#someone put a little monkey with another little monkey and called it and called it a day

[kiwanopie]

A Lucky Find.

Pure luck, isn’t it? (Geto Suguru x fem!sorcerer!Reader)

cw: yandere if you squint. mention of misogyny and inappropriate work place relationships, graphic descriptions of curses and body horror, death by mutilation involving a curse (Not you), mention of religion, only specifics about reader is that she’s visibly very attractive and may have long hair (no descriptors though, it could be a lace) Suguru is out of his mind. You will not be called a monkey in this one.

wc: 3.9k

You’re not a very talkative assistant.

Granted sometimes you’re inclined to wonder if talking would’ve made so much of a difference to the position you’ve been put in, but you’ve never been a particularly choosy assistant either. You’re great at handling quick business, the calls your boss can’t be bothered to take - studious in your evening planning and you can quick work a coffee run like nobody's business. — You don’t complain about the thin heels they put you in, or the pencil skirts. Mired businessmen with filthy smirks and wondering eyes, or the routine baby talk you get from your degenerate boss. You don’t blink an eye at it. - You sit when you’re told to sit and bark when Mr. Minoru decides to hold that pretty little bone over your head.

“You could use a bonus, huh?”

Today it’s a back rub.

You’re silent as your nimble fingers start to press little groves in his upper back, impassive when he groans. Mr. Minoru, your boss, is a very rich man. He’s the successor of a retired tycoon who was once the successor of another and so forth. He’s an amalgamation of power and fortune and a small legion of nepotism babies that regularly walk in through those mahogany doors just ahead of his desk. An investor, you think. Most conversations he has are about money and the best way to double it; fewer are the ones where he’s actually taking the time out of his schedule to distribute it.

It’s all elite talk. Big men following big men following a perv who believes he’s god. Long outstretched legs that extend as he relaxes himself in his seat and hopes that the movement is enough to encourage you to start on his shoulders.

You like to think you got this job out of pure luck. Met the right man at the right time and stumbled over the deal of a lifetime all for the small cost of a little bit of your dignity. — Not like it was much of a trade from your part time job busing tables at that high-end restaurant. Being yelled at by bratty celebrities at a fraction of the price and coming home smelling reminiscent of a meat locker. Now you’re standing on the top floor of a penthouse suite. Smelling of expensive perfume that your boss totally didn’t break worker/boss relation code for and looking down at the entirety of Tokyo from its bay windows.

Pure luck.

The creature hooked to the upper side of his shoulder unfastens its teeth with a firm graze of your fingers. The steam it emits as it fizzles away is sour.

Mr. Minoru has a pension for starting fights with the wrong people, it seems. With bitter people - scornful people. People who hate him and can’t do anything about it, other than wish him harm or hex him in some way. — Worst are the people who don’t hate him, who envy him. Step into his office with painted smiles and clenched teeth. Who curse his name the moment they leave and leave you to deal with these little “bugs.”

Your nose twitches as its rotten smell encombers. For a moment your pretty face is twisted up in a scowl.

The massages started from an offhand graze of your fingers during a dinner at your old job. Pretty little waitress bending over him in that little work dress and running your finger down his felted coat. You apologize for your familiarity, someone must’ve spilled something on his jacket. ~ But the weight on his back is gone from just that little touch and now he’s offering you a job. You don’t regularly make a habit of helping those you’ve already deemed “afflicted.” But the fucker making goo trails on his back at the time was just disgusting enough to hinder your train of thought, and there’s no way you could’ve gone through your shift without reviling every time you passed his table.

So, now you’re his assistant - and today it’s just a back rub. Thankfully not a request to play with his hair and try not to cringe at the way he shutters from it. A subtle pat on the cheek for his good luck kiss, or a request to sit on his lap while he tells you a story he doesn’t care if you’re listening to. Because you’re quiet.

His not talkative, non-fussy, no complaints assistant.

Like always he fills the empty air in place of your silence. “Ah. By the way, princess. We’ve got a guest coming around after lunch. A real traditional fella. So, we’ll need to be on our best behavior,”

“Apparently he’s got some sort of business opportunity for me in exchange for a few investments,” He sighs when your fingers dip a little under his collar. “Says that in his big fuckin’ haori. Probably cost a few thousand bucks,”

Mr. Minoru shifts his shoulders under your firm touches. “To be completely honest, I don’t really know about it aside from the gag of seeing him in person again. Guy has this weird energy about himself that gives me the creeps. — Says he’s avant-garde. — I just think he’s a weird fuckin’ guy.”

“But,” The exhale he lets out is tempered and whisky tinted, clears out the fresh space in his chest that usually frees up when you’ve got your hands on him. “My old man likes ‘em. Says he’d be good for my health if I kept him around. At the very least build some sorta relationship with him.”

“Too bad my health’s in tip-top shape! Eh, doll-baby?” Minoru twists his head to flash you an expensive smile. Faintly defined cheekbones turning rosy when you return it like you know you’re supposed to. “Got my little guru at my side!”

And your simper, although gentle, is forced. Distantly you wonder if you’re the reason these bugs have become so habitual.

——-

This man is very ill.

Though he walks in with his head held high and a particular spring in his step, your diagnosis is that he must be terminal. He must be diseased and irremediable. In a constant state of agony and so stricken with unwellness that he can’t even think straight. You’ve seen your fair share of “bugs” and rabid disfigured animals that grow out of their hosts like fungus. Some that trail behind like lost children with broken crackling legs - a stench that only accompanies the open wounds whose maggots reach out so helplessly. Disturbing things. For all of it you’ve seen, you’re lucky to say that those cases are few and far in between.

But this,

It has many hands and many faces.

Each accompanied by its own set of teeth. Curling lips that stutter as they rise, etched in lipstick and gum; you find mint leaves hidden in the valley of its tongue, coiling as it softly sings. Watching from afar as it hobbles on its haunches like a drunken man, or of fawn newly grazed. It is steady - and constantly moving. It buzzes like a million bees and yet the man standing next to it is seemingly unaffected.

And so are you.

Your gentility becomes you as you politely bow for the man who you’ve so gracefully led to Mr. Minoru’s office. A practiced curtsy is usually enough to get your usual guests commenting under their nose at your bosses taste in assistant’s, but this man is quiet as he walks past you. So above your head that it almost feels like he doesn’t even know you exist. And that feeling is… off putting to say the least.

You close the door behind him as your boss starts on introductions.

“Ah, so you’ve met my beautiful assistant!” He reaches out his hand. “Minoru. Nice to meet you.”

The genuinity in the man’s smile fastens his eyes into slits as he steps forward to return the shake. “Geto, likewise.”

“Geto, huh? I heard the old man sent you for an investment proposition. My guess is it’s something… traditional?” Minoru gestures toward his garbs.

He’s somewhat clinical in his attempt to look lighthearted, but the sigh he blows out feels trusting. “So this isn’t selling “contemporary” huh?”

Minoru laughs and the thing beside him whimpers.

Your fingers twitch against your work skirt.

You’re a distant shadow lingering behind the conversing men as you step to your post on the far side of the office wall, heels clicking quietly when you bend to fix yourself adjacent to Mr. Minoru’s desk. — You’re not expected to listen much to the conversation, or even understand the matters on which they talk about. Just straighten your back when your boss snaps his fingers and follow obediently when he coos an order.

But even if that weren’t the case, you’d say it’d be hard to pay any attention to anything other than whatever the fuck that is hunched beside the man standing just a few feet away. Singing quietly under its breath and repeating the tune like a prayer. Fearful, shaken, pleaful, dread inducing; overlapping in its many mouths. Your fingernails quietly scrape against each other in your attempt to remain neutral but from a keen eye you’re jarred. Disquietingly moving your eyes from the two men still talking adjacent from you and then it again.

It’s looking at you.

You force down a swallow when Minoru calls your name.

“Quiet thing, isn’t she?” Your boss comments amidst the conversation as you approach them. “Could almost forget she’s here if it weren’t for the eyecandy,”

You smile at him like he’s flattering you but it’s muscle memory. “Sir?”

“Gather up those papers from your desk over there, sweetpea. And hand it to the nice man.”

You almost don’t even wanna turn your back on it.

But against your own anxieties you do as you're told. Even with your nerves frayed as they are. You keep your posture as you hastily skirt to your desk and back across the room again. Nimble, slightly shaken fingers lowering to place it in Geto-san’s hand but he doesn’t acknowledge you even when you smile. Vacant eyes. Bored of you already. —- You don’t know if you should feel more offended or alarmed. But in your curtsy before backing away you decide to split the difference and go for disturbed.

Avant-garde. This guy just gives you the fuckin’ creeps.

He works in health, apparently. From what you’ve gathered in the continuing conversation, he’s a spiritual man who offers health by spiritual means. It’s not a very groundbreaking admission, especially from a man in traditional garb, but he assures that his practices have long surpassed ground theory and have been proven to guarantee actual results. From refractory diseases, mental illness, visible injury; his methods could completely eradicate the need for traditional medicine and take the health industry by storm.

But money is a long factor, longer in the doubtful and non-spiritual. “Non-worthy.” It sounds pointed the way he slips that in, but your red flags aren’t shared with your less than convinced boss.

“Spiritual healing sounds great and all, Geto buddy. But you’re directing services to a pretty biased market.” Minoru crosses one of his legs over the other from his perched position against his desk. “Even with the facts, the money’s in objectivity. You’d get more bang for your buck just saying any Yamada worth his salt can walk in and get rid a’ his sniffles for the right price. - Religion ‘ll just turn people off.”

Geto smiles patiently. “Ah, Minoru-san, we’re not religion based. Religion promotes powerlessness. Our services come from practical people.”

You watch as the creature messily swivels on its crooked legs when he invades its space by leaning back a little. “But to insert certain biases kind of sweetens the deal, doesn’t it? People like things that make them feel special. Even the most useless people should wanna prove themselves in some way, right?”

What a crooked way of thinking.

At your quiet displeasure the mass behind Geto wheezes painfully, wincing when you lock eyes with it. Its song pitches and warbles, chops a little like it’s weeping; but even in its effort to resume its discontent is palpable.

You could almost feel acknowledged by it. By its wandering eyes and its tightened misshapen shoulders. Almost as off put as you are from its spot in the middle of the room. The more you look at it, the more it starts to evoke pity. Even in its unsightliness, it looks misplaced and afraid. - Its song breaks like a cry for mercy and the closer you look at it the more recognizable its purpose becomes.

There are knots in its balmy skin so engorged they bleed and tear. Fabric mincing over fictional scabbing and prayer beads hanging out of its gashes. Every twitch it makes reverberates ricey out of rhythm beats akin to maracas and its song, as out of key as it is, is reverential. Powerlessness. Anodyne through faith. You barely find yourself pitying the afflictions of affected people but in the context of this conversation - it’s watering eyes; you feel empathetic toward this thing and by extension Geto-san.

You assume something awful must’ve started that way of thinking.

Should you even stick your neck out for this guy? You’ve dealt with bigger, more violent ones in any case. But this creature seems peaceful. Following faithfully on its hosts haunches as it waits patiently beside him. You’ll have to be fast and unflashy about it, hopefully the stench from that thing won’t make you hurl on impulse. But if not out of mercy, it would be nice to have it out of your line of vision.

Your eyes cross it again. It’s many eyes well with anguish. You decide that at your next opportunity you’ll get rid of it promptly.

As luck would have it Mr. Minoru’s personal phone rings.

He’s quick in his apologies as he fishes it out of his pocket. Passing a smile to Geto as he quickly bows and makes the few long strides it takes to step out of the door and into the hallway, and a few short snaps in your direction as he points you to the concessionaires reserved for his clients near the door.

You’re practiced as you dip for the little fridge on your left, carefully sliding out a glassed bottle of water from the door and a plastic bag of sliced apples.

“Would you like a snack while you wait, Geto-san?”

He ignores you.

Through a quietly exasperated sigh does he slide his phone out of his hakama and pointedly decide not to acknowledge your awkward stance at the far end of the room. — You know he ignores you because the silence that otherwise permeates the spaciousness of your boss's suite is momentarily disrupted by the sound of your voice bouncing off the walls; followed again by that frigid silence.

This is the guy you’re trying to help.

Even so, your embarrassment is brushed aside in favor of making your way to the small coffee table between him and the other leather seat parallel to his. Thin pencil skirt riding a little as you take wide steps to the little spot that separates him from the empty seat - and you from the thin sliver of carpet standing between he and the now quivering mass.

You bend to place the treats gingerly beside him.

And when you rise you reach for it.

There are practiced fingers circling around your wrist before you can even touch it.

Your fear is potent enough to turn its broken hums into racking sobs as you freeze in his sudden grip. Firmly clasped onto you as he raises your arm over your head and forces you to jolt back with a stuttered breath. Faint greyed markings on the palm of your hand fade but they’re caught under his watchful eye, and through your shock you watch his expression switch.

From confusion, to intrigue, to pure excitement.

Your shock teeters on horror as his pupils dilate. “Now, just what were those pretty fingers planning on doing?”

He seems to revel at the sheer bewilderment that colors in your pretty face from where you nervously stare up at him. Doe eyes lit up by headlights, and the radiative heat of suddenly being this close to his predatory gaze. You stammer. “Wh-? Y-You know it’s-“

“Brought it with me, didn’t I?” He speaks lowly as he circles his thumb over your wrist. “Can’t say I don’t appreciate your concern though, sweetheart.”

You shrink. The absurdity of intentionally carrying a burden like this is as mind boggling as it is chilling. Dread inducing, even. With the kind of bad juju that thing emits there’s no other reason to purposefully let it fester beside you than for motives deeply depraved. Deeply disturbed. The way the air around him murkens and electrifies, and a glint in his eye that makes you feel like prey. — He’s looking at you like you’re dinner right now. And something about that feels trillions of times more frightening than any typical rubbernecking.

After being treated like a ghost by this man this whole time. Now he’s looking at you like you’re a slab of meat spread out for him. Succulent and tenderized, pliant under his fingers. Your soft eyes are rigid with fear as his other hand reaches for you blithely, larger fingers dipping in your loose hair and scooping it gently forward. You glance at it from the corner of your eye.

Smoke curls around his palm.

You suppress with a quiet intake of breath.

Geto-san’s cheeks pinken as he gleefully smiles, emboldened by a genuine tinge of ardor. You do your best not to flinch but it’s futile, his chilled fingers consolingly caress your face as he tuts; and gazes at you like he’s committing you to memory.

“Be patient for me, yeah? I’ll be done in a minute.”

You can’t even begin to guess what that means.

But before you can inquire he’s shushing you with a finger up to his lips. Playfully shooing you away as Mr. Minoru’s footsteps patter closer, and you clumsily re-fit yourself into your professional mask.

“Sorry ‘bout that, pal. Forgot about another meeting I was supposed to attend a little earlier,” He pockets his phone. “No one’s fault.”

He leans against the cliff of his desk where Geto-san’s planted himself again. Minoru glances at the unopened bag of apple slices. “Ah, _____, baby. You were supposed to hand him the good stuff.”

“I’m so sorry, sir.”

“No worries.” Geto laughs airily. “How could anything look nearly as appetizing when you’ve got an assistant like that walking around?”

Your ears burn as Mr. Minoru snorts in kind. “Yeah, fair enough,”

He rolls up his sleeves. “A’right, princess. How bout you hop on over to my lounge and break open the good brandy for my guest and I. Bring us the crystal set. Can you do that?”

—-

The decanter in your hand falls with a dull thump.

There’s no… logical explanation for what you’re looking at right now — Who you’re looking at right now. In any other circumstance deep purples would be expected. Blotched boysenberries and flossy reds, dotted with strained blues. You’d expect tearing - bleeding, audible ginger snaps of tendons and extended bone. A scream even, no matter how silent; all are logically expected. Death is logically expected.

But seeing your boss stretched out like leather, not a full five minutes after leaving him alone with this man, is not.

Your eyes frantically skirt over your boss's heaving corpse from your exposed position at his closing entrance. Watching in repulsed terror as his skin tears and bruises, familiar prayer beads falling out of his flesh like stuffing. - His eyes are rolled agonizingly into the back of his head, mouth opened in a scream. His blood sizzles against the maple of his desk and you can do little but stare in horror.

You flinch as the mainline on his desk starts to go off but you’re no sooner cringing at the way his arm breaks just to reach for it. Bloody fingers pushing the receiver, and cheeks tearing just to respond.

His unchanged voice somehow makes it all the more horrifying. “Hi, Souza. Thanks for getting back to me,”

“Yeah, do me a favor,” You back into the door. “Route about ten million to Geto-san’s organization under investment. And be a dear and sign the invoice for me, would ya?”

You’re gonna be sick.

“So, you’re out of a job now, huh?” You nearly yelp.

Geto-san’s standing just over you. “I’ve got a pretty similar position opened up,” He says casually. “‘Wanna work for me?”

You can barely push out a word. Which, kind man that he is, helps you out by deciding for you. “Ah, Great! I can break you in on Sunday. Here’s my card.”

He smiles kindly as you hesitantly pluck the laminated card from his fingers. Looking at you under mirthful eyes that chill more than they comfort.

“If you’re worried about pay, I can give you double of whatever that monkey gave you. Maybe a little extra if you’re as good as he says you are.”

But before you can recoil at the thought of being stuck under the same kind of boss, with the extra caveat of being a psychopath; he adds with a hint of challenge. “That is, if you can get rid of our friend for us.”

You follow his glance to the creature wearing your boss like a hand puppet.

Do you even have a choice?

Geto-san watches with a keen eye as you warily approach the blinking, bleeding corpse behind your late boss’s desk. Heels clicking slowly against his wooden floors, skin prickling at the thought of even getting close to this thing let alone touch it. There’s a smell that you notice as you move closer. A rotten, discrepant smell that pushes as much as it pulls. Aging, airless skin, barreling toward cell death; only marginally slowed by the alkaline smell of embalming fluid. Too old. Too sour.

But there’s something about it that almost — Hypnotizes. Evokes a kind of nostalgia that almost completely disarms you. Church pews and goatskin, leather hardbacks under frilly gloves; and those damn prayer beads. You can almost hear your grandmother’s voice. The minty sweet taste of stale candies tinted by the perfume in her purse. ~ Watching worship but not understanding it. A contact high of conviction. Your boss’s blood spills and it means something sacred, something reverent. And the closer you get, the more that sacrifice feels for the better.

You flicker a glance in Geto-san’s direction. This guy had this shit on standby?

