Everyone you know tells you that you are something special to him. He’s stoic and formal and quiet, they say, but not with you. You’re not so sure about that. He’s as mysterious to you as anyone else, vague and lighthearted.
He has shown you his true face before. A handsome yet scarred face, measured carefully to only express the emotions he desires to show you. But you concede that it’s often moments of kindness or laughter. He has a sense of humor but rarely smiles. Only around you.
Or does he? You shake your head. Maybe you’re tricking yourself into believing that. He probably smiles with lots of people. He’s gone for long stretches of time, on missions or somewhere far away. To meditate or train. Who knows what he does then? You don’t really ask but he doesn’t offer to tell you either.
Sometimes, he seems quieter than normal. The solemn kind of quiet that puts you a little on edge. Everyone says he seems cold or robotic. To you, he seems a little sad. Or lonely.
It’s just nice to be with him. You offer companionship and sometimes it is just the two of you with few words exchanged.
Sometimes, he teaches you how to fight, to punch fast, not harder. To strike with precision, to reserve your energy. You’re not nearly as swift or as strong as him, though his enhancements give him a certain edge in that race. He laughs when you point that out, asking if you would like to trade with him.
Sometimes, he tries to teach you how to meditate. It’s not easy to clear your head with him so near. You’ve practice and you think you are getting better. Except the one time you fell asleep after a particularly hard training session. All you remember is waking up in your bunk later that night.
Sometimes, he tells you stories. Of his homeland and of the pink trees and the trouble he used to get into. Of the mountains and of his master and his journey. Of missions of the past and dastardly criminals he had to apprehend.
You love to listen. You get the feeling that he does not share very often.
One day, he tells you he needs to go. A crisis calls for his aid, a dangerous mission with a need for subtly and subterfuge. Everyone is abuzz about it. It’s more serious than anything you’ve ever experienced.
He finds you to casually deliver the message that he, again, must go. You immediately tense up at the idea. You never like when he leaves but this time has you particularly on edge. You ask if he will be okay. He mentions a restaurant he likes and tells you he will treat you next time he’s back. He says so with a soft smile, a gesture of reassurance.
He starts to say his farewell and make his leave. In a moment of panic, you reach out and take his hand. It’s cold and sleek, the cybernetic fingers curling slightly around yours. He turns, eyebrows raised.
You ask him to promise to come home safe. You tell him you can’t lose him. “Because,” you stammer out, “I love you.”
Embarrassment flushes up to your face and it’s warm. You let go of his hand, staring at the floor with shallow breaths. You hadn’t meant to say all that.
You look up and his back is to you. He’s still, very still, and a million thoughts race through your head. Is he mad? Would he believe you if you said you were joking? Could things go back to normal, would he stay your friend?
He makes a movement and, for a second, you believe he will walk away without saying a word. But he turns to you. His face is hard but still unreadable.
You mumble out an apology.
He says nothing but reaches for your hand, holding it up with his. He closes his eyes and leans his head down, pressing his scarred lips to the tips of your fingers. You shudder at the slight graze across your skin.
“I will always come back to you.” He smiles. In the way that he only ever smiles for you.
Thank you! I’m sorry this came out a bit late, I have a lot of homework right now. Sorry that Zen’s got so short, I’m not that great at writing for him.
Zenyatta.
“What are you doing?”, Zenyatta chuckled as you kissed his robot cheek.
“Giving you love.”, you smiled.
“Well, I don’t have lips but…”, he pressed his face on your forehead, “Mwah…”, he made the noise of a kiss. You laughed as he laid his head in your lap.
“That was the sweetest noise I’ve ever heard.”, you giggled and looked at his face.
“… thank you?”, he turned his head to yours. You took your chance and peppered his face with more kisses which made him chuckle.
Genji.
Genji wasn’t that confident in himself when it comes to cuddling, but he does like to show that you’re his. So the closest overwatch agents were all sitting in the main room watching TV.
Genji was resting at the armrest of the couch and watching the movie. One by one everyone temporarily left, came back and temporarily left again for different reason. Maybe paperwork, maybe getting more popcorn. Anyways, you and Genji were all alone once again and this is where you decided to make your move.
You inch even closer to him and rest your back on his chest and get yourself up on his lap.
“Well, hello there.”, Genji smiled in surprise.
