#amy just wants some fur babies

[sonknuxadow]

sorry i dont really like the shadow is silvers dad theory/headcanon/whatever and part of the reason for it is that people keep presenting it as an actual thing that could be possible even though it makes no sense and all "evidence" people use to back it up is easily disputed

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

rewatching sonic twittok takeover #7 and there were some fucking GEMS of moments in here that i just kinda forgot about so recap

the boys were being SUCH boys in this one. making fart jokes and getting knuckles to hit himself was SO funny

shadow says his favorite flowers are lantanas

knuckles says she wants to see a version of sonic with laser eyes. nobody tell him about fleetway

tails "i hope there's a sonic that's my best friend <3 oH WAIT <3 THAT'S YOU!!! :D"

knuckles's answer to "what's under your gloves" is "what are you, a cop?" he implies this question is invasive

tails describes his own fur as "yellow-orange"

in the "sonic's dream" question, it's implied that sonic is a lil bit needy for attention. also knuckles mentioned he had a dream that the master emerald was talking to him

eggman has seen the incredibles

knuckles also made a ref to "so you're saying there's a chance" which implies he might've seen dumb and dumber. it's also a jim carrey reference

the team makes fun of knuckles for having a crush on rouge (whether or not he actually has a crush or if they're just annoying him on purpose is never stated, but tails did say knuckles bought her daisies. which is funny bc where the hell did knuckles get that money. tails also says he knows bc "he's a gossip")

knuckles refers to himself as "knuckles echidna", which probably wasn't an intentional reference to satam/underground sonic being "sonic hedgehog" but i appreciated it

knuckles once found shadow standing and staring silently at the trees of luminous forest and immediately, without question, started standing there staring with him

tails tries to suck up to razer gaming computers' official account which is really cute

tails gets dizzy during spin-dashing. amy used to but got used to it. sonic was really surprised to hear this

IF WE ALL DON'T REMEMBER THE TAILS "FEAR OF THUNDER" QUESTION WHAT EVEN ARE WE. tails homeless canon

tails says he admires eggman's work ethic and that made eggman emotional bc he doesn't get complimented much

when asked what eggman's fursona would be, amy suggested a fox or a wolf, sonic suggested a sloth or a baby flicky, which made me think of that one @neurotypical-sonic post

knuckles immediately tells a knuckles fan that he's a "terrible role-model" and he shouldn't have fans. then says of his personality: "everything sucks."

amy calls her fortune cards a hyperfixation, which implies that she's canonically neurodivergent

knuckles tries to steal amy's fortune card that has the master emerald on it

amy confirms that her bracelets aren't inhibitor rings which is funny cause that's like, an old 2020 post of mine lmao

amy claims shadow had fun at the hot honey concert and then asks sonic if he was jealous. sonic then proceeded to say that he's great company at a concert. amy invites everyone to a concert and knuckles says he wants to be in the mosh pit. tails says he wants to practice his line dance

when asked how he feels about shadow, tails calls him a misunderstood tragic hero and immediately points out that he's lost someone close to him and been "grappling with that for years."

HYSTERICAL moment when someone asks for rings and knuckles immediately punches sonic and steals his rings

eggman can't even remember starline's name. like bro you killed him

when asked about winter activities, knuckles likes snowball fights, sonic likes snowboarding, amy likes holiday decorating (and is one of the bitches who starts November 1), eggman says seasonal depression gives him great ideas, and tails didn't say anyth

sonic likes trains and supporting public transportation

sonic says he loves sleeping. eggman's been trying "intermittent sleep" which isnt going well

"would you guys like sonic if he was a worm" amy and tails say they would, knuckles says he wouldn't. sonic then quips that amy is a lil scared of bugs

vanilla apparently is constantly inviting the entire sonic squad for dinner. they seem to go over regularly

eggman eats paint

knuckles isn't allowed on the internet without supervision since the "incident."

amy and tails want to be more independent, knuckles wants to be less so.

"if you could swap roles with someone for an entire day, who would you choose" tails wanted eggman in order to get a hold with his tech

"is it painful to give knuckles a fist bump or a handshake" yes

eggman did indeed dissolve GUN during forces

it's implied tails knows what five nights at freddy's is. sonic freddy fazbear will be AT the fridge

sonic liked fighting fang and the end (which he referred to as a narcissistic planet), tails liked fighting chaos cause he "came into his own" during that game, amy says neo metal sonic gave her a headache, and knuckles says he has fought a lot of ghosts

eggman's goggles are for wind protection and style

tails's tails don't get tangled bc he's careful

trip has still been on the northstar islands this whole time. girl really looked out at the planet broken into shards and said "not my fucking problem"

[tornado1992]

Sonic has always loved the golden color, that specific yellow was such a beautiful, lively color.

Red is his obvious answer to the “what is your favorite color?” question, but if they told him that he had to choose only one color he could see for the rest of his life, he knows golden yellow and baby blue would be the ones fighting for the throne.

How could they not? Those were his little bro’s colors.

Every time he looked at Tails it was like the sun had embraced the sky into a tiny fluffy ball, making both of them brighter and brighter, shining against each other, the softest shade of sky blue being evolved into a heart warming sun.

Tails was the infinite answer to the happiness question. His unstoppable potential to achieve anything he wanted, the endless possibilities of a wide happy future for him, the one who always accompanied him in his worldwide runs, just like the sky.

His brother was a soft light that warmed his heart everyday, a bright path to follow when he fell to deep in the dark, a reason to keep fighting for.

Yeah, Tails felt like the sky. But he was Sonic’s sun. And if he had to fight all his life to make sure that those bright baby blue eyes keep shining and that golden yellow fur keeps glowing, then he’ll fight till the world itself ended.

His world was ending. Slowly.

It was so sudden, so uncanny, and so, so unfair. They were happy, they were running together, they were laughing and racing each other until Tails abruptly fell from the sky, Sonic almost too late to catch him. “Just a headache” he said while being cradled in Sonic’s arms. Headaches were not supposed to make you faint, but Tails was fine, so it had to be okay.

It stated slowly. Tails kept fainting for some time, they worried, they went to the hospital and all the doctors said it was nothing. He started to vomit every time he ate, they returned to the doctors and the same answer was given.

He couldn’t sleep, they no longer believed the doctors.

His tails went limp, he couldn’t fly anymore, and his bright yellow fur was fading its color, he took matters into his own hands and after lots of analysis and test they got an answer for his predicament.

Tails was sick.

His fur was no longer shining, his eyes were no longer sparkling. Bright golden being rebalanced by an ashy sad yellow, and baby blue being covered by an infinite gray shadow.

Leaving a dark cloudy sky with a sun no longer shining.

His body was getting thinner by the day, Sonic could always carry Tails easily, he was a big brother, it came in the job’s description, so if he had to help Tails stand and walk for some time it didn’t matter, he’ll be by his side until he recovered. Until he no longer had to apologize for not finishing Amy’s cooking, until they’d stop bringing him to Angel Island trying to get the Master Emerald to heal him.

It didn’t matter how long would it take, he’ll be with him until he shines brighter than the sun once again.

Why

That was his only question

Why him? Why did it have to be him? Why wasn’t there any existing cure yet? Why didn’t even Tails had an answer? Why couldn’t Sonic do anything about it?

Tails was eight years old, eight, he hadn’t reached double digits yet, his birthday still too many months away. It could’ve been anyone, anyone but him. He had so much yet to live, and he told Sonic he knew he was dying.

A non believer would pray to a god to save their child. A believer would fight their god to save their child.

Sonic has already killed so many gods, and he’s already prayed to the ones that were left. So why wasn’t his sun shining again?

What deity did he annoy this time? What could’ve offend the universe so much that it has to take it on his baby brother? Why couldn’t it just burn the whole world down? Why couldn’t every enemy he’s ever faced come back and fight him? Why couldn’t reality just rip both his legs out instead? Why did it have to be Tails?

Sonic was willing to fight, bleed and die for that kit, so why couldn’t they just taken Sonic instead?

When his fur no longer showed any yellow brightnes and started getting covered by his own blood anytime he tried to speak they knew it was too late. When not even an over analysis on Shadows blood gave any hint of a cure, when not even Eggman’s biology knowledge and failed antidotes could even slow it down.

Not any deity, not the Master Emerald, not Sonic. No one could save him.

There was no solution. This was a threat he couldn’t outrun with Tails in his arms. An unforgiving curse slowly taking away his pride and joy to never give it back. A mocking laughing unknown force killing the only thing he would chose over anything else, his sun and sky, his kid.

Amy showered his forehead with kisses every time she came over, reading him bedtime stories to try and help him sleep, spoon feeding him his favorite ice cream when he was too weak to do it himself and too embarrassed to ask his brother. Knuckles stayed near their home, ready to assist in case there was an emergency, always bringing handmade wood toys so the kit could still play with something even if his arms were weak enough not to hold a small wrench, it wasn’t tinkering, but it made him a little bit happier.

They both told Tails how much they loved him every single time they were with him.

And Sonic couldn’t.

He hadn’t tell him that he loved him, not enough times before all this, never enough.

He couldn’t tell him he loved him now, not with words. He couldn’t voice that well known fact. Because his little bro already knew. Because it was something that was supposed to be shown with actions, not words. Because it went unsaid.

Because telling him he loves him now would mean accepting he’ll be gone. Accepting he lost, accepting he will lose him.

Sonic refused to lose him.

He needed to run, he needed to go away, because if he stayed, he didn’t think he’ll be strong enough not to crumble if they take his light away, when they take his light away.

He didn’t run, because that’s his brother, because even if his own heart is threatening to stop every time he looks at the cub’s small trembling frame, his heart wasn’t the one stoping in real time. So he stayed.

He stayed when Vanilla came over to check on Tails, to gift him a knitted beanie and matching gloves so he wouldn’t be cold in his own bed, the bed he hadn’t left in weeks. He stayed when he couldn’t properly take a bath by himself, helping him cleaning and brushing his fur while memories of baby fox fangs and campfires invaded his mind. He stayed when Tails couldn’t do anything but cry at the aching in his bones, and Sonic couldn’t do anything but hold him close.

His heartbeat was slower than usual, and that was already too slow.

And he was so, so cold. He wasn’t supposed to be cold, no, his golden fluffy fur was supposed to keep him warm.

The memory of his little squeaky voice was still engraved in Sonic’s mind, even if it had been months without properly hearing, and yet…

“I’m sorry”

“What’s that buddy?”

“I’m sorry, for making you wait for me to go”

No.

Why was his eight year old brother apologizing? Why did his kid feel the need to apologize for not dying? No. He knew exactly way, the reason were his feet’s constant tapping on the ground whenever he had a medic visit. The reason was how his own smile fell whenever the kid wasn’t looking at him. The reason… was because the kid just wanted to go, and Sonic wouldn’t let him. Sonic wanted him to get better, Sonic wanted him to stay with him. Not to let him go.

How could he? When he hasn’t had him for enough time? When he still had so much to live? When he still needed to apologize for not giving him the life he deserved? When he still needed to tell him that he loved him without feeling he’ll lose him forever?

Ten seconds of silence. Two voices in unison. The same feeling behind them, different words.

“Forgive me”

“I love you”

[crsssie]

from one admirer to another : white day?

pairing: leon kennedy x reader || masterpost: from one admirer to another

synopsis: from one admirer to another, an online penpal service, allows for two people with common interests to write to each other without ever revealing their actual address! Luckily for both you and Leon, you get matched up! What do eggs and Christmas even have in common anyway? sure hope it's that modeling business and NOT that Ada Wong addiction.

featuring: reader as scrambled eggs // leon as christmas

Dear Christmas,

PARIS??? Ah, je suis allée l'année dernière, mais c'était pour les vacances. Ah... Ville de l'amour... I'm kidding. I went last year for vacation. It was nice. I think going to Paris for work would be... idk. I'm sure you can get away with some Spanish, though. My friend was talking about how it was somehow more crowded than usual this year. (She went again... WITHOUT ME)

The postcard is so cute... Anyways, here's a polaroid I got of Sesame Bun in exchange. It was finally bright enough for her to register, and she's so cute it's CRIMINAL!!! AUGHHHHH my sweet baby. Sorry, since everyone's in Paris, I haven't been getting any bookings at all which is nice but I've been so bored at home it's almost crazy. Maybe I should reread okra's fic... or write something myself. Why do I only write when I'm like stressed as hell with no time??? Boo.

