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[1/?] archon quests â interlude chapter, act iii: inversion of genesis
âdo you think there are any differences between your present self and your previous and future incarnations? if not, then what are the differences between humans and puppets? whoever has tasted the joys and sorrows of life in the human realm is human. whoever has loved and lost, cried with grief, howled with rage at the tragedy of death that eclipses the miracle of life... they are human too."
#genshin impact#genshinedit#genshinimpactedit#genshinet#scaramouche#wanderer#mine*#scaramouche*#gifchallenge*#tw flashing#i finally found a way to format quests!!#it hit me yesterday as i was finding a quote to put for raiden then boom here we are#i was gonna make the whole thing black and white and blue hence the first two gifs#but i didn't end up liking how it looked so more colours it is đ«¶đ»#also chose a long ass quote for the caption (it's two separate voicelines into one)#but i felt it was important to emphasize the puppet and human description that nahida tells scara#ahhhhh i love this quest a lot i remember having mixed feelings about him erasing his identity when i first played through it#but then i rewatched it again later and ended up liking it more bc it shows that not everyone can just erase themselves from irminsul#the same way rukkhadevata did#god i just miss sumeru so much it's still my fave of all the nations when are we going back y'all đ©#pls give me more scara and nahida interactions i beg they're my favourite platonic pairing ever (besides kazuven ofc)
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#super missing krbk there was a phase where everyone was being edgy bcs of shipwars but now the chill ones are sharing stuff again#ive seen more fluff yesterday alone than the past few weeks while bn ha was approaching its end waaaa very sweet to see#even nicer to see fluff artists admitting theyve been avoiding spoilers like the plague knowing it might end up ruining things for them#mumblings#cycle of twt ratio culture and tiktok brainrot making ppl forget fandom is meant for destressing and NOT getting constantly retraumatized#i know the feeling of identifying heavily w ur faves all too well but holy shit these one-liners are getting formulaic to unfunny degrees#having been on stantwt ik there's a certain . to enjoy seeing the edgelords defending ur faves win the quote war esp if youre a timid fan#but now that im out of the sludge system im shocked to see them *still* on that clapback grind. like cmon you silly cookie move on already#my old fandom of five years still circulates ratio ragebait i go back to peek and the same few names have not changed at all
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everybody talks
pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader
warnings: 18+ only. smut, fluff, a bit of angst. unprotected p in v. dirty talk. nipple play. if iâm missing something that needs to be tagged, pls lmk!
words: almost 7.7k
notes: happy halloween đ» so i had an idea for reclusive neighbor!bucky meeting reader when she stops by his house with a group of kids for trick or treating, and this is very much not that but i think it still works lol. also, i wrote this in a day? i donât think iâve ever written more than like 4k in a day before so, yay me!
i wanted to participate in @witchywithwhiskeyâs horror movie hoe-a-thon but i decided so last minute and then thought the deadline was the 31st, but i absolutely read the guidelines wrong bc it was actually yesterday and i missed it lol. iâm linking her event still though bc i did use a quote prompt! đ€
The loud shaking of the wobbly cart you grabbed in your hurry precedes you as you make your way through the ridiculously crowded grocery store. Normally you would have been mortified - probably would have left the cart and ventured off to grab what you needed sans basket - but you donât have the time to be concerned about the looks youâre getting as you walk fast down the aisles.Â
When your sister asked you for help organizing a family halloween party, you didnât realize she meant an actual little community family friendly party for the street she lived on.
You had gotten two frozen pizzas, a bag of candy, a case of soda, and some random bags of chips you were sure your nieces would love, just last night. That would have certainly been enough for you, your nieces, and both your sisters, but unfortunately, that wasnât where the guest list ended.Â
The look on her face when you showed up to her house with just those few things would have been funny if she wasnât already on the brink of a breakdown.
Her husband was out of town for work and she was doing all the halloween prep for Sid herself, thus why she enlisted your help with the party and your younger sisterâs help for the trick or treating plans.
Before she could snap and completely lose her cool on you, you were already rushing to the front door, keys still in hand, promising youâd be back within the hour and she had nothing to worry about.
Thatâs how you found yourself among the crowd of the woefully unprepared this afternoon.Â
You loaded the cart with six more frozen pizzas, three family servings of the deliâs hot and ready fried chicken, two packs of halloween cupcakes, two more cases of soda, an extra case of water, and three boxes of capri suns before you started filling the cart with the halloween party snacks you found in the holiday section.Â
You were getting a workout as you pushed the basket, less shaky now thanks to the added weight, heading to the candy section to grab a few bags of whatever they had left.
You were distracted by the end cap display as you turned down the aisle and didnât see the man standing right in front of you, accidentally running into him. Though, running into him sounds like an exaggeration. With how heavy your basket was, and how sturdy the man before you was, it was more like a bump - a love tap. He didnât even really react to it aside from looking over briefly to you and your basket.
Even still, you apologized profusely, rambling an apology about not looking where you were going before you finally got an actual look at your victim.Â
Your words stopped almost abruptly when your eyes met with crystal blues. His stare was icy, but not cold, moreso piercing.
He blinked and broke your trance, offering you a shy smile before he looked away.
âItâs okay, youâre fine,â he said, eyes fixed back on the shelves of candy.
He was dressed in dark denim jeans and a black crewneck sweatshirt, his hair was dark and down to just above his broad shoulders, and the stubble that lined his strong jaw suited him well. You didnât realize you were staring again until he looked back up at you.
You forced yourself to smile then, ignoring the heat you could feel creeping up your neck and rising to your cheeks.
âSorry,â you offered with a nervous laugh before you forced the cart behind where he stood to go onward.Â
You could have sworn you saw a blush rising to his cheeks as he smiled to himself, avoiding your gaze, but you werenât entirely sure.Â
And you definitely didnât have the time to ponder on it.
Instead, you began your own search of the shelves to find not only your niecesâ favorites, but your sistersâ, too.Â
They were both working hard to make their kidsâ halloween a good one, they deserved a little treat themselves when all the work was done. You, on the other hand, still single and child free, were planning on treating yourself all night. You were there to help, sure, but most of the work wouldnât be done by you. You were looking forward to seeing them off to trick or treat and plopping down on your sisterâs couch to watch movies for the rest of the night - handing out candy, of course, should any kids come by.
Once the party was set up and over, youâd be free for the night and you couldnât wait.
You were lucky to find most of what you were looking for, but couldnât seem to find the last kind of chocolates you wanted to get.Â
As your eyes scoured the shelves, you found yourself looking back over to where the handsome stranger still stood. His brows were furrowed as he held up two boxes of full size candy bars, seeming to be debating between the two.
The look of concentration on his face was endearing, you could almost chuckle at how serious in thought he seemed to be over candy.
You smiled to yourself, returning to your search. As your eyes left the man, traveling instead to the rows of candy in front of him, that was when you saw the bag you needed. In the section right where he was standing, because of course theyâd be there.Â
He huffed in exasperation before you watched him drop both boxes of candy into his cart. He turned to head down the aisle in your direction and his eyes widened slightly when he saw you still standing there.
âOh, sorry, Iâm in your way, arenât I.â
âNo, youâre fine!â You assured him as you left your basket, walking closer to him. âI just needed to grab this,â you said, looking up with the bag in hand. He hadnât moved from where he stood as you approached, so you were inadvertently in his personal space - but he didnât make any attempt to move from you. In fact, he looked almost frozen.Â
His bright eyes were on you, one hand on his cart, the other clenched by his side. He seemed to go a bit ridge at your proximity, like he didnât want to make any sudden movements, but he relaxed after a second after seeing your soft smile, blinking at you as his cheeks burned.Â
You quickly backed away, hoping to not make him more uncomfortable and to not embarrass yourself further.
You grabbed onto your cart and looked his way once more, meeting his eye again as his sights were already on you.Â
You smiled shyly, âSorry, again, for hitting you,â you offered, âhappy halloween.â
He didnât respond verbally, but he did give you a small nod of acknowledgement.
Your smile grew tighter before you turned and made for the check out, sighing as you rolled your eyes at yourself, mentally chastising yourself for being such an awkward inducing mess.Â
The lines were long and as you waited, you had to field a call from your sister, promising her you were checking out and would be back at her house soon.
You finally got through the line and were on your way out the sliding door when your cart almost crashed into another. You gasped as you pulled at your cart to stop, the heavy weight carrying it forward, its momentum causing it to almost ram right into the cart beside it.
The doors were only big enough for one cart to go through at a time, so you looked up to offer whoever it was you almost crashed into the lead.
It was your turn for your eyes to widen as you once again were met with those piercing blues.
âI am so sorry, Iâm not doing this on purpose, I swear,â you laughed nervously, backing up a bit so heâd have room to go through the doors. âGo for it,â you said.
He shook his head, âPlease,â he gestured for you to go in front, âladies first.â
Had you not been in a hurry, you wouldâve argued that he should go ahead, but seeing as your phone was lighting up with messages from your erratic sister, you smiled and pushed on forward. âThank you,â you breathed.
You were trying not to pay attention as he followed behind you, but when you got to your car, halting your basket at your trunk, you couldnât help but notice as he stopped next to you.
You looked over at him, and he looked over at you. He smiled this time, popping his trunk, âWhat are the odds?â
You tittered, not knowing how to respond. You couldnât help your smile though as you turned back to your trunk and started putting the bags in.
He himself didnât have much in the way of bags, and was finished putting his stuff away and taking his cart back by the time you were halfway done putting your stuff in your car.
You saw as he approached his door from your peripheral, and looked up and over in his direction as he abruptly stopped just before he was about to pull open his door.
For a second, he looked like he was about to turn around but then thought better of it, reaching for the door handle again before pulling away once more.Â
He squeezed his car keys in his hand before he turned back around, completely this time. You blinked at him, in a bit of a stupor as he came up to you. You waited for him to speak as he opened his mouth before quickly shutting it, taking a breath, then anxiously licking his lips.
âIâm Bucky,â he introduced himself a bit stiffly before his lip quirked up in a nervous half smile. Your brows raised of their own volition before you gave him your name in turn.
He seemed to be relieved by your reply, as if he was worried you would have ignored him, before he took another step closer to your car. âCan I give you a hand?â
âOh, uhm, sure. Thatâd be great, thanks.â
âBig plans for the night?â he asked as he slid the packs of soda and the water into the car.
âMy sister is hosting a little halloween party for the families on her street before they head out trick or treating tonight, Iâm helping her out with setup and food. But after that,â you sighed, putting a few more bags in, âIâm planning on just watching movies between trick or treaters. Nothing crazy. You?â you asked, looking over to him.
âIâm planning pretty much the same. I donât know how many trick or treaters to expect, Iâm new to the neighborhood and⊠maybe havenât been the friendliest neighbor,â he cringed to himself as he grabbed the boxes of juice. âBut I got the full size candy bars, soâŠâ
âSprung for the full size, huh? Iâm sure those kidsâll love it. Youâll be the talk of the block,â you joked.
His chuckle had you smiling so hard you had to bite your lip to keep from looking like an idiot.
Bucky took the last of the bags from you and set them carefully down before he closed the trunk for you. You were hanging onto the cart, waiting to say bye before you walked it to its home, as he turned, shoving his hands in his pockets before he spoke. He had that anxious look on his face again, his eyes down at the ground while he licked his lips mindlessly before he met your eye.
âI, uhm,â he seemed to register where his hands were then and took them out of his pockets, âI hope this isnât too presumptuous of me, but, did you maybe, want to exchange numbers?â he asked, bright blue eyes bearing into yours.
Your lips parted unbidden, eyebrows raising in surprise, or more like shock, as your eyes widened.
âYou- you want my number?â you asked stupidly. You didnât give him a chance to answer though before you continued, âUhm, yeah,â you nodded, âsure.â
The delicate smile on your lips grew as you reached for your phone.
You exchanged numbers and said your goodbyes before you were finally headed back to your sisterâs place.
You were smiling like a fool as you drove, a sense of giddy taking over you. This kind of stuff never happened to you. You were still in a bit of disbelief as you pulled into your sisterâs driveway, calling her to help you unload but deciding against telling her about your little grocery store meet cute. At least until the party was underway and her stress levels came down.
â
Grumpy.Â
Thatâs the word you would use to describe your current state.
This was not how tonight was supposed to go. You should be lounging on a couch watching scary movies with a bowl full of candy right now, not clopping down the street in your wedges - a last minute costume thrown together as your niece held your hand and pulled you along with her while your sisters and baby niece strolled behind.
Sidney had thrown a fit when she learned you wouldnât be coming along for trick or treating and only calmed down when you finally relented and agreed. But of course, you couldnât just go out in what you were already wearing, no, that would be too easy. You absolutely needed a costume.Â
At your sistersâ and nieceâs goading, you were forced to put something together.Â
You were already in all black, so you snagged the leftover cat ear headband your sister had and made your already done eye look a little more exaggerated. You all left soon after, your nieceâs jubilance as she skipped out of the house easing your annoyance at the change of plans. As you started down the driveway, you were cursing yourself for not having brought your sneakers, and your sisters for both having smaller feet than you.
You walked up to house after house with your niece, taking turns switching who was going up to the door every two or three houses. In between houses, you finally told your sisters about the guy you met at the store earlier, how attractive he was, how he helped you load your car, and how he asked for your number before you went your separate ways.
It was nice to be able to talk with them about it, it had been a long time since it had been just the three of you together - no obnoxious boyfriends or overly talkative husbands to interrupt your conversations. You had to say, you were starting to feel a bit more grateful for your nieceâs insistence on you joining them.
As you talked to your little sister while she held her daughter, you both watched as your niece tugged on her momâs hand, refusing to go up the pathway of the house you were now at. As you looked around, you realized everyone else seemed to be avoiding the house, too. You werenât sure why, though. The porch light was on and there was a cute, though solitary, ghost decoration that would greet you as you walked up the path to the house.Â
âWhat is up with that?â you asked aloud.
As your older sister walked back over, she answered your question. âShe doesnât wanna go, she says itâs haunted.â
You fixed your niece with a look, âWhat do you mean haunted? Who told you that?â
âEvan and Fifi. They said the metal man lives here and he kills anyone who tries to come in.â
âThe metal man, huh? Well,â you said, making a point of looking all around the front of the house, âit looks to me like whoever lives here is ready to pass out candy to anyone brave enough to knock. The lights are on, and did you see the ghost up front? Theyâre probably just as excited about Halloween as you are.â
âNo.â she responded flatly.
âNo?â you scoffed. âOhhh, okay,â you exaggerated, âI get it, youâre too scared to go. Thatâs all you had to say, Sid, no shame.â
âIâm not scared,â she argued, her face scrunched in annoyance at your insult.
âReally? If youâre not scared then why wonât you go knock on the door?â
She floundered for a second before she narrowed her gaze at you. You wanted to laugh at the low growl that radiated from her but held it together.Â
âWeâll all go,â she finally decided, looking all three of you in the eyes to make sure you were all ready to accompany her.
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It had been two hours since the trick or treaters had started their nights.Â
Bucky could hear the laughter and screams of playful fright as family after family and group after group of friends passed by his house.Â
The bowl of king size candy bars sat on his coffee table untouched as It played on his screen.Â
Every now and again heâd get up and look out the kitchen window, hoping to see a dead street to make himself feel better about the lack of trick or treaters, but only found the streets full of people.
The more time that passed without a single knock or ringing of his bell, the worse he felt.Â
He could lie and say he didnât know why he was taking this so hard, he wasnât one to complain about his solitude, but truthfully, he knew why.
