#LL number five

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

tbh i think one of the biggest things they could have done to make five and nine hate each other without bullying or bigotry involved would have been to lean into the thing where some adhdtistics naturally vibe, whereas others have an incompatible combination of nd traits that make them viscerally unable stand each other, and go from there

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

LOVE! THIS! GUY! THE FUCK! ernest this is amazing i'm fucking Losing It

Got a new notebook and decided to put something from @angorwhosebabyisthis LL tag

[michroxs]

college life is just having the same hyperfixations u had in sixth grade

[ll-but-its-random]

The Four Horsemen/women of Gay/Lesbian LL characters.

[booksandmemes]

I have a headcanon that Five prefers to have Einar to his right because that's where his eye is (was it his left eye that was stabbed?) but when they're alone he sits on the other side 'cuz he has ceiling high walls and needs to bring them down for maintenance every once in a while.

[lorienlegaciesconfessionsblog]

Five didn't deserve all of THAT ;-;

💯💯💯

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

i started writing up a short bullet point highlight reel of Reasons Five is Gay-Coded and it is now thousands of words long and still going fsjdndmdl

[aroace-number-eight]

Drawing Five according to his canonical UaO epilogue description is so messy and saddening because there's so much to account for that got him physically fucked up and you know the writers were hammering in this whole disfigurement as punishment thing with him

Because first you have the eye hole where Marina pierced him, and I'm not sure if he's still wearing that gauze eye patch on the island because eventually it'll get dirty and he'll have to toss it

Then you have the scar marks from when Setrákus Ra clawed right through his metal skin "like butter" and it's not mentioned whether those marks are still there or they disappeared when he returned to his flesh skin (and it's doubtful those were healed at all, we don't even know if Marina had a proper visit and talked to him and possibly healed those away)

Then you have the goop that created some patchy spots all over his skin and show up all web-like on him

And then how it's implied he starved on the island because he lost weight so fast and is described to have flaps of skin on his arms and torso and a body so skinny you could see an outline of his ribs and spine

Bro he has so much physical trauma on him, like they did the most on him and left it like that till the very end

[metranart]

“How about—how about you give me a daughter, huh?” He panted out, grinning like a maniac, his incisive too sharp, pupils’ way too blown, hair wild and sticking over his sweaty forehead. “I bet she’d be pretty thing, just like her mommy.”

ft. Hawks centered, Hawks x reader, Slight! Bakugo x reader, Slight! Dabi x reader.

Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 5)

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Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut.

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Keigo pulled out, fully out of you just to shove himself to the hilt, slamming your cunt so viciously, the breath was knocked out of you. Words and pleas got stuck in your dry throat, you didn’t know how to stop him. This wasn't happening, not with Hawks—the Number two pro hero in the country. He was your favorite Hero. Please, someone make him stop.

“Fuck-... so, sooooo tight.” He praised, bathing your neck in abandoned smooches, “I knew it, it had to be your sweet pussy—” and throwing his head back, grinned like a love-struck fool and began pistoning in and out of you like a madman. 

He was fucking you so violently, you couldn’t find your breath to scream. You merely sobbed into his bare shoulder, and he let you. There was no one around, all the houses empty from working parents and studying students. You were at his mercy. No one would hear you and somehow, you wished he had never saved you.

“How about—how about you give me a daughter, huh?” He panted out, grinning like a maniac, his incisive too sharp, pupils’ way too blown, hair wild and sticking over his sweaty forehead. “I bet she’d be pretty thing, just like her mommy.”

“Ngh~” you wailed, but he couldn’t interpret the sound, neither could you. 

“Yes, yes, I know you´ll love it, too.” Keigo daydreamed, “she’ll be Daddy’s little treasure,” he hummed, pulling back and flipping you onto the ground, your face and tits splashed against the cold concrete as he lifted your hips a little, straddling you when you attempted to stand. “Almost there, love—” said, tenderly patting your ass and slipping back inside you, started thrusting with swift abandon at the new angle.  

“Mmh… Fuck, you’re still so tight—!” Hawks chuckled breathlessly, rutting into your softness with frenzied exhilaration, devoutly massaging the skin on your hips with his thumbs while thrusting. 

Berserk hips colliding with your ass cheeks at the rhythm of love, not an inch of restraint or mercy while forcing his heroic cock inside your virginal pussy. He had been making an utter mess of you for the better part of twenty minutes already, and now you were no more than a sack of bones sprawled on dirty concrete, no more tears in your eyes, only pitiful moans and occasional groans when decided to fuck you in a different angle or position. 

“S-sorry about this-” he mumbled, and groaned, burdensomely, kissing your cheek as if it would comfort you. You felt warmth permeate inside of you, and knew he came, for the third time. “Shesh—you’ll think I’ll be done with that, but I just feel so fucking driven, still…. FUCK! I’m so, sorry, kid.” He did sound remorseful but didn’t stop. 

You didn’t respond anymore, too numb by something very similar to pleasure but more intense, pain had left your body in the first five minutes of him forcing himself into your resistless, utterly slaved pussy, and were reduced to take it, as Hawks often like to babble, ‘like a good fucking girl.’