Anyways, my friend and I's shipment of asian snacks arrived, so I'm mailing a package of an assortment of snacks. You can share if you have other people in your airbnb. I seldom hear about models in airbnbs, though... why not a hotel again?

Anyways, if someone hits on you, you can tell them you're seeing someone or something. It doesn't hurt to be a little delusional. Just... don't let that fester into reality and actually go insane and think you're dating, alright? Stalking is only ever somewhat cute when it's a fictional character.

The phrase... "J'ai une petite amie" should work. If you have no idea how to say that, it's "zhay yune peutit ahmi" and if you can't pronounce that either, just google it. French is really just the more mouth-closed cousin in terms of language when it comes to Spanish. Italian is the open-mouthed brother. It's an interesting trio. Also, did you know Paris Fashion Week started in 1973?? Crazy if you ask me.

Hope you like the snacks! scrambled eggs

You package everything quickly and swiftly, paying for express shipping, and once that's done, you head downtown to have a day to yourself after dropping off the box. You need to touch some grass, touch the sea, experience nature, and catch up with your vitamin D.

The sun is good enough, lying in the middle of the park and soaking up the sun, sound of cars and other people chattering behind you. You're glad almost no one celebrates White Day in the States. You hear someone chatter about receiving flowers, but that's the extent of it. Beautiful day out, beautiful sun, absolutely gorgeous—

You squint at the sudden lack of sunlight and the sound of panting.

"Sunshine!" A girl chases after the dog that's decided to just hop up to you, and you blink.

"Is that your name?" You ruffle its fur, laughing as the dog barks an affirmative. "Oh, baby, you're so cute!"

The dog does a couple of laps around you, and you laugh as its owner runs up.

"I'm so sorry! He rarely does this, I promise." She heaves.

"...Claire?" You raise a brow. "You have a dog?"

"Oh! Oh my god!" She gasps as she recognizes you. "No, I'm dogsitting for one of our models in Paris right now. He's not mine."

"Oh, well he's quite friendly."

"Not often." She frowns. "He was throwing a fit this morning when I was trying to get him out for a walk, and I see him pretty often."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." She pauses.

"I'm down to take care of him if you want?" You raise a brow. "Or, I can hang out with you when you have to dogsit? I have no shoots lately since everyone's in Paris."

"That would be nice." She mumbles. "I don't have anything either, so I've just been dogsitting."

"Sunshine, was it? Cute little thing." You give the dog a good pat. "You want me to babysit? I'll take you out on walks. Hm? Does that sound good?"

The tail wagging seems to indicate something along the lines of an agreement.

"Claire?"

"I'm fine if you do. I'd be glad, actually." She mumbles. "I'll just text his owner. Do I have your number?"

"I think you do? Feel free to text me."

"Mm." Claire checks for your number, nodding. "I walk him every day at 10am here. See you tomorrow?"

"See you." You grin.

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[playertwotails]

did u write the baby tails post yet? id love to read it

Here you go, my de-aged/time switched feral baby Tails idea so hold your hat cause it's a long one under the cut. Also forgive me and my nonsense, I am not a writer.

Just to set some ground rules on my take on baby Tails so we're all on the same page. First of all I always imagine Tail and Sonic meeting when Tails was 3/4 and Sonic 10/11 (both are homeless kids best they can do is guesstimate ages and roll with it). And our little guy Tails, is the sweet, kind, caring Tails we all know and love. BUT as a baby all of that was buried under the weight of being abandoned, harassed, hurt, half/fully starved and bullied starting from maybe basically birth if not shortly after. So baby Tails is just the most FERAL of little guys. He WILL bite, claw, kick, pull fur/feathers/whatever they got and do whatever it takes if he feels cornered and threatened by someone. And yes he has his inventions even at that young age to protect him somewhat, but he's still a baby and can only build them out of the scraps he finds, so they are little flimsy and get destroyed easily by said bullies fairly often. So bitey time's are aplenty for baby Tails.

Now luckily when Sonic meet Tails one of their first interactions was him saving Tails from bullies so he started out a few steps on the less feral side of Tails. Not that Sonic doesn't/never saw this side of Tails, it just never got it directed at him unless he startled Tails or was calming Tails down when something else brought out that side. I also like to think that Sonic and Tails were together about a year before Eggman ever even found out about Tails. So by the time Eggman and their other friends meet Tails, the feral side of Tails has been pretty much put to rest as, through Sonic's help, Tails doesn't need to rely on that 'cornered feral rabies filled racoon' fight instinct anymore. The Tails they first meet relies more on his inventions, smarts, and how Sonic taught him to fight.

SO getting to the bread and butter of all this.

Sonic, Tails and Co. are fighting Eggman or maybe another villain per their usual shtick. And when they go to hit Sonic with their "ultimate weapon" it ends up a whole whoopsi daisies situation and hits Tails instead. Now readers choice on if this de-ages Tails or switched older Tails with younger Tails, but result is the same either way. The smoke clears, Tails is still there, to everyone's short lived relief, but there is now a much smaller scruggly looking Tails in that spot

(Now another thought I had just for ultimate angst potential for either scenario of scruffy baby Tails, is that baby Tails has the starved figure, scars, cuts, bruises, matted/patchy fur he had on what ever day he de-aged to/switched with)

The villain then dips cause plan has gone sideways and Sonic and crew are now just left with a tiny little baby Tails. (and the crew I imagine is Amy, Knuckles, Shadow, and Rouge - maybe Blaze, Silver, Tangle and Whisper too just to make it a really party if you want)

I think before even Sonic can react though Amy is the first to make it to baby Tails. Now I love Amy to death but bless her heart she has a tendency to get tunnel vision sometimes (big mood). So before she registers that baby Tails is a bit more ruff around the edges than she's used to, she just sees a cute little tiny baby Tails and immediately goes for the hug cause Tails is adorable on his own but tiny Tails is serotonin directly injected into your veins and her being a whole mood cannot physically stop herself from going for a hug. Plus they've met a younger Tails before so she thinks it's a similar situation so free hugs all around. (Sidenote - I'm just gonna call baby Tail BT for the rest of this cause it long)

Unfortunately BT only registers 'person coming at them fast and getting close' and just uses his reaction to bite Amy all the while hissing and growling like a feral cat in an alleyway.

Immediately everyone is taken aback (except for Sonic) cause that's not a very Tails thing for Tails to do especially to friends even if he's scared.

(And another side note here cause lord forbid my thought process stays cohesive for five minutes - but I see baby Tails being either a Tails that has met Sonic but only has been with him for maybe 2-3 weeks if even that long, so he recognizes Sonic but doesn't really trust him yet. Or for even more 'oh this is sad' it is a little Tails before he met even Sonic, so everyone is starting at the -100 trust line with the feral fluff ball. (i'm moving forward with this with the 'BT knows Sonic but no trust between them' one cause older brother Sonic is my weakness and BT being cute and clingy will not leave my brain))

So BT gets startled at everyone being startled and moves to take off to go hide in a hole somewhere cause "WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE" (if you get the reference let me know) and everyone then makes a move to catch him. Now BT is on fight/flight instincts only and does not even register Sonic. Plus Sonic does not look like the one he knows so he doesn't even recognize him in this state, just is trying to peace the fuck out of there and get to safety. And with everyone now after him BT then proceeds to go into FULL FERAL MODE on all of them.

He is clawing at them, biting everyone, hissing and spitting while making a B-line for what he thinks is an exit. With everyone still being shocked, not wanting to hurt him and with BT being more slippery than grease on pig, they are STRUGGLING. He is giving then the runaround. They're are now all getting more injured than they did in the fight that caused this. All their abilities are doing nothing in helping them catch Tails. BT is that one scene of Jack Jack from the Incredibles levels of fucking them up and he can't even shape shift. He managed to rip off one of Shadows skates, bite through Knuckles gloves, scratch up Rogue and set off her bombs (she threw them all away from her before they exploded), Amy's hands and arms are COVERED in bit marks, and he went for Sonic's shins with deadly accurate kicks (Sonic would be proud if it didn't hurt so much). They all just look like they got into a fight with a wood-chipper and miserably lost but nope it's all just a scared toddler that can and will fuck someone up.

It's only when Sonic shouts "MILES!!!!" at Tails that he finally stops (maybe Tails isn't being called Tails yet at that time so Sonic has to say his name or maybe it's just big brother/parent mode voice gets through to him). BT stops his frantic exit relay race but will not let anyone close and is still straight up growling at everyone. So now they're all just standing in a lose circle around BT not wanting to take their eyes off him but all desperately sending mental vibes to Sonic to take care of this cause what the fuck has gotten into Tails.

Cue soft big brother Sonic stepping up to bat and everyone watches him try and coax a tiny scraggly Tails, that looks 3 seconds from trying to bolt again, to get closer to Sonic and calm down. He does succeed after about 10 mins and gets BT to let him get close enough to look over his injuries. And they watch Sonic look over BT's injuries with the softest of big brother looks but when he's got BT turned around to check his back Sonic gets just a flash of anger but resigned look on his face. Cause Sonic knows those injuries and they weren't from the beam BT got hit with. (He'd forgotten how bad they were due to time and also being so young when they first met but now he's even more pissed off and sad about it) - Meanwhile people on West Side Island "why do I suddenly hear Kellin Quinn singing??"

So from there the crew moves out with BT almost glued to Sonic's side cause he's scared of everyone. Sonic has to fly them all back cause BT is too little to reach the pedals of the plane (to the surprise of a few of their friends cause they either forgot/didn't know Sonic could fly a plane also idk how to fly a plane but my imaginary one has pedals now). Finally they get back to a safe area, Tail's workshop, and the other's stick close but outside so they don't overwhelm BT while Sonic spends time cleaning/feeding/treating BT's injuries and put him to bed.

Once Sonic's got the little orange terror to go to sleep he gets everyone rounded up to talk about this and figure out how to fix it. But not before they all grill him for info cause what the fuck has gotten into Tails, they thought it was just the beam at first that caused BT to act like that but Sonic knew what to do so that theory jumped out the window. Cue Sonic giving them the watered down version of his memories of feral baby Tails, cause a lot of it ain't their business in his mind but they also need to know enough to not trigger BT into going full feral scared mode on them.

Even with what they know is the more sanitized version of events Sonic gives them everyone is shocked to find out this was actually how Tails was as a little baby toddler guy when Sonic first found him. Cause they all know how sweet Tails is. The difference is night and day. They are all also immediately mentally planning murder. (- Meanwhile people on Westside Island again "why do I hear Tyler Smyth now???? wtf??")

They all just get sad and angry cause who could hurt Tails (exceptions being made to this rule for Eggman and the rest of their circle of villains cause villains gonna villain).

I imagine Amy just starts crying cause she's upset that, that happened to Tails. But also she about to bust out that hammer and hunt some people down.

Knuckles is upset and suddenly feels really guilty about some of those early days fights he used to get into with Sonic and Tails when they all first met. But also recalling some small moments where a hint of this came out when he first met Tails but never to the extent he had seen earlier that day.

Rogue already kinda knew about it cause..spy, but not the full extent. Her info was coming from second hand sources that tried to hide the fact that they were so cruel to one of the only people who can/has stopped Eggman. She already got names and faces and she's about to get a bunch of new stuff when she robs all of them blind. And she's also planning on taking Omega with her, let him cause some chaos, blow up a few thing for fun-sies.

