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Silver Lining 6
Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes
Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
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You yawn as you look into the barren depths of your cup. Bucky sits up and rolls his shoulders, a dimple in his cheek. He looks you over as you furrow your brow curiously; do you have something on your face?
“W-what?” You bat your lashes.
“Should've got ya something with caffeine,” he says.
“Oh… little l-late,” you look over as the baristas wipe the counters. It's almost closing time, “s-s-speaking of-f.”
“Mm, yeah, I suppose,” he slides over his stapled papers, “you got all my notes. When I get back, we'll figure out the final draft and get the mic going.”
“S-sounds g-good,” you stutter and swallow another yawn. When you're tired, you can barely speak straight. “I sh-should head ou-out.”
You chomp down as yet another yawn rolls up your throat and your eyes nearly roll back. You smile as best you can and stand, grabbing your bag to pack up. He gets to his feet and pulls on his jacket.
“I'll give you a ride,” he offers.
“No, n-no, it's o-okay–”
“You shouldn't walk,” he looks outside as the night contrasts the white ground, snow still piling high.
“J-just as bad d-driving,” you comment.
“I got snow tires,” he insists, “really, I'd… I'd feel bad if you walked.”
“Y-you would?” You snort.
He gives you a look. That look. The one that warns caution. You put your hands up defenselessly.
“Fine, I-I'll let y-you drive m-me,” you surrender. “B-b-but you should know, I'm n-not that h-ho-hopeless.”
“Never said you were,” he pulls a beanie over his gray hair, “not a big fan of the cold myself.”
“Yeah, i-it probably m-makes your b-bones hurt,” you slide your arms into your coat.
“You making fun of me?” He scowls.
“No-o, I just… my st-stepdad always says–”
“It's fine. It does,” he sniffs, “cracked a few ribs playing ball in college. They never heal right.”
“Ouch,” you hook your bag on your shoulder.
“You got a curfew?” He checks his watch.
“Wh-what? I-I'm thirty,” you exclaim.
He chuckles. That takes you off guard.
“I know, I'm not too old to make jokes too.”
“Y-yeah, I w-wasn't–”
“Relax, it's fine. Better go before we're snowed in,” he leads you to the door, thanking the staff as he opens the door and waits for you to go ahead of him.
Well, there might blizzard brewing outside but he seems to be thawing.
🩶
You get home to a quiet house. Your sister, Kira, hushes you as you come upstairs, her children already asleep. She has a clay mask on as she hogs the bathroom going through her nightly routine. You dip into your room and hide.
You didn't expect them to wait up for you. That's ridiculous, but no one even asked about the job. It must be the excitement of a full house. Your sister does everything right so of course they'd want to focus on her. Maybe tomorrow.
You get in your pajamas and settle into bed. It’s hard to still your mind and the jittery energy still swirling inside of you. You put on a lofi video and let it play as you close your eyes. You have the weekend to make the last tweaks and you’ll finally be onto the next step. You hope.
You spend Saturday penned up in your room, hunched over at your desk as you go through the notes from your meeting. As the clock ticks close to noon, your phone vibes, drawing you back to the land of the living. You rub your eye sockets and groan. You need to eat.
You check your phone; you have a message. You flick your thumb up and blink at the text. It’s Bucky. You still haven’t saved him as a contact, recognising him only by the last four digits of his number.
‘Quick pitstop. Forgot to ask last night. How can I pay you?’
You chew your thumb as you think. That’s the awkward part. Even though you’re doing work, it’s still a bit strange. It isn’t like a company where the money just pops into your account on schedule. 
‘I can give details when you get back. Hate to add stress to your trip.’
You hit send and sit back, stretching your neck. Your phone buzzes again. You don’t expect a quick response.
‘Asking now. Will be heading into no reception. Wanted to pay you for scriptwork. Will pay rest after recording.’
Your stomach knots. You’re trying to be polite but you can’t deny that you could use the money. With Christmas tiptoeing closer, you should really get on gift shopping.
‘Right. I have Venmo.’
You tap the arrow and wait. He doesn’t answer right away. When he answers, it’s just the thinking emoji, followed by another text.
‘I’ll figure that out. Do I need your email or something?’
You sweep away the chat and tap into your app. You copy your payment code and paste it into the chat. You follow it with a quick message; ‘should prompt you how. If you need to wait, it’s fine.’
Thumbs up. That’s it. You accept that. To be fair, from him, it’s an improvement. It seems you’ve found a tenuous truce with him. You’ll take that if it means you’re not scooping into your savings.
You can hear your sister and mother gabbing as you leave your room. You stop at the top of the stairs and brace yourself. Things didn’t exactly leave off on the best terms.
You descend and sneak past the dining room where they sit and sort through your mother’s vast Christmas card collection. You’re careful not to draw any attention as you enter the kitchen and quietly pop a pod into the keurig and set your mug on the tray.
Your coffee brews with a grind, giving away your endeavour. You don’t look back as you hear the scuff of slippers. Kira enters and clinks her empty cup down on the counter not far from you. She couldn’t wait until you finished.
“So, how was your job? A bit late to be rushing off to work.”
“It’s f=freelance,” you say. “It’s g-g-good.”
She scoffs, “ah, well, that’s great. You can get out of mom and dad’s hair soon enough.”
“Y-yeah,” you agree, cheeks scalding with embarrassment, “w-working on i-it.”
“Oh, I’m sure. You know, Catherine called me the other day…” she mentions your previous coworker, her friend from college, “guess she got a promotion.”
You nod. She’s goading you. What does she expect you to say? Does she expect you to apologise for leaving a bad situation?
You take your cup of coffee and sidle away. She chuckles, the way she always does when you don’t feed into her drama. Her mug hits the tray heavily.
“I’ll tell her you say hi,” she preens.
You keep going without an answer. You yawn as you come upstairs and hear whispers ahead of you. You rush forward, sloshing hot coffee onto your hand as you approach your open door. Why didn’t you close it?”
As you get to the threshold, there’s a sudden clatter and you gasp. Jamie sits in your desk chair as your laptop lays face down on the floor. Casey is underneath the desk tugging on the power cord. You shriek and sloppily slam the mug onto the shelf mounted just beside the door.
“W-w-w-what are you d-d-doing?” Your emotion overwhelms your voice, “how–”
You hear footsteps rush up the stairs and Kira hisses as she marches down the hall, “shhh, my kids are sleeping.”
“No, th-they aren’t,” you hurry forward and take Jamie out of the chair. As you shoo Casey, your sister enters your room.
“Don’t hurt him,” she demands.
“Wh-what? I w-wouldnt–”
“Don’t touch my kids,” she comes forward and scoops up Casey then takes Jamie’s hand, “they’re just curious.”
You bend down to pick up your laptop. You turn it over and find lines streaked up in a spectrum. Smashed. Broken. Demolished.
“They b-broke it,” you whimper.
“Ugh, whatever,” she hauls her kids back to the door, “it’s just a computer.”
You stare at the ruins and shake your head at her back. What are you going to do?
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cloudpierced22 · 1 month
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𝒦𝒶𝒾'𝓈 ℒ𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈
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Kai Chisaki x Fem!Reader
Warnings: choking, claiming kink, blowjob, cuckholding, doggy style, masturbation, dom!chisaki, sub!reader, sado/maso mention, shower sex, degradation kink, fuck machine mention, vibrating panties mention, teasing, threesome mention, cock description
NSFW Alphabet
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A = Aftercare = Baths and showers are this man’s bread and butter when it comes to aftercare. Even if he fucked you so hard you can barely move, he’ll carry you over, lol.
B = Body Part = If you were to ask him, he would say he likes his own hands. When it comes to you, his favorite body part on you is your neck - he loves how it looks when his hand is wrapped around it or when he marks it up with love bites.
C = Cum = He prefers to cum inside you, but if you’re not about that, then he’ll cum inside your mouth.
D = Dirty Secret = He’s not entirely opposed to having some of his inner circle subordinates fucking you with him sitting there watching the whole thing. He’d fuck you dumb right after ofc to show that he’s superior.
E = Experience = He doesn’t have too much experience but knows how to please you properly.
F = Favorite Position = His favorite position would have to be doggy style. Seeing you entirely at his mercy is enough to make him cum. He loves fucking you at his pace and for his pleasure.
G = Goofy = Definitely very serious, like no jokes or anything is happening in the moment.
H = Hair = He’s incredibly well groomed, doing so at least once or twice a week - it’s mostly for himself and his preference.
I = Intimacy = He can be romantic when he wants to be. He mostly is on special occasions, though.
J = Jack Off = I don’t see him doing it too often, so I will tentatively say that he doesn’t. However, when you’re not around, he will jerk off when showering.
K = Kink = Some kinks I see for him are probably a dom/sub dynamic between you two. I can also see a bit of a sado/maso dynamic as well, but nothing too crazy. I also think he has a heavy claiming kink with you as well.
L = Location = Mostly at home, but he also loves having sex in a shower or mayhaps in front of his subordinates.
M = Motivation = He loves it when you look cute and pretty to him. Also, when he gets jealous or pent up (those are also good motivators for him).
N = No = He may enjoy occasionally slapping, degrading, or choking you, but he would never you enough to draw any sort of blood. I also don’t see him being submissive in any way either.
O = Oral = He prefers receiving - having his cum in your mouth is one of his favorite sights in this world.
P = Pace = He prefers fast and rough because he loves watching you struggle to take him, but he may also use speed to punish you.
Q = Quickie = He isn’t one for them, but if you tease him enough, he may do it. (However, he may use orgasm denial during that).
R = Risk = He’s willing to take risks as long as they’re on his terms.
S = Stamina = He can go for a few rounds and will use that to his advantage. He loves how overstimulated you get from him.
T = Toys = He’ll use them on you only, but he doesn’t use them on himself. He prefers using a fuck machine or vibrating panties (legit, whatever he’s in the mood for).
U = Unfair = He LOVES teasing you (especially if you’ve been bad). Seeing you cry and beg for him gets him all hot. He loves knowing that he’s a necessity for you.
V = Volume = He doesn’t like being too loud and grunts mostly. He wants you to be the one screaming and moaning loudly.
W = Wild Card = The one subordinate he enjoys watching fuck you is Hari for sure (there may have been a few threesomes even).
X = X-Ray = He’s probably packing 7.5 with a pink tip that gets a cute reddish color when hard.
Y = Yearning = He doesn’t have a very high sex drive despite having a lot of stamina. He primarily uses sex as an outlet for his pent-up emotions and for his pleasure.
Z = Zzz = He usually doesn’t sleep much anyway, but he would wait for you to ensure you’re safe.
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Sweet dreams
February Filth Fest : Day Two
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Song Mingi x gn reader
a/n: glasses mingi go brrrrrbrrrr . this is pretty self-indulgent and soft cause i just wanna smooch him all over and call him a princess. i also 1000% went overboard again, atp i need some self control classes or smth
" Were you having sweet dreams? I know that you were..."
(>ᴗ•)genre:
smut, p w/o plot
ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:
not edited, somnophilia, sub mingi, blow job, lots of kisses, unprotected (don't do that), dumbification, pet names(primarily babe, princess, mama(😫🤭🤯)), creampie, slight teasing, they are WHIPPED for each other, short intro because i couldn't think of anything 😭, not a lot of actual somnophilia-it just gets the ball rolling
tags: @cherryxsang
SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI
Your sleep is disrupted around 4 in the morning. You awaken with a feeling that you can't quite place. Usually when you wake up, it's because your boyfriend had got up. But Mingi's arm is still slumped over your waist. His leg is still hiked up on your hip and keeping you close.
And something is poking your backside. That feeling you couldn't place was him- calling out to you even in his sleep.
"Mingi?" You hold his hand in yours and wiggle his finger to see is he's away. When you drop it, it falls right back to your stomach. He hums in his sleep, nuzzling his head into your back and settling with a sigh.
Slowly, methodically, so as not to wake him, you unravel from him and dip under the covers.
--
His mind stirs him out of his pleasant dream with urgency. His mind is foggy, all he knows is that his cock feels so good. Feels so good, too good to be a figment of his imagination.
His arm stretches out to your side of the bed to find it empty and cold. He grabs his glasses from the bedside table in a hurry and blinks rapidly. "Babe?"
You hum around him, bobbing your head under the cover of thee blanket. He whines, pushing himself up and leaning on his hands. "What are you doing?" You pull off him with a lewd pop that makes him twitch. You push the cover off of you and smirk as you see his state.
His glasses are half-way crooked, his hair is a messy, and his shirtless stomach is rising and falling with his shallow breaths. "I'm sorry," you draw , "were you having sweet dreams?" His brows crease in confusion before the dream that he was awoke from floods his mind. "I know that you were..." You trail your fingers up and down his thighs, watching the goosebumps form in the dim moonlight. "You were all over me, Mingi. Got me all hot and bothered, too."
He leans his head back as you give a gentle lick to the tip of his cock. "What was your dream about?" He gasps out, laughing as you languidly stroke him.
"You know what it was about, don't play stupid." You look up at him with doe eyes, urging him to continue. "It was about you, Babe. It always is. It was...we were-"
"Oh, come on, Princess." His breath hitches in his throat, and he moves down to rely on his elbow to keep him up as his hands shake. "Tell me about it... maybe we can recreate it." You throw a quick wink at him and hold back a laugh as he starts blushing.
"...You want to?"
"I want to. Don't you?" You twirl your pointed tongue around his tip, smiling as he completely falls back. "Tell me about it." You demand firmer this time, rubbing your thumbs in circles on his hip. He stares up at the ceiling, reveling in your touch. "Mingi, Baby." You call out, crawling above him.
His hands immediately find their way to your back and pull you flat against him. "Please don't tease me, m'so needy." He kisses your neck over and over, holding your head next to his as you laugh. "Babe!" He whines, slapping your shoulder gently.
"Just tell me and I'll make your dream come true..." You lift your hips away as he tries to grind into you.
"Fine, fine. In my dream... it was us... just like always." He holds onto your hands tightly as you hold them on either side of his head. "It was just us. Like how we always are. It wasn't anything special, I love things the way we do them. I love you so much, I love the way you fuck me, I love the way you kiss me, I love the way you take care of me, I lo-" You cut him off with a passion-fueled kiss, gently locking your lips together. He moans into it as you lower yourself back down and your warmth spreads around his aching cock.
You cup his face in your hands and maneuver him around as your kisses spread out from his lips to his cheeks and to his forehead and over his acne scars and on every inch of skin that his glasses don't get in the way of. "Babe," he groans out, hands wandering down to the round of your ass. He gives it a squeeze which makes you grind down hard on him, his pre-cum smearing between the two of you. "Please," he whines into your lips as you catch them once again. "Give it to me good."
You don't even bother to prep yourself, sliding down on him and moaning into his mouth. "Oh, fuck," you cry into his chest as you sink onto him fully. He fucks you so good every-time and he's not even doing anything. The way his cock sits inside of you, the way he gets dumb as you clench around him, the sound he makes- it's all more than enough. "My boy," you coo as you begin grinding your hips. He grips onto your ass with bruising force, whimpering as your walls flutter around him. "My Princess, aren't you? My pillow princess that just likes getting fucked, huh?"
"Yeah! Love it, love it so much!" He tilts his head back and lets you leave a million short kisses to his skin, his breaths become shallow as he gets worked up. "Love it, Mama," he stutters out, "feels so good!"
