#Now you know what Ami's been planning lately.

[hurryupmerlin]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, COREY!!

I was thinking "hey, what could I get Cor for his special day?" and someone said "a birthday cake." And I was like "what were you saying? A PWP fic about two traumatised PTSD-stricken clones having sex?" "No, that's absolutely not what I—" "On its way!"

Mal belongs to @riinoaheartilly

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The best thing about life as a deserter might be the afternoon naps. To be able to sleep when you're tired, to not have to torture yourself beyond your breaking point every day in cold mud holes and trenches, where you’re always in danger of not waking up if you allow yourself the weakness of sleep; that's a luxury he would hate to give up again.

No, wait. He needs to correct himself. The very best thing just walked through the door and is now headed for him. Warm autumn light shines through the small window, giving Ami's skin a golden glow. Mal smiles through heavy eyelids, the remnants of sleep still crumbly in the corners of his eyes.

“Good timing,” he says and extends a hand in invitation, “just woke up.”

Ami is wearing nothing but a thigh-length linen tunic that is way too big for him and Mal wonders where he got it, until he sees the telltale misweave near the hem and recognizes it as his own. Either way, it suits him.

The young man's movement pattern is tense though, he takes small tight steps, his face is unusually red.

"What have you been up to now again?" Mal asks with a snort.

Ami wordlessly climbs onto the bed with him and is met by strong arms that wrap him in a loving embrace. The slender body naturally nestles against Mal's flank and Mal dips his head to place a welcoming kiss on Ami's temple.

“Don’t wanna talk?” Mal tries and Ami shakes his head where it rests on Mal’s shoulder.

A beat. Then: “You are not allowed to talk either, okay?” Ami says it so softly, Mal needs a moment to process what he was just instructed to do.

“Okay.”

“You can say ‘stop’ anytime. But nothing else, yes?”

“Yes, Sir,” Mal quips, curious now.

For a moment nothing happens, as if Ami needs time to collect himself. Then a hand comes to rest on Mal’s crotch and the trooper skips a breath. There's not much hesitation after that. It's happening so fast, Mal can hardly adjust his thoughts to the situation. Expertly, Ami works him to excitement with nothing but a firm palm over coarse fabric, and shortly after, Mal is squirming so eagerly that Ami cranes to meet him for open-mouth kisses, giving him a counter-sensation to concentrate on.

"Ami, y—" Mal pants but he is cut off with a noise of disagreement, shushing him. He follows the directive again, closing his mouth ostentatiously and instantly gets rewarded.

A whole new sensation rocks through him as Ami's licked hand slips under his pants. He is warm, but on Mal's searing hot skin the touch seems almost cool around his shaft, gentle fingers curling, releasing, lazily stroking him. 

Hardly anything is left of Ami's initial shyness. He works Mal routinely and willingly in slow strokes down, and sloppy but heartfelt kisses up; and Mal has no idea what he has done to deserve this benefaction but he gladly accepts it.

His body doesn’t even try to hide how much he enjoys it, sedulously growing under Ami's doing. Every stroke pushes him further to full size and when Mal doubts it can get any better, his lover dives down to pull Mal's pants to his knees and closes spit-soaked lips around him. Well, he literally stands corrected, because he quickly learns that up to this point he wasn't yet as hard as he could get. He files it as a pleasant lesson.

By now he's reduced to whimpers, biting back 'yes please's he's not allowed to vocalize, and all he can do is focus on not jerking into Ami's mouth like a proper bastard, despite how much his hips tremble with the need to. Clinging to his composure keeps getting more difficult the longer Ami teases him. He can't remember the last time he was this turned on, or this hard.

He could come like this, wants to come like this, wants to see Ami gulp him down, all soft lips and tongue and red cheeks. The muscles in his thighs tense – and suddenly, Ami releases him from his hot mouth. He nearly complains at the abrupt loss of pleasure, but in the end, all he does is throw his head back on the pillow with a pitiful sigh.

Ami looks up with big eyes full of tentativeness and Mal can’t help but smile at the adorable sight. With a gentle tug on his shoulders he gestures him to come up and Ami follows his request, crawling on top of him to snuggle against his chest.

“That was nice,” Mal rasps, heart still pounding from the excitement. 

Because it really was nice. Completely different from sex with Bruiser, with whom his main concern used to be how to get him to finally shut his fucking face and cum as quickly as possible. This isn’t a hate fuck.

Ami makes a disagreeing noise in response to the words, placing his index finger on Mal’s lips. Mal’s eyebrows shoot up. We’re not done yet, huh? 

He gets his answer in the form of a long kiss that turns from sweet to passionate over the course of minutes. Ami tastes like him at first and that’s something Mal hadn't considered a kink of his, but now that he got a sample, he wants Ami to taste like him all over. 

Somehow, the boy has managed to position himself on Mal’s lap, straddling him as he sits up, and Mal gets overly aware of what position he’s in when a bolt of arousal shoots through him yet again, making him gasp into Ami’s mouth. Ami grinds against him and as it turns out, he’s really wearing nothing but that damn tunic, they’re skin on skin now, cocks brushing against each other, and Mal’s head is spinning so violently, all he can do is place his hands flat on Ami’s thighs in a desperate attempt to ground himself enough as not to just come right there and then and prematurely ruin it all.

Ami shifts his hips, an expression of topmost concentration furrows his brow. He leans slightly forward and upward, bracing himself next to Mal's chest with one hand while reaching for Mal's dick with the other and… the noise Mal makes when Ami alings them is unholy. Ami's cleft is already wet, all slicked up and ready for him, and it trickles slowly into Mal's brain that the answer to 'what have you been up to?' was and is: 'I prepared to have sex with you and went through with it.'

Which is a thing that doesn’t fit Ami at all, Mal wonders. His Ami is shy smiles and innocent giggles and— so fucking sexy how he completely loses control over his face as he eases himself onto Mal's length, with his eyes closed shut tightly and mouth slightly open, making broken little noises of half-pleasure, half-pain.

There's not much Mal can do to make it easier for him. He tries to hold his legs still and helplessly lets his hands roam over Ami wherever he can reach. The need to see and feel more of this amazing human being drowns him. He goes for the hem of the tunic, lifting up the fabric – and Ami's eyes snap open. 

Slender hands curl around both his wrists and Mal lets go of the fabric, which cues Ami to intertwine their fingers and, with a stifling sob, settle deep onto Mal's lap.

A shuddering breath leaves Mal's lungs. He didn't know it could feel like this to be with someone, but he likes it more than he ever would've thought. For once no malice, no hurry to get done with it, no leaning against the next best cold surface, no fists and pain and harsh words just to feel something. Instead, now it almost feels too blissful. It fogs his brain, brings his core to a burn. It's horribly slow and yet not slow enough. Somewhere in him blossom feelings that are new and heavy and sweet, and maybe the tender little plant can become more, maybe it is enough for a sturdy garden that could survive even this freezing winter of obstacles they face.

For a brief moment, Ami's eyes flutter open, taking in the man under him. And if the slight tremor in his body tells anything, it must be that he shares the sentiment.

As soon as he's used to the stretch, his hips start moving. He lets them roll over Mal in a cautious half-thrust and Mal gives in to his desires, jerks up to meet him, coaxing deliciously sweet moans out of his lover as much as himself.

It's careful and loving, full of restraint at first, then they find an angle that fits and Ami loosens up, gets more demanding in the way he moves and Mal is happy to deliver whatever the other needs. They change rhythm ever so often when it gets too intense, when Ami's voice breaks off in desperate whines and Mal's thrusts become so frantic he has to halt altogether until his brain clears.

He plants his feet on the mattress which is giving him more leverage to roll up against Ami. And Ami, good, honest Ami finally does what Mal so desperately wants him to do – he breathes out something that very much sounds like Mal's name. He's gone so thoroughly by now, it takes him a while to come to awareness of what he's repeating over and over, that he's breaking his own rules, but then he lets go of the cybernetic hand to bite down on his own fist and with this, biting back any noises at all, much to Mal's keen disappointment.

Mal reaches for his hand again, pries it away to place light kisses on strained knuckles without taking his eyes off Ami. Their gazes are firmly anchored on each other and Ami's worry only shows in the way he works his lower lip with his teeth until it is swollen and crimson. The sight makes Mal smile again, and for Ami that's enough of an invitation to dip down and kiss him breathless.

Mal closes his arms around him, squeezes him tightly, and allows his hands to start wandering. His fingers cautiously ask permission as they slip under the tunic, lingering briefly. To his surprise, Ami allows it, and Mal's hands explore further, stroking over soft skin and palpable ribs until he dares reach forward, closing his hands around Ami's cock that was caught uselessly between their bellies. With a sigh, Ami hides his face against Mal's shoulder, but he keeps the rhythm they settled on, rocking against Mal in fast, deep movements.

The tension in his abdomen boils up. Mal wonders if he's allowed to warn him that he's feeling the buildup approach overrun, if it would upset Ami if he'd speak up or if it would be worse to take him at advantage like that. But the way Ami clings to him – closer than Mal has ever let anyone get to him – gives him confidence that maybe they really don't need that many words after all.

He makes a little noise and Ami catches on immediately, hums approvingly in response. Mal can feel the chuckle against his shoulder, kisses Ami's neck and Ami's now slow-paced movements draw out even longer as he feels Mal pulse inside of him. 

The orgasm washes through Mal like a wave of electricity. His hands snap to Ami's hips, holding him still as he pumps into him, silent pleas of ecstasy written on his face, followed by mute curses of overstimulation, bracing himself with shuddering legs, chasing and letting it go until he's lying there boneless, reduced to heaving breaths and sweat.

He hardly had a chance to enjoy his afterglow when Ami stirs, detaches himself from him, unpinning the fingers still on him and Mal looks up.

"Well, that was… not how I had imagined our first time." He tries to lighten the strangely tense mood with a half-laugh. He'd never complain about the initiative, no objections to a surprise fuck. But when he had fantasized about sleeping with Ami, it had always involved a lot more romantic atmosphere, naked skin and words of praise.

To his utmost horror, tears start forming in the brown eyes he's looking into.

"Ami…," he tries, reaching out, but Amiss is crying now as if he unplugged a dam, backing away from the touch as Mal reaches out a hand to him and Mal's stomach twists in shock.

"I'm sorry," Ami croaks, throat tight, "I'm so sorry. I know it's selfish. I wanted to sleep with you so badly and I ruined it."

Mal is so appalled that the "what?!" that bursts out of him is far too loud for the quiet room. Ami flinches like a dog used to a beating and when Mal tries to make up for his mistake, wants to kiss him and calm him down, Ami jumps out of bed. His legs don't support him yet, still too shaky from the effort, and Mal gets up to look over the edge of the mattress where the cute idiot he fell in love with is sitting on the floor looking utterly crestfallen. For a hot second, Mal is on the verge of panic. He hates seeing Ami like this and he hates even more that he’s the reason for it, but the whole situation is so ridiculously wrong it's really hard to stay serious about it.

"I didn't mean it," Mal says, voice like dripping honey. "You didn't ruin anything. Please come back to me."

Pretty eyes look up to him through wet lashes. When Ami makes no move, Mal decides he's not gonna let Ami humiliate himself any longer, and he gets out of bed to pick the fightless boy up bridal-style. He still weighs frighteningly little, Mal notices. Carefully, he sets Ami down on the sheets and lies with him, cautiously approaching, inch by inch, until Ami turns to face him and closes the gap to bury his face in Mal's chest. It’s a relief he feels in every limb.

Mal's hand strokes dark bristles of hair, just grown out enough to let his fingers comb through.

"It was different than I thought it would be. But it was still amazing. You are amazing."

Amiss is curling into a ball against him and Mal chuckles.

"Wanna try it with speaking next time?"

"Next time?"

"I mean, I hope there's a next time. If you want."

"Yes…"

"Do you want to finish?" Mal offers, his hand gliding over Ami's hip, directed towards his front but Ami shakes his head no with a little noise and Mal keeps petting his side instead.

They lie like that for a while. At some point, Mal has the mind to pull the covers over them and from then on Ami starts to gradually uncurl in the warmth.

He wonders what's up with the two sides of this coin. How a man who certainly has a fair share of sexual experience according to the way he acts, at the same time seems so frightened by his own needs. Mal hopes he gets the chance to find out one day.

Eventually he asks, "Are you going to flee if I get up?" There's concern seeping through Mal's voice that he had planned to conceal. "I'll go get something to clean you up."

The concept of aftercare seems utterly foreign to Ami if the look of confusion is any hint. Ami only agrees after Mal reassures him with a kiss that drags on longer than he had planned for. Ami keeps chasing after his lips for seconds and thirds and Mal just gives in every time like a lovesick airhead. But who could blame him? He needs to hear it.

"I'll stay."

[nadvs]

out of bounds (part five)

pairing zach maclaren and soccerplayer! female reader

rating mature 18+ for smut (zach is subby and packing) (and you can’t convince me otherwise)

summary zach has never been the type to rebel, but when he meets you at a soccer camp where you’re both working as counselors, which has a strict policy against dating between staff, he’s tempted to break the rules for the first time.

» part one | two | three | four

» masterlist

The setting sun is an orange sliver behind the clouds over the lake, promising a colder night as you sit by the campfire.

It’s been another tiring day and lights out can’t come soon enough. You check the time on your phone to see you have twenty minutes left of free time before campers retire to their cabins.

Zach sits across the fire pit with Malcolm, surrounded by chattering kids.

“It’d be nice if our campers actually wanted to spend time with us,” Ami says to you quietly, sitting next to you.

You laugh, noticing that a lot of your girls are sitting around Zach and Malcolm, talking and staring at them in awe. They’re not subtle at all.

“I have so much to tell you, by the way,” she adds.

“About…?” you ask, your eyes inconspicuously drifting towards Malcolm.

“Yeah,” she says. “He came over when you and Zach went on your little date.”

You laugh again to cover your nerves. Ami was already asleep when you made it to your cabin last night. This morning, you briefly chatted with her about how you ran an errand in town with Zach, making it sound as boring as possible.

You’re still putting up the front that you have no romance between you. You’re not sure you’re doing such a convincing job and it’s been feeding your anxiety.

“We went shopping for work,” you reiterate. “We’re just friends.”

“Sure,” she replies, unconvinced. “He’s totally looking at you like you’re a friend right now.”

You glance up to meet Zach’s gaze, the corner of his lips quirked up, his eyes on you. You smile at him and look at Ami again. You haven’t told her a thing. Not even that you and Zach confessed your feelings for each other.

Admittedly, it’d be nice to be able to gush with Ami about your flings. She’s become a good friend over the two weeks you’ve been working at the camp and she tells you everything about Malcolm. But you respect Zach too much to give in.

“Okay, maybe there’s a tiny possibility we like each other, but we’re not doing anything about it,” you offer quietly. “So, what happened?”

“I’ll tell you tonight,” she says.

You nod. You already decided that when you get to your cabin, you’ll tell her that you’re going to the dining hall to have a video call with friends. If she insists you stay, you’ll say you’ll be loud and you don’t want to bother her in case it goes late.

In reality, you’re planning to go to Zach’s cabin tonight. He’ll have the place to himself. And you can hardly wait.

It’s complicated and a bit guilt-inducing to be lying so much, but when you glance across the fire again and see Zach’s bright smile, you know he and his comfort are worth it.

Ami falls into conversation with another counselor and you text Zach to tease him: what’s with the staring? you’re making it a little obvious maclaren.

It’s not until after lights out when Malcolm leaves their shared cabin for his shift that Zach showers, tidies up, sits on his bed and pulls his phone out to text you that he realizes you texted him a while ago.

