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peachesofteal · 10 months

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Hey just wanted to say I love your writing!!! Somehow it fills me with a sense of contentment I haven't experienced before, maybe it's because I see so much of myself in darling from dead disco and I'm loving all the au drabbles too.

Can we please get a glimpse into what happened when darling saw them at the grocery store. Did she bolt the first chance she got? She's probably still heartbroken and emotionally exhausted but does she miss them? How is she managing motherhood by herself? Does she think Soap and Ghost tracked her down? Sorry for asking so many questions my mind is racing 💗

Hi love! Thank you so much for all your support, you're truly too kind. 🩵🩵 I'm so glad you're enjoying all these crazy little stories, it's definitely a treat to dive into.

Warnings-tags: 18+ Mature themes. Takes place after this.

It doesn't happen, quite like you thought it would.

You had expected to feel fear, when you saw them again. Expected to feel the nerves, the anxiety, the twisting in your gut when you finally laid eyes on them. You imagined those feelings would shift into anger, as they always do, the tidal wave of your rage's strength pulling you under, just as it did the night you left, nearly two years ago.

You're surprised when it's none of those things. You're surprised when it's... sadness instead. A profound sense of loss, the swell of it so strong it nearly knocks you off balance, while it brings tears to your eyes.

Your mouth hangs open in shock for what feels like too long, seconds turning into eons while you cradle the baby's head, brain sputtering while you try to process. They've done it. They've found you.

They're going to take her.

Except... they don't look like they're looking for you. They look they're just out, doing their shopping. They look like they're just... having a normal day.

And they look just as shocked to see you as you are to see them.

Bee gurgles in your arms, a happy song, and you bounce her instinctively, while you break your eyes away to look past them, at the other end of the aisle, and the towards the door. You should leave. The thought primes your muscles, preparing you to flee, when Simon's voice rings out over the dim grocery store music.

"Don't run. Please. Please, darling. Don't run." You hesitate, unwilling to leave the grocery cart, unwilling to try to run through the store, and stand frozen, rooted to the linoleum like you've grown there.

It's like Bee can sense the shift in your mood, can smell your distress, because her happy trill stops, and her face scrunches up like she's confused, before she starts to cry.

"Shhh, baby. It's okay." you hum, trying to rub her back to calm her, while your brain trips over itself trying to go a mile a minute. Run. Don't. Be calm. Panic. Scream. Cry. Run into their arms. Don't be crazy. Don't let them take her.

They're stepping closer now, easing up the aisle towards you, and you shake your head at them as a no. No. Don't come any farther. I don't trust you. Johnny tries to wipe his cheek inconspicuously, while Simon's got his hands out like he thinks he's about to catch a wild animal.

Maybe he is.

"Stop." you half yell it, the word bubbling up your throat and out like a barb, and it halts them in their tracks.

"Darling, please." Johnny croaks, his eyes locked on yours.

"Stop!" you say again, and step backwards once. Bee fusses, and Simon watches her. "I won't let you." you hiss, and Johnny's brow furrows in confusion, while Simon regards you slack jawed.

"Let us what?" He asks and you nearly laugh, except in the moment you realize your breathing is more shallow than normal, lungs tight and fighting your brain for air.

"Take her. I wo-won't." Johnny's face shifts into something crestfallen, something broken, and he makes a strangled sound. Like he wants to speak, but can't. It hurts you, wounds something deep, something you've buried, and for a fleeting moment, you want to comfort him. Want to reach out, and touch him. Only just to feel him again. Simon doesn't anything at all, just stares at you in shocked silence, his hands shaking.

"Darling, we would never-" Would never? Would never?! He seems to realize, what he's saying, and stops himself... before taking a deep breath and continuing. "We know you don't trust us. But-"

"No. That's enough." You take another step backwards. He doesn't stop.

"Please, we can at least try to help with-"

"I don't need your help." You spit, and try not to look at your trolley. It's full of Bee's food, puréed, organic foods and brightly colored snack packs, while your own is a smattering collection of bruised produce and discount rack canned goods. "We're fine." you double down, but your voice cracks with the weight of the emotions that you're staving off, and Johnny looks heartbroken. "I'm fine. I'm doing it on my own. I've been doing it, on my own."

"I know." Simon's voice is soft, gentle, the gravel pitch smoothed into something velvety, just for you. It tugs at you, stabs and twists, nips at your heart, while you try to build your defenses to keep it out.

"I don't need either of you. We don't. I'm taking care of her. And she's great, she's perfect." It's not a lie. She is perfect. An angel. Your inquisitive, sweet, beautiful baby. Your little piece of perfection. You do everything for her, sacrifice everything, for her. She's your world, and your her's.

But being someone's world who needs you to survive is hard. It's really, really fucking hard. And doing it on your own is even harder. No one understands, what it's like, and you feel so weak, so stupid, so beat down every day that sometimes, it's too easy to close your eyes in the bathtub. It's too easy, to feel like you did after she was born, alone in your tiny flat, with a screaming newborn, and no one to help you. No one to call. It's too easy to wish for terrible things, especially when you know she would be taken care of. When you know her dads would keep her safe.

"She's beautiful, love." Johnny says, jolting you from your thoughts, and you can't help but nod in agreement.

"You've done so well." Simon murmurs and you slam your eyes shut. Don't. Don't listen to them.

"T-thank you." It comes out as a cry, tears you can't hold off anymore, and they both step closer, close enough that they're maybe two arms lengths away from where you stand. "No!" you croak, and Johnny covers his face with a palm, while Simon's face twists like he's in pain.

Seconds pass, and Bee still fusses in your arms, her body wriggling in your grasp, while Johnny takes long, deep breaths.

"Are you taking care of yourself?" he asks you softly, after he rubs his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Li...like I said. We're fine." You choke it out, and Simon shakes his head. Like he knows. Of course he does. They can see right through you. You have to get out of here. "We should go."

"No, wait." Simon tries to step closer, but Johnny grabs his wrist.

"At least, let us buy your groceries." Johnny tries, but you shake your head.

"No."

"Darling, please. Please." Simon latches onto your trolley, making it immobile in his grip, and you shake your head back and forth.

"She needs to go down for her nap." You grit out. You can feel your own tears on your cheeks, and you try to ignore it, try to ignore everything except for your mission. Escape.

"Can we... get your phone number, at least?" He tries.

"That's not a good idea." I have you blocked on everything so not sure what purpose it would serve, either.

"You still have ours, right? In case you need anything?" Johnny asks gently, and you nod.

"You can call us, any time. Day or night." Simon rushes out, like he's a bit frantic, stumbling over the words. He releases the trolley finally, and you pull it away immediately. "For anything. We'll be there." Bee cries, screams, lungs screeching and you pat her back.

"Okay, thanks." You don't say anything else before you turn, swinging around and beelining for check out, all while trying to remember to breathe and soothe your crying baby.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck.

#baby trap au #peaches asks #peaches writes #ghost x soap x reader #soap x ghost x reader

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inkskinned · 1 year

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being single in your late 20s & 30s is so fucking wild bc on one hand it's fun and flirty and you skip a lot of the bullshit because you know what you're looking for and you know how to spot a red flag from a mile away and you've learned to set boundaries and communicate your own and be upfront about your needs and most of the time they've learned it too - and if they haven't, you can tell after the second date that they haven't been to therapy

and every time you feel lonely and dried up and an ugly husk there's a whole community of other single people out there who are just as unhinged and want to hang out with you because they just need a plus-one like you do and you get introduced to like. people in their 60's and 70's and 80's who are all like - nope, single life is my choice and i love it and you feel warm and seen and like okay, it's not the end of the world if i'm not seeing anybody. and yeah it's hard and sometimes exhausting but part of getting better is that you do make like so many friends and do so much wild shit because you made a promise to yourself that you'll actually get out there and try shit and actually work on your hobbies and skills and friendships because to be honest in relationships you wouldn't push yourself this hard and it's actually been super rewarding because it came from you and from what you wanted

and yes of course the apps such and dating in general can suck but after one of the bad dates you go back to your apartment and call up those friends you made and make jokes about what the other person said and it rolls right off your back and you have plans for self-care in the morning. you prioritize yourself and your happiness and you really actually don't mind it, a lot of the time, unless it's like at a wedding and they're doing one of those couples-related things. most of the time it's not even a problem except when you can tell people pity you for it and you're like - i'm actually fine, babe, even without a partner i am still, like a person and yes of course it would be nice to have a partner but you have established yourself as a person and as an adult in a way that feels really hard-won and well-earned and you're protective of that and of the life you're living and honestly you're pretty happy, all things considered

and at the same time you do have to tell your father that you are single on purpose right now and that, yes, believe it or not, they're letting women be single past the age of 30 these days without burning us at the stake (can you imagine!) and you have to kind of sit pretty while people make jokes about how you're losing your marriageability and you're like, a little too old for the bars and the clubs and whatever but you do still want to go out dancing and it's like. the other day you went to a board game party and had the time of your life and then your mom calls you and says she's worried because what if you never find the one, shouldn't you be spending more time looking? and you're like - trying to balance this place where you're actually, like, perfectly okay? except you hear this thing over and over and over - oh no. that's so sad. i hope you find your lover. and you weren't really upset about it until someone suggested that you're running out of time and until someone said that it's so miserable that you live without someone to kiss and you're like why can't anyone believe that i'm genuinely happy. like. joy. like. bliss.

and then they look at you and they look at their partner and the look passes between them that says - poor thing. you're just lying to yourself about this.

