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thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels · 14 days

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You said you'd stay with us (you swore you'd still be you)

absinthe makes the heart grow fonder - series masterlist here

pairing: poly marauders x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.5k

genre: rockstar au !! fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: drummer reader, some real 'where does the performance end and you begin' vibes, reader smokes, it's inferred that they're also drinking, y'all will have to pry bestie peter from my cold dead hands

a/n: oh uuuuuh more pining more yearning more I'm in love with you but I'm too afraid to make it real. like what if you were all in a band and you were all in love and you were all too scared of fucking it all up to say anything

"You're looking awful glum tonight," James points out as he leans against the railing of the balcony you're on. He doesn't reprimand you for sitting on the railing, but he does frown as he glances down to where the ground is, inching closer to you to place a firm hand on your thigh.

"I called the car around - I'm going back to the hotel. You can let the others know if they notice," you respond in a sigh, the smoke leaving your lungs on the exhale as you bring your cigarette to your lips for another drag.

"…Are you sober right now, love?" James asks, eyeing you carefully. You look at him bemusedly.

"You think I came to a party after our show and… didn't have a single drink?"

"Well…" he says carefully. You narrow your eyes and James grips your thigh a little tighter - a plead for you to hear him out. "You weren't exactly the life of the party tonight, lovely. You disappeared pretty quick. If you have been drinking, that means you've been doing it out here - alone, sitting very precariously on a very high balcony, with no one looking out for you." You've stopped looking at him, keeping your eyes trained on the expansive driveway out front of whoever's house this is. When you see your car pull up, you put out your cigarette easily on the railing before sliding off of it, letting James keep a hand firmly on you, sliding from your thigh up to your waist.

"I don't need a babysitter, James," you say bluntly, but you can't help but soften a bit at the wide, sad eyes he gives you, his bottom lip jutting out slightly. You wonder idly if he realizes he looks at you so often like he's a puppy you've just kicked. "I'll see you tomorrow for rehearsals," you offer gently before you slip away.

In the safety of the backseat of your car, tinted windows blocking out the gaze of the outside world, you let your head lean back against the seat, sighing and closing your eyes as you rub at your temples. The relief is short-lived, however, as the car door is pulled open and James slides into the seat next to you, grinning despite the glare you sent him.

"Didn't really think I'd let you go sit at the hotel sulking all night, did you?" He quips. You bristle.

"I don't sulk," you huff. His smile widens as the car pulls away.

"Sure you don't, sweetheart." He throws an arm around your shoulders and you let him, sighing as you lean against him, resting your head against his chest. "You wanna tell me what's going on?" He asks gently.

"Nothing," is your quick reply. He hums thoughtfully, running a hand through your hair gently.

"Wanna try again?" He's still gentle, a patience seeping from him into you that lulls you as you relax further against him.

"It's just a lot sometimes. I'm tired is all," you admit. James presses a kiss to the crown of your head and your heart does something funny in your chest.

"You're allowed to take a break every now and then, love," he offers. You tense.

"I don't need -"

"No, but you still can," he placates, smoothing his hand over the back of your head as he silently coaxes you into relaxing once more. "I know you don't need to. God knows you'll run on fumes forever and never say a thing about it. But you don't need to - not here, not with us."

James, in all his mother-hen nature, continues to reprimand you in that gentle, caring way of his all the way up to your hotel room, only stopping when you shut yourself in the bathroom and turn the tap on so that you can't hear him. By the time you come out in clothes that are decidedly much more comfortable than what you'd been wearing at the party, he's lounging in your bed and flipping idly through TV channels.

"Oh, sure, make yourself at home," you quip as you flop onto the bed next to him, leaning against the headboard. James grins in that beaming way that he's so fond of, turning the TV volume down to a low, background hum.

"Thanks, love." You scoff at his words.

"Are you planning on staying here all night?" You ask wearily. He pretends to think about it.

"What will you do if I leave?" You shrug, sliding further down in bed and crossing your arms. James opens his mouth to speak and you know he's going to say something about you sulking, so you make a point to wack him with a pillow before he can. He laughs good-naturedly about it, though, so you're not so sure what you've accomplished.

