#I bet you guys all fell for my prank

[ch0mpkin]

Guys, they literally leaked the next ep‼️

[hikakuriyyu]

Scream men as your boyfriend (headcanon)

⁎ warnings: fluff, jealousy, a little suggestiveness, nothing too triggering (i hope). female!reader.

⁎ summary: how (modern!au) Billy, Stu, Mickey, Charlie and Ethan would be as your boyfriend.

⁎ author note: i finally finished the Tension series, and i hope you guys enjoyed it. thank you for all the notes and followers :). this is one of the few scream headcanons ill post and ill move to another series/movie !

Billy Loomis:

Billy would be the type to be protective of you, but not in a controlling way. He'd make sure you text him whenever you get home, whenever you went to school, pretty much always. He'd probably scold you in cute way if you texted back a little later than usual. He just wants to make sure you're okay.

One night, you were up studying and fell asleep on your desk. When you wake up, you check your phone and see 2 missed calls and a text: ''You get home safe babe ? You're worrying me.''

Even though he's a great boyfriend, Billy might get a little too jealous sometimes. Like if you're hanging out with someone too much or someone flirts with you, he'd get all quiet and sulky. But he wouldn't make a big deal out of it, he would just do things like squeeze your waist softly or rub your shoulder to let you know he's feeling that way.

You're laughing at something a guy from your class texted you. His jaw tenses for a second before he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. ''He's funny, huh ? I bet I could make you laugh harder though.'' he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. You can feel the jealousy in his grip, but it only makes you smile.

Billy's isn't the kind of guy to use PDA in public, but in private, he'd be really sweet. He'd love cuddling on the couch or giving you affectionate kisses on the neck. He might not say "I love you" all the time, but you'd definitely notice in all the affection he'd give you.

You're watching a movie together, and out of nowhere, Billy leans over and plants a soft kiss on your lips. ''What was that for ?'' you ask, and he just smiles. ''I couldn't resist.''

Stu Macher:

Stu would be the kind of boyfriend who’s constantly cracking jokes, pulling pranks, and making you laugh (duh). There would never be a dull moment with him, and he'd always find a way to lighten the mood, even in serious situations. He's just your goofball.

You were feeling a bit down after a tough day, and as you sit on the couch, Stu sneaks up behind you. He starts tickling you gently, laughing as you squirm. ''You can't be sad when I'm around !'' He leans in closer, a playful grin on his face. Eventually, you start laughing, and the weight of the bad day lifts just a little.

Stu would probably be a traditional romantic. He'd surprise you with surprise dates, flowers and gifts. He'd take you on random adventures, like midnight drives to the beach or makeouts in the car, just to keep things exciting.

One evening, You were along the beach as the sun begins to set. The waves lap at your feet before he playfully splashes you with water. ''Watch it !'' you laugh, trying to dodge him. He grins, swinging his arm around your shoulders. ''I love moments like this.'' he says, looking out at the horizon.

While he might not seem like the type, Stu would be protective if anyone tried to hurt or mess with you. He wouldn't hesitate to stand up for you, even if it isn't even that big of a deal for you.

You're hanging around at a party when someone makes a mean comment about you. Before you can react, Stu is by your side, a serious look on his face. ''Hey, back off. That's my girl you're talking about.'' he says, his tone firm. He turns to you, softening. ''You alright gorgeous ?''

Mickey Altieri:

Mickey would be the kind of boyfriend who knows how to be a fun boyfriend (if you get what i mean lol). He'd love planning stuff, whether it's a surprise date night or a road trip. His playful personality would keep things exciting in the relationship.

While tidying up the living room, you stumble upon a pair of tickets in a drawer. Curious, you pick them up and realize they're for a weekend getaway to a beach house. When Mickey walks in, he sees your surprised expression and leans against the doorframe with a smirk. ''Oh, those ? Just thought it'd be nice to get away for a bit. You know, some privacy, just the two of us.'' he adds, winking playfully.

Mickey would be your biggest cheerleader. He'd always encourage you to chase your dreams and support you through any challenges. When things get tough, he'd be there with comforting words and a listening ear, reminding you that you're never alone.

After getting your test results, you feel defeated since you studied so hard. Mickey sits beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. ''Hey, don’t be too hard on yourself. You did amazing, and I’m proud of you,'' he says softly. ''Want to talk about it ?''

While Mickey would be sweet to you, he'd also have a mischievous side. He'd love teasing you playfully, but it would always come from a place of affection. He'd keep things light-hearted, but he could be amorous when he wants to (sorry 💀).

You're on the couch, attention on the cat curled up in your lap, oblivious to Mickey watching you with a playful pout. After a moment, he leans in, ''I'm still here, you know.'' he jokes, but there’s a hint of longing in his voice. You turn your head, noticing his playful expression. ''What’s the matter ? Jealous ?'' you said. He smirks, his eyes glinting mischievously. ''Maybe. We should make some time for each other... after all, I’m way more fun.''

Charlie Walker:

Charlie would be the type to remember the little things that matter to you. He'd surprise you with thoughtful gestures, like bringing your favorite snacks or buying you books from your favorite author. His romantic side would show in the way he expresses his feelings, making you feel special.

One evening, Charlie walks in with a small gift bag and a big smile. ''I got you something,'' he says, his smile contagious. You peek inside to find a DVD of a new movie from your favorite genre that just came out. ''I remembered how much you talked about wanting to watch it, so I thought we could have a movie night.'' he adds, looking pleased with himself. You feel a warm flutter in your chest, grateful for his thoughtfulness.

Charlie would love deep conversations, whether it's about films, philosophy, or conspiracy theories. He'd enjoy sharing his thoughts and listening to yours, building a connection between the two of you. His curiosity would inspire you to think critically, making discussions with him both enlightening and fun.

One afternoon, you and Charlie are curled up on the couch, drowning in eachothers arms. As you chat about a documentary you recently watched, he leans in, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. ''What did you think about their perspective on human nature ?'' he asks, genuinely interested. You dive into your thoughts, and he listens intently, nodding and adding his own insights. The conversation flows easily, and by the end, you both feel more connected than ever.

Charlie would be very in tune with your emotions and needs. He'd notice when you're feeling off and make effort to check in with you, offering comfort and support. Whether it's through small acts of kindness, or just being there to listen, he would always make you feel valued and cared for.

Ethan Landry:

Ethan would have an adorably awkward side that makes him endearing. He might stumble over his words or get flustered during cute moments, but it only adds to his charm. His genuine nature shines through when he tries to express his feelings, making every sweet gesture feel even more special.

You're watching a movie together when Ethan tries to wrap his arm around you but accidentally knocks over the popcorn. He blushes, stammering, ''I swear I'm not usually this clumsy !'' You both burst into laughter, and he sheepishly smiles, ''At least now I have a reason to cuddle you closer.'' His charming awkwardness makes your heart flutter.

Ethan would express his love through acts of service, always looking for little ways to make your life easier. Whether it's surprising you by doing your laundry when you're stressed, helping you with homework, or cooking dinner on a busy night, he'd take pride in taking care of you. His selflessness would show how much he genuinely cares.

After a stressful day, you come home to find Ethan waiting for you with a stack of freshly made study notes and a cup of your favorite tea. He looks up with a bright smile. ''I thought you could use a little help, so I organized everything for you.'' he says, handing you the tea. His thoughtfulness makes you feel appreciated, and you can’t help but smile as you settle in to study together.

Ethan would def be a fan of PDA, always wanting to hold your hand or wrap an arm around you when you're out together. Whether it's at college or out with friends, he'd love to show the people how much he cares about you. He might lean in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek or pull you in for a warm hug, his face lighting up with a smile each time. His affectionate nature would make you feel cherished and appreciated, no matter where you are.

As you sit together on the train, Ethan glances around to see if anyone's watching before subtly reaching for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. He leans back against the seat, a satisfied smile on his face as he casually strokes your hand with his thumb. Every time you catch his eye, he flashes you a shy grin, enjoying the little secret between the two of you. The warmth of his hand in yours makes you feel giddy.

[tmntxthings]

Ok so, hi! I hope you're doing well! I really really like your blog and was wondering if you're still taking requests? If your not thats completely fine.

but If you are could you please please do a the rise boys with a reader who's like their little sister? i cannot for the lofe of me find very many of these, and I adore them.

Your writting is AMAZING btw! Make sure to eat food, drink water, and get some sleep! <3

Big Brothers

author’s notes: :D am i doing requests still? …yes?! it may not seem like it but I look over them all… just lacking in the motivation department rn, esp with this semester, but booyakasha we ball xD thanks for requesting <3 author's note 2.0: I wrote Raph's part in JANUARY and i finally finally finally had the will power to finish Mikey's tonight, the semester is over yayyyyyyy!! Hopefully my motivation will rejuvenate and I'll be writing way more consistently... hopefully lollll hope you enjoy~~

warnings: none to note, unedited, mayhaps a curse word ?

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Raph

Where do I begin? He’s always the type to protect those around him. It doesn’t matter whether you’re just a regular citizen or someone he knows and loves, this turtle will protect all! He’s got a big heart.

Much like April you stumbled into the boys life at an early age. Yet unlike her, you were younger than the entire group. As a tot, Raph made sure you were never left behind, hiking you up on his shoulders along with Mikey.

Both of you giggling about the height and saying “look look I’m flyingggg!!” making superhero poses, just the works. Standard oldest brother material. He was still a kid too so there were some accidents, of course you fell off once or twice.

But he was quick to distract you from any boo-boo’s, swooping you back into his arms and snuggling his head close profusely apologizing for getting a little too rowdy. “Don’t cry!! Look Raph’s gotcha! All safe and sound!”

“Does it hurt bad? Let’s go get patched up by Lee hmmm? Raph bet’s he has the prettiest bandaids for you!”

If the group is playing a competitive game, like tag or hide & seek, Raph’s making sure you’re having a fun time. Not feeling left out or being picked on too much. In tag he may run a little slower so you are able to catch him, he would happily be ‘it’ a thousand times if it meant you beamed that mischievous smile. “Tag Raphie!!! Hehehe”

In hide & seek he’ll hide with you or better yet find you the best spots to hide. “Okay Raph’s going hide now too, goodluck and don’t make any noise!!”

As the group grows from tots to teens and the world isn���t as sparkly, and dangers lurk every corner Raph becomes more concerned with your safety. Though there’s not much he can do while your at school, any time you hang out with the bros other than the lab he’s always got a watchful eye.

“Ohhhhh guys look at this!!” Window shopping being one of your favorite past times as they walk the streets of NYC. Raph can’t help but call out for you to “Wait!” or “Watch out!” Something about those sidewalks cracks that always trip you up. And don’t even get Raph started on how many times you’ve bounded ahead of the group only to get lost.

“C’mere you!” Raph’s pulling you close and giving you a noogie. Definitely not caring as you screech about your hair. “What’d I tell ya about running off??” He continues messing with you until you either slip out of his grip or call out mercy. “You had me worried!” He breathed out with a stern look. “Awww Raphie I’m not little anymore!” You teased, but to him you’d always be his little sister. Just like Mikey would never escape being the little brother.

Leo

Oh my lord the trouble you two get into. Pranks? Yeah. Lots of them. The two of you are menaces together, and unlike Leo, you get off the hook with batting your sweet innocent eyelashes. “Whaaaaa Leo told me to!!” And he’d scoff, yelling out traitor as you stuck your tongue when Raph’s back was turned.

Despite always slipping away from punishment, Leo didn’t mind you throwing him under the bus. In fact he was quite impressed with your tactics. One of these days he’d catch you on video being a brat behind Raph’s back! So count your days because they were numbered.

While Leo is down for throwing caution and safety in the wind, if things get serious.. let’s say someone threatening you? Whoever’s spouting such nonsense better run for the hills. He doesn’t deal kindly with those who hurt his family. Especially his little prankster of a sister. “Run that by me again? You said what about my sister??” Fun, silly, charismatic Leo is gone! He’d have a glint in his eyes that scream ‘you’ll pay for that.’

What else?! Though he claims he’s nothing like Raph in regards to being wrapped around your pinky finger, he totally is. “Hey Lee can you portal me to school?? I don’t feel like walking!” He’d complain saying how you’re using his rad powers for such a lazy reason (even though he’s guilty of such a thing) but after he gives you an earful of complaints he’s opening up a portal.

Don’t think he won’t waltz in right after you. Much like those older siblings who love to embarrass their little siblings. Calling after you to “Have a greaaaaaaat day!! Big brother wuvs youuuuuuu!!” And it’s similar if he’s picking you up from school. He’ll portal in with a speaker and blare music, mostly Nicki Minaj.

Donnie

Those little puppy dog eyes you can pull off with Raph have no influence when it comes to Donnie, he has footage of your two-faced nature, having big crocodile tears at one moment and an evil grin at the next, unlike Leo who has never been able to successfully capture you in the act, Donnie has and he lords it over you as blackmail for most things, like a big brother usually does

He only brings it out when absolutely necessary, mainly whenever the two of you are in a back and forth banter that has gone too far, "Oh yeah? I seem to recall a certain purple turtle reading some very interesting fanfiction with Atomic Lass last night!" You puff up satisfied when Donnie gasps at such a true accusation, the utter betrayal! "C'mon guys don't start fighting" Raph will speak up as Donnie whips out his phone going for his passcoded camera roll.

"Oh Raphala I have something to show you!" Donnie will sing as he turns the phone over to reveal the beginning of a video of you and its one that has you immediately screeching. Jumping up from your spot to run and try and tackle Donnie to the floor, but he expects this as his battleshell takes off into the air, putting himself and his phone out of reach. "Turn it off!!! Stop it Dee!!! I never said what exactly you were reading!!" You plead as he swoops and dodges the pillows and really anything you can get your hands on to throw.

So yes, he has the dirt that you would hate Leo to get his hands on so Donnie and you have a bit of an understanding of one another. Other than that though you can find solace in his lab anytime. He doesn't mind your entry because unlike his brothers you don't start touching or breaking things. You treat his inventions carefully and he has fun explaining to you their potentials.

As tots Donnie was definitely quizzing and spitting out random facts to your malleable brain, a lot of it ended up sticking so you understood him to some degree on an academic level, but most of all he had prepared you for school to which you were forever grateful

Now you may not say so in words but with each passing grade you would go down to the lair and find Donnie specifically to show off your assignments, beaming proudly as he would smile and singing his praises about how well he had taught you. He realized that maybe he had taught you too well since you were a master manipulator when it came to tear ducts but he couldn't help but smile at that, proud to have another evil genius in their midst

Mikey

He knew what it was like to be treated like a baby despite being only a few years younger, so it came as no surprise that he would agree with you whenever you wanted to do something adventurous, something on your own, "Guys, she's old enough to go out to the movies with her friends!" Even if he sort of knew your crush would be going as well, Mikey was not going to be the brother to hold you back from falling in love!

Now heaven forbid that little heart of yours gets stomped on. The person who did so will obviously be on some sort of shit-list by all the turtles, but I think Mikey would be the one who has to be watched out for the most, he destroys people who hurts what he loves, that pizza place episode with the rock band is a prime example! He'll turn savage, lunging for violence, striking to enact karma on those who deserve it the most

Of course he will be the best brother to go to if you want to have some deep emotional talks, Dr. Feelings to the rescue, and though it hurts him to know you've been stabbed in the heart, he will be there through the whole break-up process! Cry session with tubs of ice cream or whatever sweets you desire, Mikey's a great cook so baking isn't that hard for him. He will listen to all the rants and raging that you need to get off your chest, adding in quips when necessary. Then when its time to detox fully, delete pictures, unfollow on all social medias, block their number, get rid of the gifts and physical reminders, he's there with a box, repeating how strong you are and that you don't need them nor these things!

