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akampana · 3 years

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Prompt n.24 sounds very interesting. Arturia is a king, but also a knight. And the one thing a knight has by their side, is their trusted weapon...

But we know that sometimes, a weapon is not just a weapon. Sometimes its much more...

Right, Cu Alter?

24. “You will never lose me. I will always be right here beside you.”

Cu Alter x Arturia

One-shot, set in a world where Cú Chulainn and King Arthur exist in the same time period. Enjoy! Thanks for the ask!

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A loud clang resounded within the stone confines of the throne room, and yet it was quiet compared to the storm raging hell outside, and quieter still to the turmoil that wracked King Arthur’s mind.

Tristan’s desertion was followed by those of a number of knights. The first crack in the glass foundation that kept Camelot’s flag flying high. The exposure of Lancelot’s affair, however, was the hammer that finally smashed it to smithereens. Now here she was left amongst the rubble, with an aggrieved Gawain, a conflicted Bedivere and the cold, dead body of poor Agravain, who fell victim to her excommunicated First Knight. Arturia did not know where Merlin was. Kay had left months ago with all his fortune. She needn’t be a genius to know he wasn’t coming back.

What the people demanded was revenge for King Arthur’s cuckolding: the hunt and execution of the treacherous French knight that fled to his homeland, to whom Arturia held no grudge. Her logic demanded she carry out the farce, but what remained of her sealed-up heart did not.

From this derived her conflict, which she wrestled in solitude, here at the glaringly empty Round Table that used to seat her comrades.

Pursue the man she’s forgiven or stay her hand? Give the people what they want or stand by her own beliefs?

Arturia flinched as cool metal brushed against her fingertips, her startled eyes climbing to meet orbs the color of the wine she just spilled.

“King—!” the glare he sent her stilled her tongue at once, his inhuman crimson eyes glowing in the dim candlelight.

“Cú,” she corrected herself, wrapping her cloak tighter around herself. Her thinner night garbs did little to hide the secret of her sex. In the dead of night, she wasn’t expecting any visitors. Especially not at the Round Table, which was devoid of all life at this hour.

“Has your fire gone out for the night?” she said, twisting her father’s silver ring around her thumb as she spoke, “I will arrange for a servant to assist you at once—”

“Forget it,” interrupted the brutal warrior, reclining himself into Lancelot’s former seat as he poured his own goblet. “Can’t sleep in all this racket.”

She knew instinctively he didn’t mean the storm. Regretful green eyes inspected the mess in the corner, wasted wine that was a victim to her ire. Briefly, she wondered how the foreign king could hear her from all the way in the east wing, but it was hardly important. Cú was already a man of few words. He wouldn’t waste any on small talk.

“Yer gonna chase the bastard, aren’t ya? It’s what yer subjects want,” came his raspy declaration, cutting in through the silence just before a crack of lightning illuminated the room. Their eyes clashed in the glaring white light, blood orbs against evergreen.

“I can...I cannot deny them the justice they expect of me,” she answered, grief lacing the small voice that barely carried itself through the thunder.

“So you deny yerself. Just like you’ve done all yer life. Ain’t that right, Arturia?”

It took King Arthur a moment to fully grasp what had come out of his lips. Her breath began to labor as she wracked her brain for an excuse. Panic settled into her bones faster than the snow outside seeped into the grass. Before she could formulate anything, however, she felt Cú’s fingers encircle her wrist.

“Relax. I ain’t telling no one. Weapons don’t talk, remember?” he soothed, as much as an emotionless killing machine could, anyway.

“You are not just a weapon. We have been over this.” Arturia shot back, momentarily forgetting the source of her stress.

As her frantic breaths began to still, she managed a small question. “How long have you known?”

His claws released their grip, lamenting the small indents they left on her skin. “Since ya wasted yer fourteenth seat on a foreign king that once would have torn yer land asunder.”

Cú reached past her arms, lifting the wool cloak from the short king’s chest. Sure enough, he now had his confirmation, a modest chest that was so cleverly hidden behind her armor plates.

“‘Tis of little consequence to me,” he voiced, replacing the garment she pulled so closely around herself. She watched him as he gave her another glass of wine, trying to discern if he spoke the truth.

“I don’t bloody care about what’s between yer legs, the same way you never cared for this fucking tail that trails behind me. All I need to hear are yer orders,” her allied king continued, flicking away a loose strand of hair with the scaly appendage.

“If ya wanna kill Lancelot, Arturia, I’m with ya. Point me in the way of France. But if not, then gimme some other fucking command. I don’t give a shit, as long as it’s what ya want.”

The King of Knights pursed her lip, still unaccustomed to hearing her real name from one who wasn’t supposed to know her secret. Especially when the one who used it was someone she did not expect: the displaced King of Connacht, who was more frequently an envoy serving at her court as an allied Warrior of the Round Table than the ruler of his late queen’s territory. The latter job, Cú had delegated to Fergus, as the “Mad” King had chosen to dedicate his freedom to the one that liberated him.

Arturia shook off his crass manner of speech. After nearly a decade of having him by her side, she’d grown accustomed to his language, even if he was frequently scoffed at by Agravain and Gaheris when the siblings still lived.

The reminder of her knights’ deaths led her gaze back to her table and its empty seats. There were so few that still belonged to the living. Some of them were never to be filled again. Arturia turned to her right, to where Lancelot once sat, meeting ruby eyes instead of onyx ones.

“Then how about this,” she suggested, imprinting the Irish King’s face into her memory the same way she’d done for the rest of her knights. Slowly, she slipped off the silver ring she’d been fiddling with and slid it onto his pinky.

“Return to your homeland with as much gold as you can carry and my eternal gratitude. Take a fourth of the cattle. Reward each of those in your service with one and keep the rest to enrich Connacht.”

Thunder raged on outside the castle walls, but it was the silence of the king before her that unnerved Arturia to a ridiculous extent. For while neither were as talkative as her remaining nephew, the quiet had never been quite so tense.

“The hell?” Cú finally asked, glaring at the Pendragon ring with disgust instead of honor. “You’d have me run? Do ya think me a coward—”

“—I think you are a king that should not die for the flag of a kingdom that is not his,” she cut him off, grasping his hand before he could tear her father’s ring off. “You asked for an order. This is it.”

Cú Chulainn’s claws dug into the collar of her cloak, as he pulled her to his face, a menacing look upon his countenance.

“An order?” he grunted harshly, “Or a feeble attempt at driving me away before I can leave you?”

Arturia’s struggles suddenly ceased, her limbs going limp before the foreign king finally let go of her clothes. The chairs screeched as each ruler fell back onto them, the older one far more irate than the younger.

“That’s what this is about, isn’t it?” Cú murmured, his voice soft as his fist thudded onto the circular table. “Ya’ve been an absolute tool since that depressing redhead turned in his rank, and some thoughtless fools followed. Then ya let Lancelot leave, don’t even bloody try to tell me he got away.”

Arturia turned her head, hiding her eyes behind her hay-colored hair. It mattered not how her charisma could sway crowds, her tongue knew not how to lie. Green eyes searched the empty room, counting the few chairs that would be occupied tomorrow. Her sister’s remaining sons’, Bedivere’s and...oh, how very few.

Arturia rested her hand on his fist, urging him to keep the heirloom as proof of the great service he gave Camelot.

“Go home, Cú. I cannot...I cannot lose you, too.” the British king sighed, getting used to the chill of solitude. She’d always known that a life as king was a life alone. At least with Cú, she could choose the day he left, instead of spending her time counting the days till he made his exit, just like her knights, her wizard, her brother.

“Don’t ask something so fucking stupid then go looking so damn pitiful,” he responded, flipping their hands and dragging her into his space till her lips touched his.

There was a reason Cú had stayed, pawning off Connacht to someone else that deserved it more and joining Camelot’s court instead. Not only had Arturia broken the geis that kept him tied to Medb, but she also gave him purpose.

Cú never spoke of it, but he remembered their first meeting like it was yesterday.

It was on the battlefield, back when he was still bound by geis to serve another mistress. Medb, the sly vixen, had tricked him into her service, forcing him into the frontlines till he’d slain every single one of his former comrades.

Bathed in the blood of his friends, the red clouding his vision, the man who was once Ulster’s proudest warrior was no more. His valiant face was replaced by a monstrous visage, his armaments were stained black. Upon his head sat a crown of thorns, forced onto his head by a queen who knew nothing but chaos.

Before long, the name he was proud to take up had been given new meaning. He was no longer Ulster’s guard dog, but Medb’s rabid hound, who sunk his teeth into anything and everything that so much as irked the devilish queen. Cú Alter, she called him, now that she’d bent him to her tastes. Cú Alter, a fitting name to a warrior forced to tarnish his own title.

As the bodies piled up around him, no rhyme nor reason for their slaughter, Cú began to see himself in a darker light, grasping at straws for some sort of purpose behind all the mindless killing.

He must have been a monster. A monster that massacred all that stood in his way regardless of honor and glory. Yes, that must have been it, he convinced himself, finally submitting to the dark cage that his hated loathsome queen had put him under.

As the black chains dragged him deeper and deeper into his own personal hell, he took up his spear once again. It lashed out whenever he touched it, staining itself dark till the vibrant red he used to wield was nowhere to be found. Once more, to the battlefield, said Medb. Once more, he tore across it with a godlike ease.

Then suddenly the cursed spear collided with its match, a sword of shining light that glowed as bright as its wielder. He remembered the moment so clearly, his breath hitching at his throat as his strikes were pushed back, the wind pressure whipping his hood out of his face. His heart pounded with adrenaline as his gaze fell down to his opponent: a tiny little thing, so small they should have fallen to his last strike, but there they still stood, defiant green eyes staring up at him with no fear.

Rage overtook his figure, fueling his strikes as he tried to cast the small warrior back, but all his efforts were met with equal force.

“My name is Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot.” a small voice, too fragile to have been a man’s, rung out across the battlefield. Spear met sword once again, pausing in their dance.

“Your name, knight.”

Even though he stayed on his feet, it was like the king had pulled the rug from under him. Their eyes locked once more, and he saw himself within the green irises, staring mouth agape at his opponent.

His name? His name? How long had it been since he’d been asked for his name? How many foes had he slain since then? How many nameless faces had he sent to the grave? How could this person, this puny king, take one look at his monstrous form and face him like a knight regardless?

“Cú Chulainn,” came his raspy voice, which too often had been used to roar like a beast. It felt foreign on his lips, which had ‘til then spoke nothing but bitter resentment.

That day, Arturia saw more than the monster. More than the weapon he’d disillusioned himself into being. Cú followed the king after Medb’s defeat, intending to find some proof that it was all a fluke, but it never happened. Arturia never treated him or her knights like a weapon or a tool. Arturia treated him like an equal.

And now, years spent the line, she was robbing him of that feeling, sending him away with glory and riches. If he were younger, he’d have jumped at the prize of heroic fame, but that was no longer what he wanted. What he wanted was to be right here, right next to the person that made him feel human again.

As their lips parted, Cú sent a glare through the empty seats of each of the deserters. He’d never understand how they could leave their king behind. He’d met his fair share of monarchs— hell, he technically was one—and even as belligerent a person he was, he wouldn’t wield his spear for any other.

“You will never lose me,” Cú declared in between rough kisses. “I will always be right here beside you. Understand?”

The Irishman returned her ring as she nodded, breathless, into his shoulder. She had one. Even if the world were to turn on Arturia, she still had one. One that would stay forever beside her.

Beside her...

Beyond Cú, the shorter king saw the backrest of Lancelot’s former seat, and finally, she knew just what to do to settle the people and follow her heart at the same time.

“Disregard my previous orders. Heed this instead…”

As the words left his king’s lips, Cú Chulainn proudly grinned.

#and then the two of them make sure the battle of camlann never happens #the end #hahahaahh #akampana asks #love confession prompts #tysm for the ask!#cuturia #cu alter x arturia #cutoria #cu alter #arturia pendragon #artoria pendragon #arturia #artoria #saber #berserker #fgo #fate

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softyhyunjin · 4 years

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ldr ⊵ bang chan

Description: Distance definitely makes the heart grow fonder.

இ genre: friends to lovers, ldr, college au, angst?, def fluff

இ pairing: chan x reader

இ word count: 12.5k

warnings?: there’s alc, and a pretty mf hot chan

a/n: @changbeanie it’s been a while ´･ᴗ･` wow, just wow

↫ i ↬

“Chan, I need to spill the tea!”

He came to a halt, setting aside his unopened One Piece mystery figures. When he looked into the camera lens, his brows knit together in a little frown.

“No Y/N, you can’t spill the tea! The tea is hot, and if you spill it, you are gonna get burned,” Chan playfully scolded you and laughed shortly after.

“I’m serious Chan,” you whined, covering your face to hide your warm cheeks. Chan laughed even more. You didn’t know whether he was laughing at you or his joke. Maybe it was both.

He calmed down and leaned back into his gaming chair. Sighing in content, he looked at you from his monitor, smiling softly. “Go ahead, tell me,” Chan said.

“Can I really?” You removed your hands from your face and rolled your eyes.

“Yes, now go!” He chuckled.

“I caught Changbin on a date with someone!”

Chan faked a gasp, “Ahhh, no way.”

“Oh, so you knew?”

“Yes, but I’d like you to finish spilling the tea.”

“That’s all I wanted to spill,” you scoffed. Of course, Chan would know about Changbin’s love life, he was close to all his friends after all. Now, your reasoning for calling him went down the drain. Useless.

Chan shrugged, “He already told me his plan to confess to his crush a while back, so I’m not surprised. Ruby, I think that’s her name? Yeah.”

“Okay, goodnight then. I’ll call you later this week if I can,” you sighed in defeat, swiping your mouse pad to hang up.

“Wait, wait, wait. Y/N, you didn’t even let me finish opening the package you sent me. Don’t you want to see who I got?” His eyes lit up at his unopened One Piece figures.

“Not really, it cost me a fortune to ship it out to you,” you spun around in your chair, faking disinterest to the birthday boy, but in reality, you wanted to stretch the call as long as you could. You really missed him.

Chan had been studying abroad in Berlin for two months. You remember him speaking to you about it and listing his options in order: Berlin, Dublin, and Paris. When you asked why he placed Berlin as his first choice, he said its nightlife attracted him the most, which isn’t surprising, considering the night owl he is. And bonus, it was cheaper than his other options.

“Should I call Woojin to watch me unbox instead, then?” He cocked his brow.

“Do you really want him to watch you unbox it?” You pouted.

“Noo, I want you to watch me. But… I guess you don’t wanna,” Bang Chan shrugged.

“Ugh, you already know I do.”

“Then why didn’t you say so in the first place?” He teased further, enjoying his ability to easily earn a reaction from you.

“Are you coming back to Sydney for Thanksgiving?” You responded with a question.

“No, it would be pointless because I have to immediately fly back to Berlin for finals. Maybe I should stay here until the 22nd of December. Besides, I’m gonna miss it here. Oh-“ He excitedly tore off the wrap of his gift, “Tony Tony Chopper. I had a feeling I would get him,” he laughed.

“Oh,” you said in a small voice but quickly hid your disappointment and smiled. “I was hoping you’d get him.”

Inside, you were pretty bummed out. Not seeing Chan for over a month was torture. Whatever you wanted to try would have to wait until he got back: the new restaurant by the mall, going on a fishing trip, and using the remaining benefits of your favorite amusement park’s season pass. Most importantly, you chose to wait for him to come home so that the two of you could binge-watch the latest season of Stranger Things.

Chan had already caught the disappointment in your voice and put down the Tony Tony Chopper figure. Propping his elbow onto the desk, he used his palm to cup his chin, leaning into the monitor. Although he was ten thousand miles away, the gesture made him feel closer to you and Sydney. “You know that’s not what I meant. I miss home, my mum’s cooking, hanging with the guys, and cuddling with Berry. I get homesick at times, but I love it here.”

“I know, I’m just bored without you. I want to go bar hopping in Sydney again,” you groaned, feeling bad for making Chan explain himself when he didn’t even need to.

“Tch, you just want to see the guys drunk call their girlfriends again.”

“Not even! I only want to see Hyunjin drunk call his girlfriend, it’s so cute when he whines to her about wanting to be the little spoon. He gets so embarrassed whenever Jisung and I show him the recordings,” you cackled like a witch.

Chan shook his head in disapproval, chuckling at your words, “Y/N, You’re so evil. Just wait until you’re the one to drunk call somebody.”

“Who knows? Maybe I’ll have somebody by the time you come back,” you shrugged.

“Oooh, well, do you?”

“We’ll just have to wait until the next time we go bar hopping.”

“Then, you’re gonna have to wait for another two months,” he sang through the screen, his hand reaching for the mouse to select a song on one of his Spotify playlists.

SLANDER & Said the Sky - Potions (ft. JT Roach)

“It’s going to be a long wait,” you sighed, drumming your fingers against your desk.

“Every time you said a word, I was starin' at your lips. I don't think I've ever been so close to a love like this,” he sang along before taking a pause to say, “I’ll be home before you know it.”

Shooting him with a finger gun, you suggested, “Ahah! Are drinks gonna be on you?”

“Shouldn’t you be buying? I’m the one coming home.”

You scowled. “Ask the boys because you miss them.”

“Don’t worry, I miss you too,” Chan easily confessed, bobbing his head to the drop of the bass.

↫ ii ↬

“Gobble gobble gobble!”

“Shut up, we don’t even have a turkey,” Minho said, slapping Jisung’s ass when he took up the entire couch.

Jisung scooted enough for Minho to sit and used his lap as a pillow, “Hey, I told everyone to pitch in for our lovely Friendsgiving, but nooo! So, it ain’t my problem.”

“We pitched in for beef, that’s even better,” Hyunjin said, jumping back when the meat hit the electric grill, abruptly sizzling and splattering oil onto his hand.

“Gimme that, you’re going to end up burning the meat and your hand,” Jeongin took the metal tongs from Hyunjin, increasing the temperature of the grill and adding more slices of brisket.

“Haha, who are you trying to impress? Y/N?” Woojin joked.

Seungmin killed Woojin’s joke in an instant, “No, he’s trying to practice for his crush. They went out the other day and she cooked for him the whole time.”

Changbin stole the first slice of meat from the serving tray, saying with a mouthful, “Big fat rip, dude.”

“Hello?” Felix said after picking up an incoming call from his phone. He rolled his eyes at the person speaking on the other line, “Liv, I told you to always have your wallet on you. No, I am not going to drive over to drop it off. Just stop by the house on your way to the movies.”

“Your sister left her wallet at home again?” Jisung asked.

Felix shrugged, “Yeah, she always does that. I’m not gonna drop it off to her this time. Whatever, she said she’ll be here in ten.”

You wedged yourself between Felix and Seungmin on the couch, making yourself comfortable while Felix challenged Minho on Super Smash Bros. Jisung had just finished setting up his Nintendo Switch on Felix’s TV and tossed both controllers to the first round competitors. Felix selected Dark Pit whereas Minho did the random selection and got Ness.

“Nooooo! FUCK.” Felix screeched after Minho sent his character flying off the platform. You covered your ears but laughed at Felix’s loss.

Minho smirked, nodding to his opponent, wiggling his eyebrows. “Do you want to change your fighter?”

Rolling his tongue in his mouth, Felix shook his head, “No, rematch.”

The doorbell rang. Without a glance, too absorbed into his rematch with Minho, Felix asked you to open the front gate for Olivia. You left the couch and went outside to open it for her. When you opened the wooden gate, you found Bang Chan waiting outside instead of Felix’s sister. Your mouth went agape.

“You’re back...” You said, stepping aside to let him in.

Shock was still written across your face. He gently patted his carry on before leaning in to take a look at your face. Jokingly, he said, “I take it that you’re not thrilled to see me, should I leave then?”

Seeing him in person made your heart swell. You suddenly remembered how much you missed him. Overwhelmed by his presence, your eyes began to pool with tears and just could not stop. Without blinking, a big, fat tear escaped. Wiping the stray tear with the sleeve of your hoodie, you wanted to stop crying but wound up sniffling.

Chan reached for your other arm, gently drawing small circles with his thumb. He couldn’t help but laugh as he attempted to soothe you. “Hey, hey, why are you crying?” He cooed, throwing another joke, “Maybe I should just leave…”

“No, don't.”

Although tears kept on falling, you laughed back and patted your cheeks dry with your sleeve. Chan let go of the carry-on, spreading his arms wide for only one reason. You accepted his invitation, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his torso. “Don’t worry, I missed you too. But I didn’t expect you to cry so much,” he teased.