A part of you hated him so bad, and another part knew it wasn’t his doing, not entirely. What had his feathers all ruffled up and had him drooling like a dog in heat was your fucking quirk, twisting his mind and charging his sexual feat. And to your despair, you thought you knew what needed to be done to end this assault, it would be a torrid lie -another problem to deal with later- but as long as he believed it right now, it could be your way out. 

“Hawks~” you mewled, and the noise of your sultry voice alone got him harder. 

“Yes, baby bird, what do you need?” he fluttered with happiness at you finally sounding less disgusted, “What can I do to make you feel more comfortable—is the bed of feathers not soft enough?” 

At some point while flipping your body to his liking, set a rug of red feathers which chased your bare figure for you to be at least comfortable while receiving him. 

You were far too cramped, not deep enough and he was huge, and no number of different angles or positions would help him reach deeper than he already was, the bulge under your belly button a firm sign that he couldn’t bottom out as would like to, yet he felt a wave of pride, at seeing you take it like a real champ. Not eager but at least you weren't crying anymore.

“It’s o-okey…” you mumbled, feeling him keep you effectively anchored to his groin. You were on your side now as he lay behind you, one arm wrapping around under your waist while squeezing one of your breasts as anchor and his other hand lifting your leg up, knee flush against your side, spread wide for him to slid easier, hitting your cervix on every incessant shove. 

“Haw—Keigo.” You remembered he wanted you to call him by his civilian name, and to your surprise it had a better effect than you anticipated.

“Oh my God! It sounds so pretty coming out of your mouth, goddamit-” hearing his own name had practically made his eyes roll back into his skull, it was addictive, and soon needed more. “Say it, please, baby—… don’t leave me hanging......say it again. Keigo. Please....fuck, please, say my fucking name, baby. I just…” he melted into your warm body, lips brushing against every inch of your face as he kept pleading, forehead sweaty and face red from exertion, but the thing that shocked you the most was the way he cupped your jaw with a gentleness you never expected when the rest of his body was moving so violently, so spirited, “—I just need you to say it.”

“Keigo.” you conceded in a sultry purr, and he squeezed your breast harder, without hurting you, carefully spreading your leg farther up for him to get a little deeper, but it wasn’t enough. Your body was still resisting every swing of his hips. “You have to let me spoil you, baby—” he practically begged, unable to stop himself, he could feel your rattled heartbeat through your back against his chest and he loved the closeness, the way you were finally listening to his demands. “I need to take care of you, my mate.... I need you to come on my cock-…. please, baby bird, come for me —”

“I don’t think I can do it again, Haw-… Keigo.” The shiver running down his body echoed through your own skin at the use of his name, so willingly, so natural.

“Yes, you can, just one last time.... please-…. let me take care of it,” he swallowed hard, hips stuttering while trying to dial it down a bit to let you chase your own pace “You´ve been taking all my loads so well inside this beautiful baby-maker.... this is the last pull to be able to close my rut, luv.... I´m so fucking close-” his wings instinctively flapped “but I can’t come until you do.” He insisted, and you sighed, you didn’t want this to drag on any longer than it had, so, you nodded, once.

“Oh, I can't wait,” he cooed dizzily, as if the mere thought of you taking the lead even for a short lapse made him tipsy, “I'm all yours, your to command—tell me how you want me to make you come?”

“Eh-h...” you stuttered, once again, he really loved when you did, and you tried to use it against him, even so, once he had pulled out and was now eagerly waiting for YOU to tell him how to rip a new hole in your cervix again, you couldn’t find your voice. You just wanted it to end. “Well...I—”

Hawks nodded his head reverently, waiting with bated breath for your next words and as if sensing your hesitance, he peppered your forehead with greedy kisses. Fuck, how his teeth ached to bury in the skin of your shoulder and mark you as his, he yearned to fill you a thousand more times in this dirty alleyway, but he was worried about your well-being, you were still a pup compared to him. So, he promised himself to take good care of you, and tucked you safely away from any other male, he had called dibs and now you were fucked...or at least that was what his rut commanded. 

“I-…. with your mouth.” You braved out, expecting for that to work, but it didn’t. 

“No can do, kiddo, I need to double coat your insides white one last time, remember?” How the fuck did he was able to blast such horrid and lewd phrases without even be fazed about it, was beyond you. But the worst of all, was how this sick, trademark humor of his actually had an effect on your traitorous soaked pussy.

“Mphmmm....well, then-… what is your favorite position, Keigo?” His eyes almost sparkled at your interest, feign but well-aimed, and he beamed, flapping his wings excitedly. 

“My—My favorite....” he felt like a kid on a candy store, “I mean—… I already twisted you like a pretzel for the last hour.... I think I did everything I want......except—”

Your eyes opened wide, expectation shinning on your orbs, whatever he says you´ll do just to end this martyrdom.

“Yes?”

“Well....” he laughed, a little sheepish and you blinked at him, in all the time you had been with him, you had never seen his confidence fail, and that picked your interest. “You can tell me, Keigo.” You encouraged and he acquired a sitting position, abandoning your body on the sheet of feathers.

