#she's only polite to his face. she talks shit behind his back.. which is sad because he has nothing but good things to say about her

[mymarifae]

speaking of aventurine. did you know that in jp he calls stelle "hoshi kaku-chan" . as far as i can tell that's the only honorific he's ever used for anyone. (well caelus gets -kun but like you know what i mean) i can and will die on this hill that aventurine was genuinely charmed by stelle's oddball personality, and if it hadn't been for the whole "i need to trick you into letting acheron kill me because if you figure out what i'm trying to do you'll stop me and/or her, because you're stupidly brave like that" ordeal he would have liked to be friends with her. like For Real

[qrrieterisunnq]

Argument Over Name - Quinn Hughes

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— WARNINGS: nothing just sweet pure content and cute argument over name — SUMMARY: You finally convinced Quinn about getting a puppy, but he argued with you over the puppy’s name when you brought him home. — WORD COUNT: 2,02K

It was around nine am when Quinn got back from his morning practice and you’ve been a pain in his ass ever since then.

You wouldn’t shut up. First it was about your mom’s birthday which he didn’t mind, because he loves your mom.

But it was maybe an hour later, you screamed in excitement as you went through shelter websites and found the most beautiful puppy you had ever seen.

And that was your signal to annoy Quinn as much as you could to convince him to get the puppy. It was hard. It took you almost two days to do it.

Quinn wouldn’t listen to anything else just your rants about how much you want to get the puppy out of the shelter so he knows how love feels.

“Quinny, please!” you whined, shoveling your phone into his face for the millionth time today. You could say he was beyond annoyed with you, but he loved you too much to tell you straight in the face. “Just take a look at him!”

“Babe. I love you, you know that, but who would take care of him? You know that he needs to attend some training.” Quinn sighed, looking over his shoulder at you. Your lips turned into a pout as your eyes didn’t leave the photo on your phone screen.

“I would do it Q,” you whispered still looking at the puppy. “I want to help him.” You said more to yourself as you pulled away from him and went back to the dining table, where you had been sitting before.

Quinn watched you walk away from him with guilt in his eyes. He knew you would take care of the dog, but he didn’t want to deal with some small thing running around his apartment and pissing and shitting everywhere.

But the sad look on your face and the glistening eyes softened him. With a sigh, he threw his head back and got up. You were so into the article about the dog that you didn’t even notice Quinn who was standing behind you.

“Baby,” he whispered his hands were wrapped around your neck the moment he reached you, startling you a little bit. “Will you really take care of him?” he sighed and leaned down to rest his chin on your shoulder.

You nodded your head looking at him with doe eyes and pout. You knew these two things were his weakness and always made him melt. That’s why you did it.

“Okay then, I think we can get a look at him and get him,” he whispered and kissed your neck lightly.

“Really?” you pulled away from him in surprise while you dropped your phone on the table. “Are you serious Quinn?” you whispered again your hand going immediately around his neck.

“Yeah, I am, baby. But you really have to take care of him.” His lips grazed yours in a soft kiss, while his hands roamed your body, not in a sexual way, just to make sure you were okay and happy.

“I love you, Quinn.” You giggled and pressed your lips to his in a hungry kiss.

The bell above the door rang when Quinn and you made your way inside the animal shelter, only a few minutes away from your apartment building.

A lady behind the counter looked at you with a wide smile and said, “Hello, welcome to SPCA how can we help you?” Quinn looked at you and pushed you gently forward. You looked at him with a nervous grin and then politely smiled at the lady.

“Hi, uhm we came here to adopt a puppy,” you breathed out nervously. You hate talking to people and Quinn knew it that is why every time he nudges you forward to talk. “I saw this one on your website and just wanted to know if he is still available.” You pulled out your phone and showed the lady the puppy photo.

“Oh Bully! Yeah of course! You are actually the first one who wanted him.” sad smile linger on her lips for a while as she typed something on the computer.

“Are we?” Quinn’s brows were high on his forehead as he asked with surprise.

“Yeah, i blame it on the way he walks.”

You turned slightly at Quinn who looked down at you with disbelief. You could see the disgust with people.

“What happened to him?” your voice was thick from the weird feeling in your stomach you were feeling. Your hand was playing with the hem of your sweater from the nervousness while the other one was gripping Quinn’s.

Quinn could sense the change in your mood, he knew you like the back of his hand and he could tell when something was off. To calm you down he pressed his lips to your temple, and let them linger there for a while.

“When he was born, the family didn’t want him, so they didn’t feed him properly, just let him have his mother’s milk and that was all. They were somehow able to broke his back left leg in three parts.” Quinn and you could sense the hate in the lady’s voice.

You closed your eyes at that, took in a deep breath and thought about how someone could be so cruel to something so innocent as a puppy. You hated those people. If you were about to change something in this country then it would definitely be highest sentences for hurting animals.

