"________, stop wasting your fucking life of that shit game." Your mum says to you calmly while washing dishes. " Oh my fucking god mum, for the last time, this isn't a shit game.IT'S MY LIFE." Your mum gives you a death glare. "Just go to your room." Your mum continues to clean the dishes.
You slam your bedroom door and jumped onto the (f/c) quilt. Your (h/c) scattered all over the pillow you laid on. "How are you my precious, wing." Flappy climb through the window. " Sup' Fappy." You said while winking. "Ooooh, naughty." Your boyfriend replies, winking back. " So, how do you feel about spending the evening in Italy, ______?" Flappy asks you. "That'd be cool." You reply. "Mmm k" Flappy gets you to grasp onto his shit wings. "You're not going to drop me into a desert in the middle east like last time, RIGHT?" You start to panic. "Of course not honey."
Yeah, your boyfriend just lied to you. He dropped you three times over the effiel tower (ouch). Once over the statue of liberty and by the end, you were in the Atlantic ocean. So yeah, you and your boyfriend had to swim it.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT YOU LITTLE ASS." You shout at your husband. "It's ok, it'll be worth it when you get to see my pipe in the hotel later ;)" You wink. "Mmmmm yas babe."
TO BE CONTINUED
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Flappy bird x Reader LEMON
Fanfiction*If you enjoyed my: Gary the snail x Reader LEMON, you'll love this* You and you're future husband, Flappy, go on a romantic date to a resturant in Italy. {WARNING CONTAINS MILD FLAPPING}
