#and by that i mean. hurt leaf. um

[yanderederee]

Windbreaker Official Q&A !

Part1 › Part2 › Part3

(answer releases are slow, so I’ll post an update probably within a month or so?) -> Q&A hosted here

1. What would you spend 500 yen on?

Sakura: “I’d buy Saboten’s Curry Bread.”

Nirei: “I’d like to buy more notebooks!”

Sugishita: “Dunno.”

Kotoha: “A cup of delicious coffee.”

Suo: “I would donate it of course.”

Hiragi: “I just ran out of stomach medicine.”

2. If you were to travel in Japan, where would you like to go?

Sakura: “Well… a place worth taking a walk.”

Nirei: “We should all go to Okinawa, it looks like fun.”

Sugishita: “Dunno.”

Kotoha: “I want to see the snowy scenery of nature in Hokkaido.”

Suo: “I’d like to go to a tea plantation in Shizuoka and pick tea.”

Hiragi: “I want to try snowboarding, so probably a ski resort.”

3. What is your favorite seasoning?

Sakura: “Ketchup. Omurice with ketchup is the best.”

Nirei: “I like to eat rice cakes with sugary soy sauce!”

Sugishita: “Dunno.”

Kotoha: “Japanese-style soup stock. With that, I can make anything delicious.”

Suo: “I’d say soy sauce. It's sweet, isn't it?”

Hiragi: “It's delicious if you put miso on nigiri rice and bake it.”

4.) What do you think about before going to sleep?

Sakura: “Fighting.”

Nirei: “I think about everyone I was with that day.”

Sugishita: “Dunno.”

Kotoha: “Pothos's sales status.”

Suo: “The dragon sealed in the left eye is about to rampage, so I guess that's it, haha.”

Hiragi: “If I can’t sleep, I try not to think about it.”

5. What would you eat for your last meal?

Sakura: “What… Why is it the last one? I’ve never thought about it.”

Nirei: “High-class meat. I want to eat til I’m full!”

Sugishita: “Dunno.”

Kotoha: “I dont care what I eat, I just want to eat it with everyone at the facility and the teachers.”

Suo: “Hmm, I don’t need to eat anything.”

Hiragi: “If it’s my last meal, then that must mean I’m in a bad situation, right? That means my stomach hurts, and I wonder if I can eat it. If I can eat it, I might say Katsudon.”

6.) What happened recently that made you happy?

Sakura: “At the butcher's... I got a bonus when I bought croquettes…”

Nirei: “I was able to have small talk with Mr. Umemiya.”

Sugishita: “Dunno.”

Kotoha: “Customers really liked the new menu.”

Suo: * “I had two tea pillars stand recently.”

Hiragi: “I got a ticket for my favorite band.” (LETS GO TOGETHER PLEASE!!!)

* When pouring freshly brewed loose-leaf tea, you can sometimes expect to find a tea stem/pillar in your tea. It’s considered good luck if one of those pillars stand vertically.

7.) What would you do if a stranger of the opposite sex asked for your contact information?

Sakura: “What?! What are you going to do when you have it!?”

Nirei: “A-are you sure it’s mine you want!? Not Sakura, or Suo’s?!”

Sugishita: “eh… uh…. um…”

Kotoha: “Sorry~ I have a boyfriend.”

Suo: “I don’t have a phone, sorry.”

Hiragi: “O..Oh… is my number okay?” (YES PLEASE)

[scorpiossslut]

Sweetheart Syndrome— Rafe Cameron. (Part three)

pairing: bsf!rafe x reader

summary: Rafe and reader have always been inseparable - best friends since childhood, their bond seeming unbreakable. But when Rafe's affection for her morphs into something darker, he will stop at nothing to make her his. She is blissfully unaware of the darkness growing within him, finds herself caught between love and fear, unsure of where Rafe ends and she begins. As his manipulation tightens, she struggles to hold on to the person she once was.

Warnings: possessive!rafe, borderline obsessive, crazy!rafe, violence, jealousy, thoughts of murder, unprotected sex.

3. Warning signs.

“Jealousy isn’t a feeling. It’s a warning sign.”

Song: “Serial Killer”— Lana Del Rey.

There was something different in Rafe’s silence tonight.

It wasn’t the usual detached cool or gritted annoyance. It was heavier. Coiled. Like a trigger under pressure.

She didn’t notice.

She was too busy flirting.

It wasn’t even real flirting — not to her, anyway. Just her being her usual self. Being too friendly, too oblivious. Laughing too loud. Tossing her hair. Sipping out of someone else’s cup like she owned the whole damn place.

The guy — Eli, or Evan, something with an E — had a stupid tattoo and a backwards cap. She complimented it.

Rafe watched from the shadows, leaning against a driftwood log with his jaw locked so tight it hurt.

Topper and Kelce were behind him, drinking and watching, too — but only Rafe had that still, razor-sharp expression. Like a blade not yet drawn.

“You good?” Kelce asked, eyeing him carefully.

Rafe didn’t answer.

“She’s just talking,” Topper offered, trying to keep things chill. “She’s always like that. You know how she is.”

“I know,” Rafe muttered, but his voice didn’t sound like his own.

He was barely hearing them. His eyes were fixed on her — her smile, her hand on the guy’s arm, her mouth close to his ear. She laughed at something he said.

Rafe’s fingers twitched. Topper said something else, but he didn’t catch it.

Because Leah had just touched the guy’s chest.

That was it.

⸻

No one saw Rafe leave the fire.

No one noticed when he disappeared into the tree line near the trail where Evan/Eli would walk alone later.

But hours later, news would spread fast — someone got jumped near the beach path. Broken nose. Cracked ribs. Said it was too dark to see who did it.

She found out the next morning through a friend’s story.

“Oh my God,” she gasped, sitting on Rafe’s kitchen counter, scrolling. “That guy I was talking to got beat up. Last night! Can you believe that?”

Rafe looked up from pouring orange juice. “What guy?”

“Um… the one with the stupid leaf tattoo? He walked me to the cooler?”

Rafe didn’t blink as he feigned innocence. “You were with him?”

“Barely,” she said, frowning. “He just gave me a drink and told me I should model or something dumb. He seemed nice.”

“Guess not nice enough,” he said flatly.

She tilted her head. “You’re being weird again.”

He handed her the glass. “Just saying. People aren’t who they seem.”

She took the drink, watching him with narrowed eyes. “Why do you always say shit like that?”

“Because you don’t.”

“What does that even mean?”

He didn’t answer.

She huffed and took a sip. “Whatever. You’re in one of your moods again.”

He didn’t say it, but he felt it down to his bones.

You shouldn’t have smiled at him like that.

You’re mine.

Even if you don’t know it yet.

Rafe.

I don’t even remember a time before her.

She’s just… always been there.

Bouncing into my house without knocking, getting peanut butter on my shirts, calling me “Rafey” like it wasn’t the most embarrassing thing in the world. And I let her. Even then.

She was loud, and soft, and always glowing. The kind of girl who trips over nothing and laughs like it’s magic. And I used to think she was annoying as hell.

But I also used to wait for her.

Every morning, I’d check the driveway to see if her bike was there. Every night, I’d find an excuse to text her about some stupid movie or ask if she had my hoodie — even if I knew exactly where it was.

It wasn’t love at first. It wasn’t even attraction. Not really.

I didn’t see her that way — not until I was sixteen.

I remember the moment.

She was lying on the beach with me, sun on her skin, babbling about nothing — something about watermelon lip balm and how she wanted to get a nose ring. I was staring at her. And something… shifted. Just like that.The way her mouth moved. The way she smiled without looking at me.

It wasn’t cute anymore. It was something else. Something deeper.

Worse.

I wanted to touch her hair. I wanted to pull her closer. I wanted to grab her and ask her who she really thought about when she kissed boys in spin-the-bottle.

And it got worse.

I’d check her phone when she went to the bathroom.

Just to see. Just to know.

I told myself I was keeping her safe. But if I’m honest?

I just can’t stand the idea of her thinking about someone else the way I think about her.

She didn’t even notice. She was always soft like that. Always trusting. Always mine — and she didn’t even know it.

I started following her. Not in a creepy way, not at first. Just… making sure she got home okay. Watching from across the street. Keeping an eye on who she talked to.

Then I started staying up after sleepovers — watching her sleep, just to make sure she was okay.

Nobody loves her like I do. She doesn’t even love herself the way I love her. But she’ll understand one day.

I know it’s not normal — the way I need her. The way I’d kill for her.

I don’t regret what I’ve done tonight to that douchebag. Not in the slightest.

I tried to stay calm. I really did.

But then he leaned in. Said something near her ear. She laughed.

And I swear to God, I felt my heart snap in half.

So I broke his face.

I don’t remember how many times I hit him. My knuckles are still raw. Split open. I can’t even make a fist without feeling it throb. I had to make sure she couldn’t see it. But it felt good. It felt right.

If I hadn’t done it, he would’ve kept pushing. I did what I had to do.

And if it happens again… I won’t hesitate to do worse.

[deathofacupid]

cool | peter parker

a/n: this concept was so sweet to me, and i had to write something for it. okay, so yeah, this is technically irondad + spiderson... but i wanted to add to it.

repost because this fic flopped with, like, 10 notes. if you look at the og, it says 700ish because of the prev notes of what i reblogged. interact with this fic, it's what keeps me going!

summary: you find that a brown haired boy is always at the restraunt you work at, covered with cuts and bruises. you're curious, so what do you do?

warnings: cursing, minor angst (not really tho, mostly fluff)

pairing: fem!reader x post-nwh!peter parker

word count: 1.5k+ words

you're working late, you don't normally. it doesn't hurt though, having a side hustle outside of college. with shit parents, community college is really all you have as an option, so extra money is welcomed.

it's 20 minutes until closing time, and you're the only one left. you've read enough articles and watched enough true crime to be at least a little paranoid. not expecting anyone else, you spray a table, wiping it down with a rag. might as well get started with cleaning, right?

so when you hear the familiar chime of the door, you've got the right to be suprised. looking up, you're greeted by the sight of a boy. he's got soft brown curls, and (you find, once you meet his gaze) matching dark, hazel eyes.

you wave at him and move behind the register. he looks harmless, but don't most men that have bad intentions? not that you think he's going to do anything.

you're just a woman. it's the way of life, this thought spiral.

