#gonna make my happiness everyone's problem

[moeblob]

A succubus and a demon! (The succubi don't have names but the demon is Kronos and the succubus is one of his bosses in Hell and he's not /fond/ of the succubi for many reasons but they all adore picking on him)

Also because I love them and like to point it out, the succubi act more as pleasure dealers in the sense of they offer up whatever a human wants most in exchange for their soul. It's rarely of a sexual nature since it's what they want MOST in life. And most people's ambitions are outside of a bedroom. (happy pride, asexuals are able to get affected by a succubus now without discrimination)

[taesanluv3r]

chronicles of an overly in-love woonhak.

kim woonhak x reader

entirely in woonhak's pov (he's just yapping to himself the whole time), this is so dumb n stupid but i think it's silly cute idk 😓 cuss words!! lowercase intended, pls excuse any spelling mistakes / grammatical errors <3 enjoy :3

wc: 1,401

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"relax woonhak, it's not that hard"

all i needed to do was make a move. seriously, how hard could it be? i mean it was easy to help riwoo make a move on the girl he liked, so why would it be hard for me to make a move on someone myself?

but of course, the difference was that riwoo was hitting on someone random from his dance class while i, little pathetic old kim woonhak, just had to have a crush on the ever-so untouchable, and insanely stunning…

yn fucking ln.

i mean she's like- way way way out of my league, right? the other day i confided in taesan, i always talk to him when i feel lost...well only when i'm lost in the thoughts of her. that's only cause she's rather close to him, they're like siblings who aren't related at all- i think it's pretty sweet. otherwise, i wouldn't ever confide in that menace.

but he knows her very well, and he knows me very well, it's the perfect combination. anyways, i told him about my feelings for her, how she absolutely drove me insane. i mean who wouldn't go insane? she's just so effortlessly...her, in a good way, of course. god nothing bad about her would ever come out of my mouth...she's just perfect.

okay maybe I'm lying, she can be a little stubborn and bitchy sometimes...but that's just another thing I can go on and on and on talking about. i'm always talking about her.

taesan laughed at me, he told me i was oblivious and delusional if i couldn't see that she felt the exact same way. i mean can you believe that? she feels the same?! about me?! about kim woonhak?!

i don't believe it for a second...okay, i lied again. the statement did fuel my stomach up with butterflies and make my head spin and cheeks flush and all that…jazz.

and then he said one thing, the one thing that's making me think about everything all over again.

"if you love her so much, make a move!"

and so now here i am, sitting in bed at one o' clock in the morning. only eight hours until i have to go to school. which means that i only have eight hours to construct the most perfect plan to finally make my move. i mean how hard could it be? it's just like chess! not that i'm good at chess, i actually kinda suck at it…

"ugh cut it out woonhak, you're wasting your time!"

she probably doesn't even like me back. maybe she's just as nice as she is to me with everyone else. and surely that drawing she made me was just a friendly gift! and of course the poems she sent me were probably drafts for someone else…though she did send one with my name in it once…

wait.

wait a fucking minute.

SHE PROBABLY DOES LIKE ME BACK?!

OKAY, okay calm down woonhak. no need to get your hopes up too unecessarily high…

this does give me confidence though, just keep thinking positively and make your move at school FIRST THING IN THE MORNING!

"i got this!"

maybe i lied a little to my reflection in the mirror whilst getting ready for school this morning. cause she was right there when i arrived, alone and ready for me to go tell her I love her, but fear got the best of me…as per usual.

so now i'm here, in fucking science class having to listen to professor lee rant about whatever problem he had with lamarck's theory as opposed to darwin's. interesting one though, i know yn has a real interest in the theory of evolution and just about everything else biology related- maybe not plant biology, she didn't look too happy when we were told we're gonna study plant science next week.

just as i started thinking about her all over again, a piece of paper struck my head from behind. it landed in between my back and my chair, not very comfortable. i turned to reach for it, checking out whoever threw it at me as i did so.

yn ln shoots her unique smile at me, her lips tilting crookedly. she never smiled with her teeth because she doesn't quite like how it looks. i strongly disagree, i think it's adorable when her uneven fangs show, it's just another peculiar thing i get to love about her.

i stare too long, too long that she has to raise her eyebrows to remind me of the paper i was supposed to retrieve from behind me and read. my cheeks were probably redder than the ripest of strawberries- ironically, her favourite fruit.

the page was off-white, a cute rilakkuma print bordering the lined-sheet…classic yn ln and her cutesy stationary. i couldn't help but smile as i opened it to find her neat, yet absurdly tiny handwriting.

i admired it for a second, not quite reading the actual note just yet, but once i did…

the ink was pink, one of the gel-pens she usually used to write her overly pretty notes for literature. and the words she scribbled on the page were simple. well, as simple as such a complex and interesting girl like her could ever get.

"hi woonhak, i like you. like a lot. see you under the bleachers at lunch. :) <3 ★"

not even a question. if it weren't for the doodles of hearts, smiley faces, and stars all over the note i would've deemed it a threat.

another lie. i should stop lying. she could tell me to throw myself off a cliff or threaten me with a knife and i'd still be flustered and in love.

the lunch bell came a lot sooner than i calculated. perhaps my brain had been overstimulated by the test i had just finished, or maybe time is just that unpredictable when you're anxious.

i desperately needed to piss- another lie that i told myself to postpone the possible embarrassment i might encounter with my crush under the bleachers today. fuck. why am i so nervous?

i decided it's best to just YOLO and speed over to her usual spot under the bleachers. what's the worst that could happen? you know...besides her revealing it was all a prank and then totally making fun of me!!!!!!! ha ha...ha...

i'm cooked.

she was already there, a slight worry on her face as if she had been waiting and wondering where i had been. i was about to mutter an apology for being late, saying i needed to go to the bathroom and such but she didn't let me talk.

