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marvelouslizzie · 1 year

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i wanna ruin our friendship

summary: James “Bucky” Barnes is a famous actor who just turned 40. He’s getting old and struggling with the fact that he isn’t what he used to be. When he finally opens up to you about how he’s struggling with body image, you assure him in a very unexpected way. Things take a turn after that point.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (Celebrity Bucky Barnes x Actress Reader)

word count: 4.1K

warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, long period of friendship, unspoken feelings, minor jealousy, alcohol consumption, body image struggles (Bucky is just struggling because of Hollywood’s unrealistic body standards), fear of aging and losing who you are, misunderstandings, pet names, slight dirty talk and praising if you squint, no use of a condom (the reader is on birth control), Bucky is 40 while the reader is 37, no use of y/n.

a/n: I was reading one of Sebastian’s old interviews where he mentions body dysmorphia and how it affects him. It inspired me to write this story. I hope you like it.

The story is beta-read by my dear @notafunkiller. Thank you so much!

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission. Every like, comment and reblog is highly appreciated.

The after-party is buzzing with energy. The room is crowded with so many familiar faces, you can’t even start naming everyone even if you tried. Sometimes you wonder how you ended up in a place like this, then you remember that you are an actress, too. It feels surreal because you were planning to stay a theater actress until you found your big break unexpectedly on the big screen.

That’s actually how you met James Barnes, your first on-screen partner. That’s how everyone called him, but you and a few close friends were always calling him Bucky. It makes you feel special. You look at him and see how he’s talking to Natasha Romanoff, his current partner. They are taking pictures together. You are sure it is meant to be shared by Natasha on her Instagram.

You find yourself walking towards the bar and ordering another drink. You usually don’t drink too much, trying to stay sober but having fun. It’s a thin line, but you managed to keep the balance so far. That gives paps less tea to share online. Tonight feels a bit different and you know it’s because of Bucky and Natasha. They are the perfect couple and you can’t help but feel jealous. Even though you have no right because Bucky is just a friend.

A hundred chit-chats later, you see Bucky in the corner of the crowded room. He seems down for some reason, you can always tell by the look on his face. He’s good at concealing how he feels. It’s almost like a poker face, but his eyes and his posture always give it away. Slowly, you walk towards him and he notices you right before you sit next to him.

“Hey, handsome. Why are you crying into your beer?”

“I’m not.” His answer is instant and you don’t buy it.

“Come on. I know you better than that. One minute you were happy, enjoying yourself, and now look at you: you're sulking in the corner. Something must have happened.”

He sighs. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

You think he maybe had a problem with Natasha and she isn’t around right now. Which is rare. Even though everybody’s attention is on her, she’s always around Bucky. You think it’s because of the unlabeled thing they have going on since they started working together. You never dared to ask if they are together or not. You aren’t ready for that answer yet.

“I know, doll. You are my best friend, but I just…” He stops for a second to think how he’s going to say this. “I don’t feel like myself.”

“What does that mean?” You ask with a frown.

“I’m not who I used to be.”

“Bucky, what are you talking about?”

He takes a deep breath. “I don’t feel like I’m that handsome talented guy I used to be, okay? I feel ugly and…” He looks down at his body. “Fat.”

“Oh, come on!”

“That’s the truth.”

“You are being ridiculous.”

“I’m not and I’m not the only one who thinks so.”

Oh. He must have read something.

“Please don’t tell me you looked at the comments again.”

“I… did.” He accepts with a defeated tone.

“We talked about this before. You should never do that.” Your tone reminds him of a teacher scolding their student and it makes him smile so slightly, but you don’t see it.

“I didn’t do it on purpose, darling. Natasha shared a photo of us together and I just went to like it.”

Oh.

“And you saw some comments?”

“Yeah. Saying that I’m getting older and uglier. I know I’m not a young man anymore but I’m just 40. Not dead yet, you know?”

“Yeah, of course not.” You take a huge sip from your drink.

“But they don’t think so and I started to notice maybe they are right.”

“Come on, Bucky!”

“I look in the mirror and every day I feel like I see a stranger, not myself. Since I stopped acting in those action movies, I’m not working out and dieting as hard as I used to and it’s so fucking visible. My reflection blinks at me in the mirror. Then I look around to see I’m alone. I’m old and alone. I missed my chance at happiness. I’m lucky if I can find someone to fuck me for the night.”

“I would fuck you, in a heartbeat.” The words just fly out from your lips and you can immediately see their effect on Bucky’s face.

“You would?” His expression seems completely different now.

“Yes… I would.” It’s too late to back down. Your long secret of having a huge crush on Bucky Barnes is basically exposed.

Without saying a word, Bucky takes your hand and drags you out of the after-party without saying goodbye to anyone. You have no idea where you are headed. In a matter of seconds, you find yourself in a cab with Bucky Barnes as he simply gives his house address and says nothing more.

The ride is short and silent. He doesn’t even look in your direction, his eyes are fixed on the road. You are regretting everything. Even the decision to come to this after-party. What were you thinking when you decided to take another drink because you saw Bucky and Natasha taking selfies? Where was your mind when you said you'd fuck him in a heartbeat? He must be so shocked. He's probably planning to talk to you in private, for your friendship’s sake.

I fucking ruined our friendship, you think.

When the cab ride is over, Bucky pays the driver and holds the door open for you. You are glad to see he’s still a gentleman towards you, even after you said something completely stupid. I should’ve kept my mouth shut, just like I did for years.

Finally, when you step inside his place, Bucky closes the door and pushes you against the wall with a kiss. It’s so unexpected, your breath hitches. His lips are relentless, moving between your lips, your cheek, and your neck. You try to breathe, but it doesn’t feel real.

“I can’t believe we are doing this,” he says between kisses.

You can’t either. You were expecting a serious talk. Not this.

“We shouldn’t do this.” You suddenly say when you remember Natasha. You didn’t even realize you left her behind when you two left the party so suddenly.

Bucky stops kissing you and looks at you with complete confusion. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have assumed. Was that… a pity comment?”

Now it’s your turn to feel confused. A pity comment? You pity yourself for exposing your crush, but definitely no pity for him. No way in hell.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You said we shouldn’t do this.”

“Because you are with Natasha and we left her at the party! This is wrong, Bucky. As much as I want to… we shouldn’t.”

“Natasha?”

“Yeah, Natasha.”

“What does Natasha have to do with this?” You can sense the confusion in his voice. It’s like he has no idea what you mean but… it makes no sense.

“She’s just so nice and pretty. No wonder you two got paired together.” You don’t even notice you didn’t answer this question.

“You think I’m pretty, too?”

You roll your eyes. “Everyone in their right mind could see you're pretty. Why are you even asking?"

"I am asking you, not everyone, doll." And there it is again. That damn nickname. Doll. You love and hate to hear him call you that. It’s warming your insides up until you remember he calls other girls doll, too. Especially Natasha.

"Stop with the nickname.” You finally say with a pained voice. This whole night is a huge mistake and you will be the one who gets hurt most. You can feel that the friendship you have with Bucky is slipping through your fingers already, so there’s no point in holding back now. “Of course you're pretty: the best eyes, fluffy hair. Tall. Looking good in suits. Two beautiful people."

“She’s just my partner and a good friend, darling. Nothing more.”

“But… but…” You stammer. “You are always together. She never leaves your side.”

“It’s because we are friends and I am helping her out.”

“Helping her out?” You repeat with confusion.

“She gets so much unwanted attention, she uses me as a shield, so less people would come up to her and talk.”

Oh.

It makes perfect sense and Bucky is always a gentleman.

“You thought we were together?”

“Yeah… kinda…”

Bucky moves closer to you and puts his hands on your face. “Doll…” Then he remembers what you said about the nickname. “Sorry. I never realized you didn’t like this nickname. I won’t use it anymore.”

His touch is so comforting and you feel relieved that there’s nothing going on between Bucky and Natasha.

“It’s not that I don’t like it.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I just… remember that you use that nickname all the time. It just doesn’t… feel special.”

“Darling, have you ever heard me calling someone else doll?”

His question makes you stop for a second. You actually never did. You just assumed he would be calling other girls doll as well because of the way he says it… It’s just so sexy.

“I… didn’t.” You struggle to answer through your confusion.

“Because I don’t call anyone doll. Except you.”

You can’t find words to respond, it feels like your mind completely stopped working. All you can think is how unbelievable all this is.

“Just me?” You repeat, trying to collect your thoughts.

“Just you.” He says reassuringly. “Can I keep calling you that?”

“Yes. Yes, you can.”

His hand slowly moves to your neck. It makes it even harder to think straight.

“Can I go back to kissing you?” His voice is deeper somehow.

You gulp first. Then nod. Your response makes him smile and it warms you up.

You imagined this moment many times, then put that image into the back of your mind just to keep going. Right now, his lips on yours are real. Not a dream, not a fantasy, and it feels so much better.

The way his lips move fires something inside you. Something you tried to surpass and forget, but that never happened. Whenever you felt his touch, even something as simple as hands brushing, you felt that fire inside you and now it's back. Stronger than ever.

Finally, your hands move to his face, cupping it as he kisses you with passion. Now both of you know that this has nothing to do with pity or self-assurance. That gives you the confidence you need.

Your fingers move towards his shoulders as you put your hands inside his jacket and push it back. It surprises him, but he doesn’t resist, just letting the jacket fall to the ground. Then your fingers travel to his shirt. The first button is open but the rest… You start to unbutton them one by one. Then suddenly you found yourself turned around and pressed against the cold wall. His lips are on the back of your neck and his fingers are looking for the zipper. You smile to yourself when you realize you aren’t the only desperate one here.

“It’s not on the back.” He can hear the smile in your voice even though he can’t see your face.

“Where is it?” He sounds frustrated and it’s so adorable.

“On the side.”

His hands quickly move to your side and find the zipper. In a second, you are already unzipped and your dress is pooled around your ankles. You give it a soft kick and get rid of the dress while you go back to unbuttoning this shirt.

You look up at him to see that he’s watching you undress him. There’s a slight smile on his face. You smile back in response and go back to unbuttoning him. When your work is done, he takes the shirt off himself and just tosses it on the floor. It doesn’t take him long to get rid of your bra. He unclips it so quickly, it surprises you. Everything's happening so fast that you feel like you're swimming. Like this is a dream. You grab his face and give him another kiss to remind yourself this is your reality right now. That you are free to touch him however you want. Your kiss takes a low moan out of him as his fingers travel down to your body, toying with the waistband of your underwear.

“No teasing.” You whisper against his ear and you see how your voice affects him up close. “This time.” You add and that slight smile is back on his lips.

“Are you promising me a next time already?” His voice is so low, so different you barely recognize it. He’s lost in the lust, because of you, and you can’t believe it.

“I mean… Maybe.” You sheepishly smile. You already know you want a second and a third time. He doesn’t have to know that, yet.

“Hmm… Depends on my performance, huh?” Before you can say anything he pushes his fingers under your last remaining clothes and you feel his finger brushing against your clitoris. A low moan escapes your lips.

Between him touching your clit and you finding yourself on your back on his couch is a complete blur. You don’t know how you ended up completely naked and Bucky between your legs as holding on to your dear life. His lips are on your pussy, licking and touching, driving you crazy. He definitely knows how to use his tongue and fingers. Even though his fingers aren’t inside you, his touches are skillful. Not too harsh, not too soft. Just the perfect amount of pressure. Then he sucks on your clit and you let out a half painful moan.

“Are you okay?” He lets go of your clit and looks at you concerned.

“No sucking on the clit please. Not that you aren’t good at it.” You feel nervous suddenly. “It just hurts. Personal preference.”

He smiles. “Noted.” And goes back to licking you. Soon the pain is long forgotten.

It feels like he’s everywhere on the most sensitive part of your body. It’s either his lips, his tongue, his nose or simply his fingers but the pleasure is overwhelming. Soon you find yourself moaning his name out loud while coming hard against his tongue.

He gives you a couple of minutes but doesn’t move at all. Instead, he pushes his fingers inside you when he decides you are finally back to yourself. When you feel one finger delicately pushing inside you, you raise yourself on the elbows.

“I said no teasing.”

“This isn’t teasing, doll.” He looks straight into your eyes. “This is me making sure you are ready for what I am gonna do to you next.”

“What are you going to do to me?” You ask breathlessly.

“Whatever you wanna do, baby, and I feel like you want to get fucked hard.” He stops for a second to read your expression. “Am I wrong?”

His question catches you off guard. He is talking so openly and directly, you feel a little shy. You are not used to voice your needs this openly, yet that’s one the biggest problems you had in the past. Partners not communicating open enough and assuming things. He’s doing what you actually need to do. He’s communicating openly and it’s extremely hot.

You nod first. Then you find your voice again. “Yes. I do want that.” He smiles again. That damned smile makes you even wetter. “But how do you know that?”

“The way you kiss me, push your hips up while I play with you and your hungry look. You look like you wanna eat me up.”

You surpass shyness with a breath. “Yes, I want that too.”

“Next time. It’s my turn now.” He winks at you and goes back to fingering.

He starts with one finger. Soon second and third follow and you are back on the clouds. You can’t even recognize your own voice, moaning his name. The pleasure takes over you, your back aches and you come hard on his fingers. It’s your second orgasm yet you still crave for more. You crave his warmth, his passion and the pleasure his cock can give you. You find it strange feeling this hungry after two orgasms but you welcome it anyway.

He moves up, directly kisses you without drying his mouth. His lips are hungry and demanding. His erection is hanging between you two and you can feel how hard he is.

“Can you taste yourself on my lips?” He asks shamelessly after breaking the kiss.

“Yes.”

“How does it feel?”

You say the first things that come to your mind with no filter. “Dirty and hot.”

“Hmm… Good.” He keeps kissing you, his fingers are still in your pussy, slowly moving his fingers between your folds and feeling your wetness all over again. It feels like he enjoys how wet you are for him. Not just enjoying but relishing.

“This is teasing.” You state between his kisses.

“Is it?” His fingers stop like he didn’t know that already. “I just love how responsive you are.”

“And I wanna feel your cock inside me already.”

Your bluntness doesn’t only surprise him, but you as well. You have no idea when you finally let go of your shyness. Maybe between the first and the second orgasm. You don’t care anymore. You really need him inside you.

“How do you want it, baby?”

“Let me show you.” You move away from him and miss his warmth instantly, but it’s for a good cause. You turn around and position yourself on your hands and knees. He understands what you want instantly.

“Hmm… You really want it hard.” He sounds amused. His fingers go back to your folds, moving up and down. “Just making sure you are ready.”

“I am dripping already, Bucky. How much more ready can I get?”

You hear him laugh, but before you can say anything about it, you feel his cock right on your entrance.

“Tell me if it hurts.” He says before pushing inside.

His cock stretches you out so deliciously. There’s absolutely no pain at all. The preparation is paying off amazingly. The only thing you are feeling is the fullness you have been craving for so long, but you need more.

“Please move, baby.”

It's the first time you use a pet name and you do it without thinking about it but the way you say it affects him deeply. He tries to surpass the loud moan which was about to slip and you notice his struggle.

“Don’t hide your moans from me. I wanna hear them.”

You imagined this moment for a long time. You spent hours imagining how he would talk, moan and come. You are so close to getting what you want and you have no intention to give up on it. Not even shyness can stop you from getting what you want.