"hi, what can i get you?" when he's closer, you can see the cut he's got on his cheek. it's dried blood, but still enough to make your eyebrows shoot up. in fact, he's got a bruise too.

under his left eye, and by the yellow-green, you can tell it's fresh. it's not your business to ask, well, it is... but you're only asking about his order. he runs a hand through his hair, obviously trying to tame it.

there's a leaf at the top, tangled in there. you want to take it out.

he sniffs, eying the menu. you've never seen him here before, and you've been working here for a while. now that you're looking at him, his eye looks swollen - like someone socked him. "a- a cheese-"

you're not sure where the sudden courage comes from, but you cut him off; "do you want an ice pack? or, uh, maybe frozen peas?"

he looks startled for a second, as if he were just now knocked out og this long train of thought. he pauses to touch his eye, "um," you can tell he doesn't want to trouble you, but you're intrigued now.

"seriously, it's no problem." (on the account you have frozen peas, then it would be no problem. if you didn't... a pack of cold, raw meat-?)

"sure, yeah."

"cool. er- stay right there." you go to the freezer room, rummaging around for frozen peas. it takes you a minute, and you're afraid there are none for a moment, but there are. triumphantly, you bring them back out.

he's standing in the same place, although you're not sure why he would've left. "peas!" you sing-song. handing them to him, you smile.

he throws one back, though it's forced and kind of hollow. you're afraid you've made him uncomfortable, or that you're too much. are you too much?

he squints at your nametag, "thanks, uh, gertrude?"

you're confused for a second, "oh, she's dead."

"i- sorry?" he tilts his head, now he's confused too.

"no, i mean, this isn't my nametag. it's old. like, super old. manager's dead wife. this place is too cheap to get new ones, so we, like, basically catfish people."

he nods, "okay. what's is it then?"

"huh?"

"your name."

you mentally smack your forehead, of course that's what he was asking. "y/n."

"cool. i'm peter. peter parker."

"nice to meet you peter peter parker," it's your attempt at a joke, paired with a lopsided grin. it makes peter smile though, so you consider it a win.

peter presses the pack to his eye, a wince turning into a sigh. oddly enough, it sounds sexual to you, and your face is heating up. what's wrong with you? seriously?

"okay, well, um, i assume you still wanna order something?"

"yeah. maybe just a cheeseburger and fries?"

"you got it," it's closing time, but you don't mind. peter is cute, and he seems nice as well. you're more than happy to stay around longer. "on the house," you say when he tries to offer you money, "seems like you had a rough night."

"no, i-"

"no sweat, parker."

you ring up his order, get it ready, and by the time you're done, he's settled at a table. "here you go. enjoy!"

you go back to sweeping, but you want to talk to him more. "you live around here? i haven't seen you here before."

"uh... not exactly. i don't come here often. i, um," he presses his lips together, "had a friend that brought me here. once or twice."

you frown, "oh, i'm sorry."

"what?" peter looks up from his meal.

"i just- well, you used past tense so i assumed you don't... aren't in touch anymore?" maybe small talk was a bad idea.

"oh. yeah. i guess. he's not really... around. he passed a little while back."

it's like your heart physically aches. "that's sad to hear."

"yeah. 's okay though, getting by fine. or- or better."

"mhm. it gets better. lost my sister a few a years back."

"really? i'm sorry." they're empty words, you've probably heard them a lot, he knows that. you know he knows that.

"thanks."

"yeah," it's quiet for a little while longer.

"so, uh," he pauses, taking a sip of his water, "are you still in school?"

"college," you pause, slightly embarrassed, "community, i mean."

"oh. cool. i'm at midtown. it's not, like, super fancy or whatever..."

you cut him off, shrugging, "better than community. and isn't it like so stupid, how they basically tell you that college is a must, and then have you pay all this money? 'oh, you need it for a good future!'" you mock, "aw, really? then make it free!"

you freeze, realizing you've gone on a tangent. "sorry," you say, flushing.

"no, it's okay," he laughs. "it's cool you're... passionate."

"thanks," you put the broom away. "um, i have to go take out the trash. would you mind... not stealing anything?"

"i'll try," he jokes.

"cool. i believe in your ability of self-restraint."

"cool," he says, matching your tone.

"cool."

"cool."

"okay, that got weird after the, like, second time," you make a face.

"no, yeah, i agree."

"cool," you say, staring at each other in dead silence, before bursting into laughter. you hold up the trashbag, "yeah, so, one sec."

you push open the back door, tossing the bag in the dumpster.

he's so nice, you think. look at you, falling for a basically stranger. you walk back in, closing the door behind you. you notice he's done, so you throw out his things, cleaning down the table.

"hey, uh, when do you close?" peter asks.

you check the clock, "mm... 15 minutes ago."

"holy shit, really?"

"yeah. it's cool though. i was closing anyway, and the company didn't hurt. also... it looked like you needed this."

he looks down at his shoes, smiling, "yeah, no, i did. thanks. and sorry."

"like i said, it's cool."

"cool," you stop, "are you in a cult?" you blurt.

"um, sorry?"

"sorry, like, i just, you look... beat up. and i was wondering if you were in a gang... or something." you squint at the dried blood on his knuckles.

"uh... i am not."

"then how'd you get those?"

he looks conflicted, and you've probably crossed a line. "oh my god, i'm so sorry. obviously, it's not my business. i was just... curious."

you wipe down your last table, cursing yourself internally.

"no, it's cool. i'm..."

"seriously, it's not my business. don't tell me, actually. plausible deniability," you joke.

he says something, and it's so quiet, you don't hear it. "what?" you ask.

"i'm spider-man!"

"uh. what?"

"you don't know spider-man?"

"no, of course i know spider-man!"

"well, yeah. that's me. suprise." he says, doing a small show of jazz-hands.

"there's legit no way. i know i catfished you earlier, but that was on accident!"

he tilts his head, as if he's weighing his options. in reponse, you narrow your eyes at him, trying to figure out if it's one big joke. after that, it's so quick, you barely notice. something hits your hip, not harshly, and then you're spinning towards peter.

"holy-!" you look down at your side, trying to figure out what it is. you're tucked into peter, and you realize it's... a web. "no. way."

"yes way."

"why'd you tell me? now i can't plausibly deny anything! also, isn't this supposed to be a secret? isn't that the point of the mask? how do you know i won't sell you out?"

"that was a lot."

"i know. but it was very valid."

"i don't know. i just wanted to. you're nice and sweet and pretty-"

"oh, so pretty privilege?"

"no! no, of course not!"

"well, um," you wrap your arms around his neck, "thank you for trusting me. i won't tell anyone."

"cool."

"cool."

his hands are on your hips, and he's leaning in, but you pull away, smirking.

"no kissing until the second date, i'm afraid."

"we're going on dates?"

"if you don't want me to broadcast to the world, yes."

"well, i would've asked to take you anyways."

you smile at him, enjoying the moment.

"wait, are those cameras?" there's absolute panic in his voice, and you giggle.

"those are fake. it's cardboard to scare people off."

"oh. cool."

"cool."

you end up kissing him anyways.

@whatsupstark@ell0ra-br3kk3r@idli-dosa@susvale@kdbsr-h@littlemsbumblebee @sflame15-blog @twinsunkithies @chocolateshepherddreamclod @one-piece-frvr7

[prettyboypistol]

7MIH With The Mercs! || TF2 x M!Reader

Implied that the Merc stuck with you has a MAJOR crush on you, but is too stubborn/shy to say anything about it.

Reader is an employee of Mann Co., a lot like Ms. Pauling, but for trivial things that the mercs need. He essentially takes reports of issues/needs and sends them forward.

Scout

As Scout is shut into the cramped closet and the door is locked, he hears the noise of someone else being in there with him.

"Scout?"

FUCK.

Scout bangs his hands on the door, demanding to be let out.

Def more shy than stubborn, but he plays off his bashfulness as pride.

He's blushing like the deepest ruby and shaking like an autumn leaf while there with you. The closet is so cramped that you can feel how fast his heart is pumping!

He's shy, not stupid, so he aboslutely "accidentally" brushes his hands on you as he tries to move.

Soldier

Solder was asked to simply retrieve some supplies from the closet. He opens the door to see you in there, only for a force to shove him in and lock the door.

"WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS?! i DEMAND AN EXPLANATION!"

"Sir? Are you alright?"

Very awkward and remains as still as possible, as there is no room to flail about.

100% stubborn, not shy at all.

He refuses to even acknowledge that you're stuck in there with him, but if you start apologizing he'll give a few "words of encouragement" like that the situation isn't your fault and whatnot.

Engineer

Engineer just went to go get some paper towels because of a spill that happened in the garage! He was caught completely off guard when the door shut behind him, locking as snickers were heard from outside. Engineer sighed, but fumbled through his tools for his lockpick, but he then heard a familiar man.

"Dr. Conagher?"

His stupid heart skipped multiple beats.

He suddenly fumbles with the tools in his belt, profusely aologizing for not noticing you earlier. He sounds embarrassed as he deftly handles his toolbelt

Assures you that he'll get you two both out of the closet, totally not because he's shy about being so close to you!