“Hi!”, You smile back and give him a peck on the cheek right below one of his scars.
“Are you sure you’re comftreble?”, he wrapped his arms around you.
“Yeah…”, you snuggle your head under his chin. He kissed your temple and laid back as you wrapped a blanket around the both of you. Neither of you really paid attention to the movie anymore and finally you just turned to him. You lips met each others and you made out for a while until somebody came in.
“Ugh… get a room!”, Hana said and sat down on the other side of the couch with a new bowl of popcorn and her phone.
You felt your face get warmer and when you looked at Genji his face was just as red as you felt like you were. He smiled at you and you leaned against him again.
Hanzo.
He wasn’t very affectionate, he loved you but he didn’t show it that often.
So you decided to make something special for him. You had tidied up the place and made everything cozy.
“What is this?”, he asked, surprised, when he got home.
“I want to do something special for you!”, you smiled from the couch. He walked over to the couch and sat down next to you.
“You didn’t have to do anything for me, you know.”, he smiled.
“I know, I just wanted to.”, you kissed his cheek. He immidietly got flustered and tried to hide it.
You sat down so you could see his back and started massaging him. Hanzo was tense but easily relaxed. He sighed of relief as you massaged his shoulders and back.
“Thank you, I really needed that.”, he smiled when you stopped.
“My pleasure.”, you smiled and planted a kiss on his neck. You laid down on his lap as he ran his fingers through your hair.
Imagine that you are tasked with fetching the chancellor from his chambers.
“Tasked” was not the correct word you would use. Rather you were moreso opted out by your slow reaction time and forced to do this as everyone else in the meeting was quick to volunteer NOT to do anything that involved Chancellor Izunia. It was not wholly unusual for him to be late to meetings. If anything, he seemed to thrive on being, as he would put it, “fashionably late”, but today’s gathering required all high ranking officials of the empire to attend. And that is how you found yourself in front of the double doors of his chambers within the massive imperial palace. Supposedly, he has not left his rooms from this morning suggesting he is sleeping in. Or perhaps in the middle of some secret, nefarious plotting, you thought.
With a heavy sigh, you lifted your hand and knocked.
You: “Chancellor Izunia. Your presence is required in the war room.”
No sound. You try again to be sure.
You: “Chancellor? Are you there?”
Again. Nothing. Perhaps the tip was mistaken and he really did leave to go about his business for the day. Perhaps word of the demand of his attention reached his ears and you somehow passed him. Going with the latter, you turned to return to the meeting when you hear an unmistakable sound of rummaging behind the doors, followed with a loud thump!
Is he there afterall? What was that sound?
Your ears picked up a pained groan from within the room and your combative instincts kicked in. Bracing yourself, you forced your way inside the chancellor’s place shoulders first, the doors giving way from the impact. Once in, you dashed towards his sleeping quarters where you believed you heard the sound emanate from and readied your stance.
You: “Chancellor Izunia-!”
Are you hurt? Who dares attack you? What is going on? You wanted to say either of these questions but was stunned silent at the sight of what appears to be a bundled mess at the foot of the massive bed before you. Something large was squirming inside the blanket, before you can approach it, you see a familiar burgundy-haired head peek out. He freed one of this hands to rub against the side of his temple, where you assumed was the side that received the bulk of the fall.
Fall… Did this grown man fall off his bed?! You could not help but laugh at the situation, how such a childish thing can be pulled off by one of the most irritatingly sophisticated and eloquent individuals of Niflheim was beyond you. The sound made him take notice of your presence, his sleepy eyes focusing in on your form.
Ardyn: “Ah, it’s you. What are you doing here?”
You: “To fetch you. Emperor Aldercapt has demanded your attendance.”
Ardyn: “Is that so? Then I suppose we mustn’t keep his majesty waiting any longer.”
You: “Indeed. I will stay in the waiting room while you get ready.”
As you turned heel to do so, his honeyed voice stops you.
Ardyn: “Wait. If you may be so kind, I require your assistance.”
Your brow quirks curiously.
You: “Of course. What is it that you need?”
Ardyn: “I seem to have put myself in a bind. Literally. And cannot get free.”
It took a moment to process these words. At first you did not understand until you were watching Ardyn Izunia wiggling within his sheets, only his head and his hand can be seen. Everything else… Ohhh. Not only did this grown man fall of his bed….but now he’s stuck inside his own blanket.
