Wukong @sunny

NEWS~ me and mac will be hosting a panel at #vidcon TOGETHER!!! So look out for us there, we're excited to see you for the first time as a known married couple~! 

[ Attached: Blurry photo of macaqye, seemingly packing a suitcase with an array of items. He looks calm, wukong's shadow is visible casting over him. ]

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MACAQUE @liu

Replying to @sunny

when the hell did you take this picture wtf

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Wukong @sunnt

Replying to @liu

when you weren't looking, obviously. i do that a lot

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“mac~” wukong whined from his place on the couch. “Pack faster!”

“Maybe if you actually helped then it’d go faster,” macaque replied, throwing a stray t-shirt in his husband’s direction.

“Instead of being a lazy fucker doing nothing but sitting on Twitter all morning.”

Wukong caught the incoming t-shirt with ease, grinning.

“But mac,” he said, “who will keep the fans entertained if not me?”

Now that they were publicly out as a married couple, their fanbases have mixed a lot more than they anticipated.

They had seen multiple fan pages dedicated to both of them separately and together.

Wukong, as a former fan page owner, knowing the struggle, took it upon himself to provide them with as much shadowpeach content as possible.

From photos to videos to collab streams: he organised it all.

He understood what it felt like to be a fan behind the screen. To crave content as if you lived off of it as if taking it away would be the end of the world. Sometimes- most times- it wasn’t the healthiest lifestyle, he could admit that.

But, in the end, that lifestyle had gotten him to where he was now. And, well, he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

The date was rapidly approaching VidCon, and it would be their first-ever convention as the married streamer couple that they are.

Naturally, they would be showing up together, holding a panel together, and even sharing a room. They weren’t hiding anymore, so why even try?

It was also their first– wukong's first– panel.

“They don’t deserve to be entertained,” macaqye replied, catching the t-shirt again as wukong threw it back at him. “They’re all brats. Nosy brats.”

Wukong hummed. “You always say that. Personally, I think they’re quite charming, all things considered.”

“That’s because you used to be one of them, love.”

“Exactly! I know the struggle.”

Macaqye scoffed. “I wouldn’t call it a struggle,” he said, zipping up the suitcase as he finished putting the last items in. “Speaking of which, are you ever planning to tell them that ‘ xiao ’ was you?”

After all, wukong used to run a fan account dedicated to macaqye, on which he was an absolute menace and tweeted all about how much he loved the energetic, loud streamer.

It was the account that they’d met through, and a big element in their story. Xiao was the nickname wukong had used while online on said account.

Macaqye still used it as a joke now and again, just to see wukonf suffer. Sometimes, it seemed like he’d never live it down.

Wukonf visibly recoiled at the mention of his old fan account name but replied nonetheless.

“I think I’ll tell them right before the VidCon panel,” he said. “Just drop it on them when they least expect it.”

Macaqye snorted, making his way over to his husband on the couch.

“Yeah? You think they’ll believe you?”

Wukong shrugged before opening an arm to let macaque snuggle against him.

Stans on Twitter generally wouldn’t believe him, especially since he’d shown no evidence of ever owning the popular fan account.

He’d stopped using it after he started streaming, but it still existed, collecting dust as it rotted away for another year.

“They’ll have to, if I literally admit it at VidCon,” he answered, “it’ll be a fun opportunity to fuck with them. ”

Macaque blinked as his own words from a few months prior were thrown back at him.

“Well who am I to say no to that,” he said, placing a kiss on wukong's cheek. “Mischievous little thing you are, aren’t you?”

Wukonf felt his heart skip a beat, which he mentally cursed himself for. They’d been married for almost five years now, he needed to get a grip.

Macaqye attempted to stand up but was quickly pulled back and pressed against wukong once again.

“wukong,” he sighed, but all he got in response was being held tighter.

“Just a little longer, mac,” wukonf whined, “we have time . Our flight isn’t for another six hours.”

“The drive to the airport is an hour and a half, mackerel,” macaque grumbled but sank into the ginger's hold nonetheless.

And oh, if that didn’t make wukong's heart melt. The trust macaque had in him was unrivalled, something built up over time and fragile that wukonf would do anything to keep safe, secure and sealed. It was his to keep and his to hold dear.

Yeah, yeah,” wukong said, smiling into Macaque's hair as the taller of the pair relaxed. “Just sleep mango, I’ll wake you up on time.”

“You sure?” macaqhe mumbled into wukong's chest, tiredness sweeping over him.

Wukong rolled his eyes fondly, knowing full well macaque wasn’t going to last any more than another minute at this rate.

“One hundred per cent,” wukong whispered in response, and macaqye closed his eyes contently. “you can count on me.”

In hindsight, it should’ve set off multiple bright red ringing alarms in Macaque's brain, but during the moment, all he could think of was how comfortable he felt in his husband’s arms.

Against his better judgement, he fell asleep in the warmth.

Unsurprisingly, wukonf did not wake him up on time.

Honestly, what did macaquw expect? That idiot couldn’t be on time if he tried.

“mac, I’m tired!” wukonf complained, trailing after macaqye as they sped through the airport.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you just woke me up on time!” macaqye yelled over his shoulder and walked even faster, causing wukonf to scowl.

“But you looked so peaceful and cute when he's sleeping!” wukonf replied, speeding up in return. “Can you really blame me?”

It may not have seemed believable to anyone but macaque, seemingly a flimsy excuse.

