#kinda rushed

[kyzuri]

— nah, jeff can't accept that someone stole his spotlight in a beauty and best criminal contest

[yuroomii]

Happy meowrail spooky day!

[that-fox-thing]

The celestial family! Wonder what are they playing?

[rinnivin]

you get nothing thing if you — “wait for it wait for it”.

[ikedoll]

think about the gas prices 😕

[catchingdaydreams]

🌌 'We are, all of us, stardust, held together by love...for an instant' 🌌

[axx1s]

quick oc stuff I did to get used to drawing both, might work on more Sebastian stuffs soon

[farfaras]

Part 1.

Maybe if Steve acts casual Robin won’t even notice. She barely pays attention to him when she’s too busy rambling about her love life. Or lack there of. If Steve’s lucky, today is gonna be one of those days.

But Steve’s good luck probably ended the first time he took a look at a demogorgon.

“What is that?” Robin giggled. If she finds this amusing wait until she hears what actually happened.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb. That only worked when I thought you were an actual idiot.” She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah well, I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.” Steve put on his family video vest and clocked in.

“What? I notice things!” Robin exclaimed when Steve made his way to the counter.

“Yeah, when you’re not too busy daydreaming about Vickie.”

“You’re changing the subject!”

“Objection!”

“Stop it!”

Steve sighed. How could you explain your friend sucked your neck to make your another friend jealous when you don’t even like said friend? Tricky.

Ugh. Robin was gonna make fun of him.

“You wouldn’t believe me.” Steve tried. It was a last resort to save himself from the embarrassment.

“Yeah, because I’ve never experienced anything out of the ordinary.” She raised an eyebrow. Steve knew she wouldn’t let it go. “When did you even go on a date, dingus? I don’t remember you telling me about it.”

“I didn’t go on a date.”

“Well then who did that?” She narrowed her eyes. “Ew! Are you in a friends with benefits situation?” She look scandalized and curious at the same time. “Because honestly Steve, I don’t think that’s your thing. I mean even if you try, it wouldn’t work out. You’re like an actual romantic. Wanting a serious relationship, yearning connection and all that shit. It would be cute if you weren’t kinda desperate sometimes.” Okay he had to cut her off if he wanted to keep his ego unbruised.

“Jesus! Okay! You don’t have to say it like I’m some loser who can’t get a girlfriend!” If he needed humbling he knew who to call now though.

“But you kind of are.”

“Do you want to know or not?” Even if he was embarrassed about the whole thing, he couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t hoping Robin would give him some insight. Once she stopped making fun of him. “It was Eddie.”

Her eyes widened in surprise and… excitement? “Holy shit! It finally happened?” What is she talking about now? “I thought I would actually have to wait another year at least for you guys to figure it out.” There’s nothing that makes Steve feel more inadequate than when he doesn’t get what people are talking about. “I mean anyone who’s got eyes could see how much you two liked each other and it’s cute but I was getting tired of the pining..” she trailed off when she saw how silent Steve was. “Why aren’t you as excited as me?”

Pining? Like each other? Did Robin think..? Did Eddie?

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He questioned. His mind was going through every interaction him and Eddie once had. Trying to analyze his own behavior to come up with an explanation as to why someone would think he likes Eddie.

“Oh god. I thought. Did you guys not like… get together?” She was hesitant. It felt like she was trying not to scare a wild animal.

“No.”

“I gotta stop running my mouth like that. I’m sorry.” She looked mortified and it would be funny if this was another situation. “But what? Why would he do that? I’m so lost here, Steve.”

Steve went through backstory first, then he started retelling the events of the other day. Including how he actually enjoyed himself a little. He might as well be a hundred percent transparent, she was his best friend after all.

“Robin, say something.” His best friend being silent was not something he was used to.

“I’m so confused.” She said.

“Me too.” His confusion was starting to fade. The answer right in front of his face.

“So you’re… not together? Even after that?”

“I don’t even like him like that!”

“But you said you liked it!”

“Who wouldn’t!”

“I wouldn’t! Steve, a boy giving me hickeys is one of my worst nightmares.” He knew that. He knew it meant something that he liked it. The question is if he’s ready to face what it means.

“I- I know, okay?”

“Steve, say the word and we’ll stop talking about this.” He loves his best friend. He doesn’t know what he’d do without her.

