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[aevumelle]

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[aevumelle]

Hi!! :D

I found your account not long ago and I absolutely LOVE IT!! I was wondering if the idea of ​​Pigsy taking in a homeless teenager because he's seen her hanging around the neighborhood for several weeks interests you??

Have a nice day <33

yo this fic is LONG!! but thats only bc found family takes a long time.ok. the fic is complete, but i might split it into two parts and link the second part here n stuff. but for now, take this gigantic constitution worth of a fic

im assuming u want she/her prns from ur request, but srry if i barely used them bc i normally write in 2nd person ∑(°口°๑) anywayy...!!!

Found at closing time (Pigsy & reader)

Type: found family, slight hurt/comfort?)

Characters: Pigsy, Tang, MK, Mei

Pairing(s): literallu everyone is platonic w eachother

Pigsy was never particularly social, but people watching was something he’d subconsciously partake in. He couldn’t help but note the cars that raced by, the noisy dogs outside, the neighborhood kids and their soccer games…there was always something new outside.

However, there was one person who remained constant.

The first time he saw you was when you were standing by the restaurant across his own, getting hollered at by an employee for loitering. Pigsy shrugged it off, thinking it’s just what teens do. ‘Some parents, letting a kid stay out so late…’

But by the next encounter, he realized that you weren’t quite like the other carefree neighborhood kids. A week after seeing you that first time, on his drive to work he noticed you sitting on a bench. ‘Hm, same kid.’ He thought.

On the way back home after his shift, he glanced out the window, and he was baffled at the sight of you on the same bench. His shift was twelve hours.

Perhaps you got up in between that long span of time…Though the fact that you were in the same clothes didn’t help your case.

For the following month, he’d catch you resting in unconventional places or getting kicked out for standing around. Pigsy hated watching people be rude, he wanted to storm in and give them a piece of his mind; but the noodle shop was constantly bustling with orders, he could barely manage a lunch break on most days.

Once he was certain that you were in fact homeless, the pig demon found himself waiting for you, keeping his eyes peeled for you. Everytime he’d attempt to bring you some food or just…approach you, you’d just happen to slip away the moment he stepped outside, completely unaware someone was determined to come in your aid.

You ended up disappearing for a long time, about a few weeks. he had no clue where you’d run off to, or if you were even somewhere safe. He could only hope you found someplace better to stay.

Despite that, he never stopped looking out for you.

…

“Thank you, take care.” Pigsy grunted as he waved off the last customer. The moment they left, his polite smile dropped instantly.

‘Finally,’ he thought. It was currently 10pm. After a tiring 12 hour shift, he was ready to clock out for the night.

The chef stepped outside to unplug the open sign’s lights, grumbling and struggling to rip it out of the outlet. Looks like it was jammed…again.

“Damn piece of junk!” He yammered, but paused when he heard the noise of rustling.

His head turned to the alleyway where the dumpster was; the noise seemed to have come from there.

Pigsy cautiously approached the back alley. When he got close enough, he was able to make out a small figure in the dark. A small, human figure. He let out a sigh of relief. ‘Phew, just a kid.’

“Heeey, kiddo…what’re you doing out so late?” Pigsy asked you, his voice soft. You looked up at him curiously, seemingly just woken up. When you shifted slightly, your face was revealed by the light.

He paused momentarily. 'Took you long enough,’

He noticed your scared expression and spoke up. “It’s you! I've seen you around this place.”

Upon your silence, the pig demon continued. “I, uh, you know…if you’re hungry, I’ve got some extra noodles out back…” Pigsy gestured to the well-lit noodle restaurant beside the both of you.

You looked up at him inquisitively; on one hand, stranger danger was a thing. Your gaze moved to the window of the noodle shop, where you could see the glowing logo. On the other hand…Pigsy’s Noodles…wasn’t this the place where the famous Monkie Kid worked?

“Okay…I’ll come inside.” You said timidly, standing up from the pavement.

Pigsy let out a sigh of relief, grateful he didn’t scare you off. “Alright, this way then.”

You were sat on one of the bar stools across the counter where the kitchen was. The moment you stepped foot inside Pigsy’s noodles, a feeling of comfort washed over you. Every other night you were cold with no company. Luckily, tonight would be spent somewhere warm and maybe even safe.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the clinking of a platter, and the pig demon from earlier walked in front of you. He set down a bowl of noodles in front of you with a fork. It smelled absolutely divine, and NOT because you resided by trashcans. This food looked genuinely good.

He murmured something but you didn’t exactly hear it, you were too invested in the noodles in front of you. It tasted like food from the pearly gates of the celestial realm!! Although, you felt kinda bad for just eating so you looked up at the chef after you ate like half of it.

You cleared your throat. “Um…thanks for the food…” You trailed off, glancing at the logo on the wall. “…Mr. Pigsy. Oh, and I'm [Name] by the way."

The pig demon looked at you from over his shoulder, he was washing dishes at the sink. “Of course, anytime [Name].” He said gruffly.

“Sooo, I thought you’d just give me whatever leftover orders you had. But this looks like you cooked it just now,” You smiled, making an attempt at conversation. “Did you do all that for me?”

Pigsy choked, quickly looking back down at the plate he was scrubbing. “I’ve seen you wandering the streets for a while now. Figured it’d be a nice gesture.”

“Oooh, well thanks for being so nice!” As you rummaged through your small bag, you pulled out whatever crumpled up bills you could find, hoping it would be enough. “Anyway, I hope this covers my meal!”

Pigsy turned around to look at the money placed on the counter and slid it back to you. “Oh, there’s no need, it’s on the house.”

“Whuh, really?” Looking up at him hopefully, you eagerly picked your fork back up. “That’s a relief ‘cause I think I only have enough to pay for half of this and it’s really good!!”

Pigsy chuckled, but as you continued eating, he felt a little saddened at the underlying implicit--you didn’t have much.

“I’m glad you like my cooking.” He looked to the side for a moment. “You know…if you’re ever hungry, you can always drop by here. Or if you need a place to stay.”

“Really? You give anyone free food?”

“Nah, just whoever needs it.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, thanks again Mr. Pigsy!” You said appreciatively and ate more of your noodles. Pigsy seemed kind under his tough exterior, so you wanted to continue the conversation.

...

“Um. If you had one wish what would you wish for."

He snorted. "Wh- I dunno, maybe a bigger house?"

"Woah do you have a family or something? If-If I can ask, of course!" You backtracked, not wanting to pry.

"Eh, something like that...What would you wish for?"

You thought for a moment. "Infinite money! Maybe I'd buy a ball pit with that, and a slide too!!"

His voice lowered and he said fondly, "You remind me of my kid."

"Sorry..." You froze, thinking you said the wrong thing. Pigsy stopped washing dishes, snickering. "Pfft—he's not dead or something, I didn't mean it like that!"

"Ohhhh." You stopped eating to laugh as well.

The two of you chatted about random things for a while until your bowl was empty.

After saying your farewells, you got up from your stool and Pigsy hurried around the corner of the counter to catch up with you.

“Sure you don’t want seconds?” At the shake of your head, his worry didn’t cease. “It’s pretty late out though, where are you gonna stay?”

You paused and turned to look at him. “I, uhhh…I dunno, wherever doesn’t get me in trouble for loitering?” You mumbled sheepishly.

