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staridust · 5 months ago

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Sunny Day Jack ★ Stari’s Versions

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★ DO NOT USE/REPOST WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. NO MINORS.

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Apologies for the tumblr inactivity, space crew! I’m much more active over on Twitter!

Here’s a simple lineup of Jack designs that I’ll be personally using for myself! I love when artists take a character and add their own personal twists on them, so I’ve done the same to my favorite technicolor clown.

I’ve also seen a few people be interested in two other designs that I’ve done, so I’ve added them to the lineup as well for others to use or to see their full outfits!

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Here’s a explanation of each design element if you all are interested in that:

Sunnyverse Jack(Left):

Sunnyverse!Jack is my personal interpretation, artistic recolor, and story with him. He is basically a spin-off of the Sunny Time Town AU by JambeeBot.

I wanted his jacket to reflect looking up at a vibrant summer sky, with clouds, rainbow pockets, swirls, and stickers to add to the childlike wonder. His different color suspenders replaces the stripes on his shirt, which is now a sun on the collar!

I’ve personally always liked the idea of Jack’s hair cascading into purple tips, it’s been referenced in many other drawings of mine. Considering Papa Rise also has purple-ish hair, I think it fits!

This design went through a couple sketch phases and some reworks with the most recent showcase being the birthday drawing of Artemis, where this design can be seen in now outdated-concept!

Alternate Outfit (Middle):

Over a year ago, I made a drawing about Jack and bowties, spreading my bowtie propaganda…. And I still am HAHA. Listen, Jack with a bowtie is so cute, So I’m bringing that design back as well as a full ref!

I’d like to say that this is his work or side outfit, but this is not the teacher AU. I did not create that AU, so don’t refer to this design as the teacher AU!

Even though I don’t consider Jack as a rodeo clown, I gave him clown cowboy boots to reference [Redacted] and his southern residence somewhere.

Rainbow Factory Jack(Right):

RainbowFactory!Jack or RF!Jack is an AU I made last year as well, and finally got around to giving you all a full standing ref for him!

He got more attention than I thought, I know a couple of you like delusional men. I get it.

For his hair, aside from the primary highlights, I also changed the coloring to be a bit more muddled and darker on the teal spectrum, as I like to do that when I draw Jack in a not so-friendly manner. His hair is also more spiked, compared to the others who have more of a fluffy round curl.

His coat is very simple, red and yellow stripes down to a cloud border, and the inside of the coat shows a giant sun on the underside. He also has different color rainbow splotches in different places on him!

His eyes can vary in size or be consistent, and the colors of them can change or spiral too! Usually though, the right eye is lighter than the other. His colors are more saturated and darker than the other designs.

Cotton Candy Cupid Jack:

Finally, the last design I have in the lineup is Cupid!Jack!

This is the first custom design I’ve made of Jack. Shared in this post, this was meant to be the Valentine’s Day design I had for him! Though this drawings is extremely old and outdated now for both my MC and art, I decided to carry it on to a proper Cupid AU design for everyone!

He was originally labeled as Cotton Candy Jack in a wip post that keeps getting shared around from time to time, but I’m unsure if I should keep that name for this lover boy now! There was a community cotton candy Jack trend a month or two ago, so maybe I should change the name? What do you all think?

Design wise he parallels the classic Incubus Jack, which I believe was originally a Halloween costume. His design shares similarities on purpose, being the extended body paint gradient and the sheer fabric overlay on the pants.

Almost like an angel/devil duo, Cupid Jack is more pastel, softer/brighter primary hues, has fluffy wings! My goal was to have them be similar enough side by side, but also different enough to tell that they are different themes/holidays.

He has a motif of hearts, ribbons, and sun swirls. His hair gradient is also the most vibrant one, going from cyan to a vibrant pink at the tips.

He has sandals because I thought it fit the whole Cupid vibe, but drawing his dogs out every-time might actually be the end of me.

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While I will use these personal redesigns, I want to make it clearly stated and obvious that Jack is not my original character, nor are these redesigns an attempt to change his character or completely detach him from his media. There are simply my fun artistic portrayals of him, as I admire his original design, media, and game as well.

The Rainbow Factory and Cupid AUs are technically my AUs. Ship art, written stories, headcanons, etc. of RF or Cupid Jack are completely okay to create! I just ask that you tag me so that I can see what you all do with him!

However, I ask that if Sunnyverse Jack is used, please ask for permission before using his custom design, as it is my own design of him that I use personally.

…and also, I wanna see more MV Jacks! Artists! Show me how you would draw him in your trademark! I love creative expression!