#writeblr #warm up #i sat down to write something that was literally 3 sentences long oops #the alternative text post was just -#sitting my 60 yr old father down and telling him i'm single on purpose and that they're letting women actually live without a husband #(and then a picture of samson wrestling the lion)#> would have been funnier #> unfortunately turns out i have feelings

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royal-bubble-tea · 11 days

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I just saw this Reel of Seonghwa and I had to pause everything because my imagination was running wild 🫣

Ateez Imagine - Seonghwa x gn! Reader (spicy🌶)

Imagine going to pick up your boyfriend from his solo dance practice. You walk into the studio seeing him lying on the floor panting from exhaustion. You make your way over to him standing over him looking down and smiling. Seonghwa looks up at you mirroring your smile. "Hey sweetheart! What are you doing here?", he questions you. You shrug your shoulders "I just wanted to come and collect you so that we can spend some time together." You can see the stress melting from his form and love taking its place as he looks up at you. "Yeah just give me a couple of minutes.", he tells you still being a puddle on the floor not looking like he will get up soon. You get closer to him, slowly lowering yourself until you are seated on top of his thighs, just shy of sitting right on top of his crotch. He raises an eyebrow but before he can say anything you lean over his upper body and slowly press you lips against his. It starts with a sweet quick peck on the lips but you lean in again. Feeling his lips press against yours. You can feel his breath fanning over you cheeks. Seonghwa tilts his head to deepen the kiss. One of his hands rests on your hips and the other softly cradles your jaw. Kissing Seonghwa is always an experience. You can feel the heat starting to spread in your stomach and your breaths become more stuttered. You can feel his tongue licking over your lower lip asking for entrance which you grant him. Seonghwa always gets so eager when kissing you. Trying his hardest to remember every part of you mouth, wanting to taste you. He uses his long tongue to control the pace so focused on you that he misses you lifting off of his thighs and scooting the last bit forward now sitting right on top of his crotch. You slowly roll your hips down into him and he lets out a stuttered moan. Hands flying to your hips grabbing them hard, his eyes burning into you, encouraging you to contuine. You continue to roll and rotate your hips wanting to make him feel good. He bites his lower lip then his tongue and at one harder roll of your hips he throws his head back moaning your name. He looks back up at you, hands gripping your hip, squeezing your thighs. "Yes ... mmmmh ... So good for me." He breathes out, eyes closing, just wanting to enjoy the moment. However, before things can escalate he grips your hips hard making you stop. You can see a fire burning in his eyes, traveling over your body hungrily. Seonghwa makes you both stand up. He pulls you close "Come on darling grab your things." He slots his mouth over yours again. Grabbing your hand and putting it right over his crotch. You can feel how hard he is almost feeling the heat radiating off of him. "You should take responsebility for what you did", he whispers into your ear.

This was rather short but I hope you enjoy it! 😊 Have a nice day!

If you have any requests, prompts or ideas of what you want to read in the future, just let me know 🤗

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa smut #ateez imagines

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dontyouworrydaddy · 5 months

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𝓎𝑜𝓊‘𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎 ℐ 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem! Reader

summary: Simon comes home from another exhausting mission and you decide to make him forget about his work and just let himself relax.

warning: smut (MDNI! 18+), thigh riding, oral (m! receiving), breeding kink

.･:*:･ﾟ’✫,’✫’ﾟ･:*:･˙

It's been a few months since you have seen Simon (and had sex with). And today is finally the day. This night Simon is gonna return home back to you. So you woke up extra early to clean the house and do a little shopping.

You just got done with cleaning the house and showering and right now you're cooking Simon a meal. And you couldn't help but feel a little too excited to see Simon. And yes of course he is your boyfriend and it would be a little confusing if you hadn't had missed him. But you missed the feeling of him filling you with his cum. You missed how gentle he was with you but also how he could be a little mean. For example not letting you finish and tease you before he lets you finish on his cock. You just miss your sweet and huge boyfriend.

You were too deep in your thoughts that you didn't hear the door open, revealing your handsome boyfriend.

"Hello my beautiful girl." you hear the so familiar voice call out from behind you. And you could swear you were about to tear up. You turn around let the spatula fall from your hand and straight up run into his arms. You don't care about the cooking anymore. You could order take outs if the food burns off. Right now, you just want to feel your boyfriends presence and his huge and inked tattooed arms around your body. "oh baby. I missed you so so much" Simon adds. And right after this sentence you feel yourself tearing up. Simon kisses the side of your head and tightens the grip around you. He inhales your scent and oh god... how much he missed you.

"Welcome home Baby" you finally say. Simon lets out a little chuckle and changes the position so that you're facing him. "Dinner is almost ready." you say and lead him to the table, serving a homemade dinner just for him. He didn't actually mentioned it but he was about to tear up a beat when you told him you made him dinner. I mean he hadn't had those since childhood. And he's definitely gonna show you how much he appreciates this gesture of you.

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After dinner and a little bit of catching up, you guys washed the dishes together and right now you're sitting in each others arms, watching a boring movie. The little devil you are, you get a random and devilish idea. I mean it's been so long since you both had someone touch you. And you bet Simon has missed the intimacy too.

Without thinking twice you get up from where you were lying and positioned yourself on one of his legs. Simon was a little confused and doesn't know what you're trying to do. But as soon as you put your hands under his shirt, feeling his hard and sexy abs, and start riding his leg, his confused face immediatly into a smirk. "So you also missed the sex, huh?" he asks a rhetorical question. The answer is obvious. You missed the Sex as much as you missed him. "You're no good for me, but baby I want you." you say as you lean down and start kissing him passionately.

Your motion starts speeding up and you feel his cock hardening. The kiss gets sloppy and right now you're cursing at whoever invented clothes. Because you can feel yourself getting wet through your panties.

Simon switches the position in a heartbeat and now you're caged between his arms. "Simon..." you mumble in between the sloppy kiss. His leg circling around your heating spot. "Yes love? What do you want?" he asks a question but the answer is more than obvious. You need him to fuck you. senselessly.

"Please Simon. I need you. I need you to fuck me and don't hold back." you say. In those months, you've had wild imaginations with Simon but your hand was never a help to you.

"Get on your knees first. You gotta earn in baby." he responds, his voice dark and filled with lust. And you don't waste any time. You free yourself and get on your knees. As you pull his joggers and boxers down, his already hard cock springs free. You look up at him and start working your mouth down his length. And seeing his mouth open slightly approves your work. You start sucking him off until he finishes in your mouth. And you shamelessly swallow every single drop of him while holding deep eye contact.

"Now that's a good girl. Let me fulfill all your nasty imaginations you saved in your little pretty and smart head of yours" and with that being said, he pulled you panties down and started adjusting you with his fingers first. But you are being impatient and let your hand fall on his back, leaving a little scratch. "Simon please...I can't anymore" you moan. Simon laughs at you being so desperate. "Patience baby."

After adjusting you with his large fingers, he starts slipping his cock into your tight cunt. "OH god..." you moan out. You will never get used to his cock being that's huge. And he is only halfway inside of your needs cunt. "how much I missed your tight pussy. God, those months without you were horror. I never want to go a day without your pussy around my cock, baby." he starts moving in and out of you. You feel a little tear leave you left eye due to the pleasure. The sound of the TV is quiet compared to the noises your body does when Simon's body hits yours. And he goes from gentle and slow to fast and mean. "Such a good girl for me. Taking me so good. Fuck, makes me wanna finish inside of you..." he groans as his hands hand move around your body and up to your tits. "Please do Simon. Fill me up." you say earning a small chuckle out of Simon. "I'm gonna cum" he says and you feel yourself on the edge too. "C'mon baby. Cum with me together." he says and you do as he told you. You both cum at the same time. As Simon pulls out of you, he uses his fingers to push the leaking juice back inside of you. "Tomorrow morning, you're gonna get your round 2 baby" Simon exhaustingly says as he picks you up and move to the bathroom, to clean you and himself.

Oh how much you missed these moments with him...

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unholywriters · 3 days

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Sub seonghwa being so horny but having no one to get him off so he bootycalls you at like 2am-

Late Night Calls

Warnings: 18+, degrading, praises and aftercare, some cussing

Word count: 2.5k

Tags: subby Seonghwa, dom hongjoongs, dom male reader/manager, late night calls, polyamorous, smut {because I live for it}, some fluff at the end

Summary: Seonghwa’s still a,title excited after Coachella and decided to text his manger a certain something at 2am thinking they were still asleep but they were awake so they started to have fun, but then Hongjoong walks in.

MINORS DNI

“For fucks sake.” Seonghwa hissed, small phone in his left hand, his right hand down wrapped around his hard and veiny cock, trying to get some from of a release. It’s currently close to 2am. The group just got back to their hotel room after a successful and wild show from Coachella. Everyone was a mixture of exhausted and slowly becoming sober after a long day of this. Even just enjoying themselves among the locals and atiny. It was still just a long day and Seonghwa came home hard. His mind was full of thoughts of someone he shouldn’t be thinking of and that someone was their manger. You two had a secret thing because of a little “incident” where Seonghwa had sent a dick pick to your contacts, which was meant to be for the members, some of them at least along with a very not safe for work caption. At first, he thought he was in trouble until he got the offer and ended up staying with the group, with a new found stress reliever.

But it’s 1:55am, you should be asleep, the group members are asleep yet he can’t seem to get off to anything. Even just by closing his eyes and letting his imagination run wild, there’s nothing he can do. “It’s whatever at this point. I can’t sleep now, it hurts too much to just ignore.” He sighed, throwing his phone to the side while laying there, so happy he had a room to himself or his problem would already be solved on it’s own by now. Bunt his phone was still glowing in his dark room, with the beige curtains still closed and nothing else being lit. it was his Lock Screen of you and him just goofing around. It was days before the accident but man was he excited to see that. But then, in his desperate attempt of need. He opened his phone once again and scrolled through his contacts before looking for yours. “Teasing Min.” Is what you’re under and he clicked it, deciding to send a text instead of calling you since he didn’t know what to expect.