“That’s dangerous, you don’t exactly know who’s out there.” Pigsy realized he might be acting too pushy, so he stepped back. “Look, I’ve got an offer for you…There’s an extra apartment upstairs above the restaurant. My delivery guy uses it, but he’s not here tonight. You can stay there if you’d like.”

You smiled in admiration of the possibility. Having a roof and bed was pretty foreign to you!

Pigsy grew anxious at your silence. “If you know who the Monkie kid is, that’s actually where he lives so it’s totally safe—“

“Yeah sure I’ll take it!!”

He relax at your agreement. “Wow. Okay. I’ll go…plug in the air mattress.”

It was pretty cool to be standing inside a micro-celebrity’s home. You gazed at the hero's stuff curiously. There were monkey cop posters lined up on the walls, monkey king figurines on the shelves, as well as a monkey plushie on the bed.

Pigsy groaned as he kicked away piles of comics on the floor while the air mattress inflated. “Darn kid, never cleaning up after himself…Sorry about the mess."

You giggled. “Oh my gosh are you the Monkie Kid's dad?”

“Yeah, I raised MK. But he clearly didn’t inherit my tidiness-“

“That’s okay!” You reassured. “At least he grew up to take care of others just like you.”

Pigsy froze, thinking about what you said. He never really thought of himself as a big hero, despite saving Megapolis countless times with his friends. Sure his fighting skills were good, but MK was successor to THE Monkey King, if not “the chosen one.” And that was great, he was very proud of his son. But whenever he looked at him, he just saw the baby he raised. It never occured to him that maybe, this heroic, pure-hearted boy was a result of his own parenting.

Until now, thanks to you.

A proud smile emerged on Pigsy’s face, and suddenly the air mattress looked real interesting. He looked away, gave the top of your head a quick pat, and muttered, “Thanks…kid.”

After he left, you were lying on the soft blanket and pillows he gave you. It was dark and quiet, but not unsafe.

‘It’s nice here,’ you thought. ‘I wonder why Mr. Pigsy’s so nice to me. Especially since he’s famous! Sorta…’ You realized you hadn’t heard of him often compared to MK the Monkie Kid.

You curled up underneath the blanket further, seeking its warmth. ‘He didn’t really act all snooty like a lot of influencers do. Then again…that’s probably ‘cause he’s not an influencer, he’s a hero! …My hero.’

Your eyelids started to feel heavy; For once, you didn’t have to go to sleep sad and hungry. You let yourself drift off into a peaceful slumber.

-

The next morning, Pigsy was whipping up dishes as people called in with their orders.

The thing is, he totally would've invited you to stay at his house, but he was afraid it would be too forward, why would you trust a demon like him?

It was also because MK was having a sleepover with Mei, and their hangouts tended to last 48 hours max. Partying all night, sleeping in all day--as useful as that was last night, it was starting to become more annoying by every passing minute. MK was late, and who else would deliver these noodles?

“Oh Pigsyy, where are my dumplings!!” Tang called obnoxiously from the counter.

Pigsy grumbled, carefully setting a bowl of noodles with some extra sauce packets into a bag. “Scram, ya freeloader! There’s already tons of orders and MK ain't even here to deliver ‘em!!”

Tang chuckled, he was just a ragebaiter at heart. Though, little did Pigsy know, MK was not far from arrival.

Upstairs where you were sleeping soundly, the window busted open and MK slid on the floor. "And he sticks the landing!!" He got up and dusted himself off, shrinking his staff.

"Morning, plushies! And good morning to you too, random kid on my extra mattress! Oh, oh, and good morning to...wait…”

The hero paused and moved his gaze from his stuff, to the dozing teenager in front of him.

"AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!" He shrieked, before realizing you were sleeping. His voice lowered into a whisper-yell: "I gotta tell Pigsy!!!"

Somehow, you didn’t wake up when MK tripped over his comics or slammed the door open. Or when he stomped down the stairs, screaming all the while.

“PIGSYYYYY!!!” MK stopped in his tracks with an abrupt screech, Pigsy fuming in front of him.

“Goddamn it MK!!! What is it?! What could possibly have you making such a ruckus! You’re gonna wake up—oh.”

The steam coming from Pigsy’s ears evaporated as soon as he realized the real issue. “Yeah, so. About the kid.” He smiled diffidently.

“What kid?” Tang chimed in.

"G'morning Mr. Tang!" MK waved to him and the scholar waved back, while Pigsy took a breath.

The pig demon took the next minute to explain you were a homeless teenager he’d been noticing for weeks. How he saw you sleeping in strange places, but never somewhere comfortable, and you were always alone.

“And I let [Name] take the room upstairs ‘cause you weren’t home. I was gonna wake the kid up before you came, but I figured you’d come later.”

That wasn’t the full truth; you just looked so relaxed sleeping that Pigsy purposely didn’t wake you…!

“Yeah, uh, Mei had to end the hangout early ‘cause her parents got back too soon…” MK said quietly.

“Ohh, poor kid,” Tang sympathized with you since he listened to Pigsy’s whole explanation. The chef nodded in agreement, and they both conversed further about it.

As opposed to MK’s usual loudness, right now he was silent. He tuned out the chatter once he zoned out.

Pigsy’s words sunk in, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of understanding. After all, he had a similar upbringing; Pigsy took him in when he was a small, abandoned child. Unfortunately, you weren’t as lucky, and you were a whole teen on the streets. He felt some heartache himself just hearing that.

He wondered if he’d end up like you if he wasn’t adopted at a young age.

MK's thoughts got cut off when the door bursted open. “Heyyy guys!” The dragon girl had her hand on her hip in the entrance.

“MEI!!!” MK pounced onto her in a hug.

Pigsy and Tang glanced between the two best friends. “Didn’t you two just hang out?”

“Duh,” said Mei and MK simultaneously, the former shutting the door and walking further inside. The two elders decided to ignore their antics.

“Whatever, not important!” Pigsy argued. “We’ve got to discuss [Name]’s living situation now that MK’s back!”

“Who’s [Name]?” Mei tilted her head curiously.

Pigsy groaned.

“She’s homeless.” Tang said in a hushed tone.

“Huh?" Mei asked again.

“She’s HOMELESS!!” MK blurted albeit loudly.

“Whuh…me…?” Each of the four turned at the sound coming from the other doorway, the one that lead to the stairs. You stood in the doorframe, sleepily rubbing your eye. You already freshened up in MK’s bathroom, so you didn’t look too disheveled.

Tang gave MK a jab in the arm for the rude exclamation, earning a strained “Ow!” from the latter.

Mei rushed to your side and put her arm around you. “Don’t worry [Name]! I’ll buy you a house!!” She was very friendly for someone who met you three seconds ago.

"Oh yeah, Mei’s like RICH!!" MK added.

"Wh- NO!" Pigsy sputtered.

"Aww, but why not?" The younger two asked Pigsy.

"Because, because uhhh..."

Tang pushed his glasses up. "Because teenagers legally can’t live alone."

"Yeah, what he said!" Pigsy nodded furiously.

"Shucks...I guess we're roomies now!" MK wrapped his arm round your other shoulder.

“No, none of that either!” The pig argued back.

You looked at the boy on your left and the girl on your right. It took a second to recognize it was MK the Monkie Kid, and Mei the famous streamer/heir to the dragon family. Even the random dude eating food looked familiar.

