#and the glasses on the head makes me go BRRR

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pics of joe that i cannot get out of my head today. enjoy. 🧸💗

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GtWAC Day 1:

Reblog your go to comfort fic

If you have not read The Stranding (and by extension, The Rescue) by the darling @belethlegwen you are deeply missing out! The sheer amount of content is truly a blessing, and considering its still being updated?? ASDFJHSLK

Belle is an incredible story teller, and this shines through in her writing so well I feel like I'm getting flashbanged by talent.

You know that typical writing advice about not introducing too many characters, especially early on as it divides the reader's attention?? BELLE STOMPS ON THAT.

AND

IT

WORKS

I genuinely can't get over how much I am in love with her characters. I must admit- I am the typical reader with one too many bonks to the head that can't seem to focus on/ remember/ care about more than 3-5 characters- that is not the case here.

Every character she introduces has my interest piqued- each one feeling alive and at home in their setting. And its not just likeable in the sense of "oh I'd be friends with them" (and she absolutely has many characters I'd love to be friends with)- its these raw and real characterizations that make you like them as a character.

They have their own mystery to them too- even if its not direct. Her characters make you wonder more about their past and why they act the way they do. They can be frustrating, immature, stubborn, even cruel- but they feel so deeply real.

Both written works from Sizeable Ship Wrecks are among my favorite things I've read- both inside and outside of the G/t sphere to the point I feel as though I could shamelessly recommend this to someone outside of the G/t community and be confident they would enjoy it.

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Hopelessly Devoted (PART TWO)

Summary: After spending the whole night finishing the documents Tommy had asked for the previous day, you woke up confronted by his cold demeanour once against. Your heart only breaking further when you had to sit through his birthday celebration at the Garrison opposite the new barmaid he was now seeing. If that wasn't enough, you watched on as the one thing you never thought would get replaced did, when Tommy was given a birthday gift in a small box.

Warnings: Language, angst, fluff, mutual pining

"Wakey wakey, rise and shine" Arthur said as he stood in front of your desk with a huge grin on his face. " You're a bloody snorer" he chuckled as he dropped the accounts book that was sitting amongst the various documents on your desk right next to your head in attempts to wake you again.

" Fuck sake" you mumbled, your whole body jolting at the loud noise as you reached your hand out pushing the book away from you. " I don't snore" you said with a grunt as you slowly lifted your head from the papers beneath you, one of them awkwardly stuck to the side of your cheek which Arthur took no time in ripping from your face, leaving you with a lingering sting. With a cheeky smirk playing on the corner of his lips he looked back at you and the glare you was sending his way, knowing how much you desperately wanted to return the favor, but thankful that you hadn't enough energy to do so in your sleep deprived state.

" Late night?" he asked picking up your half empty glass of whisky, swirling it around before downing the rest. " Brrr fuck! That'll put hair on your balls" he said grimacing at the sharpness from the bitter liquor. "Not that you would know, since you know, you don't have..."

" Ok Arthur shut up, I get it " you interrupted as you rubbed the side of your neck feeling the soreness of the uncomfortable position you had slept in all night start to set in.

" You gonna tell me what you were doing here all night then?" he asked as he perched himself on the edge of your desk looking to you then back to all the workers now making their way through the betting shop.

" Tommy wanted me to finish these" you said as you collected the documents in front of you, your eyes quickly darting to his face knowing what his reaction would be. " Deadlines today Arthur..." you said as he slowly nodded his head, rubbing the side of his nose with his thumb. " He asked me because I'm the only one that will finish it on time" you added trying to convince him and yourself you hadn't become a complete push over. " Please, just don't. Don't say it" you said before he had a chance to reply, turning your head away as you tried to fight back the tears now welling in your eyes, knowing full well how pathetic you had become in your desperate attempts to please his brother.

" Come on love" Arthur said as he placed his hand firmly on your shoulder trying to comfort you in his own way. "Where's that girl I used to know ay? She would've kicked him in the balls already, or at least told him to fuck off if he asked her to stay an extra five minutes let alone a whole night" he chuckled trying to make you laugh as a small smile broke free from your lips.

" There you go" he said giving your shoulder a small squeeze as Tommy walked in, quickly turning the mood sour again. Bringing your head down in embarrassment at your show of emotions you frantically brushed away your tears, hiding yourself from his piercing glare.

" Those papers done?" Tommy said walking through the betting shop as Polly followed behind. No greeting, no smile, cold as ever. This was the Tommy you had now become accustomed to since his return from France, since your break up.

" Hello would be nice " Arthur replied for you. " You know, good morning, how are you? Oh I'm fine Tommy, bloody fantastic!" Arthur said as he stood up gesturing with his hands whilst his brother ignored his theatrics.

" Have them on my desk in ten minutes" Tommy replied slamming his office door, pulling the blind down.

" Birthday boys in a mood" Arthur said turning back to you as you sent him a small nod, the smile he had managed to coax from you having left the moment Tommy walked through the door. " Coming for a drink tonight?" Arthur asked as he walked back in front of your desk, forgetting or purposely leaving out the fact those drinks would be for Tommy's birthday. " Me and you Y/N we'll have a little dance, that'll cheer you up" he said mimicking a waltz all by himself as Polly turned around from the pot of boiling water she was pouring, her eyes widening in horror at Arthur's dangerously swaying hips.

" Jesus Christ, you're putting me of my tea" she chuckled as she walked over with a cup for you. "You'll end up in hospital dancing with him, he's all legs and arms " Polly said as Arthur stopped to look at the blank expression on your face, unresponsive to any attempts he desperately made to get you to laugh.

" Would you lot stop fucking around and get to work!" Tommy yelled from his office as he slammed his newspaper on the desk in front of him.

" Bloody party pooper, ay Y/N? " Arthur laughed trying to cheer you up once more as a smile finally reappeared on your lips lighting his eyes up in accomplishment. You could always count on Arthur to try and cheer you up. You and everyone else in the betting office were convinced he had made it his life mission to get at least one smile or laugh from you a day, even if it meant ridiculing himself at your expense. " Yes Sergeant Major" Arthur saluted as he opened Tommy's office door, the huff of a response from his brother loud enough to remind everyone just how much of a mood he was in or more specifically, the year long mood he had been in with you.

Sitting in front of your desk you collected all the papers in your hand placing them neatly together in a file, nervously biting your bottom lip as you glanced up to Tommy's door. Quickly looking around the room you turned away from everyone as you pulled out a small mirror and lipstick from within your handbag. Dabbing a small amount onto your fingers you brushed the cherry red gloss onto your lips, rubbing the rest into your cheeks to give your self a rosy glow. God you was pathetic you thought to yourself as you closed your compact mirror, the loud snap of it shutting inadvertently snapping you out of your pitiful attempts to look nice for him. But yet you continued in your endeavour to make yourself look more presentable as you pushed your fingers through your hair, taming your rebellious locks into something more orderly than the birds nest currently framing your face. Placing the folder under you arm you stood up heading for his office, head held high, summoning as much confidence as you could.

" I know you're up to something Thomas. Billy Kimber..." Polly was saying when you opened the door and she and Tommy turned to look at you.

" Sorry, I know you wanted these since the deadlines today" you said as you looked down at the documents in your hand stood between the door frame.

" Twenty minutes " Tommy replied taking out his watch as your shoulders dropped, his cold manner never ceasing to crush the small amounts of courage you could muster up nowadays. Rolling her eyes Polly walked over to you, pulling you in as she shut the door.

" Come on love, come in" she said with a smile as she took the file from you looking through it briefly when her eyes snapped up to Tommy. Clearing his throat Tommy fidgeted in his chair his eyes darting to his Aunt then back to the cigarette between his fingers.

" Pass me the diary Y/N" Tommy said shifting away from the formidable stare his Aunt was sending him. Was he seconds away from feeling the back of her hand like he did on a daily occurrence when he was a child? He thought to himself as her eyes pierced into him. Nodding you walked over to the shelves behind him as the fabric of your dress brushed against his leg, your perfume filled with notes of vanilla and jasmine quickly engulfing his senses, transporting him back to happier times. Leaning over you placed the large book in front of him as your hair slowly cascaded down to his face, swaying gently across his cheek, sending a shiver of goosebumps throughout his body. A sudden surge of emotions rushed towards him, catching him off guard as he briefly lost himself in the memories your presence conjured up.

" You can go" he said coldly, recomposing himself as he stubbed his cigarette out into the ash tray on his desk, his whole body stiffening at the intrusion of misplaced hurt now quickly filling his chest.

Turning around you walked to the door stopping momentarily as Polly curiously raised her brow, watching you as if she was anticipating a response. But no response came. Arthur was right, where was the girl you once was? That girl would have launched something at him, that or given him a kick in the balls. Instead you quietly closed the door behind you as you walked to your desk, deflated by his constant hostility towards you.

" You little shit!" Polly said throwing the documents she had been clutching tightly in her hand at Tommy the moment you shut the door. " These don't need filling out for another week. You had her stay all night!" she said placing both her hands on the table looming over her nephew" You can add scorned to your new founded personality Tommy" she hissed as she shook her head at him. "Not only do you remind her everyday of how wronged you feel, you won't let her move on. Keeping her here all hours, making her come in on the weekends, stopping all attempts of her ever being able to move on. You were so young, all you had to do was wait. But no, your stubbornness prevented that. And she waited for you Tommy oh did she wait, feeling guilty everyday for being mature on the matter, guilt forced upon her by you" she finished catching her breath, fed up with the way he had been acting. Standing up Tommy walked over to the window lighting a cigarette as he cleared his throat, the scolding he had just got from his Aunt unexpectedly unnerving him.

" You can go too" Tommy said dismissively as he looked out the window watching the busy streets below him while rubbing his brow with his thumb, feeling just as deflated as you.

" You're your own worse enemy" she said as she turned to face the door. "Oh and Tommy" she added as she looked over her shoulder at him. "That new barmaid you're seeing, I wouldn't count on her to piss on me if I was on fire" she said folding her arms as she left the office, leaving Tommy to wallow in his own self-pity.

Kicking the chair In front of him Tommy leaned back against the wall turning his head to look at you sitting at the desk just outside his office. Ten years ago today, did you think he'd forget. The promises he made the hopes and dreams you shared for the future. Polly's words had unsettled him, not because she was forcing him to remember but because it made him face the uncomfortable truth of how unfair he had been with you. You were too young, it was bad timing. That's what everyone said when Tommy asked you to marry him five days before leaving for France, a proposal you was sure he made on a complete whim. He had brought the ring, asked the priest, fuck he had even managed to scramble enough money together for a new suit. But you said no. Not because you didn't want to or because you didn't love him, but because his timing was bloody awful. He was days away from leaving to fight in a war that was claiming young men's lives every minute of every hour. Sure it was romantic, young couples were doing the very same thing up and down the country. But you wanted to wait, wanted to celebrate his return with something everyone could look forward to, something to hold onto as the lonely nights without him passed by. The last thing you wanted was to be left a newlywed and a widow, your nuptials stained by the possible outcome of him never returning. But Tommy being the stubborn man he was wouldn't accept your reasoning. He had quickly convinced himself you had been influenced by your family, by your friends, heck the whole of Small Heath for all he knew when you made him wait for your answer until the next day, popping the happy bubble you had both been living in for the past five years. Darting his eyes away from you Tommy clenched his jaw, leaning forward to grab his coat and diary on his desk as he stormed out his office. His bitterness was justified, you didn't love him the way he loved you, he was sure of it.

Five minutes until the end of the day and all you wanted to do was go home and sleep but being the good ol' sport you was you had agreed to go for drinks to celebrate Tommy's birthday.

As you all made your way to the door, Polly stood beside you casually speaking about her plans for the weekend you turned your head to the side to see Tommy stood right behind you, so close you could feel the heat of his breath on the back of your neck. Was this a new way he had chosen to make you feel uncomfortable? If it was it was certainly working you thought as you impatiently waited to leave. God what was taking John so long to open the door?

"It's bloody stuck again. It's this fucking weather it's freezing up the handle" John said as he rattled the doorknob trying to loosen it.

" Come on John give it a good push or are your hands too dainty?" Arthur shouted stood right behind Polly as she grimaced at his bellowing voice. A small traffic jam of people started to accumulate as everyone waited for John to get the door open, your bodies getting pushed closer together. With Tommy's firm statue now firmly pushed up against your back his eyes wandered down to your reddened cheeks, flushed from the contact of feeling him so close to you again. For just as much as your heart was rapidly beating so was Tommy's, the warmth of your body comforting in the only way that could.

" Bloody hell Curly" Uncle Charlie shouted as he stumbled into everyone pushing you all forward once more. Falling into you, Tommy quickly grabbed hold of your waist stopping you from stumbling over. His touch now so unfamiliar, your eyes darted down to his hand still resting on your hip as you watched his thumb instinctively brush over the curve of your body like he had done hundreds of times before. Suddenly realising, Tommy quickly moved his hand away as he cleared his throat.

" You was gonna fall" he said as you turned your head to the side in response to his sharp movements.

" Don't worry Tommy I wouldn't dare to think otherwise. We're done" you said surprised at how confidently the words had left your lips. Although not being completely honest with yourself, you had begun to realise you needed to stop, stop your constant lamenting over the past, stop your persistence in holding onto the faintest of hopes. Looking straight ahead you pushed your shoulder back, in turn pushing his body away from yours as you crossed your arms. You was getting tired of his shit. The remarks, the looks, his constant mood swings, enough was enough. Scoffing Tommy stepped back, giving you the space you clearly wanted as a small wave of self-doubt crept up on him in response. Had you moved on, met someone knew? Or had he taken things too far thinking you'd always be there waiting for him? The thought of either being true made him feel uncomfortably sick.

Now sat in the Garrison snug surrounded by Tommy's family and friends you looked up to see him sat directly in front of you, his arm draped over the back of the chair next to him, a scowl spread across his face. Trying to focus your attention elsewhere you ignored the constant glares he was sending your way, the words you had left him with clearly bothering his thoughts. He was getting impatient he wanted you to give him attention, wanted you to look his way. But every remark he made you would dismiss, unapologetically enjoying the growing confidence in you as you started playing the push and pull he had playing with you for the past year. That was until Grace walked in and sat next to him, snuggling into his side as Tommy fidgeted in his seat removing his arm from behind the chair as his whole body stiffened and he sat up straight. Feeling a sudden wave of nerves wash over you at the sight of them together your eyes quickly darted around the room when Arthur caught your line of sight sending you a wink and a smile, the self-doubt that was bubbling in your stomach quickly simmering down at the sight of his reassurance.

" Right a toast!" John said standing up as Arthur jumped up pushing him down by the shoulder.

" I'm the oldest, I do the toasting" he said lifting his glass as a sense of superiority rose within him. He may not be the boss but he was still the big brother and there were some things only big brothers did.

" Yeh whatever, just don't ramble on" John said as he rolled his eyes taking a sip of whisky.

" This time ten years ago on the eve of Tom's birthday..."

" Jesus Christ..." Polly mumbled under her breath as Arthur started his speech.

" I had just scored the biggest loot of of my life and Tommy the biggest win of his. A night never to be forgotten. To whisky, sprouts and cramped storage rooms. Happy Birthday baby brother!" Arthur finished, downing his drink then slamming it on the table as everyone looked at eachother mumbling happy birthdays whilst they raised their glasses in complete confusion at the meaning behind Arthur's toast. Looking up through hooded eyes Tommy caught your eye as you both sent eachother smile, the memories of that night flooding back to you both. Watching the moment between you Grace gripped harder onto Tommy's arm, uncomfortable with the way he was looking at you, the way she often caught him looking at you.

" What in the bloody hell was that toast?" John said as he looked up to Arthur, his whole face scrunched up, completely bewildered by his older brothers speech.

"Those that needed to hear it, heard it" Arthur said trying to sound poetic.

" Sit down Arthur" Polly said shaking her head as she poured herself a third glass of whisky.

" Anyway..." Grace said raising her brow turning to Tommy as she pulled out a small box from her bag. " Happy Birthday" she said kissing his cheek as she handed the gift to him. Putting his drink down Tommy cleared his throat as he sent her a faint smile, opening the present she had offered him. Looking down into the box Tommy's eyes quickly darted up to your face as he pinched his bottom lip. Furrowing your brow at his sudden change in expression, you quickly understood as to why he reacted the way he did when he pulled out a brand-new gold pocket watch from within the small box.

