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obssessivethorn · 4 months

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Yuu Makes Constant References No One Else Gets

Since I started playing Twst Wonderland, I can’t help but imagine Yuu starting out by constantly making references to pop culture and memes from their world only to realize midway through that no one else around them will understand it

Just imagine:

In the early stages of the game, Yuu starts to gradually feel more comfortable around their friends, mainly Ace, Deuce, and Grim

At first, they slowly start to feel at home again

They’d begin loosening up and speaking more like how they would in their home world

In this case, that means more references and obscure humor

Especially if we’re basing Yuu’s home world on our current day world

There are so many intricate inside jokes on the internet that wouldn’t make an ounce of sense to anyone who has never been exposed to that kind of environment like we have

So, when Yuu first made an obscure reference in a conversation with the Single Braincell Gang™, they fall back into their closed off space

Because they’re not from here

They have a whole other world to get back to

If they can even get back to it

And while Ace and Deuce may not be the brightest, the two had gotten to know Yuu enough to know that something was off with them. They just couldn’t place what

After the first few slip ups, Yuu had started talking less and less

They started letting Grim speak for the both of them more often, only speaking when others addressed them or when it was about a topic concerning Twisted Wonderland

From an outside point of view, nothing seemed to have changed. They still hung out with the other first years, laughed and teased their friends, and regularly asked or answered questions in class

But those closer to the Ramshackle prefect could sense the hesitation whenever they were about to say something

“You should have seen Crewel’s face when Deucey asked that question!” Ace recounted the event between fits of laughter. Yuu sat with the other first years at their (unspokenly claimed) lunch table, happily chuckling at their boys’ antics. They held Grim in their lap, being used as his personal high-chair like usual, subconsciously running one of their hands through the monster’s soft fur and munching on their own sandwich with the other. “I wouldn’t have asked such a stupid question if I wasn’t so tired from you keeping me up all night with your complaining about that test we have today!” Deuce retorted, grumpily taking another bite of his egg noodles. Though he looked away from his friends, the flustered blush on his cheeks was still easily seen by the group. The prefect let out another giggle, “I swear, Crewel looked exactly like that one meme with the lady surrounded by all those different equations-!” “Huh? Is that a new one I haven’t seen?” Epel asked, his head cocked to the side in question. Had it been any other situation, Yuu might have found it cute. But their embarrassment was too strong for any thought like that to surface. “Ah-! Nevermind, sorry. It’s an old meme from my home world.” They let out an awkward laugh before looking down and stuffing another bite of their sandwich into their mouth. Their face felt hot and they wished for nothing more than the floor to open up and swallow them, never to be seen in Twisted Wonderland again. “Y-yeah, and then Crewel assigned Juice like, a hundred more pages of homework to make sure he understood the topic!” Quickly, Ace diverted the others’ attention back to him, no doubt after sending a look of pity to the prefect. “Hundre-! It was only ten!” Deuce exclaimed, mouth full of pasta. Yuu could only mentally thank Ace for saving them from the piteous stares from the others. It was no secret that home was a sore subject for the prefect. Any time they spoke about it, their eyes would glaze over with nostalgic longing. Ace and Deuce would often ask them about traditions or cultures back in their world, both out of interest and because the two knew Yuu loved telling them about it.

Other times, however, aren’t grim reminders of how Crowley isn’t actually looking for a way home

Instead, they have these little moments with themself where they make references to things from their home world as an inside joke

Even if they don’t understand, Yuu’s friends still notice the tiny smirks or held laughs on occasion

But they’d never say anything about it, because it’s obvious how the small joke grounds Yuu and comforts them with the familiarity

“C’mon! We’re all in this together!” Yuu hastily spouted, trying to stop Ace from running away from his cleaning duties, again. Before Ace could even respond, the prefect immediately let out a bout of laughter and grabbed the boy’s arm, yanking him down the hall while humming a song he’d never heard before between occasional giggles.

Yuu starts recording Grim who is knocked out on their bed. Light snores come from the fluffball. Yuu is heard sniffling behind the camera. “Oh meow meow get up,” they croak. Their hand comes up to lightly shake Grim, stirring him awake and now very confused. “Oh shit meow meow, I thought you was dead-,” Yuu giggles out, further confusing a very dazed Grim

“C’mon, Yuu, the question’s not that bad!” Epel said in between laughs. “Yeah, Yuu! It’s just three more of these!” Ace could barely get the words out as he slowly collapsed in silent laughter. He slid further down in the library chair he occupied, hand clasping his chest in an effort to breathe yet still remain quiet. “No, I’ve had it! I am disgusted!” Yuu continued to furiously pack their materials. “I am revolted!” They fumble in closing their notebook and quickly give up, letting the papers crumple up as they shove it into their bag. “I dedicate my entire life to our lord and savior Jesus Christ, and this is the thanks I get?” The rest of the first years watch as Yuu slings their bag over their shoulder and promptly makes their way out of the library. Ace practically gasps for air. Epel finds himself in a giggle fit, unable to stop. Deuce is a mixture of confusion, amusement, and horror while he very obviously is still processing what just happened. Sebek can only look surprised, unsure of how to proceed. And finally, Jack is just as surprised but is holding back his own chuckles that threaten to spill.

“Ace, you idiot! There’s a ‘b’ in ‘subtle’.” Deuce scolded. “What?! Where’s the ‘b’?” “There’s a bee?” Yuu’s quivering voice quietly broke the tension. “Yuu!”

“Whoa, Yuu, I honestly didn’t know you could do that!” Yuu looked at him with a deadpan expression bordering on offended. ”Do you think I fuck around?” (definitely more obscure but if you understand this i love you) ((Hint: Brennen Lee Mulligan in a Game Changer episode))

Any g-note plays and Yuu’s eyes widen in recognition

“Floyd, Jamil, Ace. You guys gotta get your head in the game.”

Whether you wish to view it as romantic or platonic, the fact in undeniable that the cast is weak to hearing and seeing Yuu ramble on about things back from their world, specifically the first years or Heartslabyul boys

I personally really like the headcannon that only really the Heartslabyul boys, and maybe the rest of the first years, are in on Yuu being from a different world. It makes certain moments hurt just a bit more with the idea of little to no one knowing that Yuu is meant to inevitably leave. But i digress

Yuu could just be reminded of their favorite dish back home or a song they were obsessed with when they were younger, but the way they talk about it is mesmerizing to the boys. Their eyes light up with an aching mixture of nostalgia, longing, and joy. Recounting old stories or stupid trends they participated in never fails to crack just the slightest bit of a smile on their lips.

For some odd reason, the way they describe their home world feels like taking a sip of a warm drink on a cold winter day. Comforting in all the right ways. Warming you from the inside despite the harsh environment surrounding.

Not only does Yuu make it all sound like a fantasy at times, which is technically true given it’s a different world/dimension, but they somehow give the boy a strange glimmer of hope too. Like they too will have a chance to visit and experience the same joys. Only, there’s no chance of that happening. Right?

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gh0stsp1d3r · 3 months

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Omg I love all your fics and was wondering if I could request a wonka x reader where she is Mrs. Scrubitts child and she secretly takes care of noodle and she falls hard for Willy and try’s to stop him from signing the contract.

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I love thissss! Readers adopted, I did kinda change it so that they had some more chemistry ): Might make a part 2, if anyone wants one

You watched from behind the counter, along with Noodle. You both peered through and looked at the new man coming in.

He was attractive, and he spoke with a smile on his face. You both were crouched down, out of sight from your adoptive mother.

Noodle looked to you knowingly.

Scrubitt opened the door up, yelling “Get the man some gin.” She said sharply, you quickly stumbled and stood up, going as quick as possible. Willy watched, feeling bad at the treatment you seemed to be getting. Noodle followed as you got a cup.

You looked down as you handed it to him.

“Thank you.” He looked at you, his eyes with something you couldn’t quite place. You looked up and then walked into the back again.

Noodle looked at you, you looked down at her and you both crouched down again, looking out.

He soon was about to sign when you mouthed the words. “Read the small print.”

“What?” He whispered, leaning in and glancing at Ms. scrubitt.

“Don’t sign it!” You mouthed.

Ms. Scrubitt cut you off, closing it and laughing nervously.

He looked back at the paper, and unfolded it.

He looked back to where you once were.

“Y/n, and noodle. Adopted them both.” She explained. “Lil troublemakers.” She laughed nervously again.

“Go.” You told Noodle, already knowing your fate.

“I’m not gonna leave you-“

“Go, noodle.” You whispered again, she sighed and ran away, you stood up and waited. Bleacher came bursting through the door, grabbing your arm roughly.

"I question why she adopted you." He grumbled out, along with some other insults. He threw you onto the floor, you looked up at him and he sneered at you before shutting the door on your face, locking you away.

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“Room service.” Noodle said, knocking on the door.

“Told you not to sign. Should’ve read the print.” You said from behind her. He was staring out at the window, then turned to you both, a small smile.

“Slight problem with that.”

“You can’t read, can you?” Noodle said from besides you.

“I focus my studies almost exclusively on chocolate. I had nowhere to stay, I was going to freeze out there.”

“It’s okay. I know what you mean.” You nodded at him with an understanding smile.

“For everything else, I’ve relied on the kindness of strangers.” He said, smiling back. And he knows he just met you, but he found himself entranced by your smile. And you wouldn't admit it, but you have felt attracted to the man since you saw him yesterday.

“Look where that’s got you.” Noodle said. ��The staff quarters.” She said, referring to the room.

“Least you’ve got a bed.” You said, and he was going to sit down on it. The old bed collapsed the second he got onto it. His eyes widened in shock.

“You had a bed. Happen’s to all of them. I’ll get someone to fix it tomorrow.” You waved it off.

“Desk, and a wash basin/toilet. The water comes in two temperatures, cold and colder.” Noodle continued, pouring the colder water into the cup.

“How much do you owe them?” You asked the man.

“Ten thousand.”

“Count yourself lucky. I owe 30.” Noodle said again.

He looked to you, his face in shock at the amount.

“50.”

“What?! How do you owe them money? I thought they found you down a laundry chute. And I thought they adopted you.” He looked to Noodle and back at you.

“Oh, they did. Took me in out of the goodness of their hearts, and charged me for the privilege.” She said.

He looked to you now, interested in your story.

“The hag adopted me but when I grew up, they said that they had regretted it. Charged me 50,000 saying how I had caused too much trouble. I get one sovereign a day, and to pay it off I would have to work for.. roughly 137 years.”

“What a pair of monsters.” He said, arms folded as he leaned against the wall now.

“The greedy beat the needy everytime, Mr. Wonka.” You started, with a shrug as you picked the pail up, carrying it and beginning to leave the room.

“Guess it’s just the way of the world.” Noodle said, finishing your sentence.

“Oh come on. That’s just your orphan syndrome talking.”

You both turned back now, you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Our what?” You both said in unison.

“Your orphan syndrome. And we are not gonna be eating any slops.” He dumped the food away.

“What are you doing?” Noodle asked him, you both entered the room again.

“I’m making chocolate of course. How do you like it? Dark? White? Nutty? Absolutely insane?” He tilted his head to the side.

You shrugged, “We’ve never had it.” You had a small smile on your face as you looked back at the man, he was intriguing. He was handsome, and he had a smile that you felt was the best you’ve ever seen.

“you’veneverhadchocolate?” He said quickly, you couldn’t quite understand what he said. “You‘ve never had chocolate?”

“No…” Noodle and you said.

“What?!” He exclaimed loudly, “You’ve never had chocolate?!”

“Still no.”

“Well, this is unbelievable. This is outrageous.” He mumbled to himself, opening up the wooden box.

“Well lucky for you, Y/n, Noodle, I have a selection of the worlds finest ingredients right here in my travel factory.”

He got to work soon and made 2 different chocolates. While working, he explained how he started his business, how important his mom had been to him.

"She sounded like an amazing woman." You said, offering him a smile. Your smile comforted him.

Noodles was a cloud with a lightning bolt, yours was a heart-shaped one. You smiled at it, and he smiled back as he watched you both bite into it. You watched Noodle, but her smile disappeared.

“I wish you hadn’t done that.” She said, you quirked an eyebrow. You thought it was amazing.

“You didn’t like it?”

“No, I like it. It’s just…” you could tell she was hesitating to say something.

“Now each day I don’t have chocolate will be a little harder.”

You frowned at her, if you knew she had liked it before you would’ve saved up all the money in the world to buy it for her. Willy opened his mouth to speak but you spoke faster.

“I think I have a few sovereigns saved. Next time we go out, I will buy you as much as you want.” You said to her, a smile on your face she looked up at you.

“You already waste all your money on me.” She said, she already felt terrible about it. You did more for her than anyone else had ever.

“No need to.” Willy interrupted, you both turned to him now.

“How would you both like to have all the chocolate you can eat, all day, every day, for the rest of your life?”

“A lifetime supply?” Noodle asked.

“A lifetime supply.”

“What do we have to do?” She asked.

“Not much… just get me out of here.”

Noodle stood up, you remained seated and furrowed your eyebrows. How would you do that?

“Are you crazy?” She said loudly.

“Sh, sh, it’s easy. I’ll get someone to cover my shift, and y/n, you could smuggle me out of your laundry cart.”

You thought about it, and it wasn’t a terrible idea. You both looked at each other for a moment, then he turned back to Noodle when she began to protest.

“Just for a few hours, mind. No one will even know I was gone.”

“What’s the point in that?”

“To sell chocolate, of course! We’ll split the profits and pay off Mrs. Scrubitt in no time.”

“It’s a nice idea, Willy.” You started, he began to walk away to the window again.

“It’s a great idea.” He corrected.

“It is. But, it’ll never work. It would take forever to pay off all three debts. That’s 90,000 sovereigns.”

“It will work. I promise. Even if it does take a while. Eat your chocolate,” he said the last sentence to Noodle.

“And Mrs. Scrubbitts like a hawk. She keeps her beady eye on everything that comes out the wash house except…”

“There was that one time the aristocratic came and she was all over the poor man.” You said, they both turned to you.

“All we have to do is find an aristocrat and slip out while she’s distracted.”

“Where would we even find an aristocrat..?”

He also ate a piece of chocolate, and the lightbulb going off. Literally and metaphorically.

"Huh." he said.

"Huh?

"Huh."

"A double huh."

He turned back both of you now.

"Do you have a pencil and paper?"

"Yes, why?" you asked him

"I have an idea."

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zepskies · 1 year

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Never Say Goodbye - Part 10

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader

Summary: The first time you and Dean sensed each other’s thoughts and feelings, you were just kids. It would take years to realize that you both were bonded for life, and even longer to finally meet. [Soulmate AU] (Rated M for eventual scenes – 18+)

AN: Bear in mind, season 2 aired/took place circa 2006, so references like iPods are going to be dated lol.

Word Count: 5,500 Warnings: M-rated chapter ahead—18+ only! Angst, smut, fluff, and feels. Oh yeah, and kidnapping.

Part 10: Worthy

In the months after John Winchester’s death, Sam and Dean spent even more time on the road than before. Hunting down the demon, as well as trying to find the Colt.

You helped them the best you could with research on their various cases. However, now that you had been promoted to Library Curator at the museum, you had even more access to scholarly research and ancient texts, but even less time on your hands.

If you were honest (and you weren’t), it was getting harder to balance your real job and Sam and Dean’s requests. But you knew if you said so, Dean would never ask you for help again. At the end of the day, it kept you connected to them. And you liked helping out.

The next time the brothers came home marked a few months shy of two years since you’d met Dean. When they were a day’s drive away, he called you to ask you something he’d never asked before…

He wanted to take you out to dinner.

You had cooked for him before. He had cooked for you. You two had ordered in and gone to grab dinner with Sam in tow. But in almost two years, you and Dean had never gone on an actual dinner date, getting dressed up, just the two of you.

Needless to say, you were very excited…but you also had no idea what to wear.

Dean had seen you in the professional blouses, slacks, and skirts you wore for work. He’d seen you in ratty old college shirts and yoga pants while slurping ramen noodles from a plastic cup. He’d also seen you in nothing but one of his old buttoned-down shirts, and then, in nothing at all.

But he’d never seen you dressed to kill. That wasn’t to say you couldn’t pull it off, because you most certainly could. It had just…been a while.

So you dove into the shadowy recesses of your closet and searched for something you knew he hadn’t seen before. And you might’ve gone to the mall and bought a couple new pieces of lingerie, just in case the night went really well.

You were grateful Dean gave you a full day’s notice. It gave you the time to mentally prepare, but you still had to call him again to verify a few things.

“Okay, but where are we going?” you asked. “Casual dressy or dressy, dressy?”

Dean chuckled. “I have no idea what that means.”

He sounded tired to you, but the playful note in his voice still made you smile.

“It means just tell me where we’re going,” you said with a laugh.

“Nope,” he refused. “But here’s what I can do for you. I’ll be leaving the leather jacket at home this time.”

You tapped your chin thoughtfully. “Okay. That’s something, at least. Man, you really are the worst with these little guessing games.”

“I think you mean the best,” he joked. “Remember, I’ll be there by seven tomorrow.”

You let out an annoyed huff. “I hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He was still laughing when you hung up on him. You now had a plan though.

The next day was a Friday. You were able to get off work right at five, but that still only gave you two hours to shower and fix yourself up. Not nearly enough time, you lamented, but you made it work.

Your dad, blessedly, was working late again. So you had the house to yourself as you played your music loudly and danced to the beat while you finished up your makeup.

Then around seven, a knock sounded at the front door. Wow, he’s actually on time.

You swallowed a small swell of nerves in your throat. Stop being silly, you told yourself. And you were careful in your heels on your way down the stairs. You checked yourself real quick in the mirror, just to make sure your hair and everything else was in place. Then you looked into the door’s peephole.

With a smile, you unlocked and opened the door. Dean was there to greet you with a familiar grin, and then his eyes went wide at the sight of you. You crossed your arms and leaned on the door frame.

“We’re all stocked up on Girl Scout cookies, thanks,” you teased. Dean’s grin kicked up into a smirk.

“I’m not here to sell you anything, sweetheart,” he said. His hot gaze took you in—from your softly curled hair to your dark red lipstick, to the black suede dress that clung to your every curve and fell to mid-thigh, and finally down to your scarlet red heels. Then his eyes traveled all the way back up to yours.

“But I’ll bet you could get me to sell my soul with just those heels,” he said.

Your brain stuttered to a halt. You couldn’t help but blush at the flirtatious depths in his voice, overlayed with a fine layer of charm. It didn’t take much for Dean to turn it on, but when he did, you could guess how many panty-dropping one liners he’d had in his arsenal before he met you.

