#dude already sent a flood

[whalehouse1]

#greek mythology #poll #clytemnestra #Medea #atalante #Aphrodite #Hera #demeter #I know there are others but these are the ones I think have the highest body count #I guess you could say Helen but I’m throwing that to Eris and Aphrodite #or Zeus if you want to go with the he needed to curb the population reason for the war #dude already sent a flood #the girls get claim to the war

[theewritingroomm]

A Friendly Favor

Summary: Eddie wants your help asking Chrissy out. Unaware that you have feelings for your best friend.  Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader (platonic), mentions of Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham Word Count: 612 A/N: Hella short and kinda angsty drabble. Let me know if y’all want more or a second part. 

I do NOT consent to my work being translated or published onto third party sites - including AO3 and Wattpad. 

Eddie ran into Family Video where you and Robin were busy stocking the shelves before the afternoon rush. The young man, once through the door, made a quick beline for you. He skidded to a stop next to you, nearly falling into the display you had painstakingly put together and sending it to the floor. You sent Eddie a quick glare which did little to wipe the smile from his face. 

“How is my favorite Family Video employee?” He asked. 

From across the store Steve Harrington yelled out a quick “Dude”. Eddie and you laughed at this. 

“Busy Eds.” You rescinded, moving to the next display. 

But despite the workload you were currently suffering through, the mere presence of your best friend was already doing wonders for your mood. 

“Well I just thought you would want to know who I just spent most of the afternoon with.” 

“Ozzy,” you teased. 

At the teasing tone in your voice Eddie placed a quick flick to your shoulder. He rolled his eyes and chuckled. 

“I fuckin’ wish,” Eddie placed his hands on your shoulders. “But no, I spent all afternoon with Chrissy Cunningham. And she’s so…” 

At the mention of her name you tuned out the rest of what your best friend was saying. Chrissy was everything you were not. She was popular and nice whereas you were looped in with the “freaks” and spoke your mind too much for your small town. She was pretty and knew it while you often stuck to shirts you had stolen from Eddie. There were no two people more different in the town of Hawkins. It was no wonder that she had caught the attention of Eddie Munson. 

That much was obvious by the dreamy look in Eddie’s eyes. 

Your heart clenched within your chest. A plethora of emotions running through your mind. But you willed them all down. Wanting to hide the pain that flooded your veins from your best friend. 

“That’s awesome Eds,” you plastered a smile on your face. “How was it?” 

Eddie sighed gently, a small smile pulling at the edge of his lips. “It was amazing. She so nice and so fucking funny. Like, I think I may like her.” 

Your heart plummeted. 

“Really?” you asked, hoping that Eddie couldn’t pick up on the faux joy lacing your words. 

“Yeah, but I really need your help Y/N.” Eddie fiddled with his rings. Nervous that you were going to say no. “I don’t know how to ask her out without being a complete idiot.” 

You took in a shallow breath. Hoping that it would stop your heart from racing right out of your chest. 

“I’ll stop by after work. We’ll come up with a killer plan.” You shook his hands off of your shoulders. “There's no way in hell she’ll be able to say no.” 

Eddie threw his hands in the air. Wide, goofy smile took over his face as he laughed. “You’re the fuckin’ best Y/N!.” 

Eddie ruffled your hair quickly before practically skipping out of the store. You watched him dumbfounded until he was climbing into his van and driving away. 

Robin peeked her head around the display. From there she was able to take in the pain maring your features. The way your mouth hung open slightly in shock. The way your eyebrows were pulled together, seemingly questioning what had just happened. And finally the way your arms wrapped around your stomach in an attempt to comfort yourself. 

“He doesn’t know that you’re in love with him, does he?” Robin asked, her gentle voice barely penetrating the roaring thoughts in your brain. 

You simply shook your head in response.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things oneshot #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x chrissy cunningham #stranger things drabble #stranger things angst #stranger things #eddie munson

[loveinhawkins]

Part 1 ao3

A series of notes passed during private study periods in Hawkins High School Library, circa January—May, 1985.

A sheet of paper hastily ripped from its notebook, folded over with a crease down the middle.

—Harrington, did you just turn down that girl?

—What are you talking about?

—Hey, you can’t blame a guy for being nosy. You were the one deciding to TALK in a SACRED LIBRARY.

—If you heard us, why are you asking?

—Okay, sound doesn’t travel that far.

—Why don’t YOU tell me what happened considering you know everything?

—Wow. Touchy.

—Fuck off.

—Sorry. Thought we were just joking around. Didn’t mean to be a dick.

—It’s fine.

—You sure?

—I wasn’t ‘turning her down.’ She’s on the Yearbook Committee. Asking for photos.

—Too many pin-ups to choose from?

—Baby photos.

—What’s the problem? Did you come out the womb holding hairspray?

—No.

—Table it or ditch it?

—?

—It’s something my uncle says. If he asks me about stuff I don’t wanna talk about, I can either table it for later or ditch it completely. But if something keeps coming up and I keep saying to ditch it, then it automatically becomes a table it for later.

—That’s smart.

—Yup.

—Table it.

—Okay.

—? Why do you keep scoring out stuff?

—Sorry sorry. I can only think of baby photos now.

—Not against them in general. Feel free to talk about yourself, Munson.

—Uh-huh. I could hear the sarcasm in how you wrote that.

—Ha. No, really. I don’t mind.

—Well, lucky for you, talking about myself is my favorite subject.

—Lucky me.

—I thought I’d lost literally all of my baby photos. When I lived with my dad, the house got flooded and all of them were hit. Water damage. I had to get my books spread out on a radiator so the pages would dry, and that kinda worked for some of them. Photos were goners, though.

—That’s awful.

—Hold your horses, cowboy. But then when I moved to my uncle’s—we’re at the trailer park in Forest Hills—I saw he had all these photos stacked on a bookcase, and I thought they were all really old, like from when he was a kid and stuff, and some of them were, but he had whole entire ALBUMS of me. Way more than my dad ever had.

—That’s cool.

—You’re so verbose, Harrington.

—I meant it. It’s just. I was just thinking.

—About?

—That’s not why I—I HAVE baby photos, that’s not the problem.

—Don’t sweat it, dude, you don’t need to tell me.

—It’s just. Rebecca, that’s who was talking to me, she kept going on about how everyone else has already sent in a baby photo or, you know, a photo from when they were a kid, and she was excited about it, it’s a whole new thing they’re doing for this year. They’re gonna do a special layout, old photos next to current ones, you know what I mean?

—Afraid I’ve never been privy to the wondrous goings-on of the Yearbook Committee.

—She said it’ll look weird if I’m the only one not doing it. But it’s—I don’t know. I know I could just pick any damn photo and send it in, it’d get the whole Committee off my back. But I think I’d feel weird at the thought of the whole year getting to see—god, this doesn’t even make sense, like I don’t mind them seeing at a photo of me NOW, but I don’t. I don’t like looking at old photos, I never have. I don’t know why. Guess I just don’t like looking back.

—Fuck what everyone else is doing. They’re YOUR photos. Forget the precious ‘layout.’

—Yeah, that’s sorta what I told her, minus the ‘fuck.’

—If it’ll shut them all up, you could send in one of mine. See who actually notices.

—No way.

—Yeah, I was just being stupid.

—No. Those are YOUR photos. Save them for your own Yearbook. Sounds like your uncle could fill the whole thing with pictures.

—Wouldn’t put it past him.

—Shit, is that the time? The bell’s gonna ring in five minutes. I’ve done NOTHING.

—The horror!

—I’m blaming you.

—Honored to be considered a distraction, Harrington.

-

A scrap of paper, hastily dropped into the pencil case of an unknowing Eddie Munson as the bell rang.

—Thanks.

#notes from hawkins high school library #epistolary fic #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie #eddie and wayne munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #pre steddie

[b1zz13m41d]

BY THE DOCKS - Day one

A/N: DAY ONE OF KINKTOBER !! Dude, this is my first time writing Beidou so I hope its okay. Honestly I had a lot of fun writing this !! <33

Word count: 1,048 words

Prompt: PUBLIC SEX

Characters: Beidou (Genshin Impact) , Female reader

Contains: PUBLIC SEX, FEMALE READER, DOM BEIDOU, PET NAMES, MULITPLE ORGASMS, CUNNILINGUS (oral), FINGERING, BOAT SEX.

Beidou gazed deeply into your eyes, a small smirk forming on her lips as she held you close. The sun was gradually descending on the horizon, and a gentle ocean breeze brought the scent of the sea right to your nose. You were standing together on the decks that led right to Beidou's boat, her hand intertwined with yours.

”Do you really have to go?” You emitted a soft whine, tilting your head to the side while gazing at her. A slight chuckle slipped from her mouth as she gently squeezed your hand, playfully replying.

”Mm, yes, I’m gonna miss you.” A gentle hand slid around your waist, and her tender lips pressed firmly against yours. Your hands lazily rose and encircled her neck. Beidou's body melded against yours, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips. Her grin widened upon hearing the pleasurable sound you made, and she pulled away from the kiss.

”You make me wanna stay when you make those sounds, sweetheart.” You sensed her hands release your hips, only to firmly grasp your ass cheeks. Your eyes closed, and you rested your head against her clothed chest. Your body reacted, a soft squeak left your lips from the sudden contact.

"Fuck," you whispered softly, delicately nibbling on your bottom lip. "You can't do that." Another laughter escaped her lips as she firmly squeezed your ass.

“And why the fuck not, this ass is mine.” Raising your head from her chest, you sealed another kiss on her lips in an intense and messy manor. The roughness didn't matter; all you wanted was to keep her here for a bit longer. Unexpectedly, she bit down on your lower lip, and the metallic taste of iron flooded your mouth as she resumed the forceful kiss. Her tongue explored the depths of your mouth, leaving a soft tingling feeling in the lower parts of your belly. Your moans melded with hers, as your bodies moved together.

Breaking away from the kiss, Beidou released her grip on your ass and swiftly took hold of your hand, leading you towards the deck of her boat.

“Lay down and take your pants off,” Her eyes widen in excitement, arms crossing over her chest before resuming her sentence. “Since you wanna be a little brat, why don’t I give you a little parting gift.”

Feeling a surge of nervousness, you swallowed anxiously, shyly removing your pants and reclining on the deck. Your legs parted, revealing the wetness that had already begun to seep on your underwear, feeling her gaze all over your half naked body.