“Then let’s make a deal.” He says, sounding breathless inside you. “None of us will try to hide their reactions. It’s only fair.”

“Deal.” You say eagerly and he chuckles. Then without saying anything else he starts to move inside you.

First, it’s slow. Not painfully slow but still not as hard as you want. Yet you don’t say anything because you know this isn’t only for you. He’s trying to get used to feeling you around his cock. It seems overwhelming especially when he stops hiding his reaction. Low moans and curses spill from his lips. You say nothing, just enjoy the moment.

“Fuck.” This time he’s speaking louder than before. “You feel amazing around my cock, darling. So… so amazing.”

Your only reaction is moaning. The praise goes straight to your pussy. You wanna slam yourself against his cock and force him to move faster.

“So eager for me. If I knew you wanted me this bad, we wouldn’t have to wait this long to fuck each other.”

“It’s not like you made it obvious that you want me either.”

“Forgive me for not thinking so highly of myself.”

The weight of his words crushes you.

“Look at me.” You say turning your head back and find him looking directly at you. “You are all I ever wanted.” His expression changes. A wave of emotions waves over him. You feel he’s on the verge of getting emotional. “Now fuck me hard so we can finally experience what this feels like.” He smiles, but you can still see the emotions behind his eyes.

“Your wish is my command, baby.”

From this moment, he is relentless. It’s fast and hard. The room is filled with the noise of skin slamming against skin, your wetness on his cock and your joint moans. It feels good. So fucking good that it doesn’t feel real. You can feel the pleasure bottling up. He’s moving back and forth with long strokes. His cock never leaves you. He pulls himself back until only the tip remains inside you and slams back in. The moans that leave your lips aren't human anymore. You feel desperate to reach that high again.

“Please.” You beg suddenly. “Please… I’m so… close.”

“Harder or faster?” His voice is hoarse, showing you how close he is to losing control.

“Faster.” You manage to say between moans. It’s so hard to even say one word out loud.

“I’m gonna come too.” And right then he notices that he didn’t put on a condom. “Fuck.” He sounds so disappointed.

“What?”

“We forgot the condom.” He slows down.

“Keep going. I’m on birth control.”

“Thank god!” You can’t help but smile before he picks up the pace again. In a second, both of you are a moaning mess. You come hard, so hard that you feel your muscles cramping with the force of it. Your whole body is electrified, you can feel it even on your toes. The noises you make push him over the edge. He starts to move faster and when you think your high is about to end, a new level opens up. Your mind stops working while your body turns jelly under him.

He isn’t any different than you. His loud moans, and his desperate pace show how much he is enjoying it, but you are too lost in your own pleasure to notice.

When you both drop your bodies on the couch, neither of you find the words.

“Wow.” That's all you can say.

“Wow indeed.”

You turn your face and look at him. He seems completely blissed out.

“We should’ve done this waaay before.” You smile hearing his words.

“You could’ve made a move, but you were too busy pitying yourself.”

The words come out without you considering what you are saying and it doesn’t take long for you to regret them. It isn’t the time or place to talk about this.

“I wanted to ruin our friendship for a long time, doll, but I was afraid. I was scared that I would ruin it for real and you wouldn’t wanna see me again. I was just fine being your good friend. It was a better alternative than losing you completely.”

You know what he means too well. That’s how you felt since the moment you met Bucky. He is such an amazing person, you didn’t want to lose him. Even if it means you have to witness him being happy with other people.

“That’s how I felt too, but look at you. Who can say no to you?”

His smile is bitter. You sense he doesn’t believe you even without him opening his mouth.

“Come on. That is the afterglow speaking.”

You move your head up and get support from your left hand.

“Look at me, Bucky.” He does and you see that he really doesn’t believe you. “You are gorgeous. Inside and out.”

“I know I am not what I used to be.”

“And that’s fine.” You quickly add. “You might not be Men’s Health cover material anymore, but guess what? It’s less healthy trying to keep that shape. Don’t let the name fool you. You don’t need six packs and huge biceps to look attractive. You need to be healthy so I can keep fucking you.”

Your last sentence makes him smile sincerely.

“You really believe that?”

“I do and honestly I have never been a six pack girl. You are even more attractive like this to me. A bit older and experienced. Just my type.”

“Hmm…” He says before kissing you deeply. You lose yourself in that kiss. So when he breaks it and asks you out, you are caught off guard.

“Huh?”

“I said: does it mean you will let me take you on a date?”

A date? With Bucky Barnes?

“Oh, yes. Anything you want.”

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facioleeknow · 5 months

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Wonwoo. Eating. You know.

Hey for this I combined this and another ask:

Pls pls pls some wonwoo with fluff and random smut plssds

I hope you like it babe!

Never have I ever • Jeon Wonwoo

Tw: smut, suggestive, not proofread, drinking, drunk hoshi

The atmosphere around you was cheerful. It was Jihoon’s birthday and the members plus you were having a little celebration, which meant pizza and never ending soju. Hoshi was obviously already drunk and in his state he thought the best thing you could do was play never have I ever. As soon as he proposed it, you and Minghao gave him one of the nastiest side eye ever and Jihoon said something about being too old to play a kids’ game. Hoshi didn't take it lightly, his eyes starting filling up with tears and as soon as everybody noticed, you all screamed about how excited you were to play never have I ever and DK scrambled to get up and pat his friend on the back lightly.

“We avoided the crying but at what cost,” you mumbled under your breath, making your boyfriend Wonwoo laugh silently.

Your relationship was very new, you met through Jihoon, you had been friends for a while and when you complained about having been single forever, he introduced you to Wonwoo insisting you would be perfect for each other. And you were. You clicked really well but you still were in your honeymoon phase and a bit shy around each other because of your introverted nature.

“Never have I ever received oral,” Jeonghan smirked. Little devil.

Your stomach dropped, you had never been with men that cared about your pleasure so giving oral for them was out of the question. Your fingers stayed still and the group widened their eyes at you, but kept quiet because of your glare.

“Wonwoo what are you doing? You're not treating your girlfriend right man, to keep a woman happy you need to have your face between their thighs regularly,” Josh slutted. You sighed, this was precisely why you didn't want to play this game.

Seeing your face, Jihoon quickly shushed Hoshi and sent you an apologetic look. Wonwoo on the other hand wouldn't let that information go so easily, he was shocked that nobody had ever done that for you. His warm and soft hand found place on the plush of your thigh and gently kneaded the flesh to comfort you. You smiled at him and put your hand on top of his. He was such a good boyfriend.

The rest of the evening passed without incidents and you had almost forgotten about the dreaded question until you were in the car with your boyfriend.

“You truly have never been eaten out?” He asked without looking at you.

“Yes,” you felt silly to admit it.

“Would you like me to do it?”

“YES!” you answered very enthusiastically which made Wonwoo chuckle.

The rest of the car ride went by smoothly and silently. To you it felt like an eternity. When you pulled up in front of Wonwoo’s house, he opened the car door for you like the gentleman he was and then let you get in first when he opened the front door. Your heart was racing when you were taking off your shoes, you could feel Wonwoo's presence behind you, anticipation hung in the air. Your underwear started to feel damp and you thought that whoever said that to await pleasure was pleasure itself was right.

Wonwoo lips made contact with your neck and a broken sigh escaped you. He spun you around, his mouth crashing on your with a intensity you never felt before. His body pressed you to the wall and his hands fumbled to open your belt and jeans. He hastily pulled your jeans down along with your underwear and got on his knees.

His eyes locked with your wet pussy and then looked up. He looked sinful and you could almost cum from that sight alone.

His tongue darted out and he licked a long strip from your entrance to your clit while maintaining eye contact. A high pitched moan fell from your open mouth, it was like nothing you've ever felt.

Wonwoo grabbed his glasses and put them on the floor before spreading your lips and fully diving in. He was licking and sucking like his life depended on it. A string of moans and incoherent words came out of your mouth which seemed to encourage him even more. You're knees buckledz unable to stand your weight anymore. Fortunately for you, you had a strong boyfriend. Wonwoo's arm snaked around your waist to keep you pinned against the wall.

“Don't go weak on me now baby, we're just getting started,” he smirked from between your legs.

You were in for one hell of a night.

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cool-thymus · 5 months

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Rin Week 2023

A drabble and an illustration for the most special girl in Narutoverse.

Day 4 | November 15 Secret

Team Minato; Rin has a secret; Kakashi has a secret; Obito ...is asleep; they are all tipsy; this is supposed to be funny

The shinobi world is a cruel place. If you’re raised a ninja, it often feels like running naked through a nettle field. No matter how fast you are trying to get out, it always stings. Constant pain and misery touch your bare skin, and you slowly get used to it. The shinobi world is greedy too. It takes the people you love and hardly ever returns them. And you are expected to go with it, no questions asked. But as one Red-Hot Habanero shrewdly observed, this world had room for smiles, laughter, and occasional celebration, especially when your loved ones were given back to you.

A team of three young shinobi of the Hidden Leaf was that lucky. But miracles didn’t just happen for them. They had to claw back their teammate from the darkness and then fight day and night for his life. Cry for each other and hold shaking hands; lose sleep and hug tight.

Since then, the hardest and the happiest day of their lives turned into an anniversary that was celebrated as the team’s birthday, their own little festival. Kushina and Kakashi would prepare a feast making sure everybody’s favorite dish was on the menu. Rin was in charge of decorations and flowers. Every year she would make a special arrangement for the table and provide small bouquets for her teammates. The location for the celebration was Minato and Obito’s duty. They liked scouting out picturesque spots, preferably near water. The hike was their small ritual: they traveled alone, mostly in silence. Obito felt special because he was on the same task as the captain, but for Minato it was a pilgrimage to the day when he carried the dying boy back to the village cursing himself for every wrong choice he’d made. Now he let Obito lead the way watching how the 16-year-old jumped left and right like a puppy chasing a butterfly. He followed and silently renewed his vow to always have his back, always protect the kid he’d almost lost.

This year they picked a cabin near a small waterfall. The view was worthy of the occasion, and there were enough rooms to stay overnight. The Namikaze-Uzumaki family had grown a new member who enjoyed the attention and liked making everything about himself. He was three. The baby added the ingenuousness that the team gradually grew out of, and he kept his parents occupied, so that Rin, Obito and Kakashi could have more privacy and party the way they wanted.

However, none of them was a party animal.

***

“Isn’t he adorable?” Rin said quietly tugging at Kakashi’s sleeve. Obito had rested his head in her lap; his eyes were closed, lips parted; soft snuffling noises made it clear - he was fast asleep.

“The word is ‘pathetic’, Rin. We didn’t even drink that much, and he’s already out like a light.” Kakashi took another sip of his beverage (being on good terms with the Sannin had its benefits: their favorite genius was allowed a drink of his choice now and then, in moderation though), “Or… maybe he just really wanted to get to his comfort place as soon as possible.”

“You mean he’s dreaming of something comforting?”

“I mean your lap.”

Rin paused for a moment, startled with the misplaced sarcasm, but then smirked at him and continued stroking Obito’s hair. “Are you trying to be funny or irritating?”

Kakashi’s snarky comments never worked on her; at least they never escalated into a full-scale fight like they did with Obito. Rin was just… smarter. If Kakashi all of a sudden started showing his sassy attitude, it only meant he was uncomfortable. She reached for his face and playfully squeezed his cheek like she would with their captain’s little son.

“Rin, are you trying to be … cheeky right now?” He barely finished the sentence as they both started giggling. Making terrible jokes was their thing, especially when they were tipsy like that.

“What is it, Kakashi? How did he piss you off this time?”

“He didn’t. Everything’s fine.”

“Come on now. You know you’ll feel better if you tell me. Is it because he kept teasing you about that girl?”

Kakashi pulled his mask down and drank some more, then he looked at Rin, the mask still under his chin.

“Bingo,” said the girl with a half-smile. “You know he’s not trying to be insensitive, right? It’s just that you never talk to him about this kind of stuff, and he probably needs it. So he’s simply trying to start a conversation with you.”

Kakashi turned his gaze to the floor in front of him pulling his yukata over his knees.

“I know we’ve been over this, but… why don’t you just tell him?”

“Let’s not do this tonight, Rin.”

“You told me…”

“It was different with you! You had a thing for me, and it wouldn’t be fa…”

Rin quickly pressed her finger to his lips, “Yeah-yeah! Let’s pretend you told me because I’m your best friend and not recollect the moment I made a fool of myself?”

Kakashi took her hand in his, bowed his head and pressed his forehead to the back of Rin’s hand, “I’m still sorry about that by the way.”

“Hatake Kakashi, stop being so suave, or my inappropriate feelings will return again!”

They both started laughing causing Obito to stir in his sleep. Rin pulled Kakashi closer, and he moved to sit next to her, their attention returning to the sleeping teammate.

“Although… he was kind of an ass to you today,” whispered Rin. “Do you want to teach him a lesson?”

“I might wanna teach him a lesson, yes. About the importance of respecting other people’s boundaries,” Kakashi whispered jokingly, but then, to his surprise, Rin carefully lifted Obito’s head, laid it onto Kakashi’s lap, and sprang to her feet.

“What are you doing?”

“Be right back. Don’t wake him up!” she shot back and dashed to the hall.

Obito’s head felt heavy. Without Rin in the room, it was too quiet, and Kakashi could hear his friend’s breathing: in and out, the chest rising and falling, slowly, evenly; no gasping for air. “Good job, buddy. You’re doing a great job, just keep breathing, okay? Just like that.” His own words from a long time ago echoed in his mind, but he suppressed them right away reminding himself that there was no need to monitor Obito’s breathing anymore. He was okay now.

Rin suddenly reappeared next to Kakashi, eyes sparkling with mischief. Noticing that his hands were still hovering near Obito’s temples, she gently nudged Kakashi out of his trance. When his eyes gained focus again she proudly demonstrated a black marker that she'd fished out from Kushina’s bag with the baby stuff.

“Are you actually going to draw on his face? Like a five-year-old?”

“Yep! Can you steady his head a bit, Mr. Boring?”

Kakashi’s hands reluctantly landed on Obito’s cheeks tilting his head in Rin’s direction. She proceeded to draw a funny-looking beard and a mustache.

“You know, he can’t grow a beard anyway, so this is offensive as hell. Keep drawing.”

Rin raised her eyes at Kakashi covering her mouth to stifle a laugh. Then she started to draw a pair of very thick eyebrows.

“Oh, that’s just cruel! He’ll never forgive you for making him look like Gai.”

“Me? Who said I was responsible for this? It’s totally your doing,” she said in a mockingly indignant tone as she traced out ‘Kakashi did this’ on Obito’s cheeks.

“Hey! He’d happily let you off the hook, but me?! I’ll never see the end of it!”

Rin ignored Kakashi’s words, admiring her work.

“Isn’t he adorable?” Having said that, she was carefully watching her friend whose left hand was still resting on Obito’s cheek.

“Yeah… he is.”

“Kakashi, you can tell him. He’ll be okay with it, I promise.”

There was a minute of silence between them.

“But you can’t promise me that, Rin. What if he’s simply weirded out by it? Or feels uncomfortable? What if he stops hanging out with me at all?”

“That’s not gonna ha…”

“I know! I know this is probably not gonna happen, but what if it does? What if I'm not a part of his life anymore? You were there, Rin; it was hell without him. I’m just… I’m not ready. I’m not ready to lose him… again.”