The vibration his laughter gave off, made your insides feel warm and fuzzy. Chan smelled like fresh laundry mixed with the familiar cologne he only wore for special occasions. He rocked you side to side, and you could feel the smile spread across his face from his chuckling. You wanted to hug him even longer but a notification went off, causing both of you to pull away from each other.

It was coming from the Apple Watch gifted to him from everyone for his 21st birthday. Chan checked the notification, disregarding it when it began to spam. “Let’s go inside,” he said, patting your shoulders to make you head in first.

“Finally! What took you so long?” Felix jumped from the couch to give Chan a hug.

Chan gave a nonchalant shrug, “My mum wouldn’t stop talking. If it weren’t for Hannah and Olivia needing a ride to the mall, I would’ve gotten here much later.”

“Christopher Bang, I have been waiting for you,” Jisung swooped in, giving Chan a bear hug. Then, weakly whispered into his dear friend’s ear, “If it was any longer, I would’ve died from starvation.”

You frowned all of a sudden. “Wait, all of you guys knew he was coming back for Thanksgiving?”

“Surprise!” Felix awkwardly laughed because he knew you were going to strangle him later.

“Yeah? Why wouldn’t he come back? It’s Thanksgiving,” Hyunjin walked out of the kitchen with the rest of the guys to hug Chan.

“You said you weren’t though,” you said, narrowing your eyes at Chan. He removed the black cap from his head, sheepishly running a hand through his... dark brown hair? There was no longer a strand of dirty blonde. “Oh my god, and you dyed your hair back to your natural hair color,” you gasped.

“Boy, I am starving,” he whistled, purposely ignoring your stare.

Jisung wrapped his arms around yours and Chan’s shoulders, inhaling the aroma of Seungmin’s freshly baked pies coming from the oven. “I’m so fucking stoked to eat. Let’s eat.”

↫ iii ↬ bh.pt.i ↫

Famous Dex - Japan

“Baby girl, what you doing, where your mans? I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan.”

Chan sang Japan by Famous Dex, pointing to Felix once they both made eye contact. Felix quickly caught on, finishing the chorus with a strong dab, “I ain't doin' no playin', these red bottoms, not no Vans. And she tellin' all her friends, I might put 'em on the Gram, aye!”

“I don’t know you two anymore,” you cringed at the pair. Once the song was over, they started singing to Lil Uzi Vert’s ‘XO TOUR Llif3.’

“Should've saw the way she looked me in my eyes. She said baby I am not afraid to, die. Push me to the edge, all my friends are dead, push me to the edge, all my friends are dead,” they both sang, clasping each other’s hands and bobbing their heads.

“Ah shit, the Uber driver is gonna be outside in two minutes,” Felix cursed and ran upstairs to his room to grab his bomber.

“Hurry, or else we’re going to leave you!” Chan shouted towards the stairs, then, lowering his voice to tell you, “Let’s leave him.”

You rolled your eyes, and he cracked a smile.

After Thanksgiving, Chan had two and a half days left before heading back to Berlin. You wanted to spend as much time as you can with him. Not only you, but everyone else wanted to. And the perfect way to do it:

Bar hopping. (bh)

Jisung brought up the idea because he wanted to buy his friend a drink. It was a treat for Chan since he’s been away for nearly three months. But also, Jisung was anticipating to record any of Hyunjin’s embarrassing moments. For him, it was killing two birds with one stone.

“Thank you, sir, have a good one,” Chan said to the Uber driver, waving goodbye as he was the last to exit the backseat of the car.

Felix scanned the area, squinting whenever he saw anyone coming out of a shop. “Uh, we just arrived. Where are you- Oh! I see Woojin waiting in the front,” he hung up.

“I’m so hungry.” Your stomach grumbled.

“Yoooooo! Broski, over here,” Felix waved both hands in the air. The three of you approached Woojin, giving him a hug before entering the bar.

Everyone was already seated inside munching on some salted peanuts. Changbin tossed a peanut into the air, and Jisung caught it in his mouth, extending his arms in the air to gloat his victory. “Now buy me a drink,” he demanded.

“Fine,” Changbin scoffed but agreed.

Once the three of you settled down in the large booth, Woojin ordered a beer and a shot of tequila for each person. You were excited to drink but hated tequila. It was the first alcohol to ever give you a massive hangover. The taste was disgusting and a measly whiff could still trigger your gag reflexes.

“Alright, whoever finishes last needs to take another shot of tequila,” Felix snickered.

“Ugh, no,” Hyunjin groaned.

Chan leaned in to whisper into your ear, “Will you be able to handle it?”

You bumped your left shoulder against his right, “Of course, who do you think I am?”

Changbin knocked on the table, grabbing everyone’s attention. “3! 2! 1! Go!”

You chugged the beer while keeping your eyes open for the rest of the guys. Most of them started off with their shot of tequila to get it over with while you, Jisung, and Jeongin started off with beer. By the time you were halfway done with your beer, the tequila starters were beginning to touch their beers. Some were still making faces from sucking the complementary lime wedges that came with the tequila.

Finishing the last of your beer, Jisung slapped the table with his shot glass. Still sucking his like wedge, he pointed at you to hurry so you can come in second place. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, grabbing the lime wedge in one hand and the tequila shot in the other, downing it in one go. “That’s so fucking nasty,” you whined and chewed into the lime wedge.

“Done,” Changbin said, sliding his empty drinks into the center of the table.

Next, Chan burped out loud, saying, “I’m done. Excuse me.”

When everyone finished, the order came out to be: Jisung, Y/N, Changbin, Chan, Woojin, Minho, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin, Hyunjin.

“FUck, this shit. I hate bar hop… ping,” Hyunjin complained, burping in defeat.

“Bottoms up, loser,” Jisung laughed.

“Drink! Drink! Drink!” Everyone chanted, cheering when Hyunjin finished the last of the devil’s juice. Already, his face was getting red as he lazily brushed his messy bangs away from his eyes.

Even though Jeongin was second to the last place, he was eager to move on to the next round. Rubbing his hands in excitement, he asked, “So what’s next?”

↫ iii ↬ barhopping pt.ii ↫

“We are just going to take it chill this round,” Seungmin cutely laughed.

The lightweight slurred, jabbing his index finger onto Seungmin’s chest, “No, you wanted to take it chill this round.”

“He’s trying to save you,” you slapped Hyunjin’s back, “But I don’t mind taking it chill this round.”

Already tipsy and spouting out nonsense like always, Jisung called you out, “Y/N, what’s with the getup today?”

He really emphasized the makeup and your fitted black off-shoulder top with dramatic John Cena hand movements. You grew embarrassed by the sudden attention. Now, everyone’s eyes were on you, especially Bang Chan’s. Your cheeks grew warm as you blushed, but that honestly did not matter because the lighting of the second bar was dark enough to hide them.

“Jisung, they’re just falsies,” you rolled your eyes.

Hyunjin cocked an eyebrow into your direction, “My girlfriend likes to wear them when she’s going out. Are you going out with anybody?” He put his head down and burped. “Keeping seCrets huh? uGH, I miss my girlfriend.”

“Nooo, definitely not…” You sighed, “I just felt like doing something different today.”

“Is it because Chan is back?” Seungmin felt like he cracked the Da Vinci Code. Ridiculous.

“You’re ridiculous, Kim Seungmin.”

Felix intervened, lazily karate-chopping his arm into the table. Thanks to him, he saved you from making a fool of yourself. “What about me? Didn’t you know anything different about me today?” He slurred.

“You’re drunk,” Seungmin pointed out the obvious.

“No, not yet. I got a new bomber, duh. Go ahead, touch it,” Felix suggested. He grabbed Seungmin’s hand, hovering it over his jacket. Then, Felix made him caress the smooth material.

Both you and Chan burst out laughing. Then, you both turned to look at each other. When your laughter died down, you glanced at his plump lips and looked away with a sigh on yours.

Why did you go out of your own way to put on makeup and wear your silver drop earrings? The top was a gift from one of your girlfriends. It’s been sitting in your closet for ages, but still, it was something different.

The guys began to plan for the winter break agenda and Chan joined in on the conversation. He remembered the video call between you and him. It was around the time of his birthday when he unboxed the mystery One Piece figures you sent to him... Did you ever find somebody?

For a moment, there was this unsettling feeling growing inside of his chest. Yeah, why did she look differently today, is what he thought. You were never ‘ugly’ in his opinion, you were just Y/N. Whatever you choose to do shouldn't matter, so Chan did what anyone would do: He brushed it off.

Chan glanced over, feeling a little taken aback when you laughed at something Minho said about Hyunjin. Whenever he was surprised, his eyebrows did this thing where they would cutely knot upwards and his eyes would light up. But this time, it was different. Yes, he was surprised but the expression on his face grew soft immediately after you made eye contact with him.

You raised the glass of your favorite cocktail to your lips, nodding in excitement when Jisung ‘secretly’ whipped out his phone and began recording Hyunjin. Then, you broke into a playful grin while biting into the black stirring straw before sipping your drink. Yeah, he thought you were really attractive right now.

For some reason, Bang Chan felt like his body was engulfed by flames.

You raised a brow, offering him to try your drink with a smile. Chan blinked back, totally aware he was staring at you. Luckily, you weren’t and thought he was curious about your drink.

Turning down your offer, he decided to lay off on the drinking for the rest of this round. It was the alcohol causing him to feel this way, or that’s what he thought.

If not, this was going to be a big problem.

↫ iii ↬ barhopping pt.iii ↫

“Last but not least, we are going to get hammered with soju and meat,” Jisung cupped Changbin’s cheeks, then, patting them like how Asian grandmothers would select the perfect watermelons.

Before Changbin could place him into a chokehold, Jisung clumsily ran into the restaurant to request for seats. He almost ran into one of the patio heaters in the process. “Come back, you fucking squirrel!” Changbin waved his fist in the air like an old man.

He adopts a sailors’ mouth when he drinks lol.

Hyunjin had an arm draped over Woojin’s shoulders. He’s already sobered up by now. “Let’s make sure he gets hammered tonight,” he said, then, pointed a finger at you, “And Y/N.”

“I say we should go for it,” Woojin supported his friend.

Your eyes widened. “What did I do?”

“He’s still salty you sent recordings to his girlfriend,” Jeongin teased Hyunjin, his eyes effortlessly creasing into the cutest eye smile. He reminded you of a baby fox.

“I didn’t, it was Jisung. Recordings were sent from his phone,” You shrugged and stuck your tongue out when Hyunjin mimicked you.

Jisung peeked at everyone from the restaurant door and caught Seungmin’s attention first, signaling him to bring everyone inside. Seungmin said, “Let’s go, seats are ready.”

“I already picked out the meats. Now, the hardest part is choosing the soju flavor,” Jisung looked at the drinks menu with heart eyes.

Changbin took the menu from Jisung’s hands, cockily skimming through it. “Leave it to me, I know what we should stay away from.”

When the waiter came by, Changbin ended up ordering two large yogurts, two fruit-flavored, and two original soju. Seven drinks. Everyone looked at him with their jaws dropped. “You’re actually insane,” Felix said even though he was at a loss of words.

“The frat boy mentality has sprung onto him. It’s too late, we can’t save him,” Chan cried, covering his warm face, dramatically tugging it downwards with both hands.

You sighed and lay your head onto Chan’s shoulder. You were still buzzed, but it was going to be a long night. Earlier, he put his jean jacket over your shoulders when some guy walked by and gave you a whistle. You were very uncomfortable from receiving the unwanted attention coming from a sleazebag and hid behind Chan’s broad frame.

You were getting tired but still wanted to have fun. Chan’s shoulder was a muscular pillow. Your eyes glanced at the sleeve of his black T-shirt. Then, your eyes trailed down to his arm veins, his hand, and the ring on his pinky finger. It was your gift to him for his birthday this year. There was this strong urge to place your hand on top of his and flip it over so that the palm of his hand would be open for you to entwine your fingers in.

Fuck, why is he so hot?

You didn’t actually do it though, you could not bring yourself to. When you tilted your head upwards, Chan was laughing at Woojin’s disaster story about his most recent blind date. He must’ve felt your gaze on him so he stopped paying attention to the story. Chan laid his eyes on you while you blinked back in surprise with a tinge of pink on your cheeks. His eyes held your gaze momentarily before trailing down to your lips, and so did you.

You were both waiting for something to happen. The tension-

“Drinks and meat are here,” Minho excitedly cleared the table for the waiter.

Both you and Chan looked away from each other at the same time. You instantly removed your head from his shoulder, and he cleared his throat. You were both left feeling embarrassed, however, Chan also felt nervous. You, on the other hand, felt a heavyweight on top of your chest.

For this last round of bar hopping, you both avoided any sort of eye contact or slight skinship with one another. It was too risky, making a nervous wreck out of both you and Chan.

“Let’s play Truth or Drink mixed with Never Have I Ever,” Changbin said, pouring a drink into everybody’s shot glass, filling it to the brim.

Minho scoffed but enjoyed the idea, “You’re just asking for everyone to drink.”

“That’s the point.”

“Never have I ever almost joined a cult back in high school,” Jisung tsked over to his friend, snickering when Hyunjin and Jeongin downed the shot in one go.

Hyunjin went next and glared at Jisung, “Never have I ever lived in Malaysia during my childhood.”

Jisung narrowed his eyes at Hyunjin, chewing on a piece of meat after drinking his shot. “Playing like that, I see.”

“Well, you started it.”

“No, you.”

“You.”

Chan interrupted their bickering, and said, “Moving on, never have I ever… Cheated on an exam.” Everyone groaned, drinking except for him, Seungmin, and Hyunjin. Then, it was your turn.

“Er… Never have I ever blacked out from drinking,” you peeked around, raising your glass to everyone. Changbin, Woojin, Chan, Jisung, Hyunjin, and Felix all clinked their glasses together.

“Alcoholics,” Minho shook his head, eyeing each person with false disappointment written on his face.

“Shut the fuck up, you have no right. You’re the goddamn instigator,” Jisung kicked Minho’s foot under the table.

“Stop playing footsies with me.”

“Oh, I can stop whenever I want to.”

“Can I go now?” Seungmin stuck a piece of rib finger into Jisung’s mouth. Everyone gave him the go, so he suggested, “Let’s do Truth or Drink this round, and the question applies to everyone. If you were a serial killer in a movie, who would you kill first? On the count of three, point your finger to the person. 3! 2! 1!”

“Wow.” And it wasn’t hard to guess who it was.

The rest of the night went by like that, playing more rounds of Never Have I Ever and Truth or Drink. More than half of the group was drunk and Hyunjin had his head down. He already knocked out and was drooling. You were drunk too but waited for Felix to take his turn.

Propping your chin in the palm of your right hand, you felt your eyelids become heavier the longer Felix took to ask his question. Finally, he asked everyone, “What are you the most grateful for?”

“I’m the most grateful for my cats,” Minho brought up his fingers and began to list each cat, “Soonie, Doongie, and Dori. Sometimes, I get hissed at but I still love them all.”

It was Chan’s turn. “Mmm,” he thought, “I’d say, my parents, because if they never gifted me with music, I wouldn’t be CB97 right now.”

“And there wouldn’t be SPEARmint and your one and only,” Jisung sluggishly pointed to himself, groaning, “J.One.”

“It’s SPEARB,” Changbin whined, hugging Jisung.

Chan was beginning to sober up and sipped on his half-full glass of water. Getting sentimental and smiling over to his rap unit members, his ears perked up when it was your turn. You had your head and arms sprawled across the table, earning a laugh from Minho when you palmed your forehead with a disgruntled look on your face. Your head hurt, but you continued, “I am grateful for a lot of things. My dog, meeting my ultimate bias, and having you guys in my life.”

“That’s so generic, be more specific,” Minho teased.

“Lix, I’m grateful for Felix. If my dad never met his dad in their twenties, I would’ve never grown up with Lix. My dad wouldn’t have almost accidentally run over him that one time when he was running away from Rachel.”

“Huh, I remembered that day. Rachel got so mad at me for reading her diary. I mean, she did leave it on the couch,” Felix reminisced, chuckling at the memory from long ago.

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, a little confused with what you shared. “Shouldn’t you be grateful for your dad meeting Felix’s dad? And not Felix?”

“Sure, but it’s Felix I am most grateful for. Because without him, I would’ve never met everyone else… and Chan,” you patted Felix’s bomber with your eyes closed and expected him to feel touched by your words.

“Why say it like that? What differentiates Chan from everyone else?” Jeongin asked with a small pout on his lips. Chan wanted to know as well. He didn’t know why you paused a little before saying his name. Was he special to you in any way?

Yeah. What differentiates Chan from everyone else?

“Stop asking me, and let’s move on to Felix. It hurts to think,” you complained.

↫ iv ↬

“Oi bro, today was fun. But I’m fucking wasted,” Felix burped. He leaned his head against the door frame while intensely staring at the door handle. Concentration was key, literally. Felix needed to press the correct keys or else you, him, and Chan would be sleeping in the front yard tonight. Nobody was home.

“You good there, buddy?” Chan asked with a concerned tone.

Felix entered the correct code and the numbers on the keypad lit up blue, making him internally jumping with happiness. “Ohh hell yeah. Uh-”

Then, he pushed through the door, startling Chan as he ran through the living room and into the kitchen to hurl into the nearest trash can. Chan quickly went after Felix while still carrying you on his back. “Bro,” he cringed at the loose chunks in the trash can and rubbed Felix’s back, “Keep throwing up, it’ll definitely make you feel better. I’m gonna get you some water. Just let me take Y/N upstairs.”

Felix waved Chan off and said he’d be fine. He was going to go straight to his room afterward, change into his pajamas, and chug the huge hydro flask by his bed. It seems like Felix planned for this to happen, so Chan didn’t have to worry much.

Chan carried you upstairs to the guest room and carefully unwrapped your arms from his neck when he sat on the bed. When he let go, you hit the back of your head against the headboard and whined in pain. “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

“Ugh, how long have I been out for,” you said, clutching onto the back of your head.

Chan shrugged, turning around to look at you. “Just the ride back home.”

“I’m not looking forward to a hangover tomorrow.”

You expected Chan to respond but there was no reply. When you peeked one eye open, he was gone. You sighed, rolling to your side to face the window. Why did you feel so puzzled all of a sudden?

“Are you asleep?” A voice whispered from the end of the bed.

It was Chan and he had a tall glass of water in his hands. You sat up, thanking him as you took the glass and greedily drank from it. When you finished, you placed it onto the nightstand before laying on your back again.

“Am I different?” Chan suddenly asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Like, am I different from the others?”

You lightly shoved his arm with your foot. “Other guys? Yeah, you’re CB97.”

He shook his head. It wasn’t the answer he wanted. “No, actually, never mind,” he said, changing his mind.

You frowned and sat up. Then, you nudged his arm, bugging him to tell you, “What is it? Tell me, Bang Chan.”

When you whined, even more, he softly chuckled, facing you with a smile. The only source of light came from outside’s yard lamp through the window slits. You held in a breath when he leaned in.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

↫ v ↬

“Y/N, why are we doing this? You know I can’t bake.”

Felix frowned at the baking instructions displayed on his phone. He was having a hard time converting grams to ounces because the mixer was too disruptive. It was annoyingly loud. For the love of god, he spilled some powdered sugar onto the counter.

“I need help, Lix. It’s hard to make macarons by myself,” you huffed, blowing a strand of your bangs out of the way.

“What’s in it for me? I could be sleeping in right now,” Felix scoffed but went to the cupboard to grab sugar, salt, and almond flour.

“You get to spend quality time with me for free. Also, you can eat delicious strawberry macarons. They’re your favorite.”

He shook his head, “No, they’re Chan’s favorite. I already knew your intentions the moment you asked to come over. And, I like banana flavored.”

“What’s with you and banana?”

“Don’t you just love the way it’s pronounced? Banana,” he smiled, thinking about bananas.

Handing Felix the electric mixer, you bossed him around, enjoying every moment of it, “No, now beat the eggs with the mixer until it becomes stiff peaks,”

“Y/N, If you like Chan, it’s okay to admit it. I won’t judge you,” he said, cracking a couple eggs into a large bowl, then scooped the yolks into a smaller bowl, “But I’ll make fun of you.”

You paused whatever you were doing to ask, “Why’d you say that out of the blue? That’s odd.”

“Look,” he paused, “When have you ever went out of your way to gift homemade cookies for someone? This is cute child’s play Y/N.”

“Never. But everyone is getting a share of this batch, so I don’t know why you’re quick to assume,” you nervously shrugged. Why were you nervous? There was no reason.

“But who were you thinking of surprising when you bought the ingredients?”

You eyed the egg whites sliding off the cracked eggshells in his hand as they slowly dripped into the mixing bowl. Cringing at his sloppiness, you told him to start mixing and less talking. “Why would I like him, it’d never work out between us,” you muttered under your breath.

