#Sandy x reader

[respawnjupiter]

"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)

╰⪼ Sun Wukong

╰⪼ Sandy

╰⪼ MK

╰⪼ Mei

╰⪼ Redson

╰⪼ Tang Sangzang

╰⪼ Pigsy

╰⪼ Spider Queen

╰⪼ Mayor

[quixotical-lymbo]

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 

 "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!" 

🍜 - 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. sparkle banner(s) by @adornedwithlight!!

[lint-beetle4]

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."

[jades-fanfics]

AHAA HAII REALLY FIXATED ON LMK RN SOO

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

[crybaby-magic]

Sandy

✮ oneshots

✮ drabbles

✮fanfics

✮headcanons

✮mini series

[anifever]

Gang w/ a Sandy!Reader ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

The Outsiders x Fem!Reader

୨୧ : HC’s of the gang with a reader who’s like Sandy Olsson from Grease

A/N : This doesn’t mean specifically being Australian, blonde, white, blah blah- just her personality and stuff 😭 anyways I watch grease at least once a month

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Darry

୨ He thinks you’re precious

୨ Probably not the type of person he thought he’d end up with, but he doesn’t care

୨ On the contrary, could’ve been a high school sweetheart situation where he played football and you did cheer teehee

୨ Anyways, no matter when he first met you happened to be, he was mainly worried about how you’d handle the boys LMAO

୨ Tells the guys off whenever they tease you about something

୨ You kind of remind him of his mom which is comforting (not in a weird way, go away Sigmund Freud)

୨ That being said, you become somewhat of a mother figure over the group

୨ Ponyboy looks up to you a lot, Johnny loves how nice you are, and Soda thinks talking to you is refreshing

୨ Overall, he’s happy that you also bring them so much comfort

୨ Him wearing a light blue button-up shirt to match one of your lil’ pastel blue dresses 😋😋

୨ Fussing when they all come back from a rumble- you would’ve been extremely against the idea in the first place

୨ Getting sick when you see the blood all over him

୨ Him assuring you he’s fine but still freaking out, but you take a breather and try to help clean him up nonetheless

୨ You’re really good at helping him relax wether it’s massaging his shoulders or cracking a joke to try and lighten the mood

୨ He’s overall really protective over you

୨ If you ever asked to go watch a rumble, which would be unrealistic anyways, he’d immediately refuse and die on that hill

୨ He also really likes that you’re still able to stand your ground and speak your mind

୨ He ALSO likes that you have manners, it’s the bare minimum but it makes him love you more

Two-Bit

୨ Says the NASTIEST stuff to you just to see your reactions

୨ Has definitely pulled the thing he did with Marcia where he playfully offers her tobacco

୨ You were at a party either he or your friend dragged you along to or something and he offered to get you a beer but you said you didn’t drink

୨ He then offered you a cig and you hastily declined and he was just like “You’re real pure, ain’t ya baby?”

୨ Some clip of Elvis performing came on the TV once and you got all flustered/uncomfortable and he got giggly about it

୨ Anyways, his little sister thinks you’re an angel

୨ She’s always talking about your perfectly styled hair, painted nails, pretty outfits, etc

୨ He responds pretty coolly when she does it with a lil’ grin, but he’s so proud of himself on the inside

୨ Imagine having tea parties with her and him just watching from the doorway with a lovey dovey smile ARGGAHAHAGAG

୨ If someone dares to call you stuff like “wet blanket” or a “goody goody” he will be coming for them HARD

୨ The insults would be so creative

୨ He’s probably convinced you to drink just once and you threw up immediately after

୨ Never again.

Steve

୨ Absolutely thought you were a prude at first

୨ Even after he got to know you better, he still teased you about it

୨ One-sided enemies to lovers 😇😇

୨ You coming into the DX and him just mumbling under his breath while Soda rings you up

୨ Then proceeds to gossip about you after you leave; not without you giving them both a big smile and filling the tip jar first

୨ “Ain’t ever seen a girl that cheery. She apparently hasn’t even kissed anybody, y’know that? 🙄” and Soda’s just like “Man, who cares..”

୨ Soda slowly notices how much he talks about you and realizes what’s happening

୨ He brought it up and Steve was like “NUH-UH”

୨ Even with that, it was extremely obvious

୨ He constantly stares at you whenever you come into the store, he sees you at school, or just anywhere in general

୨ Anyways yada yada he finally asked you out after some subtle flirting that slowly became more obvious

୨ EVERYBODY is surprised

୨ An innocent, friendly soc with a greaser mechanic who does backflips off of cars; not a common pairing

୨ If you ever happened to swear ONCE, he’d have a field day

୨ A “damn,” “hell,” or “shit” slips out and it’s like someone died- he’ll never let it go

୨ He’s the type to tease you then get pissed when someone else joins in

୨ He’s “Only I’m allowed to do that” in the flesh

Dallas

୨ Caught off guard at first

୨ Deadass didn’t believe anyone could be as big of a goody-two-shoes as you are

୨ Fs teases you but you slowly grow on him- he sees the innocence as a challenge (not surprising)

୨ Found out you didn’t even have pierced ears and was like ?????

୨ Dare I say he’s a Kenickie variant

୨ Then again, the scene where Danny’s like “I don’t do parents” when Sandy asks him to come over is so him too

୨ Knocked on your window in the middle of the night and saw your nightgown and started chuckling about it, and you then proceeded to try and shut him up because you were horrified of your parents hearing him

୨ Going to Buck’s with him and either staying in his room or just sitting uncomfortably in a corner

୨ You might watch a pool game but all the smoke and alcohol would overwhelm you

୨ Unfortunately, he’s the type to pull the thing Danny did at the drive in, in which you’d ofc react the same way Sandy did

