#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”

[thatshadowcomic]

Lore/HC: Underlined text links to original post👇

[For Character answered QnA and general "asks" click here]

You're welcome to expand on my ideas in your own way, but please credit me so they don't mix up with my own HCs/design choices.

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Sonic & Shadow:

-Mobians hedgehogs "Anoit" their partners

-Sonadow children ideas

-related to the above, "WOULD sonic and shadow have kids?"

-Fave HCs/ what's it like living with rouge/ where's sonic live?

-Does shadow like/play any instruments?

-who likes to cuddle more?

-Sonic is an accidental flirt.

-Shadow's stripes will become more like the Black Arms emblem over time. His paws are already very similar... do you think his head stripes will change as he ages?

-Sonic grew up alongside Amy and other orphans/broken families. He cares for her a lot but can only see her as a sister-- the same way he sees Tails as his brother--so the idea of a relationship with her disgusts him. Maybe he sees Sonia when he looks at her?

-Before Sonic, Shadow and Rouge fell into a relationship. Shadow assumed they shared a deeper past, given how much Rouge knows and how comfortable she is around him. But really, Shadow didnt know what he wanted, assuming it just was this way. Rouge wasn't sure either, just trying to help Shadow in some way. That said, they learned a lot about themselves and eachother as they opened up-- but in the end deciding to return to just friends...Although it would take some time to feel normal again.

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Shadow & Maria:

-Shadow's has dissociative fugue

-baby shadow (shadow and maria)

-Why Shadow knows how to swim

-Maria would have been a menace

-Maria told Shadow to comb his white fur up, so he looks more presentable, teasing, "You have a little built in tuxedo! See? Such a gentle-hog." :)

-I think Shadow liked sleeping in maria's bed. It was probably of great comfort to Maria during her sicker days... He was always being watched, so when they gave him his own bed/room, it must have felt isolating and alone. Do you think he had to wear pajamas so he wouldn't leave any fur in her bed?

-Some scientists/maria used to pet shadow and fluff up his cheeks, to Robotnik's displeasure. Shadow only recently learned that's something you do to your pet... he kind of misses it though.

-This is canon: Abraham Towers (commander) and Shadow grew up alongside each other, though their time was short. Ab was terrified of Shadow, because he saw Doom helping Gerald. He would warn the other's that shadow was some kind of demon, but Maria only became more protective of Shadow. He wasn't just an experiment to her, he was a person. As she became sicker, Ab blamed Shadow. But 50 years later, he finally understands and is trying to build some kind of bridge with Shadow, even allowing Shadow to visit his baby granddaughter. Just like Shadow, he let his anger and pain drive his choices.

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AU ideas: Feel free to expand on these in your own way, just credit me for the initial idea, so it doesn't get mixed up as canon in my own HC lore lol.

-AU where Shadow is created on mobius

-Scene from the above AU where shadow is created on mobius

-Return to mobius/search for sonic's mom AU (idea)

-Return of Doom (AU where Shadow is copied and Doom controls shadow's old body)

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Other characters:

-Metal sonic in my HC

-more metal sonic HC

-Manic is Scourge, who'd been sent into a zone for safety during the first bombing, only be have been lost to the "other" Mobius. He got a little crazy after that... No one knows what happened to Sonic's sister. It's assumed she died in the first Eggman attack. (or you could go with trans sonic hc? Would be an interesting/wholsome moment between Sonic & Shadow when he reveals it.)

-Omega is basically metal shadow...

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[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

Hey I just recently came across your account and I just adore your stories. I especially loved the one about the sonic x single parent reader, which is part of an idea I had for an ask.

It would be after that and maybe they’re out and about when they encounter Shadow. I was thinking maybe the child would just be in awe of him and how he looked so cool. Shadow wouldn’t think much of it, but I can see him seeing how much it bothered Sonic and would just be so smug about it and just keep showing off to the kid just to get a rise out of Sonic.

As far as if there’s any interaction between Shadow and the reader I’ll leave up to you.

