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respawnjupiter · 9 months ago
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"I want a baby" prank
— Featuring Lego Monkie Kid characters!
(Macaque, Wukong, Sandy, MK, Tang, Pigsy, Mei, Redson, Spider Queen, & Mayor)
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╰⪼ Six-Eared Macaque
(I headcanon he's broke af)
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╰⪼ Sun Wukong
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╰⪼ Sandy
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╰⪼ MK
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╰⪼ Mei
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╰⪼ Redson
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╰⪼ Tang Sangzang
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╰⪼ Pigsy
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╰⪼ Spider Queen
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╰⪼ Mayor
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quixotical-lymbo · 8 months ago
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Pairing: Sandy x gn!chubby!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: No pain, no gain. Thankfully, you have a pretty neat yoga buddy.  Warnings/Tags: Cussing, Sandy being wholesome as always, Sandy using cute nicknames, exercising, and brief low self-esteem mentioned.    Word Count: 500+ words 
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 "You can do it, superstar! Just a few more, don't give up!" 
"Sandy, I-...I can't!" 
You felt the behemoth of a man shift behind you. 
You gasped as you were slowly pushed forward by his bare chest pressing against your back. Your legs felt like jello the more those massive hands gently pried them apart. Sweat dripped from your brow as a groan erupted from your parted lips. The shared body heat within the room made it harder to motivate yourself to continue. 
"You can, look! Sunshine, you're almost there!" 
"Fuck-!" You almost knocked the top of your head into Sandy's chin as his beard brushed against your neck. You rolled out from under him and laid flat on the ground panting like a dog. Your poor legs giving out after finally getting a break from being forcefully pulled into a pathetic-excuse for a straddle split. 
Sandy gasped, clutching his 'pearls' at your foul language. "Remember what I said about those kinds of words, sunshine, never-" 
"-never speak dirty words unless you want to eat soap afterwards, yeah, yeah, I know," You grumbled as you threw an arm over your eyes. "Give me a few hours, fu-I mean, gosh, that hurt like a bitc-beach."
Sandy narrowed his eyes at your choice of words before nodding in agreement.  
"It wouldn't be wise to put your muscles under so much stress for too long! I'll let you have thirty seconds before we try another pose," The blue man chirped before grabbing his yoga-for-dummies manual to skim through it. 
Sighing, you lifted your arm to glance at your larger than life friend. It was hard enough for him to convince you to join him in exercising, but the lack of results from this rigorous training left you feeling hopeless. You were on the big side ever since you were young. Your parents commented on it, your doctors commented on it, heck, even a few unsavory classmates mentioned your wide physique behind your back. 
It wasn't like you were upset about it anymore, but those comments made you resign in your fate of always being the fat, undesirable one in the group. 
You suppose voicing these concerns as a joke to Sandy was your first mistake. As much as you loved the blue giant, his insistence to help his friends in need could really be…overwhelming to say the least. Nevertheless, you appreciated the attempt. 
"You ready to go, sunshine?" Sandy stood over your deflated form with a large smile on his bearded face. His hand reached down, palm facing up for you to grab a hold of. "I found a few easier poses for us to try, but if you wanna go ahead with our tea party…" 
You exhaled softly through your nose before placing your hand in his. You squealed as Sandy yanked you up until your feet were dangling over the floor. His snicker followed by your slap to his bicep made him lower you back onto the mat. 
"Hmmm, sure, big guy, I could go for a few more." 
"Great, now bend over!" 
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lint-beetle4 · 6 months ago
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Ooo, May I have a Sandy x female reader where it goes from fluff to smut. It can go like how reader fell in love with Sha Wujing but was heartbroken when he died but now is reincarnated as Sandy. The reader wants to stay away to not get her feelings her cause he's mortal and he'll eventually die but Sandy sees something wrong with her. Maybe after a year or sometime they eventually do get together.🥰
❤️Hope u stay safe and healthy❤️
Swaying Tides (Sandy X Fem!Reader, Fluff, Angst and a Smidge of Lime)
(Anon, I'm so sorry, but I couldn't fit the smut in. I hope this lime pleases you!)
As an immortal, you knew not to get too close with mortals
They were such fragile things, affected by the sands of time
Yet you? You were beyond such things. You had all the time in the world, witnessing the evolution of man and the growth of gods
You were content being alone, but unfortunately, you came to serve the celestial realm as a messenger of Guanyin
You had been told to collect a monk and his lackeys and aid them in their journey west
Dutifully, you did so, meeting the funny little mortals--and Wukong
One of them intrigued you though, a water demon by the name Sha Wujing
Cast down from heaven and forced to eat people to survive, you saw the gentle nature of the demon emerging from his powerful exterior
He was honest, good man, you had to admit
Soft yet strong and filled with enough wit to question the world around him
Time went on and before the journey's end, you two confessed your love in the silence of a moon-lit night
While you couldn't explore each other's body--such is the way of Tang's principals--, it seldom mattered as you two became inseparable, love-sick smiles on your faces as you faced the journey west with confident strides
You never smiled so widely again as you found your lover's body on the ground, honor draping over his still corpse as his spirit left
Time marched forward with you alone, Sun Wukong had gone off to his subjects, pushing you to join him
He eventually met his successor, and you eventually met the familiar eyes of your past lover, his gentle features and rugged body all the same yet different
It was truly him. You gaped at the giant before you, his eyes filled with worry and curiosity.