୨ You calling Buck’s car a “sin wagon” would be so accurate

୨ He tries to make it up to you by showing up to your front door (much to your parents dismay..) and giving you his Christopher again along with some flowers that he definitely didn’t pick from some rando’s garden

୨ I’m lying. He did.

୨ He also takes you on a real date afterwards, which is saying something

୨ Like Steve, he’s also the type of person to get mad when another person thinks they can make fun of you

୨ You’re so understanding and forgiving that he’s kinda confused a lot of the time LMAO

୨ Luckily for him, your good reputation probably gets him out of a lot of trouble

Soda

୨ Oh my god he’s so nice about it

୨ He’s head over heels

୨ Obviously he goofs off with the boys, but he’s overall the nicest/most open minded

୨ You two are so smiley all the time and it makes everyone SICK

୨ Gets a kick out of you not understanding sexual jokes or innuendos

୨ You guys look so good together it’s insane

୨ You’re so calming compared to the stress of being in between Darry and Pony’s arguments constantly

୨ He also loves how bubbly and kind you are to everyone because of it

୨ Going to drag races with him simply because he likes them and you like seeing him happy (the scene where Sandy watches Danny race reference⁉️)

୨ He is not the brightest in the head but you’re extremely patient with him

୨ He’s also extremely protective over you

୨ Like imagine you’re visiting him at the DX and some other soc’s come by and start teasing you to his face when you head inside for a second

୨ He proceeds to get one of the hoses off the pump and start spraying them with gas 😋🤍

୨ Before they can get out, he just keeps spraying them in the face or something which makes them drive away

୨ He just laughs to himself and puts the nozzle up as you come back outside and you’re like “???? Babe what happened?” when you see the trail of gas and all he replies with is “Nothing sweetheart!! 🤗”

୨ He knows Steve’s gonna complain about having to help clean up the mess later but it was worth it to him

Johnny

୨ Probably the most chill with it??

୨ He thinks it’s sweet

୨ Also thinks you’re somewhat of a breath of fresh air from the guys, along with soc’s in general too

୨ Definitely thought it was kinda odd you didn’t drink or smoke or anything, but thought it was nice to meet someone who didn’t for a change

୨ You guys take walks through town from time to time and it’s a huge contrast

୨ A denim-clad boy covered in a bunch scars with a preppy looking girl who radiates happiness

୨ You help him get a better outlook on life with how positive you are

୨ Loveslovesloves all the pastel clothes you wear

୨ When he met you for the first time he couldn’t believe how nice you were

୨ Watching a movie either at the drive-in or Curtis house and some form of nude scene coming on, you covering your eyes, and him just grinning at your reaction

୨ Doesn’t hesitate to talk back to Dallas if he says something bad about you

୨ You never try to force him out of his comfort zone or anything and he appreciates that

୨ He said something about “a weed” to Dal and you had no clue what they meant

୨ “Hey Dal, you got a weed?”

୨ “Huh?”

୨ “Uh, I asked if he had a weed.”

୨ “..A what? What’s that mean?”

୨ Dallas chimes in from the bg and is like “Yo.. Johnny, man, is she kiddin’?”

Pony

୨ The main problem he has with it is the fact you don’t smoke and don’t like it in general

୨ He def tries to cut down for you/at least not do it in front of you though

୨ Started when he lit a cigarette while you guys were walking together and you started coughing like a maniac while he was just like 🤨

୨ Since he’s the youngest out of them all, he isn’t super used to hanging out with girls so it doesn’t phase him

୨ He thinks it’s different than most people for sure, but he knows what it’s like to feel that way so he relates

୨ He admires how nice you are to everybody

୨ Especially to greasers

୨ You’re so soft-spoken that it makes him giggle and kick his feet sometimes

୨ You’re a good student so you probably help him with work a lot

୨ Steve probably said something mean about you once and he got all sassy and made a remark to him

୨ “Heard you’re dating some priss now, ‘s that right, Pone?” and he’s like “Why don’t you go stick you and your big nose in someone else’s business if it’s that important?”

୨ Safe to say Steve kept his thoughts on you to himself after that

୨ Another one who thinks the way you dress (and look in general) is gorgeous, he’s left gobsmacked every time he sees you

୨ He’s always admiring you and has probably drawn you at least once

୨ His sass sometimes comes out on you when you don’t know something, but it’s jokingly

[strange-little-spy]

The Sun

The Moon

And The Stars

[theladyheroine]

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!

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

[sincerely-astra]

☁️Stardew Valley: love language headcanons☁️

(P.S. This is just the bachelors and bachelorettes, but I decided to add Sandy for fun. ^^)

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

[jttw-monkeybusiness]

Wukong can't catch a break sometimes, can he?

[luxthestrange]

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-

[hannahbarberra162]

The Crocodile's Gambit, Part 2

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.