"i know you like me, woonhak"

at this point i was shitting sweat.

"um-"

i was interrupted.

"you took too long to say anything and frankly, i got impatient. cause i like you too- like- a lot. lol"

lol, she ended every serious sentence with that abbreviation to lighten the mood- cute.

all i could do was chuckle in relief.

"can we kiss now?"

she asks, her words coming out a little stale and hasty, but sweet. in a way that made my heart break and melt into bits and pieces. who am i kidding though, she does anything and i'll melt into bits and pieces.

"yeah-"

her lips halted my chatter. she tastes like an odd mixture of banana milk and…honey garlic fried chicken- but it tasted kind of good...?

remind me to ask her where she got her lunch from cause...damn.

the kiss lasted longer than i would've earlier expected, her hands were in my hair and mine held her waist. i had to bend down a little, she's not that short but she's definitely not tall. not as tall as me, that is.

alas we seperated. she giggled softly and i can see a faint pink tint brushed against her cheeks as she caught her breath. then she looked up at me, with the most precious set of eyes. it didn't last long as her complexion changed completely in a matter of seconds before these words left her mouth:

"ask me out, loser"

and that's just the push i needed.

"yn ln, be my girlfriend and take me to whatever place you got the fried chicken your lips tasted like!"

she giggled again- i swear a braincell of mine disappears every time she so much as smiled- stepping forward to hug me, which i happily accepted by the way…she smells good. she smells like a...fresh...teddy bear? yeah.

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"i can't believe you actually like me back" i blurted out, watching as she stuck a chicken wing into her mouth. the sauce got on her face and i helped her wipe it off like the gentleman that i am.

"and i can't believe you confided in taesan, of all people!" her words were muffled as she chewed.

"whatever babe, now why don't you eat first and talk later"

she almost chokes as she stares at me with this bewildered look on her face. how could a person be so adorable? like? this???? this cutie??? SHES my girlfriend???!!!???

she speaks with half a drumstick in her mouth and her eyes were opened wide.

"DID YOU JUST CALL ME BABE?!"

lol.

the end.

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LMAOOO idek wht i was going for in this one 😭 i pulled this straight out of my drafts tbh </3 reblogs n feedbacks r vv appreciated!! love u tysm for reading. love, kona.

[syrips]

cant believe i would suppress my happiness and excitement for things

i would get embarrassed about if i liked/loved posts too often, or followed too many people, or reblogged/talked about things that people made

but no! i can share it as much as i want!! i can love it as much as i want!! ima pour my love into everyone and everything and enjoy uninhibited happiness!!

[menlove]

actually that's made me incredibly curious & I feel like I'm gonna know the answer

[oifaaa]

I really do miss villain era Jason Todd sometimes like even tho it definitely had its flaws Jason was having so much fun and at the end of the day isn't that all that matters

[dirtytransmasc]

ok so this might go against the specifics of Na'vi culture/customs, but listen, I'm not a stickler for the rules, and I have an idea. this may or may not become canon to my AU, I haven't decided.

but listen

before neteyam died, he and ao'nung made Tsaheylu (young, dumb, strictly romantic and impulsive decisions made in the woods by two kids who feel like their world is falling down around them, cause why the fuck not).

after, when ao'nung visits neteyam, he swears to his to be forever his.

neteyam tries to reason "we were so young, and let's be honest, that was kinda dumb. if I was still here, sure, but ma'nung you are still so young, you're destined to be chief, you don't have to do this, you don't have to be alone"

and ao'nung is like "I want this, I want to be yours. tsireya can be heir, she can be Tsahìk, she can continue the line of succession, if that's what it will take to be yours. I am not alone ma'teyam, I lost you and Eywa gave me ma'spider, ma'hi'ti (hi'ti is ao'nungs nickname for spider/Hi'i'tsyil). he may not be mate, he isn't, but he is more then my brother, he is my person. it is Eywa's will that I am yours, that I will be yours and not alone. I am yours and yours only, I promise you that ma'teyam."

and neteyam just gives in, cause ao'nung is stubborn and will not be budging, "can't wait for you to break that promise, yawntu (my love)" he jokes, just to spite his lover.

"I won't" ao'nung bites back

"I know, that's why I worry for your skawng ass"

"nga yawne lu oer (I love you)" he chirps, forever cheeky

"yeah yeah, nga yawne lu oer, now go be with your person" he huffs playfully, kissing his mates head.

and ao'nung just smiles, before breaking the connection, opening his eyes to his brother in front of him.

his love for spider is different then his love for neteyam, but equally strong. spider is not his mate, his love isn't romantic, but it would still drive him to kill for the human, to fight to the death of it meant keeping him safe. spider was his person, he felt his brothers heart beating in his own chest (reference to a currently unreleased fic, but fuck is it destroying me), feels the bond Eywa has created between them.