He’s been riddled with anticipation all day. It’s been hard to focus. You didn’t exactly directly confirm you’d be coming over tonight, but it seemed to be an unspoken plan between you two.

And the fact that you bought condoms last night has been turning over and over in his head. He won’t rush you, he wouldn’t dream of it, but he hopes tonight is the night.

He replies to you: I can’t stare at you? Come on. You’re asking for the impossible here.

And because he can’t wait, he texts again: You want to come over tonight?

Five minutes pass. Then, ten. All he has left to do is reread his texts to you. Maybe he came across too strong.

Come to think of it, your first text calling him out for staring could have been serious. What if you’re not teasing, but actually upset with him?

He’s drafting a text to apologize if he said anything wrong, but you reply: be there soon.

When you knock on Zach’s door, he opens it within seconds and you rush inside.

“Sorry,” you tell him, pulling him in for a hug. “Ami was filling me in on some stuff.”

“All good,” Zach says, although in reality, he was kind of freaking out. He leans to kiss your forehead and his body warms when you tighten your arms around his torso. “Where’d you say you’re going?”

“Taking a call.” You squeeze him once more, his body firm against you, before leaning back to cup his face and pull him down towards you.

Your kiss is gentle, its tenderness proof of just how much you’ve missed him. All the tension in his body fades like you’re pulling him out of a bad dream. He’s relieved that things between you are okay. Your touch shows that you’re still in this like he is.

“Hi,” you whisper in relief.

“Hey, baby.” His deep voice is like velvet, the word spilling out of his mouth as if he’s called you that a million times before.

“How was your day?” you ask.

“This is the best part of it,” he replies. You smile and kiss him again.

When you settle on Zach’s bed, sitting across from each other, you look around his small cabin, laid out like yours, items neatly tucked away.

“Thought you said you were messy,” you say, playfully pushing his shoulder.

Zach takes the opportunity to hold your hand, cupping it, stroking his thumb over your fingers in his lap.

He gazes at you, at how effortlessly pretty you look in your comfy clothes, at how quickly you make his blood go hot and his body go tense just from a hug and a few kisses.

“I cleaned up,” he says. “Think I’ll have to mess it up again so Malcolm doesn’t get suspicious, though.”

“I wonder if he and Ami talk about us,” you say. “She’s been teasing me about liking you ever since our first night here.”

“Did you? Like me then?” Zach flirts.

You look down, smiling shyly, thinking back to the night you kicked the ball around under the starry sky, getting to know each other, bodies lightly brushing together.

“Yeah,” you confess. “Did you?”

“I liked you since you told me there was only one fork left.”

“So, the first thing I said to you?” you laugh, rolling your eyes.

“What, you don’t believe me?” Zach brings your hand up against his chest as he feigns offense. You laugh together and he dips his head to kiss the back of your hand, eyes locked on yours.

He’s acting like he couldn’t wait to get you alone again. You feel the same way. It’s ridiculously hard being in the same vicinity all day and having to act like you haven’t kissed or touched each other.

Now, he’s merely inches away, his heartbeat pounding against your palm, the tension between you thickening by the second.

Zach lowers your hand on his bed. His blanket is soft. His stare is tender. You look down at the way his big hand covers yours and you quickly notice the thick ridge of his erection beneath his sweatpants.

It makes the coil in you tighten, knowing he’s already as turned on as you are. You discreetly feel for the condom in your pocket to make sure it’s still there.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” Zach offers, tilting his head towards his desk. You see his laptop propped open.

You smile, endeared over how considerate he is not to rush anything, especially when he’d so clearly do something else.

The other night in your bed has been on your mind. He was so hard and so big in your hand that your heart is already hammering at the thought of seeing him naked, of feeling him inside you.

“Sure,” you simply say.

He asks you what you’d like to watch and you pick one of the first movies you see, figuring you won’t be watching much of it anyway.

You lie on your side in his bed as he queues up the movie and tilts the laptop screen towards you. The smell of his strong, calming body wash wafts over you as he settles behind you.

Zach plants a kiss on your shoulder once he props himself onto the pillow, curling behind you. He knows you can feel how hard he is, but before he can worry about you feeling uneasy, he reminds himself of how much you’ve reassured him that you want him, too.

“You’re the big spoon type?” you ask with a soft chuckle as he shuffles into position.

“You sound surprised,” Zach mumbles behind you.

“So, you don’t want to be the little spoon? Ever?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say no,” he replies, earning another giggle from you.

The movie’s opening credits roll over the screen, but all you can focus on is the sensation of Zach’s large hand against your thigh, dragging to cup the crook of your hip as he pulls your body against him.

You arch your back to press against his hard length. His hold on your hip tightens, a shudder leaving his lips.

Zach tries to concentrate on the movie, but he’s so hard that it aches. His eyes refuse to look at the screen; they want to trail over the peaks and valleys of your body, to take in your pretty face.

He shifts to nuzzle against your hair, relaxing simply from the smell of your shampoo. His palm glides up past your hip, over your tummy, resting right under your breasts, where he can feel the wire of your bra beneath the thin fabric of your shirt.

Your stomach rises and falls, his hand moving with every one of your breaths. Having to keep a distance from you all day is hard. Being this close and not touching you how he wants to be touching you is somehow even harder.

All Zach can do is shut his eyes as he nuzzles in and expels warm breaths against the back of your ear. He tells himself to just cuddle you for now, to go slow.

“I feel like I can’t get the smell of campfire out of my hair,” you admit with a laugh. “Sorry if it-”

“No, no, you smell good,” he mumbles. He glides his hand back and forth across your waist and slowly presses his lips against the side of your neck.

You bite your lip, lowering your palm over your stomach. Zach quickly raises his hand, clearly concerned he did something wrong, serving as a reminder to you of how much he appreciates your direction and praise.

“It’s okay,” you say. He realizes you’re lifting up your shirt. “You can touch me if you want to.”

You guide his hand under your top, feeling his palm on your breast. Warmth pools in your stomach when he almost inaudibly groans.

“If I want to?” he whispers with a nervous chuckle. “Of course I want to.”

He gently squeezes, swallowing the lump in his throat as the soft cup of your bra bunches between his fingers.

His touch is soothing, his breath ragged. He spends so much time slowly massaging you that it begins to feel like torture to not have him making direct contact.

You’re sure that he can feel how hard your nipples are under your bra, but you let him decide the pace this time, let him decide when you can move to the next step.

“Can I take this off?” Zach finally asks, his hand skimming over your bra strap.

You wriggle to pull your top off then lean forward, your back still to him.

“Yes,” you say with a note of relief.

Zach plants wet kisses on your bare shoulder as his hands wander to the back of your bra, unhooking and guiding the straps down your arms. You press your back up to him again once your bra hits the floor.

He feels your bare breast against his hand and he’s thrown back into how nice the swells of your flesh felt in his mouth, how hard and perfect your nipples were against his tongue.

He stimulates you with gentle pinches, kneading softly, making you buck your hips back against him.

“God, I love these,” Zach rasps, fondling you. “I just…” He trails into silence.

“What?” you breathe.

He only kisses your shoulder again as he continues to touch you, his cock twitching against you.

You turn to face him and Zach doesn’t waste a second. His lips are soft and wet when they press against yours as he drags his thumb back and forth over your nipple.

You pull back, nose nudging against his.

“You just what? You can tell me,” you reassure him softly.

His heart is racing, wishing a part of him wasn’t still scared that he’s too much for you, that how deeply he feels for you will freak you out. He’s never thought of himself as an insecure person, but right now, one negative word from you could shatter him.

Goosebumps bloom over his skin when you caress his jaw, your hand against his cheek. He’ll say what he’s thinking, even though he’s afraid.

“I just want to make you feel good,” Zach says.

You smile, tilting your head to kiss him again.

“You are,” you say when your mouths part. “All I ever feel with you is good.”

Your words make him dizzy, pushing him to capture your lips again, rougher this time. When his tongue dips into your mouth, you let out a moan that makes him feel like he might go crazy.

Zach sucks your bottom lip as you tug at his shirt, willing him to pull back and take the clothing off. His shirt falls onto the floor behind you with a soft thud and he pulls you tight against him, the sensation of his bare, hard chest against yours utterly perfect as he kisses you.

You’re lost in the moment, making out slowly and heavily. The sounds of your hungry kisses and the movie playing and the wind rustling through the trees just outside his window fill your ears.

You eventually shift to straddle him, coming up for air as you sit up, thighs locked around his hips. Zach gazes up at you in awe, eyes drifting up and down, taking in your every feature.

You can feel how soaked your panties are now that you’re settled on him. You drink in the planes of his muscles and the ridges of his abs and the line of hair below his bellybutton that trails down past the elastic of his sweatpants.

You knew he was muscular, but it’s surprising how much he’s hiding under his shirt. As you look down at his half-naked form, you take in how every plane and edge of his is hard and sharp, except for his eyes. They’re always kind, looking at you softly like you can do no wrong.

“Hi,” he says, voice low and smile lazy. He cups your hips gently, biting his lip as he gazes at your breasts.

“Hi,” you breathe.

“You’re so pretty,” Zach whispers, his half-lidded eyes and messy hair and swollen lips the picture of drunken bliss. You thank him through a soft laugh.

You can feel it in the air that he wants to go all the way, too. But to be sure, you dip into your pocket to pull out the condom.

“Do you want to?” you ask, holding it between your fingers.

“Yes,” he says, paired with fast nods. “Do you?”

“Yes,” you say with a small smile.

“I never go this fast,” he admits impulsively. He typically dates a girl for at least a month before he takes this big a step. But things just feel so right with you. He can’t resist you. He doesn’t want to.

“If at any point, you want to stop-”

“Trust me, I won’t want to stop,” he interrupts.

You giggle at his enthusiasm, leaning over to kiss him again, your hands splayed on his hard chest, the wrapper of the condom crinkling.

“Same for you, okay?” Zach says. “We’ll stop if you want to stop. I won’t be mad.”

You laugh again against his lips.

“What?” he says, amused.

“I kind of can’t imagine you being mad at me.”

Zach smirks, his hands gliding up the curve of your spine. He’s completely weak for you. He’s okay that you can tell.

“Me, neither.”

Your lips meet again and a gentle whine escapes his mouth when you thread your fingers through his hair, grinding against him.

His hands drag down to your ass, squeezing. Another groan sounds from the back of his throat as you roll your hips over him, his cock hard against your middle.

He can’t even control his own body, his hips involuntarily bucking up towards you. His pants feel tight against his erection, the sweet friction of you grinding making his muscles weak.

His throat tightens when he feels you shuffling to take your pants off.

“Let me help,” Zach whispers. “Please.”

“So sweet,” you praise as his thumbs hook under the band, pushing your pants down your thighs. Your words make him move even faster.

Your pants are soon bunched at the end his bed and you straddle him again, left only in your underwear. Zach inhales sharply when he feels the bare curve of your ass without much fabric left in the way.

He sighs in satisfaction, groping you, pushing against you so that you’ll grind at the pace he wants you to, offering him a little more relief.

You lean back down to kiss him and eventually perch up on your knees to tug down his sweats, leaving him in his boxers. You palm him, feeling the wet drop of precome he left on the soft cotton.

You meet his eyes, his desperation for you clear. He’s completely at your beck and call, hanging on what you’ll do next. You’ve never had this much power over anyone before.

You want to please him just as much as he wants to please you. You tilt closer to him again, your cheek pressed against his, knowing how much he loves to be complimented.

“I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” you murmur in his ear.

“Shit,” Zach says with a disbelieving chuckle. He’s in heaven. “Repeat that for me.”

“You like hearing how bad I want you?” you say, dipping a hand in his boxers. He nods wordlessly, too in awe to speak, and when you feel his cock in your hand, the desire deep in you pricks every inch of your skin, your stomach twisting.

You start to stroke him gently and heat rushes through his body. He’s never had someone know how to talk to him. He’s always been a bit embarrassed of how much praise he wants.

Other than offering gentle encouragement, he typically stays quiet during sex, never asking for compliments even though he desperately wants them. But you give him what he needs so effortlessly, understanding him in his entirety.

“So big,” you whisper. “I’m going to have to take some time to adjust to you.”

He feels like he’s going to wake up soon, because this can’t possibly be real.

“As long as you need,” he says through a strained voice.

You smirk against his skin, kissing his cheek as you skim your fingers over him.

“Take these off,” you encourage him, pulling against the band of his boxers.

“Yes,” Zach obeys in a hush. He shuffles to take off his last piece of clothing as you prop up on your knees again.

You nearly gasp when his cock springs out, craving him with everything in you. You start to gently pump his length, eyes flitting between how big he is in your hand and how captivated he looks, watching you palm him.

“That feels so good,” he breathes in a whimper. His breaths are shallow and soft and slow as you touch him.

He’s in disbelief over how incredible his feels, how perfect you look, how hungry his body is for you.

Beneath the hot, overwhelming lust you’re feeling, you can’t help but be endeared at the way his hand is trembling when he picks up the condom lying beside him, having it at the ready, nervous and excited.

“Here,” you say softly, holding out your hand to take it.

Watching you doing this part for him, rolling the condom down his shaft, puts him in an even deeper fog of bliss, making him feel reassured and so incredibly wanted.

You lean over him, perfectly lined up, his tip pressing against your panties as you kiss his lips.

“I can be slow?” you ask.

“As slow as you want,” he mumbles against your mouth, the air thick with anticipation.

“Yeah?” you whisper.

“Mhm,” he mumbles dreamily. The control you have over him, the way he’s hanging on your every word is addictive.

“You’re going to be patient with me?”

“Yes,” he breathes.

Now that you know just how much praise turns him on, you feel more comfortable to speak to him in a way you’ve never spoken to a man before. To tell him what he wants to hear, but is too shy to ask for.

“You’re going to be a good boy?” you whisper.

“Oh, my God,” he groans, his voice thick with pleasure. He could come just from listening to you talk like that. “Yes. I promise. Yes.”

You kiss him deeply as you push your panties down over your hips. He helps you strip, hands clumsily cupping yours, painfully desperate for you at this point.

With a shaky breath, you sit up to look down at him and grip him at his base, lining his cock up against you.

When you slowly start to sink onto him, Zach’s breath hitches, a strained moan spilling from his lips when he feels how hot and wet and tight you are. You exhale in pleasure, keeping your eyes locked on his as you get used to the pressure.

You swallow hard when you get to a point where you need to stop, holding yourself up on your knees, your hands splayed on his toned stomach. He’s stretching you out so much, nearly putting you on the cusp of pain.

“Take your time, baby,” he whispers, his hand resting over yours. “I don’t want it to hurt you.”

You nod gratefully. No matter how bad he wants to feel all of you, he’s so relieved you’re doing what you need to do to feel good. He wants to give you nothing but pleasure.

As you take the time to get used to his size, he takes the opportunity to savor every sensation, to appreciate how incredible you look naked, perched up on him.

You slowly put the rest of your weight on him, burying him inside of you all the way, feeling him hit you deep. You almost can’t believe how big he is and how a man this well-endowed isn’t arrogant or egocentric at all.

You meet his gaze again, seeing the sweet way his face pinches with pleasure, looking like he’s so damn grateful that you want him like this.

When you start to gently roll your hips, his length pressed hard and tight inside you, he pulls your hand towards his mouth to kiss your palm.

“Feels good?” he whispers.

“Yes,” you reply through a lustful moan. “So good.”

You start to rock on him a bit faster. Zach can’t hold himself back. It’s like his voice isn’t his, spilling out of his mouth in low, feeble groans from the pleasure of your soft heat wrapped around him.

