“Cleo, what time is it?”
Cleo pulled out her pocket watch. “Why Joe, I believe it’s noon.”
“And it’s Monday! You know what that means!” Joe began to furiously type into his communicator.
“You know Joe, you could, like, pre-type this out so you don’t have to stress it every Monday at noon.”
“I hear you, but honestly, I’d probably end up hitting send by accident, and then who knows what might happen.” Joe said very seriously.
<joehills: Happy Monday hermits! HHH is starting now until 2. Does anyone need any help?>
“So I’m guessing no one has approached you with an HHH job?” Cleo asked.
“Nope.” Joe sighed. “Well, if no one needs anything, we can weed the community garden.” He said, indicating to the long-ignored garden at spawn. “You know what I was thinking about the other day?”
“What’s that, Joe?” Cleo sat down on the ground.
“You. More specifically, how you’re dead. Even more specifically, I was wondering if your zombie body could be used as fertilizer. Now hear me out-”
“Hello Cleo And Joe Hills!”
Joe was cut off by a loud voice, and he and Cleo turned around to find King Ren standing on top of the community tent, holding a megaphone to his mouth.
“Howdy King Ren!” Joe said, doing his best megaphone impression by cupping his hands around his mouth. “Do you need any help with anything today? Hermits Helping Hermits is happening and helping until two today!”
“Oh Joe Hills, You Read My Mind, Baby!” Ren dropped down in front of them and patted Joe on the back. He lowered his megaphone and leaned in conspiratorially. “So, when you say Hermits Helping Hermits, I was wondering, does that helpage have limits?”
Cleo stood up and crossed her arms. “Hypothetically no, but it’s at our discretion. Like, we won’t rub your feet.”
“Okay, what about murder?” Ren whispered, covering the mouth of his megaphone just in case.
Cleo and Joe looked at each other, Cleo raising an eyebrow and Joe shrugging.
“Yeah I guess, HHH can help with that until two. I’m always down for a bit of murder.” Cleo said. “Who’s the target?”
“This shouldn’t take long. The soup group dudes are the targets: Impulse, Gem, and Pearl. I have received wordage that they plan to remove me and my crown from power, and that just won’t do! I need them gone!”
“Sure thing, king guy.” Joe said. “Any particular way we should do the murdering?”
“No, I’ll leave that up to you.” Ren said. He lifted the megaphone back to his mouth. “King Out!” He flew away, the megaphone screeching and making the king whimper.
“Right, well, I guess the weeding can wait another week.” Joe said.
“Tragic.” Cleo said, although Joe wasn’t sure she was actually sad about not being able to weed the garden. “Shall we?”
“Now Cleo.” Joe said, stopping her from taking off into the sky. “This is not some simple matter. This is going to be a two against three fight if we aren’t prepared. Also, forgive me, but didn’t Pearl brutally kill you in double life?”
“Yeah, yeah, and Gem’s won an MCC.” Cleo sighed.
“What about Impulse?” Joe asked.
Cleo considered the question. “Impulse is a sweet guy.” She finally said.
“So we should go for him first?”
“Oh, definitely.” Cleo said, pulling out her knife. “Can we go now?”
“We need potions- invisibility, maybe strength…” Joe reminded her. “That’ll be easy, we can get them from Cub, then we can go.”
After stocking up on potions, food, and weapons, Cleo and Joe took off for the soup group’s area.
“Pearl’s landscape is gorgeous…” Cleo sighed.
“This whole area is super well-done, let’s not kid ourselves. We’re in the presence of masters of the craft.” Joe responded, and they landed in a tree to scope out the situation. “Where could they be?”
“Oh, look, nametags!” Cleo whispered, pointing to the huge blue-topped mushroom in the middle of Pearl’s landscape. And indeed, there were three nametags up in the bulb of the mushroom. “That must be them!”
“Okay, invisibility on!” Joe whispered. They both drank the potions. “I’ll hold my sword in my hand so you can see me, Cleo. We have to be super sneaky- I’m sure they’re expecting assassins.”
Cleo and Joe snuck their way across the alien landscape, tiptoeing around bushes and pausing as a cat seemed to take notice of them, but passed by after a while. They stopped to drink more invisibility potions when they needed to, and when they finally got to the mushroom base, they each drank a strength potion. They made their way up the stairs, and right at the door to the top, they could hear Impulse’s rumbling voice, Gem’s sweet tones, and Pearl’s Australian accent.