“Assholes.” Quinn murmured under his nose shaking his head as you two followed the lady inside the room with dogs.

Your eyes immediately went to all the puppies and dogs in there. You wanted nothing more than just to adopt all of these so they could feel the love people, the right people, can show them.

As if Quinn was reading your thoughts he bent down until his lips were almost touching your ear and he whispered, “I know love, but just the one okay?”

“Okay, so here is Bully. We didn’t give him any name, because we hope someone would come for him and you did so,” she chuckled at her voice, the same went for you and Quinn. She opened the cage and pulled out the cutest puppy you have ever seen.

You let out a quiet aww when she came closer to you two. You carefully reached your hand forward, to pat him when he barked out and licked your palm.

Goggles left your mouth and Quinn watched you with so much love in his eye. He loves seeing you happy, and if a small four-legged thing shitting and running around your apartment, would make you happy, then he won’t say a word.

Quinn watched as the lady handed you the puppy who was already making its way to you. A smile spread on his lips when a giggle left your mouth when the puppy licked your face.

The lady watched the two of you with a fond smile, knowing that both of you won the lottery, when you found each other. Because in a really long time, she didn’t see a man looking at his woman the way Quinn does at you.

“You can get to know each other while I will take care of the papers. I will be back in a few.” she smiled at you two and left the room, leaving you alone in there with the small fluff in your arms.

You turned around to face Quinn, who was already looking with a small smile.

“What?” you asked, your eyes searched his for some answers and he just shook his head with chuckle.

“Nothing, babe.”

“Really?” the way he was standing there and just staring at the two of makes butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“Yeah, really.” he smirked and reached his hand forward the puppy, who either wiggling tail licked his fingers. “Hi there buddy.”

“Here, hold him,” you handed him over to Quinn, who carefully took him and positioned him like a baby in his arms with a smile lingering on his lips.

You took the opportunity of the two of them together and made some pictures of them so you could later sent them in the Hughes’ group chat.

The lady came back within a few minutes with papers for you to sign.

“We will not name him Goblin, Quinn!” you shouted at him from the kitchen, where you were currently preparing dinner for the two of you. “We are not in The Lord of the Rings.”

It has been three hours since you got home from the SPCA, and the puppy has been sleeping since then. Before you got home you managed to buy everything for him, like food, a collar, a doghouse, toys, and other things which was probably your favorite thing to do.

You could hear a loud sigh from the living room before he said, “But it would be so cool,” he whined, and you could vividly imagine the pout on his lips. “Ph and what about Shmoop?”

As soon as he said that you stopped in your tracks, your jaw hanging open. The fuck?

“Where the fuck did you look for those names?!” you walked out of the kitchen with a knife in your hand and stand in front of him.

“Uhm the AI,” he chuckled nervously and showed you his phone where a list of silly dog names was. “It’s actually really good, you should-“Before he could finish it, you took off your slipper and threw it at him.

“Quinn! Stop making fun of it!” you shouted at him with a slight frown and then went back into the kitchen. You could hear Quinn’s muffled chuckles, forcing you to smile too.

“And what about Waffles?” he said again with a teasing tone. You groaned at his words throwing your head back slightly annoyed.

“I am serious Q. We can’t name our baby like this,” you said while chopping peppers with a little too much force.

You could hear some shuffling coming from the living room before you could feel his presence behind you. You didn’t really acknowledge him and continued preparing the dinner.

“What did you just say?” his voice was deeper and raspier than before, making you turn around and look at him. 

“That we will not name our baby like this!” You knew exactly why he asked that which was why a grin spread all over your lips. Quinn, who was standing behind you, made a face as if he heard tight even for the second time, and then he just shrugged his shoulder, accepting his fate. “I have better names,” you sighed when you could feel his hands sneaking around your waist.

“Oh, you have?” he asked with a raised brows which you couldn’t see. He tightened his arms around your waist and pulled himself closer to you.

“Yeah, Winston, Atlas, Orion,” you turned around and threw your arms around his neck while tilting your head.

“No way I will call Orion in the park at him.” he shook his head and pulled away from you slightly. You pursed your lips at him.

“Quinn, you didn’t even want that dog,” You sighed and pulled away from him completely, your shoulders dropping down. “So, I can name him however I want to.” You said stubbornly and turned back to finish your dinner.

“Babe, come on,” he let out a defeated sigh and a smile grew on your lips knowing that you did what you did. You ignored him when he yet again wrapped his hands around your waist. You ignored him when he trailed his lips down your neck and on your shoulder. And you ignored him when rested his forehead against your shoulder and sighed again. “Fine, okay. You can name him however you want to.”