"Yeah? As good as your dream?"
"Yes! Just as good- it's better! S'better," he grabs at your shoulders and pulls you down, holding onto you as he begs for kisses silently, staring at your lips as you ride him. You kiss the corner of his lips and pull away with a smirk. "Why," he cries, hands dropping to grab the bedsheet and ground himself as you behind rolling your hips in a circle. "Mama, please kiss m- fuck! Good, so good, do-don't stop- God!" He yells loudly as you lick over his nipple, nearly ripping the sheets with the force he drives his nails into them.
"My dumb Princess," you kiss his nipple light as a father, making him shiver, "you're close?" He nods, sucking in a bit of spit that threatens to drool over his lips as he leans his head to the side. "You want to cum inside of me?" His gut tightens as you speak, hands leaving the bed in favor of squeezing your thighs and digging his nails into your flesh. "You don't? Is that what you said? I didn't hear." You tease him, bracing yourself with your hands on his chest as you move faster.
"No- yes! Yes, I want to! Please, Mama, please! Want to- wan- I wanna cum inside you, please let- let me, please!" You tilt your hips to position him just right and pleasure yourself on him, knowing he'll be coming undone soon. "Ga- good God, fuck!"
"So good," you praise, kissing around his face with every time your hips collide. His glasses begin to fog from your hot breaths and he whines as it blocks his view. He all but slaps them off himself and holds your face close to his the next time you go to kiss him.
"Wanna see you," he pleads, grinding his hips up to meet yours as he gets closer to his release. "Wanna-" he stutters as you lock you eyes with him, "I wanna-" his own moans and scrambled brain work against him, cutting him off before he can form a full sentence.
"My dumb Princess," you laugh, licking his lips quickly, "can't even think right when I fuck you. I'm that good?"
"So good," he purrs, keeping your face still in his hands as he returns the favor: licking and sucking on your lips. "The best, Mama. Treat me so good. Fuck, oh my God! I love you, love you so much." He speaks quickly through his attack on your lips, growing whinier and stupider with every second which passes.
You push him to his limit and hold him there as you quickly catch up. The two of you share a broken moan as you cum together, holding each other close as you're overcome with pleasure that could only be provided by each other. The only sounds now are the night birds and your heavy, shaking breaths.
You slump down onto him, head on his shoulder and look up at him. You lift a shaking hand and rub your thumb over his cheek, "so good for me... My Princess."
"My Mama."
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trans-luis-serra · 2 months
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Hi I LOVE luis and I LOVE Serennedy and I’m SO HAPPY you have asks on!!
Anyways I was laughing to myself this morning about Luis’s first words to Leon being in English. Ik it’s just for the benefit of the players of re4r BUT I like to think that he only had to take one look at blonde, thicc, gun-clad Leon and go “yeah that’s an American, better speak English” like logically that’s a Spanish man in his isolated Spanish village, so he had no other reason to NOT speak Spanish there!!! He clocked Leon so fast lolol.
That’s not really question but wanted to share my brainrot. So uhhh, read any good Serennedy fics lately?
TUMBLR DELETED MY EXTREMELY LOMG ANSWER TO THIS AND I AM S O MAD BUT YOU HAVE SUCH A BIG MASSIVE BRAIN I JUST H A D TO DRAW YOUR CONCEPT
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((Also not to plug my own art or anything but my main is @wisecrackingeric-2 if you wanna see more stuff like that!!!!))
BUT OH MY GOD?? Y E S ?????????? HOW HAVE I NEVER THOUGHT OF THIS BEFORE HOLY CRAP Leon’s big bodacious behind and jokes aside I REALLY WISH we got to see more of Luis using Spanish in casual conversation!!!!!! Like clearly he’s both VERY fluent in English and Spanish and uses them both interchangeably but GOD I WISH WE GOT TO HEAR LIKE A FULL CONVERSATION BETWEEN HIM AND MENDEZ OR SOMETHING. Like that opening scene in seperate ways???? MUWAH. IT WAS SO COOL. ANYWAYS YOUR ACTUAL QUESTION YES I HAVE S O MANY FIC RECS I CAN GIVE YOU!!!!!
‘Nothing Fades Like The Light’ by @greasedcowboy is genuinely possibly my favourite fanfiction of all time. I’ve never had to go lay down on my bathroom floor because of a fic until this one HXNEHENDIX
‘Another Time’ by @hamartia-grander is S U C H AN INCREDIBLY WELL PACED time travel fic with the most GUT WRENCHING plot twists EVER’
‘I Carry All My Sins’ by @mooseonahunt I don’t. I don’t even wanna spoil this one. Just. Just read it totally blind
‘Loves For Show’ by @theprestigegirly Is S U C H a good fake-dating slowburn fic which is H I G H PRAISE coming from someone who usually isn’t a fan of the genre!!!!!!!! Seriously if you like beautiful wording and gorgeous depictions of raw human emotion this one’s for you!!!!!!!!!!!!
‘We’ll Be Alright’ by @ugetelynx IS SO GOOD. GOD ITS SO GOOD MAN. It’s a S U P E R unique AU and the way Lynx weaves the story and takes you along the path of these two slowly learning how to live a life with one another- MWUAH. LITERALLY SO GORGEOUS. Prepare to have your soul ripped out of your ribcage
‘Redemption Of The Guilty’ by Sylanna!!!!! Again another one where I’m like just!!!! Go read it!!!!!!!! I don’t wanna spoil it!!
‘Digital Man’ by @geddy-leesbian CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AU CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AU CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AU (<- going insane pounding my fists on a wooden table)
‘Renovations’ by Gayhorrorboy IS SO CHARMING AND FULL OF GENUINE LOVE FOR THE SUBJECT AT HAND!!!!! I’ve been watching my friend work on this fic for MONTHS now and I can say with confidence it was made with so much love and care I can’t reccomend it enough!!!!
I W O U L D be tacky and add my own fics to this list but I haven’t stooped that low yet HANDHDNSJX if you’re curious though my AO3 handle is just WisecrackingEric!!!
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babygirlz-world · 10 months
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Patrick Hockstetter NSFW ABC
A- after care(what they're like after sex)
Because of his issues, like where he thinks he's the only real person, he was never into aftercare. Until he found out you were like him. He was thinking that you and him were the only real people and he wasn't alone. So he wanted to protect you and take care of you
B- body part (his favorite body part of yours and your favorite body part of his)
He loves your hips. Even if he likes to protect you he's always rough with your hips. He burns them and cuts them whenever he feels like you deserve it (which is whenever the wounds heal or he's bored) when with the gang your always in his lap and his hands are on your hips.
You love his stomach. He let's you draw on his stomach and chest when your alone. Usually your by the quarry or in your backyard while your parents are out.
C- Cum (anything to do with Cum)
He loves covering you with his cum. He knows that neither or you are ready for kids but he so badly wants to Cum inside you so he uses a condom a lot of the time
D- Dirty secret (something he's secretly into but won't tell anyone)
He used to stalk you from time to time in middle school and start of high school until Victor invited you to the gang
E- Experience (what kind of experience does he have from before you got together)
There wasn't much loving experience in him. There was sexual experience from small hookups from before you got together
F- Favorite position (what position does he love you in)
He loves you riding him because 1) he doesn't have to do much 2) you always look amazing when you do
G- Goofy (how Goofy or serious is he in bed)
He was never very vocal during sex but more recently he started joking about kids
H- Hair (does the carpet match the drapes and how well groomed is he)
Same color. And he's very well groomed
I- Intimacy (how intimate is he during sex)
He usually it very rough buy sometimes if he knows you had a bad day he'll do everything in his heart to make you feel good
J- Jerk off (masturbation headcanon)
He stole a couple pairs on your panties to jerk off to. He'll jerk off under the blanket while you guys watch movies in the living room
K- Kink (the kinks you and him have)
Hot wax(as mentioned in another post of mine) and a knife kink
L- Location (where does he love having sex with you)
Your bedroom when your parents are in their room or the living room
M- Motivation (what kind of stuff gets him off. And what does he do to make you needy)
Seeing you with any guy. It makes him go crazy.
All he has to do with you is hold your neck while looking down at you
N- No (things he refuses to do with you)
He refuses to fuck you while your crying or injured. When you broke your leg because Henry brought you into a fight he didn't fuck you or eat you out. He took care of you and cuddled you making sure your leg was ok
O- Oral (how does he feel about oral)
He loves seeing your face while eating you out and watching you suck him off so oral is his go to before sex
P- Pace (how fast does he go with you)
He's fast and rough which is something you've gotten used to
Q- Quickie (how does he feel about quickies)
He loves quickies at school or in the woods or near the mini fridge
R- Risk (what kind of risks is he willing to take)
Public sex turns him on so much so he doesn't care is someone sees
S- stamina (how is his stamina)
He could go for hours if you wanted
T- Toy (does he have or like to use any toys when with you)
He doesn't have any toys but has said that if you wanted to use toys he'd be ok with it
U- Unfair (how much does he tease you)
He teases you all the time around the gang. He loves seeing how embarrassed you get around the boys
V- Volume (how loud is he during sex)
He wasn't very vocal but he likes to sweet talk you sometimes
W- Wildcard (random headcanon)
He would love to watch you and Victor go at it. He knows Victor is your best friend and that he had a massive crush on you before you and Patrick got together and never really got over it. As long as it was someone he knew he didn't mind sharing you
X- X Ray (how big is he down there)
You know that stereotype that skinny guys have big dicks. Well it's more than true for Patrick
Y- Yearning (how high is his sex drive)
He wants to fuck you every second of the day
Z- Zzz (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards)
He always makes sure your asleep before he goes to bed
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tiredlilguy · 6 months
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OMG YOUR REQUESTS ARE BAKC OPEN OMGGG HIII
Can I request flags (separately) x artist reader? Like they do paintings and such and maybe they go to art museums with them s/o? Painting the flags or drawing for them too ya know? :DDD
OKAY THATS ALL, HAVE A GREAT DAYYYYY
a/n: hi hi!! >:D (ur lucky u got in the 4 slots that filled up within a day LMFAO) TYSM I HOPE U HAVE A GREAT DAY <333 I hope you enjoy this! I did little scenarios as opposed to what I usually do (which is hc's) because i haven't done small scenarios in a while. also for anyone who's interested: here's the [SB masterlist]
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pairing: The Flags (separately) X GN!Reader cw: NA, not proofread desc: the flags with an artist s/o in various different scenarios =w=
Pianoman:
You had been sitting behind sketchbook, a frown on your face as you went through multiple sketches of scenes you saw outside of the window. You were sitting at the windowsill, on a piano bench that you stole from your lover’s piano side. You fiddled with your pencil for a little while, eventually letting out a frustrated sigh and placing your sketchbook on your lap. In that moment, the front door opened revealing Pianoman. You paid no mind to him, lost in your own thoughts as you tried to recall a scene that had just happened right outside so that you could draw it.
“ Hm…? No ‘welcome back’, my dear?,” his voice intruded your thoughts, and you quickly opened your eyes to see Pianoman peering over you.
A blush quickly crept up on your face,” Agh-! You scared me.”
Pianoman chuckled softly behind his hand,” Really lost in your own thoughts there, I see. Well, I’m home, sweet thing.”
“ W-welcome home,” you stuttered out. He only smiled, but before you knew it you were being lifted off the bench you were sitting on and into his arms.
“ H-hey…! What are you doing?,” you asked in protest, though your body seemed to relax in his arms (save for your shoulders and hands that were held close to your chest).
“ Well, I need the piano bench,” he answered simply, placing a kiss on your temple and moving you over to the couch nearby. He placed you down gently with a small huff before walking over to the piano bench.
“ You could’ve just asked me to move, ya know?”
“ I would, but my baby looked so wrapped up in their own world, I didn’t wanna bother you~,” he teased, placing the bench down by the piano and taking a seat. He’d already discarded of his large overcoat and was just wearing his tailored white suit. You leaned over to the arm of the couch, your cheek resting on it as your eyes traveled towards him. Pianoman took off his gloves and placed them on top of the piano before cracking his knuckles and playing a couple cords with his fingers. He let out a satisfied hum at the sound of the notes, but before he was about to play again, he heard you pencil sketching away as you tried to recreate the image in front of you.
“ Don’t lay on the couch like that for so long, dear. You’ll hurt your neck like that.”
Lippmann:
He had been across the kitchen counter, cooking dinner for the both of you while looking over at a script and repeating lines over and over again. Memorization was important, considering that he was an actor, and with how busy his schedule was, he was often practicing in the few breaks he had. Of course, he’d normally be conversing with you, but seeing that you were working on a painting across from him, he decided to do what he did on his own time: vocal practice with lines and cooking up a good meal.
As he was cooking (and talking to himself), you had just finished up playing with acrylic texture on a canvas. However, it started to become too blotty and you had been staring at it wondering how to fix that. Eventually, you thought of using water to help this, and sat up from your stool.
“ O me, what fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have- Oh dear, hi sunshine,” you interrupted him (more like startled) as you walked in between the cramped way to the cupboard.
“ Hello… sorry to interrupt your cooking. I just need a glass of water,” you walked past him to the cupboard, taking out a glass and walking over to the sink.
“ It’s ok, love,” Lippmann smiled gently, moving to place a kiss on your cheek,” Whatever you need to make art.”
“ Thanks,” you looked over to him with a smile as you turned the faucet off with a glass now full of water.
“ Hey, where’s my kiss?,” Lippmann stopped you, a hand on his hip and the other in your wrist.
“ Oh right.”
You moved to peck his lips before walking off and moving back to your canvas. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was slightly flustered at the gesture.
Iceman:
Whenever he was off work, he usually stayed home. He often rarely went out, but this one time, he decided to come with you to an exhibition at an art museum that you were looking forward to. Iceman didn’t really understand art, but he could hear you talk about it for hours on end, even if it didn’t make sense to him. He tried to memorize every word, and comprehend it in his own way. He sort of guessed it was like how he was when he listened to and studied every note and sound in music.
Currently, you were trailing along, explaining every piece of work you saw. He didn’t say much, only nodded and staring into the picture/sculpture that was there for a couple of seconds. Eventually, you were both lining up to go inside of a room. You’d mentioned something about how it was a room full of hanging lights, with mirrors that were all throughout the interior, making it feel bigger than it really was.
Eventually you both walked in, and he opened his eyes a little wider. This time, you had nothing to say in particular. He raised a brow, asking you if you were going to say anything.
“ Hm… I think we should just enjoy the piece for now. I’m getting a little tired of talking,” you shrugged with a sigh. Taking his hand and intertwining your fingers with his.
It was silent as you both stared at the hanging lights in silence. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you in closer to him.
“ Sorry for talking so much,” you laughed awkwardly, leaning into his side.
“ Don’t apologize,” he quickly told you,” I could hear you talk forever.”
Doc:
He was currently taking a sick day today, but he insisted that he sit on the couch and watch you paint instead (despite all of your protests… he walked his weak body over to the couch with a giant blanket around him before flopping on the couch). At times like these, he usually felt his weakest, as his body couldn’t perform to the aptitude that the average person’s would. Thankfully, you were around at home to take care of him, but even then, he didn’t want you to take care of him, as he felt that he was being a burden when you were so busy working on paintings.
He was currently curled up on the sofa, watching you walk around your canvas with a color palette before walking up to it and switching brushes. He was awfully fascinated by the way you so meticulously made work on a canvas.
