#the-thorniest-rose

[mochinomnoms]

Hi, I would like to make a request for the flower event, please.

Reader- fem or GN

Type: romantic, hurt/comfort, drop of angst

Prompt: prompt 14 and 19 (if not, just 19 works)

flowers: baby’s breath and red roses

quick description: Reader is in love with Riddle but Riddle refuses to accept that he’s in love with them too.

riddle rosehearts x f!reader [tags] – romantic, hurt/comfort, slight angst [wc} – 3, 574 prompt 14: “I'd rather have the thorniest, pesticide ridden roses grow in my mouth before I'd ever admit having any sort of affection for them!” prompt 19: “Dude, are your freckles turning into baby's breath?” “AHH!” notes - whaaaaat this totally didnt take over a year to get out what are you talking about hahahahahaha n e ways enjoy im on a riddle train apparently rn a floral inconvenience

In Mexico, red roses are popular for Día de Muertos celebrations, symbolizing love and passion, the thornless red rose means love at first sight.

The baby's breath flower often represents sincerity, purity, and love in many forms. They also give a meaning of being needed or wanted.

Riddle didn’t actually like roses very much, despite what everyone thought. 

It’s not like he disliked them! No, not at all, he thought they were quite nice, and they were a motif of his homeland and the Queen of Hearts. 

That’s just the thing though, he grew up with them everywhere, from the rose-shaped island the Queendom of Roses took residence, to the field and field of bright red, to his own name, a moniker of an old, noble-lineage family. He was surrounded by roses constantly. 

No, he much preferred something smaller, less flashy. 

Something that reminded him of sweetness, innocence, and still associated with his heritage.

No, Riddle was fond of another flower, one that was often used to accentuate a rose’s beauty.

Baby’s breath: it was small, unassuming, yet darling and delicate. The tiny, white bunches of blooms were truly his favorite flower. 

It also would’ve been much easier to cough up, rather than the large, deep red roses that he was currently choking on. 

“Riddle,” Riddle heard Trey calling for him as he and Cater hovered over him as he was hunched over the trash can. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to take some medicine and stay in your room for the rest of the day? I’m sure everyone will understand if you miss the unbirthday party, the hanahaki has got everyone struggling.”

Riddle dry heaved as he shook his head, reaching for the bottle of water in Cater’s hand, who helpfully opened it for him to chug down. 

Gulping down the bottle like a man who’d been stuck in a desert, Riddle wiped his mouth dry, hoarsely replying. 

“It’s the season for it, half of my class is also out sick. Besides, Rule 164 requires that I give a 24-hour notice for missing an unbirthday party, and it starts in 30 minutes. I’m going.”

He didn’t miss the way Trey and Cater shared a look. Like two parents who’d just heard their child say something ridiculous. 

“Are you sure Riddle? It’s okay to take a sick day sometimes.”

Riddle grunted in response, ignoring Trey as he went to the bathroom connected to his room to wash his face and brush his teeth. The perks of being a housewarden. 

“Yeah, I totes agree with Trey. I mean, even the Prefect has been trying to power through, and she is NOT having a good time!”

Suddenly choking on the mouthwash he was gargling, Riddle spat and coughed for air, causing the two upperclassmen to rush over to him. 

“Riddle! What happened? Did you follow the routine I gave you!”

Reaching for his hand towel to wipe his face clean, Riddle gave Trey a half-hearted glare before moving his gaze to Cater. 

“The Prefect is sick? Is it the flower sickness as well?”

He wanted to collar Cater for the smug smile on his face as he finished his sentence, the ginger tapping on his phone as he spoke. 

“Oh? Maybe, I haven’t seen anything, but Acey and Deucey mentioned she’s been leaving trails of little white flowers everywhere. But fun fact Rids, did you know that her favorite flower is a red rose?”

That familiar, burning sensation filled his cheeks as he huffed, neatly folding his towel back into its place.

“It’s a favorite for many people, even the Queen of Hearts loved the beauty of a brilliant red rose.”

Riddle pushed past the two to head straight for his dresser to grab his crown, securing it on his head. 

“Hey, wait! Riddle! Will you at least go to the nurse after the party?” 

“Fine! As long as nothing goes wrong!”

Of course, when you’re around, many things tend to go wrong. Was it intentional? Was it just the company you kept? Were you really just a troublemaker at heart that thrived on the chaos you sowed?

Riddle thinks it was probably a combination of all the above, but that just made him question why he let you around his dorm still?

“GRIM! GET AWAY FROM THE TABLE! YOUR EARS ARE GONNA MAKE THE FIRE WORSE!”

“WHAT! YOU DROPPED THE CANDLE WHY ARE YOU BLAMING ME?!”

Really, why did he let you hang around so much?

“Oh, hi Riddle!” Ah, that’s why, the very (unfortunately) lovely smile you always bore when seeing him. “Uh, don’t mind us! I was just setting some candles for ambience!”

Taking a deep breath, Riddle didn’t fail to notice Ace and Deuce in the background, stomping on the now smoking cloth and finally getting the flame out. 

He also didn’t fail to notice the other students around, flinching as they prepared for him to start screaming. Except for you, you had a…look in your eye as you continued smiling at him. 

(Riddle didn’t want to admit that he recognized that look from his mother and father’s old wedding photos, hidden in the back of the library, covered in dust.)

Thankfully, the red in his cheeks could be mistaken for his usual short temper. 

“Prefect…” Riddle started tapping his foot on the grass, watching from the corner of his eye as his dorm members started backing away in fear. 

“Yes, Riddle?”

“You…” He paused, clamping his mouth shut as he watched freckles grow and bloom into those little white flowers he adored so much. “Your…freckles are turning into baby’s breath.”

You furrowed your brows, reaching up to touch your cheeks as you mumbled confused, “Freckles? What do you…”

Just as your hand met the white petals, one fell into your palm. As if you’d been shocked, you yelped and smacked your cheeks, trying to cover them up in embarrassment.

“AAAAAHHH!” 

Like the fire had been lit under you instead of on the tablecloth, you bolted out of the garden to the main building, most likely to the bathroom to pluck and clean the flowers off your face.

“Oh shi—shoot!” Cater nervously chuckled, shuffling away at Riddle’s disapproving gaze. “I’m gonna go check on her, B.R.B!”