Joe looked to Cleo, as they were visible now, and nodded his head.
“SURPRISE, MOTHERFUCKERS!” Cleo shouted, brandishing her sword.
“Howdy yall, Hermits Helping Hermits here helping as we always do in this mushroom!” Joe said at the same time.
Pearl, Impulse, and Gem were gathered around a round table, all stunned for a second.
“What’s going on?” Impulse asked.
“We’re going to kill you!” Joe cried.
“Joe! Subtly, remember?” Cleo called to him.
“Oh, right. Darn it. We’re not going to kill you!”
Pearl scratched her head. “What?”
Cleo leapt at her and pinned her to the ground, knife against her throat. Joe raced forward and just kind of barreled into Impulse and Gem- Gem got knocked over, but Joe just kind of bounced off Impulse’s chest. So, he pointed his sword at Impulse instead.
“We have been asked to kill you by the king for plotting against him.” Cleo said. “Which is a service that HHH apparently provides now.”
“Wait…” Joe said suddenly. “Hey Cleo, what time is it?”
Cleo held onto the knife with one hand and pulled out her pocket watch with the other. “Huh. Looks like it’s two o’clock, Joe.”
“Oh, wonderful!” Joe put his sword away. Well, Hermits Helping Hermits is now over, so I guess we’ll be going now.” He helped Gem to her feet. Cleo got off of Pearl and dusted off her dress. “Bye guys!” He waved, and he and Cleo walked out of the mushroom and flew off into the afternoon light.
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Shadowpeach's reaction to believing the other is dating again
ANON I AM SO SORRY T^T i meant to reply to this the moment I read it then got distracted and now it’s almost 1am (edit: it is now 1:30 lmao)
anyway,
you have come to ask me, a girlie who is a sucker for unhealthy shadowpeach and long time lover of the jealousy & possessive tropes, about shadowpeach’s hypothetical reactions of the two monkeys believing the other is back in the dating scene?
well, obviously, they would be completely fine. absolutely no negative reactions or breakdowns or obsessive thoughts hindering their ability to function and be mentally healthy. of course.
jk i lied: THEY WOULD BE SO HORRIBLE LMAO
however, i feel like swk would be more subtle about it. like maybe he hears something out of context said by MK or Mei or Tang or Red Son or Sandy (who might have also jumped to the same conclusion) and is like “oh……” and then is oddly quiet for maybe a month, freaking out MK
also, SWK would have his own internal battle of wanting to see Macky to confirm but also not wanting to see Macackle because the confirmation would break him. but he would make so many excuses to see Macaroon by visiting Pigsy’s noodle shop then chicken out when the time does come (the funny part of me says that Pigsy is the only one aware of SWK’s true intentions and is very annoyed about it)
the anger doesn’t really come until SWK feels fed up with Macaroni’s “mixed signals,” meaning Macky’s very bad attempts at being civil/flirting. because “if Macky thinks he can just use my feelings while being in a relationship he can think again!” (despite Macky never being in a relationship but Wukong never confirmed this so is mad for the sake of this hypothetical SO and himself while struggling with his own very messy feelings. because he likes it when Mac has his attention on him, he likes it when Mac tries to woo him the same way he had tried when they were younger and ignorant, he likes it when Mac cannot help but look at Wukong, he likes it when he makes Mac forget all about that stupid significant other because Wukong and Mac used to be something and could still be that something if Mac just gave Wukong a chance or if they had never ended their old relationship like the way they did. if only, if only, if only, if only, if only—
with Macky, ahahahaaaaaaa hoo boy.
not subtle. very unsubtle. like, yes, even Wukong can see and notice Macky’s very unsubtle and unstable self but unlike everybody else who is aware of the reason, Wukong would just be confused on why Macky is always weirdly snappy and grabby and always feel the need to mention Wukong’s love life????