And he’d cleaned up nicely himself. True to his word, he’d forgone his typical leather jacket (though you were fond of it) for a solid black jacket. He’d paired it with a charcoal gray button-down and some dark wash jeans. (You suspected that Sam had given some pointers for this ensemble.)

His familiar pendant still hung from his neck though, along with his mom’s ring on his right hand. He was still Dean, but he looked good enough to eat.

His smirk deepened, and you realized he’d likely heard that thought.

Damn it.

You hadn’t seen him in a long time, so you forgot you’d have to pull your thoughts back from the soul bond sometimes. Right now though, it was all you could do to stop from dragging him into the house and kissing him senseless.

Dean shook you out of your thoughts when his hands found the curve of your waist. You looked up at him, holding onto the edges of his jacket.

“Sam’s not joining us for dinner?” you asked innocently, while knowing full well he wasn’t. Dean leaned down to brush his lips against your cheek, down to your neck where he caught the pleasant, sexy scent of your perfume. He felt you shudder a bit at the sensation of his lips across your skin.

“Nope. It’s adults only tonight,” he said. Pressed against him as you were, you felt the reverberation of his voice in your chest. It was a very pleasant sensation that pooled warmth in your lower belly, and down between your legs.

Dean came back to your lips, letting his ghost over yours. He didn’t want to ruin that pretty red lipstick (but he also really, really did).

You played into it; your smile brushed against his lips while your fingers dragged down his chest. “Then, maybe you should take me…”

You shifted on your feet, letting your thigh graze between his legs. You felt his fingers dig into the small of your back, and you reached back to grab his hand and unwrap his arms from your body.

“…To this mystery restaurant,” you said. “‘Cause I’m really freakin’ hungry.”

You flashed him a smile and slipped between him and the front door. You tossed him your house keys so he could lock it. As you walked down the driveway toward the Impala, you felt his disbelief, a lance of annoyance, but also his amusement. And a hot flare of desire while he watched you walk away from him.

You crossed your arms again and leaned against the passenger door of the Impala while you waited for Dean. He locked the front door and returned to the Impala while pointing a finger at you.

“You play too much,” he said. Your smile deepened.

As it turned out, he didn’t take you to the most expensive restaurant in town, or just to the local diner either. It was a nice Columbian steakhouse that ended up being the perfect place for both of you: a cozy atmosphere with Latin music, a historically Columbian-owned restaurant, and an interesting culture of food for you to enjoy—and a series of revolving smoked meats for Dean.

You noticed though, that while your boyfriend was enthusiastic about the food, he still seemed off somehow. His smiles didn’t always meet his eyes, and while he looked great, he also looked tired. He didn’t have 100% of his usual swagger going on, and that was enough cause for concern. From what Sam had told you, Dean had been doing better in working through their father’s death.

“Dean.” You laid a hand on his knee while he put yet another cheese bun into his mouth. You earned his attention regardless. “You okay? You seem…I don’t know. Tired.”

He shook his head and thankfully answered after he swallowed. “Nah, just a long drive. What, you’re not having fun?”

You smiled. “No, I am. I just want to make sure you’re okay, that’s all.”

Dean smiled back. “I’m good, baby.”

But you could tell he was hiding something—from the bond, and from you. You frowned at him.

“Dean, we’ve been over this,” you said in a quiet, but firm voice. “You don’t have to lie to me. Whatever it is, I can handle it. You can trust me.”

After a moment, Dean’s pleasant expression faded. A more genuine, rueful smile overtook his features. He took your hand from his knee and pressed it to his lips. He looked down for a few seconds, just thinking, and you gave him the time he needed to do it.

He appreciated that about you. Though you were a curious person by nature, and stubborn about it, in moments like this you never rushed him. You gave him room to breathe.

“Do you know what a djinn is?” he asked.

You blinked at him in curiosity. That wasn’t at all what you’d expected him to say.

“Yeah. I mean, djinn, genies—they’re all over Middle Eastern mythology,” you said, and with a more teasing smile, “And not just in Aladdin.”

Dean inclined his head. “Very good, Professor.”

“I’m guessing they’re real too?” you asked.

“Yeah, nasty sombitches,” he confirmed. He explained that with just one touch, a djinn could propel you into a fantasy of your own making. A dream world, where you can have the life you’ve always dreamed of—at the price of getting your blood sucked dry in the real world.

You grimaced. “Ech. Sounds like a party.”

“Yeah, it’s freakin’ Disneyland,” Dean quipped.

“I’m assuming you and Sam ran into a djinn?” you said.

Dean nodded. His gaze fell away from you as his thoughts drifted back to that world. That place where his family was more or less whole. Where his mom was still alive, and his family had never been sucked into hunting. Where Dean had met you while on a road trip with his dad and married you a year later. Where his little brother had become a lawyer and Dean a firefighter.

His father had died too soon in that world too, but it hadn’t been a gruesome, lonely death caused by a demon. The only real obstacle in that perfect world had been that he’d drifted away from his little brother. They didn’t have a great relationship in that world, but it wasn’t anything that they couldn’t overcome with a few beers and a couple of heart-to-hearts in the Impala.

But it hadn’t been real.

Dean explained all of this to you over dessert, and you listened with rapt attention. You felt all the emotions he couldn’t readily express.

“I saw what my life could’ve been like,” he admitted. “And I wanted it, more than anything.”

“But this is what’s real, and you chose it,” you said. “That’s what matters.”

Dean didn’t look convinced. You were grateful that he shared this with you, but you could also tell that this had been plaguing his mind. You also didn’t want him to have to wallow in it anymore. What you wanted was to help perk him up, or distract him somehow…

So when he dipped his spoon into the large chocolate brownie in front of him, you parried his spoon with yours and stole his scoop. He looked up at you with raised, incredulous brows.

“What just happened here?” he asked.

You shrugged, smiling as you licked your spoon clean. Dean’s lips pressed together, but in the name of keeping the night pleasant, he decided to let it go.

Once again, he delved into the brownie. And once again, you took his piece with your own spoon, even taking a bit of vanilla ice cream with it.

“This is really good,” you said, humming in delight. “You should try some.”

Dean quirked his head at you. He didn’t know whether to be irritated or amused.

“I’m tryin’,” he wryly replied. With a purposeful hand, he wielded his spoon and took a nice corner piece. Sure enough, your spoon came in to intercept him. But his left hand closed around your wrist. His gaze flicked up to yours.

“You’re playin’ with fire here, sweetheart,” he warned. You went for your glass of wine with your free hand and took a sip.

“Am I?” you asked. “I thought we agreed to share.”

He leaned in close, until there were mere inches between your faces. “I don’t share food.”

You took his challenge for what it was, and you leaned in until your lips were nearly brushing his.

“Fine,” you said. Then you sat back and sipped at your wine again. You seemed to have no further interest in dessert, so Dean nodded to himself and raised the corner piece of brownie to his lips.

Only to have you snatch his spoon from his hand and take the bite yourself. You washed it down with some water this time. While Dean sat back in shock, you offered him a smile.

“This’s a great place. We should definitely come back here,” you said.

For a moment, all Dean could do was stare at his damn-near empty plate. When he gathered himself, he looked over at you and smiled dangerously.

“Yeah, we should,” he agreed.

You finished your wine while Dean paid for the meal. He wouldn’t accept your money even though you offered to pay half. He asked you out, so he should pay, he reasoned. (He also ordered an extra brownie to-go.)

Anticipation ran down your spine the longer it took to get back to the car. You could feel his silent simmer, but also his patience. You knew he wasn’t going to let you get away with teasing him, but you also knew he was waiting for the right moment. Most likely when you two had some real privacy.

But before you could open the passenger side door of the Impala, Dean’s hand stopped you. You let him maneuver you around and press you against the door, and you held onto his jacket for balance. You grinned when he bent down and claimed your lips with his own, demanding, sensuous, and greedy.

You clung to his arms as he basically devoured you in the restaurant’s parking lot. His hands were hot on your hips, then kneading your butt, pulling you flush against him as your fingers curled into his hair.

You hadn’t taken Dean for a PDA kind of guy; he was very private about who knew you were together. But then again, it wasn’t too often that you two went out in public, considering this was the first proper date you and Dean had ever been on.

“You’re in so much trouble,” he said against your lips, but the effect was kind of lost when you could feel his amusement and searing desire. You giggled against him.

“Okay,” you agreed. “I can deal with that.”

He pinched your butt, making you yelp and tighten your hand in his hair on reflex. He groaned into your mouth.

“Take me home,” you said. Dean nodded, but he was reluctant to let go of you. Eventually he withdrew his hands and opened the passenger side door for you.

First, you smoothed down his jacket and wiped away some of the lipstick from his mouth and chin with your thumb. His charming, full-watt Dean grin was back, and it warmed you up from the inside out.

That night, in your bed, you and Dean made up for months of separation. You were starved for his touch, and Dean realized that with no small measure of guilt.

He tried to focus on being here with you, but in the back of his mind, he still felt like he was somehow taking something from you when he made love to you. Like that hit and run you once accused him of.

This is what Dad warned me about, he couldn’t help but think.

You both laid on your bed together afterwards, dewy with sweat and a hand on your chest to calm your racing heart. But as great as it had been for you, you knew that Dean was distracted again.

The moment you heard him think about his father, it brought you back to that day in the hospital.

“I’m sorry I told you not to go after her a few years ago,” John had said.

But why? You sat up against the headboard, bringing the sheets up to cover yourself. Meanwhile, Dean was coming back from freshening up in the bathroom. He then started tinkering with your iPod and speaker on your nightstand. But he frowned while scrolling through most of the songs.

Ugh. Avril Lavigne. Really? You heard him think to himself. A smile threatened to curve your lips as he continued to grumble at your playlist. But eventually he settled on “Going to California” by Led Zeppelin. That was neutral ground you could both agree on.

“Dean,” you found yourself saying, before you could think about it. He joined you back in bed, sitting beside you.

“When I was fourteen, I remember it snowed the day of my mom’s funeral,” you continued. “I was standing there in the cemetery when it started. I was…well, a wreck. I looked up at the flurries, and I heard something.”

It’s not fair!

“I didn’t realize it then, but I think I was hearing you for the first time.” You looked over at Dean, and he met your gaze.

“Sam and I were carted off to Bobby’s a few times when we were kids,” he admitted. “It’s possible.”

You gathered your courage, and you asked the question you had been holding onto for almost a year.

“Did you ever…hear me? Before last year.”

Dean sensed that this was a leading question. You already knew something, or at least thought you did. He sighed.

You sat up straighter and faced him.

“Talk to me,” you implored. Dean hesitated, but after a moment, he answered.

“It was around seven…eight years ago now. I was working a case with my dad near your school. That university.”

You thought back, and it must’ve been when you were getting your bachelor’s degree. Dean explained that he was about twenty-three, making you twenty at the time. And he started to feel you, hear you. It freaked him the hell out.

“A killer dog nearly took my head off because…anyway, the point is, I figured out what it was,” he said.

“But you left,” you said, both hurt and angry. “Why the hell didn’t you reach out to me?”

“My dad told me something,” Dean said. “He said I shouldn’t bring you into my life if I couldn’t hang up my gun. You know what…he was right.”

Your mouth fell open in shock. “How can you say that?”

“Look at what’s happening,” he said. “I’m on the road with Sam tryin’ to hunt this demon, pulling you away from your job with research, dragging you out in the middle of the night because I’m on death’s door. It’s enough!”

You didn’t like the sharpness in his tone, or the stubborn look in his eyes. That was another thing you’d learned about Dean. When he got an idea of something in his head, a conviction, he wasn’t going to let it go in a hurry.

Too frustrated to remain in bed, Dean got up and started dressing. You watched him put on his underwear and jeans in disbelief. But you stole his gray dress shirt before he could put it on. He wasn’t about to leave you like this.

So you put on the shirt yourself and stood in his way.

“It’s not supposed to be like this,” he told you.

“Who says?” you challenged. “We’re doing what works for us.”

“That’s my point. It’s not working. And it’s not fair to you.”

“When have I ever asked for fair?” You wanted to know. You had never complained, never asked anything of him except for two things: to keep in touch with you, and not to lie to you.

“This WiFi connection goes both ways, remember?” he countered. “You can try hiding it all you want, but you hate this long-distance crap. Pretty soon you’re gonna start hating me…and shit. I wouldn’t blame you.”

You didn’t know what to make of that resigned look on his face, but it struck at your heart.

You hefted a sharp sigh. “Didn’t you say that this was just temporary? That after you and Sam killed the Yellow Eyed demon, then you could come home?”

“It took Dad our whole lives just to track Yellow Eyes down,” Dean said. “Then it killed him.”

So he was saying this could take his whole life too. Part of you knew that, but you didn’t want to accept the reality that you could be living half a life with him forever.

You didn’t realize it then, but Dean took your silence as a sign.

“Look, I get it,” he said, rubbing a hand over his face. “It’s not like we can just…cut the cord here. But I’d understand if you don’t want to keep doing this.”

For a moment, you stared at him uncomprehendingly. But if he’d just taken half a second to look at your face—to read the truth in your roiling emotions, he wouldn’t have kept running his mouth.

“Truth is, you deserve better than what I got to give,” he said. His hand raised to card through his hair, an anxious gesture. You knew in the way his eyes shifted away.

A tremor of disbelief and dismay coursed through you.

What he had to give.

A man who'd first offered his protection while barely even knowing you. Who comforted you when you needed him, and celebrated your achievements instead of belittling them. Who believed in you when you told him about working yourself up at the museum. Who empowered you to hold your ground, and speak up for yourself.

A man who'd rather be alone than keep hurting you.

“Baby,” you tried, grasping his arm. Still, he didn’t quite meet your gaze.

“I’ve gotta go,” he said.

You pushed him back with both hands on his bare chest when he tried to get around you. “Stop!”

He said your name in a sharp warning. You shook your head stubbornly.

“Do you want me out of your life?” you asked. “Is that really what you want?”

Dean finally looked down at you, his mouth pressed in a firm line, his brows crunched over his eyes…but he couldn’t answer you.

“Then stop it!” you said. “Just fucking stop it. I’m tired of hearing you think that you’re not good enough.”

Dean’s expression slackened.

“Stop lying to yourself,” you said sternly. “I don’t care what you think I want. Whatever ‘together’ means for us is what we’re going to do. Because you are worth it.”

That was your conviction. He'd been fighting for his family his entire life. And now for you, in a way. So the least you could do was fight for him.

“Yeah, it’s really fucking hard right now. On both of us,” you said with a nod. “But if you think I’m going to let go just because of that, then you don’t know me at all yet, Dean.”

Your frown solidified into a look of determination.

“But goddamn it, you’re gonna learn.”

His mouth fell open a bit, and his soft surprise gave way to shock when you rocked forward, taking his face between your hands. He accepted your hard kiss, the uncharacteristic way you demanded from him, claimed his lips and his tongue, and the frustrated pace of removing each other’s clothes again.

For once, you took control and pushed Dean down to the bed. He let you do it too. It was an electrifying turn on—to have your hands be firm instead of gentle, but still purposeful in how you touched him.

And you did. You straddled his lap, and between fierce kisses, you mapped out his body with your hands. He held you by your hips, but you soon pushed him down onto the bed. With wet, nipping kisses, you burned a path from his neck, down his chest and sternum, down the defined “V” between his hips.

His breathing deepened the further you went, because Christ had it been a long time since anyone but himself had touched him. He supposed you weren’t the only one starving.

Your lips grazed and nipped the inside of his thigh, getting ever closer to where you knew he wanted you. His hand raised to tangle in your hair, but you moved his hand away and trapped it onto the bed. Your challenging gaze met his, and Dean raised his brows.

No touching, unless I say so, you said through the bond. A smirk raised the corner of his lips.

Yes, ma’am, he replied, making you smile. You then renewed your attention to the task at hand. You settled between his legs lowered down, where the object of your focus was standing perfectly at attention. You let your lips graze his dick. Careful touches, and really, a bit teasing. Dean sucked in a breath when your hands joined your lips, just soft caresses along its length, underneath, over its sensitive head. It was both exactly what he wanted and nowhere near enough.

His hand fisted into the pillow behind his head and the comforter underneath him. Your name fell from his lips—both a prayer and a plea. He felt the shape of your smile in a kiss, pressed against his thigh.

I’ve got you, baby, you said. Finally, your lips descended on him and you took as much of his dick as you could into your mouth. Something between a moan and a grunt fell from Dean’s lips as you worked him over, with your hands joining your warm, wet mouth. He itched to touch you, but you were relentless and held his wrist down onto the bed.

With his free hand, he grabbed onto the headboard as his back arched involuntarily, but there was nowhere to go. You had him trapped, and he was exactly where he wanted to be.

But just when he felt that crest of pleasure nearing and thought he was going to see black on the edges of his vision, you let him go with a soft pop. You leaned your arms on his raised knees and wiped your mouth. You looked down at his incredulous face with a mischievous little smile.

Dean made a sound of both shock and frustration as he tried to catch his breath. His head hit the pillow while his hand went to his wildly beating heart.

“Well, that’s just rude,” he uttered. When he was able to speak, that is. You stifled a laugh and moved up to cover that hand on his chest with yours. He flinched, but you were able to offer apologetic kisses. He reluctantly accepted them.

“I’ll make it up to you,” you whispered against his lips. You took his hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of his palm, then brought it to your cheek. Despite the playful, annoyed suspicion in his eyes, he stroked your cheek with affection. He saw your game, and he begrudgingly admired it—and you.

Smiling, you sat back on his bare thighs and brought both of his hands to your body, grazing down your neck to cup your breasts. You sighed as his thumbs brushed over your pert nipples and kneaded the soft flesh.

“Is this for me, or for you?” he teased. You shot him a playful glare. For that, you lowered his hands further down your body and guided his hand to the very wet folds between your legs.

“I’m letting you touch me now,” was your cheeky reply.

Dean smirked, but he sat up and obliged, gathering your wetness with his fingers and stroking your clit with deliberate movements. You shuddered a breath as he slipped a long finger inside you, followed closely by another. All the while, his thumb drew wet circles around your sensitive clit and brought you to the edge of your release.

From that very first night together so long ago, he’d been learning how to play you like a five-string guitar. Tonight was no different, and despite how you’d edged him earlier, he had no qualms about making you come all over his hand.

Your fingers delved into his hair, and you mentally praised him while you caught your breath, resting your forehead on his shoulder. He held you to him as you shook. But after a few moments, he leaned back to look into your eyes.