“Just don’t complain to me when he comes back with a girlfriend from his study abroad program,” Felix annoyingly sang, hitting the power button on the electric mixer. You felt something inside of you sort of snap.

“What?” You asked.

“You’re not the only girl he’s friends with. You know that right?”

“Yeah, of course,” you said, trying to hide your disappointment. You were no special exception and it somehow made you feel more hopeless. Felix knew his words must’ve triggered something so he decided to tone it down.

“As your best friend, I know when you’re into someone. This time, it’s different. You may not think you’ve liked Chan for a long time, but trust me, I know,” Felix turned down the mixer to add some sugar with the whipped egg whites, “No matter how many guys you’ve liked in the past, you’d always set them aside for Chan. You don’t do things like having late-night phone calls, binge-watching One Piece, or bake fancy cookies for anyone else. Only Chan. Admit it before I knock some sense into you, idiot. You have a soft spot for him.”

“I do not…” You said in denial, but who were you trying to convince?

“Whatever,” Felix gave up and rolled his eyes. He adjusted the speed of the electric mixer, adding the rest of the sugar into the whipped egg whites.

When Felix finished whipping the egg whites, they became stiff peaks. He removed the mixer from the bowl, distracted by the mixture’s consistency and unwillingness to budge. “Hey, Y/N,” he tapped your shoulder before holding the bowl of stiff peaks upside down above his head, “Check this out.”

“YONGBOK WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” You screamed his Korean name, hoping the mix wouldn’t fall onto his head and get on the floor.

“Look, it’s not falling hehehe,” Felix laughed, remembering how he saw something like this in a Tasty video.

You grabbed Felix’s shoulders in hopes of him putting the bowl down but then he placed it over your head and laughed. “Oh my god, if it gets in my hair, I’m gonna kill you,” you vigorously shook him.

Felix laughed and put you in a headlock, threatening to coat your face in stiff peaks. “You started it by calling me Yongbok.”

“Yongbok, Yongbokie, LEE YONGBOK,” you giggled when he locked you in tighter. His soft hoodie tickled your neck and you were scared of getting smeared with the cookie mixture.

“What are you guys doing?”

Felix dropped his arm to his side and placed the mixing bowl onto the counter. You stood up, fixing your now messy ponytail and awkwardly coughed.

Chan stood by the kitchen entrance with his arms crossed, looking somewhat displeased. You looked anywhere else but him. When you finally made eye contact with Chan, he quickly avoided it and cleared his throat. “I just came to say goodbye,” he said.

“But isn’t your flight at 5?” Felix glanced at his oven’s built-in clock, “It’s not even noon yet and you’re already leaving?”

“My parents want to have lunch with me before dropping me off at the airport. They invited my grandparents and other relatives, so it’s going to take a while.”

“Do the rest know?”

Chan nodded, “Yeah, I’m going to head back to grab my luggage after lunch, but I messaged them earlier and came to say goodbye just in case.”

Felix walked over to Chan and gave him the tightest bear hug, “Take care and stay safe. I’ll see you in a few weeks?”

“Yeah, and take care as well,” Chan smiled.

“For sure.”

When their hug was over, Felix said he needed to grab a charger from upstairs because his phone was about to die. You didn’t want to be alone with Chan because you were afraid of acting weird around him, then no one could save you. “What are you two making?” Chan nodded at the mess in the kitchen.

You shyly smiled, “Uh… Cookies? Hey Chan, are you going to stop by here again after your family lunch?”

“Maybe not, I’m not sure. I’ll call you if I do.”

“Hmmm, okay,” you nodded awkwardly, “I guess I’ll see you in a few weeks too.”

“Yeah, I’ll be back before you know it,” Chan smiled and began teasing, “Better not be a crybaby once I leave.”

You slapped his arm, “It won’t happen again, just let it gooo.”

“Hmm, nooo,” he laughed.

When Chan’s laughter died down, he stared at you with a small sigh. You were acting a little different today and he kind of had an idea as to why. He thought you sensed something unusual about his behavior, making you feel awkward towards him. He just wanted to board the plane right now and get his thoughts settled.

Chan wanted you to give him a hug like always but you refrained from doing so. By the time Felix came back down with his charger, he sensed the weird atmosphere and mouthed to you, ‘What did you do?’

You narrowed your eyes at him and Chan’s phone rang at the same time. It was Lucas on the other line, asking when his brother would be home since their grandparents would be arriving soon. Chan took that as a cue to be on his way, leaving you in the kitchen as Felix walked him out of the front door.

Felix came into the kitchen confused, “What happened when I was gone?”

“Nothing, we were just talking.”

“Do you think we’re going to finish baking these macarons by the time he leaves to the airport?” Felix scratched his head.

“I hope so,” you sighed. If you worked efficiently enough, it’s possible to finish on time.

Chan quietly sat in the back seat of the minivan with his younger siblings on the way back from the restaurant. He’d usually bug Hannah about her recent boy crushes or watch Lucas play Monster Hunter on his 3DS. This time, he stared out the window with his EarPods in. A lot was on his mind.

Chan felt sort of jealous, then stupid, then fine again. It was a cycle on his way back to the house. He knew Felix didn’t have any romantic feelings for you, but the tinge of jealousy would not leave his system. Chan let himself into the house when Felix had just finished mixing whatever. He was curious as to why Felix was up so early since his best friend tends to sleep in till noon during breaks.

When Chan heard your voice, his ears perked up like a dog. He felt excited to see you and walked into the kitchen, hoping to surprise you. Instead, Chan himself was surprised when he found Felix holding you in a headlock. You were laughing and squirming in Felix’s hold, making Chan wish he didn’t see that.

Not once have you laughed like that with Chan since he came back to visit. Chan thought you developed a crush on Felix but haven’t told him. But how could you not? You always tell Chan everything. He didn’t care if you liked someone… So what?

When they arrived home, Chan’s father pulled into the driveway. Everyone went inside to rest for a little while before sending him off to the airport. Chan still needed to go upstairs, so he could grab his things and load them into the trunk. After carrying his luggage downstairs and to the minivan, Chan popped open the trunk, halfway loading his things but stopped when his phone went off.

He picked up the call with his earphones, unaware of the person calling, “Hello?”

“H-have you left to the airport yet? Or are you still at home?” You said, heavily panting on the other line of the call.

“Y/N?” Chan asked surprised, “I’m still at home. I just got back.” He waited for you to answer but you had already hung up. “Hello? Y/N?”

“Chan!” You ran up to him, exhausted and a little sweaty. Then, you placed a hand on your waist to keep yourself up as you slowly regain your breath.

“Did you run here?”

“Yes.”

“What? Why?”

You stuck your hand into the inside of your denim jacket and fished out a decent packaged goodie bag. “I didn’t want you to leave empty-handed, so I made you these.”

You never fail to catch Chan off guard these days. He slowly unraveled the bag as if it were a delicate rose, and peeked inside to see a couple of pink macarons. Although several of them were cracked because Felix opened the oven midway into baking, causing them to deflate, there were some good ones.

“Is this what you were baking with Lix?” Chan asked. When you nodded, a smile couldn’t help but form on his lips.

“Yeah, sorry if I didn’t ask you to stay or say much. I wanted it to be a surprise,” you shyly glanced around him, hoping he’d try one of the cracked cookie sandwiches.

“Huh, I would’ve never guessed,” Chan laughed. As dumb as it sounds, he felt better knowing you were thinking of him.

You peeked into his goodie bag, “Are you going to try one?”

“Yeah, here,” he handed you one before taking a bite of his own.

You thought it was cute when Chan slowly chewed on the cookie. His eyes formed into crescents once he recognized the flavor. After finishing one macaron, he wrapped the bag, closing it and stuffed it into his pocket, “I’m saving these for when I wait to board the plane.”

“Here, eat mine,” you offered the uneaten macaron in your hand.

“You don’t like strawberries?”

“No, I do. But I know you like them more, so here,” you brought the miniature sandwich to his lips, smiling when he opened his mouth.

“Fanks, tho good,” Chan said with a mouthful.

“Ew, chew with your mouth closed.”

“Hmmm,” he swallowed the last of the macaron, “I said they’re really good, and thank you.”

Sighing in relief, you said, “Of course, I’m glad they come out burnt.”

“They came out kinda ugly though.”

You hit Chan’s bicep. “Then don’t eat them,” you held your hand out, “Return them.”

Chan laughed but reached into his pocket. Instead of handing the cookies back, he grabbed your hand and pulled you in for a hug. As his arms wrapped around your shoulders, he hugged tighter. You uncontrollably smiled, returning his hug and laughed at his sly move. Chan notices how he loves it when he’s this close to you. It makes him feel good to be around you.

He likes to do this thing where he rocks you back and forth in his arms. You remembered the first time he did it was when you were juniors in high school. You embarrassed yourself in front of a guy you liked at the time and felt down for the whole day. It wasn’t until after school where you were forced to tag along with Felix and Chan to eat pizza which made you feel better. Although you weren’t by the time you met up with them, both caught the sight of your glossy eyes.

Felix said he had to head back early because he needed to study for a bio test, but you and Chan both knew he would end up playing video games instead. Chan bought you a smoothie and walked you home since it was on the way to his. Before he let you go, he gave you a bear crushing hug, rocking you back and forth while telling you to cheer up and stop being a crybaby. His way of cheering you up always made you laugh and feel warm inside.

Chan was your big, swol teddy bear.

Fuck it, you liked him... It didn’t matter. You will deal with it later.

“Did you really think I’d give them back?” He playfully teased.

“If you did, I will never make you anything ever again. Ungrateful jerk,” you huffed, pretending to be angry.

“Nah, I’d never,” he said softly.

“When are you leaving?” You said, your voice a little muffled from being too close against his jacket.

“Pretty soon. We’re just waiting for my dad to get off his food coma.”

“Ohh okay.”

Still hugging you, Chan felt like he really needed to say it. You already know though and it wouldn’t change anything, but a strange feeling of realization hit him. As cheesy as it sounds, he wanted to give you a light kiss on your forehead. Wow, he likes you and he is finally sure of his feelings.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna miss you,” Chan took a deep breath, “I always do, so don’t be a crybaby when I leave.”

↫ vi ↬

Chan rushed back to his dorm, feeling a surge of inspiration out of nowhere. It was a pain to sit through the last half of class when he was so eager to leave. He was excited to hop on his keyboard to work on a mix.

Once he stepped into his room, he dumped his backpack onto the floor and stripped off his hoodie, tossing it onto the bed. Then, he pulled out the keyboard pad from his desk and began to set up his laptop and headphones.

It was perfect.

Chan was afraid he’d lose the beat or lyrics that came to his mind earlier, but he got it down pretty quick. Now, the hard part. He had to find a way for it to flow smoothly together. He hummed, his head bobbing to the new beat, but something was still lacking.

“Maybe if I move this here, the transitioning would be a lot better,” Chan clicked on his mouse and dragged one of the clips, inserting it into the mix. When he replayed the sound, he smiled in content.

CB97’s back, baby.

Just when he felt like he could add in another element, an incoming call interrupted his train of thought. It was from you.

He picked up the call and swiped into the clock app to check the time zone in Sydney. His eyes widened, why were you calling him 12:30 in the morning? Did something happen?

“Hello? Y/N?” Chan said to the other line.

“I’m bored,” you said.

He laughed. “Why are you calling me? Are you by yourself?”

“No,” you replied, shaking your head, “I’m with Lix, Hyunjin, Jisung, and Changbin. Eww, Lix just threw up in the bushes.”

Chan cringed at the sound of his best friend hurling on the other line. It reminded him of the last time he went bar hopping with you and everyone. Now that Chan knew you were drinking, it was obvious you were drunk too.

“Why’d you call?”

“I don’t know.”

He raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I don’t know… Hyunjin started calling his girlfriend midway through finishing his drink. Then Changbin called his to confess how much he likes her. And don’t get me started on Jisung,” you tiredly watched Jisung rub soothing circles on Felix’s back.

“What about Jisung?” Chan chuckled, urging you to continue.

“He FaceTimed his girlfriend and said he loves her and misses her even though he knows she’s going to kick his ass for getting drunk,” you sighed.

“Then what?”

“Felix didn’t have anyone to call. He only searched up Momo on google images and angrily pointed at Heechul to treat her right or else he would fly to Korea to square up,” you laughed, starting to feel a little sick too.

“What about you? Did you have anyone to call?” Chan removed himself from his desk and plopped onto his bed.

“No, only you. There’s no one else to call, I don’t like anyone else,” you said truthfully.

“Wow, so I was your last resort,” he joked.

You felt liquid courage giving you a booster. Shaking your head, you sighed deeply as you watched Felix cough up the last of his partially digested pizza. “Never, I like you too much. I didn’t call anyone else because you’re the only one I want to talk to. So, no. Not my last resort, more like my automatic first choice,” you confessed.

“Sure.”

“No, I mean it. I love you so much. I just want to hug you all day long. You have no idea how much I miss you,” you whined.

Chan’s smile faltered and his heart began to race. There’s no way you meant that, did you?

“How much did you drink?”

“Enough to feel like throwing up but not enough to actually throw up,” you groaned at the unsettling feeling in your stomach.

“Will you remember what you just said to me when you wake up tomorrow?”

“Of course. I always remember! Remember, you said I would someday drunk call somebody. Well, you were right,” you giggled.

Boy, he hoped so. Chan was shaken but couldn’t do much because you were intoxicated. If you did like him, he wanted you to confess when you’re actually sober. That way, Chan would know you were being serious.

“Who’s not wasted? Can you hand them your phone?” Chan rolled in his bed while anxiously waiting.

“Hello?” A familiar raspy voice asked.

“Hey Bin, is everyone sleeping over at someone’s house tonight?”

“Oh, hey,” Changbin said tiredly, “Yeah, we’re going to head back to Felix’s soon. Just haven’t called an Uber yet because Y/N’s been on the phone. Everyone’s phones pretty much died.”

“That’s good,” Chan mumbled to himself, “Can you do me a favor and take care of Y/N for me? Just make sure she gets into a bed and drinks a glass of water before she sleeps. She’ll be fine by the time you guys get to the house since she sobers pretty fast.”

“Honestly, you should be here. She’s been talking about you all night long, but it’s Gucci. I’m gonna take care of everyone,” Changbin nonchalantly shrugged. It was no biggie to him.

“Just keep an eye out for her and everyone else,” Chan sighed.

Changbin nodded, “Yessir. I am going to order an Uber now, I’ll talk to you later. Oh shit, Y/N just threw up.”

“What? Wait-“

Although Chan’s heart was still pounding, he figured to leave it until tomorrow when you sobered up. He couldn’t stop rolling in his bed and suddenly felt more homesick. He didn’t know whether or not he should call you first thing tomorrow after his brunch with a classmate. Or maybe he should wait for you to say something?

Either way, you drove him nuts. Both good and bad.

The next morning, you stormed downstairs to look for the person who made you go out last night. He slept on the couch, snoring lightly and draped an arm over his eyes.

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” you angrily tossed one of the couch pillows at a hungover Felix.

Felix tiredly rubbed his eyes. You woke him up and he palmed every spot on the couch for his phone. “What now?” He asked.

“I should’ve never gone with you guys. I’m screwed,” you said in distress.

“You’re so LOUD, I’m TRYNA SLEEP Y/N,” Jisung crankily got up from the couch and walked into Felix’s room to join Changbin under the covers.

“What did I do?” Felix asked again.

“I should have never gone drinking last night. I fucked up everything, I can’t bear to see Chan or even talk to him again,” you said, pacing back and forth in front of the TV.

Felix laughed, “Did you drunk call him and confess?”

“I think so, something along the lines of that,” you tried to remember your exact words but brain fart.

“Oh shit,” he chuckled.

“It’s not funny,” you began tearing up, “I messed up everything. It won’t be the same anymore. I don’t want Chan to avoid and stop talking to me because of these stupid feelings.”

Alarmed with your glossy eyes, Felix jumped from the couch even though he still felt nauseous from last night. He patted your back, holding in a laugh when you blinked away some tears. You reminded him of Jeongin. “Y/N, you’re worrying over nothing. Chan’s not going to do that to you, trust me. You know, confessions don’t mean much when you’re drunk.”

Sniffling, you asked him, “What do you mean they don’t mean much when you’re drunk? There’s truth to those words.”

“Being intoxicated makes you say a lot of things you would not choose to say if you were sober. One time, I even said Changbin’s arms were hot. Can you believe that?” He scoffed.

“Yeah, I mean, they’re pretty thick.”

Felix rolled his eyes, “The point is, confessions are meaningful when you’re sober. There’s something about being fully aware of your words and having the courage to say it without having to rely on liquid courage. Your confession was most likely taken lightly. You were just letting a friend know you miss him, like a lot, but that’s it.”

“So everything will be okay?”

“Yes, so stop worrying.”

↫ vii ↬

But everything wasn’t okay.

Chan kicked off his shoes and fell into bed right after his last final. It’s been almost two weeks since he last talked to you (you drunk calling him in the middle of the day), and he felt stuck. When he sent you messages and memes, you wouldn’t respond or would leave him on read. Sometimes, it’d be a miracle if you gave him short responses. Even then, the atmosphere was off and he didn’t know how to keep initiating without the conversation being cut short.

On days like this, it’d be perfect to compose something, anything. However, Chan kept deleting newly recorded beats, dissatisfied with its quality and flow. He gave up and quit all his open programs.

Without thinking about the different time zones, Chan went on Discord. His cursor hovered over your icon before he clicked on it. It’s now or never, he thought. Chan felt his heart pounding over a simple video call. He didn’t even know if you were going to answer. It’s better to not get his hopes up.

When the server rang, he anxiously clicked open some tabs to respond to Felix and check Facebook.

“Hello?” You asked, dreading the moment he called you.

“Y/N?” Chan asked, surprised you answered. He stared at the monitor, taking in the image of you working on something in your notebook.

“Hey,” you sighed.

Chan’s brows furrowed. He grew concerned at the time of your voice. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m just tired. You know, the same thing always happening at school and work,” you lied, avoiding his stare. His gaze was still piercing through a screen.

“Doesn’t seem like it. You usually talk about school and work, but you haven’t been doing so lately. Let alone at all,” Chan sadly stared at the screen as you pretended to be writing something important down.

“Sorry, I’ve been pretty stressed lately. I haven’t had the time to talk or call,” you apologized, feeding him another lie. Oh, but he knew you were avoiding him.

“You should’ve sent me a message or called me at least. It’s better to talk about it, Y/N. Keeping worries to yourself only make matters worse.”

“I’ll try to.”

Fed up with the tension, Chan frustratedly combed his hair with his fingers, “Cut the bullshit Y/N. I know you’ve been ignoring me. If it’s about that night you drunk called me, I’ll drop it. I know you don’t do homework at this time, especially on a Friday night.”

You dropped your pencil and stayed silent. Chan could only do so much on a screen. He stared at you, waiting for you to respond. It was dead silent because you could hear his hallmates talking in a foreign language as they passed by his door.

“Are you really not going to say anything?”

Finally looking up, you wiped off the tears that fell down to your cheeks, sighing. Chan sat up in his chair, worried he messed up. He thought you were going to end the call but held in a breath when you said, “What am I supposed to say? That, I’m sorry for having feelings for you? You say you can easily drop it, but I can’t.”

Chan let his hand cover his mouth, trying to hide his troubled expression. “Who said it was easy to drop it?”

“It’s not, but I screwed up… You’re aware of my feelings towards you. I can still remember that night’s conversation, and I know you do as well,” you covered your face, you didn’t want him to see you crying and looking like Rudolph, “It’s just going to be awkward for us the next time we’ll see each other. Everyone will sense it too. You’ll end up avoiding me.”

“Why do you say that? How can I avoid you? I’ve known you for years. That’s the least of your worries,” Chan said, frowning at your reasoning. He was utterly baffled.

You slammed your palms onto the desk. “How is that the least of my worries? I like you more than a friend would, Chan. I have feelings for you, but I feel like I’m on the verge of losing one of the closest people in my life, you.”

You were both practically raising your voices on each other.

He frustratedly started off strong, “What if you said those words to me when you were drunk but don’t actually mean it when you’re sober,” but finished in a small voice, “Then what?”

“But that didn’t happen, so there’s no point in bringing up another possibility,” you softly said.

“So what? Are you going to take back what you said? Because you can’t.”

Your heart dropped, and you wanted to bawl. “W-what?”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized and ended the call.

