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lunar-wandering · 3 years

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Peach Slices

the Sick!Wukong fanfic is finally done! this is the longest one shot i’ve ever written lol.

tagging @winterpower98 and @ninja-knox-ur-sox-off since you two seemed interested

read on ao3

Word Count: 5.4k

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When MK arrived at the temple to train, he could immediately tell that something was wrong. For one, Wukong wasn't hidden anywhere in an attempt to surprise him, which he had been doing lately to help him "hone his instincts". (Usually all that got him was a smack in the face with his own staff. MK would apologize each time, but Wukong would just wave it off.) Instead of hiding, Wukong was sitting in the middle of the courtyard, a few of the monkeys hanging out around him and hanging off of him. The second thing that was off was how the monkeys were looking at him, concerned. Upon noticing MK, they had immediately started to point him at Wukong, as though saying "something's up with him, please help him out.". The third thing that was off, was Wukong fur. It looked absolutely horrible, like he'd just rolled out of bed and hadn't brushed it, and had also been through like 5 fights.

That was concerning enough, but what really worried MK was the 4th thing.

Wukong hadn't noticed him yet.

Nevermind the other things being weird, Wukong not noticing him was just plain wrong. Wukong always noticed when MK arrived, even if he'd been distracted before.

Something was clearly up, and MK was going to find out what.

Deciding to use the fact that Wukong hadn't noticed him to his advantage, MK started slowly sneaking up behind him, making a shushing motion to the monkeys to let them know to be quiet. He had a suspicion about what was up, and honestly he kinda hoped that he was wrong.

Finally managing to make it to Wukong's side, MK slowly reached up-

And lightly pressed the back of his hand to Wukong's forehead.

Wukong yelped and jumped away in surprise at MK's "sudden" appearance, but the few seconds that MK's hand had been on Wukong's forehead was all he needed.

"Kid! I uh, didn't hear you come in-"

"You're sick." MK stated the facts, as Wukong looked at him in surprise. "Why didn't you call me to cancel training if you're sick? I could've just gone to spar with Red Son or Mei instead."

"I, wh-" Wukong sputtered for a moment, before he seemed to collect himself a little. "I'm not sick."

"Uh, your fever says other wise." MK replied, not certain what his mentor thought he would get out of denying his incredibly obvious condition.

"What fever? I'm perfectly fine." Wukong clearly lied, leaning against a nearby tree in an attempt to look cool. MK rolled his eyes and was about to respond when Wukong let out a sudden yelp, as the tree he was leaning against snapped and fell to the ground, causing him to stumble. There was a moment of silence as the two of them stared at the fallen tree.

"I totally meant to do that."

"Alright, that's it." MK said, setting his bag on the ground and walking over to Wukong. "Come on Monkey King, I'm taking you back to my apartment to keep an eye on you."

"That's really not necessary- hey! Put me down!" Wukong yelled as MK scooped him up, carrying him like a sack of potatoes. "Seriously, Kid, I'm fine!"

"If you were fine you'd have jumped away before I grabbed you." MK said. Wukong didn't seem to have a reasonable response for that, so MK started the long trek back to the noodle shop with only a few more complaints from the Monkey King.

---

At some point during the walk to the noodle shop, Wukong had fallen asleep. MK was kinda grateful for that actually, it meant he didn't have to deal with his mentor continuing to complain, and it meant that he was resting, which he honestly probably needed, based on how he looked.

MK avoided going in through the front door of the noodle shop, from what he could see, there were quite a few customers in there. If he went in with a passed out Monkey King on his back, it was sure to cause a commotion, and he.... really didn't want that, especially if all the noise would wake Wukong up. So, MK snuck around to the back of the shop, and used the fire escape to climb up to his apartment on the second floor.

Once inside, MK carefully set Wukong down on his bed, shaking some of the ache out of his arms as he did so. Wukong was heavy, and carrying him for over an hour had done MK's arms no favors.

Wukong curled up in the bed, and MK sighed, before going off in search of more blankets and pillows, and hopefully some medicine to bring Wukong's fever down. MK... wasn't actually sure when he last bought medicine. He might have to ask Mei to run out and buy him some, because there was no way he was going to leave-

Almost as soon as he thought that, MK's phone dinged, telling him he'd received a message from Pigsy.

'I know you're here.' It read, 'Heard you on the fire escape. If you aren't training, can you come back down and work for the next hour?'

'Cant.' MK sent back, 'Busy rn'.

'What on Earth could you be busy with?'

MK thought for a moment on how best to explain the situation, before figuring that a visual example was probably the best, and snapped a quick picture of Wukong and sent it to Pigsy.

The yelled "What the fuck!" was loud enough for MK to hear, and apparently Wukong heard it too, as he started to stir.

"Kid?" He asked, slowly sitting up, "W'as goin' on?"

"It's nothing Monkey King, go back to sleep-" MK was proven wrong however, as the two of them could hear a series of loud footsteps running up the stairs. Within seconds, Pigsy had burst into the room.

"MK." He said, "Would you please explain to me why Sun Wukong is in your bed."

"He's sick." MK said, glancing back at the monkey in question. Despite the rest he'd gotten on the way over, he was actually starting to look worse than before, as well as very confused. He hoped that his fever wasn't getting worse.

"Oh well that's plainly obvious." Pigsy said, "What I want to know, is why you brought him here instead of back to his mountain."

"I figured it'd be easier to look after him here? I kinda.... doubt that he has the materials needed to look after someone who's sick back at his house." MK explained. Pigsy sighed at the answer, suddenly looking incredibly resigned to the fact that he was going to have to deal with there being a sick monkey king directly above his noodle shop. Gods, this was going to be a pain....

"Zhu Bajie?" Wukong suddenly asked, drawing Pigsy and MK's attention back to him. "What....what are you doing here? You're... Dead."

MK and Pigsy stared at him in confusion.

"What on Earth is he going on about now?" Pigsy asked, and that was all it took for Wukong to start suddenly crying hysterically. MK panicked, rushing forwards and trying to calm him down, but not really knowing how. Pigsy stood back, shocked and confused at the sudden emotional outburst from the monkey.

Pigsy would've tried to help MK calm Wukong down, but there was a sudden yell from down in the noodle shop and, remembering that he had practically left said shop unattended, he was forced to turn and start back down the stairs. He gave MK a look of apology as he went, and mentally noted that he would have to make some kind of soup for the sick monkey.

...Did Wukong even eat soup?

As far as Pigsy remembered, the answer to that was no.

.....He'd have to ask Tang and Sandy to pick up a basket of peaches at the store.

---

Later, after Wukong had cried himself out and fallen back asleep, and Pigsy closed the shop for lunch, MK pulled Pigsy aside for a moment.

"So." Pigsy started, "What was all that stuff earlier about?"

"He. He kept saying things like 'he's supposed to be dead' and 'he doesn't remember me' while he was crying." MK said, "His fever's pretty high. I think it's made him delirious. And I think that. He thinks you're Zhu Bajie, one of the people who was with him during the Journey to the West."

Pigsy was silent for a brief moment.

"Kid....I'm about to tell you something that might.....upset you." He said. MK tilted his head, confused.

"What do you me-, oh my gods." Realization struck. "Are you kidding me?"

Pigsy gave no signs that he was kidding. MK stared in shock.

"You're Zhu Bajie??"

"Yes. Sandy and Tang are Wujing and Tripitaka too."

MK's shock quickly turned to anger.

"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell him?" He asked.

"I... I didn't tell you because I didn't think you needed to know." Pigsy said, "As for Wukong.... he was never there when we tried to go visit him over the years. We knew he was still alive, Heaven would've lost it's shit had he actually died, but we...figured that he was avoiding us. That he didn't want to interact with us, for some reason."

"Well clearly that is not the case, considering he apparently thinks you're dead!" MK shouted, ignoring Pigsy's hurried shushing. "Can you imagine how upsetting that must be for him?? Thinking that all the people he considers friends, maybe even family, are dead, or that they don't remember him? I want to cry just thinking of it!"

MK would have continued yelling, but a sudden thump and crash upstairs drew his attention. He paused for a moment, during which he and Pigsy both heard the quiet, slightly scared, "Kid?" from Wukong. MK sighed, moving to head back up the stairs, but not before giving Pigsy a glare.

"This isn't over. We will be talking about this later." He said, before disappearing up the stairs. Pigsy slumped against the counter.

"Jeez....." He muttered, "We really fucked up didn't we."

---

When he walked back into his apartment, MK was only slightly surprised to find it a mess, and Wukong missing from the bed. Clearly, Wukong had woken up while MK was downstairs, and, upon not seeing the kid anywhere in the general area, had panicked, probably assuming the worst. Worried for a brief moment, MK glanced at the window, breathing a sigh of relief to see that it was still locked the way it had been before. Good, so Wukong was still somewhere in the apartment.

Now where did he-

There was a sudden crash from the kitchen.

MK rushed to the kitchen, to find Wukong standing in front of the sink, bits and pieces of what used to be a cup on the floor. Wukong still looked dreadful, but he did look slightly better than before.

Slightly.

"Oh, Kid, there you are." Wukong said upon noticing him, "I was worried about you."

"Yeah, I uh, could tell." MK said, thinking back to the mess he'd caught a glance of in the living room. "What are you doing in the kitchen?"

"I wanted to get a drink?" Wukong said, "I'm sorry about your cup though... I can replace it-"

"After you go back to bed." MK said, "Monkey King, you still look awful."

"Do I?" Wukong asked, sighing when MK nodded his head yes. "Fine. But if I'm in your bed, where are you going to sleep?"

"On the couch." MK answered, and, upon seeing the look on Wukong's face, added, "Don't worry about it. I've slept on the couch multiple times before."

"If you say so kid..."

"I do say so. Now c'mon, back to bed."

It was definitely a good thing MK made Wukong get back in the bed, as Wukong was just slightly wobbly the entire walk back from the kitchen to the bedroom.

"Weren't you going to play games with Mei tonight?" Wukong asked, as MK dropped another blanket on top of him. "You can go play with her if you want. I'll be fine."

"Yeah, forgive me for not trusting you on that one." MK said, "Unless you don't remember your emotional outburst from earlier."

"I had an emotional outburst?"

"You- actually you know what, it's probably better that you don't know." MK replied, before quickly changing the subject. "I already messaged Mei by the way, told her what was up. She's going to pick up some medicine."

"Bold of you to assume that human medicine will work on me."

".....Will it?"

"I don't know. Haven't tried."

---

Red Son was peacefully walking down the street, rather quite enjoying his day, when suddenly, Mei ran by in a green rush, almost knocking him off his feet.

"Hey Dragon Girl!" He shouted, grabbing her attention, "Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Monkey King's sick!" She said, "MK's asked me to get medicine-"

"Hold up. Sun Wukong is sick?" Red Son asked, looking straight up shocked when Mei nodded in response. "I... I must tell Mother and Father about this."

"You're not gonna like. Spring an attack on us while he's sick are you?" Mei asked, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. Red Son gasped, offended.

"Of course not! We are nothing if not honorable villains." He said, "I just think that... Mother and Father would want to know about this is all."

"Hm....Okay." Mei said, "But if I see even one hint of an attack, I will not hesitate to beat you up."

"...Duly noted."

---

Over the past few hours, Wukong had tried multiple times to get up and do things. The Monkey King, apparently, didn't know how to rest. MK had to keep practically dragging him back into the bed before he broke things on accident, which, unfortunately, was happening a lot. 3 glasses, 2 plates, one vase, and one coffee table had been destroyed before MK got the bright idea to set up his laptop and stream the Monkey King Animated Series for Wukong to watch. That, at least, managed to get him to stay in bed while MK started trying to clean things up.

He had just finished sweeping up the last few pieces of the plates when the doorbell rang.

MK set down the broom and opened the door to see Mei, with one arm carrying two bowls of noodles, and her other arm holding two small baskets of peaches and a box of medicine.

"Hey MK." She said, giving him a smile.

"Come right on in Mei, here, let me take that for you." MK said, taking the peach baskets and the medicine box out of Mei's hand so that she could use both of them to carry the noodle bowls. He set the peaches and medicine down on the kitchen counter as Mei set the bowls down on the table. The two of them sat down to eat.

"So uh, what with the peaches and the noodles?" MK asked.

"Well, I remembered you said that Monkey King liked peaches, so I figured I'd pick some up for him while I was at the store." She said, "Turns out, Tang and Sandy had the same idea. Pigsy sent the peaches and the noodles up. Said something about you probably not wanting to see him right now."

"I wouldn't say that I wouldn't want to see him." MK said, "Just that me and him are...going to have a conversation later. It's nothing you need to worry about, I promise."

The look Mei gave him was skeptical, but when MK didn't retract his statement, she sighed and decided to move on.

"Sooo....How's Monkey King doing?" She asked.

"He's doing.... better than he was this morning I guess." MK said, fiddling with his chopsticks. "He still isn't near what I'd deem healthy, but I'm pretty sure his fever has gone down a bit. I set things up so he could watch the Monkey King Animated Series on my laptop so that he'd stop trying to get up and do things. I should probably give him the medicine before I go to bed."

"So, basically, what I'm taking away from this, is that you're Mother Henning the Monkey King." Mei said, laughter in her voice. MK was about to respond, argue that he was not being a Mother Hen, he was just concerned, when there was a thump outside, and then a knock on the balcony door. MK gave Mei a questioning glance, wondering if she knew anything about who could possibly be on his balcony, but she just shrugged, clearly as confused as he was. Sighing, MK stood up and walked over to the balcony door. On his way, a quick glance into his bedroom showed that Wukong had fallen asleep again, the laptop still running. He'd have to turn it off to save the battery, as well as wake Wukong later to give him some food and medicine, but another knock on the door meant he was going to have to see who had decided to come visit him first.

He opened up the door, only to come face to face with Red Son, who was holding a basket of peaches and looked like he'd rather be anywhere but here.

"...What are you doing here?" MK asked, briefly wondering if he should summon his staff, just in case. But then again, Red Son didn't seem like he wanted to attack at the moment, so...

"Dragon Girl happened to inform me that Wukong is sick." Red Son said, "I told my parents, as I figured they should know, and they practically demanded that I bring this here. So.... take it."