“I’m MK by the way, and these are my friends!” He gestured to everyone before him.

“I think I’ve seen you people on TV a few times” You said with a smile.

“Oho, are you a fan?” The hero grinned.

“Uh, I wouldn’t say that…”

Mei snickered at MK being humbled, Pigsy only tapped his foot impatiently.

Tang noticed his old friend’s underlying apprehensiveness from when they talked earlier. “Hi [Name].” He greeted you pleasantly. “Pigsy told me a few things about you, you like the noodles here right?”

You nodded. “Yup, this place is my new favorite restaurant ever!”

“It’s mine too.” He smiled. “I’m Tang, by the way. I wanted to ask if you’d be comfortable staying with me and Pigsy.”

You paused. Woah.

Was this…really happening to you?

“We’ve got our own apartment 5 minutes away from here, and think about it like this: there’ll be loads of free noodles!”

Your gaze locked onto the floor timidly. “Is it really okay with you?”

“Of course, we can’t just leave someone in need.” Tang answered.

You looked up at the pig demon. “Mr. Pigsy?”

MK and Mei turned to him, seemingly invested.

Pigsy took his chef hat off and held it in his clawed-hands. “Of course.”

You could feel your eyes getting wet, so you looked away again. “Then…I’ll stay with you! Thank you so, so much.” Without thinking, you hugged Pigsy.

He smiled softly and rested his hand on your head. “You’re welcome.”

After that heartwarming day, your life became much better. The guest room in Pigsy and Tang’s house became your bedroom, and they let you decorate it how you liked. As much as you reminded Pigsy of MK, one thing different he loved about you was how you were a better listener. He tried to pass on his family recipes to his son, but growing up, MK was messy. Following precise directions was super difficult for him.

You on the other hand, you could listen attentively and actually know the difference between 1/2 and 1/4 cups.

There were times where you really didn’t care about cooking, but it was spending time with Pigsy that you looked up to.

MK and Mei took you out all the time and let you experience the youthful fun you missed out on. Mei would buy you clothes and makeup and literally everything while shopping, and you felt super bad about it, but Mk reassured you that she does that to him too, and she’s crazy loaded anyway.

But there was one thing that felt wrong; as fun as this new life was, you felt like you were being kinda…useless. While everyone was fighting demons, you’d stay home doing nothing. And you couldn’t just magically learn fighting skills, so an easier option was…

“I wanna work for you.”

“What?” Pigsy looked down quizzically at your small figure holding a broom. It was Monday morning before any customers even called in.

“I saaaid…I wanna work for you!! I can’t just sit around all day, especially after you’ve done so much for me!” You rambled as you already began sweeping up all the dirt on the floor.

Pigsy hovered over you as you cleaned. “You need rest [Name], starving for so long’s made ya weak.”

“I’ve basically recovered, so just gimme a chance! Pretty please?”

He let out a long sigh (albeit secretly happy with your determination to prove yourself.)“Alright, if you insist. But no delivery.”

“Aww!”

He shrugged and ruffled your hair. “Give it a few years.”

For the next few hours, you swept and re-swept the floors everytime a customer would trudge over all your hard work; but you didn’t mind very much, at least you looked useful! You wiped down the counters and tables and cleaned out the fridge.

The restaurant looked cleaner than it ever did in ages. There was never a janitor here in the first place, only MK who’d sweep every 5 months and Pigsy’s old knees to bend down and pick up stuff. So when MK, Mei and Tang visited later at night, they were gawking at the shining floor and walls.

MK whistled at the cleanliness. “Damn, [Name]! Looking good!”

“Yeah, perioddd!!” Mei squealed.

You looked away bashfully at the hype you got from your friends. “Thanks guys!”

Pigsy was behind the cash register. He held out a few bills for you to take. “Here you go kiddo.”

“Huh?!” Your eyes darted between him and the money.

“Wow, your first payment, you should feel accomplished.” Tang patted your head.

“I…I can’t accept this.” MK, Mei, and Tang’s looks of admiration faltered.

“What?!” Pigsy said. “Why?”

“I only wanted to work so I could pay you back.” You answered simply.

“Look kid, I get that you wanna be polite ‘n all, but you don’t have to give something in return all the time.” The chef held the money more forward. “Besides, you worked for hours today, it’d be child labor if I didn’t pay you.”

You had a courageous look in your eyes. “No! It’s your money Pigsy!!”

“Really. Then what’s that?” He pointed at something behind you. Once you turned around, he shoved the money in your bag on the counter.

The sound of it prompted you to turn around harshly and notice the money stuffed inside. You snatched the money out of there and, well…cue the fight.

The other three’s eyes flicked back and forth to you and Pigsy, while the both of you pushed back and forth on who would keep the money. Mei and MK snickered.

“This is gonna be a long week.” Tang muttered.

“Easy for you to say, you’re gonna be eating during all of this,” Mei remarked.

-

You could say the following week went smoothly, if you talked about how fast you were to open the door for a customer, answer the phone, and load the dishwasher—buuut… if you mentioned the nightly clashes and bargaining between you and Pigsy, then…not so much.

Ever since your little tussle on Monday, both you and Pigsy’s motivations remained unfettered. Every day you’d have these little battles of trying to give each other the money. You’d suddenly find extra yuan bills in your pocket, and then Pigsy would find those same bills back in the cash register when counting up the day’s earnings. The two of you were going back and forth on this, and neither was letting up.

It was Friday night now, and the chef was putting away chopsticks when he opened a drawer, and there was a ton of money stuffed inside.

“[NAME]! Get down here!”

“Whyyy?! We’re watching a movie!”

“I SAID GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!!!”

You ran down the stairs and walked up to the counter.

“Explain this!” He gestured to the open drawer.

“Oh, that’s just your money.” You cheekily put emphasis on it being his.

“Kid, that ain’t true and you know it! You gotta stop putting yer money in weird places!”

The two of you erupted into bickering once again, which called down your usual gossip-obsessed audience. Mei, MK, and Tang all peeked at the scene from the doorway.

“Last time you put it in my shoe!” Pigsy accused.

“YOU put it under my pillow!!” You retorted.

He sputtered. “That was the tooth fairy…?”

“Teens don’t even lose teeth DAD.”

You felt your stomach drop. The room went dead silent. No laughter from Mei or MK, and no witty comment from Tang. Your brain rushed with thoughts in panic, trying to come up with something to say.

Suddenly, the phone rang, its chime cutting through the room harshly.

“I should take that.” Pigsy uttered quickly and walked into the other room where it came from.

Now you wanted to crumble in embarrassment. You groaned, covering your face.

“[Name], you good?” MK poked you.

You flinched when you heard him behind you, so everyone was watching the whole time?!! That made things 10x worse!!

You jumped to explain yourself turning to your friends. “Okay, so maybe I see Mr. Pigsy as a father figure, but what else was I supposed to see him as?!!” You almost hyperventilated.

“Aww, chillax [Nickname], even I see him as one!” Mei rubbed your back comfortingly.

You looked up at Mei, and then MK. “Well, yeah, I know he’s you guys’ dad too, but…it’s different when it’s you!!”

“How come?” Tang inquired.

“Mr. Pigsy’s known them since forever,” you turned to the scholar. “So obviously he’d be fine with them seeing him as…that.”

