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ponderingmoonlight · 27 days

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Making JJK men realize what love is

Pairing: Geto x fem!reader; Sukuna x fem!reader; Toji x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,8k

Warnings: language, near death experience in Sukuna's part, fluff over fluff, not proofread

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Geto Suguru

He hates those monkeys. Like a mantra, he reminds himself over and over again while he watches you from afar, stunned from your sudden presence. How your delicate hips swing from side to side on this hot summer day, how flawless you look when those innocent rays of sunshine hit your skin just right.

And then your eyes meet yours. Oh, how he hates the way his heart skips a beat, how a small smile forces itself onto his lips while your whole face lights up in an instant, feet stopping right in their tracks in order to rush towards him.

You met Geto Suguru when you were at your lowest, haunted by sleepless nights and the feeling of being watched all the time. Just when you were on the brink of going insane, you found out about this strange cult leader who healed countless people before you. With one swift motion of his somehow elegant hands, you were healed, regained your smile, your will to live.

And somehow, you can’t help but get mesmerized by that man with the charismatic brown eyes and smile so gorgeous that you simply can’t keep your mind off him.

Suguru clenches his hands into fists, forces a wall up his heart so high that you can’t climb it. This is ridiculous, so disgusting that he can’t look at himself in the mirror anymore. You are a monkey, a non-jujutsu sorcerer. Damn, you are like every other girl that rushed to him, dark circles underneath your bright orbs, begging on your knees for relief. But why…Why does his heart almost beat out of his chest, seeing you in that cute summer dress? He should kill you right here on the spot, should end your puny life just like he did with others countless times before. You are nothing but a disgusting human, a bug underneath his boots.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here!”, you cry out, storming his way with your hair waving in the light breeze like in those trashy movies Shoko always forced him to watch.

“I was actually on my way home”, he explains softly, cursing himself over and over for his gentle tone.

Damn, he didn’t even take your money back then.

“I…I don’t know if a simple thank you will ever be enough”, you breathed out.

Just before you stormed towards him.

Just before you wrapped your hands around his neck tightly, pressed your delicate body against his, engulfed him with the warmth of your presence.

Suguru couldn’t help but just sit there, widened eyes staring at the wall opposite of him where the blood of his last victim still shone through the white paint.

You, a monkey, dared to touch his figure with your disgusting hands? The instinct of pushing you away while killing you right on the spot came swiftly, but somehow…

He loses his breath when you wrap your arms around him again, your intoxicating smell making his heart skip a beat along with the sensation of your naked skin touching his.

Something about you is different.

“I actually just went shopping for you”, you bubble out, fingers hectically searching for something specific in the countless shopping bags you carry with you.

Is it your well-formed figure, how your body seems to fit right in his hands? Is it your tender appearance or the way your fingertips seem to touch his heart instead of his skin? How your words always hit the right nerve, make him waver, make him wonder? No, despite being a non-jujutsu sorcerer, you radiate nothing but kindness. There is in fact no cursed energy dripping out of any pore of your delicate body, not a single spark of negativity since the day he took that curse off your shoulders.

You are pure, you are kind. And you seem to be the only person apart from that man years ago who has absolutely zero cursed energy, who isn’t responsible for these curses. You are everything he hates, everything he fights against and yet you’re not.

And you aren’t even aware of it.

“I know you prefer salty over sweet, so I got you this. It’s a speciality…-“

Suguru can’t listen any longer, eyes fixated on the way your pretty mouth moves and your wild mimics. How nice it must feel to caress them with his very own mouth until they get puffy, feeling your breath hitch against his cheek while he holds you in his arms.

No. He shakes his head ever so slightly. You are a monkey, he hates you. He hates the way he urges to make you laugh just to hear you giggle. He hates the way his eyes always find you even in the crowdiest places in Tokyo, how his breath hitches even though he has seen you so often. He hates how he instinctively visits the places he knows you love, the back of his heart always searching for you.

His heart…What is this strange feeling? He hasn’t felt anything despite hatred and grief for so long that it might be a heart attack.

Gently, you open his hand and place a little package inside of his, orbs shining so brightly that he gets lost in them again.

No. That warmth spreading in his guts tells him otherwise. This isn’t a heart attack, let alone hatred.

“I think I love you, (y/n).”

He watches how your eyes grow wider and wider with each passing second, the other package you were holding in your now numb hand falling to the ground.

“You-…what?”, you stutter.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He shouldn’t have thought, let alone say something like this. Love? Suguru doesn’t love anyone. He killed his own parents, wouldn’t even shy away from killing his former best friend if he has to. No, in Suguru’s world there is no place for a heart, especially not for loving a monkey, a disgusting creature-

The stinging sensation from your tender touch against his cheek makes his mind go blank, forces his eyes to meet yours. That breath-taking smile on your face, your fingertips caressing his oversensitive skin…

“I think I love you too, Suguru.”

Suguru fails to breathe, fails to do anything apart from staring at you. You, loving him back?

Why would anyone love someone like him?

“You can’t love someone like me. Not after all the things I’ve done, the things I’m still about to do. You wouldn’t say that-“

“The moment I met you I knew about the things you did. I saw those blood splatters on the wall, your cold gaze. But now all I’m seeing is warmth. All I’m seeing is you.”

He’s lost at words, lost at sight. At the moment, there’s only one thing to do, one thing that feels right.

And that is pressing his lips against yours the way he always imagined, allowing his hands to press your body closer to his, enjoy the sensation of your breath hitching against his mouth.

Maybe this is what love feels like. After all this time…

It’s you.

Ryomen Sukuna

“(y/n) is in great danger, master Sukuna-“

“Why would I care about that?”, the king of curses mutters to himself in an instant.

The truth is, his nerves are tingling, mind clouded by countless questions. How did you manage to get yourself into danger when you are considered the queen of curses, so powerful that people slowly but surely forgot to fear him? It shouldn’t seek his interest that you might get killed, it isn’t any of his business. After all, you are nothing but his opponent, a pain in his ass.

“I got bored, so I made sure you’ll get reincarnated, pretty boy”, you teased him, your low voice being the first thing he heard when he awoke.

“Shit, I hoped you’re dead by now”, he replied in sheer boredom.

Like in slow motion, you emerged out of the darkness with your body as hot as it was when he last saw you 500 years ago. Your hand wrapped itself around his neck tightly, deadly orbs glared right through his soul.

“I won’t die before you, Sukuna.”

Somehow, he always relied on the fact that you never left his side. A sickening feeling of discomfort crawls up his back, flashbacks of your oh so pretty face haunting his mind. It would be so easy to let you get killed right here and now in Shibuya. What a relieve it would be to be the kind of curses and not getting questioned by your presence.

But something lifts him off his throne, forces him to listen to the words that hit the brat’s ears. What is he supposed to do?

“Take your dirty hands off me and show me where she is, curse.”

The curse on top of him stumbles backwards, gives him the space he needs to stand up and look around when he’s finally in control of this puny human shell. Fuck, his life would be so much easier without you in it. But still, Sukuna finds himself pinning that volcano curse against a nearby wall, almost scratching his face off with his free hand.

“Show me where she is or die.”

“She was severely injured by Gojo Satoru”, the curse presses out.

“Satoru Gojo is sealed, you fool.”

“But he wasn’t back then. She wasn’t able to heal herself and until now, she is still trapped underneath a curtain.”

“Show me.”

Every breath hurts while your body is plastered onto the floor, limbs not able to move a single inch. That bastard really caught you off guard. You weren’t even able to unleash your full potential when he hit you with a wave of hollow purple and slammed you into a building until you hit the ground, taping you into this hole with a curtain.

You aren’t an idiot. Absolutely no one is able to save you in that state, not when the queen of curses herself isn’t able to pull herself out of that situation. You were a fool when you thought you were ready to face him with a third of your full potential.

“Rookie mistake”, you breathe out, a muted laughter escaping your lips along with a trail of blood.

You never imagined your life to end like this, especially through the hands of a random jujutsu sorcerer. How will he react when he finds out?

He. Sukuna. The kind of curses, your opponent for as long as you can think of, your greatest enemy until he disappeared into thin air. But no, this isn’t enough. Hatred doesn’t fit your feelings towards him quite right and you’ve known it for a long time.

Out of instinct, you shake your head so violently that you feel like breaking your own neck. How ridiculous to even consider these kinds of feelings, to let this cursed word cross your clouded mind. Love is weakness, love is an invention of dumb humans, nothing for a queen of curses.

Your glossy eyes wander to your lifeless hand, covered in your very own blood, touched by him countless times before.

“I’ll kill you”, Sukuna hissed through gritted teeth while grabbing your hand and yanking it over your head.

“Tempting, but I have to decline”, you replied sarcastically, holding his threatening gaze without any issues.

“I fucking hate you, (y/n). God, you’re driving me insane.”

“What’s wrong, king of curses? Are you irritated by a simple woman like me?”, you teased him, his body so close that you could feel his heat.

“A simple woman? You are the devil”, he spat at you.

You can’t help but smile to yourself. What a shame that you didn’t manage to get on his nerves one last time. Hopefully he gets the job done and kills this whole fucking town.

Hopefully, he won’t forget about you. Slowly but surely your lids close themselves, ears ringing so violently that you fail to concentrate any longer. How nice it would have been to see Sukuna one last time.

To feel him one last time…

“Now, what do we have here? Are you really about to die here?”

“Don’t haunt me before I die”, you mutter, voice so muted that Sukuna almost fails to understand you.

You look absolutely broken, your body literally teared into pieces. And that curtain on top of you…That curse was right, this doesn’t look good at all. And somehow the king of curses feels panic rise inside of him, the sight of your breath getting stuck in your throat washing away the cheeky grin plastered on your face when reality hits him with full force.

You could die right here and now.

He doesn’t think twice. With a swift motion, he frees you from the curtain that was nothing but a minor shadow on top of you anymore, eaten up by your immense powers. Before his mind is able to stop him, he lifts your puny figure off the ground, carefully pressing your head against his chest.

“Don’t you dare to die here”, he warns you with a voice so soft that he is almost afraid of himself.

What the hell is this strange feeling that holds onto his heart, that doesn’t allow his gaze to leave your face? Your oh so gorgeous face, so shamelessly beautiful that it hurts.

“Almost sounds as if you’d care about me…”

He stops in his tracks, arms pressing you even tighter against his own body while your words echo through this fear-clouded mind.

“Because I do.”

His mouth replies faster than his mind is able to stop him, forcing your tired eyes open.

“You do…what?”

“Forget about that”, he mumbles in an instant, quickly starting to walk again.

“Say that again.”

“I would rather kill you.”

Toji Fushiguro

“What the hell are you doing here, Toji?”

“Was waiting for ya. Here, I ordered you something to eat.”

You roll your eyes at his shit-eating grin while letting yourself fall onto a chair opposite of him. It has been like this between you and Toji since you can remember, meeting up in a worn-down café to discuss another mission. Your life has always been shit. As a bounty hunter, you were on your own most of the time, relying exclusively on your own abilities. But when Toji came into your life, something changed.

You were never a couple, but still…The way he grins at you from time to time simply leaves you speechless, reminds you that there’s actually more about life than earning money to keep your head over water.

Stop this madness.

“You need something, right?”

There’s absolutely no use in thinking about these stupid things. Toji lost his wife some time ago, even has two kids. He told you over and over that he’ll never get into a relationship again, that he isn’t interested in dedicating his life to a single woman.

You stare at the fried rice in front of you, slowly but surely starting to eat. He definitely doesn’t feel the same.

“This is good”, you mutter with full mouth, a small smile forming on your lips.

But Toji can’t keep his gaze off you. From the first time he was forced to work with your annoying ass, you were always very easy to look at. And then your personality came in. When was the last time he actually smiled before he got to know you? Fuck, he has absolutely no clue. But he does every single time you do. It became an addiction to him, doing everything in his power just to see the corners of your mouth twitch.

“What you’re looking at, man?”, you mumble in such an unladylike manner that Toji can’t help but lean back in his chair, a small grin creeping up his face.

“Nothing, little pig.”

“That’s definitely not how you talk to a lady”, a oh so familiar voice comments.

“(y/n) ain’t a lady.”

And there it is again. A grin so wide that it shows your teeth with a glimmer in your orbs that leaves Toji’s heart pounding against his ribcage. What a beautiful sight you are, what a truly remarkable woman.

It’s almost like-

“I’ll get going now. Join me later?”, you question towards him on your way up.

“Sure”, he replies out of instinct, watching longingly as you walk out of the café.

“What is that look I’m seeing on your face, huh?”

The man next to him lights up a cigarette while he watches you closing the door behind you.

“Stop talking shit.”

“Only a fool would miss the way you look at (y/n). Somehow you’re the only one who manages to make her smile.”

“Oh yeah?”

Your smile. Your oh so gorgeous smile that lights up entire galaxies, your smile he always imagines before going to bed.

“And it seems like she’s doing the same with yours.”

Finally, Toji glares at Shiu, a huff escaping his lips.

“What can I say? I like her.”

“Like? Don’t you mean love?”

“Yeah, maybe…”

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foldingfittedsheets · 2 months

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In the bloom of my youth I found myself on an evening with my best friend in the park. We were young and it was a beautiful warm summer night to be out. At sixteen in a small rural town our options for entertainment were limited but it had been a good day.

Park is a somewhat generous term for the locale, what it amounted to was a cleared space with some planters and bushes, a tiny podium, and a square of trees round the perimeter. We had been hanging about with our friend who needed to leave, and waiting to be picked up ourselves, carless plebeians that we were.

So there we were, two teen girls in the park alone as the last of the light faded. Neither of us had cellphones, and my nana was collecting us right from the park as we’d agreed earlier. We were in no hurry, knowing she’d arrive when she arrived.

Until my friend said, “What was that?”

I looked up to where she was pointing but I didn’t see anything. “What?” I asked.

“I think it was… someone streaking?”

It was absurd to think. Our little town, tiny and rural as it was, with a streaker. But I loved my friend, so instead of laughing I said, “Let’s go see.”

I’m not sure what I thought it was, but I was confident she’d be less nervous if we investigated and found a plastic bag or a jogger in white. And I’ll admit I was curious at this anomaly. We made our way across the park to where she’d pointed.

That’s when I saw it too. A flash of pale skin under the streetlights, moving too quickly through the shadows and shrubs to see clearly. My friend clung to my arm, shrinking in on herself and I felt the first twitch of fear. Investigating no longer seemed like the thing to do.

I was determined to protect her from whatever was lurking, so I changed course and started cutting away from the movement, heading for the small shopping center not too far outside the park.

Our progress was suddenly arrested as the mysterious figure launched into our path. A man crouched on the pavement before us, fully nude except for a loincloth. His hair was in white people dreads. It was in every way like Tarzan had stepped out of the animated movie into real life.

My friends fingers were digging painfully into my arm and we stood stock still, staring at this bizarre apparition. He was still a good fifteen feet away from us. He stared back, making soft simian “ooh ooh” sounds.

I was struggling to process that a man in a loin cloth was right there when he started to move toward us. It was in his monkey half crouch, a few shambling steps, slow, with his eyes fixed on us.

“Leave us alone!” I declared.

He stopped, tilting his head this way and that. Then shifted like he would take another step.

I was fully afraid now, but I was also furious that he was menacing us and scaring my friend. I dropped her arm, marching forward with wrath in my eyes and said, “Get out of here before we call the cops!”

At my approach he turned and bolted back into the bushes. I whipped around and zipped back toward my friend, grabbing her arm and power walking us out of there. We arrived at the nearest business and darted inside, conveying what had just happened in garbled snippets.

The workers were outraged to hear our story. They let me call my nana to tell her where we were, then asked if we’d like to call the police. I shook my head. I emphatically did not want to deal with the police.

In the safety of the store my fear had started to feel ridiculous. It was probably just some bored prankster.

As we waited for my nana my friend quietly admitted she would rather liked to have called the cops. I apologized for not asking. We lapsed into silence. She said, “I can’t believe you went toward him.”