He briskly followed after you, leaving the rest of them to clean up the mess you’d left.

“Ugh, Trey, do you think you could grab one of the spare tablecloths from storage? I’ll assist the others in cleaning up here.”

Trey nodded, walking away as Riddle moved to where Grim, Ace, and Deuce were now carefully removing the trays, china, and cutlery. Deuce was at least, Grim and Ace were quietly arguing. 

“I thought I told you she needed to stay home!”

“I tried!” Grim growled, staring longingly at the macaroons on the plate in front of him before it was snatched away and out of reach by Ace. “Hmph! She wouldn’t listen to me, said she neeeeeeded to be here!”

As he approached, the trio straightened up, though Ace looked more irritated with him than usual. He had been since his overblot. 

“Yeah? What’s up Housewarden?”

“You can start by addressing me more formally” Riddle sighed, eyeing the now bundled up white cloth on the ground. “Secondly, what happened? How in the world did the Prefect manage to start a fire?”

Deuce rubbed the back of his head sheepishly as he answered. 

“Oh, she mentioned that she’d been reading more about the unbirthday parties that the Queen of Hearts’s kingdom held and noticed a bunch of art had candles in them. She wanted to impress you and make this one extra ‘aesthetic’, not sure what she meant by that.”

Riddle brought up a hand to cover his mouth, hiding the bashful smile he wanted to let out. 

“Is that so? And you let her?” 

The three shuffled in their spot, sharing glances with each other. 

“Well, yeah/Maybe…/Why not?”

Pain was starting to stab into the sides of his head, making Riddle rub his temples for some semblance of relief. 

“Next time the Prefect wants to contribute her…’aesthetics’ to an unbirthday party, direct her to me please. Do remember, I am in fact the one in charge of this dorm, not her.” 

Turning on his heel, Riddle gestured for Trey to follow him through the rest of the tea garden, pretending he wasn’t listening in to Ace’s grumbling. 

“Could’ve fooled me, she’s got you wrapped around her finger like a dog on a leash…”

Ace yelped, tripping on his feet as he backed away from the sudden point of Riddle’s staff at his nose, the latter’s face burning in rage. 

“How DARE you disrespect me, I am no dog, and I am certainly on no leash!” Riddle’s voice drew the attention of the rest of the students still celebrating, the unbirthday party now going eerily silent. 

“May I remind you just who I am? I am your housewarden, and you will speak to me and about me with basic respect Ace! What even implore you to suggest such a thing I can’t comprehend!”

The ginger scoffed, stiffening as Riddle pointed the staff closer to his nose. Instead, he grabbed onto Deuce’s arm, who made a noise of confusion, and pulled him away back towards the dorm. 

“Whatever, come on Deuce grab Grim, let’s check on (Name) since her little boyfriend won’t.”

Before Riddle could utter another word, the two—and a scruffed Grim—rushed off into the dorm, leaving a fuming Riddle behind with a group of students staring at him. 

“Those little—Trey!” Riddle barked, gesturing for his vice to follow. “Come on, after them! Perhaps some extra chores as punishment will remind them how to speak to me.”

Silently and faithfully, Trey followed Riddle's rage, the redhead so focused on his mission that he failed to notice the frustrated look Trey gave him. 

“Ridiculous, he punches me once for being out of sorts, and he thinks he can just do whatever he’d like!” Riddle was huffing as he spoke, glowering as he walked through the halls, chasing after the sounds of two card soldiers and a direbeast bickering.

“And what does he mean by boyfriend? What a ridiculous suggestion, the Prefect doesn’t have a partner, she would’ve mentioned it, she would have told me—”

“Oh? I didn’t know you two talked about those sorts of things.”

Riddle’s shoulders stiffened, his face slowing as he looked at Trey over his shoulder. The taller man had a smile on his lips, eyes narrowed as he studied his friend. 

“Well, we don’t. But (Name) would have mentioned it during our study sessions, or when we have tea, or at some point in time, I’m sure.”

“Oh, of course Riddle. I’m just wondering why—and please don’t take this the wrong way—you care so much if the Prefect has a boyfriend or not. It certainly doesn’t affect you, does it?”

Sputtering, Riddle turned to face Trey with red cheeks once again, though he’s sure that Trey knows it's for something other than anger.

“Well, I—it’s not that it doesn’t affect me, it's—they’re a dear friend—I just—why are you asking me such a question?”

“Oh come on, Riddle, let me be frank.” Trey’s smile grew, playful and knowing. “It’s not a coincidence that you two are both sick with the same illness. You’re puking roses, unique ones too! I’ve never heard of thornless roses from anyone other than the Prefect.”

Scoffing, Riddle ignored Trey calling out for him as he stomped down the hall into the lounge. The room was empty, perhaps Cater had taken you to the communal washrooms to keep an eye out as you washed up.  

As long as that was all Cater was doing…’

Shaking his head, as if it would make the thought and sudden jealousy go away, Riddle wrinkled his nose and headed off to the direction of the washrooms. He ignored Trey’s rapid footsteps, chasing after him as the other called out. 

“Riddle! Please don’t be angry, I’m just offering a suggestion to help you out. If you just confess your feelings to (Name), then you can get rid of the flower sickness and be back as normal—”

“I WILL NOT!”  Riddle wasn’t sure what made him angrier: Trey suggesting such a thing or Riddle knowing that he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

So what if he liked you? You were his friend, of course he liked you! Nevermind that he only ever grew tight in his chest with you around. That his heart soared when you laughed. Or that he only ever wanted to be gentle and sweet when with you. But there were too many factors at play here. 

He had to get his mother’s approval to begin courting you, which was already a major obstacle. Then he’d have to adhere to the Queen of Heart’s rules of courtship as Housewarden, which had about 20 steps to it. 

Then there’s the obvious issue of you potentially returning home. What would happen if you were to leave mid-courtship? Riddle only plans for the long term, what if you left during your engagement? During marriage? And if you chose to stay, who’s to say you wouldn’t start resenting him for pressuring you to stay with his declaration of affection.

All that, and he’s not even sure if these feelings are from admiration or something more. The baby’s breath freckles didn’t confirm anything, those could be from anyone else! 

