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James Lafferty : One Tree Hill

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[creepling]

⋆.˚☀︎٠ ࣪⭑ A KNOCK AWAY

synopsis: returning packages and a broken washing machine lead you to spend the night with your hot neighbour, digger harkness.

tags: smut - minors dni. fem!reader. age difference (early 20s x late 30s). domestic elements. reader described as "shy" but not really. sexual tension. alcohol use. drinking games. awkward moments. oral (f receiving). couch sex. big dick (it's canon it's out of my control!!!). p in v. creampie. 4.4k words.

Your neighbour had a habit of ordering ludicrous amounts of packages but is never at home to collect them. It was almost every day they arrived and piled at your front door. The last few days you’ve knocked on his door to give them, but met by silence. Your small apartment is running out of room if any more decide to show up. You had been going in the afternoons once you came off work, but he either didn’t answer or wasn’t in. This time, on Saturday morning, you decided to knock on his door. Who cares if it’s the weekend, or it’s too early, you were determined to get those packages out of your house.

You knock gently at first and wait for a minute. No answer. A week. A whole week of this bullshit. Impatience clouds your sympathy, and you knock on the door harder. You hear a thud, a clank of glass, and a curse on the other side of the door. You knock again, calling up a groan of annoyance and an “I’m coming!”

The door opens, and you’re greeted by your neighbour for the first time since you moved here. He is shirtless, showing off a collection of tattoos. His mop of hair hadn’t met a comb yet; still scuffled by sleep. You could tell he was older, and you were taken aback by how attractive he was. Given in a rugged way. You half-expected a balding divorcee with a beer belly.

“You’re George, right? I live next door,” You introduce.

Eyes squint and bloodshot, he looks you up and down before nodding. “You know what time it is, sunshine? Too bloody early to be knocking on people’s doors.” He said, fighting through a hangover to communicate. The twang of an Aussie accent was the second thing to surprise you. Even with the twang of annoyance in his tone, you bite your cheek to fight off a flattered smile.

Your bashfulness forces you to ditch the defiant speech you prepared. “I’m aware of that- but I’ve tried to get a hold of you all week, but you seem to not be in during the afternoon.” You shuffle to your open door, grab one of the packages and gesture it to George, “There’s a ton of packages here for you.”

George’s annoyed face began to soften, and he let out an idle chuckle. “Shiiiiit, I forgot about those!”

He opened his door wider and began collecting the parcels from you. You got a peek inside his apartment. Your suspicions of his home were accurate, resembling what all men living alone succumb themself to; their own squaller.

“Thanks for holding onto them for me. And sorry for being cranky, hangovers, y’know?” George said, his tone now different, one more pleasant. You smile, feeling pleased that you have the chance to converse with a neighbour and know who lives next door.

“Hope you had a good night so it’s worth it,” you chuckle, taking a stack of the packages and shuffling to his door. George takes them from your hands swiftly. This left you standing by his door, looking around the living room, stumped on the small talk. You were never really good at this.

“I mean- it was alright. They just hit you more when you get older,” he dropped the remaining boxes by his door, rubbing his temples as he stretched. His abdomen extended, shifting the waistband of his pants, making you look away and stand in silence. George scratches the back of his neck as he looks at you, feeling the interaction fade to a farewell.

“I better get going, you’ve got a lot to unbox,” you say, slowly backing away.

George gets to the door, nodding and shooting you a smile. “Thanks again for keeping them safe.” You could have sworn he looked you up and down, in a different way this time. Sizing you up, for other means. Maybe it was your imagination.

You meekly wave before retreating to your apartment. With the packages gone, your eyes adjust to the clear space, and the lingering images of your neighbour hot in your thoughts.

The washing machine was stuck again, and no matter how hard you hit it, it was still broken. Today is not going well, and you were on the edge, especially since the only other machine in the block has an ‘out of order’ sign on it. You rub your hands along your face, the skin already flushed from anger. A shuffle of footsteps approaches the entrance, and you reveal yourself to see who is witnessing your self-pity.

“Useless fucking thing, ain’t it?” It was George, the first time you’ve seen him in clothes that weren’t pyjama pants with socks and slides. He looks like he’s back from work, or the gym, it is hard to tell. You did wonder what he did for a living.

“I’m lucky it broke before I put my laundry in,” You look at the bright side with heavy eyes and a half-assed smile.

“Well, I don’t wanna brag, but I do have a machine. Wouldn’t mind ya using it until they fix it,” George shrugs with a ‘no big deal’ attitude. Suddenly your neighbour was a beacon of hope, and the stress left you with a sigh of relief.

“That would be really helpful, thanks,” you pick up your laundry basket, following up the stairs. He hunched the duffle bags over his shoulder. Reaching the top of the stairs, he unlocks his front door and lets you in first, taking a look at his living room and huffing. “Sorry about the mess.”

Beer bottles and cans littering the coffee table, clothes on the floor or hanging from the couch and chairs. You take one breath and smell the stale air, keeping a straight face. “It’s okay,” You smile through it, not wanting to place judgment. Maybe he’s just a busy guy.

George quickly shows you the settings on the machine (which he wasn’t so sure about) before excusing himself to the shower. Before you could ask questions, he was dashing to the bathroom, leaving you to your own devices. You load the machine, press the button and hope for the best.

Alone in his apartment was daunting and you begin to explore. Mostly focused on the messiness, the environment nagging at your senses. Clean space, clean mind, as they say. You pick up the trash and throw it out, starting with the beer cans. Luckily you didn’t find anything too disgusting, with the odd dirty plate you could place in the sink. You open the curtains, coughing from the dust and open the window to release the smell of stale pizza and beer. Your mind is clearer, you go to wash your hands until you spot George standing by the entrance of the living room in awe. He is still in his towel, his right hand clenching the side to keep it in place, his hair wet and slicked back. You turn away immediately, looking anywhere but him, a kick of adrenaline overtaking your insides.

“Wasn’t aware I ordered room service,” he joked, amused by your embarrassment.

“I’m sorry- I should have just left and come back later for the laundry. But- I don’t know- your place looked like it needed a tidy-up. I can’t help myself, it’s a habit. God- I’m so stupid-”

“Don’t get your undies in a twist, it’s fine. I appreciate it,” George reassures, rubbing the back of his neck, “As you can see, I don’t get many visitors.”

When he closes the bedroom door to change, it’s safe for you to look again. That feeling in your stomach didn’t go away, it still brewed in the pit and crawled its way up your core. It makes you think about him again, like those sleepless nights after your first encounter, and your cheeks grow hot. Maybe this is a good time to slip out and avoid him like the plague. But what else would you be doing? Watching TV? Playing video games? All alone in your apartment, like you always are. That’s how your life has been, work, home, bed; absent of social life, of anything remotely adventurous. You keep your feet firmly on the ground, chewing your lip in thought. There was a time when you lived life on the edge, out every weekend, hooked up with people. Letting your old self come out to play wouldn’t be so bad, would it?

“Where do you keep your cleaning supplies? I could do the rest for you if you want,” you call, inching towards the bedroom door so he can hear you. He opens the door quickly, startling you, wearing casual grey sweatpants and a white tee.

“Are you like a freelance maid or something? This how you get clients?” He leaned an arm on the door frame, looking down at you. He becomes the only thing in eyesight and you freeze, giving a shy smile.

“No, I just like cleaning, that's all. You seem like you need it, being a busy guy and all.” You study his eyes, wondering if he sees right through you.

George slowly nods, then snaps his fingers, heading towards the front door and sliding his shoes on. “Tell you what, love. I have to run a few errands, while I’m out I’ll leave you to it.”

You frown, crossing your arms. “You’re just gonna leave me, your neighbour you’ve met like once, in your house alone? You trust me like that?”

He shrugs, taking one of the duffle bags full of… something. “I’ve got many weapons I can pull on you if you try anything. Plus, you’re young and don’t look that strong, so I think I can take you on.” You weren’t sure if he was joking, but there was a cheeky look in his eye that allowed you to chuckle.

“That would do it. You can trust me.”

George gives a little salute, exiting the door. “Stuff’s under the kitchen sink. Good luck!”

You look at his limited supply, an empty bottle of bleach and a mysterious liquid in a spray bottle. You decide to use your supplies, grab them from your apartment, and come back to start the work.

You collapse on the couch gasping for air. People underestimate how much energy it takes to clean, especially when cleaning George’s house. Within an hour you cleaned the living room and kitchen and hung up your laundry to dry in your apartment. The worst part was the vacuuming, as like not owning cleaning supplies, he also didn’t have a vacuum. Go figure.

George eventually returned, greeted by your efforts and your limp body sprawled on his couch. You quickly got up, hoping he didn’t mind. Heck, this guy doesn’t have a vacuum, he can’t be the judge. “So, what do you think?” You anticipate.

“You did a bloody good job, I’ll tell ya that,” a smile on his face, making you smile too. “And since ya the best neighbour on this side of Metropolis, I got ya a lil payment to say thanks.”

George pulls out a crate of beers and takeaway pizza, presenting them to you. Your eyebrows knit in confusion, but you smile at the thought. “Thanks, George.”

“Please, call me Digger, everyone calls me that,” he said, “Thought we could have a couple of beers and I’d feed ya, but I’m no chef, hence the pizza.”

“So, Digger… is this you inviting me over for dinner?” You ask, pursing your lips. He thought about it and then nodded his head. “I guess I am,” he smirks.

Pizza crusts and beer cans decorate the coffee table, the television musing low music. You laugh at a joke Digger told you, hiding your mouth to not spit all over the place. He sits low on the couch, his hands resting between his legs with a beer. With your legs close to your chest, you take a sip of beer when a silence falls between you.

“Thanks for having me, I’m having a lovely time.” You confess, a little tipsy. You get shy admitting that, focusing on the music, unaware of Digger’s eyes not leaving your sight.

“I didn’t have a college kid cleaning my house on my bingo card,” he muses teasingly, smirking at your bashful smile.

“I am not a college kid! I graduated ages ago.”

“And by ages ago you mean in the last five years?”

He chuckles at your look of defeat. “Says the guy who’s five years off getting a pension,” you tease in defence.

“I’m not that old!” He defended back, “Nowhere near it!”

“Well, you’re at least old enough to clean your own house and have a vacuum.”

“You got me there…” he says into his beer.

The silence fell between you once again, but surprisingly it was not awkward. The air was thick, and not with stale air like before. You convince yourself it’s one-sided, keeping yourself together. You had an idea, but it was juvenile. When he doesn't say anything to keep the conversation going, you go on and suggest it.

“How about we play truth or drink?”

“How old are you? Five?” He scoffs.

“We already established my age, remember? C’mon, it’ll be a good icebreaker. Don’t you wanna get to know your friendly neighbour?” You nudge his arm playfully, realising you’ve been going that a lot since you had a drink. Mostly when he told a joke. You try not to cringe, realising your inferiority. He probably thinks you’re immature, and you suddenly see yourself as a fool. But when he turns his body towards you, giving you his full attention while cracking open another beer, you feel a little better about yourself.

“Who’s asking first?” He asks.

You volunteered since you suggested playing. You turn towards him, fighting through a fit of giggles, liking the way his eyes smile at you. He has nice eyes, light in colour, a mix of blue and grey with crow's feet winging the sides.

“Okay, let’s start easy. How long have you lived on the block?” You ask.

“‘Bout five months, I’d say,” he says.

“Do you move around a lot?”

“Oi, thought you ask one question at a time?”

“Yeah, sorry. Just curious,” you dart your eyes to his smirking lips before looking away.

“To answer your other question, I do move around a bit. It’s a job thing.”

You look back at him, catching his stare, the one that never seems to fade from you. You like the way he stares at you, so attentive like he refuses to have you out of his sight. It’s the type of stare that makes someone feel special.

“My turn,” he chirps, “are you always this shy around people?”

“What? I’m not shy,” you scoff.

“Really? You’re not shy?”

“What happened to starting easy?”

“No, you said that. I didn’t. I never start easy,” he says haughtily.

You roll your eyes, taking the beer can to your lips and taking a sip. Digger scoffs in shock, “No way are you drinking to that.”

“It’s a ridiculous question, plus I technically did answer the question. I’m not shy.”

Digger shakes his head in disappointment, breaking eye contact to chuckle into his hand. You narrow your eyes, readying the next question.

“Do you have a wife and kids?” You ask.

Digger didn’t act like you struck a nerve, but he wasn’t laughing anymore. He shook his head, and you take that as an answer, not wanting to press further. Yet, he begins to speak, in a tone softer than the one you’ve been getting used to;

“I know at my age I probably should, but it’s never worked out, y’know? The whole love thing I’ve never gotten the hang of.”

You resonate with him, meekly returning a smile. “Me either.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Digger said.

“Really?”

“Yeah, you’re good-looking. Woulda bet somebody snagged ya by now.”