“Oh, fuck.” His voice weakens. “You’re so tight. Fuck.”

It’s the sexiest sound you’ve ever heard. You thought he whimpered before, but compared to the way he’s whining now, that was nothing.

“Keep making those sounds for me,” you tell him. He’s flattered and so relieved. He’s not confident that he could stop whimpering, no matter how hard he tried.

“Anything you want,” he says shakily.

Your moans tangle in the air together as you start to roll your hips faster, finding a perfect rhythm and filling the room with the sounds of your body meeting his. Zach has to look up at the ceiling, urging himself not to come, not yet, not until you have.

You lean over, chest pressed against his as your lips meet hungrily. Now that you’ve adjusted to his size, he starts to slowly thrust up into you.

The friction against your clit sends sparks through your body, pulling a breathy moan out of you. Between quick kisses, he calls you beautiful over and over, praising you even more than you’ve been praising him.

His breath is hoarse and uneven, hands cupping your hips to help support you with every bounce. You melt into each other with perfect ease, past the initial nerves, moving like you’ve done this together before.

“Just like that,” he whispers as his fingers dig into your skin. He’s lost in the pleasure, revelling in the feeling of you wanting him as bad as he wants you.

One hand stays on your hip while the other drags up your back, caressing your jaw, tilting your head so he can leave kisses on your cheek. When he starts to thrust into you harder, ecstasy rushes through you.

“That’s perfect,” you moan, writhing. “You’re perfect.”

He tilts his head back, eyes squeezing shut, fighting every urge to come. Perfect? He’s never been called perfect in his life.

Within moments, heavy gasps tumble out of your mouth, your body going stiff. You both feel sweet release, unravelling together, hot pleasure flooding your bodies. His hips stutter against yours as he groans through his orgasm, feeling you quiver around him at the same time.

He’s in a haze when you collapse on top of him, your head buried into the crook of his neck. You’re both sweaty and breathless, reeling, shockwaves making you shudder.

“You okay?” he whispers, twitching inside you. “Was it good for you?”

“Yes,” you breathe. You didn’t expect anything less from Zach, already having seen his sweet and affectionate nature so many times, but the care he’s showing you is making your heart feel like it’s weightless.

It’s too soon, way too soon, but you can’t stop your mind from racing to the thought that you can see yourself eventually falling in love with him.

After he cleans up, Zach comes back to lie next to you. He pulls you in so tight that getting any closer to each other would be impossible. His kisses are featherlight over your collarbones, knowing he can’t leave marks any higher, the sounds of his lips puckering on your skin sweet.

You spend countless minutes like this, still naked together under his covers, your breaths slowly starting to even out, both thankful and recovering.

“It feels like I’ve known you for so long,” he admits. He pulls back a little, meeting your eyes as you both rest on his pillow. “Is that crazy?”

“Not crazy,” you say with a wistful smile. “I feel it, too.”

Zach runs his hand up and down your side, drifting over your back with every other stroke. You’re exactly what he always imagined the perfect girl would be like.

His laptop is still playing the film, a dramatic track softly spilling through the speakers.

“You like the movie?” he jokes quietly.

“The first ten minutes were great,” you laugh. “I picked well.”

He chuckles, squeezing your hip.

“What time is it?” you ask.

He lifts his head slightly, draping his arm up over you to check the time on his computer.

“10:37,” he says.

“I should go,” you sigh. His arm tightens around you, shuffling closer to you.

“I want to hold you a little longer,” he replies.

“We’ll get found out,” you giggle. “I’ve already been out of my cabin for so long.”

You secretly hope he’ll say it’s fine, you can just tell your cabin-mate where you really were, and that if a few other counselors know, it’s okay.

But he shifts back, kissing your forehead, leaving a bittersweet feeling sitting on your chest. Blue eyes meet yours and he seems to notice the sadness in your gaze.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he murmurs, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Stay the night?”

You smile, knowing he’s putting your comfort above his right now. He’s already shown you how important it is to him to not get caught breaking the rules.

“I shouldn’t,” you say.

“You don’t want morning cuddles? For real?” he teases. You laugh.

“Maybe next time,” you say. He breathes a sweet chuckle, adorably burying his head into his pillow.

“So, you want to do this again?” he asks, voice muffled.

“Yeah,” you say. “Do you?”

“I do,” Zach says quickly, moving to press his lips onto yours. “Again and again.”

You smile under the kiss. It’s nearly impossible to tear yourself away from him, but you do.

When you stand, you bend to collect your clothes and he helps, quickly finding your panties bunched up on his bed.

“Sit down,” he says softly.

“What?”

“Sit.”

“Don’t order me around,” you tease, but you sit at the edge of his bed, your clothes balled in your hands.

Zach smirks. It’s never been easy for him to make decisions, to be assertive, but when it comes to you, it’s not as big of a challenge as he’s used to.

You watch as he leans down, lowering close to the floor, his hair still a mess. He unbunches your underwear. It’s wrong to let you leave so soon, his heart wringing at the possibility that you’ll feel cheap, like all he wants from you is physical. The least he can do is help you get dressed.

He drags the fabric up over your ankles, your calves, your knees, fingertips ghosting over your skin.

You lift your hips off the bed as he pulls your panties up and you notice his jaw tighten when he sees you up close.

“What?” you say playfully.

Zach scoffs. He already knows that next time you’re alone together, he’ll ask to put his head between your legs and feel you reach your peak on his tongue.

“You know what,” he says.

Once your panties are on, you rake your hand over his hair, touching him lovingly. He gazes up at you, a soft smile on his face.

“I don’t want you to go,” he says, tone hushed, brows turned down in sorrow.

You agree. Leaving simply because there’s a slight chance it could lead to you losing your jobs feels ridiculous right now. But you’d never forgive yourself if you played a role in Zach being forced to leave a place he loves so much.

You’d rather crack a joke than remind him of the fact that you’re risking something every time you’re together in secret like this.

“You’ll have the chance to be the little spoon next time,” you promise. His smile widens as he laughs. “Does Malcolm usually come back here in the morning after an overnight or does he just go straight to breakfast?”

“Straight to breakfast,” he says. “Why?”

“Just wondering,” you shrug. Then, you start to put your bra on, giggling when he quickly stands to help you with that, too.

He kisses you long and deep before you leave, watching you to make sure you make it to your cabin.

Thankfully, Ami’s asleep when you enter. You’re not sure how you look right now, but you’re almost certain you’re not the picture of someone who just got off of an innocent video call with friends.

The next morning, Zach’s brushing his teeth when his phone buzzes with a text from you. you awake?

He replies: Yes, good morning!

You text: you alone?

He texts: Yes… :)

The knocks on his door are rapid, but quiet. When he opens it to see you standing in your uniform, arms crossed as you glance around the campground blanketed in sunlight and morning dew, his heart flutters.

“You said something about wanting morning cuddles?” you say.

Zach beams, pulling you in, shutting the door and kissing you gently. Falling asleep last night without you next to him hurt his heart even more than he expected.

“I think we have a good five minutes before people start leaving their cabins,” you say. “Then I’ll sneak out.”

“Can we take our clothes off?” His fingers dip beneath the hem of your t-shirt. Your cheeks warm at how desperate he is to touch you, even for innocent hugs.

Your clothes are soon a pile on the floor, and you’re snuggling in his bed in your underwear, facing each other like you did last night.

“There,” you say softly, nuzzling into him. “It’s like I never left last night.”

Zach’s body is buzzing, overjoyed that you miss him just as much as he misses you, that you’re so sweet that you come to spend a few minutes with him before the day begins.

“You need to turn around,” you tell him. He catches on and complies immediately, making you laugh at his speed.

You wrap an arm around his broad frame, pressing your cheek against his back, not feeling like much of a big spoon with someone so tall.

Zach lets himself shut his eyes for a little, breathing calm, sleepy breaths as you hug him. He’s never met anyone like you. He’s never felt so seen. So cared for.

He can’t stop thinking about last night, a little nervous you felt slighted having to leave after doing something so intimate.

“How do you feel?” he asks. “About last night?”

“Sore,” you say with a laugh. Admittedly, you can feel tenderness where his body met yours.

“What?” he mumbles sadly. “I hurt you?”

“No, baby. I’m not sore in a bad way,” you reply. “I had a good time.”

He sighs like a weight has been lifted off of him.

“Me, too,” Zach says. “And you can call me baby whenever you want. Just for the record.”

“Got it,” you whisper with a smile.

You continue to talk together. Five minutes go by way too fast. You rush to get dressed when you hear people talking outside, worried you won’t be able to leave without being seen. Thankfully, the coast is clear when you sneak out.

The crowds in the dining hall are loud and rambunctious, a hard contrast to the slow, peaceful way Zach started his day. As he stands in line to make his breakfast plate, he spots you a few people in front of him.

You’re everything he could ever want in a girl and every second not right next to you, not holding your hand, not talking to you, feels like a waste.

He’s completely infatuated. His heart is already yours. He steps forward a little, hoping he can somehow fall into conversation with you.

But seconds later, Ruby approaches him, holding her clipboard, to ask about a shift change. Maybe it’s a good thing he isn’t closer to you. It’s better to avoid any chance of being seen wearing the obviously enamored look he’s sure he always has around you.

Zach is glancing at the chart when he hears one of his campers say your name in confusion. When he looks down at Oliver, he notices the boy’s eyes aren’t on you, though. They’re on Zach’s name-tag.

“Why do you have her name-tag?” he asks loudly.

Cold flushes through Zach’s body as he glances down and sees the shiny plastic rectangle hanging off the lanyard. In the scramble to put your clothes back on this morning, he realizes he must have gotten your name-tags mixed up.

When you heard your name exclaimed, you immediately turned around. Now, you can see that Zach’s eyes are wide, looking lost as Ruby and a few kids look up at him, waiting for an answer.

Your mind is jumbled. You feel for your lanyard. You’re not wearing one. You forgot to grab it from Zach’s floor this morning. And then, he took yours without making sure that it was his. His must still be in his room.

You run with an idea that pops into your head, thinking back to the first time you talked with Zach in this very building, listening to his teasing about how impressive it is that he never lost his name-tag in all his years of working here.

“Okay, I get it,” you say loudly, stepping towards him and holding your hand out. “You’re hilarious.”

Zach meets your eyes, confused. You look down at Oliver, shrugging.

“He’s wearing it because he’s trying to make a point. He was telling me how easy it is to lose your name-tag and I was bragging that I’d never lose it.” You look at Zach. “Where’d you find it?”

Relief settles into Zach’s tense muscles. You and your quick thinking just saved you both.

“Outside, by the staff cabins,” he plays along. “Don’t be so sure of yourself next time.”

You laugh as he pulls the lanyard off over his head, handing it to you.

“Funny,” you say sarcastically, hoping nobody asks where his name-tag is. “Thanks, Oliver.”

“Yeah, good eye,” Ruby says with a laugh. Your gut tells you she’s not suspecting anything, but your anxiety refuses to let you fully relax.

For the rest of the day, you can’t get how freaked out Zach looked when he thought he’d been found out right in front of his aunt out of your head.

You don’t have any drills scheduled with him so after dinner, during free time, you stand by the lake with a few other counselors and text him: can you come by the dock to talk?

“Good thinking this morning,” Zach says to you when he approaches you, quiet enough so that other staff don’t hear him. You notice he has his name-tag now.

“Thanks,” you say with a nervous smile. “Think we got away with it?”

“Yeah,” he says confidently. You nod, looking out at the fire, your brows pinched in worry. “You don’t?”

“That was like, our third time almost getting caught,” you say. “What if we’re not so lucky next time?”

Zach’s stomach drops. Maybe if he was more rational, he could agree that it’s harder to hide than he thought. But right now, his heart doesn’t care about being rational. It’s too busy cracking.

But, because he’s never been good at telling people that they said something he doesn’t want to hear, he nods.

“Guess we’re not that good at keeping the secret,” he agrees, forcing himself to joke away the discomfort.

“It’s so much harder than I expected,” you say. “Do we just… cool things down, maybe?”

Zach looks down at you, his throat tightening. How’d things go wrong this fast? You were naked together last night, whispering sweet things to each other, and now, well… this kind of feels like a break-up.

“You think that’s best?” he asks.

“I hated seeing you so worried this morning,” you confess. “I know how important this job is to you.”

Zach scratches the back of his neck. You don’t miss the way his face drops. You couldn’t miss it from a mile away. You want to reassure him that you still want him. That you’re suggesting this because you care about him so much.

“I think it’s best we do what we originally said we were going to do,” you offer. “We wait until the season’s over and pick up where we left off and go on that date we talked about. Is that okay?”

Zach sighs. No. It’s not okay. He wants to touch you every possible chance he can get, even if it is in a stolen moment he knows he’s not allowed to have.

But he’s never been good at being upset with people. It seems that while you bring out so many sides of him, that piece of him remains unchanged. He’s hurt. But in his usual way, he buries it, not letting it see any light.

“Yeah. You’re right,” he says. “Hope you’re ready for the best date ever.”

You smirk, finding relief in his words.

“Can’t wait,” you say honestly. Zach gives you a smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes and heads back towards the campfire. You already miss him.

That night, you step out of the bathroom in your pajamas to see Ami sitting on her bed, scrolling through her phone.

“Did you see that it’s gonna rain this weekend?” she says to you, eyes glued to her phone. “What do we even do with the kids then?”

“How bad is it supposed to be?” you ask. You settle on your bed on the other side of the cabin.

She looks up, about to answer, but her mouth stays open, no words coming out.

“That bad?” you laugh.

“Um, what’s on your chest?” Ami asks with a scandalized smile.

You look down to see that your pajama top slid down when you sat, revealing the marks that Zach left on you last night.

“What do you mean?” you play dumb. But she’s not falling for it. She laughs and stares at you with a knowing look.

“I mean, the hickeys.”

(part six)

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Shadvent calendar Day 23

Shadow x GN Reader

Christmas Party

The party was in full swing by the time the two of you arrived. Rouge never being one for subtlety had spared no expense for her party. Elegant strands of garland and lights hung on the walls, a large christmas tree perfectly decorated stood grand in the center of the drawing room, perfectly bloomed poinsettias were placed through the halls. It looked like you had walked into a Christmas palace.

Servers went throughout her home offering hors d'oeuvres and cocktails curated just for that night. and most impressively a string quartet played in the living room serenading the partygoers with beautiful renditions of all the classic holiday songs.

"Welcome, I was getting worried the two of you wouldn't show. how's my favorite couple?" Rouge greeted as the two of you walked in.

"Sorry were late we ran into traffic."

"Shadow I'm surprised at you, thinking you could get a lie past me." Rouge teased.

You giggled in response. "Sorry Rouge it was my fault I was having a little wardrobe malfunction."

"Oh no! you have my fullest sympathies" Rouge responded with deep concern. "But it looks like it all worked out you look great, not as nice as me of course, but I have the advantage of knowing my decor."

"well no one can compete in the fashion game with you Rouge you're truly the best."

"Oh you flatter me too much Y/N."

Shadow couldn't help but smile as the two of you spoke. The two people he was closest to enjoying each other's presence, he never thought he would feel like that again after Maria and Gerald. he was glad he was wrong.

the three of you chatted for a while before Rouge had to go off on her hostess duties leaving you and Shadow to yourselves. unfortunately your alone time was short lived. it wasn't before too long Amy found you and whisked you away, something about the charcuterie board, leaving poor Shadow to his own devices.

He never really liked parties too many people and far too much chatter, he was perfectly content just sitting in the corner and watching everyone interact. However, a blue hedgehog had other plans tonight.

❄️

"Can I just say Y/N you look amazing tonight" Amy said handing you a cocktail.

