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waltwhitmansbeard · 7 months

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Perc'ahlia Week Day 5: Fairytale/Class

can't believe we're five days into @percahliaweek! we've come so far! you can also find this on ao3!

Vex knows what it is to be hungry. She knows the ache, the curling belly, the hollow beneath the tongue. Hunger begets want, and she is a woman who has wanted a great many things in her life. Nights on the street, days chasing food up trees and down alleyways, her ribs clacking against her brother's as they huddled for warmth—Vex knows what it takes to survive.

How many eyes has she watched slide past her, as if she were made of the cobblestone beneath her feet? How quickly did she learn to be able to differentiate between pity, disgust, disappointment? How often did she have to game out her next move, weigh the pros and cons of this atrocity or that, in the name of not starving to death in the night?

She used to resent it. She wasn't entirely sure who she resented—her mother, for not having enough; her father, for taking what remained; her brother, for giving her everything he had when he had nothing to give; herself, for taking it—but the resentment filled the hollows, became the nutrient she thrived on. She let her skin harden, calcify into brick. A brick wall doesn't starve.

But brick walls crumble, given time, given exposure. It turns out love is just as effective a form of erosion as water. Somehow, she ended up here, no walls, no brick, just a girl standing in front of a mirror, her hair done up in curls and pins so that her cheekbones look incredible, wearing a silver and lace ballgown and a tiara like something out of a fairytale. She can hardly remember what the starving girl looked like, though sometimes, when the candlelight glints off of the jewels draped around her neck, she can still see the hunger in the corner of her eye.

The door to her dressing room opens, and her hungry eyes flash to Percy, who stops dead in his tracks upon seeing her. "Oh."

This, at least, is an expression she did not have to learn. Her hunger knows his, times the tripping of his eyes along her reflection, and she smiles despite the fluttering in her stomach. "Oh, yourself."

Because he looks dashing, a gold-trimmed suit jacket of navy velvet and a lavender vest beneath it, as if he were the Whitestone crest come to life. However much the tailor was paid, it wasn't enough, because he did a wonder on those silver pants.

The door closes, and he comes up behind her. It's a bit awkward, as her many skirts and petticoats make things difficult, but he manages to get his arms around her, hook his chin on her bare shoulder. "The people of Whitestone have no idea what they're in for."

Vex fights the urge to wipe her clammy hands on her satin skirt. "Well, neither do I, darling."

"What are you talking about? You've been planning this ball for months."

"Yes, well..." She turns to frown at him. "Planning a ball and hosting a ball are two entirely different things. And this is important. Whitestone's first Winter's Crest ball after..."

She doesn't need to finish the sentence. "Is that what has you worried? Whether or not you'll outshine Delilah Briarwood?"

"No..." She starts chewing on her lip, before remembering that her makeup's already done. "What if they can tell?"

His brow furrows, and he slips his hand over hers to tug her toward a chaise lounge between two towering armoires. They sit, and he asks, "What if they can tell what?"

She shrugs. "I'm not from money, Percy. I've gotten good at faking it, and it was easy to do when Grog and Scanlan were around being so obviously distracting, but...I'm a lady now. They're going to be watching me."

"With the way you look, they're going to be mentally undressing you." She flicks his nose, and he laughs. "Vex'ahlia, the last nobles who claimed any kind of authority in this city committed atrocities that will haunt the streets of Whitestone for generations. So long as you don't plan on committing any kind of genocide tonight, I think we can call the event a success."

"I just don't want to embarrass you." She feels so small when she says it, like she has just stolen an apple from a cart in the market and is trying to eat it before she gets caught.

He lifts her chin to look her dead in the eyes. "You cannot embarrass me, because I am proud of every single thing that you do."

"Even that time I lied to Gern and stole his broom?"

"Especially then. Leadership takes guile and, frankly, a questionable relationship to morality."

She leans into his side. "It is nerve-wracking though, the idea of all those eyes on me. I mean, don't get me wrong, I look amazing, and this dress deserves eyes. Still, I've never been so...front and center."

"Well I, for one, think it's about time Whitestone and its guests see what a treasure its First House holds."

And they do. Vex and Percy descend the grand staircase together, her arm tucked into his, her chin high and her gaze steady. All around, the leaders of Whitestone and the who's-who of Tal'dorei have gathered, but Vex focuses on not tripping down the steps instead of on their expectant gazes. As they near the bottom, she is relieved to find her brother just off to the side, his arm around Keyleth's waist and shit-eating grin on his face. Not bad for two kids from nowhere.

The night is magical, like a story her mother would tell her before bed, of princesses and magic and romance. The grand ballroom is all aglitter in candles and ice, and Vex is hardly ever off the dance floor. When he pulls himself away from Keyleth, Vax waltzes her around, and she only cries a little when he tells her how proud he is of her. Grog is surprisingly deft on his feet, and Scanlan actually casts enlarge on himself just long enough to take her for a spin or two. At some point, she and Keyleth and Pike find themselves twirling in a circle, laughing until they can't remember what was funny in the first place.

But most of the time, she is in Percy's arms, letting him lead her in whatever dances he learned in his youth here in the castle. He's nimble and confident and so very warm, and she is happy to rest her cheek against his and breath him in. Perhaps as hostess, she should be spending more time with her guests, mingling and networking and thanking them for coming, but honestly, they've been given delicious food and romantic music and enough flickering candlelight to put the stars to shame—what more could they ask of her?

The ball does not have any official end, and guests start to drift off to their rooms or homes on their own, until only a few stragglers remain. Pike and Scanlan dance quietly together in one corner, and Vex's pretty sure she saw Vax whisk Keyleth off to bed a while ago. Vex's eyes droop, but before she can suggest going to bed themselves, Percy tugs her hand. "Come with me."

She'd follow him anywhere. "Of course."

He leads her up the stairs and onto one of the many balconies jutting out of the castle, and before she can shiver once, his jacket is off and draped around her shoulders. Catha is high and bright, and the snow on the grounds below glitters like diamonds.

"I have a present for you." There's something in his tone, mischievous and proud and...nervous?

"Oh?" She's too tired to pretend she isn't eager to find out what it is. "You know how much I love presents."

"You know how much I love giving them to you." He slides a hand into the pocket of the jacket, and whatever he pulls out is small enough to be hidden in the curl of his hand.

Now she's really curious. "Well, show me."

"Patience, Vex'ahlia. I need to ask you something first."

She threw a ball today. She shouldn't have to take a quiz to earn her Winter's Crest present. "What do you need to ask me?"

"Do you know how much I love you?"

She wrinkles her nose. "Yes."

"Do you know how lucky Tal'dorei is to have you on its side?"

"Yes."

"Do you know that there is no one else in this life or the next I would rather spend all of my days and all of my nights with? No one else who occupies my every waking thought, stars in my every dream? No one else whose happiness I would rather devote my energies to achieving? No one else I could imagine building a family, a future, a legacy with? No else but you?"

Her throat is thick, her eyes stinging. "Yes."

"Good. Three for three. Just one more question to ask, then..." When she sees the ring, sparkling and so very beautiful, she grips the rail of the balcony to keep herself upright. "Lady Vex'ahlia, Baroness of the First House of Whitestone and Grand Mistress of the Grey Hunt, would you do me the honor and the privilege of being my wife?"

She can't even say yes. She just nods, tears flowing freely, as he slips the ring on her finger and captures her lips in a kiss. A fairytale, an absolute fucking fairytale, this wild and wondrous life. He kisses her until she can't feel the cold air of the mountains anymore, and then he murmurs, "I nearly asked you earlier this evening, when you were worried you were going to embarrass me. Honestly, can you imagine?"

She laughs. "Yes, well, I probably would have been an absolute wreck all night if you had." She looks down, flutters the fingers of her left hand so the ring catches the moonlight. "It is a gorgeous ring, darling, well done."

"I wish I could remember which dead relative it belonged to, but there are just so many."

"We'll thank them later." She stretches up to kiss him, pull his lip between her teeth. "I rather think we have some celebrating to do."

And her prince sweeps her inside the castle, the echoes of her laughter rippling over the lawns into the winter night above.

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cherryblossom-chopper · 1 year

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》Cinnamon Roll Stakeout《

Content: Usopp Fluff. Swearing. Light flirting. Slightly OOC Ussop because I'm projecting.

My contribution to the Sweet Treats, Sweet Hearts Winter Collaboration. You can find the other contributors if you follow the link!

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"Remind me what we're doing again?" Usopp groaned, rubbing his eyes as he trailed behind his partner. A hand absentmindedly scratched his chest as he attempted to wake himself.

"I'm just trying to do something nice for the crew, and I need you to be my lookout," (Name) replied, testing wooden steps for unruly squeakiness. They carefully made their way up to the main deck and signaled for Usopp to follow.

He hummed and trod up the stairs. Usopp lazily pulled his curls back into a low ponytail with a colorful scrunchie. "You're not going to get in trouble with Sanji," he sighed, "I think I'm allergic to waking up early."

(Name) scoffed, barely containing their smile. "I'll make you a latte," they offered, hoping such a peace offering would placate their grumpy boyfriend.

"Only if it's one of those tasty honey ones," Usopp replied before slapping his cheeks, putting life back into his body.

The kitchen door jerked open as (Name) reached for the doorknob. They stumbled back, bumping into Usopp, who gave out a little yelp.

(Name)' s hand shot up and covered his mouth. Several moments passed (Name), and Usopp stood on the deck, staring at their captain inside the kitchen. Both parties looked somewhat guilty.

They must've been a sight for Luffy. The lovers, standing in the cool early morning hours, wore the same set of pajamas. Usopp was wearing comfy pants, and (Name) had stolen the matching t-shirt. Both missing either a shirt or pants.

"Don't tell Sanji," Luffy whispered, flashing a grin before pushing past them, seemingly not caring about their intentions.

"Go figure," Usopp grunted, pulling (Name) 's hands off his face. He let them pull him into the kitchen, “I think I hear the pillow calling my name.”

“But I can’t rely on anyone else to help me with the Cinnamon Roll Stake Out,” (Name) pouted a little, “You’re the best look out ever.”

He rolled his eyes. “I really think it’s calling me. If you listen closely you can hear my blanket; ��oh Usopp I miss you~!” he feigned distress, as (Name) started to grind coffee beans.

“You’ll live,” (Name) smiled. They couldn’t help thinking about how cute Usopp was. Such a goofy sweet guy that was all for them. How lucky was (Name)?

"Here you go, bae," (Name) mused, setting the coffee mug in front of Usopp.

"You're the best," Usopp cooed before taking a long sip of his hot latte. He leaned against the counter, looking out of the small porthole window that decorated the kitchen door.

"Hm, yeah, I know," they replied. The scent of coffee flooding the kitchen convinced (Name) to make their own latte before digging around the pantry,

(Name) set out the dry ingredients before putting a small bowl of milk in the microwave. "Can you get the butter out for me?" (Name) asked, grabbing an apron.

"I thought I was just supposed to be the lookout," Usopp whined as he moved toward the fridge, "Just need me to set it out?"

"Yeah, and then tie this for me," (Name) said, turning their back toward him, holding the apron strings.

Usopp carefully tied the apron and then rested his head on her shoulder. "It's not too tight, is it?" he asked, his breath hot on (Name) 's neck. When they shivered, a smirk tugged on his lips.

"It's perfect," (Name) nearly squealed, jumping away from their partner. When they turned to stare at Usopp, he barely contained his laughter. "You snot," they grinned, punching him playfully in the shoulder.

"Come on, you know you love me," Usopp chuckled and returned to his post, sipping his coffee.

"More than anything," (Name) hummed, washing their hands before pouring active yeast into the bowl of milk they took from the microwave.

They set the bowl and whisk on the counter next to Usopp, asking him to whisk the contents. (Name) moved on to mixing the rest of the ingredients, carefully putting all the containers back where they found each item. They didn’t want to leave any evidence for Sanji to find. Then (Name) took the bowl from Usopp, combining the last of the ingredients.

"I need to let the dough rise for a bit. Then it'll be cinnamon roll time," (Name) sang before finally taking another sip from their coffee mug. They rested a cloth over the bowl before grabbing a washcloth to clean off the counter space.

Usopp rinsed out his mug and rested it in the sink. "So what do we do until then?" he asked as he began washing the extra dishes.

(Name) sat on the counter, where Usopp had been standing, to get a good view out of the kitchen doors window. Sipping their coffee, (Name) rubbed their eyes.

"I guess we're just going to hang out for a bit," (Name) shrugged, watching the melted whipped cream float at the top of their cup. Their eyelids began to feel heavy as the adrenaline of sneaking into the kitchen had worn away. They let out a great yawn.

Usopp failed to stave off an equally big yawn in reply, to which (Name) smiled.

"Oh~ you like me," (Name) teased, "How embarrassing."

Usopp dried his hands and grinned, "I do like you." He strolled to (Name) and took the coffee mug out of their hands. "I like you quite a lot, actually," he said, wrapping his well-built arms around his partner's waist, "You could say I'm infatuated with you." Usopp leaned in close, kissing (Name).

They melted into his touch, and one hand cupped Usopp's cheek. (Name) tried and failed not to smile.

Feeling the curve of their lips, Usopp broke off the kiss. He rested his forehead against theirs. "I think I might even love you," he murmured. The peace and privacy of the early morning kept him from feeling terribly embarrassed.

Hearing a noise outside, (Name) unhappily moved away from their partner. They peeked out the window, only to catch a glimpse of blond hair making its way toward the kitchen.

"Ah fuck, it's Sanji," (Name) swore, pushing Usopp away from the door.

"What do we do?" he gasped, "Sanji's going to kill us." The once sweet moment had descended into near-comical fright from both parties.

"Um-uh-let's- oh! The pantry," (Name) stumbled through thoughts, shoving Usopp toward the large pantry, "We can try to hide in there."