He had heard the neighbor kids talking about him the other week, telling tales of horror about the metal man who lived next door. If seeing his arm was all it took to spur their tales and ignite their fear of him, God, he didnât even want to know what would come if they found out even a little bit of his past.Â
And if it wasnât the kids starting their own urban legend at his expense, it was the adults who would gossip about him at their backyard barbecues. The mysterious man who lived alone and kept to himself was an easy target for lowly neighborhood gossip, and the few people who had pieced together who he was seemed to be tight lipped about it. Anytime they saw him in public, their eyes would bug and they would quickly avert their gaze, like they were scared what would happen if he knew they knew. Itâs not like his identity was a secret, but he wasnât planning on striking up a conversation with them to let them know that. Especially not when they looked at him like that. Like he was some kind of monster.
Even still, he didnât want to be the social pariah on the block. He hated to think that anyone was scared or weary of him, though he knew most of them were.
He sighed heavily as he checked the time once again.Â
So much for that ghost helping to dispel his bad reputation. Heâd be requesting the money he spent on it from Sam later, it was his idea for him to get halloween decorations in the first place. He should have known it wouldnât have helped.
As his phone unlocked with his FaceID, he was tempted to send a message to the woman heâd met earlier in the day. He wasnât sure what it was about her, but he hadnât felt so disarmed by someone in a very long time. And the fact that she was gorgeous, and didnât seem the least bit frightened by him, was a nice feeling, too.Â
But she was probably watching movies and relaxing by now, he didnât want to be a disturbance. Tomorrow, though. Heâd definitely be messaging her tomorrow.
Another sigh left him as he locked his phone again, tossing it on the coffee table before making his decision.
Bucky paused the movie before he stood, bowl in hand, prepared to take it to the kitchen and shut his porch light off on his way upstairs. It was only gonna get later and he had to accept that no one was going to trick or treat at his house this year.
But just as he was setting the bowl down on the table, he froze.
Was someone actually coming up the porch?
He swore he was just hearing thingsâŠbut then came a knock.
â
âYou canât just stand there, Sid, you have to knock or ring the bell, pick one.â
âNo.â
âUgh,â you exaggerated with an eye roll, turning to look at your older sister, âyou live with this everyday?â
âEveryday,â she replied.
âSid, if you donât knock, you donât get candy,â you told her.
âIf I donât knock, I donât get murdered.â
âAlright, fine. Iâll do it myself,â you shrugged, adjusting the cat ears on your head.
You raised your arm to knock on the door, but Sid stopped you, pulling it back down.
âI donât want you to get murdered, either!â
âSidney,â you laughed, kneeling to get on her level, âI promise you, no one is going to get murdered. This house isnât haunted and a murderer doesnât live here.â
âYou donât know that for sure,â your little sister chimed in, earning a glare from you before you couldnât help your laugh, shaking your head before turning back to your niece.
âI just met Evan and Fifi at the party, and I know for a fact they were just trying to scare all of you guys. I doubt theyâve ever met whoever it is that lives here. Now, do you trust me?â
Her reluctant nod was your answer.
âOkay. Then Iâm gonna knock on the door, and weâre gonna get some candy. Cool?â
âCool.â
âCool,â you nodded with a smile before standing back up.
Sid inched back to stand in front of her mom, pulling her arm to hide herself behind as you once again went to knock on the door, this time following through.
You knocked and heard footsteps from within, smiling as you waited for the homeowner to open the door.
Once it opened, though, you found yourself completely taken aback.Â
Your breath caught in your throat as a newly familiar pair of brilliant blue eyes met yours.
Bucky stood at the open door, bowl of full size candy bars in hand. He looked just as surprised to see you there as you were him.Â
He tilted his head at you, a lopsided grin spreading on his face.
âTrick or treat!â Sidney yelled, seeing the big bars and coming to stand in front of you.
Bucky looked down, smiling as he showed her the bowl, âHappy Halloween,â he said, allowing her to pick which one she wanted.
âI know how this looks, but I swear Iâm not stalking you,â you promised.
âI donât know, it seems like a lotta coincidences for just one day,â he smirked, cooly leaning against his door frame. âNice costume,â he complimented.
âHa, thanks,â you smiled, touching the cat ears once again. âNice ghost,â you nodded toward the lonely decoration, âReally livens up the place,â you teased.Â
âThat was the intention,â he laughed, a little too glumly for your liking. âYou guys are actually the first trick or treaters Iâve had all night, so I guess it didnât really do its job.â
âSorry, you guys know each other?â your sister asked.
âYeah, uh,â you turned briefly, âthis is Bucky,â you said.
âBucky from the grocery store, Bucky?â your little sister asked.
You gave her a look you hoped Bucky didnât see before answering, âYes. That Bucky.â
Your sisters introduced themselves to him and as he switched the candy bowl from his right hand to his left, extending his palm to shake their hands, you noticed a glimmer coming from his left side.
You moved over a bit to allow them room to shake hands and as you looked closer, you realized that, peculiarly enough, his left hand wasnât made of flesh.Â
You scoffed a laugh to yourself at his âmetal manâ moniker. That made some sense now⊠In fact, a few things were clicking into place. Bucky, you thoughtâŠBucky Barnes? The Bucky Barnes. You wondered how you hadnât noticed earlier, not that it mattered, but you were staring, like kind of a lot, at him when you met at the store, and even when he was helping load your groceries. You really must have been distracted by just how gorgeous his face is.
Now that you were really looking at him again, you noticed just how built he was. Strong arms, solid chest, nearly six foot tall if you had to guess.Â
Your sisterâs laugh brought you back to reality as you followed her gaze to Sid who was now taking a bunch of bars from Buckyâs bowl as he held it out for her again.
âI doubt anyone is coming my way again, so please, take what you want,â he offered to all of you.
âThatâs really nice of you, thanks,â you smiled as your sisters each took a bar of their own. âWeâll uh, let you get back to your movie,â you said, remembering his plans for tonight.
âThe movie, yeah. I think I might have to start it over, actually. I went on my phone for a minute and looked up to see a blood covered bathroom but I have no idea how they got there,â he huffed a laugh at himself.
âOh, what are you watching?â your little sister asked.
âIt,â
âIt? No way, thatâs so funny. Thatâs the movie you were gonna watch before we left tonight, isnât it?â your older sister asked knowingly, a smirk no one but you and your younger sister would ever catch flashing for a microsecond on her lips as she looked at you pointedly.
âYeah,â you swallowed thickly, âit is,â you said, trying not to let the awkwardness that was eating at you consume you entirely.
âYou should stay and watch it,â your little sister suggested, to your complete and utter mortification. Your eyes shot over to her, and you swear, if looks could kill.Â
âIâm not just going to invite myself-â
âCome on, like he minds,â she turned to look at Bucky then, her hands still on her stroller holding her baby, âyou donât mind, do you?â
You peek over at Bucky, unsure of how you would even react if you were in his position. He met your eye and his lips quirked in a soft smile. âNot at all. If you wanted to, that is,â he added, offering you an out.
You looked at him a moment before looking over to your smugly smiling sisters and your niece as she tore into one of her candy bars, standing safely between the two of them. You inhaled sharply before looking back to a waiting Bucky.Â
You nodded.
âYeah,â you breathed. âSoundsâŠfun.â
âGreat, well we were heading back anyway. So, see you later?â you sister bid.Â
âOr not,â your little sister added teasingly before she shot her gaze over to Bucky once more. âBut we do have her location, just so you know,â she added seriously, a hint of a warning in her words.
âOoo-kay,â you said, breaking the forthcoming tension, âI will text you guys when Iâm on my way back,â you told them, urging them to get going.
âIt was nice to meet you, Bucky. I trust my sister will get home safe,â your sister said directly.
âIâll make sure of it,â he responded gallantly while your face felt as if it was literally on fire.
What was this, it was like your parents were dropping you off for your first date in high school. But somehow worse.
She nodded, âAnd thank you for the candy. Sidney,â she called, getting her daughterâs attention, âwhat do we say?â
âThank you! Happy Halloween!â
âYouâre very welcome,â Bucky smiled. âHappy Halloween.â
â
It wasnât long before you found yourself sitting on Buckyâs couch, a glass of water you had desperately needed sitting before you on the coffee table and Bucky sitting to the left of you, but keeping a respectable distance.
âIâm really sorry about my sisters, by the way. They can be a lot,â you huffed a laugh.
âDonât be,â he brushed off, âItâs nice to see, honestly.â
You looked over at him, he seemed a bit forlorn before he came back to himself.Â
âYou know, my niece was almost too scared to come to your door. She said this house is haunted, that âthe metal manâ lives here and kills anyone who tries to enter.â
âAh, I see word travels fast when it comes to children.â
âYeah, youâre kind of like their own urban legend.â
Bucky rolled his eyes playfully as you laughed, lifting a leg up to cross under your thigh as you turned to face him on the couch.
âWhat?â you asked, âDonât you want to be an urban legend?â
âNot really,â he laughed with a shake of his head, turning to face you better as well. âEspecially not when it leaves me with bowls full of king sized candy bars no one seems to want.â
Thereâs a pause before he continues,
âHonestly⊠I donât like knowing people are scared of me. I mean Iâve known, for a long time, that they are, itâs just.. Different when you can see that fear on their faces, in person.â
You didnât even realize you were moving as you scooted in closer to him while he spoke.
âI thought the city was bad, but ever since I moved out here, itâs all so much more intimate. The stares are a lot more pointed.â He laughed humorlessly at himself, âI heard a couple kids talking about my arm a few weeks ago and tried to tell myself I didnât care, but Iâve been wearing nothing but long sleeves every time I go outside now.Â
âIâm not ashamed of it,â he said quickly to clarify, âI just, I donât want them to have to be scared of me.â
âThey shouldnât be scared of you just because you have a prosthetic arm,â you argued, knowing they surely knew nothing else of who he was, âand their parents should probably be leading by better examples.â
âYeah, well,â he shrugged, âwhat can you do?â He swallowed the lump in his throat that was forming at your defense of him, âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to bring all this up-â
âNo, Iâm sorry, thatâs on me. I am incredibly skilled at killing conversations before they even begin.â
âI donât know about that. You donât know me well yet, so you donât know how big of a deal this is, but, I like talking to you,â he smiled.Â
You had to look away from his gaze, breathing a laugh as you did.Â
The movie was playing on screen, but neither of you were paying any attention to it as you continued talking.
Each time Bucky laughed at your lame jokes, you swore you felt like you were flying. You talked about everything and nothing. You got to know each other better, asking questions about life and preferences and favorites and what-ifs. The conversation flowed so easily, you never even really had to think about what to say next. That definitely wasnât usual for you, and you liked it. You liked him.
Somewhere along the way, the conversation turned flirty, and again, it was completely effortless.Â
Your knees were pressing against one another as you sat across from each other, almost side by side on the couch.
You laughed in unison at a cheesy line Bucky tried on you before a jump scare on the screen had you quite literally jumping. Without thought, you leaned into Bucky, and he had no qualms about it as you hid your face in his shoulder.
He laughed lightly, his arm coming around you and gently rubbing your back before you forced yourself to pull away. His warmth was so nice and welcoming, but if you didnât back up, you wouldâve tried to nuzzle right into his side - you couldnât risk the embarrassment.
As you turned back to sit next to him though, he kept his arm around you and tugged you in a bit closer.Â
You briefly wondered if he could hear your heartbeat, because you definitely could. You thought it might beat out of your chest at any moment as his warm cologne invaded your senses.
âSorry, I guess I just assumed you liked scary movies,â he laughed.
âYa know whatâs funny is I actually hate scary movies,â you told him, âthe It movies are some of the very few that donât scare me.â
âOh, that was you not being scared?â he smirked with a raised brow.
âThat was- it just, it caught me off guard,â you defended with a smile, absentmindedly leaning more into his hold.
You had never gotten so close to someone in such a short amount of time, emotionally or physically.Â
It was foreign, but you enjoyed it. It may have been sudden, but it didnât feel rushed.Â
âYou get scared easily?â he asked.
âIâm the biggest scaredy cat I know,â you admitted. âIâm not hard to get a jump out of, I get scared of literally everything,â you laughed at yourself.
You turned to look at him when he didnât say anything and felt your breath catch in your throat for the second time that night. He was so close to you now, and his eyes were piercing as he took you in, lingering on your lips and sending a chill through you.
The energy between you seemed to shift from something light and playful to something more charged, deliberate.
Your eyes drifted to his lips despite yourself, too.
He leaned in just a touch closer to you and your lips were mere inches away as he spoke,
âYouâre not scared of me,â he said, though you werenât sure if it was a question or not. Still, you responded as if it were.
Leaning in, brushing your lips against his, you breathed, âNo.â
His hand was on your head then, keeping you close to him as he pressed his lips against yours, it was fervent, yet delicate, as your lips moved against one another.Â
You moved a hand to hold onto his left shoulder and he tugged your body to move you completely over his lap while he continued to lead the kiss.
His metal hand found its way to your plush waist as he held you, squeezing you lightly and inadvertently causing you to sink down lower into his lap while your upper body melted into him.
His hand slid from your waist to your ass, grabbing you through your leggings, kneading your ample flesh in his large palm.
You moaned into his mouth and that seemed to spur him on because in the blink of an eye you found yourself being flipped onto your back as he pinned you beneath his large body.
When he finally broke the kiss, you were both panting, your hands fisted in his sweatshirt as his wandered your curves.Â
âDo you have a bed?â you breathed, pulling him back down to be closer to you, wanting desperately to have his lips on yours once more. He nodded.
âGlad you asked,â he returned, voice low and husky.
You yelped as Bucky lifted you in his arms, standing and carrying you with ease while you clung to him like your life depended on it. If he dropped you, you werenât sure youâd be able to recover from the embarrassment. But as he began up the steps and his hold didnât falter for a single second, you realized maybe there wasnât anything to worry about.. He held you like you weighed nothing and honestly, it sent a new wave of arousal through you as he reached the door of his bedroom.
He tossed you down on his bed carefully, but stopped you before you could begin tugging your leggings down your thick thighs.Â
You looked at him, confused and with a touch of worry you were about to be rejected.
âIâm sorry,â he began, âI shouldâve said this before I brought you up here,â
That did nothing to ease your worryâŠ
âI really like you. And I think there could be something real here between us, I donât want to ruin that. So if you were only here for one night,-â
âI really like you, too,â you cut him off, eyes gleaming into his, âAnd I think youâre right, I donât wanna ruin it either. I wasnât planning for this to be a one night stand, but if you want to take things slower, I donât have a problem with that.â
âNo, Iâm good with where we were heading, I just wanted to make it clear that I donât want this to be just tonight.â
You nodded, a little breathless as you smiled up at him.Â
âSame page, then.â
âGood,â he grinned before pushing you to lie back on his bed as he descended upon you.Â
His lips were on your neck and as he sucked on your sweet spot, you couldnât contain the soft moan that passed your lips.Â
His hands found the waistband of your bottoms and he pulled them down as much as he could manage before you lifted your hips and wiggled a bit to assist him in getting them off of you.Â
You pulled impatiently at the buckle of his jeans, earning a chuckle from him before he got to work taking them off.Â
While he got rid of his jeans, you pulled your shirt up and over your head, catching on the cat ears you had forgotten you were wearing. You threw them all to the side, unclasping your bra as Bucky shrugged his sweatshirt off over his head in turn.
He was back on top of you in an instant, pulling your bra off of you and tossing it to land with the rest of your discarded clothes off the side of the bed.
His large hands immediately went to your breasts, admiring the soft, heavy feel of them in his hands while he palmed them, squeezing slightly as he felt you.
You mewled under his attention, eyes closed in delight as his touch only added fuel to the fire burning in your core.Â
When he leaned down and took a pert nipple into his mouth, kissing and sucking on your tit, your hand found his hair as you gasped at the sensation, holding him to you, enjoying the feeling of his mouth on your breasts.