But macaque could read his husband better than anyone else, and he knew he wasn’t lying. It was strangely endearing, in a way, but that didn’t change the fact that he didn’t wake him up.

Macaqye came to an abrupt stop, wukonf almost falling over his suitcase after crashing into him.

“I can and I will,” macaqhe said, turning to face wukonf. “It was entirely your fault. I can’t believe I actually trusted you to wake me up on time.”

Wukong pouted. “liu,”

“Don’t ‘liu’ me, bastard. You’re lucky I’m actually efficient and we got here on time for the flight at all.” macaque said bluntly, handing wukonf his suitcase, the latter making an offended noise in return.

“Hold this,” macaqye said, despite wukong's antics. “I’ll get us drinks and I’ll be back.”

Wukonf rolled his eyes in return but took the suitcase, letting macaque walk to get them drinks from the store. Looking up, he took note of the gate number before sitting down on a nearby seat.

Pulling out his phone, he scrolled through Twitter, glancing at some of the replies left on his sneaky photo tweet from earlier.

val (SKK ERA) @valldaz

Replying to @sunny

PUTTING ASIDE THE SHARED PANEL OMG??? you two are so cute it makes me ACTUALLY sick. stop being cute and domestic for 2 seconds.

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tom !! @thomasdays

Replying to @sunny

thank you for the macaque photos sunny you’re a godsend. ALSO SHADOWPEACH VIDCON PANEL HELLO???

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Evan [he/they] @hallevena
Replying to @sunny

SHADOWPEACH VIDCON PANEL. SOMEONE FUCKING SEDATE ME I’M GOING INSANE

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wukong snorted, giving a few of the replies a quick like before pocketing his phone once again.

He made a mental note to take as many pictures of macaque as possible during the trip and the convention, both for him and for the fans.

Macaque soon came back, holding two cans of Pepsi, handing one to wukonf as he sat down next to him.

Wukong hummed as he opened his can, basking in the hissing noise it made. “What time is the flight at, again?”

“In like,” macaque began, taking out his phone to check the time. “Fifty minutes.”

Wukong frowned. “What were we rushing for, then? We have plenty of time!”

Macaque knew this, of course. He’d fake panicked after he woke up and saw the time, rushing them out of the house.

It made wukong rush too, even if he didn’t want to. Wukong could and would never genuinely upset macaque, and so, a panicking Macaque most likely made him more willing to comply.

Macaque rolled his eyes. “If I told you then you would’ve been insufferable about it,” he said, placing his head on his partner's shoulder as he pocketed his phone, “We would’ve actually been late.”

“you so mean to me,” wukong whined, but said nothing more.

Macaque snorted, before taking a sip of his Pepsi. “Deserved.”

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Lara (GOING TO VIDCON!!) @pslara
Replying to @sunny

If you’re already heading for vidcon can we request more macaque pictures sunny please please please!!

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aly // new art pinned! @allywais
Replying to @pslara and @sunny

OOMF HE LIKED IT I THINK YOU’VE JUST SECURED US MORE MACAQUE PICS THANK YOU

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“Are you just going to complain for the whole trip?” macaque asked, after listening to wukong whine about the seats on the plane for the third time in ten minutes.

“Yes,” wukong replied, without missing a beat. “Couldn’t we have flown privately? We’re rich enough!”

“We’re literally flying first class! It’s not that different?” macaqye replied, exasperated. It was different, of course, but he needed an upper hand.

Wukonf groaned. “But it’s not private, mac. There are so many people and it’s so… ugh.

How descriptive, macaqye thought.

Macaque hummed. “Maybe I just wanted to annoy you,” he said, the other gaping at him in response. “Ever think of that?

“mango!” wukong gasped. “Did you actually?”

Macaque's silence was answer enough.

“I can’t believe you’d do this to your own husband,” wukong said, turning away. “I can’t believe you.”

Macaqye on his right only chuckled, punching his husband in the arm. “Shut up, moron. Obviously, it wasn’t to annoy you,” he said, although wukonf still remained turned away. “Even if it is a fun bonus.”

Wukong didn’t say anything, so Macaque continued.

“Nah, we’re not flying private because too many people already are. Didn’t wanna cause more stress for the staff at both the airport and VidCon,” macawue explained, and wukong couldn’t help but smile. Of course, it was for selfless reasons, even if wukong didn’t approve.

Macaque's selflessness was a genuine surprise to him when they first met.

Macaque had seemed like such a self-centred and brash person when streaming, wukong never thought that he could be anything else; but he was so, so, wrong.

One of their first real conversations after they became friends was about macaque wanting to adopt a stray cat that he found on the street and lamenting over the fact that his dorm hadn’t allowed animals.

Wukonf had suggested bringing the dog to the nearest vet or dog shelter, to which macaque surprisingly replied: that’s actually a good idea.

Wukong definitely earned some points in Macaque's good book, back then.

After that, he saw even more and more of the person macaqye was when he wasn’t in front of that camera.

A gentle heart protected by a brash exterior is the conclusion he’d come to. And it hadn’t changed.

Sometimes, wukonf suffocated in his partner’s selflessness, wondering if he could ever even hope to be that good of a person someday.

“If it makes you feel better,” macaque added after a moment, ultimately snapping wukong out of his own thoughts. “We’re flying privately on the way back.”

Wukong spun around at that, facing macaque once again.

Macaque laughed, his face lighting up with emotion, and wukong could only watch in wonder for a few seconds, cherishing every second of the beautiful, bright sound, committing every gorgeous crease of his nose, eyes and cheeks to memory.