Unlike Leo, if you and Mikey wanted something, a pair of puppy-dog eyes was better than one, even Donnie could not hold out for long if the begging was done by both of you at once, "Donnie c'mon pleaseeee set up the switch! We wanna play Mario Party!" "I thought we were gonna be playing Minecraft-" "You guys its easy you don't need me to set it up." "PLEASEEEEE"

And no doubt Mikey is whipping up your favorites in the kitchen. He loves to hear your heartfelt "thank yous!!!" and "Angieeee it's so tasty! 10 out of 10!!" You know exactly how to curry his favor when you go topside and grab him new ingredients to use. That and shooting compliment after compliment his way. Sometimes he will trust you to stir or cut up veggies when he has too many things going on at once in the kitchen. The vibes are immaculate when you get the aux cord to the speaker in the kitchen, the both of you singing out all kinds of music and going into little dance breaks when a song is just too good to not groove to!

[oddvanilla]

TODAY I PRANKED MY BSF SO BAD

so BASICALLY my bsf is dumb. Academically. And they usually give her an easier test because she can NOT read, so me and my new bsf decided we wanted to prank her by giving her a fake chemistry test that looks EXACTLY like our actual exams, and randomly switch the exam to ask questions about genshin because she loves genshin SO MUCH??

so last night I made a perfect copy of our actual midterm exams using a reference test and putting school logo and everything else...so I left the class and came back with the printed fake exam and I said the supervisor asked her to do chemistry now so she won't do it tomorrow, and me and my other bsf just couldnt STOP laughing because forget genshin, SHE CAN'T EVEN DO THE CHEMISTRY MOCK TEST ITSELF?

And we stood away and watched her eyes WIDEN when she was like "WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE?" and it was a question about Zhongli from genshin and I just CANT I FELL DOWN THE FLOOR AND STARTED ROLLING FROM LAUGHTER LIKE SHE WAS SAYING "wtf..is this real. Are you guys serious." AND THE REST OF THE EXAM WAS LIKE ALL GENSHIN

There were writing questions, and multiple choice, and we checked the paper ourselves and gave her a 16/20 because she randomly forgor how to write at the writing questions 😭😭

That's not the CRAZIEST part yet. when we confessed of it being a prank she dragged me to our chemistry teacher and was like "sir does this look like a chemistry exam?" And he was SO CONFUSED LIKE HE THOUGHT WE LEAKED THE EXAM LMAOOO we told him we were just pranking and he was like woww how about the school hires u to do the exams!!!

BUT DW MY BSF FINDS IT VERY FUNNY AND I WONT EVER FORGET THIS BECAUSE IT WAS SO FUN TO MAKE AND A HARMLESS JOKE LIKE I COULDN'T STOP ROLLING ON THE FLOOR AND MY BSF WAS LIKE CAN YOU GUYS DO THIS EVERYDAY??

Either way. The reaction was hilarious I bet she's fed up with me,, which I don't blame her because if I was in her place and that was my bestfriend I would have ENOUGH like she gets pranked everyday give this girl a break..but this is the most fun I've had in a while like it actually healed me and such a creative prank😭❤️‍🩹

[akagm]

Plato’s Pranks and the Lost City of Atlantis

It was a bright, sunlit day in Athens, 368 B.C., where the hustle and bustle of the city felt like the rhythm of life itself. The marketplace was alive with chatter as vendors hawked their goods and customers haggled for the best price. Amidst the crowd, two men stood off to the side, tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. Plato, now in his 60s, sat next to his longtime friend Neptune, a mischievous twinkle in both of their eyes.

Plato, with a sly grin, was busy with a small contraption. “Just a second,” he muttered, fiddling with a string attached to a gold coin. Neptune, barely able to contain his excitement, bounced on his heels. “Come on, Plato, what are we waiting for?” he urged. Plato gave him a knowing smile. “Alright, done. Mission’s a go!”

With a chuckle, the two old friends sprang to their feet and dashed through the alleyways, trying to contain their laughter. They came to a stop at a stone fence, crouching behind it for cover. Plato revealed his invention—a coin attached to a string, looking every bit like something only a philosopher would devise. Neptune’s eyes widened with anticipation. “So, what’s the plan?” he asked.

Plato’s grin grew wider. “We’re going to trick Alexander into thinking it’s his lucky day. I’ll throw the coin over the wall, and you’ll run and knock on the door. The coin will land right in front of him, and when he goes to grab it, I’ll yank it back!”

Neptune clapped his hands in glee. “Let’s do it!” He slapped his hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh too loudly. Plato readied the coin and, just as he was about to toss it, the sound of footsteps interrupted his concentration. A stranger appeared around the corner, eyeing the two of them curiously. “Hey, what are you guys up to?”

With a mischievous gleam in his eye, Plato responded, “A trick, my new friend. Watch and get ready to run.” He shot Neptune a wink before rearing back and flinging the coin high over the fence. It landed with a soft thud right at the foot of a nearby house. “Neptune, your turn!” Plato said, already shaking with laughter.

Neptune sprinted to the door of the house, knocked once, then dashed back behind the wall. The stranger, still utterly confused, stared at the scene unfolding in front of him. “What’s going on?” he muttered under his breath, clearly out of his depth. Neptune patted him on the shoulder. “You’ll see.”

Just then, the door creaked open, revealing a balding man with a suspicious look on his face. Alexander stepped out, his eyes scanning the area as if he expected something to go wrong. He paused when his gaze fell upon the coin lying innocently on the doorstep. His face lit up with excitement, and he bent to pick it up. Before he could get his hands on it, Plato yanked the string. The coin flew away, just out of reach. “Is that you, Neptune?” Alexander shouted.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Neptune and Plato jumped up, laughing uncontrollably. “You bet, Alexander!” Neptune shouted, his voice echoing in the narrow streets. The two friends ran off, their new companion trailing behind them in confusion. Alexander, flustered and red-faced, took off after them, but the chase ended before it could even begin. “Get out of here, Neptune!” Alexander shouted in exasperation.

Plato, always the last word, stopped mid-step and turned to shout back, “It’s Neptune and Plato, you fool!”

They rounded a corner, and all three collapsed against the wall in fits of laughter. After a moment of catching their breath, the stranger wiped his eyes, still chuckling. “Did you say your name was Plato?” he asked, looking at the older man with a mixture of admiration and disbelief.

Plato wiped a tear from his eye and nodded. “Indeed, I did. What’s your name, friend?”

The stranger stood straighter, suddenly more formal. “My name is Aristotle, sir. It’s an honor to meet you.” Aristotle’s face flushed with the excitement of meeting one of the most renowned philosophers in the land. “But… I didn’t expect you to be the type to pull pranks,” he added, still trying to process the spectacle he had just witnessed.

Plato raised an eyebrow, his tone slightly irritated. “Indeed, I am.” He let out a sigh, feeling the weight of Aristotle’s surprise. “I suppose I’m not as known for my sense of humor as I should be.” Neptune, sensing Plato’s discomfort, patted him on the back.

“It’s okay, Plates. Don’t let his words get to you,” Neptune said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. Plato gave him a grateful look, though a bit of frustration still lingered in his eyes. “It’s fine, Neptune. I’ve grown used to the ignorance.”

Aristotle’s face turned even redder, and he stammered, “I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to offend you. I just… I’m surprised, that’s all.”

Plato softened, giving Aristotle a long look before letting out another sigh. “It’s alright, boy. I can’t lay the blame on you. This has been happening since before your time.”

He took a few steps away from the group, gazing out at the sunset, the weight of years pressing down on him. “Try to be kind to everyone,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “Everyone’s fighting a tough battle. That’s a quote I find truer with every passing day.”

Aristotle, curious, asked, “What’s your battle, sir?”

Plato turned, a slight frown creasing his forehead. It was the first time anyone, aside from Neptune, had asked him such a question. “I am seen as a scholar,” he began, his voice tinged with a sadness he usually kept hidden. “A man of intellect, proper and serious. But no one ever expects me to have fun. And all the credit for our pranks always goes to Neptune.” He glanced at his old friend, who gave a theatrical bow, as if accepting the praise.

“I’m glad he gets the credit, at least,” Plato continued with a wry smile, “but a little recognition for myself would be nice.”

Aristotle, slightly confused, asked, “Isn’t that a good thing? You won’t get into any trouble.”

Plato chuckled bitterly. “I used to think so. But over time, I realized I wanted credit for these tricks. I wanted to show people I was more than just a philosopher.”

Aristotle’s mind raced, recalling stories he’d heard. “Wait… didn’t you have something to do with that election? The fake man, Seymour Butts?”

Neptune slapped his knee, laughing so hard he almost couldn’t speak. “Ah, our old friend Seymour,” he managed to say between gasps for air.

Plato smirked. “That was my idea. But one of my better ones was when we covered Alexander’s windows with black tar, and he thought the sun had disappeared.”

The group erupted into laughter once again, with Neptune adding, “My favorite was when we put buckets on doors, and everyone thought it was raining buckets. The Cloud Burst of Buckets!”

Aristotle, finally joining in, asked, “How can we help you get credit for your tricks?”

Plato’s laughter subsided, and he looked at Aristotle with a gleam in his eye. “Well,” he said, “I’ve learned to live with it. But… I have a plan. The greatest trick in history.”

Aristotle’s face lit up. “Tell me! What is it?”

Plato leaned in close, lowering his voice. “I’m writing a book. The Timaeus. And in it, I’ll include my greatest trick. But no one will suspect it. They’ll take it as truth because they would never expect me, of all people, to pull a prank.”

Aristotle eagerly agreed to keep the secret. “I’ll help however I can!”

Weeks passed, and Aristotle was at home, engrossed in his notes when a loud noise startled him. He jumped up, running to the door. A thud sounded outside, followed by a muffled voice. “Get up, Neptune! What the hell? Act like you’ve been here before.”

Aristotle threw open the door, scanning the empty street. Nothing. Until his eyes fell to the doorstep. There, on the ground, lay a book with a note on top. He picked it up and read the note:

“Here it is, my friend. I’ve completed the trick in my book The Timaeus. Flip to page sixty-nine • Plato”

Confused, Aristotle flipped through the book, searching for the page. When he found it, his confusion evaporated, replaced by a burst of laughter. He clutched his stomach, unable to contain himself. “The Lost City of Atlantis,” he gasped between laughs.

[halothenthehorns]

Chapter 6: I GET A SNEAK PEEK AT MY DEATH

Alex gasped dramatically when Nico read the new title. "Spoilers!"

"Spoiler alert," Percy waved at himself, "I'm not dead?" He couldn't help but phrase it as a question though, he still wasn't convinced now more than ever with Annabeth finally beside him feeling more real and more dreamlike than any of his adventures on the surface.

"Shh," Alex waved his hand about at Percy impatiently, "I'm talking about details man, the important stuff!"

If you want to be popular, don't come back from a mission with bad news.

"Finally, the secret to your success," Nico smirked.

"Don't go spreading that around," Percy said with a forced smile. "I might have to use that trick next time I want to sneak away."

"Some of us don't even need to lie about it," Annabeth muttered. She'd escape all the time to find a nice place in the forest to nest and be alone when she needed to collect her thoughts. She'd mapped out the place to perfection these past days with Percy gone and probably slain more monsters on record, though she doubted Clarisse would ever admit to it.

... demigods or gods or really, really lost pizza delivery guys. (It's happened, long story.)

Alex spluttered in distress he might have this story passed over.

"Okay, okay," Percy chuckled, more than happy to pass this camp wisdom along. "You know, looking back, she might have stumbled out of the Labyrinth."

"She just, appeared from the forest with three boxes," Annabeth nodded. "We probably owe Tyson an apology for that, I was convinced you had put him up to this getting her inside."

"I don't think Tysons's ever even used a phone, though I bet he'd love to try," Percy chuckled.

"But it happened, like, three times in a month," Will reminded, "that's a pattern, no way they all fell into the Labyrinth and managed to get out in one piece. Connor's convinced it's Hermes trying to prank his kids."

"And I'm still convinced the Aphrodite kids are carb-cheating and trying to hide it with their own secret backdoor they haven't shared," Percy shrugged.

"So you guys don't actually know how pizza carrying mortals get in?" Alex insisted.

"Nope," all three campers nodded.

"I'm convinced it's Mr. D.," Thalia reminded, "just because he can snap his fingers and make a pizza appear doesn't mean it has that same taste."

"I bet I can find out," Nico's voice sounded hesitant, but happy. "I can send out skeletons to patrol and find out, if it's a security risk."

"Um," Annabeth looked at him in surprise, but smiled without hesitation. "Yeah, that'd be cool."

"So does Nico get some kind of trophy for solving one of Camp's greatest mysteries, or," Jason trailed off with a smirk.

"He gets a pat on the back and one free pizza," Percy rolled his eyes. "For all we know he's going to bust Chiron."

Hey, it was more recognition than Nico had ever gotten in the past, so he wasn't going to complain.

...lookout was Connor Stoll from the Hermes cabin.

Nico glanced swiftly at Will and away. He'd said his crush on Connor had 'faded,' but he didn't know what the hell that meant. He wasn't even sure he could call his own crush on Percy as faded as he'd like.

Will didn't start gushing about him or even seem that interested in sharing some Connor Fun Fact at all, actually, his face was rather somber. It might have been Connor that told Will about the news Percy was there to deliver, which wasn't exactly a happy time.

When he spotted me, he got so excited he fell out of his tree.

"Real stealthy, ninja kid there," Thalia chuckled.

"And we're all so grateful for it," Annabeth sighed. They caused enough trouble by being as sneaky as Percy in a candy store.

...so unlike my old enemy Luke it's hard to believe they're all sons of Hermes.

Luke's scar, that he got on the quest that ruined his relationship with his father, ruining the 'family resemblance' he had with the rest of his siblings, struck Annabeth so hard her breath blasted out. When he'd come back, covered in blood-stained rags, that same look in his eye she'd seen in Percy. The way he'd given up, changed.

... "Oh, no. Poor Silena, when she finds out-" Together we climbed the sand dunes.

That was, it?! Magnus was stunned at the way Connor immediately jumped from sorrow to worrying about Silena and just walking along with Percy. There hadn't even been a full second to process that.

He glanced at Will, who similarly had barely blinked at what had happened to Beckendorf. It had been brutal to the extreme, and he was just, used to it. This kind of news that happened so much around camp.

Magnus shivered; and he'd begun to worry about himself becoming numb to the misery of others on the streets.

... Percy's back, they were probably thinking... saved the day! Maybe brought souvenirs!

"You really should get a collection going of something Perce," Thalia nodded he was slacking. "Wall of monster trophies, you've already got one started."

"Think your head would look better next to the Nemean Lion or the dragon?" Percy smirked.

"Pfft, I deserve that Princess Andromeda head or nothing," she said with her head held high.

Percy couldn't do more than force out a chuckle, that ship should never have exploded with who all was aboard, but Thalia had finally managed to wipe away that miserable look from his face. Annabeth smiled with pride their friendship had only seemed to grow stronger during this mess while she was already falling into the trick of getting lost in the past.

...No sense rushing down there to tell them what a loser I was.

"You are not a loser!" Annabeth said at once.

Percy frowned at her sharp tone, like she was calling him an idiot for thinking himself a loser.

Her fingers flexed in frustration, the urge to grab him and kiss him and love him with all her heart again until he believed it as much as she did.

"You, are, my best friend," she forced herself to choose her words carefully so as not to scare him to run behind his new friends. "And, brave, and the most impulsive idiot I will ever meet, and so stubborn it's infuriating, but none of that makes you a loser."

"The getting Beckendrof killed part didn't help," he said, still watching her intently. He still seemed so unsure of himself, so unlike her confident boyfriend who had strolled through camp these last months laughing without a care in the world, sending her constant IM's about a monster following him home and what his mom had made for dinner.

"But you didn't," her hand did take his back, holding it tight. "You did everything you could for him. Kronos did this, Percy, you were just forced into being there."

