#Damn I missed drawing him T^T... It's been so long...

[a-tiny-hypocritexd]

I'm obsessed with Wei Wuxian just wanting to hold Lan Wangji's ribbon X3

[celestie0]

𝗍𝗈𝗃𝗂 𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝗈 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 | 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾 [𝟣𝟪 +]

𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾

ᰔ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗃𝗂 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 (𝖿)

ᰔ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒. 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗂 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗃𝗂 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌.

ᰔ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌/𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌. 𝟣𝟪+, 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗌𝗌-𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗃𝗂

ᰔ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌. 𝟫𝟦𝟤 (𝗅𝗂𝗅 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾)

𝖺/𝗇. 𝗇𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈𝗃𝗂.

you and toji hardly have any moment to yourselves these days. by the time you’re finished cleaning up after dinner and toji’s done feeding megumi his dino chicken nuggets before eventually getting him to sleep, you’re both exhausted and can barely make it through the bedtime routine before falling limp onto your shared bed. it had been maybe longer than a week since you’ve both had any sort of intimacy, but tonight it seemed like the two of you had a little bit of energy to spare.

“mmmph…” you moan, hand gripping at the fabric of toji’s shirt. you were on top of him, lazily laying with your cheek pressed to his clothed chest, as he’s thrusting his hips up and fucking you agonizingly slowly with his strong hands grabbing at the flesh of your ass. he had your panties pulled to the side and silk nightgown bunched up over your hips. “love it…love it, toji…” you’re drawling, head tucked into the crook of his neck, his chin resting on top.

you feel his chest rumble with a noise. “yeah? really missed…fucking your tight little cunt, baby,” he’s groaning, giving you a firm pinch to the side of your hip that makes you gasp. you’re practically drooling on his chest, causing a damp spot on his shirt that’s soaking through to his skin. “wish i could just use you like this all day long. my little fuck doll.”

“mm you can...you can use me like this all day long,” you’re mumbling the permission, moving your hips to get some speed on toji’s thrusts but he draws his hand back and gives you a harsh slap to your ass.

“calm down. and i can’t, since you’re always so fuckin’ busy with megumi during the day,” he grumbles as he lifts your hips up so he’s almost entirely out of you, save for the tip, and then slowly pushes you back down onto him again. you’re almost crying.

“toji…cum in me. cum in me please,” you’re begging, grasping at his shirt until it’s wrinkled and ruined, trying to wiggle your hips free of his harsh grasp so you can bounce on him but he won’t budge.

“anytime i’m in you, it’s always ‘cum in me cum in me’ right away. when'd you get so impatient?” he starts to shallowly pump into you. “let me just fuck you for a damn minute,” he’s groaning, “needy little whore.”

you gasp, lifting your head up to look at him with narrowed eyes, and slap at his chest. “don’t call me that.” you hated when he called you a whore. slut was fine, but whore made your skin crawl.

his chest rumbles with a deep chuckle. “but isn’t that what you are? look at yourself, droolin’ all over me like a puppy. i’m hardly doing anything.”

you moan when he wraps his arms around your waist and starts to fuck upwards more decisively. “god, toji…d-doesn’t matter, mhh, i'm not a...whore.” you fall limp on top of him again, shamelessly doing no work at all in pursuit of your own pleasure as he lazily fucks you with no urgency.

“whatever you say, sweet thing,” he says and presses a kiss to the crown of your head when he hears you whimper. 

“t-toji…” you’re moaning, “will you give me another baby?” 

he lets out a confused huh? in-between his grunting and groaning as he pumps into you faster. “the fuck do you mean, ‘another baby’? the fact i’m fuckin’ you right now is a god given miracle considering that brat’s somehow sleeping through the night so far.” he slows down his pace again, making you squirm in his hold. “and yet you wanna have another one?”

you nod and look up at him from his chest. he looks down at you, his face strained from the pleasure but there’s a softness in his eyes. “mm…yea, i want more babies, toji.” you look at him with a helpless pout as you reach a hand up to cup his face. “put a baby in me. please?”

he’s groaning and you feel him twitch inside of you, his head falling back onto the pillow as his arms that were wrapped around your waist hold you to him even closer and he starts fucking up into you relentlessly. you cover your mouth with your hand to muffle your moans and vaguely register the profanities falling from his mouth until he’s shaking underneath you and his thrusts turn sloppy when you feel his warm cum spilling into you. you gasp from each harsh jut of his hips, and then he’s coming down from the high and breathing heavily. your upper body rises with his chest from every deep breath he takes as you lay on him.

“fuck…” he says it like he’s surprised. “don’t ever beg for me to put a baby in you ever again, unless you’re looking to raise a damn village. i don’t have that kind of self control.”

you smile up at him and give him a kiss on his chin, noticing his stubble. “flip me over please, hafta keep your cum in me for a bit.”

“shhh” he’s hissing at you, his mind going insane at the thought, then flipping you over and pulling out of you. and then there’s a quiet & gentle knock at the door. you both widen your eyes at each other before toji’s hiding you underneath the sheets and pulling his pajama pants up just in time for when the door cracks open, megumi’s little arm stretched up to reach the door handle as he stands at the entrance with his stuffed animal clutched in his other arm.

“daddy, i frew up.”

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𝖺/𝗇. 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽! 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗈𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗅.

[sirenscriptures]

⭒˚‧ POST-WORK OUT ₊˚・⊹ — t. shiba

୨୧ before reading: fem ! reader, no plot necessary, mirror sex, sweaty sex, use of pet/endearment names, praise, creampie, groping, size difference. 1.5k.

⭒˚‧ notes: another reupload from my old blog <3 wanting to get back into tokyo rev since i miss it very very much so enjoy this morsel for now!

Ꮺᥫ᭡ 18+ only. minors and blank/empty blogs DNI ✰⊰

“you’re home early.” you murmur with a smile, eyes remaining fixated on the mirror in front of you.

in the corner of your eye, you could glimpse his large figure step through the doorway of your shared apartment, closing the door behind him with a click.

dressed in nothing but a gym tank top laced with a jacket and sweatpants that still had the faint remnants of sweat from taiju’s evening workout, even a slight glance from you could capture just how big he was.

shit…you may have been good at hiding it by now, but the sight of your bulky, rugged boyfriend coming home like that did so many things to you.

his sharp gaze never truly met with your own, but judging by the sweet smell of your perfume filling the room and the fresh, damp shower smell radiating from your bedroom, he could tell you looked damn good tonight.

you swiped the black eyeliner wand over your waterline, painting a crisp, thin line towards your eyelid. a neat, pointy wing perched at the edge of your eyes now, making your pupils appear brighter.

tossing his jacket to the couch, taiju turned to look at you.

of course, you were dressed in his favorite outfit he bought for you. a lacy top with a sweetheart neckline, a skirt lined with one of his chains, and the sapphire necklace across your chest.

something simple as seeing you so nonchalantly apply your makeup was enough to puncture his mind with so many thoughts.

you were such a distraction to him…the way you were able to erase anything he was thinking about in the moment. but it was one distraction he would never regret submitting to.

the image of him bending you over the vanity you stood in front of, large hand binding your neck as your pretty, teary eyes pleaded up at him for more was all he could picture as he approached you.

it was almost as if the scent of you drew him closer, like some sort of exotic predator luring it’s prey into a trap.

except now, it seemed you were playing the part of the prey in this instance…

before the mascara brush could meet with your eyelashes for a second coating, you felt his hands gingery running up your sides, starting from your hips.

you met his touch with a shiver, glancing at him softly, that darling smile of yours still making his blood rush.

taiju could feel you start to stiffen slightly as his hands snaked up your stomach, then to fondling your breasts. his breath grew rugged and balmy against your neck.

“taiju,” you whine, your lips grazing against his own hungrily.

hearing his name quivering out from your mouth was more addicting than he first expected. his urges to tear into you mercilessly were strong. but, of course, he was a respectful man before he was a monster. especially with those he cared about.

you try not to gasp as he takes you by the chin, drawing you into a kiss. he nearly groans into your mouth as your tongues meet concurrently.

his breath was hot and raucous the more he tasted you, his free hand still groping at your chest.

as he pulled away, the look in his eyes seemed softer than usual. his brow wasn’t furrowed in a rough twist as it often was; it seemed as though he was fully relaxed after your long, deep kisses.

his hand caressed your face, stare completely unbreakable from yours.

“are you ok with this?“ he asks, head gently leaning against your forehead.

you could still hear him slightly panting as he spoke, and looking down, you could see the swelling beginning to form within his sweats.

nodding, you can’t deny or hide the eagerness starting to fire up within you now.

even the slightest thought of him taking you, no matter how many times you two had already done it together, it always managed to make you feel so weak in the knees. it was almost like you were his little puppet in this state, bending completely to his will.

before you can string another thought together, you can feel his erection through the flimsy cloth of his sweats pressing against your ass, his hands messily grabbing at your blouse.

it’s a bit of a tangle before he can get your top off, exposing your upper body to the mirror in front of you. his rough hands run over your breasts favorably, toying with your nipples with a smirk.

“look at yourself, baby,” taiju admires, taking you by the chin again, his gaze pinned to you through your reflection in the mirror.

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty.” he groans, his hips bucking against your soft backside.

you curse under your breath, almost unable to hold yourself together as he tugs your skirt and underwear clean off, fully exposing you now.

moving to face him, he stops you for a moment, blinking at you with that same smile flavoring his lips.

“not yet.” he whispers, facing you back to where you faced the mirror, bending you over slightly.

“i want you to see this.” he purrs, deep voice vibrating with an almost teasing ardor.

you stop yourself from protesting his word, trying your best to stay patient. though, it’s hard when the tip of his cock is taunting your entrance through the separation of a few measly threads.

as he pulls off his clothes, you can feel yourself twitch gazing at his newly exposed body. the fact he’s so much bigger than you and that he has you nearly folded over…it’s almost too much to handle.

taiju makes sure he’s gentle when he slides in, his entire body prickling with heat as his teeth grit. your plush walls take him in so well, your now hot wetness enveloping him the deeper he pushes inside you.

your hands gripped the edge of the wooden surface beneath you, the shape your knuckles protruding through your skin with how tight you held on. even though his thrusts were gentle and slow, the feeling of him stretching you out was enough to make you want to cry out.

“god—fuck…” he growls, rough fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

his thrusts almost immediately pick up in speed as the trembling whimpers falling from your lips crescendo into desperate sobs.

through the mirror, he could see the freshly-applied mascara and liner begin to trickle down your cheeks. you looked so ruined already…it made him throb even more, coming so close to filling you up.

he smirks, leveling his face with yours, thrusts keeping a consistent, unfaltering pace.

“you’re doin’ so good, honey…” he practically drools over you. “i’m gonna fill you up so fuckin’ much.”

as his cock pounds deeper and faster inside of you, the vanity responds with rapid slams against the wall. you can barely make out any words as he plows into your now dribbling wetness, your legs no longer being able to hold you up with how much they’re shaking.

briefly stopping to turn you around, you’re greeted with those sharp eyes again as he re-adjusts himself inside of you.

you can’t help it. you pull him towards you into another kiss, breathing out shakily as his tongue snakes its way into your mouth again. he takes his time tasting you, tongue swiping against yours as he hums in approval.

taiju chuckles as you whine in disappointment when he pulls away, wiping off a tiny string of drool that’s beneath your lips.

“that’s my girl.” he says huskily as his thrusts pick up once more, marveling at how your tits bounce eagerly in front of him.

he can’t stop himself from fucking so deep until he’s scraping against your cervix, watching in awe as your head flings backwards. you’re so wet that every time he thrusts inside you, there’s a loud slap that rings throughout your living room.

his final thrusts are harsh, slapping into you so hard that you’re certain you can see the glittering of stars beginning to cloud your vision. his seed is so warm inside you, as he pulls out, you can feel some of it trickle down your inner thigh.

your entire weight is upon him, breath heavy as you try to relax yourself. taiju can’t hide his smile as he holds you in his arms, your body only partially supported by the vanity.

as you look up at him again, he chuckles at the streaks of makeup crusted beneath your eyes.