You shut off your laptop and sat in your chair crying. When you got into bed, you curled into a ball with a tissue box beside you. You felt horrible. Everything was a mess. After going through twenty-something tissues, the mini trash can by your desk was filled with snot balls and evaporated tears. Exhausted and too tired to cry anymore, your eyelids slowly dropped until a notification popped up on the screen of your phone.

It was a Surprise LIVE! from Monsta X.

You chucked your phone away and it fell off the bed and onto the wooden floor. As if you cared about watching them live right now. If your ultimate bias couldn’t cheer you up with his smile, nothing could.

You retrieved your phone to find a message from Chan. He only sent you a link directing you to Spotify playlist titled:

↫ viii ↬ “I’m back and you didn’t even come with Lix to the airport to come to get me? I’m so hurt,” Chan pretended to be offended. He placed a hand over his chest, feigning hurt as you laughed at his attempt to be petty. Afterward, he excused himself to change into a more comfortable outfit and muted you on Discord.

When Chan finally unmuted the call, you blew a raspberry and stuck your tongue out at the camera. “I couldn’t, I was out of town. I just got back an hour ago,” you yawned, stretching your arms into the air. Then you spun around in your chair, coming to a complete stop when you saw him wearing a new sweatshirt.

“I knowww,” Chan dragged, taking a seat in front of his monitor again, “I’m surprised I’m not that jet lag.”

“It’ll catch up to you, trust me,” you rolled your eyes at the memory of your own jet lag experience. It was horrible. “Is that new? The quality looks expensive, what’s it made of?” You asked about his sweatshirt.

Chan touched the black fabric, pinching it between his fingers to emphasize his next words, “You can say it’s… boyfriend material…” He shyly laughed when you palmed your face at his cheesy joke, but you were laughing too. “I’M JOKING, ENOUGH,” he smiled.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be wearing that, Chan,” you teased.

He looked down at his sweatshirt, searching for any flaws. “Why? Does it look ugly on me?”

“Nope,” you said, shaking your head, “You’re a fraud.”

“For what?”

“As much as you’re wearing something that’s boyfriend material, are you boyfriend material?” You teased him again as he could only smile back at you. He took your hint pretty well.

Chan pretended to shrug and spun in his chair. He briefly stared at the ceiling, thinking of what to say next. When Chan looked into the lens, he chuckled softly, “Can I? Or shall I?”

“Can you what?” You didn’t get it.

“Be your boyfriend.”

You blushed and fell silent. Chan wiggled his eyebrows, feeling like he won this time. It was your turn to get teased by him. He was about to say something but you beat him to it.

“Ask me again in person,” you looked away from the screen of your laptop to hide your warm cheeks.

“Can I? Or shall I?”

“What?”

“Come over now,” Chan eagerly suggested.

It was obvious that he was super excited and wanted to see you in person. He was like a kid on a sugar high.

“Can I? Or shall I?”

When his joke was being repeated by someone else other than him, you, he tilted his head in confusion. “What?” He asked.

“Can I? Or shall I? Be your girlfriend.”

Bang Chan didn’t even have to think twice. “Yes.”

“Well, come on and get over here then,” you laughed.

“Be there in fifteen.”

↫ ix ↬

“Wow, that movie is so good. It’s the best one I’ve seen all year long,” Chan gushed as you searched for places to grab a quick drink before going home.

You both had just finished watching Parasite, a movie about a lower class family benefiting from a wealthy family. From the trailers you’ve watched with Chan, you both thought it was going to be some kind of horror movie. However, the plot was totally unexpected and kept you on your toes.

Chan paid attention to the road but felt your eyes land on him. You smiled, adding on to what he was probably going to say next, “I’d say it deserves a ten out of ten from me.”

You navigated him to the nearest boba shop. To Chan’s luck, he found an open parking spot a few shops away from the place. When you got out of the car, the strong breeze hit your face, causing you to scrunch your nose. Chan noticed, so he put your hood on and tightly pulled onto the strings of your hoodie. You squealed, leaning away as he laughed.

As you kept walking, you were tired of having your hand brush against his. So, you took his hand into yours, slowly entwining your fingers with his while holding them up to show him. Chan covered his face because he found you so cute. He wanted to give you a hug.

“Can I see your wallet?” Chan asked.

You didn’t know why but you gave it to him anyway. You were fine with it since he’s already seen your cringy IDs since high school. “Why, what are you going to do with it?”

He ignored your question and approached the cashier, leaving you in the booth by yourself, asking, “Hi, can I get two roasted rice milk teas? Yeah, and with boba too.”

Then, Chan brought his phone out of his pocket, using Apple Pay as you stood there in disbelief. He walked back to the booth, taking your hand in his and returned your wallet. “Wow, you’re sly,” you slapped his hand away.

Chan chuckled, playing with the order number at his fingertips, “You can pay next time.”

“Oh, I will,” you stuck your tongue out.

Once your drinks were out, Chan drove you back to your place. You sat in the car with him, getting nervous when he turned off the engine. “Do you wanna… “ He threw in a suggestion.

You didn’t even let him finish. “W-wanna what?”

Chan held back a small laugh, “I was wondering,” and he paused, “If you wanted to take a stroll around the neighborhood before we call it a night.”

You wanted to repeatedly slap your forehead for having inappropriate thoughts in the first place. When you didn’t give Chan an answer, he threw in another suggestion. “Unless it’s too cold outside, we can go back to my place and hang out with Berry,” he shrugged.

Your eyes lit up at the mention of Berry. Your love for dogs was the same as it was for boba, and you excitedly nodded. Chan shook his head and rolled eyes his at your childlike reaction. He started his car again, reversing to give him some leeway and drove into the streets. His place wasn’t far from yours, it was only a five-minute drive and a fifteen-minute walk.

After parking his car into the driveway, you bolted out of your seat and waited for him to catch up to you at the door. Chan teased you for being more excited to see Berry instead of him. When you said, ‘Of course,’ he stopped in the middle of unlocking the door and raised an eyebrow.

Chan leaned in to whisper into your ear, “You can find your own ride back home, then.”

He bit his lip to prevent a smile from forming on his lips when you linked your arms with his, saying ‘sorry’ while begging him to drive you back home later. Of course, Chan was going to take you back. He wanted to make sure you were heading into your house safe and sound. When he finally unlocked the door, Berry woke up and shook herself before approaching the familiar scent of her owner. You heard small footsteps and the bell of her collar tinkling as she walked up to you and Chan.

He petted her head, giving it a quick scratch before kicking his shoes off. You crouched down to pet Berry while she heavily sniffed your ankles and socks. There was a dog scent coming from you because you have a dog back at home too.

Chan flipped on the lights and went to the kitchen to dump his empty drink into the motion sensor trash bin. When he walked into the living room, you had Berry laying flat on your chest and stomach. Her head pointed towards you and she cutely blinked, slowly beginning to fall asleep until Chan sat next to you.

She got up, edging herself between you two and laid on her stomach, waiting for Chan to give her a belly rub. As he rubbed her belly, you looked around the living room and noticed the house was quiet. “Where’s everybody?” You asked.

“Hannah’s at a sleepover and Lucas went with my parents to see a show. So I guess it’s just you and me.”

“Oh.”

“Wanna see what I’ve been working on?”

“Sure,” you nodded, feeling nervous again. Chan carried Berry back to her doggie bed by the fireplace, giving her one last pet before heading upstairs with you. When you walked into his room, you rolled your eyes at the giant monitors on his desk. Chan turned on his computer, satisfied with its smooth powering up, and typed in his password when the login appeared onto the screen.

Distracted by his light-up keyboard and mouse, you weren’t aware of him asking you to have a seat on his bed. Chan shook his head, handing you the mouse. “Go for it,” he offered you to change the color of his setup.

When you handed back the mouse, Chan searched for a folder titled: CB97 and clicked on a file that opened into an audio clip. He played it for you, a soft smile appearing on his lips when you bobbed to the beat. “Do you have a name for this song in the making?”

“I’m thinking of… Hoodie Season?”

“I like that title,” you fell onto the bed as he played more clips for you to hear. When your eyelids were slowly beginning to droop, both yours and Chan’s phone buzzed. It was a Snapchat notification from Hyunjin.

You reached into your butt pocket, whipping out your phone to take a look at whatever irrelevant thing Hyunjin would send to you at this time. When you opened his message, it was a recorded memory from a couple weeks back.

“Yo, I’m sick as fuuu-“ Felix hyped himself until he threw up into the nearest bush outside of the local bar. Thank god the snap ended before you could see anything coming out, but it was still fun to watch.

You giggled and pressed onto the next video.

“I miss you, I love you, and I know you’re going to kick my ass when you see me tomorrow,” Jisung whined to his girlfriend on the phone, “If you kick my ass, you will regret it. Then, you won’t have a nice ass to look at and touch anymore.”

Then the camera pointed at you. “You’re so gross,” you fake gagged and took out your own phone to dial your crush, “God, I miss Chan.”

Before you could finish watching the whole thing, you internally screamed inside your head and quickly skipped that part. “What was that?” Chan asked, plopping onto the bed to watch the video when he heard his name being said out loud.

You immediately chucked the screen away, facing it down onto the bed, “Nothing.”

“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” Chan said, trying to peer over your shoulder.

Shaking your head, you tried to roll away, but he wrapped an arm around your waist, reaching for your phone with his free hand. You pleaded for him to not look, and he did exactly the opposite.

Chan watched your drunk self confessing to him on the phone from that night. No matter how hard you’d try to wriggle out of his grasp and steal your phone back, he was too strong for you to do so. When the part where you handed your phone to Changbin came up, Hyunjin flipped the camera back to selfie mode to display his face.

Hyunjin drunkenly pointed his index finger at the camera, trying to prove a point. “And that’s how you get back at Jisung and Y/N.” Several moments later, his eyes widened, “OH My GOD, Y/N.”

You guessed the recording ended when you threw up. Not a good memory.

Your mouth went agape. Hyunjin did both you and Jisung dirty.

“I’m going to kill him,” you said, clenching your fist.

“And I’m going to screen record that from my phone,” Chan laughed, extending his arm to the desk for his phone until you pushed his shoulders back down. He landed onto the bed with a light thud, wrapping his arms around your waist again. Chan stared at your flushed cheeks, softly chuckling at your persistence to prevent him from watching your most embarrassing moment in life once more.

You glanced down to his lips, admiring his prominent cupid’s bow and held in a breath. Chan stared into your eyes, his eyes trailing down your nose, and then to your lips lovingly. Grinning like a fool, he was happy to have you as his and in his arms. Chan bit his lip, stopping the softest smile from spreading across his lips. He knew he failed to keep his cool. While his grip on your waist loosened, he brought a hand to your cheek, gently cupping it with his smooth palm.

Chan leaned in, a small smirk quirking at the corner of his lips when you nervously gulped. You didn’t even have time to think because his lips were suddenly on yours. Chan pressed on slowly, grabbing your thigh to hitch you closer to him. You fluttered your eyes shut, savoring the taste of his lips as he took control. Chan loved the feeling of having your hands run down from his shoulders and to his chest. He’s honestly the master of the teasing game, lightly nipping at your bottom lip and flicking his tongue at the entrance of your mouth. Before he could deepen the kiss, he flipped you over, so that you’d be lying under him instead. Chan didn’t know where the night would take him and you didn’t either.

But it is what it is, so he made sure to lock the door, just in case.

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My Reaction to “Avengers Endgame”

Yes- I still haven’t seen this movie. Yes I know exactly what happens in this movie. I mainly avoided it for a while due to overhype but with some convincing from my brother, Imma sit my butt down and try to watch this.

Pressing... play!

Right off the bat, I feel like I should warn you guys and say that I have... my opinions... about stuff. Plus I’m a dumbass about Marvel so just bear with me.

I like that Disney Plus has to warn us about product placement

Clint!

Are we gonna see little Nathaniel running around- THERE he is!

We are gonna see Clint’s entire family get freaking obliterated

Is all the rumbling from the sky or are those airplanes freaking crashing to Earth in the distance?

What if they pulled a reverse WandaVision and showed the people getting snapped out of existence in a future film or show? That would be freaking terrifying.

They’re [Tony and Nebula] playing paper football...

I wanna see more of THEIR interactions aboard the Milano. The shots of them just repairing the ship are great too.

“I’m fine. Totally fine.” Everyone ever.

I also like you see the visual difference between Tony and Nebula. While he’s growing gaunt and haggard from loss of oxygen, you can still see that Nebula looks absolutely fine because she’s like 75% android

So between 1995 and now, what the heck has Carol been up to?

“Thanos wiped out... 50% of all living creatures.” So like entire ecosystems are just demolished.

*anthropology major part of my brain scrambling for answers*

“We lost. And you [Steve] weren’t there.” HE WAS IN WAKANDA!

Wait so the arc reactor ISN’T in Tony’s chest anymore?

“Where the hell have you [Carol] been all this time?” Good question!

*silently bops to opening theme*

For some reason, I just really want the ship radio to randomly turn on so you just see everyone sitting awkwardly as “Piano Man” plays over the speakers

*Thanos slowly cooks his food* Faster, all together now! COOKING CAN BE FUN!

“I [Thanos] used the stones to destroy the stones.” ...what?

“I am...[Thanos] inevitable.” *starts humming “Inevitable” from TGWDLM*

“I [Thor] went for the head.” YES YOU DID

[FIVE YEARS LATER] All righty so we’re doing this

*gasps* Is... Steve running the therapy sit downs like Sam did in “The Winter Soldier”? That’s awesome. I really like this tidbit.

I’m also really liking Alan Silvestri’s score for this so far

I’m really trying not to nitpick but I feel like it would take more than 5 years for greenery to just completely overtake a suburban neighborhood

Also wow pre COVID life looks great you guys

“There’s a part of me that doesn’t even wanna find him.” Are they talking about... Clint? Is Clint just going the full vigilante route?

DOES HE KILL PEOPLE?!?

I really like Steve and Natasha’s friendship in these movies but for some reason I don’t feel like we get enough of Natasha for me to get behind her on an emotional standpoint

Are they gonna use the quantum realm to jumpstart the multiverse for Phase 4?

Also speaking of multiverse, I honestly really don’t want Spiderman: No Way Home or Wandavision to get too cluttered by that

I like Tony’s lake house. And he got a whole vegetable garden going too. Kudos!

The little kid who plays Morgan Stark is adorable

“Not if we strictly follow the rules of time travel.” Which we obviously won’t.

“We’re gonna need a really big brain.” So where the [expletive] is Banner?

“Stranger danger.” *snorts*

“Dab!” *rolls eyes*

So is the whole Professor Hulk thing permanent? I know he’s gonna be in the She-Hulk show but I’m wondering how they’re gonna tackle that. And they’re gonna have Tim Roth too!

*smiles when Tony takes Morgan to bed*

Steve Rogers here [when they do the first time travel tests] is a Look ™

Maybe don’t let the GIANT GREEN MAN keep pressing a bunch of tiny tiny important buttons on a dashboard

*laughs at Steve shaking his head in disbelief when they finally bring Scott back*

*Tony’s car races toward the Avengers base* NYOOOMMMM

*Tony rolls down his window* It’s Britney, bitch

“And maybe not die trying.” And you definitely will.

This whole bit where Scott keeps losing his dorito only to get another one from Bruce feels like a Doritos commercial.

*jams out to "Supersonic Rocket Ship by The Kinks*

Did they just keep reducing the green pigment for Hulk or what?

*sighs when they reveal Fat!Thor*

MIEK’S ALIVE!

Please tell me Noobmaster69 is Kid Loki, whom we meet in the Loki series

“Don’t... say that name.” “Yeah we actually don’t say that name here.” I like this. I like that Thor has so much resentment for killing Thanos at the wrong time and that he felt that could have done better cause he’s A GOD. So the fact that THANOS was on equal level and BEAT HIM-

Hawkeye’s killing people

This sword fight’s great [between the Yakuza person and Clint]

WHY DIDN’T THEY BUILD ON THIS [Clint and Natasha’s connection] ???

*laughs when Rhodey suggests killing baby Thanos*

These shots of Clint going through the Quantum Realm looks like something straight out of Andy Park’s concept art and that’s awesome

“Well I [Scott] haven’t [encountered an Infinity Stone] but I don’t even know what the hell you’re all talking about.” *snorts*

“The Aether, firstly, is not a stone.” Thank you!

The little glance Nebula gives after Thor mentions the Dark Elves just make me think that somewhere down the road, she has either A) encountered them or B) has encountered other Asgardians besides Thor

“Guys if you pick the right year, there are three stones in New York.” “Shut the front door.” *laughs*

Also underrated trio: Steve, Natasha, and Bruce. Gimme more.

Wait a minute, in 2012, Doctor Strange wasn’t active yet. So are they gonna go see- OOOOOOOHHHHHH

[NEW YORK 2012] Oh here we go

*cracks up when Bruce very half-assedly smashes stuff on the street*

“I’m looking for Doctor Strange.” “You’re about five years too early.” Wait a minute.

HOW DOES SHE [the Ancient One] KNOW?!?

*giggles at Thor and Rocket sneaking in the background with a bored Loki in focus*

“That’s my [Thor’s] mother. She dies today.” I love this scene already.

Also WHY IS THOR- or the Thor films in general- have like the most well written characters in the whole canon?

It’s those movies, Guardians 2, The Winter Soldier, Civil War, aaand.... I can’t think of any more of them.

Oh yeah and WANDAVISION cause THAT HIT ME LIKE A TRUCK-

Rocket just said he thinks of the Guardians as his family I’m gonna die...

What about their [Natasha and Rhodey’s] friendship?!? I want more of that!

“Ronan’s obsession... clouds his judgment.” ...HUH

*Thanos uses his sword to lift up Nebula’s chin* Aw heck no

“As far as I’m concerned, that’s America’s ass.” *has to take a second before nodding in agreement*

Wait is that Jasper Stillwell?

“Flick me.” That bit alone could be taken out of context

“We’re in route to Doctor List.” Who’s Doctor List? Is that a code name?

“Hail Hydra.” THE BASTARDS WENT AND DID IT

Please tell me this hand off scene is gonna be the opening for the Loki show. Please tell me this is gonna happen.

*Loki takes the Tesseract again* AND HE’S GOOONNNEE!!

LET’S GET TO FREAKING JUNE ALREADY!

*ends up quoting “Yeah, I know, I know” along with Steve*

I’m really glad Tilda Swinton actually came back for this cameo

*keeps slapping my laptop screen when people keep saying Doctor Strange made a mistake when it was an explicit point in Infinity War where he encountered 14 million other AUs to find the best result*

Are you telling me that this whole plan could derail because Nebula accidentally hacked into her own WiFI network? Are you seriously doing this?

*Thanos and Ebony Maw scan Nebula’s duplicate memory bank and track her down* Are you freaking kidding me?

...I have 96 minutes left?!?

“The future hasn’t been kind to you [Thor], has it?” Frigga is underrated

So for these shots with Jane, are they just reusing different shots from Thor 2 or just footage from deleted scenes?

Can we talk about how Frigga is absolutely the best parent Thor has? Meanwhile her husband ODIN is like “oh yeah by the way you have a secret sister totes magotes i’ll die now byeeee”

*sings along with “Come and Get Your Love” by Redbone*

*laughs when we cut to Quill just very badly singing along to his iPod in the distance*

I want a bonus short with just Rhodey and Nebula doing their thing

*Nebula gets her memory taken over by 2014 Thanos* Nooooooo...

Are the glasses that Tony wears here part of EDITH from “Far From Home” or are they like a prototype?

Also I haven’t seen “Far From Home” yet because Sony hates me

Doctor Zola?!?

*jams out to the music playing when we see Hank Pym’s lab*

“A little girl would be nice. Less of a chance that she’ll end up exactly like me [Howard Stark].” *gasps softly*

Oh my God, he’s [Steve] in Peggy’s office

Alan Silvestri is really killing it with this score

JARVIS!!

Wait and that’s the guy from “Agent Carter”!

Ohhh that shot’s [of Thanos’s ship coming out of the clouds] awesome...

*2014 Nebula hands Thanos the Pym particles* Oh are you kidding me...

The CGI for Red Skull is also awesome

*gasps when Natasha reveals that she never knew her dad’s name when Red Skull told it to her*

*is super bummed out when Natasha sacrifices herself*

Kevin Feige really went and said “so Phases 3 and 4 are gonna make everybody cry” and the writers went “YES”

Wait doesn’t Cap go and return the stones at the end of the movie? How’s he gonna handle meeting Red Skull on Vormir then?