#sunny day jack #swwsdj #sunny day jack au #sdjsunnyverse #sunny time town #sdj #rainbowfactoryjack #cupidjack #cotton candy jack #Sunny Day Jack but in my eyes #colorful clown man gets more colorful

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 1 year ago

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Sweet indulgence 🛼

Written for the Valentine's Day pop-up challenge of the @steddieholidaydrabbles blog.

Rated: G

CW: none

Tags: No UD AU; Future fic; Flirting; Sexual Tension; Record label owner!Eddie; Waiter!Steve; Steve in roller skates; First date (Eddie says it counts 💖)

Notes: continued from this one.

"You can’t be fucking serious,” Steve says.

“Why not?” Eddie throws the garishly pink flier back down on the table. “It’s still Valentine’s Day.”

“For thirteen more minutes,” Steve bristles, pen pressing down on his little notepad so hard that Eddie is afraid he’ll punch a hole through it. “You don’t even have a date.”

“Didn’t know that was required,” Eddie grins. “All I’m saying is, if you offer a Valentine’s Day special, then that special should be available for the entirety of Valentine’s Day, so …”

Steve makes an exasperated sound, but still jots down the order.

“You’re being ridiculous,” he barks over his shoulder as he pushes away from the table and disappears into the kitchen. “Just so you know.”

Eddie watches him glide away, legs and ass a meal in their own right in those shorts and knee-highs and the fucking roller skates.

Maybe the boy has a point. Maybe he is being ridiculous.

It’s not exactly normal behavior, discovering that your former high school king is now a waiter at the diner down the street, and then promptly declaring said diner your new after-work dinner spot. But Eddie never claimed to be normal. And he’s always been a tad bit obsessed with Steve Harrington, so here they are.

Steve has long resigned himself to his nightly visits. Never once has he acknowledged their shared history, and Eddie hasn’t pushed. Instead, he’s slowly putting together all the little puzzle pieces he’s been collecting.

Steve will grumble and scowl and bitch over Eddie’s absurd orders and constant attempts at flirting, but he never fails to pocket his generous tips, so he must be struggling financially. He’s pulling at least one job besides the one at the diner. Most likely a babysitting gig, as indicated by the sparkly hair clips and stickers that Eddie regularly spots in his hair and on his clothes. He’s also not seeing anyone, because if he was, he sure as hell wouldn’t be working the night shift on Valentine’s Day.

He also hasn’t eaten in a while, if the tummy rumble as he brings the order is anything to go by. Eddie quirks a brow. Steve blushes and hugs the tray to his chest.

“Enjoy your meal,” he says, but Eddie holds up a hand and gestures invitingly at the empty seat opposite him.

“Join me?”

Steve’s brow furrows. “I’m on the clock.”

“Oh yeah, and super fucking busy, I can see,” Eddie quips. “Indulge me, my liege.”

Steve chews on his bottom lip, casting a hesitant glance towards the kitchen. Finally, he sighs and slips into the free seat. Eddie hands over one of the two cupcakes on his plate, decorated in a lopsided tower of frosting and a smattering of heart-shaped sprinkles. Steve devours nearly half of it with two enormous bites, and if triumph blooms warm and heavy in Eddie’s chest, that’s neither here nor there.

“So,” he drawls, ignoring his own cupcake in favor of stacking his chin on top of his folded hands, peering at Steve over the rim of his sunglasses. “How was your day? Been handing out lots of these little babies?”

Steve rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, sure,” he says around a mouthful of frosting. “Have you seen this place? Premium date spot. So classy and romantic.”

They lapse into silence for a few seconds. Steve grabs the milkshake with the two straws without waiting for an invitation and takes an enormous sip. There’s a tiny pink sprinkle at the corner of his mouth. Eddie resists the temptation to reach out and wipe it away.

“What about you, huh? You own the record label down the street, right? Surely your day was much more interesting than mine.”

So he isn’t the only one who’s been puzzling, Eddie thinks.

“Hellfire Records,” he nods, happy to ramble about his baby, even though Steve’s attempt at diverting the topic is not nearly as subtle as the boy may think. “We have some pretty cool bands, but I’m not sure they’re your taste, exactly.”

“Oh?” Steve shoves the last bit of cupcake into his mouth, licking leftover frosting off his fingers. “Bold of you to assume that you’d know my taste. Indulge me?”

Eddie does.

Steve does, it turns out, know fuck all about metal and grunge, but he’s surprisingly interested and open-minded. Much more open-minded than Eddie would’ve expected from Hawkins High royalty. By the time they wrap up their little talk and make their way over to the counter, Steve has finished not only the milkshake, but also the second cupcake.

When Eddie hands over the usual fifty, Steve hesitates.

“You already gave me all the food.”