A mischievous smirk appeared on your lips as you achieved what you wanted to. You turned around with doe eyes and a small smile.

“Really?” you asked innocently, giggling when Quinn tickled your hips.

“Yeah, now scoot over I’m gonna help you with the dinner.”

[gaysindistress]

Sad girl - thirteen

summary: James has an interesting new business proposal and one hell of a condition to deal with.

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: cursing, Bucky’s smartass, the feelings, angst, Anthony being Anthony

word count: 2k

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The moment they arrived at Bucky’s, she had thrown open the car door before he could open it for her and brushed past him up the stairs. He had felt her anger before but this time is entirely different. There’s a budding relationship at stake now, the flower just barely peeking out of the soil and any turbulent weather would destroy it. He had to figure out a way to apologize at the very least if he wanted to save what they had, however, she isn’t going to make it easy by any means. 

“Doll, wait” he calls after her when she disappears inside. 

Steve comes out, looking back at her and then at Bucky, “Do I want to know?”

“If I’m not in my office in 15 minutes, send help,” he huffs, chasing after her inside the house. 

She hadn’t worn heels that day so there was no clicking to be heard but the heavy thuds of her boots do echo as she continues to march up to her room. Bucky’s footsteps aren’t far behind her which pisses her off even more. 

Turning on her heel now only feet away from him and catching by surprise, “Stop following me.”

“Will you just stop for a second then?”

“Why? You didn’t care at the café or in the car so what changed?” she spits with disgust. 

“You were the one who came at me first,” his nostril flared in vexation at her attitude. 

Her mocking laugh bounces off the walls, “After you pulled some shit.”

She spins away and resumes her march onward, leaving Bucky irate and fuming. He has to clench to stop himself from saying something stupid. 

“Doll this is your last warning; stop,” he demands, his voice drips with authority. 

However she doesn’t stop, throwing open her bedroom door and nearly slamming it shut but his hands stop it, rings making harsh sounds as they land on the wood. 

“I told you to stop.”

“And I told you to stop following me.”

He is on her in seconds, spinning her around so that her back meets the door. Caging her in with hands on either side of her shoulders, he stares down at her with menacing blue eyes. 

“Get. The. Fuck. Off. Of. Me” she hisses as she tries to shove him away from her. His left-hand grips both of her hands and pins them to her chest so she can’t move. 

“I asked you politely to stop once and then I had to ask again. I don’t like to repeat myself, let alone chase angry brats up the stairs,” his hot breath fans against her face, “Now are you going to behave?”

Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, “Are you going to get off of me?” A sinister chuckle leaves his mouth as he continues to stare down at her, “No, now don’t make me repeat myself.”

A quiet ‘okay’ comes from her, soft under the harsh gaze of the mercenary. She’s never seen his menacing side up close before and it was terrifying to see the gentleman she’s come to know act this way. 

“Good girl. Before you decided to be a brat, I was trying to apologize for setting up that meeting with Anthony. I should’ve talked to you about it beforehand but as we know, you don’t like to do as I say so I had to make an executive decision.”

She tries to speak but his free hands clasp over her mouth so she can’t. 

“I’m not done speaking,” he pauses to ensure she’s listening, “I had hoped that my goodbye would’ve turned out differently but I guess we don’t get what we want sometimes. I have to leave early for Washington D.C. for an emergency meeting. I was going to surprise you with a weekend away but I don’t think you deserve it. Regardless there will be a party Friday honoring Steve, Sam, and me, and you will be joining me. Nat has all of the details and will keep an eye on you while I’m gone. Do you think you can behave until then?”

Every fiber in her body is on fire with anger and lust but mostly anger at his demeaning words. Men like him are every inch of dangerous they seem to be and it was stupid of her to assume he wouldn’t use his power over her as he is now. She wants to slap him to set him straight but she’s not in the position to make any power moves. Instead, she nods and resists the urge to spit at him when he moves his hand away. 

“Good girl, Doll. Remember if anything happens, Nat will tell me.” 

“I’m aware,” the slight challenge is enough to make him smirk but not enough for him to reassert his dominance. He releases her hands and backs away. 

“While you’re out dress shopping, make sure to get matching wedding rings. I planned for us to do it together but it looks like that won’t happen.”

“Do you want a simple one or one to match the size of your ego?”

“Whatever you pick will be just fine, Doll,” he kisses her forehead which should be a sweet gesture but is really just a callback to the first time he did it; a move to show he’s in control. 

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A week is plenty of time to plot your revenge against an asshole husband who had tried to control you and treated you like some stupid housewife, right? It seems as though it is just the right amount of time for her to plot her revenge. There are several ways she could go about this however the best option is the one he least expects. 

During her week, true to his word, Nat hadn’t left her side and was always within a three-foot radius of her. When Doll moved, Nat moved. It was a bit exhausting however she did like her so it made for a fast week. Their first outing had been to find rings which proved to be harder than they had anticipated. 