“i really did a number on you there, huh?” he teases.

you roll your eyes playfully. “let me wipe it off.”

you reach for the wrinkled bag of makeup wipes that shockingly didn’t get knocked off the vanity with the rest of your products. but that’s when he stopped you.

“i’ve got a better idea.” he says, scooping you up into his arms, making you straddle him.

“how about we shower if off, hm?” he says, leaning his forehead against yours again, a soft gesture that always made your heart flutter.

“i can help you clean up.” he winks, that same shitty grin on his face again.

“shut up…” you scoff back laughter, fighting the smile that was spreading across your lips.

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written by sirenscriptures. do not copy, repost, rewrite, translate, use, or post on to any other site.

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emotional motion sickness

General g/n headcanons; mentions of abuse dynamics in relationships, talks of physical, emotional, and mental abuse, if these topics trigger you please dont read

so I'll start with the idea of being on earth with Jimmy, I'd like to imagine that curly set you two up, hoping that you'd rub off on him

Your first date you meet and you're charmed by him, he's a sarcastic, flirty, handsome man with a sense of humor (albeit a dry sense of humor)

people like Jimmy are VERY charming and can pretend to be a certain person to draw you in. Then slowly up the ante until you feel trapped

He starts off cute, comes a little late to dates, clothes wrinkled, flowers bent. But hes apologetic and you cant help but feel bad for him

As you get deeper into the relationship the faults start to show.

Maybe a year or so in he starts asking about friends. Nothing too dramatic just an occasional "who's that?"

And at first its cute! He's just worried and protective. But it slowly gets more and more controlling.

One of the first things an abuser will do is isolate you to make it hard to leave them. so he asks you to stop talking to a few people, coworkers or group project friends.

if you question it he will get very intense very fast and uestion why your so hesitant to cut them off.

"is there something your not telling me?" He asks, he had both arms caging you down onto your armchair, his body leaned down to look at you closely. "No!" You exclaim sitting up as best you can with him so close, "I just think it's weird you suddenly aren't ok with me and danny talking anymore!" He laughs but it holds no humor if the look on his face is anything to go by "I know you probably didn't notice but he's constantly flirting with you, he obviously wants to fuck you." you begin to mentally look over your conversations in your head, had he? Was there something you missed? Something misinterpreted? "Really?" You ask, doubting if you really should be talking to a man who liked you while in a relationship. "yes! that's why I don't want you talking to him, he's trying to take advantage of you." you sigh before nodding "yeah, sorry I... didn't even realize" "its fine" he says softly holding the back of your head to lead you into a kiss "I just want to keep you safe".

so you bite and agree, you slowly begin to cut less important people out. As you do he'll pavlov you, with each friend you pick off he'll love bomb you. kisses, hugs, gifts, sex, sweet talk, pet names, bragging about you. He'll play into whatever you want as long as you follow his rules.

When it comes to the biggest hitters like family, close circle friends, and best friends he'll wait a few years to cut them out

He'll plant ideas of a us vs them mentality.

they just want to break us apart.

they're jealous of us.

your too good for them.

they don't treat you right.

they're the abusers.

i'm the only one who REALLY loves you

and after so many years with him, despite your ups and downs you cant help but do what he says because you just don't see him as this horrible monster everyone's making him out to be.

you love him and he loves you!

people just don't understand your dynamic,

they don't know him like you do.

when it's bad its bad but when it's good its so damn good.

and his lonely act works well too, besides curly he doesn't really have any friends.

he has acquaintances and coworkers, but friends? no.

if you broke up with him he'd have no one. and you've been together so long it'd be such a jump. going from deep conversations and intense love to asking about a person's favorite color? fuck that.

when he has you were he wants you that's when all hell breaks loose.

you barely go anywhere and if you do he either needs your location the whole time (probably makes you get life360) or has to be with you, hand on hip, glaring at anyone who talks to you.

when you two get invited to parties he'll play nice (after all he is in public) and let you roam.

you'll talk to people you haven't in a bit while he drinks and talks to curly.

and its times like that that makes the worst moments feel worth it.

speaking of the worst moments.....he's a very jealous person, he constantly is worried if you're cheating on him.

he'll argue with you and wont relent till your crying and exhausted.

then once he thinks you've proved yourself he'll scoop you up and let you cry on his shoulder. murmuring that he loves you and he sorry.

he'll open up, say he knows there's something wrong with him, and he's sorry hes like this, that you deserve better and he's trying.

"I'm sorry" Jimmy softly says into your ear. cradling you like a baby in his arms. your arms are around his neck, your eyes burn with drying tears and sleep, your nose is stuffy, your throat is dry from yelling and sobbing for hours. the rocking isn't helping your sleepiness. "I'm sorry, I know there's something wrong with me. Please don't leave me"

trying to leave in these situations is probably the worst thing you could do

now I'm not under the impression that Jimmy would be overly physically abusive given that his character is all about the subtleties of abuse.

BUT! I do believe he'd restrain you, push you, grab you harder than needed, ect. If you tried to leave him while arguing.

He doesn't like you taking control of the situation and it gets him very mad, as a result he'll force you to stay where he wants.

But he doesn't explicitly hit you as that would leave marks

he wouldn't want you to be bruised because that would bring suspicion to the safety of your relationship.

And most of the relationships abuse is kept to a level that could pass as normal to others.

I think having a friend like curly in these moments that always tries to smooth things over without any bridge burning would definitely lead to him unintentionally gaslighting you about it.

side note: ok this is the first time I've really written in this format, made a romantic x reader, AND this is also my first time posting x reader onto Tumblr lol. apologies if this is ooc I never refreshed myself on Jimmy's character simply bc I don't have the time for that lol. this is also based off of my general knowledge of abusive relationships. if anyone wants more plz let me know i really wanted to try writing fanfiction seriously for a while now lmao, bye :)

[bullet-prooflove]

33. It's been a long time since I had you to myself And I don't wanna share you with no one else

With Judd Ryder please 🤎

Tagging: @kmc1989 @wnbweasley @lamadramaworld @madisonbroxson1 @@yukina23

Companion piece to Lizard People & 6am

It has been fourteen days since Judd last had his mouth on you, since he was able kiss that pretty pussy of yours, to lick it, suck it, fuck it with his tongue. He’d intended on being all romantic like. Dinner, a little wine, a few candles but when you’d walked through that door after finishing your shift and he just couldn’t help himself.

So he gets on his knees and prays to the Almighty, his tongue plunging inside of you as his large hands pin your hips against the front door. He has one of your thighs slung over his shoulder because Judd knows you like him deep.

It doesn’t take long, it never does when it’s the first time after a while. You’re hitched breathing resounds in his ears, your grasp on his t-shirt tightens, bundling the fabric alongside his throat. You chant his name like a prayer, hips canting as he slips a finger inside you and then two.

You look so damn pretty when you come, your skin flushing as you grip his digits, your sweet honey spilling into his mouth. He licks up the mess and you whine as he withdraws his fingers, wiping them on his jeans. He peppers your inner thigh with kisses, nuzzling the crease before your hand cards lightly through his hair.

“I missed that.” You sigh contently before he draws away, his palm swiping away the wetness from his chin before he rises to his feet.

“That’s just the start.” He promises you, his thumb chasing over the apple of your cheek. “We got a whole twenty four hours together honey and I ain’t gonna waste a single second.”

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[lillypad910]

Blurb: Sex on the Beach

(Not what you think)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f! Reader

Word count: 1029

Warnings: drinking/alcohol consumption, fluff. Not proofread, sorry for any errors!

Summary: Eddie, Steve, and Robin go to the bar for Rob’s birthday. You are there with your friends, checking out the guys who come in, but a certain metalhead catches your eye. He orders the drinks for his friends, but his order shocks your whole table, but you take it as an opportunity.

A/n: this is so short but I thought it was a fun and cute idea.

Emerson! Reader is coming, I promise, it's just a LOT

It’s Robin’s twenty-first birthday as she, Steve, and Eddie sit around the apartment she co-owned with the two men. “So,” Steve speaks up first, “To celebrate our dear friend Robin, I propose we go to a bar. It’s her twenty-first, she has to drink.” Eddie nods, “I’m down, haven’t gone drinking in a while.”

You are sitting in a booth in the corner of the bar, your friends giggling as they check out some of the guys around the room. “Oh, three o’clock, just coming in. Those two are hot.” One says as she gestures loosely. You and the rest of your group glance over as you watch two men and a woman walk in.

One of the guys has around shoulder length hair, neatly done to be swoopy, his jacket is red with a yellow undershirt, blue jeans that perfectly fit him. “Look at that ass, damn.” One of the girls says.

The girl has chin length hair, her jacket collar is up a bit but you can’t tell if she meant for it to be or if it just hasn’t been fixed.

Then there is the second guy, the final individual of the party. “He’s totally a hard liquor guy.” One of your friends comment, “I mean come on, that punk rock look is screaming whiskey.” “Look at his hair,” another comments. He is very attractive, definitely right up your alley with dark long curly hair that reached past his shoulder blades. His eyes are dark in color, probably brown but it’s hard to really tell in this lighting. But it is his clothes that draw you in.

Lots of denim both as jeans and a vest. His leather jacket underneath with a band t-shirt and chains that hang by his belt loops.

The trio had made their way over to a table a good ways from yours but you couldn’t stop staring at the second guy.

“How about you go up and order us the first round, Eds?” The first guy speaks up, you could barely hear him but you were listening way to hard to miss it. Eds…? God, what names use the nickname Eds…? Edward? Eddie? Wait, Eddie is a nickname for Edward also, right??

You can’t think straight with how much alcohol you had already consumed so far tonight. Your fifth beverage sits in front of you on the table, half drank and the ice starting to melt.

The guy, Eds, makes his way over to the bar, “hey, uh, can I get a bud light?” “Tap or bottle?” “Tap is fine, and a screwdriver, and…” the guy thinks for a moment, and your whole group goes dead silent trying to listen.

“Can I get a Sex on the Beach?” Your whole table spits. Alcohol flies across the table from every direction. You just sit there, eyes wide as you watch the guy give the bartender a wide smile. “Sure,” the bartender is completely unfazed, “is that all?” “Yep!”

You quickly stand, catching your entire table off guard as you quickly make your way over. “Excuse me,” you catch the bartender’s attention, “can I get a Sex on the Beach?” You ask, trying to act like you didn’t hear the conversation before. The bartender smiles at you, “sure! I’ll have all that out for you in a moment.”

You both stand there a little awkwardly, your fingers play with your short dress as you wait for your beverage, glancing at the guy next to you.

He taps his fingers on the countertop, a soft hum can be heard from him as he waits with you. First the beer is sat down, then the screwdriver, which he quickly returns both to his friends, before coming back. “And here are those two Sex on the Beaches.” You smile at the bartender, “thanks!” Eddie picks up one of the glasses as the bartender steps away. You give him a smile.

“I didn’t realize we ordered the same thing, good choice! It’s definitely one of my favorites.” You blush a bit, trying desperately to hide the fact that you ran to order one for yourself because you just had to strike up a conversation with him. “I’m (y/n), by the way.” You quickly throw in your name, hoping he catches on.

The guy smiles at you, “Eddie. Glad to see someone else appreciates a fruity beverage. I’m sorry to cut off but I should get back to my friends. Bye, (y/n).” He gives you a small wave and steps off.

You watch him walk back to his friends before walking back towards your own, a little deflated from the lake of interest he showed.

Eddie steps back up to his table with his friends who look at him, wide eyes and arms open. “What the hell was that??” Steve asks. “What?” Eddie asks, slipping back into his chair. “Dude she was totally hitting on you! Get back over there! Get her number!” Robin slaps him on the shoulder. “What? No! She just complimented my drink choice.” Robin and Steve both roll their eyes, “Eddie, she gave you her name. Women don’t just do that if they aren’t interested.” Steve speaks up and Robins nods in agreement.