You can’t help but chuckle, hearing how wrong his words are. “I guess I’ve gotten close before, but it was never meant to be.”

Digger nods in agreement like he is in the same boat. You had a strong urge to move closer to him, but resort to fidgeting with a thread on the coach. “Who’s turn is it?”

“Mine,” Digger returns his gaze to you. It was more intense, and you feel him all over you. As you grow the courage to meet his eyes, you see them trailing from your lips to meet you, his icy eyes darkening and lips parting as he readies his words.

“How would you feel about kissing me?”

Your stillness speaks volumes to him, and from the look of shock in your eyes, Digger’s smile fades and turns sour. He hides his face in his hands, cursing under his breath.

“Fuck- Just drink to that, it was bloody stupid,” his self-depreciation eats at you and you try and find the words to explain yourself. He was right, you were shy, and it got in the way of your feelings. So much for being the big flirt like you planned.

“No, it’s fine, honestly-”

He cuts you off, “I just thought- why else would wanna hang out with an old fuck like me? Keep my packages, clean my house,” he groans out a sigh, “and the way you look at me, fuck, it’s been driving me insane all day.”

“Digger-” you catch his attention, softening your face, and placing your beer on the coffee table. You shift your body closer to his, your movement swift but gentle. “I’d like it if you kissed me.”

He blinks, adjusting his eyes to the proximity, noticing the small details of your features, the softness of your lips. He swallows back his nerves, “Nah- you’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

There is only one way to prove him wrong, and you did it by making the first move. You press your lips against him, and you're struck with his immediate touch as he engulfs you in his arms. Your hands snake up his chest to the back of his neck, deepening the kiss as he beckons you to press your body against him with his firm hold. He grins into the kiss at the sound of your whimpers, holding the small of your waist and guiding you to his lap. You go with the motion, swinging your leg around and straddling him, enamoured by the hold he has on you. The makeout was sloppy, tipsy on beer and getting more drunk on each other’s lips. Digger’s kisses were firm and deep, his chapped lips coated in your sweet spot as he glided his tongue along yours. His hands lay haven on your asses, rubbing his callous palm around the fabric of your pants, enchanting your hips to move ever so slightly.

“Ain’t so shy now, are ya?” He grunts into your ear, migrating his lips down your neck, sucking and nibbling on your faint skin. You see stars, closing your eyes in bliss, your fingers tugging at his shirt and fighting off the urge to rip it off. He takes the time to remove his t-shirt with your eager assistance, latching onto you once you discard it.

“Please, I need you,” you plead. You gaze down at him, your stare both close and far. His bucking hips invite your crotch to feel his length, the tip of his bulge grinding against your thigh.

He whispers to you, “Tell me what you want.”

 “Use me, I know you want to,” you taunt, enjoying the light that ignites in his eyes, his grip tighter on your skin.

“You’ll regret saying that, but I bet you can handle it,” he jesters, pulling your hair to expose your neck, his lips latching back onto your sweet skin. His other hand pushes your top over your breasts, exposing your hardening nipples. Licking towards your nipples, sucking on them gently and cupping your tits in his hands, grazing his teeth when you grind down on his erection.

Digger, hungry for more of you, lays you down on the couch. His eyes demand your attention, taking time to pull down your pants and underwear, drenched in your arousal. He lowers his head to your cunt, prying your legs open as you try to hide how wet you were.

“Don’t hide from me, love, show me how pretty you are,” he muses, admiring your glistening walls, lapping them tenderly with the tip of his fingers. Relishing in your squirms, he gazes at you under his lashes. “Fuck, you’re drenched.”

Your hands grip his hair when his tongue makes contact with your sensitive walls, his prominent nose snug on your clit as he eats you out. His movements are deep and steady, keeping himself in place between your quivering thighs, refusing to come up for breath as a rising feeling of release fills your insides. Shifting his tongue from your walls to your clit, his nose taking place not to neglect your pleasure, his eyes checking your reactions as his pride swelled from your raptured state. He takes a breath to tease you in between, his hoarse voice wavering against your heat, “Look at you, getting so worked up for me.”

“’m so close,” that was music to Digger’s ears, egging him on to keep up the pace.

Your whimpers rise into moans, and your thighs shiver under his grip and come undone. Digger doesn’t stop, pressing a firm hand on your stomach, keeping you in place so he rides out your high. You’re flushed in humility, but fuck it feels amazing. You break a sweat, shivering at the cooling of your hot skin, sighing in relief when Digger finally relaxes his hold on you. His face meets yours, your arousal coating the stubble on his chin and spreading to his chops. He is ferocious and light-headed – as if drunk on the taste of you.

“Hope you’ve still got some spunk in ya,” he pants, “I’m as stiff as a board here.”

Digger invites your hand to feel his erection. You didn’t think he could be harder than he was before, but he comes full of surprises. He slings the waistband of his trousers down and his cock springs free, twitching at the touch of your flinching fingers.

“Jesus fucking Christ-” Blessed by the man himself, his size was insane. You straighten in intimidation.

“I’ll go slow, okay? Just- fuck- I’m bursting at the seams here,” he begs, cupping your cheek with a reassuring hand.

You nod with a morbid curiosity, unable to deny the instinct to have him inside you, to feel every inch of him. Digger litters you in kisses, sloppy and idle as he dampens your cheeks and lips. Opening your legs wide, sucking in a breath, you watch as he lines his cock to your entrance. There was no fuss in sliding inside you, your dripping cunt lubing his tip and coating his shaft, the feeling of him inside you more filling than painful. It sets a spark in your mind, your eyes distant, the twitch of his cock against your walls melting your senses.

An unexpected moan escapes Digger’s lips, but he is attentive enough to coo for your attention, holding your face and bringing you back to earth.

“You still with me, hun?” He chuckles at your dazed look, trying to keep himself together as you tighten around him. You blink back to reality and wrap your legs around him, mewling at the slow thrusts coming into you. You eventually nod a reply, straining your neck to witness his cock buried inside you to train your hole for his massive size. He takes advantage of your position, locking a hand behind your head and picking up the pace. He is smitten by your squeaks. His rough hand clenches your hip, setting out to fuck you good. As you will soon learn, Digger has a habit of getting carried away. You learn a lot of dirty things about him that both shock you and fill you with sweetly sick lust.

Digger has you bent over the arm of the couch, his cock pummelling in and out of your abused cunt, muffling your feral moans with a hand clasped over your mouth. He arches your back and presses his lips against your ear, reminding you that he can see right through you.

“Is this what you wanted? To fuck you; get you drunk on my fat dick. Bet you didn’t think I had it in me.”

“You’re so good, so ‘fucking good,” you moan, your eyes glued to him with lust, a sly smile across your face. Digger sticks two fingers into your mouth, teasing your tongue to swirl around them, smirking at your eagerness.

“Shit, that’s enough to make me finish,” he says in a low voice, “And you wouldn’t want me cumming inside you, would ya?”

The way you clench around his dick and the sidious look in the dim light suggest the opposite. “No, come inside me,” you seal the deal.

“You’re so bloody dirty.” Digger’s eyes turn dark, his hand wrapping around your neck, rutting into you faster and harder than before. You see stars, giving into the numbing pleasure you succumb to. A dumbfound smile stretches across your lips once you feel the warmth of Digger’s seed filling your cunt, hitting against your womb. His weight falls on you momentarily, leaving kisses along your back while his energy is slowly sucked out of him. His cock slips out and before his heavy eyes close over, he gazes at the cum dripping from your slit, groping your ass for a better view.

Digger gathers his senses, only noticing you struggling to get up from your stiff knees. He brings you onto his lap, soothing your legs and resting your head on his shoulder.

“Well, that was something…” He chuckles, “Ya think we got a little carried away?”

“I think I’ll never be able to walk again,” you joke, yet anticipated the next few days entailing leg pain.

He felt guilty, knowing to make up for it he would need more than pizza and beer. He continues to sooth your legs, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“How’s about I run you a bath?” He suggests.

There he is again, that beacon of hope. He is going to find it hard to get rid of you now. “That’d be amazing.”

#digger harkness x reader #captain boomerang x reader #the suicide squad #kill the justice league #ssktjl #smut #dc fanfic #ehhh might be a lil ooc it's my first time writing him sorryyy

[otto-apocalypse]

Amount of times we've seen Otto pretty much shirtless in random order, a thread🧵:

1) GGZ Valentine web event (CN only) (I'm still looking for the original sprite, I have already the fully clothed one)

2) AE Visual Novel where it's normal to meet for the first time your pen friend in a hot bath, covered only by a thin white towel.

3) A Bilibili video for GGZ, which was animated on it, and got also turned into an OFFICIAL wallpaper.

4) Official merch...

5) Othe Bilibili CN only video for GGZ where everyone's a cat, and he's naked for some reason (I approve) (I swear someone at mHY is thirsty for him, and not only 7S' artist)

6) His 6th Eidolon on HSR and holy moley

7) GGZ YET AGAIN, for a story chapter. Of course it's a wallpaper.

8) Retconned manga from when they hadn't figured out what his personality was so he's more like his GGZ self than his self in HI3

9) His "super avatar" (that he messed up because he's actually a dork in disguise) from 2nd Eruption manga

10) 2nd Euption, encounter with WoH

Bonus point: Not exactly shirtless, but he loosens his shirt A LOT

Bonus pt2 I can't resist

#otto apocalypse #luocha #honkai impact #honkai impact 3rd #hi3 #honkai star rail #hsr #GGZ

[monsieur-kazzle-dazzle]

First kiss or ember Island for the prompts

“Momo, don’t eat that!” Katara scolded the lemur as he attempted to eat what appeared to be some sort of crab. The crab snapped at Momo as he stuck out an experimental paw, making all his fur stick up like he’d been electrocuted. Momo hissed at the crab, before flying up to land on Katara’s shoulder. “I did warn you,” she said, laughing gently as he squawked and soared off in the direction of the house, probably to go complain to Appa.

Katara took in a deep breath, taking in the salty air, and feeling the push and pull of the waves around her. A flash of light drew her attention to the training grounds, where Zuko, very shirtless, was ducking, twirling and weaving in the familiar motions of the Dancing Dragon. Not wanting to disturb him, she perched herself on the far wall, admiring his form. He had always been a powerful bender, she recalled, but after he had figured out how to communicate with the dragons, he had reached a whole new level. It had made him both an incredible warrior, and an amazing teacher. She had been zoning out, staring shamelessly as he commanded the fire that she didn’t notice him watching her. She met his eyes, blushing slightly. He raised a teasing eyebrow.

“Enjoying the view?” he called, wiggling his eyebrow suggestively. She smirked, shrugging her shoulders noncommittally, flushing slightly at the way his gaze roamed over her. His dark eyes met hers, and she could see the excitement. “C’mon, I wanna show you something.” He said, flashing her the crooked, toothy grin that she had become so fond of over the past few weeks. The one he saved just for her. She couldn’t help but return it as he slipped on his vest. He reached up to grab her hands, tugging her down from the wall. 

“Where are we going?” Katara asked as she slipped her hand into his. 

“You’ll see.” Zuko smiled, squeezing her hand. “It’s one of my favourite places on the island.” They hiked in silence for a couple minutes, before arriving at a small, seemingly untouched stretch of beach. 

“OH!” Katara gasped, looking out, taking in what had to be one of the most beautiful sunsets she’d ever seen. The sky was a perfect ombre of vivid pinks, oranges and yellows, reflecting into the waves, where the sun was just moments away from slipping below the horizon. “Zuko, it’s beautiful.” she smiled up at him. He grinned awkwardly. 

“Just like you.” he said, flushing a little bit. She chuckled, reaching up to place a hand on his cheek. 

“You’re so cute when you get all red.” She laughed, dropping her hand from his cheek to lean against his shoulder. 

“Wanna sit?” he asked, gesturing to a large driftwood trunk. She nodded, taking a seat. He wrapped his arm around her as she nestled her head into the crook of his neck. Zuko shifted slightly, rubbing her arm with his thumb. “My mother used to take me here when I was a kid. Before… you know. It was our special place. We would escape my father, Azula, and all the duties and expectations that came with being a part of the royal family for a couple of hours and just be ourselves. She taught me to swim here, and how to skip rocks. We’d make sand castles and she’d always find pretty shells or sea glass to decorate them with.” He said, gazing out across the sand wistfully.

“Thank you for sharing your special place with me.” Katara whispered, turning to face him. “I know she means a lot to you, and I can tell this place does too.” He took a deep breath, steeling himself before turning to meet her eyes fully. 