With that said, Red Son practically shoved the peach basket into MK's hands. MK sighed as he looked at its contents.

"At this rate, my apartment is going to be both destroyed and full of peaches." He said. Red Son quirked an eyebrow.

"Okay, I was going to just leave, but now I'm curious. Why would your little apartment be both destroyed and filled with peaches Noodle Boy?" He asked.

"For one, Monkey King keeps getting up and trying to do things, but keeps accidentally destroying stuff." MK explained, "Secondly, everyone seems to be bringing peaches, though I'm not entirely sure why-"

"It's because literally the only thing we know that he likes to eat is peaches." Mei interrupted, appearing beside MK after having grown tired of waiting in the kitchen. "That doesn't leave us with many food options."

"I mean, I think he enjoys other fruits too?" MK said, sounding uncertain. "But yeah, either way, I think I'm going to be overrun with peaches."

"Well, at least not everything in the basket is a peach." Red Son commented, "There's a box of tea in there too."

MK took out the tea box and after a few seconds of inspecting it, snorted out a little laugh.

"The tea is peach flavored too." He said.

"Of course it is." Red Son sighed. "Well...whatever. See you around later Noodle Boy, Dragon Girl."

And with that, Red Son disappeared in a flash of flames. MK closed the balcony door, bringing the peach basket into the kitchen to set it beside the others.

"You think we can trust that they didn't poison those?" Mei asked. MK gave the peaches a glance.

"They......probably didn't. Just to be safe though, I think I'll give Monkey King the ones you and Pigsy gave me first."

----

By the time Mei left, it was 10:30 PM. MK walked back into his bedroom carrying a small plate of sliced up peaches, as well as a dose of medicine and a glass of water. He set them down on top of his bedside table, and then reached over and paused the episode of Monkey King the Animated Series that was playing on his laptop. He carefully picked up said laptop and brought it over to the wall to plug it in. With that done, he went back to the bed and gently shook his mentor awake.

"Mmmn....Kid?" Wukong slurred, clearly not 100% awake.

"Yeah, it's me." MK said, "I"ve got some peach slices for you to eat, and some medicine to take."

Wukong accepted the peach slices and medicine surprisingly easily, taking the medicine before starting to eat.

"Y'know..." MK said, "Earlier, you mentioned that you'd never tried medicine before. So like, what do you normally do when you're sick?"

"Go to sleep for 3 days and don't wake up until it's all over." Wukong mumbled around a piece of peach. MK gave him a deadpan look.

"Monkey King that's a coma." He said. Wukong snorted in response.

"It's only a coma if I can't wake up."

"No, I'm pretty sure sleeping for 3 days straight is genuinely considered a coma."

"Whatever." Wukong mumbled, yawning. He'd finished the peaches. MK sighed as Wukong flopped back down onto the bed, rolling over so that his back was facing him. MK silently pulled the blankets over top of the Monkey King, quietly amused at how Wukong's tail didn't quite fit in under them, and was left dangling off the side of the bed, swinging back and forth.

"Goodnight Monkey King." MK said.

" 'Night, kid." Wukong responded, and with that, MK turned off the light and left the room, leaving Wukong under what was at this point a practical mountain of blankets, alone.

---

MK woke up.

It was dark out, no sign of the sun at all. One quick glance at the clock in the living room revealed the time to be 3 AM. MK usually didn't have any problems sleeping, so what could've woken-

He saw something move in the corner of his eye.

Still half asleep, MK jumped off the couch, summoning the staff into his hand as he whirled around-

Only to be confronted with nothing but shadows.

....Huh.

Must've just been his eyes playing tricks on him.

Leaning his staff up against the wall, MK leaned down to pick up his stuffed monkey, (which had fallen off the couch when he'd jumped up), when he heard it.

A small whimper, from his bedroom.

Oh.

So that's what had woken him up.

Holding his stuffie in his arms, MK walked over to his bedroom, activating his golden vision in order to see better in the dark.

What he saw was pretty much what he should've expected.

Wukong had kicked off most of his blankets, and was partially curled up, shaking, with his tail thrashing wildly.

He was having a nightmare. Or, well, it was probably a fever dream in this case, but still. MK had to wake him up. He knelt down by the bed and gently shook Wukong's shoulder.

"Monkey King?" He said, "Monkey King, wake up."

No response.

".....C'mon, Wukong wake up."

Hearing his actual name seemed to rouse him.

".....Kid?" He asked. There were leftover tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Yeah it's me." MK said, softly, "You okay?"

"M'fine."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" MK asked. Wukong curled up a little more.

"It's nothing you'd understand, kid." He mumbled. MK supposed that made sense. Wukong had been alive for a long time after all, there was sure to be no end to things he had seen, or knows, that MK could never hope to comprehend.

"...Okay." MK said. "Do you just wanna go back to sleep."

All he got in response in a nod.

Now, as stated, MK knew that Wukong didn't want to talk about... whatever his nightmare had been about. But MK couldn't just leave without doing something to help.

...He looked at his stuffie.

"...Monkey King?" A hum, Wukong was listening. MK held up his stuffed monkey. "I think I'm gonna leave this little guy here with you."

Now that got Wukong to sit up a little, tail fluffing up a bit in surprise.

"...Don't you always sleep with him though?" Wukong asked, as MK placed the stuffie into his arms. "Kid, you don't have to-"

"It's fine." MK said, giving his mentor a smile. "I've slept without him before, I'll be fine. Besides, I think you need his services more than I do tonight."

Wukong couldn't seem to come up with any sort of argument for that, so he simply laid back down in the bed, pulling the blankets up over his head and curling up around the little stuffed monkey. Job done, MK left the room, going into the kitchen to get a glass of water before heading back to bed.

....Huh. That was weird.

Was there one more peach basket than there'd been before?

MK narrowed his eyes at it for a moment, before shrugging it off, figuring he must've just miscounted the amount of peach baskets Mei had brought, and went back to the couch to sleep, leaving the peach basket with the purple bow undisturbed.

---

The next day was mostly uneventful. True to his statement of typically just sleeping the sickness off, Wukong slept for most of the day, only waking up when MK woke him to get him to eat, drink, or have a dose of medicine. MK would be concerned about this, but it did seem that the sleep was actively doing Wukong some good, he was starting to look much better, so MK let it be.

There was other matters he had to take care of.

When Pigsy closed the shop for lunch, he nearly jumped out of his skin when he turned to see MK standing behind him, glaring.

"Uh, MK, what's up?" He asked, awkwardly. MK just kept glaring.

"Call over Tang and Sandy, now." MK said, before sitting down at one of the tables to wait. "It's about time we had that talk."

It took an unsurprisingly short amount of time for Tang and Sandy to arrive. MK waited until they were all seated.

"So." He started, but he was interrupted by Pigsy.

"Look, MK, I know we should've told you about who we were-"

"Oh! Oh you definitely should have." MK said, "I can't believe you guys just didn't tell me that you were on the Journey to the West. But that's not important right now. What's important, is that there is a sick Monkey King in my apartment who thinks you guys are dead, and I would like an explanation as to why."

"Well," Tang started, "We haven't seen him in over 300 years-"

"I told you two we should've left a note that one time." Sandy mumbled, calmly petting Mo. Pigsy sighed.

"Look kid, we tried to interact with him, believe me we did!" He said, "But every time we tried he either wasn't around or had just left. It is ridiculously hard to catch the damn monkey when he doesn't want to be caught."

MK nodded slowly.

"....Okay." He said, "I... suppose that makes sense."

He stood up.

"Tomorrow, if Monkey King is feeling better, which I'm guessing he will, you guys will be having a talk with him." MK said, walking away from the table to go back up the stairs to his apartment. He paused on the first step, turning slightly to say over his shoulder, "Just to be clear by the way. I'm still mad at you. Expect a 1 week business period before I forgive you."

"....Yeah that's fair." Tang said.

And with that, MK went back up the stairs, leaving the three immortals to anxiously contemplate how the next day's conversation would go.

---

As MK had guessed, Wukong was feeling a lot better the next day. He was actually awake, and the fever had definitely gone down, at least as far as MK could tell. Overall, he seemed to be doing a lot better.

...Which meant it was time for a conversation MK wasn't entirely sure would end well.

"Monkey King, I need you to stay right here, okay?" MK said, gesturing at the couch Wukong was currently sitting on. Wukong let out a confused laugh.

"Might I ask as to why?" He said.

"You'll see."

"...Okay then?"

MK turned to go down the stairs, to get the other three members of this conversation, before pausing, suddenly thinking of something he remembered hearing in one of the stories about the Journey to the West. Turning, he grabbed a paint brush from his desk, dipped it in some white paint, and proceeded to draw a circle around the couch where Wukong sat. Wukong watched him do this in barely contained amusement.

"You will stay here." MK said, just for emphasis, as he finished the circle.

"I heard you the first time, kid." Wukong said, laughter in his voice. MK gave him an 'I'm watching you' look, before finally going down the stairs. Wukong, true to his word, stayed inside the circle.

...When MK came back up the stairs with his friends Pigsy, Tang, and Sandy though, Wukong kinda wished he'd just left after he woke up like he'd planned. Those three just reminded him too much.... of them.

MK, seeing the look on Wukong's face, sighed.

"Okay, let's just get this over with, because I doubt there's any way to do this gently." He said, "Monkey King, these three are Pigsy, Tang, and Sandy, and they are also the ones who were with you on the Journey to the West. And before you ask, yes, they do remember you."

Wukong's mind stopped as those words registered in his brain.

The Monkey King went a whole minute without speaking, during which Tang shifted from foot to foot nervously, Pigsy pointedly didn't look him in the eyes, Sandy patiently continued to pet his cat, and MK just looked entirely done with the whole situation.

"Uh, MK?" Tang eventually said, "I think you might've broken him."

That one sentence was enough to break Wukong's stupor.

".....Is it really them?" He asked, sounding like he was on the verge of breaking down into tears. Pigsy gave a gruff sigh, but didn't respond, so MK rolled his eyes, and casually shoved Pigsy next to the couch.

"....Yes, it's us you dumb monkey." Pigsy said, and that was all it took for Wukong to break down crying jumping off the couch and tackle hugging Pigsy to the ground, tail swinging. Tang immediately went to Pigsy's rescue, trying to pry Wukong off of him before Wukong could accidentally suffocate him, but ended up also getting dragged into the hug by the monkey. Sandy didn't hesitate to join the hug himself, squeezing the other three as tight as possible, before setting them down gently onto the couch. MK figured he'd better leave the four of them alone for a moment, and went into the kitchen to make them some tea.

"Where have you guys been?" Wukong finally asked, laying on top of Pigsy and Tang's laps, his tail curled around Sandy's arm. "I thought you all were dead."

"So we've heard." Pigsy mumbled, before speaking louder. "Truthfully, Wukong, we did try to interact with you these past 300 years, but we just never could seem to find you. So we stopped trying."

"Why?" Wukong asked.

"We kinda... thought you might be upset with us?" Tang said, "We figured you were avoiding us on purpose, and that you'd come and interact with us again once you'd calmed down a bit."

"Why wouldn't you try harder to find me, to ask what was wrong?"

"Would you want to deal with you while you're mad?" Pigsy asked.

"....Touché." Wukong said, and there was a moment of silence between the four of them, in which Sandy's cat crawled unto Wukong's chest, and Wukong started petting it.

"..You know." He said, "I'm really glad you guys are alive. Being alone... wasn't really all that fun."

"We're glad you're doing okay too, you damn monkey." Pigsy said.

It was at this point that MK came out of the kitchen, carrying a tray with five cups of peach tea, and a plate of peach slices.

"You guys done with the emotional experience?" He asked, setting the tray down on the coffee table. "Because I've got a ton of peaches that aren't going to eat themselves."

"Ooh! Don't mind if I do!" Wukong said, quickly picking up the plate of peach slices to hoard them all to himself, which got him a light smack on the head from Pigsy, telling him to share his food, or he'd get out the rake.

Wukong just laughed in response.

He didn't care.

He had his family back.

#Monkie Kid #fanfic #my writing #its midnight as im posting this lol

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rynhaswritersblock · 4 years

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tiktok famous (hc) - part three | p.p.

summary: you and peter doing various tiktok trends. y'all know the deal

warnings: ultra chaotic writing (i have nine other drafts forgive me i am a tad bit stressed), cussing as always, and HOPEFULLY GOOD WRITING??? oh and yes as always peter being Babey

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- HI!!!!!! BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE TIKTOK HCS!!!!!!!

- i got a few requests/ideas from y'all for more tiktoks so here we are

- tbh since so many new trends are constantly coming out i might just make this a whole ass SERIES but we'll see

- who knows if i can even handle that

- btw:: if i forgot one or there's one you really want me to write you can comment it and i'll try to add it to this!!! if it's too long since posted though i'll add it to my drafts <3

- OKAY TIME FOR CHAOTIC ENERGY

- as mentioned in past versions of this series

- tiktok dances are ADDICTIVE!!!

- and you literally broke a goddamn sweat learning supalonely but we're NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT IT

- and you and peter are hanging out one day

- and as all of these ideas happen

- you get ~inspired~ by the for you page

- you set up the camera, flipping it so that it's facing peter and not you

- the lil shit hasn't even noticed that you got up yet what a poop

- but as soon as the music starts playing he raises his head

- you're doing the supalonely dance like a fucking BOSS

- all while pretending to be looking at yourself in the camera

- you don't let yourself stare at the screen so you don't get distracted

- but

- of course

- peter is nodding his beat to the beat, clapping for you, and when you to the body roll thing on "drinking" he lets out a whoop that makes you wheeze

- when you finish you laugh, letting out a sigh and grabbing your phone

"not gonna lie, you ate that."

"i know."

- you sit back down next to him, heart rate in da Clouds, and start watching the video

- petey boi is just sitting there like a puppy, crooked smile on his face as he watches you

- in a few parts he's even doing the dance with you

- and he looks so in awe

- you can't stop watching it and smiling at the screen

- but then the fucker sits down next to you and is like "you should post that it was really good"

- so you show him it

- his face gets all red bc he's babey

"you were videoing me??"