~

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. 

~~~

“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.

~

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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Second Fiddle - gn!reader - Short Fic

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Mild Mishaps - gn!reader - HC's

Hot Head Headache - gn!reader - Short Fic

Uh Oh - fem!chubby!reader - Short Fic

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Smile, Shutterbug! - fem!reader - HC's

Out of Time - fem!reader - Short Fic

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Days on a Wire - male!teen!reader - Short Fic

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Mild Mishaps - gn!reader - HC's

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Monkey in the Middle - afab!reader - Short Fic

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some smutty ryan atwood perhaps?? i think it’s his time to shine <3

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ryan hates parties

warns. established relationship. no use of y/n. semi-public sex. filth. softdom!ryan. protected sex. explicit language & detailed sexual scenes. porn with plot. praise kink. worshipping. ryan left marissa. possibly spoilers?

that ryan hated parties, wasn’t neither new nor a secret.

he’d never been really exuberant or gleeful about celebrations, but since he started living with the cohens, he had to attend all of them religiously. after all, it was newport he moved to, events with bunch of people they didn’t even know was like holy to them.

it was the third that week, three days in a row of smiles, social interactions — much to his dislike — and trying to ignore the bad looks that the gossipy bitches of orange county would give him.

luckily for him, you were there, and you didn’t miss one of them. when he was with you, everything seemed to disappear. he didn’t have to mind marissa and her problems, he didn’t have to stop — or start — another fight. you were in the middle of his mind, and you weren’t planning of leaving it.

he was talking to one of kirsten’s clients, the fifth that night, who was fervently asking ryan a million questions and informations about chino’s buildings and districts. the blonde answered without too much enthusiasm — as usual.

“so, tell me. how do you feel about the balance between residential, commercial, and green spaces in the city?” the man asked, observing ryan carefully.

ryan scratched the back of his neck, sick of that conversation already, and he muttered a short response, “i- uh… i think it’s ok?” he offered. he looked up to the man and crossed his eyes with mine, sending you an help request.

you chuckled from across the place, shaking your head while walking over him. your red velvet dress swings over your hips, hugging your figure and curves in a way that had ryan drool.

“i’m sorry mr. thompson, can i steal ryan from you for a sec?” you asked politely, smiling at the man as you rubbed your hand on ryan’s shoulder seductively. ryan placed his large hand on your waist, caressing it just as much sensually, giving you hidden signals.

the man gave you a quick nod and disappeared the next moment among the crowd of people, leaving you and ryan alone. you turned to him, wrapping your hands around his neck to pull him close to you, although you weren’t doing more than that knowing that he wasn’t a fan of pda.

“thank you,” he spoke, brushing his lips on your ear to assure you could hear him, “i hate parties,” he announced.

you rolled your eyes playfully, used to his antisocial attitude whenever it came to people… to people, period. chuckling, you respond, “i know. i think you say that at least five times a day.”

his grip on your hips tightened, smirking sarcastically. “not my fault if there are at least five things i’d prefer do instead of being here,” he replied back.

“uh, yeah? like what?” you teased, tilting your head slightly as a playful smirk tugged at your lips. your voice carried a hint of challenge, eyes glinting with curiosity as you watched him.

his eyes darkened, thinking about what to say even if he had a clear imagine in his mind of what he wanted to do. “let me show you,” he said in a low tone, but it was unmistakable. his words were soft yet deliberate, the intensity behind them making your heart skip just a little.

after nodding eagerly, you took the hand he was offering you and let him lead you to his pool house, which was right in the middle of the cohen’s backyard, where the party was taking place.

he made you sit down on the edge of his large bed, while he made sure that the curtains were closed and his door locked. he then turned, making his way to you. he hovered over you, his hands hooking his shirt to take it off before slipping them under yours to do the same.

you laid down on the fresh sheets, while he lowered himself on you to place wet kisses all over your jaw and neck, knowing damn well your weak spots that made you shiver.

ryan was gentle, soft with his movements as he was afraid that you could slip away from him if he made the wrong move, but that didn’t stop him to be on top. you felt his weight on your body, the heat of his body wrapped you, making you feel safe under him.

you grabbed his neck with your hand, pulling his head up to kiss him passionately, your lips hugging each other. you felt him smile into the kiss, his hands traveling to your back to unclasp your lacy-white bra that had him going feral.

you both knew it was risky, having sex in the middle of a party, around something like eighty people, some of whom were your close friends and family, wasn’t the best. but these thoughts left your mind as soon as you felt ryan’s tongue brushing over your bare chest, making your back arch.

his hot breath contributes to your arousal, making you wetter by seconds. every move his fingers'd make, you would feel it in your core, making it throb. he knew what he was doing.

"ryan- people're just outside… they could hear us…" you managed to mumble, not stopping him though. it felt too good.

your right, trembling in anticipation, hand rested on the back of his head, stroking gently his hair, while your other hand was gripping on the blanket, knuckles turning white from the harsh grab.

"you need to be quiet, then, yeah?"

you felt him going lower on your body, leaving kisses and love bites all over your figure, worshipping you. he grazed your belly button with his nose when his fingers made their way in your panties, teasing you before pulling them down. he looked at you all the time during his act, his eyes never leaving yours, which affected you even more then his touches.

when he finally slided two fingers into your aching cunt, you couldn't help but shut your eyes close, wet sounds filling you ears as he pumped his fingers inside you, stretching you out for his dick, which you felt growing against your thigh.