I couldn’t either. I didn’t remember planning on it, only I wanted to be between him and my friend. “Do you think he was crazy or was it just a prank?”

She shook her head. She didn’t know either. All these years later I still don’t really know what happened that night. If he was on a dare, or cosplaying Tarzan for fun, or if he was unwell. A lot of the details have hazed over with time but the utter dissonance of seeing a man in a loin cloth pop out of the bushes is seared into me.

I also remember back then, in a whisper both scandalized and fascinated, my friend admitting, “I saw his penis.”

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toppersjeep · 6 months

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Part 4 Where Do We Go Now- Lando Norris X Reader

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(A/N: currently listening to wanna be yours while writing this. and it feels very coded to this part so I’ll add it)

Your POV

I walked into my office at the paddock and noticed another note on my desk. But this time no gift. Which was weird. If it wasn’t Max or Charles then who kept doing this.

I opened up the letter.

The Letter:

Dear Y/N, I’ve always hated the way you looked at him and not me. Part of me always wished I could be him ,just so you’d look at me the same way. Do you ever see the way I look at you?? He’s never looked at you the way I do. Maybe it’s because he’s never loved you as much as I do. I wanna scream it from the rooftops. I don’t think he ever deserved you if I’m being honest. You deserved better than him. I can’t hide how much I want you anymore. It’s killing me not being able to tell you how much I want to be yours. All I’ve ever wanted was to be yours and for you to be mine. But I don’t know if you’ll ever feel the same way. So if you do want to know who this. Then meet me in the garage before the race in Austin. I can’t keep hiding this anymore.

___

I set the note down. I knew what I had to do now. I ran out of my office.

“Y/N you going somewhere I need help with something” Oscar said. “It’s kinda important Oscar I gotta go” I said. “But they need you to race today” Oscar said. “What why” I said. “I don’t know but this is your opportunity go get it” Oscar said. “But your seat” I said.

“You are very talented and I know you can do this” Oscar said. “Thanks Osc” I said. I then walked over to the garage. I looked around not seeing anyone in the garage.

“Great this is hopeless just another stupid prank or something” I said to myself. Nobody was coming maybe this was all in my head. I sat on the wheel of Landos car.

I was only gonna wait a couple more minutes. Before I had to get ready to race. I then heard footsteps from behind me.

“I can’t believe you actually..” Lando said. “Lando” I said. “You showed up” Lando said. “You’ve been writing these” I said. “Yes I have and I’ve been dying to tell you” Lando said I stood up.

“Lando I” I said. “For years he’s gotten everything including you” Lando said. “All I’ve ever wanted was you.. but I didn’t know how to say” Lando said. “This is all so” I said.

“Confusing.. yeah I know but just listen to me” Lando said. “Lando I” I said looking into his beautiful eyes. “But I need you to know that I love you.. more than anything” Lando said. “Y/N I’ve loved you forever and I can’t hide it anymore” Lando said cupping my cheek.

“I…” I began to say but we were cut off. “Guys we gotta get ready and Y/N suit up” Zak said I nodded. “She’s racing” Lando asked. “Yeah Oscar has a concussion so he can’t she’s in” Zak said.

…

We finally lined up on the grid. I was in third place and Lando in second. Max was in first as usual. But I knew that I needed to win. And Lando and I already had a plan.

The team let us connect our radios. Being that I normally help him.

“Radio check Lando” I said. “Yeah I can hear you Y/N sounds good” Lando said. “He already knows your strategy so let’s switch things up” I said he laughed. “Spice it up a bit huh” Lando said.

“Exactly Lando” I said. “Well I got your back on this one” Lando said. “And I’ll defend your position” I said. “We’ve got this one in the bag” Lando said. “Then let’s give everyone a show” I said.

The race finally started. Lando got in front of me. I defended my position and his too. Behind me was Carlos. I knew he was quick but I couldn’t let him get through.

And of course Max was driving very dangerously. Trying to push Lando of the track.

“Lan you know the drill” I said. “Yeah I know but he’s being a dick” Lando said. “We will get him when she times right” I said.

It was down to the last two laps. Time went by. But Max didn’t pit and he was still on old tires. Lando and I knew what we were doing.

“Alright Lan you ready” I said. “Yep just be careful you know how he is” Lando said. We finally hit a straight. I went around the left and Lando went around the right side.

Max only saw the one strategy. So he was covering the right side. As I snuck through to take P1. And then Lando got by. Max was getting slower because of his old tires.

“That was a good operation Y/N” Lando said. “Stay behind me there’s DRS enough for you to pass me” I said. “Y/N..” Lando said. “Lando just go get your first win” I said. “You’d do that for me” Lando asked. “Yes of course Lando” I said. “But why” Lando said. “Because I love you” I said.

He then passed me and crossed the finish line. We got both of us up on the podium. We went around again and then parked the cars in our spots. “That was brilliant Y/N just brilliant” Zak said I took my helmet off. “Thank you” I said smiling.

“Y/N that was insane you guys over took Max beautifully” Oscar said. “See I do have good ideas” I said. “Everyone’s pissed at the Red Bull garage” Oscar said. “Good” I said. Lando came over. “First big win Lando congrats” Oscar said hugging him.

“This is so unreal” Lando said taking his helmet off. “You deserve it we are so proud of you” Zak said shaking his hand. “I’m on the podium” Lando said jumping around. He then went over and hugged his Dad. I smiled. Max ended up with fourth. Carlos got third.

“That was so good Y/N you are incredible” Carlos said hugging me. “Thank you Carlos” I said. “And very feisty that overtake my goodness” Carlos said. “You let him go ahead but why” Charles said. “Because..” I said looking at Lando. “Ah .. he’s the one writing the letters” Charles said.

“Well duh he’s been in love with her for years” Carlos said. “You knew” I said. “Yes I knew he was behind them I am his other best friend” Carlos said. “So now what” I said.

“Now you go get the guy” Charles said. I then walked over to Lando. “Lan” I said tapping his shoulder. “Ye..

He began to say I then kissed him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me.

“WOOO WOO FINALLY” the crowed cheered. “go Y/N that’s my girl” Kika yelled. “Finally” Carlos said. “I…” I said. “I love you” Lando said. “I love you” I said he smiled and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Double podium baby let’s go” Lando said spinning me around. “We did it” I said. “First F1 win for Y/N” Lando said the team cheered. “Can you put her down we need her” Zak said. Lando set me down. “Right your right” Lando said.

Later..

We all went out to celebrate our double podium. A lot of the team came and our friends too.

“Y/N let me just say that was some race” Lewis said. “I still can’t get over her letting him pass” Charles said. “Oh mate you wouldn’t have let me through” Carlos said looking at Charles.

“No not if I’m faster and she was” Charles said. “Did you not hear the radio message” Kika said. “No what was it” Charles said. “He asked why she wanted him to pass” Kika said. “And then she said because I love you” Kika said.

“Awww well that’s kinda sweet” Charles said. “But what about Carlando” Carlos said sadly. “You know I love you too Carlos” Lando said I laughed. “But he loves Y/N more” George said. “True” Lando said I smiled.

“I mean I’m pretty great” I said. “Yeah yeah.. you are the best” Lando said pulling me closer to him. “I have to document this I feel like a proud Dad” Daniel said taking a picture of me and Lando. “Dan send me those” I said.

“Of course I will” Daniel said setting his camera down. After the dinner we went back to the hotel. Lando and I walked to our rooms. Which we had alone. But something felt different.

“Umm…never mind” Lando said. He was about to go into his room. “Wait” I said he stopped. “What” Lando said. I then ran over and kissed him. “Can I stay” I said looking at him. “Yes I’d like that” he said smiling.

…….……

The next day

“Oh did I wake you I’m sorry” Lando said. “No une sunlight did” I said rolling over. “Oh my bad I must’ve hit that” Lando said shutting the blinds. “Mmmh that’s better” I said.

“If I’m being loud I can go out” Lando said I looked over at him and smiled. “What’s the smile for” Lando said. “Just admiring you” I said. “Ah checking me out” he said. “A bit” I said he laughed. “And” he said. “My best friends super hot” I said.

“You are too cute” Lando said. “I think I’m stealing your shirts more often it” I said. “Well you do look good” Lando said. “Then take a picture” I said jokingly. “Hmm” he said grabbing his camera. “Can I be the jpg account muse” I said. He sat on the bed and took my picture.

“You’ve always been my muse” he said. I hid my face. “That’s so cheesy” I said. “And I love you is that too cheesy” Lando said. “No it’s not” I said he kissed me. “Good cause I really really love you” Lando said. “I love you Mr. Norris” I said. He put his camera back on the table. He then turned the light off.

“Can you cuddle me”I said. “Mmmh” he said laying behind me getting back under the blankets. “Perfect now I’m gonna go back to sleep” I said as he wrapped his arms around me.

“Okay I love you” he whispered in my ear kissing my cheek. And that was the last thing I heard before falling back asleep.

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How the Slytherin boys would react to you being part of Dumbledore’s Army

Draco Malfoy

Draco stormed into the empty common room, his cold, stormy eyes ablaze with fury as he confronted you. His usually composed demeanor was replaced by raw anger and a bitter feeling of betrayal. He glared at you. “You," he spat, pointing an accusing finger in your direction. "I can't believe you're part of this... this mockery of loyalty!" You braced yourself, knowing this confrontation was long overdue. "Draco, please, you know why I did it.” You took a deep breath. “Calm down.” His eyes narrowed. “Calm down?” he scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "After everything we've been through, you choose to side with Potter, with the mudbloods? With them?!" You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words like a punch to the gut. "I’m trying to protect myself, Draco. You know that.” He shook his head, his platinum hair falling across his forehead in disarray. "Protect yourself? You call betraying me protecting yourself? You call risking everything we have protecting yourself?” He began to pace. “It's not about betrayal, Draco," you insisted, your voice tinged with desperation. "It's about making sure I get to stay alive, my family gets to live, that I can still be here to protect you.” But Draco wasn't listening, his anger boiling over as he paced back and forth, his hands clenched into white knuckles fists. "Protect me?! Why would I want you to protect me when you've turned your back on everything we've ever stood for?” His shoulders looked tight. Tension hung thick in the air. “It was my job to protect you. I was the one that was supposed to keep you safe. Not Potter, or Weasley, or Longbottom. Me.” His voice was laced with disgust. “Draco, please," you pleaded, reaching out a hand in a feeble attempt to bridge the gap between you. "I don't want to lose you over this." Draco recoiled as if your touch burned him, his expression hardening into a mask of icy resolve. "Lose me?" he scoffed. "There's nothing left to lose."

Mattheo Riddle

Mattheo’s warm gaze was now ablaze with hurt and anger as he approached you. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his veins popping in his arms as they swung with his steps. “I can't believe this," he growled, his voice trembling with emotion. "You, of all people, turning against me? Turning against us?" You felt a pang of guilt as you met his gaze, knowing that your actions had wounded him deeply. "Mattheo, please, let me explain..." But he cut you off, his voice sharp with hurt. "Explain? What is there to explain? You went behind my back, put yourself in danger, and refused to let me protect you. Seems I understand.” His words hung heavy. You stepped towards him, desperate to make your side apparent. "I had to do what I could to keep my brother safe, Mattheo. I couldn't just stand by and do nothing." He rolled his eyes. “So I’m incapable of keeping you safe?” he scoffed, his eyes flashing with anger. "Why put yourself in harm's way? Why shut me out?" Tears stung your eyes as you watched the pain etch itself into his features, knowing that you were the cause of it. "I didn't mean to shut you out, Mattheo. I just... I thought I was doing what was best. I needed to keep my brother safe. I can’t risk his life.” Mattheo shook his head, his expression cold. "Best for who? Certainly not for us." The weight of his words settled over you like a heavy blanket, suffocating you. You knew that the bond you shared with Mattheo had been fractured, splintered. “I never wanted to hurt you." You whispered, stepping towards him again. He stepped back. “Too late.” He muttered, his eyes filled with disappointment.

Theodore Nott

You were stood in the astronomy tower, gazing over the dark castle. You heard footsteps as Theodore made his presence known. His eyes, usually warm and welcoming, were now filled with betrayal as he faced you. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he muttered, his voice thick with emotion. "You, of all people, keeping secrets from me, choosing sides without even giving me a chance to understand." You felt your stomach flip as you met his gaze. “Theo. I didn’t know how.” He raised his eyebrows, his words cutting through the air like a knife. "You didn’t know how? Is it that difficult to be honest? I thought we trusted each other.” You gathered your courage and reached for his hands, desperate to make him understand why you did what you did. "I didn't mean to shut you out, Theodore. I just... I was scared. I did what I thought was right.” His eyes flashed with bitterness, a hint of envy flickering beneath the hurt. "What's right for you, you mean. To have the freedom to pick a side, to make choices while I'm left in the dark, forced to follow blindly." You winced as his words cut into you, the bitterness in his tone exposing his hurt and resentment. "I never wanted to leave you in the dark, Theodore. I was being selfish.” His face hardened. “Yeah, you were. It’s fine for you, no consequences for your choice. Must be nice.” Theodore's words settled around you. “Please, Theodore," you pleaded, touching his hand. "I never meant to hurt you this way. I was scared and did what I thought would keep me safe.” He shook his head and turned his back on you. “I would have kept you safe, you know that.” He walked away, footsteps fading.

Blaise Zabini

In a quiet corner of the castle, you were leaving the Room of Requirement after a meeting. Blaise stumbled upon you, he raised his eyebrows. His dark eyes were clouded with disbelief as he faced you. “You?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're... a part of this?" You swallowed hard, sensing the hurt and betrayal emanating from him. "Yes. Blaise, please, let me explain..." He shook his head. “I don’t understand…” You took a sharp inhale. "I didn't mean to keep secrets from you, Blaise. I wanted to be able to protect myself.” His eyes scanned your face. “I could have helped you with that. Anything.” He looked down in anguish. “Did you have that little faith in me?” His forehead creased as he looked at you. It broke your heart, seeing him question himself in such a way. “No, Blaise. I trust you implicitly. You know that! I didn’t want to have to depend on you to keep me alive.” You explained, clasping your hands together. “I would have done anything to keep you safe, to have you with me. I suppose it means nothing?” He said, looking you up and down, his warmth hidden by a cloud of disgust. “Have fun with Potter. I’ll be fine without you.” He said quietly, his voice laced with venom. You grabbed his hand, desperate to make him listen. He shook your hand off him, a cold stillness in his face as he walked away. “I want nothing to do with you, and I’m sure your mother will have the same attitude when she finds out.”

Lorenzo Berkshire

As you exited the hidden meeting room, adrenaline still coursing through your veins from the training, you came face to face with Lorenzo, his face twisted in a mixture of shock and anger. “What are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice dripping with disdain as he eyed you with suspicion. You faltered, caught off guard by his sudden appearance and accusatory tone. "Enzo, I can explain..." He cut you off, his expression hardening with betrayal. "Explain? There's nothing to explain. I trusted you, and this is how you repay me? By joining Dumbledore's Army behind my back?" You felt the guilt run down your spine. “It’s not what you think, Enzo. Please.” His eyes blazed with fury as he shook his head. "Not what I think? You're consorting with traitors, going against everything we believe in. You've betrayed me, betrayed us all." Sometimes you could really tell he had the Lestrange loyalty in him. “I didn't mean to betray you, Lorenzo. I just... I thought I was doing what was right." His laughter was bitter, filled with scorn. "Right? You thought you were doing what was right. Fighting against our own kind, against our families? How is that right? Your father would be turning in his grave if he knew how much of a disappointment you have become.” You winced at the harshness of the accusation in his tone, feeling his words slice into you. “I-“ You started. Enzo shook his head and looked you up and down with disgust before turning and walking away with haste. “I don't want to hear your excuses. You'll get what you deserve."

