#i'll just remember to have earplugs on every time i talk to you

[impala124]

Bad Buddy Ep 11

My thoughts on Ep 1 | Ep 2 | Ep 3 | Ep 4 | Ep 5 | Ep 6 | Ep 7 | Ep 8 | Ep 9 | Ep 10

Me, at the end of this episode:

Oh, nothing to see here. Just a pair of queer kids running away from home (temporarily?) because their love isn't accepted by their parents.

Okay, where are we now? A zero waste village and a seaside town. Don't tell me we're going back to the architecture volunteer camp town from Ep 6.

They are talking about Uncle Tong. So, they did go back to the camp town from Ep 6.

Junior, their unlicensed couples counselor, is here too!!

My boys clearly didn't plan this trip, and it shows. Thank God for Uncle Tong, who is going to let them stay with him.

Junior doesn't want to leave this little seaside town. I get you, Junior! Boy, do I get you.

"Whoever talks about our parents first loses." Everything's gotta be a competition with these two. I just can't 😂 I mean, given how the last deal (confession) they made ended with both of them winning, I'm looking forward to this.

Pran asking Pat to get his head off his tummy because it's heavy and Pat saying that it's because Pran is always on his mind. Well, Pran, you chose to pine after this boy for years, so deal with this!!

Both of them are hopeless in the kitchen. Pran can at least toast some bread to save his life.

Remember when Pat set the fire alarm off trying to grill some sausages for Pran? yeah.

They'll be eating toasted bread with condensed milk or ketchup until one of them takes some cooking classes.

Junior is clearly the head chef today, with Pran acting as the sous chef, and Pat is just doing his part by not taking part in the cooking.

Their brand of flirting is not kid-friendly, so sir, please calm yourself.

Pran is thinking about his mom while making her special sauce and reminiscing about his time as her assistant in the kitchen. 😭😭😭.

Pat saying, 'We can do anything we want here,' while forcing the guitar into Pran's hands. The parallels between Pran playing the guitar and Pran loving Pat are paralleling.

Who is that uncle with Uncle Tong, and why did he comment on Pran's guitar skills? Is he going to offer Pran a JOB??!!

Pat is definitely one of God's stronger soldiers for allowing Pran to serenade him with company present. I'll leave it there

Junior wants to be like Uncle Tong when he grows up, but his mom wants something 'less tiring' for him. Interesting.

Pat saying, 'Don't believe everything she says. Adults aren't always right', to which Pran can only reply with a noncommittal Hmmm is very telling. Pran, my beloved, What are you thinking??

Junior is running away from his mom. Now, where else can I find boys who are running away from their parents because they too want something else for their kids? No, not here. Okay, I guess I'll have to keep looking.

The conversation between Junior's mom and Pran is something every young adult (at least the Asian ones for sure; can't speak for others) has at least once in their lifetime.

Of course, Pran, my beloved, looks at Junior's mom and thinks of his own.

Junior insists on staying, but his mom wants to take him back as planned. The foreshadowing is so loud with this one that I need to get some earplugs to protect my ears.

Hey, it's the uncle from before, and he's the owner of this bar.

They've clearly reverted to using the BARTER SYSTEM in this town because I've yet to see any money exchange hands.

I've got my theories on Pran looking longingly at the sight of a random guy playing the guitar and commenting that he's great when Pat asks him if he wants to join along. You see, it has everything to do with him feeling UNDESERVING of Pat's love.

I guess Pran wants to finish that unfinished song that he sang for Pat and Junior the other day.

Pat, bestie, what do you mean Uncle Yod (the bar owner, I guess) is offering y'all a permanent job??!! Do you guys have a duration in mind for how long the trip will be? Thank you, Pran, for asking Pat if he wants to stay for a long time.

Oh, Pran just putting the SIM card away after Pat more or less tells him that he, in fact, does want to stay there for some time 😭😭.

Pran, sir, your avoidant behavior is acting up; get it under control.

See, now, I'll be defending Pran wanting to call his mom because Pat informed Pa about his whereabouts, so Pat's family knows that he's okay, which isn't the case with Pran.

Pran's "I don't want to go back now" is very telling with heavy emphasis on the now.

See, relationships aren't easy, and they don't just happen; it takes effort and communication.

Pat is pissed, which he definitely has a right to be.

Now, don't tell me that Pran brought THE SEAWEED SNACK from Ep 6 and offered it to Pat.

He did. Pat, now's the time for payback. I understand that you're mad at Pran, and taking the snack, which is clearly a peace offering, would be giving in, BUT LICK PRAN'S FINGER, damnit. DO IT FOR ME.

Pat didn't give in, bestie; where'd you get that restraint from, and can I borrow it?

'I can be anywhere as long as I have you.' ASDFGHGGF

So, Pat was ready to fold when Pran offered him the snack, so we are kind of in the same boat in the restraint department.

The kiss on the beach is just ADFGSHG. I love their playful kisses, bit the emotional ones just make me go feral.

Now, I'm glad they got to have their first time here, without Pa's bladder interrupting them.

Post-nut clarity is real because they clearly made some decisions, even if they haven't shared them with each other yet.

Okay, Junior is leaving with his mom.

No, but they actually do look like a pair of dads sending off their son to boarding school before the term begins.

'To be with you for at least one more day... ' Who's chopping the fucking onions over here?!

@starryalpacasstuff I guess this is where the faith you told me to have comes into play. I'll take your word for it, bestie, and persist because I don't think I like where this is headed.

Pran is crying, and I'm not OKAY.

They are leaving the next day??!!

Uncle Tong is the unsung hero of this series, and everyone deserves to have someone like him in their corner.