“It’s like... I [Bruce] was made for this.” Please someone get Mark Ruffalo his own Hulk movie before he combusts from giving out more spoilers

So Thanos used the Pym particles to time travel then. Honestly that’s kinda genius

I just noticed that Scott shrank himself right as the explosion hit the windows

I really want someone to just drop one F-bomb somewhere in the MCU and I really hope it’s Clint because he would 100% say it

*starts singing “Hollaback Girl” when Thanos arrives*

Here’s my question; how did Thanos acquire Nebula then? With Gamora, it was with the genocide of her people.

“We [Gamora to Nebula] can stop him.” LET’S GO!

[Thor uses his storm powers to summon both Stormbreaker and Mjolnir] *softly* Ohhhhh that’s badass...

Now I’m just imagining the cast just in the green screen room just hitting Josh Brolin with a bunch of foam weapons and making all the sound effects while poor Josh is just struggling under the weight of the Thanos reference head on his mocap suit

Who does the voice for FRIDAY?

AN: Irish actress named Kerry Condon

*Steve deems himself worth to wield Mjolnir* OKKAAYY OKAAYY

Love how Thanos is like “yes, I’m gonna stab you with an AXE”

“In all my years of conquest...” Steve you suuuucckkk...

Are we getting the Chitauri again?

“On your left.” *laughs incredulously* O-ohhh my God...

*Everyone starts coming out of the portals* Oh my God I’m getting chills

I would have lost my mind in the theater

I HAVE ACTUAL GOOSEBUMPS RUNNING ALL OVER ME. This is how good this is

WAIT ARE THOSE THE RAVAGER SHIPS ABOVE THEM?!?

“Avengers... assemble.” Oh my God this is amazing!

M’BAKU!

Also “Endgame” really just said “We are KILLING FOOLS TODAY”

How are they gonna tackle Peter and Gamora’s relationship in Guardians 3?

[Horn plays La Cucaracha] LET’S GO

God I’m gonna turn feral

*has to pause to scream in excitement when Wanda touches down in front of Thanos to fight him*

*puts hands on head* OHH MY GOOOOODDDDD

They’re literally just playing Keep Away with a teenage boy. Marvel, everybody.

*Captain Marvel destroys Thanos’s ship* WELL IT TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH

OK I got mixed feelings about that [the girl power team up scene]

*Thanos unsuccessfully headbutts Carol* Oh shit!

*Doctor Strange holds up one finger* Oh my God this is it

Someone definitely tore off when Thanos pushed Tony off

It was in that moment he [Thanos] knew- he effed up

*All of Thanos’s army dissipates* Byeee...

Is it bad that I’m not crying at Tony’s death?

*gasps when Peter reunites with Ned at school*

Wait the whole time heist takes place within ONE DAY?

“I love you 3000.” I really hope we see Morgan again somewhere in one of the movies or shows. Actually a cool way to reincorporate her would be in the Ironheart series whenever they make it

Even Drax is wearing black!

It’s the “We should be getting therapy but we got a TV show instead” trio [Wanda, Bucky, and Sam]

Wait is that guy- was that guy- the little kid from Iron Man 3?

AN: Yes

So right after this funeral, Wanda’s gonna storm SWORD right?

AN: This was finished up on 2/26 so probably YES

*Thor crowns Valkyrie the new leader of New Asgard* I now cannot wait for “Thor Love and Thunder”

Wait Peter’s looking for Gamora!

Still cannot believe that the time travel suits are completely CGI

I know they had a body double for Chris Evans here but I do think it would have been cool if they used the body double’s voice for Old Steve instead of Chris trying to sound old

He [Steve] put the shield in an art portfolio bag...

*says “No, no I don’t think I will” along with Steve*

*silently jams out to “It’s Been a Long, Long Time” playing during the credits*

Wait and that was the song Fury was playing in “Winter Soldier”

Oh they even got the actual signatures! That’s awesome!

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willow-salix · 4 years

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Anyone want to see Selene try (and fail) to play video games with Alan?

Day 54 of Isolation on Tracy Island and I almost killed Alan today. Mostly because he was laughing so hard he kept choking, wheezing and forgetting to breathe.

What, you might ask, was so funny? Well, he tried to teach me to play a computer game with him. And let's just say… I'm not a natural.

"I'm bored," I whined, stretching out a foot and poking Alan with my toe. "Entertain me."

He looked at me. "How am I supposed to do that?"

"I don't know, suggest something."

"You won't like anything that I want to do."

"I promise I will, I'll give anything a go at the moment, I'm that bored."

"Fine," he handed me a VR headset and a set of hand controllers. "Let's play."

"Oh, oh no! No, this is not for me. Boy, you know I'm a technophobe, I don't play games, I just can't get my head around them."

"You promised you'd try," he reminded me, an evil glint in his eyes and an even eviller smirk on his face.

"Crap." I sighed and slid the heavy goggles onto my face. "You had better pick something easy."

There are, as it turns out, two versions of easy, Alan easy, and me easy. He picked Alan easy, which should be considered very hard for me.

"What are we playing?" I asked.

"Cavern Quest," he replied. "You'll love it, I even set you up with a witch character to go with my Knight. You'll do great."

At least someone had faith in me. Though unfortunately that faith was about to be short lived.

"How do I walk?" I called after him as he sped off like a streak of lightning. Boy was rapid. "Come back!"

"Just use the thumb controls of the left controller to move, push forward or backwards to go forward or backwards and side to side to move left or right."

I pushed forward and was instantly face to face with the floor.

"What happened?"

"You fell over. You ran into a stump."

"Poop. How do I get up?"

"Push up! Just push the direction you want to go."

I pushed up and ended up looking at the stars. .

"Erm…help?"

"Hang on, I'm coming."

A hand grabbed mine and hauled me to my feet.

"Thank you."

"Want me to guide you to the first level?"

"Yes, yes I do."

He towed me along by the hand until we zoomed through a curved doorway into what looked like a castle hall.

A king sat upon a pretty nifty throne, so I guessed that my assumption had been correct.

"Welcome, brave warriors," he boomed. "I am grateful for your assistance. I shall give you five quests, each one more challenging than the last. Complete them all and you will win your place within the ranks of nobility and become a Knight of the Realm."

"Fancy," I commented.

"Prove your valour and recite the Cavern Quest oath."

Alan nudged my character, and I think me in real life as I felt it in my ribs.

"Just keep up if you can," he whispered then launched into what I assumed was the oath.

"With mystic blades and fire ore, we pledge our honoured best. Many shall fall for only a noble few will pass the test! So come more worthy heroes and bring forth the cavern quest!" Alan finished triumphantly.

"Mystic ore…nobel us…test…Cavern Quest…" I mumbled, the only words I could catch. Alan didn't look impressed.

"You have pledged your fealty, you may now enter."

A set of doors opened before us and Alan dragged me through.

"You have to be on your guard now. You're a witch, so you fight with spells. Use the buttons on your right controller to cast. You simply swoosh and point and hit the right buttons."

I lifted my right hand and swooshed, hitting a random button with my thumb. A shot of red light flew out of my hand and blew up a rock. "Dang."

Alan cracked up laughing but soon sobered as out of the trees lumbered a gigantic troll. He dived at the troll, hammering it with his sword.

"Cast a spell!" he yelled as I shrieked and dived out of the way, trying to karate kick it.

"Oh, yeah, I'm magic," I remembered, fumbling with the controller. I bashed buttons madly, swinging my arm like I was batting away a fly. Coloured sparks shot this way and that, but the only thing I succeeded in hitting was Alan.

"Hey!"

"Sorry!" I yelled back. I risked moving a little closer and fell over again.

Alan defeated the troll and picked me back up again, moving us through the rest of the level. It didn't come naturally or easily for me.

"How do I jump?" I demanded.

"Left trigger!"

"Why am I stuck?"

"Because you're in a bush!"

"Why did I just die?"

"Because you fell in lava!"

"HIIIIYAAAAAHHHH take that you beast!"

"That's a dog not a werewolf! Stop hitting him with that stick!"

"Oops."

"No! Don't go through…there."

"I can't see! I'm blind!"

"You walked into a wall and you're still walking."

"Why can't I move?"

"You just got yourself stuck in a corner, turn around!"

"Why did I die this time?"

"That tree just fell on you."

I screamed like a banshee when something swooped down out of nowhere and attacked me. I flailed and somehow my thumb hit a button and my hand moved the right way and suddenly the gargoyle was in flames on the floor.

"You did it!"

"I did?"

"Yeah!"

"Cool. See? I got this."

Turned out I didn't got it at all.

We fought our way through the dark forest, taking out elves, fae and the odd goblin. Alan did the majority of the work while I set to work on a few puzzles, all of which provided me with new spells to add to my arsenal.

"For this bit you need to change your form, you cast a spell and become something smaller, like a rat or a toad."

"I can do that?"

"Duh, you're a witch. Use that new spell, it's easy, left, right, right, left, up."

"I wanna be a cat!"

"Then select the cat!"

I toggled along the options until I found a cat and hit the button. A flash of light, a puff of smoke and boom, I was a cat.

"This is so cool! I'm a cat! I have ears! Look at my tail! I can swish." I wiggled my butt back and forth. "Swish, swish, swish,"

"We don't have time for you to play with your tail. You need to go through that pipe and push the button."

I did as I was told and actually managed to complete the mission, opening up a gate for us to go through.

"Now return to yourself."

"I'm stuck! I'm stuck! Alan, help me!"

"You were supposed to get out of the pipe first!"

"You could have told me that!"

"It's common sense!" he yanked at my arms. My avatar didn't budge.

"You're too stuck and you're crushing your own lungs. I'm gonna have to kill you. Sorry about that."

"Just make it quick," I begged. I closed my eyes as he raised his sword.

We moved on once I blinked back into existence after my slaughter at the hand of my team mate. Alan handled all the quest points like the pro that he was, instructing me to go around each area, smash up as much stuff as I could and collect all the objects that fell out.

"Just get all the coins, potion ingredients and magical objects, I'll protect you and do the rest," he promised.

I nodded and proceeded with my one woman rampage of the scenery. I was a button basher, that's all I seemed to be able to do. I found it impossible to coordinate more than one button or movement at a time. I was just about managing to walk, maybe jump and land at a push, everything else was pure dumb luck.

"Yes! Take that you ugly box! Boof! Ha! Give it up, give it all up, I know you've got some gold in there. Quit holding out on me." I smacked the box with an axe that Alan had taken from a suit of armour one level back. The box refused to allow itself to be looted. "Gimme it!!! Gimme the gold! Make me rich, baby!"

I bashed a series of buttons as quickly as I could.

"Why am I a goat? Alan, I'm a goat! Why am I a goat?"

"You cast a spell, change back!"

I tried. "I'm a cow! This is worse!"

He had to stop beating up a wild boar to run over and fix me, laughing the entire time.

"Don't laugh at me! You're body shaming me!"

He actually had to hold his breath for a few seconds to calm down before he could talk me through getting back to my former self.

"Thanks."

I returned to the chest and tossed a spell at it and to my deep joy it splintered apart." Yes!" I scooped up the gold and tucked it away into my bag. I was kinda getting the hang of this.

"Come on, we gotta move!"

Alan leapt up onto the battlements and raced along the wall. I jumped up after him… and promptly fell off the other side and hit the ground.

"Crap!" I yelled as I blinked out of existence and appeared on the other side of the wall again.

It took me six goes to manage the jump, move, run routine, by which time Alan had given up waiting and was half way down the stairs that led to the great hall where the sounds of an epic battle could be heard raging.

"Alan! Don't leave me!" I raced after him and immediately ran into a door that I forgot to open first. I finally made it to the hall after getting wrapped in a spiders web, stuck in a cupboard, setting myself on fire and accidentally drinking a potion that turned me into a ghost for twenty minutes. But at least that gave me a breather to wander around and wail at nothing, kinda like I felt like doing in real life at that moment.

"What took you so long?" Alan called as he slashed at a dark elf that had just thrown a spear at his head.

"I got caught up, but I'm here now. What can I do to help?"

"Anything!" he yelled desperately.

I took him at his word, throwing spells randomly, hitting maybe one intended target out of twenty.

I swung my axe, whacking at anything that came close enough for me to hit.

"Ha! Take that you twat! Come closer so I can kill you easier!"

"I don't think life works that way," I heard John comment.

"How the…?" I looked all around and almost got hit by a flying shield. "Gahhhh," I screamed, ducking out of the way.

"Try hitting it again?" Scott suggested.

"Shut up! I'm trying to stay alive here!" I yelled back.

"Try harder," Gordon encouraged.

"Duck!" Alan yelled and it took me a second to realise he was actually being helpful. I dropped to my knees and just about avoided death by turkey leg.

I'd like to say that I held my own, but I'd be lying. I failed miserably and had to be rescued by Alan another five times just to make it to the end of the level. Though I did manage to trip over my own foot, but then a vengeful knight tripped over me where I was sprawled out on the floor, so I suppose that was a good thing.

"Nope, I'm done, I'll never get the hang of this," I tugged off the headset to find everyone sitting around, watching me.

"How long were you there?" I asked.

"Long enough," Virgil grinned.

"Swish, swish, swish," Scott wiggled his eyebrows at me. I glared in return.

"Lady Witch," John bowed, offering me an apple from the fruit bowl. "I wish to engage your services."

I raised an eyebrow. "I'm a mercenary now, I only accept precious jewels or things of high value. You got any potions about your person?"

"How about a dirty old bar of gold? Will that suffice?"

I pretended to think about it. "Deal." I held out my hand. "You good sir, just hired yourself a witch."

I've got no idea what I just agreed to but I'd just survived an epic quest and now I know I can handle anything. He won't be too mean to me, will he?

#alan tracy #Isolation Island #Cavern Quest #Thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds oc #thunderbirds 2015

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the--sad--hatter · 5 years

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Ice Cream and Grass Stains (Bucky x Reader)

Requested - #15 from My Avengers Prompt List

Person A: This isn’t how I imagined saying this but… take all your clothes off. – With Bucky, for the two anons who requested it.

Warnings - Violence, Gore, Swearing and Really Bad Flirting...

Ice Cream and Grass Stains

When The Black Widow tracked you down and dragged your ass back to the Avengers compound, you’d really thought she was arresting you. She had jumped you in the middle of a heist after all, but she knew more than you thought she did. She’d known you were stealing classified files from a Hydra Agent and she presented those files and you to the team and recommended you join them. And the rest was history.

That had been three months ago.

Now, you were a fledgling hero on her first team mission. You had hoped for something easy, like taking down a base in the middle of nowhere. Not a knock down, free for all, fight to the death with aliens in the middle of Chicago.

“Newbie, Falcon needs help getting civilians to safety, three block south of you.” Clint said in your ear, through the comm unit.

“On it.” You said, running towards where you’d been instructed.

You saw Sam pulling a group of people out of a café and pointing them towards the safety of the police blockade.

“Little bird, big bird said you needed a hand?” You said as you jogged up to him.

“Yeah, get these people to safety. I need to get back up there.” Sam told you, clasping you on the shoulder and making sure you were ok with it.

“Fly away my friend, I’ve got it from here.” You assured.

He gave you a toothy grin and took off.

“Folks, if you’ll follow me?” You asked politely, trying not to show them how nervous you were.

They dutifully followed you until you handed them off to the police officers who’d set up a perimeter around the battle.

“Civvies are A-Ok, where to next, eye in the sky?” You asked Clint.

“Barnes has been cornered in an office block not far from you. He says he’s fine but just tell him you got lost and needed his help to find your way back to the rest of the team.” Clint suggested.

You bit back a snort of laughter at the fact Clint had Cheat Codes for dealing with The Winter Soldier and let him direct you to the office building.

Bucky was on the fourth floor and he was decidedly NOT fine. He was fighting off twelve of the outer space bad guys with a pocket knife. Though to be fair to him, he was holding them back and looking unfairly hot whilst doing so. You sprung onto the backs of one of the aliens before they could even notice you were in the room and used your own knife to slice it across the throat, landing in a crouch when it fell dead.

You spun around in the crouch, slicing through the calves of a second alien and angling your knife so it impaled its own skull on the blade as it fell. Out of the corner of your eyes you saw him take down three of them in rapid succession.

“What are you doing here?” He snarled while he broke the neck of another with a sickeningly satisfying crunch.

“Helping?” You offered, ducking under the swing of one of the extra-terrestrials coming at you.

“Get out of here, go find the others.” He commanded.

“But…”

“Get out!” He shouted, kicking one of the ones coming after you in the ribs.

You ignored him and tackled an alien round the middle of it’s long body, piledriving it to the ground and stabbing it through the eye socket. One of it’s friends grabbed your shoulder, fingernails piercing your skin. You hissed in pain as it bodily picked you up and flung you a good twelve feet across the room. You smashed into the wall, cracking the plaster and landing on the floor with a thump.

You were seriously winded and it took you nearly a full minute to stand up. There was a horrific burning pain across your back and you saw the sharp jagged edge of a piece of metal on the wall. You must have caught your back on it, which explained why you felt so very dizzy and weak.

Bucky saw your body sail past him and heard the impact it made with the wall and he snapped. Red clouded his vision and he tore through the remaining aliens viciously, destroying them before they could even think about going after you while you were vulnerable. When the last one died under his metal grip he whipped his head around to look at where you were landed and he felt relief flood his system when he saw you standing upright and looking sheepish.

“Are you ok?” You called over to him tentatively.

“Unlike you, I can take care of myself. Unlike you, I can heal on the off chance I actually do get hurt. I don’t need a pathetic, unskilled, wannabe hero to jump in and save me. You just ended up getting on the way and I had to save your ass.” He snarled.

“Sorry.” You mumbled.

“What, no snappy comeback? No witty one-liners?” He snapped.

“Not today.” You said, hanging your head low.

“Are… are you crying?” he asked derisively, noticing the sheen in your eyes.

“You know what? I am. Because I’m bleeding to death over here and you STILL have to take the time to make me feel two inches tall.” You choked out.

He rolled his eyes at you and stomped over, pulling the tact suit away from your injured shoulder.

“It’s barely bleeding. You’re fine.” He told you, his eyes widening when he was the smear of blood on the wall and the puddle of the thick red liquid pooling at your feet.

He cautiously leaned over to look at you back and let out a sharp intake of breath when he saw the large gash from your right shoulder to your left hip. It was deep and ragged, bleeding heavily.

“Shit!” He swore, springing into action.

“I need a med evac on the south side of the west building here.” He said into the comms, ripping his own jacket off and trying to use it to stem the bleeding.

“Damnit. Ok kid, they’re coming but it’s going to be a while. I can’t move you, I’ll tear up your wounds worse.” He told you.

You mumbled something in reply, swaying slightly.

“Whoa, stay with me. I need you to watch my six while I’m cleaning up this mess.” He joked, gesturing to your back.

“m’kay.” You muttered.

“This isn’t how I imagined saying this but… take all your clothes off.” He instructed, getting up to search the room for anything that could be even remotely classed as medical supplies.

He heard you fumble with the zipper of your tact suit as he tore through desk drawers, until he lucked out and found a first-aid kit with sterile wipes and a suturing kit. He also found a half-empty bottle of vodka. When he turned back to you, you were wincing in pain and trying to pull off the tact suit without moving.

“I’ve got you.” He said softly, grabbing a hold of you.

You were losing more blood than he had initially realised. He shoved stuff off of a desk and picked you up, gently laying you down on your front on the desk.

“Sorry about this doll.” He apologised, using one of his many knives to cut the tact suit off your back.

“How did you imagine it?” You asked him weakly.

“Imagine what?” He replied, using someone’s discarded scarf to mop up as much of the blood as he could.

“You said, you imagined it differently. Telling me to take my clothes off.” You told him and he briefly faltered in his actions.

He hadn’t even realised he’d said that. He’d been distracted by your injuries, it must have slipped out.

“Sorry.” He apologised, wiping his hands with a sterile wipe before gently probing at the edges of the gash.

“Tell me…” You pushed.

He sighed wearily and let out a self-deprecating laugh.

“You’re not gonna let me live this down, are you?” He asked.

“Well you’ll probably get lucky and I’ll die before I have the chance to tell anyone.” You laughed softly.

“You’re not going to fucking die. That’s an order, do you understand me?” He commanded.

“This isn’t how I imagined saying this but… Whatever you want, Sergeant.” You said cheekily.

He laughed at your wit, even in the throes of agony.

“I can stitch this up, there’s enough supplies but I need to clean it first and I’m sorry, but it’s going to hurt.” He apologised, holding the bottle of vodka.

“Gimme.” You demanded, gesturing to it and he sighed, but opened it and handed it to you.

You managed to angle your head to the side and take several long gulps before handing it back to him. Before you could think about what he was going to do, he poured the alcohol directly over the gash.

“MOTHERFUCKING FUCKER! FUCK YOU BARNES!” You screamed and he had to pin you down to stop you from thrashing.