“I want—I want to sink myself inside some warm pussy.... -yours preferably...since you are MY mate, you know.” You merely nodded, fearing that contradict him may cause a dry humping on his part, “—while we are six feet off the ground.” He shared, all sheepishness forgotten, “That´s it.”

You didn't know how it happened but what was supposed to be your wish, turned into fulfilling one of Hawks' deepest fantasies, and there you were, your legs encircling the hero's waist as he flew up the alley, your shirt at least covered the side of your breasts but still Hawks didn't allow you to fully close it, begging you to let him see your breasts sway to the rhythm of his love, or at least, that's what he assured. 

And once having reached the height he required, the birdman sheathed inside you once more, his hands digging under your rear as he maneuvered you up into the air. You prayed that no one would see you, and Keigo assured that no one would, since his feathers would form a shield. 

So, you concentrated on letting him set the pace that he needed, and like before, soon became ruthless.

Never ending pumps while he whined desperately, his forehead firm against yours, eyes set in a slit as he concentrated to keep his pumping fluid while still floating in the middle of the air, “Shit, baby... I didn’t expect for this to turn me on so fucking bad, fuck! .....are you even close?”

You weren't, but you knew what that meant. More fucking until you came first. You strived to achieve the requirement of his rut. Please, you needed this to stop.

“Get as horizontal as-as possible so I can...so I can ride you at my pace.” 

You didn't even have to say it twice, when his feathers already formed a red platform on the sky where he laid placidly, you on top straddling his erect member, his eyes focused on your figure, Keigo wanted to memorize every detail of your body moving over him while you were hunting for your orgasm.

“Use me, love, come all over your mate´s cock.” He mumbled, kneading the fat of your thighs and you started to hump him. 

Your movements were erratic and sometimes his dick slipped out of your overused pussy, your breasts bounced up and down between the folds of your open shirt, your pretty hair fluttered in the wind like a banner that Keigo wanted to braid and comb in a thousand hairstyles, and your plump lips were parted, soft little moans escaping them every time your pussy greedily devoured his cock, DAMN IT! Keigo was close, and no doubt you were too—…. But the winged Hero had already changed his mind, and didn't want this to end, never ever.... when was he going to have you like this again, on him in full will and desire? Was he going to have to become a villain in order to keep you? Was he willing to do that? YEP. Were you willing to do that? Probably NOT.

His hands around your hips innocently tried to contain your thrusts without you noticing but it was too late, Keigo's selfishness would not bear fruit, since he felt your blessed walls tightening on him, and the gasp torn from your throat along with your trembling frame falling on his bare chest was more than enough to know that you had come, without a doubt he was close, so fucking close from just seeing you perform on top of him like a fucking goddess taken out of the same heaven angels must come from, even so, he didn't want to be so close, not anymore. 

He wanted you. To be honest, he had been lying to you for the last twenty minutes, since the third time he came inside you turned off his rut completely, leaving him sated and satisfied. He just hadn't counted on the strong need he would feel, this selfish and macabre desire that ran through every fiber of his body, wanting to keep you for himself, you were HIS, he had been your first time, the first one inside of you... .it was only fair that you stayed with him. His girl, his baby, his fucking everything, fuck.... he was close again... this was going to be a painful load, so he hugs you tight against his chest.

“Here it comes, baby, you gonna be a good mate for me and take it all again?” he ceased his gentle stroking on your back in favor of digging his fingers among your soft mane. “Fuck—…. answer me, MATE.”

“Y-yes, Haw...Keigo.” And that did it.

“Then take it all inside that slutty pussy of mine....” His wicked croon had an effect on you, among his dirty words and his ravenous mouth stealing licks from your delectable neck, tempting you, ordering you to follow him over the edge, and soon you felt that familiar twinge in your womb, No! nononono Please... not again. He felt it too and took advantage of it. “Come for me, baby bird. Come on my dick while it fills you to the brim.”

You gagged on your own moans. You did not want to cum again. Not for him. Yet here you were again.... letting him stuff you with his putrid essence while you came undone sobbing and gasping for air for the tenth time that day. “That’s- that’s it. FUCK!” Keigo came soon after, a sonorous yelp- as if HE was the one being raped, ripped through his throat to then slowly and in all serenity, descend on a cloud of feathers until both touched the ground again.

“Well. Fucking. Done.... -Little bird,” his words drawled against your throat, Hawks still submerged in the goading sensation he greedily gained with each prolonged press of your weeping slit against his flaccid cock resting inside you. He didn’t even bother to pull out of you.

His breathing was still heavy, cum sipping out through at how full you were. You looked so ravishing like that, he felt like a real pervert.  

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, “I didn’t mean to laugh-” He hadn't even realized was laughing, but it was hard not to when felt so utterly fulfilled and blissful. Nevertheless, you roll your eyes at him, spoke of a whole different story in your case.

You choose to stay flat on the ground to let the strength in your legs slowly return. Itching to drag yourself as far from Hawks as humanly possible, the only problem there was that he was still inside you.

“Could- Could you pull out of me?” your lips were tight, and your voice sounded strained, “Please— …. Just let me go?” You felt more than tired, physically and emotionally drained.

