#yeaaaaah. falls on the floor

[sebsxphia]

Bringing our conversations to the masses. Back on out poly!squad bs baybe YEAHHHHHH you already know.

Bradley becoming an admiral first and it changes the whole dynamic. This man becomes a power hungry monster (in the best way) and they fuckin love it. Save for maybe you and Bob. Who just become even bigger brats.

Hehe ;) - Teddy 🧸💖

@thesluttyarchivist ohhoohoooo you have no idea how excited i am to bring this thot to life 🥴

natasha and jake love it. normally bradley has taken a back seat with this dynamic and will gladly be ordered around and do as he’s told, eliciting pleasure from all. but bob is a baby who’s throwing his toys out of the pram. bob is who normally calls the shots and takes on the domination role, but now he’s having to listen to bradley bark out the orders and go power mad with his admiral ranking.

bob tries to take back and hold onto the power he has left. he was home first and ordered you to your usual position of your knees on the hardwood floor in your living room and his cock out of his khakis.

due to bradley’s hunger for power, he’s denied bob the pleasure of your mouth for some time and he misses it desperately. bob is holding onto the little power he has left and the last thing he wants is you thinking you can now get away with stuff when you’re with bob, or thinking bradley’s in charge.

his head is thrown back and his eyes screwed tightly in pleasure. he doesn’t hear the door opening and bradley’s heavy footsteps approach.

“i thought i ordered you to keep away from bunny’s mouth.”

bob’s head cranes off the sofa and he opens his eyes to look at the brunette. there’s a hard frown on his face and he’s pouting ever so slightly.

“you don’t have power over me, honey. i’ll do what i please with bunny.”

your mouth is still wrapped around bob giving him small licks. the last thing you want is punishment from them both. you can hear bob’s pissed off tone and the frustated grunt from bradley.

bradley comes into view as he tugs on bob’s hair harshly, forcing him to angle his gaze at him. “that’s not my name.” bradley barks down to bob. “mm, is it not, honey?” bob’s tone is laced with mockery but he’s shut up shortly after as another harsh tug is pulled on bob’s scalp and he lets out a pathetic whine.

“say it.” bradley practically spits at bob. he sallows his pride thickly and gives in completely. “admiral.” bob’s voice is barely above a squeak but bradley still isn’t satisfied.

“admiral, what?”

“your name is admiral.”

bradley lets go of his tight grip on bob’s hair and his head falls forward with a grimace of pain etched onto bob’s face.

“fuck me. that wasn’t so hard was it? i never took you for such a fucking brat.”

bradley makes his way back round to where you’re still wrapped around bob and he takes another yank at your hair. it causes you to pull of bob and you both let out a whine in defeat. “and you. i know you can be a brat bunny and you can’t say no to bobby, but giving into him that easy? i think you need reminding of who you belong to.” you nod in response and mutter out a, “yes admiral.”

your face is dragged to bradley’s crotch as he unbuckles his belt. all bob can do is watch and grip at the couch cushions with his cock still painfully hard on his abdomen. “see, they can use my name correctly. now sit and watch bobby, or i’ll take bunny’s cunt from you too.”

YEAAAAAH BABEY thank you so, so much for indulging me in this thot my beloved and keeping me always entertained :’) 💌💖

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[starsarefire824]

Byler but they're snowed in and it's cold and they *haven't figured out* they like each other and they have to share a quilt and maybe it's quiet or they're watching a film and neither of them says anything until one of them just fucking snaps

Will shivers when an icy draft pours in from the thin glassed window of the new house his mom is renting. Well, new to the Byers family anyway. He thinks the house must be at least fifty years older than his other house, but it definitely looks nicer. It’s closer to the center of town and almost pretty with wood floors and intricate trim on the stairwell. There’s even a pretty brick fireplace in the living room, which made Will grin ear to ear when they first came to see it. However, the landlord told them once they moved in never to light it unless they wanted to burn the place down. And so it sits there taunting him with being cozy, its mantle still decorated for Christmas even though it’s February. Will thinks he should probably just take the stuff down himself. His mom has been working a lot to make up for the cost of Christmas, and he’s been helping out more around the house since Jonathan went to college to keep it in order.   

He watches the snow fall in heavy, round plops. It’s piling up unbelievably fast and the news said that it would continue well into the night. His mom already told him she was leaving her car at Melvaud’s and staying the night at Hop’s cabin. Her and El were going to watch A Room With a View. He could hear Hop already complaining about it in the background. Will frowns as a wind gust makes snow swirl around the side of the house and he can barely see to the end of the driveway. “I don’t know, Mike. I’m not sure you’re going home.” He eyes Mike’s bike that’s thrown haphazardly on the front lawn, quickly disappearing. 

Mike pops a piece of popcorn into his mouth, his eyes looking past Will out the window. He smiles out of one side of his mouth. “Yeaaaaah. I already called my Mom while you were in the bathroom. She told me she would come get me in the morning, but that she’s not driving in this.” 

Will nods and heads back towards the couch, staring at the TV as the credits to the movie they just watched float across the screen. There’s an ancient, ugly heater sitting next to it that keeps the living room a little warmer than the rest of the house. His Mom refused to turn the heat up past 66 during the day and a biting 55 at night. Instead she gets propane from Hopper and when Will complains she just tells him to get another sweater. He currently has his thickest wool socks he could find on and he can still feel the floorboards beneath his feet, his toes stiff with the cold. And he’s noticed that Mike hasn’t removed his knit cap from his head since he got here three hours ago. He’s also currently sitting under a huge old quilt his grandmother had knitted a thousand years ago. It’s thinned and frayed in some places, but still heavy and thick enough and…..big enough for them to share. 

Will folds his arms across his chest, plopping himself heavily onto the couch. He tugs at the blanket, sighing with relief as he feels Mike’s body heat beneath it. 

“Hey!” Mike complains, tugging it back towards himself. Will just smiles and then sticks his feet along Mike's thigh, gently pushing until they’re underneath him. Mike hisses. “Jesus Will! I can feel your toes through your fucking socks!” 

Will blushes, ears burning as he objects, his voice cracking embarrassingly. “What! I’m cold.” He pulls the blanket up towards his chin, letting it fall comfortably around his shoulders.

“You’re always cold!” Mike exclaims, but he doesn’t move away from his touch and something about that makes Will’s heart flutter. He shoves Mike a little with his foot. “Well we can’t all be furnaces like you, Mike.” 

Mike shrugs, “Yeah well—-” he starts  to argue, then trails off when he catches Will’s eye. He peeks at him after examining the mostly empty bowl of popcorn in his lap. 

An awkward beat passes between them and Will glances toward the television. “Soo—what do you want to do? We could play a game or watch another movie? We still have The Lost Boys and Full Metal Jacket. Robin said Full Metal Jacket is really good.” 

Mike lets out a little breath and nods gently. “Yeah. I’d like that.” But his voice is softer than before and his eyes dart towards him again and Will doesn’t understand why he looks so terrified. Mike’s mouth softens around something he wants to say, but then he freezes for a second. That’s when Will feels the air shift in the room—now grown heavy and his heart isn’t fluttering anymore. It pounds heavily in his chest when Mike’s gaze has grown serious and focused- just staring at his lap. Will's breath catches when Mike’s hand moves beneath the quilt and oh so tentatively lets his fingers slide up the back of Will’s calf. He bites his bottom lip and his eyes flash up to Will, as if he’s forcing himself to make eye contact. They are questioning and scared and—--wanting in a way Will has never seen before. Or maybe it’s just that Will has never let himself see that flush across Mike’s face before. 

Will sits frozen, pressed deep into the couch as he allows Mike to slide his fingers up and up further, excruciatingly slow as they flutter over his knee and towards his thigh. He breathes out heavily, “Mike—” his friend’s name hitches in his throat. It’s a question. It’s a warning. It says: don’t do this to me, unless you really mean it. 

Because this. This thing is something that has only ever lived in Will’s daydreams and late at night hidden under the sheets of his bed. This is something that’s only ever lived inside a glance that lasts far too long or a touch at his hip that is too tender. It’s only ever lived in their strange jealous arguments when one wasn’t paying the other enough attention or when they sat up late on Friday nights chatting about “When we” and “We’ll go here when we’re older” —talking as if they would always be together when deep down none of it was realistic. ‘Cause eventually there’d be wives (at least for Mike anyway) and mortgages and jobs that took them to separate states. Eventually—they’d be someone they called on the phone and got to see at the Wheeler’s Christmas party once a year. And maybe they’d drink a little too much wine on those nights and sneak into the old elementary school’s playground, maybe they’d hug too long and Will would allow himself the tiny pleasure of letting his eyes linger on the way Mike’s lips parted as they stared at each other, their breath a mixed up cloud between them.

And that would be enough. Will could let it be enough. 

But not this. If Mike did this. Then none of that would ever be enough. Will could never not have him. After this, his heart would tear in two and he'd shatter into a million little pieces. 

A heavy wave of unwelcome emotion floods over Will then. His eyes flutter shut as he sucks in a shaky breath. 

“Will–” Mike sighs. And then he’s shifting his hips towards him, the bowl of popcorn clattering loudly onto the floor. Will’s eyes shoot open and he watches in awe, in terror, in disbelief as Mike is suddenly reaching for him, blanket thrown half off and tangled between their bodies. He gently grips the inside of Will’s knee, making space for himself between his legs. A little wine catches in Will’s throat as Mike’s on top of him, his hands are in his hair and sliding along his  jaw and Will is so overwhelmed he can’t think of anything but him. He feels the tears sliding down his face and catching on his ears as he closes his eyes when Mike’s lips meet his. Will can’t help but smile into his mouth as he kisses him. His kiss is filled with all the things Mike’s never said. It makes Will’s heart swell with happiness and his entire body quivers in anticipation and he thinks that maybe Mike never really had to be good with words at all. He thinks that maybe he was saving it all for this very moment. And it makes Will think for the very first time that whatever this is between them, whatever has lived buried deep and warm beneath the surface of their friendship, might now be able to grow into what it was always meant to be. Maybe those “when we” and “let’s go here” dreams weren’t so unrealistic after all. The thought of that sends a happy warmth through him that spreads through his chest down to the tips of his toes like wildfire. Will relaxes into Mike, wraps his fingers around the back of his neck and pulls his best friend closer. 

#byler #stranger things #writing prompt #mike wheeler #will byers #mike x will #hope you like anon :) #send me writing prompts!

[fazar234]

Chapter 3: Stumpy - Helping Hand

So remember when I said I'd go on hiatus? Yeaaaaah, that turned out to be a lie. (I'M SORRY OK). With Amphibia (and TOH) coming back on March 19, I wanted to try to get this fic done before canon obliterates it completely.

Nevertheless, I managed to finish it, so I hope you enjoy!

Summary: When Stumpy’s restaurant faces a massive amount of customers, it’s up to Sasha to keep everything in order.

Tags/Inspirations: @writingamongther0ses, @eclipsewarrior101, @d-blue02, @dawn-is-gay, @hughjidiot, @eeveearoace, @eeveearoace-creative, @sonofrose, @iamthelordoftime, @shikokiomi, @space-lynn, @astro-inthestars, @waybrights, @skibs-scribbles, @casswithmywholeheart, @starsfic, @luna--dragon, @mira-blue, @thatonedorkthatdraws, @dodelidoo

Stumpy’s Diner.

A restaurant owned by a frog of the same name that was once merely a run-down shack on the verge of going out of business, but thanks to Anne Boonchuy, became a successful paradise of Thai and Amphibian cuisines for everyone to enjoy, with business booming like never before.

Today, though, business seems to be booming a bit too much.

Sasha can tell because the moment she walks in, she sees the longest line ever in front of the counter, maybe even longer than the lines she’s seen at Thai Go, consisting of residents from the town as well as newts and toads that joined the rebellion, most of them yelling impatiently at none other than Stumpy Stumpson himself, who appears to be frantically balancing a plate of Pad Thai on his interchangeable hand (which is currently a spatula) and trying to reach for a spoon with his other “hand” (which is actually just a meat cleaver made from the remains of his hand), only to drop the plate, causing the food to spill on the floor. He curses to himself as he gets a towel to wipe up the mess, and heads back into the kitchen.

Sasha, having witnessed the scene, decides to go check up on him and entering the kitchen, sees the frog grumbling to himself as he dunks his spatula hand into a pot of rice for the colossal amount of customers and begins stirring. He’s so busy cooking he doesn’t notice Sasha until she speaks up.

“Rough day at work, huh?”

Startled, Stumpy trips and falls backwards, specks of rice tumbling onto his face. He looks up, annoyed, but his expression softens upon seeing the Slavic girl.

“I suppose you could say something like that,” he replies as he gets up and continues stirring the rice.

“Why don’t you hire someone to help?” Sasha presses. “It’d be really handy for you, because you wouldn’t have to deal with all those crazy customers all by yourself.”

“Ay, that would be nice.” Stumpy admits. “But it’d also be costly. And besides, I don’t have a lot of, uh, how do you humans call it? Dough, on me as of late.” He brings up his spatula from the pot, goes to a sink to rinse it, and sighs. “Ever since the rebellion started, I’ve had people piling in nonstop!” He added a quick “No offense, of course.” before continuing. “When I dreamed of running a successful restaurant, I didn’t mean it like this! How am I supposed to deal with all of those customers? I’m only one chef!”

Sasha doesn’t respond, too busy brainstorming a solution that could get the chef out of his conundrum. She herself had some experience with cooking, having to make meals for herself back home due to her parents always being away at parties or events, leaving the blonde to look after herself. She was able to make Thai cuisines too, but she had a small feeling that she alone wouldn’t be enough help.

Unless she could find some more people to offer assistance…

“You said you don’t have the money to hire someone, right?” she asks slowly. “What if you had someone who’d be willing to help for free?”

Stumpy barked out a laugh. “Ha! Good one! Working without pay isn’t a job, it’s slavery! And besides, who’d want to help anyway?” His smile fades when he sees the look on Sasha’s face. “…just to be clear, you were joking, right?”

“You stay here and keep cooking, Stumpy,” Sasha says, a smile forming on her face, ignoring the question just asked. “I’m gonna put together a team.”

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Turns out, recruiting members to help out at Stumpy’s for free is a lot less easier than anticipated.

Then again, Sasha shouldn’t have been surprised. Lots of people who joined the rebellion were hoping to find some work that could help them earn a raise for their families, and seemed interested in working at the restaurant, that is, until they found out that they wouldn’t get paid. By then, only a few members, who consist of Felicia, Wally, Loggle, Mrs. Croaker, and Mr. Flour are willing to assist the chef.

In the evening, Sasha and her team head into the restaurant, which is more crowded than last time, amphibians of all kinds packed at tables and a large majority of them waiting impatiently in a line which seems even bigger than before. The group make their way past the livid customers while trying to avoid bumping into anybody and reach the kitchen, where they see a frazzled Stumpy trying to pour Fly Ice Tea into the cups, only to get some of it on his apron.

“Stinkin’ Salamanders!” he growls to himself. He soon notices the group in front of him. “What are you lot doing here?”

“Stumpy, I did exactly as I said. I put together a team.” Sasha replies with a confident smile on her face. “So, how can we—”

Before she can get the chance to finish, the customers outside start yelling, furious from not having gotten their food yet.

“Well…” Stumpy begins. “For starters, some of you could do me a favor by taking care of the mess outside.”

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The rest of the evening goes by in a blur. Stumpy, with the help of Mr. Flour, Felicia, and Sasha, is able to quickly whip up some dishes, new and old, for the customers, who are being managed and served their food by Wally, Mrs. Croaker, and Loggle. Soon enough, the line grows short, and by the end of the day, the entire restaurant is empty, with the exclusion of Stumpy, who seems happier than the day his restaurant was saved, Sasha and the residents who lent a hand.

“Mother of pearls, you actually did it!” he exclaims gratefully. “How would you all like a free meal tomorrow afternoon? I’ll make sure to pay you all for the—”

“No need to, Stumpy,” Mrs. Crocker interrupted, a smile forming on the elder frog’s face. “We just wanted to help out.”

“Suit yourself,” Stumpy shrugged. “Oh, that reminds me! I’ve gotten myself a new squid! Anyone up for Squid & Basil—”

He doesn’t get the chance to finish as the residents immediately scurry out of the restaurant at the mention of the word “squid”, while Sasha stares in confusion.

“What was that all about?” She asks, and Stumpy sighs.

“Long story.”

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I think I'm going to go on hiatus after I finish the full fic, lol.

Anyways, leave your thoughts in a reply or reblog (constructive criticism) is welcome, and I'll see you all soon!

#amphibia #sasha waybright #amphibia season three #amphibia fanfic #stumpy stumpson #sadie croaker #wally ribbiton #leopold loggle #Fazar Fanfics

[nite-shay]

His Hero Part 3 -Kirishima Eijirou x Reader

AN: I am so so so so so sorry for how long this took! :/ I wish I had a valid excuse for this but I don’t… I hope ya’ll enjoy it! 

Links: Part 1,  Part 2 , Part 3 

Also side note I know I’m messed up a few little things but I will edit tomorrow as I go through it. Its late D: But I promised myself I would post this today. 

******

Two days…

Two long, boring desk duty days.

Kirishima sighed loudly as he signed and initialed what had to be the same form for the tenth time in the same case file! 

Ah, bureaucracy of the hero world at its finest. 

Now UA prepared him for a lot of things. 

How to use his quirk fully, fighting villains, saving people, etc. 

But one thing they didn’t prepare him for was the amount of paperwork that came with his hero career. 

Hmm… maybe that’s why they gave so much homework…

Sign. Initial. Sign. Checkmark. Checkmark. Sign. Date. Wait, was he suppose to sign here or there? Crap, is that the right date? Did he just date everything wrong?! No wait, false alarm, the date is correct.

His chair gave a loud creak as he stretched his back, glancing up at the clock. He’d been at this for hours now, and he still hadn’t even made a dent in the wall of folders on his desk. 

His mind started to wander as he stared up at the clock hands that he swore he saw moved backward a few times. 

I wonder how (Y/N) doing…

It was crazy how badly he wanted to call up to the hospital and check on you, but… he was nervous. The last thing he wanted was for you to think he’s some creepy ex stalker who you literally barely knew you.  

He just… was worried about you. He wasn’t looking for another hookup! No, no, no! He just wanted to see how you were. He did care about you, not in a creepy way just in a general way!

Luckily he wasn’t completely in the dark about your condition, thanks to his green-haired bro. The morning after the robbery, Kirishima woke up to a thoughtful text on your condition. He even got an update on your son, who loved his news toys and played hard with them till he passed out in his mother’s arms.

God, he wished he could have seen it. 

He sighed loudly before tossing the file in the ‘completed’ section while reaching for the next one. He blinked as he lifted up the hefty folder. 

It was the toy store robbery. 

Damn, this was going to be a long one—numerous villains, along with multiple injured civilians and a fair bit of collateral damage. This was going to take the rest of the day. Thankfully, though, Fatgum should be just getting back from lunch, and the store just had a damn good security system installed last week.

“Well, would ya look at that? I guess paper really does beat rock.” A slightly slimmer Fatgum chuckled as he walked in their shared office, arms full of takeaway bags. 

“Ha Ha,” Kirishima laughed sarcastically, glancing over to the older hero. “Got enough food, Toyo?”

“I used quite a bit of energy yesterday on that emergency call. Gotta bulk back up.” He dumped the food on to the small table across the room. “Plus, we’re going to be here a while when those reports.”

“Yeaaaaah. Just got to the toy store one. Did the detective ever send the surveillance footage over?”

“Yeap, got it this morning. Check your email. I think you’re on it too.“ 

"Sweet. I’ll load it up.”

“And I got the snacks,” He grinned as he held up one of the bags. 

After some quick furniture rearrangement, two sat side by side in their chairs, video buffed, snacks to side, pen and paper at the ready for notes. This was still work after all.  They chose to use the blondes’ monitor since it was bigger. He had seniority, so he typically got the good stuff, which the redhead was cool with. 

The first 20 minutes of the video was pretty boring so then ended up fast-forwarding until a familiar pair entered the frame.  

It was you and your son. The two of you were slowly making your way down the sidewalk towards the store. Kirishima, who’d previously been slouched and looking rather bored, was not hyper-focused on the screen in front of them. Which didn’t go unnoticed by his mentor, who just snickered quietly to himself. 

“Look! There they are!” The younger hero couldn’t help but smile as he watched the two you. You had a sly smile on while your son, who was looking rather frustrated, said something to you. He watched as your lips moved, but nothing came from the speakers. What were the two of you talking about?

 Damn, he wished there was audio. 

“They look pretty happy, don’t they?” Fat gum comment just as you pointed to the shop, the kids’ faces lit up like a Christmas tree. The kid wasted no time as he grabbed your hand and dragged you inside the store.