You could feel the wetness growing between your legs as he continued to have his fun, unconsciously rutting his thick cock against you when youâd moan for him.
As he traveled down your body, his hands following your curves and his lips kissing every inch of you that he could, he paid special attention to your tummy before he traveled even lower.Â
You were a writhing mess as you felt his warm breath on your folds. When your hips bucked up into his face and you felt his lips brushing your cunt, you whined obscenely at the feeling. Bucky laughed tauntingly, holding your hips back down as he poked his tongue out past his plump lips, lightly licking your folds and your sensitive clit as you gripped his hair and urged him closer, wanting, needing more.
He finally took mercy on you after a long, torturous minute, spreading you open for him before he ate you out like a man starved.Â
His tongue glided all over your slick cunt, dipping in and out of your tight entrance, before coming back up to flick your clit.Â
He drew figure eights over the sensitive bud and you swore you were about to come undone from that alone, but when he sunk his thick digits into your dripping pussy, curling them just right, rubbing against that special spot perfectly, you were seeing stars as your thighs threatened to clamp around his head while you shook from your orgasm. Your walls clamped down on his fingers as you came and he moaned at the feeling as he worked you through the high, more than ready to finally get his cock inside you.
âDoll, you look so gorgeous like this,â he admired as he held himself above you, ânaked and sweaty beneath me. Like a fucking goddess,â he praised, grabbing his erection and positioning himself at your entrance.Â
âYou sure youâre ready for me, sweetheart?â he asked, running his cockhead up and down your dripping slit.Â
âYes, Bucky, please,â you moaned pathetically, spreading your legs as wide as you could for him.
âMm, I love the way you say my name, doll,â he groaned as he pushed just his tip inside your tight cunt, moving in and out of you as you whined for him.
âGod, please, Bucky, please fuck me! I want it so bad,â you whimpered. âI wanna feel you fill me up, please.â
The growl that left his throat had your pussy fluttering, squeezing around nothing before he finally gave you what you wanted. With one hard, deep stroke, he was fully seated inside you. Your eyes squeezed shut as you gasped sharply, your hands gripping onto him wherever you could as he began to set his pace. With every thrust of his hips into you, he was hitting deeper and deeper inside your cunt.
âOh, fuck,â you cried.
âThere you go, sweetheart. Take all âa my cock inside this tight pussy, taking me so fuckinâ well,â his hands were tight on your hips as he fucked into you. âThis what you wanted, doll?â he panted, his pace never faltering as he fucked you harder, the slapping sound of skin on skin and his balls hitting your cunt with his every thrust filled the room, mingled with your moans and whimpers and his grunts and growls. âWanted this big dick to stretch you out, huh? Wanted to feel me fill you up with my hot cum til Iâm dripping outta you.â
One of his hands left your hip and instead went to grab at your breasts again, his large hand palming your tit as he squeezed and kneaded, flicking his thumb over your nipple and only adding to the pleasure threatening to send you over the edge.
âGod, yes! Please, fucking yes, Bucky, please, please, please, pleaseâ you begged pathetically, reaching a hand down to find your clit, working your bud in circles as your walls tightened around his thick cock.Â
Your eyes were about to roll into the back of your head as you moaned senselessly, Buckyâs hand leaving your chest and nudging your own away from your clit. He replaced your hand and circled your clit perfectly as he continued rolling his hips into yours, his pace growing more erratic and the words leaving his beautiful lips growing filthier the closer he got to his own end.Â
With one perfectly angled thrust, you were crying as your body shook at the intensity of your orgasm. Wave after wave of nerve tingling pleasure lighting you up as you rode out the high. Your toes curled, legs wrapped around him as much as they could be while he grabbed at your body, falling down closer to you as he moaned, holding your body tighter as he pumped his hips, âFuck,â he growled as he pushed himself as deep inside of you as he could, his eyes squeezing shut, holding himself there as he came, his body shaking some as he attempted to thrust once more.Â
You moaned at the feeling of him painting your walls, your hands in his hair as he buried his face in your neck, holding him to you. He stayed inside of you for a long minute as you both panted, trying to catch your breath, while he ensured he got all of his load out before he finally pushed himself up off of you, gently sliding out of you.
He flipped over next to you, laying on his back before he pulled you into him. Your hand rested on his chest as you laid in his left arm.
âHoly fuck,â you breathed, your fingers playing in his chest hair mindlessly as you worked to catch your breath.
His hand was running up and down your side soothingly as he moved to try and meet your eye.
âAre you okay?â he asked, his voice full of concern.
âYeah,â you assured him. âIâm better than okay, honestly. That wasâŠamazing.â
âGood, Iâm glad,â he smiled, âbut still, Iâm sorry if I got carried away. I tend to run my mouth when Iâm, uh,â he fumbled with his words, âya know, in the moment.âÂ
He looked so bashful, you couldnât help but laugh lightly at his expression.
âYou just said all of what you just said, but you had trouble with that?â you tittered, rubbing his chest before turning further into him, laying on your side as he stayed on his back, propping his right hand under his head as he relaxed into the position. âBut really, Bucky, you donât have to apologize. I donât know if you could tell, butâŠI really liked it,â you simpered sensually.
Bucky smiled at you as you leaned up to meet his lips in a soft kiss.Â
âItâs probably way late now, right?â you asked as you pulled away from him. âI should probably head back.â
Bucky sat up after you, âDo you have to?â he asked softly.
You looked back at him, his blue eyes set on you. You nipped at your lower lip before shaking your head lightly. A new, sweeter excitement washing over you.
âYou donât have to if you donât want to, but you could stay for the night,â he offered. âI was hoping I could take you for breakfast in the morning?â
Your heart skipped a beat at the hopeful look in Buckyâs eyes as he waited for your response. That giddiness you felt earlier came over you once again as you held his gaze.
âYeah,â you smiled. âYeah, that sounds nice.â
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ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED COMEDIC RELIEF
ASSORTED QUOTES FROM TUMBLR TEXTPOSTS, X (formerly known as twitter) POSTS, TIKTOK, MEMES, AND OTHER SOURCES AROUND THE INTERNET
CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.
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â  Currently considering becoming a bother and a nuisance, maybe even a menace or a rascal. â
â  Hungry? Eat the government. â
â  Yes, I wanna fuck after every argument. â
â  Silence, you uneducated peanut! â
â  They should invent a being alive that isnât so difficult. â
â  Women have to think Iâm hot or none of this matters. â
â  Due to personal reasons I will be named an enemy of the state. â
â  Being overdressed is a myth made up by people who didnât want you to have fun and be sexy. â
â  What even are daddy issues? Just traumatize your father back. â
â  I LOVE complaining! You canât take that away from me! â
â  I went to the silly goose convention and they all knew you. â
â  Iâm simultaneously âIâm tired of this grandpaâ and âthatâs too damn bad!â â
â  The word ew coming out of a pretty girlâs mouth holds so much power ⊠I think that it can tear apart nations. â
â  Someone made fun of my shoes and the whole time I just thought of ways to push them out the window. â
â  If youâre short, simply get taller. â
â  I better think twice? Buddy I donât even think once. â
â  My off putting looks, awkward demeanor, and strange behavior have captivated you. â
â  Thereâs something deeply, fundamentally wrong with you. Can we kiss? â
â  You are a fool. When you walk, clown music plays. â
â  I mean yeah heâs evil and all but what if I were his favorite? â
â  I really do hate thinking. â
â  In my defense, I simply do not vibe with the law. â
â  Iâve done nothing wrong. Except all the atrocities. Besides that, Iâm innocent. â
â  Sorry I couldnât hear you over my internal monologue. â
â  Of course you have white hair and trauma. â
â  So apparently the bad vibes Iâve been feeling are actually âsevere psychological distressâ. â
â  Stop calling me a bad person just because Iâm orchestrating your downfall! â
â  The more lip gloss I collect the longer I live. â
â  Sorry that I am obsessed with you in the unhealthiest way possible. As if it's my fault â
â  The multiple failed assassination attempts against me have helped build both character and self esteem. â
â  I could be your loser boyfriend. Do you ever think about that? â
â  Accidentally went and got myself killed yesterday, but god wont let me die so Iâm back â
â  What do you mean napping isn't a good coping mechanism? What do you mean my problems are still here? â
â  Academic validation is required for my sanity. â
â  RIP to everyone killed by the gods for hubris but Iâm different and better. Maybe even better than the gods. â
â  Researching the stages of grief to see if I can get them finished in ten minutes tops. â
â  My parents were like Iâm gonna make a child that is so beyond help. â
â  Itâs not easy to admit when youâre wrong, and thatâs why I wonât do it. â
â  Why canât this family ever have a funky good time? â
â  How do I show people that Iâm more than my unethical career choice? â
â  I fucked my way into this mess, and Iâll fuck my way out. â
â  You look so biteable today. â
â  Why am I suffering? I have so many correct opinions and takes. â
â  I AM HAUNTED BY A PAST THAT I CANNOT GO BACK TO! anyways â
â  Challenging authority, angering gods. The family business. â
â  Third base is me telling you about my father. â
â  Hey girl. Plagued by terrifying visions? â
â  Got caught giving a fuck. Embarrassing. â
â  I didnât âmissâ the red flags; I saw them and thought that they looked sexy. â
â  Do my dark circles and deteriorating health make me look hot? â
â  I get my news from the only reliable source, cryptic symbolism in my dreams. â
â  Another day of being a bisexual disaster. â
â  Iâm going to let myself be a little unhinged today, as a treat. â
â  Some of you act like murder is such a big deal. â
â  You wanna hunt me for sport so bad that it makes you look stupid. â
â  Youâre not a girlboss unless youâve killed someone. â
â  Itâs so weird how no one ever has correct opinions about things except for me. â
â  Hello, my love â I mean, my rival â
â  No one is calling me baby and itâs outrageous I canât believe it. â
â  No talking stage. Mutual obsession and you see god in my eyes or nothing. â
â  I DONâT UNDERSTAND HOOKUP CULTURE DIE IN MY ARMS â
â  Yes baby your emotional walls are high and impenetrable can we kiss now? â
â  Affection is disgusting. Drown me in it. â
â  I am gatekeeping my respect from you. â
â  Well, well, well, if it isnât the consequences of my own actions. â
â  I am equal parts fuck around and find out and please donât yell at me Iâll cry. â
â  Short legs, big butt. Iâm a corgi. â
â  Fuck being the bigger person; Iâm going to start biting people. â
â  Well that wasnât very slay of you! â
â  May I please get a crumb of affection? â
â  I crave power! Please donât yell, though; Iâm sensitive. â
â  You call it a near death experience; I call it a vibe check from God. â
â  Here are some scissors. Now cut it out. â
â  Might commit a little tomfoolery, maybe even some shenanigans. â
â  All these flavors, and you choose to be salty. â
â  How can I live, laugh, love in these conditions? â
â  What if I said âto be honestâ but then lied? â
â  I'm financially at a stage where I understand why people do fraud. â
â  Yes I may be evil and morally corrupt, but Iâm also incredibly beautiful and I think that makes up for it honestly. â
â  Debates are stupid. Why would I want to sit down and argue with someone blatantly dumber than me? â
â  I forget but I do NOT forgive.. I'm just walking around hating bitches can't remember why â
â  Ding dong your opinion is wrong! â
â  Iâm coming for your kneecaps. â
â  You dropped your nose you fucking clown. â
â  Are you a fire alarm? âCause you are really fucking loud and annoying. â
â  Call me an escalator, because I let people down. â
â  I love me a good lesbian scandal! â
â  If you canât run away from your problems, youâre not running fast enough. â
â  Everything I want to do is illegal. â
â  Donât make me hit your ankle with my Barbie scooter! â
â  I tell gay jokes because I am a gay joke. â
â  Fuck! I dropped my mental stability! â
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wish you were sober
synopsis: in which you drunkenly confess to aventurine and he doesnât believe you, rather believing that heâs not worthy, less even deserving of your love. despite that, his insecurity, you're under the belief that aventurine deserves all the love in the world. love - something that you want to introduce to him and show him âwhat it means to love you.â
pairing: aventurine x reader | wordcount: 2.3k (iâve gone insane) | content & warnings: hurt/comfort, alcohol; they're both drunk, insecure aventurine, unestablished relationship, they label themself as friends but reader barely knows anything abt him LMFAO, dual pov, DO YALL GET THE REFERENCE IN THE SYNOPSIS LMFAO??, rushed ending icl, half assed-ly proofread; oneshot
a/n: yesterday i listened to wish you were sober by conan gray and was like âdamn.. thisâd fit sundayâ but then i asked azul what he thinks cause i couldnât decide between su**day and <aventurine3. and they replied with that itâd be so much more angsty with aventurine (okay not quote on quote but you get the msg) and i dislike su**ay anyway!! so boom! (yâall are still getting another sunday fic..yay..ig.....)
tags: beloved @azullumi <3 and @cherieiu (stop punching me)
âi love you.âÂ
your confession doesn't come over as surprising for aventurine, he anticipated it. just like how the ebb awaits the flood, yearning for it but disappearing as soon as it arrives. missing out on each other for just a split second, as the other party sweeps and slips away from the grasp of the other. nevertheless aventurine is glued to his seat on the rich sofa.Â
colorful poker chips are splattered around the rich mahogany floor tiles, bottles of vodka and wine, some already with their cork removed and empty, others who haven't even been opened yet. a chandelier adorning the ceiling of the big room, its lightbulbs glowing dimly in the caliginous room, illuminating it.
one of the lamps flickers while the others continue to shine brightly - too brightly aventurine thinks, if he were to watch them any longer heâd feel like melting. the closer he got to you the sun, the deeper he'd fall into the bottomless pit he managed to crawl out of.
the room reeks of alcohol. is the temperature rising? he feels like every time the last number on the digital clock changes the warmer it gets. his blond bangs stick to his forehead and beads of sweat are running down his flushed cheeks - that answers his question.
itâs hot - humid even. he's not sure if he's able to bear the heat in this narrow atmosphere any longer. he tries to blow the sweat away by waving at his face with his hand, trying to cool off his face - a futile attempt. god, what's this a/c even good for, if it can't do it's damn job.
he opens his mouth with the intent of wanting to say that you're lying, that you shouldn't say stuff like that when you're drunk and that you'll regret later. but he doesn't, he refrains from doing so. instead he gulps down the words immediately, letter for letter. they're a bitter pillow to swallow. flowing down his throat like the wavering water running down a stream - intoxicating, similar to the alcoholic liquid you've downed.
the blond looks at you through half lidded eyes. you lift yourself off the ground, he takes notice that you have a hard time doing so, legs slightly trembling as you remove them from the floor tiles. (you've always been a lightweight he thinks)
as you make your way over to him, standing up and wanting to sit yourself next to him on the large black leather sofa. you clumsily bump against one of the almost empty shot glasses that still lies on the floor. tripping over the small glass as your foot comes in contact with it. the glass that still contained some of the red wine you've poured in, not too long ago, tumbles as easily as a domino tile, falling upon the smallest touch. making the flimsy piece immediately meet the ground.
it breaks into a few sharp shards and the remaining alcohol starts seeping out of it, staining your once white socks with crimson colored alcohol. âah mâsorry!â you mumble as you quickly bend down to gingerly pick up the fragments, placing them in the palm of your hand carefully, so that they won't cut you and leave slits.
aventurine takes another peek at you as you tidy up. your face is flushed, your cheeks tinted in a bright red and you let out incoherent sorrys, blabbering incomplete phrases. he wants to tell you that it's alright. that he feels the same and reciprocates yours feelings, that you don't have to apologize and he'll help you.
