#mk ☁️

[sun-kissy]

reading this after sotr and omg. god damn i love angst 😭😭 haymitch my baby i love you

Wish You Were Sober

Haymitch x gn!reader

WC: 1k

CW: booze, addiction, Haymitch is drunk (what else is new), a little fluff at the beginning, ANGSTY ENDING

Summary: We can't always get what we want

Day 15 of mk's mad dash

“I thought I’d find you here.”

Haymitch gives you a half smile, “You always know how to find me.”

“Or you’re just really predictable,” you tease, joining your blonde friend in the swaying long grass. It’s late and dark, but you’ve been here enough times that you could walk around blindly. 

“I think you’re just obsessed with me,” he says with a smirk. 

You shove Haymitch’s head gently, “You wish I was, you freak. God, so full of yourself.”

“But you love me.”

He tries to sound confident, but you can hear a hint of uncertainty in his tone nonetheless. It’s something you’ve always noticed about Haymitch- how even when he acts like he’s the most confident guy in the room, it’s only that- an act. It’s a mask that hides the insecurity buried underneath, brought about by an absent father and a tired mother pulled in one too many directions to be attentive. 

“You know I do…” you pause, “love you, I mean.”

There’s no cocky answer this time from the boy beside you. Suddenly, the air feels a lot heavier. The burden of what’s to come tomorrow- the reaping for the second Quarter Quell- weighs upon both of you like a boulder. This Quell’s twist? Double the number of tributes. The odds really weren’t in either of your favors. 

“I’m not making it out unscathed tomorrow,” Haymitch suddenly says quietly.

“Don’t say that,” you protest, tears already welling in your eyes, “You don’t know that. There’s tons of kids that could be reaped instead of you.”

The blonde looks at you so somberly, more serious than you’ve ever seen him before, “I just have this gut feeling, okay? I just know.”

Haymitch’s gut instincts are rarely wrong, so your tears begin to fall.

You rest your head on his shoulder, “Please be wrong. For once, please be wrong.”

As you cry into his shoulder, you feel your friend’s arm wrap around you and pull you into him closer. He rubs a comforting, circular pattern up and down your side and you take some deep breaths.

His hand stills, “Can you- can you do something for me?”

You look up at him softly.

“Will you kiss me?”

You’re a little dumbfounded, and the smirk that plays across his lips tells you he knows it too. 

“Can’t always get what we want,” you tease with a watery chuckle. 

But of course you can’t actually say no to Haymitch, so when he gently cups your jaw and pulls your lips to his, you don’t resist.

You open your eyes and stare out at the empty field stretching miles before you. You’re completely and utterly alone. Haymitch- your Haymitch- isn’t next to you or holding you or kissing you. That memory feels so faint and distant now, almost as if it never happened. But you know it did, and you hold it close to you dearly. It’s the only bit of hope you have left to cling onto. 

You’ve been gone long enough, and you know it’s time to return back to the village, as much as you don’t want to. So desperately you want to just go back home and crawl into your bed, returning to the peace of your beautiful dreams, but you know you can’t. You have things to do and a life to live- one that you can’t let pass by just because you favor your memories. 

The walk to the Victor’s Village is brisk and basically muscle memory at this point. You don’t bother knocking on Haymitch’s door because you know it’s already unlocked. He doesn’t bother with locks because, “who’d bother trying to attack a victor besides a peacekeeper?”

You slip your shoes off at the door out of habit, but it’s not like it really matters with how filthy the floors have become anyways. 

“Haymitch,” you yell out, shutting the door firmly, “where are you?”

You’re met with silence, as usual, so you make your way into the kitchen. He’s right where you’d left him yesterday, collapsed at the wooden table, asleep, open bottle of whiskey near his hand. You know better than to shake him awake because he will instinctually try and attack you, so you go over to the stove and bang together two pots. 

This does the trick and Haymitch jolts up, a stream of curses leaving his mouth. 

When he adjusts to consciousness, he looks over and glares at you, “what the hell was that for?”

You cross your arms and lean back against the stove, “You were out like a light Haymitch, and I’d rather keep my head, so banging around some pots was the best answer.”

“Could’ve just let me sleep, sweetheart,” he spits bitterly. 

You scoff, “Haymitch, it’s one in the afternoon, you need to get off your ass.”

“God you are such a nagger. You make up tenfold for all the years my parents neglected me.”