“You mean a lot to me too, Katara.” he breathed, smiling gently as he reached up to brush a stray curl out of her face. She leaned into his touch, bringing her hand up to rest on his jaw, fingers brushing over his scar. They were closer now than they’d ever been before. She tilted her chin up, leaving him time to pull away. He didn’t, and instead closed the distance between them, finally connecting their lips. After just a moment, they drew apart, gazing at each other with adoration in their eyes. They’d been dancing around this moment for ages now. Katara could feel Zuko’s hand on her lower back, pulling her closer. She smiled as their lips reconnected, this time with more urgency. She let out a low sigh as his teeth grazed her lip, and she wiggled closer and closer to him until she was practically on his lap.After a few minutes, they broke apart, resting their foreheads together. Katara laughed.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time,” Zuko smiled, stealing another kiss. “Longer than I’d care to admit. Katara laughed, reaching up to smooth his hair. 

“Me too. It really made it hard to despise you when you kept giving me those puppy dog eyes.” he chuckled. 

“What, these ones?” he asked, working hard to hide his smile. Katara grinned, kissing his pouting lips and leaning her head against his shoulder. They lapsed into comfortable silence, watching as the waves lapped at the shore, faintly reflecting the pale afterglow.

“I hope I can meet your mother someday.” Katara whispered. “And properly meet your uncle. They seem like wonderful people.”

“I know they’d love you.” He said, squeezing her shoulders and pressing a kiss on the top of her head. “Someday. Once this is all over, and I’ve apologized to my uncle, I’m going to find her. She can finally live the life she deserves. We all can.” Katara squeezed the hand resting on her arm.

“I’m really glad you found your way to us Zuko.” she said, meeting his gaze so earnestly he flushed. 

“Me too,” he whispered back, resting his head on top of hers. “Me too.”

#zutara #this turned out a lot more serious than i meant but oh well #hope you enjoy! i feel like something is slightly off with it but i'm reasonably happy #my first time writing zutara in a long time lmao #if you have a zutara prompt you'd like send me an ask :) i need the practice #zuko #katara #atla zuko #prince zuko #atla katara #zuko x katara #fanfics #fanfic #zutara fanfiction #fanfiction #atla #avatar the last airbender #avatar #momo #momo atla #appa #appa atla #fire lady ursa #ursa #zuko's mom #fluff #anon #writing prompt #uncle iroh #iroh

[idkfitememate]

This is for you @hyperfixat , said I would a while ago and finally decided to-

Here’s that fic of (one of) my Obey Me OC, the way it looks is wildly different from from my now fics-

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Fated Meetings

Seraphiel (OC) x Barbatos

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Zankoku Na Tenshi No Thesis-Salomé Anjarí"

01:23 ━━━━●───── 04:01

ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ

---˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹---

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The Demon of Time. A being to be feared. Able to see both past in future at once, to jump across timelines and alter events to suit his current masters needs. Well know across all three realms, he was truly a monster amongst men. What most didn’t know, however, was that this demon of time had a counterpart. His exact opposite.

The Angel of Space. Able to jump dimensions and warp reality to his Fathers choosing. A Seraphim.

Much like The King of Demons and The Father, they were seen as opposing forces, but in truth, their creation was one of the first ever attempts at a peaceful negotiation between the realms of Angels and Demons. By separating the two powers — Father parting from his infinite time and the Kind relinquishing his infinite space — both had equaled the playing fields a bit, creating an illusion of true equality.

Both right hands to their respective lords, the two never saw each other after their creation and following gifting. Though, unbeknownst to their creators, they kept in touch via letters.

Millennia of simple letters past and they were finally allowed a meet by their lords commands. This was when tensions between the Celestial Realm and the Devildom were at their “Lowest”. They met in the human realm, the middle point, and would have a couple hundred years to talk. To the angel, this seemed far to little, but to the Demon, it seemed far to long. A testament to their differences.

˖⁺.꒦꒷꒦꒷⛧꒷꒦꒷꒦˖⁺. ˖⁺.꒦꒷꒦꒷⛧꒷꒦꒷꒦˖⁺. ˖⁺.꒦꒷꒦꒷⛧꒷꒦꒷꒦˖⁺.

A forest was chosen for their stay, glowing dimly with fireflies and luminescent flowers. The moon had risen into the sky on that cool summers night. The tress flowed gracefully in the small breeze that had fallen onto this beautiful forest. In the center there was a wide circular clearing with a gorgeously huge oak tree, its branches weighed down with age. Moose and deer dappled the landscape, munching lazily on grasses and beautiful purple and green flowers.

The demon, who went by the name “Barbatos”, finally arrived to the clearing, having warped straight from the castle of his lord. Brushing off his suit, he reached for the pocket watch in his breast pocket, checking the time to ensure he wasn’t late. Not that something like that had ever happened before, but it was a habit he had developed from watching his King over the years. Wandering around the clearing for a few minutes, running his fingers through the tall grass, he finally stopped and cleared his throat.

“I know you’re here,” he mused, “So please do make yourself known. We could easily get introductions out of the way seeing as we know each oth-“ He was cut off by giggling coming from the large oak. Looking up he was met with lavender eyes staring into his teal ones as well as wide smile, shrouded by shadows. The giggling only grew stronger.

Sighing, turned to face the being covered in shadow and opened his arms, just in time to catch the much larger angel that had just jumped from the branches of the tree, right into his arms.

Unlike Barbatos, who was in his demon form with skeletal wing like horns folded behind his head and duel-headed tail flicking through the grass while the tails of his black and teal suit fluttered in the breeze, the angel was in his simpler human disguise; no wings and eyes of burning fire in sight. Shirtless, he had on large oversized pants, akin to traditional hakama, bellbottoms, or a mix of the two. A sash wrapped around his waist in an almost loincloth fashion. With long mid bicep length artist like gloves covering his arms, the entire ensemble was brought together by the long veil that wrapped around his head and trailed long after his body, white fading to black on the outside and a ‘galaxy’ on the inside with accents of gold, greens, and blues.

“Hiii Barbatosss~” The angel lovingly spoke. His soft yet melodic voice reminded the demon just what kind of angel in his arms was. A Seraphim. An angel of immense power and strength that could rival his own. And here he was, wrapped in Barbatos’s arms like a child. The tealette huffed before smiling, setting the angel down in the grass and forcing him on his knees, leaning up on his tip-toes — and forcing the angel to lean down with gloves hands on his cheeks — to kiss the taller male on his forehead, right where his skin met the silk of the veil. “Hello Seraphiel.”

The angel, now known as Seraphiel, leaned down — nearly folding himself in half despite being on his knees due to the dramatic height difference between the two — and began smothering the much smaller demon in kisses, holding his demon’s delicate face between his much larger hands. The angel caressed the demon’s cheeks between his gloved fingers. Barbatos’s also gloved hand met the others, melting into his touch.

“Oh how I’ve longed to see you my dearest Aeon!~ I was wishing the day we would finally be able to see each other would be closer, and closer it came! How wondrous, isn’t it darling?” Seraphiel’s speech was muffled by the many kisses he pressed all over Barbatos, light purple lipstick smearing the smallers face. Finally letting his guard down, Barbatos smiled at his lover of many years, letting out a small chuckle of his own.

“Yes my dearest Astrophel, it is wondrous indeed.”

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#hope you enjoy- #Is this cringe? #I feel like it is- #anyway bye

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

reading/watching/listening jan/feb 2k23

books

little weirds, jenny slate - if i'm being totally honest i think if you're not already in love with jenny slate this book might come across as cloying or twee. but luckily i am so i found it delightful

watchmen, alan moore - so good it's stupid. it's funny because i decided to reread this after having reread sandman in the fall and falling in love with it all over again, and while sandman is for grown-ups and that's part of why it's good (unlike the netflix show which is for babies which is why it's not), reading that one i was like, god, i was so profoundly lucky to discover this exactly at the age of fourteen, the perfect age to encounter it. with watchmen, i admired and am glad i read it in high school (if nothing else it informed and gave context for my understandings of... a lot of cultural discussions over the years lol), but i enjoyed it much, much more as an adult - the emotional landscape of it is just entirely textures unknown to the very young. like most things that have gotten insanely famous, the boiled-down cultural osmosis blurb on it is not quite inaccurate but it leaves out much of the appeal: its inventiveness, the intricacy of its construction, the way it feels expansive while being incredibly taut. and its compassion - its worldview is dark but very humane; rorsharch is pathetic and monstrous but there's a sadness in his story, too. i don't ever want to know what alan moore thinks about sally but revisiting her as an adult i found her believable, even familiar, her scenes with laurie a surprisingly real snapshot of a generational divide between women with different relationships to patriarchy.

language at the speed of sight, mark seidenberg - a (readable and accessible, though i glossed over a bit in the parts about their neural network experiments) book about reading, recommended to anyone interested in the literacy pedagogy stuff i babble about here sometimes. there was a chapter on the history of writing that perversely made me love the english language even more, but obviously my favorite part was the bit near the end where he talks about how ed schools suck because they are antiscientific institutions whose goal is not the transmission of knowledge but the socialization of young teachers into a particular ideology and identity role, which is 10000% true.

movies

the river (1938) - love a WPA doc

top gun - cult spokesperson and human trafficking apologist tom cruise is in fact one of the great jaw-clench actors of our time. no one before or since has put on a pair of sunglasses so well. at one point during this filmé - i think it might have been during the silhouetted kissing scene, which has such bizarre lip choreography it's an ingenious way to get around tom cruise's inability to convincingly portray sexual attraction for a human woman - i turned to @onihcinimkcin and said, "who is this movie FOR?" because i had always assumed it was very much a boy movie but it turned out to be filled with girl stuff like a sex scene with billowing curtains out of an eighties music video and tender homoeroticism. then i remembered about boys and planes and was like, well ok. (he said it was a shounen anime, which also tracks.) great to see a movie from when movies knew how to light scenes that took place at night. a fun fact about the plot of this film is that at the beginning of the story the captain or whatever states that the top gun program lasts five weeks, which means that maverick develops a rivalry with iceman, seduces his professor, falls in love, gets investigated and cleared for his best friend's death, goes through all five stages of grief, rediscovers himself as a pilot and a man, and befriends his former nemesis, all in the span of five weeks. this movie contains two separate scenes with the joyful terrible singing of BFFs. baby meg ryan's HAIR? my favorite part was when the shirtless volleyball scene happened where all the boys were playing with all the other boys and the soundtrack was playing "playing with the boys" because they were playing with the boys.

top gun: maverick - the title of this movie is so funny because it sounds like a standard sequel concept where it's like "top gun but now top gun guy is Going Rogue" but then i watched top gun and that's just literally his name. top gun: tom cruises. not as bonkers as its predecessor but tom cruise, an evil human being, has gotten better at the acting part of being a movie star in the past quarter-century, and that sound design/editing in the canyon sequence, when it's the big climax but there's no music, just howling wind? good shit! get those technical oscars babe! it is also funny that the mission is to destroy an enemy base and we literally never learn who the enemy is. they have to go to "the border" the border of WHERE? the movie will not tell you. the border of narnia for all it cares. THE border. "we want a war movie without the actual war, even more than the first time." sure. it has been a long time since i laughed at a movie as hard as i laughed when tom cruise and babygoose were fighting in the snow-covered forest and tom cruise said "no I was supposed to save YOU! what were you THINKING!" and babygoose said "YOU TOLD ME NOT TO THINK!" and tom cruise just stared at him dumbfounded and furious because he's right. his improvements in his craft, i should mention, do not extend to romantic scenes; he and jennifer connelly (i never notice this shit but DAMN, i swear she looks younger than she did in a beautiful mind and not in a good way) literally lie in bed ostensibly post-coitally together and it's like, aw, how cute. they're friends in a culture where they have platonic naked sleepovers.

werewolf by night - i've been watching a lot of marvel content over the past several months because it's good dumb background noise for mindless-ish work stuff. i don't know that this was the worst thing i watched? but it was definitely the most pointless. i can't believe they dragged gael garcia bernal into this.

guardians holiday special - WHATEVER, I THOUGHT THIS WAS CUTE. "mantis and drax want to fix christmas for peter so to get him the best present ever they kidnap kevin bacon" is a perfectly delightful concept. this is the kind of dumb shit i wish marvel would use their extended universe and cosmic playground to do more often, instead of boring terribly shot action scenes but now it's got that other guy in it too (the better parts of she hulk also landed here, although that show suffered from the problem of just not being good or well written or interesting at all).

guardians of the galaxy 1 & 2 - rewatched them and was confirmed in my belief that they are really underrated in the typical marvel rankings and that in particular they have more functional screenplays than almost anything else in the universe. 2 in particular was fun to revisit after hatereading the dreamer trilogy because it's a story about how peter turns out to actually by birth be more special than almost anyone and yet he should still kill his shitty dad so he can go off and have adventures with friends; there's also a whole other plotline about how his shitty dad-figure redeems himself but does so by committing a genuinely sacrificial act of love after delivering a sincere apology that acknowledges his wrongdoing. these are not high bars to clear but they work dramatically, they're better at this stuff than e.g. anything that happened in shang-chi, and, again, they made me appreciate that maggie stiefvater is so deranged james gunn seems well adjusted and wise by comparison. grim! "if you kill me you'll be just like anybody else" / "and what's so wrong with that?" is one of the best exchanges in a marvel movie ever and the only compelling moment to come out of a villain battle outside of, like, the killmonger stuff and a special little bonus present to me (a person who hateread the dreamer trilogy).

