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seaborgium-dazies · 22 days ago

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your lover on a leash

mha boys like you romantically and they're convinced you don't like them back :( But you do and you finally tell them. part 1 is here cw: throwing up (deku), set in the last year of UA; reader makes the first moves cus the boys are shyyyyy, gn!reader 🌊: deku, bakugo, shoto, iida, denki A/N: I got carried away 😭 And I finished this at 3:06 am so ignore any mistakes hdhjdhf wc: 2.8 k

deku:

Tears were effortlessly falling from his eyes as he was rocking back and forth. If you had seen him in this state, muttering a mix of "why wont they just love me" and "i'm such a loser" your heart would've shattered into a million pieces.

Between tears and hiccups deku just couldn't wrap his head around the pain of the situation. His thoughts were going a hundred kilometers per hour as he heard a gentle knock on his door. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Had he been too loud? Did someone hear him? Panic started to bloom in his chest.

Deku's spiraling was interrupted by the soft sound of your voice. "Deku I can hear you, please open the door". Fuck. I guess there's no way out. Deku approached the door, hastily wiped his tears and cracked the door open just enough to catch a glimpse of your face.

"What's up". He cringed at the way his voice cracked. He watched you trying to piece together the most gentle way to approach the topic. "I thought I heard, uhm, you having a hard time". Dekus mouth was slightly agape, humiliation and shame making him want to throw up. Actually seeing you here, your foot in his door, your furrowed brows, your fluffy hair, that knowing look. Seeing you in all of your glory and knowing he'll never get to have you? The pain in his chest - it makes him sick.

Before he could comprehend it he ran to his bathroom, bending over the toilet to throw up. When he came to his senses, he saw you standing next to the sink, handing him a damp paper towel to wipe his mouth.

Deku really thought that he already hit rock bottom, that the weeks of pining and stashing love poems under his bed were the epitome of patheticness. But seeing you standing there, casting a heavenly light on him, akin to a saint, he felt the worst he ever has.

"I actually came here because I wanted to ask you something, i didn't know you were sick". You looked nervous, deku figured it was because you were seeing him in such a fucked up state. You crouched down next to him. "You don't look too well, let me make you a tea".

"No, no, I'm fine". "No I already made up my mind deku. You're getting a nice chamomile tea". And with a quick "be right back" you slipped out of his room.

You returned with a steaming cup of tea in your fidgety hands. You slipped into his room and made your way over to deku, who was now sitting on the edge of his bed. It really pained you, seeing him like this, but you had sworn to yourself that you would do it. You figured that you just HAD to act on your feelings or they would eat you alive, even if deku was sick right now. Of course the fear over dekus reaction was already eating you alive.

"Why did you come to my room to begin with?". Deku took the words right out of your mouth. Whatever. It's now or never.

You took a deep breath and started "I've had something on my mind for a while now. And I don't know how you'll react but I just really want to clear the air between us."

Deku took in a shaky breath but you continued "I like how up-beat, caring and sweet you are. How you never leave anyone out and how intense your desire and passion to learn and help others is. I guess what I'm trying to say is that i really like you and i was wondering if you would want to go out sometime? As... more than friends?"

You physically couldn't bring yourself to look up from the pralines that you had taken out of your bag and which you were now clutching.

With every passing second of silence you wanted to fade into nothingness more and more. When you looked up to hand him the chocolate, you had to gasp.

Deku's furrowed brows, puffy and glassy eyes made your breath hitch. Just as you were about to start apologizing for making him cry he laid his scarred hand over yours.

"Yes". With his answer, short and sweet, it felt like a thousand kilogram weight was lifted off of your shoulders. Like two magnets you two clashed against each other and connected in a fierce hug. Your rib cages clashing against one another, your hands buried in his shirt and his hands curling around your waist.

Your heart was beating rapidly and feeling dekus face in the crook of your neck sent shivers down your spine. You felt as if you two just cultivated a piece of heaven.

You managed to peel yourself off of him after a while and you two had an in depth conversation about everything that happened and how you imagine your future to be.

The both of you could not stop grinning from cheek to cheek through the whole conversation and you thanked your lucky stars extra that night.

bakugo:

You jogged over to the sports hall. You were late for your weekly sparring matches. You locked yourself out of your dorm room and even forgot your running shoes lying on the floor. So you had to get the spare key and bring it back which resulted in you being super late.

You arrive at the hall after all, and after explaining the situation to aizawa he tells you that the only partner that's left is bakugo and that you're gonna have to sparr with him.

Your shoulders drop at his words. This is so much worse than any scolding you could've imagined. Of course. Of course the universe wanted to punish you, not only by making your fall head over heels for the guy who despises every fibre of you, no, but also by frequently forcing you to fight him.

And just like that he had you pinned against the floor, you fought against his grip but he didnt seem to budge. The anger was bubbling inside of your chest and it was getting harder to push it down. When would he STOP being so hard on you? Why did you have to have a crush on him of all people! AND WHY DOES HE HATE YOU SO MUCH?.

Before you knew it, your emotions got the better of you and you had bitten him so hard that he yelled in pain. This gave you an opening to slip out of his grip.

Unfortunately bakugo's anger seemed to be a neverending resource and you could practically already hear another explosion coming. "WHAT THE FUCK?! DID YOU JUST FUCKING BITE ME?!"

You skillfully converted your guilt into anger and directed it against him once more. "Yes! Because you deserve it, you piece of shit!"

You two moved so quickly that watching the fight transpire would be physically painful. With alternating hits, dodges and words exchanged, this felt like much more than a simple sparring match.

This match was different than every previous match and the bleeding bite mark and bakugos bicep was a painful reminder of that. Slightly out of breath he began shouting "What the fuck is wrong with you today?!"

"With me?! What the hell is wrong with you! You keep picking on me! You keep fighting me!"

You were cursing yourself up and down for becoming emotional, but how could you not? Tears started forming in your eyes as you continued shouting "I never did anything to you! I was always kind! I don't deserve this hatred! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LIKE ME BACK?!"

And just as the shouted words left your lips it dawned on you that you just let your best kept secret spill "..what?"

Bakugo looked at you with wide eyes, not certain if he had heard you correctly now.

The energy shifted and bakugos muscles went lax as he lowered his arm. Guilt was not only creeping in, it was enveloping him now. Suddenly he realised just how shitty he had been acting towards you. His own feelings for you suddenly felt exposed as well, his face falling into a mix of shock and a smile.

"What?" You asked him, all traces of anger wiped from your face. The unfamiliar expression on bakugos face made an uneasy feeling brew in your stomach.

"I do...". The words left bakugos lips and like a spell it turned you two into shy messes, stumbling over words and fidgeting with your hands.

"So...." "So?" "do you like ... wanna go out ... sometime?"

Blush spread across both of your cheeks. Intensifying as you muttered a shy "Yes, id love that".

Now you two just had to pray to god that none of the other students had heard you screaming...

Shoto:

Shoto was super perceptive of things happening in the real world, but of feelings? Not so much. He was aware when they started bubbling in his chest, when they were threatening to erupt but before that they went unnoticed a lot.

That's exactly what happened with his feelings for you, he didn't notice when that 'damn I really like them' started morphing into a 'damn I really love them' and much less when his heart started bleeding at the thought of you.

It was easy to ignore the slight changes in shotos behavior. It was easy to dismiss the worries by saying you were too paranoid but you just couldn't put a halt to the gnawing, the constant worry. He just seemed different in a way you couldn't pinpoint.

The bell rang marking the end of your day. Conversations ensued and the noise was accompanied by people packing their stuff and making plans. You saw shoto making quick work of his bag and you decided to take your chance.

You quickly crammed your supplies into your bag and jogged to catch up to him.

"Heya!", you greeted him with a smile. Shoto replied with a surprised "Hey".

"Do you have any plans now?". "No" "Perfect".

It didn't take long to convince Shoto to go check out a new cafe with you and soon enough you were walking side by side through the bustling streets.

You kept stealing glances, evaluating what you're seeing. He noticed of course, which made you turn away. There was no doubt that he somehow changed, were the bags under his eyes slightly more pronounced or were you just seeing things?

You wiped your sweaty hands on the outside of your legs, collecting your courage to ask. "So... is everything okay?"

Shoto tilted his head slightly before answering "of course, why wouldn't it be?". "Well... You've been a little distant lately, and uhm... more quiet. So i just wanted to make sure that nothing is up...".

You tried smiling at him but he saw that it was shaky, he saw the genuine worry on your face and it surprised him. Now that shoto was thinking about it you really were right. He couldn't sleep, focus or enjoy his usual pastimes the way he used to. But he never would've expected someone to notice it especially when he hadn't even noticed it himself.

"You know I'm just saying I'm a little worried, and we haven't hung out in a while... So uhhm if I've done something wrong or insulting please just tell me. I've been thinking back but I couldn't really tell what it was that made you want to have less-"

"y/n" Shoto interrupted your mumbled rant. You turned your head towards him, waiting for his words.

"It's not like that." "It isn't?" "No, don't worry".

Although shotos words were only partially true, he really didn't want to make you worry. He did feel different and he didn't know why, but your concern made him feel weirdly warm inside.

"As long as I'm with you everything is good"

You couldn't help but blush, and in return shoto blushed. The silence between you felt so thick as if it could turn into a blanket any moment and wrap you two in it.

After a while you worked up the courage to ask "wow this feels suspiciously like a date "

Without missing a beat he answered, "I like the sound of that". "Then let's make it one".

Before reaching the cafe your hand had found its way into his. The way his cheeks glowed light pink made your heart beat even more ferociously and this afternoon was just the first of many spent in that very same cafe.

iida:

The last couple of weeks iida seemed to be different. Completely overworked and stressed to hell and back.

