#Why Did She Let the Monkeys Loose?

[genkinahito]

Kiseki no Ko Yumeno ni Mau, Why Did She Let the Monkeys Loose?, Shine the Spotlight on Me!, tsu., Tetsuya Kumagawa K-BALLET TOKYO “New Production of Kumagawa version Sleeping Beauty” in Cinema, Japanese Film Trailers

Welcome to the second of two trailer posts this week. You can find the first post here. This week, I posted a preview of the Japanese films at the Osaka Asian Film Festival 2024. I’ll be cranking up coverage of that over the next few months as. I hope to review as many as possible and also interview directors, so come back if you want to learn about the latest on the Japanese indie scene. Before…

[scribblesofagoonerr]

— It's so fluffy, I'm gonna die! | Glastonbury Series

here's the second part of this small mini series i have been working so hard to create over the past week, this is one of my favourites so i hope you all enjoy it!

yet again a massive thank you to @alotofpockets and @lvnleah for the ongoing help throughout writing this and putting up with me throwing ideas at them all the time.

pairings: leah williamson x reader!monkey

summary: the first day of the festival, leah let's loose with the alcohol and monkey definitely does take advantage about the fact that leah is drunk and she can get what she wants, more so use her bank card to the extreme without her knowing

you can check out the whole masterlist here: chaos fc masterlist

As the night draws on, you watch Leah get more and more drunk and she definitely did let her hair down.

You definitely do enjoy seeing this side of her though and you can definitely take advantage of it even.

"Le, can I have my bank card? I wanna go get another drink," You have to shout over the volume of the music to get her attention as she clumsily stumbles around until she looks at you in suspicion, "Come on, I'm not going to go wild with it!"

"You better not!" The blonde slurs, pointing her index finger at you, "Be the sensible Monkey that you are!"

You laugh as she digs through her purse and hands you your card. There have been a few things around the festival that of course had caught your eye and Leah had refused to buy you them so why not buy them now?

Straightaway, you immediately make a beeline to the stand that you'd passed earlier that is selling stuffed teddies, "One unicorn please!" You grin before tapping your card and paying for it.

Sliding your bank card into your pocket, you're still beaming a wide smile as you eagerly clutch your giant unicorn, "Best purchase ever!"

Now you just have the task of taking it back to the tent so you can hide it from Leah until morning at least when it'll be too late to take it back.

"Boo!" Holly sneaks up behind you as you start to head in the direction of where you distinctly remember coming from where the tents were set up in camp, "Where are you off?" She questions, curiously.

"U... Uh, nowhere!" You stutter, quickly working to shove the giant stuffed unicorn behind your back because if it's out of sight then it's out of mind.

Holly quirks in her eyebrow in amusement, "Really? Who're you tryin' to fall here-- What's that behind your back?" She wonders, trying to take a closer look.

"What thing?" You try and play it off like you really don't know what she is on about, tightly clutching the unicorn and praying that it doesn't drop on the floor, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I can literally see it poking out behind your back," The older woman states in amusement, "What you got?" She repeats her words.

Biting your lip, you slowly pull the giant unicorn out from behind your back and look at her innocently, "Don't tell Le, please!" You all but plead now.

"Oh, Monkey," Holly finds it hard to stifle her laughter, "Is this you being sensible with your money, huh?" She teases you, ruffling your hair.

You pout at the older women and tightly clutch your unicorn in your hand, "Leah wouldn't buy me one when I asked, so I just did it myself! She's too drunk to even care right as well-- Will you please help me hide it from her?" You ask.

Hesitantly, Holly agrees with this as she nods, "Alright, come on... If she asks, I didn’t have anything to do with this!"

"Deal!" You exclaim a bit louder than necessary, "It's so fluffy I'm gonna die!" You can't help but quote one of the beloved Minion films you have watched previously.

But there's still nothing better than Shrek, of course.

Nor Marvel.

"Did you seriously just quote despicable me?" Holly can't help but laugh in amusement as the two of you walk back to camp.

"Yes... Yes, I did!" You nod proudly as you make it to the campsite and you suddenly pause in sudden realisation as your eyes widen, "Oh no! I should have gotten Buddy something!"

"We're back at the tent now, it's okay we'll go back and pick one up for her on the way back to the tent later on instead. Maybe a dinosaur?" The older woman suggests kindly, squeezing your shoulder gently.

Grinning in agreement, you carefully place the unicorn inside the tent for safe keeping, "Awesome, or should I say Roar-Some!" You joke with the woman.

"Come on Monkey," The blonde leads you back in the direction of where the festival is, "I can understand why Le calls you a Menace sometimes now." She states in amusement.

"I'm not even that bad, Leah exaggerates sometimes that's all!" You tell her as you shrug your shoulders, "I still gotta take advantage to find more things to buy on my card before she realises!"

"Are you sure about that?" Holly doesn't seem so convinced as you spot a cash machine and have the brainwave to take some money out, "Is this a good idea?" She wonders.

"I see it as," Shrugging your shoulders, you pop your card in the machine and punch in your pin, "Call it compensation right now."

"Compensation, for what?" Holly laughs in amusement.

"Compensation for having to put up with Leah's drunk ass," You remark as your card slots back out and you stuff it in your pockets along with the small wad of cash and continue to walk back to them.

Of course it's not long until you get distracted.

"Oh, stop! I see it, I love it and I want it!" With the tap of your card on the machine, you now proudly own both of them.

"What's with the cowboy hat... And the neon light?" Holly questions amusedly as she shakes her head.

Shrugging your shoulders, you adjust it on your head and start to walk back to the group, "It seemed like a good idea, so I did it cos' that is how you should live your life!"

"That is not a motto you should live by," Holly tells you in disagreement as she laughs, "Come on cowgirl, before they wonder where we've got too."

With a few purchases in hand, you walk back to the group. You are now extremely happy with the cowboy hat you spotted on the way back and a neon green flashing light that you found fascinating and it was just screaming out for you to buy.

"Hi drunky, we're back!" You grin at the blonde and lean up on your tip-toes to hug her from behind, and of course being in the drunken state that she is, she is more than willing to accept the hug.

"Monkey!" Leah exclaims, doing no more than turning around, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around, "Have you been sensible?" She slurs.

Just how much has she drunk while you were gone?

"I'm always sensible," You reply in agreement as you can't help but laugh at her antics.

"No, you are not," Leah slurs as she playfully pokes you on the nose.

"How drunk are you?" You question, not hiding your laughter.

The blonde gasps in shock horror, "I am not drunk! I can... I can tell the time!" She insists, eagerly.

You snicker in amusement, "Sure, you keep on telling yourself that one," Turning to look at Holly for confirmation, "She is so drunk, innit?" You ask her.

"She's just having a good time," Holly laughs at her cousin's current state of drunkenness, "But she will definitely have a sore head in the morning of course."

Leah still continues to cling onto you, "You're my cheeky Monkey! I love you! I do, I love you a lot!" She states, loud and proud.

"I love you too, Le... Even when you're as drunk as you are," You respond as you find her leaning her head on your neck with a bit of height difference.

"I'm serious!" Leah slurs as she continues to rest her head on your shoulder, "You are a pain sometimes but you are a pain that I love so, so much!" She tells you and it makes you smile hearing her say that, because despite how annoying you can get at times, she still loves you.

"I love the way she fills her clothes. She looks just like them girls in vogue. I love the way she plays it cool-- Oh my God. I love this band!" It’s your turn to scream at the top of your voice, pretty much deafening Leah considering you’re sitting on her shoulders and having the absolute time of your life listening to one of your favourite bands.

Is it such a good idea to do that when she’s had a lot of drinks?

Eh, probably not.

What is the worst that can happen?

Right now you feel like a dream come true to be here and it feels a completely surreal experience.

“Best time ever!” You continue to scream and dance to the music, having trust in Leah to not drop you on your head, “I think that she is beautiful…”

“Sing it loud, Monkey!” Leah encourages you loudly, keeping her arms draped around your legs so you’re a bit stable, but right now in the moment you are enjoying yourself too much to care.

“You know this song word for word?” Grace chimes in, looking at you in amusement.

“She’s so lovely, she’s so lovely, she’s so lovely, she’s so lovely, she’s so lovely, she’s so lovely, she’s so lovely!” You still continue to scream the lyrics on repeat, throwing your hands up in the air while having an absolute blast.

“And she continues,” Holly jokes with you.

“She’s pretty, a fitty. She’s got a boyfriend and that’s a pity. She’s flirty turned thirty!” You sing but more like continue to scream the lyrics down the blonde ear.

“What film is this even from?” Holly asks, curiously.

You peer down and gasp at her dramatically, “Angus Thongs and perfect snogging, of course! How… How didn’t you know that?” You question in disbelief, “You’re, like, old enough to know it!”

“I can’t believe you just called me old– She did just call me old, right?” The older woman looks around in disbelief, offended that you literally called her old.

“I did!” You don’t hesitate to quip in agreement, “Let down, complete let down! Anybody that doesn’t know this band or the movie is a fuckin’ let down!”

“Monkey, reign in a bit,” Leah slurs, very much not in the state to even scold you right now with the state that she is in, “Be a nice Monkey!”

“She’s fine, don’t worry about it. She’s having a good time!” Holly waves her off in disagreement as she laughs.

“Yeah, she’s just accepting that she is old,” You remark, sticking your tongue at the older blonde woman.

“Wha… Is she always like this?” Holly questions in disbelief, “I’m just getting constantly insulted here by this kid. I… I didn’t sign up for this!” She jokes.

"Yeah, I'm afraid so. I'm sorry in advance for her like this," Leah slurs her apology, “You have to be nice, Monkey!”

“Nah. Get used to it,” You grin at the older blonde, who still pretends to look offended.

“Monkey,” Leah can’t stifle her laughter, “Be nice, you cheeky monkey!”

You would probably take her more seriously if she wasn’t slurring her speech while trying to lecture you, but right now she is too funny to handle.

“I’m only havin’ fun and winding her up,” You remark without even thinking about it, “I can’t help that’s my personality!”

It’s later in the evening and you’re now standing beside Holly, who is the most sober out of everyone, watching Dua Lipa perform on stage.

Meanwhile Leah is sitting on one of her friends shoulders, having the time of her life, throwing her hands up in the air and jamming to the music.

It’s hard to even know how much she has drunk at this point and you’re definitely surprised that she hasn’t managed to fall down considering how much she’s moving about up there.

Going back to the tent at the end of the night will be a fun experience…

“Woohoo! I like this one!” You shout enthusiastically, bopping your head to the beat of the music.

Holly smiles at your enthusiasm, “How’re you not tired, kid?” She wonders, curiously.

“I’m not old like the rest of you lot,” You remark, sticking your tongue out at her, “What’s your excuse?”

“Wow. You are so cheeky sometimes,” The blonde tells you as she shakes her head in amusement.

“It’s my personality, I can’t help it!” Shrugging your shoulders, you look over to where Leah is indeed having a great time on her friends shoulders still, “Le is still havin’ the time of her life as well!”

Holly glances at her cousin and smiles, “Yeah, she is. It’s nice to see her letting her hair down though. The past several months with her injury have been difficult for her.”

You couldn’t help but nod in agreement, having to watch the blonde suffer with her ACL injury was horrible and you just wanted to help her out in any way that you could do, even if that was to help out taking care of Buddy more. 

You would never turn down spending more time with your favourite little buddy. 

It’s great to finally have her back on the pitch again, even if she’s still bossy about things and all.

"Yeaaaah! Come on, come on, let's get physical!" The blonde that your on about screams the lyrics out loud as another one of her friends films her. 

You can't help but snicker, "You can say she is enjoying herself-- I'm not carrying her back to the tent tonight!"

"I'll handle it, don't worry," Holly tells you.

"Phew!" You exclaim, dramatically.

Leah definitely is letting her hair down tonight, drinking and partying on her friends shoulder and you couldn't really blame her because she is always too stern in your own opinion sometimes.

"Le! Leah!” You shout aloud to get her attention, continuing to poke and prod her just to annoy her, “Leeaaaahhhh!"

"Hi monkey!" The blonde beams a wide smile at you and drunkenly slings her arm around you once she’s gotten off her friends shoulders. 

"You're drunk!" You exclaim in amusement, leaning your body against her as you can start to feel the exhaustion hit.

Also hunger, you could kill for a pizza right now!

"Nope, I am... I am totally fine!" Leah slurs her speech.

"Nuh uh! You are completely drunk!" You disagree with the blonde.

"I think it's time we start heading back to the tent now," Holly suggests, catching onto the way her cousin is struggling to stand up without your support.

"I'm hungry!" You complain to the sober blonde, "Can we get pizza?" She wonders.

Holly laughs and nods in agreement, "We can get you something on the way back to the tent, let's just focus on getting little miss drunk over here back there right now."

"Good luck with that! I don't think she's in any state to even walk-- I already said I'm not carrying her back!" You insist, firmly, to get your point across.

"I got it, it's fine... Come on, Le. We're gonna go back to the tent," Holly tries to pull Leah in the direction of the walk back to the tents.

"Aw, what? No. The night is still young!" Leah protests, shaking her head.

Holly chuckles and shakes her head, "Yeah, but you've had a lot to drink. It's best we call it a night," she turns to the rest of her friends, "We're gonna go back to the tents. See you all in the morning."

"Awh, don't be a buzzkill Hol!" Leah shouts aloud, literally using your own words against her cousin.

"Hey, there my words!" You whine in protest, "We still have to get food!" You remind the older blonde of the two, who is somewhat trying to pull the blonde in the direction of where the tents are set up.

"Ooo, food. Let's get kebabs!" Leah pipes up.

You screw your face up in confusion, "Le, you don't even like kebabs?"

Leah points her finger at you, booping you on the nose once again, "I don't care! I... I need a kebab!"

"Nuh uh, let's get pizza instead!" You protest, you're not a massive kebab’s at all but on the other hand, pizza right now sounds great.

"Nope, a kebab will be better!" Leah continues to insist.

You can't help but groan, "But you don't like them, pizza is so much better!"

"Well right now I want a kebab and you... you have to listen to me because I am older than you, Monkey!" Leah slurs, trying to once again boop you on the nose but misses due to her stumbling around.

"Seriously? That isn't fair!" You exclaim in annoyance, furrowing your eyebrow, "Holly, tell her that ain't fair!" You turn to look at the older woman for help.

Holly let out a laugh and shakes her head, "Relax, kid. I'll get you pizza like you want afterwards."

"Winning!" You shout aloud in excitement as you begrudgingly navigate your way through the crowd, Leah stumbles a bit behind you and you can’t help but giggle as Holly has to keep a firm grip on her to prevent her from falling. 

The smell from the various food stalls waft through the air and your stomach growls in response.

The hot dog you ate previously did not do much to fill you up at all. 

"Can I get two kebabs, please," Holly turns her attention to the man in the food van, before she digs her own bank card out and taps it on the machine to pay. 

Leah leans against the counter with her eyes half closed, “Smells soooo good,” She murmurs. 

A few minutes later, the vendor hands Holly the kebabs and she hands one to the blonde, who takes a bite and her eyes widen, “This tastes amazing!”

“Guarantee you won’t even remember any of this tomorrow,” You state, grinning at Leah, who’s too busy savouring the kebab she’s currently eating.