mikey & nicky - holy shit, what a fucking movie. i mean like a real fucking film. this essay says it all better than i could (and is wonderfully written to boot).

shakespeare in love - no one ever talks about this movie anymore except to complain about how harvey weinstein bought its best picture oscar, stolen away from saving private ryan. i can't weigh in on that because you couldn't fucking pay me to sit through saving private ryan, but i am here to say in the year of our lord 2023 that shakespeare in love absolutely fucks. i don't think i ever knew it was co-written by tom stoppard, but before looking that up i was already thinking how much more deliberately shakespearean the screenplay was than i could appreciate in eighth grade: attuned to the rhythm and musicality of its dialogue, and then also the crossdressing, the clowns, the indifference to historical realism, the bawdiness, the banter. the scene where will extemporizes on his lady love's imagined virtues to an increasingly displeased viola in disguise reminded me of the thing in the romeo and juliet essay i'd read about how romeo enters the play almost a parody of the petrarchian lover, enamored of an impossibly pure woman who can never be his, and finds real love in juliet, who unlike the addressee of a sonnet can talk back. there's a whole riff where shakespeare is on the couch at the apothecary's talking about how he's got writer's block and making a series of phallic double entendres involving his pen. gwyneth is fine. this movie's cast is INSANE btw, we all know judi dench won an oscar for eight minutes of screentime but like, geoffrey rush is in it? colin firth? imelda staunton? BEN AFFLECK? it's a movie that's incredibly fond of its subject without being in love with itself, riffing affectionately on the neuroses and vanities of writers and actors alike (the actor playing the nurse, asked what the play's about: "well, there's this nurse..."), luxuriating in sumptuous period costuming, bringing to life an impossibly sexy affair, letting itself believe in this brief perfect love. also it rightly understands that act 3 scene 5 is THEE scene of all scenes in romeo and juliet despite being less famous than both the balcony scene and their sonnetized meet cute. in conversations about the current blockbuster takeover you hear people complain sometimes about various kinds of movies that no longer get made and it struck me this was a perfect example: a genuinely smart, sexy movie for adults sparing no expense to look gorgeous at all times, but one that's also gleefully silly and horny and fun. it's a beautiful-looking period piece that won an oscar, but it's not what people think of as oscar bait; it's concerned above all with wanting the audience to have a good time. i feel the bard would approve.

tv

criminal minds: evolution - prentiss calls herself "mommy," tara is bisexual now, rossi says "fuckhead." they understood the assignment 100/10

ms. marvel - not amazing in the grand televisual landscape, but the best of the disney plus offerings, and the least ugly, most competently shot thing marvel has ever put out by far. the colors are cute and nice to look at and frequently we get camera decisions with clear purpose! the bar is low but the floor beneath it is littered with every other stupid thing they've done. the lead was adorable, too, looking forward-ish to see her with brie larson this fall and hoping she gets to stretch her wings on something worthy.

theater

a strange loop - so, funny story: i kept seeing ads for a muscal called a strange loop and thinking "oh, like the closing track of liz phair's seminal album exile in guyville, the song which inspired nineteen year old me to get a tattoo - wait, no, no one would name a broadway musical after a liz phair deep cut, they must be talking about the same concept she named the song for from some book i've never read." like, every time i saw this ad i had the exact same conversation in my head. then like a month before it closed @unbornwhiskeyy texted me to tell me that liz phair was playing in the lobby of a musical they were about to see and i was like SAY WHAT NOW? so obviously i had to go. anyway: delightful, rude, funny, sharp, genuinely provocative which is hard to make it to broadway with, fantastic ensemble work, a certain inherent thrill in seeing a broadway musical that won a tony and a pulitzer about being black and queer and broke, like, how did you get away with that? i don't know that it totally lived up to its own ambitions but i liked how hungry it was, how much you could feel it trying - it reminds me a little of reading white teeth in that way, a debut that arrives not quite fully formed but impressive nonetheless, and that you can feel kicking at the door to be let in or die trying. i thought the whole time i was watching it that i admired it and was enjoying it but wasn't exactly emotionally connecting the way it wanted me to, but as soon as the house lights went up i started to cry.

music

the one who wanted more, cheese on bread - i was like obsesssssssed with their second album, the search for colonel mustard, back my late teens/early twenties, and was thrilled to discover via spotify that they'd reunited a few years ago for a third outing, one which is as funny and melodic and clever and cool as their last. "party dance" references lil kim and kimya dawson in the same verse; if that appeals to you, i would recommend.

i also spent like nine million hours in january listening to the world/inferno friendship society's red-eyed soul which is still after 16 years a perfect album to me.

podcasts of note (i'm not gonna list like every random self-help interview i listen to or every one-off episode about a fitfluencer lying about creating custom plans turned christian vlogger married to a guy who lost his police job for being too racist and violent but it's the scamfluencers episode on brittany dawn)

behind the bastards - still trying to fill the YWA shaped hole in my podcasting heart. this comes close vibes-wise - conversational explainers of dark topics - but i haven't decided yet if i like it enough to listen to any of the episodes about people i'm not already interested in. the host is funny and clearly a smart dude but he has a new guest every episode to listen to him do the explaining and they are so far mostly dull and unfunny and not particularly insightful or smart (another critical YWA thing that makes it so special despite its many many flaws - michael and sarah are both fun to listen to when they react to things, and my exploration of the podcast universe has taught me this is NOT a common gift).

#medialog #medialog 2k23

[russilton]

I don’t really know what people is on when they first shit talk Mercedes, Lewis, George and the team and then proceed to say “X driver to Mercedes in 2024 when Lewis leaves”! Dudes, Mercedes is incredibly selective on their drivers, You have not only to bust your ass to get a chance, but also have certain talents and qualities required. There’s a reason why they’ve had 5:6 drivers in there since their creation as a team. Now my rant is done, I’ll go lay down and drown in britcedes feels, goodbye

Yeah I have a lot of thoughts on this honestly. Some nice and some not so nice lmao but all agreeing with you.

Long ramble under the cut bc I guess I wanted to get some stuff out of my brain and I can just refer back to this later if asked again lol.

And let me say first of all that look, I get it, I would bend over backwards and lie to myself and god when it comes to my favourite drivers. Part of me deeply and truly believes George and Lewis could walk into any other car in the grid if they asked, I really do. I don’t think they’d want to, but if they did, they could. Because we are ALL delusional about our faves. Sometimes it’s what makes this site so fun, we’re all a little stupid for these dudes.

But I have a very salty view of people who people who think certain drivers could just walk into Merc without a Nico level fall out, or a Lewis level of skill in the sport*. ESPECIALLY when it comes to “problematic” drivers like Lando, Max, Carlos, etc.

* more on that one in a sec, spoiler alert: they’ve already got that, his name is George.

I think what really grinds my gears about it (and I mean the people who SERIOUSLY think their driver has a shot at Merc, not people having fun) is it comes down to three tracks of thought; people who think Lewis is genuinely about to retire, people who seem to forget George exists, and people who seem to profoundly misunderstand how Merc work as an organisation.

The first one is easy to be annoyed at and dismiss, Lewis has made it clear over and over he’s not going anywhere. I’m rankled by people who think he’s suddenly going to retire bc of his age. Alonso is still here and he’s fuelled by salt rather than skill, you think Lewis is gonna go just bc he’s 38? He’s insane, and there is nothing he is more buck wild about than F1. I also don’t like thinking about Lewis retiring. Sue me.

The second I get but hate a lot. I’m a George fan, I am biased but George is ignored by a lot of people; and the narratives about him being PR63, even by some Lewis fans, are flimsy and shitty. He’s got so much heart in his stick thin frame that it flows out his ears. You look at him, past the surface for a couple seconds, and god you can see it shine like a beacon. He doesn’t answer Lewis and himself when he’s asked for the perfect driver line up because of PR, but because he fucking adores Lewis. He adores the team. He goofs around with them, spends time with them, he’s embedded with the engineers and mechanics. He seems boring off track because he’s private, but he has been going to dinners with them and travelling with them for years, he’s boring because he’s an old soul who puts focus on his family and his mental health. He does try to be funny online and people scoff at him. He posts shirtless pictures and he’s teased for it. Like what do you want from the guy; if he’s genuine he’s cringe and if he’s reserved he’s PR boring. Fuck that, he makes Lewis smile and that’s enough for me.

But then It’s because of his less than popular off track self that people look past him on track, and you shouldn’t because this man is insane. This is what I was talking about earlier when I said Merc have got their Lewis 2.0. George is him. He drives like Lewis, he’s learning to approach the garage like Lewis, he knows how to restrain himself to the media just like Lewis. Talk less, smile more, because they want to bait you more than anyone, they’re waiting for you to slip. Don’t give it to them and then unleash a terror that leaves other drivers blinking in shock on track. Singapore this year SHOULDN’T override Austria, when George drove from the back in a garbage car to finish 4th. He copied Lewis in Spain like a text book because that’s the kind of driver George is. He knows how to manage his tires because Lewis taught him. He says over and over again how important he finds it to learn from Lewis because Lewis is his standard of greatness. Merc have trained him like this, because together he and Lewis mesh well. They both know where to put their cars to make overtakes others wouldn’t, they drive like their cars are an extension of their body. Nothing bothers me more than people who set team line ups at Merc without Lewis or George, because it often assumes Lewis would retire and Merc would just… throw George out?

George Russell is grit, spirit, positivity and determination, and I feel like the people who don’t see him as an insanely impressive generational talent like Charles or Max are choosing not to look, or were blinded by how trash Williams was. I’d you don’t judge Mick on where haas dragged him down; you can’t judge George.

(Yet another place george is like Lewis, is he let the hard times humble him and make him better. He will never, ever have to struggle the same way Lewis did and he’s been afforded privileges that Lewis won’t, he himself will tell you that. But they were both boys from families without much money who’s parents struggled to let them follow their dreams. Why do you think Lewis likes him so much? He’s said it himself, he sees the same instinct he had, in George)

And finally the third thing I’ve probably spoken on most: some people really only see Merc as a fast car and not as a team. Which I guess is fair if you aren’t a massive fan of either of the boys. You think I’m invested in how mclaren or RB or Ferrari behave as organisations outside of drama? Of course I’m not. I barely even cared about Williams outside of GR and NL. But Merc is another breed of team honestly. Not to suck corporate dick bc you know I hate it but there’s a reason they aren’t really ever involved in silly season. Why them CHOOSING to hire George was monumental. They are unlike anyone else in how they cultured George. He’s been in the Merc garage on race weekends since 2016. They watched and carefully primed him for it, they made him work so hard for every step. I’m not sure they would have ever got rid of Nico and hired Val if he hadn’t chose to leave. Do you know how resistant they were to put anyone other than George in their car? They were worrying about who would take Lewis’ seat in Sakhir if they couldn’t get him. Their reserve driver, stoff, WAS RIGHT THERE.

If George hadn’t gone above and beyond to prove himself ready for Merc, they would have stuck with Valtteri. Merc play it safe and close to the chest far more than they’ll admit, I think it’s why our number one issue with races this year has been emergency strat choices. We so often play it safe and panic when pushed. And that’s why I end up laughing at some driver move theories bc it’s like really? You think, safe playing, elitist weirdos Merc are gonna do that??

The only driver on the 22/23 grid I genuinely, truly think Merc would consider putting in their car if LH decided to split second retire, or George, idk, stabbed Toto in the leg, is Esteban Ocon or MAYBE they’d go back to VB if VaL would be willing to accept the pressure of the seat again. They like Ocon, he has history with the team, he’s got some real promise in his development, and he’s got a lil bastard in him they like their drivers to have. But that would ONLY happen if they had 0 prep time and had to pick another grid driver. Merc have their dream team right now.

#asks #anonymous #wank/rants #team Merc #mark’s driver meta #mark talks britcedes

[my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife]

One more drink XV. - Pierre Gasly series

Hi :) Sorry for disappearing a little bit. But I'm back. I went to Paris for a few days as a little trip with my friends and also I was having some troubles writing this part. Hope you will enjoy it.

Please leave a like or a comment. I really love to ready your comments and see how many of you have liked and reblogged what I wrote. Have a wonderful day Love you ♥

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader

warning: swearing, language, mention of depression, alcohol usage, smut

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"Oh come on, are you guys replaced his bin after all these years?" I giggled when I walked out to the balcony of the motorhome seeing the two Alpa Tauri driver sitting in a foldable bathtubs. " And you have the numbers on the tub too. Incredible." I laughed pointing at the side to the tubs.