“Sorry I’m the only one who has stuck around to take care of you.”

Haymitch gets up and stalks towards you. He stands so close that you can smell the booze on his breath, “That’s cause fucking Snow killed everyone else, in case you forgot.”

“Not all your friends and neighbors, Haymitch. You pushed them away all by yourself.”

“You want a fucking trophy or something? Congratulations, you’ve wasted your life looking after a piece of shit, hopeless case who doesn’t give a fuck about you most of the time because he’s too drunk to care. Well done.”

Tears spring to your eyes at his confession. You already knew it, but to hear it out loud? It kills. 

Haymitch doesn’t love you anymore. 

What the fuck had you done with your life?

“You know what I want, Haymitch? I just want you to be happy. My biggest wish? I wish you were sober.”

Your lifelong best friend and the love of your life stands before you, suddenly looking more sober than you’ve seen him in a long time. 

“But I guess we can’t always get what we want.”

[sun-kissy]

🎁🎀 You have been selected to play the exclusive get to know your moots game! Name the top 3 most memorable experiences that have happened this year, and paste this into 5 other blog's to spread the love! 🎁🎀

thank you brooke and @msmk11 for sending me this! 🫶

1. going to the eras tour! i've always loved taylor so it really was a dream come true, especially because i got to go with my best friend <33

2. visiting america during my holidays, it was a really cool vacay and honestly such a culture shock 😭 had so much fun though!

3. getting tumblr! writing and making friends on here makes me really happy :)

[monkiekidtwt]

[dumb-doodles-hq]

Dumb asses in my dash/pos

Dumbasses in the streets /aff

[sun-kissy]

thank you for the tag @msmk11 <3

from my ‘on repeat’ playlist 😪

no pressure tags🤎🏷️: @we-were-born-to-be-free @my-castles-crumbling @jupiterssaid @hunterswithcell-phones

eeee thank u for the tag angel! @cxrrodedcoffin

didn’t know which playlist so i chose my “on repeat” list :)

tags! @pretty-little-mind33 @criminalskies @egdropsoop @amiableness @mischievousmoony @scaramutual and anyone else who wants to join in :)

[porcalinecunt]

there’s no fics for kung jin here im gonna fucking sob

[newdleboy]

ALRIGHT YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS: let's talk about mk and macaque!

mk's relationship with macaque is,,, complicated. especially earlier on. in the beginning, mk did look up to macaque - before he knew that macaque was using him to take his power and defeat swk. he did wonder about macaque after that encounter briefly, but ultimately put the mystic monkey out of his mind - there was too much else going on for him to stay focused on him for too long. his opinion on macaque changed a few times - with the insistence that mk was his student and mk actually learning something from him with every encounter, despite the way that macaque taught ( ahaha trauma ). once he actually helped mk with regaining some of his power ( never mind the fact that mk didn't pick up on the fact that macaque was indeed helping in the winning side ) , mk knew there was something up and ultimately wanted to see if he could get through him somehow! mk believes in macaque, that he can be better, even if he doesn't actually KNOW what happened between him and monkey king. he trusts macaque and knows that the monkey has changed from when they first met, and even though that trust may not be 100%, it's enough that mk can accept that macaque is another mentor to him! and also a little bit of a therapist, but don't tell mk that.

[arttrampbelle]

All My mortal kombat self ship tags so far:

💙🦋 sapphire sapphic 🦋💙 : kitana self ship (au)

💙⚡thunder's devotion ⚡💙 : raiden self ship (au)

💛🏵burning chrysanthemums🏵💛 : hanzo hasashi/scorpion self ship,THE ONLY SCORPION MIND YOU!!!,srry bout that (au)

💙❄melted hearts❄💙 : kuai liang sub zero self ship (au)

💖🌸lotus blossoms🌸💖 : kung lao self ship (au and the og self ship)

❤🐉the dragon's perch🐉❤ : shang tsung self ship,old man specifically (main self ship)

💚heart and soul🐍 : shang tsung self ship,general self ship tag (main self ship,but just the general overall self ship tag for my main self ship)

❤🔥dragon's heart🔥❤ : liu kang self ship (au)

💖💋⭐caged hearts⭐💋💖 : johnny cage self ship (au)

❤💀konquerors konsort💀❤ : shao kahn self ship (au)

💙☁️silver skies☁️💙 :fujin self ship (au)

🐺☁️a wolf's soul☁️🐺 : grey cloud/nightwolf self ship (au)

💜🔮silver tresses🔮💜 : sindel self ship (au)

💜💜purple hearts💜💜 : jax self ship (au)

💜👑hedonic desires👑💜 : rain self ship (au)

🧡🔥all hail the queen🔥🧡 : sheeva self ship (au)

That's all my self ships for now.

