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heeliopheelia · 11 months

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"no one has ever cared about me like you do" (jungwon x reader)

genre: fluff word count: 0.7k requested by nonnie ♡

warnings: a little blood, mentions of getting into a fight, alcohol, jungwon being tipsy

a/n: i actually love the way this turned out!! i'm gonna post another drabble later on tonight <3

One of the things you completely didn't expect to find at your door at 2 am was a tipsy Jungwon. Frowning, you take in all of the cuts marring his face, bruised knuckles coming up to your view as he raises his hand up to wave at you awkwardly.

"Hi," he greets you, other arm outstretched on the door frame to stop himself from stumbling over onto you. "Can I come in?"

You nod your head silently, opening the door wider so that he can step in. Now, patching up Jungwon is something you've already grown used to doing throughout the past couple months. What you're not used to witnessing is the fight-seeking boy being drunk. Maybe it's all thanks to his high alcohol tolerance but not even once in your life have you ever seen him stumbling and tripping over his own feet as he giggles drunkenly underneath his nose.

After making him take off his shoes, you lead him to your bedroom, carefully guiding him through every step and threshold until he's safely resting on your bed. The soft floral scent of your fabric softener instantly brings peace to his hollering heart and he leans backwards until his head drops down on your pillows.

You leave him in your room, trusting him enough to know he's not going to hurt himself within your absence, and when you come back with your heavily-used first aid kit, he's watching you intently with his misty eyes.

"Tilt your face up," you tell him, grabbing him by his chin to help him with the task yourself.

Reaching for the soaked cotton ball, you start cleaning up the cuts on his face, dabbing on the already dried blood and wiping it away. Jungwon endures it all without the smallest whine, always feeling thankful for you to even have the will and strength to deal with him yet another time. Getting used to the stinging, he finds himself drifting off with the gentle touch of your fingers.

"Hey, stay with me for a little longer, okay?" You ask, leaning closer to him. Only now he can see the concern more prominent than usually painted on your features and he feels a sharp sting of guilt for making you feel such way. "Why are so you drunk tonight? And who did you get into a fight with again?"

He hums low in his throat, blinking up at you with his heavy eyelids. "I dunno. Kinda felt like doing shots today. Jake has no control when it comes to vodka, you know that," he explains simply, shrugging his arms with a small smile. "And it was just some guy at the party. Pissed me off loads."

You nod your head with a sigh. "Wonder when will be the first time you come to my doorstep in one piece."

Jungwon instantly notices the resentful hint in your voice, so he leans up on his elbows. "I'm sorry. I should stop bothering you with my bullshit at nights, I know you're probably tired of it at this point. I'll try not to the next time, okay?"

"That's not what I meant." You shake your head, putting the kit aside as you finally take a spot right next to him on your bed. "I don't mind you coming here. I'm glad that you're comfortable enough to let me help you. I'm just worried about you, that's all. I don't want you to seriously get hurt somewhere along the way, Won."

His heart melts at your words, so he quickly pulls you to his chest, face nuzzling in the crook of your neck so that you don't see the chokehold that you have on him written all over his features. He stretches his arm out, flicking the switch of the lamp on your bedside off and engulfing the both of you in a comfortable darkness.

He tugs the covers on top your bodies. The silence nearly lulls you to sleep, his calloused hands softly running over your skin before his muffled voice interrupts it.

"No one has ever cared about me like you do. I know I don't show it a lot but I really do appreciate you. Thank you."

"I love you," you mumble into his t-shirt tiredly, arms tightening around his middle.

Even though it's the first time you've ever said these words to him, they sound so incredibly easy on your tongue that instead of feeling nervous, a soothing warmth flows down his system. Pressing a kiss to the side of your head, he feels you snuggling even closer to him and he can't keep the exhausted smile from creeping upon his lips.

And he knows that no matter how drunk he would be, these words he would always remember. And would always mean with his entire heart.

"I love you too."

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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Multiverse Monday with pervy stepdad Hotch confronting his step daughter of like asking her about any boys she likes and she's embarrassed and red

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

this post is 18+ and dark, minors dni.

"Sooo," Penelope's voice holds excitement you know spells doom for you, "Anything happening in Boy Town, Miss Y/N?"

"Boy town," You snort, "No, I, uh- I don't really meet a lot of people? I'm sort of just socially stagnant right now."

You hope it's a good enough cover up. The truth is, you haven't tried to meet anyone lately. In fact, you've probably gone out less in the months since your mom met Aaron than you ever have in your life. You're not sure if it's doing anything, and you're a little embarrassed to admit it to even yourself, but you're scared of losing whatever shot you might have with him, so you don't dare get involved with anyone else.

"Come on," Emily scoffs, "No one? No cute college boys in your classes? Not even a celebrity you've got a little crush on?"

"Even I have little celebrity crushes," JJ admits, and you chuckle at the way Will's eyes widen momentarily. You know what they'll be discussing later.

"I dunno," You shrug, picking at your nails, "It's just not a concern of mine right now, I guess. I'll find someone, eventually."

"You've found someone," Aaron murmurs, and all eyes turn to him, including your own slightly panicked ones.

"Oh? You know something, boss man?" Derek raises an eyebrow, and your heart begins to pound.

"I've heard you talking to your friends before," Aaron presses on, and you feel like you can't breathe suddenly, "You're at least interested in someone, whether he likes you back or not."

You know what he's heard. You're slightly lax about discussing your pathetically inappropriate crush in the confines of your room, voice slightly louder than you probably should be speaking with. But you always say his name in a hushed whisper, or use a code name. You aren't sure if you're praying for him to never have heard his own name, or to have heard it and want you back.

"Oooh!" Penelope squeals, "Tell me about this man!"

"There's nothing to tell!" You insist, and if you weren't sporting such a massive crush on him, you'd glare at Aaron, "And- and stop eavesdropping!"

"It's not eavesdropping if I can hear it from my room," Aaron laughs, "You need better whispering skills if you're trying to keep this a secret."

There's a few light chuckles from around the living room, but thankfully everyone seems to drop it. You're almost certain you'll be added to a group chat later with the ladies of the BAU to discuss your mystery man, but you're going to avoid any detail lest they figure out you're talking about their boss.

Even though conversation evolves, slowly moving away from your fiery cheeks and trembling breaths and towards Rossi's car troubles. Apparently he's insistent on fixing his own car, no matter how inexperienced he is in the craft. It's a pride thing, you're sure.

You're only half listening to the man drawl on about the different parts he's trying out, the tinkering he's been doing in his house's mansion's garage. You don't realize anything is out of the ordinary until you glance over at the clock on the wall and see Aaron staring at you below it. Your stomach flips as you meet his eyes, dark and firm. They're locked onto you, and he offers you a slight smile the more you hold his gaze. The longer you stare, the wider it gets, until the butterflies in your stomach are fit to burst and flutter around the room in a frenzy. You finally offer one back, turning away and suddenly much more interested in hearing Dave's spiel.