“No. I think I’m ready.” Steve muttered. Robin smiled gently at him and that was all the encouragement he needed to feel safe enough to say it out loud.

“I like him.”

They hugged.

-

“It kinda sucks that he doesn’t like me back though.”

Robin thunked her head on the counter.

[xullian]

Passive.. my baby boy. I love him so much augh my HEART.

Clutching my pearls for him.

Passive Nightmare and Dream belong to jokublog

Bonus!!

Because i need them to be HAPPY.

[slummaggot]

The hobo dude in a trash can, has nowhere to sleep

An art challenge requested by @miyachelle

The reference pic @miyachelle gave me to draw my fav character in.

[vonne-inc]

product: yandere boss - stolen shirt.

gender neutral reader. masturbation with clothing. typical pervert stuff. (a little bit of) yandere behavior.

the day was quiet— the only sound was the clock ticking on the wall. tick, tick, tick, tick. a small reminder, one all too evident, that you weren't around. not now, at least.

even if your absence was temporary, he couldn't stand it. the growing need to see you was growing, and it was becoming unbearable. the only thing that kept him under control was knowing when you'd be back.

his body grew tense, looking at the ticking clock. five hours, nine minutes, and fifty-three seconds. it was still too long... still too much.

"sir?" his eyes snapped to the voice, his dilated pupils contracting. heels clicked against the floor, and soon, a plastic bag was set on his desk, "your lunch." staring at the bag, a familiar logo stamped on it, he quietly hummed.

as quickly as the substitute assistant came, she left. he paid no mind, focusing on the food. pulling the take-out container, his fingers skillfully opened it as he wafted in the smell. it was nothing expensive, rather cheap from a nearby restaurant. although it was special; a dish you commonly ordered.

ah, right. you.

his eyes flickered back to the clock. five hours, three minutes, and thirty-one seconds. only six minutes passed, "fuck..." he mumbled, the itching feeling growing again. his skin tingled, brows narrowed, and shoulders tensed.

pushing aside his lunch, letting it touch the end of his desk. he pulled his desk drawer out; a black, clean chest is shown into view. with a diligent motion, he grabs the key from his pocket and opens it with eager hands.

a sigh leaves his lips, pupils dilating once more as he spots the items inside. clothing, candid photos, perfumes, etcetera. all of it being yours. things to keep him managing whenever you're not around.

picking up one of the shirts he'd collected, unzipping it from its ziploc bag, he carefully takes the cloth and inhales your smell. it smelt just like you; your natural musk mixed with perfume.

the more he breathed in, his pants tightened as it showed his evident arousal. his legs spread wider, cock twitching, as his mind began to wander.

what would you do if you found him like this? force him to his knees and degrade him as he shows you how sorry he is? worshipping your sex with his mouth as he pleas for forgiveness.

would you let him bend you over his desk, fucking you with primal need? him whispering each perverted fantasy he's had of you; his assistant. praising you as he rips an orgasm from you repeatedly.

without thinking about it, his hands drag down his buttons shirt and toward his black pants. working at his belt, it falls loose as he slides his pants down— enough to free his cock.

the tip red, leaking with precum already, he begins to trace the veins of his length. his head throws back, eyes snapping shut as he continues. the stolen shirt had fallen from his grasp and hung on his lap, the smell still reaching his senses.

he reaches for it again, grasping it in his hand, while bucking his hip into the fabric. the loud groan resounded throughout his office. the act of your clothing being wrapped around his cock was enough to get him a needy mess.

his hand begins to stroke the cloth along his shaft, meeting the tip as it soaked in the precum forming. hips bucking up, digits balling into a fist around himself, he couldn't resist fucking into the shirt.

all he could imagine was what you'd look like with his cock thrusting inside of you. the way your face would contort, how your moans and gasps would sound, how stunning you would look riding him with his cum soaking your stomach and chest.

at that thought, he could feel the coil tightening. his grunts grew louder, eyes rolling into his skull. his thrusts became more erratic whilst his office chair squeaked underneath him.

ropes of white shot from his slit, soaking into the shirt and coating the end of his desk. cum hit his clothes, and he choked back a sob at the relief.

once he calmed down, he stared at the shirt in his grip that was still wrapped around his cock. before he thought about another perverted fantasy and become hard, he grabbed the ziploc and secured it back into the chest as he closed the drawer.

and while those hours without you were still unbearable, all that surrounded his thoughts was how much he couldn't wait to leave his newfound gift at your doorstep. he just knows that you'll be surprised to see your favorite shirt covered in his cum.