He's a gentleman, so he doesn't do anything to you. He apologizes for every bump he does against you.

Demoman

Well, nobody really locked Demoman in the closet, he moreso drunkenyly stumbled in while looking for something and accidentally locked the door!

"Tavish?"

God damn, how lucky! His favorite person!

Overjoyed to see you and strikes up a conversation immediately, as if he's not pressed up against you and uncomfortably close.

He drops a few joking pick up lines like: "If you wanted to get close to me, you coulda just asked!" "So, come here often?" etc to get you to laugh.

Probably makes the joke that you two should fool around, tilting your chin up to lock eyes with him, but nothing too incriminating of his true feelings.

Heavy

Well, Heavy wasn't locked in the storage closet, not initially, at least. The doorknob fell off!

"Um- excuse me sir-"

Heavy realized he wasn't pushed up against a cabinet, but the little assistant of his dreams. Oh god, he could just break the door in, right?

Heavy def feels embarrassed, being so impatient and angry enough to break the handle in front of you. He apologizes for getting you into this mess and how cramped you are.

Offers to knock the door down for you.

He's not shy per se, but he's definitely nervous about his feelings for you. He's bold enough to put a hand on your shoulder/back as a reassuring gesture.

Pyro

They're not really aware of the situation until the door latches shut. They're mad that they were shoved into the closet initially, but hearing you announce that you were in the closet and to please not light the closet on fire! Made them reconsider the situation.

They're not... opposed to being so close to you, but the situation isn't optimal!

Pyro holds you close to comfort you, trying to explain that they're not gonna hurt you as a civilian.

They've always held an affection for you and you could tell. They seemed more aware of the world and more lucid when you talked to them, anyway.

If nobody comes to get you two, Pyro pushes you away and uses thier axe to break the door.

Spy

As gracelessly as possible, Demoman shoved Spy into the storage closet. It was meant to be a harmless, albeit slightly spiteful joke, but the Scotsman didn't realize the little assistant was in there as well.

Spy did, as their bodies were far too close for his comfort.

He's embarrassed, but is never one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He's SUCH a joking flirt, making you laugh as he picks the lock.

"What a shame, I think the men were playing a joke on us, no? Oh, how the world hates the beautiful." dramatic ass bitch

DEF wants to take the opportunity to feel you up and actually hit on you, but doesn't because "it's not the right time"

Medic

As Medic is shoved into the dark storage closet, his body bumps against another.

"Ack! Who the hell is in here?!" Medic huffed.

"Mister Medic?" A voice spoke out. Medic looked towards the voice, immediately.

'Gott in himmel, why'd they wrap him up in all this?!'

He's very awkward and avoids the situation, makes a show of demanding to be let out.

He's more on the stubborn end of the spectrum rather than shy, but he is certainly a little more bashful around you.

The most you're going to get from him in the closet together is an accidental brushing of his hands on your sides, to which he will refuse to speak on.

If you had a light source, the man would OBVIOUSLY be blushing.

Sniper

Sniper is just going into the storage closet for some bleach, but when he sees you, he slams the door shut, accidentally dropping a plank underneath the doorknob.

"I- fuck."

gay PANICS HARD, forcing himself to be quiet. He might be silent physically, but his mind is so loud.

He realizes the cliche and won't forget this ever! He's blushy, he's sweating, and god he wants to kiss you. He tries to assure you- apologize, even! But he's tongue tied!

If you come onto him, he doesn''t protext, but does that cute lil "hey now.." softly as he holds your wrists. He doesn't stop your hands moving, though.

[smilingformoney]

Rickmas Day 18: Secret Visitor

Character: Elliott Marston (Quigley Down Under) Relationship(s): Elliott/Mary (OC) Warnings: animal death

Based on The Eternal Summer

Read on Ao3 or below the cut:

Elliott woke up colder than usual. He usually woke up with Mary tucked up against his chest, but for some reason this morning he was facing away from her, leaving him not only cold but without her embrace. He’d spent many years sleeping alone, but now he was used to Mary’s company, and he didn’t like waking up without an arm around her.

He rolled over in the bed and reached out across the bed, but to his surprise, he met only the mattress.

He opened his eyes fully, and through the darkness he could just about make out the empty bed, the duvet pulled back on Mary’s side as if she’d climbed out of bed.

Confused, Elliott sat up, rubbing his eyes, and waited for his eyesight to adjust to the dark. As the outlines of the furniture became clearer, Elliott noticed that Mary’s robe that usually hung by the bedroom door was gone.

His heart sank with worry. Where could she possibly have gone in the dead of night? Elliott climbed out of bed, grabbed his gun from his bedside cabinet, and slipped a pair of shoes on along with his own robe. He peered at the clock on the wall through the darkness and could just about make out that it was twenty past two in the morning.

His grip on his gun tightening slightly, Elliott quietly crept out of the bedroom. First he checked the bathroom, in case she was in there, but the door was ajar and no candles were lit.

He made his way carefully through the house, keeping a close eye on the outlines of the furniture in the dark so as not to bump into anything. As he made his way through the lounge, he realised that the front door was ajar and a faint light peeked through the gap, coming apparently from the porch.

He peered through the gap, ready to aim his gun at any moment… and sighed with relief when he saw Mary, sitting on her own on the edge of the porch, her back to him and her attention seemingly on something she was holding.

“Mary?”

She looked around, her eyes wide in alarm at hearing his voice, then shushed him quickly.

“What are you doing out here?” Elliott asked in hushed tones, stepping out onto the porch. He approached her quietly, and when the thing she was holding came into view, his grip on his gun tightened again.

“Is that a quokka?!” he hissed.

“His name is Sammy,” Mary whispered in reply. “Don’t scare him off!”

“You named it?!”

“Shh!”

Mary looked back down at the creature she was holding, which was approximately the size of a house cat but looked more like a rat or a tiny kangaroo. It seemed perfectly content in Mary’s arms, and was currently munching on a cabbage leaf.

“Did you give it cabbage?”

“Yes, he loves cabbage! He likes lettuce too, anything green really, but cabbage is his favourite.”

Elliott sighed. He sank down to his knees and sat next to Mary, placing his gun down on the porch but still within reach.

“How long have you been feeding it?”

“Maybe ten minutes or so…”

“I mean before tonight.”

“Oh, um… maybe three days?” Mary looked up at Elliott with a guilty expression. “I’m sorry, I should have told you… I’ve been waking up in the night a lot at around this time, so I started going out for some air, and he just came running up to me! He’s come back every night since. Isn’t he the cutest?”

“Mary, it’s a wild animal. It could seriously hurt you! What on earth possessed you to start feeding it our food?”

Mary pouted.

“I knew you wouldn’t like it.”

Elliott felt a pang of guilt. No, stop it, he reminded himself firmly. He was right to be annoyed! She was holding and feeding an animal she knew nothing about!

“Mary, you can’t keep a quokka for a pet.”

“He’s not a pet!” she insisted. “He’s just a friendly visitor.”

She scratched the quokka’s fur affectionately. It didn’t seem to notice, too focused on eating the quickly diminishing cabbage leaf.

“Mary, I know it’s very cute. But you don’t know anything about it. It could hurt you, or you could hurt it —”

“I wouldn’t!”

“Not intentionally, but how do you know cabbage is good for it?”

“What do you mean? Cabbage is healthy.”

Elliott sighed and pinched his nose in frustration.

“Healthy for us, yes, but animals are different. Hay is good for horses to eat, but not humans. It may like cabbage, but that doesn’t mean it’s good for it.”

“He’s my friend,” Mary insisted stubbornly, stroking the quokka’s fur as it finished up its leaf. “If cabbage made him sick, he wouldn’t keep coming back.”

“That’s not how it works, Mary,” Elliott sighed. “Come on, give it to me, I’ll take it back out to the wild —”

“No!”

Mary tried to pull the quokka away from Elliott, who went to grab it, and the sudden movement startled the creature, which suddenly bit down on the nearest piece of flesh, causing Mary to cry out in pain, then it jumped out of her arms and scurried away.

“Fucking rat!” Elliott cursed. He grabbed his gun, and before Mary could protest, a shot rang out and the quokka stopped moving very suddenly.

“Elliott, no!”

Ignoring her protests, Elliott grabbed her hand and pulled it towards him to examine. The creature had bitten her finger, only a shallow wound, but it was bleeding all the same.

“Shit. Come on, let’s get inside, I need to clean you up.”

“You shot him!” Mary cried, and Elliott realised as he looked up at her that there were actual tears in her eyes. She was crying over a creature that had bitten her!

“It bit you, Mary!”

“Only because you scared him!”

“I was trying to take it back where it belonged!”

“He would have left anyway, he always goes away again once I’ve fed him!”

Elliott growled in frustration.

“We are not arguing about this now, Mary, your finger is bleeding! Get inside now, I have to clean it before it gets infected.”

Mary humphed at him, but she stood and let him escort her inside. He took her into the kitchen and sat her down on a stool by the sink, turned the cold water tap on and instructed her to hold the wound under the running water while he searched for the gauze.

“It stings,” Mary complained.

“Good, that means it’s working. Ah - here it is.”

Elliott pulled another stool up beside Mary, turned the tap off and gently held her injured hand on his lap.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this ‘friend’ of yours?” he asked as he began measuring out the gauze.

“I knew you wouldn’t like it.”

“Because you knew it was foolish?”

Mary sniffed and shrugged her shoulders.

“I knew you’d be worried he’d hurt me, and I know whenever you’re worried about me you reach for your gun. And I was right.”

“I shouldn’t have shot it,” Elliott conceded as he cut the gauze to size. “Here - hold your finger out straight so I can wrap this around it.”

She did so.