- OKAY NEXT ONE

- so i think we all know the rosa videos

- for the b99 fans: rosa rosa rosaaaaaaaaaaaa

- she's a QUEEN

- and you constantly quote those things like

- every time there's a silent moment you're just like "you're fucking lying let me see" and the whole team (avengers squad) is like ayo stfu

- one day y'all are just hanging in the commons of headquarters

- we're getting the band back together!

- and you start videoing cause you're bored

- you point the camera at peter

"aye dude come here?"

- everybody groans and peter gives the camera a sassy look, tilting his head

"you're gay? i fuckin-"

"language," steve mutters

"-knew it dude!" you smile, zooming in on the camera

- peter gets a confused look on his face

"wait no i'm bi"

- tony effin SHOOTS UP

- sitting like there's a goddamn board in his back

- and he slowly turns his head in your direction

- eyebrow raised

- you bust out laughing and so does everyone else, including peter

- tony's looking around like "hey what the FUCK is HAPPENING"

"stark, you didn't know?"

"NO??"

- lol we stan bi peter parker

- aight BACK TO THE SHITS AND GIGGLES

- so you and peter are obsessed with that quirky tiktok bartender girl who makes all the drinks

- i forgot her name but she's like

we're gonna do 2 ounces so that's 1, 2, 3, 4! we're gonna give it a nice strain! andddd shake shake shake shake! fun, right?

- yk what i mean

- hi it's editing ryn it's her tiktok is like paradise bartender

- and so one day

- jk one NIGHT

- it's like 2 am

- and you and peter are like

- let's make lemonade. but like. Fake Alcohol Version Because We're Underage

- and so y'all run to the kitchen

- you almost crush and die from slipping on your socks

- the two of you and laughing and giggling as you run and around and get all your materials

"where is the fucking STRAINER"

"bitch idk help me find the lemon flavor packets"

- it takes FAR too long but y'all are finally ready

- you start recording and the two of you are already laughing

"hey guys so today-"

"TODAY" he pushes you to the side "we're gonna be making LEMONADE!"

- the two of you keep laughing as you shove each other trying to be the one in charge

- so basically

- peter gets water all over the counter

- some of the ice flies out when you shake it

- the strainer DOESN'T WORK AND ALL THE STUFF GETS EVERYWHERE

- and the small amount that lands in the cup tastes like whispering lemon

- like hella watered down there's like nothing there

- the lemon is SHY

- and then in the last 10 seconds of the video bucky walks in

- and he's like wtf... wait y'all are making lemonade??

- and the three of you end up making lemonade for real and drinking it while watching infomercials

- at two in the morning

- fun, right?

- those videos are so satisfying NEXT TIKTOK

- thank u ritxal for the idea !!

- so our boi PETE HERE

- is hella addicted to those cool pov videos

- and he gets a really good idea even though it would make him a SIMP

- he ends up deciding FUCK IT I'M MAKING ONE

- MY TIKTOK ACCOUNT IS PRIVATE ANYWAYS

- so he sets up his phone and jumps around to get ~~in the zone~~

- feeling stupid as hell

- he films one of those ones where it's the "from the other side" *noise!!!!!!!!* one's yk where the ppl are like "are you sure you want to __?" and it has the yes and no buttons

- you know

- i hope

- and he puts the text on it and shrugs, posting it

- meanwhile you're home and you get the notification that peter posted a tiktok

- obviously you click on it because

- uh

- because

- and you watch it and gasp because the caption says pov and ur like who tf is this man peter never posts povs

- you watch as peter is looking nervously at the camera and text pops up saying "are you sure you want to give up?"

- he presses yes and you're like oh god oh peter wait is this a sign shit FUCK

- a new text bubble pops up saying "do you want to see her?" and you fucking yeLP

- you're like holy FUCK WAIT WHO IS HER???? WIFE???? DAUGHTER?????? HUH!!!!!!!

- and then he presses yes

- and the screen goes black

- you see urself in the screen

- and you basically DIE

- a wheeze so hard that it hurts flies out of your mouth and you IMMEDIATELY PRESS DUET

- you start filming with your phone facing the ceiling and as the beat drops (or whatever when it's like ahhhh!) you pop onto the screen, smiling

- and you're like RANDOM CONFIDENCE BOOST WHATEVER POST

- and then BACK TO PETER'S PLACE

- HE GETS THE NOTIFICATION AND IS LIKE WHAT

- AND WHEN HE SEES YOU POP ONTO THE SCREEN HE'S LIKE HOLY FUCK

- AND SO HE FACETIMES YOU

- YOU ANSWER OBVI

"y/n what the hell"

"did you like it?"

"maybe"

- okay i wanna do another pov one so here we go

- i'm sure everyone here is acquainted with the "they call me tiago.. i don't know who's margo" ones

- these are lowkey difficult to write out so i'm just gonna lay it out for you as best i can

- really trying here

- so peter posts the boy's voice part ("no no no... they call me tiago. i don't know who's margo? i just hit this lotto" etc etc etc)

- and when it's like idk who's margo he just holds a stare with the camera in like an InTiMiDaTiNg way

- even though he's babey and a literal puppy it actually like.. works

- and when you see it you're like yes so you post the other part (that people never do lol "her name is margo" etc all the female voicing)

- and you hold the stare too and EVEN LIKE RAISE YOUR EYEBROW SUGGESTIVELY AND GIVE HIM THE LOOK IYKYK

- so BASICALLY

- i'm really trying here i can visualize these tiktoks perfectly but GOD if i don't struggle a bit while writing them

PETER'S CAPTION: pov: we're rivals on separate missions but you keep screwing with my plans so i try to intimidate you

Y/N'S CAPTION: pov: we're rivals on separate missions but i found you cute so i decide to mess around with your mission

- OH BY THE WAY THE TWO OF YOU LIVE AT AVENGERS HEADQUARTERS AND HE POSTED "YESTERDAY" SO YOU DECIDE TO POST "TODAY" AND WALK OUT OF YOUR ROOM TO WHERE HE WAS IN THE COMMONS RIGHT AFTER YOU POSTED

- can y'all tell how messy my brain is holy shit

- pls forgive me i keep getting random ideas but IT ADDS TO THE CHAOS SO IT'S FINE RIGHT

- OKAY

- BACK AGAIN

- so you post and walk out and as you turn the corner to the commons you can hear the sound play and have to stop a moment to silently scream

- thankfully no one else was in there except for peter (whose back was to you) otherwise you woulda looked INSANE

- you walk up behind him and smile as he laughs slightly and watches it another time, pulling his phone closer to his face to read the caption

"holy shit," he mutters

- he closes his eyes and smiles and tilts his head back, resting it on the back of the couch (🥺)

"you like it?"

- lol

- this kid SHOOTS UP

- HELLO

"oh my god, y/n, what are you doing"

"coming to hang out with you??"

- he sighs as you come and plop down next to him

"what the hell is this"

- he shows you his phone

"a tiktok"

- he smiles and shakes his head (doing that thing where you like look down while doing it and it's so CUTE)

"yeah. i got that."

- NEXT TIKTOK

- alright guess the scenario

- just fucking guess

- i'll wait

- ...

- you'd best BELIEVE that y'all are chilling at headquarters in the commons rn

- where da HELL ELSE

- and

- like LITERALLY EVERY OTHER TIKTOK THAT I WRITE OUT IN THESE

- YOU AND PETE BE CHILLIN

- AND YOU SET UP YOUR PHONE

- god i'm starting to question if i'm capable of writing literally anything else damn

- peter's in the background of course

- and it's this godforsaken audio i'm sure most of you have heard

- you know the one where it's like fast music and then it goes "mm, yeah" and it's usually accompanied with a video of some really pretty girl fake moaning and like rolling her eyes while pushing up her hair??

- well

- all of that

- everything i just said

- is exactly what you do

- and the thing is

- as soon as peter hears the audio he recognizes it

- are we gonna talk about the fact that peter probably spent at least a whole night watching those videos because 1) girls are really pretty and 2) every time he heard it he could vividly imagine you doing it??????? no??? okay

- so he like

- sits up

- does the thing where he rests his forearms on his knees and leans forward, glaring at you through the camera

- and in the background

- if you're paying attention

- peter FLIPS HIS SHIT WHEN YOU DO THE "MM YEAH" PART

- he tHROWS HIS ARMS IN THE AIR LIKE WHAT THE HELL DUDE I THOUGHT I GAVE YOU SIGNS THAT EVEN THOUGH WE'RE NOT A COUPLE AND WE BOTH KNOW YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE OUT OF SPITE,, DOING SOMETHING LIKE THAT ON VIDEO IS ABSOLUTELY OFF LIMITS!!!!!!!

"Y/N!"

- it's still recording and you turn around and laugh, throwing your head back as he jumps up and grabs you by the waist, pulling you in

- the two of you start play fighting just like elio and oliver from cmbyn (but a bit less steamy yk?? more innocent yet still w a bit of tension yeye)

- needless to say you keep that video in a very special place of your heart

- and so does peter like once the two of you stop wrestling you realize that the video had just been looping behind the sound of your laughter and fighting y'all watch it and it loops a few times while the two of you are silent and he finally goes "can you uh. can you send that. to me. ???????"

- next oneeeeeeeeeeeeee

- thank u lilmissquackson for the idea <3

- so in this one you and petey are dating

- and y'all decide to do the put a finger down challenge lol

- but instead of using an audio y'all decide to switch off coming up with ones on the spot

"put a finger down if your boyfriend tackles you every time you're standing near a couch or bed"

"put a finger down if your girlfriend still calls you dude"

"put a finger down if your boyfriend once webbed you to the wall because you wouldn't stand still when he was trying to kiss you"

"put a finger down if your girlfriend used her telepathic powers to keep you out of her room when she was mad at you"

"put a finger down if your boyfriend took TWO YEARS TO ASK YOU OUT"

"put a finger down if your girlfriend started laughing after you told her you liked her"

"put a finger down if you only started laughing because it TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH"

"put a finger down if your girlfriend showed no signs of liking you before you decided to ask her out"

"put a finger down if your boyfriend is the most oblivious boy in the world"

"put a finger down if you're in love with your girlfriend but haven't said 'i love you' yet because you're scared she won't say it back"

- your jaw drops and turn to him

- needless to say you were very glad to have caught your first "i love you"s on camera

- SIDE NOTE you did not post cause after you and peter watched the video back y'all were both like "we don't wanna be THOSE bitches"

- next one woop

- thank u MrsLillianAmbrose for the idea !!

- okay buds

- so here's the thing

- i hate to under-perform

- but i feel like the best way to get the full effect of this tiktok is to watch it and then just roll with me here

- SOOOOO (if u can)

1) open tiktok 2) search @_tharealjohnnyyy_ 3) go to his account (or it might just show up when you search) 4) and scroll to the "ways to cuddle" video 5) it was posted in february 2020 if that helps give u a time reference lol

- OKAY

- I HOPE Y'ALL GOT TO WATCH IT

- I TRIED JUST PUTTING IT IN HERE BUT WATTPAD WOULDN'T LET ME AND I COULDN'T FIND IT ON YOUTUBE (let me know if one of u does!!!)

- if u weren't able to watch it (i'm so sorry) i'm gonna do the best i can to at least make this entertaining

- WOOP

- so if you could see the tiktok that's really all this is

- you and peter doing literally the same thing

- y'all are giggling in between positions and peter struggles to set the camera up every time it falls

- he ends up just webbing it to the ceiling

- and in the end the two of you fall asleep in the reverse OG position with your fingers playing with his hair 🥰🥰

- i hope that was good enough im sorry AH

- next!!

- thank u Mendesmycam for the idea <33

- okay so y'all know that sound

SOMETHING ABOUT YA GORLL

REALLY MAKES MY HEADDDD WANNA TWIRLLLLLLLLLL

- or whatever the lyrics are

- those tiktoks are SO FUNNY

- AND YOU DECIDE TO COPY THEM

- so you grab a chair and sit peter down in the middle of the room and set the camera up

- luckily for you he has a bag of cheez-its in hand that you plan to utilize later

- babey has a confused look on his face as he watches you press play and he shoves some more cheez-its in his mouth

- the music starts playing and you just about bust out laughing as you walk all around him, running your hand across his chest

- his heart is racing he's like AYO WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN ON

"y/n what the hell are you-"

SOMETHING ABOUT YOU GIRL

- you practically snap into a weird position

- ur freaking arms are out in front of you and you're on your toes and knees are bent and you're hunched over and it's like

- a very interesting pose

- peter BUSTS OUT LAUGHING

- his eyes are all crinkly as he bends over in the chair

- you just about break but you manage to keep a straight face as you start dancing around weirdly

- needless to say you look like a goddamn CONTORTIONIST

- peter can't stop wheezing

- you make one of your hands in the shape of like the italian man hand this iykyk and fucking SWAN DIVE YOUR FINGERS INTO HIS CHEEZ-IT BAG

- meanwhile peter's STILL DYING

- and you take the cheezits and lean back, sprinkling them all over you (like the popcorn one if you saw that tiktok lmao)

- and the video finally ends and you get to laugh

"y/n what the hell was that"

"i don't know i thought you might enjoy a little entertainment"

- and of course

- that's exactly when no other than SAM WILSON fucking strolls in

- hey how y'all doin'- AHHH (get yo fucking dog bitch! ~it don't bite~ YES IT DO GET YO-)

- sorry got distracted

- and he hears you and his head SPINS ON OVER TO Y'ALL'S DIRECTION

"a little what now?"

