Hello Hello, We meet again Nessy! I have forth with another idea for sfawtde/dawtde!
I am so not using this to cope!
D3rlord x Love! Female! Reader x Avery!
Waiter, Oneshot Please!
Plot: The reader will be based on the Iloveyou virus and a lil bit of Eternal Sugar for this. Similar to the king if yellow, being a god, instead, a nice one but just sort of lonely.
does not like the king for being boring and horrifying. they rather be nice than that entity.
so for this order, Derek and Avery go to a cave deep to mine, the reader both of them and wishes to meet in person. since they are mostly feared by most minecraft players as a virus and some even deleting them.
they just hope for company. so they transported bith of them to their world, a complete contrast of the king's worlds. it is almost like a paradise. (make it like ESC's)
As Avery happily tries everything and having fun while Derek does not trust them as he refuses the offerings by their servants.
eventually, the reader explains to both their backstory, with Avery feeling bad and crying while Derek accepts them in.
and now the reader is no longer lonely as they both hug both. plus they watch or stalk both of them through their computers respectfully. like through a popup or one of those companions that wander off through the computer btw :3
also writes them king messages when they need it, in return, hang out with them and with both telling them about the outside world.
TY!
Ooo, you're scratching a new part in my brain and I love how you think!
The idea of a virus-esque reader is already very intriguing because I love non-human entity readers already but also a digital being?? Ugh, take my liver- /j
As requested, She/her reader and I hope you enjoy~
You were one of the lesser known eldritch entities.
Other eldritch beings saw you as soft and too mortal for your status.
But can they blame you? Ever since you started existing you were craving to be loved and tried to understand mortals because entities like the King in Yellow were far too boring and stubborn. Although, sometimes his chosen vessels interested you.
Just like today, when you managed to spot his newest victims before they even met him. It was a rare occurance but that meant you had a chance.
Before they could descend towards the King, you decided to open a hole underneath them. It served as a portal to your "garden", as you called it. Really, it was a world that just had a pink-ish sky, matching clouds all around and some unique creatures floating around like Allays, bearing a much cuter and much tinier resemblance to you. You could control the world and your little minions fully but you did expect them to need more convincing since you did just kidnap them...
Don't be afraid, I had wished to save you from your fates!
You knew that message would probably not do you any favours, given that you were still a strange entity to them. An eldritch being warping itself into a form they could comprehend to gain their trust but struggling to find a size that can still make you feel bigger without it seeming threatening.
Most were afraid or disturbed in the past, be it from your form or behaviour, but you always tried to learn from the mortals that slipped from your grasp and adjust to one day convince someone to stay in your world. To stay with you.
But first meetings never get easier. There just isn't one way to introduce mortals into your realm without them feeling alarmed.
<TheMostMayo> This would be creative for a bedwars map but I doubt we're all that safe
<D3rlord3> It kind of reminds me of the Aether
I could have it look like the Aether too if you'd prefer.
You were aware how risky it was but you let the world shift around the two, disconnecting land between islands and spreading them across the expanse. You hadn't seen much of the Aether itself but heard enough from previous victims visitors to get a rough idea. Floating islands, winged creatures, the whole deal. You didn't know how to make the winged creatures though so you had to settle with only changing the world itself.
But one goal was clear; You could not let them leave.
It was maybe after an hour of you trying to have your chibi-duplicates offer them various items to convince them to stay which only seemed to satisfy Avery but Derek's refusal made you a little nervous. Were your offerings not good enough? Did he not like the world? Was he bored?
<D3rlord3> Can we ask questions?
You were puzzled. Of course you'd be happy to answer any questions they had and were already going over all your explanations for the questions previous guests had asked.
'They couldn't leave because another entity was after them.' 'You just want them to be comfortable in your "garden".' 'They weren't the first and won't be the last.' 'You were fascinated with mortal beings and want to understand them.'
<D3rlord3> What are you?
Now that... Made you pause. So much so that even your mini-clones stopped to look taken aback. No one's ever asked you to describe yourself. You even hesitated to answer because how do you explain your existence to a being that shouldn't normally be able to comprehend your true form?
I'm
The word lingered in chat but the two seemed to patiently wait for an answer as your unease washed over you. How much of the truth would be too much? How much would you reveal before they inevitably tried to leave?
I'm something completely different from you. A being that could drive you insane from trying to understand its true form. However, I have crafted myself a form that will be easier on your minds and eyes. I am a being that seeks something rooted in your very existence.
Yeah, that should do, right? Surely that's enough to-
<TheMostMayo> But why us? There's lots of others out there?
<D3rlord3> And why can't we leave?
Did they try to leave?! Oh no, oh no no no- That won't do!
PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME
I CAN'T DO THIS AGAIN
I CAN'T BE ALONE AGAIN
The messages flooded out of you before you could stop them. A blinding panic having lured you out of hiding to teleport in front of them, your towering frame shaking from the thought of loneliness. You were desperate not to lose another guest and them logging off would mean the King could follow them again! You couldn't let that happen!
I beg of you
I will do anything but I can't let him get to you
I can't take being alone again
I just need more time to understand you
They could hear your faint cries through their headphones. It sounded nothing like a human crying but that was all the more convincing they would need to believe you.
<TheMostMayo> Is someone after us? I'm sure we can figure something out to help you as you helped us!
<D3rlord3> Who is it?
You debated telling them but not telling them now would be suspicious and push them away, somethingyou couldn't afford at the moment.
The King in Yellow. He sought a new vessel and you two were fated to be tortured for it if I hadn't brought you here. His realm is closed off to me just as mine is closed off to him so I had hope that if you stayed, he would eventually grow bored and leave you be.
But I also wanted to avoid alarming you with telling you everything right away.
You mortals are quite interesting and hard to understand because you all react so differently to the same situations.
Your form beyond their sight shivered in anticipation and you caught yourself mimicking the nervous behaviours you had witnessed from previous guests. Maybe it was your obsession with mortals that had an influence over your own behaviour now but their lack of reaction gave you a sense of confidence. Maybe they would accept you even just a little longer?
<TheMostMayo> Then maybe we could stay a little longer!
<TheMostMayo> And if we need to, we could probably just avoid making a new world or even leave minecraft running if you really need us to stay
<D3rlord3> Although it would be better if we could actually shut off the game and save more on the energy bills
You were far too excited, swooping down to meet them in the form of a player model only twice their size with blocky wings you modeled yourself for a prettier look. Plus, moving the wings sometimes helped with feeding your craving for human admiration. Their screens did glitch a bit from how your model moved outside of the game's limitations to hug them with way too fluid movements all around but they didn't seem to fight back upon seeing the excitement in the chat.