If he could trap these moments in jars and marvel in them any time he wanted to, he would.

A mere few years prior, that thought would’ve terrified him.

Not long after, his own emotions reflected that of his husband.

“How long is the flight, again?” wukong asked after both of their laughter died down.

Macaque paused before replying. “About seven hours if I remember correctly,” he said, “seven hours stuck next to you. How will I cope?”

Wukong fake gasped. “mango!”

Macaque snickered. “Kidding, idiot, c’mon. I’m stuck with you for life as it is anyway. This is bearable.”

You are. Wukong thought. I made sure of that when I married you.

“Just bearable?” wukong said, affronted. “It should be an honour! You were swooning over me! You wanted to marry me so bad! ”

I wanted you even more.

Macaque scoffed. “May I remind you which one of us proposed?”

“May I remind you which one of us fell for the other first?”

“That was also you, shi hou.”

“...Right.”

The seven-hour flight was filled with bickering, laughter, yelling, pushing, shoving and sleeping, much to the dismay of everyone around them.

Macaqye fell asleep pretty early, so wukonf had a good two or three hours to himself, opting to watch Tangled.

Wukong @sunny

On our way to #vidcon !! Shadowpeach rapidly approaching~!!

P.S. Here’s a sleepy mac~ ;D 

[ Attached: Photo of macaque sleeping soundly on wukong's shoulder, purple travel pillow around his neck, clearly in an aeroplane cabin. In the corner of the photo, Tangled can be seen playing on wukong's seat monitor. ]

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Lara (GOING TO VIDCON!!) @pslara
Replying to @sunny

OMG THANK YOU <33 AND WUKONG, TANGLED??

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Wukonf @liu
Replying to @pslara

You’re welcome~ and TANGLED ON TOP !! I wish Mac looked at me like Eugene looks at Rapunzel fr :((

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aly // new art pinned!
Replying to @pslara and @sunny

@liu look at your husband like eugene looks at rapunzel, cmon.

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NATE @notnathannn
Replying to @sunny

is it just me or does sunny tweet like a stan lmao

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“Why doesn’t mac look at me like that?” wukong muttered, trailing along with his suitcase in one hand and macaque's hand in the other as they made their way to their cab.

Macaqye hummed, tilting his head. “Like what?”

Wukong squeezed Macaque's hand tighter. “Like Eugene looks at Rapunzel!”

He wanted to be looked at with such love. Such adoration, as if nothing else mattered in the world. With that spark of life in one’s eyes that can’t be fabricated, even by the best of the best.

Macaque blinked, once, twice.

“What?"

Wukong pouted. “Why don’t you look at me like I’m a princess with magical healing hair?” He said, and macaque could only stare at him.

“Did you actually just ask that?” macaque questioned, seriously considering letting go of the ginger's hand there and then.

“Yes,” wukonf replied seriously, not a hint of a joke in his voice. “Why don’t you?”

Because even if he didn’t need an answer to the literal question, he needed macaque to look at him like that.

Macaque sighed. “Because you’re an asshole?”

“Is that the only reason?”

“And you know, you don’t have magical healing hair, or whatever?” macaqye deadpanned, and wukong stared at him.

He caught onto something, and the opportunity for teasing was right there.

“So you do think I’m a princess,” wukong stated, stopping walking as he did so.

Macaqhe stopped with him, blinking at him a few more times before erupting into laughter. Beautiful, intoxicating laughter.

“Yeah, sure,” he said between breaths, “you’re my princess, princess.”

What?

Wukong flushed red, not expecting macaqye to reply to the teasing, and macaqye took his chance.

He lifted his hand, pulling wukonf down by the collar of his shirt and placing his lips on the shorter man’s.

Wukong's eyes widened even more in surprise, but he was quick to kiss back. Absentmindedly letting go of his suitcase, he wrapped both hands around macaque's waist as they kissed in the middle of the American airport.

And, even though they were miles away from home, nothing else mattered as Macaque's lips met his, the kiss serving as a reminder that he was there; and he was, just as he pushed him closer, breathing him in, relishing in everything that he was; everything they were, even after everything.

After a minute they pulled away, both panting slightly.

“Well,” macaque breathed. “I should call you that more often, it seems.”

Wukonf said nothing.

Suddenly, everything clicked into place. The shine in Macaque's eyes was always present when around wukong.

His gaze was permanently full of love and devotion and that terrifying passion whenever wukong was nearby.

Wukong had just disregarded it because when had he ever seen anything else?

The life in Macaque's black eyes had been present from the start, damn it. It was one of the things that entrapped him in all that macaque was in the first place.

Wukonf didn’t need to be a princess or prince or anything of the sort. He was already everything in Macaque's eyes.

At wukong's continued silence, macaque barked out a chuckle and retook wukong's hand as he started walking, wukong doing the same automatically, still lost in wonder and thought. “C’mon,” he said, smiling. “We have a cab to catch.”

Following macaque, wukong only had one thing on his mind.

God, how did I get this lucky?

MACAQUE @liu

i think i broke him.

[ Attached: Photo of wukong staring out the window of a car, eyes completely blank, not a single thought behind them. He seems to be holding a water bottle, but it’s still full, likely not yet opened. ]

[ Attached: Photo of wukong in the exact same position, except with Macaque's hand visible on his thigh. Despite the touch, wukong seems to not have moved even a bit. ]

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val (SKK ERA) @valldaz
Replying to @liu

uhhh.. should.. should we be concerned, or..?