It worries you deeply to see him like this. You were constantly wondering whether he was taking care of himself. The bags under his eyes seemed to be more pronounced and his participation in class seemed more shallow even though he was working more than before.

But whenever you wanted to investigate and find something out he seemed totally normal. He held a conversation just fine, he made you laugh and you enjoyed every second spent with him. But something wasn't right, you just knew it!

He was hanging up the new schedule for class duty when you saw an opening. You approached him with a clipboard in hand.

"Iida do you have a couple of minutes to spare? I'm collecting data for a study I'm conducting. It's supposed to help the planning of the schedule for future generations"

Of course that was all a lie, but it's not like he would find out. At least not immediately and that's what counts.

You began asking standard mental health questions about sleep, stress and self doubts. The answers surprised you. Of course you knew that iida had always been disciplined but this seemed like a little too much, training a little too hard, studying a little too long, sleeping too little. You had to do something.

"Hmmm, iida I have to tell you that your results are by far the most alarming. You're going to have to change parts of your schedule."

"What? What does that have to do with your study?"

"Oh- uhm nothing. But I'm just saying this as your friend now. Thanks to the study I have sketched out a standard routine, with a little bit of tweaking I can make it perfect for you"

Iida seemed suspicious of you and asked more questions which you all dodged like a pro. You were really good at persuading iida so it was only a matter of time until he accepted your offer.

It wouldn't be you if you didn't get the most out of it though. You got him to agree to meet in his dorm room to discuss further details and courses of action later.

One thing that was unmistakable though is that when he was talking to you, his mind was sharper, his sentences more clearly structured, his words more precisely picked and his cheeks tinted with an adorable pink hue.

Not long after iida told you he had to go somewhere and that you would talk later. So of course you got him to confirm your idea and as you said goodbye you shouted over to him

"It's a date then~"

The wink you shot him was the finishing touch, he disappeared in the crowd with burning cheeks and a rapidly beating heart.

Denki:

You always saw denki as a one in a million type of guy. The type of guy to remember the songs you liked and try to subtly incorporate them into his playlist when you were hanging out. The type of guy who would try to impress you with card and skateboard tricks. The type of guy who could joke for days, the type of guy you would scour the earth for. And harboring these feelings for him made it all the more difficult not to lose your mind when you heard him belittle himself so much.

Months passed but denki didn't pass up any opportunity to point words against himself. He was calling himself everything from stupid to ugly to incompetent, all of which were just factually untrue and one day you just couldn't do it anymore.

"You would never go out with an ugly boy like me, i just know it" Instead of taking the high road and trying to tell him hes pretty you bluntly state "I would if I could".

"What?", denkis voice hit an unusual cadence and the shock was dripping from it.

"What?", you ask back with a cocky tone.

"What did you just say?" Denkis self doubts seemed to be rather serious if he still asked you, his voice full of disbelief.

"I said I would if I could. You're cute, funny and lovely to be around, I can't think of a single reason not to go on a date with you"

You weren't sure if it was his quirk or just your hearts but there were definitely sparks. And as he smashed his lips against yours, connecting them in a passionate kiss, you praised the heavens for this gift.

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dearlenore · 25 days ago

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hii i hope you're having a good day, i love your work <3

I was wondering if you could maybe write a short little thing about Spencer painting reader's nails ? like yk how it's harder to do your non-dominant hand .... and so Spencer sees her struggling and helps her do it.... idk sorry if this is weird...

This is so precious omggg😭❤️ I’m cryinggg! I gotchu sweetheart🥹💋

NAIL POLISH • S.REID

SUMMARY: when you find yourself annoyed at your the way your nail polish is turning out while using your non dominate hand, your ever so kind boyfriend offers you a little help.

PAIRING: gn!reader x spencer

tags: PURE FLUFF, reader wears nail polish, reader uses skincare / is implied feminine but not female

a/n: dad spencer is all that’s in my pea brain rn I should probably study tho… also you guessed it, peds surgeon reader 🥹

w/c: 0.7K

“DAMNIT” YOU HISS, tossing the nail polish brush back into the bottle like it had personally offended you.

The crimson polish on your right hand was perfect — sleek, glossy, and worthy of a magazine cover. But your left hand? A streaky, smudged mess that looked like you’d tried painting with your eyes closed.

You grabbed a tissue and started scrubbing the polish off your fingers, muttering under your breath.

“Rough morning?”

You glanced up to see Spencer Reid standing in the doorway, one eyebrow raised and that familiar half-smile quirking at his lips. His cardigan hung loose around his frame, and his messenger bag dangled off one shoulder like he’d barely noticed it was there.

“Ugh,” you groaned, tossing the tissue aside. “I swear, painting my nails should not be this hard.”

Spencer stepped closer, glancing at the battlefield of polish bottles and smudged tissues on the table. “You’re using too much polish,” he said, pointing at your ruined nails. “And you didn’t let the first coat dry long enough.”

You snorted. “Oh, so now you’re a nail expert?”

“Actually,” Spencer said, shifting into his lecture tone, “there’s a scientific reason why it’s harder to paint your non-dominant hand. Motor control is primarily managed by the brain’s primary motor cortex, which sends signals to your muscles through neural pathways. The dominant hand has stronger, more refined motor pathways because you use it more frequently for complex tasks. Meanwhile, your non-dominant hand relies on less-developed pathways, making fine motor skills — like painting nails — harder to control. Essentially, your brain isn’t as practiced in guiding those precise movements with your weaker hand.”

You stared at him, blinking slowly, smiling as you always did when he rambled

“…You realize you could’ve just said, ‘Yeah, it’s hard to use your other hand,’ right?”

Spencer’s smile widened slightly. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?”

You laughed despite yourself, shaking your head. “Okay, Professor Genius — since you clearly know everything, how about you show me?”

“Wait, what?” Spencer’s eyes widened. “I didn’t mean—”

“Oh no,” you cut in, grabbing a bottle of sleek black polish and pressing it into his hand. “You’re not getting out of this. If you’re so smart, fix it. I’m sure your 4 PHDS and 187 iq can handle glorified paint.”

Spencer hesitated, staring at the bottle like you’d just handed him a bomb. “I… I mean… I don’t know if I’m—”

“You’re not backing out now,” you grinned, patting the cushion beside you. “Come on, I’m desperate.”

With a defeated sigh, Spencer set his bag down and rolled up his sleeves. “Fine,” he muttered, sitting beside you. “But if I mess this up, I take no responsibility.”

“Deal,” you said sweetly, offering him your hand.

Spencer took it gently — his fingers warm and steady against your wrist. He picked up the brush, carefully swirling it inside the bottle before pulling it out and wiping the excess off the rim.

“You need thin layers,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. His brow furrowed in concentration as he swept the brush over your nail in one smooth, perfect stroke.

“Wow…” you said slowly. “You’re annoyingly good at everything you do,”

“I used to paint my mom’s nails,” he explained, not looking up. “On days when she was… struggling. It helped calm her down, and I guess I just… got good at it.”

Something softened in your chest. Spencer’s voice had grown quieter — careful — like those memories were something fragile.

“Well,” you said, a little gentler now, “you’re kind of a natural.”

He smiled faintly, focusing back on your nails. Each brushstroke was precise — steady, like he wasn’t just painting polish, but solving some intricate puzzle.

“So…” you drawled, watching him with a teasing smile. “Are you secretly living a double life as a nail artist? Should I start booking appointments?”

Spencer chuckled under his breath. “I’d make a terrible nail tech. Too much pressure.”

“Oh no,” you grinned, wiggling your fingers. “You’re definitely my new on-call manicurist.”

“I am not doing this every week,” Spencer warned, but you didn’t miss the way his smile lingered — soft and almost shy.

“Uh-huh,” you said smugly, admiring your newly perfect nails. “We’ll see.”

#criminal minds #spencer reid #x reader #fanfic #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fluff #fluff #request #cm

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authorhjk1 · 7 months ago

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I also really enjoyed reading RV doing cosplay for reader.. Would you be so kind as to making one for ITZY too?

Yeji

You were surprised seeing her dress like this. After all, she just asked you to take her on a coffee date, so you thought she would go out like all idols do, when they don't want to be seen. But instead Yeji looked hotter than the summer heat and more recognizable than ever. When the two of you reach your car, you're surprised Yeji asks you to pop the hood. You quickly do as she says, before walking over to her. Your eyes grow wide when you see Yeji lift the top and secure it, but stays bend over the hood. While she looks down at the engine, your eyes are glued to her tight midriff. A couple drops of sweat on her skin glisten in the summer sun.

"Wow. Nice headers. You've got a high-rise double pump carburetor. That's pretty impressive."

You heard these words so many times already. But hearing them come out of Yeji's mouth, with her bent over your hood, pretending to examine your car's engine and her tight tummy on display...

Ryujin

She didn't tell you the whole plan. But just enough to make you worried. Ryujin is dominant in and outside the bedroom. And sometimes her roleplaying is very hard on you. This time is no exception. You lie on the bed, pretending to be asleep, when she opens the bedroom door. She only told you to play along. And now you know what she means.

Ryujin is standing in the door, her brown skirt reaching her knees. Her upper body is hidden by a tight brown top and white furr is draped over her shoulders. Maybe wolf, or polar bear or something. Her mischievous, almost dangerous smirk makes you swallow hard. Your eyes focus on her hands. Her left is holding a round shield. Her right an axe.

You get off the bed, but Ryujin is faster. She uses her shield to pin you against the wall. Her axe dangerously close your throat.

"Looks like I found myself a new slave."

Chaeryeong

"Chaeryeong?"

You yell through the apartment, but you don't get answer.

"Why are all the lights out?"

You step into the living room, which is dark as well. The only light you see is the small light on your music box, which is standing on the coffee table.

"Chaeryeong?"

You wait for a while, but it stays quiet.