“Sorry.” He winced.

“Don’t apologise you absolute wanker, I’m going to give you something to actually be sorry about. As soon as I can stand up.” You vowed.

“I believe you sweetheart.”

Oh so now I’m your sweetheart? Few minutes ago I was a thorn in your side.” You scoffed.

He swallowed thickly, guilt seeping through his bones at the harsh words he’d spat in your face.

“I was angry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.” He said, threading the needle and pinching the edges of the gaping wound together.

“Well, fuck that hurts, I forgive you. Especially since now I know it was mostly just your pent up sexual frustration.” You said.

“We’re back to that huh?” He sighed.

“I wanna know how you imagined it.” You pushed.

“It starts with me finally working up the nerve to ask you to let me take you out.” He admitted.

“And if I said yes? How would it have gone?” You asked him.

“I would have picked you up at your door and given you flowers, the one’s you always stop and look at through the window in the grounds. We would take my bike, you’d have to sit behind me and wrap your arms around me.” He chuckled.

“And where we would we go?”

“Somewhere quiet, where nobody else was. I would have said a picnic but I know you, I’d just take you to the fucking McDonalds drive through because you’re a cheap date.” He scoffed and you tried to hold yourself still while you laughed.

“I’d get a McFlurry right?” You checked.

“With an apple pie to smoosh into it.” He confirmed.

“That sounds good right about now. So then what?” You asked, biting down on your lip when he got to the widest part of the wound.

“I’d take you to the park, and I’d lay my jacket on the ground for you to sit on. You always look so fucking beautiful in the moonlight you know?”

“I didn’t know actually.” You giggled.

“Stars have got nothin on you sweetheart, surprised they don’t just stop shining altogether.” He said, his old Brooklyn accent coming through.

You let out a low, impressed whistle.

“You’ve got lines Barnes.” You teased him.

“And I’d pull them all out on our date, I’d make an ass of myself trying to impress you.” He laughed.

“I’d think it was cute.” You assured him.

“Yeah, you would. Eventually you’d get tired of it though and you’d kiss me just to get me to shut up.” He revealed.

“Devious plan, I like it.” You sniggered.

“I’d kiss you till you couldn’t think straight doll, then I’d keep kissing you. I think once I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop.” He admitted.

“And when I was all dumbed out from your kisses, then you’d tell me to take all my clothes off?” You whispered.

“You know me too well.” He confirmed.

“Bucky?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“I can’t believe you wanna fuck me in a public park, I didn’t figure you for such a pervert.” You said and his shoulders shook with the force of his laughter.

“Couldn’t even spring for a motel room huh?” You continued and he had to stop stitching for a second he was laughing so hard.

“You want The Ritz doll? I’ll get us The Ritz.” He asked, continuing with his task of sewing your back together.

“Nah, I want Ice cream and grass stains.” You told him sleepily.

He chewed his bottom lip anxiously as he tried to figure out if you were humouring him, or if he might actually stand a chance. He would have never have admitted any of this if he hadn’t accidentally blurted it out and needed to distract you from the pain.

“So Doc, I’m I gonna live? My Sergeant says I gotta and I hate to disobey an order.” You asked.

“You’re going to be just fine. Banner and Cho can fix this in no time, you’ll be up and about in a couple of days.” He promised.

“Good, good. I’ve got a date this weekend.” You sighed.

His heart panged painfully in his chest. You had a date… So you were only humouring him. You probably thought he was joking around, trying to keep you amused while he stitched you up.

“Anyone I know?” He asked with a false cheeriness.

“Yeah actually. Sam finally got it together and asked me out.” You told him.

“Sam? Sam Wilson? Sam Wilson the Falcon?” He stuttered.

“That’s the one, not sure if he has anymore nicknames though. I’ll let you know once I’ve seen him naked if there’s anymore we can add to the list.” You joked as he pulled the final stitch through your skin.

He felt physically ill at the idea of you and Sam, never mind you and Sam naked. Of course someone else would have asked you out though, you were beautiful and funny and brave. Even if he had moved faster, you would have probably turned him down, he wasn’t

“You do know I’m joking right?” You interrupted his internal takedown of himself.

“Oh. So it’s not Sam?” He said, almost relieved.

But if it wasn’t Sam, it was still someone else.

“Bucky…”

“Yeah?” He said softly.

“Ask me out you fucking idiot.” You commanded.

“What?” He said, choking on his own saliva and scooting back from the desk so he could see your face.

“I told you, I want ice cream and grass stains.” You said, smiling at him softly with so much fondness in your eyes it literally took his breath away.

“Me, you want to go on a date with me?” He checked.

“Unless you didn’t mean it? Oh god, you didn’t mean it. Ugh, I’m such an idiot.” You groaned, burying your face in your arms.

“I meant it!” He exclaimed loudly.

You peered up at him with a mischievous, cocky grin and he huffed out a laugh as he realized you’d played him.

“Sweetheart, will you let this idiot take you out?” He asked, grinning.

“Hmm, I’ll have to check my diary… make sure Sam’s not free this weekend.” You joked.

“Doll…” He groaned.

“You can take me out Barnes. I’ll wear something easy to take off.” You said.

A/N - All is ok in my world again so I’m coming back to writing :)

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shimmy-sham-with-the-fam · 7 years

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Hunting X For X Bruises: Chap. 3

Prologue is here!

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Alrighty! And here we have the next addition to the fic!

I’m really excited to see what people think about this chapter! :) Have fun with reading!

Words: 2663

Rate: T

Summary: An AU where the bruises and cuts of a soulmate appear on the skin. Gon becomes increasingly worried about his soulmate as he gets tattooed with new marks everyday, and hopes to find the person soon. Killua, on the other hand, has been brainwashed by his family to believe that the spots on his skin are a curse from the person who plans to target and kill him, as they believe learning about a soulmate would make him soft during jobs.

Chapter 3: Animals X Love X Hunters

Killua tapped his finger repeatedly on the table of a cafe he lingered in close to closing time. Many of the employees, he had noticed, had been whispering amongst themselves. It seemed that it was unusual to see a child eating on his own at a restaurant, not to mention the fact that it was after dark. His server had asked him if he was waiting on someone to join him, to which he replied in subtle amusement that he was by himself. Eventually, the server sighed, took his order and left him to sip at the glass of water at his side. Killua ignored the whispers and stares. He had better thing to focus his attention on.

Killua had two major problems to figure out in less than two weeks. The hunter exam itself would be held in two weeks, and finding out how to get there was one of the two problems at hand. However, the larger and more pressing issue was applying for the exam. Since he was only twelve years old, it was required for a guardian to sign off permission, as the exam was known to be dangerous. In fact, the application even warned that in almost every exam held, at least one person lost their life during the process of the examination. If Killua would have known what going on a fieldtrip with a class was like, he definitely would have compared the rules to the simplicity of a “permission slip”. Of course, Killua had tried forging a signature, but the application was almost immediately sent back declined. The assassin child had figured that the association, with all of it’s ties and connections, had reached his family. It was probably a safe assumption that the application had fallen into his mother’s hands; who would have rejected it without a second thought. His second plan was to get someone else to act as their guardian, but he realized that this idea would have the same result as his first attempt.

The server, in all of his blond, concerned glory, appeared with a large chunk of chocolate pie with a side of vanilla ice cream. Killa’s face perked up when the food came into his sight. If there was one thing that could get him out of a miserable mood, it was chocolate.

A spoon scooped into the soft dessert, filling his mouth deliciously. There was a sensational melting taste of the chocolate in his mouth, which he savored for every second he could before wanting another bite. The boy could have admitted to anyone still lingering within the cafe that he was tasting the textbook definition of heaven.

After scarfing down half of his plate, the manager politely stepped her way over to his small corner table. “Excuse me…. Sir,” their voice fumbled at the word “sir.” Killua’s eyebrows raised with a slight grin, wondering what the woman had in her mind to tell him.

“Mmm?” he focused down on shoveling a not so large chunk of ice cream into his mouth.

“We have passed closing hours, sir. I’m afraid we must close up the restaurant for the evening.” Killua stared down at his plate, longingly. He wanted to finish his treat, but he couldn’t take it along with him. It would be a hassle to carry a box around.

“Sure, alright. Just gimme a sec,” His hand waved her off, as if to say “go away, I’m busy.” A vein seemed to have popped out visibly from the woman from his unintentional rude behavior. The poor woman, after all, just wanted to go home from a long day of work. Nonetheless, Killua ignored her standing presence and picked up his plate. In three gigantic bites, he finished the dessert and sighed out in satisfaction. “Here!” An empty plate was pushed into the woman’s hands as he stood up. He placed an inappropriate amount of extra money for the food on the table, to which the manager eyed in utter confusion.

But Killua paid no mind; it wasn’t important.

He had more pressing issues to deal with.

The city Killua had managed to fly to via aircraft seemed well accustomed to a divided line of poverty versus well off. Or rather, the “well off” was more “they could pay for necessities and still have a bit left just in case.” As he walked farther and farther away from the center, he noticed most of the buildings were not completely in ruins, but most of them were outlined in planked windows and haphazardly stacked bricks replaced old ones that had been broken away. Killua wondered if the state of the buildings were really because of the poverty line or if there was more to it. Even with the limited resources available to the people, for multiple houses to have broken brick walls seemed a bit unusual.

Killua decided that he needed to find a stable place to stay for the night. And the tenants of the shabby buildings were most likely not going to be welcoming a strange young teen into their house willingly. He’d either have to find a hotel or look for a stable alley way to spend his night. Or maybe he could find a steady tile roof to sit upon for the evening. A hotel would definitely be ideal…

An indistinguishable whine broke the boy’s train of thought. What was that? There wasn’t a person to be seen in any direction. The whine broke the silence once more, which Killua figured might be a dog. The whimpers seemed to be coming from behind him. His eyes turned over his shoulder, looking back behind him. There was a small pup shivering and smashing it’s nose into a small pile of litter on the ground. Killua paced over to the small puppy, and bent down at it’s side. The puppy would have looked gorgeous had it not been covered in a few layers of dirt. Killua figured it might have had white fur at one point, back before it was scavenging on it’s own.

“I take it you want something to eat, huh?” the silverette held out a hand for the animal to sniff, making its judgement to trust him. It reminded him of the puppy he had years ago. He had named it Wolf, and was one of the few pleasures he remembers having as a younger child. Unfortunately, his dog had contracted rabies, and his father had told him that the dog had no choice but to be put down. A flash of his own small friend’s blood staining his hands made him grimace.

The small puppy barked weakly at him. “I’m sorry, I really don’t have anything good for you to eat.” His hand scratched the dog’s ear, hoping that it might be enough. When he stretched back up to his full height, the small animal barked once more at him. “I hope you find something good to eat.” he replied.

He was almost all the way turned around when he felt a tug on his shorts. “Huh?” The puppy ran passed him while yapping happily at him. He couldn’t help but grin light heartedly. “So you wanna play, huh? Alright.” He ran after the pup, his laugh bursting out of him before he could think to contain it in the night. Both young lives raced through the halls of the city. The puppy was excitedly huffing out woofs every time Killua passed it, just for it run harder to gain distance between them again. It was such an exciting moment for him, he hardly noticed that he had ran to the outskirts of the town.

There was a small shed located behind a house. The door was lightly propped open, with more whimpers and whines from within the small structure. He peered through the door, finding a mother dog with two other pups at her side. Killua eyed the small puppy that led him to his family. “Wow…” he gasped. “I guess it’s alright then, huh? For me to stay with you guys tonight?”

A hearty yap from the mother suggested that his stay was welcome. He hoped he wasn’t actually intruding upon someone else’s shed that just happened to be occupied by a family of dogs. It would be an awkward explanation to the person who opened the door to see a teenage boy keeping house in their shed.

Killua curled up in the farthest corner of the shed, warmed by the bodies of the dogs at his side. For the first time, Killua felt comfortable enough to sleep without worry.

The morning shined brightly in through the crack of the door, coaxing Killua to rise from his slumber. He rubbed his eyes sleepily when he sat up, realizing that he was no longer covered in a blanket of fur. Where’d they go? His mind wondered, groggily. He briefly wondered if they had decided to go out to look for food.

Oh, well, I guess I better get moving, He decided. However his thoughts were infiltrated by the sound of high pitched playful howls from outside. His grin intensified and he burst through the doors only to find a man leaning against the tree rooted next to the tattered shed. His heart skipped dangerously as they locked eye contact. Killua went on guard immediately. The man however, stayed perfectly calm whilst a puppy rubbed their head into his hand.

Before Killua could prepare to take action, the man asked him “Did you sleep well?” His voice was entirely gruff against the morning.

The addressed boy tensed his eyes over the man. He scanned carefully, but noticed no weapons. But the man wore many layers and sported a raggy hat. There were many places to hide a weapon on the human body, and Killua knew all too well from personal experience that it was just as easy to convert the body into a weapon as well.

“It seems these dogs really like you.” the man continued. The pup in his lap licked happily at the stubble on his chin.

From the structure of his body, the man didn’t seem to be all too tall, but his facial structure suggested that he was probably well into his thirties. From the bits of hair that he could see poking miscellaneously through his hat, it seemed that the older male possessed black hair, which was noticeably greasy. His thick strands probably hadn’t been washed in over a week.

“I guess so.” Killua answered consciously.

“You’re an overly suspecting kid.” The man gestured to the mother sitting upright. “I get not trusting a stranger, but you have enough distance between the two of us to run if I try anything. At least sit down, there. The mom’s getting uptight with all that tension you’re brewing.”

He was right. The mother was eyeing Killua, no longer a peaceful stare like last night. Killua obliged to the small male and leaned against the shed.

“So what are you doing by yourself?” The man started.

“None of your business.”

A snort followed Killua’s bitter reply. “You don’t entertain much, do you?”

“Never needed to. What do you want?”

“Well, I was the one who originally housed that shed. When I got back early this morning, there was another body in there. I figured I wouldn’t disturb you.”

Killua’s eyes widened. How had he not woken up at the new presence? Normally, he’d wake up instantaneously at the slightest movement of a new soul. How had he hidden himself? “Sorry,” he faked. “One of the pups led me here.”

“Eh, I’m not mad. But you seem to be a bright kid. How old are you?” Killua tensed at the sudden question. He felt a little creeped out. Not only could the man not hold a coherent conversation without changing the subject after every sentence, but he was asking such a personal question.

“Why the hell should I tell you?” Killua spat.

“Have you ever heard of a group of people called ‘hunters’?” The man changed again. That caught Killua’s attention.

“… And if I have? What’s it to you?”

“Well, like I said, you’re a bright kid. And this is a little known fact, but good hunters are usually loved by animals. The applications are due soon. If you don’t have any other plans, I suggest taking it.”

Killua finally burst out laughing at him. How ironic was it, that this man was telling him to do the very thing he was setting out to do. “It’s funny you say that,” he grinned. “That’s currently what I’m trying to do. Unfortunately, I’ve been having problems submitting my application. Since I’m underage and my parents are… not exactly accepting of the idea of me taking the exam. I actually ran away from home.” Killua suddenly felt entirely comfortable around the man.

“Sounds like you’ve had quite the adventure. Well, it just so happens that I might be able to help you.” The older male smirked.

“Really?!” Killua leaned forward. “How?! I don’t think you’d be able to sign for me. I tried to forge a signature and they declined it. I don’t really think you’d be able to act as my guardian.”

The man bellowed out a huge laugh. “No, I don’t think I’d want to, either.”

Killua huffed. “What’s that supposed to mean, old man?”

“Nothing, nothing. Anyways, another little known secret about hunters is this: a hunter over the single star ranking has the power to immediately pass any applicant to take part in the exam. It just so happens that I’m a double star hunter. So if you’d like, I can-”

“Yes!” Killua shouted. He realized he had gotten overly excited, so he cleared his throat and calmed himself. “Ah, yes. I’d like that a lot.”

The man finally stood up, revealing that he was only a couple inches taller than Killua. The young boy snorted at the man’s short stature. Killua finally stood to meet him and brought out the application from his pocket.

The man pulled open the form, and entered in his information. Before closing it out. The ding from the electronic piece confirmed that the application was approved, and that Killua was now officially an applicant for the exam. “There,” The short male confirmed.

“Thank you!” Killua’s smile was entirely radiant and sincere. This was an incredibly convenient turn of events.

“Also, you never answered my question.”

“What question?” Killua raised an eyebrow.

“How old are you?” the repetition of the question made Killua frown, but he decided to answer truthfully.

“I’m twelve.” He answered triumphantly. A hand was placed on his shoulder, and Killua realized that the man smelled as awful as he looked. He held back the comments, as the man was nice enough to pass his application. It was a bit of a surprise that a man like this could really hold such a high position.

“Ah, I knew it! You’re the same age as my son! … I think.”

“You think?”

“Well, I haven’t seen my son since he was a baby. It’s hard to keep track after the years go by.” The man shrugged, before starting to walk away.

“You haven’t seen him since he was a baby? You sound like a pretty damn terrible dad.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I probably am. Probably.” After that, the man had decided to take off. “Good luck kid.”

Killua smiled. He knew he had no room to judge in terms of terrible family connections. However, he found the man to be quite amusing. He also felt a little bit of sympathy for the old guy’s son. But overall, he thought about what his son must be like.

They’re the same age, and if his son was even a little like his father, from what Killua could tell, he’d bet anything that the boy would be a pretty interesting character.

Killua almost wished he could meet him.

It’d be nice to have a friend his age.

#hunting x for x bruises #this one is kinda long #sorry #i hope you like it though #it's pretty easy to tell who the man is :)#but i'll still leave that to your imagination!#shimmy-sham writes #fanfic #killugon #kirugon #gonkiru #gonkillu

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> Pheres is teased by Kit, Hadean and Cennef into giving quadrant dating advice. This segues into a minor spat between Pheres and Hadean.

AA: 'kay, so, who's online rn??

AA: bc i got q's. I M P O RN T A N T q's.

AA: the sornt of q's that can only be answerned by, like, internet strnangerns.

ID: well i'm not an internet stranger anymore really. so i guess i'm fucking useless.

AA: yeah, no, soz, dude, yrn totally fucking useless.

AA: one hundrned perncent about as helpful as playing fournsquarnes w/ cullbait. >:}

AA: abt as helpful as eating mind honey to chill the fuck out.

ID: wow aren't you just in a mood this evening. =:P is it because we're all going to die? or so the newsfeeds are saying.

SS: (Shxt, pal, am X dxsqualxfxed?)

SS: (On accounta X'm only the regular kxnda stranger danger that you, lxke, happened to xnternet stalk?)

SS: (And oh em gee, pal, who says we're gonna dxe?

SS: (What, dxd some old calendar end agaxn?)

SS: (Protxp: Xf X can't up and set up coffee to brew xn the evenxn, folks what lxved, lxke, three bxllxon sweeps ago, they probs dxdn't GAF about makxn sure thexr sweep cycles were set up for, lxke, eternxty.)

LC: [ I heard strangers are needed and I am not YYet well-acquinted with everYYone here so... ] LC: [ Also "everYYone going to die"? Did I miss something? ]

ID: i'm assuming you haven't been outside and seen the giant fuck-everything meteor. you losers.

ID: look outside. notice how light it is?

SS: (Nope. (\eue/) )

SS: (But that axn't news to me.)

ID: well congrats, you're a hivebound loser. take a bow.

AA: oops, soz, someone was shrnieking outside. >:P AA: and stfu, hads, i am so not in a mood. i'm, like, in the O P P O S I T E of a mood. >:} AA: i am fucking E X C I T E D.

LC: [ Hold on. ] LC: [ Let me put on mYY safetYY goggles... I see it... Oh. That's reallYY bad. ]

SS: (What, for cereals?) SS: (Do X gotta go and run through my bucket lxst now?)

ID: i mean. go for i guess sip. gonna go in to space and punch the meteor to death?

ID: i mean i'm just spending my last apparent night alive soaking in this bathtub until i either turn in to a giant prune or i grow gills.

AA: and yrn totes dq'd, lal, but w/e, w/e, i ain't just getting ops frnom a blue. >:} AA: grnoup vote!!

LC: [ YYou don't need to run a bucket list but -- even I have a hard time estimating how bad it is. ] LC: [ YYou might WANT to find an underground safe spot and hope it breaks up into small enough parts that it doesn't wipe out entire neighbourhoods. ]

SS: (Shxt, pal, what're you gonna do xf you up and grow gxlls?) SS: (Bxt late for that kxnda groundbreakxn scxentxfxc dxscovery, axn't xt? (\eue/) )

AA: should i orn should i not, like, go to the doomsday parnty?? AA: bc ppl arne thrnowing one.