Eddie smiles easily. “So? Gotta let my favorite waiter know I appreciate him on this fine holiday.”

Something flits over Steve’s face, something open and vulnerable, but it’s gone as soon as it came.

“Don’t think you can buy my affection, Eddie,” he murmurs, snatching the bank note from Eddie’s fingers and stuffing it into his apron pocket.

“Don’t worry,” Eddie winks and saunters towards the door - carefully making sure to keep the giddy spring out of his step. Steve called him Eddie. Not Munson. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Good,” Steve calls after him. “See you tomorrow?”

“You bet, big boy,” Eddie says. He’s just about to leave when something else occurs to him. “And I’ll be sure to pick a nicer spot for our second date, promise.”

Steve’s blush is as pink as the sprinkle that’s still stuck at the corner of his mouth. Eddie doesn’t wait for his retort, just shuts the door and makes for home, grinning like a maniac.

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Tagging some ppl who expressed interest last time: @p0lybl4nkk @fairytalesreality @colidamae @dissociatingdemon @steddhie @formosusiniquis @steddiehasmywholeheart @ellaelsinore @rozzieroos

Part 3

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie brainrot #steddie fanfic #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #steddieholidaydrabbles #steddieholidaydrabbles pop-up challenge #upside diner AU #ready to roll?#hype's holiday drabbles 2024 #upside diner au

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spring-siblings · 1 month ago

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"You hate yourself. I hate myself. Common interests."

For @thehistoricalbook for @narlieweek Osemanverse Secret Santa. Happy holidays! Hope you enjoy!

Ace of Hearts | A Solitaire fanfic

I immediately regret opening the text.

Michael: wanna go to the cinema on monday?

It is ridiculous that such a seemingly innocuous question could get me so worked up, for reasons I don't really want to delve into.

Monday is Valentine’s Day.

Ordinarily, this fact would be inconsequential to me. Ordinarily, I would not consider having plans on Valentine’s Day. Ordinarily, I would not have anyone to make plans with. I would sit in my room, and start watching a film, and drink diet lemonade, and not think too much about what day it was.

But lately things have not been ordinary.

Last week, standing on the roof of Higgs as it burned, Michael and I kissed. We haven’t really discussed what that means. Maybe we should have. Maybe if we had, Michael wouldn’t be asking me out on Valentine’s Day.

I’ve never been asked out on Valentine’s Day before. I’ve never been asked out, period. I’ve never been in anything remotely in the realm of a romantic relationship before. I’m not even sure if I want a boyfriend. What does ‘having a boyfriend’ even mean?

Michael and I aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend. At least I don’t think so. No, we definitely aren’t, because that is the sort of thing you confirm before assuming, right?

I stare at Michael’s text.

Maybe he isn’t really asking me out. Maybe he just wants to hang out again like we have been doing. Maybe he doesn’t even realize what day Monday is. Maybe I’m freaking out for no reason.

I tap the text box. The cursor blinks back at me while I consider what to reply.

Tori: monday the 14th?

Michael: yeah

Shit. So he does know.

Tori: why?

Michael: why not?

He is asking me out on Valentine’s Day because he thinks we are boyfriend and girlfriend when we definitely aren’t, and I am going to have to tell him that and ruin our relationship and never talk to him again. Probably. Possibly.

My phone buzzes again.

Michael: you mentioned that your family all had plans, so I thought you might want to hang out

Mum and Dad have a dinner reservation, Charlie has plans with Nick, and even Oliver has a playdate. Ordinarily, this would mean an evening to myself to rot in my room, which honestly isn’t any different than any other night. But lately I’ve been trying to do things. And doing things with Michael makes them less awful.

I debate whether or not I should go for ten minutes before Michael texts me again.

Michael: sooo do you want to?

I sigh. The truth is that I really do want to spend the day with Michael. Why can’t it be that simple? Is it not enough that I just like being around him, without getting into what that means, or what label to put on our relationship? I contemplate for another ten minutes before replying.

Tori: sure

It is going to be awful.

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On Monday evening, the doorbell rings, so I get up to answer it before Charlie does. Mum and Dad and Oliver are thankfully out already, and I’ve been waiting in the living room for Michael’s arrival in the hope of avoiding any questions from Charlie. It’s not that I want to hide anything from him, but I know he’s going to ask about Michael and whether we’re officially going out, and I don’t know what to tell him. I don’t even know what the answer is. So I should probably figure that out first.

I wrench open the door, and it’s not Michael on the other side, but Nick. He’s carrying a bunch of red, heart-shaped balloons in one hand, and a teddy bear in the other. The teddy bear is holding a handmade card with a picture of him and Charlie on the front. The whole thing is covered in heart stickers.