“Are you awake”? Is what he sent, sighing to himself while tugging his air. God he was too desperate for his won sake. He was just gonna sit in a cold shower before he head that little chime. Making his heart race before he looked back over at his phone in curiosity. “Yeah, I was watching videos of this week from the camrea men. Now what are you doing awake this late? Had a nightmare?” Seonghwa started to smile as a little idea came to his mind before looking down. He was still out since his pants were still tight and there was nothing more he wanted other then to be a brat, after all he knows how to get the manger to come over faster. So he took of picture of it, making sure the flash was on to show the veins of it all, the tip leaking as if it would burst at any moment, but it was killing him inside and he needed help. “Oh… You need help?” Is what he got back, he wanted to say no but then “My room is just down the hall from yours. Room 235, it’ll be unlocked baby boy;).”

Seonghwa’s eyes went wide before a smile showed up on his face before he slowly stood up. Zipping his leather pants back up and hissing at the feeling before walking to his room. Making sure he kept his room key although he knew he wasn’t going back there for the night before quietly opening his door into the lit hallway. Making it hard for his eyes to adjust to the bright lights before slowly walking down the hallway. Trying to quiet his footsteps though he ended up walking out barefoot before he ended up standing in front of the door. His dick was twitching with excitement as he looked at the door. Part of him felt his breathe get stuck in his throat before he slowly opened the door and walked inside. All the rooms were the same with the layout. Just a short hallway leading to the bed and a small table with only one chair with. A small lamp next to it. Along with the tv being mounted to the wall, but it was off. The curtains were of coursed closed but each step, the bed came more into view before Seonghwa was in full view of the manager. Who was laying on the bed only wearing a large pj shirt. Since everything was done for the night. But Seonghwa was staring, looking at y/n as if they were a piece of gold right in front of them and there was nothing anyone could do to take him away.

“Now what, you’ve seen my ass and dick before, come here.” Hearing that voice snapped him out his trance before walking over to the edge of the bed. His eyes were slowly getting that pleading look in them before he was hovering over you. Looking down at that smirk on your face with some hair strands just hanging in front of both of your faces. “Now tell me, what made you so needy this late at night hm? You’d usually asleep by now.” He asked, watching what trying to stay still like he was at told to whenever they started doing whatever this was. “I… I had so much tonight and my mind went other places. Fuck Y/N just please.” He was so pretty just the way he was. His long curly hair framing his face while his perfect boba eyes looked at you. He was in pain, a little bit too much for his liking before the night started to take off.

You were holding his hair down, keeping him on the edge of the bed while his hands were being held behind his back. His eyes were closed while his mouth was full of your own dick. It was one of his favorite things, letting his wet tongue swirl around while the sounds of his messy whimpers and wet sounds filled the rooms along with your groans. He was enjoying himself, letting you buck your hips repeatedly into his mouth to the back of his throat. “Now now baby boy you know the rules. You have to be looking at me if you want me to do anything to help you.” You grinned, watching his eyes flutter open before seeing his teary filled eyes. His hair was sticking to the front of his face while slightly covering his eyes. His nose flaring up while trying breathe still while he was letting out muffled moans and whimpers. He was holding his hands behind his back together with a tight grip. His knees were shaking and he wanted to badly to get out of his pants but he knew better then to just take them off, after all he had to ask, not even just ask but beg for that. “There you go, after all you know how to earn that right you’re so desperate for. After all you stayed awake this long and couldn’t even handle it yourself. DO I have to do everything for you?” You teased, watching him quickly nod his head when he could feel you twitch inside. His cheeks went hollow while his tongue was getting sore before he was forcefully pulled away by his hair still.

Letting out a Loud gasp and pants while looking dizzy, After all he wasn’t breathing that much as he needed to and to finally get the air was like a rush flowing through blood veins before he could blink. He wanted to speak but he heard the door open. Letting his eyes widen before the two turned to face the door. It was Hongjoong, he was standing there with his phone in hand with Seonghwa contacts on the screen. Hongjoong was dressed for bed, and he was resting before he heard the sound of his phone going off. Which made him panic just a little before answering, thinking that everyone was still asleep and that no one should be away this late at night. Thinking someone was hurt he answered and was trying to figure out what was wrong before he heard the sounds that were going on, along with eh words that were being said to the oldest member of the group.

“Joong… I can-“ Seonghwa tried to speak, watching the door close and lock since Seonghwa didn’t lock it before getting into this. But he also let out a Moan since y/n had pulled their hair back, watching them close their eyes while biting his lip. “I knew there was something going but this, this is more interesting.” Hongjoong said, rubbing his eyes while hanging up the phone before looking over to the manger with a smirk on his face. Watching you playfully roll your eyes before making Seonghwa stand up before showing off the problem still twitching inside of his jeans. “He wanted help, now are you going to stand there while I do the work or are you going to come and join?” Y/N suggested, watching Seonghwa’s body twitch at the words before Hongjoong started to unbutton his shirt. “It takes 3 people to keep a secret now doesn’t it?”

“Fucking hell!” Seonghwa cried out, feeling his skin be smacked several times while his head was resting on hongjoongs thighs. Seonghwa was stripped completely of his clothes and left to lay on the bed in front of a naked Hongjoong was so dripping at the sight. Watching the manger spank him for his misbehavior of earlier while his hips were trying to get more touches. “Now your not being a good hung leaving me all alone like this. I want to feel too you know.” Hongjoong mentioned, watching Seonghwa eyes flutter open and closed before his mouth opened once more and practically swallowed Hongjoong as a whole. His moans were muffled and messy once again before his legs were being spread further opened while listening to the sound of Hongjoong groaning out. Feeling his hair be messed with once again before he felt that tight grip. Only being letting his head be lifted up before letting out a pleasure and loud cry with his body shaking. Leaving his eyes to be rolled back once again when he felt his hole finally be filled by y/n. Something that always made him see stars just before they even started and it was something he loved feeling no matter how many times it happened. And for Hongjoong, it was the first Time he was ever seeing this outside of a Halazia performance. Watching Seonghwa’s back arch up while there was the outline of what was inside of him. Making Hongjoong smirk more as he watched his hyung crumble more followed by the sound of skin slapping.

It was hard for Seonghwa to speak before he started to gag once again. Feeling Hongjoong moving inside of his out while his eyes fluttered closed once again leaving him to be muffled and quiet while enjoying himself so much better then he ever thought he would. “God I can’t believe just how fast you crumble for two dicks. You love this don’t what hm?” Hongjoong teased, slightly sitting up and seeing Seonghwa trying to not his head. Gripping the sheets before he had to pull away, letting out yet another cry that was silence by a kiss from Hongjoong, feeling y/n change the angle of his thrust and hitting Seonghwa’s prostate nonstop with no mercy. “As cute as your pathetic screams are we can’t wake up the others now can we? Otherwise you’ll be passed around after each perfeomace and casting like a fucktoy.” Y/N said and watched Hongjoong pull away, letting Seonghwa head hand low before he came to a stop. Looking at Hongjoong with a nod. Since they all needed to sleep, but they also knew of something that might make their point stay inside of Seonghwa’s messy brain.

Hongjoong had crawled back under Seonghwa, hearing Seonghwa pant and gasp while watching. “Wait…Wait I don’t think you two can fi-“ Seonghwa mouth was covered whilst he let out a loud scream, one that was definitely wake up the others while his body gave out, at least the upper part of his body had. Laying on hongjoong’s shoulder before feeling the two of them move in opposite directions. His prostate being constantly abused by each movement while his eyes started to go crosseyed with his mouth being uncovered to hear the incoherent words moans and whimpers coming from him. There was nothing he could do, his body’s as shaking and he was being used the way he never though he dreamed of being used as. He loved it. The tears streaming down his face while his voices as going away, knowing that tomorrow was going to be rough but he was excited for it before he started to feel them get faster. Which felt impossible but here he was. Getting pounded like no other with his fingers feeling like they were going to bleed. “We’re gonna cum inside of this little hole to make it ours, understand?” Y/N started, holding Seonghwa hips while Hongjoong spoke up. “Whenever you get needy you come to the both of us and we’ll used you however we want to. No matter where we are even in the bathroom understand? You’re our cumdumpster now.” Seonghwa could only nod his head before letting out a loud gasp while body was squirming between the two. Feeling not only his hole being filled but also his own release.

He was shaking violently before hearing the sound of a camrea behind him. He couldn’t move before he slowly felt the two of them slowly pull out. y/N was taking pictures of their masterpiece just to look at and admire just for themselves to see. His leaking hole trying to grasp at anything. He could see the camera in front of him and heard the faint sound of the click before his eyes closed for good this time. But of course, he was taken are of. “How do you usually clean up hyung after this manager min?” Hongjoong quietly asked, watching y/n walk to the bathroom while buttoning up his shirt before holding a soft damp warm towel, showing Hongjoong how he wipes him clean and slightly moves his body. The cover was moved to the table since it would’ve been harder to try and do anything like tucking him in. “Always make sure it’s slightly warm afterwards. Usually when he’s awake I’d have some fruit snacks and water for him to drink. And I would have some ojs for him to wear that was more softer since you know how he gets cold easily. But make sure to hold him to sleep. It helps him out more.”

Seonghwa was peacefully sleeping with the two of them keeping him sandwich in. Oh Seonghwa, you lucky beautiful person.

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frenchkisstheabyss · 8 months

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☾ Wild Horses ☽

☾ Pairing: boyfriend!bang chan x reader

☾ Genre: angst & fluff all stirred up in a pot

☾ Summary: Your boyfriend comforts you when your depression sneaks up on you during a night out with friends.