It's barely two minutes later when you chance another glance at the clock, and this time you don't need to look at Aaron to know he's staring, you can feel his gaze burning at the side of your head.

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the-s1lly-corner · 7 months

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You points

I'd like to hear some of your general headcanons for itward! Any and all headcanons you can think of >:)

General Itward hcs!

I got too silly guys

This is gonna be long so buckleup

Side note, my silly little goofy baking marathon has begun, so requests are REALLY gonna slow down today and tomorrow and likely Tuesday as well

I current have multiple pies in the oven as we speak <\3 (note from the future i was typing for so long the first batch of pies finished and the second group just got put in)

My bodies gonna hate me for this but imma get paid (yaaaay!!!!)

Love to think that itward is self sufficient. He grows his own stuff and scavenges for any metal parts he needs what whatever (his ship, a project, ect)

As such he also builds and maintains his own stuff; the ship is the most obvious thing! But I like to think nearly everything in the ship itself was either made by him or found abandoned !

Its canon that he loves forks, both stated in the character sheet thing KMG posted as well as the copious amounts of forks decorating the main area of his ship! I mean he literally has a wall covered in forks! I can easily see him having even more forks stashed away somewhere

Torn between headcannoning him to just have them in a jumbled heap in a drawer somewhere... and headcannoning that he sorts them by size, material, color, and style... both seem so in character for him.. hmm..

I can say for certain that he has a box somewhere full of random stuff hes collected and it's not at all neat and organized. Rocks, gears, bolts, sticks, glass vials, jewels, and so on! The "oo pretty I think I'll keep this and use it for later (never uses it for later)" mindset! I like calling those lil trinket boxes "crow boxes"

"The one many children talk about", as said by the man himself. So fran and the twins arent the only ones who have interacted with him... dad of dozens of children

I was gonna go somewhere with that previous point but I genuinely forgot what I was gonna say

Has made stuffed animals and dolls at least once for all of his kids. And yes, that includes Clara and Mia, at least before they tried to kill him... reluctantly makes bunnies for kids who ask

Speaking of bunnies, since it's been proven that itward wasnt bluffing or lying about his fear of them (KMG made a post showing off a type of Kamala that basically makes you addicted to their candy, making you eat them til your guts explode) (which... is horrifying and makes me wonder, did itward see that happen to someone? Perhaps one of his kids? A friend? Or did he not and the concept just scares him so much?) It's a little funny that itward has a bunny plushie on his ship

Sad hc but I like to think it belonged to one of his past children and as much as hes afraid of it he doesnt have the heart to give it away

While we're on the topic of sad stuff, I dont think itward can shed tears. So in place of them, his bones start to rattle a little

While I also headcannon that his bones rattle when hes nervous or flustered, and perhaps on the rare occasion that hes angry, it does happen when hes sad enough

Okay no more sad, I like to think his hat steams when he gets real excited about something or embarrassed. The top of it just. Pops open and theres the steam billowing out

I dunno I think it suits him and his aesthetic...

Stole this idea from someone else but he can purr; it's mostly involuntary imo and if you listen close enough you can hear his bones vibrating and clacking against one another

His eyes glow in the dark! Not too bright, it's fairly dim, but it's enough for him to see around and for you to see where he is in a dark room!

Creaky bones. He is OLD! probably VERY OLD! So it would make sense his bones click and make noise thanks to the general age.. wear and tear you know? Especially prominent in his spine and ankles

Has a habit of clacking his teeth/jaw when speaking, as well as when hes just. Not doing anything

Prone to fiddling with his rings (!! Will get to that in a second!) As well as the accessories on his coat; and sometimes, even his hat!

Okay the rings! I like to hc that itward makes his own accessories too ! That includes the gems and chains on his coat (heck, hes probably made his own clothes!) And I like to hc that he sometimes wears rings !

Sometimes sells his stuff; more likely to sell shoes and clothing, as well as his machines and services! Sure he mostly lives off stuff hes found or grew, but theres some stuff that he cant just find or grow.. plus its generally a good idea to have some money somewhere

I'm pretty sure hes good friends with palontras and ziar (given him and palontras work together to help Fran and the painting of ziar in itwards ship) but I also like to think he is friends with the wizard and cogwind!

Mostly because I wish we got more stuff for both of them... also him and cogwind can bond over their interests!

Does not stay in one place for long, given that KMGs labels him as a wanderer, but assuming he keeps Fran around to raise her I think he anchors down to one place... well not ANCHOR but like, cutting down on traveling at least a bit, especially in the beginning so fran can fully come to terms with everything shes learned (the truth of her parents death, the grieving process, learning she may or may not be part of something larger if memory serves me right, it's been a while since I played the game, as well as being shot.. like yeah she was healed physically but like imagine how shes gonna feel when that fact she was shot mentally sinks in) ... cant have her bouncing between different realities and the spaces in between them constantly

Ponders

Listens to Antonios (giant old ant dude) old music, I think! Probably has a bunch of old vynlls laying around somewhere

Frequently has to clean his hands, especially his fingers since hes always working on SOMETHING, he doesnt wanna walk around with gunk in the grooves of his fingers. Very yucky very gross and very un-gentleman..ly...

I keep trying to wrap this post up but I keep remembering hcs/coming up with new ones

Anyways COMMITS to the bit when hes playing a game with Fran, or really any kid hes looking over. Tea party? Hes gonna bust out his very best manners. Yes he will wear a tiara if its offered to him. It will go over his hat, of course. Playing doctor? Oh he'll moan n cry about how sick hes feeling, please help him! Ect ect, things like that!

Sometimes makes shadow puppets and tells stories. Both in the form of little shadow theatres, but sometimes he will use his own hands and project the shadows onto the wall!

Very good at coming up with stories on the fly

Also very very good at comforting people, I think. Hes been around for a while and he just OOZES comfort

So if you have a nightmare or struggle with anxiety, itward wont let you just suffer and be scared, hes gonna do what suits you best to calm down; distractions, holding, taking, quiet, grounding, ect ect ect anything you need

#itward headcannons #itward imagine #itward x reader #fran bow itward #itward #fran bow #fran bow headcannons

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indigobloom531 · 16 hours

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important notice! please read

hey y'all- I know I haven't really been posting much lately and I'm sorry for that. I have school over the summer (I'm trying to finish early) and the other ~ * amazing * ~ things that come with life.

to be honest, I haven't been very motivated to work on post ideas lately. I dunno what it is, I used to be so eager to post stuff.

anyways, I wanna say that I'll probably be taking a social media break for a bit. I've realized my relationship with the Lord hasn't been very good, and I have been dealing with a lot of unnecessary doubt and nervousness about things. I think it'll be good to take a break that way I can focus on God more (and solve whatever this weird doubt is).