"Nobody forced me there," he said at once, head snapping up to hold her eyes steady now.

She smiled, and he sighed. "Or Beckendorf," he grumpily concluded.

"I understand you feel bad, and guilty, and responsible for him, but don't hold on to it Percy. You can let it go." She promised, words that she needed to tell herself more than once before walking the same steps Luke had over every inch of that Camp.

Percy seemed to believe her though, slowly nodding and taking a long time to look away.

It should have been awkward and embarrassing as hell for the two to look away and realize they had a whole audience watching this, but frankly, after Percy's life had been on display for them for days now it didn't even phase him. Annabeth blushed, but not by that much, she was used to being the center of gossip for Camp as Nico kept reading like nothing had happened.

... tried to remember how Camp Half-Blood looked the first time I ever saw it.

It was a weirdly similar feeling, Percy agreed with his past self. How much had changed, how much had stayed the same. The melancholy detachment of how everything was one shade off of normal from a 'regular' camp, how everything should be raining, dreary, covered in black for another death he'd been involved in.

Where had Beckendorf been standing, his last moments here? Had he waved goodbye to his siblings and called Blackjack from his cabin door without looking back? Had he been holding Silena close and promising her he'd come home? Had he stood by Thalia's tree, looking out rather than in, excited for his future?

That seemed like a bajillion years ago.

Annabeth chuckled in agreement. She still remembered the first time she'd laid eyes on him, only seeing a prize to get out of camp. Convinced he was another child of Zeus to rescue her again, the scrawny kid who drooled. She never knew he was the someone for her she'd always needed.

...curled around the tree trunk, lending up smoke signals as he snored.

"Who is he contacting?" Alex asked seriously.

"Laydon, I'm still convinced they're best buds," Jason snorted.

In some ways, the camp hadn't changed... see it in the faces of all coming up hill.

Jason tried to relax back into his seat and focus on this a little better. Grover should be about to pop up again, that was always distracting...though he gave a traitorous glance to Thalia as he wondered for the millionth time why that could be. Did she know about his camp too and never let on like Nico had come out and said he did? There had to be satyrs wandering his camp as well, maybe he had a best friend there like Percy did and that's why he always wanted to hear more about him.

The idea didn't track with how his first instinct to hear of satyrs and naiads being so, useful. It always surprised him to hear they were doing anything around camp other than just being the decorative plants they manifested from.

... It's hard to enjoy practical jokes when your whole life feels like one.

Annabeth and Will exchanged a look heavier than Atlas could bear. Percy had no clue just how hard that hit. The place was so different from when they'd first come it was almost a different world. These past months after the Titan war, with kids stumbling over the line every few days now and the thrill of being alive had almost felt like a dream rather than how the place always should have been.

... MY OTHER CAR IS A CENTAUR and a bow slung over his back.

They got a pretty good laugh out of that shirt at least, Alex of course having to ask, "please tell me he also has one saying horses are wheelchair accessible?"

"I'm sure you can make him one Alex," Annabeth chuckled, then she turned to Percy and said, "I saw one in the store the other day that reminded me of you." No need for him to know she'd broken down sobbing in a changing room because of it. "It said, dyslexics are teople poo."

"That's completely hurtful and not at all accurate," Percy sniffed, "obviously to a real dyslexic those words would be just gibberish."

She laughed, trying to hide a slight hiccup at how fuzzy her head felt to be sitting next to him still, to just be having fun again.

... I'll admit my heart did a little relay race in my chest when I saw her.

Annabeth couldn't help a smile, it was almost a smirk. It was certainly a confidence boost she'd sorely needed at that time to hear. As blunt as Percy could be with his words, he rarely paid her a compliment, and it was nice to hear. She hadn't gotten to the point where he met Rachel or Calypso yet, so she tried to store this in her head now for comparison's sake later, especially after she'd just read how impressive he'd found Circe.

. . . well, that we might get past the strangle-each-other phase.

Annabeth watched those around the room laugh, outright, not even trying to hide it. She blushed, just a bit, at how unsubtle she'd been in here about how they clearly had moved past that, even if Percy couldn't remember, but it was a very uncomfortable feeling too, to know they'd all heard witness to the first time she'd kissed him. Like looking back on the memory and now seeing six people laughing at one of her most confusing memories. She really didn't know how Percy had been doing this for so long.

"What happened?" She grabbed my arm. "Is Luke—"

Percy felt like he'd been stabbed. He flinched away from her and quickly went to studying his shoelaces intently and wondering why he'd never bothered to buy blue ones.

Annabeth watched with a heavy wince of her own. She scrambled in her mind to say something, anything to make that sound better but came up blank. "I'm sorry," was all that came out, eyes miles above his head, absolutely useless after the way he'd just made her feel.

Percy glanced back at her wearily. She'd never apologized before for anything about Luke. "It's, um, it's okay," he promised. "It was, the point of the mission, you've always been, um, very focused." One of the many things he admired about her, she had a way better attention span than he ever would.

She wished she could say more, but she'd never really been able to talk to Percy about Luke...she'd never been able to talk to anyone about Luke really except for Chiron, and he wasn't here right now to nod or shake his head on how to approach this.

Not that she needed Chiron's advice on how to talk to Percy...it just would have been nice right now with her stomach churning up a storm.

...Silena Beauregard pushed through the crowd.

Oh, and the one person to make this all ten times worse, Percy ducked his head and took a painful breath, like his lungs were filled with ice. He'd rather Kronos or Luke or Grover show up right about now to try and kill him than this!

..."Where's Charlie?" she demanded, looking around like he might be hiding.

They didn't even know if he liked surprises. They'd only heard about him in passing as often as Clarisse, but the pain rippling through every line of Percy's face, the way Nico read with such soft respect made them all feel as if they'd lost a good friend, made the tragedy they were apart from still somehow hit home.

... felt like someone had stolen the anchor for the entire camp.

A rough smile flickered across Alex's face, he opened his mouth with a clear callous comment before closing it again just as fast. Magnus understood that, the defiance against your feelings and your first thought being something nobody else was going to relate to. He nudged Alex gently, just with the back of his fingers on his arm so he could ignore it easily, but he glanced over with his two toned eyes to see Magnus sign 'same.'

Finally Clarisse from the Ares cabin came forward.

Jason braced himself, for what even he wasn't sure. A declaration of war to come out of her mouth, like they weren't already in the thick of that? Some well-meaning advice that would fall on deaf ears until Chris showed up to tow her away? He hoped that Silena at least heard that she was trying, that Clarisse did care about all of the campers.

She put her arm around Silena. They had one of the strangest friendships ever,

"Uh," Nico stuttered in surprise.

"When did that happen?" Jason agreed blankly.

"Started hanging out last summer," Percy shrugged, "I only heard bits and pieces as to why."

"I'm just proud you noticed at all," Annabeth chuckled.

"Annabeth, I'd be surprised if Zeus didn't notice this," Percy told her.

... Clarisse had decided she was Silena's personal bodyguard.

"Aw," Magnus said with the biggest smile.

Annabeth smiled with him, still completely confused as to why he was here. Even a Titan couldn't be so out of touch he'd pull in a mortal, no matter how similar they looked. He still had that same big ol' grin from when he was a kid and could weasel extra cookies out of anybody, but there was something in his eyes, the gray they shared...maybe something a little too similar in their dark depths that shouldn't be there in him.

..."Come on, let's get to the Big House. I'll make you some hot chocolate."

Hot chocolate was not going to fix that hurt, Nico winced. Still, he kept playing in his mind how these kids would have reacted if Percy had just announced the news to camp about Bianca's death, if Nico had his world ripped apart and taken it out in front of everyone. Would he have been offered hot chocolate and a friend?

He had a feeling he'd get something closer to what was coming for Percy, an interrogation of events and a war council meeting.

... Nobody was excited to see me now. Nobody wanted to hear about the blown-up ship.

Will had been in the infirmary at the time with Jason Campbell, who had a bad burn from the lava wall. He'd heard the news fast enough that night. It had been surreal, to hear another year around camper gone like that. There were so few of them left...

Only Annabeth and Chiron stayed behind.

"Where's Grover?" Jason asked in surprise.

"He," Percy halted like his best friend had just headbutted him. "He's been, missing," he whispered in horror, rubbing the side of his head as the memory swept back into him. Not being able to contact him, Grover just falling off the grid. It wasn't like him, not at all. Even with all his recent travlings to spread the word of Pan, he'd still always made contact with Camp and Percy. There had just been silence, for two months.

Jason couldn't help his mind immediately twisting off into the worst case scenario. Of Luke kidnapping him and holding him captive better than Polyphemus had managed. Grover was dead and the empathy link had worn off enough Percy never got wind of it.

He didn't say any of it, not out loud, not with Beckendorf's death still so heavily inlaid in those who knew him, but it was a horrifying feeling to start the day the task of winning already seemed hopeless when all of Percy's most trusted allies were already falling left and right.

Annabeth wiped a tear from her cheek. "I'm glad you're not dead, Seaweed Brain."

"The highest compliment I've ever been given," Percy grinned at her.

"Stick around, I might even say glad you're still alive at some point," she rolled her eyes.

He leaned close, to whisper just to her, "I'm not going anywhere again."

"Good," she whispered back, eyes still straight ahead on the book, but their hands easily finding each other again.

...the plan was so scary I didn't mind keeping it a secret.

"I can't believe you actually managed to keep something like that from me," Annabeth sounded grudgingly impressed. "The details of your first prophecy I understood, we hadn't known each other that well yet, but this?" She smacked his arm with a knowing smirk. He looked blankly at his arm and back at her, his skin and stomach at battle who would cause him the most distress while his brain rebelled in his head like an earthquake. The answer felt like it was sitting right in front of him, but it was really distracting to have Annabeth between his eyes instead while smiling at him.

...they exchanged looks, like they knew something I didn't. I hated when they did that.

"By the way," Alex began in a level voice that still sounded a little ominous. "We owe you a hell of a headache for all the times you've done that!" It was no guess who he was addressing even if his two-toned eyes hadn't been piercing Annabeth. "I recall Jason mentioning chair straps to put you through what we did!"

"I, um, said it nicer," Jason said with a very pale face as he shrank into his seat.

"He did not," Percy sniffed, "and I'd help. You have no clue how often you drove all of us nuts with that!"

Annabeth didn't even look guilty, just exasperated, while Thalia waved on Nico to keep going before that escalated further. Nico was tempted not to though, it would have felt like great retribution...but then Will tightened his arm around him just slightly. Enough he could feel the intent, Will was not aching for a real squabble to break out right now. Frankly, he'd like to be able to exit the continent at his leisure too if they did more than joke about it.

... Annabeth, we will show Percy the truth, all of it. Let's go to the attic."

Percy ground his teeth in frustration that's all it had taken to convince them, but it eased out with his next breath anyways. There was a part of him that never wanted to hear the whole thing, it's not like it had ever done him a lick of good in the past to hear a full prophecy before a quest. If he never knew, he'd never have to face the reality that his choice, the thing the whole world hinged on, might not have anything to do with him at all and maybe, for once, Annabeth and Chiron had the whole thing way out of proportion.

Yeah, and Zeus was going to send him a birthday gift.

...been to the attic three times, which was three times more than I wanted to.

"Ah, come on, you know you wanted to go at least once," Alex insisted. "Curiosity and all that, you would have snuck up there the first day someone told you it was off-limits."

Percy sighed and muttered a bit because he knew he wasn't wrong.

... wondered how Chiron was going to get up there, but he didn't try.

"The house wouldn't just, expand for him?" Jason asked in surprise. His wheelchair did, he figured Mr. D had lost enough pinochle games that he'd been bribed into modifying everything around there for him.

Thalia didn't really think he'd put the Oracle up there as a place of honor though. While she usually dwelled in caves, they were supposed to be her home. This felt shameful, something Chiron didn't want to sit around looking at for any length of time, nor have the other kids question it to much.

...STOLEN FROM CHRYSAOR'S HONDA CIVIC, BY GUS, SON OF HERMES, 1988.

Alex still leered at the book, a sense of longing to get his hands on every bit of that. It sounded like the kind of junkyard he spent his regular hours in, pouring through mounds of objects every day and always managing to find something worth taking back to his nest.

I picked up a curved bronze sword so badly bent it looked like the letter M.

"Cool," Magnus chuckled.

"It's a good thing we don't all get weapons that are just our name," Percy snorted. "I can't imagine swinging a P around would intimidate as many monsters."

..."You remember Briares throwing those boulders?" I asked.

"Vividly," Jason savored. "Though I'm offended on Briares' part his name isn't on that tag."

"It's possible whoever recovered it didn't know," Will shrugged. "Plenty of kids went back to that field after the fact."

"Or didn't know how to spell it," Nico chuckled.

...when she thought I was going to die and she kissed me. She cleared her throat and looked away.

Annabeth swallowed and poorly hid her blush by brushing her hair into her face. To ashamed to admit that, though that memory came to mind too, it rivaled with Luke shouting in a voice not his own, trying to topple a mountain on her. The two were so tangled together in her mind. Even now, months later, she still couldn't seem to find a way to separate the two without Luke and Kronos looming in every page of Percy's life with her.

"Prophecy." "Right." I put down the scimitar. "Prophecy."

"Prophecy!" Jason yipped like he had the hiccups, clearly to gloss over that awkward silence.

"He's had this weird habit of freaking out over the number three," Percy explained to Annabeth in a tired voice.

"Seems reasonable," she smiled as if nothing had happened.

... Glassy eyes stared out of her leathery face. Just looking at her made my skin crawl.

Annabeth hadn't been surprised, upon Percy first meeting her, that he'd felt her presence, knew it for what it was. She used to sneak up there, her first few weeks at Camp, asking her questions and so fascinated by the feeling of being watched. She'd grown frustrated her quest was never given and once chucked a Collectors Hercules Waterbottle at her though, so, it was probably a good thing she wasn't as sentient as Rachel.

...used to be, you had to come up here to get a quest. This summer that rule had been tossed... had no choice if we wanted to stop Kronos.

Magnus swallowed the question of how many had come back. He didn't need to see the heartbreak in their eyes to know the number wasn't zero.

... for the "Great Prophecy" I half expected her to start tap dancing or something.

"I want fireworks!" Alex grinned, "no, wait, you guys do that every summer. Um, collective mass telling, the whole camp gets to see the illusion! Or, or," he was waving his hand frantically for something to top that at himself.

"She's already told the property once Alex," Annabeth reminded with a smile for him. "I'm sorry, but there was no grand retelling."

"Buzzkill!" He groaned.

Annabeth hoped he meant the Oracle and not her, she'd been called that plenty and it didn't feel great.

But she just sat there like she was dead, which she was.

"Thank you for reminding that's a literal animated corpse," Magnus shivered. "I know where I'm going to avoid when the zombie apocalypse happens."

"Good instincts," Nico nodded fairly, "considering that place would likely be ground zero with all the other cursed items up there."

"Our home isn't cursed," Will pouted.

"It's not feeling very blessed lately," Percy muttered. Thalia's tree had felt like the only thing holding it all together some days.

"I never understood this," I whispered...

Annabeth started to say something, then changed her mind. "Let's just get out of here."

Nico tried to suppress a relieved sigh she hadn't just said, 'oh, Hades cursed her,' and moved on, because that's all his dad was ever known for or cared about around there, what he'd done wrong. The story in detail wasn't any more pleasant, but a part of him still expected everyone else to just focus on that.

...Annabeth took out a roll of parchment no bigger than her pinky.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Percy blurted with capital offense at Annabeth. "All these years I could have gone up there and grabbed it!"

"You didn't give the secret passcode," Thalia mildly patted his shoulder while Annabeth just smiled at him. "She might have chucked you out the window."

"Annabeth, or the Oracle?" Jason frowned.