Suddenly a sharp snap-hiss sound interrupts the silence. You know that sound. And you're looking at the source. The red lightsaber, which is giving off a steady hum, is being held by Chaeryeong, who is standing in the door. The red light illuminates her black leather outfit. A wooshing sound cuts through the air as she lifts the lightsaber near her face. The red light makes her look so evil.

"If you are not with me, then you're my enemy."

Lia

You don't know if she is supposed to be a Disney princesses, or if it's just a random dress, but Lia looks great in it. She twirls around for you once more, her dress lifting off the floor and showing her feet.

You didn't expect her to come out of the bedroom like this. Even when she said she wants to try something new. But you like it nonetheless.

"My lady."

You give her a quick bow with a smile on your face.

"I'm in need of some assistance. Would you be so kind to follow me into my quarters?"

You laugh at her choice of words, but you follow after her after taking her hand.

Yuna

"Daddy!"

Yuna surprises you as she walks out of the bedroom and in your direction. With no build up at all, she is suddenly standing in front of you wearing what seems to be a makeshift school uniform.

"I failed my exam again."

"Really?"

You luckily don't need much time to adapt to Yuna's sudden roleplaying.

"Yes. I hope you aren't going to spank me again?"

Her eyes, filled with lust, tell you that that's exactly what she is hoping for.

You close the book you were reading and put it to the side. Without a word, you pat your thigh. Yuna pouts, pretending to be disappointed, but moments later, she is bent over your lap.

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buefried · 1 year ago

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No I totally understand, I agree, besides it's your imagination, and to gatekeep that from someone is kinda dumb ngl. Let cats have fur, even if their half slug!

Edit: I reread the images and just want to say, being that angry over a drawing ruins the point of the game more than drawing a goofy cat with fur, even if it's half slug! You could ask any of the developers, and i can GUARANTEE they would say the same thing!

? lowkey getting tired of seeing people saying negative stuff about really cat-like/warrior cats-y slugcat designs like. rw and wc have a fandom overlap. it's to be expected. you shouldn't be an ass about it? you can literally just block people if they post stuff you don't wanna see, it's super easy and i think we should use the block button more. it seems more or less like a forgotten feature these days. not to mention they're called slugcats you should expect it more or less

why should you care if someone puts fur on their slugcats. like genuinely. it's stupid to get so angry about it to the point you say really weird stuff about it. i've seen it's "too far from canon" okay but what about the beast like slugcats? canonically they're referred to as rodents, wouldn't that be too far from canon too? if we really wanna stick to canon then lets just colorpick the damn slugcats instead and draw them as the blob ingame shapes. sigh

dont get me wrong. i love all slugcat designs. put fur on them. pur feathers on them. put scales on them. make them cats. make them beasts. draw them cat-like, ferret-like, rodent-like or whatever else. literally go wild. we shouldn't be getting this up in arms about how people draw fucking slugcats

#Scugs have furr too!

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werecreature-addicted · 1 year ago

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!!! big big werewolf boyfriend who loves when you suck his cock… the fat, hot, pointed tip straight down your throat while he whines and snarls and grinds his knot against your mouth. but it just won’t go in, your jaw doesn’t- oh FUCK.

he knots your mouth and howls, so the entire pack gathers around and watches your throat totally bulge out around the girth of his cock, the baseball size knot stuck in your mouth and you cry and drool. you cant pull away for another hour or so, might as well get comfortable :/

you rest your head in your lap, his soft bulge just an inch in front of your face. You can't help but lean in a little, pressing soft teasing kisses to his groin, you hear him grunt a little, as his cock twitches to life under your kisses. He runs a hand through your hair and pushes your face forward encouraging you to take his cock into your mouth, which you do, eagerly.

You slowly work your way down his shaft, and you feel his cock slowly swell in your mouth as you blow him. You pull back, kissing his balls and admiring how pretty his cock looks covered in your spit.

You take his cock back in your mouth and keep bobbing your head up and down further and further until the pointed tip of his cock is bumping the back of your throat. You can feel his knot swell against your lips as you press your nose to the furr at the base of his dick.

He growls a little and bucks his hips, making you gag as he fucks your mouth. the salt of his precum smears over your tongue and you can tell he's getting close, but before you can pull back, he's cumming down your throat and knotting your mouth. You choke and gag, tears stream down your face as you try to pull away, but the knot is just too big, you aren't going anywhere for a while.

Just try to breathe through your nose darling, and I know your jaw aches but do try to watch the teeth.

#monster imagine #monster fucker #monster #monster boyfriend #teratophillia #werewolves #werewolf #werewolf x reader #werewolf boyfriend #werewolf smut

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softfem-dom · 2 months ago

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I am absolutely feigning for some more hybrid!outsiders content 🙏

girls love puppies hybrid! outsiders headcanons

synopsis :

what would happen if you came back home with a pack of seven dog hybrids after a visit to the kennel?

or the challenges of living with seven teenage boys with dog traits.

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tags/warnings : third person pov, canon-typical violence, cuss words, dallas being dallas, mentions of living in the streets/being homeless.

You felt too alone inside the huge country house you had inherited from your late father, alongside his whole company. It was too much space for just one woman and the dust seemed to collect everywhere. Your days had narrowed down to doing chores around the house, going out grocery shopping, and sitting on a chair infront of your desk —signing away paperwork. You had had your life handed to you, completely resolved, in a silver platter. So, in spite of not listening to the tedious silence, you decided to take a walk to the local kennel and see if any of the hybrids there caught your eye. If you got lucky, you'd take home one or two to keep you company. Upon your entering, your eyes were immediately drawn to the hybrid sat on the furthest corner from the bars of his cell. Tan skinned, with a scar going from his cheek down to his chin, and with the darkest —messier— curls you had ever seen. His black ears, fluffy, were slightly pinned back as he stared into the wall with a dejected look in his brown eyes. "what about that one?" you politely interrupted the worker showing you the hybrids in the different cells. She stopped her rambling, looking at the direction you were pointing, before her eyebrows raised. Before she could speak, though, a loud growling was heard coming from a different cell to the one you were pointing at. The girl, probably not over twenty, chuckled nervously as she readjusted her collar. "oh, um, yeah, that's- that's Johnny" she tried to speak, but the growl got louder. "there's a problem, though.." "what problem? I'm not worried about paying for vaccines and all that" you answered kindly. "no, uh, the problem is that.. to get Johnny" she turned towards the cell were the growling was coming from. "you'd have to get Dallas" Before you could answer that you'd gladly take those two, she continued. "and to get Dallas, you'd have to get Darry.. and to get Darry you'd have to get Sodapop" she kept on "and to get him you'd have to get Ponyboy, and if you get Ponyboy you'd have to get Two-Bit, and if you get Two-Bit you'd also have to take Steve.." When she finished talking, she sent you an apologetic look —assuming you wouldn't be interested in taking seven stray hybrids home. To her surprise, and the hybrid's, you just stayed silent a few seconds before speaking up again. "very well then" you said, eyes drifting back to Johnny. "I'll take them"

⮞ so that's how you ended up with a pack of seven stray hybrids in your home.

⮞ intrusive thoughts : 1 - you : 0

⮞ Johnny is a groenlanden belgian sheepdog, characterised for their black furr. Known for being very intelligent and affectionate with their packs, but aloof and cautious of strangers.

⮞ Dallas is a wolf-dog hybrid, not from any specific breed, just a pup that someone abducted and trained into a hound dog. He's tougher, meaner and colder than the others, also his canines are sharper and his bark louder.

⮞ Two-Bit is a border collie, known for their high energy so when they get bored they may develop some.. behavioural issues and start acting out. They like having things to do, tasks to accomplish, and a lot of playtime.

⮞ Steve is a belgian malinois, they like working and are incredibly focused when doing so. They are incredibly loyal and, while not typically 'cuddly' dogs, tend to form extremely strong bonds with their owners and will stick close to them.

⮞ Sodapop is a golden retriever (obv) since they're known for their friendly, loyal, and gentle nature. They’re often described as one of the most social dog breeds since they tend to get along with everyone (kids, other pets, strangers, etc..)

⮞ Ponyboy is a greyhound. Greyhounds can be a bit reserved with strangers but are not typically aggressive. They are often quite affectionate with their family members, seeking out attention and being very gentle in their interactions. Despite their reputation for speed, they tend to be calm and laid-back dogs in the home.

⮞ Darry is a german shepherd, known for their loyalty, intelligence, and versatility. They’re often described as one of the most trainable dog breeds, which is why they excel in a variety of roles. Protective and fearless, excellent guard dogs. They tend to form strong bonds with their families, though they can be reserved around strangers.

⮞ at least now your house is never silent. There's always someone laughing or barking somewhere.

⮞ Two-Bit and Soda were the first ones to warm up to you.

⮞ to say Soda's tal was wagging like crazy all the way to your home would be an undersatement. ^ he is the passenger prince. always.

⮞ Pony got sick in the drive home btw (he's not built for cars lol)

⮞ Darry was cautious of you, but extremely polite and respectful too since you had adopted them all and he knows better than anyone what you're gonna have to deal with 😬

⮞ Dallas was a downright asshole.

⮞ he kept growling at you all the times you got 'too close' to him or Johnny.

⮞ Darry had to hit him in the back of his head to get him to 'shut your traps'.

⮞ Steve was more on the neutral side of things, he was glad and honestly surprised someone had taken them all in but he was still a bit cautious.

⮞ Johnny just stuck to Dallas and Ponyboy, not really approaching you out of the polite side of things (like saying good morning, or hello, or giving you an unsure smile whenever he walked by you)

⮞ over time, though, Johnny started to relax when it came to you.

⮞ after, maybe a week or two, Dallas dropped his shitty behaviour and took up a more relaxed (yet still asshole-ish) route when interacting with you. ^ he started to get flirty, too, but in a strange way (like a bit mocking idk)

⮞ Darry is actually the most helpful lol

⮞ he is dedicated to helping you wash the dishes, do the laundry, and he's the designated handyman whenever something stops working or the boys break something.