- AIGHT GUYS

- LAST ONE

- Y'ALL ARE AT HEADQUARTERS CAUSE WHERE DA HECK ELSE

- this time you're in peter's room though

- and i'd like to imagine this one with the cool led lights because 1) tiktok and 2) i feel like peter would have those in his room

- y'all are just chilling watching hot rod (GREAT MOVIE BTW)

- and

- peter sets up the camera

- not to mention his heart is RACING RN CAUSE HE'S A NERVOUS BEAN

- and he hits record and leans back, letting out a sigh

- you don't even notice his phone literally right there cause you're just enjoying the movie

- a few seconds into the video and petey is like Visibly Freaking Out

- but a funny part plays and you laugh, looking over at him to see if he found it funny too

- he notices you're turning your head so he's like YES I LOOK AT TV HOT ROD MOVIE I AM LOOKING THAT WAY AND WASN'T STARING AT YOU OR THE CAMERA YES THIS IS A FUNNY PART I AM LAUGHING

- and then you look away

- and then he looks at you

- and ever so lightly grabs you by the chin

- and pulls you to him and plants his lips on yours

- finally, dumbass

+ + +

huzzah

i hope u guys enjoyed !!!!!!! ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

#peter parker #tom holland #peter parker imagines #marvel #mcu #spiderman #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #fanfic #fluff #writing #peter #parker #thomas holland

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anxiety-trademark · 3 years

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The week in review:

Raw 10/12 NXT 10/14 NXT UK 10/15 Smackdown 10/16

Raw:

Love that Dana and Mandy now have a theme, but drop the “Mandy” intro.

So they’re saying Miz is the reason these 2 were traded over before the draft?

Unfair nitpick: Mandy deserves to wear all the Gucci she wants, but I’m a little irritated because that’s Charlotte’s thing. I’m an idiot, I know.

I appreciate that wwe is taking this new team serious enough to give them a platform to work out any pre-teaming kinks.

Mandy doing real decent mic work. Especially compared to Lana and Dana. Good for her.

Dana needs to work on her speed.

I like the way Mandy went into that armdrag by hitting the ropes first. Point.

*Dana pins Lana*; *Mandy climbs halfway through the ropes like she might interrupt* ???

Mandy can be a decent face, why not. She’s a little bland rn but it’s a work in progress.

Like the knee strike by Mandy into the senton by Dana, especially off Mandy’s shoulders. Fine finisher.

Lol Nattie mad Lana lost them the match again. Ma’am tbf you get taken out by a punch and then crumple up into a ball far too often.

“Are you really that stupid” in kf I kinda get splitting them up, but in a meta sense, Nattie was the perfect partner for Lana.

Zelina: “Alexa Quinn seems to have a little bit of an identity crisis going on [...] she’s a joke to me,” Why do you care about Alexa Bliss? Cuz she’s cute and psychotic and makes me fear for my life, as she should for you too.

“Twisted union” omg they did dual Sister Abigails. See Zelina you should’ve just sat there and ate your food.

Zelina ran her mouth about Alexa, so Fiend accompanied Alexa in an ambush and they took out Zelina and her client together. This is precious, I love this story. Love that Fiend will do Alexa’s bidding just the same. Points.

Fitting to make Nia and Shayna the 2 hated ones in the battle royal. Still love their dynamic.

Sexy Muscles Friends rekt by Nia. Shame.

Nia is so fucking funny. Sees all of the women looking at her with fire in their eyes, and she’s like, “just breathe” before they stampede on over.

Lmfao Nia eliminated in part by Shayna. I can’t stop laughing.

WELP RIP LANA. I know who’s winning this one now.

Not an ounce of me cares about Drew and Randy brawling.

Wise of Lacey to use Nikki’s tornado ddt attempt to set her over the rope. She gets a point.

Good for Bianca getting the elimination over Shayna. Deep history there.

Love seeing Riott Squad evade each other in the ring. This spot was totally planned, but it’s still great.

Lana won by eliminating Nattie lmfao. I hate that she won cuz wow that’s an awful challenger for Asuka, but that’s hilarious karma.

Again I don’t fucking care about Drew or Randy, bye.

Highlight: Alexa & Fiend wrecking Zelina & Andrade

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NXT:

I mean Ember should definitely be in nxt, that’s where she’ll shine. She was spinning her wheels as a mere spot monkey on the MR. If she learns how to do promos, maybe she can try up on the MR again in the future.

*The Garganos plan to overcome all odds* No.

Rhea may not own the place but she owns the division. Io may be champion but Rhea is the obvious standout. Sorry bout it.

I liked that. Challenge is made in the pc by Raquel, Rhea overhears it, and they decide to fight then and there before being held back by officials. I approve of this segment. Points.

The disrespect shown to Shotzi’s helmet. Whew what a bitch lol.

Love the block to Candice’s neckbreaker, hate how long it took Shotzi to kick Candice. Full second wasted.

Ugly suicide dive. Didn’t feel impactful whatsoever.

lol kicked out at one. Candice said fuck your suicide dive. Fair.

Candice and her sorry ass attempt at her discount Natural Selection EVERY SINGLE MATCH SHE FIGHTS IN infuriates me. Negative 3 points.

Candice’s entire demeanor isn’t buyable. Her and her slow, methodical bs style. She’d be eaten alive on the MR.

Good counter by Candice. There are high risk moves that Shotzi needs to not do on random tv matches.

Haha Shotzi kicked out of the backstabber and springboard moonsault. Good.

That moonsault is absolutely not textbook. Io’s is textbook. Lacey’s is textbook. Charlotte’s is textbook. All of them can do the backflip part perfectly aligned and straight. Candice’s is ugly as sin in comparison, only difference is hers is a springboard.

*sigh* okay so if you want to built a repertoire between Indi and Candice, having Indi give her brass knuckles to help her win the match is great. But ffs Candice, after you pop Shotzi on the apron, fucking THROW THEM DOWN ON THE GROUND and then go for the cover. How awkward, watching her hold her arm behind her back for 2 friggin minutes before giving them back to Indi. Mk.

So Toni’s entire repackage is literally JUST new music and calling herself a heel?

GREAT neckbreaker by Aliyah.

Sure whatever. Anyway.

Highlight: Raquel & Rhea pc segment

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NXT UK:

I don’t know what’s worse; watching a long match of nothing but wrist locks and rest holds, or watching the competitors become exhausted from doing nothing but wrist locks and rest holds.

This is wrestling with no ropes, no turnbuckles, and no running allowed.

I remember once in 2019, people said Piper Niven is what wwe wants Nia Jax to be, but 10x better. You know what Nia Jax does well? Comedy. She understands how to be an entertainer. She understands how to perform in the ring without busting out that sweet workrate. Nia Jax found her niche, and that’s why she has a title rn. Piper Niven has not. In the spirit of fairness as well, the pandemic has not treated a lot of these women kindly, and it’s apparent to me that Piper has supremely suffered from it.

This makes me want to go watch Sasha vs Nia 2019. That’s how you make an intriguing match utilizing the difference in size between competitors.

Lol so Piper is in the corner, Isla hops up onto the turnbuckle in the opposite side of the ring, Piper slowly walks over and stops a mere 2 feet from where Isla is crouching up top, and then just stands there until Isla hits a meteora. Lmao. This should’ve been 3 mins with zero wrist locks. Anyway.

Highlight: the ending sequence by Piper was fine

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Smackdown:

Great video hyping up Bianca. It’s cool to see how highly wwe rates her. Hopefully they take their time with her, because there’s still some things she needs to work on in the ring, but she has the full package imo. Just needs more time to cook.

It’s interesting how it worked out that Sasha became the queen of Hell in a Cell.

Bayley’s such an asshole, I love her so much.

“...which I did ALL BY MYSELF by the way,” lmfao PLEASE. That shit would have been gone at Wrestlemania had it not been for Sasha.

To be fucking fair, it’s buyable for Bayley to be overly paranoid and believe Sasha turning on her was inevitable, considering Sasha HAS been eyeing that title since 2019. She still stayed loyal though, Bayley. Could’ve let some nobody win it off you and then take it from them herself... but she didn’t.

The execution isn’t the best, but the points that Sasha is bringing to the table are valid. Problem is they went over 2016, 2017... and skipped to the tag titles in 2019. Y’all had ISSUES in 2018 lmao but it’s fine, we’ll pretend it never happened. Probably for the best. 6 month build that amounted to nothing other than a brilliant one liner of, “YOU AIN’T SHIT SASHA”

Lmao Bayley refusing to sign it. Bahahaha. Sasha should be calling her a chicken shit lesbireal. Coward isn’t strong enough.

Highlight: Bayley being a delusional asshole

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*Raw shined the brightest this week thanks to Alexa and the battle royal.

#wwe #issa review #feel free to ignore these #cuz who tf cares lesbihonest #today's props goes to:#alexa bliss

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lovrodney · 6 years

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Never a Dull Night - Jay Park

This is for BigbangVIP94!

Request: Well, I would love for them to be best friends (Both of them are known) they work at aomg but everybody knows they should go out together because the way they look at each other or stuff tells more than that, so Simon and the others tease them all the time :") after that they go to the club and somebody wants to dance with her so he takes her hands and he steals her and stuff..XD angst starts and then jay follows them idk but he kicks his ass. ALL the teasing of their mates makes them embarrassed but secretly like it . (Simon knows about their feelings both), and she is so beautiful that they ask him how he doesn't fall for her seeing how close they are, and seeing that he knows her from Seattle!... Of course Jay! Haha. And I would love for Gray and Simon to be the main Teasing asses (sorry haha) Can I add up some stuff to it, it kinda just fell in my head rn, I would want them to be shocked while handling a french business with perfect french.. then they tease jay about him missing the perfect woman hahaha I would want them to end up with each other, can her name be Lea? Or Naya?

Naya and Jay should totally go out! They would be suuuuuuuch a cute couple!

Have you seen Naya and Jay lately?! They just need to get together already!

Nomination for the couple that needs to happen: Jay Park and Naya

Did you see that way that Jay looks at Naya?!?! It makes my heart melt! I wish a guy could look at me like that…

Jay + Naya = Jaya

Comments like these continued to roll in on social media from your last public stage with the AOMG artists. Scrolling through your phone, you couldn’t help but smile seeing all of the scenarios and thoughts that different people had on the topic. Tapping on the picture that they were all commenting on, you zoomed in to find you and Jay. With Jay standing behind you, his eyes lovingly lingering on you while you stood in front of him completely oblivious to the secret admirer. Saving the picture to your phone, curling a smile onto your lips, a text message showed up on the top notification bar of your phone.

Are you doing anything later? - Jay

Your lips pulled back further to show your teeth hidden behind your pink lips. Tapping your calendar app on your phone, you found the date and looked through all of the events and tasks that you had completed for the day. Upon further investigation of your schedule you discovered the rare event that you had the evening completely free.

Nope! It’s a miracle! Replying to Jay, you went back to read a few more comments before another text rolled in.

Gray, Simon and I are heading out to a club, would you like to tag along? - Jay

That would be great!

Can I come and get you in a half an hour?- Jay

That’d be perfect!!!

Rising from your spot on the couch, you slipped your phone into your back pocket while you made your way to your bedroom to change.

“So… what did she say?!” Gray questioned, seeing a smile set on Jay’s face

“Looks like it isn’t just us tonight” Jay lifted his eyes from his phone to see Gray and Simon both give a nod of approval.

“You should probably get ready, Romeo” Simon nudged Jay’s shoulder while Jay’s grew with an increasing tint of red.

“Yeah we are leaving in thirty minutes” Gray added as Jay shook his head, trying to shake the smile that tried to spread onto his lips.

“Alright, just don’t leave without me” Jay rose from the couch, slipping his phone into his right front pocket of his jeans while he climbed over the long limbs of his friends.

“Well we might, if you don’t hurry” Gray called after Jay, his eyes following Jay to his room before the door blocked off all vision he had of Jay.

Thumbing through the clothes in his closet, he settled on a simple yet classy look. Lifting his eyes from the grey toes of his socks, blue jeans fit his legs perfectly while the bottom hem of his white t shirt brushed over the top of his pockets. A grey plaid shirt infused with just the right amount of blue covered most of the white t shirt underneath. Taking in a deep breath, he lifted his hand and ran his fingers through his hair as he let his eyes wander over his outfit.

“Well this is as good as it gets” He sighed in hope that it would be enough to impress you.

“Yo, are you coming?” Simon knocked on Jay’s door.

“Yeah, I’ll be right out” Jay glaced at his reflection once more. Slipping his feet into a pair of black skater shoes, he trotted out of his room trying to catch up with the other two heading out of the front door.

Grabbing the keys to his car, he made sure his wallet was in his back pocket before closing the front door behind him. Jogging out to his car, he watched his two roommates roll out of the parking lot. Waving to the two of them, he slipped behind the wheel and started his car to come and pick you up.

Pacing in front of the door, your heels clicked against the hardwood while your arms folded across your stomach. Thoughts raced through your mind one by one, before they eventually morphed into one.

A knock on the front door caused all of your wandering thoughts to vanish instantly. Snapping your head in the direction of the door, you slowly made your way over to the door. Peeking through the peephole, you saw Jay standing outside as his hands rubbed against the side of his jeans in a nervous manner. Flipping the locks on your door, you pulled open the door with ease as you greeted Jay with a smile.

Lifting his eyes from the tops of his shoes, he saw the cute black heels matching a beautiful black dress that hugged all of your curves with ease. A worn jean jacket covered your exposed arms as black straps from your dress crossed in front of your neck in a halter neck like fashion. Your hair was lightly curled and pulled back slightly.

“Hi Jay” You cooed sweetly taking in the handsome figure in front of you.

“Hi ______, it’s so nice to see you” Jay’s eyes met with yours as you couldn’t help but feel your heart leap slightly with the eye contact.

“So nice to see you as well, it really has been too long” You smiled as he chuckled nodding in agreement.

“You saw me the other day” Jay stepped back as you exited your apartment and closed the door behind you.

“Still, that is far too long. Besides, do you remember the last time when we actually went out and did something fun together?” You questioned glancing over at him as he walked beside you.

“Maybe like a month or two ago?” Jay thought back, trying to remember the last time the two of you hung out outside of work. “It has been far too long.”

“It has been, but thank you for inviting me tonight” You stepped out of the lobby into the cool air of the night while Jay held open the door then walked beside you once more.

“Of course, I am just glad that the other two allowed it” Jay chuckled as he opened the passenger door for you.

“Do you need permission from your friends to actually see me?” You teased him, knowing Simon and Gray extremely well.

“Apparently I do” Jay winked at you as you eased yourself into his passenger seat.

“You know you can grow up” You teased him with a smile, peering up at him.