" Tom's already got a pocket watch, he's had it for ten years" Uncle Charlie was the first to say as he leant against the wall whilst the rest of the room suddenly went quiet.

" Exactly, ten years. I got him a new one, a nicer one" Grace said as you felt your heart suddenly drop into your stomach. " You not going to put it on?" She asked turning to Tommy as he nodded reaching into his waistcoat unclasping the watch you had scrimped and saved for a decade ago. Brushing his thumb over the front of it, you and everyone else watched as Tommy placed it on the table, glancing up to you and the tears now welling in your eyes.

" Thanks love" Tommy said attaching his new watch to the chain on his waistcoat, giving her a small peck to the lips as she smiled into the kiss.

" What are you doing?" She said as she watched Tommy turn the dials on his new watch back an extra five minutes, a habit ten years in the making first started by you. " It's five minutes too late" she laughed as she took it from him turning it to the correct time as Polly rested her hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze in reassurance as everyone else's eyes looked back at you knowingly. Picking up his old pocket watch Tommy was about to put it in his suit pocket when Grace quickly took it from him.

" I'll get rid of it, it's not like it's worth anything" she said whilst Tommy brushed his hand down his mouth as a heavy expression washed over his face. For ten years he had carried that watch against his body, ten years he had carried what felt like a piece of you with him. Its sentimental value was unmatched and Tommy did not want to be parted from it.

" I'll melt it down get some money from it" Arthur said reaching over the table grabbing it from her.

" You won't get much" she laughed as she looked around the room at everyone and the unamused expressions on their face, making it clear they did not share the same opinion. " It's scrap metal" she said as she shrugged her shoulders sipping on her whisky. Turning to Polly a tear fell down your cheek as you quickly collected you coat and bag into your lap.

" I need to leave" you said quietly as she nodded her head sympathetically, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Standing up you pulled your chair back when Tommy abruptly stood up at the same time taking everyone by surprise. Your eyes now locked onto eachother you momentarily stared at one another whilst he watched the cascade of tears fall down your cheeks.

" You bastard" you mouthed as Tommy swallowed harshly watching you storm out the room.

" Y/N wait up love, I'll walk you home" Arthur said climbing over the table not bothering to walk past everyone as glasses and bottles scattered all over the room. " Oops, sorry Grace" Arthur sniggered, clumsily treading on the end of her shoe as she yelped in pain.

" Arthur..." Tommy said as he watched his brother walk out the snug putting his old pocket watch in his coat, feeling like a part of his already broken heart had left.

" Y/N!" Arthur said running up to you. " Bloody hell when did you get so fast?" he joked as he spun you around.

" I can't... I can't do this any more" you said sobbing as you fell into his chest holding on tightly to the front of his coat as he wrapped his arms around you.

" Go on love let it out, have a good cry" he said sighing as he looked back to the Garrison. "You know it's my brotherly duty to give him a good punch in the balls now and then, he's long due one" he informed you as a small laugh escaped your sobbing cries.

" When you do, make sure you don't hold back" you said pulling away as he held onto your shoulders.

" You look like a snotty kid again" be said handing you a rag from his pocket which you furrowed your brow at.

" God knows where that's been" you sniffed throwing it on the ground beside you.

" Charming " he laughed as he pulled out Tommy's pocket watch. "Ere, this belongs to you" he said as he placed it in your hand.

" Melt it down Arthur, he doesn't want it. He has something new and shiny" you said bitterly, no longer reffering to watch but rather the barmaid constantly clinging onto him.

" Nah, don't believe it. He'll want it back, all of it." he said closing your fingers around it as you looked over his shoulder to see Tommy standing outside the Garrison watching you.

" Bye Arthur" you said as he turned to see his brother looking at you both, exhaling a cloud of smoke out into the bitter January air " Go, he's your brother, it's his birthday go celebrate with him" you said as you gave him a hug before you turned and headed for home.

"My watch?" Tommy asked as Arthur approached him, stopping to face his younger brother in the door way.

" You're breaking her heart you stubborn prick" Arthur said as he pushed past him ignoring his question as Tommy squinted into the distance, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips as he watched you turn the corner.

" She broke my heart first" Tommy muttered quietly under his breath as he threw his cigarette into the dirt heading back into the warmth of the Garrison.

Turning the corner onto the back alley of your bedsit you headed for home wiping your tears with the sleeve of your coat when you looked up to see two men blocking your way.

" Alright sweetheart?" One of them said as he turned to face you opening his coat to show you the gun he had sitting in his holster.

" I don't want any trouble let me pass" you said trying to move around him when he grabbed you, slamming you up against the brick wall.

" Tommy's girl right? He said, now holding tightly onto your arm as he looked to his friend for confirmation.

" No you've got the wrong girl" you said looking between them, shuffling in place as you tried to loosen yourself out of his grip.

" No, it's you alright. Said he had a girl waiting for him back in this shit hole of a town and that the barmaids Kimber's for the taking when he asked if he could dance with her at the races. Good thing he didn't bring you, 'cause I reckon Kimber would have rather had a dance with you instead" he said as he glared down at your body, brushing his tongue across his bottom lip. " Y/N right? Tommy's childhood sweetheart. No point in denying it love, everyone as far Kings Norton to Old Oscott have told us so" he said as you furrowed your brow in confusion. You hadn't been Tommy's girl since the war.

" I'm not his girl" you said stomping on his foot as you pushed past him.

" Jesus fucking christ! She's broken my toe, she bloody broke my toe! " he said as stumbled back onto the ground.

" It's definitely you, feisty little thing aren't you?" the other man said as he approached you leaving his friend to attend to himself. " We've heard whispers your boyfriend might be up to something. Tell him we're keeping our eye on him and if he doesn't play by the rules the boss will put a bullet through his head, but not before your gypsy lover watches you do the rounds with every single one of Kimber's men" he said as he opened his pocket knife in one swift movement, pointing it inches away from your throat. "Understood?" he said as you slowly nodded your head your eyes focused down at the blade now pressing against your skin and the burn of it slowly cutting into your flesh.

"Good" he said putting his knife back into his pocket as he turned to his friend leaning against the wall opposite you.

"She broke my fucking toe I'm sure of it"

" Would you quit your whining" his friend answered as he put his arm around his shoulder and they both turned the corner back onto the main street.

Leaning up against the cold brick wall you opened your coat as your chest heaved up and down your whole body trembling in fear. Turning your head you saw Isaiah one of Tommy's men at the end of the alley way watching you, his brow scrunched up in confusion at seeing Kimber's men leaving the same area where you was currently standing. Tipping the end of his cap to you, he glanced back at you a second time as he scratched the back of his head quickly walking off in the direction of the Garrison. Pulling your coat back around your body you stumbled along the cobbled path, your hand out against the brick wall beside you, keeping you up from your legs buckling beneath you as fear and adrenaline continued to course through your body. Fumbling in your bag you pulled out your keys as you watched your desperate attempts to open your front door, your shaking hands preventing you from even holding the key straight. Giving up you slid down the door collapsing onto the floor as a stream of tears fell down your cheeks, your mind replaying what had just happened. You knew of Tommy's dealing with Kimber, dealings you oversaw when Tommy got his own betting licence. That was supposed to be the end of it, but after what just happened you quickly realised Tommy had another plan, one that was not only putting his own life in danger again but yours too. Is that why he mentioned you to Kimber's men, not wanting to get his new fling in harm's way, his bitterness and hate towards you so strong he diverted their attention to you, diverted everyone's attention to you? Y/N Y/L/N Tommy Shelby's childhood sweetheart. Apparently he had the whole of Birmingham still thinking it, now a pawn in his never ending game for more power, more success. As you battled with all the questions running through your head you ended up at the same conclusion that not only did Tommy hate you he had let harm to come to you by putting you in the firing lane. Or had he? It had been a year since the command went out on the streets of Birmingham an order intended for your own protection decided long before any dealings with Kimber, a command that clearly hadn't gone unforgotten. You was not to be bothered not to be approached. No one was to lay a hand on you by order of the Peaky Blinders by order of Thomas Shelby, because you was still his girl, always.

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Touch Her Again. I Dare You. || Joe Burrow

That moment when you get placed between Sam Hubbard and Ja’Marr Chase as a protection force so your boyfriend Joe can kick some ass.

Pairing: Joey Brrr x femreader!

TW: y’all it’s jealousy Joe back again to play, protective Joe, a few curse words, mentions of blood, a brief fight, a spicy kiss and I believe that’s all that is up my sleeve on this smutty Tuesday night...

Enjoy my loves! :)

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You slipped into a new dress that fit you in all the right places. The second that you tried this on in the store, you knew right away it was going to turn heads. You needed a dress for a special New Years celebration that you were set to attend with your boyfriend Joe. A bunch of his teammates were invited, including their plus ones or significant others.

As you look over yourself in the mirror you couldn’t help but feel elevated in your confidence. “Babe.” There was a soft knock at the door and Joe slightly opens it to peak in.

“Oh good. Could you zip me up?” You ask and Joe fully enters the bathroom. His eyes roam every square inch of your body in the dress. He stood there in awe at the sight of you.

“Joe?” You snicker a little at his reaction. He steps forward and his hand fumbles around to find the zipper on the back of the dress. You felt a fingertip graze your bare skin and it sent shivers across your body. He delicately slides the zipper up to the top.

“Pardon me for staring so long. It’s just you look breathtaking in that dress.” Joe compliments you and it brings a soft blush to your cheeks.

“Thank you Joey.” You turn around to give him a kiss on his cheek. It gave you a moment to look at him in his all black attire. Black slacks, black button down, and a black suit jacket. The black hugged every muscle on his body and made him have this unbelievable masculine figure.

“Let’s get going before I change my mind about going to this and just stay here to enjoy every inch of you.” He turns you around and leans down to whisper in your ear. His hands were softly placed on your hips as he pushes his front against your backside.

His lips plant a kiss around the shell of your ear, then another down behind your ear, and a lingering one on your neck. You snatch his hand on your hip and turn around before he gets any further.

“Let’s go Mr. Burrow!” You say with that playful look in your eyes. Joe felt the flutter in his stomach from the way you just looked at him.

You guys gather up the rest of your stuff and meet in his car. He had put his black Cartier glasses when you look over at him as he pulls out of the garage. He drives through the backroads and you guys were in Cincinnati before you knew it. The sun was setting so the skyline was beginning to light up. Making that perfect city glow you loved to look at.

Joe pulls up to the building where the event was being held. He gets out to hand his keys to the valet driver and goes over to open your door. He holds his hand out and you get out with his help. A few people spotted Joe and called out his name. You both walk through the doors with your hands locked together.

The moment the doors of the elevator shut you could hear him sigh. You were in awe at how classy and sleek the building looked. The elevator was mirrored all around which made for a perfect photo-op.

“C’mere handsome and take a picture with me.” You say as you pull out your phone. He surprisingly didn’t fuss and just simply stepped in behind you. He looks at the phone while you angle the camera to where it slightly hides your and his face. Then he takes his out to snap a picture. You used him as a wall and rested your back against his front. Joe wraps his free hand around your waist. He towered over you with his 6’4 height.

The elevator doors open and it reveals a loud and busy floor. Gold streamers, balloons, and confetti was scattered every where. In one corner you can see a champagne fountain. And on the opposition is where the DJ was stationed with lights shooting out in every direction. A large disco ball hung from the ceiling and there was a lit up dance floor with people already busting out their best moves on it.

Surrounding the dance floor was tables and chairs. Along with a few curved booths. Looking straight out there was a patio area that had even more seating and tables and you guessed it, people.

Joe squeezes your hand and guides you behind him through the large crowd. He spots Sam standing at a table close to the bar and stops there first. You greet Sam with a smile and a soft hug. It was obvious you were slightly out of your comfort zone. You still were here to have a good time tonight.

“Hey can we get some drinks for the Mr and Mrs.” Sam holds his hand up to get the bartenders attention. He sees him and you look at Sam intensely from what he just said.

“Did you just say Mrs?” You ask Sam and there was a little smile on his lips.

“Close enough.” He shrugs his shoulders softly as he looks at you two. “By the way, you look very nice tonight.” He adds and takes a drink of his liquor of choice.

“I can say the same about you Mr. Hubbard.” You felt Joe put his arm around your waist in a slight jealous manner. He silently looks between the two of you. Joe lets you lean against his front so one he could hold you and two to let others know who you belong to. 

The bartender comes by to get your orders and you engage in a conversation with Sam about his recent disaster of a blind date. The night was just beginning and you guys had a couple more hours till midnight.

As the night went on you were putting back a few drinks. The other wives and girlfriends had started to show and you were having your fun with them. Joe and a few of the men were gathered around a curved booth. A few were sitting while others, like Joe was standing and people watching.

Joe was only watching you. He felt like it was neglect to take his eyes off you. Especially when you started dancing on the floor with your friends. The way your dress would slide up a centimeter at a time with each sway of your hips was driving him mad. He hated the fact that other men were possibly looking at you right now.

You were all giggly and tipsy which made this happy feeling in your heart. While keeping eye contact you walk over to Joe who immediately puts his hands on your waist once your reach his frame. It made him feel so proud that he was the man you chose to come up to. You were all his.

“Having fun m’lady?” He asks you and that earns a couple chuckles from his friends. You snatch his Cartier’s from the collar of his button up which was already a few buttons loose. 

You nod in response while placing the glasses over your eyes. “I want another drink.” Before he has a chance to react you walk out of his hold and head towards the bar. He shakes his head at your cute behavior.

You got the bartenders attention and she comes up to you with a smile. “Another one?” She had seen you the last few times and was making you the most delicious drinks you ever had. You nod your head excitedly. That’s when you notice you didn’t have your card with you. Joe was holding your things in his suit jacket pockets.

“Ope i forgot my card. I’ll be right back to pay you!” You inform the bartender and she nods her head. You turn around in a quick hurry to find Joe. The moment you face forward your body crashes into another’s. With a rough exhale at the impact you stumble back and felt unfamiliar hands grip your waist. 

“Let me buy you that drink sweetheart.” A deep voice rings in your ears and a burning feeling sparked in your stomach. The nickname that irked you the most in this world and some sleaze bag just said it to you. You take the Cartiers off and slide them between the middle of the dress’s neckline. 

“I’m good. I’ve got my own money.” You say and try to shake his hands off your waist. He places them right back on your body and that made you even more sick to your stomach.

“Come on. Don’t be a tease.” He replies.

“No.” You reply shortly and take your hands wrapping them around his wrists to push them off you. He wasn’t budging and you were starting to get scared.

“Get your fucking hands off of her right now before I break them off.” You hear Joe’s deep and protective voice shout through the music.

The guy grips even harder on your waist and it makes you whimper. Joe’s eyes turn dark at that sound and all he saw was red. His hands reach out to grab the collar of the guys shirt and steps his way between the two of you. You stumble back behind Joe.

“Y/n go find Sam and sit down with him. I’ll get your drink once I’m finished with this piece of shit.” You don’t hesitate and scurry through the crowd to find Sam.

When you find Sam he was sitting at the curved booth with Ja’Marr beside him. He looks up and can see the look of worry on your face. “Are you okay?” He stands up but you put your hand up to stop him.

“Can I sit with you for a second?” You ask Sam and he doesn’t hesitate to scoot over. He had a concerned look etched all across his face.

When you get situated between him and Ja’Marr you felt more protected for a moment. “What happened?!” Ja’Marr now looks at you and asks.

“I just wanted a drink and I was coming back to get my card from Joe and some guy grabbed me-“ The sound of your voice made both Sam and Ja’Marr go into protective brother mode.

“He did what? Where is this guy?” Sam’s tone was stern. You point towards the bar and that’s when you see Joe take a swing with his fist at the guys face.

Sam starts to get up but Ja’Marr reaches across you to hold him back. “Believe me, Joe’s got this.” He says with a smirk on his face. A crowd of people all gawk at the scene that was happening next to them. It wasn’t much of a fight since Joe practically knocked the guy out with one punch.