“ It’s almost like surgery a little bit,” he spoke up, shifting slightly under his blanket into a more comfortable position.
You turned around,” Think so…?” You placed the palette down on a side table and walked over to him, sitting down on the couch.
“ Guess so,” he answered,” Carefully piecing together parts of it before it comes out into a new final project. It’s different every time.”
“ I hope you don’t do that to people too…,” you shivered, before placing a hand over his forehead, moving the hair away from his face. He hummed lightly, before giggling to himself,” Hm… Maybe. What if we were able to breathe from a kidney instead of a lung.”
“ I doubt that’s humanly possible.”
“ In a world of people with abilities, who knows what’ll happen?”
“ I think what will happen is you getting some rest instead of watching me work, babe.”
Albatross:
“ Are you drawing ME?!,” Albatross took you out of your trance as you were, in fact, drawing him. He’d just gotten back home, and smothered you in a sudden back hug.
“ Hey! You’re not supposed to be home for another couple of hours!,” you yelled back in confusion.
“ I got off early,” he answered before hugging you once again, almost taking you out of your chair this time,” Anyways, you’re drawing meeee~!”
You giggled, hugging him back as you waited for him to finish hugging you. Of course, he took a minute or two… making sure to take in plenty of breathes of you, and rubbing his hair on your shoulder. He would occasionally move you in his arms too, rocking you from side to side.
“ It was supposed to be a surprise, but I guess I’ll make it a practice sketch for now,” you said, as he let you down.
“ Oh!,” his expression went blank, until a small smile went on his face. He pushed his sunglasses back on his eyes, slowly walking down the door,” I didn’t see anything then.”
You laughed to yourself as he slowly closed the door, as well.
Chuuya:
Currently, it seemed that the only thing you were painting was him. You couldn’t get him out of your head, and it was starting to get embarrassing, the more canvases you’d buy just to practice, only to realize you were painting him.
You were now walking him back to your shared home. Though, you’d forgotten one crucial detail as you slowly opened the door… you left all of your canvases out.
“ Actually, let’s not go inside right now,” you quickly shut the door with an awkward smile.
“ What’s wrong,” Chuuya raised a brow,” Is there something in there…?”
“ Well… Uh… Yeah, let’s go get dinner! I’m hungry,” you tried to cover it up, still leaning against the door.
“ What’s behind the door, (Y/N)?”
“ Nothing! Let’s go, c’mon!”
After a while of back and forth, eventually, you gave up with a hardy sigh and opened the door with an embarrassed expression. He walked in, blue eyes widening as he observed the many canvases that were scattered around your apartment.
“ I was gonna wrap them up, but I lost track of time and went to go get you before putting them away.”
“ You… drew me…?’
You nodded shyly, but it was quickly met with a big hug and many a kisses to the face.
“ Thanks, doll.”
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yopigeonflyerjo · 1 year
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OG Hannibal Lecter NSFW alphabet
GO AWAY CHILDREN I DARE YALL, IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 AND GO HERE I WILL HUNT YOU FOREVER
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A=Aftercare (Tending after sex)
Hannibal is not typical, at any point but at aftercare ecpeccialy. Sex, you in general inspire . He will draw when talking to you. But be ready for next round. A L W A Y S
B=Body part (Favorite body part)
It's easy to say that his favourite body part is his hands, and fingers to be more specific but that's true. He likes everything that makes him other than normal and boring. The sixth finger is one of that things. Lecter likes them even more for the pleasure they can give you.
Hannibal loves your whole body, and your body language. Doctor loves how nonobius it is. Its hard to surprise him, especially in a good way. Also your neck, he loves to kiss or lick it. Its also his favorite place to leave hickey on you.
C=Cum (Where do they cum)
Lecter likes to be messy in bed. Especially when you are one big mess. That's even kind of animalistic for him. He loves to cum all over your body.
D=Dirty Secret (Do they have any sexual secrets they keep away from you?)
Lecter have some nude polaroids of yours. You thought that you lost them years ago bu he has them meticulously hidden. Obviously he stalks, don’t think thats secret.
E=Experience (How experienced are they?)
Doctor had some woman (and men) before but it was never anything more that sex or short interest. He is pretty experienced. But main thing here is his anatomy knowledge. Trust me, after first time he knows your body better than you.
F=Favorite position (self-explanatory)
Missionary, Doctor loves to see your face,all your expressions. To hear all your moans and whisper to your ear. Also he has good access to your neck.
G=Goofy (Are they humorous in bed?)
He is goofy but in flirty way. His jokes are not broad. Also good sense of humor is one of his turn ons. 
H=Hair (How well-groomed are they?)
I think he is well trimmed but not bare.
I=Intimacy (Are they romantic in bed?)
He is master of intimacy but not in… evident way. Hannibal loves to look in your eyes during cumming. Thats one of only moments that you can see in his eyes some kind of vulnerability, your heart just melts in that moments.
J=Jackoff (Do they masturbate often?)
He has well self-control, and much rather go to you than masturbate. He can resist for long time. But if you two haven’t seen for longer than week, be ready. You can’t walk for next few days.
K=Kinks (What kinks do they have?)
Shibari -he likes to see you knotted in sophisticated way
DOM - Lecter dominates in in physical and mental way
Control - Doctor loves to control any aspect of your life
Choking - he can’t imagine killing you, but he love sound of you choking his sperm
Teasing - god damn master of teasing
Overstimulation - Hannibal loves to see your boundaries (that you clearly don’t have when it comes for him).
L=Location (Where do they prefer to do it?)
E V E R Y W H E R E
Whenever you could you did it, but his fav place is is office or y’all bedroom. Bedroom is more intimate, but more often yo do it in his office. Thats only extra risk, his next patient can appear any moment.
M= Motivation (What are their turn ons?)
Doctor has many. You in short dress, someone flirting with you (especially if you get this person off in more emotional way than usual) or when you are turned on. He immediately knows when you need him. Your body betray you when it comes to Hannibal. When you try to tease him. Lecter has way better self control than you but he would never omit occasion to punish you. 
N= No/Not fond of (What are their turn offs?)
Another person, he is really possessive when it comes to intimacy. Also, anything he considers gross.
O=Oral (Do they prefer to give or receive orally? How skilled are they?)
He is VERY well skilled giver. This man loves to eat you out so many times that you can’t  barely stand up after. Hannibal could never reject your offer to pleasure him. Especially if you do it when he sits on his office hair. Lecter melts. But he just love eat you. (Hopefully only in this way)
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Really irregular, he loves teasing you so he can go from rough to painfully slow. Sessions are never shorter than 30 minutes. He can be rough, but that doesn’t happen often. 
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Hannibal doesn’t really like it. When he wants to pleasure you, as I said Lecter takes his time. 
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He loves to risks and experiment. Be ready for everything (that doesn’t include other people). Sex in Jack's office seems pretty risky. God, better if he doesn’t have cameras there.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Hannibal has great stamina. As I said sessions are always longer than 30 minutes, and be ready for two minimum. His best was four but two or three are most of the times more than satisfying.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He doesn’t really use them. You two experimented with many of them on you (him also) but none of them are as satisfying as Lecter himself and you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Master of teasing. If you two sit next to each other in some kind of dinner be ready for his hand on your body. If he is in the mood, BE READY FOR MORE. Lecter can deny you orgasm many times just to make you beg him. 
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Hannibal isn’t scared to be vocal.  
Most of the times talks much. He is good in dirty talk but god… his moans are something more. 
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He did fantasize about you and Will few times
Hannibal never admit it, but he never really fell loved until you and he ACCUALY NEEDS IT
You could use strap on, thats also one of his deepest hidden secrets, he liked it
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
A bit longer than average, but this man is skilled in anyway he can. 
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Really high. You two never miss a day when you two are near. But thats always something more than just fucking.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He doesn’t, as I said he is more inspired than sleepy. But if you ask Hannibal he can cuddle with you until you fall asleep. He either watches you or draws.
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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 9 months
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ALRIGHT ALRIGHT FOLKS, SINCE I’M INSANE MY REACTION WILL BE SPLIT INTO FOUR PARTS FOR READING CONVENIENCE FOR Y’ALL BUT I AM GONNA WATCH IT IN ONE SITTING I AM FULL OF FEAR BUT LETS GET STARTED
PT 1 OF THIS NONENSE “THE EMPERORS WRATH”  THAT IS INSTANTLY CONCERNING
OH WAIT THAT’S THE NAME OF THE FULL SPECIAL THIS IS “A LIFETIME OF MISTAKES” I’M BEING KILLED
OKAY LETS SEE WHAT THESE LUNATICS ARE UP TO
MONKIE KID THEME SONG MY BELOVED
OH I’M EXCITED
FEAR 
OMINOUS MUSIC AND REALITY ITSELF SEEMING TO BE TEARING APART AS AZURE TRIES TO STITCH IT BACK TOGETHER? HORRIFYING
HE LOOKS LIKE HE’S HAVING SOME TROUBLE THERE
YELLOW-TUSK LOOKING TIRED AND CONCERNED
WHAT ARE YOU DOING OLD MAN
I confess I did watch the first like ten seconds yesterday which was funny cause Yellow-tusk showed up and my brain completely ignored Azure to go “ A GRANDPA :D” 
SCREAMS
ITS THE CREW
MY BELOVEDS
I WANNA KNOW WHAT YELLOW-TUSK THINKS OF ALL THIS
AND IF AZURE’S REMAINING BROS ARE GONNA TRUN ON HIM
“AT LEAST ITS PRETY” MEI ILY
“yeah if ya ignore the strong end of the world vibes” Pigsy,  you ave my entire soul, i love you I LOVE TIHS MAN
THE PIG MAN IS RIGHT
I love how like, killing the Jade emperor apparently means you get to take his place, like dang alright, the Santa Clause movies vibes, all you gotta do is push Azure off a roof-
and exactly no one will understand that reference but i swear i’m funny guys i promise-
Azure @ the Jade Emperor: ALL YOU DO IS SIT AROUND ALL DAY AND MOOCH OFF OTHER PEOPLES SUFFERING Azure, after sitting in the Jade Emperors seat: oh shoot hol up this is so much harder than i thought I’d be breathing is hard-
That’s hilariousGH;LASF
NEZHAAAAA BLESS FOR BANDAGING THIS DUDE UP HE NEEDED THAT HE’S NOT DOING SO HOT BUT GODSPEED YOU REALLY FOUGHT FOR THIS STUFF YOUNG MAN
MONK
I LOVE HOW EVERYONE IS CALLING TANG MONK THIS SEASON DESPITE THE FACT HE’S NOT REALLY ACTUALLY A MONK RN HGL;F;JAOWIEFJSDF (or is he...?)
wait  wait
before they turn around he’s asking about the scroll
are they like, putting bandaids and bandages on the scroll pls it’d be so funny-
YUP
YUP AWFUL TAPE JOB
WELL DONE
ILY TANG
THERE AINT’ NOTHING A BIT OF TAPE CAN’T FIX (they can’t say duct tape for legal reasons- /j /j /j)
NEZA UDNERSTANDABLY OUTRAGEDHGL;SDKFJ
NEZHA FEELS LIKE HE’S THE ONE GUY WITH A BRAINCELL HERE AND HE’S RIGHT
MK
I MISSED YOU SM
LOOK HOW FLOOFY HIS HAIR IS
BLESS YOU MONKIE KID ARTISTS
MEI
WHEEZINGNS;DLFMSDF
MK PAYING V CLOSE ATTENTION TO WHAT SHE’S SAYING BUT NO IDEA WHAT SHE’S TALKING ABOUT
SHE CAN’T EVEN FINISH THE SENTENCE PLS HGLSDJFD
HER FACE
WHOEVER DREW THAT EXPRESSION I’M SHAKING YOUR HAND
I
I’M
I’M WORRIED NOW
HECK I’M WORRIED NOW
ITS MONKEY KING HE’S FINE THAT GUY IS INDESTRUCTABLE
IS HE THO??????
I SURE HOPE HE IS BUT THE MUSIC THAT WAS PLAYING ALONGSIDE WHEN HE SAID THAT MAKES ME SO SO VERY CONCERNED
WOW I’M WATCHING THE SPECIAL THAT JUST HIT ME
HOLY CRAP THE SPECIAL IS OUT
HOLY CRAP I HAVE IT
OH MY GODS I’M INSANE
this season is my fave for how they draw these guys they are just so shaped and so wonderful
MAGICAL TAPE
HELPGLSKMFSD
NEXHA LOOKS READY TO FIGHTOHHMYGODS MACAQUE
RIGHT
HE’S HERE
OH HE’S STILL HERE LETS FREAKING GO
I DONT’ KNOW WHY I WASN’T EXPECTING HIM TO BE THERE MY YOUNGER BROTHER IS GONNA BE SO EXCITED HE LOVES MACAQUE I CAN’T WAIT TO TELL HIM HE’S MAKING AN APPERANCE THIS SPECIAL  LETS GOOOOO
MACAQUE’S FACE
IS SO PUNCHABLE
WHATCHA THINKING ABOUT THERE MONKEY
ABANDONMENT?
its nice he doesn’t come out and tell Mk he’s wrong tho y’know? THAT’S WHAT WE CALL   G R O W T H !
NEZHA IN
SCREAMS
MACAQUES COMING??? FR??
OH MY BROS GONNA LOSE HIS MIND WE GET MACAQUE
.
I can’t believe Macaque is actually making sense, who are you and what have you done with the monkey- /j /j /j JOKING
HE MAKES A GOOD POINT! I LOVE HOW HE BELIEVES HE’S ENOUGH TO POSSIBLY TRIGGER WUKONG’S MEMORY LOVE THAT
Ngl it’d be super funny if like, macaque being there didn’t help at all it’d be so funny, but i’m rooting for it does help but also if Wukong has to like, relive a bunch of stuff in order to remember OH BOY LETS SEE HOW THIS GOES
HELPGN;LKMSD
MOOD
I’M MK
THO MAC BOI I DON’T KNOW IF YOU’RE MUCH BETTER BUT WE’LL SEE
BIASED PERSPECTIVE CAN WARP EVENTS THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED QUITE A BIT AS TIME PASSES SO GL WITH THAT I’M VERY INTERESTED TO SEE IF HE REMEMBERS THINGS RIGHT OR IF WUKONG REMEMBERS THEM RIGHT OR IF WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED IS LOST TO TIME  WE’LL SEE HOW THIS GOES
“Your criticism is harsh but fair, ALRIGHT-“ MACAQUE’S FACE IN THAT SHOT PLEASE WHO DREW HIM THERE I’M CRYINGL;SDMKFDS
LEGOOO THEY’RE USING THAT SO MUCH THIS SEASON I NEED TO MAKE A COMPILATION MY GODS
Tang’s got some confidence with his powers now that’s great!!
So…
Wait is it just Mk and Macaque?
HOL UP IS IT JUST THEM GOING??
OH MAN
OPH MAN WAIT
OH MAN WAIT THIS IS FIRE ITS MK AND MACAQUE
WHAT A CHOICE
OKAY
OKAY YEAH
HERE WE GO
CANT’ TAKE TANG HE’S GOTTA BE THERE TO GET THEM OUT OF IT
OHHH I’M SO NORMAL
OHJ MY GODS THEY’RE GONNA RESCUE WUKONG I’M GONNA CRY
hello transitions for AMV’s <3
SNORTS
“wuuukoong, what have you done-“ WDYM HE’S TRAPPED IN A SCROLL CHILLAX BRO
o
oh ;-;
t
tearing his way through-
HOL UP IS THAT GONNA HAVE DETRIMENTAL EFFECTS ON HIS MEMORY???