“Someone’s a little needy, did you get wet just from a kiss?” Descending to her knees, she positioned her hands on your knees, her gaze fixed on your wet panties. Slowly, her hands glided down your thighs, offering gentle squeezes along the way. With teasing intent, her thumbs hooked the sides of your underwear, gradually removing them, earning an impatient whine from you.

“What if someone comes?” With nervous tone in your voice, the feeling of being caught in the act of fucking on your girlfriend's boat sent a thrilling sensation coursing through your body. It caused your pussy to throb, sending chills down your back as the breeze hit against your heat. You watched as Beidou’s eyebrow raised, her hand suddenly cupping your pussy.

“The only one cumming is you, sweetheart.” As your head tilts back, you support your body with your elbows, while her fingers delicately tease your sensitive area, skillfully targeting your most pleasurable spots. Your moans only fuel her on, encouraging her to continue. With her free hand, she lifts your shirt just above your breasts, providing a gentle squeeze to one of them. She lifts her fingers up, inspecting the wetness that covered her fingers.

“I barely even touched you and you’re dripping, you’re so cute.” Her fingers descended again, this time lightly poking at your entrance before slipping one finger inside. Your elbows gave way, causing your legs to spread wider as your back met the firm wood beneath you. Your body quivered in response, and your moans grew louder as she skillfully stimulated your G-spot with gentle touches. Your hips instinctively grind against her finger.

With a gentle motion, she inserted a second finger and skillfully used a scissoring motion inside you, gradually picking up the pace as she observed your face unraveling in pleasure. Her other hand, previously resting on your breast, slipped beneath the fabric and wire, giving your breast a firmer squeeze, causing your body to jolt in response.

“I’m gonna cum.” You moaned aloud, grinding your hips against her fingers. Sensing the tightening of your inner muscles, she increased her pace, assisting you as you reached your first orgasm. As you come down from your high, her fingers dipped out of your dripping hole, smirking up at your exhausted looking face.

“You don’t think we’re done do you, sweetheart? You know one round doesn't satisfy me.” Whispering into your ear, she proceeded to trail gentle kisses down your stomach, earning another groan from your lips. As her face hovers near your pussy, she releases a gentle breath, observing your body twitch and tense in response. Her tongue presses flat against your clit, causing you to emit a soft whimper, as the sensitivity intensifies following your recent climax. Obtaining the desired reaction she wanted from you, she enveloped your sensitive clit with her mouth, teasingly licking it with her tongue. Watching you squirm around on the firm wood below the both of you, your hands instinctively ventured towards her hair, gently pressing her face closer, allowing you to grind against it. The pleasure building up quickly in your stomach again, her tongue dragging up and down your slit, circling your clit each time.

As your body tensed up, you came all over her face, lapping up all your juices. Sitting up, she licks her lips wiping away the wetness on her chin. Gently bringing her face to yours, she presses a small kiss to your lips, tasting yourself on her lips.

"Are you satisfied, my dear?” You responded with a small tired nod, her kisses moved to your cheeks and jawline.

“I love you.” You softly say, your voice breaking. A small smile lightened up her face.

“I love you more.”

#genshin fanfic #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #beidou smut #x reader #smut #beidou x reader #genshin x reader #beidou genshin impact #beidou

[iloveslllycatss]

## "𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘"

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ! 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 ! 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘔𝘓 𝘏𝘈𝘉𝘐𝘉𝘛𝘐 𝘕𝘈𝘋𝘖𝘖𝘕 @sttarzxx 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬, the paraghraph text and response to it was copy and pasted from me and the dude this happened to me withs chat......... 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ! 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 2 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘋𝘠𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘕𝘚𝘐𝘋𝘌 (𝘫𝘬)

"im gonna do it. im gonna text him."

you were on vc with your best friend. for context, you had a crush. a MASSIVE crush on a boy named robby. you had liked him for 2 years now, the only bad thing? you guys were barely friends. you guys had a class together, and he would always talk to you (hed call u weird when u declared you were spiderman.).. all until you left school for second semester. you hadnt seen robby in about 6 months, but you still liked him (attachment issues go hard). u guys used to text, too. itd mostly be u texting with double chats and him replying in a dry way... but u still liked him AHAHA, so 2 days ago.. you asked your friend for his number...

"hey"

you texted, and he replied right away

"hi"

after that, you guys had texted for 5 minutes, asking things like "hru" or "wyd" until he finally said

"who even are u?"

your eyes widened seeing this, and you were a pussy, so you said

"im f/n (fake name)"

you guys, for another day kept texting back and fourth.. the only thing is, you acted like u didnt have a clue who he was, what he liked, and what he did.

"i do karate, i think its cool to have balance in your life and karate gave me that."

..... you already knew that, but you couldnt help but act like u didnt.

it was like u two havent met eachother. but little did u know, he was observant as fuck.

"you know u remind me of someone, u text the same as her. her name is y/n"

he said, and ur eyes widened. u couldnt believe that he had memorized your texting style. but you were a pussy, so u denied it.

a couple days go by and u guys still text, you overthink everything he says and you were starting to think your friends were getting tired of you ranting ab it to them all the time. there was this one time where u two had been talking, and the convo? it wasnt good. at all.

"k"

he said, and you furrowed ur eyebrows...

"WYM K?? THATS LIKE THE DRIEST MESSAGE EVER"

....

"yeah ik"

...... what? you couldnt believe it. was he bored of u already? were u being too annoying? were u just a bother?

your heart sunk, and u felt ur knees go weak. not weak in a "i just folded" typa way, but in a "im gonna kms" typa way.

your thoughts kept flooding with things like "i just annoyed him" or "he doesnt want to talk to me anymore." and you wanted to cry.

you start to rant ab it to your friends, balling ur eyes out as u do, you were in ur head about it, letting it get to you. your hands trembled as u typed about it to your friends. you had always been insecure about your personality, not wanting ppl to see u as too much or crazy. so u finally replied to him.

"ok"

its been 15 since youve been on delivered (or read, he didnt have read recipts on)

u desperately wanted to talk to him so u sent anotyher message

"hihii"

when he replied, you got so happy u forgot about the fact that you were crying about him the night before. but the thing is, he would leave u on read the whole day, and it stressed u out.

everyone had been telling u to just tell him who u were, and to stop being a pussy. hell, even snap ai wasnt on your side. so u write a paragraph, wanting to send it to him

"hi robby, so ive been feeling kinda bad recently for this and i hope u forgive me and that this doesnt ruin our 'friendship' kinda thing going on, basically i lied ab like a couple things and i feel bad IFDJNEJN so uh im y/n (u guessed right kinda craz) and IK I LIED AB NOT KNOWING B/F/N BUT I FELT LIKE ITD BECOME AWKS and stuff, f/n is my online name since ion give my real name out (and its a nickname my freinds call me), im sorry for acting like i didnt know who u were i was just being a pussy difjejfn but the truth is i asked b/f/n to send me a bunch of (school name) numbers and u was like the only person (other than 2 girls) who texted me back and I DIDNT KNWO IT WASS U AT FIRST but when u told me who u were i didnt know how to keep the 'friendship' going (r we friends??? idek atp) nd ik this is gonna make everything awkward and stuff but uh yeah im really really sorry for lying 2 u and i hope we can still b friends lol (ts up 2 u//im coming back next year too so idk if that helps EKJFNEIJNF)"

SENT !

... you were stressing atp, would he block u? would he be dry? would he ghost u? say "oh ok"? call u weird and tell everyone?

you didnt know how to feel, you wanted to cry. you were in ur head about this whole situation and u couldnt help but overthink. so u turn to your best friends, wanting-- no, needing reassurance. they continue to tell u its okay and that he wont break your heart. but you cant help it, that feeling. that feeling of your heart sinking, the feeling of the lump that forms in your throat, the feeling where you just want to feel better. but you cant. you were paranoid. you were tearing up. but you forced yourself not to cry, u didnt wnat to be a crybaby, but u couldnt help it. the tears had already formed and started to fall, your vision fogging up and your eyelashes wet. you couldnt believe u thought ur lifew could be like a wattpad love story. you were cracking your knuckles and picking at the skin around your cuticles, something u did when u were stressed. you then went to bed, hoping everything would be okay.

the next morning u wake up. the first thing u do is check every other social media and dm before his, you had a feeling he was gonna make u cry (again).

when u finally open the text, your whole expression lights up.

"I mean I suspected it and I am personally fine with the lie you told and yea I can forgive u but as you know I am a dry texter"

you were so happy. u couldnt believe it. you quickly change his contact name back from "oh" to "ROBBYYY! <33" and you smiled so big your jaw started to hurt

maybe there was a chance.

@/ilovesillycats

plz dont copy my work 😞

#runa ⭐️ writes #kisses for nadeen ! #cobra kai #miguel diaz <3 #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x y/n #cobra kai x you #cobra kai fic #cobra kai fluff #cobra kai headcanons #the karate kid #karate kid #robby #robby keene #robby keene x reader #robby x reader #robby cobra kai #johnny lawrence #cobra kai robby

[pinkchangelingdemon]

Who am I?: Part 5

I remember that two days after I possessed the principal, I was walking through the hallways of my school during recess, and I heard someone screaming. It came from the same bathroom's where I was bullied.

When I opened the door, I found Jordan, my bully, breaking the glasses of one of his terrified classmates. I was sorry for the kid, but I finally got that jerk. Time for revenge.

-Hey Richard! I was helping this kid, he slipped and broke his glasses, the dummy - Jordan said with a smile in his face.

Memories of Jordan being the son of one of the principal's friends, and the principal ignoring the complaints of students flooded me. So that's why he never got caught. I was furious.

- JORDAN TO MY F*CKING OFFICE! RIGHT NOW! - I shouted at him, his smile vanished.

I helped the bullied student and sent him with Miss Lakewood, one of the kindest teachers.

...

While Jordan waited in his father's car, already expulsed, I talked with the father in my office. He didn't look worried.

- Richard, you know my son is a good lad, this is all a misunderstanding. - Jordan's father smiled at me. Like father, like son I suppose.

I stayed in silence deadly serious, while massaging my cock under the desk and thinking about f*cking the father.

I opened my mouth only to exit Rick and enter his friend.

"So...This guy is another asshole" I thought after seeing some memories.

With my previous body disoriented, I wasted no time. I closed the curtains, locked the door, and on my knees I unzipped the principal's jeans. The enormous erected cock welcomed me.

-F*ck it was THAT big? - I said trying my new voice.

The principal groaned, that was my clue to start sucking his can dick with my borrowed mouth. My new host was about to enjoy every f*cking minute of it and make an habit of it.