"Probably both," Magnus said with a raised brow as he studied her. The look on her face was strange, almost like she was having fun with this trip down memory lane. It took him a moment to realize why he found it so odd.

She'd so rarely smiled like that in their youth.

... I read this when I was ten years old, and I still have nightmares about it."

"Hey!" Percy spluttered, again. "When we were in the sea of monsters you said you didn't know the whole thing!"

"The time wasn't right," Annabeth repeated stubbornly while Percy kept scowling at her.

"Great," I said. "Can I read it now?"

"All those nightmares to catch up on," Magnus frowned.

"They need some variety," Percy answered with a scowl still on her.

...I didn't know it then, but it would be the last time I ever visited the attic.

"Ominous!" Jason tried to splutter around a deprecating laugh.

"Oooeeoo," Alex tried to make strange alien noises, because this wasn't the first 'feeling' of Percy's that had come true.

Annabeth had a pretty good poker face to give nothing away, along with the others who knew as usual, so they couldn't even get any better of a guess out of that.

The senior counselors had gathered around the Ping-Pong table. Don't ask me why,

"First rule of the war council," Thalia smirked, "nobody ever asks Percy why anything's going on."

"He's usually the cause of it," Annabeth nodded.

"I feel the need to move," Percy groaned in betrayal of the girl on either side.

"You're exactly where you always sit in a war council so it's nothing new," Thalia sniffed.

...When we came in, it looked more like a shouting match.

"Isn't that what war rooms are supposed to be used for?" Alex shrugged.

"No," Jason frowned. He always hated when these meetings were shown, it caused an itch in his brain he'd probably gouge his skull out before getting to.

...She called the spear "Maimer." Behind her back, everybody else called it "Lamer.")

"We do not," Will tried to say with dignity.

"Travis told me someone from the Apollo cabin came up with that," Annabeth looked around at him suspiciously.

"And you believed him?" Will gave her a wounded look.

Annabeth chuckled and turned back away, but Nico smiled to himself as Will's studious expression started to get cracks in it.

...in the midst of yelling at Michael Yew,

Will tried hard to suppress his flinch. He had no reason for that to hit him so hard, he'd known this was coming, and he hadn't been guiltless in this coming squabble.

...Michael had taken over the Apollo cabin after Lee Fletcher died in battle last summer.

Annabeth still wasn't sure who this narration was for. She'd toyed with ideas in her head last night, everywhere from an alternate reality, to Percy writing these and Apollo pulling this entire stunt to get all this on record and then wiping Percy's memory of it, but her ultimate conclusion was just being kind of sad at how distant some of it felt. Like Percy needed to remind himself coming back every summer from when he was out in the real world. She'd been having to do that staying with her dad a few times, run down the list of all the people at camp to make sure she wouldn't forget them.

Michael stood four feet six, with another two feet of attitude. He reminded me of a ferret, with a pointy nose and scrunched-up features, either because he scowled so much or because he spent too much time looking down the shaft of an arrow.

Will giggled. It was a rough, uncomfortable feeling in the back of his throat, but a bubbling up from his heart he didn't try to fight. It really had been to long since he'd heard anyone make such jokes about his brother, and Percy just doing it out of the blue now caused a warmth at what he knew Micheal would have responded with. Thalia had nothing on what he could do with those arrows.

..."It's our loot! If you don't like it, you can kiss my quiver!"

"What did Clarisse do now?" Magnus asked in fond exasperation.

"Hey, don't assume all those Apollo kids are innocent rays of sunshine," Jason said with a smirk at Will.

"Muah?" Will pressed his hand to his heart with a look that really would have fooled anyone he had no clue what Jason could be talking about. Percy was a bit jealous how he'd perfected such an act.

...arguing about something as stupid as loot, when she'd just lost Beckendorf.

Will could only imagine it starting as some innocent throwaway line Clarisse had made to try and distract her. Silena had always been a good mediator, Clarisse might have been fishing for a solution before it all went to hell, and the distraught girl hadn't even noticed a thing.

"STOP IT!" I yelled. "What are you guys doing?"

Annabeth tried to cover her mouth to hide the smile on her face, the exact same reaction she'd had back then. Magnus watched in mild amusement not knowing that but guessing it all the same for how her eyes darted around guiltily, passing over everyone before landing back on Percy as she tried to straighten her face out.

He wasn't sure if she was laughing at the oh so usual, 'Percy has no clue what's going on,' like Nico blatantly was, or if she found his usual inability to stay out of a problem charming. He'd guess the second.

... She hasn't spoken for three days." "It's been wonderful," Travis Stoll said wistfully.

"That boy is achin' for a breakin'," Will groaned.

"The real question is where Clarisse would start. I'd bet with his jaw," Alex nodded.

...Clarisse turned to Chiron. "You're in charge, right?

"Exactly how long has she been there again?" Jason shook his head. "I honestly want to know how long before she's decided to ask that question."

"She showed up a few months after we-" Annabeth paused before moving on as if nothing had happened, "I did. I'm pretty sure she dumped whoever was head of Ares into the toilet the next day and thought she was running the place until this moment."

"That would not surprise me," Jason nodded his head in thanks.

... We're just supposed to show up and fight when you need us, and not complain!"

This had quickly gone from mildly entertaining to deeply uncomfortable. Clarisse had let it be known plenty in the past she thought she deserved more respect for her father's name, but it hadn't come up again since Percy let her take credit for the Fleece.

It did not feel great this was bursting out now, of all times, when the camp should be banding together. What could be so important Clarisse was risking that?

...Are any of you going to side with me?" None of them met Clarisse's eyes.

Nico was stunned at the words out of his mouth. He'd always seen the Camp as a Him vs Them, all of the cabins having at least one unified goal in disliking his dad. Here Clarisse was, having the same feelings of isolation, that they were only good for a fight on a very tight leash.

Percy winced with particular guilt for his past self. He knew that feeling intimately when not one of the head counselors had told Zoe he was the one who needed to go on that quest.

...Clarisse turned to Silena. "...I apologize. To you. Nobody else."

It was the way she'd felt the need to clarify that, that had forced Annabeth to swallow another laugh. For as long as she'd known Clriasse, she'd never known her to apologize to anyone. She had to make very sure people knew who it was meant for.

Silena didn't seem to register her words.

Which had made the entire room go from awkward embarrassment to depressing, Percy sighed. Whoever thought he'd miss the meetings with cheez-whiz and Dionysus looking at wine magazines.

... Until I get satisfaction, no one in my cabin is lifting a finger to help. Have fun dying."

That Clarisse cared about her home hadn't been in question since the Bad Cow incident, but the slowly trickling idea that she cared about people hadn't really been shown much except for the few, spotty moments with Percy, and occasionally Will's observation. This moment should have felt selfish, but there was a part of Jason that completely understood why she was doing this. Everyone had their breaking point, and she was sick of being everyone's tool, just used over and over again without a single care for how she might need a change.

The counselors were all too stunned to say anything as Clarisse stormed out of the room.

"Nobody went after her?" Jason demanded.

Annabeth held her head high. "We had more important matters to discuss."

"Then half your war force stalking out?" He scowled.

"You-" Annabeth began hotly, but stopped with such a wince, Percy looked around to make sure nobody had thrown something at her. His heart began to race, his breath blasted out with the force of a dragon stepping on his chest. Annabeth regretted this, she wasn't even going to fight back, and he needed to remember why-

"Sorry Percy," she whispered, pulling his hand into her lap, rubbing the back of it gently until Riptide fell from his clenched hand onto the floor.

He shook his head slowly from side to side, not as if ignoring her, just concentrating on something very hard.

When she squeezed again and Percy's eyes fluttered open, Nico decided to keep reading before they started making out, or Jason's distasteful look got a full recharge, neither of which would evolve well.

Finally Michael Yew said, "Good riddance."

Magnus winced like he expected Clarisse to come smashing through the wall to gut him. Will winced with him because he wouldn't have been surprised.

... "Her pride has been wounded. She'll calm down." But he didn't sound convinced.

Nobody in here was either, not even Annabeth. If Silena hadn't pulled what she did, the Ares cabin might have been the only half-bloods left alive after that day, and not for long.

... I looked at Annabeth and she mouthed the words I'll tell you later.

"You could probably read her lips as well as Hearth from how often that happens," Magnus rolled his eyes.

"Who's Hearth?" Annabeth asked cautiously, he'd seemed very upset about that person earlier.

"My friend," Magnus said at once, his smile sad, and longing. "He's deaf," he paused, considered for a moment, then shrugged, and said, "and an elf."

"There are, elves?" Annabeth sounded more mildly surprised than anything, of course, like confirmation Grover had eaten a gold watch than really concerned at the results.

"Apparently," Magnus seemed a tad disappointed, like he'd wanted to shock his cousin with something for a change and it clearly hadn't gone to plan.

... Percy has brought something I think you should hear. The Great Prophecy."

Jason still looked like he'd been the one slighted, just leaving Clarisse out of this, not giving her problem some priority so that everyone could be involved in this. He'd never sit aside and let someone in the Senate be so ignored-

The thought burst apart like someone had popped his balloon, leaving the tatters to flutter around, useless to grasp at.

Nico felt his shiver of distress and glanced over, but by the time he did Jason's face was stoic and calm like nothing had happened.

... my fingers fumbled with the string. I uncurled the paper, trying not to rip it,

"That would be just my luck," Percy grumbled. "Would the Oracle come down and burn the message into my forehead?"

"She might be tempted," Annabeth said with twitching lips, imagining Rachel chasing him around with a tiki-torch if he ever ripped one of her paintings, "but I think you'd get a pass."

Percy grunted like he didn't believe her and the others didn't blame him.

and began to read:

"A half-blood of the eldest dogs-"

"Er, Percy?" Annabeth interrupted. "That's gods. Not dogs."

"It would have been so much cooler to figure out what that one meant though," Alex grinned. "Cerberus? Did Zeus have a dog he abandoned?"

"Zeus is the youngest," Thalia corrected mildly.

"Did Aphrodite have a dog who was once her boyfriend?" Alex continued with somehow even more energy.

"Well I'm personally glad it was about, who, it turned out to be about," Annabeth said. She sounded almost stern, like she was afraid Alex's joking around would change the course of the universe. Thalia had a feeling she was just having a few flashbacks to that day and didn't know how else to make Alex stop. Regardless, it worked.

....

"And see the world in endless sleep,

The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap."

... how could the world fall into endless sleep, unless that meant death?

Percy hated every word of that. The way his gut swirled like cotton candy ready to disintegrate on him. To much, this was to much, it was making him nauseous wanting to understand but knowing he shouldn't but the answer was burning something in him.

Annabeth shifted beside him, her blond hair tickling the side of his neck. He swatted it away, the flash image of a bronze color flickering in and out of his mind easily as he turned to grumble at her again about withholding all this from him and that she was right and he'd never admit it because he might have freaked out this whole time ever drawing his own blade. None of it made it to his lips as he just stared at her for a few moments watching Nico attentively read.

.."A single choice shall- shall end his days.

'End his days?' Alex noted with interest that Thalia couldn't have even been a contender then...but the language of most did tend to compress he/ his/ him into the human itself rather than a specific gender. It was an interesting note all the same to him how this would play out, how specific Percy's role in this would be in all this.

..."I know what it means," I grumbled. "Olympus to preserve or raze."

"Well that all sounds, not great," Magnus was now very convinced Percy must not actually be sixteen yet, because that all sounded like doomsday. Annabeth had made it sound like it came to pass moments ago though? He'd always been on the fence just how much these guys knew of the future context of this.

The room was silent. Finally Connor Stoll said, "Raise is good, isn't it?"

"Depends on which kind," Annabeth muttered, vividly remembering all the kinds that had gone on during her quest.

"Not raise," Silena said. Her voice was hollow, I was startled to hear her speak at all. "R-a-z-e means destroy."

"Did she, get a sneak peek at that to see this?" Jason asked why she'd know to clarify that any better than he would without seeing it.

"Pretty sure it was just that gloom and doom attitude she's in," Thalia said not unkindly, but considering her mindset, Silena would be assuming the worst about everything right now. Jason nodded without really looking at her.

...Everybody was looking at me—with concern, or pity, or maybe a little fear.

Percy was still amazed by how rarely that happened in here. Maybe it was because Thalia had always been in here to reign in the worst sides of him, maybe it was because all of them had a partial death wish that he could tell, but it felt nice not to have those kinds of looks so familiar to him it took a second to recognize them.

..."Without realizing I was going to die in the end anyway?" I said. "Yeah, I get it."

"Spoilery enough Alex?" Percy sighed.

"What part of details did you not get?" Alex scoffed. "Unless you spontaneously burst into dust, you're disqualified from this category Percy!"

Percy blinked for a few moments before deciding that was the first time he'd ever been happy about being disqualified for something before.

Chiron gazed at me sadly.... He probably knew better than to try to reassure me.

"Guess I've always appreciated his candor more than his platitudes," Annabeth said.

Percy just looked at her blankly, but he got the idea. She'd never gone around getting warm hugs from him either, just a good ear.

... "A single choice shall end his days. That has tons of meanings, right?"

"Maybe end your days as a hero?" Magnus offered. "You get forced into retirement by the gods after all the shit you've pulled."

"I'd be okay with that?" Percy said with an awkward smile if this was his dad's idea of helping him. It sounded like the best option by far anyway.

... As a general rule, I preferred not to have my soul reaped.

"What about reaped with rewards?" Jason offered, but his smile was lackluster. "Reaped can be a bountiful harvest."

"More than one soul, got it," Percy groaned, he was probably taking everyone he cared about down with him.

Thalia smacked his shoulder. "Stop being so depressing, you're not dead!"

"Thanks for the reminder," Percy said honestly, though it still bothered him more every time it happened how little he felt it when she did that.

... I felt defiant and angry, though I wasn't sure who at.

Annabeth had always admired that about him, even when she wanted to call him an idiot for it. How he could focus that anger and achieve anything.

"The universe itself at this point," Magnus assured that was perfectly normal.

"It seems to get the job done with you," Alex agreed brightly.

"I don't need time. If I die, I die. I can't worry about that, right?"

"Sure," Thalia drew that out in painful sarcasm, before closing her eyes and rubbing her temple. Clearly wondering how he was alive, like the rest of them usually felt.

Annabeth's hands were shaking a little. She wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Let's move on," I said.

Her hands weren't shaking now, but there was still a chip of fear in her stormy eyes he was starting to worry would never vanish. He couldn't just blame that on delayed adrenaline from hearing about Beckendorf.

She'd known he was probably going to die from the moment she met him, and still gotten close to him, chose to get to know him.

He knew what she was really afraid of. That he'd leave her, for real this time, just like everybody else had to her. He'd already done it at least twice against his will. And there was nothing he could do to stop that.

His anger at this idea finally burned away the last of his guilt and fear, about Beckendorf and the unknown. He would find a way to fix this one thing, by getting all his memories back, by making sure at least that never happened to her again.

... silver scythe pendant he'd used to communicate with someone at camp. Silena started to cry again, and Annabeth put an arm around her shoulders.

Months later and Annabeth still wanted to kick herself for not guessing what had been right in front of her. How hard Silena had shook, the sobs she'd barely been suppressing. She and Beckendorf had only dated a year, if that...but she glanced at Percy and sighed at her cold, calculated train of thought. Her mother's pride just couldn't trump what she knew she really regretted, which was nearly every single choice about the day that ended all of this. The ones she hadn't been a part of, that couldn't make a difference.

... It must be somebody who knew him well."

... he glanced at Annabeth.... but Connor looked away quickly. "Um, I mean, it could be anybody."

Annabeth smiled, which was weird because she never laughed at their jokes.

She was smiling because Percy had noticed that, and Connor had probably pissed himself at the look on Percy's face now she hadn't noticed. She was smiling because she'd expected a comment like that, and hated herself for everything she couldn't tell Luke to make him be Their spy.