Shadow about to march up stairs, pick up BT, tell Sonic "this is mine now" and march out with a new brother. Also pay a little visit to Westside Island with Rogue cause he knew that face she made, she already has names and he wants in. Tails just reminds him so much of Maria and BT got Shadows 'thought to be long gone' protective brother instincts kicking into overdrive now.

The rest of this goes down with all of them just spoiling the hell outta BT, getting told stories from BT about his life and it just being one of the saddest things they ever have heard ever, and figuring out how to fix it by hunting down whoever did it to MAKE them fix it.

Bonus points: They also get to see how destructive BT is with weapons and learn:

1) why Sonic ban Tails from making some types of weapons.

2) that Sonic actually has the patience of a saint for a little destructive BT

3) Tails is way more down to murder than they had previously thought

Anyways hope you enjoyed my rambles. Long busy week so sorry if it's a little all over the place. It was a long post but it's also been a while since I posted.

[colitisandme]

Larry

Firstly let me just say if Lyme disease was a place, it would be on fire, people would be running around looking for the sole fire extinguisher within 300 miles, everyone would be shouting at each other and yelling at their own reflections, windows in shops would be broken, puppies howling, babies crying, and all the residents would hear a loud alarm go off at 12 midday sharp, and upon that appointed hour, all who were outside would be chased by a very angry, hungry bear… for an hour…Oh, and none of the letterboxes would have house numbers on them, and every time you opened one it would fire a torrent of peas at you… I truly hate peas. In my opinion, they are the scourge of the vegetable kingdom and should be avoided at all costs.

I think Larry came to become my longstanding houseguest about 10 years ago. When I got bitten after bathing my now husbands dog. She had bounded joyfully into a dirty water lake and I had the honour of making her smell less like a gym sock. Whilst making sure Amy the dog got the best bath/spa treatment ever, I got bitten. By Larry. Hiding in Amy’s fur. Clearly he thought that residence de soggy dog fur was not upmarket or suitable for him, and he saw my uncovered pale leg as a step up in accommodation. Whatever the reason, he decided to bed in, take off his many shoes, and start unpacking his IKEA flat pack furniture whilst simultaneously calling up his buddies and organising a non stop house party from then on. I didn’t know it was Larry at the time, but what I did know with all certainty, is that I had 3 massive bullseyes on my leg, and my legs were starting to swell up like two overfilled sausages. The dog by the way was fine. Of course.

I hotfooted it to A&E after feeling like my legs were going to burst open. The only thing that would stop my legs exploding was a dose of IV hydrocortisone. I felt awful as well. Like I had caught flu and someone was using my body as their own personal thermostat. I think I had a few days antibiotics, I also know that I came out of A&E and went to a job interview a few hours later… after being pumped full of hydrocortisone and enough painkillers to stun a rhino. I can’t tell you anything about what happened during that interview, but for some inexplicable reason I got the job. Maybe they appreciated the wide eyed, dragged through a bush look. Maybe that’s the way to go for all future employment opportunities.

I actually asked to be tested for Lyme disease during my last hospital stay. My spine had decided it no longer wanted to be inside my body, and in my opinion was trying to forcibly escape. It had gone into a permanent spasm, and even though I thought I could massage my way through the pain, I ended up curled up in a ball, swearing, writhing on the floor and cursing the fact my door keys were in a place which was not sadly floor level. After I was admitted to hospital taking every single painkiller they offered me, and coming with new and fun exciting swear words to describe my pain level during ward rounds, my beloved husband and equally beloved and savvy mother had done their research and decided that I may have Lyme. At this point I had almost shouted house on the ‘Chronic illness’ bingo card, and I got the feeling that if they could, they would push my ‘please sit here and tell me what’s going on swivel chair’ through the door and out of the ward into the mouth of an awaiting dragon. They almost certainly viewed me with a mixture of exasperation, perspiration and furrowed expert brows. “It’s Fibro” they would tell me confidently. “It’s not” I would respond with my head in my hands… “course it is” nodded Doctor number 5…. “So you erm you know, keep doing what you’re doing and we will refer you to our head guy” only to find out it’s a broom in a cupboard. So I was apparently tested… begrudgingly… I can only imagine by Dr broom handle because when they discharged me, still gritting my teeth and unable to stand properly or move my neck, they basically yelled after me “it’s not Lyme byeeeeeee.”

Spoiler alert yes. Yes it bloody was. 10 years after this sodding Larry came to stay and continuing to decorate my insides with vibrant colours and exotic furs. Someone finally helped. By this point I was struggling. Now I deal with pain fairly stoically. I also deal with any of my many chronic illnesses with humour and positivity. It’s my coping mechanism. But I had points where I would be inwardly and outwardly cursing the b**ard who invented stairs because I would be losing my balance and turning into a human vibrator because my hands would shake. It also appeared that the entire bloomin internal Jess body orchestra had started off their winter season by playing flight of the bumblebee, using every single nerve point in my body as piano keys. They must have got rave reviews, because they have continued their repertoire to include brain fog concerto, and the hibernation symphony in C. And immune system knock out piano solo in D minor. Thank goodness for German labs, thank goodness for my wonderful Lyme specialist, thank goodness for my tenacious Mum and stubborn husband, for getting all the research together, for fairly sternly encouraging me to make the appointment and finally making me get tested.

I was so sure it wasn’t lyme. So,so sure. In fact when I got my super positive results for Larry, (who has now branched into his singing career singing all the hits along side his back up singers; co infections Bartonella, Babesia and Borrelia), I was in my friends car, going to dinner blissfully unaware everything was going to change. I remember vividly getting the email, and then subsequently going into a garbled expletive filled rant explaining to my startled friend why previous Drs have all the nouse and common sense of a grilled aubergine. I then looked at my report and my blood cells looked like furry creatures. Misshapen, fuzzy, furry looking alien blobs. I don’t know anything about what blood cells are supposed to look like under the microscope, but I can safely say they are not supposed to look like they are alive. Larry and his trio had had a field day over the past 10 or so years, it looked like he had grabbed my blood cells and then proceeded to try and sculpt them into another shape with all of his feet. It was horrifying. Truly horrifying. How the hell could they have missed it?

I am now acutely aware that Lyme is completely overlooked in the UK, and also in other parts of the world. It is misdiagnosed, mistreated, misunderstood. Research is underfunded and drs are woefully ignorant of the symptoms. Mine were and I am now a passenger in Larry’s super fun happy rollercoaster ride of pain, brain fog, gut issues, hyperactive or completely catatonic immune system, skin issues, joint issues, pain and fatigue. And there’s no sodding toffee apple at the end of the ride as a reward. It goes on and on until I am completely nauseous, confused, full of rage, tears and vertigo. It effects every cell, every muscle, nerve, neuron, and because it wasn’t picked up and treated, it’s now in the chronic stage, which is an absolute minefield to treat.

So nearly 6 months post diagnosis, here I am fighting. My ‘friendly drugs cabinet’ looks like a pharmaceutical wonderland. My schedule is bananas in regards to what to take, what to eat, what to bathe, soak, marinade, brush, rub, drain… I am on a concoction of functional medicine to try and will Larry and his trio into submission, I drink funky teas, I watch what I eat, what I drink, how I sleep… it’s hard work. The routine is hard work. I am tired, I get fed up and sick and Ill and sick of being ill. It is hard. It is relentless. But I will defeat that crafty son of a b**** and banish him out of my body. Because the choice otherwise is too much to bear. I refuse to lose. I refuse to let them have their own way for any longer. So yes it is exhausting and expensive (because Larry and his trio are not treated on the NHS) and yes my treatment cabinet is bursting at the seems, and yes the results from mould exposure means there is more to do, but I am officially serving Larry and his friends with their eviction notice. They are not welcome anymore and I urge anyone who may think their symptoms don’t fit the usual ‘diagnosis mould’ then please stand up for yourself, follow your gut, seek a second opinion, third opinion even. Be your own advocate. You are not alone. We are in this battle together. Don’t give up. I will draw up the eviction notices and you can bring snacks and placards. Let’s do this. After all our our disease may be invisible but we sure as hell are not.

[softlyapocalytpic]

WIP Weekend

Tagged by @persephotea <3

Take the first page of the first Baby Amy chapter!

11 Years Ago, 2266

Mr. Brotch stood at the front of class using a long and thin wooden pointer stick to aid his teaching. It was weathered from two hundred years of classroom use, but it miraculously had never broken even in the hands of rambunctious children. There was a story about it, there definitely was, but Amy had long since forgotten it. Her mind had other things to fill itself with. 

There was an entire chalkboard of important dates, events, and figures throughout American history, but Amy’s eyes were glued almost entirely to her paper. She would occasionally glance up at the board to pretend like she was listening and scribble down something that looked important, but everything was in one ear and out the other. She’d tried listening, but it was boring stuff about how the American government worked. In her mind, it’d blown up, and if the world outside was still so scary then she wasn’t going outside. There wasn’t anything like this in the vault, so why did it matter? 

Amongst the odd note Amy took from the board about something that looked important were sketches of the Silver Shroud and the Mistress of Mystery. She’d spent all her life thinking that the only superhero she had was Grognak because that was the only comic books still around, and she liked him but… He was kinda boring. Everything was about next bigger enemy and his costume was boring! It was just some stupid boots and a weird fur skirt thing. Heroes were supposed to be good and… heroic! But Grognak was really rude. Superheroes should be cool and good people. For Christmas this year Jonas had given her an edition of The Unstoppables and there’s a bunch of new super heroes!

Amy’s favorite was the mysterious Silver Shroud because he looked like one of those hardboiled detectives from the movies and used his detective skills to solve mysteries. Way better than a big tough idiot who punched people all the time.

Then Jonas said that every Friday night a “radio play” aired about the Silver Shroud and that even though it didn’t have all his adventures it had a lot. Then her whole life changed! Every Friday night she’d ask Daddy if they could listen in and every night at 6’ o clock she’d tune in during dinner to listen to the newest episode of The Silver Shroud. At first Daddy wasn’t sure about it because it seemed too violent for Leo, but Jonas fought for her right to listen! Leo was only two after all, so it wasn’t like he understood anything that was happening on the radio.

The only bad part about the “radio play” was the PSA’s from the Overseer that would interrupt the episode every fifteen minutes (she’d counted!). Daddy said it was important to listen to what the Overseer was saying, but it was always the same old stuff he always said. If Leo got to babble during the PSA’s then why was it important for her to listen? Daddy said it was because he was so little, but she didn’t feel like it was fair at all. 

“Lock…” 

Freddie still argued (every lunch time) that Grognak was better, but he still liked to come over sometimes to listen to the new episode. He’d usually fall asleep before it was even over and then Officer Gomez would have to come pick him up, but it was nice to have someone to watch it with since Amata wasn’t allowed to listen yet. The Overseer said it was too violent.

“...ockhart.” 

Amy was planning on being Silver Shroud for Halloween this year. Granny Palmer kept asking her if she wanted to be the Mistress of Mystery instead, but as cool and really pretty as she was Amy was dead set on being him even if it was a “boys” costume. She was hoping to get Amata to be her Mistress of Mystery.

“Amelia!” Mr. Brotch smacked the top of her desk with his pointer stick.