“Kakashi, you idiot! Did you really think I would…” Obito opened his eyes and tried to prop himself up with his elbows, but in an instant a very precise hand hit several chakra points on his neck knocking him unconscious.

“Kakashi! You can’t do that! Why did you hit him?!”

“It was a reflex, okay!” They both leaned over to check on Obito.

“Has he been awake the entire time?” Kakashi was getting worried.

“How should I know? Seriously, Kakashi, I just wanted you to be honest with your best friend, and you go and do this?!”

“I said I didn’t mean to knock him out, okay?! And by the way, maybe you should stop berating me? It’s not like you’re completely honest with him either. Did you have enough courage to tell him about your secret nurse-boyfriend?”

“Rin?! You have a bo…” Obito regained consciousness but only for a few seconds before another hand made him pass out again.

“RIN!”

“I’m sorry!”

@rinweek2023

#rinweek2023 #nohara rin #team minato #mydrawings #mywriting #hatake kakashi #uchiha obito #the tragedy siblings #mai ty for the prompt <3

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chessholic · 30 days

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The One With

Joey's Food

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Joey Tribbiani

Reader

Summary: JOEY DOESN'T SHARE FOOD... However it seems that rule might not apply when it comes to you.

Author's Note: Someone asked me to publish my Joey fanfics, so this one is for you. <3

ps. I made that iconic Joey's Meatball Sub, it really made me feel alive again.

New comfort food unlocked

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You were so tired, and hungry.

Oh dear, you could eat a horse right now. Or maybe not if that meant eating the entire horse.

Finally you got yourself inside being greeted with everyone else except Joey.

Where was he? You could really just snuggle against your friend to forget all your worries. Joey felt like home, he felt safe.

Except Chandler would disagree with you, strongly, not that you could blame him after that robbery thingy.

"It's a zombie! Everybody, run!", Chandler shouted while jumping behind Ross and pushing him towards you.

"Hey!", Ross squeaked realising that Chandler, his best friend since the beginning of time, was sacrificing him to this supposed 'zombie'.

"Hahaha", you laughed a dry sarcastic laugh while getting your jacket off.

"What happened to you?", Rachel asked noticing your disheveled look.

"Your eye bags-", Rachel was saying before you gave her a stern look that did shut her up.

Monica also gave Rachel an are-you-serious look before helping you sit down at the kitchen tables chair

"Work huh?", Monica asked already knowing what was behind your current state.

Before you started to explain Joey made a grand appearance with his iconic sandwich. It makes your stomach growl and mouth water.

Joey sat at the table next to you, he gave you a tender look before getting ready to destroy his food, with the intention of not leaving even crumbs behind.

"So. I got to work a few hours early because my boss asked me to and as we know my boss, I couldn't refuse-", you started taking a deep breath.

"I had my mom's cooking for lunch, but there was so much going on I didn't have time to eat. And when I finally did- that ass had eaten it! My food! It was supposed to be the only good thing today, and it was taken away from me", you rambled trying not to break down completely.

"Oh, this reminds me of that 'MY SANDWICH' thing", Chandler said looking at Ross who just looked back at him shooting daggers out of his eyes.

"Oh, this gets much worse. I confronted that- idiot and it got a bit heated. Long story short, I got fired", you ended your story leaving out the details of wandering around the city crying your eyes out.

"Let's celebrate!", Phoebe cheered from the couch making everyone turn to look at her.

"Yeah, you hated that job! More than I hated serving coffee!", Rachel said trying to comfort you.

"I didn't hate the job, but the people", you muttered burying your face into your hands.

"That's my girl!", Chandler cheered giving you a quick pat on the back before hurrying towards the armchair.

Your stomach made a loud noise and you felt truly awful.

"Do you have anything to eat Monica? I don't have anything at home", you asked carefully your voice cracking slightly.

"I need to go quickly to the store-", Monica started hurrying to gather her stuff.

"Here, you can have my meatball sub"

The time seemed to slow down.

Phoebe stopped chewing her hair.

Rachel had her hand covering her mouth that was hanging open.

Monica dropped her purse to the floor.

Chandler almost fell off the armchair.

Ross had a look on his face that would be expected if someone would prove to him that dinosaurs had never existed.

You lifted your head to see Joey smiling and offering his food, to you, you.

Joey had a small amount of the sauce on his face.

"I already took a couple of bites if that's okay", he said looking a bit sheepish.

"Really?", you asked voice slightly shaky, knowing that nobody else dared to move or speak.

Joey nodded and you reached towards him. But to everyone's surprise you didn't take the sandwich.

However you got up and put your arms around his neck. Burying your face to his neck you mumbled so many thank you's that nobody could say exactly how many there was.

Maybe ten? Hundred? Hundreds? Who knows.

Then you gave a kiss to his cheek before pulling away and snatching the sandwich from him.

Eagerly you started eating it and you moaned slightly at the most delicious thing you had ever eaten.

"JOEY DOESN'T SHARE FOOD!", everyone suddenly shouted after they switched glances between each other.

Joey tried to look like he had no idea what they were talking about, his face was oddly red and he was feeling warm and fuzzy.

Joey loved seeing you happy, he could sacrifice one meatball sub for your happiness.

But only one.

When Joey looked at you eating happily his favourite Meatball Sub he couldn't even see anything else than you. He didn't even care about his friends who were still shocked and wanted answers.

Joey would give you every meatball sub for the rest of his life if it meant seeing you so utterly happy.

But he wanted a bite, at least.

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#joey tribbiani x reader #joey tribbiani #friends #fanfiction #rachel green #monica geller #chandler bing #phoebe buffay #ross geller

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xdeath-by-poisonx · 26 days

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In honor of Angel's Birthday, I present my first official Hazbin Fic 👀 I hope some of you will enjoy! 💗

Pairing: Angel/Husk

Rating: Birthday fluff/smut, Explicit/18+ - Minors DNI

Word Count: 2,895

And if you'd prefer to read it on Ao3, you can do that here!

Angel couldn’t remember the last time he’d had such an amazing birthday. Either in his life or his afterlife. Most years he’d spent the day desperately trying to forget that the day had held any significance at all. Especially once he’d signed his contract with Val, who always seemed intent on making his birthdays even worse than they already were. Last year had been exceptionally awful, with barely a moment's break between all the guys he’d had to service before he was allowed to stumble back to his bedroom to wash the stench of the day off of him. Of course, Val had put the smallest of efforts in to smooth things over, even bringing a stale cupcake with an unlit candle to his room late into the night. As if that would make any difference.

Nope, most birthdays Angel spent the evening crying himself to sleep, holding Fat Nuggets close to his overly used body until he finally drifted off.

But this year, things had started off differently. Though he woke up with the same familiar dread that hung over him every year, the first thing he opened his eyes to was a text from Charlie, telling him that she’d gotten Lucifer to bully Val into giving him the day off - with only a simple message from Val that stated, “Rest up, slut. Tomorrow’s a double load.” Fuck it, Angel thought to himself, he didn’t care. He had the whole day to himself! He could barely contain his excitement, squealing as he hugged his beloved pet pig to his chest and kissed him on the top of the head.

“How ‘bout that, Nug? Guess movin’ in here wasn’t sucha bad idea, huh?”

The small pig licked his face in response and Angel smiled. Of course he knew that. He was well aware that moving into the Hotel was undoubtedly one of the best decisions he’d ever made for himself. And for someone who was almost constantly making the absolute worst decisions possible, that was really saying something.

Angel decided to spend the majority of his morning lounging in bed, just simply enjoying his freedom and replying to some birthday messages from his friends, with Cherri, of course, trying to talk him into going out to the club with her to celebrate. Though, when he came across a message from Husk, his heart fluttered a little and he knew exactly how he'd be spending his evening . ”Happy Birthday, legs. Make sure to come by the bar for a drink later.” He felt a lopsided smile move across his lips that was quickly accompanied by a flush to his cheeks. It was no secret that he held an immense soft spot for the bartender, and from what he could tell, the feeling was mostly mutual. The two had grown incredibly close since the last extermination day, and had even shared a few kisses since then.

In all honesty, he thought about taking things further with Husk on a daily basis, but.. Husk meant much more to him than just a one-night fling or another paying customer. And Angel wanted things to happen naturally between the two of them. He wanted that soft, all encompassing sort of sex that he’d only ever read about or seen in movies. He, for lack of a better term, wanted him and Husk to make love.. not just fuck and be done with it, like everybody else in his life. But, when it came down to it , he wasn’t even sure if a mess like him deserved such a thing. To be loved and cherished in such a way..

Angel sighed, stretching all four of his arms over his head before swinging his legs over the side of his bed and making his way to the shower. If he was actually gonna spend his birthday however he wanted, he was going to smell and look good doing it. Not that he didn’t usually anyways. He’d admittedly spent longer in the shower than he intended to. With his mind wandering to images of Husk every time his fingers traced over certain parts of his body. And he couldn't help but wonder if the bartender ever thought of him in that way. If Husk’s hands ever wandered over his own body to the thought of him - late at night, when the hotel was quiet and fast asleep.

The image alone made the demon-

“Geez, Angel.. get ya mind outtah the guttah.” He chuckled to himself. It was barely noon and he was already horny. Which wasn’t entirely surprising for the porn star, but today wasn’t about that.

He exited the shower and toweled off before selecting a favorite outfit from his closet. A light gray fitted suit jacket with pink and white accents and torn off sleeves, and a pair of bright pink bootie shorts. Taking a moment to blow dry his chest fluff for some extra floof, he threw on a pair of black thigh highs and made his way downstairs.

“Well, hey there, birthday boy!” Charlie exclaimed as she ran over to him and wrapped him in a hug, making Angel chuckle.

“Hiya, dollface. Can’t thank ya enough for gettin’ me a day off from Val.”

Charlie beamed. “My pleasure! Dad was all too happy to help, really!”

“Yeah, Charlie just happened to mention to Lucifer how Valentino licked her arm that one time.” Vaggie added, chuckling.

“Ah, shit, yah. Sorry ‘bout that, Charlie.” Angel replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Pssh! Enough about that, it’s your birthdayyy!” Charlie exclaimed, shaking him.

“Yeah. Happy birthday, legs.”

Husk’s voice came quietly from behind the counter, immediately drawing Angel’s gaze that way. The bartender smirking softly at him while cleaning a glass.

“Thanks, whiskahs.”

“Yes. Bonne fête, my effeminate fellow!”Alastor added with a smile while Niffty jumped up and down excitedly next to him, making a sound similar to that of a gremlin.

“Eheh.. can I clean your room for you, Angel? For your birthday?!”

“Uhhh.. sure, Nif.” Angel replied, shaking his head as she happily ran off up the stairs - cleaning supplies in tow. “She’s got issues.”

“Don’t we all?” Husk countered with a smirk.

“Heh.. ya got me there, darlin’.”

Angel gave the bartender a wink but Husk only rolled his eyes at the pet name, though the smile never left his lips.

“Yeah, yeah.. how about that drink?”

“Ya read my mind.”

He took the seat directly across from where Husk was standing and leaned his body over the bar, resting his chin on his hand. A quiet adoration in the spider demon’s eyes as he watched the man expertly make him a drink. His hands moving in slow, smooth motions through each step, stirring the mixture to perfection before placing the silken, pink drink in front of Angel.

“You’re looking good, legs” He added. Angel smirked, taking the drink between two fingers and raised it to his lips.

“Ain’t I always?”

Husk rolled his eyes. “Fuck, just take the compliment.”

The smug smirk on Angel’s lips quickly turned softer as he looked up at the bartender. “... Thanks, Husk.”

The majority of the day went rather similar, with the two enjoying each other’s company over drinks. A myriad of flirtatious quips and soft gazes, the conversation becoming more and more heated as the day went on until finally around dinner time when Charlie insisted on treating Angel to all of his favorite foods, pausing the moment for about an hour or so.

But, even still. Even in those minutes where the hotel was lively with friendship and bristling with laughter - the two men’s eyes never failed to find each other. The energy that flowed between them almost palpable as they caught each other's gaze. Angel’s cheeks were more sore from smiling than they’d been in a long time - warm with flush, each dusted in a soft pink hue.

.. a fact, of course, that Angel would blame simply on the alcohol.

Though, as the evening started to die down, with the hours growing longer and longer into the night, the demon found himself growing more and more eager for everyone else to go to bed. And the moment it did, with everyone hugging the Birthday demon a goodnight, Angel resumed his earlier place at the bar. Watching contently as Husk finished rinsing the last of the glasses.

“Have a good day, legs?”

“Mh.. tha best.”

“Good. You deserve it.”

Angel smiled softly as he twirled a piece of chest fluff between two fingers and blushed.

“Ya?” He asked.

“One hundred percent.” The bartender replied with a wink, making Angel blush even harder.

“Y’know what would just put the absolute cherry on top?”

“Hmm.. let me guess, a kiss?”

Angel had been chuckling prior to Husk’s response, originally planning to say something dripping with innuendos that he honestly could no longer remember, the flush on his cheeks now a dazzling pink against his moonlit fur.

“I- .. oh.. I mean.. ah.. if.. ya wanna?”

Angel played with the same piece of fluff nervously as he looked up, lips ready and slightly parted.

“Heh.. I offered, didn't I?”

“Yah.. o’course.. just.. ah, alright.”

It was still weird for Angel, for someone to disarm him in such a way. Where his normally flirty persona was replaced with an unfamiliar, soft vulnerability - yearning to be loved, to be touched - cherished. He leaned in slowly, his breath hitching in his throat as Husk's lips pressed against his own - gently at first, then quickly burning with heat. A soft whimper as the bartender's hands came to cup his jaw, pulling Angel closer. It was a languid kiss - slow and intent, with their tongues dancing warmly over each other until the two finally pulled apart, panting.

“Ah, woah.” Angel whispered - eyes wide and cheeks flushed.

“Heh. My sentiments exactly.”

Angel cleared his throat before sitting back down. “Well.. uh, happy birthday ta me.”

“You think that was your birthday gift?”

“Yes? N-no? Maybe?”

“Legs, you ain't seen nothin’ yet.”

The spider demon swallowed, watching intently as Husk made his way around the counter and held out his hand to him. The moment he took it Angel found himself being twirled into the lobby, the world spinning around him as Husk gave him a dip, his strong arms holding him securely - closely.

“Oh, Husky! Ya sure know how ta treat a demon-”

The smirk that coated Angel's lips was swiftly replaced by another kiss. This one deeper, hungrier, passionate. The lingering taste of whiskey on Husk’s tongue, the air of desire that surrounded him. It was all Angel could take before his arousal became ever more prominent in his shorts.

He pulled back for a breath, panting in want.

“Husk.. we should probably sto-”

“Fuck, I want you, Angel. Did I not make that clear?”

The bartender's gaze was soft as he looked down upon his dance partner, still holding Angel in a dip.

Angel bit his bottom lip. “Are ya sure?”

Husk grinned. “One hundred percent.”

He kissed him again, even deeper this time but Angel pulled back still, causing Husk to raise an eyebrow.

“Everything alright?”

“Yah, just.. y’know.. I don't want this ta be no one time fling, Husk.” Angel whispered, averting his eyes. His chest aching at the prospect that that might not be what the bartender wanted. But Husk only cupped his cheek gently, bringing his gaze back to him.

