#with a smile on the face and super well-rested all thanks to macaque the monkey of his dreams

[miffysrambles]

Hi,I have a request! How about a one shot of Wukong and Macaque (separate) they accidentally falling asleep cuddling together with (fem) s/o, for the first time then afterwards they can’t seem to being able to sleep well since then until they just finally snap and snatch reader away? Please and thank u!

P.s. sorry if this is a lot lol 😅

Wukong and Macaque Falling Asleep and Cuddling With S/O

(Sorry it took so long, hope you enjoy!)

Wukong:

You shifted awake in your bed in the middle of the night, feeling a presence having you in their grasp as the sheets were wrapped around the both of you.

You looked over in distress in your exhausted state but quickly calmed down to see your boyfriend’s tail peeking out from the mountain of blankets he was buried under.

Smiling, you kissed his nose as you rested back in his arms, you were slightly more awake now as you remembered how you had gotten into the accidental cuddling session.

Earlier, you watched your boyfriend practically beg to stay over for the night.

Wukong had wanted to sleep over because he was, to put it in honest terms, too lazy to travel back home.

You playfully argued with him, he was the Monkey King after all! It could take him mere minutes to get back to his own house, whether he traveled by cloud or just from his speed alone.

“Yeah but why do that when there is a nice comfy couch right here? C’mooon peaches, just for tonight?” He asked you as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, you eventually agreed as long as he slept on the couch.

You’re relationship was still fairly new so you wanted to take things at a standard pace and he respected your wishes.

He responded by jumping onto the couch, resting his hands behind his head as he rested his leg up on his knee while sighing, “Haha! Man, this couch really is comfy, gonna have the best sleep of my life on this thing.”

You laughed softly, he was just being courteous with you, that couch was less than comfortable. You knew from personal experience.

You grabbed a few blankets and pillows from the linen closet and threw them on him while he lay on the couch, “Wha?- Hey!”

You playfully stuck your tongue out at him, ‘If you need more from the closet, help yourself.”

He glared at you, eventually breaking into a small smile, “Oh I will! All the blankets will be out, and you will have to fold them all again!”

You grinned as you leaned down to his face and rubbed your nose against his, “Cheeky monkey…”

“You know you love me.” He responded, his tail wagging softly from the nose kiss. 

You finally helped him get to bed on the couch, saying your goodnights as you did your own bedtime routine and eventually settled under your blankets. 

It wasn’t even two hours later when you heard a knock on your door while reading a book on your phone, “Come in.” You called out to him.

“Yeahhh so funny thing (Name), that couch is super uncomfortable…” He pointed his index fingers together as he looked at the ceiling.

You grinned as you raised an eyebrow, “You lied so you could stay over didn’t you?”

You had caught him, making him laugh nervously, “Mayyyybbee?”

“And you want to sleep in here with me?”

“Mayyyybeee?...”

You chuckled as you nodded, “Come on in hon, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

He beamed as he grabbed the pillows and blankets from the living room, settling down into the opposite side of the bed, making sure to give you your own space.

And that is how you got into this situation, You guess that in the middle of your sleep, you both broke the pillow barrier and started spooning each other. 

You weren’t complaining though, not in the slightest! Although you were a bit weary at first, you were now more than comfortable to do this again.

You were just not prepared for this to be a regular thing.

A few nights later, you were on the brink of sleep when you heard a tap on your bedroom window.

Groaning, you got up and opened the curtains to see Wukong on his cloud, still in his pajamas as he looked exhausted as well. 

Without saying a word when you opened the glass for him, he snatched you up and carried you to your bed.

“Wukong? What are you…” Your voice trailed off as he set you both on your bed, laying down next to you.

“I haven’t been able to sleep for a few nights since I slept over, guess I need you by my side sunshine…” he lowly chuckled as he pulled you closer to him. 

You smiled as you nuzzled into his chest, his fingers running through your hair, “Let’s make this a regular thing then.”

Macaque:

His arms were wrapped around you in a protective grasp, as if he never wanted to let you go.

Macaque was fast asleep when you shifted awake, his calm gentle breaths were more of an indicator for you as usually he was on edge and his breath was more heavy.

Macaque also had a habit of mumbling in his sleep, but it was so ineligible and quiet that you could never realize what he was actually saying.

His tail was wrapped around your waist as it held you close to him, you nuzzled your face into his shoulder as you were back on the brink of dreams yourself. 

This cuddling session happened by pure accident or even coincidence, you were just sitting next to him on his couch after watching him train in his dojo.

He set his shadow staff against the wall as he let out a sigh from being clearly exhausted, sitting next to you on the worn-down cushion, “You sure you don’t want to join me? I could teach you a few self-defense moves.”

