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This has been sitting in my drafts for... I don't know how long! So long I had forgotten ever writing it. But it gave me nice tingles reading it back, so it would be rude not to share right? Hope you enjoy x
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I remember when we first met. Roommates assigned the same two person flat in the student accommodations. You were charming, funny and oh so cute - just on the chubby side of normal. It didn't take long before we fell into a routine. I did the cooking, and you did the cleaning. I remember when I was walking to the bin with the remains of the lasagna I’d made the previous week. I remember you stopping me. “I’ll eat it”, you said. You told me how you hated to see wasted food - how your parents always made meals a little too big, or bought a little too much. You told me how your little brother had given you a nickname - the “garbage disposal”.
You didn’t know at the time how thrilled I was. I’m ashamed to say I took advantage a little - but to be honest, it isn’t as if you put up much of a fight. By the end of our first year we had a new routine: I did the cooking, and you ate it. I invited you to my family’s Thanksgiving. In the day we’d go out for fast food. Your belly started to swell, your breasts too, your hips and thighs filling up with the thick fat your gluttony had sown. The new diet took a slight toll on my waistline too, but thankfully I had someone to save me from temptation. I had my “garbage disposal”.
With increased gluttony came increased sloth. By the start of our second year your studies were becoming a bit of an afterthought. By the third you had dropped out completely. We had our own place together by then. It wasn’t tiny, but you helped make it look smaller. Your belly was starting to hang low across your thighs now, your deep navel almost always visible thanks to the undersized shirts I would provide for you. Your reddened face sporting chubby cheeks and a thick double chin. And your ass, my god your ass. You're sat on it almost always, and it was taking on that couch-squashed-shape sported by true fatties. I guess I have to take some of the blame. But as I say, you didn’t exactly put up much resistance. In fact, you almost seemed to take pride in that once-mocking nickname - you loved being my "garbage disposal".
It's been five years since I graduated, and I’m proud to say you are practically unrecognisable. Your belly has made a steady but slow migration over the years, its lower extremities now kissing your buried knees. That, combined with your vast thighs, has forced any upright movement into a slow waddle - not that you do much waddling these days. Your ass almost fills the double sofa, its shelf rising up your lower back, its mass anchoring you to your proper place - beached in front of the TV, any food you might want within reach. You are utterly insatiable now, and I've been having a hard time keeping up with your hunger. But I make do - anything for my "garbage disposal".
One night, after a long and intimate stuffing session, your distended belly rising with slow, gasping breaths... I thought you'd finally hit your limit. I picked up the half-finished remains of the sheet cake and - feeling your piggish eyes on my back - began to walk it over to the trash. I didn't get more than halfway before you caught enough of your breath to command me to stop. Turning back, I saw your beautiful, desperate look - face burning, breath coming in hard, eyes filled with hunger and arousal - and your fat hands kneading your bloated upper belly. Suddenly, your raised your hands and brought them down with a slap. "Hey babe, if you're going to throw it out... you may as well use the garbage disposal."
give us amnesiac ingo breakbreak ronnie pretty please 💞
Thy wish is my command ❤️
Ingo x F!Reader
Warnings: Angst. Mentions of Pregnancy, mourning, lemon, slight N/SFT, Minors DNI. Happy Ending?
Words: 1.7k
Lets start with a Slow love story: you fall into Hisui, become the Star of The Team Galaxy Survey Corps and save the world, Saviour of Hisui.
You and Ingo had grown closer during your time there, bonding over being strangers in an unfamiliar time. When he stands at the Training Grounds, waiting for a trainer to approach him, he cant help but find himself looking for a glimpse of you on the Jubilife Village roads. Its not uncommon for Rei to wander close to him, teasing him and asking if hes looking for you before benevolently giving Ingo a hint of where you are that day.
When Ingo imagined himself falling in love with someone, he imagined it to be something to slowly creep its way into his heart, and not like it was now: a flurry of emotions and racing heartbeats, hands growing clammy whilst you walked beside him, regaling him of your latest adventures. You had always been beautiful in his eyes, far too beautiful for someone like him.
It ate at his insides like a Parasect, coursing through his veins and just like that, in that very moment as he watched you look up at the moon, Ingo knew. Knew he was done for, hands itching to touch you, feel your skin under his palms, feel the goosebumps rise up your arms. To his knowledge, atleast in Hisui, he had never been a physical person, always keeping his hands to himself but at this very moment, Warden Ingo felt the pangs of just how touch starved he had become.