but he freezes.
the words that he wants to tell you, the ones he's been longing to say don't leave his mouth. neither does he move. instead he coughs, continuing to watch you while you clean up. a tissue has found its way into your right hand, helping you soak up the alcohol. (its his hand that should be intertwined with yours, not the tissue)
his throat hurts.Â
(he's not in the right mindspace to acknowledge if it's because of you - the unsaid words that he didn't reveal to you yet or because of the alcohol.)Â
it's dry and lacks any kind of refreshing liquid that'd quench the drought that occurs in his throat. he contemplates, thinking about the choices he has. swallowing down his own spit isn't worth it, it makes his throat burn even more.
he comes to the decision to pour himself another glass of alcohol. (debatably his worst decision until now.)
twirling the almost translucent liquid in his glass, before fully gulping it down in one go. a bit of the alcohol escapes the depths of his mouth, running down his chin and messily staining his porcelain-like skin.Â
he doesn't like the bitter taste, he can't seem to befriend himself with it. (neither can he befriend him with himself) although it's not the worst, he's just not able to find a reason to like it. after all, after a single sip it starts to sting as it enters his mouth.
the scent isn't great either, it smells strong, too strong for his liking, a scent that reeks of cleaning detergent and not to mention, it prickles on his tongue and burns as it slides down his throat when it makes its way into his blood. but there's one thing aventurine can't deny: it's efficiency.
it fulfills its purpose well making him lightheaded and dizzy, to the point of forgetting everything.
all sounds are drowned out. even the lame pop songs playlist you turned on because you insisted that âit'll set the right moodâ is barely audible for him now. his ears hurt hellish, he wants to put his hands over his ears to escape the white noise. the sound that plays in his ears is similar to the one of when an airplane starts boarding - an unpleasant noise.
the only sound that remains for aventurineâs slightly drunk state is your voice. it echoes through his ears. your drunk confession playing over and over in his mind like a broken record, anticipating the day it'll be fixed, so the misery it is in ceases.Â
his sloppy and sluggish movements - the way his hands tremble as he pours himself another glass, the nervousness that forms inside his body and the blush that spreads as quickly as a wildfire on his cheeks - they're tormenting him, and he blames none other than the alcohol for it.Â
âa drunk mind speaks a sober heart, drunk words are sober thoughts, when you're drunk you reveal your true desiresâ his ass. the both of you are just friends. friends that are acquainted through work, nothing more, nothing less. aventurine couldn't bear to lose his only friend, after all he's already lost everything.
(anything he'd never want to lose will eventually be lost. it is as if fate had decided that everything that is worth wanting, everything that he wants to have and keep, will be lost the moment he gets his fingers on it. to aventurine thereâs nothing worth pursuing at the cost of prolonging a life that is full of anguish.)
his father whom he never got to meet, his mother and sister whom he was forced to leave behind and kakavasha, his younger self. all will be lost - everything was lost. if he wasn't careful now, one slip up on the thin ice or feet accidentally trampling over the floor full of eggshells, he'd not only lose himself in the process, but you too. his one and only friend.
crossing this line he set for himself, as he drew it along the earthy ground with his calloused fingers, trembling as they traced over the mud.
walking past the border that was created to keep everything and everyone distant from him, as he stood on the other side turning his back from the world, walking away and waving, to bid his goodbye from them.
the wall he built around him to shield him from the world, protecting everyone from the ugly thing that was kept inside , protecting himself from the people that only want to torment him.
forgetting all of these things, leaving them behind for you would mean showing you who he really was. a frail human being that hides himself behind a mask. the theater curtains revealing the person who played the role of the man who had called himself aventurine for the past years. placing him in the spotlight and giving the audience a show they'll never forget, like the fool he is.Â
aventurine doesn't think that he is loveable, that he's undeserving of love - your love.
you think that aventurine deserves all the love in the world. providing him with said love, embracing him and showing him how pure love can be.Â
the blond caught your eye right away. he was charming, funny and handsome. aventurine turned into your little work crush, your motivation to convince yourself just to see him.
the road was rocky and full of obstacles, set up by none other than aventurine. it gave you a better perception of who he really was and it intrigued you even more. why does he hide himself away from the world? why does he convince himself to not get anyone close to him even though he longs for the touch of another person? who is aventurine, really?
you can't answer any of these questions and neither are you certain if aventurine really can but that doesn't stop you. you continue to climb up all the way to know who he is, who the person you fell in love with really is.Â
love, is weird isn't it? it comes in all different shapes and forms.
if someone were to ask you why you like him, you wouldn't know how to answer, because neither do you know.
but nevertheless you still like him. why? how come you like someone that you don't even know, someone that is foreign to you, almost like a stranger. even though the both of you label yourself as âfriends.â
you're not sure what the color is that infuses his irises, he keeps them hidden beneath his glasses. despite that, you long to stare into his eyes and let all the plain and dull parts of your life get painted in the same colors of his hues. a color that brings you comfort and cures your sorrow. it's the hues that you want to stare at as you tuck a golden strand of hair behind his ear, in return he grants you a small but genuine smile.
a smile that you want to see more often, one that you want to keep for yourself.Â
as for his scent, every person has their own unique and special scent. you plead to the gods above that heâll let you bury your head into the crook of his neck and absorb his smell so it becomes the only scent that lingers around your nose.Â
there are so many more things that you want to know about him but you're unaware of. one might say that you're odd for liking - no, loving someone that you barely know.
a stranger, a foreign person whom you know little about to almost nothing about, is the person that you love. absurd isn't it? but love is weird, love can be pure and ridiculous, but it can also be painful and heart wrenching. love is a feeling that not only brings joy to oneself but also causes pain. but it's a feeling that you never want to get rid of - not until you introduced aventurine to it. showing him what love has to offer and has in store.
in the iridescent light aventurine remains to look as ethereal as ever. a scent of vodka lingers around aventurines figure, the smell is strong, but you couldn't care less. his hair is disheveled but nevertheless continues to shine in the dazzling light. he lets out a tiring yawn and you couldn't imagine aventurine any more beautiful than in this moment.
vulnerable and for your eyes only. making it unable for you to tear your gaze away from the sight before you.Â
he's like a shooting star, if you don't continue to watch and follow it and blink, even if it's just for a single moment - it's all over and you'll never see it again.Â
âstop looking at me like that.â aventurine mumbles quietly, almost whispering. upon hearing that, you make your way over to him, glass shards long forgotten as you place them on the small coffee table in front of the sofa.
your arms reach out to aventurine, clutching your hands on his shoulders. your grip is sluggish but you don't falter and continue to hold him. âlike what?â your lips are slightly parted and your gaze is drowsy as you counter aventurine's question with a question of your own.
âlike that.â he placed the hand that just rested on his thigh, on your cheek, slightly caressing it. âyou're just gonna hurt the both of us if you keep this up any longer.â he's not sure where the boldness came from, he blames it on the alcohol once again; it finally seemed to kick in. Â
ââm not lyingâ you hiccup. tomorrow iâll tell you how much i love you, no matter if it's onceâ a cough exits your throat âor a hundred times.â the words that leave your mouth are slurred, they're incoherent and muddled up. your grip on his shoulder weakens, hands slipping off and head falling against his chest.
..did you seriously just black out?
aventurine can only sigh at that. a small smile finds its way onto his face. he snakes his arms around you waist, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck and hugging you with the remaining power he had left before falling asleep. guess there'll be a lot to unpack tomorrow but for now he allows himself to indulge in this shared moment between the two of you.Â
© VYNICITY 2024. stealing, copying, translating, reposting my works on other platforms or feeding them to ai is not permitted.
e/n: hope yall enjoyed this as much as i hated writing this!! (i wanted to throw up) i acc hate how i wrote this. it's not as choppy as when i started writing it but it still feels so rushed and so idk.. anyway reblogs with comments are very much appreciated! >< ALSO that one paragraph written in brackets..guess whose speech it was inspired byyyyy (hint: bsd!!)
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I loved LOVED a word, a look, will be enough. Iâm obsessed with the way you write jason and tim. No pressure to answer this at all, but I was curious if you have a headcanon about how the missing spleen reveal eventually goes
Jay »
Good afternoon Timothy.
« tim
uh oh
Jay »
I just had a fascinating conversation with Doc thompson
Care to hazard a guess about what?
« tim
pollen season
Jay »
No.
« tim
bird flu
Jay »
Is there a reason you havent told anyone in your life that you dont have a fucking spleen?
« tim
okay first of all
iâm not sure why doc thompson felt the need to tell you my private medical information
pretty sure they have a rule about that
Jay »
Itâs not her fault.
I mentioned that you got whammied with that stupid germ bomb from Typhoid Tony or whatever the fuck his name was
« tim
vik vyral
Jay »
And she got all serious and told me I should get you into the clinic asap, and I was like no heâs fine now, it was basically a 24 hour bug, and she was like no, theres no such thing as a 24 hour bug for him, he needs to come get his blood tested yesterday
And then she clearly realized I had no fucking clue what she was talking about and clammed up. Wouldnât say a thing. Told me to ask you myself.
Jay »
The look she gave me when I said you slept it off and went back to work. Like I should know better. like I was letting you be careless and shit bc thats just how I am or something.
« tim
âlettingâ me?
Jay »
yeah. Letting you. I know you know what I mean
« tim
iâm not sure i do.
Jay »
When youre with someone you take care of them.
I dont pretend to know much about this shit but I know that.
Iâm not talking about handcuffing you to the radiator. Im talking about knowing whats going on with you and knowing that sometimes you let shit slide that I wouldnât. When it comes to you
You do that for me and the others all the time. Thats how it works.
« tim
doc thompson doesnât know youâre âwithâ me
Jay »
If you think everyone doesnât know exactly whatâs going on then your detective skills need work
Jay »
Also, Jesus, Tim.
« tim
ok sorry, i didnât mean the scare quotes part
but did you pause to consider maybe thereâs a reason i havenât told everyone other than whatever shortsighted masochistic bs youâre assuming
Jay »
I dont need you to tell everyone. Iâm not asking you to write a report on it.
Just like. if thereâs any other major medical shit can you maybe tell me
Before you fucking die of a sinus infection or whatever bc the asshole who lives with you didnât know your immune system has the horsepower of a bicycle
« tim
did you know you curse more when youâre fronting like youâre not worried about me
Jay »
Iâm actually not fronting! in this moment!
« tim
okay
well. i am sorry
that sounded sarcastic bc of who i am as a person
but itâs not. i mean it.
Jay »
Sorry for yelling at you
« tim
i dont wanna go into it over text but iâll tell you tonight. okay?
about what happened.
also thereâs nothing else. itâs just the spleen thing
ok?
Jay »
Okay.
« tim
well and the mango allergy
well. and iâm double jointed specifically bc i have joint-hypermobility syndrome
which is why im so flexible :)
but also why i dislocate things a lot :(
um and im mildly allergic to carrots, bananas, pineapples, and most legumes, but itâs fine they just make my tongue itch
i think thatâs all
Jay »
Tim can you be honest with me for a second
« tim
yeahâŠ
Jay »
Are you inbred
« tim
NSJDN/&2&jdj?!_ÂŁ_??
Jay »
Like are you that type of rich person
You can tell me. We are not going to procreate so I dont mind either way
« tim
just scared the living shit out of an intern who had never seen me laugh before. i think she thought i was choking
jesus CHRIST
i will see you at home.
Jay »
You
didnât answer the questionâŠ.
#feyburner ask#jaytim#my writing#idk what this is tbh i think i just wanted them to have a little spat. sharp edges meet rough edges etc
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buck, eddie & the great comet of 2024
(buddie) (1.1k words) for and inspired by @moonlightperseus who said, and i quote, "do you think he would break down crying in bucks arms out in the middle of nowhere under the stars". yes. yes i do.
Thereâs something to be said for wallowing, Eddie thinks. Itâs hard to make any new mistakes, for one, and itâs far less labor-intensive than any of the alternatives. So yeah, maybe heâs wallowing a little bit, but itâs not like he needs to be saved from himself.
He says as much to Buck, who immediately rolls his eyes.
âIâm not saving you, Iâm kidnapping you,â he says.
âMaybe I donât want to be kidnapped,â Eddie replies. He settles further into the couch to make his point.
Buck frowns. âI donât think the kidnap-ee really gets a say in it,â he says. âAnyway, youâre not going to make me go alone, are you?â
 âTo what?â Eddie asks. âYou havenât even told me where weâre going.â
 Buckâs eyes light up like heâs won something. Eddie replays the last few seconds of conversation in his head and groans.
âCome on, do you trust me?â He asks, and itâs not even really a question. Or, if it is, Buck knows the answer just as well as he does.
âFine,â Eddie sighs. âIâm picking the music, though.â
Buck grins. âDeal.â
Just to fuck with him, Eddie starts their drive with the most depressing song in his library.
Buck snorts as soon as he recognizes it. âA little on the nose, donât you think?â
âIâm being kidnapped,â Eddie says with a shrug. âI can be mopey.â
âYeah, but⊠Trading Yesterday mopey?â
His nose wrinkles and Eddie canât help but laugh. âOh yeah, Trading Yesterday, Amber Runâ sure you donât just want to leave me to my misery?â
âNah, I always want you around,â Buck says, a little too soft, a little too sincere to be anything but the truth.
Eddieâs breath catches in his chest. âOkay,â he says. He tries to ignore how raw it feels as it leaves his tongue.
âJust add some Death Cab for Cutie for me,â Buck teases.
Eddie huffs something close to a laugh and adds Transatlanticism to the queue.
By the time Buck turns onto Angel Crest Highway, Eddieâs given up on trying to work out where theyâre going.
âYou know, I thought you were joking about the kidnapping,â he says.
âOh no, I take my kidnapping very seriously,â Buck says, glancing over.
Eddie laughs, and then his stomach growls. âAny chance your plot includes snacks?â He asks.
The corner of Buckâs mouth quirks up. âWhat kind of kidnapper do you take me for?â
âThe kind thatâs trying to Stockholm Syndrome me, clearly,â Eddie drawls.
âIs it working?â Buck asks. His eyes are alight with mirth, and not for the first time Eddie finds himself a little distracted by them.
He hums an affirmative. âYouâve got me right where you want me.â
âAlright,â Buck says. âWeâre here.â
Here is, seemingly, a random scenic overlook. In the distance, the sun is slowly sinking below the horizon.
âAnd weâre⊠watching the sunset?â Eddie guesses.
âNope,â Buck says. He pauses and tilts his head to the side. âWell actually, yeah, I guess we are. But not just the sunset!â
âSoâŠâ Eddie prompts.
Buck rubs at the back of his head. âItâs, uhâ do you remember that comet I told you about a few months ago?â
âYeah,â Eddie says, and he does. Itâd been while they were on shift, a slow one if Eddie remembers correctly. Buck had excitedly shown him a NASA article and said that he was putting it in his calendar forâ
For Chris.
âOh,â Eddie breathes.
âIsâ is that okay?â Buck asks.
Eddie closes his eyes and tilts his head back. âYeah,â he says, a little rough. âI just wishâŠâ
âMe too.â
A familiar wave of guilt crashes through Eddieâs chest. Itâs just one more thing on a long list of things Chris is missing out on because of him.
âIâm still glad weâre here,â Buck says, taking Eddieâs wrist in his hand.
Eddie feels a little nauseous when he realizes he is too.
Buck packed them an entire dinner to eat while they wait for the comet to become visible on the horizon. If Chris was here, Buck probably wouldâve brought a few camp chairs for them to use, but as it is they sit on the floor of the Jeepâs cargo space, legs dangling past the rear bumper. Itâs a little chilly in the mountains; Eddie appreciates the long line of warmth that is Buckâs body pressed against his, shoulder to knee.