"god, ryan. i'm going to-" you tried to say, but just before you were about to cum, moaning softly into his ears, he removed them, running the wet fingers around and through your slippery folds, now completely exposed to his view, to gather your wetness. you sighed, annoyed and extremely sexually frustrated, when you heard his zip being pulled down along with his jeans and boxers. his long and thick member sprung out, hitting his stomach. he was leaking, and his tip was red from arousal. you could tell he had struggled to withstand the temptations of fucking you the moment you entered the room.

he turned to the nightstand, opening a drawer to pull out a condom. he ripped the envelope with his teeth while pumping his length with the free hand a few times, rubbing it through your folds once again. he wore the condom, and without warning he entered in you, cutting down your breath. "fuck -- ryan," you stuttered out with difficulty.

he stilled for a moment, giving you the time to adjust to his size -- which, truth to be told, wasn't little. when you nodded, biting your lower lip to keep back a loud moan, he started moving, thrusting in and out of you with ease due the wetness. you let out a sequence of low-toned moans and whimpers, together with ryan, who was enjoying it just as much as you.

"so good, babe -- shit -- you're so thight," he praised you.

his hands were firm on your hips, keeping you still as he fucked you with force, drops of sweat on his forehead and his parted lips showed you how much he desired this.

it wasn't long before you started feeling that knot building up in your stomach, indicating that you were close to reach your climax. "i'm about to -- ryan i'm --" you were cut off by you cumming all over his dick, that wasn't planning on stop drilling into you. "yeah, cum for me" he whispered, feeling his climax coming as well.

the stimulation of your tight walls and your pulsating heat was more than enough for him to cum. spurts of white cum filled the condom, him collapsing down onto your weak body.

you both tried to catch your breaths. "god, i hope sandy won't kick me out for good this time".

yaps. i couldn’t think of a pet name that ryan uses — i lowkey think he finds them all cringe ☹️☹️ anyway, he would take care of you so well… hope you liked! also, im after writing another seth smut — stay tuned!

tags 💌 @ultrviolenxe .

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[itsabouttimex2]

Lego Monkie Kid x Y/N

Ship Names

Anyways I was thinking that if basically every character gets shipped with each other and they all get names, then Y/N gets ship names too and I’m gonna fill out this list as I pick more/better names!

MK x Y/N = BlandNoodles

Mei x Y/N = Ashydragon

Pigsy x Y/N = Honeybacon

Tang x Y/N = Graypages

Sandy x Y/N = Silverfish/Defaultea

Red Son x Y/N = Smokeyflare

Sun Wukong x Y/N = Graysage/Sunglasses

Macaque x Y/N = Duskymask

Nezha x Y/N = Ashenlotus

Demon Bull King x Y/N =

Princess Iron Fan x Y/N =

Chang’e x Y/N = Moonshroud

Jin x Y/N = Gildedglasses

Yin x Y/N = Silverlens

Scorpion Queen x Y/N =

Spider Queen x Y/N = Silkveil/Lonelysting

Syntax x Y/N = Screentime

Huntsman x Y/N =

Goliath x Y/N = Graygains

Kui Mulang x Y/N = Faintfang

Lady Bone Demon x Y/N = Palewhisper

Mayor x Y/N =

Tang Sanzang x Y/N =

Ao Lie x Y/N =

Zhu Bajie x Y/N =

Sha Wujing x Y/N =

Ao Guang x Y/N =

Azure Lion x Y/N = Mutedmane

Yellowtusk x Y/N = Silvertusk

Peng x Y/N = Steelplume

Xiangliu x Y/N = Grayscale

Li Jing x Y/N =

Nuwa x Y/N =

(Unfinished, but I’ll add more later!)

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Journey to the Rent

"Can I trust you?"

"Did I ever make you think otherwise?"

"..."

"Well?"

The sunlight passing from the window dances on your face; a soft sound in the back of your head slowly woke you up from your exhaustion. You forced your eyes to open up to adjust to the unfamiliar place that welcomed you last night. For a moment you forgot what had happened, but the empty walls and the naked mattress made you recall the events of last night.

You dreamed...or, at least, you remembered those few phrases that you two exchanged before your holiday. You should have said that you indeed did not trust him... 

You needed a few more minutes to finally connect a few more wires in your brain to realize that the sound that you were feeling wasn't in your brain or imagination but it was, in fact, the gentlest knocking you ever heard in your entire life.

You were grounded, something a yawned coming while you reached for your pants, left on the floor the night prior, guilty of your poor state of mind and your tired ass. You should have at least tried to look a little more presentable, but who cared? You didn't, at least.

After opening the front door, in front of you a young man, at least it looked that way, was holding a small bag and cup of paper.

The first thing that caught your attention, or at least that made you wake up faster, was his hairless head, which made you, for a moment, ask yourself why Lex Luthor had appeared at your front door with some coffee.But Lex Luthor would have never worn what this one was wearing at that time, which was a baggy shirt and some harem trousers. He wore a string of pearls at his neck, each of them in different colors and materials. He had the most kind and gentle black eyes that you ever saw, similar to the ones that Wujing showed you, but these ones were like the ones you saw on some Asian statues that you found in some restaurants or SPAs.

"Oh, did I wake you?"

And he had the kindest voice, even calm, and surely he could have been the greatest voice for some of those ASMR videos.

You needed to massage your face, and it was hard to hide the fact that you still had the shape of the pillow on your face.

"Yeah, I," you cleared your voice, a bit embarrassed, "I…was kinda still…you know…"

"Oh no, my apologies. I didn't intend to wake you up!" He seemed really apologetic by his look: "I thought that you would need something to eat after last night."

"O-oh…w-why so?" Ugh, yeah, good way to go, Y/N.

"Your fridge must still be empty, I guess." He said, Chickling a little. Ah, well, that seemed the most reasonable reason… and the gurgling of your stomach didn't help too. Come to think of it, you didn't touch anything last night…Not like you were hungry either. He kindly extended the two small envelopes to you; the heat from the cup reached your cold skin in one second, already sending you a small shiver of leisure.

"Consider it a welcome gift. I'm Tang Sanzang, the actual owner of the stable."

"Oh, Mr. Wujing said something about the real owner…"

"Yeah, that's me. We usually make all the decisions together, but I always have the last word."

"…So you're the one in charge of putting people out in the streets?"

"That's such…That's a hard way to say it!"

"I'm sorry!" You felt embarrassed already by what you said, "I didn't mean to—"