Through your connection, you felt his playfulness grow and you just knew he was about to say something smartass. But right now, you were still in control. So you stopped his smart mouth with yours and claimed his lips with another deep kiss.

You slipped a hand between your bodies, and this time you took a firmer hold of his dick. It was still a bit wet from your earlier treatment, and you stroked him a few times. His grateful moans sounded in your ear as he gripped your arms tight. You closed your eyes for a second, inwardly preparing yourself, before you sheathed him inside you. You both breathed hard as you adjusted and settled on top of him.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair. “Fuck, baby—”

You nodded, soothing down his back. “I know. Damn, you feel so good.”

You pushed him back down again so you could find the right angle that would serve both of you. Then you started to move over him. Dean dropped his head hard against the bed. To help him out, you gave him something to grab onto and guided his hand to your hip. He squeezed the flesh there, hard enough to leave fingerprint bruises later, you were sure. But the brief pain was a good motivator—it let you know when he was close to his breaking point.

You reached down with your fingers to further part your folds and rub hot circles around your already sensitive clit again. You felt a flutter in your lower belly as that familiar, inexplicable thread of energy within you stuttered; the part of your soul that recognized its equal, its match. The bond hummed and grew hot and pulsing.

Finally, its warmth washed over you.

You gasped and grabbed ahold of Dean’s arms as you almost got lightheaded at the feeling. Dean was going through the same tumble of sensations as he uttered a strangled sound, spilling inside you.

But he had good reflexes; he steadied you, with his arms wrapping around your frame and holding you to him. He eased you over back onto the bed, and then slid out of you.

For a little while, neither of you spoke. The frenzy of your earlier argument had fueled what just happened, but now that tension had dissolved into a hard-won peace.

When he was able to move, Dean reached out to hold the side of your face. He tucked a loose, sweaty strand of hair behind your ear. Your smile for him was soft. You sensed he was thinking, searching for what he wanted to say. So again, you waited, slipping a discarded blanket over your naked body.

“Okay, I think I hear you,” Dean said. “I love you, you know that?”

Your smile grew. He’d repeated the words you confessed to him when he was in the hospital all those months ago. And it was the first time he’d said what he felt for you.

You held a hand by your ear. “What was that?”

Dean’s lips raised into a smirk, but his eyes were soft. He slid an arm underneath you to pull you against his side.

“I love you,” he said, “so damn much.”

“I love you too,” you replied, but not without some exasperation. All this craziness, just to finally get on the same page. You grabbed his face with one hand and squeezed his cheeks. “That's my point.”

You made a sound of frustration before you released him. Dean laughed a bit, closing his eyes. You enjoyed his more carefree smile as you rested against his chest.

This man, you thought, is damn lucky he’s adorable.

He cut into your thoughts dryly, Pretty sure that’s my line, sweetheart.

You rolled your eyes.

At least we made it through our first real fight, you said. In spectacular fashion, I might add.

Yeah, but you played dirty, said Dean.

You just smiled.

The next morning, you and Dean woke up after your dad had presumably left for work. You were grateful. It spared you from the awkwardness of a “morning after” in your father’s presence.

I really need to get my own place.

So you made coffee while Dean made some toast and eggs for breakfast. But he got a call just as he was plating the eggs.

“Yeah, Bobby,” he answered. The more your uncle spoke, the more serious Dean’s expression got. You sensed a flare of his panic and you turned to him in concern. The plate in his hand hit the table with a clatter.

“Where?” Dean said. His tone was sharp and worried. “I’m comin’ now.”

Dean ended the call and abandoned the food to grab his jacket. He explained before you could ask the predictable question.

“Sam went missing this morning on a coffee run,” Dean said. “When Bobby got to the diner to check on him, the whole place had been cleared out, except for the bodies of the brunch crowd.”

You gasped and raised a hand to your mouth in shock. “What happened to Sam?”

Dean’s face became grim and angry as he grabbed his wallet and keys.

“Bobby found sulfur all over the place. He thinks Yellow Eyes took him,” he said. “…I’ve gotta go.”

It was late fall, so you grabbed a coat from the rack and your purse. “I’m going with you.”

Dean halted at the doorway, and that stopped you short behind him. He turned around and gave you a firm look.

“No you’re not, damn it!” he said. “You’re staying here.”

“Are you kidding me?” you said. “The last time you faced this thing, it almost killed you!”

“You’ve got a job, remember?” he pointed out. You shook your head.

“It’s Saturday. I don’t have to be back to work until Monday, upon which I’ll take a couple of sick days if I need to.” Your words were both a warning and a promise. “Just let me help you find Sam. I’m handy with research. You know I can help!”

Dean didn’t like it. He had half a mind to keep arguing with you, but he really didn’t have time for this. He made a sound of aggravation and rubbed a hand over his face.

He then levied a finger at you. “You’re staying in the car. When we get there, you don’t argue with me. You do as I say, got it?”

You nodded. Normally you would take issue with being ordered by your boyfriend, but in the world of dark and evil things, you would follow Dean’s lead.

So you hid a triumphant smile as you locked up your house, then followed him to the Impala.

AN: Whew! Well, then lol. The reader finally gave Dean a piece of her mind (among other things). How'd you like their first date? 😉

Dean definitely gives me Joey vibes from Friends when it comes to sharing food. 😂

But as the chapter title implies, we also dug in a bit on how Dean sees himself vs. how his soulmate sees him.

So a lot of drama this time, but ending on another good ol' cliffhanger. AKA: Where the hell is Sam?

Next up, some action! Heading into 2.21: All Hell Breaks Loose (Pt. 1).

To keep reading: PART 11

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230731 Weverse Translations

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앵콜 3:37 독보적인 한 분 누굴까...

JK: 나와라 오바 https://weverse.io/bts/artist/2-122883996

Who's that one person whose voice really stands out at 3:37 in the Encore vid...

JK: Come here, show yourself

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오 들기름 좀 다르게 먹었는데 이게 나은 듯 사람들이 다 짜게 먹는 것 같아서 안 되게써 크게 달라진 건 없다만

생 들기름 3 참 소스 2 진간장 1 불닭 1 불닭마요 1 노른자 1 후춧가루~ (요리용디님 톤으로) 사알짝 넣고 꼬소하이 볶음참깨 좀 빻아서 취향 껏 넣고 같이 섞으세욤 이거 2인분 (200g) 기준입니다 저는 참고로 한 숫갈 꽉차게 넣어요 다

그 다음부터는 넣고 싶은 거 넣으세요 뭐 양파 좋아하면 양파 좀 잘게 다져서 넣던가 마늘 좋아하면 다진마늘 살짝쿵 넣던가 고춧가루 향 좋아하면 살짝 넣고 맘대로

그리고 김자반은 마지막에 위에 토핑으로 사아악.. 김자반도 귀찮아서 소스에 넣었는데 음 아냐 마지막에 해야대 ㅎㅎ

암튼 이게 더 맛남 ㅎ

아 그리고 최대한 차갑게 해서 먹어요 막판에 얼음물에다가 그냥 사정없이 비볐다가 물기 쫙 짜서

그럼 오늘 하루도 화이팅 ㅎ헿 https://weverse.io/bts/artist/4-126471994

I made the perilla oil noodles a little differently today and I think this way is better I thought people were making it really salty, and that didn't feel right It's not all that different, but:

Fresh perilla oil 3 Cham sauce* 2 Dark soy sauce 1 Buldak sauce 1 Buldak mayo sauce 1 Egg yolk 1 Ground pepper~ (read in Yori Yongd's voice) just a little bit Grind up some nice nutty toasted sesame and add it to taste, and then mix it all together This makes enough for two people (200g) Just for your reference, I add in a big heaped tablespoon of the sauce

After that, you can add whatever you want Like if you like onions, you can finely mince some onion and add that in Or if you like garlic, you can add a small bit of minced garlic Or if you like the flavour of gochugaru*², it's up to you

And then at the end, you go in with some Kim jaban*³ as a garnish, sprinkled on top all nice.. I did once just add the Kim jaban to the sauce because I couldn't be bothered doing it at the end and uhh that didn't go well, you have to do it at the end hehe

Anyways, this is tastier heh

Ah also, try to make the noodles as cold as possible. Just really go at them with some cold water and rinse them out thoroughly

Okay then, have a great day today too hheh

(T/N: *A kind of vegetable sauce. 2. Korean red chilli flakes. 3. A kind of seasoned dried seaweed flakes.)

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surprise

Bobby Nash x reader

Warnings: 18+ readers only. Mentions of abortion, and smut soo 18 +only.

The echoing sound of birds chirping outside woke you up. Bobby was the one that liked to stay in and sleep the day away more than you anyway. Usually you’d take the time to go for a run before work. It wasn’t public that you and Bobby were in a relationship and the two of you like to keep it that way. It simply was easier that way. After your history with bad men it was nice to know there was a good one out there. You were happy to be home after your visit to your cousin's house, she had asked you to help out with two of her children while she was in the hospital giving birth to her third. You loved your cousin like a sister, but those children were devils, and the best birth control you could ever get was to spend a week with them. You cling against his hot skin, as you try to think the nausea away. His big arms wrapped around you in his hazy awakening. “Morning” he said, his low voice sounded like he was seconds away from falling asleep again. He pecked a soft kiss against your skin, allowing his hand to move over your stomach placing his hand on your side. The second his warm hand moved over your skin the nausea became more present, and the dire urge to throw up rose. You pushed his big arm away and ran for the bathroom. The contents of your stomach ended up floating in the toilet bowl. Those evil kids must have given you some kind of stomach bug.

Most of your ‘relaxing’ morning had been spent next to the toilet bowl. Bobby had brought you some juice though you didn’t drink any. You thought about telling him you were too sick to go to work though nearing eleven it wasn’t as bad.The next couple of days the nausea hadn’t been bad, sometimes the nagging feeling of wanting to throw up whenever you were around certain smells, such as Buck after the gym.

It wasn’t raising too many alarm bells until the team responded to a 911 call near a place that sold greasy foods, and you couldn’t help but barf on the side of the street hiding away from the patient. Bobby walked over to you when he knew the patient was in good hands with Hen. “Do you need medical attention?” He said, handing you a sympathetic look. You shake your head. “No, it 'll pass just like last time.” You said, referring to the other call the other day that caused you to puke your guts out. “You think you are maybe pregnant?” he asked softly. You looked at your boyfriend in disbelief. No way. NO freaking way your thoughts entered your mind as you try to do the mental math about how many weeks ago your last period was. The others were standing near the victim attending his care. “You still have swimmers?” You asked in a mocking shock. You were on birth control. It would be absolutely ridiculous for you to even think about being pregnant. “Hey! my swimmers go for olympic gold okay.” He defended. A little too loud for what he intended probably, as Hen looked up, and gave you a strange look. “I don’t think I am.” you tell him. He just said you’d talk about it at home.

It took you the entire afternoon to think about you having the possibility of it being a child. You had never thought of yourself as a mother. You never enjoyed spending time with children, and then all the complaining other parents do…. It just didn’t seem like something for you. However, the thought of the possibility of having a child with the man you love seemed different. The two of you made it home after the shift, and the take out dinner was set on the table. He was digging into his chinese food while you were stirring your food through your noodles, hesitant to start eating. “We were careful.” You mumbled as you could tell Bobby had barely spoken to you. He looked up from his plate. He raised his eyebrow. “No we weren’t.” he said, gulping his coke. “Okay well I don’t know I just thought at your age it was unlikely.” You tell him. He nodded and shoved another bite of food in his mouth. “We don’t know anything yet.” he said, you look at him. He had that look on his face when he tried to look happy but you could see past that. “If I am, I know we have options” you opted. Though your heart sank in your chest as you said that. He dropped his fork with a clatter on the plate. “A child is a blessing, y/n” He said, it was almost like he said it out of his belief as a catholic. “I would understand if you don’t want one.” you argued. “I mean after everything you’ve been through.” He stood up from his seat like he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to act. “ I can’t believe you want an abortion.” he said, looking like he was about to yell or scream or hit a wall or something. “ I just don’t think either of us have what it takes.” you said, the two of you stared at each other trying to think of the words. He didn’t even respond to the last thing you said. “Bobby-” you started. He didn’t want to hear it. “I’ll go get one of those damn tests.” he said, he rushed out of the apartment with his keys jangling as the last notable sound came from him. Tears rushed to your eyes, and the sound of sobbing was the only thing that echoed through the room.

You had been crying on the couch for a while now waiting for him. You wanted for him to comfort you, and tell you it was okay. Though this time you didn’t think you knew what to say or how to make it alright. His doubt for this baby made you want it even more. Somehow the thought of him not wanting it made you protective over your unborn baby. You finally hear the door unlock, and see Bobby walking in. This time the anger had turned into sadness. Neither of you had wanted to say anything to one another. Though as you wiped the tears from your cheek he gestured for you to join him in the bathroom.

The two of you sat on the bathroom floor. Neither of you were saying anything after the words the two of you spoke to each other earlier. The feeling of sadness as this was a milestone in life to be happy about, and instead you were worried how you would feel after knowing what that stick said. You had been getting lost in your thoughts, while Bobby was staring at the test on the ground that was there upside down. You sat in a cross legged position while he had one leg lying on the ground while his other knee was up resting his hand on the knee. The timer went off, and Bobby reached for it. “I love you” You said, as he touched it. “I love you too.” He said, a faint smile appeared on his face.

You moved closer to him till you were close enough to feel his breath on your skin. He flipped the test to show the result. Pregnant. The two of you looked at each other. The silence was deafening. He reached for you pressing his lips forcefully against your lips. You kiss him back it felt like all the emotions of this day were in that kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck and he is pressed against the wall of the bathroom. He pulls you against his chest. You start to reach for his buttons on his blouse that he was wearing exposing part of his chest. You start to suck at the base of his neck, as he starts helping you out of your shirt, exposing your bare breasts to the cold air. Your sensitive nipples hard, as he glides his hands over them. You let your head fall back, as he helps you to the ground of the bathroom floor. The cold tiles cause you to shudder from the temperature change. Bobby licks at your nipples, seeing how you respond so intensely to one touch makes you feel his hard cock pressed against your leg. Normally he would take his time to get you ready for him. Tonight he seemed too eager. He helps you out of your shorts, and touches your core, feeling the wetness coat his fingers. His eyes had darkened, and he seemed out for only one thing. Fucking out his frustrations. He doesn’t even bother taking off all clothes, instead he lowers his pants to allow his cock to flop against his stomach. It looked painfully hard, as he started to rub it against you to prepare you for him entering. With one push he glides his cock through your wet folds. “Bobby” you mewled. He didn’t give you much time to adjust to his size before he started trusting. His thrusts were hard as he started rubbing your clit trying to get you off. He let his hand glide to your stomach. “I always thought you couldn’t get more beautiful.” He grunted. The thrusts didn’t slow down; instead each time he pulled out you felt empty and wished he would pick up his pace. “You’ll be so beautiful pregnant with my child.” the words coming from his mouth caused your walls to tighten around his cock. You moan his name over and over again as you come around him. “That’s a good girl, cum for me.” he grunted as he quickened his pace, it didn’t take long for him to release inside you.

Afterwards, Bobby had turned on the bath for you. The warm water engulfed your body while he was sitting next to the tub, simply looking at you. “Thank god i’m already pregnant, this would be a terrible way to conceive.” you said, this queued a genuine laugh from Bobby. “Sure this is a much better story to tell our child.” he said, you slap him against your arm. There fell a silence between the two of you. “Are you happy?” you ask him. There never had been so much said in the silences between you two as today. “I am” he said: “I was- you were trying to be understanding for me.” he didn’t look at you instead he focused on the ripples of the water. “I took it wrong, I realized that a little late.” He took your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles. “I’m happy too.”

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Imaginary Shadow Dad)Ch.11: A Hero of Shadows

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Notes: Welcome to the start of the stuff taking place within the canon time frame! I just want to really quickly thank you guys for all your comments and likes/kudos! This is so surreal, and I really can’t believe any of it! People like reading what I write, and pay enough attention to point out the details and references! I never expected this sort of thing to actually happen to me, so I just want to say, Thank you all so much!

Now, onto the story:

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It was finally the day. Redson, mighty heir of the Demon Bull Family, was finally going to free his father! All the trials and tribulations, every single attempt to make something that would let him lift the impossibly heavy staff, it had all led to this!

It was his magnum opus. This was going to be the day he made his family proud! He couldn’t have done it without his uncle’s assistance with earlier tests. Now it was finally time to set his father free.

He pulled the staff from the mountain-

And nothing happened.

“What?! Why isn’t anything happening?” The young prince grit his teeth and hopped off the peak. “Mother, are you sure this is the right mountain?” the arrogant young boy asked his mother, Princess Iron Fan.

She scoffed in offense. “No. Maybe it was that other mountain with a magical staff sealing away my husband!” the former maiden replied sarcastically, then the ground began to shake, causing both to look back toward the mountain, not noticing the young man above them stumbling and barely catching himself with a single hand.

When the captured demonic king emerged, Mk panicked. “Uh oh.. Not good!” he whispered to himself, trying to figure out how to get back on top of the bars, when he once again noticed that bird. “Extra not good!”

“Flesh? Bone? I have returned to the realm of the living.” the large purple bull claimed. Strangely enough, he didn’t seem to have his fur.

“No! Shoo! Go away!” Mk tried to bat the bird away from him, but the bag of noodles in his otherwise free hand kept him from doing so. Pigsy would have his head if he dropped that, not to mention the demonic royals below him.

“Oh! Demon Bull King, how I’ve missed you.” Princess Iron Fan said with a smile on her face.

The demonic king in front of her grinned as he recognised his bride. “Princess Iron Fan? The years have been kind. How did you free me?”

She was about to respond, when her son cut her off - “Actually, it was I, father. I moved the staff! I learned how to harness it! To make it’s power, m-” he paused as he saw his father’s looming form, then whimpered, “-o-our, power.”

“Excellent..” the largest in the room stated in a pleased manner, causing his son to smile.

The fiery haired demon grinned and held his accomplishment aloft for the world to see. “Now, together, we, the Demon Bull Family, will plunge the world into eternal darkness!” he exclaimed cheerfully.

Mk’s eyes widened. Okay! Definitely not safe to just jump down and hope he survives the fall. What could he do?.. His magic flickered as though suggesting itself to him, but he shoved it down. No. that probably wouldn’t even wo- The FREAKING BIRD pecked at his hand until he fell causing enough panic that his tail and ears were briefly made clear for any to see, which caused Wukong to realize what he’d just done.

That was Mihou’s kid. The one he had that shared dream with. A quick double check with his gold vision confirmed it. He knew he looked familiar..