Tagging @sirmanmister & @bleumanouche

[pinksilvace]

F G H and I

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

Right away, Amy reached through the bars and shoved at his chest—not hard enough to do any damage or cause any real pain, but enough to make him take a step back. “What am I doing here?” She narrowed her eyes. “What am I doing here? Can’t I care about my brother? Can’t I worry about him when I hear he’s been kidnapped and locked back up? What am I doing here? How about, what are you doing here? You never had to agree to any of this!” Ah. Right. After what Sonic had said, Silver should have been able to guess this outcome. “Sorry,” he stammered. “Sorry. You’re right. I, uh, haven’t been using my best brain cells.” Amy dropped the basket, reached back through the bars with both hands, and tugged Silver forward into one of the most awkward hugs he’d ever been a part of. After a second, he heard her hiccup. Shit. Fuck. Shit fuck. Amy was crying, and this time, it was actually Silver’s fault. He pretended that his rib cage didn’t feel like it was being split in two. “Hey, Amy, it’s okay,” Silver hastily assured her. Over the top of her head, he made frantic eye contact with the G.U.N. employee, who looked almost hilariously out of their depth. “I’m okay! You can stop worrying because I’m okay, and I’m safe, and I should be going home soon, I think, so everything will be alright and normal and good! Just—gosh, this is all my fault. I was a little silly, I admit it, but we’ll be okay, but if you keep crying, it’s going to make me cry.” Amy looked up. To her credit, she had the decency not to blow her nose in his fur, though goodness only knew how much he needed a bath already. “No more adventuring for you,” she blubbered. “You’re really bad at it. Don’t you ever do this again. You… you…” Silver sighed. “I know,” he agreed. “I was a jerk to leave you alone. Things just got a little messier than anybody thought they would. I really want you to try not to worry, okay? I know it’s hard, but I can protect myself when I have to.” “I don’t want you to!” Amy rebuked, almost yelling. The G.U.N. employee inched back toward the door. “Silver, that’s the whole point! You shouldn’t have to defend yourself!” There wasn’t a good response that he could give her. She was echoing every sentiment that he had ever felt when he found her gone. “Now you know how it feels,” he murmured. “You get why I worry about you, right? You’re my baby sister. I don’t want to cause trouble for you, either, so please stop crying, okay? We’ll make this better.” “Crying is healthy,” Amy argued. “I’m going to cry whether you want me to or not, after all you’ve put me through. You should try it sometime.” Silver had cried out of fear more than enough times, but she didn’t need to know that. “Okay,” he said. “You’re right. I’m sorry. You’ve earned the right to cry.” “Silver?” “Yeah?” “Stop talking.”

There are a lot of dialogue bits I like from NNNFNS, but especially the ones with Amy and with Mephiles. This particular scene comes to mind since it's such a turning point for Silver and Amy's relationship, secondary to the plot as it was.

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

I always write my stories in order. I think I'd be too lazy to add as many scenes as a story deserves during revision, so I try to just get everything out as I think of it.

H: How would you describe your style?

I have absolutely no idea. It just sounds like the thoughts in my head.

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

I'll admit that I go back to reading BN//HA fic every few months. I'm not a fan of the source material, but that fandom can write some damn good crossovers. I'm also not immune to Shinsou Hitoshi as a character, and fic authors LOVE putting him in situations of angst and whump, which tend to be my favorite to read. I'm also a big fan of mermaid aus, so I'm always down to read a Shinsou siren au fic. They're some of my favorites of all time.

[webrokethe4thwall]

Could you please write some about Draxum finally agreeing to go out on one date with Carol's daughter. While he hates every second of it.

Draxum couldn’t fathom how his life had gotten to this point. One day, he was a warring warrior scientist trying to build an army, and now he was a lunch lady serving pea soup to a bunch of hormonal, emotionally-charged teenage fleshbags. He was on his way up to his apartment when he remembered the “mailbox” that April had mentioned he should check on a daily basis. He had barely gotten the envelopes out of the wretched thing when a manicured hand slammed it shut.

“Barry!” A shrill voice crowed in his ear.

Not again, Draxum thought tiredly. He didn’t even turn to look the woman in the eyes as he droned, “What do you want, Carol?”

Carol grinned that toothy, wide, even-Draxum-could-tell-it-was-fake smile. The yokai knew what was coming next. This sixty-something-year-old woman was unrelenting.

“My daughter is visiting me this weekend,” Carol said airily. “It would be a shame if she couldn’t meet my big strong neighbor.”

“For the last time, Carol,” Draxum said, turning to go up the stairs, “I have no interest in meeting your daughter!”

He missed how the grin turned predatory.

“Ah, but I do suppose you have an interest in keeping your dogs?” Carol asked a smidgen too sweetly.

Draxum turned to see her holding an envelope sealed with an official mark of the city. It was probably the bill from the dog catcher who inadvertently reunited him with Huginn and Muninn.

“Now, I don’t know why you named me as the owner for the two mongrels that wrecked half the city, but I do know that if I don’t pay this bill the city will come after the true owner and the animals at fault,” Carol explained. “However, I might be willing to overlook this moment of identity theft and pay the bill.”

The way she ended her sentence as she dragged out the last word, as though she was going to continue speaking, left Draxum with a sinking feeling in his belly. He hated this woman. He hated her with his entire being! However, his and his gargoyles’ safety was at risk.... Was this... was this what having a family is like? Gross.

“What time do you want me to come by?” Draxum sighed heavily.

Carol squealed and jumped with victory. “Meet us at noon in the park on Saturday. Susan and I will be waiting by the fountain. You can even bring your doggies!”

So, Draxum spent the rest of his week getting ‘dating advice’ from April and the turtles, who had never been on a date themselves but claimed that ‘otome were close enough, right?,’ and Splinter/Lou Jitsu, who blew through a starlet a week when he was human. He bought two red collars for Huginn and Muninn, who absolutely loved them for some unfathomable reason, and prepared himself for the dreaded weekend.

Around noon, Draxum—pardon Barry—arrived at the Central Park fountain with Huginn and Muninn crawling on the ground.

“Why do we have to do this?” Huginn asked, scratching at where the collar met his neck with a hind leg.

“Because the human Carol is annoying and manipulative,” Draxum stated dully.

“I think that Carol-woman is a demon,” Muninn muttered, sniffing at the ground.

“No arguments there,” Draxum replied.

“No arguments about what?” a new voice asked.

Draxum spun around to see a human woman standing behind him. She looked familiar in a strange way. Almost...

“Uh, nothing,” Draxum said.

The woman smiled. “You must be Barry. I’m Amy.”

That was why this woman looked so familiar! She looked like a younger version of Carol, except for a brown bob-cut instead of bleached blonde fake curls. That feeling of dread and resentment settled firmly in Draxum’s stomach.

“Greetings, Amy,” Draxum said stiffly. Be cordial, be civil, do it for the gargoyles. “Where is Carol? I assumed she would be here as well.”

Amy shrugged, saying, “That’s Mom for you. She’s always running late.”

Of course she is, Draxum thought darkly. “Should we wait for her?”

Amy’s cell phone beeped. “Pardon me.” She quickly checked the screen then shook her head in disappointment. “Looks like Mom can’t make it. She says she’s feeling a little under the weather, but to have fun.”

As the human squinted down at her screen, Draxum ground his teeth. That devil woman set me up!

Huginn and Muninn glanced at each other. The sun was shining, the sky was clear, but there was a storm cloud brewing over their boss. They knew they had to do something to calm Draxum down. If they didn’t, the yokai was sure to explode and take half the park with him.

“Eh, meow?” Huginn and Muninn chorused, bumping their heads into Draxum’s shins.

Amy blinked. “Did your dogs just... meow?”

“No!” Draxum shouted, immediately on the defensive. “Because dogs don’t meow; they bark!”

“Er, okay,” Amy replied before kneeling down to meet the gargoyles. “What are their names? They’re kinda funny looking dogs. What breed are they?”

That’s because they’re gargoyles, not dogs, you stupid— Draxum ground out a smile. He had to keep the mystic stuff on the down-low or else he and his “pets” were in deep trouble. “This one is Huginn, and this one is Muninn.” He pointed to the gargoyle that each name belonged to. “They are mutts from the same litter.”

“Such dynamic names for such good boys!” Amy gushed, giving each ‘dog’ a scritch, or seven in Muninn’s case, behind the ears before standing back up.

“Yes,” Draxum drew out. “Shall we... go for a walk?”

“Yes!” Amy cheered. “Walkies for the puppies! May I hold one of their leashes?”

Your mother tricks me to go on a date with you, and now you want one of my gargoyles?!

Before Draxum could deny her request, Muninn surged forwards and wrapped his leash around Amy’s legs. He had the brains to actually bark when pressed his forearms to her legs and ‘wagged his tail.’ Sighing, Draxum handed the human Muninn’s leash after untangling her from the excited gargoyle’s idiocy.

“Let’s be off!” Amy declared, looping a thin arm around one of Draxum’s thick biceps and boldly moving forward.

That’s how Draxum’s afternoon went—hours at the park just walking, listening to the excitable human woman yammering on about how sweet his ‘dogs’ were and various other animals on top of that, getting some ice cream at one point, and even squashing a rogue oozesquito or two. Draxum did not need a freak mutation in the middle of an already awful day. He still had to pick up Sloppy Joseph from the turtles once he was done with Amy. They eventually rounded back to the fountain they started at.

They came to a stop, and Huginn and Muninn dove headfirst into the filthy fountain water for a drink. Their gargoyle stomachs were strong. They could handle the minerals pervading the water from the multitude of dirty coins resting at the bottom of the pool.

“I should apologize to you, Barry,” Amy said. “My mom forced you to do this didn’t she?”

“She’s blackmailing me and my... dogs,” Draxum stated bluntly. He was having a bad day, and he wasn’t above letting the woman it revolved around know it. “They had run off a couple months ago, and I found them again last week on the streets. They had evidently caused a mess, and I had the fine sent to Carol because she won’t ever stop pestering me about you. Why is she so insistent?!”

Amy grimaced, vaguely gestured, and muttered, “I, uh, don’t want to have kids, get married, or settle down in any way with anybody. I just want to have an apartment full of pets that I can devote my time to. She wants to have human grandbabies and not fur babies.”

Draxum raised an eyebrow. It seems he wasn’t the only one having a bad day. “That’s your choice, not hers.”

“Right?!” Amy agreed exasperated. “But she keeps throwing random people at me, hoping that I’ll ‘meet the right one’ and give her what she wants!” Amy sighed and stood up, appearing ready to leave the park. “Listen, I’ll make sure Mom pays that bill and leaves you alone, okay?”

“You have my thanks,” Draxum said carefully. “Carol needs to stay out of everyone’s business, including her child’s.”

Amy smiled. “You have my thanks for that, Barry; and thank you for letting me walk Muninn! You’re dogs are really sweet.”

“Only when we want to be,” Huginn said cheerily from the fountain.

Amy blinked, pointed double finger guns at the black talking definitely-not-dogs-anymore creatures on the fountain, and looked at Draxum.

At a loss, Draxum was too tired and frustrated to do more than shrug. The human clearly wasn’t stupid, so there was no point in lying to her. “They’re gargoyles.” Amy aimed one finger gun to point at the sun. “Different breed.”

“Huh,” Amy hummed. “So, I am made of questions about how to care for gargoyles now because I never thought of mythical creatures as an option for fur babies.”

Draxum looked at Amy in shock. She was at the advantage here. She held all of his secrets and the safety of his little family at her fingertips. Yet all this odd human cared about was the possibility of having a gargoyle of her own?

“Um, okay.”

Amy sat back down next to Draxum. They spoke for hours more about gargoyles, other mystical animals that made good or poor pets, and a little bit about Sloppy Joseph.

Draxum came to a conclusion as he came home that day: dates were horrible, making human friends and spending time with them wasn’t that bad, and he would find an oozesquito if Amy so much as hinted that Carol was pushing her to find a mate again.

[heckinconfusedparade]

Tails but Downsized

It was supposed to be a calm afternoon on Hedgehog Island.

Sonic was lounging on his beach chair consuming a really good chili dog when he spotted a silhouette in the sky. He groans as he realizes it’s Eggman flying in.

He quickly finishes the rest of his lunch and stands up, doing some stretches in preparation for incoming battle. But to his surprise, Eggman doesn’t seem to be in any battle mood. He looks concerned.