Note: *Most are aus/what ifs/and alt self shipping. cept for the shang tsung tags. As shang tsung is my main mk self ship*

[1204love]

hi cutie i wanna hear more thoughts about &team, you can talk about whoever and whatever!

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hi ☁️ anon im sorry i took so long to answer this but i'll just drop some small little nsfw thoughts about all members (except mk) i dont know if you meant for it to be nsfw or sfw but i'll go with the former!

euijoo

waking him up with blowjobs would be utterly domestic for some reason. hearing his breathing get quicker and shallower, light snores turning into whines. he'd grab onto either your hair or the sheets when he wakes up feeling the warmth around his hard cock, groaning at the sight of the unshed tears in your eyes, moaning as you take him deeper into your mouth.

fuma

wall sex. depending on his mood, he'd either fuck you against the wall, your back to his chest and hold your body close to his so that he can press kisses to your neck and shoulders. he'd also lift you up against the wall, displaying his insane ability to hold you up while fucking oh so deep inside of you, hitting your sweet spot every single time.

k

shower sex. on days where his stress levels are high or when he just wants a quick and easy fuck, he'd drag you into the shower with him and quickly prep you for his cock. two fingers turn to three, his other free hand roaming around your body, tweaking at your nipples and rubbing your clit. he'd bottom out almost instantly, barely waiting for your cue to start moving before he pounds into you, satisfaction blooming in his chest hearing your moans reverberate through the toilet.

nicholas

mirror sex. he's freaky and you like it. he'd get you to you ride his cock reverse cowgirl and make you watch yourself unravel from the pleasure. his dirty talk paired with the imagery of his cock stretching your cute little pussy, you'd be cumming in no time. he would even try out different sex positions so that he'd be able to see every expression and sound you make for himself.

yuma

he'd spend the whole day eating you out if he could. being a huge lover of foreplay, fingering and eating you out would be his greatest pleasure as he knows you can't resist his skillful tongue and fingers hitting all the right spots inside of you. be it whether you're on your back, on all fours or sitting on his face, he'd eat you out as if he's been starving for months, his lips glistening with your juices.

jo

the good old missionary would be perfect with him. intense eye contact, hand holding, whispers of praise while he fucks you deep and slow. making love would be his top priority as he wants you to feel good every time you have sex. on days where he is a little more desperate, his thrusts may turn rough and erratic, however there's still so much care and affection in the he fucks into you and holds you closely to him.

harua

wearing an adorable white lingerie set while he's getting pegged doggy style. he would get all dolled up for you, full face of makeup, your favourite lingerie of his and a bunny tail butt plug to keep himself filled during the day before you fuck him with your strap. high pitched whines accompanied with the constant tremble of his body, he'd beg unabashedly for you to breed him and fuck him full of your (fake) cum before plugging him up again.

taki

on certain days, he'd prefer mutual masturbation as its easier to clean up and both of you are able to get each other off without penetration. your hands on his cock, his fingers rubbing your clit, both reaching an orgasm simultaneously. he would get overwhelmed so easily from how good your hands feel on his cock, his own fingers shaking inside of you, hitting your sweet spot every few thrusts.

[dadzawa-abc]

☁️ Random Media recommendations ☁️

🍼 Agere Edition 🍼

╰┈─➤ 🌕 These recommendations will also have age range recommendation with them! However: we believe that any little of any little age range can watch whatever they wish to (even if the media itself might be directed to an older audience, etc) the age range is just there for what I think age regressors may enjoy in that range / or what they might want to check out — 🎀

1)) LEGO MONKIE KID.

. Little age recommendation . ( 6-10+ )

. about . "Monkie Kid, also known as MK, a young teenager who leads a normal life as a noodle delivery boy until he is chosen for a legendary quest" -Via google.