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i’m not a violent dog → coral

coral!tbosas x reader

notes → in which you get to understand coral a little better. feminine intended reader.

warnings → descriptions of brandy’s dead body, other typical thg warnings. also me giving characters angst alert!!! not edited & uploaded via iphone (i didn’t know how to end this lol) AND ME NOT REMEMBERING HOW THE BOOK WENT LMAO

you barely managed to choke back a scream as brandy’s body dangled in front of you. heavensbee hall went silent, as the crane hauling her limp form, which was ridden with gunshots, paraded through the street. below brandy, the tributes could be vaguely made out, chained up. you couldn’t help but scan over them quickly, trying desperately to account for coral. spotting her, you sighed, though not of relief. perhaps it was shame that this is what your home had come to, exploiting the youth of it’s country. maybe it was even sympathy for coral, but seeing her in the state she was in brought anything but relief. coral was slouched over, making herself as small as possible, a stark contrast to the brave face she had put on at the zoo, when you had first met her. swallowing the vomit that threatened to rise, you decided to give her a visit later that night.

when the time came, you vowed to immediately make your way to the zoo, declaring that determining her safety was more important at the moment. and as soon as class ended, you were off. peacekeepers formed a wall in front of the entrance, forcing you to buy your way in. after arguing with the peacekeeper, who finally gave in when you had offered him payment, you were allowed visitation, but only under supervision and for a limited amount of time. you tried to be polite with the gruff older man, making small talk with him as he guided you to the monkey cage, but once you saw coral you were out of his sight.

“coral!” you cried. once she had noticed you she made her way to the front of the enclosure rather slowly. they still had the tributes chained up. “please tell me you’re not hurt.”

“not. but i can’t take much more of this.” she admitted. her gaze was fixed to the floor, and the refusal to look you in the eyes broke your heart.

“i.. i know. i’m trying my best to help but dr. gaul won’t give me the time of day.” you explained, eying her with worry. “i can’t believe they’ve chained you up like this, it’s inhumane.” while that was true, compared to the rest of the list of things the capitol was enforcing, this hardly scratched the surface.

“i wish they’d just kill me already.” coral muttered, voice gravelly.

“please, coral, don’t say that. you can win, i know you can.” you pleaded. her eyes bore resentment at your words.

“why do you believe that, huh?” she gripped the bars that separated the two of you forcefully, “because i’m big and scary? do i intimidate you?” her voice rose and her tone grew angry. the chains holding her hands together rattled as she moved. seeing as you almost flinched, she scoffed, slouching once more. “i don’t want to be the way i am, y’know,” coral mumbled, her lip quivering. “i’m.. i’m not violent. i don’t know why i fight. we’re all animals to them, that’s all we’ll ever be.” her words brought tears to your eyes.

the dehumanizing of the districts had gone on for far too long. there had been countless encounters with your classmates where the district people were referred to as “animals,” and the thought truly disgusted you. but up until this point you had merely been a pawn. despite the countless opportunities you were given to speak up to your classmates, you remained silent. even worse, you had ignorantly laughed along with them in the past. but what better way to wash away your guilt than play the savior in someone else’s story? even if the ulterior motive went unbeknownst to you, the privilege you had couldn’t be ignored by yourself. you could make a difference if you tried, if only you knew how. the best you could do for now was try to get your tribute out of the games alive.

“you’re not an animal, coral. you’re a girl. a strong one, and a really, really brave one. coral, please.” you begged her, you didn’t quite know what for, though. “the fight you have in you is nothing to be ashamed of, it’s how you survived. i’m sorry, coral. i’m so so sorry.” you broke down, allowing the tears to spill from your eyes. “i wish i could do more to help you. this is so… messed up,” you sobbed.

“back home, they tell us not to cry. there’s too much work to be done for tears. me and my siblings start work before dawn, and we work till night. if only they could see me now,” she laughed humorously. “and the things they’d say about you, gosh… you wouldn’t last a day there, princess. i can’t imagine you being able to haul crates of fish. let alone be able to catch one.” you pressed your forehead against the bars and let her words hang in the air. after a minute or so, her head rest against the bars as well, nearly touching yours. silence rang in the air as the two of you sat, contently.

“alright, girly, time’s up. you’re way too close anyway.” the peacekeeper approached you after a while, grabbing your arm and sweeping you away before you could object.

“coral!” she glanced up at you. “i’ll see you tomorrow.” coral took that as reason to get ahold of herself, suppress her vulnerability and impress the cameras tomorrow. besides, the cameras weren’t the only thing she wanted to impress. maybe, just maybe, if coral won the games she could have you too.

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bellarkeselection · 11 months

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You Make Everything Better

Wattpad request Rebelmicheleamidala - Rip and the girl reader spend the evening at home on the couch just enjoying the night together cuddling

Kicking off my boots at the front door I sighed feeling completely tired from the long day with Kayce in the livestock commissioners office. I told him I would help him out since my father was the sheriff and I was a close friend to his family. Walking into the living room of our cabin I saw my husband Rip sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand. “Hey darling, how was work?”

“Exhausting…” I grumbled dropping my shoulders stumbling over to him like I was slightly drunk even though I wasn’t. Flopping down beside him on the couch I covered my face with my hands. “I honestly might call in tomorrow even though Kayce will not like it.”

Rip moved his head so he was staring down at me with his fingers beginning to run through my hair. “I’m sorry Y/n. Is there anything I can do?”

Burying my face against his shirt I sighed in relief. “I just want to cuddle…because everything on my body hurts and I’m too tired.”

Rip and I had started dating when I took an internship in my father’s police department. I came by the ranch one day to check out what exactly happened on the family’s home. Somehow Rip and I just clicked with one another and became a romantic couple. “That I can help you with…” He mumbles kissing the crown of my head wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Do you remember the first time we went and spent the weekend at the summer camp and I came screaming about a snake in my tent.” I chuckled breaking the silence with us watching the fire burning in front of us.

“I thought you we’re gonna crawl up my back and never come down.” He added on sitting his beer on the table on the side of the couch.

Turning my head around to him I still couldn’t believe he wouldn’t take me seriously about it. “Rip, it was a huge snake. And I’m sorry that I trusted that you wouldn’t make fun of me about it two years later.”

“It wasn’t that big of a snake. And I ain’t judging you. I just think you crawling on my back like a monkey was a bit much.” He held his hands up in surrender.

Rolling my eyes at him I avoided his gaze. “Fine maybe. But I can’t help that I’m afraid of snakes and you’re this tough cowboy.”

“Hey now. You are the strongest person I know. You can get on a horse that needs broken In when the rest of us are too scared to even go near one. You also don’t mind pushing through those bad days in the office instead of just coming home crying. You find a solution to something. Plus name one other person on this ranch that isn’t afraid to face off against Beth Dutton when she’s ready to fight someone.” Rip explained turning my chin with his thumb until I was looking him directly in the eye.

Shrugging my shoulders I smiled weakly at him figuring he was right. “Yeah I guess so. Plus Beth can be a handful sometimes. But thanks for making me feel better about the whole scars of snakes thing. You’re a good boyfriend.”

Rip leans forward kissing my forehead before he goes to stand up offering me his hand in the process. Putting my hand in his I yawned lightly while he led me into our bedroom of the cabin John had given us. “Anything for you, honey. You make things better for when I’ve had a long day so I’ll always do the same for you.”

“Same here. You always make my day cowboy.” He crawled underneath the covers removing his hat and boots with me removing my cowgirl hat too hanging it on the door hook. “Good night, Rip.”

He wrapped his arms around my waist falling asleep immediately. “Night Y/n.” Laying my head on his chest I finally let the stress of the work week go away and just enjoy the evening at home with my boyfriend. Because he always seemed to know how to help me.

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idontblushsrry · 1 year

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Request Headcanon

nuttymouthful asked: Uhh may I make a request for Ouran High School Host club? Just a headcanon for how the host would react to meeting someone how is a big time animal lover. (Like they pretty much live there life like the Irwin family)

A/N: I was thinking about how I’d write this and my brain just went ‘they lost their shit at the sight of instant coffee’, so uhh I hope this is to your liking. I tried to get as much animal variety as I could even though I didn’t really touch on marine animals that much)

Warnings: Like 2 swear words (pinky promise), slight drug mention(literally so small you might not even notice it), spoilers (minor) for Tamaki’s mom

Word Count: 1292

General

So this is under the assumption that like the Irwin family, Reader (or their family) has access to a wide variety of animals (from domestic to wild)

All of them respect the passion you have for animals

While they all might have various feelings on animals (see below), they can’t deny that you truly do love animals

Your family’s sanctuary focuses on healing injured animals and rehabilitating them so they can go back into the wild

Of course, your family has many sanctuaries around the world and some focus more on conservation while others focus on research

The one closest to the school focuses mainly on conservation and as such, is massive and functions like a zoo ( in terms of having people come in and see the animals)

Anyways, the host club is very supportive and often helps you with organizing donation events

Oftentimes, your family will collaborate with them and allow them to rent out parts of the conservation center for events

Aside from the conservation center though, your family owns a few ranches and farms (not for commercial profit, although yall have sold a few animals)

The farms and ranches are relatively small scale but they make great venues for the host club and a great place for getaways/vacations

Your main house is where you keep most of your favorite animals

You have an aviary attached to your room (connected through a hallway that connects to your room) as well as a butterfly garden in the backyard

You also have an aquarium tank, 2 dogs, 1 cat, 1 snake, and a hamster that visits on weekends

You had to be stopped at some point

Tamaki

Tamaki loves animals

He was never really around animals growing up because of how sensitive his mom’s immune system is

So when he sees that you’re an animal person, he’s super excited

Like this man is already planning playdates between Antoinette and your pets/animals

You love his enthusiasm, just one small problem

It’s a little too much enthusiasm

Yes the animals are well trained, but how would you react if a 6′0 giant with long arms came barreling towards you screaming showing its teeth?

So yeah, Tamaki tends to set the animals off/ make them nervous

Because of that he’s only allowed around certain animals (ex. certain monkeys, certain birds, etc.)

He’s happy that he’s allowed around some animals but he still pouts every time there’s an animal he can’t be around

Kyoya

This man

Kyoya does not fuck with animals. Like at all

The first time the host club went to your house, you were holding a hamster and Kyoya moved back about 10 feet

When you asked him what was wrong, he just said “Rats are carriers of many of the most deadly diseases”

You told him that you were holding a hamster and that while hamsters were rodents, the worst he’d get sick with would be salmonella

He doesn’t believe you, but yeah sure whatever

For Kyoya it just gets worse after that

The first time he sees you holding a tarantula, he loses his shit

“Look how cute it is Kyoya!”

“Get that vermin away from me!”

I could go on and on about how much Kyoya doesn’t like animals (even domestic ones like cats and dogs)

He hates going to your house, but he often has to go there in order to set up events for the host club, what a nightmare

While he doesn’t care for animals, the business side of his brain can’t help but think of a marketing opportunity

Mori

Is one of two hosts that are going to be chill about it

He doesn’t feel one way or the other about animals and thinks it’s cool that you’re interested in them

Only thing is; if Honey’s afraid of your animals, he will have to ask you to leave he won’t hesitate to step in “harm’s” way

Surprisingly though, that actually makes him the chillest with your animals

Much to your surprise (and Tamaki’s sorrow), the animals love him

He just has this calming vibe that sets the animals at ease

It also helps that he smells nice and is super tall

For most of them it’s like sitting on a giant tree

He’s not really complaining though, it makes his job of protecting Honey that much easier

Honey

Oh boy

He might actually be the worst with animals

It’s not even an issue of being unable to defend against aggressive animals (Honey could probably solo a grizzly bear)

It’s just he has a very strict “cute” animal policy that changes wildly depending on his mood, the temperature, the angle of the wind, the humidity, etc.

He’s very bougie when it comes to what animals he will tolerate and what animals he will refuse to see

The general safe choices are rabbits (especially bunnies), kittens, cows, tits (the bird species), and baby animals of almost every domestic mammal species)

Him and the hamster you see on weekends are best friends

Also, you have had issues with him trying to feed the animals sweets

Explaining to Honey why rabbits can’t have carrot cake was not an easy conversation, nor was it one you thought you’d need to have

Because of how specific he is about what animals he finds cute, you likened him to a crocodile (because of how sensitive they are to temp. changes in egg)

Needless to say...he was not pleased

Hikaru

So him and Kaoru don’t really care for animals but they try to relate to you in somewhat similar but different ways

Hikaru is always trying to get you to do/recreate stunts with the animals

“Hey Y/N, we should-”

“No Hikaru”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say”

“No you cannot use the dolphins for hoop tricks, no you cannot teach the gorillas how to roll blunts, no you cannot “bribe” the koalas with eucalyptus...”

Yeah he’s a menace

It’s mostly all in good fun though

Hikaru doesn’t really care for animals but he does find it hilarious that the animals like him more than Tamaki

Also, completely random but Hikaru definitely send you those “horse-sized duck vs duck sized horses” memes

Kaoru

Kaoru also tries to use animals on the internet to relate to you, but he’s a lot tamer than Kaoru

Kaoru is kind of like the parent who learns one thing you like and is like “that’s your entire personality right?”

Poor bby is trying his best

Anyways, whereas Hikaru tries to recreate memes, Kaoru sends you them

They range in quality and format; from top text, bottom text to “is this a ____”

At least once a day, Kaoru will send you a meme or picture of an animal with a caption that says ‘this reminded me of u :)’

It’s so endearing that you can’t even be mad about it

Haruhi

Is the only other one who’s kind of cool about the whole thing

She’s really only been around animals in the park or the occasional pet store

Growing up, she didn’t really have the time (or money) to go to the zoo, that and the fact that Ranka doesn’t care at all for animals (she thinks they’re weird and gross)

When Tamaki hears this, he works himself up into a frenzy, torn that his “daughter” has never been to a zoo (even tho he hasn’t either)

But she likes the fact that you’re so passionate about animals

At heart, she’s a scholar, so she loves learning new things she didn’t know before, she could spend all day just listening to you talk about animals

Not to mention the fact that you’re basically giving her a free informational tour every time you see an animal

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so-long-soldier-writes · 4 months

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Flying Monkeys

kai parker x reader | requested by @chocolatepalacecloudhoagie

summary: kai mentions in passing that he can fly a plane. you challenge him to prove it.

tags: based on s06e08: Fade Into You, small drug references, flying / aircrafts, kai being confused by someone caring about him, developing friendships, implied possible future friends to lovers

word count: 2.5k

a/n: i wrote half of this when you sent that ask and totally forgot about it until this afternoon. i have so many requests i need to finish, it's so bad 💀 but i hope this is what you were looking for!!

“I don’t believe you.”

“It’s true!”

“There’s no freaking way; you’re totally bluffing.”

“I am not! Hey, if you need proof, ask Bonnie.”

You glance over at Bonnie, who’s sitting on the opposite side of the restaurant. She dines with one of her best friends, the both of them desperately needing a drink, they had announced. You originally went with them, but upon spotting Kai at the bar, abandoned their company to talk to the young witch. Damon begged you not to; he wanted you nowhere near him, yet you can’t help your interest in the boy.

“Why would she know?” You ask instead.

“‘Cause I flew her from Mystic Falls back to Portland.”

“Willingly?”

“No, I had drugged her.”

“Kai!”

“She didn’t give me much of a choice! I had to get out of that stupid prison world, and she wasn’t going to let me out unless I manipulated my own way out. Unfortunately, I needed to use her to escape.”

A sigh leaves your lips. As much as you want to hate him for torturing her, you can’t blame his desperate need to get out of that hell. You hadn’t been in the prison world, but by the way the pair describe it, it’s a terrible place to be. To be stuck there for eighteen years, and then denied your only chance at freedom? Not to mention, Kai’s a sociopath who struggles with the way he’s supposed to feel about other people, and he’s insanely lacking in his social skills. What he did isn’t okay - not by a long-shot - though you can understand what drove him to do it.

“Are you mad at me?” He asks, taking a sip of his drink.

You cock your head, surprised by the question. “No, I just…”

“Hurting her was never my plan, I just needed to get out.”

Maybe it’s the alcohol talking. Maybe it's the effects of the merge.

Regardless of which, you take it as a sign that Kai’s warming up to you. In that moment, you decide not to crush his tiny seed of trust.