“It hurt you,” Elliott continued. “I reacted without thinking. I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Mary said miserably. “You’re right, I don’t know anything about - what did you say it was called?”

“A quokka.”

She sniffed. “That’s a silly name.”

Elliott smiled in spite of their argument and glanced up at her. “Lots of animals in Australia have silly names, even the dangerous ones. And quokkas, fortunately, aren’t very dangerous, but you weren’t to know that. If you’d befriended something worse, like a dingo or a cassowary, we’d have much worse things to worry about than a little bite.”

“I wouldn’t be worried. I’ve got you to protect me.”

“That you do. But not when you’re sneaking out in the middle of the night! There - all done.”

He secured the gauze around her finger, then raised her hand to his lips to press a gentle kiss to the wounded finger.

“How does it feel?”

“Better now you’ve kissed it,” Mary said with a coy smile. “But, you know, my lips are feeling kind of funny too…”

Elliott smirked. “Is that so? Well, I’ll not let it be said I don’t look after you.”

He leaned forward and planted a quick, gentle kiss on her lips.

“Better?” he murmured.

“Hmm, I don’t know… maybe you should do it again, just to be sure.”

“Cheeky girl,” Elliott chuckled, but not being one to miss out on an opportunity to kiss Mary, he gave her another kiss, his lips lingering for longer this time, even parting slightly to tease her with his tongue.

“How’s that?”

Mary smiled dreamily. “Mmm, much better.”

“Good. Now, how about we get back to bed, hm? I woke up without you in my arms, and I’m keen to fix that.”

Mary nodded eagerly, so Elliott helped her to her feet and guided her in the dark back to the bedroom. They both shrugged off the robes they’d put on, kicked off their shoes, and climbed back into bed, Mary falling naturally into her position in Elliott’s arms, her back pressed up against his chest. He held her securely against him, as if worried she’d try to sneak out to feed some other animal, but Mary didn’t mind. She liked it when he held her so securely; it made her feel safe and protected, as if nothing could ever harm her. And, if Elliott had anything to say about it, nothing ever would.

[selineram3421]

Ha... Summer is coming. And with it the change of temperature.

Isekai'd

Part 1: Saved By the Undertaker

Prologue

~

Vash (Tristamp) X Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ cussing, slight heat coma?[just passing out] ⚠

You don't know how long you've been walking.

The heat was distorting time and you were uncomfortable, sweat being produced by your body and some running down your forehead.

I can't believe I've been Isekai'd.

Not only that, you didn't know when in the series you landed.

Its only logical that I landed around the first episodes. You thought. But I can't be too sure.. What if I'm in Trigun 98? Geez its hot.

The clothes you were wearing weren't helping. They clung to your skin and trapped the heat in, and your shoes were filled with sand.

The only thing on your mind was to find a town quick, or hope for some help to pass by.

I have to be careful though, there's a lot of creeps and assholes.

At some point you stumbled upon a large rock. You didn't think much of it but then realized that it would have shade to help you cool off.

Oh thank whatever being placed this here.

Rushing over, you slid into the shade on your knees and leaned back, letting your back rest against the rock.

"I swear, if I kept walking any longer I would have gotten a bad sunburn.", you sighed.

Now that you've stopped walking, the feeling of being tired set in your bones. It didn't help that you stayed up all night watching anime.

I can't go to sleep though. You thought, feeling your eyelids droop. I have to..

The heat was making you sleepy.

It was a problem you had even on Earth, your body just shut down whenever it got too hot.

I can't..

That was the last thing you thought before passing out.

✴

A tree.

You saw a tree after opening your eyes. Then the feeling of grass brushing against your fingers.

The wind was blowing softly and made the leafs rustle, light shimmering through the spaces between. Making it look like sparkling gold.

This is nice. You thought, feeling calm.

A song was playing but you didn't notice until the wind stopped.

Someone was humming.

Turning your head, you see a woman with black hair near a meadow of red flowers. And then you remembered.

"Rem?", you spoke out loud.

She turned to face you with a smile.

Then all of it faded away.

✴

You woke up in a daze.

Ribs hurting, meaning you slept for way too long.

After sitting up, you notice that you're not in the desert anymore. Instead you find yourself in a room that smells a lot like a hospital or clinic.

How did I-? You think before a sudden dizzy spell takes over and you lean to the side, falling off the bed with a loud thud.

"Ow."

You hear the door opening and at least two sets of footsteps rushing into the room.

"You shouldn't be moving around yet.", an older man says and helps you sit up.

He looks like the boiler man from Spirited Away, just a little bit. But his moustache is white and he's wearing glasses instead of the little shades. Obviously, no extra set of arms.

"Young man.", he looks over at the other person that followed him in. "Could you help them back onto the bed?"

Following the old man's gaze, you see a tall man with black hair, black shades, and wearing a suit. Smoking a cigarette-

"And please put that out, there is no smoking allowed in the clinic.", the old man says.

Woolfwood!? You think in shock.

"Sure.", he says with a sigh, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and putting it out.

Seriously, when the fuck am I in the series!?

Now back on the bed, the old man does a quick check up on you.

"You're lucky. If this man hadn't found you, you would have ended up as worm food.", he says and hands you a glass of water.

"Thanks.", you say and gulp down the water.

I honestly would have accepted my fate. You thought.

"Um, where am I exactly?", you ask.

"You're in the city of Lowland", the doctor says.

You hum and try to remember the map that was brought up in the episodes.

If I remember correctly, Jeneora Rock is to the West of here. You thank the old man before getting too deep in your thoughts. I'll have to draw up the map soon.

"I've got a question.", Nicholas pipes in, making you look over at him. "Where are you from? You don't look like you're properly..uh"

Oh shit oh shit oh shit-!

You hope the panic doesn't show on your face as you try and think up some sort of excuse.

"I-I don't remember.", you stutter out and look down with confusion written on your face.

I'm going to have to play the amnesia card! Its the only way for right now!

"I just remember walking through the desert and resting in the shade.", you say and try to sell the act by looking frustrated. "I can't remember.."

"It sounds like a case of amnesia.", the doctor says.

I'm playing a card that most fanfics use! I'm sorry but I couldn't think of anything else!

"Sounds like shitty situation.", Nicholas syas.

You have no idea. You think, crying internally.

"I'm off then.", the man in the suit says and starts making his way to the door. "You're not dead and I have no reason to be around anymore."

Before he could walk out the door, your brain rushed out some words.

"At least tell me your name!"

The undertaker glances over his shoulder to look at you. "Nicholas.", he says and puts an unlit cigarette between his lips. "Nicholas D. Wolfwood."

Then he walks out.

Very in character. You think and sigh, letting your head hang down. How am I going to survive on this hellish planet?

Looking down at your hands, you notice something that somehow passed over your head.

I'm in Trigun Stampede and-

"I'M FUCKING ANIMATED!?"

Lol, he thought you were dead.

~Seline, the person.

Next: Part 2

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ML Vash | ChL Isekai'd

[water-writings]

responses to i love you + you what?

Thank you again for the prompt Leaf! I immediately knew who this would be for when I saw you send this in. I have had this idea in my head for a while, but never really how it would play out. I'm definitely keeping this for the future chapter when it happens in Golden Brown so thank you! Hope you enjoy!

Fiona froze, staring up at Sabo as her brain tried to register what he had said. "You...what?" she asked slowly. The look on Sabo's face was warm and gentle. Normally it would send Fiona's heart fluttering whenever her boyfriend looked at her that way, but right now the look on his face was sending her heart racing. Her mind was racing and she was trying her best to calm herself down, but nothing was working. Caldur's voice was echoing in her head, his fake words of love bouncing around as the memory came back. The false promises he gave her and false declarations of love that he had said to her when she was so young were coming back to haunt her. Now she was staring up at her new boyfriend, the one she had fought hard to not fall for, to not have her heart broken again. The one she couldn't deny agreeing to one date. Now Sabo was repeating the same words Caldur had said to her when she was a young teen in love, saying the words that she was terrified to hear again. Slowly, her head started shaking side to side as she looked at him. Sabo's smile fell when he saw her take a step back. He tried to reach out to her, but the look in her eyes made him drop his hand. "Fiona?" he spoke gently. "I-I-I," she stuttered, her hand flying to her chest, clutching her shirt and instinctively pulling it up over her scars. "Breathe," Sabo whispered to her. "Angel, breathe." Taking a breath in, the brunette revolutionary slowly let it out, staring into Sabo's blue eyes the whole time. Somehow his eyes always had a calming effect on her. She didn't know if she hated them in this moment or not. Her hand slowly unclenched around her shirt, but didn't move completely from it's spot. Sabo smiled gently, glad to see a little progress. Cautiously he reached out a gloved hand and took hers in it, giving it a squeeze. "Are you okay?" he asked, that same smile back on his face. Fiona nodded, staring at their hands before gradually looking up at him. "Y-yeah." Pursing her lips, she looked at him in fear and worry. What she wanted to tell him she knew he wouldn't be happy to hear. She was worried how he'd react or what he'd say. She didn't want to hurt him, but she didn't want to lie to him. "Sabo...I..." She took a deep breath. "Thank you...for telling me, but I um...I can't say it back." She stared at him, watching his smile falter slightly causing her heart to sink. "I just...like I told you before, after Caldur I'm afraid to fall in love and I'm afraid to say I'm in love. I don't think I won't ever say it, but I want to say it when I mean it." There was a pause as Sabo stared at her for a moment before he started laughing lightly. Fiona stared back at him, not sure whether to be angry or not. "Fiona," Sabo said, his smile growing. "You can take all the time you need to say it. I just wanted you to know how I feel. Take your time, angel, I can wait as long as I need to." Heat bloomed on the woman's face as Sabo brought her hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles. He continued to smile at her and bring a sense of peace. Her heart was fluttering more and more as she stared at him, in disbelief from what she heard. A small smile grew on her lips as she looked at him, the blush still on her face. "Thank you," she whispered.