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
I promise I'll make sure you won't forget it and I'll wait patiently if you promise to return even after the King gives up!
Anything you want, I'll do it!
It was odd, being hugged by a much larger entity and just having to accept that they've become your friends now and there was no going back since you seemed determined to protect them... Yeah, maybe they shouldn't mentioned how much your behaviour reminded them of a dog...
A... Big and... Eldritch one but... Well...
At least now you had some friends to tell you what the real world was like? Though you might want to hold onto the thought of choosing a vessel to see it for yourself... Wouldn't want to stop to the same level as the King with his foolish plans...
At least your patience awarded you a cute a new form to interact with them outside of the game and learn even more about humans. Were they playing it safe or actually trusting you?
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☀️Maxie🌋
You had loved your boyfriend.
Arguably, you still did.
But, upon learning what his plans were… Needless to say, you were a bit upset a man so dedicated to science failed to see the faults of messing with the ecosystem. You needed space to think. To think he was so foolish… Frustration ate at your heart. Something told you that arguing would fail to get the result you wanted. He was as stubborn as his beloved partner pokemon could be.
So, you opted to ignore him. Easy enough. He would likely be too busy to even notice that you had not replied or called him back. By the time he did, you would have already made up your mind about your next move.
The sheer number of texts and calls had been unexpected.
They started off as his usual clinic method of texts and a regular number of calls, but as a day turned into another, they became more and more panicked. Desperation bled through on the third day. You opted to just block him. This had completely caught you unawares. Courtney, you could see doing this, but… Maxie? Your Maxie? No.
It was as you walked in the streets of Lilycove with the scent of sea in the air and Wingulls caring above that you saw him again. His usually carefully styled hair was a mess. Heavy dark circles were under his eyes. He was down to just his turtle-neck and shorts. Your eyes locked with each other. Rushing towards you, he caught your hand. He was never one for overly showy affection in public.
“My dear,” his voice was raspy, “Oh, there you are… I was so worried those Aqua thugs had taken you!” You cocked up a brow. Archie's crew? They were not… that type of group. Especially not to someone who was a friend of their leader. Maxie seemed to take in your confusion at his exasperation.
“… Y-you were not answering my calls or my texts,” his eyes desperately stared into your own, “Are you upset with me? Did I do something wrong?” You swallowed. Maxie seemed hysterical. What happened? You supposed that you had ignored him for a few days, but that assuredly would not have resulted in this reaction. The man you knew was logical. “Please,” he begged, “Just…speak to me.”
Your voice was caught in your throat. How could you bring up your concerns about his plans when he was like this…? It was difficult to find the words to say, which made his grasp on your wrist tighten even more. Your eyes averted to a nearby building. Quietly, you lied that your phone had broken. Maxie's shoulders tensed up, but he seemed to collect himself.
“I… I see,” he let your wrist go and straightened his back, “I apologise... I just was so worried when I didn't hear back from you.” A hand came to readjust his glasses. “… Come with me to my office,” he continued, “I… want to spend some time with you.”
Something told you the hysteria would return if you declined. There was simply no way to get out of this.
Hopefully, your phone did not go off.
🎩Avery🥄
The flat was a nice one.
Expensive furniture, high-end electronics, a pleasant view. Really, it was a dream. The location was in a sought after area of Wyndon that only the elite of the elite usually took accommodation within.
You looked out the window and sighed. These places were meant to be nice and comfortable. So, of course, the walls were sound-proofed. You could only wonder if there were any neighbours at all. They likely knew about you. What with how you screamed and banged on the walls. Of course, no one had ever come to help you.
Because, unfortunately, your apparent boyfriend had a family with connections and money. Old money, at that.
You felt so stupid for ever having been nice to him. His frustration at being rejected by his family for his weak psychic abilities and the isolation that seemingly followed that… You only wished to comfort him and encourage him. He could still be a wonderful trainer, you had told him. What did it matter that he only could telekinesis? That was more than you could do. His chest would puff up with pride after that.
You loved seeing his smug grin then, and his focus on proving himself. Avery always worked so, so hard. Even when he used tricks, he was so desperate to have his efforts appreciated. There was nothing he liked more than praise.
You would have dated him if he had asked back then.
But, he hesitated, and you found another person.
Avery's confession going awry resulted in him apparently developing some latent psychic power. Or maybe he accidentally threw something in his fit of rage. You could not be certain, as you had been unconscious almost immediately after.
And then… You were here. Your wrists were bound together as you laid on violet, silken sheets. A cry left you as you struggled, begging for help. The only one who heeded your call had been Avery. He stared at you before speaking. “… I… I don't like this arrangement either,” he crossed his arms over his chest, “But, you forced my hand! How could you choose some horrid punk over me?” You insulted him, calling him anything and everything you could think to hurt his feelings.
But… A cloth came around your head and silenced you in the middle of your rampage. You struggled against it, but your hands were quite literally tied. Avery shook his head. His ticked his tongue and left the room.
A narrative was crafted from there on out that you understood. You were Avery's loving partner, who stayed in the home while he dedicated himself to his gym and proving himself. His biggest supporter, you supposedly were, but forced to remain at home due to some condition. You had grown annoyed. That was likely why any neighbours ignored your pleas and attempts for attention. It was frustrating.
“My love,” he called out as the front door clicked open and shut behind him. A stupid, complicated passkey and thumbprint reader kept you locked away. The bedroom door opened as be gazed at you. He was wearing normal clothing, so he likely had made a grocery run. Or maybe he got take-out. “Did you miss me? Ha, of course you did. Why wouldn't you?” His hand came to stroke your cheek. “Well, guess what your beloved got you?” You narrowed your gaze and said your beloved was elsewhere. Avery's glasses caught the light oddly as his nose scrunched up.
“… What nonsense are you spouting now?” he brought his hand to rest on your shoulder, “Stupid nonsense… Honestly, why are you still even thinking about them?” You bit your tongue. There was no need to get him more riled up than he already was. “I don't even need telepathy to know what's on your mind,” Avery leaned his face closer to your own, “But it's not what you think it is. I'm just keeping you safe from a stupid decision!” He suddenly pulled away.