“Bored, Eggy? Or just lonely?” Sonic comments, soaking up every second of Eggman being upset. Eggman struggles to find words to begin “ok so uh, you know how Tails was visiting my lair to help me fix my smoke alarm since it’s too high for me to reach?” “No, but go on..” “well.. you see, I was working on one of my brilliant inventions. A de-aging ray. I planned to shoot you with it so you could be a toddler.. because toddlers can’t fight, so I’d be free to carry out my evil plans.” “And you’re telling me this because..?”

A tiny fox kit hops out from the Egg Carrier. It’s Tails! But many years younger, evident by his brownish baby fox fur. Tails spots Sonic and runs over to him as fast as his little legs can carry him. Sonic is hit with so many memories of when he first met Tails so many years ago “you accidentally shot Tails with the ray, didn’t you?” Sonic looks down at Tails who’s begging for upsies. Sonic lifts the lil dude up, who immediately starts touching his face. Eggman nods “yes. I’m working on a reversal. Not because I want to, but because I actually like having someone who can even barely rival my genius as a mortal enemy.” “Sure, Egghead.”

Eggman fucks off, and Sonic sits down with the kit still in arms. “What am I gonna do with you..?” “Brudder?” “Yes?” Oh man Sonics heart is soaring. Tails hasn’t called him that in that way since he was 4 years old. Tails hugs Sonic “I hungry.” he whines. Sonic sighs “well, I guess Eggman didn’t feed you, did he.. ah well. Want a chili dog?” “YAH!!” Sonic chuckles as the amount of enthusiasm. He almost forgot Tails used to be like this.

With Tails now on his shoulders, Sonic enters the village. Meh Burger is having as many customers as usual, Dave looking less than thrilled. “Hi, welcome to Meh Burger.. Sonic, I just gave you a chili dog. Next time just order 2.” “It’s not for me. Can we get a Meh Kidz Meal?” Dave looks at Tails who is grinning down at him waving wildly. Dave may be evil, but he isn’t a monster, so he waves back before putting together the chili dog.

Tails scarfs down his meal, examining the lovely bottle cap that came with it as a toy.

Sticks and Amy were walking through the village when they spotted the pair. Amy waves to Sonic “hi Sonic, who’s thi-“ the girls are immediately floored by the adorable little fox. They coo over him “who is this lil guy??” Sticks asks, petting Tails on his head. “Tails. Eggman had an uh oh, and now I’m stuck babysitting.” Sonic responds.

Tails waves, mouth full “hi!!” “Hi baby! You’re so cute!” Amy gushes “don’t talk with your mouth full sweetie, you’ll choke.” Tails nods and continues his munching.

“Tails used to be a brown fox?” Amy asks “foxes are usually a darker colour when they’re born, and as they grow up they gain their more lighter colour that changes or stays depending on where they’re from and what climate they’re in.” Sticks has been keeping this info for a while now. She couldn’t say anything because Tails would hit her with the ‘I already knew that’. Amy nods in understanding.

The 3 take the little fox back to the beach, villagers commenting about how Sonic, Amy, and Tails look like a family. Sticks laughs while the happy couple stay quiet like they ain’t heard a damn thing.

Knuckles is at the beach. He’s just standing there. Sonic stops walking “what are you doing?”

“Waiting for you guys!” Sonic chuckles and shakes his head as the group walks over to Knux.

Knuckles spots the little fox in Sonics arms “ohmygOOOOOSH HOW CUTE~” he yoinks Tails from Sonics arms “cute a cute little baby~ yes you are! Yes you aaaare~!“ he proceeds to lock the poor kid in a tight hug. Tails starts squirming and reaches for Sonic “BRUDDER HALP” and boom he is snatched away back into the arms of his big bro.

Sonic glares at Knuckles “why’d you do that?!” He looks back down at Tails with a much softer gaze and tone “it’s ok buddy, brudder has ya.”

Amy marches right up to Knuckles “Knuckles you can’t just take random kids out of peoples arms. It scares the crap out of the kid and the person holding them. AND YOU COULD HAVE CRUSHED HIM! DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TO HUG GENTLY??” “Cuteness aggression is real, Amy.” Knuckles makes a smug look and crosses his arms. Amy throws her arms in the air, frustrated.

Sonic sets down Tails in the sand. Tails walks on over to his workshop and gets inside. Sticks, not trusting any of the tech in that place follows closely behind him with the others in tow.

Tails stares at everything in awe. Tails digs in a drawer. Knuckles crouches down to Tails’ height “Whatcha doin, buddy? Getting something?” Tails shows him an old gadget that’s very behind on upkeep. It’s the legendary original Miles Electric. He gathers some tools and sits down, getting to work fixing it up. The others surround him. Sticks sweats “ohh please be careful! What if you accidentally call aliens! Or put the government agents on our track??” Tails gives her a weird look “I won’ do dat.”

As the Miles Electric boots up, Sonic, Knuckles, and Amy are hit with a wave of nostalgia. “Wow. Never thought I’d see this thing work again!” Knuckles proudly pats the kits head. Sonic smiles as he reminisces on the old times “it was one of the first things he showed me when we met. He was so proud of it..” “why did he ever stop working on it?” Amy asks, and Sonic shrugs.

Sticks processes,“What is it?” “This little thing is called the Miles Electric. Tails invented it as a hub to keep track of and control his other inventions. He can also track heart beats, scan foreign objects, and keep information safe. There’s also a radar for detecting hostile enemies. I remember him saying he wanted to add a video chat function,” Sonic explains, “He stopped using it shortly after we got to this island. Whenever I asked about it, he just said that he wanted to take more time developing his other tech. I guess he probably forgot about it?”

Tails plugs the device into a computer. The little man quickly begins to code and update data. His genius goes back many many years.

After that, an error message pops up on the screen. The error message is in binary code. Tails sighs. The more he tries to fix it, the more frustrated he gets. Then he just turns everything off and leaves, leaving everyone else confused.

When everyone joins him, he begins to fly. He doesn’t have half the stamina or height he normally has, but he is still very fast. Sonic hates this. Tails has gotten it in his hand that brudder chasing him = play time.

Sonic gets close many times, but that little fox is just too slippery. Once he IS caught, Tails cheers and starts giggling. “You sure are trouble, aren’t you?” Sonic is about to say something else when Tails makes the cutest yawn “oooh big yawn…” Sonic can’t help himself. Tails leans onto him. “Sleepy?” Sonic asks. Tails nods “Mhm..”

Tails is taken home and tucked into his bed. He’s asleep before he’s even out down. Sonic keeps an eye on him just in case… wondering when Eggman will come back with the reverse ray.

He did miss when Tails was this little though.

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

Familiar - Part 10

Word count: 3,550

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader (established relationship)

Warnings: Just a super fluffy, semi-plotless installment to the series

It was recently our dear friend Mr. Hiddleston's birthday, so I thought I might incorporate that into part 10! This part was based on a prompt from 💙💚❤️ anon where reader surprises Tom at his hotel while he's away, managing to scare him when he arrives 😉

There will be additional parts to the series going forward! I'm lacing updates to the series in between completing my other prompts. I know I'm not taking new prompts, but I will take suggestions for future parts of the series still, and I have a bunch of inspiration prompts to work with too from before😊

Series navigation: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

"Alright, darling... I should really get going. We've got a long day of filming ahead tomorrow."

"Oh, alright..." You sighed sadly into the phone. "Get some rest, and I'll talk to you tomorrow?"

"Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight."

You pressed the end call button, watching Tom's picture vanish from your phone screen only to be replaced by the photo of the two of you that you had saved to your home screen background. He'd been away for three weeks already, traveling the country to make appearances at various conventions with the Marvel cast, and you missed him terribly.

But that was about to change.

Toby hopped up onto your bed, waddling over to you across the bedspread and nuzzling his head into your shoulder. He'd gotten a bit bigger over the last month or so, and while he was well on his way to becoming a model citizen, he was most definitely still a troublemaker. You maintained the opinion that the name 'Loki' would have really suited the pup, but Tom refused to gratify you with his agreement.

Even after Toby chewed up one of his shoes.

"Hey buddy!" you cooed, scratching behind Toby's ears. His tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth, his tail a blur as he wagged with sheer elation just to be standing next to you. You pressed your forehead to his, grinning with excitement as you spoke to him in your squeaky baby-talk voice you always used with him. "Daddy doesn't know I'm coming to see him, does he? No he doesn't! He'll be so surprised, won't he, Toby?"

The pup yipped, rolling onto his back in clear expectation of belly rubs - a request you never could refuse. You scratched the soft, white fur on his belly while scrolling on your computer with your other hand, reviewing your travel details for the umpteenth time.

Tom's birthday was coming up in three days. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to get any time off of traveling to come home and be with you around that time, and your schedule had gotten pretty hectic now that the new semester of school had begun. You promised you'd facetime him on his birthday so you could at least see one another, but it just didn't feel like enough. Tom had always been so good to you - you wanted to return the favor and do something wonderful for him.

So, you'd called on someone you knew would be able to help you.

You'd anticipated Chris Hemsworth would be confused when you'd called him a couple weeks ago, but he didn't sound phased in the slightest. He was thrilled to be able to help you coordinate your plan to surprise Tom on his birthday. He was going to be in Boston, which fortunately was only a short plane ride away. With some bribery and a whole lot of groveling, you were able to get your work friend Amie to cover your shifts at the bar for the few days you'd be traveling. Chris set you up with the details for the hotel they'd be staying at, and helped you arrange a ride there from the airport so you could be there when they returned from the convention that evening.

Tom had surprised you so many times, you were thrilled to be able to return the favor.

The following morning, you bade a sulking Toby goodbye, leaving him in Noelle's capable hands before heading out to the airport to make your way to Boston. Before you knew it, you had arrived at Logan Airport where a car was waiting to drive you to the hotel.

You'd been to Boston before, but you'd never dreamed of staying in a hotel as fancy as the one the car pulled up to that day. Located in the heart of the city, surrounded by bustling city folk and rushing traffic, the entire building seemed to be made of polished glass windows. The interior lobby had a sleek, lounge-style feel, with sharp lines and dimmed lighting and large leather sectional sofas arranged for casual conversation. If you hadn't been tagging along on Tom's business trip, you'd have taken one look at the place and decided it was out of your price range.

Honestly, you wondered when you'd get used to these sorts of things.

At the check-in desk, you spoke to the concierge and provided them your name. His eyes flashed with recognition, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"Ah, yes! We've been expecting you." He leaned forward, glancing around before whispering, "A little birdie informed us you'd be surprising Mr. Hiddleston for his birthday this evening."

You laughed at the phrasing, a sudden image of a small bird bearing a striking resemblance to Chris Hemsworth forming in your mind. "Would you be able to provide a room key for his room so I can really surprise him when he gets back?"

The concierge checked your ID, then handed you a room key and directed you to a room on the 14th floor. You took the elevator up, wandering down the empty hallway until you located Tom's room and let yourself inside.

The entire room was lined with windows, providing a gorgeous view of the city streets under the late afternoon sun. A broad king-sized bed stood toward one end of the room, with Tom's suitcase laid out on top of it. On the other end of the room was a small seating area with artistically round-shaped chairs and sofas, behind which stood a full minibar stocked with various high-quality-looking liquor bottles.

Alright. Maybe you could get used to this.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket as you searched for a spot to hide your bag out of view. It was a text message from Chris, letting you know their group was on their way back to the hotel now. Hurriedly, you shoved your bag away in the closet and shut the door, getting to work finding a good place to hide.

After running through a few ideas in your head, (bathroom... too obvious; closet... too cliché), your eyes landed on the large cabinet underneath the television across from the bed. The space was fairly large inside the cabinet, and more importantly, it was empty. You ducked inside and shifted to sit with your knees pressed to your chest, reaching out and shutting the doors to plunge yourself into darkness. It was tall enough that you could sit straight without having to duck your head too uncomfortably. Leaning back against the back wall of the cabinet, you waited in excited anticipation for Tom to arrive.