[self-shipping-doll13]

#1 - Downpour Girl

Spooktober prompt: Rain | Infection

Wc: 1640

Cw: Recovery of the spinal incision Lawrence makes to player in the game. General feeling of non-safety and violence to s/i despite his caring for it. Creepy dialogue. Law being Law.

A faint drizzle spattered on the window-panes.

The glass must’ve been thick, because where I sat from my perch on the bed I noticed tiny, shallow cracks creeping up the lowermost section like cobwebs. I’d always enjoyed the sound of rain. Even now, it brought me comfort to listen to it and watch as the droplets fell and trickled in thin lines, beading in the breakages.

I needed the distraction. The incision that stretched from my nape to between my shoulder-blades was sore and taut. Lights flickered coolly in the doorway of the bathroom. I heard Lawrence rummaging through jars in the medicine cabinet, glass clinking together.

His approaching footsteps were almost lost in the rain. I didn’t turn around to see. It was better to be still.

Lawrence placed a hand tentatively on my back. "You… Shouldn’t bend your neck too much... It could pull the cuts,” he reminded me, needlessly. His touch was gentle, and his words were soft and tremulous, as if afraid to spook me. He was always wary of me becoming hostile or struggling or running away.

I was his little secret now, after all. Like an illegal pet.

“Okay.” My reply floated like a leaf sucked into a drain.

The mattress dipped as he sat behind me. Slightly nervous, my eyes flicked down to my shirt crumpled up on the clinically green sheets. The black had absorbed the red stains. Clad solely my bra I felt exposed. His cool gaze crawled up my spine like an insect.

Lawrence took a long, uncomfortable moment to look over me before he spoke again. “How are you feeling?”

“Um, It hurts a bit,” I told him, a bit pathetically.

“I want to…” He paused. “I need to look at it.”

As restricted and monitored as I was, I hadn’t had the chance to see the injury myself. That was probably for the best. It had been cleaned, tended to and stitched, but I thought of the way the blood - my blood - had smeared on my shirt like a red, red necklace… Lawrence swept a section of my hair aside to inspect his grisly work. His sigh was soft as the falling rain.

“It’s really beautiful,” he murmured. “How straight it is, how it runs down your spine. Like it was always supposed to be there, and I just… made it visible.”

“Lawrence.” I said his name in a thin, tremulous voice. But he wasn’t listening. The fine hairs on the nape of my neck all stirred in dread. He was tracing two fingers down the tense length of my back, forcing me to shudder in panic. His ramblings brought to mind his strange compulsion to hurt me - thinking of the twinge of sharpness and the shining of a tiny blade.

I couldn’t help but instinctively turn my head to try and glimpse him, a little alarmed by the fact that he wasn’t saying anything or treating me like he said he would.

“Stop,” Lawrence demanded. ”Stop it.”

There was a hand clamped down on my shoulder. His command cut with a firm edge. I did as I was told.

“Just stay still.” He emphasised, like he was trying to calm himself down. Lawrence squeezed my arm. “You need to keep your neck straight. You can’t pull it.”

I swallowed, and waited for him to continue.

The gentle prodding went on, carefully feeling his way. “The ointment will take care of the infection.”

“Is it infected?” I blurted out uneasily. I scrambled my brain for all the google searches I’d made when I was still stray. Weren’t infections treated with antibiotics?

Lawrence seemed reluctant to answer. “I don’t know.”

He didn’t know? What did he mean he didn’t know?

“Maybe if you moved around a lot. But the ointment will fix it… I think. I don’t want… I don’t want there to be anything wrong with you… I need to take care of… Of you… You’re supposed to be…” He trailed off and I was left to pick up the pieces. I heard an unscrewing noise and the soft suck of a jar’s lid being removed.

His bedside manner was not so sympathetic that he forewarned me, and I twitched involuntarily as he began applying the homemade salve to the wound.

It was cold and sent little shivers down my back, but it soothed the inflamed skin around the cut. I was not good at identifying scents, but I could pick up the whiff of some herbal smell as he left the pot open by my side sitting on the sheets. Lawrence’s apartment was musty and sometimes reeked of weed. Occasionally something else, harder to grasp, would reach me. A sickly-sweet odour that was neither pleasant nor unpleasant. Like a fact of life, It just was.

“Your cut… There’s something…”

“What?” I said reflexively, my nerves still teetering on the knife’s edge. “Is— Is something wrong?”

Lawrence sounded wistful, as if he was in a trance. “It’s… It’s almost like a little valley,” he sighed hazily.

He was talking to himself, and not to me. Ignoring me. The earlier line of thought had returned, or else had never left. This time I settled into some kind of acceptance, submitting to his whims with a numbness that felt like being smothered by a pillow.

“You…have just been born with it.” I focused on the cooling sensation of the balm as he anointed my cut with reverence, on the slime coating the clasp of my bra, on all the little plastic clips. He kept on muttering, “I’d never have known…” A strand of my hair slipped down and dipped into the mixture. Then he brushed it away, with odd tenderness, to clear the site. For a while I sat there, silently and obediently, and I imagined the blushing red slit, coaxed open by his fingering, threaded into artwork, now oozing with strange cream.

Duct tape chafed the skin of my wrists raw, hastily reapplied after I’d removed my top. He seemed to have an endless supply of it - the industrial stuff. My unbound feet were apparently not so threatening, but his movements stuttered as I shifted slightly. Still, nothing deterred him from lingering on the wound, and I was too meek to fight him on it - knowing it would be futile and foolish and fatal. It was becoming unbearably uncomfortable to be the object of his obsession, and a deeply frightened part of me just wanted to scream.

All this time I couldn’t stop thinking of that sharp little knife.

Lawrence seemed relaxed for once. “I have to take care of you now. It’s my responsibility.” His soft breath was tickling my ear. “You need me… Don’t you?”

“I do…” I whispered back. It was the bare truth.

That I’d satisfied him made me glad. He hummed as he slid his fingers through my hair. “I can keep you safe. Nobody can find you here. It’s just you and me.”

I bit my lip, a hot, tight feeling rising in my throat. I looked out to the faraway world, at the distant buildings scraping tall and cold against a polluted black sky.

“Just stay quiet,” Lawrence muttered. “I will take care of you. You’re good and still. You’re so perfect now…”

Outside the natural world must’ve been rejoicing for the middle of Autumn. I was made aware of the changing of the seasons by the sporadic flipping of his calendar. The rhythmic tapping on the windowpanes only punctuated the aching I felt in my chest, the intensity of how much I longed for the land of the living. What I’d left behind, I could only observe at a distance. As a ghost I trod in the red-gold leaves sodden in heaps by the roadside, I felt real wind stir my hair, stopping to gawk at the gaudy Halloween decorations that flashed in shop windows. I remembered the way I used to roll my eyes good-naturedly at early Xmas displays.

I couldn’t do that now. The sun was a drag of a yellow egg yolk smearing on the bubbled glass, dribbling down with the rain. What nourished the deficiency in its absence was an equally orange-flavoured vitamin I crushed in my teeth when I was fed. Equally as artificial bulbs buzzed overhead like so many flies on a carcass, their light glimmering on the tearlike dew that rested on a fern’s fronds. The only air that stirred in here came from the humidifier. A shrill mockery of the garden of Eden, two of each and sacred isolation. My utter reliance on him was as perfect as he’d described.

It seemed as if he would have loved to continue the slow, methodical strokes along my back forever, worshipping the injury he’d created. But finally, he stopped and removed the coolness of his hands from me, and I was allowed to take a deep breath.

“There. That’s... That’s all done now.” Lawrence sounded dazed, like he was in a dream-like state. He got to his feet and hovered over me and watchfully, as one might observe a drying painting or a vintage doll. As he stepped away without re-taping my wrists, I realised he was leaving me relatively unbound to explore the freedoms of the 4x4 space, and somehow I felt the joy of a mouse that has never escaped its cage.

“You’re not going to move.” More needlessness. I imagined his cold eyes under the yellow hair, the pins holding down a butterfly’s wings. “No… Running.”

“No,” I vowed. That would be a death sentence.

The rain went on throughout the night, and the fear I’d had of infection dulled, joining its colourless downpour. Alive or dead, in pain or sick - I’d realised that Lawrence would care for me. I would prove to be quite the low maintenance flower, in the end. Evergreen.

Dividers by @/riottsrph

[gt-zel]

The Boy in the Walls Chapter 4

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As Oliver's eyes adjusted to the light, he realized he was in a small glass jar with a lid. He tried to move, but found that he was stuck in the jar with no way out. Fear gripped him as he realized he was trapped, and his breathing became rapid.

Unexpectedly, he heard a voice that sounded familiar. It was his host, speaking softly to him. Oliver recognized the voice and tried to calm down. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, trying to slow it down. he couldn't ruin his small air supply, who knew how long he would be held captive.

As he calmed down, he began to listen to what the human was saying. "I'm sorry I scared you, little guy," the host said. "I didn't mean to frighten you." strangely enough, the human seemed to have lowered its voice since their last encounter.

Oliver opened his eyes and looked up at the human. He saw that the teen had a gentle smile on his face and was looking at him with a mix of curiosity and concern. Oliver never really had a chance to study the human closely like this.

surprisingly enough, the human had grey eyes, but they weren't menacing, they looked kind, like platinum, and they had a gleam of curiosity in them. his hair reminded Oliver of bird feathers, black, but it shined with bluish purple. like ravens.

"w-what do you w-want with me? what are you going to to to me?" Oliver asked hesitantly.

a spark of realization seemed to hit the human "No, no! I promise I won't hurt you," the host replied with a slightly hurt expression "I just want to understand what you are and how you got here."