So much for her being a picky eater, right now.

Of course you took photo evidence to prove to her that she did in fact eat this that you can’t wait to show her when she’s sober.

While watching the two of them happily munch kebabs, your stomach grumbles again, "Alright, can we please get pizza now?" You question. 

"Alright, come on little miss impatient," Holly nods in agreement, walking in the direction where the pizza truck is not too far ahead.

"Yes, race you there!" You took off running before the two of them even have a chance to realise you have bolted as you reach the pizza food stall and your eyes light up in glee, "Hi! Can I have a BBQ chicken pizza, please-- Wait, do you guys serve just slices or is it like a whole pizza?" You wonder.

"Whole pizzas," The man replies to your question.

"Even better then! Yeah, I'll take a BBQ chicken one, please!" You ask the man, taking the advantage of having your card right now as the blonde still hadn't even realised due to her own drunken state of mind, you tap your card on your machine and slot it back in your pocket.

"M... Monkey!" You hear the familiar voice call out your name before you turn around and see the two blondes have eventually caught up to you, "You can't run off like that-- Remember, there's big crowds!" She slurs her words.

"I'd take you a lot more seriously if you weren't stumbling around the way that you are," You remark, grinning at Leah who tries her best to glare at you, "Really, I am so scared of you right now, I'm highly terrified. I am!" It's just too easy to wind her up right now.

"You get your pizza, kid?" Holly laughs, trying to keep a grip on Leah who is stumbling about the place.

"Waiting on it now-- Hey, gimme me cowboy hat back!" You whine in protest, feeling it being swiped off your head, "Le!"

"Nope, it's mine now!" Leah slurs, proud of herself as she puts it on her own head.

"Le!" You grumble in annoyance, "Give it back!" You try to reach for it, standing on your tip toes but she has the advantage over you with her height.

"Monkey, here's your pizza," Holly accepts the pizza of the vendor and thanks them since you were too busy trying to fight for your hat back instead, "Okay, what'd I miss here?"

"Tell her to give me my hat back," You still continue to glare at Leah, "I brought it and she'll just lose it with the state that she is in!"

Leah gasps in shock horror, "You don't know that. I... I love this thing!" She states.

"Yeah, but Le, it's mine so give it back!" You don't care if you're whining and making a scene right now when you want your hat back and the drunken blonde is holding it hostage, "Give it back!" 

"Nope, it's mine!" Leah slurs, continuing to wind you up, "It suits me so much better!" 

Starting to jump up to try and reach it, you scowl at her, "Give it... Give it back!" With one final jump, you manage to knock it off her head and grin in victory, "Ha! It's my hat, you get your own!"

Holly laughs and shakes her head at your usual antics, "Alright, come on. Let's try and get back to the tent in one piece without a fight breaking out," She jokes, directing the way towards the tents.

"She started it!" You point your finger in accusation at the blonde, who is now back to happily munching on her kebab again.

"I know, I know. Come on," Holly murmurs, remaining to keep her grip on Leah, who is more concerned about her kebab rather than where she is going, "Careful, Le. Watch your step."

"I'm so gonna laugh if she falls on her face!" You comment, finding the whole scenario absolutely hilarious and of course you have your phone out to video it.

"Nearly there now," Holly has to virtually pull Leah towards your own tent, "No, Le! That's the wrong tent, don't go in that one!" She shouts, dragging the drunk blonde away from it.

"Oh this is hilarious. Hold on, hold on!" You're quick to react and pull your phone out again, "I'm getting this on video-- Le, you ain't living this one down, at all!" You exclaim, having great joy watching the blonde making a fool of herself.

"Come on, Le," Holly says, the exhaustion sounds clear in her voice as she guides her cousin in the direction of the correct tent, "It's this tent, there we go... You just sit here and uh, you'll be fine. I'll be back with some water-- Just don't move!"

Flopping down inside the tent, you can't help but snicker at the blonde, who seems in her own world as she still continues to munch on the remainders of her kebab, "You are so drunk and this is hilarious to witness right now," You tell her as you start to open the pizza box and tear a slice out to eat, "You're definitely gonna regret this tomorrow... And I can't wait to wind you up about it!" You say with a mouthful of food.

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[ebongawk]

ok ok ok ok ok HOW ABOUT a drunken kiss with hellcheer 👀 and if u make it sad so help me god i WILL fly to u and beat ur ass

4. A Drunken Kiss

They were playing fucking spin the bottle.

What kind of full-fledged high school seniors played spin the bottle? Wasn't that reserved for, like, thirteen-year-olds? But Stacie Mancini had drunkenly shouted, "Oh, my God, we should play a game!" and someone had suggested this, so now a bunch of almost-twenty-somethings were gathered in a half-assed circle as an empty bottle of vodka spun around and around.

Stacie landed on Andy Fuckface, and she looked mildly disgusted, which. Good for her. She still sucked his face for a solid five seconds. Andy landed on Tracy Mathews, Tracy landed on Jason Carver. Jason didn't even look at his fucking girlfriend before he stuck his tongue down Tracy's throat.

Chrissy, for all intents and purposes, looked like she didn't even want to be there. She flinched when Jason leaned toward the center, but otherwise made no show of being an active participant in the game.

And Eddie, with his front row seat to the action from the dealer's perch in the corner, had to wonder why no one seemed to fucking notice how uncomfortable she was.

Staying sober for these gigs was a goddamn chore. While it used to be fun to watch the chaos and debauchery unfold, being privy to the disgusting nature of inebriated human teenagers got old.

Maybe he was a little cynical. Because this shit had stopped being fun around the exact same time he caught the aforementioned Ball-Fondling Carver sneaking upstairs at a different party with Theresa Peretti.

It was the first and only time he'd ever considered getting involved.

Like, okay, so maybe sometimes he felt a little bad when he caught people who had significant others mackin' on those who were not the aforementioned significant others. But fuck it. Not his circus, not his monkeys, right?

He'd ruined that little unspoken rule of his that Monday at school. Seeking Chrissy out, small and drawn and sad as she was, and had straight up told her what he saw. No beating around the bush, no bullshitting.

Whether or not that had anything to do with the fact that Chrissy treated him like an actual human being was meaningless.

She'd just blinked at him. Then, instead of the anger or upset he'd been expecting, she let out this vague little laugh.

"Oh. Um. Thanks, Eddie, but... Could you maybe keep this between us?"

"What? Did you hear me, Cunningham? That asshole--"

"No, I know. And, truly, I appreciate you telling me. Just... Just trust me, okay? I'll handle it."

He'd wanted to scream. To rip his own hair out and throw it at her like that would lift the starry-eyed curtain she was clearly hiding behind. But that was, like, two months ago, and he still saw her tucked under Carver's arm day in and day out, so Eddie had resigned himself to bearing witness to her silent suffering on the off chance he caught a glimpse of her in the hallway or any of their shared classes.

Why the fuck anyone would stay with a whole ass cheater made no sense, so Eddie stopped trying to understand the popularity masses.

"Oh, shit, that's pointing at the freak," someone whispered, drawing Eddie's attention out of his own head and back into Chance Kinicki's hazy basement. He blinked, meeting Chrissy's gaze from the other side of the room, and put the pieces together.

It had finally been her turn to spin the bottle, and it had landed between two of the nearer bodies and was trained on him.

Which. What the fuck.

"Nah, man, let her spin again," Carver slurred, waving a loose wrist in the air. "She's not gonna lock lips with trash. Right, babe?"

Oh, he was such an asshole. Eddie wanted to knock him down a peg or five. Preferably while sober, so he wouldn't have the excuse of his intoxication to blame getting his ass handed to him by quote-end-quote trash.

Chrissy said nothing. She just stared at him, wearing something in her expression that Eddie couldn't identify. After a few tense, quiet seconds, Chrissy stood, stumbling a little through her own drunkenness, and made her way across the room. Shaking off Jason's grabby hands as she stepped around people and bottles before coming to a swaying stop directly in front of Eddie.

"Hi," she muttered, looking down at him with ruddy cheeks and glassy eyes.

Shit. Shit. What the fuck was happening? Eddie's hands twitched where they were sitting on his thighs, staring up at her like she was an angel come to deliver some new commandment.

Thou Shalt Not Lust After Unattainable Girls Who Are a Little Too Intoxicated to Make a Rational Decision. Or something.

"Uh," he managed, the word strangled up from his throat like she'd wrapped her dainty little fists around it. Like all of his oxygen already belonged to her. Fuck, all the oxygen in the room belonged to her. "Hey, Cunningham."

"'M supposed to kiss you," she continued, tilting her head to one side as her eyes wandered along the grooves of his face. Settling on his lips once she'd taken her fill. "The game says so."

"I wasn't playing the game, princess," Eddie reminded her gently, glancing around her to see the audience watching them with rapt eyes.

Chrissy just shrugged. Like that was enough of an explanation.

"That's okay," she answered. "The bottle knew, Eddie. Right? It knew that I..."

Then, before he could react or breathe or fucking think, she was petting his hair back from his face, leaning down, and pressing a slow, soft kiss right to his lips. Like a fucking deer in the middle of the road, he froze, unable to parse together half a thought that wasn't whoa.

Fucking fireworks.

He finally got enough wits about himself to pull away, because she was drunk and he wasn't and none of this was right, which wasn't fair but that was neither here nor there.

"Oh," she breathed, blinking at him, some of the haze in her eyes clearing. Her cheeks had gone even pinker, lips still half-puckered like she wanted to lean back in and taste him all over again.

"Hey!" Jason barked, struggling to stand from the floor, blazing eyes staring daggers at Eddie. "Get off her, freak!"

Dude, he wasn't even touching her.

"Shove it, Jason," Chrissy responded before Eddie could ask him if he was serious. She leaned toward Eddie, half-shielding him with her body, and he really thought she was gonna fall into his lap, she was so goddamn unsteady. She managed to stay firmly planted, using a hand on his shoulder to keep herself straight, and actually stuck her tongue out at her boyfriend.

Eddie wanted to die, it was so fucking cute.

"Babe--"

"I'm dumping you."

The fucking gasps that erupted across the room were actually comical. Eddie couldn't have stopped himself from laughing if he'd tried. Which, he did not, because it was too goddamn funny. The cackle he let out drew the attention to him, but, Jesus, fucking worth it.

Before he realized what was even happening, Chrissy was taking his hand, pulling him along behind her as she escaped up the stairs. Her considerable strength barely gave him a moment to grab his box of tricks as she hauled him from his gig as the weekend fun-bringer.

Why he was part of her little storm-out, he couldn't explain. But he wasn't exactly unhappy about it, either. As it was, for effect, he raised a devil horn at Jason's flabbergasted glare on his way out.

"Wow," Chrissy said as they escaped into the chilly April night. "Wow! I just did that!"

"Yeah, uh––"

"Oh, shoot, we gotta get outta here," Chrissy stated, glancing back over her shoulder. Grimacing and rushing him toward his van just as the front door of Chance's house swung open, an absolutely irate Carver standing in the muted light.

They ran, Chrissy surprisingly steady on her feet, and laughed the whole way to his van. He unlocked the passenger seat, diving across the center console and yanking Chrissy in after him. Carver had slipped at one point, the alcohol probably rushing around painfully in his head, and was struggling back to his feet just as the rest of the laundry basket team finally came out. Chance and Patrick were both obviously trying to hold back their laughter, but Eddie didn't bother finding out what happened next.

He started the van and peeled the fuck outta there.

Chrissy was still laughing, although it was much quieter now. No longer filling the night air with little tinkling notes of her joy, it was more like the soft music of wind chimes outside. Following them as they ate a few miles of concrete in the otherwise sleepy town.

"So, uh. You want me to take you home, or––?"

"No." He kinda expected her to be staring out the windshield or her window, but instead she was looking directly at him. Not offering him a modicum of relief from the weight of her gaze. "I do not want to go home like this, Eddie."

"Uh..."

"Can we, like, go to the lake or something? Please?"

Well, how the fuck was he supposed to say no to that?

The back of the van was stuffed full of blankets, pillows, a mattress from Gareth's younger brother's bunk bed and a few couch cushions off the spare couch on the porch, because he and the guys had gone down to Indianapolis to see Metallica during the week and had slept in the van instead of coughing up the dough for a motel room.

Chrissy made herself right at home, making the bed until it was nice and soft before throwing open the back doors of the van where he'd parked at Rick's house. Staring out over the lake as it twinkled with starlight. Like a bunch of white Christmas lights were hidden beneath the lapping waves.

He sat next to her, trying to breathe around the way she cuddled into him like she fit right in the circle of his arms. Which. Yeah. She did, but if he thought about it too much, he'd drive himself crazy, so.

They talked a little bit about how she'd just publicly dumped her boyfriend. About how relieved she was, now that the farce was finally over, because she'd been wanting to do that since way before he told her about the cheating. How happy she was to be there with him.

Which. He didn't know how to comprehend that, really. So he let it sit in the air, soft and gentle as the breeze that made music of the leaves outside, and breathed it in. Pulling it into his lungs like her little admission would coast through the oxygen in his blood and make itself part of his fucking DNA.

"Hey, Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I kiss you again?"

God, how was she so cute? The sleepy cadence of her tone, still slightly slurred with alcohol.

Shit. Denying her felt stupid as fuck.

"Ask me again when you're sober, yeah?" he said, desperately playing at lighthearted. "Might change your mind in daylight."

"Mmm," she hummed, her voice so fucking adorable. "Doubt it."

Hand to God, he hadn't fucking meant to fall asleep. He didn't know where Chrissy lived, exactly, but he figured he'd let her sleep off the drunk for a little bit before he roused her awake and got her address.

Yeah. Stupid move on his part, awakening when the sun hit his eyes first thing in the morning.

Because now he knew, intimately, the way Chrissy blinked back into consciousness in the morning light. The way the sun's rays, just barely peeking up over the wooded horizon, hit her hair and made it glow like fire. The way she sniffled, looking around in confusion before her eyes landed on him.

The way she smiled, bright enough that her eyes slipped closed and her nose scrunched up.

"Morning," she breathed, rolling over from where she'd been plastered to his side so she could stretch. Said so casually, like she wasn't ruining his entire fucking life just by existing.

"Uh," he started, his voice gravelly. Half-choked and terribly embarrassing. "Morning, Cunningham. Shit. Sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep."

Chrissy hummed, finished with her stretching. Then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, she rolled right back into him. Tucking her face into his shoulder for effect.

Yeah. He was dead. He'd, at some point between school yesterday and Chance Kinicki's house, died, and now he was having those crazy imaginations where his unstated dreams were coming true.

"'S'okay," Chrissy mumbled into his chest. Prompting him to wrap his arms back around her. Because why the fuck not? "I, um. I definitely didn't mind."

Yeah. Heart attack. Stroke. Car accident. Something.

"Hey, Eddie?"

"Yep?" God, the way his voice broke, you'd think he was going through fucking puberty again.

"Can I kiss you again now?" A breath, like she heard the way his goddamn heart skipped a beat, before she added, "I promise I'm sober now."

Oh fuck him.

"You, uh––" He coughed, clearing his throat. "You actually want to?"

Shit, she giggled, and he fucking felt it against his ribs.