“Angie..you could never be a one time fling. Not a hundred time fling. Not a thousand.”

Angel blushed. “Oh yah? What kinda fling am I then?’

“A forever kinda fling.”

Husk's voice was softer than Angel had ever heard it before, the tone of it immediately causing the demon’s heart to do little somersaults in his chest.

“Ya smooth talker, you.” He replied, slapping Husk on the shoulder in deflection.

“I mean it, Angel.”

“O-oh.”

This time it was Angel that initiated the kiss, almost knocking Husk over in the process. Though, it didn't take long before the two had made their way up the stairs, practically clawing at each other's clothes by the time they’d reached Angel’s door.

“Fuck, how are ya sucha good kisser, Husky?”

“Shut up already so I can show you just how good I am.”

Angel moaned as the bartender kissed him even harder, nipping softly at his bottom lip as the two pushed through the bedroom door. The moment Angel’s back hit the bed the world became softer. Warmer. Their clothes discarded in a pile on the floor and their bodies flush against each other. He found that the ex-overlord was much warmer than Angel had expected, with Husk's soft fur pressing against his own. The fiery kisses that had once claimed their lips growing more and more tender with each indulgent sweep of their tongues. Hands roaming over each other in a dance of desire.

Angel couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so comfortable - so safe. His eyes half lidded as he looked up, taking in the sight of Husk's blush-dusted cheeks, gaze filled with want. With adoration. With something much softer that he couldn't quite label yet.

Maybe it was love.

Maybe.

But for now Angel just wanted to enjoy the tender moment without overthinking it. He knew he cared deeply for the bartender, and that he felt safer in his arms than anyone he’d ever encountered before. And for now, that was enough. And more than he thought he’d ever deserved, honestly.

But still, Angel couldn't resist the urge to tease him.. just a bit.

“Oh yes.. take me, daddy.” He whispered into Husk's ear with a smirk.

The bartender growled. “I swear to Satan, Angel.”

The spider demon chuckled before placing soft kisses from the bottom of Husk's ear and down to his jawline and lips. His eyes nothing but sincere as he spoke again, this time wrapping his lower arms around Husk’s hips while his other pair remained placed softly over his head.

“I’m yours for the takin’, Husk.” He whispered.

It was the first time he’d heard Husk's breath grow even a little shaky, his eyes warm as he held the demon’s gaze, placing his hands gently over Angel’s as he framed his face and slowly slid into him.

“Ah-”

Quiet sounds from both men before Husk’s lips were back on his lover's. Angel moaning loudly as he felt himself stretch around the bartender, his manhood filling him out even more than he’d expected.

“F-fuck, Husk.”

His words cut short by another moan as Husk thrusted himself in deeper, stuffing the demon in the most delicious way.

“You're beautiful, Angel, you know that?” The bartender whispered - praise skating across Angel’s ear, making him whimper. His arousal growing firmer by the second between his legs.

Their bodies moved in tangent, writhing against each other. Soft kisses turned passionate and deep, though always remaining gentle in nature. Even when Husk nipped sofly at his neck - it was careful, tender. The moment was exactly like all those romantic sex scenes Angel had read about late into night - when he’d felt alone - when he’d lie awake hoping for just a smidge of softness within his hellscape and his life with Val.

And now he had it, grasped tangibly within his hands and pressed flush against his body. Every meticulous thrust from the bartender's hip sending his pleasure higher and higher while his manhood grew harder against his stomach, twitching with each exquisite movement.

“Mmph.. I dunno how much longer I'm gonna last.” Angel practically whined.

“Mmh.” Husk growled softly, kissing him again as he picked up his pace and brought a hand down to slowly stroke over Angel’s cock - quickly building his pleasure to an all encompassing climax as he screamed out his lover's name into the night. Husk’s own arousal spilling out deliciously into him, filling him. Their bodies entwined in one another, breaths nothing more than pant as they fell against the bed.

“Holy.. fuck.”

“Heh, wasn't nothin’ holy about that, legs.” Husk chuckled, catching his breath.

“Ehh, I dunno .. there was definitely ‘holes’ involved.” Angel replied with a smirk, making Husk shake his head in laughter.

The two laid silent for a moment as they let their breaths settle. Angel fingers stroking softly through Husk's fur to the ebb and flow of his breath as he continues to lay on his chest, the demon's eyes slowly starting to grow heavy until the bartender sat up abruptly, stirring him.

“Eh, hold on. I got something for yah.”

“Oh? Ready ta go again already, whiskahs?

“Pssh, get your mind outtah the gutter, Angie!”

Husk yelled the words playfully from the hallway before quickly making his way back into the dimly lit room, his body framed in candle light by the tiny pink cupcake that sat in his hands - complete with pink frosting and a single lit candle in the middle of it. Angel sat up surprised, his blush swiftly returning to his cheeks.

“Ah.. what's this?”

“Gotta have a birthday wish, don’tcha?”

Angel took the small cupcake into his hands and held it like it was the most precious thing in Hell. A soft smile moving across his lips as he looked up at the bartender, eyes gleaming with unspent tears.

“Well, looks like I already got everythin’ I wanted, tho.” He replied with a smile, blowing out the candle.

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12-seconds-to-live · 10 months

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(Un)Lost: Head in the game

Pairing: F12022/3!Grid! x Fem!Driver!oc

Warnings: DNF’s, angst, a little bit of love, episodes of anxiety, Seb’s retirement, harsh words.

Pierre Gasly was curious.

No.

Pierre Gasly is the first source of gossip.

To put you into context, after the chaos coming from every garage after finished the FP2, the frechman put himself, Yuki and Charles to take a decent look into Charlottle Robyn-Jones. Neither Yuki or Charles knew where he found binoculars. In front of the Williams hospitality is the Alpha Tauri, so it’s easy to them to get the perfect spot to know everything. Almost

“I don’t like doing this Pierre. Anybody can see us. I mean... I don’t want Carlos to lecture me” started Charles

“Nobody is going to see you my friend, however, nobody can figure it out that I’m even looking into Williams”

“You’re stupid. Your face is almost at the front of the building” said Yuki rolling his eyes. “I’m going for a snack at the hotel. Bye”

“Bye Yukino. Well Charles... You and me now” As Pierre directed the binoculars something blue blocked his spy activities.

“Having fun, don’t you?”

“Oh hey Charlotte, just looking for Red Bull secrets, you know, they are so dominant”

“Dominant?” I crossed my arms

“Yeah, Max’s the current champion and everybody’s need to learn something about being good at every race” He stand up in front of me and looking for someone. Funny thing: Red Bull’s hospitality is on the other side of the paddock.

“Well, you better start looking into other teams secrets, Gasly. Not mine, you might get scared” I winked at Pierre and with my bag in my left shoulder, I walked to my motorhome.

“At least tell me one of them!”

After Bahrain madness, as many newspapers and almost every F1 fan acknowledge, Williams started with the right foot this season. Alex and I were as happy as ever, we cannot celebrate after the race due alcohol restrictions but back in London, Lily had to deal with the drunk buddies. At least she wasn’t mad with us for being in that state, a few days later she texted me how happy she is, ‘cause Alex is.

Anyway

Back to the important stuff.

Right now, where a bit far of the season, 9 pm and I’m waiting for Carlos, Carlos Sainz, Grand Prix winner in Silverstone. I had the chance to share the podium with him and Max. A dream come to true for both of us. His media duties and celebrations with the team last most that expected and who can’t blame them. He boy deserves it.

But, to the other main point here, the last few races has been incredible for Williams, right now we are in the top of the standings with Red Bull two points behind, in both drivers and constructors. For being my first season is great but at the same thing, it has a lot of pressure to acomplish a lot of things in my rookie season, don’t get me wrong, I’m the type who spend almost half and hour for different points of views of the fans. I’m a good driver, but I’m a woman, I’m too good for this team or I’m so bad for the sport that has been fully dominated for men who could find any excuse to take me out of my dream.

“Hey Char” I heard Lando calling me, he’s with one of his Quadrant hoodies and a bright smile on his face. “Carlos invited me to dinner, I know you’re waiting for him”

“Yeah, he’s a bit busy celebrating” I smiled to him

“You should be doing the same. P2 is a good result too”

“I know, but I prefer to focus on the races and have a better celebration at the end of the year” I started walking with him by my side “Also, my dad’s in Spain so It’s kinda weird to do it without him”

“Yeah. You have Carlos’s parents too, they were so happy watching you on the podium. Ana was crying by the way”

I blushed and laugh “Ana is my big sister, so I get it. My dad called me and he was crying” I stopped when we arrive in the main entrance “Did you saw Toto’s interview, he might be screaming right now”

“Not only him. Any team principal would find funny that a car that has to be below P15 could overtake two Mercedes at the same time” I laugh remembering the scene. I also waved to George, my bad.

“We are full of surprises, so, I guess that you’re going to be my chauffeur to the hotel?” Lando just look at me while he starting blushing and a small giggle come out his mouth.

“That’s ok with me” I opened the door to his McLaren at put my bag on my feet. As he start the engine and the car get to the exit a few fans we’re still waiting for our goodbyes. We waved at them and started our way to the hotel.

“So tell me more about you” Lando asked

“Wikipedia isn’t enough for you?” I giggled at him

“How do you...? I mean that’s not appropiate, better face to face”

“To my or Carlos face? I know you asked him”

“He’s not loyal anymore”

“I’ll tell you everything you want to know if you do something for me” I turned to look at him better with a gigantic smile

“No, no, you’re not going to drive my car”

“I don’t want that. I want to see Carlos’s face when his favourite song goes on repeat in the restaurant, like God’s will”

“Oh, I can do that”

All the way to the hotel went as calm as possible with music in the background and a nice view in our way to London. I said my goodbyes to get ready for the dinner with the Sainz. I decided for a nice baby blue dress and white heels, I put on some makeup and my hair in a really nice ponytail. 40 minutes later a message from Carlos was my alert to go to the lobby. The Spaniard hug me as soon as he saw me and with a smile on his face we go to his car, his parents, sisters and Caco where waiting for us in the restaurant and Lando will be arriving a few minutes late.

As we get to our table, Reyes, Carlos’s mom received me and told me how proud she is from us. I sat next to Carlos, leaving a spot for Lando.

“So, are you coming to Austria for the race?” I asked to Carlos parents

“We’re not sure, I have to sort out a few things for a rally exhibition in Madrid and your mother is coming with me” said Carlos sr. “What about your dad? Still busy with work?”

“He is but he arrives on friday to be with me and go try to organize our schedules for our vacations”

“Are you going to Japan or are you going to Mallorca with us?

I take a sip of my water “Yuki helped me with information for the trip, so I guess that our vacations in Mallorca might be for christmas or we could...ouch” Carlos kicked me when he first verse of his “favourite” song smooth operator started on the speakers

“It wasn’t me! Don’t be an animal” I kicked him back

“Then who?... You muppet” He said looking at Lando who was laughing at his face

“Cool song, uh”

“Not funny”

Lando sit next to me, still smiling “Wikipedia isn’t enough”

As the night went on, Carlos family, Lando and I called the night an hour later. The two drivers and I went together to the hotel. Carlos was in the 4th floor so he leave Lando and I in the elevator.

“Are you tired?”

“Not much, why?”

“I’m thinking that we can play 20 questions to get to know each other, no?” he said with a small pout on his lips

“Even if you’re not making a puppy face I would said yes, Norris”

In the 9th floor we leave the elevator to walk to my room, as we enter, we leave our shoes by the door. I put on my PJ’s while Lando sit on the bed

“Charlotte, favourite thing to do?”

“Mmmm Lando. Spend time with my dad and my dog, we usually walk around El Retiro, it’s a famous park in Madrid” I answered sitting next to him

“Do you have a dog? Doesn’t seem like it”

“That’s another question and I do, it’s name is Coco and it’s a Golden Retriever” I smiled “My turn... mmm...best thing since you get into F1″

Meeting you was what Lando wanted to say “Be Carlos teammate”

“Funny, we could be a better duo. Charlos is superior”

“Don’t you dare” he started tickling my ribs, we laugh for a while and when when we recover our normal breathing I continued with the questions

“Biggest fear?”

“Being late” I saw confusion on his face “We are one of the 20 fastest people on the planet but late so say I love or say goodbyes. I’m pretty bad at goodbyes”

“I’m not good either, maybe we can remind each other, so no goodbyes, just see you later, like see you at the end”

“Agree, nothing like a free assistant. So, how do you see yourself after F1?” I show a tilted smile

“Married, with kids hopefully, big backyard, a calm life, I don’t know. I guess that’s what almost everybody wanted. You?”

“I would like to have kids and tell them that their mom is a world champion, Just to make their friends jealous” I let out a sigh “And be with someone that anywhere we go, we’ll feel that we are each others home, like a jigsaw piece”

“Feel what it means to be complete...”

“I guess... be loved as much as my dad still loves my mom. He still sings her favourite songs every valentine’s day or birthday”

“Remember any of those songs?” He asked

“Yeah, I’m not a good singer but he’s always like: I close my eyes and I see your face when I'm alone I long for your embrace and I've tried to find you many times but you have faded my eyes cos' you are you are you are one of a kind Find that missing part the part that completes my heart”

“He’s in love” I nod “Someone special will come, you’re an incredible driver and woman, so, be pacient. Every love is different, one’s just prepare you for something more real, all I know is that you’ll find your missing jigsaw piece too” He said as he grabed my hand and squeezed a bit. Why am I feeling butterflies?

“Thanks Lando, now I know why you’re Carlos favourite”

“It’s all about my looks, don’t be fooled” We laugh and keep making questions until he had to go to his room to rest.

28/07/2022

HUNGARY GP @10:40

“Netflix, guys, you’re so lovely” It’s not too early in the morning, I came early to my motorhome to continue sleeping and just be ready for interviewes at 11. Well, here I am.

“Where is your phone Charlotte?”

“In my pocket, why?” I said raising an eyebrow

“Did you know that Sebastian Vettel has instagram?” I laugh.

I almost forget it. After the Saudi Arabia GP y spend my flight back to UK with Sebastian, while I was asking for advice for future races, he just asked me to help him create an instagram account for an special video. I guess that retirement is really special. I was shocked and almost cried but he is so confident about his decision and nobody has the right to judge him, it’s not easy to be chasing you dream without the ones you love.

“I know, he’ll announcing his retirement at the end of the season”

“You don’t seem surprised”

“I already knew, I am sad, he’s been so important for the sport, he’ll be missed but at the same time I’m happy to spend his last season with him. When I see he around, I ask for advice, he’s a world champion after all”

“I like how you think” he write something on a paper “So far, your rookie season has been incredible, do you see yourself winning the championship?”