"Yes." Katie Gardner frowned at the Stoll brothers... "Like one of Luke's siblings."

"Apparently Katie's forgotten Luke doesn't care about them anymore than he does anyone else," Alex bitterly reminded of what had been done to Chris.

Annabeth winced, and then looked to Percy like she expected him to say something. He looked from her to Thalia in a panic what the heck was he supposed to do about that?!

Nothing, apparently, as Annabeth turned back to watching Nico like nothing had happened. All the same, the smallest part of her was angry that they'd all been saying stuff like that about Luke, and Percy had likely just been casually agreeing, or saying worse himself.

..."Stop!" Silena banged the table so hard her hot chocolate spilled.

"She didn't have to waste perfectly good chocolate to get her point across," Percy said with an awkward smile.

"You're lucky she didn't throw it in your face seaweed brain," Annabeth said at once.

...Hot chocolate trickled off the Ping-Pong table. Everybody looked ashamed.

"I hope everyone puts food on her plate tonight at dinner," Alex said with an oddly anxious smile. "You're supposed to give people food when they're grieving, right?"

"I, think she skipped dinner that night," Annabeth said awkwardly. "It, would have been a nice gesture though."

... He and Annabeth looked at each other again. Did I mention I hate it when they do that?

"Frequently," Jason promised with a stern look at Annabeth, finally in person.

"Not enough," Magnus assured as he frowned at her too.

Annabeth could only manage half a smile without an apology.

... You needed a break with your, mortal friends."

Percy felt that flash of guilt. That he got a reprieve from this, that Will suddenly seemed very busy investigating the door, that Thalia gave him a jealous look before glancing away. It still snagged in his mind how he had the closest to a normal life as Annabeth bit her lip.

... I was allowed to have friends outside camp, right? It wasn't like . . .

"Like she kissed you on the beach in her bathing suit or anything," Thalia helpfully supplied.

"Thalia!" Percy spluttered in betrayal.

"What, she already knew, I was just helping fill in the blanks," she said oh so innocently.

"For who?!" He demanded, a blush of his own still all to visible.

"For you, obviously," she insisted with a grin. "Got to make sure your poor memories aren't slipping up again!"

Annabeth was starting to snort loudly between her giggling, disrupting Percy's next groan, so he decided he wouldn't murder her...much.

... He tossed water onto the hot plate where we usually melted nacho cheese.

"Which I've noticed lacking in there!" Alex said, clearly scandalized.

"I don't think there is enough nacho cheese to fix this Alex," Magnus sighed.

"We were short on rations," Will tragically agreed, but his tone was much lighter, clearly edging for a joke. "We would have had to use cheese adjacent, it just wouldn't have set the right mood."

"Fair," he sighed.

..."O Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow, show us the threat."

"That is way to vague!" Jason protested. "For all he knows it'll just show him an image of a police chase, or Kronos still trying to swim out of the ocean!"

"Or someone running with scissors!" Percy added.

He got silence.

"What, that's a really dangerous thing to do," Percy shrugged.

"And this is why you wouldn't have survived spending all your time in the mortal world," Thalia rolled her eyes.

... geologists warn that the mountain may not be done."

"Is it going to rain men, or confetti, or puppies and kittens?" But Nico's sarcasm sounded exhausted. He just said it because that's what the others kept doing, making jokes.

He'd once felt the bombardment of souls constantly leaving this plane during his first days in the Labyrinth. Minos had helped him to control that, close himself off, and usually it was demigods he felt most easily and could still ignore those if he chose to.

He remembered those days, when it had felt fresh, when he'd had to concentrate so much he got headaches anyways from the constant death roaring across the US.

...The mountain shook with a horrible rumbling, as if the monster were laughing.

Percy still couldn't quite believe what he'd done- how he'd done this. He studied his hands in anger, he wanted to demand of Poseidon why he'd done this to him. Given him this, so much... to much...what did that say about him that he was capable of doing something of this magnitude?

Annabeth slipped her hand into his.

She knew that look on his face, the weight of all he carried. It was the same reason they had matching gray bangs.

...like No, that's our huge friend Leroy! He's going to help us!

"Every, single, miserable day you've had deserves that answer," Magnus nodded.

"Yet the cosmos would break if you ever got that lucky," Alex muttered.

...His angry roar rolled across the plains like a nuclear blast.

Will couldn't stand the way Nico read that, with such a familiar cadence of dread. This was something he was so familiar with, the horror Will could barely wrap his mind around this monster. How often had Nico spent staring at this image, studying it? Wasn't he supposed to be down in the Underworld with Bob and his dad trying to be an advisor!

Nico smiled without looking up as Will tucked himself a little closer into his side. He didn't know if it was for his comfort or his own, but he enjoyed the warm feeling either way.

..."Are those, the gods?" I said.

"You shouldn't be seeing that!" Jason yelped. "They're, in their godly form! Can you be vaporized from a distance?!"

"It's on TV, that makes it not real," Percy said with exhaustion in every syllable.

"Besides, if it's on a news station, then the narrative's skewed somehow, in this case I think Percy's favor not to see the worst," Alex added.

... Typhon is marching toward New York. Toward Olympus." I let that sink in.

"I bet the toilets are jealous," Alex smirked.

"Dammit Alex!" Nico threw his head back laughing and the others weren't faring much better.

"We're trying to be serious over here," Annabeth tried to say, but it was a pathetic scold at best as her hand stayed linked with Percy's, enjoying the thrilling zing of his laughter racing through where they connected.

"It was a very serious threat," Alex insisted. "We don't want the plumbing getting jealous, thinking he's taking sides.

"Well they're all out of luck then because the shower's my favorite anyways," Percy rolled his eyes.

"I'll break it to them gently," Alex promised.

..."Unless the gods can stop him? Perhaps five days.

"This is not what I thought you meant when you said you'd get a volcano at my next birthday Alex," Percy groaned.

"Go big or go home?" He shrugged, but he looked mildly guilty for the prophetic joke all the same. That kind of destruction, the amount of families this behemoth was displacing, the shelters would be overrun. The chaos was the kind her mother would be proud of. It disgusted him.

... "If Typhon gets to New York, it won't matter who's guarding Olympus."

Annabeth still idly wondered how much her mother had agreed with this full frontal assault, how dangerous that war room must have been as they all fought which was the best plan before Zeus's thunder shook Olympus and he declared what they'd be doing whether they liked it or not. How terrible a strategy that must have felt to Athena as she raced off with them, how it would have split her attention during the entire ordeal.

Her stomach sunk as she realized things weren't much better now. Closing off the gods from their kids couldn't be her mother's idea, it must still be the same pattern of Zeus ruling over some coming threat-

"You still with us Wise Girl?" Percy nudged his shoulder against hers at that familiar, far away look in her eyes.

"Mmm," she agreed, waving Nico on, her mind racing and yet not missing a word.

... love to see the terror in your eyes when you realize how I will destroy Olympus.

How HE would destroy Olympus, Jason nodded to himself as he shivered. Not Typhoon. This was a ploy, somehow. Kronos intended to lead this battle himself.

..."It's a trick," I said. "We have to warn the gods. Something else is going to happen."

"What would they even do about it?" Magnus didn't care his voice shook. "If all of them can't even defeat this guy, what the hell else could they manage against some trick?"

"A warning is still better than being blindsided." Annabeth only managed to say that with confidence because she'd survived it all. She knew to them it sounded about as reassuring as if she'd recited another Oracle prophecy.

... "But you sunk his ship."...They wanted to believe I'd given them a little bit of hope.

'And here I thought that had all been blown away with Beckendorf,' Thalia shook her head at herself. The Camper's resilience was always something she admired. She'd often felt so alienated from them, and could admit being with the Hunters had given her a slight sense of ego her hope was more concrete than theirs. Of course it would be Percy to rally them into having more.

...What if Kronos let us blow up that ship?... sacrificed himself for that mission.

It was a sickening thought, floating right along with them in the air they breathed. That Kronos would sacrifice all those kids on that ship, that he thought himself so clever he could pull a stunt like this...and it probably would have worked if Percy hadn't lived through to many others performing self-sacrifice for him in the past not to work through this feeling and see it for what it was.

"Maybe you're right," I said, though I didn't believe it.

And they knew that, Annabeth nodded to herself, but they'd wanted to believe it.

... going to die when I turned sixteen, the exact time Typhon hit New York. Almost forgot.

"A minor detail, all things considered," Alex agreed.

"What lie is that?" Will scoffed. "Percy is usually the number one problem around camp! Even if he does solve his own problems, it's still never minor!"

"Percy's survived four prophecies in a row, I like his odds," Alex shrugged.

Nico just hoped he liked the way Percy survived. He had a feeling Alex would call the pair of them cheaters when they got to that.

... Chiron said, "I think that's enough for one night." ...And the war council adjourned.

"I swear this guy should write kid's novels," Nico shook his head as he handed the book to Will, who had to sadly remove his arm to manage to hold the book without squishing Nico's face. He folded his knees up a little more, sat a little more proper in his seat. It didn't suit him, Nico noticed.

"Or survivor manuals," Will offered. "I think he'd manage both, a two for one."

"Like he doesn't have enough to do in that camp without throwing out a dozen rough drafts," Annabeth looked oddly at the pair.

PJOPJOPJOPJO

Hope you aren't sick of the percabething yet, because I've still got a ton to catch up on! There's a reason I left her for this book :)

Speaking of, I need some song recs for them. I have one for Fierrochase and Solangelo, but Percabeth isn't on my mind enough to connect to one and it's driving me nuts. Whenever I get in a dry patch I'll just turn on a song that makes me think of a character and it gets me in a mood. I have one for Percy, but not for him and Annabeth.

[disco-girl]

“BEING ON THE BRINK OF ADMITTING THEIR FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER BUT THEN GETTING INTERRUPTED” :)) for the gustho fic requests please!

From this list of prompts/tropes :) I’m having so much fun with these

Confessions

Gus tapped his pencil against the piece of paper that he had been writing on.

“Okay. It looks like you’ll live in a mansion with Skara and have 10 kids and be a lawyer.”

“Eww, Skara?” Matt made a face.

“What’s wrong with Skara? I thought you liked her.”

“I mean, I do but not…like that. She’s not exactly my type. What’s a lawyer anyway?”

Gus shrugged. “Beats me. Luz put it on here.”

Matt sighed. “I’m bored of this game. What else can we do?”

Gus took out his list of Super Official Human Slumber Party Activities. Most of them had already been crossed out: they’d had a pillow fight that ended with Matt’s room covered in griffin feathers, prank called Principal Bump, watched a scary movie and painted their nails. Gus had a few other plans that were not written on the paper but those would have to wait until Matt fell asleep.

“Well…there is one more game we could play. Truth or dare.”

“Alright, how do you play?”

“It’s easy. We just take turns asking each other truth or dare and based on which one you pick, you either have to do whatever the other person dares you to do or answer a question completely truthfully.”

Matt smirked. “Okay. Dare.”

“No, you can’t just—you have to ask me first and I get to pick. Like this: truth or dare?”

“Fine,” he rolled his eyes, “dare I guess.”

“Okay. Hmmm….I dare you to…say something nice about Boscha on Pensta.”

“That’s a stupid dare, Augustus.”

“That’s how the game works, but if you’re too griffin to do it…”

“—I’ll do it!” Matt grumbled, taking out his scroll with a huff. He scrolled to Boscha’s most recent post and commented ‘wow, you don’t look as terrible as usual’ before showing Gus his scroll as proof.

Gus frowned. “I don’t know if that counts…”

“Stop trying to stall. My turn. Truth or dare?”

The younger boy considered for a moment before he decided. “Truth.”

Matt seemed pleased with this answer and a sly grin spread across his face.

“Who do you have a crush on?”

“W-what?”

“You heard me, squirt.”

Gus crossed his arms. “I’m not telling you.”

“You can’t do that!”

The illusionist glared at him. “Says who? You don’t even know the rules!”

“Look, I just don’t think it’s fair that I did the dare and now you won’t answer my question! What’s the big deal anyway?”

Gus remained silent, pointedly looking away.

“I’m sure whoever she is, she likes you back so there’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Matt continued, speaking a bit softer now.

“She?”

“Well, yeah, I just assumed…because of Bria…”

Gus exhaled. “Bria isn’t a good person, why would you think I would want to be with somebody like her?”

“Well—I just—I thought—

“Maybe the person I like isn’t like Bria at all. Maybe they wanted to be but they’re actually much nicer and more considerate and they actually care about their friends and about helping other people.”

Matt bit his lip. “Do you…do you think they feel the same way?”

“I don’t know. I hope so.”

“I bet they do,” Matt said, speaking barely above a whisper.

“Matt?”

“Yeah?”

“I—

Before Gus could get any further, the door burst open and Steve entered carrying several boxes.

“PIZZA TIME!”

Both of the boys groaned.

“What? You guys don’t like pizza?”

[kusuguricafe]

Denki Makes a Splash!

A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope you're having a fun summer ⛱️☀️

Summary: Denki’s pitfall prank goes awry—will the UA girls be able to turn the tides?

Characters: lee!Kaminari, lers Momo, Jirou, and Mina (Sero cameo)

“You guuyyys,” Mina whined, “I forgot my towel!

Class 1A had taken a well earned trip to the beach to relax and have some summer fun. Most of the students were busy putting on sunscreen or setting up their beach towels and umbrellas.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Momo started, “I can just make one for yo—”

“WAIT! Look over there! Is that mine? It looks just like it!”

Sure enough, a hot pink and black zebra striped towel lay upon the sandy beach before Mina and Momo. The two walked over to inspect it.

“Yep, that’s definitely mine. I accidentally burnt a couple small holes into it right here, see?” Mina gestured towards the edge of her towel.

Momo nodded. “I wonder how it got here.”

“You know, this is actually a pretty nice spot.”

“Shall we set up here?”

“Hey! Wait for me, you two!” Jirou called out.

“Jirooouuu! We’re gonna set up heaaAAAAHH!!” Mina plopped down onto her towel and, to her surprise, plummeted a few feet before hitting the bottom of a sandy pitfall.

“Oh my! Mina! Are you alright?” Momo exclaimed.

“Mina!?” Jirou cried.

“I-I’m fine! Just uh, a little stuck!”

“Hold on one second,” Momo said as she began to create a rope ladder. “Jirou! Be a doll and come help me hold this for her, will you?”

“Coming!”

“Ha! I can’t believe she actually fell for it!” Denki snickered from behind a nearby rock.

“She really fell for it, huh?” Sero quipped.

Jirou’s earphone jacks perked up at that all-too-familiar squeaky laughter. “KAMINARI!!” she roared, facing his direction.

“Crap—quick, let’s go!”

Denki and Sero bolted in different directions.

“Once we pull her out of here, you’re dead!” Jirou shouted, “DEAD! You hear me!?

Momo and Jirou managed to hold the rope ladder steady enough for Mina to successfully climb up out of the pit, towel and all.

“Thank you guys!! Jirou, did you see Denki?”

“No, but I heard the little punk. He would have had access to your room at some point before we all left, right? I bet he’s the one behind this.”

“You’re probably right,” Momo sighed, “He’s always pulling stunts like this.”

“I say we take revenge,” Jirou declared. “Who’s with me?”

“I am.” Momo raised her hand.

“Aye, aye, captain!” Mina saluted.

“Let’s make sure that loser gets a taste of his own medicine!”

And so the hunt began. The three girls headed in the direction where Jirou had heard him. After several minutes of searching and asking around, they still had yet to find him. Until…

“Do you guys see that yellow thing in the water?” Momo asked.

Mina and Jirou looked over towards the ocean.

“I think I can see his signature black lightning bolt! C’mon!” Mina urged.

The trio started running towards the sea. Kaminari’s familiar outline became clearer the closer they got.