I won't be leaving right this second, I'll probably post something later today (just for y'all heh) and start the break after that. I don't know how long it (the break) be, but y'all can still feel free to message me or to comment on/like/reblog my posts, if you message me you won't be bothering me, but I just won't reply until a while.

thank y'all so much for your support! The Lord loves you, and drink some water for crying out loud :D

~ Indigo 💛❤💙

#important #psa #important stuff #drink water #Godlovesyou #God loves us

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randomgentlefolk · 1 year

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CPC CHAPTER 154

Blaine and Lance 😭 I feel bad that their scene in this chapter gives me hope.

I know this isn't a good time for this but OHO?? 👀 Suzanna why does it seem like you're only worried for Lorena? Maria is there to, you know.. *COUGH COUGH*

Are..are they putting the bandage on the armor..?

Nah they did Lorena dirty by putting that freaky mask on her 💀 I say, Let her bite!

Wait so Leland is planning to rule 2 kingdoms at the same time? Or is he going to give the Plaid throne to Blaine? I don't think Blaine is in an exactly healthy mental state though.. Uh but it's Leland anyway. What did we expect.

I just can't imagine him wearing pastel ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Can you imagine him wearing pastel? I can't.

Haha everything might be going along with Leland's plan right now, but the second Frederick's crew came in, Well we'll see what happen :)

Speaking of the Omniscient Clam, I'm still wondering what connection it may have with green eyes and a piece of paper that is seemingly inside the green eye?

Something related to golden, green, and paper would be Frederick because of his golden hair, green eyes, and his love for book (paper, especially considering the ripped papers from his past in his dorm).

I remember theorizing something about this, but I forgot :') maybe if I remember it later I will post it.

Oh wait so he's planning to leave Jackie in the prison/dungeon to die? Well that was expected but still..damn, Leland 💀 (i wanted to say a dark joke but nah)

FREDERICK BEING A LEADER!! I knew his management skill would come in handy in this war thing!! Is. Is Aurelia going to melt the whole door..? Wait no nvm I think she's just gonna melt the side lol. Really thought she was gonna melt the whole door there 💀

Hm, I wonder if Prez's birth pill is working. I mean, I dunno. The side effects are accurate to what was prescribed in the label, but who knows. Maybe she's gonna transform into a giant spider mid-battle? Or maybe, half spider?

Oho? I see Saffron is blushing haha. The probability that he might have a crush on Syrah is hilarious to me considering their past. Or maybe it's another plot twist and is just going to be something silly?

Uhh okay I can never understand politic/royalty stuffs so I might need someone to explain this whole parliament thing to me..

LANCE. I BELIEVE IN LANCE. Right now he doesn't have any confidence, but I have hope that when Frederick break in, he's gonna join him.

Okay, allow me to be a Blaine fan real quick:

THAT'S! Those eyes are filled with pain! I can sense it jekwwmw he. I love him okay. This panel gives me hope. I think Maria will at least forgive him a little? Considering her sympathizing expression.

Uh, limoncello is an alcohol, right? Okay limoncello is made of lemon zest. Correct me if I'm wrong because I'm too tired to research. Anyway, lemon peel is highly flammable. So I'm just guessing here. Are they going to make fricking molotov cocktail?! THAT'S SO COOL. But at the same time who in the world knows how to make a molotov cocktail there? Whitney? The old guard? Syrah?

JAMIE AND LEOPOLD IS HERE!! Took them long enough lmao. And this whole time, Jamie knows?? I guess that explains why he never says anything even tho Gwen was thinking about the cpc while making the brownies.

Seeing her reminds me of the theory in discord about how this woman might be Lance's mother because of biological similarities.

I wonder what Isolde is preparing? Maybe something related to that parliament thing?

Ughh that's all for today I'm so sorry but my eyes really hurt right now from all the screen times I'm sorry again uh I'm gonna sleep now.

Mono out! (Not exactly in to hear your thoughts because I'll be asleep but go ahead! I'll read it when I'm awake)

#cursed princess club #cpc

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cowardlysimon · 2 years

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let's pretend I posted this on Halloween and I didn't get so excited I said NO I NEED TO POST THIS IMMEDIATELY

so I did something I don't usually do cuz I'm not good at it

I drew digestion cuz of Halloween n stuff

It's actually really fun 😭

idk why I never draw digestion

I am fine with it so idk 😭

ALSO WHILE DRAWING I FOUND THIS

idk the context all I know is its scarecrow and I am

okay but yeah

I have so much motivation to draw vore rn it's scary 😭

I'll probably post more stuff later idk

this also made me realize I dunno if anyone else has ever drawn vore of Scarecrow,

Like. He's so ????

you'll understand if you like Scarecrow,

like bro says shit like this

Idk it's just funny to me that for YEARS this mf has existed and I have not seen anyone draw vore of him or write vore about him (besides a friend).

Idk maybe I'm odd

or maybe mfs can't handle the hroo hraa

well whatever it is

feargasm,

anyways uh

I just hope someone likes Scarecrow, as much as me out there

I mean I KNOW people like Scarecrow, as much as me.

It's just they like NSFW stuff and I wanna talk about vore 😭

but uh yeah

I think that's all for today

See ya.

#v.ore #v/ore #soft vore #v0r3 #willing prey #willing vore #m/m vore #male pred #male prey #digestion #reformation vore #willing pred #willing digestion #painless digestion #male vore #vore digestion #gooey digestion #Immediately after I decided to post this I noticed I messed up the glow 😭😭😭#I am too lazy to fix it now

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ambrossart · 10 months

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Hello!!!!

I hope things are looking up from the week you’ve had!

I’m back with my incessant questions, and I’m still fixated on every detail from post prom. . .

Did Eddie drive her home after breakfast with Wayne? If so, what was that like? Did she change back into her dress? Did he know the way to her house or did she have to give him directions? Did he hold her hand or anything? Did he walk her to her door?

I know you’re writing for a totally different series right now, so please feel no pressure to answer this if you’re in a different headspace. Sending 💓💓💓!!

Oh, I'm a disaster right now 😂 but enough about me. Let's talk about Eddie!

He absolutely drove her home after breakfast because Eddie's a gentleman. As much as he might want to keep her around all day, he knows it's time for them to temporarily part ways. So while Wayne cleans up the kitchen and gets ready for bed (the man's tired from working all damn night), she and Eddie change--yes, she gets back into her prom dress--and hit the road.