In hushed tones, Buck tells Eddie everything he knows about Tsuchinshan-ATLAS, which is, apparently, the cometâs name. He describes its origin in the Oort Cloud, and how it survived a seemingly deadly trip around the sun.
âIt wonât be back for another eight hundred centuries,â Buck says breathlessly.
Eddie loves him like this. He loves the curiosity that emanates from him in waves, and the way he seems to have absorbed every little fun fact heâs ever read. He loves the way Buck glows when he shares his knowledge with anyone lucky enough to be in his orbit. He lovesâ
He loves Buck.
And thatâsâ
Itâsâ
Oh.
Of course he does.
The comet makes its appearance forty-five minutes after the last rays of the sun dissipate into inky blue.
âThere,â Buck says, pulling Eddie toward the guardrail and pointing at a tiny streak of light in the sky.
All at once, Eddie is desperately sad. Heâs here and Buckâs here but Chris isnât, and itâs not supposed to be like that. Itâs supposed to be the three of them together. Itâs supposed to be Buck and Chris bouncing fun facts off each other, and Eddie watching fondly as the two people he loves most in this world revel in the joy of sharing a new experience. Itâs supposed to be their family, their whole family.
Buck turns to him, like heâs somehow sensed the sudden shift in Eddieâs mood. He offers him a small, sad smile.
âI, uh, I reminded Chris about the comet this morning,â he says quietly.
Eddie takes a shaky breath.
âHe should be seeing it too, right about now,â Buck continues. âI know itâs not⊠butâbut weâre looking at the same sky.â
An overwhelming mix of sadness-gratitude-guilt-joy-sorrow-love hits Eddie square in the chest. âYouâŠâ he whispers.
Buck bites his lip. âI just⊠I thought youâd want to know,â he says.
Out of nowhere, a sob bursts from Eddieâs chest. In an instant, Buckâs arms are around him.
âIâm sorry,â he says. âIâm sorry I canât fix it.â
Eddie tucks his face into Buckâs neck, and for the first time since the night Christopher left, he lets himself cry.
Buck holds him until the comet is far beyond the horizon.
#911#buddie#buddiefic#911fic#buddie fic#911 fic#i hope you like it abby <3#fic#abbie writes#and once again i find myself posting at the worst possible time of day lmao
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Lonely request!! Bachelorette instagram posts that make Harry not only miss his bestie turned fiancĂ© but also kinda concerned because what exactly are they doing in Miami đâ€ïž
Hiiii babes!!! So I combined both of these into a little something and I hope you enjoy it! đ
Find all things Lonely hereâš
CW: Mentions of drinking
Tag List: @blckburd @fangirl509east @ell0ra-br3kk3r @youngpastafanmug @mattieshattuck1
A/N: Harry misses you and if heâs being honest heâs just curious what all youâve gotten up to while in Miami, enjoy some fluff and if you squint youâll see some jealous Harryâš
Harry lets out a sigh as he runs his free hand thatâs not holding his phone through his hair, a small smile creeps its way onto his face as a photo of you quickly flashes across his screen in a pair of heart shaped bedazzled sunglasses that say âbride to beâ on them as you lay out next to a pool. Itâs only been two days since you left for your Miami bachelorette trip with Niall and the rest of the bridesmaids and heâs been glued to his phone checking instagram what feels like every five minutes to see what youâre doing, like right now heâs on Niallâs instagram story and can see youâre having a themed lunch of some sort while yesterday all you really did according to your social media was have a pool day and went to a nice little dinner. Niall made it quite clear to Harry that while you were off in Miami his communication with you was to be limited, itâs your bachelorette trip and to quote your bestfriend you âdonât need your future husband up your ass the whole timeâ so Harry is trying his hardest not bother you and heâs done well so far but itâs only day two and heâll be honest, he already misses you terribly.
Normally Harry has things like studio time or if heâs lucky a tour to prep for to help distract him in situations like this, but heâs not currently working on anything at the moment so he has nothing but time to sit on the couch and scroll through everyoneâs Instagram for even the smallest little crumb of a detail of what youâre up to. He doesnât expect you to be doing anything too scandalous because thatâs just not who you are, but still itâs your bachelorette trip and Harryâs been privy to a few of those types of parties so he knows how wild those can be. But really Harry simply wants to know what that Irishman planned for you because he kept most of it to himself not even telling you the majority of the plans besides what you needed to know in order to know what to pack. And Harry knows if thereâs one thing Niall can do, itâs plan one hell of a party so to turn it into a full blown trip only makes him even more curious what he has up his sleeve for you. So when Harry is scrolling on your page and sees youâve posted a few new photos he feels his eyes go a bit wide before he runs a hand over his face and lets out a laugh as he shakes his head.
He likes both photos and starts to scroll but before he gets far he feels his phone begin to vibrate and soon your name and photo is filling up his screen making a grin take over his face. Harry quickly hits answer and brings the phone up to his ear and is met with the sound of laughter making him wonder if you didnât mean to call him.
âHarry?â You mumble as Harry hears what sounds like a door closing making the loud laughter turn into a muffled sound in the background. âSâthat better? I canât hear you.â Harry chuckles as he begins to realize what kind of call this is.
âHi my love.â He can practically hear you smile into the phone as you let out a long dramatic sigh as he hears a ruffling sound making him think you probably just plopped down onto a bed.
âI can hear you now-oh did you know mâgon a be a wife? Like someoneâs actual wife.â Harry just grins as the slightly mumbled words fall from your lips and he wishes he was there because heâs always loved being around you when you were a little drunk, you always tended to be more cuddly.
âYeah? You getting married baby?â He asks sweetly as he gets comfortable on the couch, you let out a giggle that makes his heart feel like itâs going to actually melt due to how adorable you sound.
âYes.â You answer with a smile on your face as you roll over into your back. âTâyou silly.â Harry lets out a scoff as he playfully rolls his eyes as if you could see him making you laugh. âDid you forget about me? Iâve only been gone two days.â You ask with a huff and Harry knows thereâs a good possibility youâre pouting and he canât help but want to laugh because if you only knew how heâs been essentially cyberstalking you since the moment you left the house two days ago, you wouldnât feel the need to ask him this question.
âYou still want to marry me then?â He hears you let out a groan and he smiles to himself because he knows youâre rolling your eyes at him. You always act so annoyed when he asks you this question but he knows you kinda love to hear him need the reassurance that you still want to be his wife in a few months.
âYes and I even-oh my god I forgot to tell you!â You sit up and Harry hears what he knows is the sound of your slippers padding across the floor as you walk towards the bathroom thatâs attached to your bedroom. âWe had a brunch thingy and guess what was on the napkins next to the cheese and crackers.â You reach over and grab your drink off the vanity just as Harry is about to answer. âDicks. Like little tiny cute-â
âTiny and cute? These are words you use to describe dicks often or just the ones on napkins?â The grin that takes over Harryâs face makes his cheeks hurt as your laugh comes through the phone and he knows itâs the kinda laugh thatâs going to leave you with pink cheeks and watery eyes.
âDonât worry I donât use those words to describe yours I use-â
âWho the bloody fuck are you talking to?â Harry rolls his eyes at Niallâs loud voice in the background and he knows he only has a few minutes left on the phone with you.
âUh my lawyer?â Harry bites back a laugh at your sad attempt of a cover up. âHe uhm needed my signature on a-a uh prenup thing-thingy.â If Harry was there heâd have the hardest time taking what you just said seriously because your words are slightly slurred and your tone makes it seem like you just asked a question instead of explaining yourself, so he knows Niall is more than likely staring at you with a raised brow and a glare.
âHe called you did he?â Niall asks and Harry knows right then that youâre done for. âBabe your lawyer is a woman named Janet.â
âOh fuck Harry he caught me.â Harry laughs and can only shake his head at your admission, he hears Niall let out a laugh and then hears him tell you something along the lines of hurry up. âI gotta go back to my party.â
âYou called me in the middle of your party?â
âI did. I miss you.â
âI miss you too baby. I love you.â
âI love you too but I have to go now before Niall comes back and steals my phone.â Harry knows youâre not kidding, Niall would very much enjoy barging into your room and taking your phone for the remainder of the trip so he just lets out a soft sigh and clears his throat before telling you goodbye and that he loves you one more time before the two of you hang up.
The next two days seem to drag on as Harry does as much as he can to busy himself as an attempt to give himself a break from checking on you via social media every few minutes. Even going as far as inviting Mitch over for an impromptu writing session that lasted a few hours, and while it helped for a bit but as soon as he was waving bye to his friend as he backed out of the driveway Harry couldnât help but slide his phone out of his back pocket as soon as he was back inside the house. He lets out a sigh as he paces the length of the couch in the living room, chewing on his bottom lip as his thumb hovers over the icon of the app heâs become very familiar with the past several days. Giving into his desires Harry lets his thumb hit the app bringing him to his home page of his Instagram, he pauses his pacing as he places a hand on his hip and looks off towards the kitchen with a raised brow.
âHave I always been clingy like this?â He mumbles to himself as he contemplates going straight to your profile or looking through one of your friendâs first. âNo certainly not? Itâs because sheâs my fiancĂ© now right?â Normally Harry would feel a bit odd talking to himself but at the moment he canât be bothered because he needs to have some sort of dialogue going in order to help him not feel as clingy and obsessed with you as he begins tapping his way through Emily, one of your bridesmaids instagram story.
âItâs normal to want to see what your fiancĂ© is doing while away and-what was that?â Harry is caught off guard by what he sees on his screen and itâs gone much too quickly for his liking so he simply taps a few times and brings his phone up closer to his face so he can get a better look at the slightly blurry boomerang on Emilyâs story.
Now Harry knew that one of the major things planned for this trip was a boat day, it was the main detail that Niall actually let you help him plan because he didnât want to pick something to do that youâd be miserable with and honestly who doesnât enjoy a day relaxing in the sun on a giant boat with a few friends? But what Harry didnât put together in his mind was that with a boat day comes boat attire, which means he wasnât at all prepared to see a blurry boomerang of you in what appears to be a white and silver bikini with the word âbrideâ printed in black on the bottoms in a pretty cursive font while you dance around with a drink in your hand and a bedazzled headband that has a mini veil attached to it. He has no shame in admitting he watches the blurry boomerang about ten times before he finally moves on through the rest of Emilyâs story, hoping to see more of your outfit but heâs disappointed when he reaches the end and the only other photo he sees of you is just of your hand holding a drink that showcases your engagement ring with the words âblinded by the blingâ and while it makes Harry chuckle itâs not exactly what heâs wanting to see, but thatâs when he notices someone familiar in the background and instantly goes to her profile.
âDonât let me down Gem.â He whispers to himself as he goes to his sisterâs Instagram and he smiles when he sees she has quite the long story and most of it is for her close friends meaning itâs probably of the trip sheâs currently on with you.
His sister being invited to your bachelorette trip wasnât shocking, the two of you get along great and sheâs in the wedding but Harry wonât lie and say heâs not a little jealous that she gets to be around you right now while heâs stuck at home, hell even his mom is going to be there on the last two days so she can celebrate you agreeing to spend forever with her son. So the least Gemma could do in Harryâs opinion is post some shots of you enjoying your boat day in your lovely little bridal bikini.
âHoly shit.â He reaches down and grabs the back of the couch for support as he finally gets exactly what heâs been looking and hoping for. Itâs a photo of you laying out on a lounge chair with a grin on your face and the same heart shaped sunglasses on that he saw you wearing a few days ago and the sun is hitting your swimsuit just right causing the silver bits to shine and you have a slice of watermelon in your hand that isnât holding a drink and Gem has written âThe Watermelon Sugar Brideâ and included the song in the background of the story as well. Harry taps through his sisterâs story and smiles when he gets to a video of the two of you singing along to one of his songs until you spot Niall and Tammy in the background making funny faces making you tell them to fuck off resulting in Gem saying âexcuse me! This is a family show.â And without missing a beat you turn to face her camera and wiggle your eyebrows as you go âor is it?â
âThatâs my future wife right there.â Is all Harry says with a grin as he goes through the rest of Gemâs story laughing at the random photos of Niall who constantly looks a little worried as heâs looking at you or one of the girls. He decides to go to Niallâs profile to see what heâs posted recently and he laughs at the captions before liking them.
It feels as if youâve been gone for months when really youâve been gone for five days but Harry canât hardly contain the excitement he feels knowing youâll be home tomorrow. He knows youâve had a great time and really enjoyed yourself, his mom FaceTimed him last night while at dinner so he could see everyone and you looked almost like you were glowing with how adored Harry knew you felt in that moment. You had a smile on your face and a certain sparkle in your eyes that made Harryâs heart swell because you just looked so happy, and since you were coming home tomorrow Niall wasnât as strict with his rules on communication so it didnât shock Harry at all when he saw your name flash across his phone screen while he was making coffee.
âGood morning sweetheart.â He says with a smile as he reaches for the sugar next to the coffee maker. He hears you let out a little yawn letting him know youâre probably still tucked in bed, he puts you on speaker so he can spoon some sugar into his mug and stir it in without having to mess with holding the phone up to his ear.
âI can practically smell the coffee through the phone and itâs rude.â You whine making Harry chuckle as he brings the mug up to his lips to take a sip to see if it needs anything else.
âWhereâs that bestie of yours hmm? Isnât he on coffee duty while Iâm not around?â He asks after taking another sip and he hears you let out a groan as you roll over to your back.
âHeâs so bad at making coffee.â
âI beg your pardon? I make it how a normal human is sâposed to drink it you caffeine goblin.â
âNo you make it all watered down and-â
âWatered down? I add two scoops for every four cups of water thatâs the proper way to make it.â Harry just goes about his business and pops a bagel into the toaster as you and Niall argue over the right way to make coffee, it doesnât shock Harry that Niall is with you in bed at such an hour because heâs always been an early riser so of course heâs going to go to your room for some morning cuddles before everyone else wakes up especially since Amelia sadly wasnât able to stay the whole trip and had to leave a few days early he doesnât like having an empty bed.
âIâm the bride Niall youâre supposed to just make it how I like it.â Harry raises a brow at your statement and not even a second passes before youâre in a fit of laughter and he canât help but just shake his head because he knew you werenât being serious.
âHarry you ready to have her back mate?â Niall asks as he takes the phone from you and Harry just smiles to himself as he takes the bagel from the toaster and puts it on his plate. âBecause Iâm ready to be rid of her.â
âOh please youâre going to miss me the moment you drop me off at home and you know it.â Harry laughs at your accusation because if Niall is anything like him then itâs true, heâs going to miss you the moment youâre away from him especially after spending so much time with you on this trip.
âIâm very ready to have her back yes.â Harry answers as he picks up the phone after taking it off speaker. âIâm never letting her go on a trip without me again.â He teases making Niall laugh while he hears you mumble something about him being clingy.
âWell I gotta go make some shit coffee so hereâs your missus but make it snappy yeah? We have plans for today.â With that Niall gives you back your phone and Harry hears the sound of a door open and close letting him know youâre alone in your room now.
âI get to see your face tomorrow and I think I might cry because I really have missed you so much and I donât know why but this trip just-it just made it all feel so real? We get married in just a few months as in youâre going to be my husband and Iâm going to really be your wife.â Harry does his best to hold back his emotions as your words hit him, he had a feeling that this trip was going to be a big deal for you because just a few weeks prior you had found your dress and had your first bridal moment so being surrounded by your friends and loved ones all celebrating the fact youâre a bride to be he knew was just going to be a lot. âYou really love me enough to want to be with me forever.â He clears his throat and blinks a few times to help get himself in order before he can respond.