“I just don’t want to leave Neverland, just yet” Closing the door, Jay’s words sang into the quiet cab before he slipped behind the wheel and turned the key hearing the sweet purr of the engine while his guages spun up before he was ready to drive.

“So does that make me Wendy?” You questioned, “You know, if you are Peter Pan… I kind of figured you as one of those Lost Boys.”

“Well If I am one of those Lost Boys then I have found my own Wendy, much prettier than the original” Jay glanced over at you showing you one of his classy smiles before pulling out of your parking lot and heading towards the city club.

Catching up with one another, the two of you picked up where the two of you had left off, not skipping a beat. With smiles, laughter and two hearts pounding happily with one another, Jay pulled into an empty parking spot as he twisted back his key, silencing his engine. Glancing over at you, you unbuckled yourself before turning your head to see Jay gazing at you.

“You know if you stare at something too long, you’ll break it” You teased, your eyes not leaving his once you caught his gaze.

“If this beautiful being breaks, I’ll just hug her tightly until she is put back together” Jay whispered as he allowed his eyes linger on yours for a moment longer before someone knocked on his window.

“You two coming or just going to waste time?” Gray teased seeing the two of you gazing endlessly into one another’s eyes.

“We’re coming” Jay called back as he opened his door to the two guys waiting outside.

“Didn’t want you two to get too comfortable with one another” Simon winked at Jay before he trotted around to the other side and opened your door for you.

“Thank you for the interruption” You teased Simon and Gray before rounding the car and standing next to Jay.

“Anytime! Now let’s go inside, they have been playing some great songs!” Gray wrapped his hand around your arm as he pulled you along.

“I’m coming” You trotted up next to him in your heels.

Entering into the dimly lit club, bright lights moved over the slightly smoky atmosphere while excitement began to pulse with the beat of the music.

“We should go to the bar first for a few drinks!” Gray suggested over the deafening music.

Simon nodded in agreement before Gray stepped down three stairs to the lowered floor. Slipping through the dense crowd, Simon followed Gray before you and Jay. Reaching the bar’s edge, Simon found a gap between the bystanders against the bar for the four of you. Gray pulled out a bar stool and sat with a content sigh while Simon followed soon after. Leaning up against the bullnose counter, Jay stood behind you as he leaned on his arm on the waterproof lacquered bar top.

“What can I get for you this evening?” A male bartender inquired as his hand worked a white towel around a small glass cradled in his other hand.

“Can I get a fireball” Gray ordered with a lift of his finger

“A Jagerbomb for me” Simon ordered his

“________, please” You rattled off your favorite alcoholic drink without a second thought

“Soju for me please” Jay was the last to order before the bartender turned away to fulfill the orders.

Gray spun on his bar stool for a moment before turning his gaze towards the dancing crowd and moving to the beat of the live DJ performing on the slightly raised stage that was against the back wall of the bar..

“Hey remember that time that you two got dared to dance on that table top at the company party?” Simon brought up the old memory from when they were trainees.

“We were dancing really well… but then someone just had to walk in and catch Jay’s eyes” Gray teased knowing very well that you were new to the company and just happened to walk past the table that Jay and Gray were dancing on.

“What can I say, I’m attracted to exotics” You tipped your head towards them earning an approved hum from each of the men around you.

“Here you are” The bartender arrived with the drinks and placed the correct drinks in front of you.

Once all of the drinks were placed in front of you, Gray and Simon lifted up their small shot glasses to the air. Lifting yours up with theirs, Jay joined knowing it was customary for those two to propose a toast before the night of fun commenced.

“To friendship, to another week of work, to surviving the past week” Simon offered up the toast this time as everyone cheered before clinking their glasses together.

Simon and Gray knocked down their shot in one gulp while you sipped yours and Jay took a small sip of his soju. Simon and Gray asked for a refill on their drinks as the conversations began to start up between the boys.

“Hey, we should go play darts, just like the old days” Simon suggested as Gray added his nod to try and convince Jay to do so.

Catching Jay’s head peer over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of your eyes, you lightly nodded letting him know that he should have some fun with the others. Allowing his gaze to linger on your beautiful, you could easily read the predicament lining his worried eyes. Nodding once more, you reassured him that you would be fine at the bar by yourself.

“I’m sure I’ll beat you both again” Jay pushed himself off of the bar leaving his half emptied glass by yours.

“What are the wagers?” Gray questioned as the rest of their conversation began to drown in the change of songs that played overhead while they distanced themselves from you with every step they took away from you.

Watching them from afar, you eased yourself down on a bar stool. Lifting your feet so that they rested on the pegs between the legs of the stool, you pressed your lips against the smooth glass while the alcoholic liquid lined your lips. Sipping small amounts of your drink, you began to nod your head, feeling the deep bass of the songs move you from within. Watching the wandering lights happily from afar, a sea of people stood on the dance floor, jumping up and down and moving and morphing together as if they all were one.

“You know you shouldn’t have left a pretty girl like her at the barn alone.” Simon pulled the darts off of the board nailed to the wall. Glancing over his shoulder, Simon checked up on you to make sure that you were safe for the time being.

“I’m not worried, she can hold her own” Jay confidently told them, without a look over his shoulder before he began to gather his black darts in his left hand, readying his right hand to throw.

“Are you sure about that?” Gray questioned as he pointed in your direction, watching intently as a man pushed his shoulder off of one of the columns around the bar, heading over in your direction. Gray’s eyes continued to stay glued to the strange man as he slowly approached you.

Keeping your attention on the moving crowd, you noticed a tall, burly man began to approach you. Once he reached the bar he eased himself down to lean on his left arm, his eyes were filled with an unwelcome fire while you continued to keep your eyes forward.

Watching the man’s lips move, a smoldering smile curling on his lips while his eyes wandered down to take a glimpse at any exposed skin of yours. The three guys watched you decline his whispered words, lifting your drink up to your lips as you were careful not to set it down again in fear of him slipping something while you weren’t looking.

Watching the man smile a little more and straighten up, Gray, Simon and Jay watched nervously from afar as they knew his game all too well. The stranger pointed into the crowd as you turned your head towards him, pausing a moment, you looked back at the crowd before you nodded your head.

Jay moved away from darts, his full attention now on you as he headed back over to their drinks. Picking up his glass, his nervous fingers brushed against the smooth surface that held the cool liquid within. His dark chocolate eyes followed you as the stranger brought you over to the edge dance floor.

Heading to the dance floor, the pulse of the songs began to infect you the closer you got to the speakers. Hitting the wooden dance floor, the crowd morphed around you, accepting you as one of their own. Allowing yourself to move under your own control, you allowed your body express its emotions towards the pulsating music. Starting off reserved, you tested the stranger next to you along with the other club girls around you. Holding the majority of your attention on the stranger, you continued to watch him out of your peripheral vision. Without the stranger making any moves or advances towards you, you slowly allowed yourself to become less reserved with each song.

With every song, the strange man slowly closed the space between you and him, using his dancing as an excuse to move closer to you. The crowd began to push the two of you closer together along with everyone else on the dance floor, building anticipation for the climax of the song.

Simon and Gray moseyed over to join Jay at the bar as they whispered to one another in question as to what the stranger’s next move would be. Half joking, half seriously they ran through possible scenarios to try and figure out a game plan if needed. Observing the stranger, Jay caught the stranger’s eyes scanning you while his tongue lustfully brushed over his own lips, hands lightly rested on your hips, he began to move your hips for you. The strength of the stranger's hands increased as they rested on either side of your hips, the stranger began to slowly but surely increase the strength in his hands as he started to move without your own will, catching onto the stranger’s game your hands rested over his in an attempt to pry his lustful hold from you.

Releasing his hands from you, you turned around and looked at him his eyes were filled with a darkened tint hinting you to his possible thoughts that were running through his mind. An unsettling feeling began to grow in the pit of your stomach at just the sight of the dark tint in the stranger's eyes. Formulating a silent plan, you started to dance further and further away from him in an attempt to lose him in the crowd. Distancing yourself from him, you kept your eyes on him from time to time making sure that he didn’t make any more advances on you while you still tryed to enjoy your evening.

Not spotting him through a whole song then another, taking in a deep breath, you held it in for a few seconds allowing relief to cleanse you. With another song and no stranger in sight, you danced til the end of that song before a pair of hips pressed against yours from behind, a pair of hands clasped onto the front of your hips and pulled you back against him once more.

“That wasn’t very nice of you to ditch me during a dance, darling” The deep husky voice brushed across the shell of your ear, sending shivers up and down your spine instantly. Feeling increasingly uncomfortable with every passing second, you placed your hands over his and tried to pry his grasp from you again. However, the familiar stranger continued tightening his grip on you, holding you tighter against him.

“Please stop” You tried to call out over the music.

“I thought you wanted to dance. So we are dancing” The stranger smirked while his lips turned against your warm skin as he placed a soft kiss underneath your jawline.

“I don’t want to dance like this, please let go” You became more stern as your grip began to increase to try and pry him off of you. Without feeling any release from the stranger, you began to struggle against his strong arms that soon found themselves fully around your waist. With panic quickly filling your chest, your eyes began to search around for any familiar face around the bar.

Jay watched at you searched for a familiar face, the stress on the man’s arms tensed as Jay saw the toned arms tighten around you. Not being able to take it anymore, Jay left his glass on the bar top before making his way through the crowd to you.

“May I have a dance with this pretty lady?” Jay questioned testing out the stranger to see how he wanted to play.

“Go get your own, there are plenty at the bar” The man said as he turned you away from Jay, your eyes peeped over the large man’s shoulder as Jay rested his hand on the man’s shoulder, turning the man back around to face him, in another attempt to try and not make a scene but to still make his point.

“I don’t want just any lady, I want this lady” Jay began to get a little more forceful seeing the fear behind your eyes.

“Just one last dance and then you can have her for the rest of the evening” The man reasoned with Jay, trying to make him a deal, man to man.

Jay turned his eyes to yours making sure that you had a say in this as well, a prolonged blink of your eyes agreed to one last dance, Jay moved his eyes back to the stranger’s dark ones “One dance”

“Thanks man!” The man smiled as he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the thick crowd, leaving Jay on the edge of the dance floor, alone.

Jay eyes followed you through the crowd, knowing that this stranger was acting really sketchy and Jay was determined not to allow you to get hurt or worse. Continuing to follow the two of you with his eyes, the crowd grew increasingly thick with the passing time of the song. Moving further into the crowd, Jay begins to search for you once more, from corner to corner of the dance floor. Anxiety began to push adrenaline through his veins while he continue to search the entire dancefloor for you. Unable to find you at the end of another song, yet again, Jay trotted back over to Simon and Gray, he continued to look around in panic.

“I can’t find her…” Jay informed the other two with a slight panting breath

“What do you mean, you can’t find her?” Gray questioned as Gray and Simon’s heart began to pick up in alert.

“I allowed that guy to have one more dance with her, but… but now I can’t find her anywhere on the dance floor.” Jay continued to scan the place as he kneeled on top of the stool to get a higher vantage point. Quickly scanning the place, his eyes caught the back door close.

“Keep looking in here, I’ll see if they exited out the back” Jay quickly rambled off orders before dismounting the stool.

Rushing his way through the crowd, pushing past strangers while keeping his eyes on the back door. Approaching the door, Jay’s warm hand met with the cool metal as he pushed open the galvanized steel door allowing the chilling night air to flood into the scorching club.

“Help! Help someone, please!” You voiced echoed quietly between the back alley. Your heels dragging on the asphalt below, taking chunks of fresh skin along with the material of the heels that outfitted your feet for the night.

Another man quickly grabbed your legs as the original stranger adjusted his hold on you, crossing your arms underneath your chest and holding you as if you were in a straight jacket. Continuing to fight against the two bulky men, you tried to move your legs as the second man, the driver, folded your legs in the same manner and pinned you tightly against yourself.

A familiar voice’s whispering echo snapped Jay’s head to the right. A shadow trailed over the corner of the brick building. Picking up his pace, Jay’s thundering footsteps covered your cries through the alley. A ivory car sat at the ready, towards the end of the alley, Watching the struggle ensue in front of him, Jay shuffled to a halt, hiding behind a dumpster when he witnessed two men push you into the back seat of that car forcefully.

Hitting the cloth interior, you moved your legs back underneath you before scooting over to the other side of the bench seat. Slipping your hand in the door handle of the car, you began to pull it back towards you in hopes that it would open. Pushing against the door slightly, the door stuck tightly in the frame, hitting your hand and the weight of your body against the door in desperation, the door didn’t budge.

“These car doors, don’t work like that sweetheart” The familiar stranger eased himself down next to you in the back seat. His hands tightly still clasping yours together.

Pulling something out of his back pocket, he wrapped a zip tie around your conjoined wrists before tightening the tie as tight as it would go around your hands.

“Ouch! That hurts!” You cried while trying to twist and slip your hands from the restraint.

“That is just the beginning, doll” The stranger lifted his hand around the back of the seat, pulling you against him as his arm encased you. “You wore the perfect outfit today too” The stranger’s soft husky tone and wondering eyes, made your skin crawl with discomfort. Keeping your eyes forwards, they filled with fury while you took in the car’s interior in trying to find another way to plot your escape. Closing the door behind the stranger beside you, the driver began to round the trunk of the car.

Taking a chance Jay crouched and began to make his approach. His legs moving faster and faster with his prey approaching. With the stranger in reach. Jay grabbed his collar and pulled the driver back and threw him to the ground. Kneeling over the driver, Jay unloaded his vengeful fists on the driver. Crimson liquid coated his busted lip, cheek and forehead before Jay lifted his eyes to see the other man still in the car with you. Adjusting his grip on the stranger, Jay lifted the driver up by his collar, the driver trying to see through his swollen, black eye.

“I’m the only one who can drive her around” Jay muttered in a protective tone to the driver before dropping the man against the asphalt below.

Crouching, Jay began to make his second approach, peering over the trunk of the car, he watched as the man used his other hand to try and turn your face towards him. Watching you struggle some more. Jay crawled around the hind end of the car before standing up and opening the door.

Reaching inside, Jay pulled the stranger outside of the car. The stranger began to pull you out of the car with him, ripping your dress with your efforts to resist his movements. Prying the man out from the car, Jay slammed the stranger against the passenger door while holding the stranger tightly at his shirt collar.