They do not go to her house, and I'll tell you why:

She's not ready to be embarrassed by her parents quite yet. Her parents know about Eddie. They might not know all the details, but they definitely know about his existence. And if Eddie takes her home and walks her to the door, which he will inevitably want to do, she knows her parents are going to insist on an introduction at minimum. No thank you. She'll tackle that beast later.

It's Sunday! She always spends Sundays with Chrissy. It's part of their friendship ritual. And right now she's dying to exchange post prom stories with her best friend.

She will, of course, explain this to Eddie when he asks for directions to her house. Regardless of her feelings for Eddie, Chrissy is still the most important person in her life, so it's crucial that Eddie understands this as early as possible. Otherwise, it's going to create friction in their relationship.

"We're kinda like conjoined twins attached at the hip." "Okay, well, that... totally normal." 🤨

Luckily, Eddie has no problem with this. Sure it's a bit strange (and maybe a little unhealthy), but who is he to judge? He's a laidback guy and has no intention of getting between their friendship.

Anyway, Eddie takes the long way to Chrissy's house because he's not in any hurry to say goodbye. They'll drive in silence for the most part, exchanging little smiles and glances every now and then. It's a very comfortable silence, though. They don't feel the need to talk right now. They're enjoying each other's company and reflecting on everything that's happened. Sure, the occasional embarrassing thought might bubble to the surface (I mean, they did come dangerously close to having sex 😬), but it's something they can laugh off. And, for the record, they're both so glad they didn't have sex because the experience will be so much better and more meaningful after they've gotten to know each other better and have built up that emotional intimacy. There's no need to rush. They have plenty of time.

But Eddie will take note of the drugstore that he passes along the way and remind himself to double back and pick up some condoms. He's never gonna be caught unprepared again.

Eventually, he'll pull up in front of Chrissy's house and they'll say their long goodbyes. (He'll offer to walk her to the door, but she'll tell him not to because... let's face it, Mrs. Cunningham's a bitch and she'll probably say something mean to him.)

"So... what are you gonna do now?" "Uh, I dunno, actually. Don't really have any plans today... Maybe I'll finally clean out my van or something."

Then he'll flash that adorable, cheeky little smile that drives her crazy.

"Okay, well... I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." "Yeah... see you tomorrow."

And then things will get really awkward because she's expecting Eddie to kiss her, but he doesn't right away. We have to cut the boy some slack here because he's not exactly in his element. Plus it's... her, right? This girl makes Eddie act like a total doofus, so it kind of slipped his mind that THIS is the moment when he's supposed to lean in and kiss her. Thankfully, he recovers quickly and gives her a proper goodbye kiss.

Afterwards, she'll get out of the car and walk to the front door. Mrs. Cunningham will be there to answer it (in her Sunday best, of course 🙄) and probably look at her with utter disdain and disappointment. First she was too fat. Now the woman thinks she's a slut. There's no winning with her. The reader doesn't care. She goes inside and runs straight to Chrissy's room, eager to spill all the dirty details.

Eddie stays in the driveway for a while, watching as she disappears into the house... and then he becomes painfully aware of some of the looks he's getting from the neighbors. Chrissy lives in a nice house in a nice neighborhood, and his van kind of sticks out like a sore thumb.

"Relax, relax... I'm not here to rob you."

And he pulls out of the driveway and drives back home.

-------

*Sighs* I love this man. I can't wait to start working on new stuff.

This wasn't my best work (sorry, it's been a while since I've thought about this series), but hopefully I answered your question well enough.

Anyway, thanks for the ask! I hope you're doing well ❤️

#answered asks #thanks for the ask!#dancing with myself #dwm #ambrossart

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dragonmuse · 2 years

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The Izzy + mother's day development is so delightful I cannot cope. It made me think about the parallel with Eddy + Alma and Izzy + Charlie - would Eddy and Izzy ever talk about being adopted by kid bonnets?

(Since that drabble posted today, I've been thinking on this ask and I think it happens later on, Charlie already starting his college growing pains. Our beloved wolves at their diner after a ride...)

Izzy's phone buzzed when Eddy was mid-sentence and to his credit, he let her finish before poking at it. A name flashed up on the screen.

"Charlie?" Eddy asked with some surprise.

"Yeah," Izzy thumbed open the message, snorted, typed something back quickly then set it down. "He's sending me lines from the last book I sent him to explain why it's 'unforgivably loathsome'."

"Ouch," Eddy wrapped their hands around their mug. Vaguely, they were aware that Charlie and Izzy sometimes exchanged books, but she'd assumed that had stopped when Charlie started college a few months ago. Or maybe before. "That sounds very...Alma of him. Pretty sure loathsome was her favorite word in tenth grade."

"I'll bet," Izzy returned his focus to her. "How is the girl?"

"Applying for grad school like her life depends on it," Eddy sighed. "I dunno what to say to her half the time about it. Just let her rant. Stede keeps trying to offer advice and then she gets defensive, it's a real treat."

"Uh huh," Izzy took a sip of his coffee. "Does she text you after to complain?"

"Of course. And I tell her I don't pick sides, but in this case...dunno. She's right. Stede didn't go to grad school, none of us did. What can we tell her? Just listen to people who know something and we'll hand over the cash and hugs."

"Must be nice to have those kinds of problems," Izzy said, a little grimly. "Charlie sends me a rant about an English professor and it's...yeah okay, I punched a teacher once, does that help?"

"He complains about college to you?" Eddy frowned at him.

"Not much. Hard to get a pulse on him most of the time," Izzy said mildly. "Why? Doesn't he give you an earful?"

"Charlie? Not about anything. Possibly ever. Alma is the talker."

"Huh. Figures, I guess. She takes after Mary a lot."

"Does she?"

"Yeah," Izzy leaned back in the booth. "Mary gets on a tear about something and that's it. Settle in, cause it's class time. She says she and Alma butt heads because of how alike the are sometimes. Argue the same way."

"I can see that," Eddy could recall the few times she's seen Mary with real fire in her eyes. "Funny isn't it? We wound up on opposite sides of the same house, seeing different shit through the windows."

"Seems to be where we wind up most times," Izzy agreed. His phone buzzed again and whatever was there made him huff a laugh. "These fucking kids."

"I know," Eddy smiled. "Eat right into the soul."

"Yeah, exactly." Izzy tapped out a reply. "You ready to head out? I've got an early morning."

"Yeah, it's my week, I got it, you go."

They watched him leave as they fished a ten out of their wallet. Enough for two cups of coffee and tip. She should mention to Stede that Charlie and Izzy were apparently still in regular contact.

Or maybe not.