Eywa must have known his stubborn ass would need some company in life, cause he could never break his promise to neteyam, the one stupidly made in the dark of night on the sandy edge of forest oth boys called home.

~~~

I don't know, just the idea of spider and ao'nung being connected by Eywa makes my sad little self happy. it's bittersweet to think about too, cause like, ao'nung being the one to tell neteyam about spider, telling him about his new name, new family. having his other half taken while they were both so young, and still promising himself to only him, and having spider to give him companionship in life.

this was in fact fueled by me hc'ing spider as aroace cause I was projecting, and then crying over aonunete, and then being like... life partners.

anyway

ao'nung being a tirea sa'em (spirit parent, adoptive parent) and making a promise to spider to never fail a child like the Sully's failed him.

[janetbrown711]

Hello, My Old Heart

Pigsy and company get to celebrate the newest arrival for all of five seconds before a harsh reality sets in

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Pigsy was the proud, proud father of a beautiful sleeping little piglet named Li Na, of whom he loved more than anything in the whole wide world. He was obsessed with every little coo or subtle movement she made because she was his and she was alive and he just loved her so, so, so much.

… Which was why when he heard the ambulance's siren grow louder and louder and Li Na awoke and started crying again, he nearly wanted to bite the head off the nearest EMT.

"Ack–! She's crying! What do we do?" MK panicked, which didn’t help at all– not that Pigsy blamed him.

"It's fine, she's okay, just got a little spooked, I-I think," Pigsy tried rocking her a bit, while Tang stood up.

"Oh, thank heavens they're here," His husband sighed a breath of relief, unlocking and opening the metal cover for the window and waving at the ambulance.

"Do they have to be so loud," Pigsy muttered under his breath.

MK laughed, but Pigsy wasn't being funny.

Soon enough a man and a woman walked in with medical bags and a box of some sort that made Pigsy hold onto his daughter tighter.

"Alright sir, do you think you can stand and walk over to the ambulance or would you like the stretcher to be brought inside?" The woman asked while the man did something to the box thing.

Pigsy said nothing, growling as his little angel continued to cry.

"Aha… Pigsy, darling, won't you answer the nice woman's question?" Tang went back to his husband.

"They're just goin' to take her away, Tang. She won't like ‘em– and I won't let em take her," He glared.

"Honey, you have nothing to worry about. They're just going to take you two to a hospital–"

"–And lock her away in a little box. I won't let them, Tang, I won't," Pigsy whispered.

Tang winced. "Honey… I know, I’m– I'm not looking forward to that either," He glanced down at their baby. "B-but I had to– while she— a-and almost died– a-a-and– and she needs help, Pigsy, I know she does. Can we please let her help?" Tang started to tear up, though looked up at the ceiling to try not to.

"Tang, I..." Pigsy didn’t know what to say, and Li Na’s wails weren’t doing him any favors.

The scholar shook his head. "I-I’m sorry, this isn't about me, I– just–" He took a breath. "Can we get you two some help… please?" He sniffled.

Pigsy glanced at the EMTs, then at Li Na, then at Tang.

"Y-yes, of course, I– I'm so sorry, Tang, I'm sorry," Pigsy pressed his forehead against Li Na's.

"No– no, hon, it's–" Tang took another breath. "I can take Li Na, and MK can help you stand, okay?"

Pigsy hated this– and hated himself for hating this and hated himself for hating himself for hating this.

He looked down at his daughter, who was almost starting to sound hoarse from all the crying.

She really was such a small thing…

Taking a deep, hesitant breath, Pigsy slowly gave Li Na over to Tang who smiled at him warmly before turning his attention to her.

“Hey there, bao bao. It’s okay, it’s okay, baba’s got you,” He sniffled and stood, rocking her much better than Pigsy could while sitting down. Her cries calmed to whimpers again, which tied an unexpected knot in Pigsy’s chest.

MK and the EMTs helped Pigsy to his feet, but he didn’t make it far. Thankfully they’d already brought the stretcher inside, and once he was on it was a simple job wheeling into the ambulance where an EMT took Li Na from Tang and placed her in a strange “transportation incubator” that was placed next to him. They were off.

Once she was out of her baba’s arms, Li Na began to cry rather fiercely again. Unfortunately, it wasn’t considered safe to remove her so Pigsy, Tang and MK just had to watch while the EMTs asked about other things while hooking Pigsy up to machines and taking measurements. Pigsy couldn’t talk much though, just staring at the incubator as the knot in his chest tightened, so MK and Tang answered for him.

He wanted to hold her again. He wanted to hold her more than anything in the whole wide world.

However, in not too long, Pigsy started feeling completely and totally drained. It moved fast too; what felt like in mere seconds, his eyelids were falling and he could barely keep his head up. He tried staying awake all he could, but before he knew it, his eyes were shut and he vaguely heard Tang say his name before he completely passed out.

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When Pigsy next opened his eyes, he was more sore than he had ever been in his entire life. He was also quick to recognize he was in a hospital room, feeling the familiar weird texture of the gown and the stale sheets. He also recognized the "fun" feeling of an IV in his arm and the sounds of a heart monitor too.

It took a second for him to look around, finding the usual dull minimalistic decor all hospitals have before his eyes landed on MK, who had his head in his hands and was crying– why was he crying?