It’s clammy when your fingers finally graze its skin. Sweaty and twitching, like every touch is a pinched nerve; like every stroke stimulates. There’s movement under the first layer, a hissing under the second. It’s mania seeps off of it in droves and the more you linger on it, the more your stomach twists.

You draw back your hand and rub over the difference in texture.

The room is temporarily endowed with smoke at the snap of your fingers.

They’re both gone when the vapor quickly dissipates, blood formerly staining expensive maple now replaced with its originally polished shine. As well as his chair, his area rug, and any other evidence that could connote what truly horrific fate the man in question had suffered in this very room.

Which is enough to send Geto-san into an ecstatic flurry of applause. “H-Holy shit. Where have you been all my life?”

He’s more focused on the way the weight in your lips shift rather than that being because of a frown. Regardless, you’re still a picture despite it. “You’re gonna fit nicely. — My address is on the card. Come by nine? I’ll have breakfast ready by then.”

He turns with a relaxed lilt toward the exit. “You and I are gonna have a lot of fun.”

The door clicks as the lock disengages.

“Don’t make me come looking for you.”

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[soulrph]

chaotic unhinged lines from 2022-2023 (prompt edition).

basically in 2021 i made a list of prompts inspired by lines in tiktok videos and instagram reels that made me laugh so hard i cried! and now i have returned with another list! these may provide an alarmingly clear image of what my sense of humor is (aka broken) but i figure a little levity is always a good thing! more prompts are forthcoming, but in the mean time: bon appetit!

knowledge has always chased you, but you've always been faster.

no... no, that was mango apathy juice. from the farmer's market.

of all these people, you are the one i understand the least. i want to get to know you better, but like, not that much better.

i-i will CHEW YOUR MEAT!! WHAT are you doing?!

ooooh god, no, you wouldn't be long getting frostbit!

you are evil. like a hobbit.

WHY MUST YOU FAIL ME SO OFTEN?!?!!?

i have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it.

AHEM!! fill my cup.

may god ignore you like you ignored my greetings.

i will avenge you mister van gogh.

call off work bestie, we need you to solve a murder. here's fifteen dollars.

you're not in love. you may think you are, you dumb fuck, but you're not.

go ahead and put the ranch away.

sadly, "hopefully" doth butter no parsnips.

forget school, i want to be an italian sandwich.

you shouldn't skip work, you are a lawyer and he is a hamster.

you can stop roleplaying now. you're free.

her coupon game was so fucking raw.

i'm sorry guys... he's making a salad.

you could get a straight guy here if you learned to make a good pasta. i'll teach you how to make a risotto that'll get you married and out of my basement.

hey, do you want me to get together a plate of roast beef and hide it in our room so we can have night meats?

it's not the most ethical thing in the world, but in a pinch you can hand off a cursed object to basically any baby.

no, children, you're wrong. once upon a time, there was a piece of wood.

and i'm not saying she deserved it, but i am saying that god's timing is always riiiiight.

hydrate or die-drate, ya DICK!

why did the monkey fall out of the tree? because it was DEAD.

new york city is a fictional place written up by someone with a sinister mind and a knack for comedy.

this is grindr my guy.

wait, i didn't finish teaching you the difference between human and wolf anatomy.

it's time to tell your grandmother that she was wrong. do not be afraid.

vanilla vodka... you fucking child.

without ash to rise from, a phoenix would just be a bird getting up.

you are fucking alive. do what you want.

why are you cradling me like a baby, friend? this isn't how guys of my generation hang out.

i hope a hedgehog shits in your cereal, you difficult person.

you know, i am not as mean as i would like to be. and i think people should appreciate that more.

see, i am not a kangaroo.

well, i'd like to help, but... you see... not as much as i'd like not to.

rest in peace you fucking onion fairy.

when god sings with all his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?

i fight for a seat in heaven, every. single. day.

map maker? can you find me somewhere on the map where this big man thinks he's the king?

you bald-headed demon...

so... there are 24 million pigs in australia... and 24 million people... so if you ever feel lonely, there's like, a pig out there that's sort of your cosmic twin.

remember, alcohol is god's apology for making us self-aware.

i'm straight!! stop CONFUSING me!!!!!

you guys want something to eat? because... i know we'll die if we don't eat.

he is a BIBLICALLY gorgeous man. i wanna feed him grapes. i wanna fan him with the frond of a date palm from the forests of Lebanon. i wanna find the alabaster vial of perfume oil that one woman broke for jesus and comb it through his hair. like... he's stressing me OUT.

i'm not sad! i'm freaking HUNGRY!

maybe, if we wait a little bit longer, a fuck will fall into my hand, and i can give it to you.

it's not my fault you thought you lived in this IKEA.

let's leave my mother out of this.

jason may kill people but he's not bad enough to kick a dog.

i run for LUMP!

oh no, i'm all out of caring, baby!

you don't think it mcbe that way... but it mcdo.

what is this enticing bowl of white?

serious question, do his nipples sparkle?

what in the reese's peanut butter fuck is going on here?

if your parents don't buy it, stop loving them!

i just hope you know just how much you've decreased productivity today.

that was poetry at its FINEST.

and if you let that motherfucker shenan ONCE, you best believe they're gonna shenanIGAN!

may god bless the dinosaur that died to make the fossil fuel that was treated to become petrol in the car that took her mom to the hospital to give birth to her.

that's modern milk for ya. what a time to be alive.

you have attachment issues. please fix it.

remember when people had secrets? we should bring that back.

the moon landing was an elaborate marriage proposal.

i don't like the cobra chicken.

i didn't know eggs were this expensive? it's time to lay my own, i fear.

so you're saying the reason i don't have a girlfriend is because i'm not a big enough threat yet.

god gave him a top lip, that's why he's so powerful.

it's a common mistake, but frankenstein was actually the author.

i finally got a pocket-sized diary!!! also i don't get the concept of life.

if a beautiful woman disagrees with me, i will immediately change my view. i've no principles.

how did you all end up married to such boiled potatoes?

if so much as one tear drops from their eye... i will slap you back into your mum.

you are ringing a phone that does not like to be rung.

look how Dr. doofenschmirtz had a fucked up childhood but didn't project his trauma onto his teenage daughter. he projected it onto a platypus.

it is mathematically impossible for you to get a wedgie.

i'm breaking up with you. i love you, it's just... i don't think you could protect me from a mummy.

if you can't do fractions....... you will fucking die.

that's right; in the year 1791, all of our bottoms were killed in a Big Bottom Massacre.

people always assume i'm mean. like CAN you BELIEVE THAT CRAP?! like WHAT would make you think i'm MEAN?! I'M THE NICEST PERSON ON THE PLANET!

the chocolate milk is strikingly overpriced and at the same time very easy to steal; another of god's little tests.

someone's gotta tell the waiter that i ordered mashed 'taters and it sure as shit ain't gonna be me.

if i had a week i couldn't list all the reasons that wouldn't work.

#rp meme #roleplay meme #sentence starters #dialogue prompts #writing prompts

[fandomnerd9602]

Scarlet Weaves

Wanda Maximoff x Spider-Man!Reader

a Scarlet Webs story

It had been like a dream for Wanda. A new world. A new love. A new chance to live and love again.

She was undoubtedly in love with her Spider Monkey, you. It was amazing. The city welcomed her with open arms and even the press gave you and her a cute nickname: Scarlet Webs.

You and her had settled into a nice routine: breakfast with the team, patrol, date night, and then cuddle for the rest of the evening. It was simple, sweet, and it made Wanda feel like there could be a balance between hero and home life. Her heart only grew more and more for you. That life with a home and two little boys seemed so close to a reality.

So much so that she began looking at houses in the Queens area. It was just a mere fantasy but she just loved looking at pictures of houses in Queens. She even got so light jeering from Tony about it.

“Looking at housing for you and your web head?” He’d let out a little laugh. “Just pick one! I can buy any property you want. Just say the word, Red”

Tony kept you and the rest of the team on his payroll. Made sure that you and her were never starving or hurting for money.

Anyway that brings you and Wanda to tonight. You were having a little date night on the town. You were currently making out on a giant web that you spun in some hidden area of the city.

Wanda couldn’t help but giggle. It felt so enticing yet scandalous. You kept one hand on her back while the other was gently holding her cheek.

The two of you lost track of time as you rolled and kissed on that silky web. Wanda couldn’t help but feel like a teenager again.

“Detka” she whispers, out of breath.

“My little witch” you smile back as you gently massage her back. You never felt this way about anyone, let alone someone from another universe.

“I love you” she whispers against your lips.

“I love you and I’m crazy about you” you stare into her eyes longingly.

“I-I’ve been looking into some houses for us” she admits with a little embarrassed grin and blush.

“Really?” You ask back with smile. “You want a little place for us?”

She nods, “I-I love you and…I want to have a family with you. I-I know it seems like it’s all so fast and-“

You cut her off with another kiss. “I want you to be my family too. I’d love to grow old with you, have some kids with you, maybe have one too many drinks with you, watch some old sitcoms with you,” you found yourself rambling.

Wanda couldn’t help but laugh, she loved it when you rambled on like this.

She cut you off with a kiss of her own. “How about you feel about two boys and a little dog?”

“Sounds like paradise to me,” you answer back. “M-my aunt is selling her house in Queens”

“Really?”

“She’s allowing us to put in a bid for it. If you want” you shrug.

Wanda always loved your family. Honestly she could see herself growing old and raising a child or two in that house.

“Did you put in a bid?” She asks a little excitedly. You pull out a house key with a little smirk.

“We just have to sign the papers”

Wanda tackles you to your web, giggling and kissing you. In her excitement, Wanda’s hips end up grinding against yours. Her hands wander into your hair. Your own hands gently make their way under her shirt and up her spine. The two were lost in the heat of the moment. Little moans escape her lips. They were like a sweet symphony to your ears. How you longed to hear more.

“I love you. I love you so much!” Wanda cries. She never thought she could be this loved ever again.

“Wanda,” you groan a little, “we’re still technically out in public.

“Then take me home.” She purrs in your ear, “where no one can disturb us” she gently bites your lip.

“Yes ma’am” you whisper back as you pull her close and swing off your web.

Wanda Maximoff. The witch who literally fell out of her world and right into your arms. She finally found a reason to love again and a home to call her own. And it was all thanks to a little spider she calls her detka.

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[deadsnothere]

Gunslinger Girl!

Synopsis - After getting a call from Garp, Alias made her way to the Baratie for a nice bite to eat and a long needed reunion.

Part 2

WARNINGS!! - READER HAS A NAME!!

Request - no, not taking them sorry.

Word count - 2.8k

Speak Ali! - Both parts together make 5,340 words, this Fic has literally taken up my brain.

Monkey D. Luffy.

Garp was a cheeky bastard.

I, Alias Foreman, Swore to be on Monkey D. Luffy's pirate crew when we both turned sixteen and fled to the sea together. I had a dream of becoming one of the most versatile people known to man. I want to learn as much as I can, to cook, to clean, to navigate boats and ships, anything you can teach me I will try my hardest to understand and learn. Now I'm not saying that I want to be the best at everything, there will always be people better. But I want to at least understand the basics of as much as possible. But for all of my life I've been known as a Gunslinger.

I'm ‘The Cheshire Cat’. Cool name with a stupid job. I hate being a Warlord of the Sea, it's the stupidest job on this side of the east blue, and they wouldn't even give me a proper crew. Just a few bumbling idiots who don't know what being a pirate really means.

Luffy always understood what being a pirate meant. I remember watching Garp train him day in and day out. Parts of me understand why Garp was so hard on him, I mean people say he takes after Gold Roger. Imagine your grandson taking after someone you helped execute. I don't think I'd be fond of it either. I’ve never thought Garp nor Luffy were wrong for what they want but, I think one knows what he's doing and the other doesn't.

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It's always quite bothersome when halfway through my delicious dinner, I get interrupted by a soggy mean fishman running in here and trying to take my table for dinner. If he had waited a few minutes I would've gladly given it up, I just wanted to finish my meal. But the inpatient idiot just had to have it now.

“I'm afraid there are no more tables.” Arlong and two of his crew members were walking down the stairs of the Baratie. They’re bodies are still wet and leaving water as they walk, which is just plain disrespectful. “I see a bunch of tables.” I couldn't help but roll my eyes, to think I would have a peaceful dinner, just hopeful dreaming. People started to whisper and get up from their tables but I stayed in my seat, intending to finish the nice meal served to me. Plus it's not as if they got far, Arlong was yelling at them as soon as he got to the middle of the staircase. “Sit down!” he yelled in his degrading, chalkboard scratching voice. I continued to cut my steak in pieces to eat, they over cooked it a bit but a fine job was done anyways. Seasoned almost perfectly. A little too much oregano, but I'm just too picky with my food. Arlong went around as if he owned the place. “No one leaves.”

He looked at me with malice in his smile. “Except you.” His webbed hand went to grab the collar of my shirt but I stopped it with my own, barely even looking back. “I only have a bite or two left, I'll give it up when I'm done.” I took another drink from my wine and let go of his hand, continuing on with my meal. I could tell it pissed him off from the way he growled close to my ear. A stupid amount of spit landing on my dinner plate and shoulder. I shivered in disgust and stood up from my table. “You know what- take it.” I grabbed my plate and wine and stood up, leaving the small round table for the fishmen to sit at. I felt bad not eating the steak so I got a to-go box from the reservations desk and put it in there to give to someone later. Deciding that maybe i'll get a nice drink from the bar instead.

I was a wine kind of gal so I got a nice glass of Merlot, it was tasty. Had lots of flavor, some of which I enjoyed and some I didn't. I was enjoying the peace. I always knew it wouldn't last long but god was i sad when it was over. “Which one of you is Arlong?” Oh shit. I knew his voice anywhere, the voice I was sent for by his grandfather, the voice of a new age. I got a refill on my wine, and bought the whole bottle while I was at it, due to the lingering feeling that this wasn't going to look pretty.

When I got back into the restaurant I decided to just rest a little under the staircase, hidden by the shadows hopefully. Seeing Luffy again made me nervous. Something about it..something about how he’d be even a little bit different. When I assessed the situation in front of me it confused me a bit. I could hear that Arlong was yelling from the bar but he's an idiot so I tuned it out and tried to enjoy the bit of ‘quiet’ I had. Arlong has an older gentleman by his shirt collar, while Luffy was halfway down the main staircase. He had two men behind him, one named Usopp the other Sanji. I heard about them both, one from a customer here and the other, from a bartender. “So this is the pirate I've heard so much about.” Arlong was starting to circle around some of the tables, pacing I guess. “You know, I was expecting someone… bigger.”

Sounds like my cue. I came out of the shady area setting the wine glass and bottle on the table and grabbing a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from a pocket in my shorts, picking the lucky one and placing it in my mouth delicately. “Tell me about it..I've had someone in my ear all day. ‘Find that dumbass.’ I have a headache at this point.” I laughed and leant on the chair. Luffy looks away from Arlong for a millisecond, to look at me but I don't think it registered in his brain. He couldn't have forgotten me. Luffy spoke, in his normal, nonchalant, Luffy way. “So was I.” I was puffing from my cigarette as I laughed. The snicker making smoke pour out of my nose. That got Luffy's attention. His head snapped to look at me, his eyes didn’t leave me, it looked like he was inspecting every part of my body. Probably looking for the one sign it was me. The small skull shaped scar just above my left knee. I wore shorts today just so he would see it.

His eyes were as wide as the plates they were using to serve that delicious soup I had for an appetizer. “ALIAS?!-” internally I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Externally, all I could do was smile. Luffy had a bright smile on his cheeks and I couldn't help but smile back. It was a smile I yearned for, for so long. I knew with even a bit of it, I was going to be addicted again.

I could see how excited luffy was that I was here (which made me VERY happy), but Arlong being himself did not like that attention wasn't on him for those few seconds so he cleared his throat obnoxiously. “Do you know who I am, boy?” Luffy's attention went to him but came right back when I spoke up. “Arlong the Saw.” There was a moment of silence, I taped the ash away from my cigarette into an empty glass off the table of people in front of me, and took another drag from it. “And just who are you-” - “I’m The Cheshire Cat.” I undid two of the buttons on my button up shirt with one hand, letting my collar fall back to show off the cat like scratches that laid on my collar bone (If those cats were lions that scratched almost all the way down my torso and arm). I did a stupid little bow. A few people reacted but I enjoyed the way Luffy looked so wowed. Arlongs eyes widened but they just went right back to a dumb smug smile. “You, Arlong, go for 20 million berrys.” I took another drag, exhaling calmly. “Which is impressive for the east blue but..Not so much other places.” He laughed from his chest, his friends going along with it. “What does the sell out have to say about it?” I sighed softly.

A part of me wished I was a sell out, instead of a kidnapped child forced to do the government's dirty work. The other part knew I would never do that, knew I would never betray my own crew like that. “Oh nothing honestly, I don't care about you.” I looked over to Luffy who still had a smile on his face. When we made eye contact he started to beam. I've only visited him once since I became a warlord, it makes me happy to see him so full of joy just from a moment of eye contact with me. “I'm here for him.” Luffy's hands started to shake, it was something small he always did around me. Blurted it out one day, said when I was excited sometimes I gave him a look, a glint in my eye that made him so happy his entire body shook. It was the sweetest thing he’d ever said to me. Arlong growled once again, leaving spit in someone's food. Those poor people.

He was circling the tables to get to me, circling around me slowly as if I was fish bait he was waiting to snap on. “Well I was here first.” I thought about correcting him, telling him that I was in fact here first. But Luffy interrupted the thought anyway. “How’d you find me anyway?” Luffy sounded completely confident in himself, Arlong just let out another horrid chuckle and made his way back to where he originally stood. “Old friend helped me track you down.” At first Luffy looked over to me, but I was drinking a sip of wine, just listening to what was happening in front of me. Arlong clicked his tongue and one of the other fish men grabbed the clown pirate's head out of a bag. “Heya, Straw hat. Did you miss me?” Luffy looked extremely confused, Sanji looked exhausted and Usopp looked terrified. “Burpy?” The name he called him almost made me spit out my wine from laughter (Which made Luffy happy, I could tell because he glanced at me. Even just for a second.) “What are you doing here?”