Maybe she'd get distracted by almost getting hit by a driver who wasn't paying attention on the way home and it would go out of her head completely. After all, it wasn't a big deal. Charlie knew Izzy, they read books. It was fine. Charlie would probably only get busier and like Alma, the adults in her life would fade further into the background.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #poison me a little #eddy teach bonnet #izzy hands #alma bonnet #charlie bonnet

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defeatsthem · 10 months

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“📔” FOR MJSEFF I AINT EVER SENT SOMETHING SO FAST

TW for anyone that might read this, as this extremely dark au has already been discussed with @twotonesoffun. Read this with the utmost caution.

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING: depression, suicidal thoughts and ideation

This takes place after Max's surgery and beyond. All he could do with his free time was mull over every stupid thing he'd ever done or said in his life.

Day 1:

Yesterday you left. I don't blame you for it one bit. You should've left. Matter of fact, you shouldn't have ever even shown up at the hospital at all. I keep staring at the bottle, the temptation to grab a fistful of pills and just end it right here is so tempting without you here. This house is so bare and I never realized how empty it was until your laughter wasn't here to fill it.

Day 13:

Thirteen days post-surgery. My knee still hurts like a fucking bitch. I won't lie, the worst part isn't getting out of bed by myself or having to resort to an in-house nurse in the meantime to take care of me now. It's humiliating. My fingertip keeps hovering over your name in my contacts, wanting to send a message but I don't dare to. Instead, I just open the video of me fucking that blonde woman to remind myself why I hate myself. Still, the temptation to take all those leftover painkillers lingers. I dunno why I haven't done it yet.

Day 42:

Physical therapy is getting easier, I guess. I can finally get off crutches in a few weeks but... whatever. It's been three weeks since the New Year holiday came and went and I can't believe it's been nearly a year since Seth and I hooked up at that rest top for the first time. I still remember how he felt... how I felt. It's forever engrained in my brain no matter how many times I wanna just forget about him because I'm ninety - nine percent certain he's forgotten about me already. I really need to stop directing this journal to him so maybe with this entry, it'll force me to.

Day 99:

Fuck, I miss you. I almost sent a message to you today, asking you how you were as if you'd even fucking respond. I at least finally flushed the rest of my meds down the toilet finally. They were burning a hole in my chest every single fucking night sitting on my nightstand. It was hard to discard the only thing you'd ever race to see me for. Fuck, I'm writing about him again when I said I wouldn't.

Day 273:

Nine fucking months. I was told I'd be out for an entire year but I'm a damn machine apparently. The past nine months have been an absolute mindfuck, but weirdly enough, it was necessary. I had to be on the brink of killing myself to see what I really wanted out of life. All I want is for him to be by my side again. Luckily, after getting some insider knowledge, I was able to find out where RAW is tomorrow night. I'm gonna go see him again. I can't be caught by security or talent otherwise I'll be kicked out immediately and probably arrested for breaking and entering into his bus but... at this point? I don't have much else to lose.

Day 274:

I'm burning this motherfucking journal right away tomorrow regardless of what happens in the next couple of hours. No one can know I even did this shit or sounded like such a whiny teenager bitch, okay? I can hear his music playing and I'm watching the show, sipping back an IPA from his fridge. The same kind that was in there the first time we met. He never changed, did he? He shouldn't. I can also smell that body wash he loves lingering throughout this entire thing. I don't dare make a sound since his driver is right outside, mingling with the crew. [THREE HOURS LATER.] I can hear his music playing again. He must've done the dark match after the show. At least it gave me some more time to get mentally prepared to see him again. I feel nauseous. Maybe I shouldn't have come...this was so fucking dumb of me. Shit. I hear his voice outside... here goes nothing.

#* answered.#// would tag appropriately but i don't want this in max's tag lmfao

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bilightningwhumper · 4 days

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Alright, getting organized, making progress.

SoaS polls finished. Poll one had a total of 5 votes with "One big fic" as the winner. Poll two (which was essentially the replacement of Poll one) had a total of 12 votes with "Seperate fics, same timeline" as the winner. The additional poll to figure out who Will should be partnered with had 13 votes, the winner being the poly closed triangle with Peter/Harley.

As said in the polls, I'll make a big fic as well. It'll basically be a mishmosh of the other fics, selecting certain PoVs and excluding others that overlap. But if you find you like a certain OC PoV more, you can read the fic that most has to do with that OC.

Anyway, plan is to finish Mangst 2024 before I do anything else. Then the secondary goal is to make prologues for everything else and a chapter one to go with them. I've already got outlines for most of them, so hopefully they'll be churned out at a reasonable pace depending on how much work and my health interferes.

Debating joining in on the August 2024 Whump event or just waiting until AI-less Whumptober. I think I'll see how my writing goals stated here get finished, then we go from there.

Also have a small idea for a Heaven/Hell Angels/Demon sapphic story. It'd probably be more of an original story than a fanfic, even if it's somewhat inspired by Hazbin Hotel and Good Omens. I dunno. If I have time, I'll make a post or poll or something for it later today.

#autistic writer #whump community #whumpblr #whump writing #lgbt writers #ao3 writer #creative writing #fairy tale retelling #adhd writer #the new eden institution #shadow of a shield #writing update #writing community #writeblr #mcu fandom #fairy tale au #lgbtq writers #queer writers #writer stuff

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Motivation, beginnings, and the why.

AGHADBEENHERE'S UNNAMED BLOG: 1#

Right, so, welcome! This is aghadbeenhere's (also known as AG from now) first ever blog post, we're gonna go over all the topics in today's title as i think that should be made clear, another thing I reckon should be named clear is that I'm really doing this for myself after a good friend gave me the fantastic idea of doing this because I, to put it simply;

HAVE ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD.

So why not put that time to use?

Right, so to start things off, MOTIVATION.

I don't have a lot of it, yep, not much, bit of a lazy slob who spends all day doing random things in their bedroom as a way to hold off the unspeakable horror known as Boredom, the Mind Killer.

Me, corageously battling said boredom. (2024, coloured)

But what I'm getting at is that I'm not too sure if this'll be a long project, something I do every now in a while, I think you get the deal, I might be handling this like some sorta journal I leave in one of my drawers for 2 weeks straight and choose to pick back up, that, or something more common, regular posts, but once again; I'm LAZY.

..So we'll need to see.

SECTION 2:

Right, since this IS the first post in the blog, I guess I should do something that beginners do, I dunno, something like an introduction.

...So..

You can call me AG, I have a few hobbies such as: Animating, Drawing, watching movies and lazying around.

I'm not particularily interesting, which I guess may make things difficult moving forwards since I have to write INTERESTING things, but for now, you get this half-assed introduction, so now let's move onto the third topic;

Well, I already somewhat explained my reasoning at the beginning, a friend of mine (hi oni) gave me this idea as something I could do thanks to all the time I got, so what'd I do? i went with it, because I had never written a blog before, or even had a journal of sorts, I decided to use this as a first-time experience! And that's why we're here today, a part of me is still unsure how this'll go moving forward, I'm using tumblr because I don't really think starting up a site of my own for a project which I'm not even sure will be resumed is probably a waste of time, so not like anybody here would mind if I just didn't post after this one.