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MACAQUE @liu
Replying to @valldaz

nah, he’s fine. he’ll be fixed by vidcon, don’t worry

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If macaqhe had to describe the journey to VidCon in one word, it would be chaotic.

But the worst part was behind them, and they’d finally made it to the hotel. It wasn’t anything incredibly fancy or anything, but it seemed comfortable.

Looking over to where wukong was standing, macaqye held back a snort.

The shorter one was staring at the entrance to the hotel with not a thought behind his eyes, just as he had throughout most of the cab ride.

Macaque had laughed, earlier, because had he broken wukong that badly?

He kept himself entertained for most of the car ride by scrolling through Twitter, in the process liking some tweets and replying to a few more.

He also found the photos wukong had been tweeting of him throughout the trip and decided he’d get some payback.

After they’d arrived, wukong had got out of the cab as if he was a robot running on a script, and macaque had to reassure the driver that yes, wukong was fine, as he paid him. Honestly, what was going through that shitty wukong's head?

Sighing, he waved his hand in front of his husband, even clicking his fingers a few times.

“Hey,” he said, purposefully dragging the word out. “wu?”

No response.

“shi hou?” He tried instead. “We’re at the hotel, you know.”

At this, wukong finally turned, blinking at him, recognition flashing through his eyes. There we go.

“Right,” wukong choked out, “the con. VidCon. Travel. Hotel. Yeah.”

Macaque actually snorted at this, because this was wukong, someone who was always naturally good with words, stumbling over them. Like he didn’t know what to think, let alone say.

“Yeah,” macaque laughed. “The con. Let’s get inside, sunny.”

And, because he was nice, macaque held wukong's hand and led him through the entire reception process, wukong following behind him like a lost child.

Macaque would find it cute if it wasn’t for the fact that he had to say and do everything for wukong because he couldn’t himself.

He would never admit it out loud, but it was nice doing the talking and directing for both of them, for once.

Eventually, they made it to their assigned room, and macaque unlocked the door and shoved wukong in.

The latter wasted no time sitting on the singular king-sized bed, leaving his suitcase at the door.

Macaque rolled his eyes and walked past him, opening the curtains and letting light flood the room.

Staring at wukong, macaque found it strangely reminiscent of the first time he’d brought wukong over to his dorm.

Back then, they’d been dating for about five months, and wukong had finally convinced him to show his dorm room to him.

Macaque's college dorm wasn’t anything special– the only thing that wasn’t basic dorm furniture was the eye-catching streaming set-up, obviously.

But the bringing of wukong there wasn’t the significant part.

It was what happened after that reminded him of the current moment.

After they’d gone to Macaque's dorm and wukong had purposefully messed with Macaque's setup, they went to the shop just around the corner and got smoothies.

They’d bickered, of course, and argued over smoothie flavours until the sun started sinking below the horizon.

The colour that wukong's eyes had turned under the soft hues of the sunset was something that macaque had engraved in his mind, never to be forgotten.

Something must have possessed him at that moment because he does not remember thinking clearly.

He’d gotten so painfully lost in wukong's eyes, his laughter, in the way he so obviously cared despite his constant denial. His body moved faster than his mind could keep up, and his lips were on wukong's.

Back then, he’d expected wukong to pull away, to warn and say he wasn’t ready for such actions yet.

But he was immediately proven wrong when wukong didn’t even hesitate to kiss him back.

And macaque melted into the kiss, into the feeling of being loved, of being wanted.

Of being someone’s cherished priority.

They’d pulled away faster than either of them liked, staring at each other with slightly swollen lips and glassy eyes.

Wukong said nothing for a while after that, and macaque had been slightly worried. Had he gone too far?

But one look at wukong told him the opposite. Despite not saying anything, wukong was looking at macaque as if he was his entire world.

Like he would disappear any minute if wukong took his gaze off him.

Macaque blinked back into the present to wukong looking at him, the same lovesick look in his eyes, the same awed expression covering his face.

The fact that the expression remained the same even after years of dating; of being married; gave macaque a sense of comfort he couldn’t explain.

Wukong blinked, lips parting slightly, and macaque huffed in response.

“Welcome back, idiot. How was the love trip?” macaque asked, raising an eyebrow.

Wukong groaned, falling backwards onto the bed.

“Terrible,” he complained but smiled. “Why does macaque have to be so pretty?”

Despite blushing under the compliment, macaque waved him off. “Shut up, bastard. We have shit to unpack, things to get ready. Move.”

Sighing dramatically, wukong kicked his shoes off and moved further onto the bed. “But mac,” he wailed. “I’m tired. The jet lag is real!”

Seriously?

“You slept for like three hours of the flight and then basically disassociated for the entire cab here,” macaque deadpanned. “You cannot be that tired.”

He reached for one of the suitcases, crouching down as he lay it flat and opened its zipper.

“Now c’mon, move your ass.”

He heard wukong shuffle a bit on the bed behind him, but otherwise, the brunette seemed to make no move to help. Always the slacker.

Rolling his eyes, macaqye stood back up, eyeing his husband. “How about this,” he said, wukong letting out a small hum to indicate that he was listening.

“You help me unpack at least one suitcase– stop whining let me finish– and we can nap for a few hours before dinner,” he said, knowing he’d hit a jackpot as wukong's head lifted, causing their eyes to meet. Macaque smiled. “How does that sound?”