The fact that there was only a clown head confused and disturbed me, but I looked past it. “Believe me, it wasn't my first choice either.” He looked a bit nervous as he spoke. “But these fine fishy folk persuaded me to point them in the right direction, which ain't easy when you don't have any hands!” The joke made me raise my eyebrows and laugh a bit, it was funny i'll give him that. But Luffy still looked confused. “How’d you even know where to find me?” Suddenly the clown had the most serious expression I've ever seen him in. “I told you, I've got eyes and ears everywhere.” I noticed an ear start to climb out of the red band of Luffys hat. It was quite strange. The ear went back to the clown and popped right back in place, laughing. Luffy took the hat off his head inspecting it, while the two men behind him shared a look. “Stereo!” Luffy looked shocked. “You were listening all along? You heard everything?” The clown was quite happy. “Everything! and that old quick. 'Cause you shi-diots have no idea what you're doing.” The mashup word made me giggle a bit, it sounded so stupid, but it was kinda funny. (But luffy frowned a bit when he saw I laughed so i stopped as quick as i started).

The clown's head jumped towards the fishman with the huge lips. “Hey lips? How about a scratch behind the old ear, huh?” That made me roll my eyes, he was stupid enough to ask his captors that? The fishmen put him back in the bag. Buggy complaining about how sandy and wet it was.

“Listen here. I want my map.” It was so stupid. Watching them fight over the map to the entrance to the grand line, I understand why Luffy wanted it, but Arlong has a giant crew of thieves who could easily take it from another marine base. “Along with half of whatever you plunder as tribute.” Tribute? for getting a map, does he want tribute for his own existence now? “And if you bow down to me, I might even let you serve in my kingdom.” Stupid men. All of them were the same. Well not all, but most were extremely similar. “I don't bow down to any man.” Luffy stood tall, his head held up high as usual. That's my boy. “I'm no man.” Luffy continued. “Or fish.” That made Arlong growl and made me laugh. “And you’re no king.” There was a certain feeling in the air, the aggression that at any moment, one or the other would attack. Everyone was on high alert, my wine made that hard. It was just so delicate. Hard to enjoy in this environment but perfect in others.

“I will be, when I get my grand line map.” Luffy just smiled, which was a little bit attractive. “Then” He placed his hat back on his head. “You’re gonna have to fight me for it.” I take the attractive comment back, he's stupid. “Then let the fighting begin.” A bullet bounced off the fishmans skin. My hands almost drew closer to my own guns but instead I decided to pour another glass of wine. The old man that cooked my food was standing with a gun in his hand, the trigger pulled in his fingers clutches.

The thing about fishmen (I had learned the hard way) is that regular bullets don't affect them. I have very special bullets, made from some weird unmeltable ice, something about them coming from a town inside the grand line called drum town, from the deepest parts of frozen lakes. They're so sharp they even pierce fishman skin but don't go as deep as I would like.

Arlong turned to the old man, one of his crew members kicking him away and down before punching him into a pillar. Sanji called out his name and ran over, jumping on the table and kicking the fishman in the face. Which just pissed him off more. He got a few good kicks to the face and arms, even the legs but Luffy distracted him. “Really good fighter.” By the time he went to do a quite nice spinning kick to the face again, he caught his foot in his arm. I reached for both guns in my holsters, Checking that they had the correct bullets and shot multiple rounds from Alice, all of them making a trail up his arm and letting Sanji get away. The fishman looked back at me, anger and confusion in his eyes. “These bullets are made of ice, so sharp they even pierce fishman skin. I got them specially made.” There was a delicate smile on my lips, blowing the smoke out of my mouth and away from my guns. Normally i wouldn't touch these but i had a feeling about bringing them today, i'm glad i did. they may be expensive but Luffy was worth it anyways.

Everything was happening so quickly, Luffy's gum gum pistol, Arlong grabbing and pulling him closer. “Uh-” I could tell there was panic in his voice, but I couldn't tell if helping would really be helping at all. He was thrown at a pillar, landing on the floor with a thud. “Get up!” Arlong yelled, if i was him i would've stayed on the floor in spite, but he got up regardless. He kept stretching his arms three punches, one to each shoulder and one to the face. “Not bad for a human.”

I lifted my pistol to shoot Arlong but luffy put his hand up, his middle and ring finger were intertwined and the other three fingers touched. That was our sign when we were kids to stay out of it. It was our secret signal, not even Ace or Sabo or Dadan knew what it meant. I lowered my pistol, spinning it and putting it back in its holster. I grabbed the wine bottle taking a nice big gulp. Glad i’d gotten the entire bottle because this in fact, was not going to be pretty.

Part 2!!

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[gaysindistress]

When Night Comes - one

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: mob!Bucky because he is his own warning, probs only cursing this chapter

word count: 2.1K

masterlist

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest

“Hey I need your help out front,” Jessica wearily asks as she pops her head into the classroom door. The other woman who’s sitting on the jungle carpet with the kids nods her head and stands up, kids clinging to her arm as she does so. 

“What’s up?” she asks, shaking off the monkey children, “I need you guys to go sit on the carpet. I need to talk to Ms. Jessica.”

The kids run back to the group before Jessica explains, “There’s a man here to pick up Wyatt but I don’t recognize him and he’s not showing any ID. I figured with who his parents are, you might want to check it out.”

“Bruh you’ve got to be kidding me. Get a picture of him and his car and don’t let any of the kids out of the room until I come back. I’m getting real sick of this shit,” the mental exhaustion of running a daycare, let alone one with high-profile clients, rips her apart most days.

Another kid comes running up to the two women, complaining about how annoying her brother is being, “Ms. Jessica, Ms. Sunny, Mason won’t leave me alone. He keeps pinching me.”

Jessica takes over the situation and leads the little girl back towards the carpet, asking her what she did to try and stop him while the other woman, Ms. Sunny, leaves to handle the rather broody-looking man at the school’s front doors. His jaw is locked in a permanently clenched state, no doubt causing tension but also creating a killer resting bitch face. He’s looking down at his phone and doesn’t notice that she’s in the lobby with him until she clears her throat. 

“I’m here for Wyatt,” he fumbles to put his phone away when he looks up at her. 

“Can I see your ID please?” she asks, coming to stand in between him and the hallway leading toward the classroom. 

“No.”

She flashes a very fake smile and crosses her arms over her chest, “Unfortunately it’s our policy; I can’t release a child into someone’s care unless I know who they are or I see their ID to confirm they’re on the approved adult list. So if I can’t see your ID then I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Just call Steve,” his jaw twitches as his frustration grows. 

“I can once I see your ID.”

“You don’t need to see my ID. Just call Steve and bring out Wyatt.”

She scratches at the corner of her eye in annoyance, “I’m about 30 seconds from calling the police on you for attempted kidnapping. You may either leave or show me your ID, it’s really not that hard.”

When he puts his hands on his hips, metal flashes from under his coat in an attempt to scare her into submission but all she does is let out a breathy laugh at the lame attempt. This only frustrates him even more and he digs into his pocket to retrieve his phone to make a call while giving her the staredown. Being an unbothered queen, she flashes him another sarcastic smile when he gives her a particularly nasty look. The kids are going wild in the classroom, screams and laughter echoing through the hallway and into the lobby. Another man gets out of the SUV the first man no doubt arrived in and raps harshly on the school’s glass door. A black hoodie peaks out from under the leather jacket he’s wearing, giving him a softer look than the other man who’s in a full suit. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve assumed that he was the lackey and the first man is the boss but she does and resists rolling her eyes when she pushes open the door for him. 

“Thank you, Doll,” his honey voice coats her ears as he slides past her, “What seems to be the problem?”

“This asshole here wouldn’t let me see his ID and was being rude, demanding that I just bring out Wyatt,” she’s dropped the kind daycare teacher act at this point and falls back into her normal personality and word bank. 

“Is that true, Scott?” the honey-voiced man asks Scott, turning his head to look at him. 

“Maybe if she wasn’t being such a bit…”

He cut him off with a stern look, “I’m going to stop you right there. We don’t call women names even if they are true. Now apologize to her and go to the car.”

Scott mumbles a very curt and snarky apology to her and shoves the door open, storming off like a child. She lets out a deep sigh, watching him leave before looking at the other man whose eyes haven’t left her, “I still need to see your ID.”

“Of course,” he pulls his wallet from his back pocket and flips it open to hand her the card. 

She glances over it and hands it back, “Thank you, Mr. Barnes. Wyatt will be right out and next time you come to pick him up, please come in yourself or have the Rogers add the asshat to the list. I really don’t enjoy arguing with a man-child when I have a classroom full of better-behaved kids.”

Mr. Barnes chuckles and nods to show he’s in agreement, “Scott could use a lesson or two in manners. I’ll make sure he won’t bother you again.”

Wyatt comes bounding out of the classroom, backpack hanging off one shoulder and half-finished coloring pages fisted in his hands. He breaks into a sprint when he spots his uncle crouching down with arms wide open and nearly tackles him to the ground. 

“Uncle Bucky!” he shouts when he jumps into Bucky’s arms.

“Hey buddy, how was your day?”

“Look at what I made,” Wyatt shoves the coloring pages into Bucky’s face with excitement, “Ms. Sunny helped me.”

Bucky’s eyes rake up her form before making intense eye contact with her, a small smirk on his plump lips, “Is that so? Why don’t you say goodbye to Ms. Sunny?”

Wyatt launches himself at her legs, rapidly saying his goodbyes. She smiles down at him, “Have a good night, home slice. We’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

He runs back to his uncle and takes his hand as Bucky pushes the door open to leave. He pauses and sends Wyatt to the car so he can get one last word in with the daycare teacher. 

“I really am sorry for the confusion earlier. Let me make it up to you.”

“Yeah come in yourself next time,” she scoffs, spinning to go back to the classroom. 

“How about dinner?” he calls after her, freezing her just before she gets to the room. 

“Are you seriously asking me out?”

He shrugs his shoulders, a smirk growing even wider, “Are you saying yes?”

She doesn’t give him the satisfaction of answering and disappears into the classroom, leaving him chuckling to himself. It’s not the first time they’ve met, having seen each other in passing when he picks up Wyatt but this is certainly the first time he’s actually talked to her. She’s not surprised that he decided to flirt with her; he is, after all, the king of New York and known as the Flirt of Brooklyn. Even though the kids call her Ms. Sunny, she’s a far cry from her nickname and is unamused by his behavior. He’s going to have to try harder than that to get under her skin or take her out. 

Jessica quickly gets up from the teacher’s desk when Sunny comes back in, “Everything go okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waves Jessica off, “It ended up being Wyatt’s uncle who sent in his bodyguard. I told him that he needed to come in himself like he had been doing so hopefully I won’t have to call Mom and Dad. You know how Mr. Rogers gets when we call him.”

“Oh yeah, I wouldn’t get them involved unless it again,” Jessica agrees but her face lights up at the mention of the uncle, “Oh my god it was Bucky Barnes?”

This time she can’t stop her eyes from rolling on their own, “Yes it was. Jesus, what is it with you and every other woman who works here?”

“Um did you even look at him? He’s like super hot and rich, who wouldn't want a piece of that ass?”

“Ok language, we have little ears,” Sunny whispers to her over-excited coworker, “Also he’s a criminal so there’s that.”

“Which makes him even hotter. You’re telling me that you didn’t feel something down there?”

“Jessica!” The woman smiles devilishly at her, awaiting her answer.

“No, and the whole bad boy thing is the worst trope I’ve ever heard of.”

“I’ll bet you anything that after one more interaction with him and you’ll be gossiping right along with us,” Jessica winks at her as she waltzes away to go help one of the kids with their project. 

“Oh Sunny,” Jessica’s sing-song voice calls out as she walks down the hallway to the classroom. From her spot at the teacher’s desk, she can hear just how excited Jessica is by how she’s practically running down the hallway. She bursts into the room, two drinks in hand and various bags hanging off her arms. 

“I come bearing gifts,” she puts the drinks on the desk whilst dropping her bags to the ground, “A chai with almond milk and cinnamon. Also, I have a favor to ask of you.”

Sunny takes the boiling chai into her cold hands and sighs at the warmth it brings as she listens to the favor, “Thank you, my dear. I’m all ears.”

“So,” she begins, shoving off her leather jacket, “my friend is having a kickback this weekend and I need you to come with me.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to be there.”

Leaning back in the creaky chair, Sunny gives her a disapproving look, “Hm you said need.”

“Can’t it both?” Jessica’s black hair falls forward over her shoulders as she moves to rest her arms on the desk, “Either way I would really really appreciate it if you came with me.”

“You still haven’t told me why.”

“The guy I've been talking to on and off for like months now is going to be there and I could really use a wing woman.” 

“Girl, what do you need a wing woman for?”

Jessica scoffs, dramatically spinning away, “He’s so fucking dry over text but in person, he’s like a totally different person. I need someone to flirt with him a little and see if he’s really just that way or if he’s just not interested in me.”

Sunny mulls over the thought, sipping away at the devilishly hot coffee in her hands. Going to a kickback would be fun but flirting with people, let alone talking to people isn’t something that she enjoys or wants to do on her time off. 

“What do I get out of it?”

Flashing the best smile she can, Jessica pleads with her, “A lifelong friendship. Please please please come with me.”

“How big is this kickback going to be?”

“Like 50 people tops.”

Her jaw drops in shock, “50? As in five zero?”

“Yes,” Jessica says sheepishly, dropping herself onto a tiny table meant for their kids. 

“That’s not a kickback. That’s a whole ass house party. Kickbacks are maybe 10 people, not five times that.”

“I promise it’ll be so low-key that you won’t even notice. I’ll pay for the Uber, drinks, whatever, just come with me please.”

“ You do realize how inappropriate it is for a director to hang out with a teacher let alone go to a house party, right?” Sunny asks, setting her coffee down and checking the time to make sure they have enough time to hash out the details before the kids arrive. 

“No one will find out. Your bosses don’t even check on us that often. I highly doubt they’re going to find out you went to a friend’s house for some drinks.”

“You underestimate their ability to royally fuck me over,” her alarm goes off to let her know that it’s 7 am and parents are about to start showing up, “I’ll go BUT you’re paying for everything and I reserve the right to leave whenever I want and you have to come with me.”

“Oh my god! Yes yes yes thank you so much, Sunny you’re a lifesaver,” Jessica jumps up in glee and throws her arms around Sunny who had gotten up to open the school doors, “We’re going to have so much fun!

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[maybankiara]

WHY'D YOU ONLY CALL ME WHEN YOU'RE HIGH

pairing: Rafe Cameron x Ex!Reader summary: Rafe keeps calling you even though you've broken up -- but he only calls you while high, yet you can't bring yourself to tell him no. word count: 3.3k additional: this deals heavily with rafe's addiction, so heavy mentions of that. angst with pining. naturally, title from the arctic monkeys song. masterlist 

The phone rings.

  Your hands scramble around the bed and the nightstand until they’re wrapped around the little brick and you answer, not looking at the caller ID beforehand.

  ‘Hello?’

  Your phone was on Do Not Disturb. Whoever’s calling, it’s important enough for you to pick up.

  There’s no answer, though. You repeat yourself because you can hear someone breathing on the other line, and that’s when you finally look at your screen – and your heart sinks to your stomach.

  ‘Rafe,’ you sigh. ‘What's going on?’

  ‘Hi,’ he says.

  ‘Are you high?’

  ‘That's not what I—I mean, yeah, maybe, but that’s not what I—Nevermind.’

  You sit up in your bed, rubbing your eyes. There’s no light and you debate turning on the one on your nightstand, but maybe this will be short, and you’ll go back to sleep soon.

  ‘You’re high,’ you say.

  ‘Yeah.’ He pauses and you hear him shuffling. ‘I’m sorry.’

  ‘You know I don’t like it when you get like that.’

  He apologises again.

  You don’t know what to say. The clock says it’s nearly three in the morning on a Sunday, and you really ought to be sleeping. Hell, you haven’t even spoken to Rafe in weeks, if not a month – you know you shouldn’t be the one he’s on the phone to.

  But he is. And you haven’t hung up yet.

  You turn on your light, squinting in response. ‘Are you at a party?’

  ‘I left.’

  ‘Okay. Are you going home?’

  There’s hesitation before he says no, and another pause before he finally asks: ‘Can I stay over?’

  You sigh, again, and push the covers off of your bed. ‘No, Rafe. You’re not staying over. Especially not like this.’

  ‘I know. I’m sorry. I wanted to see you.’

  The slippers come on with ease. You think about putting on your dressing gown, but something clicks in your head. ‘You’re outside my house, aren’t you?’

  ‘Yes.’

  You sigh for the third time and promise yourself to stop doing it, but it’s Rafe. He has a special effect on you, tiring most of all, nowadays.

  You tell him to wait a few minutes as you put the phone on your bed, but don’t hang up. He wouldn’t want you to. His breathing is still coming from the phone, but it seems calmer, and you wonder if he can hear you putting on a pair of joggers and a sweater that he left behind. It makes you wonder if the same memories are flashing through his mind, too.

  His car’s headlights are on and the engine is rumbling quietly. A dozen flashes of the times this happened before blend together – you blink them away.

  The passenger window is open, as it always is, and you lean through it. ‘Park up.’

  ‘I was thinking we could go for a drive.’

  ‘Nu-uh. Park up.’

  ‘At your parents’ house?’

  ‘I said what I said.’

  Rafe doesn’t say okay, but you see the resignation in his eyes. His hand moves the gearstick and you take a step back, watching as he rolls the car into the parking lot, next to your father’s car. He walks out and asks what’s happening with that, and you say you’ll deal with it in the morning.

  ‘What are we doing, then?’

  You turn in the spot, your feet taking to the journey as if you never stopped taking it. ‘I’m walking you home.’

  Rafe just gives a resigned, okay.

  For a while, you walk in silence. It’s a chilly night and you stuffed your hands in your pockets, twirling the keyring around your index finger. You only glance at Rafe, almost scared to look at him properly – who knows what you’ll see.

  You’ve seen him in enough states to make you apprehensive of it.

  It’s almost as if he feels it, because after five minutes of nothing, he says: ‘It’s not that bad, you know. It was an easy night.’

  ‘Taking it easy, huh. You do that now?’

  ‘I try.’

  This—right then—is when you really look at him for the first time. He walks under a streetlamp and it gives his skin a grey-ish, washed out appearance, and his hair lighter than you remember it. He’s slouching a little, instead of the prideful walk you’re used to, and his eyes are transfixed on you.

  ‘Shit, Rafe.’

  His head hangs low. ‘It’s been a – a rough time.’

  You know. Oh, you know.

  The urge to touch his arm is there, so you press the keys into your palm. You want to tell him to get out, for his own sake, but you just press the keys harder.

  He’s not your problem anymore. He never really was.

  ‘I miss you,’ he says.

  ‘Rafe—’

  ‘Just— Hear me out, okay?’