IS HE TEARING THROUGH HIS OWN MIND TO TTRY AND GET BACK TO MK??
SCREAMS??
OH THIS SPECIAL IS GONNA WRECK ME I’M NOT READY
Also, one again, Macaque voice actor, nothing but respect, he’s doing really well
You have got to be kidding me i’m only two minutes in I feel like this has been a whole episode already I am not mentally well HG.,SDJFSKLDF
HELPGNSDFNA;OWEMF
THE DRAMATIC
ATTEMPT AT TAKING OFF AND JUST
OOP THERE HE IS! :D
RIP MACAQUE WHEEZINGSKLMF
Actually Macaque hanging with Mk and the team and being subject to the slapstick that hits the heroes is so freaking funny, welcome to being a hero-warrior macaque, you are now the butt of the joke- HGL;KSADJF;JWEF
I will cry right hecking now
IS A MONKEYYYYY
MK’S BIG SMILE PLS
SOBS LOUDLY
HELPGJSJKF
THAT’S JUST A MEMORY
HE’S JUST A SILLY LI’LL MONKEY
IM WILL CRY RIGHT NOW
RIGHT NOW YOU’LL SEE ME SOB
HELPGN;DFM
I REALLY WISHED THEY’D USED MAGIC TAPE THAT’S SO SILLY
CHOKES
“I’ll know the real wukong when we find him” OH YEAH MACAQUE? WILL YOU? KNOW HIM THAT WELL DO YOU?? Again what an interesting choice to make them so close
very funny Macaque, you look like you smell worse I’M JOKING I’M JOKING- HGKL;SADJF;AWHEFM
i GASPED
I ACTUALLY GASPED
FIRST PROCESSING HOW EXICTED WUKONG WAS TO SEE HIS MONKEYS AND THEN
BAM
MONKEY SO EXCITED TO SEE WUKONG ONL FOR HIM TO DISSAPEAR
ITS
HECK ITS ONE OF THE MONKEYS I’M GONNA CRY
CHOKES
HELPGNSLFMSD
MACAQUE’S FACE
I’M GONNA CRY AGAIN HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A MONKEY SO EXCITED TO SEE SOMEBODY
MONKEY KNOWS AND LIKES MACAQUE THAT’S SO SILLY
MAN
YUP
WELCOME TO SLAPSTICK MACAQUE
I’M SO SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS
MK’S ARM SUDDENLY TEN FEET LONG I’M DYINGNSDL;KMSD
YEAAAHHH RIGHT INTO THE SMASH
HELPNMSLDKMSDF
MACAQUE TRYING TO BE FUNNY
ABSOLUTELY DEADPAN THIS WHOLE TIME
I’M SO INTERESTED IN HOW THIS’LL TURN OUT HECK
Wow thanks for catching him Macaque- HGL;KZSJFL;ASF
…looks at who drew the jump through the cracked yellow light
ily
aNOTHER MONKEY
PROBABLY EXCTIED TO SEE MACAQUE TOO
BARRELS WORTH
HELPGKLMSD;OFEWF
.heck
that
that hurts for some reason heck
“dont you like it :D?”
OH BOY
HE’S SO CUTE
YEAH
REALLY GOTTA READ THE BOOK
I LOVE HOW MUCH THEY’RE SAYING THIS HELP
(Crew’s not so subtle wink wink nudge nudge at the fandom READ THE BOOK (joking joking)) (but no seriously read the book its a banger)
ITS MACAQUE
MAN THE ALMOST SHRILL SOUNDING MONKEY KING
MACAAAQUE! DOIN OKAY BUD? :D
MK MAKING FUN OF HIM HELPGMLSDFLKM
THE MONKEYS HELPGNSDF;AFE
MONKEY KING PLEASEJGLDF
THIS IS KILLLING ME Y’ALL
HE’S SO
HYPER
I LOVE HIM
NOOHOHOOOO maybe a little
THE CREW REALLY HAD A  BLAST ANIMATING THE SILLY LITTLE GUY
heck dude “thats not the point! its so we can never worry about anything or anyone every again!!”
THEY’RE SO SILLY
THEY WERE SO SILLY
.
yeah that’s fair
Okayyyy
OKAYYYYYY
NOT BAD
STILL MACAQUE’S OPINION THO WHICH I DON’T FULLY TRUST STILL
ITS SO HAAARDDDD
CAUSE MACAQUE LIKES TO SAY EXACTLY WHAT WUKONG WAS THINKING IN FEELING BUT HE DOESNT’ ACTUALLY KNOW SO HE MAKES HIM OUT TO BE THIS HYPER AWARE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HE WANTS LEAVES HIS FRIENDS BEHIND GUY, WHILE AZURE MAKES HIM OUT TO BE THIS LITTLE GUY WHO’S COOL AND WOULD MAKE A GREAT LEADER BUT DOESN’T KNOW WHAT HE WNATS OR WHAT HE’S DOING AND NEEDS GUIDENCE SO WHICH IS THE REAL MONKEY KING HUH? MY BET IS NEITHER OF THEM REALLY KNOW
Rn tho I’m definitely leaning towards what Macaque’s describing because ITS NOT INFANTILIZING HIM SO I’LL TAKE IT
HOLYU CRAP IS THAT HTE MOUNTAIN
HOLY CRAP IS THAT THE MOUNTAIN
THEY SHOWED THE MOUNTAIN?/???
THEY’RE SHOWING THE MOUNTAIN???
HOLY CRAP??
MACAQUE CAME  TO VISIT HIM IN THE MOUNTAIN???
HOLY CRAP???
Small beef here, but the whole point of Wukong’s punishment was so that he could see the world move on without him like, the worst case of FOMO (fear of missing out) you ever done experienced, watching stars die and new ones be born and landscapes change and people pass and not being able to be a part of that. Being totally underground kinda defeats the purpose of that bUT THAT’S SUCH A NITPICK FOR ME TO MAKE BUT I ALWAYS DO WHENEVER THERE’S A VERSION WHERE HE CAN’T SEE THE SKY OR TIME PASSING- DANG WHATS WITH THE CHAINS I’MGBSDLFKMD
man its how angry
HOLY
WOW
HE’S SO BITTER
THIS IS AMAZING
THIS
YES
OKAY
YES, WUKONG BEING THIS BITTER? YES ABSOLUTELY, HE’S IN TIME OUT AND HE’S ANGRY  ABOUT IT
AND OFC YOU TAKE IT OUT ON THE ONE PERSON WHO ACTUALLY COMES AND CHECKS ON YOU BECAUSE THEY’RE THE ONLY PERSON NEAR YOU THAT YOU CAN BLAME [BANGS FISTS ON TABLE] M A N
OKAY NOT BAD
WE VIBIN
HOLY
THAT WAS SUCH A SATISFYING EXCHANGE TO SEE ACTUALLY
OKAY FINALLY WE’RE GETTING UNBIASED NARRATION I’M GONNA CRY
OH MY GODS THIS IS SUCH A RELIEF I’M SCREAMIGNFL;KMSF
THIS SHOW IS REALLY DRAGGING ME AROUND LIKE A CHEW TOY I SWEAR
ONLY THING I WOULD HAVE ADDED WAS JUST
WUKONG DOING LIKE, A SCREAM AFTER HE LEFT Y’KNOW?
JUST REALLY LETTING OUT THAT ANGER AND BITTERNESS AND DESPERATION YEAH WOULD HAVE LOVED THAT
HECK
MAN WHAT’S WITH YOU MACAQUE
ITS SO FUNNY
BELIEVED AS IN PAST TENSE
OH FINALLY
FINALLY
OKAY MK FINALLY HAS SOMEONE WHO’S NOT TRYING TO PUSH THEIR VIEW OF WUKONG ON HIM SURE ITS SOMEONE WHO’S DONE IT LOTS IN THE PAST BUT HECK I’M ACTUALLY OKAY WITH THE FACT ITS MACAQUE Y’KNOW??
ALRIGHT FOR NOT VILLIANIZING WUKONG SO MUCH LETS GOOOOOO
I am so basic my gosh hGLK;SAJDF
Macaque’s suddenly got such quiet open narration here its heck
WOW THAT
THAT’S QUITE THE POWER THEY GAVE THE TANG MONK IN THIS
OH
OH THEY JUST HAD HIM SLAP IT RIGHT ON BEFORE HE’D EVEN GOTTEN A CHANCE TO ZOOM AROUND
.
Tbf it did look like he was lunging for the monk- HGKLSDJFJ
OH WWO THERE’S A SCREAM
YEAH OKA Y
HOLY CRAP DUDE
WELMCOME TO MONKEY KING LETS GO
MAKING THOSE GOOD LIFE CHOICES
A
ARE WE
FINALLY
GETTING
THE FOR REALSIES BACKSTORY LETS GO MK IS ALL OF US FOR FOUR SEASONS SCREAAAMS
Okay heck i gotta process some of that, path of self destruction we all were that’s great, the monkeys all there jsut as curious as mk, the shots of the jttw crew vibin, Wukong looking more and more carefree as they go AO LIE IS STILL JUST LOOKING AT WUKONG Y’ALL I THINK THAT DRAGON BRO IS ALWAYS WORRIED ABOUT HIM AND I STILL DESPERATELY WANT TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR THEM THEY’RE SO GOOD
“Every choice has consequences kid, for someone” MANS IS JUST ANGSTING OVER EVERYTHING HE CAN WE LOVE TO SEE IT
its so funny cause its like YAY GOOD STUFF!! o-orrr noooott noooooo WHEEZINGLSDFMS
THIS IS GREAT I’M ACTUALLY ENJOYUING THIS SO MUCH
HELPGMLSFMSD
MK IS US FR
MACQQUE JUST WALKING OFF
HM
CAMEL RIDGE
WE BACK
NICE
NOW WE GOT THE
OHHHH
OKAY
WE’RE USING MACAQUE AS THE
GUY FROM THE SIDELINES SEEING THE CONSEQUENCES OF EVERYONE’S ACTIONS WHILE ALL THEY SEE IS THE GOOD HE SEES THE EFFECT AROUND IT NICE NICE INTERESTING APPROACH OKAY COOL YES NICE
NICE
OH WE SAW
WE SAW HIM FOR A SEC
HANG ON GOING BACK
HECK
WHAT IS THAT THE JADE EMPEROR OVER HIM??
HECKING
HOLDING HIS HEADL IKE THAT SCREAMS THE MONKEY THE MONEKYT HE MONKEYGDFMSJ;BHGA;OIWEFB;EF
THE SNIFF
HELPGNSDLKMFSD
JUST MAKIGN SURE HE’S REAL
I WAS GONNA PROCESS MORE AZURE AND CHAT A LITTLE BIT ABOUT HOW HE’S EVEN CONVINCED HIMSELF LINE BUT HECK IT ITS’ MONKEY TIME SHUSH
AAA ITS HIM ITS HIM WHAT IS HE DOIN GIS HE JUST SITTING THERE IS HE OKAY I’MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
LOOKS LIKE HE’S RELIVING MEMORIES IN FLASHES
OH HE LOOKS SO TIRED
I’M GONNA CRY RIGHT NOW
HELPGMNSDLMF
SORRY THE FLASH BETWEEN HIM AND MK IS JUST SOME GUYS RIPPED PECS I’M WHEEZINGNSDLKF;MWOEF
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actually that hair- I think that might be azure’s ripped pecs- \DOESN’T MATTTER MOVING ON
HE SOUNDS SO TIRED
MACAQUE STANDING THERE WITH THE MONKEYS, WUKONGS MONKEYS, MACAQUE WITH WUKONGS MONKEYS IN THAT AREA ALL STANDING THERE WATCHING
HECK HE SOUNDS SO TIRED AND BROKEN?? VOICE ACTING?? HELLO???
HOLY CRAP DUDE
THE LITTLE GUY APPEARING IN FRONT OF MACAQUE
AND MACAQUE REACHING FOR
HECK DUDE
HE MISSES HIS FRIEND SO MUCH HUH
HE REALLY
SEEMS TO ACHE FOR THOSE TIMES WOW
NO LONGER EXIST THO
THAT SIGH
WUKONG
WHAT IS THIS
WHO DREW THESE SQUISHY GUYS
Wukong, having a moment where he’s so so tired of messing up
Mk, absolute ball of nothing but sunshine and good vibes: GOOD THING YOUR’E IMMORTAN THEN HUH :D LESSGOOOO
I DON’T THINK HE REALIZED MACAQUE WAS ACTUALLY THERE TILL HE CAME AND STOOD BEHIND MK
HECKING
WE JUST NEED TO LEAVE THINGS A LITTLE BETTER THAN WE FOUND THEM YEAH
WORDS I LIVE BY GENUINELY
MK’S FACE
WHEN HE SAYS HE’S NOT READY TO NOT HAVE A MENTOR
SOBS LOUDLY
STAFF BACK
SOBS THE
I’M SORRY I SCREAMED
THE LOOK AT MK
AND THEN THE LOOK AT MACAQUE
BECAUSE HERE’S SOMEONE WHO HAS FAITH IN HIM FOR THE FUTURE AND SOMEONE FROM HIS PRESENT WHO BELIEVES IN HIM AND WANTS HIM THERE, AND THEN THERE’S SOMEONE FROM HIS PAST AND HECK DUDE IF ANYONE REALLY KNOWS HE CAN DO BETTER IT’D BE SOMEONE FROM THEN RIGHT? SOMEONE WHO’S SEEN EVERY MESS UP HE’S EVER DONE BUT STILL CAME?? EVEN AFTER TRYING TO KILL HIM?? KILL EACH OTHER?? SURE?? AND THE
HECK THE SMILE???
THE
HECK IT WAS LIKE HE WAS JUST LOOKING FOR SOEM KIND OF REASSURANCE AND DESPITE RELIVING A LOT OF HIS OWN TRUAMA AND HURT MACAQUE STILL PUSHES THAT ASIDE JUST A BIT SO HE CAN GIVE HIM A SMILE CAUSE HEY, THEY ARENT’ PERFECT OR EVEN IN A GOOD SPOT, BUT ITS BETTER THAN BEFORE AND HE KNOWS HE NEEDS THAT LITTLE EXTRA SUPPOT AND REASSURENCE I DON’T KNOW MAN I’M JUST YELLING WORDS RN I’M HAVING A MOMENT
THE SMILE BACK
HE’S BACK BABBYYYYYYYYYYY
THE BREATH
OKAY
WE FINE WE FINE WE FINE I’M FINE I’M GONNA CRY OH MY GODS WHAT AN EPISODE THAT WAS EVERYHTING I WANTED OKAY I’M SO GLAD HECKINGSDFL;AWOF STILL NITPICKING TINY THINGS BUT ALL TOGETHER THAT WAS GORGEOUS
I’M STILL LIKE, HAVING MACAQUE AS BEING SO CLOSE TO MONKEY KING IS STILL KINDA NEW FOR ME EVEN THO ITS BEEN YEARS BTU THIS IS STILL THE ONLY VERSION IV’E SEEN WHERE MAC PLAYS SUCH A BIG ROLE, BTU THEY HANDLED IT PRETTY WELL THE HIM SHOWING UP UNDER THE MOUNTAIN TO BRING HIM FRUIT AND WUKONG JUST ABSOLUTELY HECK DUDE THAT WAS
THAT WAS AWESOME
NICELY DONE
MAN
I just spent like half an hour talking about this ep to two different sibs and hecking i’m insane MY ENTIRE SOUL IS DEVESTATED, THE VOICE ACTING IN THIS EPISODE IS INSANE
MAN OKAY INTERESTING THAT THEY LIKE
PUT AZURE IN THERE KAY CAUSE
ITS BASICALLY BIG OLDER DUDE SAW YOUNGER DUDE THAT PEOPLE LIKED AND WHO’S FAMILY WAS DEDICATED TO THEM BECASUE THEY WERE STRONG AND A PROTECTOR AND WANTED MORE THAN ANYTHING TO PROTECT THEIR FAMILY AND AZURE SAW THAT AND WENT “i can use this” AND PUSHED HIM INTO SOME STUFF WHICH IS INTERESTING BUT WORKS SO WELL WITH THE DIRECTION THEY CHOSE TO TAKE THIS I’M INSANE
OKAYOKAY I GOTTA GET WATCHING THE OTHER EPS IF I WANNA FINISH THIS ALL TODAY WISH ME LUCK THIS EPISODE WILL BRAINROT ME FOREVER
KNOX OUT
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Best Worst Mistake
Tang comes back from a college trip to discover his partner adopted a kid in his absence and also needs him to care for the kid the next day.