☾ Word Count: 924

☾ Warnings: themes of depression/mental illness and the feelings that can come along with them

☾ A/N: I wrote this because having depression has led to a lot of loneliness for me lately and I needed some comfort. I hope that by sharing this someone else having similar thoughts/feelings to mine might find a little comfort too 🖤

☾ "No sweeping exits or offstage lines could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind and wild horses couldn't drag me away" - The Sundays, Wild Horses

People can’t imagine what you go through. It’s not a case of bad nerves or run-of-the-mill sadness. Too often you’ve found yourself sitting alone wishing that you could find the words to make them understand that depression is so much more than that. Depression is a parasite that’s wormed its way into your brain wholly consuming you.

The consumption’s gradual sometimes, ravenous at others, but exhausting all the same, stealing little bits of you that you aren’t quite sure how to get back. Everyone says, “I hope you feel better. Hang in there. Keep your chin up” but it’s not simple. And maybe they mean well, maybe that’s all they can say because they don’t know how to fix it, but it only makes you feel lonelier.

The thing is, you’ve never wanted anyone to fix it. You don’t need bandaids to cover the bullet holes in your heart. You just want someone to hold your hand through the pain. It’s why the tiniest flame ignites in the darkness that haunts you when the kind, comfort of Chan’s mahogany eyes lock onto yours, honing in on the most vulnerable parts of you.

“I know sometimes you feel like you have to pretend you’re okay,” he says, the warmth of his palms shielding your cheeks from the autumn breeze, “But you don’t have to do that with me. I’m here for you no matter what. You know that, yeah?” You nod, sucking back tears as you notice the small group of late-night partiers crossing over to your side of the street.

With your back to the wall of a closed restaurant not too far from the club you just left, it’s impossible not to be nervous about the faces that pass you by. Even with Chan somewhat obscuring the view, your stomach churns at the possibility that people might see you falling apart like this. “Hey, look at me” Chan whispers, using the sleeve of his black hoodie to catch the tears that drip down your cheeks like water from a leaky faucet.

The gentle act brings your attention back to him. He cracks a tight-lipped smile, happy to have you back with him. “Don’t worry about them. Come here.” He takes you into his arms, offering you his shoulder to rest your head on. You accept the invitation, nuzzling against him to bathe in the comfort and safety that comes with his embrace. There’s a woodsy scent to his cologne that feels like stargazing by a campfire at night. It puts you at ease. Everything about him does.

“I’m sorry if I ruined your night” you sniffle, playing with one of the strings that dangles from his hood. Tucking his hands under your jacket, he massages your lower back, soothing the tension coiled around your spine. “Baby, you could never ruin my night. The guys were too busy drinking to notice anything and even if they did, who cares? You’re what matters to me.” The emotion in his voice leaves no doubt that he means it wholeheartedly.

You are what matters most to him in this moment and the next. It means nothing to him that a night out at some club had to be cut short because the mask you put on to conceal your pain had begun to crumble, the synthetic laughter and forced smiles becoming too much to maintain. Chan gets it, hiding behind a mask with a happy face painted on it, he does it sometimes too but he doesn't want that for you. He’d rather be out here with you baring this beautiful, teary-eyed face of yours than in there where you feel the need to hide.

“I just,” you take a deep breath, slightly trembling at the truth about to roll off your tongue, “I’m afraid I’ll scare you away one day.” “Scare me? Do I look like I scare easily?” he asks, putting on a brave face the way that a child might. It gets a weak giggle out of you, even at times like this he knows how to get to you in the best way. “No, but I know there are times when things get really dark for me and I can get so lost in it...” He kisses you on the nose, a cute little wet one that turns icy when the wind blows across your face.

“As long as I’m here, and I always will be, you’ll never get lost in it,” he promises, “I know I can’t drag you out of it but you can always call me and I’ll come running in after you.” You need time. A second or two, maybe even a minute, to take in what’s been said. He gives it to you, patiently rocking you in his arms as he lets you process it in silence. A year into your relationship and it still feels strange to be loved in the moments where you feel most broken.

Chest to chest, his heart beats in sync with yours, reminding you that, even in the absence of words, you're cared for. “Where’d you come from?” you ask, fingers tracing the contour of his jaw. “Sydney. Don’t tell me you’re just noticing the accent” he teases, summoning his best pouty face for extra effect. He gets another giggle out of you, still faint with an air of sadness but he’ll take it.

Chan hugs you tighter, kissing your fingertips. “I love you” he whispers. You close your eyes, letting the world around you fade away and your insecurities with it. “Love you too.”

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moonheecore · 4 months

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A, U, Z for jay and hee pleaseeee

I've already done A for Jay and Heeseung! and sorry for the late request 😭😭

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Heeseung:

Once in a while, when he's excited and wants your attention to play with him, he'll have that mischievous grin on his face that you're oh so familiar with. He likes to do it for extra foreplay to rile you up, like sticking out his tongue to let only the graze of his tip touch your pussy folds while he looks up at you with a devilish smile. You thrash around, calling him seungie, hee, baby, with tears in your eyes while you beg him to just munch on your cunt already. Teasing you in public would be his fav, ushering you to sit on his lap in your friend's car when there's no space, and you comply without much thought, thinking that he's just being his clinging. The moment he rests his chin on your shoulder, feeling something hard rubbing against your backside, does it finally make you flustered. He chuckles as he licks the cavity of your ears, panting loudly like a wild dog when you almost let out a cute yelp as he pushes your panties to the side to probe his throbbing cockhead against your tight entrance.

"Close your mouth, baby, don't want our friends to hear you moan while you sit on daddy’s lap and let him fuck you like a good girl.”

He’ll definitely tease you by calling himself daddy, whispering so much filthy things daddy would do to your body because he knows it will make you clench harder when you try to stay quiet while he ruins your perfect pussy.

Jay:

I feel like Jay has a weakness for when you beg, so if he does so much as tease you, he’ll give in the moment he sees your bottom lip quivering. However, he uses teasing as a form of discipline when he knows you’re the one being unfair and deserves whatever punishment he gives, no matter how harsh it is. Just like that one night where you wore the tiniest and sluttiest skirt, anger bubbling up inside him when he realises you didn’t wear any panties. He’ll text you a warning or two, but you proceed to push his patience, opening your legs wide to flash him your bare cunt with that not-so-innocent smile. He feels a burst of anger rising, just imagining other people seeing his pussy makes him crazy possessive. He’ll drag you to the nearest bathroom, bending you over the sink and flipping your pathetic skirt up.

He went ballistic and ruthlessly as he pounded and pounded your cervix from behind without even letting you adjust. You’re screaming at the top of your lungs, and you really thought he was gonna destroy your pussy with how little care he puts in his thrusts, like you were just a hole for his cock to dump his seed in. When he overstimulated you by cumming multiple times, he’ll tell you to get out with him and walk despite your legs giving up with exhaustion.

“if I catch a single cum dripping out your hole on the way out of the party, I’m gonna spank you at the backseat of my car so hard til’ you squirt nonstop all over the leather seat.”

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Heeseung:

He makes sure your needs are met, letting you do whatever you need to do while patiently waiting in your bed, scrolling through his phone. Heeseung won't be able to sleep, knowing that you won't be in bed with him. Once you've settled in, he'll pass out pretty quickly, usually before you do. You can tell he poured out all his effort in the session when he's snoring lightly, with the most peaceful, angelic sleeping face ever.

Jay:

Based on the aftercare asked about for him, Jay doesn't need much elaboration. He won't be able to fall asleep if he hasn't made sure you're okay and comfortable. Jay is the type to make sure you're asleep first, caressing your hips and running his fingers through your hair soothingly, talking to you about literally anything until he realizes you've passed out. But once he succumbs to slumber, he's a heavy sleeper, so you'll wake up before he does.

send an ask based on the NSFW alphabet template together with one or more members in the hyungline.

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holdmytesseract · 11 months

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So, there's this song that I've been listening to non-stop.

Kind of an oldie...with Robbie Williams. LoL.

I imagine a scenario in my head of Reader and Loki who were once in a relationship and had a falling out (because of whatever reason - maybe of his insecurities). But he sees that the Reader is fine after the break up (she isn't really, she just acts like it) and it bothers him that they moved on so quickly.

But he tries to get her back because he really does love her 😍. I thought this would be so cute.

Resurrected Love

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: What once had been undying love between you and Loki, had seemingly turned into dust. After the breakup, the god just isn't himself anymore; barely coping with losing the love of his life. Unlike you. You seem to be just fine; having moved on quickly. Or was it just an illusion? Nevertheless, Loki decides to try to get you back. Will he be successful?

Warnings: sadness and heartbreak, thirst? angst, swear words? suggestive smut, fighting/shouting, fluuuff - tell me if I forgot something!

Word Count: 4,5k

a/n: Ahhh first of all, I'd like to apologise... Sorry @mochie85 that this took me SO long... 🥺 Thank you again for making me the incredible Baby Fever mood board! 🥰 I hope you like this little present I got in return! ☺️💝

Tagging: (In the comments!)

Masterlist °☆• Loki Masterlist

The blaring sound of the alarm clock ripped the sleeping god out of his peaceful slumber. Groaning, Loki moved his hands from underneath his pillow and instead buried his head underneath said pillow. Bare, muscular arms pressed down on the soft, fluffy cushion; trying to drown out the noise. In vain.