[queenoforeos]

hey guys do you like it

[disneyprincemuke]

it’s when we’re in a crowded room

alternatively: the little ways they show each other affection when they’re in a public function

in which they’ve got their own little ways to communicate their feelings for one another while they’re under watch of the crowd that’s not supposed to know of their relationship

(series masterlist)

-> fia thursday press conference, bahrain, 2023

she frowns, walking into the press conference room. it’s good that she’s got the time slot to be in the same interview with logan, but it suddenly doesn’t look all fun when she sees that lance has already taken the spot next to logan.

perhaps logan had a point when he told her to arrive earlier. or simply just arrive with him at that point.

“hello,” lance greets her, tapping the empty spot next to him. “you’re early.”

“of course. it’s my first media day of my career,” she beams.

“hey,” logan simply says to her, sparing her a generous smile before resuming his conversation with lance.

she sighs, dejectedly dragging her feet against the floor to the empty spot next to lance. she looks down, taking the mic into her hands and a placement card with her name on it.

then she notices a small flower, a lonesome white flower, as if it’d been picked up off the floor just by the paddocks. it’s taped to the cue card, with a familiar smiley face drawn on the bottom left corner of the card.

she smiles to herself and happy takes the empty spot next to lance. she moves her head past lance and lifts up the card to show logan that she acknowledges his little gesture.

logan glances at the card, then at her and flashes her a smile.

she spends the entire press conference admiring that small white flower. when she goes back to her driver’s room that evening, she presses the flower between the pages of her diary to bring back home to the uk in mint condition.

-> photography studio, bahrain, 2023

“alright, (y/n), you’re up.”

she shakes her arms, jumping in her spot. she turns to oscar. “how do i look?”

“great,” oscar answers simply. he reaches out to fix her hair. “although… okay, perfect!”

“nice.” she turns on her heel, lifting her eyes to meet logan’s, who’s stepping off the designated area where the cameras are pointed at.

“good luck,” logan grins. as he walks past her, one of his hands taps her shoulder, then gives her a light squeeze. “coffee?”

her shoulder goes numb, that one touch from logan reminding her how much she’s missed the sensation of him all day. she feels her stomach churn, though she’s unsure if it’s caused by the cameras or it’s just the effect he’s still got on her.

“if you’re getting coffee, then sure!” she smiles, stepping behind the camera. “do i look good? cunty graphics for the fans?”

“cunty graphics even without the camera and lights,” logan grins at her, holding up two thumbs up. “i’ll be back with coffee.”

she shakes her shoulders, trying to rid herself of the nerves. but her laughter and smiles are genuine that afternoon, with the thought of kicking off her shoes and laying back with her boyfriend that evening.

she glowed even brighter when logan came back into the room with her coffee in hand.

-> martin’s grid walk, suzuka, 2023

“here we have one half of the history maker this season, it’s (y/n)!”

she steps back in shock, not expecting for a mic to be held up to her face when she stepped out of the pitlane onto the grid for the race build up.

“hey!” she smiles. “i was wondering if i’d see you at all today.”

“oh, thanks for stopping by!”

she nods, clasping her hands behind her back as martin starts to ask her something. her mind quickly becomes clouded when she catches a whiff of a familiar cologne.

“excuse me.” logan says lowly, one hand on her back and the other on her shoulder as he tries to manoeuvre his way around her. it’s not an easy feat: walking out of the pitlane to get where you need to be.

“sorry,” she smiles, taking a step forward to let logan pass.

he scrunches his nose at her as he passes, his fingers chasing her skin. before the hand on her back disappears, she bites down on her bottom lip when he manages to catch the skin on her waist between his fingers.

the blush on her face stays prominent for the rest of her time with martin before she joins him at the end of the grid for the opening ceremony.

-> fia thursday press conference, monaco, 2023

she’s early today, surprisingly. perhaps sebastian was right when he urged her to leave immediately after their team meeting.

she scans the mic in her hand, turning it around over and over as if a new detail would show itself the longer she stares at it.

“hey. you’re early.” she looks up, smiling when she meets logan’s bright green eyes. he moves the mic from the spot next to her and takes a seat. “team meeting went great?”