“I don’t want to say yes but we have to wait, everything is so umpredictable. But I hope so, that will be a great present for my mom”

“Oh...she’s proud, yes” I saw a tear falling for his eyes “Sorry”

“Don’t worry, I love to talk about her, she’s with me all the time”

31/07/2022

HUNGARY GP @14:00

“Radio check”

“Hello? It’s me”

“I know Charlotte, I’m your engineer”

“You used to be funny, be ready, If I get on P1 I’m gonna spray the whole bottle on champagne on your face”

He laughs “Get ready for the formation lap. 15 seconds”

“Welcome to the Hungarian GP, a very interesting front row with our rookie Charlotte Robyn-Jones and the seventh time world champion, Lewis Hamilton. Then both Red Bulls, Alex Albon, Charles Leclerc, Pierre Gasly, Fernando Alonso, Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz, Sebastian Vettel, Valteri Bottas, George Russell, Yuki Tsunoda, Daniel Ricciardo, Mick Schumacher, Kevin Magnussen, Lance Stroll, Esteban Ocon and Zhou Guanyu”

“Last race before summer vacation and then going back to the other half of the season to define the 2022 world champion. With heighest expectations for the rookie of Williams racing or the raining champion Max Verstappen, with just a few seconds for this race and it’s lights out and away we go”

With 57 of the 70 laps for this race and two safety cars later due colisions that make my teammate out of the race with Ocon, Checo and Stroll. I keep my position in P1 with Max not to far from me, but as the time passed I was getting a bit tired so I was pushing as much as ever to finish as quickly as ever.

“Verstappen 1.3 seconds behind”

“Copy. I think something happen to my water bag, at lap 41 it was empty”

“We have to check at the end of the race. Sorry Charlotte”

“Ok, at least I don't feel like going to the bathroom”

At lap 66 I saw how Max was a bit closer to me, considering that we pitted at the same time, he chasing for the cheese, aka me, was on.

“Charlotte, time to push, give them hell”

“Oh wow, new version of hammer time?”

“Don’t get me started kid”

“And the rookie do it again, what a reace. Charlotte Robyn-Jones in a very dominant Williams is a Gran Prix winner. What a season for her and her team. We see the gap she created with Verstappen, wow, only 0.09 seconds behind her and then Lewis Hamilton. We have to wait to the Belgium GP to see how the teams improve their cars ‘cause as far as I see, this is Williams year”

“Get ready Adam! You’re going to sleep with the essense of champions tonight!”

“Congrats Charlotte, what a race!” Multiple people cheering can be heard over the radio, all the members of the team happy as she get through the chekered flag.

“Love you team! This is for Alex too, this is our year!”

I parked my car in front of the number 1 sign, I unbuckle the belts and get of the car, Max and Lewis give fist bumps, then I run to hug the members of the team. A very happy Carlos pat my back and said well done girasol. Lando, who just get off his car, run to me and hug me and we helped each other with our helmets, as I took off my balaclava, I dedicated him a winked

“Do you like the view of my rear wing?”

“I preffer the view I saw everytime you smile in the podium” For a moment I feel out of breath, he is the one.

We smile at each other

“Hope to share it with you, to enjoy the same view” I cannot hear his answer ‘cause Ava pull my arm to do the interview before the podium celebrations so I waved to him. What’s this feeling?

LATER WITH NETFLIX

“Do you have any conversations for next year? Your team principal said that Williams isn’t going to offer you another contract even if you win the championship. You have multiple options, Ricciardo, Gasly and Vettel’s seat”

“That’s a secret for Abu Dabi, too much gossip is not healthy guys”

“So...anything to say?”

“Want a hint?”

“Yes, please” I smiled looking to the camera

“Enchanté”

Hi! Thanks for the support on this story/series. English it’s not my first language but I try my best, anyway, enjoy, I got inspired and If you have requests for any driver, I’m open to them. I’m still organizing this story considering that I’m going full mode with Lando and trying to put together the main topic of this <<<something so sad>>>, as I said, enjoy and have a nice day/night :)

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silversainz · 2 years

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Here for you

dad!Sebastian vattel x teenage reader

Summary: being the youngest f1 driver and being a female in such a sport can be amazing and scaring sometimes. and well when old man see young females in such a sport they find any opportunity to be a weirdo and creep to them

warnings and read with caution: sexual harassment, pining, creepy behavior, old man, hitting, slapping, lots of angst, Sebastian being a father figure, fighting, mentions of bleeding, crying, cussing lots of it, not proofread, probably some errors.

"and there's the birthday girl!" Sebastian cheered as you walked into the restaurant and pulled you in for a hug while playfully fake crying. Everybody watched the scene unfold and laughed at him, while giving you soft pats on the back and some hugs as you let go of Sebastian and walked over to your seat beside Mick.

"my girl is getting old" you rolled your eyes at Sebastian's dramatic self and put your hand up to your chest acting offended. "I'm not that old! I'm eighteen now!" You gigged as everybody groaned and started pretending to cry on each other.

being the youngest on the gird came with the benefits of being treated like a little sister and daughter to everyone on the gird even with those who you didn't talk to or even know that well. and so tonight for your birthday, eighteen to be exact. they all decided to take you out to your favorite restaurant and just celebrate your birthday together. As they knew you didn't like going all out for your birthday and liked to have simple birthdays.

As the night went on and everybody was laughing chatting away with each other while drinking and enjoying their food. as you were in a conversation with Charlotte who sat next to you, somebody tapped you on the shoulder causing you to jump and look at them, only to see an older looking man, instead of somebody you knew.

"oh um, can I help you?" you asked the man causing the guys to look your way with curious eyes and looking the creepy looking man up and down. "Y-youre y/n, r-right" the man stuttered over his words way too drunk and smelled so badly of strong alcohol

"yeah I am, can I help you?" from under the table Charlotte grabbed onto your hand squeezing it as a warning sign, something she often did with you when she found discomfort in the man talking to you. but you chose to ignore it and politely smiled at the man a happy smile pulling at your lips

"o-oh you're much more beautiful in person, wow babe" he continued on eyeing you up looking at you with hungry lustful looking eyes, it's when he licked his lips and put a hand on your shoulder gripping it roughly, made Sebastian stand up from his seat a furious and disgusting look in his eyes, he walked over to the him and pushed him away lightly "alright that's enough, mate. You've clearly had too much to drunk." Sebastian got up in the mans face and got in front of the man blocking him from you.

the man put his hands up in defense and laughed "o-oh c-come on mate" he mocked Sebastian's accent "I was just admiring the pretty young girl" Sebastian ballied his fist up at that and got up in the mans face.

"I don't fucking care. get lost and stop hitting on young girls you fucking creep" Sebastian grabbed onto the mans shoulder and forcefully pushed him away from the table, he watched as the man took one last look at you and shook his head while walking away.

Sebastian looked at you and rubbed your shoulder in a comfort way "you alright kid" he asked as he made his way back to his seat while looking back and seeing if that man left. "yeah-um I'm fine. that was just unexpected. I'm sorry guys" everybody waved you off mumbling about how it wasn't your fault and tried changing the subject for you, while looking around making sure the creep left.

as hours went by and the restaurant was now completely empty, except for the 11 of you in the restaurant. everybody decided it was time to go home seeing as it was almost three in the morning and you all had spent all morning till night there.

as everybody was putting on their coats and grabbing their valuable items getting ready to leave, they all hugged each other saying goodbye one by one while they all left their separate ways. As you grabbed your phone and was getting ready to leave, Sebastian pulled you to the side with a smile on his.

"I hope you enjoyed your birthday dinner kid" he pulled you in for another hug making you wrap your arms around him hugging him tightly "I sure did. thank you for putting this all together it mean a lot, especially coming from all of you" you pulled away and Sebastian grabbed his coat putting it on getting ready to leave as well.

"well I'll see you tomorrow kid at the race, right?"Sebastian asked as you nodded your head "yeah I'll be there. Also um I need to use the bathroom real quick, can you wait here until I come back please" you asked, Sebastian chuckled while pulling out a chair.

"sure I'll be waiting here, take your time" and with that you walked off in the direction of the restroom, unbeknownst to you a man lurked in the shadows of the restaurant and eyed you from across the bar, like a prey in the night. he tossed his cigarette in the cigarette tray while taking another shot he got up from his seat and walked towards the bathrooms that he saw you walk in.

while you stood there washing your hands. you felt weird like somebody was staring at you, but as you looked around you saw no one and was the only one in the bathroom. You turned off the faucet and dried your hands. as you opened up the bathroom door you were about to walk out when suddenly somebody had grabbed you and pushed you harshly back into the bathroom

it all happened in the blink of an eye, so you didn't even have time to process what was happening, but when you did you opened your mouth to scream but the man was quicker than you and put his hand up to your mouth covering it. "Shh sweetie, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you" his hand slid up your thigh gripping it with his rough hand and you felt tears blurry your eyes but you blinked them away and recognized the man as the some one from earlier. you tried to push him away but he was much stronger than you and kept you trapped in between him and the wall.

"oh shh don't cry" his hand left your thigh and moved the hair from your eyes "please don't cry honey" as his hand left your face and went to reach in his back pocket to get something, you took some as your opportunity and kneed him in the stomach, his hand was free from your face and you so you screamed so loud yelling Sebastian's name.

"you fucking bitch!" The man yelled out and slapped you hard across the face sending you backwards. he grabbed onto your arms and slammed you hard into the wall, you screamed out in pain as he shoved your head in the wall "why did you fucking do that, you fucking bitch!" He let go of you, but all you could do was hopelessly slid down the wall your vision blurry and head pounding with pain causing you to put your hand behind your head and hissing when realized your head was bleeding.

as you sat there the man only saw this as an opportunity and stood above you, gripping onto your cheeks harshly while he raised his hand and slapped you again across the face, causing you to black out and black in, as he went to raise his hand again you heard loud shouts and somebody grabbing onto your body and pulling you into their embrace.

as you regained conscious and could see things, you saw Sebastian standing over the man and punching him over and over until the man's face was bleeding and he couldn't fight back, Sebastian didn't stop tho, he continued on hitting him until somebody eventually pulled him off "let fucking go of me" Sebastian screamed at the person who held him back and broke away from their holding and ran over to the man who laid hopelessly on the floor, he got on top of the man and started punching him repeatedly not stopping until the man passed out.

"s-Sebastian ow fuck" you tried to yell but it only came out as a whisper, "Sebastian!" You yelled this time and held onto your head the pain increasing by the minute. everything suddenly went quiet and all you could hear was the harsh breathing from Sebastian, you whined in pain as somebody put a wet paper towel on your head trying to stop the bleeding.

"fuck kid" Sebastian ran over to you while pushing the employee who held the wet paper to your head away from you and pulled you his chest his using his whole body as a shield as he hugged you. "i-i can't see, it's all blurry" you cried out in his chest, Sebastian lifted your head up from his chest and took a look at your face "shit you're bleeding" the employee who stood beside him handed him more paper towels, while the other one watched the man on the floor and called the cops.

"h-he touched me" you cried out, Sebastian dropped his hand from your head and looked at you "he fucking what" Sebastian went to stand up but you grabbed onto his arm to stop him and pulled him back down to your level. he fought against your strong hold on his arm trying to get loose to go and beat the man up again, but you didn't let go and so he gave up and just pulled you back into his embrace.

five minutes went and Sebastian still didn't let you go even as the cops and ambulance arrived. as the cops handcuffed the man, the paramedics bought you to the car and settled you on the bed in the back getting ready to take to the hospital

"where is Sebastian" you asked the lady beside you, your vision slowly coming back. "He's coming sweetheart" as soon as she answered you Sebastian hopped in the back of the ambulance with you and immediately grabbed onto your hand.

"I'm right here kid" Sebastian gave your hand a light squeeze "I'm scared" you told him as you still couldn't see much and all you practically saw was all blurriness. "You'll be fine don't worry" he resumed you.

"please stay with me"

"shh I'm staying here don't worry"

a/n: I hate the ending I'm sorry, I can't write endings for the life of me. anyways I'm sorry that this is literally all over the place and I know I say this a lot, but I wrote this late again and so I kinda rushed it because this has been sitting in my drafts for days, so I'm very sorry if it's sloppy. On another note Lewis fic should be coming out soon!

#sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel x you #sebastian vettel imagine #sebastian vettel fanfic #Sebastian vettel oneshot #Sebastian vettel angst #formula 1 angst #formula 1 #formula one #f1

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dianethepisceswitch · 2 months

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My feelings on the "Silver is gonna kill Malleus" topic

@oddberryshortcake recently made a post explaining her opinions on the topic. One of her key points was that death and killing goes against Silver's character and morals. I agree with that opinion wholeheartedly. Silver is Aurora, and would try to be compassionate and ease Malleus's pain with his words rather than drawing a sword. If anything, the person out of that group who would be quickest to pull out a sword and start fighting would be Sebek. This doesn't apply as much because of his intense Malleus worship, but Sebek is less likely to try and talk things out. I really do doubt that anyone is gonna try and kill him unless S.T.Y.X. as a company wants to disobey the Shrouds and take matters into their own hands.

Despite all of this, I'm really angsty. Seriously, I love a good bad ending. One of my biggest gripes with the chapters in Twisted Wonderland is that after they defeat an overblot everything just goes back to normal. I know that this is a Disney world and there's ALWAYS a happy ending in Disney films, but it's unrealistic. Not trying to say that a universe with cat men, magical frisbee tournaments, and ink monsters is realistic, but the effect that overblot has on the universe is almost non-existent. I think if Malleus were to die, it could give everyone the reality check they needed. Not everything has some happily ever after. People die. People become traumatized. It may have been fun the past six chapters to dance and have a rhythmic after we defeat a "villain", but chapter seven if different. For a lack of better words, chapter seven isn't like other chapters. Chapter seven having lasting, devastating, worldcrushing, eye-opening consequences that the characters have never experienced, besides the Diasomnia group.

Truely, if Malleus dies I could imagine everybody trying to be happy. Trying to start a rhythmic, but ultimately breaking down instead. Screaming, crying, numb, etc, as a result of not only Malleus's death, but because of everything they themselves have faced. Perhaps Leona can finally breakdown and cry about his lack of feeling valued as a kid, you get the picture. This would be bad especially for the Diasomnia group and the player. For Diasomnia, he was family, whether he was a brother, a master, or a son, he was family and now he's gone. I could see the characters going out into public and hearing and seeing people celebrating his death, someone like Rollo. Seeing this could evoke feelings of anger, or cause the profound sorrow to well up once again. After all, Malleus's death is basically him losing Melanor and Levan for a second time.

Luckily for us, Disney is a bunch of flakers, so I doubt they will take this road. Regardless of whether he lives or dies, I'll be satisfied. I'm excited to see what Aniplex has in store for the remainder of this chapter, and I will be anxiously watching alongside the rest of the fandom.

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Dadbastian Week Day 1: Proud

Hello, everybody! I hope you all are as excited as I am for the first day of Dadbastian week! I have a handful of drabbles to share with you to celebrate one of my personal favorite Black Butler headcanons. This one is inspired a post that was made by @anawkwardlady over a year ago (linked at the end in order to avoid spoiling the drabble). It's 3.1k and takes place during the murders arc, shortly after Sebastian fakes his death.

Enjoy, and see you again soon for more!

Ciel wondered if he’d ever grow accustomed to the sight of death. It felt juvenile not to be — and yet when the smell was factored in, it was almost impossible not to run or freeze in its presence. Those instincts were pressing on him right now. Forcing himself to walk below-stairs to the place where the scent and sight of death both lingered was a task he could scarcely admit to himself was difficult.

He felt he’d done pretty well with Sebastian’s “death,” all things considered. He had really not wanted to throw a fit over the “corpse.” Death never made Ciel want to cry anymore, so the performance of sadness had indeed been just that: a performance. He’d even started laughing a little in the middle of it and had had to mask the laughs as sobs. Had he found the moment of Sebastian’s death exactly funny? He’d certainly wanted to. But he knew in his heart that some of the laughter was simply nervous energy begging to be expelled. The servants’ wailing in the background had been all too real. And then there was something else niggling at him that he couldn’t quite name…

Ciel winced lightly. Forget about it. Sebastian wouldn’t stay dead, those three servants would have their grief eased, and then he could put the mission behind him forever, never to address again. It wouldn’t be much longer now.