⮞ he will always go with you if you have to go shopping somewhere, especially if it's already getting late outside. He gives you scary dog priviledges

⮞ Dallas will absolutely go through your things. It's his favourite hobby.

⮞ whenever he gets bored, boom, suddenly he's in your room looking through your drawers searching for whatever he can get his hands on.

⮞ sometimes he'll drag Johnny along and the poor sheepdog will we whisper-talking to Dallas the whole time trying to get him to stop. He'd die if you ever caught them looking through your things.

⮞ one time you caught them while Johnny was trying to stop Dallas from getting his hands on your silky drawers and his cheeks had never burnt so red. ^Dallas just smirked at you like the cocky shit he is.

⮞ Two-Bit is all about running around and being restless, he has the highest energy you've ever seen.

⮞ The best way to get him down from an energy blast is whistling for him and putting on Mickey Mouse on the TV. That's the only way he'd sit still.

⮞ Dallas and him have started a 'game war'. In which the game consists in seeing who can sneak up on you from behind and get to lift your skirt.

⮞ Darry actually gave them the worst scolding they've had to endure after finding that out. ^safe to say Two-Bit spent the rest of the day with his ears down, and cheeks permanently flushed, in embarassment.

⮞ Steve is a complete goner for your car.

⮞ you're a wealthy woman, with the company and money you've inherited, and you have a damn black cadillac parked in your front door.

⮞ he is crazy for it, trying to keep a straight face while his tail is wagging like a helicopter when you suggest letting him drive it. he actually popped a boner just from the thrill of driving it btw lol

⮞ Ponyboy is the calmest, and he likes to lounge in your room where the boys don't usually get in. He plays the guard dog whenever he catches Dallas trying to sneak into your room btw.

⮞ He likes to go through your books and then talk to you about them.

⮞ He actually is like having a teenage son that only comes talk to you when you're already tucked in bed and about to go to sleep like "hey mom I just remembered what I dreamt today-"

⮞ Sodapop likes to follow you around the house, he doesn't like being alone and will literally glue himself to you if it's a stay-in day. He's fr going to lay down next to you or on you if he ever catches you napping.

⮞ he's the kind of hybrid to sneak up into your room late at night and ask if you're cold. Before you can answer he'll sneak under the sheets to steal your body warmth because he is cold.

⮞ Dallas is actually only vulnerable when the vet check ups come around.

⮞ He's going to be grabbing onto your sleeves, literally digging his fingers onto your arms, when it's his turn to go in. He'll have the widest look to his eyes and the most nervoust smile to his lips you've ever seen.

⮞ he'll be anxiously rambling about how he doesn't need any vaccines while trying to keep up his facade.

⮞ after getting the shot he always is a changed man, well, hybrid. He's the quietest you'll ever see, with a 100 yard stare (so dramatic) and he'll actually let you carry him back to the car.

⮞ once home he'll lay down on the couch for the rest of the day and won't move, he's so dramatic. He'll literally be staring at the ceiling like he was thinking over his whole life.

⮞ one time Johnny came by to ask what was going on with him, and he lit deadpaned with a "I've been violated today"

"C'mon doll, c'mon-" Dallas was trying to convince you, trying to appear put-togheter, even while his voice was cracking mid-phrase and his hands were clawing at your sleeves. You tutted at him, your hands on his arms as you gently tried to pry him off of you. "Dallas" you spoke, voice firm yet affectionate "It's just a vaccine" "but I don't need it, doll!" he downright barked, his eyes wide as he stared up at you, grabbing onto your sleeves while the vet and her assistent nurse tried to get him off of you. "'ve been a stray in NY streets, man! I don't need no stupid shot!" now he sounded almost agressive, snapping his jaw and growling at the nurse that tried to grab his tail. "yes, you do" you replied calmly, trying to get him to level down, but his hands only tightened on your sleeves. He pushed himself against you, chest against chest, in his frenzy to get away form the nurse. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!" he barked when the vet finally got her hands on his tail, with that grip he was vulnerable. With a firm tug, and a growling bark, the vet managed to get him off of you and onto the table. With the nurse holding him down as he kept looking at you —giving you his most pleading eyes. Safe to say, you left that room with the toughest and tuffest member of his pack tucked into your arms. His forehead on your shoulder, legs dejectedly around your waist, and his arms hanging lifelessly by his sides.

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mochinomnoms · 11 months ago

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Hugging ur stupidly large eel boy and hearing the *thump thump thump* their thick ass tail makes against the ground because they love u (God forbid that you guys are in the beach because sand is getting everywhere)

Just spoiling the big fishes for a bit I have seen so many fanarts where yuu starts to pet the tweels and they cling to yuu acting like those really clingy cats that when u pet them they feel the need to have both of ur hands or else u aren't fully committing to giving pets and they purr like loud as fuck too I would adore if there's an equal sound for mers similar to purring I think going "Furr/frr" is very cute just if the tweels were cats or THEY COULD PURR SOMEHOW I can hear them going either "fffRrrrRr...fur..FffFffrrr" or "ffffRRrrrRrrRRRRRR...FRR FRR FRR frr" if that makes sense

-Vaquita

I don't think eels can purr but some fish can and that gives me enough of an excuse to say that the twins do too lol

I like to think that they're a lot more expressive in their merforms than in their human forms since there's a lot of body language stuff that they don't always realize. I think the stripes and speckles on their bodies glow not only in response to being underwater and needing to see, but also to their emotions.

Surprisingly, Floyd is a lot better at hiding his body language than Jade, mostly because he is already outspoken and doesn't hide most of his emotions (most...not all of them). Jade on the other hand, it's like his body knows he's trying to be secretive and mysterious. The reality is that he doesn't like to be vulnerable with others, and part of that is being honest with his emotions. So his merform compensates all that repressed emotions by making him a motherfucking glow stick.

It's great though when cuddling with one of them! You have to go into a shallow pool of water if on the beach or go to the side of the pool that lets you sit. But you can tell he's content when his tail sways back and forth and there's a little rumbling coming from his chest. It sounds a mix of growling and purring, and vibrates your chest as he holds onto you.

He's especially fond of the way you run your fingers along his fins and spines. You know as a kid when your mom would gently scratch your back or arm to help you fall asleep? It feels like that, very pleasant and almost tingly. It's also just nice to be with the person you love and have them shower you with such soft and sweet affections, so he can't really help the way he reacts. If it happens to be dark, you might even see him dully glow in response, getting brighter every time you scratch a particularly good spot! Even his ear fins will react, drooping down when pleased, it's awfully cute.

It's nice to be soft and sweet, everyone else is so scared of him and worried about pushing the wrong buttons that they forget he's just a dude! He's just a guy who loves his partner and their sweet way of loving him! But maybe that's intentional, maybe only you are allowed to see this side of him. A privilege, truly.

#mochi asks #vaquita anon #twst #twisted wonderland #jade leech #floyd leech #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #this is my argument to write more sweet things with the twins #they deserve it as much as the suggestive stuff

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girlboytroylougferd · 8 months ago

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HHAHA YEAHHHHH

man someone must have a pet that sheds a whole lot if you guys are sobbing over your need for a lintroller

#quite funny if you ask me.#LINTROLLER SAVE MEEEEEEEEE #but actuslly i do have pets that shed a lot.... big dog with lots of furr #2 rats and thejr hair also gets everywhere somehow????#lizard sheds his skin every year too but he doesnt count in this

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saveyourblood · 4 months ago

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Pretty Boy - Ch 12 (Buddie x Reader)

Summary: You can feel Buck staring. When your eyes meet his, you realize he’s staring at your hand, which is still on Eddie’s knee. You slowly retreat, which makes Buck turn his attention to your face. You smile softly. He just looks out the window. The one where you’re an advanced paramedic, Buck and Eddie are firefighters, and you think you might be in love with both of them.

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch 7 | Ch 8 | Ch 9 | Ch 10 | Ch 11

Chapter Summary: The three times you take care of Eddie without asking + the one time he asks you to

(partially NSFW)

Word Count: 4k Warnings: Smut (starts halfway through the '4th time')

The first time you help Eddie, it’s to get Christopher ready for school.

Eddie is trying his best to keep their morning routine normal, but considering he isn’t working and he’s an arm down, it’s a little difficult. It’s more than a little difficult, actually, and not just for Eddie.

Watching Eddie struggle with what’s normally an easy task pulls at your heartstrings. You see his eyebrows get closer together as he frowns in concentration and his jaw clench in frustration. For the most part, you try to let him figure out by himself. When he gets really frustrated, though, or when you start to feel your heart peel apart, you step in. He lets out an angry sigh before eventually thanking you under his breath.

The four of you are sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast. Well, the boys are eating breakfast, and you’re drinking coffee. You’ve never been too big on breakfast, but especially since joining the 118, you enjoy the feeling of sitting with people you love and having a meal together.

“Do you know how to double-knot your shoes?” Christopher asks no one in particular.

You’re sitting next to Christopher while the men sit across from you. You give Eddie a look, then Buck. They look equally confused.

You laugh softly, nudging Chris’s shoulder with yours. “I sure do, buddy. What makes you ask?”

“My friend Darren says when he double knots his shoes, they stay tied all day ,” Chris explains between bites of cereal. “My shoes never stay tied all day.”

“Well, it’s not that hard to learn,” Eddie returns. “I can sh-”

He cuts himself off, and your stomach sinks.

It’s been two weeks since the shooting, one week since Eddie’s been home. He has at least another two weeks with his arm in a sling, which as far as he’s concerned, is two more weeks of hell.