“...can’t believe you flew a plane,” you finish, changing the topic.

Kai smiles. “But I did! It wasn’t a big one, it was a Cessna. One pilot - obviously, since I was the only one flying anything - and not meant for super long distances. Stopped for gas midway.” Then he mutters, “gave her a little more gas, too, so she’d sleep through it.” You ignore that part. “But I can promise you, I know how to fly.”

“You’ll have to prove it to me.”

“Yeah, I doubt anyone’s going to let that happen. I definitely don’t have a legal flying license.”

“We’ll convince Damon to compel someone to let you.”

“Something tells me he won’t support that.”

“All I’m hearing are excuses to keep you out of a cockpit.”

Your challenging tone has him straightening his posture. “You really don’t believe me?”

“Not one bit.”

“Fine. Then I will prove it to you.”

~~~~~

A week later, you’ve successfully convinced Damon to one, let Kai fly a plane short distance from one small airport to another; two, let you ride with him, and three; compel a pilot to let him borrow a plane, as well as compel everyone who would typically be involved to pay no attention to the unattended aircraft that will inhabit two runways and the open sky for roughly thirty minutes total.

Bonnie, to say the least, is not happy about this plan. When you and Kai first approached their table in the grill to discuss it, she was pissed. Now, as Damon drives the three of you to the airport, she’s still lecturing you on the dangers of not only flying with an unlicensed flier, but for said flier to be Kai Parker, of all people.

But to her dismay and Kai’s surprise, you shrug her off, promising you’ll be fine.

“Okay,” Damon says, parking his car. “I’ve secured thirty minutes for you two dumbasses to do this. The flight distance is twenty miles, so your actual time in the sky should only be-”

“-about ten minutes,” Kai interrupts, “I know. I know what I’m doing.”

Damon ignores him and continues, “giving you ten minutes to start up, ten to fly, ten to land. I did some research of my own when you proposed this completely diabolical plan to me.”

“It’s not-”

“Do it quickly,” he ignores again, “and keep her safe.”

“Maybe compel him for that part,” Bonnie says.

“Smart.” Damon puts a hand on Kai’s shoulder.

Kai shrugs him off. “You don’t need to compel me. I’ll keep her safe, I promise.”

Damon looks over to you.

“I trust him,” you affirm.

The man stares at you like you’ve grown a second head.

“I’ll be okay,” you tell him, trying to ease his nerves. It doesn’t appear to work, but you don’t try again. “Kai?”

“Hm?”

“Ready?”

“Yep. See you guys in thirty.”

The plane is sitting in the middle of the runway, left alone with the keys, after Damon had compelled its owner away on a “super serious mission,” in which, if the man didn’t run inside and make Bonnie a coffee with specifically one and a half packs of sugar and a dash of peppermint mocha creamer, his new boss would fire him on the spot. Then, by the time he comes back and you and Kai are already in the sky, he’ll compel him to not freak out, but go to the neighboring airport for his plane, because it had been taken over by flying monkeys.

Damon recites the second part of his plan as the pair of you climb into the plane. Bonnie rolls her eyes at him. None of you comment.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s having fun,” Kai says once out of earshot.

“Oh, he definitely is.”

Down below, Bonnie finally mutters, “I don’t even like peppermint mocha.”

“Well then I guess he’ll get fired.”

The girl rolls her eyes again. “Do you think she’ll be okay?”

“Y/N? With him? Hell no.” He sighs. “The minute our poor, actual, pilot comes back, we’re getting to that airport quickly.”

“Alright,” Kai sits down in the cockpit. You go to the seat beside him. “Put your seatbelt on.”

You fight the urge to giggle as he practically commands you to be safe. It’s so un-Kai-like. Then again, he is taking you five thousand feet into the air.

“Okay,” he starts pointing to all the little instruments, “this is the speed, this is the altitude, this is the height above sea level, this is the rate of turn, this is the compass, and this is the vertical speed.”

“How high above sea level are we right now?”

“Five hundred and ninety-four feet.”

“Ah.”

“These controls have a lot of explanation, and I better start so Damon doesn’t yell at me, but I can talk about them another time. Briefly, pedals down here, steering wheel - or yoke, in fancy people terms - here, throttle, and what controls the wings.” He points to the right of all that. “Communication stuff that I don’t use, to talk to other pilots, confirm take-off and landing and weather conditions and all that. Navigational systems.” He points to the left for those. “Ready?”

“Mhm.”

“Are you scared?”

“No.” Just a little.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” Hopefully that’s the right choice.

“Okay. Up we go.”

The boy quiets as he starts up the plane. You can’t help but admire his concentration.

Kai manages the controls carefully, and before you know it, you’re lifting off the ground. Your hand flies to the side door, gripping the handle bar subconsciously.

“You okay?” He peeks over at you. He could practically feel you tense up, although he expected you would.

“Mhm,” you nod.

He’s not entirely convinced, but there’s nothing he can do about it now. He continues gaining altitude, and before you know it, you’re completely in the sky.

“You still good?”

“Yeah.”

“Need any sleeping pills?”

“Kai!”

“I’m just joking!”

You look over and playfully roll your eyes at his teasing, dimpled face. He’s glad he’s cute, otherwise there’s no way you would’ve actually gone through with this idea. Thinking about it now, it’s totally crazy - letting a boy you barely know fly you into the sky when he doesn’t even have a license. But for some reason, you trust him, and as he effortlessly controls the plane as it travels through the blue beyond, you’re confident about placing your trust in him.

Although… your friends down below are probably losing their shit…

“How high are we?” You ask, distracting yourself from that thought. No reason to worry about it now.

“You sure you want to know?” He laughs.

“Hit me.”

“Oh, alright,” he checks the meter, “about eight thousand feet up.”

When your eyes go wide, he chuckles. “Scared?”

“I trust you,” you assure both him and yourself.

That answer seems to relax him. A gentleness settles in his eyes, brightening the usual gray to a color more like that which surrounds you. Your grip on the door handle eases up, and you ride in silence for a while, appreciating the journey.

After a couple of minutes, he announces, “coming up on the airport.”

“Already?”

“It was only about a ten minute flight.”

“Damn.”

“Do you think we’ll see our unhappy co-conspirators on the ground?”

You snort, then immediately cover your mouth. Kai only smiles. “Definitely. Shaking their heads and rolling their eyes.”

“Surprised I didn’t crash the damn thing.”

“Or kidnap me.” He starts to laugh, but then pauses, unsure if you’re joking. But then you start to laugh at your own joke and he takes it as a sign that he can laugh along with you. “Guess this means I believe you… you really can fly a plane.”

“Don’t praise me yet, we haven’t landed.”

“What?!”

“Easy, I’m kidding. Landing will be just as smooth as take off was. I’ve gotcha.”

And it is. He skillfully lands the plane with minimal roughness, and maintains a good distance away from the distraught-looking pair. When he turns off the engine, he throws you the keys and a wink.

You barely catch them, then let out a laugh. “I’ll admit, I’m impressed.”

“Why thank you, Y/N.”

“So how did you learn, really?” “Books, manuals, and lots of trial and error.”

“How bad of an error?”

“Died once or twice… or more… but I couldn’t actually die in the prison world, so I’d just crop back up and try again.”

“Ouch.”

He shrugs. “But that’s all over now.”

“You have to be more careful to avoid situations that could get you hurt now.” He narrows his eyes at you, making you confused by his reaction. “No more trial and error anything. If you’re not in the prison world, you’re susceptible to getting hurt, or worse, and I’m not letting that happen on my watch.”

“I’m on your watch now?”

“Well… yeah.” You shrug, “I mean, in terms of reckless behavior, yeah. You’re my friend, and I want you to be able to live now that you’re not stuck in that Groundhog Day world, but in order to do that, you have to be safe and avoid situations where you could get hurt.”

“You consider me a friend?”

“Is that okay?”

“Yes,” he answers quickly, “I’ve just… never had a friend before.”

“Well you do now. And your friend is super impressed by your flying skills, but wants you to stay safe, too, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good.”

“But you weren’t scared, right? This wasn’t brought on because you thought I was gonna crash, was it?”

“‘Course not, I had full faith in you the entire time. I only got worried when you said you died trying to learn.”

“Oh.”

“So no more of that, right? You can impress me with all the skills you already know, but no more near-death experiences. Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Thank you. I-” Your next words are cut off by your own scream as someone knocks on the plane door. Looking down, you see Damon reaching up.

“Get on out of there, you lovebirds. We have to return this plane to its actual pilot.”

“Ugh.” You both roll your eyes, but listen to the man. Kai comes around to your side as soon as he’s out. He puts a stabilizing hand on your shoulders, which comes in handy when you stumble with your first step.

“You okay?” Both men ask at once.

“Good. I always trip when I leave airplanes, too.”

A few feet away stands an annoyed looking Bonnie. “Glad to see you’re still alive.”

“Glad to see you, too, Bon. Alive and well.”

“You could’ve-”

Her retort is interrupted by the pilot running over for his keys. “Those flying monkeys! Have they returned my plane?!”

Damon tosses the keys to him. “Yep, good as new! Not a scratch!”

“Oh, thank god! Thank god. I was afraid I’d never see it again. If you find those monkeys, can you tell them I’m really upset, and that they need to go away?!”

“Of course I will. You have a good day.” The pilot runs away and Damon turns towards you and Kai. “You heard the man, time to go.” He shuffles you into the car, stuffing you both in the backseat again, Bonnie in the front, and starts the drive back to town.

The forty minute drive is quiet, everyone too afraid to get on Bonnie’s nerves, but you and Kai text in the back.

y/n: thank you again for the flight. i enjoyed it very much!

kai: i’m glad you let me show you my skills :)

kai: but i’ll keep your promise, no more dying

y/n: good

kai: thanks for the friendship. i’m glad to have you

y/n: me too

y/n: i knew i was gonna like you the minute damon complained about you

y/n: after he got out of the pw

kai: what did he say??

y/n: that you were talkative and annoying and seemed like just the type of person i would befriend

y/n: appears he was right

y/n: except for the annoying part

kai: huh. the talking doesn’t annoy you?

y/n: no i like hearing you talk, plus i know you were isolated for a long time, and i would like to be a person you’re comfortable talking to

kai: wait, really?

“Why are you smiling?” Damon’s voice cuts through the silence. He eyes Kai through the back mirror.

“Me?”

“Yes, you.”

“Ummm…”

“Because I told him what you said when you got out of the prison world about me befriending him. Seems you were right.”

“I said that as a joke.”

“Yet you hit it right on the nose.”

Damon huffs. “Well I also said he was annoying, and that’s true, too.”

“Maybe, but it just so happens that I like his,” you use quotation marks with your fingers, “‘annoying’ qualities, just as much as I like the rest of him, too.”

“It’s your headache, Y/N.”

You only shrug.

y/n: yes, i do like hearing you talk, and i do like even the ‘annoying’ parts about you

y/n: they’re kind of endearing, actually

Kai tries to ignore the weird fluttering-like symptom in his stomach and nervously replies,

kai: thank you

kai: i like you too

#malachai parker x reader #kai parker x reader #tvd fanfiction #kai parker fluff #based on tvd 6x8

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Monkey Man (Dir. Dev Patel)

I want to say ‘I’m speechless’, but that’s such a lie, I have so much to say.

This is truly one of the best films I have seen in a long time. It hit so many notes, so perfectly. It was captivating the entire way through, it had subtle nods (I believe) to Shantaram and John Wick. The film pulled forward very real challenges that exist in India, and held up a mirror to the savage disparity between the ruling class criminals in India and the every day man, to the corruption, sex trafficking, poverty, violence against minorities and politicians who are running the country into the ground. It went somewhere that Indian cinema doesn’t have the balls to go and it did it masterfully.

Ugh, this film was just so fucking good. And that’s to say nothing yet of the acting, which was absolutely phenomenal.

Dev Patel had murder in his eyes in the best way, and I’ve never genuinely rooted for such graphic murder in a film before, but his acting/directing/writing had me holding my breath for his character to destroy his enemies.

My absolute favourite scene though, was far more tame - with the Zakir Hussain. I still can’t quite believe it happened, it was the perfect addition to an already wonderful film.

I went into this movie blind - I did not see a second of a trailer or read a single thing online, and I’m so glad, because my jaw was on the floor from how impressed I was.

Dev Patel is a talent and I’m now going to spend the next month or so going back through all of his work. I know there’s more to come from this brilliant, brilliant mind, but in the years to come people will point to this film as a career standout for him. What better way to make a directorial debut.

It was captivating the entire way through, and just so fucking good.

Please go watch it if you can.

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I Saw You In a Dream Once, Maybe|| Pt. 4

You take a sip from your coffee, waiting patiently for your noodles. The restaurant was quiet, the only sound was from the kitchen, as Pigsy cooks today’s orders.

“Can’t believe that kid is late.” Pigsy says placing a bowl in front of you.

“You know how young people are.” You state getting your chopstick. “He probably overslept, it'll be fine.”

A hum came out of your throat. You could never get tired of Pigsy’s food. Each bite is filled with complimentary flavors and spice. It was heavenly.

“Still can't believe [Name] gets theirs for free. I have been here longer.” Tang whines. He cries as he slurps the noodles.

“Maybe if you had paid for at least one bowl through your many years here then maybe I would think about it.”

Tang gasps, taking offense at the pig demon’s words.

‘Looks like they’re having another lovers’ quarrel.’

The two went off at each other, yet their body language and tone made it look playful. The “argument” very quickly derails to simple teasing.

You take a bite from the noodles ignoring their display, feeling like a third wheel. Finally remembering why you stopped coming to restaurants and just ordered online.

It was adorable but someone could only handle being the third wheel for so long. Especially, when your loneliness is kind of crushing you, to begin with, and this isn't helping. However, it was nice seeing those two all lovey-dovey. Making you hope that someday you'll find something similar to it.

“Geez, you two, get a room already, I'm eating here.” You said breaking the tension. Slurping a long noodle.

Pigsy's cheeks turned red, while Tang smirks.

“Jealous much? Don't worry [Name], you'll find someone.” Tang states with pride.

“I'm like in my thirties, pretty sure I'm a little too old for romance.”

You felt yourself shrink after that sentence left your mouth.