Pigsy looked around the room and realized he didn’t see Tang or Li Na either. Where were they? Were they okay? Did something happen to Li Na? Is that why MK was crying? Was she– and so Tang was– oh god, nononononono–

Pigsy instantly began to cry, too overwhelmed by the emotion. It took a moment before MK noticed, but when he did, he was by his father’s side in a blink.

“Dad! You’re awake! I’m so glad you’re okay,” MK instantly hugged him and Pigsy hugged right back.

“M-MK, where is everyone? A-are they alright? Is Li Na okay? I-is she–” Pigsy cried more, though didn’t let go.

“No! No, Li Na is okay, Dad, she’s fine– but she’s in the NICU, so Tang’s with her,” MK explained and only then did the chef break the embrace.

“O-oh… already…” Pigsy sniffled and wiped his face, feeling like an idiot.

“Y-yeah…” MK scratched his neck. “You’ve been out for a couple of hours. Thankfully not from anything bad, you were just wiped out, which makes sense, ha.”

“Why were you crying?” Pigsy tried not to think about it.

“Oh, I– right, I was,” MK quickly wiped his face and Pigsy frowned.

“Kid, be honest with me,” He held out a hand and MK took it.

“Right, well… I don’t know– probably stress, today’s been… a lot, plus I’ve been giving excuses all day for why we aren’t around and I just– I’m tired, I guess,” He laughed a little.

“Excuses?”

“So no one knows Li Na’s… here. Tang said he wanted it to be a decision both of you could make,” MK explained and Pigsy relaxed a bit.

“Okay, yeah that… that makes sense… and thanks, kid… for everything today, you’ve been amazing,” He squeezed MK’s hand.

“Not as amazing as you! Seriously, that looked like it hurt,” MK half-joked and squeezed his hand back.

“Ugh, it did– I still need to kill Tang over it, don’t let me forget,” Pigsy closed his eyes for a second and leaned back against the pillows.

MK laughed. “Sure, dad.”

Pigsy smiled a bit, before a part of him began to worry about his baby again.

“So, uh… what’s wrong with her?” Pigsy asked, bracing himself to finally face the punishment of his failures.

“Oh, well right now it’s mostly just monitoring, but I think they said something about apnea and monitoring her breath,” MK struggled to remember.

Pigsy nodded, looking away as he tried his damndest not to cry even more than he already had.

“Dad..? You– uh– doing… okay?” MK tried to look at him but Pigsy turned further.

“It– It shouldn’t have happened… not like this,” Pigsy spoke just above a whisper and MK sat on his bed.

“Dad, it’s not your fault, the doctors said sometimes this just happens, especially with your age,” His son pleaded.

“I-I shouldn’t have listened to my stupid instincts– why did I ever go to the restaurant?” Pigsy cursed himself.

“Well-! The doctor actually explained that it might be part of your pig demon DNA! Pig demons usually get instincts to travel somewhere away from home but still safe when in labor, so I guess your brain thought of the restaurant. They also said it gets left out of books for general demon audiences and doctors sometimes forget about it since it’s kinda uncommon– but hey! That’s not your fault either!” MK pointed out.

Pigsy gave a long sigh.

He was too tired for this. He wanted his baby. It was killing him to be away from her for so long.

“Can I see her..?” He asked, and MK shrugged.

“The doctor’ll probably need to clear you for that,” he estimated.

“Right… right, okay,” Pigsy tried not to feel completely devastated.

Pigsy sighed and closed his eyes when MK suddenly started climbing onto his bed to snuggle up close to him, which made him laugh a little.

“What’re you trying to do to me, kid?” Pigsy snorted, lifting his arm so MK had room.

MK didn’t say anything for awhile after he got good and comfortable, just messing with his jacket a little bit, so Pigsy just wrapped an arm around him and held him close.

“I’m… I’m really, really, really glad you’re okay, Dad,” his son eventually managed to say.

Pigsy smiled softly and kissed his head. “I’m glad I’m okay too.”

“I… I hope Li Na ends up okay too.”

Pigsy sighed. “Me too, kid… me too…”

The father and son stayed like that for some time, with MK even falling asleep for a couple of minutes before a nurse came in and scolded them while bringing Pigsy a meal. At least she said the doctor would be in soon so the presence wasn't a total loss.

Pigsy could certainly tell MK was more than half tempted to crawl back into his embrace once the nurse was gone, but the obstetrician arrived before he could act on his impulse.

“Mr. Zhu, I wasn’t expecting to see you for another four weeks! How’re you feeling?” His doctor attempted to joke, but only MK could muster a slight chuckle.

“Is she okay?” Pigsy completely dogged her question, despite knowing it was stupid to ask because MK had already told him a billion times Li Na was fine, but sue him.

The doctor smiled softly. “Your daughter is doing alright, but we will have to keep her under monitor until her lungs become more developed and her apnea goes away–”

“How long will that take?” Pigsy interrupted.

Her smile turned to a grimace, and Pigsy instantly squeezed MK’s hand. “Well… that’s a bit complicated. If she had been born breathing fine, then I would say a couple days at most. However, seeing as that wasn't the case, much heavier monitoring will be needed for at least a week or two.”

Blood drained from the pig demon’s face.

“I-I– I can’t be away from her for that long, you– you can’t do this!” Pigsy protested, voice cracking.

The demoness sighed. “Mr. Zhu, I’m sorry, but we wouldn’t do it if it weren’t medically necessary,” She tried to assure, but Pigsy just shook his head.

“I-I want to hold her n’ take her home– she’s not– she’s not even supposed to be here,” He covered his face with his hands before he felt MK’s hand squeeze his shoulder.

“What you’re going through is incredibly difficult, Mr. Zhu, but you aren’t alone. In fact, there are groups full of parents just like you–”