“Yeah, they really do.” Kirishima grinned as he pressed a key, switching the view to inside. The redhead beamed as the two of you bounced from isle to isle, your son getting physically more and more excited. 

Something churned in him. 

Something that’s been happening here a lot recently. He noticed it a few weeks ago. 

How his gaze would linger on families he’d pass down the street or on Bakugou as he interacted with his daughter.  He really didn’t know what it was at first and just tried to ignore it. 

But when he ran into you and your son two days ago, those emotions were brought to the forefront.  And these last two days of drowning himself in work wasn’t just to get you off his mind. It was to drown out his feelings.

He… wanted this… 

A wife…. A kid… A family…

Not that he doesn’t have a family! He’s still got both of his parents plus his sister he talks to on a pretty regular basis. He’s also really close with his friends to the point where he thought of them as family. Hell, his literal best friend lives right next door to him. You’d think he has it all? 

A loving and supportive family. Amazing friends. An awesome career that is literally his dream. 

Sounds fantastic, right? 

But sometimes, after the long hard days. His apartment just felt empty. 

He was greeted with a quiet (Bakugou’s yelling is more like background noise to him now) home.  

No one to greet him when he gets home after a long day.

No one to just cuddle and share thoughts with. Even the stupid or random ones.

No one to share meals with while they go over plans or talk about their days. 

No one to have petty arguments with like who ate all the cereal and didn’t put it on the list, who left the cap off the toothpaste, not replacing the toilet paper.

No one but himself.

He had a few roommates for a while, but they all moved out to live with their s/o. He’d tried dating and even had a girlfriend move in with him once, but that ended badly. Hero life was hard. Being the significant other of a hero, well, that could be even harder some days. They broke up not long after, and he’d been single ever since. 

He mentally sighed. Guess it was the bachelor’s life him…

He continued to watch the two of you browse another aisle as you made your way to the back of the store. From the angle of the camera, he could barely see you now.  His hand itched to switch the view to the rear camera, but he restrained himself.  This was his job; he needs to watch for the villains, not ogle you. No matter how beautiful you were. How soft and sweet your voice was. Or how quickly that demeanor changed when it came to the safety of your son. He knows first hand you don’t come between a momma bear and her cub. He wouldn’t lie, seeing you go into protective mode, just… damn.

Thankfully, before that thought could go any further, two figures walked through the front door and into the frame. It was the villains. They could only watch as the villains made their way over to the front desk and the shopkeeper. 

The villains split up, the smaller one stayed near the desk while the larger one stalked around closer to the racks. He could see the villains and the shopkeeper talking but couldn’t make out what was being said. Lip reading wasn’t his thing. But it was apparent the villains were trying to intimidate the scared-looking man. 

A flash in the corner of the screen brought his attachment back to you as you and your son moved closer to the front and ultimately closer into danger. 

“No..go back…” Kirishima whispered under his breath as he watched the next bit unfold.  The brute yelled something, gave his partner before giving the rack on end a hard shove. Toys and plushies tumbled from their metal shelves as the racking toppled over into the one beside it. 

He already knew what was coming.

That rack fell into the next, which fell into the next one. Line by line, row by row. All the shelves dominoed into each. 

His eye darted from the villain back to where you were, his body on full alert. Your head jerks to the side, no doubt from the sound of the loud crashing. With reflexes that surprised even him, he watched as you grabbed your son just as the shelf beside you gave in to the weight of the rows before it. 

“Is there any other view on them?” He couldn’t stop himself from asking. Yeah they were suppose to keep their eyes on the villain's for the report but... 

“Yeah, there’s one in the back.” Fat was already reaching for the keyboard as he glared at the screen, his food seemingly forgotten. The screen flashed for switching over to the back of the shop.

It was total chaos. Toys, plushies, and other items were scattered everywhere from the falling rows. And there in the middle of the disaster area was you and your son. Nearly all of you laid beneath the rack currently pinning you to the floor, save for your one arm and your head. Your son wasn’t in any better of a position; he could only see the top of his head. Suddenly the video stopped. Fatgum had paused the video before playing back the part of you, grabbing your son, right before the rack fell. 

“Good reflexes.” The older man sighed in relief. “Little guy would have been crushed if he’d stayed .” Kirishima could only nod as they continued to watch. The video was back to where it was before, with the two of you being pinned under the rack. Even though he couldn’t seem much of you, he knew the two of you were scared. How could you not be? Damn, he should have gotten there faster! 

If he’d been faster, maybe… you wouldn’t have gotten hurt as bad, or your son wouldn’t have been as scared. Though, to be honest, it was just chance they’d been in the area. Guess you could say it was a right place at the right time kind deal. The two heroes just finished their shift and were heading back to the agency. They’d gotten into a debate on food and made a wrong turn, which put them on that street. A loud crash caught the attention of a civilian across who called to them from across the street.

If they hadn’t been there, how long would it have taken for the call to come in? How long would you have been pinned there? How long would your son have to watch you suffer, alone, scared?

A shadow in the corner of the screen shook him from his thoughts. It was the bigger villain making his way towards the back of the store. 

“Hide…” Kirishima mumbled as they watched the villain make his way over to you.  You shifted, hiding your son further into the small hollow, but leaving you exposed and unprotected. 

“The detective said in the email that a part of this was pretty hard to watch, I’m guessing that’s about to come up…” Fatgum muttered sadly, putting his snacks down on the table. They watched as the villain stopped in front of you. The man was clearly saying something to you, but you only kept your head down, shielding your young son. The villain tensed for a moment. Was it something you did? Or maybe you said? Whatever it was clearly angered him as he gave you a wicked grin before putting his foot on the rack above you. Before, the redhead wished there was sound, but now, he was grateful for the silence.

 "That bastard!“ He saw red as he watched you scream from the man applying more force to the shelf. 

"Easy Red, they’re both ok, that guy won’t be able t-.” The older man tried to calm down his partner, well, until the villain kicked you in the face. That made the older hero jump to his feet. “That fiend! Just you wait till we get there! You’ll regret that!” As enraged as Kirishima was, he couldn’t help but smile and chuckle at how quick his mentor’s demeanor changed.  

After picking his char up off the floor, Fat sat back down, and the two returned to watching the video. It wasn’t long, for they saw the villain’s lip moves, still looking over for walking off-screen. You weren’t moving, and your face was now covered in blood. 

Nothing moved on the screen for the longest time. Fat was just about to reach over and speed up the video when something caught his eye.

It was your son. 

Kirishima’s heart broke as he watched the small boy pull himself out from under the wreckage. He was shaking, and his clothes were torn, but thankfully, he wasn’t hurt. Well, not physically anyway. How the kid managed to walk away from that unscathed was a miracle. (Y/S/N) looked in the villain’s direction before turning back to you. It was hard to see the kids face at this angle, but the heroes didn’t need to. They knew he was crying as he gently shook you, trying to wake you up.

Sadly you weren’t waking up, not then anyway. 

If he’d been in that kid’s shoes at his age, he would have given up right then and there.

But not this kid. 

No, instead, he grabbed your arm and started pulling you. Trying to drag you up from under the rack.

This elementary school kid, who was just the victim of a villain attack, was trying with all his might to save his mom. He jerked and strained as he tried to pull you from under the massive weight, but you weren’t budging. He gave one final strong pull before slipping on remnants of a displaying, causing him to fall back on his butt. Kirishima had to physically stop himself from moving.  

The kid was back on his feet in a flash, this time though he was trying to lift the rack. He knew he couldn’t lift the shelf; even with a quirk, it would be impossible for him given his size. But there he was still pushing with everything he had. 

“Poor little guy. He must have been terrified but look at him. He’s really giving it his all." 

"He’s an awesome kid. If it’d been me, I’d be too scared to move.” Kirishima’s voice was full of pride but held a trace of sadness. The redhead was proud of the squirt. Most kids, hell, most adults would have been paralyzed with fear. 

But not him. 

Despite the fear.

Despite the pain. 

Despite the hopelessness.

He still kept trying.

He’d make a hell of a hero one day…

A flash of red in the corner of the screen jolted him from his thoughts. 

It was himself. They’d finally arrived to help. While the video played out in front of them, the rest of his senses played his memory. He could hear the kids cry for help. He could feel the weight of the shelf as he moved behind the kid to rescue you. The warmth yet limpness of your body as he pulled you from the wreckage. The wailing of your son calling out for you. The relief when he felt your pulse still beating beneath the fragile skin of your neck. The overwhelming emotions as tried to comfort the small, terrified child in his arms. 

Fatgum paused the video once everyone was out of frame. You on a stretcher and him with your son still in his arms.

“You did really good out there today, Red.” Fatgum grinned at him before reaching over to the file on the desk, flipping through the report.

“Thanks.” Kirishima sighed. “I just wish I could have done more. Maybe if I’d been faster, (Y/N) and (S/N) wouldn’t have had to suffer as much. Some hero I am…" 

"Don’t say that! You did everything you could and believe me when I say this, at that moment, you truly became that kids hero.”

“Hmm…"  Fatgum gave the folder in his hand a puzzled look before hit rewind on the footage.

"What’s up?” Kirishima glanced up at the larger hero. 

“It’s nothing really. Just wondering something. The paramedics said the kid was ok right?”

“Yeah, they checked over him at the scene. His clothes were torn up some, but surprisingly, the little guy didn’t have a scratch on him.” A light bulb went off. “Wait, How did he do that? He was under that rack too!”

“That’s what I was wondering. Maybe he used his quirk? If he did, given the shape he momma was in, it might have saved his life.”

“Hmm… well, he did say that his quirk was kind of like mine. But I didn’t see him use it.” He thought back. Fat paused the video to right as the rack was falling on to the two of you. It was still hard to watch, but they went through it frame by frame. “I can’t see anything resembling a quirk…”

“Hmm… I can’t tell anything. If he has a defensive quirk, it doesn’t really stand out. Plus, with all the objects falling around them, it makes it harder to tell. 

"Maybe his clothes are hiding it?”

“Hey, can you go to the part where he crawls out? I think there was a pretty good shot of him there.” Fatgum nod hit a few keys to comply. “There! Right there!” They let the video play out from there. 

Until they saw it. For a split second, the kid is looking right at the camera, showing his whole face. And something… just looked off. Was something wrong with the camera? Maybe it was a trick of the light or the lens?

“Can we zoom in on his face?” Kirishima leaned forward, looking closely at the screen as Fat zoomed in on the boy’s face. The screen was blurry for a minute, but slowly the video started to render, making the image clearer.

What? Was his skin…. hardening?

No, it was just hardening.. it was sharpening too… Just like his…

Kirishima felt his heart take a free fall into his stomach. 

 The kid didn’t have a quirk similar to his. 

No, his quirk was exactly like his!

The room started to spin as he felt like every molecule of breathable air suddenly took an exit stage right, right out of the room. 

“Hey… Kirishima… when did you meet (L/N) again?” Kirishima could barely hear Fat’s question over the ringing in his ears.

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[grayseekerswritinglife]

Tricks & Treats 5/5

Chapter Five: The Gold-Sweats

“Fly?” Hook broke stride and gave Starscream an incredulous look. “I don’t think you understand the seriousness of the situation. Skywarp is lucky he can walk, let alone fly.”

“I realize that,” Starscream said irritably, falling in step beside the Decepticons’ chief medic as he resumed walking down a corridor of the Victory’s crew deck. “I’m just looking for an ETA. That’s all.”

After their escape, they had sneaked Skywarp back onto the Victory without drawing undue attention to themselves. Hook had agreed to let Skywarp recover in his quarters rather than the medbay, which had been helpful, though it was only a matter of time before Megatron started asking questions. Eventually, the old bucket-head was going to decide that he simply had to have an airstrike. When that happened, it would be Starscream’s neck on the line if all Seekers weren’t ready to scramble.

“Look,” Hook said, in the clipped tones of a medic nearing the limits of his patience. “The best I can offer is that Skywarp will be ready to fly once ninety percent of the gold has left his system. But that could take up to two weeks.”

“Two weeks?” Starscream let out a string of curses, which Hook duly ignored. They were nearing the door of the quarters which Skywarp and Thundercracker shared. Hook politely raised his fist to knock, but Starscream shoved past him and barged in. He regretted doing so almost immediately.

Skywarp was sitting in a shallow tray positioned on the floor between Skywarp’s own berth and the one he typically shared with Thundercracker. It was easy to see why. He was literally dripping gold. Liquid metal was leaking from his joints, his vents, his transformation seams, and—it seemed—from every other orifice. It was even flowing, like tears, from the corners of his optics. Gold had pooled at the bottom of the tray, leaving him sitting in a puddle of what was, effectively, his own sweat.

“Ugh.” Starscream crinkled his nasal assembly. “How revolting!”

“You don’t know the half of it,” Thundercracker said with a shake of his head. He was kneeling behind Skywarp, using a rag to clean his gold-streaked wings. This appeared to be an impossible task. Every time he cleared some gold away, more came pouring out to replace it.

“That’s very good,” Hook said in approval. “If you keep his transformation seams as clear as possible, the gold will escape from his system much more easily.”

“But I don’t want it to,” Skywarp complained.

“Too bad,” Starscream snapped. “I expect you back in the air within the week.” Hook shot him a glare, which he duly ignored.

“How are you feeling?” Hook asked, crouching to run a medical scanner over Skywarp’s frame.

Skywarp shrugged. “Okay, I guess. What did you put in the gold, though? It tastes terrible now.”

“Nothing,” Hook replied, his gaze never leaving the scanner. “What you’re experiencing is a common side-effect of gold-poisoning. You might even say it’s your body’s way of protecting you from your own questionable habits.”

“Gold tastes bad to you now?” Starscream asked from the doorway. He didn’t want to get any closer to that puddle of sweat than he absolutely had to.

Skywarp nodded unhappily. “It looks sooo tasty, but when I try to drink it—”

“Drink it? It’s your sweat.”

“So? It’s better than letting it go to waste.”

“Trust me, Warp; it is disgusting,” Thundercracker put in.

“It probably won’t taste bad forever,” Hook assured him. “Once your system has returned to a state of balance, your taste-receptors will probably do the same.”

“But in the meantime,” Starscream said, “I guess I can safely leave this by your bedside, without having to worry about you putting on any additional weight.” He drew a small bag of golden ore—the very bag he’d originally confiscated from Skywarp—from his subspace, and tossed it on Skywarp’s bunk.

“Now you give it back,” Skywarp said with a pout, though he eyed the bag with naked avarice, as if he was thinking of trying it anyway.

“Yeah, I’ll be taking care of that,” Thundercracker said, whisking the bag into his subspace. “I’ll make sure he gets some when he’s ready. And that he doesn’t overindulge,” he added, giving Skywarp a stern look.

Skywarp folded his arms over his gold-slick chest, glaring. Mostly at Starscream. “What are you even doing here?”

“Can’t a Trineleader check up on his Trinemates?”

“Watch out,” Thundercracker warned. “We might start thinking you care.”

“Don’t be absurd. I was merely ensuring that Megatron does not hear of our little... adventure,” Starscream retorted. “Which means making sure the two of you remain alive and intact.”

“Whatever you say, Screamer.”

“I just have one question,” Starscream said, fixing his gaze on Skywarp. “I thought the Autobots searched your subspace.”

“They did.”

"How did you keep them from finding your pranking supplies?”

Starscream only asked because Skywarp’s pranks had saved their afts. After they’d gotten past Sludge, Skywarp had used one of his smoke-bombs to distract the two other Dinobots guarding the detention area. After that, most of the Autobots had been in such a frenzy to deactivate the sprinkler system that they hadn’t even noticed the escaping prisoners. Those who had noticed had swiftly fallen prey to Starscream’s null-ray. Or to the reverberations of Thundercracker’s sonic booms, which were deafening at close range. Or—in the notable case of Powerglide—to one of Skywarp’s fake snakes. Which had proved highly effective as a tripping hazard.

“Oh,” Skywarp said with a smile. “They did find them.”

“But they let you keep it all?”

“Noooot exactly.” Skywarp leaned back against Thundercracker, coating his chest in golden slime. Thundercracker made a face, but draped his arms around Skywarp anyway. Skywarp grinned. “The Autobots were all so distracted by the gold that I was able to slide a few things back into my subspace.”

“And naturally you chose the exploding pumpkins,” Thundercracker said. “Priorities and all.”

“Hey, ‘tis the season.” Skywarp smirked. “But you know the part we’re not talkin’ about? The electro-magnetized part.”

“The what?” Hook asked.

“Oh, nothin'. Just the way Starscream busted into the detention holding area and kicked the door open like a ninja and grabbed his null-ray straight from the jaws of one of those Dinobots—”

“Yes, well,” Starscream interrupted. “We simply do what we must, don’t we?”

“Yeaaaaah.” Skywarp playfully flicked gold in his direction. “It’s got nothin’ to do with that picture you keep in your lab.”

“Picture?” Hook looked nonplussed.

“Schematic,” Starscream corrected. “Of the Ark. It’s how I knew where the Autobots were keeping the null-ray. Obviously.” He turned for the door, but Skywarp called after him.

“Know what the best part of all this is?”

“I shudder to ask.”

“The two of you guys comin’ to my rescue,” Skywarp said, glancing warmly between Starscream and Thundercracker. “Nice to see you gettin’ along for once.”

Starscream scowled at them both, and hastily made his exit. He went straight to his lab. If anything good could be said to have come of this, he was at least getting some uninterrupted lab-time. Finally.

“Now,” he said, sinking down at his workstation. “Where was I?” He called up the data-set he’d been analyzing when Thundercracker had invaded, and stared at it for a while. Equations swirled through his mind like wisps of smoke, but his gaze kept drifting to the holocube. Finally, he picked it up and gazed at the two figures pictured within. A silver-and-red Seeker perched on the shoulder of a mech so huge that his wings blocked the stars. Starscream pressed his lips together, sighed, and opened a comm channel. A very old one. So ancient that no one, even Soundwave, would have been able to break its encryption.

“You idiot,” he began.

A soft laugh greeted his remark. “Are you all safely away?”

“Yes, but you took a stupid risk.”

“Perhaps. Or, perhaps, I prevented a retaliatory attack by the Decepticons. I imagine that Megatron would have wanted the three of you back, eventually.”

“If only to prevent us from revealing secrets,” Starscream reluctantly agreed.

“So perhaps it could be said that I took care of a dicey situation in a way that caused the least amount of harm.”

“Which doesn’t make you any less of an idiot.”

“Possibly not.” A pause. “How’s Skywarp doing?”

“You’re changing the subject.”

“Yes.”

“Whatever.” Starscream shrugged. Then, remembering Skyfire couldn’t see him, added, “He’ll live.”

“Good. And I trust he’s learned his lesson about stealing gold?”

Starscream snorted.

“Thought as much.” Skyfire chuckled. “Thanks for not hurting anyone.”

“Apart from Powerglide,” Starscream pointed out.

“I think it was only his pride.”

“We would have, if we’d needed to. Hurt people.”

“I understand. But you didn’t.”

Silence fell between them. Not an uncomfortable silence; just companionable.

“So it’s Halloween tonight,” Starscream finally said. “I don’t suppose you’re free?”

“Why? Are you going to scare me?”

“I could.” Starscream thought for a moment, then rattled off a set of coordinates.

A beat of hesitation. “Isn’t that where you got captured?”