“Oh,” he says, clearly expecting Charlie. “Hi, Tori.”

“Hi.”

There’s a moment of awkward silence when he smiles that toothless, puppy-dog smile at me.

“Charlie is in his room,” I tell him, and step aside to let him in.

As he steps over the threshold, Charlie comes bounding down the stairs and launches himself at Nick. Somehow Nick manages to catch him, despite his hands being full.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” Nick says into Charlie’s shoulder.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” Charlie returns before letting go and promptly getting tangled in the balloon strings. He and Nick both giggle as they work to free him.

I leave them to it and return to my spot in the living room. I can still hear them gushing over each other’s gifts.

“Oh, he’s adorable! I love him! Did you make this yourself?”

“I did!”

“Here, open mine.”

“I love it! That’s so thoughtful! I love you!”

“I love you!”

They can be a bit sickening sometimes. Like the stomach ache you get after you eat too much sugar.

Somehow, my brother has a sappy, adorable, ‘90s rom-com relationship. Nothing makes him happier, and it’s exactly what he deserves, so of course I’m happy for him.

I hear Nick and Charlie leave and I slump further into the couch. I can’t tell if what I’m feeling is nausea or envy.

There is something so obvious and effortless and exceptional about Nick-and-Charlie. They’re so open about their feelings. Even if they didn’t say it a dozen times a day in various ways, with the way they hold hands, the way they look at each other, it’s clear to anyone that they’re mad for each other.

I wonder if that is what Michael is expecting.

I jump when there’s a knock at the door. I stand and grit my teeth. If Michael is on the other side of it with a heart-shaped box of chocolates and a bouquet of red roses, I am going to slam the door in his face.

I open the door, and there he is. No chocolates, no roses, no Valentine’s paraphernalia of any kind. But he is wearing a red T-shirt that is suspiciously on-theme. Of course he isn’t wearing a coat.

“Hello!” he trills when he sees me.

“Hi.”

“Sorry I didn’t bring my bike,” he says while I put on my coat. “The roads are still too snowy for it.”

This has been an exceptionally snowy winter.

“I don’t mind the walk,” I say.

We set out, and it’s snowing lightly. The streets are quiet, and the snow makes the whole world quiet, and Michael and I are quiet as we walk together through it. It’s beautiful. But I can’t fully appreciate it with all the noise in my head.

I don’t want to ask Michael, ‘What are we?’ partially because I might actually die of embarrassment if I did, but mostly because I’m afraid I won’t like his answer. I’m not even sure what I would want his answer to be.

Instead, I ask, “What are we seeing?” I stupidly didn’t think to ask earlier, and I belatedly realized that which movie he wants to see may indicate what his intentions are.

“They’re playing Amélie.”

Shit. I love that movie. And it also happens to be probably the most romantic movie that I actually like.

“You said you liked that movie, right?” he asks when I don’t respond.

“Yeah.” I rewatched it recently, but I never actually finished it.

We lapse into silence again.

On the high street, we walk past a shop with a display of red lingerie in the window with a sign reading, ‘For that special someone.’

I stare straight ahead, but somehow I can see both the display on my right and Michael on my left in my peripheral vision, and I’m trapped between them. I shiver.

I stuff my fists deeper into my pockets and raise my shoulders so the collar of my coat comes up over my ears. I peer sideways at Michael in his red t-shirt. “Aren’t you ever cold?”

“Nope,” he says. I can see his breath in the air and he turns to me. “I’m…hot blooded! Check it and see!”

I quicken my pace and leave him behind me as he continues to sing Foreigner’s ‘Hot Blooded’.

“I’ve got a fever of a hundred and three!”

I roll my eyes. God, I hate that song. I hear his footsteps as he catches up to me.

“Come on baby, do you do more than dance?” he sings into my ear.

“Please stop,” I say, looking straight ahead.

“Am I annoying you?”

Yes. “I’m cold.”

He drapes his arm over my shoulders and I consider shrugging him off, but he is actually quite warm, so I just trudge through the cold beside him.

“I’m hot blooded, I’m hot blooded,” he sings to himself before he stops.

I’m aware that someone being cheerful is a shitty reason to be annoyed with them. It’s not exactly that I’m annoyed with Michael. I’m sort of annoyed with the world in general for no particular reason. Because I’m a pessimistic idiot. Maybe I’m just making things up in my head to get sad about.

Michael’s joy can be infectious. I wish I wasn’t so resistant. I wish I could just let his joy burrow into me and make a home. Like how warmth always seeps into the cold.

