Sweater and nothing else weather ❤️
WeIl have been simping over Kirishima a lot lately
You get home from work, and it felt like the day was going on forever. To the point where you just want to lay down in bed and cuddle with your manly man, Kirishima. You walk through the door and instantly go to the bedroom. You take your work clothes off, and put on a fluffy sweater and pajama shorts. Kirishima walks through the door all sweaty, because of the mission he was on. You walk to him, of course, and he smiles when he sees you in your comfy clothes. “Hey pebble. How was your day?” You groan in annoyance, because just the thought of the long day makes you exhausted.
“It felt like it took forever. It was so slow, that all I wanted to do was to cuddle by my manly man.” He smiles and picked you up. You giggle at his cuteness. “Before we do cuddle, you should shower.” He gasps, acting offeneded. “Are you saying that I’m gross? I thought you loved my cuddles.” You smile and shake your head at his goofiness. You run your fingers through his hair. “If you don’t shower, I’m not making you hot chocolate.” Kirishima smiles. “Fine. I’ll go.” He kisses your cheek and goes to the bathroom to shower.
You started to make your famous hot chocolate. You loved to make it for everyone. In fact, it is so good, that Bakugo even likes it and he is really hard to please. While making it, Kirishima back hugs you. “Mmmm something smells good. Is that the y/n’s famous hot chocolate?” He whispers in your ear, causing you to smile at his statement. “Yes it is. Does the boulder want any snacks?” He smirks and bites your shoulder, causing you to let out a gasp of surprise. “You will be my snack, little pebble.” You try to get him off by squatting down. “Let go shark teeth.” He releases you. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” You pour the hot chocolate into mugs. “Here you go, shima.”
Each of you sit down on the couch and talk about your days. While he was talking about the epic battle with Bakugo, you feet got cold, so you decided to put them on his side. “Bakugo got really strong afterwa- AHHH! Your feet are freezing.” Kirishima looks at your with wide eyes. “I know. I just wanted to see how you would react.” You get up. “I’ll get socks.” You go to the bedroom to grab some fluffy socks. When you walk back, Kirishima smiles. “Aren’t you so cute. My pebble looks so cuddly and huggable.” He puts his mug down and tackles you to the couch.
You squeal and he nuzzles your neck, causing you to giggle, because it tickled a bit. “Shima, get off.” He looks down at you, showing his shark teeth. “My theory was right. My y/n is super cuddly. You are now my human pillow.” He lays his head on your chest. You run your fingers through his hair. “Your a literal child Kirishima. Also, I thought you were my pillow.” You pout at him. Kirishima squishes you by wrapping his arms around your waist. “Well either way, I will attack you with love.” You try to push him off, but he didn’t budge. “Baby, I have to put the mugs in the sink.” “But, I don’t want to.” You think for a bit and smirk. You squeeze his side and he rolls off of you. “Ha ha I win.” You quickly grab the mugs and run to the kitchen, putting them in the sink. “I’m gonna get you, little pebble.”
Time to run. You be cautious of running in the kitchen, because the socks are slippery. Kirishima picks you up and takes you to the bedroom. He tackles and attacks you with tickles. “nononono Kiri n-no!” You become a laughing mess and he stops. “I win now.” He leans down and kisses you in a loving way. You smile and say, “this just made my day a lot better.” Kirishima gives you an eskimo kiss. “I’ll do anything to make a bad day, better.”
I am sharing a house with some friends. It’s some condo or townhouse in a nice neighborhood. It’s very clean and tidy. The buildings are really nice in whites with dark brown trim. There are manicured grassy knolls around the buildings. The streets are paved with sidewalks and streetlights. Everything is clean and taken care of. Everything is just …. nice.
It had been raining for a long time, so the normally clean everything around was clean and glistening wetly, giving it all a surreal sort of look. The sky was overcast and the light hazy and shadowless. The main road coming through the neighborhood was sloped. Just past the place I was in it had a sharp T intersection with a road that ran alongside a grassy overflow canal. Clear-ish waster was flowing down the roadway and over the small embankment into the slowly-moving water in the canal. It was like an asphalt stream running between the buildings.
I amused myself by thinking how funny it would be to see a car washed down that stream and into the canal, driving along in the water then splooshing into the canal like some sort of discarded soda can.
A moment later, a silver car comes rushing down the street, in the sheet of running water, going much faster than the water could ever hope to move it. It launched into the berm at the canal then bunny-hopped into the deep water.