âI love you so much that I donât think forever is actually long enough but itâs a start.â He knows you just rolled your eyes at how corny he sounds but he also knows your cheeks are pink and you have a smile on your face because you love it when he says things like that to you. âI canât wait to be able to call you my wife. And honestly baby Iâve missed you so much Iâve been stalking you on Instagram all week and Iâm probably going to cry the moment I see you get out of Niallâs car because I canât help it.â He admits with a sigh as he runs a hand through his hair and he smiles when he hears you let out a small chuckle.
âYouâre like obsessed with me arenât you?â You ask with a slight tease to your voice but Harry just shrugs as he grabs his coffee mug and brings it up to his lips.
âJust a little bit.â He answers without hesitation making you smile because even though you donât say it, both of you know youâre just as obsessed with him.
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furever with kaji!
âËâč featuring: kaji ren x gn! reader
âËâč summary: when you bring a cat to kajiâs apartment and ask his help in making a decent home for the feline, every request must come with an equivalent reward. for kaji, he thinks kisses are sufficient compensations to your requisition.
âËâč word count: 1.5k
âËâč warnings: tooth-rotting cringe fluff, grammar errors!
âËâč authorâs note: binged frieren yesterday, and himmel and frieren occupied my mind, lived on it, rent free 24/7 for the past days! iâm also rewatching 86, bc shinlena are my ogs! anw, enjoy this kaji fic w cats bc i love cats (this is a shameless self-insert fic, if i think abt it) ;)))
kaji ren finds cats tolerable. well, actually, he considers them insignificant to his daily life, so he does not particularly hate them. the only moments where he would come into interaction with those little felines are when the townspeople would either ask him a favor, such as by catching them or feeding them, or when those cats would rub themselves on his feet and legs.
he doesnât find them annoying though; he actually consider cats something that helps him calm down, shifting his attention to the little furry animals begging for rubs and pats, rather than the rowdy environment that encircled him. but, there were also times when the cats bite him out of affection, and kaji, knowing the person that he is, screams at the animal. afterwards, kaji would flinch as he watches the cat run away from him, feeling guilty as he looks down at the small strands of fur left on his pants.
after a couple of cat interactions, it would take probably another month or two when he would interact or touch a cat properly. all of these cat memories of kaji were brought up by the current situation between the two of you.
the second you knock on his apartmentâs wood door, kaji unlocks it, knowing that you would be visiting him. he missed you, even though you do see each other after classes and during weekends. kaji has gotten clingy with you â the type of clingy that continues to seek the presence of the other, the type that opt to hear your voice rather than casual texts on the flat surface of his phone. but now, he kinda regrets opening the door for you. his gaze travels all around your figure, until it stops at a pint-sized, black and white animal that you hug near your chest.
he looks directly at your eyes, âwhy the hell is that in your arms?â
the both of you stand motionless, as no one dared to break eye contact. you wear a dumb smile on your lips as you giggle at your boyfriendâs statement. you lightly pet the small animal that leans into your touch. âitâs a kitten!â
âi know itâs a damned cat, but why the hell are you here, bringing a kitten in my apartment?!â kaji could not control the volume of his voice properly, causing him to step back as he realizes what he had done to you. you see the guilt in his eyes spreading, as if afraid of the possibility that he might have hurt you from his words. you quickly give a light smile to reassure him, letting him know itâs alright and he didnât hurt you in any way with his words.
âwell, i didnât know where to bring it! the landlady at my place doesnât like pets, so here i am!â you continue giving him that beaming grin of yours. kaji finds you insufferable â the way these walls he had built since he was a child quickly dwindle into nothingness when you forced yourself into his life, with that stupid, witless, yet stunningly delicate smile.
kaji notices how your face contorts to ever single emotion possible â from how your eyebrows furrow in seriousness to annoyance whenever you do your assignments , and how they quickly crumple to relief whenever he says the simplest of motivational quotes that he most probably looked up online since he was new to interacting like this.
in months of dating you, he wanted to know everything about you albeit being impossible â but, he was the type to make any possibility a reality. months into your relationship, he has put into immense effort into knowing you, and you reciprocated such actions from your boyfriend. and, itâs safe to say that both of you are still staying strong after almost a year of being with him.
you welcome yourself into his room, which kaji did not mind since he will always think that whatever that is his is also yours. you settle the cat on his chair, much to his dismay though. âhey! itâll leave random fur!â
you pout at him, âi just need a box and some discarded fabric to make him a home for the meantime. you have some?â kaji knows how much you love cats, which is why he completely abides by your requests. but, of course, every request comes with a equal reward.
âi have some boxes and i plan to throw away some of my clothesâŠâ he mumbles. you extend your hands at him, like a child asking for candy. kaji smirks.
he walks towards your direction, closing the distance as he draws his face near yours. you flinch at his actions due to how sudden and unpredictable kaji has become. you place your hands on his chest involuntarily, as your eyes lock on his pair of gray eyes as well. âw-what is itâŠ?â
kaji doesnât crack a smile, but instead, pouts. his index finger points towards the skin of his right cheek. you watch him tilt his head, as if showing the skin to you, and the words he uttered were something you had not even expect to hear in a thousand years. âk-kiss.â
you blink at him, as you could see the tips of his ears reddening from what he asked. he just asked⊠for a kiss? kaji ren? the boy who had always told you that you were insufferable was asking for a kiss?
âw-what?â
kajiâs face fumes into a shade of red, ân-nothing! never mind what i said, câmere! as f-far as i remember, some of the b-boxes were underneath my bed! iâll search forââ kaji blabbers and stammers all over his words. am i going crazy? he, himself, could not believe he had just asked that from you.
kaji gasps when you clasp his entire face with your hands and peck the location of his cheeks that he was pointing earlier. he grabs your wrists as you continue littering his face with soft kisses. kaji feels like his world is spinning, his mind cloudy, his heart thumping so fast and his face burning red already.
you give him a final peck on his lips and smirk, âawww⊠are you perhaps kiss-deprived, ren? but donât worry, iâll kiss you anytime you want!â you beam at him, after seeing his flushed face. kaji doesnât respond, which makes you somewhat worried.
âren?â
his eyes stare at his roomâs wooden floor, shoulders moving up and down. his bangs cover his eyes, leading you to simply call out his name multiple times until he slowly brings his gaze upwards to yours. you nervously chuckle at him, trying to break the silence between you both as he bores his eyes into you. ârenâŠ?â you smile cautiously.
âyouâre insufferable.â and, he closes the distance between your faces, kissing you harshly. itâs certainly not comparable to this kisses youâve given him earlier, soft and teasing â his kiss is hungry, as if heâs deprived of water and your mouth is the sole salvation. itâs filthy and rough, but you fondle his lips with equal greediness.
you place your hands on both of his shoulders, balancing yourself at the height of the moment between you and kaji. you feel his tongue grazing your lips. he wraps his arms around your waist, one hand casually roaming your body until his fingers tangle with your hair and push you closer to him. it feels like forever â kissing him in a room that just encapsulates who he is: his scent, his mark, his hands that hold you tightly but not too tight, his eyes that only look at you. the entirety of kaji ren being yours and you being his feels like forever to you.
âmeow!â
the both of you stop, heads snapping at the cat already purring at your entangled limbs. itâs almost involuntary how both you and kaji stare at each other and laugh as you wrap your arms around his neck. you feel his forehead press against yours as he whispers, ââm sorry.â
âfor what?â you lean your forehead against his. ânothing, just felt like it. since, you know, accidentally raised my voice on you earlier.â kaji smiles as his head finally drops to the intersection of your neck and shoulders, planting soft kisses on the bare skin.
you ruffle his head, ââs fine. i know you didnât mean it.â he hums in response to you.
âbut for now, you have to help me make this catâs home! iâve given you lotsa kisses earlier, so i expect more help from you!â you poke his cheek, trying to force him to look at you. you wriggle away from his embrace, and kaji finally whispers in response to your statement.
ââm willing to do anything for your kisses. iâm glad to do more even.â kaji smirks at you, causing you to smack his shoulder and ultimately breaking the hug. youâre glad that heâs finally trying to open up more, to talk more. you watch as he kneel towards the cat and let the cat sniff his fingers â a small introduction between kaji and the cat.
you want to savor the moment, and sure you do, because being with kaji ren feels like forever.
#wind breaker#wind breaker (satoru nii)#wind breaker x reader#kaji ren#ren kaji#ren kaji x you#ren kaji x reader#kaji ren x reader#kaji x reader#windbreaker#windbreaker x reader
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sand || matt sturniolo
matt x fem!reader
summary: matt surprised you with your dream date because he saw some tiktoks you reposted about it
warnings: pure fluff
word count: 1,3k
a/n: I saw this on TikTok and it was just so cute I had to write about it. Thank you guys for all the love under few last stories. I am really happy ily all! Remember English is not my first language so be patient with me! Now enjoy its so cheesy...
Matt told me this morning to get ready for a day because he is taking me out off town for a day. I was exited because the weather was beautiful today and it was so sunny and warm. May grey was making me wanna scream because it was so literally grey and foggy all the time so I was happy that sun was out (and if I'm lucky someones son is going to be inside me đ my fav joke to annoy matt). I wore a nice sundress and curled my hair. I did light makeup and I was waiting for Matt to pick me up. When he texted me that he was here I took my purse and sunglasses and went out. I locked my apartment and walked to the elevator that took me to the garage. I did not have a car so Matt always parked on my parking spot which came with my apartment. I smiled when I saw him leaning on his car.
"Hi..."I smiled at him and waved walking in his direction.
"Hi... you look beautiful baby" He pushed himself up and opened arms for me.
"So do you..." I smiled and threw my arms around his neck and kissed him lightly.
He was wearing denim shorts, white nikes and sleeveless black tee. His tattoos were showing. I loved them so much. His hair was fluffy and he had sunglasses on them taking some of his hair back. He looked so good.
"Get in loser were going to the beach" He said again after I moved away and patted my bum.
"Aw great I am so happy... the weather is so beautiful today and did you just quote mean girls? Who are you?" I said and got into the car after he opened the door for me. We were standing on the passenger side anyways.
"I know how you love the beach in spring time so I decided we could have some time on a nice beach...Malibu? And thats your fault you watch it all the time"He smiled.
I loved going up to Malibu. And yes I did love mean girls.
"I love you Matthew" I said happily and he laughed and closed my doors and went to his side. I loved him the most tho.
While we were driving I connected my phone to the aux and put some music on from our shared playlist so I did not have to listen to Matt's whine about my songs.
"So I am thinking brunch, ice cream and then beach or do you wanna take food to the beach? I have some snacks and drinks for us too" He said.
"We can take food to the beach" I said and he nodded agreeing with me.
"Cos he was sunshine I was midnigh...."I looked at Matt so he could finish singing.
"Rain...."He sang and I smiled.
"Oh how world would love you for singing Taylor" I laughed.
"It is you special only, I am not singing to anyone else" He said.
"You're in a good mood today.... Chris and Nick didn't have a chance to piss you off today?" I put my hand on his knee and stroked it gently.
"They were still sleeping when I left but I told them yesterday that were going away for a day and yes I am in a good mood because I missed you and you are so cute in your dress and I am exited about our date" He said and also put his hand on my thigh and left it there.
"Aww do its a date?" I smiled.
"Yes, it's a date...." He smiled as well.
Whole drive we were talking and singing and talking shit about other drivers and people because thats us.
When we finally arrived at Malibu we stopped to get some food and then we drove to the beach.
"What's that?" I asked when Matt took a bag from the trunk after he handed me food and drinks along with a blanket.
"You will see" He said.
"Okay..."I said looking at him suspiciously.
We settled down far from other people so we could have some privacy just in case someone would recognized Matt.
"So... I bought this" He took out glue and canvas from the bag.
"Oh my god....Matt how did you know I wanted to do this?" I gasped happily knowing already what is it all for.
"I follow you on TikTok you know" He laughed what made my laughed as well. I forgot I must have reposted some TikTok about this.
"Can I make a TikTok from this?" I asked him.
"Of course you can but let's eat first because knowing us we will get glue everywhere" He smiled.
"Probably.... Matt thats so cute I can't believe... you're the best boyfriend ever and like I never had to beg you for a good date.... you always just do this out of nowhere and it's been almost two years" I said.
Time with Matt was my favorite time of my life. He was my everything and I don't even remember who I was before I met him.
"Well.. I am trying out here, so are you, you're the best" He put some of my hair behind my ear.
I got up on my knees and kissed him. I loved him so much and it was all so cute that I couldn't resist.
"Our food will be cold" He laughed in my lips and I peck his lips one more time and moved to sit down on my spot.
We ate and opened some drinks. Then Matt went to throw away empty food containers while I prepared the canvas and glue.
"Ready?"I smiled and he gave me his hand.
I put some glue on in and distributed it all over his hand with my own.
Then we sticked our hands to the canvas.
"I hope it's going to work" I said while putting sand on one when he was putting sand on other.
Then we cleaned the access of the sand and only our sandy hand prints were left on the white canvas.
"Oh it's so cute Matt! It worked" I said.
"It did... here, you write our initials on mine and I will on yours" He handed me pastel pink marker. Pastel pink was my favorite color.
I did what he said and on the back I left a little note and the date.
"Let's go cleaned our hands?" He asked and I nodded.
We went to clean our hands in the ocean and came back. After we packed everything we took a walk by the shore and came back to the car.
"Would you like to stay at my place tonight?" He asked while we were driving.
"Yes... you have to show me how much you missed me" I winked at him and he laughed.
"You're impossible" He shook his head.
I edited the TikTok and posted it. It was very cute and I sent a picture to the group chat we had with his brothers.
"Your brother just called you a lover boy" I said and laughed.
"He can fuck himself" He rolled his eyes.
"Oh Matty but you are my loverboy...."I looked at him with a big smile.
"I will drop you off in your apartment actually" He said and it made me laugh even more.
"Okay okay I am done" I put my hands up in defense.
"Thought so..."He said and put his hand on my upper thigh under my dress. It made my body cover with goosebumps.
I smiled.
"Thank you for today... I loved every second of it" I told him.
"Don't thank me just yet...the night is still young sweetheart" He winked at me.
"Oh my god, he winked everybody" I said and put my hand on my lips acting surprised.
"Okay that's it, you're walking home, I am stopping right here" He laughed.
"You love me too much" I said.
" You right, I do..."He said back and took my hand to his lips and kissed it gently and then left both of our hands on his tight.
I was the luckiest girl in the whole world.