"aww thanks Amy"

"You and your date really do make a fine pair"

"enjoying your handywork are we now?"

"what? I don't know what your talking about"

"Well as I recall, you and Rouge worked pretty hard setting us up."

Amy laughed "Well could you blame us the two of you are just so perfect together."

"Well I can't argue with the results, Thank you Amy."

"You've already thanked me enough, every time I see the two of you together you always look so happy. I don't think I've seen Shadow smile this much and so bright too. Seeing the two of you so in love just warms my heart so much You're just so perfect together."

You smiled at Amy "Well I'll toast to that. And if you need me to return the favor with you know who I'd be happy to oblige."

Amy giggled "I might have to take you up on that someday."

🎄

Shadow watched you and Amy laughing together from across the room, the sound drifting to his ears. He loved your laugh the way it could make a silent room into a symphony, and you just looked so beautiful whenever you laughed. He smiled at your beauty.

"Woah! Shadow are you actually smiling? I didn't know that was even possible." Sonic said as he approached the black hedgehog. "Are you happy to see me?"

"Go away sonic."

"Oh I see, staring at Y/N are we? let guess you have a crush on them don't you?"

"Y/N and I have been dating for quite some time now It's a wonder how you lack such basic observation skills."

"I'm just messing with you Shadow, but I haven't seen you smile like that in like, ever."

"I'll say" Rouge chimed in "It's nice to see you happy like that though it's a good look on you."

"I Agree" added Sonic "But I think infinite might get a little jealous."

"He's been dead for several years he'll get over it."

Sonic laughed " Wow smiling and cracking jokes Y/N Really does bring out the best in you don't they"

Shadow once again looked over to you, at the same time you looked over at him and smiled, he smiled back.

"Yah, they really do,"

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Three hours later, Carlos is scurrying around the living room, picking up what they’ve already knocked over and knocking other things down in the process. Meanwhile, TK has been tasked with searching the bedroom for the fifth time.

“He’s not under the bed!” TK yells, “I can confirm – he’s not in the sex toys.”

“Good!” Carlos hollers, lifting up a throw pillow and jumping out of his skin even though nothing is there.

“We should use the purple plug more often,” TK calls.

“Okay!”

“And the rainbow beads. I know they’re gimmicky–”

“Sure, anything you want.”

“I’ve been thinking about your foreskin lately and how sensitive you–”

“TK, I really can’t talk about this right now!” Carlos cries, spinning around at the sound of scuttling. “I think he’s in the kitchen!”

“On my way!” TK yells, struggling to secure the lid onto their very-full toy box before rushing out of the bedroom.

Carlos, armed with a Swiffer mop, is poking at the gap between refrigerator and cupboard.

TK joins him there, poised with his hands out, ready to pounce.

They stand still, silent.

“I don’t hear anything,” TK whispers.

Carlos gazes all around with a haunted expression. “Neither do I anymore.”

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓 ║ ❝𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐈𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐝, 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞❞

(A/n) ➳ Five chapters down, six more to go! Yep this series is meant to be eleven chapters. I think I made Daryl not Daryl. I don’t know if that made sense but I hope it does.

Word Count ➳ 840

Content Warnings ➳ Womanizer Shane, talks of marriage, unrequited love, rejection, light sexual content, swearing, OOC/Soft Daryl…

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YOU STARED AT THE RECENT TEXT FROM AMY.

You wanted to huff, but you sat across from Shane whose eyes remained on you. His gaze made you sit up unconsciously and uncomfortably, even when you looked out at the window beside you, his gaze never moved.

The two of you sat in silence, utensils clicking against plates and the gentle sounds of the neighboring tables. It wasn’t until Shane’s voice brought you out of your thoughts.

“I remember you sayin’ you wanted to travel. Do you still have those plans?”

You shrugged, tearing into the steak with your fork and knife. “Hard to say, money has been tight. I’m surprised you even remember that, I don’t.”

“It was the night we all went to the drive-in theater. You sounded so happy ‘bout it.” Shane reached into his wallet, pulling out a photo of said night.

You looked up at the sky, a wide smile on your face. You wore a thick jacket that you had a feeling that it was Shane’s. You could barely see Rick and Lori, both of them eating each other’s faces.

“You kept this? Why?”

“Memories, I like to keep ‘em close.” He replied, pulling the photo back into his wallet. “And I wanted to travel with you.”

“Ever tell that to the girls who cling to your arm?” You lifted an eyebrow, brought the piece of steak to your lips, eating it. “Who would’ve gotten angry? Susie? Jamie? Or Scarlet? She would’ve become a storm.”

Shane’s eyes flickered with regret. “Should’ve known you’d never let that go. I know I ain’t ever shown you that I do love you, but I’m ‘ere how. I ain’t got plans to go anywhere without you. Even if I’m second-”

“Stop. Jus’ stop.” You dropped your fork and knife, running your hands over your face. “I-I can’t, Shane. I won’t. I ain’t gonna put you through the pain of being with me. I ain’t gonna do it, you can’t convince me.”

You don’t see the way his eyes narrowed, how his jaw clenched. “I love you, (Y/n). I’m willin’ to make this work.”

“But I ain’t. I can’t love how a wife should love her husband.” Your heart raced but you tried to sound stern and remain firm in your decision. “You are my friend and that’s all.”

You reached into your purse and took out enough to cover your portion to cover your meal. You dropped it into the table and stood, eyes locking with Shane’s.

“I’m sorry Shane.” You slipped on your jacket. “I hope you can understand.”

Without another word, you walked out of the restaurant. You walked into the parking lot of the restaurant, leaning against a random car and fumbling with your phone.

You did it. You finally did it. You should’ve felt clear by now, like weight was taken off your back. But why was your heart still racing? Why were you worrying about the opinions of Lori and Rick? What would they say now?

You knew what they wanted for you. It was probably a dream they wanted. High school sweethearts friends with high school sweethearts. So the friend group would still be together.

You dialed Daryl’s number. After a few rings, Daryl answered, his voice rough and warm. “Hey-”

“Tell me this ain’t bullshit.” You cut him off. “Tell me that all of this isn’t for fun. That I’m not some other girl.”

“Y’know, the bar ain’t the first time I saw ya. I came into the diner late, saw ya.”

“Really? What was I wearing?”

“Ya was comin’ out of a room. White shirt, black skirt, boots, with hooped earrings that shined. Ya was standing next to a blonde.”

“Yeah, Annie. I was leavin’ my shift. You must’ve been lookin’ at her who’s better than me.”

“Ya seriously think that?”

“Yeah, so why ain’t you hookin’ up with her?”

“‘Cause she looked miserable. Didn’t matter how much that woman smiled, it was fake. And at the bar, it wasn’t fake. Ya were where you wanted to be, I swear to ya. I ne’er met anyone like ya and it makes me want to enjoy life again… (Y/n)?”

Daryl had brought you back to your place. His hands are carefully slipping off your shirt, dragging his hands over your exposed skin.

“Am I gonna be some other guy to you?” He whispered against the skin of your neck, his hot breath sending chills.

“Never. ‘Cause I know you.”

He hummed, planting kisses down your neck, chest, and down to your stomach. “Do ya now?”

“There’s more to you.” Daryl lifted his head, coming back up. You take it as a chance to wrap your arms around his neck. “I can see past the cold face you put on. Like at the bar. But everytime you were with me, you ain’t a hardass.”

Daryl chuckled in response. “Ya gettin’ yerself into deep shit, only a fool would.”

“Could a fool fall in love?”

“Yer a hopeless woman.”

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[batboyblog]

Less than 60 days out from the election, how do you think we’re doing, considering the recent debate and Taylor Swift unleashing the Swifties?

I'll start this by saying we're with-in the margin of effort, if either side really puts their backs into it, and pushes and shows up, volunteers in big numbers and turns out voters it could go either way.

So having said that, I feel good, right now the national polls are close, but all show Harris ahead. The swing state polls likewise are close but mostly show tied or leaning to Harris. On top of which Senate Democrats (and the candidate for Governor in NC) are running far ahead of her in polling, I hope thats a sign that late undecideds will break Democrat, they often do break toward the incumbent.

On the debate, I'm often skeptical that debates shift things. That said I think anyone watching would say that debate is pretty unique in the history of Presidential debates. The media has been working very hard to uh "sane wash" Trump and what he says. That debate was an unfiltered view of Trump. I'm frankly shocked he brought up the pet eating, the right has been meming about it but I thought he'd only say some dogwhistle to it not just straight up say some of the most racist shit imaginable on live TV. The bar for Trump was very low and he still failed totally to meet it. Likewise Harris had a high bar and met it, she was claim, she was professional, she came across as ready and smart while also serving as the audience surrogate to let us all know "yeah this is as crazy as you think it is"

just briefly here the attack on Haitian Americans is crazy, and racist, and the whole "the immigrants are eating dogs" goes back 100+ years, I've read people accusing NYC Jews in the early 1900s of kidnapping and eating neighborhood cats and dogs. But also its politically crazy too since Florida where Trump and Republican Senator Rick Scott have both been slipping in the polls as America's largest ethnic Haitian community, just over 500,000 or roughly 2% of the state, so great plan to call them pet stealing and eating monsters just before an election.

The other factor is the Laura Loomer. If anyone doesn't know who she is click that link and enjoy, but basically she's a white nationalist and Islamophobe (that's according to her) and the person extreme far right Republicans point to as proof that they're not "that bad" any ways, Loomer seems to have been with Trump, on his plane the day of the debate and every day since, and Republicans are wigging out

MTG, and any number of Trump super supporters are sounding off about how much they don't like this, and the internet is "joking" that Trump and Loomer are sleeping together. Together with his unhinged debate being connected with one of the worst people in American politics might cause serious problems. In any case a campaign of just alt-right memes is not gonna win most Americans.

On TSwift, I mean the data I've seen showed a really big jump in people exploring registering to vote after her message which is good. I'm again skeptical about how much of an impact she'll have? celebrities in general don't have that big of an impact, basically 90% of famous people are Democrats/liberal, but their fans don't always go along, don't get me wrong I'm happy she endorsed I just am unsure how big an impact it'll end up having.

So to repeat what I said at the top, we're in the margin of effort, if everyone who doesn't want Trump volunteers and puts in the work Harris will win, so

VOLUNTEER

[max-nico]

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Tails feels bad. This isn't a new thing. He tends to feel bad for a lot of things that are apparently not his fault a lot, according to Sonic. He thinks it's different this time, he thinks this time he is truly a bad person. Sure, maybe he can't control what he thinks or how he feels, but he still thought it and that has to count for some sort of untoward personality trait.

Sorry, I'm rambling, not getting to the point. He thinks, but he doesn't know who he's apologizing to. As far as Tails knows he's the only one in his head, and if there is someone else in there he'd like them to come out now. He'd also like them to ignore the thought he had about contingency plans to make sure they never talk about anything they heard. He didn't mean it, he's kidding, obviously. Wait he's still not getting to the point. Shit. He'll explain that now instead.

The point is Tails feels bad because Shadow is in his house. Now in all honesty, Shadow isn't really that terrible to be around. The hedgehog is smart, observant, talented, Tails would even go as far as to call him kind, maybe a little rough around the edges, but still kind. Yes, Shadow is a good person, even with his mean exterior.

Tails already knows what you're thinking, okay (hopefully) disembodied voice in his head? He already knows you're thinking, "well if he's such a good guy, why are you mad that he's in your house?" To that, Tails says "have patience", because he is about to tell you. For someone observing his thoughts instead of your own, you sure are pushy.

Anyway, Tails is upset that Shadow is in his house because Sonic invited him, and they have been getting extremely close lately. So close, that sometimes Sonic misses Tails calls because he's hanging out with Shadow, and sometimes he doesn't even call him back. That's never happened before. Why is that happening now?

What if he was in trouble and Sonic didn't pick up the phone? Sure, he has panic buttons, and phrases, and alarms, and Morse code activations, and contingency plans for contingency plans, but you never know what could happen!! Tails could be shot point blank... Okay no he can't because his windows are bulletproof, but you get what he's saying right? What if there was an emergency and Sonic didn't know because he was too busy hanging out with Shadow to notice? Sonic would never forgive himself!

Okay maybe that was a little extreme, let's calm down and try again. Tails thinks in a voice that sounds suspiciously like Sonic.

He is upset, because he is being ignored. Or at least he thinks he is? Because Sonic still spends time with him, and still picks up the phone more often than not, but that could change. It could change in the blink of an eye. Sonic is so fast and so fickle. If he wanted to, he could leave Tails in the dust before he could even realize Sonic was leaving. Tails has faith Sonic wouldn't just do that though, he's always been thoughtful enough to at least let Tails know when he's leaving, because Sonic is nice like that. Always has been.

Apparently, he's not sweet enough to ask Tails' permission before bringing Shadow over though. Sonic the hedgehog is as close as it gets to perfection, but he's still with his faults. Really super annoying faults that lead to Tails hiding away in his own house.

He figures the two wouldn't really want him there anyways. Between Shadow's innate response of getting overwhelmed when there's more than three things going on–which Tails can relate to–and Sonic's innate need to get under Shadows skin by flirting with him, there is no place for Tails to be in that living room.

Also he's side barring for a second to tell you that he discovered Sonic was flirting with Shadow only a couple weeks ago, because Amy explained it to him. He just thought Sonic liked teasing Shadow more because it ends in a fight every time, but according to Amy, Sonic is only fighting him because that's his way of being close to Shadow. That checks out honestly, Shadow growls if their gloves accidentally touch if they're standing beside each other. Sonic is just a freak who likes to fight, Tails would know.

Anyway, he got off track. He meant to talk about how he's hiding in his workshop, pretending to be busy, and using random power tools so he can't hear Sonic laughing in the living room. He feels a little like a coward, but that's not a new feeling, he's felt like a coward his entire life why stop now? Sorry, off track again. Listen and focus this time okay? What he's saying is he's hiding in his workshop because Sonic invited Shadow over, and Shadow is cool, but seeing them together makes him sick to his stomach. Plus Sonic is kind of a jerk for inviting him over without asking first, not that Sonic asks for permission for basically anything, but a little warning would have still been nice.

Now he's looping his point back to the beginning to bring this back to what he was talking about in the first place. Tails is a bad person, because Sonic is happy, like really happy, and he hates it. He doesn't think he's ever seen his older brother this happy, and that pisses him off, but also makes him sad. He knows he's not enough for Sonic, not enough for anybody, but it's easy to know and harder to observe. It's like the difference between knowing Eggman uses flickies to power his machines, and actually seeing the hurt flickies run out of them. That metaphor might be a little dark for what he's talking about, but it's accurate.

He's gonna start crying if he keeps thinking about this, time to switch topics. His eyes are already watering. Shit. Disembodied voice in his head can you give us a new topic...?... He didn't think so. He's starting to think you're not even there, maybe you left two rants ago and now he's been alone in his mind for the past however long. That might be for the best. It's embarrassing to think of anybody hearing this. Yikes.

What was he thinking about again? Oh right, the fact that Sonic may leave him behind for Shadow one day. He wouldn't even be mad either! If Shadow makes Sonic happier than he does then he should leave, even if the thought makes Tails want to keel over and die it's fine!

Oh, that's not a bad idea actually. What if Tails does die or maybe not die, but like.. magically disappear? Yes, that would be good. That way Sonic wouldn't even have to think about Tails being sad or upset, and he could go frolicking into the sunset with Shadow. That would be great, because taking burdens off of Sonic has always been Tails' job, even if the burden is himself. One must learn when to take a step back after all.

