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haikyuu-appreciation-club · 3 years

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Hey, I was hoping to get an emergency request? I’ve been depressed and had my heartbroken a bit, so I’m kinda staying up at night just having bursts of crying fits, and so I was wondering if I could have some hcs of how Tsukishima, Aone, Ushijima, and Daichi would treat their s/o if they spent the night with them when they were crying on and off through the night. Thanks, and feel free to delete this if it’s not something you wanna do x

hey there anon!

im so sorry to hear that love, remember that it is 100% okay to cry and that every single thing you’re feeling is valid <3

my messages are always open (and ask box is too if you prefer to stay anonymous) xoxo

I hope you enjoy our bbys showing you some much deserved love :)

•Tsukishima, Aone, Ushijima, and Daichi Comforting Their Crying S/O•

warnings: mentions of mental health issues

genre: comfort + fluff

characters: tsukishima, aone, ushijima, daichi

•Tsukishima•

tsukishima was usually very snarky and playful when it came to your relationship

back and forth bantering was how you two showed your affection for one another

but when tsukishima heard your soft cries from beside him he knew that this was a time where he had to be more cautious with his words,

“Hey, what's the matter with you?”

you turned to look at him, eyes puffy and red, with hot tears streaming down your cheeks

you swiped at your face and offered him a forced smile,

“I’m fine Kei, sorry for interrupting your beauty sleep.”

he didn’t miss the slight shake in your voice with your attempts to lighten the mood

he tsked and flicked your forehead,

“I’m not an idiot Y/N, why are you crying?”

you casted your eyes downward, too embarrassed to face your boyfriend

it’s not as if you didn’t think he’d care or you were too nervous to open up to him but you didn’t want him to view you as weak or troublesome,

“I guess I just haven’t been feeling the best lately. I’ve been getting sad more often than usual without a reason and I don't really know what to do.”

tsukishima looked at you as you tried to stop your lip from quivering

seeing you like this made his heart hurt

he always hated seeing you so upset but he wasn't always the best at reassuring you during your time of need

he sighed, more towards himself then you, and pulled you into him

“Kei wha-”

“Quiet,”

“But what are you-”

“Y/N, save me the embarrassment and just cuddle with me, will you?”

your eyes widened at his statement, it was very rare for tsukishima to initiate something like this

but you didn’t complain, curling up next to him and wrapping your arms around his figure

soon after, the feeling of sadness washed over you once more as you tried to hold back your tears

you didn’t want to seem ungrateful by continuing your pity party

after all tsukishima practically leaped out of his comfort zone to help you

however, as you shook lightly in tsukki’s hold you felt his arms that were encasing you give a soft squeeze,

“you can let it out, it’s just us Y/N.”

once those words met your ears tears began flowing down your cheeks all over again

tsukishima held you, running his slender fingers through your hair until you fell limp in his hold, slipping out of consciousness

once he knew you had fully drifted off to sleep he placed a kiss on your tear stained cheek,

“I love you.”

•Aone•

aone was a very light sleeper, so he didn’t miss the light whimpers that escaped your lips as you lied next to him

at first he didn’t really know what to think, maybe you were having a nightmare or something of the sort?

but when he heard a sob rack your body he knew that wasn’t the case

aone wasn’t one to freak out over things, he was very composed and calm even in difficult situations

so, as soon as he sensed something was wrong he didn’t hesitate to take initiative

sitting up and gently shaking your shoulder, he spoke in a soft voice,

“Y/N.”

you turned to face him and immediately he could make out the tears staining your cheeks

he was never one to use his words, choosing to stay quiet for a vast majority of the time, but you didn’t ever mind

his actions had always spoken so much louder then his words ever could

you knew how much he loved you, it was displayed with every single thing he did

and when he silently tugged at your hand, lifting you away from the covers and into his warm embrace, you felt his love all over again

he lightly rubbed your back as you continued to cry into his chest, your arms lazily returning the hug

a part of you felt embarrassed being caught in such a vulnerable state but the way your boyfriend was caring for you washed away any feeling of unease

after a while, the soothing rhythm of aone’s large hand moving up and down your back brought you to a state of peace

however before the two of you drifted back off to sleep, aone tugged on your hand once more, pulling you out of the room

“Aone, where are we going?”

he didn’t answer you, just pointed in the direction of the front door

you were confused but figured it would just be simpler to comply with his unknown idea then to ask questions

aone pushed open the door and the cool air met the exposed areas of your body

you shivered a bit as you watched your boyfriend sit down in front of you, staring up at the night sky

he looked back and patted the spot next to him, signaling for you to join him

as you sat down, aone wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, letting his body heat warm you up

the two of you sat there watching the stars in each other’s company

it was nights like these where you were truly grateful to have someone like aone in your life

•Ushijima•

ushijima was never exactly good at understand emotions or comforting others

so when he woke up to hear you softly sobbing beside him, he didn’t know how to react

his first instinct was to ask your upfront what was wrong but he had been told many times before that he was too blunt and he didn’t want to make things worse for you

so, he lied there trying to figure the best way to approach the situation

that was until he heard you get quieter and quieter, and soon enough your whimpers grew silent

he was confused at first but he figured you just had a nightmare and decided to approach you about it in the morning

after squirming around a bit, trying to get comfortable, he finally settled by your side with his large arm draped around your mid section

he always loved these nights with you, it gave him the opportunity to be in your company without the constant worry of conversation

he knew you didn’t mind his silence but the nagging from his teammates had made him a bit insecure about his quiet nature

so, being able to just lay down and enjoy your presence was definitely a favorite moment for him

he began to drift off into sleep until he heard your quiet cries once more, the sound leaving a pang in his chest

although he was not the best when it came to feelings, he did not want you to go through your issues alone, so he sat up and turned to you,

“Y/N, what is wrong?”

you flinched at the sudden sound of his voice, not realizing you had woke him up,

“Oh, sorry Toshi. I just had a bad dream, that’s all. Don’t worry you can go back to sleep.”

“You had been crying earlier as well. Is there something bothering you?”

you had tried to hid your emotions from your boyfriend for so long, but iit wasn't as if you didn’t trust him or didn’t want to confide in him

you just didn’t want to worry him or make him feel awkward about the whole situation, which is why you had been trying your best to muffle your sobs

but seeming as the whole plan back fired, you had no other choice but to come clean,

“It’s just, I’ve been feeling kind of off lately. I don’t know exactly why but I just feel sad,”

you peered up at ushijima through damp lashes and watch as his brows furrowed at your words

quickly you cut the conversation short, already feeling as if you were bothering him,

“I’ll be okay though so don’t worry, lets lay back down, okay?”

you leaned back to snuggle into the covers when you felt ushijima grab your wrist

“Come with me.”

“Huh?”

he didn’t give you an answer as he hauled you out of bed and towards the bathroom

you sat yourself down on the floor as he kneeled in front of the tub, turning on the water and grabbing some bubble bath from under the counter

you watched as he prepared a bath, humming your favorite song subconsciously as he did so

soon enough he had finished, wiping his hands on his pants and turning towards you,

“Undress please.”

your cheeks flushed at how straight forward he was with his words but you complied none the less

once you had stripped yourself bare, he lightly grabbed your hand and helped you into the tub

he spent his time kneading your body, earning groans of satisfaction from you as he released the tension in your sore muscles

as he massaged some shampoo into your scalp he spoke up,

“I am not good with my words, you know this. But when I am feeling unpleasant, I enjoy relaxing like this. I hope you do as well.”

your heart melted at his statement

he always tried his best in your relationship, even though he was unfamiliar with the concept

“It feels really nice Toshi, I’m definitely feeling a lot better.”

“I’m glad Y/N.”

he paused his actions for a moment as he peered directly into your eyes,

“I love you very much.”

you smiled up at him as you brushed your fingers across his cheek,

“I love you too Toshi.”

•Daichi•

daichi had noticed something was a bit off with you this past week

you seemed quieter and less cheerful then normal

so it wasn’t a huge surprise to him when he woke up to you crying into your pillow

despite his anticipation, it still broke his heart to hear your soft whimpers as you clutched the fabric beneath you

daichi wasn’t one to hesitate when it came to comforting you

whenever you had been down he was always right there, ready to pull you into a tight embrace or place gentle kisses on your forehead

and tonight wasn't any different as he grabbed your shoulder and turned you so he could see your face

his fingers gently swiped across your cheek, collecting the tears that you had shed,

“Y/N, what's the matter?”

when it came to your boyfriend you had always felt this sense of comfort, even when you’d try to hide your emotions or go through things by yourself, he was always right there with you

so when he asked you that question you felt compelled to let him know the truth

“I-I don’t know. I just feel so empty and broken, I don't know what to do. I’m sorry Daichi.”

“Hey, there’s no need to be sorry babe. Life can get the best of us sometimes and I understand that. But remember Y/N, you aren't alone in all this. I'll be right by your side, always.”

you looked up at him and smiled at his words, letting out a soft hiccup as he cupped your face in his hands

“Do you wanna talk about it some more?”

you shook your head slowly

daichi brushed his thumb across your cheek and pulled you close, pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead,

“Alright, do you wanna watch a movie?”

that suggestion received your immediate approval

you two always watched a movie at the end of your rough days, it was the perfect way to spend time with one another and get your minds off anything that had been bothering either one of you

you snugged up to daichi as the light from the laptop illuminated your faces

he wrapped his arms around you and placed a kiss to the top of your head,

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Daichi.”

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ayatosmlktea · 3 years

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best boyfriend series | kirishima

A/N: So there is a list me and the gal pals have compiled of who we think are the best boyfriends in the entire world. I haven’t been in a thirsting mood for so long probably bc im mad ✨depressed✨ so the only thing on my mind is soft boys and how amazing they are. This is the most writing I've done in months but I wrote this for Bri’s birthday a while back and am now sharing them with you bc we could all use some wholesome kiripima

I wrote these as the thoughts came to my mind so...its not really organized ANYWAY enjoy!

- Your sense of humour and easy going personality is what draws him in even if he doesn’t realize it to be love in the beginning

- Even when he’s training with bakugou his eyes are always searching you out, the way you handle your quirk takes his breath away he just thinks you look so badass in combat

- Every time you ask if he wants to study together his heart starts racing so fast it feels like it’s going to burst out of his chest and he has to fight back the blush that burns the back of his neck and ears whenever you giggle

- As you and Mina become closer, you start hanging out more with the bakusquad.

- Kiri finds himself getting increasingly distracted by you, he notices every little thing like the way your eyes shine whenever you smile, the way cover your mouth when you laugh which bothers him because the entire world deserves to see how beautifully radiant you look when you’re happy

- He notices the way your body language changes when you’re tired, how your attitude gets a little grumpier when you’re hungry and through learning all of that Kiri steps in to make you whole

- When you’re tired he passes you his notes to copy after class just giving you a knowing smile and ignoring the way his heart flutters when you stare at him like he’s your knight in shining armour

- He doesn’t like the way that Denki and sero playfully flirt with you, it makes him feel weird although he knows he has no right to be jealous so he ignores it

- During your second year you start dating Shinsou and Kiri can feel his world come to a halt, his heart plummets into this stomach but he puts on a fake smile and tells you that he’s happy for you and he hopes Shinsou treats you right

- You don’t seem to notice the way the light in his eyes is gone, how much more time he puts into training now that you’re busy with your new relationship and as bitter and mad as he wants to be he knows you deserve to be happy, even if it isn’t with him so he pushes his feelings down and acts like he isn’t being punched in the gut every time you kiss shinsou and not him

- Your last night in the dorms before summer vacation Kirishima finds himself being woken up by a quick series of knocks on his door

“Denki I told you already pennywise is not under your be-” he stops mid sentence when he finds you outside of his door, sniffling with red rimmed eyes

- He’s barely awake and processing what’s happening as he opens his door wider so you can come inside before one of the teachers catches you out of bed and on the boys side of the dorms

- He can hear that you’ve been crying and are still trying not to when you apologize for waking him up so late but you didn’t know who else to go to and suddenly his entire body is burning with anger when you tell him that Shinsou broke up with you

- He can’t help but let out a broken laugh, Shinsou never deserved your heart in the first place. If he couldn’t see how dedicated you were to the people you loved, how you cared for your friends and put their needs above yours, how incredibly talented and hardworking and beautiful you were then he was the dumbest man alive

- You’re suddenly quiet and Kiri realizes that he’s said all of that outloud and the overwhelming urge to disappear consumes him. He was sure that you were going to get up and walk out and never speak to him again but you don’t

- Instead you ask if he means what he said so quietly he can barely hear it and despite how hot his cheeks are burning with embarrassment he tells you he does

- He stops you when you lean in to kiss him and his heart hurts when he can see the rejection and embarrassment paint your features but he tells you that it’s not because he doesn’t want to kiss you, because of course he wants to, but he doesn’t want to take advantage of your feelings when you’re going through an emotional time

- You two spend the summer hanging out- just as friends, he wants to give you time to get over Shinsou because the last thing he wants is to be your rebound

- But with every day that goes by he finds it harder not to kiss you, not to hold your hand, not to text you every second of the day, not to tell you that he loves you

- The realization that he loves you doesn’t scare him, but it is the first time he admits to himself and accepts it rather than trying to bury it and so after he walks you home and you turn to go into inside he grabs your wrist and pulls you in for a kiss

- It’s not the most coordinated kiss but it sets every nerve in his body on fire and you’re both clinging onto each other like it’s your only lifeline. You break apart with the biggest smiles on your face and in that moment Kiri knows he’s going to spend the rest of his life with you

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- Well i wasn’t planning to write all that so now let’s get into WHY he’s the best bf

He’s 100% devoted to you, literally you could be in a room full of fkn models and his eyes would be focused on you because he thinks you’re the most beautiful woman to walk the earth

Any other relationship you’ve had in the past does not even come close in comparison to how Kiri treats you

- He would give up his life to make sure you’re happy, seeing you upset breaks his heart because he cannot stand the sight of you crying. It literally tears a whole in his chest

- If it’s within his power to deal with, he will make sure that whoever hurts you does not make the same mistake again. Maybe its a little unethical to use his pro-hero status to strike fear into the heart of creeps who won’t leave you alone at work, or the girls who enjoy gossiping about your relationship behind your back but he does not give a single fuck

- Your happiness comes before his and if you aren’t happy, he’s not happy.

- If he hears people talking about your relationship and making it seem as though you’re only with him for the fame or money he’ll tear them down with the brightest smile on his face not missing a beat

- While he acts all big and scary fighting villains, when he comes home to you at the end of the day he is the most cuddly person you’ve ever known. It doesn’t matter how exhausted he is, he always grabs you in for a hug and doesn’t let you down until he’s satisfied.

- Kiri is really big on skin to skin contact, expect him to constantly be slipping his hands under your shirt and wrapping his arms around you at the most random times

- When you guys are getting ready to sleep he’ll pull you snug against his chest and bury his face in the nape of your neck,

Your scent helps him fall asleep, not in a creepy way but in a ‘you’re safe and here with me so i can close my eyes knowing that everything is okay’ kind of way.