Fortunately, or rather unfortunately, you don't have time to ponder it further before your hotel room door is swinging open and Sirius is flouncing into the room, Remus trailing in after him. You sigh and look at Remus imploringly, but he only shrugs, leaning towards you to squeeze your shoulder in what you're sure is supposed to be comforting before he settles in the armchair next to the bed. Sirius, on the other hand, takes to flopping directly across the bottom of the bed, landing on James's legs and causing some sort of friendly tussle between the two of them.

"This is actually my hotel room, you know," you point out dryly. "How did you even get in here?"

"You gave Peter your spare key," Remus points out.

"Peter doesn't come in unannounced," you shoot back. Sirius and James stop whatever roughhousing they're caught up in so that Sirius can lean over and press a sweaty kiss to your cheek. You click your tongue in annoyance and hope it hides the way your heart flips.

"Cheer up, doll," Sirius says, unperturbed by your scowl. "What were you playing at, anyway? Leaving without telling any of us and thinking we wouldn't notice? Like we wouldn't miss our favourite drummer." You shoot James a look that says you shouldn't have told them and he smiles disarmingly.

"Just because I'm staying in tonight doesn't mean you all have to - and I'm your only drummer, Sirius, in case you've forgotten," you say icily. Sirius smiles, but it's more honest than you're used to, and he reaches across James to smooth a thumb over your cheek quickly before pulling back.

"Could never forget you, love. Not even if I tried." You stare at him, his tone heavier than normal, as Remus shifts and clears his throat.

"Anyway, dove… we just want to make sure you're alright, yea?" He says, and you exhale a breath you didn't know you were holding as the tension dissipates.

"Everything's fine," you say stubbornly. "I just didn't really feel like being there tonight."

"Well, we can see that," James chimes in. "But you always go to these things. You -"

"I know, I know, ok? I won't - it won't happen like that again, all right?" You huff. "I won't leave like that."

"No, see, I'm not sure you're understanding what Jamie's saying, love," Sirius says, the softness in his voice making your heart drop. It takes a lot for Sirius to be gentle, and he only does it when he thinks he really needs it. "What we're saying is that you don't have to. Pete never goes to the parties - we haven't kicked him out of the band yet, have we?"

"But that's different," you sigh, sitting up straighter. "Pete and I… are different kinds of performers. You know that." Remus leans forward in his chair to put a hand on your knee and you will yourself not to flinch at the contact, not to shy away from the kindness in his eyes that you know he reserves for the people he really loves.

"You don't have to perform here, love," Remus says gently. "You don't have to do that. Not here, not when it's just us." Your bottom lip trembles and you bunch the covers of the bed in your hands.

"Sometimes I think, for you lot, this life is fun… and for me, it's still work. I just can't make myself see it the way you guys do."

"But that's what we're here for," James offers, his voice kind. "Let us help you out. We decided to do this together for a reason, right? You decided to stick with us for a reason."

"I… I did, yea," you say.

"Yea," Sirius repeats. "So let us be here, alright?" Remus rubs his thumb across your knee as the other two look at you expectantly. You smile, a terse, small sort of thing - but it works nonetheless.

"Alright," you sigh. "Together, then."

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sorcererofsolitude · 7 months

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The Nightshades held a party. Wednesday vastly overestimated how much she could drink, insisting she could keep up with Yoko. She failed to account for the fact that she's a 5"1 mortal and Yoko is 5"9 vampire. It didn't help that Wednesday consumed nothing but absinthe.

Wednesday, turning to Enid and slurring her speech: Your face is like sunshine, I intend to marry it one day.

Enid, holding back laughter: You're going to marry just my face?

Wednesday, raising her glass: Yes! Wait... no. The rest of you is... magnis- magnif-... good. All of you is very good.

Divina, from the other side of the room, sitting across Yoko's lap: You should eat something, Wednesday.

Yoko, snickering: Yeah, before you start looking at honeymoon packages and naming your future kids.

Wednesday, hiccuping and swaying into Enid: Silence, fang! I'll... throw you in the... in the bird bath outside.

Divina and Yoko share an amused look.