A deep, husky grumble left his sore throat, before he reached out blindly to shut off the alarm. Tossing and turning in the bed, he came to lay on his back; big palms running over his face and rubbing his tired eyes. A few rays of sunshine peeked through the emerald green silk curtains; illuminating his small, cosy bedroom. Loki sighed and stretched; causing the light duvet to expose his bare torso. His gaze was directed towards the ceiling; idle and aimless. The god could still feel the tiredness and exhaustion in his bones. Not his physical, though. His mental exhaustion. It just wasn't the same since you were gone. Since you packed your bags and walked out of his apartment. Out of his life. He could sleep for hours and yet he didn't find rest. His bed was so small, but without you he was afraid to get lost in it.

Not even five minutes later, his alarm clock told him again to stand up - and he had no other choice but to give in. Shutting it off, he sat up in bed and rolled out of the comfortable confines. Sighing, he pulled the curtains to let the first rays of sunshine into his bedroom, before he slumped to the bathroom. Dressed in nothing but black briefs, Loki came to stand in front of the mirror of his cabinet, hanging above the sink. He couldn't help but to look at himself. Look at the picture of misery he had become. Dark rings were underneath his eyes. His hair was tousled and resembled more a bird's nest, than a glorious, untamed mane of a god. Fingertips grazed his cheeks and chin; feeling the black, scratchy stubble which had grown so wildly. He had let himself go since you were gone - and he knew it. But it had been pointless. Sure, eye circles, messed up hair and a wild beard was nothing a bit of seidr couldn't fix, but... It couldn't fix his broken heart, so what was the point in using it?

Nevertheless, the god was forced to regain his 'good looks'. There was a very important meeting today. A meeting he couldn't skip like the last ones. Thor would bite his head off, if he wasn't going to appear. After all, this meeting was about his future... With another deep sigh, Loki went to work. He took a shower first; cleaning his ethereal body and godly locks. After that, he shaved; getting rid of his beard. Once his skin was as smooth as it could get and clean shaven, he got dressed; slipped in one of his finest suits. Loki absolutely wasn't in the mood to leave his apartment - but he had to. And so, the god closed the door behind himself, already regretting it.

Absent-minded Loki walked through the white, plain hallways of the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters; on his way to meeting room number 204. He wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, and so it came how it had to come. The god ran into somebody. His hard, strong chest collided with a way smaller, softer body. "Norns," Loki cursed under his breath, "Apologies. I don't know what-" but stopped dead in his sentence, when he registered who he ran into. "Y/N..." Your name fell from his lips so easily, and yet it felt like he was committing a crime.

You were standing in front of him, like frozen to the ground. It was the first time he was seeing you since the breakup almost a month ago. Sure, he hadn't left his apartment in that time, but he had heard from his brother that you had been away a few weeks on vacation - and it seemed like it did you really good. Of course couldn't the god help himself but to ran his eyes over your body. You wore your familiar shield uniform. The one he had ripped off your body countless times. Your Y/H/C hair was loose; framed your face beautifully. Unlike Loki's face, yours looked well-rested and refreshed. No bags or dark circles underneath your eyes. All in all, you looked recovered and yes, happy. Not in the slightest hurt or broken - like him. His eyes travelled upwards. Loki knew he was on a self-destructive path, but what was he supposed to do? His heart was screaming at him; yelling from the top of his lungs to give into it. Oh how much he loved you. Still. And then it happened. His deep blue eyes collided with your Y/E/C ones - and suddenly he felt like drowning; the world burning to ashes right in front of him. It brought back everything. All the memories. Good ones and bad ones. And all the pain.

"Lokiii!" You yelped, as he wrapped both his strong arms around your thighs and lifted you off the chair; hindering you from decorating the Christmas tree with another bauble. "Let me down!" Smiling, the god shook his head and tightened his grip a bit - only to let you know that he had you. To show you that he would let nothing happen to you. "Not until you finally speak your mind, darling." "W-What do you meeeeean?" You shrieked up, as Loki carried you away from the safety of the chair. "Tell me, if we can finally call ourselves a couple." You blinked down at the handsome god, who threw you that smouldering look which turned your knees into jelly. "I-I, uh..." He smiled again, winking. "Come on, darling." You couldn't help but giggle; shaking your head. "Lokes... We didn't even have our first kiss!" "Oh, that can be changed in a heartbeat," he purred and let you down quickly. Before you could even catch up to what was going on, his perfectly shaped lips danced with yours.

"L-Loki, p-please, I-" You moaned helplessly; writhing on the sheets beneath him. "Shhh, my goddess," he shushed you immediately; interrupting you. "Don't speak. Just feel," Loki panted; nipping at the inside of your thighs, before hypnotising blue eyes meet yours; pupils blown wide with lust. The god wore a smouldering, yet dangerous smile. A predator looking at his prey. You were completely at his mercy - and you loved every second of it.

Your hand found its way into your lover's hair; finger winding through those long raven curls. You gently tugged; nudging him on to finally do something. "Please..." You whispered; breathless. The hairs on the back of your neck raised up, when Loki gave you another smouldering smile, before he lowered his head. Your breath hitched; a chill ran down your spine at the anticipation. You knew what was to come - but you'd be never prepared for it.

"Darling, please." Loki's voice was unstable, pleading; on the verge of breaking - filled with pain and regret. Tears shimmered in his eyes. Tears of despair. Not hope. He felt like the ground fell out from underneath his feet. He was losing his grip; felt like falling into an abyss of darkness - blindly.

You shook your head, as you threw the last item of clothing in your suitcase. "No, Loki. No. Don't 'darling' me. Please don't make this even more difficult as it is." The god watched you helplessly; running a hand through his hair. "If it is so difficult for you, then why don't you just stay?" He sounded so sad. So... desperate. You swallowed hard; jaw clenching in order to suppress your own tears, before you turned to face your now ex-boyfriend. You looked him straight into the eyes, but with the seconds ticking by in silence, you avoided your gaze again - unable to stand the hurt, wounded look in his blue orbs. "Because I can't, Loki. I just can't. Don't you see? I cannot do this any longer." Now it was Loki who swallowed. "I-I understand that, lov- Y/N, but please... Give us another chance. Let us keep fighting for this love!" You snorted out a bitter laugh at his words; "Fighting, he says..." shaking your head. "I already fought so hard and long for this! For us! But apparently you were too blind to see." Your nerves were on edge; stressed out by the past weeks. "I tried and tried and tried to get through to you, but all you ever did was shut me out!" Loki wanted to answer something; opened his mouth to speak, but you immediately cut him off.

"Don't you dare pull the 'I don't understand you' card now! Because it isn't true! I do understand you! I always did! This was never our problem!" You were almost shouting by now; all the bottled-up emotions exploding within you. "You know what the problem is, Loki, huh?! You know what?!" His chiselled jaw flexed. You could tell that he was losing it as well. "Tell me, Y/N! Tell me!" He shouted; gesturing around wildly. "Scream it to me, if you have to!"

You took a few dangerous steps closer, before whispering: "Your damn insecurities." Loki gasped; almost stumbling backwards. This hit hard. Bore a knife straight through his heart - and yet he knew, that it was true. And the realisation of it made him even more angry. On himself. His hands clenched into fists; desperately trying to keep his cool. Unsuccessful.

An almost maniacal laugh escaped his lips. "Oh, I am the problem now?!" "Yes! Because you never managed to let your damn guard down around me! We've been together for over almost two years and you still don't trust me enough to just let me in! I know that your childhood and past was not easy and quite dramatic, but you can't just hide yourself away from the rest of the world for eternity!" You snapped; taking deep breaths and let the accusing words you just spat at Loki sink in. Loki said nothing; just stared at you. "Because if you do, it's going to eat you up inside someday..." You added in a way quieter voice; almost whispering. Then you returned to the bed, in order to zip the suitcase shut.

Behind you, Loki sunk to his knees; the harsh truth and reality finally hitting him full force. He knew. He had always known, and yet he couldn't bring himself to open up. He tried to fight his demons a million times, but he always lost the fight. He should've tried harder - better, because now... Now it was too late. He had lost you - because of his insecurities. Tears streamed down his face, as he started one last attempt to stop you from walking out of his life. "Y/N, p-please, please... I am so sorry, I am so sorry. Please... I-I can't lose you. If you leave m-me now... I-I'll drown a-and sink."

You swallowed hard; tried to fight against the desperate screams of your heart to stay. You had never seen him so... lost and vulnerable before. It tore at your heartstrings. But you had to do this now. There was no going back. "I'm sorry, Loki, but like I said... I can't. I can't keep fighting against the walls you have built up around you." With those words, you walked past him, "Goodbye, Loki." and out of his bedroom - out of his life. It broke him and his heart. He was nothing more than a wreck after that day.

Loki swallowed hard at the vivid memories, playing out in his head. He had to fight hard to not lose it completely in front of you and to not break down and cry. As for you, you seemed to be completely fine. "Loki." You said in a regal voice, giving him a nod - as if you didn't have a whole lot of history together. As if you never had told each other all of your secrets and wishes. As if you never had shared the deepest bond possible between human beings - mentally and physically. You greeted him like you were nothing more like acquaintances. It hurt Loki; bothered him, how quickly you had moved on. So, he tried to hide his emotions and not letting show how much of a wreck he was.

"What..." His voice cracked, so he cleared his throat quickly. "What brings you here?" The god asked; gesturing blindly towards the meeting room. "I, um, I was assigned to overwatch the meeting." Loki's eyes widened at your words, so you quickly added: "Believe me, I don't like it, too, but it is how it is." Don't like it too? Loki asked himself. Norns, he could've screamed from the top of his lungs how happy he was about this. Just to be able to see you without an excuse for a longer amount of time was like heaven for him. He wanted to answer something, but was interrupted by the arrival of Nick Fury, some of the Avengers and a few other S.H.I.E.L.D agents. "Loki, Y/N," the man with the eyepatch greeted you, before he opened the white, wooden door for everyone to get inside. "Let's get over with this, Laufeyson." Loki swallowed hard, then nodded obediently and stepped inside the big, barren room.