"Yeah," she said, easy as pie. Easy as Sunday morning. Easy as anything. "Yeah, I've, um. I've wanted to for, like, a while now."

He would've sworn he felt Cupid's arrow hit his blackened little heart.

"Chrissy, you can kiss me whenever you want," he croaked. "Like, uh. Now, later, tomorrow. Y'know. Open real estate here for you."

Christ, that giggle. He wanted to swallow her whole.

She tilted her chin back, that gorgeous grin lighting up his dingy van better than any spotlight ever could.

"That's good," she murmured, staring up at him. "'Cause I get the feeling I'll take you up on every offer."

Jesus Christ, he hoped so.

(And she did.)

kiss prompt!

(and a very happy birthday to @astorytotellyourfriends 😘🩷🖤)

[pluto-supremacy]

YOUR VI JAIL FIC WAS SO GOOD AND THE HEADCANONS WERE SO SO ACCURATE. :'( IF POSSIBLE, CAN YOU MAKE A P2 TO HOW THEIR LIFE IS OUTSIDE OF PRISON WHEN THEY MAKE IT OUT? or an angst with caitlyn being blackmailed by the warden to only let one prisoner out? :3 said one being vi, and vi having to abandon reader?

Vi Fic: Bye Bye Bun

➼ Aaaah thank you so much! I'm so glad so many people liked the Stillwater headcanons^^ I was afraid my Vi was going to be soooo out of character. I decided to write some angst first >:) if this fic does well or I get another ask I'll also work on life after Stillwater, give you guys some fluff after this

➼ Continuation of Vi Headcanons: dating f!reader at Stillwater

➼ No beta we die like Claggor (I'm running out of people who die in the series-)

➼ Warnings: None! Bit of a longer fic for you guys today, enjoy!

GIF does not belong to me! All credits to the owner

The sound of knuckles meeting hard concrete echoed throughout the cell block, small grunts following close behind. "You know we don't get clean bandages for another two weeks Vi, your knuckles are going to get infected at this rate." you called out. Suddenly the pounding stopped and a small chuckle was heard. "Don't worry about me bun, just trying to blow off some steam," she said, pacing around her cell instead of beating up a wall. "You should really get some sleep. Long day tomorrow"

"No such thing as a short day here." you groaned. Carefully you laid down on the ground of the cell. Vi's was only a few doors down, close enough to talk just above a whisper but way too far away to see each other. Both of you always slept against the walls that faced each other. It was the closest thing to sleeping next to each other in this shithole. Aside from whenever you two napped during free time of course. Even then Vi stayed wide awake to ensure you were okay.

"Goodnight Vi, wake me up if anything happens, okay?" "I will Y/N, I promise"

That was nearly two hours ago. You were sound asleep by now, the cold, hard floor no longer keeping you up. It was something every prisoner in Stillwater had to get used to. Mattresses weren't provided. The few that did get a thin mat to sleep on at night only got one after a lot of medical visits and several notes stating they needed one for medical reasons. You and Vi weren't so lucky to have any notes. Still, there were worse things here. Like the food. That's why any food or snacks that were smuggled in were high value items. Currently you had a packet of chips hidden under a loose brick right where you slept. You scored them a few days ago and wanted to surprise Vi by sharing them tomorrow.

The elevator dinged as the doors opened, the clack of heels filling the halls. Caitlyn stopped in front of Vi's sell, her hood still up. "What the hell do you want?" Vi asked, glancing over at the taller woman. "Your help. You beat up an inmate, I needed to question him about a crime scene from yesterday. Why did you break his jaw?" "Because I wanted to." She responded with a small shrug, disinterested in whoever this enforcer was. "Why are you in here?" Caitlyn tried again, looking over the file in her hands. "For my sunny personality." Vi shot back immediately.

Caitlyn shook her head, sighing. "This was a waste of time." she closed the file and her journal, starting to walk off. Maybe she could find away around a broken jaw, pen and paper perhaps. "Couldn't have said it better myself. Give Silco a kiss for me on that winning eye of his." that was what caught the enforcer's attention. Turning around she walked back to Vi's cell, getting a bit closer to the bars. "Silco? The industrialist?" "Hardly what I'd call an industrialist." She scoffed, leaning against the bars. That's when the other woman held up something that caught her eye.

In Caitlyn's journal was a picture of a spray-painted monkey. Just like the ones Powder used to make. "Where did you get this?" Vi asked, desperation creeping into her voice. "My question first. The inmate worked for Silco?" "Everyone in here does. You of all people should know that. Now where did you find that?" "It was at the crime scene, this is evidence" Caitlyn responded. She had the upper hand here now. "If I'm to believe you about Silco, I'm going to need proof."

A way out. Vi could get both of you out of here. "I can provide you proof. Just, not from in here" she gestured to the bars around her. "And," she began to add on "I need another inmate. Inmate 381. I'm not leaving without her." Caitlyn seemed to consider this for a moment. Then she turn and left without a word. What that meant, Vi had no clue.

Caitlyn had ran off back to the warden, forging papers along the way for the release of two inmates. She needed Vi's help to track whoever this person was down, so if someone else had to come along, so be it. As she put the papers down on the warden's desk, he seemed to lazily look over them. "I have orders to release inmates 381 and 516." she spoke up. He hummed in thought before shaking his head. "I can only release one." "What? It says right there-" "I can read. But I'm only releasing one. Pick." "..inmate 516."

So when Caitlyn returned and opened Vi's cell, she immediately ran to your cell. Or at least tried to. The enforcer stopped her a few steps in. "The warden only let me release one of you. You understand that-" "No I don't! This wasn't part of the deal!" Vi went to grab the collar of Caitlyn's dress, the other wrapping her hands around Vi's wrists as she was pressed against the wall. "You will-" "If you try anything I will make sure you're put back behind bars and you never see that other inmate again." Cait rushed out. It wasn't what she wanted to resort to, threats, but it seemed to work.

Almost instantly Vi's grip loosened, slowly setting Caitlyn back down on the ground. Leaving you...

"Once we're done, you let her out. Immediately. No excuses, exceptions, or delays. And I get to say goodbye." Vi demanded. That was fair, anyone could agree to that. Thankfully Caitlyn began nodding, dusting her dress off. "Go ahead then. Afterwards we need to get going to the Undercity."

This was going to hurt.

Vi walked over to your cell, kneeling down at the bars. You were still all curled up, dead asleep. She gently knocked on the bars. "Bun..bun you gotta wake up." That was odd. Vi's voice sounded so close...as you opened up your eyes you saw your girlfriend just on the other side of the bars. There was no quicker way to wake up than seeing your lover free from her cell. "Vi! You escaped! How-" you were cut off by seeing Caitlyn standing behind Vi.

"Who is that?" "Y/N, I can explain." "Vi, who is that!" you were shouting now. You didn't even fully realize it. "She's the one that got me out-" "So now you're going to get me out?" you interrupted. Seeing the pain flash on Vi's face told you everything that you needed to know. "You're leaving me.." your voice was barely audible, but Vi caught every word. She could feel her heart shattering as she saw the tears form in your eyes. "It's only for a little bit. The warden wouldn't let us both out, once I'm done helping Caitlyn we're coming right back for you, I promise."

You wanted to believe her. Vi had never lied to you before, why would she start now? Maybe it was the fear of never seeing her again. Or maybe it had to do with the enforcer standing behind her. Caitlyn was beautiful, you had to admit, so what if...

"No, no this isn't right. Vi you can't leave me here!" you shouted, crawling up to the bars and reaching out to grab Vi's wrist. "Vi you can't leave me! Please don't leave me!" the tears finally began rolling down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them away. Vi's own eyes were starting to gloss over with tears. "I'm coming back for you, Y/N. I swear on my life I'm not leaving you. It'll be a few days tops." "What does she," you nodded your head towards Caitlyn "even need help with, huh? What are you going to do for her?"

That cut deep. Vi tried not to take it to heart as she stood up, pressing one last kiss to the back of your hand. "I'm coming back for you." she repeated, steeling herself to actually leave. To not fall to her knees and tell Caitlyn to find someone else. This was your guy's chance of freedom. Even if this hurt you now, it was better in the long run. Everything would be better when you two could be together outside of Stillwater. "Bye bye, bun. I'll be back for you" and with that she turned around and started walking away. Vi knew if she turned around to look at you one last time, she'd never leave.

That's when the shouting started.

"Vi! Vi turn around right now! You can't leave me here!" you were standing up now, having an iron grip on the bars. Almost trying to bend them out of the way so you could run to Vi. Unfortunately you weren't that strong and the bars weren't that weak. "Violet don't leave me!"

Vi quickened her pace, rushing towards the elevator. Your voice was starting to blend with Powder's the day they were separated. It was all too much. She was going to find Powder and come back for you. Everything would be okay, everything would be right. As the elevator doors closed, she heard one last thing. Yours and Powder's voice were nearly indistinguishable from one another as you yelled out:

"TRAITOR!"

[starsfic]

Xiaotian points out one day that Zhu Bajie, Ao Lie, and Sha Wujing had to have had partners if his family and friends are their descendants. Sun Wukong is eager to spill the tea.

Anon: Monkie kid prompt: Wukong learns about Zhu Baije’s punishment (the love tragedy one) from Pigsy. And makes sure that it doesn’t happen or it ends with Pigsy’s and Tang’s relationship The Zhu Bajie and Ao Lie stories inspired by @twinklecupcake's wives.

A huge chest slammed onto the table, the dust on it thick enough that Xiaotian was sent into a coughing fit. "That's huge," he wheezed. "What's all in it?"

"Oh, a lot," Sun Wukong said, throwing open the chest. He pulled out a bunch of scrolls and loose pictures, what looked to be at least two fancy hanfus, and other stuff. Tang reached for one of the scrolls only for Wukong to slap his hand. The last thing he pulled out looked to be a photo album.

"Now," Wukong said, reaching for the scroll Tang attempted to grab. "I have no idea where Sha Wujing got his kid," He unfolded the scroll to reveal an ink picture. The giant river demon beamed next to a nervous-looking Tripitaka, the taller holding a small demon child. The child beamed with sharp shark teeth. "He just popped up one day and asked if I would basically be the kid's godfather and never asked any questions."

Sandy made a grabbing motion and Wukong let him take the scroll, ignoring Tang's pout. "So, he adopted?" the demon asked.

"Either that or he kidnapped the kid from a bad situation."

Wukong grabbed another scroll and unrolled it, presenting to Long Xiaojiao first. She cooed at the image of her white-haired ancestor in wedding robes, holding hands with a pretty dark-haired girl. "Oh, she's so pretty!" she said, pulling out her phone and snapping a picture. "Who is she?"

"She was a farmgirl, living on a farm near the ocean. Ao Lie apparently worked as a farmhand for her dad for several months because he got bored and ending up doing the whole Princess Bride schtick," Wukong said, unfolding one of the robes to reveal the red fabric was stitched with green dragons. "We didn't even get told about the wedding until she was expecting their second kid, although Master insisted on them having a second wedding so we could be there." His smile grew bigger. "They had a big stuffy court wedding where she was apparently so upset the entire morning because she had no idea Ao Lie was a prince and thought she was marrying some random stranger, so they didn't need much convincing."

Xiaojiao's eyes got bigger. "Can I-?" She made grabby hands. Wukong handed over the wedding robe with no protest. She zoomed out of the room and soon returned, striking a pose. Whatever preservation spell was on the fabric was strong, since it looked perfect despite its age. Xiaojiao was a tad shorter than Ao Lie, so some of it dragged on the floor, but it looked amazing.

"What about..." Pigsy sighed, as if the name was bitter on his tongue. "Zhu Bajie?"

Wukong's smile froze on his face. "He...uh...he returned to Blue Orchid, and I helped them find a new place in the countryside since her dad put up a stink," He reached for another scroll, handing it over. "They were besotted with each other. When she got pregnant, they were so happy...But he had a curse to be never happy in love."

Connections did not need further help.

The scroll depicted a scene of wedded bliss, the tiny woman dwarfed by the giant boar, a hand pressed protectively to her round stomach. The artist had caught them smiling at each other, eyes full of love and hope for the future.

Wukong, lost in memories, didn't notice Xiaojiao grabbing the scrapbook. "Is that why you were stalking Pigsy?" she called.

The monkey went stiff. "What?" Tang said.

"There's no need to see that-" Wukong made a grab but Xiaojiao danced back, her grin getting wider.

"Is this their first date-?!"

"WHAT?!"

"I wanna see!"

"I just wanted to help-"

Sandy, watching as his friends, his family, broke into struggle over the scrapbook that memorialized his oldest friends' happiness, smiled. He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture.

This could join the rest of the memories of the pilgrims.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 16)

They had done a decent job hiding this all from Khan until this point. The man had been busy fixing a malfunctioning main door and she had gotten quite good at hiding things from him. However that had to end when she was going to be forced to spend at least a couple of days staying in N's apartment, looking after his new daughter.

Khan decidedly did not need to know that her name was also on those adoption papers, and the longer she could keep that hidden the better, as much as N was someone she could let her guard down around, the same couldn't be said about the rest of the bunker, there were already rampant rumors flying around the bunker about her and N, not helped by them walking together with a baby to his apartment she was sure. She didn't need to give them any more fuel.

So now she was near the front of the bunker, looking for her dad to break the news that yes, N did end up adopting the baby they'd literally just told him he wasn't like… a few days ago.

She was sure that conversation was going to go well.

“Dad?” She called out, her voice echoing out in the much larger hall, absent of other people. At this hour, most sane people would be asleep, but not her, and it would likely be a little bit before her old man would want to stop working, that was one of the few things they shared; when a task needed to be done, neither of them stopped until their bodies demanded it.

“Here dronelette!” His voice came from above, and so her head turned towards it, only to find Khan awkwardly wrapped around a pipe, tightening a gasket on Door 2, honestly it almost looked like one of the weird ass positions she would take while writing something that caught her attention.

“How did you even get up there?” She asked, looking around for any evidence of a ladder or a stool and found neither.

“I scaled the pipes! What? Didn't think your old man could climb?” He chuckled lightly without loosing focus, tongue sticking out of his mouth as his eyelights scrunched up

“Uh no, actually.” Was all she said, watching as he worked for another minute before he wiped the nonexistent sweat of his brow and looked down.

Then with a semi-impressive level of balance and grace, jumped down from the rather high ceiling, using the other pipes as monkey bars before landing safely at her side.

Only to wince as his joints made a rather concerning noise.

“Agh, so it's been awhile…” He chuckled again, although this time a little sadly before turning to his daughter with a smile that seemed genuine.

“What did you need?” He asked, and Uzi shook off the strange feeling of awe watching her dad do something that was actually sort of risky like it was normal for him.

Only for it to be replaced by the nervousness of the reason she'd actually sought him out. Great…

“Uh yeah. I was just letting you know I need to stay over at N's tonight…”

Khan looked confused, but a smile still graced his face.

“Is that all? You normally wouldn't come find me for something small like that.”

“And… for possibly the next few days?” She finished, at which then Khan’s face fell, becoming more confused and a little concerned.

“Why's that? N's not sick is he? Can murder drones even get sick…?”