Months passed, your friendship evolving more and more. Ingo had convinced himself he would rather stay quiet about his adoration for you instead of confessing and being rejected, ruining perhaps any chance he had with you.
He should have expected though that you would know, seeing how flustered and nervous he had begun acting around you; keeping a safe distance between the two of you whenever you walked together, curt short responses when you teased him, asking what type of partner he liked.
You had been the one to show up at his tent during the middle of the night, snow storm raging behind you as you knocked at his door. He had answered and let you in, trying to act normal, offering you tea or water.
“Fuck me instead.” You drawled out, voice dripping in need and desire, hands pulling away your coat to reveal disheveled clothes, practically hanging off of you as if you had boarded Braviary in a rush.
From that day forward, Warden Ingo spent his nights in your tender and adoring hold. Some nights he found himself simply wanting to hold you close, careful to not rub against your newest cuts and bruises.
Other nights, he found himself jerking off to the memory of your body, moans and groans spilling from his lips.
On nights when you were in his arms, he worshipped your body, teeth and lips softly nipping and kissing wherever they can. He held your thighs, softly slamming himself into your heated core.
Thankful was he for Palina’s help in finding preservatives, trying to remember how many times he had spilt himself inside of you. It left him feeling all sorts of emotions, wondering if you would ever be opposed to having children with him. The very thought led to a night filled with promises of eternal lasting love whispered against your skin, begging to hear you call out his name.
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One fateful morning after having spent the night fully consumed in everything that you were, Warden Ingo of the Pearl Clan stepped out for a brief moment. Blush adorned his cheeks, mind replaying the sinful way you had called out his name during your night together. He loved you, heart nearly bursting out of his chest as he remembered you above him, whispering just how much you adored him.
Ingo would never have imagined how his day would go, never had he imagined a voice in the darkness outside of his tent beckoning him closer and closer until he free-fell into the air, landing in a dark area filled with lights-
It is Emmet who found him, Emmet that heard his long lost elder brothers cries echoing in the subway tunnel.
Ingo had found the man with the same face as his, all of his previously lost memories flooding back but it was a bitter win, knowing he had forever left another person that he loved more than life all alone in the past.
That very night, Ingo sat down and let himself go, barely keeping his composure as he recounted all of his time in Hisui to his twin. Lady Sneasler, the Pearl Clan… You.
Emmet tried his best to understand, tried to understand the pain his brother is going through; he was more than elated his elder brother was back but he saw the toll it had on him, heard the name his brother whimpered out during his nightly nightmares and the sound of crying that usually followed. He felt selfish, being overjoyed to have his brother at his side whilst his brother mourned the lose of a lover, never to see you again.
Never could anyone deny how dedicated Emmet was to his twin, trying to understand the trauma he had lived through, trying to understand the lose he felt.
It didn’t take long for Emmet to suggest they take a few weeks off, noticing how utterly defeated his brother seemed. Ingo, accompanied by Emmet, began searching museums for a glimpse of you or any information about you, heart hammering against his ribs while finding bits and pieces of the peaceful Jubilife Village.
Until one day, he finally does, hands trembling, finding a picture of you and a child…. A child with his face, staring back at him in a book. Silver eyes, white gray hair, little hands clutching at your dress, hiding behind your figure away from the photographer. Your smile shone, eyes sparkling as your hand laid on the child’s head, Lady Sneasler beside you.
“Savior of Hisui and Member of the Galaxy Team Y/N and their son Ingo.
Extinct Pokemon: Sneasler.
Not shown: Father, Warden Ingo of the Pearl Clan.”
Despair was what he felt, staring back at the image before him. You had had a child, his child. His mind flooded with thoughts, gaze growing hazy; He had missed your whole pregnancy, missed the first kicks in your stomach, missed you giving birth. Most of all, he has missed being there for you. Who had been there in his stead? Had it been the Diamond Clan Leader Adaman, who praised you at every opportunity available? Had it been the Gingko Guild member Volo, who’s eyes always followed you with ulterior motives in mind? He hoped with his heart that instead it had been your adopted father figure Professor Laventon and Rei.