If you were not in such a hurry to return to the meeting, you would have died laughing. You were laughing now as you approached him and tried to undo the mess he’s in.
You: “Of all the things you wrap yourself in. Literally.”
Ardyn: “You are a saint, I am forever in your debt.”
You: “Raise my salary?”
Ardyn: “My debt to you isn’t that high.”
You: “Ha! Now, hold still… Wait, how did this knot-“
Ardyn: “Your guess is as good as mine.”
You: “Nngh. There! And now this one… Got it! Try moving.”
At your command, the chancellor rises to his feet. His towering form standing impressively before you. For a politician he has a broad frame, you mused. Satisfied that he can use his legs, he now shuffles his arms within the sheet. And with a small shrug, the sheets fall from his shoulders.
His bare shoulders.
His bare chest.
His bare…
BY THE ASTRALS, HE’S NAKED!
You were nearly shocked senseless at the sheer sight of his apparently cut form. You couldn’t shriek, your mouth hung agape, unaware of everything else around you save for him although it almost felt like you were drooling. You probably were. Ardyn was entirely pleased at the effect his body had on you and approaches you boldly, doing nothing to uphold propriety and modesty. His golden eyes slowly skim across your face and form, a ravenous smile and a click of his teeth breaks your focused daze. It was too late, you were caught and somehow you felt like he was not the one trapped here this entire time.
Pairing:Kojirou Shinomiya x Reader Setting:Romantic/Serious Word Count:597 Warning:None
Heaving the last of your suitcases into the car, you made one final trip into the apartment, double checking that everything was in order and safe from any damage that might happen while no one was occupying it, and picked up the carefully wrapped present for Kojirou’s mother.
Every year he made several trips to Japan, not only for the sake of teaching at Totsuki but also to visit his mother every time he had an opportunity to. The first time you had met her, you’ve had, technically, already been with him for 4 years and if you thought getting him to go on a date with you and not constantly drown in his self-inflicted pressure, making him see you worthy of meeting his mother was that much worse.
You had no idea what made you worthy in the end but one time, Kojirou came to you, talking about his upcoming visit and, out of the blue, as if it was the most natural thing, asked you if you wanted to tag along and meet his mother. At that moment, it had shocked you so much, the plate with food almost slipped from your grip, only stopping it in the last second and stuttering out a reply.
To say that you were nervous and anxious to the limitation of your being would be one big understatement and even though it went without a hitch, you were always a little on edge meeting her, knowing just how much she meant to him.
However, this year it seemed he had truly wanted to torment you. A couple of weeks ago, Kojirou had asked you if you wanted to get a present for her, reasoning that because of your working hours, you were more likely to find something in the stores than him.
Again, you had been shocked beyond belief and the next weeks had been spent stressing over the perfect present for her. Nothing had seemed good enough but you had been able to settle on something that had a unique charm to it, something you had a feeling she would appreciate.
Locking the door behind you, you opened the passenger door, placing the present on the seat and climbed onto the driver’s seat, starting the car.
The drive towards Shino’s was a short one. Kojirou, ever the hard working man, had chosen an apartment close to his restaurant, so he was always close by in case of an emergency.
Arriving, you honked three times, grinning cheekily as an exasperated-looking Kojirou came out, dressed in casual attire.
“What did I tell you about being noisy around here?”
“Aww, come on. I just couldn’t resist. Are you ready?”
He nodded, then smirked at you and raised an eyebrow. “Are you?”
Try as you might, you weren’t able to hide the effect his mother had on you from him. “Ready as I’ll ever be,” you shrugged, patting the ribbon of the present and smiling softly. “Just hope she’ll like it.”
“Well, if we don’t get going now, we’ll never know,” he replied, opening the driver’s door.
You scooted over onto the passenger’s seat, fastening the belt.
“Take me away then, Shinomiya-san,” you grinned, ignoring how he rolled his eyes.
Fastening his own belt, he checked the pocket of his pants for the small ring-sized bulge. For so long, his mother had pestered him about going the next step with you, warning him about being too late but he was finally certain.
You’d endured so many things because of him, and with this ring, he would pay you back for it tenfold.