You smiled as you politely shook your head, you would love to spend more time with your boyfriend any way you could but he could be a little intense while training.

“Alright, suit yourself dollface. Guess I’ll have to keep a close eye on you then?” He grinned while wrapping his arm around your shoulder. 

Letting out a small laugh, you flirted back as you closed your eyes, “Guess you will.” You laid your head on his shoulder, making him hum contently. 

You both stayed in that position for a few minutes until you opened your eyes back up from the feeling of being pulled down onto the couch with him.

You looked over to see his half-lidded expression looking down at you, his lips cracking into a small smile.

You smiled back, of course, lying your head on his chest as his fingers ran through your hair and pressed small gentle kisses on your forehead. 

Your ear was pressed against his chest, hearing his heartbeat pound within him.

Ba-dump… Ba-dump… Ba-dump…

It was calm, a rare sound indeed.

“I can hear your heartbeat too y’know.”

His voice pulled you back into reality as you looked up at him, his hand caressing your face.

“I don’t need to have my ears pressed against your chest to hear yours, I can hear with the six ears and all that. Glad to hear you can relax that much around me…”

His words were genuine and affectionate, making you beam up at him as you nuzzled your cheek into his grasp,

“Of course I can, I love being around you. Even if it’s just watching you train.”

He brought your face up to his lips, pressing a loving kiss onto them.

“And I… I love you (Name).’

He had trouble saying the L word, so this moment was incredibly special to you.

“And I love you too Macaque.”

You nestled back onto his chest, making him smile down at you as he laid his head back on the armrest of the couch and closed his eyes for just a moment.

That moment turned into a cat nap, he was comfortable enough to let his guard down and actually sleep for once. 

You followed soon after, your eyes fluttering closed as you listened to the melodic sound of his heartbeat like it was a lullaby for you.

You both ended up sleeping for the rest of the evening, never once breaking the loving mutual grasp you two had created.

A few nights after, you were lying in bed struggling to fall asleep.

You were imagining his heartbeat in your mind to help, although nothing could ever beat the real thing.

You sighed as you held your pillow in your tight grasp, trying to imagine it was your boyfriend holding you in his arms.

It was not working, to say the least, it was making you miss him even more.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a shadow portal being summoned above your headboard, you looked up to see a pajama-wearing Macaque appear out of it.

He smiled down at you, “You too huh?”

You nodded as you held your arms up at him, “Mhm…” 

He happily obliged as he snatched you up in his arms, falling back onto your bed as he kissed your forehead.

“Goodnight sugarplum” He held you in his arms, your ear immediately going to his chest to hear that addicting sound as your eyes finally closed for the night.

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[vernonfielding]

Like Samwise and Frodo (but also like Dorothy and Toto)

Story No. 26 of my Season 7 Countdown Project. Thank you to @amyscascadingtabs for the prompt!!

Summary: “You were there. You held me as a wept.”

Gina comforts Jake after he’s taken down by the security guards at the Manhattan Club. Takes place during Four Movements. (Read on AO3.)

Mario Lopez is embarrassingly eager to save the malnourished malaria monkeys – to the point that Gina eventually has to shake him off by promising that he can come along on her next trip to Thailand to vaccinate and bottle-feed orphaned baby macaques.

(Gina doesn’t know crap about monkeys, but her mind does this weird thing when she’s conning someone where its able to pull up insane bits of trivia that she will never recall actually learning.)

“Thank you,” Mario says, clutching the business card she handed him with the time and location of her party. His eyes are all dewy and sincere when he looks back at Gina, and it kind of makes her stomach turn. “You’re doing such amazing work. I’m so glad we met, Pamplemousse.”

“Please, call me Ms. La Croix,” Gina says. “Now I must find my brother. Have you seen him? He looks extremely expensive- oh! There he is, bye now.”

Gina sashays past Mario without looking back, and lets out a breath of relief when she’s back in the lobby. She hasn’t actually seen Jake since the guards body-slammed him about half an hour ago. She hopes they didn’t end up calling the police. That would be excruciatingly embarrassing (for Jake – Gina will absolutely live-Instagram it if he’s arrested).

The light’s already fading into dusk and there’s a brisk breeze when she finally steps back outside the Manhattan Club. She pulls the white coat she borrowed from evidence lockup closer around herself and looks up and down the sidewalk in front of the club. She frowns when she finally spots Jake, sitting on a short brick wall at the end of the block, huddled over himself. She can only tell it’s him by the bright blue of his blazer.

“Jake, we did it! He’s in,” Gina calls out. “We nailed it with the monkeys- what the fuck, dude?”

Jake’s looked up at her, and in the twilight she can see that he’s covered in blood. He’s got his red ascot shoved up to his nose, but there’s blood around his mouth and chin, and staining his pink shirt and the front of the jacket.