“Ha!” Pigsy couldn’t hold back his cynicism, which he immediately felt bad about. “I– sorry.”

“No, no, it’s alright, I understand,” The demoness took it well. “What I mean is that there’s a support group for parents of premature children you could join if you’re interested.”

Pigsy looked out a window.

“Alright, well, I’ll leave the pamphlet for the group right on this table if you want to look at it later. I’ll also call a nurse to bring a wheelchair so you can check on Li Na, that sound like a plan?” She smiled sweetly at the pig demon, who nodded.

“Good. I’ll be back to check up on you in a couple hours after your visit,” She opened the door, but stopped herself. “And… congratulations on the newest addition, Mr. Zhu. It’s not easy to do what you’ve done.”

Pigsy stared at her, not knowing how to respond before she nodded and left.

… He really shouldn’t have snuck out of his apartment.

“Hey! You get to visit Li Na at least, that’s good, right?” MK tried to be optimistic.

“She’s going to be so full of tubes and wires. She’ll look like a zombie,” Pigsy shuddered at the thought.

“Ah, I wouldn’t say that. If anything she looks like a fighter, just like you,” MK nudged him a bit, and Pigsy pondered if that could even be true.

MK sighed. “It’ll be good to see her though, right?”

Pigsy slowly nodded. “Right, yeah… you’re right,” he managed to smile weakly at MK and his son hugged him again.

In a matter of moments, the nurse came with the wheelchair, and MK followed them all the way to the NICU, where they saw Tang sitting on a bench holding his glasses in one hand and his head in the other.

"Tang, what're you doing out here?" MK asked, and the scholar instantly perked up and put on his glasses.

"MK, I– Pigsy!" Tang instantly ran to kneel in front of his husband's wheelchair, making MK and the pig demon laugh. "Honey, are you alright? The doctors said it was just exhaustion, and I know they have medical degrees and all, but I–"

"Tang, I'm okay," Pigsy held his husbands hands and Tang kissed them. "What about Li Na..?"

"Oh, her nurse is just taking some measurements and giving some more medications," Tang squeezed Pigsys hands and the chef slowly nodded.

"Okay… that's okay, right?" He asked, trying to sound optimistic, but of course Tang saw through him.

"It's what she needs,” His husband smiled tiredly, which only sort of made Pigsy feel better.

Just then, the NICU nurse opened the door back up and invited Pigsy and Tang back inside, though not before giving everyone a strong dose of hand sanitizer. Afterwards, the nurse caring for Pigsy allowed Tang to roll his husband inside to give them a moment of privacy, and she and MK waited outside, while the NICU nurse went to her station by the monitors in a secluded area.

“You ready?” Tang asked Pigsy softly.

“Y-yeah, I– I need to see her, I can’t–” Pigsy stuttered but Tang kissed his head.

“I know, Pigsy, I know,” He rested his head atop his husband’s for a moment before he pushed the button for the final door of Li Na’s room opened and–

When Pigsy’s eyes landed on her, it was like the whole world stopped.

His little piglet was wearing a little white beanie with little pink flowers and the tiniest mittens and socks he’d ever seen. But she was also covered in tubes and wires, with the largest being an oxygen tube in her itty bitty nose. She looked so small in that awful box, as though any sound or touch or even breath could shatter her into a million little pieces.

It terrified him.

“Pigsy..?” Tang spoke in a low whisper. “Are you okay if we go forward?”

Pigsy nodded hesitantly.

“Okay,” Tang kissed his head, reminding him he wasn’t alone. Pigsy thanked him by nuzzling his head into Tang’s shoulder, which made his husband chuckle.

He was guided to her incubator gently, and if Pigsy had any choice or say he would’ve busted the damn thing open and held her close so she’d be nice and safe and warm in his arms…

“You gonna let her know you’re here?” Tang teased a little, kissing his head again.

Pigsy nodded again, but didn’t move an inch.

With a soft hum, he felt Tang’s arm against his and slowly but surely his hand was guided into one of the ports and he was able to touch her, and– heavens, she was so soft and… and new feeling, it almost didn’t compute to him.

But then she reacted. She moved the arm he was touching, and for a second Pigsy feared she didn't like it– that he had failed and she’d start crying, but instead, she grabbed one of his fingers and squeezed it tight. The little action sent a million thoughts racing through Pigsy’s mind as every inch yearned to hold her again.

But that couldn’t happen.

His baby was sick and weak, and it was all his fault.

Pigsy instantly wept.

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Time away from Li Na became a muddy blur. Pigsy had been discharged after a day or so. They'd been given Li Na's official birth certificate, but he really only became aware of that when Tang bought a frame and the set framed paper on Pigsy's nightstand his first night back. The chef would stare at it when he couldn't sleep (which was often).

Pigsy's body had practically shut down in the meantime. He couldn’t eat, he couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t shower, he couldn’t cook; the only thing he could do was wander to the nursery to sit on the floor until he cried, and cried, and cried so hard he'd finally fall asleep.

Tang– oh, bless his heart– would try his best to care for his husband. He even tried calling off work, but it violated the university's previous agreement for him to work until midterms. Because of that, the university now refused to let him go until the semester was over and threatened to fire him without severance pay, so Tang was forced back.

It killed the two of them to be apart, but it's what had to be done.