“i don’t have much to say anyway,” she shrugs with a smile. she crosses her legs and turns slightly towards him. “you think oscar’s coming early so we can sit together today?”

“hopefully,” logan smiles. he turns slightly towards her, one arm hugging the back of the couch while he turns his head to look at her completely.

she glances at his arm placement. it’s crazy, but she can practically feel his arm around her when he places it behind her like that.

she cannot hide the smile on her face for the rest of the interview, and logan doesn’t remove his arm from the back of the couch until they have to leave.

it raises eyebrows, but not enough for them to receive any questions regarding their close friendship to the naked eye.

-> nightclub, singapore, 2023

“yeah, i can tell people i’ve been on the podium, baby!” she shrieks, raising her arm in the air with a shot in her arm. “congrats to carlos too, for being the only one to beat max this season!”

“hey,” logan mutters with a smile, tapping her shoulder. “don’t stand on the seat — you’ll fall down.”

“oh, okay.” she nods, holding onto logan’s shoulder as she carefully steps off the seat she’s stood on. meanwhile, he’s got a hand protectively on her waist in case she falls.

“here, drink some water,” logan smiles, taking the full shot out of her hand and replacing it with a bigger glass, now filled with s different liquid.

she watches hopelessly as logan puts the shot away on the table, deeming in undrinkable now that it’s left her hand. “aw, but babe… that was a soju shot!”

“i’ll get you another one as soon as you finish this cup of water, okay?” logan smiles, lifting the cup to her lips. “hydration first, remember? you don’t want a hangover tomorrow. we’ve got a date.”

“oh yeah!” she giggles, scrunching her nose.

he never gets her that extra soju shot like he said he would, but she does make it back into his hotel room in one piece. and then they enjoy their date out and about in singapore the next afternoon without hangovers and vomit.

-> fp1, red flag, las vegas, 2023

she sits in her garage, arms folded over her chest as she hopelessly sits in her beanbag. she’d dragged it out of her driver’s room all the way here after sebastian had told her that the night has yet to come to an end.

the fia decided to keep everyone here to finish up with the first evening of practice while they fixed the manhole cover that came out.

“hey, you got a minute?”

she turns her head, smiling at logan who’s standing outside her garage. “hi!” she feels a surge of energy as she jogs over to where he is. “what are you doing here?”

“missed you,” logan whispers, leaning on the wall as she comes to a stop. “and, it’s kinda cold tonight. i was in my driver’s room and i saw you left your beanie.”

he presents her with the familiar black beanie, pressing his lips into a thin line. “keep warm. you don’t want to get sick in this weather.”

“of course,” she giggles, letting logan pull the beanie down her head. “thanks. sleepover in my room tonight?”

“absolutely. i’ll head there right after this is all over,” logan mutters. “you wanna grab some hot chocolate in the paddocks? oscar says they’re good.”

“it’s a date.”

together, they walk the paddocks in pursuit for some hot chocolate and comforting marshmallows to go with it. the night might have ended later than they hoped for, and she’s typically tucked in by 2, but time seemed to fly by when he was right next to her.

taglist: @myxticmoon

[rinnivin]

me and gang on our way to start a revolution (2024 edition)

flat color + no filter ver.

[jttw-m0nkehs1mp]

Childhood Sillies

In which you reminisce the days of your youth. Innocent, playful and full of joy. And the occasional monkey that popped in once in a while...

Gn reader x Destined One from Black Myth Wukong

Trope: Fluff, slight angst

Warnings: None

Author's note: Was scanning through my gallery when I found an old video that I saved of someone who told about how they were younger and were catching fish in a pond. There was another child, a boy, who then bashfully caught all the fish he could and gave it to them. Ig u can see where this is going... Also, the story is set right before DO starts his journey.

The ending could be a bit rushed, I completed this at night and I am pretty tired rn. Grammar and spelling mistakes will be found too, English is nit my first language so pls be nice🙏

The evening breeze was nice and cool, a much needed refreshment after a long hot summer day. You were nestled under a large tree, it's shadow turned in the opposite direction of the sun as the bright ball of fire crept ever closer to kiss the distant horizon.

The grass felt soft under your fingertips and your nose picked up the scent of dusk. The very smell that you carried close to your heart, for it never failed to bring you back to simpler times, where your hands were smaller and your innocence much bigger.

You smiled as the warm thoughts cascaded through your mind once more and your gaze swept to the mountain not far from your humble abode.