“You think…?” Eddie glances back over to you, watching you sit your drink back down on the table only to catch you glance at him. “I’ll be back.” He sits his drink down and walks back over.

“Hey,” Eddie greets you and your friends. “Hi, Eddie.” You give him a smile. “Could I… Could I possibly get your number?” He asks, looking a little nervous about your answer. Your group giggles a bit, but you can’t help but blush, “I honestly thought you weren’t gonna ask.” You grab a napkin from the holder on the table and one of your friends digs in her purse for a pen, handing it over to you. You scribble your number down and write your name with a little heart next to it. You fold the napkin up before slipping it into his hand, “Call me later, ok?” You smile and he smiles back, a slight blush on his cheeks. “Definitely will.”

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Mermaid/Pirate Steddie Four

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Hi hi! It's been kind of a long week for me lmao but here's the next part! You'll def wanna stick around to the very end of the post; there's a very fun surprise for y'all lol

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Anyway, now for the good stuff. As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Sinking a ship takes skill, intense planning, and strong tails. Or, if you're Robin and seven guppies, it takes incredible, unbridled rage and a worry that could kill a Kraken. A ship that should take half the day to sink only takes the group two hours, their tails bashing against the hull and claws ripping planks to let seawater surge inside. Dustin is particularly brutal, recruiting Lucas and Mike to help him use the same net that caught him and took Steve to drag the ship beneath the waves.

Between tending to Dustin's wounds, lying to the pod about why they're going to be away for a while, and actually tracking the damned thing, it took Robin and the guppies a few days to catch up to the ship. And as they scavenge the drowned wreckage, pushing past broken doors and through holes in the hull, it becomes increasingly clear that they're too late.

"Where could he be?!" Dustin shouts, his gills flaring and bubbles rising in an enraged pattern above him. He takes a spear and jabs it into a water-bloated plank. "If he's not here, that means he escaped, right? So why hasn't he found us yet?"

"Steve could have been taken by another ship," El points out, her head poking from behind a mast. She's gained a dagger with a jewel-encrusted hilt and is currently using her nails to dig the jewels out and drop them into a seaweed bag.

Robin frowns, swimmingly anxiously in circles. She's not the one that's good with guppies. That's Steve. If she's the fun caretaker that encourages them to play Scuttlefish with sharks, Steve is the one a tail's-length behind dragging them back to the pod before they can get hurt. He's the one who knows how to keep the guppies calm and healthy. Robin is the one who keeps them energetic and chaotic.

"He was definitely here," Will says, swimming out from a cabin on the ship. He stops in front of Robin and holds his hands out, letting her see the dull, blood-stained scales sitting in his palms.

With a shaking hand, Robin takes the scales and turns them over, hoping they're somehow not Steve's. But he's her partner. Robin could recognize him by the flick of his tail alone. So, of course, she knows they're Steve's scales at a glance.

She turns, her tail creating a small current that brushes over the guppies and forces them to look at her. "If he's not on this one," she says, "then we'll just keep sinking ships until we find him."

"Let's start with the other ship," Erica says.

"The other ship?" Robin asks.

Erica nods, pointing in the direction they'd just come from. "A few leagues before we found this one, I saw another one that was sailing in the other direction. Maybe they crossed paths."

For a brief moment, Robin wonders how she missed the other ship. But then she remembers how she's been caught between her own worries and keeping the guppies from spiraling, and she gives herself a break. "Yeah," she says, nodding as she closes her fingers over the scales. The edges cut into her palms but don't draw blood. "Let's go track down that ship. But don't keep something like that from me next time."

The guppies all nod in agreement, and Robin looks at the wreckage around them. She's half-tempted to let the guppies loot the rest of the ship, but she knows they're all aching to find Steve already. So, Robin herds them away from the sunken ship in the direction Erica pointed and hopes Steve can hold on for just a little longer.

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Excerpt from "The Lovelorn Fool's Guide to Merfolk Courtship"

Song Types

There are several song types that merfolk are likely to use in their lifetime. While the human ear cannot distinguish the intricacies of the songs, it can tell the major categories apart.

As newly-born guppies, they know only how to vocalize wordless sounds based on their needs. These sounds are referred to as Guppy Songs. These songs are generally lacking in any real melody or rhythm. They are rough and unskilled, but many caretakers consider them precious.

Pod songs are shared tunes and melodies among the pod to communicate big news. When hearing a pod song from a lone merperson, it will sound incomplete. Pod songs usually require at least one other merperson to support or respond to the initial measures, which creates a complete and satisfying loop.

Individual songs are varied and unique, as the name suggests. They cover a range of emotions that simply can't be communicated through regular speech or bubble patterns (to learn more about bubble patterns, please see Part I: The Basics). Among these songs, the most important to know is the courting song, which can actually be multiple songs using the same opening measures and melodies with slightly different tones.

Now that you know the most basic kind of songs, we can move to harmonizing. Truthfully, a human's ability to harmonize with a merperson is nearly impossible. However, it can be done with an instrument, which can reach ranges the human voice cannot. So, if you don't know how to play one, I'd suggest learning. Harmonizing is a key step in the courtship process, after all.

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Steve shrieks as Eddie spins him around, the sound high and grating, and clings tighter to Eddie's neck. His tailfin slaps Eddie behind his knee, hard enough to make him falter and slip on the rain-soaked deck. He falls on his ass, Steve safely in his lap, and laughs. The charms in his hair knock against each other, and Steve idly reaches up to brush his finger against one. "What was that for?" Eddie asks, the words slightly breathless.

"You surprised me," Steve says, frowning slightly as raindrops catch in his eyelashes and make them heavy. He holds a hand above his eyes and then does the same for Eddie.

"You just looked so pretty, sweetheart," Eddie says, grinning at Steve like he knows what bubble pattern his fluttering gills would create (flustered and flattered).

He rolls his eyes, looking at the sky and sea in the distance. The ocean is surging, and waves and sea foam collide as the wind picks up force. Dark clouds hang over the sea, and Steve would be concerned if he didn't know the storm would clear up soon. He can tell from the sound of the ocean and the taste in the air: the water isn't angry enough and there isn't enough salt on his lips.

The rain is still going to turn brutal, though, and Steve would prefer they weren't on deck when it happens. He overheard Asher and Jeff talking about the last time Eddie got soaked to the bone and got sick. He's not sure what a "cold" is, but he doesn't want Eddie catching it again.

"Let's go back to the cabin," he says, looking back at Eddie with a light smile. "I want to hear you play that, uh, gee-tare."

"Guitar, Stevie," Eddie corrects, holding Steve tight as he stands. He has an excited smile, something expectant in his eyes that Steve still hasn't figured out.

Steve hums, knowing very well how it's pronounced, but he likes to see the somewhat dopey smile Eddie gets whenever he mispronounces something. He gets the feeling Eddie also knows he's doing it on purpose, but he's not said anything yet.

Eddie carries him down to the captain's cabin, kicking the door shut with his foot. "Where do you want to be, sweetheart?" he asks.

After a moment's consideration, Steve gestures to the bed, looking forward to the soft pillows and even softer sheets. When Eddie places him down, he wiggles until his tail is curled comfortably, soaking the sheets beneath him, and looks at Eddie expectantly.

"Any requests?" Eddie asks, clearly amused as he grabs his guitar and hops onto the bed next to Steve. His knee brushes against Steve's tail, drawing Steve's attention briefly to the faint scar that lingers across his scales.

He's been healed for almost a day now, and Steve should probably start bracing himself to say goodbye, but he'd like to remain in denial a little longer. He doesn't want to leave. Even if he knows he'll come right back with Robin and the guppies, Steve doesn't want to be away from Eddie that long. They haven't even confirmed their courtship. Leaving before they do means any merperson with half a brain could see how much of a pearl Eddie is and try to steal him away.

Steve forces the thought away, forces himself to focus on answering Eddie's question, and shakes his head. "Just play something," he says.

Eddie nods and thinks a moment as he tunes the guitar. "Could you hum something?" he asks.

When he looks up at Steve again, there's something oddly intense in his gaze. He looks determined, as though something very important is riding on this moment. Steve isn't sure what it is, exactly, but he knows he doesn't want it to pass him by. Steve nods and starts humming a soft and familiar tune, one he's used a lot more after meeting Eddie.

It must be the right choice, because Eddie practically lights up, a grin tugging at his lips and crinkling the corners of his eyes as he listens. After a few seconds, he starts plucking strings on the guitar, adding a gentle accompaniment that makes Steve's humming rock back and forth like the ocean currents.

Usually, Eddie plays fast, his music filling Steve with the same heat and energy as an underwater volcano in the middle of an eruption. But this is slow and sweet like the honey Steve tried a few days ago. It creeps through him, his gills fluttering with each note that Eddie pulls from his guitar. He feels soft and happy, his voice shifting to follow Eddie's lead as inspiration hits him.

They trade the lead back and forth between them, and Steve starts to actually sing at some point. He doesn't know when he opened his mouth and started to vocalize the notes instead of just humming them, a sweet melody forming as his voice resonates with the guitar. It just happens as naturally as swimming. Steve can no longer tell where his voice ends and the guitar begins. They've fallen into sync, strumming and singing together without missing a beat.

Steve leans closer, his heart pounding against his ribs even faster than usual. They're harmonizing. He realizes it suddenly, but it doesn't catch him off-guard. It's just a whisper in the back of his mind, a little nudge that makes him smile and move without thinking beyond the desire to be closer.

The song doesn't end naturally. In fact, Eddie is in the middle of a particularly lovely string of notes when Steve kisses him, still humming low in his throat. Eddie's fingers fumble, a sour note pulling from the guitar, but Steve doesn't care. He's too busy wrapping one hand around the back of Eddie's neck and placing the other on Eddie's chest.

He can feel Eddie's heart beating just as rapidly as his own, and Steve presses closer. He's barely balancing on his tail as Eddie moves the guitar from his lap, pushing it to the side of the bed while he kisses Steve back. Eddie pushes his hand into Steve's hair, tangling his fingers in the strands.

Steve's humming happily rises in pitch, and he finally loses his balance, his weight pressing entirely on Eddie and causing him to fall back on the bed. The kiss breaks when Eddie bounces slightly, their foreheads knocking together, and Steve can't help laughing.

"You're fucking gorgeous, sweetheart," Eddie whispers, his free hand trailing to Steve's waist and settling on his back. His fingers brush against the line where scales meet skin, and Steve shudders, his mouth going dry, and he kisses Eddie again before he can say another word.

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And, if you've made it this far, here's a little meme for your entertainment

[trashmouth-richie]

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰

its absolutely miserable here rn but i enjoy writing these little winter stories so have another,

“why? why do we live here?”eddie grumbles, rubbing his red chapped hands together and blowing on them. 

the indiana wind blew hard against the windows, rattling the screen door and creating a draft that seemed to keep the trailer at a crisp 65°.

wool socks and long johns weren’t enough to keep him warm, the thick flannel he’d had since forever was threaded to the very top, his throat tight against the suffocating button. 

“ ‘t’s where the horses died, i guess.” wayne chuckled, cricketing his feet together as he lounged back in his squeaky worn recliner. 

the small space heater glowed angry red, drawing more electricity from the trailer. 

“get that van started up?” wayne asks around the mouth of a pabst. 

eddie flicks his lighter open and shut in a habitual manner, “didn’t want to, but finally gave in,” plopping down next to the heater to warm the apples of his cheeks, he lets out a small sigh of relief from his chattering teeth. 

wayne grunts in approval and they sit in comfortable silence. the howling wind keeping melody with the lonesome whistling of the ceiling vents, the garfield wall clock adding a chimed staccato. 

every business in town was closed. the gas stations, the diner— the weather man called for people to stay home: no travel advised. but healthcare didn’t operate around the weather.

his watch beeped at 9:45PM and he figured the van would be good and warm by now. 

“alright, i’m headin’ out,” he called to wayne as he shoved his arms through the cool leather and begrudgingly shoved a stocking cap on his head. 

wayne gave him a solemn look, “you be damn careful.”

eddie grinned his cheshire pearls, “always.” 