On the bright side, Pigsy wasn’t left entirely alone. MK and Sandy took it upon themselves to be Pigsy’s “care team”, and as such, drove him to the NICU every day and made sure he took care of himself (or at least didn’t die). Granted, Pigsy would’ve preferred if MK weren’t taking on hispersonal problems, but the kid was as stubborn as the chef was, so there was nothing he could do.

At the very least, MK had Mei checking up on him too, so he wasn’t taking on too much responsibility. It tortured Pigsy that he couldn’t be the one helping MK, but he was too much of a pathetic sad sack to do anything other than wallow about it in his dump of a room.

Oh, yes, the state of his and Tang's room managed to become a "hot mess" in what felt like the blink of an eye. There were empty ramen noodle cups all over Tang's nightstand and dresser, while Pigsy's was covered with tissues. There were also library books everywhere that Sandy was slowly working on sorting and returning. There was also pamphlet after pamphlet and packet after packet scattered everywhere all about postpartum depression and NICU babies and other things Pigsy didn't care to read.

No, he was too busy rotting and feeling sorry for himself like a fucking idiot to do anything to actually help those around him.

Typical.

When he wasn't decomposing in his bed or on the nursery floor, Pigsy was at the NICU, though it really wasn't that much better. His visits were often long and silent, with everything feeling just so horribly right and wrong at the same time. Touching his baby’s hand felt like a cruel reminder of what he couldn’t have and how he always managed to hurt those he loved, and he just– he hated it. But being away from her filled his every inch with an agonizing ache, so he'd stay.

He knew it worried everyone. He could see their sad looks as they tried to care for him, but Pigsy couldn’t care.

His pride had cost him so much, and he wasn’t sure he could ever forgive himself.

What probably troubled them the most was how little he spoke these days. Hell, Pigsy wasn’t even sure the last time he spoke was. It wasn’t really for a lack of effort, he was just… too tired. Everything was just a grunt or a growl or quiet mumble now that no one could truly understand. It was so bad in fact, he hadn’t even spoken to his precious little angel since she was born…

What a pathetic excuse of a father.

On what was maybe the 7th or 8th or 11th day, Sandy approached him with his usual tray full of tea and little snacks Pigsy would nibble on at most. Something different was on his mind this time if his smile was any indication, though Pigsy was far too tired to question him. Instead, he rolled over in bed and tried to go back to sleep.

“Pigsy, trust me, you’ll want your energy for today,” Sandy shook his shoulder, but Pigsy rolled his eyes.

Every day, Sandy would always say something like “Li Na would want you to take care of yourself” or “Tang called. He’s really worried about you, could you eat for him?” and it never motivated him, which only made him feel worse because what kind of husband/father can't take care of himself for his loved ones’ sake?

A very, very bad one, that's what.

“Pigsy, I’m serious. C’mon, you need to sit up and eat ” His friend shook his shoulder, and Pigsy tried to ignore it, but Sandy grabbed his arm and forced him to sit up before putting the tea tray in his lap with a defiant stare.

Pigsy sighed and looked at his friend, which was when Sandy softened his look a little.

“Look, I’m just saying today’s visit is gonna be a little different and I want you to be prepared for the occasion, okay? Can’t have you passing out on us,” He laughed a little but Pigsy just stared at the bowl of noodles vacantly.

The river demon sighed. “Look, I’m not leaving until I see you eat at least half of that bowl, alright? I’m serious, I want to see some color return to your face,” Sandy sat across from Pigsy so it was impossible for him to look away.

Great.

Pigsy scowled and ate a little, not tasting much of anything, despite being able to see the spices MK had used.

Poor kid was desperately trying to replicate his own recipes for him, and Pigsy was too stupid and lazy to be grateful.

Sandy watched him like a hawk the entire time, which wasn’t the “feel good move” his friend clearly thought it was. If anything, it made him want to crawl even further in his bed and never wake up.

He tried to set down the chopsticks after two bites, but Sandy gave him another look.

“I’m serious, Pigsy, I am not going to let you win; we’ve got plans today,” Sandy pointed at him and Pigsy rolled his eyes again.

Pigsy set down the chopsticks anyways and drank some of the tea, which also tasted like nothing. Sandy continued to eye him as he set down the cup and hesitated to pick up the chopsticks again. His big blue friend’s eyes were so full of dumb hope and encouragement it made Pigsy feel a little nauseous.

But still, not wanting to hear another lecture, Pigsy proceeded to have another bite or two before he set them down again, and this time Sandy was satisfied.

“Alright, get up and get dressed– and not in sweatpants, we’re gonna make sure you look great in the photos,” Sandy cheered as he took the tray away to the kitchen.

Photos? Why on earth would anyone want photos of him like this?

Pigsy wasn’t sure how long it took him to get cleaned and dressed and– shaved apparently? Before he knew it he was sitting in his van next to Sandy with MK in the back talking about something excitedly.

All Pigsy could think about was how this would be just another visit where he couldn’t do anything to help his baby.

Sandy pulled up to the hospital around the same time Tang’s bus from the city arrived, which meant when Pigsy got out he was immediately greeted with a kiss.

“You feeling alright, dear? You look a lot better today,” Tang smiled weakly, dark circles under his eyes that could rival Pigsy’s.

The chef half-shrugged.

“We got dad all cleaned up so we could get some nice pictures today, and he does look rather nice if I may say so myself,” MK complimented himself, getting Tang to crack a weak chuckle.