With a scream, some klutzy mortal fell on top of Redson, ruining his moment, and causing him to drop the staff.

Mk groaned and rubbed his temples with one hand, then remembered where he was. Uh oh. Quick Mk! Come up with something! He chuckled nervously and lifted the bag up for them to see. “Uh~ Someone ordered some noodles?” That~ was awful.

Growling, Redson threw the peasant off of himself. “GET OFF OF ME YOU IDIOT!!” He turned to look at the impudent mortal, already yelling about him ruining his moment, when he spotted the young man’s glowing purple eyes and the flickers of uncontrolled magic dancing along his form. It was… fascinating.

Then DBK stepped between them growling much more threateningly and caused the mortal to flinch away. “A little eavesdropper has fallen into our midst? It seems a waste to crush something so insignificant as my first act as ruler of this new world, but, so be it.” He moved to destroy the inconsequential creature, not noticing the shadows churning protectively nearby, when his son stopped him.

“Wait, father!” Redson requested, stopping the king in his tracks.

“What is this?” the grown demon’s threatening voice bellowed.

After clearing his throat and moving his father’s foot out of his way, the fiery haired demon began. “Waste not your energy on this, peasant. Please, allow me to show you how powerful I’ve become in your absence!”

..”As you wish..” the ruler stepped back to give his son a bit more room, then glanced at his wife, who smirked up at him briefly. Both recognized quickly what their son was actually planning, and they were fairly okay with it. After all, it’s not like the mortal even knows how Demon Bull courtship works. He’ll probably just see it as a fight, and that will still let them see the little thief wounded for his foolish actions.

“Maybe I can use this chance to get away-” Mk was muttering to himself as he crawled away from the attractive fire demon, then froze when he began monologuing.

“In some ways, you’re very fortunate, Noodle Boy.” the prince began, stalking towards his fleeing prey and barely noticing how Mk tripped over the staff in his panic.

Mk couldn’t listen to Red’s monologue if he tried. He was too busy keeping his shadows in check. They were flickering around the staff his foot rested on. They were trying to form his ears. He heard the best he had since Shadow Dad left, and yet he also processed none of it. At least not until he heard the demonic prince get offended.

“Ugh- Are you even listening?! I, Redson, will not be DISRESPECTED!” He moved to attack the mortal.

Time seemed to slow down. The Little Monkey’s eyes filled with their glow, and the shadows seemed to grip his shoulders, softly, delicately, yet slightly dipping through the skin. “Ready, Xiao-Xiao?” he heard a near forgotten voice say.

His magic gripped the staff, before he spun back to his feet and grabbed it with his hands, pose impeccable as Redson was knocked off his feet and back into the nearby wall with a deafening thud. “Yes, sifu..” the young adult muttered to the voice before his magic dispersed and he realized what had just happened. Oh shit- “SORRY! MUSCLE MEMORY! Wait- why am I apologizing? You’re evil. Uh- I mean- SORRY I DIDN’T HIT YOU HARDER!” ..Great save, Mk.

“What!? How is an insignificant fool lifting a staff that weighs more than even I can lift?” the Demon Bull King exclaimed in indignant disbelief.

Alright, Monkey Kid. You gotta think fast. You’re surrounded by demons, holding a staff that, by all accounts, you shouldn’t be able to lift, and you just pissed them off by knocking their son into a wall. Seems like it’s time for rule 5. It’s time to get out. “Uh- Yeah- Well. I totally know how to use this so- y-you should really just leave me alone, and let me go.”

Princess Iron Fan struck him with a look that would terrify armies and claimed that, “That staff doesn’t belong to you, little boy.”

Mk seemed a little intimidated but kept up the determination. “Yeah- Well, it doesn’t belong to you either! So just- just let me go!” Xiao Houzi tried to demand, though his nerves were getting the better of him as shadows flickered around his feet, seemingly agitated by something, but slowly settling with it. The Monkey Kid went to talk again when the staff extended toward the ground. What!- “OKAY! I DIDN’T EVEN MOVE THAT TIME!” he exclaimed in surprise before getting thrown off his feet into the elevator shaft.

As Redson got his bearings, he noticed a few of the soft flickers of unstable magic left in the boy’s wake, and he ran over to examine it, running right past his parents in his hurry. With a careful hand, he gathered the flickers, which were soon bubbling with heavy smoke, falling down in waterfalls, as though two forms of magic were both trying to drown the other out. He showed his parents the concerning energy. “I have to talk with my uncle about this Noodle Boy. I have a feeling he’s more important than we think..”

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Redson placed a small basket of plums on the shrine and lit his incense, then waited for his uncle to appear. After a short moment, he sighed and calmly told the lightly stirring shadows, “I know you’re here. Come out! This is important!” A deep chuckling filled the room as the flames flickered, till the darkness pooled on the wall where a scroll of Liu’er was hung and a head cloaked in shadow peeked out with glowing purple eyes.

“Jeez. What do you have against dramatic entrances?” the monkey demon asked, slipping the rest of the way out yet flinching when his tail crossed from the stasis of the shadows. He plucked one of the plums from the basket and held it to his mouth, pressing it through the darkness cloaking his form.

Redson cringed. “Ugh. Do you have to do that in front of me? You always get juice everywhere,” the snooty prince claimed in annoyance as his uncle finished the plum and threw its pit to the side.

“If you can’t handle a shadow demon eating, I don’t know how you’re supposed to handle a bloodsoaked battlefield, whether you’re winning or not.” Macaque stated, wiping his lips nonchalantly. “Anyways, I’m guessing you didn't just summon me for conversation.”

“You know exactly why I summoned you. You were there, right?.. Y-You were there, right?!” The young demon’s anxiety was coming through. He really wanted his uncle to see when he managed to release his father!

With a soft sigh, the shadow gave his nephew a reassuring pat on the head. “Of course I was there. Very impressive, by the way.” he praised, causing the young prince to light up. Not enough people gave him the sort of attention he deserved. “And, yes - I know why you summoned me. I don’t know where Wukong’s magic came from, but Xiao-Xiao - or as you call him, “the Noodle Boy” - absorbed a bit of power from my lantern, which I let him do, because I raised him for about five years. I was just getting too weak to keep protecting him, so I dropped him somewhere safe, and he kept the magic.”

..”Shit.” Red mumbled to himself. Great. He started crushing on his tangentially sworn cousin. Stupid. “A-and why is your magic fighting Sun Wukong’s? You know that two forms of magic fighting each other in a mortal’s body can make them very sick!”

“It’s no worse than a common cold, and it’s not like I can help him! The magic he absorbed is his now! If I had to guess, I’d say the shadow magic just thinks Wukong’s magic is a danger to him, but it’ll probably mellow out within a week,” the older demon stated firmly. “Oh, and you suck at hiding it when you like someone.”

“W-Well, let’s not jump the gun he-”

“I mean, I married my sworn brother. It’s not like this is anything biological, so it’s not really incest, and if it keeps you from hurting him-”

“SHUT UP! I do not like THE NOODLE BOY! I just met him, and while he’s a, ahem, pleasant sight, and powerful, he clearly has some sort of connection to Sun Wukong. Whether it’s considered incestuous or not, I would have to talk with a matchmaker before even considering beginning courtship!” the prince claimed loudly, crossing his arms and turning away with a blush. “A-Anyways, I'm sure you have certain… requests… for how we conduct our battles with your son?”

Macaque nodded casually, then snapped his fingers to make the lighting a bit more dramatic, looming over the fire demon threateningly as he approached. “You’re right. And I’ll only say this once;” the shadow warrior began, pulling the shadows around the prince to keep him in place and leaning in close. “I don’t care that you’re family. If my son winds up in the hospital, I will make you forget what it’s like to see the sun.”

Red gulped nervously, then nodded rapidly, causing the shadow to look pleased and back off. “Then I have no issues here.” Macaque claimed, turning to leave, but pausing at the altar. “Oh. By the way…” He snapped his fingers, causing the shadows to slip from his face and revealing his dark fur, tan skin, and bright red markings. “It was nice to see you in person again.” he claimed with a wink, once again going to leave. He was stopped in his tracks by Redson, who squatted down to examine the wedding band crushed onto his poor tail, cutting off the blood flow. “Uh, Red? Wh-Why are you staring like that?”

“What? Why do you THINK!?” He was appalled by the gall of his uncle seemingly finding his worry unprompted. “Get back in the shadows right now.”

Macaque scoffed nervously and tried to tug his tail away. “C’mon, kid. It’ll work itself out.” he claimed, despite the wince he tried to hide at the pull of the ring on his flesh.

“Work itself off, maybe. Back in the shadows! I’m cutting it off.” Red demanded anxiously.

“Isn’t that counter intuiti-” Mac started, trying to lighten the mood again, but he was quickly shot down.

“We both know I mean the ring!”

With a deep sigh, Macaque slipped back into the shadows, bringing the plums with to drop off with the twins. “Alright. Sheesh..” It was nice to know the prince worries about him, but this was a little overboard. He was immortal, after all. That stupid king made sure of that.

Redson walked quickly and nervously, a determined look in his eyes nearly dwarfed by the overwhelming worry. He made his way to his garage, quickly grabbing his tools and prompting Macaque to slip his tail out of the shadows, then delicately, carefully, beginning to cut through the beautiful golden band.

It felt almost upsetting. As though cutting off the ring was indicative of him cutting off Wukong, and despite all those years, both monkeys still hadn’t gotten over each other. Oh well. No time to think about that when Red’s already cut through it and released his tail from the dangerously dented ring. He grabbed the gold and pocketed it faster than Red son could process, leaving the boy extremely confused. “What? I’m sentimental!”

“..Alright then. I’m glad you cooperated. Now, I need to go tell my father about the change in plans. Are you going to come with me?” the prince questioned, taking off his welder’s mask and gloves.

After a brief moment of consideration, Macaque stepped out of the shadows. “Sure thing Red. It’ll be nice to see your parents again anyway..” Not to mention a good distraction from the urge to kill Mk’s idol.

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Mk arrived back at the shop, extremely frazzled as he sprinted through the doors, magic wisps around his glowing eyes in his panic. After tripping over his own feet - he thought that’d stopped happening - he took a moment to sit down and calm himself, but he felt a little sick. His magic was bubbling as though boiling over in a pot, gold light filling the shadows and seeming to agitate it. Where’d he get gold magic from?

“Uh, kid? You okay?” Pigsy asked nervously as he poured another bowl of noodles for his husband, Tang smirking the whole time.

The Little Monkey jerked in place, turning towards them with a little twitch. The purple glow in his eyes seemed to fight a golden one. “Uh- Uh- R-Right! OW-!” He was cut off by a sharp pain in his eyes as the glow settled down, the purple back in place in his irises, though the gold had filled his sclera.

Tang’s smirk fell to a glare as he realized something was hurting his baby, Pigsy reacting similarly though he hadn’t been smiling at any point during this conversation. “WHAT HAPPENED?! Who hurt you? So help me, I will sue for all their money!” the scholar yelled to the universe as he stood from his chair, pissed that his Little Monkey was hurt.

Pigsy shoved past his husband with a mildly annoyed expression at the empty promise he’d heard before, though worry dwarfed the thought of chewing out his husband. “Mk, seriously, are you okay?!”

“I- I think I’m okay, but that’s not important! I found The Monkey King’s Staff!” Mk claimed, displaying the weapon in his hands.

Mei arrived just a moment later and smiled brightly at the sight. “Aww, Mk! You finally re-did the staff? Nice contacts, by the way.”

Contacts? Bah! Whatever. The fate of the world is at stake! “No! I-It’s the real deal!”

Well, Tang could end this argument pretty easy, he just didn’t want to. He did relent rather quickly as he spotted the wisps around his son’s body, seeming more agitated, gold now overpowering the black. “Uh- L-Let me see, but I doubt you’d be able to lift it if it was real,” he offered, approaching and getting a grip on the end of the staff as he tried to look closer. “After all, Monkey King’s Staff is 17,550 pou-ounds!” Mk let go to let his Ba Ba look even closer, but the weight quickly dragged him to the ground. “Okay. Real deal.” Tang wheezed as he pulled his hands from under the heavy weight.

“I’m sorry, Tangy, but you’re not a fair comparison here.” Pigsy claimed, walking over to the staff and trying to lift it, then the room heard a loud squeal and he fell over. “Ow- Oh!- My back!” he groaned, before Tang helped him sit back up and began trying to help soothe the aching.

“You really need to stop straining yourself like that, Pigsy,” the scholar chastised hypocritically.

Mei seemed almost excited by this. “Oo~ Hey, Mk! You wanna move that outside so I can try?” she asked cheerfully.

“Sure thing, Jie Jie!” the Little Monkey replied, lifting the staff one handed with ease. It seemed almost like he was silently boasting.

After placing it in a sufficiently open area, Mei changed from human form, to full dragon form - something Mk had only seen once for his birthday the year before - and she began to try and lift it. After about five minutes, Pigsy and Tang had joined and Mk was just telling Mei she clearly wasn’t able to lift it. About a minute after that, she managed to lift it just barely an inch off the ground, then had to return to human form so she could rest.

Still panting from the exertion even that took, she glanced at Mk, who was now balancing the damn stick on one finger. “Wow. Way to be humble, Mk,” she griped with mild annoyance.

Xiao Houzi threw it up into the air, then caught it, now with his whole hand. “I dunno, Mei. It does make me feel pretty strong to know I can out-lift a dragon,” Mk claimed, posing briefly, then remembering his urgency. “Uh- Now would probably be a good time to go find a way to return this to Monkey King though,”

The dragon had pulled out her phone and had just found a concerning post when he said this. “Yeah, probably. After all, that staff was sealing away DBK,” she stated, showing her phone, which had a few images of Redson and DBK shoving through crowds at the shoe store.

“You paid attention to that?” Mk said in mild confusion.

“You told me that story at least five times. I’m gonna catch some details,” Mei claimed, putting her phone away.

Tang nodded and turned around, already walking towards the truck. Pigsy, Mei, and Mk followed closely behind, having to squeeze behind the adults’ seats. Of course, Xiao Houzi fit fine, though the staff was a little more finicky.

Mei however, was struggling to fit. “How- How are you doing that, Mk? I need to shape-shift to fit in something this small,” she claimed, shifting to a smaller form to prove her point. “I mean, you can't be that small,”

The Little Monkey wasn't sure how he did it, the only answer he had was, “Shadow Dad taught me,”

“Okay, but what's the secret? Like, do you shapeshift? Are you just really flexible? C'mon, Monkey Man, I need to know!” Mei insisted, but only got a shrug this time. It seemed like her little brother really didn't know how to respond, so she sighed and just got comfortable for the rest of the ride.

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Sandy was resting on his boat sipping a cup of blueberry tea, surrounded by his adorable kitty cats, until Mk slammed through his door in a frenzy. “Sandy! Sandy! Sandy! Sandy Shu Shu! We need to cross the ocean and go to Flower Fruit Mountain right now to return this staff to the Monkey King or the Demon Bull King is gonna destroy the world!” He frantically briefed his Uncle/Therapist.

“Okay!” the spirit replied simply.

..”Nothing fazes you, huh?” the young man mumbled as his family joined him on the boat.

“As long as it helps you feel happy, I don't care if this is real or an overdramatic LARP. Mo! Start the launch sequence!” the big blue man called to his cat, who meowed before hopping over to the front of the boat.

Mei was confused by that, though Mk had already sat down and was tightly gripping the arm rests. “Launch sequence?”

“Yeah, you’re probably gonna wanna hold onto something.” Mk answered vaguely, nails digging into the seat like claws. Luckily, he’d sat in the cats’ chair, so it was already scratched up.

“Uh, Wh-AGH!” Mei was thrown off her feet, colliding with the sofa she’d been standing in front of, which was also where Mk’s dads were sitting.

Pigsy snorted at the odd, scrunched up pose the dragon had landed in, though Tang was too focused on the book he was reading to notice.

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The Monkey King (and Shadow Dad) stood on the edge of the boat in his butterfly form, watching Mk play with the staff cheerfully. He could spot it with his eyes. He hadn’t meant for it to happen, but the boy seemed to have sprouted a second tail. Something twice as shocking though, was that the magic in his body had already calmed down quite a bit. It wasn’t calm enough for both to mix yet, but it seemed that the boy’s experience with out of control magic was able to keep the opposing magics from fighting for long. Which was a relief to Wukong. It meant he'd be able to keep his eyes from shooting a laser so strong it would blow up the whole city. *Ahem* Oh, look! They arrived. Or- Well.. Sorta. Right. Flaming mountains.

“Wukong..” The king was startled and looked around agitatedly. “Get back to the mountain. We need to TALK.” Yeah. Probably best to not piss off the disembodied voice of a dead lover. Sorry, bud. On your own for this one.

“Welcome to the Flaming Mountains, gang! The volcanic ring surrounds Flower-Fruit Mountain, making it virtually impassable.” Sandy introduced, before pointing at a particular passage. “That path is the only safe way through, and this is as close as the boat can get- MK!”

He interrupted himself when he saw Mk already climbing over the railing to start walking. “What?” the Little Monkey asked, having stopped when suddenly addressed.

“You shouldn’t go alone. Let’s decide who’s gonna be going with you first.” the river spirit insisted, picking Mk off the railing with ease.

The young adult didn’t want to wait, but it wasn’t much use to argue with the big softy. He was a therapist, after all. He knew how to convince you of something. A few minutes too long later, Mk was finally walking through the path with Pigsy and Mei. Sandy and Tang stayed on the boat which… was honestly probably for the best. They weren’t really fighters.

That didn’t stop Pigsy from griping about it though. “Stupid Sandy. Stupid Tang. Stayin’ cozy in their stupid boat. WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS, NOODLE GODS?!” What could (and did) stop him though was a massive geyser of lava.

“Ooh! Careful, Piggy! Sheesh, you’d wonder why Monkey King decided to live here of all places.” Mei commented, before turning to address her brother and freezing at the sight of Princess Iron Fan lurking behind him.

Sadly, he didn’t seem to notice. “Y’know, when Monkey King had to get through the Flaming Mountains, he actually used Princess Iron Fan’s fan to- b-blow… away..” Okay, now he’d noticed.

“Well, well, well! Aren’t you just a Monkey King fanboy?” the powerful woman commented, moving to attack, before her breath hitched and she remembered her promise. Why did Mihou have to be close to this brat? “I’m gonna suggest you hand the staff over now. Someone very close to me wants you alive, and I’d hate to break his heart.”

Sadly for her, the thief was stubborn. “This belongs to the Monkey King. There’s no way I’m letting you take it,” Mk stated firmly, readying his stance with a glare sent her way.