As the creepy guy lays in the floor. Joe straddles his body while slightly bending over and picks him up by the collar of his shirt again. “Touch her again. I dare you.” He says with the darkest tone of voice you had ever heard from him.

Two security guards come up to them and one lightly pulls on Joe’s arm to get him off the guy. Joe steps away and the security guards get the guy off the ground. You watch as they walk out with him and just like that everyone goes back to their business.

Joe takes his fingers and combs through his hair. You noticed that he had discarded his jacket on the table beside the booth. It looked as if his biceps were ready to shred his button up. You watch as he goes to the bar to get your drink and pay for it. This toothy smile lands on your face at your boyfriend and his behavior. 

Joe turns around to see you sitting in between his two best friends. A sigh of relief comes out of his mouth at the sight. Your little body was guarded between the two guys he trusts the most. Joe knew the moment he saw you in that dress he was going to have to fight anyone who tried to touch you. He didn’t mind though. He takes it as a compliment that he’s got the hottest girlfriend on this planet.

“Did he cry?” Ja’Marr asks and you tried to keep a straight face but you couldn’t hold it back. A soft little laugh leaves your mouth and Joe just stares at you with a grin. He hands you your drink with a proud look in his eyes. 

“Almost.” Joe replies and Ja’Marr and Sam both start laughing. You look at Joe’s hand and see his fists are still curled up. When you see the small scratch on his knuckle you immediately hop to your feet. 

“Are you okay?” Joe asks you. He actually asks you if you’re the one that’s okay. You set down the drink on the table next to his jacket. 

“I’m okay. Let me see your hand.” You grab his wrist gently and bring his fist up closer to exam it.

“I’m okay.” He says towards your concern.

“Come with me.” You command and pull him through the crowd to an open bathroom.

The bathroom was small but it would do for the time being. You find a wash cloth and run it under some warm water to clean off the blood. Joe takes your waist and lifts you up on the counter. He puts himself between your legs and out of instinct you wrap your legs around him.

There was a boyish smirk on his face that made you dizzy with excitement. “Let me clean this off before you get any ideas.” You say to him and take his hand away from one side.

You dab the cloth on his cut and make sure to clean it up. He was watching you very intently. It was hard for him to think straight with your pretty legs wrapped around him.

“I’m sorry Joe. I didn’t mean for that to happen or for you to get hurt.” You lightly mumble as you toss the cloth in the trash can.

“Look at me.” He commands. You do as he says and lock eyes with those blue orbs.

“Do not say sorry for being the prettiest woman here. Ever. The best part of being your boyfriend is fighting for you. The moment I saw you in this dress I could see your confidence from miles away. That is one of the sexiest thing to see. I will never be mad at you for dressing up and wanting to look good. I will fight whoever I have to without any hesitation.” Joe tells you and his face was inches away from yours.

Your cheeks were set on fire from his words. Hell, your entire body was set ablaze. “I love you.” You say to him.

“I love you pretty girl.” He hooks his arms slightly under your thighs to lift you up so you could level with him. Just as you lean in to kiss him you felt his hands move up to your ass to give it a squeeze.

A little grin forms across your face and it makes Joe slightly smile as you connect your lips together. He kisses you back with all the passion that was in his body at the moment. Your fingers go through his hair to deepen it even more. You two were making out so hard in that tiny little bathroom.

One of his hands slide under the bottom of your dress to feel your smooth skin. He expects to feel the outline of lace and is shocked to not feel a single thread. He disconnects your lips and rest his forehead against yours. His eyes look into yours once more.

“You’re not wearing panties are you?” He asks and this innocent look appears on your face. You lightly bite your lip. Joe softly shuts his eyes and lets a little groan out. He felt the rush of heat go down to his lower half in an instant.

“Is that a problem Mr. Burrow?” You innocently ask him. He swallows thickly to the point you see his Adams apple bob up and down. 

“Yup. And I’m going to do something about it.” He replies and this burning desire erupts in your stomach.

You look at your watch to see the time. “30 minutes till the New Year. You better get to going with that something.” You tease.

“I only need about 5 of those minutes darling.” A shiver runs down your spine at his cockiness. 

What better way to spend the New Year?

[writing-whump]

Enjoy being sick a little more

Seline is back. Rip has a cold. Matthew is trying to make sense of it all.

Matt felt rather stupid as he knocked on the door of the apartment Isaiah got for Dylan and Rip. It was right opposite theirs, but he had never been inside before.

There was lot of loud shuffling around before Dylan opened the door and waved him in without hesitation. "Oh thank god. Could you please take her away already?"

Matt's eyebrows shot up. "Huh? Who?"

"My sister, who else?"

"I- I didn't know she was back." A wave of annoyance rose in him with the realization. Couldn't she at least have said hello? Why was she here before going to her own place?

"Don't tell me she is actually moving over to you guys..."

Dylan froze mid-step and gave him a horrified look. "Oh, I sure hope not! I don't wanna be living with her again. Look what she has done to the place since she came! It's wrecked."

"It's called cleaning, D," came a raspy voice from the kitchen. Matt walked in, intrigued.

The kitchen was indeed a mess, pans and glasses outside their cupboards.

Rip was leaning on the counter, weirdly bright red dots almost glowing on his way too pale face.

Matt could also finally hear Seline's voice. She was talking rapidly in a language he couldn't understand inside the bathroom.

"She is putting everything out, cleaning it from 'dust' and putting it back. She threw herself at the bathroom while we wait for the kitchen to dry up," Dylan explained, following Matthew's gaze.

"You should go help-" Rip was interrupted by a throaty cough, almost doubling over where he stood. Matt suddenly understood why he was gripping the counter so strongly.

"You look like you should be in bed," the red wolf commented. He wasn't if there were rules in the wolf ettitqute about how he should talk with the pup, so he talked like anyone else. At least after the one month sea stay, Rip's shadow didn't react to nobody in the group as long as there were no shadows involved.

Rip rubbed at his throat like it hurt, before lifting his head again, tensing as if he forgot Matt was there. "I'm okay. This is nothing."

"He caught a nasty cold right after we got back. It's been transforming into a cough lately," Dylan reported. "Honestly. Instead of enjoying being sick he insists on helping Sel with cleaning. They are both hellbent on making me feel bad so I have to help too, although it's totally unnecessary."

Rip rolled his eyes. "It's our place. Your sister shouldn't be clea-" he broke into another coughing fit, making worrisome choking noises.

Matt was tempted to put his hand on his shoulder with how much Rip was swaying.

"It's her coping mechanism or whatever. She feels better when cleaning so let her clean. Win win situation. We are doing her a favour, really," Dylan protested smugly, throwing his hands out.

"I'm not even sure we are keeping the place now that her and Isaiah aren't..." Rip's voice trailed off, not because of the cough this time.

Matt sighed. Rip must have been worried about whether Isaiah would still want to pay for his ex-girlfriend's brother's place.

Dylan shook his head in disbelief as if the idea was entirely unfathomable. "He won't kick us out. Please. He is too noble and all that. And if he does, then Sel or my parents will pitch in."

Matthew grimaced. "Shouldn't you pitch in somehow?"

Dylan shivered dramatically. "Ehh, then I would have to find work. Brrr."

"When I want to get impressed it comes into question for him to work with humans he ruins it by being lazy," Rip complained. He swayed once again, blinking his eyes open with effort.

Matthew made the executive decision to get closer and experimentally push the kid towards the living room. "You sit down. Come on, buddy, this ain't helping."

Rip made an meager attempt to protest, but he was so ridiculously weak it was easy to manhandle him towards the couch. The training must have been a load for him to get this sick right after it ended.

Matthew untangled a blanket from the end of the couch and three it over Rip's shivering form, pointing at him. "You are getting soup." He pointed at Dylan. "And you are helping."

Rip's eyes were so wide the dark melted in the blue in his flushed face. Matt patted his leg for good measure and went back into the kitchen to inspect the fridge. "Yeah, we can throw together a broth from this."

Dylan stuck out his tongue at him. "Ahhh, fine. Whatever. What do I do?"

"I'll get the water to boil, you clean the vegetables."

Dylan grumbled something, but it wasn't loud enough to be heard, so Matt took it as ascent. He wanted a minute with the kid anyway.

Matt looked back towards the bathroom. "So...do you know anything? Did she talk to you?"

Dylan made a sour face. "Of course she did. I know more than I ever bargained for." The carrots were the first to go, despite how clumsy Dylan was with the peeling knife. "Isaiah this, Isaiah that- I swear I never heard his name more times than today."

"And? What did you find out?"

Dylan made a dramatic pause. "Honestly, it's way too convulsed and complicated. I couldn't understand half of it and the other half bored me to tears."

"You are not very informative." His eyes kept fleeing towards the bathroom door and Seline's voice. "Who is she even talking to for so long?"

Dylan shrugged. "Gramps. She had a two hour phone call with mom and now it's his turn." He connected his fingers over the peeled carrot. "The three of them are the same. You give them a topic and they will talk about it for four hours only to decide it's impossible to decide."

Matthew's eyebrows were so high up they must have been hidden by his bangs. "What?"

"Yep. Thank god my dad is the same as me, or normalcy would have been a minority in our family." He put the last of the carrots and celery into the boiling water.

"I have never heard her...talking so fast." Or in Slovak for that matter. It now striked him as strange that Seline had a lanaguge like this—her mother language—and they weren't part of it at all. Even her voice sounded different. There was something carefree and confident about it never had before.

"Lucky man," Dylan said, glaring at the soup. "I don't know if this will be worth eating without meat. When is Isaiah coming home?"

Matthew frowned. "You can't just keeping eating rests from what he cooks, you know."

"Bet Sel won't be eating much of his cooking either now. Or maybe he won't cook for her anymore. Ah man, I don't envy your situation."

"Very funny." Though Matt looked a bit sceptically at the soup too. There wasn't much swimming inside, it would be all watery. "Why isn't she talking to me?"

Dylan started to make himself a protein shake, obviously giving up on the soup. "Hmmm. I wouldn't read too much into it. When she is in this overthinking stage, the simplest things get difficult. I have seen her paralysed at the door, because she couldn't decide if she should or shouldn't greet a neighbour."

Matthew scrunched his nose, not sure what to make of it.

"You want a tip?" Dyland asked. "Don't reproach her right now. Act like it's fine and you'll take the pressure off of her about how and what she is supposed to talk to you about." He shook the shake bottle with practiced vehemence. "I can't believe you guys have never seen her like this after a year of living together. She must have been holding back a lot."

Oh he didn't like the sound of that at all, turning abruptly towards Dylan. "You don't mean-"

Dylan waved him off. "Hey, it's impressive. My sister is super selfish. She only does things that bring her joy, going against the flow with everything. For her to be this put together for you guys...for a year, she must have cared a lot." He took a sip of the shake, nonchalantly turning Matthew's world upside down.

"I-I-...can you watch the soup until it boils and put the timer on? I'll...check on Rip."

Dylan nodded, taking other greedy gulp of his drink. Matthew couldn't tell if the guy was that unobservant or just so good at not caring about what he saw. Whatever he saw in Matthew's expression didn't disturb him at all.

At least Rip seemed to have completely different problems, trying to cough out a lung over the couch. That got Matt's attention right away.

"Alright, buddy, that's enough. Stop choking." Matt sat down beside him, hands on Rip's shoulders to prop him back up against the couch.

The air wheezed in and out of Rip's mouth with a very disturbing sound. "I'm fine."

Matt put the back of his hand against his temple, retracting it just as quickly. "Definitely running a fever there."

Something nervous crossed Rip's features. "I can still-"

"Why? Why would you need to do anything? Just take a break and relax. You are too tense. It's just a cold man, you don't have to try so hard to push through it."

Rip wrapped his hands inside the blanket on his lap, sullenly staring at the floor for good give minutes. "...I always push through it. I'm not weak that I-"

Matthew sighed. "Nobody is saying you are weak. But you don't have to push yourself here so why not make the best of the place?"

Rip swallowed dryly. He couldn't meet Matthew's eyes again, looking torn.

Matthew purposefully made his body relax, stretching out his legs and bracing an arm around the back of the couch. "Sickness is something to be enjoyed, eh?" Dylan's statement from earlier struck him hard, and he had been with a nice pack and a real friend for some time now.

Rip cleared his throat. It didn't work, so he had to cough again, holding up his fist to his mouth. "...such bullshit. Best time of the year? Jesus Christ."

Matthew chuckled. "In his world, it means being pampered and taken care of, when you don't have to do anything."

"That experience is outside of my world."

Matthew thought of Seline's different voice when she talked in Slovak and wondered what other worlds he had been missing.

[oleander-nin]

Hey you~ YES YOU PRETTY PERSON ❤️

I was reading your stuff and see that wasn't nothing about my best baby boy in blue??? Like,wha- he didn't survive the prison dimension for nothing y'know?

Sooo,why not ask about him??

I making a fic with this troupe and i'd love to see another's person writing this so.

Rise Leo x reader....

*Dramatic pause of course*

Enemies to lovers

Yes baby,my favorite type!

The scenario? Well...she is a new villain in New York with some unsolved things with draxum,wanna make him pay for past stuff and all. The turtles find out about it and of course go protect their dad for abvious reasons and when they find the reader,they are more sassy and flamboyant than Leo lol.

Reader is a menance (villain arc goes brrr) but at some point (probably on the kraang invasion) they helped the turtles noticing their feelings for Leo and kinda confess or sum?

Damm. This is kinda of a big request, sorry for that lol

A/N: I adore this concept more than you can possibly know. As soon as this chapter is posted, I will be reading up everything you have on it. It just sounds so fun!(I didn't read it b4 hand cause I didn't want to accidently copy smth. Hope it still fits lol) Kinda took the post Kraang part and ran with it tbh. Also, in my defense, I have like 5 Leo WIPs rn, I just haven't gotten around to finishing them. But this seemed like the best 1st Leo post I could ever make, so it got major priority. And thanks for referring to me as pretty person! It made me so happy and I almost didn't want to answer this 'cause I just liked to re-read this ask a lot. I'm sorry it's so bad, I was really tired and wanted to get something out quick. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

Warnings: Post-Movie, mentions of kraang, Leo being bandaged and wounded, bad writing.

Words: 1325

Summary: It's two weeks after the Kraang invasion, and you haven't seen Leo since.

I stare down at the broken city, disappointed with the destruction the Kraang brought with them. Sure, I wasn’t exactly what could be called a stand-up citizen, but this was my home too. It had been two weeks since the Kraang invasion, two weeks since I had fought alongside the people I had known as enemies, two weeks since I had last seen them alive. After the Kraang ship exploded and the portal closed, I hadn’t seen any of the turtles or their friends. Not that I’m worried of course. They were all resilient, able to survive everything thrown at them thus far. Even if they weren’t okay, I was a villain and they were heroes. Something happening to them would just be a relief to the constant thorn in my side they insist on being. I couldn’t start caring about them, not now. No matter how much I was worried.

I turned around, facing away from the broken city. Repairs had started, but it would take a long time. People were missing, buildings had fallen, and morale had gone down. After all, an alien invasion wasn’t something even New York could instantly bounce back from. We would heal, but it would take months, even years. I start to head back to my home, jumping across the rooftops when I can and using the fire escapes on others. It was calming, the wind brushing against my face as I ran. I avoid the remaining rubble and the broken glass littering the rooftops, not wanting to slice open my legs.

I take a running jump, feeling myself being suspended in the air before gravity takes hold once more. Shifting my weight, I crouch down as I land, trying to lessen the impact on my still bruised legs. I use the momentum from the landing to shoot myself forwards, laughing as I feel the wind against my face. I get ready to make the next jump, my arms swinging backwards to help gain the right momentum, but I falter when I hear a voice in the distance. Leo’s voice. Slowing down, my arms sticking out to the sides as I try to not fall, my head snaps over to where I heard his voice. I knew I shouldn’t care, why did it matter that I heard him? We were enemies, I hated him, and he hated me. Right? I ignore my screaming brain, walking forwards and peering over the edge of the roof.