Reusable tumbler, you say? You, Uncle Tong, are an inspiration!!

Pran serenading Pat with a song he wrote about their love is going to be the death of me.

I'm getting glimpses of Pa & Ink, Korn & Wai together���so my ships are sailing smoothly.

"You might think one man can't change the world. But I want you to know that this world can't change someone like me either"—words to live by, especially in these trying times.

'Have you ever pictured what it'd be like if our families weren't enemies?' I'm glad you asked, bestie, because I've been thinking about it since the day I met y'all. You guys would've been like Ink and Pa.

Fam, let it be on record that Dissaya serving Pat her seafood sauce and them feeding each other before their family broke me irrevocably😭😭😭. She didn't even let Pat give Pran some admin documents irl.

Let's go home & Good luck, buddy with tears in their eyes.

I don't know why I'm this affected because this was the only plausible outcome. But this shit still hurts. It's a good thing I planned ahead and can just dive into the next episode now.

The whole sequence of Pat throwing away the SIM card by saying that no one can bother them now, encouraging Pran to do the same by dangling the possibility of freedom in front of him, and Pran following through and Pat revealing that he just pretended to throw it away, which makes Pran reveal that he too didn't throw away the card because he knows Pat just screams foreshadowing with throwing away the SIM cards being a metaphor for severing ties with their parents. Pat is a filial son, to his own detriment at times, and Pran knows it.

Pran's "Being with you already feels like freedom" to Pat & his "Is it even my job to be responsible for your feelings?" to his mom are very interesting, to say the least. There is a lot of emphasis being put on Pran and his desire for freedom. Me thinks Pran is ready to stop letting others, especially his mom, make decisions for him.

They doubled down on the whole 'familial rivalry being an allegory to homophobia' thing in the episode with

Run away to a place where there's only us. Do you think they'll allow it? Our parents won't. But some people might. We like each other. Why does it bother anyone?

Tagging the usual suspects: @shortpplfedup, @incandescentflower, @starryalpacasstuff, @7nessasaryevils, @greenteadumplings, @grapejuicegay, @madworld-bbs, @usodeshou, @tao-moonb, @fanatic-freakshow @desi-yearning. If anyone wishes to be tagged in the future, let me know.

[koridoru]

Not an x reader, I hope its okay! 😅🙏

I don't remember if I've sent this specific request before, so ignore this I have or if you don't want to write this! ^^

Some HCs where Muzan is REALLY just a timid and easily scared guy, who everyone somehow thinks is terrifying and evil.

Only the uppermoons knows what he's really like and is very protective of him because if his kind and timid personality.

Could I have short headcanons about their thoughts on this Muzan? Pure fluff, and platonic stuff!

Why is this cute lol

He's a little scaredy cat, bro jumps at everything.

"Lord Muz-" "BWAHHHHHH"

Kokushibo is his bodyguard

Do not sneak up on him.

He only trusts the uppermoons with this information. I mean, what would his demon subjects think of him if they knew how he really was? They would never respect him.

His reputation mostly comes from his appearance and actual strength, he doesn't talk to the non-kizuki demons much due to his timidity, also because he thinks some are too ugly.

Sometimes the moons, mainly Gyutaro and Akaza, will get a threat from Muzan, only to respond with "Shiver me timbers 😐".

Wax earplugs to stop loud noises (1920s technology lol).

He likes to relax to Nakime's biwa music.

Big baby, literally, and not just his actual giant baby form.

He'll start tearing up if you yell back at him.

He'll turn into his kid form to make people feel bad for talking back to him.

He's actually nice to the uppermoons, when he's not upset about something.

Basically like the manchild they take care of, reverse of the mother spider demon who was actually the youngest of the group.

Douma piggyback rides.

Demands that Hantengu turns tiny so he can cuddle him like a doll.

"Y-you better cut it out!"

For their thoughts, I'll write each of them:

Kokushibo: Thinks it's strange, but still respects his lord, and protects him.

Douma: Sees him as adorable, like a child of his own (does not care how old Muzan is).

Akaza: Doesn't really like it, but respects his strength. He just thinks Muzan should act his strength and his age.

Gyokko: Hates it. He thinks Muzan is acting like a child, and we all know what he thinks about children.

Hantengu: His only complaint is the involuntary cuddling.

Nakime: Almost motherly to him, plays her biwa for him.

Daki: She makes fun of him a lot, but they do get along. They're like siblings almost.

Gyutaro: Oh god, he has two little crybabies to look after now, great.

Kaigaku: It reminds him of Zenitsu and he wants to stab his brains out every time Muzan starts crying.

[zpiderwebs]

(Apologies for this being..SUPER..late.)

Pink bandaids and bloody knuckles

Mullet! Stanley pines x reader

Nights were getting colder. Around the time you start sleeping with another blanket to keep your body warm. The condo you lived in was overpriced, but it was the best place that stayed fairly close to your budget. Your landlord was pretty laid back, although she never really have two shits about complaints and her emails were always blown up by the rest of the residents. Every time you called her about an issue, she would just reply with the same response, her raspy voice in your ear. "I'll get to it when I got the time." And hangs up. Great. So now, you currently had a broken heater. Wasn't no issue when you practically owned more blankets than what you needed as a solo person. You didn't get a lot of snow, probably barley, but it was fun to watch it late at night. Still no snow yet.

It was about six in the morning. You were up and getting ready for work since it usually took you forever to leave the door, always forgetting something, so you always took the last few minutes to look for everything. Once you were finally out the door, you locked up the horribly creaky and cracked door. Your feet crunched against the already frozen grass. The air was painfully cold for your lungs but you managed fine. Walking to your familiar old car who was still surprisingly up and running, (passed down from your mother) you admired her old beauty and how she was a fighter. You grew up riding that car, so, you definitely had an attachment to her.