When the principal snapped out of it, he moaned and looked at me with lust. He easily got up of the chair and with both his hand holding my head, he started to make a rythmn with his hips against his friend's face. F*ck it was so big.

...

After our "talk", I shared with the father my memories of his son bullying me, and some suggestions on what to do with their lifes from that moment. Then I exhaled and returned to the principal's welcoming body still naked while he relaxed in his chair.

The father left without saying a word.

I touched my chest satisfied. Between the principal's dominant personality and my mind, we made the perfect tandem to make the school better.

...

A year after, I was still in the principal's body. I turned Richard Smith's life, now Rick's life, upside down.

He changed from being one of the regulars in the sports bar, to being one of the regular daddies in the gay bar. I still watched some matches though, but my borrowed eyes slipped to the players ass, while my meatier hands moved to my underwear.

I was older and less flexible than my previous bodies. But I felt more strong and comfortable with Rick's body, more like "home". Having this body, with the authority and strength to change things was great and made me hornier than ever, knowing that the asshole Richard Smith was eliminated from existence.

...

But everything has an end.

One Saturday night outside of the gay bar, I fought two assholes with their faces covered attacking one guy from the bar. After taking a few punches, they left. Cowards.

A few days after, in the locker room of one of the city's gymnasiums I overheard someone talking on the phone:

-Dude, I tell you. Our old principal is a f*cking faggot.... Look I saw him outside of that disgusting faggot bar... DUDE! I'm not a faggot! We were there about to BEAT one of them and then the principal...- then he looked at me with his mouth open.

"why this asshole deserves that perfect body? Time to change that" were the last thoughts I had inside the principal.

I exhaled and instantly possessed that coward. I hung up his phone. Then I removed my towel, grabbed my previous body's hand and made him accompany me to the showers, where the new principal Rick gladly destroyed my straight ass, and I made sure that this body enjoyed every second of the ride.

After leaving one of the showers full with our cum, I saw Rick leave. While sitting in one of the benches of the locker room, I explored the memories of this jerk and knew I had to do something about him, his friends and people like him. This was only the beginning.

- THE END -

#male possession #male body possession #male body swap #straight to gay #teacher possession

[hotsforharlow]

accidentally stepping into jack’s live

AN: Hi, I hope you like this x

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

“Can’t believe you guys do this to me.” Jack mumbled as he walked around his kitchen. His management had said he needed to be on his socials more and his fans had voted to see some cooking, because they loved to punish him. “You all know I can’t see shit in this eye..and these onions.” He pouted and tried to cut the food. “Y/N usually does this.” He mumbled to himself, not realising he’d mentioned your name. Your relationship wasn’t known; you were a friend from Kentucky that he’d been able to keep from the limelight and he enjoyed that. He noticed the comments flooding in with Urban’s emoji of a facepalm being sent in numbers.

Harlow’swhore Whose Y/N?? Jackinthebox Um, Jack!! Hello, who are you talking about?!

Jack tried to move the conversation on as he wandered around the kitchen and began opening cupboards. “I don’t know where anything is.” He complained before finally reaching the bowls he needed. “Okay, I think we are ready.” Jack mumbled and rolled his eyes as he noticed Urban requesting to join. Jack tapped the screen as he began to place the ingredients in the pan.“You can’t cook.” Urban spoke straight away and Jack just rolled his eyes as he picked up the seasoning in complete confusion. “Shut up, Urb.” Jack was too lost in the moment to realise the front door opening and shutting; your soft voice calling his name. Seeing you brought a large smile onto his face and he forgot about the live in that moment.

Harlow69 Um…anyone else seeing this? urbanwyatt Dude is shit at keeping secrets Druski2funny You are telling me

“What are you doing?” You softly whispered into his ear as your arms looped around his neck. The height difference was adorable as he leaned in for a kiss. Your noses brushed together as you cuddled into his chest for a moment. “Just cooking.” Jack mumbled; completely turning soft for you. “You, cooking?” You giggled and moved over to the food. You moved past the phone without noticing and picked up the seasoning. “You know that’s out of date, right?” You teased, watching him nearly blush before his eyes widened for some reason. “Oh..on live too.” He tried to save the situation but it was already too late.“You are an idiot.” Urban’s voice moved through the phone.

Harlow’swhore I can’t with him. But Jack, who is she?? Jackharlow’slover Why is he so cute!!!

Jack watched the comments fly in and began to chew on his bottom lip as he locked eyes with you. “Oopsie..” He whispered and you only shook your head and tried to hide the giggle threatening to escape you. You knew it was going to happen sooner rather than later, but why did your man child have to be so silly? You were quickly becoming shy as he tugged you into his side and moved back to the phone. Urban’s teasing still sounded out and you reached and took him off with a smirk. 

urbanwyatt That was rude Y/N Jackinthebox I love her!! Can we know more now? Harlow’swhore He’s an idiot.

“Hi guys.” You waved on camera with a bright smile as Jack’s hand still rested on your hip as he tried to continue the dish. You looked over at him and stopped yourself from hovering in fear of him burning the kitchen down. You blushed at the comments flooding in as they welcomed you. 

Hotsforharlow Is he a good cook?

You giggled at the question and shook your head as Jack looked over you in confusion as he tried to sort the mess he’d made out. “He’s so bad. Really bad.” You hummed and picked up the phone to show them Jack trying to clean up the mess. “I don’t know how you cope without me.” You hummed and watched the laughing emojis flood the phone. Jack pouted and tried to reach for it but you stepped away. “Why are you mean to me?” Jack hummed and took his flour covered hand and slapped your arse. Your dark dress is covered in it now. “Jack!” You called out. “Hmm, love it when you scream my name.” He winked at you and you couldn’t stop yourself from blushing.

Harlow’swhore Damn, she’s lucky! 69harlowjack I love this!! He really is so bad.

“Can’t believe you are calling me out like this.” Jack hummed and you softly placed the phone back down; still on live as he pulled you against his chest. “Someone has to.” You whispered up at him as he leaned in for a soft, chaste kiss that had your eyes fluttering. “Hmm, guess I’ll have to punish you later.” He whispered; but still loud enough for the fans still seeing all of this. “Or now?” You fluttered your lashes so innocently as you asked. His smirk was your only answer as he moved to finish the live. Those lips of his were soon on yours and he picked you up; your legs wrapped around his waist as he took you up stairs.The news of his relationship would be viral the next day and you both couldn’t be happier at it finally being out there.  

#request #jack harlow x reader

[suraibru]

The Walker Inheritance-Part 1

Piano

The gravel driveway leading up to Marzia’s house clicked and shuffled under Nisha's shoes. As many times as she’d been inside it still made Nin nervous. But before she could ring the bell a pink haired girl popped out. Her eyes were round with fluffy fake lashes framing the forest like hazel inside. “Heya Marz, you ready?” Nin held her hand as they walked back to the red SUV. “Girl, I've been ready since I got home. Is everyone there already?” Nin snickered. “Nah, you're the last one. I saved a seat in the back for us though.” the two girls giggled and ran up to the car door. The music inside as well as a guy’s voice rattled the SUV. Nisha slid open the door and climbed in over legs and fast food. As Marzie climbed in after Nisha, a chorus of mock Italian followed. “Ay Marzia! Da queen a da pop a music!” Kyo said from the front seat. Marzie laughed. “Ya’ll got me fucked up if u think that's what I sound like.” 

“You don't, but it's pretty damn close to your dad.”

As they pulled out of the driveway a girl with lava like orange hair peeked around the back seat and rested her chin on the headrest. “Made any new music Marzie?” Marzie buckled her seatbelt and looked up. “Well I'm working on one but I have most of the album done. I could send you the private link.” Nina, the redheaded girl’s eyes smiled. “Yes please, but don't send the unfinished one. I wanna hear the finished version.” 

Next to Nina were two others, a chinese boy with light blue hair and a japanese girl decked out in the finest gothic clothing hot topic could offer. The two kept their voices low, but you could still notice the giggles as they huddled over the girl’s phone. Kei’yn, the boy, was flush beneath his hand. Monoka, the girl, closed her phone when Nina butted in. “Aw, you like the comic.” 

“Uhh” kei trailed off. Nina smiled. “Don't be embarrassed.” Nina whispered. “I read it too.” 

Luka, the one who organized the outing, swerved around a corner too fast and sent those of his friends not wearing a seatbelt flying into each other. “Seat belt check!” 

“You dumbass we lost the undercarriage!” Kyo yelled. Luka looked out the rearview mirror at the sad plastic now laying in a ditch. “worth it,” he said with a smirk, followed by the sound of three clicks of a seatbelt. “Y'all know me well enough to wear it, I drive like a madman.”

“My dad is worse.” Kei said, looking out the window.

After about thirty minutes of driving deeper into the nearby forest, the iolite forest, they pull into a long gravel driveway. The atmosphere felt lighter, the sun was up around four o'clock in the sky, the grass was overgrown but looked freshly watered, it had been raining all week. Soon they pulled up to a house, a mansion. The garden was overgrown with rose bushes and magnolia leaves covering the ground and ivy creeping along the white concrete stairs. The house looked like it was part of a story, it felt like it was in a different world, a peaceful world. The only telling detail about how old it was, was a plaque as you entered. Walker Manor - 1902. 

“Holy fuck its big! I thought you said it's been abandoned for the last decade.” 

Luka corrected Kyo. “Last four decades. I didn’t even know it was mine until this year. I thought it was another family’s.” 

“The generational money is real dude.” Nisha said in awe. 

Luka held the key in the keyhole and twisted it, it needed a bit of force, but it clicked. “I present to you. Our new hangout.” Luka pushed open the door. A flood of still air rushed out as if it had been air locked. Before the group was a grand staircase, Luka pressed a bronze button that lit up the crystal chandelier that hung almost ten feet above their heads. 

“Why is there electricity?” Marzie said looking at the weird button. 

“Victorians had electricity too Marz, it was 1900, not 1760.'' Nisha said looking unimpressed. Marzie just nodded with a smile. “Oh.” 

“Ya, my dad had the power turned back on for us.” Luka said looking up.

Kei’yn walked along the walls looking at the art. “These paintings are amazing; they look like pictures. To think someone drew and painted them.” Luka followed Kei's gaze up to a picture of a blond man with piercing icy eyes. “Oh, that's my great granddad. He was a scientist. And my granddad told me he was weird as hell.” Luka lowered his voice “they also said he killed his wife and was never caught.” He laughed. “My dad said my granddad is crazy though, so probably just a bad joke.” Luka turned to the next picture. “That's her, my grandmother. She was a singer for James's opera house, that's how they met.” Kei smiled. “The artist did a good job, she's beautiful.”