So.. Yeah, more things may come, more ramblings about things I do, or things that happen, really someplace to set my thoughts down on paper to really figure them out!

And with that, we come to the end of the first post, if you read this.. uh, I hope you liked it! I'll maybe catch you later, and with that, I leave.

-ag.

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chiesterbunny · 7 months

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i'll probably change my blog's look later on today... its cute but it doesn't really... i dunno how to describe it, like it doesn't match my "feel" anymore? my vibe? i guess, you know what i mean i'm also thinking about making a pinned post, like about myself and everything i like and such. i guess i could make a carrd for that, but i don't know if that's something i'd like to do

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transienturl · 2 years

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youtube

I think the title is honestly completely irrelevant to the actual content but man that's such a good video. It reminds me of Anand Shimpi's coverage before he retired from tech journalism, which is I think pretty much the highest praise you can give in this industry. These days I think a lot of technology journalism is very focused on the here and now (probably largely in the interest of chasing engagement, as you have to for financial reasons), and it's rare to see someone really step back and look at this continual progression of products in a big-picture way.

edit from later when I was writing this post: I am going to leave the stuff in the middle, but I actually came up with a really good framing device for the thing I want to say about this about five paragraphs after this point, rendering the upcoming text fairly pointless

I don't know. Maybe this is off-topic (not that that matters; I control the post topic), but I've really lost some of the passion I had for following along with advancements in tech products in the past, oh, like five years. I think part of that is that these days, most products don't suck anymore, so there's less differentiation and it's hard for something to be truly special. But for the most part I think there's really been a drop in the quality of analysis you can get in coverage, and I'm not sure why.

Because, like... I guess in my opinion the path to a great tech review isn't "here is a new product; should you buy it if you want this kind of product," because that was never really the point. It would be like if sports coverage was only of the scores, or if the financial news was just "this is the Dow today." The best coverage creates a framework for you to understand the market as a whole, and what use cases it serves well or poorly and what features or limitations you can expect or what you should be surprised by. Effectively, it should help show you which 95% of the breathless marketing terminology you'll see whenever you even vaguely consider spending money on anything to ignore, and which 5% are really interesting.

And, I dunno, that 5% is really quite interesting! But these days I feel like when I need to look something up for a quite practical thing like "someone I know wants to know what computer to buy; what are the classes of product in this price range," I feel like it's all just variations of regurgitating that 95%.

So it's really sort of a breath of fresh air, I guess, to watch something about tech these days and go, "oh, I remember that now, and I wouldn't have thought to make that comparison, and look at that detail I hadn't noticed, and I really feel like I'll look at the next product I see with this in mind," I guess is what I'm saying.

Oh: I'm not going to rewrite this post around this conclusion, but a better framing device for this post that I just realized is that I think the best technology coverage makes you think not just about the options immediately in front of you, but breaks them apart into concepts that you can think about in terms of products that don't yet exist. These days I feel like a review of a product is usually essentially unconstructive criticism; "this should be cheaper" isn't a line I would take as a product designer and go, "oh, that actually helps me understand what I could do to create a better product."

Basically, I think it's really important that journalism helps teach you about how the sausage is made, and why it's made that way, because:

a) it's just interesting

b) helps inspire new generations of sausage makers

c) makes you think about sausages in an informed conceptual way, so that next time you see a new sausage, rather than just googling a review and seeing if they say it's good, you can go, "oh my god, they finally created that product we are all hoping for," or "okay I know that looks exciting, but they still really haven't fixed XYZ," or "I don't need to spend any time thinking about that besides checking off a mental checkbox" or "what the hell is that, that is the most interesting thing we have seen in a while, I must learn about it," and so you become a better and more informed consumer both now and in the future

tell a man a phone is 20% faster, help him decide if he should buy it today; show a man that phones are usually 20% faster on average than last year's model but this one is only 8% faster but the price structure is normal so maybe this year purchasing a used model is unusually prudent, help him read a benchmark chart for life

god what the fuck am I talking about

#long post

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ace-in-a-shopping-cart · 3 years

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as someone who ships analogical and the brand of content you supply, seeing you on my dashboard makes me just... light up with excitement. keep doing what you're doing, Ace! because what you're doing is spectacular.

Awww, thank you! I’m creating what makes me happy so it’s nice to know people enjoy my particular brand of content.

#this and the last ask reminded me to post the jots honeymoon so that's probably gonna come out later today #asks #answered ask #thanks for the ask!#analogical #I definitely think my writing style recently has leaned toward domestic fluff with a side of angst (outside of LoOW and the Request)#and that's reflective in my original fiction #which makes me kind of afraid of seeing where that's gonna go and if people would actually be willing to read something like that #but I think there's going to be enough excitement in it to keep people interested #I dunno I'll look at it later

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skellebonez · 3 years

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Who Do I Go To? (Monkie Kid Fanfic)

I totally did not accidentally post this early before I edited it or added everything from my wip file... no... but anon, you gave me so much FREEDOM with this that I just went absolutely off the rails. This is not only set in a post S3 scenario where everyone survives and most of the villains have some kind of at least semi-redemption (except LBD, rip), this does feature a crackship or two of mine (you can read the tags to see the ships before you read)! Sun Wukong also has all of his immortality and some of his powers, I am writing this with the idea that he transferred most of them to MK and some of that was permanent once LBD was defeated and MK got his own back.

So... what if Sun Wukong did start communicating with the others in S3... but still has been bottling up his emotions about the past for so long he doesn’t feel he can talk to anyone because of their shared experiences? And what happens when that guilt and grief finally has someone willing to listen?

“What are you doing here, Si-SUN Wukong?” The Demon Bull King asked slowly, stumbling over his usual insult for the one once so close to him. They still weren’t close, and it was doubtful they would ever be as long as the sworn brothers they once were, but they were no longer at each other’s throats anymore.

That didn’t change how bizarre it was to see The Great Sage Equal To Heaven just... sitting outside his new home with no warning.

“DBK!” Wukong exclaimed, more startled than the larger demon was expecting as he jumped up and turned and if he didn’t look like he’d been hit with a truck metaphorically DBK didn’t know how to describe the way his fur stood on end and the redness in the other’s eyes. “I. UH. Was. Just stopping by to say hi!”

“No you weren’t,” DBK said, face falling into a deadpan glower. “You don’t do that. Even after 500 years I know you don’t.”

“I can start!” Wukong defended, crossing his arms and looking away with a wide teeth showing smile.

Too wide.