“Think that over. I'm going to watch telly for a bit.”
Throwing your head back, you pondered if it would be easier to trick him than hoping he would break on his stubborn streak.
▽Emmet△
Ingo's sudden disappearance is what caused this, you knew.
But, you found yourself wondering if anything else would have eventually set this off.
He seemed just too prepared for this scenario. Sure, he liked bondage, but proper cuffs to secure someone to a bed like this for long periods of time? You wanted to hit yourself for being so blind. Granted, you were thankfully past that now. Emmet had so graciously given you the right to walk around your own damn shared home.
He was out currently, still as work. You were not sure when he had left, as he had allowed you to sleep in this morning. Most things were restricted from you. Any and every device that could connect to the internet was denied. You were too much of a risk, still. He knew you would still run the hell away at your first given opportunity. Whatever pity you originally had for him after his brother vanished was long gone.
But, as much as you tried. The front door did not budge. He had installed a few extra locks that were far too complicated for you to even mess with. The balcony door similarly restricted. And, unfortunately, the windows were made of thick glass that would prove far too difficult to break open.
It was frustrating.
Especially when you had been quite content with your relationship before all this. The paranoia of having his brother just… suddenly disappear had been forced onto you. Your previous weekends out enjoying whatever cafés he had been told about by Elesa were slowly phased in to spending long treks of time at home.
You crossed your arms over your chest. He left you games, at least. Though, the internet was entirely disabled. Your days were horribly boring. Nothing changed. It had been like this for well over a month. Emmet handled everything, only wishing for you to remain safe in the sanctity of the apartment. At this point, you would take whatever the hell happened to Ingo over this. Or, Emmet, maybe realising that things like that do not just happen every day.
Your mind drifted to a past day.
Early on into this madness, you had managed to escape the cuffs while you thought he was at work. Instantly, you dressed yourself in a baggy t-shirt on the floor and whatever bottoms you could find. Rushing out of the room, you got to the front door. Those locks. Those damned locks. You fell to your knees in absolute mortification. Was there any chance of getting away? You began to bang on the door and plead for help.
When the doorknob began to twist and turn, you felt excitement.
Was someone here to save you?
You desperately cried out.
Then, the locks turned. One by one.
The door opened.
Emmet stared down at you.
That smile he wore had never seemed so sinister. The shadow from the brim of his cap covered his eyes.
“Darrrling,” he trailed out, easily catching you when you tried to dash out. The door was shut and locked. You let out panicked breaths. Why was he doing this!? He needed serious help. Looking up at him, he turned to you and took off his cap.
Suddenly, his eyes were filled with tears as he fell to his knees before you. “I am Emmet,” his voice warbled, “I love you.” You blinked. He repeated himself, “I love you.” A hand reached out towards you. Leaning away, you saw hurt in his eyes. “I love you!” his voice raised, something that startled you more. He never yelled. Arms came around you as he sobbed into your nape. “Please do not leave me,” he continued, “Do not abandon me! Do not disappear, too! I am begging you!”
All you could do was let him sob as you realised how fruitless everything truly was.
You laid down on the couch and let the mundane television show continue.
Maybe Ingo would return.
That would fix everything you wanted so desperately to believe.
💫Volo📜
Something about Mount Coronet seemed to draw you in.
Part of you knew it was the memories that you had associated with it, but another half felt draw in by a sick curiosity. Would anything else happen upon this mountain? This place where you had to fight for your life to protect this world in a time long past. That event was entirely forgotten to the modern era, of course. Claiming to have done such a thing would no doubt only get you laughter. Most failed to believed that you had actually gone to the past at the call of a legendary deity.
It was isolating, but… You tried not to think about it. You simply disappeared for a year to the whole world and came back covered in new scars and injuries with clothing from over a century ago. The hiking bag on your back was clutched to you. Once again, you were the champion of Sinnoh. Cynthia congratulated you in beating her once again, yet you struggled to meet her eyes.
A raw, painful memory was split open by her countenance.
That eye… The same as the eye you saw in your dreams. And in your nightmares.
Spear Pillar was chilly. Your coat swayed in the wind. You sat down on the steps. Leaving Hisui had been a difficult decision. Gazing up at the sky, you recalled that previous year. The faces of those who came to be of importance to you. The kindness of the professor and your fellow member of the Survey Corps. All the suffering you faced as an outsider – all the painful wounds from fighting the nobles. You closed your eyes. A horrible feeling of betrayal from one that you trusted most of all. The one who offered a hand to you during your lowest moment where all you could do is cry and wonder how long you would make it.
It would be so much easier to despise him.
But you could not.
“Someone else all the way up here?” a voice called out from before you. Opening your eyes, you saw a man in a thick coat with his hood up. Fur lined the outside and made his face difficult to discern. You nodded in reply, not having much to say. “I had heard there was a recent incident here, but it seemed nothing had changed much,” he noted, walking towards the destroyed ruins, “But, I guess it's difficult to destroy an already ruined temple.” Something about his words made you tense up.
He stared down at you.
A scream left you as he suddenly pinned you to the ground. You struggled desperately, but his strength was something else. His sheer height threw you off, too. “This modern era really has made you weak,” he teased. You blinked. Holding your wrists together with one hand, he pulled back his hood to reveal a face you never expected to see again.
“I missed you,” his smile was malicious, “I've been waiting so long, don't you know?”
A familiar teardrop pendant laid on your chest.
Volo.
Volo?
How was he…? You struggled more desperately. Was this a nightmare? You had so many like this, but nothing you did seemed to awaken you. Panicked breaths came in and out of you.
“Time and space won't keep me away from you,” his face hovered directly above your own. Blond strands serving like a curtain from the rest of the world. “We are fated to be together since Arceus deigned to spit you out of that portal.”
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MDNI
TW: Heavy mentions of blood/injury, violence, animalistic creatures not knowing what personal space is.
Part 1
Masterlist Here!
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You woke up to claws in your hair.
The talons picked through the strands, the sections, pulling out leaves and debris that were promptly tossed into a small pile sitting on the cave floor. A heavy, pained exhale escaped you before you could really think about it, struggling to compose yourself through the haze of sleep and the pain radiating from your poor body.
The creature chittered down at you, nosing at your temple in an effort to soothe before continuing its ministrations as you somehow stayed calm and quiet. It stopped after it was seemingly satisfied, moving to your other side to put itself in your line of sight.
