#n actin like that just unmotivates the person

[imagine-reblog]

whenever there are ppl like this anon:

in reply to cthulhus-curse, its a joke that some people have to wait months for a simple request to be written even if its for free. not everybody can pay somebody to write an idea but making us wait months almost feels like the writer doesn't care. i won't be sending anything else to you as you clearly dont want to write requests and only use them when you have no time which makes them look and feel rushed which also isn't fair that we get rushed work and others get better stuff

I really don't know what else to say but I'm sorry. I know it's not an excuse but I have had a bit going on recently and that also prolonged requests as I tried to focus more on the TTW & mini-series.

I have this weekend free and put more focus on having requests done and ready for posting.

I do care about every requests I get sent and yes, it does stress me out when I know people have been waiting a while.

[tigerseye46]

Since we're both addicted to the same ship, how about 25 with FreeNoodleshipping? (I am very happy to know I'm not bothering you with these prompts, thank you for that)

Yessss! Also *sweats* I somehow made this angsty without meaning to. (Of course not! I love people sending me prompts! Sorry I haven’t been answering the prompts lately. I was little lazy and unmotivated but keep sending prompts! I love them!)

Prompt List

25. “Wait, don’t buy yet! There’s more!” // “You’re a horrible, no-good dork.”

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   It was another day shopping in the market. The two were wandering around, as usual, they were being extra cautious since the spider queen incident. They had their arms hooked together, their bodies pressed up against each other as Pigsy looked at his list. Tang leaned in to get a look at it.

  “What do we need, Pigsy?”

  Pigsy pushed him slightly, not letting go of Tang’s arm. “Too close, Tang,” he grunted. “We need carrots, tomatoes, mushrooms, and apples for dessert later.”

  “Okay. Try not to fall under a trap this time,” he teased.

  “Hey! That woman put a spell on me!”

  “Sureeee. That’s it.”

  “She was attractive! Can ya blame me? How did you not fall for her?”

  Tang shut his mouth, he wanted to say ‘Because I’m in love with you, you oblivious pig.’ Instead, he stated “Guess she wasn’t my type. Also yes, I can blame you! You got us captured!”

  “I’m sorry, okay! At least we got out of it!”

  “We wouldn’t have gotten into it if you had listened to me!”

  Pigsy huffed, “It was a spell! I still don’t get how ya didn’t fall for her.”

  “Because I’m in love with someone,” he mumbled. The pig’s ears perked up. Did Tang just say he was in love?

  “What did ya say, Tang?”

  “No-nothing!”

  The pig’s eyes widened and he tilted his head. “Did ya just say ya like someone?”

  “N-no!” He pushed Pigsy away, messing with his hair to avoid looking at the pig, a huge blush on his face.

  The pig frowned, a feeling of sadness overwhelming him at Tang admitting he was in love with someone along with jealousy coursing through his veins. This was the first time he ever heard of this, they had known each other for years, why did Tang never tell him? He had always liked, no, loved Tang, well not at first but then the scholar grew on him, he grew enough on him to where they now lived together in an apartment, letting Tang steal a bowl of noodles on a rare occasion, listening to the scholar’s ramblings as his eyes sparkled and gods, he had beautiful eyes, Pigsy could stare at them all day if he could. The chef quickly shook himself out of it. “Who are they? Are they cute? What are they like? Do I know them?” He needed more information, who had stolen Tang’s heart? That was his job!

  “It’s no one!”

  “So are they handsome or beautiful? Who are they?”

  “No one! I’m not in love with anyone!”

  “Then why are ya blushin’?” Tang felt his cheeks grow hot. “They must be special.”

  “Th-they are... Let’s just shop.” Tang let out a sigh as he dragged one of his feet across the ground.

  The pig frowned again. “Okay…”

  He hooked their arms together again as they made their way through the marketplace, he had to drag Tang around. It broke his heart to see Tang upset, Pigsy shouldn’t have asked about the love thing. Did this person reject Tang? He would go after them if he did.

  He nudged Tang. “Hey; why don’t we go to a bookstore after this?”

  Tang’s eyes quickly got back their usual shine. “Really?”

  “Yea, I’ll even pay for it.”

  Tang hugged him, the chef turned pink. “Thank you Pigsy!”

  “Yea, yea, yea.” He patted the scholar’s back awkwardly.