A/N: Nobody asked for this and I’m sure no one wants it either, but I had a rough night and writing these helped me relax so I figured I share them lol
You loved Michael’s hair – it’s one of your favorite features on him.
It’s extremely soft, and no tangles ever stopped your fingers when you ran them through his locks.
The first time you got to touch his hair was when you brushed a stray strand away from his eyes after you invited him into your home.
It’s after the church congregation, his belly is stuffed full of your food and you tell him the shower is all his.
He takes a while, a long while, and when he comes out, his hair is fluffy and towel-dried.
Michael is eager to thank you. He stands close with tears building at the corners of his eyes and you don’t have to think before you’re tucking a loose piece behind his ear.
Such a simple touch breaks him, and he collapses into your arms, crying as you shush him and pet his hair to calm him down.
The next time is when he showed you the Mark of the Beast and you threaded your fingers through his locks to keep them from covering the scar. You kept them there, absently caressing, as you thought about what the future had in store.
He caught onto your infatuation very quickly – and it took him an even shorter amount of time to decide that he liked it.
Michael found the feeling calming and pleasant and overall just – nice after losing his only source of affection.
He melts under your touch.
He became a bit less clingy once Ms. Mead 2.0 was built, but whenever the Coven was able to get under his skin, he could only relax when he was able to lay on your lap and rant while you messed with his hair.
There was one time where you tugged too hard, and you didn’t even notice the small moan that fell from his lips as you snatched your hand away.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry, Michael!”
He grabs your wrist, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin, and asks you ‘not to stop.’
After his reassurance, you pull again, harder, to see the reaction you can draw from him.
And you’re definitely not disappointed when he gets too riled up to sit still and he surges up to press a kiss to your lips next.
When you were reunited in one of the Outposts, you were floured to see his blonde hair long and – and slightly curled, which you meant to ask him about, but the question escapes your minds as soon as your lips met in a clash of teeth and tongue, your fist gripping his hair for dear life.
He can’t help but to laugh as you pull away to marvel at his new look, and he flips his hair over his shoulder, puffing up his chest as if presenting himself to you.
“What do you think?” he asks, and you nearly scoff as you throw yourself back into his arms.
“You look divine, my love,” you say, smoothing your digits over his hair. He tightens the embrace.
Your fascination grew tenfold and he’s more than happy to let you indulge yourself.
He decided to stay in your Outpost for a while, before moving onto O3, and the two of you revived your tradition of nightly talks, with him sat on the edge of the bed as you took position behind him to braid or brush his hair, or his head on your lap as you twist pieces around your fingers.
He still behaved like a puppy after all that time, nuzzling and leaning his head into your hand as you played with his locks.
You realize that no matter how much his appearance or personality changes, he’s always gonna be your Michael, and it never fails to make him turn to putty when you mess with his hair.
Reasons the Scooby Doo gang are just a bunch of LGBT+ kids solving crimes with their dog
The cops hate them for literally no reason even though they’re constantly trying to help out
That one scene in Scooby-Doo Zombie Island with Daphne and Velma,,,,,,you know the one
They’re constantly being put into unnecessary relationships with others, and even each other. Even if there’s a whole ass joke that Fred and Daphne would never be together by the original creators
Shaggy is too,,,,,,,Shaggy to be cishet
Have You Seen Scooby-Doo! Mystery, Inc.
Speaking of Shaggy, he got with a cute sexless alien girl in Scooby Doo and the Alien Invaders and still loved her after finding out she was a sexless alien
I’m like 90% sure there was one movie where Velma was supposed to be a lesbian but the producers were cowards and fools who didn’t go through with it
Shaggy being as chill with female disguises as he is is one of the most GNC, or dare I say…..nonbinary things I’ve seen in a series
Shaggy HATES being called norville, making it his deadname which is a thing most common with trans and nb folk
Have You Seen Scooby-Doo! Mystery, Inc.