"Obviously, Sanji's going to look in there," Usopp protested. He moved toward it regardless.

(Name) huffed behind him, "Duh, but I don't have any better ideas."

The couple tumbled into the pantry, closing the door behind them. The two moved around encased in the darkness of a walk-in-pantry.

(Name) grabbed Usopp's hand and pulled him into a spot behind a few barrels of ale. They snuggled close to Usopp's side, trying to settle their thundering heart.

Usopp leaned his head against the wall and squeezed (Name) 's hands. When they squeezed back, the warmth of affection swept through him. All would be well. Sanji wouldn't kill them; at worst, Usopp would get kicked, and Sanji would scold them. The ridiculousness of them hiding in the pantry dawned on him. A little snort of laughter escaped him.

Usopp's laugh made (Name) giggle, making Usopp laugh more until the two of them were in hushed giggles. Both of them tried to shush the other between laughter.

A sudden light washed over them. Sanji had swung open the pantry door. He marched over to the barrel the two of them were hiding behind.

"Okay, lovebirds, stop being perverts and get out of my kitchen," Sanji ordered. The sharp sound of his shoes tapping the wood filled the entire area. He rested his hand firmly on his hip.

"We're not perverts," (Name) protested.

Sanji hummed in response, "Seems like the world's lamest seven minutes in heaven to me," Sanji said, pulling (Name) to their feet.

"It wasn't like that," Usopp remarked, following (Name) out of the pantry, "We were making cinnamon rolls and-"

Sanji clicked his tongue, cutting his crewmate off, "Save it, perv. I don't need the details."

The couple both wailed in unison, denying Sanji's allegations.

(Name) went back to the counter where the dough had been resting. "See? I was gonna make breakfast," they cried, pulling the cloth off the top of the bowl.

Sanji inspected the bowl and gave the dough a tentative poke. He huffed for a moment. "Oh, fine. You can finish it," He sighed, giving in, "Just no mushy stuff in front of me."

"Fair enough," Usopp nodded in agreement, "Mission Cinnamon-Roll-Stakeout has officially failed."

(Name) patted his shoulder sympathetically. "No worries, love," they comforted, "You can help me finish breakfast instead."

"Really?" Usopp perked up, "Mission Making Cinnamon-Buns-with-my-Honey-bun accepted."

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wheels-of-despair · 3 months

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Getting to Know Your Eddie Prompt Game

(get a clean copy here to make your own)

prompts by myosotisa and deathbecomesthem and jo-harrington

What story is he from? What kind of story is it?

Evil Woman, Don't You Play Your Games with Me started as a fix-it fic, and since I thwarted the events of S4 in 400 words, I had to give him other things to do. 🥰

What inspired you to write this Eddie?

I just... loved him. I wanted him to be happy, and since thinking about him being happy made me happy, I started writing about it and never stopped.

I'd never written fanfiction before Eddie broke my brain. I didn't even know the "You" fics were a thing until The Summer of Eddie. But my tumblr wife @eddiemunsonsmum listened to me ramble and encouraged me to write, and now I write for so many characters with the same face, it'd be alarming to anyone outside the fandom. 😂

What are your favorite headcanons about him/share something you never shared in your story?

Eddie is very sensitive about his hair. Have a fic about it that I've been holding back because it's a sad one. But if somebody just walked up to him and touched it, he'd flip out. Evil Woman has earned the right to play with it, and has located the spot on his scalp that knocks him right out. She, of course, uses this knowledge for evil.

What does he wear on a casual day? On a dressier day? What does he wear to bed?

Eddie's a jeans and a t-shirt guy. On a dressier day, he'll wear jeans with no holes in them and a button-up over his band shirt. In the summertime, he'll sleep in boxers. When it's cooler, plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt. In the dead of winter, maybe he'll add some socks and a hoodie. Unless it's like, really cold, then he thinks you should both strip and get under the covers. For body heat. 'Cause science.

Favorite foods?

Eddie's adventurous when it comes to food. He'll try anything once. (Okay, vegetables may take a little prodding.) But it's hard to go wrong with a bacon cheeseburger and fries.

Tell Us About His Family/Friends

Uncle Wayne is the reason Eddie is the Eddie we all love. In the Evil Woman-verse, Eddie comes to live with Wayne when he's 8. His mom died when he was 7, and his dad was... awful. But Uncle Wayne took him in and took care of him - and taught him how to take care of himself, and others. Wayne is the reason Eddie looks out for the little guy, because once upon a time, Eddie was the little guy.

I don't write about Eddie's friends a lot, because I feel like people's eyes kinda start to glaze over when the story strays from Eddie/EW. But just know that Corroded Coffin practices frequently, and Hellfire has been known to hang out as a group outside of school. You're just getting mostly the ahhh-we're-finally-alone stories.

Yeah Yeah, he's a Metalhead. Tell Us MORE About His Taste in Music in your story

Owns every record Ronnie James Dio has appeared on. Has figured out when the nearby record stores do markdowns, and visits on those days to buy whatever he can afford, even if he's never heard it before. If it looks metal, it's coming home with him. Gets super excited when he finds an awesome new band, and can't wait to make you listen to it share it with you. Will be an asshole about having to listen to music he doesn't like.

What are his views on romance? On sex?

Eddie finds romance in the everyday - you zipping his jacket up or reaching out to grab him and keep him from running into a pole or him stopping to tie your shoe. He also enjoys embarrassing his loved ones with grand romantic gestures. Insert eyeroll here.

Eddie was a virgin when Evil Woman acquired him, so he is going to live and die a one-woman man. UNDER PAIN OF DEATH. But that also means that all his exploring will be done with someone he trusts.

Is he optimistic or pessimistic?

Both? I feel like Eddie and Evil Woman are the switchiest of switches in every sense. They eventually even each other out in everything. When he's down, she'll Pollyanna him. When she's not feeling it, he'll be her cheerleader. Teamwork!

Where or with whom is he most comfortable?

Uncle Wayne's. It's been home since he was 8, and was the first place he ever felt truly safe. And when he gets to bring Evil Woman there? To sleep in his bed? In his favorite place in the world? The Ultimate! Also his van, he likes his van.

What are his views of his future? What are his hopes/dreams?

I think Eddie's a realist. Sure, it's fun to dream about going off and being a rockstar and touring the world. But I think he'll settle for playing the occasional gig a few towns over and letting some college kids fawn over him and buy him beer. Ultimately, he just wants to survive. If he could be happy about it too, that'd be great.

What do you imagine his future looks like?

I have a plan for them, but it's not set in stone yet. I'm seeing cohabitation and eternal devotion and staying close enough so that they can do holidays with Wayne and EW's mom every year.

Anything else you'd like us to know about your Eddie/your story?

I don't think Eddie and Evil Woman will have kids. I think they'll occasionally run out of condoms and be like 'well, whatever, if it's meant to be, it'll be' and it just doesn't happen for them. They don't try to find out why. They're okay with it. All they need is each other.

Treat this like an ask game and have people ask or just fill it out as you'd like to.

This is not done in a spirit of "right and wrong" but more to give your readers, mutuals, friends a chance to get to know the mindset that you approach your/ANY Eddie Munson in. And if you want to write this for Steve or Robin or whoever and not Eddie, go right ahead. Copy paste post.

#writings of despair #eddie munson x evil woman

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kuroecchy · 7 months

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Oh and the pic in the list are not mine, I just found the pics from pinterest

fair warning the theme i chose for my october thingy(?) is completly randome so I have nothing planned for any of them.

English is not my first language.

DAY 1 - "Beautiful"

They were being ridiculous again. Tony Didn’t really care though, Obie had been warning him to be more mindful about what he does cuz it affects the company image or something.

Why should he care what others think? He had been a failure ever since he was born anyways, Howard had made sure he knew that.

Then there was Rhodey. Tony loves his best friend but sometimes it gets suffocating. The young man knows that his friend is only doing it out of genuine care for him but Rhodey doesn’t understand what he’s been through - what he’s going through.

Tony took another chug at the bottle he brought with him from the bar. His body is cold but he’s too out of it to care.

He continues to walk.

He… he doesn't know where he's going. He just needed to get away from them, from his responsibilities, from the fact that his parents - mother - had died, from the fact that Jarvis had died. He just- needed to get away.

His mind kept on going and he just needed it to just- STOP

He was panting without even realizing it. He was out of breath from the walk in the cold.

He tried to calm his breathing down, he looked around the empty road. There were only street lights that accompanied him, a few parked cars, and the falling snow.

It was then that he realized he was lost. He had left in such a hurry that he didn't bring anything with him other than the bottle of wine he's holding. Hell, he's not even dressed for winter.

The cold is starting to seep into his numb senses. Breathing somehow feels like a chore now.

Maybe- maybe he should sit down and- he inelegantly dropped to the ground.

He clutched his head, it's gonna be hell tomorrow morning.

He didn't know how long he'd been there when he heard the sound of crunching snow against boots.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Argh…" he rubbed his tired eyes and looked at the source of the voice.

He was stunned, it was a pair of the most beautiful aquamarine eyes he has ever seen.

The teen waved a hand in front of the older's eyes. Not that Tony noticed it much, he was too busy gawking at the beautiful eyes.

"I'm guessing, not." The teen spoke at Tony's silence.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol or the fact he was or maybe it was both but he spoke his thoughts out loud, "beautiful."

It was then that the other blushed, or maybe it was the cold. Tony didn't care, he found it cute.

"R-right" the teen stuttered, "you're drunk and you can't stay here with the kind of clothes you're wearing, you'll get hypothermia and I don't want that in my conscience."

He extended his gloved hands and waited a few seconds and after Tony didn't react he spoke, "C'mon we're staying near here right now. You can stay at our place for the night. Then when you're no longer drunk you can find your way home."

He was taken back that the other didn't think he was homeless, he's out in the streets with ruffled clothing and under prepared winter clothing.

He supposed the other saw his confused state. The other simply shrugged.

"Your clothing looks to be of good material and you're holding a bottle of wine based on the smell, I don't think a homeless person would be able to buy those unless you stole them, though I don't think that's the case."

Tony blinked a few moments and the other seemed to be hesitating on saying something before he made up his mind.

"...and your eyes and expression… it's the expression of someone who's tired and just wanna get away from everything…"

And that's it. Tony knew that the teen wouldn't ask what happened and in exchange, he wouldn't ask the other how the teen seems to be so familiar with such an expression.

Silence stood between them. Tony couldn't stand the silence so he broke it with a bit of gallows humor.

"Heh, planin ta be Sherlock Holmes by any chance?" He slurred.

The teen huffed and the heavy atmosphere vanished. He extended his hand again and this time Tony took it.

Tony laughed, "oh c'mon, it was funny okay."

The other rolled his eyes.

"Oh and I'm Stephen by the way,"

Tony grinned, "and you can call me Tony."

They walked on the empty road together. Tony leaning on Stephen as a support. Still smiling as they walked off.

Snow falls around them. A quiet night follows them and a new possibility opens for the two young men.

~ THE END ~

This is my first time writing something like this and I honestly feel a bit disappointed at how it turned out.

I know it could've been much better then this and how it should've been a bit more centered at the theme

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countrymusiclover · 2 years

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11 - Stubborn Girls

Part 12

Hybrid Trainer

@ellora-brekker @bigbendyhorns @foundationsretail

Spoilers for Dominion!!! Don't read if you haven't seen the movie yet

"Jewel, Jewel Grady. Come out - where are you!" I called out with my hands on either side of my mouth walking through the snow. My combat boots crunched in the snow. Wearing a cameo jacket ontop of a light blue long sleeved shirt, along with blue jeans. The wind blows through my hair that is completely loose. Owen, Claire and I decided it was best to live off the grid. In the case to protect our girls from getting discovered by Dr. Wu and the lab. Walking around the porch I pause hearing a fit of giggling on the roof top. Eyeing the ladder I start climbing up, meeting to see her little face smiling at me. "How and why are you up here?" I asked leaning my elbows on the roof still standing on the ladder. Jewel is starting to dress like her father and she's not even eight years old yet. She's wearing a vest underneath a red winter coat, grey pants and brown boots. "Looking for Blue, mommy." She said scooting towards me so I can help her down. She wrapped her arms around my neck holding tight while we climbed down.

Once we're on the ground I heard the front door slam shut meaning Maisie's upset about something again. Claire comes our direction causing Jewel to climb down me like a monkey, rushing to her aunt laughing. "What's her problem?" I asked pointing my thumb back towards the cabin over my shoulder. Claire now holds her niece shaking her head sighing. "The same, always. She went over the bridge again." Shoving my hands in my pockets I slowly walk into the house, hanging my coat and boots at the door. "Maisie, Maisie, Mais -" Leaning in the doorway seeing her staring at a book with pictures of her mother who cloned her. "Hey, can we talk about this?" She shakes her head flopping back on the pillows, arms over her chest disgruntled. "Yeah, I guess...are you going to yell at me like her?" Sitting at the foot of her bed I lean back against the footboard, eyeing her softly. "No, actually I won't. Because I actually understand that you want to see the world. Discover why you were created...but the world isn't exactly accepting of us Maisie." She immediately got excited by my husband being a badass. Although she is becoming a teenager now. Claire is being the stern mother unlike me where I am trying to let the girls have fun. Which in turn makes her look up to me more than her...calling me mother once.

"Do you feel like you're a weapon or something...like made for someone else?" Maisie sat up instead of laying on her side facing the window like she was earlier. Laying on my back I pulled her down so we're looking straight at one another. "When I first learned what I was I did. I thought that Dr. Wu created me so the government could use me for war...but then I met Owen and I realized I had the same feelings of all humans. Do you know what I am saying?" Maisie slowly nodded her head hearing the sound of a truck pulling up meaning its Owen. He had been taking jobs to help rangle in dinosours that are getting too close to town. Dinosours are around the world that was clear thanks to Maisie. She gave them a chance to live still. Opening the front door Maisie ran outside immediately doing a handshake with him that they had created. Finally hugging each other at the end. "Where's my little raptor girl?" He smaked his hands on his knees grinning bright when Jewel tackled him in a hug. "Ohhh, you give the best hugs babygirl." He ruffles her hair sitting her on the ground eyeing me still standing on the porch. Stomping down the stairs he wrapped his arms around my waist kissing me. I throw my arms around his neck kissing him back until Jewel and Maisie both started gagging.