They stared each other down for a hot minute, and macaque could see the gears turning in wukong's head, considering the best option.

“Okay,” wukong murmured eventually, slowly standing up from the bed. “ One suitcase and then you nap with me.”

Macaqye shrugged. It was the best he was gonna get.

“Yeah,” he beamed. “One suitcase.”

It ended up being both the suitcases, both unpacked and tucked away neatly because wukong cannot say no to macaque once the latter is set on something.

Not to mention that he cannot leave something unfinished once it’s started.

Wukong complained for half the time it took them to unpack the second suitcase, macaque laughing at him in return.

“You could just stop, you know, I only said one suitcase.”

“Shut up, mac.”

Nevertheless, macaque had his own side of the bargain to uphold.

After an hour of shuffling items around the room, macaqye finally finished unpacking their last bag, putting it on one of the chairs they were provided with.

Turning back to the bed, he spotted wukong already sprawled on top of it, a happy and hopeful glint shining in his eyes. His husband stared at him expectantly, waiting for macaque to join him.

“Yeah, yeah,” macaque laughed, making his way over to their shared bed. “Move over, you shitpole.”

Beaming, wukong complied, making space. Macaque wasted no time climbing into the bed, pushing himself close to the ginger. Wukong chuckled in response, his chest vibrating. “Needy, aren’t we mango?”

“Shut up,” macaque grumbled in response, “you wanted this, not me.”

Wukong hummed in agreement as long arms found their way around macaque's bigger figure in return.

Most places that macaque shared with wukong he’d consider comfortable and safe, but being tightly wrapped in his husband’s arms was a feeling and gesture of appreciation and security that he’d come to treasure.

It made him feel warm in more ways than one, contently laying pressed against wukong's chest.

He knew that this was a luxury reserved only for him, that the shorter man would never let anyone else this close to him willingly.

Wukong hadn’t been big on physical touch gestures when they first started dating, only accepting short, self-initiated hugs and holding hands.

Macaque never minded, his main priority was always making sure wukong was comfortable.

He’d add certain gestures as time went on, like circling the back of wukong's palm when they held hands sometimes or laying his head on the ginger's shoulders occasionally.

Wukong never pulled away from such advancements, making sure to tell Macaque clearly if he wasn’t feeling up to physical touch at all, some days.

“Sure,” he replied, shrugging. “But don’t you wanna meet your brats? The ones you claim to love so much?”

Wukong groaned louder. “They can wait,” he said, voice muffled by the duvet. “They’ll live.”

Macaqye laughed. “Yeah?” He asked, walking closer to the bed to make sure wukong heard him. “And how would eighteen-year-old you feel, if I didn’t show up to a convention you were expecting me at?”

Low blow, macaque knew, but he was right. If anyone could visualise the disappointment, it would be wukong himself.

It seemed to have grabbed wukong's attention because he threw the covers off of himself, shooting up like a bullet.

“I think I would’ve actually broken something,” wukong said in response, “you’re right, we can’t do that to them.”

“We can’t,” macaqye agreed through laughter, “so let’s get there, yeah?”

He proceeded to smile as wukong nodded, getting out of bed and getting ready with more determination than macaqye thinks he’d ever seen his husband have.

MACAQUE @liu

panel with the moron today. don’t miss it because i ain’t ever doing this shit again

[ Attached: Photo of their hotel room. Macaque's creator pass is shown visibly to the camera, covering the bottom half of the photo. Wukong is turned around in the background of the photo, blurry and seemingly moving around. ]

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Lara (GOING TO VIDCON!!) @pslara
Replying to @liu

…what is wu doing in the background??

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MACAQUE @liu
Replying to @pslara

looking for his creator pass. he’s been at it for almost 15 minutes. i have the pass lmao

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“I’m about to tweet it,” wukong said, typing the tweet out on his phone as they walked towards the main convention. “First tweet on that account in eight years, mac, can you believe that?”

Macaque shrugged. “I’m honestly surprised it didn’t get purged after being inactive for so long.”

Wukong hummed. “I’ve liked some things on it over the years, that’s probably why. It wasn’t totally inactive.”

“Fair enough.”

Wukong smiled as he hit send tweet, pocketing his phone and heading to the convention, his husband’s hand in his.

Xiao // macaque's NOW HUSBAND @macaquesn1dickrider

Would this be a bad time to tell you all that I’m actually wukong?

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Sofie (at VidCon) @sofieflowerrs
Replying to @macaquesn1dickrider

Dude i know you’ve been simping over macawue for like 8 years but this is another level of jealousy…

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Wukong could only describe VidCon as insane. There were people absolutely everywhere, some in cosplays, costumes, colourful clothes, he’d even seen multiple people literally walking around in boxes.

Being creators themselves, he and macaque got to use the fast access lanes and hang around backstage, away from the majority of the crowd.

Eight years ago, he would’ve fainted at the mere thought of being at VidCon at all, let alone backstage, with macaqye.

They’d been stopped at some point, by a little girl covered in face paint, looking for her parents.

Neither of them had any idea how she’d gotten past the security and backstage, but macaqye wasted no time in helping her out.

He’d mutter soothing words, calming the child down, and held her small hand in his own as he helped her look for her parents.

They’d been thanked profusely by both the parents and the kid, who practically leapt at macaqye in a grateful hug, which the latter gladly accepted.