Hayley Kiyoko played Velma in Scooby Doo! The Mystery Begins
Daphne is too into the Hex Girls wih most movies for it to be even kind of heterosexual
Same goes for Velma in others
Fred gives off super hard bi vibes with how interested he acts towards both men and women
They’re all a bunch of kids with different interests and different personalities, some even being opposites to each other but they’re all so close to one another so there’s only one explanation,,,,,,,they’re all Gay
Have You Seen Scooby-Doo! Mystery, Inc
Shaggy (including the rest of them) would literally die for Scooby, their dog, which is gay culture™
In conclusion: Scooby Doo is simply a bunch of gay kids trying to help others and hang out with their dog, therefore making it gay culture™
hihi!!! could you do a scenario of todoroki shouto taking care of his s/o who’s sick (she has a high fever and flu) and like, he takes good care of her that his s/o was impressed and said that when they grow up, they should get married and he became flustered and all that :). If it’s too much for you, it’s okay^^^
you got it chief
word count: 1.6 k words.
genre: fluff
pairing: todoroki shouto / reader
The world was a bleak haze from the comfort of your bed. The weather report on your phone said that it was the first snow day of the winter season. But, fall left you with a parting gift—a terrible cold.
Swaddled in a multitude of blankets, you could barely enjoy the morning sunlight coming from your dusty blinds with the mucus buildup in your throat and nose. And it certainly didn’t feel better when you had to sneeze. On the bright side, the thought of staying in your house warm dorm was comforting. If it wasn’t the first snowfall of the season.
It was truly the best at the worst of times.
Wiping the snot from your nose for the eighth time that day, you sat up and reached for your phone on the nightstand. The bright digital numbers read 3:17.
Todoroki should be heading out of UA right now. Your bi-colored haired best friend and boyfriend should’ve got your 15 messages you spammed during the day. He never let you down when it came to you doing your homework, begrudgingly.
He was always by your side since elementary. Lunches in the comfort of just each other, the passing crumbled notes or doodles of the teacher, make-believe that you were both pro-heroes in the school courtyard. One could say that you two were best friends, which was entirely the truth.
You were the first one outside his family to know about his scar and situation with his mother. You told him that you put yourself first in line to deck his dad in the nose. The violent statement slowly opened his heart to you. It was same vice versa. Certainly there were a few times where words couldn’t form in your mouth, dry in the face of bullies, taunting you for your quirk, and he would step in. You knew from his powerful glare directed to your enemies that things between you two would go swimmingly.
Also his resilient and quiet nature meshed well with your extroverted and optimistic persona. It was definitely questionable, especially in the minds of his long line of admirers at UA. You could yak his whole ear off if you were paid to. And then you would split it with Todoroki to get some cold soba afterwards.
Hmm, maybe another nap can keep me busy until he comes, your tired mind pondered.
But before your crusted eyelids shut, your ears heard a firm knock.
“What’s the password?” You croaked, knowlingly smiling on who it might be.
“(Name), it’s Shouto.”
“Invalid attempt. Try again.”
You could practically see his tired fingers rubbing his temples.
“All Might to Protron, do you copy?” He voiced your made up superhero names from childhood through the wooden door.
You giggled.
“Roger. You may come in!”
Your two-toned haired friend entered your room, dressed in his school uniform with a plastic bag hanging from his hand.
“I hope you know it’s dangerous to leave your door open like this.” He closed the door behind him with a click.
You waved the danger off.
“I had to use the bathroom and didn’t have the energy to lock it. My sickness is slowly consuming me.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t do this simple thing.”
“Okay, Maybe you should leave the door open, the girls and boys here could see this lovely side of you.” You mockingly sighed, but coughing up a storm at the end of your sentence.
“Then it looks like you don’t need the notes and medicine after all.”
His body was already moving towards the door.
“I’m sorry! I was rude. Please don’t leave me like this.” You put on your biggest pair of puppy eyes.
He looked at your pathetic form and shook his head smiling, going back to sit down on your bedside to rummage through his backpack.
Despite your annoying sinuses, a light shined through in eyes on seeing your saving grace in the form of neat handwriting and Advil.
“You’re honestly the best Shouto.” You took his papers, giving his written words a once over.
“Mm.” Todoroki unscrewed the turquoise cap as you examined his work, popping out two pills.
“Here.” His cold hand placed the two tablets gently into your palm.
You swallowed them while your boyfriend offered his half full water bottle to you. Taking it quickly, you gulped the lukewarm water down your clogged throat.
He watched your neck bobbed up and down your barely visible Adam’s apple. How you kept your skin so soft, considering how hard you worked in school to your current condition, was a mystery to him. Swanlike, almost.
You were beautiful, without a doubt, but that fact never occurred to him when he first meet you. A dwarf in pigtails, he remembered, that barely knew how to tie her shoes.