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completely serious
jamie drysdale x fem!hughes!reader
ik the third pic is him wearing a ducks jersey but thereâs nothing really of him in flyers gear that fit what i was looking for, so letâs just pretend <3
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y/n.hughes: to a new era baby! hope philly treats you well đ§Ąđ§Ą (please take care of him flyers or i will violently cry)
tagged: jamie.drysdale, philadelphiaflyers
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trevorzegras: i too will violently cry
lhughes_06: so this is where you took your impromptu trip to
y/n.hughes: & what about it
userone: still canât believe it tbh đ
yourbestie: she very much will! philadelphiaflyers
yourroommate: she cried upon hearing the news
philadelphiaflyers: we will take great care of jamie! do not worry đ§Ą
philadelphiaflyers: we will make sure to water him daily & make sure he gets enough sunlight đ«Ą
usertwo: stopp!! the way they are describing him as a house plant đ i cant
mfrost16: weâll take him out on walks too!
userthree: now heâs a dog đđ
userfour: i mean he did bark his first game with the flyers userthree
jackhughes: i will not be picking up the pieces if she starts to violently sob
lhughes_06: you never do
_quinnhughes: i do that
_quinnhughes: when have you ever done that bro
jackhughes: i feel attacked rn
userfive: the way the flyers flew BOTH y/n & jamieâs parents out for his first game đđ warms my heart
usersix: they did?
userfive: yep! during his post game interview, someone asked if the flyers flew anyone else out for jamie & he said that he wouldnât play if they didnât fly y/n out as well! (jokingly of course)
usersix: thatâs so freaking cute đ
jamie.drysdale: i was completely serious userfive
philadelphiaflyers: he, in fact, was completely serious userfive
userseven: UGH GOALS đđ
usereight: theyâll treat him well y/n!
jamie.drysdale: iâll miss you so much love đ€ iâll have the flyers fly you out whenever (& if not, then i will)
y/n.hughes: iâll miss you more!! im so so proud of you & canât wait to see the amazing things youâll accomplish in philly â€ïžâ€ïž
philadelphiaflyers: y/nâs apart of the team already! weâll fly her out whenever you want jim! just say the word âïžâïž
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y/n.hughes: jamie photo dump during these trying & sad times
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trevorzegras: the fifth picture is evil y/n. why you got to do my boy like that? (please send it to me asap)
y/n.hughes: check your messages babes đ
trevorzegras: bless girl hughes đđ
userone: another shoe tying pic!!!
lhughes_06: uhhh, why am i not tagged in the sixth pic?? i so graciously taught your bf how to wake board & this is the thanks i get??
y/n.hughes: thank you so much luke for teaching my boyfriend how to wake board & almost kill him in the process đ
lhughes_06: i am an amazing teacher! he did not almost die
jackhughes: dude, you almost broke his nose when you both went down after YOU jumped on him
lhughes_06: i do not recall such a thing
jamie.drysdale: i will let the fifth picture slide just this once bc i miss & love you so much đ„° (also, almost died in the last pic đ)
jackhughes: SEE!! lhughes_06
lhughes_06: đ¶ i cant see iâm blinnnddddđ¶đšâđŠŻ
y/n.hughes: love & miss you more đ€đ«¶đŒ
_quinnhughes: the lake house that summer will forever be burned into my brain
usertwo: in a good way? đ
userthree: THE FUCKING âI â€ïž MY GIRLFRIENDâ TSHIRT đ«đ«đ«đ«đ«
yourroommate: i specifically remember the first pic like it was yesterday
userfour: babes spill! what happened!!
yourroommate: y/n was not having a good week so jamie flew out for the weekend & showed up with flowers & wearing that exact shirt userfour
yourbestie: he said, and i quote, âi saw this shirt on tiktok & though youâd like itâ & y/n proceeded to cry :) userfour yourroommate
y/n.hughes: why am i and my bf being exposed in this comment thread?? đ
userfive: WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE GOLF PIC đ«đ«
y/n.hughes just posted to their story!
caption: from #6 to #9, hereâs to new beginnings! jamie.drysdale
#drysdalesworld works!#drysdalesworld#hockey#hockey x reader#nhl x reader#jamie drysdale#jamie drysdale x hughes!reader#jamie drysdale x reader#social media au#smau#hughes!sister#hughes!reader
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Sebek: Why didnât you show up yesterday? The mere thought of our first date being ruined hurts my heartÂ
Yuu: Do you know what hurts even more?
Sebek: What?
Yuu, suppressing a laugh while slightly tearing up: My back, Sebek. My back hurts
*Later that day* Malleus: Youâre one amusing person, child of man
Yuu: Why do you say so?
Malleus: I heard from Lilia that you accidentally tripped down the stairs because you were too excited for your first date
Yuu, sighing: Geez Sebek, I canât believe you told Lilia about this Sebek, chuckling: Iâm glad your back is feeling better now though. So if youâre free later, Iâm thinking of making it up to you Yuu: Sure, and pick me up at my dorm in case I miss our date again
#twst#twisted wonderland#incorrect twst#incorrect twisted wonderland#twst incorrect quotes#twisted wonderland incorrect quotes#twst imagines#sebek zigvolt#sebek x yuu#sebek x reader#sebek zigvolt x reader#twst sebek#malleus draconia#malleus x yuu#malleus draconia x reader#twst yuu#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader
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Hello how are you?
I'm not sure if I've already sent this to you so... If your requests are open I want to request a fic with yoongi (or a member that suits you better) where they are in a relationship and the reader feels neglected, yoongi is too involved with the next album to give us attention so the reader tries to break up but how are we talking from a Yandere... I think you know where I'm going lol
Sorry if it's too confusing, I really like your writing so I wanted to read this from your perspective (with a lot of angst plsđ
Youâre not leaving me
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
Summary: You were done waiting for him, done being alone in this relationship. But it turns out Min Yoongi is someone who wonât let go. Idol!AU
Warnings: Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Dubcon, Sexual themes, If youâre not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N: Here you go because you asked so nicely đ3,333 words!
âHeâs not coming, is he?â
You flinched from your friendâs sharp words. You turned around to meet her eyes, having to step out of your own party to ask where your boyfriend was, where Min Yoongi was.
âSomething came up,â you replied, your voice small as you forced yourself to smile at her reassuringly. She eyed your phone, shaking her head as she lamented how this wasnât even the first time your so-called boyfriend bailed out on you. She said and you quoted, âWhatâs the use of having a boyfriend when he canât even make an effort to show up?â
You hated to agree, but for the life of you you could no longer defend him.
The truth was, he couldnât even be bothered to pick up his phone tonight.
The truth was, this wasnât the first time he did this to you.
The truth was, every time he told you he was sorry, you believed him a little less.
âYou deserve so much better, Y/N,â your friend said as she wrapped her arms around you. For fuckâs sake, it was his and your anniversary. And the person you wanted to show up couldnât even be bothered to show up, she thought.
That night, you didnât go back to his home. You decided to instead go to your own apartment, the one you didnât let go of once he asked you to move in. It turned out it was the smartest thing you had ever done. You woke up that morning with a single message.
âSorry I wasnât able to pick up the phone. Howâs my kitten?â
You scoffed, throwing your phone somewhere on your bed without replying. You had not gone home the whole night and yet, he didnât ask you where you were. You were almost certain that Yoongi himself didnât even come home last night. You didnât know what hurt more: the fact that he didnât know you didnât come home, or that he didnât even bother to tell you he wasnât coming home.
Or that he didnât even remember it was your anniversary yesterday.
You felt hot tears falling freely on your face with the realization that you and him were nearing the end of your relationship.
Was this even how relationship should be?
Were you just wasting time on something that you thought was more?
Did he really love you?
Did he still love you?
The door opened before you could even enter the code. His eyes went wide when he saw you, relief apparent in his face and the way his shoulders loosened. You hadnât even reacted yet when he pulled you inside his expensive apartment, his arms tight around you as he buried his face on your neck.
If he noticed that you didnât welcome his embrace, he didnât comment, too lost on his own misery when he found you gone.
âI thought something bad happened to you, kitten,â he began, his voice shaky. His embrace became even tighter and it started to hurt. But nothing could hurt more than your heart right now. âYou didnât answer my message. I was worried!â
He stepped back, finally noticing that you were still wearing your clothes yesterday.
âWhere did you stay, kitten?â He asked, his tone holding something unfamiliar, something dark. His large and veiny hand, the one that you always admired, tilted your chin up. His eyes were serious. Yoongi was always serious but you felt like this was different. âYou must have been too drunk to come back home, right, kitten? You should have called me. I would have picked you up, you know that,â his tone was sweet, yet his words felt like they were a warning, as if you displeased him.
âYou wonât make me worry again, right? You wonât disappear without a word again, right kitten?â
And only when you nodded did he let you go. He smiled so sweetly at you, before telling you what he planned for the two of you today.
See, everytime Yoongi messed up, he overcompensated. He became more romantic, bought you expensive things you didnât ask for, took you to places you had never been. He held onto you a little bit tighter. And that night, he touched you a little bit harder, thrusting just a little bit deeper into you as if he was claiming you.
Times like these were the reason why you thought he loved you. But then the vicious cycle continued. He would become busier, so immersed with his work that he forgot to love you. You were understanding, beyond understanding. But just because you understood didnât mean that it didnât hurt.
It did.
And you could no longer live like this.
You didnât know how to react when you saw on the internet that the group was seen at the airport today as they are bound to Japan- yet another thing he failed to mention to you. You were currently with your friend, hanging out after work when you saw the news. The look on your face must have been obvious that she snatched your phone away to read.
âYou know what you have to do, Y/N. He treats you like you donât even matter! How hard can messaging you be? Itâs like he just wants you around without putting in effort in your relationship. Leave him, girl!â
You couldnât even defend him because she was right.
The next night, he video called you. You must have been a masochist because you accepted.
âHi kitten! Jiminâs asking which kimono you want,â he said in his deep voice, the camera showing you Jimin as he held up two Kimonos with different colors. His smile was a welcome reprieved from your dreary days. âHi my favorite noona! Which do you want more?â
You couldnât help but chuckle at him calling you his favorite. âWhy are you buying me Kimono, Jiminnie?â
âItâs a bribe so you wonât ever leave my hyung here,â he joked, unknowingly hitting you where it hurt. He was laughing at Yoongi as he said it. âHe was more unbearable when he hadnât found you yet.â
You lost your smile for a moment before acting as though you were happy. But Yoongi saw you faltered for a second. He wasnât stupid. He wasnât unfeeling. He could sensed that something changed, and to be honest it terrified him.
It terrified him what he would do if he lost youâŠif you ever leave him.
Once you decided what color you wanted, Yoongi came back on the screen. His handsome face never managed to not make your heart skip a beat.
âHowâs my kitten? Did you have dinner already?â He asked in his sweet, deep voice.
âYouâre in Japan,â you stated the obvious, your voice toneless as you looked at his confused and apologetic expression.
âYesâŠIâm sorry I wasnât able to tell you beforehand. Scheduleâs a bit tight this week. I canât wait to come home to you though, my kitten. I miss you. I love you deeply.â
That night, you didnât say you loved him back.
You were done with the disrespect, with the disregard, with being an afterthought for him that you decided it would be best to leave while he was abroad. It would be easier for you to not have him around as you packed your things, as you packed the life you thought you would have with him.
With one sorrowful look at the bedroom you shared with him, you wheeled out your luggage out of the room only to found him sitting on the sofa quietly, swirling a glass of whiskey. The living room was dark, saved for the light provided by the lampshade, casting shadow on his face. He was staring at nothing, his form that of a statute from sitting so still. Slowly, so slowly he lifted his eyes to you.
âGoing somewhere, kitten?â He asked in his deep voice, his eyes shifting to your luggage before idly returning to you.
âY-Yoongi, why are you here?â You asked, your voice shaking with shocked and fright.
The side of his lips tilted up, his eyes observing your rigid form before sipping from his drink. He put it on the table with a thud, âI live here. So do you. So Iâll ask again. Where are you going?â
You were stunned by his replies. He shouldnât be here. This was supposed to be easy. What was he doing here?
âB-but youâre supposed to be in Japan.â
Yoongi stood up, casually walking to you like a hunter would. It would be fitting because you felt like you were a prey as you backed away from him. He smirked, keeping his eyes on you even when you put the kitchen counter in between the two of you.
âI returned because I missed you, honey. Arenât you happy Iâm here now?â The look on his face terrified you, the look on his eyes was dark as though he was both hurt and angered by something, as though he was barely hanging on a thread. âAhhh,â he pondered in realization. âYouâre not happy to see me because you were fucking leaving me.â
âY-Yoongi, youâre scaring me,â you all but whimpered as you backed away from him further when he came too close, his hand almost grabbing you. He tilted his head when you evaded his touch.
âWhy are you running away from me?â He mocked you as he watched you ran back to the living room, putting so much space between the two of you.
He hated it.
Yoongi looked down at the expanse of the floor between him and you with so much disdain, his long black hair covering his face.
âYoongi, letâs talk when youâre calm, okay?â You whispered in a soothing voice, not wanting to set him off. Yoongi had always been the calm one. He was even mistaken for an emotionless man. But you, of all people, knew that he only expressed his emotions with people he trusted, with people he loved. And you experienced how expressive he was when he was happy, when he was tired, when he was loving. But you were not familiar with how he was when he was angry.
You were terrified as you realized that now might be the time you saw his angry side.
âWhy?â He droned, his eyes now focused on your luggage, glaring at it so hard as if he wanted it it disappear. As though he didnât want to see the obvious evidence of you leaving him.
How could you leave him?
âWhy do you want to talk now when you were going to fucking leave me without talking to me?!â He hissed, the veins in his neck protruding as he swiped off your luggage to the side in his haste to get to you.
And this time, you werenât fast enough.
He had you trapped on the wall, his arms caging you as he looked down at you with sadness and fury in his eyes. âYouâre really thinking of leaving me,â he whispered as tears formed in his eyes.
You attempted to push him away, your hands on his chest but he was as still as a stone. Why were you pushing him away, kitten? Didnât you love him anymore? Wasnât he attractive anymore?
Were you tired of me?
Was there someone else?
Was that why you were leaving him? You found someone better?
âYoongi,â you breathed, trying to calm your nerves. You could feel how hard his heart was beating, could feel the emotions rolling off of him. He was shaking, his tears falling from his face as the handsome man looked at you with nothing short of broken. In an attempt to calm him, you slowly, so slowly caressed his face. Tears drenched your hand as he leaned on it, placing kisses on your palm. âYoongi,â you called him again, wanting his eyes on you so he could understand why you had to do this.
âYes, my kitten?â
âYou donât love me anymore. Or at least, you donât love me like before,â you explained further and as kindly as you could.
He looked confused as he looked at your eyes intensely.
âYou canât seriously be surprised, YoongiâŠI had to learn you were in Japan through the internet when you were the one Iâm in a relationship with.â
âAre.â
What?
âYou are in relationship with me. This is not ending. We are never ending.â
âYoongi, Iâm breaking up with you,â you quietly declared, and now that it was out there, you felt light. You feltâŠlike this was right. Which was obviously opposite to what the man was feeling. Yoongiâs face glowered, his eyes burned with determination. His hold on your hand tightened when you attempted to withdraw from him.
How could he let you leave when you were the only sun in his world? When you made him feel?
âNo. Youâre not breaking up with me. Youâre not leaving me. Youâre staying with me until the end of time.â
âThis is not working! You donât give me time, you donât tell me where you are, you donât even show up-ïżœïżœïżœ
âSo thatâs the problem? That Iâm not present? So you just want to be with me, right, kitten? Iâm sorry Iâve been distantâŠâ he whispered, his face nuzzling your neck despite your adamant refusal. âFrom now on, youâll never be far from me.â
He promised himself you would never leave his sight until you took back the fucking thought that you would break up with him. If you thought breaking up with him was easy, you were in for a treat. If you thought heâd let you go that easily, then you didnât know him at all.
âYou donât understand!â You yelled at him, feeling frustrated with how he was selectively hearing what you had to say. Your emotions were swelling up that you were able to muster the strength to push him away. You quickly put a lot of distance between the two of you, only able to manage it because he was in a daze.
âYoongi, you only look for me when you remember me. Thatâs not love! I love you, but I love myself, too. Iâm leaving you.â
His brows furrowed, why were you still insisting you were leaving him? He stared down at you with exasperation in his face, his nostrils flaring. Yoongiâs jaw clenched when he heard you said that you were leaving him.
And then he sprang into action.
You ran to the bedroom which was the closest room to you as you recognized you were in danger. You were about to slam the door to his face when he inserted his booted foot, effectively stopping it from closing. He barged into the room, flicking the lock himself before facing you with his dark face.
âYouâre not going anywhere. Youâre not leaving me, kitten,â he declared, his voice hard before pushing you on the bed. He wasted no time, crawling to you and shoving your thighs apart. He settled in between your legs, avoiding you from closing them as he leaned closer to you.