Anyway, hope you’re doing well and I can’t wait to see what else you write up! Thank you for all you’ve written and keep up the good work! 👍

“I’m Always Happy to Help, but Why Him?!”

(A continuation to “Always Happy To Help!”)

Pairing(s): Sonic the Hedgehog x Parent Reader, background Knuxadow (Knuckles x Shadow), Shadow the Hedgehog & [Child’s Name] (platonic)

Requested: Yes (by an anon).

Description: Having Shadow as your friend was always nice. But not when a certain blue-quilled partner got jealous.

Notes: I love me some smug Shadow so this’ll be fun! Hope you enjoy! And thanks for the positive comments! ^^

(Like last time, Reader and [Child’s Name] will be gender-neutral!)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

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It had been about a week since you had told Sonic about [Child’s Name]. But you hadn’t introduced them to anyone else. So you had planned to meet up with Shadow, and of course, Sonic wanted to come along, presumably to race with him if the time came.

Typical Sonic.

The four of you decided to meet up at Rose’s Bakery, where Amy got the four of you a table in the back, giving [Child’s Name] a coloring book and a cupcake.

“So…this is your kid?” Shadow asks.

“Yep! I figured, after Sonic, you should be the next to know since you’re one of my best friends,” you tell him. Shadow lets out a nod before taking a sip of his coffee.

“Baba! Lookie, lookie!” [Child’s Name] says, getting your attention. They hold up a drawing, it being a picture of you, Sonic, Amy, them, and Shadow. You let off a smile, ruffling their fur.

“Good job, baby,” you tell them. “I’ll put it on the fridge when we get home.”

“Yaaay!” [Child’s Name] cheers.

Shadow seems to let off a soft smile as well seeing himself in the picture.

“Is that Shadow the Hedgehog smiling I see?” Sonic asks, causing Shadow’s smile to go away, replaced with a scowl.

“Good going, Sonic, you ruined it,” you say with a joking grumble.

“Yeah, good job, Dada!” [Child’s Name] copies.

“Aw come on! I was just teasing!” Sonic says with a slight pout.

You let out a giggle before kissing Sonic on the nose, causing [Child’s Name] to pretend gag and causing Shadow to roll his eyes.

“So, how has Knuckles been treating you?” you ask Shadow.

Shadow’s face slightly turns green but he smiles fondly.

“He’s been treating me well,” Shadow states. “He’s been showing me around Angel Island. It’s…It’s been amazing.”

You return his smile.

“I’m really glad to hear that,” you tell him. “You deserve it after everything you two have been through.”

[Child’s Name] looks over at their untouched cupcake.

“Baba, ‘m not hungy,” [Child’s Name] says.

“Oh, that’s alright! We can save it for later,” you tell them.

Before you can grab the cupcake, [Child’s Name] takes it and pushes it towards Shadow.

“For uncle,” [Child’s Name] says.

Both Sonic and Shadow look surprised, but Shadow takes the cupcake with a small smile.

“Thank you, little one,” Shadow says.

“Aw man! What about Papa Sonic??” Sonic asks.

[Child’s Name] sticks out their tongue at Sonic, causing you to burst out laughing as Sonic sputters in disbelief and Shadow smirks.

This was going to be an interesting turn in their rivalry.

[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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[cakeykraks]

This Unforgettable Night

Chapter 1: The Astronomer

Silver The Hedgehog is the self-proclaimed biggest Amy Rose fan. He’s more casual about it though, truthfully. Finally being able to go to one of her concerts, it’s a dream come true. Yet the number one fan ends up getting more than he bargained for when he’s kicked out and lands in a garbage bin.

Silver gasped for air as he made it through the tight walls of people shouting and cheering all around him. He had found a temporary ‘calmer’ area of the crowd. Though he could still feel the hot breath of the person behind him hitting his neck. He was overheated enough by the body heat of everyone, but with hot air being blown onto him and his own bodily features suited for colder environments? He was practically on fire.

“In your eyes I see a future so bright..”