It was one thing they both agreed on no matter the age difference. They didn't like us kissing, sometimes we did it just to annoy them for fun. Claire opened the front door making it creak announcing. "Dinners ready. Owen you're on fire duty!" She let the door closed with Jewel running up the stairs. Maisie went around the house going to grab firewood from the pill we made. Owen draped an arm over my shoulder eyeing me with a question face. "So how we're they today, Mrs. Grady?" Glancing up to him I tilt my head being able to hear something off in the distance but I'm not sure what. "Maisie went over to town and Jewel climbed the roof raptor searching." He shakes his head kissing my head whispering. "So you wanna raptor hunt or go inside and...go to bed." He smirks and I blushed not being able to resist him and his flirting. Pushing his chest I started walking away slow, suddenly spinning around launching up into the air transforming into my raptor form. He stumbled backwards into the snow getting scared which is a first for him ever in our marriage. "Got ya finally, Grady." I cheered dancing around once I'm human again. He's always been good at scaring me so I needed a way to get back at him. "Ha ha very funny Y/n. You're lucky I love you." He tucks hair behind my ear when I wrap my arms around his neck lazily. I grinned up at him hoping that we can stay like this forever. That Dr. Wu will never come for our children again. "Well I love you too. And don't sell yourself short Owen...I might be preg-" Someone cuts me off with Claire's voice from the porch. "Owen, I told you to make a fire not play around with your wife!" Owen and I bend our heads back shaking our heads grinning.

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the-woild-is-y-erster · 7 months

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pssst

hey @crutchie-69

a lil gift

except it has shoe in it because i have no self restraint <3

oh btw you never really gave an age for socks so hes 17 in this <3

shoe knew he wasn't lost, that much was obvious. he knew the streets like the back of his hand, and the map of the city he had memorized last winter hadn't changed as far as he knew.

so he wasn't lost.

just...in an unfamiliar situation.

he knew he was somewhere near the manhattan lodging house, and he knew it wouldn't be hard to get home once he found it, but for now he had no clue where he was, as he had gotten distracted and forgotten to look at street signs he passed.

as he looked into an alley to his left, he saw a stocky redheaded teen sitting on the stoop of a building, a cigarette hanging from his fingers, suspenders off his shoulders and pooled around his hips on the top step; he looked relaxed, but a second look told shoe he was well muscled and built like an ox, and could put up a good fight, even if he was a good deal shorter than shoe.

he looked for a minute before deciding to keep walking, when a stange voice piped up from the alley.

"oi, you! ya stare fa' that long, ya think a guy ain't gettin' s'picious?" the boy shouted, his odd way of speaking making shoe whip around to face him again. the other boy flicked the ash off his cigarette and stood up, slowly walking towards shoe.

"uh- i- sorry, i swears i didnt mean nothin, i-" shoe fumbled, still surprised.

"kiddin, bucko. ya looks a lit'tle lost, s'all." the mystery boy took a pull from his cigarette and took another step closer, his other hand in his pocket as he stepped forward again.

shoe swallowed. "i-uh, do you- I-" he stuttered. he silently cursed himself and stopped, collecting his thoughts. whenever this happened, there was always the reassuring weight of eel's hand on the small of his back, a whisper of "take ya time, love," and a kiss on his shoulder blade.

but eel wasn't here, so he took a deep breath, and tried again. the redhead looked unconcerned, just watching with dark green eyes fixed on some point to the left of shoe's face, not quite looking at him. shoe was glad. he hated it when people looked him in the eyes.

"do youse knows- uh, where i can find uhm. a newsie by the name of racetrack? i-i'm a newsie too," he rushed, gesturing to his cap and bag. the boy nodded.

"i know racer real well, we sell together sometimes." he stomped out his cigarette butt and offered a handshake to the taller boy. "names' socks, on account'a the fact my mates are asses an i wears these every day." he tugs up the leg of his pants with his other hand to show his colourful mismatched socks.

shoe shook his hand gratefully, glad to be able to name the mystery redhead. "'m shoe, ise queens' second, my- eel's the king, we're...we's best friends."

an eyebrow raises slightly, but socks has the decency to keep his trap shut.

"i can take ya to racer if ya wants...?" he offers, shifting his weight onto one foot awkwardly.

shoe nods vigorously. "please, that'd be swell. i normally know whereabouts i am vaguely, but i must'a gotten turned around." socks nods and gestures for the taller boy to follow him down the alley, past where he had been sitting before.

"so ya wanna speak to racer, huh? what gives? guy owe ya money?" socks grinned, a crooked smile with gleaming white teeth.

shoe barked a laugh. "not me personally, but i think he owes at least half'a queens' newsies a fair amount. dimes especially, damn can that kid gamble." socks looked surprised.

"a kid beat racer? the racetrack higgins, beat at the one thing he's good at, by a kid?" he whistled. "i gotta meet the lad, bring 'im over sometime."

shoe nodded, and looked around. "oh, well now i know where i am." he turned to the redhead beside him, spitting in his hand and holding it out. "think i can find m'way from here, thanks."

socks spat in his hand and gave him a firm shake and with a toss of his fiery head, he turned on his heel and left.

shoe hurried on through the alley towards the statue of horace greely where he knew race would be, stopping short when he saw two figures close together up ahead, partially hidden by the dumpster.

not wanting to sneak up on anyone, he glanced around quickly, and spotted a can.

he kicked it, hard, and the silhouettes snapped apart at the loud resounding clang.

now that the two had separated, the two figures were extremely recognizable. shoe snorted, and started walking towards them. "if ya wanted privacy, the middle of an alley ain't exactly the best place to..." his lips quirked upward as he drew nearer and saw the expressions on the two boys' faces.

"tell that to eel and y'self," spot grumbled, his ears practically glowing with how red they were. "you know how many times i seen ya 'sharin a smoke' in an alley somewheres in queens?" he made sarcastic quotations with one hand, the other still firmly on race's waist. shoe gaped, flustered, before turning to the other boy, the entire reason he was in manhattan anyway.

the latter had turned pink, fiddling with the chain of his pocket watch.

"race, ignoring the inconsiderate jabs of your personal midget here-" spot spluttered indignantly. "the reason ise is here," shoe continued, mirth gleaming in his eyes.

"eel says he has someone he wants youse to meet, so if spot an y'self could come back with me to queens that'd be swell." race nodded, still pink.

the three set off, shoe making teasing jabs the entire walk back.

anywhizzle :)))))))

hope youse likes this riff <3 lmk if i got socks' accent wrong at any point lmao

bonus: tjis is what socks looks like in my head <3

my brain just went 'hngghghnggh hes just a little guy' and this is what came out of it <3

#harvey 'shoe' sellers #riff's boy socks #newsies oc #newsies #zee's scribbles!

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ask-whumptown · 2 years

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helllo. fourtown. hope jesse's birthday was a good day and that he got everything he's ever wanted ever heart hands

now i do have another question teehee!!

we see you all in your regular outfits, jesse's vest, robaire's button down (button up?), z's tank top, etc. .. but what do you all tend to wear outside of your professional life? would love to know how you all would describe ur own (or ur fellow members!) styles are like :D

much love, hope you guys are doing ok especially the t man over there!! heart hands :]

star :D

Jesse smiles. "Hey Star, I appreciate the kind wishes."

"We spoiled him, don't worry." Robaire winks, and gives you a thumbs up.

"I'm so glad you asked, because I've been dying to talk about fashion with someone." Aaron T.'s eyes are wide with excitement, and he bounces a few times on the couch. "Off camera, I'm pretty big on layering still. Cardigans, flannels, sweaters tied in literally every way a sweater could be tied, I love using stuff like that to add colour, dimension, texture, or shape to an outfit!"

"You've won him over." Aaron Z. smiles fondly.

"Of course, you know that I'm always wearing hats, and ball caps are my signature, but when I get to wear what I want I like to mix it up a bit. Especially beanies."

"He'll wear winter clothes in the summer if you let him, or summer clothes in the winter," Jesse says.

"Clothing has no season if you try hard enough."

"That's-"

"Z. is also really fashionable," Taeyoung interrupts, "think like, boxy but in the a good way."

"He easily spends the longest time putting outfits together." Robaire nods. "And they always look great, he plays with proportions really well."

"I like to be intentional with my outfits." Aaron Z. seems almost embarrassed by it. "My go to is probably a well-fit pair of jeans, a statement shirt, and sunglasses."

"Tiny sunglasses," Aaron T. puts in, "the ones that are very obviously not helping with the sun. He has three pairs and at least one is with him at all times."

He shrugs. "I like how they frame my face."

"His collection of button ups rivals Jesse's." Taeyoung grins.

"Oh God, yeah." Aaron T. nods with extra emphasis. "Button ups, polo shirts, dress pants, that's Jesse."

"I don't think he owns one pair of pants that doesn't have belt loops."

Jesse blinks. "That's... a really strange thing for you to notice."

"I opened his closet once, he keeps his belts front and center on a display," Aaron T. snitches.

"I only dress like that if I have somewhere to be, if we're practicing-"

"Practicing doesn't count, that's not style." Taeyoung crosses his arms. "That's like saying you wear pyjamas to sleep."

"When he dresses casually, he dresses like he's going camping," Aaron Z. says, "he's got just as many sweaters and sweatshirts as he's got button ups."

"Robaire's fashion strays pretty far from his stage looks." Aaron T. changes the subject before Jesse can find something to complain about. "I mean, even before we got those specific looks, his stage outfits were always very tight."

"I don't mind tight clothing." Robaire waves both hands. "Or any clothing that, uh, shows things off, but I'm definitely more comfortable in it when I'm onstage."

"He has like, five pairs of the exact same light wash jeans." Jesse says to you, before turning to point at Robaire. "You have a problem."

"I gravitate towards lighter colours, for sure. Pastels especially."

"Knit sweaters, necklaces, loose t-shirts, that's Robaire." Taeyoung squeezes his arm. "But you can always trust him to have the best shoes, hands down."

Aaron T. sinks back into the couch. "God, yes, Robaire has the best collection of shoes, and none of us can borrow any cause his feet are-"

"Do not finish that sentence." Aaron Z. glares.

"I think my fashion is probably the most casual," Taeyoung says, "I don't dress up very often, even if we go out as a group."

"He wears a lot of grey," Robaire explains, "lots of athletic-wear, sweats, tank tops, graphic tees, hoodies, he's always comfortable."

"If we're going to like, a nice restaurant or something, I'll wear something nicer! I have a pair of black dress pants that I adore, and like, I don't know, other nice things, those guys just care way more than I do." Taeyoung giggles. "And I say that with much love."

"His sense of style? Top notch," Aaron T. says, "he could probably join the stylist team and nobody would bat an eye."

He flushes. "T."

"So, yeah." Jesse eyes you curiously. "That's what we wear offstage, and when we're not at official events or anything."

"Thanks for asking Star!" Taeyoung waves.

At your concern, Aaron T. chuckles nervously. "Me? I'm okay!"

Jesse glances at him, then at you, then at Taeyoung, and then sighs. "Heart hands."

"Heart hands!" Aaron T. makes the gesture. Jesse does too.

"Yay!" Delighted, Taeyoung joins in. "Heart hands."

#ask whumptown

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the-firebird69 · 5 months

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And I get the one with the beam machine not into the head but they have a bean machine that goes into the arms and the mask is the early mask I think it's cool and you wear a black muscle shirt that's what they're called and a white undergarment and I can wear the muscle suit under that and it'll be the white and black just like the mask and I think it's a good idea or maybe even black sleeves I'm not sure what which would look better and then the pants are a question I'm thinking like a kind of a you didn't spandex pants with like a black shorts over them but you're not so long as the ones I get anyway the little gun belt maybe cool

Zues

I think it's a good idea it's a lot of clothes and you're going to be hot it has to be during the winter but you never make it and it'll probably spend a lot of time outside anyways and people want to know who you are it's a way to try and get them to do things but he'd be wearing a full mask he's going to try and figure out how to put it together the pants are easy the shorts are easy just black swim trunks and they saw him he says without the insides and it's really like one of his pajama bottoms that are black and he already has the shorter ones but he needs shorter ones than those and you can get them real cheap and also so it takes care of the pants and the shirts easy that's at Walmart and the undergarment has to be like probably a white or even black he says and then you won't see that it's a muscle shirt so it has to be like a white kind of a loose-fitting shirt but not too loose and he says he probably has they probably have those somewhere and it's like a pullover shirt and he can try and find those they might even be like a loose fitting nylon I like exercise wear I've seen stuff like that and then the mask you can buy and the gear you can make somehow with tubes and run a band around the arms and it looks really cool and you just spray the inside of the tubes green and it looks awesome I mean these things really really stand out and he would look pretty cool kind of built up a little and he said he'd wear his boots that takes care of that problem and he'd be harder than hell hotter than hell but I think it's a good idea cuz people won't know who he is and he'll go in there but you know he can't really get there

Hera

You see these ideas and think you're nuts but really everybody's watching you and your apartment and everything very closely today was a nightmare and the guy is going to jail and it's Trump he's still in the line being a little kid and he's messing himself up and he has no plan that makes sense and we're going to go after him and the car did get run off the road and he admitted it a long time ago and doesn't remember it but he's a moron

Michael too

And Tommy f is the one who did it and he was there and I know what he was doing

Trump

We're trying to threaten him and stuff and he's having to do things that are much worse than getting in trouble he keeps telling us don't do that I see this happening to you we're starting to get it

Dave

Probably not enough to stop and they're addicted and they're losing and they don't notice it yet they're going into the tunnels huge numbers of them the trumpsters are going to be cut in half by tomorrow morning and from the start of this 4 or 5 days ago and that's a lot and bja would have lost a quarter and they're going to lose their whole fleet it's starting to fire up again and they're going to head out to Hera and her area and they're going to try and everybody's right on them right now and they're not going to have a fleet left there's only two billion chips and all of them are heating up and they're going to go all those people are going to be dead it means a lot because the pseudo empire is going to have around 15 billion ships and the empire will have $35 billion ships it's ridiculous that's far too many and it's these people and it's their fault and they have to try and fix it by taking ground bases all over the place where they refuel and they have to try and take the lasers and all this other stuff and they're going after it hard but it's not really doing anything

Thor Freya

This is a terrific costume idea and I hope he goes through with it it's going to be a lot of fun we're going to try and make it so he can do it but he needs transportation and all those things he can afford and he can he can go weightlifting in the outfit and he can actually go weightlifting with the spandex on when he does legs and the shorts of course and everybody joked about that earlier that he was huge it might look really bad and there's some laughter even Billy Hicks his identity is still a secret. We actually see why and he said it and they heard it and said boy that makes sense. He said Brad is going to be a criminal internationally and wanted to do that couple other things we are working on a lot of things to help him out and we're getting them done and they're coming out shortly and please do it and she does as well and she says thank you and she does as well and he says it

Luana Ariana

And Hera and she says that vital and goddess wife and that's me and speaking we thank you for the idea no it's your idea so I guess we do thank you and we hear it and it's very simple code it is our son's code it just dawned on me that he's using it that he'll do this being character and it spawns a massive army of ours because people hear it about and they start the same stupid s*** everywhere. He says we need it now right now I'll start working on it

Vital and got his wife

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moved2usagiiboo · 3 years

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Daydreaming

Def; Daydreaming is the stream of consciousness that detaches from current, external tasks when attention drifts to a more personal and internal direction.