Again, the cold snapped you back into the present as a big breeze hit you. Quickly unlocking and scrambling into your car, you immediately turned on the engine and started up the heater. You weren't sure to complain about the cold or be happy about it. It fairly got very cold back in New Jersey, snowed heavily too all the time. Here, you barely got that.

The fond memories of playing outside in the snow as a carefree child began to fill your head. You remembered that time you were going to school, you slipped and busted your ass, making you stay home from school that day since you sprained your ankle too. That brought up another memory. The two boys who never really left your side. The Pines twins who lived down the road from your parent's apartment. The two twin boys who were extremely excited when you first moved in to the street, thrown pebbles at your bedroom window to get your attention. And since that day, you three became inseparable. Well, up to high-school. Ford took his education very seriously, never really wanting to slack off. Stan was different, always getting into mischief with you. That's how you both ended up trying your first cigarette together in the back of a deli. Reckless but two peas in a pod. His favorite nick name to call you was always "doll". You still remember the late nights you would sneak out just to cross the street over to the Pines Pawn shop. You would spend the whole night talking with stan while Ford got his beauty sleep, earplugs and everything.

Stan was..something extraordinary, in your words. You loved how fun he was, how carefree. That's why you never really denied having a crush on him. He had such a charming character that you were never really sure why so many girls rejected him. He was funny, a flirt, and genuinely very caring once you got to know him to the bone. That's what brings you back to your sprained ankle you got that one time in high-school. Stanley immediately skipped school that day to stay at your place and take care of you while Ford went since he had a paper due which Stan could care less about. You were more important than some stupid essay. That whole day he stuck next to you, watching movies on your old TV while he made himself comfortable on the couch with you. If you needed something, he would go and get it for you. Well..something about that spark a lot and..ended with him kissing you. You weren't exactly sure how to feel, but for the rest of the night after he left, you felt like exploding. Your "friendship" with stan definitely changed after that. He was more clingy and touchy with you, always wanting to hold your hand. You didn't mind it. Things were never made official, probably because you both were still seeing how and where you wanted this to go. This went on for months until..well..he got kicked out.

It was early summer. It was soon to be Stan and Ford's birthday. You were excited to finally celebrate their 18th birthday. You had gone over to talk about what they should do as a trio, only to be met with Ford a sad and tired look on his face. When he told you what had happened, you felt like your world just came crashing down. He left without even saying goodbye? You would've let him stay with you. You would've...helped him. Your emotions were so messed up that when you graduated high-school, the first thing you did was pack up your things and move away. You didn't hear from Ford either.

Snapping out of your thoughts, the car was hotter than expected. You turned the heat down and glanced at the small clock in your car. 6:56..Shit!! You were super lost in thought. Your shift started at 7. Fuck. You quickly pulled out-- but as you did, you noticed a figure and almost hit them, you yelped and quickly pressed your foot down on your break pedal. You parked the car and stepped out.

"Holy shit, I'm so, so sorry I didn't see you! Sorry sir, please forgive me in a rush." You quickly stammered. You barely caught a glimpse of the man before you realized you really had no time. Your boss would be all over your ass if you arrived later than 7:30. Quickly scrambling back into your car, you backed up and sped off, trying to also be mindful of the icy roads.

The man stood there, his breath hitched as he had quickly recognized your voice and that car. It was like a slap to the face or something. He stood there for a few moments before finally murmuring something underneath his breath...

"Doll..?"

The time read 9:47pm. You barely arrived home awake. Lunch rush today was shit and you nearly lost your shit at a customer who was complaining about there being too much ketchup on his burger. You nearly ripped his head off. You stumbled out of your car, locking her up before walking towards your condo door. Just as about you were to unlock the door...you felt eyes on you. You turned around to see nothing. You sighed.

"I really need some proper sleep." You mumbled, unlocking the door and stepping in, pushing the door shut with your foot. You threw your keys onto the coffee table of your small living room, setting your purse down and removing your coat, not bothering to hang it up as your threw it onto your small couch. Stretching and popping your back, you let out a groan as you headed towards your room, kicking your shoes off in the process. Stripping off your greasy and dirty work clothes, throwing them aside into your bin. Now, standing in your undergarments, you quickly slipped on some loose shorts and a shirt that was way too big on you. Belonged to your dad, but you stole it back in senior year and never gave it back. Crashing onto your bed, you didn't even bother to turn off your lamp, closing your eyes and immediately falling asleep.

You immediately jolted awake to the sound of banging on your front door. You quickly scrambled off of bed, grabbing the bat you kept behind your bedroom door. You quickly glanced at your nightstand clock, it read 2:20am. You swallowed hard as you quickly walked towards the front door, bat in hand. You quickly unlocked the door and flew it open, holding the bat above mid air. A deep voiced yelp immediately reached your ears as the man took a few steps back.

"WAIT, WAIT! IM NOT GONNA HURT YA!" the voice called out, the man put his hands up in defense. He quickly pulled his hood off from his head, revealing an old familiar face, now adored by a messy outgrown mullet. Your heart stopped and the bat now fell from your limp hands, hitting your condo floor with a thud.

"Hey doll..its..been a while, ey?" Stan chuckled, his fists clenching next to his sides. He was nervous. "H-Holy shit..Stanley..!?" You were wide awake now. You reached out for him but the coldness of the late night hit your skin, immortal making you shiver and stepping back into the slight warmth of your home. "Woah, woah, hey. Don't come out, you'll get sick. Can I uh...come in?" You didn't give him an immediate response but you nodded, allowing him in. As he walked past you, respectfully taking off his dirty snow covered boots, you couldn't help but admire his messy mullet. It looked damn good.