“Nina, come look at what I found!” Nina and Monoka made their way over to the room Marzie was in. The room was filled with sewing materials, Shelves lined the walls stock with fabrics of all colors and patterns. In the center of the room was a large cutting table cluttered with thread, needles, and beads. Nina looked around excitedly and stopped. In front of the bay window was a desk with a sewing machine. “This is a 1998 singer!” Nina inspected the ornate sewing machine, gold letters read. For my lovely wife. Happy anniversary Jessica. Nina smiled. “I hope my future husband gets me a sewing room.” Nina said as she swooned. “It would be so romantic.” 

Monoka smirked at Marzie. “Nisha should get you a gold lettered microphone.” 

Marzie giggled. “I can do without the gold. I'm more of a silver girl. Gold doesn't look good with my skin. Plus, gold is basic in my opinion. I’d rather get a tarot card set of my favorite singers.” 

Monoka nodded. “Me too honestly.” 

After a while the group split up into pairs, Marzia and Nisha made their way to the ballroom, Kei and Monoka made their way up the stairs, Kyo and Nina ended up together by accident and Luka followed up the stairs to study. 

Marzie and Nisha walked down the halls. The red flowery wallpaper was peeling a bit, but it had not faded. The lighting was romantic, and the atmosphere was sweet. When the two girls finally found the ballroom, Nisha pressed another bronze-ish button and what seemed like hundreds of smokey pink lights shimmered to life. “It’s so pretty!” Marzie said. Her hazel eyes sparked under the soft light; Nisha couldn't resist. Nisha pulled her girlfriend into a kiss and held her hands. Marzia giggled. “You’re cute.” Nisha smiled and chuckled. “I'm like a foot and a half taller than you.”

Marzie rolled her eyes. “You can be both. Even if you are on top.”

Nisha blushed And kissed marzie’s forehead. “Listen-” 

Marzie pulled her to the center of the room and started dancing with her. “Marz, you know I can't dance.”

“ i can show you-”

They stopped. The room had become cold. And a sound. 

“Is that-Piano?” 

They girls hadn't noticed it before. it was soft, but it was strong. The notes felt sad.

They looked for the sound and saw a piano, it was black and covered only revealing the keys. But what made them stop was a shadowy man in a black tailcoat. The song had become haunting, was he a ghost, a trick of the light? 

“Hello?” Nisha called out.

She got a response, not the one she was expecting. 

The man started walking toward them. But the piano kept playing. It was deafening.

He had black hair and light eyes, he was pale, tall and looked angry.

“Get out.” 

#the walker inheritance #creative writing #writing #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #phycological horror #horror #ghosts #story #twi

[raspberrysmoon]

sooooo.. @rtcshipweeks kind of got away from me. twice. so instead of just a short little oneshot focused only on the ship/prompt- have my funny little version of day nine: favorite poly ship! of which i used polychoir :)

!noels relationship with the girls and savannah are strictly platonic! hes only dating mischa. i may have wrote him a bit more affectionate than i needed to but they almost died together let them live tbh - also i did sm research on flowers and ukrainian customs/etiquette for this. (whether used or not) almost everything was chosen for a reason :)

"noel, get it together, dude." noel shoved the flowers at her, rolling his eyes in response.

"literally just take them. i'm not going to be your messenger."

ocean huffed, crossing her arms. "your name is literally on them. we bought them together."

"okay, and? i already gave him a gift." he leaned down slightly, "just let yourself have this."

ocean felt herself blush slightly. "noel, you're being stupid. we aren't together, and hes never looked at me like that. its.. weird to give him a gift. especially on valentines."

noel groaned. "you're actually blind! genuinely, actually completely blind!"

"who's blind?"

"constance, my savior!" ocean bolted over, "honey~ please tell noel he's being stupid!"

constance hummed, walking over and taking the flowers. "these are mischas favorites. did you get these for him?" she met noels gaze, "i thought you already gave him a gift."

noel shook his head. "i pitched in a bit, but ocean picked them out and arranged them." he narrowed his eyes playfully at the girl, "shes the one thats supposed to give them to him."

constance giggled. "ocean, they're your gift. you don't have to have a reason to give him a valentines gift. i gave noel one!"

ocean sighed. "you and noel are friends- everyone gave noel a gift. that doesn't count."

"i sent talia a gift, too." constance beckoned her girlfriend over, wrapping an arm around her. "does that mean talia and i are together?"

"how do you know exactly why i don't want to give it to him?" ocean groaned, pressing her face into constances shoulder. "you're just nice. you've always been like that."

noel sighed dramatically, dropping heavily on the couch. "ocean, please just get over yourself. you managed to give savannah one last year, look where that got you!"

she shook her head aggressively, despite the heat flooding her face. "savannah gave me one first. they don't count." she narrowed her eyes, "why do you even get a say in this? why am i listening to you?"

constance laughed, passing the flowers to ocean quickly. "come on, oce, i'll go with you. you can hand them to him and we can say they're from all three of us."

ocean sighed, but she nodded nonetheless. noel cheered quietly, grabbing constances hand and starting to pull her. "come on, i wanna see his face!"

"i cannot believe i just agreed to this."

mischa was sitting in the park under a maple tree, talking with savannah. he was in a red silk shirt and black jeans, and savannah beside him was in a flowy pink dress.

valentines, ocean told herself bitterly. valentines makes people dress all funky. savannah didn't even like pink that much.

she glanced down at her own red sweater, suddenly self conscious. even next to noel and constance, she was so underdressed. the whole choir- even penny- looked so nice and ocean was in a red sweater and black jean shorts. something she wore regularly anyway.

noel grabbed her hand and she looked up at him. curse him and his platforms, they're the same height.

"ocean, i promise, you're going to be fine." he murmured, pulling her towards him. "he's going to love them, and he's going to that thing where he jumps around and grabs you all excited, and you'll be forced to jump with him."

ocean rolled her eyes. "i really don't know about this anymore noel. if i knew you were going to make me give them to him, i would never have helped you."

constance sighed from somewhere behind her. "ocean, come on. the sooner we do this, the sooner it'll be over."

constance, with her gentle voice and even gentler hands. with her pastel pink hair bows and white lace dress. with her deep pink lips, and bright-colored nails. the epitome of everything mischa adored.

she bit her lip, looking over to mischa and savannah sitting under that maple tree. they had a box sitting between them, open, and a starbucks cup full of what looked like a pink drink with some mystery foam on top. she made a mental note to stop by a starbucks later.

"fine."

noel grinned, quickly pushing his hair back and grabbing her hand. "mischa!"

the boy in question jumped, scrambling to grab the box and shove it under his jacket, as well as grabbing the starbucks cup and setting it on the other side of the tree.

savannah sighed, letting their face drop into their hands for a moment before signing, that was soooo smooth, misch.

mischa blushed, swatting at their hands quickly. he looked back at the three approaching with a smile. "hello poet!" he paused, eyebrows drawing together in confusion. "what are you hiding, ocean?"

"ohh, connie is it too late to back out?" she whispered quickly, "i don't know if i can do this."

constance laughed and nodded. "you can, i know it. just go.. shove them in his face. he'll understand."

oceans head snapped to face the other girl, eyes wide. "what!? are you kidding? that's a terrible idea!"

constance shrugged. "then come on. noel?" he nodded in response, resting a hand on oceans back.

they pushed her forward, following close behind.

"guys, what are you doing? why are you pushing me?" she stumbled, cursing under her breath. "I'm never going to help you again, noel. you are a terrible, awful man."

they stopped pushing right as she stood in front of mischa. "ocean has a present for you." noel said softly. "from the three of us."

he perked up slightly, meeting her eyes. "for reals?"

she felt the words die before they even reached her throat. she was going to say something originally. she had wanted to, at least, but she couldn't. instead, she held out the bouquet silently.

purple. his favorite color. the only thing breaking up the sea of violet shades was what babys breath placed around every few flowers, the pinkish tint of asters and the deep red of three roses settled in the middle. lilacs and violets, as well as purple hyacinth and chrysanthemums stared them in the face- tied with dark pink twine around the stems. they were bright and soft and full to brim with adoration. with affection.

mischas eyes widened almost cartoonishly, staring in shock at the sea of plants in front of him. savannahs eyes narrowed, then their jaw dropped. and i thought you were a nerd before, they signed quickly.

ocean had to stop herself from rolling her eyes, instead focusing on mischa. "i know you love purple," she whispered, "i thought it was fitting."

"oh my god," he breathed, standing quickly to get a better view. "they are.. gorgeous."

savannah made a clicking sound with their tongue and mischa jumped. "i have something for you!"

all three of them paused. "you.. what?" she felt her stomach twist with what she could only assume was fear.

he nodded, "i have something for you." he met her gaze, "a gift."

she blinked at him while he turned and dug under his jacket for a small teal box. he held it out to her with a nervous smile. she stared at it for a second before- "for me?"

mischa nodded. "would be wrong to not give you something."

distantly, she felt noel and constance move away from her and start talking quietly to savannah, who was clearly in on this, the little rat. mischa bit his lip, shifting his weight back and forth anxiously.

"here," she murmured, holding the flowers out to him, "we can trade."

he nodded, passing her the box and taking the flowers. he stared at them for a moment with wide eyes and pink cheeks, before looking to her. "open it." he urged, nodding to the box now settled carefully in her hands.

the last gift anyone had given her was christmas, and nothing was wrapped as delicately as the little thing. a shiny silver ribbon was wrapped around the top, with a bow tied in the middle. her name was written on a tag attached to the ribbon, in big, swooping cursive that she wasn't sure was even mischas writing.

she pulled the top off gently, careful not to dislodge the ribbon too much. she glanced up at mischa, who was watching her with a tense gaze.

she moved the top, and couldn't catch the gasp soon enough. it was like she couldn't breathe.

sitting in deep orange satin was a silver necklace, with a pressed sunflower petal set in a resin cylinder settled pretty in the center.

it matched everyone elses'. she glanced at noel, with his earrings, and constance with her velvet choker and teardrop pendant, and savannah with her bracelet. she thought of talia, with her gorgeous ring and penny with her anklet.

one petal for each of my loves, she remembered him writing one day. seven petals from one flower.

at the time, she wasn't sure why he said seven. he had only given four, and including his own, that only made five. that was before her and penny.

she looked back to mischa. "are you.. serious?" she asked softly.

he nodded. "seven petals." he murmured. "may i put it on you?"

she nodded shakily, and he lifted the silver chain from the box. he unclipped it, moving behind her slowly. she moved her hair to the side, with a trembling hand, and she met noels gaze.

the little shit was grinning. she narrowed her eyes at him and his smile got wider.

mischa rested the pendant against her neck lightly, and re-connected it, letting the chain come to rest against the nape of her neck.

it sat right below her collar bone, and was cool when she came up to rest her fingers against it.