“Just let me hold you.” He pleaded, possessively dragging your limp body inside his warm and impossibly strong embrace, flushing his entire body against yours, holding you tight as if you could get away at any given moment. “I just- want to hold you against me.... as long as I can.” He hummed, kissing your cheek again. 

Never going to let you go, baby bird, you are mine. Was that thought his? his rut? or your quirk? Guess, he´ll find out soon enough.

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[ll-but-its-random]

Sometimes I just think of how it was for Five between FoT and UaO. With the others trying to make sure he doesn't escape and him knowing damn well he can but just.. not doing it.

Tied him with a rope? Untie it with telekinesis.

In one of those prison vans with several guards? Turn to metal and bust out.

In a confinement room? Slam into somebody to break the door.

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

LL Cool J featuring Boyz II Men - Hey Lover 1995

"Hey Lover" is a song by American rapper and actor LL Cool J, released as the first single from his sixth studio album, Mr. Smith (1995). He is one of the earliest rappers to achieve commercial success, alongside fellow acts Beastie Boys and Run-DMC. In 2017, LL Cool J became the first rapper to receive the Kennedy Center Honors. In 2021, he was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame with an award for Musical Excellence. LL Cool J has appeared in numerous films, including Halloween H20, Any Given Sunday, Deep Blue Sea, S.W.A.T., Mindhunters, and Edison. He played NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna in the CBS crime drama television series NCIS: Los Angeles. He was also the host of Lip Sync Battle.

"Hey Lover" features American vocal harmony group Boyz II Men. The song samples Michael Jackson's "The Lady in My Life" from his 1982 hit album Thriller; thus Rod Temperton, the writer of that song, was given credit as a writer of this song. "Hey Lover" would prove to be the most successful single from the album, making it to number three on both the US Billboard Hot 100 and Hot R&B Singles charts. It also reached number 17 on the UK Singles Chart, number six in Sweden, and number five in New Zealand. In 1997, the song won a Grammy Award for Best Rap Solo Performance, becoming LL Cool J's second Grammy in that category after 1992's "Mama Said Knock You Out".

"Hey Lover" received a total of 53% yes votes.

[aroace-number-eight]

@5s-missing-eye

[vecnuthy]

decode

@steddiemicrofic June prompt: stuff || wc: 483 || G || established relationship, moving in together, language, Eddie being chaotic

Confused, Steve grabbed the keys he'd just set down, and -- yep, right apartment number.

When Steve had left their brand new apartment that morning, he'd known that Eddie and Wayne would be relocating their things from point A(ll yours now, Wayne!) to point B(abe, this is ours. Ours.), but Steve didn't realize--

"Eddie?"

The apartment had been completely empty that morning when he'd left for work, the mattress that Steve had tied to the top of his Bimmer ("I'm not sleeping on the floor.") and yesterday's clothes being the only things left behind. Now, however, Steve wondered if there had been some kind of mistake with a hypothetical delivery service that he knew Eddie and Wayne definitely did not hire, because there were mountains of boxes in front of him. Towers. A miniature King Kong would have a field day in this apartment, and Steve could only stare, overwhelmed by the amount of....everything.

Until, finally, a familiar head of hair popped out from behind one of the towers.

"Eddie, is this really-?"

And then Steve's face fell, lips pursed at the sight of his boyfriend, blissfully oblivious to Steve's presence, absolutely jamming to the music blaring from the headphones clamped over his ears. Steve bit back a laugh at the guitar solo that Eddie vocally mimicked with his eyes closed as his air guitar got downright shredded.

Eddie bumped into a stack of boxes, then paused, hands held out placatingly to the swaying stack, and said, "Excuse me," before he went back to wailing along with the guitar in his head.

Steve could have taken him right then and there.

He settled for a light touch to get his attention, since it was obvious that Eddie would otherwise remain oblivious to Steve's presence, but when Steve touched his arm, Eddie's eyes flew open and the guitar wail turned into a banshee shriek, his arms flailing wildly as he fell back and into a tower of boxes in surprise. Steve tried to grab him, but it was no use. He followed Eddie to the ground, and the boxes crashed next to them.

"Jesus fucking CHRIST," Eddie cried, starfished on the floor, his chest heaving under Steve's hold. "Damn, Steve, you scared the shit out of me. I think I just lost five years of my life."

"I'm sorry," Steve couldn't help but laugh.

Eddie, winded, grinned back then winced and turned toward the toppled boxes next to them. "Hope those didn't have records in them."

Steve frowned at words scrawled on the toppled box. "It says The Prancing Pony?"

Eddie relaxed. "Sheets and stuff."

Steve's confusion only grew when he saw other names across the other boxes, until he landed on one that said Rivendell.

He knew that name.

"Why is Rivendell on that one?"

"That, my liege, houses aaall of your hair care stuff," Eddie smirked.

"....Eddie, no."

Eddie grinned wider and winked.

[pupdoc0916]

Sweet

“Betcha I can fit all five of these rolls in my mouth.”

“No way…”

“You think it wise to doubt me?  The hedgehog that downed three chili dogs in ten seconds.”

“That was different!”

“Alright…the challenge has been accepted…first roll in now.  And…two…nd free…”

“Sonic, you are spitting bread crumbs all over the table.”