-

the steel door by the back entrance had a small window facing the parking lot. your co workers all had gone once the other shift had shown up to start their nightly duties of rounding on patients and stocking supplies. 

trisha asked if you needed a ride but you waved her off, “he’ll be comin’” 

you worried the snow might have been too deep for his van to handle, maybe it didn’t start at all? maybe the electricity went out in the trailer park?

 the nails on your hand suffered between your teeth as your brain concocted more and more things to worry about. things that could go wrong. 

but not long after a single headlight broke through the tree line and there he was, lining up with the sidewalk as close as he could without actually driving onto it. 

with one deep and ragged warm breath, you braved the weather. the snow scraping against your face in icy claws of unforgiving cold. wind whipping the starchy fabric of your nursing assistant scrubs this way and that. 

the dome light brightens as he climbs out from the van opening your door before you could reach for it yourself. a winced smile on his lips when he sees your chilled face. 

“get in baby,” 

he shuts your door and your fingers begin to thaw against the vents in eddie’s van, the warm comforting smell of rich tobacco and hints of weed engulf your senses. the smell of him singing a song to your soul. 

his door opens and shuts tight and he’s chattering his teeth loudly before grabbing your hands and kissing heat into them. 

“missed you,” he murmurs, “how was work?” 

“long…busy,” a barking cough creeps from your lungs and tightens your chest, “glad it’s over,” you say weakly, reaching for his hand and threading it between yours, “i switched shifts with diane so i have to be back at six.”

eddie’s eyebrows furrow into worry but he hides his concern. that place worked you like a mule, they didn’t care how bad the weather was or if you were sick… and he hated them for it. you looked exhausted, the normal glow to your skin was dusted over with whatever virus you were currently fighting.. but eddie knew there was no use trying to tell you to take it easy for once. 

“alright sweetheart, i can take you, wanna stay at mine tonight or go back to your place?” 

the small home you rented with your childhood best friend jonathan and his girlfriend, leah was on the outskirts of hawkins. and since your landlord was jonathan’s mom the rent was dirt ass cheap. the hopper’s residing in a desolate cabin owned by the chief. 

winter was rough this year and between eddie’s long hours at the factory that  didn’t seem to slow down, and your irregular shifts at the nursing home, you didn’t get to see much of your boyfriend, “stay with me?” 

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the tv was blue when your key finally busted through the locks and you wedged your way inside. leah and jonathan both asleep, curled into one another on the oversized couch. 

tracking snow in, you and eddie toe off your shoes gingerly trying to avoid the unwelcome surprise of wet snow on your socks.

“i fucking hate snow,” eddie mutters hanging up both of your coats. 

“oh cmon, mr grinch, “ you tease with a small smile after hacking up another cough, “you don’t like how pretty it makes everything look?” 

“hard to look cool in this damn thing,” he says tossing the black stocking cap onto your counter, his hair a mess of kinky curls, frizzing into oblivion. 

“well,” you say, running your hands up his chest and around his neck, “i think you look cute.” 

eddie rolls his eyes and you scoff before he dives into your lips and kisses you loud and obnoxious. erupting giggles from you as his icy hands work themselves beneath the hem of your shirt. 

the laughing as your cough acting up again and eddie places a palm to your forehead worry etched into his eyes, you look back at him, “would the heat miser like a hot toddy?” 

eddie rubs his thumb into a circle pattern on your back. fuck he adores you.

“i’ll make ‘em, you go take a hot shower, alright? you feel sick.” 

you roll your eyes, “i’m not sick,” you garble through a coughing fit, “’m just sleepy.” 

“sure, sure, whatever you think.” 

—

when you’re dressed into pajamas and a long robe, eddie is stripped down to his long johns and the band shirt you liked to hold hostage at your house. your room is set up like a picnic, pb&’s and a twinkie to wash down the hot liquor. 

“pretty much a gourmet chef,” eddie says, licking peanut butter from his thumb, “i even ate your crusts for you.”

“my knight in shining armor,” you muse and eddie takes an exaggerated bow.

he sits crossed legged on your bed, “let’s eat i know your hungry,” 

eddie’s idea of a hot toddy is warm tea with double the amount of whiskey. yours he made sweet with some honey but his is kept straight and burning with whiskey. 

a light buzz clouds your head by the time you finish your drink and the exhaustion settles into your bones, the cough loosened a bit with your hot shower but now your sinuses were filled and you were only breathing from your mouth. 

“lay down baby, i’ll be right back.” 

eddie flicks off the light and sets the plate into the sink, jonathan is standing in the kitchen warming a a pot of milk on the stove. 

“that you coughing munson or her?” 

eddie finds the crinkly pack of cigarettes in the pocket of his jacket and pulls one out for himself and jonathan. 

“me? nah, she’s sicker than a dog.” 

jonathan stirs the milk and takes the cigarette from eddie’s offering hand, “leah and i had something like that last week, probably just something going around” 

the two smoke openly in the kitchen, both deciding it’s too cold to go outside. jonathan stirs the hot milk into the waiting mugs with chocolate powder, cigarette and spoon swirling in a dance of smoke and clanking ceramic. 

“there’s some vicks in the bathroom if you need it,” jonathan says, stubbing out his cigarette into the nearest ashtray, balancing the mugs in each fist, “ tell her to take a day off for christ sakes.” 

“yeah that’ll go over well.” 

they both chuckle knowing just how stubborn you are and jonathan disappears into his bedroom. flicking out the lights, eddie follows the hall to your room and sneaks inside, laying down next to your burning up body and sweat slicked forehead. 

he pulls you into him and you groan with the uncomfortable delirium from your fever. 

“eddie?” you whisper into his chest, fisting his shirt into your palms, “it doesn’t snow in arizona.” 

“you’re right princess,” eddie says pressing his lips to your fevered head, “it doesn’t.” 

you snuggle deeper into him, and speak a barely audible “let’s move there.” before you fall into a deep sleep. 

when morning comes and the wind hasn’t died down, you sigh a little relief when his van doesn’t start, and don’t object when eddie hands you the phone so you can call your job and tell them you won’t be making it. 

here is the actual temp from my weather app— 🥲 also tagging @eiightysixbaby bc jonathan’s girlfriend is her, duh.

[liauditore]

smooshing together my interests like making two plushies kiss. some random nonsense under the cut (horror themes).

<RETRIEVED FILE. CODE: HCS7DO.>

DECKED OUT 1.0: The newest and only one of her kind! We have no idea how Tango managed it, but, and I don't say this lightly, she's the best we have. Equipped with the latest redstone technology and standing at a whopping 70 metres tall (Tango was always known for not being particularly subtle...), it's no wonder Tango and her are inseparable.

TANGO TEK: One of the greatest engineers I know. There's.. really no reason for him to be out in the caverns, but his heart seems to belong to piloting. There's no talking that guy down, if anything he seems to take any sign of doubt or worry as a challenge. I hope he knows guys around our age usually grew out of that sort of bravado half a decade ago, but who am I to stop him?

<END LOG>

<RETRIEVED AUDIO. CODE: HCS8DO.>

[shrill, sharp inhales are heard, piercing through the microphone.]

[???]: H-Hey! This is [INTELLIGIBLE]. Do you copy?! Do you copy?! We. We're in a situation o'er here! T-Tango, he--!

[An inhuman screech echoes from afar.]

[Heavy footsteps are heard, getting louder and louder]

[???]: [INTELLIGIBLE]

[???]: We need [INTELLIGIBLE] rescue, stat! Send everyone you can! We're deep down, at the-- [INTELLIGIBLE]! Please, it was the mech, it--!

[The audio abruptly cuts off]

~

Impulse finishes off the day the same way everyday. Review the paperwork, make sure all the mechs are fully powered off, lock up the compound, make tea, go to bed.

He's had the kettle for months now, yet it still feels brand new somehow. It lets out this high-pitched noise he can't stand and it takes so damn long. But he has no other option around these days.

He watches it boil, sitting on a dusty desk strewn with papers. Mostly business documents, most of those covered in scribbled drawings of future projects, a couple of handwritten recipes, an old sticky note from Bdubs that just read "HERE'S YOUR (crossed out) REDSTONE" that he found amusing and stuck to his desk, a birthday card with a cheesy message written inside signed off by "Your Rancher C:".

Impulse missed Tango.

He'd been missing for far too long.

[pinksparkl]

Resonance

Lovely has to study, but- what's that sound? Is Vincent playing the piano? Our fave Electro gets their voyeur on, watching their man's fingers dance across the ivories. ...until they get caught 😂

Music description vaguely based on Gavin Luke's mini-album "Night Walk", especially the song "Live for the Moment", eh, mostly I just had fun making up a piece in my head.

Studying, Piano, People Watching, Fluff, Adorable, Flirting, Kissing, Fade to Black

Rated: T

1326 words (read here or on ao3)

One must maintain focused control of the object being manipulated so as to avoid less-than favourable results. The proper form (see chapter three) and technique (see chapter five) are essential in correctly directing the bare minimum force to direct the object to complete the task without physical or magical overexertion. Any superfluous energy expended will not…

Lovely looked away from the page, blinking their eyes repeatedly in hopes of reversing the tired ache they felt from reading the dull, wordy explanations of the textbook for their Psychokinetic Manipulation Studies class.

🎼♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

"What's that sound?"

A steady twinkling of notes pulled at Lovely's attention, drawing them away from even considering returning to the intimidatingly thick textbook. None of it made any sense. "It may as well be written in Latin for how lost I am. Wait, scratch that, Latin might actually make more sense," they thought, feeling discouraged with the new subject despite how quickly they'd picked up Transmutation and Cloaking.

Their evening had been spent struggling through the section they needed to read and, by some miracle, understand for tomorrow's pop quiz, but now that something more interesting was happening, the chances of them being able to muster up enough concentration to study were at an all-time low. Besides, it wouldn't hurt to take a break; the snacks they were using as self-bribery were running low and needing to stretch their legs seemed as good an excuse as any.

Unfolding themself from where they had sprawled out on their "floor desk", Lovely made the decision to seek out the source of the beautiful music that seemed to call their name.

Entranced by its soft tone and gentle chords that lured them down the stairs, Lovely was lead to where it grew louder. Though far from a painful volume, the sound filled the room with a lightness, making Lovely smile unknownst to themself. At last, they found the reason for their distraction.

Leaning against the doorframe, they saw a familiar figure sitting with his back towards them as he sat playing the baby grand piano in what would have been a second living room. Sometimes the vastness of this house was nothing less than surreal. As they listened for a while from the open doorway, Lovely let the melody wash over them with a calm nostalgia they weren't sure where to place. Despite not living here for long, it had cemented itself as home, somewhere safe and comfortable.

The staccato notes layered over each other, resting atop the rolling baseline, making them unconsciously sway in time with the music. It was enchanting, the way he played. Confident strokes across the keys timed perfectly within a breath of the one before.

As Lovely let themself relax into the seamless roll of the chord progressions, with rapt attention they studied their partner show off a natural confidence that had been absent for a time. By just his posture alone, they could tell that he was trained – straight back, open shoulders – though there was still that… Vincent-ness about him in he way he bobbed his head absentmindedly with the rise and fall of the overlying melody he helped shape.

Before long, their thoughts were interrupted by an amused voice. "You can come in, y'know." His fingers never once missed a key as he spoke.

Damn those superhuman senses. Lovely was sure they had been quiet enough not to disturb the magic of the moment. The truth that he had been aware of their arrival since they'd left their room no longer unsettled them. Rather, it brought a feeling of security, that he was always looking out for them.

That feeling undoubtedly outshadowed the tiny voice saying they had failed at successfully Cloaking their bright aura. Looking on the more positive side of things had become easier with Vincent's words of encouragement in their ear.