“That wasn’t one dance” Jay spoke with rage saturating every word.

“I was going to take her home and have a dance with her there” The stranger smirked, winking in the process knowing that another man would understand what kind of dance he was referring to.

“You’re a sick man, you know that?” Jay hissed.

Hearing Jay’s familiar voice, you began to make your way out of the car on your own will. Peering around, you saw Jay holding the stranger hostage while the other man was still passed out on the pavement.

“I’ll take what I can get” The stranger smiled. Jay lifted up his right hand and pressed a powerful punch into the stranger’s left cheek.

“Not if I have anything to say about it” Jay hissed as he watched the stranger smirk, earning the stranger another punch from Jay. You stepped out of the car and carefully took off your heels, leaving them next to the car’s tire.

“Run, ________” Jay calmly requested. Nodding your head, you began to take off with a running limp. Starting off behind Jay and the stranger. You rounded the corner before the driver began to wake from his passed out state.

“Get her, she went to the right!” The stranger ordered the driver. “Take the car!”

The driver quickly slipped behind the wheel of the car, starting the engine. Jay lifted the stranger from the car just to slam him back against the body of the car.

“Call him off from finding her” Jay demanded

“But I still want her” The stranger smirked as the car began to move out from under them.

“Over my dead body” Jay hissed

“That can be arranged” The stranger slyly smile before quickly grabbing Jay and used the movement of the car to throw Jay to the ground. Kneeling over Jay, the stranger quickly threw a few punches to Jay.

Taking a few of the punches, Jay blocked one of the punches before he flipped over and got the upper hand on the stranger. Throwing punches all over the stranger’s body, Gray and Simon opened the back door, stumbling upon the sight of Jay kneeling over the stranger and releasing all of his rage.

“Jay! Jay!” Gray and Simon rushed over to his rescue, with Gray on one side of Jay and Simon on the other, they each took an arm and began to pull their friend from the situation.

“The driver has her” Jay panted as he stood on his shaking legs.

“We will take care of him, do you know where she went?” Gray questioned as they saw a glimpse of the hand to hand combat that ensued due to the damage present on Jay’s face.

“Where are your keys, Simon?” Jay wiped his thumb against his bloodied lip, seeing just a glimpse of the damage done.

“What are you going to do?” Simon held out they keys to his Ducati road bike.

“Going to save the girl” Jay took off running around the corner to mount the white road bike. Starting the engine, Jay slipped on the matte black helmet, shifting the bike into gear quickly, Jay peered around, trying to see which way the you could have gone. Hearing horns honk and a large pile up of cars he took off in the direction.

The screaming of the car engine began to close on you, trying to advert the car, you headed down a side street. Squealing of tires skidded across the pavement before headlights highlighted your figure through the narrow side street. Meeting up with another street, cars began to swerve as you ran out into oncoming traffic. Looking over your shoulder, you didn’t see the curb in front of you, tripping and falling over the curb, the car in pursuit pulled up behind you as the driver exited the car with a laugh.

“You think you could get away that easily, huh?” The driver questioned as he happily made his way over to you before kneeling next to you. “What do you say we go for a little drive?”

Wrapping his hands around your arms, he helped you up and proceeded to throw you into the back seat. Your body hit the back seat, before the door closed behind you. The driver slid behind the steering wheel and shifted the car into gear. Glancing back at your figure sprawled out across the back seat, a smile curled against his lips before heading out into traffic once again.

Weaving in and out of traffic, Jay continued to move through the backed up traffic. Spotting a white car through his tinted visor, he revved the engine and took off recognizing the car’s make and model. Watching the white car for a mile or two, he watched it run stop lights and stop signs as he continued to maneuver the bike between innocent vehicles and bystanders.

The white car slowed for a second before the brake lights faded and the car sped through a large intersection. Horns blared as headlights approached the windows of the car. Intercepting the car’s path, a large delivery truck pushed the white car in a completely different direction than the driver was intending.

Feeling the car slide, time began to slow as shattered glass filled the cab of the car, the driver’s body contorted in different directions while the white air bags began to deploy. Hitting something else, the car came to an instant halt. Curling up in a ball with your arms around your head, white smoke from the engine rose slowly as the smells of fluids combining welcomed your eyes back open.

The horrific crash caused Jay to slow his bike and pull it beside the totalled car. With the delivery truck on one side and a traffic light post crunching the car beyond repair. Shutting off the engine, he removed his helmet before rushing to the back door.

“________! _____!” Jay called your name as his eyes searched through all of the damage to try and find you.

“Jay…” You called back, your body mangled on the crumpled floorboards of the car.

Hearing the small peep of your voice, Jay began to work the pinned door open. Looking around, he grabbed a piece of metal that looked like a crow bar. Prying the door open, the sound of metal crunching caused your eyes to finally open to blurry vision.

“Jay” You called again, hoping that he was there.

“Right here” Jay reached out as you blinked a few times until he came into view. The warmth of his touch once it brushed across your skin, caused relief to flood through your body. “Give me a minute and I’ll get you out of here”

Nodding your head gently, you felt a weight get lifted off of your body. Crawling into the mangled car, Jay quickly assessed the damage of your injuries.

“Do you think you can stand?” Jay questioned, his fingertips running across your forehead to push some hair away from your eyes. “Anything hurt?”

“My wrists hurt…” You whispered lifting them up as they were still conjoined with the zip tie, “My ankles hurt too, and my head…”

“That doesn’t sound too bad, I can patch you up back at home” Jay brushed the backs of his fingers down your cheek as you nodded and leaned into his warm, comforting touch.

Pulling out a knife from his pocket, he released your wrists from the zip tie before helping you move your body from the confines of the car, Jay lifted you out from the dislocated back bench and the wreckage. Allowing his arms to hold you upright, you moved your legs underneath you before slowly starting to add weight to them.

“How do they feel?” Jay questioned as he peered into your eyes, looking for any sign of pain or discomfort.

“Like jello” You giggled, trying to make light of the situation.

“Alright this is the last time we go to a bar that has jello shots, or you will be making jokes like this all night” Jay smiled as he knew that you couldn’t have been too hurt if you were joking with him.

Helping you over to his bike, he mounted first and then helped you behind him. Handing you his matte black helmet, he started his bike as the sound of sirens began to blare through the city between the skyscrapers. Leaning forward, you tighten your arms around him as he sped off towards his home. Feeling every breath you take and your heartbeat, he continued to focus on what he could feel of your vitals to make sure that nothing was going to happen on the transfer home.

Pulling into the parking lot, he slowed the Ducati and pulled it into the usual spot. Allowing you to dismount first, he wrapped his arm around you before he took the helmet and helped you inside. Punching in the combination code to enter his condo, the door opened with a happy chime before helping you inside.

Guiding you through the condo, he lead you back to his bedroom. Easing you down onto a blue duvet covered his bed, his hand guided your head down to grey pillows rested against the headboard. A sigh of relief spilt from your lips as your eyes closed due to the comfy bed and the safety of his home.

“I’ll be right back with a change of clothes” Jay whispered as you nodded in agreement. Hearing a door within the room open, you took in another deep breath allowing your body to relax from the night’s events.

Jay watched from his closet door as he pulled out his phone and tapped a three way conversation with Gray and Simon.

______ is at the condo with me. - Jay

Flipping through his clothes, he settled on a black tank top and a pair of grey boxers, thinking it would be comfy and easy to clean your wounds as well. Stepping out of his closet, his eyes fell on your exhausted body curled up against his duvet. Approaching the bed slowly, he eased himself down on the bed as you felt the bed dip to accommodate his weight. Your eyes opened from the added weight on the bed.

“You want to change or do you need some help?” Jay questioned as you sat up slightly.

“I think I can manage” You whispered as you attempted to push yourself upright.

“Call if you need anything, I will just be outside the door” Jay made sure that you sat up alright before he stood up from the bed and made his leave.

Dropping your eyes, you saw the small pile of clothes sitting next to your knee. A black tank top sat on top as the grey boxers rested underneath. Smiling towards the door, you carefully peeling your jean jacket from your sore arms. Lifting your torn dress over your head, you then began to slip on his boxers then pull the tank top down over your head. Leaning back, the cool air pouring in from his open window brushed against your exposed skin before he knocked.

“May I come in?” He questioned not wanting to intrude

“You may” You replied as your tired eyes opened to see him enter back into the room with a first aid kit.

Jay’s eyes instantly fell on you and your figure underneath his clothes, causing an instant smile to pull on his lips. “Looks like my clothes fit”

“Not to mention comfy too” You complimented as he took a seat on the bed.

“These will help with the pain, and swelling” Jay unfolded his left hand, revealing two capsules cradled in the palm of his hand. Nodding your head, you lifted your hand up, in an attempt to grab the pills, your hands began to shake then proceed to ache as you leaned back and closed your eyes.

“Open up then” Jay whispered, not wanting to strain yourself. Leaning back, you opened your mouth as he rested one capsule on your tongue. Grabbing the water glass from his bedside table, he angled the straw between your lips before you drank down the first capsule then the second.

“I’m just going to clean you up, just relax” Jay smiled as he saw your half lidded eyes already start to fall over your beautiful eyes.

“Thank you” You whispered before you closed your eyes once more.

Starting on your legs, he began to tend to the cuts and scrapes that littered your flawless skin. Humming to various songs quietly, Jay continued to work while you fell fast asleep. Placing bandages, wraps and ointment on all of your wounds, he wrapped your wrists from the invasive ties before working lovingly on the cuts on your face.

Once he was all done, he peered down at your sleeping figure. Feeling overwhelmed with loving emotion towards you, he hesitantly leaned towards you, taking a big step he pressed his soft lips against your forehead, leaving you a kiss laced with his full emotions for you. Pulling back from the kiss, he cleaned up the first aid kit before placing a light blanket over your figure. Keeping a lamp on next to the bedside, he entered into the bathroom and proceeded to clean up himself.

Once he was all patched up with a t shirt and basketball shorts outfitting his figure, he exited the room and shuffled into the kitchen to satisfy his grumbling stomach, Not long after he started making enough dinner for not only you and him, but for the other two as well; Gray and Simon walked through the door.

“What took you guys so long?” Jay questioned as he allowed the water to boil to ramen.

“Police reports take f o r e v e r…” Gray whined, dragging out the last word in that sentence.

“How is she?” Simon questioned seeing a soft light come from Jay’s room.

“She is gonna live, she has a few bruises, a headache and cuts but nothing to take her in over” Jay reasoned as he added the noodles into the boiling water joined with spices.

“Tell us what happened then!” Gray happily sat on one of the bar stools in the condo as Simon listened in to Jay recount what had happened after he took off on Simon’s bike. Nearing the end of the story, Jay served the ramen into four different bowls.

“I’ll go see if she is awake” Simon offered as he carefully shuffled over to Jay’s door. Pushing the door open slightly, Simon peered in to see your body peacefully sleeping on Jay’s bed still. Heading back into the kitchen, they left your bowl in the middle of the three guys just in case you woke up to the scent of food.

“You know you two would really be cute together” Grey commented lifting a bite of noodles to his lips.

“She is just so gorgeous, not to mention talented, sweet and kind too.” Simon added blowing off his noodles before guiding the bunch of noodles to his lips.

“She is just a friend” Jay tried to reason, finishing off his bite in his mouth.

“Yeeeaaaah suuuuuure” Grey sung with a convincing tone in his voice.

“She is” Jay defended giving both guys a stern look.

“If she was just a friend, why did you look at her that way in the picture the whole fandom is talking about?” Simon turned his phone around to show Jay the captured picture.

“She is just a friend” Jay tried to convince them once again.

“Why did you go after her and fight for her if she was just a friend?” Grey questioned beginning the interrogation.

“Because that is what you do for friends” Jay reasoned as the two guys just smiled and shook their heads knowing Jay better than that.

“She really does like you though, like she is smitten” Simon confesses, knowing your feelings towards Jay and Jay’s feelings for you.

“You just need to make the move” Grey added with a smile as Jay looked back over towards the door.

“She really is beautiful, I don’t know how you manage to not fall for her when you two are so close” Simon added

“On top of that, you two have a history! Don’t you remember, when you moved here from Seattle, you couldn’t stop talking about this girl?! Well now, here she is waiting for you to make the first move. She went into the music industry, joined the same company as you and moved halfway across the world just to be with you!” Grey reminded, “If that doesn’t say love, I don’t know what will.”

The room went silent just before a phone rung originating from your room. Picking up the call, you began to speak in french, flawless french while working out a business deal with one of your parent’s clients back home.

“Do you hear this?!?!” Grey strained his whisper, “She speaks french… beautifully…”

“If that isn’t hot to you, then I don’t know what is” Simon smirked causing Jay to blush profusely

“That woman is literally perfect, in every way” Grey ran his hand through his hair.

“Dude, you really should just wife her up” Simon expressed his voice of reason.

“I’ll think about it” Jay remarked a smile not leaving his face anytime soon.

“What is there to think about?!” The two men replied in unison as they followed Jay back to the room.

Pushing through the door without another word, you ended the call with a smile just before lifting your eyes to see Jay enter your room with a bowl of food cradled in his hand..

“I was wondering what was smelling so good” You smiled as you pushed yourself upright on the bed.

“You’re too kind” Jay blushed as the other two stayed at the door, peering in through the small gap between the door and the frame.

- 4 months later -

“I knew he would get the girl” Simon whispered as Grey and him spied on you and Jay cuddling on the bed, fast asleep as the movie continued to play, seeing a matching set happy grins pulled on both pair of lips.

#lovrodney scenarios #jay park #kpop scenarios #jay park scenarios #lovrodney #kpop jay park #kpop #scenarios #adventure #action

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itsallavengers · 7 years

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hiya... have you got any tony and aunt peggy head canons that preferably aren't sad because my own aunt peggy has just been admitted to hospital and i'm so frickin scared rn

Oh I’m so sorry darling- do you want a ficlet? Bc I’m going to write you a ficlet. I hope your aunt gets better soon, I’m sending my love.

“Where’s my little inventor, then?”