anyway, Macky would not react well. 1) because it feeds into his angry theory that Wukong found their relationship to be superficial and temporary 2) he has been revived for, uh, *checks watch* not very long, so imagine going through a severe break up and dying them being resurrected and trying to enact revenge on your ex (of whom the feelings are still too raw) but you’ve been out of time for so long that you cannot process shit 3) it is my belief that Macky had nobody else as close to him as Wukong was
so, Macky hearing through the very botched grapevine that Wukong is back in the dating scene? man’s is not handling it well. house/apartment/whatever establishment he was staying in is trashed. he replans his revenge against Wukong. he stalks Wukong obsessively bc he has to see that bastard in the act because maybe then he’ll be free. he would sabotage any and all attempts of demons, humans, whoever that whispers about pursuing Wukong because….reasons
(obviously the reasons are not the fact that Wukong moving on terrifies him, the fact that he can be so easily replaced hurts, the fact that he cannot let go despite everything, the fact that Wukong still smiles the same, that Wukong still laughs the same but it’s so much lighter, that he understood what it was like to be loved and cared about by Wukong. to have all of his attention on Macky, to hold him so gently even though these same hands could break him (and have), to be treasured and desired by someone so powerful. how could Mackarell give up something so precious? he is still selfish and has been deprived for f that love for too long. why on earth would he ever wish for someone else to have a piece of what he once had?)
so yeah i’d say they would be coping sO well :)
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notes: inspired yet again, by something that happened to me irl and perpetuated by @sipsteainanxiety, @namodawrites and other teahouse peeps. a sequel to this work.
"The fuck is that?"
Were this your first encounter with the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, you might be scared. Admittedly, you might be the slightest bit nervous, but Katsuki Bakugou has shown up at your doorstep armed with his sharp tongue and sharper gaze enough times that you know that there's nothing to actually fear. The worst thing that Bakugou has ever done to you is call you an idiot and walk out of the room.
You offer Bakugou your trademark sheepish smile. "It's miso soup."
"No shit," he spits, stepping past you into your apartment proper. " S'not what I'm talking about, idiot— what the hell are you drinkin' it from?"
You lift the cup to your lips and take a sip, watching as he kicks off his shoes. "A measuring cup?"
Bakugou hurls a disgusted look in your direction. After a moment, his eyebrows rise, a silent gesture for you to start explaining since you both know that your 500mL measuring cup is not intended to be a serving vessel for miso soup or soup of any kind.
"It was the first thing I grabbed," you say, following Bakugou into your kitchen. “Besides, I think most of my dishes need washing anyway.”
"Hah!?" His head whips around and you can see his eyes zero in on the dishes in the sink. "You really frickin' let it pile up this much?"
"I meant to do them all last night since I knew you were coming..." You decide to not tell Bakugou the reason why you didn’t actually do your dishes; he doesn't need to know that you got caught up in an impromptu marathon on your couch last night.
Bakugou’s head jerks again, his narrowed gaze fixed on you and it feels almost as if you’ve gone transparent. It’s probably an intimidation technique, but you don’t let it faze you and just smile at him like you’ve done nothing wrong. You were going to wash them eventually.
"Hurry up an' get washing," he barks, pointing at the sink. "We ain't starting the lesson til those dishes are spotless!"
Despite Bakugou’s grousing there aren’t really that many dishes in the sink— a benefit of living alone. Washing them shouldn’t take too long. Maybe fifteen minutes at the very most.
You start washing and fully expect Bakugou to just watch you and comment on your poor dishwashing form, but instead he grabs a dish towel and begins hand drying things as you finish washing them. Personally, you think it’s just fine to let them air dry, but you suspect that Bakugou wants them not only spotless, but dried and put away in their proper places.
With his help, the dish washing time is cut nearly in half and you start to put all the neatly dried dishes away in your cupboard.
“Hey.”
“Hm?”
“Thought you said all your bowls and shit were dirty.”
You blink and look, and there are a few small bowls sitting there that weren’t in the group of dishes that you washed. “Oh, yeah… I didn’t use those because they’re not microwavable.”
It’s true. The bowls in question are ornate and delicate. Honestly, you only really use them when your parents come to visit which isn’t very often. Maybe they would be better in storage…
“...Microwavable?” Bakugou’s voice is calm. Almost oddly so.
“Yes?”
His eyes slide over to the now empty measuring cup in your hand, the final dish you need to put away. You think he’s ready to live up to his namesake and blow up. Thinking about it, perhaps he would find some offense to instant miso soup, but it’s not like it’s the worst thing in the world right? He’s gotten mad at you for using kitchen shears as a knife and a measuring cup as a mug, but instant miso soup isn’t that strange. It’s normal! A convenience!
Finally, Bakugou heaves the heaviest sigh you’ve ever seen, looking more like he’s swallowed an explosive rather than feeling relieved. “Alright, nerd, for today’s lesson, we’re learnin’ how to make miso soup— the proper way.”
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