Enid, collecting her drunken lover by the arm: Alright, Wens, I think it's time to call it a night.

Wednesday, liquor sloshing from her cup: I am not tired. I am... special awake.

Enid, unimpressed: That's called being drunk, babe.

Wednesday, nearly smiling: Enid...I would battle a thousand worms for you.

Wednesday had to be carried back to her room that night. She wouldn't hear the end of her inebriated antics for a month after, though Wednesday refused to believe she did any of those things.

AO3: SorcererOfSolitude

#netflix wednesday #wednesday #wednsday addams #enid sinclair #enid x wednesday #lesbian #wenclair #incorrect quotes #incorrect wednesday quotes #divina wednesday #yoko tanaka #yoko wednesday #yokovina #wednesday addams #incorrect wenclair #incorrect wednesday addams #lgbtq

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bookofthegear · 6 months

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You head north, because…because you feel like it, that’s why. The corridor is what you are coming to think of as Labyrinth Standard Concrete. You reach a doorway on your left and it continues on.

Looking through the doorway, you see a room so tall that the ceiling is lost in shadow. In the center is an absolutely amazing spiral staircase. It is the sort of staircase that Art Nouveau sculptors dream about when they have been hitting the absinthe a little too hard.

For one thing, each step appears to be made of a single piece of ivory, and where they found tusks six feet long and two feet wide, you couldn’t begin to guess. There are round gemstones the size of quail eggs inset into the ivory steps, and rubies the size of chicken eggs studding the central pillar, surrounded by mother-of-pearl settings. The outer railing is more curved ivory carved in a delicate spiral, worked with gold filigree, set with even more gems, and stained a remarkable shade of shell-pink.

The whole thing gives you the impression that the creator had both a limitless budget and absolutely no concept of restraint. It’s…okay, yeah, arguably it’s tasteless, but that’s probably because it’s sitting in a weird little concrete room. It would look fine in a palace. Or the British Museum, once they’d looted said palace.

Given the distinct lack of treasure in this place so far, your gob is pretty thoroughly smacked.

When you finally tear your eyes from the staircase, you see a rickety iron ladder affixed to the wall and what looks like a stone with a plaque on it in front of the first step.

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rosemaryfollows · 2 months

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what if ther crush got drunk and in this state confessed their love to them? the next morning remembering nothing

For Husk Lucifer and Alastor pls?

𝘛𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦

|| note: TYSM ANON I LOVE THIS IDEA HEHEHE! I hope that you like how I did this request! ||

|| word count : 1.7k ||

[ cw: implied fem reader in lucifers part, but i think he'd call everyone little lady, like his old man version of 'girl'... not proofread ]

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It had been a very, very long night for Husk. Several people coming into the hotel, treating it as if it were some kind of brothel instead of a place to get rehabilitated. All he wanted was to get off his god awful shift and go to his room to lick his wounds of the day. Whenever the hotel turned down for the night, he had made quick work of cleaning his glasses and tidying up just a bit so Nifty could worry less about his area. Just as he was about to head upstairs and hide away until the morning, he heard your sweet voice from one of the couches in the lobby. "Husker?" You'd ask, sitting up and looking over at him with a boozed up smile, "Huuusker.." A smile would grow on your face as you waved at him, a little giggle hiccuping its way out of your throat. "Cmer, kitty.." He would groan and look you over, begrudgingly making his way over to you. He had feelings for you, sure, but he also needed off his feet for the night. "I told you not to call me that, dollface." He would mumble, though a smile would be on his face. "Husker, Husker you're.. You're so perfect you know that?" You finally laid your head back down as he cocked his head to the side, "Uhhh, huh?" He'd mumble, crossing his arms over his chest, "Why's that?" He'd prod, a teasing tone to his voice. "I just, I really like you.. You're so, handsome, and kind.. I really, really wanna kiss you and.. and.." You let out a shaky sigh, looking at him again with tear-filled little eyes. He felt his face heat up but shook his head, "Uhhh huh, you don't know what the hell you're going on about, let's get you to your room." He rolled his eyes, hoisting you up into his arms, causing you to cheer silently. "You gotta be fuckin kidding me here, ____.. Remind me to never let you drink that much again.." You'd give a giggle and nod, your hands reaching up to play with his soft ears, "Mkkay, kitty." ✃-------- The next morning was like a second hell for you, the migraine in your head pounding hard against your skull. However, when you went to reach your bedside and didn't feel the regular stand, your eyes popped open and looked around, noticing you weren't in your own room. You shot up in the bed and looked around, but quickly looking around and seeing you were in.. Huskers room? Alone, and dressed.. You made quick work of leaving no trace of yourself in his room, the assumption in your mind that you wandered into his room and passed out in his bed. You were quick to leave the room and shut the door quietly, making your way down to the lobby, face heating up at the sight of Husker already behind the bar.