“Pffft, you seriously don’t think he’d be fine with you seeing him as a dad?” MK asked with a lighthearted tone, though he kept his voice soft.

You shook your head, so Tang looked to the side dramatically. “Then I’ve something to share. Ahem…”

Mei whispered exasperatedly. “Looks like Tang’s gonna get all monologue-y.”

“Something I’ve noticed about Pigsy is that he’s pretty observant for a tough looking guy. I’d see him staring out the window everyday like sonder was apart of his daily routine…”

Tang’s narration painted a picture in your mind; Pigsy cooking in the kitchen, looking out the window above the sink while Tang watched from the counter stools.

“I remember at one point he’d be really focused when looking outside. Like he wasn’t just looking at people, he was looking for someone. One day, he was more klutzy than usual, so I asked him what the matter was,”

“It’s nothing, I told you…” Pigsy murmured as he picked up the spoons he dropped on the floor.

Tang bent down to help pick them up. “Pigsyy, you’re lying~”

“Hmph, I guess you’re pretty observant then.”

“Maybe not as observant as you, since you seem to be fixated on something outside.”

The pig demon bit the inside of his cheek, contemplating how to word this.

“There’s this teen I keep seeing out and about. And I’m just…worried. I don’t think she’s got a home.”

Tang hummed in response. “Maybe you should invite her inside, offer a free meal?”

“I know, it’s just…I’m pretty scary-looking, Tang.”

“Wh-Don’t say that!!”

“Just face it, I’m a pig demon. And the reincarnate of Zhu Ganglie.”

“Technically Zhu Baije,” The scholar corrected.

Pigsy rolled his eyes. “Still scary…”

By now they’d collected all the stray utensils and set the tray of them back on the counter. “Well I don’t think you’re scary, not in the slightest! Scary people don’t make heavenly noodles—or let their old buddy eat for free.” He teased.

Pigsy scoffed. “Don’t remind me.” But a smile was clearly on his face. “Anyway, you’re probably right. I should invite that kid inside, it’s the right thing to do.”

He peered out the window again, but his face fell upon realizing you’d disappeared. “Shucks, she’s gone.”

Tang put a hand on the demon’s shoulder and squeezed it. “Hm…maybe next time.

“So Mr. Pigsy’s cared about me for all this time? That’s so long!” You marveled once Tang finished his story.

“Yup! And that was just ONE time Pigsy was looking for you.”

“Awww!” MK and Mei cooed at the sweet story. You felt a warm feeling inside, your embarrassment from the vulnerability earlier now mostly faded, and replaced with filial love.

Back when you were on the streets, you always felt unsafe, like someone could strike at any moment. If only you knew that someone was watching your back all along from afar.

“Does that mean he’ll let me be his kid?” You asked aspiringly, looking between the three in front of you.

“Yeah, why else would he learn to cook your favorite foods?” Mei grinned.

“And, I mean, he doesn’t just hire anyone.” MK winked.

“Well that explains why this place is clinically understaffed,” Tang said matter-of-factly, interrupting the hopeful moment. MK and Mei bashed the nerd for that and blabbered about how he sucks, but your brain tuned their chatter out. There was something you needed to do.

You ran into the kitchen to the extra storage room, where the phone was on a table. Pigsy went there initially to pick up a call, but he hadn’t come out after that.

You creaked the door open, peeking inside. “Mr. Pigsy?” You asked timidly, and you noticed him still on the phone. Oh phew, guess he was just dealing with some cranky customer and not purposely hiding from you.

Perfect timing though, because he just hung up the call. “Heeey kiddo…” He said with an awkwardly grin.

“Um. Sorry for calling you dad I guess” You said bluntly.

“Hey, wait-It’s okay. I mean, I call you ‘kid’.” He reasoned, walking up to you.

“Yeah…” You inhaled a deep breath, sucking in all your fear.

“I’m sorry for bargaining with you so much I just feel bad for staying at your place all the time, I mean you yell at Tang for freeloading all the time, so does that mean you feel the same about me?” You had to take a breather after rambling so much.

Pigsy blinked. “That’s just me and Tang’s relationship, we argue.” He smiled in amusement. “Seriously, don’t worry about it! Unlike me and Tang, It’s not like you and I fight for real.”

“Yeah…we don’t.” Looking back on those silly hiding spots the money would end up in, you felt a smile creeping up on your face too. But you wouldn’t laugh just yet. “I still mean it though…I just feel like I’m not doing enough.”

“Kid, you being here is enough.”

As soon as he said that, your gaze left the floor and you looked him in the eyes.

“You don’t owe me anything. You’ll understand this someday, but when you’ve got your own kid, seeing them grow is a pride in itself.” He squeezed your shoulder.

“It’ll be the smallest of things that make me proud, whether it’s seeing you cook your own food or…when you use some big fancy word. I dunno, this stuff’s so confusing…” He admitted that last part sheepishly.

“Point is. You’re my kid and I love ya. Don’t feel bad for seeing me as family, ‘cause we are one.”

You hadn’t realized it, but tears were bubbling up in your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. Pigsy pulled you into a hug, it was the safest you’d ever felt in your life—in the arms of your father.

-

You and Pigsy had decided on a new system, he’d pay you a bit less, just enough so you could have your own pocket money; and you’d work less hours so you weren’t spending all day there.

The weekend afterwards was a blast, MK and Mei took you out again like every other weekend, so you returned to the restaurant exhausted (from a day of fun, of course!)

The bell jingled upon your arrival, as you held the door open for MK and Mei to walk in. “We’re baaack!” MK shouted.

Tang flinched at the sudden shout. “Greaaat…Oh! [Name], over here!”

You tilted your head, walking up to the scholar, “Yeahhh?”

“I’ve got a surprise, go get Pigsy!”

“DAD!” Both you and MK called in unison.

“I’m comin’, geez!”

When Pigsy came around the counter to where everyone was, he stood beside Tang. Tang was sitting on one of the stools. “You guys ready?”

“For what?” Mei asked excitedly.

Tang opened up a folder on the counter and revealed papers with fine print on them, a line to put your signature, and…

“Adoption papers?” You asked in awe.

“Duh, wanna make things official?” Tang asked, holding out a pen.

Before you could respond, Pigsy snatched the pen and scribbled his messy signature onto the paper. “Wha-Pigsyyy! What if [Name] doesn’t wanna be our kid?” He laughed.

“Yeah yeah, you’ve got no choice.” He snorted, holding out the pen for you to take.

“Aw yeah, you’re stuck with us forever [Name]!” MK laughed.”

“Yeah, legally bound!!” Mei added.

You looked at everyone, MK, Mei, Tang, and Pigsy, (and took the pen from your father; He had the softest smile of all. It was up to you now. You hovered over the paper slightly, the pen gliding across the printed line.

At long last, you had found your family.

[aevumelle]

I don't really have a request but I really wanted to say that I love your lmk fics SO MUCH and I love how you write!! 'Soft' was adorable, thank you so much for writing it <3

tysm ur so kind! 🥹🥹

[aevumelle]

Hello ^^

It was to see if you had seen my request for homeless reader that I sent about a month ago or if I had to do it again.

Have a nice day/evening :D

OMG im so sorry i just opened the app after a long time assuming i probably didnt get any requests but i just saw some now, so i feel really bad 😭😭

but i LOVE the request u gave, pigsy is so cute he's like my fav 🥹 i'll write it asap, and this also goes for the other ppl who requested heh....again srry not used to this app....!!