. Why I personally recommend it . A very supportive and welcomed community. The show can be for both adults and kids to enjoy without the unnecessary adult themes such as cussing, heavy violence and inappropriate material. The community is also very LGBTQ+ friendly (by the artists, and even some of the voice actors) such as MK having "he/they" pronouns — the main voice actor acknowledging (and very welcoming) a popular MLM ship of the character they VA.

. where to watch . Amazon prime video and HappyKids (Amazon prime as far to my knowledge has all 4 seasons. HappyKids only have 3-4 seasons available for free there)

2)) OK KO! (let's be heros)

. Little age recommendation . ( 0-2 / 0-5 )

. About . "In the future year 201X, naive youngster K.O. aspires to be a superhero in a video game-inspired world set in Lakewood Plaza. Him and his friends go on adventures while also foiling their enemy (and Villian) Boxman and his henchmen' plans"

. Why I personally recommend it . Majority of our littles watch this show, especially our littles who regress a very young age. They enjoy it, and it's very kid friendly. Another friendly community with the main two Villians who's a canon MLM married couple

. Where to watch . Prime video and Hulu

3)) Craig of the Creek

. Little age recommendation . ( 4-12+ )

. About . "Following the adventures of Craig Williams and his two friends, Kelsey Pokoly and John Paul `JP' Mercer, as they explore the untamed wilderness of the Creek, which is dominated by tribes of children." -Via google

. Why I personally recommend it . The show just sits right with me. All of our littles (and even caregivers) enjoy this show. Never bored of the show's episodes and it keeps me entertained everytime I watch it. Once again, a very friendly community. The show isn't afraid to show off that some of their characters are LGBTQ+ (mostly consistent of non-binary characters and Gay characters)

. Where to watch . Prime video, Hulu, Disney+, Max, Cartoon network

🎀 — please let me know if you'd like a part 2 (or) would like to see more of this. I'm happy to recommend shows, songs, media, etc. Just ask!

[sun-kissy]

If you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to. then send this ask to 10 people in your notifications ❤️

i will never tire of doing these! thank you mk ily 🫶

the archer — taylor swift

fine line — harry styles

rock with you — michael jackson

risk — gracie abrams

you’re only human (second wind) — billy joel

[monkiekidtwt]

[sun-kissy]

so cute and comforting omg 😭😭😭 i love the last line sm 🥹💗

Everything to Everyone

James Potter x fem!reader

WC: tbh I don’t know, I just raw-dogged this in the app

CW: ANGST, HURT-COMFORT, panic attack, r is very sad and doesn’t take care of herself

Summary: you can’t keep doing this

A/n: Don’t know what this is; might be garbage; but this is just a reflection of my brain and my desperate need for someone like to james to comfort me rn; I need to be someone’s everything 😭

<>

It’s all too much, trying to be everything for everyone all of the time. It consumes you- the need to help others, to serve them in any way possible. To be their shoulder to cry on. The arms to hold them. The voice cheering them on. The hands to build them castles in the sky.

Perhaps it’s founded in your insatiable hunger to be well-liked, loved even.

Maybe it’s rooted in your fear that everyone will leave you, and that maybe maybe, if you try hard enough, they won’t.

Regardless of its cause, your involuntary obligation to others has pushed you to the edge, leaving you broken and exhausted. You want to cry out for help, for someone to notice, but they don’t. It’s not their fault. You know it isn’t. They can’t read your mind for goodness sake. But still, you wish they’d notice. To stop and think about you for a moment.

Today is no different, your list of promises to others longer than the one to yourself. Although it’s a Saturday, your day is jam packed with plans. First, you’ve promised Peter that you’ll make a quick trip with him to Hogsmeade this morning to pick up fire whiskey for the party tonight. After that you’re due for tea with Mary at Madame Pudifoots before you have to rush back to Hogwarts to meet Remus and Lily for a study session in the library. And fuck- at some point you’ll have to stitch up a hole in Marlene’s jersey and braid Sirius’ hair for the game. And the game. You’ve promised James, your lovely boyfriend and captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team, that you’ll be there. He needs his “lucky charm.”

You’re down in the common room at 10 on the nose, sleep still heavy on your eyes despite the time. Peter ambles down the stairs a few minutes later, his big jacket wrapped tightly around him.

