LMK oneshots! shadowpeach, spicynoodles, etc (fluff and smut)

I don't like you! (shadowpeach)

(An: this is a shadow peach one shot no smut here fellas!!)

No one's pov:

Wukong was having a splendid time this weekend but then fell ill out of nowhere like if a curse was put apon him. But no- it was just a cold.

Wukong gathered all his strength to pick himself up and collect himself just to be met at the front door of Macaque's house. "M- Macaque? Can I enter it's freezing out here!?" Wukong banged on the door feeling lightheaded as if he was about to pass out on the doorway.

He soon started closing his eyes leaning on the door. He expected to hit the floor in seconds but no it was something soft. Macaque.

Macaque caught him in time,picking him up as Wukongs nose was a red shade with his eyes Peircing tears.

"Stupid Wukong..."

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It was now 12am and macaque was just scrolling through messages on his phone (yes they have phones in this one) Bro was always the first one to be talking in text except for when with wukong or MK.

Wukong had slowly starting opening his eyes he tried to sit up since he and Macaque were on a bed. It wasn't a good plan...Wukong hissed as his body shook under him,he had zero energy due to this "curse". "Take it easy there peaches...look at your hands."

Wukong had only tried moving his back but when he looked at his hands he was met with duct tape all around them. Even his knees and feet where tied up!

"UGH- MACAQUE LET ME OUT I NEED TO TAKE A PISS!!" Boy was this king full of himself. "Fine ugh! I'm only taking your hands and knees off. Okay?"

"HELL NO!"

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"I hate you."

Wukong ended up giving in but as he exited the bathroom he started feeling worse and worse by the second. "Pfft- looks like old monkey king is beaten up with the power of sickness!" Wukong ignored him as he jumped on the bed filled with blankets under him.

Wukong soon started shivering roughly. There was no escape to this mess. "Why didn't you get under the covers?"

"Im just tired,I feel like shit, I want to cry a river like I swear on my life!" Wukong stuffed up his nose not wanting to ask for a napkin. He soon started crying like a baby.

"Here let me help."

Macaque went to the bathroom pulling out some ibuprofen, cough syrup,tissues, and a wet towel to place on Wukong's forehead. He had no business taking care of the old hag but decided to do so. After the treatment macaque had done wukong started feeling better in a while.

It had now turned to 4am. Nothing seemed to bother wukong anymore as he was now drifted off to somewhere in his sleep. Macaque joined him he knew it was risky since wukong could still be sick but it wasn't anything terrible.

Macaque's POV:

I knew the risk I was putting apon myself was bad but could you blame me? He was whining and absolutely annoyed the living Buddha out of me.
Jeez his body is still shaking even when under like 3 blankets?

I went under the covers to be welcomed with warmth. I almost drifted to sleep but then I felt something on my leg. "Wukong's tail?...wukong your tail is wrapped around my leg get it off!" I whispered in his ear. Of course he's not going to respond...I'll just deal with it.

Who knew sleeping with a tail around your leg is kind of comforting..."do I like wukong...no no definitely not he's my enemy or well supposed to be enemy...I don't like him" then I went to sleep alone with my thoughts.