  The scholar beamed at him and grabbed Pigsy’s hand, quickly taking him to where they needed to go so they could go to the bookstore faster. It was a few minutes later that they had gotten everything they needed. He was checking the list just in case, when he finally looked up at Tang, he had sparkly eyes and a wide grin.

  “Is that everything?”

  “Yea, Tang.”

  “Perfect! Let’s go!” He pulled on the pig’s arm, the pig quickly having to grab a plastic bag he had left on the ground as he was being dragged away. The sound of crumpling plastic could be heard as Pigsy held tight to the bags, Tang maneuvered around various people on the street to get to the bookstore, holding on tight to the cook’s arm.

  “Tang! Slow down!” But Tang didn’t listen, he was too excited. How rare was it that Pigsy offered to pay for something? It was like a one in a million opportunity!

  Finally, they arrived at the bookstore, Tang had let go of Pigsy’s arm. Pigsy checked the bags to make sure nothing had fallen out and surprisingly, everything was still there. He narrowed his eyes at Tang or he was going to, if Tang hadn’t already entered the bookstore by himself. Pigsy pinched the bridge of his snout and walked inside.

  He looked around the bookstore, searching for him. He sighed, why did Tang have to go inside without him? Books were lined up against shelves with different labels like “romance,” “action,” and other genres and subjects. It was somewhat quiet, there were people chatting but in hushed tones. There were slight sounds of beeping from the checkout counters and the smell of coffee was lingering in the air from the coffee shop connected to the place.

  Pigsy kept searching for Tang until Tang came up to him and planted a bunch of books in his arms. “Tang!”

  “Carry those for me, okay?”

  “Why? Ya got arms!” He huffed and turned to go towards the checkout counter.

  “Wait, don’t buy yet! There’s more!”

  Pigsy sighed. “Do ya really need this many?”

  “Yes! You did say you would pay! So I’m buying as many interesting books as I can find!”

  “I’m gonna be broke after this.”

  “I promise I won’t spend that much.” He stroked the cook’s cheek.

  Pigsy suppressed a purr. “You’re a horrible, no-good dork.”

  Tang nudged him and winked. “Isn’t that why you like me?” The smile he gave Pigsy was blinding.

  The pig blushed. “Ye-yea.” Tang leaned in and kissed his cheek before going to look at more books. Pigsy let out a purr that he was holding and a lady approached him.

   “Awww, is that your boyfriend?” She asked. “You two look adorable together.”

   That made him turn even more red. “N-no. We’re just friends, sadly,” he mumbled.

   The lady gasped. “Really? Because you two seem like a couple. He did kiss you on the cheek after all.”

   “He’s just excited, I promised I would pay for this.”

   “That is so sweet of you! I wish you luck in your relationship!” Then she walked away.

   “Th-thanks.” He tried to hide his face in the cover of the books. What Pigsy didn’t know was Tang had been observing them, he hadn’t heard the conversation but from Pigsy’s red face, he could probably guess. He glared and continued to look around, ugh, he hated when the pig flirted with women. He found a few more books then stomped over to Pigsy, he put the books in his arms again, glaring at him.

   “I’m done,” he stated grumpily, his fists clenching into a ball. He wanted to punch something, the anger and envy overwhelming him.

  Pigsy stared at him with widened eyes. “Are ya okay, Tang?”

  “Why do you care?” He avoided staring at him. “Let’s just go pay for this then you can go flirt like you always do.”

  “What? Tang, are ya okay?”

  “Ugh, stop asking that! Since when do you care? Let’s go!” He demanded. He stomped to the counter with Pigsy following close behind with his eyebrow raised. What was his problem? He had been happy just a moment ago. They didn’t say a word as they stood in line, Tang avoided Pigsy’s gaze by looking down, his glasses shining to cover up his emotion as he crossed his arms.

  Eventually, they checked out and left the bookstore with Pigsy holding on the plastic bags with the groceries and books, not daring to speak to each other. Anytime, Pigsy attempted to place a hand on his shoulder, Tang would wave him off. It was making the pig incredibly concerned and irritated, couldn’t Tang just talk to him?!

  They reached the front door of their apartment. Pigsy dropped the plastic bags and pulled out his keys. He opened the door and opened the door gently. “Tang, could ya help me with the bags?” Tang simply huffed and walked inside.

  The pig scowled, picking up the bags, placing Tang’s books on their living room table then putting the grocery bags on the kitchen counter. Now, he was mad. He stomped towards Tang’s direction who had trudged to his room. He swung Tang’s door open, the scholar was reading a book on his bed, legs crossed. He glared at Pigsy. “Hey! Be careful with my door!”