There they were, the four turtles and their human friends. Gross. I let out a grimace, watching as they waited in the alley, 3 pizza boxes in the orange ones arms. I continue to scan over them out of curiosity, trying to find Leo. His brothers were all there, having minimal damage done to them(Except the red one, but I already figured his shell wasn’t the only thing damaged the last I saw him.) I kept seeing basic glances of Leo, but the red one was blocking my view. I huff in frustration, moving along the edge of the roof to try and see him better. I could hear him just fine, but I wanted to see him.

I jump to a slightly lower building, keeping in the shadows so they don’t notice me. I had no idea why I cared so much, but I felt like I needed to see Leo. I wanted to make sure he was safe too. I duck down farther behind the ledge of the rooftop, the entrance to Run Of The Mill opening as someone stepped out. A very goat-like purple yōkai, stepped out. I groan, grimacing as I look at Baron Draxum. I let out a huff of air, frustrated. I give up on staying behind to check on Leo. I heard his loud voice, so he was probably fine. 

I keep quiet as I climb up a building, leaping across the residential and commercial buildings. If I really wanted to, I could just cause chaos in a few weeks to make sure they all showed up. But right now? Right now I just wanted to sleep. I jump onto a building with a wider roof, looking across the skyline. The broken city still managed to be beautiful, the people on the ground scurrying to be wherever they were needed. I hear a small thud behind me, my ears picking up the familiar pattering of footsteps. I continued to scan the horizon, pretending I was oblivious to the figure behind me. I grip my knife and shift my weight slightly, waiting until the perpetrator was in range. Once I could hear the breath of the person, I turned around, sweeping their legs from under them and holding a knife to their throat.

The attacker lets out a small yelp and a groan as they hit the ground, a shaky smile on their green face as they look up at me. It was Leo. I quickly get off of him, pulling him up with me as I put my knife back into its sheath on my side. I take in his appearance, my mouth pressing into a tight line as I notice his bandages. His carapace was completely wrapped up, as well as most of his platron. Different bandage wraps were scattered all over him, covering most of his scaly skin from sight. 

“What happened to you?” I ask, a small frown on my face. Leo’s smile never drops, pulling me into a tight hug.

“I missed you too! You know, it’s been so boring without you stirring up trouble every other day.” Leo pulls back from the hug, a hand on each of my shoulders as he shakes me lightly, mock disappointment on his features. “You disappeared before my grand finale! You didn’t even get to see how awesome I was! You are one cruel, cruel frenemy, you know that?”

I roll my eyes, batting his hands off my shoulders. “Oh please, I had more important things to do. Like, oh I don’t know, making sure Kraang minions didn’t kill a bunch of people?” I jut my hip out, looking Leo up and down again. “Seriously though, what happened after I left?”

“Aww, does someone care?” Leo teases, a smug grin on his face. My frown deepens, knowing I shouldn’t be upset he was wounded. I shouldn’t care. I should be ecstatic he got hurt, the only thing I should be upset about is that he wasn’t knocked out of commission. We were enemies, they were friends of Draxum.

I turn around, trying to ignore the hole of despair growing in my chest. He was covered in so many bandages, new scars covering his visible skin. I felt sick just looking at him. Would he have been fine if I stayed? If I didn’t rush off? I couldn’t think of it right now, not wanting to come to terms with the fact that I cared for him.

Leo grabs my arm before I can jump to the next roof, pulling me back and putting his hands back on my shoulders, keeping me in place. “Hey, what’s gotten into you? Are you okay?” His voice is soft and his eyes are full of concern. It all just makes me feel worse. “You’re usually spitting back one liners and being all sarcastic, did something happen?”

I look back at Leo, chewing on the inside of my cheek as I try to figure out how to explain what I was feeling. I sigh, pulling Leo in for a hug, being careful not to put too much pressure on any of his wounds. I assumed I did a good job, as Leo just laughed and hugged me tighter against him. “It’d just be really inconvenient if something happened to you. You can’t just leave me with your brothers, they're boring.” 

Leo laughs at that, pulling away from the hug with a dopey grin on his face. “I knew you cared.”

[chihirolovebot]

post pillbug creation in my head,,, perhaps,,,, (btw i loved the new interlude 12/10 :3c)

AHGHHGHGHHHHH !!!!!! THIS IS SO LOVELY IM STARIGN FOR SO LONG THAT MY EYES GO DRY . RETURN OF THIS PHYS IM SHAKIGN AND CRYING theyre so lovely to me ohghghg my god this design makes me shake like a dog on november 5th + in colour too this time … their colour pallet is so lovely i adore the brown skin and navy hair combo AND THE BRIGHT PINK GLASSES HIIIIII . it’s just so cute and pleasing to the eye im going berserk .

the sleeping positions im gnawing at the skin of my knuckles. phys all sprawed out carelessy , one sock off .,, laying themselves open ( especially bc phys has been shown to be ‘vunerable’ in their sleep a few times in the fic .. ) versus ouma curled up into himself BUT STILL FACING PHYS like ahghgghhh symbolism go brrr . sidenote i also just think he Would fucking sleep like that . he’s one of those guys that can percievably fall asleep anywhere ( he doesnt for paranoia reasons but He Could. ) hmmm hmmmm the light on phys but not on ouma … considering … thinking thoughts

thakn u again for the return of ur interpretation of these two sorry this is slightly incoherent im quite tired and ur art makes me see shrimp colours /pos and sorry it took me a minute to answer this, submissions dont show up in my notifs and ive been taking a couple days off tumblr at the moment so ^.^ but yeah . thank u my lovely again and i rly hope ur having a wonderful week <3

[henrike-does-writing-sometimes]

Lunar Eclipse

haha, Eclipse Arc goes brrr

Word count: 417 Warnings: Mild body horror Wip: The Divine Characters: Rei Yamada, Andie Calinao-Fox, Timothy Murphy, Nico Morales, Mike Chandler

: Taglist - @vacantgodling​​​ :

Let me know if you want to be added/removed !

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“Tim!” Andie called out, though the boy in question didn’t turn around. Kept walking like he hadn’t heard them. Andie jogged after him. “Hey, is everything alright? You seem much more on edge than usual. You know you can talk to me, right?" they reached out to place a comforting hand on Timothy's shoulder— only to have it be slapped away as Timothy came to a stop.

Andie blinked, outstretched hand still hovering in the air. "Was… That was the wrong thing to do, ok. I'm sorry-"

"Shut up." Timothy spoke, "Shut up, you're making it worse."

Andie furrowed his brows. The other boy's voice was strained; trembling and hollow. His tense shoulders were moving along with his rigid breathing. The air around him was uneasy. Not yet threatening, but made Andie more anxious with each passing second.

"Tim-"

"SHUT UP!" Timothy snapped his head back and Andie gasped. Strange markings were spreading over Timothy's fair complexion, and his blue eyes had turned maroon. Andie stumbled backward, almost falling.

"They should be right this way." came Nico's unassuming voice from behind him. Accompanied by a trio of fast-moving footsteps.

"Is everything alright? Jenny texted and- woah." Nico cut himself off as they rounded the corner, spotting Timothy. A hand found its way to Andie's shoulder. "What's happening?" Mike whispered, his voice laced with worry.

"I-I don't know."

"Tim…?" Rei tried cautiously. 

Timothy didn’t say anything, only gritted his— now suddenly very sharp— teeth and growled. Sounding more like a wild animal than a human. He then began twitching violently, his face contorting and eyes squeezing shut. Like every muscle in his body was going haywire, tensing up in unnatural ways. All the while the markings carved themselves over the canvas of his skin. 

He then snapped his eyes wide open, and the nightmare began. They all watched in horror as Timothy changed; how his skin broke apart and his bones snapped and grew. His roar was vicious and primal, and yet echoed with sobs of agony. 

In the end, he was unrecognizable. A strange mix of person, stag, and feline. With an exposed skull and sharp teeth and claws. Its eyes were bloodshot and its form massive, having to crouch to fit in the hallway. But somehow, it was still Timothy. 

The monster- Timothy roared once more before dashing down the hallway. Followed by a cacophony of glass breaking, bricks shattering, and the horrified screaming of the students who’d seen him. 

The boys were left speechless.

[amouress16]

RUIN Thoughts!

Under the cut for your convenience to avoid spoilers!

I have seen pretty much everything that is out/widely known about as of day one so I'm just gonna ramble about everything. Starting with positives and then getting into the things I didn't like towards the end. Cause hoo boy are my feeling very mixed about this whole thing let me tell you.

I like Cassie! We have proper context and motivation for her right off the bat. Immediate story improvements there!

The gameplay of the whole DLC looks way better. Personally I've never liked games that box you in to one path too much in a way it's too obvious, but the DLC makes it realistic and gives paths that loop back around to places you've been. The map still doesn't make sense but that's just the SB experience at this point I guess.

Eclipse. ECLIPSE. ECLIPSE CANON OH MY GOD. He's sweet and gentle and acts just like how a caretaker should! Sun pleading for help and Moon expressing their pain being forced to work as entirely separate programs, both of them fighting each other's triggers.... Aauughhhh I love them. The fact that all they needed for so long was a simple reboot and there were just no human workers around to do it.... 😭

AND ROXANNE. Seeing the side of the characters actually being child entertainers is so nice! Even if it was done just to make the moment bittersweet. "Do you still like carrot cake? I like carrot cake." They're all supposed to be kind. They're supposed to be good and wholesome and they've all been twisted into monsters that aren't their true selves.

High tech AR Vanny mask.... but no Vanny... 🤔 sure game, whatever you say

On the other hand, no map bot, but mask bot? Clever sleight of hand Steel Wool, I see you

Bonnie design reveal!!!! Further implications that Monty murdered him!!! I...! I'm not sure I like it. It's difficult because he has no consistency in his appearance. The Bonnie Bowl mascot is purple like OG Bon but the design we see in the gator ride telling Monty's backstory is blue. What are those shoulder pads and how would that work on an animatronic, like at all?? He has no room to move his head! Don't get me started on the inconsistent coloring between his gloves and his outfit. Idc if I sound pretentious for this, the clothing choices hurt me as an artist tbh. If you're gonna make him blue let him wear hot pink or or even yellow. Idk idk it just didn't mesh to me. Oh and his neon sign had the star glasses but his cut outs didn't. Inconsistency is Steel Wool's middle name.

What is with the glitchy shadow rabbit? Why is it shaped like a map marker? Is that supposed to be Glitchtrap? A security system...? I don't understand the point of this storywise at all but sure gameplay go brrr I guess

What the fuck is the Mimic. No seriously. I don't know what it is. Why is it here. What is happening. I am well versed in the canon of these games what is- .......... So it's another Book Thing. Haha. No. Bad. Stop that. Whoever signed off on the "let's add book lore to the games with no explanation or fathomable reason" decision, I am spraying you with a water bottle. Stop alienating those of us who don't have the time/money/desire to buy and read the books. I hate the books personally and have been actively ignoring them since the Plushtrap Chaser one. They are meant to be fun side stories for people who want that, not main game canon!!! Stop it!! I am actually begging you!!

TL;DR I like the characterization given to everyone this time around, it felt right for them. Bonnie's design is inconsistent and kinda mid. And trying to force in booklore most people won't know about is just stupid and I'm mad about it. That's about it.

I definitely wanna draw Cassie with Roxy post game- because I do believe she survived that elevator crash- and maybe make a Bonnie design I'll like better. And I definitely wanna see other people's art. That'll be the best part of all of this.

[graysongraysoff]

🎈🤲 💌 :’)

fic writer emoji asks

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

so have you ever read a stephen king book? if you have, that's it, that's the style, i stole it from him, lol. when i went back to reread the dark tower books a couple years ago and i got to the first like mini-chapter of the gunslinger i was like. fuck dude. you read a series at a formative enough time and you'll steal an entire writing style from it, lol.

i feel (i hope!!!!) like my writing style changes, if subtly, from fandom to fandom, though, bc i try really hard to emulate the vibe of whatever piece i'm riffing off of. to go back to jill's ask, i think that's why i used to get so many compliments on my trc fics - i dedicated a lot of effort to mimicking maggie stiefvater's style as best i could, and that really resonated with folks; more than once people told me "this feels like it could be a chapter of one of the books!" and i am very big-headed about that and will brag about it until i die, probably.

🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

difficult to say lately, if i'm being honest!!!!!

in overanalyzing it over the past few months, though, here's where i'm at for the moment: i think there are two main kinds of fic that i write. the first is the kind i write mostly for me, when a piece of media is making my brain go brrr and i just want to play with it, regardless of whether anyone else on earth cares about it at all. the second is the more i guess "fandommy" kind, when it's more of, like, an offering. it's me putting something out into the world and going TALK TO ME ABOUT THIS!!!!!! BE EXCITED ABOUT THIS WITH ME!!!!! WHERE ARE THE PEOPLE WHO ARE EXCITED ABOUT THIS AT????? COME HERE AND BE MY FRIEND!!!!!!!

i get a lot more out of the first kind than the second kind.

when i'm writing fic just because something makes my brain go brrr, i'm like perfectly content playing by myself in my little sandbox, and it's just kind of a bonus if people end up engaging with it.

when i'm writing fic because something makes my brain go brrr and i want people to care about it with me, well, that can leave me feeling pretty hollow and awful when i post something and it gets a lukewarm response, which is like. nine times out of ten, lol.

i haven't figured out how to feel less bad when i post a fic that i want people to care about and it gets a handful of kudos and no comments, but. the first step is identifying the problem, haha, right?

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

you wanna read some? of course you do.

“Why did you bring me here?” Dazai asked. His voice was empty of emotion, as if he had cried it all out at the bar earlier.

Oda didn’t answer. Instead he nudged Dazai’s hand with the glass of water he’d fetched until the boy sullenly pushed himself up into a sitting position and wrapped his fingers around it.

“I’m not the kind of person you want knowing where you live,” Dazai pressed. “Why should I let you live after I told you my plan for the boss?”

Oda smiled wryly down at him, but he only nodded at the glass. “Drink that.”

Dazai made a face but obediently brought the glass to his lips and began to sip. A moment of silence passed before he spoke again, quietly. “You don’t have to take care of me,” he said. “That’s how you end up like Chuuya.” He stared down at his bandaged reflection in the surface of the water. “It’s not worth it.”

Something clenched around Oda’s heart. “Dazai.”

Dazai looked up, and Oda could think of no excuse, no logical reason for a boy so young to look so tired.

“What happened to Chuuya isn’t your fault,” Oda said.

Dazai smiled one of his insincere smiles, one that didn’t quite reach his one exposed eye.

“Maybe that’s the problem,” he said. “Maybe I wanted it to be. I always told him I’d kill him someday. I’ve got a whole list of ways I could do it, too.”

Oda sighed. “Dazai…”

“You still haven’t answered me,” Dazai cut across with steel in his voice. “Why did you bring me here? Why are you doing this?”

Oda blinked down at him steadily. He wondered if Dazai really didn’t know or if he just wanted to hear him say it. He was the kind of kid who seemed to know everything, but there was something wild and searching in his one unbandaged eye.

“Because I care what happens to you,” Oda answered him finally.

ben parksandrec voice it's about the platonic intimacy between a surrogate father and his surrogate son

[deepestarbiterkid]

15.) Halloween party (2)

When it's 18:00 at night everyone is coming to phoenica halloween party and everyone dressed many monster and ghoul but someone don't but they have a animal mask and molly dressed as a bear and trixie dressed as skeleton and when they waiting to phoenica to come stink dressed as a handsome man. Stink's suit have a dark red jacket and red tie and a pale white shirt and a night black jeans and a same night black shoes with pale white shoe lace and stonk dress well he just have many mask.

Molly, stink! Stonk! You are here��

Stink, hay everyone😅 i'm here😕 and stonk is here🫤

Stonk, hay there😀

And then phoenica running and she dressed as a sheep.

Phoenica; YOU ALL HERE😆

Phoenica hug them but execpt stink.

Phoenica, i'm glad you coming to my party😄 come on everyone let's have some fun😁

Phoenica and her friend going inside of her castle but meanwhile e.m.i.l, Epithet squad, team defective having their own party.