Synonyms; Trance, fantasy, Hallucination

Chifuyu x fem!reader

Minors DNI, thank you.

You were stunning, enticing, gorgeous. You were a angel sent down from heaven with the job of blessing young men's hearts. You shined bright like the rays on a sunny day.

You were his everything and yet you weren't his. As a matter of fact, he barely knew anything about you but you have him wrapped around your delicate finger. He was whipped.

Chifuyu met you one day, when he had been tasked with a mid-day coffee run for him and his co-worker. He walked into the café, the smell of coffee and pastries engulfed his noise, it was a small cat café not too far from where he worked. Nothing more than a five minute walk, Chifuyu heard cats meow and purred as they rubbed against his pants.

He bent down rubbing the head of the nearest cat to him, he lifted the cat up cradling it as he walked towards the menu.

"Hi! Welcome to Neko-Sama, what can I get for you today." You beamed at him from behind the counter with the softest smile. Your voice rung in his ears like a soft melody, your smile made heat rush to his face in an instant.

You had your hair in pigtails with pink and white cat ears, and a frilly maid costume draped over your body. You shuffled your body feeling Chifuyu's eyes look you up and down eyeing your attire.

You were adorable.

You stared at the man with cat like eyes, you catched your eyes with his before turning away and giving an awkward cough to clear the air.

"Wow, Tuba doesn't really like anybody..." You drifted off, "Much less let people hold her, you must be a great guy!"

"Tuba?" He questioned earning a small meow from the ginger cat that was in his arms nuzzling his head on his arm. "O-Oh! Well, I do work with animals, that's probably why." He chuckles softly petting the cat.

"That's amazing, I got this job here to work with animals. I adore cats, they're just so cute." You practically squealed, "Sorry! M'rambling" You looked down with a slight your ears slightly red from embarrassment.

The only thing that ran through Chifuyu's head was how adorable you were. Would it be weird if he asked for your number? You both just met, but he can't help but want to know more about you.

"N-No, no, not at all. Honestly, I thought it was cute..." He says the last part ever so softly, tightening his grip on the cat due to nervousness. The cat bites Chifuyu's hand in response jumping out of his arms, "Oh.. Guess I pissed him off." You both laughed at the cat as you watched him lick himself in spite.

For a split second you both lock eyes, you turn your head down to the iPad on the counter before beaming a smile at him.

"So! What can I get for you today?"

Ever since then Chifuyu has found reasons to make his way to the café. His co-worker caught onto him leaving work to bring back coffee and various snacks, one day he asked him about it.

"I like the coffee." He plainly replied, he would repeat this phrase over and over not only to those who asked about his constant ventures to the café but to convince himself that it wasn't because he wanted to hear your voice and see your face.

Totally not because he hopes that his constant visits would bring upon something. Something more than small talk as you prepared his drink, he convinced himself that he didn't want to be the reason you smile everyday.

You weren't running through his mind, he couldn't be in love with a girl be barely knows.

But the way you blush when he gives you small compliments, it's just too cute to ignore.

Over the course of a few months you and the man got closer, you learn his name and he yours. You were both around the same age, 23, you still being in college working towards your degree and him owning a animal shop.

One day, on a cold winter evening Chifuyu found himself at the café once again. So far he has been to Neko-Sama almost everyday. Naturally, being the animal person he is, he has created a bond with the cats there. Especially Tuna.

Tuna meows the loudest whenever Chifuyu is in the establishment, that's when you begin to prepare his drink. His order changes with the season, as any good barista does, you remember his orders for each season.

Being that it's winter you prepare his drink, a medium peppermint hot chocolate with extra whipped cream. You found it cute how a grown man would order such a cute drink.

"Good evening Chifuyu-san." You smiled placing his drink at his regular table. He takes off his coat setting it down on the seat next to him.

"I told you to drop the formalities, we're the same age Y/n." He sighs, softly thanking you for preparing his drink. He blows the steam away before taking a sip.

"I can't help it, you just seem so much older " You giggle before sitting next to him on the booth couch.

"Should I call you Fuyu' from now on?" You tapped your chin with a hum pretending to think.

"Do what you want, dummy Y/n." He mutters, hoping you're unaware of the burn on the tip of his ears.

Tuna jumped his way onto the seat laying on Chifuyu's coat, his purrs nothing more than a background sound as you and Chifuyu indulge in a conversation.

"And look at this, the new cat is so playful," Chifuyu chuckles pulling his phone out, "Look, she basically destroyed this toy we gave her." He shows you pictures of the cat along with the aftermath of her playtime. You giggle as he swiped through his phone.

This wasn't your fault. You could barely see the screen because of the glare from the lights, you shift your body closer to him. Chifuyu freezes as he feels your clothed breasts push up against him as you stare at his screen unaware of your actions.

"You okay?" You ask staring at his face, cupping it with your hands. His whole body locked up at your touch, his face was bright red with sweat heading down the side of his temple. "You're burning up!" You half screen putting the back of your hand on his forehead, "Are you sick?" You frantically ask while gripping the man's face.

"M'fine.. Just" He trails off, looking at your glistening lips, "Dizzy...."

"Fuyu, you idiot. You need to go home when you don't feel well..." You sighed, "Come on let me walk you home, my shift is over anyways."

Chifuyu waited outside feeling dizzy off of your touch, his head throbbed and his heart pounded. Maybe he was sick.

"Sorry it took so long, Tuna didn't want to go in his cage..." You sigh locking up, you looked at Chifuyu and worry spread across your face. Chifuyu's chest heaved up and down heavily, he looked out of breath as if he ran a marathon.

You quickly take off your scarf and wrapped it around his neck, he softly gasped at the sudden action.

"Let's get you home, yeah?" You lock arms with him and following him as he walked to his apartment. You missed the way his face got brighter as he smelt your scent on the scarf. You said your goodbyes telling him to take medicine and get a good night's rest.

He kicked off his shoes and stripped down on his way to the shower feeling lightheaded, after his shower he took his medicine like you told him to, he wasted no time getting into his bed not before grabbing your scarf and wrapping it around his neck. He ignored the cries of his cat as he tried to drift off to sleep trying to forget the throbbing pain in his head.

ミ❣️That night he couldn't sleep, maybe it was the throbbing pain in his head or the nauseous feeling he'd get everytime he would shift his body.

ミ❣️Or possible it was the fact that everytime he closed his eyes he saw you, your smile, heard your voice, felt your touch.

ミ❣️Your hands were soft, oh so plush.

ミ❣️And your lips, the way they glistened due to the lip gloss you would constantly put on for worry your lips would dry out.

ミ❣️He couldn't forget your whines and pouts when he would call you, "dummy y/n" a nickname you acquired after spraining your ankle slipping while trying to give Tuna a bath.

ミ❣️The way you would stick out your bottom lip, your eyes would shine as if you were about to cry when he had to leave early...

ミ❣️You were adorable, his perfect little angel.

ミ❣️He drifts off daydreaming about every aspect of you that he loves, its a innocent little crush.

ミ❣️He begins to drift off about the way you dress, those pink cat ears that jingle everytime you move. That slutty maid costume that barely covered your ass. Those adorable stripped thigh highs that covered your thighs, pushing up the fat to the uncovered part of your upper thighs.

ミ❣️He nuzzled his flushed face into the scarf engulfing his nose in your sweet scent. It smelt like the fragrance you would constantly wear...

ミ❣️What was it again?

ミ❣️Fuck, he can't think straight trying to remember the name of your perfume makes his head hurt.

ミ❣️But thinking about how you would bend down he would get a full view of your plush cheeks made his cock hurt.

ミ❣️The way you would shake and sway your hips with each step you took.

ミ❣️He isn't in the right headspace, his mind has drifted away from his body. He's long gone, he lost all control of his actions.

ミ❣️Chifuyu is needy, the thoughts go right to his cock. His length twitched with every memory of you.

ミ❣️When did he pull his pants down to his knees?

ミ❣️When did his breath become broken and eratic?

ミ❣️He doesn't know how he ended feeling his dick through his underwear, how he began to fist his dick, all curled up in a ball, trying to release.

ミ❣️His other hand pulling the scarf closer to his nose to take deep inhales.

ミ❣️Chifuyu's voice becomes audible as soft groans leave his mouth.

ミ❣️Nothing more than pre-cum dripped from the tip of his angry cock as he aggressively jerked his hand up and down the length of his shaft, gripping it harder trying to get friction.

ミ❣️He just needed to cum.

ミ❣️It wasn't working. He spat in his hand, rolling into his back. He pr sses his thumb onto his tip. He hissed in pain as a electric jolt shot through his body.

ミ❣️His proud cock standing tall as he moved his hand up and down while simultaneously slightly thrusting his hips upwards. He clicked his tongue in annoyance when it just.. wasn't working.

It wasnt you

ミ❣️Chifuyu pulled his pillow from his head, shifting his position once more, laying back on his side, putting his cock onto the surface of the pillow. He slowly humped his pillow, grinding his dick into the pillow.

ミ❣️He found himself wondering what you were doing right now, if at night you played with yourself.

ミ❣️No, no, not that. He wondered how well you would take him, if you'd scream his name, begging him to go faster, calling him all sorts of names,

ミ❣️Daddy

ミ❣️Master

ミ❣️ They would sound so pretty coming out of your mouth

ミ❣️As he claimed your pussy as his spraying your insides with his cum.

ミ❣️Nah, you were too innocent for that... You were the type of girl to blush when somebody accidentally touches your hand of gives you a compliment.

ミ❣️If anything you would fail to understand why your core was heating up, desperate to feel something inside you but not understanding the meaning.

ミ❣️That's it, you'd come to him crying asking for him to help you feel better.

ミ❣️He groaned at the thought of him placing his hand around your throat while tongue fucking your mouth. You would struggle to kiss back as he roughly explored your mouth with his tongue. Your knees would buckle from the pleasure. He would pick you up, holding the back of your knees, gently grinding his hard cock against your sex.

ミ❣️He would treat you like a princess.

ミ❣️Laying on your back as you hurried to take your soaking panties off, your slick juices leaving a single string that was attached to your panties, proof that you were wetting your undergarments like a dirty slut.

ミ❣️Your face would be red as you shamelessly tell him in the softest tone.

ミ❣️"Want you so bad Fuyu'"

ミ❣️Fuck, his thrusts became more erratic, his knuckles turning white from his tight grip on his pillow.

ミ❣️Yeah, you'd call him by his nickname as you begged him to claim you, ruin you.

ミ❣️He imagine him sinking his fingers, he'd start with one not wanting to hurt you. Your tight untouched cunt tightly squeezing his finger. You would already be a moaning mess, Fuyu was talking all your firsts.

ミ❣️Your slightly loosened sex would take in another finger. You would try your best to muffle your slutty moans as he fingers your soaking pussy. You'd cover your mouth with your hand as his finger curled inside of you hitting that spot that made your toes curl and eyes widen.

ミ❣️You'd moan his name, begging him to stop. It felt weird, felt too good, something was coming.

ミ❣️He'd give you your first orgasm with his fingers, you had drool dripping from the corner of your mouth, your face was red. You were already so fucked out on his fingers.

ミ❣️He felt his cock twitch with these thoughts. He mindlessly began to fuck his pillow into the mattress, his body now on top of the pillow as he grinded on top of the pillow.

ミ❣️He'd have you suck on his fingers tasting yourself as he began to eat you out. His tongue slipping in and out of your slit, naughty slurping sounds emitted from the room as he throat fucked you with his digits that were once in your pussy. His nose would occasionally hit your lip causing you to arch your back pushing his tongue deeper inside you.

ミ❣️You love being eaten out huh? Love it when daddy fucks you with his tongue. Such a dirty little thing.

ミ❣️All the dirty things he could think of seeps from his mouth, while eating you out. He'd bring you to another orgasm with ease.