She gave a scoff, but found humor in the foolishness. “Oh, how sweet. The little Noodle Boy is playing at being a her-WOAH!” She barely dodged the sudden attack. The strange boy’s eyes were letting off sparks now. “Did I strike a nerve?” she asked tauntingly.

Mk launched another attack, yet this one was caught, PIF having put on the gauntlet just in time. The Little Monkey still pivoted the staff to try and hit her again, but it wasn’t quite long enough and he didn’t know how to extend it. Instantly, he was launched away, down the path and towards the mountain.

Mei was enraged, and wanted to fight for her friend - her brother - but the eruptions were picking up pace and if they stayed, they would’ve been boiled and fried. Pigsy managed to drag her with him to the boat without either of them getting hurt, but it didn’t feel like a success. They weren’t gonna let DBK win. Not now.

It was time to get payback. All they could do now was hope Mk was fine.

The Little Monkey awoke, covered in white furred young macaques, and had to struggle against them to sit up, though wouldn’t shoo them off as he didn’t want to scare them away. In front of him he saw the Flaming Mountains, and right behind was his destination. Flower Fruit Mountain.

Meanwhile, at the peak, the moon was finally speaking to the sun once more. “M-Mihou.. You’re alive..”

“No thanks to you.” and he was far from pleased.

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Hey, guys! Sorry about not writing the whole pilot equivalent in one go, but this is getting long and you guys have been waiting long enough. I hope you like it, and as always:

Have fun, and happy scrolling!

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zarinosa · 2 years

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Hi everyone, my close friend requested a Red Son marrying MK kind of thing? Red Son is a sweetheart, and oblivious to social queues.

The Red son of this AU can be very possessive/overprotective, but he cares for MK, and encourages him in his journey to being a celestial being, a protector of Earth.

Red Son has his own palace placed on one of his moons, which he gives MK and his friends shelter from the LBD during her carnage. Red began to have feelings towards MK over the times they hang around, and couldn’t properly express them.

They had a blow out when MK insisted on saving Wukong from LBD. The mission was high risk, and MK could easily die. Red Son’s worry for MK grew, and only agreed to let MK go if he and MK’s friends came along. The rest folds out after that.

Everyone celebrates together with a feast on Mars, and that’s when Red Son “demanded” MK be his partner. MK unfortunately declines, and wanted to take things slow with Red Son. Being oblivious to Earth customs, and mortals in general, he was upset. Red Son however accepted MK’s wishes, and began going out with MK naturally. They become a rather sweet couple. :D

Oh yeah! In this AU, Red Son refers to MK as “Earth Boy” rather than “Noodle Boy”.

Also, I am currently working on Tang, Mei, LBD and Pigsy’s designs right now! Sandy will come up in the near future, so don’t worry!

I hope you guys have a good day!💜

#lmk #lmk fanart #lmk art #monkie kid spicynoodles #space lmk #lmk au #lmk mk #lmk red son #lmk spicynoodles #spicynoodleshipping

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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Iiiiit’s noodle-lovin anon again! With angst! AGAIN!

What if the snek twins unintentionally snapped at s/o after we tried to calm them down from who knows what happened that day and we end up running out into the forest to recoup?

Snek twins go out and search for us, a teary panicky mess, and soff reunion ensues after feeling helpless and thinking we were gone for good.

I take pity and give this angst happy end :3

We on a angsty roll today! I hope poly is okay!

nothing too mean, and reference to a mating cycle but its only mentioned.

🔲Ingo&Emmet🔳

- their mating cycles are coming up. You’ve been their mate for two years now, you know what’s going on.

- You know their emotions are running wild and on high. You’ve caught them hissing at each other several times the last three days.

- They always try their hardest to behave and keep a leveled head, but it always ends with them bottling it all up.

- It was only a matter of time before they exploded.

- They started getting huffy with each other, before an argument broke out. Arguing over something as stupid as who gets to hunt.

- You thought you made a timetable for this when the season hits, so you tried to settle them down before getting it.

- “Stay out of this! I’m verrry tired of you interfering!”

- “Not not! We can settle this without your help!”

- You jump back, not expecting to be on the receiving end of their hisses. The ends of their tails slamming against the ground, their fangs barred at you.

- You stay silent and take a few steps back, letting them get back to arguing before leaving.

- You just wanted from fresh air and to give them time to calm down as well.

- Knowing they don’t mean it, they have been getting better around this time of year, only occasionally slipping up like that.

- You left to a spot you had found a while ago, nice and enclosure by the trees around you. It has the perfect basking spot.

- The twins argued, arguing who should hunt this time to prove who’s the better mate.

- They couldn’t agree, only huffing and leaving to their own hideaways in their den.

- Staying like that for hours, coiled on their own, in their own rooms.

- Two hours had passed when they realize something is wrong.

- You usually walk out for air, yes.

- But you’re never gone this long.

- “Emmet? Is our mate with you?” Ingo yells from across the cave.

- He hears a quivering monotoned voice answer back “funny, I was just about to ask you that.”

- They nearly slam into each other, as they slithered out of the dens. Panic etched on Emmet’s face, while Ingo’s voice is rushed and frantic.

- They rush out of the den, the older twins booming voice calling for you.

- “Darling! Darling we are sorry! Just please come back!”

- “Dear! Please come home! Where are you!?”

The two are tears lining their eyes, their calls and yells for you only grow louder and louder.

“W-what if something got them? What if they are hurt somewhere?”

Ingo doesn’t respond, deep down thinking if he did it would become a reality.

“We will find them, it’s okay.”

The twins slither on, not caring to be quiet.

They want to make as much noise as possible, so you’ll hear them.

You wake up, not realizing you fell asleep in your resting spot. You look up to the sky and realize it’s gotten so late.

Your mates must be worried.

Your thoughts are confirmed when you hear two panicked voices calling for you.

Your voice isn’t as strong as Ingo’s, so you decide to leave your hiding spot and follow his voice.

You know the way back to the den if needed.

The second you’re free from the thick foliage, you’re tackled. All the air being knocked from your lungs.

“Mate!”

“Oh mate! We were so worried!”

“We are sorry! Verry sorry! Please don’t leave us!”

“We will never do that again! Please, dear, we are sorry!”

You’re being held by two sobbing snake hybrids. Their coils are wrapped around you, holding you in between them as they sob into your neck.

You wiggle your arms free, moving them up to run your fingers through their disheveled hair.

“Shhh it’s okay, I’m not leaving you two, not ever. I just came out here for some air and to relax.”

That only seems to make them sob harder.

“I love you both, I’m not going anywhere.”

You kiss Ingo’s temple before kissing the top of Emmet’s head.

They love you, they were so worried, they feared something had hurt you, or worse.

They are awful mates.

But they will make it up to you! They will do anything they can to prevent this in the future!

And you know they will.

You don’t doubt them.

You just let them hold you like this for a moment more.

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon ingo #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet #pokemon emmet x reader #submas #submas hybrid #submas ingo #submas emmet #submas x reader #pokemon hybrid au #hurt/comfort #poly #blankshippers dni #proshippers dni

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So, moon cakiie decided to request for a almost different request as I wasn’t able to do their first request so I hope I do a good job on this one 😁

Warning: noob author, gn!reader, yandere characters, and others.

Characters: nezha, redson.

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Nezha:

You were a half god You met Nezha when you decided to go to a noodle shop you been planing on going for a while, he apparently was visiting one of the workers there from what he said when you accidentally bumped into him not paying attention to your surroundings.

In reality he was actually following you and wanted to met you after stal- observing you when he heard about you from your parent.

You two got to know each other as you ate at pigsy’s and soon became friends. When you two became a couple it was a few months; about four, after you broke up with your now ex as you noticed the red flags that they showed now with the help of nezha.

(I wanted to reference your original request since I wasn’t able to do that and cause I thought it would be interesting if I did 😁)

What you didn’t know was that nezha had made you think they had many red flags by any means he could get his hands on so you could finally be with him and he doesn’t have to kill anyone……yet.

You sometime go into the heaven realm to visit him and your parent to spend time with them, nezha hopes that you would choose to become a god so you can stay with him and not die like you would as a mortal.

Nezha and you usually stay in your apartment seeing as he doesn’t know how to act with any other being besides gods as it’s been a long time since he approached a full human in so long with how is godly duties been put up front until your parent had him take some duties off to spend time with you.

You mostly either cook or head to pigsy’s when you decide to eat something, though one time you and Nezha wanted to spend a date cooking for each other and both of you accidentally messed up and distracting each other too much and destroyed the food and ordered pigsy’s while you two clean the mess and have some laughs about it.

Redson:

You two met with your friends mk and mei, though it was later as you had been visiting your relatives and family so you could only meet him until after all the chaos that happened while you were gone.

You had bumped into him when you were going to pigsy’s to surprise the two ands went together to there and surprised them you did, especially because you arrived to there with Redson and he wasn’t insulting you like he usually do.

He was confused on how he doesn’t feel like insulting you and when he tries it always turns into a compliment than the insult he had planned to say in his head.

You spent four years being friends until you found out your spouse was cheating on you, which was actually do to redson secretly doing something to mind control your spouse into cheating on you even though it hurts him to see you in any kind negative emotions.

Though the relationship didn’t stop until a year later after you recovered the best you could.

The activities you two do afterwards are mostly done in the work shop of his, he makes arts and crafts with you with him doing the same but the ones he makes actual protect you from any unfortunate incidents that might occur or it knock you if see something you shouldn’t, which also erases you mind of that specific thing.

He makes sure to either have a bull clone guarding you when you go out and he couldn’t go with you but if you insist that you don’t need one he still makes sure to have one sneak around to protect you unless it can’t then he’ll come to save the day for you and make the that someone or something whichever it is suffer afterwards after getting you distracted so he can do just that without you knowing about his behavior.

(A/n: I hope you like it! Sorry it took me a little while longer to post this, I’ve been distracted a little bit I’m glad I can finally post it for you! I hope I did a good job on it, hope you don’t mind me making backstory’s for the reader it was the only way for me to make it have 7 paragraphs like I usually do, anyway, hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!!)

#anime #anime x reader #x reader stories #lego monkie kid x reader #various x reader #lego monkie kid #jttw #lmk nezha x reader #lmk nezha #lmk red son #lmk redson x reader

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absolutebl · 2 years

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This Week In BL - The Rankings have CHANGED

Oct 2022 Wk 3

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Only 12% (Fri iQIYI) 11 of 14 - pretty disingenuous of iQIYI to muscle in an ad for its own app and not show it immediately serving ads to the boys. In other news, I still love Peak on screen, the years have not changed my delight in that boy. (I may need to do a Make it Right rewatch.) The question is does Cake feel left behind and jelly as a friend or is he actually in love with Eiw? And if he is, does he realize that about himself? The conflict is so good with this show, so well established, entirely based in characterization, and not an ounce manufactured. I couldn’t be happier it this BL got handed off this this pair, it was made for SantaEarth. I do think, since we got a ton of family life establishment (not to mention Love of Siam reference) that the big separation for these two will be family driven in ep 13. But first we get a whole ep of adorable boyfriends! Yay!

Big Dragon (Sat Gaga) 3 of 8 - bathroom drama, naturally. This is a true enemies to lovers, these two spy on and bully each other. They even talk about non-consent. It’s the harshest version I’ve seen since China existed the field (aside from the Japanese dark stuff, of course). But also this show is using actual BDSM to drive plot and character (not just touring kink), the stuff Unforgotten Night couldn’t even dream of and Mame has never bothered to research. We got Dom voice, roll play, service submission, orders, humiliation. It all turned out to be a tease but the point was also to show these two have compatible kinks (which means compatible intellectual and physical chemistry, so the narrative arc is going to be around emotional chemistry) and that they both know the scene. Someone behind the camera knows what they’re filming too.The way these two transition between anger, resentment, titillation, and flirting (and the way, with kinksters, this can all be the same thing) is really well done. I guess what I’m saying, ultimately, it that this BL is proving itself to be a lot more sophisticated than I expected. I could not have loved the Domme rep more, quite frankly. I’m excited for next week as Big is playing the faen fatal and I love him.

The Eclipse (Fri YT) 11 of 12 - A very tense 11 doom ep but also... off. I did see the twist for the teachers but not the students. That’s because the teacher twit was set up but the student betrayer twist was... not. If Thua was so into the truth why never tell it himself? The resolution was abrupt and most of the second half very odd. It made me wonder if this had a really intended to be a 15 episode arc, in which case they compressed the last 5 eps into 2? The pacing felt totally off from all the previous eps and the pool scene felt like reused footage.The rapid fire character and relationship changes and shifts in arcs was rushed and confusing. But the flirting and claiming was cute, I guess. Also horrible suspicion we may get a sad end now? Truth or another round of Bad Buddy suckering?

Ai Long Nhai (Mon iQIYI) 4 of 10 - I don’t know what to say about this show. I’m enjoying it but I’m pretty sure I shouldn’t be. (This happens to me a lot with pulps.)

Ghost Host, Ghost House (Weds YouTube) 3 of 8 - Honestly I speed though all the ghost stuff for the few BL moments. But it’s worth it because Pluem delivers the softest most seductive krap ever and watching them flirt over noodles is an unalloyed pleasure.

Remember Me (Sun Gaga) 2 of 8 - The BL parts are good, and JaFirst excel. But it moves incredibly slowly with way too many establishing shots, just like The Yearbook. If it’s Mean directing again, he’s gotta shake of the New-yoke right quick.

Hard Love Mission (Sat WeTV) 1-2 of 4 - it’s a short run, so what not? Well because the subs are terrible, everyone looks like they should be in high school, the acting is awful, there’s a dumb feen fattale, the actor/seme seems to have been chosen on the basis of height not talent, and they already leaned in to awkward in a big way. On the bright side the uke is older then the seme and v cute, tropes are dropping thick and fast (there’s only one bed!), and the size difference is vast (if that’s a thing you’re into). All in all, it’s not good but what the hay?

Work from Heart (Thurs YouTube) 5 of 7 - I like the lead pair better in this show then their last one but its nothing on JeffGame, and the lack of plot is challenging for me.

Love in the Air (Thurs iQIYI) 9 of 13 - I still mostly think Pai’s a douche, but it’s nice to see him taking care of Sky, especially as Sky clearly needs someone to do it so badly. Still Sky could do better... and Pai still has to. DUMPSTER FIRE TRASH WATCH ALONG HERE.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

My Tooth Your Love (Taiwan Fri Gaga & Viki) 3 of 1 - Honestly it’s such a relief to watch something from Taiwan in amongst all the Thai folderol. I might be liking this that much more because it’s restful by comparison. I could not be happier with the bratty rich kid kissing a waiter to make a point to his parents. I know, consent, but also... great characterization. I fucking love the ultra-grumpy bar manager character. And the dentist with the sad eyes who worries too much. And our poor boy who needs a therapist more than a dentist. They are all so awkward and broken and CUTE. GAH!!! (I’m getting very @heretherebedork level emotional about this one.)

Roommates of Poongduck 304 (Korea Thurs Viki) 2 of 8 - Poor JaeYoon, HoJun is so mean to him. The camera work in this drama has much more voyeuristic gaze than most KBL. In other words, the directing of this show makes it feel a bit more genuinely gay than a lot of the other BL that comes from Korea. It is fun to watch these 2 slowly become friends. I wish we had enough time to watch them also slowly fall in love. But since this is KBL, that part will be a rush job.

Kabe Koji (Japan Mon Viki) 3 of 10 - I guess this episode was a little bit better. The show is just so painfully EXTRA. As is often the case with Japanese stuff, I keep feeling like there's bones of great story in this drama. And I get glimpses of it, but then it’s covered again - like tasty steak smothered in Kewpie mayo. Oh, Japan.

It’s Airing But I’m Not Watching It

War of Y 20 eps - it’s just all too much for me.

My Roommate 32 eps of 2 minutes each + terrible production values? - I’m not bothering.

Fahlanruk (Sun GaGa) 12 eps - I cut my losses at ep 5. Someone can tell me if the 2nd half is worth it, after it finishes, but I’m not gonna bother to watch it every week. I don’t like any of the couples and the fujoshi framing is repulsive under the context of a narrative trying to be this authentically gay. I’ve lost all patience.

Oh My Sunshine Night 20 eps - I’m scared it’s gonna be sad, so I’m waiting for spies to tell me it’s safe, so far reported to be quite the soap opera.

To Sir With Love AKA Khun Chai 28 eps - dito

2 Moons 3 Thai (Mon ??) 10 eps - I searched for it in a lacklustre manner but couldn’t find it legally anywhere convenient. I will watch it if it’s easy to do so. Possibly as a binge. Rumor is it’s quite banal.

SELF (Thurs ??) - same again without any rumors

Wish Me Luck (Sat ??) - seems to have be delayed into next year

In Case You Missed It

That’s Work From Heart, The Staircase is back.

Gossip

I’ll have more for you next week as I process the Nov release announcements.

UWMA rewatch! The plan was: one UWMA ep a day for the 17 days before Between Us launches on Nov 6. However, I missed the start date (stupid work) so I’ll start tomorrow (Mon 24) and double down on the days when there’s no other BL airing (see calendar below). Wish me luck!

The UWMA Praise Watch along (opposite of a Trash Watch) will happen here on this blog.

Next Week Looks Like This:

October 2022 line up is here.

This week’s best moments?

Ai Long Nhai serving up the Gay Advice Dads!

That’s Aye for ya, brutally honest.

I love a bit of self reference.

I will love her forever. (Big Dragon) Viva la bisexual rep!

Look could we please get a BL featuring this boy? I love him.

Gay identity ownership in BL is still so rare, I cheer every time it drops. (My Only 12%)

Ouch.

(last week)

Current earworm? N.Flying - The Night (Pairs well with My Only 12%)

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grahamfolgersdeliciousnotebooks · 3 months

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The trip to the safehouse took over seven hours – four and a half hours spent on a train from London to Edinburgh, twenty minutes spent in Waverly waiting for the next train, forty-five minutes spent traveling from Edinburgh to Stirling, nearly an hour huddling under a cold and drippy bus stop in Stirling, then a final forty-five minute bus ride to the small and unassuming town where Basira thought they might be safe – and Jon did not sleep for a single minute of it.

He couldn’t, even if he’d wanted to. His nerves were utterly frayed. It felt as though his body had been stuck in fight-or-flight mode from the moment he’d found Martin’s tape, and nothing – not the gentle rocking of the train, not the soothing silence of the late-night air, not the fact that Martin was curled into the seat beside him, hand still loosely wrapped around Jon’s even while he slept – could convince his body that the danger had passed.