Mera as bloody mary, switch🫤 have you seen epithet🤨

B.E: S as usagi tsukino, I don't know😦 sir tell me he will get some midnight snack😐

A top head man grabbing is glove and putting it but one flesh tentacle grab top hat man and it dragging him inside the bushes and he screaming till something broke it and the top hat man came out the bushes and he put his glove in his hand and going inside of phoenica house. When phoenica and her friend is inside of phoenica's house and their friend was speechless because her party was so big and beautiful that they never seen and there's a lot's of thing inside the party such as apple bobbing, pumpkin carving challenge, the scary room, eating pumpkin pie challenge and when a table with all food and snack even a giant cauldron with full of candy and sweet.

Molly, wow feenie😧 this place is amazing🤩

Trixie, yea but we're glad that you face your fear😄

Stink, hm nice party you made😀

Stonk, we going to make some tro-

Stink, sorry stonk but no more trouble today😟 i having a tuff day so can we enjoying the party please🥺

Stonk, ugh okay😮‍💨😔

Stink, thank you😄

And then they having a great party today like molly, stink and stonk hanging out together while phoenica and trixie goes to the scary room and when many jumpscare came trixie notice that phoenica isn't afraid but she fix the party but actually it was her butler who fix the scary room and she didn't know it so her butler fixing a Random jumpscare but yet she isn't afraid.

Trixie, feenie😧 aren't you scared of all jumpscared🙁

Phoenica, nope😀 I was training myself by watching all horror movie😄

Trixie, all of them😧

Phoenica, yup😁 well I was crying much☹️ but I was scared of all horror movie but when i keep watching it i'm not scared anymore😄😁 now i'm a brave girl😆

Trixie, wow😦 i'm must admit😧 i'm very impressed of you😀

Phoenica, thank you😄

(Meanwhile of molly, stink and stonk)

Molly, so stink😀 how did you get that suit🙂

Stink, well I hiding my suit because I don't like much😕

But actually stink use his epithet to create a portal and took some clothes that he wanted without the employer know.

Stonk, stink😕 why are you look seriously🙁

Stink, what me😧 what are you talking about😅 i'm just tired😮‍💨😔

Stonk, why are you so tired then😕

Stink, I was tired because I- i- i having a nightmares😅

Stonk, what nightmare do you have then😕

Stink, RESPONSIBLE😠

Stonk, brrr that's a most worst nightmares that everyone have😰

Molly, remind of my dad😮‍💨

And when molly, stink and stonk talking each other but meanwhile a top hat man walking around and greeting the guest and when he is arrived at the glass bowl with full of strawberry juice. He hiding his hand so that no one seeing it and start ripping his finger without everyone notice he doing and throwing at his ripped finger in the glass bowl with full of strawberry juice and the finger landing the bowl it start slowing bubbling and dissapered inside the bowl amd after he ripping his finger he start regenerating new fingers and he doing same thing but this time he throwing his finger at the glass bowl of adult drink as champagne and vines. When he done throwing his finger at glass bowl he counting greeting the guest whike he waiting something.

top head man in mind, good now i need to do is waiting until it's 21:00 am i will singing everyone so beautiful that will be their last time hearing my song😈

(Meanwhile of phoenica and trixie again)

(Phoenica and trixie when they leave the scary room)

Trixie, wow feenie😀 the scary room was amazing😄 the fake zombie was like real😁

Phoenica, actually the zombie was my butler🙂

Trixie, ooooh😲 that explain why they sound so realistic😧

Phoenica, yea😄 also I was wonder if🙁 you😕 wa-

Suddenly they hear a bell ringning loud.

Trixie, what was that😧

Phoenica, oh it's 21:00 am😀 jacob limper going to sing to night😃

Trixie, wait did you say jacob limper😦 the famous singer😧

Phoenica, yup😄

Trixie, how did you know he was my favourite😃

Phoenica, I heard you listening his song in your headphone even you singing it loud😕

Trixie, ooohh i should sing at my home😦😟 also you want to talking something about if I want what🤨

Phoenica, uuuuuuh it's was nothing😶 but don't worry😄 everyone love is song😁 come on trixie we don't want to miss his song😄

Phoenica and trixie running to the ball room and they are right on time because the show that jacob limper going to sing starting now.

Phoenica's butler, lady and gentleman😄 tonight we have a special party that jacob limper drop a new song for everyone but first i wanna say that phoenica fleecity xv has finally managed face her fear of HALLOWEEN😆

Everyone start applausing at phoenica proudly.

Phoenica, thank you🥹 thank all of you🥹 when I was five i was traumatized by a Halloween party and i still having a samhainophobia😔 but not ANYMORE😆

Everyone start applausing at phoenica proudly again.

Phoenica's butler, we are so proud of you phoenica😄 and now the moments we all waiting for😁 he is greatest singer in sweet jazz city😄 the 10th winner of song champion😄 the one and the only JACOB LIMPER! PINK😆

Everyone screaming excited to see him and when everything goes dark two spotlight shining top of a throne there's a same top hat man who ripping his finger and throwing at the bowl sitting the throne but turn's out the top hat man is actually it's jacob and he start singing.

Jacob limper, PINK!

And the music start kicking it.

Jacob limper, Ugh😒 The cherry tree is blossoming disgustingly beautiful🤢 What on earth is it eating and digesting😠 Watching the scrattered residues of love, i'm clicking my tongue😛 Where have all the cherry blossom watchers gone come to think of it😩🎶

When jacob limper contuning singing trixie notice something isn't right because them saw a man who having a stomach pain and throwing up a blood but everyone didn't notice execpt trixie.

Trixie, what the😧 uh feenie😰 something is wrong😰

Phoenica, what is it trixie😄

Trixie pointing at the man who vomiting blood.

Phoenica, oh gosh what happening to him😧😰

Trixie, I don't know but something is wrong here😰

Jacob limper, I inhaled it with my lung full😩 Until my throat burns😩 I want to feel pain by you relentlessly😩🎶

The rabble gathers under tree😩 Like the winged insects of summer into the light😩 they seem to wat to feed on beauty😔

It's an anomaly, you see😆 nobody's even notice it😆 the sheer vividness, which makes people mad😆🎶

And everyone start having a painful headache when jacob limper singing this part ans many people screaming of agony.

Jacob limper, Many bodies are under that tree😆A monster eating same thing as you😆🎶

Phoenica, what is happening😰

Trixie, I don't know but it's definitivt something is wrong😰

Jacob limper contuning singing while everyone having a painful headache and jacob limper start singing louder.

Jacob limper, Innocent pale red😩 which red blood soaked into the cloudly sky of a flowery cold😩 the day i ws ruined by its cruelty😔 someone sang this song😩 that god's hand are blotchy pink😩 The fracture structure that caress the heaven with its countless fingers😩 swallowing up the spring😩🎶

Phoenica and trixie getting worried now until trixie saw man who vomiting blood start changing something.

Trixie, uh feenie i thing we need to get out of here😰

Phoenica, good idea😰

Jacob limper, I inhaled it with my lung full😩 Until my throat burns i want to feel pain by you relentlessly😩 I want to go back to before i was born😄 or to end this life by dedicating the long surplus of now beauty sigh😫😔🎶

It's an anomaly😆 you see nobody's even notice it😆 the sherr vividness, which makes people mad😆🎶

Many bodies are under that tree😆 A monster eating same thing as you😆🎶

And when jacob limper start dancing and singing this part everyone in ball start screaming in pain and their body start melting and disforming and their skin start torning off and rapidly transforming into a fleshy monster and a fleshing tentacles start coming out everywhere.

Phoenica and trixie, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH😨😨😨😨😱😱😱😱

Trixie, WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE NOOOOW😨😨😨😫😫😫😫

When phoenica and trixie try to escape and don't get killed by monster jacob limper start transforming slowing while he dancing and singing and revealing his true form.

Jacob limper, 🎶I wonder how much i've lost😆 good morning to anxiety and depression😆 this is good, happiness dosen't suit me😆 with an empty conscience😆 with vacant eyes😆 i'd like ti take a long look at the pink inside you😈🎶

When jacob limper stop singing he keep dancing and transforming his true form and he revealing it's was epithet who killed the original jacob and shapeshifting and acting as jacob limper and he start laughing menacingly while phoenica and trixie try to escape but two flesh tentacle came out the floor and close the door quickly before they have change to escape but they are too late. They didn't managed to escape and now they are trapped inside of ball room with epithet and all flesh monster.

(To be continued)

(Song pink by tatsuya kitani)

[omegawolverine]

yall friendly reminder that i am literally In Love /parasocial with wilbur fucking soot

[shantechni]

Some important Link Click observations PT 4 (1, 2, 3):

As per usual with these posts, I will be discussing any mild or major observations I and other people have made about the donghua, so spoilers for S1 and the S2 trailers! Any artwork I mention can either be found in the previous observation lists or posted to my blog under like tags.

Of course with the recent release of a new PV for S2 (set to air next year) there's much to be poked and prodded at.

The trailer opens up with a clock just past 12:20.

After the brief shot of Qiao Ling is a funeral scene, presumably for Lu Guang considering how the previous season ended, as well as the first S2 PV. Though fans have tried to speculate that it could've been for Emma or another important character (especially with the picture being partially hidden), that was shot down when recalling the lack of people Lu Guang has been seen close with, which makes the vacant room not all that surprising. It's still up in the air, but it's most likely for Lu Guang.

Another thing fans have pointed out were the types of flowers seen at the funeral. There's no sight of any forget-me-nots (flowers corresponding with Lu Guang's star sign from previously released official art), and the only flowers present are the ones for Cheng Xiaoshi's star sign (Aries).

As was hinted at in the previous PV, Cheng Xiaoshi was arrested for the stabbing and is shown in a jail cell.

Cheng Xiaoshi is seen training with Liu Siwen (the martial arts trainer seen in a flashback in EP8 and prominently in EP5.5), learning to use a knife in a fight. It's unknown if this is before or after the stabbing incident.

It's not shown who Cheng Xiaoshi is speaking to for Captian Xiao's (the police chief) help, but it's likely Chen Bin, who was seen with the chief before in S1.

Liu Min's father is briefly seen on call with someone and demanding someone's cellphone, though it's unclear who.

not me forgetting what his father looked like and having to go back to edit this so people don't think he's a new guy🙃

There are 3 new faces spotted in the trailer: the first man with the buzz cut who's seen fighting Cheng Xiaoshi and Qiao Ling, the second glasses wearing man who mentions Liu Min being in the hospital and speaks suspiciously, and the third man who's seen in the new S2 visual and is implied to be the red-eyed villain.

Xiao Li is briefly shown bleeding from his head after an attack, presumably after being hit by a car in the same shot.

Funnily enough, the possibility of him being hit by the car calls back to the storyboards and rough animations the series director previously released (Weibo and Twitter accts linked in PT3), one of which showing someone narrowly avoiding being hit by a car.

Three other animations that were released were one of Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang driving down the road (similar to a storyboard sketch of the same theme and likely teasing the duo's overseas trip), another short one of Lu Guang that feels like it could be for an opening or ending (or simply to appease fans of his), and one of Cheng Xiaoshi being consoled by a ghost or vision (?) of Lu Guang.

Last point about the new PV, the glasses wearing man is the last character to appear, telling us he's someone very important to the plot. It's up to speculation who he is and if he has any connection to the trio.

The flashback Cheng Xiaoshi has of his parents during the earthquake arc partially shows his parents walking away from him, as we all know by now. This probably isn't of importance, but his mom is seen wearing heels while his dad is walking barefoot.

Bilibili's description for S2 gives us some interesting bits of info, such as confirming that the killer is responsible for multiple killings that took place years before Emma's. It also describes the killer as being, "a mysterious youth." We can gather that he's young from the PV and visual, but we have yet to find out how young.

Ramen conspiracy go brrr

The S2 visual, though quite minimalistic, has a great deal of details. One of which being the trio's apparel. While Cheng Xiaoshi and Qiao Ling don black suits (likely in lieu of the funeral), Lu Guang is in his usual outfit seen throughout the series.

Mirroring the trio, particularly Cheng Xiaoshi's position, is the red-eyed villain, whose face is finally (and partially) revealed. The colored waves of lines in the background of him are very similar to the depiction of his powers in the new S2 PV.

Aside from picking out his few visible physical characteristics and apparel, one most notable detail is the V on the pocket of his sleeve, and a V sticker near the bottom of his backpack. It could be written off as a design choice, but it could've easily been INPLICK's (series character designer) way of hinting at the character, as a V was also prominently highlighted or singled out in the first S2 visual, as well as the angel and demon official art (at the bottom of the clock). It's unclear if there's more meaning behind the letter outside of mere foreshadowing of a character.

Another interesting thing that was pointed out in the first S2 visual by fans are the colors. On the side where Cheng Xiaoshi stands, aside from the V on the building, we see the streaks of bright colors strongly resemble the colors used representing the villain.

The trio's birthday art and videos have all been released, Lu Guang's being the most recent from Oct 24. Lu Guang's, however, has an ominous easter egg in the form of forget-me-nots grouped at his abdomen where most fans remember him being stabbed at.

I could talk at length about the short series, but as I stated before, the series isn't considered canon or pertinent information. Despite me highlighting the tarot card episode.

I definitely feel like I'm forgetting a few things, but I guess these are enough points for now. As always, if there's something you think I missed or got wrong, feel free to let me know, and thanks for reading~

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Monkie kid SEASON 3 EP 8 (reaction) 

I start out completely chill, I write down what episode I’m gonna watch, and then the adrenaline hits WOOOOOOOO *WHEEZING SOUNDS* 

ALRIGHT, EP 8. I’M TOLD THIS IS A TANG ONE, AND ALSO THE MONKEY KING IN A HOODIE EPISODE SO I’M SO *DANCES DANCES* EXCITED GIMME THE MONKEY AND THE NERD WHO’S PROBABLY MORE THAN JUST SOME RANDOM GUY HERE WE GOOOOOOO 

Gotta hype myself up heck BG;LKAMF;OAWEJF HERE WE GO 

FOR WUKONG IN A HOOODIEEEEEEEE 

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT STARTED AAA SHOW MAKES ME SO HPPYGBSDF;LKAMWEF

INTRO GO BRRR AS ALWAYS SEROTONIN 

THE POOR BIRB 

IT LOOKS OS ANNOYED 

AW PIGSY SLEEPING

AW

AW

HELLO?? 

MK DRAWINGBGLSDA;KFMAWE I’M SOBBING 

MK REALLY DRAWING EVERYBODY BUT TANG I’M SOBBING AT ALL OF THESE LITTLE DOODLES RIGHT NOW I WANT TO CUT THEM OUT AND HANG THEM ON MY WALL 

THERE’S ONE OF HIM PUNCHING LBD 

THEM ALL COMPLIMENTING MK ON HIS DRAWINGS

THE CRAYON ON HIS FACE 

SISCORS THORUGH TANGS PICTURE I’M WHGBSLD;KFMA;GHAIOW;EMN;OHO;IAWM;AWEF

SIR??? 

SIR??????? 

NOOOOO

TANGGGG

BUDDYYYYYY 

I’M SORRY TANG YOU REALLY ARE JUST A NORMAL JOE RN 

LOOK EVEN IF YOU WERE THE COOLEST MORTAL ALIVE YOU STAND NEXT TO MONKIE KING AND UH UR NOT VERY COOL BGKDM;GHOAIMFWOE 

HE LOOKS SO SAD THOOOO 

PLS THAT’S THE DUDE HE VIEWS KINDA AS A SON TELLING HIM HE AIN’T COOL 

“But… I’m like the coolest guy you know…” I’M GONNA CRY??? TANG??? THE WAY HE SAID THAT??? SOBBING???? HE LOOKS SO SAD

AND THE MUSIC WHEN HE SAID THAT?? 