“Oh please kid, you're never too old for romance. You just haven't met the one and being single isn't too bad. Nothing wrong with it.” Pigsy wipes the counter where Tang and you sat.

“Yeah, there's no need to rush it.” Tang adds.

You shrug not knowing what to say. The last thing you want is to worry them.

“If somebody ever manages to like this old person, then I'll buy Tang noodles for the rest of the year.” You slurp down the noodles.

Tang gasps, showing his excitement.

“You're not that old, kid. Still very young compared to Tang and I. Anyways you-”

“I told you, I'm fine! You don't have to do this.”

A familiar voice rang, catching everyone's attention. You stare at the entrance with wide eyes at the scene. Inhaling sharply, you choke. Coughing out the food that was in your mouth.

“Don't worry about it kid. I don't mind, anyway I told you to take it easy for a reason.” The familiar voice said.

Tang pats your back, not knowing how to help.

Mk walks in with the Monkey King supporting him. You felt your face turn red, from the shock and lack of air entering your lungs. You were heaving trying to calm your breathing.

“Is- that person alright?” The Monkey King nervously asks, pointing at you.

“They’re fine, just choked on some noodles.” Tang says, never stopping his pats.

“Mk, where have you been?” Pigsy yells worryingly. Immediately replacing Monkey King as his support.

“Hehe, I kind of overdid it during training and Monkey King didn't want to send me off in my condition. So I stayed over at his temple.” Mk scratches the back of his head nervously.

“Overdid it? You fell off a cliff.” Monkey king states seriously.

“He- WHAT?!” Pigsy yells again.

“It wasn't too bad, it was a short fall.”

You glance at the three. Well to be specific, you were staring at the mystic monkey you've been dreaming of for the past month. Something within you wanted to reach out and talk to him. You didn't know what to do as you watched Pigsy place Mk in a booth for him to rest.

“Oh, I know that look-” Tang said quietly. Which got you slapping your hand over his mouth, glaring at the man. Not wanting to hear his next words.

“Not another word.” You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, bringing him close to your face. He looked at you nervously, letting out a small whine. “You're going to pretend that you didn't see anything.”

He nods understanding your words.

“Uhhh, this place gets weird by the second.” Monkey King says a little loudly while staring in your direction.

You let go of the shaking man. Your face felt warm from embarrassment.

“Wait, hold up a second.”

Monkey King stares at you, placing a hand under his chin. As if he was lost in thought. He closes his eyes for a second. While all you could do is hope that this wasn't happening. He opens his eyes again and glances at you.

“Have we met before?”

You were silent, stuck with three options.

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Get Some Rest

Cross-posted on AO3 here: Get Some Rest

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“Skizz! Psst! Skizzleman…”

“I think we have to be louder, Grian. Try getting closer.”

“If I got any closer I’d be on top of him. Skizz! Come on, wake up old man.”

Skizz didn’t want to wake up. He was just so nice and cozy and warm in his bed. Even Kevin Bubbles Malone Refrigerator Jimmy Mad-Eye Dugon complained from his spot on top of the covers. The poor pup whimpered in annoyance as he covered his ears with his paws. Skizz wished he could do the same. Instead, he settled for pulling the pillow over his head as he rolled over. “I don’t want ta-” he managed to mumble.

“Well, you gotta,” Grian said with a huff. “If me and Scar can’t sleep, then neither can you.”

“Meh.”

“Well if that ain’t the comeback of the century.”

“Don’t just stand there doing nothing, Scar. Help me.”

The wonderful warmth of his blanket vanished as someone pulled it away. The cool air came as a shock to his half-asleep system, but he kept his eyes screwed shut even as he reached after it. The two tricksters were too fast, though. The blanket was flung off his bed before he had a chance to snatch it back. Defeated, he could only grumble into his pillow and wish for them to disappear. “Let me sleep. Go bother Impulse instead.”

“We tried-” Scar started, only to have Grian cut him off.

“Impulse said he’d throw a crucifix at us if we didn’t leave him alone.”

“And you’re the only other one of the Dads left,” Scar added. “I still can’t believe Impulse, though. He’s always so nice and polite, and here he went and threatened us. It’s so unlike him.”

It was unlike his buddy to go and do that, but then again sleep deprivation made people act out in some wild ways. He might be tempted to do the same if he had a crucifix in arm’s reach. Not that he’d ever actually go through with it. Well, maybe… No, he’s just joshing with himself. Alas, all he had was an alarm clock, and that was plugged into the wall. Not a good choice for a projectile. Speaking of which…

Skizz dared to crack one eye open to get a look at the clock. The number 3:16 glowed bright green back at him in the dark. There were two things very wrong with this picture, and he was stashing away the fact that Scar and Grian had slipped into his house uninvited without so much as turning on a light as the one to address later.

“Dudes, do you realize how late it is?”

“It’s dark,” Scar provided unhelpfully.

“And it’s late,” Grian said with a smile. He threw open the blinds to Skizz’s bedroom, leaving a clear view of the stars twinkling outside. “As far as I’m concerned, that makes this the perfect time to go looking for ghosts. Let’s go back to Tanglewood and do a hunt!”

At this point, Skizz had given up on the possibility of them just going away and leaving him be. With a massive amount of effort, he managed to push himself up to a seat and out of the warm embrace of his bed. Kevin looked just as put out as he felt. He doesn’t blame the poor pup for crawling off the mattress and padding out of the room to look for someplace quieter to sleep.

“No guys. We are not doing a hunt right now. It’s way too late for that. I need my beauty sleep and so do you.”

“We already told you we can’t sleep,” Scar said with a shake of his head.

“Then you should go be at rest, or whatever else it is you guys can do,” Skizz shot back, throwing his hands up.

“We can go on a hunt,” Grian said again, a mischievous smile on his face. “That’s what we can do.”

“Come on Skizz.” Scar’s eyes become glossy as soon as he sees the look on his friend’s face. “Just one more. We can go back to the house. I can set up the motion sensors in the garage and Grian can do his spirit box thing… And you! Oh! You could run the camera this time instead of Impulse. And then if we get lucky we could find ourselves a monkey paw-”

“Or,” Skizz butt in. “And here me out with this one. Honestly, it sounds fantastic. Sounds like we’ll have ourselves a lot of fun and all, but how about we wait for tomorrow?”

‘Never mind that they probably wouldn’t be able to do any of those things,’ he thinks to himself. Almost 90 percent of everything Scar just said was literally impossible right now. But he doesn’t dare say that out loud. He can already see the smile drop off his two friends’ faces and it makes Skizz feel bad. Really bad. Gosh they look so disappointed. He was always such a softy. “Aww, no long faces. Just think about it for a moment, really. We already had a pretty bad run yesterday. If the three of us go at it right now on our own, we’re never going to get the job done. That ghost is going to flatten us like pancakes and eat our faces for breakfast.”

Grian didn’t look too pleased. “You mean ‘flatten us and eat our faces for breakfast again,’ right?”

Skizz could only shrug. “Yeah. I mean again.”

“Then what do we do?”

“We go tomorrow. Us three, and a well-rested Impulse with an actual set of equipment and the van… Hey, we could even ask Gem to help us out this time. She can watch our backs while we scope the place out.”

“Then what are me and Grian supposed to do until then,” Scar asked, sounding pretty sheepish. “We thought maybe a big strong Skizz would be able to handle it. Work some of his crazy Skizzleman magic.”

Stay strong Skizz. You have to stay strong for the sake of sleeping, and for the sake of tackling tomorrow well rested. He needed to be in tip top condition to catch some ghosts. But then he saw that Scar brought out the puppy dog eyes. Big wide glistening brown eyes of sadness and sweetness and he can feel himself melting the longer he looks at them.

“If you think that flattery will get you anywhere…”

“Then you’re right,” both he and Grian say at exactly the same time.

“And you know me too well,” Skizz finished with a sigh. These two really did know him too well. He takes one last longing look at his cozy bed, because he knows what he has to do. And he doesn’t like it. “Fine. How about this, dudes? How about I go back to hang out with you guys until the morning? Then I’ll go get Impulse and Gem and we can go ghost hunting then. How does that sound?”

Grian looked a little skeptical, but he knew by the smile plastered across Scar’s face that this was happening. “Absolutely!”

“Alright. Let me grab my coat and some shoes. Gentleman, let’s get ready to go.”

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“I thought the weird hissing noise meant that it was an Oni?”

“No, apparently. Like, I don’t get it either. I don’t know why it means it’s not an Oni, but Impulse keeps saying that’s how that works. Right Skizz? Skizz…? Helloooo… Earth to Skizz!”

Grian’s loud voice jolts Skizz back awake before the tires can hit the bumps on the side of the road. He really shouldn’t be driving while drowsy like this.

“You alright, Skizz,” Scar asked from the back seat. “Do we need to talk louder to help you stay awake?”

Grian tapped his fingers against the dashboard. He looks a little nervous, but then again he didn’t have much reason to be nervous about the situation right now. Skizz caught the young man shooting him a few sidelong glances out the corner of his eye and figured Grian must be more worried for his sake than his own or Scar’s. “You probably shouldn’t be driving drowsy like that. Want me to drive?”

“Oh please. You can’t drive,” Skizz huffed.

“Very true, and for more reasons than one.”

“We’ll talk louder,” Scar piped in, practically shouting into Skizz’s ear. Somehow, the man in the back seat managed to project his voice loud enough to leave Skizz’s ears ringing.

He wasn’t about to start dealing with that for an extended period of time. “Nope! No. No need for that. I’m good. We’re all good. We’re almost there anyway. I can stay awake for the next mile and a half.”

The other two didn’t respond right away, and the silence quickly became awkward. He could only endure so much time without background noise to focus on. There was always the radio. He was just starting to debate whether or not he should turn on some tunes when Grian spoke up once more. “Are you seriously going to stay with us all night?”

“Sure dude.” He flicks on the blinker as he pulls up to a stop sign. “It’s kinda my fault things went wrong earlier today. I’m the one who opened my big mouth when she came out to play. I sort of owe you guys.”

“Not true,” Scar jumped in. “That ghost was just an angry jerkface.”

Skizz could see Grian nodding in agreement in the rearview mirror. “We all were triggering hunts left and right. We’re lucky it wasn’t worse.”

“Yeah, but I still feel bad.”

“Don’t,” Scar insisted. He added a little more quietly, “but we’d really appreciate the company if we’re not going back to check the house.”

“We’re not,” Skizz confirmed. “There’s no way I’d be able to pull it off.”

“We,” Scar corrected him. “You mean ‘we.’”

Skizz nodded. “Sorry. I mean ‘we.’ But we can chill out until everything gets sorted. And if this will help you guys, then maybe I can even get some sleep myself.”

Grian scoffed. “Outside?”

“Sure. Stranger things happen all the time.”

“Thank’s Skizz. You’re the best dad ever.”

Gosh, that nickname was still so weird. But the weirdness wasn’t enough to keep the sentiment from making him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “Awww, stop it.”

The car came rolling to a stop alongside the open field. They were just outside the edge of the suburb where they frequently checked Tanglewood for ghosts. Nobody was around. They were all probably asleep in their beds like normal people who didn’t get pestered by their friends in the middle of the night. You know, the boring kind of normal people. Skizz threw open the driver-side door and stepped out into the cool night air. He rubbed at his shoulders, glad he had thought to bring his coat along. He didn’t hear the back door of the car open or close, but wasn’t surprised when Grian and Scar caught up to him.

“Which way was it again?”

“Over there,” Scar says, pointing towards a familiar row of trees. “It’s honestly a lovely spot. We could probably find you a nice mossy place between the roots to get comfy in.” That got a few giggles from Grian.

It’s a bit of a hike, but the promise of sleep is plenty of motivation for Skizz. Even if that meant sleeping on the ground. The dew had just started soaking into the hem of his pants when they reached the first tree in the line.

“It really is a nice place you two have here,” Skizz said as he leaned against the trunk. “Remind me to visit more often.”

“Hardy har-har,” Grian snapped back, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “Keep that up and it will be you staying here next time things go south. We’ll see how you like it then.”

“Thanks for the offer. I think I’ll pass.”

Scar looked much more comfortable to be back here at least. He was already settling down in the grass, taking a seat with criss-crossed legs. Skizz found himself marveling at how unfazed the man was by the dampness. The dew-laden grass brushed past his pants without leaving so much as a wet spot. “You and Impulse will find that monkey’s paw or the tarot cards, right?”

“Better believe it, dude.”

“And if everything goes wrong again, you both can hang out with us here until Gem figures out-” Grian started, but Skizz cut him off.

“Hey, don’t think like that. We’ve got this. Remember, we’re professionals. The best ghost hunters the world has ever seen.”

He can still make out a glint of skepticism in Grian’s eyes, but his friend doesn’t try to protest further. Instead, he settled down next to Scar in the grass. Skizz decided to join them, letting his back slide down the side of the tree trunk until he was seated in the damp moss lining its base. He frowned as the dew seeped into his clothes, but it wasn’t as bad as the grass. Things could be worse.

Scar yawned. He stretched his arms over his head in a nice big stretch. “Good,” he managed after the yawn faded. “I can’t wait to go back home and see Jellie.”

“Now how about you get some rest,” Skizz offered. “I’m here now. Just… I don’t know. Don’t move on or whatever it is that might keep you from coming back.”

“No worries,” Grian said, suppressing a yawn of his own. “We’ll be around. And if not, we'll see you on the other side tomorrow.”

“Grian! Don’t say things like that!”

The young man made no attempt to correct himself. He broke into a fit of giggles before letting himself flop backward. His back hit the mound of dirt behind him and the laughter abruptly cut off as he vanished from sight.

“Hey! Don’t go incorporeal on me now, mister! Someone’s got to teach you about the wonders of positive thinking.”

Scar started laughing too, though with less gusto than Grian. “Night Dad,” he said before falling backwards as well. Skizz watched as his remaining friend disappeared into the dirt mound behind him.

It was quiet with the two of them gone. Only the sound of the breeze rustling through the leaves over his head was left to keep him company. He was alone now. Probably. Maybe. It was hard to tell with ghosts.