“Aww prt of th chalng, mum!”

Maddie rolled her eyes and shifted her gaze up to the ceiling.  A nice dinner for her birthday was a stretch.  She knew that with three alien boys in attendance.  A good natured smirk crossed her face as she heard Sonic go for roll number four.

“Umm, excuse me?” Tom raised his hand at their passing waiter.  “We’re gonna need more rolls over here.”

“Of course, sir.” he responded, eyes ogling the three brightly colored boys as Sonic tried to punch the fifth roll into his mouth.

“Yeah…thanks…” Tom responded, pulling his hand up over his eyes to rub his temples.

“Fee…fiv ll n dare” Sonic tried to boast through a full mouth of dinner rolls.

Maddie pulled her wine glass to her lips to hide her embarrassment…and a bit of a humored smile.  She was definitely going to need Tom to order another bottle at this rate.

“No way!” Tails replied in indignation  “That fifth one is NOT in!”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Maddie…would you like me to hit him for you?”

Maddie snorted into her wine glass, then swallowed down the gulp she had in her mouth.

“No, baby.” she replied sweetly, giving the young echidna a head scratch,  “No, I knew what I was getting into requesting a birthday dinner out.”

Knuckles hummed his displeasure as Sonic gave up and began pulling most of the chewed bread out of his mouth and replacing it back into the basket.  He chewed the remaining rolls that could actually fit, taking a deep swallow to rid the remaining bread from his mouth.

“Lighten up, Red.” Sonic spoke with an easy smile.  “We’re just having fun.”

“At the expense of Maddie’s ‘special night’” Knuckles answered, repeating what he had been told of the evening.  “We are celebrating Maddie’s day of birth.”

“Do you even know what a birthday is?” Sonic questioned as another basket of fresh bread was placed in front of the family.

“Tom explained it to me as the day that a person enters this world.”  Knuckles replied.  “And someone as special as Maddie should have a nice remembrance of her existence.”

“Aww, thanks baby.” she said, giving the eldest another head scratch of appreciation.  Knuckles leaned into it, eyes closed with a soft smile. 

Sonic just rolled his eyes.  “Suck up.” he muttered.

Maddie went for another long sip of her drink as Knuckles glared across the table at the smirking hedgehog.  Tom gave Sonic a nudge which caused the blue blur to roll his eyes again.

Just in time to break up the impending escalation, the waiter returned with their dinners.  Knuckles watched intently as the man set a plate in front of each individual at the table.  Once the waiter placed noodles with a side of fruit in front of him, he looked up at the man.

“I commend your fine service and appreciate this bountiful meal in celebration of our matriarch’s day of existence.”

The man stared back with wide eyes.

“He means thanks for the food.” Tom said behind his hand with a smile.

“Oh…ummm…thanks, kid.”  And the waiter shuffled off as Knuckles picked up his fork to dig in.

“So…I know Sonic doesn’t know his birthday.  He was too young to remember the exact day.  So we celebrate when he came to be a part of our family instead.”  Tom started, causing Sonic to puff up his chest.  “But do you boys know yours?”

“Well…I knew the day on Mobius…” Tails started, pulling his tails together as his thoughts drifted to where he came from.  “But we have different ways to tell the days, a different sun and moon.  It would be pretty difficult to translate a birthday from there to here.”

“Oh…” Maddie said, reaching forward to stroke her youngest cheek.  “It’s alright, sweetie.  We will figure out a day to celebrate your existence.  You deserve to have a day just for you.”

“Dang right!” Sonic exclaimed as the foxes cheeks flushed and a sheepish smile appeared on his face.

“Is it the same for you, Big Guy?” Tom asked, causing Knuckles to look up from his food.

“We did not celebrate such things in my tribe.” he started thoughtfully.  “We had other ceremonies for coming of age and graduation into a warrior.”  Knuckles eyes dropped back to his noodles, absentmindedly pushing the food around the plate with his fork.  “I did not get to participate in such things.”

“Gee dad, way to kill a mood.” Sonic joked with an elbow to Tom’s side.  Tom looked at Maddie with an apologetic smile.

Maddie took another sip of her Merlot, swirling the glass in her hand.  “Don’t worry, guys.” she started, lifting Knuckles chin back up.  “Trust me, we will figure something out and it will be great.”

“And forget about the actual day and all that.” Sonic started as he brought a fry to his lips.  “Everyone knows the best part about a birthday is the cake!”

“Cake?” Knuckles asked, tilting his head curiously.

Sonic slapped his hand to his forehead and ran it down his face with a groan.  “Oh, geez.  Please tell me you have had birthday cake!”

“I have!” Tails answered with excitement.

“See, at least someone at this table is a normal person!” Sonic joked, shoving another fry into his mouth.

“What is this…birthday cake?” Knuckles asked, popping a grape into his mouth.

“Oh man…am I going to get to watch you eat your first piece of cake??” Sonic asked, jumping to his feet in excitement, shoes sinking into the soft bench of the booth.

“Cake is the best!” Tails insisted, tails wagging behind him.  “I mean, to be fair the cake I’ve had was thrown out and I had to scavenge for it…but still…really good!”