OH MY GODS THIS IS A TANG EPISODE I’M GONNA START SOBBING 

KAI SAND ACCUSING ME OF TANG SLANDER ON VC AND HE’S RIGHT 

ANYWAY CLEARLY WE’RE GONNA GET SOME TANG LORE HERE ABOUT THE POWERS WE’VE SUSPECTED HE’S HAD SINCE SES 2, I’LL BET WE’RE RIGHT WITH HOW THIS IS BUI9LDING UP 

OHHH

OHH IT’S SO PRETTYYYY 

HI 

MONKEY KING’S STUPID SMILEIGNSDBF;LAMOEF 

 SQUASHED IN A TRIANGBSAL;DKFM;AOWEF 

HE’S GOT THTE HOODIE

EVREYTHING IN MY LIFE HAS BEEN WORTH IT OR THIS MOMENBT

OH WOWOWOWOWOW THE AMOUNT OF TIME AND EFFORT THE CREW PUT INTO MAKING THIS TOWN PRETTY LOOK AT ALL THE DIFFERENT PEOPLE DESIGNS EVERHTING IS SO PRETYYYYY 

LAST RING RIGHT 

THEY JUST DITCHED TANGBGL;SDKAFMAWE LEAVING WITHOUT HIM NOT EVEN LISTNEING BGLK;SDFMAWE

THE WAY THAT MONKEY KING IS HIDING IN HIS HOOD LIKE HE’S TRYING TO BE UNDERCOVER HERE IS SO FUNNY TO ME BGL;SAKM;OWEF 

TANG FINGERLESS GLVOES REAL 

HE TREW THE RING

HE JUST THREW IT

THAT IS MONKEY KING RIGHT THERE, NO THOUGHT HEAD EMPTY YEET, HE’S DOING INCREDIBLE 

HE’S BEAUTIUFL

PIGSY’S JACKET 

PIGSY’S JACKET

SHAKES COMPUTER

ITS  HIS JACKET Y’AL;L THE JACKET I’VE BEEN DRAWING HIM IN SINCE SEASON ONE I’M SOBBING HE LOOKS SO GOOD IN IT LOVE THIS FOR THE PIG MAN I’M HOLDING HIM SO FREAKING GENTLY AND SOBBINGASB;LMG;AWE 

HAHA RETURN OF THE SHOE STORE GUY 

THE

FR

THE NERVOUS LAUGHTER AS HE SLOWLY BACKS AWAY 

HEY TO BE FAIR THEY DON’T KNOW IT’S A RING OF THE FIRE OF SAMADHI THEY JUST THINK IT’S SOME LIGHT

ALSO THE THING ABUT THEM KNOWING IT WAS MONKEY KING IS KILLING ME THEY REALLY ARE JUST “PRAISE TO MONKEY KING FOR HYPING UP OUR DESOLATE LAND TO A BEAUTIFUL PLACE” 

Monkey king, who was just trying to hide something: AHA, YES, THAT’S UH… EXACTLY WHAT I WAS TRYIGN TO DO— 

oh gosh they’re gonna have to steal this city’s source of lightbGL;KAM;OWEF 

THE RING’S LITERALLY PASTED ON EVERYTHING AS A LOGO I’M CRYING 

THEMS GLASSES 

LAUGHING

LAUGHING AT ALL THE M\ERCH

THEY BOUGHT EVERYTHING IN THE SOTRE GL;DSKMF;AOGHE

TANG AND MK WITH MONKEY KING PLUSHES

PIGSY WITH A BALLOON

I’M YELLING I WANT TO APPRECIATE ALL OF THE MERCH SO BAD THEY’RE ALL SO LOVELY

MK’S COLOURS MATCH EVERYTHING HE IS BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE HIM 

EVERYONE WITH PINS N STUFF 

THE WAY THAT MONKEY KING HAS STICKERS AND PINS PLASTERED ALL OVER HIM 

I’M CRYINGGFLKMAWE

THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME THE WAY TANG KEEPS GETTING CUT OFF I LOV EHIM BUT HE DOES THIS TO PEOPLE ALL THE TIME TO TELL THE STORY BG;SLADFMAOWE IT SUCKS BUT PLS BGLSKDMFAWOE 

HE’S SO ANNOYED BGKSDMFAW;O 

“super well hidden” SUREEEE 

“It’s 2+2 bud” 

“and 2 +2 is THREE” 

I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOUR

MK ON WUKONG’S SHOULDERS

I’M YELLINGBGLKAMF;OGAH;IOAWMEFAWE

PARALLELS 

THE FACT SWK’S JUMPED ONTO MK’S SHOULDERS AND MK ON WUKONG’S NOW 

I LOVE THEM ALL OS MUCH LOOK AT THIS FAMILY I ADORE THEM 

TANG LOOKS SO DISGRUNTLED 

Not over the fact that like, everyone has something, and Tang’s thing has always been information, Mk asking him things about Jttw and him being the only one who could answer and taking joy in telling stories, but now… :| *pat pat* 

PIGSY FACEPALMING 

I LOVE THEM SM CRYING BGLK;SDMFAOWE 

THE FACT THAT WUKONG STILL CALLS SANDY BLUE THING 

WBG;JLKSDMF;OHG;OIAWMFAWE MK mK PLS 

“Cant’ read?” HE LOOKS SO SAD AND UNDERSTANDING WHEN HE SAYS IT LIKE *pat pat* I’M CRYINGBG GSLA;FMAWE

STAGE FRIGHTIGNBG;LAFIMWE

THIS IS SO FUNNY CAUSE LIKE WE KNOW HE CAN READ PLEASE 

y’know what would be interesting actually is if like he just didn’t bother to learn the way the dialogue changed over the last couple hundred years, I don’t know if it’s changed that much but like, spellings and words and language changes over the years so that would be interesting 

Anyway tho Monkey King can at least read the dialect of his time, how else would he scratch out the names of his monkey buds from the book of the dead? he’s smart this dude THINKING TOO HARD ABOUT THIS I JUST THINK HE’S NEAT ANWAY—

I genuinely think he just kinda like, wanted Sandy to feel more included ngl BGKSDMFOWEF YEAH I’M THINKING TOO HARD ABOUT THIS WE’RE MOVING ON GB;LSDKFMA;OWE 

SANDY WITH GLASSES THAT’S EVERYTHING TO ME BGLSDFM;OHWO;IEFM 

A TALENT SHOW FOR THE RING??? BGKAMFOEW 

MK: BUT NONE OF US HAVE ANY TALENTS

HE REALLY JUST DISSED ALL OF THEM 

PIGSY HAS COOKING 

PLS

MK 

MEI CAN RACE

I’M CRYINGBGL;KSADMFAOWEF 

 WAIT WAIT WAIT

PIGYS

IS THIS THE

FROM THE TRAILER 

THE THING WITH PIGSY SINGING THIS IS GB;LSAFGN;AOGHOEJFAHG;OIAWEJG;OIG;OIAF;MOAWE

IT WAS FOR THE TALENT SHOW IT WAS FOR THE TALENT I’M CRYINGGBL;KFGMA;WOIAHNGO;IAEWF 

IT’S THE THING WE’RE GONNA SEE PIGSY SINGING I’M SO FREAKING EXCITEDGBF;LKMA;OGBAWOE F

THE WAY PIGSY JUST RESORTS TO CHOKING SANDY OUT TO PREVENT HIM FROM SHARINGBGLSFMAG;OIAWFEM

PLS I WANNA HEAR HIM SING PLS I’M SO EXCITED I’M GONNA CRYINGNFLKAWEF

I’M GONNA CRYHGLSAFMAOWE

HE CAN SING, SANDY HYPING HIM UP I’M GONNA CRYYYYYY BGLSKDAFMA;G;OIAWMFE 

THE MK STANDING THERE WITH HIS HAND ON PIGSY’S SHOULDER PLEASE I’M GONNA CRY BGLS;DKFM;AOWEF 

I’M NOT OVER THE FACT THAT MK DISHED OUT INTERMENTS WITHOUT BOTHERING TO ASK IF ANY OF THEM ARE ACTUALLY ABLE TO PLAY BGGBSLDKFMAGHAO;IWEFM 

SANDY ASSIGNED BASS MAN BGL;SDAMFAWOEF 

OHM DOES HE REALLY HAVE STANGE FRIGHT??? PLS?? WUKONG??? WUKONG PLEASE I’M GONNA START SOBBING MY GUY PLEASE BG;LSKMF;OAWEF 

FR 

HE’S FR 

“Remember when I said that whole stage fright thing as a joke?” 

“wasn’t  a joke.”

“Not even a little bit” 

THE FACT HE FEELS COOL ENOUGH TO TELL MK THIS 

THIS IS THE MOST COMMUNICATION WE’VE HAD FROM THIS MONKEY THE ENTIRE SHOW I’M SCREAMINGBGLSAFMAWE;OF 

ALSO THE FACT HIS STAGE FRIGHT IS BAD ENOUGH HE DOESN’T FEEL COMFORTABLE READING OUT LOUD IN FRONT OF PEOPLE IS GETTING TO ME I’M GONNA CRY  

HE’S SO BEAUTIFUL 

HE’S SO SINCERE ABOUT IT TOO I’M CRYING HIS FACE PLEASE MONKEY KING I’M LOSING IT BGLKSMA;OWIEFM  PLS SUPPORT THIS MONKEY 

SUN WUKONG GREAT SAGE EQUAL TO HEAVEN, CAN WALK INTO A BATTLEFIELD AND LEAD AN ARMY WITH ALL OF THE CELESTIAL REALM BEARING DOWN ON HIM AND WATCHING AS HE FIGHTS AND WINS

AND YOU HAND HIM A BOOK AND ASK HIM TO READ OUT LOUD AND HE IS P A N I C 

HE’S SO VALID AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 

“I CAN WORK WITH THIS” 

WBGL;KSDMF;AIONBOA;IGAHG;OIMFWAOEF PLEEASSEEEEEEE 

MK THAT DOESN’T CURE THE STAGE FRIGHT HE STILL HAS TO WALK OUT THERE AND DO SOMETHING WITH YOU GUYS 

BGLASKFMAWOEFAW PLEASE I’MCRYINGBFKLAWMEF

HIS RESPONCE THOOOO

“wonderful.” I’M WBNG;DLSAFMG;OAGH;OIAWGMO;IWAJFOAWJFMAWE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 

YEAH TANG’S NOT GETTING A THING IS HE

I’M GONNA CRY PLEASEBG;SKFM;OAWEF

THE GBG;LASKDMFWOE THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED TO MEI 

this whole episode jsut feels like Tang getting stuff that he’s done to other people getting done to him at this point, the interrupting thing, the getting hyped up about something only to have it be… not what you thought or not you at all. I dunno i just find that kinda interesting UR DOING GREAT TANG UR IMPORTANT KEEP IT UP 

BAND MAMANGER CALLED IT

BENCING ME ]

“hm, pretty much” MK PLEASE BGLSDKAFM;AOWEF 

TANG’S BEEN ON THE SIDLINES FOR QUITE A FEW EPISODES ACTUALLY GBS;LFKMAWOEF 

OH IT’S THE STUPID MONKEY 

WITH HIS STUPID LEANIGN AGAINST THE RAFTERS, WITH HIS STUPID FACE AND HIS STUPID CAPE I’M SMACKING HIM WIHT A PILLOW THROWINGHIM OFF A CLIFF, SHOVING HIM INTO A REDMETION ARCH AND DIRECTLY INTO THERAPY GB;LJKDAFM;OAWEGHOAWGE 

OHHHHHKAY 

OHHOHOHOHOHOHO OKAY 

SEE THAT 

HE FOUND OUT WHAT THEY WERE USING

AND NOW HE’S LIKE “AH. SO YOU MIGHT ACTUALLY STAND A CHANCE HUH” 

“We’ll see about that” 

HOOOO BOY 

HOO BOY I’M FINE 

SO, MISTER SELF-INTEREST, WHAT’S THE WINNING SIDE NOW HUH?? 

UNCLEAR IF HE WAS RESPONDING TO THE CREW OR LBD WHEN HE SAID THAT 

ALSO MAC IS SO SCREWED SOMETHIGN’S HAPPENING TO HIM HE’S GONNA TRY AND DO SOMETHIGN STUPID AND GET SNIPED BY LBD I KNOW IT I’M GONNA LOSE MY MIND BG;LSADFM;AWOHG;OAWE 

SHAKES HIM 

OH ME GOODNESSS 

MONKIE KID AND THE MONKIE KIDSSSSS PLS 

“whoah whoah whoah i thought we were gonna discuss band names—“ I’M CRYINGBGL;AMFAOWEFHGOAWEF 

I’M SO EXCITED PLEEASSEEEE 

ONE TWO THREE FOUR

OH WOW

HI

HEY

WHOAH HEY WAIT 

HOLD UP 

SANDY’S OUTFIT IS THE BEST, MAN LOOKS FANTASTIC

MONHKEY KING LOOKING LIKE HE’D RATHER HAVE DIED BY LBD’S HAND THAN BE THERE SADLK;FMA;OG;OAIWFM 

MONKEY KING LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE HE’S GONNA PASS OUT GBSDLKFMA;BAWIOFGMAWO;FWA 

PIGSY LOOKS FLY TOO THO, HE’S ROCKING THAT GREEN BLUE COLOUR AND THE GOLD 

THE CAT BASS FOR SANDY YEAH IT’S SO GOOD 

AS AN MK KINNIE IT BRINGS ME JOY THAT HE’S ON THE DRUMS PLS BGL;SAMF;OAGHWAE 

JIN AND YIN?????

OKAY I WAS NOT EXCPECTING THEM TO SHOW UP STRAIGHT UP THIS WSA A SUPRRISE I’M GBL;AFKMAW;OFE 

THE GREATEST THEATRE TECNICTIONS 

OH NO 

IT’S SHEEEEE

ITS’ THEIR ACCOUNTANT 

WAIT TANG 

“no one benches Mr.Tang” HE SOUNDS SO SAD

TANG, I KNOW THEY’VE STOLEN THINGS EVERY OTHER EPISODE BUT PLS, LETS SUPPORT THEIR MORALLY SOUND ACTIONS FOR ONCE AND IW ANNA HEAR PIGSY SING HECK UUUUU 

Tang really having a crisis 

OH MY GODS THE MUSIC

SONGS

I’M GONNA SCREAM I’M NOT READY FOR THIS 

CHARACTERS SINGING DANCING AND PLAYING INTERUMENTS IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS IN THE WORLD AND I’M BEING HANDED IT RIGHT NOW I’M GONNA START SOBBING

IT’S SUCH A BOP I’M GONNA START CRYING 

LOOK AT TANG GO 

 I LOVE THE FACT IT’S ACTION MUSIC SUITING HIS RUNNING ACROSS ROOFTOPS 

BUDDY???? 

TANG????? 

TANG????? BUDDY???? 

MY GUY??? 

MY DUDE????? 

TANG PLEASE 

LIKE FATHER LIKE SON— BGLK;SADMFA;OGHAO;IWE 

EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THIS SHOW HAS ABANDMENT ISSUES I SWEAR 

TANG WANTING TO BE USEFUL AND FOR OTHERS TO SEE HIM AS USEFUL I’M MENTALLY ILL RIGHT NOW I’M GONNA START CRYING ABOUT THIS SIR 

IT’S THE FACT HE JUST CHILLS AROUND THE NOODLE SHOP, ASKS FOR FREE NOODLES BUT THIS MAN JUST WANTS TO BE SEEN AS USEFUL AND AHVE PEOPEL COME TO HIM AND ASK HIM FOR STUFF, SPICIFICALLY EVEN MK COME TO HIM FOR STUFF AND THE WAY HE’S ALWAYS OS HAPPY TO EXPLAIN STUFF ABOUT JTTW (because it’s one of his favourite things) AND CAUSE IT’S HIS THING, A THING HE CAN DO, SOMETHING THE OTHERS LISTEN TO AND VALUE HIM FOR AND WITHOUT IT—

SHUT UP I’M FINE 

TANG UR NOT MAKIGN IT THE NOODLEBG;LSMAWE

GOOD GOSH TANG 

TANG HOW DID YOU NOT DIE 

“I’m alive!!!!” SOMWHO 

THE FACT MACAQUE WAS WATCHIGN THE WHOLE THING BGSD;LKFMAGB;AOIWFMAWEF HE FOLLOWED TANG IS WHAT’S GETTING TO ME 

STILL HYPED UP ON SHADOW ANIMATION AREN’T YA FLYING BARK BG;LSDAMF;OAWEF 

STANDING ON THE WALL 

SIR??? 

EXCUSE ME?? 

TOUCHY MUCH?? 

THE GLASSES THING?? 