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- In my humble opinion, once kiri catches feelings for you they’ll never fade

- Even if you fight, it only reminds him of everything you two have built together and that you’re worth fighting for

- You hear a lot of your friends complain about how their boyfriends never listen to them, or how they don’t know what they like, you watch them shamelessly flirt with other guys and wonder what it must be like to be in such an unsatisfying relationship

- Kiri knows you better than you know yourself, he’s so in tune with you and your body that you don’t even need to ask him to do anything, he just knows

- He remembers little dates that most boyfriends dont, your first kiss, your first date, the first time he said “i love you” outloud

- He also is the first one to say it and it happens when you’re just hanging out in his room

- He’s known that he’s been in love with you for months but didnt want to say it too soon and have you freak out but after nearly six months in it’s driving him crazy not being able to tell you he loves you

- When he does your eyes glisten with tears and he freaks out thinking that he’s said too soon until you’re crushing him in a hug and tell him that you love him too

- When you’ve had a bad day at work or life is just becoming too stressful for you to deal with he puts everything else on hold to comfort you

- Makes you your favourite meal for dinner, gets your favourite show ready to watch after your shower and massages your feet while you snack on some ice cream for dessert

- Ever since you’d started dating Kiri had a habit of “accidentally” forgetting his hoodies at your place, spraying them with a bit of extra cologne while you were in another room

- He loved it when you wore his clothes, it filled him with a feeling he couldn’t quite describe but it solidified in his mind that you were his

- After almost four years of dating he knows that he can’t spend another second without you being his, forever

- He stays up all night looking at engagement rings but none of them are good enough for you so he does a little more research and finds a place that makes custom rings and has the date the first time he kissed you engraved on the inside of the ring

- He 100% cries the second he sees you walk down the aisle, if he thought you were beautiful before, there’s nothing else that compares to you on your wedding day

- Everything else drowns out around him and the other thing that matters is you, sliding your rings onto each other fingers and sharing your tearful vows and then you’re pronounced husband and wife and his entire being is elated

- He kisses you with a passion and fervour you’ve never felt before, like he’s pouring his soul into the kiss , every promise he’s ever made and will make and all the things he can’t find the right words to say are transmitted

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vaguely-concerned · 3 years

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The Mandalorian Chapter 15 reactions; *nobby nobbs voice* ‘s all gone a bit percychological, sir

- so from both chapter 6 and now this: rick famuyiwa is incredible at portraying prolonged discomfort and tension (and also at getting din’s endless love for that baby across through the stress of being separated from him. this is the very first episode with no baby in it at all, isn’t it? wow that’s a heartbreaking milestone to reach im crying)

I liked this episode SO MUCH but I had to pause it pretty often and take a breather because it all made me so viscerally uncomfortable on din’s behalf -- not just the armour and having to take the helmet off and be seen for the (almost, ilu IG-11) first time in decades, people keep touching him in this episode when he clearly doesn’t want them to but can’t stop it and it makes me want to claw my own skin off in sympathy, it’s so awful. that’s really neat film making to manage to keep that tension steady almost all the way through!!!

honestly this episode felt a little bit like psychological horror, with the cheering storm troopers and din in the wrong armour and clearly not digging it and there’s the palpable absence of baby and that ever present dread of being Perceived when you’re not ready for it; everything’s turned upside down from how it should be. and it’s playing with that discomfort both in the main character and in us, the audience, in having the familiar be made unfamiliar and also introducing these questions that shake up everything (that feeling you get of ‘but... if it’s not the helmet, and not the armour, but there’s his face, but we’ve only seen that face once before so it’s still basically new to us, is this... is this still him. is this still Dad’ (oooh I wonder if we’re... sort of getting some of the ??? the baby would be feeling about it too?) we’ve all imprinted on that t-shaped visor like little baby birds, and this was a very clever episode to break us out of that and start to really get used to the thought of him having several faces that are real simultaneously, in a way, and not just a voice. it’s all very smart and interesting and I’m sure I’ll have a lot of incoherent thoughts about this in the weeks to come lol)

- the actual reason din can’t take off the helmet is that if people were able to see his wide confused puppy eyes they would no longer find it in themselves to send him on long arduous side missions and would help him immediately just so he’d feel better, and that would rob us of like 80% of the content for this show

mayfeld in this episode: clearly a casualty of this. he literally sees one glimpse of the vulnerability there and then within five seconds goes on to materialize a few redeeming character traits after being a complete jackass for an episode and a half. (I mean. he was 100% still an imperial so I’m a bit ‘hm.’ about how easily especially cara let him off the hook, but with the way it was set up I guess it would have been quite shitty of them to just throw him back in prison so I mean I GUESS. I would be endlessly grateful someone got my awkward bff out of there alive and well too I suppose)

- I actually think din’s sense/integrity of self has gotten so much stronger and more resilient (though probably still quite fragile pls handle with care precious cargo within); if this had happened in the first season I think it might honestly just have killed him (and if it weren’t for IG-11 it probably would have lol)

- can you beLIEVE din is so bad at lying that they literally should plan for contingencies over it fjkasdlhfskajdhfsdj

- very grateful for the scene with the spear throw that’s basically there to reassure us ‘uh-huh, he absolutely knows how to use it, don’t worry about that part at least’

I want to make a whole post about that fight scene, though, it’s just so GOOD! there’s so much storytelling and characterization in it! even out of the armour din has some real hand to hand MOVES!! he clearly came out of that aching all over, he can barely get back in his seat!!!

- so what I’m mainly taking away from this is that din absolutely cuts his own hair and you know what? he does a good job considering the conditions he has to work under, I love him

I still find it so goddamn darling that he meticulously maintains that little mustache/stubble combo under there even when there’s every reason to believe no one will ever see it

I suppose we can also gather that he did not ask cobb about whatever insane feat of magic he’s come up with to avoid helmet hair, but I don’t care looking a bit frazzled and tousled is exactly right for him (he’s so put together when he’s in the armour and a MESS when he’s out of it and I l o v e it)

- boba fett is honestly so fucking hot in this I don’t know what to do with myself haha. he’s so CALM and CALCULATED and COLLECTED in his newly painted armour and he’s GOT THIS and he made that ‘I’ve got one of those faces. one of jango’s many, many, many faces’ joke and he’s so thicc now, he looks like he could easily lift me over his head with one hand and he’s just quietly steady and undramatically supportive and sdalfhsdjhfsa

- ...din does know who the clone troopers were, right. I mean of course he does. he has to. but does he though. I’m sure he does and just wasn’t thinking.

- no matter how stressful it was I’m still really grateful that in the end taking the helmet off was something din got to do himself -- it’s under some duress, but it’s still his choice and for the sake of the baby, and almost in two more manageable steps between putting on the storm trooper gear for a different helmet before taking it off altogether. it’s not something done to him by gideon, for example, that would be. so much yuckier and worse. he still has that control and agency intact, even if it’s been tested really hard, and now gideon doing that doesn’t hold the exact same nightmarish power anymore because there’s already a little space opened in din’s mind for different things it can mean, if you see what I mean. I’m not sure I see what I mean actually I just have a lot of feelings haha. so I guess thank you mayfeld for being decent about it and helping him towards that realization that he can still be himself outside these really really inflexible structures he’s set up around himself for like. stability and keeping himself upright for a really long time, and that even someone halfway decent won’t disrespect the boundaries he still has about it at any given moment. man there’s a lot in this episode isn’t there

- the sigh din gave when he saw even more pirates coming and knew he had to get back up... never has a single moment in cinema better captured how I feel about being alive. most relatable man in the world din djarin

- it was really cruel of them to make me listen to din’s dead bleak voice say ‘the child is gone’ again, it wrecks my heart every goddamn time

- again... I wish carano wasn’t Like That in real life because the cara & fennec scenes should have been everything I could ever dream. ah well fennec was still wonderful and if I just allow myself to think in-universe for a few seconds it was really touching that din would entrust cara with his entire armour, that’s some prime BrOTP energy right there

I love that we got two female characters who were just allies and working together, no competition or nothin’. listen the bar is low but it’s nice to see something actually leap gracefully over it as well lol

- this was one of those with some pretty big open plot holes (why, exactly, would a scan of a completely unknown face be helpful to get into this classified system lol), but a) I don’t care, the emotional storyline was so sound it doesn’t really matter and b) eh handwave handwave let’s say mayfeld programmed that little stick with the good shit and overrode the code saying there needed to be an identity match within the system, it’s all fine

- I know I joke a lot about this but din really is one of the most relatable characters I’ve ever had. just watching him struggle with eye contact and going pretty much nonverbal under enough stress is like. wow a bit close to home there could we, perhaps, nOT?? (honestly though these are trauma/anxiety things I really don’t see portrayed a lot, especially in protagonists, it’s so odd but healing to see it in a character I love and who’s EXTREMELY competent in many other settings)

- din repeating gideon’s speech back to him word for word (except for the crucial detail that he calls grogu ‘him’ instead of ‘it’ 😭😭😭) and saying nothing else is truly Everything. I’ve said some stuff about din’s deliberate and thoughtful relationship to language in the past and this is such an amazing example of it; he’s remembered that pitch perfect all this time, he’s kept it around in his head and mulled it over and then redeployed it to change the meaning of it completely from dehumanization to love. can you. can you even imagine. and it’s yet another example of his hilarious wonderful petty streak and I can never get enough of it fasjhdfkjalhs

- din always noticing the children first and foremost Y_______Y (the kids running by is the only thing you see him sort of acknowledge when he’s walking into the covert in season 1 too)

- please... please I just need him to be able to hold that baby against his chest all safe and sound and okay again I can’t it’s........ hh

NO SEASON END CLIFF HANGER ON THIS I AM B E G G I N G YOU

- I would be having some thoughts about how much space there actually is on slave 1 and what that might mean (do not kill boba again please don’t kill him again), but honestly there’s only ‘GET BABY’ hours in here now, I can’t speculate about anything

#star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian meta #this is an episode in the 'wow that was awesome but I need to go lie down in a quiet room for a while afterwards' tradition lol

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myblueeyedbuggers · 3 years

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My Boys

Chapter 10

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count:1843

Warnings: Slow Start, Language.

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

Annnddd I’m back! so I know it’s been a while since the last update and I just wanna thank you all for having patience with me while I finished up with college, just a warning this chapter may feel a little awkward to read due to me just getting back into my writing mind so apologises in advance for this one. Anyways I’ll quit blabbering, Enjoy everyone! :)

This was my day of reckoning, my punishment for all the bad deeds I’d done over the past couple of years…I was finally being sent to school. Okay maybe that was a tad dramatic, but can you blame me? I mean who wants to be trapped in a building against their will for 7 hours straight learning about dead guys?! No sane person would willingly agree to that crap!

I’ve tried just about everything to avoid my approaching doom, hell I even went as far as hiding in the basement surrounded by cobwebs to try and get out of this, but as per usual neither Steve or Bucky took mercy on me, hence why in currently trapped between the two. “You are aware I’m perfectly capable of walkin’ by myself aren’t ya? The looping of the arms is not needed boys” I swear down these two are being more annoying than usual, and I didn’t think that was humanly possible cause these two are basically the living embodiment of annoyance. Steve turned and raised his eyebrows at me, shaking his head as he let out a small laugh, “Yeah there’s absolutely no way I’m fallin’ for that again, last time that happened it look me and Buck an hour to get you outta that tree”. Ah crap there goes that plan.

I’m pretty sure the noise I made wasn’t even human, it was a mix between a seal and a possessed monkey “I’m not gonna get outta this am I?” “Nope” and que another frustrated groan. “Is this payback for the time I placed that bucket of flour above your bedroom door and watched the both of you turn into ghosts? If it is then I want you to know I regret nothin’” both of them stopped and glared at me, for some reason they didn’t find that as funny as I did, and I have no idea why. Okay whatever you do y/n don’t laugh, even if Steve’s face looks like a slapped arse don’t laugh! A snicker slipped past my lips and a few seconds later I was full on laughin’. Goddamn it.

Both of em just let out a bunch of sighs and started draggin’ my butt along the street, wait there’s somethin’ I haven’t tried yet…in hindsight this is completely stupid but screw it. “OH MY GOD LOOK A SPACESHIP!” I’m pretty sure poor Bucky jumped outta his skin, Steve ended up trippin’ up and falling down, I’ll admit that I felt bad about but hey may plan worked! So why am I still standin’ there?… maybe we try this thing called running y/n! I quickly pulled my arm away from Bucky and used my new-found freedom to run in the opposite direction of them, I could hear the shouts of protest from the both of them, so I decided to kindly ignore them and absolutely leg it. “GODAMMN IT Y/N! THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME THIS MORNIN’!” when were the boys gonna catch on that I didn’t wanna go? Do I need to prepare a firework show and blast it in their faces or somethin’…probably.

I know I probably shouldn’t be smiling, but the feeling of the wind flowing through my hair as my feet hit the ground made me feel free, after so many years I could finally begin acting my age and enjoy my childhood. I finally felt content with my life, which is probably the opposite of what I should be feeling at this moment in time, considering I was currently making my grand escape. And to completely honest I’ve got no bloody clue as to where I am. I glanced behind me to see where the hell those idiots were, to my surprise Steve was directly behind me, Buck was somewhere in the back holdin’ his knee and I’m guessing the daft sod decked it. Why am I not surprised? Okay maybe I should of kept my mouth shut cause literally a second later my foot tripped over a rock and, you guessed correctly, I landed on my ass for the thousandth time!

“Sh*t! Cr*p! B*lls! That f**king hurt!” and that ladies and gentlemen is my fine command of the queens English, a groan of pain made me loose my train of thought as I turned my head to Steve, to put it simply he was laid flat on his back with his eye closed. Well there’s the rush of guilt I’ve been waiting for, “Sh*t Steve I’m sorry, you okay down there tough guy?” I quickly offered him my hand to help him up, I mean it’s the least I could do. Steve’s hand grabbed mine, a not so quiet grunt of pain made me feel even worse, quick question why am I such an assh*le at times? “Yeah, I’m fine y/n, don’t worry about it you know for a fact I’ve had worse” a quiet sigh left my lips as I brought him in for a hug, which was a tiny bit awkward due to the height difference. Once we pulled away from each other, I couldn’t supress the need to check him for anymore injuries, much to Steve’s embarrassment and Bucky’s amusement, “Jesus I’m gonna have to start wrapping ya up in blankets and pillows, Steve how the hell did you manage to get a bruise on your ear?!”

The sudden gasp behind me pretty much answered the question for me, it’s safe to say barney boy is in trouble…for the first in my life Bucky looks pretty f**king terrified of me, perfect. Slowly I started inching towards him, the glare I was sending him would probably make a demon cry for his mum…so yeah imma go kill the boy. I didn’t even have to say anything, he just started runnin’, “IT’S NOT MY FAULT HE STOLE MY FR**KING PUDDIN’ AND THE PUNK KNOWS I LOVE MY PUDDIN!’” YEP DEFINITELY KILLIN’ HIM “HE IS A SMALL AND GENTLE BOY HOW IN THE NAME OF HELL CAN YOU EVEN THINK OF LAYIN’ A HAND ON ‘IM?!” god this sounds like a bleeding soap opera.

At this point I wouldn’t be surprised of someone called the cops on us, all everyone woulda seen was a big lad runnin’ for his life as a small lass tried to murder him while a smaller lad ran after the pair yellin’ for em to quit it. Now that I think about, that’s actually hilarious. Wait, where was I? ah yes the murdering of one James Barnes…okay that is not a normal sentence I am aware. “HE.STOLE.MY.PUDDIN’! THAT A CRIME WORTHY OF DEATH!” oh for f**ksake “HOW THE HELL DO YA KNOW IT WAS HIM?! DID YOU NOT THINK IT COULDA BE BECCA?!” I think he made a sudden realisation, cause the dumbass stopped running and BOOM I was on the freakin’ floor. Again. We both groaned, mine was mostly in annoyance more than anything, but seriously the bloody floor is quickly becoming me best mate! “…. It just dawned on me that that could be a possibility…” if my neck twisted any quicker I’m 100% sure that I’d end up doin’ that weird owl thing “Oh now you realise?! Ya gonna say sorry to Steve or not?” a few seconds of silence gave me my answer. “Don’t give me that look y/n! I ain’t doing s**t till I’ve got some evidence so he’s still under my list of suspects!” oh my Jesus Christ this is gonna be the day I get arrested for murder isn’t it?

“Barnaby…you have exactly five seconds to run for your life so I highly recommend you get your affairs in order and kiss ya ass goodbye” oh hey look at that I didn’t yell at him! Well done me I’m so proud! “could you two quit trying to kill each other for 5 minutes?! We’re already late enough as is it and I ain’t explainin’ to the teacher why Buck’s outta it on the floor!” my f**kin god Steve just yelled! At me! why do I never have a camera when this s**t happens? “Jeez, alright I’ll murder him later, calm your damn t*ts Rogers” and cue the sound of barely contained frustration in 3,2,1….

“I’m beginning to get the feelin’ that you don’t like me y/n” oh really? I wonder what gave that away “wow you catch on quickly don’t ya Barnaby?” by the looks of things I’m really doing wonders for his ego, buck’s head looks like it’s gotten smaller so the risk of him turning into a hot air balloon’s gone down. The feeling of a pair of eyes glaring at the back of my head once again reminded me that the blonde boy was quickly getting tired of our crap, my worst fears were confirmed once I met Steve’s surprisingly intimidating glare…how he manages to be both adorable and beyond f**king terrifying is a mystery to me. “Okay I’m comin’ just stop staring at me like I just murdered your kitten!” and the little s**t has the nerve to smirk and look pleased with himself, ugh he’s been hanging ‘round me and Bucky too long that’s for sure.

“Ya know Buck and you are gonna be the death of me” right do I be offended or pleased with that statement? “actually, if anything it’s gonna be the pair of you that send me to an early grave cause god knows the both of ya don’t know how to stay outta trouble” two muffled sounds of protest came from my left and from behind me, “what’s that supposed to mean?!” once again the point has been missed “do you really wanna know the answer to that? I’ve got my report and presentation ready on how you two are a pair of numpties”.