“There you are!” Jirou yelled.

Already in their bathing suits, the girls ran into the water after him.

“Ah! Stay back!! Or I, I…! I’ll sneeze!”

“You can’t do that, you idiot! You’ll shock everyone else along with us!” Jirou exclaimed.

“Oh, r-right… WHA! W-wait! Jirou! You can’t just drag me out of here!”

“Help me out, Momo, Mina!”

“On it!” Mina said, grabbing Denki’s other arm.

Momo quickly made a lasso and tossed it his way.

“Oh, come on!” Denki cried, “There’s no way you just lassoed me!!”

The three girls managed to pull the poor boy back to shore.

“We’ve got you now!” Jirou said.

“What are you gonna do with me?” Denki asked nervously.

“Let’s toss him into the hole!” Mina said.

“Good idea!” Momo agreed.

“Better yet, let’s bury him in it!” Jirou suggested.

“Bury me??”

The girls looked at each other and nodded in agreement. They hauled him over to the hole he had dug. Momo tied his wrists together with the lasso. They (gently) threw him in and started filling the sand in around him.

“You guys can’t just bury me alive!!!”

“We’re not going to bury your head,” Momo reassured.

“Or your feet!” Mina added.

Denki looked up at them, confused. Unable to free himself from his binds, he succumbed to his fate.

There Kaminari lay, face up, almost entirely buried in sand.

“Now for your real punishment,” Mina smirked.

“This wasn’t my punishment!?”

Momo and Jirou looked at Mina in confusion as well. She walked over to Denki’s bare feet, knelt down, and skittered her nails all over his exposed soles.

“This is your punishment!”

“AAAIIIEEEE NONONONONOHOHOHO! Minaa nOHOHOhoho!!” Denki protested.

Momo giggled. Jirou kneeled down near his head.

“Good thinking, Mina! How you like this, huh?” Jirou teased, tickling Denki’s neck and ears.

“I dohohohon’t! Nohohohohoho!!”

“You don’t know?” Momo chimed in. “Maybe this will help?” She sat beside his buried torso and began digging a small window in the sand, revealing Denki’s tummy.

“Nohohohohot you tohohoo-AAAHH NO! PFFTAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! AHAHAHALL OF YOU!!”

“Haha, his hair’s standing on end!” Jirou pointed out.

“Coochie coochie coo~! This is what you get for breaking into my room and stealing my towel! And then setting up a trap!? Really, Denki?”

“IHIHI’M SAHAHAHAHAHARRYY!” The tickling felt so much more intense with how little he could move away from six hands! “PLEHEHEHEHEEAAASE!!”

Momo dipped a finger into his belly button and wiggled it around, Mina was focused on tickling underneath and in between his toes, and Jirou found a particularly sensitive spot behind his ears. Tears pricked the corners of Denki’s eyes.

“You’re gonna kill meeeEEAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA J-JIROU EEEEHEHE NAHA *snort* NAHAHA *snort* NAHAHAT THEHERE! NOT THERE NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHE *hiccup* EEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!”

“Haha aww, you must have found a really good spot, Jirou!” Mina beamed.

Momo paused for a moment, startled by Denki’s sudden hollering. Jirou appeared to be mildly flustered by how much of a reaction she was getting out of the boy. Her evil smirk melted into a bashful smile.

“Hey! Are you guys torturing Denki or something??” Sero yelled, rushing towards the scene.

“More or less,” Mina answered.

“GUHUHUYS SERIOUSLYYY! I’M GOHOHONNAHA BLOW A FUHUSE!”

“I think you can take a liiittle more, can’t you?” Mina sang.

He shook his head weakly.

“You two should probably slow it down a bit,” Momo said.

“Yeah, I don’t think he’s lying about the fuse thing,” Sero agreed.

Mina did not heed their call and Jirou was in her own little world. That was, until—

“YEOWCH!” Mina screamed.

“AH!” Jirou yelped.

“Weehehehei~”

Sero put his hand on his forehead and shook his head. Momo resignedly began digging Denki out of the sand.

“Oops, hehe…” Mina said with a sheepish grin. She began uncovering his legs.

Jirou blinked. Realizing what had happened, she pitched in as well.

Sero joined in and the four of them uncovered and untied the short-circuited boy. They carried him to an umbrella Sero had set up earlier and set him down onto a beach chair in the shade. Sero began fanning him with a paper fan Momo had created.

“Are you alright, Denki?” Mina asked.

“Wei,” Denki replied, giving her two thumbs up.

“Sorry if we pushed you too far…” Jirou apologized. “But don’t go doing something like that again, okay? Mina could’ve gotten hurt!”

Denki nodded. Mina began rummaging through her bag. She pulled out a small bottle of pineapple juice.

“Here, you can have this,” she said, handing it to him.

“Th-thank you. Come closer for a second.”

Mina did so. “Yeah?”

“Sorry for stealing your towel. And for trapping you.”

“It’s okay, I forgive you!”

He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her closer. “But don’t bury me again!” He lightly tasered her side.

“EEK! Okay okahay!”

“You didn’t mind the tickling, then?” Jirou sneered.

“Oh, shut up!”

[kayspaceprinceart]

can you tell us all abt the cassini crew??

Thanks for the question! I don't have a whole lot of 'story' for them per se, I just rotate them in my mind, lol.

Basically, the Cassini is a starfleet exploration ship! Their main job is farting around on the edge of documented space a la the Enterprise and they generally have very little support or direction from head brass.

Overview of the crew under the cut:

Captain Dirk Kelly: A kind of carefree person on the surface, but she struggles with making deep emotional connections (especially romantic) because she spent her early career working on non-FTL ships and thus has lost a lot of time. She is very protective of the crew though! And a lesbian fuckboy, but we don't hold that against her.

First Officer Commander Liolram Avut, head of communications: Dirk's partner in crime (mostly pranks). She cultivates an impression of being the straight man to Dirk's shenanigans, but she's really just better at not being caught. Probably has the highest emotional intelligence of the whole crew.

Lieutenant T'kaal, head of science: A vulcan woman who used star fleet to run away from her parents. She's managed to be the kind of strict with her subordinates that makes them feel like she expects a lot from them and they love her for it. She is married and bonded to Harry Crawford.

Lieutenant Olivier "Nol" Balliol, pilot: A rougeish pilot with a heart of gold. He makes friends easily and is a major romantic for his husband, Adil. He's also besties with Wiz, since they share a console on alpha shift.

Lieutenant Jr. Grade Howell "Wiz" Larson, navigator: Wiz is an android! They don't worry too much about being more 'human', but they do sometimes worry their lack of expressiveness hampers their ability to connect with others. They love wordplay, especially calling themself a philosopher, because they are in love with Sophia.

Dr. Minah Hirschfeld, head medical officer: Frighteningly competent and also just intimidating if a crew member does something stupid and discovers a new allergy. She's friends with T'kaal, and they often eat together and kvetch. When she was younger, she had a lot of guys chasing her, but she fell for Jochem, her husband, almost instantly.

Nurse Adil Balliol: Adil has a more gentle bedside manner than Dr. Hirschfeld (unless you're Nol, in which case he masks his worry with annoyance) and carries himself with a deep confidence. He hates anyone or anything that gets in the way of his job. He joined starfleet when Nol proposed to him during a supplies run, figuring it was his best bet for leaving the colony where he was living. Now he's also very much in love and it was his idea to have a vow renewal ceremony.

Lieutenant Jr. Grade Harry Crawford, botany department: Harry loves plants and his wife SO much. He's also simultaneously a chill person and consumed with anxiety and generally wears his heart on his sleeve.

Lieutenant Jr. Grade Jochem Hirschfeld, engineering: Jochem is a pretty simple guy and is mostly here because of his wife's post; if she were working on a station, he'd be just has happy there. He's also a bit of an airhead, especially when it comes anything not in engineering.

Lieutenant Jr. Grade M'turs, security: One of the two Caitians on board, along with her brother Hserr. She often accompanies science teams as a bodygaurd, and gets on well with T'kaal.

Ensign Sophia 'Fi' Gilmartin, security: One of the newest members of the crew since she joined starfleet after several years working as a human 'companion' - a job that is a kind of combination bodyguard/medic/ambassador. She also has a deep interest in engineering, partially to help Wiz with their upkeep, so she shadows Jochem a lot.

Ensign Hserr, biology department: M'turs' brother and Adil's friend. He also often works on away teams and looks up to T'kaal. He's less talkative than his sister, but generally good-natured. He also has an interest in ancient earth martial arts.

Ensign Kat Wynn, engineering: A gossip and a prankster, which can come off as childish or insensitive at times. She doesn't mean it though!

Ensign Sathia Zh’thyar, communications: An Andorian who was raised in a human colony and Kat's best friend.

There's also the folks not in the crew but closely related to them like T'kaal's vulcan friends T'me and Nava who ended up adopting Kier and Kai after the Cassini found them, as well as their (eventual) children - Lucien Crawford and Melrose Hirschfeld, who both partially grew up on the Cassini.

I do have a couple of stories in the works, but it'll likely be a while before any of them are completed:

Harry and T'kaal getting together. It involves a lot of guts, gore, and chocolate. (plus shorts from the rest of their lives like Luci's birth and Harry's death)

T'kaal and M'turs finding the twins and their adoption by T'me and Nava

Grown up Luci ends up in the mirrorverse bc it's star trek I'm legally obligated and also it's fun

The romcom of Dirk deciding she has to 'get Wiz and Fi together' bc they OBVIOUSLY have crushes. When they have been dating for years at this point

Fi has to save Wiz by disassembling them and hoofing it

Maybe the lead up to Nol and Adil's vow renewal...

[giantchasm]

Character Ask Game:

Susie 1, 7, 8, 23, and 26 (free question is, who would she hate the most out of the other dream friends?)

Taranza 2, 5, 7, 8, and 23

Marx 22, 26 (free question is, who would be his favorite prank target?)

Apologies if this is too many in one ask.

SUSIE:

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Why WOULDN'T I like Susie? She's my special girl. Honestly, the story of how I really fell for her is kind of funny TBH. When I first got into the fandom, even after playing Robobot, I didn't pay her TOO much mind. I gave her some thought, especially in the context of my Underworld Friends AU and her father's history with her, but it was nowhere near the levels of brainrot I have now.

But then one day something just kind of... clicked for me. I was like "Hey! Taranza (Who I was also not that invested in at the time) and Susie have pretty similar stories. I bet they'd make really good friends. I should write something about that!"

And so I did. (Although I never technically finished it). And I got super invested in those two, both as individuals and as a duo. It's interesting just how intertwined my love for them is. They're characters I got invested in simultaneously. I was a Taranza & Susie fan before I was a Taranza or Susie fan, and I think that's fun.

But of course, with time, I've come to actually love both characters more in an individualized context. That was just the thing that initially instigated the madness for me.

I love the tragedy to Susie's story. I love her complicated backstory and her even more complicated relationship with her father. I love all of the weird body horror cybernetics stuff I can explore with her and just how easy it is to depict her brain as like... exceptionally weird. I love the fact that she retains some whimsy even despite the horrors. I love the fact that she's one of the only Kirby characters with a gun.

I tend to have a soft spot for morally gray female characters who a lot of people have a weird distaste for, so I was always probably going to love her TBH. It's just in my nature.

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

I answered this one in another ask, so have this GIF of Susie posing cutely over the word "Fatherless" instead of an actual answer.

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

I could give the obvious answer of "people are way too hard on her and while I understand some discomfort considering the themes of Robobot people definitely interpret her as way more evil and irredeemable than the relatively lighthearted, ultimately hopeful children's' game series ever intended," but that feels like too much of a copout, so let me talk about something else people to.

Or... don't do, I guess?

I hate hate hate when people like... make Wave 3 friend group content and leave her out then slot like... Marx or whoever in instead. Like I know there's no technical canonical friendship between pretty much any Kirby characters, and therefore there's not an actual dynamic between her, Magolor and Taranza people are Ignoring, but all the same it feels like there can be a deliberate attempt from people to avoid wanting to include Susie in their content.

And I think I'd feel differently if these people were portraying the Super Popular Male Characters as hanging out with other girls like the Mage Sisters or whoever instead (They're also technically a part of Wave 3, you know!), but they don't. It's not overwhelmingly common, to be clear, but there's definitely still a Thing where people will exclusively focus on male characters and making them interact with each other instead of bothering to incorporate female characters into any of their group dynamics. And I guess that's more of a complaint about wider fandom sexism as a whole than just Susie herself, but... idk, man.

I guess I'm just saying that if the only Kirby characters you're invested in and make content of interacting is the guys because the girls are either all "too evil" like Susie (Is she that evil compared to her peers?) or "too underwritten" like the Mage Sisters and pretty much the rest of the female cast (It's Kirby. Everyone is underwritten), then you probably have some unconscious biases to address and maybe try to rectify. Because I don't like it and it annoys me.

Putting the rest of this under a cut because it became a long post. I am a wordy person.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

I have quite a few, but here are some of my favorites

The BESTIES

#Women

What remains the funniest image on the planet (Susie & Taranza grieving feat. Kirby and the cake a rat stole from him once)

26. Who would she hate the most out of the other Dream Friends?

Mark. His obnoxious whimsy drives her mad.

(Obvious answer aside, I think she also doesn't get along with DMK. And I think she has a very contentious relationship with both the Mage Sisters and Elfilin at first, although she eventually gets over both. (I know Elfilin isn't technically a Dream Friend, but to me he is. He's like... a part of the group, y'know? The only reason why he's not a Dream Friend is Forgotten Land didn't exist at the time Star Allies came out. He's a Dream Friend in all but name.))

TARANZA:

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Taranza has approximately two traits in canon, however, I love them both. This guy is INSUFFERABLY pompous, dramatic and prideful, and this guy LOVES HIS EVIL WIFE. He even has a tragic backstory. What more could one possibly ask for?

Also he's just... like, really cute. He has maybe my favorite design in Kirby. That helps too.

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

As much as I bitched about how some people don't do it earlier in this post, there are just as many people who do utilize the Wave 3 group dynamic to its full potential and it's always some of my absolute favorite Taranza content. Buddy's at his best when he's with his pals.

Also, call me a basic bitch, but I still think the divorce/dead wife jokes are funny. Like... not if overdone/made into all that he is, but in a vacuum? Yeah, that shit's hilarious, sorry.

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Sanding him down to make him a palpable softboy. I think Taranza is ultimately a good person, but I think he can have an ego sometimes (Yes, even despite his trauma and any insecurities said trauma may have left him with) and can get caught up in things. He's willing to do anything for the people he loves to a dangerous degree, regardless of the harm it causes anyone else. If I see one more person portray him as an innocent victim in Triple Deluxe as opposed to a nuanced, morally gray character I'm going to go outside with a hammer and start smashing tomatoes with a rock. He DESERVES to have flaws.

Also I hate how many people either make his entire personality Sectonia or neglect her importance to him entirely. The latter annoys me more thought because I am famously a #womanhead. It makes me so fucking angry when I see people like... completely ignore his history with her and one-dimensionally reduce her to either his evil abuser or a perfect angel of a love interest he needs to Get Over so he can mash faces with another character they like more. I'm not saying I hate the idea of Taranza moving on, because I don't, but the sheer disrespect most people show Sectonia with the way they write it is like. Staggering. Do better.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

All Taranza images are good Taranza images, but here are some particularly charming ones

This one, which really highlights whatever the hell is wrong with him

World's most precious Muppet creature

And capable of so much unrestrained joy

MARX:

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

I don't actually really read fanfic (I'm more of just a writer), but when it comes to Marx depictions in general, I don't like how most people tend to take him too far in one direction or the other. I feel like people either make him some kind of #lolrandom complete sociopath who only lives to like... exist as a plot device to torture other characters in a way that's exceptionally unfunny or as a sweet, just kind of goofy guy who's not actually that bad, both of which are boring. My favorite Marx depictions portray him as someone who presents himself as a deliberately provocative edgelord but cares deep down and really just wants attention.