Only problem is that Tang has no idea what to do with him.
Psst-- this fic was inspired by @ChopshopT 's fan art on Twitter, so go give that some love <3
If you like this you may enjoy my Dadsy of Two au!
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“Oh my great sage– you did not–”
“I-i didn’t mean to-! H-he just kinda– you know– showed up!”
“You don’t accidentally adopt a kid Pigsy!”
“It was late at night! Practically closing hours! I had to make sure no creep ran off with ‘im.”
“Okay, but keeping him?! This is– this is crazy! You said you never wanted kids!”
“I know, I know– not exactly like it was an option before– but–” Pigsy sighed.
“Look… I know it’s sudden– I know we’ve talked about it– but… you know I can’t turn him into the police– it’ll ruin us both,” Pigsy looked his shaggy haired partner in the eyes.
Tang sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, lifting his glasses as he did.
“How old is he?” He asked.
Pigsy sighed. “I don’t know– I just know that he was practically starving when I found him– not to mention naked and caked in dirt.”
If it weren’t for the sleeping child in the booth, Tang would’ve exclaimed, “he was naked???? Why didn’t you call the authorities???? What about his parents??? Did you even look around???” but he refrained.
“Does he have a name? Parents? Anything???” Tang asked instead.
Pigsy shook his head. “I stayed open a whole two hours more seeing if any’d walk by, but it’s been a week now, and I’ve had to basically close the restaurant to make sure he doesn’t get into anything– which you already know we can’t really afford– but I did– and nobody walked by.”
“A guy leaves for one week for a campus excursion to Shaolin Temple, and everything changes,” Tang laughed in an attempt to release his nerves.
“Y-yeah, I know this ain’t exactly ideal– I just–” Pigsy looked at the kid. “I didn’t know what to do without you here,” The chef confessed, and Tang kissed his cheek, but Pigsy turned and held his hands.
“So… whatever you thinks right– we’ll do it. Anything– leaving him on a doorstep, turning him into the police– anything. It’s your call,” Pigsy looked the scholar straight in the eyes.
“Woah– I-i don’t know– I-i just– I mean I know what’s legal and this– uh– isn’t– but–” Tang looked again at the kid snoozing away, and for the first time Tang noticed he was using Pigsy’s chef’s shirt as a blanket and stars above if it wasn’t the cutest fucking thing Tang had ever seen ever–
“Does he… like you?” Tang asked.
“Well– I uh– I think so..? I dunno, he doesn’t talk much, though he draws things sometimes– and he’s actually kinda good for a kid his age– and he listens to me when I explain things and he seems to really like living in our place– though I guess he’ll need a bed of his own with you back– I just– I don’t know,” Pigsy blushed and looked away. “I’m asking you though because I know you said you didn’t want kids ever either, so…”
Right.
“I…” Tang pulled on his scarf. “I kinda lied– I’m sorry– I know I shouldn’t have, but when you were talking about your dad and stuff and how you thought you’d make a bad father I was just like ‘oh yeah totally I get that, no kids, I’d never want any either, haha’ and you know– being gay doesn’t help, and if that wasn’t enough, being a human/demon couple means adoption would be off the table even if we weren’t gay and so i just kinda accepted it because I knew it just wouldn’t be possible– but as a kid I thought it’d be nice to have kids because I do like them– but also as I’ve gotten older I’ve gotten like– really bad with them, and I like– don’t know how to interact with them or do with them but i mean–” Tang took a deep breath.
“I’m okay if you’re okay.”
“Wow– that’s… a lot to process, but… if you’re sure..?” Pigsy still looked at him for confirmation.
Tang nodded. “I am.”
A smile slowly grew on the chef’s face. “O-okay then! W-we– we have a kid then!”
“We have a kid then,” Tang laughed. Upon realizing how crazy he sounded, he started to ramble.
“We have a kid, Pigsy-! Oh stars above, what do you even do with those little things??? you feed them, teach them– Maybe I can pick up some books from the library– what about vaccines? We have no way of knowing his records– we don’t even know his birthday!” He shook Pigsy’s shoulders.
“Hm…” Pigsy tapped his chin, then shrugged. “Maybe we can just say it was a week ago when I found him– and he looks about two, don’t he?”
“I know nothing about kids, Pigsy– and neither do you but–” Tang sighed. “If we don’t want him nabbed overseas, this is probably what's best– and who knows, maybe he can find his real parents one day.”
“Yeah, that– uh– makes sense,” Pigsy nodded with slight hesitation.
“So… where’s he gonna sleep?” Tang then asked.
Pigsy thought for a moment. “Well I don’t think we can afford a bed for him yet– or even a mattress- and he is kind of accustomed to our bed so..?”
“...You like cuddling with him, don’t you?”
“Our heating sucks! I couldn’t leave ‘im on the couch– that’s not safe– and yeah, maybe missed cuddlin’ with you– it was a whole week Tang! A week!” Pigsy defended his honor.
Tang burst into laughter. “You looooove me.”
“Shut up,” Pigsy’s face was a deep shade of red as he playfully pushed his partner away.
“Aw, it’s okay Piggy, I missed you too,” Tang kissed his forehead.
“Yeah, yeah,” Pigsy waved him off, his face still red as he went and scooped up the kid, who wasn’t disturbed the slightest by the transfer.
He looked so little and scrawny in Pigsy’s arms– fragile too.
How on earth a kid that small could just wander around Megapolis all covered in dirt and mud– it didn’t make even the slightest bit of sense to Tang. He especially wondered how anyone would let him– whoever this kid’s parents were, he wasn’t sure the kid should ever meet them, even if the opportunity arises.
As he looked at him more, the more Tang realized Pigsy was a total natural– swaying ever so slightly and supporting all the right things to keep him comfortable and upright. Tang watched for a moment, just kind of smiling like an idiot before Pigsy realized he was staring and his face flushed.
“W-what?” He asked, shifting the kid.
“Oh, nothing,” Tang waved him off, grabbing his suitcase while being unable to stop smiling. “Does the kid have a name?”
Pigsy shrugged. “When I gave him crayons, he wrote ‘MK’ so–? I dunno, we’ll have to figure that out later.”
“I don’t know– I kinda like MK– I think it suits him,” Tang looked at the kid.
“I kinda think so too– it’s just that that’s not long enough to legally count, so… I’ll work something out– I know a guy in fake IDs, we’ll see,” Pigsy shrugged. “Could you get the alarm?”
Tang obliged, doing the closing duties for Pigsy when MK suddenly started to stir in Pigsy’s arms.
“Hey there sleepyhead,” Pigsy chuckled softly. “How’re you?”
The kid blinked and rubbed his eyes, before noticing Tang and gasping, quickly burying his head into Pigsy’s chest.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. That’s just Tang, remember? I talked about him a lot. He’s my partner, he’s gonna be living with us,” Pigsy rubbed the kids back.
Slowly but surely the kid turned his head back towards Tang, looking at him with big, dark brown eyes.
“Um… Hi, MK,” Tang waved awkwardly.
After a moment of intense study, the kid let one of his hands release Pigsy’s shirt and he waved to Tang with a smile.
Tang let out a surprised laugh and waved right back again.
“Looks like he likes you already,” Pigsy chuckled. “Usually he doesn’t even look at strangers.”
“Well that’s a relief,” Tang said. “Let’s get going to bed though– I’m exhausted from all the train rides.”
“Alright, let’s go,” Pigsy agreed, and after Tang turned off all the lights, the three of them headed up the stairs and into their apartment above the restaurant in all its one-bedroom glory.
Once upstairs, Tang got changed into his usual robe and silk pajamas, and Pigsy into his usual tank top and pajama bottoms– though Tang nearly lost it when he saw how Pigsy dressed MK for bed– literally just one of his old tank tops and wearing his socks– which were easily about three times too big.
“One of these days we’re gonna need actual money,” Tang joked as Pigsy put MK down on the bed. “He probably should have some real pajamas.”
“What? You don’t think it’s cute?” Pigsy half-joked.
“I never said that,” Tang rolled his eyes, taking off his glasses and setting them on his nightstand.
Just as he was going to turn his lamp off, MK started making noises, and pulling on Tang’s sleeve urgently.
“Yes, MK?” Tang asked.
“Oh– he– umm– is thinking you’ll sing to him,” Pigsy explained.
Tang gasped. “You sing to him?”
Pigsy blushed even deeper than before. “I– um– just a little– lullabies and all that when he wakes.”
“That’s the cutest thing I have ever heard,” Tang fawned at the blurry blob that was Pigsy. He then looked at MK– who was a little bit clearer. “I’m– uh– sorry, I can’t sing like Pigsy can. Go ask him.” He didn’t know if that was enough and so patted the kids head lightly twice before wanting to die of embarrassment.
The kid didn’t seem to care, as he just turned to look at Pigsy, who looked at Tang, his face still red as ever.
“You can’t laugh at me Tang.”
Tang let out an offended gasp. “Why would I ever laugh at you?”
“Because it feels stupid– I–” Pigsy sighed. “Just– pretend to sleep.”
“Alright, if it helps,” Tang teased him a little before turning the light off and laying down to ‘sleep’.
He was turned away on his side when Pigsy began humming a little tune for MK– the Eastern Cradle Song, if Tang remembered. It was incredibly soothing, and the kid was knocked out like a light in a matter of moments.
It reminded him how much he missed Pigsy’s singing– he hadn’t sang since– forever.
When it was finished, Pigsy layed down, cuddling with MK on the outside, so Tang rolled over and wrapped his arms around Pigsy.
“You sing like an angel,” He mumbled, pressing a tired kiss against his shoulders.
Pigsy laughed a little and cozied to his partner’s embrace, and the new family of three fell asleep.
.o0o.
Pigsy’s alarm had a terrible, terrible habit of going off when Tang didn’t want it to. Every morning, Pigsy blindly fumbled for the button, disturbing his most peaceful of slumber, until his precious, precious warmth was stolen from Tang.
“Pigggyyyyyy,” Tang pleaded with his lover when he could already shift to get up, even though he only hit the alarm five seconds ago.
“Tang, I gotta open shop– you know this. I know this,” Pigsy kissed his head.
“But it's so coooold without youuuuu,” Tang begged some more. If Tang was bothering to open his eyes (and also wasn’t blind as a bat without his glasses), he bet he’d be seeing Pigsy rolling his eyes.
“Pigsy sighed and hugged Tang, which the scholar mistook as a sign he had won and snuggled right back to him.
However this was not the case, as Pigsy kissed his head again and said, “Look, it’s gonna be my first time opening in a week– we need the money and you gotta study for finals so– can you watch the kid for me?”
Kid? What kid?
Tang opened his eyes, blinking at the sunlight before recognizing the blob on the other side of Pigsy and instantly recalling the previous day’s ventures.
“I-i– yeah, I guess that can be done,” Tang forced himself to sit up and stretch before he put on his glasses so he could finally see how relieved and thankful Pigsy looked.
“Great– so I’ll make a quick breakfast for you two, and then I’ll head on down to open,” Pigsy ruffled MK’s hair before getting up and getting dressed.
“Wait– you’re gonna head down? You’re–” Tang gasped dramatically– “You’re banishing me to this apartment?!”
“Tang– he’s just– This is a contained space. The public ain’t. And we need money, and besides, whenever you ‘study’ down there, all you do is give me googly eyes,” Pigsy pointed out, buttoning his chef’s shirt.
“Bah, you love my googly eyes,” Tang stated.
“Kid needs to be watched either way, Tang,” Pigsy snarked.
Tang looked at the kid, who to his surprise was looking right at him.
Tang gave a small wave and the kid waved back.
“Does he even talk?” Tang asked.
“Not much– yet,” Pigsy said, locating his socks and shoes and getting on the bed to put them on, to which MK got up and wrapped his arms around Pigsy’s neck, which made the demon laugh.
“He is a clinger though– hence why I don’t think it’s best to have him downstairs,” Pigsy patted MK’s arm with an affectionate smile.
“‘I don’t want kids’ my ass,” Tang thought with a tsk.
“Alright, alright, I hear you,” Tang said aloud before he cracked his back and started getting dressed while Pigsy went to make the three of them breakfast, MK still attached.
Once dressed and his hair thoroughly brushed and combed, Tang emerged from the bedroom to the wondrous sight of Pigsy’s rice noodles. If there was one thing Tang missed on his little excursion, it was his beloved Piggy’s cooking– not to mention free food.
Of course, Tang wasn’t “allowed” free food during business hours, but Tang “somehow” managed most days– and maybe he’d stop by for lunch or dinner because if there was one other thing Tang missed, it was his teasing.
Tang picked up his chopsticks and the moment noodles hit his tongue, he practically melted into goo.
“Pigsy, your food is soooooooo good,” He exalted.
“Wow, you really think so? Maybe I should be a chef,” Pigsy grinned, but Tang was too in heaven to give any kind of retort.
“Alright, well it’s roughly–” Pigsy looked at the clock and jumped, “ – 8:15, so I gotta get going.”
The chef then tried to get MK off of him, but once the small child realized what he was doing, he seemed to gain a death grip that Pigsy attempted and failed to loosen until Tang got involved and practically peeled him off of Pigsy’s back.
Naturally, this made MK start crying.
“Hey, hey, hey– I’ll be back I promise, I just gotta work and make money so we can get you real clothes more than the two outfits I found in a donation bin, alright?” Pigsy tried to assure MK in Tang’s arms, but from a distance so the kid didn’t try to latch on again. It didn’t really work, and Pigsy chewed his lip frantically as he tried to think.
Eventually he came up with an idea and hung his head a little.
“What? What’s the matter?” Tang asked, attempting to bounce MK but failing pretty miserably.
“Pretend you’re not listening,” Pigsy ordered, and Tang realized he was going to sing again.
“Do my sleepy words mean nothing to you?” Tang sighed dramatically before Pigsy gave him a look and so Tang obeyed, looking away (because his hands were full– what exactly Pigsy expected, Tang didn’t know but he was fine with it so whatever).