“I am perfectly fine the way I am, Trey!” Riddle snapped, missing the way Trey’s eyes looked past him, widening. “I don’t need to confess to (Name) of all people, I’m more than capable of handling this illness myself. In fact, I'd rather have the thorniest, pesticide-ridden roses grow in my mouth before I'd ever admit having any sort of affection for them!”

“Oh…”

Whipping around, Riddle felt a wash of dread fall over him at the sight of your sweet, heartbroken face as you stared at him like he’d just driven a knife into your chest. Cater, Ace, and Deuce were right behind you, all staring at you as if expecting you to burst into tears. Even Grim, now in your arms, was looking up at you with concern. 

“Ah, P-Prefect! I didn’t mean it like—”

“It’s fine, y-you’re fine,” You sniffled, rubbing at your eyes as if willing away your tears before they could fall. “Um, I think I should go back to my dorm.”

Cater placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “No, no! Stay, you helped out so much with the decorations, you should have a treat!”

“Yes, please Prefect.” Riddle pleaded, noticing the way Ace and Deuce gave him looks. Deuce seemed conflicted, flickering between you and Riddle, though Ace had a rather distasteful sneer. “Stay, you’re always welcome here, please disregard what I said, I was just feeling rather heated at the moment.”

You purse your lips, locking eyes with him for just a moment, before Ace leaned in close to you to murmur something in your ear. Clicking your tongue, you waved him away, shaking your head in disapproval. 

“You’re not punching him again, Ace.”

“What? Look I’m just offering…” Ace sighed, rolling his eyes before glaring at Riddle again. 

“Cut it out Ace. It’s fine, I’m just going back to Ramshackle, okay? I’ll see you guys on campus.”

Before any of them could stop you, you rushed off, ducking as Ace and Deuce both reached to grab you. 

“Oh, (Name), please! Let me apologize.” For someone who was so quick to reject the idea of talking with you just moments ago, Riddle was quickly chasing after you, calling out to Trey before closing the main doors behind him. “Trey, ensure the rest of the party goes well!”

Before he knew it, you’d slipped into the mirror, the glass surface glimmering like water. He followed suit, seeing you just as you were exiting the Hall of Mirrors. 

“Prefect! (Name)! Wait, allow me to escort you back.” Riddle quickly caught up to you, coughing red petals as he did. “(Name), please…”

You had little bursts of baby’s breath blooming from your head and face, once again freckling you. He didn’t miss the way you looked at him from the corner of your eyes, letting out a sigh. 

“It’s fine, Riddle. You don’t have to humor me, it’s fine if you don’t feel the same.”

Riddle’s lips thinned as he watched you let Grim go, gesturing for him to run ahead, which he obliged. 

“I just wish you wouldn’t have said it out loud like that.” You paused, finally making eye contact as you asked, “Do you even like me as a friend?”

“Of course I do.” He confessed, tightly swallowing as he tried to come up with an excuse. “You’re a very dear friend, I just lost my temper and—”

“You can’t always use your temper as an excuse, it’s not fair to anyone. Especially not me, it’s not my fault that the idea of a romance with me is so rage inducing.”

You griped, crossing your arms and scoffing as Riddle moved to stand in front of you, halting your steps. Riddle could feel the heat under his skin, flowers blooming in his chest as he coughed out flowers, no doubt he was as red as his hair right now.

“What? Am I making you angry now? Why don’t you go to whoever’s making you cough the flower and I’ll deal with mine on my own—”

“Stop talking and let me apologize!”

“No! You’re only sorry because I heard you and you felt bad that I started crying a bit! Well, don’t worry, I won’t confess! Deuce said that the nurse has potions that help so you don’t have to feel guilty—”

“Will you shut up and—” Riddle felt himself choking, coughing out another batch of roses, before breathing in and continuing. “—ugh, let me speak—”

“No! I—ack!” You followed suit, though your fit was softer thanks to the delicateness of the flowers, small white petals falling from your lips. “— eugh. I just want to go lay down in my room, is that too much to ask?”

“It is when you’re the reason these flowers grow in my chest!” Riddle snapped back, a bit satisfied at the shocked look on your face.

“You—wait, what?”

Taking a deep breath, Riddle grasped your hands in his and brought them close to his chest. Step one of the Queen of Heart’s courting rules: hold your beloved close and hold eye contact. It cannot be broken, or else you void your right to their heart.

“(Name), please. My words were not from a place of anger, but of fear. Putting a name to these feelings of mine means acknowledging the hold you have on my heart.”

He relaxed, noticing the way your eyes softened, your own hands tightening around his own. 

“There are many factors I have been considering, one of which is your eventual return home.” RIddle sighed, noticing the way looked down, as if you didn’t want to think about that possibility either. “As much as I would like to have you stay by my side forever, I cannot allow myself to be the reason you miss that opportunity. You deserve happiness outside of my own.”

“But, what if I want to stay Riddle? You can’t say that like I can’t make my own decisions.” You spoke with a firmness that you rarely used with him, reserved for when your friends were up to a ridiculous scheme. 

“I don’t know if I’ll ever find a way home, but that sort of decision isn’t up to you, it’s mine alone.” You gave him a sweet smile, that same one he’s seen in his parents’ dusty wedding photos. “I wouldn’t mind staying here with you even if I did. All I need to know is if you feel the same, Riddle. If you care for me like I do for you.”

“I…” You stepped ever closer, your clasped hands pressing against Riddle’s chest. His grip tightened as you pressed your forehead against his own, eyes still locked. “Making such promises (Name), do you know what you’d be getting yourself into. With me, with my family?”

“And?” Soft as a whisper, sweet as a tart, you dared to brush your lips against his. Riddle couldn’t bring himself to point out that you skipped straight to step 11—display your affection with a kiss on the lips—of the Queen of Heart’s rules of courting. 

“As long as you feel the same about me, I’m happy to go through anything for you. But only if you feel the same.”

“I…can’t.” Riddle let go of your hand to press a thumb against your lips, firm but gentle as he watched your shocked face relax. 

Thornless roses and fragile baby’s breaths grew at your feets, curling around each other as if trying to make their own bouquet. 

“I feel something so strong, so mind numbing, so impossibly sweet, I feel something so much worse, and yet enthralling, that it’s impossible to say I feel exactly the same. You must take responsibility for these feelings in my heart, like the King of Hearts taking responsibility for the Queen. Understood?”