"If we are doing something than we are doing it the best way." Yuki giggled from the left tub while scrolling on his phone as Pierre took his hand out from the tub and grabbed mine. It was really cold on my hot skin. The weather started to get a little bit berable but the humidity made it just so much worse. It was a really good idea from me to bring some flowy dresses so it would not stick to my sweaty skin.

"Even it's so hot I would never sit in that tub."

"Not even if I'm in?" Pierre lifted one of his eyebrow taunting with a cheeky smile on his face. Before he slapped my butt a tiny bit causing me to jump up. While Yuki from the other tub made a fake gagging noise. "Yukino, you are just jelaous. Close your eyes because you are way too young for this anyway." he laughed before tried to splash his teammate from the other side of the balcony.

"Kids, stop it. Actually I came up to let you guys know that bathing time is over, you should get out and start to jump into your suits for the free practice." I pionted at oth of them before I checked the time on my phone trying to show them they have to hurry up.

"What did you say? She is becoming our new whacker because she is doing amazing job with commanding." The japanese driver got out of the tub but quickly got quiet when I threw the towel to his way and it hit his face perfectly. Pierre started to laugh out loudly and grabbed the other towel from my hand and started to dry himself up.

"Don't let me get started on command you in Hungarian. Chop, chop little one!" I clapped my hands together making him ran down on the stairs. "You too hot stuff." I turned back at to the other driver who was looking back at me with a flirty smile on his lips. "No, don't look at me like that with that smile. " I shook my head before I swallowed a big one. My eyes were roaming on his upper body, watching as the small water dropplets were shining on his torso, running down on his hairy chest all the way to his white swimming trunk.

"What smile?" He teased as he stepped closer before I lifted my arms and planted it on his cold chest, feeling his heart beating fast under my palms. "My babygirl can't resist my body, huh?" He had that mischiveous look in his eyes pairing it with the most cheeky smile ever. His handsome features got turned into a cheeky little boy's feature that I just adored so much.

"You know really well that I'm unable to say no to you, especially if you are shirtless. And as much as I want to keep staring at you, you really need to start preparing because you will be in trouble. And I don't want it because of me. " Running my hand up on his chest all the way to his neck before I started to play with his gold chain. Pullint him closer to my body by the chain.

"We will continue this" He leaned closer while he looked in my eyes. For an answer I just hummed as he caught my lips with his for a small but sensual kiss. "Can you please look after it? While I'm out there." He asked before unlocking the chain from his neck and dropping it in my left palm. I smiled and nodded while I bit on my lower lip as I watched him winking at me and started to walk down to his driving room for changing.

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"I meant when I said earlier you are hot stuff, but baby you should not let the car on fire. You don't have to prove anything." I giggled when the free practice was over and he finished with the interviews and came back to his drivers room, where I was already waiting for him sitting on the massage bed. He started to giggle and grabbed on my arm pulling me up from my seat and closer to his body to hug me tightly, hiding his face in my neck. "Putting all the jokes to the side, I know the problem why you have got on fire." I circled my arms around his body.

"Oh really and what would it me?" He mumbled while he was littering my skin with butterfly kisses all over the crook of my neck.

"Before you got into your car, you did not came to me for the pinky promise." I pouted and I felt his shoulders going up and down while he giggled. "I'm not kidding. It can really mess up a race like that. We can't risk it anymore"

"You are right Amour. I won't forget it okay. But can we add something to the pinky promise?" He pulled away and tilted his head while he moved some hair out of my face. "I want a good luck kiss next to my pinky promise." He leaned closer and pecked my lips.

"Hmm I think we can manage it." I hummed in to the kiss and I closed my eyes and leaned my head to his chest after it.

"Oh can we add one more thing? Maybe a good luck sex? Or good luck head?" He joked and I stepped away from him and boxed into his upper arm.

"Do you want to have that just right before you get in the car in the garage?" I lifted my brows up waiting for his answer.

"Uh, I don't think FIA would like that idea. Nor my team." He joked while he was chuckling and started to pull down his racing suit. " Also noone can see you on the moment while we are making love. The only person that can see your face while you are having an orgasm is me." He winked and I felt the heat rising up to my cheeks. " I still have some meetings to get done with the team, if you want you can sit outside, Charlotte said she will come by to see you."

"Oh okay, that's good. I will go and find her then. " I got up from the small massage bed and started to walk to the door. Before I slipped out of the room I slapped his bare ass which was answered with a big yelp and a laugh.

"So how do you like the race?" Charlotte asked as we were sitting at a table both of us playing with the straw of our drinks.

"It's still feels like a dream. Like for real. I'm on a race, in a different county, and I have a Formula 1 driver boyfriend. Pinch me that I'm not dreaming." I giggled as I leaned closer to the straw and took a sip from my drink. We were quietly chatting away before Charlotte excused herself when she got a phonecall that had to take, I was scrolling on my own phone waiting for her to return when a group stopped next to our table and pushed a microphone into my face.

"Hi, hello. Sorry for bothering you. We would like to ask a few question from you Gina."

"Me?" I leaned back on the chair surprised.

"Yes, you are the hot topic now between the girlfriends of the drivers. We know that about you that you and your siblings have a pub, which is going pretty well, especially since the Hungarian GP. Our first question would be, how does it feel like to be in a community like this? Like as we have learned from you, that you have not had this privilage before."

"Excuse me?" I was really confused by her question and the taunting vioce that she was using.

"Like we know that you are comming from nothing, and now you are driving a really expensive car, traveling around the world and as we can see you could manage to get a new bag too." She was pointing at the bag that I have got from Pierre with a mocking tone and a sarcastic smile on her lips. "As from our resource you always struggled in your life before.

"Is everything okay?" Pierre asked as him and Charles arrived at our table, with furrowed brows looking at the three riporters in front of me.

"Okay, I don't like the dragging the other person in the mud kind of situations. And definetly don't agree with the fact that a fellow woman ask a question like that from me. " I pointed at her as I leaned back in the chair. And crossed my arms in front of my chest. " So, let's start again. Everything I have now, I worked my ass off for it. I studied for it too. I worked at two jobs when I was in university so I could pay for my flat, my studies because I have had to pay for that one too. It is true that I have not had a privilaged life before, had to built everything up from zero. What I think is a 100% better than having everything dropped in my lap. "I looked straight into the riporters eyes with blank expression on my face. "About the car you were talking about, I saved up for my car, I bought it from my own money. Which I have had to repair, it was not a fully new one. And I have had it many years before I have even met Pierre. If you would do a good job, you would know that.... " I raised up from my seat and stepped away from the desk on the way where the guys were standing" If you have any more questions you can ask them tomorrow, but at least do some research before so you won't ask stupid things. Use multipule resources not just one, and maybe try to rethink how you ask the question so you don't come out as a uneducated and rude person. Have a great night." I smiled sweetly before I stepped away from the table and grabbed on Pierre's hand. "Please don't say anyting, let's go back to the hotel. Please." I whispered as I tried to pull him away from the table with shaking body, the adrenaline was just pumping in my veins.

"What just happened?" Charlotte asked as her and Charles caught up with us going down between the motorhomes all the way to the parking lot.

"My girlfriend just totally burned some riporters." He giggled as he pulled closer to his body.

"Your PR team will be so mad at me.. I acted like a bitch." I shook my head hanging it low as we were walking.

"No, come on. You have made a point to them. Like you made sure that noone should think that you have everything just because we are dating." He stopped and grabbed both of my hands and turned me to the way of his body to make sure that I was paying attention of him. " Like for real. Noone should talk to you like that. And you have handled this situation really good."

"Can you pinch me?" I asked which really surprised him

"Why?"

"Just to know that I'm not dreaming and a bunch of reporters were just really trying to make some gossips about me just like about big stars." I giggled and he shook his head and started to walk again to the way of the car that would take us back to the hotel.

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"Mon coeur, ferme ta bouche." He giggled at the sight of me stuck to the window of the plane looking at the view below us, as we were landing in Japan. "You are just so cute when you are amazed by something. Your eyes shine in a different way but it's just cute on you." He ran his fingers through my hair before I turned to face him with a huge smile on my face.

" I know it is kind of normal for you to fly around, like for normal people like me is driving. But I just still cannot wrap my head around that I'm flying on a private jet which I go to Japan with... It's just incredible. I'm really thankfull for it. " I grabbed on his hand and squeezed it. " I have some ideas to show you how thankful I can be" I leaned closer and whispered in his ears. As my lips were touching the shell of his ears I could see the goosebumps running on the back of his neck and his breath got hitched on his throath.

" We can still get into the mile high club, if you want to doll." He had a cheeky smile on his lips as he turned to the way of my face and whispered back in my ears. His free hand were gliding up on my inner thigh, drawing shapes with his fingers on the material of my jeans. It was the best cat and mouse game we have hahd going on, sometimes I felt like I can win, when I saw him that he got intimidated for just like a second before he bites back with a cheeky comment. "Bad thing we have your team in here." I leaned back in the seat and grabbed his hand which has wondered closer and closer to the button of my jeans. "Behave boy." I patted the back of his hand and started to play with the rings on his hand. He sighed and sat back closing his eyes while he smiled.

When we thought that he have had a bad race weekend last week we were wrong. The practices in Japan were bad but the sunday was even worse. It was heavily raining, the have post poned the race, everyone was running around in the paddocks looking at the statistics and the screens about the weather. I thought the best is if I just sat back in the corner of the garage, with my headphones on.

"Be careful okay?" I have had my pinky extended to his way when he walked closer after the team received that the race will start soon. "As always mon ange." He smiled and grabbed on my little finger and squeezed it before pulling me closer and kissed me. I sighed in the kiss feeling his body closer to mine made me relax a little bit.

"See you later Pedro." I stepped away and sat back on the stool. He stepped closer one more time and planted a small kiss on my forehead

"Last time it worked, so keep this secure for me, so you won't scratch your little hand." He dropped his necklace in the palm of my hand before he walked to Pyry to grab his helmet. I put his necklace on, and instantly started to play with the cross on it as I was watching him getting ready. I was anxiously rolling the cross medal on the gold chain back an forth as I was wathcing the screens. Cars was slipping from left to right on the track, some of them ended up on the barriers. I looked at the mechanics as they were swearing about FIA letting them on the track like this when I heard his angry voice through my headphones. I snapped my head back to the way of the screen, I held my breath as I waited for him to say something else. A long cursing and shouting was followed by when he passed by the crane which were trying to pull the car off the track. My grip on the necklace got harder and I felt as the side of the cross was biting in the flash of my skin on my palm.

I waited till the cars came back to the garage and saw him jump out of the car pulling his helmet and balaclava off and started to shouting with the members of the garage, and he stomped to the side of the track where the strategists were sitting. His voice was loud and he was gesturing with his hands. I was still sitting on the edge of the stool waiting for him, and only got off when I saw him walking to the corner of the garage where I was. He just looked at me and nodded with his head to he way of the hallway. I jumped off the stool and walked behind him, when we reached the corner finally away from the curious eyes of the media he just turned and grabbed on my upper arm before pulled me closer to his body into a bone crashing hug. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pushed my face into his chest. We stayed like this before I finally felt my lungs are burning because I held my breath for that long.

"I got so scared..." I whispered and grabbed on the racing suit on the back of his and pulled him closer which was physically not possible, due to that our bodies were already pressed together.

"I'm so angry." he whispered " I could have died"

"Don't say that." I pulled back as I was shaking my head. He grabbed the two sides of my face and looking deeply in my eyes " At least nothing happened to you, and that all is mattering." I grabbed his hands and pulled it down to my lips and kiss both of his palms. "All of us just got scared. Just be careful okay?" I smiled at him trying to reasure him that everything will be fine. "Come back to me in one piece, yea?" I winked at him before I got on my tiptoes and places a small kiss on his lips. He turned back to the way of his car and I leaned back to the wall and let out the huge breath that I was holding.

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“So are you gonna call your parents and your loved ones?” The reporter asked before he stepped away from the microphone

“Yes, I will do it just now.” He smiled and took his phone out as he started to walk away searching on his phone. I was watching him aside waiting for him to finish with the interviews so we can go back to the hotel.

Pedro 🧡 is calling

The text appeared on my phone’s screen as it was buzzing in my hand, I looked up confused at him as he stood in front of me.

“Why are you calling me?”

“Just pick it up.” His smile was cheeky and his eyes were shining. I was still pretty confused but I lifted up the phone to my ears and accepted the call.

“Hi, so why are you calling me?” I asked giggling. The whole situation was just funny and absurd.

“The reporter just asked me if I’m gonna call my family and loved ones. And I have had to call you.”

“Okay, but I’m not family you should have call your mum first she was pretty upset about the race.”

“Yes true. You are not family, you are my loved one.”

“What?”