Tony’s ears perked up to the unmistakable tones of one of his favourite ever adults, and he squealed in surprise, dropping his toy car immediately and turning on his heel to propel himself down the corridor. “Auntie Peggs! Auntie Peggs!”

Spinning around the corner and bursting into the kitchen, he spotted her- hair perfectly curled, lips a deep cherry red, perched on the tabletop and looking like the most brilliant person ever. “PEGGS!”

She spun her head, and her face broke out into a wonderful smile as she spotted him. His mom was making dinner behind her, but she mostly just ignored them while she worked, and seeing as dad still hadn’t come back from his annual expedition to the Arctic, that meant-

“Poppet- what do you think to an outing- just you and me, hey?”

Tony squealed again, because there was no one around to call him a sissy for it, there was just Auntie Peggy, hopping off the counter and bending down, open arms just waiting for him to come rushing in.

Which he did. Of course.

His Auntie Peggs only came by rarely; always so busy with her secret work, but Tony didn’t mind. When she did swing by, it was always brilliant. They were some of the only times when his dad was ever nice to him- and Tony knew it was because he was scared of her, he knew it and he loved every moment of it.

Peggy held him tight and curled her fingers around the back of his hair, before pulling him away a little and giving him the once-over. “Oh my, this little inventor of mine isn’t quite so little any more. What are you, six, now? And with a birthday coming up, too. Good heavens, soon you’ll be bigger than all of us!”

Tony giggled. He couldn’t imagine ever being bigger than Auntie Peggs. She seemed like the biggest person in any room, no matter how tall anyone else was.

“Where are we going?” He asked, jumping up and down on his toes excitedly.

Peggs pulled a face and looked thoughtful for a moment, before her wonderful smile broke out again. “Do you like cars, Poppet?”

Tony felt the excitement building in his stomach. “Yeah! I love cars!”

“Well then, how about we go to the car show that’s on right now? I know someone there, and I’m sure if I asked realllllly nicely-”

Tony didn’t hear the rest of it; too busy yelling in excitement as he ran into his aunt Peggs’ arms once more, nearly bowling her over with his enthusiasm.

He loved his Peggs.

“And then afterwards we can go for icecream, how about it, Mr Inventor?” She asked, giving his head a quick kiss as she got back to her feet and held out a hand for him to grab, “come along, come along, don’t want to waste the whole day yelling, do we?”

Tony took it excitedly, practically vibrating as she led them out of the kitchen. He briefly looked over to his mom, wondering if she would say goodbye- but she was busy cutting up vegetables, and didn’t turn her head, even when Tony waved to her.

Peggs looked over and her lips pursed a little as she saw them, but when she turned back to Tony, her smile was just as bright. “Just you and me, right darling?”

“Just you and me,” Tony said happily, skipping into step next to her.

The sun set slowly across the New York horizon, and Tony and his Auntie Peggs watched it with ice-cream all over their faces and feet hanging off the balcony of the cafe they were sat in.

The whole day had been wonderful. Tony rarely got days out like this, and Peggs was so much fun. The cars had been amazing, and one of the men running it had even let him have a fiddle with the engines after Peggs had said a few quiet words to him. He knew magic wasn’t real, but sometimes he would look at her and second-guess everything his father said. She tended to have that effect a lot.

And afterwards, they’d walked through central park, Peggy teaching him some cool spy tricks about how to escape from chokeholds, even when they were big men doing the holding. She’d even played catch with him for a while, until they’d both gotten bored and decided to find a place that sold ice cream.

“Today was the bestest ever,” Tony declared, licking a stray drop of ice cream from the cone with sticky fingers.

Peggs laughed, taking a delicate lick of her own, “I agree. Those cars really were something, weren’t they?”

Tony nodded happily, “I’m going to be a racecar driver when I’m older.”

Peggs paused, just for a moment, before smiling and ruffling his messy hair. “You be whatever you want, darling, okay? Even if everyone else thinks you should do something different- you’ll always know, deep down in your heart, what’s right.”

Tony paused, frowning a little. “Sometimes I can’t find it. I feel kinda confused when I think about those sorts of things. Dad always says I don’t have a soul, and I need to think with my head instead.”

There was a small little exhale to his left, and he glanced over, watching Peggs’ eyes harden. His face fell- he hadn’t meant to upset her.

But when she saw him watching, she smoothed it out, and her hand snuck around his bony shoulders, pulling him into her side. “You want me to tell you a secret, darling?”

She leaned in, speaking into his ear, “your dad is a big fat liar.”

Tony gasped, and then hid a giggle behind his hand as Peggy nodded, “it’s true! I swear it. I promise you poppet, you have one of the biggest and kindest souls I’ve ever seen. No matter what your father says. No matter where you go in life. Even if you get lost along the way- even if you lose sight of that feeling in your heart, you’ll find it again. I promise. Never let go of that, okay?”

Tony didn’t.

#6 years later during the first attempt at a kidnapping; tony is grabbed around the neck #needles to say; they don't make it far. Peggy is so proud he remembered. Tony is just offended she expected him to forget in the first plac #tony stark #peggy carter #itsallavengers writes #Anonymous

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donnarider · 7 years

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!!DISCONTINUED!! Klance - soulmate au (part 3)

Author’s notes:

Update 12th July 2019: This story is unfortunately discontinued and “ends” with part 4.

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“Bold” texts are from Keith | “italic” texts are from Lance

(8:11pm): hey Lance here ;)

(8:11pm): did ur boss kill you?

(8:16pm): He was worried, first time I was late

(8:17pm): so u didnt get fired or anything?

(8:19pm): Nah, I’m the only one who knows how to reset the router

(8:19pm): I think he’s scared I’d run off again and leave him with double the rent

(8:21pm): ???

(8:23pm): I realize I should probably mention that my boss is also my brother

(8:24pm): that wouldve been nice 2 knoww :3c

(8:25pm): so u live with ur bro / boss together??

(8:28pm): Yes, it’s not that weird

(8:29pm): didnt say that ;)

(8:31pm): whats that like?

(8:36pm): sry I didnt want 2 be noisyy ;((

(8:37pm): It’s fine, he’s pretty chill

(8:37pm): You’re not being noisy

(8:38pm): ^w^

„Pidgeeee, I need a favour!” Lance ran towards his two best friends who just arrived on campus and threw his books on the ground. He rubbed his face against Pidge’s shoulder like a cat and made soft whining noises

“I’m not cutting my favorite lecture for you Lance.”

“But I have two free periods. TWO, Pidge! I’m gonna die of boredom. Do you really want to be responsible for that?” He gave them the best puppy eyes he could manage.

“Not my problem. You could always go back to sleep, it’s like 11:30. Or go read a book or something.” He gasped dramatically at the cold response from his friend and clasped his hand over his heart.

“You wound me!” He slouched his shoulders and let out a deep sigh. “Also I just finished the newest book from my favorite series. The next one doesn’t come out for two months.”

“Go study then.” Pidge’s voice was softer now. They knew that Lance really didn’t cope well with free time because it made his thoughts wander.

“Nah. Hunk is my study-buddy and you are stealing him so how am I supposed-“

“Pidge isn’t stealing me, Lance. We just have the same lecture,” Hunk interrupted him.

“… but Huuuunk-“

“I’m not cutting for you either.”

Lance groaned while Hunk patted his shoulder apologetically.

“Hmpf.”

“Dude, you know that we love you! But finals are just around the corner.” Hunk reminded him with a warm expression on his face.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.”

They entered the university building and Pidge chugged their still half full coffee cup before tossing it over their shoulder into the nearby bin, without even having to look. They noticed that Lance was still bummed out, so they punched his arm lightly as an encouragement.

“Why don’t you go to Planet Altea? Say hi to Allura and Coran, or something.” Lance thought about it for a second before he scrunched his nose.

“I don’t want to go there alone. They already think I’m an antisocial stress eater with zero cooking skills.”

“You could go with Keith and maybe continue your talk.”

“I don’t know. Do you really think he wants to spend time with me… it’s been only a day.”

“Stop putting yourself down, of course he wants to. We’re talking soulmate here. Just text him, you big baby.” Pidge rolled their eyes and then giggled.

“Call me that again, tiny spawn of Satan.”

“Love you too, Lance,” Pidge said and smiled at him brightly before they turned around and entered the lecture hall.

“They are right, Lance. Ask him if he wants to grab lunch. You can do it.” Hunk squeezed his hand reassuringly before he followed Pidge. Lance stared after them for a while and fumbled with his hands. He finally let out a defeated sigh and took out his phone.

(11:45am): hey keith u free rn?

He stared at his phone screen nervously and chewed his lower lip. He had started walking around campus aimlessly without noticing. Some students were giving him confused glances but he managed to ignore them.

(11:46am): Yeah, what’s up?

(11:47am): got a free period :((

(11:47am): u wanna grab lunch near campus?

(11:48am): Hold on a sec

Lance cursed silently. This was a bad idea. Surely Keith thought that he was annoying now, maybe he should have waited a few more days. Damn. His entire future ruined because he was, as always, too eager. He was about to lie down on the ground in the middle of campus when his phone vibrated in his hand saved him from his self-destructive thoughts.

(11:55am): My bike’s in the shop rn but good news my brother said I could take his

(11:56am): okay cool. Planet Altea then?

(11:56am): wait are we talking motorcycle here??

(11:57am): Okay, I can be there in 15

(11:57am): And yes we are

Lance had to sit down on a bench next to him. So Keith wore leather jackets, had learned Spanish for him AND had a bike. He massaged the bridge of his nose and a soft ‘fuck’ escaped his lips. He was doomed, this boy was pulling him in way too fast.

(12:00pm): damn

(12:00pm): i mean nice

(12:00pm): verry nice

Lance handed Allura the menu back and smiled at her while she took Keith’s as well.

“Ah, wait.” The waitress turned around and came back to their table, raising her eyebrow at Lance.

“Do you take your tea like normal people do today or the way you always drink it?”

“My way, please and thank you.” He winked at her and then turned his attention back to Keith, who looked generally confused. “What exactly is your way?”

“Four and a half teaspoons sugar, one tablespoon honey and just a little bit of almond milk to top it off.”

Keith huffed in disgust and scrunched his nose. “Heathen.” Lance laughed and waved him off.

Planet Altea was like his second home since he spend most of his time there studying and eating, especially during finals. He was on a first name base with Allura and the strange but friendly cook Coran. They never judged him when he dragged his tired body in and ate quietly in his favorite corner, not even saying hello sometimes. They got it. One time he actually fell asleep over his half eaten pizza and when he woke up they had put a blanket on him. He loved the small restaurant and its space design.

The ceiling was painted with galaxies in various different colors and football sized planets were dangling from it. Lance was forever thankful to Coran and Allura that they had made an actual effort and arranged the planets in the correct order. In the corner next to the counter stood a creepy old astronaut statue that Lance had lovingly named Blumfump while pulling an especially bad all-nighter.

“So…” Keith started. “What is your subject at college?” Lance squirmed in his seat.

“At the risk of coming across as a giant nerd…Astronomy.”

“Really?” Keith quirked his eyebrows in surprise. Lance fumbled with the tablecloth.

“Yeah, I know it’s-“

“That’s cool!” Keith interrupted him and gave him a small smile.

“I uhhh… you think so?” Lance stammered, too distracted by how pretty Keith looked when he smiled.

“Yeah, I’ve always loved that kind of stuff. What do you wanna do with it when you’re done?”

“Ummm. It’s a bit of a cliché but I always wanted to work for NASA. I know it’s really hard to get in but I’m still gonna try.”

Keith nodded. “I mean … if you really really want it and you work hard for it, I don’t see why it shouldn’t work out.” He smiled sheepishly at Lance.

“Yeah, I guess…” Lance smiled back. “So, umm. What about you? What exactly is it you do?”

“I work at a workshop and we specialize in bikes. It’s Shiro’s but we basically run the thing together.”

“Shiro’s your brother, right?”

“Yes. Well, it’s sort of a long story I guess.”

Lance tilted his head questioningly. “Huh?”

“Shiro isn’t my biological brother. He kind of … took me in?” Keith tugged at his gloves nervously. “I wasn’t … it was like … things were-“

“You don’t have to finish that story, you can tell me another time.”

Lance smiled at him warmly. He reached out for Keith’s hands over the table and tried to stop him from fidgeting. Keith stared at their joined hands and blushed lightly. In that moment Allura walked over to serve them their drinks. When Lance noticed he quickly moved his hands away but couldn’t keep the blush from creeping onto his cheeks as well.

“Don’t let him trick you into trying this stuff, it’s nasty.” The waitress remarked and put down Lance’s tea in front of him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” Keith shook his head in disgust.

“So I don’t want to intrude but umm…back when we were sixteen, that umm…”

Keith nodded. “Yah. My parents. It was a car crash.”

“I’m sorry.”

Keith usually hated when people said that. Not that it would change anything. They just say it because it’s expected of them. They had no idea what it felt like, what they were even pretending to be sorry for. It was different with Lance though. If anyone understood it was him. It was him who had shared Keith’s pain on the day of the funeral and so many days after that. It was him who had comforted him at night.

“It’s okay. I mean…of course it’s not great but I’m doing better.”

Lance smiled at him. “I can tell.”

Keith just smiled back.

“What about you? There were so many birthday and wedding songs, you must have a big family.”

“Oh god, you have no idea. I’ve got a younger sister, two older sisters and an older brother. My brother is married and has three children so I also have two nephews and a niece. And don’t even get me started on the cousins. We would be sitting here for a week.”

“Sounds nice… and stressful?”

Lance smiled excitedly. “It is. I mean the house is always full and it’s always loud. I was so glad when I left for college because I finally had some peace and quiet and didn’t have to watch any of the little ones. But to be honest… I miss it so much.”

“You don’t get to see them often?” Keith tilted his head to the side and watched Lance closely.

“Once or twice a year. But we skype a lot. My youngest nephew is starting to walk and it’s honestly so adorable.” Keith couldn’t help but smile warmly. He could imagine Lance playing with his nephews and nieces perfectly. He was definitely the kind of guy who was good with children and who loved them as much as they loved him.