“You’ll like it,” Starscream promised. It wasn’t as if the Aerialbots would be there standing guard, and besides, the pocket valley was private and rather beautiful. Plus, tonight was a full moon. He wanted to see Skyfire by the side of that spring, wet and gleaming in the moonlight. “Bring all your tricks,” he said, “and I’ll bring treats.”

~~~~~~~

This was written for @darkstarofchaos​ for the @transform-or-treat​ Halloween gift exchange. There are five chapters of it in all, and I will be posting a chapter a day until Halloween! Many, many thanks to @justawayninja or being my awesome beta. Your suggestions helped me get the story to the next level.

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[acraftedmistake]

A Person Who Has Never Played MCSM Writes A Story About MCSM Chp. 9

YEAAAAAH CHP 9!! 31 PAGES!! I’m weirdly excited over this gjnfbdsfdhfgdgg Hope you guys will like it!!

Today was the big day!

The day everyone had been anticipating for months! Weeks upon weeks of preparation, everybody doing their part, sharing the workload of the decoration, careful planning to make sure everyone could attend, countless nights of reading and rereading the plans for how the day would play out, and now it’s finally arrived!

Everyone was excited, but no one could compete with the exhilaration Radar had!

Radar viewed the sea of people he stood before, making out familiar faces as they all chattered to one another. He remembered being so fearful of crowds, now he feels nothing but enthusiasm. The people were seated in the beautifully embellished nave. Bold, red flowers with their mesmerizing petals were used to make wreaths which hung on the stone walls, along with banners of the same vibrancy as the flowers that hung from the ceiling.

Radar stood proudly on the stage with two others by each side. He had put hours into his appearance, making sure his red suit--a shade he’d always compare to a ruby--was wrinkle free, that his dark yellow tie could be put on without hassle, his black shoes shone, and being extra determined to keep his hair combed back and slick. His hair would always stick up, it was nearly impossible to control, but it seemed merciful for this special day.

He looked at the people next to him, he was placed in between two individuals who he was well acquainted with. On his left was a woman about his age, freckles scattered on her pale face, and long, red hair that stopped midway at her back. Unlike Radar, she was not wearing formal attire of any sort, instead, she had a clean, white towel wrapped around her body which she held together tightly.

Radar could’ve gone unclothed as well, but when he was shown the optional attire, he knew he had to wear it for such an event. He was warned his suit would get ruined today, and to not fret about his appearance, but he wanted to look wonderful regardless.

The man to the right of him was older--though by how many years was unknown--and had been here far longer than Radar. He was extremely pale, which could’ve been because he was nervous, his hair was somewhat frizzy and a light blond. He also wore a suit, it was a dusty brown instead of Radar’s red.

‘Of course his suit is different,’ Radar thought to himself, ‘He is being honored for a different reason.’

Besides them, there was nothing too much on the stage except for a sturdy, spruce chair. However, more people would be stepping on soon.

“Everyone!” Brenner, one of their three leaders spoke as the other two stood aside, “I’d like to thank you all for joining us on this very special day…”

Brenner was no ordinary man. He was a man whose loud, confidence-filled voice would immediately steal your attention, his judgements were law and he’d speak only the truth.

His red robe, sleeves and its end decorated with gold-colored engravings, was loose around his body yet everyone knew it was perfect for him. His white eyes stood out from his dark brown skin and he wore his bold red and pink burn marks with pride. He was blind, but he had no need to see.

There was no flaw in this man.

Brenner continued his speech and Radar wanted to listen, yet he found his attention going elsewhere. On each end of the dark wooden stage were two big, white ceramic pots with shiny blue paint splattered on the tops. Large fires had been set in each pot, and had flowers carefully surrounding each flame, delicately placed to prevent them from being set ablaze.

‘Red dahlias,’ Radar remembered, ‘They’re wonderful.’

Radar, among a few others, had helped Brenner dig up a bundle of these gorgeous flowers. It was that very day when Brenner spoke to him.

“Radar,” Brenner had said, “Your journey, your progression… You are a vastly different man compared to the one I first met nearly a year ago.”

He placed his hand on his shoulder and gifted Radar with a smile, something he hardly ever did, “The next generation of The Awakening has been gifted to receive a future Vision as you, Radar.”

A Vision. Radar. He never thought hearing those three words together was possible. He had only been in The Awakening just shy of a year, compared to the tens of hundreds of other people who had been here--some for over a decade--he thought he still had years to go. But the leaders told him his growth and his leadership skills outshined many others. They told him they needed him.

Who could refuse an honor like that?

A Vision. What a powerful word. What a title.

Radar turned back to the center of the stage. The woman had sat down on the chair, clutching her towel tightly. She was sobbing. Two of the leaders surrounded her as she told her tragic story, how she had lost everything until The Awakening had helped her. Hearing her story and seeing the crowd’s tearful, sympathetic faces as they nodded along to her words brought a weird happiness to Radar. This was a community. A safe place. A home.

The third leader, an older man with a similar attire to Brenner, carefully made his way onto the stage, carrying a deep dish specially made to carry whatever substance was in it. It must’ve been a darker red, but it’s coating began to chip away from years of usage. The old man wore thick gloves.

Once her story had finished, everyone cheered.

Brenner stood behind her and placed his hands where her collar bone was, carefully massaging it to help her relax as he continued his speech.

“Your years of hardships and development are soon to be rewarded. Are you ready to be gifted with The Vision’s gift?”

“I am.” She answered, wiping away her remaining tears.

“Do you love the people you will soon shine for, our history, and wish to make the future brighter for our remaining days on this Earth?”

“I do.”

“Are you ready to become the next, brilliant flame for future generations?”

“I am.”

She glanced up at Brenner, who gave her a small but warming smile, before taking a deep breath. She tilted her head back as far as she could, Brenner held her hair.

The old man approached and the substance began to trickle down before becoming a slow, steady pour.

The liquid was heavier, as it fell onto her face instead of drizzling down smoothly like Radar expected it to. It also had a brilliant glow to it and lit up a portion of the stage; the light made the steam from the substance visible.

A strange smell soon came. Radar couldn’t perfectly describe the smell, an odd clash of sweetness and naustiation, it was becoming stronger by the second. He could practically taste the scent.

He stared at the woman as the liquid kept coming, her skin was becoming red and slowly falling off her face and onto the floor, sizzling. Odd bubbles began to form and Radar swore he saw what used to be her eye melting and mixing along with the liquid.

Lava.

What are they doing?

Radar looked back at the crowd, who still had the happiness from before, and felt his stomach begin to knot up.

Do they see nothing wrong with this?

Why aren’t they doing anything?

What are they doing?

What are they doing?

What is he doing?

He stopped breathing. The stench had become overwhelming, he was afraid he’d choke. This isn’t right. This can’t be right.

This can’t be right.

“Radar?” He heard Brenner say, a firm grip on Radar’s shoulder, “Are you alright?”

Radar couldn’t tell if he was shaking his head or if his whole body was trembling tremendously, but seeing Brenner’s concerned--almost worried--expression means he must’ve looked awful.

Radar kept shaking, he shook his head violently to make himself clear as he stepped away.

He kept stepping back and back and back until his body bursted into a full sprint. He held his breath and ran faster than he ever had in his entire life. He ran through the hallway of the shrine until he saw the exit, never looking back. He heard shouts and screams, hollers, voices pleading for him to come back, people calling him ‘quitter’, but he refused to listen.

The moment his foot passed the exit, Radar finally took in a lungful of fresh air and expected to see the lushious field of grass and flowers he was so used to seeing, but there was nothing to greet him.

He stood in nothing. No signs of life. No buildings. Only nothing.

Was he dead?

“Radar.” He heard Brenner’s voice again. The melancholy wrapped around it sunk into Radar’s mind.

He had done wrong.

Something terribly wrong.

Radar tried to keep moving, he found very little energy to run, but he tried to walk. He may as well have been moving with cinder blocks chained to his legs, his feet dragging against the unloving void as he begged his body to move faster.

“You’re so much better than this.”

A hand crept up and held Radar’s hand. He tried to pull away but more locked his arm in place. He couldn’t see the hands, the arms, where they were coming from, but he could feel them. Their tight, unforgiving fingers gripped his clothes, tearing them off and stabbing his skin. More came and wrapped themselves around his bare body, some around his chest and stomach, almost as if hugging him. He wanted to throw up. This was wrong. This was wrong.

He felt fingers caress his face and remove his glasses before forcing his head up and his eyes wide open. Radar could see the dish looming over him crystal clearly. Radar couldn’t move his head, he tried rolling his eyes to the back of his head yet he could still make out the disgusting clumps of lava falling to his face.

“The next generation of The Awakening has been gifted to receive a future Vision as you, Radar.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Maya awoke to Radar’s screaming followed by a stingful slap in the face. She almost didn’t recognize her own room because of how unfocused her vision was. Maya felt the headboard of her bed against her stiff, aching back. Why was she sitting on her bed? Did she fall asleep sitting up? She squeezed her eyes and shook her head, wondering why she received a wake up call like that.

“I’m blind! I’m blind--!” She heard Radar’s high voice cry.

Maya shot her eyes down and jumped. On top of her blue blanket, arms flailing and legs kicking, was Radar with tears streaming down his face. Rays of the sun shot through her windows and into Radar’s eyes.

The aches have been completely forgotten as Maya jumped off her bed, and ran towards the windows as Radar continued to shout about how he couldn’t see. How he was blinded. The way he covered his face with his hands and wailed with his body thrashing about, you’d almost believe someone had tore his eyes out.

Maya hurriedly yanked the curtains over the windows--the thick, blue sheets immediately blocking all light--and she rushed over to her nightstand to grab Radar’s glasses; she had to tape one of the hinges back together after he had fallen asleep.

“No you’re not. No you’re not. No you’re not. ” She said in a quick breath, fumbling with the glasses, trying to open them without accidentally snapping the hinge off.

She held the glasses carefully, trying to figure out how calm Radar down so he could put them back on. His hands dug into his face, he continued to sob. She couldn’t possibly put them on at the moment.

“Hey,” She said loud enough through the man’s sobs. His hands remained firmly on his face but his body settled down when hearing Maya’s voice.

Radar opened his mouth, wanting to talk, but he could hardly get the first letter out. His breathing was loud and unsteady, and his body shook.

Maya carefully reached out, “Can I see your hand?”

She couldn’t tell if he was nodding, but he extended his hand out, searching for her’s.

She made sure to grasp gently as their fingers locked. He was ice cold.

Radar had covered his eyes with his arm. Maya stared at him and slowly breathed in.

“What’s your name?” She asked carefully.

He didn’t respond right away, he took a moment to process the question as his teeth chattered.

“R… Radar.” He answered with an unsteady voice.

Maya nodded and held his hand a little tighter, “Do you know where you are?”

Radar slowly began to uncover his face. His eyes peeked out and he scanned the room. Everything was blurry and dark, but the layout felt familiar to him.

“A h… A house?”

Maya brought the glasses to his face, trying her best to slip them on with one hand. She didn’t want to poke his eyes. Radar helped push the glasses into place.

He wiped away the remaining tears, used his arms to hoist himself up, and looked around the room again.

“Aiden’s home.” He corrected himself.

He heard Maya’s ‘Mhm’ as he continued to observe the room. It was clean. It was barren. There was only an oak nightstand with an old, red alarm clock. Two chests were in between the two windows across the bed, a sword laid on top of one of the chests. Then there was the dresser pushed against the wall to the right side of the room, it was the only thing to be considered ‘messy’. One of its drawers was open, exposing the neatly folded clothes, and on top of the dresser laid two more swords, a pickaxe, and bandage wraps.

He recalled a second bed used to be here, but Aiden had moved it to the guest room.

‘This is Maya’s room.’ Radar remembered.

He was beginning to relax when he heard Maya ask “And The Awakening?”

Radar froze up again, adrenaline rushed through him, his brain begged him to escape, yet he remained still. Flashes of the dream--memories--quickly came and went. He turned his head stiffly to Maya, his shrunken pupils locked onto her face. She looked worried. Was that his fault?

Radar gripped her hand tightly and started with a shaky voice, “The… They…”

He swallowed, “They can’t get here.”

“Right.” Maya nodded, her brows creased, “Because we’d do everything we can to stop them. You’re safe.”

“I’m safe.” Radar repeated. He fell back onto the bed. He was finally able to regain control over his breathing as he took slow, deep breaths.

The two remained in the bed--hands still holding--for several minutes. Maya wanted to give Radar some time to take it easy after such a rough day, but a part of her wanted to converse with him. Maybe he needed someone to talk to. But what could she say? She could never start conversations. She never knew how to.

Maya stared at the wall across her bed for a minute, clenching her jaw

“Bad dream?” She finally asked.

Radar nodded, rubbing his eyes.

“You wanna talk about it? You don’t have to.” She said in her gruff voice. Maya never hated how she sounded, but there were times she wished she could sound a bit more… Emotional? Softer? Her words always sounded far colder than she intended them to.

“I’d love to forget it.” Radar said weakly, squirming in bed trying to get comfortable. He laid on his side, staring at the room’s door, trying to concentrate on anything that wasn’t his dream or what had happened yesterday.

“We were supposed to go to Petra’s today,” He took a deep breath, “Am I holding you back?”

Maya shook her head, “No. Everyone else will be heading to her place, I’m staying here with you.”

She saw Radar’s head sink into the pillow, visibly disappointed. She pressed her lips together.

“You wouldn’t like it there.” She said.

“Oh?”

“Petra’s place. It’s…” She thought about her next words carefully, “Sorta creepy.”

Radar could only respond with a weak nod. He turned on his other side so he could face Maya again. Everything was beginning to slow down. His blinking, his breathing, his heart beat.

“Did I hurt you?” Radar avoided looking at her face. He forced his eyes to stare at his free hand.

“It was an accident.” She acknowledged, “Don’t worry about it.”

He mumbled a barely audible apology and dug his face deeper into the pillow. He kept staring at his hand. It was shaking. He was still shaking.

He inhaled sharply tore away from Maya’s hand and tightly gripped his wrist, determined to cease his trembling. The more he kept staring the more frustrated he got. This is pathetic. This is pathetic. This is pathetic. Why is this still happening?

“How can I be expected to do anything properly if I can’t even stop my own hand from shaking!” He grinded his teeth and kept crushing his wrist.

Maya was about to stop him when Radar suddenly sat up, threw both hands onto his head, and dug into his hair.

“I promised--I promised Olivia and--and him a tour of the town.”

There’s no way he’d be able to do it today nor tomorrow. Maybe not even for the rest of the week. He’s not sure how well he’d handle being on the empty streets of Obsidian Town... In the middle of the day… Seeing him… Hearing his voice… Being close to him.

Olivia would be there, but would she make any difference?

“They’re good people. They’ll understand.” Maya assured him.

She placed her hand on his shoulder, “It’s okay you can’t do it. Doesn’t make you a failure.”

“I know.” Radar’s hands steadily slipped off his head as he rested against the headboard of the bed.

He felt his body leaning closer and closer to Maya till he found his head resting on her shoulder.

“Maya?”

“Hm?”

“I want to… Wanted to thank you for all that you did last night.” Radar felt his eyelids getting heavy.

“Yeah,” Maya glanced at him, “Yeah, don’t mention it.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Jesse cracked his eyes open ever so slightly and was met with an intense brightness. The window’s blinds were wide open, allowing sunlight to spew in and take over his bedroom. Jesse squeezed his eyes shut and shifted around in the bed, his head was pounding, he wanted a few extra minutes of sleep. Just a few. But he was finding the task rather difficult. Was his bed always this uncomfortable? Hard? How did he manage to fall asleep in the first place?

‘This isn’t your bed.’ A thought echoed in his head.

His eyes shot open. Oh no. It wasn’t a fever dream.

Jesse instantly sat up and scanned the room, ‘Guest room.’ He reminded himself.  Where was Olivia? The place was rather empty, if she was in here, he would’ve spotted her already. Is she okay? Did something happen last night?

Jesse threw the covers off, slipped on his shoes beside the bed, and tried to recall what happened.

“Okay, you found out you’re in a different world--in a different universe, filled with different-familiar people, what else? What else?” Talking outloud tends to help refresh his memory, “Radar got attacked by Other Jesse--oh, I hope he’s okay!”

Jesse ran to the door, swung it open and… Was greeted with a surprised Stella.

“Oh, you’re up!” Stella’s fist was raised, she must’ve been a moment away from knocking. She was wearing a soft, striped, lavender-colored, short sleeved pajama top with a pair of dark purple flannel pants. She also wore fuzzy slippers that were the same shade as her shirt.

Jesse stopped in his tracks and dug his fingers into the doorway, bouncing his leg rapidly. He needed to know if his friend was safe, or--at the very least--still in this house.

“Yep, woke up a second ago. Have you seen Olivia?”

Stella blinked, “Yes, she asked if she could read in the living room.”

Jesse’s body loosened, his hands melted off the door’s frame as he sighed with relief. He peeked back at Stella, who looked like she wanted to say something.

“What about you? Why are you up so early?” Jesse had no idea what time it was. He knew the sun was out, so he assumed it was morning.

“I… Couldn’t sleep.” She clasped her hands together, “Jesse I--I owe you an apology.”

Jesse tilted his head, last night was overwhelming. So many moments merged together into one, chaotic nightmare.

Stella breathed in, “The way I treated you last night, I think it’s fair to say I wasn’t the nicest. I genuinely thought you were our Jesse, I’m very sorry.”

“Oh, hey!” Jesse leaned against the door, “After what happened to Radar, I totally understand. Better safe than sorry.”

“But still,” Stella tucked her hair behind her ear, “You didn’t deserve to be treated like that.”

“It’s all good.” Jesse assured her with a smile. Stella smiled back.

She stretched her arms high, “Well, there’s a few more hours of the day left, I’m going to try to get as much sleep as I can. You and Olivia should too.”

Stella waved and began walking off, leaving Jesse to think to himself. He wasn’t too tired, he wouldn’t be able to sleep again. Sleep. Sleep? What time is it? Wait a minute--

“Hold on, Stella!” Jesse whisper-shouted to her before she went any further. She spun around, strands of hair flying into her face.

“When do--What time do you usually go to bed?”

Stella answered, “10:30 sharp. I go to bed the earliest out of everyone else.”

Jesse inhaled, “... AM or PM?”

“... AM?” She replied, raising a brow.

‘Oh no.’ Jesse thought to himself as he held his breath.

“What time do you wake up?”

“8 PM--Why are you asking me this?” Stella asked.

‘Oh no. There’s a time difference.’ A major one at that.

He glanced back up at the confused woman and finally exhaled, “You see, in our universe, we fall asleep when it’s dark out. Polar opposite to your’s.”

Stella stared for a moment longer before her eyes widened. She let her mouth hang as she tried to figure out how to approach the situation.

“Oh dear, that possibility didn’t even come to mind! Are you two going to be okay? Aiden will probably be waking us up at 6--6 PM--you’re going to be waiting for a while.”

“Don’t worry,” He waved his hand, “We’ll find a way to kill time.”

Stella tapped her foot, thinking of what him and Olivia could do for the next several hours. She wanted to suggest they rest so they wouldn’t tire out too soon during their trip to Petra’s, but if they’re used to being up at this time, it’ll certainly be difficult for them. Plus they’d have to tire themselves out to want to rest.

“Alright,” Stella started, “There are plenty of books downstairs for you to read, if you get hungry, help yourself to whatever. If you see a container of butter cookies, don’t eat those, those are Cassie’s…”

Jesse nodded along to Stella’s list.

“And don’t--!” She raised her worried voice but immediately stopped herself. She continued on in a whisper, “Don’t go outside. At all.”

“I won’t! Pinky promise.” Jesse held his pinky up high.

“ ‘Pinky promise’ ?” Stella repeated with a laugh, “That’s adorable. I need to go back to bed, I’m trusting the two of you to be safe.”

She began walking back to her room, her fuzzy slippers making flip-flop sounds with each step she took.

“Alright, goodn--Sleep well!” Jesse corrected himself.

He made his way to the stairs, could he say ‘Goodnight’? Or did he have to say ‘Good morning’ instead? ‘Good day’? Do phrases change with such a major time difference? He could only assume so.

Jesse would carefully place one foot on each step, trying to be as quiet as he could to not wake anyone, but the pressure he’d put on the stair would release one loud groan after another, making him cringe. Everything he did always seemed louder whenever he was trying to be quiet. Maybe it was his brain being overdramatic or maybe he was plain bad at being quiet.