ミ❣️"Y/n, fuck, m'gonna cum" Chifuyu grunted out in a out of breath voice, he felt his cock spurt out his cum into his pillow, yet he wasn't satisfied.

ミ❣️He leaned back onto his shins, his knees pressing into the bed as he lifted the pillow up, slipping his cock into the pillow cover.

ミ❣️He wasn't done yet, your pussy would be twitching, eager to take his cock. You eyes would be begging him to fuck you into the mattress.

ミ❣️"Gonna fuck my princess dumb." He muttered out to nobody as he thrusted upwards into the pillow. His thrusts were shameless and aggressive as he pounded his pillow like a dog in heat.

ミ❣️His moans were loud as he muttered filthy things about you.

ミ❣️He would slip his cock into you, kissing away the tears from your eyes.

ミ❣️His cock was just too big, his dumb baby couldn't take it. The stretch hurt. Daddy made it fit though. Daddy will make you feel so good. Pretty girl.

ミ❣️He'd let you adjust waiting for you to give him the okay, he would start of slow, giving you small thrusts to get you used to the size of him. Deep passionate thrusts that said how much he loved you.

ミ❣️You would have the most beautiful moans and whines, he could listen to them all day. He would kiss you and your body till it bruised.

ミ❣️You'd beg him to fuck you, he would do just that. Slamming his hips into yours causing you to scream out his nickname, one of his hands would be on your thigh squeezing it oh so tight getting a good grip for when he pulls his cock out and slams your bodies into each other, fucking you senseless. While the other kept your mouth busy, occasionally taking his fingers out of your mouth to kiss you deeply bruising your lips with his.

He'd watch your every expression.

ミ❣️"Your pussy was made for me, look how well you're taking it. Doing so good"

ミ❣️Your eyes would cross as your tongue rolled out, you'd pants and beg for him to slow down. You didn't really want that, no, not when he was making you feel this good. The way you would arch your back, grind your hips into his, wrap your arms around his neck and grip his hair as you moaned louder with each thrust told him everything he needed to know.

ミ❣️You wanted more, you're greedy aren't you?

ミ❣️"My pretty little cocksleeve"

ミ❣️Chifuyu felt himself getting closer to his high, but he wanted to cum with you.

ミ❣️No, you weren't here.

ミ❣️His hand would make it to your clit giving it a soft slap before his thumb rubbed it in circles. You'd start cursing because of how good it felt. Telling him you wanted more, how you were about to cum, how much you wanted him to cum in you.

ミ❣️You would adore it, he knows it. You'd be such a cum hungry slut for him, no matter when or where you'd want him to cum in your tight pussy.

ミ❣️"Fuck, fuck— so good, Y/n— yer' pussy so good" Chifuyu cursed out as he imagined you creaming his cock the same time as he slammed his dick in you once more before spraying your insides white with his cum. Your body would shake as you had your final orgasm feeling so full.

ミ❣️"Fuck... Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck!" Chifuyu cursed out realizing what he just did, he felt a wave of guilt as he felt his dick go limp after fucking his pillow to the thought of you like a madman.

ミ❣️He rushed into the shower, almost falling off his bed in a panic mode. He tried to wash it off, tried to wash off the sin of moaning your name while he fucked his pillow like some highschool horn dog.

ミ❣️He hoped you'd forgive him, he prayed you would.. You couldn't ever find out what he did, you'd label him as a pervert.

ミ❣️Maybe he was one.

ミ❣️He couldn't look himself in the mirror, too ashamed to face himself.

ミ❣️Chifuyu threw the pillow away before curling back in bed chanting soft apologies to nobody. He'd wrap his body in his blanket nuzzling his face back into your scarf as he drifting off final able to sleep.

ミ❣️The next morning you didn't understand why Chifuyu refused to make eye contact with you...

It was supposed to be a short drabble.... 500 works max 🤧🔫 anywaysssss

@baji-kuns hope you liked it 🙄 #Chifuyu'sAHoe

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peterrparrkerr · 3 years

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Hit mad falls in love with target - read on ao3

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Peter waved frantically at Tony when he walked into the lab, eyes glued to a computer screen.

"Tony, quick! Look!" He demanded, nearly vibrating in his chair.

Tony made his way over, hands clasped behind his back as he leaned over Peter's shoulder.

"Isn't it awesome?" The young man asked, waving his hands around.

"What am I looking at?" Tony asked.

"Its cancer," Peter said. He points to different colored lines in the graph, all jagged and fluctuating. "This is breast cancer, and this one is pancreatic, skin, lung."

Tony hums as Peter continues to list each colored line as a different form of cancer.

"I was able to isolate the individual cells from everything else, and- look, look!"

Peter snatches Tony by the shirt sleeve and tugs him from one monitor to the one on the other side of the lab. He taps his fingers on the screen, bouncing on his heels.

"These are the cells after being treated with non-radioactive therapy," Peter said, looking up at Tony. "The number of cancer cells is cut in half within a week!"

Peter then drags Tony across the lab again, babbling excitedly as he does so. "Do you know what this means? This means we can start human testing! And we can market the treatment for practically nothing!"

He shows Tony a live feed of the treatment in action from a TV monitor.

"Think about the possibilities," Peter grinned. "Anyone can get treated, no matter their financial standing. And the treatment isn't as harmful as chemo or radiation. It doesn't attack the body as a whole, it isolates the cancer cells and leaves the rest of the body alone.

"No more hair loss or side effects. And we could cut remission in half too," Peter said. "Just think, this time next year, we could start selling to hospitals all over the world."

Tony smiles down at the younger man. He had known within the first day of meeting Peter that he wouldn't be able to follow through. He's glad he hadn't.

"Have you told anybody else?" He asks casually.

"Ned knows," Peter said. "And Bruce, but they were here when it happened."

"Where are they now?"

Peter gives Tony a wry smile, still too excited about his treatment working.

"I sent them home a couple hours ago," he said. "We've all been awake for almost three days, so I'm sure they've gone to bed already."

"You should be in bed too, don't you think?" Tony asked, raising an eyebrow.

Peter waves him off, shaking his head as he goes to his work desk. "I'll sleep later," he said, pulling his lab coat off and draping it over the chair.

He's dressed in his usual outfit; comfortable pants and a button up.

"Plus, I knew you'd make your rounds around this time, and I wanted to tell you," Peter said with a grin, grabbing his personal items.

That was part of Tony's cover. A janitor for the building Peter worked for. Hes wearing a navy blue jump suit, though he's left the cart out in the hallway.

"I'll walk you to your car," Tony hums, leading the way out. When he'd first started this, he'd offered his company to get closer to Peter -to find his vulnerabilities.

Now though, he does it because he's protecting the young scientist.

He'd skipped out with 45 thousand dollars paid to kill the boy, but as the days had gone on, and Peter had grown comfortable with him, Tony realized he couldn't steal him from the world.

Peter was incredible. He worked tirelessly to find a cure for cancer. He's already created a new insulin for diabetes that he's made available to everyone for only $10 a month -something not many other medical professionals liked.

Peter was making enemies left and right, and Tony decided to make it his job to keep him breathing. If not for the rest of his life, then for as long as it takes for the young scientist to see an end to cancer.

The boy wasn't getting much in terms of money for his creations. In fact, from what Tony's come to learn, the boy doesn't own a car, and rents an apartment with his aunt.

He sees enough to live paycheck to paycheck and this new treatment won't do much to better his life, but he's not concerned with money. He wants to make Healthcare more effective and affordable.

Tony's got morals. Enough of them to know when a hit is a bad investment. That didn't stop him from taking his payment anyway.

The two make it to the car park. Its dark, the overhead lights buzzing annoyingly. Its empty, save for a couple cars belonging to a few of the security guards, and the car Peter shares with his aunt.

It's an older model, grey paint chipping and metal beneath rusting near the wheels. Peter talks animatedly beside him, lands flailing in front of him.

Tony glances around them, scowling as he takes in the familiar cement structure.

"Wait," Tony says, just as Peter's pulling the keys from his pocket. They're a couple feet away from the car, and the hairs on Tony's arms and neck stand on end.

"What is it?" Peter asked curiously, reaching for the door handle.

It's just as Peter grips the handle that Tony sees the wire connected to the metal lock on the other side of the glass.

Tony is quick to react, grabbing Peter by the arms and wrenching him away from the door.

Peter yelps in surprise, but its cut out by the sound of a small explosion. Tony braces for the blast of air that knocks the two off their feet, and grits his teeth at the heat that follows.

Peter's pressed against the cement, Tony weighing down on him. His ears ring, but he quickly gets to his feet, unzipping his jumpsuit and grabbing the .9 mm from the waistband of his jeans.

The car is ablaze, crackle-popping and sizzling. Its just the cab thats on fire, but Tony knows its only a matter of seconds before the flames reach the engine and the fuel line.

Tony looks around him, trying to find the culprit -though he knows from experience that the man won't be here.

He grabs Peter by the armpits and pulls him to his feet. Blood smears against his forehead and jaw. His hands and arms are scraped up and Tony can tell his knees are busted too, but it doesn't look like anything damaging.

"We gotta go," Tony urges, already half dragging the younger back towards the building.

"You-you have a gun," Peter gapes, stumbling after Tony, arm in the older's hard grip. "Why do you have a gun?"

Tony reaches the door for the stairwell.

"I'm a hired gun," Tony said, glancing up, then down, gun following his eyeline before pushing Peter towards the stairs going up.

"I thought you were a janitor," Peter gasped, climbing the stairs and swaying. Tony places his free hand on Peter's lower back.

"Thats just a front," Tony confessed. "We got to get you out of here."

"Someone blew up my car," Peter said, panting as they continue up to the first floor. "Aunt May is gonna kill me."

"Not if Buck doesn't kill you first," Tony grunted, pulling Peter out of the stairwell and into the main lobby.

Tony's car is around the side of the building, but its open to attack. Tony can't keep Peter trapped inside the building though, so he risks it.

Their feet slap loudly on the asphalt as they run for the nondescript black SUV Tony had taken to driving.

He checks around the vehicle, under and inside before issuing Peter into the back seat.

Tires screech as Tony peels out of the parking lot.

"What- whats happening? Tony, what- why do-"

"Someones trying to kill you, Peter," Tony said, blowing past the guard tower at the exit of the parking lot.

"But why?" Peter asked dumbly, voice slurring slightly as more blood turns the side of his face crimson.

"I'll answer all your questions when we're safe," Tony promised, eyes frantically shifting from the area ahead of him to the rear view mirror.

Peter must really be feeling the effects of his head slamming into the concrete, because he doesn't protest.

"Lay down," Tony orders, merging into traffic and slowing down. "Lay low until I say."

Peter does -Tony thinks mostly because of his head injury. Tony relaxes a little, knowing the scientist won't be gunned down in the back seat.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Somewhere safe," Tony answered, keeping an eye behind him.

He doesn't see a tail, but he takes a round-about way to his safe house, just outside of Queens.

When they get to the small cabin, Tony checks the building before helping Peter inside.

"I think I have a concussion," Peter mumbles, swaying on his feet as Tony guides him to the kitchen chair.

"I don't doubt it," Tony agrees, setting his gun down on the table beside Peter's elbow before grabbing the first aid kit.

He pulls another chair over in front of the young scientist and opens the red box.

"Let me see your hands," Tony orders. Peter does, palms up. Tony begins to clean them and his arms.

"Tony," Peter says, breaking the silence. Tony doesn't say anything. He reaches up to clean the blood from the side of Peter's cheek.

"Is your name actually Tony?"

Tony makes eye contact before nodding.

"And you're a hired gun?" Peter asks, slightly breathless. "Like, like a hitman?"

"Yes," Tony answers, reaching the cut on Peter's hairline. Peter winces, but doesn't pull away.

"You kill people for a living?"

"Yes."

It takes Peter a couple seconds, but it seems to hit him. Hes bolting to his feet, the chair clattering behind him.

Tony leans back into the chair, watching as Peter begins to pace.

"What- Tony, you have to tell me whats going on," Peter demands, hand on his head. Tony knows from experience that pacing tends to help the scientist expell excess energy.

"I will," Tony nods. Peter continues his pacing. Back and forth beside the kitchen counter.

"Why- why are people trying to kill me?" He demanded. "Who blew up my car?"

Tony sets the paper towels down on the table, knowing Peter won't sit still for him to properly tend to him.

"The one who blew up your car is another hitman," Tony said. "Goes by the name Winter Soldier."

"You called him Buck," Peter said, pointing an accusatory finger at Tony, eyes narrowed.

"I did," Tony nodded. "Hitmen tend to run in the same circles, though we don't always like each other. Bucky was probably hired to finish the job."

"Finish the job," Peter repeated dumbly. "I'm the job?"

Tony nods, once more letting Peter process. He knew Peter would figure it out without Tony's help. He was smart.

"Finish the job means someone already tried to- to kill me," Peter said, panting as he continued to pace. The wound at his hairline is bleeding sluggishly, dripping down his temple and towards his jaw.

Peter wipes at it without thought, smearing blood against his cheek. He pauses to look down at his hand, fingers glistening in red.

He touches his forehead again, as if remembering he's still injured, then turns to Tony, accusation and fear in his Bambi brown eyes.

"You," he said softly, in disbelief. "You were hired to kill me, weren't you."

"I was," Tony nodded.

"But you haven't," Peter said. Tony can practically see the gears turning behind his eyes. "And, and now whoever hired you hired the Winter Soldier."

Tony only nods. Peter takes a shuddering inhale and has to grip the counter with a bloody hand to stabilize himself.

"I'm- I'm- who- who would want to-to kill me?!"

"The payment was anonymous," Tony said. "Thats how it works. But whoever it is is threatened by you."

Peter looks at Tony incredulously. "Me? Why me? I'm the least threatening person -like- ever!"

"You've cost Big Pharma millions with your insulin," Tony said. "You've patented it, so they can't take it and upcharge the way they've been doing. And if your treatment for cancer is a success, you'd be costing them even more."

