Sep 17, 2025
Baller.
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Baller.
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demo: engie, why do you get the firefly everything they ask for?
medic: ja, you know they'll only ask for more matches
engie: ok, ok listen. i know i shouldn't indulge pyro so much, but how can you say no to a face like that?
pyro: *an attempt at a puppy face that turns out to be just staying completely still and staring*
demo:
medic:
demo: right, how could you say no
“i think i swallowed a star.” it turned my veins to dust. my head hurts like fire/embers/charcoal. i remember the constellations in the sky. the smoke from the barbecue next door.
i think i swallowed a fly. my mouth tastes like iron. like ive been chewing quarters. my throat burns with poems/lyrics/good mornings i never told. i remember the way it bit me, inside and out. the way it itched.
i think i swallowed a cigarette. my hands began to shake. i always hated the nicotine buzz/burn/pull. i remember the way she bought them in bulk. the smoke made my eyes water.
i think i swallowed someone elses heart. ive got to many memories in my head. too many anecdotes to ever form a full story. i dont remember much/anything/nothing. i shouldve kept my mouth shut.
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@sidespromptblog
Inspired by their promt on dee having his own garden! Hope you enjoy
((ik i said 2 hours i just kept getting distracted))
Felix peered into the cardboard refrigerator box, slightly startled at it's contents.
Two boys huddled together on a rug that lay at the bottom of the soggy box, shivering from the cold rain that poured overhead.
On the right was a small, lanky teen who wore a t- shirt and ripped shorts, his sneakers looked like they'd fall apart at any moment.
Small strands of dirty blond hair poked out from the rim of his beanie, it covered his eyes completely.
On his left was another, slightly thicker built boy, donned in a sweater and soaked jeans.
He was wearing socks and sandals.
His arm was draped over his eyes, covering them and concealing most of his spiky ginger hair.
"Uh, you fellas alright?"
The one in the hat jumped, making a startled noise.
"O-oh, yes we're alright," he laughed nervously, his voice had a slight southern drawl to it.
"We just don't have the best living conditions, haha!"
The heavy repetitive whacking of the punching bag as Felix slammed his fist into it over and over was soothing almost.
That event had happened almost four years ago, as he let his mind wander back to it.
He placed his calloused palm on the swinging bag and halted it, bringing his knuckles up to his mouth and licking off the blood, relishing in the sting and taste of copper.
Behind him in the hallway, a door opened creakily and his eyes shifted instinctively without turning his head.
Shuffling, followed by a thump and laughter.
He sighed. Snorky had tripped.
Grabbing boxing tape off the table, he began wrapping it around his bruised hands while he walked out of the training room.
Snorky lay on all fours on the ground, rubbing his nose bitterly beneath his thin framed glasses.
His hair was grey and came down in curls, contrasted by his deep brown skin and piercing blue eyes.
Felix sighed again and held out his hand, gripping Snorky's tightly and pulling him and his weight up swiftly.
They knew eachother only by codenames, protecting their families so in case of an accident nobody could be targeted.
Being in a gang promptly named "The Banana Splits" has its ups and downs.
"You never watch out for that catch," one from the kitchen called.
He poked his spiky haired head out the doorway, grinning broadly with his small tooth gap and sunglasses partly obscuring his freckles.
"You get it 'vry time," his brother responded from the couch.
Bingo and Drooper were twins.
While one in the kitchen was ginger, freckle adorned and pale, the other was deep tan and blond.
"Step ovr'it."
His drawl rolled off his tongue easily, smoothly as butter.
"Farm boy charm," as Snork called it.
What stood out about the rest was their glasses.
Felix was the only one who didn't need them.
The twins had sensitive eyes, and Snorky was flat out just fucking blind-
But Felix was fine.
Except, while Drooper would occasionally take his off to clean as they doubled as a prescription, nobody had ever seen Bingos eyes.
Felix shook himself from his thoughts, his hat ears flopping.
"It's late. Snork;" he called, tossing a backpack toward the round teen and nearly knocked him off his feet with it.
"Head home while there's still light."
He nodded and swung it over his shoulders, giving a two finger salute as he jogged out the door.
He didn't talk much, or really at all.
Only a few words now and then and otherwise he was dead silent.
"You two head to bed as well," he muttered, grabbing his phone up off the coffee table.
"I'm going to the dome."
"Sleep well Fleeg!" Bingo barked toothily at him.
It was cold and damp outside, as Felix swung up his legs over the windowsill.
While Snorky left out the front door, where Fleegle slept was lead by the fire escape.
Boots against metal, the ringing sounds were always very pleasant.
Top of the apartment building was a large glass dome, used partially as a greenhouse and a planetarium.
His fingers trailed lightly along the outside, letting his rough palms feel the smooth doorknob from inside his fingerless gloves.
Bingo likes to garden, which is why in various pots there were cacti, flowers, sometimes vegetables.
In the far corner was a hammock where he slept, but Felix walked past it on his way toward the balcony.
No railing, he'd tugged it off months ago. His legs could dangled off over the edge and listen to the city noises.
"There room fer' one more?"
Felix turned his head, furrowing his eyes at Drooper who was grinning at him, his hoodie pulled up over his hair.
"I told you to go to sleep," he scolded as the taller boy sat down beside him.
Drooper scoffed.
"Ain't tired and you know it, Fleeg."
He pulled off his glasses and chewed on the tip, bright emerald like green eyes reflected the street lights below.
Felix could feel his face getting warm as he stared, he only saw the other's eyes on rare occasion.
"Ah, ye're blushin!"
Drooper had caught him, Felix quickly turned away with a scowl as Drooper laughed.
It was a sweet laugh.
"I wish you wouldn't do that;" Fleegle snapped, his cheeks hot now from embarrassment.
Drooper stopped, glasses still between his tongue and his teeth.
"Do what?"
"Make fun of me!"
Felix moved his hands around disgruntledly, frustrated from inability to communicate.
"You do it all the time, but only when it's me and you and I-"
"Make fun of yeh? Fleeg, I'm flirting."
Fleegle snapped his mouth shut immediately and turned back, completely still.
"What?"
Drooper smiled sheepishly, tucking his hands into his hoodie pockets.
"Well, yeah, fer like the past year r' so. You really thought I was makin fun of you?"
He never broke eye contact, Felix practically had to be beet red in the face by now.
"I thought you thought I was stupid."
He blurted out his words and Drooper chuckled quietly.
"That sounds kinda stupid t' me."
"I feel stupid."
Felix rubbed his arms and stared down at his boots, something burned in the back of his throat.
What an idiot.
"It's ok, I-"
He felt the hand on his shoulder and he turned at the speed of light and closed the gap between the two completely.
His lips were so soft and he was kissing him.
Kissinghimkissinghimkissinghim-
Felix pulled back and stared again, his heart racing a million miles a minute.
There was a long pause before the other spoke.
"It's Drew."
Fleegle raised his eyebrows before catching on, stuttering.
"I uh-Fel-it's Felix."
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Title: The Start of Something Beautiful
Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou/Denki Kaminari
Rating: G
Chapters: 1/?
Word count: 571
Summary: Hitoshi Shinsou is certain of two things. Number one, that the hero course students are far more determined in their attempts at starting a friendship than he had initially anticipated. And number two?
That Denki Kaminari is going to be the death of him.
This combo goes crazy.
Sorry guys this fic is going great so far, anytime someone does anything, Kai goes ‘Nya used to do that 😞’ who WROTE THIS (me I did)