He tried to take another step, carefully pressing down onto the wooden planks, but an exceptionally loud creak pierced his ears and stopped him in his tracks. He gritted his teeth. How hard was it to walk silently down steps?

“Is someone there?” He heard a familiar voice ask. Jesse perked up and leaped down the remaining stairs, completely forgetting the concept of ‘quiet’, slipping off the last step, and nearly breaking his legs.

He gripped onto the railings and caught himself before he could land on the floor face first.

“Oh my gosh!” Olivia leapt off the couch and hurried towards the moron, “Are you okay?!”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh.” He repeated, his heart racing with the surprise adrenaline rush. Olivia grabbed Jesse’s hand and hoisted him back to his feet.

“Do you know how much easier it would’ve been to just say ‘It’s me, Jesse’, instead of throwing yourself off a flight of stairs?” Olivia asked.

Jesse brushed himself off, “Sorry, sorry, I got excited. I woke up, you were missing, I was gonna find you but Stella stopped me--already a real wild morning.”

“Afternoon.” Olivia corrected.

“Hm?”

“It’s 1 PM, Jesse.”

“What?!” Jesse sputtered. Had he really been asleep for that long?

Olivia went back to the green couch and picked up a small book--the one she got from the library--laying on one of the cushions, “After we were told to go back to the guest room, you sat on the bed for a while. You were… Pretty quiet. You looked shaken up, so I wanted to give you space.”

She began flipping through the book, trying to find her place, “I read for a bit, then when I turned back around, you were asleep again. I was going to stay in bed and keep reading, but you kept moving around and taking up a lot of space.”

Olivia chuckled at the recollection.

‘Oh jeez, do I really do that?’ He had always slept alone, never shared a bed before. He hoped he wasn’t too much of a nuisance to her at night.

“Don’t worry about sleeping in though,” Olivia spoke up, she scooched to the side of the couch and patted the cushion beside her, inviting Jesse over, “you needed the rest.”

As Jesse walked over, Olivia looked around the living room.

“Nobody else seems to be up besides Stella.”

“Oh, speaking of which--” Jesse plopped down, his body bounced from the cushion, “There might be an itty bitty, teeny tiny little time difference. These guys apparently sleep in the morning and most of the afternoon.”

Olivia clicked her tongue, “I thought so.”

She had her suspicions earlier today when Aiden had told them to go back to bed, along with everyone’s odd amount of energy from last night. Having her speculations confirmed, she felt more at ease and wanted to use the time they had to continue reading her book and--hopefully--get more comfortable in their temporary world.

Jesse was watching Olivia hunt down the page she had stopped at--visibly annoyed--and decided to ask her on what she’s read so far. Olivia’s face brightened as she began describing what she'd learned.

She started with the story of a man who had done it all, someone who had defeated monsters of all kinds, traveled thousands of miles across a variety of biomes meeting new companions along the way, taking on beasts in the Nether--and other dimensions--and inspiring many people. He was referred to as “The Impossible Man”. The next two sections were shorter, the first discussing the rising creation of shrines made for gatherings and offerings, each shrine having their own unique origin story.

The second section was the vaguest of the bunch, briefly talking about a period of time where everyone believed the world was falling apart, horrid quakes would tear the floor open, storms would come and flood towns, and while there weren’t too many details, it seemed to be the darkest time of this world. Finally, there was the chapter she was currently reading: Tearing down the Nether. Years and years ago, hundreds of people began creating their own portals to the Nether in an attempt to find something. Trying to find Obsidian was risky enough, but people would go to the extremes when trying to find iron, flint, or obsidian to the point where people were killing each other over it. Portals would deteriorate and destroy anything surrounding them because of how poorly constructed they were.

Olivia scrunched her nose and flipped through a few pages as she continued talking, “That’s the most I’ve read. I’m struggling to piece certain parts together because someone took their time carefully removing specific pages. Who does that?”

The missing pages did explain why the book was on the thinner side.

“Can I take a peek?” Jesse asked, holding his hand out. Olivia passed him the dark blue book.

He began flipping through and, sure enough, pages were missing. Some sections were only missing a few, while others had tens of them gone. Whoever took these pages out did so with precision, the only evidence of the pages ever existing were the small, barely noticeable torn paper in the gutter of the book.

“Hm.” He handed it back, “Maybe someone’s trying to hide something. We might have to wait for everyone else to wake up so we can ask.”

Jesse slumped over the couch’s armrest and let his arms dangle as his hair hung in his face. They’ll have to wait five hours for anyone to wake up, and hope Aiden and the others were energized enough to want to explain. Five hours. Five long, agonizing hours in this house with windows taunting the outside world to him.

Jesse blew the hair out of his face and turned his head to the right. His eyes fell onto the wall across the couch, specifically the large portion of the wall with thick, long, oak shelves covering most of the area. The shelves carried a variety of items, from a worn down, iron helmet, pickaxes dangerously close to edges, carefully rolled maps and… Books!

Jesse’s face lit up and he lifted himself off the couch, “Hey, tell you what!”

He walked over to the shelves, “I’ll take a peek at some of these suckers,” he took out a random book, “and maybe they’ll help fill in any missing chunks!”

Olivia smiled, “Sounds great. Good way to pass some time.”

As Olivia continued on with her book, Jesse opened his and saw it was a recipe book. ‘Not gonna help unless we suddenly crave honey pie.’ He chuckled to himself and placed the book back. There were a number of books waiting to be checked out, he was sure to find something useful.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

A few hours had passed, Jesse wasn’t sure how many, but he was absolutely bored out of his mind. Most of the books shelves were recipe books, fictional, and a few autobiographies of people he didn’t know. He had also found a photo album but decided against looking through it, he felt it’d be an invasion of privacy. Jesse had rummaged through the few chests in the room and saw Aiden and his friends were loaded with weapons and armor, all which were kept in fine condition. He surprisingly wasn’t too hungry, but took a granola bar from one of the kitchen cabinets to fill him up just in case.

Olivia still had her face buried in the small book, she remained quiet for the most part except for the occasional page flipping when she’d get stumped.

Jesse pressed his face against one of the long windows by the front door, looking out on the few small businesses across the street who mocked him. The two-storied black smith with a dark wooden overhang that shielded the furnaces and hanging tools from the sun, the cute little general store with flower pots hanging off the roof, and the worst one, the public library. It was the biggest building of the bunch, it was two stories, made up of primarily dark oak and cobblestone, and had large, white tinted windows that exposed bookshelves filled to the brim. Their two front doors had a sign hanging in the middle reading “Closed”.

Jesse squeezed his face against the window harder. Oh, how he’d love to dash outside, run into the library, and nab a book.

As much as Jesse didn’t want to, he started wondering about this universe’s Jesse. He originally had a theory that the roles had been reversed in this universe. Good guys were bad, and bad guys were good. But when he remembered Aiden being friends with the other Olivia,  and there’s the fact the other Jesse used to be friends with them, caused his theory to crumble. Along with hearing bits of the world’s history, it was obvious this universe wouldn’t follow the “role reversal” formula.

‘This is a different universe,’ Jesse thought to himself, ‘Things are different. Things have changed. And there’s nothing I can do about it.’

Jesse sat on the couch and sunk into the cushion. Hopefully an idea to keep himself occupied would pop into his mind, but for now, there is nothing he can do.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Jesse?” He heard Olivia’s voice, “Come on, sleeping beauty.” She shook Jesse harder.

Jesse shot up from the couch, had he dozed off? Was he that tired? Bored? He did feel more energetic than before, so maybe he needed the nap.

“What’s up?” Jesse asked with a yawn as he pushed the hair out of his eyes. He glanced out the window, the skies were still blue and the Sun was still up, but it had lowered notably.

Olivia was about to answer when they heard thumping from above them. Several footsteps could be heard on the second floor, slowly approaching the stairs, along with an array of mumbled voices. Jesse hopped off the couch and bounced in place, eagerly eyeing the stairs as the footsteps got louder and louder.

Finally Aiden came down.

“Woah.” Aiden blinked, “You two are up early.” He rubbed his face. He was wearing an oversized, long sleeved, green shirt as opposed to his usual, buttoned up green top Jesse was used to seeing. His pants looked the same as last night’s, a black pair of jeans. Did he sleep in them? That couldn’t have been comfortable.

“Yes, we found out there’s a time difference.” Said Stella, who followed behind. Unlike her drowsy friends, she appeared wide awake and prepared for the day, already dressed in her purple, thin striped suit top with long, striped pants to match. She had already put her makeup on as well, her face glowed.

“Uh-huh, Good morning!” Jesse paused to think, “... Afternoon? Uh… Good wake-up-ning!”

Jesse had never been more excited to see this particular group of people in his entire life. He had no idea what they planned out for today, but he was hoping it’d involve going outside. Even if it was a quick pit stop to the general store, anything was better than nothing.

Everyone scavenged the kitchen for a quick breakfast, most getting a granola bar and whatever fruit their eyes landed on; Aiden was brewing coffee. Cassie was hoarding the tupperware of butter cookies and shoving a few in her mouth, her eyes barely open.

“Don’t you think you should eat something more… Filling?” Jesse asked, watching Cassie with concern.

“My energy is sustained on Gill’s butter cookies at this point, you don’t get to criticize me.” Cassie grumbled angrily, pointing at Jesse with a cookie in her hand.

“Where’s Maya?” Asked Gill, taking a bite out of his bar as he looked around the room.

“She won’t be coming with us, her and Radar are staying here.”

“Oh no, Radar can’t come with us. Bummer.” You could practically feel the sarcasm in Cassie’s tone.

“What? What happened?” Gill looked at both Aiden and Stella.

Aiden went on to explain what took place early in the morning, how he was reading the journal from Hadrian’s and heard their door slammed open. When he--and Stella--had found Maya missing, they were about to search for her when she came rushing back in with a beaten Radar. That’s when they discovered that their Jesse was close.

Aiden also mentioned he found old crafting recipes in the journal, recipes for alternatives of flint and steel which must’ve been used to activate different portals. The main items they’d need would be iron, flint, netherrack, red stone, and gold. While he wasn’t certain either of these activators were used on the portal in the Shrine of Eyes, it’d be good to try.

Aiden carried on, “... It’d be hard to find these things on our own, so we’re going to Petra’s. If anyone would have weird items, it’d be her.”

“YES!” Jesse shot his arms up and surprised everyone with his unrestrained excitement. They were going out. HE was going out. Not only that, but he’d see the Petra in this universe!

“Jesse, I’m sorry, you can’t come with us. Neither can Olivia.” Stella told him, her brows creased.

Jesse’s arms fell back down, his smile dropped, and his head hung. Was his reaction a little overdramatic? Perhaps. He understood why he couldn’t be let out, the main concerns were him being mistaken for the other Jesse or running INTO the other Jesse. Neither would end well if they were to happen, but he was allowed to feel let down. Olivia came over to pat him on the back.

“Stella’s right, we can’t let you outside…” Aiden stared down at the moping Jesse. He breathed in, “... Without a disguise!”

Cassie Rose, Gill, Stella, Jesse, and Olivia all turned to him and, in unison, exclaimed “What?!”

“We have some spare clothes upstairs, you just need to hide your faces until we’re far enough from town, it’ll be like last night.” Aiden said.

Olivia looked baffled while Jesse was beaming. He bounced about, “Yes! Yes! Thank you! This is the BEST!”

“Maya and Radar are sleeping!” Stella shushed Jesse.

“Right, right, sorry!” Jesse responded back in a whisper.

Jesse didn’t know why he was so excited to be going out, maybe it’s because the sense of adventure--no matter how small--always felt thrilling, maybe his body yearned to move around without restrictions, who knows! Who cares! He’s going out!

He ran to the stairs with Olivia following behind, “I’ll meet you guys!”

Aiden was about to leave the kitchen when he was stopped by Stella, who pulled him back by the sleeve of his shirt. He turned around and faced her, Rose, and Gill.

“What are you thinking?” Stella asked, staggered by what she had witnessed.

“Yeah, you sure bout this?” Gill tilted his head.

“Yeah--Don’t worry, it’ll be alright. Just wanted to do something nice.” Aiden attempted to move past their concerns.

“That’s great and all, but be realistic.” Cassie said, pushing her glasses aside to rub her eyes.

“Exactly, what if a member from The Awakening sees us? Or our Jesse?” Stella said.

“That’s why they’re gonna wear disguises,” Aiden said, walking to the stairs, “and it’s early. Even if we did run into someone, there’d be six of us and one of them. Let’s get ready.”

The three went upstairs to get dressed, select a weapon for the road, and--no matter how unhappy they were with Aiden’s decision--helped Jesse and Olivia with hiding their identities.

Stella had an array of coats and jackets for a variety of occasions in her closet. For Olivia, she had selected an oversized, olive green jacket to hide the shape of her body. For her face, Cassie lent Olivia a dark gray hoodie to wear underneath the jacket. Olivia had to put her hair into a ponytail to allow the hood to cover her head completely.

For Jesse, they mostly needed to hide his top--specifically his red suspenders--and his hair. Aiden had fished out a black leather jacket with a silver zipper chain that popped out, and had managed to convince Rose to lend one of her beanies to them. Jesse took the time to carefully tuck the curls of his hair under the beanie to the best of his ability, though there were always a few strands that’d stick out no matter what he did.

He knew the beanie looked ridiculous on him, but the jacket made up for it. He thought he looked great in it. Jesse would occasionally imagine himself in a leather jacket, thinking he’d look good, and always seeing Lukas in his jacket made Jesse consider getting one of his own.

Lukas.

‘I wonder how he and the others are doing. We’ve been gone for over a day now, I wonder if they’ve noticed.’ Jesse thought to himself, staring at the floor.

“Hey, you ready?” Aiden asked, grabbing Jesse’s attention.

“Uh-huh!” Jesse nodded. He followed Aiden out the room and back downstairs where the others had gathered.

After everyone had quickly shared what they were taking along, Stella bringing her bow, Cassie had her axes, Gill was equipped with a sword and a few torches in case it got dark out, and Aiden was bringing a sword of his own, along with the journal so he wouldn’t forget the items.

Aiden opened the door and tilted his head outside, “Alright, let’s go.”

The walk through Obsidian Town was similar to Jesse and Olivia’s first experience, head down no matter what and moving at a fast pace. However, no one held Jesse’s hands together tightly or forced his head to stare at the floor, he felt more freedom than he did yesterday. And despite this being the time when everyone was asleep, Aiden, Gill, and the others stayed alert for any citizens who could be roaming around.

Aiden told the two of them when they’re far enough from the watchtowers of the town, Olivia and Jesse could look up and roam around. To get to Petra’s place, they’d have to walk through a forest which was located past the town, far right. Gill said the walk wouldn’t be too long.

Jesse watched the ground below him transition from the concrete road, to the creaking, wooden bridge, then finally, to the dirt path. Jesse felt someone grab onto his shoulders without warning and steer him into the right direction; he nearly tripped over the uneven path.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of walking, Aiden said “Coast is clear.”

Jesse lifted the beanie--which kept sliding down his face throughout the walk--and looked around. They were in the same field from yesterday, but this was his first time seeing it under the blue sky. The green of the tall blades of grass were far more brilliant compared to the evening’s, and the array of bold colored flowers could be spotted through the grass, miles and miles away.

Jesse turned to face Obsidian Town as they continued walking farther and farther from the main road, it appeared all the more dreary compared to its surroundings. It’s dark, obsidian border acted as a shield for the town and the people against the colorful, outside world. Who would want to stay cooped up in a town when the outside world is like this?

Olivia took her hood off--her hair flying about thanks to the static--and saw what laid ahead of them: A thick, vibrant forest with a hill behind it. She peered through the trees, the forest was devoid of sunlight. Compared to the rest of their environment, it appeared to have consumed and trapped darkness itself.

Most of the group was quiet, still drowsy from being awoken early.

“So,” Olivia said to no one specifically, “Petra doesn’t live in Obsidian Town but… By it?” She tilted her head.

“Yeah, not a people’s person.” Cassie replied, kicking around a small stone as she walked.

“Petra has a variety of items one would consider… Illegal. Items which she gets in… Illegal ways.” Stella added on, her nose scrunched. “Not that I mind! She’s not hurting anyone, but I’ve never been fond of her place. It’s so messy.”

Gill commented as well, “If she lived in town and kept doin’ her trades, she’d prolly get her stuff taken away. Or arrested. I think.”

“Oh!” Gill turned his head to Jesse and Olivia, “Do y’have a Petra where you’re from?”

The two of them lit up.

Olivia nodded, “Mm-hm, great friend of ours, actually!”

“Boy, do we have some stories.” Jesse chuckled.

Gill nodded, eager to hear. Cassie seemed interested as well, taking a few steps closer to listen in. Jesse was doing most of the talking, talking about the wither storm, the sickness Petra got, portal hopping, how amazing and loyal she was… Jesse could recall these times as if they happened yesterday, everything was extremely vivid. He could remember the emotions, the intensity, the pain of all those events, all the while Gill listened on in awe, his eyes sparkled as he imagined the events Jesse shared in great detail.

Olivia’s focus wandered elsewhere when she started thinking of Petra. She missed her. She missed her friends. It was unsettling only her and Jesse in this universe, she was so used to traveling in big groups. Yes, her and Jesse weren’t alone, there was Aiden, Cassie Rose, Gill, Maya, Stella… But she couldn’t find herself trusting them. They’re technically strangers. Not to mention the countless times she or Jesse would trust someone, only to be betrayed and find out everything they’ve learned was a lie. Olivia didn’t think Aiden and his friends were awful people, but she wasn’t ready to trust them completely. Not yet.

“Oh!” Jesse spoke up, pulling the beanie back, “Thanks again for letting me use you beanie, Ros--”

“Cassie.” Cassie Rose corrected him.

She shoved her hands into her hoodie’s pockets, “And, uh, no problem.” Despite being exhausted, she managed to give him a small grin.

Once the group reached the forest everyone spreaded out to give each other space as they walked along the wide trench, which was rather damp thanks to the trees shielding it from the sun. The trees--ranging from dark oak, birch, and spruce--had rather thick leaves, only allowing a few rays of the Sun to push its way through and barely illuminating their way. Aiden’s group didn’t worry too much about the barely lit trench, their destination was a straight walk through. The group would jump over any large, torn branches, rocks, or cracks in their way and step onto dead leaves too soaked to be crunched, and twigs too moist to be snapped by their weight.

The forest was a natural, chaotic mess. Trees would clash and twist into each other, vines would hang and create vague, human-like silhouettes, the grass was much longer and untamed compared to the field, the chirping of birds and bugs would blare from all around, and bits of the sky could be seen through the thick, tangled branches.

“Moon’s up early.” Aiden observed, looking up to catch a snippet of the pale, waning gibbous from a small clearing through the branches.

Olivia was grateful for Stella’s jacket, though it was on the thinner side, it protected her from the cold captured in the forest. She’d be cautious around the cracks in the ground, none were as deep or as intimidating as the ravines she saw before, but she didn’t want to tempt fate.

‘I can’t believe we’re out here.’ Olivia thought to herself, ‘What was Aiden thinking?’

Like Jesse, she too wanted to explore the outside world, but with another Jesse out there and a cult, what made him believe taking the two of them along to be a good idea? Her eyes would dart around, mistaking the silhouettes of fallen trees as people or a terrifying monster from the depths of her mind.

While Olivia stayed close to Aiden, Stella, Gill, and Cassie, Jesse was hopping about and picking up whatever rock, stick, or wild berry that caught his attention. He’d observe them in wonder before running to the next eye catching object.

“Are forests not a thing in your universe?” Cassie asked aloud while Jesse continued running about.

“No--I mean--Yes! This whole ‘alternate universe’ thing is finally kicking in!” Jesse said, picking up a stick by a large, dark oak tree and waving it about. The group slowed their walking to not leave Jesse too far behind.

“Look at this! It’s a different universe tree!” Jesse exclaimed, pointing at the old oak with the stick.

“Jesse, it’s still a tree.” Olivia said.

“A tree from another universe.” Jesse smiled playfully, he tossed the stick aside and reached for one of the many smooth stones on the ground, “Do you think I could take one of these back--”

His question was interrupted by a low rumble. The world began shaking. Jesse’s first instinct was to latch onto the tree with all his might. Olivia and Cassie went to nearby trees to grab on to, Aiden stood his ground while Stella held onto Gill’s arm.