  ‘No,’ you say, continuing to walk even though he stopped. ‘I’m not doing this right now.’

  His arm catches yours and he spins you around, making you look at him face-on – and what you see is agony. ‘Please.’

  ‘No.’

  ‘But you came out,’ he says. ‘You’re walking me home. For sure that—’

  ‘That means I care, sure.’ You take your arm out of his grip. You keep your voice low, even though you can feel yourself seething. ‘But because I’m human and you were literally at my door. Don’t read into it.’

  ‘But—’

  ‘I’m done with you, Rafe. I told you that.’

  You keep walking. Whether he follows, that’s his problem – even though you know he will. It’s not the first time this is happening, but you’d like it to be the last. You really would.

  (A part of you is convinced otherwise. You look at him and see pain on his face, the utter disdain you know is directed towards none but himself.

  He could’ve had you and he blew it, but you don’t want to think about it. About the sacrifices you made and the ones he couldn’t. About promises that were never kept.

  Rafe’s an addict. It hurts—you wish things were different—but the truth has red eyes and a red nose.

  It doesn’t mean you love him any less, and that’s the part that kills you.)

  You take him to his front door. He hasn’t said a word since, and every time you glanced over, his eyes were glued to his feet. You can feel the same reeking off of him and you replay your words, and maybe you’ve been a little bit harsh with him.

  ‘Rafe.’

  He looks at you and you see his face light up with hope, just enough to fool you—maybe things could be different—and you pull him into a hug.

  Rafe smells and feels the same as he always has, as you think of doing this with skin against skin, with his lips pressed to your neck, and it takes you a moment to remember that Rafe is gripping you because that’s never happening again.

  Because you ended it.

  ‘Y/N, just once—’

  ‘Rafe,’ you say, softly, and give his cheek a gentle kiss. ‘I’ve given you all the chances already.’

  You don’t say goodbye.

  You don’t wait to see him walking in.

  Because you know that until you’re out of sight, he’ll be looking at you.

—

For a month, nothing happens.

  Then it’s the middle of the day and you’re at brunch with your parents when your phone rings with his ID. You debate not answering—you wish it wasn’t something you’d even think about—but the guilt from the way you acted last time is what makes you pick up.

  ‘I need you.’

  ‘Rafe, what’s—’

  ‘I need you to pick me up,’ he says, sounding exasperated. ‘Y/N, please.’

  You look over at your parents and mouth that it’s an emergency, and they don’t question it.

  The address you’re given is about a ten minute drive. It’s near enough to not give you enough time to start to really panic, but not far enough for you to not hear what’s going on on the other end – Rafe throwing up.

  He asked to hang up. You said absolutely not.

  You pull up at a house in the Cut, a bit larger than you’d expected. You know what that means – a dealer’s house. Music is loud enough that you can hear it inside the car and it makes you wonder what’s happening. Rafe wasn’t much of a help in answering that question.

  He walks out in just a wifebeater and shorts. He’s stumbling, but he’s close enough to the car that you just lean over and push the passenger door open for him.

  ‘You look like shit,’ you say.

  Rafe holds a tissue to his nose—red one, at that—and gives you a look that tells you he knows. ‘Please take me home.’

  You don’t need to be told twice.

  His family is out of town and you know this because it’s the talk of the town, the Camerons away for the summer. All apart from Rafe. The house is quiet, because of it, and it feels odd that you don’t need to tiptoe your way around.

  There’s a first aid kit in the bathroom and you apply some cream to Rafe’s cuts and bruises, bandaging the knuckles. The vomiting has stopped and he’s had enough water to drench a desert, so now you’re just playing nurse.

  ‘What happened?’

  ‘Barry showed up.’

  ‘Right.’

  Nothing more needs to be said. You can already see it. Drugs, Barry, probably staying up the whole night – it’s never a recipe for anything good.

  All patched up, Rafe thanks you. ‘For everything, you know.’

  You stand up and wipe your hands on your trousers. The mess has been cleaned and he’s looking good, and it’s time for you to go – which is what you say.

  Rafe takes hold of your hand. ‘Stay. Please.’

  ‘My family’s waiting for me.’

  ‘I know, I just– I don’t want to be alone.’

  ‘Call Topper. Or Kelce.’

  ‘Just stay for a little while,’ he pleads. ‘Just for a bit.’

  The despair in his voice makes you consider it. By now, your family would’ve left the restaurant and gone back home to relax. Nobody really needs you around – not as much as Rafe.

  You help him get into bed, turning your back to him as he strips to his underwear. You never venture underneath the covers, even though he offers.

  He apologises again. Your mind takes you to the cocky guy you met all those years ago, the guy who had you wrapped around his finger. The guy who ruled the world, if somebody asked you. The guy you fell in love with after years of friendship, the guy who became more than that.

  This is not him.

  ‘Why did you call me, Rafe?’

  ‘Because it’s you,’ he mutters, half-asleep, into the pillow.

  ‘What do you mean?’

  He mumbles, again, sleep catching him fast, but you still understand it: ‘Because you’re the only one who makes me feel safe.’

  You end up staying for another hour or so. Rafe looks peaceful—his nose is scratched and there’s some dried blood right underneath it, with a tiny cut on the bridge of it and a black eye starting to form—but he doesn’t look stressed, or upset, or high.

  He just looks like Rafe.

  And that is precisely why you grab your phone and leave, before your past feelings come flooding back.

—

You think it’s done. You don’t see him, you don’t talk to him, you barely even hear about him. What you know is that the partying continues and the reputation worsens, but you tell yourself: he’s not my problem anymore.

  And then you remind yourself that he never really was – your problem or yours, in general.

  Which is precisely why you’re not expecting to be greeted with his face when you open your front door. His face—recently battered and bruised, but healed—stretched into a smile.

  ‘Can I come in?’

  ‘I… I don’t think that’s a good idea.’

  ‘Please,’ he says. ‘I just want to talk.’

  You look at his eyes and sure enough, they’re red, and sure enough, so is his nose.

  ‘You’re high.’

  He doesn’t deny it. He knows his apology wouldn’t mean anything, either.

  ‘I just want to talk.’

  Your family is away for the time being and you’ve got nothing better to do—or that’s what you tell yourself—so you step aside, let him in, and lock the door behind him.

  Rafe takes a seat in your living room while you get both of you a glass of water. He’s looking around as if he hasn’t seen the place before, and even comments on the interier change – your dad insisted on adding a fireplace. Yet as you sit down on the armchair next to him, you think about all the times you’ve fooled around in this very room, and remember that none of the furniture is sacred anymore.

  ‘Are you hungry?’

  He shakes his head. It’s probably a lie—you know his munchies—but you won’t push further.

  ‘I fucked up,’ he says. ‘With you. Everything I did – I shouldn’t have done it. I should’ve done it the right way, you know. I just didn’t…’

  ‘Didn’t know.’

  ‘Yeah.’

  You watch him for a moment. He’s squirming in his seat and despite the state he’s in, he’s handsome as ever. Chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, buzzed hair starting to grow out again. But his lip is trembling and you see him shaking, and you wonder how lon git is until the comedown hits.

  ‘You know that wouldn’t have changed anything,’ you tell him. ‘Chocolate?’

  ‘I—Yeah, sure.’

  You hand him some Ferrero Rocher your mother left behind. He devours it, and the second one as well, while you take your time with yours.

  ‘I don’t really want to talk about it, Rafe.’

  ‘About us.’

  ‘Call it whatever you like. It’s in the past. We’re not digging there.’

  The glass thuds as you put it down. You pat down your thighs and shift on the couch, growing antsier by the minute. Rafe doesn’t seem to be that bad today and it’s almost pissing you off – he’s sitting there all calm and collected while you’re scrambling whatever sense of self you’ve got left.

  ‘Is it because you’re scared?’

  Your head snaps to him. Your mouth hangs open—the audacity—but nothing comes out of it.

  Rafe’s lips are pressed into a tight line and his eyes bore into yours. ‘You’re scared to talk about it. To admit what happened. To admit what it meant.’

  ‘It meant nothing,’ you say. Cold shivers run down your body. ‘We were hooking up for a few months. Don’t read into it.’

  He looks like somebody slapped him. ‘Right. So it meant nothing.’

  ‘It didn’t.’

  ‘And that’s why you always answer when I call.’

  ‘Are you here to be a piece of shit, Rafe? Is that it?’

  You push yourself off the armchair and walk all the way to the other end of the room. The window against your back cools you down, and you get to look at Rafe.

  To look down on him.

  You’re expecting him to fire up, like you’re used to, but his face softens, instead. There’s sweat starting to form beads on his forehead and you know he must be going through a comedown, but he doesn’t show it.

  ‘I loved you, you know,’ he says. ‘Still do.’

  You press the back of your hand to your forehead, closing your eyes. The memories flood – from the first kiss to the last, from finding out he does light drugs in his spare time to rubbing his back as he pours his stomach out, from asking him to decide what they are to him saying you weren’t anything.

  Just a hookup.

  For nearly a year.

  ‘Don’t say that.’ You wrap your arms around your chest. ‘Don’t fucking say that. You got no right.’

  Rafe stands up, too, and he looks taller than you remember—or you’ve shrunk into yourself—and approaches, but stays within an arm’s length. ‘I made a mistake when I let you go. I can’t make it right, I know, but I want you to.’

  ‘Rafe, you don’t—I need some air.’

  He follows you to the balcony, overlooking your parents’ garden. You don’t bother turning on the light – you don’t really want him to see you.

  ‘I wanted to be with you,’ he says, ‘so fucking much. I was just a fool.’

  You leave it for a moment—see if there’s anything else to come out—then say: ‘I didn’t end it because you didn’t want to make it official.’

  ‘You didn’t?’

  ‘I thought you knew.’

  ‘I thought…’ Rafe sits on the chair that’s always there, the one your dad sits in every Sunday morning, and slumps down. ‘I was convinced.’

  You lean over the fence, pretending you’re not holding onto it because otherwise you’d crumble. ‘Do you remember what I said when I ended things?’

  He thinks about it. ‘That you can’t do this anymore.’

  ‘I meant drugs, Rafe.’ You look at him and for once, you let him see the vulnerability. ‘The hobbies. That’s what I couldn’t do anymore. Because I knew when it came down to that, you’d never choose me over it. I couldn’t watch you fuck up your life time and time again.’

  ‘Then why do you—’

  ‘Answer?’

  ‘Yeah.’

  You laugh. ‘Because I’m terrified, Rafe! I’m terrified that you’ll be dying somewhere, alone, because everyone’s left. Because that’s where you’re headed. And I want no part in it.’

  In the end, nothing is resolved. Rafe leaves with slumbed shoulder and shivers, and you close the door with shaky hands and tears pooling in your eyes. You watch him walk back to his car, knowing you should tell him not to drive—to stay—but knowing it’s about time you puts yourself first.

  You loved him, too. But there’s a line between loving someone and sacrificing yourself for them.

  Rafe drives away, and you let yourself become a sobbing mess on the floor.

—

He doesn’t call.

  Over the next year or so, you see him only in passing. There’s an odd mention here and there, from friends of friends, but Rafe is no longer a part of your life. There’s been times when people have brought up that part of your past, but you’ve shut it down quick enough that they’ve learned to stop.

  You did your best to erase Rafe from your story.

  Yet there he is – his sweatshirt still hangs in your closet, though you don’t wear it. The couch in your living room has a scratch from your nail when you were having sex on it. When someone knocks, the tiniest part of you rises up to hope it’s him, needing you again.

  When your friends ask, you tell them that it’s over. You made it clear.

  So when your phone rings and it’s his name on the screen, he tells you he’s sober. He’s been sober for a while. And all he wants to know is if there’s still a part of you that would like to meet the new him.

  To let him start over.

  And this time, you don’t say no.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fanfiction #outer banks #obx #obx imagine #outer banks fanfiction #my fic

[amxrany]

!! CHAPTER 7 / DIASOMNIA ARC SPOILERS !!

WE CAN GET THROUGH THIS GUYS LET'S GO (Part 4):

While Silver is in the darkness, he then sees Lilia's old memories. The first one is of Lilia visiting Wild Rose Castle after a peace treaty was made, this takes place 300 to 400 years after the events of Meleanor's death

While walking through the abandoned castle, Lilia hears a cry in the throne room. He rushes there to find a baby, and not just any baby IT'S BABY SILVER WHICH REVEALS THE FIRST CG IN THE GAME 🥹

(SILVER BEING TWISTED FROM AURORA IS REALLLLL)

Of course Lilia wondering why the hell is there a baby in the abandoned castle uses his Unique Magic on it. Thus revealing his UM "Far Cry Cradle", this allows him to see the past memories of someone who gets hit with the spell. This is how he finds out that the baby is actually the son of the Knight of Dawn and Princess Leah, while the war was happening 3 fairies blessed the baby by making him sleep through the war, even if it will last 10 to 100 years (well it went beyond 100 years). Once the little prince finds someone who loves him (or in other words true love), he will awaken from slumber; AND IT WAS LILIA WHO APPEARED WHICH CAUSED BABY SILVER TO WAKE UP WHICH IM JUST AAAAAAAAAA 😭😭😭

We can't forget that present time Silver is watching all of this happen, and noticed Lilia having mixed feelings about the whole thing. He (Lilia) tries to kill the baby after finding out he was the child of the enemy, but couldn't bring himself to do it. Lilia then asks himself if he can even love a human being? After losing his loved ones to them, and everything that happened. Which causes Silver to scream at Lilia that he doesn't deserve love (STOP SILVER IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT)

Lilia then tells baby Silver that the day he finds him will be his birthday (which is May 15th), and blesses him. This explains why Silver has silver hair despite being born blonde. Lilia also names the baby Silver because of the moon that shines through the night, which serves as a light to light up the path

We then move to another flashback, now this time it features Malleus. We see the cottage that present time Silver grew up in (which is like the cottage from the movie)

While Lilia is singing a lullaby to baby Silver (the same one Meleanor sang to egg Malleus), Malleus comes in cuz he overheard from the fairies that Lilia found a human. Then Malleus proceeds to call baby Silver A NAKED MONKEY CREATURE NAHHH 💀🤚

We also have to remember that Lilia didn't know shit about taking care of a human, much more a baby, so he visits Baul's daughter and son-in-law (Sebek's Mother and Father) for advice. Lilia then tells Malleus he's going out to get baby supplies and leaves Malleus with Silver, but Malleus is afraid that he might destroy Silver if he holds him (aww that's cute 🥹) but Lilia still leaves him behind regardless

Baby Silver wakes up to Malleus and starts crying and Malleus is now wondering if lullabies can help put it (yes he referred to the baby as "it") to sleep. He then hums to the baby the only lullaby he knows, which is the same lullaby is mother sang to him (I forgot to mention that whoops). This is the same lullaby Malleus sang when he placed the sleeping curse on everyone in part 3. Baby Silver falls asleep to it and Malleus is relieved, hoping for Lilia to come back soon but also wonders where he heard that lullaby before

We then see more flashbacks of Silver growing up, from his first time walking and his first words (which is "Dada/Father")(Edit: got this wrong by accident sorry guys). We also learn more about faes from here as well, it takes 30 years for a fae child to learn how to walk, but for the case of Malleus it took him 20 years to have a 2 legged form

Malleus then asked Lilia why he decided to take the baby in and Lilia respond that Malleus's father, Leverne said that Fae and Human should learn more about each other, thus learning a language that humans can understand. Lilia wants to learn how to love humans through Silver, but Malleus is like "but what if you can't", he replies with "let's not jump to conclusions"

STOP YOUNGER SILVER CALLS LILIA "TOTO" MY HEART CAN'T HANDLE THIS. WE ALSO FIND OUT THAT THE ACORN BRACELET WAS SILVER'S GIFT TO LILIA (since it symbolizes living a long and healthy life). He (Younger Silver) also says "I love you Toto!" (Guys what if this my last straw 😭). One more memory we see is Silver running away from home after finding out him and Lilia aren't related (in reference to his 1st birthday card)

Back to present time Silver, he thinks that he doesn't deserve to be called Lilia's son because his true origins is that of the son of the Knight of Dawn, this causes him to take on his biological father's form and General Lilia appears before him, saying he's the enemy (BUT IT'S ALL NOT REAL)

Thus a battle between the two begins, until present time Lilia suddenly appears; telling Silver to stand up and stay alive 😭

This end Silver's segment of the story, but we can't forget about Sebek, Yuu and Grim

Next: Part 5

Previous: Part 3

#rany talks about twst #twisted wonderland #twst #twst jp #twst spoilers #diasomnia #Fuck i feel like shit this chapter overwhelmed me

[nilolol30]

Hey can you do scenarios of Wukong and Macaque comforting reader of they forgot their birthday?

(I didn't know if you'd want them together or separate sorry if it was together)

Wukong

Everyone is aware of how easily something's slip over the great sages head but after awhile you two got together he promised he'd always remember every special moment and occasion with you including birthdays.

He had many close calls but never forgetting he went so far to put the date of your birthday on his kitchen fridge, bedroom wall and even a small note on the bathroom mirror it was really sweet but he was bound to forget once.

You received a few birthday calls and texts in the morning from the gang they asked if you could come down to Piggy's Noodles so they could treat you out.

Starring at the text you look over to Wukong who was laying on the couch watching a movie with the little monkeys "Hey you wouldn't mind if I go to Pigsy's for a bit right?" Wukong looked over to you "Uh yeah I don't mind you don't need my permission peaches" he let out a small laugh.

"You want to come with me?" You slightly hoped he'd say yes at least you'd celebrate together "Nah I'm good" he smiled and went back to watch the TV again it's then you realized he forgot but it's okay you didn't want to bother him and it was just another birthday nothing special.

"Okay see you tonight then..." but you gotta admit it still stung a bit.

After you left one of the little monkeys stared at Wukong unimpressed the sage could feel it he looked at the monkey next to him "What?" The monkey only sighed and jumped off the couch and made it's way to the kitchen.

"Well someone's in a bad mood" rolling his eyes Wukong went back to watching the movie after a minute the little monkey jumps back on the couch and shoved a piece of paper in their kings face.

"Hey hey! What's going on with you today what's this?" Wukong takes the paper a read it...it had your birthday written on it and his face immediately fell into disbelief "CRAP" he jumped up from the couch and immediately ran out of the hut and summoned his cloud and speed down the mountain.

He managed to catch up to you halfway down and hugged you "Im so sorry! Im such a jerk peaches I promised not to forget and I did I love you so much happy birthday I'm so-" you hushed him before he continued to apologize again and again you hugged him back.