You quickly composed yourself, slightly bowing to the tall demon.
"Ah, sorry--you just look like someone I knew, but--" You muttered under your breath, "You're not him."
"Oh--well," The blue demon perked up happily, a wide smile on his face. "That's no problem! My name is Sandy. What's yours?"
You shook his hand, nostalgia filling your chest is his larger hand enveloped yours. It was warm, tender, able to break your bones easy yet too afraid to more than a gentle squeeze. You held back a sigh, watching as Wukong's student dragged him away for something.
"Looks just like that him, yeah?" You jumped at Wukong's voice, head snapping to see him with sad eyes. "They're all here again--united like we once were."
"Yet, they're all different." You sighed. "We're lucky in that sense. To be here with them again is--"
"A blessing." Wukong finished for you, "You should try talking to him. He might not be your Wujing, but he's still the same gentle giant you knew."
You hoped to the gods that he stayed the same.
Sandy was probably more compassionate than his past life, impossibly so.
"That must've been so hard to deal with." He spoke sadly, hands holding yours. "To deal with the loss of a loved one is such a painful thing for you to overcome. You truly are as strong as Wukong says."
His words hit you just as hard, filled with wisdom only a a life of hardship could grant a person. You cried in his chest as you recalled the way your lover passed, and Sandy was there for you all the same.
Your heart yearned for your Sha Wujing, but slowly, as months passed to years, you learned to love Sandy, to make more room in your heart for a man who was different than your lover in many ways.
Sandy was calmer, more gentle, and a loving cat owner.
Mo seemed to like you quite well, enthusiastically greeting you during your visits to Sandy's boat. You ended up helping Sandy on his boat as well, learning the art to a soothing tea. With plentiful smooches and cuddle sessions, you grew comfortable with your lover as you did before.
The thought of his mortality scared you, you admitted to Sandy late at night after fun conversations and bountiful laughter.
"I understand." Sandy sighed. "You'll have to see me die one day."
The blue demon turned to you, arms embracing you warmly. "But, I've never been so happy so spend my life with you. I hope that one day, we'll be united again in other life."
"I'll be waiting." You laugh sadly. "You're such a wonderful man. I'm happy enough to have this moment to remember."
"Smart thinking." Sandy praised, kissing you on the forehead. "Focusing on the present lets you ground yourself to the here-and-now."
"The most important moment of all." You grin, your lips softly melting into Sandy's.
Sandy reciprocated with tender passion, his tongue exploring your mouth while you removed your clothing, feeling his hands cup your face with a loving gaze.
"Can I?"
He always asked despite never needing to. It made you giddy inside.
"Of course," You hummed, smile never leaving your face as your hands guided his lower, to your breast. "Take your time now. I want to remember this moment for eternity."
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jades-fanfics · 2 years ago
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AHAA HAII REALLY FIXATED ON LMK RN SOO
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Sandy x gn!reader hc time :3
More under the cut!
This man? this silly himbo right here? The man loves cuddling. He will absolutely just hold you and cuddle you until you either wanna leave or you both fall asleep
If your having a meltdown, panic attack, or anything at all he will be with you immediately. He’ll give you some love, and reassure you that everything will be alright
He gets like- super clingy in the mornings so he’ll most likely hold onto you for awhile when you guys first wake up
If your in pain or sick, expect this man to take the best care of you- your not gonna be out of his sight all day-
He also uses petnames/nicknames a lot- like “honeybunchs”, “dear”, “little one”, “sweetheart” etc etc
Anyway that’s all I got- but sandy said he loves y’all :33
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Giving me polls was the worst move this site could have made but here we are, let the games begin! Please reblog to get the most results and leave any suggestions in the tags/reblogs/replies! Thank you all in advance!
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crybaby-magic · 6 months ago
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Sandy
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✮ oneshots
✮ drabbles
✮fanfics
✮headcanons
✮mini series
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theladyheroine · 3 months ago
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ROTG OC Ideas! 💡❄️
❥ Hello everyone! 👋🏽 I know I already posted the other day but I came up with this quick one for fun lol, enjoy!
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New Year’s Eve/Day - Global
Lady Justice - Global
Diwali - India
Holi - India
Lunar New Year - China
Mid-Autumn Festival - China
The Monkey King - China
Jade Rabbit - China
La Calavera Catrina - Mexico
The White Knight - England
The Rose Queen - Britain
Lady of the Lake - Britain
Old Man Winter - Greece
Nymphs - Greece (Universal)
The Mermaid King - Denmark (Universal)
The Snow Queen - Denmark
La Befana - Italy
The Brave Little Tailor - Germany
Lady Columbia - America
The Coyote - America (Native American)
The Rainbow Crow - America (Native American)
The Golden Mermaid - Thailand
Momotaro - Japan
Moon Rabbit - Japan
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jttw-monkeybusiness · 1 year ago
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Wukong can't catch a break sometimes, can he?
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strange-little-spy · 1 month ago
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Popcorn
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summary: You teach the recovering Winter Soldier how to make popcorn
Warnings: post-hydra Winter Soldier ~ recovery from trauma ~ domestic fluff ~ soft!winter soldier ~ general fluff ~mention of trafficking, nothing more
AN: Personally, popcorn is one of my favorite snacks, so I wondered what it would be like sharing with the Winter Soldier. Also this is dedicated to @embarnes for their amazing little series of which this cannot compare to.