Pigsy was just wearing his chef’s shirt and some pants with socks, it was hardly “nice”...

“Photos?” Tang seemed just as confused about the idea as Pigsy was.

“Oh, you know,” Their son grinned mischievously as Sandy returned from parking his truck.

“Let’s head in, shall we?” The river demon grinned nice and big before patting Pigsy’s back.

Tang looked at Pigsy, who shrugged.

“Alright then… let's go,” Tang held Pigsy’s hand and the four of them headed in.

.o0o.

The check-in and waiting process took forever, as usual, so Pigsy just sat there and… well, really he just sat there. He didn’t feel anything, think anything, or do anything. If he did have a thought, it was about Li Na, or maybe about how awful he felt for being so distant with Tang, or any of his other millions of guilty thoughts. So yeah, it was a regular hospital visit.

When a nurse started explaining things, he only half paid attention, especially since Tang was always the one taking notes and writing things down. About halfway through all eyes landed on him, which he tried to ignore until Tang nudged his arm.

“Hon..? What do you think?” Tang looked at him softly.

Pigsy glanced at the NICU nurse, seeing her with a soft smile on her face he couldn’t find the cause of. Pigsy just decided to shrug, and Tang rubbed his arm, saying something else but Pigsy tuned it out again, which he hated. Would it kill him to actually pay attention to the state and health of his kid?

Pigsy sighed.

The actual NICU rooms– not the visitor’s waiting area– had a limit of three at a time, so Sandy waited outside while the others went in.

The room was exactly as dark and foreboding as Pigsy knew it to be, but there was one thing that was new: in the corner there was now an extremely cushy chair with all sorts of blankets all laid out that made Pigsy pause.

He glanced at Tang who had this big smile on his face that made Pigsy even more confused, when the nurse suddenly came into the room.

“Just have a seat right there and I’ll get her good and ready for you,” She smiled while she whispered, and Pigsy just looked at Tang with even more confusion.

“Just take a seat hon, she’ll tell you what to do,” Tang chuckled and grabbed his arm and guided the chef to the chair, who sat with his heart pounding.

Tang noticed and placed a calming hand on his chest. “You’re alright dear, everything’s alright,” he said, starting to unbutton Pigsy’s shirt.

“What the– Here? Now?” Pigsy spoke the most he had in two days and MK slapped a hand over his mouth to restrain laughter.

“It’s not like– that,” Tang’s face went red as he chuckled. “Great monk alive– I love you so much, Pigsy,” he chuckled before placing a kiss on his forehead before unbuttoning his shirt further so a large portion of his skin was revealed, which was weird.

But then he saw the nurse pick Li Na up and out of the incubator.

His little girl was awake and wiggling ever so slightly, though with a slowness of someone who had just woken up. Her little hands reached up for something to latch onto, but the nurse had nothing to offer. She also wasn’t wearing a hat or mittens or socks for once, and her face looked so much plumper and pink than he remembered, even if it had been less than a day. He could see her beautiful dark brown hairs that looked just like her baba’s, as well as her precious little birthmark, and– god, he just wanted to hold her again.

“Alright, once you get her settled, I’ll show your husband here how to wrap the pouch,” The nurse said, handing–

Handing her over..?

Pigsy stared at her because– well, it had to be some kind of mistake, Pigsy wasn’t allowed to hold her. That– it wasn’t– he wasn’t–

Before Pigsy could say or do anything Tang placed a hand on his shoulder and nodded, which almost made Pigsy start bawling like a baby, but he forced himself to stay together for Li Na’s sake.

Slowly but surely the fragile little newborn was placed into his arms and against his chest and– oh, it was like heaven to feel her skin against his. All attempts to not cry were dropped in an instant, but Pigsy didn’t care. He could feel Li Na breathing against him and just– he was holding his baby girl again. The feeling transcended words.

“H-hi, bao bei… remember me?” He laughed at how pathetic and weak he sounded. He was such a mess.

His little Li Na didn’t seem to mind his weakness though. In fact, he swore he could feel her nuzzling in closer, so Pigsy kissed the top of her head.

“It’s okay, bao bei, I got you, you’re okay with me,” He closed his eyes for a second, overwhelmed by the feeling of relief and love and exhaustion in his bones.

Swiftly after, the nurse and Tang proceeded to wrap Li Na in a secure position on Pigsy’s chest so that if his arms grew tired, she’d be secure and the skin-to-skin could continue.

“H-how… how long do I get to hold her..?” Pigsy slowly glanced at the nurse.

“60 minutes,” She informed, folding something before putting it in a bin.

60 minutes. 3,600 seconds. An entire hour.

What on earth had he done to be so lucky?

“You hear that, Li Na? You get to stay with me for an hour today, i-isn’t that nice?” He whispered to her, and again she didn’t respond, but he didn’t mind that one bit.

The nurse left shortly after, and once she did Tang sat on the armrest of the chair. He was quick to wrap Pigsy in a warm side hug before kissing the top of his head again, which MK snapped a quick photo of on his phone.

“This make you feel any better?” Tang asked, carefully placing his hand on her head and stroking her soft little baby hairs.

Pigsy hummed happily, snuggling into his husband’s arm and MK snapped another photo.

However, it took only a second before his face started to fall and he glanced at his exhausted husband and was overwhelmed with guilt.

“Tang… I-I’m so sorry, I should’ve been helping you more. You should hold her, I–”

“Pigsy, please– don’t be ridiculous,” Tang placed his hand on his cheek again, which Pigsy leaned in to. “It’s… it’s been hard working, but it's been harder watching you suffer and beat yourself up about it.”