A smile grew on your lips as he pulled his thumb away with you nodding. Riddle allowed himself to break the rules, just this once, and skip to the 11th step once more.

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[2jihiir0]

the babysitter ~ 🕶️

Inspired by @thorniest-rose ‘s post about this being a very Stephanie coded outfit !!! 💗 it definitely is !!! I had to draw her 🥰

[stervrucht]

Some art I've drawn for fics I loved this year. Thank you for sharing your amazing work!💜

(and one for my own fic to make it even haha)

Scorpio Skies by @azrielgreen (steddie)

Show me what you got by @runninriot (steddie)

Give me a call if you ever get desperate, I'll be like one of your girls by @notesappwitch (steddie)

Prism by @azrielgreen & @thorniest-rose (metalsandwich)

Proximity by me (steddie)

Wet dreams by @runninriot (steddie)

Blinking Red Light by @cuips-not-cute (steddie)

The Long Night by @noxdrawstrash (metalsandwich)

Exactly what it looks like by @bilbosmom-belladonna (steddie)

More below↴

Steddie

Room Service by @finalmoondragon (Pray) 'til I go blind by @sleepy-steve Lover you can't be wrong by @gayjinkies Sport Performance by @entanglednow Call my bluff when I roll the dice @gayjinkies

Harringrove

In the water, with you by @azrielgreen When the bones are good by @un-buttoned Put up your dukes by @runraerun mind my wicked words (and tipsy topsy slurs) by @un-buttoned The art of the dick pic by @lazybakerart

Metalsandwich

If I stare too long by @brawlite & ToAStranger Rooms (Whose Thighs Are Lilac Rose Gardens) by @azrielgreen

Mungrove

Bonafied Lovin' (tough guys) by @runraerun

There's plenty more, but this will have to do for now.

[nburkhardt]

We’re just gonna see where this goes but it’s inspired by this! Hope you don’t mind @thorniest-rose

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When it first came to be, it was strictly dnd. Honest. It was a safe place for anybody who wanted to play in the game, to find friends.

But somewhere along the way when it was just the core four; Gareth, Jeff, Frankie and of course, Eddie.

They used their time in Hellfire to become best friends and eventually learn something else they have in common.

A crush on Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington.

The four of them hated admitting it out loud but it came to a halt when the jock was partnered up with Jeff for a project and Jeff couldn’t stop talking about how nice the guy actually is. It snowballed from there, Gareth found out the guy drove middle schoolers around when he accidentally ran into him at the arcade and one of the middle schoolers wouldn’t leave him alone. Then Frankie accidentally bumped into him during lunch and Steve gave up his food when Frankie’s was all over the floor.

What really sold all of them on the crush was when Eddie decided all of them deserved a treat for defeating the latest campaign. Eddie froze the second he stepped into Scoops Ahoy when Steve turned from his coworker and greeted them.

It was after that they all really admitted to the crush and would spend a few minutes each hellfire session to talk about it.

They thought once the new school year started, they’ll finally move past it.

It was going really good, until the new members came in and all four of them got a front row seat yet again of the one they all like.

Steve dropping off Dustin Henderson and Robin Buckley at school, or Steve hanging around Hellfire to drag Henderson home. They see him around town too, usually with Robin but sometimes he’s out with Dustin and Sinclair’s sister getting ice cream of all things.

They’re all cowards though.

Never actually finding any sort of courage to actually talk to the guy. At least not directly and never long enough, sometimes they’ll say hi and how are yous. Little stuff, ya know?

Luckily no one caught onto it, especially since they actually see Steve more and more now. Instead of talking about the crush during hellfire sessions, they use band practice now. Just to save themselves a from tiny bit of embarrassment.

Eddie’ll admit later on that he got a little, just a tiny amount really, high. A bit, truly. That’s what makes his lips a little loose, makes his brain mushy, makes him giddy and have the giggles.

He’ll blame Henderson or maybe thank him? Eddie isn’t sure yet but for now not just himself but his best friends are all frozen right now.

“You what?!” Henderson screeches and makes them move again, “Hellfire is what now?”

Eddie can process that this is starting to go sideways but the high is pleasant and blurring his lines, so he looks up at Dustin, “a Steve Harrington fan club? A bit. Stevie is pretty boy! How can we not? He’s nice and sunshine in human form, he’s just so so good! And and and gorgeous!”

He sighs and closes his eyes, “so kissable tooooooooo”

Everyone else in the have very different reactions. Jeff, Gareth, Frankie all shrug and nod. Mike and Lucas look a little disappointed and annoyed, Dustin’s the only one that doesn’t seem to either agree or disagree. He looks both happy and grossed out. Eddie’s head is floating away, he can’t really process any of this information. And he’s not gonna ask questions in this state or answer more questions.

“Sooo, I gotta admit, was not expecting this”

Eddie’s stomach does a flip as his eyes fly open and when they focus, there, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and a smile or maybe a smirk- maybe neither? Eddie’s can’t tell. It’s very, very nice. He does know that at least.

Steve is very, very pretty. Especially as he moves into the room, “Seeeee, Henderson? Ain’t he just gorgeous?”

Dustin looks between them, shaking his head before turning to the others, the ones not currently high. “Seriously?”

Frankie shrugs again, “I mean, Ed isn’t wrong. Thought I’d be over it, but here I am anyway.”

Jeff nodded and Gareth rolled his eyes, “we tried keeping between us only”

The new members frowned, while Dustin and Steve stared at each other. Steve fighting back a laugh, while Dustin already cracked a smile before looking back at Eddie, who’s head is finally floating back down and he’s started to sit back up.

“Oh. Oh man. I did-” Eddie looked between everyone, face turning bright red as he closes his eyes and blinking before meeting Steve’s eyes, “fuccccck, dude- I,”

There’s a glint in Steve’s gaze, his laugh dying but a smile staying in it’s place, “Picked a great day to hang around, maybe we can do all of that again some day?”

“What?”

Eddie sees the younger boys snap their heads to look at Steve, Dustin’s the only one to smile and bounce in his place. The older boys are glaring at him, Eddie can tell even without looking, green isn’t really their color.

Steve’s face hasn’t moved though, still looking at him and definitely smirking.