Word Count: 1693 words
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It had been so long since he had come to you for most things, he was pretty self-sufficient when it came to normal things, his own care, feeding himself, all good things. But you had come to crave the days he came to you with a shirt and asked if you could help him. He was very minimal in his speech, making it rather childlike and quite adorable when he did come to you with small or simple tasks.
It was good, his progress. You could only hope now he could be left on his own sooner rather than later…
Anyways, you had only three weaknesses. Black-and-white movies, popcorn and him. Mix all three together? Oh boy was it the time of your life.
You enjoyed showing Bucky— or as he referred to himself, Soldat, how to make things like cookies or bread. But he was fascinated when you had first returned to the living room with a bowl full of buttery flaky goodness you called popcorn. And when he tasted it, oh my, he was hooked. He practically begged you to make more when the bowl was empty. To which you happily complied.
He loved it, he watched you make it, taking in breathes of the buttery scent from the kitchen. You sometimes even made it just for him even when he didn’t ask for it. You just saw that look and headed for the kitchen.
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One slow evening, he approached you silently, the jar where you kept the kernels in his mismatched hands.
“Hi.” You greeted, offering a smile. “Whatcha got there?”
“Popcorn.” He looked to the jar. “Make, please.”
“Alright, bring that into the kitchen then.” You stood up and turned on the stove as you passed the knobs. Grabbing the large pot in which you made the snack in, you set it on the burner. You never liked microwave popcorn, too buttery in your opinion, so you stove-popped yours. It gave it sort of a homemade flavor.
“Tell you what,” You looked to the soldier as he gingerly set the jar on the wooden countertop of the island between you two. “I’ll show you how to make it, how does that sound? That way you can do this yourself, I’ll watch you, of course just to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”
He gave you that bug-eyed stare of confusion and surprise. “I can make it?”
“Sure, why not? I think you enjoy it more than I do.” Granted he probably hadn’t had it in over 70 years,  but still. He was enthusiastic about it.
“Okay…” He rumbled, slowly inching his larger frame over to the stove. He almost saw it as a taboo area, only you could work the knobs and the hot burners. But you had slowly coaxed him into working it under your supervision and guidance.
“So you take the ghee butter.” You pointed to the small jar of the butter before handing him a spoon. “Take a few scoops of it with the back of the spoon and lather it on the bottom of the pan, but be careful not to touch the pan.”
He obeyed without word, being extra attentive of where his hand was to the pan. The butter began to melt as he rubbed the back of the spoon onto the pan, adding three scoops of butter.
He looked to you with anticipation, the spoon and jar in his hands still.
“Good, good, now put the spoon in the sink and put the jar back there.”
He did so as you pulled the measuring cup out and poured around 1 cup of kernels into the Pyrex glass. You handed it to the soldier as he turned back to you and the stove.
“Now pour this in the pan and put the lid over it, we don’t want popcorn everywhere.” You teased. That was one of your odd bucket list items; Make popcorn without a lid.
He made sure the lid was on as he peered through the glass, waiting for the first pop. You hauled yourself onto the counter and waited, watching. You smiled when you remembered the first time he saw the little white puff appear in the pan. His eyes had gotten as big as baseballs. He didn’t leave your side when you made it afterwards, enthralled by the steady appearance of white puffs in the pot as the kernels vanished. Your enjoyed the transparent lid as well, it was a shared stimulation.
Pop! He jumped when the first kernel popped into existence, leaping toward the lid and falling back down, followed by another which soon became a snowstorm of popcorn.
“Start shaking it so they won’t burn.” You instructed, grasping the handles of the pot and giving it a shake back and forth to show him. He grabbed the handles and shook it a few times before stopping to let you lift the lid just enough to let the steam out.
In a few moments, the pot was full with fluffy goodness.
“Take it off the burner,” You said while grabbing the bowls from the cabinet and setting them next to each other on the island. “And pour it in these.”
He looked at you before taking the lid off and carefully pouring the puffs into the bowls.
“Good job!” You smiled, taking the still hot pot and putting it back on an empty burner. “Now pick one of the bowls and how ‘bout finding us a movie?”
He stared at you again, surprised. “Mine?”
“Well, yeah, you made it, you should be entitled to have your own bowl then.” You shrugged, sliding the bowl on the left toward him. “You want salt?”
“Please.” He rumbled, his hands cupping the bowl.
You sprinkled a few shakes of salt onto the bowl and some on your own. “If you want more salt, I’m putting it right here, okay?” You planted the glass shaker on the island before grabbing your bowl, turning off the kitchen light and heading into the living room.
He followed you closely, already picking a few pieces out of his bowl.
“You wanna pick the movie?” You asked before plopping onto the couch and grabbing the large blanket you always had. He nodded and crouched beside the DVD rack that you kept the extensive collection of older movies on, mostly gifts from your parents. You were what you might call a classic’s snob.
“This.” He handed you a case.
“Ooh, I like your taste.” You commented, taking the movie and turning on the DVD player. “I like 101 Dalmatians.”
He didn’t reply but dug into his popcorn, relishing the buttery flavor.