He's gonna cry again. Distraction time. Maybe he can sneak past them and get a snack if he's really quiet. Hopefully. Maybe... Eh, it's worth a shot. Come on disembodied voice, let's make our way through the living room to the kitchen. Hopefully you don't mind arguing do you? Well, too bad.

It's not a big gap from room to room, small hallways connect everything, by design. More walls and more spaces means more hiding spots. He thinks it's smart, and not super paranoid like Sonic says. Sonic is an idiot with a problem communicating, he shouldn't listen to him anyway.

Sorry he didn't mean that. Sonic isn't an idiot, and he's working on communicating better. Tails is just a little mad because he can see Sonic all up and personal in Shadow's space, and Shadow looks red faced like he swallowed a lemon. Oh brother, yuck. He hopes they don't kiss on his couch, he'll have to buy a new one.

Unfortunately, Tails isn't lucky enough for the flames in Shadow's eyes to distract Sonic. He notices as soon as Tails steps foot on the carpet, like he always does. His smile fades from that snarky smirk-ish grin he has to something much more fond. For a moment, Tails forgets all about what he was worried about, and all he feels is excited to see his brother. They've been there for each other through thick and thin, what was he even worried about anyway?

... He just put his arm around Shadow while still smiling at him. Nevermind. Fantasy over. This is the real world. It's best not to forget when you're being replaced when you're right in front of your replacement. Forget the snack, Tails is gonna be sick.

"Hey bud, you done working yet?"

Tails has half a mind to turn right back around, go into his workshop, lock the door, and never come out again. They can have the house, and kiss on the couch if they want to, because Tails is never leaving the safety of his inventions. Ever.

He must be pulling a face, because Sonic raises an eyebrow and jumps over the back of the couch to get to him. Shadow's head is used as leverage, completely messing up his almost neurotically groomed quills, like seriously there wasn't a single one out of place before that, and he grumbles something angry and slightly menacing. Is it mean that Tails wants to laugh at that? Probably. He doesn't care though.

"Alright," Sonic says. "Doesn't matter if you're done or not. Break time."

Tails' face flushes, he hates being treated like a kid, especially in front of someone Sonic likes better. It takes everything in him not to stop his foot on the ground like a petulant child, it takes even more just to stay silent and roll his eyes. He figures that's the adult thing to do here. Doing the less fun and more annoying option tends to be the right option when you wanna be the bigger person. It sucks, to say the least. He already misses petty revenge.

He lets Sonic lead him to the couch to sit between him and Shadow. Eugh. Kill him now. He couldn't have at least granted Tails the end seat, huh? Sure, he usually prefers to sit in the middle of his friends, but this is different. This is scary and new and he doesn't like it. Distantly, Tails hopes the disembodied voice decided to take a hike many minutes ago. He doesn't want to be observing his own thoughts right now, let alone anyone else observing them.

"Here, we're playing a game right now. That geography one that you showed me and Knuckles. What's it called, geotheory or something?"

"It's Geo-guesser." Tails sighs, but still smiles. He's amazing at this game. He and Sonic have traveled the world multiple times, if he was bad at it he wouldn't be able to call himself a genius. "Has Shadow played yet?"

"Nope, we were about to start the round. Impeccable timing as usual, little bro."

Tails will NOT acknowledge the little flutter his heart gives. He feels warm and loved and his worries vanish with just a sentence. Sonic always knows what to say. One day, Tails will also know what to say all the time. He is a genius, but he can admit he still has stuff to learn, the world is soaked in knowledge.

And while you're here, Tails will learn you a little something as well. Hanging out with both Sonic and Shadow at the same time... Honestly isn't that bad? He would even go as far to say it was kind of nice. All three of them have a competitive streak, all three of them are well traveled, and all three of them are good at trash talk, the most important skill to have. Tails also finds joy in telling Shadow embarrassing stories about Sonic every time they switch destinations.

Central City? Hey Sonic, do you remember the time you ran into that crazy fan and you ended up getting roped into proof reading their fanfiction? Sand ruins? Remember getting trapped in that cave and being too stubborn to let me get you out? Westopolis? Remember that circus you accidentally joined?

Tails has known Sonic forever. If there was something embarrassing, Tails was almost guaranteed to have seen it. Shadow has barely heard 1% of the stories Tails can tell about Sonic by the end of the night, and the fox finds himself wanting to tell him more. It's amazing what a few hours and a stupid game of Geo-guesser can do for a friendship.

One night does not fix everything of course, and by the next morning Tails is insecure all over again. He feels even more stupid about it now, because Shadow is funny, and cool, and cocky, and a lot of things Tails isn't. Of course Sonic should leave him behind. That's what's supposed to happen. You are supposed to move to better things, and sometimes the better thing in question is a tall, dark, and brooding hedgehog. Tails will handle it well, because that's his job, to make things easier on his friends. He says friends, plural, because Shadow is his friend now, which means he has two people to make happy. He feels sick again. It's crushing. So crushing he doesn't want to get out of bed.

He would say he hopes Sonic doesn't come in and ask him what's wrong, but he'd be lying. He wants Sonic to ask what's wrong really bad, which brings him back yesterday's thoughts, the ones about him being a bad person. Tails thinks it makes him a pretty bad person to want Sonic to ask what's wrong just so he can lie to him, he refuses to tell him the truth, it's something much too raw and sensitive to say. He can bottle it all up, put it in the corner of his mind, lock it up in a tightly sealed box, and one day he will die with it kept safe, never having been opened. For now though, he just pushes his blankets over his head and tries to go back to sleep.

Sonic doesn't come check on him, doesn't come ask him what's wrong, because he is with Shadow. Tails thinks he should probably just excuse himself from Sonic's life instead of waiting for Sonic to do it himself. The hedgehog is many things, but vulnerable is not one of them. Can you imagine telling your own little brother that you prefer your new... Boyfriend? Person of interest? Rival-turned-partner? That there's not a space for him anymore and it's best for him to leave? That's an incredibly emotional and vulnerable conversation to have, Sonic would avoid it like the plague. Besides, Tails has to take initiative on a lot of adult things like bills and tax write-offs. Adding one more thing couldn't hurt.

Yes, he will make a plan, and then enact it, just like always. Simple. It's just a lot of planning ahead. It's asking questions like, does Sonic want a house? The only reason he even has one now is because Tails has so many live-in labs that double as houses during downtime, without those he'd still be sleeping in burrows in the woods. Well... It's good to mention that he also still does that, despite not needing to anymore. Damn. Questions... Questions..

Tails practically jumps on him when he gets back from wherever he was. His quills are messy, probably windswept, and he has the biggest grin on his face Tails has ever seen. It's dopey, and so lovesick Tails could gag, but he ignores it completely. No time for small talk when there's plans to make.

"Uh oh, I know that face." What face? "What's in danger now?"

"Nothing's in danger, I just have a question."

"Nothing? C'mon buddy, we've known each other like a billion years. You think I don't know your 'I'm making backup plans for backup plans for backup plans' face?"

Tails makes an affronted noise, wrinkling his muzzle. "I do not have a 'backup plans for backup plans for backup plans' face!

"Yeah you do! It looks like this." Sonic puts his hand over his mouth, furrows his eyebrows, pushes his ears back, hunches over, and purposely twitches his right eye every few seconds.

"I don't do that." Tails lies.

Sonic raises an eyebrow, but let's the matter drop, he knows a losing battle when he sees one. Instead of arguing he drops onto the couch, not minding any of the little holes his quills make in the cushion. Tails minds though, Tails minds a lot actually, but he also knows a losing battle when he sees one.

If Tails was a lesser fox he would force his brother to start wearing cotton balls on his quills, partially to save his furniture, partially because his face would be hilarious. He'd send a picture to Amy for scrapbooking. Too bad he's doing the whole being the bigger person thing. How lame.

"Oh. You had a question." Sonic says, turning to look at Tails. He looks tired all of a sudden. Tails wants to throw up again.

"Yeah. If I was like never around, or we never became friends or something. Do you think you would've still gotten a place to stay, or would you live in caves for the rest of your life?" Tails tries to keep it lighthearted, even if his heart feels like it's been lit on fire.

Sonic turns fully towards him, tiredness gone and concern coating his face like glue. Can he side bar again? This time back to his original thought, does it make him a bad person if he were to prefer Sonic tired rather than concerned for him? Tails is just full of terrible thoughts isn't he? Sure is great that no one can hear his thoughts but him... Because that is the rational thing to believe... Obviously... Sorry, this isn't about him right now.

"Woah, that's kinda a crazy question kiddo." Sonic frowns, his green eyes searching Tails face for something the fox isn't privy to. "First of all, there is no way we would ever not be friends, let's make that clear. Second of all, are you kicking me out?" He snorts, a little incredulously. "I mean if you need your space I get it, little buddy, but please-"

"No!" Tails cuts him off because that's not what he's doing. He would never ever ever ever in a million years kick Sonic out, unless it was a prank, otherwise Tails would always leave first. Sonic deserves nice things, he would never take them away. What kind of brother would do that? "Of course not, I would never! I-"

"Okay, then what's the actual problem? Seriously Tails, I'm here for you."

Where's the Sonic who can't handle emotional conversations when you need him? Tails can already feel his throat closing up and his eyes water. He hates crying. Makes him feel like a dumb baby, and he hasn't been a dumb baby in years.

Sonic just looks so sincere that he can't help it. He can't even unclog his throat to choke out a lie. He can barely choke out the tears. His whole body is rigid, tense, he's never felt quite like this before. Like there's ten thousand pounds of weight on him, and crying will make it all crumble, like he just can't cry or something bad will happen. God, what is wrong with him? Can't even cry right.

Sonic softens. "Oh buddy..." He murmurs, standing up to pull Tails into a hug.

Tails flinches back. He's never done that before, or at least not since he was like four and he's twelve now. Why would he do that? Why...

Sonic's quills fold down, and he puts his hands up, showing Tails he has no weapons, like he is surrendering. The action is familiar in a fuzzy nostalgic way, like he can't actually remember a time when Sonic made this exact action, but he remembers how it made him feel. It's too much. It's been too much. Everything is too much.

Tails breaks down in tears, his shoulders loosen, and he slumps with his head softly placed on Sonic's shoulder. He's just barely shorter than him, and he's sure he'd be taller than him now if it wasn't for malnutrition in his childhood.

Sonic slowly wraps his arms around him, gentle and not squeezing, just like he used to do. Back when Tails was still partially Miles, when he couldn't deal with tight hugs because he was afraid of being trapped. It just makes the fox cry harder.

"Please..." He sobs. "Please don't leave." He feels so selfish. Who is he to stop Sonic from leaving if he wants to? "I can do better. I can be better. I miss you so much."

Tails knows he must sound like a lunatic. He knows it. Because he does miss Sonic, more than words can explain, but he's right here. He's crying for a person who is right in front of him. He's begging him to stay when he hasn't even left yet. Is this manipulation? He's not sure, but it feels like it. He needs to let him go.

Tails suddenly pulls away, ripping himself out of his brother's grasp. "Sorry sorry sorry sorry!" He repeats, at least knowing who he's apologizing to this time. "Sorry. I'm okay, I'm alright."

He tries to muster a smile while wiping away his tears, but Sonic's face makes it drop into more of grimace. Sonic just looks so lost, like he doesn't know what to do, but Sonic always knows what to do. This must be Tails' fault then. Unpredictable emotions getting the better of the hedgehog makes sense, but it looks like so much more than that. Sonic looks like Tails just grew a second head, like he doesn't know what or who he's looking at. He honestly looks kinda... Scared?

Tails bites his lip and swallows, refusing to cry again. He just hopes he doesn't look like a coward when he runs back to his workshop. He hopes it looks like a tactical retreat instead of fleeing with his tail between his legs. He hopes Sonic isn't too mad at him as he makes another selfish decision.

He'll try not to dwell, he has a plan to make, and he needs to focus.

He does dwell btw, bc this entire fic was me projecting onto him. How much can you project before it becomes trauma dumping? I think I am toeing the line with this one. I even gave him my cripplingly paranoid thought process. I couldn't help myself

In my last fic, I mentioned trying to go for this like long winded rambling inner monologue thing. I think I did it way better here than there, but go read that one anyway as well lol, it's much sweeter

NOT sontails, icky icky ship imo

This will be posted on ao3 later, I mean it this time !!

Maybe I'll write a happy ending follow up. Maybe I won't. Don't count on it any time soon.

There's a cut screen from this where Tails tell Sonic he needs to brush his quills bc they got messed up from the wind. He goes along with it knowing damn well him and Shadow were getting nasty and that's why his quills are messy. Smh.

Also, my bsf did in fact leave me for her maaan and I just haven't been coping well so. At least y'all got something out of it lol

Barely proof red, as usual. Feel free to hop into my askbox !! I have something more happy and light hearted in the works as well I promise !!

[hobisstar]

blue | y!taehyung x fem!reader

summary: breaking up over difficult reasons was always tuff to handle. Everyone had their different ways with dealing with them. But, Taehyung wasn’t everyone, and he be damned if the love of his life thought it was okay to say such a thing.

warning: nothing too bad! light cursing, a little bit of angst, Taehyung is a little bit of a manipulator in this, tae is a painter in this. possessiveness.

tag list: none!

a/n: Hello! i’ve been on a role but this one will be short! just wanted to get an idea out before i go to bed! if you like this short one, let me know if i should make a longer version of it! enjoy!

disclaimer: as always, i do not intend to say that anyone i write open are actually like this. this is purely fiction and i would like to only keep it that way.

Blue.

the color that y/n thought explained her relationship deeply. it was the color that she picked out in each apartment she shared with her lover, Taehyung.

She loved him… at the start. she really did. But once his career started to take off, he changed and for the worst. he constantly was coming home late after hang out with some painters, constantly smelling like someone else’s perfume, constantly sleeping in on days that the both of them planned to go out and see the world, see the blue.

this time, it was the last straw. taehyung had come back at 3 am with some girl and a guy that was carrying him inside. she promised herself that in the morning she would leave and never return. tired of living the life of a famous man’s forgotten girlfriend.

morning comes and y/n was awaken by the smell of coffee and breakfast but also by the sound of smooth jazz playing. She assumed Tae was in one of his many paintings moods. When he was hungover, coffee and painting was his remedy. Always came up with a beautiful painting that he described as “ lady” who he said always was made in the thoughts of Y/N.

as she got up, took a shower and did her daily morning routine, she remembered her promise. This ends today, now, right now. Yes, she loves him or loved him. But she couldn’t continue to live like this anymore.

She walked to the closet and grabbed the nearest duffel bag and packed most off her clothes shoes and under garments. Lucky for her, her best friend lived not too far from here and always offered her home to her.

Once everything was packed she was heading down the huge staircase and realized that Tae must of been in the kitchen painting this time. She put everything of hers in her car and walked back in ready to end this, no matter what he said, Y/N was completely leaving.

She walked into the kitchen hearing the sweet deep hums of her now mentally but not physically ex boyfriend. His back facing her, she cleared her voice.

“ Tae, do you remember anything about last night?” she asked sitting at the island. “ No, All i remember is that Jimin and Amy carried me home last night. Im sorry, Mi amor, for coming in so late..” he said smiling lightly. he was truly sorry even if it didn’t show. That was Taehyung.

his answers seemed cold, heartless even, but mistaken his love for Y/N. He loves her with his life.

“ Taehyung i can’t do this anymore.” y/n blurted. While still painting Taehyung answered “ Hmm? Do what my dear?” he softly put the paint brush against the canvas. He was painting an image of what their intimacy looked like in art form. Though he had plenty of these paintings, it’s the only thing he would paint after being drunk.