“If something like today's event happens in my life that shows me that life can be over just in a blink of an eye. I always remember that I have to say to the people in my life that I care about them and that they are important in my life. Gina, you already know that I care about you a lot. You know that you are really important in my life. As I said you are a loved one in my life. "He put down the phone and shoved it in the pocket of his jumper before grabbed both sides of my face. His eyes were shining, as he looked depply in my eyes. "Because I love you." after he said that three words my brain just shot down. I felt the heat rising up in my body all the way to my cheeks, my heart leaped forward and now it was thumping fast."I can tell you in other languages too. Szeretlek." My eyes filled up with tears as soon as he said it in my own native languge. I wrapped one of my arm around his neck as I put my other hand on his cheek.

"Szeretlek Pierre." Huge smile spread on his lips mirroring mine before he leaned down and crashed his lips on mine.

"Je t'aime" He started to kiss me all over my skin and between each kisses he said the sentence in different languages he knows. I was gigling loudly as he got closer to my neck. I betwe looked like two teenagers who can't keep their hands and mouth of each other, but I was just so happy. I felt like that now finally my life is back on track, I could just forget some problems I have in my life, and just enjoy every moment that I have with him.

Taglist:

@vividwritinglove Thank you for everything really ♥

Just gonna leave this one here 🫣

#pg10 imagine #pg10 #f1 imagine #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly x oc #pierre gasly #f1 fanfic #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #pierre gasly x reader #f1 fanfiction

[psych---ologically-deranged]

1.10 commentary

from the earth to the starbucks

steve franks kelly kulchak james roday dule hill

The "right chair at the right time" star discovery was reflecting the kid shawn trying to get gus to go ahead of him

You couldn't have her carrying a bushel of carrots to hide that the actress was pregnant

Named for tom blaire, & this episode aired after his bday "Your present is on tv, friday at 10

"When you don't get the dialogue, it's usually referencing my friends"

six foot high painting of a blonde shirtless surfer that he wants that he is not going to get

My mom just notivced a random lobster on the table. I wish you could see how cute she is

Michael Zinberg

He eats ice because shawn is adhd, not because JRr claims this, eating ice is historically a sign of sexual frustration, It sets in here that shawn is not going to be getting lucky tonight, I did that assuming everyone knew that that's what that means KK & DH: I've never heard that

walking around stanley park

DH: I had a telescope KK: What did you look at? DH: Stars ...

How drunk should he be?

"special feature's not rated! I didn't want to scar anybody!" Dude you say hard ass in the show, you can say hard bottomed here

KK: I just like that he carries [his handcuffs] wherever he goes

Canonballs

Seriously? someone calling Dule already?

Improv: I'll never see you again

"All of that engagement stuff was just to get tim (lassiter) right to the floor"

Donut?

SF: I pay attention to One Credit: theme song my steve franks. *doesn't care abt "created by"*

Let the eyes leave the body

"Literally half a page of nutshelling, I can't stop writing it"

KK hates the fist bumping?

The fish!!! "First of all who did not put this in the show?" We had to cut out some important stuff to get the fish scene in

kkarlton, but the second one is silent

JRr: *high fives Juliet's shrug* & Maggie Lawson was able to continue acting, even after she laughed

Sneezes?

Oof these poor surfers at 2 degrees celcius

SF: genius dream JRr: Clem DH, acting &listening to the scene: this guy's an idiot

Network: Shawn... follows gus around? tat's a little creepy SF: No no no

not thursday

a minute & a half of the parking lot XD

crab fountain

Best location ever

JRr: the jackal has arrived

KK: Space run where your feet are hitting your ass. Sorry, butt. SF: Bottom. KK: We did it again SF: Sorry Paul (his nephew)

SF: My high school days when it took eight to twelve months to ask a girl out

the run XD

She's just gaslighting relaying the entire case

The seed for this show was "shawn goes int othe planetarium & for some reason narrates it"

*none of them are real constellations*

space capsule trash can

DH commented on the run & they kept it in the show

couldn't touch the telescope *giant storm trooper leg*

simon toque & this nice jumpsuit

WOULD have been funny to make him walk around like the micheline man, in an astronaut suit

Santa barbara with mountains & snow in the background!?!? (pretend it is water

That guy who fell, I love it

NIIIiiIICE

I forgot lassiter did golf

SF: I was in that suit.

I had to check the timers on the crab spray

JRr: Fact: we shot this at 6:00 in the morning & it was COLD & later that day neither of us could remember we shot it. DH: We just zoned out

No shot of the sign that sold the joke :(

With the roots & the dirt

Congrats to Hill's brother for getting engaged

"it's been fifteen years!"

Jack's wife, first AD!

It was supposed to be that she picked up a knife in the restaurant, but they couldn't do that :(

DH: Gus takes everyone on the same date

XD headbuts

Receive my ass cap award???

#psych commentary 1x10 #psych cast/crew

[thedorklegacy]

The Dork Legacy 3.2 part 2

So...I randomly heard some guy crying, and immediately freaked out because I thought someone was dead...instead it was this dude.

Dude: im stuck on ur hill...starvin 2 death...;-;

However, I am a benevolent simgoddess, and saved him with moveobjects on. :D

WHAT?! NOOOO! ;-; No wonder Willough couldn't call her on the phone. ;-; Don't worry, Nettie! You will be resurrected, just as soon as I have a male heir...

YOU COULD BE NEXT, ADESSA! Also, they adopted a mate for Filcher!

She looks kind of manly...I named her Redead (like in Legend of Zelda).

Bilbo: Hmm...I think this could use a mountain...

I think his OTH is fitness, but that's lame.

Okay, I'll warn you in advance, this next picture is NOT WORK SAFE. So if you are at work, scroll down REAL fast or something.

You ready for this?

The internet, meet Shelby's vajayjay. This...totally baffled/s me. Where on earth did she get a vagina? O.o I think Vanessa has one, too. But...this isn't part of the game, is it?

Oh freakin' great. ;-; Losing two cats in one fell swoop.

R.I.P Cloverfield.

And Gene McSplicey Rancor Beast grew up. He's interesting looking, but is mean and I don't much like him.

Einstein: I am inexplicably angry.

Einstein: Oh God! Wait, I'm shirtless and I feel funny! I know what that means!

BAMF.

Einstein: Hey...this isn't so bad!

Makeover! I keep making him over because I keep not liking his look. Sorry guys.

Einstein: Meh, I dunno. I think I'm a fox.

Einstein: Long, pretty Sephiroth hair...

Einstein: And a winning smile...yeah, I still got it! ;D

Originally posted at katu_sims.

#the dork legacy #gen3

[captainkirkk]

addendum to a previous anon's hot take on writer!tea boat!zuko: uncle iroh keeps scouring the world for rare, delicious teas with improbable names like Jasmine Dragon, Phoenix Pearl, Silver Needle and Iron Goddess of Mercy, and it becomes the inspiration for a series of Dante Basco action/adventure epics that eventually become revered classics of Fire Nation literature

That’s the thing: a lot of Dante Basco books become revered classic literature, which is baffling to people who are close to Zuko and can pick out all the many, many real references (both intentional and unintentional) in his work. 

Some historian, 150 years in the future: “The insecure Fire Nation protagonist entranced by the seductive Water Tribe figure across the market place represents the lingering tension between the nations in the wake of the hundred year war…. the beautiful lure of other cultures yet the fear of rejection… the longing to connect in a world frightened of resurging violence….”

Katara, right now, bursting into Zuko’s room: “STOP THIRSTING OVER MY BROTHER IN PUBLISHED BOOKS"

#katara: 'i want to read these without gagging myself please' #dkjjkd yes but TEA being such a predominate symbol or source of inspiration in zuko's novels is hilarious #it's iroh's influence #ask #writer zuko #tea boat au #i don't normally zukka on main but eh #honestly i just like playing with the idea that the gaang aren't blind and many of them are lowkey attracted to each othe #*other #zuko: [firebending shirtless] #katara [attracted to his sweaty abs and mad about it]: 'i'm being PERSONALLY VICTIMISED' #yes that last part was a reference to muffinlance don't @ me #EDIT: NEVERMIND TOPH ACTUALLY IS BLIND HOW DID I FORGET

[sambergscott]

valentines ep i’m EXCITED

#niamh watches oth #already shirtless julian.... iconic

[brokenbrxther]

@petrovanity​      |       plotted     /     requested   starter   !

“    SO  ,     LET    ME    GET   THIS    STRAIGHT  ,    ”       he  crossed  his  arms  over  his  chest   ,    as  he  watched  an  incredibly  pissed  off  katherine  begin  to  walk  away  .      “  you   purposely  didn’t  bid  on  me --   in  fact  you  were  hell  bent  on  making  sure  i  knew  tyler  lockwood  would  be  your  slave  for  the  night  .     and  now  that  i’m  hanging  out  with  a  group  of  friends  that  just  so  happen  to  include  rebekah  mikaelson  ,   i’m  the  one  in  hot  water  ?     ”         they  were  having  fun  ,     spending  the  evening  by  the  beach  and  enjoying  each  other’s   company  ---    as  well  as  the  company  of  about  twelve  other  people   .     even  if  he  knew  katherine  was  going  to  show  up  in  the  middle  of  it  all  ,    he’d  never  guess  she’d  be  upset  .    it  was  harmless  .       "    this  stupid  auction  was  your  idea  to  begin  with  !    you  said   i   had  to  hang  out  with  other  people  ,      and  that  if  you  go  on  a  date  ,    i  should  go  on  a  date  .  ”              he  wanted  to  understand  ,    needed  to  understand  ,    what  the  hell  her  problem  was   .       “  talk  to  me .   tell  me  what  to  do  ,   and  i’ll  do  it  ,    just  like  i’ve  done  every  other  time  .   ”

#petrovanity #/ pt. 2 of ????? #/ for ur oth needs (: #/ also . yes #/ he's def shirtless . have fun arguing w that

[bi-bi-buckleydiaz]

dare night | owen joyner

requested; no, i got inspired while watching OTH for the hundredth time. but please request jatp or tom / peter things !!

words; 3.3K was not expecting it to be this long. kinda got away from me. also unedited I just wanted to get it out ;)

a/n; not me writing an OTH inspired fic for my new beau owen joyner...oop. anyway, hope ya like it. it is unedited because i just finished it and i really wanted to just get it out for y’all. 

“I cannot believe I let you talk me into this.” 

“C’mon Owen it’ll be fun,” Charlie says, excitement pouring from him like a golden retriever puppy. Owen sighs at his best friend before looking at the rest of his friends behind Charlie. 

“Yeah, Owen, we’re only young once. And y’all only get Jadah and I unsupervised once in a blue moon, we have to appreciate that time.” The cast laughs as Madi smiles wide, probably more excited about this proclaimed ‘dare night’ than it’s creator. Speaking of...

“Listen, I already have the dare’s written up and I know you hate to waste paper.” Charlie’s practically pouting now, so Owen really can’t say no to that. 

“Fine, let’s get this over with.” Everyone cheers as the final member takes his place around the kitchen island. The cast, minus Cheyenne of course because he’s “too old to partake in this. It’s a teens only event.” “We’re in our twenties Charlie.” “SEMANTICS!”,  are gathered in Owen and Charlie’s apartment around their kitchen island, all waiting for their teams and dare card. 

“The rules are simple, boys versus girls. Then you each split into teams of two -” 

“But there’s an uneven amount on each team. Five against five.” Jadah points out, smiling at Charlie's small ‘shit’ and long sigh. He thinks for a minute before a metaphorical light bulb goes off above his head and he’s smiling again. 

“Then a boy and girl will have to be together. Just split the points at the end.” Satisfied with the idea, everyone nods. No one misses the way Jeremy and Carolynn smile at each other.  

“Now, you all have phones, you have to document one of you completing the dares either with a photo or a video. After the first dare is complete, you’ll get the second one. I’ve asked strangers around where your dare takes place to give you the next ones. They were very accommodating and are very excited to see y’all. We’ll all meet back here at midnight. Team that gets the most points, wins.” Charlie is practically vibrating by the time he’s finished, proud of his little game he put together and that everyone is just as excited as he is, well, minus Owen of course. But that’s because he’s nervous about doing unknown dares in public. Sure he puts on this face of being quirky and cool and fun, doesn’t mean some things don’t scare him. 

“So everyone, pick your partners, pick your card, and let the dares begin!” Madison and Jadah immediately jump for each other, Carolynn and Jeremy grabbing hands before Charlie is even done speaking. Savannah and Tori high give, Sacha and BooBoo look at each other and shrug, assuming the wonder twins will want to stick together. Everyone is shocked though when Charlie bounces over to Sacha and slings his arm around his shoulders, shooting Owen an apologetic look in the process. 

“Sorry bro, but I think we both know if we go at this together we’ll get nothing done and, I’d kinda like the boys to win.” Madi covers her mouth and the confession while the rest laugh. Owen groans and then goes red when BooBoo shoots him a look. 