‘Another quake?!’ Olivia gripped the thin, birch trunk tightly. The shaking wasn’t nearly as violent as it was last night, but her mind created visions of the cracks on the road opening up and consuming them all.

She squeezed her eyes shut, praying they’d be okay when suddenly… The shaking stopped.

Everyone stood still for a moment, making sure it was truly over.

“Early ‘n quick.” Gill commented. Stella nodded and let go of him.

He, Cassie, Stella, and Aiden continued their walk, talking amongst themselves like nothing had happened. Olivia and Jesse, on the other hand, held onto their trees for seconds longer, exchanging equally freaked out expressions before catching up with the group.

“... I’m telling you, gibbous’ are superior.” Stella was saying, “They may not look the best, but compared to the other phases…”

“Uhm, excuse me?” Olivia peeped, her eyes wide. The group kept talking.

“Dunno why you keep defendin’ that phase,” said Gill, “Quarter’s where it’s at.”

“Yes, but--”

“Excuse me!” Olivia raised her voice. Everyone turned to her as they kept walking.

Her face reddened and she glanced elsewhere, “Sorry--This may sound ridiculous but… Are tremors common here?”

“What?” Stella’s mouth hung open, “Are those not normal for you two?”

Jesse shook his head, “I don’t remember the last time we had an earthquake.”

Cassie rolled her head back, “Ugh, lucky. I’d kill to have a month without a stupid quake.”

“They happen weekly,” Gill said, “Like two or three times a week. They’re usually not too bad, just part of life.”

“Olivia,” Stella spun around to face her, walking backwards, “you remember back at the library with Logan? Him warning us about the full moon?”

“Yes?” Olivia thought back to what happened yesterday, how an intense shake came out of nowhere and--despite Olivia nearly falling--the girls had shrugged it off as if it were nothing.

“Well, quakes are the absolute worst during the Full Moons and New Moons. They’re longer, more violent… Overall unpleasant.” Stella rolled her eyes, annoyed.

Cassie cleared her throat and added onto Stella’s statement, “I think you mean ‘the scary open eye’.”

Stella threw her head back dramatically with the back of her hand on her forehead, “Oh, how uncultured of me! Of course! I can’t disrespect the ‘opened eye’, or the terrifying, ominous ‘closed eye’!”

The two girls laughed.

“HEY.” Gill shouted with a serious tone wearing an equally serious expression, both the girls--even Aiden--turned to him, surprised by his reaction.

“This stuff’s serious…” A grin crept across his face, “The spooky blind man might getcha.”

“You had me for a second.” Cassie let out a sigh before chuckling at Gill’s words. Aiden shook his head and smiled.

Olivia turned to Jesse, relieved to see him as confused as she was. He stared at the three laughing, trying to figure out what to ask and how to word it.

“I’m sorry… Eyes?” Jesse questioned.

Stella’s laughter dwindled and looked back at Jesse, “Oh, right! You… It’s safe to assume you don’t have a cult where you’re from, right?”

Olivia and Jesse shook their heads.

“Well, there’s quite the history behind calling the phases of the moon ‘Eyes’, but I’ll do my best to simplify it. You see, The Hero’s Awakening has been around for many, MANY years, so they’ve made quite an impact on our world. One of these is with the moon.” Stella gazed up to the sky.

“The Awakening worships The Hero, someone who is supposedly capable of committing terrible acts and has no eyes. When the moon is full, it’s referred to as the ‘Opened Eye’, since it… Well, looks similar to The Hero’s eyes. ‘Opened Eye’ means that he is watching us all, and the horrendous quake is his attempt to destroy and wipe us out. A ‘Closed Eye’ is, well, The Hero’s eyes are closed. His wrath is raw and the quake will be even more ferocious.”

Jesse nodded along, absolutely fascinated yet frightened by what he was hearing.

“A few questions: Is The Hero real and do we need to worry about him?”

If this man was real, then he’d be added to the already long list of “Things to be afraid of in this different universe”.

“His true name is ‘Herobrine’,” Stella started, “but he’s called The Hero to fit into The Awakening’s stupid narritive. There are many reasons to doubt his existence. Honestly, the cult itself is a much bigger threat than their imaginary friend.”

Olivia began thinking back to her book and it’s missing pages. She wondered how The Hero had been around, and if he happened to have any influence on the events she had read. While she pondered a variety of theories, Jesse didn’t want to leave the conversation one sided, he wanted to contribute somehow.

“In our universe, we had someone sorta similar to The Hero. He called himself the Admin…”

Cassie Rose watched Jesse share his story for a couple of minutes before catching up with Aiden. She stared at the path ahead of her and could see the wide, manmade entrance of the hill surrounded by jumbled vines, and a lit torch placed beside the ‘doorway’ which illuminated a fraction of the cave-like interior. The exposed stone stood out from most of the hill’s grassy exterior.

“I can’t believe we have two Jesse’s now.” She muttered.

Aiden glanced at her, “We’ll get them home as fast as we can, don’--Shoot!”

“Hey Jesse!” Aiden said. Jesse’s tale came to a halt and he, Olivia, and Stella brought their attention to Aiden.

“I just remembered, we’re gonna have to call you something else. You know, prevent any confusion. How does…” Aiden thought for a moment, “Does ‘Jess’ sound good?”

Jess smiled, “Works for me!”

Their walking started to slow and came to a complete stop when they reached the front of the hill. Besides the torch, Olivia saw no signs of anyone inhabiting the cave she stared into. She looked up and spotted another small entrance on the side of the hill, and-- like the cave in front of them--its shape seemed too… Geometric to have happened naturally.

Aiden’s hand went through the entrance and knocked a few times against the stone wall. The noise started loud, bouncing around the walls before dwindling and fading back to silence.

“Who is it?” A tired but familiar voice asked, also echoing.

He stuck his head in and raised his voice, “Aiden. With friends.”

“Alright. You know where I am.” She replied.

Aiden tilted his head towards the cave, motioning for everyone to follow. Jess was behind Aiden and Gill was behind Jess; Jess wasn’t able to see how far Olivia was from him.

Upon stepping foot into the cave, one thought immediately came to Jess’ head, ‘Man, it is dark in here.’

The only light source, besides what little sunlight managed to make its way in, was a single torch placed on the far opposite end of the entrance, barely providing any help. Jess stuck his hands out, hoping he’d be able to feel around and not run into anything. He could barely make out who or what was in front of him.

He could hear people’s breathing, their steps, the water dripping from the ceiling of the cave, being quiet here was impossible.

Another feature of this cave was how cold it was, even with the leather jacket on he felt chills running throughout his body. He felt his hands make contact with the surprisingly smooth, freezing stone walls, which were closing in on them more as they continued walking--to the point where Jess could hardly extend his arms out anymore--forcing the group to follow a riggidy, zig-zag path. His fingers would occasionally collide with the thin streams of water trickling down, making him shudder.

Olivia was pressed between Stella and Cassie, she had zipped up her jacket to preserve as much warmth as possible. Olivia could feel the discomfort in Cassie’s murmurs about how she wished they had taken the other entrance. Olivia wondered if this ‘other entrance’ had a more spacious walking path than the one they were taking, she wasn’t thrilled about the limited space and borderline blindness this place provided.

Despite the tight squeeze, everyone was moving at a decent pace. As they strayed further and further from the opening, both Jess and Olivia were getting worried Aiden had no idea where he was going, and they’d all get lost or have to turn back

Jess tried his best to peek over Aiden, to see what sort of progress was being made, and his eyes instantly landed on thin rays of golden light coming from the right side of the cave’s wall. He concentrated, staring harder to see what could be the source of said-light, and was soon able to make out an old, mossy, dark brown door with vines hanging in front of it. Had it not been for the light, the door could have been easily missed.

Jess could no longer hear Aiden’s footsteps, he took it as a sign to stop walking. Shortly after Jess stood still, everyone else stopped as well.

Jess heard a clicking sound echo, followed by an ear piercing creak. Suddenly, the golden light flooded in and lit up the entire cave, Jesse squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. He’d have to enter the room the door led to soon, he couldn’t keep his eyes closed forever. He cracked one open, adjusting to the brightness, then opened the other. The light honestly wasn’t as intense as he thought it was. The light was a deep, welcoming golden-yellow with flecks glistening in the air.

Aiden pushed aside the vines and squeezed through the door. Everyone followed in, one after another.

Olivia’s eyes widened when she walked into the ‘room’, which was a portion of the hill hollowed out and decorated with all sorts of items. Lanterns hung from the high ceiling by thick ropes, giving the area a golden hue. There were no flames in them, however, but dust. Glowstone dust.

The walls had blocky ledges which held up chests, crafting tables, anvils, and somewhere, a jukebox playing a tune of low chimes with a consistent beat.

Standing tall on the opposite side of the group was a deactivated Nether portal, which sat upon a mossy stone base. On the left side of the portal were cracked nether bricks, and on the right, blocks of diamonds that had seen better days. Both of these were constructed in a shape nearly identical to the Nether Portal. Resting by these structures was a skull too large to be human’s, it had a white coat of paint with little bits chipped off.

Chests were lined up against walls, others could be seen beside staircases, others were on staircases, some were on top of other chests, there was no rhyme nor reason to their placements.

Olivia noticed there were several different--probably equally messy--rooms the area branched off into, each with their own staircases. There were a few rooms built high up into the walls, which were connected to the main stone floor with long, uneven stairs held up by sloppily constructed poles of wood. It was a miracle they hadn’t collapsed yet.

It was amazing how such a spacious place could feel so cluttered.

“Some place…” Jess whispered to Olivia.

“You’re telling me.”

“Could you imagine if Axel was here?” Jess chuckled, “He’d love this.”

“Oh, I ran into Axel at the library!” Olivia remembered.

Jess’ eyes brightened, “Seriously?!”

“Comin’.” Petra’s voice came from one of the higher rooms. She hopped out of the gaping hole and ran down a couple of steps from the dangerous staircase before leaping off the side nonchalantly.

Petra held onto a sleek, diamond pickaxe with one hand while brushing herself off with the other. She pulled her black and gray striped bandana back into place with her other arm, which had a bandage wrapped tightly around it. Another bandaged was seen on her left leg below her torn, dark gray shorts as she headed towards the group. Her boots were worn down, gray, and had two straps securing their place.

“Hey guys,” Petra glanced up, “Hey Rose. What do you ne-- Woah.” Her eyes locked onto Olivia and widened.

She pointed at Olivia with her pickaxe, “Aren’t you… Supposed to be dead?”

“She was--she is! It’s…” Aiden paused, “We need your help.”

Aiden, with the help of Cassie Rose, Stella, and Gill, and with the confirmations from Jess and Olivia, caught Petra up on what had happened. Petra listened carefully, resting her arm on the head of her pickaxe as she nodded along.

“So lemme get this straight…” She started, straightening herself up and adjusting her black vest with dark yellow lining at its end and collar. She wore a blue and light gray striped shirt underneath.

“Some crazy portal to another universe opens up,” She pointed at Jess and Olivia, “These two pop out… And your first conclusion is that I’m somehow responsible for it.”

“No, no, no! Not at all! We needed to see if you had any specific items.” Stella assured her. Petra still didn’t seem convinced.

“Petra, we’re not accusing you of taking part of this.” Aiden said, “Maybe you sold materials to someone who ended up activating the portal. I know you’ve had to deal with creeps before.”

Petra glared at Jess, “How do we know he’s telling the truth?”

Aiden pushed Jess in front of her, “Say whatever’s on your mind, Jess.”

Jess turned to Aiden then back to Petra. He cleared his throat.

“Hi, I’m Jesse--Jess--and, uh… It’s real great to meet an alternate Petra…” He wasn’t good at forcing a conversation out. He glanced around the cave to spark an idea of what to talk about.

“I am absolutely loving this place, the hanging bottles, the chests everywhere... “ Something inside of him clicked and got the ball rolling, “Do you like treasure hunting? Our Petra LOVES treasure hunting, everytime we’re adventuring she’s all excited for what we’ll find! Oh, like this one time, we entered a--”

“Stop.” Petra put her finger in front of his face, silencing him. “You’re too cheerful. I’ll believe you if… You tell me what Stella’s like in your universe.”

“Stella?” Jess glanced at the woman in question, who wore a puzzled expression as well. “Well, we aren’t too close… She ran Champion City, mostly acts real high and mighty, always wants to be in charge, that’s the most that comes to mind.”

“Oh, so nothing’s changed?” Petra said with a straight face.

Cassie failed at holding back her laughter as she hunched over with her hands covering her mouth. Aiden and Gill did a far better job at hiding their smirks from their friend. Petra grinned at Cassie Rose’s reaction.

“Excuse me!?” Stella’s face reddened. She whipped her head over to Cassie, “Do you really think I’m like that?!”

“No--no, it’s just--” Cassie kept covering her face, “Just the way she said it--I love you Stella, I swear, I swear I’m just--” She said through chuckles.

“Okay, jokes aside…” Aiden said, wanting to get back on topic, “Did you deal with anyone who looked even a little suspicious? We need to get these two home.”

Petra stared for a moment longer before glancing at Jess and Olivia. She sucked in air through her teeth and folded her arms, “There was… One guy who kinda weirded me out.”

“I’ve never seen him before, but he told me a friend had sent him. He was a big guy, looked harmless enough. He was rreeealll antsy about getting his hands on some redstone and gold.” Petra began making her way to one of the many chests lined up against the wall, her pickaxe over her shoulder.

Aiden cursed to himself as he took out the journal, flipping through the pages to find the crafting recipes. Those were a part of the materials they needed.

“Do you have any left?” Gill asked as Aiden continued searching.

Petra opened the chest and dug through it, “Nope. They took the whole stock. He sure was loaded…” She mumbled the last part to herself.

Cassie recalled the other items, she stood back up and pushed up her glasses, “What about iron or netherrack? Any of those?”

“Actually--Huh.” Petra pulled out a porkchop from the chest, “I didn’t know that was in there. Anyways...” She shoved it into her mouth. Stella repressed the urge to hurl.

“The guy did take a bunch of iron but I might have a few pieces left.” Petra closed the chest, moved over to the next one, dug around, and when she couldn’t find what she was looking for, moved on to the next. She’d grab nearby jars and used their light to help her search through the chests’ dark insides.

Stella placed her hands on her hips as she watched Petra search, “This place is so chaotic. I need to come over one day and help you reorganize everything, maybe label some chests, rearrange your rooms…”

“No. No way. This is organized chaos. I know where everything is--Found ‘em!” Petra pulled out a few bars of iron along with chunks of netherrack. She tossed them over to Gill, who quickly snatched them from the air and held onto them tightly.

“You better be smart with how you use that netherrack,” Petra said, “I might like the Nether, but it is Hell to deal with. I don’t wanna be jumping in and out of there cause you keep messin’ up your crafting.”

“What about the redstone or gold? How soon could you get those?” Aiden asked, looking up from the journal.

“Oh jeez…” Petra scratched her face and thought, “If I’m really lucky, then maybe a week? Stuff’s not easy to find.”

Aiden let out a sigh, “No--yeah, I understand. Thanks.” He closed the journal, “What do we owe you?”

“Nothin’. Friend discount.” Petra gave them a smile, “When I find the other materials, I’ll be sure to let you know.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The walk back to Obsidian Town was nice, the sky was still blue but the Sun was nearing the horizon. Jess was grateful to see natural light and feel warmth again, while Olivia was thankful she didn’t have to walk through the tight walls of the cave ever again.

Everyone was talking to one another about different topics. Olivia and Jess were excitedly discussing Petra and her home, Stella and Aiden were figuring out what to do about the missing materials, and Cassie and Gill were exchanging past experiences with Petra.

Of course, once they got near the town, Olivia and Jess hid their faces and looked down. More people were up and walking about, so Aiden and the others stayed close to hide the two the best they could.

Once they reached the house, Maya opened the door and gave them a tired ‘Welcome back’.

They all poured into the house, laying on the couches, stretching, or going into the kitchen in search for another breakfast.

“Radar still asleep?” Aiden asked, sitting on one of the stools by the bar.

Maya shook her head, “Took him back to his place. He’ll be okay.”

She was about to ask how everything went with Petra when she suddenly remembered something.

She huffed, “Shoot. Left his board back in my room.”

“Don’t worry.” Aiden scanned around the room, “Hey Jess!” He called.

“Yeah?” Jess was sprawled out on one of the couches.

“Radar left his clipboard in Maya’s room, think you could get it?” Aiden needed to catch Maya up on what had happened, and Jess was the first person his eyes landed on.

“You got it!” Jess stood up and stretched his legs before running to the stairs.

When he reached the second floor, he stopped to think. He didn’t remember which room was Maya’s… But he did remember her room was in the left hallway on the left side.

‘There’s three doors on the left side. Guess I’ll quickly look in each one and see if I spot it.’ Jess approached the first door and opened it. He popped his head into the room and scanned it. A green messy bed, a neatly done red bed, a really cluttered desk and…

‘Hey! Is that…?’ Jess slipped in and walked up to a relatively tidy bookshelf where Olivia’s hat laid.

He picked up the hat, ‘So that’s where you’ve been.’

Jess saw something reflecting the Sun’s light from the corner of his eye, he shifted his head down and saw a pair of thick, bulky, gray goggles which rested atop a brown, leather journal. He placed the hat down and carefully lifted up the goggles. They had a thin layer of dust on them and looked fragile.

The goggles sort of reminded him of Lukas’. Jess started getting curious about the journal and moved it closer, only to reveal a piece of paper underneath it.

Aiden came rushing upstairs and skidded to a halt when he saw Jess.

“I just remembered you have no idea where anything is,” Aiden chuckled, “Sorry about…” His smile faded as he stared at the back of Jess.

“Aiden?” Jess asked, “What is this?”

Jess turned around, and in his hands he held a picture of a brightly smiling Lukas with bold words below it reading “MISSING”.

#i hope you guys..... #will like it ;0; #more shall come i promise!! #lotta pages lotta words hgfhdgsf #fun to write!! #descriptions are hard tho hate em >:( bleh #minecraft story mode #mcsm #minecraft #mcsm aiden #mcsm stella #mcsm radar #mcsm maya #mcsm gill #mcsm jesse #mcsm olivia #mcsm petra #mcsm cassie rose #APWHNPMCSMWASAMCSM #AU fic

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Gabby.

Name: Gabby Mcstabberson Ethnicity: ( Eagle/peahen half-breed ) Probably East Indian & White; but what specific white culture is a ? to her given her orphan status. McStabberson isn’t a real surname, but code.  Country:  She was raised/dumped off in central Japan, but has been all over. She has no one country that she belongs to. She’s lived in Europe, Asia Major, and US all at different times. Residence:  Calisota, Duckburg and St.Canard. ( currently ) Average hours of sleep: 6-8, but if on watch or a mission, she sleeps in 2-3 hour shifts. Type of bed: Anywhere between a luxury hotel bed queen-king, to crashing in the wild/caves with just a bedroll. She’s slept in temple/church attics when on the road. She’s even slept in trees if it meant safe hiding. But if she’s in one of her safe houses, it’s a wide square free-form cushy double mattress no frame, ( futon style ) just loose cotton sheets & memory foam. Amount of blankets: If she’s indoors, she usually just needs a couple high count cotton/bamboo sheets, and cocoons herself with those plus a light throw. If it’s cold, she will bury herself under the usual sheets plus a luxe down blanket. If outdoors, it’s just an an insulated camping roll that can withstand the elements. Amount of pillows: Indoors? she will usually build a curved pile of 2-3, and plant down in the middle, or use the excess blanket as added padding. Outdoors, she usually has no pillow, but she was accustomed to sleeping with none when she was raised among her syndicate/temple. So, she CAN do without any headrest if on the road, but once she has cover or access to indoors, she’s using whatever padding she can.  Type of clothing: If outdoors or on the job? Her clothes remain on, obviously. She MAY take off her boots if the terrain isn’t too dangerous. Indoors, she really would rather sleep nude/panties. Sometimes it’s just a crop-tank and panties. She’ll walk around in a short robe or shorts if she’s out of bed, though. Sometimes a slip. But honestly she’s all about as little on her as possible when indoors/safe. Do they sleep with company?: Verse dependent. Otherwise, she does not sleep with anybody out of peace of mind and safety. If she’s indulging in sexual company, after they’re done, she’s out the door, sometimes sneaking out while her partner’s asleep. Yeaaaaah. Do they sleep with plushies?: Nope. Not even as a kid. :/ However, the monkey she had then would sleep near her. Though in Lola’s verse, ( @hoopsheartthrob​ ) if she crashes on the sofa from exhaustion, she has woken up with a blanket over her and one of Lola’s plushies wrapped in her arms somehow. Do they sleep better with company?: It doesn’t make a difference to her at all. Though in her ship verses, she is alarmed at how much harder it is for her to fall asleep and stay asleep without her lover there. If she’s in their bed together, she will nuzzle up and cocoon on THEM more than her usual blanket fort. Does it matter where they sleep?: Noooooo. XD If she can sit up in the crotch of a tree or lay down on a cave floor I think she’s okay. Though she sleeps lighter outside because of her light sleeping/vigilance. She obviously MUCH prefers nice bed and fine linens; after leaving that syndicate/temple lifestyle, she never looked back to the days of sleeping like a dog in a barn ever again. If on a mission, she does what she has to do to sleep wherever. She can usually count down and fall right to sleep instantly. Consider it her martial-monk training. Frequent dreams, nightmares?: She has either NO recalled dreams at all, or vividly surreal ones that may disturb or confuse her, but not scare her. What do they do if they cannot fall asleep?: She’ll try mediating first, but if her mind’s racing too much and it’s impossible to sleep, depending where she is, she’ll give into the alertness and either go out in the night to walk, look at the stars, or cityscape. Sometimes she looks up an old hook-up and attempts to wear herself out that way. But most of the time, the meditation works to calm her down. Deep slumber or naps?: She’s a light sleeper, so deep sleep is relative. If she can’t get 6-8 uninterrupted hours of slumber, after a long night mission with little to no sleep, she’ll make up for it after she’s “off the clock” by taking a few isolated naps at her safe house. She won’t ever do without rest!!! When do they wake up?: Depends entirely on her job du jour. But normally, she’s an early riser, not just out of habit, but she HAS to start her day with meditation and some kind of stretching/low impact work out. Then her breakfast, etc. In ship verses she’ll stay in bed a bit longer if it means she’s comfortably curled around them. When do they sleep?: She’ll stay up pretty late to the wee hours of the morning if she’s on a mission or fun night out, but normally she tries to be in bed by 11-midnight. Seeing is how she’s up like clockwork around 6:30-8am. What could wake them up?: She’s a light sleeper, so a lot, pfft. On the road, it just has to be subtle shuffling or murmur outside her campsite or hotel door, and when she’s outdoors, she does NOT sleep deep. A frog hopping into a puddle could wake her. If she’s in one of her safe houses or ship-verses, any noise from a drawer opening/closing or a deep mattress bob will do it, and when she wakes, she’s either ready to fight off whatever’s there, or annoyingly ask with bleary eyes what they’re doing ( if a friend/lover ). But then, she’ll slip back to sleep instantly with an exasperated sigh. So partners gotta leave the bedroom if they can’t sleep and do things like pace around the room or watch TV. JUST SAYIN’. She’s been conditioned since a child to always be ready to fight someone off if they sneak in on you while you sleep.