About fifteen minutes had passed, and you began to think maybe you should have waited to get yourself situated in this cramped space when you heard a key card slip into the door to the room. Your heartrate ticked up as you heard Tom's footsteps shuffling into the room, the door clicking shut behind him. He was humming, as he often did when he was in a good mood. You grinned, listening to the warm, baritone timbre of his voice that you'd missed so much for the last few weeks. It was taking all of your willpower not to simply burst out and throw your arms around him in a giant hug. No, there would be time for that after - it would be so worth the wait when you caught him completely off guard and surprised him.

You heard his footsteps pass by your hiding place, fading only slightly before the zippering sound of his suitcase reverberated through the walls of the cabinet. Silently, you shifted onto your hands and knees and pressed your face against the doors, peering with one eye through the sliver of space between them. Tom's back was facing you as he dug through his suitcase for something - a change of clothes, you suspected, given he was still wearing the Loki 'variant' jacket along with the dress shirt and pants that went with it. Holding your breath, you soundlessly pushed the doors to the cabinet open and slipped out, rising carefully to your feet and sneaking up behind your distracted boyfriend.

You got as close as you could without becoming concerned that he might back up into you without notice, leaning forward a bit before shouting in his ear.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

The shout that left Tom's mouth was surprisingly high-pitched for the normally baritone-voiced man. He whipped around, eyes wide for a moment before he fully registered your face. You couldn't help but burst into laughter after hearing the sound of his shriek, throwing your arms around him anyway and squeezing him in a tight hug while your shoulders shook with your giggles. He slid his arms around you after a second, still seemingly shocked.

"How... darling, I'm so glad to see you, but how did you get here?" he asked.

"I had some help from your friends," you explained, loosening your hold so you could lean back and capture his lips in a kiss. "I see I succeeded in surprising you!"

"Uh, yes! It isn't typical for someone to sneak up on you in a locked hotel room!" He was grinning now that the shock of it was wearing off, finally registering the fact that you were there with him after three long weeks apart. "I can't believe you're here! Darling, I've missed you!" You shrieked as he dipped you backwards a bit to kiss you again, smiling against his lips. When he lifted you back to your feet, he asked, "Who is it I have to thank for setting this up?"

"Well, it was my idea... but Chris helped with most of the planning. And he may have pulled a few strings to help me book some things for us to do tonight."

"Ah, a good man," he declared fondly. "What have you planned for tonight, then?"

"To be honest, I only have a vague idea. I told Chris what I was hoping to do, and he said he'd take care of it from there. But... we haven't yet addressed the fact that you screamed like a girl when I scared you!"

Tom grinned sheepishly. "I'll admit, you got me. I was quite startled."

"Startled?? You were terrified!" you teased, giggling. "I'm gonna have to try this again sometime, maybe I'll get it on camera!"

"Oh, you think that's a good idea, do you?" he asked ominously.

"Oh, absolutely. I would definitely show all your costars. I guess I'll just have to settle for telling them the story this time..."

Tom gasped indignantly. "You will not!"

"No way am I keeping this to myself! It's too funny not to share!"

"You think it was funny, hmm?" His fingers dug into your sides abruptly, making you curl in on yourself in a fit of giggles. "How's this for funny?"

"Tohom!!"

"Don't 'Tohom' me! You thought you were going to get away with teasing me like that? Darling, honestly - you should know better by now." His fingers spidered up and down your ribcage at random, leaving you a twisting, giggling mess. You managed to twist hard enough to break free, backing away quickly with residual giggles spilling from your lips.

"N-no, Tohom! Stahay back!" you demanded, though both of you knew you didn't mean it.

"Stay back? You really think that's going to stop me?" He swiped for you and you leapt back just out of his reach. "Little rascal, you are."

"At least I don't scream like a girl!" you teased. His eyebrows shot up in amused surprise.

"Oh-ho, you don't? I'm fairly certain I could make that happen if you keep teasing me, darling."

Your face flushed with heat at the mere suggestion. He reached for you again and you stumbled sideways just in time, giggling rapidly. You'd so missed this playfulness with him gone the last few weeks.

"It won't be nearly as funny if you tell your friends that I scream like a girl."

"Oh, that's it."

He suddenly lunged forward, taking a much larger step than you'd anticipated, and captured you around the waist before you could scurry away. He pinned your back to his chest with one arm wrapped tight around your waist, dragging you backward and shoving his bag out of the way so he could scoop you up and drop you on the bed. You squeaked in surprise as he clambered up onto the bed to hover over you. Tom tickled you often, but he didn't typically make a big show out of it like this. Clearly he was keen on preventing you from telling his costars about his girlish scream.

"Are you going to keep it a secret now, darling?" he asked warningly.

"But... it's just too funny not to sh-AHAHARE THOMAS!!" He didn't let you finish, clawing at your sides and belly as he gazed down at you fondly.

"Wrong answer, love." His fingers crawled up your sides, quickly finding purchase on his favorite tickle spot of yours on the backs of your ribs on either side. You threw your head back and laughed hysterically, batting weakly at his hands. "How about now?"

"NAHAHA!" you responded incoherently, squirming under his ticklish touch.

"Hmm. I'm beginning to think you're getting immune to this spot, darling. Perhaps I've tickled you here too often." He paused his fingers for a moment, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek in thought but still grinning affectionately. You began to regain the ability to speak, shaking your head wildly knowing where he would inevitably target next.

"Tohom, don't do ihit!! I know whahat you're thinking!"

"Oh do you? I've become too predictable as well?" He winked cheekily. "We can't be having that."

He sat up and snatched your ankles off the bed, scooping them into the crook of his elbow before tickling the soles of your feet. You squeaked and kicked helplessly, giggles streaming from your lips as his fingertips grazed the inner edges of both feet simultaneously. He'd caught you on one of those days when your feet were more ticklish than usual - quickly, the sensation became overwhelming and you tapped your hand on the mattress to forfeit. He relented immediately, lying down on his side next to you with a silly grin plastered to his face.

"You're adorable, love. But you're still not getting away with teasing me in front of my friends this evening," he insisted. You turned onto your side to face him, scowling playfully.

"Fine... I guess we'll keep it our secret. But only because it's your birthday."

"Thank you." He cupped your cheek with his hand, pressing a long kiss to your lips that sent tingles down to your toes. "Now then - what should I be wearing for this evening's festivities?"

The two of you got dressed in nicer casual clothing, throwing on your warm jackets in case it got too cold that evening before heading down to the lobby of the hotel together. When you arrived, Chris Hemsworth was there waiting for the two of you. With a warm smile, he wrapped you in a big hug as he always did in greeting.

"Wonderful to see you again!" he declared. Turning to Tom, he asked, "Did she surprise you?"

"Oh, I surprised him, all right..." you cut in, a teasing air to your tone. Tom shot you a playful glare, pinching your side.

"Wait, is there something funny you aren't telling me?" Chris asked in confusion.

"Yes, but Tom won't let me tell you. Under penalty of tickles."

"That sounds like a rather unfair ultimatum, Tom," he teased.

"Not unfair - simply resourceful," he argued with a grin. Chris looked to you, and you quickly mouthed 'I'll text you' before Tom could see.

"Were you able to get a reservation for us tonight?" you asked. Chris smiled brightly.

"Of course! I called in a favor from a friend of mine. You'll have a wonderful time!"

You'd asked him to help you book a spot on one of the Boston Harbor sunset cruises. It was a warmer than usual evening for February in New England, and so it was the perfect night for a boat ride. Something about Chris's tone told you there may be more in store for the two of you than you'd anticipated, however.

With a quick goodbye to Chris, you and Tom headed out to the car that was waiting to bring you to the harbor. The moment you stepped out, Tom's eyes lit up when he took in the sight of the old-fashioned yacht you'd be dining in that evening.

"I've always wanted to do this - thank you, darling," he exclaimed, wrapping an arm around you and hugging you to his side.

"I thought it would be a fun way to spend your birthday," you replied humbly, heart skipping at the excitement in his voice.

You led him up to the boat, providing your name to the attendant. She nodded, motioning for you to follow with a polite smile. Hand-in-hand, you and Tom followed up the ramp and onto the deck, where the attendant then led you inside the upper level of the boat through a door.

The boat was already bustling with people preparing for dinner, some wandering about the deck while others were finding their assigned tables inside. The attendant whisked the two of you past all of that, leading you all the way to the back and through another door.

"Oh, wow..." you breathed in awe as you stepped inside the next room.

The entire back wall was windows, with a perfect view of the cityscape. In the center sat a solitary table with two chairs, a glass of champagne already set at each place setting. The room was dimly lit, modern uplighting having been installed around the upper edges of the walls. With the sun still somewhat bright, natural light flooded in from the outside, but you could tell that once the sun went down the lighting would be incredibly romantic. In the back there was a glass door that led out to what appeared to be a private balcony on the back of the boat.

"Please enjoy!" the attendant stated kindly as she stepped back out of the room. "A waiter will be with you shortly."

With that, the two of you were left alone in this beautiful dining room for two. You glanced at the table, seeing a folded note tucked underneath the vase in the center. You carefully slid it out and unfolded it, reading the handwriting scrawled across the paper.

I promised I'd deliver, didn't I? Don't worry about the extra cost - consider it my own gift for the birthday boy.

Enjoy!

- Chris

"I told you he was a good man," Tom reminded you, reading over your shoulder. He stepped around behind one of the dining chairs and pulled it out, motioning for you to sit. "My lady."

"Tom! You're ridiculous!" you giggled, taking your seat and allowing him to push the chair in for you before taking his own seat across the table. You picked up your champagne glass and held it up toward the handsome man in front of you. "To another year that this earth was blessed with your presence."

"Oh, darling, I'm blushing," he chuckled, clinking his glass against yours. "Thank you for the wonderful birthday gift. I can't imagine a better way to spend my birthday."

The two of you chatted while you sipped your champagne and ate your dinners, catching each other up on things that the other had missed in your time apart. You showed him all the photos of Toby you'd taken on your phone in the last few weeks (which was an embarrassingly large number), telling him all about how the pup had successfully learned the lay down and stay commands you'd been working on with him. Outside, the sun set slowly below the horizon, leaving the sky in inky black darkness lit with the glow of the city lights.

"Shall we step outside, then?" Tom asked as you finished your last bite of dinner. You nodded, allowing him to take your hand in his and lead you out onto the balcony.

The night air was slightly chillier than it had been earlier that day. Tom wrapped his arms tightly around you, warming you up. You leaned forward against the balcony railing, gazing at the dark water of the harbor where the reflection of the city lights danced across its surface.

"Did you enjoy your birthday?" you asked, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

"Every bit of it." He pressed a kiss to your cheek, warming you up from the inside. "This was absolutely perfect. Thank you, darling."

"You're welcome." You sighed contentedly, enjoying the sense of safety you felt in his embrace. "I should tell you... I texted Chris about your little mishap earlier."

"Oh?" He squeezed you tighter, leaning over your shoulder to get a good look at the guilty expression on your face. "You know you're going to be in trouble for that later."

"Mm, that's a problem for later me. Present me wants a kiss."

A warm rumble of a laugh reverberated in his chest as he turned you around to face him, arms still wrapped tightly around you.

"Who am I to say no?"

And kiss you, he did.