"It's okay honey! It's not that important-" "Yes it is! You being born should be celebrated! Even all over the world!!" He chipped in and giving you kisses on the cheek "Okay okay but still it's okay!"

After that Wukong went with you to Pigsy's and insisted on treating you and pampered you the entire day while still slipping in some apologys.

Macaque

Macaque rarely forgets things he always tries to keep even the smallest details in his mind but everyone gets forgetful especially after a extremely busy few days you left earlier today even inviting Macaque to come with but he declined.

He thought he saw a flash of disappointment on your face but you smiled and said okay and left now he's laying in bed eating a banana he grabbed through a portal.

Halfway through the banana he decided to listen in on you he swears he only does it to check up on you so he was surprised to hear a friend of yours tell you happy birthday he immediately paused mid bite when he connected the dots.

"Oh sh*t..." He threw the half eaten fruit out the open window and immediately went to work.

You walked to your front door unlocking it your other hand holding a bag with some presents your friend/family gave you when you heard the click you pushed the door with your foot but let out a small gasp at the sight in front of you.

The living room was decorated with streamers and balloons themed with your favorite colors and Infront of you was Macaque himself kneeling holding out a cake with frosting that said 'Im sorry happy birthday!!' You smiled closing the door and putting down the bag.

"Macaque...thank you and it's okay" he smiled and stood up setting the cake on the table "Still though sorry about this morning should have realized sooner" you gently put your hand on his cheek and gave him a kiss on the nose.

"It's fine but you didn't have to do this" you laugh looking at the decorations "Uh yes I did! What kind of boyfriend would I be hm?" Macaque took your hands and lead you to the couch "Now how bout we light some candles so you can have your birthday wish!"

#monkie kid #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #monkie kid x reader #lmk wukong x reader #lmk macaque x reader

[renmackree]

Pleasepleasepleaseplease can you just write a LITTLE of the Stiles in Derek's DMs??? I just need something to keep me going while you slowly rip my heart out with other ideas?

I will pay in love?????

Hey Anon, I'm guessing you're talking about this post?

Just for you, ok? :)

Eggs

Butter

Cheese

Look up the percentage of Australia desert for **funsies**

Stiles typed out the list and hit send before sliding his phone back into his jacket pocket. The barista called his name and he scooped the large tray of coffees from the counter with a slight wave and a fiver in the tip jar. Shelly always made sure to add the extra whipped cream on his caramel macchiato frost and that was not to be forgotten.

The Boston air was crisp this morning as he stumbled out of the little coffee shop and towards Roscoe who was parked on the narrow street. While school was in Cambridge, the best coffee was across the river and everyone in his Computational biology department knew it.

Which was why Stiles was always the errand boy.

He put the departments coffees in the little box on the floor of the passenger seat strapping it in so that they would be safe for his long (not so long), arduous (re: three stop lights and a bridge), journey back to MIT.

A ding came from his phone, Stiles groaning loudly as he gripped the steering wheel and shook it in frustration.

"I swear, if it's Lydia changing her order for the seventh time, I'm throwing her Herbal tea into the harbor."

Ha. Boston Harbor. Tea. Stiles was hilarious.

He took another deep breath and opened his phone to see a small notification.

DH: Did you finish your paper on multidisciplinary approach to estimating wolf population size for long-term conservation?

"Huh. Specific..." Stiles had finished that paper a few weeks ago, but had barely made the deadline. He had been about to text Danny that the new AI prototype he had installed on Stiles' phone was whack when he saw the notification came from Instagram, not from M.A.T.T.

Another ping came through.

DH: And why would you need the percentage of Australian Deserts? That seems like a boring thing to spend your free time on.

Stiles' mouth hung open, eyes wide as he realized what was happening. Someone was replying to his DMs on Derek Hale's Instagram. He held his phone out like it was a bomb between thumb and forefinger; an almost whine escaped his mouth.

It had started when he was in High School almost 10 years ago now. One night he had been on an Adderall-Mountain Dew-Jelly Doughnut-Pizza high and decided that the best way to keep all his random thoughts in one place was to use the app that distracted him DAILY as a note system. He had even made a burner account so that he could keep all his random thoughts together.

Only problem was, his little distracted monkey brain had accidently clicked on Derek Hale's DMs rather than his fake account. It was five weeks in when Stiles noticed and at that point it was too late. It wasn't like Derek was going to answer him anyways, he had said on NUMEROUS occasions that social media was not his favorite thing and he only had the account to promote his new movies (which Stiles watched religiously. I Was a Teenaged Mothman was probably the worst and best movie franchise to ever hit the theaters and Derek Hale as Mothman was his every wet dream.)

So, he just continued to use it. Grocery lists, reminders, random thoughts at night, future movie ideas, school assignment ideas, complaints about his stupid roommate back in freshman year - he wrote it all.

And now someone was responding to TEN YEARS of DMs.

Stiles didn't know what he should do. Should he ask if this was actually Derek? No, wait that was stupid. Derek wouldn't actually be handling his social media. He had people. Peoples? Multiple people who could answer this for him.

"Some. of. us. have. hobbies. that. no. one. understands. And. I. need. it. to. win. a. bet." Stiles spoke each words as he typed it, sending the message out before typing another one. "And. yes. I. got. an. A. minus. because. Harris. hates. wolves."

Stiles tossed his phone onto the passenger seat and started driving to campus, mind still reeling that someone would be responding directly to random DMs that made no sense. If Stiles was asking questions about when the next IWATM movie, sure that would be a conversation the PR team might engage in. Not this.

Lydia owes you $40 for Venmo

Stiles decided to ignore it and his phone remained silent the rest of the day.

.o00o.

Call your Dad

Finish your stupid damn thesis or s u f f e r

Don't forget to get tickets.

It had been a week since the strange response to his DM came through, so Stiles assumed it was a fluke. He had tried a new note handling app that Danny had recommended, but a day later he had already started throwing things back into Derek's DMs. Hey, cut him some slack, it was a 10 year habit.

His phone pinged and Stiles' mouth almost fell open again. Another response.

DH: What are you getting tickets for?

This time, Stiles was quick to respond.

SS: I'm going to try and get tickets to the Bruins game tomorrow. Gotta love hockey, am I right?

There was silence on the other side of the screen, Stiles letting out a frustrated sigh. Whoever Derek Hale's Social Media manager was, they picked the weirdest things to respond to.

DH: So not Mothman in Love premier?

Ah. Now he knew what this was. They were trying to see if fans were biting at the newest spin off. Smart marketing.

SS: I already have my tickets for that. Opening night, middle row, got the collector Popcorn bucket on hold too. I know a guy.

The three dots at the bottom of the screen indicated that the person was typing, Stiles wondering if they were going to ask for a quote or a picture for the page from the opening night.

DH: You have appalling taste in movies.

Stiles' mouth dropped open again, his mind running at a million miles a minute and then crashing into a brick wall with the word appalling painted over it.

SS: Excuse me, the Mothman movies are absolute hot trash and I eat them up like greasy diner food. Do not talk about my comfort trash like that.

SS: but they are pretty bad, so I mean. You're not wrong.

And done, there was NO way the Social Media manager would ever EVER respond to a fan who said something like that. He could go back to his note taking life and luckily Derek Hale would never know.

DH: Then why do you watch them?

SS: Because you're a fantastic and sexy actor and if I could I'd lick chocolate off your abs.

His phone pinged.

DH: You're not bad yourself.

HUH.

Stiles was speechless, his eyes reading over the sentence over and over and over again. He opened his Instagram and quickly flipped through the pictures he had. Most were of him with the Lab boys, Lydia was in a lot of them, some of him on vacation in Peru, some with his Dad. Nothing that would ever, EVER scream you're not bad yourself.

SS: wow, maybe you do need those glasses checked? Unless scrawny Computational Biology Doctoral candidates really crank your wheel.

DH: Computational Biology PHD? Big change from the FBI you were originally thinking about.

Stiles sucked his teeth. That was the problem with this dynamic. Stiles had written everything and anything about himself in these DMs and it could be anyone reading it.

SS: Cyber security would have been my downfall if I did FBI clearly, since you know everything and I know nothing about you. I don't even know if you're Actually Derek Sampson Hale.

There was a blip of the three dots and then nothing. Right, Well that was fun while it lasted. Stiles had been about to turn on his Playstation and forget everything when the ping came through.

Instead of a text, there was a picture. Low v-neck, black rimmed glasses, slightly messy hair, beard that looked like it needed to be trimmed, holding a sign that read your turn @StilesisMe.

Derek. Fucking. Hale.

"Oh my god, oh my god..." Stiles scratched the back of his head furriously, throwing the phone on his bed and just circling it like a vulture circling its next meal. "Derek Hale sent you a picture, Derek Hale is reading your shit."

He stopped walking for a moment. "You just told Derek Hale you'd lick chocolate off his abs."

Stiles threw himself on the bed, slamming his head over the pillow at least a dozen times. Finally he grabbed his phone and sent a quick message.

SS: I don't send photos on Insta. Add me on snap if you want. @S.S.Stilinski69420

He waited.

God he waited.

And then the little Ghost of a notification from Snapchat appeared saying Haleofaguy added you as a friend. Stiles felt his fingers freeze as he hovered over the accept. Why, why was Derek Hale the movie star talking to him? Was he bored? Was he lonely?

Stiles remembered an interview once where Derek said he liked talking with people and learning new things, so maybe it was that? Maybe Stiles was just an interesting guy that Derek wanted to know.

No matter what it was, Stiles' insatiable curiosity got the better of him and he needed to know just how far this rabbit hole would go.

He took a minute to find a filter he liked and snapped a pretty unflattering picture of himself with the caption this is what your in for, buckle up Mothboy

Nothing happened, and then snapchat told him Derek Hale saved the picture to their chat and sent one back. It was the most unflattering angle Stiles had ever seen of the actor and he couldn't help but laugh.

It's Mothman

#sterek #welcome to the hale mouth #inbox fanfiction #anon questions #i hope that's ok for you anon? #i was a teenaged mothman

[iikatsukii]

illicit love pt.2

synopsis: lo’ak sully is, in fact, in love. 

pairings: lo’ak sully x femhuman!reader

warnings: spider slander. idc idc. slight nudity mentions (its reader bathing pls guys nothing spicy) um minor violence i think, and that’s it, enjoy :) 

word count: 5.1k

a/n: i literally love how this came out. idc this might be my fav series. I'M ALR BRAINING IDEAS FOR PT. 3!!!!

taglist: @neteyamforlife @fanboyluvr @holysaladapricothero @saltedcoffeescotch @cleverzonkwombatsludge @dazecrea

pt. 1

the sully children were out exploring the forest when spider heard a noise. he stopped walking and tried to listen harder, which only caused the others to stop. 

"what do you hear now monkey boy?" kiri called out to him, laughing at the boy who looked stupid just standing there trying to strain his ears to hear more.

"shut up and listen," he said. his tone caused the others to look at him, confused, but they still listened to him. and then they heard it. the sound of something running. neteyam was able to locate where the noise was coming from. they all looked over the edge of the high ground they were standing on and saw what looked like a human.

"is that a skywalker?" kiri whispered.

"definitely. she looks like spider." lo'ak said, laughing at his own joke.

"okay, you know what? she looks nothing like me, lo'ak! that's like saying all humans look the same. you don't hear me walking around saying all na'vi look the same now, do you?" spider tried to defend himself.

"actually, you used to ask me if neteyam and i were twins all the time when we were younger," the na'vi boy argued.

"we were kids!" spider yelled.

"shhhh," neteyam shushed the two boys who were arguing. he didn't want them to draw your attention to them.

they all pulled out their bows. quietly following the skyperson until neteyam was able to get a good shot. unluckily for him, there was a slight breeze when he released his arrow, causing it to lose its course and end up hitting the tree in front of you. of course, this caught your attention, and as soon as you noticed neteyam's figure standing in the shadows, you booked it again. 

they continued to chase you until lo'ak noticed something. there was a woodsprite tangled in the wire of your exopack. he didn't think anything of it and got ready to fire another arrow when a woodsprite fluttered into his view. 

oh shit… was all lo'ak could think. maybe it's a coincidence. but then there was another woodsprite on his hand and another on his shoulder. lo'ak groaned, putting his arrows down. there's no way it could be eywa protecting you? you're a skywalker, for crying out loud. 

rolling his eyes, lo'ak stood from where he was crouched and looked above himself. only then did he notice the stream of woodsprites flowing from above his head, directly above yours, no matter what tree you dodged or what turns you made. the sprites followed you.

you're meant for him…

now lo'ak was a little bit excited, but he was also conflicted. he was excited because he finally had someone for himself, but he was conflicted because you're human, but regardless you're his, and eywa is telling him to protect you. 

he looked over at kiri, who had her bow aimed at you. he panicked, picking up a small rock and throwing it at her arrowhead so it would knock her arrow in a different direction.  

"lo'ak?!" she yelled at him.

"stop shooting at her!!" he tried to warn her, but neteyam, the mighty warrior, just had to interrupt him. 

"lo'ak you know the rules. we see a skyperson and we kill them on sight. no hesitation," his elder brother said as he released one of his arrows before lo'ak could stop him. finally, one of landing an arrow in your arm; they watched as you stumbled but kept running. most sky people die immediately after they get hit with an arrow, so why are you still running? you were in a clearing now, which meant everyone had a clear shot of you. they noticed you were trying to book it for norm and max's lab, and they weren't about to let that happen. 

spider went to release an arrow before lo'ak used his tail to grab the boy's wrist, his arrow only scratching your calf. "lo'ak what the fuck? i had her!" he complained.

kiri was next to try and fire an arrow, but lo'ak grabbed her elbow and pulled her, causing her to lose balance. her arrow ended up scratching your cheek. she rolled her eyes and looked at her brother, "would you cut it out? mom would kill you if she found out you're defending a skyperson."

neteyam got ready to fire his last arrow. he had one shot, and he couldn't miss, but lo'ak wasn't going to allow his brother to just kill you. 

"quit shooting at her!!!" lo'ak said, messing up neteyam's shot again. he tackled his brother, both of them barreling to the ground. as expected, they started fighting each other, and since you were already out of their sight, kiri just sighed exhaustedly and asked spider to help her separate the two knuckleheads. 

"would you two stop it! lo'ak, i'm telling mom you defended a skyperson–" his sister said as she stuck her tongue out, turning around to walk home, but lo'ak grabbed her elbow again to prevent her from leaving. 

"kiri look at norm and max's shack." lo'ak said, out of breath from defending you from two of the best hunters in the village… and from spider, too, i guess. 

the female na'vi rolled her eyes for like the 10th time today, turning to look at norm and max's shack before her entire expression dropped. spider saw kiri's expression and wanted to know what happened, so he looked as well, and he had just about the same reaction. neteyam was annoyed with his brother, but he still looked at what his siblings were looking at, and what he saw was the last thing he expected. 

woodsprites were covering the entire shack. not an inch was left uncovered. everyone turned back to lo'ak, who was now also covered in woodsprites. neteyam laughed because this reminded him of when his father had told them the story of how something similar to this had happened to him. then it hit them all… this was lo'ak's mate.

the three sully siblings came tumbling into the tent. lo’ak pulled at kiri and neteyam with all his strength trying to get them away from their home because he knew exactly what they were about to do. 

"lo'ak found his mate!!!" they both screamed, even with half their bodies still out the door.

"no, i did not! do not listen to them!!" lo'ak said, sticking his head through the flap of their home. nobody knows who tripped over who, but it was only a matter of seconds before all three teens tumbled to the floor in a pile of limbs and tails. 

"lo'ak found his mate?!" tuk repeated, excited for her brother. 

"no! i didn't find my mate, tuk. neteyam and kiri are lying. you guys are lying, right?!" lo'ak used a specific tone, trying to get his siblings to understand the hint he was trying to throw their way. 

"yes he did, its a human who is hiding at norm and max's shack. we almost killed her earlier and lo'ak had to mess up all of our shots so we wouldn't. we didn't notice the woodsprites until after." neteyam just explained the situation as if he was talking about going on a casual stroll.

lo'ak had a horrified look on his face, though, because his brother not only told him that there was a skyperson on their planet but that she was his mate. lo'ak knew of his mother's hatred for humans, and he also knew that the only humans that his mother wouldn't kill were max and norm. (and spider on a good day.) you weren't on that list, meaning his mother would likely kill you.

"you bitch, why would you say anything!? mom's gonna kill her, you asshole!!" lo'ak didn't know what came over him, but he swung at his brother harder than he ever had before. neteyam fell back, blood dripping from his nose as he looked back at his brother. he saw the look in his eyes, one of possession, protection, and, most of all, fear. but not for himself. or you. 

jake pulled lo'ak away from neteyam to prevent him from punching his brother again. 

"what are you kids talking about? we know there's a skywalker at norm's shack. he came by earlier and told us. your mother isn't going to kill her, but what do you mean she's your mate." jake's grip on lo'aks arm was a little too tight for comfort, but lo'ak knew better than to struggle against him. it would only end up in jake tightening his grip even more.

"there were woodsprites flowing in between us, and when she got in norms shack, the entire lab was covered in them, and so was i." lo'ak said; there's no point in lying to his father.

there was a hiss in response to lo'ak's answer, and everyone turned to see it was neytiri. 

"i said i would not kill that skydemon, but that was before i found out about this obvious mistake that the great mother is making. i'm going to go kill her. there will be no skydemons mating with my children." she didn't give anyone time to react before grabbing her bow, arrows, and bone knife, leaving the house, and calling for her ikran.

seeing his mother leaving their home with murder in her eyes was terrifying to lo'ak, knowing that his mate was on the other side of that rage. breaking himself from his father's grip, he quickly ran to his ikran, flying back to norm and max's shack as fast as he could, seeing his mother's ikran already there and the door open. he instructs his ikran to land, wasting no time approaching the shack where he heard his mother yelling at the two scientists in their lab. 

"where is she?!" neytiri asked. "no skydemon will be my childs mate!" 

"we already told you, neytiri, she went to find a hot spring so she could bathe herself. we don't know which one she went to, we just gave her a map and she went on her way."

"what of the tracking mask that you said you would give her? did you lie?" she said, pointing her bow at norms neck.