"Oh please," he laughed; he had the most kind laugh you ever heard. "I'm not that out of this world! I know how landlords can be…questionable. I can assure you that I won't get inside this apartment without your knowledge."

You sighed in relief…. Wow, you didn't intend to be that blunt with him; it came so easily… almost unnatural…Must have been his aura? You were still looking inside the small pack when you noticed his piercing eyes scrutinizing your face, making you panic for one second.

"…Your eyes are all red and puffy; did you cry?"

"Eh?!"

"So He was right after…"

"…Who was right?" It was now your turn to be confused by his way of speaking. Did Wujing tell him that you looked like you needed to cry? You were sure that you held together till the last moment yesterday, so how?

But, to your surprise, he dropped the argument, shrugging his shoulders, and made a small bow.

"Please, don't be bothered by my words. If you like, you can come in our quarters after you're done eating and preparing. We can help you with the water supply connection and some more adjustments."

"Oh, thanks…again!"

"Don't worry. Later than Miss…"

"

"Oh! Y/n… L/n Y/n…"

He bowed again, then started to head to the stairs. You closed the door, still quite surprised by this visit.

He wasn't bad…He speaks like an old man, and he seems like one, too, but he seems like a really good guy! But…It wasn't like your sixth sense helped you last time on this matter… Well, no one needed to know now; what you needed was some good hot water and a good connection for your new apartment. So, you headed towards your room with some coffee and the will to use your phone, blocked your ex on every possible app, and then made some adjustments for lunch.

On the other side of the door, the same bald head looked towards the small landing, making sure that you indeed closed the door. After confirming that you had in fact disappeared inside your apartment, he slowly approached the door, making sure that you could not listen to his bare feet on the marble with shoes in his hands. After reaching the door, he carefully started to mimic writing with his index and middle fingers on the wooden surface, mumbling something. He then posed the same hand that had written on the door, and a golden circle appeared, alongside the now-visible symbols that he had written on it. He seemed pleased with his work, and when the circle and the symbols started to fade again, he took his merry way towards the stairs, now planning to leave you alone for real. Now, Wukong would not complain about a sleepless night.

///

After you were able to make yourself presentable and call the cavalry, you were able to reach Tangzang and the other apartment. Honestly, you weren't sure if they actually lived together, but it became clear when, after your knocking, the same pig-faced man from the stairs opened up the door.

"Oooh, well this is a surprise!" He said with a small chuckle and that kind of smile that just made your eyes roll.

"If I knew we had a guest, I would have prepared myself better!" Ugh, so he lived with Tangzang? …Or Wujing maybe? Nah, maybe you just took the wrong-

"Ah, there you are! Ready for Settle all the messies parts?"

The appearance of Wujing behind this one confirmed the fact that the two lived together…you guessed. Great, just great…

Wujing, on the other hand, noticed his friend's way of leaning on the doorframe and his expression, of the most genuine and kind individual you could ever meet, became stern and severe. His friend must have noticed, since now he looked like a child that felt the eyes of his parents on the back of their head.

"Bajie…are bothering our new guest?"

"…Noooo?"

"Miss, was he bothering you?"

His eyes looked at you, begging you to grant him mercy.

"…Nah, we were just presenting each other! Y/n L/n, and you're Bajie, right?" You offered your hand, a smug smile on your face, like secretly telling him that he owed you this one. He sighed, squeezing your hand, accepting this small defeat.

"Zhu Bajie… another owner of this stable."

"Wow, how mamny owner one place need?!"

"Ah! You don't need to know, darling…"

Well, at least you knew that this one, Bajie, wasn't exactly that impossible to have around…in some certain way.

Finally, he made you space to get inside the door, Wujing starting to lead you to the living room to help you settle the last few expenses for your new home.

Their place seemed quite unique in some way, decorated in different ways that made the place a bit of a mess but still quite warm in its way. There were several photos of not only the two that now were in the house with you, but they were alongside Sanzang, the real owner, and the man in the hoodie from the night before. The place had a few plants here and there, lamps that had different shapes and styles, and there was even a lava lamp, decorations here and there, and several rooms. After the small corridor that connected the living room to the front door, the place became bigger; a large and old couch, patched up here and there, rested in front of a quite nice coffee table made of wood, decorated by some flowers and plants. The TV, an old piece of junk that seemed to belong to the house of an old lady, rested nicely and tidily on a large library, full of books, more photos, and some souvenirs from places.

Separated by a wall and an arch, there is what is supposed to be the dining area, a large table with some chairs, each one different from the other. Behind it, a large balcony that face directely to the garden, giving the place a good light from the exterior.

"Woah…you both live here?"

"Yes and no! We live here alongside our friends, the owner and another one of us."

"You mean the man in the hoodie from yesterday?"

"So you met him!"

"…Kinda. I….I think I'll meet him soon as I think."

"I know, Wukong can be kind of… Ominous at the first meeting, but I can assure you, no one can be trusted more than him!"

When he spoke his name, your reaction was one of surprise. That wasn't the first time that you heard that name…if you could just remember where…

Wujing looked apprehensive for a moment, fearing he had touched a ground that he shouldn't have.

"REhm…Are you okay?"

"Yeah...I just...nevermind, it must be me!"

You decided to ignore the subject; after all, it wasn't like a famous person could live there, right? You took your laptop out of your backpack, following Wujing on the sofa and placing it on the small coffee table.

"Let's start…water?"

"Yes!"

///

For the next two hours, everything was focused only on finding the best companies with the best prices for everything you needed. You wanted to settle for your old companies, but these men were far more educated about the matters. Your previous gas company, which they knew, was immediately set aside for various complications.