UM HANDS OFF THE MAN MAC MAC N CHEESE 

WHY DOES HE KEEP TOUCHING PEOPLEGBS;LKAM;AWEOF

HE’S SO FREAKING TOUCHSTARVED 

ON THE BRIGHT SIDE I DON’T FEEL AS LIKE, ALARM BELLS WHEN HE MAKES PHYSICAL CONTACT WITH TANG THAN I DO WHEN HE MAKES CONTACT WITH MK 

PROBBALY BECAUSE THE GASLIGHTING IS LESS :T 

 TANG?? 

WHOAH BUD HE TOOK NONE OF THAT 

THAT WOULD’VE LIKE, SHAKEN MK RIGHT OFF THE BAT 

TANG LIKE, SHOVES HIS ARM OFF AND RUNS 

CAUSE HE KNOWS WHAT MACAQUE IS AND WHAT’ HE’S BEEN DOING 

HOLY CRAP TANG 

I’M 

I’M PROCESSING THIS HE’S 

TANG??? 

BUDDY??? 

DID YOU JUST KICK THE MAN???

R U D E 

TANG’S TRYING REALLY HARD Y’ALL HE IS ALMOST DESPERATE TO DO THIS I’M 

MACAQUE?? 

HOW??? 

WHAT THE HECK DO YOU MEAN 

HOW THE HECK WOULD HTAT HELP YOU?? 

Macaque is one of those people on tumblr with zero reading compression, man really saw the first shiny thing the crew was going after and went “WELL IF THEY THINK IT’S IMPORTANT IT’LL PROBABLY HELP ME” 

WOW THO SOME OPENESS THERE TOO THIS EPS WHACK 

HE’S SO STUPID 

HE’S SO STUPID HE ’S SO SUPTID HE’S SO STUPID 

“I’m an expert—“ SHUT UP YOU HAVE ZERO BRAINCELLS YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT YOU HAVE PROVED TIME AND TIME AGAIN YOU AHVE ZERO SELF AWARENESS YOU’RE DUMB BEYOND BELIEF AND WORDS I’M BG;LSDAFMOAWE IT’S NOT EVEN ABOUT WUKONG, IT’S NOT EVEN ABOUT THE MONKEY, MK’S THE ONE WHO TOLD TANG TO SIT DOWN AND MACAQUE IS STILL “blah blah blah blah WUKONG WUKONG WUKONG” WOW THERE MAC WOW 

BOHT TANG AND MK TRYING TO GET MACAQUE TO HELP AND JOIN THE GROUP THO EVEN IF HE’S CHASING AND HURTING THEM HHHHHHHHHH (guess i know where Mk gets that part) 

holding Tang gently 

ALSO MACAQUE BEING LIKE “DON’T GET CLOSE TO PEOPLE, SPICIFICALLY DON’T GET CLOSE TO MONKEY KING” IS SO FUNNY TO ME HE’S TRUAMATIZED AND STUPID YOUR HONOUR 

“look out for number one, because if you don’t, no one will” WOW I SURE DO WRITE HIM CORRECTLY I GUESS, I’M WHEEZING I HATE HIM AND LOVE HIM HIM GO GET THERAPY YOU IDIOT 

MAN 

TANG

HOLDING HIM SO GENTLY 

AW HE SAVED THE PICTURE

HE SAVED THE PICTURE I’M GONNA CRY 

TANG

BUDDY

I’M GONNA CRY 

UM 

THE WAY THE PICTURE GOES OVER TO MACAQUE

I’M GONNA CRY?? 

HE LOOKS RIGHT AT IT 

CATCHES IT 

TANG 

I LOVE TANG SO MUCH RN PLS 

SHAKING HIM 

THIS IS WHAT I’VE BEEN WANTING FOR HIS CHARACTER YES YES YE SYES YES YES YES YESYYEYSYEYSYEESYYESYESYSEYSEYESESYSEYSEYES

CAN ALWAYS DEPEND ON FRIENDS I’M CRYING

OH HECK PIGSY SINGING

NOT READY NOT REDAD\GHAEG;AGH;OIWQFMHAW;OEIGM;OAWO;IFM 

COME ONNNNNN

PIGSYYYYY 

ARE YOU KIDDING YES I’M SCREAMING THE SOUND 

PIGSY SINGIGNG FOR REAL

I’M GONNA SCREAM THIS IS EVERYTHIGN TO ME 

OH 

OH HI 

HEY 

MACAQUE GETTING HIT 

WITH THE SOUND

THAT LOOKS LIKE HE WAS GETTING HIT WITH THE SOUND 

HELLO????????????? 

HELLO>???? 

I’M GONNA?? HEY?? 

HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HYE 

REFERENCE TO MAC’S SUPER HEARING SIX EARS I’M YELLING SHAKING HIM THROWING HIM OUT THE WINDOW /POS 

the 

THE FACT

THAT 

Macaque: i’m gonna steal this ring 

Macaque, four seconds later: never mind i’d rather punch the sad man again 

THE FACT THAT HE REALLY JUST DID THAT, HEARD TANG TALKING ABOUT HIS FAM LIKE THAT AND JUST GOT MAD, AND ALSO POSSIBLY GOT HURT BY THE SOUND SO ATTACK MODE ON WHO THE HECK KNOWS HE’S STUPID UR HONOUR DEAR GOSH 

BUBBLE 

“no regrets” 

I’M CRYING?? 

DARN RIGHT PIGSY’S SINGING DESERVES THIS I’M GONNA START SOBBING

THE MUSIC OF THIS EPSOIDEO IS SO FREAKING GOOD I’M SCREAMING 

HELLO TANG BPOWERS

WE DONE BEEN KNEW

THT’S RIGHT SUCER 

WE KNEW

OHHHH

HEY MAC 

RIP 

THE MIC DROP 

THE BGSL;DKFMAOWE PIGSY’S SO FREAKING COOL YOU GUYS HE COOKES HE SINGS, HE’S DAD, HE’S LOVELY 

HE DID IT!!!!!!!!!! MONKEY DID IT, SUN WUKONG FOR THE WIN, BIGGEST WIN OF THIS EPISODE FR /HJ 

THE AFFECTIONATE BENCHWARMER

Y’SEE PIGSY NEVER DOUBTS HIM HE KNOWS HE’S CAPABLE 

I’M CRYING 

TANGS HYSTERICAL LAUGH I’M NOT OVER THIS I’M GONNA SCREAM BGS;ALKFMAWOEF 

YUP AND THEY’RE GONE 

AND INTENSE VIBE NOW 

OH 

OH 

OH BOY HERE’S WHY HE’S NOT AFTER THEM YET

LIGHT N SHADOWS DON’T MIX AMMIRITE?? HAHAHAHAH AH 

ohhhh

oHHHH BOY

UR IN TROUBLE 

HE’S IN TROUBLE 

AH YUP 

CALLED IT 

H’ES IN TROUBLE 

A

A

UH

UH

UH

H

H

HO

HOOO

UH

UH

UH

UH

UH

UH

UH

OKAY

I’VE UH

BEEN SITTING HERE FOR LIKE TEN MINUTES 

UM 

WHAT

THE

WHAT

EXCUSE ME 

EXCUSE ME 

UM

RIGHT

YEAH

SO THAT

WHOLE SCENE

HI

SHE CAN REACH HIM FROM THERE 

WOW

THAT’S UH 

THAT’S A LOT TO UNPACK 

UM 

WOW

HE’S FREAKING DESPERATE 

THE WAY HE’S DESPERATELY TELLING HER THE INFORMATION 

AND THE WAY SHE FORCEFULLY SHOVES HER POWERS ON HIM AND THE WAY IT HURTS HIM 

WOW

WOW

HOOO

OH BOY 

THAT’S UH 

YEAH 

WOW

H

HOLY CRAP 

I CAN

T RECOVER FROM THIS

I CAN’T DO IT 

I’M 

SO I KNEW

SOMETHING WAS GONNA HAPPEN TO HIM 

BUT UH 

THATS 

WOW 

SOMETHIGN MORE PROBABLY GONNA HAPPEN TO HIM WHEN HE INEVITABLY FAILS AGAIN TO CATCH THEM FR 

BUT UH 

WOW 

You know that thing Monkey King always says about Mk’s mortal body not being able to handle all of monkey kings powers all at once without working up it? 

UH 

*looks at Macaque* 

Homeboy looking like he’s kinda getting an overload of power 

THE WAY HE CURLS UP 

WOW

WOW HE WAS TERRIFIED

WOW

WOWOWOWOWOOWOWOWOW 

WOW

HECK

CRAP

HECK

WOW

HECK

HECK

HECKEHCKEHCKCECHKLM;BGOIMFAWE

SO REMEMBER THAT POST I MADE

MACAQUE WOW 

MANS REALLY TERRIFIED FOR HIS ACTUAL LIFE 

UH 

ABSUIVE SITUATION FOR HIM HE IS NOT FINE AH 

I MEAN WE DONE BEEN KNEW THIS BUT WOW 

UM RIGHT

WELL THEN

I CANT’ WATCH EPS 9 AND 10 UNTIL TOMORROW SO UH 

WOOOOO 

THIS IS ALL THE STUFF I ALREADY KNEW I’VE LITERLALY MADE WHOLE ANALYSIS POSTS WALKING THROUGH MACAQUES TRAUMA FROM THE ABUSE HE EXPEREICNES FROM LBD BUT HOLY CRAP 

HE GOT HER POWER BOOST WHETHER HE WANTED IT OR NOT I’M 

THE BLUE FLASH EYE THING TAHT KEEPS HAPPENING TOO 

SEMI-POSSESSION BUT NOT QUITE 

JUST HER IN HIS HEAD 

STILL NOT OVER JIN AND YIN ACTUALLY HAVING A JOB WITH THEIR ACCOUNTANT BGLSAKDFAOWEF 

BUT UH 

HOLY CRAP 

I UH 

I’M GONNA BE HAVING A CRISIS ABOUT THIS FOR THE REST OF THE DAY THANKS 

LIFE

REST OF MY LIFE 

THE WAY IT ZOOMS OUT AND IT’S HIM GETTING SURROUNDED BY THIS AS IT EXPLODES FROM HIM I’M 

HOLY CRAP 

MACAQUE GETTING PUMMLED 

BOY CAN’T WAIT TO SEE HOW THIS ENDS AHAHAHAHHAHAHA HE’S GONNA DIE (not fr probably but sOMETHING SURE AS HECK GONNA HAPPEN TO HIM AH) 

MONKIE KID YOU CAN’T KILLL THE HOT TOPIC MONKEY BEFORE HE HITS HIS REDEMTION ARC OR AT LEAST ANTI-HERO ARC I’M BGS;DLKAFMBO;AWIMAWOFH

WOW WOW

Okay I gotta, end this or i’m gonna be rambling about this for the rest of the day I’m 

WOW

I GUESS I’LL SEE YOU GUYS TOMORROW FOR EPS 9 AND 10 HAHAHAHA I’M IN PAIN

WOW THIS EPISODE WAS A LOT, LIKE A LOT MROE THAN THE RED SON ONE WHICH IS SAYING SOMETHING THIS IS SO MUCH TO UNPACK, TANG’S WANTING TO BE USEFUL AND HIS FAITH IN HIS FAMILY AND HIS POWERS, MACAQUE’S WHOLE SPEIL ABOUT NOT TRUSTING PEOPLE AND PIGSY’S SINGING, MONKEY KING’S STAGEFIGHT, PIGSY’S BOMBER JACKET, THE MERCH, SANDY’S OUTFIT, MONKEY KING IN A HOODIE, THAT WHOLE ENDING SCENE THE HECK—

 i’m never gonna recover from this episode alone, but i’m watching 9 and 10 tomorrow and the season finale special is coming out IN A FEW DAYS I’M GOING TO DIE 

coughs

Alright, good day, i’m gonna go grab some ice and stick my head in it o7 

(the way macaque stops trying to grab the ring to actually have a conversation with tang i’m not over that, he’s a talker but oh my gosh what the crap) 

[moririki]

⤷ PUSHING THE LIMITS

TSUKISHIMA KEI X READER -> 2.7K
you decide to see how far you can push your boyfriend before he snaps

REQUEST -> ✰
CONTAINS -> SMUT!!!!!, bratty reader i GUESS, uhm my second smut ever so quality won't be amazing, fingering, oral (giving), unprotected sex, , tsukki teasing you <3, but hes also soft at the end brrr
MORI'S THOUGHTS -> WOOOWOOOO 100 FOLLOWERS EVENT IS A GO!!! sry about the quality dipping halfway through i did not write this in one sitting ✌️

YOU KNEW THAT YOU WERE COMING OVER TO YOUR BOYFRIEND'S DORM TO STUDY, but when he greeted you with a searing kiss that was enough to have you trying to catch your breath, you realised that he may or may not be wanting to play dirty. he had a history project, you had an essay to finish, the two of you were fairly busy. luckily working together in a comfortable silence worked surprisingly well for the both of you. most of the time, anyway.

but you were still reeling from his kiss and your thoughts were straying far from the subject material needed to finish your paper. only ten minutes in to your study session, you were ready to call it a night and spend some quality time with tsukishima. currently, the two of you were lying side by side on his bed, trying not to slip off the edge due to how narrow it was. while your pen had stilled on its page, tsukishima was rapidly typing away on his laptop with slightly furrowed brows.

even with his facial features scrunched up, you still found yourself admiring your boyfriend's face as he concentrated on his project. the reflection of the laptop on his glasses only added to the look, and you almost found yourself sighing dreamily at how handsome he looked.

"quit staring, idiot," tsukishima mumbled without glancing up from his work. when you didn't make a single movement to follow his suggestion, his eyes flicked towards you with an unimpressed expression adorning his face. he raised a hand from the jeyboard to flick your forehead lightly, just enough to make you huff and return to your notebook. though yiu already had gotten the structure and general points already planned out, the actual construction of your essay was yet to happen. instead, you twirled your pen before raising it to your lips. you bit your lip in mock thought on just how to start writing your essay, though a more satisfying result occured when you heard a sharp intake of breath from beside you.

you tried not to look too smug as you turned to look at your boyfriend in amusement.

"look who's staring now, kei," you smiled up at him and he glowered at you.

"bite your lip once more, i dare you." you only giggled at his threat, seeing as he was playing directly into your hand.

but now you had to play a waiting game, so you went back to your essay. you even managed to complete an opening paragraph before deciding to ramp things up a notch.

you faked a yawn, arching your back as you stretched before rolling over, closer to tsukishima. you ended up on your back, practically underneath him, with his golden eyes watching you carefully. they remained trained on your face as you batted your eyelashes at him, before trailing down to your mouth again as you oh-so-carefully tugged your bottom lip between your teeth.

you barely had time to blink before you found yourself really lying underneath him, one of his hands resting against your face, his thumb coaxing your bottom lip back out from your teeth. the other had collected your hands, pinning them above your head by the wrist with ease.

"i thought i told you not to do that again, hm?" despite his tone, kei's eyes had some glint of mischief in them, enough to make you squirm under his grasp.

"oops." the way the smile never dropped from your face did little to convince kei that you were sincere, but he knew you were looking for some sort of reaction when you held his gaze as you parted your lips, softly biting the tip of his thumb.

you watched the way his eyes darkened from above and his grip on your wrists tightened. kei surged forwards, pressing his lips to yours roughly and you grinned as you kissed him back with as much vigour. the hand that had been on your jaw now travelled downwards before reaching your bare thigh.

kei gripped it harshly, hiking it up roughly to latch around his waist. you hummed into the kiss at the sensation, digging your heel into his back to feel some friction from his crotch rubbing against your thigh. kei groaned at the sensation, breaking the kiss to glare at you.

"you're such a brat."

"yeah, but you love me." you grinned up at him, face flushed and body practically buzzing from his touch.

kei muttered a "whatever" before kissing you again, harder than before. his hips rolled against yours, making your breath hitch in your throat. you tried to free your wrists to wrap your arms around his shoulders, anything to get him closer to you, but it was futile. kei snickered at your attempt to overpower him, though he had some mercy when he pulled away again to slip off your shorts with his free hand. you clamped your thighs together when you were left in just your underwear and under the scrutiny of your boyfriend.