"no! no, i wasn't lying, but we havent finished adding the tracker. we had to make one since neither max nor i need trackers, and she's a female human. they tend to be smaller then male humans so her face didn't fit any of our masks. please don't kill me." norm whimpered that last sentence, cowering away from the angry woman before him. 

lo'ak overheard norm, so he decided instead of making himself known, he would find you first. he knew where every single hot spring nearby was, so he made quick work of checking each and every one. he prayed to eywa that he got to you before his mother did. 

the fastest way to get anywhere in the forest was through the trees, so lo'ak hopped from branch to branch, tree to tree, going around to all the hot springs, looking for you. he had checked the third hot spring, disappointed again when he couldn't find you there either. there was only one other spring left for him to check, and if you weren't there, then that meant his mom got to you before he could. but he didn't want to hope for the worst, so he could only repeat one word over and over in his head as he made his way toward the last hot spring. 

'please, please, pleaseeee.'

as he gets through the branches that bring him above the last hot spring, he can't help but look around frantically. he was worried because he didn't see you, but he noticed what looked like a towel, some very small na'vi clothing, and a bottle of soap. these look like human things, but the na'vi clothing is throwing him off. he didn't need to wait long before getting his answer. there you were, emerging from underwater, your bare back facing lo'ak. the boy couldn't help but blush at the sight of you, but he got so distracted that he lost his balance, falling out of the tree and into the water, scaring the daylights out of you.

"what the hell, who are you!?" you screamed at the huge blue person who was currently standing five feet away from you while you were just trying to bathe. you tried to cover your body from the person? alien? thing? in front of you as he stood to his full height, the spring water trailing down his frame as he looked down at you nervously. 

"i'm so sorry!!! i didn't mean to! i'm not looking! i didn't see anything i swear–" the na'vi boy slapped his hand over his eyes, preventing him from seeing anything you didn't want him to see. 

although startled, you couldn't help but be drawn to the being in front of you. you felt entranced like he had put you under some spell. "can you– sorry, hello?" you called out to get his attention. he peeked between his fingers to see you covering your upper body, your waist was below the deep blue water, and lo'ak couldn't even see below the surface. 

"uh.. hi? my name is lo'ak" the male na'vi sticks his hand out as if he wasn't intruding on your bath right now.

you pushed his hand away from you, keeping one hand on your chest and your waist below the water. "what are you, and how do you know english? why can i understand you? also, can you please get out? i'm trying to bathe here." the blue boy pulled himself out of the hot spring and created some distance between the two of you so your nerves could calm down a little bit. he didn't want you to yell too much because then his mother might be able to find you.

"i already said my name is lo'ak–"

"no! what are you." you clarified your question.

"i'm na'vi– hey, you don't get to come to my planet and ask me questions, okay? i'm asking the questions here. who are you?" lo'ak wasn't really trying to argue with you. if anything, he just wanted to hear you talk more, but most of all,

he just wanted to know your name.

"it doesn't matter. can you at least please just turn around so i can finish? i'll still talk to you because i feel like you're big enough to kill me if i don't, and i don't feel like dying today so just fucking turn around." you bossed him around. nobody ever bossed lo'ak around. 

well… except his dad, and neteyam, and kiri too sometimes– you know what, that's not the point. the point is lo'ak didn't mind how you spoke to him. it mattered that you were speaking to him. he didn't know why eywa made him so lovesick so soon, but obviously, you haven't gotten the memo that the two of you are mates judging by how stand-offish you're acting. nonetheless, lo'ak turns around, sitting with his legs crisscrossed and his back facing you. little did lo'ak know, though, you kept throwing glances over your shoulder, trying to get a look at the 'na'vi' behind you.

"so, can you answer my question now, bossy pants?" 

"you did not just call me that–" you rolled your eyes, continuing to talk to the na'vi. when he created the distance between the two of you, you calmed down a lot, but you were weirded out that he just fell out of the trees and was just sitting here talking to you. you still couldn't deny the pull you felt towards him. you didn't know what force this was, but it attracted you to the na'vi in your presence. 

"well, if you don't tell me your name, then i won't be calling you anything else." lo'ak teased. he liked how natural it felt talking to you. maybe you guys really were made for each other. 

"y/n," you said, not hesitating in your actions. 

“y/n? is that an english word that you have back on your planet?" he asked, playing with the fan lizard that had landed in front of him. 

"what– no, it's my name, idiot." you corrected him. 

"oh. y/n. it sounds funny," lo'ak commented.

"hey! i didn't say you have a funny name, asshole!!"

"wow, you curse a lot," he mentioned, not meaning to offend you.

"well, i'm an angry person now. when you lose six years of your life because some assholes decided to kidnap you, then come talk to me about cursing a lot," you said while reaching for the sage and vanilla body wash that norm gave you.

lo'ak could smell it from where he was sitting. was the smell strong, or was lo'ak's nose just working very well? it honestly didn't matter. all that mattered was that the smell was putting lo'ak in a trance, especially when it starts to mix with your natural scent as you lathered the soap on your body. 

the conversation between the two of you died, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable. in fact, you quite liked having this big na'vi man sit here. he was like a big watchdog, protecting you from any dangers this world may have to offer. "lo'ak?" you called out to the boy, liking how his name felt coming from your mouth.

"hm?" he hummed, letting you know he was listening. 

"can you help me get my back, please? i can't reach it." you don't know where the question came from, but that definitely wasn't the question you were going to ask. you startled not only the boy but yourself as well. where was this confidence coming from, and why is it suddenly hitting you? what do you need confidence for right now? you're bathing in a hot spring, in a forest, on a random planet you know nothing about, with a little blue boy guarding your area like his life depended on it. 

you peeked over your shoulder again to see that lo'ak was looking back at you, expression just as flustered as yours. 

"you want me to what?" he breathed heavily. maybe he heard you wrong or something because there's no way you just asked him that. 

"you didn't hear me? i said can you get my back because i can't reach it. what? you never touched a girl before, huh, little blue boy?" you teased him. since when do you tease people!? back on earth, boys worshipped the ground you walked on; duh, you were one of the most famous athletes in the country. but now? you're the one flirting. it's not like you didn't flirt back at home. it's just– you were used to the boys being your size, less intimidating, and a lot less… blue?

"don't go jumping to conclusions now. i just asked you to repeat yourself," the boy said, his hands up in fake surrender. 

"yeah yeah, here," you said, handing him your loofa that norm had given you as he slid back into the water behind you. you could feel his presence towering over you, but you noticed he kept a respectable distance between your bodies. he looked at the loofa strangely but noticed it was already lathered up, so he brought the item to your back and began rubbing in circular motions. 

you hummed in content. the feeling was so relaxing you could fall asleep right here right now. but was it really the feeling of the loofa on your back that was relaxing you, or was it the feeling of security that you felt consuming you as the attractive na'vi boy stood behind you, handling you with so much care that he hadn't even given himself? 

looking at your shoulder where his hands focused, you noticed he had five fingers. 

"hey, you have five fingers like me!" you held your hand up for him to see, and he noticed the little pieces of gold that decorated your fingers.

"what are those gold things sitting on your fingers?" he asked, reaching for one of them. you pulled your hand away and brought it to your chest. "finish washing my back, and then we can talk more. i don't know why i find you so interesting, but i think i wanna keep you" you smiled up at him. you don't know why you're so interested in this na'vi guy. you've never had a boyfriend or crush before because you never had time for boys. you were always focused on your athletics and practice and staying in shape. you never had time for anything. that's why you wanted to experience college so much because it gave you the perfect balance between your sports, your academics, and your social life. obviously, that didn't happen, though. 

lo'ak quickly finished off your back, taking notice of your back dimples.

back dimples are very common amongst na'vi, but he didn't know humans had them too. maybe it was eywa or just lo'ak being stupid, but he took it upon himself to place his thumbs in your back dimples, the rest of his hands resting on your waist.

you started blushing immediately, your face growing hotter and hotter as you processed his hands on your hips. "lo'ak!" you yelled at him, pushing his hands off. your actions snapped the boy out of his trance, and he proceeded to apologize profusely. "i'm sorry!! it's just that na'vi people have back dimples, and i didn't know that skypeople could have them too."

"well, i didn't know aliens could have five fingers, so it looks like we're both pleasantly surprised now, aren't we–"

"i'm not an alien. i'm na'vi. you're the one whos an alien here, y/n." he spoke, poking your side, causing you to laugh as you were ticklish on your sides.

"lo'ak, stop it!!" you laughed, trying to shield your sides from him. "get outt!! i still have to put my clothes on," covering your top half again; you turned to push the blue boy out of your hot spring and back to where he was standing earlier so you could dry yourself and put your new clothes on. 

you felt naked still by the time you finished tying your top over your chest. you sighed, looking down at the 'loincloth' as norm had called it. it wasn't really your style. you made a mental note to make your clothes your own when you returned to the shack. 

lo'ak, though, thought you looked beautiful in traditional na'vi clothing. he knew spider looked stupid wearing it but you...

you were stunning. 

he felt like you had sucked all the air out of his lungs. he was speechless. nobody had ever left him in awe like this. you really were it for him, and this was only the first time he had met you. lo'ak internally groaned, thinking about how he literally has to fight his mother to keep you alive, but he decided to think about that later, wanting to focus on you now. 

you weren't surprised by how calm you were about being taken to a completely different planet. i mean, sure, you were freaking out when you first got here, but now that you've had time to reason, you realize that there's no going home. ever. and if you're being honest, the way you acted when you got here was so out of character for you. usually, you were calm, always allowing things to roll off your back, not allowing them to bother you too much. so if you can't leave, you might as well get comfortable because this is your life now.

honestly, this isn't the first time you've been displaced. your mother abandoned you at a fire station when you were two months old. at least that's what the foster care system told you. and as a child, it seemed like everyone wanted you. you were a young child prodigy. you had a promising future running track, so why wouldn't anyone want to keep you?

that was always the question you would ask when you found yourself dropped back at the foster care agency. 

what didn't anyone want to keep you?

once you finished getting dressed, you told lo'ak he could turn around as you sat on a rock nearby so you could put your jewelry back on. yeah, you bathe with your rings on but not everything else. you put on your necklaces, waist chain, bracelets, and anklet. as lo'ak watched you decorate yourself with all these chains? he couldn't help but admire how they complimented your figure—especially the one on your waist and ankle.

"why do you decorate yourself so much?" lo'ak asked as he looked over the pieces that littered your body. 

"it's called jewelry. everyone on earth wears it. well, if it's your preference, you wear it. i really just like making my own bracelets and matching my rings with them. i try to keep everything else gold so it matches." you explained as you finished linking your anklet. "what is gold?" lo'ak asked, reaching to grab your hand. you let him analyze the rings on your fingers and the bracelets adorning your wrist. "gold is an element on earth mainly used to make jewelry. it's pretty cheap sometimes, but you have to make sure it's not fake because people try to scam you." 

"scam?" 

"yeah, you guys don't have scammers? or like shady people you live with that try to manipulate and steal from you?" you asked, confused. are scammers not universal people?

"no. we, omatikaya people, are family. we live as brothers and sisters. if anyone needs anything, they can find it out in the forest or ask a family friend for it, but there's never stealing going on. are 'scammers' on earth a regular thing?"

"oh my god, yes, they are! i get like five scammers a day texting me on instagram–" you groaned, finally having someone to vent your frustration to. your friends never really listened to you when you talked, but they always swore up and down that you were the best of friends. you knew they just wanted to be around you because of your reputation, but you would've rathered fake friends than no friends. you didn't want to be alone your whole life, you know?

"instagram?" there are so many components to earth that lo'ak had never heard about. his father never really talked about his life on earth, choosing to prioritize his present rather than explaining his past. you noticed that there was obviously a worldly difference between the two of you, and he looked like he was interested in all the funny words coming out of your mouth. 

"yeah, it's a social media app. that you get on your phone." you laughed as he tilted his head. your words were foreign, and he wanted to know what they meant. 

"what are these things? explain them to me. i wanna understand." lo'ak sat before you settled in, giving you his full attention. you blushed at his sudden actions but did as he asked. you began explaining so many 'earth things' to him, from sports to social media, even political issues, and he totally agreed with all of your opinions.

you two talked for hours, the distance between you getting smaller and smaller the more you talked. neither of you had even realized eclipse had set in. looking up to the sky briefly as he laughed at a joke you told him, lo'ak noticed the eclipse, and immediately his heart dropped. you were lost in your conversation about track because lo'ak had asked you about your favorite sport, and you didn't notice him rise from his sitting position beside you. 

"–i hated when my coach would tell me they needed me to run the 4x4. those suck, and i'm not even a long-distance runner–"

"–y/n, i'm so, so, sorry to interrupt you, but i have to go. like right now. but i want to see you again, okay? so please stay safe." and with that, the blue boy took off into the forest, disappearing before you could get a word in. you sighed, upset that he left so suddenly but thought back to what he said before he left.

'i want to see you again, okay? so please stay safe.’

he wants to see you again.

you blushed, playing with one of your bracelets, as you let his words sink in. he wants you to be safe so he can see you again. you've had boys interested in you, but it was always for the same reason your 'friends' hung out with you. you would never stoop that low, so on top of never having time for boys, even if you wanted to carve out time for one, none of the ones back on earth were worth it. they were just all fame chasers, and you hated how people never wanted to know you. 

you stood from your place on the rock, gathering your belongings and using the map that norm gave you so you could get back as fast as possible. 

the whole walk back, you couldn't help but think about him, where he had to go, why he left so suddenly, and just who he was as a person. neither one of you got to talk a lot about yourself because you were so caught up in explaining things on earth, but you hoped the next time you saw him, you two could get to know each other and maybe even become friends. you could use a friend on this god-forsaken planet, and it's not like you have any plans of leaving anyways, so you might as well.

back at the lab, max was working around, doing his usual scientist-man thing, when he noticed some blood on the door handle. obviously, it was yours from earlier, but this gave max a chance to experiment on something he had been thinking about a lot.

could you be related to theodora?

he can't deny the prominent resemblance, but it could always just be a coincidence. so max took a clean q-tip, swabbing some of the blood off to the door handle before storing it away in a ziplock bag. he planned to test your dna later, on a day when he was in the lab alone, so he wouldn't have to deal with any disturbances. 

as max stored the ziplock away, you walked into the shack. 

"goodnight, max! i'm going to bed. tell norm i said goodnight." you said, quickly waving at them and then disappearing into theodora's old room. max was shocked, to say the least. were you being nice? it was like a completely different girl just walked into the lab. your attitude had vanished alongside the snide remarks and the many curse words in your vocabulary. it had all vanished.

max didn't know if he was scared or grateful.

#lo'ak imagine #lo’ak x reader #loak sully #avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar wotw #avatar 2 #avatar #awotw x reader #awow x reader #awotw #atwow x you #atwow x reader #atwow imagines #lo'ak sully #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak

[twothumbsandnostakeincanon]

got possessed by a writing ghost for exactly two pages.

Re: this post.

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Stiles wasn't even supposed to be in this part of the preserve. Technically it was Hale land, and normally he would be giving it a wide berth. No sense in drawing the attention of a huge pack while they seemed perfectly content to ignore the witch in town. He didn't need a herd of hall monitors watching his every step.

However, he'd noticed a small patch of plants there, that he'd been unable to find anywhere else in the preserve, and a couple of them were extremely valuable. "Month Long European Vacation” valuable. And he was jonesing for some Swiss chocolate.

So, he didn't see the harm in a little bit of a stealth charm. Just a touch of misdirection magic. He'd slip in and slip out, and the Hales would never need to know.

Or at least, they wouldn't have, had one of them not been face down in the mud next to the plants he wanted.

Stiles mused as he carefully picked and jarred the roots, keeping one eye on the motionless figure. It looked pretty dead. Stiles was still sure the Hales would never know he was here; his spellwork was comprehensive and the rain was washing away any slight evidence his magic might leave behind.

He stood up and tucked the last jar away in his bag, brushing his wet hair away from his face as he considered the lump of werewolf in front of him.

Werewolf teeth could go for a lot with the right buyer.

And a Caribbean vacation could be nice after the European vacation.

He stepped a bit closer, checking out the face. It was beat to hell, and only vaguely familiar. A Hale for sure, but not one that stuck close. Maybe the pack wouldn't even be looking for him.

Stiles gave the body a little kick.

It groaned.

"Fuck," Stiles swore to himself, imaginary money evaporating from his wallet as the not-quite-corpse sluggishly moved.

He crossed his arms, tapping his fingers as he considered. Having a favor to call on from a werewolf pack was it���s own kind of valuable, really. He wasn’t looking for friendship bracelets, but it could be nice to have a one-time call out up his sleeve.

He kicked the werewolf one more time to make sure he was still alive, and was answered with a twitch of the hands, claws flexing in and out for a moment.

“I don’t think those are gonna be a lot of use to you buddy,” Stiles muttered, finally crouching down to put a hand on him, rolling him over to fully assess the situation.

His critical eye noticed the injuries weren’t healing at the usual rate. Alpha inflicted. Damn. The Hales weren’t going to owe him jack shit if he brought back someone they kicked out. Maybe the injuries had been given by an outside Alpha? There was just no way of knowing without asking.

Stiles sighed resignation and reached in his bag for that most magical of cures: epinephrine.

He briefly considered acting out his Pulp Fiction fantasies, but went with the thigh instead. The wolf’s eyes shot open a moment after deploying the pen, growling and snarling, arms and legs not quite under his command yet, but swinging enough for Stiles to quickly stand up and step back.

“Hey,” he shouted over the rain and growls. “HEY. Who half-assed your transformation into a corpse?”

The werewolf snapped his eyes onto Stiles for the first time, half lunging before falling directly back into the ground.

“Alright Mudcakes, you’re not really in a position to be making threats. Tell me who fucked up your shit. Was it your Alpha or another one? If I take you back to your pack are they just going to finish the job?”

“I have no Alpha,” the werewolf snarled, still struggling to move in a direction that might reach Stiles someday.

“Well that answers that I guess,” Stiles muttered to himself. He was soaking wet at this point, and fully ready for the shower he’d been intending to take as soon as he got home. He should really just leave and let the werewolf drama run its course. Not his circus, not his monkeys. Or wolves, in this case.

But… the opportunistic wheels wouldn’t stop turning in the back of his head. Sure there would be no werewolf teeth to sell, and there would be no favor owed from a large pack… but someone from inside the pack with no loyalty to it could also be valuable. Information sold even better than spells sometimes.

The wolf’s movements were slowing already, the epinephrine burning through his blood faster than a human’s.

The wolf would probably be easy enough to control for at least the next few days, given the ratshit state of him. What harm could it do to at least bring him back to the shop for a night? Stiles was sure he’d be grateful, at least.