You kept the movie at a low volume just to keep the louder or more sudden noises from startling him. He’d watched this movie before, but you knew he wasn’t the biggest fan of loud noises. You weren’t either, matter of fact. You always had a pair of noise-canceling headphones around.
“Want the blanket?” You offered when you felt his nudge his metal shoulder next to you. You knew his arm could get cold and it would agitate him when it did, so you were a source of warm and comfort for these moments.
He nodded, chewing slowly.
You smiled softly and wrapped the queen sized blanket around his legs and pulled it closer to you both. You loved, loved, loved it when he practically demanded attention. You couldn’t rush him, but when the day came when he willingly snuggled next to you, it was as if your heart shattered when he finally showed his trust.
He still pressed himself into a corner every so often, his eyes empty as he relived something terrible from his past. You thought it best not to pry about these episodes, but you offered many sources of comfort for him in any way you could.
You were careful. It wasn’t as if you didn’t trust him, but he was still dangerous in his own sense. True, you had the sedatives to put him under if such an incident occurred, but you felt sick to your stomach when you thought about what might happen to him if you actually needed to use them.
He’d actually kind of grown on you. It wasn’t as if you resented him when the Avengers first offered you the task of harboring the literal world’s finest assassin. Brainwashed, not to mention. Why had they asked you when Steve was the better option?? One. He seemed to like you when he saw you. Two. Steve was always busy with missions and figuring the cases out. Three. You had experience with victims of sex-trafficking along with two foster teenagers who claimed you were quite the wonder.
Even then, over the last year, he’d grown attached to you. You were the only one he sought out after an episode. He searched specifically for you when you brought him to the compound for Steve’s birthday, he had stuck by your side the entire time after he found you. He reminded you very much of the rescue dogs your friend from college fostered. They had likes, dislikes, triggers and such, but they were incredibly affectionate and loyal once you gained their trust and showed real kindness and simply human love. It was only natural he would crave your presence.
You blinked awake and realized the movie was almost over, the sound of gentle snoring beneath you. When you looked down, you couldn’t help smiling at Bucky who was sound asleep, his arm wrapped up in his own blanket along with the larger one over you as he pressed himself close to you, seeking your warmth even in his sleep. The words ‘Teddy Bear’ came to mind when you saw him.  The two empty bowls were set on the coffee table, apparently set there by the sleeping soldier on your lap. You muffled a quiet squeal of excitement and carefully resettled yourself so you and Bucky would be more comfortable. The scent of the minty shampoo you let him use wafted between the buttery scent of the popcorn creating a rather soothing mixture as you feel back into the lull of sleep
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Thank you for reading! Dividers by @strangergraphics
Tag list: @fictionalmenjusthitdifferent ~ @oh-to-be-a-murderer ~ @thebestmerc-1 ~ @itzzkaylaaa ~ @twoarrsandonesea
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luxthestrange · 6 months ago
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LMK Incorrect quotes#106 Old man yaoi
@ Sandy & Hunstman Wedding...
Tang to Sandy, who's about to get married: Today, two families are becoming one-
Macaque in an ominous voice: Two families enter, and one family leaves
Pigsy: That sounds so threatening
Mk & Mei: The Wedding Games...
Wukong: May the bouquet toss be ever in your favor...
Y/n: Beautiful
Huntsman: F#$% all of you-
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hannahbarberra162 · 4 months ago
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The Crocodile's Gambit, Part 2
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I can't seem to write short fics :/ Crocodile's never been rejected, and he's not starting now.
on Ao3
Chapter one
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“No.”
Crocodile was stunned by your swift rejection. You didn’t even think twice about his offer or consider the pros and cons. It was in stark contrast to the way he knew your mind worked, weighing the odds of different outcomes, like you did in chess.
“What do you mean no?” he gritted out.
“Oh, right. No, thank you,” you replied, inclining your head. That was not what he had meant. Crocodile had been trying to teach you some social etiquette, including saying please and thank you. Now was not the time.
“Fine, name your price,” Crocodile said dismissively, crossing one leg over the other. Maybe you needed something else to sweeten the deal other than joining a better crew. If you wanted to negotiate, well, this was Crocodile’s expertise. Confusion registered on your face. 
“Price for what?” you asked.
“Price to leave the Clown and join me,” Crocodile said, as if it was obvious. Crocodile had money and power, he was sure he could acquire whatever it was you asked for. You knew him well, you knew you had him over a barrel. Now you wanted to milk him dry, and he wasn’t even upset about it. It was shrewd business practices.
“No, thank you,” you declined again, starting to rise from your chair once more.
“What do you mean, ‘no?” Crocodile wasn’t used to being told no, and certainly not multiple times in a row. He wasn’t planning on starting now. 
“You already said that. And I already said no, twice. There’s nothing that will get me to leave Captain Buggy. It won’t happen,” you shrugged. This was an unexpected wrinkle in Crocodile’s plans, especially now that the negotiations for an alliance were over. There was potential for an alliance with just Mihawk, but their time with the Clown had come to an end. Unfortunately for the Clown, this would be one of his last days before he went to the Grand Line in the sky.
“I see,” Crocodile said, steepling his fingers. He allowed you to stand up and start cleaning up the board and pieces. Crocodile was stewing, sand was piling up, and the air in the room was tense. You didn’t seem to care, continuing to clean. He needed to gather more information from the Clown. He needed his little maid, and he would have her.