Maybe that was a tad harsh…okay wait never mind it seems I’ve learned how to fly again with the assistance of one James Buchannan Barnes. “this is coming from the girl who can’t walk five feet without fallin’ over somethin’?” as much as I hate to admit it the walking embodiment of frustration and annoyance has a point “what you call fallin’ I call floor hugs, now how about you pUT ME DOWN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!” wait when did Steve walk off? See this is what happens when an overgrown ape demands attention. I don’t even have to look at Buck to know he’s givin’ me that look that says, “what the hell?” and “I’m not surprised by this” at the same time, “Nah I don’t think that’s gonna happen doll” the temptation to kick ‘im where the sun doesn’t shine is too much to bare for me at this point. “And you wonder why I love Steve more that you” Buck’s face kinda looked like someone just shoved a whole lemon in his mouth, I’m almost certain that he woulda dropped me on my ass if it wasn’t for the fact that Steve came over and dragged us both through the gates of hell.

This is gonna be so much fun!……said no-one ever.

Okay…maybe it didn’t suck as much a thought it did, hopefully my skills as a writer will come back for the next couple of chapters XD Thanks for reading ! :)

Rose xxx

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ateezmakemeweep · 4 years

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tree swing.

mingi x reader; enemies to lovers au

word count: 10k

angst, fluff, smut

age 7:

the first time you met mingi, you both ended up with bloody noses and you had only known each other for fifteen minutes. a moving van was backed into the driveway of your new home, boxes of furniture being transported while you snuck away from your duties and opened the white gate to the backyard.

it was beautiful and spacious, a lot bigger than your old backyard with a multitude of trees and flowers and shrubbery. one swing hung from a branch, just a small piece of wood being held up by rope and you eyed it warily before sucking it up and taking a seat.

you barely moved your feet as you sat there, observing the back of the house and noting one of the rooms had a balcony attached to it. while you swung lightly, you secretly hoped your parents would allow you to have that room. you loved the idea of being able to read out there during the day or watch the stars at night.

you hadn’t even wanted to move in the first place. you loved your old school and you loved your old house. you were a part of a group of best friends you’d known since you were five who had all recently decided to join a dance team together. you were so excited to start doing it with them, all of you practicing in the same light purple room you had grown up in since you were a baby.

but then your parents broke the news to you that you’d be moving in the middle of the summer and you don’t think you’ve ever cried so much in your life.

“it’s not fair!” you screamed at them through your tears and it hurt them to see you so sad. you begged and pleaded and cried some more even though you knew your efforts were a waste.

the clattering of your gate opening rips you from your memories, head snapping toward it as a tall boy, probably around your age, stomps toward you. his arms were folded and he had a sour expression on his face, planting himself right in front of you and staring down at you.

“uh hi…” you said, although it sounded a lot more like a question. “who are you?”

you didn’t like the look on his face. he looked grouchy and ready to beat you up.

“i live next-door,” he stated matter of factly, his tone bratty like you should’ve already known that information about him, “and who are you?”

you give him a suspicious look, unsure as to why he’s being so hostile to you and asking who you are in your own backyard. “i live here now,” you grumble, just as displeased as he appears to be about it.

he scoffs and rolls his eyes, almost as if you’d said the wrong thing, observing your face before the rest of your small body. “do you at least have a brother?” he spats and you look at him confused.

“what?”

“i said do you at least have a brother!” he repeats, voice raising and you feel your eyebrows shoot up to your forehead.

“why are you yelling at me, i don’t even know you, you weirdo.”

“because you made my best friend leave! this used to be his house and now you and your stupid family are here and he’s gone!”

you feel anger flood through your body at this dumb boy. he doesn’t know you or your family and you’re not stupid.

“we’re not stupid,” you spat right back, “if anything, you are for thinking i forced your friend out. maybe he left because he had to live next to you.

“no!” the boy says.

“i think so,” you say, forcing your head towards him to stick your tongue out. due to your movement and, as if you were being punished for your immaturity, the swing wobbles underneath you and a little screech leaves the back of your throat. you quickly grab onto the rope, knuckles white from your tight grasp and you hear mingi let out a snort in front of you.

“you’re such a baby,” he says, “what, are you scared of that swing? hongjoong’s dad put it up himself and he wasn’t scared.”

“i’m not scared, it just surprised me,” you spit back at him, silently cursing whoever hongjoong’s dad is for putting up such a scary and poorly built swing.

“yeah, right, you’re scared.”

“no i’m not! shut up!”

“oh yeah?” he teases back, “if you’re not scared, then why weren’t you swinging higher when i came back here?”

you squint your eyes at him, cold fear flooding through you because maybe this boy isn’t as dumb as he looks.

“because i didn’t feel like it,” you tell him, attitude in your voice even though you know your argument is weak.

a devilish look crosses the boy’s face, his lips turning from a scowl to a smile for the first time as he quickly walks behind you.

“what are you doi-“

you’re about to jump off, not trusting him back there before you feel him grip the wooden seat and pull it back.

“it’s okay, i can just push you since you’re so lazy!” he tells you, dropping the swing from his hold.

you start screeching in fear as you get flung into the air. the seat and ropes wobble slightly as he pushes you fastly, your body getting farther and farther away from the ground.

“stop it!”

“but why?” his teasing voice says from behind you, “you’re not scared, right?”

you can’t answer as another scream tears through you, your palms red and chafed from holding the ropes so tight.

“isn’t this fun!” he says gleefully, a laugh that sounds evil to your ears ringing through the yard.

“stop! i’m gonna fall!” you scream, the wood wobbling even more underneath your right butt check.

“no you’re not, you big baby!”

“yes i am, you idiot!”

the swing is too high for him to reach the seat, his hand now on your back as he continues to push you even higher. he’s still gleefully laughing, watching how high you are now and is genuinely not believing you’re in any danger at all. him and hongjoong used to do this all the time, swinging and pushing each other for hours and nothing bad had ever-

“ah, stop stop stop! im going to-“

and before he can even comprehend what’s going on, you fall off the swing.

or fly off rather.

because you soar what seems like 100 feet in the air (probably only really 5 or 6), screaming and on the verge of tears the entire time.

you knew this was gonna happen, you just knew it the second that big idiot started pushing you, so you braced yourself, attempting to position your legs so your feet could land on the ground; but the second they touch the floor, your ankles buckle and you tumble in the grass before you smack your face on the side of the gardening box.

you scream out in pain, holding your hand over you bloody nose as you cry because that really really hurt and you told him to stop pushing you.

you faintly hear footsteps running toward you before a hand pulls you on to your back. the boy is looking down at you in shock, his mouth gaping open and his eyes full of fear. probably fear that you’re gonna tell on him and not fear for your well-being.

“are you- that-oh my god,-i…that never happened before with hongjoong,” are the words that finally tumble out of his mouth and the anger burning in your chest and the need to scream at him outweighs the pounding pain in your face.

“i told you to stop!” you screeched, putting your hand on his chest to push him back onto his butt so you can sit up, “why wouldn’t you stop! i told you i was gonna fall off!”

“i didn’t think you were serious! me and hongjoong did it all the time and we never fell off.”

you shoot him a dirty look, glaring at him as you switch hands because your current one is covered in blood. he watches you warily, feeling queasy from the red liquid and wants more than anything to jump up and away from you. but he already knows he’s gonna be in so much trouble and leaving you would only make it worse.

“you’re so dumb,” you sneer at him, your voice nasally as you plug your nose, “it hurts so bad!”

“you’re just a baby,” he says defensively even though he knows how much that’s probably hurting right now. but instead, because there’s a burning anger in him at you calling him dumb again, he decides to say:

“maybe you should eat less or something. then you wouldn’t have broken the swing.”

and that’s when you really lose it and see red.

you rip your hand away from your face and tackle the boy, beating his chest and neck and arms with your tiny little fists and now it’s his turn to scream.

“get-get off me!”

you’re able to get a few good hits in before he uses his size against you and pushes you onto your back, both his hands holding your wrists down so you don’t smack him again. he sees the anger burning in your eyes and it scares him more than your lousy attempt at physically harming him.

“you’re crazy!”

“and you’re a bully!”

he peers down at you skeptically, looking at your bloody face and maybe feeling a twinge of regret and sympathy for you. because you really did go flying high. and you did tell him to stop.

“i didn’t think that would happen! i’m-“

before he can get his words out, because you really don’t care what they are, you lift your neck up and headbutt him. he makes a loud, pained groan when your head cracks against his and he falls onto his back. he feels liquid ooze out of his nose as you stand over him, your own blood now dripping down your lips and chin.

you’re about to spit some nasty comment at him about how does that feel when the four adults finally come rushing out from of backdoor, seeing mingi on the floor and you looming over him both of you with blood oozing out of your noses.

“y/n! what on earth happened!” your mom squeals, rushing over to check your face before helping mingi up.

“she’s crazy!” he screams, backing away from you as he rubs his nose with the sleeve of his shirt, “she headbutt me!”

“he started it!” you scream back, pointing at him, “he pushed me too high on the swing and i fell off!” you explain, both of you staring at one another with hatred and fury in your eyes. the four parents eyes move to the tree swing where the wood plank is hanging off from one side.

“mingi!”” you hear a woman scold, rushing over to him and smacking him on the side of the head, “i always told you and hongjoong that swing was dangerous!”

“she’s just a baby, mom! nothing ever happened when me and him did that!” the boy whines to his mom.

“until now!” you scream at him, the pain in your face causing you to get more and more agitated, “i told you to stop and you didn’t!”

“this wouldn’t have happened if you just didn’t move here in the first place!” he screams back and the two moms grab you both, separating you by a good few feet. they both scold you, telling you to apologize and stop screaming but neither of you are having it.

“i’m not saying sorry to that idiot!” you tell your mom as stomp your foot.

“no! she’s crazy and mean and i wish she never moved here!” mingi screams dramatically, giving you one more nasty look before running out of your backyard.

his parents apologize to you, insisting he’ll be over later to formally say sorry before they say goodbye to your parents and follow after their son.

your dad walks over with wipes and tissues and together, your parents clean your face as they ask you for the full story. and that’s when you cry and break down about how much you hate it here already. how badly you despise him and how much your face hurts because he’s so stupid and doesn’t know how to listen.

and so, out of an act of sympathy, after explaining to you that you can’t go around head-butting any more people, you parents give you the room with a balcony.

age 11:

the animosity between you and mingi was only something that grew worse over time. because not only did you have to see each other at home but you also had to see each other at school as well. and when his elusive friend hongjoong moved back to school last year, his obnoxious friend group rose to a whopping total of eight.

you hated each and every one of them but he was by far the worst. because if he wasn’t stealing your pencils or hiding your backpack, he was pulling your hair and spreading rumors that you still wet the bed.

(but of course, you weren’t entirely innocent either. because you did blurt out that he farted in front of the whole class when a foul smell came in from the hallway).

your teachers and friends and parents have long given up on trying to have you two make amends, simply keeping you separate at all times in the classroom or at conjoined sunday dinners.

but the lunchroom and playground is really when you two would go at it.

because whether it was with tag or kickball or basketball, you two were always at each other throats. and it was a considered a good, peaceful day if one of you didn’t steal something from each other’s lunch box.

today, however, wasn’t that kind of day.

because the second you unlatched your yellow lunchbox and took out your caprisun, a long lanky arm reached from behind you and snatched it right out of your hand.

“fruit punch today!” he said, punching your arm lightly as he said the word, “my favorite!”

he scurried away from you quickly, knowing you were gonna be behind him any minute chasing after him.

you let out an exasperated sigh, not in the mood to deal with him because you’ve been having so much pain in your stomach lately and he’s the last person you want to see; but regardless, you jump out of your seat and stomp after him because fruit punch is also your favorite.

“can you stop being annoying for once in your life,” you say from behind him, pushing him even though he doesn’t budge.

he turns around and looks down at you and it makes you angry because he will not stop growing. he’s always towered over you, using it to your advantage during every physical altercation between you two (so at least once a day) but now it’s just getting out of control.

“can you stop being annoying for once in your life,” he mimics back annoyingly, holding the pouch up over his head and giving you a smug look.

“a shame your body keeps growing even though your brain hasn’t started,” you snap at him before pinching the side of his stomach, “now give it back!”

“i don’t think so,” he says coyly, shaking his head from side to side, “that was mean of you.”

“it’s nothing but the truth,” you say to him while jumping up, attempting to reach for it.

his friends watch the encounter from their seats and giggle into one another before mingi throws the drink to an awaiting wooyoung from across the room.

“no!” you say to him, smacking his arm before scurrying over to the table. but as you approach wooyoung, he shoots you a big smile before throwing it back to mingi, making you the very pissed off monkey in the middle.

you stomp back over to mingi who throws it back to wooyoung and you kick him in the shin. he lets out an “ouch!” bending over to rub it and now he’s at your eye level. he sees that familiar fire in your eyes and smirks because it’s just too easy.

“what happened, y/n?” he asks, “you look angry at me.”

you squint your eyes at him, balling your fists and pretending to punch him in the cheek. he flinches and flails upward causing you to scoff at him and roll your eyes.

“always such a baby,” you say to him, the venom in your tone causing him to smile sweetly.

“i’m the baby when you’re fighting me for your juice box,” he says, shaking his head at you.

“because it’s mine!” you squeal and would absolutely have stomped your foot if you were 7 years old again, “and it’s fruit punch! so shut up and give it back to me!”

“wooyoung has it now, go get it from him.”

“he’s not gonna give it to me!”

“oh c’mon, just go ask like a big girl,” he says to you, a fake sweet tone as he strokes your hair with his hand.

“don’t touch me,” you snap, moving your head away from him and side-eyeing him before regretfully going over to wooyoung.

“wooyoung, can you just-“ you begin to say as you walk over to him but he shakes his head, the giant smile still on his face before he throws to mingi and you hear that stupid laugh.

you groan at wooyoung, balling both your fists at him as if you’re gonna punch him before spinning around to see mingi stick the yellow straw through the caprisun and sip it happily.

you put your hand to your head as stress and anger and annoyance and all the usual feelings you associate with mingi flare through your body.

it’s like he lives to harass and bully and pick on you.

you stomp past him, shoving him even though his body doesn’t budge again as you grumble “you’re so dumb,” at him and he just laughs, watching you sit defeatedly at your table.

“he’s such a big dumb idiot, i swear,” you rant to your friend sitting across from you.

“do you want my drink?” she offers kindly and you smile at her, shaking your head but thanking her.

“he really is so tall,” your other friend chimes in, “and like…kind of cute?”

your neck snaps up, your fast twisted in disgust. “are you blind!”

“oh, my gosh thank god you said something,” the friend across from you says, “i thought the same thing.”

“right!” she screeches back, “his face is cute too and he’s so-“

“are you two out of your minds!” you interrupt with a squeal, “you know and see what he puts me through everyday!”

“okay yeah but that’s just how you guys are,” your friend says offhandedly.

“exactly! just a mingi and y/n thing,” the other girl says as if she just said something as obvious as 2+2.

“oh, my god, i can’t believe you two right now,” you grumble as you open your sandwich, keeping it low because now you’re on edge that another thing will be stolen.

the two girls giggle, looking at each other knowingly before an empty caprisun is dropped on the table between all of you.

you turn around, cheeks full of bread and cheese and you roll your eyes as you see mingi’s retreating back, his neck twisting to throw a smirk at you.

“he’s the worst, don’t ever say those things again!” you whine after swallowing your food and your friends just innocently shrug causing you to scoff and finish eating as they laugh at your distress.

the lunch monitor blows her whistle 15 minutes later, indicating for everyone to throw out their garbage and head outside for recess. you and your friends scurry up and out, rushing to get one of the six kickballs that’s left outside on a first come first served basis.

you’re able to snag one up and you three run happily to the field, waiting for others to join you and your smile drops when you see mingi and his clan approaching.

“not you, again,” you whine but the boy just waves his fingers at you as the rest of the boys play rock paper scissors to decide who’s on the girl team.

it was a known thing that you and mingi couldnt’t be one the same team, an activity in gym class gone horribly wrong that traumatized a veteren teacher and set up an unspoken rule to eveyone to never allow you two to work together ever again.

“we’re due for a rematch,” he tells you, “no cheating this time, little one.”

your eyes squint at the nickname before some of the boys come over and you’re happy to see wooyoung is not one of them.