“ Us. Im tired of the drinking, the partying, the coming home at whatever time of night, the ditching me, the canceling dates for the faulty friends of yours. Im tired of sitting in this colorless home when our love is supposed to make it colorful. Im done, Tae. I want to break up.” You stated and took a breath that you didn’t realize you held in. Being this honest felt so refreshing. “ I don’t need your answer, i already packed my things and i’m going to stay with my family for now until i find me a place permanently.” she cut in.

nothing. Taehyung said nothing. but oh he was thinking it. his mind just running on thoughts. he wanted to be okay and accept her choice like a normal human, but he damn sure wasn’t normal. he’s always had the thoughts of locking Y/N up when the day of her maybe wanting to leave came about. he didn’t know it be that fast.

why does she want to leave him so bad? when did y/n have all these issues with his lifestyle? why is it just now coming up? why doesn’t want to talk about it? all of these of examples of what is running through his head. instead of actually letting out a answer, he lets a huff out as he puts his paintbrushes down.

“ Why are you trying to leave?” he asked lowly, “ why is my lifestyle all of a sudden a problem for you?” he just wanted answers. Though he was really trying to add time so he could think about ways to keep her locked her.

He always has bodyguards at their house in the entrance, he could have them bring her bags in and get her car towed. Have them get their food, send out his newest works while he stayed in the house with her. Yeah, he thinks he’ll do exactly that.

“ Trying? oh no Kim, i’m leaving. All of sudden? i’ve mentioned your drinking and party habits plenty of times but you thought i was just nagging you so you ‘mi amor’ d your way out of it,” Y/N stood up and walked out the kitchen to the living room. Taehyung took this time to text his body guards to grab her things out her car, bring them to the back, take her car somewhere far, sell it and put the house on lock down.

He smirked and walked out of the kitchen and stood at the door way between the living room and kitchen, watching her walk to the front door but only to freeze.

Y/N saw the blue light on security system, the light means that the house was on lock down, no way in and no way out, unless you have the code which Taehyung changes every month. He just so happened to had change it earlier this morning. Good choice he was thinking.

“ Taehyung, take off the lock down.” Y/N stated while standing by the door, waiting. He smiled and walked close to her and leaned against the wall.

“ Y/N~, Mi amor~, i find it absolutely entertaining that he had any hope in assuming i was going to let you out this house. You don’t make the choices for us, baby. I do. I decided when you can walk away. And i decided you can’t-“ - “ you can’t force me to stay in here,” “ Cut me off again and i’ll lock you up without any food or water for the next two days until you learn your lesson.” He walked away and sat on the couch organizing the table in front of it.

Y/N was trying to figure out the code. she tried her birthday, nothing, his birthday, nothing, their anniversary, surprise, nothing. “ There is no use, princess.” he turned to look at her. “ It’s not Yeon’s birthday either or the day we got him. You should be a good girl. maybe i’ll let you out early.” he smiled, the smile you used to love.

y/n didn’t expect this. she never thought Tae would do something like this. locking her and hisself in the house for god knows how long? maybe months, maybe years…

“ Let’s go paint something, baby. And don’t be so blue, i won’t hurt you…” he mumbled the last part while staring at her.

Blue.

the color y/n now understands why she thought it was their color. Taehyung always had a way of making her feel stuck. Defeated. Lost with no where to go. he made her feel…

Blue.

[wisecreatorprofessorwolf]

So I’ve decided to write another fic today I’m just feeling the ideas right now. Although I’m still processing episode 8 of x-men 97😯 this may be fairly short

Series X-Men

Remy LeBeau x male reader

Brief summary: Remy and reader have been together for a while, they’ve had highs and lows and Remy wouldn’t trade it for the world, actually he wants to take the next step😉

Remy had been sat outside deep in thought of his most precious treasure, his memories with Y/N three years together, high and lows, fights and tribulations much like any couple, but he wouldn’t change it not one bit of it I guess that’s what love is. He doesn’t notice the presence standing over him. “Whatcha thinking bout sugar” that oh so familiar voice that southern drawl, it just have to be his ex girlfriend Rogue “hey Rogue didn’t notice you there mon ami”.

Rogue notices the change of topic “changing the subject sugar, really what’s going on in that head of yours?”as she sits beside him “ are you thinking about Y/N, you can tell me we broke up on somewhat good terms sugar”. Remy sighs contemplating how to answer “well yeah we’ve been together 3 years and I’m thinking I’m ready to take the next step yer know”.

“I’ve been wondering when this would happen sugar, the two of you just look perfect together”she wraps an arm around him feeling him relax. “Thanks I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. I’m ready for it, I want to marry Y/N” Rogue starts giggling throwing Remy off track he begins to look up and notices a blushing Y/N Remy had said that out loud.

“Y you want t to m marry me?” Y/N could only stutter out he’d never stuttered this hard, the couple notice Rogue stand with some laughter. “Ok bye boys imma go Scott owes me money” and she was gone, the couple were blushing. “I love you mon Cheri” Remy tightly embraced Y/N not wanting to let go of each other their lips meet and that feeling was still there from the first kiss they shared, could only be described as passionate. Remy could feel himself losing himself in the kiss as it was escalating, he had to break the kiss to refill his starved lungs. He wanted that feeling for the rest of his life.

There was something about Y/N that made Remy feel alive in a way he didn’t think possible, Remy was the happiest he’s been ever in his life, he was loved regardless of everything he’d done in the past because it was just that in the past. Remy was surprised to hear Y/N chuckle. “I love you Remy LeBeau” Remy is constantly reminded of all the reasons he loves Y/N, everything about Y/N was perfect, and with that Remy’s hands fumbling through his pockets till he reached the last pocket closest to his heart, for the velvet box and goes down on one knee. “Mon amour, would you make me the happiest and luckiest man alive and marry me?”

Y/N was crying he felt like the lucky one, he began to look between Remy and the ring noticing details all the more clearer, remy’s eyes filled with love and adoration to the ring the gemstone being his favourite. “Yes Remy I’ll marry you always” with that Remy slides the ring on Y/N’s finger and kisses his knuckles the couple is startled by whistles and cheers as they look round they see the whole school and team were outside to celebrate with them as they have an arm wrapped over the other as they mingle with everyone everyone offering their congratulations. The couple were over the moon consumed with the love they have for each other already thinking about the wedding plans.

[jamieroyjamieroy]

I saw someone say how Buck and Tommy wouldn't get their first christmas together and I had to write this.

Buck was dead on his feet. The shift from hell was over and he had 72 hours of uninterrupted time ahead of him. Buck would rather live this latest shift for those 72 hours than spend them alone with his thoughts. The baking has been helping but he is tired of trying to move on. Tired of missing Tommy, tired of being mad at himself and at Tommy. Tired of being mad at his friends because they had someone to go home too.

The brown box sitting beside his door has Buck casting his mind back, did he do some late night shopping? He couldn’t think of anything, impulse buying only lasted the first few days after the break up. It didn’t take his mind of things nearly enough. Buck bent over to pick up the folded piece of paper that was sitting on top of the box.

‘Hey Buck, signed for this for you. Knew you would be home soon so I left it here, got called into work. Thanks for the apple cinnamon loaf, it’s all I’ve been craving lately. Catch ya soon. Amy.’

Written in messy, rushed, slopping handwriting his neighbours note has him smiling softly. Amy knocked on his door earlier this week apologising for interrupting him, especially because she hadn’t introduced herself before, but the smell coming from his kitchen was amazing and the only thing currently helping calm her morning sickness and could she please, please, please have some. Buck, of course, let her have the whole thing as well as several other items that had her eyes lighting up.

The memory of Amy sending her husband over a few days later for more because she ate all of it distracts Buck as he opens the box he dumped on his kitchen counter. He stared at the contents, confused at what he was looking at. What was this, what had he bought? Looking at the label on the box had Buck slumping down on to a stool, sorrow overwhelming him. This was Tommy’s Christmas present.

Damn it, he ordered this weeks ago hoping to surprise Tommy for their first Christmas together. Now it was just a reminder of everything he has lost. Buck isn’t sure how long he sits there staring at the box, but the sun has almost set so it had to be an hour or more. Buck was thinking through all his options for getting this to Tommy. Because he was going to get it to Tommy somehow.

Buck stands up so suddenly he feels light headed, rushing up the stairs to retrieve a gift box he knows has been taking up space for ages. He knew he would use it someday. ‘Never throw out a nice box that had been given to you’ he thinks remembering the numerous times Maddie used to say that at birthday and Christmas time.

Buck hurries downstairs and transfers the contents into the gift box and opens his junk drawer. He moves things around until he finds the scissors and the green ribbon that has been in there for who knows how long and who knows why. Red box, green ribbon it does look Christmas-y at least. Buck knows better than to think this is too good to be true as he grabs the present, his keys and makes his way to his car.

He pulls into Tommy’s driveway, turns off his car and sits in the dark. I’m just going to leave it on his doorstep and go home. I’m just going to leave it on his doorstep and go home. Buck repeats in his head. It’s what he decided on the drive over here, he wants to see Tommy but it is later than he realised and he’s not sure he can handle it. With the plan set in his mind Buck gets out of his car grabbing the present as he exits and closes his door quietly.

“Damn it” he exclaims setting off the motion light he forgot about as he approached Tommy’s front door. Maybe Tommy won’t investigate what set it off, he hopes.

“Ev -Buck? What are you doing here?” Tommy asks standing in the open doorway looking shocked as well as more dishevelled than usual.

Buck takes in the messy hair and skewed clothing, his stomach drops. “I’m, I’m sorry if I’ve interrupted something I just wanted to give you this” he says avoiding Tommy’s eyes and holding the box out without getting any closer to Tommy.

Tommy looks down at his shirt and straightens it, understanding shows on his face as to what Buck thinks he was doing. “I fell asleep on the couch. I haven’t been sleeping all that well, guess it caught up to me when I got home this afternoon,” something like hope flashes in Buck’s eyes. “Do you want to come in Ev -Buck?” Tommy asks stepping to the side to allow Buck room.

“Sure” he says walking into Tommy’s house and moving towards the kitchen because in Buck’s mind it feels less intimate than the living room.

“Do you want a drink?” Tommy asks unsure why Buck is here but bracing himself for the hate he knows he is owed.

“No, I won’t stay long. I just wanted to give you this” Buck says holding out the box again.

Tommy moves slowly towards the box and takes it from Buck’s hands. “We haven’t spoken in weeks and the first time we do it’s so you can give me a present?” Tommy asks looking confused.

“Just open it Tommy, I can’t have this conversation right now” Buck replies suddenly feeling exhausted. He should have slept after his shift before he did this. Or maybe he shouldn’t have brought this to Tommy at all.

“You showed up at my door” Tommy snaps “sorry” he apologies looking at the box he has placed on the table.

“Yeah well I wasn’t going to knock. I had planned to leave this at your door and go. Forgot about that stupid light” Buck replies “Please just open it” knowing he should leave before Tommy does look inside but unable to make his feet move.

Tommy looks the box over again and starts to undo the ribbon “You were going to leave this at my door without a note, or a tag letting me know it’s from, oh my god” Tommy whips his head up to look at Buck. Pulling the items out of the box Tommy turns them this way and that, inspecting them for a long time “These are originals, aren’t they?” he asks Buck tears threatening to spill out “How did you find them? I have been searching for months” Tommy says knowing its silly to get so emotional over some Chevy Impala bumper guards but it is honestly the best present he has received, maybe ever.

“I found a site a little while ago on one of my internet dives and I remembered you telling me about the car you were restoring and how hard the parts were to find.” Buck says feeling almost shy now that he has actually given Tommy the present. “I wanted to get you something meaningful for our first Christmas. So after you told me that you bought that junk heap because your mum always wanted an Impala and restoring it made you feel close to her I knew what I had to get you.” Buck supplies holding back tears of his own. They won’t get their first Christmas together now but if he can still bring some happiness to Tommy’s life he is willing to endure this heartache.

Tommy looks dumb struck at how thoughtful Evan has been. It was more of a rant because Tommy was so frustrated that restoring the car to its original status was more difficult than he realised. He barely remembers telling Evan about why he was doing it, but Evan remembered. Evan searched for this for him. Evan came here tonight even though he looks exhausted and likely coming off a tough shift. When did he switch from thinking this was Buck to remembering he was Evan, Tommy thinks to himself. “Wait here” Tommy says voice cracking slightly as he leaves the kitchen for his bedroom.

Buck worries he has made a mistake bringing up Tommy’s mum but he didn’t want Tommy thinking he just put a couple strips of metal in a box. I should leave before he comes back Buck thinks, preparing to go when Tommy comes back in carrying a frame, eyes looking a little redder than when he left.

“I got your Christmas present a while ago as well” Tommy says handing it to Evan “Sorry it’s not wrapped”

Buck takes the frame and looks down at a black background with a white circle that contains dots and lines. Below the circle ‘The stars aligned’ was printed with Evan and Tommy, a date and coordinates beneath it. “It’s a star map.” Tommy says “It captures the positions of the constellations, stars and planets at a certain time” he explains.

“It’s the date of our first kiss” Evan says a tear sliding down his cheek.

“I was going to give it to Chim and Maddie to give to you, I wanted you to have it but I didn’t think you would want to see me” Tommy says moving towards Evan and raising his hand to wipe the tear away before stopping short.

Buck took a step closer, closing the gap between their bodies “It meant something to you?” he asks unsure what answer he will hear.

“It meant everything Evan” Tommy replies placing his hand on Evan’s cheek “I’m so sorry” he says pulling Evan’s face closer and kissing him softly.

“So am I” Evan says deepening the kiss, knowing Tommy is letting him decide if he wants this. “Apologise later though, kiss me now” he demands.

“Of course Evan” Tommy smiles into the kiss, maybe they will get that first Christmas after all.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61403029

[sharpedgedfool]

Hey there! Hope you don’t mind me popping into your inbox more often lately, but I’ve just been pondering Sonic and Shadow in your AUs a lot and had some questions about them—can’t imagine why (glances over at your AO3 account) /j

1- how does Oliver eventually come to trust (or at least not hate) Sonic in the museum au? I assume it takes a while and involves the two of them spending a lot of time together on their archeological investigation?

2- in the fae au, is it unhealthy for Sonic/Wild Cherry to be pushing himself to wake up in the wintertime? And how does it feel for him the first time he wakes up so early in the cold? (I’d also love to know how he first meets Shadow/Black Ice but I don’t want to ask too much at once…)

3- I know you said you have some ideas for a sequel to your fleetadow fic, would you by any chance be interested in sharing anything about that?

(And of course, feel free to say “you’ll see” in response to any of these if you don’t feel like answering or if they’re too spoilery! I’m just very interested in all of your story ideas /gen /pos)

Hii, I don’t mind questions at all!! Any excuse to ramble about my silly ideas, I’ll just rapid fire answer below (I'll hide it under a cut cause it got a bit long lmao)

1. That’s part of the story yeah! It’ll take a while, but they’re gonna get to know each other over the course of the investigation, the ruins go deep. I can’t say much cause I’m still trying to write it, but I’m excited to see what people make of what I’ve got planned so far! Sonic’s gonna prove his hero shtick isn’t all bells and whistles, and Shadow’s secrets quickly become unavoidable despite his efforts, it's sort of him they're investigating after all, and by the time he realises it's way too late to turn back.