“Let’s try the complaints and pretty names again, Eddie baby” Steve says, and Eddie cannot believe his ears.

Eddie can tell he looks dumb but he nods and nods and nods as his smile grows, “I can come up with so many. So many, Sunshine, Darling, just you wait!”

(His best friends are both very jealous and very happy for him. And they’ll eventually with time, joke about this and play try getting Steve to themselves. Eddie will always win at the end. Someday it’ll come out that Steve was just waiting for the day for the guts to ask Eddie out. Robin let’s Eddie and the guys in on that secret.)

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Like I said I don’t know where this was going it kinda wrote itself. I… don’t know how it got this long. Also Lucas and Mike look annoyed because that’s their babysitter. It gross. Dustin’s happy because it’s his big brother. 😌

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[sllooney]

Same here, anon. In fact, I may be re-reading the entire thing just now. It’s that good!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Prism is such a satisfying mindfuck. I've seemed to develop the same routine for reading it

1)frantically open it when I get notified a new chapter posted

2) speed read because I MUST know what happens

3) sit with emotions and variations of "goddamn. That was good"

4) re read to actually let all of the beautifully written prose and subtleties sink in

5) be in awe again.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

You're so sweet, thank you so much 😭😭😭 I love that you take the time to re-read it.

[azrielgreen]

Happy Valentines to the fic idea created in the beautiful mind of @thorniest-rose and on this day, I wrote a very rough 1k of it and sent it to her. From there, joint obsession and schemes spiralled into what is now well over 500k, so happy birthday Prism, very fitting to have such a dramatic birthday.

[st-loveconfessions]

@thorniest-rose is not only a great writer and a wonderful person, but she’s a breath of fresh air for how she approaches certain tropes in her writing. The steddie fandom is lucky to have her 🩶

@thorniest-rose

[mixsethaddams]

Ok so I’m doing that thing for my mental health where I’m reflecting on one positive thing from each day so this is today’s.

Last night I dreamed I was in a garden with my friends on a nice day. No one was saying anything, we were all just there together sitting in some grass. It was the best dream ever. So now I’m spending my Sunday evening reading through some of their writings and I ✨highly recommend✨ everyone else does the same.

🖤

@eddywoww @azrielgreen @thorniest-rose @lexirosewrites @fayefayefaye90

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[icallhimjoey]

You read Oonionchiver too??

Or....

You're Oonionchiver?....

i love– CAPITAL L!

i LOVE oonionchiver – i gobble up every single thing @azrielgreen releases into the universe, and to say ive been obSESSED with her collab with @thorniest-rose (also a fucking stunning writer) since they started posting together is a reaaaaaaaal understatement

[steddieas-shegoes]

whatcha reading?

I'm starting a tag thing that's also gonna be a bit of a constant fic rec!

Basically, if you're tagged, all you need to do is post a fic you're currently reading or one you've read recently that you loved. It can be a WIP or completed, a one-shot, a series, anything! Bonus points if you can also tag the author on here so they know you're sharing the love (there's no actual point system here). Put why you love(d) it if you want to!

I'll start with this series that I've finally caught up on:

Between Worlds Series by Paryton (I don't see a tumblr linked in their notes but if anyone knows if they're here, please let me know!)

The first part is rated T, the next two parts are rated M. The third part is a WIP and it is INCREDIBLE. The concept is unique and beautifully done. The angst is the perfect level, the plot is adjusted perfectly, and the characterization is *chefs kiss*. It's a long read, but it is such a smooth story and worth every moment.

I'm gonna tag some people, but no pressure to do it. Or if you haven't read anything you want to recommend lately, but still want to share, feel free to just tag some people in the replies!

@zerokrox-blog @rozzieroos @simplebtromance @sidekick-hero @legitcookie @flowercrowngods @estrellami-1 @steves-strapcollection @every-aj-needs-an-angel @dauntlessdiva @nburkhardt @scoops-stevie @weirdandabsurd42 @emchant3d @thorniest-rose @tattooedbats @mx-jinxous @mrsjellymunson

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*his tall purple guy looking ass is just skulking around looking hella sketchy*

~ @the-thorniest-fruitiest-rose

ew, what the fuck ?

[mochinomnoms]

Hi hi friend,

If it is not too much trouble I would like to make a request for your event? I think I would like Floyd with prompt 14- “I'd rather have the thorniest, pesticide ridden roses grow in my mouth before I'd ever admit having any sort of affection for them!”

They/them for Yuu is fine with me, I was thinking romantic? Where maybe it's obvious to everyone but Yuu how requited their feelings are.

I've really liked reading your writing and hope you continue to have fun doing it (♡°▽°♡)

floyd leech x gn!reader [tags] – fluff, mutual pining [wc} – 3,659 prompt 14: “I'd rather have the thorniest, pesticide ridden roses grow in my mouth before I'd ever admit having any sort of affection for them!” note - hahahahahhahahahahaha i did not mean to write so much but i went a little buckwild and i think floyd deserves to be allowed to be soft sometimes a floral inconvenience

Lavender roses - Introduced in 1900, lavender roses represent love at first sight. They’re often given to someone to convey that the giver was immediately smitten and fell in love. 

You’d decided to attend a karaoke event the Mostro Lounge was hosting to introduce the new spring menu. It was meant to be a nice, relaxing hangout with your friends from Heartslaybul as you listened to your friends attempt to show off their mediocre singing skills. 

Ace was in an especially good mood, happy to tease you as you waved happily at Floyd, who’d returned your affections. 

“Oi, oi, oiiiiiii, Prefect? When you gonna say something? Kinda tired of dealing with you puking petals every—OW!”

You snorted as Deuce smacked Ace upside the head, muttering about him being an asshole. 

“Leave them alone Ace, unless you want to be collared for harassing a member of the student body?” Riddle reprimanded, giving Ace a harsh glare as he turned to you instead. 

“You can ignore him, Prefect, you don’t have to say anything to that good-for-nothing merman! I’m sure you could do much better anyways.”

You chuckled, enjoying the soft banter between the group. It was particularly nice seeing Riddle interact more casually with his peers, even if you weren’t able to convince him to sing with you. 

“Are you sure you do want to go up with me?” You pouted leaning in close to the red-headed housewarden. “I’ll even let you pick the song—”

“Out of the question.”