[countrymusiclover]

10 - Marine Jealously

Part 11

Military Lovers masterlist

@hcwthewestwaswcn helped me write this chapter

Tags @casedoina @mads-weasley

"I just don't understand it boy. I mean yes she's beautiful and all but, what if Jay decides to start dating her." I ramble off to Kyle as we take our weekly walk through the park that calms both our nerves. Kyle now wears a dog tag with a Purple Heart on it. While I have the symbol on my driver's license that way we don't have to wear our military clothes all the time. Kyle doesn't say anything he's more interested by all the new smells and sounds that he picked up. "Honestly what was I thinking that he might find another girl attractive. We've been apart for 2 years and he's probably got a bunch of girls in his bed until I ended up in trouble...and I'm talking to a dog." I sigh resting on a park bench with Kyle laying between my legs, the wind blows around my hair and I pull my sweatshirt around me tightly to get warm. I don't have the energy to just lay around Jay's apartment all day. Because all I have time to do is think, think of what he's doing with her right now. Granted they're at work but sometimes they go undercover as different people so there's a chance.

Entering Jay's apartment I set my keys on the table seeing Kyle perk his head up coming to greet me so I bend down on my knees running my fingers through his fur. "Hi boy did you miss me?" He wags his tail until my phone buzzes in my pocket. Pulling it out I see a text from Jay saying he and Hailey have to stay late to do paperwork. "Looks like it's just you and me for a few hours Ky." Exiting the kitchen I come back with some pizza rolls and a bowl of dog food for my dog. Kyle eats on his food while I some pizza rolls when we watched TV until we fell asleep on the couch. Hours later someone gently shakes me awake with a kiss to the forehead so I squint my eyes open. "Yeah..." I see Jay in the light of the television staring down at me. Bags under his eyes from working a month long case and tons of late night paperwork. "Hey baby let's go to bed." He whispers seeing my eyes close again mumbling sleepily. "Carry me please..." He bends down putting one arm under my knees and another under my arms with me wrapping my arms around his neck. He softly lays me under the covers discarding his work clothes right as Kyle hops up onto the bed laying at our feet.

That night  - or more specifically nights like that all I could imagine was him being alone with Hailey. I didn't want to be the jealous type or bring it up. But it's hard not to when he's been super busy all the time. It seems like the day after I was awarded a Purple Heart everything changed. My phone starts buzzing with an unknown phone number. "Hello who is this?" At first I believe it's a spam call but I recognize the reporter lady Amy from the news. "I am speaking with Y/n L/n?" I reply with a yes. "Excellent. I'm Amy Taylor from the news. I'd love to get to talk with you. I'm simply asking for a few minutes of your time." My phone vibrating again makes me see a text message from Jay saying he'll be working late again tonight. I guess it wouldn't hurt. It'll give me time to kill. "Yeah I can. I've got Kyle with me is that a problem?" The woman responded through the phone. "Absolutely fine. Meet me at the news station in an hour." Hanging up the phone I bend down ruffling Kyle's fur when he rests his front paws up on the bench. "I guess we're going on TV today Ky."

An hour later I entered the news station with Kyle on a leash the reporter lady rounded around the front desk greeting me. "Miss L/n it's so nice to finally meet you. Is he friendly?" She gestures down to Kyle who sitting and staring up at her with a stern face. "Yes, he just has to know you're a friend." The woman slowly stuck her hand out and he sniffed her whole hand and part of her arm. Then stares for a few more seconds before leaning his head up into her hand letting her scratch his head. We followed the woman into a news room with the cameras being set up. Kyle climbed into the empty chair with my help pushing his back legs so he make it up there.

Amy’s POV

Amy was sitting there, legs crossed “Hello Y/N, so today i am gonna ask. What was it like being in the military?” She says softly, her mic in her hands as she holds it to them “I also wanna know, was it easy after being in the military so long. How did you find jobs that you felt best suited you?” She says softly, doing her job as a reporter but also trying to learn more about the two in front of her “Sorry, I don't mean to pry but this is what I do. I ask you questions, just so I get to know about you.” She said, speaking to Y/N as she pets Kyle’s head “so do you like life outside of not being in the military anymore.” She asked, her hand resting on her leg after she had finished petting Kyle “you seem to love animals, when did you get Kyle?” She asked, being polite but still trying to know more about the woman in front of her because she was trying to make sure she got information and good information “well i think that is enough questions for today. It was a pleasure to meet you Y/N and Kyle, i hope you enjoyed this experience and had a good time” She says softly, handing a water to Y/N and giving Kyle a treat “there you go, you did good today Kyle” She speaks to the dog softly.

Y/n's POV 

Amy asked some questions in a fast tone which I think you'd get used to on camera all the time. Kyle simply keeps sniffing the woman and her microphone. "The thing about being in the military is - was difficult at times but it's good because you're protecting your country…" I explained tapping my fingers on my legs trying to not have a moment of PTSD on live television. "Finding a job hasn't been on my mind just yet. Kyle and I have just been trying to adjust to um - certain sounds, certain things that might bring back bad memories." Amy stared at me and I hope to god she doesn't pry on anything more. Jay is the only one who has been able to understand why I can't sleep sometimes or why Kyle wants to destroy the apartment when a long thunderstorm happens. Kyle yawns trying to sleep on the chair even though we're on tv. "On your question about when I got Kyle. I've had him since I was a child. We've had a tight bond since the day we met." I stared into Amy’s eyes thankfully that the government is hiding the fact I got kidnapped by an Afghanistan leader who nearly killed me. Kyle and I leave the news station hoping to get through one day without an episode.

Putting my key in the lock I see that Jay should be home from work by now. Opening the door Kyle heads inside first going to lay down until we heard voices coming from the kitchen. Peaking around the corner I see Jay and Hailey talking in the kitchen. Why is she here. Why didn't he tell me he was home. "Will you marry me?" My heart beats faster and I clutched my keys in my hands at hearing Jay say those words. Hailey grins nodding her head yes and that's all it took before I tapped Mt leg signaling for Kyle to follow and I closed the door quietly. Grabbing my phone from my pocket my clumsy hands and heavy tears make it difficult to dial a number that wasn't Jay. "Yeah who is this?" He responded as I rest my back against a brick wall with Kyle staring up at me, whimpering seeing I'm upset by the tons of tears staining my face. "Look I um - I know it's late and you've had a long day. But I uh - I need  - I  - he's a jackass...." I sobbed into the phone hearing the person I called respond. "Hey it's okay. Just tell me what you need and I'll help you." Kyle barks at the voice slightly wagging his tail happily recognizing it. "Can I come over to your place, please  - I have no where else." Silence filled the alleyway before the guy responded. "Yeah I'll come pick you two up."

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[bullyhunter--69]

I love you, always

Pairing: Ethan Nestor x gender neutral (I’m pretty sure at least) Reader

Summary: After a long day of filming Unus Aanus videos, Ethan just wants to come home to his love. As soon as he walks through the door, He's greeted by a sight that makes his heart swell.

T/W: not really any, just some domestic fluff

A/N: I finally had an idea for our favorite Eef! Hope y'all enjoy 🖤 it didn’t come out exactly how I planned but I have ideas for my next one already!

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Exhaustion was steadily filling up Ethan's body, starting in his feet and reaching all the way up to his floofy hair. Today was so physically and mentally taxing, and he honestly just wanted to go right to bed, with you in his arms, and pass out. His keys felt heavy in his hand as he sluggishly unlocked the door.

After he managed to get the door open and lock it shut behind himself, his bags instantly were dropped in a spot out of the way and his shoes were kicked off wherever he could set them. He tossed his keys on the stand right beside the door and stretched up, his bones popping like an 87 year old man. "Damn.. I didn't know I needed to stretch that badly." Ethan muttered to himself as he massaged the back of his neck and made his way to the livingroom. "(Y/N)?"

It was strange. Neither you, nor Spencer, had greeted him at the door. There was no barking either, the house was near dead silent. Only the soft sound of something playing was audible, and he quickly found out what that was when he entered the threshold of the livingroom.

You were curled up in a ball around Spencer, both of you in a deep sleep with the messiest of hair. Both of you breathed lightly and were snuggled up onto eachother, your hands threaded into Spencer's soft fur and your chin resting delicately on his little doggie forehead. His soft paws were curled up against him as a blanket was halfway covering the both of you— only your hands and face could be seen under Ethans hoodie that you were snuggled into.

Ethans features switched from showing pure exhaustion to soft adoration. The way your body gently raised and fell in time with your soft breathing, how the sleeves of his hoodie were pulled down to cover almost your entire hands, the fact the the 2 things he loves the most in this entire world were sleeping so sweetly right in front of him— it made his heart soar and fill with love.

With light footsteps and a gentle smile, he carefully kneeled down in front of your resting form and pushed back the hood covering the majority of your head. “Baby? I’m home..” Ethans voice was low, not wanting to startle either you or Spencer awake, and he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

In your sleep, you leaned into the contact Ethan was giving you, and slowly the action of his hand running through your hair was enough to cause a groggy groan to leave you. You snuggled closer to Spencer as you stretched out your legs, a yawn slipping from your still half-asleep form. “Ethan..?” You finally were conscious enough to slur out his name, bringing a hand up to your face to wipe the drool from your cheek and the sleep from your eyes.

Ethan chuckled softly and gave you another forehead kiss. “I’m sorry I’m home late, filming went on longer than planned and I stayed to help Mark and Amy clean up the mess we made. I see that Spencer took care of you while I was gone?” A sweet smile was just the first thing you noticed when you finally looked up at him. His eyes sparkled— shining with love and care. Ethan was always expressive with you, and it always sent you into a flustered grin.

“It’s okay baby.. I just missed you a lot today.” Even with your cheeks dusted pink, you reached a hand out to lay on Ethans cheek. Your thumb outlined his cheekbone as your grin formed into a lazy smile.

“Well, lucky for you love, I missed you a whole bunch today too!” He giggled sweetly and stood, carefully crawling onto the couch and situating himself behind you. His arms slipped around your waist and his legs tangled with yours, as well as one of his hands reaching up to scratch Spencer behind the ear.

With a soft giggle, you snuggled back into his warm body and sighed happily. “This is really why I needed.. I love you, Ethan.” You felt him squeeze you gently, sweet kisses being pressed to the nape of your neck. As you both finally started drifting off into what you’ve wanted all day— sleeping in each others arms— you heard one last thing.

“I love you more than anything, (Y/N).”

[rowanthestrange]

The cute and weird consequences you could have with the idea of Yaz saving the universe for another 7 years in the TARDIS though - beyond just her becoming her own version of the Doctor. Cus if we’d use that to also age up Tigmi to Timeless Child age, it stands to reason that the way you’d do that is to have Bel and Vinder decide that not only is Yaz a good person to be around who they want to help, but by its nature in a disintegrating universe, the TARDIS would be the safest possible place to keep their child. (And so cool. Living in a TARDIS? Maybe even flying it? That’s the dream). So you already get to River-Song-Time-Lordify the kid but even more so, because they’ve been there and stayed there for so long, regardless of implied wormhole effect. Practicalities sorted.

Tigmi is born and grows up in the middle of a continued effort to save the universe. Sometimes getting to watch out the doors while someone keeps a stranglehold on their shirt, seeing the grownups flying off in their ships to do whatever it is they do to be heroes and wanting their toy ship to be a real one so badly. Even staying in the TARDIS they get exposed to so many different aliens, different people - some who ignore them, some who fuss over them, some who give them things from their own worlds where there won’t be any children ever again to enjoy them - nearly all of whom they’ll forget, but what sticks with them is that everyone is important, and everyone needs help, and that’s what they’re here in the TARDIS to do. (As well as a vague memory of burying their hands into the fur of something that growls in a grumbling way, but doesn’t drop them).

Tigmi’s first little baby-crush on Yaz. Following her around like a puppy, while she tries to politely shoo them away whenever she’s doing something potentially risky (most of the time). Alternating between being painfully shy and a show-off to get gold stars and Yaz-Points. Tigmi pressing buttons on the console that the TARDIS lights up like a bop-it, and Yaz eventually giving in, and giving them a little job if they’re going somewhere casually (the TARDIS can synthesise a beef lasagne and not milk, why?) so they slowly learn the basics of how to pilot a TARDIS by the time they’re five.