It was less scary now- or maybe that was delirium caused by the exhaustion of excruciating pain. The creature was still terrifying, but strangely ethereal now that you weren’t being chased down in the shrouded forest. Its wings looked soft, held itself with confidence, but it was chittering above you like you deserved to be taken care of.
Your ankle throbbed, pulling a visible wince from you that twisted your face and tensed your shoulders. The creature cooed, running a hand over your hair in another attempt to keep you comforted. It lifted the blanket it had tossed over you and pulled your ankle back into its hands, assessing the excessive dark bruising and concerning swelling.
It made a sound that almost sounded inquisitive, stepping away to grab your satchel and begin digging through it. Your protest was meek and ignored, watching as your satchel was thoroughly dumped out. It grabbed painkillers you kept in the event of a headache or sore muscles, pouring three into its hand and holding them out to you.
Sighing, you swallowed them dry and thumped back into the nest, appreciating silently how it tucked everything back into your bag. That appreciation died as it got in your face, making you wince as the glow of its eyes hurt your own. You pushed back on its shoulders with a hiss of protest, hearing it huff before it grabbed your jaw and made you look at it.
It stared into your eyes, assessing something before leaning forward and pressing its face into the crook of your neck, lips brushing over the junction, promptly sniffing you, “aye!” You furrowed your brows, kicking your good leg and squirming, “get off me!! Creep!” It growled lowly in warning, using the grip on your face to keep you pinned. It didn’t do anything but sniff and leave its smell all over you, invading your nose and your senses.
Finally, after what felt like a very awkward and embarrassing eternity, it got off you and let you go. You stretched your jaw a bit, thoroughly flustered, “what was that for??” With no answer, it stepped away into the bloodied crevice you’d been purposefully ignoring. To your horror, it brought over a clump of raw and bloodied meat, “okay- no- nononono! I am not eating that! I just want to go home!” The creature tilted its head, pausing with an annoyed chittering sound and eating the meat itself. It made you gag.
It swiped the blood off its claws onto the cloak it wore and grabbed your satchel, tossing it on top of you for you to carry before scooping you up into its arms. You wished it didn’t have to fly you home, but if it got you there? Whatever.
The creature went slow, gliding elegantly above the large trees below. The wind tangled through your hair and up your skin, a feeling that was strangely soothing. You stared up at the creature for a moment, taking in its strangely human face now that you could actually see it. Its eyes glowed still, but somehow it didn’t seem as intense as it had before, like a dull flame flickering in the dead of night.
The flight ended when the creature was sitting you down at the edge of the forest, right on the bottom step of your back porch. It stared down at you for a moment before digging for something under its cloak, hesitantly holding out three of its feathers, the ones you had picked up the day before. Its posture was uncertain and shifty, like this was something important- or embarrassing to do.
It was a startling gesture, almost felt like a courting gift, but you took the feathers despite the little voice in the back of your head telling you to shoo it away. You truly thought they were beautiful, they’d look nice hung up somewhere in your home, “thank you. They’re beautiful.” You offered a grateful smile, well aware of how wonky it looked. The creature looked incredibly proud, feathers puffed up as it leant down to press its forehead to your’s.
Your face warmed, watching it step back and launch itself up into the sky, a streak of gold and red.
“What is my life..” you were in disbelief, wincing as you tried to stand, sitting back down miserably. You needed a doctor.
And a nap.
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“What the-“ this was getting ridiculous.
It was any average morning. You were heading out back to take care of your herb garden, ankle in a firm splint to keep it from jostling as you hobbled around on crutches. You startled as you were met with a freshly killed deer carcass sitting on your bottom steps. It was neat and killed cleanly, but it was still like- a whole dead creature that appeared out of nowhere.
This wasn’t the first time either.
It had become a trend, something you expected but still found unnerving. At the start of the week there would be a carcass on your steps, but an item of some kind at the end. You’d received meats of all kinds and anything from shiny things to fabrics.
It was those creatures, they didn’t hide it well.
You were (regretfully) extremely familiar with the scent of the bird, and the killed creatures always had a layer of thin slime across their fur or feathers. Was this like..a peace offering? Or a sign that they think you’re incapable of taking care of yourself? A threat even?
You used what they gave you of course. Food was food and tools were tools, but you hoped you weren’t slowly becoming indebted to them or something.
Maybe you should leave them something in return?..
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That’s it for now! Hope you enjoyed!
Have a nice day and stay safe!
- Moss Man (but with a million pride flags sticking out of the moss)
summary: A date with Avery goes really wrong, so he teaches you a lesson after your usual dates on Saturday evenings.
warnings: rape/non-con, transphobia, dead dove, whump, usage of terms like "pussy" for reader's genitalia, more in ao3 page
note: i wrote this during my horny free time while waiting for the avery mansion update since i haven't had much time to draw. please enjoy and don't read if you are in a bad headspace 🫶 take care of yourself, dear reader.
tags/warnings: mirror sex, pet names, penetrative sex, some mild posessiveness from avery, me spreading the pro avery agenda again so he's probably ooc just don't worry about it
Standing in front of the full-body mirror, you examined yourself from head to toe. Of course you had seen how you looked before the night began, but that was in a cracked mirror in the dimly-lit orphanage bathroom. This rather extravagant mirror in your hotel room gave a very different look.
It was hard to imagine yourself looking like this a year ago. Thanks to being with Avery, new doors had opened for you. On your first date with him, you remembered wearing a slightly ratty dress because that was all you had. Now, your makeup was perfect, your hair was done neatly, and the dress you had on was a new one Avery had picked out for you personally.
“Admiring yourself, are we?” You turned to see Avery walking out of the bathroom. He chuckled softly as he strode over to you, placing himself behind you and gazing at your face in the mirror. “Not that I’m blaming you. You look beautiful, my little doll.”
His words made you feel warm, even though you were rather tired from the swanky party the two of you had been at earlier. Instead of taking you home, Avery decided the two of you would stay the night at this hotel.
With a smile, you looked at his reflected face. He too looked a little tired, his tie loosened around his neck and his previously perfect hair slightly ruffled. Avery pressed a kiss to your cheek, his eyes not leaving your face in the mirror. “Everyone tonight was jealous. They all wanted to have a bite of you.” One hand settled on your waist, as the other gently stroked the skin of your leg, exposed by the slit in your skirt. It sent a shiver through you, and Avery pressed his body against your back.
“That’s not true,” you murmured, unable to keep the smile off your face.