You sighed, resting against the plush cushions of the booth while Ace and Deuce bicker about which song would be better for a duet. This was nice. 

It was nice, up until Floyd decided to take part in the festivities. Somehow he’d snuck behind you and Riddle, snatching up your friend with a gleeful cackle as he screeched. 

“FLOYD! PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT—”

“Nah, it’s fine Goldfishie, I need ya for just a sec!”

Floyd placed Riddle in a seat, front and center at the stage, as he climbed up. The cool blue spotlight suited Floyd’s features as he grinned. 

Picking up the mic from its stand, Floyd announced, “Alright! This song is for my favorite little fishie in the whole entire school, so you all better enjoy it!”

You expected him to start singing a silly pop song, one with high energy and beats. Or one that became a meme on Magicam last week, something about flamingos and turning pink. 

Instead, the upbeat, suave tunes of a familiar song started playing. A familiar love song. 

“Is…is this ABBA?”

“Who?” Cater asked, recording the scene with a stifling giggle as Riddle turned redder and redder in embarrassment (and most likely rage) as Floyd continued to serenade him. 

“This is ‘Lay Your Love’ by BABA, a classic from the 80s—”

“No it’s called ABBA back home—wait, WHY IS FLOYD SINGING A LOVE SONG TO RIDDLE!?”

Your screech startled the surrounding tables, drawing attention that you were too jealous to focus on. Floyd made eye contact with you, hearing your yelling. Continuing to sing—quite nicely you’d hate to admit—the eel mer winked and smirked, drawing an ire that you didn’t know you had. 

“What the hell? Floyd!” With the vindication of a scorned lover, you stomped to the stage and swiped the microphone from Floyd’s hands. 

“Floyd, what are you doing?” you spoke into the mic, glaring daggers at the tall beanpole of an eel turned man, who looked unbothered at your angry presence.

Floyd took the mic back and answered, “I’m trying to win my mate back—DON’T GO WASTING—”

“What mate?” You yanked the mic back while Floyd followed suit, though this time you kept both hands on. It became a tugging match as you both tried speaking into the mic before the other took it back. 

“Goldfishie.” You could hear Riddle scream at that. 

“Riddle’s not your mate! I’m your mate—” You snapped your mouth shut, the mic feedback and your last words echoing through the lounge, mocking you. 

Floyd had a large, smug grin on his face, his sharp teeth gleaming under the bright lights of the stage. You were now very aware of the packed lounge, and of the students spectating. 

The mic was slowly pulled back to Floyd, who gleefully asked “Oh~ Say that again?”

“Nuh-uh.” 

You shook your head furiously, trying to pull back in order to run off and curl into a hole from embarrassment. Floyd’s grip on the mic and your hands tightened, preventing your escape. 

“That’s fiiine,” Floyd pulled out a small device from his pocket, lightly tapping it on the mic. “I have it riiiight ‘ere.” 

Suddenly, a recording of your voice looped into the mic: 

“I’m your mate—I’m your mate—I’m your mate—”

He recorded it. 

“Oh my god…” You looked at Floyd in horror, who was still grinning ear to ear, like a cat that got the mouse. 

“HehehehehehahahAHAHA!” Floyd’s giggle turned into a cackle as he launched at you, mic and recorder abandoned on the floor. Between the ear-splitting squeal of the mic hitting the ground and a 6’2” man tackling you, there was little time for you to defend yourself as your lips clashed, teeth clattering against one another from the brute force.

His long arms wrapped themselves tightly around your waist, dipping you down dramatically as he broke your kiss to instead leave wet kisses on your cheeks, nose, forehead, and every other piece of skin not covered by clothes. 

Ace and Cater’s cackles could be heard amongst the now growing laughter, whistles, and jeers of the crowd. You think you could even make out someone yelling at your two to get a room. 

“—off the stage! Get off the stage, both of you!” 

Ah, it was Azul. Who was stomping over the shoo you both off the stage, giving Floyd a particularly harsh whack on the head with his staff. 

“Ow, fuck that hurt!” Floyd whined, scooping you up with his left hand and cradling you to his chest. “Cool it Azul, don’t harsh my vibe—”

“I don’t care! Go make out in your room! This is a lounge not a brothel!”

“Fiiiiiine,” Floyd adjusted his grip to instead throw you over his shoulder, amused by how limp you’d gone in his grasp. “Come on Shrimpy! I got something fun in mind~”

His sentence and teasing tone made you flush, images of you and him in bed flashing through your mind. 

“W-wait, Floyd, what are we gonna do?”

“You’ll see, ahahahehe!” Floyd’s giggled echoed through the hallway as he quickened his pace. It was only a few minutes before you realized that you two had made it to the dormitory halls. 

Floyd kicked open his door, the hinges squeaking from the force. He marched over to his bed, grabbing at your waist to no doubt throw you on it before pausing. 

“Oh yeah.” Like a sudden realization hitting him, Floyd grabbed the corner of his bedsheets and shook them, clothing, books, and crumbs no doubtedly flying off. 

Once satisfied, Floyd hummed and once again grabbed your waist, this time committing to throwing you on the bed, which bounced under you. 

“AaaAaaAAAah—FLOYD!” You yelped, face turning redder as Floyd caged you to the bed. He looked at you with a hungry expression, licking his lips at the sight of you. 

“Wait-wait Floyd, gimme a sec—” you stammered, crawling backwards until your back hit the headboard. “—this is all very very sudden, I—wait!”

Floyd crawled after you, trapping you with his long arms, leaning down until his lips were lingering over yours. You shut your eyes in anticipation, waiting for his hands to grab at your clothes and tear them off. 

A soft, tender meeting of the lips. Floyd pressed his mouth against yours, swiping his tongue into your mouth, to which you returned with flustered confusion. The kiss was with such gentleness that you had to open your eyes to confirm that it was indeed Floyd kissing you. 

Olive and yellow eyes were closed, a blissful smile on his lips as he broke your kiss, instead pressing almost chaste pecks to your cheeks, down, your neck, and over your shirt where your heart was beating away. 

Floyd pressed his right ear to your chest, listening to the increasingly rapid pounding against your rib cage. His arms moved from trapping you against the bed to trapping you against his body, wrapping around your back and tightening while his lanky legs tangled between yours. 