After a brief moment of just starring at him, he finally realized your intense gaze on him. "Hey uh..you've been starring for a while." Your cheeks quickly flushed in embarrassment and you coughed, closing the front door. "Oh uh, sorry.." As your eyes slowly trailed up his figure, you noticed the specks of blood on your wooden floors. You quickly looked at what seemed to be his bleeding knuckles. "Holy shit, are you okay!? Your bleeding!" You quickly called out, stepping close to him before he took a step back, hiding his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "A-ah, don't worry bout that.." "What do you mean 'don't worry bout that'!? You appear at my condo doorstep after what, a damn decade i haven't seen you, knuckles bleeding?! Seriously Stanley, what the fuck?" you huffed out, clearly in distress. You sighed, trying to keep your cool.

"Okay, wait here. I'm gonna get something to clean your knuckles up." Before he could even mutter out something, you quickly disappeared into the back of your condo. Stan stood there, he could hear you rummaging through your things faintly. All he could do was stand there and just think about everything. You've really haven't changed. You still look very..god..beautiful as he remembered. The years have done you good. Finally, you came back with some rubbing alcohol bottle in your arm, some disinfecting wipes, and a box of pink bandaids. "I don't have much...but, hopefully these can keep your knuckles from getting infected."

As you stepped closer and reached out for his hands-- Stan immideatly took a step back, a bit tense. "Oh, sorry. Can i see your hands so i can clean them up?" You murmured. He simply nodded, extending his caloused hands out to you. You gently took them into your hands, never realizing how much bigger his hands were compared to yours. The thought stayed in the back of your mind as you placed the bottle of alcohol down on a nearby surface along with the bandaids. You opened the wipes and plucked on out. You began to wipe his scraped up knuckles, making sure to clean up any dirt around them. After, you grabbed another wipe, pouring some of the rubbing alcohol on it before gently reaching for his hands again.

"This might sting a little." Stan scoffed and gave you a sly smirk. "Oh, please. Think I can't handle a little disenfecting? Cmon doll, i'm a man- AH! That does sting! what the...?" Stan jolted. He was not as tough as he thought. "Why does this actually sting so much?" Stan murmured. "It's a really good brand. Trust me, i use it more than what i need to. I'm not the smartest when it comes to cutting things." Stan chuckled "ah, really? Guess your still getting hurt without me around."

"what do you mean by that?" Stans smile slightly dropped. "You don't remember? You were always the one getting hurt besides me. Somehow, each time we went back home after playing, you'd end up with brand new bruises and multiple scrapes! Cmon, doll..I thought you would've remembered. Me and six.." Stan suddenly cut himself off, getting quiet. "...Is something wrong, stanley?" "...Nah, don't worry about it. I forgot was i was gonna say." He looked away, ignoring your eyes. You wanted to say something, but instead you kept quiet and continued to tend to his knuckles. Afterwards, his knuckles were now adorned with pretty pink glittery bandaids. "Heh, the pink doesn't suit me but, i guess whatever it takes them from getting infected, right?" You softly giggled. "Yeah. they don't look that bad on you tho..." You murmured, reaching out for his hand with your own. You softly smiled, looking down at your hand comparisons.

"It..feels nice to see you again."

"Yeah, i bet. I..missed ya too, doll."

He slowly intertwined his fingers with yours, his rough palm against your softer one. You felt..warm and fuzzy on the inside. He didn't show it but..he did too.

"We've got a lot of catching up to do, toots."

[diaryoftheunidropout]

DAY 54

Today (April 24th 2023) was surely a day I won't remember, except for the scars it's going to leave for the next couple of weeks lol.

My mom came over to my place, we hadn't seen each other in weeks and although we'd been texting every day, we hadn't been calling each other very much.

It started out alright. We just lied in bed and talked about everything and nothing and we laughed and cried and laughed again and cried again. She told me how bad her ED had gotten.

Then I waited for the Heartstopper S2 announcement from Netflix to drop and I was very stressed out but the announcement and little video made me very happy.

Then I lied down again and cuddled with my mom and fell asleep briefly a couple of times, in her arms, although I never usually take naps. I felt so bad though because I kept feeling like my whole body was so heavy and paralyzed, all the while getting sort of spasms/tics in my muscles.

Then my mom asked me what I wanted to eat.

And I said, I don't know, I'm not hungry.

And she asked again. And again, and again. And I kept saying the same thing.

We talked about something else, we sang, we laughed. She fell asleep for a while, too. Then I said I knew what I wanted to eat, it was just pasta with tomato and vegetables and a bit of cheese. And she got out of bed upset saying if I'd told her earlier she could have been making it earlier so she could lie in bed now. And I told her I'd never asked her to make my food but then she complained if she didn't we'd be eating very late. Then I told her nevermind, I don't want to eat that, just open that can of vegetables and that'll be enough. So she got more upset. And I said nevermind I'll do it and then take a shower. She left the kitchen muttering stuff under her breath and got back in bed. I was crying in the kitchen not knowing what to do. So I went to take a shower.

When I got out the shower I started getting her food out the fridge and preparing mine and that's when I realized she was in bed, fast asleep, with earplugs in as if to say "don't even try to talk to me". So I just sat there for a while hoping she was only pretending to sleep and she would open her eyes and see I'd brought food and we'd talk and eat and enjoy our evening like normal families do.

But she never did.