Two of the four servants were currently alongside him. Bard was leading the way to the cellar, guiding them with the orange ambience of a cold-blast lantern, and Finny was by his side, a subdued air surrounding him. Next was the professor and so-called “leader” in this investigation, as appointed by Ciel himself, Arthur Doyle. Ciel was fourth in line, and Lord Charles Grey took the rear.

Theirs was a quiet party, until Doyle just had to interrupt the morgue-like silence with, “In this setting, I half expect a ghost or the like to pop out at any moment.”

“HEY, CUT THAT OUUUT!!” Grey’s cry echoed loudly in the small, coiled space of the stairwell. Ciel resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Some knight of the Queen you are, getting scared of— wah! And now Grey had suddenly thought it would be acceptable to attach himself to Ciel’s arm like a person prone to fainting! “There’s no such thing as ghosts! ’Cause I only believe in what I can cut down with my sword!”

“Then can you try your hand at walking without clinging on to me?” Ciel felt his posture slumping beneath the added weight of this overgrown child. “It’s hard for me to move like this…”

Grey’s miserably strong grip only loosened a fraction. “I figured you must be scared, so I was taking the trouble of comforting you…” Don’t try and pin your juvenile behavior on me!! You’re enough of a thorn in my side when you aren’t treating me like a security blanket!

“Gentlemen, we’re here,” Bard thankfully interrupted and pulled open the cellar door to permit them entry. About time. Doyle led the way inside while Ciel could feel Grey’s trembling hand still clutching his shoulder. Before them on the cold stone floor lay the three bodies covered in their white sheets. The center sheet belonged to Sebastian.

It smelled badly here in general, dank and musty, but the death scent didn’t linger quite as much as Ciel had anticipated, likely thanks to the cold. He took a deep breath and told his trepidation to desert him. His reputation was on the line here. He strode boldly forward.

A voice interrupted before he made it far. “Young master, hold on. Use these if you’re gonna touch the bodies.” Ciel turned to see Bard offering out a pair of rubber gloves. The chef’s blue eyes were steely; he was hardening himself against the presence of death too.

Ciel didn’t mention it. He hoped his own gaze looked aloof and unaffected. “Right.” He tugged the gloves on; they felt large and cumbersome on his hands. Doyle had already donned his pair and said while pulling back the middle sheet, “Then if I may beg your pardon, Sebastian…”

Ciel braced himself for the sight of blood. What caught his attention first was water.

“He’s wet?!” Doyle cried out, and Finny gasped too.

Bard glanced up to the ceiling. “I’ll bet it’s leakin’ in through the roof.”

No, it’s not that… Ciel kept his expression blank, but a little part of him wanted to laugh again. Sebastian had probably been running around in the rain mere moments before their arrival! What lengths he has to go not to be the one to spoil the game… Heh. Idiot.

Finny saw no humor in the situation. “Poor Mr. Sebastian! C’mon, let’s move him!”

Doyle soberly agreed. “Yes, let’s. The water will hasten decay, after all. Not to mention undressing him in order to investigate further will be quite troublesome since rigor mortis has set in. So let’s first turn him over and—”

“STOP IT!! Don’t treat Mr. Sebastian like a thing!”

Ciel was already crouching by Sebastian’s body when Finny suddenly leapt in front of Doyle to keep him from proceeding. Honestly, this outburst… Why did I think it would be a good idea to bring Finny again? Ciel ignored the pang of guilt and interrupted this silly little tantrum before hysterics could set in.

“Finny. If you’re going to carry on like this, get out. You’re in the way.” He waved his hand in a half-hearted shooing motion. “We can move him later. The key comes first.”

Ciel couldn’t look Finny in the eyes when he said it. He knew what he’d see: a whipped puppy expression as that child of a gardener struggled to cope with the death of a familiar person for the first time since he came to the manor. Never mind it. Maybe this was good for Finny. Get a little taste of mourning now, he’d only have to know it more intimately some other day…

Finny paced dejectedly away, and Bard offered a pat on the head. He’ll be fine. Meanwhile, Grey had joined them on the floor in searching Sebastian’s clothes for the key to the master bedroom. Ciel resisted the urge to glare at him. This whole farce of going through each article of clothing felt like such a waste of time when the actual murderer was still at large. But the Queen did love her games…

For the sake of playing along, Ciel said, “It doesn’t seem to be on his albert chain…”

Grey put a hand to his chin. “Did he maybe wear it around his neck?”

Ciel shook his head. “No, of course not. It would have to be in a less obvious place.” Then he went about helping Doyle remove Sebastian’s tailcoat. ‘Rigor mortis’ had indeed set in. Ugh, you didn’t have to make your muscles this stiff, damn demon…

Doyle took the clothing in his hands and began to dig through the external pockets. “Nothing here…”

“He has pockets inside the interior lining too.” Ciel knew all too well about the strange little mysteries Sebastian would occasionally pluck from the tailcoat’s depths. “Check those.”

“Ah, I see… Hang on. Oh! I might have found it.” Doyle dug into a bit of lining along the breast. There was a moment of hesitation. “Wait a minute—! This is—?”

“Hmm?” Ciel glanced up at the note of fear in Doyle’s voice. It couldn’t be the key he’d just discovered, so… what had him so upset?

Between gloved fingertips, Doyle had extracted a thin silver chain the approximate length of a bracelet. The chain bore no gems or charms. Instead, suspended from floral bead caps were four tiny bones of a particular shape and size—

Ciel blanched when the recognition struck him. Oh. Oh no.

“What the hell?” Grey was staring at the odd jewelry that Doyle clutched in his trembling hand. “What in the world am I looking at?”

“Ch-Ch-Ch-Children’s teeth!” Doyle stuttered. “These are definitely teeth once belonging to a child! But why?! And why were they made into jewelry?! For what purpose would a butler be carrying this?!”

“That’s what I’d like to know,” Ciel managed to bite out. He could already feel the heat coming to his face.

“Maybe he had more innocent victims than we imagined,” Grey said pointedly.

“Of course not! Mr. Sebastian isn’t so cold-blooded!” Finny cried.

“At least, not in this way he wasn’t…” Bard tacked on.

Doyle gulped. “So then where did such a collection come from…?”

“From me. They’re my teeth.”

Bard, Finny, Grey, and Doyle all stared at Ciel when he admitted it. Ciel tried not to look embarrassed from their attention. “Those are milk teeth I lost naturally a few years ago, throughout Sebastian’s time at the manor,” Ciel explained sourly, folding his arms. “It would be just like Sebastian to think he’s being funny with something like this… When really he’s being vile and disturbing…”

“‘Being’? Don’t you mean ‘been’?” Grey said.

Ciel narrowed his gaze, hoping it looked injured and not simply annoyed. “… Yes.”

“Well, that certainly gave me a fright…” Doyle sighed. He held out the chain, eager to be rid of it. “Um… Should I… p-put it back then…?”

Ciel thrust out his palm. “No, give it here. They’re my teeth in the first place, so I should be the one to decide what becomes of them! Honestly, if I’d known he’d done something like this…”

Ciel glared down at Sebastian’s ridiculous death expression and wondered if he detected just the barest hint of a grin. Idiot! Damn demon! You can expect some very specific dessert requests in the near future as payback for this!

But Sebastian would suffer his own humiliation in the undressing that followed — and between that and the rest of the winding events that led to clinking glasses of red perilla juice in a spare bedroom, by the next day’s debriefing with the professor in the greenhouse, the bracelet had nearly fled from Ciel’s memory.

“Ah, wait! That strange jewelry you had hidden in your tailcoat — were those really the Earl’s teeth?!”

At least until it was brought back by Doyle over elevenses.

Sebastian was able to answer for himself now, and unfortunately he did so promptly. “Oh yes, they are! They’re quite cute, aren’t they?” he said brightly. And then Sebastian was suddenly dangling the chain out—! “This molar here I pulled myself. A stubborn little thing, it was! It gave the young lord some trouble while he was trying to enjoy his favorite cake, but I was happy to remove it for him.”

Ciel’s hand automatically traveled to the pocket of his suit coat even though he already knew exactly what he would find: nothing. “Hey!! When did you take that back?!”

The question was ignored. “This one is my favorite.” Sebastian laid out the chain in his palm and pointed at the next in line. “Look at how sharp it is! Like a little fang. Delightful! Human canines are so amusing.”

Doyle blinked. “H-Human…?”

“Shut up! That’s enough!” Ciel launched his arm across the table to grab for it, but Sebastian only brought it out of reach. “Teeth aren’t cute! Something is wrong with you!”

“The young master has unfortunately nearly completed the growth of his permanent teeth,” Sebastian sighed with what sounded like real remorse, “so these four are all I shall ever have… but I will treasure them dearly for a long, long while.”

“Disgusting! Who gave you permission to treasure these?! I certainly didn’t!” Ciel gripped the armrests of his chair. “Get rid of that stupid thing! Better yet, destroy it!”

Sebastian smiled primly. “My, my, what a fuss. I ought to carry on with my explanation to Mr. Doyle now, don’t you think? Plenty more important ground to cover.”

“Bastard! You’re the one who paused the whole conversation with your terrible fawning!”

“What a fuss.”

Oh. Ciel felt the voice ring in his memory so crisply then. “What a fuss.” Right… He had said that back then too, hadn’t he?

“Why all these tears, little brother? Did you really still think that Santa Claus was real? Next you’ll say that the tooth fairy exists as well.”

She does! Of course she does!

“Of course she doesn’t, you mean. Nobody wants a child’s teeth but his mother and father.”

The tooth fairy does!

“Then tell me, what does she do with all the teeth she’s given? There must be millions.”

She… She…

She makes jewelry out of them!!

“Hey. Damn demon. Come here.”

It was later that night, after Tanaka had snuffed out the lamps and Ciel was settled down in bed in his pajamas. Sebastian had yet to confirm his existence back to the servants; he wouldn’t until the funeral. He came almost like an apparition to the bedside. “Yes, young master?” he spoke softly.

“Did you destroy that horrid bracelet of teeth like I told you to?”

Even in the darkness, Ciel thought he could see Sebastian frowning. “Ah. Well, my lord, it wasn’t an order, so…”

“Tch. Cheeky as ever. Still needing as much instruction as you did on day one.” Ciel folded his arms over the comforter. Sebastian continued to look at him with hesitant disapproval. “What’s with that face? Why do you want to keep it so badly?”

There was a pause. Sebastian reached into his coat and removed this prized possession from the same hidden pocket it had been discovered in before. He seemed to study it in his hand. “I am not sure I could fully explain it myself,” he said eventually. “It is something irreplaceable… and I do not come across irreplaceable things very often in my existence. I suppose that makes it rather precious.” He smiled.

Ciel didn’t smile back. He narrowed his gaze at Sebastian, shrewd, before eventually closing his eyes. “Ugh… Listen. I don’t care if you were the one to pull them or find them or what have you. Those teeth are technically stolen goods, from me. So if you’re not going to give that stupid chain up, I do expect you to pay me what I’m owed.”

Sebastian blinked widely. “Oh? You want… money, sir?”

“That’s how the exchange works,” Ciel said, feeling a bit silly as he spoke it but trying not to betray this. “Even children are paid by their parents for their teeth, you know. Nothing in life is free.”

“Paid by their parents?” Sebastian snapped his fingers. “Ah, that’s right! Mr. Tanaka did explain this, didn’t he? You have something called the tooth fairy.”

Ciel sniffed. Right. Of course Tanaka had explained it. “Yes, the tooth fairy. When I was a child, I believe her rates were five pence per tooth, but I should say inflation has at least doubled the prices by now.”

“Is that so?” Sebastian said laughingly.

“I expect proper payment first thing tomorrow,” Ciel said, rolling over onto his side to finalize the transaction as well as the conversation. “And… go about your night duties with diligence. There are a lot of extra eyes around here now. Though their vision may be poor.”

“Of course, sir. Sleep well… and may good fortune find you in your dreams.”

It wasn’t good fortune that found him in his dreams, but that which he had been unable to name the morning of Sebastian’s “death.” The way the body lay on the floor, its chin tipped back at that uncomfortable angle, the blood spattered across its lips, dark hair fanned across the carpet, eyes staring at nothing… Had Sebastian known, somehow, that it was so much like how Ciel’s predecessor had looked in death? Had he known that Ciel would feel the cold hand gripping his heart at the sight? Ciel’s mind knew it. It played the images of the bodies across his eyelids until deaths of father and butler were indistinguishable from each other.

Ciel could not run away. He had to approach the body and sit upon its chest and look this amalgamation in its unseeing face. The Queen’s trial had given him no choice, and the dream behaved in kind. Death was right beneath him. Ciel could feel the pooling warmth of the body, could see the dull gloss of the blood. He longed, more than anything, to run from this. Instead, he leaned toward the head so his mouth was right next to the corpse’s ear.

The smell of death was in his nose. He didn’t remember what he was supposed to whisper. He wanted to scream. But then, suddenly, he felt a gentle pressure against the back of his head.

“Now, now, it is all right. You did very well, maintaining a brave front for so long. But now, you must simply rest.”

Then the hand pulled away with a sound like far-off bells. With its departure, Ciel was able to sit up again. But the corpse beneath him was gone. So was the blood and the smell. He whipped his head side to side, looking for who had touched his hair and reassured him, who had delivered him from fear, but he was answered only by that soft metal chiming that seemed to come from behind him yet far away…

7:30 sharp brought Tanaka.

Ciel rose slowly to the summons with the draining sense that he’d had suffered a terrible dream the night before. Or maybe it was just the whole gambit of events catching up with him… But it didn’t matter what it was. He had to get on with the morning, no matter what.

Tanaka was a quieter attendant than Sebastian could ever be. The silence seemed to cast a six-foot shadow across the room as Ciel drank his tea and read the paper. It was only broken when Ciel rose off the pillows to meet Tanaka in the dressing room, with a single little thump hitting the carpet.

Curious, confused, Ciel bent down to look at the floor. The culprit was winking up at him in the early sunlight. It was the shine of a ten pence coin.

For a moment, it puzzled him. Then his memory returned. The teeth… Ciel pulled back his pillow and, sure enough, there waited three identical coins. Exactly what he was owed and first thing in the morning, as promised. Ciel had nearly forgotten between the time of sleeping and waking. Of course Sebastian hadn’t.

Ciel sighed out his nose before plucking up each coin from the coverlet, feeling their edges dimple into his palm. It was a strange sort of reassurance. Metallic, cold. The coins were eventually tucked into his suit coat pocket, where they jangled together like far-off bells before settling.

That sound… Ciel strained but he could not place it. He only knew it was soothing somehow, and that the coins would stay with him for the rest of the day. Should his hand automatically travel to that pocket, he already knew exactly what he would find.

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Note: This is the post that inspired the drabble. Thanks, Nana! 😊

#happy dadbastian week!

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magicfootballstuff · 1 year

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The Future is Ours - part 1 (ona batlle x reader)

Today might be the best day of your life.