Gladstone.

Name: Gladstone Gander Ethnicity: ( Sebastopol goose-pecking duck half breed ) Culturally wise, whatever his fam is? Scottish-English-French?  Country:  USA Residence: Duckburg, Calisota--currently. Though canonly he’s lived in the countryside outside of Duckburg with his grandma and cousins after orphaned as a small child. He’s also lived in other glamorous or exciting cities at random stints given his gambling, stage career, and due to wherever Lady Luck has sent him. He always ends up back at Duckburg, though! Average hours of sleep: 8-10, sometimes 12 if he’s been out way too late and partied way too hard. Some of those hangovers are a bitch. He also surrenders to jet lag with no objection after long trips and just HIBERNATES. The man does love to lounge and sleep in finery. Type of bed: King, and of course, top of the line. He did try out waterbeds and other bizarre bed trends here and there just to see how comfortable ( or sexy ) it was. He is the first to go for gimmick style sleeping if it means a new way to experience comfort. Currently, he has a purple mattress-sleep number type deal he’s very proud of. 🙄 And his frame, of course, is imported and a high-end style. Amount of blankets: He does go full luxe, so the finest sheets plus at least 2-3 blankets; one thinner cashmere, one medium thick plain white down quilt, and finally, one thick, “royal” style comforter that usually is just rolled back off the foot of the bed if he’s got company. But usually it’s just the sheets and the down quilt covering him. Amount of pillows: 2 king sized ortho pillows side by side, so he can roll to whatever side and have the same level of comfort. He does have some random pillows at his sides also, as he shifts around in his sleep and ends up in different positions if he’s sleeping alone. Type of clothing: He sleeps totally nude, let’s be real here. He may saunter around his place in various luxe robes, or if he’s got family or friends over, he’ll wear pajamas around them out of courtesy, but once he’s in his bedroom and the door’s shut? 100% naked as a....jay...bird. Do they sleep with company?: Yesss...whether we’re in a ship verse or not, he’s pretty canonly...uh...popular. He gets around. He doesn’t think it’s gentlemanly to send a lady home right after they’ve done the deed, and his bed is huge and amazingly luxurious, so he’ll offer her “breakfast and coffee” as the quintessential code. Do they sleep with plushies?: Ha, no. “Not sexy, folks.” As a kid he had a couple, obviously. He’s woken up with a random plushie or action figure on his chest or head posed in hilarious ways whenever he falls asleep babysitting the kiddos, but other than that, nope. Do they sleep better with company?: Yes, actually. He does sleep alone more than you’d think, which when he does, he’s all over the place in his own bed. After all, he IS lonely under that bravado and vanity, so half his conquests may be some underlaying need to wake up with someone at his side. He doesn’t toss and turn at all if he’s got company---be it romantic or familial.  Does it matter where they sleep?: YES. Glad is a creature who loves his comforts. If it’s not just so, he’s a cranky bastard the next day. He’s extremely picky about where and how he sleeps if he’s on vacation with family and friends, infamously so. His bed at home is already tailor made to his specifics, and he knows which hotels fit his standards. Frequent dreams, nightmares?: He gets very vivid, happy, beautiful dreams. Of course he does. He also gets a lot of er...sexy dreams, too. But I digress. When he DOES have nightmares they are incredibly disturbing and horrific, showcasing family hells they’ve all endured or curses on the horizon, some are supernaturally caused nightmares. When he gets the rare nightmare, he ain’t falling back to sleep any time soon.  What do they do if they cannot fall asleep?: He’ll watch some late night TV like shopping networks and infomercials while sipping some liquor. Sometimes he’ll read through some biography books he has or magazines...Sometimes he’ll call an old girlfriend up and bug her, or try and get a booty call out of it. Or he’ll call a family member or friend that may be up or not, and fein false shame and be all: “Oooooh did I wake you?” and then go on to chat until he hears them fall asleep on the other line. Then, usually he can fall asleep again.  Deep slumber or naps?: Depends; he is a cat napper if it’s midday, he’s on a boat, an outdoor chaise, or hammock---and the sun’s warming his face and he has a cocktail or lemonade in hand. Because, hey, he can’t help it with THAT kind of set up. But, since he already gets an obscene amount of nightly sleep, cat naps are totally accidental and rare. When do they wake up?: Around 9 or 10am if it’s a normal schedule, but noon-2pm if he’s been out all night partying or on the gambling circuit. When do they sleep?: Whenever he feels like crashing. He doesn’t have a same-set time every night. Sometimes he turns in early around 10, sometimes he glances at the clock and it says 4am, and he’s just “WHOOPS. Bedtime.” What could wake them up?: He sleeps like a log once he IS out, so a lot of shoving or shaking ( or “adult contact” if you’re one of his ship verses ). But, ultimately, he has an alarm like anyone else. 

Negaduck.

Name: REDACTED. ( J/K: Drake Mallard, of course. Nega-versed but same name ) Ethnicity: ( Pecking duck ) “Euro-mutt.” Country:  USA ( Negaverse version ) Residence: St.Canard, Calisota ( Negaverse ) as well as St.Canard “Prime.” Average hours of sleep: 6-7. For an ornery bastard when he lays down, he conks out. Type of bed: Sometimes he falls asleep sitting up in his recliner watching TV, or if he’s too beat up and injured to lay down on a bed, and needs to keep his feet up. ( Like if his ribs are bruised too badly to lay flat. ) But when he sleeps in bed, depending on if he’s in one of his hideouts, hotels, or the Negaverse, it’s either a queen or king with loose, messy sheets and a couple mis-matched blankets and a 2 pillows that are not the same size or quality. If he’s in one of his fancy hotel spreads, obviously it’s super luxe accommodations as he smokes a cigar while wearing a haute bathrobe. Though, in his abandoned subway hideout, it’s just a twin-sized mattress on a prison-style cot with a fitted sheet and one blanket with a mushed-up small pillow. Honestly, he can fall asleep on concrete. Amount of blankets:  He can’t stand to be covered with more than a rumpled sheet unless it’s freezing, then he’ll also use one oversized thick comforter/quilt. Ship-verse wise, whatever her bed is like, he’s adjusted to THAT, and little else. But he will end up kicking the blankets off of himself some time during the night, regardless how many she uses. Amount of pillows: Honestly, it starts off with one, but he always ends up with his head flat on the mattress...In ship verses? Her chest. 🙄 Type of clothing: Boxers only, but if he’s with a lover, that’s nixed for nekkid sleepin’. Back in the Negaverse, he’ll fall asleep with his boxers and his robe on. Sometimes Gos crawls into bed if she had a nightmare, so he’s always dressed just in case. Do they sleep with company?: Sometimes....Ship verses, yes. Everywhere else, IF he’s worn out after a romp, he’ll stick around. But usually he vamooses after he’s sealed the deal, so she doesn’t get any bright ideas about them. If she’s sleeping over one of his hotel stays? Sometimes he’ll let her stay over...but he makes it pretty clear she better not stay past morning coffee. Cab faire is SOMETIMES provided. Otherwise? HE SLEEPS ALONE, DAMNIT!! Do they sleep with plushies?: Only if Gos left hers behind and got out of bed first. XD Do they sleep better with company?: It really doesn’t matter to him. Once he’s out, he sleeps like a rock. In ship verses he’s gotten used to his dame so he’ll begrudgingly admit to himself he’s gotta crash with her. That is, unless they’re fighting, then he’s staying the hell away from her. And probably sleep on the sofa. Does it matter where they sleep?: Nope! After being in prison where you sleep on terrible cots and have to watch your ass ( literally ) constantly, or being knocked out after a caper and waking up in filthy, uncomfortable places like warehouse floors or alleyways, he can pretty much fall asleep anywhere. Though, it IS nice to have his comfy chair or lady friend’s bed. Frequent dreams, nightmares?: Half the time he has NO dreams/nightmares, just black, blank sleep. The other chunk of time ( about a quarter of the time ) he has nightmares, which he takes to be “his normal” dreams. They involve a lot of his life in symbolism, disturbing metaphors, and warnings, and replays of past traumas that still haunt him. He denies openly that he has PTSD, even as it effects his dreamscape. When he has truly normal or pleasant dreams, he wakes up suspicious.  What do they do if they cannot fall asleep?: He takes a hot shower or bath, smokes a cigar while in the tub, maybe has a tumbler of whisky too. He’ll probably jack-off later if he’s still awake. Sometimes he’ll take a sleep aid or medication, because he will do whatever it takes to knock himself out without actually knocking himself out... Deep slumber or naps?: Deep, deep, deeeeeeep sleeps. Most of his naps tend to be “involuntary,” post fight. When he does nap it’s only because he’s had a LONG, hard job and he just CRASHES. If he crashes at home in the Negaverse on the sofa, Gos usually covers him with one of her princess blankets and puts a few of her plushies around him. When do they wake up?: Depending on the scene! On a job he pulls sleep shifts and wakes up as needed to his schedule. Normally, he’s up by 8 am, unless he’s been injured and accidentally finds himself in bed all day. Or, if a job made him crash in at sunrise, he’ll be up around noon. When do they sleep?: Whenever needed according to his work schedule. Sometimes he has to be asleep by as early as 7pm if he has to pull a big job by midnight, sometimes he IS in bed by midnight. If he’s on the run or a job is taking forever, he’s collapsing in bed around 4-5 am. He has the most chaotic sleep schedule EVER. What could wake them up?: Remember, he sleeps the sleep of the dead, so he needs ceremony. Soooo if you’re his squeeze du jour or a ship verse? Sex. Or, just violently shaking him awake, jumping ON him roughly, slapping him awake, having his alarm at high volume, or if you’re Gos, prying his eye open with her fingers and saying “DAD!...oh! Are you up?” while in his face...Also, brewing strong, good coffee down the hall will magically do it. Otherwise he has an internal clock that just wakes him up without an alarm. 

#HEADCANON || GABBY #HEADCANON || GLADSTONE #HEADCANON || NEGADUCK #DIRTY DEEDS #{ Only tagging it DD because these 3 have a few methods to fall asleep/get up that aren't sfw XDD } #{ SO long tis why it's under a cut YEESH. }

[sebsxphia]

i am once again thinking about personal trainer! jake and his hands fixing your form!!

Included in this is him whispering in your ear that he can help you arch your back properly in the locker room!!

-🗝

YEAAAAAH! HE’S SO BAD, BUT I’D FALL HOOK, LINE AND SINKER FOR THIS! 🤭

he’d have you on the middle of the gym floor and fixing your form, with his large hands, a little too close for the public eye, and he whispers in your ear, “just arch your back like this, like yesterday in the locker room, hm? there we go, so much better.” and you’re a blushing mess on the gym floor! 💌

#💌you’ve got mail #jake hangman seresin #🗝️ anon

[bixbythemartian]

I wanna know what happens when the cat witch goes back to the zoo

So do I! Other part here

It took a while to get my schedule sorted out. Taking on a bunch of new responsibilities will do that, I suppose. And I ended up taking a job at a cat clinic in my neighborhood because, even though I just work the front, I’m good at soothing the cats and getting them to comply (as much as cats ever do). I guess Olivia, the old cat witch, used to work there, and so they needed someone new.

No, she’s fine. I promise. I said that wrong. 

She’s fine, she’s old but she’s pretty spry. Cats have no sense of time, and Olivia wanted whoever came next to have an apprenticing period. Cat witches tend to live longer than most standard people, she’s counting on making her century apparently. I see Miss Betsy on the regular, she’s an ornery old cat, and more likely to pass away before her owner. 

Olivia and I made a deal, that whatever cat she has when she passes, I’ll take on, she’s even written a will about it. There’s some other stuff she wants me to have, so she gave it to me. Says I’m doing all her legwork, so I oughta have it. Heh.

Nice thing about working the clinic is I can take Pookie to work with me. The difficult part is that Pookie now believes that anytime I leave the house without her I’m committing a crime. So it was like half an hour before I’d reassured Pookie that no, really, they won’t let her into the zoo, sorry kitten.

Lions? They’re gossips. Each of them had to tell me what the others had been doing. 

The tigers were really prey driven, kept getting distracted by small moving animals, but they like the zoo well enough. The staff occasionally give them odd shaped things full of meat to play with, they love that. 

Cheetahs are serious, if a little anxious. They wanted to talk about my roles and responsibilities and how I was holding up and to check back in with them.

The fishing cats could smell the cat treats I had on me (I carry them out of habit) and were curious about them, but they all decided that the fresh meat they got was better. 

Pallas cats are absolute no less hilarious when you can talk to them, let me assure you. They are as salty as you’d expect. 

At some point a zoo worker noticed me talking to the cats and that they seemed to listen to me, and approached me.

“Um, do you know, uhm, Olivia?” he asked, all nerves.

“Olivia Walker?”

“You do. You- are you like her?”

“Yeaaaaah, in some ways,” I said.

He sighed in relief. “The male lion, Huey, is back in medical and he’s being... obstructionist. You think you could talk to him?”

“How many regulations would we break?”

“Oh, I don’t know off hand,” he said. “But will you?”

“Sure, why not.”

He led me to a secret zoo tunnel to a place behind the Lion’s Pride, where there was a pacing male lion who looked definitely ill. “Tell me what you need to do, and what you need him to do.”

I got a quick overview from the vet, who looked alarmed but complied.

I crouched on the straw strewn floor next to the cage, and got a dirty look for my troubles. “How bad is your tooth hurting?”

“The cat witch,” he said. “You found your calling.”

“Yep. You remember?”

“You did not know us.”

“I do now. And I’m worried about your tooth.”

“It is agony,” he said, and roared. 

“It’s making you real sick.” Broken and infected. They didn’t want to shoot him with a dart gun unless they had to, it was too imprecise.

“I am dying.”

I sighed. “I know it’s hard when you’re in pain, but these are good people, and they want to help. They’re going to take the tooth out and give you medicine to help you feel better, so you can get back to doin lion things.”

He snorted. “I want turkey.”

“I’ll see what they can do.”

“Very well.” He settled, laid down.

The vet moved in, and I stepped back, and glanced at the guy who’d snagged me in the first place. “He wants turkey.”

He laughed. “No problem.”

I gave him my phone number in case this comes up again, and I’ve got free season passes for the zoo, now. He also wants me to email him if the cats tell me something I think zoo staff should know. 

Huey did fine for his little dental operation and is expected to make a full recovery in no time.

I got some turkey for Pookie too, and told her about the lion. She wants it to be known that she thinks he’s a big baby. 

(I did not remind her about that time she stepped on a bee and was convinced her leg was going to fall off.)

#celebration ficlets #cats galore #wildforestferret

[kinetic-elaboration]

July 14: Murphy/Raven, South Pt. 3

Trying to break the writer’s block with this old thing yeaaaaah.

Murven, Modern AU, ~1000 words; previous parts on the tag “murven road trip”

Tagging people who showed interested in parts one and/or two: @bindymay, @easilydistractedbyfanfic @idontwantto10 @jeonyerim28 @cicichip @scargriffin @monstermayi122 @bellarkehastakenovermylife,  @jarleene, @tilltheendoftheline1942, @dumblingssilly, @baneblack, @corbone-besson, @monstermayi122, @queenofredsee

And also: @ciewill @dealingdreams @shadowheron2013 @julyrubyrose @wonderland-promises @hanav @thelittlefanpire @rycewritestrash @musicnote902 @stonybnatural @earthgay2052

I know it’s been forever (3 months, technically) since I wrote part two, because I’m like that, but in answer to questions asked by easilydistractedbyfanfic on  part two, I’m basically just making this up as I go along haha. I have a decent idea why they’re on the road trip, and the status of their respective feelings as of now. That’s basically it, though.

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Raven takes the first shower. As soon as she closes the door, she realizes how cramped and dark the bathroom is: the overhead light is dim, two of the three vanity bulbs burned out, and the tortured whir of the fan will leave the room humid and thick with steam by the time her shower is through. She balances her toiletries bag on the edge of the sink and dumps her sleep clothes on the closed toilet lid, which is topped with a fluffy mint green cover that matches the floor mat and the marble of the sink.

Slowly, she peels off her clothes, which stick to the dried sweat of her skin, and throws them in the corner, next to a dark mahogany wardrobe that has been unfairly squashed into the corner of the space. Inside are towels and spare sheets, all in shades of pink and purple and green, all smelling vaguely of lilac and sandalwood.

The shower head sputters at first when she turns it on, a sound that makes her think of sprinklers and high summer, the flick-flick of water arcing out across grass, then settles into a steady, high-pressure spray. She tests the temperature with the palm of her hand. Adjusts it until it is warm, with an underbite of cool, refreshing, chill, then slides aside the pink floral shower curtain and gingerly steps in.

Closes her eyes and tilts her head back, her face into the spray.

Inside the shower, she can hear nothing but the water falling down around her feet, and the slight background noise of the fan. She can see, when she opens her eyes at last to look for the soap, dim shapes in the inadequate light, heavy shadows, lacking familiarity. Nothing seems entirely real, and yet more real and more true than whatever lies beyond the door, or at the other end of the road. She stays under the spray for a long time, soaping herself clean, washing her hair, scrubbing the dried salt from her body, paying attention to the spaces behind her ears, the soles of her feet.

When she emerges at last, in her tank top and shorts and bare feet, still drying off her hair with a towel, and a cloud of steam, not quite dissipated, following her out into the hall, she finds Murphy sitting at the desk beneath the window of their room, poring over the map.

"Hey," she says, dropping her clothes in a grimy pile next to her bag. "Are we making good time?"

She means this as a joke, because she wouldn't mind if they spent the rest of their lives just driving between motels and diners, never reaching home, and he knows it. But he just looks over his shoulder briefly and asks, "Did you leave any hot water for me?" Joking or really pissed, she's not sure.

"Plenty. Don't worry about it." She perches on the edge of the bed, wringing out the drops of water from the ends of her hair, watching Murphy like she thinks he's going to say something else. He seems on the verge of it, looking down at the map but his body half-turned toward her.

But he doesn't, just gets up and grabs his stuff and disappears into the hall.

Raven hears the shower running, listens to the faint echo of it—the water traveling through the pipes, the splash and spray—for a long time. She finishes drying her hair, leaves the towel draped over the back of the desk chair. Outside the window, through the space between the curtains that she flicks open with her fingers, she can see the backyard, dark, the darker outlines of trees and bushes picking out the perimeter, the quiet of the neighborhood asleep.

She's planning to ask Murphy if he's really okay, but he beats her to the punch.

"Which side of the bed is yours?"

She turns around, leans back against the windowsill, pressing her weight down on the heels of her palms. He's wearing boxers and a t-shirt—she supposes that it must be too hot, up on the top floor, no central air, to pretend modesty anymore. Between his shoulder blades, a darker spot against the lighter gray, like he got dressed too fast, his skin still shower-damp beneath his clothes.