So I got up, sat in the bathroom, and did what I so often do.

She just talked to me, just now, in an annoyed tone she asked "will you ever go to sleep?"

I'm going.

I don't understand.

Why.

Things could have been nice.

Bye.

[multiverse-of-mischief]

im a little late but i want to do some of these anyway so im going to do some past ones here if you don't mind :) (days 1-5)

1 April:

The typical introduction question! Tell us something about yourself. If you can't think of anything, try these: What do you enjoy to do in your free time? What music or series/show do you like? Are you happy with your current living situation/the people you live with? What's one of your favourite foods?

my name is equinox! i like to play pokemon, write stories and draw :D

i LOVE alice in borderland at the moment, i also like those crappy dating shows like too hot to handle lmao

éclairs are one of the best things ive ever eaten and i think i could eat rice all day i love it so much

i do tend to exaggerate things a lot lol, maybe it's something i picked up from people around me or maybe ive just always enjoyed it i don't really know, i'll try and mark it when i do with '[exaggeration]' :)

2 April:

When were you diagnosed and when did you know that you're autistic? If you're self-diagnosed, when did you first suspect that you're autistic and when were you sure?

currently i am in the process of being diagnosed, with an assessment having been done in school (age 16) where i scored very highly, idk what that is but the staff there said it was almost as good as a diagnosis. we started all the referrals and everything when i was about 14. i have a distinct memory of talking with my mum once when i was like 11 and she said "oh yeah we've always thought you were autistic" but she doesn't seem to remember this lol

3 April:

How good or bad is your memory for things people say? For example verbal instructions. If you're deaf: Can you lip read? Do you think your autism influences your ability to lip read?

ajshakdhsk pretty bad- i have really bad auditory memory, i usually need to see something written down to remember it unless i focus really hard and repeat it in my head. this is one reason i use subtitles when watching things lol

4 April:

Were/are you in special education? Regular school? Home schooled? A private school? Did it change over time? Did/do you like it?

i was homeschooled for most of primary school (roughly ages 2-11), mostly because of my poor physical health (i have arthritis and uveitis with glaucoma, arthritis is in remission now though yay :D ). but i was in regular public school for the entirety of high school, which was quite simply awful. i really wish i could have been in some sort of special ed school or even part of the special ed group there but people didn't notice because of my grades. i had shutdowns every day and couldn't focus half the time in lessons bc of people talking, i couldn't talk most of the time, and that made the existing bullying much worse. but i mean, i survived!

5 April:

Did/do you have accommodations at school/IEP? If not, do you think it would help/have helped you?

short answer: im not sure, but not really

i was allowed earplugs but honestly, i think anyone couldve put some in in teachers wouldn't care, i was also able to use a whiteboard to communicate, but again, really anyone could if they needed or wanted to (and half the teachers weren't aware so they'd move on without seeing what i wrote). so those made my time easier but im not sure if they count as accommodations or not, i was ultimately treated the same as every other student and any leeway i did have was because of my good grades, not because i was struggling (which is like really messed up??)

i don't think im aware enough of the support my school could have offered to say whether or not it would've helped but i definitely needed something. actually, i do think it would've helped; they had a support staff (im not sure what their title is sorry) and i feel that definitely would have helped some of my problems there

[fosermi]

SEMI BACK FROM THE DEAD PEOPLE

That's right! I'm back! And I bring to you CHAPTER 3 OF GUARDIAN MACAQUE AU

WHY?! Well because I couldn't sleep well and it's 5 am fuck my headache I give you content!! Fair warning: Macaque is a soft monkey especially to kids AND YOU CAN PRY THIS HC FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS ABDJFKCMCM

Some days, Biming would leave to sell the rice cultivated in their field to the neighbouring village. An oddity, Hóu realised. Why sell to another village? He didn't understand… After all, there were other houses in their village. 

"Hóu?" Ai's soft voice called for the demon. Oddly enough, it wasn't her usual tone that came through her call. 

Immediately detecting the shift from her usual beat, the black monkey jumped down from his position on the plum tree that grew in the back garden of the couple's home. The tree upon which the monkey would spend most of his free time on whenever he could. "You called, Mrs. Ai?" 

"Oh! Yes, dear…" her voice dripped with worry - fear even. In her arms a red cloak, outstretched as if allowing him to take it. "Could you please accompany Biming to the town today…?" Her eyes glimmering under the morning sun with worry, begged the black monkey to take on her request. 

Hóu, with an immediate nod, complied as he gently took the cloak from Ai's grasp. Hesitantly, the black monkey built up enough courage to ask the kind lady, her worry affecting his own. 

"Mrs. Ai… is everything alright…?" His hand reached out to Ai’s in an attempt to comfort her as his eyes locked with hers, taking notes of the high level of worry embedded deep within her honey-brown eyes.

Seeing the concern in Hóu's golden eyes, Ai's tense shoulders fell as she let out a shaky breath. "Ling Fa… he warned us that demons moved in close to the rout Biming takes to the other village…" 

Ling Fa… yes…

He was the family's guardian spirit… it was his duty to protect the family, right? Of course he would warn the kind couple.

By late morning, Biming and Hóu had headed out on the road on the small mule-pulled cart with their cargo safely secured. Ling Fa had stayed behind to ensure Ai's safety as he would not have been much help with manual labor. 

Hóu rode on the back of the cart as his mind drifted off to the thoughts of the strange family guardian. They had previously met a couple of times. Ling Fa wasn't a concerning figure, in fact Hóu believed he was incapable of fighting due to his pacifistic tendencies. 