You weren’t sure what to do with your own hands, once he had settled laying on you. Hesitantly, you reached to lace them through his hair, pushing the strands back to get a better view of his peaceful face. Admittedly, seeing Floyd in such a state, blissful and sweet, was beautiful. 

His smile grew slightly as you combed through his hair, nuzzling his nose into your chest. Into your heart really. 

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” Floyd opened his yellow eye, gleaming at you in amusement. “I just wanted to cuddle, did ya have somethin’ else in mind? Haha!”

He moved to prop up his chin, smirking at you as he teased, “Didn’t think ya had sucha dirty mind, if you wanna ‘do it’, all you had to do was ask—”

You shoved his face back into your chest looking away in embarrassment, feeling his giggles vibrate through you. 

“Shut up, ugh!” You pouted, grumbling, “You set me up! Ugh! How’d you even know that would work?”

“I heard you.”

“Huh?”

“Talkin’ to Lil Goldfishie,” Floyd moved so that instead of laying on top of you, he was curled into your side with his head nestled at the crook of your neck. “When you got the flower sickness.” 

You looked at him with shock. That conversation with Riddle happened nearly three months ago in between classes. 

Specifically, it happened a few weeks after winter break, when you were catching up Riddle to your “adventure” in Scarabia, after which small lavender roses started blooming along your freckles, their thorns scratching your skin.

“And then, he launched us waaaaaay into the desert!” You animatedly waved your arms around as you recounted your fiasco over winter break. “We were trapped, but then Kalim used his unique magic to fill a dry riverbed with water and then!”

Riddle raised a brow at you as you began gigging with a soft blush. “Jade and Floyd had to turn into their merforms, so me and Kalim had to hold on to his back, but when I wrapped my arms around his chest, and he held my hand to steady me! ”

Your friend rolled his eyes as you started to silently squealed in your seat, sighing.

“Are you going to finish? I have better things to do than listen to you babble about Floyd of all people. Honestly,” Riddle huffed, “I don’t understand what you see in that riffraff!”

“He’s not a riffraff!” You quipped, frowning as you crossed your arms. “He’s actually really sweet if you give him the time of day, Floyd just likes being able to have fun with others you know!”

“Even then, his mood swings don’t terrify you? He gets rather violent sometimes.” Riddle took a sip of his tea as you shook your head. 

“No, I mean if you just go with the flow it’s fine, plus that just makes him more exciting to be around! Plus we’ve been getting closer ever since Azul’s overblot…”

You smiled softly as you looked down at your lap, fondness growing in your heart like blooms on a warm spring day. 

“He can actually be quite sweet, once you get to know him…you just have to give him a chance.”

The two of you remained quiet, the only coming from the distant chatter of other students in the more populated areas of the guest lounge.

“I’m safe to assume then that he is the reason you’ve started sprouting the roses?”

Your soft pink blush deepened as you nodded, picking at the small flower that began blooming on your cheek. 

“Yeah…”

“When will you confess, then?” You looked at Riddle in shock, who seemed confused at your distress. “What? It’s obvious that you have strong feelings for him, and even I notice how especially clingy he is around you.”

You shook your head, stuttering, “Well, yeah but that’s—”

“I’ve even heard him refer to you by name, he only does that with Jade and Azul you know?”

“You don’t understand Riddle.” You tried to interject, growing more flustered by the second. “I don’t think I could—”

Riddle continued, “As much as I disapprove, it does seem that you two genuinely bring out the best in each other, he does seem softer when you’re around—”

“Oh my—Riddle, stop—”

“—And you’ve gotten more outspoken, I remember how shy you were—”

“I’m begging you—”

“—Besides, according to the Queen of Heart’s rule number 478, any romantic feelings must be confessed approximately 12 days upon their discovery or the individual in question obligated to deny—”

“I said stop, Riddle!” You yelled at the top of your lungs before choking on rather large bouquet of lavender roses. Leaves and petals fluttered all around you as you continued to let out rough coughs, phlegm and saliva making a mess. 

Your yell startled the red-head so much that he simply started at you with a red face and thinned lips, too shocked to properly yell back at you for raising your voice indoors. 

Instead, he carefully placed his tea cup on the table between you two, folded his hands in his lap, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. You on the other hand, peaked around the dividers separating your nook from the rest of the lounge. 

Ace and Deuce looked over in concern as you continued to cough out more roses, walking over before you shook your head and gave them a thumbs up before shooing them away and turning back to Riddle. 

“...sorry Riddle.” You whispered, looking at him nervously. “I didn’t mean to yell, don’t be mad?”

“It’s…fine.” He replied with a strained voice, taking a final inhale before opening his eyes again and making eye contact. “You shouldn’t have yelled, and I shouldn’t have pushed.”

Riddle sighed, relaxing into the soft lounge chair. Though he would deny when asked, the chair that he helped you pick for the guest room was is favorite spot to sit in, as it surprising comfortable. 

“May I ask why you refused? It’s quite obvious to anyone that you care for him immensely, for some forsaken reason, and I would even say it’s quite mutual.”

You avoided eye contact as he resumes sipping from his tea, a lemon tea with 2 sugar cubes for his post meal tea. 

“Yeah…that’s what the other first-years say too. Even Jade’s been dropping hints on mer courtship gifts.”

“Then? What’s stopping you? 

A pregnant pause was in the air as you open and closed your mouth, attempting to figure out what it was that scared you. 

“What if…he gets bored?” 

Riddle furrowed his eyebrows as he leaned in, barely able to hear you. 

“What if he what?” He sighed, a bit irritated. “Speak up Prefect, I know you can, you just did earlier.”

You groaned out, “What if he gets bored with me? I’m fun and interesting now, yeah!”

Your friend watched, and you began pacing around the room, holding his head in his hand as he watched and listened to you vent. 

“I’m just a silly little magicless human that got transported from another world! Big whoop! What happens when that novelty wears off? You've heard him, he only likes to do things that are fun and interesting to him, but I won’t always be fun and interesting, eventually he’ll get used to me and get bored.”

You turned to look at Riddle with a teary-eyed, but firm look. “He’s get bored and leave me. I can’t handle that! So I just won’t be with him. In fact, I'd rather have the thorniest, pesticide ridden roses grow in my mouth before I'd ever admit having any sort of affection for him!”