Peter takes a moment to process that before he nods. "Right, yeah. I knew I was going to make a lot of people mad about that, but. But I never expected anyone to actually try to kill me."

"Money is a powerful motive," Tony said, a little too much experience leaking into his tone.

Peter hears it, because he stops his pacing, shoulders dropping. Exhaustion seems to pull him towards the floor like an anvil tied to his spine.

He sways a little, and Tony's about to offer him the chair again, but he moves to it willingly. When he sits, their knees are barely touching, and he blinks dazedly at his bloody hand.

Tony grabs a clean rag and leans forward to clean up the blood from Peter's head. The younger lets him, still processing and no doubt sluggish from the concussion.

"Why didn't you?" Peter asked after Tony had taped gauze to his hairline. It was patchy and poorly done, but it would help.

"Why didn't I what," Tony hummed, using an alcoholic wet wipe to clean the remaining blood from Peter's hands. The boy winces at the burn to his scraped palms.

"Kill me," he said, swallowing thickly. "You had plenty of opportunity."

Tony sighed, setting the wipes down before leaning forward and looking Peter in the eye.

"Because I believe in the work you're doing," he said honestly. "And I'm going to make sure you finish it."

Peter blinks once, twice, before breaking eye contact and sighing, body eating to melt into the chair as the air leaves his lungs.

"Come on," Tony said, standing up and slipping the gun into the waistband of his pants. Then offering his hand. "This place is safe. Theres a bed you can sleep in."

"I shouldn't sleep with a concussion," Peter said weakly, taking Tony's offered hand anyway.

"Its mild, I'm sure you'll be fine," Tony mused, heading deeper into the cabin to the bedroom.

The bedroom isn't anything special. A twin bed in the corner, a four drawer dresser and a blackout curtain.

Peter climbs onto the bed, not bothering with the covers or taking his shoes off. Tony thinks its best he sleep with them on anyway, in case Bucky finds them.

Tony moves to leave, grabbing the handle, and Peter bolts upright again, eyes wide.

"You're okay," Tony promises. "I'll be right outside."

Peter gives the barest shake of his head. "Stay here, please," he says softly.

Tony nods, shutting the door and turning off the light before making his way to the side of the bed. Theres an old step stool there, and he sits down at the head of the bed.

Peter lays back down, body too tense to ever fall asleep. Tony keeps his ears attuned to any noise that could alert him to Bucky, or anyone else, gun sitting perfectly stop on his knee, finger off the trigger, but ready at a moments notice.

"Tony?"

"Yes, Peter."

Peter shuffles around, and Tony turns his head just in time to feel pillow soft lips connect with the corner of his mouth.

He can't help but smirk as Peter settles back down. "Thanks for not killing me."

Tony chuckles at that, leaning his head against the wall. "I may be a hitman, but I've got morals," he says into the dark room. "Besides, nobody likes cancer."

Peter laughs tiredly at that before reaching his hand out and grabbing Tony's. Their fingers interlock, and Tony doesn't really know which one of them initiated it.

"You're going to be okay," Tony continued. "I wont let anyone hurt you. You're safe with me."

"I know."

#marvel #tony stark #peter parker #ironman #starker #spiderman #my writing #ao3 #sfsummerbingo21

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stargazer-sims · 2 years

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1 - early morning walk

Davian: Seriously, how can you look so hot in everything? If I saw some other dude in that outfit, I'd be laughing my ass off, but on you it looks sexy as hell.

Félix: And to think I wasn't even trying to look sexy. I just wanted something cool and comfortable. It's supposed to be really warm later today.

Davian: Got anything interesting on your agenda for later?

Félix: I might visit a couple of used book shops. Want to come with?

Davian: Bro, you have enough books. Your flat's overflowing with them.

Félix: Don't call me 'bro', please. I don't like it. And it's our flat, now that you're back in town, unless you've decided you like your sister's sofa better than my bed.

Davian: There's no place I like better than your bed.

Félix: Very good answer.

Davian: I think Chloë might be getting ready to kick me out anyway. Apparently, I'm too high-maintenance or something.

Félix: You? High-maintenance? I'm shocked.

Davian: You have no room to talk, bro.

Félix: Davian—

Davian: Um... babe? Honey? What?

Félix: You can be more creative than that, mon coeur. Think about it, but please stop calling me 'bro' in the meantime.

Davian: So, when can I move back in?

Félix: Today, if you like. You've got a key. Or did you lose it at some questionable venue in San Myshuno?

Davian: You should come with me to San My next time. You'd love the questionable venues, and I might like to take you in a rooftop hot tub.

Félix: You can take me anywhere, any time. That's why you married me, isn't it?

Davian: Well, it wasn't for your cooking skills.

Félix: You're horrible. I don't know why I agreed to marry you.

Davian: Because it seemed like a good idea at the time?

Félix: Because you satisfy needs I didn't even know I had until you came along, if you really must know.

Davian: Really? Knowing you, I would've thought you'd have been well aware of those needs long before we ran into each other.

Félix: Not those needs. Ugh... you're so depraved.

Davian: Me?

Félix: Oh, very well. I might be a little shameless.

Davian: *laughing* Yeah, just a little.

Félix: I meant companionship. Someone who understands me and who isn't going to try to force me to conform. Someone to dance in the rain with, and to watch old movies with on Saturday nights, and to tell me I look sexy in my dresses. Ooh... and someone to play on the swings with. Look... when did they put that here?

Davian: No idea. I haven't been here for a few months, remember? You want to play on it? In a skirt?

Félix: You'll be on the other swing next to me, or behind me if you're going to give me a push. I don't see the problem.

Davian: It wasn't me I was thinking about.

Félix: It's not as if I'm not wearing anything under my skirt, you know. I can manage some decorum when I go out in public.

Davian: It's a whole other story in private.

Félix: Indeed, and when we get home, I may prove definitively that I'm wearing something under my skirt. But first, let's swing. Then, you can take me somewhere for brunch, and we can discuss the future a bit, now that you're back in my life. We should have some sort of plan going forward.

Davian: You know how I feel about plans.

Félix: Me too, but we should at least come up with some ideas. It can be a flexible plan, but it should be something.

Davian: Yeah, you're right. I know we have to decide some stuff, and I guess a flexible plan is better than flying by the seat of our pants... or skirts, or whatever.

Félix: *laughing* This is exactly why I married you. We're so much alike, I could never find anyone else who suits me as well as you. I couldn't let you get away from me.

Davian: Except I keep disappearing.

Félix: I know, but you always come back to me, don't you?

Davian: Because I can never stay away from you. You know those needs you mentioned? You satisfy them for me, too. I used to say I never needed anybody, but I need you.

Félix: I need you too, like the Earth needs sunlight. I can survive the long nights in winter, but I'm much happier when my sun shines on me.

Davian: Sunshine.

Félix: Pardon?

Davian: You're my sunshine, too. If you don't like me calling you 'bro', how about 'sunshine'?

Félix: Yes. I like that. I'd be very happy to be your sunshine.

#ts4 #sims 4 #eagames #evergreen harbor #Félix Blanchet #Davian St-Jean #stargazersims #aucieletoile #aucieletoile1

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itsadamcole · 3 years

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christmas with benefits

fem!reader x ‘hangman’ adam page

reader and 'Hangman' Adam Page made a deal a few years ago; that if they were single at Christmastime then they would hook up. Christmas with benefits is what they called it, but this year, it's a little different ...

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warnings: smut (friends with benefits, kinda), kinda fluffy, idrk what else :)

— day 25 ... we did it, and i will be going on a short break after this is posted (it’ll probably be around 11 pm est when y’all see this bc i was really late when i began to write this). i hope you enjoyed these christmas / holiday / winter themed imagines bc i enjoyed writing them —

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You sit in your bed in your room back in your parents' house in Virginia. You've texted your best friend, the Hangman Adam Page, to come over since he's not that far away.

It's late, almost midnight on Christmas Eve going into Christmas Day. You sit in your Christmas pajamas as you wait. Your parents have gone to sleep so you just wait for the usual "I'm here" text from Adam so you can go open the front door for him.

This has been a thing every Christmas since yours and Adam's Ring of Honor days. Five years ago, five Christmases ago, both you and Adam agreed that if you were both single during the holidays then you'd casually just hook up. No strings attached, no feelings attached. Christmas with benefits is what Adam first called it, and you couldn't help but agree.

Every year, you'd either meet him at his childhood home, he'd meet you at your childhood home, or you'd meet at a motel.

You don't know how it even got to this point. Five years of hooking up on Christmas. Only one Christmas was missed because Adam was technically seeing a woman and didn't want to do the Christmas with benefits that year, which was fine with you.

The led lights that hang around your room are set to a light blue color and you play with the remote as you wait for your phone to go off.

Just before midnight, at 11:48, your phone starts ringing and Adam's contact pops up. You answer.

"Hey," you say. "Almost here?"

Adam says, "Just turned down your street. I hope you don't mind, and I wanted to give you a heads up, but I brought you a present. I don't know the next time we'll see each other so I wanted to make sure that you got it."

You smile and leave your room, walking downstairs. "Yeah, that's fine," you say. "I have something for you too."

It's been a while since you've seen Adam. He works with AEW and you work with WWE. Your schedules just don't allow you to see him except for a few times a year. Especially since you're NXT women's champion right now.

"Yay," Adam says. "I'll see you in a few."

You say your goodbyes and you wait at the door, watching for Adam's car.

This is something you've always looked forward to. It's something about being close to someone who cares for you and who you care for deeply. If it wasn't for the no feelings attached rule then you would have told him how you felt a long time ago.

Adam's car pulls up out from and you open the front door. The cool air hits you and you shiver a bit. You watch him get out of the car in his cowboy Christmas pajamas. He has a bag and a wrapped box.

Another part of your deal is that after the hookup then it's Christmas movies and snacks. Adam has snacks. That's what you assume is in the bag.

He walks up to your front door and smiles when he sees you. "Hi," he says. "I thought that maybe we can open presents before we, um, you know."

You smile and nod, moving aside so he can walk inside. You close and lock the door behind Adam as he walks upstairs to your bedroom. You closely follow him.

Adam sets the bag and the box down on your bed and you sit on the bed. You grab Adam's present off the bedside table under the lamp before you crisscross your legs and look up at him.

He sits in front of you, mirroring your position. He holds out his present and you take it. "Go ahead," he says. "I'm excited to see your reaction."

You giggle and begin to unwrap the gift. You open the box, which is actually kind of big.

Inside the box is an AEW merch shirt, one of the bandannas that Adam's worn during his entrances, and a necklace that you've wanted forever. It has your birthstone inside of a heart.

"Adam," you gasp. "I've been wanting this necklace forever."

He laughs and says, "I know. I figured it was time to buy it for you. Also, I dare you to wear the AEW shirt to work one day."

You laugh and say, "Stop trying to get me fired."

Adam helps you put the necklace on as he says, "Tony Khan already has told me he wants you on the roster so if Vince McMahon fires you then just come to AEW."

His fingers linger on the back of your neck by the necklace clasp a little longer than they probably should. You look back at Adam and say, "We'll see." You smile. "Anyway, it's time for your present. Open the little envelope after you open your gift."

You hold out the medium-sized box and Adam takes it. He unwraps it and opens the box.

Inside the box you gave Adam is a cowboy hat that has the AEW logo on it, one of your merch shirts, and a little silver bracelet with "cowboy shit", which is Adam's thing, and "ice queen", which is your thing, engraved on it.

You're known as NXT's resident "ice queen" because of your cold heart and rude personality. It's your gimmick. You love it, and it sounds kinda cool.

Adam smiles and opens the tiny envelope. You watch as his eyes widen and he says, "I know you didn't give me a yearlong pass to come to any WWE show."

"Of course I did," you say. "Front row, off-camera for the most part. I know we haven't seen much of each other because of conflicting schedules but maybe if you have some free time and are in the same area then you can use this pass to go in and out of the arena. It's completely free so you don't have to waste several hundred dollars just to see me for twenty minutes."

Adam's tried to come to WWE shows, but tickets were always sold out or not where he wanted them because it was always so last minute. You had the idea of the pass a few weeks ago, talked to management, and got it in time for Christmas.

He says, "You are literally the best person on this Earth."

You giggle and say, "That works for literally any WWE event. A Takeover, a regular NXT live show, or even Wrestlemania."

"Thank you, Y/N," Adam says, putting everything back in the box. "Seriously."

You do the same and say, "It's the least I can do. Maybe we'll see each other more than three or four times a year."

Adam looks at you and smiles. "I'll have to use that pass all the time," he says. "I need to see you more than three or four times a year."

You put your gift from Adam on your bedside table and say, "I agree."

He says, "So, about this Christmas with benefits thing."

"I wanted to talk to you about that," you admit.

While you waited for Adam, you decided to tell him how you feel. Screw the no feelings attached rule.

Adam looks at you confused and says, "Okay. What's on that pretty little mind of yours?"

Your face gets flustered a bit as you say, "We agreed that there would be no feelings attached and no strings attached, and we've done well at that for the past few years."

"But?" Adam asks. He knows what's about to happen.

Nervously, you say, "But recently I've been thinking of you as more than my best friend. I just want more out of this besides sex. You already treat me so well, and we've known each other for years, so I thought that maybe we could try to be more than just friends."

He stares at you as you talk. He can't believe this. You've been doing such a good job at hiding this that he had no idea, and he's not mad about it. He can finally tell you how he's been feeling about you.

In one swift movement, Adam cups your face and pulls you toward him. Your lips crash to Adam's and you gasp. You gasp softly but kiss him back.

The kiss lasts for a few moments before you pull back and ask, "What was that for? You've never kissed me except for when we're, you know."

Adam pushes your hair behind your ear as he says, "I thought that I could start kissing you when we're not having sex."