The worst part (to Eddie, at least) is that it isn’t like he can’t move his arm; he just isn’t supposed to. He goes to physical therapy three times a week, and all things considered, he has a good range of motion. The physical therapy is good for the orthopedic surgery but not so great for the vascular procedure. Moving is a fine line between making things better and worse, and it’s a line Eddie is tired of walking on.

Eddie runs his good hand down his face, his fingers lingering on his jaw. There’s a distant look in his eye. You can tell he’s trying to keep it together for his son, but inside, he’s absolutely losing it.

“It’s really easy,” you promise. “Hey, how about we go put on your shoes, and I’ll show you?”

With a grin, Christopher pushes his chair out from the table and hurries towards the front door. You stand to follow him, but before you do, you give Buck a look.

He’s better at dealing with these situations. It’s one thing for you to tell Eddie everything will return to normal, but it means more when it’s coming from Buck because he’s been there . Buck was in a devastating accident at work, one that stole a limb from him for longer than imaginable. He knows the joy of the triumphs and the devastation of the lows better than you ever hope to. Where you brush things off and assure Eddie it’s not a big deal, Buck acknowledges how much it sucks. You both remind him it’s temporary.

You sit next to Christopher in front of the door. He’s slipped into both shoes already, tying the left one first. His eyebrow furrows in concentration, and you can’t help but notice how much he looks like his father. You smile.

When you hear Eddie and Buck start to talk, you turn your head to the kitchen.

“Look, I get it,” you hear Buck tell Eddie in a low voice. “One day, you’re running into buildings and climbing up Ferris wheels, and the next, you can barely put your own clothes on.”

“I should be able to teach my kid how to tie his own shoes.”

“He already knows how to tie his shoes, Eddie.”

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

You look back at Christopher, who’s finishing up tying his right shoe. You grin. “Alright, are you ready for this?”

He nods enthusiastically.

“It’s really simple,” you repeat, taking the loops of the laces in either hand. “You just cross them over, tuck one under, and pull it tight. It’s like tying your shoes twice. Wanna try?”

Chris reaches for his laces again.

“Like this?” Chris asks.

You give the bunny ears an extra tug for good measure before nodding your head. “Yeah, just like that. Good job.”

Buck clears his throat. “When I had my accident, I had to watch my girlfriend of two days move my mattress down the stairs because I couldn’t walk up them. It’s not easy, but it’s not forever, either.”

The second time you help Eddie, it’s with his hair.

He woke up with some gnarly bedhead that, evidently, is untamable; you’re spending the morning laying in bed lazily, and for the last 20 minutes, you’ve caught glimpses of Eddie in the master bathroom, combing his hair and making annoyed sounds.

By the time you approach the bathroom door, he’s throwing the comb in the sink out of frustration.

You raise your eyebrows. “What’s going on?”

“This one piece won’t move , no matter what I do,” Eddie says, gesturing to his head.

Most of his hair is slicked back with gel, firmly holding it in neat lines. However, one strand at the front refuses to cooperate and instead sticks straight up.

Three words immediately come to mind. They’re three words you’ve grown so used to saying over the last month. They’re three words that Eddie has grown infinitely tired of hearing.

“Can I help?”

Eddie let a sigh out through his nose.

It’s not about his hair. You both know that the most exciting thing going on today is a trip to the grocery store. He isn’t trying to make himself look good — he’s trying to make himself feel good. He’s trying to perform a menial task that, under normal circumstances, he does every day. And not being able to do it makes his attempt to feel good actually make him feel like shit.

Eventually, Eddie shrugs. “Go for it.”

You reach up and attempt to push back the strand gently. It stands straight up again, unwavering. You take a closer look and see that the roots of Eddie’s hair are a little shinier than normal.

You frown. “When’s the last time you washed your hair?”

His cheeks start to flush. “I try to every time I shower, but my hair has never been this long, and it’s hard to do with one hand.”

“Hmm,” you hum. You’ve moved on to simply running your hand over the rest of his hair. “I have an idea.”

You turn to the shower, which is a tub and shower combo. You reach down and plug the drain, then adjust the nobs until perfectly warm water rushes out of the nozzle.

Eddie frowns. “You’re gonna take a bath? That’s your idea?”

You laugh. “No, you’re gonna take a bath, and I’m gonna wash your hair.”

Eddie gives you an incredulous look. “What?”

“You heard me,” you said, pulling some of Buck’s fancy shampoo and conditioner out of a cupboard.

“Look, I appreciate everything you and Buck are doing, but you don’t have to —”

“Do you remember it?” You interrupt.

“Remember what?”

“The shooting. Do you remember?”

“Uh, bits and pieces,” Eddie says. “I remember the pain, and the back of the rig. The rest of it is either a blur or just… black.”

You set your hands on his shoulders. “We remember, okay? Buck and I… we remember every second of it. And we felt so helpless.”

You feel his shoulders sink. You move your hands to his neck. You pull him closer until your foreheads touch and you’re breathing the same air.

“We love you,” you whisper.

Eddie kisses you for the first time. He tastes like the mint toothpaste he used this morning, but there’s something familiar beyond that. There’s something so familiar about the way his tongue touches yours and the way his lips are a little chapped. It’s so warm and welcoming and unmistakably Eddie that you start to wonder why you haven’t been kissing him this whole time.

“We want to take care of you,” you whisper when you finally pull away. “Please, let me take care of you.”

When the bath is full of water, you help Eddie take his shirt off so that he can bend his arm as little as possible. He slides out of his sweatpants with ease, leaving his briefs on. You don’t say anything as he spins around on the tub's ledge, submerging his legs before slowly sinking the rest of his body into the water. It’s impossible to miss the breath of relief he lets out as he leans back into the porcelain.

You use the handheld spout to dampen his hair, slowly running your fingers through it to ensure you don’t miss a spot. When you can’t feel any dry spots, you trade the spout for the shampoo bottle, pouring some into your hands before rubbing them together. After making a decent lather, you run your hands through Eddie’s hair.

You can feel him relax into your touch. You use the tips of your fingers to create a nice lather on his scalp. After a moment, you hear him make a soft sound, like a happy hum. It brings a smile to your face.

After rinsing out his hair, you run a hand through his hair for a final time, setting the other hand on his shoulder. Eddie reaches up and takes your hand. You move it towards his chest, letting him grip your arm and lean into the touch.

The third time you help Eddie, it’s with an idea.

The three of you are navigating your relationship without much discussion, probably because it feels so effortless. You aren’t surprised when Eddie leans his head against your shoulder or when you see Buck place a hand on Eddie’s thigh under the table.

The three of you are on the couch, watching a movie. Buck has his arm around your shoulders while Eddie’s head rests in your lap. Buck lazily cards his fingers through Eddie’s hair as you stroke his cheek with your thumb. You frown, noticing how rough it is.

“You didn’t shave this morning?” You ask, looking down in your lap.

“I did,” Eddie says, eyes still fixed on the TV. “It’s the damn electric razor; it doesn’t get close enough.”

Eddie’s been out of the sling for a few weeks now, but he definitely isn’t at 100% yet. He can use his dominant hand more freely now, but repetitive tasks make his hand twitch and his shoulder spasm. The physical therapist says it will improve with practice and time, but Eddie has to make some adjustments for now. One of those adjustments includes swapping his normal straight razor for an electric one, which doesn’t sound like a big deal. However, it’s only 10 pm, and Eddie, a normally clean-shaven man, already has stubble.

You continue tracing your thumb over his face thoughtfully. “Maybe Buck could give you a shave.”

Both of their eyes move to you.

“Why me?” Buck asks. He doesn’t sound annoyed or opposed; he's just curious.

“I would, but I don’t have much experience shaving faces,” you explain.

Buck nods. He moves his arm from your shoulders to across the back of the couch, using it as leverage to push himself up and lean over Eddie’s face.

“What do you think?” Buck asks, his gaze bouncing between Eddie’s eyes and lips.

Eddie smiles. It’s a specific smile — his eyes close, and one corner of his mouth raises higher than the other. You’ve only seen the expression over the last two months of living with Eddie. He probably doesn’t even realize it’s a smile he reserves for you and Buck only.

You’re sitting on the closed toilet seat, one leg crossed over the other as you simply watch.

Eddie’s sitting in a chair from the kitchen that Buck moved to in front of the bathroom sink. Every movement Buck makes is methodical, from how everything is laid out to how he applies the shaving cream to Eddie’s face.

Buck picks up the razor and turns around. He puts his legs on either side of Eddie’s, squatting his legs so he’s more level with the other man’s face.

“Ready?” Buck asks.

Eddie puts his hands on Buck’s thighs, running his hands up and down. “Ready.”

Buck shaves a stripe down Eddie’s face from his sideburn to his jaw. Eddie tilts his head back, exposing his neck. Buck’s motions continue to be calculated, careful not to push too hard or go over the same area twice.

The entire time Buck works, Eddie explores his body with his hands. Considering how Buck’s tongue is caught between his teeth and his eyebrows are knitted in concentration, you wonder if he even notices… but you do. You see Eddie’s hands go from Buck’s thighs to his waist to his chest. You also notice that Buck is no longer hovering above Eddie but is now completely sitting in his lap.

When Buck is finished, he gently rubs a damp cloth over Eddie’s face, clearing it of any remaining shaving cream. He then tosses the rag in the sink behind him and instead uses his hands, making sure he didn’t miss a spot.

“Looks good,” Buck murmurs as he inspects his work.

Eddie moves his hands to Buck’s biceps. “Feels good.”

A dopey smile crosses Buck’s face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eddie promises, returning the smile. “Thank you.”

Buck kisses him.

The fourth time you help Eddie, he asks for it.

You’re lying in bed, scrolling on your phone before you turn in for the night. Eddie is beside you, trying to get comfortable. No matter the position, he just can’t seem to get comfortable; every few seconds, he’s either turning or letting out an annoyed sigh.