"Sleep well?" His voice rang through the lobby, making you look over at him, "Uh.. Uh-huh! Like a baby!" You'd reply, trying to sound chipper enough so he wouldn't sense your nervousness. He'd shake his head and chuckle under his breath, turning his back to you. He would definitely talk to you later about what happened.

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Lucifer was almost at a loss for words, you were never one to really get wasted or drown your problems in alcohol. So when you had made your way to his work room in the hotel, giggles hiccupping past your lips and the smell of Absinthe heavy on your persons, he was truly lost at what to say or do. "_____, dear? What's up with you huh?" He asked, standing up from his desk and making his way to the door, seemingly just in time to catch you from stumbling over yourself. His hands steadied themselves on your waist, a small flush coming to his face at how he had to hold you. "I just, I just reaallly needed to see you Luci!" You'd say, your tone as cheerful as ever, "I missed you today, I missed you a. LOT." Your arms would drape around his neck, more giggles leaving you as your buried your face into his neck, taking deep breaths through your nose as if you were sniffing him. "Oh? See uhm, see me? Why- Missed me?! Oh boy I uhm, flattering, _____, truly flattering but, why?" He felt a little conflicted, wanting to coax answers out of you, but also not wanting to manipulate you into telling him confidential and private things. The smile on your face was leaving a hot feeling under Lucifers collar as he moved you back a little, still holding your waist with his firm grip. "Ohhh, Luciii, I just, need you. Terribly.. I have such a crush on you, its soooo, embarrassing, because like, you're the KING, of HELL. How funny is that?" Your voice would squeak and break all over the place while you spoke, your hands finding their way into his hair, knocking his hat onto the floor. Lucifer sighed a little and picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist now as his hands settled on the underside of your thighs. "Come on lil lady, let's get you back to your room. You have no idea what you're going on about ahaha.. Hm. " Though the burning red on his face wanted to believe otherwise. ✃-------- The next morning, you woke up and found yourself struggling to remember the night and most of the day before.. You remember going out with Cherri, then going into some random, dinky club she found, and after that, it's all quite a blur. You finally sat up in your bed and rubbed your eyes, looking around at the vague sunshine through your windows. "Ugghhh.." You'd fall back into bed, looking at your side table, seeing a small, folded note with your name on it. You lazily reach over, assuming it was a note from Alastor telling you all the things you have to do today. Instead, when you opened it up, the neat and gold letters surprised you. "Dearest, I tried to get you into, well any kind of pajamas at all, but you were very insistent on not 'needing anything at all' since I was there... BUT! It would be indecent of me to leave you like that, so I got you into a large shirt seeing as it was.. All you'd agree to. I sent your dirty clothes to the wash... Sorry if this is weird haha!.. Sorry. -The Big Boss." You silently wished you were double dead.