“No! He's fine, well mostly. It's just he needs my help with… uh something.” She was trying to avoid the inevitable. She knew playing the pronoun game with her dad was a habit, but one she'd only truly win if she had a door to slam in his face.

“Which is?” She winced, sweat appearing on her visor as she grinned warily, shifting her fingers together nervously.

“N ended up… adopting Tera. And he needs my help in taking care of her until he gets everything ready for her.”

Khan’s jaw was on the floor, put of all thing he'd expected out of his daughters mouth that was… not at the top of the list; along with “Bite me” or “Mind your freaking business.”

“He told me he wasn't going to.”

“He wasn't, but… Tera has an overheating issue and no one else seemed to want to deal with it.” She tried to explain without concerning him further.

Khan didn't say anything, so she felt the urge to continue impulsively.

“We talked about it, and we agreed that Mrs Rayn is a little too old to raise a baby. And We have a lot of experience with overheating… with him getting his new apartment, we thought…” She stopped suddenly. Realizing she had gone from talking about N to talking about them. As a unit.

“We?”

“I-uh yeah, he talked to me about it first and I talked him through it all to make sure he was serious about it. I-I'm not on the papers or anything!”

She probably could have omitted that last part, but the way Khan was looking at her was making the usually rather quiet part of her brain requiring his approval speak up slightly louder.

She wasn't sure Khan entirely believed her, squinting at her with extreme suspicion, she glanced to the side, eyeing the way she came as if she regreted the entire trek up here.

“If you're just doing it to help them settle in. Wouldn't that only take a few hours? Or a day?” He began again slowly, still processing the sudden information.

“Normally, and that was the plan. But uh, he lacks the hardware to take care of her properly.”

“Rayn should have given him the cable and the bottles, what do you-”

“He doesn't have a side panel.” She interrupted him blunty, pausing whatever he was about to say next

Khan was quiet.

“What?”

“No, you didnt mishear me. He doesn't have a side panel.”

“Everyone has one.”

“He doesn't.”

Khan blinked before he sighed heavily, thinking deeply on everything that was just discussed. He felt one of his hands start shaking, but he gripped it to make it stop.

“I had about the same reaction, but it makes sense, why would a disassembly drone ever need that kind of hardware?”

He nodded at that, before a different thought entered his head entirely.

“How do they raise their kids then?”

At that Uzi paused, she knew N's background, how he used to be a worker drone and had never been a pillbaby. So that thought had simply never entered her mind, but it did get her thinking…

Could N even pass down his code at all? Did it work the same way as with worker drones?

And if it did, what would his kids even look like? White eyelights? Yellow? Would they carry the same traits as a disassembly drone or would they just remain a worker drone?

“I don't think they do…” She answered, she didn't want to expose too much of N's past, that wasn't her story to tell, but her dad had been being… more tolerable as of late. “N was a worker drone before he became… what he is now. So I think all that hardware was removed.”

“He was? What did he used to do?” He asked, head tilted to the side.

“He…” She paused for a moment, deciding if N would mind if she said anything, he was pretty sensitive about his time at the manor; she decided giving him the very basics was enough. “He was a butler, he had white eyelights.”

“White. Huh.”

At that the conversation stagnated, and Uzi sighed, beginning to walk away.

“Now that you know, can I uh… go?” She gestured in the direction she was currently going, clearly not waiting for his answer as Khan seemed to be frozen, processing all of this information.

But he nodded, dumbly. And she took that as her que to book it, not stopping until she was certain that even if her dad wanted to catch up, she'd be long gone. Perfect for making an undetected journey back.

She didn't take the normal way back to N's apartment either, trying to avoid more stares from more judgemental faces, it was somehow worse now than it ever was, at least before they'd done it quietly, too scared to be noticed by her and be met with violence, but they seemed to sniff out her now softened edges, because now some drones didn't bother to hide it.

“Looks like the freak found a boy toy.”

“Of course she'd be freinds with a murder drone, she's all kinds of gross.”

“You think she let's him bite her? She's probably into it…”

One of those came from Lizzy, which was honestly so typical she barely even registered it. (Although she hadn't said anything in awhile, V probably had something to do with that.) But the other two, the one about N being a boy toy and her letting him bite her, were new, and came from a brand new mouth.

She wasn't sure if this particular girl had a thing for N, because both of those were rather strange places for someone's mind to default to, but whatever the case she'd made comments like that rather often, her name was… Chloe? That sounded right.

She was quiet before, Uzi thought, because she was a brand new face and voice for her, orange eyelights and rich black hair that went down to her shoulders. But that was literally the only thing Uzi could remember about her.

And the only reason she hadn't bitten back when she'd heard it was because N had been next to her, oblivious to it all, walking back to her place after the craziness that was prom. She'd also been tired, injured, and freaked out, but those things didn't stop her nearly as much as N's presence.

N didn't deserve that ridicule, not in the least. He was the sweetest guy on the entirety of Copper-9. And yet those comments were derogatory to him too, essentially calling him easy, for Uzi to be able to “get him.”

First. Ew, Not that Uzi wasn't attracted to him, she was. (Not like she was ever going to say anything.) But talking about anyone like that was gross, and this was N, Her best freind.

Second. How dare she drag his name in the dirt with her! She could drag Uzi's name around all she wanted, it would just be treading old ground. But N? He'd done nothing to Chloe, except maybe make her feel things? She didn't know, those comments were so weird and uncomfortable.

She pushed out the thoughts from her mind when she reached N's door, partly thankful for her switch to being a night owl, she rarely saw any of her classmates anymore, except Thad. And when she did it was incredibly brief, when she was turning in her work.

Because yes, she was still going to school. She just did all of her work at home. What else was she supposed to do after murdering half her class? V had taken the blame, but that didn't mean everyone else didn't know the real culprit.

The door swished open, revealing N still on the couch, watching Tera as she rolled around playing with her jingling roll toy, he smiled when he looked up at her, worry leaving his visor somewhat.

“What'd he say?” He asked, motioning her to sit across from him, which she did, her eyes going back to Tera, who rolled over to her, jingling all the way.

“I mean, he asked a bunch of questions. But he didn't stop me sooo…” She flashed him a smirk and he felt his eyes roll, even still his smile didn't leave, instead he tried to relax, keeping an eye on the pillbaby as Uzi picked her up, looking down at her with a small smile.

“She's getting sleepy… do you know where that charger went?” N looked over and noticed that Tera's eyes were substantially dimmer, as well as her normal rolling had slowed down.

He plucked the charger put of the bag and handed it to her, and Uzi began the process of lifting her hoodie and undershirt enough to plug it into herself, thankfully, this didn't time it didn't seem to be painful.

She plugged the normally excitable rolling machine into her side and her eyes immediately brightened, and Uzi's visor immediately filled with a warning, telling her a foreign entity was drawing her power.

She closed it instantly, old JCJenson warnings that no longer applied. The pop-ups were still annoying regardless.

“There you go, happy now?” She asked the infant as if she could respond, and she did, by rolling into Uzi's chest and yawning, before quickly falling into sleep mode.

N just watched, smile never once fading from his face. He'd known that he rather liked seeing Uzi interact with Tera, as she was normally at her softest. But with that added context that this was now his daughter she was interacting with left him with his core full of fuzzy cotton.

“You're really good at that.” He pointed out as Uzi tried to get get comfortable with a baby attached to her, though it was rather difficult, as the cord was quite short and didn't leave much room to menuver.

But she still looked up at him, a small blush on her face that he caught a glimpse of before she turned away.

“Just practice is all.” She waved off, finally giving up on being comfortable and just sitting awkwardly stuffed into the couch with Tera laying on her stomach.

“You're still amazing at this. I would be totally freaking put right now without you being here.” He admitted, trying to make her take the compliment without waving it off, it was probably never going to happen though.

“Your instincts would have kicked in, and you'd get all fatherly on her without my help.” She laughed, and put a hand over Tera to steady her, as the action disturbed her slightly.

“Seriously, you're way better at this then you think you are.” She hummed, presumably to get him to shush about it.

At that moment Tera became unplugged, starting her into a fall off Uzi, rolling off and beginning to plumet to the hardwood floor, N immediately rocketed forward, catching the little pill before she ever touched the ground, even if it left him in the rather awkward position of his legs still on the couch as the rest of him was on the floor.

Tera giggled sleepily before going back into sleep mode, satisfied with her mischief.

“See? You already have the reflexes.” Uzi pointed out and caused N to look back at the pillbaby with a smile.

Maybe he could be alright at this after all.

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[wally-darling-hyperfixation]

The Show Must Go on Darling. Part 2: Wally x Parent GN Reader

@malamilkbeats made this artwork. I like it so much. I hope you like the story. Someone on here has been making boarders and I absolutely adore them and use them. I’ll reference them in another post. I’m now. Making Wally part blue.

You wake up from a jolt in your bed. Your daughter Zoey is bouncing up and down. “ Today we go to the studio! Today we go to the studio,” she squeals jumping up and down. You let out a chuckle and grab her tickling her causing her to grab her stomach. “Yea we are my little silly monkey. We going to have a wonderful day together,” you say laughing as you tickle her. She laughs and surrenders so you stop and she rushes to get dressed for today. You laugh and go the the closet. You have these billowy rainbow pants you been dying to wear but they weren’t work appropriate so you put them on with this nice loose long sleeve white shirt. You put an ascot on (it’s either in your hair as head band or pony tail or on your neck). You slip on some nice leather shoes you had. Comfy and head out to the kitchen where little Zoey was in her tie dye dress waiting. You hum and cook breakfast real quick. Just some eggs and toast and fix her a glass of apple juice. “Go ahead and eat and we will head on out ,” you say setting a plate in front of her biting into your toast. She quickly eats her food gulping it down super fast. You pat her back so she don’t choke. “I’m all done! Can we go ? Let’s go!!!!” She says excited putting dishes in sink running out to car. “Wait , I’m coming,” you laugh grabbing your keys chasing after .

Wally was rubbing his hands nervously. Ronald had made sure that the parent and the little girl were the only ones to show up today. He was pacing on the stage back and forth. The others were so confused about why he was pacing. “Hey Wally, are you ok? You are passing across the stage. You look like you are about to have a panic attack,” Julie says worried. “We just having a shooting today,” Sally says confused. He honestly didn’t want to say why. Not really sure what he was feeling. He just really liked how a parent loved their kid. He was just really excited about the idea of seeing you again. It felt really weird this new feeling. “You can do this Wally,” he says this to himself. He fixes up his hair and looks toward the window fidgeting when he sees the two walking in.

You were confused walking in seeing how y’all were alone . Zoey was so excited. They could get front row and be close up to the window to watch. “Come on. Come on. Let’s sit down (P/N). Please ? ,” she grabs your hand pulling you to the front and y’all sit down. You fix her hair gently and the show starts . This episode seemed to be about painting but you were freaked out cause it seemed like Wally was staring at you. But Zoey was enjoying the show. She watched everyone draw what they loved and they all put pictures and you were just happy Zoey was enjoying it. Wally thanks the viewers for watching and heads into Home. Zoey claps her hands. As you and her head to leave , Mr. Ronald stops by and starts talking. “Did y’all enjoy the show,” he asks. Zoey sets down her bag and starts aching all excited. She explains how she wants to paint and was so happy about the episode and her love of the puppets.

Wally sneaks off the stage and was in the room. He watches the people talk and sees the backpack. He sneaks over and gets over to the backpack. He unzips and climbs in. He really wanted to get to know them. The back pack was picked up and he was watching as they leave. He gives a thumbs up to Ronald as they leave and hides in the back pack. As they drive , he loved listening to your voice. He watches as y’all stopped to get burgers and such to go home. He really wants to see where y’all live. He was so comfortable listening to your voice. He fell asleep for the rest of the way .

Enjoy!!!!!!!!!

[quitealotofsodapop]

One thing I don't think is mentioned enough is the fact that during the journey, a lot of Celestials took the opportunity to just... outright FUCK around with Wukong. Like, they'd send all sorts of demons their way intentionally just to intervene and say "Oh hey! You found my favorite pet!" Even Guanyin hadn't been innocent of this considering she had this huge fit over her pet goldfish. And if they weren't using their pets they were finding other methods to delay or otherwise force the Pilgrims off the beaten path and into danger out of some sort of test, spite, or pettiness.

Now, think about how in the both JTTW and Slow Boiled au Wukond actually was pregnant or not during the journey, and in Century au, the Heavenly Court BELIEVE he was pregnant. So imagine how those guys feel after they decided to fuck with Wukong put of spite and found out they unknowingly were stressing a pregnant monkey out!?

Yeah! Characters like Gold Star hide their identities to aid the main characters, while some are just... doing it for fun? Are they LARP-ing? And Monkey has Gold-Vision; why does he always not recognise these people even from his Celestial days?

Guanyin set up a whole honey trap knowing that half the squad ain't into it, and dropped the gang on their way home cus they missed 1 story event. The abbey with the Ginseng tree were pretty rude af. The Buddha's own servants tried to fleece the gang of the scriptures. Multiple kingdoms suffered cus King Who-Care shot somebody's bird-cousin, or knocked over a table of offerings. And the 28 Lunar Mansions took almost 13 years to realise that the Wood Wolf was missing.

Lao Tzu's lab assisants literally run off with his stuff and become demon lords for lulz (or they were the assisants that let the Rhino King/Buffalo out and were scared that they'd get in trouble). And lets not forget RHINO KING. Bruh, you somehow lost track of a gotdang celestial Bull-Rhino!?

Guanyin's not immune from this; TWO of her pets became horrific demons (Goldfish and Sai Taisui) and are arguably the most irredeemable of all the villains faced.

Lady Earth Flow/Albino Rat/Bat spirit is even described as Li Jing's adoptive daughter - how the f that happen?? How did he lose track of a whole kid so bad that she became a vampire-esque demon?

Manjusri let their cat (Azure Lion) out TWICE. And they cursed the Wuji kingdom for tossing them in a sewer for preeching.

After a point, I'd imagine Wukong in the stone egg aus would just throw his hands up and start yelling at the gods directly. He's even bolder in the Jttw Stone Egged au given that he has Macaque as back-up.

You know that chapter where Rhino King steals all of the Heavenly Army's powers and weapons, and the immortals are all infighting so hard that Wukong has to be the voice of reason?

Imagine a tiny hormonal monkey just going nuts at these gods. He's screaming in their faces. He's demanding Nezha lift him up so he can look General Li Jing in the eye. He's telling them what good are they as fighters if they only feel safe with their weapons and powers? Wukong has a *damn* good reason he ain't taking on Rhino King in a 1-v-1 rn, whats all these gods excuse?!

The gods are too surprised and intimidated to argue back. And you better believe a certain alchemist is getting a smack for letting a whole animal loose from his lab.

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could i request a lil smutty eddie fic based on dangerous animals by arctic monkeys? 🤤

Dangerous Animals

mechanic!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: After a long day, your mechanic makes a mess of you on the hood of your car. | my blog and this fic are 18+ Only, NSFW

the song: dangerous animals by arctic monkeys

2,936 words

warnings: cat-calling | Eddie is a little teasing/cocky | SMUT (unprotected piv intercourse - creampie / public sex - open garage but no one is around)

It had been a day and the Indiana summer heat was just one of the many things making your jaw clench as you stepped towards the garage, men spilling out of it as the clock marked the end of their shifts. 