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We arrive at the cinema, where a giant heart is displayed in the window. The lobby is filled with couples: couples holding hands, couples whispering to each other, couples laughing, couples kissing. I’m not sure what else I should have expected on Valentine’s Day.

I unzip my coat; the heaters must be on full blast and it’s stuffy in here.

Michael and I weave through all the couples and eventually settle into our seats. One of the couples from the lobby sit behind us and start giggling to each other insufferably. I wonder if it is going to be like this for the next two hours. I wonder if I can slam my head into the seat in front of me with enough force to knock myself out.

The lights dim, and thankfully they do shut up by time the movie starts.

About halfway through, I realize that I am enjoying myself. Or rather, I realize that I was enjoying myself. Because my absorption in the movie is interrupted by a wet, fleshy, clicky sort of sound behind me. The couple are now making out. Like, really obnoxiously. Why do people have to ruin everything?

I stare at the seat in front of me. The noises do not stop. In fact, they’ve escalated. I don’t think I’ve cringed so hard in my life.

I peer over at Michael, who appears oblivious to the whole thing. Then I notice that his arm is perched on the armrest between us, with his palm sort of half-opened, like maybe he’s hoping I’ll put my hand in his. I don’t. My hands are wedged between my knees, and I dig my nails into my palm, trying to tune out the noises behind me.

The rest of the movie passes slowly, but I can’t seem to focus too much on it. As soon as the credits roll, I stand up and grab my coat. I involuntarily glance at the couple behind me. They seem to have just realized that they’re in public. I look away and shuffle out of the row of seats.

Michael follows me out of the cinema. He suggests we get something to eat at Cafe Riviere and I agree, mainly because I can’t stand a silent, awkward walk home.

Inside the cafe is decorated for Valentine’s Day, with paper hearts and cupids hung on the wall and from the ceiling. We order our food, and Michael talks about how much he enjoyed the movie, and how he understands why I like it, and something about the cinematography. I nod and mhm along as needed, but I think he can tell I’m distracted. Our food arrives before he asks me about it.

When we finish eating, I suggest we head home. It’s grown dark, and it’s still snowing. Michael and I walk side by side, watching the snow fall on the river as we go.

Michael doesn’t say anything, and I wonder if I’ve ruined the evening by being a misanthropic shit.

I’m about to ask him as much, but as I turn, I slip on some ice and lurch forward. My hands are in my pockets, but before my face smashes into the pavement, Michael catches me. One of his hands grips my arm, while the other clutches my hand, which is braced to break my fall.

He steadies me before letting go.

“Thanks,” I mutter.

“No problem.”

We continue walking.

“You’ve been really quiet today,” he says. “Is something the matter?”

“I’m always quiet.”

“Well, more than usual. Come on, spit it out.”

I consider saying nothing, or brushing him off with some generic excuse. But as the seconds tick by, I can feel him looking at me so intently and finally I blurt, “I don’t want things to be weird between us!”

“Are things weird between us?” He sounds genuinely surprised. I realize this may be one of those things I’ve made up in my head and gotten upset about for no reason.

He waits for me to answer. I stop walking and so does he. I turn my head to look at him, feeling mortified.

“Why did you ask me out on Valentine’s Day?” It comes out angrier than I intend.

His face contorts with anger and confusion. “Why did I—?” He sighs. “Why do you think I did?”

I can’t say it. I just stare at him.

I watch Michael’s face return to normal as understanding slowly sets in. “Did you think I was planning some romantic candlelit dinner with chocolate and roses and everything?”

I feel my face getting hot and I don’t say anything. That is exactly what I thought, which is entirely too embarrassing to admit.

“Because that wasn’t what I was going for at all,” Michael continues. “Honestly, I had forgotten it was Valentine’s Day until you mentioned it.”

I bite my lip and look down. “Oh.”

It’s silent for a moment, besides the sound of the river. Then Michael says, “Tori,” softer this time. “I don’t have, like, any expectations or anything. I just like spending time with you.”

It’s a relief to hear, but I don’t entirely trust it. “Why?”

He looks at me with this indecipherable expression. “Because you’re…you.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

He sighs a little. “It’s a compliment, Spring. Trust me.”

I do, so I say, “Okay.” And we keep walking. And things feel a bit better.

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When we make it back to my house, I see Nick’s car parked outside, which means that Charlie has beaten me home.

I linger outside the door, on the front stoop so that I’m standing almost at eye-level with Michael.

“I’m sorry that I made today weird,” I tell him.

“S’okay. I don’t mind weird,” he says and then pauses thoughtfully. “I mean…society kinda makes today weird, doesn’t it?” he asks rhetorically. “All these unrealistic expectations about performing romance in a very specific, public display, when really doesn’t it make more sense to just show the people you care about that you care about them?”