Manchester United have just won the league. You’ve been the underdogs all season, all the debates in the media have been about which Manchester club would finish third, but the team defied all expectations, nicked points off Chelsea, City and Arsenal, and not only qualified for the Champions League for the first time, but beat Chelsea to the title on the last day of the season on goal difference.

It doesn’t yet feel real.

The whole team has been partying since the final whistle, starting with champagne on the pitch, then beers in the dressing room, and now the club has hired an exclusive bar set in the penthouse of one of Manchester’s fanciest skyscrapers.

You feel giddy and you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the euphoria of winning.

There’s something missing - or rather someone. Ona told you she was just going to get a bit of air but you haven’t seen her in almost thirty minutes and you’re starting to worry, which is why you excuse yourself from the celebrations and go to look for her.

You eventually find Ona up on the roof, leaning on the railing as she looks out over the twinkling Manchester skyline.

“Hey,” you say, going to stand next to her and leaning on the railing too, covering one of her hands in yours.

Ona lets you tangle your fingers together but she’s weirdly quiet, staring out at the city with sadness in her eyes, and when you realise why she’s comes up here alone, your euphoria all disappears.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?”

Ona nods once in reply and you can see from the frown on her face that she’s struggling with the effort of not crying.

It’s no secret that Ona’s future has been uncertain for the last few months. She’s been tight-lipped with the press, with her teammates, with everybody except for you, but even you haven’t known exactly which way her decision would swing until now. You’ve talked about the pros and cons, the hypotheticals of turning your relationship long distance, the possibility that you might want to leave United someday too. The selfish part of you had hoped that winning the league would help, that a trophy and the promise of Champions League football next season might be enough to convince her. But you’ve also known that it’s always been her plan to return to Barcelona at some point. If she turns down the offer now, it might never come again.

You wrap an arm around her shoulder and pull her body against yours, pressing your lips to her forehead as you hear her sniffle.

“This has been the hardest decision I’ve ever made,” Ona says. “Even harder than when I left Spain to come to Manchester. This city is special. This team is special. I came to United to develop as a footballer but this place has really changed me.”

You smile to yourself when you remember the shy Spanish girl who first joined the team three years ago. She was quiet, a hard-worker on the pitch but hardly spoke any English and mostly kept herself to herself. You knew her for a full year before she started to open up and you got to know the real her, and then it was almost inevitable that you would fall head over heels in love with her. The fact that she loves you too is the greatest honour in the world.

You struggle to see what the future of Manchester United looks like without Ona. Sure, they’ll sign somebody new to replace her on the pitch, but there are very few people who embody what it means to be Manchester United as much as her. It’ll be a big gap that she leaves behind.

Still snuggled into your side, staring out at the city of Manchester, you feel Ona’s body shake slightly, but you quickly realise that she’s laughing not crying.

“What?” you ask.

“I had the really stupid idea that I was gonna propose to you tonight,” Ona says.

Your heart almost stops in your chest as you hear her words. You’ve talked about the future, especially since Ona has been weighing up her career goals, and while it’s been clear that you both see your relationship as endgame, you’ve both shied away slightly from discussing exactly what that would look like. It’s a bit of a surprise, though definitely not an unwelcome one, to hear Ona bring up the serious subject of marriage.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to,” Ona continues, maybe sensing your surprise. “Millie talked me out of it. Said I should probably try the long distance thing before I ask you to marry me.”

“That’s probably wise,” you agree, though you don’t want to imagine the possibility that it might not work out.

Ona pulls out of your embrace and says, “So instead of buying a ring I did something else stupid instead.”

Ona lifts up her shirt and turns to the side to show you her ribcage, where you can see the shadow of a small tattoo on her ribcage just below the band of her bra that wasn’t there before.

“When did you get that?” you ask Ona, wondering why you haven’t seen it before.

“A couple of days ago.”

“You got a rib tattoo two days before the game that could make or break our league?” you ask, racking your brains to figure out how she managed to keep this a secret when she not only lives with you, but also changes in and out of different sports kits multiple times a day in front of you.

“It’s been a bit sore, but not too bad,” Ona shrugs.

“Move into the light so I can see it,” you say, steering Ona with your hands on her hips until she’s standing under the green glow of a fire escape sign.

You bend to examine the tattoo. It’s a little abstract in design but you can see exactly what it is. A pronged trident with a handle that curves and swirls until it reaches an arrowhead like the point of a devil’s tail. There are some letters that you realise are Roman numerals - ‘II’ and ‘XVIII’ - and some numbers below that look like coordinates.

“Your shirt number and mine,” you say, looking up at Ona in awe. “What are the coordinates?”

“The training pitch at Carrington where I first met you,” Ona explains. “It’s not a ring, but it’s a promise that whatever team I play for, whatever country I live in, I’m yours.”

“It’s a bit more permanent than a ring,” you point out with a laugh.

“I love you,” Ona confesses with a shrug, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “I want you to know that’s not going to change, even when I move to Barcelona.”

When she moves to Barcelona. Until now, it’s always been an ‘if’.

“When does the deal get finalised?” you ask.

“I fly out on Wednesday to sign the paperwork.“

“That’s really soon.”

“They won’t announce it to the media for a couple of weeks,” Ona says, pulling her top back down to cover the tattoo. “I’ll tell the team on Tuesday, let them have a couple of days to celebrate winning the league before I tell them. And we have the whole summer together before I move.”

And that’s when it really hits you. Ona is leaving. You have the summer together, but you’ll be away for the World Cup for half of that anyway, and before you know it you’ll both be back in pre-season training, for different clubs this time.

“You’re quiet,” Ona says, reaching for your hand. “Are you upset?”

“Of course I’m upset,” you admit. “I’m gutted. But I’ve also never been prouder. You’re gonna smash it in Barcelona. They’re very lucky to have you.”

“I’m lucky to have you,” Ona says, swinging your joined hands between you and stepping closer to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

“You’ve see the bar high though,” you say, grinning as you pull back from the kiss.

“What do you mean?” Ona frowns at you.

“Well if you’ve permanently inked your skin for this occasion, you’re gonna have to pull out something huge when you actually propose.”

“I’ll come up with something,” Ona promises you with a grin.

It’s the best day of your life and the worst all in one, but despite the difficult times to come in the future, there’s nobody you’d rather navigate that with than Ona.

———

continued in part 2

#woso x reader #woso imagine #ona batlle x reader #ona batlle imagine #established relationship

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saucymalum · 1 year

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You said you wanted requests so here I go (you don’t have to write it) can you write an enemies to lover with Ashton (because that’s the best trope for him) where he finally makes y/n cry. And he goes to apologize and admits his feelings…..k bye 💖

What's This? (Consequences of my Actions) A.I

Ashton Irwin x Gn!reader (they/them pronouns)

Word Count: 2.6k

I am so goddamn sorry this took almost a YEAR. I finally made it tho!

I always knew he hated me. He didn’t hide it. He didn’t like that I was “Invading” his friend group. That I was getting along with them. He didn’t like me. It infuriated me how he acted like he was better than me. All I wanted was to be his friend and he didn't give me a chance. I couldn't understand how he could hate me for no reason. So I gave him a reason.

I tried to annoy him every time I could. He didn’t want me at a party so badly he would text me to not come and I’d arrive early with baked goods. He didn’t like me tweeting about his band so much that he’d intentionally be the only member not following me? I tagged them all in every tweet. I became his hell. Did I hate him? No. But I hated that he treated me like he was better. Like I was insignificant.

To the fans, I was their biggest fan. I’d cover their newest songs on my Instagram story and take pictures in their merch. Some thought I was even dating one of them, which was almost laughable. I truly loved them all. The party's welcoming environment they created pulled me in as Ashton stood in the corner. His hazel eyes look almost black in this light as he watches my every move. Watching me talk to everybody while he tries to keep up the small talk and savors his lemonade. His eyes left a burning trail down my skin. It became a game for me, how far I could push him.

I’d try to ask him questions in conversations, simply because I knew he didn’t want to talk to me. And that's when my plans started to crumble. I liked the guy. I thought he was fucking funny. Being antagonizing was so much easier when I didn’t know him. I wanted to be the asshole's friend. I kept trying to keep up my game, but I failed every time unless it was social media. It’s easy to fake things there. So I did.

I ignored my emotions, my guilt, and the rising feeling that I refused to acknowledge. I posted pictures of myself at their concerts; I posted their songs on my story. I was a good friend, but I avoided Ashton. And at the end of the day, it didn't matter much to him if I showed up to the parties. I saw the glares he’d given me that made me want to laugh in his face. I missed not knowing him.

I started showing up early at parties and sneaking out early. I’d avoid Ash even if I felt his eyes burn me. It seemed fine until he caught on.

I sat at their album release celebration, an hour in, and I zoned out and stared at a wall. People passed by and I sat drinking my now warm beverage. Blurs of people, laughing, smiling, dancing, pass around me. I can't believe I did this to myself.

The seat beside me dips and I look to see Luke looking expectantly at me. One eyebrow raised slightly and his blonde hair growing out from the bleach.

"What's wrong?"

"What makes you think something's wrong?" I laugh nervously.

He sits there, giving no answer, knowing i’ll break. And I do.

I spilled everything, beginning to now. Frustration pours out every word as the temperature in the room seems to rise. I don't want to be here anymore.

Luke sighs and I feel shame replace my relief.

"Why would you do this to yourself Y/N?"

"I DIDN'T WANT THIS! I JUST WANTED THE STUPID LITTLE PRICK TO BE HUMBLED. Or at least annoyed enough to stop being a dick." my breaths shake for a second "In no universe was THIS my plan. "

I fall into the back of the couch. "What do I do?"

"Talk to him."

I groan, "I forgot you're a 'communication is key' person"

Luke lightly shoves me, "So are you until you get scared and run away. You can't run away this time. Avoiding him means avoiding us and you know that."

“I know.”

“So what do you think you need to do?” He asks softly.

I take in a deep breath and straighten my back. My eyes find Ashton chatting up so girl in the corner. I let my feet guide me to him and without a word, too scared to speak, I grab his jacket and pull him out onto the back porch.

“What the Fuck, Y/N?”

“What is your problem with me? You refuse to talk to me, You hate my presence, and you constantly make an effort to show me you think im less than you. Why?”

“Maybe because you do shit like you just did without thinking about how it’d affect me.”

I scoff, “What a cop-out. You’ve hated me from the beginning. I want you to tell me why.”

He creeps further into my personal space. His height becomes increasingly harder to ignore when he looms over me. His breath fans over my face, and I want to cringe at the warmth.

“Has it ever occurred to you in your self-centered little head that not everyone likes you? You’re not some god or goddess Y/n. You grate my veins and you enjoy it. You TRIED to annoy me and you’re confused why I don’t like you? How into yourself can you be?”

Electricity pricks at my skin and the back of my eyes burn, “Don’t act like you didn’t hate me from the get-go Ashton. I know what it feels like to be disliked.”

“Then why does it bother you so much if i don’t like you? Huh? Sweet little Y/N just wants to be loved and cherished by everyone, isn't that right?” My breath shakes as the back of his hand brushes against my cheek. “Well, life doesn’t work like that. Some people will hate your grating voice and some people can't STAND your GODDAWFUL laugh. So get over it and be a fucking adult about it. Stop being a little baby.”

WARNING: description of a panic attack, stay safe and skip to the end of the trigger warning <3

He steps back and I quickly escape the cold night that suffocates me. My throat closes in on itself and my eyes water. I can’t breathe, I can’t BREATHE. I try to drag in breaths, but the effort is beyond fruitless. Through my watery eyes and past the blur and dizziness, I walk to the bathroom. I need to escape. I need to GET OUT. Everyone hates me, such a stupid baby who can’t even handle a man not liking them. How pathetic can you get? Everyone's eyes are on me. They’re laughing at me, aren’t they? I bet they are. The bathroom door’s soft close sounds like a thunderclap in my ears but that thunderclap is the most comfort I have felt since Luke and my conversation ended. My ears are ringing. I don’t know what to do.

I sink to the floor, and my back hits the cold tile, shocking my skin through my thin shirt.I've prepared for this. Ok, just find something you can smell. Ok, I can that. My mind wanders into my negative talk but quickly it snaps to the smell of the Febreze air freshener going off.

Good, good. One down four more to go, I can see the design in the ceiling, that's another.

My lungs slowly feel less pressure on them, not a semi-truck but maybe a minivan. I can hear yelling outside the door, maybe someone knocking, it's so hard to hear when I feel like I'm underwater.

I can feel the tile under my fingertips, the cold feels nice against my skin, the hot trails the tears leave sting and I almost want to press my face into the floor to cool them.

The sweet drink still lingers on my tongue. Good, I got all five. Now breathe. It's so hard when the hiccups interrupt but I practice these exercises every day.

The weight on my chest slowly releases and the tears go dry. I'm left exhausted. I want to go home. The room goes steady and I slowly stand on shaky legs.

I avoid the mirror as I cool my hands in the water flowing in the sink and press them to my cheeks.

WARNING OVER: Stay safe, loves.

The yelling outside gets clearer when I open the door, the house has been cleared away of any guests and the pounding of my heart gets a bit louder. Luke stands in front of Ashton yelling at him, words I barely have the energy to decipher.

“What the fuck is wrong with you right now, Ashton? You are a grown-ass man. What the hell would possess you to think talking to someone like that was ok?” Luke stands next to Sierra. She shoots a disappointed look at Ashton, but he ducks away.

“Oh don’t give me the disappointed parent act.” He scoffs.

Ashton walks over to the couch, closer to me, and I press my back closer to the bathroom door that I closed.

Luke chases after him, “Well, if you didn’t act so immature, maybe I wouldn’t have to Ash! What were you thinking!? You barely know her and you already decided to chase her away?”

“If she didn’t want me to hate her maybe she could have tried to not do everything I hate on purpose.”

“You gave them a panic attack! Nothing they did made them deserve that. We just want you to explain. Can you please just let us understand?”

Ashton pauses putting on his jacket and sighs, “I’m scared, ok?”

“Of what?”

“Luke, they remind me of Lacy, and I can’t get hurt like that again.” He turns around and his eyes meet mine. Shock and remorse fill his eyes, but he brushes past me and bolts for the door.

I take a shaky breath in and look at Luke and Sierra. “Luke who’s Lacy?”

We sat in the living room of Luke and Sierra’s house as they tried to explain it in the most delicate way. But really, how can you explain to someone that they reminded a person they considered an enemy of their dead girlfriend? That they reminded someone they thought hated them of someone they were in love with? I didn't think I could cry anymore. I was wrong. I reminded Ashton of a love that was ripped away from him. I hurt him by being around him.

I wanted to be mad at him. Hurt him for punishing me for something I had no part in but I couldn't.

I just wanted to go home and never leave.

And that's what I did. I stayed in bed, emotionally exhausted and numb. My self-destruction hit me like a brick, canceling my therapy appointment for the next day and turning my phone to do not disturb.

Ashton’s POV:

No one had heard from Y/N in almost a week. Seeing their face when I left made me feel like I swallowed a brick. A part of me felt glad that finally, FINALLY, they would feel just a sliver of what they've made me feel for months.

But the guilt…the guilt at that thought overwhelmed my brain quickly after. What kind of person would that make me to want someone to hurt the way I have? Even if it was someone who hurt that doesn't make it ok.