Swatting at the gnats flying around your face, you swore you were able to grab fistfuls of the heavy and thick air settling around your body. Rolling your eyes as you push your sunglasses up, the men leaving the shop throw rags over their shoulders, elbows at each other, and catcalls towards you. One even having the nerve to call out, ‘Baby, why don’t you give us a smile?’

Pretending to search your purse, you pull out your middle finger and a faux look of shock, only to be met with wider grins, a few whistles, and a blow of a piece of bubble gum with a hand over the heart from the one asking you to smile, “Breaking my heart, girl.”

“Can’t break something that’s not there,” calling behind your shoulder as calls of ooh’s and ouches from the other men, a ‘keep trying’ and ‘she likes it’ murmuring quietly behind your back. 

“Assholes,” mumbling as you enter the open door, glancing back at the boys hopping into trucks, hooting and hollering about where they were heading first for their Friday night festivities. So fixed on their departure, you almost trip over a pair of coverall clad legs outstretched under your bright blue Sunbeam. 

A familiar voice calling from under the vehicle, “You know they like the chase.”

Scoffing, you sling your purse onto a bench, unbuttoning your work blouse to reveal a white tank top. Despite both doors open on either end of the garage, the oscillating fans seem to do nothing to dissipate the heat, only nudging it around. The air heavy with the smell of oil, tires, and what you were ninety percent sure was a bag of rotting funyuns. A classic rock station playing quietly and you smirk at the calendar hanging behind the counter- a bright blue star and your initials on today’s date. 

“And that gives them a right to be pervy jerks?” shoving your shirt in your purse, heels crunching on the gravel beneath them as you spin towards the car once more. 

A quiet laugh escapes from under the bright blue car, “I didn’t say that, now did I?” a grunt and hiss following before a quiet “Shit,” falls from him. 

Stepping closer, you groan, “Don’t - don’t you dare say ‘shit’ under my baby, Munson. You promised it’d be done today.”

Grease covered thighs lead to the arms of the coveralls that have been left to hang in a loose knot around his waist, revealing what you assume was once a white shirt, now completely covered in oil and god knows what else. A metal tapping that gets louder before an abrupt clang, “I said I hoped it would be done today! I don’t make promises I can’t keep sweetheart, and I hate to break it to you, but your baby,” more grunting and sounds of metal clinking together ring out, the heels of his work boots dig into the gravel, “Is a piece of shit.”

The toe of your heel kicks his boot, “Take it back.”

“Fat chance,” he laughs before it falters off into a groan, “Alright, if I come out there, are you gonna kick my ass? Cause I’ve had a really shitty day and if the guys find out you beat me up, I’ll never be able to show my face here again.”

Taking a step back, you let out a frustrated huff, “I should beat you up! Quit dicking me around, it’s been weeks, can you fix the car or not Eddie?”

Wheels crunching on gravel, his upper half frees itself from under the hood. Sweaty bangs plastered to his forehead, a black bandana keeping his dark curls at bay, brown eyes shining through a layer of grime and grease on his face, and plush pink lips smirking up at your towering frame. It was like he was trying to distract you from the fact that you were supposed to be upset - unfair for him to look so cute when you were so irritated. 

His arms stretch to hold the fender above his head, his arms and shoulders accentuated by the tight white shirt and grease as he moans with fake distress, “Honey, you know what girls like you saying ‘dick’ does to guys like me,” as you roll your eyes, he winks, “Don’t tease me.”

He starts to push himself up from the cart and something in you snaps. Maybe it's the day you've had, the ache in your calves from the heels, the kink in your neck, the men earlier, or the heat, but you've had it. 

Your foot catches his chest, heel gently resting, but enough pressure to startle him. His hands flying to your bare calf as he stutters, "What the hell do you th-"

He leans back against the rolling cart as you lean down, "I'm the one teasing you? Give me a fucking break. Can you fix it or not?"

Jaw clenching as his eyes grow darker, he squeezes your calf gently and the pressure of it against your sore muscles allows an embarrassing moan to fall from your mouth. His lips twitch up into a smirk, and you remove your foot quickly, backing away.

Rising to his feet, you turn your back to him, about to grab your purse and head home, "Sorry, you weren't the only one who had a shitty day and-"

Hands on your waist pull you back harshly, spinning you to face him as his hand rests on your lower back. His mouth against your ear and his words sending chills down your spine despite the heat, "Where do you think you're going?"

"I-" gulping, you fall away from his grasp, the back of your legs hitting the front of your car and you fall against it. Eddie's eyes have turned almost black, losing all warmth, and he's stalking towards you like he was ready to devour you right there on the hood as you squeak out a quiet, "What are you doing?"

Leaning more into your space, dirty arms flexing as they cage you in, you hate that your mouth is watering at the sight of his veins in his forearms and hands, stark against the grease clinging to his skin. 

"What's the matter sweetheart? Suddenly so shy...where'd that mouth go, huh?" Eddie's nose nudges against yours, breath hot and fanning across your cheek. 

Your sweating fingers slide against the smooth metal beneath them, trying to cling to something for some sort of stability as he nudges your legs wider apart to step between. Your brain has melted, and your gasping and grasping to form a coherent thought other than 'fuck me right now'. 

Eddie laughs quietly, a dirty hand resting on your bent knee, "You know what I think?" His hand slides up your thigh until his fingers are at the edge of your skirt. A whine escapes you and you close your eyes at the sound, hating that he's able to make you fall apart with a few touches to your skin and simple words. His lips brush yours just slightly as he whispers, "I think you like being teased just as much as you like doing the teasing. You're no better than any of those guys," his bottom lip catches your top one as yours part on their own volition, a gasp falling into his mouth as he continues, "I think you like the game we've been playing," his hand pushes the hem of your skirt slowly, lips against your cheek now, "You like the chase. Like a lioness stalking her prey."

Nose nudging against your skin and both of his hands on your thighs now, you let yourself fall back against the hood. His hands push your skirt until it's bunched around your hips, your black lace covered and clearly aroused center on full display for him. He reaches up, grabbing at your chest and your eyes flutter closed at the sight of the dark marks staining the white and he laughs into your jaw, "But maybe I'm wrong."

He starts to pull away from you and your knees tighten against his waist, arms rising to wrap around his neck as you laugh breathlessly and try to get some of your power back, “Eddie, don’t act like I can’t get you on your knees begging for this.”

His eyebrows raise beneath parted bangs and he shakes his head, “You are unbeli-”

Pulling him down harshly, his nose hitting yours, you whisper, “So those aren’t my initials next to a star on your calendar, Munson?”

Cheeks tinged pink, he shakes his head as his hands find your hips, fingers toying with the band of your panties and he smirks at the sound of your breath hitching, “You caught me sweetheart,” one finger hooking into the edge of the black fabric, he starts to tug it down as he leans closer to your ear, “I’ve been counting the days until you were back here, thinking about doing exactly this,” his teeth nip at your earlobe and your hand clamps around the back of his neck harder, encouraging him to keep going, “Thinking about all the ways I could get you onto the hood of your baby,” he mocks your nickname as he pulls away and stares into your eyes, “Just so I could fuck you so hard you can’t walk out of here.”

Gasping at his admission, the setting sun is casting Eddie in soft golden haze, a halo of light around him like he’s some sort of dark angel. You didn’t know if he was about to deliver you to heaven or hell, but in that moment, you were sure you’d follow him wherever he wanted to take you. 

His fingers graze your ankle as he pulls your underwear from you fully and you pull him closer, his weight heavy against you as your lips brush against each other and you hiss, “So do it already.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows again, hands pulling his hardened length from his coveralls and boxers. Wrapping his hand around his thick and swollen cock, he leans over you, one hand resting over your shoulder as he smirks, “Not even gonna give me a please, pretty girl?”

Positive you were dripping down onto the hood of the car at this point from all of his teasing, the names, the way he looked - yet you refuse to let him have the satisfaction of seeing you melt into a puddle. Eddie pulls you harshly to meet his leaking tip, “Come on baby, don’t wanna forget our manners, we’re not animals.”

Huffing, you throw your head back, eyes trained on the garage ceiling, “Fuck, Eddie, stop dick-”

His tip slips into your entrance, pausing as you gasp, his mouth nipping your ear, “What did I say about using the word dick?”

A whimper slips out of you as he circles his hips slowly, the faint guitar on the radio swelling and he laughs, “Fuck, she’s trying to suck me in,” dipping below your ear, hot, wet and breathy kisses land across your skin, “Come on sweetheart, she’s impatient, need you to say-”

“Please!” your hands tangle in his hair and he slams into you as the word leaves your mouth. 

Eddie’s lips crash into yours in a searing kiss, his tongue diving out to request entrance as his hips start to thrust into you harshly. Moans transferring between your mouths, your hands slide to his shoulders, fingers digging in as he adjusts his hips to a new angle. Your body is sliding against the hood, and his hands find your hips, holding you in place as he pushes deeper into you. He sucks your bottom lip between both of his, pulling and dragging away slowly as manages to find a frantic and precise rhythm, hitting the spot inside of you to make you fall apart in record time. 

Eyes rolling into the back of your head, his teeth sink into your lip he’s holding. He releases it, saliva stringing between you both and you swear he bit you hard enough to draw blood. Eddie’s dirty hands grip and grope at your sides, your ass, your thighs, leaving marks and filth in his trail. Your hands fall from his shoulders to above your head, hitting the car with a loud smack, as his mouth travels down your neck and to your shoulder, a mixture of biting and kissing that has you stretching away from him but begging him for more. 

His hands on your bare skin on the sides of your stomach pull you tighter against his brutal hips and he speaks into your chest, “Already, baby? You’re gonna fall apart all over me, huh?” 

Your mouth opens to protest, to come back with a witty remark and he goes faster, hitting the spot deep within you, hard enough to leave a bruise you’re sure. His name leaves your mouth instead of an insult, desperate and loud enough that someone in outer space could hear it.  He catches your lips again, quick kisses between his words, “Don’t even try to lie to me,” he slides out suddenly, leaving you almost completely before slamming back into you and you scream against his mouth as he nods, voice dripping in fake concern, “Yeah?”

You nod against his lips and he laughs, repeating the agonizing pull out and brutal push back in as he demands, “Say it.”

You cry out, incoherent babbling, maybe his name, you don’t care as he returns to his quick and powerful thrusts, his hands lifting your hips as he somehow pushes even deeper within your walls at the new angle. Your body heated from head to toe, your shoes long fallen off, your heels dig into the car as he nips at your lip, teeth grazing your bottom one, “I’m waiting.”

“Ye-Yes!” your head knocking into the hood, you fling your hands into his hair as your entire body buzzed, lightning ready to strike, a euphoria taking over your brain, unable to think of anything other than the pleasure as he growls into your mouth - maybe he was wrong. Maybe you were animals. Wanting to make it last forever, to make him work for it and let him destroy you quickly and brutally all at the same time. Primal, impatient, desperate to please him and fall apart as he devoured you. 

Eddie lets his weight fall against you, the pressure of his pelvis hitting your swollen nerves is the breaking point you needed. Pulling his hair as you scream even louder, not caring if the entire planet hears how he is making you feel. He continues to slam into you as your orgasm rolls through your body, hitting the sensitive spot over and over again. Eyes squeezing shut, mouth falling slack in a scream that’s fallen silent now, fingers deep in his curls, chest tightening enough to hold your breath, toes curling, and body convulsing and shaking underneath him.

Eddie’s lips find yours, soft and sweet contrasting with his pistoning hips as you feel him stutter against you, releasing and painting your insides. Your hands relax in his hair at the feeling, drifting to cradle his face as you kiss. Mouths moving passionately against each other’s, sweat dripping foreheads and noses pushing together in a way that made your stomach roll with butterflies like it was a sweet first date and not the aftershock of something so raw and animalistic. This was tender and intimate and you feel your eyelashes wetting, your body shivering beneath his as his fingers trail up your body, finding your face as you sigh contently into his lips. One large hand against your cheek and pushing into your hair to draw you closer to him, the other holding your jaw, opening you up for him more. 

Inevitably, you needed air, and Eddie was the first to pull away, but only enough to hold your chin between his thumb and forefinger as his eyes that had returned to their soft brown look over your face fondly. Voice raspy, a little sugary and sweet again, not the man he just was, he smiles softly and whispers, “Good?”

Smiling back at him, you tap your nose against his, “Great.”

Not a single care to move from your position, thighs shaking, your eyes straining to remain open, you were certain you were not going to be able to walk out of the garage after the way he just made you cum, just as he declared earlier. 

Eddie’s nose and lips brush over your face as your breathing slowly returns to normal. Sweet kisses and quiet hums against your skin that seem to be apologizing for any teasing yet promising to do it all over again. As he kisses your jaw he whispers, “Can I put a star on the calendar for the same time next week, my lioness?” 

Laughing as you nod, his smiling lips continue to kiss all over your face until he ducks into your neck, blowing a raspberry below your ear that somehow makes you shriek and tighten around him - totally annoyed and incredibly aroused only seconds apart. 

As you let yourself relax under his weight and laughter, you knew you were in trouble. Eddie was powerful and patient, a devil and an angel - a dangerous animal that could protect you and destroy you in the same breath. 

[kitofawriter]

The end is near! LMK season five episodes 9-10 spoilers below the cut!!

Oooh boy I’m gonna regret watching these right before I have to go be a functional human being with my family.

Mac stepping in last moment when even SWK was at a loss on what to do?!

Mac grabbing MK was a really cool sequence!

Mac’s fighting him to keep him away!!! Also it’s a little hypocritical considering he started this season with the self sacrificing.

“It doesn’t always need to be you!” Mac having some pre journey flashbacks but with a very different reason.

“Who’d you make a deal with?” “A deal?” I’m sensing more Mac backstory next season…

Bite him Mei!!

“If you’re sorry, then you know it’s the wrong thing to do, son!” Pigsy stop tearing my heart out challenge.

“Here goes nothing, make it count” what do you MEAN?!

Mac what did you do!!?

Nezha mech!!

Mei will mess you up!!

SWK tackling MK!!

Sick villain design

“Don’t make me do this” the parallels!!

“No kid, don’t make me” oooh! He’s not holding back now!!

The call backs to the first episode! MK and SWK fight but not like so many people theorized!! I’m screaming!

Is he binding MK to the mountain with the staff like he did DBK?!?!

Monkeys stop self sacrificing challenge

The fillet!!

The voice acting!!!

Everyone getting to be BA!!

“Wukong” Mac, as far as you know MK was the only option here, why are you more worried about SWK?

Lego stop having main characters being basically dead and talking to the most powerful being challenge.

“Did it…did it work?”

He’s so relieved!! MK!

‘I mean they’ll be reincarnated’ that was NOT the deal!!

Last episode here we go!!

“Cause he’s the monkie kid!!” Genuinely a great theme song!!

Chang’e! I was wondering when you’d show up for that shot!

Oh god, I paused on a shot of Pigsy crying. I am not okay.

SWK pleading!!

“There are none in the world strong enough to bear the stones” gestures to MK and his friends.

MK believes too much in his friends to let it end here!!

“It shouldn’t be up to you, and it definitely definitely shouldn’t be up to me!” Honestly I’d trust that choice to MK.