"don't go shy on me now, pretty," kei teased you, rubbing soft circles into the plush of your thighs with his thumb. you flustered at the pet name, but let him part your legs and hook a finger along the waistband of your panties and drag them down your legs ever so slowly.

the cold air of the room made you clench slightly, but kei blowing on your pussy made you gasp and squirm in his hold. kei smirked at your reaction, trailing a single pretty finger of his around your entrance, humming at how wet you already were.

"you're really making my job a lot easier, pretty," he muttered, pressing a quick kiss to your lips as he slowly slipped a single finger inside you. you sucked in a shaky breath as he curled it inside you, feeling him reach the spongy spot which had you tensing and moaning softly.

his palm rested against your clit, the slight roughness of it proving to be enough stimulation. you found your hips raising, desperate for more friction, but kei's hand stilled as you whined from underneath him.

"come on, what happened to being patient?" he teased. you managed to glare back at him, before kei dipped his head again and decorated the column of your neck with deliberate kisses that had your head tilted back with pleasure. kei's finger started moving again, leaving your body blistering with sensations that were quickly building up to your release.

kei soon added another finger, with you moaning at the additional stretch. he scissored them inside you, stretching your walls out and leaving your toes curling. with his lips never stopping from administering hickeys all across your collarbones, you felt the heady buzz of an orgasm start to wash over you. you felt your lower stomach tighten in anticipation, only for it all to be ripped away from you at the last minute as kei removed his fingers from your hole, now sopping wet with your slick.

"what do you say that we put your mouth to good use, huh?" you could only nod at tsukishima's suggestion as your chest rose and fell rapidly, head still spinning from being taken so close to the edge. you just about registered tsukishima raising his hand and bringing his souled fingers to your mouth.

without a single word from him, your lips parted and you welcomed his two fingers into your mouth, sucking on them softly to clean them and tasting yourself on him. kei groaned at how compliant you were, pulling his fingers free before connecting your lips with his once again. he could taste the faintest trace of you on your tongue, and this dragged a soft moan from him that went through you like a shock if electricity.

with that, tsukishima finally released your wrists, leaning back before getting off of the bed. he grabbed hold of your ankles, dragging you until you were seated at the edge of the bed right in front of him, staring up at him expectantly with your heartbeat running wild. kei almost cooed at the lovestruck expression in your eyes, but he chose to lean back, eyes appraising your figure in a leisurely manner.

"strip for me." you almost took a double take at his words, though the tone showed just hiw serious he was being. his eyes were hungry as they zeroed in on your fingers curling around the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head fluidly so that your top half matched your bottom. "aww, aren't you eager," kei crooned, his hand cradling your face. if you weren't blushing profusely from his remark you might have asked him about his own flushed cheeks.

instead, you diverted your attention to his own shirt, tugging at it softly to prompt him to do the same as you had seconds ago. kei caught on quickly, tugging the material over his head along with your help, your hands smoothing over his toned skin as soon as it was revealed. with your wrists finally freed, you could touch him just as much as you wanted, and you did. your fingers trailed down his sides and back up again, tracing patterns into his skin. you decoded to be brave, hooking your fingers into his waistband and pulling his body closer to you, to which kei gladly complied.

then your mouth was on him, leaving open mouthed kisses that trailed dangerously lower down his v-line. you came back up, making sure to suck a hickey into the skin just above his hip where a rare mole rested. you heard another shaky intake of breath from your lover, and felt a small jab of satisfaction at the sound. you felt fingers thread theough your hair, before pulling on it and forcing your head back until you were locking eyes with tsukishima.

"i think your mouth can do something else now, hm?" you nodded as best as you could, pulling your lip between your teeth as you focused on the rather visible bulge under your boyfriend's sweatpants. you curled fingers underneath his waistband once more, pulling both his sweats and boxers down in one go.

kei's dick, now freed, slapped against his stomach, already leaking precum that had inevitably soaked the material of his boxers. you pumped his length with your hand a few times, able to slide it up and down easily due to his precum, before taking him into your mouth.

no matter how many times you've done this, you still struggled to fully swallow his length. you still managed a great amount, and the rest was handled with your hand. you bobbed your head, setting your own pace and resisting the urge to gag when you felt his tip hit the back of your throat.

you settled into a rhythm, relaxing your jaw and placing a hand on his thigh to brace yourself. you coukd hear his groans from above you and it spurred you on, even thiugh your lungs were starting to burn from a lack of breathing.

before the sensation got unbearable, kei laced his fingers in your hair and pulled you away from his dick. when you looked up at his face you couldn't help but admire how pretty your boyfriend was all over again. while last time he had been focusing on a history project, his cheeks were flushed and he was out of breath, even going ahead and biting his own lip now. you thought the urge to be sarcastic about it.

"fuck, pretty, i can't wait," kei groaned, his fingers finding purchase on your hips and helping you lift them. in one swift motions, you hd been turned so that now you were on your hands and knees, feet hanging off the edge of the bed. you felt a hand smooth over the small of your back before kei leaned over you, his body radiating warmth as he pressed a quick kiss to your shoulder- a nonverbal question as to whether you were ok. when you looked back at his face and nodded, your boyfriend grinned before turning his attention to his dick.

he used a hand to position it, just barely parting your folds. you whined at the contact and how kei was teasing you, running the tip between your folds as you squirmed.

"kei, please," you pleaded breathily, and the hand that he rested on your back stilled.

"that's all you had to say, pretty," he mumbled, before pushing into you.

you moaned at the sensation, enjoying the stretch of him filling you up as he bottomed out. after a few moments of him staying still, you reached behind you to squeeze his hand and remind him that yes, he could in fact move.

at your confirmation kei placed his hands on your hips, keeping them still as he pulled out then thrusted back in, eliciting a soft moan from you. kei groaned in unison, the timbre of his voice making you clench around him. his hips never stilled, picking up a pace that had you moaning unashamedly and fisting kei's bedsheets as his dick hit the spot inside you which had you seeing stars.

a particularly hard thrust had you falling to your elbows as your arms gave out. the new angle only helped kei hit deeper and you practically screamed into the sheets at the stimulation.

"kei, fuck!" you barely sounded coherent, and the sound of your fucked-out voice just spurred kei on with his brutal pace. his thrusts were starting to lose their rhythm, though, and kei could tell that you were close too from the erratic spasms of your walls.

you couldn't even warn him that you were going to cum when kei brought a hand down to your clit, providing just that extra amount of friction to send you over the edge with a cry. that didn't stop kei from thrusting into you, helping you ride out your high as he let out a groan from the feeling of you clamping down around him.

he indulged in a few more thrusts before pulling out, pumping his length to finish before cumming on the shallow dip of your lower back. he then rather unceremoniously flopped down onto the bed next to you, joining you in the breathless afterglow of both of your orgasms.

after a few minutes, he rolled over to pepper kisses along your shoulderblade and run a hand down your back, careful to avoid the mess that he made.

"you feel like finishing that essay now, brat?" you giggled at his question, curling your hand around his as your spent body regained still regained strength.

"mm, maybe tomorrow," you hummed. kei kissed your shoulder one last time before getting up, padding off to the bathroom to clean himself up. you heard the distant sound of a tap running for a few seconds before kei came back to you, wet towel in hand. you felt the warmth of it against your back as kei cleaned you up, before handing it to you to clean the rest of yourself as he pulled on his sweatpants.

after you finished, he then handed you his sweatshirt, helping your tired arms to pull it over your head so that you were swaddled in the cloth.

the two of you lay down in tsukishima's bed, your back to his chest as you shared the same pillow. with the average hours of sleep that you both got as university students, this rest was needed. one of kei's hands came up

to tilt your face to look at his before he captured your lips in a kiss, albeit softer than the others he had given you earlier.

"goodnight, brat," he whispered to you.

"love you too, tsukki," you mumbled, already feeling the embrace of sleep tugging you towards unconsciousness. your boyfriend tugged you closer as well, pressing his face into your shoulder and making you grin in the dark.

that smile only widened when you heard the quietest love you too escape his lips minutes later, when he thought you had fallen asleep.

"i heard that, you know." kei only grumbled, squeezing you tighter.

"no you didn't, go to sleep."

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[sohin-ace]

Abbachio - Hangover

You walked inside the headquarters that you titled your home.

It was half past 3 A.M and you knew fair well everybody in the team was staying here for the night, and were most likely sleeping soundly like babies at this hour.

And so, with velvety steps and calculated slow movements, you entered the porch and quietly closed the door, moving in the dark as silently as possible.

You had just finished a tiring mission and the one thing you desired most at the moment was to crash into bed, maybe marry it since you were at it, barely thinking about the sticky blood, sweat and dried river water that stained you during your mission.

You huffed and kicked your shoes off, liberating your aching and swollen feet from them, directing yourself towards the kitchen to fetch some well-deserved water that your throat was oh-so desperately screaming for.

You were shocked to find the room lit at this hour. Your first thought was that Bruno was probably still awake and having a small break from his neverending pile of work.

Your expression completely fell, however, upon seeing that Bruno was not the one occupying the kitchen but someone else, greeting you with a heart breaking sight.

"... Leone?"

The male was slumped over the table, his head buried in his arms with one hand holding onto a spilling wine bottle, burgundy liquid running everywhere onto the wooden surface, the floor, and onto the male's clothes. Even some strands of his splayed out hair drank up the alcohol, dying them from silver to violet.

You gasped at the mess but was even more shocked by the implications behind said mess. He didn't even bother taking a glass, prefering downing the wine directly from the bottle. He wasn't planning on holding back tonight and it alarmed you.

You knew of Abbachio's tendency of alchoholism, but he was never so drunk as to black out this way and you weren't sure he would even be able to work tomorrow, or do anything else, for that matter.

"Leone..." You slowly approached his hunched over form and gently shook him. "Caro, wake up."

No response.

With you being all alone in the middle of the night, there weren't much you could do. But there were no way you'd ever leave him in this state.

Shaken with worry, you only did what your heart told you and moved the bottle away from his grip. It was almost empty at this point anyway.

You brushed his long hair to the side to let some fresh air cool his face down while you cleaned and mopped the tiled floor and table. Oh you'd make sure to lecture him about that later.

You thought about him, sitting next to you as you cleaned up. How tormented he was and how, just like the wine bottle, he spilled himself out in secrecy.

You bit back your tears. He was so alone. Tortured. It hurt you that your Leone, whom you loved so much, had to go through a trauma you could never heal for him. Or even soothed in the slightest. You were grateful that he even remotely accepted your affection, but still.

It wasn't enough, for you.

"I wish I could help you, Leone..." You murmured and caressed his soft hair, revealing more of his peaceful face, his smeared makeup not tainting any of his beauty.

Your heart clenched, he looked so calm, so sweet. How did he manage to make grief look so gentle, you would never know. You almost didn't want to move him and disturb him, but you had to.

Carefully holding his shoulders, you pulled him up, his weight much heavier than you'd have expected, even thought it should be no surprise. Abbachio was a burly man.

You craddled his head and placed him in a proper up-sitting position and he groaned.

"Uugh... Hhmmm..."

"Leone, wake up, love." You still held his face against your chest and patted his cheek to wake him, scared that he'd sway and tumble over if you let go of him. "You gotta go to bed. Come on."

"Hmmm.... Sssuuuree...." He mumbled, words slurred.

He was surprisingly compliant, you thought. When you were certain he could hold his own head up, you let go and grabbed his wrist, still drenched in wine.

You hooked his arm around your shoulders and wrapped your own around his torso. He made the effort to stay in balance while you hoisted him up to his feet, not without struggle and effort on your part.

You stumbled a bit, but managed to get him up, at least, holding onto him for dear life as you maneuvered his much heavier body around the kitchen.

He counted on you for support and was close to falling sleeping on you as he snored against your hair, the stench of alcohol reaching your nostrils. Man, why did he have to be the heaviest male of the group?

You brushed your exhaustion from the preceeding mission to the side and dedicated yourself to helping Leone. Rest could wait.

Thanks to the help of your Stand, you ended the course safely back to his room and opened the door, having more hands to do so.

You let him down to sit onto his bed as gently as you could and you felt he was about collapse again.

You instantly wrapped your arms around his shoulders and let him slump over your chest.

"Woa- Don't lay down just yet! I need to get your clothes off."

He only purred some low nonsense, as if to show his annoyance to you. Well, maybe he desperately wanted to sleep, but so did you.

"Don't 'brrr' at me, boy. You're the one who spilled wine all over your pants and top!" You scolded to deaf, or rather drunk ears. Not like he was listening to you, but still.

Huffing a bit, you took hold of the lace on his top and untied it, letting you slide the rest off his broad shoulders and back. It was much easier to slip the sleeves off afterwards, and you were almost proud of yourself.

"I'm gonna be such a good mom." You joked to yourself as you caringly held onto Leone's warm back and head to gently place him down on his bed before taking his shoes and pants off.

Once this was done and not without a pause to catch your breath, you went to the bathroom to grab a towel, dampening it in warm water before you came back to him and sat by his side. He had already fallen fast asleep, and was looking awfully adorable, if you were honest.

" 'Clumsy brat'," You chuckled with a whisper as you wiped the wine off his skin and the sweat and tears off his neck and chest. "That's what you always called me. Ironic."

You looked fondly over at him as you finished your self-assigned task, closing off by wiping his left hand. You thought over your options.

Maybe it was the fatigue blurring your moral code. Or maybe you were just blinded by this crazy thing called love. Perhaps he was just an enticing wizard who cast a spell on you with his lips. Whatever it was, you foolishly decided you would kiss him after you removed his make up, and so you did.

You gently removed what remained of his make up that wasn't washed out by the crying and the drinking. You sighed at your good job and leaned over, running your fingers delicately over his skin.

"This is probably wrong." You hesitated, questioning your choices, yet feeling brave. "But I think I can at least have that, right...? Pardon me for this, Leone."

You closed the distance between you both to press your lips ever-so-sweetly on his own, wanting to linger, but not quite feeling deserving enough either. It was short-lived but precious and tingly. You felt your heart flutter and you swore you also felt his hand twitch slightly next to you.

You sighed. You yearned for more. You wished you could just collapse and fall asleep by him. Your responsibilities thankfully got the best of you.

"I love you. Please love yourself too, we all want to see you better. I know I do. Depend on me sometimes too, okay?" You breathed out to him, secretely hoping he heard you in his dreams and maybe accepted your selfish and heartfelt request.

You were tired. You needed to sleep and you were afraid you'd act more and more foolishly if you stayed with him any longer.

You reluctantly leaned away from him and got up, making sure to tuck him in thoroughly inside the blankets before you left.

You'd leave a note to Bruno to not wake him up in the morning.

When Abbachio woke up in the morning, much later than he usually did, he was disappointed, yet not surprised to be struck with a splitting headache.

"Fuck..." He groaned, holding his heavy head in his hands, "Not again..."

He inhaled deeply only to realise he was strangely met by a sweet familiar scent mixed with the stinging wine he drowned himself in.

Out of doubt, he looked over the bedside table and found a water bottle and some aspirin as well as a small note.

He grabbed the note and squinted at it, trying to read it with his still hazy eyes.

'Water helps with hangover headaches. Tablets too, obviously :P . Take it easy, Bruno gave you the day off.'

Was that you? That was most definitely you, he thought. And that fruity scent on his face and hands must be you too. There were no doubt now.

It didn't take him long to put two and two together. He would have been much quicker-witted if he wasn't so hungover. He remembered you had a mission last night, you probably went home by then and helped him to bed out of sheer empathy, sweet as you were.

Abbachio sighed and rubbed his face. He was both ashamed and extremely grateful towards you. It must have been so draining to come take care of him after you risked your life out there.

God he felt like shit. Again, he was being a burden on the people he loved, all because of his selfish choices. But knowing you, you'd probably hate him thinking that of himself, and tell him you were fine with it and happy to help. You had such a kind heart.

"... How did she even get me upstairs...? This tiny dwarf."

He groaned and sat up, smoothing his fingers over his lips. He blushed at his own thoughts. He swore he dreamt of you kissing him as he was asleep, and the feeling was still pretty vivid.

But he couldn't be sure. Drunken dreams were weird sometimes.

Thinking of making it up to you, he took the medicine and downed it with water, his mind filled with thoughts of you only.

He deserved at least that.