Oliver felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe he could find a way out of this mess after all. He took a deep breath and tried to collect his thoughts. 'can I trust a human? he seems nice enough, but he also put  me in a jar and caused me to pass out...twice' he thought for a few minuets, until the human spoke again.

"so...do you have a name, or should I just call you tiny person?"  he asked in an attempt to break the ice. at which he so horribly failed.

"o-of course I have a name!" he said defiantly, clearly not getting the joke. then realizing he may have angered the human by speaking so brashly, apologized "s-sorry, my names O-Oliver"

"That's a cool name, mine is Isaac" the teen said with a teethy smile. Oliver noted how big the humans mouth was.

"S-so um...could let me out now, I-its kind of uncomfortable in here." Oliver asked, internally praying the giant would say yes.

"Will you swear on the River Stix  to stay if I do?" Isaac said with a hint of sarcasm.

"what's a r-river stixs?" the borrower asked, tilting his head like a confused puppy. and Isaac had to contain an 'aww'. 

"never mind, but will you?" he asked hopefully.

Oliver considered his options. He could either say no and risk the humans wrath, or he could say yes and have a chance for escape.

"I-I suppose..." he said hesitantly.

As soon as he had said the words, Oliver immediately regretted it, Isaac abruptly reached into the jar trying to fish him out. when he had seen he humans intentions, Oliver pushed himself as far away as he could from it. he wanted nothing to do with that thing. Unfortunately though, Isaac was too quick, and caught Oliver by the shirt.

The borrower was then lifted out of the jar and through the air. The whole room spun around him as he was held by his shirt and placed onto the humans desk. As soon as his feet hit the wood, Oliver bolted for the nearest hiding place, which so happened to be the nearby pencil case. Oliver sat behind the large bag, shaking like a leaf, and holding his legs close to him.

"Wha-Oliver, why did you run?" Isaac said, in a soft yet booming voice. causing a large gust of hot air to blow onto Oliver, making him to shiver more violently. "Please come out, I didn't mean to startle you...again"

Though the tiny boy did not know it, Isaac could see Oliver perfectly well without him coming out, but he would still give Oliver the choice. The human continued to plead to Oliver, but the borrower was in the midst of one of his 'attacks'.

Oliver was scared, more then he had ever been in his entire life. He had been caught, and when the human had been kind, he had run and very likely angered the human. Now he was hiding in a rather obvious place, but Oliver didn't want to move. Isaac continued to talk but Oliver couldn't hear over the sounds of his pulse slamming against his eardrums.

"*sigh* fine, if you don't want to come out, I wont force you." The human said in a sad and quite frankly defeated tone. These words, Oliver did manage to hear, and they surprised him greatly. 'What is this guy trying to pull? Couldn't he just kill me if he wanted to? Why make me wait' Oliver thought to himself but was interrupted by the sound of the human leaving the room.

[coolbeanzeaglbones]

Fanfic chapter, the one with Eagleclaw.

The commander was sorta mad. Oh, no one messes with one of his friends and gets away with it.

Ugh, the nerve!

Luckily, they knew where Eaglebones’ mom lived, as they had all gone to the funeral of his father like in their first year of being in the Aquabats.

They had insisted on going, despite Eaglebones basically pleading that they didn't, as he was sad and didn't want them to see that.

The logic was that their mother probably, and that was a huge probably, knew where Eagleclaw was.

They pulled into the gravel driveway and walked up to the house, “But what if she doesn't know?” Crash asked, “Well, then we lie about our intentions and just say Eaglebones is fine, then I don't know.” He knocked on the door and waited.

About two minutes passed and the door opened. Now, eaglebones’ mom was a nice lady she just didn't…look nice.

She looked mean, but when she spoke, you instantly knew she was a kind lady trapped under a mean face, “Oh hi, this is…unexpected, won't you come in?” She opened the door fully and allowed them to walk in, “Where's my son?” She asked, as only the four Aquabats walked in.

The commander already had a lie ready, “Oh we um…are just dropping in because we're looking for your other son, but Bones isn't with us today because we went to the professor's and he said he didn't feel good soo….” she nodded and said, “My oldest son is in the living room, he stopped in to visit me, can you believe it?”

She said this as they emerged in the living room to see Eagleclaw, on the couch, sipping tea.

Ricky's hand was clenched into a fist at his side. The commander was the best at de-escalating a situation, “Hello Eagleclaw.” The commander said, a false smile in place on his face.

Eagleclaw smiled at him, “Where's my brother?” He asked innocently, like a child lying about something they thought was funny, but would get in trouble for later. The commander's smile turned more to a clenched jaw, “You know, he felt sick, so he couldn't come.” They all sat down as a unit on the couch.

Eagleclaw was smirking at them before changing his expression to one of concern as his mother walked back in, “Now I think I have to talk to my son alone, so why don't you guys go outside and, I don't know, go out back.”

The Aquabats knew proper etiquette, so they did as they were told and went to the backyard.

They had a swing set from many years ago. It had two swings. So, forgetting the entire situation, they kinda started trying to see who could get to the swings first.

Crash literally picked Ricky up and swung him at the other two, not enough to hurt them, just enough to make them step back.

It was safe to say that they got to go on the swings. The commander pouted, “I wanted to go on the swing.” He whined.

He continued like that for a few minutes before Jimmy had enough, “Commander, we can take this time to discuss the situation, and plan.” The commander groaned, “I hate planning.”

“But he's right, we need a plan. I mean, we have to get the name of the poison out of Eagleclaw.” Said Ricky. Crash stopped swinging for a second and picked up a leaf, contemplating it in his hand for a second, “Jimmy, do you have your knitting needles?” That question caught Jimmy off guard, “Yes, why crash?”

“Cuz if he doesn't willingly tell us, we'll have to force it out of him.” Everyone turned to him, “Well, I'm not letting Eaglebones read to you ever again.” Jimmy said.

They kept bantering for a while until Eagleclaw came out back, a smirk still on his face. He seemed to be holding something in his claws, “Hey fitness, you were always my favorite,” he handed Ricky a vial of bright red liquid, “you make sure he gets fixed, I know he's your friend.”

Then he walked out the back gate and left.

Ricky stared at the vial in his hand, then looked at the others, “Jimmy scan it.” Jimmy used his robot eyes to scan, “That's it.” The commander could barely contain a surprised laugh, “Well, that solved that, let's go.”

Little did they know, Eagleclaw was laughing, his plan falling into order.

[scorpiongrassfield]

Look at the Menu 

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You focus on it, really focus, and find that the menu is only half there. It sort of shifts around as you look at it, but it seems like there are only a few things written down and the rest are blurry. Like your attention is being led away from them in favor of the others. 

Add that to the pile of weird. 

Looking at it too intently makes your head hurt. You decide on a bowl of soup just to be done with it. 

You nudge Pat. “What’s going on with the menu?” you ask. 

“What do you mean?” Pat says. 

“Ah, they may have changed it since the last time you were here? They do that sometimes. Reprint and rearrange and such,” Theo offers helpfully. 

“No, look. Try to focus here,” you say, pointing at one of the blurry parts. 

Pat squints their eyes and puts their sunglasses back on in an attempt to see it better. 

“That’s weird,” they say. They put their sunglasses back up on top of their head. 

“What’s weird?” Theo asks. 

You push the menu over to Theo. “When you look here,” you say, tapping the spot, “the menu is unreadable.” 

Theo moues as he looks at the menu. “What do you mean? That’s the breakfast section. A stack of pancakes with eggs, bacon, and a side of fruit,” he says. 

“No way,” Pat says, and takes the menu to look at it again. They blink rapidly. “Huh.” 

They pass the menu back to you. “Look.” 

You look. 

That spot on the menu has filled in. It says what Theo says it does. 

The rest of the menu is filling itself up before your eyes. 

Pat rubs at their eyes, looking tired. “Well. We’re really going to have to look into all of that soon,” they say. 

The waiter comes by to take your order. 

Once they’re gone, everyone is ready to talk again. 

“Theo, have you noticed anything weird going on lately?” you ask. 

Theo tilts his head to the side a bit as he thinks. “Ah, other than finding out I’m a ghost? No, I don’t think so.” he says. 

Pat is strangely silent, so you look over at them. They’re writing in their notebook. 

“You still want to solve this mystery, right?” you ask them. 

“Of course. I can’t let something like this go,” Pat says without looking up from their notebook. 

Maybe convincing them will be easier than you thought. 

You won’t say anything in front of Theo, though. That would be rude.

“Can… Can I help? I’ve never solved a mystery before,” Theo asks earnestly. 

Pat seems to think on it for a minute. “We’ll see, kid,” they say noncommittally. 

Theo smiles like Pat agreed. 

You change the subject a bit. “So, did you make any progress on moving on while I was out?” you ask. You want to know how much time you have to keep your promise. 

Theo’s smile fades. “Well. Um. I guess so?” 

“We called to let George know what happened to him, since no one in the family made contact,” Pat says. 

Oh. That sounds. Rough. 

“At least George knows now,” Theo says. “I couldn’t call because I didn’t have my phone. And also, I guess I didn’t fully know I was dead either. So that was very helpful. Thank you again, Pat.” 

“No problem. That’s what I’m here for,” they say, finally putting their notebook away. 

The waiter comes by with everyone’s food. 

Pat’s got a salad, Theo’s got peach cobbler, and you’ve got your soup. 

Pat starts in on their salad, then pauses, leaf-filled fork halfway to their mouth. 

“Hey, Theo. Wanna help me out with something? It’s for science,” Pat says. 

“Oh! Um, Sure. What can I do?” Theo says, surprised. 

“Try taking a bite of that cobbler for me,” they say. 