Your voice began to crack as you stated your final sentence, snapping your mouth shut before you got begun crying. Riddle stood up and walked over to grasp your shoulders, looking at you with an understanding smile. 

“The sort of person that would abandon a lover simply because they’re bored never deserved one in the first place.” 

Riddle hummed in agreement as you sqeaked out a ‘really?’, giving you a soft pat on your shoulder. 

“Of course, I can’t say I don’t understand your hesitance, Floyd is…Floyd, after all. However, he is not my friend, you are. If you choose to forfeit your right to confess, then so be it.”

You smiled as he dragged you back to your seats, giggling as he continued, “I personally would say it’s no lost on your part, he’s not exactly the most prime candidate for your life partner should you be stuck here in Twisted Wonderland, may I suggest one of the many more suitable providers?”

“Pfft-like who? You?” you cackled as Riddle looked at you in mild horror. 

“Oh dear, of course not! I admire you as a friend, but I have much stricter standards for a partner.” He snapped his fingers in revelation. “Perhaps Ace or Deuce, you are rather close to them—”

“Ewwwww, pass. They’re like annoying brothers!” 

Riddle snorted before covering it up with a cough. “True. Trey?”

“If you’re just going to suggest your dorm members, maybe we should switch the conversation to something else.”

“Well I think my dorm produces only the best and most gentlemanly mages of all of NRC, so excuse me if I’m simply trying to give you the best options!” 

You and Riddle shared some laughter, a flash of teal catching the corner of your eye. But you saw nothing, so instead you focused back on Riddle as he began recounting his own winter break activities.

You remained quiet as you processed your thoughts, finding the lilac ceiling to be particularly interesting. 

Floyd also stayed quiet, still curled into your side as he breathed in your scent. You’re sure that with all of the flowers you’d started coughing up in the last few minutes, you smelled strongly of the lavender roses. 

“You know…I was gettin’ real mad when you wouldn’t confess to me.” Floyd whined, propping his head up with his hand to look at you and your pink face. 

“I thought it would be nice to get a cute confession out of my little shrimp,” He pinched your nose and forced you to look at him. “It be real fun! Like those cringy romcoms landfolk like so much!”

You replied, nasally due to your pinched nose, “Wait, is that why Jade was telling me about mer courting methods?”

“Haha! Yeah, I was hopin’ that you’d bring me a pretty seashell or somethin’ cute so Icould make fun of ya for later.”

You let out an indigent huff, smacking Floyd’s hand away as he laughed. 

“Really? So what made you change your mind?”

“Hearing ya talk to Goldfishie. It pissed me off that you’d think I’d toss you out like humans at sea with their trash.”

Floyd’s tone changed, looking  visibly annoyed as he continued. 

“Mers mate for life, and I wouldn’t choose someone I’d get bored with.” He sat up as his mood continued to sour. “It pissed me off, and it hurt, that my Little Shrimpy would think about me like that.”

“Oh, Floyd,” you sat up with him, guilt seeping in your bones as you looked at his angry face. Though, with the small tears forming in his eyes, Floyd looked more frustrated than anything. 

“I’m sorry, I-I didn’t think—it didn’t occur to me that you felt the same—”

“Well I do, and it’s not fair to me that you wouldn’t even give me a chance.” The way Floyd said that so matter of factly made you snap your mouth shut again, looking down at your lap instead. 

“I’m…sorry, Floyd. I wish I could make it up to you—”

Floyd interrupted, moody demeanor brightening suddenly. “No worries, I got just the solution!”

Crawling over back to you so that your back met the headboard again, Floyd grinned maliciously at your curled form. 

“Say it.”

“Huh?”

“Say it. Those three little words.” Floyd held up three fingers to emphasize his point. “The ones that will make all those little flower go right away, the ones you need to say to me.”

You stiffened, leaning away from Floyd as he leaned in. “I don’t know if I can—”

“Say it, Y/N.” The use of your name startled your attention back to his face. He looked unusually serious, peering his heterochromic eyes into your own. If you didn’t know any better, you could’ve mistaken him for his twin. 

You whispered, prolonging the inevitable, “What happened to Shrimpy?”

“Shrimpy was Shrimpy, but now your Y/N. And Y/N is Y/N…”

The two of you shared a smile as the distance between you two continued to close. You couldn’t remember what was so pressing earlier, why you were so anxious when the yellow eye of the man in front of you produced nothing but adoration from your heart. 

“Please…” From the uncharacteristic soft murmur to the eyes darting down to your lips and back to your eyes, Floyd drew you back in with a hypnotic ease that only the most alluring of mythical creatures could even hope to imitate. 

The two of you leaned in as you placed a hand on his chest, his own left hand coming to cradle your own. 

You craned your head back to hover your lips under his, uttering the words you swore to never let leave your mouth. 

“I-I…love you, Floyd Leech.”

A single lavender rose grew between your palms, as two longing hearts met as one.

[2jihiir0]

✨ Prism ✨ fanart commissioned by @ghostdeb

This piece was an absolute joy to work on since this is one of my favourite scenes from my favourite fic EVER from @azrielgreen and @thorniest-rose 🖤🌈✨🖤✨🌈✨🖤 thank you so much for this beautiful and haunting fairytale !!!

And I hope that wherever he is the little one is safe and sound ✨~

Read it here !!!

[stervrucht]

I'm so excited for the return of Prism by @thorniest-rose and @azrielgreen that I drew my interpretation of Eddie's tattoo (I low-key want this now)💕✨

[cecilsrandomeverything]

Who will be the Morticia to my Gomez?? I may not have a mustache yet, but my love is as deep and violent as the Mariana Trench; I would cut the heads off of the thorniest roses and gift you a box of chocolates shimmering green with arsenic powder. You have my sword, my dear, as well as my heart, though I do suggest you take that particular present soon, as the blood seems to be seeping through the box…. ❤️

[mycurrentbrainrot]

He's a glittering, gorgeous thing, catches the light and splits it. Uniquely bright and far, far beyond compare. He's a prism.

Like I said before, I'm OBSESSED with @azrielgreen 's and @thorniest-rose 's dark and twisted and beautiful fic Prism. It's brilliantly written, though if you haven't read it yet, please read the tags and warnings - it's not your typical cute and fluffy fic.