Jan 29, 2022
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𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑
@flipsscript @princekarate @taughtbalance @vypcr
BABE, YOUR AIM SUCKS. feat. @flipsscript
This World Peace chat has existed for barely an hour and so much has already happened. Time for out of context screenshots.
featuring @taughtbalance (my co-conspirator <3) @flipsscript @princekarate @mercytaught @webheadedhero
↪ [ душа моя ] : i need you to come get me asap ↪ [ душа моя ] : at cobra kai
cobra kai was the last place she thought to have to pick up hawk at. so of course she dropped everything and rushed over to get him. it was like some sick form of dejavu' when she got there and there was a couple of the guys she didn't recognize lingering around and when she finally saw hawk, she understood why and there was a white hot anger that flooded through her. she'd never seen him this bad and it almost instantly terrified her.
"hey, hey. i'm here." she crouched down next to her boyfriend and tried to get him sitting up. "what happened? did they do this to you?" laura knew the answer before he even had the chance to ask him. "can you stand?" she could feel the tears brimming in her eyes seeing him this way, but she was trying to keep her composure so that she could help him. she needed to not completely fall apart. not yet at least.
@flipsscript
@flipsscript made my spider-sense tingle: ‘ here, let me help you. ’
𝑹𝑷 𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑬 : ways to react to an injury. pt. 1 * change pronouns as needed. [ my / your ] is dependent on the receiver.
peter drew his head back a little, the words were...foreign to him. someone wanting to help him other than may? not that he thought hawk would do anything to him, but old habits died hard for him. he looked around quickly as if he were seeing if someone was going to drop down and try and humiliate him further. “ uh--no, it’s uh--it’s nothing.” pressing the ice pack to the side of his cheek. “ pulling his lip into his mouth and yelping, the quick jolt let him know he had a cut there too. “ this is nothin’, you should see them.” he paused while touching a finger to his lip and drawing back to see if it was still actively bleeding. “ I dunno why I said that. the only injury they might have is a shin splint from running after me. or maybe a few knuckles scraped from my face.” he grew quiet for a moment, genuflecting on someone actually offering to help him.
swallowing the little amount of pride he had before taking the ice pack away, “ sorry.” putting his lips together in a thin line, as though it hurt him a bit more to admit this than the beating did. “ I’m just--well--not too used to this. I didn’t mean to try and brush you off. thank you, really. still willing to help even if I said no at first?”
hawk moskowitz , you look like you just saw a ghost.
‘ nah, not this time. just a couple’ve kids doing some weird shit in the street, ’ despite his fan base having a similiar age range, fin mostly stayed away from teenagers and young adults in the wild. they could be scary, when they wanted to be. ‘ should you guys be fighting like that? aren’t you scared someone’s gonna knock out a tooth or somthing? ’ brows furrow a bit as he glances down at the boy, eyes moving up to his mohawk and then back down. ‘ the punk era called, they want their hair back, ’ @flipsscript.
@flipsscript | meme
↪ ∗ 64﹕ sender applies receiver’s makeup
it feels so good to fall into old habits with him. they’re still being a little clumsy, but it’s not a big deal. she could get used to this. the first time around, they’d done things a bit backwards ; they jumped a small step there before they’d really started building friendship. now, it’s just that. or ––– so they like to tell themselves. it’s just the two of them, spending quality time & slowly falling into a familiar pace, without the other elements. the last time he did this for her, she was getting ready to film a vlog. he’d gone with bold colors & gave her a challenge when picking out her outfit. sorry, guys. i’d namedrop the makeup artist, but i’ve got dibs. she never took down a single video. a single picture. she couldn’t. & she’s glad she didn’t.
“ you’ve got glitter on your fingers, don’t even pretend that’s not what you used. ” she laughs, trying to figure out what glittery eye shadow he might’ve chosen. she’s got a few. could be anything, really. she wants to see ! at least her eyes can remain open now as he moves on to the lips with one of her shimmery lip glosses. all signs point to a disco ball look, but she doesn’t mind. instead, she catches herself looking at him a little too attentively as he applies it ––– he’s meticulous, even with the smallest tasks. he’s focusing. & damn it if it isn’t fascinating as hell to the girl who knows so little of order. “ ready ? ” lips purse together to spread the gloss evenly ––– once upon a time she’d ask him what flavor he feels like before applying. he’d be the one that ended up tasting it, anyway. “ right –– ” snap out of it. “ c’mon, mirror, give it. ”
“ you deserved that win. and-- i’m sorry about your hair. ” cold shoulder, probably, right ?? that was the best robby could hope for in this situation. truth was, what the hell else could he say to him ?? with everything considered, eli . . . hawk . . . he had every right to hate him. // @flipsscript