"They technically set one price for the few months, but, as soon as they can, they start to charge more. It's not obvious; they are just small amounts such as cents, but the more they get, the more you lose."

"Oh gosh…I didn't know!"

"We found out because Sanzang confronted the papers." Bajie muttered, holding you and Wujing two cup of coffee.

"Isn't that illegal?"

"It is, but technically they can do that if they find the loophole. They usually do that…"

The first part of your day passed online with a confrontation and some suggestions on how not to spend so much. Which was quite odd; you thought that a landlord's first intention was to make more money from the ones that lived under their roof… Well, they must have been an exception.

You were typing the last few details when you heard the front door slamming and the sound of someone muttering.

"Stupid bone lady … I swear if I can't get her-…"

He suddenly stopped, feeling your gaze and two pairs of piercing eyes on the back of his head.

"…Wukoooong! How was…the fixing of the tubes…of the old lady?!" Said Wujing with a suspecting tone.

"…Great…Amazing even…What is she doing here?"

You felt a little offended by that tone; how rude! Okay, you were in his house, but seriously?

"We're helping her by teaching her the mysterious ways of the gas companies." Bajie tried to lighten a little the mood, and, speaking of gas, would you like to stay for lunch? I bet your fridge is still empty!"

"Oh, I would love to!" You swayed your hand, noticing the disapproving look from the newcomer, "But I already have an appointment with some friends. Maybe another time."

"Such a shame, well have fun!"

You thanked both again, especially Wujing for his patience, while you started to move out from the apartment, feeling the look of Wukong on you. Yes, maybe you weren't that scared of him like you were the previous day, but surely you thought that he needed a few lessons in how to treat a guest.

Now that you were able to fix one problem, another one was ready on your path.

Lunch with your best colleagues.

///

"HE DID WHAT?!"

You tried to shush Talisha from her outburst; her fresh-from-the-salon nails were so sharp that they could leave signs on the table of the café.

"Tali, please!" Oliver tried to calm her down, "Not here! Some of our costumes may see us!"

"Then they'll know not to mess with us, and most importantly, WHO CARES?! It's not me, the one with the broken heart!"

Talisha was literally your work mom. From the first moment you stepped inside the company that you were working on, she took you under her wing, helping you around and making sure that no one bossed you around.

And, of course, she was far more experienced with men than you, since from the first day she met your boyfriend. She had her eyebrow raised in a judging look. You should have listened to her; you would have avoided sipping your chocolate milkshake with a sorrowful expression.

"Okay, enraging aside," took the word from Oliver, allowing Talisha to cool down on her glass of white wine."How do you feel?"

Oliver was hit a few weeks before you and was basically your first friend in the office. He tried his best to be the most inclusive that he could, and, like now, he was more concerned about your mental health. You sighed, looking up at the ceiling of the café.

"Hurt, betrayed…like a duckling that had seen its mother get shot!"

"Oh no, not the duckling…"

"Yes, the duckling…" you sighed again, your hands on your face. "If I think about that, I need to furnish my new apartment—"

"Hold on there!" Talisha raised her hand. "Your new apartment? Why do you have a new apartment?"

You gulped in silence, feeling those two pairs of eyes scrutinizing you. Then it was their round to gasp.

"You ran away?!"

"Well—"

"Did you confront him at least?!"

Only the clattering of the plates on the tables was heard after that question.

Oliver gasped, Talisha Just raised her hands on her head, looking at you in disbelief.

"You just left?! You found him with another girl and—

"Tali."

"Oliver, I don't—"

"Tali, for real…"

When she saw your face, a rush of tenderness melted her rage. Your hands were supporting your face on the table, hiding your mouth and cheeks; your eyes were starting to get wet again, and your sorry expression was trying with all your strength to conceal all your pain…in vain, since it was pretty much visible.

You weren't that kind that made sure that your attire was top-notch on every occasion, but your creased t-shirt, your shabby hair, and the state of your face make clear that you had better days.

You were holding on to a thin straw, and you weren't in the mood to face another reality, a sad one either.

Pressing the matter would only bring you more discomfort, and Oliver, bless his heart, had enough sympathy to take that. He cleared his throat, smiling kindly at you.

"So…a new apartment? How is it? Nice?"

You slowly moved your hands down from your face, sniffing a little and sighing, noticing that he had changed the subject to help you.

"…Yes, It Is…The complex is quite cute, and the owners are just too nice… They even helped me find a good gas company."

"Oh!" Talisha laughed, "MY landlord forced me to make contact with the one where his brother works! They must be the gems in the rough!"

"Hehe, yeah, I know… They LET me in even without anything about me! They were some kind of saints!"

Oliver sighed dreamily.

"In the end you were able to get a lucky deal for a good living at least…Ah, what about your staff?"

"Well, I was considering redecorating my new place… I'm sad to have given up my other staff…"

"…Well," Oliver started, "you can… still go to your old place when he's not there and…take it!"

"…Are you suggesting I sneak in?!"

"You still have your own keys, right? And, besides, he made another girl sneak in; it's even!"

You started to consider this idea… even if it was a little immature. You had to comfort him. One day or another…

While talking about landlords and how bad they can be, you started to guess a little the ones you ended up in this mess. They were good; they didn't have any bad vibes at all. What gave you a strange feeling was…their name. You were sure you heard them before, especially the one with the hoodie…Wukong.

///

You were good. You weren't fine since you still had a lot of things to resolve, but being able to see you work, being able to properly vent with them, and enjoy a nice lunch at your favorite place made you just…good. Talisha even wanted to help you with the recovery of your precious belongings, and you even allowed her to bring her three-year-old son.

He would have broken a few things? Yes.

Was it a perfect revenge? Maybe, but you didn't care; you wanted to be petty now.

You separated from your friends an hour ago, getting the chance to make a long walk towards your apartment, checking a few stores on the road (like a pawn shop that had some really nice pieces of furniture and at such a good price), alongside a small shopping for your dinner, just some pots and an instant ramen. That day you received the message that your gas and water were ready, and it was quite strange at first, but then you remembered that Wujing had told you something about it.