Throughout the whole process, Loki couldn't focus. His thoughts were circulating around you. It was all he could think about. He was so absent-minded; he didn't even listen to the others talking. Only the voice of Fury caused the god to snap out of his trance like state. "Well... It seems everybody has the same opinion..." The man with the black coat started, before he turned to face Loki directly, who sat at the very top of the table. "S.H.I.E.L.D and the United States of America allowing you to stay - as long as you're going to play by the rules." Loki swallowed and nodded - still not entirely present in his mind. "You improved; did a great job as an Avenger. Keep it up, Laufeyson."

Fury's words were the last ones of the meeting. Most agents scrambled to get out of the room; having other duties to tend to. Most of the Avengers clapped Loki on the shoulder or gave him a short nod of approval - and you? You were watching him from the sidelines. Seeing him again after almost a month had caused your feelings to run wild again. They were so quiet and chilled during and after your holiday, and now? Just one look was enough to set everything on fire again; storms battling within you. You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry - but most of all, you wanted to run. That's what you did. You fled from the meeting room; unable to be in his presence a second longer. When Loki settled his look on the chair you sat in, it was empty. Scanning the room for you wasn't fruitful as well. He sighed. You had left already, of course. Why shouldn't you? It had been nothing more than a job for you. Nevertheless, it was another small cut into Loki's already bruised and battered heart.

From that day, where once again his fate had been decided, he started to see you more often. Probably because he left his apartment more often as well now. He started to find hope again and decided to not just give up on you. Loki had made that mistake once - and he'd never let it happen again. He wasn't just giving up. Oh no... Now he was really going to fight for you, because one thing was certain... He still loved you with all his heart and he wanted you back. For good this time.

Over the next days and week, Loki repeatedly placed little cards, gifts or flowers in front of your office in the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters. It was an easy task for him to sneak incognito inside the big building. Nobody knew and nobody recognised him. At first, you were quite confused and surprised...

You hurried to your office; messily rearranging the weapons belt around your waist on the way. You were late. Ten minutes already. Your alarm clock just decided to take a vacay today and not wake you up. "Morning, guys. Good morning." You hastily greeted everybody on your way. Once you reached your destination, you almost stumbled over the little bouquet of flowers, laying in front of the door. Y/F/F (Your favourite flowers) - your favourites. Frowning and a bit surprised, you picked the flowers up; admiring them. There was no card or such. Just the flowers. "Uh, Rob?" You asked your fellow agent, who was just passing by your office. His office was directly across yours. "Oh, hi, Y/N. Good morning." "Morning. Uh, do you know who left those flowers for me?" The man shrugged his shoulders. "Unfortunately, not, no. Sorry." "Okay..." Still frowning, you took the flowers in your office. Of course you didn't notice the craftsman, who worked on the water dispenser right beside your door. He watched you disappear inside the room with oceanic blue eyes, smiling.

That was only the start. Every day, you'd find different things on your door step. Your favourite chocolates and other sweets. Cards with little poems written on them and quotes out of books. And more flowers. Every day, you went to work with an even brighter smile, knowing that a small present was waiting for you.

You picked up the little box and opened it; finding a bottle of your favourite perfume inside. A chuckle sounded from across your office. "I think you have a secret admirer, Y/N," stated Rob, gesturing to the little present with a grin. Your cheeks reddened; nodding. "I, uh, think so too." You felt really flattered, but... Were you ready for something new? For another man after Loki? Could you imagine another man in your life who wasn't the handsome, mischievous god? You swallowed hard; staring down at the little vial in your hands. No. No you couldn't.

"Do you know who it is?" Asked Rob further, but you just shrugged your shoulders. "No, I... I have no idea. Most likely one of the other agents." Rob nodded, "Think so, too." but frowned. "You don't look really happy about it." Once more you shrugged your shoulders; sighing. "I am. I mean, it's really sweet and thoughtful, but..." "But?" Your colleague looked at you expectantly, but you didn't answer at first. And suddenly Rob had a guess. "Loki... You are still not over him, right?" Defeated, you nodded. "I never was and I think I'll never be. It seems like every decision I make, every path I choose to walk on... Everything leads me back to him. I can't forget him..." Rob looked at you compassionate. "Sounds to me like Loki is the love of your life..." You swallowed hard, in order to suppress the upcoming tears. "He is. I realise that now. Too late, perhaps..." "Do you still love him?" Rob questioned you further, "Y-Yes. I do." and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Then you should tell him." "I-I don't know, I... Excuse me." You fled into your office, closing the door behind yourself. All the suppressed feelings coming back at you; crashing down on you like warm summer rain. It was overwhelming. But could you do it? Could you go back to him?

Unbeknownst to you, Loki had heard everything. Dressed up as an electrician on his daily undercover mission. His heart beat violently against his ribcage; yearning and crying out for you. It broke him to see you so broken - but it also made him unbelievably happy, because he knew now, that you were struggling just as much as he was. That you had worn a mask all the time and just pretended to be perfectly fine. It was the sign for him to finally make his move and get you back. Back into his arms, where you belonged.

It was Saturday evening, when Loki put the plan he made into action. He showered; then dressed up in your favourite suit of his. It was a black one. Black shoes, black trousers and black shirt. He rolled up the sleeves and left a few buttons undone - just how you liked. He applied a bit of the cologne you enjoyed to smell on him so much; and left his untamed raven curls hang loosely over his shoulders. Loki looked at himself in the full-length mirror; eyes travelling down his body. Perfect, he thought; smiling. Grabbing the bouquet of red roses on his dining table, he left his apartment and went straight to yours. To his luck, you lived in the Avengers tower as well. Benefit of being Ms. Romanoff's best friend.

Taking a deep breath, the god knocked gently on your door. The answer he received was a frustrated sigh. "Naaat, I told you I'm not in the mood tonight to go-" You had literally ripped the door open - and were now standing open-mouthed, with a bathrobe and tousled hair in front of your ex-boyfriend. You swallowed. There he stood… Your drop-dead gorgeous ex-boyfriend. "L-Loki?" You stammered out; clearly not expecting something like that to happen. The god smiled at you. "Hello, darling. Apologies for the disturbance, but... I'd like to talk to you. May I come in?" Blinking and still in some kind of shock, you nodded. Stepping aside, you let him inside. "For you," he said, once you closed the door and turned to face him. He held the flowers to you; still smiling. "U-Um, t-thank you." You hesitatingly - almost shyly took the flowers from his hands. A chill was running down your spine, when his warm, big hands grazed yours. A touch you haven't felt in weeks - months, and immediately noticed you missed a lot.

Taking a deep breath, you placed them on the little shelf beside the door. "What, um, what do you want to talk about?" The god standing opposite you swallowed hard. You could see how nervous he was - a rare thing to happen. "About us." "U-Us?" He nodded, "Yes. Us." and stepped closer; slowly taking your hands in his. Loki waited for a moment to see if you weren't comfortable with him, touching you - but you let it happen, so he continued. "First of all, I'd like to apologise. For everything. For letting you fight so hard and long without me realising. For not opening up to you like I should have, because you are right. If I don't learn to talk to the person I trust and love most in all the nine realms, then my past and all my insecurities are going to eat me up inside. I see that now." He was gazing directly into your eyes - and you could swear you were already drowning again inside those oceanic blue orbs. "I came to the realisation those past weeks, that I am not able to live without you. Without your love. I feel like I can't breathe when you're not near me. Your absence suffocates me. I love you with all my heart and soul. You are everything I ever wanted and needed. So please... Please give us another chance. I beg of you." You just looked at him, stunned; words failing you. "

"This is what my heart tells me," he continued, squeezing your hands gently. "If yours doesn't speak the same language anymore, then please, tell me - and I'll walk out of that room." Your gaze softened. You freed one hand from his gentle grasp and lifted it up to caress his defined cheek. "Loki..." You started, shaking your head. "My heart never stopped speaking your language. Never." The god gasped at your touch and words. "Does that mean you'll give us another chance?" You smiled; nodding and stepped closer to him. So close, that you were just a few inches apart. His hand left yours; coming to rest on your waist, while your palm wandered to land on his chest. "Yes, Loki..." "Really?" He breathed; overwhelmed by your sudden closeness, and, again your words. Once more you nodded; signalling him that you meant it. "Oh, darling," Loki sighed; a few tears rolling down his cheek. He leaned down, wanted to capture your lips with his - but you stopped him; placing a finger upon his lips. "I'll give us another chance - if you promise to trust me completely and finally open up to me." His eyes met yours again; blue eyes filled with love and vulnerability. "Let me help you, my love. Let me sooth all those scars your past has left on you," you whispered and pressed a soft, slow kiss on his lips. "I promise, darling, I promise - and I'll start tonight," Loki said, placing another kiss on your lips, before he took a step back and took your hands in his bigger ones again.

"Close your eyes, please." You were confused, but did what he asked you to do; closing your eyes. Suddenly, you felt how his hands got cooler; temperature dropping. "This time, I want to go into this relationship with showing you all of me. I want you to see me." You frowned, but kept your eyes closed. "And I don't mean me, being naked. You saw that quite often already." You couldn't help but giggle at his words; blushing. Loki smiled. Something you weren't able to see at the moment. "Well... If you put it that way, I am naked in front of you now nevertheless. Showing you my true self. The way I was born." You gasped; breath hitching in your throat. Now you knew what he was talking about. "Your Jotun form? You... You want to show me your Jotun form?" He never did before. It was a huge part of his insecurities. "Yes, my love. Open your eyes." "L-Lokes, you don't have to show me your Jotun form right away! I know how difficult this is for you! I know how uncomfortable it makes you sometimes!"