"I didn't want to distract you," Lovely explained as they accepted his suggestion, walking into the room and leaning against a nearby cabinet. Although they'd never gone snooping in it, they now supposed its shelves must be stacked full of sheet music. They knew Vincent wouldn't mind, though he'd probably tell them it wasn't snooping as they lived there too.

"What's mine is yours."

"I didn't know you played, thought maybe this was just here for decoration," they said, gesturing at the piano, its dark wood gleaming brightly as if in thanks for the compliment to its beauty. Their eyes not once gracing the instrument, only the pianist himself.

He laughed as his fingers skipped across the keys. "If it gets me out of schmoozing with the royals at the summits and the like, I'll do almost anything." Vincent grinned impishly as he played on, his movements as effortless as breathing.

With his need to keep flicking his gaze between the keys and the score – enhanced senses or no, he still hadn't mastered playing blind – Lovely could freely let their eyes draw over his form without the warm scrutiny of his own causing them to feel some sort of way. They liked him looking at them, there was no doubt about that, but they enjoyed looking at him too, drinking in his lines and curves and angles. The way his lips fell into an almost pout as he concentrated, how the tendons in his hands moved under the skin, extending from his strong but delicate fingers up through his wrist to his forearms, floating gracefully over the keys.

Then the tone changed – a new song – it was softer, it had a feeling of longing, yearning, but still Vincent smiled, his face gentle, relaxed and at peace.

"Wish I knew what he was thinking about."

His smile only grew as Lovely moved to sit next to him in front of the keyboard. Had they known how to play themself, their hands would have joined in with his. Maybe that could be something to work towards – a duet filled with love.

"Do you like to play piano?"

They had to press their body so close against his in order not to fall off the little bench, not that either of them minded that; they'd soon found that neither liked to stray too far from the other. Any distance felt too far.

"I'd prefer to be playing you."

Flirt. Lovely bit the inside of their cheek to stop themself from smiling. Minding Vincent's elbow as they pressed in closer – they didn't want to disturb the music – Lovely wrapped an arm around his waist. If their fingers ended up under the hem of his shirt that wasn't their fault, no sir, it was absolutely out of their control.

"Hmm~ what songs can you play on me?" A dangerous question asked so innocently

"They don't have names, per say; they're more… free-form pieces," he explained. "I know what sounds I want you to make, and I know how to make you make them for me."

Lovely swallowed, hanging onto every word and note Vincent brought into existence just as they hung onto him. "Is that so?"

The last note trailed out, echoing within the wooden body of the piano. Vincent's gaze was no longer focused on the keys or the score, but on Lovely's eyes. If they would have called his earlier expression happy, then the feeling he wore now was indescribable.

"It is."

Proud, lovestruck, ravenous.

And all theirs.

Closing the lid of the keys, Vincent pulled Lovely closer with a comforting squeeze. "Wanna make some music together, Lovely?" A devilish wink had them all but grinning from ear to ear.

"Only if you promise to teach me."

"I'd be honoured," he replied in a reverent whisper, leaning in to brush his lips against Lovely's before scooping them up in his arms. "A change of location is in order then."

Exquisite notes sung with delight and adoration encapsulated the entire house for hours. Practice really did make perfect, and definitely tested Vincent's Warding skills in keeping those sounds all to himself.

[fireinmoonshot]

Rooster and wearing the others’ clothes so that it can at least feel like they’re hugging them, even for just a moment

“Angel, you home?”

Bradley’s voice is so loud from the front door that there’s no way you can miss it, or the sound of him kicking off his shoes and shoving them into the shoe rack. You turn the television volume down a little bit and call out to him, letting him know you’re home.

He wanders into the living room a second later, running a hand over his hair.

The sight of him immediately brings a smile to your face.

“Hey, handsome,” you smile up at him. “Welcome home.”

Bradley sinks down on the couch beside you and wraps his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “What are you watching? Anything I’d like?”

“Course not,” you grin. “Couldn’t start a show you’d like without you, could I?”

It’s only then that Bradley notices what you’re wearing. He recognises the shirt, can even smell his own cologne on it. He hasn’t seen the shirt in weeks – just two days ago he’d been confused over its disappearance, wondering how he could lose a whole shirt.

“Where did you find this?” He asks, tugging gently on the fabric.

You look between him and the shirt and then smile sheepishly and start to pull the blanket that was on your lap up over the shirt, as if you’re trying to hide it. “It was just in the washing.”

Bradley shakes his head. “No, angel, it wasn’t.” An idea pops into his mind. “Have you had this all along? It’s been missing for a few weeks now.”

It’s then that you realise you have no choice but to come clean to him. He’s seen it now and there’s no hiding it anymore – you hadn’t expected him home for another hour or two and had planned to take it off and hide it away again before he arrived.

“Okay, don’t hate me…”

“I could never.”

“Remember a few weeks ago? We went out for dinner at that new pub?” You begin and Bradley nods in understanding. “And then we came home and…” You trail off.

Bradley smiles to himself. “And then we came home and threw all our clothes on the floor and I made love to you?”

“Yeah, that,” you chuckle. “Well, when you got up the next morning and left for work, I was the one who ended up picking up our clothes, and I noticed that this shirt just… well, it smelt like you, and it made me feel like you were here with me, so I kind of… shoved it in my bottom drawer and have been wearing it whenever I miss you. It makes it feel like I’m getting a Bradley hug when you’re not here.”

He looks at you for a few moments. That was the last thing Bradley had expected you to say. He’d had no idea where the story was going, but it was certainly not this. His heart feels warmer, though, upon hearing your words, and his love for you is stronger than ever.

“Why didn’t you just tell me, angel?” He tugs you into his chest, one of his hands starting to draw patterns on your back instinctively. “Would’ve saved me looking for it for so long.”

“I don’t know,” you say, wrapping your arms around him to keep him close. You can smell the cologne on the shirt he’s wearing, and it’s much, much better than smelling him through a few weeks old t-shirt. “I was worried you thought it’d be strange.”

Bradley shakes his head. “I don’t think it’s strange at all. It’s pretty damn cute, actually.”

“You think so?” You look up at him.

“I do,” he nods, and then leans down to peck your lips. “You wear it better than me anyway. But…”

You furrow your eyebrows. “But what?”

Bradley leans down so his lips are by your ear. “Now that I’m here, you don’t need an old t-shirt to remind you of me, so how about we… remove it?” His fingers start to play with the hem of your shirt and he moves back to see the look in your eyes.

“Deal,” you smirk, “but only if yours comes off too…”

[e-vay]

Bubbles and Blush

[A/N: I've been drawing a lot of non-Sonamy-related content lately, but I desperately needed my fix so I wrote this spicy fluff whenever I had any free time (灬♥ω♥灬);;;;;;; I hope you enjoy. This story is also on AO3 if you prefer to read there.] [Summary: Happily reunited after a week apart, Amy devises a delicious strategy to help Sonic overcome his fear of water. Rated T]

Sonic zipped through the forest as quickly as possible, darting and weaving through the trees while careful not to drop the bag he was carrying over his shoulder. The familiar spring breeze of his hometown was refreshing on his fur. He had spent the last week away, sprinting from country to country with no real plan but following wherever his feet took him and to see what new adventures were in store for him. The trip left him feeling reenergized. Now his only concern was hoping Amy would be home once he got there. 

The two had finally become an item months ago and he was still pleasantly surprised at how natural it all felt. To be fair, the pair had already been acting like they were more than friends for a long time, anyway. For years he loved fighting alongside her and lived to make her laugh. Now he had the added benefit of getting to kiss her anytime he wanted. And Chaos, did he want to kiss her now. The thought sent a rush of butterflies through his stomach and he couldn’t help a smile from forming on his lips.

The blue hero picked up his pace even more. He loved the freedom he still enjoyed to be able to run as carelessly as the wind, but if he was honest, he found himself missing Amy and longing to come back home to her. It seemed everything he came across on this particular trip reminded him of her. Thus, he ended up with this tote bag full of souvenirs and treats he thought she’d like. 

Finally, Amy’s house was in sight. He dug his heels into the ground so he could make a screeching halt, stopping just at her bedroom window. He adjusted the tote on his shoulder once more before using both hands to pry open the window and swung one leg over the sill to climb in.

“Yo Aaaames ♪!” Sonic called out in a melodic tune. “You home?”

“Sonic! You’re back!” Amy shouted excitedly from another room. The sound of pure joy coming from her voice made Sonic’s heart flutter. She made him feel like the center of the universe without even trying. He hoped he could make her feel just as appreciated, especially with this surprise he planned for her. He finished jumping in through the window and closed it behind him. 

“Is there such a thing as a Best-Boyfriend-in-the-World Award?” he asked, marching comically through Amy’s bedroom towards the direction of her voice. “‘Cuz if there is, I’m about to win it!” He only managed a brief glimpse of Amy’s face before he swiftly spun on his heel with his back towards her. Crap! He was so busy bragging about his romantic gesture that he didn’t even realize he was following the sound of her voice to her en suite. Amy had called out to him while she was enjoying a bubble bath. Luckily – or not so luckily – he caught himself fast enough that he didn’t see anything. Sure he had seen her naked already, but he figured he probably oughtn’t look without her permission…

“Sorry! I didn’t realize…” he muttered, his cheeks growing warm and his fur starting to stand on end.

Amy laughed from behind him, “You can look, Mr. Chivalry.”

Well, if she insisted.

Just as suddenly as he had turned away from her, Sonic spun back around eagerly. He barked out a laugh at the unexpected sight. Enormous mountains of foamy bubbles were towering from the ivory tub, completely overtaking Amy so only her head was visible. She had her pink quills pulled back into a messy bun. Even if it wasn’t what he was hoping to see, she was so damn cute that he didn’t feel disappointed.

From the mass of bubbles, Amy reached out her hand with her fingers splayed. Sonic hurried over and laced his fingers with hers before kneeling down on the tile floor. “I missed you,” she smiled, leaning forward. His lips met hers for a tender, longing kiss. He started to pull away, but Amy abruptly wrapped her other arm around his neck and yanked him back towards her for more, devouring him hungrily. Despite the unpleasant feeling of being splashed with water from her fast movement, Sonic grinned against her lips. Amy was so assertive and unapologetic about what she wanted. Her passion was just one of the many things he loved about her. 

The bubblegum-colored goddess only broke her lips free from his so she could pepper more kisses across his muzzle, snout and forehead. Sonic laughed happily at the attack and only when she finally paused to catch her breath did he place a gloved hand on her cheek. “I missed ya, too,” he whispered.

“So,” Amy kissed his palm before folding her arms on the edge of the tub and rested her chin on her forearms. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, “What’s this about a ‘best-boyfriend’ award I owe you?”

Sonic chuckled mischievously, repositioning himself on the floor to sit more comfortably. He removed the tote from his arm and placed it in his lap. He cleared his throat and put on his best ‘game-show host’ voice. “One of the perks of dating the fastest thing alive is you get the finest delicacies the planet has to offer delivered fresh to your door! Behold -” He reached into the bag and pulled out a colorful bouquet of skewered candied fruits, carefully protected in plastic wrap. With his other hand he pulled out a small box covered in ornate packaging. “Mooncakes and tanghulu from Chun-nan.” Amy squealed with delight and grasped for the treats but Sonic pulled them just out of reach, setting them carefully on the ground. “But wait, there’s more!”

Two more packages were drawn from the bag and he opened one ceremoniously, revealing an array of flaky pastries. “Every flavor baklava Shamar had to offer-” he glanced inside the box and grimaced, realizing some of the desserts had been crushed and mangled on his run. He closed the container quickly and set it aside, murmuring in a rushed tone: “SonicTheHedgehogWillNotBeHeldResponsibleForDamagedOrDestroyedGoodsDuringTheShipmentOfYourPackages.”

Amy laughed as he fished out another item from the tote. He held up a plastic container with what was once a beautiful pastry dusted in sugar and covered in layers of cream and fruits. Jostling around in the bag had made it not nearly as elegant as it was when he first bought it, but it was still prettier than anything he usually ate. “Last but not least, all the way from Spagonia! This… thing!”