26. Who would be his favorite prank target?

Dedede, Bandee, Coo, Susie, Elfilin, and, of course, Kirby, all make excellent targets depending on what exactly he's planning to do.

[fragileizywriting]

Izy please I need you to tell me more about dl!juleka, I've been thinking about her for days. We know she thinks of Mari as a sort of mother figure, obvi she sees Luka as her brother and loves him forever but what does she think of Adrien? Does she also see him as a brother? Older brother you mess with?? Younger brother you also mess with but in a different way?? What does she think of the dl trio kids when they come around? How does she fit in that family dynamic? /1

/2 like does she help take care of the babies? Does she teach em cool tricks or pranks? Does she tell them stories???? I bet she has the best stories. Do the kids see her as an older sister ?? Please I'm so full of thoughts and feelings about this familyyyy

i'm so late to answer your question i'm sorry! i wanted to answer today but i got distracted by [gestures vaguely] bad feelings. i will do my best to answer the first part tonight before bed and get to the second part tomorrow!

i haven't decided what type of relationship she'll have with adrien because it's kind of a bit of a mixed bag. i think it'll be super unique to them both; she's never interacted with a guy outside of luka (though to be fair, calling luka a guy in this context is an understatement) and meanwhile adrien's never interacted with a child. i think adrien is going to learn a great deal about how children work and how to take care of them, even though jules is pretty self-sufficient. she has needs, because she's a First but also because she's blind and because she's also a child, and this isn't something he was expecting at all. he certainly never imagined a little girl to show up in their lives, fully articulated and all.

i think both jules and adrien aren't used to sharing in the way they have to. maybe they get on each other's nerves in a brother/sister way that her and luka don't get up to. i'm thinking maybe their relationship is similar to some moments between power/denji? the two of them bite and scuffle over food, seating arrangements, books...

this ask has made me think about something a bit off tangent-- just something small, miniscule, where maybe marinette is remaking jules's bed because she kinda fucked up the sheets the night before because she had a nightmare and kept tossing and turning, and marinette is putting on a new pillow case and stuff and jules is sitting on the bed waiting and she's just listening to marinette hum, and she goes:

"mei mei?"

"yes, my love?" marinette answers off-handedly. when jules doesn't reply, just simply smiling to herself, marinette stops moving her hands. "jules? what's wrong?"

"nothing," jules responds. "i just waited a long time to hear you say that. it's nice to finally be able to hear it, you know?"

and marinette starts tearing up, because she's a baby, she's a little girl, who loves so unconditionally. she fell and she's in pain and things hurt but she still smiles when she's happy and her laugh is so cute and adorable and sometimes eats off of luka's fork when she wants to try something but doesn't want to commit.

"oh," marinette whispers, just loud enough for her to hear. "how long did you wait to hear my voice?"

"since i read your book!"

"since before i was born, huh?"

"it's worth it. so, so worth it. lukas's book says that you sound like stars. adrien's book always mentioned your accent whenever you spoke french but i never realized how much i'd love it until i heard it. it kept me a lot of company."

millions and millions of years, waiting? how could she do it? marinette has only spend a few tens of thousands, and that's enough for her to never want to go through it again. how did jules manage, knowing that a family waited for her down here, but she needed to wait until the right moment?

marinette can't help herself, pulling jules in for a hug. tears running down her face as she tucks the little angel close and kisses her bangs. "never again, okay? you and i are staying together. the whole family is. i promise."

"okay," jules whispers. marinette can feel wetness bleeding onto her shirt. "forever."

[eyndr-stories]

YOU!!! I WAS DISTRACTED BY SPACE GAME BUT

1. Your first OC ever?

4. A character you rarely talk about?

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs?

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess (i bet i can guess something for that one kldgj)

ME!!!!! >:3

1 - I think my first ever OC that i can remember was this little dinosaur fella I would draw all the time in paper margins way back in middle school, I don't actually have any pics on my computer but I doodled him real quick for ya

Binosaur cause his head is just the letter B fdkjgjhgfdkfdg

4 - Lianel!!!!! I don't think I've ever shared them anywhere?? I made them back in highschool (hence the old signature, I went by a different name back then), I actually made a short little comic of them exploring this ruined world that I can't find >:( It's hiding in a sketchbook somewhere i hope and I just haven't scanned it. But anyhoo! Lianel is on the run for space crimes!! Jury's out on whether or not they actually committed said crimes or were framed though. They found their ancient armor from the ruins of a resistance organization that died out a long time ago, but when you're on the run you take what you can get. They've got a funky staff that an even funkier little magic blob lives in, so long as Lianel takes them on adventures, since the little blob can't travel on their own. In return the blob lets Lianel use some of their magic when they get into trouble. I don't think I ever named the blob??????????

13 - Hehohoho!!!!! >:D This is Calcifur!!! They look small and unassuming but they will steal your wallet fhgjhkgfjklhgf

Cal loves being gay and doing crimes, especially graffiti in places they're not supposed to, although after they met Lato they toned it down a lot and now stick to mostly silly pranks. Calcifur is one of the main three fellas I used to draw a whooooole lot before I fell out of doing art for a good while, and i will definitely be using this as an excuse to talk about them gjhfijhgfd but first, more about Calcifur! Cal's skin glows and changes color with their mood, (neutrally they're blue) and they've got a nifty pair of headphones that can transform into a stylish neck kerchief. They can speak, but can only be heard by people they want to hear them. And now the trio!

MY MAIN BLORBOS..... I LOVE THEM

Ok so the other two are Lato and Cube (bet you can't guess who's who lmao) Lato is my fluffy puff ball sweet boy, friendliest fella you'll ever meet. He's naturally very curious and aims to be pals with everyone he meets. He's semi aware of his being an artistic creation, though he's pretty chill about it. Cube on the other hand, is fully aware and somewhat peeved at me about it jhgdkhgdjkjhgfd Cube is a straightforward know it all with a short temper and vast knowledge. Originally I made him to be a companion to Lato, to keep him company in the void (since I was very bad about never drawing any sort of backgrounds lmao) and to answer Lato's many ceaseless questions for me. He often shows up doodled in the margins of whatever I'm working on to make snide jokes about something or other or yell at me to stay focused. Now a days the three live together in a nice house out in the forest and have fun domestic style shenanigans. I could talk about these three for a thousand years so I'll stop here because this whole ask has already gotten slightly out of hand kgfdhlkdjgfhgj

43 - (Looks at my crew of just the silliest lil guys. Jokesters and pranksters abound) Idk can't think of anything

dkhfjhlgdgljgfh I do really like silly characters, and characters with more simple designs that are easier for me to doodle here and there without taking too much time or energy. Cube is VERY popular in my notes and sketchbooks. Funny enough a lot of sillier characters are more recent creations, characters I made in highschool and earlier had more tragic / serious backstories. Oh, I also draw a LOT of little creatures, just strange monster things. Not sure if they count as OCs, most aren't even named or I only drew once or twice, but I do love me a creature

[jamdoughnutmagician]

From Me to You.

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Summary:Eddie finds a love letter pushed through his locker, and he’s determined to find out who his secret admirer is.

Warnings: Nothing that I can think of, just tooth-rotting Valentine’s day fluff! Slight use of "y/n" sorry I couldn't escape it!!

Word Count:1,867

Authour’s Note:My life is so devoid of any kind of romance, so I though what better way to resolve that than to write some cutesy Valentine’s Day fic with everyone’s favourite metal-head? Maybe I'm posting this a little early, but I'm pretty pleased with how this turned out (since I suck at writing fluff) and I wanted to share it!

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Eddie, oh no, that couldn’t be further from the truth. However, having to admit to your crush on your best friend? Well that was a whole other story.

So, your big plan was to leave little secret admirer notes in Eddie’s locker in the week leading up to Valentine’s day on Friday. It was an easy way to confess your love to him, without the sting of rejection coming to bite you in the ass.

The Monday after your last class you waved Eddie goodbye as he made his way to the drama room where the Hellfire club would be meeting for their latest campaign. Although you didn't share his love of Dungeons and Dragons, you were still as close as friends could be, only you didn't want to be just his friend.

Waiting for him to disappear out of sight, you look around to check the coast is clear before you slip the hand-written note into his locker. Pushing the folded up piece of paper through the vented slats in his locker, you make your way out of the school. 

All you have to do now is just have to wait until tomorrow to find out if your little secret mission was successful.

_______

Eddie strolled into school that Tuesday morning, opening up his locker to put away his things, but as he did so, a small folded up piece of paper fell to the floor. Piquing his curiosity, he bent down to pick up the paper. Unfolding it carefully his eyes scanned over the nice hand-written message inside.

Your smile is my favourite thing and it brightens my day 

He glances at the swirling joined up writing and how the little hearts dot the I’s and he finds his face warming with a blush.

“What’ve you got there then, Ed?”  Gareth asks noisily, causing the rest of the members of Corroded Coffin to turn their heads to their lead guitarist.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Eddie says defensively as he stuffed the note in his pocket.

Holding his hands up in surrender, Gareth dropped the subject and they guys went about the rest of their school day.

_______

The next day, Eddie goes to open his locker and surprisingly another note falls at his feet. 

Quickly he bends to pick it up before anyone notices that he’s received another note. Unfolding the paper he reads the message.

You give me butterflies

He reasons that it must be the same person that it was from yesterday, because the handwriting is exactly the same and the I’s are still dotted adorably with the same little hearts.

As quick as his hopes get up at the thought of someone writing him little love notes,his thoughts are pulled in the direction that this must be some sort of prank. It had to be, right? Why else would anyone leave the school’s ‘freak’ sweet notes like this if not for some kind of twisted joke. 

Jason Carver and his gang probably thought the idea that someone might have a crush on Eddie, laughable. Yeah, he thinks to himself, that sounds more plausible.

Speak of the devil.

Jason and his crew make their way past him laughing loudly and obnoxiously. Right, that's it. 

Eddie stormed up to Jason, poking an accusing finger in his face.

“I bet you think this is really funny, don’t you Carver?” 

“What do you want, freak?” Jason barks out.

“You, leaving those little notes in my locker.” Eddie jabs.

Eddie looks at Jason for a moment, a look of genuine confusion gracing the features of the basketball player, his brows knitted together, before he huffs out an incredulous laugh.

“In your dreams, Munson” Jason laughs in his face as he pushes past Eddie. 

Okay…So maybe this wasn’t a joke. Well who was sending Eddie anonymous love letters?

_______

I want to hold your hands and kiss your face

Another day, another note. Eddie was still none the wiser as to who exactly was putting these love letters in his locker. Right, he thought to himself, he was going to need some help if he had any chance of finding out who this secret admirer of his was. 

Strolling through the doors of Family video, Eddie had decided to recruit the help of the only person he could think that would actually be of any help to him. Even if it did mean that he would have to show all the notes he’d received with Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington.

“Wait, so let me get this straight. You’ve been getting anonymous love letters put in your locker?” Steve asks

“Well..yeah?” Eddie answers.

“...And you’re absolutely sure you have no idea who this is?” Steve presses.

“Well at one point I thought Carver was doing it, you know, for a joke..but I confronted him about it yesterday and that turned out about as well as you can imagine” Eddie explains

“Do you have some that you want it to be?” Steve quizzes, as he watches the metal-head’s expression change instantly, flushing scarlet rising from his chest to his cheeks and the tips of his nose. “Aha!” -Steve exclaims, jabbing his finger towards Eddie- “So you are thinking of someone then?”

Luckily, Eddie was saved from the embarrassment of admitting to his crush on one of his best friends by Robin interrupting his and Steve’s conversation.

“What are you two dorks gabbing about over there?” She shouts making her way from the back of Family video where she was rearranging a stack of horror films.

“Munson here has got himself a secret admirer.” Steve says, cocking his thumb towards Eddie. “Said he’s been getting these little love notes slipped in his locker” Steve continues with his teasing.

“Oooh!! Let me see ‘em!!” Robin squeals excitedly.

Scattering the piece of paper out onto the countertops, the boys watch as Robin reads through each of the messages. Her eyes scan over the words, and her eyebrows draw together, and her expression one of surprise.

“You alright over there, Rob? You look like you’ve seen a ghost, which considering what we’ve been through, is the last thing that should have you looking like that.” Steve joked.

“Shut up, Dingus.” Robin says, shushing Steve holding her pointer finger up at him. “Eddie, I think I might know who your secret admirer is.” 

The two boys look at Robin with wide eyes and bated breath.

Robin turns her back and hot-foots it to the back room of Family video.

“I thought you were going to tell us who it is?” Eddie shouts after his friend.

“Hold your horses will 'ya, Munson?!” she shouts back over her shoulder.

Robin returns with a wide grin gracing her freckled features as she slams down a sheet of A4 lined paper on the counter top.

“What the hell’s this?” Steve said, looking even more confused than before.

“These are the notes that I borrowed from y/n, for Kominski’s class yesterday. Now I don’t know about you guys, but I’d say that that swirly handwriting looks very familiar to me.” Robin says proudly, like she’s decoded the most cryptic of secret messages.

Eddie and Steve lean in closer to compare the handwriting in the love letters, to the handwriting in the classroom notes. 

 “I mean, apart from the little hearts that are dotting the I’s, I would say that is the exact same handwriting” Robin points out.

“So, y/n, huh?” Steve says, letting the thought hang in the air.

If Eddie was blushing before, his whole face must’ve looked like a tomato at this point, 

“Judging by your very red and embarrassed face, I’m going to guess that you like her too, right?” Robin asks.

Steve and Robin look at Eddie as he shyly scratches the back of his neck 

“Okay, yeah I like her..I like her a lot actually.”

“But isn’t tomorrow Valentine’s day?” Steve throws out.

“Oh this is perfect!” Robin jumps up and down excitedly. “Here’s what you’re going to do…”  she began as she brought Eddie closer to tell him her plan.

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Sticking to the plan that Robin (and Steve who got dragged into it by Robin) helped him with, Eddie got up early for school for once in his life. That morning he showered, and dressed in a clean Black Sabbath shirt (that he’d previously ironed that evening, earning a raised eyebrow from his uncle, and hung up ready to put on in the morning.)

Dressed and ready to leave, he picked up the bunch of red roses that he’d bought from the Valentine’s day section in town yesterday evening after leaving Family Video.

He’d called you and asked if you needed a lift on the way to school, and knowing you the way he did, you would much prefer to ride with him in his van than take the school bus.  

“Son..” Uncle Wayne called out to Eddie as he was just about to go through the door. “Good luck today, you be nice to that girl, alright?” His gruff voice huffs out.

“I will Wayne, I can promise you that.” Eddie throws over his shoulder with a wide grin as he makes his way to his van.

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Pulling up to your house, he parks his van and takes a moment to catch his breath before grabbing his bunch of roses and walking to your front door.

Squaring his shoulders he raises his knuckles to your door to deliver a confident knock. 

“I’m coming!!” he hears you shout from inside the house.

You unlock the door to see your best friend hiding his face behind a bouquet of beautiful red roses before handing them to you.

“These are for you. Happy Valentine’s day” he says as you kindly accept the flowers from him.

Although you had smiled when he’d given you the flowers, he could still sense your confusion at his gesture. 

“I got your notes…I thought they were really cute y’know and truth be told when I read them I kind of hoped they were from you.” he rambled, feeling that familiar heat flushing across his cheeks.

“How did you figure out it was me?” you ask.

“Well it wasn’t easy, but Robin and Steve helped me figure it out…mostly Robin, though..” he chuckles. 

There’s a moment's silence between the two of you where you’re both looking into each other’s eyes.

Feeling bold, you rise up on your tip-toes to place a quick peck to Eddie’s cheek. You feel him smile brightly under your lips.