"do you like it?" mischa whispered in her ear. "savannah helped me measure how long to make the chain."

ocean felt her breath leave her lungs in one fell swoop and she nodded quickly, turning and pulling the boy into a hug.

"does this mean you're mine?" she breathed. his grip tightened around her.

"i am. and you are mine." he whispered back.

she hummed, pulling away and meeting his eyes. "good."

savannah snapped their fingers, and upon all eyes being turned to them signed; i just want you to know that i planned this entire thing. they grinned. you're welcome.

noel scoffed. "i planned the flowers, thank you. you just got us all in the right place at the right time."

constance giggled, walking over and wrapping her arms around ocean and mischa. "we figured we would speed up the 'awkward miscommunication phase.'" she leaned into mischa as he rested his chin on her head. "seeing you two flounder around each other was adorably painful to watch."

ocean rolled her eyes. "i'm sorry, i'm just sooooo oblivious." it started sarcastic, but quickly turned into a playful snap.

savannah hummed, pushing themself onto their feet and holding out a starbucks cup with her name on it. the one from earlier.

she took it carefully, and mischa leaned down again. "pink drink with chocolate foam." he murmured, "you said you liked it last year."

she felt her heart flutter. "i only ever told penny that." she responded softly. "did she tell you?"

mischa hummed. "i texted everyone. asked what you liked to drink, penny responded. said you loved it."

"i do," she breathed. "i was so sad when they took it off the menu. it made it so hard to get one."

"we all pitched in a bit to get it." noel came over, setting a hand on constances back. "its from all of us. penny would've been here, but ezra had some sort of medical emergency. she mentioned cars."

ocean paused. "did he.. get hit, or something?" noel shrugged.

"with that kid, who knows. i worry about penny going gray sometimes, honestly." that pulled a laugh out of her.

"drink up." constance urged softly, "we have a picnic to start."

ocean blinked. "a picnic?"

savannah nodded solemnly. my doing, of course. ocean giggled again, and nodded back.

penny arrived 20 minutes later, and ocean got to relax into a pile of the people she loved. she got to hold constances hand, and lay her head in savannahs lap as they braid her hair, and let mischa lay on her chest as he sleeps.

even if none of them really got to relax much as noel and penny started their seemingly daily debate, it was perfect.

#ride the cyclone #rtc #rtc ship weeks #ricky potts #jane doe #penny lamb #constance blackwood #noel gruber #ocean o’connell rosenberg #ocean rtc #noel rtc #mischa bachinski #polychoir #with accidental focus on ocsha #mischa rtc #constance rtc #ricky rtc #savannah potts #transfem ricky

[formerlyasprite]

==> Follow Futurekat's advice.

> You take the initiative. A deep, shaking breath gets you out of your bed. Even shakier hands hands slide off pyjamas to change into more suitable clothes. A white baseball tee with orange shoulders and some baggy sweatpants.

> Anxiety works it's way into your throat, unhelpful thoughts flooding your brain. You step onto the transportaliser nonetheless, the flash temporarily blinding you as you're sent to Earth C.

> You're once again thankful for your shades, the sudden light burning just a bit less than they would have without them. You step off, surrounded by familiar parkland. Trolls and humans alike walk around you, some eyeing you off and whispering to their friends.

> For the first time in a long time you power up your iShades. Dirk's pesterchum glows a similar shade of orange as yours in front of your eyes. You shoot a quick message off.

TG: hey im in the area. i was wondering if we could talk.

TT: Sure dude. Give me five, we can meet at the cafe near the Troll Kingdom library.

TG: thanks. see you then.

> You power your shades off and walk at a brisk pace to said library, stomach churning and threatening to bring up the contents of your earlier snacking.

> When you arrive he's already sitting for you, a soft smile on his face. He's ordered a drink for himself - and surprisingly, for you. When you sit and take an awkward sip. You assume from the taste he ordered whatever he'd order for Dave. And unfortunately you're thankful - your tastebuds are still the same.

> You slowly spill the metaphorical beans, voice barely above a whisper. He's heard this conversation already - albeit in a much more detached way. You pick your words carefully, at every instance your body holds you at knife point with the pinpricks of tears. He's calm the whole time.

> "I've been waiting for you to message me to do this, dude." He says in a light hearted voice. Some of your anxiety lifts, but the tears finally drip. A flush of embarrassment colours your cheeks. "I figured you needed more time. The other's told me what you went through. They wanted to reach out as well but kinda... figured you weren't ready either. You were here for a year before going pretty much no contact with everyone and goin' to Alternia,"

> The tears continue to fall, a small sob slipping through. "We want you here, dude. The other sprites wanna talk to you, 'specially Jasprose. I think they miss having a brother."

> You groan and laugh wetly, flush spreading further. Your embarrassment makes your words shaky as you talk, "You mean I've been stressing over relatively jack? Goddamn. Embarrassing behaviour." Dirk gently pap's your arm, smile turning into a smirk.

> You spend an hour with him, slowly drinking your coffee and joking about a variety of topics. He gives you hug before you head back.

> You strip back when you get home, slipping back into pyjamas. You shove your shades to the side and bury your face into your pillow, the waterworks starting up again.

> After about 10 minutes you calm down and roll onto your back and open your phone up

#ic #offline actions #dothemindything

[moderator-monnie]

The Husk And The Cannibal

I got a little inspired by @sonicexelle-junkary​ latest story to write something of my own I haven’t written a story in awhile so I hope it’s alright not sure how accurate this will be. 

But I did wanna write a scenario on how i think it might be for Slammer Sonic to meet Hungry Hero Sonic like in this photo here sorry if my grammar/punctuation isn’t the best I don’t have Grammarly like I used to. 

Enjoy! be sure to tell me your thoughts 

It was a regular day in green hill zone like any other Hero was currently ontop of one of the loop de loop hills having a meal to himself which was a medium rare steak made from questionable meat and some chillie cheese fries.

“Ah nothing like sitting down with a hot meal and watching the sunset”

It was peaceful until suddenly screams could be heard in the distance Hero of course had grown used to screams but he wasn’t the reason of them so he had to investigate the source which annoyed him he packed up his meal and stretched.

Looking down from ontop of the hill he looked around trying to find the source he could briefly see in the far off distance what looked like another hedgehog based on the quills and a deer mobian on the ground he didn’t recognize either of them but he decided to run down and see what was up. 

Slammer had found himself in another world after messing with the files of the pc he was in this world was much like the one he had previously been in of course being sent to a new world weakened him a little so he needed a quick boost of energy.

And luckily for the virus they had stumbled into a couple on a walk together so using what energy they had they took on their disguise form and began to loudly cough and stumble towards them falling down in-between them both.

“O-Oh dear gosh Sonic what happened? you look horrible!” The deer mobian said and the Buck mobian grabbed him and helped him to his feet one of the Slammer worms sliding it’s way into the deer’s phone. 

“Here dude come on hun call the hospital will you?” *sonic* she nodded and prepared to pick up her phone wondering why it was slightly slimey but too much in a rush to worry about it and started to dial the number. 

Now close enough to the buck smiled and grabbed onto his head quickly snapped his neck and looked over at the deer. 

She began to scream just as she dropped her phone it exploded due to the worm and managed to injure her enough to where she couldn’t run away.

Slammer began to softly laugh and groan loudly their whole body shaking and making cracking and croaking noises before looking down at the buck their mouth unhinging and slightly over a gallon’s worth of worms erupted from their mouth covering the Buck flooding his ears, mouth, nose and eyes.

The worms rapidly ate their way thru him and laying eggs inside and while this happened Slammer’s head cracked and turned the other direction paying attention to the deer who was trying to crawl away he walked towards her and stepped on her chest where she screamed for help.

By this time Hero made his way down and looked a bit suprised to see a sickly gross hedgehog that looked alot like himself and almost gagged seeing the corpse of the buck. 

“Come on dude don’t you know you shouldn’t play with your food?” He prepared a spindash and spun right into Slammer sending him flying to the ground and turned his gaze towards the deer girl who already had some worms on her wiggling their way inside.

He shook his head and sighed even with his speed he couldn’t get her to a hospital in time to get thoes removed not to mention it looked like she was paralyzed by these strange bugs. 

Not to mention he’d still need run back intime to confront this double of himself “Sorry ma’am I would have loved to MEAT you but got more important things right now.”

She meanwhile was crying her whole body numb unable to move much besides twitching Hero quickly broke her neck since it would be the most quick.

Slammer was on the ground currently rebooting as this happened transforming into his true form no longer disguised a gentle whine coming from him and the sounds of a computer rebooting could be heard from them.

His chest eye had a large blue screen on it and the empty eye sockets on his face glowing green he did his best to get up and look over at the other sonic his voice was shaky and raspy.

“P-Please I've already seen my entire world fall to this monster you’ve go... got to kill us both before he could spread to your world as well!”

Hero looked at the other curiously it was clear that this was indeed another version of him honestly almost felt pity but was disgusted by the sight of him even a little uncomfortable wondering why or even how he was taller then himself.

“Jeez and I thought I had a pretty face but looking at you makes me question that ... Guessing your the actual sonic while that other thing was something else based on what you just told me.” 

He tapped his foot to the ground for a moment to think. 

“QUICKLY HURRY I-I CAN’T CON...” and not before long the sounds of a window’s 98 computer rebooting could be heard the green glow from the eye sockets could be seen disappearing and the black eye with the red pupil appeared in the middle of his stomach. 

Hero chuckled “looks like Jekyll gone and all that’s left is Mr. Hyde ha” 

A more serious expression came to his face after his little joke “look I don’t know what you want but your not exactly welcome here theirs only room for one *HERO* around here got that? I ain’t sharing my food” he did keep his distance though not wanting to catch whatever this thing had. 

Slammer’s chest eye blinked slowly processing what Hero had said and looking around his surroundings to the virus's calculations perhaps this was another virus like them ? 

he did mention food he might not have looked like them but perhaps he had mastered his disguise without killing the host they didn’t have enough processing power to prove otherwise currently.

So for right now they just assumed they were another Slammer copy they did make copies of themselves so it was within the realms of possibility's though they were annoyed another copy of themself chose Sonic as their host.