He says it in the general sense, but he’s looking at me like he means just me, like he’s saying he cares about me.

“You care about me?” It sounds like I’m teasing him, but only because it feels so strange. For someone to really care about me, and to say it.

“You know I do.” He says it so nonchalantly, like it’s obvious.

I nod. I know that. I’m trying to get used to believing it.

I thought the only people I really cared about were Charlie and Oliver, but I realize that that isn’t true.

So I force myself to tell him, “I do, too. I care about you, too.” Because it’s important that I say it, and that he hears it, and that he believes it.

He gives me a big, cheesy grin. “I know.”

He looks so earnest and he blushes a little, so I decide to do something.

I slowly lean in and I kiss him. Maybe it’s meaningless, or maybe it isn’t, but it’s nice, so I decide not to worry about it.

We break apart and I look up at him and he gives me this little smile that sort of makes me want to kiss it away. Instead, I stare at his face for a moment, taking in his joy, and I feel myself smile back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say. I turn around, open the door, and step inside before I overthink it.

We haven’t made any plans, but I want to see him, and I know he wants to see me. Even if I don’t really understand why, I know he does. I’ve chosen to accept it rather than question it.

I shut the door behind me.

“Tori?” Charlie calls out, making me jump. I suppose this is payback, as I’m usually the one startling him.

I lean in the doorway to the living room and cross my arms. Charlie and Nick are sitting together on the couch. It is very obvious from their postures and disheveled hair that I have interrupted them making out. Ugh.

“Where were you?” Charlie asks.

“Out.”

“By yourself?”

“...No.” Charlie clearly expects more of an answer, and I figure it is better to give him something rather than let him speculate. “I was out with Michael.”

“Oh,” Charlie says in an all-too-interested tone. “How is he?”

“Fine.” I sound too defensive. I uncross my arms. “He’s…good.”

Charlie smiles at me. “Good.”

I smile back briefly, then duck back into the hall and head upstairs.

Tomorrow I will see Michael, and maybe I will enjoy myself, and maybe I will tell Charlie about it. Maybe Michael will keep wanting to see me, even if I don’t understand why. Maybe I won’t be sad all the time. Maybe everything will turn out okay.

#osemanverse secret santa #solitaire #solitaire alice oseman #tori spring #michael holden #sprolden #sprolden fanfiction #osemanverse #osemanverse fanfiction #i know it's the wrong holiday but solitaire is set so close to valentine's day i had to do something with it #there's so many ~implications~ ya know??#mine

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theloveinc · 2 years ago

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bakugo + february

(warning: gn i think? kinda shitty world building😖, a lil angst, happy valentine’s day!!!!!)

“This is the third box of chocolates in this bin alone.”

You throw the frilly, silver package onto a large pile of red cardboard and ribbon, on top of another box of neatly wrapped sweets. Some of the gifts with sappy, little valentines written on top, others with pink and white sticky notes.

Bakugo huffs with a pout and an eye roll, in his own hands a stack of rainbow cards he flips through quickly.

“That’s funny.”

You don’t look at him, just continue to paw around in the bin in front of you. You pull out a dark brown teddy bear, it’s fur soft in your hands, and turn to plop it in the pile of things he said that you could keep: stickers, fake flowers, toys.

“Why?”

You don’t even glance at him as you say it, like it doesn’t matter, and he picks at a bit of lace falling off of a large greeting card and snorts.

“Not like I ever got any of this kinda crap in high school.”

You stop your rifling to stare at him, your expression so different than from moments before. “You didn’t get any fan mail in high school?”

You assume he did, at least: he was just as cute back then as he is now… you’ve seen the pictures of that blonde boy, smaller, still scowling, but still any teenager’s dream. He was working as a hero by then, surely he had some sort of fan club.

(You would’ve been amongst them if you had known. Now he’s professional, though, and you only met him through Jirou when you transferred from her team to his.)

“I didn’t get any��” he pauses, his face twisting in a frown, his cheeks going the slightest bit ruddy. “Chocolates and shit. Letters.”

“Katsuki…” he grunts but doesn’t look, your tone incredulous in a way he doesn’t want to address. “You were never confessed to?”

He blows out an angry raspberry, picking up and throwing a bottle of nicely-labeled hot sauce into his own keep pile. It clinks with the rest.

“Don’t fucking rub it in.”

“I’m not!” you try to assure, reaching out for him. “I’m just… a little surprised, is all.”

He glares, wordless and accusatorially, like your giggles are threatening and the vacuum sealed pair of panties you teasingly wave in the air (and he snatches, immediately trashing) are nuclear.