“Mille-feuille!” Amy exclaimed.

“Gesundheit,” Sonic quipped.

“No,” Amy giggled. “That’s what that’s called: ‘mille-feuille.’ Oh it’s one of my favorites! How’d you know?”

“Hahaha, ohhh Ames,” Sonic closed his eyes and shook his head as if it were foolish of her to ask. “I had absolutely no idea.” Amy burst out into a fit of laughter at his honest response. “But–” he added with a grin, “–it looked super fancy so I figured you’d like it.”

Amy sprang up and leaned forward to kiss Sonic once more. “Are you kidding? I love it, I love all of it! This is an incredible surprise. Thank you!”

“Ahh it’s nothing,” Sonic waved his hand dismissively, hoping to hide his blush. He didn’t consider himself much of a romantic but these kinds of reactions he got out of Amy were the best. “So are ya hungry? I was thinking we could have lunch, maybe even try some of these swanky things,” he gestured at the tower of goodies.

The pink hedgehog pouted and sank into the tub dramatically until she was almost completely hidden in the mass of bubbles. A soft whine came from the mountain of foam.

“What?” Sonic chuckled.

“I really want to, but I just got in here. Can we have lunch after I’m finished?” Amy pleaded.

“Of course!” Sonic assured her, standing up from the floor and collecting the pile of treats to stash in the kitchen. “You relax. I can entertain myself.” He made it just beyond the threshold of the en suite when he heard Amy’s voice call out in song.

“Orrrr~” the mischievous tone in her voice stopped him dead in his tracks. He slowly looked over his shoulder and saw her head poking out from the mass of bubbles once again. She had a deliciously playful look in her eyes that made his breath catch in his throat. “You could join me,” she suggested.

“In there?!” Sonic asked incredulously. He set the boxes on a nearby dresser and came back to the bathroom, leaning on the doorway. “Nuh-uh, I don’t think so.”

Amy rested her forearms on the edge of the tub again, her tone unamused. “You’ve been running all around the world for the last week. When’s the last time you bathed?”

Sonic crossed his arms as he racked his brain. He was a lot better about grooming more frequently now that he had a lady to impress, but come to think of it he had been pretty busy this week. “It… rained?” he suggested, hoping that answer was good enough.

“Ugh!” Amy responded in disgust, scooping up a handful of bubbles and tossing it at him.

“If you were suggesting I shower with ya, I’d be all for it!” he shouted. He gestured gingerly at the tub. “But a bath? All that … water.” He shuddered.

Amy clasped her hands together. “What better way to face your fears? You really should try to get acclimated to water one of these days so why not start by having a bath with me? I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Quite the opposite, actually…” She released her hands and walked her fingers along the edge of the tub. “I’ll scrub every. last. inch.”

Sonic’s fur pricked up again, his cheeks flushed. Damn, this woman knew how to rile him up. He pushed himself off the door frame and began pacing back and forth, chewing his bottom lip as he weighed his options. He truly hated water more than anything in the world. It wasn’t just a silly little dislike for it; it genuinely terrified him. The thought of him sinking helplessly, his lungs filling up… And it would take way less water than was in that tub to do the trick!

But on the other hand…

The cold shiver in his spine was quickly replaced by a warm burning in his belly. He really missed Amy this week. And with how closely they’d be pressed up against each other in the tub, he could show her just how much he missed her… Sonic bit his cheek to try and stop the leering smile that was creeping up his muzzle, but it couldn’t be helped. 

“Is there even room in that thing for the both of us?” he groaned, one last attempt to win this battle of logic.

“♪ You’d better hope not ♪” Amy sang. She pressed her tongue to one of her canines, accentuating her impish grin before slinking down into the bubble bath until she was no longer visible.

“Ah hell,” Sonic cursed in defeat. He quickly yanked off his gloves and kicked off his shoes and socks before making his way to the tub. Clutching onto both edges of the basin, he took several rapid, shallow breaths before stepping one paw into the water. He instantly recoiled and clamped his eyes shut, immediately regretting his decision.

He heard the water splashing around and suddenly warm, wet hands tenderly grasped his hips. He jolted in surprise. “I’ve got you,” Amy reassured him. There wasn’t a hint of judgment in her sweet voice, which helped make him feel a little less stupid. She kissed him so softly it made his heart hurt. “And you’ve got this. Just follow me,” she kissed him again and again, each time pulling a little further away so he’d have to lower himself more and more to reach her mouth. Once he was fully submerged in the bath, Amy held him tightly to her and licked his lips as a reward, soliciting a shaky sigh. He was trembling and struggling to breathe, but he couldn’t tell if it was from the terror of the water or the exhilaration of feeling Amy’s bare body against his. He wanted more than anything to just go at her, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t let go of the edge of the tub to keep himself from sinking. Just being in her embrace would have to be enough, he guessed. 

Sonic slid his hands along the rim of the bathtub until his forearms were on either side of Amy’s neck. He slowly opened his eyes, sucking in air through his teeth. “So, uh… How were things while I was gone?” 

Amy rested her head against the back of his hands behind her. “Oh, you know, the ‘yoozh’,” she replied casually. She started gently massaging her fingers into his back and sides, working the soapy bath water into his navy fur. Sonic’s rigid body relaxed ever so slightly, relishing in the feeling. “Actually,” she continued, “‘He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named’ did not bring his A-Game this week. The battles were so pathetic they’re not even worth mentioning!” 

Sonic chuckled in admiration. Here this woman was, describing duels with one of the most formidable villains of their time as if it were as inconvenient and mundane as taking out the trash. “I really did find my perfect match,” he said aloud without realizing.

The admission made Amy’s cheeks turn bright red and for the first time in their encounter, she became bashful. “Oh,” she whispered sheepishly, trying not to call him out on his statement but secretly screaming with joy on the inside. Her claws dragged from his back around to his front and began scrubbing his chest fur. She cleared her throat to keep her voice from wavering, “You mentioned you made it to Shamar. I have good memories there.” A smile formed as she recalled a scene from what seemed like a lifetime ago: a handsome blue hedgehog agreeing to a date with her. “Tell me about all the trouble you got into this week!”

“Oh man, you have no idea!” Sonic beamed, launching into a drawn-out story of all his latest antics. Amy’s plan worked. He got so caught up in relaying all the details of his recent travels that she could feel the tension easing up in his muscles and the fear of the bath water drifting from his mind. She politely nodded while he spoke, making sure to interject a slew of questions throughout to keep him yapping. But Sonic was known for running his mouth, so that was plenty easy to do! There were just a few instances where Amy would scratch and knead particularly sensitive areas and his sentences would trail off into pleasurable murmurs but as soon as her hands worked their way elsewhere his narrative picked up where he left off. She secretly reveled in the delectable wickedness she felt having this power over him.

After some time, Amy reached outside of the tub to grab a bottle of shampoo. She began lathering the soap into Sonic’s quills and the sensation turned him into putty in her hands. He closed his eyes and sank into her, practically purring at her touch. Amy giggled at his incoherent speech and leaned in to whisper in his ear, pinning his face to her bosom. “What’s that?” she teased. “I can’t understand you.” 

He nuzzled into her soft chest and absentmindedly slipped his hands from the rim of the basin down Amy’s back. The feel of his fingers firmly raking down her flesh made her gasp but she promptly held her breath to not break his comfortable trance. She focused on grooming his scalp, trying to suppress the fire rising inside her. “This… feels… amazing…” he moaned. The rhythmic pressure Sonic was applying to the sensitive dimples in her lower back was making it difficult to focus. She decided she’d better wrap this bath up fast so they could move on to another form of quality time together.

“You love me, right?” she panted. 

“Oh yeah,” Sonic sighed dreamily into her bosom. 

“And you know I love you, right?”

Sonic’s brows furrowed, sensing the trepidation in Amy’s voice. He was slower to answer this time. “…Yyyeah…”

“And you trust me?”

His eyes shot open, suddenly very aware of how submerged he was in the bath water.

“Amy.”

She hugged him close to her, hoping to ease his worries with her feminine curves. “You’re not going to like this part but I promise it’ll be over before you know it!”

“WhA-?!” Sonic yelped when, in an impressive display of speed and strength, Amy used a reversal to flip them around, laying Sonic down with his back to the floor of the tub and she straddled on top of him. He clenched his eyes shut and held his breath in the panic of being shoved mostly underwater, though his face and ears were plenty safe from being submerged. His hands immediately left her and braced the edges of the tub again. 

She reached under him to release the drain then turned the water spout on to rinse him with fresh water. “You need to breathe,” Amy encouraged empathetically.

“Mm-mmm!” he grunted in objection. He’d be shaking his head aggressively if he wasn’t at risk of waterboarding himself!

She carefully combed her fingers through his quills under the running water. “Baby, you’re gonna pass out if you don’t breathe,” she reminded him. “Just focus on me, okay?”

Hesitantly, Sonic opened his eyes just enough to glare at Amy. She scoffed at his obstinance but quickly corrected her tone to be reassuring once again. “Good...” She honestly was very proud of him for doing all this for her. “Now breathe with me.” Amy used one hand to demonstrate the cadence of her breath, inhaling and exhaling in a deep, slow rhythm. Her other hand continued rinsing and smoothing his fur hurriedly.

Sonic exhaled forcibly in frustration, but his gaze did shift from glaring at her to following the waving of her hand. It took a few stuttering attempts, but eventually, he was able to sync his lungs with hers.

Why the hell did I agree to this? he thought to himself, sulking. Well, he knew why. But he was still annoyed! Sure, parts of it… most of it… was good. Really damn good. And maybe with practice, I coulda gotten the hang of baths… But now this?! She’s pinned me down, just one false move away from drowning me, and she expects me to relax? ‘Focus on me,’ she says, HA! Looking at her never calms me down anyway… It only ever… gets me… riled up…

Amy leaned over him once more, turning off the faucet. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” She was grinning proudly when she leaned back, but her cocky expression was quickly replaced with concern when she noticed how rough and heavy Sonic was panting. Oh no, maybe it was that difficult for him after all.

Just as she was about to apologize, his eyes darted up to meet hers and the intensity of his stare made her entire body quiver. “Ah,” she gasped in realization. Her eyelids fluttered as she felt a noticeable shift happening to him from beneath her. She licked her lips and cleared her throat to try and compose herself.

“Mmmaybe,” Amy muttered, “...we should… finish this conversation in the other room?” Her fingertips trailed down Sonic’s heaving chest and traced the muscles in his abdomen. “Unless of course you’re too hungry?” She winced at the suggestion of putting this on pause, but she remembered they were supposed to be having lunch right now.

In one fell swoop Sonic had lifted them both up out of the now empty bath. His arms were wrapped under her rear for support and pinned her hips so tightly to his. They each moaned as he kissed her ravenously. “I’m starving,” he growled into her lips before sprinting into the bedroom.

[andraxicated]

Predator/Prey with Itto?

tw: dom/sub, predator/prey, vibrator use, petnames

a/n: ahhhh I'm sorry for this late work T-T. it took me a long time to find inspo for this theme and then a perfect prompt magically popped up on my tl!

You hastily open the door with your lip bit to prevent any noise from escaping. Your hair is a mess from running like crazy, your heart beating a little too loud, and the surge of adrenaline was keeping you lightheaded. Despite the threat of him catching up, you note not to foolishly slam the door behind you, making sure it clicks as quiet as it can be before scurrying to the nearest closet.

You're shaking from the thrill of the chase, trying to calm yourself down but the object inside you won't let you rest. Itto had put a vibrator inside your underwear as a punishment for being a brat. But then...he suddenly let you go, offering the choice of freedom if you choose to play hide and seek with him.

"If I catch you, the punishment will be 10 times harsher, harder. So do your best to hide, kitten! I won't be so nice if I catch you."

You know how sick he is, how he's so mean at games. Itto will do anything just to win these stupid games, his list of dirty tricks runs long enough that it still manages to catch you by surprise.