“That was rude! I’m glad to be your partner BooBoo don’t get me wrong. Seriously, so excited.” Owen begins to panic and is set to keep babbling before BooBoo laughs and lightly punches Owen’s shoulder.

“Relax dude, let’s go kick some dare ass!” Everyone cheers and grabs a card off the table before rushing out the door to their respective vehicles, Madi managing to borrow her dad’s car for the night, thanking God that she passed her road test before season 2 started. 

“So, what dare did we get?” Owen asks when he and BooBoo reach the car. He starts it up while BooBoo rips open the envelope. 

“We...ooh no.” He starts to giggle before he can even finish. Owen can feel his heart start to race.

“Oh no, what’d we get?” 

“Hehe we, ha, we have to return some clothes...” Owen let’s out a sigh of relief. 

“That’s not too bad.” 

“While wearing them,” BooBoo finishes. Owen freezes. 

“Excuse me!?” BooBoo breaks into a loud laugh at Owen’s shock, handing him the card in the process. “No way! Is Charlie insane?” What the hell was he thinking? What if someone recognizes him while he’s taking off a shirt to return it? Wait, why is he the one doing the returning?

“No. Nope. No way, we lose this point. What’s the next one?” BooBoo is still laughing as he shakes his head. 

“You heard Charlie, we only get the next one if we complete this one.” Owen groans, accepting his fate. 

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” 

“Believe it drummer boy. Especially since you’re gonna be the one doing it.” Owen whips his head towards BooBoo, almost breaking his neck in the process. 

“No way. Dude, no. Way.” Owen is ready to get on his knees and beg. 

“Um, well, the sizes are on the card and they match you,” BooBoo says, watching Owen begin to pout and accept his fate. BooBoo would feel bad if he didn’t think this was going to be a hilarious night. “C’mon, get driving.” Owen groans once more before driving away, accepting his fate that this night will be a wreck. 

~ ~ ~

Shopping alone is boring. 

Y/N asked friends, obviously, but they were all busy doing something or someone, so she was left alone to shop for christmas gifts. Sure it’s early, like, two months early, but she learned a long time ago that when you live alone as a young adult, living paycheck to paycheck, it's best to shop for gifts in increments and not all at once near christmas time. So here she is, shopping alone in a mall near the stores closing times because that’s the only time she can spare. 

It’s not all bad, late night shopping means not a lot of people in the mall and those who are here are strung out college kids like here. Sure there have been some creepy guys eyeing her up and down, but when she felt those looks she made it clear to go to a store that had security in front of it, even if that meant staring longingly and things she can’t afford. 

Y/N’s about half an hour into shopping for her niece and nephew when she hears a commotion on the other side of the clothing store. She quickly glances over then looks back to the shirt she was admiring, before realizing what she saw couldn’t be quite right. She looks over again, and holy shit, her eyes weren’t deceiving her. There really is a guy at the cash register shirtless and in the middle of taking his pants off. 

Y/N takes back her previous statement, shopping alone is so not boring. 

It’s then she notices a security guard enter the store, hand on the walkie talkie on his shoulder. There’s no way that’s going to end good. She doesn't know why she does it, but one second she was holding a shirt for her nephew and the next she's pushing the rack of clothes in front of the guard and grabbing the near naked and guy and running. She hears a camera snap behind her and a ‘hey wait up’ but all she’s really focused on is getting the guy out of the mall before he’s arrested for public indecency or something. 

The hand in hers tugs her to stop just before the reach the mall doors, making her halt in her running. She looks back and ‘woah, he’s pretty.’ 

“Hey, not that I’m thankful but, my friend...” Pretty eyes trails off and he takes in a breath and wait, when did she start calling him pretty eyes. No! He’s a stranger. 

“Yeah well, your friend isn’t the one half naked in the mall getting chased by security.” He ponders it for a minute then nods. “So let’s go. I promise i’m not gonna murder you, just gonna take you to the parking lot so you don’t get arrested for public indecency and end up on the sex offender registry.” Pretty eyes get’s scared at that and then begins to nod vehemently. 

“Yeah, yeah that’s bad. Lets go!” As he says that, security appears behind them. She grabs his hand and they book it out of the mall and into the shockingly cold autumn air. She doesn’t know where this guy’s car is so she leads him to hers, praying she’s not making a mistake. 

~ ~ ~

Owen doesn’t know how he ended up here. He remembers putting the clothes that were in the locker on and he remembers going to the first store and returning the shoes, but after that he thinks the adrenaline kicked in and he blacked out from it. One minute he was taking his pants of trying not to die of utter embarrassment and the next, some girl was dragging him out of the mall and to her car in the parking lot. He doesn’t know why he let this stranger drag him out of the mall, but he’s not really complaining as she shoves him into the back of her car, away from prying eyes. He only begins to panic when she climbs in next to him and shuts the door. Once the silence settles around them does reality finally settle in and does he realize what he actually just did. 

“Holy shit. Holy shit what did I do! Oh my God that could have ended so bad! Oh my God!” He panics for another minute before a hand settles on his bare shoulder. 

“Hey. Hey! You’re fine. They didn’t follow us out, you’re not getting in trouble.” Her voice is soothing, he’ll admit, and he can feel the anxiety begin to ease back. But it doesn’t change the fact that he was just half naked in the mall where anyone could have recognized him and taken pictures. Granted, Charlie did think about that and put a random blue baseball cap and glasses in the bag of clothes too. But still, that’s like, nothing! He goes to grab his phone to check instagram before realizing he’s only in his underwear. In a random girls car. In a Vancouver mall parking lot. She seems to realize this at the same time because she clears her throat and scooches to the other side of the car. 

“Um, do you, do you like, have clothes or something I can go retrieve or...” He nods and goes to give her the key to the locker, then remembers, no pants. They chuckle at the same time and looks down at her purse, rummaging through it for her phone. He takes it from her with a small ‘thanks’ hoping his cheeks aren’t showing how flushed he feels. He quickly dials BooBoo’s number, giving him the details of what went down, asking the girl where they are and reporting it back to him, then hangs up. 

“Um, thanks. For that. And for saving me from being arrested. That was, thanks.” The girl giggles and nods. “I’m Owen, by the way. I don’t normally run around malls in my underwear.” He sticks his hand out, hoping she’ll take it and give a name in return. He’d really like the pretty girl's name. 

“I’m Y/N. I don’t normally take random, half naked strangers to my car.” He laughs at that and they shake hands. 

“Well, thanks for making an exception.” They stare at each other for another few seconds before a knock on his window makes them break apart. He looks over and sighs in relief at BooBoo and his clothes in his hand. He opens the door and jumps out, taking the clothes from BooBoo and immediately shoving his legs into his pants. The girl get’s out after him, smiling at him balancing on one foot and trying not to fall over. 

“Thanks, for saving him. No hard feelings for leaving me in the dust.” BooBoo smiles as he says it so Owen hopes the girl doesn’t take it too harshly. She laughs though and, woah, that’s a nice laugh. He’s so focused on her smile and the way she says her name that he puts his shirt on backwards. He doesn’t notice until BooBoo points it out, laughing as he does. When Owen is properly dressed again, he takes a deep breath and leans against the car. 

“When I see Charlie, I’m gonna murder him. We’ll have to film the rest of the season without him. Kenny can deal.” Owen only realizes what he’s said when BooBoo shoots him a look. Y/N looks at the two in confusion, before looking back at Owen. 

“You’re an actor?” He nods and watches as her face goes from confused to angry. “And you got undressed in a mall? How stupid are you?” She punctuates the last sentence with punches to his arm. BooBoo giggles in true BooBoo fashion as Owen rubs his arm. He watches her take out her phone and he looks over her shoulder as she opens twitter. She goes to the search bar, pauses, and then looks up at him. 

“Full name?” 

“Oh um, Owen Joyner.” He watches her type it in and breathes a sigh of relief as nothing but Alex edits pop up. She tries Instagram next, then TikTok, and gets the same answers as before. Nothing about him being naked in a mall, just fan edits of him and him as Alex. 

“You are so lucky no one saw you dude, your career would be over.” She says, closing her phone and putting in her pocket. “What were you thinking?” He can’t help but feel scolded and slightly cowers in response. She notices and immediately softens. “Sorry, I just met you, I shouldn't be so mean.” A pause. “But that was still really stupid.” BooBoo giggles and Owen shoots him a look before nodding and looking back at Y/N. 

“Yeah but, it was a dare.” 

“And you just accepted it?” Owen feels his cheeks go red and looks at his feet. 

“Well, yeah. We wanna win.” Y/N giggles and looks between the two boys. 

“Seriously? So what is this? Some sort of dare game night?” The boys nod, then BooBoo lights up and reaches into his pocket for the next dare. 

“Speaking of, the cashier at the store gave me the next dare. Are you ready?” Owen groans and BooBoo takes it as an affirmative. He opens the envelope and quickly glances at Y/N before reading it aloud for Owen. 

“Take a picture in a photo booth with a stranger.” Y/N glances at the card and sees words on the back too. 

“There’s something on the back.” BooBoo flips it and begins to giggle again. 

“No way. Oh man Owen.” 

“Me! Why me? I just walked naked around a mall!” 

“Because it’s asking you to kiss a stranger and my girl would kill me if I did this.” Y/N blanches at that and begins to slowly and hopefully discreetly back away from the two boys. But Owen catches her. 

“Hey.” He looks nervous and begins to fiddle with his fingers. “You don’t have to! Obviously! I mean, you already saved me once, but, like I kinda know you now and you’ve already seen me shirtless...” He trails off and flashes puppy dog eyes at the girl. She huffs and groans and finally, “Fine. Let’s get this over with. Y’all better win this stupid game though.” Owen smiles bright and Y/N tries to ignore the butterflies in her stomach at the sight. She just met this boy for god sakes! 

The three young adults head back into the mall to one of the strips that has a photo booth. BooBoo giggles as he all but shoves the two into the small area, singsonging a “good luck” before pulling the curtain closed. 

Awkward silence falls over the two as they squeeze together on the small seat. They smile nervously at each other as they hear BooBoo drop coins into the slot outside. 

“Um, so, do you wanna like -” 

SNAP! 

They giggle and look at the camera with smiles in time for the next one. 

SNAP!

Y/N looks back at Owen and, in a moment of confidence, grabs Owen’s shirt and brings his face closer to his. 

SNAP!

He glances at her lips, licks his own, then they’re kissing. His lips are soft and she sinks into him. She feels his tongue lick her bottom lip and almost lets a moan slip as she opens her mouth a bit for him. They don’t even hear the last snap, too caught up in each other. Her hands move to his hair and his hold her hips tight. They break for air eventually, eyes closed as they breathe in and giggle. 

“That was um...” Y/N nods. “Yeah. That was, yeah.” She feels him tilt his head towards her again for another kiss, but the curtain opening pulls them apart. They jump apart, as much as they can in the small booth, and stare at BooBoo like they were caught doing something bad. He’s smirking and shaking the photo strip in his hands. 

“Oh yeah, we’re definitely winning.” Owen breathes out a laugh and Y/N nods, taking BooBoo’s offered hand to help her out. 

“Um, I better, go, yeah, I should go. I hope you guys, uh, win or something.” Y/N hikes her purse up her shoulder and begins to walk away, eyes on her feet and hands shaking as they go into her pockets. She’s almost to the exit when a hand wraps around her upper arm. 

“Hey wait up!” Owen. “Um, I just, that was, that was something right? I wasn’t imagining that? That was like, could I have um, number? Could I have your number?” He’s stuttering, face red and hands shaking in his pockets. Y/N has to giggle, feeling a bit calmer knowing she’s not the only one who’s feeling something. 

“Yeah, that was number worthy.” They smile while exchanging numbers, then keep smiling as Owen leans and kisses her cheek. 

“Thanks for saving my ass twice tonight,” he whispers in her ear before leaning back. Y/N nods and begins to back away. 

“Yeah well, it’s a pretty nice ass.” With that she turns and practically runs back to her car, not believing what a night it's been. 

~ ~ ~

“And we’re tied! Although, there is one more dare on the table.” Charlie giggles, knowing exactly what it is, saving for last for a reason. Carolynn swipes it off the table before anyone else can, ripping it open and smiling at the words. 

“Kiss a member of your team.” She sees Jeremy smile and buff up, getting ready for smooch from his wife since they were partners. Carolynn smiles and leans towards him, before quickly grabbing Tori’s neck and giving her a chaste kiss on the lips. Everyone laughs and cheers, Jeremy pouting at his girl while she grabs his hand. 

“Well then, unless any of the boys kissed a stranger in a photo booth, the girls win.” BooBoo goes to raise his hand, but Owen stops him. BooBoo shoots him a look but Owen shakes his head, hoping he gets why. Why he doesn’t want to mention Y/N. Sweet, life-saving Y/N who didn’t even know who he was or hell, who BooBoo was. Who just saw a random guy in need of saving and didn’t think twice about helping him. BooBoo lets it go, and Owen nods a thanks. He cheers for the girls as they accept their win, hand rubbing the picture strip in his pocket, and mind preparing a text to Y/N as soon as he can escape to his room. 