A smile forms on your lips and your face gets a little flustered. "I would, uh, like that," you stammer. "Can we still have our usual Christmas sex?"

He laughs and says, "That was never out of the equation, Y/N."

You giggle and lean in, kissing Adam again. He kisses you back and you crawl onto his lap, straddling his waist. Your hands slide into his curly hair and his hands slide up the back of your pajama top.

Sighs leave your lips when his hands touch your skin. You smile against his lips and push Adam onto his back.

Slowly, you begin to undress Adam underneath you. You kiss Adam's bare chest once his shirt is off. You do leave a couple of marks on his chest.

"The first chance you get, you mark me up," Adam says, looking down at you. You trail your fingers over the marks and down to the waistband of his Christmas pajama pants.

You look up at Adam with your eyes before you say, "You're mine now. I hope."

Nerves rise up within you as Adam says, "I am. I'm yours."

"Thank God," you sigh as Adam smiles.

You pull off Adam's pajama pants right before Adam rolls and lays on top of you.

He stares down at you and attacks your neck with kisses. You sigh and let out a soft moan. Adam's hands roam your body as he kisses your neck.

You pull off your top, leaving your upper body exposed. Adam's eyes are on your body and you bite your lip softly, watching him. After a moment, he leans down and presses kisses to your bare stomach. You sigh softly.

Adam hooks his fingers into your pajama pants waistband and pulls them off your body. He slips his fingers into your panties and runs his fingers through your folds. You gasp and your back arches off the bed.

After a few seconds of this, Adam pulls off your panties. You look down at Adam and find that he's looking up at you with his eyes. Your tongue swipes across your bottom lip as Adam slips a finger into you, moving it shallowly and slowly. You create a little 'O' with your mouth and a moan escapes.

"Baby, you have to be quiet," Adam reminds you. "Your parents are just down the hall."

You giggle and say, "Oops."

He laughs and speeds up his fingers as he begins to play with your clit with his tongue. "Adam," you sigh. "God, don't stop."

Adam smirks and adds a second finger. Your fingers are back in his curly blond hair. He edges you closer and closer to an orgasm. Your back arches off the bed a few times before Adam pins your hips to the mattress.

You feel your walls begin to clench around Adam's fingers, and he realizes this too. "You gonna come, baby?" he asks. You nod eagerly.

"Please," you whine, needing to release.

He nods and says, "Come for me."

So you do. All over Adam's fingers. You softly moan his name as you release. He sucks his fingers clean before coming up to your lips and kissing you. You moan into his mouth as you kiss him back.

While he's distracted with kissing you, you roll so you're straddling Adam's waist. Your lips are still on his.

Adam pulls back from the kiss and asks, "Where did this all of a sudden come from?"

"I wanted to try something new," you say, kissing Adam's jaw and neck. He sighs beneth you.

You slip your hand down to the bulge in his boxer shorts. You rub him gently and he makes a soft growl sound. "Y/N," he says with a soft moan. "Be nice."

In a split second, you decide to be a little tease. You grind down against his bulge and say, "You won't do anything."

He stares up at you as your finally pull off his boxers. You take his erect member and pump him a few times. You line him up with your entrance and he asks, "Are you still taking the pills?"

"I got an implant to make it easier on myself," you admit. "I kept forgetting to take the pills."

Adam laughs and you smile. Adam's laughs turn into soft sighs as you lower yourself onto him, his length slowly beginning to fill you. You throw your head back as you wait a second before you move. Your hands are on his chest to keep your balance as you begin to move.

Both of you let soft sighs leave your lips. Adam's thumb finds it's way to your clit as you move your hips. You moan softly as you move your hips faster. Adam's other hand is on your waist, helping you move.

He sits up a bit, propping himself up on one arm. His thumb is still rubbing your clit. You wrap your arms around his neck and your fingers are in his hair. His lips are on your collarbone.

His lips make their way up to your jaw. He says softly, "Keep going. You're making me feel so good."

Adam’s praises give you the confidence to move faster. His tip hits your g-spot and you gasp.

You lean down and kiss Adam softly as you move.

Your walls clench around Adam’s length. He moans into the kiss softly as you both reach an orgasm.

His name falls from your lips as you release around him and he releases his seed into you. You both fall into the bed beside each other.

The kissing doesn’t stop. You messily makeout with Adam as you both catch your breath. Your hands both roam each other’s bodies as your lips move messily against each other.

Adam is the first to pull away from the messy kiss. You look at him and he says, “So, we’re together now?”

“Take me out on a date first and we’ll see,” you tease.

He laughs and kisses you one more time before he pulls you into his arms. You bury your face into his neck and smile against his skin before dozing off a few moments later. Adam soon follows you and dozes off too.

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A Night in the Life of Owen Wilson - Premiere Magazine, December 2002

by Christine Spines

The curiously refreshing star sets off an impromptu tour of his old Dallas stomping grounds with no idea where it will lead.

No more than ten minutes have passed since he appeared on my hotel lobby couch, slouching like a kid who'd just been grounded for a month. Now we're riding through the streets of Dallas on an impossibly hot September night, and suddenly we're skyrocketing. Owen Wilson has just issued the mandate, a towering challenge that will test the skills and resources available to us at 10 p.m. on Labor Day. "You know what? Let's just make this great," he said, flooring his brother Luke's late-model Cadillac out of the hotel parking lot. "We're going to make this the best there ever was. People won't know what happened to them after reading this story. It's going to change lives, change the world as we know it. This thing is going to be great because we're going to make it that way!"

His eyes are twinkling like new toys. It's hard not to believe that he can make great things happen just because he wills them to be so. As pained and put upon as he first was by the prospect of taking time away from a long weekend at his parents' house to be interviewed, the 34-year-old actor is unwilling or unable to let the experience pass without mining it for whatever drama or adventure it may hold. The car's outdoor thermometer reads 98 degrees, and Wilson devises a plan on the fly as we sail past the crowded trattoria he just nixed from the agenda. Too stuffy. "Do you like ice cream?" asks Wilson, wearing khakis, an untucked black T-shirt, and ankle boots that sometimes catch the hem of his pants. "I'll take you to a place I've been going to a lot. I got into going and getting smoothies in Los Angeles. But then I was thinking that maybe smoothies aren't that good for you. Have you ever thought of that, that smoothies are nature's cancer?"

Wilson is not actually health-conscious. He is acutely conscious, though, that neurotic behavior in a seemingly laid-back guy like him is always good for a laugh. In fact, he's built his career on crafting these casually eccentric characters ever since stepping in front of the camera in Bottle Rocket as Dignan, the irrepressible outlaw naïf who seeks to find substance, excitement, and a career in a life of crime. Wilson cowrote the movie with director Wes Anderson, whom he met in a playwriting workshop at the University of Texas, and the two went on to collaborate on the screenplays for Rushmore and The Royal Tenenbaums, creating a menagerie of funny-sad characters whose outsize passions and foibles can never be contained by the worlds they inhabit.

The same might be said of Wilson, who has spent the past eight years volleying between the spirited art films he cowrites and the high-concept studio affairs that have transformed him from a scene-stealing bit player into a bankable headliner. In a series of small roles in summer spectacles and event movies following Bottle Rocket, Wilson managed to upstage Jim Carrey (The Cable Guy) and Robert De Niro (Meet the Parents), and provided badly needed moments of effortless humor in Anaconda, Armageddon, and The Haunting. When Wilson applied his offbeat characterizations, astute satire, and script tinkering to his first big-budget starring roles, in Shanghai Noon, Zoolander, and Behind Enemy Lines, he scored a trifecta of critically praised sleeper hits. This winter he's partnering with Eddie Murphy for I Spy and Jackie Chan for the Shanghai Noon sequel, Shanghai Knights. Then he'll star opposite Morgan Freeman in The Big Bounce, based on the Elmore Leonard novel.

Still, Wilson has yet to fully embrace acting, a career he stumbled into. He's mortified by the idea of displaying any typical "actorly" traits. "Smoking is obnoxious," he says, pulling onto the highway. "It just fits the profile of some young actor driving, like, an old Mustang with a cigarette. It's like, did you ever see Barfly? And this is actually kind of a cliché to talk about Bukowski. But I love the part in that movie where Mickey Rourke talks about the bartender who just stole his girlfriend, saying, 'Why did it have to be Eddie? He symbolizes everything that disgusts me: obviousness, unoriginal macho energy, ladies man.' "

Wilson checks the rearview mirror repeatedly. He had a run-in with the police earlier today riding shotgun while Luke was pulled over for speeding, and he amazingly managed to talk the officer out of the ticket. "I've developed a really good method for talking to cops," he says. "I used to get so many moving violations in Dallas, and then not pay the tickets and get arrested, that I've developed a really good rap, which is kind of like, 'Look how crazy this all is. Here we are . . .' You just go off his expression and try to get him to laugh." It's hard to imagine a Texas cop pocketing his ticket pad just because Owen Wilson made him laugh by inviting him along for the ride. But that seems to be what happened. "I said, 'Uh, sir, I've gotten a lot of tickets and I know I deserve it, and we deserve this one, but can I just say in my brother's defense that I was urging him to go faster. We're going to meet our dad. Luke has to go back to the airport,' " he says excitedly. He seems proud of the con, not for having gotten away with something but rather for having passed the ultimate test of his storytelling abilities.

Wilson's humour is all in the delivery. His off-tempo cadence and extravagant pauses combine with his slightly nasal voice, inflected with just a hint of a Lone Star drawl, to give him the baffling ability to transform the most mundane phrase or word into a hilarious joke the moment it leaves his lips. Case in point: not long after he arrives at the ice cream place, Wilson is hoisting a giant spoonful of chocolate chip gelato into his mouth when a couple of high school girls ask if they can take a picture with him. He needs to do no more than put down the spooon, grin, and say, "Well, allright!" and all the nearby tables erupt in peals of laughter. Why is that funny? Who knows. But the joke hit its mark perfectly, stashed in there somewhere between "all" and "right". It would be easy to assume, based on most of the evidence so far, that Wilson is the real-life imbodiment of all his movies with Anderson. But that story would be far too obvious and pedictable for Wilson. "I think of myself as a doom person", he says. "I'm a worrier. Like about movies and sustaining work. But I like the idea of being an optimist." He's self-aware enough to know that it's hard to reconcile the guy who showed up tonight determined to make it great with the guy who fears the party will be over before he's ready to leave. "Wes really stuck with "Bottle Rocket" when we had terrible test screenings. I was looking into joining the Army. I swear," he says, grabbing his keys, ready to move on and resuscitate the mood. "Maybe I'm the kind of optimist who deep down knows it's not going to work."

Wilson knows that every good story needs a worthy villain. And as a cocreator of tonight's experience, he knows what needs to be done. With that in mind, Wilson has decided to pay a visit to Harvey Goff's hamburger stand. A rundown, fluorescent-lit joint tucked into the fringes of an affluent Dallas neighborhood. Goff's seems to operate in its own world by its own rules. First, there is the sign declaring "America Won." And then there is Harvey Goff himself, a patriot of the highest order, a man known for tossing off withering insults to well-meaning customers.

Tonight Wilson has ostensibly come to settle a score. The last time he was here, Goff called him a dummy and kicked him out of his seat even though the entire restaurant was empty. But truly this is a thrill-seeking mission--so much so that when he learns that Goff is not here yet, he decided to order a burger and wait. Our caper now has become a stakeout, and Wilson is pumped. "You know, I think this is going pretty well," he says, devouring an enormous chili burger. "We're having some fun. I'm kind of energized, waiting for Harvey."

Wilson has developed a reputation for working well with, shall we say, challenging personalities. "I'm probably better with eccentric people than with someone who seems like they've got it all together," he says. He hit it off with two of Hollywood's most notoriously tempestuous directors. "Jan De Bont was really nice to me, and people said he might not be," he says of The Haunting's director. "I got along great with Michael Bay." Wilson has won over such commanding costars as Robert De Niro (Meet the Parents) and Gene Hackman (Behind Enemy Lines) by showing up on the set armed with a battery of devastatingly funny unscripted lines and a keen attention to his characters' quirky idiosyncrasies.

When star Ben Stiller suggested that Wilson play the Renaissance man ex-boyfriend opposite him in Meet the Parents, both director Jay Roach and costar Robert De Niro had trouble envisioning Wilson as the kind of wholesome beefcake the role seemed to demand. "Bob was kind of skeptical of Owen," Roach recalls. " I remember him saying, 'Ben is more athletic-looking than Owen.' And then when he worked with him, he completely got it. It one scene, the take that really killed everybody was when Ben Stiller goes, 'I'm a nurse,' and Owen's scripted line was 'Oh, that's interesting. I wanted to do some volunteer work, too.' But Owen just starts riffing, saying, 'Just the other day I was driving and saw this golden retriever that had a gimp.' He started describing his experience of seeing this dog and De Niro just kept losing it. It may have been the only day when he actually couldn't get a line out."

Wilson even managed to endear himself to his I Spy costar, Murphy, who has a reputation for being standoffish on set. "Neither one of them wanted to meet each other [before shooting], and I thought it could be a disaster," recalls director Betty Thomas of the duo, who play a boxer (Murphy) and an international spy (Wilson) who go undercover to scuttle a European arms dealer's nefarious plans by penetrating a fight he's organizing. "But I thought it would the be ultimate buddy move to have two types of comedy. Eddie goes for the joke. He knows where the joke is, and he goes for it. [Whereas] Owen can say a joke and you go, 'That might not be funny.' But with Owen saying it without treating it like a joke, it is funny."

Though undeniably a broad comedy intended for the widest possible swath of moviegoers, I Spy experiments with a post-modern approach of combining the old grand master of the buddy comedy (Murphy) and the new (Wilson). Every era has a maverick comedian who defined what was funny to a particular generation. After Trading Places and 48 Hrs., Murphy was considered subversive and was constantly quoted in the '80s college dorm rooms in the same way that Wilson's self-styled lines have become today's all-purpose punch lines. Just try not to laugh while saying this classic that Wilson wrote for his bit part in Anaconda: "Is it just me, or does the jungle make you really, really horny?"