"Hmmph!" For crying out loud, you almost let out a big yelp because of the sudden vibrations that made your pussy jump. The damned oni turned the vibrator on just as his time to search for you started.

Itto had a loud, booming voice. One that scared you and made your arousal drip at the same time. "Darling kitten where are youuu?" The last word was dragged to mimic an echo.

"I was kind enough to not turn this vibrator on while you're running. So come out now!" The sound of the door a few steps away bangs against the wall so hard that it left you squeezing yourself into the corner of the cabinet.

You could barely breathe with how tightly clasped your hands are. It's all to hold the moans in because you're genuinely scared of the punishment Itto has for you. After all, you've been quite mean to him in the streets, acting as if this dumb, pathetic oni isn't the one fucking you till you're cross-eyed.

The vibrator was even merciless as it kept on tuning to the highest setting and you could feel your high building. It didn't help that you're already thinking about seeing Itto's gigantic cock.

"Come out come out kitten" His voice draws closer, your breath hitching at the wrong time as the door of your room slams hard.

'He definitely heard that no no no no' You chant inside your head. Your cunt was ready to release but you kept it in for your sake, deferring your long-awaited arousal.

But whether he found you or not. Your poor cunny will get abused anyway.

The closet has a crack that you're too scared to fully peek through. With your minimal sight, you can see Itto pull out a chair from the far corner. He drags it noisily to terrifyingly sit in front of the closet you're currently hiding in. The sight of him sitting down made you recoil in fear.

It was a few waiting minutes before Itto got impatient and called out your pathetic excuse of a hiding spot.

"I know you're there, kitten. I can fucking smell you so come out now before I get really angry." He growls and you immediately bust the door open. Crawling towards him like the pathetic loser you are as you bury your face on his thighs.

"Master, I can't anymore! I'm going to cum, please stop!" You whine while having a death grip on your kimono as Itto watches your undoing, amused. Hearing you cry always made his sad, he didn't like the sound of you suffering. So he took matters into his own hands as he suddenly hoisted you to his lap like you weighed nothing. You sat frozen, shocked from seeing his smirking face up close.

"What's wrong kitten? Can't cum?" He asked, raising an eyebrow while cocking his head to the side. The vibrator was too good but something felt missing. You wanted his long, thick fingers inside you, or maybe his mouth or his cock if he's feeling nice.

"I need help hahhh!" You thought it was already set on the highest setting but the vibrations became even more strong, making your legs shake violently as you scream for your master to help you. "Master please! I-I'll take any punishment! Help me! Ahhh!!"

And Itto knew how much you're cockhungry for him. He'd have to prep you first though to make sure everything goes smoothly later.

Two of his fingers went down to your clit, rubbing fast, creating friction that added to the intensity your pussy was feeling. He lightly tried to squeeze in the tip of his finger but your cunt was too occupied with the vibrator that it made you sob in mixed discomfort and pleasure. You haven't even taken his cock yet you're already acting like you're filled up greatly. Itto laughed, kissing the side of your head and then whispering the magic words to end your suffering.

"Cum"

Your sticky juices went dripping down his fingers and your thighs, the embarrassment washing over you. You felt like you lost your sanity for a minute but as soon as he gave you the word to cum, some clarity returned to you at least.

"Good girl, my sweet girl. You hid so well." Itto muses even though the closet was the most obvious choice. He peppered kisses to calm you down after the intense orgasm. You're happy he's kind enough to let you and your pussy rest for a bit.

"Really? Did I?" You asked, fishing for some reassurance and sweet words before he once again changes to a mean front.

"Yes, you did. Very very good. That's why I'm going to lessen the level of punishment for you, but that doesn't mean it's going to be easy." Itto starts to stand up while you're cradled in his arms. He notices you're out of it so he lightly slaps your butt to catch your attention. "Do you understand kitten?"

"Yes master"

[mrsfrankadler]

Figuring it out.

jake jensen x f!reader, bucky barnes x f!reader

A/N: LOOK WHAT Y/N’S MESSY ASS DID NOW🤣🤣 she’s all over the place.. lordt. but in her defence, she is in a vulnerable state, things will be normal for her soon. & don’t be afraid to hit up that ask box 💋

Warning: intentional lower case, not in y/n’s pov, angst?, silly little pet names 🙃 ( doll, dollface, baby ), kissing, SMUT ( p in v, praise, no aftercare 😓 ), awkwardness :/

Summary: babygirl is all over the place ( i am bad at summaries ) 🤕. can be read as a standalone but ⬂

pt1 pt2

⋆

the morning after your… unfortunate date with ransom, your alarm wakes you up earlier than usual. the jarring sound of that familiar ringtone reminded you of the obstacle you had to face today.

you were finally going back to work after your - much needed - mental health break.

being in a relationship with syd was hard in itself, but when he finally upped and left, that took a huge toll on your life. you were already affected mentally by the way he treated you when you were together but regardless you stuck around, so when he chose to leave, it just made you feel like shit.

when he noticed the effect of the break-up, jake suggested that you take some time off work to focus on yourself and try to recover, and so you did. but now that time was up.

jake was startled awake by the sounds of you rushing around to get ready, he was going to have to get used to you being awake at this time again.

you hear the floorboards creak as jake slowly steps out of his room, you peek your head out your door to see him in nothing but pajama shorts… who needs boundaries?

“you’re up early, y/n/n…” he points out, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes.

“yeah, jay, i’m back to work today.”

he tries to hide his concern knowing you wouldn’t want him worrying about you but he can’t help the way his eyes widen at your statement. “ah. i remember.”

“yup.”

“huh.”

“so i gotta go jake, love you, i would hug you but you’re basically naked,” he frowns as you kiss him on the cheek, and with a deep breath, you’re out the door.

⋆

when you arrive at work, you make a bee-line straight to your little cubicle, not wanting anybody to ask too many questions about your whereabouts or your mental state.

when you thought you’d made it safe, you sunk into your chair and let out a deep breath. this is not so bad, you thought. until you heard a voice that was all too familiar to you. shit.

“well whaddaya know!” he practically bellowed at your cubicles entrance, “long time no see, dollface.”

luckily there was virtually no one in your vicinity so he didn’t draw to much attention. you let it slide.

you swivelled on your chair to face him, “barnes.”

bucky barnes, though you acted like you hated him, might have been the best part of your days at work. he was always cracking jokes and trying to make you laugh but you could never let him know you really found him amusing or he’d get too cocky.

“so, you were gone… and now you’re back.” he tilted his head with a grin. did he even know where he was going with this conversation? “what’s up with that?”

“yeah, i was. do you need something, barney? i wasn’t even gone that long.” you sighed.

“i missed you calling me that.”

“i didn’t miss your flirting.”

“oh, shit, yeah you have that boyfriend right?” he smirked and you internally groaned, screwing your eyes shut. really barnes?

the two of you stew in awkwardness before you break the silence.

“yeahhh, no. i don’t fuck with him anymore. we broke up.”

bucky’s face dropped. “ohh…” he just stood and scratched the back of his head, “damn.” and you huff out an annoyed sigh, resting your head in your hands on your desk until this idiot pipes up again.

“what happened? if you don’t mind me asking.” he came and sat on your desk.

“he treated me badly pretty much throughout the relationship and then he just dumped me. pretty much out of nowhere.” you just sighed.

“fuck, that’s awful. i’m sorry that happened to you…”

“yeah, thanks.”

“well, do you want a hug.. or something?” he trailed off, expecting to get shot down but;

“yes.”

you had to stand up slightly on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around his neck and you rested your head on his warm chest. his big hands smoothed over your back, rubbing up and down to comfort you. you practically melted into his embrace, had you ever even hugged bucky before? shit felt good as fuck.

when you pull away, his hands linger on your waist and your mind starts to wander. why was he being so sweet and comforting? why did he seem genuinely concerned for me? does he actually care about me?

his steel blue eyes looked down at you through droopy lids. is he..?

he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. innocent enough. friendly enough.

he stared for a moment,

and then he ducked his head down to swipe his lips over yours. gently and barely, he kissed you.

“oh.”

“hm, i’m sorry, i shouldn’t-“

you decided to kiss him again, of course, to shut him up, no other reason. you figured you wouldn’t be able to handle the awkwardness that would follow his apology.

‘i’m sorry i kissed you, you’re going through a hard time, i overstepped’ etc, ugh no. if you were going to ruin the current dynamic of this friendship, you were going to get some fun out of it.

to avoid drawing attention, you whispered, “hm, it’s like three minutes till our lunch break and i think i want you to take me to the storage closet...”

if anything could evoke an instant boner from bucky barnes, it would be that sentence right there.

“and what would we do in there?” he smirked raising a brow.

“just shut up and let’s go.”

the two of you subtly made your way round to the storage room and briefly checked your surroundings before going inside. thank fuck there were no cameras around here.

when you had both made your way in, bucky immediately pushed you gently against the wall and started to kiss you again. his desperation was evident in the kiss, you could tell he’d wanted this for a really long time..

“i’ve wanted this for a really long time.” he whispered while trailing wet kisses down the nape of your neck.

all you can do is moan in response because, have you? you weren’t to sure.

he quickly gets to work and bunching your skirt up to your hips and moving your underpants to the side. at a tormentingly slow pace, he begins to rub circles on your clit eliciting a strained whine from you.

“that feel good?” you can practically hear the smirk is evident in his tone, as he dips his middle finger down to your hole to collect your slick, “fuck you’re wet.”

“well, that probably means you should hurry up and fuck me. you know, before we get caught.” you whispered to him.

he chuckles lowly, unbuckling and taking down his pants but his laughter comes to a halt as you begin to push his tip against your clit, silently begging him to get on with it. he smoothed his hands down the backs of your thighs, lifting you up so that you were just about hovering over the head of his dick and resting on the shelf behind you.

“you ready for me, doll?” he pressed a sloppy kiss to the side of your mouth. you nodded, ‘mhm’, and that was all the confirmation he needed to slowly lower you down onto his length, sharply sucking in air.

“awh fuck,” he groaned into your ear as he thrusted upwards into your cunt. “feel so fucking good around me, angel.”

the way he was moaning and whispering praises in your ear had you so wet to the point where he was effortlessly slipping in and out of you. his speed was causing the shelf you were rested on to rattle and shake which was making you both laugh slightly. you could feel him panting hot breath against your neck as he quickly rutted into you and you bit your lip to stifle your moans.

bucky admired you slightly sweaty, half-lidded form, “you’re so beautiful, y/n/n. can you feel what you do to me?”

getting praised and complimented like this was a stark contrast to your relationship with syd. sex with him was always pretty rough and there was never much love there. this felt different. in a good way.

the position that you were in mean that your clit was rubbing right up against his pelvis making it almost impossible to stay quiet.

to avoid finishing to quickly - you assume - he began to slow his pace, meaning he was now grinding into you with slow deep strokes that drove you crazy. you couldn’t help but let out quiet whimpers as you gripped his shoulder.

“you getting close?” he started to kiss on your neck.

“awh shit, bucky, i’m gonna-”

“come on, baby, come on this dick.” he grunted, his thrusts beginning to speed up again, indicating that he was also close. “can feel you squeezing me, just let go.”

“fuck!” you whisper-yelled as you reached your climax.

bucky pulled out of you and finished with a moan shooting his spend onto your inner thigh. breathlessly, he rested his head on your shoulder for a moment. you tapped his bicep,

“come on barney, don’t fall asleep on me now, i got places to be,” you checked your watch, “still got 8 minutes of lunch left.”

he picked you up off the shelf and gently placed you back down on your wobbly feet.

you turned to get a kleenex from the shelf to wipe away his jizz from your thigh and pulled your skirt back down.

“‘kay, fine, bossy. you go out first and i’ll come out five minutes later.” you could hear him redoing his belt buckle.

“okay cool.” you chirped, “um, thanks for… cheering me up, barnes. you are sweet.” you gave him a brief hug before slipping out of the moderately spacious big storage closet.

you inwardly sighed. what the fuckk.