“we didn’t cheat you sore loser,” you snap at him and his head shakes as he rolls his eyes.

“whatever liar, let’s go!”

you’re surprised when the game is actually going well, a friendly competitive energy between all of you and you’re even more shocked to be finding the boys funny as they goofily run and yell at each other. san trips on his shoelace causing the sandy dust to get all over the pants jongho let him borrow; the boy nearly forfeits the game just so he can properly beat up his own teammate.

as you’re standing on first base, mingi only a few feet away desperately awaiting to get you out, you hear a gasp followed by a high-pitched voice from behind you.

you recognize it as a girl in your grade who’s notorious for being a real bully, mean and catty and obnoxious to her friends and even the teachers. you’ve never outright had a problem with her, you’re not even sure you’ve ever spoken a word to her so you don’t understand why she decided to publically announce:

“y/n, there’s blood on your pants, oh my god! y/n got her period!” she nearly screams, everyone around you guys stopping and turning to look at you. you quickly turn around so your back is away from her, arms folding behind you and covering your butt instinctively.

“what are you talking about?” you ask her because you don’t know why she would say that.

“there’s blood on your pants,” she says to you, amusement in her tone, “ew, i can’t believe you just got your period!”

you obviously knew what a period was, your whole class had just taken a health class in the beginning of the year to learn about periods and sex and puberty. but your teacher said most girls get it at age 12 or 13 and you’re stil only 11 so she must lying. and why is she saying ew anyway? it’s not like she won’t get hers either.

“i don’t think so!” you say, trying not to let your voice waver because either way, this is so embarrassing, “i slid on the floor before, it’s probably just dirt.”

you try to crane your neck back to check but you can’t see, feeling nervousness and anxiety flood through you. why would anyone do this to someone?

you feel a presence behind you and you turn your head again to see your friend staring at you with sympathy, kind eyes and a soft voice when she says quietly, “i-i think it is blood.”

you swallow the lump in your throat and mingi watches your eyes promptly fill with tears and the feeling that rips through him is something he’s never experienced before. you and his friends and his parents and his teachers have made him angry more times than he can count but this felt…different.

it was like this deep need to protect you and shield you away from everyone staring at you, some people looking on with sympathy or confusion while others were outright laughing and pointing. he doesn’t even realize he’s up in this girl’s face until he sees her wide eyes staring back at him in fear.

“what is wrong with you,” he says and he doesn’t recognize his own voice. it’s so low and quiet and almost…threatening. “get away now,” he growls and the girl just smirks, running her mouth so she doesn’t have to face the fact that she is kind of scared right now.

“why? i wanna see the show. this is funny”

“there’s no show and nothing’s funny,” mingi growls, inching forward again and this time his sole purpose is too intimidate her. he’d never really hit a girl to harm her but the evilness behind her actions kind of has him wishing he could. “i’m warning you, go,” he says through his teeth.

the terror in her eyes grows and she huffs out a “whatever” before turning and sauntering away.

he sees three other girls peeking over at you nosily and stares them down, harshly mumbling “get lost” before they too go off in another direction.

you see mingi making his way over and you’re too dazed and upset to see the anger in his eyes. you don’t know if you’re about to sprint away or cry or yell at him because you don’t need him making fun of you right now. you’re already humiliated and embarrassed and never wanna go to school again and-

mingi’s figure appears right in front of you and you swallow down the lump in your throat, cheeks red and eyes teary and you open your mouth to tell him to just go away when he starts to unzip his sweatshirt speedily. a confused expression covers your face as he takes it off and holds it in both hands before he wraps his arms around your waist. you fall stiff as he ties the sweatshirt arms together, securing it around you to successfully cover the stain.

you look up to meet his gaze and you’ve never seen his eyes look like this before, gentle and kind and soft and you don’t think you would know what to do or say even if you were in the right head space.

you sniffle and rub at a stupid tiny, stray tear running down your face and a tiny pout forms on his mouth when he notices it. he stares down at you for a few more seconds, something in his heart shifting and hurting for you and he hears a voice in his head screaming at him not to leave you.

you watch as his eyes roam over your face and you don’t know why you find yourself not being able to look away, the intensity of the moment something you’re both still too young to understand.

the quietest whisper of “it’s okay,” falls from his lips, looking from your eyes to your quivering lip back to your eyes until he abruptly turns and walks away.

you find yourself questioning if he even actually said anything now because his voice was so…soft and low. so different than his normal voice.

“bring her to the nurse,” mingi tells your friend before rallying up the boys to set up new teams for kickball.

you go to the nurse in a daze and she calls your mom to come pick you up. she buys you pizza and ice cream before bringing you home and you spend some time in your room, aimlessly watching tv and trying not to think about the sweatshirt that’s currently hanging on your desk chair.

you go over and run your hands over the soft fabric, your mind running back to how different mingi was and, despite yourself, you feel yourself smiling.

because maybe he isn’t too bad after all.

he’s not cute. no, not at all. you don’t think he’s cute.

but at least, you think, he could be kind of nice.

you knock on his door four hours later, sweatshirt in hand and a flush on your cheeks because you’re not sure if he’s gonna maybe say something now. make fun of you for bleeding through your pants or look at the sweatshirt in disgust or throw it in your face that you cried at school.

but he just simply opens the door and smiles a little when he sees you, taking the sweatshirt from you silently as you play with your hands nervously.

there’s a few seconds of awkward silenced until you blurt out, “tha-thank you,” and you wanna cringe when you hear yourself stutter, “you didn’t have to do that and it’s uh- i...i’m-“

“do you want an oreo?” he suddenly asks and you just notice now that he has three of them stacked on top of one another in his free hand.

you look at him skeptically, turning your head to the side and eyeing the cookies in his hands.

“uh okay…” you say because they do look pretty good.

“well, too bad,” he tells you before slamming the door in your face and you look at the yellow paint in shock.

it takes you a few seconds to register what he just did, your fist then banging on his door because you still see his figure lingering through the glass. “hey! you can’t just offer one and then not give me it!”

he cracks open the door, just enough for the upper half of his face to be visible and you see that usual playful, annoying glint back in his eyes.

“i can and i just did,” he says matter of factly, taking a bite of the cookie before slamming the door in your face again and this time, you see him walk off.

you huff and stomp down the stairs, taking back your thoughts from earlier that maybe he was becoming a nice boy.

age 16:

"this is all your fucking fault!" you whisper to mingi from your chair, staring at him with the dirtiest look you can muster.

"my fault? how is this my fault?" he says back through clenched teeth, "you're the idiot who doesn't know when to shut her mouth.”

"how can i when you always have some stupid shit to say-“

the door cracks open, your balding teacher eyeing you both through the conjoined doorway and you snap your mouth shut.

"hello, sir," mingi says and you can hear the sarcasm in his tone, "deciding to let me go so this one can rot in here where she belongs?”

the man just rolls his eyes, putting a finger to his lip before slamming the door shut.

you two are the only ones in detention on a disgustingly hot and sticky friday afternoon, a debate in history turned volatile causing you both to drop a ridiculous amount of f-bombs to one another and in turn earning you both this punishment.

the teacher next door is holding an extra help session for students while simultaneously covering the detention shift; you guys could probably leave, sneaking out and blaming weak bladders or a family emergency but you certainly don't wanna get caught.

because that would mean a weeks worth of dententions with each other and that’s not a risk either one of you are willing to take.

"if anyone's rotting away here, it's you," you sneer at him, rolling your eyes and leaning your head down on the desk.

"aw, are you tired little one?" he coos at you, tone sickeningly sweet as he gets up and makes his way over to you.

that obnoxious nickname has stuck since middle school and you wanna scream every time he uses it. everyone thought as you guys grew up that your rivalry would've fizzled out or even ended but it's almost as if it was enhanced.

it went from hair pulling and stealing your notebook to throwing you over his shoulder and poking your back or stomach when he sat near you in class.

it was worse when you were home though. because your once safe haven, the balcony with twinkle lights and purple furniture and a little pot of pink roses, was tarnished the second mingi's older brother moved out for college. the youngest song sibling snatched the room right up, now giving him more opportunities to disturb your reading or gardening time with his obnoxious singing and constant pestering.

"are you ever gonna stop calling me that?" you growl at him as he leans against the teachers desk right in front of you.

"now, why would i do that?" the boy asks, his arms leaning back on the wooden surface and you wish with everything in you that he wasn't growing up to be an attractive man. the way his body was arched back, broad shoulders on display, head turned to the side with a quizzical look in his shining brown eyes.

it was an honest to god shame he was so damn irritating.

"because it's annoying and-," you begin but he just rolls his eyes, cutting you off with a “sh” before walking up to the board and grabbing a piece of chalk. you watch him draw a game of hangman, putting 9 dashes underneath before turning to you with a smile.

"pick a letter.”

you cross your arms and roll your eyes, "really? are we in 4th grade again?”

"do you have no other ideas?" he snaps at you, "or do you just wanna sit here and sleep like a lazy bum?”

you resist the urge to growl under your breath before muttering “a.”

he draws the head of the stick figure.

“e."

_ _ _ _ _ e _ _ e

“i."

_ i _ _ _ e _ _ e

“o."

_ i _ _ _ e o _ e

you squint your eyes at him, shaking your head at the shitting eating grin on his face.

"c'mon, what else? how 'bout another vowel?”

"fuck off, i can pick whatever i want" you say, “t."

_ i t t _ e _ _ e

you jump up out of your chair, pushing him to the side with all your might and grabbing the eraser to wipe the chalk board clean. "you really are so fucking annoying," you snap at him.

mingi just smirks at you, watching you erase the letters and stick figure. you lift your arm to wipe the circle and other markings causing your shirt to lift, exposing a sliver of skin. his eyes travel down to it and he feels himself swallow when you jump to reach higher, your shirt raising even more as your hair bounces and cascades down your back.

he'd always found you cute, even when he was little and you headbutt him with blood and snot dripping down your face. but you were always so easy to rile up, so easy for him to get a reaction out of and it's something he's been trying to keep alive since then.

during the past couple of years, he’s found himself watching you when you weren't looking. how your body's matured, wide hips and toned thighs and thin waist from your time on the school's dance team.

your smile is his favorite though. it's rarely directed at him, your face almost always pinched into a pissed off scowl or annoyed sneer when he's around; but it's at the times when you do smile at him that leave him feeling giddy and nervous and fluttery, feelings he tries to shove into the back of his mind whenever they happen.

but now, with your shirt riding up and teeth in your lip as you concentrate, he can't help but watch you some more and is praying his stupid young male body doesn't react. but almost as if it’s out of his control, his feet start moving until he's pressed up right behind you, bending his head so his mouth is by your ear.

"you really are so fucking easy to rile up," he says, his tone a strange mix of playful and sultry; the boy doesn't even recognize his own voice.

your hand stops moving the second you feel him pressed up against you from behind, your breath catching in your throat and body stiffening. you swear you feel your knees wobble when he whispers in your ear, a reaction that truly feels beyond your control; he's just so big and warm and close to you, pressed up right against your back and you hate how immediate your reaction is. hate how much his voice and body are affecting you.

you're not sure what to do or say, feeling frozen against him but you know you have to snap out of this before he sees how bothered you are. dropping the eraser in your hand, you turn around so you're leaning against the chalk board. you look up at him and he's looking down at you, eyes with a playful glint but something...different in them as well.

something darker that you can't quite pinpoint.

"ever heard of personal space?" you quip, looking down at his body before meeting his eyes again and pushing him away slightly. you walk around him and sit on the edge of the teacher's desk, facing away from him and letting out a shaky breath.

"took you a while to find the words," he says from behind you and you can hear the smirk on his face.

"no," you snap immediately, craning your neck to side-eye him, "i just didn't expect your freakishly big body to be right up my ass.”

you hear his footsteps come near you until he's standing a few feet away from you and the look on his face is something you've never seen from him. something about it making you feel nervous but also a little...excited. and you hate that you're feeling this way.

because after years of the constant fighting and rivalry and back and forth, you can't allow your teenage hormones to get in the way right now.

but with how he's looking at you, the broadness of his shoulder, the way he's advancing toward you like he’s a predator and you're his pray really has your resolve slipping. and it's not like this is the first time you've felt this way but every other time, you were able to get away from him.

but right now, you're trapped. trapped in this room and under his gaze and in between his body.

"i think you're a little scared," he says, taking a few steps forward until he's standing right in between your legs. you feel yourself swallow, trying to stay calm but you don't know what the hell has made him so bold. maybe it’s the same thing that has you turning your head coyly to the side, your tongue peeking out to wet your bottom lip.

"of you?" you scoff, "that's funny. you’re forgetting that i know what a pussy you are.”

his eyes darken the second the words fall from your mouth and you feel your heart jump at the expression he makes. he moves his hand to your face, his thumb resting over your lips as if he's trying to silence you. he slowly drags his finger down to your bottom lip, flipping it down before it pops back into place as he continues it’s descend to your chin and neck.

of course, it's during that time that you swallow nervously and he can only smirk as he feels your neck twitch against his finger.

"is that so?" he asks and you divert eye contact, moving your neck slightly to look out the window because his hand on your hot skin is making you feel even more warm. he takes your jaw in his hold, snapping your head back to look at him and you've never seen his eyes so dark.

"answer me.”

your eyes widen and you wanna smack yourself when you feel something in your lower stomach tighten. you're trying so hard to remember that this is mingi, you're sworn enemy and obnoxious neighbor who gave your first bloody nose and stole your lunch on a regular basis.

but now as you stare at each other, you find your mind going blank. every rational thought is out of your head and your body just keeps...reacting.

"shut up," you say breathlessly, your eyes peering back at him and he sees the fire he's all too familiar with back.

"why are you always so feisty with me," he asks you, his hand squeezing your jaw lightly, “why can’t you just be good?”

"why do you always push my buttons." you growl back and you move your face in an attempt to get out of his hold.

but he just tightens his grip on it, moving even closer and bringing one arm down to rest his hand right on the edge of the table between your legs. it feels so close to you and the tightening in your stomach is back with a vengeance.

"because, little one, you make it so easy for me," he tells you honestly, lowly, and you attempt to move your face again.

he gives your jaw another squeeze, "stop moving," he says firmly, voice deep and authoritative and you feel something inside you burn.

you hate that you can't distinguish if it's with anger or desire.

you hate that you're thinking it's the latter.

and you're about to fight back, about to grit your teeth at him and tell him to stop telling you what to do. but then you think maybe that's what he wants. maybe he gets off on your backtalk and sneers and feistiness. so instead, you smile sweetly up at him.

"okay. sorry, mingi" you say softly, licking over you bottom lip again and you don't miss the way his eyes follow it. his eyes trail over your face and you smirk up at him when you see he's taken back.

"what...that's it?" he asks in disbelief, "no bratty comment? no yelling?”

you giggle softly, shaking your head at him and bringing your hand up to fix a piece of his messy dark hair. he watches you carefully, suspicious about your change of heart; his eyes then nearly bulge out of his head when you drag your nails through his hair, grazing his scalp lightly as you push your hands through it.

"no," you say softly, shaking your head, "why? do you like me being feisty? or would you like to see me when i'm on my best behavior?”

now he's the one swallowing, his dick twitching in his pants because he's never seen you like this. and a part of him knows this isn't you, that you're putting on an act for this very reaction but it's absolutely working.

"you better stop," he warns and the sweet look drops off your face, a smirk replacing it with the fire building back up behind your eyes.

"oh yeah? and why's that?" you ask, "only you're allowed to push buttons here?”

your hand is still behind his head, bunching up some of his hair as you slightly pull it. he harshly exhales through his nose and a little laugh bubbles out of your mouth.

you drag your hand back to the front of his hair, making a mess of it as you move your hand from his head to under his chin, scratching all the way down and over his adam's apple lightly. you watch in secret delight as it bobs when you make it all the way to the middle of his chest, moving his t-shirt slightly out of the way.

his breathing is now harsh and labored and you cant help but take pleasure in this.

"oh, mingi," you sigh, meeting his pained gaze and watching his chest take deep inhales and exhales, "you're making it so easy for me."

"y/n..." he says, voice choked and deep and you'd be absolutely lying if you said something didn't shoot right through your core upon hearing it.

you smirk as you look down, observing the way his bulge is prominent in his gray sweatpants. it should be making you feel anything but the intense desire coursing through your veins, spreading to all sorts of areas on your body.