“Thanks for the flowers, Ed. They’re beautiful” 

“You missed.” he says with a look of disappointment in his deep brown eyes.

“Huh?”

“You missed.” he says again, smirking as he points to his lips.

“Take me on a date first, and then we can see about that kiss, Ed” you giggle.

“Let me take you to the movies tomorrow? We can hold hands and do all that cute shit that you’re supposed to do on a first date” he looks to you excitedly.

“I’d love to!” 

“Great! I’ll come pick you up at seven?” 

“It’s a date” You smile back at him.

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Dating Dean Winchester Headcanons <3

No one asked for this, but I am going to write about it anyway because I am THIRSTY for some Dean Winchester...feel free to send me requests for dean or any spn character. I will take a look at those asap. Also, this goes without saying but, minors dni, NSFW WILL be mentioned under. You have been warned :)

Long road trips in the impala, classic rock 24/7. You both would be singing to every single song. While Sam does anything possible to get you both to shut up.

Constant jokes, pranks, and teasing.

You guys would often make bets on what monster you would be hunting, but jokes on you both. Sam was always right.

Dean was a man that loved physical touch, as soon as you give him the A-okay. His hands never leave you... and I mean that.

Forehead kisses, cheek kisses, hand kisses... you get them ALL.

This man loves to hug you, wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his head on your shoulder no matter what you are doing or where you at. He will find a way to hug you somehow.

He loved to show his love for you in any way he could, cooking, rubbing your back, and maybe something else ;) He wanted to let you know how much you mean to him.

Baking pies together <3

Dean was an ASS man, his hand would never leave your ass in public. He would always have his hand on top of it, so everyone in the vicinity would know you were his. Don't worry he would slap it too if anyone was looking.

oh, man if anyone was looking... you were in for a treat.

"He thinks it's okay to keep eyeing you...I'm gonna prove to him your mine."

He would get jealous quick... even over something so small.

Dean is also very protective of you...he would fight, lie or even die for you, and when ANYONE made googly eyes at you. He was ready to show everyone you're his girl.

"What do you say, sweetheart, let's show this fool your mine."

"Please..."

Dean could quickly become a Dom or Sub depending on your mood, his, or the situation.

But, fucking him was a perfect combo of filthy and sweet.

This man would have his head between your legs and his fingers inside, keeping eye contact and making you watch while he fingers you.

"C'mon sweetheart, moan for me... let them all hear how good I make you feel just with my fingers... we haven't even got to the good part yet."

"Please...fuck me, Dean... stop teasing"

"Yes, ma'am"

He could spend the rest of his life making you moan for him.

But, remember when I said he was an ass man? He loves taking you from behind... holding your head back. One hand around your neck, while whispering dirty things into your ears.

"Just like that...moan out loud for me"

He also went crazy when you rode him, thrusting up into you when you went too slow or just watching your face take him.

you + him +impala = dean's in heaven, mainly when you were on top of him.

"Ride me just like that, you're doing so well baby"

He would also ensure that everyone knows that he did it if you can't walk well the next day. Was because of him

He absolutely loves aftercare too.

He would make a bath for the both of you, cook you anything you wanted, and cuddle until you both fell asleep watching any show that made you happy.

When he went out for hunts, he would always think about you. Are you eating enough, are you sleeping well, are you okay? His questions would spin in his head the entire time. For once he wishes monsters didn't exist or took a break so he could spend time with you.

He would call you at LEAST twice a day to check-in on how you were doing.

Dean was absolutely in love with you, to the point that he would rant to Sam on how much he did love you and that he was afraid you would leave one day or that he would not be there to save you.

"But what happens if I can't make it in time or if she leaves?"

"Dean, she can handle herself. Plus, she loves you and if you can't see that you an idiot."

This man was head over heels for you, he would do anything for you and I mean anything for you. He even thought of retiring from the family business and start a life with you.

Maybe some day, he will make that a reality.

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“Wait wait wait wait. You can’t be serious.”

“I’m dead serious.”

“There’s no way.”

Bdubs stared at Impulse with papers in his hands, and Impulse stared right back, pointing at them.

“Hey guys what’s up?” Pearl came walking into the dwarven keep. She had intended on stealing all of Impulse’s granite, but something about the two mens’ expressions made her walk over to them instead. “What’s that?”

“Uh, nothing!” Impulse grabbed the papers out of Bdubs’ hand and held them above his head. Unfortunately, Impulse forgot he was a short king, and Pearl simply reached up and took the papers out of his hand.

“Marriage certificate… what?” She gave Impulse a puzzled look.

“It’s- okay, so, you remember double life, right?” Impulse’s face was red as a beetroot, and Bdubs had his head in his hands.

“Yeah?”

“Well, me and Bdubs here were super excited about, you know, being soulmates and all that, and so naturally we got married on that server. You know, newlyweds and all that.”

“I remember. Most annoying couple on the whole server.” Pearl replied.

“Well, apparently, marriages don’t… end when you go from one server to another…” Impulse said haltingly.

“Wait…” Pearl stared down at the paper again. “So you’re saying you guys are still married?”

“Don’t you dare laugh.” Bdubs looked up from the safety of his hands to glare at Pearl.

Pearl looked back and forth from Impulse to Bdubs, and then burst out laughing. She laughed so hard she fell to her knees and coughed. “Oh my god! No fucking way! That’s so- oh my god I have to tell Gem! GEM!” Pearl screeched, tears running freely down her face.

“Oh geez! Come on Bdubs, let’s get out of here.” Impulse grumbled and both men took off, leaving Pearl to her laughter.

——

“So, how on earth do we get this, what, annulled?” Impulse glanced down at the certificate as they flew aimlessly through the sky. “I mean, listen man, I love you to death, but I have like redstone and buildings to do- no marriage can keep me from the craft.”

“Same.” Bdubs said. “Well, okay, let’s think. Who married us? Scar. That scoundrel.”

“Maybe that’s who we need to find.” Impulse said hopefully. “If he married us, maybe he can un-marry us? Is that a word?”

“Better question- how on earth does Scar of all people have the authority to marry people? Don’t you need like a license to do that or something?” Bdubs adjusted so he was flying towards Scar’s amusement park- Impulse moved to follow him, putting the papers away.

“Scar is very talented, I dunno man. I bet he has a bunch of random talents just waiting for the right moment to be used as a prank.” Impulse sighed.

——

“You’re kidding.”

Scar looked like a kid who had just discovered that he could steal from a candy shop. His signature smirk deepened to an almost giddy expression.

“Nope. Got the certificate this morning.” Impulse handed the paper to Scar. Scar read it and burst out laughing.

“That’s the second person to laugh!” Bdubs raged. “Scar! This has to be some kind of prank, right? What did you do?”

Scar sighed, wiping a tear from his eye and giving the paper back to Impulse. “Unfortunately, you newlyweds, that’s all real. I forgot I got that training to marry people a while back- I guess the marriage council caught wind of me marrying you two lovebirds on the riverside of double life and made it official! Congrats!”

It was Impulse’s turn to put his head in his hands. “Well, how do we get it annulled then?”

Scar gasped, offended. “Excuse me! I married you two so well and you just want to get rid of it! How dare you! Leave my sight! They weren’t kidding when they say love looses!”

——

“Uh, congrats?”

“No, Xisuma, we want it annulled.” Impulse said.

Xisuma pulled his glasses down to look at the two hermits in front of him. “You want it annulled.” He repeated tiredly.

“There has to be something you can do! Xisuma, it’s hot girl summer! I am supposed to be out there, booty shorts on, living it up!” Bdubs cried, throwing himself across Xisuma’s desk. Impulse grabbed him by the back of his mossy robe and pulled him upright, fixing the papers on Xisuma’s desk for good measure.

“I mean you could always just cheat. How sound are your morals?” Xisuma joked. No one laughed. He sighed. “I’m kidding, it’s all good, there’s just extra paperwork I have to do to get the marriage annulled.”

“Really?” Bdubs and Impulse asked.

“Yeah, there’s been a few hermits over the years who have drunkenly gotten married for the memes and had to get me to annul it for them. It’s fine.” Xisuma thought of all the paperwork that would have to be done and almost burst into tears.

“Woo! Thanks X!” Impulse smiled. “Bdubs! We’re gonna be bitter ex’s now!” The two high-fived and took off.

“Okay, we’ll there are a few pages for you to sign and initial- oh they’re gone”. Xisuma pulled out a few papers and stared blankly at the tiny dots that were Impulse and Bdubs. “Guys, you can’t get divorced unless you sign these!” Xisuma called, none too loudly. He just couldn’t be bothered. He put the papers away again. He’d just wait for the dumbasses to realize their mistake and come back. Until then, they were still married. Oh well.

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hiii i’ve been obsessed with your works and realized i didn’t even follow you 💔 saw you were looking for requests though so i’m here to deliver a few :D

the ever classic, bed sharing or maybe what the guys do when their s/o is having a bad day??

okay, love u n ur work <3

Thank you so much that means a lot to me because your writing is one of my FAVORITES 💓 Literally your blog is so so good and you are an amazing writer!

sharing a bed with the guys HC (fluff, not fully nsfw but suggestive???)

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Johnny

It was bound to happen at some point, you had assumed.

The past few weeks of filming, you and Knox had gotten significantly closer, and were constantly getting teased by the others on set.

“Take her to bed already man!” Steveo yelled at him one day, when you and Knox had ended up wrestling after he tried (and failed) to pull a prank on you.

Little did you know, that that is exactly where you’d end up. You were at a bar an hour ago with the rest of the guys, but now you and Johnny had found your way back to the hotel you were staying at, and were in the elevator to go upstairs.

When the doors opened, you didn’t walk in your room’s direction, instead you just grabbed Johnny’s sleeve, the alcohol in your system acting before your brain could.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” He said, coming closer to you, and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“I wanna stay with you” is all you told him, and that cocky bastard just smiled at you, and pulled you behind him into his room.

He knew you both were too drunk to do anything besides sleeping, but he didn’t wanna leave you behind in that elevator either. So he threw you one of his tee shirts to change into as he climbed under the sheets.

When you joined him, your heart was racing and him scooting himself closer to you wasnt helping.

“Ya know you’re pretty, right?” He smiled at you, light from the TV glistening off his eyes as he stared at you.

“I could say the same thing about you, Mr.Clapp” you giggled, knowing he hated when you called him by his actual name.

He ended up pulling you closer to him, and you willingly obliged, laying your head on his bare chest. If you were sober you knew you’d be in your own hotel room, alone right now.

You woke up in the morning to Jeff banging on his door telling him to get up, but felt Knox’s arm tighten around your waist, and could feel something else pressing against you. The affects of the alcohol last night rang in your head, but you didn’t regret coming back here.

“Morning” he muttered, uncomfortably shifting his hips away from you, but still holding onto your torso.

You guys ended up talking that morning, among other things, and ended up confessing your feelings to each other, and when you told the rest of the guys that you two were together now, you were just shocked at how many of them placed bets on how long it would take.

Bam

You’d go back with Bam and Ryan to West Chester on break from filming, since you grew up with them as kids and haven’t seen April and Phil for a while.

When you get there, you plan on taking the couch but April tells you to take Bam’s bed or the guest bed from Ryan, which just results in Ryan locking himself in the guest room.

“It’s my bed tho mom” “I don’t care, let her sleep there you can sleep on the couch”

You feel bad kicking Bam out of his own bed, especially since he clearly doesn’t want to sleep on the couch. “Why don’t we just share? Just keep your hands to yourself” you proposed, and he agreed.

“Cant promise to keep on my side, what if I get cold?” He asked with a laugh, which just earned a slap to his shoulder from you as you climbed in next to him.

You guys just layed there and talked about random stuff like you normally did until you both fell asleep,

In the morning, you opened your eyes to the unfamiliar feeling of a head on your chest and an arm over your stomach.

Remembering where you fell asleep last night, you looked down and saw Bam with his head tucked against your chest, softly snoring away.

You found yourself blushing, especially when his hair fell on his face and he scrunched his nose up. He just looked so calm for once in his life.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and smiled widely at you, “see something you like?”

“Definitely not” you told him barely above a whisper, smiling as your cheeks burned red, but you found yourself raising a hand to run through his hair and he nestled back into your chest again, and closed his eyes.

Steveo

You don’t remember how you ended up here, but you know you woke up with a splitting headache, barely anything on, and in the same bed as an equally bare Steveo

You took a deep breath, looking around the room without sitting up, and remembered you were at a party at his apartment last night, you’d just never actually been in his room before now (or apparently last night)

“Steveo” you whispered, and poked his shoulder, holding his blanket around yourself.

He flung his hand over and swatted yours away, burying his head in his pillow.

“Steveo.” You said louder, this getting him to turn his head at you now, with a smirk on his face.

“Why the fuck am I in your bed right now?!?” You asked, wanting to knock that smirk off his face till you got some answers

“You don’t remember?” He asked, starting to laugh

“Obviously not dumbass!”

“We were all playing truth or dare, and Knox and Pontius dared you that you wouldn’t sleep with me, so you did! I was just as wasted as you were princess” he said, still laughing as your cheeks burned red as memories started to flood back.

You had stupidly decided to tell Chris that you thought Steveo was cute a couple weeks back when you guys were once again, drunk, and of course he decided to use that against you.

“You should see your face right now” he told you, now fully rolled over towards you and smiling.

“I hate them, and you” you told him, blushing again.

“Really didn’t seem like you hated me too much last night, wanna test that theory out again?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

If it wasn’t for your splitting headache, you know you would have said yes.

So you opted to say, “thanks to you assholes I feel like shit, but call me later” as you rolled out of bed, half covered up with one of his blankets and out of his door.

Ryan

You guys had been traveling for Jackass, and arrived at a new hotel.

You were in the middle of a prank war with Bam and Dave, and when you came out of your rooms bathroom, you found your room absolutely trashed, and your bed on the balcony of your hotel room, the mattress down on the ground below.

Knowing there was no way you were going to get that back upstairs, you went looking for Bam or Dave, but they had already barricaded themselves in their rooms. So you chose to pound on their doors.

“Y/n, you locked out or something?” Ryan said, opening his door which was next to Bams room, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“No, your dumbass friend and Dave broke into my room when I was showering and threw my bed over the balcony, so I was gonna make one of them go get it” I chuckled, watching as he looked down at his feet and laughed too.

“Just come in here for tonight, it’s late and we’ve been traveling all day, no need to wake anyone else up with your knocking, I’ll help you get them back tomororw” he said, holding his hotel room door open wider

“You sure?” “I don’t have cooties, y/n” he joked, holding his arms up and spun around quickly pretending to let you check him for them.

You walked in his room, and flopped down on his bed, watching as he walked over and climbed in next to you. You always thought he was cute but suddenly being here alone with him in his room made it hard for you to find words

“I’m not gonna bite” he told you, nudging you in the shoulder as he could sense your tenseness. “I can sleep on the couch or something If you want” he added which made you feel guilty.

“No, I’m sorry, just I didn’t wanna impose” you blurred out before deciding to add some sort of joking factor to break the tension in the air, “besides who’d pass up the opportunity to sleep with the Ryan Dunn”

“I could say the same thing about you” he said, winking at you and reaching over the turn off the light, thankfully just in time to hide the blush that had appeared on your face.

“Ryan?” “Yea?” “Do you care if I like, scoot closer to you? It’s cold in here and all my warmer clothes are back in my room and I’m scared they booby-trapped my room by now” you confessed, making him laugh again.

“Why would I say no to that?” He said, lifting the blanket up so you could wrap yourself closer to his side. “Thank you” you mumbled, feeling warm and sleepy, the anger from the whole bed-over-the-balcony situation fading

“Goodnight y/n” he mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead

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Let me know either in my asks or comments if I should do a part 2 of this with the rest of the guys‼️