He then started singing the Song of the Sunshine, which he’d clearly sung with MK before because of just how strong and positive his reaction was. Most importantly, it got him to stop crying, and after a brief hug and a passing of tissue, the tears stopped entirely.
Pigsy was about to head out, though right as he touched the doorknob, he snapped and turned back to Tang.
“I have a library book on the coffee table about kids his age you can read when he’s napping and/or you finish studying– oh by the way, he naps around one and usually sleeps for an hour but after that he’s hungry but lunch is before nap time at noon, so just give him some of the peach snacks I have in the cupboard– he really likes those– and if there’s an emergency you can just call– oh and also I’ll make lunch and dinner downstairs too, so don’t forget,” Pigsy listed off.
“Wow, you’re really treating us,” Tang smiled smugly.
“Consider it wages for babysitting or whatever,” Pigsy pushed him jokingly, before looking at MK who was looking at him with big puppy dog eyes.
With a sigh, Pigsy hugged both Tang and MK, giving the former a kiss on the cheek, and MK a ruffling of his hair.
“I’ll see you soon, alright?” He looked at MK. MK looked up at Tang, then at Pigsy, then at Tang again before nodding.
“Alright. See you soon,” Pigsy patted the kids back before he really had to go, and so scrambled down the stairs.
And then it was just the two of them.
Tang’s first move was setting the kid down– since his pathetic nerdy noodle arms were not meant for carrying a (maybe???) two-year-old for long lengths. When he did the kid looked up at him vacantly, making Tang wonder if there was even a thought behind those eyes.
“So…” Tang looked around the apartment, bouncing on his heels and snapping while he tried to think of something to do. The kid certainly wasn’t any help, as he just continued to stare.
“Guess we should get you dressed then, no?” Tang decided, going into their bedroom and finding the two outfits Pigsy mentioned. MK was the one clearly calling the shots there though, selecting the blue shirt and overalls with a monkey on the pocket. Tang was glad it didn’t turn into a whole thing like he knew kids could do. Though there was a bit where it seemed like MK was going to bite his hand off when Tang tried to take his bandana, so he steered very clear of that.
After that though another big question mark hung in the air. Objectively, Tang knew he had to study, but also it didn’t seem like there was much to do with the kid in the meantime.
“Well… um… soooo… do you… like..?” Tang looked around for something– anything a kid would like, but their TV was basically useless, the books were a billion years more advanced than MK could possibly hope to understand, the boxes were too small, and they didn’t have toys– not by a long shot.
MK did seem to have a thought though, as he walked out of the bedroom and towards a countertop where a stack of legal papers were and–
Oh! Pigsy had a box of crayons.
“You want to color?” Tang asked. MK nodded and reached up enthusiastically. Tang grabbed a solid stack of the legal documents, grabbed the crayons and set them on the coffee table so the kid could actually draw on a hard surface.
To his surprise, the kid got to work straight away, and while Tang had literally no point of comparison, he seemed to be pretty good for a kid his age– whatever that was.
Tang left briefly to grab his laptop and books he needed, and when he returned the kid ran up and showed him his work. From what Tang could tell it looked like some trees, though they could’ve been giraffes, the sun in the corner, and right in the middle was a big brown swirl and a waterfall? Unless that was supposed to be the sky, and that swirl was a snake?
“Nice, MK,” Tang would’ve given a thumbs up but his arms were full. He carried his things past the toddler, who kept trying to show him the art.
“Yes, yes, MK it’s very nice, I love the trees– er– sky? –er– the sun especially,” Tang wasn’t sure what the right answer was, especially as MK had a little frown with each attempt, though seemed satisfied at the “sun” compliment and went back to his crayons.
…Tang didn’t understand kids.
But it was fine, this was fine. He had… time. Forced time, but this was just day one– he was crazy– was he seriously thinking a toddler was judging him??? Maybe Tang ought to see a therapist.
Tang took a deep breath to force himself to relax before he cracked open his book and laptop and started “studying” for his economics final.
Pigsy had always believed in Tang and his ability to be smart and know things, but really, Tang was a fraud who was just trying to delay the inevitable that when he finally got his PHD he wouldn’t find a job and would remain a financial burden to Pigsy– and now MK– till the end of his days, and he’d just be a burden like his parents always believed.
With a grumble, he started reading.
“The price, or market, system is the predominant allocation mechanism in most industrial societies today because–”
A piece of paper was slapped atop Tang’s book, making him jump.
“You– um– draw fast, don’t you MK?” Tang immediately set the paper aside, but MK huffed and put it back over his book.
“Look, how’s about you draw five drawings while I study and then you can show me then, hm?” Tang proposed, but the boy just stared vacantly.
“Right. You don’t know numbers,” Tang rubbed his forehead, before looking at the drawing.
This one was slightly more decipherable than the previous, as there was a bunch of pink scribbles roughly in the shape of Pigsy, and— what appeared to be a monkey on his shoulders? It was hard to tell, since it was red and also very crude. There was also another figure, bright yellow but it was hard to tell if that was supposed to be a sunbeam or tree or heck– even Tang. Again there was a waterfall (?) and some maybe-rocks maybe-hedgehogs???
“Is this supposed to be Pigsy?” Tang asked, pointing to the pink scribes. MK nodded.
“Aw, that’s sweet; I’m sure he’ll love it,” Tang smiled and set it down, though that made MK upset, as he picked it up and put it over his book again.
Tang groaned. “Kid, you’re really cute and all, but I need to study otherwise I will be failing everyone I know. Please just– go back to drawing?” Tang pleaded but the kid didn’t budge.
“Look– I–” Tang rolled his head back. “I don’t know what this drawing’s of. I’m sorry.”
MK took his paper back before going to the table and drawing more.
Tang sighed a breath of relief before going back to his textbook.
“–it is generally the most efficient. Yet not all exchanges take place in a market system. Many medical services–”
Tang was going to gouge his eyes out if he had to read any more of that money mumbo jumbo and so put it back in his back and swapped it out for his Taosim and Buddhism: Face to Face textbook and tried reading that for all of five seconds, before MK slapped the paper down.
The only thing that changed really was that the yellow figure was very clearly not Tang anymore and seemed to have some kind of flowers around him? Her? Them? and also adding a mountain in the background. The creature on Pigsy’s shoulder also had added detail– most importantly what looked like a bandana.
“And is that supposed to be you?” Tang pointed to the red– um… monkey? Spider? Cat?
MK nodded and smiled, jumping on the couch and pointing to the mountains and the yellow figure.
“Yes, yes, you’ve certainly improved your background work here,” Tang remarked. “But who is this person? Is that your mother or father?”
MK shook his head.
Somehow the figure not being one of his parents made it stranger– especially because MK deemed them so important he added more detail.
“Well they’re very lovely either way,” Tang patted his head and MK gave him a big toothy grin– which surprised the scholar.
“Yes, yes– well then, I’ll give this back to you so you can give it to Pigsy at lunch–” He said, handing him back the drawing– “and then I will get back to studying.”
MK was about to get off the couch when he suddenly gasped and pointed urgently to a picture in his textbook.
Tang stared at it and blinked. “That’s the Queen Mother of the West– she’s the wife to the jade emperor.”
At that MK nodded and started trying to turn pages in the book, which Tang tried to stop, but soon realized all that would do was rip the 5541.52 yuan book and so let him have his way. The kid flipped through page after page, until another picture showed up and he pointed to it eagerly.
“Oh, that’s the Bodhisattva Guanyin– she’s a figure of mercy and forgiveness and second beginnings,” Tang explained. Again MK flipped until another photo showed up and Tang realized he was curious about who all the people were.
“That’s Prince Nezha– he killed a dragon when he was young, and because of that his own father disowned him and he died–” Tang told and MK gasped.
“I-it’s okay though! He came back and got his revenge, though remains permanently twelve– I think,” Tang tried to recall before MK flipped pages again, and this time tapped it repeatedly to show his overwhelming excitement.
“Ahhh, I see you’ve taken an interest in Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, hm?” Tang chuckled and MK nodded excitedly.
“I see you have good taste, because he’s probably the most interesting figure in this whole book,” Tang joked. “He’s from a story called Journey to the West where he helps guide a monk to deliver scriptures to the Buddha and goes through personal trials until he reaches enlightenment– though not before causing some serious havoc in heaven.”
MK laughed– he laughed– and Tang felt his heart melt a little before MK started trying to get his head under his arm. Tang was confused, until he realized he wanted to sit in his lap to see the pictures better, and so Tang let him.
“See this one?” Tang pointed to a picture on the top left. “That depicts when he fought off the entire heavenly army after he was kicked out for stealing their wine, pills, and peaches.”
“And this one here–” he pointed below– “that’s when he got trapped under the Mountain of Phases after Buddha successfully tricked him.”
MK tilted his head curiously, tracing it with his finger before looking back up at Tang.
“Yes, yes, a little harsh, but he goes through worse punishments later, as before he was ready to go on the journey with the monk Tang Sanzang, he was given a circlet that would hurt him if he disobeyed,” Tang expanded, turning the page to reveal such an image, which made MK gasp and whimper.
“Yeah, it looks like it hurts a lot, doesn't it?” Tang said, examining the picture closer. It was weird– he hadn’t ever thought about the thing that closely before, but looking back, it was pretty torturous.
“It’s okay though– Monkey King always got back on his feet and got enlightenment like he always wanted, isn’t that nice?” Tang asked, and MK slowly nodded, though his lower lip trembled a bit.
“Aww, it’s okay MK,” Tang patted his shoulder, which MK took as an invitation to hug the scholar, which while it surprised him, he wasn’t against it.
“Here– how’s about I teach you about some of the happier parts of Sun Wukong’s life, hm? Like when he fought the permanent twelve-year-old Prince Nezha? Or when he had a cool shapeshifter duel with Er Lang Shen and his dog? Or– oh! What about when he fought off the Monstrous King of Havoc and freed all of the other monkeys on Flower Fruit Mountain from being eaten or enslaved?” Tang proposed, which instantly put MK in better spirits.
And so Tang started telling him tales, and MK slowly got off and started drawing the scenes Tang described, which was pretty impressive since sometimes Tang could actually see what was going on, which was nice. Plus, it was fun to see him so engaged in his stories.
It was… strange, watching this boy who had been nothing but a confusing vessel become so passionate and alive and giggly as Tang talked. Sometimes Tang actually thought he’d respond with words, but his laughs and nods were good enough for him.
Tang talked and MK colored for hours and hours and hours on end, until the landline rang to life, and Tang left MK to draw Er Lang Shen and his dog while he answered.
“Zhu residence, this is Tang.”
“TANG! Have you looked at the time??? The kid’s s’posed to be havin’ lunch by now!” Pigsy scolded on the other side.
“Oh wow– has it really been that long?” Tang laughed, seeing the clock said 12:15.
“Uh– yeah! Geez– does the kid’s schedule not even matter to you?” Pigsy griped.
“O-of course! It’s just– we were getting so caught up in drawing and The Monkey King– it really is something–”
“I thought you were supposed to be studying,” Pigsy pointed out.
“Yeaaahhh, well a little break never hurt anyone,” Tang totally glossed over the fact he never really started in the first place. There was a bit of pause before Pigsy spoke again.
“So uh– you and the kid been bonding?” Pigsy asked, his tone far less harsh now.
“I– um–” Tang looked over his shoulder at MK, who gave him a big flashy grin. “We have.”
“That’s– That’s really good, Tang, I’m glad,” His partner praised. “I thought’d take the kid weeks to warm up to you based on how he is with other strangers– this is good though.”
“And you left me up here with him alone anyways?” Tang pointed out jovially.
“I am literally just two stories down, Tang.”
“Yeah, yeah– let me do the teasing sometimes.”
Pigsy laughed on the other side. “Alright, alright– just get you and MK down here or else I’ll still charge you for your lo mein,”
“Alright, alright, I’ll get him there,” Tang rolled his eyes. “Love you, Piggy.”
“Love you too, Tangy. But seriously– get your ass down here.”
“I will. Bye.”
“Bye.”
And with that, Pigsy hung up.
“Alright MK, are you ready to see Pigsy again?” Tang hung up the phone too.
“Dadsy!” MK cheered, drawing in hand that he quickly showed Tang.
“Woah– Dad-sy?” Tang fawned over that so much did didn’t notice MK holding out the picture for him to take.
“Mhm!” MK nodded, shoving the picture in Tang’s face since he clearly wasn’t looking down enough.
The drawing wasn’t the one from earlier– no, this one was probably the clearest of any. On the right was clearly Pigsy, looking much better than his scribbled counterpart, and also very clearly holding MK, who was drawn with proper yellow and brown, with red saved for the bandana. And to the left was–
Him.
He could tell too, because the stick figure was wearing his robe and had huge messy circles around the eyes to be glasses, plus he was wearing a biiiiiiiiig old scarf. He was smiling, Pigsy was smiling, and MK was smiling too. There was also a rainbow, and a bowl of what Tang hoped were noodles and not worms, as well as MK written in the corner in big shaky letters.
“Oh MK– is this us?” Tang took it from his hands and felt himself start to tear up a little.
MK nodded excitedly.
“Dadsy an’ Tang!” He bounced on heels and flapped his hands.
Okay now Tang was definitely crying, and he quickly knelt and gave MK a hug.
“You know, I don’t meet a lot of kids, but you’re easily the coolest one out there, MK,” Tang complimented, giving him a good squeeze.
MK laughed and hugged him too.
“Now c’mon– I bet you’re starving, and I know I could certainly go for some noodles right about now,” Tang booped his nose before standing, at which MK did grabby hands upward. Tang chuckled and handed him back his drawing before picking him up.
“Alright, let’s go give your Dadsy a visit,” Tang was loving the nickname already and was more than certain Pigsy would just about die of cuteness when he heard it too– especially with how happy it made MK to hear it repeated back.
It was strange how much Tang felt he’d changed in a day, but hey, maybe that was just how parenting was–
God– it felt weird, to say it, but Tang was a parent now– Pigsy too. Of course, Tang still had a PhD to obtain, and Pigsy a restaurant to run, but together they were a team and with MK, they might even be a family.
Wow that was a lot to think.
But still, it brought as much of a smile to his face as it did anxiety, and if that wasn’t parenting, Tang didn’t know what was.
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quodekash · 7 months
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CONTINUING EPISODE 5
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sorry bro, she's into women
which is totally fair, have you SEEN women????
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she's AGGRESSIVELY trying to communicate her love of women with him
HES SO JEALOUS THIS IS HILARIOUS
(its reminding me of sound getting really angry when pat suggests that tiw might like win)
(I PHYSICALLY CANNOT STOP TALKING ABOUT THE SATANG AND PERTH SIBLINGS AGENDA, IM SORRY (im not sorry))
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IT'S SO CUTE OH MY GOSH
I LOVE
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LMAO
NICE ONE
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OML
IM WHEEZING
I THINK HE DREW HIM AS HANDSOME SQUIDWARD
THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING IVE EVER SEEN
IM DYING
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THE RESEMBLANCE IS UNCANNY
OML ITS 1 IN THE MORNING I NEED TO BE QUIET AND NOT WAKE EVERYONE UP BUT IM LAUGHING SO HARD
it's been over three minutes straight of me just laughing at this
im losing my mind
EVERY TIME I THINK IVE CALMED DOWN, I OPEN UP THE YOUTUBE TAB AGAIN, AND THEN IT BRINGS ANOTHER BURST OF LAUGHTER
I quite literally laughed about the handsome squidward drawing for nearly 5 whole minutes
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OH MY GOODNESS
AND HE GETS A BASKETBALL THROWN AT HIM????