And, well, it wasn’t as though his mind was fully convinced of that fact, either. Lukas was dead, but there was no reason to believe the Lonely would release its grip on Martin so easily. He hadn’t dissolved into a wisp of fog, like Jon’s nervous system remained convinced he would if Jon let him out of his sight for even a moment, but he still seemed… off. Like he’d been thawed in a microwave – still frozen to the touch in some places, burning hot in others. He’d flinched the first Jon tried to touch him, but by the time they got settled on the train he was all but clinging to him, grabbing Jon’s hand and pressing it to his chest like a security blanket.

When they stopped by a convenience store in Waverly – buying milk, tea, instant noodles, frozen vegetables, whatever they could find that might hold them over until they could have a proper grocery run, plus a few sandwiches for the trip – he seemed normal. He’d loosened his grip on Jon’s hand but hadn’t let it go altogether, and he’d had strong opinions on what kinds of tea they ought to buy, and he even managed a quiet snort when Jon suggested they get one of every variety just in case. But by the time they’d found a bench to sit on while they ate, he was gone again. His expression had fallen back into that awful, blank, dissociative haze, and only after repeated prompting did it occur to him to eat. When Jon asked him if he was alright, all he would say was “Fine.”

Mostly, though, he’d been asleep. Jon was glad. Much as he might want to talk things out, the fact was that Martin had earned a bit of a rest. He spent the majority of the seven-plus hour trip snoring gently into Jon’s shoulder while Jon held his sleepless, restless vigil beside him. When Martin shifted in his sleep, Jon turned his head to bury his nose in Martin’s hair. He smelled like sea salt, and like rain, and like whatever cheap shampoo he used – a sharp, overtly-synthetic scent that probably got marketed with some nondescriptive, performatively masculine name like Ice Shard, or Ocean Blast, or Power Sport.

“Stay with me,” he whispered into Martin’s hair. “Please, Martin. I can’t lose you.”

By the time they reached the safehouse, he was well and truly exhausted. He barely had time to take in the room that the front door opened up into – a dusty little kitchen that might optimistically be referred to as “cozy” but more realistically would be described as “cramped” – before he stumbled into one of the chairs at the kitchen table.

Martin flicked on the lightswitch, bathing the room in the butter-yellow glow of an ancient incandescent filament.

“Should I put the kettle on?” he asked.

Jon nodded. He meant to say something affirmative, but he found he was having trouble opening his mouth. He set his head down on the table, and told himself he was only going to rest his eyes for a second.

Jon didn’t think he was asleep for very long. When he woke up, he woke in stages. For a few minutes, he was “awake” by only the broadest definition of the term. His eyes were open, he was vaguely aware of his surroundings, but his brain was not processing anything. Instead he just floated on a warm, sleepy bubble of contentment, lulled by the familiar sounds of tea being brewed.

Then his memories returned to him with all the urgency of a shot of adrenaline to the heart. He sat bolt upright and whipped his head around in a muddled, desperate search for Martin, where was Martin, Martin was gone–

A hand came to rest on his shoulder, and he relaxed. Martin was here. He hadn’t been pulled back into the Lonely, or killed by the NotThem, or arrested for Peter’s murder. He was standing beside Jon’s chair with a cup of tea in hand, whole and unharmed.

“Bad dream?”

“No,” Jon shook his head, and he really mustn't have been asleep that long, if his regular selection of nightmares hadn’t had a chance to get started. “Jus’ worried.”

“About what?”

“You.”

“Oh.” Martin blinked. “I’m sorry,” he said, but he said it exactly the same way he had in the Lonely. His voice was detached and distant, like he was observing his own emotions at an arm’s length and was faintly surprised at what they turned out to be.

“Don’t be sorry,” Jon replied. “Only fair, really, given how many times you had to worry about me.”

“I did, didn’t I?” Martin mused in that same dispassionate tone. “I don’t miss that. Thought I would, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“When Peter offered me that deal, I think he thought that was a selling point. He never did really understand people. He’d talk about giving me an ‘escape from my grief’ as though I wanted that–” There was still an upsettingly clinical edge to Martin’s voice, relaying his memories as though they had happened to someone else, but a bit of emotion was beginning to creep in. “–but honestly, that was the worst part. You were… gone, and my grief was all I had left of you. The idea of not even being able to miss you anymore… God. It felt like I was betraying you, it felt– it felt worse than if he’d just asked me to kill you.” At some point, Martin had started crying. He lifted his hand to his cheek and looked surprised when it came back wet. “God, talking about this is bringing it all back up.”

Jon steered him into a chair and grabbed his hand. “I’m so sorry, Martin–”

“No, this is good,” Martin said. “Jon, I feel awful!” Jon started to point out that that didn’t seem good, actually, but Martin cut him off. “I didn’t think I’d feel anything this strongly ever again.”

And Jon could see how that was a good thing. “I’m… glad,” he said, squeezing Martin’s hand. “But if you’re going to remember how to feel emotions, perhaps we could start with some better ones? You must have some good memories you could talk about? Granted, with how the past few years have gone…”

Martin cocked his head, considering. Jon found himself painfully aware that Martin was running his thumb in absentminded circles around Jon’s knuckle while he thought.

“Do you remember when I first moved into Document Storage?” Jon nodded. “We’d never really talked before outside of work, and– and it wasn’t like we talked all that much then, but it was– it was nice. It was the first time I ever really understood why Tim and Sasha liked you. I remember I told some dumb joke, and– and I don’t even remember what the joke was but you laughed, and all of a sudden I thought, ‘Oh, okay. I get it now.’”

“I, um.” Jon cleared his throat. “I don’t remember the exact verbiage but I think it was a play on the phrase ‘the early bird gets the worm.’”

“That sounds… terrible.”

“It was,” Jon agreed. It had stuck with him precisely because it was terrible. For weeks afterward, he would think back to that moment, and curse himself for laughing at something so trite, and said by Martin of all people, and he didn’t stop to consider any other reasons why he kept returning to the memory of Martin making him laugh. “You could barely finish the joke because you started laughing halfway through.”

“Oh, God. I didn’t.”

“You did.”

“Oh, God,” Martin repeated.

It all seemed so close all of a sudden. Like the gulf of three years and a thousand traumas had all disappeared, and if Jon simply willed it hard enough, he could go back to that moment – sit with Martin in a Document Storage that had never known infestation, reach out to him with hands that had never been scarred, speak with a voice that had never reached into the depths of a stranger’s mind and pulled out their darkest traumas. Be a person who might, in a thousand years, be worthy of Martin’s affection, instead of the person he was now.

“Did I miss my chance?”

The words slipped out before Jon could think better of them.

“What?”

“I–” Jon gathered his words. “I thought, before the coma, that you might have been… interested in me. And maybe, if I’d worked up the nerve to say something back then, we could have had something. Is it too late for that now?”

Martin drew back, pulling his hand out of Jon’s grip. “I’m not the same person I was.”

“Neither am I.”

“Whatever it was you liked about me back then, I’m not sure I… have it, anymore.”

That was an answer, certainly. One that Jon could accept – should accept, probably. But he couldn’t bring himself to give up just yet, not without a clear and unambiguous answer.

“Is that a yes?” he asked, feeling needy and more than a little pathetic. “I missed my chance?”

Martin hesitated. “You missed your chance with the person you knew.”

“And if…” Jon swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. “If I’m still in love with the person you are now? What then?”

Martin responded to that with a very quiet, “Oh.” And then, to Jon’s horror, he started to cry.

Jon stumbled out of his chair and knelt beside him, driven by an anxious but unfocused need to fix this. “Oh, God, Martin, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed–”

“You’re an idiot,” Martin whispered.

“I am.” Jon wasn’t going to argue with that, not now of all times, when he’d just made Martin cry. What was he thinking? “I’m sorry, you don’t have to–”

Martin cut him off once again. “Of course you still have a chance,” he said, and Jon’s heart stopped. “God knows why you’d want one, but you do.”

Jon reached up to cradle Martin’s wet cheeks. “Because I love you.” Saying it once had loosened his tongue, and it was all too easy to say it again. “Martin, you’re incredible–”

Martin sniffed. “Don’t push it,” he said with a wet laugh. “I’m still getting used to this whole ‘emotions’ thing, remember?”

“I’m–”

“Don’t say you’re sorry,” Martin said before Jon could finish the thought. “You don’t have to be.” He pulled Jon off the floor and into a hug.

Martin’s arms were a firm and solid weight around Jon’s shoulders, and his sweater was soft against Jon’s cheeks. It had the same sea salt smell as his hair had done, but with something warmer and more Martin-y underneath. He let his eyes slip closed.

“Jon?”

Jon stirred awake.

“Did you just fall asleep?”

“No,” Jon lied, badly.

“Alright, let’s figure out where the bedroom is in this place. We can talk more in the morning.”

Jon didn’t argue. He lifted himself up on tired legs and followed Martin through the hallway and into a sparsely-furnished bedroom at the back of the house. As he shrugged out of his jacket and his shoes and took off his belt – the closest thing to changing he had the energy to do – he expected Martin to turn around and explore the rest of the house, get himself situated, put away the groceries. He’d already gotten plenty of sleep. Instead, Martin took off his own shoes and slid into bed beside him.

Jon shifted closer, and Martin wrapped his arms around him once more. As Jon’s eyes drooped shut once again, he heard Martin whisper to him.

“I love you, too, you know. That never changed.”

And then Jon was asleep, secure in the knowledge that Martin would be there when he woke up.

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#reblogs and replies are always welcome!#also comments on ao3!#tma fanfic #tma fic #jonmartin fic #jmart fic #do not archive

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iu-jjang · 7 months

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[FANCAFE] 23.09.18 IU replies to uaena’s comments on her fancafe (Part 4)

Uaena: Did you finish the song that you let us listen to (a snippet of) the guide version at the media exhibition??

IU: In the first place😌🔥

(TL note: IU probably means it was already completed to begin with, but uaenas only got to listen to a snippet of the guide version of the song)

Uaena: Watching the Golden Hour on big screen, we could clearly see the sweat on your face ㅜㅜ During the concert, because we’re far away, we couldn’t see it. It must have been really tiring for you. Thank you 🥺

IU: I got a shock too…!!! 🙊 The moment I saw the sweat drops, I thought of the heat back then and it was difficult to enjoy (the show) for a short while keke

Uaena: Unnie you said you liked ‘7 | rin’ (giraffe).. have you changed to ‘to 77 |’ (rabbit) now..? Did you just steal my 7 | idea and run away with it?

(TL note: The 7 | idea was previously suggested by this fan.)

IU: kekekeke kyahahahaha But then ‘to 77 |’ (rabbit) has two 7s in it, so isn’t it better…? 🥹

Uaena: Unnie, but then exactly what is a chilpan tokki (blackboard rabbit)?? Is it a rabbit who carries around a blackboard and draws and writes lyrics on it??

IU: A ‘to77|’ (rabbit) drawn on a 7pan (blackboard). Specially drawn using chalk!

Uaena: I tried drawing a to77| (rabbit) full of 7s. How is it? Hehe

(inserts picture of rabbit drawing with 7 used as the strokes)

IU: Oh my… The 7s in the pupils of the rabbit are the highlight.. This is crazy…

Uaena: I was told to pass on the message to Jieunie that 4 years ago, she said tanghulu is really delicious!!

(Insert screencap from IUTV of IU saying tanghuu is really delicious)

IU: Oh!! This is the day I was talking about!!!

Uaena: Unnie, do you know that Mcdonalds no longer sells chocolate-coated soft serve ice cream? That was my favourite snackㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

IU: Bring back chocolate-coated soft serve cones and apple piesㅠㅠㅠㅠ

(TL comment: Yes, I was shocked to find that Mcdonalds in Korea doesn’t sell apple pies!)

Uaena: During the Momo concert yesterday, the intercultural children’s choir did a medley of unnie’s songs. I’m curious to know how you felt, listening to it backstage🥹🥹🥹❤️

IU: I listened to it with my in-ear monitors and gave them a thumbs up when I met them in the waiting room!! It was really good😌👍🏻

Uaena: List your order of preference for rice, noodle, bread, ricecake and porridge…🥹

IU: Rice, noodle, bread, ricecake, porridge oh? That’s my order of preference though?

Uaena: Jieun unnie, when we meet this weekend, let’s do the (audience) wave again!!🌊🤍

(TL note: When IU did it during her previous 360 degree Love, Poem concert at KSPO Dome, the wave was never-ending and it was hilarious when IU tried to stop the wave.)

IU: Do you all want to do a wave!??!??! 🐥🐥🐥🐥🩵🩵

Uaena: It seems like you are doing a lot of filming in the countryside these days,, what’s your favourite menu at the expressway rest areas??😋🤤

IU: Hodugwaja (Walnut cakes) 🐥🐥🐥

Uaena: Unnie

7 year old Hoonie 👶 vs 7 of current Hoonie 👱‍♂️ (TL note: IU’s brother)

IU: If there were 7 of the current Hoonie, I would have a really good life..🤤

Uaena: Unnie, did you have a good dinner?? Do eat even if you have a late dinner🥺🥺

IU: Uaena treated me today, so I ate a lot ㅠㅡㅠ

Uaena: Unnie, your 15th anniversary is ending soon…🥹 Unnie, you’re mentally prepared for this right?? Have a good rest tonight. Unnie-ya, dream of me❤️

IU: What’s more surprising~~~~~ is this weekend~~~~🎉

(TL note: Reference to the end of ‘dlwlrma’ lyrics)

Uaena: I’ll post my last comment and take my leave! (inserts symbols to show a message of a stick man climbing up stairs ‘Entering IU’s heart now’ -dugeun dugeun- (heartbeat))

IU: Oh gosh oh gosh.. You should be careful of your knee cartilage.

Bear in mind that you only get your knee cartilage once in life.

Uaena: Bead (TL note: YIN’s nickname for IU), you worked hard today too❤️ (inserts symbols showing one cat patting another on the head) There are only 5 minutes left!!! Unnie, dream of me and have a good rest❤️ See you on Saturday🍀🍀

IU: Looking up straight!

Uaena: Unnie!!!! How is your mosquito bite????

IU: It keeps on keeps on keeps on~~~~ keeps on keeps on keeps on being itchy..

(TL note: Reference to I.O.I’s Very Very Very)

Uaena: You didn’t reply to any of my messages, but that’s ok! Since we are IUAENA🤍 Even our anniversary, which there’s only 1 minute left now, Jieun unnie who worked hard. Good job. You did well. You’re the best.

IU: Thank you 🩵🩵🩵🩵

Uaena: I’m a high schooler in my 3rd year with less than 60 days left until the college entrance examinations. I’m putting aside my studies and going off to meet IU on Sunday💖💖 Congratulations on your 15th anniversary and see you on Sunday!!!

IU: I’m not going to stop such things!!! 🐥🐥🐥

Since you’ve made up your mind, let’s have fun~~~!!!💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻🕺🕺🕺

Uaena: Unnie, what time are you going to bed today?💜

IU: I’m going to bed soon. Once it’s midnight, I start to get sleepy.. This is new to me.. ⭐️

Uaena: Is Aesoonie all ready to go to bed~~?

IU: Alright~ I’ve just washed up~

Uaena: Noona, can you give a few words of consolation to uaena who can’t go for the fan concert🥺🥺🥺??

IU: I’m sorry that I’m a singer who doesn’t like doing online concertsㅠㅠㅠㅠ!!!!!!!💜

Uaena: It’s okay. It’s noona’s decision, so I’m sure everyone will support you positively. Anyway Edam will upload videos💜

IU: kekekekekekeke ack this comment is really funny kekekekekeke

Uaena: Unnie, are you still reading the comments? What should I do so that you will look at me?🥹 Could you say goodnight to me?🥺🥺🥺

IU: Deep sleep 🩵 (written in English)

Uaena: Unnie, did you have a good day today??

IU: I was really really excited today~~~~!!!! Today was a day with many scenes that gave me pressure squeezed into one day, but thanks to all of you, I completed them well🐥🐥🐥💜

Uaena: Unnie, 30 years later, you have to do a concert at KSPO Dome…got it..?

IU: KSPO Dome… my favourite concert venue🐥 Hang in there KSPO Dome..!!

Uaena: Whose idea was it to do a fan concert?

IU: A new Edam staff who is good at doing his/her work and Jo Hyunwoo director strongly recommended😗👍

Uaena: I learnt this on a YouTube video about Science!! If you tell someone you love to dream of you, you will affect the person’s sleep, so if you really love a person, you should tell the person, ‘Dream of me, but I hope you just remember it vaguely~’ Unnie, dream of uaena, but have a good rest and just remember us vaguely~~~😌🩵 Love you and thank you!

IU: Wah indeed.. The world of Ts is really attractive😍

(TL note: In MBTI, the Ts are Thinkers who tend to make decisions using logical analysis and objectively weighing pros and cons.)

Uaena: During the 40 times I watched your concert, I didn’t want to miss a single moment, so I didn’t move an inch from my seat. Now it’s kind of hard for me to watch a movie at the theatre. If I’m not in good health, it’s hard for me to participate in fan activities. Sad.

IU: Don’t be hurt. I’ll feel hurt too..

Uaena: Jingjjang, before you go off, how do you train your stamina? Now that I’m in my 30s, I’m losing HP every hourㅠㅠ

IU: Stamina.. It gets lost like the air we breathe.. 🥹 There’s no way to hang on to it~~~🥹🥹

IU replying to herself:

Uaena, I’m going to read some of the script for tomorrow and have a deep sleep🤤😍

Thank you everyone, for making today my best anniversary ever. But the real thing begins this weekend, so everyone please don’t feel sorry (that the anniversary day is over)⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Goodnight everyone, live well and come back again tomorrow!

Uaena and I will be meeting this weekend, so please make sure not to exert yourself too much this week!!! Bye💜

Translated by IUteamstarcandy with love

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

#IU #fancafe #replies

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angelbroad · 7 months

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"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Type: Fanfiction

Fandom: Mortal Kombat

Characters: Raiden, Fujin, Kung Lao, Kakkō

The atmosphere in Madam Bo’s restaurant was lively as always, Raiden and Kung Lao enjoying themselves. Even Fujin was here, which was always great.

“How have you been? I haven’t seen you back in Fengjian for a long time.”, Fujin said, refering to Kung Lao and her brother.

Raiden scratched the back of his head, trying to not divulge anything about their secret journey. Fujin was going to be tested soon, after all.

“Me and Kung Lao have been busy. This mission has been helping a lot of people.”