From when he instinctively defended you in front of those elementary bullies to when you cheered from the stands when his left side erupted in flames. He couldn’t recall a time where you weren’t special to him.
Your friendly personality and quirky humor grew on him like a fungus over the years. His affections for you certainly didn’t decrease when you openly supported his dreams to become separate from his family lineage. All free time was spent either texting, calling, or mindlessly being in the presence of each other.
Inside jokes, funny nicknames, wild adventures; all done by your discretion. No matter how many times he would roll his eyes or lecture you, it felt more like home than at his own house.
Todoroki would have to silently thank whatever higher being controlling his fate made you do the first move to ask out his oblivious ass.
You sighed happily, wiping the stray droplets from your bottom lip. “Thank you. You’re going through all this trouble for me.”
“It wasn’t an issue. Aizawa-sensei said you have to make up classwork after school tomorrow.”
A groan escaped your throat, where you threw yourself on your messy bed.
“I guess I haven’t suffered enough yet,” You sighed. “Can you at least stay with me until I’m done? My misery needs some company.”
“Of course.”
His reassuring tone seemed to trigger a switch in you.
“You’re the best. I swear sometimes we should just get married already.”
“Married?”
Three seconds it took you to realize what you said.
Your face spiked up to another thousands of degrees. You and your big mouth.
“Did I really say married? Nah, I didn’t really mean it like that, I just-“
“Then what did you mean?” He asked neutrally, despite your frantic antics.
“I mean, you’re always giving me good advice, you always listen to my weird jokes, you would defend my honor even if it meant damaging yours. I can’t remember a time that you weren’t there for me. You also seem to know exactly what I need when I don’t know it myself. It just feels like you’re meant to be here with me.”
He slowly nodded in understanding ,but you still continued, this time with animated hands.
“Also you make my heart beat really fast when you smile only at me. When I need validation in the room, I always look for you. It’s always more than enough. I just-”
You sighed dreamily.
“-feel so lucky that you wanted to be with me and are just so…amazing. So, I guess the idea of marrying you just popped into my mind.”
Awaiting his reaction made your boxed room get smaller by the second. How badly you wanted to rake up all the words you said and stuff back in your mouth again. Though, all you said was true. Regrets shouldn’t be felt. It came from the unfiltered, sincere core of your heart. Your boyfriend deserved to know what you were thinking. You looked at him.
Todoroki’s face was beet red. He was as stiff as a board.
“Shouto, are you okay?” Slightly panicking, you placed your hand on his lap, hoping for a response.
Your worrying made him slowly come back to earth, in the form of him slowly grasping your hand on his lap.
Todoroki looked downward, nestling his chin into his chest.
Even with the close proximity, you couldn’t pinpoint what his expression, but his hand was slowly growing clammy.
“…you.” He muttered, his cheeks blazing to the point that his quirk might have activated at that point.
“What?” You coarsely asked.
“I love you, (Name). “ He clarified, trying desperately to repress his growing blush. “But let’s not get married right away. At least until we get settled down first.”
The room’s atmosphere spun and expanded, the statement hitting you like a freight train.
This was the first time he had ever spoken those three words. You would be lying if you hadn’t imagined this moment a couple of hundreds of times. Mentally prepared, you were not.
You only did the most instinctive thing in your caliber. Your hands hid your already matching red face, a wave of elation coursing through every nerve of your body.
Seeing your huddled up position, concern hastily spread from Todoroki’s body. Did he do something wrong?
“(Name)-“
“I love you too.” You cut off his apology, revealing your embarrassed face to his shocked one. “I’m sorry I came off so weird. I just really really like you.”
The heavy tension in the room broke like a wire. A clear smile appeared on your boyfriend’s thin fair lips that could melt an entire glacier. The rush from before of wanting to be with him forever suddenly came back tenfold. But you did your best to contain it.
“Don’t be. I really really like you too.” He laughed, scooting closer to sit adjacent to you on the bed.
If you weren’t so sick right now, you would envelop your lover into a bear hug. Instead, you rested your head on his shoulder, slowly and delicately intertwining your fingers with his. He leans into your touch and closes his eyes.
A sincere smile curled on the edges of your lips as you pulled him closer.
Your cold melted away as soon as both of you fell asleep.
Toad's Cave 