Not that Skizz would have minded the company. Clearly, they were glad to have him nearby. So he settled down in his own bed of moss alongside the two graves and tried to get comfortable. He even made sure to face the mounds in case Scar and Grian needed him for any reason. Hopefully, they would let him get some sleep tonight… Then he felt the jab of a branch in his back and realized, yeah, he's not getting much sleep tonight.

Tomorrow he and Impulse would hunt down a cursed object and wish them back to life. They wouldn’t have to stay in those temporary graves for very long. But until then, he had to get whatever sleep he could get during this impromptu little sleepover. Going into a haunted building half awake was a surefire way to get himself a hole of his own right next to Grian and Scar’s.

#whumptober 2023 #prompt no. 12 #“I'm up I'm up!”#hermitcraft #phasmophobia #creative writing #implied character death #drowsy driving #Grian #goodtimeswithscar #skizzleman #ghosts #losing sleep

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RONALD SPEIRS HEADCANONS

there is now the running gag that I’m the Speirs encyclopedia so who am I if not a person who takes things and runs with them. Anyways here’s a bunch of headcanons I have about Speirs that are like 99% of the time present in my writing under the cut. I may do this for the other BoB boys but I gotta get my main squeeze first and foremost, he’s got the priority pass.

You can usually tell where you stand with Speirs. If he doesn’t like you, it’s clear, and the same can be said of if he likes you but … another pretty good indicator is what he lets you call him. “Speirs” is pretty standard, professional, etc. “Ron” tends to be reserved for his friends and those he considers close to him (not many people fall here). Ronnie is exclusively for those in his family/are like family. His partner could also get away with this, after a certain amount of time. The only people calling him Ronald are Martha and Robert Speirs themselves.

Speaking of parents : Ron is a quiet and content momma’s boy. He was the youngest, so he was especially doted on as a child. His father was… a Man with Expectations, given all he sacrificed to get his kids to America. They don’t have a bad relationship. Ron was still crying for mother first when he scraped his knee.

Out of his sisters, he’s closest to Elsie, who was closest to him in age. He went to Mary for advice more often. He liked to copy his brother a lot, especially as a young child. Monkey see, monkey do.

He’s a lot more tactile than people give him credit for — reality is that no one who doesn’t know him well is asking him for a hug. But Ron prefers touch to convey what words can’t. Even being as direct as he is can have it’s limitations.

He’s a good liar, but isn’t partial to lying, at least not outright, to people he cares about. Given the questions he’s usually asked, lying almost feels like pandering, which he also isn’t especially fond of.

Ron’s sense of humor can best be described as smug. It’s dry, sarcastic, he gets a kick out of flustering people in one way or another without really having to do much — he can thank his reputation for that. He finds a sense of amusement in watching the people around him squirm, sometimes.

He has an ego and he can be especially spiteful when crossed by people he doesn’t like. Ron believes in the military hierarchy but only to the extent of respecting his superiors and doing his duties as a soldier and officer. If you try to pull your rank on him for something stupid, he’s going to get even.

He isn’t emotionally unaware, he just tends to keep a lid on things. Some aspects are easier to mitigate than others. He has a hair-trigger temper at times, but he can keep a lid on his sadness (something he gets from his father). He can tell if you’re flirting with him. Doesn’t mean he’s going to acknowledge it if he doesn’t want to.

He’s an acts of service person as well. He likes doing things for the people he cares about — whether that’s bringing them something or handling a problem they’re having trouble tackling. He’s a problem-solver. He doesn’t mind doing that for people he cares about and he doesn’t make much of a big deal about it.

As you can probably expect, he shows off through actions rather than words. He won’t brag about his achievements, he’s just going to show why he got them, which is considerably more embarrassing for whoever is trying to one-up him.

It’s not that… Ron dislikes reading, per se, but his line of work and all that he does really does require a lot of critical thinking and analysis and he has a really hard time shutting that part of his brain off to find it especially relaxing. His brain gets so cluttered that he will, ironically, completely miss the point of what he just read.

All this to say that Ron is great with numbers, unsurprisingly, and he can appreciate a good balanced spreadsheet.

He prefers playing sports, walking, running, in order to unwind because of this. Especially running, because it’s easy to shut his brain off and just move.

He’s also particularly good at housekeeping. In his teens he helped out his parents a lot — and he likes to be the best at things. Laundry, dishes, dusting, lawn upkeep — he’s good at all of it.

However, do not leave him alone with a stove if you aren’t going to give him step-by-step instructions on exactly what to do. Ron in University was almost notorious for his slightly-burnt eggs, but he will never admit to being subpar in the kitchen to anyone but his partner.

Ron is by no means a Shakespearean poet when it comes to compliments or any other romantic gesture. But he’s very direct about what he wants and what he thinks and that’s what’s so flustering about him. He has an unwavering confidence about the whole thing — when he does speak, that is, because Ron really isn’t the guy running around looking for a date on pass.

^ And either to his partner’s detriment or enjoyment, he really is not above making a sex joke every now and again. Remember what I said about smug humor? No one is spared.

He’s a dog person. He never had one growing up but he did want one. He likes walking his dogs as a pastime. Have you ever heard Ron babytalk? Catch him when he comes home from work to his dogs and you will.

#ronald speirs #band of brothers #ronald speirs headcanons #band of brothers headcanons #hbo war #hbo war headcanons #headcanon list #does the last one count? eh . 50% headcanon

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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 1 year

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WE WELCOME YOU BACK TO KNOX REACTS TO MONKIE KID EPISODES BECAUSE SOMEHOW WE’RE STILL DOING THIS AND PEOPLE ENJOY READING MY SCREAMING (though to be fair I would still be doing this if no one was reading these simply because I need to scream out at least 70% of my hype here or I’ll make strange dying fish noises when I watch the episodes with my brothers and we can’t have THAT-)

Today is Monkie Kid Season 4 Episode 9, and OH BOY I THOUGHT I WAS DOING GOOD BEING PRETTY CHILL BUT THEN MY BRO PUT ON MONKIE KID EPS WHILE I WAS IN THE KITCHEN AND THE HYPE IS RIGHT BACK

OKAY

okay

I can be cool and chill

I cannot be cool and chill

No theme song on this recording either ;-; i MISS THE THEME SONG BUT I AM SO GRATEFUL TO THE PEOPLE THAT RECORDED THESE EPISODES, NOTHING BUT APPRECIATION FOR THEM

okay i broke and went and watched theme song on another episode because i missed it-

AND OKAY LETS GET STARTED

GOSH I LOVE THE THEME SONG

OKAY

OOOHHH DBK’S PLACE

WE’RE AT THE DB FAM’S PLACE LETS GO

ROAST OF THE MONKEY KIDS

OKAYGBDFLKM

OKAY WAIT

HECK LEMME CONSIDER THAT TITLE FOR A SECOND

Roast of the monkey kids, either they’re gonna get beat real bad OR HECK I JUST CAME UP WITH THIS THOUGHT OR ITS THE SELF-PROCLAIMED GREATEST SHIFU OF ALL TIME ROASTING THEM DURING TRAINING THAT WOULD BE FUNNYGHLDKFJAWOEFM

Okay okay lets get started I can already tell i’ma scream

SHUT UUUUUPPPPPP

AZURE CAME TO FIND THE DBK

FR BRO

I AM CONCERNED FOR HIS SAFTEY IS HE GONNA GET IMPRISOENED T-

A H N A H

YOU DO N O T HAVE SWK’S SCROLL PIECE TIED TO YOUR BELT LIKE THAT YOU FUZZY BURNT TOAST

THAT FILLS ME WITH RAGE YOU GUYS

IS HE GONNA TELL DBK WHAT HAPPENED TO SWK??

IS DBK GONNA REACT TO THAT??

HECK EHCK EHCK

THE WAY I GASPED

BRUH REALLY SHOWED UP AND

BEAT UP DBK’S FAM

RED SON NOOOOO

OH WOW REALY GOT ALL THOSE WEAPONS POINTED AT PRINCESS IRON FAN HECK BRO

GET OFF OF MY BOIIIIII

I WANT TO SEE DBK SLAM AZURE THROUGH A WALL BUT I DOUBT THAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN SADLY HECK

HECK

YEAH HOW DARE YOU SHOW UP AND ASSULT HIS FAMILY

Azure: um, i only did it because y’all would’ve disagreed with me :(

SQUARE UP BURNT MOLDY TOAST

WHEEZING

OKAY

WE REALLY SHOWING HOW DELUSIONAL THIS GUY IS HUH

LETS GO

BIG FAN OF THAT

MY GOSH

THEY REALLY WENT TO FIND DBK THO

AZURE IS THE WORST Y’ALL

oh oh bet he won’t go get Macaque tho *CACKLES*

WHEEZING

OH MY GOSH I’M JUST WHEEZING AT EVERY LINE AZURE SAYS WHAT THE HECK BRO

HE FR PULLED THE “THEY GUY I USED TO KNOW-“ LIKE MACAQUE DID TO WUKONG FOR A WHILE THERE HECK THATS SO FUNNY BUT WHEREAS MACAQUE HAS THIS GRRRRRR AZURE CONTINUES TO BE ALL SELF RIGHTEOUS AND TRYIGN TO SOUND INSPIRATIONAL AND LIKE HE’S FIGHTING FOR JUSTICE, BOI YOU JUST COMING ACROSS AS WEIRDO

WOW

LOOK WHO’S TALKING CELESTIAL GUY

HE’S ALL

“tHe BeAsT hAs BeEn cHaRmEd bY a CeLeStIaL mAiDa-“ JUST SHUT UR FACE BRO MANS GOT SOMETHING SO AGAINST THE CELESTIALS WHEN HE HIMSELF IS ONE OF THEM AND STRAIGHT UP DOES PIF LOOK LIKE SHE WORKS FOR THEM ANYMORE??? HER HAIR IS LITERALLY DONE UP IN THE SHAPE OF BULL HORNS WDYM MAN

also I can’t believe I actually wanna fistfight him for taking trash about PIF who have i becomebnG;LKAMEFW

sO TRUE

DON’T EVEN LOOK AT HER YOU BLUE GUMBALL

I DISLIKE HIM STRONGLY

PLEASE DBK YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO ONESHOT THIS GUY WHYYYYY

Actually I do love how dedicated to each other DBK and PIF are, genuinely. Not the best parents in the world but I still enjoy their dynamic

AZURE YOU’RE SO ANNOYINGBFL;DSMFWE

also wait h

so here’s a question where has azure been??? talking like he’s been gone as long as Peng and Yellow Tusk, but like… where were you at bro?? In the scroll?? if so, who let you out??

HELPGNL;SAMDFAWE

SUBSERVIENT TO THE MONKEY KINGFLKDSMFOAWEF

I’M DYINGNDS;KLMFWEF

I’m also not funny losing it over the fact he has Monkey King’s scroll piece tied to his belt get out of my house

NAH BUT THE WAY HE’S TALKIGN TO DBK

SIR??? HE ACTUALLY HASNT’ CHANGED ALL THAT MUCH MY GUY

oh YEAH EXCELLENT

GET EM

NOOOOO

I KNEW IT

HECK

PIF

“my love”

PARDON?????

ACTUALLY WHO GAVE THEM THE RIGHT TO GHDSFNA;WEMF

OH MAN

HECK BRO

SHE REALLY GOT IN FRONT OF THAT HUH

HECK

HOLY HECK BRO THIS IS

HECK THIS IS SO DRAMATIC

RED SON CRYING

sorry i think its funny there was no red son reaction to PIF but then his dad gets snatched and he’s crying WE’RE FINE FOLKS

I don’t

I don’t have an emoji for the face i just made

THE BROKEN EXPRESSION??? THE “son-“

EXCUSE ME??

DBK FAM??

OH MY GODS??????

;A;

AAAAAAAAAA

WHAT THE HECK BROOOOOO

GOSH DANG

NEVER GET IN A BROSHIP WITH AZURE MANS IS SO DANG CONTROLLING HUH

SORRY I’M LIKE

ANALYZING CHARACTERS INBETWEEN MY EMOTIONAL DEVESTATION WHY DID THAT WHOLE SEQUENCE HURT??? MY SOUL???

DBK FAM???

HECK

RED SOONNNN

BUDDY YOU SHOULD PROBABLY R U N

also wait is he g-

and this gents is where we find out if Azure is biased towards monkey king or not because he was nice to Mk I’m just saying- what am I saying ofc he’s biased

OHHHH

THE MESSANGER

INTERESTING OKAY

so well I mean i still know he’s biased

just cause he seemed so desperate for Mk to understand and not be hurt and all that but he’ll beat the crap outta red son and his fam like dang

ALSO HECK FR WHERE DID AZURE COME FROM??? DID HE ESCAPE THE SCROLL WHEN MONKEY KNG WENT IN ?? AND HOW CAN HE CONTROL IT SO GOOD?? HAS HE BEEN TRYING TO FIGURE THAT OUT FOR THE LAST COUPLE THOUSAND YEARS???

aww

AWWWWW

PENG MENTIONED MACAQUE <3 THAT’S SO SWEET

I LOVE THAT ACTUALLY

LOOK HOW DRAMATIC PENG IS WHEN HE SAYS THAT PLEASENGLKSMF

Yellow Tusk: dbk was our last hope Peng: I MEAN THER’ES MACAQUE TOO-

Seriously you guys I think Peng thinks Macaque is cool and is trying to be cool and detached too but is leaning to far into the mean side of it HGLKSJAF

I KNOW I’M PROBABLY WRONG I JUST THINK ITS SO FREAKING FUNNY IF THAT’S WHAT IT IS

CAUSE HE’S THE ONLY ONE TO MENTION HIM, TALK TO HIM OR REALLY BRING HIM UP Y’KNOW?

Granted he’s only shown up twice but i’MJUST SAYING

Nah fr it’d be so funny if Peng found him in ten seconds and saw him snoring on a couch or something and went “ah never mind OH MAN CAN’T FIND THE MAN ANYWHERE W H O O P S”

Cause he genuinely doesn’t want them there, either cause he actually dislikes him or he doesn’t want to see him dragged into the scroll

LOOK AT HIS FACE AFTER HE SAYS THAT I’M JUST SAYING GUYS HE LOOKS LIKE HE’S LYINGNFKDL;MFWE

LIKE DANG THE MANS REALLY GONNA USE THE CURSE THAT HIS BROS GOT TRAPPED IN TO TRAP THE VERY GUYS WHO PUT THEM THERE Y’KNOW

I’D SAY POWER MOVE BUT I’D LIKE TO DECK HIM SO GHSDLFKJAWEF

OH HECK WE’RE WITH THE CREWWWWWWW

I get the feeling we’re not gonna get much of Mk in this ep RED SOOONNNNNNN HECK HE’S GOING TO TALK TO THE CELESTIALS WILL HE BE OKAUY??? HECK

Oh i love how they’ve each got personalized unifromsOH MY GODS SANDY’S WEARING A SHIRT

SCREAMS

BOTH ARMS ARE COVERED

WHAT IS HAPPENING

SCREAMS

also wow

wow

thats

quite the

open chested

MHM THAT’S QUITE THE

WHO DREW THAT

I JUST WANNA TALKGHSDFNAWEF JOKING JOKING

OKAY

Yeah Tang with his scarf, Mei with her SLEEVES RIPPED RIGHT OFF

APPROVED

HEY

HEY DON’T HIT MY GIRL IN THE HEAD

SQUARE UP FOOL

GOSH DANG

But dang they really leaning into the hit peoples heads with his stick character bit huh hGSKDJFS

Tang looks so happy eating those noodles tho heck ;-;

TANG GETS SLAMMED TOO???

MANS WAS JUST TRYING TO GET MEI TO RELAX AND EAT SOME NOODLESJGLKSFEW

PIGSY AND TANG’S EXPRESSIONS PLEASELKMGS;AOFKAMWE

Tang stress eats ;-; holds him so gently love this guy he stress eats and Pigsy’s love language is food iM COOL ABOUT EVERYTHING AT ALL TIEMS AS YOU CAN SEE

HELPGMDSFL;AWEF

MEI

The three oldies are all depressed and really feeling useless and Mei’s just NODDING yup uh huh you are that’s how it be get well soon </3

SHE AND MK WERE SO DEVASTATING TO TANG THIS SEASON PLEASEJLKMGDSF

sheer power and L U C K

I mean he’s got a point there- HG;SLAKJDFS

if they so unstoppable how’d they get beat the first time-

OH MAN I LOVE HOW NOW WE’RE GETTING MORE AZURE’S EYES SHADOWED AND STUFF

LIKE VISUALLY LOOK HERE’S THE GUY WHO’S NTO TO BE TRUSTED RN

They’re posing him like an antagonist more, well even villain posing just with camera angles and stuff too

anyway moving on

HELPGMSLDFMSD

Mei just

unaffected by this

like dang ohh noooo another lectureeee… which i totally care abouuuuuttt…. daaaaang JGL;KSDJFSAF

WHY DOES SHE GET SO OFFENDED WHEN PEOPLE CALL HER IMPULSIVE PLEASELMGS;OF

WHY YOU GOTTA CALL OUT TANGS ANKLES LIKE THAT HGSFLJSD

HE BETTER NOT BASH SANDY FOR BEING A PACIFIST, OR ALL PASS THIS FIST RIGHT THROUGH YOUR RIB CAGE- sorry i couldnt’ think of something clever there but the pass this fist and pacifist was a good opening ;-;7

TOO STUBBORN TO SEE THE TRUTH?? YEAH?? OKAY WHAT TRUTH WHICH ONE?? THAT HE’S MK’S DAD?? THAT HE WAS ZHU BAJIE ONCE UPON A TIME?? ACTUALLY I WASN’T SURE WHAT HE WAS GOING TO SAY TO PIGSY BUT I MIGHT BE A FAN OF THAT ONE I WANT MORE PIGSY ARC PLS I BEG OF YOU

OH MY GODS

PLS

LOOK AT THAT SMILE

HELLO

BELOVED

I AM OKAY WITH THIS OUTCOME 10/10

GETS A STAR

GUYS PLEASE DON’T LOOK SO MURDEROUS HELPGNMSD;LKFMA

MAN LOVE THAT

ACTUALLY OKAY ASIDE FROM THE HITTING ANYONE MIDLY HYPERACTIVE OVER THE HEAD I’M LOVING THIS GUY

OH FLOWER FRUIT MOUNTAIN

THE MOUNTAIN OF FLOWERS AND FRUITS

MKKKKKKK

I DIDN’T THINK WE’D SEE HIM THIS EP

I SWEAR IF MACAQUE JSUT SHOWS UP-

MACAQUE’S GONNA SHOW UP RIGHT??

IT’D BE SO FUNNY IF HE WS LIVING ON FLOWER FRUIT MOUNTAIN FOR NO REASON NOW

JSUT OOP VACANCY HAVEN’T HEARD WUKONG IN A WHILE I’MA MOVE IN

IT’D BE SO FUNNYGBDFLSKM

also heck mah boi ;-;

pondering moment looking at the sunset

OH PLEAS E

HIS FACE