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He found the Clown in his quarters reading over the most recent newspaper. Crocodile slammed the door open, causing the Clown to look up uneasily. The Clown didn’t say anything, which was better than when he was animated or angry. Crocodile stalked over to the Clown and slammed his hook into the Clown’s desk, skewering the newspaper the Clown was reading in the process. 
“Why won’t the maid leave you?” Crocodile demanded. The Clown cocked an eyebrow but didn’t immediately cower. 
“Which one? There are a few housekeepers -” the Clown began. Crocodile was in no mood for games. The Clown knew who he was talking about, Crocodile had spoken to the Clown about relieving you from some of your evening duties already. He pulled his hook out of the table and put the ever-so-sharp tip under the chin of the Clown.
“You know which one. Why?” For whatever reason, the Clown knew his crew very well. Crocodile had seen him addressing each and every one of them by name, and seemed to know a lot of personal details about them all as well. He was also oddly protective over them, Crocodile noticed. Many of his more reasonable stipulations for the alliance centered around the benefits due to his crew or their living conditions. It wasn’t Crocodile’s style, but the Clown was good at rallying people about him. He made them feel like they belonged , which was laughable, but they enjoyed such feelings. Crocodile didn't value loyalty, unless someone was loyal to him.
Intimidating the Clown usually worked well and quite easily. Of course now the Clown found his courage, when it was most inconvenient. The Clown shrugged, the hook digging further into the soft skin of his jaw. A drop of blood dripped down the hook, Crocodile would have to polish that off later. Another irritant.
“Ask her yourself, not my place to say.” One small movement from Crocodile and all his problems with the Clown would be over. But then you’d probably be upset with him, and maybe refuse to play chess against him. Crocodile seethed, blew smoke from his cigar into the Clown’s face, and left. The Clown didn’t know how lucky he was that you were on his crew. He’d have to figure out his next move.
The next night, Crocodile waited for you as usual. The day had passed so slowly, he thought time was at a halt. Finally, it was time for your nightly chess games. Crocodile was seated in his comfortable armchair, leg crossed at the knee. He was already smoking, and his hook gleamed in the evening light. You showed up on time, seemingly in a good mood. Maybe your rejection didn’t mean much to you, but it had an affect on Crocodile. True to form, you ignored Crocodile’s snippy mood and set the board as the former Warlord stewed. After turning white to Crocodile, you waited. You sat back, patiently waiting for Crocodile to make the first move.
“Why won’t you leave?” Crocodile asked, his voice low and dangerous. You didn’t flinch.
“I don’t want to talk about this. If you’re going to be moody, we can play another time,” you said acerbically and stood up to leave.
“You’ll leave when I tell you to leave,” Crocodile said, sand starting to swirl again. He’d tried to contain his emotions, upset that he was getting angry already. You hadn’t apologized or even reconsidered, like he hoped you would. Crocodile had never handled rejection well and now was no exception. 
“I want you to join my crew willingly, but I’m open to other avenues as well,” Crocodile said, accentuating each word. The threat was clear. You cackled. Crocodile was a hardened man but your eerie laugh gave him pause.
“Do you think that’s enough for me to leave Captain Buggy?” you asked, almost mocking him. Crocodile immediately knew physical threats wouldn’t work on you, not for this. He'd intimidated many people over the years, and some people's characters made them immune to a physical suggestion. You untied the knot of your scarf at the back of your neck, letting it flutter to the floor. “Maybe you can finish the job, eh?” Crocodile looked at your now bare neck as you stretched your head upwards. There was a huge, painful looking scar crossing your entire neck. It had obviously been slashed at some point in the past, you were lucky you survived. The scar tissue was thick and puckered, like whoever had sewn you back together was lacking in experience or time. It mirrored his own smaller scar across his face.
“What does the Clown have that is so important to you?” Crocodile couldn’t understand what the Clown could offer to anyone, much less someone like yourself. 
“It isn’t what he has, it’s what he’s given me,” you spat out, your lip curling in disgust. “Someone like you couldn’t understand.” Crocodile didn’t move his hook, he didn’t want you to leave before the conversation concluded in his favor. You looked up at Crocodile with your large eyes, anger simmering in your vision. “Do you know why Captain Buggy’s crew is so loyal? Do you know where he finds us?”
“Enlighten me,” Crocodile drawled. He was actually curious about this facet of the Clown so allow you to talk down to him - once.
“Captain Buggy goes to slave auctions,” you began. Crocodile frowned, he had absolutely no tolerance for the slave trade. The Clown wouldn’t live to see the end of the day if what you said was true. 
“He buys slaves who are left over at the end of the auction at a deep discount. Do you know the first thing he does with us after he buys us?” Crocodile could only imagine what Buggy did - branding, torture, brainwashing…all were common techniques for new slaves. You stared deep into Crocodiles eyes.
“He frees us.” Crocodile moved his hook away from you and sat back down in his chair, crossing his legs once more. “He frees us and invites us to join his crew. We aren’t compelled, we all make the choice to join him. Those who don’t join begin their new lives as free people. Captain Buggy has actually helps people . That’s why everyone is so happy to see his Jolly Roger and his ship. They’re cheering for their hero.” 