But the sound of her voice can ignite an entirely new fire in him.

The stage is lit up with pink, blue, and purple spotlights. All on three divided sections of the same stage.

“With you beside me, everything's just.. right.”

Silver tries to get a better view of the stage but can’t with so many people going crazy in the way. He just had to end up in the back didn’t he? The hedgehog tries to move forward again just a couple feet but is immediately sucked in by the tight knit of people once again. This had to be some kind of hazard.

“Our hearts are beating fast, our bodies so close, I won’t waste this chance..”

Silver finally decides to step all the way to the back of the crowd. Everyone around him is cheering as his back hits the wall. Almost everyone is pushing to the front. He takes a deep breath in. He hears nothing but her voice surrounding all corners of the arena.

“Oh, in the middle of the night, this unforgettable night! You leave me wanting more, I just can't deny!”

The stage illuminates a pink hedgehog as she officially begins her song. Teal and purple streaks become enhanced in between her baby pink quills. Glittery parts of her skirt become ten times more shiny and her frilly ends of her sleeves begin to bounce.

The spotlight is on her and at her side, her dancers. She begins a cheerful and happy movement of her arms while she walks slowly to the left side of the stage. Her smile is ever evident. Her backup dancers follow her lead, forming a line behind her as they dance with her. She spins around, her outfit coming truly together to glimmer in the light. To make her look beautiful. Her white and pink boot stop her spin as she turns to the dancer behind her and they spin her again, passing her on to the next dancer in line.

“And when I pull away from you, it’s an ongoing war..”

The next dancer gently grabs her and follows the pattern, as do the others as she ends up on the right side of the stage now. The popstar keeps her voice steady, despite all the spinning and moving around.

Silver's eyes are nothing else but glued on to her. Amber eyes watching her every move, taking in every lyric, every pause, every breath. It’s all being experienced in one single moment. The more he tries to take in of her, the more he loses her. More and more bodies are blocking and more and more he loses sight of her.

Silver attempts to jump up yet right as he does, a certain huge purple cat blocks his view. Just what he needed. Silver finds his back pushed against the wall once more, he grunts and angrily turns around, ready to bash his head into it.

“I swear I’m going to–“ He freezes. He looks up.

A large bobcat looks down at him. He is dressed in a very distinguishable blue. With a very distinguishable shiny hat. And a most certainly distinguishable angry face.

“I am so sorry. I thought–“

“Where’s your ticket?” The towering cat asked. His voice was just as you would expect, deep and grueling.

Silver immediately began to fiddle around his jacket, then his pants, even his thick chest fur. The security guard only sneered.

“I’m sorry sir, I don’t think I have my ticket!” The hedgehog let out an almost laughable nervous tone. He flashed the cat a toothy smile, hoping it would coat the growing anxiety. Silver pats the sides of his hips. “B-But I’ll find it! It’s probably here somewhere-”

Silver gulps down the little dignity he had. And got on his knees, beginning to ‘look around’ for his non-existent ticket. He didn’t care, though. He would do anything to be able to stay and just watch her.

The bobcat ignores the grand pity show Silver is displaying as he swiftly picks him up just like a cat from his back, and begins to walk towards two metal doors. Silver drops the act in an instant and his body grows cold in an instant.

“No- No! Wait! Let me find the ticket, please! Put me down!”

The security only grunts. Silver begins to trash around like crazy, whipping around and grunting. He tries to shove, he tries to punch, which fails, he tries everything. Nothing works. Looking around to anything, anyone, he gets a glance of the radiant gem on stage. Just between two silhouettes of fans, there she is.

She lets her backup vocals sing as she scarcely touches the tips of her front row fans with her own gloved. Always that warm welcoming smile she wears. He doesn’t notice how he stops putting up a fight, letting himself grow at ease at just a glimpse of her. For a second, he swears their eyes lock onto one another.

How stupid of him.

Before he can linger on the shared moment, he loses what he believed was the look of her sharp emerald eyes. And his face hits what he believes is cold metal.