With the other option being facedown dead in pond mud, how could he be anything but adoringly thankful?

#He Is Not Thankful. #I'm not going to write it but I want everyone to know that Peter absolutely steals a bunch of Stiles's shit #this blog needs a tag for my bullshit #tumblr fic and kinda fic

[jttw-monkeybusiness]

That question about Wykong listening to Sophie made me wonder..... Wukong is a clever monkey sometimes, would he ever use Sophie's presence as an excuse to either behave or misbehave? Like, in the aforementioned scenario, threaten grievous harm to a human for talking smack ("I was defending her honour! You should thank me!")....... OR..... expect from the start that Sophie would plead for him to NOT hurt anyone, and therefor he gets to look like a totally cool and upstanding guy by letting the pathetic mortal off the hook ("You better be grateful to her, I'd have torn you limb from limb if she weren't so gracious and forgiving! You better thank her!") and also demonstrate to Tripitaka what a cool and upstanding guy he is by not drop kicking a pathetic mortal over the nearest mountain ("I could have but I didn't! Tell him Sophie! I am a reasonable and great person! You should all thank me!")

For clout, essentially XDD

Honestly, I can see this very well! So I think he would definitely use Sophie as an excuse to behave or misbehave! It is in his nature to be smart but very mischievous and at the beginning he didn't quite understand morals from a mortal point of view. So a lot of misbehaving happened and he wanted it to benefit him, but not too wildly that it would affect the Journey.

There are situations at the beginning when Sophie joins the gang, where Wukong teaches a mortal a lesson for talking smack to Sophie. At first, she felt surprisingly grateful that the monkey got her back but soon realized that it was mostly just an excuse to scare the mortal off: "I just wanted to beat him a little. Get some steam off. Besides, he is so disgusting that he better learn his lesson to not be a dickhead." Wukong was very serious and there was no spark in his eyes to be interested in becoming friends with Sophie, but it was his job to keep her alive and he did the bare minimum for it.

But with time that excuse turned to: "I was defending your honor, stupid woman!" "Anyone who calls you stupid, you get me. Okay?" "It seems that I have to do all the things for you, eh? Be grateful that I am a generous King." And soon this behavior also took another color in the paper. Wukong would usually stop being an ass or using force, or violence if Sophie begs for it. She has to mean it in order for him to understand the message. Wukong started to have a crush on her and he didn't want to 'ruin his image' of a perfect man in front of her. So, in order to please her he will stop but with a warning. "I would beat the living shit out of you if she didn't ask." "You got lucky. This time." Oh, and you better bet your kidneys he would use these when Tripitaka and him are having another argument. Although Tripitaka is pleased that Wukong has learned some morals for stopping violence sometimes when Sophie asks, he is still not happy about it. He knows that Wukong does that only to show off and get attention from her. If she was not there, he would be back to his old ways. He needs to learn to do this without Sophie all the time because that would put a lot of pressure on her and Tripitaka doesn't want that. The woman is dealing with her own issues and having a demon monkey in the mess would stress her out:

"Wukong, if you want to become a monk you need to learn to control your temper without someone to be there to remind you every single time. It's a part of understanding your limits."

"I don't know what you're talking about, master! I don't need her help for that! Ask her, master! Ask her and she will say that I handled the situation without her help AND I did it peacefully." "Wukong, peacefully does not include breaking the man's bones in any form!" "...Eh just a little snap in the nose will teach him a lesson. I just think about the future."

#personal questions #sun wukong #jttw tripitaka #tripitaka #journey to the west au #sun wukong x reader

[cerisesakurainspring]

OIKAWA x READER

~~He is someone who calls you pet names~~

"Tooru, you repulsive little male mynx!!"

The chocolatey-eyed lad came running towards the bathroom, where you were screaming his name. Worry evident in his alluring features.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"You are what's wrong! I told you to put the toilet seat down." Waking up on the wrong side of the bed didn't help with the small frustration bubbling inside of you. It was a very simple house rule, and your charming husband seemed to always 'forget' about it.

The pro volleyball player relaxed his shoulder, and a sheepish smile soon replaced his concerned one.

"Sorry, gordita-chan. I'll remember that for next time." He goes closer to you for a kiss on the cheek, but you don't let him; instead, you push him into the bathroom. "I don't want you to remember. I NEED you to actually do it."

Tooru turned around and pouted at you in an attempt to be charming.

"Nope. Not gonna work on me. Clean everything here this instant. Don't forget to scrub the bathtub, too." you ordered, and when it finally registered that he called you your least favourite nickname, you crunched your nose in disgust. "And you need to stop calling me gordita!"

"Noooo," he dragged on and proceeded to squeeze your cheeks, "How can I not bring attention to your cute chubby little cheeks?? You're like a conejita, oh my cute little bunny!" Tooru started sucking at your cheeks playfully. It began to hurt, so you had to bite his wrist to stop him.

"Ouch! Okay, okay. Then, how about mi changuita?"

"What does that mean?!"

He waved his pointy finger in the air with a proud expression, "It means 'my beautiful wife!"

His mischievous smile did not go unnoticed, and you lightly kicked his shin, "Liar! It's probably another stupid sweet-nothings. I don't want it."

Tooru did not want to tell you it really meant little monkey. It reminded him of how you would desperately clung onto him like a monkey whenever he leaves for his away-games, and he'll keep calling you that until you find out the true meaning. And when you do, he'll just come up with another cute pet name for you.

"Why can't you just be like a normal husband and call me something like mi amor or mi vida?"

You notice his naughty smile ease into a sincere one, "Tu eres mi precioso tesoro, y siempre estare encantado por ti, mi cielo."

"Do I even want to know what that means?"

Tooru just looks at you lovingly and smiles his signature grin.

"You think you can get away with anything as long as you smile, huh?" You placed your hands on your waist, giving off a sassy look.

Tooru revelled in your beauty, and he couldn't help the sudden flurry of butterflies in his stomach. Though you two have been married for years now, you have never failed to tickle his heart.

"You're supposed to say you love me back. Do you not love me anymore?" The setter pouted.

You rolled your eyes at his question, "You didn't say te amo, so why would I?" You sighed in slight frustration for not understanding the Spanish sentence he uttered earlier on. "I let my love for you be the one to decide to marry you. I didn't consider how much you would drive me nuts."

There was a slight arch on Tooru's brow. "Do I really drive you crazy in every aspect of your life?"

"Very much so." You looked at him accusingly, hoping your stares reached the recesses of his soul.

Tooru leaned his body forward to meet your eyes. A slight smirk danced on his lips. A look that made you shiver in delight. Not that you would ever admit it out loud.

"Then, does that include our nightly sessions?" His voice showed a hint of tease, and you turned beet red at his suggestive question.

In shock and embarrassment, you ran out of the bathroom and closed the door, leaving your husband behind.

Laughter didn't fail to escape Tooru's mouth, and it reverberated through the door.

"You're not leaving until you clean the whole bathroom!!" You screamed in shyness and frustration.

Smile slowly eased unto your lips as you held your hand on your chest, where your heart was beating too fast.