"We have a few friends there; we can pull some strings!"

You never had friends anywhere… Now you were curious about what kind of people these four were…

Speaking of which, while you were returning from the front gate of the condo, you noticed someone attending to the small garden. You didn't have the chance the previous night to Look at it, but now that you got the chance, you noticed how nice and well-attended it was.

Divided by the rock path, the garden covered the majority of the external surface. At the sides of the path, young trees, now naked for the winter, followed the way towards the entrance of the complex. They must have been planted on the occasion of the summer, taking advantage of the green leaves and the shades they make.

Around, settled in an order that presumably had more sense when still covered in their green mantles, almost naked bushes with a few leaves left on them.

The smell of fresh soil was quite strong, probably because it was the same area It was worked on in order to make it softer.

"Let me tell you, it's not that great now, but wait for spring. Then you'll admire a well-done job."

You were so captivated by this new aspect of your new place that you haven't noticed the presence of Bajie in the garden. His jeans and his Hawaiian shirt were replaced by a pair of old and consumed overalls and what you guessed was the t-shirt from a university. With one hand digging a hole with a small scoop and the other fixing something round from an old burlap sack in it. His hair was fixed in a messy ponytail; who knows how long he had been working there?

You haven't noticed him at all, surprised by the man that, despite being quite loud, he could actually stay quiet as a body.

"Oh," you spoke, "I haven't seen you here!"

"Eh, a handsome man like me, with his hands in the dirt, all covered in mud… I know, kinda crazy, right?"

You narrowed your eyes again, but this time you were a little curious about his duty. You weren't an expert, but, by the look of it, that garden seemed like it was lush and well-gardened, especially if it was of that size. You were curious, to say the least.

"…What are you doing?"

"Taking care of a few things. After the rains, the soil is soft and perfect to start to put down some plants."

"But, it's winter. It's not the worst time to start doing this?"

"Au contraire!" Yoh snickered at that fake French accent. "It's actually a good moment to start putting down some bulbs and taking care of future parasites! Must say, those peach trees are my pride and joy! Not one singular insect, I swear!"

Oh, so those were peach trees… You remembered a few of them back at college; they were a nice spot to sit with…

"When it's summer, we have so many peaches that we can give them away or make some jams! You'll love it!"

You looked back at the man and…well, now he was something else. He seemed like he liked to talk good of himself and even better of his gardening.

"You're a gardening enthusiast?"

"Guilty, your honor!" He looked back at you and said, Say, want to help me out here? If you have some time, of course!"

You started to think about it, looking back at your window, at the empty and depressing apartment…

"…Sure, why not?"

///

Bajie, like he usually liked to be called, was someone that had a high perception of himself, to the point that he could look annoying or even depraved. But in that garden, more focused on taking care of the plants, digging, and cutting, he showed you a side of him that made you change your mind.

Talking with him was easy, mostly because he wasn't a judger since he was…himself. He liked to joke around, playing with a few bubs, showing off a little. And, most importantly, he talked with you like a normal person, not trying to woo you off or something.

"I used to be a farmer, back when I was married." He confessed. "It was hard, but it was honest work!"

"Oh,"you looked at him curiously. "You were married?"

"Yup, we had our issues, to use simple words. Mostly me."

Well, that was interesting; he didn't look like the kind who admitted his own fault, especially for a lost marriage. He certainly was different from another person that you knew.

"But she remade her life! So I suppose that, in the end, everyone got their own happy ending, right?"

"Umm…One of my friends ended her marriage after just one year…"

"Ooouh, tough …Well, it happened."

"Yeah, but… They were high school sweethearts, you know? They seemed so…connected!"

For a moment, you wondered even why you were talking about this now with him; he still was a total stranger to you.

"Sometimes, the sweetest love stories are just told by others. Sometimes, small issues that seem unnotable are, in fact, the peak of the iceberg."

…Wow, that was deep…You removed from the hole you were digging a worm, thinking that, when he talked with his heart in his hands, Bajie was a good date material.

He stood up, holding his rake on his shoulder, checking around.

"Um…yeah, it seems nice… Thank you for the help! It wasn't drinking wine in front of a fireplace, but it was a nice way to know each other better, eh?"

You nodded; this place was big. How was he able to take care of such a large garden anyway? Well, it was his work after all, or maybe he was an actual hard worker.

You were pondering about how much first impressions could be deceiving when you noticed that, as much as you were occupied with Bajie by working and just talking, your mind was actually quite able to shut off all the negativity that had been in your head for the last two days. As you were surprised, you felt a sense of relief.

Some peace, and you weren't thinking about if it could come back at all. Yoh sighed; he had never gardened before; it sure was a stress-releasing activity. If you had only known sooner, maybe you would have avoided that mental breakdown back at college!

Still focusing on feeling that sense of relief, you found yourself with the leaves of a leek on your face.

You haven't noticed Bajie Washington away from the garden and reaching his personal vegetable garden that he had mentioned before, holding out to you a basket with some seasonal vegetables.

"You need to work on your focus! There, so you won't starve. "

"Oh no, no!" You raised your hands, trying to move away the basket. "These are yours! I just wanted to help, Nottingham more!"

"And I refuse to not have a way to thank you properly."

"I don't even have a fridge!"

"It's cold! They'll survive outside the window, I insist! If you don't…well, I'll gift you a date with me!"

You snatched away the basket from his hand. There he was in the same new neighborhood. By your action, he just started to laugh, holding his tummy in the process, finding that response quite hilarious.