ID: i mean yeah, but i get to die an abomination.

ID: that seems like fun.

AA: to celebrnate ourn I M P E N D I N G DE -- omggg. AA: if you grnow gills, gimme deets!! AA: also, pics. AA: also, yrn bod.

ID: and idk sip.

AA: forn science.

SS: (You're probs gonna get shanked, but X'm, lxke, puttxn that on the 'pros' column.)

SS: (Buxlds character!)

ID: hour 1 of soaking- no gills so far. =:'(

SS: (Well, exther that, or peeps're gonna be fxllxn thexr bucket lxst, xf you get what X mean, xn whxch case, lxke, you should probs dxtch.) SS: (Or maybe throw fxrecrackers at 'em.)

LC: [ I didn't talk about gill growing. Even if YYou got a basement or a room underneath YYour hive should suffice. ] LC: [ I enjoYY celestial objects and observing asteroids but it's so close and so bright even I have a hard time giving YYou an estimation on how bad it is. ]

VC: I can't believe the Empirrre is being so irrresponsible about this asteroid.

VC: Don't they carre if theirrr cannon fodderr gets destrrroyed.

ID: the fleet defense really dropped the ball. i hope heads roll for this.

SS: (Nah, dude, they've always wanted that pesky Mother Grub gone!) SS: (Xt's the perfect opportunxty! (\unu/) )

ID: y'know. other than our meteor smashed in ones.

AA: lmfao. get yrn mind out of a pail forn once, lal. not evernyone's as mad thirnsty as you.

AA: except tc, i guess. >:}

VC: Don't insult poorrr TC like that.

SS: (Dude, X'm the one tellxn you not to go to that xsh!)

LC: [ Well, hopefullYY this asteroid lands at a barren land and doesn't cause major damage to anYYone. ]

VC: What did they everr do to you.

ID: c'mon vc tc is sooo thirsty.

SS: (Sweeps of modern medxa have taught me that that's totes what peeps do at partxes lxke that.)

VC: I can't say I've met them morrre than once.

ID: she said she wants to hear me scream in horror and shit.

VC: ...wow

VC: That's cerrrtainly something.

SS: (And obvx that's a relxable source.)

LC: [ That's the most I can contribute to this discussion. And... oh. That doesn't sound good, ID. ]

SS: (What'd you even do to get on her shxtlxst, pal?)

ID: i told her that she needed to fight me to fight gliese.

VC: Yes, do tell.

VC: If It must die, let it be listening to gossip.

VC: ...why this

ID: and also denied her a lobster date.

LC: [ Lobster date? ]

VC: Why arre some people in this chat rrroom mystifyingly dedicated

VC: To defending the worrrst of bluebloods

SS: (X'm sure there axn't no reason for her to up and be eggxn to take a go at you, after that kxnda dedxcatxon to warnxn her off!)

ID: i like gliese, she fed me and like. in the scope of blues she's decent.

ID: no offense to you lc, you seem like you might be okay?

ID: the jury is still out.

VC: Ughhhh

VC: Well, whateverrr, trrying to arrgue with that jade boy got me nowherre

VC: So I guess I ought to turrn my mind to cheerrrier topics, like impending annihiliation

LC: [ None taken. I personallYY prefer to get along with most others - even if it's a task that I can't alwaYYs achieve. ]

ID: oh hush ss. platonic fighting is a thing.

SS: (X for one, am totes cowerxn xn my boots.) SS: (And shxt, pal, X axn't saxd nothxn 'bout nonplatonxc, here! You're the one up and callxn her thxrsty on accounta just wantxn some good ol' fashxoned screams of paxn and xsh. (\qnq/) )

SS: (What xf she's just, uh. Hard of hearxn??)

SS: (Gotta be real sure she's stabbxn you proper-lxke!)

ID: she told me she wants to shove my head in horse piss so.

ID: that was definitely a thing i had to read.

VC: Haha _wow_

SS: (That's the wrong kxnda thxrsty, pal.)

LC: [ Impending annihilation is not the cheeriest of the topics. ] LC: [ However, if anYYone plans to watch the asteroid I'd suggest using sunglasses, or anYY glasses that got a darkened lense. ] LC: [ If others have them, that is. ]

VC: Why would I want to watch the asterroid. Will seeing it and telling it it's pretty make it sparre me.

SS: (Yeah, dude, but only xf you say xt real nxce-lxke!)

ID: i mean i'm just content to chill in this warm water. fuck looking at our doom.

SS: (None of that passxve aggressxve xsh, thxs asteroxd axn't no floozy!)

VC: Once again you manage to be the tone of nonsense, L - SS.

LC: [ I know there are some who are into that, VC, and it won't reallYY spare anYYone until it lands. ] LC: [ Which, given how far it is from the ground, could be prettYY soon. ]

VC: Joyous

SS: (Whaaat?) SS: (And here X am, offerxn you my advxce and wxdom!)

SS: (Pal! Lxke, hashtag rude.)

VC: Only a blind and deaf pupa would think you had eitherr

AA: ghdfghdfghdfgh AA: oh my gooood, why do you ppl talk so much?

AA: i look away forn, like, five mins and therne's like fifty million msgs.

VC: Well

AA: fuck you, i'm not backrneading.

VC: This is a serrrverr for it

SS: (Gotta entertaxn the crowds you up and left waxtxn, duh!)

ID: we're enjoying our final nights sip, rude.

VC: Last I checked

SS: (Axn't my fault you're up and xnconsxderate!)

LC: [ HopefullYY not the final-final ones. ]

VC: Perrhaps it has been forr emoji-communication only

VC: And I have been misled

AA: T O T A L L Y ourn final nights.

SS: ( (\ouo/) )

AA: emoji only??

LC: [ YYou are all sure a cheerYY crowd. ]

VC: oh god I rrregrrret everrrything

SS: ( (\^u^/) )

ID: i tried ordering room service and apparently like all the hotel staff just ollied out on working.

AA: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

SS: ( (\?^?/) )

LC: [ Uh... ]

SS: ( (\unu/) )

AA: that's bc yrn on the lame continent, hads. AA: this is what happens when you leave the desernt, dude. ppl fucking suck.

SS: ( (\eue/) )

SS: (Hey, waxt!)

LC: [ To be fair, all continents got their advantages. ]

SS: (Fuck you, X'm on shxft rxght now.)

LC: [ And disadvantages. ]

ID: also who here is a nerd scientist. i have questions that i should have asked last night but only figured out after i signed out.

VC: Not I

SS: (Hello, X have my nerd lxcense pendxng!)

LC: [ I am not a nerd scientist, but if it's related to cartographYY or... astrologYY, I might be able to help. ]

SS: (But better'n Sxpa, on accounta her's got revoked when she went jock.)

AA: wow, rnude.

VC: I do courrrierr worrk

VC: And knit things

SS: (X'm under xnvestxgatxon for emo, unfort.)

AA: that's okay, dude, i'm gonna rnough you up and take yrns.

ID: well gee you four seem like you'll be hella useful.

VC: Forr what

AA: stfuuuu, i'm always S U P E RN useful.

VC: Planning a band?

AA: dd on your qqs!!

SS: (Fxrst my horns, now my nerd lxcense!)

VC: Sorrry, neverr learrned an instrrrument

SS: (A real frxend, you are, Sxpa!)

LC: [ Well gee. We _might_ be useful. ]

ID: so if you're a troll who never sleeps in sopor is it safe to just dive right back in to it. because there's a coon here but i slept on the floor.

SS: (Only xf you chug xt.)

AA: sharning is carning, dude.

VC: It might knock you out forr a bit long, but otherrr than that, no.

AA: and - idk, idk, how much you wanna wake up the next evening?

VC: When I firrst came back to it I slept much morre heavily than I was used to

VC: But I got used to it quickly.

VC: Orr well. I guess came back is wrrrong

SS: (You gotta get used to xt real quxck, pal! Acclxmate your bod and xsh!) SS: (By chuggxn some afore you go coon. (\unu/) )

VC: But neverr mind

AA: phern doesn't do soporn and if you put him in a coon, he is out forn, like, H O U RN S. AA: dumped an entirne kettle of watern on his headfluff and he didn't fucking blink.

VC: Ignorrre SS

VC: They don't know anything

AA: ... but then again, he totally didn't chug it.

LC: [ Depends on how long YYou haven't slept in sopor. ] LC: [ I went 1-2 weeks of period without sleeping in sopor at times. ] LC: [ But it got different effects on everYYone. It tends to knock me out for longer. ] LC: [ Also I disagree on chugging it. Don't do it. ]

AA: listen to lal, man, he's the wornd of wisdom herne. >:}

ID: i mean it's been.

SS: (Fuck you, VC, Sxpa and X are totes the certxfxed scxenterrorxsts here.)

ID: we'll just say it's been a long while.

VC: If Laledy is wisdom than the asterrroid should end me now

SS: (Shxt, pal, X bet X've got you beat!)

ID: so good on me for not climbing in.

ID: i mean probably not but sure ss, you get the crown.

SS: (And go stand outsxde and stare at the lxght, Cennef, xt'll do xt's work quxcker that way!)

LC: [ Then hopefullYY other than sleeping for longer than YYou should it shouldn't have anYY side effects. ] LC: [ But if the sopor is gross on the top, clean that off. ]

AA: wait wtf why don't I get a crnown??

VC: I trrreassurre my rremaining moments, spent in the company of idiots they might be.

VC: ...with the exception of ID and LC

AA: lal, soz, i'm also beatin' you forn yrn crnown.

SS: (Dude, xf you're gonna be borxng about the one-up game, at least dd on your ~totes vxctory~.)

LC: [ Cause that's not healthYY to mix with the still decent bits. ]

AA: this is just like a full scale fucking shakedown, apparnently. >:}

ID: sorry lal, no deets, you're too busy fighting for your crown.

SS: (Why are you up and beatxn me up for everythxn??) SS: (You want my wallet, too?) SS: (X got some lxnt, a pxce of gum, and two caegars.)

AA: shit, you gonna give me yrn wallet?

ID: also fuck yeah, i'm not an idiot.

SS: (Thxs just xn: XD tryxn to be edgy, can't be botherxn to be entertaxnxn whxle he's at xt.)

AA: bc, y, then i totes want it.

VC: Unforrrunately he's prrrobably rright.

VC: Given I once took his sorrry carrrcass forr food.

SS: (You're gonna hafta buy me a wallet fxrst, Sxpa, X axn't actually got one.)

SS: (But X'll totes gxve xt to you after!)

AA: uuuuuuuugh.

ID: man sip do you just collect us poor little beggars.

AA: 'kay, so, like, step O N E of the fairn is buying you a wallet. AA: step two is rnoughing you up forn it.

LC: [ FranklYY, sopor is gross and I never can fathom how some trolls out there can turn it into a sopor pie and eat it. ]

VC: What a time-honorrred trrradition

SS: (Dude, VC, that was a date.)

VC: It baffles me too, LC

VC: That was the exact opposite of a date

VC: Emprrress forrrbid

LC: [ It's... toxic. It's known to be toxic to be consumed in such manner. ]

ID: i mean alcohol is toxic too but trolls love glugging it down.

SS: (But xf xt makes you feel better to say you totes meant to get your charxty cred xn afore the asteroxd kxlled us all, X'm down, X'm down.) SS: (See, X'm a nxce guy! (\unu/) )

VC: Alcohol at least doesn't look entirrrely unappetizing

ID: i say it depends on the alcohol.

VC: Warrn me when you'rrre about to actually be funny, Laledy, I nearly hurrrt my own thrroat laughing.

VC: If you'rrre nice then I fearrr forr trollkind

LC: [ That's true - I am not a fan of alcohol to be honest with YYou ID. ] LC: [ There are well. Alot of such things. ]

SS: (Sure, pal, axn't nothxn up and even tolerant 'bout puttxn up wxth some rando rustxe monologuxng 'bout her you totes suck whxle you server her a drxnk.) SS: (TFW workxng customer servxce, tbh.)

ID: some trolls are gonna destroy their thinkpans one way or another! some choose alcohol, or drugs, or sopor pies. or getting hit in it a lot i guess.

AA: y, exactly.

VC: Some spend time with Laledy

VC: He's rright about one thing, if I had any sense, I would have just left

LC: [ Well all those options are unpleasant. Save for the last one, VC. I don't know LaledYY well enough to draw anYY judgements YYet. ]

SS: (Shxt, u rxte!) SS: (X axn't never met Sxpa xn my lxfe!)

VC: Prrray you neverr know him well enough to tell

AA: nah, getting hit in the pan lots is W A Y fun.

ID: all i know about ss is that he seems like a yappy little ankle-biting woofbeast. only his yapping is dirty jokes.

SS: (For me.)

AA: go take a few rnounds, lc. >:}

AA: don't frnont, lal, if someone hit you in the head, it'd, like, pop off. >:P

SS: (Dude, don't put me on front street lxke that!) SS: (X'm sensxtxve 'bout the fact that xt's prosthetxc, axght??)

VC: That's not too farr off, ID

ID: of course not, i'm a good judge of character. =:P

LC: [ ... Well. ] LC: [ I have a feeling that was a quick summarYY YYou just gave there, ID. ] LC: [ And uh, AA, does YYour job involve such incidents happening, or... ]

VC: It does, arrren't you some rrring fighterr orr something, AA

AA: i get paid to pop ppl in the face. it's harnd wornk, but somebody's gotta do it.

AA: >:P

SS: (VC's the best judge a'character, XD, don't even flxp!) SS: (She's exp good at judgxn folks that she's up and throwxn xsh xn the faces off whxle they're tryxn to fxgure out how she lxkes her drxnk.) SS: (#Tfw actually salty abt thxs shxt.)

ID: sip isn't dedicated enough to the cause to pop people in the face for free.

VC: oh wow, did I actually pierrce yourr veneerr of indifferrrence and flippancy

VC: Colorrr me surrprrised

SS: (X'd lxke my asshole cred to be dedxcated to my actual awful qualxtxes, pal!) SS: (X axn't no sellout. (\qnq/) )

SS: (You're ruxnxn my xmage!)

AA: wait, wait, arne we rneffing me orn

VC: I think you've well supplied those.

AA: omfggg, stop using handles, use rneal names. i can't keep up w/ this shit and yrn quirnks. >:{

VC: In my case.

ID: i forget names.

ID: uh. sip. lal? uh.

VC: I admittedly stayed away forrr a while after causing some disputes

ID: i don't even know lc's name.

AA: tattoo them on yrn knuckles!!

SS: (Eyyy, X made the lxst! (\ouo/) )

LC: [ Ah, I see AA. ] LC: [ And just call me YYerman. So YYou don't need to refer to me bYY handle. ]

AA: look, 'kay, if you don't rnemebern names, i'll totes G I V E folks names.

ID: yer it is.

AA: lc, yrn now yern.

VC: So I don't expect people to know mine, and I'm a bit unfamiliarrr with most otherrs

AA: vc, yrn now... foxy.

SS: (Omfg, Cennef, dxd you for cereals get run outta town??)

ID: look at sip. bitching about quirks when hers messes up people's names.

VC: No

SS: (How salty do you gotta be tho.)

CC: my quirnk ain't nevern messed up anybody's name, losern.

SS: (Also, shxt, mb, soz for callxn you by the wrong name, Foxy.)

ID: i mean okay, sorry yern this is your name now.

CC: unlike lals'. >:} is it id or xd?? we just don't know.

SS: (Xt's obvx ecks dee, dude.)

AA: yern is his name, y. totes just established that. AA: trny to keep up!

LC: [ Uh, YYern? That. Well. ]

SS: (Xt's always ecks dee.)

LC: [ Alright, I guess. ]

VC: Oh look, now you've made the poorr cerrulean uncomforrrtable

VC: and if I'm sympathizing, up is down, left is rrright

ID: oh also i'm hadean yern.

AA: uncomfy, orn grnateful that i all went up and imprnoved his shit?

AA: y, yern, i'm siparna.

ID: since no one was nice enough to say my name. =>:I

LC: [ I am not uncomfortable, VC. I just got surprised cause I looked awaYY for a moment. ]

LC: [ I am alright. ]

VC: Oh, you _are_ some sorrrt of prrizefighterr arren't you?

AA: lmfao, soz, frnom now on, i'll totes starnt intrnoducing you F I RN ST.

VC: I know I've hearrd that name somewherre

LC: [ ID, sorrYY, how maYY I call YYou? ]

AA: hadean. >:}

ID: ^^^^

AA: no nicknames, that shit's lame.

VC: ...ugh, wait, I know wherre now

ID: how many times have you nicknamed me sip. =:I

VC: Damn you, Matarrri

VC: Oh well

AA: and y, foxy, i am totes famous. wicked mad famous. so famous you've prnobs got a coonpillow w/ my face on it.

VC: Ha

AA: if you do, btw, take pics, that's fucking weirnd.

VC: No

AA: arne you surne.

AA: and haaaads. AA: yrn nickname is like, a show of ourn special cornpse buddy bond, duh.

VC: I can't knit one, so it holds no interrrest forr me

ID: oh well in that fucking case i suppose i can accept it.

LC: [ Ah, alright. Thanks. ] LC: [ And I am afraid mYY coon pillows don't meet that rating AA. TheYY all got map prints on them. ]

VC: ...so you can find wherrre to go to sleep everry day?

VC: I'd think you wouldn't get lost doing _that_

AA: lmfao, well, _good_. AA: and mb they'rne blind, foxy.

ID: you fancy trolls and your coon pillows.

AA: yrn trnying to grnow gills in a bathtub, dude, don't starnt shit abt coon pillows.

AA: S O M E O F U S use coonpillows to cope. AA: with not having giant ass ablution trnaps. >:'{

LC: [ VC. ] LC: [ I wouldn't want to go into that, thank YYou. ] LC: [ And uhm, definitelYY not blind. Well. ]

VC: Maybe I'm a deep-dwelling fuchsia, Siparra

VC: Somehow I doubt it

VC: See?

ID: man i gotta admit this ablution trap is the fucking best.

ID: it's been like five perigees since i got hot water sip let me enjoy this. =>:I

LC: [ I am onlYY blind if I don't find mYY glasses. Because mYY vision gets blurrYY. ] LC: [ Other than that, I am fine. ]

VC: _Five perrigees_ ?

VC: What on Alterrrnia have you been doing, ID.

LC: [ And YYou should totallYY enjoYY YYour hot water, Hadean. ]

ID: traveling. using the rain. or barrels.

VC: Maybe the asterrroid will cull some unforrrtunate sap and you can take theirrr hive, if it doesn't get the lot of us

AA: hot watern's pointless unless you add B U B B L E S.

AA: did you add bubbles??

ID: i got fucking water jets in this thing.

ID: which is superior to bubbles.

LC: [ That's indeed, superior. ] LC: [ And five sweeps is a long time. YYou definitelYY deserve that. ] LC: [ ... Is the asteroid still in the air? It should have landed bYY now, or so I think. ]

ID: i dunno. i'm busy in the bath so some other loser look.

VC: LC, he said _perigees_

VC: ...not to be pedantic

VC: Except I am

VC: Oh well

VC: Hang me laterr orr wait forr the asterroid forr my impudence, orr something

ID: no i have now never been in hot water for five sweeps.

LC: [ Perigees or not, anYYone deserves a good hot water time. ] LC: [ ... Given the troll in question is not the scum of Alternia, that is. ]

SS: (Wow, pal, that's some srs shade you're throwxn, there!)

VC: ...what standarrrds do you have forr scum

LC: [ I should have clarified that last bit, but seriouslYY, there are trolls who go out of their waYY to just mutilate and harm others* who didn't offend them for no good reason. ]

LC: [ Or caused them no harm. Or no issues. ]

ID: hahah mmm just gonna enjoy this hot water.

SA: define offend.

VC: Prrobably hit them overr the head

VC: That generrrally classifies offense on Alterrnia

VC: That orr stealing my god damned yarrn, which is unforrrgivable

VC: also hello SA, I don't think I've seen you beforrre

LC: [ Offend as in, didn't hurt their emotions or them phYYsicallYY. ]

LC: [ This is a complex subject I brought mYYself into, isn't it. ]

SA: hello. You haven't.

VC: Congrrrats forr noticing, LC.

VC: Morrralls arren't always clearr-cut, who knew.

ID: welcome to the chatroom then sa. it's kinda busy right now.

SA: many trolls have a fragile ego, anything could be a would to their emotions. I admire your ability to continue digging this hole, LC.

VC: That it is.

VC: HA

VC: Okay, I like this one

LC: [ Thanks, but no need for the sass. ] LC: [ Well, exactlYY. So I feel like I should stop digging this hole now. ]

ID: i'm offended by yern's definition of offense.