You sit up, flipping on the bedside lamp and setting your phone beside it.

“Sorry,” Eddie says immediately. “It’s my shoulder. It’s been bugging me all day.”

“It’s fine,” you assure. “Did you take anything earlier?”

“I’m trying not to,” Eddie says as he sits up, rocking his neck with a wince.

“Did you at least take Tylenol or Advil?”

Eddie rolls his shoulder, avoiding your eyeline.

“ Eddie.”

“I’m sick of taking pills every day,” he replies.

“Okay, I understand not wanting to take the Oxy or Vicodin, but you need something ,” you say, getting out of bed.

“But I shouldn’t!” Eddie retorts. “I shouldn’t need to take something just to feel normal.”

You’re in the bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet. You grab a bottle of Tylenol, dumping two pills into your hand. You notice that right next to it is a container of magnesium muscle rub; you’ve seen Buck use it after he works out a little too hard. You pick it up and return to the bedroom.

Eddie’s waiting for you propped up on his good shoulder.

“Put out your hand,” you demand.

He sighs but listens. He downs the pills and chases them with some water in a glass on his end table.

“You got shot, Eddie: you’re gonna need pills to feel normal for a while,” you say as you get back into bed. “Shit, I still have to take meds for my ribs sometimes, and that was almost 6 months ago.”

Eddie frowns. “You do? You’ve never mentioned it.”

You shrug. “It’s just part of my life now. I can’t change it, so I might as well do something to fix it.”

“It still sucks.”

“I never said it didn’t,” you reply, the semblance of a smile crossing your lips.

Eddie reaches up to his shoulder, forcefully working the muscle between his fingers. He winces as he does it, eyes screwing shut and lip curling up.

“Let me,” you interject, gently pushing away his hand.

Eddie stares at you for a moment. He wants to protest — you can just tell. Over the weeks, though, he’s gotten better at accepting help where you and Buck offer it, especially now that he’s becoming more independent.

You reach towards your nightstand, where you set the muscle rub. “Take off your shirt.”

Eddie snorts. “You first.”

You swat his arm before showing him the container. “Buck swears by this stuff.”

Eddie complies, grabbing the neck of his shirt and pulling it over his head. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the surgical scar on his shoulder blade. It’s a long, thick line, still pink from its freshness. The one on his chest isn’t much better, puckered and angry-looking from where the bullet entered. Your heart skips a beat every time you see the markings.

You open the container of muscle rub, and the strong smell of menthol greets your nostrils. You pick up a small amount with your finger because, judging by the smell, less is more with this stuff. You warm the product between your hands before gently placing them on Eddie’s shoulder.

You stay away from the scar and instead work on the surrounding muscle. You slowly push into his skin using your thumbs before dragging your touch over the taught muscle. You can feel the rest of his body tense at the contact.

You kiss the back of his neck, letting your lips linger over his skin. “Breathe.”

He listens, a long breath leaving his lungs at your command. As he exhales, you feel his body relax beneath your touch.

You continue, working your thumbs a little deeper. You can feel the taught muscle slowly loosening with each pass. Eddie grunts With each initial stroke, but as you work your way outwards, it becomes more of a moan.

“How are you so good at this?” he asks breathlessly.

“She had a lot of practice,” Buck says from the doorway.

You didn’t hear him come in, so you smile upon seeing him. He’s leaning a shoulder against the doorframe, legs crossed and hands in his pockets. He’s in an LAFD navy t-shirt and a pair of grey sweats. He must’ve showered at the station.

You briefly press your nose into the space behind Eddie’s ear. “I did this for Buck when he hurt his leg.”

You keep working at Eddie’s shoulder, and he’s becoming putty in your hands. You get up to the muscle between his shoulder and neck, and his breath hitches. When you press your fingers and move them outwards, Eddie leans his head back onto your shoulder. As you finish the stroke, you can feel his legs start to shake against yours.

“Jesus,” he whispers at the ceiling.

Buck is still in the doorway, but his posture shifts. You notice that the fabric around his crotch is tighter.

You smirk, turning your lips against Eddie’s ear. “I think he’s jealous.”

Eddie barely registers what you said, but Buck uses it as an invitation. He approaches the bed's edge, placing a gentle hand on Eddie’s chest. At this, Eddie straightens his head.

Buck looks at you, moving his hand up to Eddie’s neck. “You’re not the only one who likes taking care of him.”

You snake a hand around to Eddie’s front, palming his dick over his shorts. He gasps in surprise, his back arching up off of your chest. You use your other hand to press him against you again gently.

“You want us to take care of you, Eddie?” You ask, taking his earlobe between your teeth.

He nods vigorously.

Buck’s fingers reach under the waistband of Eddie’s shorts. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“I… I want it.”

Buck tuts, leaving his hands where they are. “What do you want, Eddie?”

“I want… fuck…”

You trace one hand over his chest while the other rubs circles on his stomach.

Buck pulls off Eddie’s shorts, leaving his underwear. He positions himself between Eddie’s legs, licking a stripe over his clothed, hardening cock. Eddie whimpers and throws his head back on your shoulder.

You nip at Eddie’s jaw, a grin clad on your face. “He won’t do anything until you use your words: trust me.”

Eddie’s hands rub up and down your legs on either side of him. “I want you to take care of me. Both of you.”

Buck slides off Eddie’s underwear, his half-hard dick bouncing back against his stomach. Buck takes it into his hand, and the sound Eddie makes sends a warm chill through your body.

“You are so goddamn stubborn,” Buck chastizes as he picks up the pace. “It drives me fucking crazy sometimes.”

“I’m… sorry,” Eddie whines out between ragged breaths.

“Oh, you hear that, babe?” Buck asks, looking at you. “He’s sorry.”

“He should be,” you hum, kissing Eddie’s shoulder.

Buck leans up and kisses you over Eddie’s shoulder as he continues working the other man in his hand. Between your tongues colliding and the short whimpers Eddie lets out, you can feel yourself getting wet with arousal. You remind yourself it isn’t about you — this is about Eddie.

Buck moves his mouth to in between Eddie’s legs. He peppers some kisses to Eddie’s inner thighs, each of which makes his muscles ripple in anticipation. You see Eddie’s hand reach out to Buck, and you quickly grab it.

“We’re doing all the work,” you say into his ear.

You feel Eddie shake as a chill runs down his spine. He doesn’t try lifting his hand again.

Buck takes Eddie into his mouth. He’s going purposefully slow, savoring the moan Eddie lets out. Eddie’s hips rock up, desperate for more sensation. You plant your fingers over his hip bones, holding him firmly in place.

“Feels good?” You ask innocently.

Eddie isn’t small, but Buck isn’t a quitter, so he moves his head forward until his perfect pink lips are flush with Eddie’s pelvis. He looks up at you both through his lashes, and you feel another wave of arousal wash over your body. It makes your skin tingle and forms a warm knot in your stomach.

Buck starts bobbing his head, working his mouth up and down Eddie’s shaft. You pin Eddie’s hands between your legs, and you’re still holding his hips in place. Eddie whimpers desperately and lulls his head in a few different directions, taking advantage of the little motion he can make.

“Do you want to cum, Eddie?” You ask, voice gravelly.

Eddie nods, eyes shut and eyebrows taut.

Buck comes off most of Eddie’s length, keeping only the head of his cock in his mouth. This makes Eddie whine, and the muscles in his stomach tense in protest.

“You have to say it,” you remind, kissing his shoulder.

“I… I want to cum,” Eddie whispers. “Ah, fuck, please… please let me cum.”

Buck continues working his mouth up and down Eddie’s cock. He adds a hand, keeping the movements rhythmic. Eddie’s breathing picks up as his legs start to shake.

“Let us take care of you,” you encourage, moving your hands to rub them up and down Eddie’s arms. “We’ve got you.”

You don’t see Eddie’s orgasm, but you feel it. His back relaxes against you completely as his hips jut forward. His legs stop shaking, the muscles now rippling under Buck’s hands. His head is perched on your shoulder, his mouth open and panting.

Buck finally comes up for air, a string of fluid momentarily keeping his mouth and Eddie’s dick connected. He wipes his mouth with the pad of his thumb with a smirk. It’s the same look he gives you after he goes down on you.

Your hands trace Eddie’s body aimlessly, eventually settling on his ribcage. Buck runs a hand over your hair and down your neck.

You smile. “My pretty boys."

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Macaque falls in love with Y/N? Maybe. It'd definitely be one-sided for sure.

Sorry, I'm just a sucker for the guy. Also, one-sided love is so fun to read. Loved the last request you answered psycho Macaque for the win.

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In front of him, two pieces of fabric. He pondered deeply, massaging his chin. Deep in his thoughts.

"Um, yes...yes, I see..." He esclaimed before throwing the two samples in the air. "They're the same color! I'm regretting helping you, Y/N!"

You laughed, putting on the small tablet the other samples of silk that the third and fifth sisters had brought for your dress. He collapsed on his back, in desperation, while you reached him, kneeling near him.

"I told you that it was a dirty job."

"Yeah, yeah, I know...butbi really wanted to help! As a future husband, it is my duty! And...for other reasons!"

"Other reasons?" You lay next to him, allowing him to take you in his arms, hugging you for comfort.

"Well, I can't see you in your dress, but I can imagine you!"

"Aaaw, aren't you the romantic one?" You said kissing his nose, which he enjoyed—maybe too much.

He guided you to his lips, depending on the kiss, trying to avoid tò becoming too aggressive and still taking the best from it.

"Oh gods," he gasped, his face contorted in a painful expression. "I regret this too!"

"Aaaw, baby, you wanted to keep your hands on yourself until the wedding night! Your words are not mine." You said with a mischievous grin on your face. He had to bite his tongue, avoiding Just screw everything up.

"Not the best idea of mine..."

"It was romantic! A lot to be fair."