Throughout the journey, Biming and Hóu held up a small lighthearted conversation, a conversation that seemed to have only lasted a couple of minutes was in fact just two hours. 

Soon the duo were at town close to noon, Hóu couldn't believe how lively everything was! Carts and vendors and buyers were everywhere! If he was being honest, Hóu's entire world seemed to start spinning due to the overload of his senses. 

"Welcome to the market, Hóu!" Biming said with a bright smile as he handed Hóu some earplugs. "They might not completely drown out all the new senses but its something at least… if you ever need a breath at all, then tell me and we can go to a more tame part of the town were we can rest for a bit"

Hóu's reply came in the form of a nod. However, even though his senses are over exerting himself, Hóu knew that he had to allow Biming to sell their crops so they could earn the money needed. So, the black monkey decided to sit right behind the cart after putting on the earplugs, mostly hidden from the front view as she observed how Biming bargained and sold his crops. 

Eventually, daylight started diminishing as the sun was starting to head down the horizon, turning the shy a nice shade that reminded the monkey of orange peaches… something about the sunset seems to have upset the demon and he felt a pang of pain in his chest. 

Upon noticing the sadness embedded on the monkey’s face, Biming decided that it was time to head home. "Hóu, let's go home." Came the familiar voice of the young man that got Hóu moving onto the back of the cart, and once again head off back home. "We should be back home just after sunset" Said Biming in an attempt to comfort his companion, which seemed to have worked somewhat. 

The ride back didn't have many complications, it was a smooth ride back with a few conversations every now and again. Once home, Biming and Hóu carried their goods into the home as they announced their return, only to be greeted by the smell of Ai's amazing cooking as they sat down by the table to eat. 

Biming was telling Ai how well Hóu had taken to the city and how well behaved he was. He kept on flattering the black monkey demon which got Hóu to stutter every now and again when he decided to speak up. Soon enough, it was time to head to bed after it was decided that from then on, Hóu would accompany Biming to the market. 

His days spent here in the small farm house by the valley with Ai and Biming went by faster than he expected. And soon, they would have a new addition to their family in the form of a child between the couple. 

The couple at first didn't know how Hóu would react to children, as throughout Ai's pregnancy, he had done his best to avoid her as much as possible without angering her. He however instead spent his time with Biming learning how to trade and sell as well as bargain and buy goods. 

When their daughter was born, the couple found something they never had expected to see. That night they had awoken to the sound of soft cries coming from the adjacent room that Hóu had offered the baby to stay in with him so he could make sure that their daughter was safe from all harm. Surprisingly, Hóu had also swore it as his duty out of the blue one night before she was even born. 

What surprised them however, was what they saw in the room that night. They had found Hóu gently cradling their small daughter in his arms. Biming most of all was surprised at how Hóu could be so delicate with such a small fragile being and yet possess strength strong enough to carry the entire cart filled with supplies. 

Hóu looked over at the couple with worry laced all very his face. "S-sorry… she won't stop crying… she must be hungry!" It surprised Ai how well he knew how to manage a baby and how he could tell what was wrong. She stood there for a moment as she smiled at the panicked monkey before taking her daughter to feed her in the other room, leaving Biming and Hóu together in the room. 

Biming sat down next to Hóu on the bed who seemed a bit anxious. "Is something the matter Hóu?" Came the concerned question from Biming. 

Hóu's tail flicked anxiously like an irritated cat, he lowered his head and talked in barely a whisper "she's just so small Biming… will she really survive?" 

With a comforting hand on Hóu's shoulder, a smile found its way onto Biming's face "with you worrying about her like this… I know she'll be perfectly fine Hóu…" and with that, Ai came back in, carrying their sleeping daughter in her arms. 

Without a second to lose, Hóu was up on his feet to give the bed to the sleeping baby. But instead, Ai gave him the small bundle of joy with a smile. Something within him clicked that night, and for the first time he remembered something from his past. 

A conversation? 

"Hey, [~~~] why so stiff?" 

"Because! They're so small! So defenseless! How can they survive?!" A chuckle rang out throughout what seemed like a cave as the sound echoed. 

"They're children! Of course, they're small! But hey! They seem to like you!" 

"I… I guess they do…" 

"You know… if you're really worried about them so much why not take care of them?" 

"Don't you already do that?" 

"Well, technically, yes? But what I meant was you could watch over the little ones and make sure they're safe?" 

"... alright, I'll do it!" 

Hóu held the small child close to his chest, a stifled sob escaped him as a few tears flowed down his face and onto the blankets that wrapped around the baby. This concerned the couple as they barely see Hóu cry, in fact. This is only the second time they've seen him cry ever since finding him that fateful day. 

Just before they could react, Hóu faced them. Face stained with tears but his eyes held a strong determination. "No matter what, I'll make sure she becomes big and strong. I swear on my life" 

With his sudden declaration, the couple found a sense of peace and comfort. Ever since then, Hóu had appointed himself their daughter's caretaker and would help Ai and Biming with their daughter in whatever way he could. There had been countless times when Ai or Biming would search for their daughter only to find her asleep on Hóu who had her safely asleep on or under his favorite tree in their garden, sometimes asleep himself. 

Such were the peaceful times, the days he wouldn't have to worry about much except for their family's safety. Nothing could happen to them, he used to think. Not until the incident. 

Golden eyes fluttered open as he heard a faint sound of someone calling out to him. "I'm heading off to work dad!! Text you later!!" Followed by a door slamming shut and a soft ringing of a bell. 

With a sigh, the black monkey sat up and combed through his messy black hair before getting up and heading to the bathroom to freshen up. Mi Hóu looked at the mirror and examined himself only to be taken back to see a human face before remembering that his life with Ai, Biming, and their daughter Chu-Hua had ended a couple of hundred years ago. 