Your family settled on this rich piece of land a few generations back and with time, became quite close to the locals of Mount Huaguo. The sound of the monkeys as they chattered and played about had become a constant part of your life. Not a day goes by without atleast one monkey that came to visit you.

Sometimes it would be a baby, small, curious and playful. Other times it would be an elder that bought calmness, wisdom and peace. The residents of Huaguo were diverse, with full monkeys to humanoid simians. All of them were smart and strong and very dear to you.

But there was one particular monkey that was exceptionally special. Ever since the first day you were both officially introduced, you knew you would like him.

He was quite shy at first, never uttered a word, yet despite his silent demeanor, his eyes held intelligence and understanding of everything around him. Ever sharp, ever observant and soon you learnt that no words were needed to communicate with him if you knew where to look.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as your eyes drifted from the green strung peak to rest once more on the distant horizon. You heard that said dear friend of yours would leave. To where, you didn't know. You offered to join him but you were quickly shut down and told that it was a journey for him alone and that it would be extremely dangerous.

After that exchange with the elder of the mountain, your heart could not help but wrench with worry for your sweet boy. Sure, he may have grown to a man, with strength that well preceeded your own, but he was still the shy little boy you met so many years ago...

————

The air was humid as you dawdled around on the forest floor. With it's bright rays, the sun did not bother to give you any mercy today. Your hands rubbed at your face, which only caused you to feel the wetness of sweat between your fingers.

Not too long ago, you finally won the battle with your mother to let you play on the mountain. With the promise that you would clean your room before you left of course.

She did not see your fingers crossed behind your back though, nor how you climbed out of the window in your room, just to stumble back outside.

Your home was quite small, with no stairs that led to a second story or anything. The true problem was that once you landed outside of your window, you were covered in dirt. Not that you minded, it was just that your mother would have a heart attack.

With a small huff, you dusted yourself off, but it was no use for your dirty hands just smeared the mud around. Once you finished 'fixing' yourself, you then turned to the forest before you and your little eyes shone with childish glee.

And that is how little you started your new adventure. Your small legs carried you as fast as they could as you scampered to the shaded trees that rested on the ancient summit.

A few hours had passed since then and you had grown quite tired of playing around in the leaves or having failed attempts of catching your shadow. It was lonely without your fellow monkey friends, your mind confused as to where they were.

Were they playing hide and seek? They did so before...

You shook your head. No, they would have came out by now.

Your eyes scanned the trees. The birds were filled with song, but there was no monkey in sight.

Out of nerves, your little fingers started to toy with the fabric of your sleeves, your gaze now more worried. Did a monster come and ate them all..?

Tears pricked your eyes once you realized you were all alone. Would the monster find you and eat you too?

Just as you were about to run back home, your ears picked up the faintest sound. Laughter. In fact, the laughter sounded quite familiar too.

It was one of your friends!

You quickly dried the tears on your face and sprinted to where you heard it from. It was quite the distance away, which left you out of breath by the time you arrived.

You huffed against a tree, your form even more sweaty than before. When you finally caught your breath you looked up and gasped.

The sheer amount of closeness of Mt Huaguo surprised you, you had to crane your neck up, up, up to see the very tip. You were never this deep in the forest, and the dense shrubbery faded away into a clearing in front of you.

From the top of the mountain, you could see a waterfall and various rocky ledges placed on different levels of height. Each ledge had a pool of water, which also fell down in smaller streams that soon led down to where you were. All of the watery amounts that came down formed a large reservoir of cool fresh water. A stream was also present, as it led downwards on the opposite side of the mountain, which undoubtedly created another series of waterfalls as well.

A multitude of monkeys surrounded the water sources, with the most of them being submerged in the water whilst the rest sat under the shaded trees the forest provided.

More laughter stole your attention and you saw your friends busy with trying to make one another more wet. They chased one another in circles with the smaller ones latched onto the tails of the bigger children.

A smile broke out on your face and with a little squeal, you bounded towards them.

From tag, to diving competitions, to climbing trees, to even attempting to make the adults wet, you did it all. The dirt from your body had long washed away with the stream. Your friends teased you and compared you to a wet rag with your soggy clothes. You retorded by pointing out that they looked no better with their fur that stuck out in all odd angles.

The argument soon turned to a challenge and you found yourself scouring the cool waters for fish. Whoever got the most fish would be crowned winner and get bragging rights for the next whole week. An entire week! There was no possible way you could ever pass that up.