“Even if it all does ends in pain, that pain is ours!”

Hey has anyone read Stromlight Archives? Cause MK and Dalinar should talk.

I’m so proud of my boi!

“Na-uh, I’m the Monkie Kid!”

Monkey MK!!

Catch him!

“I got you!” The voice acting! I’m gonna cry!

Group hug!

Don’t cry MK!!

“Tang, it’s okay”

SWK reaching out to Mac!!!

Conveniently color coordinated stones for the conveniently color coordinated cast

*We’re all in this together from HSM starts playing in the background*

Bai He cameo!

Taking from she-ra’s book and solving everything with the power of rainbow

Mac is yellow from SWK, the shadowpeach shippers are screaming.

Flying bark reference!!

“I don’t wanna loose you”

I’m in tears

Mac with weird chaos powers now? Also Mac searching the underworld for answers??

Nezha helping rebuild Heaven!!

They made a party for MK

Chaos staff! And only Mac noticed?!

Tang speech!!

My only big complaint: Porty MK did not show up.

That was so good! Not sure it topped season 3 (my favorite season) but it was really good!! The Sandy episode is still my favorite just because I love the big blue guy, but it was all really enjoyable! I understand some peoples complaint about the animation, but we went from a S rank studio, there wasn’t any way it was gonna stay that good with a switch. And they kept with a lot of the style really well. (The rigging was a little rough sometimes but I’m sure with time it’ll get better, if not then I’ll be disappointed). Anyway, let MK rest, get him some therapy, tell Mac to communicate because I feel like that’ll be an issue next season, and get all three Monkey’s to stop self sacrificing please.

Now I can go unblock tags!!

[quinnyundertow]

QUINNY HELLO!! Its me aleks @yuutito

I have been following both the time travel fic (when I catch you gege) and the asylum one since day one! But I’ve been really shy to make new moots so I haven’t made the effort to come and say hi >.<

But I want to pick your brain about the time travel fic hehe so here I am !!

- since JJK has ended, has your plans for the story changed at all? Like have any plot lines or your planned story been altered by the ending gege gave us?

- since we haven’t met yuuji or megumi or Nobara yet, I’m wondering.. will our MC stop Yuuji from eating the finger? You don’t have to answer but I’m so curious if you will loosely follow JJK storyline or if you will make sweeping changes… vague/nonspoiler answer is ok ^^

- I really like what you did with suguru’s character. I was actually shocked when we met him in the ryokan and he was like “why would I take Rika from Yuta?” I was like OH like we are ACTUALLY making a difference I was so happy 😭 but now I’m here wondering what will kenjaku do if the night parade never happens… I wonder if he’s still in kaoru’s body.. aaaa I have so many questions I’m so very excited you see..

- loosely speaking, I know it’s a reverse harem so MC will have lots of romantic interests, but does MC have romantic feelings for one person or all of them? Or is it more that she’s being swept away in the moment by all these guys? I want to root for an endgame couple (not naming any names, definitely not biased 😌) but I’m also having lots of fun watching MC romance them all!!

- I also really like what you did with Junpei. The eren jaeger hair is a LOOK I’m living for it truly… he looks so handsome in my mind…

Sorry if you’ve answered any of these before but I reread your whole fic last night and my mind is buzzing..

🥰 Ahhhh don’t feel shy about saying Hi I’m just a humble trash gremlin. I’m so glad you’ve continued to like the fics from so early on. 🥺 Thank you for the kind words and support!

These are some interesting questions! Let me see if I can give answers to them 🤭 Potential manga/anime spoilers below. I definitely got carried away responding.These are simply my opinions from watching/reading interviews and the source material.

- since JJK has ended, has your plans for the story changed at all? Like have any plot lines or your planned story been altered by the ending gege gave us?

For a little while I was pretty concerned about how the ending would affect the fic but to be honest almost all the tragedy we are focused around stopping is in the anime (Junpei, Haibara, Nanami, Suguru, Toji, Yuji’s Trauma, Childhood trauma for Gumi, Mechamaru, Tsumiki etc etc.). So no changes to the story line based off of the manga ending. That actually goes for all my fics. Phew.😅

- since we haven’t met yuuji or megumi or Nobara yet, I’m wondering.. will our MC stop Yuuji from eating the finger? You don’t have to answer but I’m so curious if you will loosely follow JJK storyline or if you will make sweeping changes… vague/nonspoiler answer is ok ^^

There will be sweeping changes while loosely following the storyline. 😅 MC will be doing her damndest to avoid Yuji chowing on the finger. That’s all I’ll say on that.

- I really like what you did with suguru’s character. I was actually shocked when we met him in the ryokan and he was like “why would I take Rika from Yuta?” I was like OH like we are ACTUALLY making a difference I was so happy 😭 but now I’m here wondering what will kenjaku do if the night parade never happens… I wonder if he’s still in kaoru’s body.. aaaa I have so many questions I’m so very excited you see..

I feel like I need to explain how I see Suguru’s character to respond to this. Suguru is such a fascinating character. Even if you think early intervention could have stopped his whole “Monkey” era. He has to have something innately inside him that is broken for him to be able to flip that hard (Nurture vs Nature argument). Yes he goes through extreme trauma but lots of people go through extreme trauma and don’t become racially charged serial killers.

In the show he goes from (arguably) Lawful Good to Chaotic Evil. In WICYG I want to explore Geto as a Chaotic Neutral.

Why didn’t Suguru even THINK of taking Rika from Yuta in WICYG? This stems from my analysis in his canon choices. Some of the decisions Geto makes in JJK 0 frankly don’t make sense if he wanted to achieve his goals of a non-sorcerer free world. Suguru is very intelligent and capable of understanding others deeply and in canon manipulating them.

I think in JJK 0 Geto was fucking exhausted by having to bare the weight of the world on his shoulders but felt totally pigeonholed into his choices and was past the point of no return. Geto knew what would goad Gojo into killing him. Targeting young children, attacking Gojo’s students, declaring a public war so Gojo couldn’t back out. Geto gave Gojo no choice but to kill him. Maybe he wasn’t fully cognizant of making that decision but I think he did. Geto could have easily killed Yuta and Stolen Rika when Toge and Yuta encounter Geto at the abandoned mall. He didn’t do it because he didn’t want to.

The WICYG Geto can’t even fathom murdering a young sorcerer with potential just to become more powerful himself. We will get more into these choices as Suguru’s story progresses!

- loosely speaking, I know it’s a reverse harem so MC will have lots of romantic interests, but does MC have romantic feelings for one person or all of them? Or is it more that she’s being swept away in the moment by all these guys? I want to root for an endgame couple (not naming any names, definitely not biased 😌) but I’m also having lots of fun watching MC romance them all!!

Reader x all is the ending. I’ve thought about it a lot. This was the first thing I needed to establish before starting the story. How to have a believable happy harem ending. Trust in me 🙏

- I also really like what you did with Junpei. The eren jaeger hair is a LOOK I’m living for it truly… he looks so handsome in my mind…

I needed him to have a hairdo with his forehead exposed because it’s a visible sign of readers success in Jupei’s story so far. He was never bullied to the point of cigarettes being put out on his face. Go reader! Also Man buns 🙌 Now I need to pay someone to draw him like that hehe I’m glad you approve.

Thank you for all the questions and kind words and sorry for the rambling. I enjoyed responding ❤️

[nikkeisimmer]

“It's in literature that true life can be found. It's under the mask of fiction that you can tell the truth.” — Gao Xingjian

They say that in every bit of fiction there's a kernel of truth. One of the main reasons I keep playing with my sim is that there's a story that I've lived that is trying to come out. Sometimes I question myself on whether it's too nasty of a story to relive again even in the course of trying to write a fictional story. But it's a story that needs to be told. If not for the sake of readers, but for myself. I keep telling myself that it's cheaper than therapy which I can't afford anyway.

It's the limitations of the Sims 3 game engine that keeps me rebooting the story to force it to come out in a way that I want to tell my story.

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It had been this morning when my mother had screamed at me that if I didn’t like the way things were that I was welcome to leave.

From the time I had been four years old, I had known nothing but demeaning remarks and when anything went wrong I was the first one that her finger pointed at. “You can’t do anything right. If my brothers were so smart, how did I ever have an idiot like you?” But she was smart enough to never, ever allow me to have any sort of evidence that could be potentially used against her. Never, ever did she lay a finger on me; that way she could keep every accusation of abuse that I could make as plausibly deniable on her part – all the hallmarks of being psychologically destroyed invisible and therefore unable to be verified. As a university graduate, she knew just how to game the system and was damned proud of that fact.

“Get out and don’t come back!”

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To this day there is a shit-ton of anger pent up inside of me that I hope that there never comes a day when I let that anger loose.

“A child should never feel as if they need to earn a mother’s love.” — Sherrie Campbell

In my story, River is the analog of my real life wife...who has now been my wife for 24 years.

My wife has always been there, she's been the rock in an unsteady sea. And she's borne the brunt of my mother's anger until I got my head out of my ass enough to make the break from my family. That it took ten years beyond my adulthood to finally see my mother's abuses for what they were is something that I can't forgive myself for. That is why there is no forgiveness towards my mother and I will happily dance on my mother's grave when she kicks off for the beyond, whenever that is. At 88 she still seems to be going even after both her brothers and a sister-in-law have kicked off their mortal coil, (none of them mourned as they were her flying monkeys).

So...as I struggle to get this story out...I keep revisiting the old wounds, but it's something that needs to be done. Try and bear with me...

[nekohime19]

Heart behind the lie # 25 : White Maze Mountain

Monkeys get closer 👀

Sun Wukong took three strands of his hair and blew on it, immediately three perfect copies of himself appeared inside a golden colored smoke. They greeted him casually, definitely not possessing the seriousness clones should have in front of their creator, and turned towards the lil lady lazily stretched on top of his sheet. Sock looked up at them for a second, unimpressed by their presence (she was quite used to them at this point), and resumed her midday nap. 

“Don't worry Boss, we will guard her with our lives!” Announced one clone as he laid beside the lil sage, cooing each time her ears flickered. 

“I expect nothing less.” Huffed the great sage as he narrowed his eyes at the three clones. “Sandy will stay here with Mo, do not reveal anything… compromising.” 

“Don't worry Boss, we are you, you know how reliable we are.”Proudly declared one clone. Sun Wukong leveled him with an unimpressed glare, they all knew he tended to be too impulsive at times. 

“Just go save our loverboy.”

“Do not call him that.” Stuttered the sage with reddened cheeks, this was why he was reluctant to summon his clones in front of others. “I'm serious, you three better behave.”

“We will, we will.” 

The great sage stepped back, gaze still trained on the three gremlins wearing his face, he put a paw on the handle and did the universal sign of “I'm watching you” before leaving them. He was greatly reluctant to let them here with Sandy, he knew perfectly how they tended to have a loose mouth in front of other people, and they were things he didn't want others to know (like his feelings for a certain black furred monkey). It would be very embarrassing if Sandy of all people, his not-official but still kind of therapist, learned of that. 

Sun Wukong walked on the deck, the group was already there, each ready to explore every nook and cranny of the snowed mountain, also known as White-Maze Mountain for demonkind, a supposedly inhabited territory. The kids were the one holding the compass (Sun Wukong conceded it after days of pleading, he didn't like the idea of them holding something imbued with her power, but they were right when they said they knew the device better than any of them after using it so many times). 

“You're ready Monkey King?” Excitedly asked his mentee, almost jumping on site. 

“Yeah, I left three clones with Sock, if anything goes wrong they can help you.” Warned the King as he turned toward the tea-lover, Sandy nodded thankfully at him. 

“If everything is ready let's go, I don't want to stay longer than necessary here.” Grumbled Red Son as he crossed his arms over his chest, the dragon girl was almost glued to his side, something about leeching off his warmth. They all nodded, each one of them covered in multiple layers (except the sage, his blood ran hotter than most beings, the cold wasn't a problem for him.) 

They left the airship, stepping in the thick bone-white snow veiling the entire mountain. Sun Wukong shuddered, not liking the memory of her resurfacing, and followed his mentee, the boy seemed to be well-used to the compass, he handled it with ease. The sage trotted towards the warrior, who was walking a bit away from everyone, steel-like eyes trained on MK. 

“Hey. Cold place, right?” Like always, he was incredibly awkward with idle talk. But still, he wanted to try. They weren't exactly upset at each other, but there was tension lingering in-between them since their last therapy session. It was to be expected, even if they didn't fight (in the proper sense of the word) they were still disagreeing on the pilgrims' matter. Their visions couldn't be more opposites. 

“Well yeah, it's not like Flower Fruit Mountain after all.” Replied the macaque as he breathed out a crystallized puff of white air. Macaque had always been rather sensitive to the cold, his body was naturally cold (dealing with shadows cooled his skin) so he had troubles dealing with freezing temperature (like the sage had troubles with scorching temperature). Nevertheless, he wasn't one to stay put on the ship, no amount of cold could prevent him from following them. 

“I guess. Look, Macaque, I'm…”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Cut the warrior as he turned towards the King. “We just disagree, it's normal.”

“... I… Sandy proposed solo therapy sessions for me, you know, to work out the whole pilgrim thing...” Tentativly mumbled the King. 

“That's great.” Replied the other with a soft smile etched on his lips. 

“You're not upset?”

“Why would I be?”

“I don't know… because I'm doing it without you?” Tried to explain the sage as he fiddled with his fingers. 

“Wukong.” Macaque stopped walking and put his hands on the sage's shoulders, stilling the King in front of him. “It's okay if you have problems you need to deal with alone. I'm not gonna be upset about you wanting to heal.”

“Hm, t-thanks Macaque.”

“Anytime. You’re kinda dumb to think I would be mad because of that.” Snickered the warrior, Sun Wukong gasped, greatly offended, and narrowed his eyes as the ebony monkey. 

“That's what I get for worrying about your pretty little head? ”

“You think I'm pretty?” Asked the macaque with a raised eyebrow. Sun Wukong stuttered, caught off guard, and fled towards the others. 

“No comment.” Mumbled the King with reddened cheeks. 

“Come on, Wukong, I want to know!” Called the macaque as he followed after him, but he didn't get to pester the sage any more, the group stopped before the mouth of a cave with a neck-breaking height. They all stood in tense silence, before groaning collectively. 

“Really? We're gonna enter the cave of the White-Maze Mountain??” Grumbled the pig as he glared at the cave's mouth. 

“How did the lantern piece even get there?” Muttered the dragon-girl as she nuzzled the Bull's son, he didn't even flinch at her antics, seemingly used to it. 

“We have the compass though, so we're like… unlostable!”Cheered MK, ever the optimistic. 

“That word doesn't exist.” Pointed out the scholar as he replaced the glasses slipping off his nose. “But this place realllly doesn't seem…safe.”

“We don't really have a choice.” Sighed the warrior, the kid decided to step in the darkness, he faltered a little, before finding his bearing with the aid of his golden sight. The other followed him, each keeping close to Red Son, who was lightening the way with a flame burning on his left palm. 

The place was old, each step was echoing in the large hallway, breaking the silence veiling the darkness. There were traces of demonkind on the walls, perhaps some fellow thought they could survive here (the place where the sun never showed), and got lost in the intricate array of caves iconic of the White-Maze Mountain. They walked in line, carefully following each other. 

