Mk X Shy GF Reader, With The Mk Clones? Set During The Episode Duplicatnation Where Mk Is Dealing With

Mk x shy GF Reader, with the Mk clones? set during the episode Duplicatnation where Mk is dealing with the fact he accidently got carry away with making clones, but not only that, he has to now deal with them fawning all over his girlfriend in their own ways and getting her EXTREMELY flustered and embarrassed, And are our poor boy is getting REALLY jealous.

“Too Many”(1244 w.c.)(Romantic one shot)

MK/Clones x Shy!Fem!Reader

pronouns: she/her

CW: slight possessiveness

One second, y/n was enjoying some quiet time at Pigsy’s because hey, there was a little too much chaos in her life at the moment, and the next, she was apparently texted to meet her lovely boyfriend at Sandy’s boat. This she didn’t mind. Sandy was such a sweet guy, and she’d be lying if she said spending time with the therapy cats wasn’t one of her favorite things to do. 

It was what happened when she got there that was a problem.

The boat was not only a new color, but she could see that familiar red bandana and messy brown hair hard at work painting it. She smiled knowingly, hopping up onto the deck to greet him. 

“MK, hey!” She went to hug him like she always did, but when he turned around, something was terribly off. His eyes had a crazed fire dancing in them as he wielded a paintbrush. But he still returned her affection.

“Y/n! Good, I was hoping you would be fast! I want to paint you!” He explained. She wasn’t opposed to the idea, but she certainly was thrown off by his mannerisms. 

“Like, right now? I’m not sure—“

“All you have to do is sit and be pretty. You’ll look perfect at any angle!”

Even if he was a little unhinged, she was still blushing at his comment. She went and sat on the stool across from a canvas he’d set up, choosing a simple pose that wouldn’t take long—theoretically.

“Beautiful! Yes, you’re the perfect muse!” He beamed, getting to work on an underpainting. Her heart was racing and she felt her face grow hot at his compliments. She held as still as she could, out of worry for what might happen if she shifted even a little. A solid half hour must have passed by now…But her arms were getting tired in the position she was holding them, so she mustered up the courage to say something.

“Hey, can I just take a quick break? Have you got a sketch down?” She asked. The artist stepped away from the canvas, humming while he looked at her. 

“I suppose…just hurry back, okay? This will be a masterpiece as long as you’re here.”

She hopped off of her seat and gave him a quick kiss as she exited the boat, choosing to head back into the city and get something to eat, maybe even stopping at the arcade…Mei was there, right? They hadn’t gotten to hang out lately.

Walking into the building, she could tell once again that something was wrong. But she pushed that feeling aside and continued in, getting some tokens and enjoying some of the games at the front by the entrance. But the music was muffled, like it was only coming from the back of the building, so y/n went to the back and saw two tall guards in front of the door. Once they saw her coming, they immediately opened the door for her, and she hurried past them with a quiet “thanks”. 

Gods, being in that space was already overwhelming—it smelled like soda pop and smoke machines. The music reverberated through the floors that lit up with each beat. And it was crowded past capacity, most likely. Someone was yelling from the DJ booth, but she couldn’t make out the words. 

“Y/n, thank goodness. You need to talk to your boyfriend.” Mei emerged from somewhere in the crowd, taking y/n by her arm and practically yelling to get her point across. 

“But I was just with him on the boat!” She yelled back.

“Then who’s the guy wearing leopard print sitting in the booth?!” 

The two girls got to the front of the room, and lo and behold, there was MK. Y/n was beyond confused. If he was here, then who was the artist she’d just spent time with? He peered through his slitted neon glasses at her, reaching over the turntable and yanking her into the booth with him. It was only a little easier to hear.

“Aw yeah, the life of my porty is here! It’s good to see you showed up!” He exclaimed, giving y/n a kiss. 

“Porty? MK, what are you talking about? What about the painting?”

“Huh? What painting, yo?” He shook his head with a smirk. “Whatever, anyways, c’mon, join in! Let’s make some sweet tunes to get these guys moving!”

“No, hang on, how long have you been in here?” She stopped him, trying to figure out exactly what was happening.

“No idea, babes, all I know is I’m throwing the best porty this arcade has EVER seen!” He put one of the headphones over his ear, before pressing some buttons that changed the music and got things going again. Now that y/n could see the whole crowd, she could also see that they all looked like zombies…some were slumped on the floor, others were trying to keep dancing but stumbled and dragged their feet. Some were even hiding from MK’s sight. Mei was standing by the entrance to the booth, and she didn’t look too hot either. 