“…’cuz I would’ve thought you got tons. Like now, big boy.”

He turns even more pink. As pink as half the mail room has become with all the love notes sent in for February.

“Yeah, well,” Bakugo tries to move on, grimacing as he picks up a plain envelope that he initially had high hopes for and unfolds it into a long, love poem. “Can’t win ‘em all, I learned.”

And as you throw another box of store-bought chocolates onto the stack, you think you know what you want to get him for Valentine’s Day.

#bakugo #bakugou x reader #yes I wrote this on Christmas LMFAO #or most of it #inspired by these horrible handmade chocolates I made #that were so freaking ugly #someone told me they were good tho #anyway pardon me I’m still in bed #I’ll give better Valentine’s Day wishes after class maybe #also uhhhhhhhhh #u know what this made me think of ?#that trend that’s like ‘would we have dated in high school?’#I just imagine Bakugo getting all blushy and saying yes #and ur like ‘u freaking liar u were so wrapped up back then’#and he’s all mad at u for denying it #lmfaoooo me at. my high school having a super bad time #ANYWAY I just think like #who the h*ll woulda confessed to Bakugo ever in his younger years?#surely it’s a soft spot #ANYWAY #HAPPY VALENTINES DAY MY BABIWA #BABIES*****#bye.#ps…#I forget what and which white day is #caitie post #gen

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14 DAYS OF LUKEYAYA 14/14 YAYYY HAPPY VALENTINES DAY I LOVE U SM HOMIE!

imagine the way luke prepares for the day. him so sweetly urging anything it takes to get yaya out of her house for a little bit so he can use the key she gave him (labeled with a little heart sticker) and get in. he brings those foil heart balloons and ties them inside her little studio apartment. he leaves a heart shaped table decorator on her table next to a vase of white and pink roses. he scatters the gifts he brought for her, all very small but very sweet, around for her to find. he even wore the pink shirt she bought him not too long in an outfit actually above his usual neon nonsense. he adds a cute white scarf with a heart embroidered on the edge to her coat rack, so she can wear it when she goes out next. and when she gets home, the first thing she sees is the bright smile on his face standing amidst the decorations and streamers he put up, holding a heart shaped box of chocolates. he's completely free for whatever she wanted to plan, but he wanted to build up something they could celebrate with at her place that night too.

NOOOOO luke who is way too good at surprises >.> it’s a miracle because he’s always so eager about it all ^^;;

yaya coming back gasps so loudly and runs into his arms….she keeps the decor up for so long, she loves it all so so much. she loves him even more and wants to spend every second on the day and every one after that with him <3

#sobbing what a way to end it….. this one ;^; so cute ….#♡ friend: dwyer #✉️letters #lukeyaya #I loved these sm I looked forward to them everyday !!!!

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cearratrottier · 1 year ago

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Elephant Facts:

1. Elephants are the world’s largest land animal. (source: National Geographic)

2. Elephants Are Excellent Swimmers (source: TreeHugger)

3. Elephants will die without their trunk. (source: TreeHugger)

4. Elephants may feed for up to 16 hours a day. In the wild one animal can consume as much as 600 pounds of food. (source: Elephant Conservation)

5. Elephants purr like cats do, as a means of communication. (source: Elephant Conservation)

Consumerism facts:

1. TV: Over 275 million TVs are in the United States homes. (Souce: TLC)

2. Google Classroom: This website was introduced as a feature of Google Apps for Education on August 12, 2014, however in 2020 uses doubled in the US. (souce: UMass Amherst)

3. Iphone: The I in iphone stands for internet and was designed that way in 1993. (Apple Scoop)

4. Wine: There are four types of wine however over 11,000 wineries in the United States. (The Wine Economist)

5. Stickers: Stickers have been around since 1935. That’s when inventor Ray Stanton Avery created the world’s first, self-adhesive label. (National Geographic)

Attendance prompt:

“As well as power, red has baser associations with lust and aggression.” pg. 136 This quote stood out to me as red is on two different ends of the spectrum. On one hand when we think of red we think of blood, and death. Either losing a loved one or facing your own death it is one of the hardest things humans will have to face. On the other hand red represents intimacy, and falling in love, one of the most exciting parts of life. I work in a flower shop and we sell over 500 bouquets of red roses on valentines day, however when we do funeral angaments we often create boquets with white and red flowers. Thus giving the color red two life milestones, love and death.

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Human[disguised]!Cupid!Wally x Heartsick!Reader

Cupid!Wally belongs to @fetusmeme, so please check them out.

⚠️TW [Trigger Warning]: eyestrain from the gif below, heartbreak aftermath, aggressive behavior, [initial] denial of romance due to bad experiences, foul attitude, animosity for Valentine's Day, single G/N reader.