⋆

the rest of your afternoon at work was not very eventful. just the usual shit. answering the occasional phone call, writing emails, counting down the minutes to go home… you didn’t really see much of bucky for the rest of that day but the thought of him didn’t leave your head. you just couldn’t really comprehend what you ( and him ) had done.

you let the flirty fuckboy at work hit it, real classy y/n. what is jake gonna think? you had to tell him, you two told each other everything so it would be wrong to keep this from him. it’s not like he’d be that bothered anyway. why would he care?

…

“YOU WHAT??” who were you trying to kid, you knew he wouldn’t take it well.

you were sat on the living room couch whilst he was frantically pacing living room.

“with that guy? ‘cause i don’t really know about him..,” he paused, “why?”

“hm, i was really horny i guess.” you rubbed your temples, “don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“oh no, hey, there’s nothing wrong with you.” he came and sat by you on the couch, “‘m not judging you. just confused. did you want to sleep with him?”

“i’m not sure jake. i just, i opened up to him a little about syd and, he comforted me and he gave a hug, but it was a weird hug and-“

“hey, hey,” he pulled you into his side and rested his head on top of yours. “i guess you don’t have to know right now. you’ll figure it out at some point.”

you just hummed in response.

“so how was your day, jake?”

he scoffed, “not as eventful as yours.” earning him a playful punch in his arm.

“whatever man.”

“you wanna watch adventure time?”

“yeah, jay.”

—

a/n: gollllyyy. i was tired when i wrote this so it’s not that great & im also pretty bad at endings but the middle wasn’t too bad…🤷🏾‍♀️ anyways what do we think. i dont see her going back to bucky and this was her seeking comfort in perhaps the wrong form but, what can you do?

[luminecho]

An acquaintance once stopped me on my way to class.

"Are you happy?" he asked me.

"What, just like, in general?" I said, confused.

"Yeah, just in general."

And it's not exactly the sort of existential question you're expecting to have dropped on you at 11 am on a Wednesday. And it was actually my birthday that day, but he didn't know that and it didn't feel super relevant so I didn't mention it. But the question itself made me stop and think after.

Because it's this question that gets asked of us so often in life. Are you happy with where you are now? Do you think you'll be happy in the future? You were so happy when you were a kid. What changed?

And I think when you start to get into adolescence and adulthood, it becomes expected of you to not be happy. Because that's the sort of society we live in today. It's so damn hard to be happy. And it shouldn't be. But it is. Happiness is like this fleeting thing way off on the horizon that people constantly grasp for, and we all do things in desperation to finally reach it, and maybe it works for some and maybe it doesn't for others.

I don't know if the typical college student is happy or not. But I do know that I don't really consider myself the typical anything, and one thing I pride myself a lot in is that I have a very strong understanding of exactly who I am and where I am in life. I'm at a school that I like taking classes that I enjoy. I have a bunch of friends who I love, and maybe they're all online and far away from me but that's okay. I have a bunch of hobbies that I love doing and a bunch of interests that I share with others and each day they bring me a little bit of enjoyment.

So, in that moment, I didn't even really need to think before replying.

"I am," I said with a smile.

And my acquaintance turned to the friend beside him.

"See?" he said, "I told you!"

I chuckled to myself and walked away.

But I couldn't stop thinking about it. Because like... what were they talking about? The scenario I found myself crafting in my head was one where this friend of his was saying that most people these days aren't happy. And maybe they're right. But that doesn't mean no one is happy. And that doesn't mean you can't find happiness. It's out there. It's out there in the little things. In the smiles of strangers and in the soundless laughter of text conversations, in music and poetry and art and the hot lights of a stage. It's in butterflies landing on flowers just beside you, and taking the time to stop and admire it for several minutes even though you know you're missing your bus because somehow the butterfly is just so much more important.

And I think my favorite part is that not only did I get to prove to a stranger that day that happiness exists, but I also got to prove it to myself, both in the past and in the future.

Because what if I had been asked that question a few years ago? In the middle of a pandemic, stuck at home attending high school in front of a computer, feeling like I'm drowning because I don't have the motivation to do my work and the one hobby I've held onto so dearly, drawing, feels like it's slipping through my grasp and I just can't enjoy it anymore and it's this real grief that's weighing me down. Telling my therapist that I wasn't sure who I was yet because I felt like this walking contradiction who longed for things I was too afraid to act on. Would I have said I was happy, then? I don't know.

And what about in the future? When any number of possibilities could happen. Will I say that I'm happy, or will I be stuck in a rut and not know the answer?

I didn't have a good birthday. Some days I'm stressed more than others. Sometimes I get overwhelmed, sometimes I feel like the world is caving in on me.

But the question wasn't, "Are you happy right now?" It wasn't a "How are you doing today?" or a "How's your morning?"

The question was, "Are you happy?"

"In general?"

"Yeah. In general."

And even if today is hard, tomorrow may be better. And if tomorrow is hard too, then you have countless weeks ahead of you that will look different and brighter than they did before.

I'm happy. I'm not happy every second of every day, because no one is. But that's not what "general" happiness looks like. General happiness is just... being satisfied with where you are now. Being comfortable in the new and unfamiliar experiences you're sitting in. And being comfortable with knowing it's all going to change soon.

Happiness is real. And if you don't have it now, then it's still out there, waiting with open hands.

And I just think that's neat.

[crinkled-emotions]

Day 22: Drawing a dick on someone's back in sunscreen (only for them to find out later)

This... damn, I had to take a breath.

Happy 2024 team! How crazy is it that we're in 2024?? It feels like yesterday my family hauled ass from one side of Australia to the other (it was actually 2013 but who's counting?).

We have some Daggers being Daggers! Lately I've been in a bit of a funk but I think I'm slowly coming out of it now :)

This one is shorter but I don't have a problem with that, I feel like it lowkey suits better.

-

“Tasha.”

Phoenix glanced at Bob over her sunglasses.

“What?”

“Don’t look now.”

“Look at what?”

She followed his gaze, spotting Rooster asleep on his lounger... on his stomach. Fanboy winked as he passed by, waving the sunscreen bottle in his hand. Phoenix cocked an eyebrow when Hangman and Coyote also started watching. To her surprise Maverick was also asleep; dogfight football had been off the table that morning but real football wasn’t. Turns out Hangman was of course the stereotypical high school quarterback but to everyone’s surprise Payback had been a linebacker... Rooster and Bob had both dropped out of football at their first opportunity (Bob was a consistent winner in debate club and Rooster played baseball all the way through his schooling years). Fanboy was a strong defender and Coyote was enjoying tackling Hangman when he had the opportunity. Phoenix was a soccer player throughout high school and she didn’t have the slightest interest in football despite having three brothers so when the others mentioned setting up a game she’d laid out with her book to watch them fall over each other. Bob had been snoozing on and off beside her for the last ten minutes, but apparently the others were done with their football to move on to another game.

It had been a long week on base; hops, simulations and lectures kept them all busy and often drained. Maverick did his best to keep morale up but he had things he had to complete and things he needed to ensure the Daggers were competent in to pass on to their classes. Their classes alone had been overwhelming with over-confident kids measuring their dicks at all times – no, seriously Bob was never walking into the locker rooms without knocking ever again.

In order to give the team a moment to recover, Maverick had suggested meeting at the beach by the Hard Deck in the afternoon for burgers. Of course it had quickly turned into sports and now everyone, fed and satisfied, had found various locations to get comfortable for a nap. It wasn’t just Rooster asleep; Payback and Maverick both were asleep and despite the smirk on his face, Hangman looked like he was considering his nap potential too. Bob and Phoenix exchanged looks, Phoenix passing over her book so Bob could subtly film what Fanboy was up to. Fanboy grinned, wiggling his fingers.

“Oh he’s totally gonna wake up,” Bob muttered. Phoenix elbowed him.

“No he’s not; Rooster sleeps like he’s dead, he’s not going anywhere.”

They watched as Fanboy drew a phallic symbol in sunblock on Rooster’s back, winking at the others as he then made a run for it. Plucking her book from Bob’s hand, Phoenix flopped back against her seat.

“Well, now we wait.”

-

Missed call from Rooster (7:14am)

Missed call from Rooster (7:15am)

Missed call from Rooster (7:15am)

Rooster: Tasha CALL ME

Phoenix woke to the notifications and immediately called Rooster, holding her phone to her ear as she got out of bed. Whilst she fumbled into clothes just in case it was that kind of emergency, he finally answered.

“Oh, so now you’re out of bed?”

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Phoenix demanded, shoving her (clean, relax) sock into her mouth so that she could do up the button on her jeans.

“I’m glad you’re so well rested, I got up early for PT and I just had them tell me the funniest thing ever.”

Phoenix paused. Spat out her sock.

“Bradley Bradshaw,” she started carefully, “please tell me you didn’t send me an SOS – on a Sunday of all days – to tell me about the PT you flirted with?”

“What- no! She was cute though... no, she asked me if I had a new tattoo and when I said I had no idea what she was talking about she handed me a mirror so I could see my back.”

Phoenix’s eyebrows raised as it all came rushing back.

“Oh my god, I totally forgot about that!”

She burst out laughing, doubling over as she howled. She could almost feel the irritation through the phone but it only made her laugh harder.

“Thanks, Phoenix. I can’t believe someone drew a dick on my back – wait. Who was it anyway? Just out of curiosity. It was Hangman wasn’t it?”

Phoenix took a moment to gather herself, flopping back into bed.

“No way am I throwing anyone under the bus. Figure it out yourself, Bradshaw – and holy shit, I hate you so much right now, it’s 7:30am on a Sunday morning and I’m awake. Ugh, this is cursed.”

Now it was Rooster’s turn to laugh, and he did until Phoenix hung up on him.

-

“Can we see it?”

Rooster glanced over his shoulder at Coyote, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you propositioning me? Take me out to dinner first, man, damn-“

“-no, the dick- shit.”

Coyote sighed while Rooster chuckled, finishing getting into his flight suit.

“C’mon- please?”

“Ooh, sorry man, too late. Better luck next time.”

“Damn.”

Coyote went back to his own locker while Rooster struggled to get his flight suit to not rest against his sunburned back and shoulders.

“Bradley.”

Rooster groaned, glancing up when Maverick approached.

“Yeah, Mav?”

“I’ve been... hearing rumours today.”

“This is about the lilly white dick on my back isn’t it. You have your team to thank for that.”

Maverick’s mouth twitched. Rooster sighed.

“Go ahead; laugh it up. You’re not the first. I’m gonna kill Hangman when I get my hands on him.”

“It doesn’t sound like it was him, Roo.”

Maverick ruffled his hair and then continued his walk up to the podium.

“Good morning, aviators- hey, has anyone seen the penis on Rooster’s back? Gives a whole new meaning to his callsign, really.”

The rest of the Daggers laughed, Maverick flipping open his file.

“Okay, let’s get to it. Uh, today we’re going to be not doing the intense hops we’re used to; we’re going back to basics because I’m starting to notice gaps in your training...”

-

“C’mon, guys, fess up will you? Who drew the dick on my back in sunscreen and then let me burn?”

“To be fair, you slept for hours and we woke you when we were worried about you getting dehydrated,” Bob commented as he moved around the ready room. The others exchanged nervous glances; if anyone would dob another team member in it would probably be Bob.

Damn stealth pilots.

“The joke’s over, guys, I’ve got a burn along the lines of my callsign and I don’t think Maverick has stopped laughing yet.”

“He’s not the only one,” Hangman grinned. Rooster cocked an eyebrow as he turned to the blonde; no one said he was above bribery-

“Tell me who it was and I’ll blow you-“

“-it was Fanboy.”

The others groaned, Bob facepalming.

“Yet again, Hangman, you live up to your callsign,” Coyote said to his best friend. Hangman shrugged.

“I’ll never say no to a-“

“-did you seriously just give Fanboy up? Dude, not cool.”

Phoenix walked into the ready room at the perfect time, smacking Hangman upside the head. He winced but he couldn’t keep the grin off his face.

“Guys; I’ll send you photos I promise.”

-