They all suddenly stopped when MK decided to stop walking, hitting the one before them with groans. 

“Why did ya stop?” Asked the pig as he rubbed his snout with furrowed eyebrows. 

“Guys, there is a weird smoke ahead of us?” Nervously chuckled MK. Sun Wukong coated his own eyes with gold and stared ahead of them, there was indeed a thick snake-like smoke approaching them, he quickly turned back and realized there was even more smoke coming from behind them. 

They were all hit by a sudden dizziness. Macaque, the one at the further back and thus most exposed to the smoke, staggered on by himself, Sun Wukong immediately turned towards him and tried to steady him. The great sage (who was the least affected by the smoke) tried to warn the other, or at least do something to get them all out of here, but the floor beneath his and Macaque's feet disappeared. They fell away from the others, darkness devouring them. 

Sun Wukong embraced Macaque, curling around the other as they fell in the deep black. He took the hit for the both of them, restraining his pained groan behind gritted teeth. His hide was made of stone, a measly fall wasn't enough to truly hurt him. Sun Wukong took a few seconds to come back from his fall, his eyes fell on the black bundle he was tightly helding. He immediately used his golden vision and fretted over the warrior, checking for any injuries. 

“Are you okay? You're not hurt are you? Tell me-”

“I'm okay, Wukong.” Groaned the macaque as he pushed the fretting sage away. “What about the others?” Sun Wukong looked up, the hole in which they fell was completely wiped away, it was as if it never existed in the first place. 

“I don't know.” Sheepishly chuckled the King “Should have known there was something odd in this maze.”

“Try to contact the kid first.” Adviced the warrior as he tried to stand up, he still staggered, but he caught himself by leaning on the wall. Sun Wukong stayed near him the whole time, and stepped back only when he was sure Macaque could stand by himself. 

The sage focused and projected himself towards the kid, he found him relatively well, panicked but well nonetheless. MK brithened the moment he caught sight of him, he waved at him and fretted over him, asking billions of questions.

“Wow, wow, calm down bus. We're alright. What about you?” The sage gaze sweaped over the golden figure of the kid, he unfortunately couldn't see MK surroundings while projecting, but it was better than noting. 

“We're pretty okay. We're all together… You both are the only one that got separated…” 

“I see. Be careful of the walls, I think they can move, the floor beneath me and Macaque disappeared without warning. Also, the smoke doesn't seems to be lethal, but stay away from it.”

“Aye aye, captain!”Cheerfully replied MK, Sun Wukong chuckled, tail flickering happily. “We're gonna keep following the compass, what about you guys?”

“We're gonna try to join you.”

“How?”

“I'm the Monkey King, bud. Have a little faith in me, okay?” Chuckled the sage as he put his hand son his hips and puffed out his chest. 

“Okay, see you later.”

“See you later, bud!”

The sage sighed once the projection faded away, he turned towards the warrior and quickly approached him. He offered his help, but Macaque softly brushed him away, preferring to stand alone. 

“How's the kid?” Asked Macaque as he straightened his back, trying to look better, even if the sweat glistening on the edge of his face was betraying his discomfort (the sage could see it with his gold coated eyes). 

“Fine. They're following the compass. I don't really know how we're going to join them though.” Sighed the sage as he approached the wall, he knocked on it, frowning at the weird flesh-like sensation brushing his fingers, this array of caves was definitely not usual. He could easily get out of it by himself, destroying the array would be a piece of cake, but he couldn't risk that while the others were still inside. 

“...I might have an idea but…” Macaque seemed hesitant, he frowned, eyes lost in his own thoughts, before sighing loudly. “ Don't talk about it, okay?”

“Okay. Why would I–” He cut himself when he saw Macaque's ears carefully unfold, blooming like the softest petals to ever exist, their shine lightly illuminating Macaque's face. Sun Wukong felt his heart leaps out of his chest, deafening him with his loud beats, as loud as rock slides. He couldn't look away, bewitched by the way the apendages flicked ever so slightly. 

“I can hear them. They're not that far.” Muttered the macaque, but Sun Wukong wasn't paying attention, stilled, returning to the very tones he was born from. “Wukong ?”

“Y-yeah ?”

“Leads the way. I can't see anything.”

“Oh yeah, yeah, that's true, I'm the one with the shining eyes, yeah.” Stuttered the sage as he stifly turned away, he took a deep breath to calm his beating heart, glad that the darkness hid his flaming cheeks, and carefully walked ahead. He tied his tail on Macaque's wrist, and if the warrior startled in surprise (not expecting the sudden contact) he didn't protest. 

They walked in silence, Sun Wukong slowering his steps to not push the warrior too far, he was still staggering after all. The sage threw once or two glances behind him, each time transfixed by the way the six ears fluttered, Macaque sometimes questioned his stares (he could see his eye glows in the darkness) but Sun Wukong pretended he was only making sure everything was alright. 

The maze, as the sage's had suspected, was moving with them. Sometimes unexpected walls would block their path and they always had to be careful of sudden holes. They didn't came across any smoke for now, the sage was quite glad for that, Macaque would normally be unfazed by any type of poison, but his body was a lot more frail than normal. 

They stopped walking after a few hours, well, the sage insisted to take a breather while the Macaque, ever so stubborn, wanted to go on despite struggling more and more. Sun Wukong created a few blankets with his hair, and lighted on a little campfire with hair woods and hair matches. 

“You're gonna get bald.” Snickered the macaque as he dived in his blanket, practically hiding in it. 

“Nah, my hair grows fast.” Replied the sage with a puffed out chest. 

“This is not something to be proud off??” Chuckled the warrior as he leaned over the sage, they were sitted sides by sides, shoulder by shoulder, each cuddled in their blankets, watching the campfire dance in the darkness. The sage coughed to hide his rising purr, trying to reign in the feeling that was warming him. 

“It is when you have a whole magic about hair.” Argued the King. 

“Hm, fair, I guess” Mumbled Macaque, cheeks redenned by the prevailing cold, his breath was coming out of his chapped lips in puff of white smoke. Sun Wukong's eyes trained on the other lips for a bit longer than necessary, tail thumping in interest under his blanket. He quickly turned away, immediately stilling his tail. 

“You're okay?” Asked the King, clearing his throat to clear his mind. 

“Hm, it's fucking cold, but it's alright.” Groaned the macaque, he huddled a bit closer from the sage, perhaps searching for his warmth. Sun Wukong shuddered, not because of the cold, and let his eyes fell on the warrior's face, observing the way the soft flames lightened up his mask. His fingers twitched under the blanket, wanting to hold the other closer, but he hesitated. He decided to do it after feeling another shudder coming form the warrior, he quietly extanded his arm and carefully grabbed the warrior's waist, pressing him closer. “Wukong?”

“You're cold. And I'm warm that's all.” Muttered the sage, head turned away to hide his growing blush. Macaque rose an eyebrow, but he said nothing of it and put his head on the sage's shoulder. 

“We're just resting for a little bit, then we go.” Mumbled Macaque, voice muffled by the blanket and the sage's shoulder. 

“Why are you in such a hurry ? They're fine right?” 

“Yeah but… I just… don't want them to be put in danger because of me, you know.” Sun Wukong frowned, pained by what he was hearing. He carefully thought of his words, not wanting to upset the other. 

“They…it's okay, they're doing it because they want to.” Muttered the sage as he pressed the other a bit closer, he put his head on the warrior's own, inhaling his comforting scent. 

“Even so. They shouldn't hurt themselves for me.”

“We care about you, Macaque. I care about you.”

Macaque stayed silent, face hidden in the other shoulder. Sun Wukong frowned, not wanting the other to stay on his mindset. Because Macaque deserved to be helped, he deserved to have people caring about him, and fretting over him. He deserved to be saved. 

“I want to help you.” Mumbled the sage, he slowly took the other's face in his hands, wanting him to see the resolution in his eyes. “The others wants to help you too. I… We like you Macaque.”

Macaque sighed, his eyes turning away, not willing to dive in the sage's own gaze. 

“Please. We just want to help you. You're important.” Sun Wukong put his forehead on the warrior's own, hands softly cradling his face. “I know you feel like you don't deserve this because you feel guilty. I know the feeling, I feel guilty a lot. But we care about you, let us care.”

“Why are you so insisting?” Mumbled the warrior as he gazed at the sage, eyes boring into him. Sun Wukong felt a tingle pass through his skin, he gulped, trying to reign in his feelings, trying to keep his eyes on the other gaze and not let it fall lower. 

“I told you, I care about you.” 

“... Yeah ? Say it again.”

“I care about you.” Macaque ears fluttered, shining a bit stronger. A smirk bloomed on his lips, and his eyes shined with a mischievous glint. 

“Again.” Sun Wukong raised a eyebrow, chuckling a little, but he indulged him nonetheless. 

“I care about you.” Macaque leaned in his palm, ears brushing against the sage's fingers, soft like silk. 

“Again.”

“I care about you, Macaque.” Chuckled the King, he closed his eyes, blush high on his cheeks. 

“Again.”

“I care about you.” Sighed Sun Wukong, his breath only inches away form the warrior's own. 

“Hm, again.” The warrior put his hands on the sage's neck, pushing him ever so slightly closer. 

“I care about you.”

“One more time.” Mumbled Macaque, face softened by the flames. Sun Wukong admired a bit slightly, and nuzzled his cheeks, making him laugh. 

“I care about you, you hardheaded dimwit.” Macaque snickered, he nuzzled the sage's cheek, breath tickling Sun Wukong's skin. 

“Yeah, I care about you too.”Soflty whispered the warrior, eyes crooked like moon crescents. 

“Damn. Kinda know why you wanted me to repeat it so much.” Muttered the sage, unable to hide his smile after hearing Macaque say that. They giggled, both of them high on the feeling swarming inside of their chest. Sun Wukong, caught in the moment, leaned over the other, and naturally, like the waves crashing on the shore or the sun rising at dawn, their lips met. 

It was just brush, almost not there, a caress of lips that filled them both with sparks. Macaque pushed further, lips crashing into him, dancing together in the sweetest of dance. Sun Wukong shuddered, tail thumping in delight, and pushed back. This was heaven on earth, thought the King as he lost himself on the feeling. Macaque was the one to separate them, he stepped back a little, breath slightly struggling. 

“You kissed me.” Muttered the warrior with a rising blush. 

“Wha–no you kissed me.” Corrected the sage. 

“No, no, you're the one who initiate it.”

“Well, maybe, but you're the one who deepened it.” Pointed Sun Wukong. “Wait, why are we even arguing?”

“I don't know… W-we should go, the others are probably waiting for us!” Squeaked Macaque as he rose on his two feet. 

“O-oh, yeah, you're right.” Sun Wukong followed the other example, he erased the blankets and the fire with a flick of wrist, retuning them to hair, and they resumed their walk in a tight silence, both of them los to their own musing. “So are we gonna talk about it?”Asked the sage after only a few minutes. 

“About what?” Replied Macaque as he felt the wall to walk properly. 

“The kiss?”

“W-well what do you wanna say about it? ” Asked Macaque. 

“I don't know!” Sun Wukong rubbed his face, trying to erase the blush etched on his cheeks. “I liked it?”

“It was a good kiss.” Shyly admitted Macaque. 

“Yeah. Good.” The sage took a deep breath, calming his stuttering heart. “Sooo, is this like, a friend thing?”

“Hm, I don't know?”

“What do you mean I don't know?” Groaned the sage. 

“I don't know! I don't know a lot about relationships, you were the only friend I ever had, okay.” Bitterly mumbled the warrior. 

“W-well, it can be friendly. Like friends kiss right?”

“Maybe? I won't do this with anyone thought.”

“Me neither. Maybe it's a friendship thing, but with just us…”

“Where are you going with this?” Tentatively asked the warrior, seemingly lost by his rambles. He should stop rambling, he was worsening the situation. 

“Nowhere? Just…just wanne say I liked it?”

“Okay, me too, let's leave it at that for now. I can hear the others, they're near.”

“Yeah good idea.” Awkwardly chuckled the King while he silently guided the other in the dark. 

“Friendship!? Friends doesn't kiss, Wukong, you idiot!” Cried the sage in his mind, cursing himself for screwing this up. He should just keep his mouth shut until they found the others, his traitorous lips were doing him more harm than good. 

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[final-girl96]

Firefly Chapter Fifty-Three

We tied the horses to a tree, making sure to leave it loose enough that they could get free if they needed to. We looked around to see there wasn't anyone on guard. “Something's off. Why isn't there anyone on guard?” We slowly made our way to the front of the building. The glass doors and windows at the entry were boarded up by plywood. When we walked into the lobby of the science building there were plastic totes and boxes stacked up in the middle between the doors and stairs.

I picked up a clip bored and looked at it. It was a checklist of things. “They were packing up to leave. This is a checklist,” insaid, handing it to Joel. “Hello! Is anyone here?!” Ellie shouted. Joel and I both shushed her. “We gotta keep it down. We don't know who might be here or what might be in here,” I told her. She whispered sorry and we headed towards the stairs. “Where do you think everyone went?” Ellie asked, quietly as we came to the second floor. Before either of us could answer we heard a loud banging coming from down the hall.

With Joel in the lead, we quietly and slowly made our way towards the sound. It was probably a stupid idea, but what other choice did we have? It could be one of the fireflies. We made our way to a classroom, and Joel slowly pushed the door open, gun aimed in front of him. When we walked in, we saw monkeys running about and knocking stuff over. I walked in further and looked around. “Fucking monkeys. Doesn't look like anyone has been here for a while,” I said.

“Let's look around and see what we can find. Don't wander off too far,” Joel said. I walked out into the hall and looked into the other rooms, going in and checking anything I saw that might give a clue what happened here. “Do you think They're still alive?” I wiped my head to the left and looked at Ellie. “I don't know. Maybe. I don't see any kind of signs of struggle but that doesn't mean something didn't happen. They were packing up to leave but why? That's the question. Whatever happened here, it happened a while ago.”

We continued going through the rooms, coming across monkeys once in a while. There were documents on the Cordyceps Infection and failed tests for vaccines. There were scans of people, infected, with different stages of Cordyceps. We looked through everything until we came to one of the rooms that had a white board with a map pinned to it. “Looks like they headed to Salt Lake City,” Joel said, pointing to the map where Salt Lake City was circled in red. “Looks like we're going to Utah,” I said.

We were getting ready to head back to the stairs when voices from outside floated up into the room through the broken window. Joel moved closer to look down at the ground, moved back, and put his finger to his lips. Ducking down we made our way out of the class room and down the hall. We were only a few feet from the stairs when we heard voices and footsteps coming up them. Joel quickly opened a door and pushed Ellie and I inside, closing it behind him and leaning against it to listen. When they passed the door, he opened it just enough so he could look into the hall.

One by one, silently, with Joel going first, then Ellie, and finally me, we moved out of the room and down the stairs. At the bottom Joel looked around before urging us toward the front doors where we came in. We got to the horses, untying them from the tree branch when yelling started. Then a shot went off and three men charged us. I pulled my gun, armed, and shot one in the shoulder, knocking him back. Another came up on Joel, who dodged the man's bat.