Emmet watched his brother seated across from him, eyes gazing at a certain picture, fingers tracing it as if he could feel the persons warmth through the page. There they sat in silence for an hour before Emmet asked to see the book, promising to give it back. Ingo acquiesced, staring at his brother as he pulled out his phone, snapping a picture of the page.
The picture of you, his son and Lady Sneasler became his new phone background, keeping it close to his heart at all times.
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It was Emmet who found a boy all alone, clothes out of place, his young silver eyes gliding around the crowded subway waiting area. Emmet felt tears begin to form as the boy caught a glimpse of him, his smile all too knowing, all too wide.
Emmet knew what the boy would say but he didn’t care, bending down to one knee as the boy ran to him. A lone Pokeball seemed attached to the boys clothes, bouncing with the boys steps.
“Papa! Papa, Mama and I have been looking for you!” The boy sweetly said, little hands reaching out to touch the man’s coat, looking him over. Emmet couldn’t find it in himself to correct the boy, tears threatening to spill at the spitting image of himself and his brother standing right before him.
“Oh, Im sorry, you aren’t my Papa, you look like him very much!”
“I am Emmet! W-what is your name?” Emmet gasped, trying to keep his emotions at bay but failing, hand reaching out to hold his nephew closer.
A woman, dressed just as strangely as the boy approached, pulling the boy towards her, voice soft as you cut the conversation off.
“Ingo darling, what did I say about-“ You stopped, eyes finally landing on the man your child smiled at, pointing at him.
“Mama! Look, the man with the same face as Papa!” The boy giggled softly, hands grasping at your kimono, delight clear in his gray eyes.
You had barely had a second to understand what you were seeing before a familiar voice rang out in the crowded subway hall, loud and clear and so very beautiful, causing your heart to race.
“Emmet, where are you?” It rang out, your eyes fixating on the black hat as it approached closer, making its way-
“PAPA!” Your son cried out, running towards the oblivious man, laughing as he tackled his father’s legs and nearly causing the conductor to fall. Confusion clouded his silver eyes before looking down at the child and back up, landing finally on you.
“Hello Warden Ingo.” You whispered, words all too loud in the crowd, watching as Ingo processed what was happening. You could practically see the cogs in his mind racing, his rough hands shaking as he knelt down to the excited child.
“Come, lets go see Mama.” Ingo whispered as he pulled the boy close and stood, making his way towards you. Little hands grasped his coat in childish glee, Ingo’s heart burning with love for the child.
Ingo, unlike Emmet, let his tears fall, allowing himself to cry as you pulled him into your sweet and gentle embrace, arms around both he and his child.
“We have arrived at our final destination.” You whispered against his skin, smiling as the stoic and silent man finally truly laughed. Ingo laughed as tears continued to form and fall, hands clutching both you and his boy. Far in his mind was the fear of being stared at by passing people, too occupied in feeling your warm hold and his boy’s giggles against his chest.
Emmet simply smiled, watching his brother hold onto you as if life itself depended on it. He couldn’t help but observe you for a moment, noticing the scars along your skin, similar to the ones his brother wore. Finally, his eyes landed on your hip; wooden Pokeballs adorned your kimono, held in a similar fashion as your boy.
(yo!! fishcake here! thanks for reading this! <3 I SUCK AT WRITING SORRY also i’m gonna use proper grammar since it reads better)
Summary: 1 month after kraang attacked big mama decided to stop being crime boss and let her prisoners go (for tax benefits) one of them being usagi, who has known nothing but cold violence. anygays flash forward and leo and usagi are kiss kiss fall in love???? tba
Chapter 1
Big Mama was faced with the hardest financial decision she ever had to make. She had to choose between saving her Battle Nexus from structural ruin or letting her captives go. Now, Big Mama loved her Nexus. It was her main source of entertainment. There was truly nothing like mindless violence and senseless death to start your day. But.. to fix it from the devastation caused by the invasion would take every penny she had. And if there was anything Big Mama loved more than her Nexus was the money it brought her. The Kraang had wrecked not only the physical structure of the Hidden City with their attacks, but also the economic structure. Food became scarce as collapsed buildings from the surface covered everything underground in dust and concrete debris. The once beautiful Hidden City had become a wasteland. Not unrepairable, but for the time being, a wasteland. Big Mama had lived long enough to have seen times like these before. She knew that Yokai became animalistic when faced with times of uncertainty. So she also knew that to survive she needed to keep as much money as possible to support herself. Big Mama adjusted her glasses with the tip of her fingers. Standing alone in the ruins of her arena, she flipped out her custom hand-held phone. After clicking the side and pressing ‘call’ she put her lips up to the speaker.