Sonic’s mouth hung open at the little fox’s admission.  

“Ok, ok…wow…I mean…heart breaking!”  he said, squeezing Tail’s shoulder.  “But all that’s behind us now…and we are all getting real, good cake, fresh and perfect and amazing!”

“What is birthday cake?” Knuckles repeated, annoyance entering his voice.

“I’m not even going to tell you!” Sonic exclaimed with a wide grin.

Maddie looked up, meeting Tom’s eyes.  “Is it sad that I’m kind of excited?  Everyone always gushes about their baby’s first cake experience…now we get to experience it too.”

“I am not a baby!”

“We know, sweetie.”

Tom snickered.  “So we are ordering the chocolate with chocolate and more chocolate, right?”

The waiter came to the raucous table slowly, taking in the scene in front of him.  

“So, how was everything?”

“What is birthday cake?” Knuckles demanded of the man, his fork laden fist hitting the table causing the glass to shake.  Maddie took her hand and placed it toward his muzzle to silence him.

“Everything was wonderful, thank you.” she answered giving the cautious waiter a smile.

“So, anyone save room for dessert?”

Sonic once again got to his feet, voice now dripping with importance.  “Mmyes, my good sir.  We will take the birthday cake…with allll the chocolate.”

“One chocolate birthday cake…” the waiter spoke as he scribbled on his notepad.  “Would you like some candles?” 

“Why, of course!  Need you ask?”  Sonic clapped his hands lightly together.  “And make it quick.  Chop, chop.”

The waiter looked at the hedgehog, back to Tom and Maddie, than shuffled away without a word.

“Sonic…”

“What?”

Maddie stared, then took another long sip of her wine.

The next ten minutes passed in a relative calm.  Sonic kicked his legs happily while chatting to Tails about the latest Nintendo game all the while flashing Tom wide eyed glances in the hope that he would get the hint.  

Tom was turned to Knuckles who was encouraging the man to try grape pancakes.  “You can put chips of the chocolate and banana in them…why not grapes?”  And Tom shook his head with a smile.  “Grapes would be in everything if you had your way.”

Maddie smiled softly and leaned into the back of the cushion behind her and let the joy of being with her family fill her to the brim.  This was her first birthday since their family became complete.  The feeling of warmth spread through her chest (or maybe that was the wine) as she looked from boy to boy.  Despite some of the theatrics and mild streams of embarrassing behavior this was shaping up to be the best birthday she had ever had.

She was pulled from her reverie by Sonic’s ecstatic voice.  “The cake is coming!”

She turned and her eyes widened as she watched the waiter return with a large, whole chocolate cake adorned with candles.  Another, older man walked behind him, face plastered in a smile under his trimmed beard.

The waiter set the cake down in the middle of the table causing Sonic and Tails to lean forward and sniff the scent deeply through their nose.  The older man pushed the waiter behind him and clapped his hands together.

“I thought we were getting a few slices.” Maddie commented, her eyes trained on the chocolate monstrosity placed in front of her.

“A whole cake, on the house, to celebrate the mom of the heroes of Green Hills” the older man (the manager?) announced.

“Ohhh, this is awesome…” Sonic chittered, eyes wide.

“This is too much.” she replied with a thankful smile.  “We appreciate it.”  She was drawn from her conversation by a soft tug on her shirt sleeve.

“Maddie…are cakes normally ablaze?” Knuckles looked up at her questioningly.

“No…It’s because mom’s so old!” Sonic laughed.

“Ha!  The more wise the warrior, the more celebratory fire!  Maddie must be very wise indeed!”

Madde pursed her lips together and shook her head, trying to hide her laughter under mock offense.

“Easy, boys…” Tom answered, trying to hold back his chuckle.  “Your mother is young, and beautiful, and perfect…”  then he leaned toward the two boys “And you never refer to a woman as old.”

“Shall I serve the cake?” the young waiter asked.

“Wait!” Sonic shouted, causing the fox to start and drop his fork.  “We cannot continue until we sing the honorary birthday song!”

“Sonic…please don’t…”

“There is a celebratory song?” Knuckles asked.

“Only the best one ever!”  The hedgehog jumped to his feet once again and cupped his hands around his mouth.  “Patrons of this fine establishment, please join us in singing happy birthday to the best mom a hedgehog could ask for!”

Maddie covered her face with her hands.

“And a one, and a two, and a three…”

The restaurant followed Sonic’s count down and all began to sing in a loud, out of tune, choir of voices.  Maddie found herself taking another long sip of her drink, sinking in her seat, her cheeks hot with embarrassment.

“Maddie, sit up!  They are all singing for you.”

“I know baby…”

“But you should sit tall and proud!”

“I think I’ll just stay down here…”

When the singing was complete Sonic sat back down with a very proud, and maybe slightly diabolical expression and rubbed his hands together.  Maddie let out a relieve sigh and sat back up in her seat once the eyes of the restaurant were no longer trained on her.

“Cake time!”

Maddie blew out all the candles causing smoke to billow up from the middle of the table.  The manager pulled out a large knife and began to slice the cake, placing a large piece of wedged death by chocolate in front of each member of the table.  Tails began to wag his namesakes and picked up his fork to dig in.