“He gives us freedom and hope when the best we could hope for was a swift death, rather than being tortured or beaten to death, if not worse.” You were getting heated defending your Captain, raising your voice and almost yelling. “So no, I won’t leave Captain Buggy. I can’t be bought - not anymore. He has something no one else has ever had - my loyalty.” You finished, panting for breath. You belatedly realized you had yelled at Crocodile, but you didn’t seem to care. You picked your scarf off the floor and stomped out of the room. Crocodile ran his hand through his hair.
After the disastrous event the previous night, you declined all of Crocodile’s invitations to play chess for the following three days. Crocodile understood why, but that didn’t mean he was pleased about it.  He tried talking to you, but you were avoiding him, not even coming to clean his office. He sent you gifts, flowers and jewels, even a fine silk scarf. You declined them all, returning them to him unopened. Crocodile was at a loss as to what to do - he couldn’t buy you and he couldn’t threaten you. If you were anyone else, he would simply force you to join him, or blackmail you via your Captain. But it wouldn’t be the same, and he thought you would play poorly under such circumstances. No, he had to do something drastic. 
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“And so, we are forming the Cross Guild!” Captain Buggy said with flourish to the cheers of his crew, gathered before him on the deck of the ship. Crocodile had reignited negotiations between himself and the Clown, and had corralled Mihawk as well. Crocodile had actually gained some modicum of respect for the Clown when you’d enlightened him to the Clown’s recruiting habits. The three of them would soon control the seas as Emperors, with Buggy as the figurehead. Now you’d all be in one large crew, with you reporting to Crocodile and Buggy equally. You couldn’t avoid him any longer, and you didn’t have to break your loyalty to the Clown. He’d solved the problem, outmaneuvering you for once.
Once the speech was over, Crocodile looked over to you in the crowd of idiots. He’d spotted you immediately, of course, and watched over you during the speech. You were frowning, the only one out of the whole crowd. You narrowed your eyes and found Crocodile’s own. Of course, the smartest member of the crew had figured it out, Crocodile thought. You clapped for your Captain but as the crew gave way to celebrations, you slipped away among the revelry of the crew.
You would sail together with Crocodile on a new ship created for the Guild. He could always change his mind at a later time, kill the Clown and take you with him. For now, the Clown would live to see more days at sea, thanks to you. Crocodile wasn’t going to lose the best chess opponent he’d ever had over a mere business venture.  Money could come from many different sources, but interesting chess matches only came from you. He followed you as inconspicuously as he could, going beneath the deck as the idiots started drinking. Mihawk followed Crocodile’s movements with his yellow eyes, an unspoken question in the air. Crocodile ignored the Swordsman, it wasn’t his business.
Crocodile caught up to you quickly, you were on the way to the crew quarters. Stopping in front of you, Crocodile blocked your way through the hallway. You glared at him, but didn’t try to go around. The two of you were taking up the majority of the small, dark hallway.
“Seems that I’m your Captain now,” Crocodile drawled. He didn’t want to gloat, you were always gracious when you won and he wanted to extend the same to you as well. You grunted a reply, but didn’t say anything. “Would you like to meet at our regular time?”
“For what?” you asked, still angry and pretending to be obtuse. 
“Our chess matches, of course.” You scoffed, crossing your arms. He knew you couldn’t refuse now that he was your superior.
“Price has gone up,” you said flatly, crossing your arms over your chest. Crocodile smiled. For all of your bluster, maybe you could be bought. He didn’t care that he’d entwined his name and reputation with the Clown’s - he would finally have what he wanted. 
“And?”
“You have to call him Captain Buggy,”  you stated.
“Absolutely not,” Crocodile balked. “The Clown doesn’t deserve it.”
You frowned. Crocodile wasn’t budging and neither were you. Neither of you spoke, waiting for the other to break the tension.
“Call him Buggy then, if you three are equally the Captains. And Captain Buggy in front of the crew,” you bartered. Crocodile bit into his cigar.
“Three matches a night, I’ll call the Clo- him Buggy in front of the crew,” Crocodile countered.
“Three matches, time variable, call him Captain,” you retorted.
“Three matches a night, I’ll call him Buggy.” Crocodile felt the vein in his forehead about to explode. He couldn’t imagine having to show the Clown any consistent respect. But you had something he wanted and he wasn’t going to lose it over some stupid title for the stupid Clown.
You gave a small satisfied smile, grabbing his hook with your sweaty hand. Crocodile almost stabbed you reflexively, but held back at the last moment. You moved his hook up and down. “It’s a deal. See you tonight.” You sidestepped Crocodile easily and moved along to your quarters. Even though he’d gotten what he set out for, he somehow felt you still had him in checkmate.
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The next few months were busy but unexpectedly pleasant for Crocodile. He spent his time working, cementing the hold the Cross Guild had over their territory, and running all the finances of the organization. Of course, he still took time to intimidate, maim and kill those who needed it, he had a reputation to maintain after all. But his real joy was coming from playing chess day after day against you. Crocodile had gotten better, even winning against you a few times. Your genuine praise when he did so made Crocodile feel like he’d won the title of King of the Pirates, not just won a chess game against a housekeeper. Crocodile counted down the hours until evening, when you would come and join him in his study. He continued to give you books to read and lessons in how to express yourself, trying to make you into the best version of yourself. After all, you were now a crew member for the Cross Guild, not just the Clo- Buggy.