"one might think you're looking like a pussy right about now, don't you think?" your voice then spats, "worked up from just some hair pulling and scratching.”

and before you barely get the last word out, you’re pushed back flat on the desk and it feels like the wind is knocked out of you even though you weren’t pushed that hard. his arms are on either side of you and he's peering down at you, eyes blazing with what you can only see now as pure lust and desire and a little bit of anger.

"oh yeah?" he snarls, bringing his one hand in between your legs again. he inches it closer and closer to your core and you feel all your power from earlier vanishing rapidly, “and what about you?”

"i...i don't know what you're talking about," you choke out and you both know it's a lie.

"oh no?" he hums and he brings his hand to your lower stomach, rubbing it along the waistband of your thin leggings and a choked, breathy sigh leaves your lips at the feeling shooting through you just a few inches lower.

"there it is," you hear him say and you wish you could say anything right now. wish you could curse at him or scream or hit him but you find yourself struggling not to buck your hips up towards his hand.

"do you know what i'd give to hear a moan from you, right now?" he says lowly in your ear as he watches you struggle to keep it together under his touch, “i wanna hear it so fucking badly, y/n, and i don’t know why.”

his confession alone almost leaves you fulfilling his wish.

"then make me," you tell him breathlessly, without thinking, solely in the interest of your own pleasure now.

his hand freezes on your waistband and you feel your cheeks flush when you realize what you just said. you can't believe the words that just left your mouth, admitting you're more than ready to let him have his way with you in a dirty hot classroom after hating him for years.

you open your mouth for an attempt at damage control before nearly screaming when his hand moves past the waistband of your leggings and right to the area that’s screaming to be relieved from the building pressure.

a straggled, low moan leaves his own mouth because your leggings are so thin that he can feel the wetness through your thong. he rubs his finger back and forth over you slowly, closing his eyes as his dick grows rock hard in his pants.

"fuck," you hear him whisper and your hips move ever so slightly on his hand at the way his deep voice sounds cursing.

"you drive me fucking crazy, y/n," he says harshly in your ear, "do you know that? you're driving me fucking crazy.”

"ugh, just shut up," you whine, not wanting to hear his dumb voice when his long fingers are so close to right where you desperately need them to be.

his hand automatically rips away from you and you nearly scream at him, head shooting up as your eyes burn into him.

"what are you doing?!" you say harshly to him, cheeks flushed, breathing labored and core throbbing as his hand comes up to your throat, pushing your head back down onto the desk.

"to answer your question from before, i’d prefer it when you're on your best behavior," he says as he looms over you and you squint your eyes at him in deviance.

"what, you want me to beg for you to rub my pussy when you started this in the first place?" you sneer at him now, sick and tired of his boldness and teasing, "maybe i'll go ask someone else in any manner i choose. i bet yunho would do it. have you seen his hands? he could definitely-“

his hand tightens around your neck and you let out a choked laugh, somehow knowing that would be the thing to get him worked up.

"watch your fucking mouth," he growls at you, immediately loosening his hold on your neck despite his dark eyes staring down at you.

you hate how much his sentence causes more wetness to pool in your lower half. you hate how much power he has over you right now. and you hate how much you love that this is currently the situation you’re in with him.

"then help me, mingi," you whine, not being able to take the throbbing anymore, "i...i need you but you're being so fucking annoying about it," you whine, taking his hand from your neck and putting it on your lower stomach.

you're about to swallow you pride and whine out a “please” until he sees the desperation and arousal in your eyes and feels something instinctual take over.

his hand dips into your leggings, moving down to rub over your thong and his cock strains hard against his pants when he feels how wet you are.

a tiny whine leaves the back of your throat as you try to move your hips toward his hand, your hand gripping the edge of the desk and he growls seeing you so submissive.

he drags his hand upward to the top of your underwear as he dips his hand in, his finger finally brushing over your wet clit and you muffle a moan with your hand.

"holyshit," you hear mingi mumble, his voice strained and deep, "baby, you're so wet.”

you're so focused on the way his finger is grazing your clit back and forth that you almost miss him call you baby but it makes your stomach flutter and another muffled moan leaves your mouth, your legs bending and widening and you’d feel a little disgusted with yourself if you weren’t so desperate for him and his long fingers.

he's taking his time with you, rubbing you slowly and hearing every muffled moan leave your mouth. he lowers his mouth to your ear, begging you in his strained deep voice to move your hand away from your mouth.

“i wanna hear your pretty moans, baby,” he tells you, “just keep ‘em quiet. can you do that for me?”

you think you’d do anything he asked of you right now so you nod and obediently remove your hand from your mouth, looking up at him with glossy eyes and your mouth falls open.

he hums in approval as he looks down at you, his lips meeting yours in a quick, sloppy kiss, his tongue slipping in and exploring your mouth before he pulls back slightly to mumble “good girl” against you; now you really need something inside you, about ready to explode or scream or cry or all of the above.

and almost as if he knows what your body needs, you feel his pinky finger slowly enter your wet hole. it’s so tight and wet and warm and he shuts his own eyes to try to control himself, especially when a quiet, breathy moan leaves your mouth.

“good girl, baby,” he says and his voice sounds so strained, even to his own ears, “stay quiet like i asked.”

your eyes pop open again to look up at him and and he loves that everytime you hear his voice, you open your eyes to look at him. his wet thumb brushes over you to gather wetness and he places it right back on your clit, moving it slowly but steadily and the feeling has your eyes rolling back shut.

“does that feel good?” he asks softly and you nod your head eagerly. but he slows his thumb down and your eyes pop open, desperate and pained and he smirks down at you.

“use your words, y/n. does that feel good?”

another strangled moan leaves your mouth as his finger plunges deeper inside you and you arch your back off the desk. “ye-yes mingi,” you say, “fuck. it’s so..so good,” your words are cut off when your mouth falls open in a silent moan, he thumb immediately rewarding you with faster strokes and you feel a tight knot starting to form in your lower stomach.

mingi’s doing his best to keep himself together, doing everything in his power to not whip his own cock out and do something, anything to you when he hears the chairs next door scuffling.

he looks down at you to see if you noticed but your head’s thrown back in pleasure, eyes closed shut and mouth slightly hanging open as you're laid out on the desk and he can't believe he isn't making a mess in his pants at this very moment.

he regretfully rips his hand out of your underwear and your eyes snap open at him, frustration and confusion and arousal swirling behind your eyes and he has to fight back the urge to apologize and stick his finger back in you.

"he's-he’s coming back in," his strained voice says and it's like you've finally come to your senses. you finally realize that you're in school, you're with your sworn enemy mingi and not only three seconds ago was his hand toying with you about to give you your first orgasm.

you sit up on the desk in shock, eyes falling to the huge bulge in his pants and you can't help the way your eyes are glued to it.

"what...what the- what are you gonna do about that," you squeal in disbelief.

"well you staring at it like that certainly isn't gonna help," he barks out, rushing over to a seat in the back row and throwing his arms over his lap, "sit the hell down."

you scurry to your seat and brush your hands through your knotty hair, taking deep breaths in and out in an effort to calm down your flushed face.

less than a minute later, the teacher comes in through the conjoined door again and eyes you two suspiciously before telling you you’re dismissed from detention and goes back into the other classroom. you and mingi both sigh a breath of relief, looking over at the boy who’s already staring at you with an unreadable expression.

“what?” you ask him and you don’t know what he’s thinking after what the hell just happened.

“what?” he counters and you shrug your shoulders.

“you’re the one looking at me,” you say defensively, grabbing your backpack from the floor and standing up, “are you ready to go or do you still need a second?” you say with a playful smirk.

he scoffs and stands up, still the smallest hint of a tent in his pants but nothing like how it was two minutes ago, “you’re unbelievable.”

you roll your eyes even though there’s a sinking feeling in your stomach because you don’t know how to proceed now. you were just begging for him to finger you on the desk three feet away from you, still kind of really tempted to lay back down and spread your legs for him, and now you’re supposed to go back to hating and fighting with each other?

“what’re you thinking?” he asks suddenly, watching as you stand there with thoughts racing in your head.

“what do you think?” you spat sarcastically and you’re unnerved by how calm he is about this.

“i think…that was probably a long time coming,” he says honestly and you look at him in disbelief.

“what, me begging you to get me off on a dirty school desk?” and the dry way you say it has him laughing, jumping over the desk to make his way over to you.

you step back because you don’t trust yourself to be so close to him right now and his eyebrow raises as you do so.

“yes,” he says simply and your mouth drops open, an outraged noise leaving your mouth.

“okay, yeah, and we won’t just talk about the giant remote that was bulging out of your pants.”

his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, a cocky smirk covering his face and you roll your eyes as you hear the mistake you made. you swing your backpack over you, stomping past him only to hear him follow after you quickly.

“wait…but did i just hear the word giant?”

he harasses you the whole way home and you couldn’t be more relieved when you finally get to your block, running down and into your house. you catch him last minute looking at you from his front porch, sarcastically waving at you and you roll your eyes before flipping him off and going into your house.

he walks into his own house with a stupid smile on his face, knowing he’s gonna be reliving that time in detention over and over and over again.

age 18:

you’re sitting on the (repaired) swing in your backyard with your boyfriend mingi behind you, pushing you lightly as you two laugh over the fact that it was, indeed, teenage hormones and puberty that made you both realize your constant fighting and bickering was actually repressed feelings and eventual sexual tension.

just four days after that time in detention did you two finish what you started, him sneaking up on your balcony and barging in the way he usual did. but instead of you kicking him out or forcing him to clean your room, he locked your door and buried his fingers and tongue between your legs.

and just like that, all of the obnoxious bickering ended. you still certainly argued and messed with each other but there was also a softness that was gained.

because instead of yelling at him that he was annoying, you were able to press up on your tippy toes and peck him on the cheek.

instead of him purposely hitting you on the way of the classroom, he could grab your hands and intertwine your fingers together.

“i knew this was gonna happen, you know,” the boy says from behind you and you shake your head, a small laugh falling from your lips.

“oh yeah? and when was that exactly? after you threw me off this swing, i presume?”

he rolls his eyes because you’re never gonna let him live that down. “okay, it’s not like i broke your arm,” he reasons with you, his hands tugging on the ropes to slow down your swinging “and you could’ve broken my nose with this strong head of yours.”

you bend it back to look at him upside down, squinting your eyes at him playfully. “i warned you to stop and you didn’t! you see how easily you just did that?”

he shakes his head to the side with a soft smile on his face, leaning down to peck your forehead before forcing neck upwards. “you’re gonna hurt yourself,” he says quietly and you find yourself stupidly smiling at his concern.

he walks around to stand in front of you, holding his hand and waiting until you grab it. he forces you upward, bringing you into his body as you crash into him sloppily.

“where are we going?” you ask as you look up at him.

“it’s getting dark and i’m hungry ,” he whines and you roll your eyes at your baby of a boyfriend.

“okay,” you say, standing on the tips of your toes to kiss him on the lips. it’s supposed to a peck but he leans down to deepen in, taking your cheeks in his hands and his tongue breaking through your mouth to glide against yours.

you pull back and shake your head, your finger going on his mouth to stop him before you both get too crazy. “so, what are you making us then?”

“wait, what? me? i was gonna say-“

“oh you’re picking us up food? great!” you squeal, “i’m gonna go upstairs to nap, surprise me with whatever you choose,” you tell him, reaching up to bop him on the nose before walking past him to run up the stairs.

“wait what! no i was gonna say-“

“i love you!” you shout to him across the yard, spinning around to blow him a kiss and smile sweetly. the words die in his throat as he sighs, returning your smile and sending you a heart before defeatedly taking out his phone to call in an order.

40 minutes later, you awake to a soft kisses peppering your cheek and you poke your eye open to see your boyfriend holding himself above you, a smile on his face as he finally sees your eyes pop open.

“hi, baby, i’m back,” he says quietly and you stretch your arms above your head, a tiny groan leaving your lips.

“i’m hungry,” you whine and he rolls his eyes because he was the one who originally wanted food and was then forced out to get it.

“got it, love,” he says to you softly, “outside on the table.”

you look to the side to see your balcony doors open, a cool breeze coming through your room as a pizza box and two drinks sit on your patio table. you swing your legs over the bed and stand to hug your boyfriend around the waist. you look up to smile gratefully at him, your chin resting on his chest as you do so. “thank you,” you say to him softly and he smiles down at you, pecking you on the top of the head.

“of course, lets go eat now, yeah?” he says and, like old times, scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder.

your happy squeals could be heard throughout the backyard and it’s a stark contrast to the pained ones this boy himself caused the first time you met him.

#ateez #ateez fluff #ateez angst #ateez smut #mingi #mingi fluff #mingi angst #mingi smut #mingi fic

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ajokeformur-ray · 3 years

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I watched Joker tonight and typed out my thoughts as they occurred to me. Unedited; typos are guaranteed. I did this a few months ago and really enjoyed looking back at my thought process and I wanted to do it again so that I can look back and know that what I feel is real and true in my darkest times.

You're welcome to skip this; it's under a cut for ease of doing so. Warnings for occasional sexual comment lmao. There’s no self shipping in this, I don’t think.

word count: 2, 575.

I’M SOBBING and I’ve only just pressed play.

Heart squeeze Chest much ow

THERE HE IS

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Nooooo baby omg don’t pretend - let yourself hurt if it hurts. Don’t pretend.

Carnival Carnival Carnivalllllllll 😍😍😍😍😍

I am a Simp for one clown and his name is Carnival

Someone help him, I????

That sign hit Arthur as hard as my love for him did ksksksk

MY EYES BE LEAKIN💔💔💔💔💔

bb nooooo

Oh honey let me kiss those bruises and replace the marks of violence with love, hm? You’re safe with me.

Breathe, my love. Don’t fight the laughter. Let it out, let yourself go.

Screams into a pillow because????? much sad must kiss

“have you been keeping up with your journal?” LIKE HE HAS TIME

oHHHHH boi’s close to losing his shit

Do it, Artie. Give ‘em hell.

“I think I did” YOU TELL HER!!💖💖💖

I want to be his cigarette. Where’s Satan??? I got a new deal for my blackened soul which he took at half price😂😂😂😂

I’d have my hand between the door and his head so fuckin fast I swear

“I just don’t wanna feel so bad anymore” yep SAME

ohhhh peekaboo🥺🥺🥺

this makes me giggle ksksksk i watch this scene when i feel sad bc it always makes me happy for the time it’s on

he’s so good with kids; he doesn’t have to try and think about what’s funny, he just does it, he’s himself and it works

FUCK OFF LADY CAN’T YOU SEE HE’S STRUGGLING????

give

him

back

his

card

casually wrinkling my nose against tears lmao

ohhh the way he looks up at those stairs from the bottom

i can feel his exhaustion

me too, my love

step step step step

god i wanna get him the fuck outta gotham

and into my arms and a soft, warm blanket

“eat. you need to eat” LITERALLY WHAT I TELL MYSELF EVERY DAY IN HIS VOICE BC OTHERWISE I JUST WOULDNT EAT???? I’m losing so much weight asdfghjk its not enough tho

SUPAH RATS

Did Arthur come up w that joke or was it actually a Murray joke????

HIS VOICE IS SO SOFT IM CRY??🥺🥺🥺🥺

“I WAS PUT HERE TO SPREAD JOY AND LAUGHTER”

YOU DO BABY, YOU DO!!!! EVERY FUCKING DAY!!!!

go deepthroat a cactus randall - youre already a bit of a prick so🙃🙃🙃

“THE GUYS THINNK YOU’RE A FREAK BUT I LIKE YOU”

HOYT. YOU CAN GO SIT ON A CACTUS TOO

FUCK OFF

😡😡😡😡

“WHY WOULD ANYONE STEAL A SIGN”//”WHY DOES ANYONE DO ANYTIHNG?” HOYT YOU’RE SO FUCKING ILLOGICAL HERE IM????? ERIKA DOES NOT (ALSO WILL NOT LMAO IM A STUBBORN BIITCH) COMPUTE

Can arthur fuck me like he pounds the trash/????🥵🥵👀

those dark curls.... that crooked tooth... must kiss.🥺🥺🥺

pennys casual cruelty makes me so fucking angry

foreshadowingggggg ~ *JAZZ HANDS*

ugh the way he dances with that gun im👀🥵🥵🥵

he enjoys the power of it and his breathing gets deeper asdfghjk

clumsy baby omggggg i just COOED 🥺🥺🥺🥺

okay maybe im stupid but i genuinely dont understand this “senior who needs to graduate” skit i’m??? how is being an intro to western civ student funny im???? someone explain???

but also dont bc fuck that guy lmao arthur’s hilarious

true millenial humour (and brit humour lmao we’re dark asf)

THE WAY ARTIE TWIRLS HIS FINGERS AROUND HIS HAIR AND DANCES IN HIS SEAT IM???🥺🥺🥺

wanna curl up on his lap at night when hes writing and go to sleep with a

blanket around our bodies🥺🥺🥺🥺

when arthur wears a shirt at home you KNOW it’s a daydream

THAT CROOKED TOOTH IM WANT KISS.