Even after everything that happened between them, from Red Boy to what happened when he needed his wife’s fan to sealing him in the mountain and everything that transpired with the Little Thief, he recognized that unhappy nervous smile.

“You can,” DBK said with a nod, gesturing to the smaller being. “You can also be here for a reason. Like what I heard you muttering to yourself behind the door.”

“And that’s my cue to leave!” The Monkey King announced as he turned to walk away before a large hand, with shocking gentleness for the one attached to it, wrapped around his shoulders.

“If you need to talk-”

“No, haha, I most certainly have no need for that!”

“-you know we’ve already made peace. I-”

“You don’t need to do anything,” Wukong insisted, struggling only a little before freeing himself from the other’s grip with an even wider nervous smile.

“-am willing to listen.”

“Don’t have to!”

“Are you at least talking to anyone?”

Neither of them said anything, The Demon Bull King staring down at The Monkey King with both frustrated annoyance and genuine concern in his expression.

The former he could deal with, but the later was so new again that...

Sun Wukong panicked.

“.... OKEY BYE!” He yelled, jumping and allowing his cloud to catch him and take him off.

"YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM YOUR FEELINGS FOREVER SUN WUKONG!"

"I HID FROM THE WORLD FOR 500 YEARS AND I TURNED OUT JUST FINE, I THINK I'LL MANAGE!"

“He turned out fine, he says,” Princess Iron Fan called from behind her husband as she emerged from their home. “So fine that it took him losing his invincibility and his successor nearly being killed for him to admit he needed help.”

DBK grunted, nodding in agreement at her words.

“He needs more, still, my dear. Even I can see that.”

“Let’s call in some reinforcements then, darling. I think there are two people who may be able to get through to him.”

Sun Wukong sat on the beach of Mount Huaguo’s island home, clearly trying not to think about what had just transpired.

“Hey.”

“How did you even know to look for me here?” Sun Wukong asked, not nearly as startled this time. He’d heard the footsteps coming for a long time, the other apparently wanting to make his presence known.

“Bull King called Pigsy’s asking for MK. MK called me since he’s working. I remembered where you like to sulk. Hence: I’m here.”

Wukong groaned, wrapping his arms around his knees and burying his face in them. “I shouldn’t have even left the house today.”

“But you left,” Macaque said with a shrug, watching the other stew in his frustration at himself. “And you went to see DBK... and I guess Princess Iron Fan too? But you ran off. Why?”

“I can’t check up on an old friend turned enemy turned less enemy to ‘not exactly friend but we’re not trying to kill each other’ without being questioned?” Wukong grumbled into his arms.

“Not when you make him sound as worried as he did when he talked to MK,” Macaque continued, voice becoming more tense. “You didn’t go to apologize or explain anything, I was there when all that went down. So... did you finally go to talk about everything e-”

“No.” The word was said with such coldness that Macaque knew it was put on. It wasn’t out of malice but something else, something more worried and fearful. “No. I can’t talk to him about... I told him everything that explained what happened. I apologized. I don’t need to talk more.”

"I don't understand why you're so opposed to to just talking about, you know... how you’re doing," Macaque said with a concerned frown. It almost felt odd on his face. Almost. He was still getting used to the whole "not being mortal eternal enemies and now being friends and kinda sorta caring about each other again" thing. "I know it's been centuries and all and you're out of practice but like... it's been centuries."

"I just... can't, Macaque," Wukong rebutted as he refused to lift his head from his arms. "I just can't."

"Why?"

"Don't."

The single word stayed in their air between them, heavy and hard and meaning more than the immortal would ever admit to.

"Come on, there has to be a reason," Macaque insisted as he sat down beside the other immortal. When no response came he sighed, tail flicking absently and flipping over some of the rocks on the beach as they sat in silence for few minutes. "You know... I started talking to someone."

"What?" Wukong turned his head, just enough to look at the other monkey from the corner of his eye.

“Sandy’s a good listener,” Macaque continued, falling back down to lay flat on his back and gaze up at the clouds. He remembered that Wukong felt better, sometimes, when you looked away when talked to. Didn’t know why, but he remembered. “Not exactly the kind of therapy he thinks I need, but he lends me his cats and he lets me talk and sometimes asks if I want advice. Sometimes I say yes, but when I say no he understands. Sometimes I just want to rant at that one little one eyed cat he has and she listened to... I think. She’s a cat so I wouldn’t know. He thinks I should see someone more experienced, an expert. Maybe he’s right, I dunno, but this helps enough for now.

“... who are you and what have you done with the Six-Eared Macaque?” Wukong asked with a soft glower, one that was clearly in jest from the tiny smile the other could see.

“Same Macaque,” the other said with a laugh, sitting back up with a theatrical flourish. “Just realized that talking to someone isn’t as dumb or useless as I made it out to be in my head. A lot of the stuff I thought about alone wasn’t exactly the best. Or healthiest. But now I can get that out there and sometimes it makes Sandy look like he ate a whole lime which probably means it’s good it’s not in my head anymore.”

“You ramble a lot,” Wukong said with a chuckle, tail swishing softly beside him before nudging against Macaque’s. He tensed before it slowly wrapped around the other’s. “It feels odd, having you try to cheer me up again after... everything.”

“Bad odd or good odd?”

“Good.”

“That’s.... good,” Macaque said, squeezing Wukong’s tail with his own. “Feels odd for me too. Like I’m out of practice too. But it’s good odd...” The two sat in silence for a moment, just enjoying each other’s company before he continued. “I do think you should talk to someone. Anyone.”

“I don’t know who, though. Every time I try I just... clam up and run away. I’ve put so much on MK already,” Wukong said, tail squeezing around Macaque’s loosely in return. “And Pigsy and Sandy... After all that came out, that Sandy is Sha Wujing and Pigsy is Zhu Bajie’s reincarnation... I just... I can’t talk to them either, even though Pigsy doesn’t remember anything at all. And you... DBK... everyone... who do I go to that knows enough about me to know what they’re in for but I won’t have those memories floating around in the back of my head toward making me run away?”

“Well, you could have Sandy help you get a therapist. Prepare them in advance. Or, if you’re not ready for that, you could talk to Tang?” Macaque suggested with a shrug. “He listens to me when I’m not talking to Sandy... but that’s probably because we’re dating, that’s what it is now instead of courting, right? So he kinda has to I think? Pigsy and MK talk to him too but with me I think it’s different.”

"I don't think that's how it works," Wukong said with a half hearted chuckle as he finally raised his head all the way. "Besides, I've known Tang longer."

"By like 3 months."

"3 months more is still enough to know that if he doesn't want to listen to you he won't. The man knows how to make a speedy exit."

"Guess that's one more thing that sets him apart from his great-great-great-great-great-whatever uncle," Macaque admitted with a shrug and a chuckle of his own. He squeezed his tail around Wukong's, smile softening when he felt it being returned.