One balmy night as the ship sailed through the waters of the Grand Line, Crocodile was on his way to his office a few minutes later than usual. He had thought of some new gambits he wanted to try, not that he thought they would work. But he came up short outside the door to his office, hearing talking from within. One was yours, he didn’t hear another voice but knew there were two people inside. Instead of breaking down the door with the sand that was already appearing like he wanted to, Crocodile decided to listen in.
“Check,” you said in a bored tone. Crocodile could almost picture your body language, chin resting on your palm as you lounged in the cushy chair Crocodile had bought for you. Crocodile heard the sounds of pieces being moved.
“Check,” you said again. More pieces were moved.
“Checkmate. Are we done here?” Crocodile wondered how quickly you’d defeated your opponent. He hoped you’d done it embarrassingly fast. Crocodile opened the door to see Mihawk examining the board curiously while you were curled up in your chair like a little cat, chin indeed resting on your palm. Crocodile didn’t like seeing Mihawk near you, especially while the two of you were alone. 
“To what do we owe the pleasure, Mihawk?” Crocodile asked, voice low. He had taken out a handkerchief and was polishing his hook. 
“I wanted to meet the chess master who captured your attention,” Mihawk answered dryly. For all his detached attitude, Crocodile knew Mihawk liked to stir up trouble occasionally. You glanced between the two men, but didn’t seem to care about the strained conversation. “She defeated me in under three minutes, quite impressive.” Crocodile drew sharply on his cigar. He wanted Mihawk gone, but he didn’t want to draw even more attention to you. He walked to stand behind your chair, leaning heavily on the back. You looked up at him, unamused.
“She will be leaving now. Let me know whenever all of this,” you gestured between Crocodile and Mihawk, “is done.” You uncurled your legs and stood up. Crocodile put his hand on your shoulder, keeping you in place. You rolled your eyes but didn’t try to leave again. Crocodile’s hand on your shoulder gripped you lightly as Mihawk stood up.
“No need, I am on my way. Enjoy your evening,” Mihawk said easily, leaving the two of you alone. Crocodile regretted his course of action. He’d shown Mihawk exactly what he’d been looking for - played into the Swordsman’s hand with ease. Maybe Mihawk was a better chess player than Crocodile gave him credit for.
“What was that all about? And stop getting sand everywhere, it’s such a bitch to clean up,” you told Crocodile, ire seemingly gone. That was a facet of your personality that Crocodile appreciated, that your anger came and went easily. His did not.
“You tell me,” Crocodile replied, releasing your shoulder. It had felt so small and delicate in his hand, like he could crush it without a second thought.
You shrugged. “Mihawk was here when I came in. He asked to play a round of chess. I said no, that I don’t play for free -”
“Good girl,” Crocodile interrupted. You rolled your eyes again.
“So he offered me a lesson in swordsmanship if I won. Which I did, of course.” Crocodile narrowed his eyes. He didn’t want you spending any more time with Mihawk, lessons or not.
“I didn’t know you had an interest in learning to wield a sword," Crocodile said, trying not to gnash his teeth.
“He offered money first, but I have enough of yours for now," you said, a smug look on your face. "Seemed like a good idea now that we’re an Emperor’s crew. I’m not a great fighter, that’s never been my strongest skill,” you explained, resetting the chess board. 
“You could have asked me if you wanted to learn,” Crocodile suggested tersely, trying to hide his anger. You looked up in mild surprise. 
“You’re jealous? Over that?” you asked incredulously. How could you read him so well?
“I am not jealous. I am just saying that it would be more appropriate for me to teach you as we already spend time together daily.” Crocodile was feeling jealous, the unfamiliar sensation burning a hole in his gut.  You hummed, turning the board to Crocodile. He opened with a pawn.
“Does the Emperor regularly teach low ranking crew members to fight?” you asked, moving your knight.
“Only ones who are worth the effort,” Crocodile said, moving his queen forward. 