He took a deep breath; was on the verge of crying again. "I know, love, I know. And I appreciate this so, so much - but I really want to show you. If we begin again, we begin with honesty. No secrets; no hiding. Now open your eyes." "O-Okay." You were quite a bit nervous as well. You knew that this took him a lot of effort. Opening your eyes, you gasped; heart skipping a beat. His deep blue eyes were replaced by shimmering ruby ones. His alabaster coloured skin had turned into a soft blue. Unique ridges and patterns adorned every inch of his tall, strong body. "Are you afraid?" Loki's shaky voice cut through the silence then. You shook your head immediately. "No, gods, no! You're beautiful, Loki. Stunning, breathtakingly beautiful." His eyes widened; pure relief flooding his veins. "R-Really? You... You think so?" You nodded; cupping his cheeks. "Yes. And it's finally time for you to accept this side of you," you said, pulling Loki gently over to your bed.

#loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x female reader #loki x you #tom hiddleston x reader #loki fanfiction #loki x y/n #loki #loki laufeyson x reader

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strangerqueerthings · 9 months

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Soft

(CW for body image issues, disordered eating)

Billy's getting soft, and Eddie doesn't draw attention to it at first, because he wants to enjoy it as long as he can.

The last thing he wants is for Billy to relapse into overdoing his exercises, his weight lifting, counting calories, protein, and carbs.

Billy hasn't measured out his portions in almost six months. He hasn't stared at the nutrition facts panel on a box for over five minutes in almost five months. He hasn't lifted weights and exercised to the point of exhaustion in almost a year.

He indulges in dessert at least once a week, and he doesn't look around the room as if expecting danger. He has a beer and takes his time to enjoy it. He shares more joints with Eddie, and doesn't fight the munchies when they come.

Last week, he shared a plate of chili cheese fries and a greasy, oversized burger with Eddie- he even had a Coke with it.

He still goes for runs, or swims laps, but instead of them being daily occurrences, he does them when he has time, because he's slowly replacing over exertion with hobbies he never allowed himself to enjoy.

Eddie comes home from his shift with Gary to find Billy sitting on the bed, hair pulled up in a sloppy bun, chewing on a pen, surrounded by books and notebooks.

Edgar Allen Poe. Mary Shelley. Oscar Wilde. William Blake. Bram Stoker.

He's comparing them, writing notes in his small, neat, precise handwriting. He also has a large book of Blake's watercolors open on "Book of Urizen- the creation of Urizen in material form by Los, 1794."

Eddie's never been much a literary nerd- he prefers to write and create his own works, rather than read what was written a long time ago. Still, he knows about Blake, and how the religious themes are important to Billy, because he's been struggling with them due to his upbringing.

Eddie's happy to see him fully investing his time and attention to something he enjoys- and is clearly absorbed by.

But what really has him smiling, is how Billy's stomach now has two gentle rolls to it as he leans forward to look at a page before taking another note. How he has the start of love handles visible from the waistband of his shorts digging into his hips.

Physically, Billy is getting soft, while sharpening his wits, and Eddie has never been more attracted him than he has been in that moment, seeing his softness paired with his hungry mind, proof that Billy isn't ignoring any of his appetites anymore.

Eddie comes into the room and sits on the edge of the bed, pulling off his boots. Billy looks up and smiles, the expression lighting up his face.

"Didn't hear you come in."

"Didn't want to interrupt," Eddie replies, leaning over to plant a kiss on Billy's cheek. "You look like you're in the middle of something."

"Really into the Book of Urizen right now. Something about the conflict between him and Los makes me think of how I had to deal with Neil."

Eddie lifts a brow.

"How so?"

"Urizen wields nets, with which he ensnares people in webs of law and conventional society," Billy says, reading from his notes. "While Los, his counterpart, is an aspect of art and imagination, and in their struggle to control the world, Los and Urizen fall and bind each other in human forms."

Eddie frowns.

"I don't get it."

"Their downfall was that they wouldn't stop fighting, and it warped their purpose. I've been fighting Neil so long, I lost sight of who I am, and what I want, even how I feel about my body. I was bound in a human form Neil forced me to take, and my fear of him... made me keep it that way."

"Not recently," Eddie says gently, kissing Billy's shoulder. "And I've never seen you happier."

"I've never been happier," Billy agrees, then frowns.

"I struggled with it for a while, you know."

Eddie nods, but says nothing. He knows Billy well enough that the silence isn't the end of his train of thought- it's the calm before the storm of words that he needs to get out.

"I was worried I'd get bad again. Over doing it, going back to constant working out, skipping meals, or only eating protein. I was worried that I'd need to be that same person in high school, the same build, even though he's not a threat anymore. He's far away, out of my life, but he still has a hold on me."

Eddie leans against Billy, providing silent, solid support as Billy continues.

"But I see how you look at me, Eddie," he says. "I saw when I took my shirt off yesterday, and how your eyes lit up. The way you smiled when we shared that really greasy meal."

He looks at Eddie meaningfully.

"I feel how your hands linger on my hips at night. I can feel your fingers run over my stomach when you think I'm asleep."

Eddie flushes.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Billy-" he begins, but Billy puts a finger to his lips.

"I'm not good with words. Never have been. Not with saying them, and definitely not with accepting them. If you told me you like how I look now, I wouldn't believe you."

His face lights up as he smiles again, the beginnings of crow's feet at the corners of his eyes wrinkling in contentment, and those tiny little lines take Eddie's breath away, knowing that his happiness is becoming such a regular thing that it's leaving its mark in his skin.

"The way you touch me when you think I'm asleep, or when you think I won't notice- I do, and it means more than any of your silly speeches. You don't blow it out of proportion, you don't draw attention to it."

Billy rests his head on Eddie's shoulder.

"You just love me, the way I am, and you never ask me to change, but you appreciate and encourage me in your own, unspoken way every time I make changes for the better, and it keeps me from going back, from second-guessing those changes."

"Because I love you, and I want you to be happy and healthy, babe," Eddie says, reaching up and pushing a lock of hair behind Billy's ear.

"And I know I haven't said it until now, but Billy... I love seeing you soft and content."

Billy laughs, looking at his notes.

"Kind of arrogant to compare myself to a mythical figure," he says, but there's no self-derision in his voice, only amusement.

Eddie grins.

"I'll have you know, Dionysus is one of my favorite mythical figures, and everyone agrees- that god knew how to party, was a symbol of fertility, just an overall rock star."

Eddie lifts a brow.

"And in most of the statues and art of him? He's built just like you- sometimes, even with man tits."

Billy laughs, flushing a bit.

"Are you saying I've got a godly figure?"

"Not just saying it- I'm stating it as fact."

Billy smiles, and closes his notebook, stacking his books up and putting them on the nightstand along with his pen. He pulls Eddie to him, and grins wickedly.

"Well then, Eddie," he breathes. "Worship at the altar of my body."

Eddie can't get either of their clothes off fast enough.

#billy hargrove #eddie munson #mungrove #sqt drabble #I am having some feelings today

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babybluebex · 1 year

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For the Italy Calling Universe, what's it like for the reader and Joe to experience the downside of fame Joe was so desperate to shield them from? I ask this as if I didn't get enough angst in Pt. III 😭😭

P.S. I love this series so much, and I can't get enough! You are so talented and amazing, and I can't thank you enough for sharing this with us!

this is short and sweet (and angsty lol) hope you enjoy!

You wiped your tears as you heard the keys in the lock, and you cleared your throat, preparing yourself to talk. Joe hadn’t been home all day, a meeting and a costume fitting and an interview all making his day too busy, and you didn’t want him to be more concerned about you than he needed to. He had his own problems; he was probably hungry and exhausted, he didn’t need you weeping.

“What’s wrong?” Joe asked instantly, letting the front door shut behind him. His eyes were focused on your face, and you furrowed your eyebrows in fake confusion.

“What?” you asked. “Nothing’s wrong. Why do you think something’s wrong?”

“Your eyes are all red,” Joe said quickly. “You’ve been crying.”

“Oh,” you chuckled lightly. “I was just watching those videos of dogs getting adopted. You know how it is.”

Joe narrowed his eyes as he thought, and he set his bag down as he rounded to the sofa, sitting down next to you. “Tell me what’s going on,” he said softly, resting his hand on your thigh. “I know you, darling, I know there’s something going on.”

You worried your bottom lip between your teeth, and you grabbed your phone and opened it again to the Twitter thread that you had been looking at. You sighed, and you gave your phone to Joe, and you mumbled, “This came up today, and I couldn’t help but look at it.”

WHY I DON’T LIKE JOE QUINN’S GIRLFRIEND was splashed across the first tweet, and Joe frowned at it as he scrolled with his thumb. You could tell that he wasn’t really reading the posts, just seething with anger, and he finally said, “You read all of this?”

“And other stuff too,” you mumbled, pulling your sleeves over your hands nervously. “Your fans hate me, Joey.”

“No, they don’t,” Joe told you. “Baby, they adore you.”

“Then why are there so many posts about how they don’t like me?” you asked tearily. “They don’t like how I dress, they say I’m only with you because you’re famous— they hate me, I saw posts saying that you should break up with me.”

“That’s just those people, though,” Joe told you. He put your phone away and put his arms around you, and he wiped your tears away with the soft pad of his thumb. “Whenever I meet a fan, they always tell me to say ‘hi’ to you. My fans love you.”

“B-But they’re so mean!” you sobbed, shoving your head into Joe’s chest. “They-They called me ugly, and they said you deserve someone better, a-and—”

Joe rubbed your back as he shushed you. “Stop, darling, stop,” he whispered. “I don’t want someone else, I want you. If I wanted someone else, I’d be with someone else, okay? I love you. You’re not ugly, you’re beautiful, you’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen, and I love the way you dress. And how can you be with me only because I’m famous if you didn’t even know I was famous when we met? That doesn’t make any sense. I love you, darling, and I love all of the stuff that these people don’t like. If they can’t see that you make me happy, then they aren’t real fans of mine.”