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Alastor had to admit, it was more than amusing to watch you drown your troubles and concerns in the liquid confidence, and watching you stumble up the stairs of the hotel and down the hall was even better. What struck him as unusual is when you closed and locked your door. His shadow had snuck under the door and watched you intently from the corner of your room, watching someone who was just as confident as a lion break into a small puddle of tears and incoherent blubbering. His ears flattened back ever so slightly at the noise and sight, his dead heart seeming to ache slightly at your cries. He had grown quite fond of you and your antics, so seeing your mood flip so quick put him in a small moment of shock. He easily moved through his shadow into your room, his smile a bit more dull than it normally was. "Mon Cher, tell me, what ever could be troubling you? Why, you were just so cheery and lighthearted downstairs! Let's see a smile!" He would boast, moving to the edge of your bed, looking down at you with an ever wide smile. You waved your hand at him, signaling him to 'fuck off'. Not, really signaling it as you had mumbled it out between choked sobs and whimpers. Your chin was stood tilted up with the end of his cane, a caring smile across his face. You shove his cane away from you, grumbling once again; "Fuck. Off, Alastor. I don't need you here.. I will never need you." You grump, facing away from him, only to find him shifted onto that side of the bed. This made you give a little sob, covering your face with a pillow. He was quicker than you, especially in your drunken state, "Now now, Cher." He snatched the pillow and threw it somewhere into a literal void. He lifted you up by your shoulders, making you sit up, even though clearly you had no desire to. "Gooood, what don't you get about fuck off? You.. mmm, freak." You groan and look up at him, your heart rate quickening significantly at the sight of him being even slightly caring, even if it was probably a lie. Something inside you hoped that it was true and honest, that he was truly here because he cared, but you knew it was just sick and utter need for entertainment. "Now now darling, is that anyway to speak to your host? Such hostility! Why, and to think I was under the impression that we had grown closer!" Alastor boasts, the static in his voice dissipating momentarily. You groan and sit up, glaring at him still, "Of course we have! I've been in love with you for months now and you still haven't taken the fucking hint!" You shout, grabbing another pillow and chucking it at his face. When it hit him, the pillow seemed to stay there for a few seconds longer before him and the pillow dissipate into the floor. When you saw he just left, you couldn't help but shout, "GIVE ME BACK MY PILLOW YOU ASS!" ✃-------- The next morning, you rose out of bed bright and early, your head and body pounding but you push through the hangover. You started your regular morning duties at the hotel, not minding anyone's business but your own. The memories of the night blurry and uneven. You, however, were in your blissful ignorance, not knowing just how heavy your words had impacted the host of the hotel who was still missing from your morning routine. Your heart ached but still, you carried on with your day.

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blackopals-world · 8 months

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What's the NRC staff's experience at ♨️!Yuu's bath house? I don't believe you've ever written about it in detail; only mentioning it on ♨️!Yuu's initial post. Then again I may have missed it since Tumblr is being rude right now. Feel free to gloss over this one if it doesn't seem like something you want to answer.

I haven't written about this yet.

The staff are in the unique position of having free access to the Onsen and its service. In exchange, it gets to operate without an alcohol license.

Yuu has promised that all the drinks are watered-down to the legal requirements and no one is getting drunk (which is only half true.) Keeping the faculty in the loop keeps Yuu out of trouble.

The Onsen has a private spring designated for VIPs and faculty. It has unlimited food and bottle service.

The main reason the adults use it is because it's the only place to relax away from students. Say what you want but standing all day, and being surrounded by unruly brats is exhausting. The onsen is perfect for getting away.

Everyone has a reason to go and it differs for everyone.

Trein

He's old he needs a good soak in the mineral baths. He usually drinks a strong soju and talks to Yuu about his younger days. Grandpa has a lot of wild stories before he became a teacher. He also goes on and on about his wife and how they fell in love.

He treats Yuu like a grandkid and goes to the onsen mostly for the atmosphere.

Crewel

He completely changes when he's relaxed. Yeah, he is worried about Yuu but when he is tired he needs to cut loose. He will literally let his hair down for one thing. He smokes even if Yuu gives him the stink eyes and tells him to take it outside.

He usually let's Yuu mix him a cocktail or a house wine of their choosing.

He uses the spa services the most. Facials, manicures, pedicures, and hair treatments.

Behind all that, if you get him in at the same time as Sam he's a college student again. Roughhousing, drinking, and telling vulgar jokes. If Yuu isn't there to see it.

Sam

The only reason he's still allowed is because he supplies the Spa and bar. He doesn't ask questions either.

He orders hard liquor, dark. Whiskey, vermouth, and Adictivo Doble Reposado (a favorite in my family) He once tried to get away with ordering absinthe and was poured a glass of water.