He had remembered everything since that time, and his true name is Liu er Mihóu otherwise known as the Six Eared Macaque. And he remembered that at this current time, he has a son. A son that he had to look out for in a world of hidden demons. But here's the catch, he can't let his son know that he himself is a demon even though he already knows about demons. Which is why he uses a human disguise. 

"Another regular day of work I guess…" he mumbled as he heard the ringing of the bell hung at the door indicating that someone had entered their home, or to be more specific, his clinic. Little did he know that this day would be the end of his daily routine of curing demons and teaching at a dojo. 

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Irresistibly Yours

Chapter 2 - Noise Complaint

Summary - Y/N Y/L/N moves to NYC in hopes for a fresh start after a nasty breakup. There she meets her neighbor, the cynical lawyer, Dean Winchester. A love-hate relationship starts evolving between them ever since they met in the elevator one morning but a desperate situation and a string of lies forces the two friendly rivals to go on a date or rather a fake date. Will sparks fly between them when Dean gets to know Y/N real and up close? Will Y/N finally find her Prince Charming in the grumpy, workaholic, divorce lawyer?

Pairing - Lawyer!Dean Winchester x Y/N

Warning - None expect meanie Dean (Suspicious, isn’t it?)

WC - 2154

Square Filled - Don't put me in this position ( @anyfandomgoesbingo​ )

A/N - I promise the next chapter will have more of Dean and more conflict! This is just the beginning of a very long ride. Enjoy!

Beta’d by @miss-nerd95​

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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The silence in the cab on her way back to her apartment gave her the quality time she needed to think. In a few weeks, Meg was getting married and now, since they knew, Y/N had to show up with her 'boyfriend’. She racked her brain, scrambling to come up with a good excuse because it was all a big lie.

Every time, however, she reached two conclusions - either make a fool of herself and admit that she lied or tell everyone that she broke up and be the one person at the wedding that everyone looks down on with pitiful eyes.

There was a third option, which was risque as hell too, cause Y/N barely knew the man and their first meeting did not go so well, but there was definitely something about him that made her blush every time she thought of him.The way he carried himself and the dominating vibes he gave off, sent shivers down her spine. Maybe he wasn't a morning person and she did start blabbering in the elevator the minute she stepped in. She swallowed hard when she remembered the way her name rolled off his tongue. ‘How did he know?’ She wondered.

As Y/N boarded the elevator, she thought about how, she wanted nothing more than to see a certain green-eyed man again. She had been residing in this complex for almost three months but she had never seen the man before. Maybe he was new here, in this apartment building, who knew? Mind plagued by millions of thoughts, Y/N trudged down the empty hallway to her cosy little home.

“Who invented these fucking heels?” She grumbled as she freed her feet out of the painful, yet pretty high heels when she reached the comfort of her own home. Shrugging her coat off, she relaxed as her ass hit the soft mattress of the couch.

“I need a date in seven weeks.” She said, making a mental note of the wedding date. This was the only wedding she ever looked forward to attending where she knew she wouldn't have to face the constant stream of questions involving her dating life and a particular man. All she ever wanted was to be with her close friend on the best day of her life.

“First dress fitting - tomorrow at 10.” Her phone lit up with an incoming text and groaning, she dropped her head backwards. Y/N couldn't even skip the wedding if she wanted to. She was one of the bridesmaids and it wouldn't be fair to both Meg and Cas, if she didn't attend it. A smile graced her frowning face when she remembered the time Cas proposed to her friend on Valentine's Day. Cliche- Y/N would say, but deep down, she knew she just wanted what Cas and Meg had.

A sigh left her lips as she got up, still in her work clothes. She put on some light music as she went into the bathroom to freshen up. After the long, tiring day she had, a warm bath and a Ryan Gosling movie were very much needed. Quickly stripping off, she stepped into the tub. She leaned her head backwards, closing her eyes, as the warm water soothed her aching body and her troubled mind.

“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone,” Y/N sang along the song, slightly off tune but she didn't care, as she stepped out of the bathroom after some time. She let go of the towel wrapped around her body and stepped into a pair of comfortable pjs. Getting a box cold pizza out from her refrigerator, she turned up the volume of the music playing in her apartment.

“He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring, and said,” Y/N yelled out the chorus when she started to heat up the pizza. Her private singing session, however, was cut short by a sudden knock on the door. She grudgingly pressed pause as she walked up to the door to find out the unwanted visitor.

“Excuse me- Ms L/N?” As soon as she opened the door, she was met by a very familiar, deep baritone that had been haunting her.

“Dean Winchester. And please, call me Y/N,” she breathed out. The formality in Dean’s voice made her cringe. Her eyes fell as she took in the man in front.

Dean had gotten rid of the dapper grey suit and slipped into a much laid back look. A black polo t-shirt fitted over his body and plain blue jeans hugging his bowlegs perfectly. The look on his face mirrored the one from the morning and Y/N wondered if he would look better with a smile on. Her train of thoughts were again rudely interrupted by the man speaking.

“I assume you're having somewhat of a casual evening,” Dean said, his hands waving to point at her pjs, making her suddenly self-conscious of her clothing state.

“Y-yeah. How may I help you?” She asked, genuinely curious.

“See, I moved in the apartment right beside you a few days ago, and I think you might have noticed sometime or the other that there are other people living in this building as well,” Dean said, his face not imparting any sort of emotions, “You might be having a casual evening but I can assure you that there's at least one person who is certainly not. Turn the music level down.”