Kung Lao nodded as he continued to eat his dumplings, “Seeing and exploring places outside the village have been great. We should take you with us sometime.”

Raiden tried to gesture to him to shut down the idea, but Fujin replied excitedly and positively. Raiden sighed. He really hoped that nothing too crucial would be found out before Fujin was meant to be tested, otherwise the test would not be true.

“By the way.”, Fujin asked, “Who are they?”

She pointed at Kakkō, who was looking at the food like a baby learning to speak for the first time. Raiden also noticed they weren’t wearing their Shirai Ryu uniform.

“Um, I don’t know....?”

“Hi.”, Kakkō waved.

“Did you follow us all the way here?”

“Hey, Kung Lao said Madam Bo’s food was the best I’ll ever eat.”

Raiden looked at Kung Lao with a scolding look, to which Kung Lao lifted his arms up.

“I didn’t tell them to follow us!”, he tried to defend.

This resulted in a back and forth with Raiden. Fujin used the distraction to scoot closer to Kakkō.

“Soo, what’s your name?”

“Oh. I’m Kakkō, nice to meet you.”, they said as they extended a hand for a handshake, which Fujin returned.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Fujin.”

“Raiden’s sister, I know. He talks about you a lot.”

“Aw, he does miss me!”

“Guys, I’m right here.”

Kakkō scanned the table for more food, and settled on some odd-looking noodles. They reached out a hand to grab the bowl and try the food but Raiden stopped them just as they were about to put the noodles in their mouth.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”, he said, to which Kakkō raised an eyebrow.

“Why?”, they asked.

“Ooh, those are Madam Bo’s spicier noodles.”, Fujin said, “I have no idea how Kung Lao can handle them.”

The man in question shrugged smugly, “Cause I’m that awesome.”

Raiden rolled his eyes at the remark, but Kakkō only shrugged.

“Oh come on, it’s just hot food. What’s the worse that can happen?”, they said, shoving a mouthfull of the dark noodles in their mouth. They slurped them, staining their mouth with sauce in the process, chewed and swallowed.

They held the bowl for some time, but then started to visibly shake and their mouth started to quiver. Fujin looked at them in worry.

“Are....you okay?”

Kakkō nodded quickly and with a closed mouth, but sweat started to creep in.

“Should I get you milk? You don’t look okay.”

“Huuu shh fhhshhh......”

Fujin could have sworn Kakkō started to get shorter, which was slightly confirmed when she got up to go and get the milk. Then, right before her eyes, the person in front of her started to turn into putty, which was really disturbing.

“Get the milk! Get the milk!”, Raiden shouted as he got up to run into the kitchen.

“Dammit Kakkō!”

“W-What is going on?!”, Fujin asked in confusion and panic.

“We’ll explain later!”, Raiden said as the two fethched the milk from the kitchen in a rush, passing by a confused Madam Bo.

The shapeshifter calmed down once they had gotten the milk, their shape becoming more human again as they slumped onto the table. They groaned in despair as Raiden scolded them.

“I told you, you couldn’t handle it.”

“Okay, what is going on?”, Fujin asked in a demanding tone.

“Kakkō is a shapeshifter.”, Kung Lao explained, “That apperently doesn’t like spicy food.”

It took Fujin some time to take it in. So, Raiden and Kung Lao have been making friends with actual cryptids? Raiden must have noticed her unease, because he turned to her to speak assurances.

“Don’t worry, Kakkō wouldn’t hurt a fly.”, he explained as he rubbed their back.

For the most part, at least from the first impressions, Fujin could see that Kakkō meant no harm. But it was still hard to not be cautious. Who wouldn’t be once they discovered shapeshifters existed. She walked over to Raiden.

“Is that what you’ve been doing outside Fengjian?”

“That is.....a story for another time.”, Raiden said.

“Brother, you ought to have faith in me. You will have to tell me at some point and you know it.”

“I do, Fujin. Just..now is not the time.”

Fujin sighed, “Right. Of course.”

#fictober23 #mk1 #mortal kombat #mk fujin #mk raiden #raiden #mk kung lao #kung lao #kakko

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janetbrown711 · 1 year

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Fine, Great

Pigsy has a sense of impending doom around the Mid-Autumn festival but cannot put a finger as to why, until some very unexpected guests show up at his door.

tw for references to child abuse and homophobia, as well as smoking

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8.5 Part 9

Ao3 Link

By some weird, twisted turn of fate, an entire week managed to pass without a single incident. Seriously– even when their lawyer contacted him, Gatita was pleased to inform them that there would be no charges, the case had been dropped entirely and that both cops left the force to go be paralegals for her??? Didn’t make a lick of sense, but he’d take that over an investigation anyday, and was sure to thank Gatita immensely.

He had held his breath when Mei’s suspension ended and she went to school with MK but day after day and there weren’t any incidents, other than the office reporting that Mei was talking too much or too loud, but compared to fist fighting, it was basically a non-issue and even the faculty were starting to acknowledge that perhaps that teacher just had issues.

It was good for Pigsy’s sanity to have a functional routine again though. He’d wake up, make sure the kids were up, make breakfast, eat, drop them off, take the subway to the restaurant, and work there til closing, with the kids taking the city bus to get to the restaurant themselves. Pigsy wasn’t the biggest fan of them being on their own, but MK had technically survived this long and it was broad daylight and also one of the most popular routes so it could’ve been worse.

Could’ve been four fucking years old– Seriously, if MK’s parents weren’t already dead, they’d be dead by Pigsy’s own hands.

Tang would also stop by whenever his classes were over for the day, and they’d talk and flirt a little and he’d make him food, and Tang wouldn’t pay and Pigsy would egg him on about that, and overall it was a good time.

Which was weird.

Something was supposed to be wrong here– and something was– Pigsy just couldn’t place it.

Then again, there was something that threw him off, and that was that today was the Mid-Autumn festival. The day had been incredibly busy, despite closing early for the holiday. Catering order after catering order– Pigsy started to wonder why on earth people couldn’t just make their own noodles, but also realized he made quite a bit of profit today, so while exhausting, it wasn’t a waste. Plus, it wasn't like he sold mooncakes– he preordered those from culinary genius Chang’E forever ago.

But still. Something felt… wrong.

Maybe it was because it was the first time in years he wouldn’t be alone, maybe it was because it was weirdly cold, or maybe it was the fact that it was almost the six year anniversary of–

“Something on your mind, Pigsy?” Tang asked while MK and Mei ‘mopped’ together around his stool.

“The usual,” Pigsy flat out lied as he watched Mei and MK ‘cleaning’ happily.

They were accounted for, Tang was accounted for, The restaurant was accounted for, Sandy was–

Just then a particularly cold breeze from the late autumn air blew through the restaurant, getting Pigsy out of his thoughts as the kids and Tang shivered.

“Mr. Piggy, why don’t you have a door if it gets so cold?” Mei raised her hand to ask.

“Bah, it doesn’t get that cold,” Pigsy scoffed. “Though I do have a different type of door I install for the winter since customer’s usually aren’t working right next to the grill– I guess I’m a little biased.”

“I’d say a lot biased,” MK laughed.

Pigsy snorted and rolled his eyes, “Alright, alright– a lot. You two gonna actually clean, or are you gonna keep sword fighting with the mops?”

“...Can we choose sword fighting?” Mei raised her hand again.

Pigsy gave the girl a look, and they understood, quickly going to actually do the task at hand.

“You know, you’d think getting kids to help close a restaurant would be easier,” Tang joked.

“Yeah, yeah,” Pigsy smirked before going back to his dishes. “Your folks coming to visit tonight?”

For some reason, Tang didn’t reply to that. It was probably just the sound of running water drowning him out, so Pigsy stopped it momentarily and repeated his question.

“O-oh– um– no, not really,” Tang didn’t– couldn’t– look him in the eyes.

“Ah– you got siblings?” Pigsy asked, drying his hands.

“No,” Tang started typing intently.

“Do they live out of town? Cuz that’s the deal with my folks– halfway across the damn country when they aren’t ‘touristing’ or whatever,” Pigsy snorted in an attempt to get Tang to laugh, but at most his customer managed a weak smile.

“No, they live on Huayuan Road, along with my grandfather,” Tang said, his typing pausing briefly before continuing.

“That’s just a couple blocks from here– why aren’t they coming over?” Pigsy furrowed his brow.

Tang sighed. “Pigsy, I really appreciate what you’re trying to do, but I’m fine,” his customer tried to assure with a tight smile.

“Tang–”

“Pigsy, when I say I’m fine, I’m fine,” Tang looked away again.

Pigsy knew that was absolute bullshit.

“You know for someone so preachy about opening up, you haven’t told me much have you?” Pigsy pointed out.

“I’m not having this conversation now, Pigsy,” Tang was getting annoyed.

“I just– do they have some kind of excuse, or place they’re visiting or something else that makes this make any bit of sense?” Pigsy couldn’t refrain himself from asking, and Tang shut his laptop.

“Yes, Pigsy. They’re visiting the Temple of the Moon to worship Chang’E properly.” Tang huffed, putting his laptop in his bag.

Pigsy took a step back. “Wait– Tang– I’m sorry– I didn’t–”

“I know, Pigsy. I know,” Tang rubbed his forehead. “I just...”

“I’m sorry– you’re a lot better at the whole helpin’ thing than I am,” Pigsy sighed. “If it helps I really just wanted to know what you’d be up to in case you… want to join us for tonight?”

“I… yeah, I’d like that,” Tang gave a much more genuine, although weak smile before adding– “Just– don’t… bring up my folks. Especially to the kids.”

“Promise,” Pigsy swore and Tang’s shoulders relaxed.

“Good, then it’s a date– wait– nonono, this doesn’t count as a date– Shoot, we need to plan a real date, don’t we?” Tang laughed a little as he ran fingers through his hair.

“Jeez, you’re right– I can’t believe We’ve gone this long without even talking about it,” Pigsy chuckled a bit and started to dry off some glasses with an old rag.

“Soon?” Tang asked.

“Soon,” Pigsy agreed.

.o0o.

The feeling of something being wrong still didn’t go away as Pigsy closed and started making food at their apartment. Even as he set up his new lazy susan and let the kids play with bubble wrap, and he was watching them having fun, things were just– they were off. Even as the kids set the table, even as the crab looked absolutely delicious and Pigsy was half tempted to crack one open right now, it still was odd.

He had thought it was just Tang, because something was very very clearly on his mind, but acknowledging it didn’t make the worry go away. There had to be something else afoot here.

Despite that though, things were still going alright in the kitchen and everything was moving at a fair pace until there was a knock at the door and Tang let himself in.

“Well aren’t you three the busy bees?” Tang commented as he set down a bottle of cassia wine and a box of lotus root.

“It’s a feast alright,” Pigsy wiped sweat from his forehead before examining the bottle. “Peach wine?”

“Y-yeah! I thought something fruity– er–! sweet would be good for all the meats and stuff,” Tang laughed nervously, much to Pigsy’s confusion.

“Yeah, it’ll definitely compliment the spiced bean dumplings I got the kids working on,” Pigsy decided to not bring it up and patted Tang’s shoulder before adding it to his wine cooler (he had a wine cooler– living in this place was so weird).

Tang seemed relieved at that, going back to the front to drop off his coat and shoes.

“So– what can I help with?” Tang clapped and rubbed his hands.

“Mr. Tang,” MK’s hand shot up, “Why do you always wear a scarf?”

“I think it completes my look, don’t you think?” Tang posed against the fridge a little and Pigsy snorted.

Mei smirked and turned to MK. “I bet he can’t take the scarf off cuz if he does, his head’ll fall right off!”

“Ew! That’s so gross Mei,” MK laughed and pushed her away while Tang blushed and adjusted himself.

“It’s not like that,” Tang assured. “Besides, that’s a green ribbon, not a scarf.”

“Wait, so that’s story’s real???” MK’s jaw dropped.

“Ack– just– um–” Tang panicked.

“Get back to prepping– can’t eat the food if it doesn’t get made,” Pigsy decided to swoop in and Tang looked relieved as they giggled and got back to pinching.

“Ah– thanks,” Tang sighed a breath of relief.

“Yeah yeah,” Pigsy smiled a little. “If you could chop the lotus root you brought, that'd be great.”

“Will do,” Tang nodded.

Pigsy handed him a knife before the chef’s phone buzzed to life in his pocket. With a wince, he dug it out, flipped it open where the caller ID read–

Ma.

Pigsy rubbed his eyes.

He should’ve been expecting it, honestly. Every year she called, but most years he wasn’t all that busy– except with staying open later for catering, not making food for his f– the kids under his care, and Tang.

“OoOOOooo, who’s callin’?” Mei asked, finishing her last bean dumpling.

“Ah– no one. I’ll call back later,” Pigsy hung up and set his phone on silent. “You two done?”

“Yes sir Mr. Piggy,” Mei gave a big old grin. MK panicked at that– quickly twisting the last five in front of him and placing them on the tray with a nervous smile and thumbs up.

Pigsy chuckled. “Alright, how’s about you go set the table then?”

“Do we gotta?” Mei flopped her upper body on the kitchen island dramatically.

Pigsy rolled his eyes. “If we finish early and you two’re still up for it, we can get you some dragon’s beard candy, alright?”

Mei shot up and immediately raced MK to get plates down while Tang laughed.

“Ah– be careful with the plates-!” Pigsy called as the two ignored him completely as they ran to the dining table. Pigsy sighed.

“Does that always backfire?” Tang smirked.

Pigsy scoffed. “They’ll be way too tired after dinner to want to go into town– ‘sides we get a good view of the parades from here– it’s fine– I think,” He winced as Mei slammed a plate down– but relaxed when it didn’t sound like it cracked or chipped.

Tang chuckled more as he continued slicing lotus root. “You know, for all the panicking you’ve been doing, I would’ve expected you to be doing a lot worse– but you seem to got this whole ‘parenting’ thing down.”

“Funny,” Pigsy chuckled as he put the dumplings in the oven.

“What? You still don’t trust my word?” Tang teased.

“It’s not that– it’s just–” Pigsy shook his head.

It’s just that I’m not their parent.

“You know you’re slicing that wrong, right?” Pigsy looked down at Tang, almost startled by just how poorly the man was holding the knife.

“Am I?” Tang blinked, only now realizing he was totally crooked and now a whole root was just uneven.

“Here– I’ll show you,” Pigsy took the knife from Tang.

“First you gotta grip the knife tight, so that you’re actually in control of the damn thing,” He teased Tang a little. “Then, as you go you gotta not be scared of slicing your fingers off– otherwise you give yourself too much space and that’s how you get all uneven. You can go slow, I’m not gonna judge you for that either– try it like this,” Pigsy sliced five pieces before offering the knife back to Tang.

“Rrrrright,” Tang nodded, taking the knife and immediately forgetting all of Pigsy’s advice. With a huff, Pigsy wrapped his arms around Tang and forced him to do it properly (which was even difficult for him because of the close contact).

“Got it now?” He asked after five more slices.

“Y-yeah totally,” Tang stuttered, which made Pigsy look at his face and realize just how red he was. Pigsy laughed a little, which made Tang laugh a little, which was good for about five seconds, until Tnag tried to continue slicing while he still had his eyes closed, and cut his finger.

“ACK– Mother f-f’nning great monk alive–” Tang held back curses before grabbing a towel and pressing it against his finger. “Mind telling me where the bathroom is, Pigsy?” He asked through grit teeth.

“Yikes– it’s just down the hall on the right–sorry,” Pigsy pointed.

“Bah– it’s my fault for being a clutz– I’ll be fine,” Tang winced a little with a smile before walking to the bathroom. Pigsy hovered closely behind anxiously when there was a sudden knock at the door.

“You gonna be okay if I answer the door?” Pigsy scratched the back of his neck.

“I told you, I’m fine, Pigsy,” Tang gave a small but still genuine smile that made Pigsy want to kiss his cheek, but he could see Mei and MK watching from around the corner and so just patted his arm and went to the door.

There was a strange, but certainly strong aroma when he went to the door– food? Who on earth would bring him food? Basically everyone in this building had some level of distaste for him, so he was half tempted to just lock the door and never answer. However, that would just make the bad stereotypes true, so he knew he should open up anyways.

With a breath, Pigsy opened the door.

“Ah– there’s my widdle Pigsy-wigsy! My, you’ve gotten so fat– why are you wearing your glamor at home? Also why didn’t you tell your father and I you moved??? Oh I missed you so much,” His mother beamed and kissed him all over his face, and Pigsy realized this was the impending doom he’d been worrying about.

“Ma– Pops– you really shouldn’t’ve come,” Pigsy gritted his teeth and smiled.

“Oh I know, I know– but that’s why I called– you know, I really didn’t expect you to suddenly move into a place like this– is that a genuine Bluthner piano? Oh, you know your nana and I–” his mother rambled on and on as she went to the piano, meanwhile Pigsy’s father stood coldly in the doorway.

“Bajie.” He said, holding a basket of what Pigsy could only assume was food.

“Pops,” Pigsy replied just as short.

His father looked around the apartment a bit before locking eyes on MK and Mei.

“Who’re the humans?”

Fuck. He still hadn’t told them.

“Ah– well– um– it’s complicated, but I’m their– uh– legal guardian now,” Pigsy shrugged and laughed a little as his father officially stepped inside, giving him a side glance with a raised eyebrow.

“Wow– you’re really tall Mr. Pops, sir,” MK stated bluntly.

“I like your tusks! They’re cool!” Mei grinned next to him.

HIs father stared down silently.

“Oh my great sage– Who are these absolute cuties? Are they like your little delivery boy and girl? Oh you know that’s just the sweetest little idea– I’m Zhu Jiayi, and this is my husband Zhu Hangleng– we’re Mr. Pigsy’s Ma and Pa,” The older woman smiled sweetly upon the children as she took her husband's arm.

“Woah! We got grandparents?” MK jumped with excitement.

“Grandparents? That’s–” Pigsy’s mother looked at him, before immediately going to hug him again.

“Oh Pigsy– why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve brought gifts-!” She clapped before suddenly punching his arm. “How long have you kept this from me?! I remember tellin’ you specifically if you ever gave me grandbabies you were supposed to call me immediately,” she pointed at the startled chef.

“Woah– woah– I– it’s not like that– they’re full human– if dragon counts as that–” Pigsy shook his head. “It happened so fast and strangely– I couldn’t explain it if I tried.”

“This is so cool! I’ve never had a granny or grandpa before,” MK grinned.

“Oh please, call me your Nainai, you absolute cuties,” The female demon turned to smile fondly at the children.