“ Release them. “
Then hung up the phone.
Yuichi Usagi was ecstatic when he heard the guards outside the holding cell start screaming.
He had first noticed the shaking a few hours ago when he first returned from his latest, and final, fight. The guard had just completed shackling his newly bloodied arms when he saw the chains shaking. Confused, he peered up at the guard, trying to gauge his expressions. The guard appeared just as confused as Usagi was.
“ Stop staring at me, rodent. “ He snarled, replacing his confusion with anger. The rabbit smirked.
“ Oh, baby, I just can’t help but stare at a beautiful guy like you. Say, why don’t you unchain me, “ He lifted up his handcuffs. “ and we can get lunch? “
“ Just shut yer trap already or I’ll make ya. “ Shoving Usagi to the ground, Big Mama’s lizard henchmen stormed away and locked the cell.
“ Worth a shot, “ He grumbled after the guard was completely gone, resting his chin on his unhurt hand. Well, at least he thought it was his undamaged hand. Sucking in his breath, he winced as he inspected at his left arm. Dark bruises were starting to form on his arm, somewhat hidden beneath his unkempt fur. He hummed softly to himself as he rubbed his forearm.
Yuichi peered out his window to see how distracted the guards were. He had been waiting for 12 years ever since he got kidnapped by Big Mama’s brutes. He couldn’t miss this. But the glee on his face fell when he realized this wouldn’t be his chance to escape. It would be his funeral. The entire Battle Nexus was collapsing, with him in it.
The rabbit yokai furiously rammed his shoulder into the steel door. He felt himself scream for his aunt. It was a subconscious thing. Maybe it was because he knew he was about to join her. But thanks to some miracle, the door eventually was chucked off its hinges and hit the ground with a thwump. There were at least 40 prisoner cells, all encasing the arena in a giant ring.
(to be updated when i feel like it, writing is hard. massive respect to the writing community)
Three months had come and gone and it was time for her to go home. Her mom expected her to be back from summer camp, what exactly could she tell her??
‘Oh sorry mom, I’ve been lying to you for the past three months so I could live in a different world to learn how to be a witch! Can I go back to visit my friends?’
‘Yeah right’, she thought. She’d either think she’s crazy or would be mad that she had lied.
She took one last look at Willow and Gus, she’d said her goodbyes, involving much more tears than she had hoped for, she couldn’t imagine having to go back to world without them. A world without Eda’s lessons or King’s hugs, or-
“Amity!” Luz smiled as she saw her friend walking towards her.
She had been avoiding her since she told her friend she had to go back home. She assumed she needed some time to process it and gave her some space.
“Amity, I’m so glad you’re here, I’m-” “-Don’t go” she interrupted in a shaky voice.
“I- Amity, I have to” luz said with a sad smile.
“Luz- before you got here....I- I was alone, I spent so much time being scared of disappointing my parents I didn’t have any real friends and then- despite how much I pushed you away, you kept trying to be my friend, and I’m really glad you did because you’re the greatest friend I could ever ask for and-” her voice broke as she tried holding back her tears.
“Luz, I can’t live without you. Don’t go. Please.” She starting crying as Luz pulled her into a hug.
“This can’t be the end” Amity whispers.
“It’s not-” Luz paused, “this isn’t an ending,” she pulled away and took Amity’s hand close, “this is just a bump in the road okay?, This story’s just getting started, and I want you to keep being a part of it”
Amity smiled and took a shaky breath, “I’m really going to miss you luz”.
Luz smiled at her as tears ran down her face “I’m really going to miss you too”.
Amity pressed her forehead on hers and stayed like that way for a while, this was the last time they’d be together for who knows how long, it was now or never.
Amity gave her determined look, “B-before you go...I need to tell you something”
“Is it...that you have a crush on me?” Luz asked with a raised eye brow. Amity’s eyes turned wide as she blushed and backed away “I- H-how did you know!?” Luz smiled at her, “you weren’t exactly subtle”. “oh...” she said as she turned her head down.
Luz grinned and continued, “but I’m glad to know I was right, because I like you too” and she kissed her on the cheek.