THE SOFT KINDA STILL NOT OKAY VOICE

DANG MK’S VOICE ACTOR NAILED THAT LINE ACTUALLY HECK

HE’S JUST

HECK DUDE

THAT ONE FRAME

BRUH

JUST

;-;

i’m fine i swear

THE WAY I GASPED

WHERE ARE YOUR FRIENDS

AND OH YEAH

THEY GOT

SNATCHED

BRUH THAT HURTS MY SOUL THANKS

BUT OH MAN LOOK AT THIS LITTLE MONKEY COMING TO SAY HI

if its macaque disguised i’ll laugh but i doubt it is

HGL;SDF

HECK MAN

won’t even touch him ;-; goes to reach out his hand and say hi and just

doesn’t touch

goes back to looking away

and da monkey just ;-;

heck dude they’re doing a good job showing Mk’s mental state rn well done

AND BACK TO THE CREWWWW LEGOOOOO

WORN DOWN CHISELED AND DEFINED

BET

I WONDER IF THEY’LL ACTUALLY RETAIN ANYTHING THEY’RE ABOUT TO LEARN GHSDLFJSDF

I’M LAUGHING

YOU KNOW WHAT YEAH

SANDY’S BELOVED

HE KNOWS WHO HE IS AND WHAT HE STANDS FOR AND IS ABSOLUTELY RIPPED

NO CHISELING NEEDED GJSLH;FKJSEF

i can’t help but feel he’s trying to et a rise out of the rest of them tho that’s so many stars hGLKASJDF

then again I too would give sandy as many stars as he wanted

Tang: i know my issue is my self confidence

Shifu [i’m not confident spelling his name yet i haven’t seen it the way they pronounce it here]: WRONG ITS YOUR COMPLETE LACK OF SKILL

LITERALLY EVERYBODY COMING FOR TANG THIS SEASON PLEASEJGLKM;ADSFS

MANS DESTROYING HIM PLEASELMG;SFAMEWFLSDF

TANG ON THE FLOOR DRAMTICALLY PLEASELK;MGSOEF

THE OTHERS IN THE BACKGROUND BALANCING GKLSDJFS

Tang just looking for some positive reinforcement please- HGHDFKLJSDF

IS HE REALLY PRAISING THE MONK FOR SELF-ISOLATING HIMSELF AND STRUGGLING WITH HUMAN CONNECTION??? HELPGM??

NO HE’S LEGIT SAYINGNDSLMKSDF

HELPG;SLDFKMSADF

FRIEDNSHIP TRIVIAL

THAT’S NOT

SUPER HEALTHY TO THINK

WHY IS EVERYONE ALWAYS TELLING THE CREW THAT CONNECTIONS AND FRIENDS ARE BAD PLEASELKMGOSFMAS

Oh that’s nice

Okay so he’s not like COMPLETELY bashing friendship, thank you sorry Shifu should have trusted ya more there

oh i actually vocally went “aww”

Thats nice there’s some positive reinforcement OH I LOVE THAT THO

Like your past self took a long time to learn friends good, so you overcompensated in this life and now its all friends and nothing else and you gotta find a balance there I am actually kinda a fan of that take ngl

BUT YEAH MANS GOT A STAR PLSSSS

You know what okay yes, Shifu go brrrr, we got a little positive reinforcement and now i see what he’s doing he’s just correcting the overcorrection a bit being like BALANCE PEOPLE YOU’RE ALL OR NOTHING ON ONE THING BUT OTHER THINGS ARE IMPORTANT TOO MY GOSH and Sandy already has that balance so he’s cool

yeah that’s nice

So i was right about this ep just being them getting rOASTED constantlyBGA;LKEMF

CRAM BOY

I’M CHGBDSFASDFMAOWIEFM

PLEASE

THAT’S GOOD THO

MANS JUST NEEDED A GOLD STAR AND A REASON TO WORK AND HE’S IN IT NOW

YOU’RE DOING GREAT TANG

ILY

MEI’S FACE PLEASELK;MGSAOFAWE F

NAH I LOVE THAT LIKE, THEY’RE THE OPPOSTIES OF THEIR PAST SELVES Y’KNOW? THAT’S SO GOOD LIKE JUST THE REINCARNATION THING AND JUST “i don’t want to be this way it was bad so i’m going to be timid again” from Ao lei y’know? and it just, an overcorrection type thing

I’m still running off the bit that they’re reincarnations of the jttw crew and Mei’s not like, just a descendant GJULSAKJF

EVEYRBDOY JUST RUNNING AWAY LIKE NOPE NOPE

is he gonna take her out with one hit?

I love how Mei is like, phased by nobody constantly and ready to fight honestly

“Proving my point”

guys

guys I don’t think I’m normal about Ao Lei

he came on screen and i actually almost teared up, I’VE SEEN HIM TWICE BEFORE AND HE ACTUALLY MEANS THE WORLD TO ME??? I ADORE HIM?? I WANT HIM TO BE HAPPY?? HE’S DEAD AND GONE I LOVE HIM???? He’s actually so good y’all i’m

SEEING HIM IN HIS HUMAN FORM IN THE SAME SHOT AS WUKONG IS DOING SOMETHING TO ME I WANT BROTHER MOMENTS WITH THEM SO BAD

LITERALLY SEEING HIM WITH WUKONG AND THE TANG MONK IS JUST |;A;/

I’m normal about the JTTW crew you guys

i’m very normal

….

so basically the man just saved up for his power up and then would nail people GASLFJAWEFM THATS GREAT THO

KINDA LEARNED ALL THAT ALREADYGBSFLKMSDF

MEI PLS

I LOVE HER

SO MUCH

BRUUHHHHHH

TANG GETS STAR

MEI GETS NO STAR

R U D E

but also fair ig

I think she’s loud sometimes to cover up the fact she’s worried y’know? not the the extent that mk is but sometimes her bravado seems like all she can do y’know? heck i need to write about her i miss her

THE WAY THAT THEY DRAW HER THIS SEASON IS SENDING ME

THANK YOU TO EVERYONE THAT DREW THE FACES AND POSES SHE MAKES I’MGNSDFKMD

WHY YOU SMILING OLD MAN

HE’S A GREAT SHIFU NGL

I LIKE HOW THEY’RE DOING HIM ACTUALLY

THIS SHOW HANDLES MENTORS REAL WELL (aside from Wukong jsut cause overuse of unreliable narrator and then not showing anything to contradict all that)

I’M SO GHSDFBAS;LFKM

PLEASE

SO MANY STARS

SANDY IS VIBIN

I’M EXPECTING A TWIST BUT I DO LOVE HIM SO MUCH

MY HILARIOUSLY BLUE STUDENTHNDFKJDSF

PLEASELKMGSDF

SHIFU ACTUALLY WORRIED ABOUT SANDY CAUSE HE’S SO NICE ;-; yeah fair he is belovePIGSY

PIGSY BELOVED

PIGSY MY ABSOLUTE FAV

I know i say that about every single one of these characters but its true every time BGSLAKEFMEWAF

PIGSYYYYYYY

HE’S HAVING A MOMENT

I LOVE YOU PIGSY

like father like son, looking out at the view while you think ;-; i mean i know that’s a p normal thing for people in general bUT LET ME HAVE THISBGSDL;KFMSEF

Pigsy ;-;

heck bro

I HAVE SUCH FEELINGS FOR THIS CHARACTER THEY DID HIM SO WELL

I’M

HE’S BEING SO NICE ABOTU ZHU BAJIE

PIGSY’S LIKE

HECK DUDES I NEED YOU TO KNWO I WROTE SOMETHING JUST FOR MYSELF ABOUT PIGSY JUST HATING ON HIS PAST LIFE AND HATING HIM AND I CAN’T BELIEVE ITS CANON THAT HE’S SO UNKIND TO WHO HE USED TO BE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH PELASE

LEARN SELF KINDNESS I LOVE THAT THE SHIFU IS SAYING NICE THINGS ABOTU ZHU BAJIE THO HECK

HIM SMILING AT MONKEY KING

heck you know

that’s

y’know that’s probably the first nice thing he’s ever heard someone say about Zhu Bajie

heck dude

heck dude bro Pigsy’s fACE

I LOVE PIGSY SO FREAKING

HE IS JUST SO CHILL SOMETIMES

DAD VIBES ABOUND

heck tho

just the

the heart that you have he worked for, he put his all into getting it and growing and he did grow and change and that effort is partially what made it so easy for you to have it right off the bat. you did good

HECK DUDE HOW DOES THIS SHOW GIVE ME EXACTLY WHAT I WANT LIKE THISNGSLMKFS

like FOR REAL, THE WAY HE LOOKS UP AT HIM AFTER HE GIVES HIM THE STAR THERE ARE SOME FACES IN THIS EPISODE I JUST CAN’T GET OUT OF MY HEAD AND THIS’LL BE ONE OF THEM

PIGSY JUST SCRATCHING THE SURFACE OF POWER GO BRRRRR

OOP MEI WATCHING

HEPGMSLFWE

SHE’S SO MAD HGDFLK;JSDF

MEI ACTUALLY LIEK TRYING THAT FACE SHE MADE HECK EHCK

OH HECK BACK TO MK

MY BOY MY BELOVED MAN

heck dude

did the monkey bring him all those bananas? PLS I’M GOING TO CRY AT HOW THEY DRAW THE TINY MONKEYS

LOOK AT THAT FACE

OH BOY

OH BOY HE SAID IT

mk buddy i think that’s exactly why he stayed on the mountain

bruh

dude’s really feeling it heck

MONKEY STEALS HIS BABNANNAGN;SMF

SCREAMS

I DIDN’T THINK HE’D SHOW UP TILL EPISODE TEN

WHAT DO YOU WANT MACAQUE

wow

WOW

guys this new VA is actually killing it, like

well done

respect my guy, you filling big shoes but you’re really nailing it sounding similar WELL DONE

JUST IMMEDATELY BASHING WUKONG

OKAY MACKY BOY

OH I GASPED

HECK I’VE GASPED SO MANY TIMES THIS EPISODE

MACAQUES REACTION TO THE FLICKERING

MK FINALLY CHILL AND THEN BACK TO FLICKERING BACK AND FORTH

HECK HECK

MACAQUE’S FACE

HECK

DUDE BRUH

BRUH DID NOT EXPECT THAT DID HE

OH MAN oh man ;-;

just

THE TERRIFIED, GLITCHING

THEN JSUT

heck

what does it matter

“go for it guy”

i do think its funny how Wukongs thing is bud and Mk’s thing is Guy HGLSADJKF

man

the whole

heck bro just sits right back down

Macaque just standing there

Okay Voice actor did a very good job sounding very very similar to macaque while he’s starting to mess with Mk and then dropping into something just slightly deeper when he’s not well done sir well done

MAN

THE ITS NO FUN WHEN YOU SAY IT OUT LOUD

YEAH SURE BUDDY GOOD EXCUSE

OOO THAT’S

A LOT OF REUSED ANIMATOIN THEREGSFDLKMSF

HELPGML;SFM

THAT WAS RIGHT AFTER THE OTHERHGDSFBDSF

still looks lovely

EXCUSE ME THO GOING BACK A BIT THE WAY HE’S LOOOKING AT MK THERE TRYING TO LIGHTEN THE MOOD A BIT

mmm yeah that bit with the reused animation looked pretty rushed and clunky honestly pacing was just slightly off and the expressions didn’t quite fit with the dialogue, not as good a job as usual with the reused stuff it looked a little out of place this time around but I’m still glad they’re reusing stuff when they can

godspeed macaque what are you showing Mk hglskjdf

OH WE BACK TO AZURE

HERE WE GO

MANS SURE GROWLS HUH

HAHAHHAHGBSDFDLSMKF

AZURE MAD ABOUT HIS STUFF GETTING BROKEN AND PENG JUST MOVING ON IN A SECOND SAY GOODBYE TO THIS DUMP HGSLKDJF

I’M SORRUY BUT THE SOUND EFFECT OF PENGS LANDING WAS GREAT

I HAD TO GO BACK AND LISTEN TO IT AGAIN

OKAY

DID YOU JUST CALL YELLOW TUSK DARLINGNDLKMSFDF

hang on i gotta make sure i heard that right i’ve been mishearing things a lot lately

IT STILL SOUNDS LIKE HE SAYS DARLINGNSF;KLMSF

OKAY WELP CELESTIAL REALM TIME IG HERE WE GO

EPS GETTING CLOSE TO OVER

OOP THEYV’E ARRIVEDHGBSD;LFSE HECK EHCK EHCKE

NEZHA IMMEDEATELY

RED SON STANDING NEXTGT AAAAAA NEXT TO HIM HECK EHCKMEVDFNG;LKSMSEF HECK IT S BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I STIMMED HECK

THE WHOLE ARMY THERE TO MEE TTHEM HECKGHECKEHCKEHCEK

WHAT AN ENTERENCE TOO

HECK EHC

AAAAA

IS NEZHA GONNA SEE SWK TRAPPED?? IS ANYONE GONNA KNOW OR CARE???

I JUST REALLY WANNA SEE REACTIONS PLEEAAAASEEEEEE THERE’S SO MUCH IN THIS EP AND IT WAS SO CHILL FOR A BIT HECK EHCK

Azure’s not but Red Son is ig CACKLESGSLD;KFMDS

WHAT A COOL THING THAT RED SON IS STANDING WITH THE CELESTIALS HUH

ITS NEAT THEY’RE OKAY WITH THAT AND NOT LIKE

LOCKING HIM UP

AND ITS NEAT HE HAS LIKE

A PORTAL FREE PASS TO GET THERE I WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT THAT

i am constantly wheezing at how Azure acts with his self-righteous sighing and long-suffering act like he’s so annoying pleasenL;GKMAWEF

THERE ARE SO MANY AMVS I CAN MAKE WITH THIS STUFF MAN

OHHHHH

OH THE SOUND I JUST MADE

THE PARALLEL WITH THE THEME SONG PLEASE

LOOK AT THAT

AAAAAAAAAAAAA

AND THAT’S THE EP FOLKS

HECK DUDE

That was a highly enjoyable one

Fr tho I love Ao Lei So much he’s so good

THAT WAS FUN

I have pretty much no thoughts after it was just kinda a nice breather ep for most of it, i’m a huge fan of how the Shifu is training them and stuff like dang

just well done, good stuff m A N

that was fun want to write about these guys so much every single time i get anything like this hgbdfskldmf MAN THO MK

MACAQUE BEING SO MUCH MORE CHILL NOW IS GETTING TO ME HECK

I’M STILL SO MAD AT AZURE FOR WEARING SWK’S BROKEN PIECE OF THE SCROLL ON HIS BELT HOW FREAKING DARE YOU ANYWAY

I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO EP TEN DEAR GOSH WE’RE ALMOST CAUGHT UP LETS FREAKING GOOOOOOOO

I’LL SEE YOU GUYS NEXT WEEK KNOX OUT

#knox reacts #monkie kid season 4 #lmk s4 spoilers #i actually forgot how i used to tag these reaction posts #ANYWAY WE VIBIN #I HOPE AZURE GETS FREAKING DECKED

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hudson-whorenet · 9 months

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Random Cars thoughts I think about all the time pt.1

It’s currently fairly late (early?) and I can’t sleep so imma talk about things in the cars universe that I think about near constantly. Ok 1 2 3 GO

Mater private eye

Dude I think about this short all the fucking time man, but do you know what the best part about it is imo?

This character design RIGHT here. DUDEEEEE ok this might just be my sheer adoration of classic/vintage cars but this bitch showed up and I went feral a bit. First of I cannot believe they created such a bomb ass character for this five minute short and he’s just never seen again but dude it fits the 1920’s theme so perfectly, the way they’ve exaggerated the front fenders to resemble the turned up collar of a trench coat, the way his roof resembles a flat cap like it’s literally so COOL MAN. I actually can’t stress enough how excited my pathetic little monkey brain got when I saw this design for the first time. The fact (In my opinion) that they were trying to mirror the car seen in peaky blinders (1927 Bentley 6.5 litre) is also extremely cool as you can see the whole gangster element really come through in the character before he’s even properly introduced RAHHHH. I’m so incredibly biased about this because this design alone hits like three of my hyper fixations at once but RAHAHRBHAHAHSBS HES SO FUCKING COOL I NEED TO OWN HIS DIE CAST AHHH

The Thomasville racers

I would just like to state my love for the thomasville racers. YES I know they play a moderate role in the third film and get plenty of screen time I guess but in my humble opinion THEY DESERVE MORE. Do you have ANY idea how hard a prequel movie/series would go (I KNOW ITS EXTREMELY UNLIKELY AND KINDA IMPOSSIBLE) I would give a kidney to see these characters in their prime, just from the flash backs of their races I just know it would be so much fun to watch. Seeing them interact with Doc would be an absolute highlight, being able to gauge their own personal relationships with him, Louise’s feelings towards him (fucking pop off babe love her) it would all be so interesting to see and I would start backflipping irl if Pixar EVER announced they were going to expand on them as characters. Also river is the best I didn’t talk abt him here because I don’t have any immediate thoughts but be’s silly and I enjoy him.

Car biology

Now there is one thing that comes to mind in this fucking fandom when you talk about car biology, and that is the obvious how the fuck do they reproduce. DOESN’T MATTER I HAVE A BIGGER QUESTION. Are their eyes wet. Hear me out here ok, cars cry, we see it happen and there’s implications at multiple different points throughout the franchise that they have tears. Does this mean their eyes are wet??? Or are they crying wiper fluid or something? I feel like that would make sense but the line between what are bodily fluids and what are yummy delicious beverages is so painfully blurred that It wouldn’t surprise me if they’re chugging wiper fluid too. The eyes are wet argument is overall kinda silly because we see lifeless car wrecks in some of the shorts and the windshield is still intact! So this presents something worse than eyes are wet, it implies that the car itself is like an exoskeleton and all the meaty important parts are on the inside! Yay! I only say this because we know they have brains obviously and it’s mentioned in some official book that I can’t remember the name of right now but it’s CANON they have brains. So are the brains MEAT? Because if the brains are meat then the eyes are probably squishy too!! But if they have windshields and we think about the exoskeleton thing are their eyes just freakish gelatinous cubes smushed behind the windshield? BUT IF THATS THE CASE WHY DO THEY NEED EYELIDS? I’m aware that this is all highly stupid and trivial but Pixar made too many decisions with absolutely no was to explain them in a child-friendly way and ultimately backed themselves into a corner about stuff like this and now there’s sleep deprived neurodivergents on tumblr dot com trying to pick up the pieces.

Anyway that’s it for this one I might post more of these in the future because it’s fun to just rant about ridiculous shit for no reason lmao

#cars fandom #pixar cars #cars 2006 #doc hudson #tow mater #cars

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lunar-wandering · 2 years

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after effect

you can’t expect me to believe they all immediately went back to being happy, especially since Wukong got POSSESSED. this is set inbetween the end of the battle and the scene at the end with the noodles