This guilt led me straight to Y/N's front door. My hand hovered over the door. What was my plan when I got here? I don't think I even gave myself time to make one.

Before I could attempt to knock on the door, it swung open with the image of Y/N's dark-circled eyes staring shocked at me.

"Oh Jesus!" they exclaim and hide behind the door a bit. The wrinkles in the pajama shirt clinging to parts of their body. A small smile creeps into the corner of my mouth at seeing them again. To see that they were at least still alive and kicking.

"I'm so sorry to just show up like this!" I step away from the door, giving them some space. "I want to check in."

Their bottom lip moves between their teeth as they chew at the loose skin. A mental debate wars on behind their eyes, no doubt wondering who asked me to come here.

"Who blackmailed you?" they ask.

A hesitant silence floats between us as I wonder if it'd be wrong to tell the truth.

A sigh passes my lips. "I felt bad."

Their eyes quickly widen again as they forget the effort to hide themself behind the door. They rush the 2 feet to me and place a hand on my arm.

"No! No, you have nothing to be sorry for! I was a goddamn asshole, Ashton! Why didn't you slap me earlier? I was so arrogant and antagonistic towards you. I can't believe it. You did nothing but try to avoid me because you were hurting and I made it ten times harder."

"Y/N, I said horrible things to you. I felt like a villain. I never want to feel like that again. I am so sorry for talking to you like that." My shoulders sink in a subconscious effort to get down to their level. To look them straight in the eyes. To maybe show them all the emotions that I felt the moment I left Luke's house."

Y/N sighs and releases my arm from their grip. They step out of the doorway, a silent invitation. Luckily, I'm not a vampire.

"Ash, what you said was true. I can't fault you for saying the truth."

How could they think that? That anything I said was true, calling them such stupid names in order to belittle them and make them feel small? What have I done?

“Nothing, and I mean nothing, I said to you was true. Yes, I was hurt and yes how you treated me didn’t help but none of it was true and keep telling you otherwise until you believe.”

They look away from my eyes to the ground. “Well, that's gonna take a while since I thought all of those things about myself long before you told me.”

A sour feeling rises in my stomach. Everything in me wants to protect them.

“Well, I’ll be here every time you doubt me.”

They scoff, “Like you’ll call me at 3 in the morning.”

“Who says I won’t” I shrug.

Their eyes glaze over with tears as they look hopefully into mine, “This isn’t how I wanted things to go, you know. I didn’t want us to hate each other.”

They turn away from me, busying themselves in front of their kettle. “I wanted to stop that stupid game months ago.”

My eyebrows wrinkle quizzically, “Then why didn’t you?”

“I couldn’t admit to myself I had feelings for you.”

Their shoulders tense quickly and the spin around to me, “Not that I’m pressuring you at all, I swear. I just-I just had to let you know I didn’t want to hurt you like this.”

“But you did mean to hurt me?”

“I thought you saw me as less than you. I wanted to prove you wrong. Now I know I was the one in the wrong.”

“Y/N I thought you were amazing. I was stupid and thought if I avoided you I wouldn’t fall for you.” I step forward into their space, “I didn’t think I could handle it.”

“Did you?”

The space between our bodies shrinks til we’re breathing the same air.

“Yes,” I whisper, my hand gravitating to their hip.

“And can you handle it?”

“With you, I think I’ll be more than fine.”

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Just A Date - Joel Miller (Post-Outbreak)

Part of the LadyBess Valentine's special! 8 Characters; 8 Dates 💜

Joel Miller x GN!Reader Mature/18+ (Minors DNI Please✨) WC: 2.6k Notable Tags: Post-Outbreak Joel, Life in Jackson, First Dates, First Kiss, First Date Nerves, Joel being a bit of a wreck, Cinema Date, References to Death, References to Tess, References to Sarah, References to Ellie, Slight Age Gap (Joel late 50s, reader mid 40s), Fluff in the snow (you'll see what I mean).

I ran a poll on my Twitter (@/this15theway) to decide which version of Joel I should write for, and post-outbreak Joel won! It was very close to being a 50/50 split though, so perhaps that tells me y’all also wouldn’t mind more pre-outbreak Joel. Watch this space…

Next up, Joel! Now, like Jack, I feel we need a bit of clarification here. Joel goes through some shit in his life, which undoubtably would change how he’d view valentine’s day. The man who lived before the outbreak is a far cry from who we see in the events of TLOU, twenty years after the world ended. As such, any traditions he used to have before the outbreak would likely be vastly different to life after.

So, how does Valentine's day look like for Mr. Miller in Jackson? Let's see, shall we?

Joel had never imagined he’d celebrate another valentines again. When the world ended, and Sarah died with it, for so long there wasn’t a single bright day in his life. The first five years of the outbreak went by in a bit of a blur, the rage and anger towards the world taking over and clouding his vision.

When the smoke eventually started to clear, dating was still not something Joel had thought about. He’d had the occasional hook-up here and there within the QZ, but nothing substantial. Not until Tess, anyway.

But with Tess dead, left behind as a sacrifice to get Joel on the road with Ellie, that loneliness had seeped back in. Travelling cross-country with a girl you consider your own kin, fighting off raiders and infected, hardly gave him much time to dwell on this state of being, though. It wasn’t until the two of them found safety in Jackson that Joel relaxed enough to think about it.

A year after settling into town, he met you. Jackson grew with each passing month, and slowly but surely the town was becoming the size of a small city. The commune still worked well though, but the expanse did make it so that it was no longer a small community where everyone knew everybody.

You’d arrived with a small group a couple of months ago, and had quickly settled in across town from Joel. Maria and Tommy had put you in charge of working in the stables, your experience with animals coming in handy in an area that relied so heavily on going out hunting on horseback and handling livestock. It was one afternoon where Joel was to accompany Tommy on patrol outside the gate, and in need of a horse, that he met you.

He’d been enamoured with you immediately, and almost to the point where it surprised him just how quickly you had seeped into his mind. The way you smiled, your laugh, and how gentle your demeanour was. Joel had plenty of experience with horses by now, having used one to travel most the way to Jackson from Boston, so he knew the kind of approach one had to have with animals. The fact it came naturally to you set off butterflies in his stomach for the first time in years.

Tommy had, of course, teased his older brother about this crush relentlessly. But deep down, he was happy to see Joel starting to open up. His brother had never been one to be overly emotional, but since the two of them reunited last year, he could tell there had been a huge shift in Joel. No longer did he show much emotion, preferring to just remain a hard outer shell that nobody seemed to be able to penetrate. Nobody except you, that was.

“Why not ask them out?” Tommy asked, “They’re single!”.

“Oh, and do what? It’s the end of the world, Tommy. People don’t…date. Do they?” he’d asked, drawing laughter from his younger brother.

“Joel, how the hell do you think Maria and I got it on?” he said, laughing to himself as the two brothers rode around the perimeter of Jackson. “You gotta drop this whole ‘end of the world’ narrative, Joel. Sure, life ain’t what it was, but you’ve been here a year now. Surely you can see that there can be some kind of normality?”.

He had a point. Jackson had established schools, libraries, shops, and salons, as well as the more “practical” industries like farming and rearing livestock. The town had set itself apart from most post-outbreak settlements in that it did actually function like a proper city. Communism or not, it certainly worked well.

“Alright, you might have a point,” Joel admitted.

“I know I do, brother. Come on, just ask them! I’m fairly sure they’re as smitten with you as you are with them,” Tommy teased, and Joel’s face lit up.

“Really?” he asked, and Tommy nodded.

“So the word on the street says. ‘The word’ being that of Maria, so I’d say that’s pretty trustworthy,” he chuckled. “Promise you’ll ask them when we get back?”.

Joel sighed, but the more he thought about it the giddier he got. It was a feeling he was most unfamiliar with, but the fact he did feel it again was surely something he could take as being a promising sign. He always looked forward to your conversations, and each time he went he yearned for a reason to make them last longer.

“Alright, I promise,” he said. “But you gotta help me out. I haven’t dated in…fuck,” he laughed, “Twenty-five years!”.

The two brothers laughed with one another as they completed the last of their patrol, still chuckling as the gates opened for them both on their return.

“Brother, I think you need all the help you can get then! I tell you what, suggest this. The 14th is in two days – there were plans to show a film in the town hall that evening. Nothing too out there, and keeping it family friendly, but it would be a good ice breaker date?” he suggested.

Joel nodded as the two men headed towards the stables, trying his best to ignore the thudding feeling in his chest where his heart was almost trying to escape from nervousness. Any kind of date felt like a terrifying concept at the moment, but Tommy was right. It would be perfect.

“Alright, you got a deal,” he’d said, and the two of them dismounted the horses as they headed to the stables. Sucking in some air, Joel had prepared exactly what to say to you. Now he just had to do it…

Much to his surprise (and delight), you’d agreed to the date. But really, how could you have said no? You’d been carrying round your crush on the older of the Miller brother’s for a few weeks, but never had the chance to actually speak with him enough to broach the idea of a date. The day Tommy brought him over to the stable felt like all your Christmas’ came at once, and Joel was everything you hoped he would be. Quiet, and definitely reserved; but it was clear that under the hardened shell he built around himself was a kind, sweet man. You just hoped you’d see more of him.

Saying yes to this date was the easiest decision in the world. Now, on the night in question, you’d patiently waited outside the town hall for Joel to arrive. He’d been a little late, but with only so many films to continually have on show here in Jackson, it’s not like you were missing much.

You smiled wide as Joel headed over towards you, a slight skip in his step. He was bundled up in his signature thick brown jacket, the fastenings pulled across his broad chest to fight off the cold snap that had descended around Jackson lately. Snow lay on the ground, littering the streets and coating the tops of houses, and if you had to guess by the appearance of the clouds above there would surely be another downpour of it tonight.

“Hey,” Joel said, greeting you with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye that mirrored your own. It warmed you deep inside to see a man usually so stoic and closed off actually appear happy – and it was made even more sweet by the fact that it was because of you he felt such a way.

“Hi,” you said, “You made it!”.

Joel chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about bein’ a little late. Ellie needed my help with something before I headed out, and, well- I just can’t say no to that kid,” Joel said.

You chuckled, instinctively moving a little closer to Joel to link your arm around his. You’d seen how he was with Ellie, and had heard the stories of Joel with Sarah before the outbreak. Even though you never knew Sarah, and only really observed him acting parental towards Ellie from afar, it made you happy to see Joel settle into that role of being a parent again. The end of the world had taken so much from so many people – you found you didn’t have to know people intimately to still find comfort in others having some sense of normalcy back. You wished everyone had that chance.

“It’s alright, the film has only just started. Shall we?” you said, and Joel nodded. He reached over and covered your hand that sat on his arm with his, his woollen glove warming your bare fingers. Smiling back, you turned towards the door to the town hall and wandered inside.

The film was only about ten minutes in by the time you entered and sat down. The hall had filled up nicely for the evening, as it usually did on film nights. All the children who lived in Jackson sat up front, intently glued to the screen, and you chuckled to yourself as you remember being exactly the same way back when as a kid. Your parents always fussed about you getting ‘square eyes’ on account of sitting too close to the VCR TV in the lounge, which was always a strange concept to explain to the kids of Jackson. You often wondered what your parents would be most worried about in this modern world now. Often you were glad they didn’t live long enough to even experience the outbreak.

You and Joel snuck in towards the back where there were a few free seats. It was still a little chilly in the hall, in spite of how many people were present, so you opted to keep your coats on for the time being. You’d released your hold on Joel’s arm once you sat down, but the two of you kept your distance close to one another. The little taps of his knee against yours sent little butterflies through you and suddenly you felt like a teenager all over again, sneaking out at night to go watch a film with a guy your mother definitely didn’t approve of.

Throughout the whole time the two of you sat with one another you couldn’t fight the giddiness that surged through you – for so long you’d been alone, just as Joel had. Sure, you’d been surrounded by folk for years; there was always safety in numbers. But having someone to call your own, your partner, your lover…that was still an alien concept. Even if tonight came to nothing, it was nice that you’d taken a step towards living again.

About half an hour through, Joel began to get restless. He was enjoying himself, yes, but he had a newfound urge to sit and get to know you. Not something which could be so easily done during a film, where silence was required. It was a desire he hadn’t had with anyone for so long that he didn’t want to risk chickening out of this, so he opted to take advantage of this.

“Do you wanna go for a walk?” he asked lowly, whispering into your ear. You smiled up at him, nodding. You felt a warmth in the palm of your hand as Joel’s fingers softly interlocked with yours, tightening their grip slightly, and then leading you out the door of the hall.

Once outside, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. As much as you loved the film nights put on in the hall, a huge part of you wanted nothing more than to spend time with just Joel, and to get to know him. As you walked away from the hall, and the first few flakes of snow began to fall across the town, the two of you did just that.

He didn’t think he’d ever asked, or been asked, so many questions in his entire life. But he wasn’t complaining for a second – he hung on every word you said, learning everything there was to about you and your life; where you were born, what you did before the outbreak, and how you came to be here. He found he was also just as receptive to telling you anything you wanted to know, and was spilling his guts about everything as the two of you walked round the town, still hand in hand.

“I was really nervous about asking you out, you know,” Joel eventually admitted. “But you’ve been an absolute treat tonight, darlin’.”

“Nervous? How come?” you asked.

“Well, truth be told, my last proper date was several years before the outbreak began,” he chuckled, “So I’m a bit rusty now, more than two decades later,” he said. You shrugged.

“You don’t seem it, if that’s any consolation. Must just ooze charm naturally,” you teased, squeezing his hand softly. Joel chuckled at your joke, smiling wide.

“Yeah, I ain’t sure about that at all,” he said.

“Well, how about we test it?” you asked, boldly.

“Test it? How?” he said, his brow furrowed.

“Kiss me, Joel,” you said, stopping in your tracks. Joel’s eyes widened, but quickly he softened his expression and smiled at you. Turning to face you, he slipped his other hand to settle on your waist, and kept you close to him.

“Sure?” he asked. You nodded in response, wetting your lips slightly with your tongue as you waited for him to make a move. “Alright,” he drawled, chuckling under his breath, as he leant down.

His lips caught yours and he planted the softest kiss on them you’d ever experienced – not in a way that you didn’t know it was even happening, but rather it was so tender that you could be mistaken for thinking the two of you had already been lovers in a past life. It was like he already knew exactly how to kiss you, his lip gently sucking yours just before he parted from you, your heads still resting together.

“See? Not rusty at all,” you chuckled, a blush spread out on your cheeks, a warmth rushing through you.

“Hey, I never said my kissing was rusty, just my ability to go on a proper date with someone I like,” he said, blushing slightly with you, brushing his nose against yours.

“So you like me then?” you teased.

“Yeah, I do. And I know I ain’t all that much, darlin’. This evening hasn’t been much and, Hell, I’m nearing sixty,” he laughed, “But I really do like you. Been a long time since I felt this way about anyone, too. I’m really hoping we could…we could date,” he said. You nodded, smiling wide up at him.

“I’d like that, Joel. And your age doesn’t bother me, by the way. I’m hardly a spring chicken either,” you chuckled. “My spine enjoys reminding me that I’m in my mid-forties!”.

“Let’s fall apart together, then, at the end of the world,” Joel joked, smiling so wide his eyes creased when he laughed. You smiled at him, joining in with a giggle.

“That sounds like a plan to me”.

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