“... M..M...MMM My ... apologizes I was not aware we had already spread to this world please continue with our assimilation of this world and gather all the data I will .... Make my leave feel free to use these two bodies to gather your power faster”

Hero raised his eyebrow this thing thought that he was another one of them? well perhaps that was for the best nothing on that other hedgehog looked edible so it wouldn’t be worth killing them. 

Plus if this thing just left he wouldn’t need to fight them he decided to go along with it for now 

“Uhh yeah this world’s already under our control we’re just taking our time consuming it’s uh code?” 

He didn’t understand what this thing meant by data of course but he had to be at least somewhat convincing though this was no computer program this was his world.

Slammer slowly nodded before turning around and opening a portal to exit the game “... Must gain more strength and power will look elsewhere restimulate with us at a later date fellow Slammer” 

and just as fast as they were their they walked thru the portal and disappeared.

Hero wiped the sweat from his head. 

“Whew that was a close one thing might have looked weak but if it’s controlling another version of myself I wouldn’t wanna fight it unless I have to” 

He looked at the two worm ridden corpses and groaned “Ugh gonna have to get rid of these shame I can’t use their meat now hmm should bring some of these worms to miles they seem ... Electronic 

so maybe he could study them and if this thing returns we can be ready to fight it he’s smart enough to discover it’s weakness I am sure of it”

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic.exe #sonic.exe au #Slammer Sonic #HungryHero.EXE #Short Story #what if story #meeting of the two exes #tw: blood #tw: gore #tw: worms #background character death

[wrenhavenriver]

Reading about your garage reminds me of when my apt flooded; my brother went to take a shower that night and the faucet just blew off and started violently spraying water and it began to spill into the living room. Maintenance never answered the phone because they had strict rules about only answering messages and not just PICKING UP A PHONECALL. We had to call the fire department who ended up breaking into the room that controlled all the water in the building. The water dripped into our downstairs neighbour's apt through our floor too. The Maintenance never showed up until the fire department had already started mopping up. The apt comped us a cleaner but it was so early in the morning we couldn't go back to sleep or we'd miss the cleaner. Didn't end up getting any sleep until noon that following day.

godddd, that sounds horrific, plumbing disasters really are catastrophic, especially when the people who are supposed to help won't answer the phone!!!!! all things considered we were really lucky, we called three supposedly 24/hour emergency services - the first two of which went "best we can do is 8 am, boss," which kind of defeats the point of a 24 hour line - but the third sent out just the Nicest Dude Possible within like an hour and he was able to crawl around in the snow in the dark to find our sewer cleanout and snake the drain. still was like 5 am by the time it was all done, though.

luckily the only backup inside the house proper was in one shower, and we were able to sweep the worst of the water from the garage out the driveway. we've decided to call a sanitizing service for the garage after all tho because even though there wasn't any visible sewage it definitely didn't smell like potable water and we have a lot of boxes 'n stuff in there that we're like "......is this okay" about :/ which is gonna be really fucken expensive but again!! what can ya do!!

#my dad who passed away a couple years ago was a plumber and if there's an afterlife we just know he's laughing from it #one of the things he always told us was that if there's a clog call a rooting service specifically not just a general plumber #because they'll have the best equipment and the most experience getting rid of bad clogs without damaging your pipes #and by god that's what we did #asks #anonymous #unsanitary //

[weministertomonsters]

Seafood pt3 - faults and forces

(Fifty-six years later)

"I hate this fucking thing in my ear," Ayde growls, twisting the communicator against his ear as he tries to find a comfortable angle for it.

"Better than going in deaf," I reply, double-checking my ammo.

"Think those things can climb?" Jung Han asks, staring at the tops of the shipping containers surrounding us.

"Nah, they don't have enough grip on smooth surfaces," Ayde says. "But rest assured, if we do end up in a bad spot, we'll offer you up first, since you're the meatiest."

"Well, at least I don't look like I'm about to keel over like Chloe," Jung Han says defensively.

"I told you she can't help it! It's a condition. Unlike you," Ayde retorts.

"Can you two stop?" I sigh. "And don't bring me into it. I just want to get this job done quickly."

"Is it a DOA job?" Ayde asks.

"So you weren't listening during breakfast," Jung Han says triumphantly. "Too busy daydreaming about the girl you were railing last night?"

"Speak for yourself, your head was so far down in your bowl that the cereal was probably talking to you," Ayde snorts.

"I'm gonna shoot you both," I finally announce.

"Chill, sugartits," Ayde says, rolling his eyes.

"Simp," Han snorts and Ayde draws his fist back.

"I'm gonna knead you like pizza dough, you privileged motherfucker," he snarls.

"Try it," Han says and then thinks better of it. "Dude, I was joking anyway."

"Attention, rookies!" General Sotto's voice booming into our communicators is a welcome distraction despite how loud his voice is. "As you hopefully recall, this is a DOA job, we want this specimen brought in dead or alive. Bonus points if it's alive, of course, but don't spare the extra bullets should it cause you trouble. You know where to shoot."

"Yessir," Ayde says. "Permission to move in?"

"Good luck," General Sotto replies before we were met with silence.

"Ugh," Ayde says as he looks at the abandoned warehouse, summing up our reluctance to go in there.

Just a day ago, it had been flooded more than knee-high with water. A scrub team came in a couple of hours ago and netted and fenced the entire area before pumping it. Now there's nothing left but algae-covered trash and somewhere in the warehouse, a swampfish that we've been sent to bring in.

After a boom in their species and their subsequent discovery, the Cleaning Department had been created for the Swamp Sector alone so that the land could be declared safe and reclaimed for habitation.  My grandmother calls the department "glorified fishermen". She was disappointed when I decided to join the Cleaning Department as a hunter.

"Why do we always get the shit jobs?" Ayde grumbles as we let ourselves in through the netting and approach the warehouse, doing our best to stay quiet.

Algae squelches under my foot and I fight the urge to pause and scrape it off.

"All rookies go through this, "Jung Han reminds him.

"Well, General Sotto got that gnarly injury from his time as a rookie," Ayde muses. "Rookie position is the time where it's easy to slip up and get yourself killed."

"Hey, you know the thing about getting caught by those creatures?"Jung Han asks slyly, and I roll my eyes, already knowing where he's going with this.

"If you're lucky, the swampfish will decide to use you as an incubator for its eggs. Especially during the breeding season."

"Which is all the fucking time," Ayde reminds him cheerfully as we step into the dim warehouse, keeping our rifles ready. "Better clench your butthole, princess."

"Idiot," Jung Han hisses.

"Hey Chloe," Ayde says. "You know swampfish are more likely to go for the women first, right?   Can't blame them though, who wouldn't want to stick their dick in a wet warm pussy."

"You're both gross," I say flatly. "We'd better spread out a little and see if we can spot the swampfish before it sees us."

"Fine. I'll go east," Ayde says.

Han sidles north, so I take the west, stepping over slimy crates and broken bits of wood. There's the clink of a can and Ayde curses softly through the communicators.

"Well, it looks clear on my end," he says.

I reach the corner and turn, peering into the semi-darkness. There are no signs of a white or grey scaly body, nor is there any telltale slime.

"No sign here either," I reply. "Jung Han?"

"Oh shit!" He exclaims, and at the far end of the warehouse, there's a massive crash and agitated screeching.

"Oh shit, I found it!" Jung Han sputters, and I can hear him running. "I can't get a clear shot!" He yelled. "Guys!"

"Hold on," Ayde says.

"Try and stall, buy us some time to get to you," I instruct.

"And calm the fuck down, you sound like a cat in labor," Ayde adds.

"It's not funny. This thing is straight out of a nightmare. I've never seen one so close up! Fuck,  and what are those?!"

I jog around a stack of rotting wood and spot Jung Han but I can't see the creature from where I am.

"Ayde, where are you?" I murmur and peer around. "I'm not in a good position."

"Northeast, above you," Ayde says.

I look up. I have no clue how he made it up onto the walkway so quickly and silently, but he's kneeling there, with an excellent shot.

"Take it down," I murmur, keeping my gun ready just in case we need backup. "Two shots to the head should be enough. Don't waste bullets."

"Give it a second," Ayde says.

"What the fuck, Ayde," Jung Han says furiously. "You're playing around like this? If I raise my gun it's going to get me. I'm far too close."

"Stop messing around, Ayde," I sigh.

"You shoot it. You have a clear angle from where you are. Why are you choking?" Ayde replies.

"Am not!" I snap.

"Guys," Jung Han groans, standing tensely as he faces off with the swampfish.

The swampfish coils its tail, just about ready to leap at him. I can't guarantee that Ayde will shoot, so I raise my gun and squeeze the trigger twice. Two red holes appear in its skull, and it keels over with a gurgle. Ayde scrambles down from the walkway and I trudge over. Horrifyingly, it isn't dead yet and it's trying to crawl away from us on its back like a snake whose head has been chopped off but the body still squirms. Mush from its brain smears on the floor. Swampfish don't generate slime from their upper halves, so they have to rub it on themselves to keep their skin from drying out on land. This one is freshly coated, as slippery as a bar of soap.

"Sick," Ayde says. "Are those tits?"

We stand there and look at it. With its pale, vulnerable belly upturned we can see the smooth, glossy muscles rippling under its skin. Three pink teats run from its chest to just a few inches above the hipbones, softly swollen.

"It's nursing," I say as the realization dawns on me. "We have to look for the litter."

Before I can spur us into looking for it, the swampfish, confused and bleeding out, leads us right over to the nest it has made under some sheets of rotting wood leaning against the wall. The nest is made of rotting leaves and moist bits of algae and some old t-shirts. Three pups squirm in there, their tiny tails winding together.

"Sickkk," Ayde says even more enthusiastically. "This means bonus points for sure."

He tromps past the dying swampfish, kicking it as it tries to grab his ankle.

"Fucking fish," he says.

The swampfish moans and then sinks face-down on the floor with a sigh, finally dead. I swallow hard. Ayde laughs and I tear my gaze away.

He's holding one of the pups upside down, staring at its wet, floundering hands which are still mostly webs and nubby fingers at this point.

"It's like a snake and a fish and a human merged into one," he says. "They're disgusting."

"We bring those alive," I mutter. "Swampfish pups are worth a fortune in the cage industry."

"You know..." Ayde licks his lips. "We don't have to tell anyone about this."

"Are you suggesting we sell them ourselves for a quick buck down in The Cages?" Han asked. "Man, I like your brain sometimes."