Wukong was quick to dedicate the entire feat to macaqye because he hadn’t done anything but watch and adore macaque's skill with children.

And God, Dazai would be lying if he said he didn’t find it attractive.

“Have you always been this good with kids?” He found himself asking macaque as they returned backstage.

“Nah,” macaque answered, clicking his tongue. “Eighteen-year-old me actually used to hate them. They’d mess everything up where I worked.” He paused. “Guess I just grew fond of them after I quit that shitty retail job.”

Wukong stared at him for a second, before wrapping him in a hug. “I’m glad you did.”

Macaque let out a small noise of surprise, hugging back. “Yeah,” he said with a huff, “Me too.”

Wukong @sunny

Excited for the panel??~ We’re on in an hour!

[ Attached: Photo of macaque sitting in the creator lounge, scrolling his phone. Wukong's hand can be seen making a peace sign in front of the camera lens. ]

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Wukong was not expecting this many people.

Peeking through the backstage curtain, he could make out rows upon rows of people all packed into one hall, all anticipating him and macaque's arrival on stage.

Now, he was used to streaming in front of thousands of viewers, reaching up to the hundred thousands on some occasions. But seeing all of these people in person was one hell of a reality check.

He’d been confident about the panel up until this point, ready to put on the show of a lifetime. Answer some questions, make jokes, and annoy macaqye. The usual.

But standing there, waiting to go out in front of everyone there? God, he was going to die.

Closing the curtain, he looked over his shoulder to see macaque chilling against one of the walls, scrolling through his phone, completely relaxed.

As if absolutely nothing was wrong. As if they weren’t about to go on stage in front of thousands of people , to talk and answer questions.

The thought made him almost sick to the stomach.

Macaque must have felt his inner panic, because he proceeded to look up from his phone, eyes flooding with concern as he took his partner’s state in.

"Hey," macaque said, pocketing his phone. "You alright?"

Wukonf could only sigh, rubbing his face with his hand as he made his way to one of the armchairs.

His husband, of course, was quick to follow.

Macaque crouched down in front of the armchair, looking up at wukong's, eyes expectant but not forcing.

He wanted to help macaqye understand, he really did.

To talk about exactly what was bothering him, how terrified he was to actually go up on a stage. How the thought of being exposed to that many real, human gazes all but suffocated him.

It was embarrassing. Humiliating. He was a confident person by nature, he streamed in front of thousands of people almost on the daily. But he couldn't handle a simple stage panel?

There was no way to explain it to macaque in a way he could understand.

Thankfully, he didn't have to explain anything, because macaqueseemed to understand without a word.

Curse his husband for knowing him so well.

"Hey," macaqye repeated, voice as soft and as calming as he could make it. "No need to be embarrassed. Stage fright happens to the best of us."

To emphasise his point, he placed his hand on wukong's leg, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles.

And to hell with it all, wikong wanted to sob. Macaque was perfect, way too perfect for the likes of him.

"Shi hou, they love you," he said, not taking his eyes off wukong's own. "They love us. They came here because they love what we do. No one here will make fun of you."

But they will, wukong thought. I can’t hide behind a screen any more, no moderator can ban them.

After a moment, macaque added: "Well, except for me."

Of course.

Wukong couldn't help but smile at the poor attempt at humour. “Wow,” he mumbled, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I feel so reassured.”

Macaque's face immediately brightened.

"There we go," he said, louder this time. "Listen, you're gonna go up there, and you're going to be your stupid, annoying self, and they're going to love it. "

Wukong glared, but it was half-hearted at best. "Yeah," he agreed. "They will."

"They will," macaqye repeated, nodding. "And if they don't, well," he paused, thinking.

"Then I'll beat them up. And you'll only have me to love you. How's that sound?"

Wukonf snorted. Of course, macaqye would say something like that. He'd always been like that, adorably protective since the very, very beginning.

When they were still only dating, macaque would not let anyone touch wukonf if the latter didn't want it, not even a handshake or a pat on the back.

It may have seemed excessive to an outsider, but wukong appreciated it in every way possible.

Wukong knew macaque meant it. VidCon safety regulations aside, if a single person tried to hurt or insult wukong they'd be done for.

“Sounds great,” wukong answered, and he found himself meaning it. He was going up there with macaque, not on his own.

He knew that if anything got too much for him he could count on macaque to get him out.

Macaqhe continued staring at him, searching his face for something deceiving, for any trace of a lie.

He seemed to have found none because he smiled again and stood back up.

“And listen here, peach,” macaque said sternly, wukong looking up at him, now. “If at any point during that panel, you feel unsafe, uncomfortable or just generally not good then you tell me and I will get you– no– us, off that stage, yeah? There’s no shame in it at all and–”

Macaque continued rambling about wukong's comfort and safety, but wukong couldn’t help tuning out his words in favour of staring at his partner in awe.

He didn’t need this pep talk anymore. He knew that as long as macaque was there with him, he could get through anything, including a measly VidCon panel, just fine.

“mac,” he said, interrupting the shorter man, who had now started pacing as he rambled. Wukong looked at him, head tilted.

“Thank you."

Macaque blinked, obviously not expecting the words. “Yeah,” he said, nodding. “You’re welcome.”

As if on cue, a voice boomed through the entire hall, including backstage.

“Welcome to VidCon everyone!” The presenter said through the mic, and the crowd screamed.

Wukong stiffened slightly but relaxed when he found his hand clasped in macaque's.