"All right, all right! I set you free, little lady!"

"…Thanks, I… I really appreciate this, really."

"Aw, don't think about it. I'll suggest you take a shower; this dirt can stay FOREVER!"

You greeted him again, now with a new and positive thought about Bajie.

After entering the building, something hit you immediately: it was cold, very cold. A small cloud of heat is forming from your breath, the sudden freezing feeling of the muddy dirt on your hand giving you some pain.

"Ugh, why is it so cold in here?!"

Oh please, you just arrived; you didn't want some broken heater problem now!

You were searching for your keys when you heard a... whisper.

You stopped for a moment, looking around… No one was around.

You started to head for the stars when, again, a whisper caressed your ears. You weren't sure those were even words, but you could perceive that it was a woman's voice. It was frail and small, but it was so near that you thought that whoever was talking was just a few inches from you.

You turned around so quickly that you almost lost balance on your feet, and yet again, no one seemed to be around, except a subtle luminous fog.

Wait, what?

Not far from your feet, an ominous strange smoke was spreading around. By the way that it was moving, it reminded you of gas, and the idea of a leak almost made you turn back and run towards Bajie to call for help, but it didn't make any smell and…well, it was luminous. It emitted a curious cold bluish light, and, as much as you knew, gas didn't have color.

Following it, you found that, following a small corridor that you had barely noticed before, it came from a door under a small pair of stairs. On the door, the sign of the laundry, the one that they said was under repair, but they never spoke about a gas leak…

Suddenly, again, the whisper came again, closer and stronger, and you felt an urge. You felt like you needed to open that door, to get inside and to look. You didn't know why, and, to be fair, it wasn't like you had never seen a laundry before, but…you wanted it. Maybe you were curious about this gas, or maybe you just wanted to go and see some broken washing machines.

Or maybe it was this cold sensation that made your hand move on its own towards the doorknob, feeling the iceberg feeling from it, and the whisper almost screaming in your eardrum. You slowly started to turn it, hearing the clickling movement of the lock, and then his hand grabbed your wrist. You gasped, when did you stopped breathing?!

His long and onyx nails could almost cut your skin, his iron grip , strong but firm, was more similar to a statue than a hand made of flesh. You noticed a stiff presence of fuzziness on his hand and torso, a big amount for a man.

"I thought they told you you shouldn't come here, did they?"

His voice was low; it rumbled a little, and alongside that sensation that accompanied him the previous day, you started to feel small and scared by his mere presence. You forgot the bravery from that morning in the owner's apartment; just near you, Wukong was capable of making you feel like a small child.

You dared to look at him: a hood covered his head; you couldn't even see his head properly alongside his face, covered in a surgery mask, the only light color from his outfit.

You couldn't get his eyes, but what you thought you saw was a pair of burning furnaces. You gulped, feeling that hand thag you could swear, the strenght in It was so strong that could broke yohr arm in two.

"I'm…I'm sorry," you tried to speak, holding the trembling tone in your voice "I was…just curious."

"Curiosity kill the cat, didn't your parents teach you that?"

His hand finally leaved your wrist, but your arm stayed in that same position for a few secondo, fearing that a movement could cause something else fron this…man? He was a man? You weren't that shre now…

The hand that was holding you now was pushing your shoulder, forcing you to face the other side of the corridor, and, with the same small push, he started to lead you out, back at the base of the staircase.

"There," he reached the basket, grabbed it, and put it in with some kind of force in your arms. "Now go inside and do… Whatever you girls like to do in your free time, try to leave your pretty hands out from the nasty things, all right?"

And you stayed there, with a confused look on your face, trying to register the last few minutes, and… you started to happen with your fingers in the basket.

His tone has changed; from that stern tone back at the door, his voice became flat, boring, almost…mockingly nice. Come to think of it, from the start, he had zero interactions with you, and, at least for decency, he could at least present himself to you. Not only that, he had handled you like a child, moving you around like a puppy, scolding for a door…

He had already passed you, reaching for his apartment door when you finally spoke.

"You know, a bit of manners wouldn't hurt you."

He suddenly stopped, your eyes glued in a scorn over him, while he slowly turned around, raising an eyebrow.

"Come again?"

"… Oh miss, I'm sorry! This place is in need of repair! I thought you knew!… Is it so hard to articulate a phrase without sounding so annoyed?"

You didn't know what was into you; you had just properly met this dude a few minutes ago, but his way of acting, his attitude, was irritating. Maybe it was your patience over these kinds of jerks that had run out from last night. Even if it could put you in big trouble, you wanted, at least for once, to speak.

He stared at you after that interpretation of him talking nicely, and maybe there you felt your resolve crumble… And then he laughed.

It was a thing of an instant; one moment he was throwing daggers with his eyes, and the next he was holding his belly from the laughs. Was he crazy besides being rude?!

After he had finally calmed down and cleaned a few tears from his eyes under the hoodie, he took a big breath.

"Wow…just wow! You kind of are something else, aren't you, uh?!"

He keeps on giggling like an idiot, opening the door that he was trying to reach before, opening it and revealing the sound of a soap opera from the inside.

"I like this one better than the crying and meek one. Try to use it more, all right?"

And, with that, he just disappeared again.

You stayed there for some more, trying to understand again what had just happened and… Did someone tell him that you had cried last night?…

In any case, he had no right to call you like that! Cry baby?! Did he know what you had been thrown?!

With a sigh, you started to walk towards your apartment, more annoyed by this creep than before.

The one from the laundry, on the other hand, promised to herself to make that bastard pay for stealing her metal.

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I'll post it later on Ao3 too!!))

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