"I'm glad I married you, mi amor." You whispered to yourself.

~~~~~

Translation:

Tu eres mi precioso tesoro y siempre estare encantado por ti, mi cielo. / You are my precious treasure, and I will always be enchanted by you, my little heaven.

This is part of a one-shot series and is available for reading on AO3 and Wattpad under Haikyuū Husbandos

#haikyū!! #haikyuu #haikyuu fic #hq fic #haikyuu oikawa #haikyuu x reader #hq oikawa #oikawa tooru #oneshots #oikawa fluff

[wukong-s-only-wife5000]

Macaque: First Meeting.

You didn't visit Pigsy’s Noodle Shop as often as you’d liked, but whenever you did, you heard countless and seemingly endless tales from Tang about either the Monkey King, which you already knew since you were there for them, or MK. It was a no-brainer that Tang had a thing for you and wanted to impress you with his vast knowledge, but sometimes it was too much. You were pretty sure everyone knew of it, but you never had the heart to shut him up and risk hurting his feelings. You were grateful that MK had Pigsy and Tang looking after him, but sometimes you really hated hearing Tang talk about the same things: how you had been, Monkey King and MK. 

You were proud of the kid, sure, but hearing about it every single time you visited reminded you quickly of why you barely ever visited in the first place. Thankfully, Pigsy was always quick to shut him up for you and reminded you of the reason you do visit; the mouth-watering noodles and homey atmosphere Pigsy and MK brought.  

At the moment, it was MK who was talking, mostly complaining, about someone named Macaque; someone that Monkey King apparently knew from way back. You'd never heard of such a name in the time you’ve known the Monkey King, which was a very long time, so he obviously piqued your interest greatly. 

“So, what's so special about this ‘Macaque’ person?” Your question made MK scoff and he seemed to be in his own little world as he ranted.

“Nothing. He just thinks he's all that because he’s all-powerful and stuff,”

“Uh huh…” you mused.

You listened to MK in silence as he told you of the times that he ran into Macaque… but from what you heard, the male didn't appear to be the bad type of person he seemed to be at the beginning of the Monkie Kid’s story. He sounded less like the villain after the Lady Bone Demon was terminated. Something you, unfortunately, hadn't been able to help with since you were abroad handling some personal business.

“Seems to me that you, despite stating he wasn't that great, actually learned a lot from this Macaque person,” you stated as you ordered another helping of noodles.

“Well… I guess,” MK rubbed the back of his head. “Looking back, I guess there were times he was an okay teacher, but most of the time it was just to get what he wanted!”

“Wow, you think I was an okay teacher?” a foreign voice startled you both from behind you. “I appreciate that, kiddo,” the monkey you guessed was this ‘Macaque’ person chuckled.

To put it frankly, the emo-looking version of Monkey King was rather handsome. His dark theme was truthfully very attractive; you couldn't help but look at your noodles to hide your blush. 

“What are you doing here?!” MK questioned as he got over his brief scare.

“And who’s this little one?” he asked MK, ignoring his question as he looked at you with interest. “Oh~ I see, you must be the famous (Y/n) I heard so much about.”

“Pity that, before today, I've never heard of you,” you glanced at him then slurped your noodles as he chuckled. 

“Ouch,” he said, “then let me officially introduce myself,” he said as he held out his hand to you with his other hand in his pocket. “The name’s Macaque. Well, Six Eared Macaque… is my full name.”

“Hm,” you had to admit, the slightly shy way he said his full name was very adorable. You sighed softly and shook his hand. “(Y/n) (L/n),” you introduced yourself before going back to finish your noodles. Macaque stared at you with a small smile for a good while before he looked at MK as he finally answered his previous question. 

“I wanted to check on my favourite student, is that a crime?” he mused. 

“I'm not your student,” MK stated, which made you look at him with a raised brow. 

“I'll see you guys next time,” you said and paid for the meals you had. 

“Awe, leaving already?” MK pouted as he looked at you disheartened, but you knew he was trying to guilt trip you.

“Yeah, plum, stay a while,”

“Yeah, don't call me that,” you said as you looked at him with an unamused look. Internally… it made you scream and made your heart beat faster. It sounded much better than Wukong calling you Peaches… maybe just a little bit. Maybe it was because of his voice? “I got stuff to do,” you smiled at MK with your usual smile. “I'll visit again soon, I promise.”

“Yeah, last time you said that, you didn't visit for two months,” Pigsy huffed as he called you out.

“Well, I was busy,” you blushed as he called you out like that. “But, I'm not as busy as I was before, so I promise I’ll visit more often than before,”

“It was nice meeting you, plum,” he tilted his head a bit to try to see your face.

“Uh, yeah, you too,” you said but tried your best not to look at him, you couldn't bear to see that look again or risk him seeing your flustered expression.

“I hope to see you soon,” he said.

“Mhm…” you nodded and quickly made your exit. You could feel his eyes on you as you left the noodle shop up until you made a right.

“She's nice,” Macaque looked at MK in amusement. MK looked at him with an unamused expression… but he had to admit that that was the most he’d ever seen you talk to a stranger. He was impressed yet clueless, but Pigsy was suspicious as he looked at Macaque.

“Now, what do ya really want?” He folded his arms.

“Nothing,” he chuckled and shook his head as he passed his hand on his jaw and mouth to find he was smirking. 

“Nothin’, huh?” Pigsy didn't buy it for a second, but he recognized that dazed expression of a man anywhere.

He did lie though… but it wasn't that he genuinely came for nothing. It was that he couldn't exactly remember what his reason for coming to the noodle shop was in the first place. Maybe it was to check on MK? He did say that, right? Or maybe it was to annoy him a bit? Macaque couldn't remember… you had plagued and completely taken over his mind. 

“Things just got a bit more interesting,” Macaque mumbled to himself with a smirk of disbelief at your effect on him. He’d just met you yet this was the effect you had on him? Interesting indeed.

“Huh? What do you mean?” MK looked at him in confusion.

“Nothing,” Macaque chuckled and shook his head. “I'll see you later, kiddo,” he looked at MK before he disappeared through a portal he opened below himself. 

#request #x reader #lmk #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid #lmk macaque #lmk six eared macaque #macaque lmk #six eared macaque #lego monkie kid macaque #monkie kid macaque #macaque

[beyonddmythoughtssworld]

hiii! i love your writing and was wondering if you could write daddy!Rafe seeing how good the reader is with their daughter and going feral to give her another w lots of dirty talk/breeding kink pls and thank u🫶🏽🤭

another one | rafe cameron x reader

Summary: When watching how well you are with your daughter, Rafe’s mind starts to wander.

Word Count: 3.5k (i swear i don't know to write something short lol)

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, slight daddy kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, spanking, choking

A/N: thanks for the request and for liking my writing 💕

"Mommy, did you see that?"

You chuckled brightly at your daughter, crouching down to pick her up as she ran into your arms. Bouncing her excitedly in your arms, you nod your head, "I did see. You did the monkey bars all by yourself!"

Rafe put up a backyard playground a couple of weeks ago, sharing his hesitancy about the monkey bars due to them being so high up. She used to not be allowed on it unless he was directly beside her, but you were able to convince him that she would be okay three feet up in the air.

Despite this, you both agreed she wouldn't be allowed on it unless someone was at least watching her. She'd been trying to make it all the way on her own since, but most of the time gets too scared halfway through, you assuring her she'd be able to do it on her own time. Safe to say, this was a big deal.

You start to walk across the yard, calling out to Madison to come watch the rest of the children on the playground in your place. You and Rafe were currently hosting a small get together, Kelce and Topper bringing their respective wives and children.

Madison, Kelce's wife, takes your place as you join the guys on the back patio with Topper's wife, Jane. They were in the middle of a poker game, your husband taking note of your presence behind him just as it was his turn.

He leans his head back, and you peck him softly on the lips. He goes back to his previous position, smirking at the guys but directing his question to your daughter, "Sweetheart, what is it that Mommy always yells at me to do?"

Your daughter's eyebrows knit together for a second, before she starts to giggle, "Flush, Daddy!"

"That's right," He boasts to Topper and Kelce, who caught on and groaned as they dropped their cards on the table. At the same moment, Mia struggled in your grip to signal to you she wanted to get down.

Once she's on her feet, she goes to Rafe and puts her arms up, your husband immediately putting his attention on her and setting her on his lap.

"Daddy, I did the monkey bars!" Your daughter told her dad, excitement seeping into her tone. Rafe's eyes light up, glancing back at you but settling on her as he smiles.

"You did?"

"Yeah, and Mommy didn't even have to help me," Mia turned her nose up in pride, and Rafe tapped it lightly as she giggled in response.

"I expect nothing less from my brave girl," He replies, making your daughter give him a bashful look in return. You smile at the sight of your two favorite people, basking in the sight for a little.

"Well, our brave little girl needs to go get cleaned up," You interject, Mia's face turning into a pout. You hesitate, smiling down at her, "I thought you wanted to help Mommy with dinner?"

At your words, you see it click in her brain as she now struggles to get out of Rafe's lap. He laughs as he lets her down, your daughter immediately running to the slide door and inside out of the house. You start to follow, Rafe pulling you back by the hem of your dress.

"Forgetting something?"

You smile down at him, leaning down to leave a lingering kiss. He follows you as you pull away, and you give in to another one before pulling away fully. Rafe taps your ass, you walk away with a little more hop in your steps.

Rafe watches as you go inside, looking at you through the window to see you helping lift up your daughter to the sink to wash her hands. He's entranced by the sight, loving to see you do the most mundane things with your daughter. You've always been a gentle person, but seeing you with your mini-me just reminded Rafe how delicate you both were to him.

"So, are you gonna tell us the good news or we just gonna keep playing dumb?" Rafe is pulled out of his thoughts at Topper's words, raising his eyebrows at him in response.

"What're you talking about?"

"Come on. Y/N..." His friend trails off, giving him a pointed stare and rolling his eyes when Rafe still looks at him blankly. "She's glowing, dude. You mean to tell me she's not pregnant?"

Rafe lets out a laugh, looking at Kelce to ask if he's hearing this too only to see Kelce looking at him with the same expectant look.

"Jesus fuck, guys," His eyes bounce between them. He grabs the cards off the table, shuffling them. "No, she's not pregnant."

"You sure?"

At Kelce's words, Rafe scoffs, "I think I'd be the first to know."

"Alright, whatever you say.."

They drop it after that, Rafe dealing the cards to start another round, but the thought lingers in Rafe's mind. He knows for a fact you're not pregnant, but the thought was appealing. He steals glances at you through the window, watching as you move gracefully around the kitchen as you cook with your daughter.

Yeah, a very appealing thought.

•••

Rafe continued thinking about it through the poker game, through dinner, all the way until you were in your bedroom after putting Mia to sleep. He couldn't stop imaging you having another one of his kids. You were so amazing with Mia, he couldn't help but see you spreading that same love to your other children.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you during dinner. The way you hopped up whenever Mia needed anything, how your eyes never strayed from her when she went on a tangent. You were the best mother. And you made him the best father.

And Rafe was the first to admit that he loved when you were pregnant. Belly swollen with his baby, hormones all over the place. Hormones that lead to you being the neediest he's ever seen you.

He loved doing everything for you while you were pregnant, and he loved what you let him do to you to ease the pressures of being pregnant. Pregnant with his child. Walking around with a constant reminder that you're carrying a part of him. That you belong to him.

The thought alone made him hard.

You're just climbing into bed with him, Rafe setting his phone on the nightstand as you laid down, ready to go to sleep. He takes this moment to move the covers off of you so he can hover over you, leaning down to kiss your neck.

You were wondering when Rafe was going to make his desires known, reveling in the feeling of his lips on you. You'd noticed his mood, how he seemed to have something else on his mind throughout dinner.

You definitely didn't miss the way his eyes darkened as they lingered on your movements throughout the night, the all too familiar look of lust on his face.

He pulls your legs around his body, biting at your neck and soothing the mark with his tongue. You make more room for him to lay kisses on your neck, enjoying the sensation for a little bit before you decide to stay something.

"What's got you so riled up?" You tease, feeling his hard length against your stomach as he continues kissing you. You trail your arms up his bare shoulders, scratching them lightly. He shrugged, raising his head and meeting your lips in a breathtaking kiss.

You start to make out; your question about to leave your mind when he pulls back, "The guys asked me if you were pregnant. Something about you glowing.."

He kisses you as you flush at his words. He pulls away so he's hovering over you again with a thoughtful look, "And I just got to thinking how much I loved when you were pregnant."

"Really?" Your voice comes out innocent, like you're not already aware of this fact.

"Of course," He rasps, leaning down and trailing kisses down your neck. “You were carrying my baby. And if I remember correctly.. you were very needy."

"I miss seeing you like that," He whispers as he sits up, your knees bent on either side of him. He pulls at the end of your shirt, tugging it over your body and over your head.

You’re wearing nothing under it, and Rafe groans at the sight of you falling back onto the bed, your exposed body laid out and ready for him. The simple fact that he was going to be able to feel every inch of you with no barriers was enough to make him want to explode.

"Are you trying to get me pregnant, Mr. Cameron?" You ask with a teasing smile, biting your lip when he takes hold of both your knees and spreads them more.

"And if I was?" He asks in return, eyes falling to your pussy. He rubs you with a couple of his fingers, gathering your wetness and trailing his fingers to your soaked entrance. "You seem to like the thought as much as I do.”

Your breathing starts to pick up as Rafe slides his fingers in, pumping them in and out of you. You feel yourself drip around him, Rafe feeling a wave of arousal leave you as he wet his lips.

"You want that?" He mused. "Want me to fill you up?"

Your breath catches in your throat at the thought. Since having Mia, you'd been strict about using condoms -- much to Rafe's dismay. You didn't want to be on birth control, so you guys settled for either covering it up or Rafe begrudgingly pulling out. Truth is, you miss having Rafe completely raw.

When you nod your head, he pulls his fingers out. He gives you a stern look, “Use your words.”

"Yes, sir," You speak softly, mesmerized by your husband.

“Good girl,” He praises as he leans over you again, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He trails his hands up your thighs, to your waist before settling on your breasts, taking them both in his hands as he squeezes them. He circles one of your nipples with his tongue, going back and forth between your breasts as he tugs and pulls on them.

“Even touching you with that in mind is driving me fucking crazy,” He mutters into your chest, kissing down the middle of it and back up again.

“Not having to hold back,” He places light kisses on your lips, tongue coming out to trace your bottom lip as the kiss grows more heated. He trails the kisses down your cheek to your jaw. “Not having to pull out. Just being able to stay inside you as you milk my cock.”

“Please, Rafe,” You beg, bucking your hips up towards his erection.

“So desperate for it,” He groans, looking at you with hooded eyes. “You want me to get you pregnant, baby? You want to walk around with the reminder that you’re mine?”

“Please, daddy. Please fill me up,” You whimper as you nod, throwing your arms over his shoulders. “Show me that I’m yours.”

“All fucking mine,” He grunts, cupping your face. “C’mere.”

He pulls you into deep kiss, taking control of the kiss as he slips his tongue in. He grinds against you, boxers causing just the friction you needed against your exposed center. Rafe pulls away, placing quick kisses down your body as he places your legs on his shoulders, settling down until he's facing your wet folds.

“Baby, please. I’m already wet.. just give me your cock,” You try to push his head away, too desperate to want foreplay. You want to feel him stretch you open, the normally loved act only postponing what you're craving.

Rafe takes your hand in his, kissing your knuckles before grabbing your other and pressing them on either side of your body against the bed.

“I need you to be nice and soaked. Now relax and let me do my job,” He mumbles, covering you with his mouth. Your head throws back in ecstasy, Rafe’s tongue licking at you with such ferocity that it's driving you insane.

The fact that just the thought of making you pregnant, of showing everyone that you’re his, makes him this crazy was enough to have you dripping down his face. Rafe was right before; you did love being pregnant and he definitely helped with the raging hormones.

But if you recall correctly, he was the needy one while you were pregnant.

Whenever he saw you naked, belly protruding out and swollen breasts, he would have his head between your thighs before you could even get a word out. At the mention of the family you were making, he would adjust himself in his pants before giving in and fucking you within an inch of your life. He all but burned the box of condoms.

You loved being pregnant; but you also loved the things Rafe would do to you when you were pregnant.

You grind up into his face, Rafe squeezing your hands in comfort as your orgasm washes over you. You moan loudly, hips moving uncontrollably as you ride out your high, Rafe moving his tongue against you until you were so sensitive you had to squeeze his hands, catching his attention.

Rafe licks your pussy a couple more times, sitting up and getting off the bed. He takes his boxers off, leaving him naked as he climbs back in bed with you. He spreads your legs on either side of him again, stroking his cock as he looks down at you.

“Spread your pussy,” His rough tone goes straight to your core, and you move your hands to your folds before spreading your lips open. You pull them apart, leaving your entrance exposed and ready for him to slide in.

Rafe taps his cock against your entrance, sliding in slowly, “That’s it, baby. Open up for my cock.”

“There it is,” He revels in the feel of your wall stretching around him, pushing in all the way and pressing himself against you. “Can you feel how deep I am?”

You nod, your head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut as he pushes himself as deep as he can go. You’d been with the man for years and still have to take a few seconds to get used to his size, his impressive length reaching places you weren’t even aware existed.

Rafe leans down, kissing your cheek to get you to open your eyes. When you do, he leans back as he takes hold of either of your thighs, lifting you up and pulling you onto his cock, “Good. Need to be nice and deep so you can take all of it, yeah?”

You moan as he hits deeper inside of you in this position, rolling your hips down as you clench around him. Rafe groans, moving faster inside of you.

“Fuck, that’s it. Suck me in, just like that.”

He starts to pound his cock into you, his hold on you dominating as he pulls your body up and down to meet his thrusts. Your pussy is spasming around his cock, clenching down on it as you hear the sounds of your sex in the room.

“This is what you wanted right?” He grunts. “Wanted me to breed you like the little slut that you are?”

Not giving you a chance to respond, Rafe pulls out of you and flips you over. You bite your lip as you get on all fours, arching your back and spreading your legs more. Rafe hums in approval, circling your entrance with his cock before he pushes all the way in.

“That’s all you’re good for,” Rafe mocks, snapping his hips against you. His balls slap against the top of your thighs as he pounds into you harder. “This is all you need to do. Just have my babies. I’m gonna keep you so knocked up you never leave the fucking house.”

That pulls the most pornographic moan out of you, Rafe chuckling darkly as he grabs your arms, pulling you up until your back meets his chest. His cock goes deeper than before, and your head throws back onto his shoulder as he brushes his lip against your ear.

“Yeah? You like that?” He asks through a clenched jaw. “Like being my little fuck toy?”

“Yes, daddy fuck,” You whimper out, Rafe’s hand coming to wrap around your throat. He kisses your cheek, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he brings his other hand to your folds, rubbing your clit as he slows the movements of his hips.

“I know, baby. Your fucking dripping at the thought of just being something for me to come inside of,” His voice is dripping with desire as his hips move in slow, hard thrusts. He moves his hand from your throat to cup your jaw, turning your head towards him and pulling you into a kiss.

“Come on, be a good girl and come on my cock,” His lips brush against yours, nodding at you when you start to convulse around him, moans tumbling from your lips. “There you go.”

Once your orgasm subsides, you push back on him as pleas leave your lips, words coming out muffled as you're lost in pleasure.

“Please what? You want my cum?” He teases, and you nod as you push back on him harder. “It’s okay, baby, I’m gonna give it to you.”

He rubs your clit faster, the sensitivity triggering another orgasm. Rafe groans as he presses his lips to yours, his hold tightening on your jaw as he starts to thrust into you harder. He starts to come, pressing his cock deeper into you and staying still, “That’s right, baby squeeze it. Squeeze the cum out of my cock.”

He releases inside of you, your release mixing with his warm cum as he keeps his cock inside of you until he’s done. He pulls out, and you fall forward onto the bed as he sits back to watch his cum drip out of you. He pushes the cum back inside of you, fingering you as you grab his wrist but do nothing else to stop his movements.

Rafe laughs, and you feel the weight of him leave the bed. A small shriek leaves your mouth in shock when you feel his hand grab your ankle, pulling you to the end of the bed and flipping you over again. You sit up on your elbows, eyes trailing over his standing figure; his heaving chest, light sweat dripping down to his abs.

You bite your lip once your gaze sets on his rock hard member, veins popping out and making you want to trace them with your tongue.

“I’m not done with you,” He looks at you mischievously, stroking his cock, “I’m still fucking hard.”

Rafe grabs you, lifting you up until your legs wrapped around his waist, his cock rubbing against your entrance and making you whimper. He pulls you into a heated kiss, arms moving until they're placed under your thighs.

He lifts your body up, the tip of his cock hitting your entrance as he lines himself up, pushing himself into you. He slides you down on his cock, using his hold on your thighs to start bouncing you up and down. Your mouth falls open at this position, Rafe knowing how he can hit those certain spots in this particular position.

This position reminds you of how he can toss you around like a rag doll if he wanted to, not struggling in the slightest to hold your entire body up to fuck you down onto his cock. Your pussy drenches him in your juices, and you pull him close to bury your face into his neck.

He starts to fuck into you harder, and you moan as your head shakes against his neck, “R-Rafe..-"

“I know baby, I know it’s deep,” He coos, kissing the side of your head as he speeds up his movements. “You can take it. Need to be deep inside you.”

You whimper against him, and Rafe nudges you with his nose to pull you from your place against his neck. He meets you in a heated kiss, you moaning into his mouth and he hits the spot that has you seeing stars. You can’t do anything besides take it, Rafe’s hold on you tight as he bounces you up and down on his length.

“Ask for it,” He grunts against your lips, and you kiss him softly.

“Please, daddy. Please give me your come again,” Your voice comes out in broken gasps, too overwhelmed with the feeling of him deep inside of you.

“Keep asking for it,” His eyes roll back when you continue to beg him. You kiss his cheek, his throat, his neck; anything you can reach as you speak soft pleas in between your broken moans.

He bounces you harder against him, pushing his cock impossibly deeper as you feel him start to come inside of you. He continues fucking you, neck strained as his jaw slacks open, “Fuck, that’s it. Take every last fucking drop.”

He pushes himself to the hilt as the last spurts of his come pushes into you, holding himself against you. He adjusts, keeping himself inside as he brings one of his hands up to cup your jaw, pulling you into a hot kiss.

“Let me stay inside for a little bit longer,” He mumbles against your lips. “Need to make sure it’s all inside of you.”

You whimper, lightly grinding on him as he groans against you. You don't know how long you stay like this, soft pecks turning into deeper kisses. Rafe hesitantly pulls away, giving in when you follow his lips.

His lips follow yours as he lifts you off his cock, opting to keep your legs wrapped around his waist to keep you close. Your arms go around his shoulders, playing with his hair as you pull back, "You really want another baby?"

"Is it not obvious?" He flashes a smile, and you roll your eyes. "You know what I mean."

"Of course I do, baby." He whispers. "There's nothing I want more."

He pulls you into a soft kiss, giddiness growing in your chest at the possibility of being pregnant soon. Of having another child with the man you love. Your husband hums against your lips.

"Now, I hope you're ready," He says before tossing you on the bed. He climbs after you, pulling your legs around him again as your eyes settle on his already growing member. He leans down to kiss you, lips brushing yours. "Cause I plan on filling you up as much as possible until it's no question whether or not you're pregnant."

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut #obx fic #outer banks #rafe obx #rafe x you #rafe smut #obx #rafe cameron

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[Wukong: "Then we would have shared that furnace. And we'd be two idiots chained beneath the mountain together."]

Hmmm…I am not a hundred percent sure, but I think when SWK was in the furnace – he was reduced to ash, more than once, he just regenerated each time it happened. And considering he had to have been like 5 times immortal by then…I really doubt Macaque would have survived the furnace. SWK would just be trapped in there with the ashes of his friend/mate.

Although, now I have the image of SWK collecting the ashes and carrying them around in a jar/vase/something and still treating it like Macaque is alright – “Oh, look, Mihou, think we should try that?” – like something between a comfort item and a security blanket, but his mind not dealing with his LEMs death well to a point he’s just…like that. Still himself, but broken in a way.

Tripitaka thought he would be in over his head with the Monkey King being his protector – but the stone monkey clearly not coping well at all with a dead friend and treating their ashes as if still alive…Man’s praying for wisdom every chance he gets.

Referencing a line from my post about Wukong's stage fright.

Thats an extremely sad concept and a great idea for an angst au. It brings the idea of how Monkey (representing the Mind) handles legitimate grief. Him having a Mary Shelley-esque co-dependance on his past mate's ashes is 100% in character for SWK. He clings to the vessel containing Mac's ashes like Guanyin to her vase, rarely if ever putting it down.

I imagine the vase/vessel/urn resembles like those found in Chinese dig sites, but instead of the Imperial Palace, it is topped with a model of Flower Fruit Mountain.

Tripitaka/Tang Sanzang can sympathise with the pain of losing someone dear. In Journey to the West, he sets out to retrieve the scriptures after losing his mother + solving his dad's murder (and thats after being separated from them since and before birth). He's going through his own form of unhealthy grief, similar to his attitude in "The Great Tang Man"; he doesn't want to get close to anyone because he fears losing another loved one. But he sees that Monkey is refusing to accept that someone he cared for is gone, and wishes to find wisdom to help them both.

Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing are also sympathetic, but a little unnerved by Wukong's obsession. Bajie was a witness to Wukong's Havoc in Heaven, and knows that the Six Eared Macaque fell to the Furnace when his king did not. He's the one to yell at Wukong when he's annoyed by the monkey's chattering to the ash vessel. Wujing is the one to gently suggest ways to include Macaque's memory in healthier ways, and frequently helps Wukong with tasks when the monkey refuses to put down the vessel. Wujing knows how important those things are.

The one who understands the most though, is Ao Lie. He witnessed how his family went nuts in the aftermath of Ao Bing's death. The ones who grieved loudly and silently. The pain that rebounded onto Nezha and his family. Ao Lie was quite young when the death occurred, and always felt like he was on "the outside" of what was happening. He understands that this is the way Sun Wukong choses to process what has happened to Macaque. Ao Lie feels no place to correct him on it - and just understanding Wukong's pain is enough to help the monkey heal even if it takes years.

Wukong in this AU would be far more hesistant to kill his mortal opponents. He knows that even the strongest warrior may fall to ruin. And that the most hated Kings have someone who will mourn their loss. Sometimes his personality of an unhealthly-grieving widower is enough for some threats to back off. Even a demon knows that it is shameful to harass someone who is mourning.

I imagine the most shocked of their encounters would be the monkeys former allies...

Azure: "Sun Wukong? I thought you threw your lot in with the Heavenly Host. Following the beck and call of the Tang Monk." SWK: "I have. But I figured me and Mihou should pay you guys a visit." Peng: "The Six Eared Macaque? So he has survived the Furnace. No doubt he slunk away into the shadows once the lid rose. Where is that coward hiding now?" SWK: "He isn't hiding. He's been here the whole time." (SWK pats the vessel in his arms) The Brotherhood, all realising: "OH." ( ;O_O) (O_O;) ( `−ㅿ−´) Yellow Tusk: "...I believe the Six Eared Macaque has sacrificed the most for our cause. We should show him and Sun Wukong some hospitality, and listen to their tales of travel." Azure, creeped out: "Agreed."

Others like DBK and PIF would also be in mourning. But I could see them almost finding Wukong's behavior romantic. After all, they don't know what they would do if the other had died in battle.

I feel like instead of a "Macaque Chapter" where Wukong encounters his doppleganger while him and Tripitaka aren't on good terms; it's Wukong becoming frustrated with the others' worrying and comments and wanting to prove that theres a way Macaque still lives. And if it involves harassing the Heavens, the Underworld, or the Buddha himself then he'll try.

Perhaps the crux of his Journey is SWK deciding to let go and release Mac's ashes (likely at Flower Fruit Mountain) and learning healthier ways to honor Mac's memory. Or perhaps requesting that the Buddha reunite them - whether as a revival, in death, or in the next life...

BUT ALSO CONSIDER THIS:

Sun Wukong was only able to legitimately survive the Eight Trigrams Furnace (even with peaches, wines, and pills) because;

He's a manifestation of both Earth and the Mind. All the Furnace did was harden him like a piece of coal becoming a diamond.

Wukong isnt dumb. He knows enough about Taoist Alchemy to know that no matter how hot the crucible gets, it will always be its weakest in the Xun/Sun/Wind Trigram. The theory being that while Air feeds Fire, Wind supresses it - in science terms the increased pressure caused by the pure Wind element suffocated the hottest flames but created a lot of smoke; forever reddening Wukong's eyes.

Above: Two separate translations I got.

Macaque is associated with Wind, especially in LMK and other Jttw-inspo works that merge his character with the Macaque King/Great Sage Informing Wind. And as a Celestial Primate/Mystic Monkey, he holds powers unknown to Heaven and himself.

If in Taoist Alchemy; Wind supresses Fire, then there's a chance that instead of becoming refined like a earthy diamond like Sun Wukong - the Six Eared Macaque would cause a different unholy reaction within the Furnace. Like a pressure cooker ready to burst, the Wind within would only expand/quicken until breeched.

Lao Tzu/Laozi opens the Furnance after 49 days, expecting the two monkey demons to be reduced to a pile of ashes and pills. He's met by a pair of monsters that burst forth from the crucible like Pandora's box.

Heaven weeps.

Even if Macaque's physical body was lost to the Furnace, he could retain enough magic to manipulate his ashes into a smokey ghost-like form. The Buddha would be forced to contain Macaque for those 500 years by sealing him in an air-tight vessel.

Wukong carrying around his mate's ashes and the pilgrims thinking him mad with grief, only for Macaque to reveal at an awkward time that he's still technically "alive". Pluming forth from the vessel and ensaring their foes with his ribbon-like tendrils.

And if you wonder what a Furnaced!Macaque would look like? He's already shown us;

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