Theo’s face falls. “I’m. Not really hungry,” he says. 

“That’s fair. But I want to see if a ghost can eat or not,” they say. 

You thought they were already sure they couldn’t. 

“Here,” Pat says, stabbing a bit of peach and topping onto Theo’s fork. “Just try it, and if you can’t, that’s alright. Experiments are allowed to fail, you know?” they say. 

Theo nods seriously and takes the fork. 

After a moment of hesitation, he pops the food into this mouth. 

His eyebrows draw in as he chews, like he’s confused or displeased. 

You glance over at Pat. They look like their entire understanding of the world just crumbled. 

You look back to Theo, who still looks befuddled. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask. 

“Well. Clearly I could eat it. But um. It was very strange,” he says. 

“How so?” 

“Ah, it’s just that. I know what their peach cobbler tastes like, usually. It’s very good. But. For some reason… I couldn’t taste it at all,” he says. 

You feel your stomach drop.

Next

[onyxtheodd]

The kid and the changling part 2

This is alot longer then the 1st part-

Janey sometimes see Finn out in the forest whenever Patty isn't around,She mainly got close to him.The 2 were like brother and Sister but sometimes they get eachother into dangerous situations..in the end they both sometimes get hurt or not..though they are okay at the end of the day..but they were hanging out then the sun sets..Finn looks at Janey and asked her something..

"You never visited a village or anything like that before..why is that..?" Finn asked curiously

"Humans and other creatures don't exactly like us changlings..and I don't know why..not like I could put up a fight- other then shape-shifting into others" Janey said

"You can shape-shift! Wait what if you shape-shift into a human so you can meet my Momma! Or her friends..maybe you'll get a family because of it!" Finn said happily

"Back up there- I don't need a family..im fine on my own..plus the sharp teeth always give it away.." Janey said she wasn't exactly wanting a family despite wishing for 1 she wasn't exactly ready..

"Oh okay..but can you please come with me I want you to meet my Momma! Please.." Finn said really wanting Janey to meet someone..

"Fine- but don't expect me to talk much I don't want anyone to hurt me-" Janey said

Janey shape-shifted into a "Human" she mainly wasn't use to it due to her scars being shown,She grabs some leafs that she knows aren't dangerous covering them up,she wished that she bought something warm or something to cover up her scars.Due to the fact she wasn't exactly open on how she got them,It wasn't by other creatures..it was the cause on why she ran away..she looks at Finn

"Are you sure your mother would be okay I mean- I keep getting you into dangerous situations especially that 1 time we almost got you know" Janey said very nervously

"Yea but at least we're alive.." Finn said

"Yea..I'm not exactly use to having friends..or a family..im afraid of getting hurt again..but..a knight sorta leaves out food for me..I don't know if I should trust him yet..I don't want a other trick and getting my hopes high for a family.." Janey said

"Hm..that's nice...hopefully you'll find a family..and you have me! My best friend!" Finn said then continued to talk "It's getting late and we don't want no were-wolves attacking us right?"

Janey nods as the sun was starting to go down,and the 2 noticed then they go to the kingdom..Janey mainly stayed behind him while they walked around seeing new people around scared her alot.Finn finally found his mother and Janey stays behind him.

"Momma!" Finn said very happily

"There you are! Stop running off without telling me..I don't want you hurt" Patty said

"I'm fine Momma..I'm okay..I got a friend I want you to me1et her name is Janey!" Finn said happily

Janey slowly waves due to being nervous she wasn't exactly the soical type at all,She looks at Patty with a nervous.It was quiet other then a few animals being out,Finn was happy that finally his close friend met his mother.

"Where are your parents?" Patty finally asked

"Oh them..heh...I don't want to get into details..so please don't ask me anything family related...that's all.." Janey said before going quiet..she wasn't exactly known to socialize

Finn notices and soon changes the subject "Hey Momma can she sleepover..?"

Janey looks at Finn and shakes her head,she doesn't exactly trust Patty as much as Finn.Then finally said

"Um..Finn I'm okay going home..I don't exactly trust her as much as you..remember..?" She whispers to him

"Awww man..maybe 1 day right..?" Finn asked in a whisper

"Yea 1 day.." she replied

Patty looks at Finn and Janey then told Finn it was getting late the 2 went home,Janey made sure the 2 were gone and shape-shifts into a cat before running to get out the kingdom.She shape-shift back into a human then stops as the leafs fell "Dang it..." then she hears a voice,she turns around and saw a man that's way taller then her she senses he was missing a leg (Don't ask).The changling looks up seeing a huge scar and a sorta blind eye due to the scar,She didn't fear him because of his looks she fears lilearty everyone.She backs away scared.

"Woah there little girl I'm not gonna hurt you why are you out this late shouldn't you be home?" The man said

"..I live in the woods so that's my home..before you ask about my parents..I don't have any.." Janey said trying to hide her scars "who are you anyways you look like the knight that leaves me food.." she asked curiously and nervously

"Oh I'm Jack what's your name little girl?" Jack asked

"Janey..most people call me that and I like the name..you seem..nice.." Janey warms up to Jack somewhat..

"Well..Janey you said you don't have any parents and you live in the woods..maybe you can stay with me for a while I hope my Husband doesn't mind" Jack said

"...Um sure...I can..do that...might take time to get use to..." Janey said

After the 2 talked,Janey realized that Jack is like a father figure to her..will he adopt her find out in a other part (I might just make this a 3 or 4 part thing) -This isn't cannon to the au! This is just for fun and sorry if their off character abit! I'm not exactly use to writing stories!-

@666melvin666 made the fantasy au

[bostrichidae]

runaways au chapter 1: gray

so this is chapter 1 of that au i came up with a little while ago! yes i'm actually committing to writing something. this will never happen again

uhh cw for: blood, murder, sanemi's backstory, somewhat graphic descriptions of dead people, su!c!dal thoughts, more blood, self hatred, mentioned past child abuse, even more blood, and um. he's a bit messed up in the brain. but dw a "therapist" (giyuu) will arrive soon

chapter starts under the break

Gray.

His vision filled with gray.

Not a single color.

Not the purple of his brother’s yukata, not the yellow of Mother’s kimono, not the vivid hues of the sky as the sun rose.

Not the red of the blood dripping from his arms and face.

Only cold, unfeeling gray. Like the knife he used to kill her.

Gray like the robe of his father.

Only gray.

He should be seeing something. Something bright. The sun is coming up. His brother is with him. So is Mother. But something is wrong.

Mother is not awake. Her body is crumbling. Why is her body crumbling? Why had she killed them? Was that even Mother?

His brother is sobbing, holding onto Mother’s body. He doesn’t hear any of it, the ringing in his ears and his own heartbeat drowning out everything else.

One word cuts through the noise.

“Murderer!”

…What?

Murderer?

No, he wasn’t a murderer. He was just protecting them, he was killing a threat, he didn’t want to kill Mother, he didn’t mean to.

This isn’t what he wanted.

Something was building up in his eyes. A pressure of sorts.

Tears. He was tearing up. Mother was lying dead on the ground as Genya desperately clutched at her crumbling body. And Sanemi had killed her. This was his fault. He was dangerous. He didn’t want Genya to be hurt by him again. Genya was all he had left.

If Genya were to be safe, then Sanemi could no longer be with him.

So he ran.

Genya was calling out to him. Sanemi didn’t hear it, but he was fully aware of it. Salty tears dripped into his facial wounds, but there was no pain. There was only the cold numbness.

Numb, just like the gray that clouded his vision. The trees did not shine green. The pale sky did not appear blue. There was only gray. The blood that dripped into his eyes was not red. Why wasn’t it red? It was always so red when it flowed from Mother’s arms. When Sumi cut her hand on a broken glass bottle. When the bodies of five of his little siblings lay dead on the floor, fresh blood seeping into the wooden boards.

He tripped over a root, his face making contact with the dirt.

And all the pain came rushing back to him.

His face stung with a thousand cuts full of dirt, his arms feeling even worse. The muscles of his right hand ached as his grip of the knife slowly loosened. 

His siblings were dead. Sumi, Hiroshi, Teiko, Koto, and Shuya. He would never see them again. Never hear their laughs as Sumi and Hiroshi chased each other in their small yard. They were just… gone. At least they had Mother with them in the afterlife. Mother. He had killed Mother.

Oh shit.

No. No no no.

He WAS a murderer.

This was his fault. If he’d never gone out to look for Mother, then maybe…

Damn it.

If he could’ve been just a little faster, a little stronger;

If Sanemi was a better person, maybe he could’ve saved them.

But he wasn’t. Sanemi was just like his father, Kyogo. A useless bastard with no reason to live. And just like Kyogo, he was going to die alone. He had no purpose.

But the thought of death was comforting. Maybe, if he died right then and there, he could atone for his sins and see his siblings again. After all, there was no one left.

Sanemi’s hand shook as he gripped the knife like a vice. It would be so easy. He deserved to die. His right hand, the one with the knife, slowly made its way up to his neck. He was trembling like a leaf in the wind, heavy breathing giving way to hyperventilation. The blade inched closer to his skin, and Sanemi’s eyes drifted shut.

But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t do it. Something was stopping him. Someone.

A crying boy, with a scar mirroring his own, desperately clutching to Mother as she faded.

Genya.

His sweet little brother.

If he died, who would protect Genya? If he died, what would happen to him? Even if they couldn’t be near each other, Sanemi still loved his brother with all his heart. Even if Genya hated him for what he had done.

Even if Sanemi didn’t deserve to, he had to live. He had to do it for Genya. And in that moment, Sanemi swore he would do whatever it took to keep his little brother out of harm’s way. Even if it meant pushing him away. Even if Genya hated him for it. He would do anything to ensure Genya would never be hurt again.