ARE WE ABOUT TO GET GUYNAWA CONTENT AS WELL???
WHEN I THOUGHT THIS EPISODE COULDNT GET ANY BETTER OMG
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THEY ARE FLIRTING
TAKE NOTES, GUYS, THIS IS FLIRTING
i... have never been flirted with before. nor have I ever flirted with someone before. (at least to my knowledge)
BUT THEYRE FLIRTING GUYS THYERE FLIRTING
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oh you wanna make out with him so bad
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THEYRE FLIRTING SO HARD
THEYRE JUST TRYNA GET EACH OTHER'S ATTENTION
JUST MAKE OUT GUYS, ITLL BE A MORE PRODUCTIVE USE OF YOUR TIME
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PO4ENKWGOPILVJWENJKGSVOJW3E4HIBSJGJPOINVOP4JWEOPINSGD
THEY SHOOK HANDS
THEIR HANDS ARE HOLDING EACH OTHER
ALSO: THEY HAVE TO BE NICE TO EACH OTHER FOR AT LEAST A WHILE
AND THEN THEYRE GONNA GET USED TO BEING NICE TO EACH OTHER WITH THE FRIENDLY BANTER THROWN IN THERE FOR SPICE
AND THEN THEYRE GONNA MAKE OUT OR SMTH
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WOAH
W O A H
WOAH BUDDY
I COULD FEEL THE SEXUAL TENSION OF THAT THROUGH THE SCREEN
they just need to slap their bodies against each other (clothes optional)
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THE HEAD TILT
HES SO ATTENTIVE
LOOK AT THE LONGING LOVING STARE
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I have no idea who this is.
but I am very much in love with her
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the amount that he cares about him is literally insane and its making me insane
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THE LOCKS
OH MY GOODNESS
aw nooo sailom is sad bc he knows kang likes pimfah :(
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WHAT DOES HE NEED TO DO
IS HE GONNA PUT UP HIS OWN LOCK???
IS HE GONNA PUT UP HIS OWN LOCK AND ITLL BE LIKE LOCKED WITH SAILOMS OR SMTH?????
OMG OR MAYBE
MAYBE HE'S GONNA TRIP OVER IN THE ENGINEERING SQUARE THINGY
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oh :(
but the sad piano music is playing and its showing sailom's face
im wanting to think that sailom's gonna turn around bc he's sad, and as soon as he starts walking away, kang's gonna suddenly have a realisation and he'll change his mind and he'll put the lock with sailom's, but im definitely delusional
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what.
hang on
im so confused right now
she... likes sailom?
what?????
I-
wh
what????
I wasn't expecting a love triangle like this???
IM LITERALLY SO CONFUSED WHAT IS GOING ON
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GIVE ME ANSWERS BITCH
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dude.
DUDE.
D U D E
THE WAY THAT YOU'RE LOOKING AT HIM RN??????
ITS MAKING ME EVEN MORE CONFUSED
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D U D E
YOU'RE FOCUSSING SO MUCH ON HIS LIPS THERE HAD TO BE A ZOOM IN SHOT
THERE IS NO HETERO EXPLANATION
I WAS SO SURE KANG WOULD REALISE HIS FEELINGS TODAY BUT ITS JUST GOTTEN SO BLINDINGLY OBVIOUS TO EVERYONE EXCEPT HIM
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O K A Y
OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY
OKAY
ITS ALL GOOD
THANK GOODNESS
SO HE'S GONNA *PROPERLY* REALISE HIS FEELINGS NEXT WEEK AND HES GONNA DANCE AROUND TELLING HIM FOR THE ENTIRE EPISODE AND THEN THEYRE GONNA KISS AT THE END GJREKDBG I CANT WAIT
im so proud of myself for being right about that. I predicted that they're gonna kiss next week. im so freaking awesome
in other news: I am not okay
IN OTHER OTHER NEWS: IT'S ONLY 1:45AM TODAY AND IVE ALREADY FINISHED, IM DOING BETTER THAN I DID LAST WEEK
goodnight folks, and keep breathing drts
peace out ✌️
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whack-patty · 3 months
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more comic practice! Context/rambles below the cut but all u need to really know is This Is Fun
OKAY SO
idk what im doing but i'd highly recommend throwing your ocs into another universe and practice writing comics n stuff with them bc it takes the edge of "oh no this has to be perfect/presentable/make sense" off bc it just gets to be absolute nonsense bc w h o gives a frick. nobody
((Plus this was genuinely good practice for how my own ocs would handle this situation/how I want to write them WITHOUT worrying about inventing the perfect side characters/scenarios. Just a "what would Simon/Ethan do in THIS situation?" and now I feel More Confident in writing them in my own stuff. 10/10 would recommend. This is your cringe pass, dear reader, join me))
for those of you who might give a frick/be curious:
one of the Detective's main antagonists is an arsonist who attacks big fancy buildings f u l l of people, which just hAPPEN to be like the ones Buster and his troupe perform / rehearse in a lot. Making them a very bright and bubbly and fun target.
I moooost likely won't be drawing the rest of this comic bc this one in particular would just get kinda dark ((ɥqʇ ʇᴉ opɹǝʌo ʇuplnoɥs ʎllɐǝɹ ᴉ os ɥƃnouǝ ʞɹɐp ʇǝƃ ɐuuoƃ sᴉ ǝuo dɹous dǝǝus ǝɥʇ puɐ)) but if it were to keep going, Simon and Ethan would split off in two teams:
Ethan would be in charge of getting everyone OUT safely, but she knows that at this point the mystery arsonist would already have blocked off all the main exits and fire escapes, so the challenge is finding a new, safer exit. The team probably would've ended up taking some weird hidden tunnels (bc hc that no matter HOW good things get, Buster always has a backup escape/hidey hole. Tis The Way of people who have come from bad places -- they're generally prepared) and having to do a mad scrambling dash out.
BEFORE the teams split, Simon would've pulled Clay and Johnny to the side to give them some unfortunate instructions --- ideally it won't come to this, but there's a good chance their group may be attacked by someone VERY dangerous before they get out. Clay and Johnny, as the largest/toughest/most experienced with danger, would be the best bet to protect the others should worse come to worse.
Simon would split off to both call the cops, find ANYBODY who may not have been with the main group (janitors etc), and if he can, stall the Arsonist themself. ((aaaaaaaaaaaand potentially some of the more ambitious/crazy troupe members sneak back to see what the frick is going on. Nooshy I'm looking at you)) (((actually that scene might be fun to draw. potentially)))
also. Simon can speak in emojis. That's how they communicate quickly without causing panic in the people around them/alerting antagonists of their plots right away. Why can he do this? that's a ramble for another day lol
if you read this far you get a royal kiss on the hand btw thanks for indulging my madness <333
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tzwriter · 1 year
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DANCING IN THE ANTIVOID
Error was becoming used to Ink’s presence and he had no idea if this was a good thing or a bad thing. Most of the time, the artist just showed up to annoy him during his Undernovela. Other times, the two even spend some nice and quiet hours together, each of them enjoying their own hobbies.
But there were times when Error didn’t know what to think.
“ERROR! ERROR!” Ink appeared out of nowhere, as usual, yelling and waving his arms effusively.
“I’m bUsy, InK” the destroyer grumbled, taking his eyes off the window he was using to watch his show for a brief second. That was one of the best episodes! So much drama! So much action!
“You watched this one a lot of times. I want to show you something!” Ink didn’t care at all and stopped between him and the window, reaching out his hand and shaking it anxiously.
Error let out an exasperated sigh and leaned to the side to see past the artist.
“CaN yOu JUsT dIsaPPeAr?! YoU aRe boTHeriNG Me!”
“Stop being boring. It will be quick!”
“IT's NeVer qUIck!”
Despite complaining, Error knew he couldn’t win that fight without literally starting a battle, which would also prevent him from continuing to watch his precious episode. Whatever, Frisk should reset the world soon, and Error would be able to watch everything again anyway.
Defeated, the destroyer look up to Ink, expecting to see some stupid drawing or other piece of art, but no, Ink just had his hand held out to him, wide as a clear signal for him to grab it.
“WhAt dO yOu wANt?” Error asked hesitantly.
“You’ll need to get up!” Ink ordered, shaking his hand once more, and Error decided to accept it  with a deep sigh.
Despite his terrible haphephobia, the destroyer no longer had as much problem touching Ink. At some moment, he got used with the artist’s proximity and with the bumps they often gave (in addition to all the shit they still exchanged from time to time). So holding his hand and being pulled up only left him tingling for a moment. However, he froze when Ink’s other hand suddenly landed on his back.
“W-WhAt aR-re yOU d-dOInG-g?” His tongue stuck when questioning.
“We, my friend, are going to waltz!” Ink declared proudly. “I just learned from Toriel, from Dancetale, obviously. It's pretty easy, even you should be able to do it. Put your hand on my back there, go.”
Swallowing hard, Error took a few seconds to adjust to the amount of contact he was suddenly exposed to. At least they weren’t glued together.
“I DoN’T liKe ThIs,” he growled, though he knew it was in vain.
“I bet you never danced before. Come on, just move with me. One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three.”
Ink led him back and forth across the nearly empty space of the antivoid, counting rhythmically, a little too fast. Error tried not to trip over his own feet for the first few laps. One, two, three. They stopped. One, two, three. They stopped. He soon got used to it, as it seemed that moving from one side to the other, rolling smoothly around the room, was the only thing Ink had learned.
Or so Error thought until the artist suddenly pulled away and attempted a spin. His excitement was too much, his hands slipped, and Ink fell backwards.
Long, stiff blue threads wrapped around the artist's arms, feet and torso as Error instinctively grabbed him and pulled him back. His hands came together again and their chests touched as Ink straightened up. Their faces were too close.
“Nice catch” Ink winked.
Error's face caught fire, and he shoved the artist back hard, throwing him on his ass, and staggering backwards.
“Ouch! What got into you?!” Ink was indignant.
“N-NoT-tHinG! I-Ff yOu aLR-reaDy shOWeD wH-hat YoU wAnT-tEd, G-gEt tHe hELl o-OUt Of hEre! I H-haVe mORe t-tO Do!” Error kept his back, trying to regain his composure so as not to get short-circuited.
“Oh, c’mon? It was fun! You just have to practice a little more,” Ink chuckled, and Error could hear him approaching. Panicking, he opened a portal.
“G-Go-o p-PraC-ctiCE yO-oUrseLF-f. I-I'm leAv-VINg.”
With that said, Error jumped into Outertale and quickly closed the portal before Ink went after him. Not that the artist couldn't just follow him anyway, but Error didn't want to think about that. He didn't want to think about Ink. He just wanted some peace, quiet and for the sensation of the artist's hands on his body to disappear as soon as possible.
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Darling dolls au idea
You cannot tell me the MC doesn't dress up their dolls
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MC and the others are telling him to transform in his hooman form to see more of the outfit and thinks he looks great in it
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Aha I really just wanna draw wife in a corset and then remembered your au
Mc and the others:
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Let's be honest, this is always MC to their dolls in new outfits
My Darling Dolls AU: Let's Dress Up!
A/N: literally have to make Alli to send the mail cause I'm dumb to delete it accidentally.
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Time period Setting: sometimes after the reunion of crazyB and Alkaloid.
"btw MC, what if crazy:b won the so called Bet of Rinne?" Aira ask you out of the blue as they all in the living room playing monopoly that rinne owned. Others seems to listen in to the topic at hand, two crazy:b members who hate the memories of such night glare at the laughing Unit members of there's as they went and bankrupt Rinne after he drop his dies in the lawn they own in Monopoly.
"Aira you shouldn't--" mayoi who notice your silence and the look at your face seems to know what your up too. "Oh. You shouldn't be curious about such thing aira. Because curiosity kills the cat. " You smile as you stood up and get another big box.
"W-what is that....?!" Aira point at the box, as you approach the oblivious Hiiro. Since you know about the batch leader thing, your going to have to plead your way to make them wear the outfit you made for Alkaloids.
You also made the outfit for crazy:b but the size is just base on the description of they might look like and with doll maniac self, you can make cute outfit for any dolls even so you don't see them in person. The description is told by mayoi but he just said hiiro is tall and aira is shorter than the four of them.
But it's enough for you to make cloths. Since dolls can wear the same outfit if they turn to their human form, it's totally a win win. But you still make human size cloths to make sure.
"Hiiro can you do me a favor. Pwetty please!" You hold hiiro hands as you plead him to with cute puppy eyes. "Sure! Anything for you MC!" Hiiro who don't know any better, agreed without hesitation.
"H-hiiro please don't!!" Mayoi plead behind you but your already whisper to hiiro the favor. Aira seems to regret many things today. Crazy:b in the sideline watch with anticipation about the things being unfold.
"Hmm... You want me to use batch leader command? Since it's not that harmful, I'll do it! Ok, alkaloid shall we dress up whatever in that box is?" The innocent prince happily use command to his batch mate, mayoi tragically accepted his fate with single tear falling.
"Hehehe. Take out your phone rinne." You seat beside rinne as you all watch the unit leave to change their outfit. "Oho? Gyahahaha. It seems part two will began huh." Rinne happily did so. The two of you holding phones as the door open revealing alkaloid wearing the customs you made.
"I think I see the light!' you dramatically fall to Niki who's beside you. "MC ahahaha. Your so silly." The chef says as he take bite of his snack but he let you dramatically lay in his lap. Since they are all on the floor while playing monopoly.
"Woah, MC the outfit are really pretty!" aira commented as he twirl around in a corset. He thought it could be worse but he like the cloths you made. They all made with quality that are pro would made, the expensive brand and stuff through the material seems the cheap on you can get from malls, it still a good set of clothes.
"You almost scared me there when you show a big box of cloths since crazy:b have cat maid outfit set. THEY ARE ALL L-O-V-E-L-Y!" he compliment that added boost to your ego.
"Made with love ùwú. By me ." You relive from your false death state as you hear aira compliment your work. "I also made the maid outfit for crazy:b. " You added with a wink.
"Lol. MCMC is this why you ask such question sometime ago?" Rinne chuckle as he takes some photo of his brother as well. "MC, can I ask you how you manage to make all the outfit to be a perfect fit?" Tatsumi who also wear the same set of outfit, tap your shoulder as he give you a smile that isn't a smile.
"I don't know. I just do." You thought about it. Then remember why your good as sewing. "If your curious, the sewing talent of mine is because it's force upon us by elders in an orphanage. If one can't be expert in basic with only one goal in mind: being the best. Your a failure and discarded goods." You casually tells a topic about your past.
"What." You hear someone commented in disbelief.
"Anyway, I do make cloths for a living before! That's why I'm able to eat when I'm on the street and mayoi is my model when since he first arrive. He always run away afterwards through. Ahahaha~" you easily change the topic. You hug mayoi who hopeless pat your head as your so casual about such tragedy of your life.
"I think I just heard something very concerning... But can I see picture?" Aira who don't know what to comment on your first part of your story. He is interested in seeing Mayoi in the outfit you made before through.
"I don't have pics but I can draw them for you. I'll give them to you in few days time!" You smile as you happily share the memories.
"Draw? Like the design?" He look at you confuse by your statement.