They had found her ring within half an hour, a 3-carat eternity band to match her 3-carat solitaire radiant engagement ring. Finding Bucky’s, however, took nearly an hour. 

“What about this one?” Nat had been holding up a simple black band when she’d asked Doll. 

“No, that's too simple. We need something just big enough that it’s annoying,” she’d replied as the jewelry counter person gave them both weird looks. 

“Ah, I see. What about this one?” This time she’d held up a ring that looked like it belonged to a football player who had won the Super Bowl. 

“Jesus he might actually kill me if I showed up with that,” Doll laughed as she continued to search. 

Both of their eyes went on the same ring; a silver signet ring much like the one he already wore.

“Excuse me, can this be engraved and how long will it take?” 

“Yes Madam it can be engraved and for you, we could have it ready in two days,” the French jeweler said as they took the ring and began the process of checking the women out. 

Nat rolled her eyes as Doll made sure that Bucky would feel her revenge. 

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He had tried to text, call, and even facetime her while he was away but she barely answered. His messages were met with short responses, his calls either declined or lasted less than five minutes, and she only picked up his facetime call once. Steve harassed him endlessly about how whipped he was and how he needed to get over the honeymoon phase already. He was met with legendary side eyes and one-word commands from the brooding mercenary. 

At this rate, he would be surprised if she even showed up. His only confirmation that she was alive and still planned on coming to D.C. was Nat’s updates. The latest of which had been a secretive picture of Doll trying on dresses for the gala. She was trying on a red floor-length dress that was a halter top with an open back. The caption that accompanied it said: “She hates the red. Any color suggestions?”

“The red looks the best.”

“Are you even trying to get on her good side? Pick a different color and I won’t tell her what you said.”

“Fine black is her signature color.”

“You’re the worst. Remind me to never take you shopping.”

If Nat kept sending him pictures, he might hop on a plane back to New York and beg for forgiveness on his knees.

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“I don’t know Nat. I’m not really feeling the red but I can’t go with black because that’s too obvious. What about blue? Or white?”

Nat lounges in the boutique’s chair, phone on her lap as if she wasn’t secretly sending pictures to Bucky. Doll fiddles with the sides of the dress she’s currently wearing, turning in every direction to get a better look. 

“For someone who claims to not care what he thinks, you’re sure doing a lot of worrying.”

“And you’re terrible at hiding the fact that you’re taking pictures.”

“It’s for safety reasons,” she tries while taking another picture, this time not even trying to hide it. 

“As in you’re tired of Bucky blowing up your phone, asking for updates so you’re voluntarily sending him pictures to get him to stop,” Doll says as she steps off the pedestal and heads to the dressing room. 

“He’s getting really irritated that you’re not answering his messages or calls, ya know? Ignoring him isn’t going to make him any nicer the next time you see him,” Nat calls after her. 

“Ignoring him is a welcomed side effect of planning my revenge. Black or white?”

“Bucky says black.”

“White it is.”

Nat chuckles at the other woman as she goes back to her phone. Stepping back out of the dressing room, she’s wearing another floor-length gown that’s white with feathers across the top. 

“Mmmmm,” she hums as she adjusts the top, “No. The white is too bright.”

“Isn’t that what you want though? To be the center of attention?”

“If I wanted that, I would just show up naked.”

Nat chokes on the champagne she is sipping and has to cough as she looks over at Doll, phone to her ear. Doll starts laughing at her reaction but it quickly dies off when she sees the phone in Nat’s hand and the horrified look on her face. 

“I don’t know what did you hear?” Nat says into the phone, “Hm I think you need hearing aids. We’re almost done here and then we’ll be headed back to your place to pack. Goodbye.”

“You are going to get yourself into big trouble,” she points at the other woman with a warning. 

“How was I supposed to know you were on the phone? You didn’t warn me.”

“I don’t have to tell you every time I’m on the phone. Hurry up before he shows up at the house, ready to fight someone.” 

She sticks her tongue out at Nat as she walks back to the dressing rooms once again. Neither woman say anything as she changes into the last dress. The second white dress was not her first choice but it’s looking like it might be her only choice. Sliding it up her body, the sleeveless mermaid gown had a corset top the wraparound style and central slit gave it the elegance she was looking for. The corset has horizontal draperies that gracefully accentuate her shape and to top it off, it has a small and neat train. 

“Nat,” her sing-song voice flows through the air as she waltzes back to the mirrors. 

“My my Mrs. Barnes, don’t you look dazzling?” the other woman fiends fainting at the sight of her. 

“I think this is the one.” 

“I agree,” Nat pauses to glance at her phone, “and your rings are ready so let’s get out of here.”