The Doctor getting back her memories and remembering her childhood crush (flashbacks to the intensely cool woman and world-saving hero with pretty hair, sweet boots, and sparkly ears), and realising how formative that person was in who she wanted to be. Telling that to a stunned Yaz, who says exactly the same about her.

(And of course there is the subsequent disclosure of a fact that Yaz hopes to God that Tigmi never picked up, which was that she has therefore unknowingly banged the Doctor’s parents. An image of Amy and Rory crosses her mind, she remembers continuing to kiss Rory even after she knew who River was, and she lets it go).

[ganymedesclock]

technically no one asked for it but here we go:

SHOULD YOU PET THIS HEDGEHOG?*

*may feature non-hedgehogs **takes localized to my personal AU and not necessarily compliant with all canons.

Sonic

Okayness with being touched:

This is not someone with an abundant sense of boundaries. This is a guy you can be mostly acquainted with and sit next to on the couch and he’ll put his feet in your lap. Olympic gold medalist of “why are you sitting like that”. if your hand is happening to his person he will only register this if you’re on weird terms with him or you go anywhere that would require stronger discussions of consent.

The actual experience of pats:

A string bean of raw muscle and bony joints wrapped in fur that’s a bit more like an outdoor rug (short, coarse) and then on top of that he has really sharp quills that should really only be touched in one direction unless you like bleeding

Conclusion:

He will probably let you but this is only really of value if you want like, extreme sport petting.

Tails

Okayness with being touched:

A little shy, let him take his time to warm up to you. He’s also kind of lonely okay be nice to him.

The actual experience of pats:

Young enough to not have most of his guard hair/still pretty fluff and baby fat. The temptation to pinch his cheeks like an indulging granny MAY overtake you.

Conclusion:

dude, hug this child. you’ll have a good time, he’ll have a good time.

Amy

Okayness with being touched:

She’s cityfolk, she has been crammed in a subway train with other people, you do not survive this environment without a basic tolerance for being shoved against strangers, but also in terms of active initiation of contact, hmm, maybe not unless we’re cool.

The actual experience of pats:

Like Sonic, short fur, although Amy is better groomed so it’s not quite as coarse, it’s still not like. silky-like-petting-a-cat. Quills are more standard hedgehog and actually heat-treated for more flexibility as is fashionable (think of it as like using a hair straightener) so there is the absence of extreme danger factor.

Conclusion:

You won’t get sent to the hospital over it but Amy MAY think you’re weird

Cream

Okayness with being touched:

It is generally more acceptable to pat small children like they are cute animals and Cream is no exception. She may be disappointed if you don’t turn it into like, a firm hair mussing or noogies or other horsing around though.

The actual experience of pats:

Soft, plushy fur, plus her longer head hair has kind of an angora rabbit kind of texture with light fluffy curls. There may be sticks and leaves in her hair if she’s been out playing so for optimal effects get her either early in the morning or after her evening bath. Extremely soft rabbit though.

Conclusion:

An angelic delight to pat, though she would rather you swung her around upside down.

Vanilla

Okayness with being touched:

She’s got a gentle mom voice, strong arms, and smells like baked goods she is used to having dangerously strong amounts of reassuring vibes on people

The actual experience of pats:

Shorter fur and older compared to Cream but still definitely very soft.

Conclusion:

You can pat Vanilla and you may or may not end up crying into her shoulder oversharing about your problems. Free therapy

Rouge

Okayness with being touched:

Low. May break your hands.

The actual experience of pats:

Bats aren’t generally known for long luxurious fur. Rouge likes to spoil herself if she’s in town and has the money to, though, so she takes good care of her hair and smells pretty nice. Mind the prosthetics, one of them has a gun attached.

Conclusion:

Can you? yes. Should you? no.

Dulcy

Okayness with being touched:

Imagine if someone jailbroke the mind of one of those like 70lb dogs that doesn’t understand it isn’t lap-sized into a dragon. You will pet Dulcy. You have no say in the matter. Entire body will assume the tensile strength of pudding if you get that one spot that was really itchy and use deep pressure.

The actual experience of pats:

Loose and supple skin like a cat. Still young so scales are mostly smooth, but there’s a bumpy/ridged texture in the process of emerging. Head crest is firm, feels a bit like a rooster’s comb but not as floppy thanks to rigid structure.

Conclusion:

Resistance is futile she will put her head in your lap and trap you forever. Be sure you have a curry comb within reach before you sit down.

Madonna

Okayness with being touched:

Won’t be particularly negative to it but also will not realize this is a gesture of affection, will just sort of distractedly cat activation noise at you.

The actual experience of pats:

Short rough fur, does not heat treat her quills like Amy does and lets ‘em grow out so that nineties mullet is actually pretty sharp. Still not an ambulance hazard like Sonic but sort of like trying to pet a pine tree that is also batman.

Conclusion:

If you try and hurt yourself doing it, she’ll blankly stare at you before asking if you need a bandaid in a tone that is only slightly judgmental.

Eggman

Okayness with being touched:

Generally no.

The actual experience of pats:

Surprisingly metallic texture, some parts of him have a more gel-silicone feeling (mostly his hands) but most of his body is fairly rigid and industrial-grade resilience. The top of his head is like. hypnotically smooth though. you could see your reflection in it. His mustache is not much softer, it’s more like a wire bristle (hence its gravity-defying form)

Conclusion:

You could slap this man and he’d make a noise like a metal gym locker but I don’t know if I’d recommend it.

[starlight-artisticmoonfall]

Sonic wasn’t sure how this happened, he glances down at the three, three baby mobians at his feet, two laying on the floor while the middle one was sitting up. Glancing at him with their big wide bright eyes in delight, he knew they were his. The blue fur on their strips and the green eye one of them had been a dead giveaway. Hell, they share his skin colour and two of them look like a mini him, but with black fur with Shadow’s quills.

“OH SHI-SNAP!” He can’t believe this is happening, this can’t be happening fuck! He's too young to be a parent!

“Sonic!”

He looks at his door, AMY! He can’t let her see them, she’ll get the wrong idea and she always jumps to the wrong conclusion.

“Amy no!” Tails shouted after her to stop her going to Sonic’s room.

The blue hedgehog look at the babies before slamming the door shut behind him, sweating as he hopes none of the children will cry or make any big noise. He ignores the questioning look from his friends, speaking out calmly as he could without freaking out.

“Can you not right now Amy, I was trying to sleep.”

“But you’re not sleeping or in your room right now.”

“Cause you're shouting woke me up. I’m really tired plus my room is messy and dusty from not being used for six months.”

He hopes she’ll buy that excuse and leave him alone. Thankfully she did, huffing as she left with a reminder.

“Alright but you owe me a date.”

He frowns but says nothing, so she’ll leave him in peace to deal with the problem. Tails gives him a look with a raised brow.

“Sonic?”

“Tails….can you buy some or built some babies supply?”

The two tailed fox blinked, “What?”

He sighs as he opens the door, revealing the three babies. The blue strip with black fur starts to crawl over to him as the green eye one trip, rolling over by accident. The orange with multiple colour strips continue to stare at him with the same cyan colour eyes.

Sonic ignores the tug in his chest, why did it have to be that colour? Hell why orange fur too, couldn’t it be white or full yellow. At least the kid wouldn’t look like him….

“….SONIC!” Tails shouted as he shook him.

“What?” He looks at his younger brother, “What is it?”

“Geez, you must really be out of it. I said did you kidnap these babies?”

“What no! I swear they were in my room when I just got there!”

“Really?” He raises a brow at the blue hedgehog.

“Really! Look.” He picks the one crawling up, holding him in front to his face. “See! We look the same!”

Tails narrows his eyes, the one in Sonic’s arm glare back at Tails.

“Hey! No glaring at my little bro.”

“There’s only one way to check this out. DNA test. Passed the kids.”

---One hour later---

Sonic paces around the room, the babies glancing at him. He hasn’t called them names just colour code them since he didn’t want to get too attached to them if he wasn’t their father. Even though there are signs they are his. Plus Tails thinks he still kidnapped them, he DIDN’T but Tails is Tails, so he refuses to believe his big bro words and gut feeling until the DNA test proves him wrong.

He doesn’t blame Tails he was declared dead for six months after all. Orange keeps reaching out for him, wanting to be picked up. Thankfully Tails came in so he could ignore the small mobian who ears drop. He ignores the tug in his chest.

“I got the results Sonic.”

“And?” His ears twitch as he looks at the paper.

“…You are the father.” Tails wave the paper up and down.

“Told ya!” He sat down, lifting orange into his lap. The baby made a happy sound nuzzling into Sonic’s belly. He relaxes, his instincts are never wrong when it came to his feelings.

“But the DNA result reveals even more.” Tails scratches his head with his free hand, not sure how he should break it down for Sonic.

“How so?” Sonic glances at him.

“Orange is the oldest one, he’s one year old. Blue over there is nine months while Teal is seven months. They don’t share the same secondary parent DNA. But here’s the thing, Orange…he shares Emerl’s powers. In fact, he’s half android with your DNA. Emerl is home Sonic.”

“Emerl? My Emerl?” He looks at the orange baby gave him a smile at the mention of his name. The hero hug the orange baby tenderly, nuzzling into him. That explains the orange fur and cyan eyes, his baby was home. Finally back home and safe!

“Wait what about Blue and Teal?” Teal was sleeping peacefully while Blue seem to be plotting something.

“Well I don’t have the DNA of their mother at hand at the moment. No match to any female we met.”

“Oh well you can’t get them all, guess you’re an uncle now.” He said cheeky with a grin, petting Emerl.

“You’re keeping them?” Tails questioned as he glances at the three babies.

“Yeah, they are my kids. I can’t leave them alone or abandoned them to another.”

“Kids are lots of responsibility Sonic.”

“I raise you and you turn out fine.” Sonic he grinned as he picks Emerl up, “Plus Emerl is home, how can you say no to him?”

“I…I can’t argue with that. Fine I’ll make and get some babies stuff. Also you have to name the other two babies too. You can’t keep calling them Blue and Teal.” Tails huffed, pouting with his arms cross.

“Yeah, let’s see.” He watches his other two sons trying to think of a name for them, Blue crawl over to Teal smacking him hard. “What the heck!”

Teal woke up with a cry from the smack, he glare at the other black fur baby who was smirking at his pain. Teal kick Blue, making the blue starfish quill baby make a seal like noise.

Sonic has noticed that Teal is calm and enjoy snuggling, only turning into a raging storm if you get him mad. Blue on the other hand was a feisty little doom terror wanting to fight everything and everyone he hates. Picking fight with Emerl and Blue whenever he wasn't watching them.

“No, no! Break it up!” He pulls them away from each other. The hero frown as they kept biting each other.

“Seelkadoom! Stop that!” He picks up the newly name Seelkadoom to smack his butt softly for being naughty and starting the fight. Settling him down on the floor while he picks his other son up.

“Pandora, come on back to sleep with you.” Sonic rocks the teal colour baby while he sighs in relief. “Well that settles the naming. Seelkadoom cause he makes seal like noises and is little doom terror. While Pandora is calm but when he’ll angry, he turns into a raging storm when someone makes him mad.”

Emerl giggle at Seelkadoom who was pouting for being smack, he glares at Pandora like it was his fault for why he got in trouble.

“Yeah that settles the name with them.” Tails agree with Sonic as he notes the babies’ behavior.

“Though I do wonder why Pandora and Seelkadoom seem to hate each other.” Sonic muttered as he glances at the two.

“Well they aren’t twins even though they look like they are, there’s clearly a difference between them. I can only guess that their other parents hate each other and they it inherit from them.” Tails suggested with a laugh.

Sonic laughs with him, “I guess so.” 

Both having no idea how closed to the truth they were.