WAIT IS IT CALLED STAND UP COMEDY BC YOU STAND UP... AND ITS COMEDY???

23 FUCKING YEARS, PEOPLE... TO REALISE THAT🙄

WHEN CARNIVAL CAME ON SCREEN I NTHE HOSPITAL I MADE A PORNOGRAPHIC NOISE LMAO I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

IF YOURE HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT, SHOOT MURRAY

WOOPS WRONG LYRICS

😂

“doctor of laughter”🥺🥺🥺🥺

doctor i have a case of the Big Sad can you... do an exam? 😉😏

NO BB DONT BEAT YOUR HEAD UP THERES PRECIOUS CARGO IN THERE

in what world does chucking cold greasy chips in a girls hair being “nice”???

lmao fuck these guys

ohhh honey breathe. dont fight it, my love, just breathe.

my heart’s breaking for you, you sweet thing🥺🥺🥺

i love you so so so so so so so much ugh you’re an actual fucking angel

just breathe darling

i need to get you a cup of tea with honey in it, your throat must be so sore

ohhhh baby im so sorry

i’d take every single punch if i could

i’d die for you

i wish i could protect you

i wish i could look after you

and take all those hits

and kill those guys for you

im so sorry

sobbingggg

YES GOOD MAN THANK YOUUU

KILL THOSE ASSHOLES LMAO DESERVED IT

yeah i have a grey morality... im similar to deadpool in that way tbh

carnival comin’ to kill your insecurities

8 bullets in a 6 chamber???? mm-hm

DONT FORGET YOUR BAG THATS EVIDENCE

AND THE WIG

RUN BABY RUNNNNNNN

GO GO GO GOOOOOOOOOOOO

RUN LIKE THE WIND BULLSEYE

THE SOUND OF HIS FEET SLAPPING THE PAVEMENT IM👀

OOOOOH JOKER’S WAKIN’ UUUUUUP

fuck he’s so hypnotic

the way he runs his hand down his lower stomach asdfghj🥵

must kiss the inner tendons on his wrists and lick the blood off his face

must kiss

he moves like water

fuck hes so fluid

bathroom scene = the scene in which my heart and vagina clench at the same time

im WANT

T POSEEEEEEEE

“i still owe you for that, dont i?”

PUNCH OUT IS MY FAVOURITE THING E V E R

D O N T S M I LE

UGH I FUCKING HATE being told to smile if i don’t fucking want to so BIG mood

PLEASE SHUSH ME THE WAY YOU JUST SHUSHED PENNY IM???

but also dont lmao bc i’ll think you’re mad at me and i’ll hide in the bedroom for the rest of the day lmao i’m sensitive✨✨✨

i wanna sit on his lap and still his bouncing knees

“thats not funny”

fuck off penny yes it is

I JUST CHOKED ON MY COFFEE IM???

“but i do” god the P O W E R

ugh that fucking sexist piece of shit comedian can choke “women look at sex like buying a car” 🤢🤮🤢🤢🤮

chauvinistic pigs can die thanks

his lil trip upstage im cry🥺🥺🥺

ohhh baby. just breathe, darling. it’s okay to be scared. dont fight it. just breathe.

he and i both cover our mouths when we laugh/smile in the exact same way and it makes me feel closer to him

how can they think hes laughing at himself when hes literally gagging????

people only see what they wanna

the Penny imitation is👌👌👌

s m i l e

i remember when i came home from seeing this for the first time, i got home and dropped to my knees to cry in the bathroom. it was such an emotional release and so much love and i played smile to try to make myself smile but i only made myself cry harder lmaooooo ~

smile and thats life are my go-to songs if i gotta cheer tf up

danger sign = neither works

he looks so soft after his “date”🥺🥺🥺

“thats life” yeah but murray you dont even leave the studio so how do you know????

ngl arthur’s anger scares me.

anyone so much as raise their voice at me and i’ll cry really bad and i will shut myself away for the rest of the day and quiet anger terrifies me so his banging abt in the kitchen would freak me tf out😲

angry bb😭

he controls his anger so fast though omgggg ~

that soft please sends me

idk where it sends me lmao

down below probably

BARE FACED CARNIVAL OMG THIS SCENE IS SO CUTE

I LOVE THE MATCHING COLOURS ON ARTHUR AND BRUCE TOO ???

okay but the implication that arthur always carries a clown nose on him is🥺🥺🥺

hes such a good clown im?????

lmao im enjoying the show more than bruce is skskskk

arthur’s lil chuckle makes me🥺

his HUMMING im??? soft?????

his brows are so strong and dark omggg ~ he’s so beautiful

OKAY i’ll be honest i’ve seen this alfred/bruce scene and the thomas bathroom scene later on and the penny flashback scene a 100 times and i still dont fucking understand what did or didnt happen regarding arthur’s parentage im????

ive seen interpretations to say he is thomas’ son and some to say he isnt and i still cant decide so? im stupid i guess 🙃

“a clown thing?” the s a s s

“it’s exit only” yeah so’s my ass🙃

if i was there in the hospital room i woulda turned that tv off as soon as i realised what clip was gonna play

murray’s cruelty is d i s g u s t i n g

lmao hes an asshole

arthurs lil clap from joyyyyy ~ 🥺🥺🥺

did i say murray???

i meant m u r r a t

🙃🙃🙃

sneaky baby

wayne hall either has super bad security or arthurs v quick on his feet

🤔🤔🤔🤔

he looks so good in red omggg ~

f o r e s h a d o w i n g

arthurs smile when hes watching chaplin is how he smiles when we all gush to each other abt him and ourselves!!!

hes so cuuuuuute🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰

“told me what”

ohhhh honey🥺🥺 im so sorry. “crazy” is a trigger word for arthur; it made him start laughing in the bathroom with thomas

“touch my son again ill fucking kill you” yeah?? touch my arthur again and i’ll fucking kill you🙃🙃🙃🙃

^^^ that ones a joke do not come at me

the clerk in arkham was nice to arthur - he, gary and sophie are the good gothamites.

none of it was enough to stop his descent into joker, though, and i’d even say it was too late right at the beginning of the film, too...

his sock puppet thingy “they cut all those” is such a Joker thing to doooo ~

the way arthur’s laughing in the hall at arkham turns into sobbing is gut-wrenching omg the poor thing😭

i wanna hug him and protect him and help him to process this in a healthy way

sweetheart, if i could take all of your pain and put it onto me... i so would. i’d do it in a heartbeat.

i wanna get you into a hot shower, make you some food and sit and listen to you. we can either sit in silence or you can talk to me, my love, and you will be heard and understood and loved.

“i had a bad day”

IT’S OKAY I DIDNT NEED MY HEART ANYWAY OMG YOU POOR SWEET INNOCENT THING IM LOVE YOU🥺💔

THAT ENTIRE LATE NIGHT SCENE LAUGH/SOBBING GOT ME -

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i just wanna hold you and protect you and help you and love you

I’m so fucking sorry, darling. i wish i could take it all away from you

“i havent been happy one minute of my entire fucking life”

NO ONE SHOULD LOOK THAT ANGELIC AFTER COMMITING MATRICIDE IM????

get

that

fucking

gun

away

from

your

face

boi dont test me ill fucking go feral or - no, tell you what, i’ll point the gun at me and see how you like it

im looking respectfully at the green speckled undies scene....👀👀👀

“coming” 😏😏😏

“my mum died im celebrating” and “i stopped taking my medication” and you STILL stayed in the apartment with Arthur????? dudes those are 🚨🚨🚨 signs

woe betide anyone who underestimates arthur fleck lmaoooo

randalls death scene makes me laugh every time omg i feel so vindictive

get WRECKED

i wanna lick the blood off his face. i really want to

ngl i think i have a blood kink...

“dont look just go” ME WITH MY ACNE WHEN I SEE IT IN THE MIRROR 😂😂😂😂

JOKERJOKERJOKERJOKER

ASDFGHJKL

ERIKA.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING

JOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERRRRRR

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 MY BABY MY MAN OMG THERE HE IS IM CRY???????😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺

my mind is literally blank rn im just staring and crying and smiling so hard my face hurts????? im love him so so so so much

sweet thing’s so used to pain he gets HIT BY A CAR AND KEEPS GOING????

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU

hghhhhhhhhhhhhhh

euirrrrrrgkjbgkfbirsghigrbugr

*incoherent keyboardsmash to portray utter love*

ohhh baby no dont cry. oh honey😭 i wanna sit on your lap and kiss your tears away

“i love dr sally”

you have a WIFE at home

“DO YOU REMEMBER?” THAT WAS YOUR CUE TO APOLOGISE LMAO GET FUCKED MURRAT

he’s so CUTE

omgggg ~

my hearts gonna give out its SQUEEZING SO HARD IT HURTS

YOU MOCK THEM, BABY!!! THEY GOT IT COMING

“i wanna get it right” hes so passionate

my comments have deceased in number bc im just too starstruck and in love to even think clearly lmao

jokers all i know rn and this is the most peaceful ive felt in WEEKS

im sobbing

ugh fuck this hurts so BAD

youre speaking the truth, darling. im so so proud of you and i love you so much

“THEY COULDNT CARRY A TUNE TO SAVE THEIR LIVES” LMAO INSIDE JOKESSS

literally sobbing right now ugh what the fuck youre in so much pain and in the middle of a breakdown and no one saw you

ugh baby im so sorry, you deserve so much better

you tried so hard and you were gonna fall no matter what

IN THE WHITE ROOM

“hi” baby they cant hear you but im COOING 🥺🥺🥺🥺

you’re so fucking cute

say the word and ill burn gotham to the fucking ground for you

i wanna sit atop that car and cradle your head in my lap and wipe the blood off your face and help you stand up and be there for you and and and😭😭😭😭😭😭 i love you so so so much.

i’d be so much worse off without you in my life. you brought a splash of colour which has never dimmed or faded. it never will.

b l o o d s m i l e

im wearing my inside on the outside now and it still hurts

angel💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i see you and your pain. i love you.

i see you, angel.

his genuine laughter is🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

that cute lil “ksksks” he does im🥺🥺🥺

i always laugh with him omg the two of us are laughing together ugh its the closest i will ever get to sharing in his joy

t h a t ‘s l i f e

i love the hallway daaaaaaaaaaaaaance ~

them hips dont lie😉😉😉

i love you i love you i love you i love you omg the sun’s like a halo ugh i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you im singing along to thats life while i type out how much i love you at 220am lmaooooo ~

i l o v e y o u

#erileck #<- ref tag #arthur fleck #joker 2019 #erika talks

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love-killed-the-superstar · 3 years

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Pinch Hitter

Written for @codesecretsanta 2020!!

Hey, @nemesisadraste!! It’s me, your secret santa!! I heard you wanted a slice of samodd so I was ofc 100000% down to clown. Hope you enjoy!!!! It’s a little group chat heavy and I apologise, but there’s some actual prose around the halfway point haha

Can also be read here on AO3!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28323549

ngl I would actually recommend reading it on ao3 because of formatting hahaha but anyway enjoy!!

Pinch Hitter

DIRECT MESSAGE: Odd Della Robbia

(11:43PM) Odd Della Robbia: SAMMMMMM

(11:45PM) Sam Suarez: yyyyea?

(11:45PM) Odd Della Robbia: XANA ATTACK. NUCLEAR SHIT. COVER FOR US PLSSSS SHOULDNT BE TOO LONG 🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀

(11:46PM) Sam Suarez: sure thing sure thing go save the world n shit 👍👍

(11:46PM) Sam Suarez: was only going to stay up late rewatching good omens anyway

(11:47PM) Odd Della Robbia: hero. incredible woman. love of my life

(11:47PM) Odd Della Robbia: and say hi to you know who for meeeee 😻

(11:48PM) Sam Suarez: crowley is a fictional character odd, he cant hear you

(11:48PM) Odd Della Robbia: but he's so sexy and strong 😻😻😻

(11:48PM) Odd Della Robbia: not as sexy and strong as you, ofc ofc

(11:49PM) Sam Suarez: jesus odd go save the world already and leave me alone

(11:49PM) Odd Della Robbia: SO COLDDDD 🙀🙀🙀

(11:49PM) Odd Della Robbia: still love you tho

(11:49PM) Sam Suarez: still love you too ok NOW GO

…

DIRECT MESSAGE: Jeremie Belpois

(1:24AM) Jeremie Belpois: Samantha?

(1:27AM) Sam Suarez: sup belpois

(1:27AM) Jeremie Belpois: Motion sensor went off. Pretty sure Jim is out and about. Try to buy us some time?

(1:28AM) Sam Suarez: shit alright. i'll see what i can do. b-team already know???

(1:29AM) Jeremie Belpois: They do. The four of you work something out, please? Thanks.

(1:30AM) Sam Suarez: ofc. hey btw hows odd doing??? ok???

(1:30AM) Jeremie Belpois: 80 life points and going strong, Sam.

(1:30AM) Sam Suarez: sweet 👍👍

…

GROUP CHAT: Lyoko B-Team REPRESENT

(1:31AM) Sam Suarez: what's our plan then home slices!!!!!!! 💪😤

(1:32AM) William Dunbar: Still don't know why I'm considered a b teamer but okay 😒

(1:32AM) Sam Suarez: don’t fucking complain william at least you get to be in the main group chat, 🙄🙄

(1:32AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: ^^^^^^

(1:33AM) Laura Gauthier: Try getting added, then removed, and still being on the waitlist to rejoin

(1:33AM) Sam Suarez: ouch lol

(1:33AM) Laura Gauthier: ANYWAY, we need a plan of action. Jim’s doing the rounds. Any thoughts?

(1:33AM) William Dunbar: I’ll go stuff Jeremie’s duvet 🙋♂️ Laura you go to Aelita’s, Sam come up with some sort of distraction 👉

(1:33AM) Sam Suarez: hold on WHY DO I GET STUCK WITH THE HARD JOB?? 😠😠

(1:34AM) William Dunbar: to prove yourself, young one. how else do you plan on getting into the lyoko warriors group chat?? 🤷♂️

(1:34AM) Sam Suarez: SHIT U RIGHT… 👀

(1:34AM) Sam Suarez: its my chance… to shine

(1:34AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: Why does everyone forget im fucking here?? Give me something to do????? 🙋😤🤦♀️

(1:35AM) William Dunbar: nobody forgot you sissi, shit 🙄 take odd and ulrichs room, if u think u can wrangle kiwi 🥝

(1:35AM) Sam Suarez: i would like it on the record that i did in fact forget about sissi 🙋🙋

(1:35AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: FUCK NO. THAT DOG DOES NOT RESPECT ME 😤😤😤😤😤

(1:35AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: Also RUDE..

(1:35AM) Sam Suarez: priorities babe or the fucking world ends. your call tho!!!!!! ✌️🤪

(1:36AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: ………………. F I N E 🤦♀️

…

GROUP CHAT: Lyoko B-Team REPRESENT

(1:59AM) William Dunbar: @Sam Suarez What did you tell Jim?????? He’s 100% doing head counts now you dumb fuck 🤦♂️

(1:59AM) Sam Suarez: don’t take that tone with me dickbar, he’s looking for a sick GIRL. if you stuffed the fucking duvets properly we won’t have a problem, he’ll only be peeking into rooms anyway 😠😠

(2:00AM) Laura Gauthier: And what do you suppose happens when he finds NOBODY and comes to the conclusion that you lied to him? You have to think these things through, Sam, Jeremie’s not planning on doing any return trips if he can help it.

(2:00AM) Sam Suarez: yall are jerks, YOU put me up to the task of cooking up an excuse, don’t complain that it was shit!!!! geez!!!!