“Feels... weird though,” Wukong said with a shrug. “The two of them looking so much alike.”

“Yeah, but that’s it,” Macaque rebutted. “He’s Tang Sanzang’s great-whatever nephew 5 times removed or whatever and he looks like him. Other than that? He knows pretty much all of your history. He’s mostly out of the hero worship zone but he still respects you a lot. Aside from everything that happened with LBD and MK you two have the least history out of everyone so maybe whatever’s in your head making you clam up might not stop you. And it couldn't hurt to try. It’s not therapy, it’s just talking about something that’s bothering you. Worst that can happen is you get nervous and fumble and he takes the opportunity to ask you 40 questions about the times you were almost incinerated by a baby."

"That was one time!"

“Uh,” Tang started, staring out the open door with wide eyes at the being before him. “Hi. I didn’t exactly expect to you see today.”

“I didn’t exactly expect to be here today,” Wukong said awkwardly, nervous smile taking over his face as his tone became far too jovial for what he was about to ask. “Macaque sent me to... talk to you. About me?” His smile drooped bit by bit as he said these words, slowly starting to lose his determination to go through with this. “Oh second thought, maybe I should-”

"No," Tang said, reaching out to put a hand on the immortal's shoulder. It was nothing, really, not to someone as strong as he was. Not when he could brush it off and walk away. Go home. Just sit on his couch and watch Monkey King The Animated Series again and just think about how no one deserved to be saddled with his problems anymore. But Wukong didn't. "Whatever it is, we’re going to talk about this now. I know I’m not trained like Sandy is, but I know how to listen. And if you need someone to listen to you, I can. You wouldn't have come here to talk if you didn't."

“... ok...” Sun Wukong said, letting Tang wrap his arm around his back and guide him inside his shared home with Pigsy and Macaque.

It was... odd. Being inside this place for the first time. He’d been outside of the door more than once, invited in as well. But never inside.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Tang said, stopping his guidance once they reached the sofa. “I’m no Sandy, but I was making myself some tea and it is a batch of his own anyway. I’ll grab us some snacks too.”

“Snacks would be great,” Wukong admitted, watching the other disappear into the house’s kitchen before he sighed and gripped his thrashing tail and muttered to himself. “What am I doing..? I shouldn’t put all this on Tang... I should have gone with Macaque’s first suggestion, I’m-”

“Do you prefer lychee or persimmon?” Tang asked suddenly, startling the immortal for the second time that day. “We’re out of peach bao, but MK’s been making them out of lots of fruits and we have so many that I was planning on eating them myself.”

The scholar returned, faster than expected, with a full tray in hand. Teapot, two tea cups, and a steamer box that presumably held the buns he was asking about.

“Uh... persimmon,” Wukong answered, and he watched as Tang poured each of them a cup of tea and removed some clearly fresh (or at least made some time earlier in the day and freshly steamed), pieces of fruit laden bao to put on a plate for his guest before taking a seat in a chair across from him. “You were... getting lunch?”

Tang shrugged, laughing as he took a bite of one of his own. “Just wanted a snack. But,” He smiled, gesturing to the Monkey King. “We’re not here to talk about snacks. What’s on your mind?”

“Awfully forward start.”

“I try to be forward with the people I consider my friends.”

“... You consider me... a friend?” Wukong asked slowly, turning the bao over in his hands. It was well made, perfect he would say. You’d think MK would have been making them all his life, not that he’d learned how to on the drone ship while on the run from an evil super demon bent on erasing his mentor from the world.

“After everything we went through, how could I not?” Tang said, putting his food down to sip his tea and then putting that down as well and looking at him seriously. “You’re here because it’s the anniversary of the day you sealed away the Demon Bull King, aren’t you?”

The bao in his hands wasn’t perfect anymore. Instead the red lychee inside dripped from his claws from where they punctured it in surprise.

“How did you-?”

“My specialty study is your history after all,” Tang said, smile returning with a sad tint. “I’ve known the date for years but I felt it was something to keep to myself. For some reason. Now with you and DBK back I think that was a good choice. It feels too personal to have out in the open for everyone to make a spectacle of.”

“Is it selfish of me to be thankful for that?” Wukong muttered, gently placing the bao on the plate to lick his claws clean.

“I don’t think so,” Tang answered.

“I feel selfish though,” he continued, not managing to take note of how Tang sat up straighter and turned more toward him. “I went to DBK’s to... I don’t know. I wanted to apologize again? But I already did and he accepted it and it feels selfish to want to again. Then I just. I froze.”

“Why?” Tang asked, scooting closer.

“It felt wrong.”

“Because you would make him feel awkward?”

“NO!” Wukong groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I just. I feel...” He took in a shaky breath, claws digging into his skin slightly.

“Don’t,” Tang’s voice came soft and closer than Wukong expected, as did the hands on his own slowly pulling his claws away from his face. “Don’t hurt yourself. And don’t bottle it up. I’ll listen to you. No matter what it is. It’s not selfish, feeling things isn’t selfish.”

“I miss it,” Wukong breathed out, shaky and choppy as his throat tightened as the words started to pour out of him. “I miss him. How things used to be between us and Iron Fan. I miss that I never got to meet Red Son when he was Red Boy. I miss Beng and Ba and Ma and Liu and how things used to be. I miss Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing even though they’re here. I miss my Tang Sanzang. I’d been alone for 500 years and I missed so much and I did that to myself and it’s selfish to miss like that...”

He didn’t realize his cheeks were wet until his hands had been let go and one of Tang’s rubbed a cloth against them. Tang cupped his cheeks softly before wrapping his arms around him and tucking the Monkey King’s head into the space between his neck and shoulder.

“No... no it’s not. You’re allowed to miss things, Sun Wukong. Just like anyone else.”

Sun Wukong started to feel better.

He didn’t know why that was what did it, but the dam broke. It broke and his tears came pouring out as he hugged the man who reminded him so much of his Master. He didn’t know if anything he said in the mean time made any sense, if he was just blubbering and finally letting himself mourn what he’d lost and never had, but Tang didn’t ever chastise him. He let him weep and hold him and for the first time in years...

“Oh!” Princess Iron Fan startled as she opened the door to see who had knocked, finding herself face to face at sunset with one Great Sage. “You’ve returned.”

“Are you and DBK free?” Sun Wukong asked, smile no longer too wide. “I... kinda just wanna talk with you for a bit.”

“Well... I think that would be lovely.”

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #fanfic #prompt fill #no ships #gen fic #hurt comfort #sun wukong #monkey king #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #dbk and pif #tang #technically tintedlenses is in here #and hinted freesquidinknoodles i had to add that in after THAT ART TODAY #but it's only a couple lines

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