It was in the mystical realm of the comic imagination that the I Spy stars connected on their first day of shooting together. "I was nervous around him because he's really quick and funny, and it was hard to figure out how I was going to fit in," Wilson says. "We were sitting in a car about to come into this big party, so there were mounted guards on horses. We don't know each other very well so it's kind of uncomfortable because it's just us, and Eddie says, ' I wonder what horses think.' He wasn't saying it to be funny, but it's the exact type of thing I like to think about. So I was like, ' Yeah, I wonder what they do think.' I could see that as kids we probably would have gotten along."

Wilson's ability to tap into the mind-set of his younger self may be the source of his ability to reinvent standard-issue roles as singular characters whose lines often out-funny the rest of the script. Even in a broad comedy like I Spy, Wilson signed on to a heroic secret agent role that he had no intention of playing. "My first thought was to try to change the script and make it something I could relate to by making my spy not such a tough guy," he says. "That was something I could see myself playing."

Thomas first envisioned him for the role after going to the premiere of Shanghai Noon and witnessing his bloodhound ability to dig up the funny in any line he's given. But there is an ineffable quality to Wilson's appeal: an inexplicable desire to laugh at the moment the camera lands on him. Strangely, Thomas is either unwilling or incapable of expressing what she responded to in his performance that made "this Owen dude" a perfect foil to Murphy. "[It's] because I don't think he's normal," Thomas offers, curtly. Silence. Well, what is normal? "Normal is when people go after the joke, and Owen goes aggressively against the joke."

Wilson, on the other hand, is the rare comedian who has no trouble laying out his own laws of levity. "Our humor comes from insecurities or earnestness," he says, referring to the writing he does with Anderson. "What I mean by earnest is that I'm not interested in jokes, or people, like, telling jokes. I've never gone to a comedy club. I think stuff that's funny is stuff in real life. It's like some earnestly trying to talk rather that looking to make a joke. A lot of stuff I describe as funny is really sad."

We've been here for nearly an hour when a loud screech echoes across the parking lot just beyond our table. Harvey Goff hops out of his shiny white sedan. Wilson's back straightens as he whispers, "Look at him, he's got a gun." Sure enough, the tall, fiftyish man in a perfect crew cut is marching toward us armed with a glare and a fat pistol stuffed in the back of his polyester slacks.

Owen: Harvey! How's it goin'?

Harvey: [scowling] You writin' a book?

Owen: I've brought a friend I'd like to introduce you to. She's a journalist.

Harvey: Friend? That's not a friend. That's just another beast you brought in from the woods.

It's hard to fathom another circumstance in which I could be called a "beast from the woods" and genuinely laugh it off. But Wilson's obvious delight in the purity of this man's ill temper is contagious. Hanging out with Wilson is like entertaining the fable-like world of one of his collaborations with Anderson, where people's foibles are never suspect and always celebrated.

It's nearing midnight and Wilson grows quiet as he drives off from Goff's. "It was going into places like this that we got Kumar in the movie," he says, referring to Kumar Pallana, the diminutive Indian man who has appeared in each of the Wilson-Anderson movies, most recently as Pagoda the butler in The Royal Tenenbaums. "Kumar worked at this place we eat, the Cosmic Cup." He drives for a few minutes in silence. "You want to go?"

Wilson clearly holds a deep nostalgia and affection for the simpler days of making Bottle Rocket and his collaborations with Anderson, which have become less frequent as Wilson dedicates more time to his acting career. "I think Bottle Rocket means the most to me," he says, "because it was the first movie, and it's got so much of me and Luke and Wes in it."

By all accounts, Wilson is a world-class collaborator, partner-in-crime, buddy. As we've seen tonight, he's a guy who can be relied upon to show up and try to make it great. "He's a really fun person to hang around as a guy friend," says Ben Stiller, who cast Wilson in The Cable Guy and then appeared with him in Permanent Midnight, Meet the Parents, Zoolander, The Royal Tenenbaums and a forthcoming Starsky and Hutch. "It's definitely a childlike quality. I don't mean he's not mature. But it's a way of working that is just like having fun with your friends and making up things. And what you do together is always better than what you get separately."

It was in this spirit of mutual inspiration and power in numbers that Wilson and Anderson conceived of Bottle Rocket. "Wes and I were roommates, and we wanted to try to write a movie together because he wanted to direct. I was an English major and had written some short stories, and I saw a ton of movies," he says, parking on a side street near the Cosmic Café, as the establishment is now called, a small converted house painted in a mosaic of wildly colorful Indian deities, where he and Anderson would often write. "Wes had the title Bottle Rocket, and we had the characters, and so then it was trying to spin a story out around them." For a time, Anderson says, "Owen didn't think it was a good idea for him or Luke to be in it. He thought we should have real actors, and that it would somehow make us unprofessional. But obviously, no one was going to be as good as Owen."

The first moment he stepped in front of a camera, any self-consciousness evaporated immediately. "He's the most naturally gifted actor I've ever seen", says Polly Platt, who produced Bottle Rocket with James L. Brooks (Terms of Endearment). "It was mainly because I knew he had no training. Their mother visited the set one day and said to me, ' How can you just let them make a movie?' and I said 'They're going to be movie stars'".

Wilson insists that his life remains relatively untouched by the changed brought with the realization of Platt's prophecy. But when asked how is screenwriting process with Anderson has changed with each project, he's clearly conflicted about what it says about him and who he is as an artists that he's allowed his acting career to push his screenwriting with Anderson into the margins. "[During] Bottle Rocket we were living together. Rushmore and Tenenbaums, it was just trying to find the time…" he trails off. "I don't know how to type or use the computer so Wes would do that stuff. I'd use notebook paper or say it out loud or send it to Wes," he says, brushing his shaggy blond hair out of his eyes. " I should write more. Writing's hard." He looks heartbroken when asked about their next project together, in which, tellingly, Wilson will participate as an actor, but not a writer. "Wes has a story about an oceanographer that he came up with a long time ago. He has an idea or me and Bill Murray to play this father-son thing," says Wilson. "He's writing it. When he gets a draft done, he'll show it to me and maybe I can, uh, be helpful as an actor."

Sitting on the steps of the closed Cosmic Café, Wilson brightens when he spots and Indian man emerging from the back door. "Sir!" he yells, grinning. "Do you ever talk with Kumar?" The man eyes us suspiciously. " I think Kumar is at the multiplex right now," the man says with a hint of scorn. This is the kind bittersweet moment full of irony and pathos and humor Wilson could easily have written into any of his movies, and right now he's savoring it. " I don't think he was disdainful," the actor giggles. "It was more like, ' Oh, you poor guy, just sitting around wondering what Kumar was doing.'"

The mischievous middle child of transplanted New England liberals--his mother, Laura, is a photographer who used to work with Richard Avedon; his father, Robert, ran the Dallas PBS station before launching an advertising business--Wilson was the kid who always took supreme pleasure in getting away with something. But Wilson's scamartistry was never an act of malice or rebellion. It was simply a way he'd devised to keep himself engaged, interested, and inspired as he made his way through the St. Marks School of Texas, a prestigious prep school. The role of troublemaker also happened to be one that that was available. His older brother, Andrew (an actor who appeared in Rushmore and The Royal Tenenbaums), "was the hero of the family--a great athlete, dated the prettiest girls. Luke and I really looked up to him," Wilson says. " I don't think I was the clown. My dad was the funny person of the family. I was kind of thought as being creative...and getting into trouble."

His most defining moment came in the tenth grade, when he was kicked out of St. Marks for stealing his geometry teacher's textbook to expedite his math homework. Following that incident (which might explain the comic-tragic fate he and Anderson later wrote for Rushmore's Max Fischer, who was also expelled from his beloved academic haven), Wilson suffered the greatest indignity of all: a stint in public school. "I like not studying and being lazy and goofing off when I knew that wasn't the thing to do," he says, but he didn't enjoy being " at a school where no one cared, no one does homework, and no one was like, 'Owen's special' anymore." He then opted for a place that made even less sense: military school. " I graduated private first class, lowest-ranking person in my grade," he says of his two year stint at New Mexico Military Institute. "If you look at your life as a story, I kind of like the fact that I went to military school."

It's after 1 A.M. and Wilson is now back at the hotel, splayed out on the lobby couch. He checks his cell phone. He's missed a call from a woman he was hoping to meet up with later. He silently considers his options and decided that he's not yet ready to give up on our interview. "We made a commitment at the beginning of the night and I'll be damned if I'm going to waver," he says. "I'm going to finish strong! I want the record to show that we're here and we're doing our best to figure out what makes this guy tick." Abruptly, he cuts himself off. " I only wish the article could be like this. They never sound how our actual exchange was."

Wilson approaches his every role with a similar alchemy of excitement and dread. " I never dreamed I'd be an actor I always though I would be a writer," he says. After being cast opposite Jackie Chan in Shanghai Noon, the move sent his career sailing into the mainstream, he was in no mood for celebrating. " I was in Dallas trying to work with Wes and I was freaking out, like, 'This is going to be a total disaster.'"

The feeling was mutual for director Tom Dey when he started receiving faxed, hand-written ideas for the film's opening scene from Wilson, weeks before production began. "I got nervous because I didn't know him, and the scene read like a really conceited actor writing his entrance full bravura. [His concept for his character] was like a rock star in a bed full of hookers," Dey says. "And I'm thinking 'Oh, no!' But I wasn't reading it knowing Wilson's sense of humor and the tongue-in-cheek nature of it."

Ultimately, Wilson's I'm-a-lover-not-a-fighter interpretation made it into the movie. But his most enduring brainstorm came during production while dining with Chan one night and watching him play rapid-fire drinking games with the stuntmen. "Owen saw that and said 'We gotta put that in the movie,'" says Dey of what became Shanghai Noon's signature bathtub scene. " I wouldn't have known how to put that in. That's the difference between Owen and someone else."

Wilson finally was able to learn to stop worrying and love his job while making Shanghai Knights, Noon's sequel, which takes the original characters to Europe on a quest to avenge the murder of Shanghai Kid's father. " I already knew [the characters], so I didn't have to fight any battles in myself or with other people," Wilson says. "I could just keep figuring out funny situations and lines."

"Some of the most brilliant stuff in the movie is Owen off the top of his head," says Knights director David Dobkin (Clay Pigeons). "He has the ability to manipulate the written word and make it his own. In one scene, when Jackie says, ' This woman wants to sleep with me,' Owen who has popped movies. He would fit into that world."

Anderson's opinion is one of two in this world that seem to matter most to Wilson. (The other is his mother's.) He seems to regard Anderson and their work together as the true expression of his best self. The struggle now is to find creative ways to find a connection between his two alternate universes. " I don't feel like I'm a hundred times happier than when I first started going to the Cosmic Cup," Wilson says. He rolls his eyes skyward, ponderously demanding answers from the deities. "Can't we petition someone to make it so that outside stuff is the key to happiness? I'm tired of people always saying, 'It's gotta come from you!' Can't it come from, like, a new pair of shoes?"

Wilson's eyes are now marbled red and his body is slightly listing to the left. No one could have predicted at the beginning of the night that his lofty ambitions for this interview experience would test endurance, heart, and spirit the way it has. " I was making a joke in the beginning of the night. My lord, I didn't know we were going to be slouching towards Bethlehem here," he says, sitting up straight, fortifying himself. "Let's push forward. One more topic."

There is a searching sincerity to Wilson that flickers on and off throughout the night between jokes. He wants to know what my impression of him was, based on his movies (innocent, unjaded, romantic). He likes that, "romantic," but "I'd have to say I'm probably a better friend than boyfriend," says the actor, who has been single for the past year. His last long-term relationship was that with singer Sheryl Crow, whom he lived after meeting on the set of the 1999 indie thriller, The Minus Man. "We're still friends," he says, averting his eyes.

Fortunately, he is not the kind of actor who makes apologies for enjoying the social perks of his job. He seemed briefly but genuinely disappointed when he missed that cell phone call earlier tonight from a woman he'd met today "while eating a taco." Picking up women at taco stands! There's got to be a better way! "It wasn't a taco stand," he corrects with a grin. "It was, like, a sit-down place." He's made the young actor's requisite pilgrimage to the Playboy mansion. " I had a great time," he says. "It was like a pajama party, so the girls were wearing lingerie and you just kind of walk through the grotto. It's not so different from anything else."

Wilson understands that what makes him different is the source of his power onscreen. But he remains surprisingly tender about the subject of his most outwardly unconventional attribute, his nose. Wilson is widely admired and desired for proving that an aquiline nose is not a job requirement for being a bankable leading man. His nose, which remains unfixed after being broken once in the ninth grade and again in a college football accident, is distinctly asymmetrical, with a slightly cubist effect of shifting shape depending on the side from with it's shot. It is the think that makes women want him and men want to be like him: comfortable with who he is. And yet all signs of that defiant spirit vanish when he's asked about his most distinguishing feature a week later over breakfast in Los Angeles. "Can't you read about that some place?" he asks quietly, with a wounded look that seems to ask, "How could you?" We came within reach of making it great but now a pact has been broken. The unexpected depths of Wilson's vulnerability have flooded the room. " I never knew my nose was, like,… I guess because no one would say something until recently. Most people are too polite, so I was able to go along cheerfully thinking I was fine. And then I've had to confront this issue."

In truth, the confrontation is primarily an internal one, between the ardent individualist and the sensitive writer who stumbled into the glare of movie stardom. And though this is undoubtedly an uncomfortable moment form which we will never recover any of the shimmering abandon of our Dallas escapade, this slip into the melancholy is perhaps the most authentic way to close a story by or about Owen Wilson--unexpected, unordinary, original. He'd have it no other way.

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