Maybe dare night wasn’t such a bad idea.

#owen joyner #owen patrick joyner #owen joyner imagine #owen joyner fanfiction #owen joyner x reader #owen joyner x fem!reader #owen joyner x y/n #owen patrick joyner imagine #owen patrick joyner x reader #imagine #fanfiction #owen joyner fluff #fluff

[lurking-lilibeth]

The Jocques (and Julien Cooke) are next.

This household has a problem with agressive cats. All three of them - Chong, Kobe, and Kitty Alice - are agressive, so keeping peace between them is no small feat. Kitty Alice is a repeat offender, constantly provoking the other two.

As for the humans, Violet is just kind of floating through her life, not particularly interested in her job and not too sure about her relationship. Julien is all in on both of those things and he’s also working on his debut novel.

Claus is getting into shape after nearly dying last week. Sophia is working towards her next promotion. And Marcel is living his best- shirtless- life as a retiree. 

Stats:

Marcel:

family / wealth

aquarius: 2/3/9/7/4

supernatural skeptic, eco-friendly, brave, loves the outdoors, charismatic, loser

LTW: earn 100,000

+cooking skill, +plantsimism, -vampirism

OTH: nature

career: culinary (lvl 8, retired)

partner: Sophia Jocque

Sophia:

popularity / wealth

gemini: 5/8/6/3/3

hot-headed, supernatural skeptic, loves the heat, virtuoso, vehicle enthusiast, athletic

LTW: become hall of famer

+fit, +body skill, -chubby

OTH: music and dance

career: sports

partner: Marcel Jocque

Violet:

popularity / pleasure

leo: 4/7/8/3/3

hot-headed, green thumb, irresistible, can’t stand art, commitment issues, over-emotional

LTW: have 20 simultaneou best friends

+fit, +lycanthropy, -chubby

OTH: fitness

career: culinary

partner: Julien Cooke

Julien:

popularity / wealth

aries: 7/6/4/4/4

coward, lucky, rebellious, perfectionist, hopeless romantic, great kisser

LTW: earn 100,000 (achieved)

+cooking skill, +body skill, -vampirism

OTH: cuisine

career: culinary

partner: Violet Jocque

Claus:

pleasure / wealth

gemini: 2/9/9/8/3

unlucky, neurotic, grumpy, unstable

LTW: become hand of Poseidon

+cooking skill, +mechanical skill, -red hair

OTH: fitness

career: business (end of the rotation)

Chong:

cat

female

hoomans: Violet, Julien

personality: 2/3/3/1/1

career: show biz

Cobe:

cat

female

hooman: Marcel

personality: 1/1/1/1/2

career: show biz

Kitty Alice:

cat

female

hooman: Marcel

personality: 1/2/1/1/3

#ts2 #ts2 gameplay #uberhood #desiderata valley #family: jocque #cat: kobe jocque #cat: kitty alice jocque #violet jocque #sophia jocque #cat: chong jocque #julien cooke #claus jocque #marcel jocque #week 4.1 #sim stats

[skellebonez]

He's Been Hurt Enough (Monkie Kid Cursed AU Fanfic)

And here it is, the follow up to Stop Lying To Me! This went through an overall minor rewrite after @winterpower98 posted some more Cursed AU art and I think it turned out much better for it.

Quick note: once again this is my interpretation of a possible way the revelation could go. I decided to go with a “Mac told Sun everything while MK was transformed last time and that’s part of why he got the stuffing beat out of him and was out of commission last fic” angle. (also no I definitely did not accidently post a draft of the summary by itself when I meant to queue this, that totally did not happen(that happened))

Summary: Wukong has questions, Macaque surprisingly has answers, and MK... well, MK is going to be just fine if Macaque has anything to say about it.

Warnings: mild descriptions of healing inuries from the last fic, hint of child neglect if you are familiar with the AU, Macaque is sightly (incredibly) out of it due to medicine

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The first thing Macaque noticed when he came to was that his head felt... wobbly, despite the fact he was clearly laying down and not moving. The second thing he noticed was a disgustingly bitter sweet taste sticking to his tongue. The third thing he noticed was that he laying chest down on a (very small and familiar smelling) pile of clothes. The fourth thing, oh it was a lot of things coming very slowly right after the other which was odd, was that he was completely shirtless and that the only reason he noticed this so slowly was half of his body was almost fascinatingly numb, outside of the warmth of the fire that seemed to be burning in front of him. The last thing he noticed was a very close, also very familiar, and very angry (worried?) looking face of a monkey right in front of his (coincidentally blocking most of that fire light).

"Congratulations," Wukong said flatly. "You are officially not dead."

Macaque stared at the other monkey for a moment before attempting to speak, coughing as the dryness of his throat hit him full force. Before he could move himself, Wukong grabbed his face (gently, more gently than he remembered being touched by the other in so long) and held something to his lips. When he tilted the object and water began to hit his lips he opened his mouth and drank, Wukong never allowing the water to flow from the canteen fast enough to risk him choking on it. It must have been emptied after a short while because the Monkey King took it away faster than Macaque would have liked, but it had been more than enough to quench his thirst and allow him to clear his throat and begin talking. "What... happened?"

The angry (worryied?) look on the other's face deepened. "Should I start when I woke up to you bleeding out over my sucessor? Or should I start when I tried to give you medicine the first time you woke up and you shoved the entire thing in your mouth?"

Well. That second bit explained part of the numbness. And the taste. And possibly why his head felt like it was swimming in that iced cream stuff MK liked so much. He was almost certainly, no definitely, very out of it from whatever Wukong had intended to use to dull his pain. Fantastic.

Instead of voicing all of this he simply said "The... first part?" His voice was rough, but firmer than it had been the first time. He had not realized how almost slurred his words has originally sounded. Wukong' expression softened and. Oh... OH, it was a worried look after all. Huh. Macaque did not expect that. That was... well, not new. But he hadn't seen that in a long time. He... missed that. He didn't realize he had missed that.

"I woke up and I smelled... blood," Wukong started softly. "I was confused, I thought that maybe I hadn't been out for very long after we calmed down MK and you hadn't treated my wounds yet but," his hand went to his side where the bandages Macaque and the kid had carefully applied still held tight. "When I looked around I saw you. Laying face down with one arm over him. And you were just. Just COVERED in blood Macaque. I thought you two had been attacked, I didn't know what kind of demon could do that to you and thought that both of you were hurt." He ran a hand down his face, taking a deep breath, reaching over to prepare something behind him. "It wasn't until I rushed over that I realized that MK was passed out and aside from scratches on his arms you were the only one that was badly hurt."

There it was, the memory of what happened finally came back to him. Telling the kid the truth. The kid losing it. Holding him until he was able to fight back the transformation. The claws. The bite. His arm throbbed, the first not numb thing about his body he felt (though not fully painful), and he was surprised that he hadn't noticed his injured arm laying out in front of him until that moment, fully bandaged and (thankfully) not looking like he was missing a chunk of himself after all.

"MK's been out since I got up. You were completely unresponsive until early sundown, and when you did wake up you were in too much pain to tell me anything. I tried to get you to take some medicine but you grabbed my arm and shoved the entire bundle in our mouth. You passed back out before you could try to eat the salve I put on your wounds too. I'm amazed y-"

"I told him," Macaque interupted without prompting, and when Wuking spun around (too fast you idiot you're going to hurt yourself) with a wet cloth in hand he just let the words fall from his mouth. Why stop them? He had already told Wukong as much as he had told the kid, and the evidence of what had transpired was litterally all over him. Not much he could hide now. It was the exact opposite of what happened then, no more tar and honey returning. Bittersweet and if he were to give it flavor it would be buttercups. "After he passed out the first time I treated your wounds and when he woke up he helped me and then started asking questions..."

Without saying a word Wukong sat and listened, face tightening as he gingerly removed something from his back (gauze perhaps, he had no bandages on) and ran the cloth over numb cuts. He looked only between the wounds and Macaque's face, letting him retell every detail. "Kid tried to fight it but I just. I didn't know what to do when he started to change again so I... I..." He coughed, throat growing dry again.

This time Wukong stopped him, holding the canteen (not empty after all) to his lips again. They sat in silence for a moment, him drinking and Wukong turning to grab a container and fresh gauze and bandages when he stopped. He nodded, going back to the other monkey's back and Macaque realized the container was healing salve for his wounds. He didn't need it or the medicine, not really, but even with his fast healing and sturdyness it never hurt to have extra help to speed up the healing process. "You what, Macaque?"

"I... think I... hugged him into submission?" Macaque scowled, not sure if he even believed what he was saying and not missing the shocked look on the other's face. "And he bit me." He added quickly.

"He BIT you!?" The Monkey King leaned sideways, looking at Macaque increduously before his gaze veered over to his bandaged arm. "Well. That explains... the everything. Your back and arms looked like you were nearly gored from behind, but with how long his claws get when... yeah, that adds up."

"Is he ok?" The question came out without him even thinking about it. Damn medicine... But this only seemed to make Wukong shake his head with a surprised chuckle.

"Yeah, MK is fine. Exhausted, but fine. I treated his arms after I got your back to stop bleeding." He went back to applying the salve, touch a bit more firm as he rubbed it through his now less matted fur. The pressure would have normally made Macaque tense but now it just made him relax further into the clothes he was resting on (which he now noticed were Wukong's top layers and a blanket the kid insisted they each got at one of the many villages they passed through).

For a while the two remained silent, the Monkey King dressing the wounds on the Six Eared Macaque's back. Maybe it was the exhaustion kicking back in or something else, but Macaque just allowed himself to lay there and not think of anything. His mind tried to wander a bit, somewhat toward the kid and somewhat toward the odd reactions of the king, but nothing really stuck with his head swimming as it was. He only opened his eyes (when had he let them close?) when he felt a gentle touch on his arm. He watched as the bandages were unwrapped slowly and the same treatment given to his back was repeated.

"You're lucky he didn't bite your dominant arm," Wukong said softly, finally breaking the silence with a shakiness in his voice that was almost missed. "Or break your arm completely. You'll heal fine, but if you were anyone else you wouldn't even have an arm to treat right now...." He shook his head and under his breath he heard the king mutter "What were you thinking?"

Macaque looked away, gaze catching the still sleeping form of MK on the other side of the low fire. The kid would be exhausted from his second (almost) transformation in 24 hours for a while yet and that made his chest hurt just like before. He remembered the betrayal on his face, so much like and yet so much worse than when he betrayed him by stealing his powers. He remembered how the kid seemed to need the hug he had offered him so long ago at the start of all this as much as he did. He remembered how scared he looked at the prospect of seeing his parents again when he asked about them. And he remembered how much he kid laughed on this journey, how happy he seemed every time he was praised for even the smallest things, how he offered Macaque so much without asking for anything in return even before he put that stupid headband on the kid. He remembered how, despite everything... MK wasn't giving up on him...

He looked back at Wukong, grabbing his leg with as much strength as he could muster in his hurt arm until the other returned his gaze. "He's been hurt enough."

There was an understanding in Sun Wukong's eyes. For the first time in more years than Six Eared Macaque would admit... they understood each other completely without needing more words. MK had been hurt enough. They would take as much hurt away from him as they could.

The moment was broken when his grip weakened he closed his eyes, unable to stay open for as long as he would like, and when he opened them back up Wukong had already finished bandaging up his arm. He noticed a soft pressure around his tail but said nothing, not right now, and he only moved when there was a gentle tapping on his side. "Can you sit up a bit? I need to put on bandages, then you should get some more rest."

Macaque complied, using his good arm to raise himself up just enough for the other's arms to go under and around him to pass the bandages between hands (no, it was not a "almost hug" no matter what his tired brain told him). It was done sooner than expected and a gentle hand on his shoulder pushed him down into the soft fabric beneath him, his gaze fixed firmly on the soundly sleeping form of the kid as he watched to make sure he was really just sleeping.

If he noticed that there were soft claws running through his hair he said nothing. And if Wukong noticed the squeeze of a tail against his own he said nothing either. Eventually he let his eyes slip closed once more, feelin his chest rumble in a soft purr. The claws against his scalp stopped and there was a warmth after a while, a weight around him. Wukong must have laid a blanet over him, but the claws returned and their tails remained intertwined even as he moved to his other side. It wasn't until he felt a rumble beside him that wasn't his own that he realized the blanket was over both of them. He said nothing, not caring about the implications as he allowed himself to drift off into sleep.

And if he, maybe, dreamed of watching the two people he had reluctantly grown to care most about happy... well, he wouldn't say anything about that either.

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #six eared macaque #sun wukong #mk #monkey king #cursed au #fanfic #fanfiction #shadowpeach #oh boy is there shadowpeach #we got angst AND fluff #but mostly angst