“I’m so sorry, Tangy…” He closed his eyes.

Tang kissed his forehead. “It’s okay, Pigsy, what we’re going through is… hard, but it’s almost over.”

“R-really?” Pigsy blinked and looked at him.

Tang chuckled. “Nurse said skin-to-skin therapy will help her progress for the next three or four days and if all goes well, she’ll be home free.”

Three or four days, then she’ll be home free.

“That’s… that’s really, really good, Tang,” Pigsy sniffled and kissed Li Na’s head again.

“I knew you’d think so,” Tang teased a little and relaxed.

Pigsy sighed and closed his eyes once again, feeling Li Na coo at his relaxation, which just about melted his heart fifty times over.

“You doing okay, dad?” MK teased a little, taking another picture.

“Yeah, yeah, I love you too, kid,” Pigsy opened his eyes to wink at him, which MK caught on camera.

Afterwards, his son lowered his phone and smiled. “I love you too, dad.”

Pigsy sighed happily, closing his eyes and trying to remember how to embrace all the warmth around him. It was so overwhelming– especially after so long in the dark. He hardly felt worthy of it all, but he knew better than to mention it.

“Sir, I can take a photo of all four of you if you’d like,” The nurse suddenly appeared from the back, startling MK.

“I– yeah! That’d be great, right dad?” MK beamed. Pigsy nodded and his son handed the nurse his phone in a flash before he was suddenly by his side, making Tang chuckle.

“We aren’t going anywhere anytime soon, MK, you could walk,” The scholar pointed out jovially.

“Oh, I see how it is– you just want Li Na all to yourselves, don’t you?” MK crossed his arms dramatically.

“Oh, is that the case?” Tang raised an eyebrow. “And why, may I ask, do you think you’re in here then?”

“To rub it in my face, duh,” MK rolled his eyes all dramatically, making Pigsy laugh.

“You two are such dorks,” he grabbed both of their arms, dragging them into an awkward, but still loving group hug.

The nurse laughed along as she started snapping photos left and right, and only after four or so did MK and Tang get their act together and actually pose and smile. Pigsy didn’t mind that though, he wanted to remember this moment just as it was, with his family here, all within reach, safe and okay. What could be better than that?

[loverboybrightsideghost]

i am simultaneously genuinely normal about dt and michael sheen but also lightly crazy

[uniiiquehecrt]

Plz explain then the travesty that is love and thunder

A trainwreck directed by an egotistical six-year-old in a leech of a man's body who thinks he's a screenwriter and still plays pretend with his uwu self-insert OC.

.... real talk, though, in short:

The real travesty of Love and Thunder is that Thor is already made of love and thunder, and simultaneously Jane is the love to his thunder, and the MCU, through taika wai-feck-off, decided he can be neither of those things, and have no nice things. Thor is the most tragic character in the ENTIRETY of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, and yes, I do think more tragic than Wanda.

He has lost :

his entire home planet

his people

his entire family of four (no hela does not count he was not connected to her and should have been odin's sister)

before which he lost his brother (his platonic soulmate, to boot) a total of 3 times emotionally, two of those physically

he lost his ENTIRE friend group because his half-sister murdered Volstagg, Hogun and Faendral; he never reconnected with Sif

his only good mentor/parental figure (heimdal) was stabbed through the heart in front of him

he lost his dignity, his crown, his birthright (voluntarily and otherwise)

he lost his self-worth, his sense of direction (bc the writers legitimately thought his arc was about stepping down from the crown instead of making it his own and growing into it in his own way, by his own merits, at his own pace and gave it to some literally no-name side character that showed up for one movie and never respected thor in the first place to even earn his title from him smh)

and taika's idea of rectifying any of this .... is to give him some random child he doesn't know, that he doesn't care for, and manipulate him into taking her under his wing not because of the kindness and limitless love of his own heart even after shutting himself down post!endgame, but because jane asked him to as her dying wish — and then say that THAT is his happy ending.

Tell me why Thor, the longest standing of the Big Three, the king of the stars, the hero who is by all respects the embodiment of love, gets no companionship, no friends, no home, no place to belong, when Tony got a hero's send off and Steve got to be with an alt!dimension Peggy.

[ratboy]

cis ppl get so mad at t4t relationships bc they couldn't fathom wanting to date a clocky trans person. they want someone who fits neatly into Woman or Man and that's the end of it. but that isn't what being trans is about for a lot of us. it's about the fuzzy edges and not existing within either and also both categories. it's about learning to love that ambiguity and embracing it and finding other trans people who embrace it within themselves and you rather than try and smooth out all the wrinkles and edges.

[heartbreakfeelsogood]

[spicyliumang]

Once again my b day is gonna be hotdog water bc nothing is going to plan skdkskls

[cicidraws]

tomorrow unless needed im gonna nope off tumblr for the whole day bc valentines day so sorry if i dont get back to u

[sga-owns-my-soul]

i saw family (one of my cousins, but not the one i'm fighting with) for the first time in a month and it actually went well

i am pleasantly surprised

[rowanhoney]

Whenever I feel strange and distant from myself I like to go on google maps street view and explore the villages where my family are

[strwbrymlkshake]

LOVE ME THE MOST THE MOST YOU POSSIBLY CAN!!!!!! LOVE ME THE MOST I NEED TO BE THE ONLY THING IN YOUR MIND