I shot the first one again in the leg and then shot another in the head before going to help Joel. He was struggling with the guy who had run at him. The man swung the wooden bat again, Joel dodged it and he hit the tree breaking the bat. “Yn, watch out!” Ellie yelled. Before I could turn around someone tackled me to the ground. We fought, rolling around, trying to get the upper hand on each other. I had no chance against him, he was bigger and stronger. He also had a knife in my face.

My hands wrapped around his wrist, pushing against him as hard as I could. My grip was slipping and the only thing I was able to do was move his hand down away from my face. He put all his weight down, driving the knife into my shoulder. A shot went off at the same time I screamed in pain, then he was falling off of me. Joel was standing above me and when I looked up I gasped. “Joel.” He looked down to where my eyes were fixed. The broken end of the bat was protruding from the side of his abdomen.

He stumbled back and I stood. “Joel, don't pull…” He pulled it out of his abdomen and threw it to the ground. Yelling got closer and closer to us. “Get on the horse, Joel!” Ellie told him, urging him to mount the horse. He did as told and she climbed up behind him. I got on the other horse and we headed towards the way we came in at. I shot at anyone following until we were completely out of sight.

Blood was running down my arm and hung limp by my side. We followed train tracks for miles before Joel started to slow down. Ellie was doing her best to keep him upright. I had come up beside them on the side Joel was leaning towards to try and help her. His skin had grown pale and clammy. I'm sure I wasn't looking the best either. The pain in my shoulder was horrible. With every bounce it shot down my arms and across my shoulder.

That all went away the moment Joel and Ellie's horse came to a stand still and Joel looked over at me before falling off the other side of the horse. Ellie yelled his name and got off the horse, falling to his side. I slipped off my horse, ran around to them, and fell to his other side. “Joel, look at me!” I said, grabbing his face to turn his head towards me. “Look at me, Joel.” His eyes looked up at me, his mouth opening but nothing came out. His eyes shut again and he fell unconscious. “Joel! Joel, don't do this! Wake up! Wake up, Joel! Please.” Ellie was shaking himself, tears coming to her eyes. “We can't do this without you.”

[captmickey]

Puts both hands on your shoulders. Talk to me about the sea of thieves Guybrush.

I'm going to boldly assume you are referring to this post that I made (which reminds me... to respond to the other two. And I will so keep an eye out).

And honestly, I'm not sure if you want me to talk about how Melee is a reflection of his psyche, how Guybrush just owns up to it all regardless of the situation, or um... anything else, but if you want specifics, please let me know???

But for now, lets talk Sea of Thieves!

(A word of caution... it's a lot. It's disjointed. It'll make no sense.)

So to recap: the Legend of Monkey Island in a very loose nutshell is Pirate Lord Ramsey sent an invite to a newly wed Guybrush and Elaine to visit the Sea of Thieves because Ramsey genuinely likes Guybrush (and it has me kicking my feet) when LeChuck, who prior to the DLC, was shapeshifting around and stole the Sword of Souls which is just a weaken version of the Burning Blade (I'm still learning the SoT lore... please be patient with me). Doing as such, LeChuck managed to trick Guybrush because the blade has the capability to trap souls and he did it semi-successfully via the Sea of the Damned where your fondest memories become a reality (again, still learning I'm sorry). Elaine managed to evade getting her mind scrambled but Guybrush didn't and is now trapped in a world of his semi-creation (put a pin in that, it's the basis to my ramblings) where he's known as the Legend of Monkey Island and everyone adores him. Ramsey, the Voodoo Lady, Elaine and even Kate Capsize knows that Guybrush needs help. So they recruit us, and it is up to us, the Player, to save Guybrush.

Now that that's out of the way, to ramble time! ...Or at least as coherent as I can because boy oh boy do I have thoughts and I already made anyone willing to listen undoubtedly annoyed haaa.

(and again, if you want specifics, pleeeeease let me know) To start with: Dream Melee. The whole purpose of Dream Melee, according to LeChuck, is to trap Guybrush in a dream he will never want to wake up from. Ramsey even says that if one doesn't leave, eventually they're trapped in it forever. So when we get to Melee as the player, eeeeeeeeeveryone is gushing and fanboying over Guybrush and how cool and brave and almost super human he is.

(Even LeChuck (and the Voodoo Lady) point out that Dream Melee couldn't really happen if it weren't for that ego of his.) And like, yeah. It can't be said that Guybrush doesn't have an ego to him. He does, but it's not as loud as when he was younger. Over the course of the franchise (if you're like me and look at it as a whole), it settles down to a point where he's content with his identity and self... kind of. He still has it, but it's not as neeeeearly as obnoxious as it is in, say, MI2. And this DLC takes place after CMI according to the developers, so this is a Guybrush after being held captive in Big Whoop and his ego (while, again, still there) has been THOROUGHLY humble checked.

Now here's the funny thing about Guybrush: For as big as his ego tends to get, for as much as he brags about being a Mighty Pirate. He never chases for greater power. Ever.

In all of his adventures, whether he caused it or not, it was almost always about making a name for himself. He never strives to be the Governor, controller of the Caribbean, or even a God. He just wants, on a surface level, to have his name known (it's why he's so shocked when Morgan admits to his legacy being known and she was his fan). It's why he always brags his name about the deeds he has done (and if you look at the stuff he accomplished on paper, it's pretty dang impressive).

But even deeper than that, he wants love. He wants to be loved and even respected. This is a character that has a buuuuuunch of walls up and even puts on a mask just to hide what he's feeling because he is going under what he thinks being a pirate is all about (which he has done in the past: MI2).

Yet LeChuck being LeChuck, completely misunderstood Guybrush's wants. He completely misunderstood Guybrush's want for love and respect. LeChuck thinks what Guybrush wants is what he himself wants: absolute power. The people of Dream Melee love Guybrush, sure, but not for who he is. Not because he rightfully earned it. They love him in a way that inflates his ego. Hell, it's not even love: it's a very twisted adoration. Which is different. LeChuck also never strove for love from a genuine place, but adoration via force.

And something I found so striking and even painful at times was Melee while under the spell vs out of it.... or rather, Guybrush's mind while under vs out of it.

While under the spell, you can see the grip LeChuck has on both mind and residents: people praising the Legend of Monkey Island, adoring, fawning, practically obsessed with Guybrush. And Guybrush, caught so thoroughly under the spell, doesn't even do much to fight it, he gets tired quickly when he exerts too much (which would make sense... because lets be real, eventually Guybrush would have noticed something a-miss the longer he was energetic if him post-spell breaking is any indicator when he realizes about Elaine).

The people, or rather LeChuck's spell, kept enticing Guybrush to stay in the dream. Kept praising and admiring him.

When the spell breaks, and we talk to the people... jeeeeeeeeez they are so relentless. They're mean, they belittle, and they mock Guybrush so thoroughly. Maybe there's that small group that doesn't entirely hate on him, but it's a lot smaller compared to those that do.

....And that's Guybrush's mind when he's aware and not under a spell. Because that Dream Melee is made from his own internal mind, and going by that logic, when the spell broke, Guybrush's views on himself is not. Good. It's bad, terribly horribly bad. And that's something that is probably, usually kept under a tight wrap so as not to spill it over.

After the spell is broken, before the end of Chapter 2 and throughout Chapter 3, he berates himself a lot, preps himself for the insults and mockery from the people or even Elaine (which, for the record, I adore that she doesn't ever do). And he's not... wrong. People are berating him and talking down even well into chap 2 (I'm looking at you, Mancomb).

And yet, the only ones that vocally stand up for him and tell him, repeatedly, it's not his fault, is Elaine, Ramsey and us. Which Guybrush registers but clearly has a hard time believing. He has a hard time believing he's loved and respected even though Ramsey a.k.a Pirate Lord of the Sea of Thieves, multiple times throughout the DLC, mentions how he respects Guybrush and views him as both a friend and an equal.

But something that I admire about Guybrush in this DLC, even with his constant self-beratement, he goes on to say how he wants to earn that respect on his own merit, not in a forceful manner. He wants to earn it all just like how Ramsey did which was through hard work. He also takes maaaaassive accountability for the whole ordeal even though this, again, isn't the real Melee, he didn't need to ask for forgiveness or anything to the town that is dragging his name through the mud... but he does.

And more importantly, he doesn't up and runaway the second he's reunited with Elaine.

He feels at fault with what happened to both Melee and the Sea of Thieves, and he just.... owns it. Even with his sense of self being probably at its (probably) lowest.

Like... this DLC really truly highlighted why I adore Guybrush as my all time favorite character. They could have so easily wrote him off as some bumbling, moronic, loser who can't do anything right and be an outright bully to even us, but... he's not. He's not any of those things. He stumbles, says really corny jokes, goofs a big, and can be a bit of a ham, but he's very focused on what he wants and needs once the spell is lifted.

And more to that, what has me just, obsessed with this DLC, is how Guybrush essentially opens up to us. I made mention about his tone, how one is the masked tone and the other his real voice and it stands to point out that only the people that truly know him get the honor of hearing the real version. And we get to hear it. He trusts us enough for him to drop his mask and rely on our help. He jokes about how he'll do all the heroics, but he really does think of all the plans for us (finding the key to the Monkey Head, navigating the catacombs, and even the weaponry to fight LeChuck).

He even, though the battle is done by then, comes in ready to fight by our side. He doesn't go "oh, I was gonna come... but ah... you got it." He genuinely sounds disappointed that he couldn't be there for us, that he couldn't make right but is still relieved it was handled. He even waves us off because he still wants to do some damage control with Elaine regarding this fake world and he didn't bemoaned about it and I'm just!!!!

I'm over the moon with his character. Even though his mind was scrambled with (WHICH IS A RANT IN AND OF ITSELF I SHOULD ADD), and even though the writers could have so easily wrote him in that moronic dimwitted kind of way... Guybrush persevered and really established his status as why he's a renowned and beloved character.

[noisymutantherelol]

" WHAT!?! "

(I'm lazy so uh.....Yeah wukong tried to fiddle with the Dream Domain and released the Vaji) multi color text is multipule people talking at once ok- TW: Body Horror,Gore,Slay characters,Spicynoodles,ANGST

Kaiju and Macaque head to the docks looking for Sandy's boat," Macaque,over here ",Kaiju says before hopping onto the boat,Macaque quickly followed after her,The sky was grey and it was cloudy, ' This is getting creepy ', Kaiju thought to herself as she knocked on the door to Sandy's boats control center,as soon as she did Sandy opened, " Hey,your finally here! great, now we can go! ",He says as he starts the motor and also starts Macaques sea sickness(lol,skill issue).While we are on our way there,the clouds turn black,the water has turned a dark shade of grey, " Wukong....what have you done now... ", Macaque said while looking around at the creepy setting, and as soon as we now it we're there, " Alright,let's go see what that peach eating idiot did " , He said as a shadow portals appeared under us and teleport us to the entrance of Wukong's Hut, " WUKONG WHAT HAVE YOU DONE NOW- ", Kaiju An says busting the door open and then walks in, " OK ok, Kaiju An I know that you take your job of dream guarding pretty serious.....but I swear that I did NOT mean to- " , Kaiju An cuts him off by saying, " Release a parasite made out of corrupted magic and destroy life as we know it?, Yeah good job there, You Fool ",Kaiju An says bluntly, she sits down on the floor,it doesn't take a while for everyone else to come with Nezha being last to come," Monkey King? why are we here? ",Mk asks sitting down next to Mei,her being distracted on her phone texting to one of her other friends, " Yeah why are we here? ",Mei says as she puts her phone away and leans back,As Monkey King was about to speak,Kaiju An interrupted him and told everyone, " Well,Your here because our ginger monkey man here-,did something dumb,again and now The Vaji, Specificly the queen of the Vaji has been let loose and now so far from what I know I can sense that its taken someone over already.....so i'm gonna need your help trapping this thing.... ",She said leaving everyone in the room worried,angry (Nezha),and confused, " Wait-wait- why can't you do this yourself,you did it all those years ago....",Redson said from the corner of the room , " Because I'm now just learning about myself,and my ability's about my past life as a Celestial being, i've only learned on how I could beat them in the dream realm not in the real world........",She said,the room went quiet and in that silence, " AHHHHHHHH " ,The screams alerted the group and Macaque and Kaiju An teleported everyone to where the screaming came from (I HC that Macaroni,when he hears something he can make a image out of it).

The Gang gets there and when they do their meet with a horrid sight, " No....... it cant' be......it's really......Dong ", What they saw would stay in there memories forever....His head almost split open.......his body....Black cracks in his skin,his stomach ripped out,Organs exposed and bleeding everywhere and his arm is replaced with a Pitch black and inky Monster like ar e that is kinda half of his size , " What has it done........ ", Kaiju An said and when she did Dong instantly lounged for her faster than MAcaque could react, " AHHH- ",Kaiju An screamed as she was being pinned against the wall by Dong but, quickly she shape-shifted into a tiger and kicked her off of him throwing him back and breaking the wall of the warehouse they we're in, " COME ON! THERE'S NO WAY WE CAN BRING HIM BACK SO THE ONLY WAY IS TO KILL HIM BEFORE THE VAJI SPREADS! ", Kaiju An shouted as she ran towards Dongs body as doing so MK comes up and body slams him while in his monkey form , " NEZHA! GO TO THE CELESTIAL REALM AND- AAAHHHH ",Kaiju An screamed as Dong was now on her his claws digging deep in her body bleeding, " GET THE MEDALANT AND GO TO THE DREAM REALM AND WARN THE CELESTIAL REALM ITS THE FASTEST WAY TO GET THE NEWS OUT! ", She screamed in pain.She shifted back into a tiger and kicked back Dong near the others. Wukong quickly pulled out some of his ginger hair and blew them out making clones,holding down Dong as he roars in struggle. Tang used his mystic powers to suppress him even more but even that didn't stop him. Dong used his tail to swat Wukong and Tang away from him breaking Tangs spell and poofing the clones as he is growing to fast. In the momment of panic Kaiju An yells to Macaque, " GET EVERYONE THAT WE NOW THIS THING IS STRONGER WE' LL NEED ALL THE HELP WE CAN GET! ",Kaiju An said getting ready to make the portal, " KID,WHAT ABOUT YOU!?! " ,PIgsy yelled at he carried Tang, " Don't worry about us.....we'll be at the Flaming Mountains Dealing with him ", She says,looking at MK with him nodding as the portal appears under her,MK and Dong sending them to the Flaming Mountains, " KAIJU AN,MK WAIT!-, Monkey king,Redson and Mei shout in unison , but they we're to late.....Kaiju An and MK has already left dealing with VJ!Dong at the Flaming mountains.

Everyone was recovering at pigsy's filled with guilt and anger. Mei felt his guilt eating her up,feeling like her stomach is upside down,with one thing she had from Kaiju An, a Moon themed bracelet now covered in blood, " WHERES KAIJU AN? ",Ying asked as she looked around (Mayor told her what happened) Mei sat up and told her," Dealing with Dong and she is giving us time to probably make up a plan and get ready.......",she trailed of as she looked at the bracelet in her hand.

' I hope she's ok........ '

(suffer and wait for a part two i'm busy ahh rn)

@yingjiaoyue here is your angst