He enjoys the steam room says it feels like a hot summer Louisiana day by the bayou. (Trust me you with that was true. Louisiana summers can be amazing but the swamp is no joke)

Sam likes to goad the others into drinking more before challenging them to a few rounds of cards. He doesn't play any of the workers because Yuu trains them on how to win or lose games on purpose. Those girls could whoop your butt.

Vargas

He needs a good ice bath and massage after training. He views the onsen as an important part of taking care of your health. Taking time to relax the muscles and taking care of your body is key to a long life and healthy mind.

That being said he orders tons of beer and food. We can't all be perfect. He falls asleep sometimes and snores like a bear.

He likes to play ping-pong in the game room but he's really bad at it. No one tells him because he's so determined to win. It's doesn't matter because if everyone is drunk they all suck but think they are playing the best game of pong ever.

Crowley

Banned.

Fine. He's allowed. Begrudgingly.

He isn't treated badly but Yuu would rather he leave. But the onsen would be shut down he didn't agree to let it stay open.

He takes off the mask for once and scared Yuu.

"Who are you?!"

"What are you asking? It is me your dear headmage."

"You're lying! Where is the bird man?!"

Yeah, no object permanence here.

Crowley will get wasted off his ass and join in any chaos the others create. Children, the lot of them. He drinks just about anything. It's whatever suits his fancy that day.

He gets his hair done while he's there along with his nails. Yuu finds it weird that his hair creates a natural black oil like some species of bird and his nails are as hard as talons and just as sharp.

#onsen!yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland yuu #divus crewel #twst divus #mozus trein #twst trein #twst sam #vargas #twst vargas #coach vargas #twst dire crowley #twisted wonderland crowley #twst crowley

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absentwriterdoll · 3 months

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My Drinking Partner is a Combat Doll

My drinking partner claims that it's a combat doll.

Who am I to question it. I've seen combat dolls of every stripe. Pilots, infantry, airborne, amphibious, vacuum, you name it. Porcelain, augmented, organic, machine, clockwork - some even mixed and matched.

This one is matte black. Night ops, it tells me. Doused with pigments once, never ordered to be recolored.

Doesn't tell me much more than that.

Not like I can't hear its stories from the way it acts, though.

The way it looks about the room. Watches the other patrons. Reacts to sound.

The way it talks. The way it laughs. The way it breathes.

The way it drinks.

It drinks absinthe, by the way. Strong, tastes like shit. It's good stuff.

The night grows deep. Whatever conversation we might've had dies in the silence.

Not that I mind.

Better than drinking alone.

It tells me that it's not going to come back tomorrow.

I ask if its a hunch, likely.

It nods at me.

I mention that I've had the same hunch before. Haven't died yet. Damn well should've, admittedly, but I'm not complaining.

It nods again.

Silence again.

I raise a hand, call the bartend over, order the doll another shot.

Tell it that it owes me. Not taking it tonight, I've already had enough.

I'll take it when it gets back.

It glances at me.

Narrows its eyes.

Can't say that it doesn't scare me, I'm brave enough to admit that.

But it nods.

And it takes its shot.

And it leaves.

...

It doesn't come back.

...

Not for another month, at least.

Same seat that it always shared with me, same posture, same color drink - just missing an arm, part of its face, and the rest of the usual crowd giving it a wide berth and the occasional stare.

Tells me in garbled speech that it wasn't wrong.

I nod. And tell it that I didn't expect it to come back looking like me. Same arm, same part of my face.

And it grins a broken grin.

Tells me it'll keep the stock color of its replacements.

It raises a hand and orders me a drink. Pays me back.

Absinthe.

Good stuff.

#empty spaces #fantasy #fiction #microfiction #dollposting #witches #writing #everyday doll #not a person #combat doll

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punk4ndisorderly · 9 months

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waking up in vegas

Y/N just wanted to forget about this week from hell. In Vegas, she forgets just about everything, including her aversion to marriage.

Y/N gets extremely drunk and marries a random man she meets in Las Vegas

absinthe | last name | consequences

warnings: underage drinking, possible innuendos.

"I told you this was a bad idea. Bringing rookies to Las Vegas is bad luck!" Alex groaned loudly, walking back and forth in the suite's sitting room.