[aevumelle]

red son sprites i made for a rlly bad animation on tt ૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა

also made this bc i love making lil spreads w my art 🥹🥹⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

he's so cool (ᐢ⸝⸝>̶̥̥̥᷄ ·̫ <̶̥̥̥᷅⸝⸝ᐢ)

[aevumelle]

studying with tang!

(tang & artist!reader) 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯

Type: Oneshot, platonic, found family, father figure

Pairing(s): Tang & Reader

Reader's Pronouns: They/Them

Context: Reader is a good artist but struggles in school. Tang must tutor them.

enjoyyy (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

“Tutoring? Seriously?” You asked in confusion. “I don’t want help!”

“Now why not? I’m an excellent tutor!” Tang said proudly.

“You’re gonna get mad at me when I don’t get it…” You replied.

Tang scoffed. “I would never! That’s no way to teach.”

“Tell that to my teachers…” You remarked in annoyance.

Yeesh, the education system these days was way worse than he thought…

Currently the two of you were sat at the big dining table with papers sprawled out in front of you. Upon noticing your irregular academic performance, being the big nerd he was, he was eager to help you out.

“So what’s your test tomorrow on?”

You blinked. “I have a test?”

The scholar gasped dramatically. “[FULL NAME]!” You winced. “I know because I checked your school email! If you’re not ahead of your schedule, how can you expect to do well on ANY of your schoolwork?!”

“I don’t.” Twirling your pen around absentmindedly, you continued. “I don’t care for school at all.”

“But—but your education is so important!” Tang protested, sputtering at your unimpressed look. “Knowledge is the one thing that can’t be stolen from you.”

Your demeanor didn’t change. He sighed, knowing it wasn’t that you didn’t care, rather you just couldn’t. “You’ll realize it someday. Just tell me, do you remember what test you have tomorrow?”

“Err…” You paused in thought before speaking up. “Science.”

“Science? Girl, that’s easy!” The man bubbled.

Gosh, Mei was really rubbing off on him, you cringed.

“Please don’t talk like that ever again.” You narrowed your eyes. “Anyways, science is total CHEEKS!”

Tang tilted his head and asked how so.

“Today, one person was snoring away and three people were playing games on their chromebooks. And two other kids were doing a try-not-to-laugh challenge with water in their cheeks even though they sit on opposite sides of the room.” You grimaced at the thought of their ‘funny faces’ before continuing.

“One of them whose desk is right next to the teacher’s MIND YOU, spat out water all over her desk when she burst out laughing. I couldn’t help but smile a little ‘cause it was funny as hell. But then my stupid science teacher called me out in front of everyone for SMILING, and said ‘Something funny?’ as if I were the only one misbehaving!!”

As you rambled you seemed genuinely angry but Tang just laughed.

“Point is, I couldn’t focus and science sucks!”

“Blame the teacher, not the subject!” Your dad chuckled, his voice filled with amusement. “But now I get why you’re struggling. Pigsy and I really oughta switch your school…” He muttered that last part. “But in the meantime, let’s focus on teaching you science.”

You begrudgingly flipped open your packet to the current unit.

The scholar started trying to teach you by explaining everything. It just felt like a college lecture now. You couldn’t help but zone out, until a pair of snapping fingers in your face woke you up.

“Yoohoo, eyes on me kiddo! Now tell me what’s decomposition?”

“Um. I dunno.” You admitted sheepishly.

Tang gave you an unimpressed look. “We won’t get anywhere if you don’t focus, [Name]!”

“I knowww, I’m trying!!” You whined before slumping into your chair in discouragement. “It’s just sooo boring, I can’t help but zone out…”

Tang sighed, but not because he was disappointed in you. If he wasn’t able to teach you, then he was the real failure.

As he thought to himself on what to do and the silence continued, his eyes drifted to a little doodle in the corner of a page. It was some cartoon hero, spiderman maybe?

He perked up, an epiphany entering his mind…You were a lot like MK. Maybe he’d teach you with a similar method?

“Hey, that’s pretty neat.” He pointed at the drawing.

You slammed your hand over the drawing as you felt your cheeks flush. You forgot it was there.

Tang chuckled. “Come on, no need to hide it. I think you’re really good.”

He lifted your wrist from the paper and appeared to be writing something next to the drawing.

“Mr. Tang?” You arose from your seat and tried to get a better look at what he was doing.

When he released your hand and put the pencil down, the drawing was untampered with. Rather, a little speech bubble next to it was revealed.

“Decomposition is a chemical reaction where a complex compound breaks into two simpler substances.” You read before looking up at your smirking father.

“Heeey, Spiderman wouldn’t say it like that!” You giggled and erased what your dad put, and wrote something else instead.

Tang looked down and read it in his mind, it now said “Decomposition is when a big guy breaks into two tiny guys. Gross!!!”

“See, that’s way more in character!” You grinned. “Spiderman’s super goofy.”

Your tutor gasped. This will do! When he covered the drawing, you hummed in confusion.

“Say it without looking!” He exclaimed.

“What? Decomposition? Uhhh…” You paused. “It’s when a big compound breaks into two?”

Tang practically squealed. “YOU DID IT! You studied!” He patted your head.

“Huh?”

“You memorized the term AND explained it in your own words.” He pointed to the drawing’s little speech bubble.

“Oh…I did. It’s that easy?” You asked, bewildered as you fiddled with your pen.

“It is now that we’ve found your study method!!” Tang piped up and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “Here’s how we’re gonna do this…”

For the next hour, Tang would teach you a paragraph. You’d then make a small doodle about it or a character saying it in simpler terms; And later you both had found out that drawing WHILE listening helped you focus, so drawing while he would explain just sped things up even more!

You both were having a lot of fun, Tang even made a few horrible drawings himself.

“What’s that supposed to be?” You laughed and pointed at some sharp scribbles in a shape you couldn’t quite make out.

“Ugh, it’s Red Son!!” Your father argued lightheartedly.

“Hehe, lemme do it!”

You drew a better version of the red boy with his hair lighting up on fire like it always did when he was angry. He had a little speech bubble yelling “NOODLE BOY!!!”

That was supposed to be an example of the chemical reaction, combustion!

As you drew Red Son's little glasses, Tang started putting your other papers back in your folder.

“Wait, what’re you doing now?” You looked up curiously.

“That was the last term in the study guide.” He answered with a smile. “I’d encourage some light review, but it is getting pretty late…”

“Nooo!” You cried. “This was really fun!!

“Does this mean you like studying?” Tang’s eyes lit up with stars.

“Yeaaah, I guess…” You chuckled. “But don’t take me for some nerd.”

“If you’re begging to study more, I think you really are my kid.”

You looked a bit annoyed at that and focused on putting your stuff away.

“Aw, you tired?” The scholar questioned your sudden change in attitude.

You closed your folder and looked up at him. “As much as I like being smart ‘n stuff…I’m kinda scared I’ll lose my passion for art.”

“That’ll never happen if your whole study method is drawing!”

“I guess, but…” Your gaze drifted to that interesting spot on the wall.

“But…?” Tang urged you to continue.

“I can’t help but think…losing my love for art is inevitable. It’ll happen for sure in a world where logic is prioritized and art is being left behind…”

You didn’t mean to be negative like this, it’s just that this was a reason you didn’t want to study and you’d never spoken up about it.