2. It's not really a severe risk to their health, it’s more so just hard for Fae to control their nature; in this case the whole dying/regeneration process usually isn’t something they have any power over, and it usually relies on the cold to naturally let them know when to wake up, kinda like a hibernation type thing. Sonic’s been trying to wake up a smidge earlier for decades now, but its just sheer determination and a bit of luck on his part. If he woke up mid-winter it'd be a bit of a problem, but he just wakes up a few days shy of spring. I have their first meeting scripted out, I was hoping to turn it into a full comic but I’ve not had the time yet so we’ll see. I’ll maybe just write it out instead at some point haha.

3. I’ve been scheming away at that too, the sequels gonna have a bit more focus on Fleetway and Sonic and how they manage to handle their coexistence now they’ve found some common ground, Shadow’s the catalyst for them to get along but he’s not around to play referee all the time. Amy’s gonna get some time to shine too in this one, but its mainly focused on Sonic, Shadow and Fleetway again. I have another fun twist in mind but I’m still working on the outline so I don’t wanna say anything for certain in case I change my mind mid-way through - the endgame is something cheery tho I promise, I like a happy ending!

Thanks for the questions!! Bother me about my aus anytime haha :)

[noellawrites]

Baby Carriage - Yandere!Jonah Simms x reader (part 2)

part one linked here

summary: after being blackmailed into marriage with Jonah, you surprisingly enjoy being with him. but what happens when a baby is added to the mix?

warnings: mentions of forced marriage, birth control tampering, creepy!Jonah, sex, pregnancy

After the honeymoon, you moved in with Jonah immediately. It wasn't necessarily by choice, but you'd returned from the trip to find your apartment empty and everything you owned had already been moved into Jonah's apartment.

The longer you spent with your new husband, the more you fell in love with him. Part of you figured this had been his plan all along, but you really did get along well. Even working together hadn't hindered your marriage. Well, except for the fiery jealousy of Cloud 9's single women.

Speaking of work, Jonah doted on you all day and treated you like a queen. He made your lunches, gave you your vitamins and even tracked your cycle for you.

So, it wasn't a shock to Jonah when you were late only two months after you had gotten married. It was Jonah's plan all along: even though he acted like a feminist, he secretly wanted you all to himself.

Jonah was tired of Cloud 9 customers hitting on you and giving you their numbers. Didn't they know you were only being nice because it was your job? But not for long, because being a mother would be your only job from now on.

--

It had, by all means, been a very normal day at Cloud 9 so far. Marcus did something dumb, Amy was pissed, Glenn was trying to help, and everyone else was just getting through the day. But alarm bells were ringing in your mind.

Today was supposed to be the first day of your period. Of course, you had been late before, but you hadn't actually had a reason to be concerned. But you and Jonah had sex ALL the time, almost daily. And sure, Jonah gave you your birth control every morning, but it wasn't 100% effective.

"Cheyenne," you say under your breath as you approach the jewelry counter, "how did you know you were pregnant?"

She looks over at you, wide-eyed, "oh, uh, I think I just noticed I was getting fatter. Why? Do you think you might be--"

"Shh! Not so loud. I-I think I'm late, but I'm scared to take a test," you confess, biting your cheek.

"Ohmigod yay! Harmonica can be besties with your daughter!" Cheyenne says excitedly, clapping her hands as a big smile spreads across her face.

"I don't even know if I'm pregnant, let alone if it's a girl!" you say as Cheyenne exits the jewelry counter and whisks you away towards the family planning aisle.

--

It feels like an eternity, but it only takes three minutes for the two pink lines to show up on your SuperCloud-branded pregnancy test.

You and Cheyenne, both huddled in the handicap stall, staring down at the positive test. It was true, you and Jonah had created new life.

"Oh my god. Oh my god, Cheyenne, what do I do? Jonah and I have only known each other for four months, a-and we work at Cloud 9!" you sniffle, panic rising up in your throat.

"(y/n)? Are you in there?" Your eyes grew wide when you recognized the voice belonging to your husband. He was yelling from outside the bathroom.

"Y-yeah, I'm okay!" you yell in response.

"Was it positive?"

"Jonah... how'd you know I was taking a test?"

"I asked Tate. And you're late. Sorry, I didn't mean for that to rhyme," he laughed nervously.

You slowly exit the bathroom with the test in your hand, Cheyenne following closely behind.

You feel sick as you hand the test to your husband and watch his face light up with happiness.

"Babe, this is amazing! We're having a baby!" Jonah exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug.

"I'll give you a moment alone," Cheyenne says awkwardly before shuffling away to find Mateo and probably fill him in on the pregnancy.

You tried to smile in an effort to hold your tears back. Even though you loved Jonah, he still forced you to marry him and take his last name, and he'd likely sabotaged your birth control in order to get you pregnant. You weren't ready for this to all happen so quickly.

Jonah pulled away, examining your face. "Everything okay, Mrs. Simms?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm just a little scared. It feels like everything is happening so quickly," you confess. Jonah strokes your arm comfortingly as you lean into his touch.

"Don't worry, babe. I've been planning this since we met. I'm going to take night classes and finish my degree so I can get a real job. And you can stay home with our little one," he explains, gently putting his hand on your stomach.

You loved Jonah, but you were terrified of what he was capable of.

[chaoxfix]

Hello! For the hurt/comfort dialogue prompts: #29. "Do you know how to use a first aid kit?" + Tails

here u go!!! this was a lot of fun to write, i decided to go with classic!sonic and modern/older!tails <3

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Tails is halfway through an errand – dropping off seed packets to Vanilla to repay her for the flowers she donated for Amy’s birthday – when a portal appears out of the sky. 

A blue hedgehog drops out, which is just par for the course. When Tails was younger, he probably would’ve been worried and called out for him. But seeing as this has happened at least once a month for the last several years, Tails no longer wastes the adrenaline. 

Instead, Tails simply reacts. He flies a little faster than usual, and as always, hopes to catch Sonic before he hits the ground. 

(Not that he’s all that worried even if he doesn’t get there in time. Sonic has a tendency to break falls with his face, and it’s never done serious damage before, even falls from space. Tails doubts it’ll start hurting him now.) 

Still, as Sonic falls, Tails can’t help but think it’s odd timing. He wasn’t really expecting Sonic back yet, seeing as he was visiting the Wisps. It doesn’t take that long to travel to and from Planet Wisp, but Sonic was planning on spending at least a few days there. For once, they really weren’t expecting any trouble from Eggman. Though of course, that’s always what Eggman wants them to think, so maybe Tails should’ve known better. 

Either way, Tails will probably get an explanation once his brother has safely touched down. 

…It’s not until Tails actually catches Sonic that he realizes his mistake. 

This, it would appear, isn’t Sonic. Or at least, not his Sonic. 

Tails probably should’ve guessed it, seeing as he came through a portal. Speaking of, he glances up at the portal just in time to see it close, long before Tails ever would’ve been able to fly him back through. 

Then, he glances at the little hedgehog in his arms, and does some basic deductive reasoning to find that there’s no way this version of Sonic is the free spirited nineteen-year-old he knows and loves. 

For one, this Sonic is less than half the size he’s supposed to be – probably closer to a third. If that didn’t give it away, the short quills and round belly do. Even though Tails has seen Sonic’s younger form a few times, he never stops being surprised at just how small he is. Er, was. Seeing him up close, it’s always hard to believe Sonic was fighting Eggman at this age. 

This age being nine, at most. Give or take a few years – Tails was never great at identifying hedgehog growth patterns.  

Deductions made, Tails gently deposits Sonic on the ground in front of him. Thanks to Tails’s latest growth spurt, even at his full height, Sonic could stack three of himself and only just barely make it to Tails’s chin. Sonic doesn’t even seem to realize it’s out of the ordinary. Instead, he just squints up at him, hands on his hips. 

Right. Shorter Mobians hate it when bigger ones don’t respect their stature. Not wanting to be rude, Tails takes a seat in front of him and waves. “Hey there.” 

Sonic – Mini-Sonic, he decides – doesn’t answer. He only looks marginally less suspicious now that Tails is sitting. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you home again in no time,” Tails says, trying to sound friendly, remembering just how out-of-sorts Mini-Sonic had been last time he’d been flung into an alternate timeline. “It’s nice to see you again, though! What tossed you through a portal this time?”

Mini-Sonic just frowns at him – like he’s the suspicious one. 

“It’s okay if you’re upset,” Tails says. “I would be too, if I was in your shoes. But you can trust me. As soon as you’re ready, I’ll take you back to my lab and we’ll start working on a portal to get you back home.” 

Somehow, that’s the wrong thing to say. Mini-Sonic’s quills raise defensively, and he takes a pronounced step back. Almost, Tails realizes a beat too late, like he’s about to run off. 

“Wait!” 

On reflex, Tails reaches out and takes his hand. It’s only because Mini-Sonic is so tiny that Tails manages it. Mini-Sonic, try as he might, is just not fast enough to escape Tails’s grasp. Tails counts his lucky stars. He definitely wouldn’t have been up for chasing down a miniature version of his big brother today. 

However… When Tails actually grabs him, Mini-Sonic does not seem thrilled. He doesn’t look scared, exactly – but there’s an annoyance, a wariness, that Tails isn’t used to. He pulls against Tails’s grip to no avail. It’s almost funny how little a difference it makes, how hard Mini-Sonic seems to be pulling and how easy it is to keep him in tow. 

“Just tell me what’s going on, okay?” Tails says, not yet letting go. “I promise I’ll help.”

That’s when Tails remembers – embarrassingly late – that Sonic is years away from being able to talk. And he’s not entirely sure that this Sonic is fluent enough in sign to hold a conversation even if he did have both hands free. 

Not how Tails saw his Monday going, that’s for sure. 

He sighs. It’s bad enough that his Sonic’s somewhere out in space again, nowhere to be seen. 

But the fact that Sonic’s younger self is here probably doesn’t bode well. No offense to the little guy, but he never shows up unless Sonic’s in an awful lot of trouble. 

Still, it’s impossible to be mad at him. Especially since this version might actually be even younger than usual. Sonic’s usual younger self is usually still a couple of years older than Tails – but now that Tails has grown up a little, this one almost seems to have shrunk, even taking into account Tails’s own greater height. Sonic was definitely a bit of a late bloomer as far as hedgehog species go, but this one barely makes it up to Tails’s knees. 

It takes Tails a moment, but he finally realizes that just because he’s met a younger Sonic… doesn’t mean that this younger Sonic has met him. 

It’s entirely possible that this one is from even earlier in the time-stream than the ones he’s met.

Meaning Mini-Sonic probably has no idea who Tails is.  

Tails stares at the little hedgehog in front of him, and realizes he’s way, way out of his depth. 

That’s also when he notices the tiny red spots on Sonic’s socks. Tails frowns, and follows the red up to his spindly little legs, where there’s a purple patch of sticky fur just above his knee. 

“You’re hurt,” Tails says, feeling even guiltier for grabbing him now. “How bad is it?” 

Of course Sonic didn’t want to be manhandled. He never did anyways, but especially not if he was hurt and didn’t recognize Tails. He barely handled manhandling now, as an adult. 

Mini-Sonic still couldn’t talk though, and still showed no sign of recognizing Tails. And as much as Tails would’ve liked to let him go, Mini-Sonic just kept glancing between Tails’s hand and his easiest escape route, meaning that if he gave him even an inch, Mini-Sonic would shoot off, never to be seen again. 

Tails sighs. Time to do this the old fashioned way. 

“Chili dogs first,” he decides, and easily scoops up mini-Sonic – quills digging into his arms and all – “Then a first aid kit. We’ll patch up your leg, and hopefully by then you’ll realize I’m not trying to hurt you, Sonic.” 

Finally, Sonic’s ears prick up. Tails realizes it’s the first time he’s called him by his name. Duh – no wonder Sonic had reacted so poorly. 

“I know your name because I know you,” Tails says, and watches Sonic’s face turn doubtful. “...In the future,” Tails corrects, “Which is where you are. The future.”

(Under his breath, he mutters, “Chaos, how does Silver deal with this?”) 

Sonic’s doubtful frown doesn’t budge. 

Tails wishes he knew how to convince him. 

Still… even if it’s not good that Mini-Sonic doesn’t trust him, Tails can’t help but chuckle at the way distrust looks on his big brother’s tiny face, chubby cheeks and all. 

It helps Tails stay coolheaded, too, as he flies in the direction of the nearest city, hoping he’s got enough cash for some chili dogs. He’s flying a bit higher than he needs – hopefully the height will be enough of a deterrent to keep Mini-Sonic from biting and clawing him until he wriggles away. Truthfully, Tails is just surprised that Sonic hasn’t done so already. He always imagined Sonic would’ve been a bit more of a gremlin as a kid.

It’s weird that he’s so calm. Tails decides maybe it has something to do with the portal he went through, or the fact that he’s injured. 

“Don’t you worry,” Tails says, unable to resist the urge to rub between Sonic’s ears. Huge, shiny black eyes look up at him, clearly unused to the affection, despite how basic it is. “We’re getting you something to eat first, then I’ll fix up your leg. Or – you’ll fix yourself up, if you don’t want me to. Sonic never says much about his early years, but I figure you probably already know how to do it, right? I mean, clearly you have to, no way you got older without ever figuring out how to wash out an injury and patch it up, and…” 

Mini-Sonic tilts his head at him. 

“You know – patching up injuries,” Tails says, and taps the uninjured skin near Sonic’s knee. 

Mini-Sonic, for all that he seems to mostly understand him, just blinks. 

“...Do you know how to use a first aid kit?” 

Mini-Sonic just scrunches his brows at him, and Tails realizes that his Monday has just gotten even longer. Once the normal-age Sonic gets back, he’s going to need to answer a lot of questions… 

But first, he reminds himself with a deep breath, chili dogs. He might know nothing about raising kids, but at least he knows Sonic well enough to have a cheat sheet. Tails has a feeling he’ll need it. 

[adudelolwriting]

"instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating" but with either brim or jam maybe? 👀👀 (last prompt absolutely gutted me btw it was SO good)

holy fuck i could have SWORN this was meant to be like 500 words. nope. another 1k oneshot . hopefully you'll enjoy :D this ones a lot sweeter than the other one (ask game here)

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Alex knew Brian and Tim were close. Brian is one of Alex's closest friends, and he knew about Tim a long while before he met the man. Alex first met him when Brian was 'auditioning' for the part of Brian, the main character in his film he was making. (Brian already had the part, in Alex's mind. Alex heavily based the character of his friend, and named the role after him.)

Don't get Alex wrong, Tim was an attractive man. He just… he wasn't Alex's type. He seemed very… nervous, talking to most people, his back stiff and arms crossed. Alex really only saw the man's guard get let down when he was off to the side, having a short, private chat with Brian. And Alex didn't think anything of it — why would he?

No, Alex was far more interested in his long term friend. He had talked to Jay, one time, when it was late into the night. They probably should have been asleep, but instead, Alex was talking about Brian. 

"It's just, he gives me the butterflies, like Amy used to," Alex said, laying on his back and staring at the popcorn ceiling of his room. 

"So you have a crush on him?" Jay asked, his head tilting to the side, like it always does when he was curious or interested in something. Alex shook his head, "no, I can't have one. I know he swings both ways, but he's my friend. I've known him almost as long as I've known you."

Jay chuckled, leaning back on his elbows, looking to Alex. "That doesn't mean much, dude. If he makes you feel like you felt for Amy, I think that's a pretty big sign," he smiles.

But Alex can't have a crush on Brian, right?

Yeah, the man makes his stomach flip, and pretty, and he makes Alex laugh, and…

Oh. 

Oh.

Alex had a crush on Brian.

Alex had a crush on Brian, and Jay was the one who helped him realize.

He let out a groan, blush blooming from his face as Alex tried to hide himself. Jay laughed at him, patting him on his shoulder. "Maybe you should ask him out. It looks like he feels the same for you too, dude."