(2:00AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: God you’re all useless. I can fake-cry, I took a drama workshop over summer. I’ll take the hit but you OWE ME. 😤

(2:01AM) Sam Suarez: there are no favours in this sissi, we took an oath. we are heroes of justice now and you don’t get compensation for saving the world, its superhero 101

(2:01AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: Shut up Sam, you’re buying me dinner tomorrow. Take me somewhere nice 💅🙆😘

(2:01AM) Sam Suarez: but i don’t date girls who only save the world to reap the benefits, this simply won’t work out 😔😔

(2:01AM) William Dunbar: Take your flirting to private message, I don't want to be implicated in this sordid affair if Odd finds out

(2:01AM) Sam Suarez: ahahahahahahaahahahaha we got a funny man over here

(2:02AM) William Dunbar: Lololol

(2:02AM) Laura Gauthier: SHUT UP ALL OF YOU.

(2:02AM) Laura Gauthier: I can hear Jim coming, play it cool

(2:02AM) William Dunbar: Hahahaaha good luck 😂😂

(2:07AM) William Dunbar: You all alive……………..? 👀

(2:07AM) Sam Suarez: we sure are, listen to this

(2:07AM) Sam Suarez: sissi fake cried, told Jim she was having the worst cramps of her life and started listing off the side effects of the birth control she’s on. It was the greatest thing ive ever heard and im absolutely buying her dinner tomorrow, and yes it will be candle-lit 🍽️🍷💍

(2:07AM) William Dunbar: Holy shit. 👀 My deepest respect. 🙏 I will put in a good word with Master Belpois Himself, she deserves a seat at the grown ups table for this 🤷♂️

(2:07AM) Sam Suarez: no doubt no doubt

(2:08AM) Laura Gauthier: That was a close one. Sissi’s methods are unorthodox but hey, it worked. Next time find an excuse that doesn’t create more work for us, all right, Sam?

(2:08AM) Sam Suarez: shit you’re ungrateful as fuck. Damn . 🙄🙄

(2:08AM) Laura Gauthier: I’M JUST SAYING

(2:08AM) William Dunbar: Come on, lets not fight, I’m too tired for this shit 😴

(2:09AM) Sam Suarez: so go to bed, dumbass

…

DIRECT MESSAGE: Odd Della Robbia

(2:59AM) Odd Della Robbia: guess who just got DEVIRTUALISED!!!! 😹😹🔫🔫

(3:02AM) Sam Suarez: oh no, poor baby, you were doing so well

(3:03AM) Odd Della Robbia: right????? fucking megatanks, im telling you, they suck so much 😿

(3:03AM) Sam Suarez: well, if you’re out of points now, come by my room and we can play animal crossing together

(3:04AM) Odd Della Robbia: would that i could, sam, would that i could

(3:04AM) Odd Della Robbia: but theres a fucking building contractor lurking somewhere in the factory, xana-possessed, trying to take me the fuck OUT 🙀🙀🙀

(3:04AM) Sam Suarez: just tell him you’re not interested????? Its what i told sissi earlier

(3:05AM) Odd Della Robbia: ahahahahahahahaha

(3:05AM) Odd Della Robbia: first of all, WOW WE GOT A FUNNYMAN OVER HERE

(3:05AM) Sam Suarez: lololol

(3:05AM) Odd Della Robbia: second of all, i demand to hear that story as soon as i get back. Nobody turns sissi down and gets away with it 👀

(3:06AM) Sam Suarez: well, i cant help it

(3:06AM) Sam Suarez: my heart… belongs to another… a mr odd della robbia… im in the throes… of love… 💓💓

(3:06AM) Odd Della Robbia: OH!!! SAM!!!!!!! 😻😻😻💓💓💓

(3:06AM) Odd Della Robbia: luv u. So much

(3:06AM) Sam Suarez: same same lololol

(3:07AM) Odd Della Robbia: when i get back we ca

(3:07AM) Sam Suarez: ????

(3:07AM) Sam Suarez: odd????

(3:07AM) Sam Suarez: come in, funny man????

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(3:08AM) Sam Suarez: odd if you die i will be so mad

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DIRECT MESSAGE: Ulrich Stern

(3:10AM) Ulrich Stern: Hey Sam, it’s Ulrich

(3:10AM) Ulrich Stern: Einstein has another favour to ask

(3:11AM) Sam Suarez: first of all you dont have to tell me its you, the app TELLS me whos messaging me, this isnt a text

(3:11AM) Sam Suarez: second, tell me my boyfriend isn’t getting fucking murdered by a building contractor 😠😠

(3:11AM) Ulrich Stern: Huh???

(3:11AM) Ulrich Stern: Oh yeah. He’s holding his own but there’s not much time. You need to go keep watch outside Jeremie’s door while Laura transfers some files. If we get busted and she can’t complete the file transfer… well. The world does actually depend on it, so. Yeah

(3:11AM) Sam Suarez: isnt william the better option anyway?? Isnt he only like 3 doors down from you 🙄

(3:12AM) Ulrich Stern: He’s not answering. Probably asleep already, he’s a dumbass. Please, you’re our only option, Sissi isn’t answering either

(3:12AM) Sam Suarez: oh theres a GREAT story behind that but i’ll let her tell it tomorrow

(3:13AM) Sam Suarez: and fine, but seriously is odd okay?? If this dude is more than 5’5 he’ll have a problem taking him down, you know how scrawny he is

(3:13AM) Ulrich Stern: He’s tougher than you think, Sam. Trust me on that one.

(3:14AM) Ulrich Stern: (Also I am about to go save him from getting his ass beat)

(3:14AM) Sam Suarez: all right all right

(3:15AM) Sam Suarez: but hey stern, when this has all blown over, we’re having a serious talk about promoting me to the big leagues

(3:16AM) Ulrich Stern: ...Big leagues?

(3:16AM) Sam Suarez: im talking main group chat, my guy. MAIN. GROUP CHAT. 👏👏

…

DIRECT MESSAGE: Odd Della Robbia

(3:30AM) Odd Della Robbia: im coming mi amore… i beat up a fully grown man with my bare fists… pushed him down some stairs… it was amazing 😼💯

(3:31AM) Sam Suarez: please say you didnt break any bones, belpois isnt planning on reversing time right???

(3:31AM) Sam Suarez: like even if was going to kill u he was only possessed by xana

(3:32AM) Odd Della Robbia: heh i broke nothing!! Im a hero of justice after all 💪😼

(3:32AM) Odd Della Robbia: ulrich may have given him some bruises tho 😹

(3:32AM) Sam Suarez: ehh i’ll take that over this guy waking up with fucked up limbs and shit

(3:32AM) Odd Della Robbia: no doubt no doubt

(3:33AM) Odd Della Robbia: …

(3:33AM) Odd Della Robbia: anyway, night sam 💞

(3:33AM) Sam Suarez: oh, ok 🙄

(3:33AM) Sam Suarez: night, stupid. love you ❤️

…

Despite his parting message, Odd shows up anyway.

He slinks into her dorm room as it draws to 4:00AM, half-heartedly kicking off his shoes at the door and closing it with a softness that’s surprising given how exhausted he looks; almost as though it is second nature at this point to keep quiet, avoid drawing more attention. Her boyfriend is a professional, after all, when it comes to saving the world on the down-low.

Samantha watches Odd from her desk, where she is sat up browsing Twitter and waiting for the inevitable ‘we need you to do something else before the night is through’ messages from Jeremie. She’s been listening to the same Jay Som song on loop for over an hour now, and it leaks quietly from her laptop speakers, a strange extra layer of ambiance to the puzzle that is the hour before birdsong begins. A Baymax-patterned blanket is thrown around her shoulders for warmth, and there’s an empty can of energy drink within arms reach.

“Wrong room,” she says in a low voice, expecting him to jump anyway; he doesn’t. Instead he squints at her in the dim light, leaning back against the door with a weary sigh. “Didn’t think you were coming.”

“Wasn’t, but… here I am.”

He doesn’t really elaborate further than that.

“Ulrich know you came this way?”

“He stayed behind to talk things over with Jeremie. The overbike got fucked up in Lyoko and they’re gonna upgrade it or something. Jer-bear needed to know the specifics about his experience driving it so they can do some fine-tuning, I think. Y’know, so he doesn’t drift too far and plunge into the digital sea. Shit can get real bad, real fast.”

“I’ll bet. So, you triumphed over evil tonight?” she guesses, shutting her laptop lid and rising to her feet. Her blanket trails behind her as she does. “XANA can’t attempt to destroy the world for another 24 hours?”

“You know it,” he says, yawning. “And now, it’s bedtime.”

Thank fuck they don’t have classes tomorrow. She’ll happily lie in til noon with Odd, catching up on these lost hours.

Sam steps over her skateboard and some laundry she kicked aside earlier, a little embarrassed that her floor is so messy, but she knows Odd is too tired to even comprehend the state of her room right now. As it is, he’s swaying a little while standing, stifling a yawn against his hand - it’s only a matter of time til he crashes.

“All right, guess you’re here to stay. Hop in.”

“Did you know? You’re a goddess. An angel. A truly spectacular woman among women,” he mumbles.

“Flattery won’t give me back the hours of sleep I lost sending Jim on that wild goose chase earlier,” Sam muses, wiggling under her covers, still bundled up in the blanket like a crepe. She doesn’t know the full story, nor does she imagine she’ll get it until tomorrow when the group meet up for lunch - something about XANA threatening to blow up a reactor on some nearby building site, creating some devastating damage to the local area - but at this point she’s too tired to listen and Odd is too tired to explain.

Odd flops down on the bed beside her.

“Thank you for helping us out,” he sighs, too tired to even look at her. His limbs are all floppy. If she nudged him off the edge of the bed now, he’d probably just fold up like a pair of pants and stay there til morning. “What did you do, exactly?”

“Told him I heard someone crying in the bathroom and thought maybe someone was unwell,” she says with a shrug. “Jim checked the girls bathroom and did room checks, which gave me, William and Laura some time to sneak into your respective rooms and act as extra head counts. Just being under the covers was enough, I don’t think he was doing anything more than cursory peeking into rooms with a tiny flashlight. Wasn’t the most innovative red herring to give him, but it did the trick.”

“If it keeps them off our backs, the creativity isn’t worth factoring in,” Odd murmurs, tugging off his jeans and chucking them at the wall opposite. The impact scuffs the wall slightly, but Sam doesn’t care. Delmas doesn’t give them shit about damages to the room unless it makes the room completely uninhabitable anyway, which is why there’s a literal hole in her wall through to the room next door that she’s had to artfully cover with a Front Bottoms poster.

“Anyway, Sissi distracted him. I’ll let her tell the story herself, it was fucking hilarious. Then Ulrich messaged to say he needed me to keep watch while Laura sent over some files from the computer in Jeremie’s room to the supercomputer, which - I mean, in this day and age, why the fuck doesn’t he keep everything on the cloud anyway? So I was stuck doing that, because apparently, William had already fallen asleep again, the fucking lug. Can you believe that? You’d think, being your Lyoko pinch hitter and all, he’d be better at staying awake.”

“Oh, I can believe it,” Odd drawls, tugging off his shirt and balling it up, sending it to land atop his crumpled jeans with a flourish. He rubs his eyes and peers around. “Got that old shirt for me to sleep in?”

Rolling her eyes fondly, Sam reluctantly peels back the bedsheets once more and pads over to her wardrobe, pulling it open and sifting through until she finds what she’s looking for; an old Hootie & The Blowfish T-shirt, handed down to her by one of her older brothers. It always hangs right off of her, so on Odd’s scrawny frame, it’s basically an Ebenezer Scrooge nightgown.

“Here.” She tosses it over to him and he wriggles into it happily. “You might as well keep it, these days you wear it more than me.”

“If I walked around in a band shirt that hangs off me like a smock I’d never hear the end of it from Ulrich,” he says with a laugh, flopping back against the covers and sighing deeply. “He makes fun of my little chicken legs enough as it is.”

“Well, I love your little chicken legs, so he can keep his opinions to himself.”

She slides into bed beside him and he’s cold to touch; the freezing factory, coupled with walking back in the chilly night air, must have really done a number on him. He snuggles against her happily, mumbling, “Can I warm my feet on you?”

“Will you respect my wishes if I say no?” she retorts. He grins as she sends him a knowing look, before placing his feet, two tiny, stinky blocks of ice, against her shins. They both pull the covers up over their noses, staring at the ceiling in dazed silence for a few moments, before she adds, “He won’t miss you when you get back?”

“Not likely, I don’t fucking spoon him to sleep, Sam,” he snorts. “He’ll be too tired to care where the fuck I’ve snuck off to, and he can handle anything Kiwi throws his way, so it’s fine. I’m sure he’s capable of connecting the dots.”

“Fine, shithead, I’ll drop it.”

She continues to stare up at the ceiling, but she can feel his keen gaze on her, and rolls over to face him. He watches her carefully.

“Are you mad at me?”

“What? No.”

“Even though it’s nearly four in the morning and you spent the whole night covering for us?”

“It’s what happens when you agree to saving the world, isn’t it?” she points out. Sam’s eyes adjust to the darkness, and she notices for the first time that there’s the beginnings of bruises around his neck. She reaches up to trace them with her fingers, and he instinctively wriggles away. Her breath catches in her throat. “…XANA did this to you?”

“Actually, it was a building contractor,” he corrects. “He started to choke me, but then Ulrich got him in a headlock and next thing you know… we pushed him down some stairs.”

“It must have been scary,” she mutters. At that, his face melts into a smile, and he prods at her face.

“You’re so serious! Sam, trust me, this happens all the time. I’m indestructible, so it’s fine.”

“How else am I supposed to react, huh? My boyfriend comes home with strangulation marks on his neck and you want me to be all cavalier about it…”

“Because I’m used to it.” Odd pauses. “Well, not strangulation in particular, but getting hurt on the job is kinda everyday stuff.”

Sam scowls. “You're not supposed to pretend like this is normal, Odd.”

“What, you want me to cry and be vulnerable on you?”

“No.”

“You do.”

“Okay, fine, I do! What about it?!” She fixes him with a stern look. “You have to be careful! What’s the point in me staying awake and making distractions and shit if you’re just going to fucking die at the end of it, huh?”

“I’m not going to die.” He cups her face in his hands and fixes her with his own stern look. “Look. I know you haven’t been doing this long, but this happens, okay? Not always, but it does. I mean, you remember the kind of fights you used to pick with me when I would come over with these bruises without telling you why.”

She thinks back to the months leading up to him finally telling her the truth. How scared and hurt she felt, seeing him with these cuts and scrapes, bruises, occasionally even a sprain. She’d gone through all the possibilities in her head - bullying, hate crimes, mugging even. Still, he refused to budge, until one day he just… stopped pretending it was all some big coincidence.

“It was scarier not knowing,” she decides. “At least this way I know what you’re up against, but… I don’t know.”

He leans forward and kisses her on the nose. “I promise you I’m fine. But look, part of being a Lyoko pinch hitter is knowing things get hairy sometimes. I’m gonna get hurt from time to time but if I don’t, the whole world explodes. Or, okay, maybe not literally , most of the time, but I’m like, a drop in the bucket.”

“Well, you’re a drop in the bucket who matters to me,” she reinforces. Staring into his eyes, she can feel her body relax slightly. “Look, I’ll drop it. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Good. Now, can we please sleep? I am so tired, I’m starting to forget who I am. You’re about to encounter Grinch Odd, and he’s no fun whatsoever.”

“Oh, is he the one who said my face looked like a beet that one time?” she wonders, raising her eyebrows at him. He groans and pushes her away, covering his face with his hands.

“How many times do I have to tell you XANA fucked with my speech?” he grumbles. “Completely scrambled my words. I was going for beautiful.”

“Sure, sure. When in doubt, blame it on XANA?”

“I mean it! I would never call you a beet! A potato, maybe…”

She shoves him and he both winces and laughs. “Oof, that guy did a number on me.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll beat him up for you then.”

“You’re going to beat up XANA?”

“Sure, how hard could it be? I’ll just like, reach into the supercomputer with my full fist-”

They both burst out laughing and fall back against the pillows.

Once it trickles out, she blinks sleepily at the ceiling.

“I never really thought about how long you guys have been going without us, though.”

Odd quirks an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Us. The B-Team, the Pinch Hitters. The Lyoko Warriors’ freaking PR Team! Without someone pulling the strings you must have run into all sorts of trouble, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” Odd laughs. “We used to have the authorities trying to invade the factory. Almost got expelled by Delmas. I almost got sent to a psych ward before, that was fun.”

“Jesus, Odd. Why did it take you so long to introduce other people to the fray?”

He shrugs. “No clue, really. One day we just kinda realised… sometimes it’s better to have people around. No man is an island. That can apply to groups too, I guess.”