“Oh!...” Amity’s face was as red as Eda’s dress, and with that, they gave each other one last hug before Luz crossed the door.
What Happened to those Nights? Isaac Lahey x Reader
Summary - All of a sudden you lost your best friend, with no explanation. All you wanted was some sort of answer as to what could’ve went wrong.
Prompt - “I read that when you cuddle a pillow you’re missing human affection, so maybe you can cuddle me?”
Paring - Isaac Lahey x Reader
Words - 1.6k
A/N - Hi! This is the very first fanfic I have ever written, all honestly it’s probably the first thing I’ve written that isn’t some sort of school essay or lab report. This is for @stiles-o-dylan24 1k celebration! So go over to her page and send some love and kind words, because she is a beautiful soul and writer. Anyways I hope you enjoy!
Warnings - some light swearing, mostly angst until the end
Just as you feel yourself fall deep into sleep you feel a slight dip in the bed. Turning your head slightly you notice Isaac quietly trying to slip his way in next to you. This was at least a weekly occurrence, but every time your heart breaks slightly for the boy laying next to you.
As gently as you can, you raise a hand to his face to rub the tears away as you asked,
“Isaac, what happened.”
A few moments pass, as you place your hand under his cheek, lifting his head slightly in order to make eye contact.
“I- I didn’t finish the chemistry homework, it slightly lowered my grade, I can’t let him find out Y/N” he states softly, as a few more tears threaten to leave his eyes.
Moving closer you put your free hand in his curly locks, knowing it brought him comfort. You didn’t know the full extent of his father’s actions, but enough to know he shouldn’t be living there. You wanted to bring up the conversation. The one where you’d beg him to let you call the authorities, stating he can stay with you as long as you needed. You would do anything to bring his happiness. However, he always said that a part of him still remembers the man from his childhood and he doesn’t want to lose the last of his family. So, you did what you could- as you held him in the middle of the night, trying to find the right words. When you hear him begin to state that:
“Sorry, this is stupid I shouldn’t have woke--”
“Isaac, I care for you so much, whatever you need I am here for you.”
You wanted to add more, state your true feelings outside of your friendship. How whenever you were able to see his true smile and joy your heart skipped a beat. How despite everything he still had a sense of confidence around him. For hell's sake he asked Lydia Martin out freshman year. How he somehow managed to worm his way into your heart.
For now- you turn off the lamp besides you and pull him slightly closer as you both fall asleep.
That day was weeks ago. It has been weeks since Isaac spoke to you, hell even took a look in your direction. It seemed that overnight things changed. You didn’t know what you did wrong. You wanted to confront him, beg him to tell you what you did wrong. However, every time you caught sight of him, he seemed to disappear the second you started to walk his way or he would be accompanied by Erica Reyes. The once-shy girl who now can’t walk the halls without guys drooling over her new found confidence.
With the ring of the final bell, you begin to rush out the doors. To the hopes of being able to climb into bed and reflect on another day passed without answers. Pondering how he went from softly laughing next to you in bed on a Friday night to now not even noticing your existence. Losing yourself to the flashbacks of previous nights, you lose awareness of your surroundings as you make your way to your car - until you hear yourself saying “Oh shit, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention”
Suddenly, you look up to find the ocean-blue eyes you fell in love with so long ago. A heavy weight fills your chest as every single argument you’ve created in your head seemingly vanish. The only thing coming out was a soft whisper, one that you barely could hear yourself.
“Isaac?”
You swear you could see his new personality disappear for a split second when he looked at you, but before your heart could complete a full beat it came back. Slightly pushing you away he began to walk away from you, without a single word said.
Suddenly, you felt all your emotions come back to you. The initial denial of thinking it was all in your head- the anger that he could just deny your presence - to the final sadness that filled your room with used tissues and tear-stained pillows. All of a sudden you felt his arm in your hand as you attempted to force him to stop and turn around to look at you.
“Listen, I don’t know what the hell I did, for you to hate me - I mean I have been racking my brain on what it could possibly be, but I always come up with nothing,” you pause, trying you attempt to let your rational thoughts to guide you- but the weeks of built up emotions still take charge. “I know--I know that life has never been ideal for you, especially with the recent passing of your father, I just want you to talk to me-” then suddenly he sharply cuts you off with “You know nothing about my life, Y/N”
Taken aback as you hold the tears threatening to spill you harshly retort with “So, what these past couple years were just nothing- seriously Isaac come up with something better” As you were about to continue your rant two strong hands are on your chest pushing you up into the nearest car. “Oh, Y/N, he’s right - why don’t you just walk away when you're ahead” Erica purrs as she continues “Just leave us alone, drop this silly school-girl crush you have,” ending with a slight scoff.