Avery’s lips trailed from your face down your neck. “It is. Someone even asked me how much you would cost.”
A pleased sigh escaped your lips as Avery’s mouth worked the fragile skin of your throat. “And what did you tell them?”
His voice was breathy and you could feel his erection push against your back as his fingers clenched your waist almost possessively. “I told them my princess isn’t for sale.”
Avery tilted your chin towards him and captured your mouth in a searing kiss. He slowly ground his rapidly hardening cock into your ass as your tongues met. Avery gently tugged down the neckline of your dress - clearly, he didn’t want to rip the expensive fabric - and your breasts were exposed to the air, unable to wear a bra with how the garment was shaped. The temperature of the hotel room immediately made your nipples harden.
He squeezed and groped at your tits, not for your pleasure, but for his own. The kisses got deeper, more passionate, while his grinding on you equally intensified. Avery hiked up your skirt and groaned when it was revealed you weren’t wearing any panties.
“You little tease,” he whispered into your ear, raising the hair on the back of your neck.
“Didn’t want any lines to show,” you whispered back, carefully watching his face in the mirror you still were standing in front of. Being alone with Avery like this always felt thrilling. It was exciting to see the confident, charming businessman come undone when it was just the two of you.
Avery quickly undid his belt and tugged down his slacks and underwear in one move. He rolled a condom onto his hard cock and rubbed it through your slick folds, lubricating himself.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, one hand grasping your waist and the other forcing your chin forward to look at your reflections. Your hair, once perfectly styled, was falling out and frizzing. Your lipstick was smudged all over your mouth, and Avery’s too. It was an attractive look on you, you had to admit. Your cheeks were flushed and lips slightly swollen.
And slowly, Avery sank his length into you, both of you moaning as his dick stretched out your walls. “Ah - Avery…” you whined as he bottomed out in you.
“Feels so good,” Avery mumbled, grinding his hips. Slowly at first, then he began to pick up speed. “Look at you. You’re taking me so well.”
You didn’t often have the chance to see yourself in this situation, and you couldn’t stop looking in the mirror. You and Avery both were fucked out, slightly slack-jawed, breathing heavily as he repeatedly thrust into you. The only sounds in the room were your breathy moans and the slap of skin on skin.
“Mm, feels good,” you whined, Avery’s hands practically holding you up. His cock was drilling into you at the perfect angle, and you dropped one of your hands to sloppily rub at your clit.
Avery’s thumb, still cradling your chin, slipped into your mouth. And being ever-so-compliant, you let him, sucking on the digit. He hissed at the sensation. “So fucking hot. Such a perfect little doll.”
Everything was so overwhelming, and you knew you were coming undone. “Avery - please - harder,” you moaned through gritted teeth.
And he did, thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow. Without his strong hand on your waist, you surely would have collapsed. As it was, the two of you were both barely holding on - you could feel Avery’s knees shaking.
Your orgasm washed over you as breathy little “ah - ah - ah’s” spilled from your mouth repeatedly. And your walls clenched down on Avery’s cock, causing him to moan uncontrollably himself.
Avery pulled his hand out of your mouth to stabilize your waist as his own climax rapidly approached. You gazed at him in the mirror. His face was bright red, his eyes were squeezed shut, and he looked so vulnerable in a way that he hardly ever did. And there you were, so fucked out, pupils blown wide. You were visibly trembling.
And with a final thrust, sheathing his entire cock inside your walls, Avery came, biting down on your shoulder to keep from crying out. That surely would leave a mark. You watched his reflection as his shoulders rose and fell, trying to catch his breath. He let out a sort of breathless laugh when he noticed you watching him.
“Like what you see?” He teased, kissing where he had just bitten down on you. Then, Avery pulled out, letting your skirt fall back down around your hips. You quickly took it off entirely, not wanting to stain it with your leaking juices, and also wanting to sit down on the fluffy hotel bed before your legs completely gave out.
Avery watched you closely, this time directly and not through the mirror, as he also got undressed. “That dress was a good fit, but I’m not sure if you should wear it in public again.”
You tilted your head, confused. “Why?”
He smirked as he kissed your cheek, resting a hand on your bare thigh. “It’s nice to have others look at your possessions with envy, but I don’t think I want to share this one.”
HIII OK SO THIS IS A REALLY SPECIFIC REQ SO IF U CANT DO IT THEN ITS ALL GOOD
so
COULD U DO AVERY X BESTFRIEND!READER (PLATONIC OFC) WHERE HER BESTGRIEND IS LIKE A SINGER / ACTRESS
MAYBE THE READER JS GOING THROUGH A ROUGH SPOT W JAMESON AND AVERY COMFORTS HER.
JUST SOME BESTIE LOVE YK
hi!! I’m SO SO SO SO SO SO INSANELY sorry it’s taken me so long to respond to this request it was literally requested on the 20th of august and I feel so bad!! but I finally finished and I hope you enjoy
title: she’s always there
pairing: avery x bestfriend!reader (platonic)
synopsis: after a fight with jameson you know you need avery at your side to make things right again
warnings: mild swearing
a/n: three months too late but I didn’t forget you, hope you enjoy anon :))
The door slams shut. The sound echoes through my ears, bouncing around my head, a painful reminder of all that had just exploded. I stumble forwards, my fingers shaking on the doorknob. I want to run to him but my legs are stuck in an invisible cement. So my body gives way and I crumble to the floor.
Tears blur my vision as I shake in a pathetic heap. My chest hurts with each ugly sob. I hate fighting, but I hate this even more. This pain, this agony. I sob harder until my throat is so raw only cracked sounds come out.
I stay there for what feels like hours, maybe even days. I’m heavy with exhaustion and grief. I know I need to get up but I don’t move. I can’t will myself out of this position. Fear flickers in the pit of my stomach. Why can’t I get up? I have no energy, no motivation.
Nothing, I feel nothing.
But even the dread of feeling nothing doesn’t even pull me from the numbness. My skin is thickened with a layer of senselessness. I’m too weighted by my own sadness to move. This happened before, this happened last time, this couldn’t happen again.
I could hear my heart thumping in my ears. The sound almost deafening. I’m taking sharp jagged breaths that I can’t control. I need Avery.
I need her more than anything right now. She promised me if things got bad again that she would be one call away. And she made me promise that I’d call her. I couldn’t break my promise, I’m not a person who breaks their promises.