"Yeah, and you're a walking temptation,he sighed in defeat. You had already shared your bed, to use others words, but the fact that he knew how good you were for him and putting some stakes made everything just so hard. He had urges, and so do you.

"Well," you continued caressing his chest. "We said nothing about kisUMPF!" And he didn't give you the chance to continue.

You stayed like there, enjoying each other in that small moment, well knowing that the line between a kiss and a falling into your desire was thin like hair.

A series of giggles and shush woke you up from the trance, which made you both remember that you were technically in an area full of other mobkeys instead of your shared house.

"Just in time, uh?"

"Yup!" You said standing up, reaching the door.

"AH AH! Brother, get a room, please!"

"So scandalous!"

"As your king, I demand respect!"

The group of monkeys Just started at him, expecting them to show respect?! Yeah, sure, believed that!

Míngzé, one of the more composed ones, and the one that had opened the door, with some awkwardness, had stepped inside.

"There's someone who said he knew you, brother." He asked for you and Lady Y/N."

"Someone?" He said sitting up.

"He's a brother from afar!"

"Must be Shen!" You said with a joyful voice, "Maybe he had finally decided to come visit!"

"In that case, let's not make wait the forefather!" Yuán Fèn made a Jumo on his feet, causing some laughter from his younger siblings while others ran away to go back to their duties. The day couldn't go wrong!

///

"Hello darling..."

A white furr as snow, a pair of glowing yellow eyes, emphasized by a deep black sclera, and six ears that heard your heart stop beating, in your chest.

He just smiled; it seemed an innocent, kind one, but you were sure that inside he knew that you were struggling to not just run away from him. He feaked ignorance; he was good at lying.

Yuán Fèn held you so close that you could feel his heartbeat racing, his breath getting heavy, and his eyes literally digging daggers in the other monkey.

"Look at you! You're radiant, you know that? Honestly, you're looking like AGH!" The Macaque was able to stop the sudden attack of his counterpart just because he had his weapon ready, just in case.

"What are you doing here?!" Yuán Fèn was gnashing towards him; the other monkeys were now screaming and mimicking his own action, ready to throw rocks and whatever kind of weapon was in their hands. The other one smiled, amused by the fact that he could still pull some stringer on you and him.

"Can't a monkey try to get in touch with his kind?!"

"Your kind?! AH! We have nothing to do with you!"

"Still salty for what I did? You almost kill me; I should lash out at you." He huffed, husing his tail to get free from the stalemate.

"I'm not here to cause troubles."

"Do you think I believe you?! After what you've done?!"

"Well, no, but I guessed that two kind ones like you would hear my pleas." He looked at you; he seemed to be mocking the fact that you were renowned to be a kind soul around these parts. You wanted just to get smaller and smaller, trying to disappear from his sight. Yuán Fèn had already blocked his eyes on you, putting himself in front of him.

"She's the kind one; I would love to smash your head."

More than a threat, the macaque rollers his eyes bored by the other monkey's hyper-portective behavior. Seriously, couldn't he just move in and forget that he tried to kill him, take his place, and almost amputate your leg? What a bommer.

"Listen, "he sighed," as much as I would love to kick your ass again."

"Yes, of course. Dream on."

"Thank you; I'm really here without malevolent intent! I...Need your help." By saying that, he gestured both of you.

You widened your eyes: he needed your what?!

Yuán fèn face contorted in a growling expression; he didn't buy it a single word, the Macaque was saying, and nobody wanted to hear his stupid plea of help. A small revenge for what he had done before...

The Macaque understood that the two of you weren't convinced, so he tried more.

"I've nowhere to go. As far as I know, the Celestial Realm never saw monkeys in a good way, and those old Bián huá survivors aren't the most nice with our kind. And, since it's clear I'll never regain my full power, at least I wanted to plead for asylum."

Yuán Fèn emitted an outraged scoff. How dare he ask for asylum?! Especially after what he had done! He went to you, moving away to discuss the matter, even if, for him, nothing was to debate.

"I'll make him leave. Just give me a few minutes, okay?"

You looked at him...then to the ground, biting your cheeks.

"...OOOOH no!" He crossed his arms. "You can't really consider him staying here!"

"Yeah, but...think about it! If he's here, we can control him, and he can have a home! Is a win-win!"

"I don't want a win-win; I want me to win and him to leave!" The monkey was exasperated by your suggestion. You sighed, massaging your temples.

"I want him around as much as you, but... leaving him dying out there won't make us different from him."

"...so you're basically telling me to be the bigger person?"

"Basically, yes."

He groaned in defeat. You were right, he had to be a good king, and even Wukong would prefer to be on good terms with that monster.

And, since now he knew that he was not a dead corpse rotting somewhere, he couldn't just let him run off like he was nothing. Again, you were right: keeping him near you both was a good way to monitor him.

"How much I wish to be the small one..."" he turned toward the macaque, suppressing the urge to smack away that smirk of his face.

"You can stay."

"Aaaw, brother, I know you-"

"Do not, Brother, me! I haven't finished!" He pointed the iron rod toward him. "If I even heard, no, sniff, that you're planning something, I'll erase the memory of you from this world. Am I clear?!"

His smirk disappeared from his face, sending the seriousness in the other tone.

"Crystalline."

///

You were so regretting it, and you and no one to blame but yourself. You were too arrogant to believe that you could stand even in the same place as him, and it was clear to everyone that this thing was stressing you out.

"Big sister, are you there?"

You looked at the small monkey, confused on why you were cleaning that pearl for five minutes straight.

"...y...yes!"

"You look worried... Is that creepy guy again??!"

When the small one started to greet her teeth like a small piranha, you were already in awe at how such a small cutie pie like that could become such a menace to the world.

Well, all the monkeys were cute until someone of their own felt threatened or there was a danger around. Which, to your prospective, were now both on the plate right now.

"Nooo, no, no! Please no more grrr and no more rawr here! I Just Need...some peace, that all."

Thing that was true, again, you were in a mental mess since you both decided to let that psycho stay at Mount Huaguo. You couldn't focus correctly, and the few times that you had to breath was when you had to visit the Spider sister to talk about the wedding and everything.

Every day was another fight. Despite you both letting the macaque stay, Yuán Fèn had always shown nothing but animosity towards the other male, and this had been murrored by the other monkeys.

Even if he was supposed to work alongside others, the same monkeys had tried to attack him or push him away. During the meals, he was forced to go and eat away from the group, and even the night he had to sleep somewhere else.

You stayed silent, observing the flowers and the flowers around you.

"Say, why don't you bring me one of these snacks that I like? ...We can share!"

The promise of free food made the monkey dart from her spot to the door in a second, disappearing in a few screams and laughter.

You too laughed with yourself, giving you the chance to calm lady down and relax in the silence. Who knows, a good action could have led to such successful events? Well, it was better to not think about it at the moment...

You were almost there, ready to fall in a small nap, when you sensed the light of the sun from the window was clouded by something. You didn't think about it at that moment...

"Slacking of work, uh?"

You gasped and rose up immediately, looking at the window. His white tail moved slowly in waves, his chin on his hands, looking at you with some half-open eyes.

You jumped on your own two feet, pointing one of the many hairpins at him as a makeshift weapon.

"What are you doing here?!"

"I'm enjoying the view, of course!" He used that cheerful tone, reminding you of the day that he almost made you list a leg. He snickered, lowering down the hairpin with his tail.

"Relax, I'm not here to make a mess...for now."

You rolled your eyes, forced now to go back to the jewelry instead to relax like you were doing a few minutes before.

"Those are a lot of treasures here," he said, getting down from the window and taking one of the gens with his foot. "Have you decided to steal someone?"

"They are garmet for my wedding robe. Friends had sent too much of these, and now I had to decide which one I wanted."

"Wedding,?!" He threw away the gen that you caught before he could break it. "And since when did monkey get married?!"

"Since," you said, start to save everything from his grasp," me and Yuán Fèn are pretty much very in love, and since it's something nice to be done."

"OOOOH, so you coerced the poor king?"

"I didn't coerce him!" You said offended." He proposed, and I accepted! ...like you could understand..."

Why he had to put his nose in your business?! He was lucky that it was you around and not your fiancé since he was already One step closer to smashing his skull.

"And by the way," you said, fixing on yourself another pair of earrings. "Why are you here? Aren't you suppose to work?"

"Well, I did have the intention to help around, but," he said, sitting on the edge of the window, "your future husband's little servants didn't enjoy my presence...so I left them."

"Wait, wait," you started to face him, a little more concerned than before. "They told you that?"

"Not exactly the same words, but gritty teeth and snarls are quite explanatory themselves."

So it wasn't just about the food and sleep, even in the working hours...you started to scratch your arm, nervous from this revelation. A part of you wanted him to suffer, yes, but another knows that this was too much.

Despite their mimicking of normal human lives, monkeys were still monkeys. He was a stranger—one that once had even hurt you and their leader. If you two felt unsafe, the entire group needed to intervene, and even if you did accept him, more for pity than for anything else, you still felt uneasy around him, and they were acting for you.

"Maybe I could...try to talk to them?"

He arched his head, now looking at you with a curious glim in his eyes.

"I mean, to let you help. So they'll gonna Let you work and won't make a fuss about it."

He stayed silent after your suggestion. Then he started to giggle, then chuckled, until he just erupted in a big laugh.

"You...want...you want to...oh oh! This is hilarious! You think that they will listen?!"

"Yes, they will!" You responded with an offended tone in your voice.

He calmed his laugh and took a step closer to you. This time, you didn't flitch.

"Darling...Y/N...honey, this is not a human village...and the monkey king servants hates me more than everyone else does!...but it's not all bad."

"Ah!" Now this was your time to laugh, feeling more irritated with those nicknames. "Pray to tell?"