In this position, you could not be more vulnerable as you were.
Yoongi was mad, yet his touches were soft. His hand caressed your face before kissing you. His kisses were different from before. He was kissing you as though he was starved, as though he was tired of holding back from you. His other hand was lifting your leg, rubbing his engorged erection on your core.
You wished you could say you were unaffected, but you werenât.
He always knew which button to push, which spot to kiss to make you mindless. And Min Yoongi was using it to his advantage.
His tongue thrusted in your mouth, stroking against your tongue as though he was tasting you. The way he kissed you was unlike the ways you had been kissed before. This time, it felt a lot like claiming you. He was expert in this, you knew this from the start. His sexy, deep moans weakened your refusal that you found yourself pulling him close, your hand on his nape. His whole body was covering yours, his weight completely on top of you as his kisses dragged down to your neck.
He was marking you, latching on the thin skin and suckling like he wanted the whole world to know you were his woman. The way he suckled on your sensitive nipples made you whimpered, your hands on his silky, black hair. But when he went down to your core, breathing hotly on it, suddenly you remembered what you were supposed to do.
With renewed strength, you pulled his hair, stopping him from getting closer to your core. But you should know, you were no matched to a man who almost lost the only woman he ever loved. Yoongi growled, grabbing your wrists away from his hair.
âThis is a mistake,â you moaned when he started lapping your core, his sinful tongue pushing past your lips with vigor. Your essence tasted heaven to him. How could you take this away from him, he thought. He could never go without this.
âNo,â he growled, the vibration from his voice elating a moan from you. âThis is fucking right.â
You tried twisting from him, a sad attempt at standing your ground. âIâm leaving you. Let me go!â
He chuckled, fucking chuckled as if it was hilarious to him. âWhy would I let you go, kitten? Youâre the one for me. Weâre going to get through this.â
In your shocked at his adamant refusal to let you go, you didnât notice that he stripped of his pants, his cock now bared to you. You always had trouble fitting him in you. He was thick, veins apparent on his cock. Every time you were done making love, you would always have difficulties walking. He fucked you that good.
His cock bobbed up and down as he crawled to you, his lips turning into a smirk as he watched you watched his hardness. His hot breath tickled your neck as he leaned in, his lips on your ear.
âYou know why Iâm not always with you?â
âBecause youâre busy with work-â
He chuckled darkly, his hand completely encasing both your wrist while the other was playing with your clit, encircling it erotically.
âWrong, kitten. I had to tear myself away from you because if I didnât, youâd figure out how obsessed I am to you, how needy I am. If you knew, you would run to the hills. But I see now that was a mistakeâŠyou almost left me because of that.â
Your heart beat louder when he confessed. You tried twisting your wrists to make him let go of you to no avail. âWhy are you telling me this now?â
With an indulgent smile, he placed a soft kiss on your lips. He pushed your knees to your chest, completely baring you to him. âBecause you deserve to know how much you are loved by me.â And how he would never let you go.
He grabbed his cock, sliding it between your wet pussy before guiding it to your entrance. You moaned from his ministration, his seduction working. Your body started to betray you, lust attacking your senses.
âYou want me, right?â
You moaned when he pinched your nipple, his hard cock teasing your entrance.
âYou love me, right? Youâre never going to leave meâŠright?â
And when you moaned yes, he suddenly pushed his cock inside you.
By the end of that night, he made you screamed how much you loved him. And come morning, Yoongi looked at you with adoration, tracing the marks he left on your skin. The heat of your skin calmed him.
It scared him that he was willing to do anything for you.
And now, you would discover who he really was. You would discover a love that was too much, that was suffocating⊠a love that was his.
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You and Eddie used to be friends, the best of friends since meeting during childhood. Now your friendship is in tatters and Eddie hates you? Right?
Enemies to lovers fic, childhood friends, idiots in love, protective Eddie, minors shoo.
Eddie Munson x Reader
Brief Billy Hargrove x Reader
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You remembered the day you and Eddie stopped speaking like it was yesterday.
Exactly a year ago you auditioned for the cheerleading squad and made the team, you were so excited and rushed to tell Eddie.
He was actually supportive of you joining the squad but the thing he didn't like was your new friends. They thought Eddie was a freak and Eddie hated the lot of them with a passion.
No matter how you tried to make it work the distance grew between you both and culminated in a final argument that the two of you never recovered from.
It was now your senior year and the bond between you and Eddie was still shattered, he became more ensconced in his group of friends and in Hellfire Club and you settled nicely with your friends.
Animosity hung between you both and more often than not it led to the two of you bickering. It was like the two of you were never friends at all.
The thought makes your stomach clench and your throat tighten. For as much as you pretended to despise Eddie, it couldn't hide the fact that you missed him, the little ache never really went away.
Though you had no doubt that Eddie didn't care one about you anymore and that sends a wave of hurt through you. There was only so much that icy glares and mean barbs could hide.
Speak of the devil. Eddie stops talking to the rest of Hellfire and glares at you, there's a stubborn frown on his face that turns into a smirk.
"Staring at me again sweetheart? Anyone would think you were into me" he looks so smug and you clench your fists, remind yourself to count to three before you engage in his shit.
"As if Munson, Your voice carries across the cafeteria. Not everyone wants to hear your delusional rants you know" Eddie's eyes narrow and he folds his arms across his chest, his gaze pins you to the spot.
The rest of Hellfire looks back and forth between the two of you. You and Eddie both argued so much you were sure it must be entertainment for his friends.
Gareth and Jeff used to be your friends too a tiny traitor voice whispers to you and you swallow down the fact that you miss them too.
"Why don't you go back to your table and continue being a bitchy, vapid princess yeah?" God you hated him, you really did.
You give him one final dirty look and don't give him the satisfaction of seeing the words have upset you. It's not like he would care if they did.
He stopped caring about you a long time ago.
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Parties really weren't your thing at all but this was the third one that Jason invited you to in two months so you figured you better show your face for a little bit.
As soon as you enter the party you wish you could turn around and go back home. The only saving grace is Chrissy who tucks you by her side and takes away some of the anxiety you're feeling.
Eddie is here because of course he is. No doubt he's selling weed, you'd give him shit for it but you know that he does it to help his uncle with money. How could you give him shit for that?
You're pulled out of your musings by a gentle tug on your hair and you turn to find Eddie behind you with a shit eating grin on his face.
"Did you just pull my hair, what are we five again Edward?" His eyes light up and he smiles at you, all dimples and mischievous.
"I love when you're angry princess. It's kinda hot" you still and his words disarm you for a minute. Only a minute.
"Hot? As if you would sully your precious reputation by dating one of them and I quote "Buttheads from the dark side" he was just doing this to rile you up and it was working.
He doesn't answer and you realise your heart is racing waiting for him to say something. A tiny bit of disappointment fills you but you choose to ignore it and storm past him.
Maybe you would be able to enjoy the party if you could just avoid Eddie but then you see one person who you work hard to never see at all costs. Someone worse than running into Eddie.
Billy Hargrove, surrounded by people as he chugged from a keg of beer.
Ugh. Seeing Billy was enough to annoy you at the best of times but this? Drunk Billy was a whole level of irritating. The two of you briefly dated last year and it was nice at first, until he cheated on you with some girl from another school outside of Hawkins and you found them at the cinema making out with not a care in the world.
What the hell did he want? "Hey babe, fancy seeing you here?" he smirks and walks over to you, swiftly blocking your way out. Fuck.
"Hargrove. Move your ass from my sight will you?" you snap, you're already verging on getting a headache, talking to him will just make it worse.
"Such harsh words honey. I mean last year you were all over me and now this?" You wince as you remember being really into Billy, god you were an idiot.
"Temporary insanity" you snap and he grins and leans close to you.
"Oh honey, it's your fault if you think you meant anything to me in the first place" fury curdles in your stomach. Asshole.
"Is there a problem here?" you freeze and let out a groan. Oh great. Just who you need to appear, Eddie.
His eyes are narrowed as he looks at Billy who smirks and moves past Eddie. "Nah Munson, just catching up with an old friend" he winks at you and you turn away still fuming and your eyes wet. Ah fuck.
"Dickhead, Eddie mutters and his glare turns to you but softens just slightly at your tears, "What the fuck did you see in him princess?" He demands and you shrug.
"No idea. He is a dick" it startles you that both you and Eddie are in agreement. You wipe your eyes and Eddie's fist clenches.
"You shouldn't cry over him princess" he tells you and his voice is still gentle. You peer up at him and feel that pull towards him, the pull that never really went away.
"Like you can talk Munson" Eddie's eyes widen and he stiffens when you say this and his gaze turns agonized.
"I never want to make you cry sweetheart" he swallows hard and still looks bereft. You can't stand seeing that look on his face.
"It only happened once" you shrug it off but it still doesn't clear that look from Eddie's face. He follows you as you need outside, trying to think of something to say to him.
Then the heavens open and rain begins to beat down on you both.
"Uh shit. Do you want me to take you home or something?" You shake your head at Eddie's suggestion, it's sweet but your parents aren't home tonight, you were meant to be staying with one of the girls.
"They aren't home. I'm supposed to be staying with one of the girls but I just want to get away from this shit for a night" Eddie nods and opens his van door for you.
"Then milady. To my castle I shall take you" you hadn't been back to Eddie's in such a long time but right now it was all you wanted and you gesture at him to lead the way.
Billy's words still echo in your mind as eddie drives. You thought you meant something to Billy last year but your hopes were quickly dashed. Your hopes of maybe finding someone who could love you for you were smashed to pieces.
If you were being honest with yourself the one person who you thought you would end up with was Eddie, when you were friends the thought would sometimes enter your mind. A far off future after high school where you and Eddie were happy and in love.
Obviously that went to shit too. You weren't Eddie's type. You had seen the girls he hooked up with occasionally and they were nothing like you, now it didn't matter because he hated you.
This makes your mood worse, just a bit. Then again if he hated you why was he being so kind to you right now?
You ask him as he leads you into the trailer, the question won't leave your mind and you need to ask.
"Eddie why are you doing this? You hate me don't you?" his eyes widen when you ask this and you flash back to the first time you met Eddie when you were four and he ran off some jerk who tried to steal your sweets in school. He was protective of you, even then.
"Okay uh let's get one thing straight, you can annoy the hell out of me but I could never ever hate you princess" this warms your heart just a little bit.
"Well ditto"
You kiss Eddie's cheek, his heated gaze meets yours and you're so tempted to kiss him. It's an impulsive thought but it's not really all that surprising.
"You want to kiss me" he gently teases and you swat his arm playfully. He really could read you like a book, even now.
"Please, as if. I know I'm not your type anyway. I've seen the girls you've hooked up with" Eddie is quiet for a second and that startles you, he's never quiet. He's always on the go and running his mouth about something or other, usually Jason.
"They didn't mean anything. They weren't you" he says the last part so softly that you have to move closer to hear it but you do. Like magnets the two of you move closer and closer...
Then Eddie's lips meet yours and it's... It's everything. It's perfect. Wayne also picks the perfect time to walk in and you and Eddie break apart.
Wayne smiles when he sees you, "Well hi there honey, haven't seen you around in a long time" it has been a while and you feel an ache deep in your bones. You've missed being here, it's one of the places that feels like home to you.
"I've missed it, being here" you admit to him and Wayne smirks a little bit.
"Mmm, someone else has missed you around here too" he nods to Eddie who glares at him.
"Yeah thanks for that old man" Wayne shrugs looking like he's trying really hard not to laugh and invites you to stay for a little while longer.
When he's busy with setting up some dinner Eddie leans into you and whispers in your ear.
"I do miss you" his voice shakes a tiny bit and his big brown eyes are full of tenderness. It's taken a lot for him to admit it and you take your hand in his.
"Ditto"
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Indeed, Even More (In)correct Royalflush Quotes
Lucifer: Husk, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?
Husk, while cleaning a glass: I donât know, love you, talk to you later
Lucifer: Ok, I love you too, Iâll just ask Charlie.
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Husk: I kissed Lucifer.
Angel Dust: What? When?
Husk: He came by my room right after you left.
Angel Dust: I was only gone 20 minutes. What'd you do, shine a bat symbol on your dick?
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Husk:Â This food is too hot... I cant eat it.
Lucifer, absently:Â Youâre very hot, and I still eat you.
Everyone at the table:Â *silence*
Alastor:Â YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!
Charlie, dying from embarrasment:Â One dinner... I just want ONE DINNER!
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Lucifer:Â When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this...
Husk:Â *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card?
Lucifer:Â Holy moly-
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Niffty:Â Hey, Husk? Can I get some dating advice?
Husk:Â Just because I'm with Lucifer doesn't mean I know how I did it.
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Lucifer:Â We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isnât anyone around to help you? What if itâs congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?
Husk: âŠYou realize any other person that made their partner pass out on bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?
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Lucifer, drunk:Â Wow, Husk, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.
Husk, amused:Â We literally slept together yesterday.
Lucifer:Â That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands!
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Lucifer:Â Well, Husk and I finally did it!
The rest of the sins:Â *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.*
Lucifer, proud of himself:Â That's right... We kissed!
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Lucifer:Â You look good in that dress.
Husk, dressed as Miss Fortine:Â You know where else I'd look good?
Lucifer, zero hesitation:Â My bed.
Husk:Â By your side- wait, what?
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Mammon:Â Hey, what have you two been doing?
Bee-zebub:Â We were helping Luci with his wedding vows and we were kicked out of his house for making it inappropriate.
Asmodeus:Â How is âNice ass, Huskâ inappropriate?
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Incorrect quotes#927 DAMN ASMO-
AFTER the party...Diavolo let the brothers...and even Maddie stay in the castle to sleep over, The Big Three..Plus Maddie is enjoying their morning tea when...
Mc*Pops inside holding a magazine, nervously walking towards them*Luci, um, if you knew Asmo would kill you for something that you did that turned out really bad for him, would you tell him, or would you try to keep it from him?
Luci: Oh, now, My love, haven't I told you to confront your problems? Now, what could you possibly have done to Asmo that was so horrible?-
Mc*Raises brow and snorts*-Not me! You
Luci*Standing up quick and grabbing his coat*-Barbatos, A portal- I'm going to the human realm
Mc*Showing him an article on fashion*He's a fashion "Don't".
Luci: What's that to do with me?
Mc: Read the caption!
Luci: "Who let him out of the house with that purse?"-AAAAAAH!?-Barbatos, get this piece of trash out of here!
Barb*Going to Maddi, smirking at her*You heard the man, move it.
Maddi*Glares at Barbatos*...
Asmodeus comes in looking for his fashion magazine...making everyone in the room evade being too close to him...when Lucifer tries to hide it, He fails...and Maddie gives Asmodeus the magazine maliciously ...
Asmo*Looking at his articles seeing his picture and heading out the door*-Oh, I look fabulous. Look, they gave me half a page!~Oh, I gotta go call Solly & Satan!~
Everyone covers their ears...but hears nothing...and ENRAGED Asmodeus comes back
Asmo*Pointing at the door, seeing everyone running to leave*Everybody out!
Asmo*Stops Lucifer from leaving and sits him in the chair, taking out his phone* Not you!?
Luci: Oh, Dearest Asmodeus, let's not be hasty about this-
Asmo: Don't you worry-It's gonna be slow and painful*Calls a number and smiles as they answer*Hi, Michael!~, Yeah I have Lucifer here saying HOW MUCH HE MISSED YOU AND WANTS TO KNOW HOW UCH YOU MISSED HIM!~TELL HIM ALL ABOUT IT!~
Luci*Gets handed the phone...with a horrified face*...
Sequel to:
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