"No, the picture." You casually says back but not telling more. You went and grab hold of another set of clothes since feel hype and hiiro is willing to make others wear the cloths since it's not that harmful and looks fun.
"Hiiro do this next." You stare at hiiro 🥹.
"W-wait-- it's not ending yet?" Mayoi who thought he escaped his fate stare at you scared.
"Of course not." You smile. 😈
"Sure thing!" Hiiro nodded and they all went and change outfit again.
"Your work have good quality through HiMERU only notice it since HiMERU is force to wear one." The susamongus commented as he look at the details of the outfit the alkaloid just showcase.
"Thanks don't worry there's more where it come from." You winked at him, the smile on his face almost broke when you imply you probably gonna force him on wearing those kind of cloths in the future.
"M-MC... Why do I have to wear a different type..." You hear mayoi commented.
"KYAAA HOW LO-VE-LY!! Come on, now Mayoi-san! Everyone is waiting!" You could hear aira fan boying in the other room before the sound of someone being forcefully dragged off the cabinet is heard.
Aira: "Hiiro! Come Help me!"
Hiiro: "ahm he don't seem to like the idea.
Aira: "mayoi-san is just shy! Come on now, you don't want everyone to wait, right?
Mayoi who felt hopeless while being dragged out by Hiiro and Aira: "is this the punishment for aiwnxoan"
tatsumi who hear what mayoi say in the last part as his next to him: you did what while MC is sleeping....? :D mayoi -san we need to talk later.
You quickly turn, to the point you almost broke your neck but you almost fainted on the spot at the sight of Mayoi and others wearing cat boy outfit.
Mayoi with blushing face he pose: m-meow...???
But mayoi have the Sexy cat boy. You took many photo you have full load your storage.
"I'm glad I'm alive." You mumble before you ascended to ninth heaven. "MC, you need jesus." Tatsumi commented as he smile that is not a smile at you. You probably would get a sermon but who cares.
Bonus:
Mayoi wearing the second set outfit:
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How alkaloid and you react:
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Extra bonus:
rinne: you sure love cat boys. What a furry
MC: shut up, I see you clicking your phone away when you see your brother. What a furry you are as well.
Rinne: good were a perfect pair then.
MC: I thought were divorce?
Rinne: I burned the paper, so it don't count. So we're still married to Niki. Gyahahaha.
MC: I don't forgive you. Give me your share for this dinner!
Rinne: lol sure. Your going to get-- ackk.
You casually walk out of the scene leaving rinne holding his gut that you just punch before he can comment about how you like Niki food far too much.
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Fine, everything was fine. George stared forward avidly at Dream. Watching him. Dream looked back sheepishly, “so, can you help?”
“Help you get out of your suit?” George asked, resisting the urge to freak out completely.
“Well, yeah. And y’know, I’m having a little trouble with the buttons, so.” Dream said, shifting from side to side.
George knew he was lying. There was no realistic way Dream couldn’t take off his suit by himself. He hadn’t done anything that would have immobilised his hands or fingers.
All the same, George walked over. Running his hands over the suit’s jacket. Feeling the crisp uniform fabric. Slowly moving it up and over Dream’s shoulders. Falling onto the floor.
Dream shivered slightly as he shed the jacket, a slight vibration of anticipation assisting it.
“Is that good?” George asked, licking his lips nervously.
Nodding Dream made a small noise of confirmation, “keep going.”
Gently George reached for his tie, unknotting the fabric. Letting it fall around Dream’s neck. Moving down to the first button of his white button down. Tugging it through the hole, letting it come undone.
Watching intently Dream held his breath, the tension thick and suffocating. But that good type of suffocating, the wait before breaking to the surface when swimming, about to take a breath of fresh air. That “just almost there” of anticipation.
George undid another button, revealing the dip just below Dream’s collarbones. A black material starting to come into view. Pausing George stared, undoing the next button.
He blinked, “Dream?”
Dream smiled, “keep going.”
With a more hasty manner George unbuttoned the shirt entirely, letting the white shirt hang open. Revealing a lace corset of some type. “Do you want me to....” George trailed off.
“Keep that on.” Dream told him.
George nodded, staring.
It had boning on the sides covered in a black floral lace. It dipped in the middle, rising up to hold Dream’s chest in place. Thin silver chains ran down his sternum running off underneath his pectorals. A small rose quartz point handing down from the middle chain hanging about half an inch above his navel. A trail of thin hair leading down from his navel. George let his eyes travel down the line to Dream’s crotch.
Noticing the panty straps adjusted just over his hips, a lace trim on them. The fabric dug into Dream’s sides, causing an indent. Fat being pushed up on either side of the strap. George bit his lip, a heavy blush starting to overtake his face.
“Do you like it?” Dream asked after a few tense moments. His voice was now noticeably more nervous after the lack of reaction.
George snapped his head up, “no no, you look…” sucking his breath to collect his thoughts George breathed out, “beautiful. So so handsome and, George struggled for a final descriptor, “poggers?”
Dream wheezed, anxiety subsiding. “So pog. I’m so pog!” His tone now bright and teasing.
Laughing along George made the pog face, “Poggers dude.”
“That is the worst American accent ever.” Dream snorted, trying to regain composure.
“Shuddup.” George protested. Suddenly clapping his hands together, “so. Do you want me to…?” he trailed off, looking down.
Dream followed his gaze downward. Looking where he was looking. Swallowing, a slight nervous jitter coming back. “Yeah,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.
Ever so carefully, George let the shirt slide off Dream’s shirt. Dropping it on the floor. Then taking to the task of undoing Dream’s belt. Drawing it out of the belt loops. Letting it drop to floor with a small thwack of thick faulk leather. Gently unbuttoning the button of his pants, letting the fly come open.
Slowly George tugged the pair of slack pants off of him, letting it fall off his hips. The fabric pooling at his ankles. Revealing the lace on the panties.
As his gaze ran down his legs, George found next black lace garters with pretty little green(?) bows. The garters holding up lacey stockings. The elastic of both making small muffin tops on top of the stockings and garters.
Dream stepped out of the pants, looking more reserved even in this outfit.
“Would you mind..” George looked down at Dream’s still on dress shoes. Bending down George untied the laces. Easing his foot out of the shoes. Setting them aside.
Standing again, George admired the person in front of him. The lace was a good look. “You look good,” he said. It was a fact.
“I wore it for you. I put it on, and the suit over it.” Dream told him.
George sat down on his bed, Dream sitting down with him. He looked Dream up and down again. “How did it feel? Did it dig into your skin?”
Dream grinned, “it did. The garters and the stockings kept rubbing against my skin. And the lace would push up against my chest and stomach. The straps of the panties dug into my hips. The rose quartz would swing back and forth hitting me.”
Relishing these descriptions. The things Dream did for him. “Did it bother you?” he asked.
“Not really. I liked it. It reminded me of you. It made me feel dirty. Dressing up in a suit for all my followers and for Alec. And none of them knew, what I was wearing underneath.”
The next words weren’t really meant to be said out loud, yet George breathed them out anyway, “like a whore.”
Dream shifted quickly, rubbing his legs together slightly. Oh, he liked it. “Yeah,” Dream closed his eyes as he spoke, “like a whore. Your whore.”
“Oh.” George said quietly.
“Yeah. It was actually kinda hard to forget, especially with this thing.” Dream told him, making a small bounce on the mattress.
Cautiously George asked, “what thing?”
Standing up Dream just let his butt do the talking. The outline of a gem head evident against the panties. Taking his finger, George gingerly pushed it. Dream moaning.
“You have a buttplug in.” George stated.
“I do. Why don’t you look at it?” Dream invited.
Rolling down Dream’s underwear he saw the plug. A gem, a stunning and vivid blue compared to the rest of his world. “You picked it for me?”
Dream laughed a little, “you sound so excited. Yes, I did.”
Taking his hand again, George put his palm on it. Applying pressure. Watching Dream’s head tip back from stimulation. “You’re so pretty.”
Regaining mild composure, Dream responded, “yeah?”
“Yeah. Let me devour you? Please.” George requested hands finding Dream’s hips.
Dream took it as an invitation to remove himself from George’s touch, falling back onto the bed. Laying out on it, legs open. “I’d be honoured.”
Moving to straddle him George blew air out of his nose in amusement, “you really are a whore. But you’re a really handsome one.”
“That makes up for it right?” Dream joked.
“Probably.”
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kawaii-sugarii · 2 years
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Pepper Mintsky meets Sticky Wipplesnit and Torvald Batterbutter
(continuation of the events of "Pepper Mintsky meets Minty Zaki, Swizzle Malarkey and Minty Sakura part 2")
Pepper: I'm coming. *He follows the veterans out the door* So, what's the agenda on the golden haired one?
Vanellope: You mean Torvald?
Pepper: Yes.
Gloyd: She's a very sporty girl, according to Minty.
Pepper: Oh?
Vanellope: That means every sport.
About 20 minutes later...
Vanellope: We're here!
Pepper: This is it?
Gloyd: Yeah!
Vanellope knocks on the door. Sure enough, the one who opened the door was Torvald.
Torvald: Hey, Pres. How's things?
She wiped some sweat from her forehead as she had just finished a workout.
Vanellope: Good, and not so good at the same time. This boy needs your help. *She steps aside to reveal Pepper, who got flashbacks of the robot version of her slashing him with kunais, and quite some close calls*
Torvald: Who's he?
Pepper: Um...my name is Pepper Mintsky, and I come from a place where I fight robots of you veterans every day. One of the types look exactly like you.
Torvald: Those robots back near the runway?
Pepper: Yes. It's four consecutive months since I started fighting them.
Torvald: How are you still alive, though?
Pepper: Don't ask...
Sticky: Um...Torvy...?
Sticky is seen shyly coming to the doorway, art book in hand.
Pepper: Shoot. Uh...you're Torvald, right?
Torvald: Yes. Right behind me is Sticky. She's the shy one.
Sticky: H-Hi... *She slightly droops her head down in shyness*
Pepper: *He had flashbacks of her robot version slicing at him with a machete in hand* Um...so, I believe your sister has informed you about something about me fighting robots the day before. My name is Pepper Mintsky, and I come from a place where I fight robots daily. One of the types look just like you, uh, Sticky, is it?
Sticky: Mm-hmm.
Pepper: So, do you mind if we head in your house for a talk?
Torvald: Don't see why not. Just, don't touch anything.
Pepper: *He slowly pulls out his sword and puts it on the ground* No threat here, I don't want to scare your sister, okay? You said don't touch anything, that means this thing included.
*Sticky shudders a bit from the sight of his sword, hiding her mouth with her art book*
Torvald: *motions the racers to follow her* Come on in. We'll talk about this topic a bit more.
*Candlehead looks behind her at the front door. Cinnaren can be seen from afar, seemingly fixing his plane. He looks at her and motions her to go follow her friends*
Swizzle: Come on, Candlehead!
Candlehead: Ah, wait up! *quickly follows the veterans*
*They follow Torvald and Sticky to the living room*
Sticky: *shyly sits down on the couch* I-is there anything you want while here?
Swizzle: What have you got to offer?
Torvald: I can go fetch y'all some protein shakes, if ya want.
Sticky: O-or regular milkshakes.
Torvald: Eh, I can do that too...
Gloyd: This actually sounds nice.
Candlehead: *curiously looks at a treadmill* Wow...I didn't know you had a treadmill.
Sticky: I-is it really surprising? She owns quite a lot of w-workout equipments.
Torvald: After all, I'm a boxer, as well as a trainee kickboxer.
Swizzle: We get it, Torvald.
*Torvald then leaves to make the sweet shakes, as the other veterans sit down*
Sticky: *curiously looks at Pepper* So...w-would you mind telling me more about the...s-situation?
Candlehead: *has an idea* Oh. Sticky, you can sketch out the robots' looks, right?
Sticky: *flinches* M-maybe...? B-but I'm not that good at s-sketching robots...
Candlehead: Nonsense! We've seen you doodle very complicated drawings before!
Sticky: S-stop...!
*Vanellope and Gloyd sigh and Swizzle facepalms*
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strywoven · 1 year
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@lachrymosestorm has requested a story : ♡ Our muses almost kiss, but are interrupted. // A KISS SET UP! RUINED BY FATE. OH NO! >3c
𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.
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❝ Oh !  Good , you’re here.  Come , come , I’ve something to give you , ❞ Clawed hand motions , ushering the young woman over , to come c l o s e r to his desk so she need not have this conversation with her standing awkwardly in the doorway of the office.  ❝ And I suppose you can close the door , too.  This i s considered a ‘ work discussion ’ .  In some ways.  We don’t want to be interrupted. ❞  Claudius chortles , shaking his head at the thought ; though , this would be considered more of a PERSONAL ENDEAVOR than anything , wouldn’t it ?
As Dez approaches the desk , Claudius pulls out a small envelope – innocuous and unassuming , with the words : for desdemona , scrawled across the face – and passes it along to her.  ❝ Do you remember our arrangement from some time ago ?  When I said I would do a bit of shilling on your behalf ? ❞  He taps the envelope in her hands , seeming to puff up and look rather p l e a s e d with himself , ❝ Well , I’ve been speaking about your artwork to a few of business partners , and showing them what you can do , ❞ He nods to the paintings she’s done for him hanging on his walls , ❝ And quite a few of them seem to be rather d e l i g h t e d by your work , isn’t that great ?  They all have one of your cards , but that envelope has their cards as well , so there are no surprises about who might contact you.  Granted , they might be a bit stiff to work with , but they are all decent people. ❞  There is no chance Claudius would ever willingly send any of his more obnoxious or unbearable partners to Dez’s doorstep ( if he could help it ) .
A few moments of silence pass ‘tween them — thoughtful , comfortable , unconcerned.  Claudius regards her with an air of one who looks at his WHOLE WORLD and thinks : how can i give you everything ? how can i do more for you ?  He smiles , reaching out to brush his hand over her fair cheek , angling her head up to meet his eye.  ❝ I hope this helps push your career forward , Dez , ❞ He tells her , ❝ I truly want nothing but the b e s t for you , and I will do all that I can to make that happen. ❞  It’s an AFFIRMING SINCERITY Claudius speaks with ; genuine and wholehearted.  And although he knows he shouldn’t – and while there are parts of him even still that reel and rile at being so c l o s e to her – Claudius finds himself leaning towards her , looking to kiss her ( just once , he tells himself , just once for now then i can send her home ) ⸺
❝ ⸺ Hey boss , we’ve got a situation with some of th’ new folk downstairs can ya’ … ❞ Morfid , who had willy-nilly flung the door open WITHOUT thinking to knock , gawks at the two of them – aghast for a moment – ‘fore grinning knowingly.  ❝ … Oh , ❞ They try to hide their snicker behind clearing their throat , ❝ Sorry - so sorry - it can wait , I can come back. ❞
Claudius grumbles , reluctantly drawing back from Dez and fixing the other demon with a withering glare that only makes them beam brighter.  ❝ No , no , we should take care of it n o w , in case it gets worse.  But perhaps next time you might think to knock. ❞  Morfid nods ( though it’s obvious they won’t take the advice to heart as they shoot the young woman a teasing wink ) .  He looks to Dez again , apologetically.  ❝ I’m sorry , we will have to talk later. ❞  As usual.  ❝ But I do hope that I was of some help to you. ❞ And with that , he sweeps out of the room , taking Morfid with him.
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