He's staring at the bed, but when she doesn't answer right away, he flicks his gaze up and meets her eye. "Because I'm telling you right now, Reyes, I'm not sleeping on the floor."

An uncertain strain beneath the words, like the cold water beneath the hot, makes her think he's mostly trying to convince himself. Which is dumb. She's not making him camp out on the ground.

"Ah—doesn't matter." She shakes her head, like trying to clear away creeping, unnecessary thoughts. Straightens up again, walks closer. She hits the right side of the bed first, which is fine, and says, "I can sleep here."

"All right."

He flicks on the bedside lamp on the left side, his side, and then walks back to close the bedroom door and turn off the overhead light. Raven sits down, slowly, so close to the edge of the bed that she feels like she might slip off. It creaks beneath her weight. The concentration of light spilling out from the bedside table, illuminating the far half of the bed, and faintly her side, and leaving the rest of the room in almost total darkness, not even the shine of a streetlamp through the crack in the curtains or a hall light under the door, leaves her feeling unbalanced again, like only that which the light touches is reliable and steady, and everything else is no different than the inscrutable space behind her eyelids when she closes them and prepares for sleep. The bed creaks again: Murphy sitting down, avoiding the middle of the space.

"It's weird," he says, looking down at his hands. "I'm tired, and not tired at all."

This is not a tone of voice she's heard often from him, how he sounds completely serious, almost confessional, how the words have no sharpness to them, no defense.

And she doesn't know what to say, so she tries to smile. "You're a real philosopher-poet." And turns down the blankets, and slides beneath them.

Because he's sitting in the center of the one remaining light, she sees how he rolls his eyes, before he pulls his feet up and lies down on top of the comforter. "Jot these pearls of wisdom down while you have the chance," he answers, and reaches up, and turns off the light.

#the 100 #murven #john murphy #raven reyes #murven fanfiction #murven roadtrip #mine #my writing #the year 2019 #2019: free write #murphy x raven #murven road trip

[theswiftarmy]

#13 – The Porter Pyramid Sonic Sound Trip

“Do you guys feel anything?”  Ariana asked.

“No.  I don’t think so.” The Biebs sat on the edge of the goliath beanbag chair mesmerized by the extra large one-hundred-inch displays showing the waveform of the pure Porter Pyramid egg sound.

Scott shook his head.  “You shouldn’t feel anything yet.  The first time takes a little while; at least it did for Taylor and I.  Boy, that was a long time ago—My how time flies.  The first time we tried egg we didn’t feel anything, it wasn’t until the second time we did Porter Pyramid that it really kicked in—But wow, THAT Porter Pyramid sonic sound trip was out of this world.”

“I think I feel something, Scotty boy.”  Ariana responded. “Yeah, I definitely feel something.”  She breathed in filling her lungs to capacity inhaling deeper and deeper and exhaled, full Ujjayi breath.  “Everything Zen.” She said in a slow, almost monotone voice.  Her eyes opened wide.

“Whoa, she’s right, I definitely feel it too.  It’s like… I just want to shout out to the world ‘YOU ARE AWESOME’ for no reason.  Like, I can feel, joy, right here in my chest.”  He pointed to the middle of his chest and made a little heart symbol with his fingers.

“Yeaaaaaaah, Justin is right.  It’s just a funny feeling inside, spreading all over, like, I love it—Oh my god, I LOVE it soooooooo much.  I don’t even know what IT is, but I just want more.  MORE!”

“Faaaaar out.”  Scotty B added, finally feeling the egg hatching inside him, “This is kicking in so much faster than I’ve ever experienced any of the times before—Oak, you’ve got one heck of a sound system there buddy! OH man… OH man!“

Oak smiled.  “It’s a peculiar sort of sensation, yes.  I don’t think I yet have words to describe it.”

“Fizzy Lifting drinks maaaaaan, just let the floating happen.”  Scott began leaning to one side letting himself fall into the comfortable couch, he shifted onto his back, “Just don’t let the fan get ya!”  He pointed up at the ceiling.

They all looked up at the spinning ceiling fan.

“Whoa.  What if we get sucked into that fan—” Ariana asked.  “We become a fan of the fan?  Does that even make sense?  Whoaaa…”

They all stared at the spinning ceiling fan.  Watching its blades rotate above them.

“That would suck.”  Oak said.  Then smiled.  “Get it?  Because we would get sucked into the fan…”

Scooter began to laugh.

“What are you laughing at?”  Scott said, kicking Scooter with his foot.  Then he too began to laugh.

Eventually the whole group joined the laughter.  A small giggle here, a chuckle there then Justin fell to the floor bursting out loud in a full roll back and forth on the floor.  He curled to one side.  “GUYS STOP!  My side hurts!  I got a cramp from laughing so hard, guys, I can’t breathe!”  Everyone pointed at Justin on the floor and laughed even harder.

“I can’t… I can’t!  I’m laughing so hard I’m crying now!  Oh my gosh you guys…” Ariana pulled her feet up into Sukhasana, the seated yoga pose, legs crossed in front of her, hands on her knees with her index fingers touching her thumbs, she was careful not to knock her phone as it sat beside her secretly recording the egg sound.  “I need to Zen out… Oooohhhhhmmmm…” She suddenly sang out in full yogi style.

Everyone locked on her voice.  They stopped laughing immediately.  “Whoaaaaaaaaaa.  That was the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.” Justin said.

“I still hear it echoing, a reverb chamber brain—Like it’s bouncing off the walls inside of my mind, a cathedral of pristine sonic singularity.”  Oak said poking at it with all his knowledge trying to pin down the exact nature of this egg sound.

Ariana Grande sat up taller,  “My mind is on FIRE!  My desire, I’m feeling a Pranayama breath of fire singing out in full choir.  My inner Mockingjay is here to stay!”  Ariana proclaimed.

Justin let his entire body relax into the floor savasana yoga pose, hypnotized by the sound, the Ohhhmmm reverberating through his entire body.  It was like amplifying the end of a Vinyasa yoga practice by a thousand, no, a million times—no, infinity.  “Ariana, you rhymed fire with fire in that sentence… But it still sounded absolutely freakin’ amazing.”

“OAK! PLAY THE SONG!!!!  I NEED TO HEAR THE SONG!!!”  Ariana commanded.

The rest of them joined in, “YEAAAAAH!!!!!  OAK!  PLAY IT!!!!  WE NEED TO HEAR MUSIC, NOW!  OH MY GOD, WE NEED MUSIC RIGHT NOW!!!”

Oak reached around to the custom keyboard and pushed play on the track they had just created.

Everyone’s eyes rolled back in their head, they closed their eyelids and let the sound travel from its source—the high fidelity speakers—and out into the intimately illuminated studio space, it poured from the woofers and tweeters then raced across the room.  The sound waves flowed through the air molecules, moving each tiny molecule in a domino effect—One molecule bouncing into another, the waves undulated and warping the air in the room.  As the low bass frequencies and high highs hit their eardrums, it was like fireworks exploding in one’s mind.  A full rainbow spectrum of musical notes exploded inside their brains— Synesthesia times infinity across every cell of their entire body.

“Oh my god.  OH MY GOD.  TURN IT UP!!!!!  OAK, I NEED MORE!!!!!!” Ariana yelled out.  “OHHHHHHHHH WOOOOOOOOOOOW.”

“Uhhhhhhh yeah… oh damn.  That’s some good stuff.”  Justin rolled back and forth on the floor.

“FAR… OUT… MAN….  THIS IS SOOOOO GROOVY.” Scott held is own head between his hands to keep it from shooting off his body.  Obviously his head was firmly attached, it just felt as though it would pop off any minute.

Scooter sat at first unable to speak, then, he uttered out, “This is quality stuff.  This is the good stuff, bro.  Guys… This Bill porter guy is… he’s the… The Eggman!”

“Whoa.  Like, I am the walrus, I am the Eggman…Eggman?”  Justin asked.

Ariana began making motions as though she were swimming through water, “If Bill Porter is the Eggman, then who is the Walrus?”

“I am.” Justin replied.

“Nooooooooooo.  No you’re not Juuuuuustin!”  Ariana argued back.   “I AM!”

“Nooooooooooo.  Because you’re The Mockingjay!”  He said back, his eyes closed, feeling the pure joy of the Eggman sound.

“DAMN RIGHT I AM!”  Ariana yelled out, standing up on the beanbag chair holding her hand in the air and waving it like she did care then jumping up and landing back on the chair.

“I am he, as you are he, as you are me, and we are all together…” Scott recited the lyrics to I Am The Walrus by The Beatles in an even slow tone.

The room fell silent.

“I am he-ungry.”  Ariana said.  “Oak!  Call your friend Alessia back and tell her to bring those deviled eggs.  I want deviled eggs SO bad right now.”

“I just thought that same thing!”  Justin boomed, yelling up to the ceiling, his back on the floor—his words hit the fan and were chopped apart into bits and pieces.

“Maybe this sound makes our minds all connected.  I am he… As you are he… As you are me… And we are all together.”

They fell silent, pondering The Beatles lyrics.

“Oak?”

“Yes, Ariana.” He replied, his voice containing just a hint of Siri mixed with Alexa.

“Can we pretend like we’re in a yellow submarine?”

“I am happy to grant your wish.”  He replied in the same transfixed tone.

Oak pressed a button and the room lighting changed to a yellow hue with blue spotlights creating circles on the walls.  Projected fish swam in and out of the blue circles making it appear as though they were under water traveling in a yellow submarine.

“Yaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssss.”  Ariana began to dance to the beat. “This is FREAKIN’ awesome!!!  I want to live in a submarine for real.  Or maybe a chocolate factory.”

“Me too.  Like Charlie, how Wonka gives him the factory at the end of the movie!”  Justin said back up at her from the floor.  He shifted to make eye contact with her.

The lawyer chimed in, “I’d just like to point out that Charlie doesn’t actually own the factory, he’s a minor, so he can’t legally own the factory as he can’t legally sign a contract, minor’s brains aren’t developed enough to know what they are actually signing so, he would need an adult to sign the papers after they read them and decided that what he was signing was indeed in his best interest, but continue on with your day dream.“

“So who owns it then?”

“Well, logically his parents would sign, But Grandpa Joe technically sign could assuming he got legal guardianship of Charlie from Charlie’s parents.  What he really should do is create a trust and then—”

“Maaaaaan… You’re making my brain hurt.”  Scott interjected.

“Sorry, I just, I love this stuff.  I am a lawyer you know.”

“Oh, we know, brooooooooooo.” Scooter said pointing his finger at the lawyer and then winking one of his eyes at him over and over while holding out his finger and then making circles with the finger around the lawyer’s head.

“It’s like Taylor landed on a chocolate factory when she found this sound.”  Ariana looked down at her phone, remembering that it was still recording.  She felt a rush of excitement, the kind you feel when you find a great pair of new shoes that go absolutely perfect with an outfit you already had, or vice versa.  “She’s Charlie!”  I want to be Charlie, she thought.

“That kind of make sense… Because she’s with Joe and all.”  Bieber commented.

“Wait, but that would mean she’s dating her grandpa.”  Ariana replied.

“Ewwwww.”  Everyone uttered.

They burst out laughing.  After another minute they calmed down again into Zen.

“If Taylor is Charlie and Big Machine is her Chocolate Factory… Who’s Slugworth?”  Justin asked.

Scott pointed to the Carlyle Lawyer.

“Oohhhhhh… Yeah that kind of make sense too.”  Everyone nodded simultaneously in agreement.

“Whoaaaaa, you just said what I said at the same time what I was going to say what I said…”  Justin trailed off, not quite understanding what he was trying to say.

“What is your name anyway?”  Ariana asked.

“Carl.  Carl Lawyer.  Carl Lyle Lawyer.”  He spoke as though he were stating his name to take the witness stand.  “But I prefer The Carlyle Lawyer.”

“Woooooow.”  Ariana sat staring at her frilly pen. “It’s like, there in front of your face, but you don’t even know it—Like fine print in a contract that you can’t see because you’re too busy being distracted by the frilly pen you are signing it with.”

The lawyer nodded.  “That’s why I bring my own everywhere I go.”

“That’s smart.”  Ariana said softly to herself.

They sat there zonked out on the Wonka feeling, feeling the fizzy lifting twisting around inside them, they listened to the song playing, and became one with the music.

The meditative moment was broken by Justin’s phone ringing.

“What is that?”  Ariana asked sleepily from the chair.

Justin picked up his phone.  He looked at it and sported a confused look, “Wait… Taylor’s calling…” Justin fumbled with the mobile device barely able maneuver his fingers in order to tap the buttons.

“No she’s not!  You’re funnnnnnny Justin BiEEEbeeeer.”  She threw her frilly pen at him.

“It’s okay.  I just hit NOOOOOOO on the phone anyway.”  He put the phone down beside him.  “I was like… No phone home!”  He laughed at his own joke.

“YOU TELL HER HOW IT IS!  JUUUUUSTINNNNN!”  Ariana said in a grand voice.

Scooter Braun pulled his baseball cap over his head to cover his face and kicked back relaxing himself.  He let the fizzy feeling wash over him.  It felt good to momentarily step back from all of this, even if it was only temporary.  As long as they stuck together as a team he was sure they would be fine.  Scooter dozed off with his baseball cap covering his face.

Justin peeked at the phone again seeing a missed call notification from Taylor Swift.  A text message soon followed with a photo attached.  Justin brought the phone close to his face and after several tries opened the message to a photo of both his cats staring back at him, Taylor’s face between the two.  Taylor smiled smugly in the picture.  The text message read…

How about a trade?  We’ve both got something we each want back.

His heart jumped as he gazed at the photo of Sushi and Tuna.  In his sonically hypnotically high state he replied…

Okaaaay, but nooooo tricks, Taaay.

He replied after much effort.

Swiftie Scout’s honor.

She replied and then sent two cat emojis with a heart between them.  She could tell by his texting that he was on a sonic sound trip—Soon, she would have it back in her hands, her plans were coming together perfectly.

Justin placed the phone down, locking the screen.  He looked around the room to see if anyone noticed.  Everyone now subdued, drowsy, taking sips of water from fancy glasses that a hydration Defender was handing out from a tray as he made his way around the room.  Justin took a glass and drank it all, quenching his unbelievable thirst.

The lawyer sat with a pair of noise canceling ear buds in his ears that he had in the whole time.  His arms folded across his chest.  Ariana looked over at the lawyer, noticing that he wasn’t under the egg sound spell.  It was only now that she could see the ear buds protruding from his ears ever so slightly.

“Buuuuuuuuut don’t you want to join us?”  She asked.

“I don’t generally partake.  But thanks for the offer.”  The Carlyle Lawyer replied, his face stoic.  “I decided to sit this one out.”

“Join us… Join us…” Ariana said, sleepily melting into the beanbag chair, it was the most comfortable chair in the world right now, she pressed her body against its softness, “I LOVE this chair…  I LOOOOOOVE you chair.”  Her eyelids grew heavy and she fought to keep them open.  After losing the battle, she drifted off to sleep.

When she awoke, she noticed Justin was gone.  She pushed herself up, dizzy, looking around the room at the other occupants snoozing.  The Lawyer too had drifted off to sleep.  The silver egg case containing Taylor Swift’s masters was no longer in the place it was before—it too missing along with Justin.  It was now officially a case of the missing egg case.

@taylorswift

#taylor swift #justin bieber #music is my drug #swifties #ariana grande #taylors masters #theswiftarmy

[randomotakugirl]

The day Aloha became Small Chapter 7

It’s almost the end

Army was boiling curry in a pot, trying a new idea for dinner. Aloha has asked for curry rather than cream stew, much to Skull’s surprise, as he eyed the can of pineapples on the counter. “Are you going to add pineapples?” Skull asked as Army nodded, cutting the pineapple and adding it to the pot of curry. “I figure Aloha may like this. After all, he did when he was our age” Army replied, Skull understanding. Aloha really loved pineapples, especially whenever it was summer. It always surprised Army, ever since he heard the other didn’t like coconuts that much. The curry was about finished, as Army called out to everyone. “Dinner is ready!”

Everyone was sitting at the table, eating dinner, Aloha cheerfully eating and humming between bites.“Mmm~ This is yummy Army~!” Aloha smiles eating another spoonful of curry, “It’s so sweet~!” Army smiled a bit, thankful Aloha liked it. “Hm! I’m glad you enjoy it” Army proudly said, before Mask questioned him. “Didn’t yoooooou try maaaaking this a moooonth ago? But yoooou kept faaaailing on-OW” Mask hissed in pain after Army kicked him in the legs. “Whaaaat was thaaat fooor!” Mask grumbled as he rubbed his legs. He got no reply as he rolled his eyes as the four continued to eat, Aloha smiling happily.

Aloha was lying on the floor, back to drawing as the other three stayed nearby, sitting by the table. “So what are we going to do now?” Army asked as the other two thought about it. “A week almost passed by, yet he still-“

“We know Army.” Skull replied, watching Aloha drawing, “but now the question is why was this his wish.” Mask rolled his eyes as he slump his head on the table. “Sooooo much for being cuuuursed” Mask complained, getting odd looks from the other two. “Whaaaat.” Mask rolled his eyes, getting an annoyed sigh. “Mask not everything is anime!” Mask got up from his seat, even more annoyed. “Well excuuuuuuuuse me-“

“Skull? Why are Masky and Army fighting?” Aloha came up, confused as he held on to his latest drawing. “It’s nothing Aloha” Skull replied, patting the child’s head, getting a smile in return. “Oh~ Lookie what I drew~!” Aloha said, holding up his drawing. All three look at it, Mask scoffing. “I’ve seen bett-OW” Mask got up, glaring at Army who paid no attention to the cyan inkling, rather to the small child in front of him. “It’s a good drawing, Aloha.” Skull said just as Aloha tip toed to put the drawing in the table. “Rweally? Yay~!” Aloha cheered. Skull smiled as Aloha skipped back to the living room, going back to drawing. “Cooooood he’s a handfuuul” Mask sighed as the two gave him a look. “You’re the one who plays with him. You have no right to say that” Army replied, getting a small tsk from the cyan inkling. Just as the Skull was about to ask a question, Aloha came up to them with his own.

“Can we play~?” Aloha asked, surprising the three at the table. “Aloha it’s getting late and-“ Army couldn’t finished as Aloha puffed up his cheeks, his eyes tearing up. “B-But!” Aloha cried out, his lips trembling a bit. “Army. The park isn’t too far away” Skull said, getting up from his seat. “Yeaaaaah..maaaybe it’ll tire him oooout” Mask sighed, feeling tired already. Army sighed, agreeing as Aloha cheered, jumping up and down. “Hoooope the cops woooon’t questiooon us, seeing Alooooha with us” Mask grumbled as Aloha look at him confused. “What do you mean, Masky?” Aloha asked, tilting his head in confusion. “It’s straaange to see a kid plaaaay at night” Mask replied, getting a small oh from Aloha. “Alright then” Army sighed, rubbing his forehead, “lets just go then.” He said, causing Aloha to cheer.

The three of them stayed by Aloha as he ran around the playground, giggling happily. “Lookie! The stars! The stars- oof” Aloha tripped and fell, before getting back up on his feet. “You okay, Aloha?” Skull asked as Aloha nodded. “Mmhm~!” He replied, running towards the slide as the three sat down on a bench, watching him. “Hoooow long do yooooou think he’s gonna plaaaay” Mask asked, Army sighing. “Don’t know.” It went quiet just as Skull got up from the bench. “Wheeeere are yoooou going?” Mask asked as Skull begin to walk, leaving the two in silence. “Uuuugh!”

“Masky! Masky Masky Mask!” Aloha came running, grabbing Mask’s hand with his small hands, pulling him, “Swings! Let’s go on swings!” Aloha pulled Mask more, getting a confused look from the other. “HYUK?! Why?!” Mask asked. “I want to play with you! Pleeeeeease~?” Aloha asked, his eyes tearing up. “F-Fiiiiiine! I’ll gooo!” Mask said, defeated as the two went on the swings. Aloha started swinging as Mask slowly swing. The past few days as hectic, but at the same time it wasn’t as bad as he made it. Mask wouldn’t lie, but he wondered why Aloha wished he wanted to be a kid again. Not only that, but what would happen if he didn’t turn back to normal? A lot of questions went through his mind before a voice broke him out of it. “Masky? Is something wrong?” Aloha asked, looking up at him. “Noooo. Let’s gooo back Aloha, I think Skull is bringing something” Mask replied, quickly catching Aloha’s attention, as he got off and ran towards Skull. ‘Maybe he sees Skull as a big brother type’ Mask thought as he got off the swings and headed back to the bench.

“I bought some pudding” Skull said as Aloha cheered. “Yay~!” Aloha smiled, grabbing the small spoon that came with the pudding cup once Skull hand him it. Skull handed two others to Mask and Army before getting his, the three eating the pudding together. “Ah~! Pudding is good!” Aloha smiled as Skull agreed. “Soooo thaaats where you went to” Mask said, who still haven’t ate his. Not like he can anyways. “Ah! Does Mask not like pudding?” Aloha asked as Mask quickly shook his head. “It’s nooot liiike thaaat!”

“Sorry Mask. I forgot” Skull replied as Aloha looked between them confusedly. “Ooh! Mask not like the outside!” Aloha said before Mask shrugged. “Soomethiing like thaaat.” After the pudding cups were finished, Aloha continued to play before he started to feel tired. Skull went on over and picked Aloha up, feeling his small hands hold on to his shoulders as the four made their way back to Aloha’s house.

Skull lay Aloha down on the bed, tucking him in before Aloha rubbed his eyes sleepily. “I’m not sleepy..” Skull smiled a bit before patting the other’s head, “We’ll be here, Aloha.” Aloha slowly nodded before he cuddled into the pillows falling asleep. Skull soon left the room and back to the living room where he saw Mask asleep on the couch and Army on the chair. ‘Were they tired as well?’ Skull thought before heading towards the guest room. Taking off his shoes and Bandana, he crawled into bed before falling asleep, the stars twinkling in the night sky outside.

#kid!aloha #kid!aloha au #aloha kun #mask kun #army kun #skull kun #splatoon #s4 #coroika

[lunartrashbin]

Drake X Female Reader (Plushies)

Remember that drawing of Drake with the plush? That was for this.

Also this came from my Wattpad in case you wanna know. And it a bit oldish soooo... Yeah.. Hope you like it :P

Feel free to give criticism as long as it's not rood™

Warning: Fluffly adorkable dino ahead(?)

Alsooriginallythoughtof @crapitskizaru whenwritingthisatfirstcuziknowshelovethedinosotagginghercuzwhynot