"This isn't bad luck, this is Trevor being a dumbass." Quinn corrected from his seat, his eyes glued to his phone. "Well, him and the rest of you jackasses. No offense, Leo."

The rookie looked away from the amazing view to look at the veteran. "None taken."

Trevor sighed, throwing his head back against the seat rest. Quinn wasn't wrong about him making really dumb decisions. He could feel the gold ring burning into his skin as he listened to his friends discuss his latest fuck-up. He had really gone and done it this time, hadn't he?

"First of all, Leo was never here, alright?" Jack asserted. "The only thing worse than getting married when you're one shot away from getting your stomach pumped is to do it with a drunk minor you got a fake ID for in the entourage."

"This is why I don't drink with you guys." Jamie said from the bathroom.

"No, you don't drink with us because last time you did you puked everywhere."

"Guys! Not the time." the blond man intervened, raising his hand in the air, the golden band demanding everyone's attention. "I need to figure out how to undo this."

Everyone looked at each other, no clue what to do next. It wasn't common for a group of men in the 18-24 year-old range to know about legal proceedings or how to clean up their own messes. It was usually all tidy and taken care of before they even realised there was a problem to be dealt with.

"Well, first off, we need to find your wife." Quinn pointed out. "Then, we need to get down to whatever wedding chapel you dumb idiots stumbled into, and ask for an annulment, I guess. Oh, you should warn your agent and ask for a lawyer, too."

"Can you guys imagine Z having to give a random chick half of his money because he got blackout drunk in Vegas? Oh dude, you'd go down in hockey history." Alex chuckled to himself, getting hit with a pillow not long after.

"God, my mom is going to kill me." Trevor groaned, throwing himself on the large, unmade bed he had woken up in with a complete stranger he had decided to marry staring down at him.

"Forget about your mom, Trev. The Ducks are going to lose their shit." Cole mused. "This is terrible publicity."

"There's no such thing as bad publicity, brothers." Jack countered, poking Trevor's back with the remote he found on his dresser. "Get up, dude. Quinny's right. We've got to find your wife and convince her to unmarry you."

"Oh trust me, she doesn't want any of this." he gestured to his body, going limp again after he did. "She ran faster than Bolt when I showed her the name on the ring."

"Yeah, well, we need to get to her before anyone else does and this gets out." Quinn said matter-of-factly, annoyed that, yet again, he has been roped into one of Trevor's shenanigans.

"Does she know who you are?" Jamie asked, propped up against the doorframe.

"Nope. She didn't do the screech and she wasn't taking pictures of me sleeping when I woke up. Last time that happened..."

"This happens regularly?" Leo nearly screeched, looking panicked.

"If you're Trevor, yeah." Cole shrugged. "Never to this extent until today, but... Don't worry, rookie, the fact that you look alarmed already tells us you've got more functional brain cells than he does, you'll be fine."

A sudden knock on the door halted the conversation, prompting Quinn to release another exasperated sigh and answer it. He should definitely stop letting his brother convince him to come on their trips, he already knew he'd be the babysitter at the brink of a nervous breakdown by the end of it.

He opened the door, being greeted by a small woman, backed up by tall redhead, surprise evident on their faces.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah, we're looking for the ass my best friend ran away with and ended up married to last night. You know anything about that, sad-looking little boy?" Y/F/N/2 fired away, pointing at the eldest Hughes.

A cackle came from inside, Cole turning up beside him in the next instant. "I think you're in the right place, ladies."

Quinn rolled his eyes, stepping aside so the two women could come inside, meeting the other men in the living room, who immediately sized them up and down, eyebrows raised, most likely waiting for their reaction.

No reaction. They could not give two shits about them, and the annoyed looks on their faces were proof of it.

"Where's Travis?"

"Trevor." Y/N corrected her friend, using her fingers to rub at her temples. "I'm pretty sure we've got the right room."

"Yeah, you got the right one..." the blond man spoke quietly, probably for the first time in his life, coming from the bedroom. "Wife."

welcome to the ducks, leo! also, i totally made up the "rookies in vegas bad luck" thing. i do it all for the plot!

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