VC: Oh my

VC: Shall you duel him overr it

LC: [ WhYY exactlYY? ]

ID: no because that would make me scum apparently. =:'(

VC: Just like with that jade boy?

VC: HA

VC: Oh yes, we can't have that

VC: Is your ego frrragile as well, as SA mentioned

ID: well lc is seeing everything from a blueblood lens.

LC: [ Well I can't think about everYY possible exceptions that exist on Alternia. ]

VC: Mm, trrue

ID: it's different.

LC: [ I trYY to see the world not just through cerulean and blueblooded lenses, but alas I am aware that task is not easYY to achieve. ]

VC: Well, crredit forr being awarrre, I suppose

LC: [ There are things I might overlook unintentionallYY, so forgive me for that. ]

SA: I've already decided i'm going to nitpick everything you say and we've just met.

SA: I'm very sorry.

ID: well at least you apologized for being privileged.

VC: This sounds verry enterrtaining

LC: [ Well I am positive that decision is not exactlYY... A good one, SA. ]

AA: oh my god.

AA: sa, i've decided yrn my new fave.

AA: what arne we nitpicking??

VC: LC's errrorrs

SA: their many errors.

SA: It may not be a good one but it has yet to yield a majority unpopular result.

LC: [ I am onlYY a troll, just like everYYone else. ]

ID: uh not like everyone else, you're blue. duh.

LC: [ No one is perfect, and I'd be a fool to claim that I am. ]

VC: SA is cleverr and plays the crrowd

LC: [ Well I can't help about the blood colour I was born with, and no one else can. ]

VC: Clearly we have an experienced crritic herre

ID: you'll see when soaking in this tub turns me violet.

SA: perhaps you should use a tinted bathbomb, it may yield faster results, ID.

LC: [ ... Well I feel like I should bid mYY farewell for now and keep an eYYe out for this meteor. ]

VC: If you grrow gills I support Siparra dissecting you

VC: Forr science

ID: fucking rude vc.

VC: what

VC: I just want to ~add to ourr pool of knowledge~

VC: Orr whateverr scientists say

ID: hahah bye lc i think we overwhelmed they guy.

SA: goodbye, LC. Next time I would like your name.

VC: Yerrrman

VC: ...Yerman

ID: i want my soft squishy body in one piece.

VC: That's his name

AA: n, foxy, yrn getting it wrnong.

AA: jfc, drnag a guy A N D fuck up his name, why don't you?

AA: his name's yern.

AA: sa. jsyk. >:}

VC: Oh of courrrse

VC: My bad

VC: Yes, SA, his name is clearrly Yer, ignore everrrything else.

AA: yern!!!

VC: Yernman.

VC: Ha

SA: ...Yern...

SA: I am sorry.

VC: Forr what

VC: You didn't brrring the asterroid did you

VC: In that case you should be sorrrry

VC: For strrressing us all out

SA: yes, i used astronomically scaled telekinesis and a number of steroids to rip something in space into our orbit to terrorize strangers.

SA: I haven't heard of any asteroid. did something happen?

VC: what

VC: have you not looked out yourrr window

ID: or read any newsfeed.

SA: i've spent the last few days in relative isolation, actually. Playing my handheld.

ID: oh great we got another nerd in here didn't we.

ID: what flavor nerd are you?

SA: the completionist kind.

SA: what kind of nerd are you?

VC: Completing what, though

VC: HA

TC: !s Hadea~ be!~g a~ ass aga!~

ID: i'm the not a nerd kind.

VC: Hadean's a wanderring nerrd, I'd say

ID: oh god she's back.

VC: oh, is this yourr violently amorrrous pitch suitorrr

RS: | Hahaha | I think He Is | Judging from What I Just Read | RS: | Or | Well | RS: | Not Moreso than Anyone Else | ? |

RS: | | Violently Amorous Pitch Suitor | ? |

TC: Excuse me?

SA: games. I complete games a hundred percent. A wandering nerd would be useful, knowing all sorts of jeopardy facts about travel.

SA: is this gossip?

TC: !D what have you bee~ tell!~g people about me?

ID: i mean i travel but i'm not good at remembering shit about where i've been.

ID: oh i just shared some of your comments.

ID: y'know. the horror screams and horse piss ones.

RS: | The | What | Piss Ones |

RS: |- What -|

ID: tc just wants to drown me in horse urine, nbd.

SA: that's. disgusting.

VC: It is, isn't it

RS: | That's not Pitch | That's Simply Alarming |

VC: I was joking, Pheres

RS: | TC | I am Disappointed | =:( |

VC: Honest pitch is rrarrely founded by disgusting thrreats, haha

VC: And oh, you like games, SA?

VC: What kind?

ID: all because i told tc she had to fight me if she wanted to fight gliese. =:'(

SA: most pitch relationships are violent pranks and misaligned intentions. it is about being pointlessly mean, as children are.

SA: VC, I play pokemon.

VC: !!!!

VC: so do I!

VC: Though I usually call it Fiduspawn, haha

RS: | | Is It | ? | RS: | I don't Think It Is | SA | If You will Pardon My Interruption |

VC: And pfft, SA

VC: How old arre you, then

SA: how old are you?

VC: 9 sweeps

SA: older.

VC: Well goodness

SA: by one sweep.

RS: | It's more About Rivalry | Isn't It | ? |

SA: 😃

VC: I didn't rrealize we werre - ha

RS: | Hahaha |

VC: Not THAT much olderr then

SA: no, but enough i could be nitpicky about it. Also, I don't think that is the intention of blackrom, no. But I think that's wha ti becomes. my roommate experienced something like that in his blackrom.

SA: what are you experiences?

VC: Mm, technically I've neverr had a pitch

ID: a good rivalry is hard to find and a lot of trolls just settle for whoever is a jerk to them.

VC: But my ideal one would be a strrrong rivalrrry wherre we both encourrage each other to become betterrr

TC: ! sta~d by my words to Hadea~

VC: Otherrwise it would be borrring

TC: Horse p!ss a~d all

SA: horse piss has nothing to do with becoming better.

VC: Oh, I'm so glad you felt the need to rrreiterrate that

VC: It really doesn't

SA: unless it doubles as a radioactive spiderbite and gives you superpowers.

VC: Perrhaps you want to look up some pitchrrrom tips, TC

SA: which I doubt.

VC: Ha

VC: Even if it did

VC: Is that RRREALLY worrrth it

TC: You're ~ot fu~~y VC, !'m ~ot p!tchfl!rt!~g

RS: | Oh | I don't Think | RS: | My Blackroms have been Dreadful | Haha | But | It's a Relationship | ! | There has to be Something More Appealing about Someone | RS: | Than Merely Their Ability to Infuriate You | Otherwise | Why would You ever Stick Around | ? |

SA: I asked my roommate tha tsame thing.

VC: Gosh, you don't mind my charrmingly light-pumperred barrbs amusing? Woe.

SA: anyone can infuriate someone. It is not hard.

SA: clearly i am pitch for

SA: yern.

VC: HA

SA: ?

VC: I don't think much of yourrr taste, SA

VC: what does a mild cerrulean have to offerrr you in way of rrrivalrry

VC: See how easily he backed off?

RS: | Haha | RS: | I don't Know | I could Ship It | =:P |

VC: _Rreally_, Pherrres

VC: You arre such a dorrrk

SA: Nothing, but they are an example of how easy it is to say anything remotely negative is a black flirtation. like RS said.

SA: please do not ship it.

RS: | Yes | ! | Look at That | Ah | RS: | Mildly Contentious Ire | that was On-Going | RS: | Clearly Romcom Material |

VC: Ha

SA: also what ID said, I apologize. This is the busiest thing i've seen in a long time.

SA: It is cozy

ID: ahahah might have fallen asleep in the bath.

ID: nearly rip me.

SA: remove yourself.

TC: stay !~ the bath

TC: Fall asleep some more

ID: and there's tc being tc again.

SA: that was a not very subtle wish for their demise.

TC: Fuck off

SA: i ship this.

TC: That was - what, ~o

ID: eww.

SA: 😂

ID: no one is allowed to ship me. =:I

TC: That's d!sgust!~g a~d you should feel bad, SA

VC: Not even in a charrming pale orrr ashen quad? Darrn

VC: Therre go my plans

ID: wait what.

RS: | Oh My |

SA: I'm only teasing.

ID: vc better be kidding too.

VC: clearrrly I'm _100%_ serrrious

VC: so serrrious

VC: you don't even know

RS: | Your Ashen Aspirations are as Clear as the Murdercomet Soaring Through Our Skies |

VC: Maybe I have an entirrre shipping wall

RS: | It is Too Late | They have been Unveiled |

ID: pff ashen what.

VC: Gasp

ID: hard pass.

VC: Pherres has caught me out

SA: who are you shipped with, VC?

VC: Haha

VC: No one!

SA: liar.

VC: No, rreally

RS: | She Said | Her Plans have been Dashed | of a Charming Pale or Ashen Quad |

VC: I have somehow escaped that - hahaha

RS: | I am Making No Assumptions Here | RS: | Only Taking Her at Her Word | =:B |

VC: except forrr my clearrrly entirely serrious inclinations towarrrd Hadean.

ID: oh pelase schoolfeed us pheres. master of quads.

RS: | Only if You Say Please |

ID: i just fucking did.

RS: | I am Not Certain | what Pelase Is |

VC: Oh please, grrreat Pherrres, masterrr of quads

ID: smartmouth. =:I

VC: do tell us yourrr wisdom.

RS: | =:B |

RS: | | Wait | What Wisdom | ? |

RS: | I have Lost Track of This Joke |

VC: I'm surrre we will all benefit.

ID: your wisdom of alll the quads.

VC: About quads, you absurrrd dweeb.

ID: you're more successful than us poor pupas.

VC: Werre you not paying attention.

VC: Clearrly we all need your guidance.

ID: with our bleak empty quads.

SA: a negligent teacher.

ID: =:'(

VC: Except perrhaps SA, who seems to be a harrdened veterran

SA: yes, with my many quadrants. All filled. all flawless.

ID: sa is the idol we must all aspire to.

SA: hell no.

SA: i am not allowed to have quadrants. simple.

VC: SA, why won't you accept ourrr - what

SA: it leaves plenty of room for judgement

VC: Why

RS: | Haha | Oh My | RS: | SA has to Share Their Wisdom | ! | I could Give You Advice | But

RS: | Wait | Why | ? |

SA: i'm more interested in RS's advice.

ID: ahahah no romance because judgement. that's new.

SA: I mean because i can make no relationship faux pas i can judge you all i'd like.

VC: Hah

ID: sa has no advice so cough up yours pheres.

ID: no backing out now.

ID: we said please.

RS: | Oh | Heavens |

IA: Is every-one sharing relati-onship advice?

ID: not everyone, just pheres.

RS: | Yes | We are Absolutely |- ALL -| Sharing Relationship Advice |

RS: | Please Start | IA |

ID: you've never had any other quads ever? =:/

IA: --Oh dear

ID: share the one quad knowledge then! plenty of sageness to ingest.

RS: | I mean | Of Course I've had Past Quadrants | RS: | But | So have You | ! |

IA: Always kn-ow where y-our quadrants live in case -of emergencies?

ID: ahahah guess again.

ID: my quads are salted withered husks.

RS: | Oh | Come On | RS: | You've never Had a Quadrant At All | ? | Ever | ? | RS: | You're Older than I | Aren't You | ? |

RS: | And | IA | Haha | RS: | That is Sage Advice | I will Second | =:) |

ID: nah. i'm just not a good catch clearly!

SA: what salt did you use for that? himalayan pink or sea?

RS: | Oh | RS: | | I'm sure It's Not That | Haha | You are Perfectly Lovely | and Will Find Someone Eventually |

CC: I mean, I haven't ever had a pro=per quadrant! CC: But I think I'm also= yo=under than yo=u, Pheres. ／(=⌒x⌒=)＼ CC: So= it pro=bably do=esn't co=unt fo=r much.

RS: | For Each Square |

ID: the salt that burns your feet if you step on it bare.

SA: delicious.

RS: | ! | ! | ! | How have You |- NOT -| had a Quadrant | Kit | ? | RS: | That seems Implausible |

CC: !!

RS: | Or | Like Everyone You Know has Exceptionally Dreadful Taste |

CC: I mean, I've dated peo=ple before!

VC: What have you all been doing, I've had a matesprit and a moirail and I spent six sweeps of my life almost entirely isolated

ID: man look at pheres so much more baffled by cc. it's almost like they don't think i'm a good catch.

CC: It just never really wo=rked o=ut?

ID: =:'( =:'( =:'(

SA: VC Show us the way.

IA: Perhaps it just never has happened?

VC: hah

VC: They did not worrk out

IA: I haven't held a quadrant in sweeps.

VC: Though both did last for sweeps

VC: So they werrre good rrrelationships

VC: But unforrtunately even good things end

ID: ...this better not be a joke where your quads were actually your fronds all along.

IA: It's n-ot a particularly bad thing if -one d-oes n-ot have a quadrant.

VC: Wow, and I thought nobody could be morrre tasteless than Laledy

VC: Good job

SA: your life is neither jeopardized or enriched by not having one, as a child.

VC: You outdid him

RS: | Haha | Oh | Dear |

ID: what, you've never heard a quad-frond joke vc.

ID: or seen the memes.

RS: | Please Do Not Show These Memes |

SA: "the real quads were the friends we made a long the way"

CC: Pheres, I'm pretty sure that saying that's ho=w yo=u get peo=ple to sho=w them.

ID: oh please pheres it's just a picture of a hand with a caption that they just broke up with their mate usually.

CC: ／(=´x`=)＼

ID: followed by a picture of the opposite frond saying their black relationship is still healthy as ever.

VC: Lorrd

RS: | Good Heavens |

IA: S-o, why were we sharing relati-onship advice?

ID: pheres still hasn't really.

RS: | Oh | Hmph | RS: | Fine | My Relationship Advice | is | RS: | | Um |

RS: | Hm |

IT: Have MANY of little ConsequenCe?

VC: oh no

RS: | That | and Having a Great Many of Little Consequence |

VC: You don't get to give relationship advice at all, Orrrpheo

ID: WOW YOUR ADVICE SUCKS.

IA: That's c-onfusing advice.

VC: though I'm not sure you could do worrse than Pherres

VC: I'm disappointed, Pherrres

ID: even i know that the key to a good relationship is communication.

IT: I was not! I was refering to Dysseu's relationships!

RS: | Haha | RS: | Excuse Me | ? |

IT: I have not HAD a serendipitous relationship, VC >:O

IA: --Oh dear

RS: | So | Please Do not Cast False Aspersions |

IT: I wouldst ne'er Cast Fals Aspersions

IT: Thou knowst this

VC: Wow, I am so shocked by this inforrmation, Orrrpheo

VC: Shocked and rrelieved

ID: woowww pheres. woowwww.

IT: Thou dost seem familiar, VC

ID: you think not talking to your moirails a lot is good?

IT: I assure thee, I meant no harm to thy quadrantmate or thyself

VC: What, me? Neverr - what

IA: I'm afraid I agree with ID -on this.

RS: | Talking to Them Too Much is an Entirely Separate Problem |

IA: Talking t-o y-our quads and feeling c-omf-ortable talking t-o them is imp-ortant.

ID: hahah woowww.

RS: | That is All | =:| |

ID: uh-uh. =:/

IA: I d- n-ot think it's a particularly bad thing, if the tw-o inv-olved are receptive en-ough t-o -one an-other and it d-oes n-ot upset -one -of them.

RS: | Oh | Make Your Line-Faces | Hadean | RS: | You'll see What I Mean When You Get One | =:) |

IA: Alth-ough I d-o fully rec-ognize that I d-on't have much experience. I've -only ever had -one m-oirail.

ID: ohh i could throw some harsh shade right now.

ID: but i'm nice! so i won't!

IT: Prithee, do so!

RS: | Yes | Please |

VC: go forrr it

RS: | I am Sure We are All Riveted to Hear Your Fascinating Insights | RS: | on Quadrants that You have Never Had |

ID: you sure about that pheres.

RS| =:P |

VC: I'm surre I'll be enterrtained

ID: i mean. you had two moirails.

IT: Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh

ID: haaaddd.

IT: 😮 😮 😮

IA: --Oh dear

RS: | Haha | RS: | Yes | And One is Deceased | And | Well | RS: | Sipara is Sipara |

RS: | I am Afraid You will Have to Try Harder than That |

RS: | If You Want to Give Shade | =:B |

ID: i mean how do you lose sip?

ID: she seems the type to put up with a lot of shit!

IT: I also feel out of synC! Thou and Sipara have separated? Didst ask a surgeon to do the deed?

ID: i guess by not talking to her because you fear getting close to her.

IA: IT, I d-on't believe they mean medically seperated, but have br-oken up as quadrant mates.

RS: | | Hahaha | RS: | Yes | I Meant That | =:B |

RS: | We have been Separated Since Her Delightful Little Romp with Muireach | RS: | So | Ah | A Perigee or Three |

IT: Nay, I didst mean it as a joke as well! But ahhh, hm.

ID: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i think deflecting blame on to anyone but yourself is an issue everyone has with you so i won't take it personally pheres.

VC: Oh my

VC: Quite the statement to thrrrow arround, Hadean

VC: What's yourr rrebuttal, Pherres

ID: aww man i probably super upset him. it's just words!

RS: / as always / I am a bit busy / dealing with / oh / Work / ? / RS: / But my rebuttal is / LOL / RS: / Go bicker with Cennef / Hadean /

RS: / instead of repeating Lucina's tripe / =:) /

ID: someone who knows him confirm if his changed quirk means he's upset.

VC: Well, you heard the man, he said LOL

VC: The greatest trump of all

RS: / why in the world / would it mean I'm upset / ? / RS: / That is silly / Haha /

RS: / and / yes / precisely / =:P /

ID: you're still quirking weird so. =:/ so i feel like. upset.

ID: you do know it's okay to tell someone to, y'know. back off and shit.

VC: ...in all serriousness I concurr with Hadean

RS: / oh / heavens / does changing my quirk for convenience bother you that much / ? / RS: | Here | Then |

ID: most trolls don't just up and change their quirks! it makes the rest of us. uh.

ID: uneasy.

VC: How _darre_ you do such a thing, Pherres

VC: Inconsiderrate

VC: How could you inflict this sufferrring on a poorrr unforrtunate trroll.

ID: ugh. =:/ i'm sorry if i got too harsh on you.

RS: | No | That's Fine | That is Merely Your Personality | RS: | Perhaps You should Apologise for Your Insistence on Prying into My Romantic Life | Instead | ? | RS: | Or | Mm | Explain | ? | =:\ |

ID: first off the shit with emerel was kinda. trying to figure out if there was a way to get him to stop without telling him flat out to stop?

ID: because with usual trolls flinging another quad in to things will end shit right down.

RS has attached ACTUALLYWORKING.PNG to the chat! RS: / mm / might I remind you that you and Lucina contacted Emerel /- PRIOR -/ to any of your ill advised shenanigans with him / ? /

RS: / the picture is to save comments on my supposed state of upset / just so you know / =:1 /

ID: oh well that was because you called me a liar.

RS: / oh / heavens / because you are a paragon of honesty / and your honour felt besmirched / ? /

ID: damn straight.

ID: also why are you working when the world is gonna end.

RS: | =:1 |

ID: well pheres, tell me when i have lied! if i am such a liar.

RS: | We're not going to Die to An Asteroid | That would be Silly | RS: / And / Mm / I don't Think I Need To /

RS: / especially / Since You just Did / =:1 /

ID: uh-huh, we'll see when we're all dead.

ID: i did?

LL: Dude, speak for YOURSELF. If that thing gets any CLOSER, I'm BOOKING it.

LL: Fuck THIS joint, I got other places I can be.

ID: well now you have to take us all with you ll!

LL: SORRY, dude, there's only ONE ID I'm dragging up with me, and it's not YOU.

LL: Find your OWN ride! Mine's all FULL.

RS: / yes / ! / RS: / and / well / make sure you stop by before you flee for your life / LL / ! / you wouldn't want to miss the fair /

ID: aww fuck it. guess we all have to die sometime.

ID: when did i lie?

LL: Of COURSE! LL: Faire first, THEN abandoning the planet.

LL: I promised you a SWORD, didn't I? >:D

RS: | And You Did | ! | =:B |

ID: still wanna know where i lied. =:I

RS: | You are Awfully Het Up about That | Aren't You | ? |

ID: can't just call a troll a liar without proof!

LL: PRETTY sure he was talking about the end of the world thing, dude.

RS: | Absolutely |

ID: uh-huh. =:/

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