Everyone at the table picked up their forks and began to eat.  

“Oh, yes!” Sonic moaned with a mouth full of cake.  “This is just…chef’s kiss”

Maddie smiled as she enjoyed her own bite of moist chocolate excellence.  She glanced to her side eyeing her oldest and frowned.  Everyone had started eating except Knuckles.  He held his fork, dwarfed in his large fist, and stared at the slice of food like it may bite him.

“Come on, Knucklehead.” Sonic encouraged through bites.  “Dig in!”

“Is something wrong, sweetie?” Maddie asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.  Knuckles turned his large purple eyes toward her.

“I have never smelled a food so…rich before…”

“Trust me, hon, you’re going to love it.”

Knuckles turned back to the cake on his plate.  He slowly brought his fork down and separated a bite from the rest of the slice.  A piece that was probably seventy percent icing.  He sniffed it suspiciously then slowly brought it to his mouth.

Everyone lowered their fork and everyone’s attention became trained on the echidna as he took his first bite of cake, eager to see his reaction.  Sonic subtly pulled out his phone and pressed record.

The cake entered his mouth and his sharp teeth slowly pulled it off the fork.

His eyes immediately widened and his face almost scrunched as if in pain.  He moved the piece of chocolate in his mouth with his tongue and clenched his eyes shut against the overwhelmingly sweet flavor.

Sonic began to snicker as he took in the echidna’s discomfort as he processed the overwhelming richness in his mouth.

“Hon, you ok?” Maddie asked, trying to bury her giggle.

Knuckles chewed stiffly then forced himself to swallow the macerated pastry, his eyes still closed in tension.   His tongue began to move over his mouth to free the stuck icing from his teeth.  Then his mouth began to smack open and closed as he tried to rid the rest of the cake from his mouth.

At this point Sonic couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer.  He burst and sank into his seat in a fit of giggles.  Tails hid his face behind his hands, trying desperately to keep his chuckles to himself and failing miserably.

Tom bit his tongue, trying to hold back a very amused smile.  He reached out and patted the oldest’s hand pulling Knuckles attention back forward as he continued to smack his lips.

“So…how was it?”

The echidna blinked a few times, tears threatening to pool from his eyes.  His eyes looked a Tom, then drifted over to Maddie who immediately pulled back her laughter and hid her smile behind her hand.  

“It…was…”  he trailed off, suddenly very aware that everyone at the table was staring at him in some form of expressive hilarity.  

“It was…what?” Sonic snorted.

Knuckles narrowed his eyes, not liking the feeling that he was being laughed at.  He squared up and pushed the residual discomfort down below the surface and glared.

“It was…interesting.” he finally concluded, causing Sonic to break back into giggles.

“Can I just say I am so thankful I was here to experience this.” he breathed out.

Maddie finally was able to hide her laughter enough that she could address him without him feeling offended.  She picked up her hand and scratched at the back of his neck.  “So, are you ready for your next bite?”

Knuckles’ face scrunched again and he brought his purple eyes back to the slice of sweetness laying before him.  He swallowed, then brought his eyes back to Maddie, pointedly ignoring the continued amused stares fro across the table.

“I…think I will discontinue my,” he swallowed hard, “…enjoyment of this delicacy for the evening.”

Tom couldn’t help his snicker at the answer.  Sonic, however, was not done yet.

“Dude…you realize it’s highly offensive not to finish the whole piece of the celebratory cake, right?”

Knuckles’ eyes widened and he leaned back in horror as he locked eyes with the large sugary opponent that sat before him.

“Sonic, stop.” Maddie scolded, then turned back to her oldest.  “That’s not true, baby.  You don’t need to eat anymore if you don’t want to.”

A deep sigh of relief passed warriors lips.  

At Maddie’s stern glare the rest of the family took their eyes of Knuckles and began to finish their own pieces of cake.

Once the family was finished and their left overs (mostly cake) was packed up they drove back home through the streets of Green Hills.  They pulled into the driveway and everyone began to slide out of the car and make their way inside, immediately greeted by an ecstatic golden retriever.

As Tom flipped on the lights and headed to the kitchen to put the left overs away he looked over his shoulder at his wife and grinned.  “So, good birthday?”

Before she could answer, Sonic interrupted.  “MY favorite part was when the most dangerous warrior in the galaxy was defeated by a piece of chocolate on a plate!”

Knuckles growled and leapt and Sonic who yelped and quickly zipped out of the way.  

“I will throw you through the window, hedgehog!”  

The two boys ran through the house and up the stairs, Knuckles chasing the teasing hedgehog to the attic.  Tails smiled softly, shrugged his shoulders, then followed his brothers upstairs.

A loud thump and a deep yell resonated from the attic.  Maddie shook her head and smiled, listening to the lively noises of her boys, her kids, as they wrestled through the attic.  She walked over and placed her arms around Tom, giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Good?”  she asked, flinching and smiling at the upstairs cacophony continued.  “It was the best.”