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People always say, "Calm down," or shit like, "Be more chill," or some other shit. And honestly? I feel like I'm perfectly fine and I'm always chill... Not. I can "be chill", but cross the line and test my patience and I might kill a bitch or two. Like always, only a few people get spared. Examples my parents obviously, my friends most of the time, people who are somehow surprisingly barrable, Law, Robin, etc, aaaaaand him.

No not that shit from PPG, sorry not sorry, but Mr. Shy Dino Boi.

Diez Drake.

Why is he shy? Two- three, four??? words. Women. And their bodies. Why he dino? Cuz I'm preeeetty sure he has an infatuation with them. Not like I'm jealous, or... anything...

So yeah, basically, I like mister I fall to the ground and have these random friggin hearts around me for some reason because I saw a girl's almost naked body. Trust me, it has happened.

Even to me.

But they were all accidents, he claims. In his first year, I think Zoro may have possibly possessed him in an unknown way cause somehow he ended up lost on the way tO THE MOTHERFUCKING MALE LOCKER ROOM. ITS NOT EVEN CONFUSING!!!!!!!! Yeaaaaah, he's still claimed to be a pervert for that. Just a few people. Not many, but just a small handful. Even though I'm pretty sure he only saw Nami. . . Lucky bitch... probably. Toootally not jealous. Totally.

As for me, since I get put in the friend zone, apparently he came to my house unannounced once, eventhoughapperentlyhesentamessage, and I juST HAPPENED TO BE CHANGING. Think someone said he had a nosebleed. Might have been my fault for not checking my phone. But it's not my fault he texted me the one time I don't have my phone on me.

Anyways, while I have been to his house/room before, and yes it's filled with Jurassic Park/World posters, today just takes the cake.

Because never before, have I seen that dino plush before. Yes, I know what I said. A DINO PLUSH.

And I just spirited away and died on the inside from the cuteness. Thank god he left for the restroom when I saw it on his bed. Cause I swear I'm pretty sure I squealed a bit. Luckily it was quiet, but iF HE WERE IN THE ROOM. HE WOULD QUESTION THE FUCK CAME FROM ME AND JUST STARE WITH THE CUTEST FUCKING FACE THAT ALWAYS QUESTIONS ME WHEN I DO WEIRD SHIT. And I'm pretty sure that's 95% of the time, most of them internal. The other 5% is filled if me questioning him, which, isn't alot... Oh god, hope he doesn't hate me when I do weird shit.

After dying from fangirling, which is a lot, I then slowly got curious as to who got it for him. Maybe even jealous. Or not. You readers will never know.

I mean- what.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he came back. "What took you so long?" I ask only to then see cookies in his hands.

"... Nevermind, you're excused. Now gimme the cookies ples."

He just gave me a small chuckle that melted my heart and handed me some yummy cookies, moving to sit on the edge of his bed.

I was at his desk, backwards on the chair while I nibbled on the (favorite flavor) cookie in silence. Sadly, I didn't notice his blush to the way I ate.

It was quiet for awhile until he cleared his throat to speak, and scratched the back of his neck, which I actually saw this time. Adorable.

"I-I hope you like them. I actually, made them myself." He muttered loud enough for me to hear. He had a small  but noticeable blush while averting his gaze and instead to the floor. I swear, it took everything NOT to just whip out my phone, take a picture,and set it as my wallpaper. So instead, I just died on the inside from his constant cuteness.

I hummed a little happy tune to signal I enjoyed them, but really, I just wanted to rant how amazing he and the cookies were.

Honestly, it didn't surprise me much since I already knew he lived alone. His mom was dead, and he had moved away from his abusive father, who I may or may not want to strangle if I ever met him. Luckily for his so called father, I haven't met him. Yet. Not sure if I wanna meet the asshole who made my crush suffer as a child.

After I finished my cookie, don't know how many I already ate, I spoke up.

"You know, I'm not really surprised, but what does surprise me is that it taste fucking amazing! ... Sorry, jsut saying." The adorable shy bastard chuckled again, even though he wasn't exactly fond of my cursing. But seriously, how many times is he gonna chuckle at my misfortunate life.

I grabbed another cookie while he grabbed the light green dinosaur plush and made his way over to me. Once next the the seat I was at, he started to lightly attack me with the plush, holding out the little arms to attack me. I'm pretty sure I was gonna die of a heart attack today.

"Noooo," I playfully yelped. "Not da cookies~" And we both lightly giggled. But his was more of a chuckle.

I went to lean back while shielding myself, but life decided to be a bitch and I went in to fall on the floor.

I'm not sure why, but I flapped my arms around like a lunatic for an unknown reason. My body probably thought it would help. But when I thought I was sure my head was gonna hurt like hell from the fall, my left arm gripped onto the arm of the chair.

Thankfully the impact never came. Somehow. . .

I open one of my previously shut eyes to see Drake looking a bit scared, a small roll of sweat currently rolling down his face. His hand had grabbed mine as his other hand went to grab my left pulling me up. Apparently he dropped the dinosaur plush on me, probably not wanting to drop the the lil cutie on the floor... Drake's still cuter. I took his hand and he pulled me upwards, bringing our faces closer.

We were both blushing messes by the time we pulled away and I had clinged to the dinosaur plush.

My eyes darted around the room, becAUSE I SWEAR I HEARD A GROWL SOMEWHERE.

"You should really be more careful (Y/n)." The worried yet flustered male spoke up as my eyes landed on him. When I sorta stared while he spoke, I could've sworn his blush grew a bit. God that's adorable.

"Don't worry I'm fine..." I mumbled clinging a bit more onto the plush T-Rex.

I turned around and set my feet on the floor to avoid that again when Drake suddenly picked me up. I turned my head to him as he set me on the bed and pried the plush from me, setting it near the pillows. When he did that, he laid his head on my chest and hugged me. I think my face was as hot as the sun by now.

"(Y-Y/n)?" God, his stutter, will be the death of me. I know he already stuttered earlier, but my God he's just too cute.

I hummed again in response because I'm pretty sure my throat was dry from the cuteness.

"I-I know this might be awkward for us, but I-I just want to let you know that I-I think I l-like you... I-it's fine if you don't like me back, but I just, wanted to let you know." He mumbled into my chest, his grip tightening around my waist.

What's hotter than the sun? Because that would describe my face perfectly right now. I'm pretty sure he felt my heart beat sooooo fuck it. I hugged him back and looked to see his face. He was just an adorable little tomato right now.

"(Y-Y-n)-"

"Shhhhh. Just, be quiet right now."

He lifted himself up closer to eye level, us still a red mess, but smiling.

"Just for the record, I like you too." My smile widened. "Also, you're adorable." His eyes widened as I brought myself closer and dozed off into my dreams.

#potat things #x drake #dinowo #x reader #it came from wattpad #my writing #shitpost?

[bnhascenariosheadcannonsimagines]

would you be willing to make a soulmate au scenario about how todoroki shouto told his friends how he met his soulmate. She fell out of a trash shoot while covering her baby ferret friend when he came across a burning building. why a trash shoot? "it was the only thing that hasn't caught fire around her and if she died from landing on something below at least her furry friend would have a cushion to land safely on" she said. Please and thank you

Todoroki was getting a snack form the dorm kitchen when Izuku came up to him all blushy and awkward. “Izuku can I help you?” Todoroki spoke, turning his head to the boy who had helped him accept himself his freshman year at UA. “T-Todoroki so you remember wh-when you met (Y/n)?” he fidgeted and Todoroki smiled fondly remembering that day in his second year at UA. It was a year ago but Todoroki could remember every detail to perfection. He chuckled a little and nodded, “Of course I do, why?” “W-Well a couple of us have noticed that your wrist says, ‘It was the only thing that hadn’t caught fire.’ and we’re all a little confused. (Y/n)’s says, ‘Why a trash chute?’ and we can all get a good laugh out of it but, all of us are a little confused by it.” Izuku’s fidgeting had only worsened and Todoroki reached out to still him and walked out of the kitchen to sit in the third year dorm living area. “Well it started when I went to my second year internship.”

Todoroki was interning with his dad again. Endeavor had tried to make everything better between them but it was going to take more than a little time to get Shouto to even think about letting his father back into his life. Endeavor was currently taking down the villain who had started the fire but couldn’t do anything to stop the flames from spreading up the apartment complex. “Shouto! Try and subdue the flames with your ice until reinforcements get here.”Endeavor barked in his direction, his harsh hero tone hadn’t faded even though he was trying to get Shouto to like him. Shouto nodded and went inside, freezing the area and keeping the building from falling in on itself. With the first floor taken care of he felt a little better, but the building above him was still ablaze with everyone inside. He climbed the stairs to the second floor and helped evacuate families by directing them down the stairs and out of the building. When he got to the third floor the flames were too wild and the smoke too thick for him to even see ahead of him. He coughed and leaned against a door, the wooden slab giving way when he leaned on it and he fell into the apartment. “H-Help!” a small voice called and he pushed himself off of the ground and ran to the window, opening it and creating and ice slide down to the ground. He helped the people in this apartment out and then saw reinforcements show up and start putting out the fire. Endeavor motioned for Shouto to come out and he nodded, turning around and checking his surroundings to make sure everyone was out before sliding down the ice slide himself.

“Nice job Shouto! You’re ice stood up to these flames!” I only put out the first three floors, there are eight above that, please stop paying me any attention and go save those people.” Shouto spoke and pulled the oxygen mask off of his face. He stood dup from the bumper of the ambulance and started walking around the side of the building, making sure the flames weren’t spreading to any other buildings, when he heard a muffled groan and a small curse. Shouto leaned and peaked over the mountain of garbage bags in the dumpster, about to walk away when something twitched and wiggled to try and break out of the garbage trap they were currently in. Shouto grabbed the foot and pulled, dislodging the person from the trash and helping them out of the dumpster, “Why a trash chute?” he panted from the effort to get you out of the dumpster. “I-It was the only thing that hadn’t caught fire.” you huffed and leaned against the cold steel of the dumpster. “There are people going to to save civilians now, why not just wait?” You sat down against the cold steel of the dumpster and caught your breath before unzipping your jacket to show a little furry creature nuzzled into your shirt and covered in soot. “He wouldn’t have made it much longer in all that smoke, so I figured if I jumped and held onto him he would have a chance at living.” Shouto looked at you incredulously and let out a small laugh. “You were willing to end your own life for a ferret?” “Hell yes.” you looked up at him and he smiled a little.

You reached out to get help up and when his hand clasps around yours both of you pull back with a hiss of pain, “What the hell?” you whine and look at your wrist, glaring at the script on your wrist which was the source of the burning sensation, “Are you alright?” Shouto looked at you concerned while still holding his wrist. “Does your mark burn too?” “Only when I touch you.” You sighed and leaned against the dumpster before something clicks in you head. “Wait wait wait…. What were your first words to me?” Shouto’s eyebrows scrunched and he bit his bottom lip a little in concentration, “I think they were……. Why a trash chute?” You looked down at your soul mate mark and you laughed, holding onto your ferret when he jolted from your loud laugh. “Uh well…. It’s nice to meet you then soulmate.” you smiled at him and he quickly looked at his wrist. His eyes widened as he realized you had spoken the exact same words on his wrist not too long ago to him. “Soul….. mate.” Shouto ran his fingers dedicated over his script and smiled at you, “Soulmate…. You. You’re my soulmate.” Shouto offered you a hand and smiled widely. You took it and nothing burned that time, “Yeah I guess I am.” you smiled and held your little furry friend close to your chest and stepped towards Shouto. “Well, you’re the new up and coming hero Shouto, and since I know your name I think it’s only fair you know mine.” you stepped close to him and got on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “(Y/n).” you spoke and Shouto shivered feeling you so close, your hand on his chest and your breath on his ear, it felt so good. He melted into your touch and you laughed at how natural everything was feeling with him.

Shouto blushed at how much he had leaned into your touch and pulled away rubbing the back of his neck, “U-Um, Can I give you my number so I can see you again?” you nodded and handed him you shattered phone. “Jesus (Y/n).” Shouto sighed and handed you his instead, “I’ll get it fixed for you, you broke it jumping out of a building anyway.” You took his phone and laughed, “Yeaaaaah, it was already pretty broken before. It’s just REALLY broken now.” You handed his phone back to him and he saw you had given him your address too. “Since I won’t have a phone for the next couple of days… I figured I could give you my address….. Well! M-My grandparents address since that’s probably where I’ll be staying since my apartment is currently….” you looked up at the smoke still billowing out of the building. Shouto smiled and nodded, “I’ll see you tomorrow, are you free after 3. That’s when I get off of my internship.” You smiled and nodded, “I’ll be waiting.” He smiled and resisted every urge in his body to kiss you then and there. “Shouto! We’re moving on where did you go?!” Shouto sighed and rolled his eyes, “Sorry, Endeavor awaits.” you giggled and got on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek, “Go on, don’t get fired because of me.” “It’s my dad, he can’t fire me.” Shouto smiled before turning away and blushing brightly at how you had just pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Izuku nodded and smiled at Todoroki as he smiled fondly at the memory. “When I got to my grandparents house they handed me a little box and said someone with half red and half white hair had dropped it off for me. He had already gotten me a new phone and sent me a message telling me to be ready tomorrow at 3.” you chimed in as you walked down the stairs from Shouto’s dorm and heard him  telling Izuku of how you met. Shouto blushed slightly and smiled as you wrapped your arms around him, “He just couldn’t resist me.” you laughed and he pressed a kiss to your head and leaned his cheek onto it, Izuku blushing and backing away, “W-Well thanks for telling me, we were all a little worried about the whole fire thing.” Izuku blushed and scampered out of the living room. “You would think after three years of hero training he wouldn’t be so bashful and embarrassed by asking questions.” you laughed and Shouto joined in. Shouto wrapped his arms around you and pulled you onto the couch, noticing your you were wearing a jacket, “Are you leaving?” “Nah, what kind of soulmate would I be if I snuck out while you were busy?” you pressed a kiss to his lips and he pulled you closer to him, he smiled and you laughed a little before pressing a lingering kiss to his lips, “I just like wearing your jackets, they make me feel safe.” you leaned into Shouto’s chest and he ran his hand through your hair and melted into the couch. Even after a year, Shouto still couldn’t get over how nicely you fit against him.

#todoroki shouto #todoroki #boku no hero academia #bnha #my hero academia #mha

[unbanned-rescue-cat]

Servant

Pair: Emiru x Ruru

(Hugtto Precure)

Genre: Comedy, Romance

Notes: Leg fetish

"No, really, it's okay. I'm not upset."

Ruru winced. Whenever Emiru said those words, she actually meant the opposite. Ruru now worried what sort of punishment she was about to receive.

It started enough as a normal afternoon. Ruru wanted to snack on something, and there happened to be a pudding in the fridge. Ruru never noticed the sign on the pudding until Emiru found Ruru. Emiru gave quite a loud and disappointed moan as Ruru finished off the pudding. Ever since then, Emiru has been avoiding Ruru, leaving the room whenever Ruru showed up.

The other girls has noticed Ruru's rising predicament. Saaya suggested that Ruru was at a point she was not allowed to give up, and should pursue Emiru, wherever she goes. The moment Ruru gave up chasing Emiru would be terrible.

Ruru wasn't about to inquire further. She refused to give up chasing after Emiru in the first place.

And so, Ruru followed Emiru everywhere like the guilty puppy that she was. Emiru has not once even looked over in her direction. Ruru followed Emiru all over the Harry House, from Hugtan's bedroom, the living room, kitchen, store front, and finally outside the building.

Emiru sat down on one of the customer tables, sighing tiredly. Ruru stood by, watching Emiru in solemn sadness. There was a grumbling noise, to Ruru's surprise. It came from Emiru, who was now massaging her stomach.

"Ugh... now I'm tired AND starving..." Emiru grumbled.

Even if Emiru said it on purpose or not, Ruru felt even more guilty. Ruru shifted on her feet, looking at the ground apprehensively.

"Ruru? It's okay. Really." Emiru finally turned to her. "I'm not upset."

The forced smile on the young girl's face made the pain in Ruru's chest ache more.

"Emiru! Please, tell me what you want!" Ruru got on her knees before the surprised Emiru, and took her dainty hands into her own. "No matter how much I apologize, it would mean nothing! Please let me show my sincerity by doing something for you!"

Emiru blushed and looked away. Ruru gave a shocked gasp, thinking she was rejected. Ruru hang her head in silence.

"Donuts..."

Ruru immediately looked up, a smile on her face. Emiru was looking at her again, face blushing. "If it's not too much... can you get me some donuts?" Emiru was reaching into her pocket that she failed to notice Ruru getting up and already bolted off into a run. Emiru watched in stunned silence as Ruru was just a dot in the horizon. Emiru held onto her small purse and waited. Three minutes later, Emiru could see Ruru running back to her, a small dust cloud behind her.

"Thank you for waiting! Here are your donuts!" Ruru said with a smile. Emiru nodded, taking the box from Ruru's hand. Inside was a dozen variety of donuts of different color and flavors.

"No! Thank you, Ruru! This is what I wanted!" Emiru said gratefully and took a donut to nibble on. Ruru smiled more widely, releasing a sigh of relief. Immediately, Ruru knelt down once mode before Emiru. "Ruru! You don't have to kneel down! Come here and sit with me and have a donut!" Emiru invited, pointing at the opposite side of the table.

Ruru shook her head . "No. I am far from done serving you. What I've done is horrible, not to mention it was a repeated crime. Please let me serve you two more times."

"I'm not really comfortable with this... I don't want to think you're my servant or anything..." Emiru lamented, looking at Ruru. "But I know you can be pretty stubborn though..." Emiru was lost in thought for a moment. "Did you eat that blue cheese sandwich a few days ago, too?"

"Yes. It was delicious."

"You could buy about eight puddings for the price of that sandwich."

Ruru gasped and fell on her side on the floor. A shock expression was written all over her face. "I... uh... also ate that caviar..."

"That's three blue cheese sandwich." Was Emiru's simple reply.

Ruru was back on her knees and bowing so deeply her forehead was touching the floor. "I'm so sorry. Please let me appease you in anyway possible for the next year."

"Ruru! Like I said! I'm not angry anymore!" Emiru was on her feet and trying to pick Ruru up. Since she was taller, heavier and a robot, Emiru was unable to budge her. "I am forgiving you for everything, okay?! That's what couples do in a relationship! They forgive each other!"

"But I ate a total amount of thirty-three puddings! Your puddings! I only made up for ONE!"

Emiru sighed and kneeled beside her partner. "Ruru... please look up..." Ruru did what she was asked. Emiru quickly brushed away the dirt and soil off Ruru's forehead. "Do... do you really want to make up for it?"

"Yes."

Emiru took a deep breathe. "Fine. But only one request. No complaints." Emiru stood up and sat back down on her chair. "This is going to be tough for me as well, you know."

"I'll do anything for you, Emiru." Was Ruru's quick reply.

"Kiss... my... legs..." Emiru said slowly. The blush on both girls faces also rose. "Don't ask! I just overheard my big brother and Henri talking about it!" Emiru squealed out her reason quickly and then hid her face in her hands. "And then... in the bedroom... they actually did the kissing thing... and it's been on my mind..."

"Emiru. That's naughty." Ruru stated plainly.

"NYOOOOOOOOOO!" Emiru made a weird noise before stuffing her faces with more donuts. "I don't want to hear about this anymore! Delete it from your memory! I take back my request! Not a single word to anyone about this-!"

While Emiru was in denial, Ruru has moved closer to the brunette. Still on her knees, Ruru took one of Emiru's legs. Slowly, she planted a kiss on the little girl's knee.

"Ruru-!" Emiru squeaked out, surprised that Ruru was doing her request. "You-you don't have to if its embarrassing-!"

Ruru was not replying. She planted more kisses on Emiru's leg, slowly moving down to her ankle. Ruru undid Emiru's shoe, letting it fall from her toes before proceeding. Ruru's kisses were becoming more wet, and the white legging that's been covering Emiru's leg was showing it.

"What happened after that?" Ruru asked suddenly, a finger sliding up to the end of the legging and pulling it down slowly.

Emiru was covering her eyes, breathing heavily. "Uuuh... well... Henri started laughing... then my big brother got flustered and burst out of the room... then they saw me... I got told off by my big brother... that's... it..."

Emiru's voice trailed off. She was busy restraining herself by biting her lower lip. Ruru's kisses were now on her leg's bare skin. A few kisses on the calves, on the knees again. A single kiss inside the thigh made Emiru cry out and push Ruru away with her other leg.

"Okay! Okay! I think that's enough!" Emiru gasped out, laughing a bit. "Ummm... Ruru? You're free to stop now...?"

"Emiru..." Ruru was already pulling down on Emiru's other stocking. "Your other leg needs attention-"

"Yeaaaaah let's stop now." Emiru giggled, pushing Ruru away gently with her feet. For some reason, Ruru was also smiling.

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