Tang put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed it. “I know the world seems that way right now, but you don’t have to let societal norms confine you.” He gave you a fond look when your eyes met his. “To be honest, I think creativity is just as important as intelligence.”

“Because anyone has the potential to memorize what’s been given, but not everyone has the ability to imagine something new.”

You looked up at him in admiration. He really had a way with words...

Perhaps if you worked hard, you could have that too.

“I’m just saying,” He continued. “Your creativity is a gift. Don’t let the world take it away, go against what they say. I mean, isn’t that what art’s all about?”

“Expressing yourself,” you answered.

“Exactly.” He gave you one last squeeze before drawing his hand back and getting up from his seat.

“You know, I really think you’re talented. Your drawings are amazing for your age, and you even put effort into making characters sound like themselves…you know that I won’t love you any less if you do bad on that test. I know my kid’s going places.”

Before he could leave the room, you ran up and hugged him from behind. “Thanks, dad.”

He smiled and turned around, placing a hand in your hair. “Anytime.”

✎﹏﹏﹏♡

The next morning at breakfast, you were reviewing your study guide with all your little doodles on the sides of the paper.

Pigsy set some breakfast down in front of you, but you didn’t really hear what he said because you were so focused.

The delicious aroma soon entered your nose and you noticed eggs on your plate. You looked over at Pigsy who was cooking more for Tang.

“Dadsy, that’s combustion!” You said excitedly.

Pigsy snorted. “What?

“It’s a chemical reaction where they um…use heat!”

“Nerd.” He teased.

You just giggled, you were fine with being called that. It was something you could agree to.

Maybe you’d use that example on the test, frying eggs. You couldn’t exactly use The Flame Prince getting angry…

Yeah, that would do.

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a/n : guys i hope the fic isnt ooc srry if it is…

anyway i wanted to say here, those two paragraphs about reader’s chaotic science class are a true story if it wasn’t obvious 😭 lil storytime, last year in 8th grade when i was in that chemical reactions unit, my classmates would be doing weird stuff in class ALL the time, it wasnt exaggerated for the fic at all. i deadass got in trouble for SMILING. yes, for SMILING at the chaos. the teacher called me out in front of everyone and asked “something funny?” i quickly lied and said it was bc i “love this unit.” surprisingly she believed me…but right after that i just ranted in me and my gf’s shared temu cinnamorroll notebook about how our teacher SUCKS.

but thats it tho heh i just added that self-indulgent part bc i do that in a lot of my fics. ok later taters!

p.s the title is a reference to that s3 episode “cooking with chang’e” (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

[aevumelle]

HOLLY MOLLY A LMK WRITER WHOS WORKS ARENT FROM TWO YEARS AGO?? YOOOOO

sup pookie, just wondering If you take asks rn or no? Also if yes, what characters do you write for? What scenarios do you usually like writing?

Really like your work and I just wanted to ask a few questions before sending any requests (hope this is not overwhelming)

Good luck! Byee!

OMG!!! my first ask!! 🥹🥹🥹

yes i was planning on taking requests, i was gonna post the criteria for that after i posted more fics! but the fact that someone asked even though i havent posted much makes me so happy…..

to summarize the criteria, im mainly gonna be posting platonic/family x reader fics here! the reader can be any gender. and i do oneshots and headcanons.

i might take some romantic x reader requests, i would just warn people bc im still learning how to write that. im a bit better when it comes to platonic stuff.

for lego monkie kid i’ll write for most of the characters in seasons 1-3, since i havent watched 4 and 5 yet! (but not jin and yin or the spider demons)

and for scenarios i LOVE doing comfort, but i also like doing ones where the reader has a specific cool trait. like right now, im writing one where the reader is a magical girl!! another example of something im planning to write is “goth!teen!reader as macaque’s successor”

dont worry u werent overwhelming at all and let me know if u need more info (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ‹𝟹

[aevumelle]

soft (pigsy & sensitive!reader) ໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝⸝ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ⌑ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀⸝⸝⸝꒱ྀི১

Type: Oneshot, platonic, found family, father figure, hurt/comfort

Pairing(s):

Pigsy & Reader (platonic)

slight Older Brother!MK & reader at the end

slight Pigsy x Tang at the end

Reader’s Pronouns: They/Them

Context: Reader is Pigsy and Tang's second adopted child. After recently being taken in, Pigsy learns of their sensitivity with being yelled at.

“Seriously, I can't believe you'd be so reckless like that!" Pigsy shouted.

Your head drifted downwards in shame. “I'm sorry,” you whispered.

As he continued to yell at you, your mind began to wander. ‘Why is he still lecturing me? I already apologized, and now he's just repeating things...’ you thought in annoyance, but your body language seemed more timid.

You had gotten in trouble for something trivial, so your father was yelling at you like how he does with everyone. He wasn't trying to be mean or scary, this was just his strict nature.

But to you, it felt like your world was falling apart. Pigsy was your dad, you didn't wanna disappoint him! Right now, you just felt stupid and like a nuisance.

"And come on now, what was with the-" Your father cut himself off when he heard a sniffle.

He immediately crouched down on one knee, and his voice got quieter. "Hey…what's wrong?” Pigsy questioned softly, the shiny glint in your eyes implying tears.

“‘What’s wrong?’” You repeated blankly. "You're yelling at me.”

He seemed a bit confused now “Yelling at you? I was just…lecturin’ ya?”

You stayed quiet, your gaze locked onto that spot on one of the floor tiles.

The pig demon continued. “Y’know, like having a talk with you…” he blinked at your silence. “See, I do this with everyone.”

“I know. But you didn’t talk. You yelled, and…” looking up at Pigsy, your tear-streamed face was now revealed. “It scared me.”

Pigsy froze. Scared you? He didn’t wanna scare his own kid. Not at all.

When he looked at you in the eyes, capturing your small figure, your innocent eyes…

It was then he realized exactly how you felt.

Sure, he could easily yell at MK, the boy would just nervously chuckle and run off. And when he did it to Tang, it was lighthearted and deserved due to the constant freeloading.

But you weren’t MK or Tang.

Pigsy let out a sigh. “Kiddo, I’m sorry.”

You looked up at him in shock.

“I shouldn’t have yelled. Really. You see, with everyone else, they don’t really mind when I bark at them…” his voice grew uncharacteristically soft, but seeing your hopeful expression made him clear his throat.

“What I mean is…I won’t do it again. I’ll be better. And…i’m prouda you. It’s important to stand your ground.” He offered a smile, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You both were locking eyes now, and right now your inner child was crumbling at the softness you never had. This was something you had longed for.

“Aw, kid, why the tears?” He asked with a gentle squeeze.

You realized that you were crying even more now. You rushed to cover your face but your adoptive father pulled your hands away, and instead opened his arms, a kind gesture.

You happily accepted and embraced him immediately; he was super warm and it felt so soft and gentle.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to cry so hard…I feel a little pathetic right now.” You admitted sheepishly.

“No need to apologize,” the chef mumbled in response. He pulled away from the hug and looked at you fondly. “Y’wanna talk about it?”

𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹

You had agreed to his offer, and you both were sitting in the living room on the sofa. You ended up spilling your heart out to your dad.

“I get emotional when people yell at me, or even when they’re slightly mean to me. It freaks me out and hurts my feelings way more than it should.” You explained quietly.

