Sprout Likes Cosmic Brownies a Little Too Much
not sure how to upload a fic on here, request from another netizen based on a series made by @/asslicker0420 on tt... first uploaded fic ever plz be nice but constructive feedback is appreciated
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Even before Sprout and Cosmo started dating, their relationship wasn’t any secret. Though, they’re even more inseperable now that they’re openly romantic, and naturally, there are some who have a problem with that.
As per an invitation from Sprout, Cosmo went out with him and the other mains to grab some lunch. There wouldn’t be anything special about that typically, but it seemed like someone was fed up from the start.
Dandy was the self-appointed queen bee. Star of the show, leader of the group, and spoiled by his handler, giving him the biggest ego any toon would see. When he saw Cosmo walk in with Sprout, he debated screaming at him to leave, saying he wasn’t wanted there. However, he tried to keep his cool. Sprout was definitely no force to fuck with. It went without question that he knew how to fight, and fight is definitely what he would do for Cosmo even if it costed his life.
The group had went about their meals without any problem, aside from Dandy’s tense attitude for Cosmo seeping through each and every conversational topic. Subtle snarky comments and condescending giggles started to escape Dandy’s lips without control like reckless prisoners. It was too much to bear, and Sprout was slowly catching on.
Like two pots of hot water next to each other on a stove, the blood of each began to boil.
“Sprout, I’m just gonna head to the bathroom quick, do you mind moving?” Cosmo called out from next to his boyfriend, momentarily snapping him out of his anger.
Sprout nodded. “Not at all, babe,” he replied, standing from his seat and clearing the way for Cosmo like a chauffeur guiding a celebrity out of some fancy limousine.
As Cosmo made his way to the restrooms, Dandy gave him a nasty glance. He scoffed, crossing his arms and leaning back with nothing left but judgement.
The pots boiled over, and as his eyes caught onto Dandy’s petals, he whispered a quick “hell no” before lunging over the table and grabbing one with a grip stronger than a baseball player holding onto a bat.
Within mere seconds, Dandy was thrown to the restaurant floor with a loud, resounding thud. The poor flower couldn’t even gasp before Sprout was on top of him, not sparing any time before he started to wail on the stuck-up brat beneath him. To the others, they were watching a meteor shower hit the same area over and over, creating a crater so concave any land that was previously there was wiped out entirely.
Dandy started to do what he did best, which was whine and try to cower. He screamed as he made feeble attempts to cover his face, “What the fuck!? Get the hell off me! You’re fucking insane, holy shit!”
However, as tears started to form, his pleas and protests were drowned out by the sound of sobs accompanied each possible bone in his face breaking. Out came a petal, a tooth, and even a jaw hinge.
After Sprout initially deemed himself done, he took a step back, admiring his work. Dandy tried to get on his feet to throw a punch, but he wasn’t any match at all at that point. Sprout quickly took off his scarf, wrapping it around Dandy, tying him up like an unwanted Cristmas gift. As soon as he hit the ground, Sprout walked over his body, stomping him at the upper abdomen, causing him to toss his head to the side and throw up on the vinyl surface he was forced down against. Making his way to the flower’s head, Sprout kicked with the last of his might and chuckled as he heard the other’s skull crack, spitting on him as he finally went unconscious.
By the time everything was dealt with, Cosmo had come back from the restroom, and he sure did have a lot of questions as he looked at the shocked rest of the group, Shelly holding up her phone for recording, Sprout’s bruised, bloody, and worn knuckles, and Dandy’s body that could easily pass as a corpse.
“Um, are we going to leave without him?” Cosmo asked with worry. “What about your scarf, too? I thought I told you how I feel about you going around fighting people, anyway!”
Sprout hung his head and took Cosmo’s hand. Cosmo had told Sprout countless times that he could handle himself, but Sprout was an emotional man, and he felt those emotions very strongly.
As Cosmo continued to scold Sprout, the group headed out the restaurant, leaving Dandy on the floor for anyone to clean up, just not them. No one really cared, anyway.
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