@year-of-the-echidna

[tojiscrack]

wherever you are right now, good morning/evening/night… that was a mouthful, but i’m not sure how else to start this.

it sounds serious, i know, it’s not, don’t worry, but i like being dramatic, haha, you know me ;) i have a small announcement to make — i say ‘small’ ‘cause it really can be done in one or two short sentences, but i’d like to give you some context and reasoning because i care about every single one of you reading this, all 470 of you, and i’d hate to leave you without an explanation.

i’m mainly addressing my LL (liar, liar) readers, ‘cause i seem to have a big following and a large number of people who interact with me because of that piece of work, but this also goes out to the very few people (and i’m not being dramatic when i say very few people, lol) who are loyal readers of SOANO (start of a new obsession).

i am going on hiatus.

yeah, i know, boo, tomatoes, the story was just getting started 😠 , etc, etc.

and i apologise.

genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, i’m truly, deeply sorry.

you’ve been forced to tolerate my extremely sporadic updates that were only just starting to get better (some updates would come weekly, whereas others would take two more weeks, but never an entire month like before). i really am sorry. i know what it feels like to enjoy a story and then be left on a cliffhanger (of sorts?) when the author goes on a hiatus — mini or not.

i think this long message will answer most of the questions you have in mind, the first being ‘how long will you be on hiatus for?’. and i do have a straight answer for that:

five months.

i know, it’s a lot. again, i apologise. i can’t apologise enough, but let’s keep the questions going.

the one i know you’re all wondering — why am i going on hiatus in the first place?

just to be clear (for those of you who have genuinely become close friends with me through interactions) i’m alive, healthy, and well! i’m not falling out of love with writing, i’ve not fallen out of love with LL or SOANO (no matter how slow the updates for the latter seems to be) and i’m not feeling pressured by writing either of these stories for you all!

the reason is quite simple… school :/ exams. MAJOR ones.

when i started writing SOANO, i was around 15 years old (give or take a few?) and i had no major exams at all to focus on. halfway through writing SOANO, i was met with my first set of important exams at 16. for those of you who are not british and/or not aware of the uk education system, GCSE’s are the exams that dictate which sixth-form college you go to. college, as in, not university-college, but the last two years of high school (junior + senior year) that are the only two years of sixthform/college.

when i started writing LL, i was in my first year of college at 17 (this time last year), and so the only ‘major’ exams i had were mock exams that would prep me for my university predicted-grades. i am now in my second (and final) year of college, and the exams during may and june will dictate the rest of my life. that includes which uni i go to, whether i’ll even go to uni at all, what course i’ll take at uni if i do end up going, etc.

you get the idea. these are important exams. the most important ones that i’ll ever have to sit this year, and starting tomorrow, i have 130 days to turn my very-average-grades around to three A’s (or perhaps two A’s and a B) to get into my desired uni.

unfortunately, i can’t do that if i spend most of my time writing up very lengthy chapters for you.

why can’t i split my time accordingly, even if it means going back to the once-a-month updates? because i am so incredibly, stupidly behind on content for the courses i’m taking right now that i can’t even afford to waste 30 minutes on doing anything other than praying and studying. that’s just the sad truth of it.

again, i’d like to apologise for the inconvenience. i’ve received so many lovely dm’s from so many of you (and i answer every single one, you know that) and in the conversations that many of us have had together, a lot of you use the story (LL) as a safe haven, an escape from your own messy school lives, almost in the same way that i use it to escape my messy school life. some of you have mentioned that you pull all-nighters simply to reread it all as if you’re reading it for the first time. a few of you have mentioned how this story was an escape from the tragic events of canon, which was exactly what i intended for it to be like during the planning process, and i’m still so overwhelmed and flattered by the growing love i’ve received from both old and new LL readers.

will the story be temporarily taken down?

absolutely not.

i considered it for a time, but after acknowledging those comments i mentioned above, i decided that what’s left of LL right now (170k+ words divided in 10 chapters) can still be a safe haven for you whenever you need it. i also knew that i wanted everything to look the same for when i’d return in late-june of this year. leaving it up would also mean that newer readers (future readers) would join the family too, and we love a full house ;)

will i still be active on tumblr during the hiatus?

yes! maybe not as frequently as before (like answering messages in my inbox every day) but i’ll definitely be active enough to get through any messages, comments, asks, etc, within the span of a week for sure. you can still tell me about your shitty day in my inbox, you can still vent to me about an encounter with a guy you hate in my dm’s, and you can definitely still send in silly things about LL or SOANO. i’ll still be active, it’ll be like i never left, only, without the fortnite-ly (not a word, i’m well aware) updates.

LL’s one year anniversary is coming up in a couple of days, and i wanted to release a new chapter in time for it, but looking at my exams and how much cramming i’m already going to have to do for it without writing on top of that… i reluctantly acknowledged that it just won’t be possible.

i think i’ve addressed everything… this is a little awkward now, lol.

once again, i apologise for any hurt or inconveniences i might’ve caused, but i myself don’t enjoy the idea of not writing for 5 months any better than you probably do. 0-0 i enjoy writing, it never felt like a chore to me, and i’m going to miss it during the next 5 months that i’ll be spending alone, grinding overtime like hermione granger…

please wait for me, my little liars <3

love, mother hen sumaya

[aroace-number-eight]

@angorwhosebabyisthis

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