With a water pouch in hand, your eyes scanned the waters.

There!

You lunged and consequently made large splashes and ripples in the pool around you, but even with such a powerful move, your hands came out empty. This was not the first time you received such unfruitful results.

A sigh escaped your lips and you turned to your companions to see if they were in the same predicament as you. Much to your dismay though, most of them were skilled in the art of capturing fish and they were leaving you behind in the ranks.

You huffed. This was no longer all that fun..

Just as you were about to mope further, a soft tap on your shoulder stripped you from your daze. With a quick turn to the source, you found a little boy no older than you. He was obviously not human, with his fuzzy face and little tail that clung to his leg.

You recognized him. He was a bit distant from the rest. Occasionally he would join in to play, but those times were quite rare. You mostly spotted him from the sidelines and for some reason his gaze was always on you. When you caught him in the action though, he would always hide behind something, whether it be an older monkey or a tree.

He was an odd guy, but he seemed nice.

And now he stood before you, his arm outstretched as his hand held a leather pouch for you to take. His eyes were to the side and you swore you could see red under his fur covered cheeks.

You took the bag from his hands and opened it. It was filled with water and fish. Lots and lots of fish. You let out a little gasp and looked up again. The boy's gaze was still away from you and his fingers toyed with the loose threads on his clothes.

"Why would you-?" You couldn't even finish your sentence when one of your friends spotted you and called you out for cheating.

You weren't even mad, instead you laughed, giddy and joyful. The competition no longer felt all that important to you, not with the boy that stood in front of you. He caught all this fish not for him, but for you and it made you feel special inside.

With more giggles that slipped from your mouth, you turned to look at the boy in front of you again, a big grin in your face. He returned your stare with wide starry eyes and mouth slightly parted.

You may not have won the competition that day, but it was fine. You got something far more special.

————

The sun had just dissapeared from the sky, but it's light was still ever present. It painted the clouds in soft warm hues and bathed the world in a warm golden glow, a goodbye to the day, but a promise for tomorrow.

Your eyes drifted to the pond near your family home where a bunch of fish swam. You remembered how you placed them there all those years ago and started a whole new fishy empire.

The crunch of footsteps mase a soft smile on your lips when you spotted a familiar monkey in the distance. He was always silent, but after many scares and spooks, he made sure you heard him coming. Most of the time.

"Good afternoon, Destined One." You teased which caused him to let out a small huff when he finally sat down next to you. The man never uttered a word the day you met him, and that streak was still present, even when he grew into an adult.

It showed you that sometimes, no words were needed, and that silence could be one of the best conversations to have.

You looked to the sky where the stars started to appear. "So tomorrow you will leave, right?" You asked, but you knew the answer. His gaze turned to the side and he started to fiddle with the grass below his fingers. A clear sign that you were right. More moments of silence passed before you opened your mouth once more.

"Isn't there a celebration for you back on the mountain? Shouldn't you be there?" You asked again. From what you heard, there was lots of food and drinks to share. You were invited, of course, but politely declined.

You made the excuse that you were quite tired and did not have any energy to stay up late. It was a lie though. You just didn't want to wish your friend goodbye in hopes that he would stay here. With you.

Yet here he was and now a goodbye was inevitable. You were worried for him, worried for his safety. Many before him went on this quest and none returned. Your mind could not help but wonder if he would never come back too.

Something brushed against you and you soon realized that it was the tail of your dear friend. You turned to his face and he looked at you with those eyes of his once more. They always shone so brightly when they rested on you. The spark never faded ever since you met, and dare you say it, it might have even grown brighter through the years.

You could never pinpoint what it was, but now that the time of your parting approached ever closer, you started to realize what it could possibly mean. And you knew that your own eyes reflected such warmth too.

His face told you everything you needed to know. He would rather spend time with you than dance and drink the distress for the future away. He wanted his last moments on Mount Huaguo to be with you in which you happily obliged.

The both of you spent the night away with idle chatter in each other's arms. Even when the evening breeze turned cold, you never felt more warm and safe.

Time flew by so quickly and before you knew it, the sun greeted the lands once more.

Once the last star left the sky, so did your shy monkey boy too. But not without a soft kiss and a sweet promise for a brighter future.

End note: eh, ain't sure about this one chief

[xkwhwhwhah]

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