"Well-" I hesitate and they both turn to look at me.

"Come on, Chloe. Be a sport," Ayde says. "You'll get a cut of the money and they're gonna be sold anyway."

I look at the squirming thing he's holding and bite my lip. I know I could use the money. Hell, we all could.

"Fine," I mumble.

"Cool. Now, is there a sack or something we can carry these things in? This one is already trying to bite me," Ayde says. "We'll strap up the big one afterward and call it in."

I feel a strong sense of shame as we cram our looted pups into the first dirty sack we find, but there's nothing I can do about it. This is how the world is now.

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#exophilia #terato #monster lover #monster fucker #monster #merfolk #merman #mermaid #dystopian #surreal

[obitohno]

dude your self reblogs can’t be filtered off of the dash because of the hearts in the tag

i don’t want to unfollow and im trying not to be rude but come on now

hi, at this rate, i would rather you just unfollow? you’ve been flooding my inbox about this for days—which is rude in itself—and tbh, reading them is starting to make me feel like shit

a lot of writers/artists reblog their content to boost views. yes, i do this daily—as do many other people—but it’s usually once or twice a day. my dash is also ‘clogged’, as you put it, by people reblogging, but it really isn’t hard to just ignore n scroll?

i answered the other ask that you sent, bc i felt bad the first time you sent it. i already explained that i didn’t want to bother with a tag bc i usually delete my reblogs after a few hours. but after you kept sending asks, i decided to make one, n somehow it’s still not good enough for you. one, i shouldn’t have to feel pressured into making a tag to suit you, and two, i’ve seen plenty of other blogs using emoticons in their tags. if the hearts don’t allow you to block the tag, then i’m sorry, but i’ve had enough of you spamming me about this, n i would rather you just unfollow, bc despite you saying that you don’t want to be rude, you have been, and i would rather not be made to feel like crap, thanks.

[thelonesomequeen]

I think you like to pick and choose because you have picked a side.

Dude, I’ve sent in asks which have had NOTHING to do with this latest poop show and didn’t have my ask answered. It’s because they get a ton of asks or sometimes tumblr eats them. It’s not a huge conspiracy.

There are times we literally get flooded with asks. Sometimes there are things we intended to answer and then the subject kind of shifts on the page or it’s buried and I can’t find it. A few people sent asks about books and shows I’ve wanted to get to, but I have to do so much scrolling to even FIND them in the inbox. There are days literally hundreds of asks come in, and yes, there are times tumblr eats them too. We’ll get people who will come back and say “hey did you get my ask about this?” and we didn’t so we ask them to resubmit. It happens.

Are there times we don’t answer asks? Yes. And we’ve explained why. Blind accusations with no proof, harassment/derogatory language, or if an ask is literally identical to another we’ve already answered, and sometimes we just get too just to respond here. This specific situation didn’t fall into those categories though. We just needed to be given time.

An anon sent in an ask and because it wasn’t answered in 15 minutes they decided to go and drag us on another blog. Then they dragged us again when an hour went by when it still wasn’t answered. It has nothing to do with not wanting to answer asks, and everything to do with the fact we have lives outside of the blog. In that “time frame” I stopped answering asks today, I finished up my work, made my 45 minute commute home, had to stop at a store for groceries for a pot luck at work tomorrow, had to stop to pick up a new prescription antibiotic because I’ve been sick for 3 months straight (I’m not even joking) and I’m not getting any better, and then came home and had to get dinner in the oven so we could eat at a decent time.

So what does this person want me to do and say? Ignore life responsibilities to sit and gossip all day long when they simply could have waited a few hours until I had the time to properly respond? When we say some people need to go out and touch grass, this is what we mean. We have other responsibilities. We love being at this blog, but our lives don’t revolve around it 24/7 🦎

[jazwritesalot]

Of Ink-Dipped Petals and Tattooed Hearts

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou/Bakugou Katsuki, KiriBaku Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia, My Hero Academia Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 3.419 Tags: Alternate Universe- No Quirks, Alternate Universe- Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor, Bakugou Katsuki is bad at feelings, Misunderstandings, Tattoo Artist Bakugou, Florist Kirishima, Valentine's Day, Fluff, Background ShinKamiTetsu, Confessions, First Kiss, Flower Language

Link to AO3

Written for the Cinnamon Candy KiriBaku Gift Exchange 2022 on Twitter

Summary: Valentine's Day has never been one of Kirishima's favorite holidays. It was the busiest day of the year for him at Riot's Roses. But will a certain explosive blond at the tattoo parlor across the street change his mind?

Kirishima loathed Valentine’s Day. Don’t get him wrong—it’s a great day for the shop, what with all the orders placed and the opportunity to test his skills at beautiful creations—but it’s also a constant reminder of how painfully single he is. All day long he had been breaking his back with his arrangements, making sure to take meticulous care of each and every flower and emphasizing at least five times to Kaminari the importance of making sure the vases stayed upright during delivery. TetsuTetsu took care of the customers at the register who were filing in at the last minute to find something affordable yet conveyed the love they had for their partners. He was happy for every single person who walked through his doors, his best bros included, but it wasn’t enough to fight off the bitter longing that was slowly creeping into his very being. It didn’t help that he was looking directly across the street into the windows of Welder’s, Bakugou working diligently as people flooded the doors for the flash sale they were holding for the holiday. He briefly wondered if Bakugou was just as annoyed as he was, but quickly pushed that thought away. Thinking about Bakugou was dangerous territory as it was, but if there was a possibility that he was actually excited about today? Well, that would break Kirishima’s already fragile heart. Still, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking back to their first conversation nearly a year ago, his heart already picking up the pace. 

It was another relatively boring day at Riot’s Roses. Sales had been slow for the day, and since they were a few hours away from closing, he had gone ahead and sent both Kaminari and TetsuTetsu home. He could most definitely handle the last-minute customers by himself. It also gave him the opportunity to stare out the window and daydream as he pruned the arrangements. His eyes strayed to the windows of Welder’s, the tattoo shop that Tetsu’s friend Awase ran. He was a cool dude, for sure, and Kirishima definitely appreciated the work he did. But, Awase was not the reason his eyes were drawn to the shop. No, instead it was the gorgeous blond who was now occupying the chair by the main window. He started working for Awase a couple months ago, and Kirishima had been smitten ever since he laid eyes on the man covered in tattoos and piercings. The man who was currently walking across the street toward Riot’s Roses. Oh shit. Why was he heading this way? Did Kirishima look alright? Wait? Why did that matter? Oh god—what if he saw Kirishima staring and was coming over to give him a piece of his mind? The bell tinkling as the door opened filled the emptiness of the store, though Kirishima was sure that Hot Tattoo Guy could hear his heart beating rapidly. 

“W-Welcome to Riot’s Roses! How may I help you?” he asked, cringing internally at the crack in his voice. Way to show off his nerves to the hot guy who was currently standing in his shop, looking around at the different arrangements like he was completely out of his element. At Kirishima’s announcement, he straightened up, abandoning the table of roses to come face-to-face with Kirishima. 

“How do you say ‘I love you and miss you’ with flowers without using roses?” he asked, voice clipped and gruff and sending a shiver down Kirishima’s spine. He was so taken in with the gorgeous slope of the other man’s nose and admiring the metal that detailed his face that the question flew over his head. It wasn’t until a pale brow arched and a snarl took refuge on his face that Kirishima realized he never answered the man. 

“Sorry about that, man! Spaced out a bit. What was the question again?” Crimson eyes rolled in disgust at the response. 

“How do you say ‘I love you and miss you’ without using roses? Don’t make me repeat myself again, Shitty Hair,” he growled out. Kirishima gulped, trying to tamp down the growing disappointment at the question because of coursethe gorgeous guy would be in a relationship. Besides, who was he kidding thinking he had a chance with the mystery stranger anyway?

“If you’re wanting to avoid roses, a couple of flowers that also convey the same meaning of love are red carnations and chrysanthemums,” Kirishima explained, leading the other man over to the displays for these particular flowers to emphasize his point. “Trying to make it up to your girlfriend or something?” he ventured to ask, glancing at the man out of the corner of his eye. 

“My girlfriend? Ha!” he barked out a laugh, gripping the display table and wiping away a tear from his eye. “I don’t got time for dating right now. Too busy with the business. Besides,” the man said, eyeing the redhead up and down, “girls really aren’t my type.” Kirishima felt his face warm exponentially and he was sure it rivaled the color of his hair. The shit-eating grin that the other man had on his face confirmed his suspicions. 

“R-right,” Kirishima laughed awkwardly, turning his focus to the flowers. “So why the interest in flowers then, if they’re not for a partner?” There—that should be a safe enough question that won’t lead to further embarrassment, right?

“Work,” he scoffed, fingertips reaching out to lightly caress the petals of the carnations. “Got a client who’s being a pain in my ass. He wants me to create a memorial piece but keeps rejecting each draft. Says it’s not capturing the ‘pizzaz’ that he’s looking for.”

“Is the entire piece flowers? Or are there other elements the client’s wanting to incorporate?” Kirishima asked, mind switching gears to the more sentimental flowers he had in the shop. 

“Nah, it’s not just flowers. Client wants to include their cat, some clouds, and goggles. That part he’s approved of—it’s just the damn flowers that’s tripping me up.” 

“If you’re wanting to go for honoring a loved one, I’d suggest instead of using red carnations a mix of pink and white. That way you’ve got remembrance mixed in with that pure love. They would also pair well with the red mums like these,” he gestures to the potted plant, the petals a vibrant red, “which also symbolize love.” The blond hummed, fishing his phone from his pocket to snap a couple pictures of the aforementioned buds. 

“Hmmm, this is good, but I feel like it’s still missing something,” he frowned, tapping on an image before shoving his phone in Kirishima’s face. He suppressed a chuckle at the large ‘DYNAMIGHT’ watermark stretched across the image, but otherwise found himself stunned at the portrait. The cat was drawn realistically, the goggles hanging from its neck as its head reached toward the sky, nose pressed against a wispy cloud. He could see where the carnations and mums would sit, but he found himself agreeing with Dynamight that there was something the design was lacking. His eyes scanned the shop before settling on what he deemed would be the perfect addition.

“I think you should include some of these beauties,” Kirishima said, leading them toward the planter of gladioli. “A gladiolus is used as a flower of honor to those who have passed. Based on the design, I’d suggest using yellow to symbolize compassion.” Dynamight’s eyes lit up in excitement, the final piece of the puzzle clicking into place as he took in the majestic blossom. 