But I haven’t seen her in weeks and what if she only thinks I call her when I’m struggling? What if she thinks I’m using her? What if she gets tired and just walks out like everyone else?
I usually block out ‘the before’. But I can remember snippets, like how I couldn’t to get out of bed, to get off of the floor, to move, to eat, to take care of myself and how I felt then I’m starting to feel now. An icy coolness is pulsating through my veins, so sharp that I can’t feel it anymore.
My phone is next to my face. I can see it. But my finger feels like they’re being dragged down my a large iron ball and chain. I can’t even reach my phone for my emergency contact. My hollow chest begins to throb.
“Call Avery,” I whisper to my phone, “please call Avery. I need her.”
One ring. Tw-
“Ave,” I murmur, my voice shaking.
She replies almost instantly, “what’s wrong?”
She’s sharp, she’s ready, she’s immediate. She’s going to help me pull myself together, I tell myself.
“I need you,” I whisper, not knowing what else to say other than the truth. I can’t sugarcoat anything now. I’m not fine. I can’t move.
“I’m coming,” Avery tells me.
“It’s getting bad again,” I snivel the words just blurting out before there’s enough time for them to be filtered
I feel her freeze for a moment, “bad?”
“I’m stuck on the floor,” I mumble, my throat hoarse and sore, “I can’t move.”
“Just wait there okay,” she comforts, “I’m coming.”
“My life is a mess,” I ramble, not being able to stop myself. I’ve lost control, over my mind, over my body, over my words.
“I’ll be over in two minutes okay, stay on the line with me,” she says urgently.
“I’m sorry,” I say choking out another sob, “I’m so so sorry.”
“Don’t you dare apologise,” she says firmly but with kindness behind her tone, “just sit tight and I’m coming.”
“Okay,” I exhale, trying to ignore the lump growing in my throat.
“What happened?” she asks so softly I just want to melt into even more of a puddle of a human being. I’m halfway there, my limbs sprawled every which way, my tearstained face covered by a curtain of hair.
“Everything went wrong,” I tremble, not knowing how else to describe it. The scene plays out in the mind again and again, a pitiless record of pain on loop.
“What’s everything?” Avery asks, her voice so mellow, so gentle, so calm.
“Jameson.”
His name sends a twinge of pain across my chest.
“Oh sweetie I’m sure it’s okay,” she says, “it’s normal for couples to fight.”
“Not like this,” I shake my head as if she can see me.
“Let me in and we’ll talk about it,” she says.
“You’re outside?” I ask my voice opting for the tone of a vulnerable child. She’d arrived faster than I thought she would.
“Yes,” she confirms.
“Door’s unlocked,” I murmur, the words kind of slurring into one another as I said them.
“I might get a speeding ticket tomorrow but it’ll be worth it,” the door opens, “besides Alisa will probably be able to get me out of it.”
“Mmmm,” I respond, feeling tired, each of my limbs weighing me down as if they were made of lead.
“Sweetie you need to stand up,” she tells me gently, I can feel her hand running up and down my arm rhythmically.
“I can’t,” I wheeze, everything was so heavy it ached.
“You can,” Avery replies, “I’m going to help you.”
“I’m tired,” I groan, my vision blurring as my eyelids fall shut.
“Then we can go to bed,” she says.
My lips quiver, “Avery?”
“Yeah,” she murmurs.
“I can’t stand up,” I whisper, the ghost of my voice vibrating against my throat, “I can’t do it.”
“Here then let’s sit up first,” she says.
Slowly she helps me into a sitting position. The world feels a little hazy. My head rolls backwards and thumps on the wall, it’s too heavy to hold up.
A flicker of pain spreads across the back of my head, the first real feeling in my state of numbness. She wraps her arms around me and I fall into her softly crying. I don’t know if it’s the pain in my head or the pain in my heart endorsing the tears but I don’t care.
She holds me tightly and tenderly as if she might never let go. I fear if she does I’ll fall apart and break into millions of pieces on the floor that can never be put back together again. My entire body shakes as my tears dampen my best friend’s shirt.
“Come on,” she says slowly, helping me to my feet after a long bout of silence.
I don’t want to move but my legs are willed too having obtained pins and needles from my static state. I don’t know how she managed to get me thinking about something other than my absence of feeling, allowing me to walk, but she did. We slump down on the sofa together and I curl up into her grip. I don’t want to let Avery go, not when my mind is retelling the story.
“What is your problem with me?” I scoff, putting the dishes into the cupboard not really meeting his eyes.
He’d been offish all through dinner, the one chance we actually had to spend time with each other and of course he picks that moment to be mad.
“My problem?” he says, with a bitter laugh, “you want to know my problem?”
“That is what I just said isn’t it?” I quip back, a bit snarky.
“Where are you half the time?” he asks, a degree of hurt in his voice that makes my heart twist.
I stare at him, dumbfounded as my brain registers the question, “what?”
“I never see you anymore,” Jameson tells me, “I mean any longer without you and I feel like I’m going to forget your face.”
“You do see me,” I reply curtly.
“No I don’t and you know it,” he snaps, a wild looking shining through his emerald eyes.
“Jamie I can’t help my schedule,” I sigh, putting my hands on my hips, “I didn’t choose this.”
“Maybe you didn’t but you’re not trying to do anything about it,” he accuses me.
“I am!” I exclaim, throwing my hands up into the air.
“No you’re not,” he shakes his head, “you’re not doing anything and it’s not fair.”
“Give it a month and-“
“No! I’m tired of waiting,” he says, desperation bleeding into his voice, “it’s always next month this and next week that, I’m sick and tired of waiting for us.” he runs a hand through his unruly hair, “isn’t love meant to come first?”
“I need a job,” I say in a low voice, “I need money Jameson.”
“I’ll give you money,” he groans a pleading look in his features.
“You don’t understand,” I yell, “I need to make this for myself.”
“Why?” he shouts, “I could give you anything you ever wanted!”
“I wanted to earn something, not just be given it,” I try to explain.
“You’ve earned everything you need to,” he presses on.
“Acting is what I love to do Jamie,” I tell him, the passion seeping into my voice, “these auditions are what I love to do.”
“I thought you loved me,” he shoots back.
“I do,” I exhale, “you know I do.”
Jameson shakes his head with a bitter and slightly pained sort of smile, “it feels like all you care about is this stupid work of yours.”
My eyes are squinted shut. I’m trapped in a memory I hate, held captor in a prison of my mind’s own making.