Her hands leave you as Isaac rips Erica off of your body. As you watch the scene unfold you swear you see a small glint of gold in his eyes, but you brush it off as a reflection of the sunlight. Bringing yourself into the moment, cheeks flaring from processing Erica’s comment you walk to your car as fast as you can. Tuning out the hushed conversation that began between Isaac and Erica.
As you step into your room, you let everything out. The tears rushing down your red eyes as you climb into bed. You grab one of your pillows holding it towards your chest as your sobs continue. Tired eyes threatening to close, for you figured out that you’ve gotten so used to falling asleep next to him that it feels foreign to sleep alone, you bring yourself to remember the nights from just a few weeks ago. Thinking of how your body easily molded into his, the slight gasp whenever you buried your head into his chest, the cocky glint in his eye whenever he noticed the slight shivers down your spine when he gently rubbed it.
A soft knock abruptly takes you out of your thoughts. Opening your eyes, you see Isaac standing in your door-frame. A copy of your house-key you made for him in his hand. He looks at you as if to ask permission to enter your room. You wave your hand to let him come forward as you let go of the pillow and leave your bed to meet him in the middle of the room. You know he can see the disarray of your room, but that does not stop you from standing your ground.
“What do you want, Isaac?” you spit out at him. He looks down, the look you’ve seen many times before, you could tell he was disappointed, upset at himself. “Listen, I’ve changed” - “well, no shit” you interrupt, but he continues. “I- I wanted to keep you safe and the only way I knew how was to push you away” There’s a pause as you try and process his words. You knew he was telling the truth, but you just didn’t know the implications behind that truth; however, he continues, “I want to tell you everything, please, give me another chance. Let me explain.”
He looks up at you, his confidence beginning to crack. You let out a slight scoff and gently grab his hands. “Isaac, I trust you, completely, all I ask is for you to just tell me what’s going on, please don’t shut me out.” You felt one of his hands softly caress your cheek as he looks at you. You see that slight golden tint in his eyes once again as he stares at you. “Y/N, experiencing life without you was the worst mistake I made,” he whispers “You are the light of my life” he continues as his eyes drop to your lips. You feel yourself losing focus between his eyes and lips. Feeling his hand slip to under your chin you let yourself close your eyes as your lips met. Although it was just for a few moments, you felt every unspoken word that took place between you two in the last few weeks.
Letting yourself live in the blissful moment for a few more seconds, you wait to open your eyes. When you do you are met with his beautiful smile, that you will soon learn is only reserved for you. Confidence striking him he says “you know darling, I read that when you cuddle a pillow you’re missing human affection, so maybe you can cuddle me?” A small chuckle escapes your lips as you guide him into bed with you. You lay down as you suddenly feel one arm wrapping around you to rub small circles on your back while the other softly caresses your cheek. Facing each-other you move yourself slightly closer to him in order to softly place one of your hands in his hair, being to absentmindedly play with it.
With a soft smile he looks at you beginning his story with “It all started a few weeks ago while I was at work…”
little scenario i have for my au i'm working on (Wind is my OC)
The ninja force (minus Wind) arrive early to the warehouse to get some hangout time before training with Wu. They lift the warehouse door, entering the large building. They're greeted with the sight of Wind sitting at the computer they keep there, talking into a microphone.
"Wind, what are you doing?" One of them asked. Wind froze, and turned to face them, before leaning into the mic and saying "Alright looks like we're gonna have to cut it here chat, the team came early. No, we won't be doing a Q&A. Ok maybe next time, but not today."
There was a moment of pindrop silence, before Fire spoke up, loudly.
"Wind were you fucking Twitch streaming?" he couldn't help but laugh as he spoke, causing the others to start laughing too.
"Yeah, so what? Let's me engage with our fans. You're just jealous I get all the attention, Fire." Wind added the last bit with a snort, the rest of the team laughing harder as the Fire ninja let out a squawk of indignation. "I'm not jealous!"
"Mhm, whatever you say dude." Even Earth couldn't keep himself from chuckling as he joined the teasing.