Allura returned to their table with their food. Lance suspected that she had waited until now because she had noticed that they were deep in conversation. She smiled at Lance and winked before she left the table.

Lance wished she hadn’t because he could feel warmth creep up his cheeks and wondered what shade of red exactly his face had turned. Allura obviously thought they were on a date. Well they sort of were, weren’t they? Lance knit his brow. What exactly was it they were having here? A meetup as friends or an actual date? Did Keith think it was a date? Oh god, what if he didn’t but he thought that Lance did? This wasn’t good. His thoughts were not going in a safe direction.

That’s when Allura turned on the music.

It was some kind of sappy romance song. Keith looked at him for a second before looking over to Allura who was very obviously smiling in his and Lance’s direction. To make things even more awkward she tried to give Lance a subtle thumbs up that Keith obviously saw. Lance wanted to die. His brain was on auto-pilot and when Keith looked at him again he just smiled at him awkwardly out of reflex. Keith returned the smile before looking to the side, obviously being uncomfortable.

That’s when Lance felt it. Fear. Followed by a sort of numbness and then a strong feeling of isolation. He felt like there were too many emotions boiling inside of him at once. Lance knew that none of these were his own emotions but it was confusing him greatly. It all happened in seconds but it was so intense that it gave Lance goosebumps.

He couldn’t understand what just happened. What had scared Keith so much? What had made him feel like running again? Because judging by the way he was eyeing the exit right now, Lance was pretty sure that that was all he was thinking about now.

He gestured for Allura to turn of the music immediately and she did after giving him a surprised look. Lance paused for a second. The song… A damn love song. Maybe this was going too fast for Keith’s liking. Or maybe… he wasn’t even interested in Lance in that way…

Lance swallowed hard. “Umm, listen…”

Keith turned his head and looked at him again. Lance couldn’t read anything on his face, he had closed himself off completely.

“I know there’s a lot of expectations and pressure and stuff with the whole soulmate thing-” It was almost not noticeable but by the way his jaw tensed, Lance was sure that Keith was clenching his teeth, “but that doesn’t have to mean anything, okay?”

This earned him a questioning look. “I mean… take my friend Pidge. They have this soulmate called Rover who’s really cool and all…but they’re both not really interested in dates and stuff… sooo, they’re just friends. I mean sure being soulmates equals having some sort of deep emotional bond but so does friendship, right? So, just… don’t sweat it okay? We… could just be friends too… No pressure.”

Keith searched his face for a moment before his jaw relaxed and he gave a small smile.

“Okay, yeah. Friends sounds good to me.”

Lance sighed relieved and returned the smile. “Okay, great. So friends it is?”

“For now.”

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awritesfanfics · 7 years

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Not Your Fight Pt. 1

Here’s one of my longer fics, probably gonna split it in two parts (yep) bc I ramble so so much but that’s because I need to connect things, and that means describing more settings and explaining more actions and ahhh if you don’t like when I do this let me know!! But I think it just adds to the story :)

So I wrote this after watching Homecoming but a lot of it is based back in civil war, if you have homecoming-centered requests just let me knoww!!

(part 1 is basically just a bunch of filler tbh, a link to pt 2 is at the bottom!)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: (im sorry im on mobile and I cant deal w this formatting rn, it's around 2,000 words thanks)

Warnings: Violence, Cursing

Tags: @yourgayonlinemom

———————————————————————————————————–Ding

“Notre Dame.”

“Correct.”

Ding

“Tel Aviv.”

“Correct.”

Ding

“Luncheon of the boating party.”

“Okay, how? Can I ask how? Because there’s actually no way for you to know this stuff.” Flash sat back in his chair in disbelief.

“Are you being serious? Or are you just jealous that i beat your time again? Because I can do this all day, I don’t have a problem,” you challenged, leaning closer. Michelle giggled.

“She had to have studied the answers before, even I didn’t know half that stuff! Me, not knowing something.”

“Excuse me, isn’t that why I’m on this team? Because I’m smart? And if everyone knew the same things, we wouldn’t get anywhere,” you snapped. “By the way, if you haven’t noticed by now, there are -” you counted the people in the room out loud. “- 7 other people here that are valuable members of the decathlon team. Maybe if you stopped kissing your own ass so much you would notice them.”

Michelle almost fell out of her chair. Flash was too shocked to even respond.

“Woah, okay I think that’s a good place to stop for the day,” Mr. Harrington said, finally intervening. “Same time tomorrow. Don’t forget permission slips.”

“Yea, call me if he ever comes up for air.” You nodded towards flash. “I’d love to introduce him to everyone on the team.” You stood, tossed your backpack over your left shoulder, and picked up your books from the table.

“Thank you, Miss (Y/L/N), that’s enough. See you tomorrow.”

You nodded and smiled at him, then at Flash, who was still recovering on the other side of the room. You could hear Michelle and Liz picking at him as you turned to leave.

Peter collected his things and sprinted over to catch up with you.

“Where the hell did all of that come from?!” He laughed.

“What do you mean? I’ve never liked flash. He’s always been full of himself, I couldn’t take it anymore.”

He looked at you and shook his head, giggling.

“Oh, hey, that reminds me!” You stopped and turned to face him. “I got a call about the Stark Internship, I think I’m in! They want me to go in for an interview in a few hours,” you squealed.

He cocked his head slightly, and seemed to hesitate. You took the question right from his lips.

“Don’t worry, Spidey, I’m not going to steal your thunder as the new friendly neighborhood superhero. From what I read, it sounds like it’s just a logistics position,” you shrugged. “Somewhere in the background.”

“No, no I’m not worried about that. It’s just, things can get pretty intense out there. Gotta be ready for anything.”

“I think I can handle it.”

He didn’t look convinced.

“So um, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Or, tonight, if you’ll be there too.”

“Yea, maybe, I’ll see what happens. See ya.”

You smiled, but as he walked away your smile disappeared.

What isn’t he telling me about this? Why is he so worried? Your mind reeled with unasked questions. You never considered yourself a fighter, but you could hold your own against everyone that’s come after you in the past. You were a teenage girl from Queens, you had to learn to defend yourself at a young age. And you certainly had the brains for anything Tony stark wanted to throw at you.

I’ll be fine. I have to stop overthinking this. Just gotta get through the interview.

As you stepped outside the gym, a tired looking man in a clean cut suit standing in front of a black Escalade greeted you.

“Good afternoon Miss (Y/L/N).” The man held open the door for you.

“Good afternoon. I don’t believe we’ve met, formally. You are?” You offered your hand for a handshake, but he ignored it.

“I was sent by Mr. Stark to bring you to work. You start today.” He looked at his watch. “Well, in a few hours.”

“Work? I was under the impression that it was just a job interview. I don’t have the right outfit, I mean, these are just my school clothes. And my mom, I told her-”

“Well, there’s been a change of plans. Everything you need is right in the back seat.”

You stuck your head in to check. A women’s two-piece suit hung on hangers by the other door, a silver suitcase rested below the seat, and a microphone earpiece sat on top of your passport, which was placed carefully on the back seat.

“How did you get all this stuff? Is that suit for me?” Your phone started vibrating, and you excused yourself to take the call. “Hello?”

“Hey (Y/N), it’s Tony, yea plans for the uhh, whatever, the thing we had later-”

“The interview?”

“Right, the interview, yea plans have changed. I sent Happy over there with your stuff, your mom packed it for you, such a nice woman. Hope your ready for some on the job training today.”

“Yea, I mean-”

He hung up. You took a deep breath and put your phone back in your pocket.

“So you’re Happy?”

“Yes, but if we wait any longer, I’ll be Impatient. We’re on a schedule, let’s go.”

With a nudge, you got into the back seat and shut the door behind you. “Am I supposed to change into this right now?”

“No, you can change in the plane.” He answered.

Plane? Where the hell am I going?

You watched out the window the entire flight. In the small bathroom you got changed into the perfectly-tailored navy suit. The material was strong, but breathable. You could move around very well in it, but you could tell it was resistant to some degree of tearing. You slipped the earpiece into your ear and looked at yourself in the mirror.

Oh God, you said to yourself. This is really happening. Holy shit.

As the plane landed you could finally tell where you were. Germany, at the Leipzig/Halle airport. Happy led you through an airfield, with passenger jets and shipping containers waiting to be piloted into the tall hangars that stood scattered nearby. You took an elevator up to the observation tower of one of the hangars.

“This is amazing.” You stepped out of the elevator, taking everything in. Happy clicked the ‘door close’ button behind you. “Wait! What’s my job?”

“Make yourself at home, find something to do.”

You looked around. No one even noticed you’d walked in. You figured you’d start by introducing yourself. Maybe they’d have been expecting you.

“Hi! My name is-”

“Tall decaf, extra cream, no sugar.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m not an intern, I’m-”

“I get it. You’re an ‘executive assistant’ or something, right?”

“No, I was hired by Mr. Stark to-”

“Look, I know you mean well, but we have work to do. Please,” he handed you $5 and shooed you away.

“Excuse me, sir, but Tony Stark personally sent for me-”

The man turned around and rolled his eyes. “We didn’t get any word from a ‘Tony Stark’. I don’t know why you’re here, and frankly, I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. So I’d you could just get the coffee orders from everyone else and be on your way sweetheart, I’d appreciate it.”

Suddenly, you took him by the neck and slammed his face on the desk next to you. He fell to the floor, groaning, and in shock.

“I got my associates degree in bioelectrical engineering freshman year of high school. I was sent here to do a job. I’m not here to buy your coffee, ‘sweetheart,’” You said, tucking the $5 bill back into his pocket and smoothing out your blazer.

All eyes were on you now. You still had no idea what you were meant to do, but you went along with it anyway.

Fake it till you make it, right?

You took a seat at an empty desk overlooking the airfield.

A voice came in through the loudspeakers.

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Well, I’m not your captain, officially, my friend (Y/N) here is. Wave to the people (Y/N). So as you’ve figured out by now, she will be in charge of every move you make for the rest of- you know you’ll be able to figure out when it’s over. So yea, just listen to her, fasten your seat belts, and get ready for a bumpy ride.”

You nodded matter-of-factly.

Tony’s voice came through on your personal mic next.

“You ready for this?”

“Well I don’t exactly know what ‘this’ is,” you whispered.

“We need you in air traffic control. Keep an eye out for anything that might get us killed. You’ll know it when you see it.”

“Fair enough.”

A different voice now boomed over the loudspeaker in German, followed by a blaring siren.

“What do I do? They’re evacuating the airport,” you asked.

“You speak German now to? That’s so cool.”

“Yea my grandma- look, now’s not the time. What do I do?”

“Tell them they have to watch to make sure everyone is out safely.”

You repeated the message to the group. “We must continue our day as we normally would, and keep an eye out for the unauthorized use of ballistic missiles and report it to me.”

A small panic arose. “There is nothing to be worried about. Just monitor the use. If anything gets out of hand, we simply intervene. Back to work.”

You sat down and tuned your earpiece to pick up Tony’s conversation. In the distance, you could see people walking towards each other. He was arguing with Steve. You watched as more of the Avengers joined them, picking sides, before they split into two groups and fanned out.

“It’s showtime. You ready up there?” He asked.

“Copy.”

You watched as Tony and Rhodes countered Clint’s arrows, Wanda’s bursts of light, and Steve’s shield. More than half the fight was airborne. You navigated the battlefield for Tony, Natasha, Peter, warning them of every blow, counterattack, and predictable outcome of their individual physical matches. You watched as the flyers took to the air, with Tony circling the tower you occupied.

“Tony, you got a bandit on your six. I’m turning him into a glider.” You heard Rhodes over the earpiece. You watched as both Iron soldiers sandwiched the observation tower, with Falcon and 17 civilians caught in the crosshairs.

“Stop! Stop stop stop! There are civilians in this control tower, I repeat, civilians in the control tower!!” Your trembling voice echoed across the sound waves. “Abort strike, abor-”

The missile misfired at the last second, crashing into the side of the hangar and taking out the elevator shaft. Suddenly, the channel went silent. A fire began to spread around the sight of the impact. Within minutes, the whole tower would collapse in flames.

Both sides froze, unsure of what to do.

“Wait wait wait, what was that?” Peter stuck his head up from behind a shipping crate and turned to Tony.

“Tony, who was that?! Karen, get me a visual on that hangar. How many people are in there?”

“17. Records of past voice analysis data indicates that the voice that called out for a ceasefire belonged to a Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Shit!” He yelled, sending his fist into the nearby shipping crate. “Tony! You brought her here?!”

“This isn’t your fight, kid. Stay here.”

But it was too late. Peter shot webbing onto the nose of a 747 and swung, then caught the nose of another, and another. The building was up ahead, a fire just beginning to break out near the site of the explosion. People working on the ground gathered around the exit, eagerly watching the entrance for more survivors.

The people in the tower began to panic again, this time for good reason. You knew you had to get the group under control, or no one would make it out.

“Everything is going to be fine. We all just have to keep walking. File into the staircase. There is a doorway right at the bottom. Once we get through it, you’ll be able to see the exit, and you can run, but I ask you to please not run here,” you ordered calmly. It took all the strength in your body to keep your voice steady. “If we start running in here, someone may trip or get hurt. The exit is very close, and you’ll all be fine, I promise.” You cracked a worried smile as you ushered the group down the remainder of the narrow stairwell. You pushed the doors and held one side open for the workers. With the light of the exit door in view, they fell into a dead sprint, as if they were racing not the time before the fire engulfed the hanger, but each other.

“If everyone out? Can anyone tell me if everyone got out?”

No answer. You took a deep breath and looked up the stairwell.

I can’t risk it. You shook your head and pushed away from the door, skipping steps as you sped back up to the fourth-story office space.

The once bustling room was now filled with emergency lights and smoke. You stayed low, calling out for any remaining workers before turning to leave. One final visual sweep of the floor settled your nerves; you were the only one left. Suddenly, you started to hear the loud creaking of twisting metal. The floor shook beneath you and began to tilt. The observation tower was falling.

You threw yourself down as many stairs as you could manage before the tower hit the ground.

The closer I am to the ground, maybe the closer I am to a solid foundation.

Within an instant, the entire building was leveled.

Part 2!

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