The cold air outside is bitter on your nose and burns your cheeks. You bundle your face further into the collar of your coat and wish you would’ve worn a scarf. As you walk, Peter yaps on to you about the girl from his Divination class that he has a crush on. You’re enthusiastic that he has a crush, and that he feels comfortable enough to share it with you, but your heart hangs heavy in your chest regardless. You can’t quite muster up the genuine smile you usually give to everyone, and instead settle for a dim but encouraging one.

After you triple check that Peter can carry all of the fire whiskey back to the castle, you trudge across the way to Madame Pudifoots. Mary is already nestled into a corner when you arrive and she waves brightly at you. While the warmth of the shop and your friend is welcome, the thick perfume in the air and the sweet array of biscuits and cookies makes your head ache and stomach churn. Much like Peter, the brunette does most of the talking, catching you up on gossip around the castle. You give a lot of dramatic gasps, wide eyes, and giggles, but they’re as fake as the flowers on the table before you.

By the time you arrive to the library with what feels like a whole ton of books slung over your shoulder, you think you could drop dead from exhaustion. You find Lily and Remus in a heated discussion about some charms theory and wonder if they’d even notice if you slipped out. Of course, Lily catches your eye in the next second and waves you over. She quickly brings you into the debate, and you give the redhead your two cents. Your opinion, it seems, sets off a whole other conversation. Luckily, this time, you can just tune them out, instead focusing on the words of the book before you. Although now that you’re looking at it, all of the words seem to be swimming together in a blurry mess. And, is that a wet spot on the page? Are you crying? You reach up and, sure enough, another hot tear trails down your face. Panicked, you bend down under the guise of tying your shoe and wipe them away quickly. Remus and Lily can’t see you crack. They can’t.

You know that it’s all really getting to you when Sirius lets out more than one yelp as you do his hair. He complains that you’re going to pull it all out, and perhaps he isn’t wrong. You loosen your grip slightly but wince when you brush over one of the fresh cuts on your hands from sewing up Marlene’s jersey. The bandaid covers the cut, but doesn’t dull the slight throbbing pain in your palm. The pain and Sirius’ whining makes you want to yell at him and tell him to do it himself. But you don’t, and instead stay quiet. When his hair is finished, you peck his forehead in apology and boost his vanity.

“Oi, Black! Trying to steal my girl, are you?”

You nearly start bawling on the spot at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. Relief and calm wash over you as you feel his strong arms wrap around you. Instinctively, you lean back into his chest and sigh, closing your eyes.

You’re certain that Sirius and James are bantering back and forth some more but you tune them out in favor of enjoying the vibrations of your boyfriend’s voice through his chest. It’s pleasant enough that you think you could fall asleep.

You’re only startled out of your stupor when James’ soft lips press gentle kisses to each of your eyelids. Your eyes flutter open and you smile at him softly.

“Hi angel,” he greets, pecking your lips.

You return the kiss eagerly and James chuckles.

“Ready for the game tonight?”

You’d forgotten about the game momentarily, but now it comes rushing back. The thought of having to do anything else besides just lay in your boyfriend’s arms makes you want to cry. You swallow the lump in your throat, “of course, Jamie. And I’ll have your jersey on like usual.”

He gives you another quick peck, “my lucky charm.”

And then he’s moving away from you, far too fast for your taste, and you nearly whine. He collects his water and broom and turns back to you with a grin.

“See you at the game, love.”

You only whisper out a goodbye before he’s gone.

The game has been going on for far too long and you’re beginning to lose all feeling in your extremities. Like usual, James is playing great. And you’re proud of him, you really are. But you don’t want to be here anymore. You just want to lay in your bed and close off the world, rotting away in a puddle of self-induced misery.

But this fact in itself makes you feel worse than you already do. The guilt of it all- of being fake, insecure, and unsupportive- is eating you alive. Your friends deserve better. James deserves better.

It’s too much, too much, too much. And you feel like you’re suffocating.

So you’re beyond relieved when Gryffindor catches the snitch and you can leave. Though you normally stay to congratulate James, you don’t have it in you to do it. You figure you’ll see him later, so you rush back to the castle, trying to escape the notice of your friends.

While your bed calls to you most, living in a dorm doesn’t promise any privacy. So you go to the only place you know will- the room of requirement.

It accommodates you enough. The room has shifted into a remarkable replica of your bedroom back home. You collapse onto the bed instantly and your head barely hits the pillow before the sobs you’ve choked back all day finally escape you.