“Talk to me,” Avery whispers, “I’m here.”
“Jamie hates me, I barely see you, I overwork, I can’t sleep, all my auditions are going horribly and I’m just messing everything up-“ I ramble, my voice becoming thicker and thicker with emotion with each word.
“Hey,” she says softly, “just breathe.”
“I can’t, it’s like everything is coming at me all at once and I can’t handle it,” I choke, “I feel like I’m drowning Avery and every time I kick up to the surface another wave takes me out again. It’s this cycle that I can’t make my way out of.”
“Oh sweetheart,” she soothes, “just try for me and ignore all of it for a second and just look into my eyes.”
I meet her gentle hazel eyes, but they blur as tears fill my vision.
“Think about us,” she says, “right now. Me and you together, talking to each other. Focus on the present, stop thinking about the future and the past.”
My mind quiets a little, the raging storm of black clouds and loud sounds begins to dim down into a low hum. It’s still there but less. It’s better. A feel a spark of hope pulsate through my veins, previously darkened by hopelessness.
“Feeling a little better?” she tilts her head to the side.
“A little,” I nod hesitantly. I don’t want to speak too soon, there is still time for things too get much much worse.
“That’s good,” she smiles, “that’s really good.”
I exhale slowly, a little shakily. I lean further into Avery and her arms naturally wrap around me. I’m in the safety and warmth of her arms, her soft touch.
“I’ve got you,” she reminds me, “and when you’re ready, just talk and I’ll listen.”
“I don’t know where to start,” I laugh, buts it’s a forced laugh that I soon regret as if makes my throat ache.
“Do you want to talk about what happened between you and Jameson?” she suggests.
“You’re being so pathetic,” I snap, rolling my eyes.
“And you’re being selfish,” he exclaims.
I stop in my tracks and spin to face him, “for wanting to make something of myself for my life? I’m not you, Jameson. I didn’t get everything handed to me on a golden platter.”
Hurt flashes across his face.
“You think I haven’t worked for what I am today?” he barks, “you think I was just given all of this?”
“I’m just saying it’s not as simple as you think it is,” I groan, trying to walk away.
He stands in front of me, looking deep into my eyes, his tone softens, “I would move the sun and the stars just to spend time with you,” anger clouds his features, sending an overcast of fury to his eyes, “but I don’t see you trying to change anything to see me.”
“I have tried,” I tell him, “but it’s really difficult Jameson and I’m exhausted,”
“Exhausted of what? Of this, of our relationship,” he snaps, quick to jump to some ridiculous conclusion.
“Are you drunk?” I laugh.
“Why do you always think I’m drunk?” he shoots back, venom on his tongue.
“Because you’re spouting nonsense,” I reply, raising my voice a little.
“Of course, of course,” he rolls his eyes in his bout of sarcasm, “I’m the one who’s spouting nonsense.”
“What do you want me to do Jameson?” I ask, a lump growing in my throat, “drop everything for you?”
“Love comes with sacrifices,” he shrugs in response.
“So what I’m meant to sacrifice my entire passion?” I scoff.
He couldn’t be serious.
“No I’m just asking you to at least attempt to make more time,” he says, “I mean don’t you miss me like I miss you?”
“Of course I miss you,” I sigh.
“Then why don’t you show it?” he asks and I can see how much it wounds him, “you’re a closed book around me now. I used to be able to read you so well but now it’s like a blank page.”
“How would you know, I thought you didn’t see me anymore?” I bite back.
“We got into a fight,” I whisper, memories flooding back.
“A bad one?” Avery says carefully, like she’s treading on eggshells.
“He left,” I shrug.
“Asshole,” she mutters in my defence.
“No,” I shake my head, sitting back up to face her, “I was horrible, I would’ve left me.”
Beat.
“But he was horrible too,” I sniff.
“People say things they don’t mean in fights,” Avery points out, reaching to touch my arm.
“Or they say what they’re really thinking,” I blurt out, my mind is too consumed by my own thoughts to filter what I’m saying.
“More often than not it’s things they don’t mean, trust me,” she says, a tenderness in her voice that makes my heart squeeze, “besides Jameson can be a real impulsive idiot sometimes.”
“I love that about him,” I chuckle snivelling slightly, “but… it’s just that lately things haven’t been the same between us.”
“How so?”
“I’m leaving,” Jameson snaps. He’s finally had enough, he’s finally walking out on me. Of course. How could I possibly think someone could really love me as much as he said he did.
“Where are you going?” I ask, a sudden panic clawing at my chest overriding all of the built up anger and resentment.
“Why do you care?” he shrugs, grabbing his keys swiftly.
“Because I love you, you idiot!” I yell.
He stops and slowly turns around. Our eyes connect and for a split second deja vu washes over me and we’re meeting for the first time. I’m falling in love with his enchanting green eyes.
“Do you?” he asks, “really?”
“You’re being such an idiot right now,” I scrunch up my face as I shout, “I hope you know that.”
“If you’ll excuse me I’m going to go and get drunk and spout nonsense like I usually do,” he says, “according to you.”
“Oh come off of it,” I scream, a sudden surge of pure rage appearing.
“What?”
“Stop acting like mr high and mighty on your high horse,” I snarl, “it’s not fair.”
“You know what’s not fair, what you’re doing to me,” he barks, “I’m in limbo here, I don’t know whether you’re coming or going, the only time I see you is when I leave this house and you’re asleep.”
“Then wake me up,” I deadpan, arms folded.
“And make you even more exhausted?” he scoffs, “fat chance!”
“I’m giving you solutions and you’re just deterring them,” I exclaim.
“Because you know they’re stupid solutions,” he explodes.
“Well life is just keeping us apart. I’m always at auditions, he’s off with his brothers, then when I come home he’s asleep and I can’t sleep and then when I finally sleep, he wakes up,” I blubber, “we’re not getting enough time to be with each other and I’m trying so hard to make time, but I don’t have the energy because I’m so exhausted from everything else.”
“And that’s okay, that’s understandable,” she reassures me, “he’s probably just frustrated because he doesn’t get to spend time with you, that shows he loves you, right? Someone who didn’t wouldn’t experience these feelings.”
“I suppose,” I shrug, “but Avery you should have seen him. He was so mad when he walked out. It’s the biggest fight we’ve ever been in.”
“I’m sure things will get better, they always do,” she soothes, “I mean think about to your last fight, how long did that last?”