"Firstly," he started with his finger, "I can do what I want, and no one cares what I do until I do something bad. And second..."

He paused, looking at your figure. Your foot was tapping on the ground, your eyes were thinging, and your face was in an annoyed glare. He stopped more closer; only now you noticed the vicinity, which made you uncomfortable. His finger touched your face, giving you a small buffet on your cheek.

"If I'm busy working, I can't mess with you."

You gulped; all your bravado left your body.

He enjoyed that view, seeing you all a mess. After trying to sound so strong. He could really look at that forever...until a small monkey started to throw at him snacks that you like.

///

"You want WHAT?!" You covered your ears, while Yuán Fèn had literally thrown away the apples that he started to pick.

You had to avoid the fruits too, but you never lost sight of your husband.

"It's just letting him work! It's not such a bad option!"

"I would love to help you, Y/n, but you can't ask the others to accept him!"

"But why?!"

"Because," he jumped down the tree, cleaning one of the fruits that he had picked and gave it to you. "Monkeys don't work well with threats."

"I'm not saying that you have to threatened them!" You have a bite of the fruit. "I'm just saying that they need to learn how to cooperate!"

He hummed, thinking about your idea. He knew how kind you could be—too much for your own good, but he had to admit that you were right on your own part.

"So... less he stays around, less he's going to do evil staff?"

"More or less, yes!"

He hummed again, clearly reconsidering your idea. And, by the way, he needed to work around the colony, or he would be Just a freeloader... A freeloader with an evil plan. And, since all of this happened when he couldn't come to kick his butt After touching you, it seemed like a pretty good option on his part.

The next day, with your satisfaction, you heard about the Macaque being part of the team that was supposed to take care of the vegetables, and, with the same satisfied smile, you decided to go and take a look.

You founded him there, taking care of the snails and the small parasites against some lettuces—clearly not a job for someone that wanted to take the place of Sun Wukong.

"Enjoying your work day?" You chirped happily, and the monkey looked at you with an annoyed glare. How the table turns...

"I would prefer," he putted a snail in the bucket, "to have a more... less parasitic job."

"Ooh, don't be such a baby! You're doing great!" You laugh while the monkey just sighed while fighting another snail.

///

As every night, he took what he needed and left the area where everybody was supposed to eat.

"Hey," you looked at Yuán Fèn. "Where he's going?" He looked at the monkey, following your finger, chewing a small piece of rise bun.

"I guess he's going to eat alone."

"Alone? Why?"

"I don't think the others are feeling that safe to have him around."

You looked at the macaque, eating alone under a tree—not so far but not that near to track attention. You felt again that sensation in your chest, the pressing feeling... and you were getting the name of it.

You felt guilty.

He gave a small sip of his soup when he noticed the movement of a skirt, the smell of meat near him, and a not-so-stranger perfume.

"Your fiancé is going to kill me."

"Maybe, but I'll spend eternity with him. One lunch with you, what could happen?"

He looked at you between his eyelids, hiding between them and the small spoon. How curious you were with that strange attitude of yours. Firstly, you were ready to smack him with a broom. Now you were there, eating your dinner all nice and cozy, with no trace of fear of his past actions. Well, maybe there was still some fear, but maybe you started to grow out of it?

And, while the two of you were eating in silence, you didn't notice the approaching of three young monkeys. Those were some teens, and by the looks of them, they were training in the martial arts. They sat a few meters away, looking at the two of you, sharing looks and talking between themselves. You noticed them and felt a rush of nervousness.

"Calm down," the macaque spoke. They just want to talk to me."

"Oh! And how do you know?" He just trapped one of his six ears, making you remember that he had an amazing gift there. You looked at the small group back again, then called for them.

"Come closer! He doesn't bite!" He begged to differ.

The three monkeys didn't lose that chance to get closer to eat alongside you and pester with question one of the few that put their future king down. It was a peaceful night, even if all of you were under the not so pleased eyes of your lover.

///

Days start to pass, and with the change of the sky, even the Macaque had to noticed some changes in him.

Before, he was feared, hated, left behind, and mistrusted. Now he has to look at three teenage monkeys that want to become stronger and that want to learn something different. He has duties around the colony, and a few ask him for his consulence. He wasn't always welcome, but he was tolerated by the others—all because of little you.

You with that almost bothersome optimistic nature, you with that annoying way to look at everyone and try to see equality, you with that kindness that had made enemies trust you.

You feared him; he hurt you. When did you stop feared him and felt sympathy?

Oh, wait, he knows when... that time at the river...

"Now, be honest with me." You said, posing down the scroll full of names and invitations.

"Why were you trying to steal the relics? I got the all-powerful being thing, but it was just that? Nothing less?"

He darted his eyes from his disciples to you, cursing your curiosity and your ability to read between lines. He sighed, shifting his weight from one leg to another.

"What am I to you?"

"An edgy monkey."

"Not that, i mean regarding the story."

You moved your head, trying to understand his words. What you knew was that he was some kind of evil monkey that wanted to take his place during the journey, but their motivations or his reasons never were explained at all. By the time you needed to find the reason, he understood about your confusion.

"I guessed, back there, "he finally spoke," that if I was able to get the sutras, everyone would have finally acknowledged me. What I didn't understand back there was that Sun Wukong was behind this... and I was supposed to be just his copy forever."

His silence struck you, but not as much as his words. So that was it? He wanted to exist as himself... Despite the senplicity, for someone that was bound to be Just Sun Wukong, the evil twin It was... A lot

That's why he wanted the relics; with those he would have been able to exist. To you, it felt simple yet so complicated.

"I do believe you exist."

He turned around, looking at you. Your face was adorned with that gentile smile that had bound many before him.

"I don't think you need the relics for this, but, as much as it could matter, I do think you exist for everyone else."

From that day on, after those words, you were more Kinder than before. You searched for him, asked him things, walked with him, and more.

And so his mind started to act different.

He wanted for you to search for him, to meet him, to call for him. He wanted you to desire for him to burn like that flame in his chest.

He wanted you, and he knew how wrong It was... but after all, he was bad...

He believed that it was just a small fantasy, something like a silly idea. How could he love? Love was above him, a creature born only to be the malice of someone else.

He always wanted to be more; no one even cared to understand...but you did. You talked to him; you gave him a second chance, and he opened himself to you.

You have that power over Yaoguais, tò Just be so fucking nice and gentle, to be a different view.

You made him imagine things. You made him dream of courting you, to take you away from that wedding of yours, far too near to his own liking. He dreamed of fighting properly against the Destined One and winning you, and...and you were happy. You were happy to be with him.

///

"Thank you for the help. I REALLY needed another pair of arms!"

He hummed, looking around, trying to see if someone was looking for you or if you were watched.

No one was around...

"So you were saying that those mushrooms were on this side of the mountain?"

"Yeah... Just a little further. It's far from the village, so no one comes here."

Why did you have to be so trustful? Why did you believe that he had changed? He would have tried this if it wasn't for your naiveté.

No... No It wasn't you... It was him, the bad guy of the story.

While you both get deeper in the mountain, he opted so many times to stop, to just find some mushrooms and leave it...but he was too deep now, and he didn't want to stop.

Hours passed, and more you both got on that road, and more darkness started to fall. But you felt safe—too much safe, and he was taking advantage of that.

Finally, you spotted what you were searching for, under the base of a lonely tree. You gasped, happily knowing that your search did give you results, and you ran towards those mushrooms, starting to pick them up.

"There are so many! Look! Ah! You're so good at finding staff!"

You didn't see his body moving towards you, his staff in his hand.

You would understand; you always do. He would even take the form of Yuán Fèn if you wanted, just to make you happy and comfortable, but he needed it.

He needed the love you showed the other to him. He wanted your total attention.

He wanted you.

He prayed for your forgiveness while rising his staff.

"There! Done! I guess these are...uh?"

He was gone? Where did the Macaque go?

///

The trident puerced his shoulder, going so deep that the metal met the wood. The macaque needed to hold a scream of pain, scratching the metal of that weapon and trying to break free from it.

Erlang's piercing eyes didn't show remoteness against the monkey; she stopped to look at him with a silent hate and disdain.

"Despicable One... She trusted you, and this is how you're repaying her?! I knew I should have acted immediately when you set foot at Mount Huaguo, but I couldn't believe you could go this far."

The macaque looked at the celestial being in front of him. So that was why many other deities had left alone the mountain because of the sacred divinity protection?

"Big words," he mattered between his hiss of pain, "for someone that kiled monkeys for sport!"

Erlang looked at him without trace of any emotion this time; he hated when people used old mistakes to make him feel bad, like he wasn't already.

"And I'm not the one that is trying to take away another groom's bride."

The Macaque was intelligent enough to see something else in that pure hate look on the divinity's face, and he couldn't hold a laugh at the event that was unfolding upon him. Erlang looked at him, annoyed by his antics.

"So you fell too, uh?! You fell for her! This is too good to be true!"

"I suggest you to watch your mouth, monkey."

"I watch mine, but at least I have some guts to actually act. You're nothing but a coward, too afraid of rejection than fighting for the hand of the one you love!"

Erlang didn't answer his provocation, yet he saw it. In his eyes, he did leave a mark with his words. The Celestial being freed the monkey from his grasp, but his weapon was still pointed towards him, even when he was at his knees.

"It's because I love her so much that I decided to stand back. And for love, I'll keep fighting to be his protector and shield against the skies and the other celestials. And I gladly can make some space for you too, monkey."

Despite the threat, the macaque couldn't do anything but smile. So that was it, eh? Old Erlang Shen has fallen for you and wanted to be your champion. He could have had another joker, but the idea of dying wasn't appealing at all.

"I trust that my words reached you, monkey." His weapon was sharper than ever right now.

"They did, sacred divinity."

And so that was his destiny—long for something that he wished but couldn't have—such was his life, uh?

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