Pigsy looked away, seemingly guilty.

You sighed and continued. “I hate when my classmates get mad or when teachers yell at me. I feel so incompetent…” Looking up at your father, you noticed his sad eyes. Oh crap, you didn’t wanna hurt him now!

“But, uhhh—!!” You sputtered nervously. “Not that you hurt me! I forgive you, Dadsy, really.” You gave him a soft smile.

Pigsy turned to you and tried to return the smile, but it was weak. He did light up at the rare use of that nickname (he appreciated it when you called him your dad) but it wasn’t enough to diminish that fatherly guilt. The feeling of knowing he scared you.

“You’re the first one to ever apologize so genuinely, and be so soft with me,” you added, fiddling around with the end of your sleeve. “So really, I forgive you! It was the nicest thing ever!! Please believe me…”

Your dad chuckled at your reassurance. “Alright, alright, I believe ya. No more comforting me now, I’m more concerned for you,” he said lightheartedly, but he meant it.

“Is there a reason why yelling scares you so much?” The pig demon asked gently, placing a comforting hand on your back.

The gesture certainly helped, it really grounded your thoughts and reminded you of his care.

With a deep breath, you began to tell him of some of your past instances that gave you this deeply rooted fear.

. . .

Pigsy had new enemies now. How dare someone hurt his kid like that?

But he’d push that aside for now, you needed comfort.

“I understand, kiddo. It ain’t your fault. People shouldn’t have talked to you like that…” He muttered that last part before adding. “And you’ve just got a soft heart.” He smiled and poked your chest where the heart was. You giggled and scooted away but quickly moved next to him again when he drew his hand back.

“Well, yeah but…you sure i’m not being annoying?” You asked curiously.

“Nah, nah.” Pigsy assured, then his voice grew quieter. “Look. Lemme tell you somethin’ that might sound a lil far fetched. Truth is, I used to be a crybaby too.” He snorted at the memories while you just looked up at him in awe.

“Really?!” You grinned, excited to have someone to relate to.

“Mhm. Adults freaked me out like crazy. I hated getting yelled at by them or teased by people at school. I’d always go crying to my mom about it.” He admitted lightheartedly. “She wasn’t having it. I’d end up getting yelled at even more for crying in the first place…”

“That’s sad…” you replied shyly. Though you both chuckled a bit at the thought of this angry cook being softhearted at one point. Pigsy let out a calm sigh.

“Point is, I grew thicker skin. I’m way more tougher than I used to be. So if you don’t like how you are right now, remember that the future ain’t set in stone—“ He glanced at you and ruffled your hair. “—orrrr you might just stay a lil baby forever. That’ll be alright too.”

“Heeey!” You smiled and swatted his hand away. Pigsy seemed satisfied at your uplifted mood and let you go. However, you weren’t done just yet. In the comfortable silence, you let your mind wander in thought. Replaying what he said about himself and his mother, a question grew in your head.

“Dadsy?” You called.

“Hm?”

“Are you tough now ‘cause you wanted to be, or ‘cause you had to be?”

_

“Hehehe, MK, stop!” You laughed as he pushed you causing you to stumble back.

He stuck his tongue out as you, still balancing like six bowls of noodles and pushing you away again.

With the close sibling relationship the two of you had, it called for a lot of play-fighting.

Currently, you were both trying to make each other mess up, or catch each other off guard.

MK turned to put the bowls down, but when he saw you actually fall back and make the most animalistic scream ever, he couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

You smirked with pride, but before you both knew it, all the noodle bowls were tossed into the air and making a splattering mess on the floor as soon as they landed.

“Whoops,” MK smiled nervously.

“Damn it!” You groaned, worried about your fathers’ reactions.

Pigsy leaned over from the counter. “What’s all the ruckus?” He shrieked at the sight of the delicious mess on the floor.

“MK!!! Clean it up this instant!” He shouted.

“Whaaat? But [Name] totally distracted me!” The delivery boy pointed to you.

“Hell no they didn’t, I know you were tippin’ them over again. It ain’t their fault for screaming!” Pigsy argued in your defense.

MK let out an annoyed sigh and looked at you, to which you stuck your tongue out. “Fiiine, I’ll get the mop…” He left to go get it from the closet, muttering something about his “dummy-dum sibling.”

“You.” Pigsy looked in your direction, stomping closer to you. You winced in anticipation, but his voice just grew quieter, yet still stern. “Better hear no cussing from that mouth, you got it?”

You looked up at him in surprise, before feeling a wash of gratitude. He really meant it! He changed.

“What’d I say again?” You asked cheekily.

“‘Damn’“ Pigsy repeated from earlier with an unimpressed look.

“That’s not a cuss word!” You whined.

“It is ‘till your an adult. Now run along, MK needs the space for cleaning this mess.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately and left the room, you really felt good inside that Pigsy took that talk so seriously.

The chef stood alone in the kitchen for a moment, staring outside the shop’s windows.

“Whatcha thinking about?” A sweet voice cut through his thoughts. It was his husband, Tang, who just entered and hugged the pig demon from behind, around his stomach.

“Nothing,” Pigsy answered gruffly.

Tang scoffed as he let his head rest on his man’s shoulder. Oh well, maybe he’d ask again later.

The thing is, Pigsy really thought about what you said the other day. Did he really want to lose his kinder side?

Growing up, he may have been a crybaby, but it came from an empathetic place. He wasn’t just whining for the sake of it. He cared about a lot of things.

Perhaps if people were just a little bit nicer to him, he’d be a better person now. More patient, more gentle…

However, he supposed his heart wasn’t completely gone. He had loving relationships with his husband and two kids.

Comforting you was a nice reminder to him of his ability to feel for others. He hadn’t been all nice like that in a while with how unproblematic Tang and MK are. Specifically that moment where he comforted you, that tenderness in him resurfaced.

The chef was brought back to reality when he felt a squeeze from his husband. “I’m gonna go check on the kids, see you later?”

“Yeah. Later.”

. . .

With a determined glint in his eyes, Pigsy had made a decision: from then on, he was gonna make sure that no one would change who you are. No one was gonna yell at you and scare you into becoming cold. Not on his watch.

He’d make sure to raise you in a way that let your kind heart flourish. You’d never be starved of love, and the smile on your face would never lose its warmth.

Because your father would do anything for you—he loved you with all of his heart. His soft heart.

[aevumelle]

freenoodles & teen!stylish!reader

Type: Headcanons, platonic, found family, father figures

Pairing(s):

Pigsy x Tang (romantic)

Tang & Reader (platonic, familial)

Pigsy & Reader (platonic, familial)

Reader’s Pronouns: They/Them ; Reader is GN but implied to be more feminine.

Context: Reader is Pigsy and Tang’s second adopted child. They love makeup and dressing up! (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ₊˚⊹

enjoy! this is my first post (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

❤︎⁠ as a toddler, you always clung to pigsy the most. you adored his pretty pink color.

❤︎⁠ pigsy thought it was endearing and never pushed you away, even if he was in the middle of yelling someone’s ear off

❤︎⁠ tang found the sight both amusing and sweet, that being you attached to the angry chef’s leg or held in his arms while he cooked.

❤︎⁠ you really gravitated towards pretty and shiny things. tang showered you in gifts, he couldn’t help it!