Just as some people floated up from the half-submerged car I noticed there was other stuff in the canal. One was what looked like a bright orange backhoe, flipped upside down and almost fully submerged. There were more people swimming in the water, wearing bright safety vests. I think the car that went into the water was a police car. It’s now a rescue.
I go back inside from the balcony overlooking the canal drama. My friends, all college aged and wearing hip clothing, have all gathered up in the main room to discuss dinner. There’s four or five of us in total. No one really knows what we should have. The suggestions pile up. Calzones? Pizza? Everything sounds really good at the moment. I realize one friend isn’t really paying attention to the rest of us or the menu items. He’s in a bright red shirt, as we have come to expect from him, and he’s snuggled up to a girl on one of the smaller white couches in the room.
The rain has stopped and I head outside for some fresh air. I’m barefoot, but it doesn’t matter. Everything is so well kept and clean there’s no danger at all of treading on anything that could hurt. The weather is always perfect and I never get cold or hot.
I never bothered to wear shoes at all.
It takes a few minutes to walk all the way around the block, and I head back to the townhouse. Something is different about it. It feels darker, and less inviting. I only pace halfway along the sidewalk leading to the door and stare at the balcony. No lights are on. The curtains are closed. I call out briefly, but there is no reply or movement. The place seems abandoned. I backstep some to the sidewalk alongside the street. Movement catches my eye. Up the road I notice two people hugging and walking with each other. I can’t tell if it’s my friend in the red shirt or someone else. They have different hair. It’s longer, in punk spikes sticking upwards, but also frizzy.
I suddenly feel extremely lonely and alone.
I aimlessly wander around the neighborhood. Something catches my attention to break my mood. I thought I saw something half buried in the soil under some hedges. I toed at the soil to feel something hard. It’s white. A … piece of metal or plastic? Oh, no. It’s just a root. The feelings and emotions return and I start walking a little faster. I head out of the neighborhood.
I found my way to a small strip mall that was near the neighborhood. It’s on a busier street with more traffic and people walking around. I look at the shops and pass a few, then find one in particular and head inside. It’s a shoe store, just really small. There’s maybe one or two display racks with shoes on them, and some stuff on the walls, but that’s really all there is room for in the place. Just my presence and the shopkeeper fill it out. Even so, there’s plenty of room to walk around without bumping into anything. The shopkeeper is a round, dark-skinned man. He’s dressed in some modern hip-hop style and reminds me of some non-famous rapper who is trying to live incognito. He’s actually really friendly and nice in greeting me.
I tell him that I want to buy some shoes. He helps me into a chair and we both looks at my feet. Sine I hadn’t been wearing shoes my feet were very dirty, just from picking up dust from walking, and also from digging in the soil under the hedges earlier. I apologize and try to stand up to leave, but he says not to worry. It’s all good. He vanished for a moment in the darkness of the shop. That’s when I realize there are no lights on inside the place. It’s only lit by the light coming in through the large glass window and door at the front. He returns with a pair of soft grey shoes which looks like a cross between slippers and sports sneakers. They look very expensive, but I try one on anyway. Surprisingly, it feels very comfortable. It’s much softer than I expected. The man checks the fit and tells me it’s a great fit, if I want it. I take a closer look at it and realize it’s actually one size larger than I normally wear, but the fit does feel fantastic. I agree to buy them, no matter the price.
But I notice there is an issue. The one I didn’t try on is a different size and is a slightly different shoe. While both are grey, one is darker and has black accents that the other doesn’t. The man looks slightly concerned and takes it and vanishes into the darkness again. He returns a moment later with a matching shoe.
It turns out I have a hell of a lot of money in an account someplace. I pull out some kind of credit card that has some glowing 3D stuff floating over it in oranges and reds. It’s a link to an account someplace, and the account shows an enormous amount of money. The man is impressed. I shouldn’t be buying these shoes with an account like that. I should be buying entire countries. I thank the man and leave the shop, wearing the soft shoes.
It is time for me to leave.
I am going to be walking a long distance, now. I’m going to walk to the next city, a few dozen miles away. The shoes are going to keep my feet happy in the hard concrete of the city. From there I can catch some transportation out of the area.
I don’t have any friends in this place, anymore.
I don’t have any reason to stay.
Happy Autumn everyone!! Welcome be the season that reminds us to let go of the parts of us that no longer serve us, and that is okay to get some rest in order to stand up again, with new leaves growing of wisdom and strenght.
Blessed be your souls!
Hyde’s Mill, Ridgeway by Brandon Erdman
Studying in bed bc it’s cold☁️
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I have been offline a lot but my morning tea reminded me to appreciate all the wonderful and kind people I met on here so I’ll take some time today 🧡