TW: panic attacks, Wukong throws up (ive marked the start and end of any mentions of it with a *, so it can be skipped), injury mentions

Word Count: 2.8k

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Wukong bounced his leg.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Macaque's ear twitch in his general direction, but other than that, the shadow monkey currently sitting beside him while simultaneously trying to keep as much distance between them as possible didn't pay any attention to him.

Which was fair. Macaque focus was mostly on the girl laying on the bed across from them, sound asleep, curled up with Mo within her arms.

She'd passed out before any of them had managed to get her name.

The van went over a small bump in the road, jostling them, and the girl whimpered in her sleep.

Wukong winced.

The girl's back had been injured pretty badly. They'd done what they could, and both Macaque and Wukong himself had poured a bit of magic into it... but there was only so much they could do.

It'd be very likely she'd have difficulties walking in the future.

On the bunk above her, MK and Red Son sat huddled up on each side of Mei. Red Son seemed to be nodding off, and MK and Mei were having a whispered conversation that Wukong couldn't pick up. He could ask Macaque what they were talking about. But he won't. Macaque hadn't said a word to him this whole time after all.

Wukong's leg kept bouncing as he shifted his gaze towards the front of the van.

Pigsy and Tang sat in shotgun, Tang on Pigsy's lap, calmly reading a book while Pigsy kept his eyes out the window. Sandy was driving.

A quick check with his golden vision revealed Nezha sitting on the roof, completely oblivious to the winds as they drove.

Overall, everyone seemed...calm. Relaxing, after the long battle, they deserved the rest.

But Wukong just couldn't relax.

The speed of his bouncing leg kicked up a notch. His tail started swishing behind him to accompany it. Macaque's ear twitched in his direction again, but Wukong ignored it. His mind was spinning.

The Lady Bone Demon was gone. They'd evaporated her with the might of the staff and the Samadhi fire combined.

His claws dug into his arm, scratching.

The Lady was gone, so why did he still feel like she was crawling under his skin? Her energy flowing through his veins, surrounding his heart. Her power blinding his vision, swirling in his brain. Her voice ringing in his ears. The spirits contained within him.

Within him.

Oh heavens, she'd been within him.

Wukong shuddered. And didn't stop shuddering. Wukong thought that was weird. People didn't usually shudder for very long did they? Shaking then. No, but that couldn't be right. He's Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, he doesn't shake. He does not tremble.

Wukong took a deep breath in.

It came out a little faster than usual.

He could feel his skin heating up. His heart pounding in his ears. Like the sound of echoing footsteps across a wooden floor.

He tried to take another deep breath, but it caught, once again coming out slightly irregular.

He'd attacked them. He'd frozen Nezha. Frozen Mei. Punched Red Son in the gut. Thrown MK off a cliff. Hurt Macaque so badly he could barely stand.

Wukong ignored the fact that he himself, was still hurt. That his injuries had yet to be treated because he had not brought them up. He was the invulnerable Monkey King after all. He didn't get hurt.

So then why did his chest feel so tight?

Mei was the one with the ring of fire in her chest. Why was it starting to feel like one was forming inside of his?

Why did it make him feel so scared?

...

He could still feel her crawling under his skin.

The fire reached his throat.

Wukong abruptly realized that he was hyperventilating.

And that he was definitely going to be sick.

Standing up, he almost collapsed, feeling weak in the knees, but he managed to steady himself. Too deep in his own mind to register the stares of those on the beds around him, he grabbed the bucket that had been placed in the van in case of emergencies, finally letting himself fall to his knees as he pulled it close.

Sandy stopped the van as soon as he heard the dry heaving.

"Monkey King?!" MK slid out of Mei's grasp, jumping down from the bed and hurriedly moving beside his mentor. Mei shook Red Son awake, and Macaque stood up, his tail freezing in shock. Tang got off of Pigsy's lap as they and Sandy made their way back.

Wukong continued to tremble, clutching onto the bucket hard enough that if he weren't in such a weak state, it would most certainly break. Without even meaning or wanting to, he started crying as he dry heaved again. (He hadn't eaten anything in...days, really. Maybe he should've. Would that have made this experience better or worse? Wukong didn't know).

Above him, the others shared a concerned glance.

"Easy there, Monkey." Pigsy said, slowly kneeling down beside him and reaching out to rub a comforting circle on Wukong's back.

Wukong's fur, already standing on end, bristled.

"Don't!" He yelled, barely managing enough strength to pull himself off the ground for long enough to spin around, before he was collapsing back to the floor, now facing the others. His breaths unsteady, wheezing, the skin on his back burning, the sensation reminding him of the Lady Bone Demon's energy plunging into his body, of the spear plunging between his shoulder blades, of the mountain, keeping him t r a p p e d-

The armour around his neck felt too heavy. Like it was choking him.

Desperate, nearly choking on a sob, Wukong let go of the bucket, hands instead moving to claw at the armour in an attempt to get it off. His eyes squeezed shut as he couldn't manage it, letting out a whine.

Gentle hands encircled his, holding them away from the armour despite Wukong's attempts to continue clawing at it, and another set of hands carefully pulled the armour off of him. He let out another gasping breath, air still not coming in easy even though the weight of the armour had been removed.

His eyes hurt.

The tears blurred his vision, leaving him unable to tell who was doing what. Vaguely, he heard what sounded like a door being opened, but couldn't register much else.

All he could hear was the sound of tumbling rocks as the mountain shifted above him.

The hands rubbing circles onto his was the only thing reminding him that he was no longer trapped.

Wukong squeezed his eyes shut, trying hard to picture a clear blue sky and open field, and didn't even register that his glamours had fallen. The hands holding his paused, for a second, before resuming rubbing circles into his palms, somehow even gentler than before.

Someone else placed a hand upon his chest.

"Breathe, Sun Wukong."

An aura of energy of some kind entered his chest, and Wukong almost choked on it, expecting the sting of the Lady Bone Demon's cold hands filling his chest-

But no.

This was warm.

Wukong took a deep breath in.

And a slow breath out.

It didn't- it didn't burn, like the smoke of the furnace, the fire of Samadhi, or the molten copper that had been shoved down his throat.

This felt-

It felt comforting.

Before he knew it, Wukong was tilting forwards, all his days without sleep finally catching up to him, his body feeling heavy with exhaustion as his eyes slid shut.

The last thing he registered was the sensation of arms wrapping around him.

"What did you do?!" MK whisper-yelled, almost panicked as he caught his mentor, keeping him from having a close encounter with the floor. Mei let go of Wukong's hands, and Nezha stood up, moving back from where he'd been leaning in front of Wukong.

"I calmed him down, nothing else." Nezha said, staring down at the fast asleep Monkey King with an emotion MK could only label as concern. "The fact he passed out immediately though is... odd. When was the last time he slept?"

The room went silent as everyone mentally came to the same conclusion; Sun Wukong hadn't slept in a while.

From where he still stood in frozen in front of the bed he'd initially been sitting on, Macaque let out a shaky exhale. Nezha immediately spun around to him.

"Don't you start up now too, monkey. Don't think I'll do the same thing to you as I did for him." He said, Macaque simply waving him off as he slowly made his way over to look down at Wukong.

He tsked.

"Those sleeves are unsalvageable." He said, the others blinking in confusion before glancing back down at Wukong's sleeves. Sure enough, he'd torn them in his panic, to the point there were very visible tear lines. Red Son let out a strangled laugh.

"Seriously? That's what you're focusing on right now?"

When Wukong started to stir, the first thing he noticed was the light breeze on his face. He groaned, blearily trying to open his eyes, wincing as he adjusted to the sunshine.

Wait, hadn't he been inside before-

He tried to rush into a standing position, but failed upon the sensation of pain in his chest and legs, and a surprising sense of weakness (and tiredness. But hey, he was always tired, so that didn't count). He fell back down, grunting, before planting a hand against the ground and slowly pulling himself up into a sitting position instead.

The second thing he noticed was that his glamours were down, and there were bandages wrapped around him.

It was pretty obvious, considering he could now actually see his recently singed fur, it looked like it had been...somewhat treated though. It didn't look nearly as messy as it had the last time he'd looked. There were bandages on his arms- the sleeves of his outfit had been taken off. Weird. He didn't remember that happening.

He brought one hand up to his face and was met with a bandage on his cheek, where Nezha's spear had sliced him. Weird, he hadn't thought it was bad enough to have needed a bandage, it was nothing a quick glamour couldn't disguise after all, but then again, he'd always been bad about telling when his own injuries were serious. All he knew was whether or not something hurt.

There were bandages wrapped around his forehead. He could feel the light pressure from them. It reminded him of when Mei had treated his (already glamoured) injuries on the airship, as well as.... something from a lot, lot longer ago.

He wasn't sure if it made him feel comforted or anxious.

Choosing to ignore it, to put it in the back of his mind to never address again, he finally started to take in more of his surroundings.

They were still in the desert on the outskirts of the city. Sandy had said something about there being a nice camping spot where they could all relax for a bit, but based on the surrounding area he was pretty sure they hadn't made it there yet. He could call their surroundings many things, but "nice camping spot" was not one of them.

The van was parked nearby, they'd placed him underneath the shade of the lone tree in the area. Now that he was paying more attention, he realized he was laying on top of at least 3 blankets (he was pretty sure at least one of them belonged to MK), and one of Mei's older jackets was resting on his lap (it must've been resting on his chest and stomach before, and had slid down when he'd tried to stand). A chill went down his spine, so he carefully picked it up and slung it over his shoulders, pulling it close.

The others were sitting on a picnic blanket nearby, eating what looked like sandwiches. The girl must've woken up while he was out, as she was using Tang's arm for balance as she gently sat down. She looked a little shaky. Wukong would have to- to make her a cane with magic in it or- or something. He had to do something, even though it could never possibly make up for what he'd done-

"I see you're finally awake."

Wukong did his best not to jump, but his fur did bristle, as he turned to the left to see Sandy calmly sitting beside him. He had no idea how he'd missed noticing him. The water demon did seem to somehow have a habit of sneaking up on people.

"How are you feeling?" Sandy asked, before holding out a cup of steaming tea for Wukong to take.

Wukong stared down at the cup blankly.

He didn't exactly...like warm drinks.

"Uh-" He started to speak, and then clicked his mouth shut, the sound of his voice surprising him. He sounded gravelly, and he winced as his throat suddenly tinged with pain. He eyed the cup of tea again. He wasn't exactly keen on drinking it, but any form of liquid probably would help, but then he'd have to explain why the sensation would make him wince and then-

"Chill out a little, Wukong." A new voice said, and both Wukong and Sandy both leaned back as Macaque appeared out of the shadows beside them, holding his hand out over the tea, forming a little shadow portal and letting a couple of ice cubes fall into the cup. Wukong blinked in shock, and Sandy tilted his head a little, clearly confused and about to ask Macaque why he'd done that-

"Ey- Macaque!" Pigsy yelled, and Macaque, who had been slouching, immediately stood ramrod straight. Pigsy stepped forwards, reaching to the side and taking Nezha's spear out of his hands, the god watching him do this in offence and disbelief, but making no move to stop him as Pigsy approached the shadow monkey, spun the staff around-

And bonked Macaque on the head with it.

"I told you- no shadowy business." Pigsy said.

"Right, you got it, no shadowy business." Macaque sidestepped, brushing the spear away from his face. Pigsy huffed, before walking back over to the picnic blanket, tossing the spear back to Nezha, who caught it expertly. Pigsy sat down, turning his head back to face Wukong. "We've got sandwiches and fruits over here, whenever you're ready."

Wukong could do nothing but nod.

Sandy offered him the cup of tea again, and this time Wukong took it, blowing on it instinctively before taking a sip.

It was surprisingly cool.

Pausing, Wukong looked up and over at where Macaque was now leaning against the side of the van, away from everyone else. Macaque, upon noticing him staring, pointedly looked away, pulling his scarf up over the lower half of his face.

Wukong glanced back down at his recently iced tea.

He took another sip.

Sandy, seeing that Wukong was actually drinking something now, stood up, gently patting Wukong on the head as he walked back over to the picnic blanket. Wukong froze mid-sip, for a brief second, before choosing to pretend it hadn't even happened.

He almost choked when MK sat down beside him, heavily leaning against his side (though notably not heavy enough to actually make any of his injuries hurt). Wukong's tail stilled for a split second, before starting to swish back and forth as he processed the close contact.

They sat there in silence for a few minutes.

"Are you...okay?" MK eventually asked, pulling the staff out of his pocket and fiddling with it.

For a moment, Wukong considered lying.

He thought better of it.

"...No." He answered, feeling MK tense beside him. "I haven't been okay in a long time, MK."

MK let out a breath.

And then he wrapped an arm around Wukong's shoulders, pulling him into a one armed hug. Wukong tensed, but then relaxed into the touch.

"You know you can tell us about anything, right? It doesn't have to be me, it could be Tang, or Pigsy, just. Any of us. We'd be willing to listen." MK said, "Even if it is about your collection of merch from that show you like to watch that's hidden under your bed."

"My wha- I don't have- when did you-"

"I have my ways, Monkey King." MK did a little peace sign, before reverting back to being serious. "But like, seriously. You can talk to us."

"...I'll keep that in mind, kid." Wukong said, "...But also I think you might wanna get back to your picnic, I think Mei and Red Son are having a competition on who can steal the most of your food before anyone notices, and Macaque is winning."

"Oh sh-"

MK quickly got up, running back over to his plate, letting out a loud "Hey!" as he witnessed Red Son trying to take another piece of his sandwich off of his plate. Wukong watched him go with a smile, that quickly slipped back into a neutral expression.

He'd have to apologize to MK later. For...everything.

#Monkie Kid #my writing

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