“Now, I know what you came to this specific panel to see,” the man presenting continued. “The two special guests who have held their spot securely on the internet for ten and eight years respectively-

- A duo that was once rumoured to be rivals, but recently became one of the hugest collab sensations– and couples– in internet history. With stories to tell and questions to answer, they’ll be here for a full hour!"

The crowd screamed and cheered some more, as the man let the anticipation build.

(I didn't know what to write with Macaque's name lol)

“Well then, without any more delays,” he said, “Who here is ready to see and interact with li'uer macaque and sun wukong?"

The screams, cheers and sounds the crowd let out at that sentence were deafening.

Wukong felt a lump form in his throat once again as the man kept speaking. “Now, I’ll call them up in a second, but before I do,” he said.

“There are some safety rules I need to go over– boring, I know– but in regards to regulations I, unfortunately, need to.”

He proceeded to go through basic safety rules, general creator etiquette, and other things that wukong completely tuned out.

His anxiety returned in waves, and he instinctively squeezed macaque's hand tighter.

He felt macaque begin to rub circles on the back of his hand, as he used to whenever wukong was nervous about touch.

Wukong appreciated it; it helped remind him that macaque was still there, by his side and willing to follow him anywhere he went.

Wukong braced himself for what was coming. He would just have to grin and bear it.

He was brought out of his self-induced panic by a member of the backstage crew tapping his and macaque's shoulders, informing them that they were going to be called on any minute.

Taking one last deep breath and with one more look at macaque next to him, he listened.

"Well then! You've waited long enough!" The presenter exclaimed, the cheering picking up once again. "Please welcome onto the VidCon stage: Liu'er macaque and sun wukong!"

The screaming could've absolutely destroyed his eardrums if he hadn't been used to loud noises. Macaque, bless his soul, took the lead as he led himself and wukong onto the stage.

As soon as wukong stepped foot on the stage, the size of the audience once again hit him like a truck. All of these people were here to see him . To see him and macaque.

Blinking his worries away and focusing on macaque, he saw him grinning wildly and waving to the audience as they made their way to the two seats placed in the centre of the stage.

Following his lead as always, wukong copies Macaque's movements, putting on his signature grin and waving to the audience. He must have been very convincing because they cheered louder.

He watched as macaque greeted the presenter, shaking his hand. He repeated the motion, shooting a quick "hi," to the man before sitting down.

They were both handed a mic, wukong's with a yellow handle and Chuuya's with a purple one.

"Hey, you brats," macaque spoke confidently into the mic, and the crowd erupted into more cheers and screams of "hi!", "Hello!", "Hey!"

"Damn there's a lot of you," he said, and wukong watched as his face morphed into one of absolute amazement. "This is cool as hell."

The crowd laughed, and so did the presenter. Then, suddenly, all eyes were on wukong.

He gulped but held the mic closer to his face nonetheless.

"Um, hi, chat!" He said, his voice circling the room, and god are they going to cheer after every single sentence? The audience greeted him the same way they did macaque, albeit less cursing.

Looking at all the people in front of him, smiling at him like he was the best person in their life, made him feel slightly less nervous. He didn't let the opportunity go.

"Are you all ready to watch me annoy mac in real-time?~" He chirped with a bit more confidence and grinned when the audience actually, genuinely laughed.

He looked over at macaque, expecting a scowl or a frown, but all he saw was a proud smile covering his husband's face and a fond roll of his eyes.

"Well then," the presenter said, "I'll excuse myself now. Enjoy chatting with these two!"

And, quieter, away from his mic, he told wukong and macaque: "If you need anything, just press the button at the bottom of your mics or call for a staff member."

With that, he left the stage, leaving the married duo alone with the hyper audience.

"Right," macaque said after he was gone. "We weren't actually given a schedule for this, so we're just gonna make shit up. Let's start with questions?"

The crowd cheered as he looked over to wukong. "That alright with you, shi hou?"

Wukong blinked. He was not expecting that.

"Real name usage on stage, mac?" He asked slyly, gaining a laugh from the audience who was already screaming. "How bold.~"

"Shut up, bastard," macaque rasped in response, "you always call me macaque anyway."

Wukong hummed. " Everyone calls you macaque, stupid mango," he said, shaking his head. "Would you rather I call you mi–"

"Don't," macaque interrupted with a scowl. "Don't even say it, idiot."

Wukong grinned wider, and suddenly the whole thing felt a lot less terrifying. It was the same as ever, bickering with macaque in front of an audience, just like on stream.

With his newfound confidence, he turned to the audience.

"Ignoring the stupid one," he sang into the mic, "let's get some questions!"

The crowd cheered as macaque groaned from his seat.

"Fine," macaque said. "Raise your hand if you have a question– don't make it stupid, we won't answer those– and if you're chosen a crew member will hand you a mic."

With that explanation, they watched as almost every hand went up.

“Wow, okay you guys definitely are excited,” macaque said into the mic, gathering more laughter from the crowd. “Hey, sunny, wanna pick someone?”

“Uhmm,” wukong mumbled, eyes scanning the crowd until his gaze finally landed on someone with an insanely cool hairstyle in the middle of the crowd.

It was some sort of mohawk, but it was coloured rainbow . He pointed in their direction, putting the mic back near his lips as he spoke. “You, with the awesome hairdo. What’s your question~?”

The person in question was quickly given a mic, and a soft voice rang through the speakers.

“Um, hi,” they said, wukong giving a little wave in return and macaque nodding. “My question is for both of you– I’m not sure if this has been vaguely answered before or not, but… when did you two meet?”