Barely a few hours, I recall. Jameson and I had never fought for long in our relationship. It was so hard to stay so mad at someone I loved so much.
“What if it’s different this time?” I murmur, imagining the worst.
“It’s not,” Avery says, “trust me.”
“He was just so mad,” I say, biting my lip, “I’ve never seen him look at me like that.”
“Hey, it’s gonna be okay,” Avery tells me gently, “whatever the outcome is, I’ve got you the whole way.”
“Thanks Ave,” I try to smile but it doesn’t quite reach my eyes, “he doesn’t get it, he thinks he does, but he doesn’t.”
“Maybe that’s why he’s getting so angry,” she suggests.
“I wish he would just let me explain,” I groan, putting my head in my hands.
“Why don’t you just communicate that to him?” she says.
“Because I have no time to!” I exclaim, not meaning to sound so defensive and snappy, “I just need to get through this month and then everything will be back to normal.”
“Sweetheart, I think you need to make some time to talk to him,” Avery says earnestly, “in this month. Explain this all to him, otherwise he’s going to keep building up all this anger for no reason and things are going to get worse.”
“Why is he so angry?” I ask in frustration, meaning for the question to be rhetorical.
“Because he doesn’t like not seeing you,” she replies, “he loves you.”
He love me. He loves me. He loves me. The words echo around my head relentlessly.
“I’m stupid,” I say, letting my head hit Avery’s shoulder.
“You’re not stupid,” she replies, putting her arm around me and rubbing small circles on my shoulder with her thumb.
“He hates me,” I mumble into her.
She shakes her head, “he doesn’t hate you.”
“It’s always the same with you, you always want more-“
“I want to see you,” Jameson yells, “is that so much to ask?”
“I will never be enough, you can’t just take me for who I am, what I am, what I need,” I shout back.
“What about what I need?” he questions, “I need to see you and it’s driving me crazy when we’re apart.”
“You need to find a coping mechanism then,” I reply, snarky and spiteful.
He looks at me with a look I’ve never seen in his eyes before. Pure unadulterated hatred. Like he wants me to burn on a thousand spikes after a session of torture.
“Fuck you,” he spits at me, his face so close to mine I can feel his anger.
“Piss off,” I hiss back.
“I will thank you very much,” he replies, swinging the door open.
“And don’t come home,” I snap, “I don’t want to see your face.”
“It’s not like you’ll notice, you don’t see my face anyway,” he calls, slamming the door shut behind him.
“What if this time he doesn’t come back,” I murmur, frightening myself more and more it’s each drastic thought that pops into my head.
“He will come back,” she soothes, continuing to rubbing small circles on my arm, “he always comes back to you.”
She has a point. Jameson always came back, he just needs time to cool off. I hope…
“You’re stronger than you think,” she whispers in my ear, like she can hear the doubts screaming in my brain.
“I don’t feel it,” I grumble.
“That’s what makes you even stronger,” Avery says.
“I’m crying over a boy,” I deadpan.
“Who hasn’t been there?” she smiles, wiping my tears away, “now come on, I’ll get the ice cream tubs, you grab the endless flow of blankets and pillows and we’ll have a movie night.”
I crack a small smile and nod as we stand up. She begins to walk while my legs struggle to follow.
“Avery,” I say, taking a small step forwards.
She spins around with a bright smile, “Yeah?”
“Thank you,” I exhale, “so much.”
sorry there haven’t been a lot updates lately I’ve been super busy 🤍🤍
I need to start actually posting my imagines/yume pov insert things here soooo imagine this:
Imagine you’re with Avery, walking along the rain soaked streets of Wyndon. It was a gloomy day and like always, the sky was a cloudy grey. The two of you walked the streets hand in hand, passing by expensive boutiques and the odd pub. Despite the city being Galar’s hub for… well, everything really, nothing caught your eye. No luxury leather loafers in a shop window, no exquisitely adorned emerald necklaces behind glass. Nothing seemed to interest you.
Until you saw something that made your eyes light up like a child on Christmas. A Build a Bewear Workshop! Tugging on Avery’s hand, the both of you walked into the brightly colored store.
Avery rolled his eyes. It’s a children’s store filled with plushies. And not just that, but clothes for the plushies, shoes for the plushies, gift bags, sweet scents, music boxes. It was absolutely ridiculous! Avery was an elegant adult, and as an elegant adult he did not concern himself with children’s playthings. Weren’t you a little too old for this sort of thing? He scoffed. You weren’t actually going to buy one, were you…?
Whatever judgement Avery was bestowing upon you, you were blind to it. You were too busy looking at the selection of plush pokemon, wondering which one you’d choose. A Pancham with sunglasses and sneakers, a Bonsly that wore a hard hat, a Fidough that smelled like cookie dough. They were all so cute, how could you possibly choose?
You walked around the store, looking for the plushie that spoke to your inner child. And then you found it. Just past the giant Bewear statue in the back left corner of the store, you saw it. A Mime Jr!
Like a proud hunter, you walked over to where Avery was standing, holding what looked to be the velvety skin of a very unfortunate Mime Jr. The plushie hadn’t been stuffed yet. Avery bit his tongue. He couldn’t believe the things he was putting up with for you.
Avery watched you walk up to the chipper looking worker, holding the plushie skin in hand. You handed off Mime Jr to the worker and Avery watched as the machine slowly brought the plushie to life by way of stuffing.
A few minutes later, you returned with an eager little smile on your face, holding your new stuffed friend. Avery looked into the plush Mime Jr’s beady little eyes and… admittedly cute clown nose. Pink and soft and… sweet smelling? You held the plushie up to Avery’s face for him to take a closer sniff. Cotton candy scented. All it needed now was a finishing touch. You walked over to the accessories section —of course there was an accessories section— and chose a miniature pair of round, silver framed glasses for the Mime Jr to wear. You put the glasses on the plush and held it right next to Avery’s face, snickering to yourself. The resemblance was uncanny!
Avery grumbled something about not being a clown and how his powers were still plenty potent. Secretly, he was flattered that you liked him enough to get a plushie to look like him. As silly as it was, it made you happy and besides it was elegant enough in its own strange, stuffed way. He wasn’t going to tell you that of course. No, he was going to do the gentlemanly thing and pay for the damn thing. Just to get you out of the store as quickly as possible. Not because he actually liked seeing you happy. Not at all.
You walked out of the store with emptier pockets but a fuller heart <3