  “WHAT IS WITH YOU? YOU’VE BEEN ACTIN’ WEIRD!”

  Tang gently shut his book, not taking his eyes off the pig. “WHY DO YOU CARE?”

  “BECAUSE YOU’RE MY FRIEND! BECAUSE WE LIVE TOGETHER!”

  “THAT DOESN’T MATTER! IT NEVER MATTERS TO YOU! WHY DON’T YOU GO FLIRT WITH SOMEONE? YOU ALWAYS DO THAT AND… and you ignore me…” Tang began sobbing and brought his knees up to his chest, putting his arms around his legs.

  Pigsy’s mouth went agape. He went to Tang’s side and started patting him on the back, sitting on the bed beside him. His heart broke at the sight, he wrapped his arms around him. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked in an unnaturally soft tone. “Have I been ignorin’ ya?”

  “N-no,” he replied muffled. “I’m just being an idiot. It’s not your fault. It’s- it’s nothing.”

  Pigsy lifted Tang’s chin up, tears still flowing from the scholar’s face. “Hey, don’t say that. Don’t call yourself an idiot. It’s not nothin’ if it’s makin’ ya so upset. Your feelings are important to me. What’s wrong?”

  Tang buried his face into the chef’s chest. “I… just…” He shook his head. “It’s nothing. I’m sorry, Pigsy.”

  “It’s not nothin’, Tang. I care about ya, okay? So if something’ is makin’ ya upset then I want to know. Have I been ignorin’ ya? Because I haven’t, Tang. Ya always my full attention.”

  The scholar bitterly laughed. “How can you say that when I see you flirt? It’s like every time your eyes land on someone, I don’t exist. I want your eyes to land on me, just one time, please just let your eyes land on me,” he whispered, clutching onto the chef’s clothes and closed his eyes as more tears continued to appear.

  “Tang, what are ya tryin’ to say?”

  “I’m in love with you,” Tang screamed. “Gods, why are you so oblivious?” Pigsy opened his mouth to say something before closing it. His mind was swimming, Tang was in love with him? Is that why he was so mad earlier? He didn’t know what to say. The lack of response made Tang quickly got off the bed. “I’ll- I’ll leave. You clearly don’t feel the same way.” He made his way towards the door when he was pulled back, a gasp escaped his lips, he felt something around his waist. He looked down and saw the pig’s arms. “Let me go!”

  “Calm down.” Pigsy buried his face in the scholar’s shoulder.

  “Why? You don’t feel the same way!”

  “Who said that? Who lied to you?” He demanded.

  “No one. It’s obvious. After all you were flirting with that woman earlier.”

  “Is that what ya think I was doin’? Tang, she came up to me to tell us that we were a cute couple. I promise.”

  Tang let out a breath of relief. “I’m an idiot.”

  “You might be an idiot but you’re my idiot. I love ya. I’m sorry I never said that before. Ya always have my attention. I love the way your eyes sparkle when ya get excited about somethin’, I love how smart ya are, I love that no matter what ya stay, ya stay with me.”

  “Of course I stay, I could never leave you. You are my everything. You make me laugh and you’re a big softie. I always stole a bowl of noodles to get your attention. If you love me then why did I always see you flirt?”

  “Because I always thought ya were never interested. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”

  “You better!” He shifted his body to face Pigsy, blushes on both their faces. Their eyes glancing at each other’s lips.

  “Can I kiss ya, Tang?” Pigsy asked.

  “Yes, you can. You can always kiss me.” Pigsy beamed and pressed a kiss against Tang’s lips, it was gentle, them taking their time as they clinged to one another until they separated and touched foreheads. “Wow, that was perfect.”

  “Ye-yea. I love you, my freeloader.”

  “I love you too, Pigsy. Sorry for earlier.”

  “It’s fine. Ya can always come to me when ya feel that way. I love ya.”

  “Love you, you big softie.” He nudged Pigsy, a wide smile on his face.

  “Want to help me with dinner?”

  “Sure. Maybe I’ll steal something while we cook.” He winked and headed off to the kitchen.

  “Hey!” Pigsy shouted and began chasing Tang. Tang laughed as he ran, Pigsy caught up to him and carried him into his arms. “You’re a dork.”

   “And you’re a softie,” he replied and gave him another kiss, this one lasting longer than the last. The lady was right, they are an adorable couple after all.