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sincerely-astra · 9 months ago
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☁️Stardew Valley: love language headcanons☁️
(P.S. This is just the bachelors and bachelorettes, but I decided to add Sandy for fun. ^^)
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Harvey-
Giving: Acts of service
Receiving: Words of affirmation
Haley-
Giving: Words of affirmation
Receiving: Receiving gifts
Alex-
Giving: Physical touch
Receiving: Words of affirmation
Abigal-
Giving: Gift giving
Receiving: Quality time
Elliot-
Giving: Physical touch
Receiving: Acts of service
Emily-
Giving: Gift giving
Receiving: Quality time
Penny-
Giving: Gift giving
Receiving: Acts of service
Maru-
Giving: Acts of service
Receiving: Words of affirmation
Sam-
Giving: Quality time
Receiving: Words of affirmation
Sebastian-
Giving: Quality time
Receiving: Physical touch
Shane-
Giving: Quality time
Receiving: Quality time
Leah-
Giving: Giving gifts
Receiving: Quality time
Sandy-
Giving: Physical touch
Receiving: Receiving gifts
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quixotical-lymbo · 6 months ago
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LMK MASTERLIST
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Dating the King - gn!reader - HC's
Have Faith, Monkey Boy! - fem!reader - Short Fic
Second Fiddle - gn!reader - Short Fic
Smile, Shutterbug! - fem!reader - HC's
Bothersome Bath - afab!monkey!reader - Short Fic
Mild Mishaps - gn!reader - HC's
Hot Head Headache - gn!reader - Short Fic
Uh Oh - fem!chubby!reader - Short Fic
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Dating the Noodle Boy - gn!reader - HC's
Smile, Shutterbug! - fem!reader - HC's
Out of Time - fem!reader - Short Fic
Dating the Party Clone - fem!reader - HC's/Drabble
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Sweat and Tears - gn!reader - Short Fic
Days on a Wire - male!teen!reader - Short Fic
Fluffy Shadows - transmasc!chubby!reader - HC's
Smile, Shutterbug! - fem!reader - HC's
Mild Mishaps - gn!reader - HC's
Daredevil Darling - gn!reader - Short Fic
Dance Monkey - fem!dancer!reader - HC's/Drabble
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Monkey in the Middle - afab!reader - Short Fic
Terror-peutic Talks - gn!reader - Short Fic
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Yoga, Peace, and Tranquili-TEA - gn!chubby!reader - Short Fic
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Sparks Fly - gn!reader - Short Fic
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😼 - I do not give permission for anyone to translate, copy, republish, or plagiarize any of my written works. I provide no permission for any of my literary works to be used in artificial intelligence.
banner(s) by @enchanthings !!
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sublieu · 2 years ago
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How each different demon/god would react to you touching a sensitive spot on their back.
Immediately perks up when your fingers reach their tail/patella/lower backside
Azure, Wukong, Pigsy, Kui Mulang, Redson, Mk Yin, Syntax, Sandy, Tang, Ao Lie, Scorpion Queen
"Hey! We're in front of people...."
"I don't care :)"
"Can't this wait till we get home?"
"No."
Tries to ignore it but fails miserably
Dbk, Jin, Peng, Macaque, Nezha, Spider Queen, Huntsman, Mayor, Wukong
"Y/n..leave it alone"
"But why? :("
"You already know why"
":("
"I said no"
No response (is trying to hard not to fuck you in front of a massive crowd)
Mei, Yellowtusk, Pif, Lbd, Dbk, Pigsy, Ao Bing
"..."
"Aren't you gonna respond?"
"... Fuckin tease"
"Did you say something?"
"Your saving grace is because a crowd is watching us"
":)"
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celestialkiri · 2 years ago
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I'm sure Tripitaka would feel so safe when he gets a photo of his bodyguards- I mean - his loyal gang. Nothing will definitely go wrong with these guys, Trip. You will be fine 🙃
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phoenixeclipse-lmkau · 3 months ago
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if mk is adopted, that means reader has to choose to adopt mk, even knowing of all the risks of having someone born like the monkeys doesn't it? there isn't that i wanna say social? obligation to keep the kid, she could bring mk to someone else to raise and wash her hands off of it, but to adopt is to call him her son in spite of or perhaps because of the connection to the monkies. people are much more likely to raise kids they made than they randomly find, you know?
but if mk is bio kid, then there really isn't that struggle to choose, because there is already a blood bond to encourage reader to keep mk.
Yes Reader would have to choose to adopt Mk that is true. But I have an idea on how it would work. As I said she would have already been pregnant weather with Mk or with the twins. Who are the twins? Bao and Tao the little shadow and light monkies! I love these two so much!! Haven’t written much about them though.
Anyways when Reader finds the island she settles down in after finding out she is pregnant she spends several years in peace raising her children. She had traveled to a place that The Brotherhood never travels as they don’t think there is treasure of adventure there. It’s mostly human territories, except for the one island that Reader ends up on!
That being the dragon island (Don’t have a name for it) This is where she meets Ao Lie who takes a liking to her and helps her out along with his friends, Sandy, Mo, Pigsy and Tang! (This is more of a LMK than JTTW au btw)
So Reader has two Monkie demon children she is watching and taking care of when she finds Mk. A small child covered in dirt with dark brown fur, six lotus shaped ears and bright golden eyes. Or should I say Bao and Tao find him, at the age 5 years old they are very adventurous and find the cub who instantly starts following them around. Which they quickly decide to guide straight to their mother who immediately freaks out worried they kidnapped a poor child but soon finds out that’s not the case. (He hides his ears by pressing them together because everything is too loud for the poor baby - Reader finds out about his ears after she officially adopts him)
So when Reader meets Mk her own cubs are already very attached and don’t want to let him go. They debated letting Pigsy watch over him but because Pigsy is a traveling Merchant in this Au they decided against it. No one else in the village wants to watch the monkey child and the responsibility falls to Reader. Not only because no one else will do it but because she knows how to care for monkey cubs to a point (She’s not perfect but does everything she can with love and care)
Anyways what I’m trying to say is that Reader doesn’t HAVE to take in Mk but she does because she falls in love with the child. And what’s one more cub? (It’s a lot! He is as mischievous as his older brothers who like to get into trouble. Luckily Ao Lie likes to help them and his great granddaughter becomes fast friends with the monkey trio)
I hope this answered your question Anon! Thank you for your input! I love reading people’s opinions!
Prioritized this due to the poll! I hope I didn’t post it too late~
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