❤︎⁠ the scholar loved doing baby shopping for you when you were little. it didn’t matter if he and his husband were on a grocery trip for food; if he happened to pass by the toddler clothing aisle, he’d be stuck there for a while. gushing over all the cute little dresses and fashionable mini outfits, he’d beg pigsy to get one or two, and leave with ten!

❤︎⁠ “But look at the little socks and—OH MY GOSH THE MITTENS! LOOK at the tiny MITTENS!!!” Tang squealed and shoved the clothing in Pigsy’s face.

❤︎⁠ pigsy wasn’t all that impressed; your closet was stuffed. but his husband was already at the check out. he sighed, what can you do?

❤︎⁠ let’s just say you never had to worry about outfit repeats

❤︎⁠ when you grew into being a child, you loved both of your parents equally! pigsy would pack you these aesthetically pleasing lunches you could brag about at school. not only were they yummy, but the colors of the meal matched without any artificial food colorings, so it was delicious and nutritious! and he would never forget to write a sweet note like “love you kiddo” or “have a good day” when tang caught him writing one he got SUPER shy

❤︎⁠ however things began to change when you became a teenager—in a good way though! as you developed your style and went through different phases, your fathers remained supportive all throughout

❤︎ since you really loved makeup, that meant you’d be spending a lot of money on it

❤︎ “Dadsy, can i get this?” you asked innocently, holding up a lip oil for the pig to see.

❤︎ “Another lipstick? Don’t you got a whole rack of those?” Pigsy questioned gruffly with a raised eyebrow.

❤︎ “Nooo, that’s my lipgloss collection! I need a new lipoil!!” you whined in emphasis.

❤︎ “But they do the same thing!”

❤︎ You sighed before Tang popped up behind you. “What about this lip liner?”

❤︎ “Liner?! Hoo boy…” Pigsy groaned at the unfamiliar term.

❤︎ yeah, pigsy struggles with differentiating between all of it, there’s just so many products!

❤︎ tang on the other hand, he’s into it.

❤︎ one of his love languages is learning about people’s interests or listening to them talk about it. (it means a lot to him when someone does the same for him.)

❤︎ and from taking notes on your GRWMs, he’s a “pretty-stuff” expert!

❤︎ (if you’re into gyaru makeup, tang’s the self-proclaimed “gyaru guru”)

❤︎ what he concluded from the things he learned was that he really loves perfume!

❤︎ pigsy could be yelling at you for spending an hour testing out all the scents in the perfume aisle, while tang’s hovering over you and basking in “Japanese Cherry Blossom.”

❤︎ in fact, tang always smells like flowers and sweets rather than man cologne because of all the perfumes you lend him.

❤︎ not to mention, he’s also into skincare. he used to just splash some water on his face every morning, but once you took over, it turned into a 10 step routine

❤︎ since he’s so well-versed in makeup now, when you asked him if he’d film a GRWM with you, he was SO. EXCITED!!!

❤︎ it became a new bonding activity, skincare together every night :>

❤︎ you’d be lying if you didn’t admit to giving pigsy a makeover that one time

❤︎ one evening, the chef was passed out on the couch after a long day of work. tang was admiring his husband’s dazed, snoring state—so adorable! but you snapped the loverboy out of it.

❤︎ you asked for the tweezers and tang was passing you stuff like you were surgeons, your overstuffed makeup bag with products falling out like a pile was on the table beside the sofa

❤︎ you peered over pigsy as he slept, carefully inching a pair of tweezers toward his cheek.

❤︎ “Now what are those clippers for? I thought we agreed on using the pink concealer first!” whisper-yelled Tang.

❤︎ “I gotta get rid of that darn cheek hair!” you argued, before pausing in contemplation. “WHY does dad even have cheek hair anyway?!!”

❤︎ “I like his whiskers,” the scholar muttered.

❤︎ “‘Cause they tickle your face when you kiss?”

❤︎ It was a genuine question but Tang just smacked you upside the head.

❤︎ “Hey! Don’t blame me!! Not my fault I saw you guys in the living room last night.” You huffed.

❤︎ Pigsy grunted in his sleep which caused you and Tang to jolt before your not-sleeping dad shushed you.

❤︎ “ShhhshhSHHH!” Tang spat before whispering angrily. “You wanna wake him up? Be my guest!”

❤︎ You rolled your eyes. “Fiiine. Let’s just do the concealer.

❤︎ the truth was, pigsy was only half-asleep. normally he sleeps super deeply and waking him up is impossible; but he was really just resting this time.

❤︎ he would’ve pummeled the very both of you once he realized what was going on, if the gentle brushes and swipes against his face weren’t so relaxing…

❤︎ tang knows how his husband sleeps, and he knew for sure the guy was awake. though he decided to not say anything to spare the pig demon’s embarrassment. the hardworking cook deserved to let loose a bit.

❤︎ besides that one instance, whenever you put on makeup or dress up, you look absolutely STUNNING.

❤︎ don’t get them wrong, pigsy and tang love your natural face. seeing it is pretty refreshing to them, and they love to remind you of your natural features.

❤︎ but seeing you all dressed up, going to something big like prom or your birthday, it really gets their hearts soft

❤︎ tang feels happy for you and admires you. pigsy gets a little teary-eyed at the sight, his heart swells in pride—his baby’s all grown up!

❤︎ suppose you get tired of putting in all this effort; working so hard on your appearance, on looking way more than just presentable, ethereal! your makeup is time-consuming and a little annoying sometimes. there are times it just feels like a routine and not something you want to do.

❤︎ if that’s the case, then the monkie kid gang are the most perfect people you’ll ever meet

❤︎ besides mei being gorgeous, the rest of the group is…average to say the least. you’ve got the delivery boy with an anime haircut, a pig, a nerd, a blue giant with orange hair, and the occasional orange-furred monkey.

❤︎ so it’s not like you have any standards or reputation to upkeep around them

❤︎ if you’re having a bad day and don’t feel like dressing up, you could just waltz in with an old hoodie and zero makeup. the most you’d get are some silly comments like “wow you look so different!!” from mk or mei but not in a condescending way

❤︎ they’d move on in a second, appearances really aren’t a concern for them

❤︎ so you’ve got no pressure to be drop-dead gorgeous around them because of how chill and accepting your fathers, MK, mei, and sandy are.

❤︎ you can relax and let your guard down, be a little “unattractive” and not so focused on…mewing or whatever.

❤︎ jokes aside, the husbands try their utmost hardest to reassure you that you’re beautiful, with or without makeup.

❤︎ yk that one thing parents do where they’re staring at you and you’re like “Um???” and they’re like “What? I can’t admire my child?”

❤︎ hehe yup your dads would definitely do that

❤︎ but omg. if ANY of your love for looking good came from insecurity, even 1% . . . your fathers will hunt you down.

❤︎ -with compliments and comfort, of course!! and a serious talk about self-esteem.

❤︎ it would physically hurt them if you called yourself ugly, never say that about yourself :c

❤︎ like it would actually make their hearts shatter. because what do you mean their sweet, beautiful kid thinks about themselves that way?

❤︎ besides your beauty you’ve got such a rich personality, amazing views and thoughts on everything. and you’re talented in your own way. they simply can’t comprehend a world where you’d be ugly.

❤︎ because at the end of the day you’re pigsy and tang’s kid, beautiful inside and out <3