“What the fuck?” she says again.

“The guards were a little overbearing,” Jake says, voice muffled through the cloth.

“If by overbearing you mean psychotically aggressive, then yes, holy shit,” Gina says.

She sits next to him on the wall and pulls the ascot away. His nose doesn’t look broken, it’s not even swollen much. There’s just a lot of blood.

She’s suddenly thrown back to when they were children, maybe 8 or 9 years old. Gina had brought her Pound Puppy (Doodles, because she hadn’t yet learned the Power of Names) to school, and at the end of the day stupid Byron Taka had grabbed it from her and refused to give it back. Jake – easily the smallest boy in their third-grade class, with wild curls that were always falling in his face – had demanded that Byron return it. There’d been a fist fight, fast and furious, and Jake had ended up on the ground with blood pouring out of his nose, his tiny body curled around Doodles and refusing to let go.

He’s been Gina’s best friend ever since.

Now, of course, she can’t kick Byron in the nuts and then walk to her house with Jake and help him clean up enough that his mom will never know he was fighting. Jake had cried all the way home, partly from the pain and the sight of all that blood, and partly out of fear that he’d get in trouble at school again. Three years later they’d repeated the walk with more blood but fewer tears when Jake got into a fight with Susan Clutch after Susan deliberately put gum in Gina’s hair.

(It’s not like Jake has made a habit of getting beat up for her. This is only, like, the tenth time over a nearly 30-year friendship.)

“It doesn’t look too bad,” Gina says, pushing the ascot gently against his nose again. “I think you’ll be fine for the party.”

“It’s not the nose, it’s everything else,” Jake says, wincing dramatically as he tries to sit up a little straighter on the wall. “Those guys were super into the kidney and crotch hits.”

“Wow, I knew the Manhattan Club was exclusive but not, like, nut-punch chic.”

“Illuminati, man,” Jake says, shaking his head slowly.

Gina laughs at that, and Jake does too, but then he groans and clutches at his side. When Gina pulls away a bit to get another look at him, his eyes are shut tight and he’s got a few tears rolling down his cheeks. Her heart sort of clenches, and she gently wraps an arm over his shoulders and lets him lean into her. His head rests in the crook of her neck and he’s definitely getting blood all over this white coat, and just then Gina doesn’t mind.

She’s a little rusty at this – the whole caretaking thing, when it comes to Jake. He hasn’t needed her in the same way in a while, not since Amy, but even before then. She can’t say she’s missed it, because she’s never been great at putting anyone else’s needs before her own. (Iggy’s the obvious exception, and honestly Gina’s pretty damn proud of her selfless commitment to her daughter. But Iggy’s also extremely self-reliant for a 15-month-old.)

Still. Holding Jake feels familiar and kind of nice (though maybe not for Jake, who – she twists around a bit to look into his face – yes, is still weeping). She rubs circles on his back and rests her chin on the top of his head, and she thinks how lucky he is to have her in his life. And okay, it goes both ways.

When it’s fully dark and Gina is starting to shiver from the cold and Jake’s just sort of sniffling against her shoulder, she taps the back of his head and says, “You ready to go home, Pineapples?”

Jake sits up gingerly, hand pressed into his side again. He pulls the ascot away from his face and unfolds it, mouth curling in disgust at all the blood drying on there. Then he uses it anyway to wipe the tears off his cheeks. Gina rolls her eyes, but she takes the cloth from him and dabs at his mouth and chin to clean the blood from the rest of his face.

Jake pulls out his phone when she’s done, checking the time. “If we leave now I can get cleaned up and changed before Amy’s home.” He gives Gina a knowing smile. “Don’t want Mom to find out.”

“Please don’t ever call Amy ‘Mom’ again,” Gina says, but she’s grinning too when she bumps his shoulder. She grabs his phone to get them a ride, and splurges on the UberX.

It’s not a walk home from school, Ninja Turtles lunch boxes swinging between them. They’re not two kids with too much free time on their hands and not nearly enough adult supervision. But under his blue blazer and her white coat and all the blood staining their clothes, they’re still Jake and Gina. It’s sort of amazing how these things never change, she thinks, and squeezes Jake’s hand before climbing in the car ahead of him.

End Notes:

Title is from Jose & Mark (Bash Brothers).

I love that people wanted Jake&Gina stories! I feel like their friendship isn’t explored that often or well on the show even though they’re arguably closer than any other pairs (aside from Jake and Amy, of course). They just have such a natural bond that’s so fun to write.

I toyed with the idea of having Jake crying here not so much because of the pain but because he’s sad Gina is leaving. I guess I like to think it could be read both ways, as is? 

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