“Oh sweet!” MK had stars in his eyes. “I’ve never had a Nainai and Yeye bef–”

“Just call me Mr. Zhu,” Pigsy’s father interrupted and MK’s face fell a little, which made Pigsy shoot him a look.

“Hangleng– don’t be a pain,” Jiayi elbowed her husband, but he remained stoic as ever.

Just then Tang emerged from the bathroom cleaned up and with a fresh white bandage wrapped around his finger– halting the moment he saw the two, much taller and very unfamiliar pig demons.

“Oh Jiejie, who’s this?” His mother turned and smiled at Tang.

Tang looked at Pigsy and they shared an equally panicked look before Pigsy cleared his throat and stood by his side.

“Ah, This is Tang. He’s a frequent customer of mine, and–” He glanced at Tang who shook his head a little. “– and a good friend of mine.”

“Oh well it is such a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Tang,” His mother offered her hand and Tang reluctantly shook it, before his mother pulled her in and gave him two kisses on the cheek.

“Ma-!” Pigsy tried to stop it, and she stepped back with a huff.

“What?” She asked, before nodding to herself. “Right, right– I forgot you humans are so touchy about your personal space.”

“Demons are too, if ya bother to ask,” Pigsy muttered under his breath.

“Oh-! That reminds me– your father and I brought some braised duck and taro for you– some of Nana’s old recipes,” His mother patted Pigsy’s arm while his father went and dropped off a basket on the counter.

“Great,” Pigsy tried not to let his eye twitch. “So are you two gonna get going, or..?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it Jiejie! I mean– seriously– the least you could do is let us meet our little grandbabies after turning off your phone and not telling us about ‘em in the first place– not to mention barely answering any of my calls this past year,” His mother scolded.

“Of course,” Pigsy sighed. “MK? Mei? Could you set the table for two more?”

“Ah– actually, maybe just one– I-i should get going–” Tang stepped towards the door.

“What-? You can’t go– you won’t get free food like this anywhere else,” Pigsy tried to joke to mask his overwhelming concern.

“Oh, I just–” Tang looked at Pigsy’s parents, then MK and Mei, and then barely at Pigsy. “I-i can’t intrude on this whole ‘family’ business– ‘Sides I think I might need stitches for this cut so I should head to an urgent care–”

Bullshit.

“Ah, I see. You got folks that can pick you up?” Pigsy’s mother looked at the scholar with a slightly ticked off face.

Tang took another step back. “I– I really should go–”

“Tang, wait–” Pigsy grabbed his arm, but Tang yanked it away.

“Oh, well I supposed I could drive you if you’d like– we can be back here in just a jiffy,” Mrs. Zhu said with such nonchalance that sent Tang jumping backwards.

“A-Actually-! I-I’m fine! Totally fine! I just— I need some… air,” He glanced at Pigsy before speed walking to his room– or more correctly, the balcony.

“Some customer,” Pigsy’s father snorted, opening more foil wrapped packages as Pigsy just stared at the door and wondered if he should go to Tang or not.

“Mr. Piggy, why is Tang acting weird?” MK asked with a frown.

“Ah, well–”

“Seems like the boy doesn’t have any manners,” His mother decided to answer for him. “Seriously– who wants to leave a feast they’re invited to and then declines a ride? And then he just needs ‘air’ – you know, I’m just glad he’s not your boyfriend or somethin’ because he just seems–”

“MK, Mei– why don’t you two go freshen up a bit and I’ll call you when the food is ready, alright?” Pigsy interrupted his mother, causing confusion in both of the children.

“What if I don’t wanna?” Mei pouted.

“D’aww, these kiddos are precious Jiejie,” Jiayi patted Mei’s head and she laughed. “And I know you didn’t teac–”

“Kids. Rooms. Now.” Pigsy ordered, causing both kids to practically jump out of their skin before they scurried off.

“Now what’d you do that for?” His mother crossed her arms again.

Pigsy rubbed his forehead and took a very, very long breath. “Can we sit down to talk about this? Because I can’t do this whole ‘back and forth in the kitchen’ thing.”

His father huffed. “You know, in the factories we stood for fifteen hours a day.”

“So you’ve told me thirty million times,” Pigsy muttered before guiding them to the living room couch, where he sat adjacent to his parents.

“So are you finally gonna tell us about this whole adoption business? And how on earth you managed to get yourself a place like this in a neighborhood like this, or are you just gonna tell us we can’t see our new grandkids,” His mother gave him a look.

Pigsy growled. “You know, you got some nerve finding my address and then showing up completely uninvited.”

“You’ve barely answered my calls in a year, Bajie– you’re always so busy with your restaurant– I get worried about you,” Her gaze softened.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Pigsy rubbed his eyes. “I just– it’s hard to want to when you show up to my place invited, immediately insert yourselves into MK and Mei’s lives, insult my guest and then act like you’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Well, I’m sorry, but that Tang fella–”

“Tang is a very good person, Ma, who’s helped me with this whole adoption thing a lot, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t badmouth him in front of the kids,” Pigsy crossed his arms.

“Well I wouldn’t describe it as ‘bad mouthing’,” His mother sighed.

“Are you going to keep upsetting your mother, or does this have a point?” His father challenged.

Pigsy took a breath again. “Look– I just– I really wasn’t expecting you any time soon, and yeah– silencing my phone was probably a jerk move, but also you called five minutes before arriving, and it wasn’t like I was never going to tell you about MK and Mei– it’s just– they’ve been through a lot and change is weird for them and for me, so for you to just waltz in and say you’re their Nainai is just– a lot– but distancing yourself is weird too,” He looked at his father.

His mother sighed. “Look, I know I get excited about things– but can you blame me? You barely even call anymore, and it just feels like you’re a million miles away. Feels like we haven’t even talked since Nana.”

Pigsy winced. “I– it’s been a long time, I know, but that doesn’t make barging any better. Goodness knows I’m having a hard time adjusting to all this already.”

“I get so worried about you, xiao zhu. I mean– I know it’s hard with us traveling and such, but sometimes I’d just like to know how my ma’s recipes are holding up, you know?” She placed a hand on his knee.

“I know, I know– it’s just– it gets exhausting.”

His father snorted smugly.

“Right, I forgot I was talking to ‘Sargent’ Zhu over here,” Pigsy stared icily.

“Hey now, that’s no way to talk to your father,” His mother chided.

Pigsy looked daggers into his father. "Right. Sorry ‘Sarge’."

"Bajie, if you are looking for someone to blame your life on, you were the one who decided to be a little shit and ignore everything we ever tried teachin’ you," His father glowered.

"You know what? I can't deal with you two. You need to leave. Now." Pigsy stood.

"Oh will you two cut the crap for once?!" Jiayi stood too. “Can’t we just be civil and have a nice meal with our new grandkids?” She smacked Hangleng over the head and looked at Pigsy.

"For crying out loud ma– they aren't your grandkids-! They're barely even just my kids– I–" PIgsy was getting real sick of trying to control himself.

"What on earth is that supposed to mean?" His mother tapped her foot.

"I tried telling you– it was a rushed adoption with weird celestial–"

"Celestials?" His father raised an eyebrow.

Pigsy bit his tongue. "Yes. Mei is a descendant of the Dragon Clan, and apparently, her great great x1000 uncle chose me to raise her for some reason."

"Couldn't be because they thought you'd be a good father," His father smirked at his own joke, taking a cigar from his coat pocket and lighting it. "What kind of celestials would ever trust a demon with their own anyways?"

Pigsy held back a shaking fist and lump in his throat. "I don't know. What I do know is that it's only been finalized for like– two weeks so it's all new and strange and just– I really would appreciate it if you could either not be at 100 right now or just leave and come back later."

"What about that Tang fella? What's his problem?" His father asked, emphasizing his sentence with a long puff of smoke.

"Pops, you shouldn’t–" Pigsy was about to scold his smoking, but knew it was a lost cause and dropped it. "Tang is a good friend, but his folks apparently don't wanna see him. I don't know why– he hasn't told me yet, but I care about him so… I invited him over."

His mother clearly thought deeply about that before slowly nodding to herself. "I guess I could’ve overwhelmed ‘im– still was kind of rude though"

"Ma–” Pigsy took a breath. “He just needs some air– like he said.”

His mother sighed. "Well I guess he’s getting it then.”

A beat.

“Maybe you should talk to him though,” She suggested.

Pigsy slowly nodded. "I– yeah, I should, but I still need to–"

"Bah, I can take care of the food, Jiejie– she was my mother first," his mother smiled.

That didn’t mean she was as good as him or his nana though– but he needed to talk to Tang.

“Okay, okay. Just– if the kids leave their rooms, try to act normal please,” He said mostly to his Ma since his father was a lost cause.

“Alright, alright, just go talk to your customer, I got this,” His mother cracked her knuckles and walked back into the kitchen. Meanwhile his father remained smoking on the couch, staring at the TV vacantly.

“If you trigger the sprinklers, I’m not paying for a new pack,” Pigsy informed.

“Yeah, yeah,” His father waved him off and Pigsy rolled his eyes, deciding he had much better things to do.

He walked to the balcony attached to his room, where he found Tang resting his head in hands staring out at the sunset– though not before grabbing his cigarettes and a lighter.

Geez talk about deja vu.

With a breath, Pigsy tapped on the glass lightly before opening it, a rush of cool air managing to send a chill even down his own spine.

“Hey,” He just barely spoke above a whisper, closing the door behind him.

“Hey,” Tang replied just as quietly.

Silence settled as Pigsy didn’t have a clue what to say, and Tang probably still needed that air. Well, frankly, Pigsy needed that air now too, and so fished out a cigarette and started smoking.

“You know those are cancerous, right?” Tang didn’t look at the chef.

Pigsy shrugged and took a puff.

More silence.

Pigsy knew he was going to have to speak first.

What could he say though? He could apologize for pushing him again– though that seemed redundant. He could ask about his parents again– but that’d be pushing and then his previous apology would sound like bullshit and then Tang wouldn’t trust him anymore.

He wanted to leave when his parents showed up, so that’s probably a good place to start.

A breath.

“Look Tang… I’m really sorry about my folks– I swear I didn’t know they were coming, and if I had known I most certainly would’ve told you. I promise I wouldn’t let them sneak up on you on purpose.”

Tang was still quiet for a moment, rubbing the sleeves of his changpao.

“I know,” He eventually said. “I just– With all the talk about my family, I–”

“I know– I really am sorry, Tang,” Pigsy looked at him earnestly.

“Yeah,” Tang closed his eyes for a moment. “I guess I’m not mad– I just– I know it’s not your fault because I didn’t tell you but–”

“Hey,” Pigsy touched Tang’s arm with his free hand. “You don’t have to tell me anything, remember?”

Tang smiled a little sadly. “I know, but like you said, I should.”

Pigsy smiled a little too.

Tang’s eyes went back to the skyline, ignoring the sparklers and city festivities below. “Are your folks always like this?”

Pigsy shrugged and brought his cigarette back to his lips. “I guess so– Ma’s always been gushy and my pops has always been… distant, to say the least.”

“That explains a lot,” The scholar laughed weakly.

“Guess it does, huh?” The chef did the same before taking a drag.

The joking didn’t cut the tension, as Tang still had a far off look in his eyes that made Pigsy wish he could join him in his mind so he wouldn’t be so alone. Eventually, Pigsy summoned enough courage to put his hand close, and Tang instantly placed his own hand atop his, stroking it with his thumb.

“Well my folks… well, they weren't awful– but–” Tang took a breath and Pigsy leaned forward. “But they– um… well my father works as a professor at the Megapolis Academy of Science and Mathematics and my mother takes care of my grandfather– but used to teach there was well– and my grandfather also used to be a professor also at Megapolis Academy of Science and Mathematics– one of the most revered too– so– I– I kinda had a lot of pressure on me, you know? To join the ranks of their greatness and whatnot?” Tang laughed a little more from nerves.

“Had?” Pigsy tried to ask as delicately as possible, but he was also an idiot, so…

Tang nodded. “Well– um– at first, I was pretty good at keeping up with their expectations– I was really good at reading and history and poetry and stuff, and I even won awards and stuff for it. But when it came time for secondary school, I-i started slipping– but thanks to my father’s influence, I was able to at least stay afloat– and I even got into Megapolis Academy for Science and Mathematics– despite the fact that I really hate both science and mathematics,” Tang tried laughing away tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

Pigsy squeezed his hand, to which Tang smiled a little, but his eyes remained forward.

“Once I was there though– it all just fell apart,” Tang sighed. “I completely lost all will to study or focus and it felt like I completely forgot how to act like a normal person. I mean, I had always been a loner, but being a loner at that school was like a whole new level. U-until…”

A shaky breath from Tang.

“Until I met someone– a male someone– a-and I got a… crush. I hadn’t really ever had a crush before– it was all so weird and unusual, it basically consumed all thoughts and so when my parents kept asking why my grades were slipping, I tried coming up with excuses like exhaustion, or loneliness, but they pointed out how I managed just fine in the past, a-and so I felt like I had no other choice, so I… told them– god I was so stupid…”

“Oh, Tang…”

“My grandfather called me a disgrace amongst many choice words– said I was trying to sabotage his career and the family legacy. My mother wept and cursed and said she wished I had been a girl so that way my failures could’ve been expected. A-and my father? He completely cut all ties– even threw my clothes into a bag and tossed it into the street– saying that I was a filthy– you know– and that I shouldn’t bother coming back until I had a son of my own to prove my worth.” Tang’s voice quivered slightly and Pigsy rubbed a hand along his back.

“Tang, I-i–”

“I was kicked out of school after that– and suddenly I had no job, no family, and no place to live. I applied to the city university and was thankfully able to get a basically full scholarship since it was too soon for my ‘disownment’ to be known– but it didn’t cover food costs a-and so for a while I was basically starving and doing weird little jobs and surveys and internships for money and draining any semblance of savings I had on housing until–”

Tang turned to Pigsy.

“Until I met you.”

Pigsy froze.

Tang chuckled a little, a tear escaping. “Being on my own was… hard– especially for three and a half years– but when I found your restaurant– when I met you– I just– I felt like I had a home again– someone I could talk to again. Stars above, you have no idea how lucky I feel to know you think the same. And I know, I know, it was rude of me to try and leave, but when your mother was embracing me it just– my own mother used to hug me like that sometimes– especially when I was a kid if I did something noteworthy… and I was just reminded of what I’ve lost.”

“I’m so sorry, Tang– your parents sound like shitheads,” Pigsy couldn’t think of much else to say as he smothered his cigarette in an ashtray.

“Not compared to yours,” Tang tried to brush it off.

“Tang, they cut you out of their lives,” Pigsy adamantly pointed out.

“W-well, yes, but you’re father– he clearly abused you, and now you feel like you can’t do anything–”

“Tang, you feel like you can’t do anything.”

Tang went quiet.

The pig demon sighed. “Tang, my parents may be… a lot– but at least they didn’t cut ties with me when they sound out I like men too.”

“Ah– right,” Tang’s voice cracked. “Well… anyways, I guess my point here is that your folks– I know they weren’t good to you, but they– they reminded me of what I’ve lost and it snuck up on me.”

Pigsy slowly nodded. “My Ma’s not the worst, she certainly has her moments, so… I get it.”

“Yeah,” Tang chuckled genuinely. “I’m sorry if I offended her.”

“Bah, she’ll get over it, she’s got tough skin,” the demon assured.

Tang looked at Pigsy and hummed a little before returning his gaze forward. “Are you comfortable with them here?”

Pigsy shrugged. “I mean– I love my ma, and my pops… can have a nice moment– or at least a quiet one– so– I mean, as long as they’re under my observation I think I’m okay.” The chef laughed. “I’d love it if they didn’t sneak up on me, but seeing them less frequently helps my sanity. Are you okay with them here though?”

Tang took a breath. “I think so. I mean– I already know all the ways they’ve fucked up, so I know not to get too attached or anything,” he joked. “And even then, I–... I’m not alone anymore,” Tang held Pigsy’s hand and gave it a squeeze of his own, making the demon blush.

“Yeah, you’re not,” Pigsy agreed softly.

“Yeah, I have MK and Mei, and some cute stranger I’ve never actually talked to who keeps yelling at me for not paying for my food– do you think I should ask him out?” Tang smirked.

“Oh, shut up,” Pigsy pushed him away with a laugh before Tang kissed his cheek.

“I’m just teasing,” Tang scrunched his nose.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Pigsy rolled his eyes with a grin.

“Oh– but um– one more thing: let’s… not tell your parents about ‘us’ until after tonight,” Tang suggested.

“Oh absolutely– we would never hear the end of it if we did,” Pigsy completely agreed. “My mother would just blabber on and on with questions, meanwhile poor MK and Mei would probably turn into bored skeletons in the corner.”

“And your father?” Tang asked, chuckling.

Pigsy scratched his chin. “I think he’ll be that special kind of distant that he reserves for family members.”

“Bah, who needs a father’s love anyways?” Tang grinned.

“Agreed,” Pigsy nodded, happy to see Tang happy before deciding to kiss him on the cheek too.

“What was that for?” Tang’s face flushed to one shade away from a tomato.

“For having a shit childhood,” Pigsy playfully shrugged. “And speaking of shitty childhoods– we should probably get back to MK and Mei before they start talking to my ma about embarrassing childhood moments.”

“You know, in different circumstances, I’d love to hear those kinds of stories,” Tang grinned like an idiot.

“Yeah well maybe after a couple of months we can have an ‘official meeting of the parents’ – or whatever and then Ma can tell you all about it,” Pigsy half-joked, but Tang seemed genuinely touched.

“That sounds lovely, Pigsy,” His hand brushed Pigsy’s arm.

“Y-yeah?” Pigsy blinked. “I-i mean– yeah-! If that’s what you want– I’ll have to have a very serious conversation to prep ‘em, but– yeah,” the chef smiled, probably just as stupid as Tang was.

“Anyways,” Tang gave Pigsy a mischievous look, “I don’t know if you know this, but I was promised free food tonight, and I am preeeeetty hungry.”

“Oh, and who promised you that?” Pigsy teased.

“Ah, just some demon I know– but you know, he is kind of a mediocre cook, so maybe I’ll just skip out–”

“Alright, alright, alright– I hear you,” Pigsy flustered and opened the door for Tang, who was just about laughing his ass off now.

“You know I love you,” Tang smirked and wiped a tear from his eye.

“Yeah, I do,” Pigsy chuckled, and the men went back inside.

#lego monkie kid #lmk #freenoodles #pigsy lmk #tang lmk #my fics #i love the gay men #wish they'd kiss in canon #tw smoking #tw child abuse #tw homophobia #we stan tang and pigsy in this house

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