"I just found out I liked him, I can't just — ask him out like that!" Alex huffed, voice muffled by his hands.

"Why not? Someone else might ask him out first! Imagine if like, he and Sarah got together," Jay laughed quietly, to which Alex groaned again, muttering a 'shut up' and throwing a pillow on him.

Some days have passed now, and Alex could only focus on the fact that he liked Brian. After shooting, Alex had made a plan to ask Brian — er, well, at least tell him. Maybe explain and hope production of Marble Hornets wouldn't be awkward if Alex explained why he couldn't look at Brian without getting flustered.

Once filming for the day was done, Brian and Tim were talking quietly as Seth put the camera away, and Sarah and Jay talked. It was a pretty full day, with all of the crew around. (Sarah even decided to stay and watch after her scenes were done!)

Alex walked over to Brian and Tim, and their conversation pauses as he got closer. "Hey man! What's up?" Brian asks. 

"Could I talk to you for a moment? Uh, privately?" Alex asked, and he felt his blush already starting to rise. Brian looks back to Tim, who simply shrugged. 

"Yeah, of course. Lead the way!" Brian smiled, and god, was the man pretty. Alex shook his head. The two walked a bit further from the set — out of earshot of everyone else. "Uh, I'm not in trouble or anything, right? Not firing me or anything?" Brian laughs, putting an easy smile on Alex's face.

"No, no. Nothing of the sort. It's, uh…" Alex paused, as if thinking of the words of his scrambled brain. "It's more… personal, I guess."

Brian's eyebrows tilt in concern. "Is everything okay?" 

"Yeah — It's, yeah." Alex took a deep breath. "Brian, I — I like you." 

His face must be so red. He can't make eye contact, instead staring down into the grass. The silence washes over them, and god, Alex ruined everything, didn't he?

"Oh my god," Brian giggles after a second, which felt like an eternity, "God, Alex, I like you too. Did you really not pick up any of the signs?"

"You… what?" Alex feels like his brain broke. Brian liked him too? Brian had been leaving signs?

"Yeah man!" Brian grinned. "I've liked you, for like, forever now. You never did anything so I didn't think you liked me back."

Alex laughs at himself. Of course. "Ah, in that case… are you free this weekend..?"

"Alex Kralie, are you asking me out on a date?" 

"If you could be inclined to join me, then… yes?" 

"I would love to. I'll have to ask Tim, to see if he's okay with it." Huh? "We've talked briefly about it, but I'll have to double check if we can get serious, too."

"What?" Alex asked. "Why — Why do you have to ask Tim?" 

Brian's eyebrows now curl in confusion. "Because… me and Tim are dating?"

"What?"

Brian giggles, breath whistling quietly from the gap in his teeth. "Me and Tim have been together for like, two or three years!"

"And you — you didn't tell anyone?" Embarrassment and shame flushes through Alex. He asked out a taken man. 

"We… we did, didn't we?" Brian says, seemingly to himself. "I thought we did. Was it not obvious? I've literally gushed about him for hours."

"I just— I thought you guys were friends — Sorry, I should go—" Alex was about to turn around and leave, but Brian took his hand into his own.

"Hey, dude, it's fine. I'm poly, y'know? I have two hands. I like you too, did you just forget that?" Brian giggles lightly. "Please don't run away from me 'cause of this, Alex. I'm like, ninety-nine percent sure Tim's okay with this."

They talked it out, talked to Tim, and everything was okay. 

And, well, besides.

Brian does have two hands for a reason.

[littlespacereader]

(sorry I'm asking anonymously i get nervous doing requests because my brain is silly) i have read your recent couple of doctor who fics and i love them!! they are so sweet and cute, i was wondering if you would ever do a cg Amy and Rory with a little reader?

<3

When I tell you that this is one of the cutest ideas ever, I mean THIS IS ONE OF THE CUTEST IDEAS EVER! I love Amy and Rory so much! I love their relationship and their dynamic with the Doctor so much! So to add a little one to the mix is just *chefs kiss*. I really hope you love this super fluffy story! Make sure you read till the end! It could open the door to a part 2 possibly👀 Anyway! Please enjoy! Thank you for the request!!

Little Flower in the Garden🪴🏡

Caregiver! Amy Pond, Caregiver! Rory Williams & GN Little! Reader (SFW!)

Tags - sleepy cuddles, forehead kisses, gardening, hugs, water gun fight, and a surprise at the end👀

The sun cast its rays through the window of Amy and Rory’s house with the blue front door. They both groan, not really wanting to get up just yet. It’s the weekend meaning they both had time off to just relax.

Rory pulled the blanket back up so he could go back to sleep, but it would budge. He pulled again, the same result. Finally he opened his eyes and sat up to see what was causing his blanket to be weighted down so much.

Y/N laid snug between Amy and Rory, thumb in their mouth with one hand while the other held onto Amy’s arm.

Rory couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. Lately they’ve been trying to get Y/N to sleep in their own bed so they could have a little privacy at night. But it seems it isn’t working as much as they tried.

Amy started to wake up herself, pulling in her arm only to find it held only by her sweet little one. She smiled, leaning down to place a kiss on their head before turning and looking at Rory.

Rory raised an eye brow, “You know they’re never going to learn if you keep encouraging them.”

“Well I think maybe they needed a little extra comfort last night.”

“Yeah? What about my comfort?”

Now it was Amy’s turn to roll her eyes, “You get plenty of it too.” She leaned over and gave him a kiss.

“Plus,” she added, “They’ve been really good at staying in their own bed this week.”

“No they haven’t.”

“Yes they have. They slept in their bed…what was it…Oh! Tuesday night, they slept through the night in their own bed.”

“Yeah they did….but what about the other nights?” Rory smirked.

“Well…progress is progress.” Amy shrugged.

By this time their Little one was starts to wake up to the sounds of their Caregivers talking above them. “Mama? Papa?” I mumbled with a yawn.

“We’re right here sweetheart. Good morning to you too.” Rory said, placing a kiss to the top of their head.

Y/N rolled over and snuggled closer to Rory. He smiled, as he wrapped his arm around them pulling them closer.

Amy smirked “So much for not wanting them in the bed.”

“Shut up.” He chuckled.

~~~

It’s a beautiful day! The sun is shining! It’s clear skies! And best of all, we had no plans. Those are the best type of days!

Papa made breakfast while I sat at the counter top eating along side Mama. “What are we gonna do today?” I asked looking to her.

“Now that is a very good question….” She put her fork down and made a funny face like she was thinking very hard. I started to giggle.

“All I know is I gotta fix the fence.” Papa pointed out front.

One of our flower gardens out front has a small little fence wrapped around it. I went to bed one night and it was fine, but when I woke up the next morning it was broken! What could’ve happened?

I asked Mama and Papa about it but got strange responses from either one. So naturally it was my turn to play detective and figure it out. No animals, no foot prints! The only thing I could find was that the shape of whatever broke it was a big square. What box hit the flower garden? It didn’t make sense!

“Papa might have the right idea. We shouldn’t waste this beautiful inside. Let’s work on Mama’s garden together. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

I happily nodded my head. That would be the best!! I loved helping Mama in her garden! So the two of us left the dishes for Papa and made our way to the backyard.

Mama helped me put my shoes on before we walked hand in hand to the shed. Truth be told….the shed is a bit scary. So as we got closer I started to hide behind Mama.

She noticed this right away and decided to play a game with it. “Don’t worry Y/N, I am your knight vowed to protect your royalty with my life!”

She swung the door opened and pretended to point a sword inside the shed. “Back foul creatures! Back!” She waved the pretend sword around.

She turned back to me and offered her hand again, “There is no monster in here. I’ve made sure of it.”

I smiled and took her hand again, “Thank you Mama.”

She squeeze my hand lightly, “Of course. Can’t have anyone trying to take my little bug now can I?”

We walked into the shed and grabbed our supplies! A sun hat for both of us, two hand shovels, a rake, gardening scissors, some new seeds, and a watering can.

With our supplies in hand we began our gardening! Mama made a new flower box for us to start planting new flowers in. “Alright Y/N why don’t you dig small holes in the planter why I snip some of the dead leafs off the rose bush over there. Sound good?”

I nodded my head and got to work! It’s a nice warm day out, but not terribly hot for what we are doing. I made small holes in rows so that each seed would have a nice place to sleep and grow into a flower.

“Excellent job!” She came back over, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Now we have to plant our seeds. Here,” she handed me the small bag. “You do the honors.”

I happily took the bag and began to gently place each seed into each spot. Once done, I covered all the seeds with the rest of the dirt.

I grabbed the watering can and ran over to Mama. “Mama! Water!”

“The spout back here is broken but I think the one out front is working. Ask Papa to help you, he should be out there.” Mama said as she clipped the roses.

I nodded and ran around the house to the front. There Papa was beginning to fix the small fence around one of our flower garden.

“Papa!” I dropped the watering can and gave him a hug from behind.

He jumped at the surprise hug but smiled all the same. “Hey! There’s my sweetheart! What are you trying to do? Give your Papa a heart attack?” He joked, turning around and giving them a proper hug.

“I need help with my watering can.” I pointed out.

“The other spout is still broken isn’t it?” Papa sighed.

“Yeah…”

“That’s okay. I’ll add it to the list.” He joked, “Let’s get your can filled up so your plants have something nice to drink.”

Hand in hand we walked over to the spout. He turned it on and filled it up for me. “Alright see if that too heavy for you.” He handed it to me.

When I went to grab it it was too heavy as it slipped from my hands and splashed up at us. I giggled and Papa laughed too.

“Hey! You dropped that on purpose!” Papa teased.

“I did not!” I laughed again.

“Oh alright. But I’m keeping my eye on you.” He dumped some of the water out before handing it back to me. “There, that should be better.”

I grabbed the watering can and it was much easier to hold now. “Thank you Papa!”

“Of course sweetheart. If you need anything I’ll be trying to build this fence again.” He sighed as he returned to his work.

I returned back to the backyard and right over to my flower garden. I made sure not to give my seeds too much water but just enough so they had something nice to drink.

With the remaining water I walked around and gave our other plants something nice to drink.

“Y/N! Come over here quick!” Mama called out.

I dropped my watering can and ran over. She turned around with her hands cupped over one another. “Put your hands out.”

I did as she asked and she dropped a small caterpillar into my hands. I gasped and looked at the cute little guy walking around slowly in my hands. “Wow!”

“Found him eating all my rose leaves! Must’ve been very hungry!”

“Do you think he’s going to be a butterfly one day?” I asked looking up at Mama.

“Oh definitely! What color do you think he’ll be?”

“Purple!”

“Oh I can see it now! Him with his purple wings flying around the garden.” I smiled at the mental image.

“Now put him down somewhere safe. We don’t want him to get hurt.” Mama instructed.

I nod my head and went to a separate planter box with tons of leafy plants. “Here Mr. Caterpillar, this will be a nice home for you.” I gently place him down and watch him slowly make his way to another leaf to eat.

“Y/N,” Mama called out to me, “Go wash your hands real fast before you go back to watering.” I nod my head and run back inside.

I made my way into the kitchen and start to wash my hands in the empty sink. I look through the window and see Papa working hard on the fence. Since he’s doing something more strenuous than Mama and I he’s starting to sweat in the heat.

With my hands clean, I grab a cup from the cupboard and open the fridge. I move the custard over to the side and grab the pitcher of lemonade. I pour a glass for Papa and bring it outside.

I pull on his shirt to get his attention and not scare him again. When he turns towards me I hand him the cup. “Here Papa, I got you lemonade!”

“Awww! For me? You’re so sweet Y/N. Thank you so much!” He takes the cup and places a kiss on my head. “You take such good care of me.” He wraps an arm around me.

“How’s the fence?” I lean into his side and look at the progress he’s making on the fence.

“It’s going. Hopefully this time the wind won’t blow it down again.”

“I thought Mama said Betty across the street fell on it?”

“That’s what I meant! The…The time before! Yeah the time before it was the wind.” Papa quickly said.

“Hey you lot!” Mama called from behind. She threw two water guns infront of us before she sprayed us with hers. “No slacking on the job.”

Papa quickly put his cup down and grabbed the water guns, handing one to me. “Are we going to take this? Let’s get her!”

And so the rest of the afternoon was spent with the three of us chasing one another around the yard with our water guns in hand laughing and giggling.

~~~

It was the middle of the night. I yawned and opened my eyes realizing I’m in my own bed. That’s wrong…I should be with Papa and Mama. So with a big stretch and a yawn, I grab my blankie and made my way out of bed.

But I only make two steps out of my bed and toward the door when I hear a strange notice outside followed by the sound of cracking.

I quickly run to the my window and look outside. There, where the fence was just fix is…a blue box?! What?

I stare out the window at the strange blue box now sitting in the flower garden. That’s what broke it the last time! But…how did it get there? And what is it?

My curiosity takes over as I run downstairs and out front in pjs with my blankie in hand. There, staring at the box, stood a man…a tall man, with brown hair and a bow tie.

“I’m sorry Amy, I think at this point the Tardis just doesn’t like your planter-.” He turns around and stops when his eyes land on me.

“Oh! Hello! You must’ve be Y/N! I’ve heard so much about you from your Caregivers!” His whole face lit up seeing me for the first time.

He walked over with a big smile on his face. “I’m the Doctor.”

[affectionatelyrs]

WIP Wednesday

FRIENDS! HAPPY WEDNESDAY! I've been... not very active on here lately. I won't divulge my life troubles to y'all but I miss all of you greatly but I'm back (I think) and better than ever (that might be a lie) to give y'all some content from a fic that I've been PLANNING SINCE SEPTEMBER. It's been languishing as an outline for a while and I finally don't have any excuses to not write it... so here we are

Thank you to @anincompletelist @inexplicablymine @firenati0n @wordsofhoneydew @ships-to-sail @kiwiana-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @getmehighonmagic for the tags today! :)

SO WITH THAT BEING SAID... here's a snippet from what I'm for now calling Walk and Talk! :) It's a college AU wherein there's minimal plot just vibes but also not uhhhh Alex and Henry walking out of class together every day and getting to know each other through it all but also Alex is like the literal fucking sun absolute sunshine boy and Henry is so gone it’s not funny (I quite honestly don't know how else to explain this except I consider it to be written in an IRL epistolary style maybe idk stop asking me questions I'm just a girl)

Henry watches the boy maneuver his way through the seats with rapt attention, even after everyone has turned their own back toward the projector screen, which confuses Henry to no end. This boy is much more interesting to watch. Much more beautiful, too—Christ. And then, inexplicably, he plops down into the seat right next to Henry’s, despite there being over a dozen other open ones that wouldn’t require anyone’s personal space to be invaded. Not that Henry particularly minds this, though. He tries to pretend that he isn’t overtly staring by acting as though he is taking very intense, very important notes when he realizes that he doesn’t actually have a pen out, and that his hands are merely hovering over the table while he gazes intensely at a starkly, obviously blank piece of paper. Henry blinks once, twice, before hearing a quiet huff of laughter from beside him. Then, there’s a hot pink pen being slid between his fingers, and Henry has to use his higher-brain powers to make sure he holds onto it, lest it go rolling across the floor and straight into jegging-girl’s coffee spill. Before Henry can get out any words of gratitude, the boy winks at him, whispers, “Don’t worry ‘bout it, babe,” and then immediately, emphatically shoots his hand up to answer one of the professor’s questions. He does a small, triumphant nod upon getting it right, leaving Henry to wonder when he had any time to pay attention to the material to make such an accomplishment possible.

OPEN TAG but also tagging some lovely people under the cut

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