It’s like a dam breaking loose, a flood of emotions overcoming you. Sadness smashes into you like waves, guilt grips your throat tightly, choking you, anger heats your face, and self-loathing broils in your stomach. You can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t.

Why, why, why, why, why?

You’re so tired of giving, giving, giving. Being everything to everyone and nothing to yourself. Your body is a storm of emotions but your heart is the eye of the hurricane- silent and hollow.

You curl in on yourself, grabbing onto your legs tightly, trying to grip any sense of reality you have left. But your body shakes and your hands slip. It does little to ground you and you’re lost in another dimension, another reality. You can’t breathe, nothing feels real, and the world feels like it’s ending.

Nothing, nothing, nothing, everything, everything, everything.

“Angel, you gotta breathe for me.”

A voice breaks through your fog but you can’t focus in on what it’s saying.

“Baby, my love, look at me. You gotta take a breath.”

Through your shaking and tears you barely make out James’ figure. And when your eyes clear a little you see his eyes. It’s the first real thing you sense again, and you grasp onto it desperately. His hazel eyes stare at you, so calmly, and you get lost in them.

“Angel can you take a deep breath?”

You try to breathe but fail, only spluttering out short, shallow breaths.

“Not quite, my love. Here, match my breathing.”

James grabs your hand and puts it on his chest. You feel him breathe in deeply and hear him blow air past his lips.

“Like this.”

Still shaking aggressively, you try to inhale. Your breath is harsh and unstable, but at least longer and deeper. You purse your lips and blow, just like James does.

“That’s my girl. You’re doing it.”

You continue to breathe in and out. Each time, your breath slowly gets better. Stronger.

“Good, good. Can you tell me what happened?”

You try to think about all that’s happened and your breathing picks back up again. Tears prick at your eyes and you shake your head.

“No, no, no. It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m sorry, we won’t talk about it.”

Your body trembles and you nod appreciatively.

“Do you want a hug?”

“Y-yeah.”

You’re too weak to move towards him, so James reaches out and draws you into his lap. You bury your face in his chest and grip onto his jersey sleeves tightly. His hands rub soothing circles on your back, soft, slow, and repetitive. He intermittently places kisses to your hair, mumbling words of praise and encouragement in between.

The world starts to come back to you.

The soft sounds of James’ breathing and the whoosh of your shirt material under his hand.

His smell, a mixture of cologne and sweat.

His hot breath on your ear as he whispers to you.

His red jersey smushed against your face.

The remnants of your salty tears on your lips.

“I- I can’t keep doing this,” you mumble out. It’s barely audible, your voice hoarse from your meltdown.

“What’d you say, angel?”

“I can’t keep doing this, Jamie.”

He pulls you away from his chest and looks deeply into your eyes, his own so filled with concern.

“You can’t keep doing what?”

“Being everything to everyone all of the time. I- I can’t. It’s too much. I give and help and say yes when I can’t. But, but I can’t do it anymore.”

“Oh, my love,” James sighs, hugging you impossibly tighter, “you don’t have to, not anymore. You don’t have to be anything to anyone besides yourself. They’ll love you regardless. I promise.”

“But what if they don’t?” You whisper, your voice thick with tears.

“I’ll love you regardless. You’re my light, my love, my life just because you’re you.”

He pauses thoughtfully.

“You don’t need to be everything to everyone when you’re already everything to me. And hopefully soon, you can be everything to yourself.”

[sebongica]

sebongica's reading recommendations 💌 (nct edition)

this post contains all of the nct fics i've read since forever. don't forget to like and reblog the fics below to show some love and appreciation for the writers <3

💋 - smut ☁️ - fluff 🧃 - angst 🎧 - absolute fav

dress - primehyuck 💋☁️ (mk)

sunday kind of love - smileysuh ☁️💋 (mk)

claim - smileysuh 💋☁️ (jns)

the v week spy - smileysuh 💋🎧 (jh)

surviving no nut november - domjaehyun 💋🎧 (mk & hc)

when cupids fall - cherryeoniis ☁️ (hc)

one, two, three - cherryeoniis ☁️ (hc)

what's mine is yours - smileyerim ☁️ (mk)

touch me softly - mrkis 💋 (mk)

kiss u right now - domjaehyun 💋☁️ (mk)

quarantine chronicles 2 - domjaehyun 💋☁️🎧 (jns, jh, jw, jm, mk)