Y/N’s mouth fell open at Dean’s words but she wasn't going to turn down the volume just because a man turned up at her door, asking her to do so. His words were sharp, but his tone was downright rude, and it was definitely not because he wasn't a morning person. The least he could have done was ask her nicely.

“Well, listen here pal, no one's having a problem, other than you. So you can go back to your room, put on some earplugs and do whatever the heck you were doing before you decided to make my day more awful,” Y/N said, taking a threatening stance with hands on her hips, a deep frown on her face.

“I'll file a noise complaint report against you.” Dean warned with his pointer finger right in front of her eyes.

“It's just music. Learn to appreciate the little things in life.” She said while rolling her eyes.

“I'm a very busy man and I got work to do, alright? And speaking about music, play something actually good like Zeppelin and people will personally come up to thank you. This song is not even a classic.” Dean spat back.

“Believe me or not, everyone is a Swiftie at heart.” She smirked with a sarcastic shrug. Dean’s lips twitched in anger as his face grew more rigid before he said, “If you don't lower the volume, expect a noise complaint report delivered with your newspaper tomorrow.” He walked away before Y/N had a chance to even think of a comeback.

Glancing over his shoulder, Dean went inside his own apartment room right beside Y/N’s. She glared at the empty hallway before swinging her door shut and walked back to her room towards her amazon echo, turning the music down anyway. She couldn't risk getting a report filed against her, and the man appeared to be dead serious about what he threatened to do.

“Stupid Dean Winchester.” She grumbled.

Squinting at the clock, Y/N woke up the next morning to loud bangs on her door. 7:30 am, it read. Removing the covers, she immediately shivered when the cool air hit her bare legs.

Hair still a mess, she grabbed her robe from the nearby chair, putting it on along with her slippers before she warily made her way to the door. “Dean will be complaining now for sure.” She grumbled as she unlocked her door to reveal her friend standing on the other side in a dishevelled state, eyes red like a mad woman.

“Meg?” Her face scrunched up in confusion as the said woman shoved past her into her apartment. “You’re wearing your shirt inside out.” Y/N closed the door behind her as Meg took a seat on the couch.

“Can I have some water?” Y/N dumbfoundedly nodded at her friend’s request and went to her kitchen to retrieve a glassful. Handing the glass over to her, she sat down next to the brunette who gulped down the entire glass of water in one go. Setting the utensil down on the wooden coffee table in front, she turned towards Y/N with slightly glossy eyes as she spoke, “I don’t want to go and finalise the dresses.”

Her words elicited a laugh from Y/N before she said, “Okay, bridezilla, we can reschedule it. Cas should better watch out!” She chuckled out the last words.

“No, y-you don’t understand!” Meg grabbed her friend’s hands, surprising the latter, “I don’t want to try the dress on at all.” Y/N was utterly surprised over her friend's outburst.

“Honey, you have a wedding in less than two months.” Y/N cooed as a few drops of tears rolled down the bride-to-be’s cheeks. “Meg, talk to me. Did something happen between you two?”

The woman shook her head, letting the other lady in the room know that she didn't have to kick Cas’ ass to her relief, but it confused her even further. Since their engagement five months ago, Meg had been over the moon and had started planning every minute detail with high precision and finesse for her big day.

“What if I'm making a huge mistake?”

“Don’t put me in this position. You know how I am when it comes to-”

“But I need to know, and I trust you.”

Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line before she said, “Cas is the best thing that has ever happened to you-”

“You barely even knew me when I started to go out with him. We have only been together for fifteen months - five of which I have spent being engaged to him. What if I regret this later?” Meg's words were correct. Y/N used to barely talk to her when she had started dating Cas, but all through those eighteen months, as she slowly got to know the pair well enough, she knew that they were clearly meant to be in it for the long haul.

“But I have never seen you regret your decision to be with Cas even once… so why start now?.” Y/N politely answered, her hands letting go of her distraught friend's iron-clad grasp and reaching out to soothe her.

“Sometimes even if you have been with your man for what feels like forever, marrying him might seem to be the worst decision you can ever make, but it doesn't matter how long you have been with him. When you know, you know. Follow your heart.” Meg looked up at her as she mulled her words over before speaking.

“I love him.” She said.

“Then go, be with him.” Y/N smiled. Crisis averted.

A smile started to appear on Meg’s tear stained face as her eyes twinkled with a suggestive glimmer in them. Fiddling with her sparkling ring, she said, “Dean’s good for you. Don't let him go.”

Y/N was taken aback by her friend's supposition. She sat up straight in her seat as heat crept up her neck. Her mind was stuck in a turmoil as she tried to come up with an appropriate response.

“He’s not-Dean is not-” She stuttered, the words got stuck in her throat when she tried to think of a decent excuse. Maybe, this was the universe giving her a chance to take back everything she had said before, but the disheartened look on her friend’s face made her rethink her decision. After all, a little white lie never hurt anybody. “Yeah, he is a good man.” Meg smiled as Y/N played her into the deception game once again.

“Will he be at the wedding?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“What are you waiting for? Unless he is a figment of your imagination, ask him! I want to meet this certain Dean Winchester.” Meg giggled.

“I don’t have such vivid imaginations, Meg.” Y/N let out a nervous chuckle. She was now being given an ample amount of opportunities to tell the truth, then why was it so hard for her to deny everything she had said? Maybe she liked living in this utopian world where for once, no one deemed her as the broken, pathetic girl who failed to make a man stay. Maybe deep down, she wanted this damn lie to be true.

“I’ll ask him but you do know how men are about weddings.” She replied, having no knowledge of how to keep her end of the promise.

Chapter 3

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