Heartsick: adj. lit. despondent, typically from grief or loss of love. Synonyms; sick at heart, in low spirits, forlorn, dejected, heartbroken, wretched, woebegone, sad, etc.

Ugh! Valentine's Day. Could your now-Ex have picked the worst date to dump you? No! It just had to be the day, the one, single day out of the miserable 365 per year set specifically for couples? Ya know, the one you had foolishly marked on your calender with sparkly, puffy heart stickers? Yeah, that damn day. To rub salt in the wound, you had to work your day job; a florist/cashier for the local shop. Ironic, isn't it? You had to do it on your own since your boss was out with their partner too. You did the usual things that were expected, swept the heads of some poor roses into the trashcan, organized the blooms, check out the paying people who came in to buy bouquet after bouquet their sweethearts, yadda, yadda.

"Same kissy, sappy junk, different day."

You slouched over the cashier counter, already finished with the day's work & awaiting closing time while gently plucking the seeds out of your chosen blooms to grow in your backyard's personal garden. Like several times today, the bell to the front door signaled on its string to indicate a last-minute customer. You only had a mere ten minutes before you closed, so you bucked up & read off of your mental greeting script in an even tone. Not a sweet one, just even.

"My, oh my! You sound so lonely! Mind if I kept you company?" a smooth, lulling voice drew your attention from your delicate hobby in favor of the man that stood on the receiving side of the counter. Before you stood a seemingly Latino fellow with his blue-dyed hair styled into a pronounced pompadour. His black-trimmed red suit, like the rest of himself, stood out boldly against the faded cream-beige tiles of the environment. His collection made the hues positively pop in the bland, scarcely bloom-clad scene behind him.

"Mm, 'lonely' isn't the right word here, sir." Your tone never shifts, unlike your hands that swipe the organized seeds of your efforts from the countertop to the labeled jars you stash in your hanging bookbag. Once the zipper is replaced, you turn to him. He was quiet, polite, almost genteel. Anyone who snags him would be the luckiest person in town. A lovely thought, but not one by your downtrodden mind.

"If you're looking for cards, we're just about out of them. Same with flowers. We have Chrysanthemums, daffodils, dahlias, daisies, & lilacs." You gesture to the thinned racks of blooms from behind your counter, almost missing the man's focused gaze on you. Almost. His smile is seemingly warm & welcoming, slightly waking your heart from its huffy slumber before speaking. He says he's made a short list of what blooms he'd like & that you could stay behind the counter to continue your seed gathering while he poked around a bit.

Fine. Good enough for you. From your separated place, you watched him methodically choose his blooms without damaging them. The colorful blooms slowly built into a bouquet of meanings: Red Chrysanthemums, orange & yellow daffodils, pink & white Dahlias, some Baby's Breath you hadn't spotted until he tenderly tucked them into the bundle, then topped it off with a few magenta lilacs that were half bloomed. Sure, you were a symbolism-loving dork, but your soured mood barely lifted as he carried the bushel of symbolic representations to the counter.

With a tug, twist & snip, the flowers were ready to see the outside world again. You bid him a flat goodbye with the wave to match & he practically bounces out the door. Your phone chimes to alert you, signaling the end of your day-long shift & your equally day-long-desired return home. One uneventfully timely bicycle ride later, you arrive home, in a wooded area away from everyone & everything excepting local fauna & flora. Your spokes clack as you slow ahead of your bungalow.

The splotch of lively color on your headstone grey [front]door drew your attention to not just its blooms you had helped tie together resting in a sturdy vase, but to the seasonally hued, lace-stringed message as well. It read as a sort of romantic confession mixed with an apology note; the writer states he's felt many things about you & how sad he was when news of your breakup reached him.

He invited you to a short walk through the local park to talk over respective beverages &/or snacks possibly followed by lunch/dinner, should you agree. You gaped in disbelief for a moment before swooping up the vase & making a beeline for your garden where you felt safest. You were just dumped, were you really about to open your heart to another guy after it was freshly broken?

You sat there, staring at the positive blooms, their messages reading bold & true with the male's energy radiating from them. Your mind drifted to how carefully he coddled the bouquet in his arms when he carried them to you for finalizing. His warm aura your habitually cold shoulder fizzed against. Jeez! The more you think about it the more guilt prodded at what was left of your feelings. You give them fresher water & a little plant food before distracting yourself with homely tasks. By the time you were done, you had seated yourself at the table beside the blooms & their note.

Maybe a little time outside the house is just what the doctor ordered?

#cupid!wally #prompts #writers on tumblr #wally my beloved #wally darling welcome home

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