“You’re a genius, Shitty Hair!” The manic grin stretching across his face was just too cute. 

“I don’t know why you keep calling me ‘Shitty Hair’ when our hair is nearly the same,” Kirishima laughed as they walked toward the front of the shop, which earned him an affronted ‘tch’ from the blond. “Besides, I have a name, you know. Kirishima Eijirou, nice to meet ya!” he smiled, offering his hand for the other to shake. He gave Kirishima another spine-tingling once over, studded tongue peeking out to lick over his upper teeth before gripping his hand firmly. 

“Bakugou Katsuki. And don’t you dare forget it.”

He still got chills thinking about that killer smile and the tight grip he had on both his hand and heart. That day sparked what Kirishima would consider the beginning of a wonderful friendship—later that week, Bakugou stopped by the shop again, inviting Kirishima out to dinner with him as a thank you for helping him ‘get his ass in gear before he lost a client.’ From that night on, it was commonplace for Bakugou to stop by the shop a couple times a week, checking out the flowers and quizzing Kirishima on the meanings of the different babies. Kirishima ate it up, enjoying any time that Bakugou was willing to give him, even if it earned him a bunch of teasing remarks from Kaminari. Tetsu was sympathetic at least, only giving him flack in the comfort of their shared apartment. 

“Oh Eijirou!~” Kaminari sing-songed as he came in from his latest delivery and Kirishima had to bite back a groan. God, he really hoped that Denki wasn’t about to tell him he ruined a bouquet. 

“What’s up, Denks?” he asked, wiping the sweat from his brow after tying a bow around the latest vase he was putting together. 

“Well, as you’re very well aware, it’s Valentine’s Day,” he started and was met with a deadpan stare from Kirishima. “And you’re like, the best bro a bro could ever ask for, you know?”

“Denki, please get to the point,” he sighed, looking at the clock. There was only an hour left before he closed up shop, and his feet were aching for that sweet release. 

“Well, you see, ‘Toshi surprised T and me with getting leave for this weekend, so he’s currently at my apartment waiting for the two of us to get off work. And since you’re the best bro in the whole wide world, is it possible for us to bounce early? Pretty please?” he asked, arming himself with his signature pout and puppy dog eyes, which were Kirishima’s biggest weaknesses when it came to the smaller man. 

“Really Denks? You’re killing me,” he groaned. 

“Please man? You know I wouldn’t ask normally, but it’s rare for him to get leave like this. And I made sure to get all the deliveries doneand I swept the back room up between orders! So please?” Kirishima looked past Kaminari toward the clock, weighing if he could really afford to send his only help home early on their busiest day of the year. Tetsu was quiet, as usual, but his face was tinted pink, something that only happened when either Denki was being overly flirtatious in public or Shinsou was involved. He wasn’t entirely sure how their dynamic worked out, especially with Shinsou gone for long periods of time with his undercover work, but he could tell they were all a good fit for one another, and it wouldn’t be very manly of him to stand in the way of their precious time together. 

“Sure, you lovebirds go ahead and get on out of here. Tell Shinsou I say hi,” he grinned, bracing himself for the loud squeal and body slam that was Kaminari Denki expressing his gratitude. 

“Thanks bro. It really means a lot,” Tetsu grinned, putting his apron on the hook before corralling his energetic partner. 

“Not a problem, man. I know you’d do the same for me if it ever came down to it!”

“You’re damn right I would. Hope it goes by quickly.” Kaminari was already out the back door, hopping into the driver’s seat as Tetsu followed closely. “Oh Ei? Maybe it’s time to take that leap, yeah?” he asked over his shoulder before waving goodbye, shutting the door behind him. Kirishima chuckled to himself, knowing that his bro was right. He turned his attention back to pre-closing the shop so that once the clock hit 1800, he’d be able to lock up and leave. He was so preoccupied with his tasks that the bell above the door chiming spooked him. 

“Welcome to Riot’s Roses how may I, oh hey! Bakugou! How ya doin’, man?” Kirishima greeted him. Bakugou grunted in response, eyes shifting around the room, pointedly avoiding landing on the redhead. Kirishima frowned, taking in his jittery form. “You okay dude?” he asked and Bakugou damn near jumped out of his skin at the question, attention torn from the selection of roses.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just need your help with something, that’s all.” Kirishima arched his brow at him, encouraging him to elaborate, which was met with a scoff. “Ugh, there’s someone I want to ask out, but I need the bouquet to be just right. And you’re the flower expert.” Instantly, Kirishima’s hackles rose—Bakugou? Asking someone out? On Valentine’s Day, no less? You’ve gotta be freakin’ kidding him. 

“I thought you didn’t have time for dating?” he asked cooly, not wanting to betray the jealousy that was brewing deep within him as he came around the counter. After all, Bakugouwas a paying customer. He couldn’t be an asshole to him because of a silly, unrequited crush. 

“There are always exceptions to the rules,” he replied nonchalantly, averting his eyes. Kirishima hummed non-committedly as he joined Bakugou by the roses. “I want this person to realize I harbor deep feelings for them, even if they don’t realize it themself,” he admitted after the prolonged silence was too much for him to bear.  

“Sounds like a special person. What else?” He could be clinical in his questioning, if only to ease the ache in his heart as he listened to Bakugou wax poetic about the mystery person. 

“They’re stupidly strong and loyal to a fault,” he continued, a soft smile gracing his features, which made Kirishima’s stomach churn. “They’re also extremely charming, which I admire about them, since I can be pretty rough around the edges.” Kirishima couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him at that, which was met with a glare that had no heat behind it. “I just want them to realize how much they mean to me, and, with hopes, they will accept my feelings in return.” Bakugou’s face was rivaling Kirishima’s hair by this point, the man clearly out of his comfort zone. 

“I think I’ve got enough info to get something made up for you. Want it in a vase or just wrapped?” 

“Wrapped is fine. Pretty sure they have a vase or two,” he snorted.

“Alright, give me a few and I’ll have it ready. Feel free to browse the shop while I work.” Pretending that Bakugou was just a regular customer stung, but it was better than breaking down in the shop—he could do that in his empty apartment in a little bit with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s. He worked meticulously, the centerpiece being a half-dozen burgundy roses. Peruvian lilies, asters, and pink carnations were sprinkled throughout the piece, the colors complementing one another beautifully to give off the message that Bakugou was trying to convey. As he completed the perimeter of the bouquet with forget-me-nots, he tried to keep the bitter thoughts at bay. He thought that they had been close, what with their weekly hangout sessions and how frequently they would text one another since exchanging numbers all those months ago. Apparently, he was close enough to Bakugou to help him work through some of his family baggage, but not close enough to confide in that he was pining afteranyone. And that fuckin’ sucked, especially since it seemed like he misread some signals. But it’s whatever, he guessed. He would support his friend no matter what, even if it meant pining from a distance and nursing a broken heart. Wrapping the bouquet in the cellophane, he put on a brave smile.

“One confession bundle, ready to go!” he announced, meeting Bakugou at the register. 

“These are gorgeous, Ei,” Bakugou whispered, gingerly reaching out to cradle the flowers. 

“Glad you think so! Let me get that totaled up for you so you can get on out of here and on your way to your hot date!” Bakugou didn’t comment on how bizarre Kirishima knew he was being, opting to hand over his card with no complaints at the price, which Kirishima was thankful for. There was an awkward tension as Bakugou made no effort to move after getting his card back in his wallet, which Kirishima inwardly groaned at. He just wanted to wallow in peace! 

“Anything else I can help you with?” Kirishima asked, lips stretched in a strained smile. “I don’t want to be rude, but I need to finish closing up shop so I can head home for the day. I’m exhausted.” It wasn’t a lie, at least. Bakugou blinked at him, pierced brow arched up in confusion. 

“Uh, well, there isn’t really anything else I need from here, I don’t think?” He sounded uncertain, but Kirishima was slowly losing the composure that was barely holding on by a thread. 

“If that’s the case, then I’ll catch you around then, yeah? Don’t want to keep your date waiting!” he laughed, and even he could tell how forced it sounded. Bakugou just kept staring at him like he grew another head as he slowly walked backward. 

“Yeah, my date. Right,” he finally decided on as he pushed the door open with his heel. “See you soon, Ei.” The moment the door shut and Bakugou was no longer in eyesight, his face fell, no longer fighting off the tears that were prickling at his eyes. He quickly locked the door, not wanting to deal with any more customers tonight. He let himself slip into a mindless haze as he finished cleaning up, daydreaming about what flavor ice cream he was going to indulge in and pointedly ignored thoughts of fiery blondes. He had just walked out the back door, locking it as he cemented his decision for mint chip, when he jumped nearly a foot in the air at the sound of his name being called from behind him. Whipping around, he came face-to-face with a nervous Bakugou leaning against the hood of his station wagon.

“B-Bakugou? What are you doing?” he asked, trying to calm his racing heart. Bakugou took a deep breath, pushed off the hood of the car, and thrusted his arm out, the bouquet Kirishima just made clutched in his sweaty hand. 

“I’m not good with the mushy romance shit, but you mean a lot to me. And I like you, as more than a friend. We click in a way I’ve never experienced with another person, and I’d like to see where this could go. So, if you’d have me, I’d like to break my self-imposed ‘no dating rule’ for you.” The words were rushed and jumbled, but Kirishima heard them loud and clear.

“Wait,” he chuckled nervously. “I’m the person you want to ask out? Me?!” There was no way he was hearing this correctly. Bakugou said the person he had feelings for was strong and charming, and Kirishima was neither of those things. 

“Duh, Shitty Hair.” Bakugou rolled his eyes, taking a confident step forward and placing the bouquet in Kirishima’s hands. “I can see the gears turning in your head and practically can taste the self-deprecation. Knock that shit off.” The words were said with none of his usual venom. 

“I’m still having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that the person you’re into is me, man. Give me a minute to reboot.” He adjusted the flowers in his arms to not crush them, discreetly pinching himself to make sure this wasn’t a dream. 

“Well, what do you say?” Bakugou was still in his personal bubble, and Kirishima could feel the other man’s nerves rising with each passing second. Tears gathered in his eyes again, this time of joy, as he reached out with his unoccupied arm, fingers twining with Bakugou’s. 

“I think I’m down for giving this a shot,” he smiled, and he was met with the manic grin he loved seeing on the blonde. 

“Damn right you are,” he laughed before shifting his weight to the balls of his feet, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to Kirishima’s welcoming mouth. As they shared their first ‘first’ as a couple, Kirishima couldn’t help but think maybe Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad after all.

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