“MK, you need to chill out a bit, okay? Let’s go play some games, just you and me.” Maybe if y/n played her cards right, she could get him to be distracted long enough that the crowd could disperse. 

“Not right now, sweet cheeks. After this set, definitely!” He responded. 

“What do we do? He’s lost his mind!” Mei took y/n’s hand again to get her away from the crazed DJ. Y/n shrugged, racking her brain for solutions. 

“Let’s get out of here! There has to be an exit!” She said. 

“Sorry, sweet heart. No one’s leaving this porty!” The DJ came up behind the pair, yanking them both deeper into the booth.

Hours passed as Mei and y/n were stuck inside a giant claw machine. On the plus side they weren’t stuck on the dance floor, but on the downside they were trapped in a much bigger problem than before.

That is, until the skylight broke. Their saving grace was here, hopefully the REAL one. They couldn’t make out what Real MK and Porty MK were saying to each other, but y/n was just overjoyed that MK was okay. What scared the crap out of her were the countless evil clones that were trying to fight him and how she couldn’t really tell who was where doing what. Golden light was everywhere, and before they both knew it, y/n and Mei were out of the claw machine and out of harm’s way. But they were back in the booth, standing behind Real MK. 

“Wait, how can you tell who’s who? He might be the porty clone!” The DJ said. 

“It’s ‘party’!” Mei said.

“Aw man, I played myself.”

And then he disappeared. Y/n was still comprehending the fact that all of that just happened, but of course the explanation was three simple words: “mystic monkey business”. 

“Y/n, are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” MK approached y/n, pulling her into a hug that she recognized as his hug. She leaned into him, trying to calm down a bit.

“No, I’m not hurt. Just…frazzled, I guess. Promise you wont make any more clones, okay??” She pulled away from him, grabbing his arms and shaking him back and forth. He laughed the whole time.

“I promise, I promise!”

Lmao probably has nothing to do with the plague but I fainted for the first time in my life last night. Unpleasant. 2/10 would not recommend

-still jackal

Fun funky fact: there are 4 people in my house. 3/4 of them have the plague. One of those people is me :/ so I apologize if posting slows down a bit, I’m still gonna answer stuff it just might take me a minute.

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Jackal

Oneshot idea! (Platonic) Swk x His extremely young stone monkey child (whether he created them biologically or magically doesn't matter) Set during the episode 'Amnesia rules' where Swk loses his memories, and in this case, the memory he's a father and that's his baby, so when he see's them he just gusting over them because "O.m.g. Tiny baby monkey, aren't you the fuffiest, cutest thing! (*o*) *gasp!* They called me Baba, I HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED." P.s. hope you feel better soon, had the plague too.

1, thank you anon! I’m almost all recovered :D

2, this is the sweetest request I’ve ever received and I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH :OO literally the cutest thing I ever did see,,,

sorry it’s super short my brain is legitimately mush

“Embrace For Impact” (Amnesia! Wukong x baby monkey!reader)(PLATONIC)(oneshot, 320 wc)

Traveling with the monkey kid and his friends honestly didn’t seem like a bad idea at first, especially when (name)’s way of convincing their pa to let them go with them was by stowing themselves away in his cape. When the group inevitably found them, they agreed to let them stay. Now here they were, supervising Mr. Tang and Pigsy as pa…meditated? Slept? They weren’t really sure, but he wasn’t giving them attention, which annoyed them. 

So, when there was some sort of problem that warranted Pigsy to sock Wukong in the mouth, (name) half expected him to spend time with them when he was awake. But instead, he took on an…odd…personality. 

“Hm. I must’ve scared the demon off. It’s safe to come out, master! You too, piglet.” 

They laughed as Pigsy got upset at the nickname. When they did, Wukong turned around fast to look at them. 

“Baba, that’s not his name!” (Name) giggled. Wukong gasped and got close to them, standing over them as his eyes lit up.

“Oh. My. Goodness. You are the cutest thing I have EVER seen!” He ruffled their hair. They chirped happily, especially when he picked them up. 

“Monkey king, that’s (name).” Tang said. 

“(Name)? That’s a perfect name for them!” He cooed, absolutely melting over how cute they were. Getting caught up in all the Samadhi Fire business had made everyone lose their sense of having some fun, so even if the monkey king had lost his memories, this was a nice change of pace. 

“Baba, I’m hungry, can we eat?” (name) asked. As fun as this was, they hadn’t gotten a snack in a while.

“We also have to keep our eyes peeled, we don’t know where that demon went.” Pigsy said. 

“DID YOU HEAR THAT?! They called me baba! I’ve been ACCEPTED!” Wukong cheered, lifting (name) up above his head as they squealed.

Yeah, things were gonna be fine.

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