“And why would you trust me?” Sam presses on, arms folded over her chest. “Sure, I’m your girlfriend, but I’ve hurt you before. I mean really fucked you over. That whole thing with William…”

“You had no way of knowing,” he says firmly. “It was stupid and immature, sure, but how could you have known?”

She shrugs. “I’ve just been thinking about it, I guess.”

They both lapse into silence, but beneath the covers, Odd reaches for her hand.

“I trust you because I trust you,” he says eventually. “And because if we need some big Lyoko Warriors PR Team, I’d want you at the helm. Who else is going to keep William from swaggering off the side of the planet? He can be kinda self-absorbed.”

“Sissi,” Sam deadpans.

“And who else is going to keep Sissi from turning every XANA distraction into a fucking performative art piece?”

“...Okay, fair.”

“By the way, you still taking her out to dinner tomorrow?”

“Apparently. You should tag along as my date.”

He laughs. “No way, I’m no third wheel.”

Sam leans forward and kisses him gently, before muttering, “By the way, I told Ulrich to get me in the main group chat. Think he’ll do it?”

“Absolutely not,” Odd says cheerfully, kissing her back. “But nice try. Here’s to next time.”

…

GROUP CHAT: Into The Lyokoverse

(9:48AM) Jeremie Belpois added Sam Suarez to Into The Lyokoverse.

(9:48AM) Jeremie Belpois: @Everyone Look who decided to show up!

(9:52AM) Yumi Ishiyama: Oh Hi Sam

(9:59AM) Aelita Schaeffer: hey, look who made it to the big leagues!!

(10:10AM) Odd Della Robbia: SAMMMMMMMMM !!!!!!!!!!

(10:12AM) Sam Suarez: !!!!!!!!

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The 5 hour finale live stream just concluded and y’all, it was crazy. It has been a wonderful several months with all you guys and I am so excited for April 8th and Junior Year.

MASSIVE SPOILERS UNDER THE FOLD IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE STREAM YET. Here is my clusterfuck of a commentary. Enjoy!

Fantasy High: Sophomore Year Live Reaction -HOOT GROWL BABY it's time. I didn't react to part one but wOW that one was crazy. Get ready for EMOTIONS :'(( -SIG FIG RESCUE MISSION lol #ontour -well ok brennan that canopy shit is scary as fuck -murph is still looking like riz -Zaphriel and Ayda!!!!!!! -"HOLD ME BACK GORGUG" i love u emily -Brennan I stg -Ayda is Gorgug's dad lol -oh shIT they're totally in the cottage -heLL YEAH AYDA!! -oh GOD figayda kiss? exceptional. -if ayda dies i WILL throw dice at Brennan -ok brennan make me cry then -GET THE VAN GORGUG -gorgug truly is the greatest wizard of this age -#hugeblueguy -aww zac oyama i love you -"semi-fallen" oH dEar -gorgug texts zelda IMMEDIATELY i love him -amaZING thank you zelda -"ew, creepy, hate that" -zaphriel is the best character you guys, what a homie -i keep forgetting ayda can fly. like she has wings. i know that. -AELWYN! -nOPE someone is coming through the forest and if it's arianwen i will kill cry -HANGMAN???? -HANGMAN!!!! 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(i get that the hangman is eight feet long don't @ me) -that's the first "the ball" -lou can never have the highest roll -BARDY BOYS -oop kristen and riz time -tracker? i barely even know her -chills, brennan. chills -someone in the chat just said "so did skrank fuck zelda?" -intense muSIC -nononononononono -ragh, tracker, and sandralynn better be all right -ooo a sTICK -HELL YEAH RETURN OF THE RIBBON DANCE -"riz weeps" holy shit i love him -"something bad always happens when we go off together" -#RIZTEN -awwoOOOOOOO -ayda can fly too! -absolutely FUCK this bridge ABOUT 30 MINUTES -poor ayda -please say they're ok brennan -"put your tongue baCK in your mouth" -sANDRA LYNN NO -"what kind of arrows" "you know what kind" fuCK OFF BRENNAN -if baxter dies i will cry -wait faerie fire is a cleric spell..? absolutely fuck me -ok aelwyn let's fuck shit up -calling the bank in the middle of this nightmare forest lol -heLL YEAH ZAPHRIEL -luck check luck check luck check -"y'all are going to turn into dragons" -fabian straight up cries? what a fucking rich kid -NO WAY HE HAD T H E COIN??? -REMOVE CURSE BABY -"nnOOO!" lmao -ally and brennan are in the chat -kristen's religion is REALLY coming in handy -the name was turned into the night yorb lol -"how's that axe feeling?" "..pretty light ;)" i love him -ayda can lift the axe??? exceptional -FIG IS KALINA? ABSOLUTELY RAD -brennan has created a place where illusions are real and emily is holding him TO IT -"do you have a dongle?" incredible -EMILY I LOVE YOU! 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CHEJ IS SO FUCKING STRONG -"goddamn paper lantern" -absolutely fuck you brennan -nevermind gorgug and adaine both passed the con saving throw -"i don't like you" lou really gets personally upset about this and i love that -nO NO NONONONO aelwyn and tracker are down -FUCK IT UP ADAINE -gdi brennan don't do this to us -ABSOLUTELY FUCK THE TREE -fig is straight up gonna kill her mom -this is scary as fuck -HANGMAN HAS A BREATH WEAPON AND YOU DIDN'T SAY SHIT??? CHOKE ON GRAPES BRENNAN -FUCK EM UP HANGMAN ABOUT 1 HOUR AND A HALF -wood elf is DOWN baby hoot growl -kristen thinks the elf is gak lol -23 DAMAGE??? AC OF 25??? ABSOLUTELY FUCK IT UP FABIAN -SHENANIGANS TIME FOR MURPH -HELL SECRET AGENT TIME -27??? RIZ YOU'RE THE HOTTEST -third the ball -imagine the ball is secretly SO HOT without the hat -YES BRENNAN GOT A NAT 1 EAT YOUR GODDAMN DICE -sweEET -fourth the ball (they've all been Lou cuz of course) -incredible turn murph -kalina is SO GOOD at skateboarding -#bloodphoto -KALINA HAS 23 WISDOM? absolutely fuck me -oh hELL YEAH FIG COUNTER THE COUNTER -emily is doing some SHIT right now you guys (fear spell) -DAMMIT that high as fuck wisdom -sorry WHAT she rips open sPACE??? -BABY BETTER SAVE THE GODDAMN DAY -let's go BABY -"mMMHHHHnnN leET ME tOUCh ItT" baby is fucking weird -"baby vs mommy" i love you siobhan -aelwyn better not DIE brennan -riz baby let's get it -trACKEr -nAT 1??? kristen is unCONSCIOUS?? -HUMAN DETERMINATION!!! 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RIZ IS ALIVE! -ayda is so turned on AHHH -I LOVE RIZ SO MUCH "am i interrupting something???" -fuck him UP chej! 3 hits, no crits -hell yeah mr. march!! oh sorry wrong series -a gROUP PROJECT i'm DEAD -someone in the chat called him "snac oyama" and you're rigHT -siobhan's straight fucking this tree UP -the spellcasters are like all out of spells at this point -fuck OFF arianwen. KILL YOUR MOM -"where's your father, aelwyn?" "last i saw, adaine killed him so *shrug*" i lOVE HER -FUCK THEM UP GORTHALAX -abolutely fuck the nightmare king -waIT GORTHALAX IS GONNA KILL THE NIGHTMARE KING -sidenote: fig calls gorthalax pops -dO IT BRENNAN kILL YOUR OWN BIG BAD -this treeant has GOT to be dead -NAT 1 on that attack?? SPRING BREAK BABY -no we haven't seen kalina in action brennan, and we do not want to -OH SHIT THE TIE! YOu just got FUCKed bRENnan eaT youR DICE -yeS AYDA ROAST HER -"GOTTEM!" -i'm sorry i just hallucinated, did you say 6 ATTACKS? -time to go VIRAL BABY -19 intelligence, 23 wisdom, 20 charisma for kalina? absolutely fuck me -riz just got kICKed! you absolutely hate to see it -GODDAMMIT -KALINA IS HOMOPHOBIC CONFIRMED ABOUT 2 AND A HALF HOURS -brennan be like "im about to kill this bird" -absolutely fuck me i hate this -let's go FIG -time to caTCH the bALL -murph has the same thinking face as riz and it's adorable -this is not very spring break brennan -DC 25 acrobatics check? c'mon faBIAN -29????? -fifth the ball (from the hangman) -"there's just something endearing about him" fabian loving his friends is adorable -absolutely fuck me that fire elemental is adorable -absolutely swaddle the ball -well hot take but fuck the nightmare king you guys -absolutely NOT brennan do NOT kill adaine you PSYCHO BITCH -PLEASE ADAINE LIVE -STRAIGHT DEAD? FULLY DEAD? FUCK OFF WITH THIS INSTAKILL SHIT BRENNAN -hell yeah ayda is back and kristen has the revivify diamond -aelwyn FULLY banished that unicorn -it's good to know ragh really doesn't want them to die -YES RAGH IS BACK BABY -fuck em up kristen -s/o to DND Beyond btw absolutely banger website -hell yeah mass healing word is awesome -clerics are GOOD you guys i should play more clerics -FUCK IT UP AYDA -SANDRA LYNN IS BACK BABY -skater chej is my favorite thing -aBSOLUTEly fuck the tree -i have no idea wHAT is happening ABOUT 3 HOURS -fuCK YOU nightmare king -i absolutely hate this battle but at least gorthalax is still standing -gorgug better split this gd tree -"what if we just kill kalina?" yeah zac it's that goddamn easy -brennan almost just fucked everyone -"does she want to borrow my teddy bear?" the SHADE -"MAKEOVERRR" i love you siobhan -this tree SUCKS -battlemaster is cool as fUCK SPRING BREAK -BARDY BOYS also i think that was a nat 20 -i can't imagine the thistlesprings watching the battle livestream and like worrying if gorgug is going to die -FUCK HER UP THE BALL -ABSOLUTE SHENANIGANS FROM MURPH! -with ADVANTAGE BABY -"has anyone seen my hat!?" keep it off baby you're HOT now -"mirrors negate mirrors" "i think oscar wilde said that" i love them -#hotrizweek? -holy shit fig is FUCKING THIS BATTLE UP -HELL YEAH KALINA ROLLS A NATURAL 2!!!! -hell yeah adaine is back and SO MUCH is happening that i'm like forgetting to write down my reactions -kill this woody motherfucker baby -the music is too lOUD -ok it's normal now -fuck em up gorgug -i'm sorry the chat is saying he did 90 DAMAGE?!?!?!? -KILL IT CHEJ ILY -fuck off brennan, absolutely fuck off -ABSOLUTELY FUCK OFF BRENNAN -gorthalax is FULLY DEAD? absolUTELY FUCK YOU -SAINT KRISTEN APPLEBEES -adaine has SOLVED THIS SHIT -god all the abernant names are confusing -fuck you kalina ABOUT 3 AND A HALF HOURS -BRENNAN I STG IF RAGH ENDS UP DEAD -hellish rebuke that bitch -c'MON faBIAN HIT that BITCH -wait is kalina a rogue and a druid? absolutely incredible -FUCK IT UP FABIAN -OMG THE HANGMAN BETTER FUCK THIS UP -YES THE BALL 31 DAMAGE -so the stream just ended. i'll say it again: absolutely fuck me -ok so we're back and kalina got fucked up -WHAT THE FUCK A NAT 20???????? YOU ABSOLUTELY LOVE TO SEE IT -ALLY WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THIS -I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS AND NEITHER CAN BRENNAN -MAGIC IS REAL AND SO IS MY ALLY -i can't believe this. eat your GOD damn DICE brennan! -OMG ARE THE NIGHTMARE KING AND THE GODDESS ONE AND THE SAME? -THEY ARE! THE NIGHTMARE KING IS THE NIGHTMARE QUEEN -brennan is CRAZY AHHHHH -brennan absolutely stop this tension -28 insight. brennan is fucked -GO TOWARDS HIM KRISTEN -YES!!!! PLEASE SAY THIS IS A GOOD THING -ALLY GOT A NAT 20 THEY BETTER BE RIGHT -fear. is. not. real. -this is just like the ending of moana -NO WAY BRENNAN I LOVE YOU (you wouldn't believe it from what i have said but it's true) -this is intense i'm about to cry -you're meeting god and you say "is it too early for this?" -LMAO 5'9" -Moral of the story: IDK and that's OK -ok ally make me cRy -HELL YEAH NEW SHIRT BABY -i'm so emotional -"well oBVIouslY cASsAndRa" i wish every deity had names as normal and human as cassandra -fuck them UP cassie -i love that tracker's just like "uh... babe?" -love having god in your corner -no more hangman puppy :((( -RIZTEN are the CUTEST i love them "i love all of them, riz the most, we know this" -"we still need the crown for our grade" FABIAN I LOVE YOU -"counselo- former counsel- i'm an assistant :(" why do y'all think this man is hot -KILL ARIANWEN -"she tried to hurt me in my shattered state?" "that's her MO" aww adaine my baby -HOLY SHIT PLEASE GIVE GILEAR ALL OF ARIANWEN'S MAGIC -GORGUG YOU SWEETHEART I LOVE YOU -cassandra throwing SHADE -ThE vANdS -aelwyn throwing SHADE -AWW RAGH I LOVE YOU BABY brennan lives another day -"a big bug gave me a riddle" that is NOT what happened -aww the hirelings are all crying and i DO NOT stan -hell YEAH cassandra OH I STOPPED KEEPING TRACK OF TIME IT'S BEEN OVER 4 HOURS -hELL YES HANGVAN -i love you fabian -nO IS CHUNGLE DOWN BIM REAL? -maybe the real chungle down bim is the friends we made along the way -GARTHY i love them -arthuR aGUEFORT - absolutely wild -ayda and arthur is crazy -"snOGGING THE HEADMASTER'S DAUGHTER ARE WE?" -awww that is so smooth fig "you don't need to make me the most magnificent creature because it seems you already have" -ARTHUR PULLS THROUGH -garthy is a cutie i love how they care so much for ayda -oH FUCK ME garthy is ayda's child from her previous life -"your girlfriend's daughter fucked your mom!" goddammit siobhan i can't handle this -if they fail i will cry -CHRONOMANCY!? absolutely fuck me -"professor principal headmaster aguefort" -hell yeah arthur you're killing it -faelwyn? absolutely can't handle it -aww kristen is baby -jawbone and sandra lynn are ok? amazing -jawbone is the best character -"our parents are great" kill me why don't you siobhan -AWWW FUCKING STOP BRENNAN WITH THESE GIFTS -i just cried he wants to adopt her -"you're easy to love" jawbone is fUCKING me up -LYDIA BARKROCK what a badass i love her already -"a pheonix whom everyone she touches is reborn better" fuck off emily -gorgug is a cutie <3 <3 -ABSOLUTELY KICK SKRANKS BIRD ASS -GORGUG CONFIRMED FUCKS -riz is a dork i love him -who knew "you're so much like your father" could make me feel like that -GILEAR IS MOVING THE FUCK IN BABY -GILEAR WITH SELF CONFIDENCE IS MY AESTHETIC -aww jawbone gave ayda autism books? jawbone is the sweetest to ayda cuz OF COURSE HE IS -AYDA GETS HER SPELL!!! -Ayda's Comprehend Subtext is the cutest spell ever -adaine and fig's friendship is too cute -craig has always been down for everything. i don't know craig but i love him -YES HOOT GROWL HOOT GROWL I'M SO PROUD OF RAGH -"BAD KIDS FOR LIFE" RAGH IS A CUTIE -NO FAELWYN IS REALLY HAPPENING I CAN'T -fabian's laugh is so cute -i love how nervous fabian is -WAIT FABIAN AND AELWYN ABSOLUTELY WILL FUCK? -fabian's gonna get his KISSES IN -aww i get how hyped figayda is but they are truly so adorable -weLL EMILY AXFORD I WILL LET YOU HURT ME LIKE THAT -they said i love you :((( -tracker only deserves the best -TRACKER'S GOING TO FALLINEL? I LOVE HER -ragh is going too? gay road trip! -that's adorable -ABSOLUTELY NOT BRENNAN FUCK OFF DO NOT SAY THE NIGHT YORB IS GONNA BE THE NEXT VILLAIN -BRENNAN NO YOU BITCH I HATE YOU THE NIGHT YORB IS THE VILLAIN OF JUNIOR YEAR? -that was crazy. i cried, i laughed. i am fuCKING HYPED FOR CROWN OF CANDY AND JUNIOR YEAR GANG!

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