All eyes back onto the couple, wukong chuckled.

“I’m pretty sure I did vaguely answer this back in the Celebrity Spotlight a few months back,” he answered, “but no harm in giving you a concrete answer!”

Silencing the crowd with his hand, macaque took over.

“We met online eight years ago,” he said into his mic, “they were… strange circumstances to say the least but we managed to make it work. Next question.”

That’s one way of putting it, wukong thought, as he spoke again.

“Now, now, mac! Give them some more!” He exclaimed, smiling at the audience. “macaque and I met online eight years ago, met up more or less seven years ago, started dating about six years ago and got married four years ago."

The crowd was silent as he finished his timeline, before promptly erupting into screams.

“Exciting, I know,” wukong grinned, as macaque added: “Do be careful online, though. We are not a good example in this case.”

Rolling his eyes, wukong laughed along with the audience as they moved on to the next audience question.

For the next fifty minutes, they answered question after question, some too awkward or too personal.

One of wukong's personal favourites was ‘Is macaque as confident as on stream?’ to which the ginger had replied: ‘Absolutely, he’s the cockiest person I’ve ever met.’

Eventually, the end of the panel came.

“Alright, you idiots,” macaque rasped into the mic. “We have time for one more question, so make it fuckin’ count.”

Wukong chuckled as the entire audience’s hands went up once again.

Macaque took the initiative and chose someone randomly from up the front, and a mic was given to them.

“Okay, um,” they stammered out, “This might make no sense to you, but I have to ask. Wukong, were you really that xiao person on Twitter?”

Some confused murmurs went through the crowd, and some laughter was heard from other parts of it.

Wukong laughed the loudest. “I knew tweeting that before the panel would be hilarious!”

He grinned evilly at the crowd before answering.

“Yeah, that’d be me!” He chirped into the mic, throwing macaque, who was on the verge of laughter, a smirk. “Looks like being macaque's number-one fan worked out pretty well, huh?”

He paused for a second before adding: “For those who are confused, I used to run a stan account– yes that kind of stan account– on Twitter, dedicated to my one and only beloved.”

The crowd went ballistic at this information, filling the room with more screaming than wukong ever heard in his life.

After a moment there was a high-pitched sound followed by some rebound-filled thumps as macaque tapped his mic from next to wukong, all attention falling on him again and the room filling with silence.

"If I remember correctly," he spoke into the mic, his voice echoing around the large hall once again. "Wasn't the accounts username, and I quote, 'macaque's number one dick rider?'”

Good move, mac.

The sound level in the hall quickly rose as the entire crowd started laughing, cheering and screaming, turning their attention back onto the now red-faced brunette. 

"I think macaque has memory loss," he replied, holding the mic up. "Because it was definitely not anything like that!" 

He wanted to continue defending his honour, but noticing macaque and the crowd's disbelieving looks, he sighed in defeat.  

"Alas," he tried instead, his voice once again adopting a teasing tilt, which stretched out into a whine. "Maybe so, but that gives us all one lesson." 

Wukong paused for dramatic effect, ignoring the faint snickers that still stood out in the otherwise silent room. With one more smug look at macaque, he spoke. 

"Never give up on your dreams." 

Macaque spluttered, glaring at wukong as he grinned shamelessly, the entire crowd flooding with laughter.

He didn’t get to say anything, because wukong promptly stood up. “Welp!” He announced and dramatically dropped the mic in front of macaque, who rushed to catch it.

Wukong walked off stage casually, a spring in his step, macaque staring dumbfounded in his direction with two microphones in his hand.

After a solid minute, wukong heard macaque speak:

“Yeah I think that’ll be all from us today,” he said as the crowd screamed. “See you around the con!”

Macaque then proceeded to angrily grumble as he stomped off the stage, heading directly for wukong.

And he looked angry.

Uh oh.

“mac, my love, we can talk about this, we can–” wukong began, but was cut off as macaque grabbed him by the shirt, dragging him further backstage.

“We are talking about this,” macaque rasped, “but somewhere else, you bastard.”

Wukong wisely chose to say nothing more as macaque pulled him along.

Retweeted by CHUUYA

xiao // Macaque's NOW HUSBAND @macaquesn1dickrider

Would this be a bad time to tell you all that I’m actually sun wukong?

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MACAQUE @liu

yes, @macaquesn1dickrider is shitty wukong. yes, it was the account that i met him through. yes, he is a former fan of mine and yes, that is actually the username. follow him or not i don't care, i don't think he even uses the account anymore.

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SUN WUKONG!!! (YES, REALLY!) @macaquesn1dickrider
Replying to @liu

HAHA I TOLD Y’ALL!! I AM THE REAL THING THROUGH AND THROUGH! FROM FANBOY TO HUSBAND, BABY!

[ Attached: Photo of wukong and macaque, in front of a store mirror, wearing matching red, heart-shaped sunglasses. Macaque seems to be laughing at something in the photo, as wukong holds the phone in front of them. ]

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MACAQUE @liu
Replying to @macaquesn1dickrider

shut up, you bastard. you just got insanely lucky.

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SUN WUKONG!!! (YES, REALLY!) @macaquesn1dickrider
Replying to @liu

The luckiest!!~ <33

[ Attached: Photo of macaque placing the item he was reaching in a grocery trolley. A caption is added across the photo, spelling out ‘had to ask for help’. ]

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