The knife fell from his hand, and Sanemi collapsed onto the ground. The tears still would not stop, but he didn’t care. He had a new purpose- or rather, a twisted version of his previous one. He would keep Genya safe. He would kill those creatures for him. Because if Sanemi didn’t kill them, who would? 

Sanemi knew what he had to do.

This was the last thought that came to him before he drifted to sleep, his physical and emotional exhaustion eventually getting the better of him.

[ask-the-edge-of-evolution]

(ask-toto-and-co) Toto: The eevee was more then a little hesitant to approach the raging Flareon. Their anger was more then a tad frightening to faer and she felt as though it would only worsen if she wasn't careful. Putting on a brave face Toto got infront of Yaketsuku and spoke "Sorry to bother you about this, but... earlier you mentioned something about "not a sight of them". Are you looking for someone? we might be able to help if that's the case- if that's too personal I mean!"

He set his gaze directly at the Eevee, still seething in anger. However, upon noticing the approach that Toto has taken, Yaketsuku could only do his best to hold back his frustrations. Even if it is just a little. He would take a deep inhale, before exhaling deeply while releasing a rather so slightly audible growl. "... Yes, we are looking for someone. But, and I will not repeat this, I will not inform of who this someone is. I'd prefer not to have others sticking their noses in our business and rob us from our glory. It'll be nothing more than a fucking set back.".

His attention would shift towards the Leafeon, granting him a very dirty glare. "Hideki, do not tell them."

"Uwaah--!! I... Um.. Erm...". He was as shaken as a tree leaf being blown in the wind. Now wielding a grim feeling that he has spoken a little too much, to the point that now he has gotten himself in trouble. "I-I... I'm sorry! I, uh, didn't mean--".

The shorter Eevee would approach and set his paw onto the Leafeon's arm. Although the sudden physical touch spark a fear in Hideki, as he immediately to begun to yelp and jumped. Once Hideki had taken notice of whom it was, he would open his mouth. But, before he would strike a hurdle of apologies, the Eevee interrupted him. "Big brother, it is ok... Everything will be alright... You did no wrong...".

It was then his attention would then turn towards Yaketsuku. Not seeming the utmost intimated. "Yaketsuku... It wouldn't hurt to tell others... After all, we're not the only Pokemon doing this search...".

Yaketsuku would release a deep sigh. Rather, he felt very displeased and well, disappointed with what will follow through the Eevee's words. "Hmph... I hate with where you are going with this, Hoshi. You will only cause more attention and make this hunt more difficult.".

"... It's fine. If we can convince more Pokemon, then maybe they can side with us and make this search easier.".

Hoshi then would resume his attention being faced towards both Toto and the mysterious greyed person. His expression was ever so unchanging, as he chose to remain holding a neutral stance. "I'll keep this short to not bore you... We're here to hunt a legendary... The one that we're looking for is Mew... We've figured that it would be easier to find this particular legendary, as their population count is still greater than the rest... The reward is of great value to even have one captured. Be it dead or alive... We've planned to get one alive and deliver them for the rewards...".

The Eevee took a brief pause. Seeming rather uncertain if what he said could be taken out of context or if it seem rather ill-will to others. "Before you say anything... We do think that this is the better choice, as we do need the money... I cannot speak for my brothers, but I will state for myself that I hold no concerns of what they plan to do with the Legendaries, or why these Pokemon have a high bounty on their heads... My only priority is for the survival of me and my brothers.".

"So if you think badly towards us because of this hunt, then so be it... We have to do this to survive...".

[beaubambabey]

Alright, @mizunotic and anyone else willing to listen to my lecture

Disclaimer: it's been a hot minute since I watched the earlier parts of Naruto or interacted with the series, so I am likely getting certain terminology or nuances of the power system wrong. Please do not Um Actually me about this. That isn't the point of this post.

Naruto is a Jinchuriki, or human with a magical beast sealed inside him. The magical beast, otherwise known as the Nine-Tailed Fox, rampaged through the Leaf Village and left him and many other members of the Leaf Village orphaned or hurt. Because of this, the adults in the village direct their resentment towards Naruto, or if they don't hold any grudges, they pity him. He starts the series as a kid who acts out, is brash and doesn't care about what his peers think of him, and doesn't excel in ninja school. One of the first scenes we get of him is defacing the monument in Leaf Village that has effigies of the four previous Hokage*. Naruto's classmates do not know about the connection between the Nine-Tailed Fox that ravaged the Leaf Village twelve years ago, but they shun him because of his behavior or their parents' influence. Naruto does not understand why this happens yet. He understands much later.

He has ambitions that are above the abilities he's displayed in class. He makes crude jokes out of context that upset others. In the very first episode, there is an exam where everyone in ninja class has to perform a clone jutsu and make a duplicate of themselves. He cannot make an accurate one with the methods he has been taught.

Later in the episode, he is convinced by someone trying to manipulate him to steal a special scroll that contains information about an advanced jutsu. He reads this scroll, which contains instructions on how to do the Shadow Clone Jutsu, and then figures out how to create numerous clones of himself with it. While he wasn't able to use the standard Clone Jutsu, he is able to use his massive unregulated power (chakra) that comes from the Nine-Tailed Fox demon that is sealed inside him. The unconventional means of achieving these results allow Naruto to be on the same level as his peers. With the Shadow Clone Jutsu under his belt, he is able to do better in ninja school and is able to advance.

Another example of unconventional methods allowing Naruto to excel where he would otherwise be falling behind is when he learns the Rasengan. The Rasengan is a ball of concentrated chakra energy compressed together using the hands of the ninja making it. One hand packs the chakra energy together into the hand that will throw the Rasengan. Naruto is not able to create the Rasengan on his own with both his hands due to his overwhelming and unregulated chakra energy. What does he do about it?

He figures out a way to accommodate himself with the skills he's learned so far.

He creates a Shadow Clone of himself to assist with the packing of chakra required to make the Rasengan.

He isn't able to make a Rasengan with one hand? Then let's make one with THREE HANDS

That's all I can distinctly remember at the moment. Do add on if you remember any more. Thank you for your time.

*= basically ninja president**

**= this means he's defaced the ninja equivalent of Mount Rushmore. Do with that knowledge what you will.

I honestly do just presume everyone in the world has watched naruto I just can't comprehend a person that hasn't witnessed rock Lee take off his training weights or seen naruto sit sadly on a swing 50 times so when I see someone say they've never seen naruto I just don't believe them they have definitely watched naruto it is a universal life step

[gt-zel]

Chapter 4: escape…almost (the borrower)

As Oliver's eyes adjusted to the light, he realized he was in a small glass jar with a lid. He tried to move, but found that he was stuck in the jar with no way out. Fear gripped him as he realized he was trapped, and he started to hyperventilate.

Suddenly, he heard a voice that sounded familiar. It was his host, speaking softly to him. Oliver recognized the voice and tried to calm down. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, trying to slow it down.

As he calmed down, he began to listen to what the human was saying. "I'm sorry I scared you, little guy," the host said. "I didn't mean to frighten you."

Oliver opened his eyes and looked up at the human. He saw that the teen had a gentle smile on his face and was looking at him with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"are you going to hurt me?" Oliver asked hesitantly.

"No, I promise I won't hurt you," the host replied. "I just want to understand what you are and how you got here."

Oliver felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe he could explain his situation to the human and find a way out of this mess. He took a deep breath and tried to collect his thoughts. 'can I trust a human? he seems nice enough, but he also put  me in a jar' he thought for a few minuets, until the human spoke again.

"so, what's your name?" he asked casually.

"O-Oliver" he said shakily

"That's a cool name, mine is Isaac" the teen said with a smile. 

"S-so um...do you think you could let me out now" Oliver asked, internally praying the giant would say yes.

"Will you promise to stay and tell if I do?" Issac said in an ever so slightly condescending tone. 

     Oliver considered his options. He could either say no and risk the wrath of the giant, or he could say yes and have a chance for escape. 

"I-I suppose..." he said drifting off. As soon as he had said the words, he immediately regretted it, the giant abruptly reached into the jar trying to fish him out. As soon as he had seen the hand coming, Oliver pushed himself as far away as he could from it. Unfortunately though, Isaac was too quick, and caught Oliver by the shirt. 

The borrower was then lifted through the air. The whole room spun around him as he was held by his shirt and placed onto the humans desk. As soon as his feet hit the wood, Oliver bolted for the nearest hiding place, which so happened to be the nearby pencil case. Oliver sat behind the large bag, shaking like a leaf, and holding his legs close to him. 

"Wha-Oliver, why did you run?" Issac said, in a soft yet booming voice. His size caused a large gust of hot air to blow onto Oliver, causing him to shiver more violently. "Please come out, I didn't mean to startle you."

Though the tiny boy did not know it, Issac could see Oliver perfectly well without him coming out, but he would still give Oliver the choice. The human continued to plead to Oliver, but the borrower was in the midst of one of his 'attacks'. 

Oliver was scared, more then he had ever been in his entire life. He had been caught, and when the human had been kind, he had run and very likely angered the human. Now he was hiding in a rather obvious place, but Oliver didn't want to move. Issac continued to talk but Oliver couldn't hear over the sounds of his pulse slamming against his eardrums. 

"*sigh* fine, if you don't want to come out, I wont force you." The human said in a sad and quite frankly defeated tone. These words, Oliver did manage to hear, and they surprised him greatly. 'What is this guy trying to pull? Couldn't he just kill me if he wanted to? Why make me wait'  Oliver thought to himself but was interrupted by the sound of the human leaving the room. 

WOW! 731 words (not counting this) quite the long chapter. So what do you think will happen to Oliver? Any hypothesis on what will happen next? Vote and Comment <3

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