play with me - domjaehyun 💋☁️🎧 (mk)

just like magic - starryhyuck 💋🧃🎧 (jh)

sweet nothings - raibebe ☁️🎧 ('00 line)

good girls - starryhyuck 💋🧃🎧 (hc)

falling star - starryhyuck 🧃☁️💋 (hc)

mixtape moans - starryhyuck 💋☁️🎧 (mk)

a sweet bet - 4dtk 💋 (jh)

before i go - yutaholic 🧃☁️💋🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧 (dy)

off the record - tyonfs 💋 (jns)

just us - starryhyuck 💋☁️ (jh)

untitled fav - moonlit-jeno 💋🎧 (hc, jnl, jm)

make a wish 現実に変えていく - sluttyten ☁️💋🧃 (jns)

in front of you - sluttyten 💋 (jh)

hitched - domjaehyun 💋☁️ (jw)

stars & destruction - angelicmark 💋 (mk)

rainy day - moonlit-jeno 💋🎧 ('00 line + mk)

valentine - moonlit-jeno 💋🎧 (jh, jns, jw, dy)

rich purity - jenonctcity 💋☁️ (jnl) (part of the virgin diaries series)

quarantine chronicles 2 - domjaehyun 💋☁️🎧 (jns, jh, jw, jm, mk)

sweet nothings - raibebe ☁️🎧 ('00 line)

cat & mouse - tyonfs ☁️💋🎧 (jm)

love potion - sichengtual ☁️

my first and last - neopuppy 💋☁️🧃🎧 (jnl) [!!!cw!!!]

untitled fav - moonlit-jeno 💋🎧 (hc, jnl, jm)

friends - moonlit-jeno 💋

lucky strike - nctsworld ☁️

10 things i know about you - asthmark ☁️ (jnl)

rainy day - moonlit-jeno 💋🎧 ('00 line + mk)

[maideardesiree]

✨Precious lil MK having sweet dreams💕☁️💤

[hydrangeyes]

Your favorite brat ☁️

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

Edit: So shuffling through my docs It's been brought to my attention that wattpad (who I use as backup) Cut a lot of my fics in half??? anyway I'll be trying to fix that also

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Male reader x Sun wukong,

Sun decides to wake you up during your vacation wanting to show off his kid

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"N/n!"

"N/n!"

"N/n! I know your awake. I can smell your breakfast from here!!"

With a shuffle and a growl n/n tugs on his house slippers, hearing wukong continue to call and chirp at his front door.

Slaming it open N/n is about to verbally tear wukong a new one for interrupting his peaceful morning, till a young face is shoved in his sight.

"Look! Look! My son! This is mk. He's my successor, awesome just like his amaaaazing mentor!" Wukong gloating as n/n takes a step back to take in what he's trying to show him.

"Hey...uh sorry for interrupting your morning?" Mk awkwardly chuckles and waves, wikong finally putting him down to go and move past them and to the kitchen.

Letting out a deep and semi aggravated sigh,n/n waves the young adult in. "Come on in kid, call me n/n."

As mk follows n/n into the home, he looks around seeing pictures of familiar and unfamiliar faces on the wall. "So um Mr. N/n? How do you know monkey king? Oh! Did you and him become fighting buddies!? Or or-" He asks feeling more comfortable and getting more energetic.

N/n glances back at him as they enter the kitchen, then back at wukong who seem to have been devouring his bowl of fresh fruit and the raw meat he had yet to cook.

'Oh buddah.. there's two of them.' N/n thinks.

"Nothing like..all of that kid, me and this brat here meet when he first came to the celestial realm."

"Brat!!? Excuse you I am a delight!" Wukong exclaims back eyeing the cup of fresh coffee on the counter.

N/n snatching his cup of coffee up quickly before wukong could drink it and sitting down.

He gestures to the already cooked food for mk to enjoy as well. N/n rolls his eyes when wukong moves to climb on him and mess with his bed hair.

Mk, himself going in for the eggs and muffins watching the whole thing with wide eyes. "you are a delightful brat. Anyway, I was one of the first to befriend him. And ever since we kept in touch I guess."

Mk straightens up eyes shimmering stars in awe and excitement. "Does that mean you have first hand secret stories, some potentially embarrassing?"

N/n snorts and chuckles as wukong tenses and starts trying to back track voice full of regret.

"Oh we're keeping you kiddo."