You sniffled, letting your tears fall onto Joe’s soft black sweater, and you murmured, “I didn’t think it would hurt so much, but it does. I don’t want to care, but I do. How do you not care about what people say about you?”

“I just don’t look at that sorta stuff,” Joe told you. “I can’t stress about what they’re saying if I don’t know what they’re saying. It does make my imagination run pretty wild, but Wes shows me some good stuff sometimes, and that’s soothing.”

“But I can’t not look,” you whimpered.

“Is there a way you can block those people?” Joe asked. “So you don’t have to see the negativity?”

You nodded, and you sniffled as you took your phone back into your grasp, and you blocked the offending accounts. With them out of the way, you felt a weight lift from your shoulders, and you whined as you buried your cheek into Joe’s chest even further. “M’sorry,” you said. “I’m sure you’re tired, you don’t need me crying all over you.”

“I don’t care,” Joe said. “If my best girl is upset, I’ll do whatever it takes to make it better.”

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#joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joe quinn x you #joseph quinn rpf

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mommyashtoreth · 30 days

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we all also love the sound of your voice. as a treat tell us abt ur opinions on crowley when she’s exhausted and suffering

Oh this is a good one. I've been exhausted and suffering quite a bit myself lately so it's a great matchup. I think we DO get a lot of exhausted (or at the very least very strung-out) and suffering Crowley in season 2, and I like that it's a good side of her to see. Muriel obviously describes s2 Crowley as "grumpy," and I've seen people on here describe her as "moody," and I think both of those are fair assessments. I think the more exhausted and suffering Crowley gets, the snappier and drier and more sarcastic she becomes, until she goes home and curls up on the floor and wine-drunk ugly-cries herself to sleep for the next three days. Dare I say, the more she's pushed the more typically "demonic" she becomes, less like her normal self (who is still certainly dry and snarky and wicked, but in a more playful way, like she's having fun with it), and more and more like, yknow, Beelzebub. Idk I imagine Crowley gets down in these big funks and she spends them either brooding in her apartment or storming around the bookshop or going for long drives and causing big accidents and traffic jams and running over wild animals to see if it makes her feel better (it doesn't), and a lot of people don't pick up on them because, well, that's Crowley, she's goth, she's grumpy, she's quiet, she's a demon. But she's not really usually like that! And this is cliche I know but I think Aziraphale can pick up on it almost immediately and is like one of the only people who can successfully talk her down out of it. Like idk lately I keep thinking abt like... Crowley being in one of these moods and maybe she hasn't quite had a big blowup yet but like it's building, and she's sulking and simmering and all tense and Aziraphale just. talks to her. Makes her stay still and sits down next to her and puts her big soft arms around her and they ground each other. Christ can you tell I've really been going through it. Anyway that's my long-winded way of saying that in s3 Crowley should be sitting fully clothed in a bathtub again drinking six-packs and listening to Pink Floyd in the dark. Because that's just how it's fucking been lately

#both crowley and az are really fun to see under a fuckton of stress and wracked with anxiety. honestly #ask #diquemeisteur #good omens #gomens #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable wives #whatever reblog my post boy #this isn't meta this is just be talking out of my ass for a little bit. but whatevsies

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stillnotyourmusebitch · 10 months

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Am I enough - Bowser x GN!Reader fic

This fic has been one I've been working on for ages but I finally felt it was time to post it. Because deep down writing this has really helped me

Warnings : Heavy angst, talks of burnout, psychotic meltdown. Happy ending.

It’s true what people say about giving your all but it just not being enough. I knew being among that of Bowser’s castle staff would be a very difficult and demanding job. That was partly the reason I took it in the first place.

As my life in the real world just wasn’t right for me. So, you can imagine when I discovered an oddly large green pipe one day hidden away in an abandoned alleyway I cut through that night to prolong getting back home. I chuckled to myself at the thought of going through it and wondered what it would be like if I found a way into one of the many Super Mario worlds. My curiosity got the better of me. I got what I wished for and more so.

I’ve been living in the Darklands for a few years now. After I was found near the castle of King Bowser. I chose to work for him. Rising steadily up the ranks to a place where I was the caregiver role to the children of the king. This meant taking each day as it came because no two were the same. I was a platform for their pranks until they saw I wasn’t going to be scared away by them. Soon after that, the wee koopalings really grew to like me. They came to me with their problems. When they wanted an outside look at projects they were working on and even let me in on the newest revenge prank in the works. We grew into an odd sort of family dynamic. I would even at a push say that Bowser was more a close friend than my king.

I was known for my kind smile and caring nature to all who needed help. But lately, I felt the wild spark that fanned my bubbly personality had dimmed to a low flutter that threatened to extinguish leaving a husk of smoke behind to fill and suffocate my soul. I tried that much harder to act like all was well but when the big man himself kept trying to gently approach the subject of my recent spout of sadness. I found that the phrase “I’m fine really I am.” And a soft smile that had become the lifeline I clung dearly to was just enough to brush away any concern he had or so I thought.

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I had barely managed to get through the day with my mask of normality not slipping and shattering to the ground But oh how it fell freely as soon as I shut the door to my quarters. My body sank in on itself with the weight of utter exhaustion finally being allowed to take over once more. Jr had noticed I had zoned out for the 5th time today when we were painting this afternoon. I told him that it was fine. I’m just a little bit tired. He looked at me for a second more before shrugging and going back to his canvas.

I know that I really need to sleep but right now I know if I went to bed I would just not want to wake up for the next day and the day after that and so on. I can’t worry my king or the koopalings. I think that is why I find my way to my ensuite bathroom in the darkness of my room. I didn’t want to put any lights on but when I got to the large tub and start to fill it. I set about lighting candles but only in the furthest corners of the room. It was better than nothing. It was just bright enough to see a silhouette of the bath at the center of the room. My eyes had adjusted to the dimness now that I just stood and stared at the water slowly rising up higher and higher. I normally would get undressed at this point. But what was the point.

I let the water rise higher transfixed by the sound of running water. My limbs moving on autopilot. I just climbed in completely clothed, shoes and all, leaned back, and finally closed my eyes.

I wanted to slip under the water and just drift away. People in my old life didn’t care but in the one I made here, I was wanted. Dare I say loved?

‘Am I enough?’

Thoughts swam frantically around in my mind. Each lasting a split second but long enough to make itself known. I don’t remember crying but it felt good to let it all go. The bath water was spilling over the sides now. I hadn’t turned the taps off. But it was okay. I let it run on. Flow over and pool beneath the tub. I let out the most guttural scream. Expelling all the negativity out of me. I just needed it gone.

“(Y/N) CAN YOU HEAR ME.” His booming voice split the air. I heard his heavy footsteps thud closer to the bathroom. The door broke into splintered pieces on the wet ground. “(Y/n)!” Bowser runs to my side. His large, clawed fingers turned the taps off, partially breaking one in the frantic movements. He scooped my sodden body out of the bath and cradled me close to his warm skin.

“Please talk to me.” He scanned me body to see if I was hurt.

I could see him talking but all I could hear was a high tinny white noise. I couldn’t get my limbs to obey me. I just hung there limply in his arms.

“I got you. I got you now.” He clings to me like I might fade from his grip into nothingness.

“B-bowser.” My tongue feels heavy in my mouth as I try to speak again.

“I’m here. I’m right here.” He sounds so small. Not like the fierce king everyone else gets to see. I’m crying again at the fragility that I’ve forced upon him.

“I-I’m so sorry sir.”

“No don’t say that. You have nothing to be sorry for. When Jr came to me today telling me he was worried about you. I should have stopped everything and gotten here sooner.”

Oh no. I scared Jr why didn’t I hide this better. Why didn’t I do something sooner?

“I’m frightened.” I choke out another sob.

“It’s okay.”

“But it’s not.” I hit his chest. “This is my fault. I let it get this bad. I kept pushing people away.” I keep thumping my fists against his chest and he just lets me. I’m begging him to just do something. Stop me. Just do something.

“I’m so tired. So damn tired.” I hit his chest once more before slumping against him again. He pulls me close. I can hear his heartbeat. It’s frantic, it’s worried. I nuzzle closer maybe if I get close enough it will calm down again. Even though I have clearly gone through a meltdown. I want to help him.

“I know you are. It’s been blatantly obvious that you were burning out before our eyes but you are so strong and caring you kept putting others before yourself. I need you to remember that you are enough. That you matter and you deserve to rest. The children will be fine for a few days if you take that time to rest up. Please let someone look after you for a little while. Please let me help you.”

I reach up and cup the side of his muzzle. His hand rests on top of mine like we are sealing a bargain. I smile weakly, to which he returns. He stands up, still holding onto me. As he walks us both back to my large bed. I’m starting to drift off to sleep but I needed to stay awake just enough to change into dry clothes that Bowser helps me into. Before lifting the covers and tucking me in. He looks down at me all curled up and slowly falling asleep. He moves off the bed but I grasp at his hand.

“Stay.” My voice is so small but he hears me. When the bed dips behind me I feel him pull me closer to his chest again. I finally let exhaustion take me but not before I felt him kiss the top of my head. A real smile tugs at my lips.

Maybe I am enough.

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This is my first fic in months and Bowser has been a real comfort character for me recently. So I hope people like this. Even if it was more of a personal idea.

#jamie writes #bowser #bowser imagine #bowser x reader #bowser x you #bowser x gn reader #gn reader #angst/comfort #happy ending

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