His face is inflamed with pain in an instant. Mostly on his nose. The bobcat towers over him, before his face disappears with a scowl. He walks back inside the large building with heavy steps, slamming two doors behind him. Silver sighs.

Said nose that was hurt is filled with a horrendous stench.

“Ew..He didn’t have to be so mean about it.” Silver makes his way through the garbage bin, stepping on gooey and smelly bags containing who knows what. He fights back the urge to barf and add more stench to the bin.

Silver steps his way out of the garbage bin, almost falling over. So much for going to his favorite artist’s concert. His old crushes concert.

Silver The Hedgehog was never a romantic type. He cared more about his grades and being a good older brother to his little sister, Marine. Silver wasn’t just a family guy, he cared about his friends as well. His friend group consisted of his best friends, Blaze, Sonic, Shadow.. Plenty more people. Tangle was secretly his favorite amongst them.

Silver kicked the garbage bin, immediately regretting it.

But there was always a girl who stuck out to him. She never directly talked to her, only ever with friends around. But even then, it was all chaste. He didn’t have much of a reason to ever talk to her. After all, she was Sonic’s girlfriend.

Until she wasn’t.

The pink hedgehog had distanced herself after the breakup. From what he heard, it wasn’t a good breakup. And he knew it wasn’t considering how he would catch her eyes, all puffy and swollen. She threw herself more into her studies, it was saddening.

Silver’s crush had been developing for years. She was cute, yes, but what really got to him was how her entire being of acting was. He’d heard stories of how courageous she was, always putting everyone else above her. She was beyond kind, beyond intelligent. It was captivating to him, all of her. Her looks were just a bonus.

He remembers seeing her and all of his friends grow up, each into their own person. Sonic and Shadow would pursue jobs in the medical field. Knuckles the army, Blaze a lawyer, and even his little sister would begin to scope out colleges.

But Amy Rose? She always stook out didn’t she?

From her pink fur to her fashion sense, to the way she talked and presented herself. Silver loved it all. Silver couldn’t get enough of it. If she were an ocean, he would swim in her endlessly. A city, he would stay in all day.

She was an experience he couldn’t wait to have.

Except, deep down he knew he would never. She had pursued the career of a famous idol. And he? An average firefighter. Well, not yet at least. He was still in training. And definitely still lanky.

Compared to Amy, he was just an average guy. Nothing special, nothing interesting. For such a person, it could be only nature that we wanted nothing more than the stars. And Amy was that star.

Silver sighed once again, deeply. Sure, he had snuck his way into an idol’s concert like a weird stalker but he had hope. He just wanted to get to know her. See if the infatuation he’s had about this girl would lead to anything. And even if it didn’t, he just wanted to be something to her. A friend, a colleague, a recognizable stranger, anything.

The hedgehog sat down at the steps of which the bobcat entered. His eyes found their way up to look at the dark sky. Filled with stars, all twinkling above him. Silver could hear the loud cheers of fans inside, the quiet revs of motorcycles in the street, some cat meowing. This part of town was surprisingly quiet.

Silver hears something small hit the cement and land in front of him. It was a small rock. Clacking of boots hitting against the ground becomes evident and makes a twitch in Silver's ear.

He turns to the sound source, terrified for a second that it’s another security guard. The footsteps halt suddenly, with a soft gasp accompanying.

His eyes widen at the sight of his star, seemingly fallen from the sky.

[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

[aceontheline]

Romance is Timeless (Main Story): Chapter 6

Amy needs to make it up to Husk... At least, in her own mind.

The next few days were pretty cut and dry as one could hope to be without the dreading sense of monotony. Going to work & just doing my daily routine were the only things to keep myself going without Husk's presence. Although, I'd be lying if I said that it wasn't lonely without him. Without Husk to sleep with at night, I just slept alone or with a stuffed animal to keep me company. Without Husk to talk to in the mornings or at night, I was hanging out with Anthony or Xavier. The both of them were decent company & I could tell something was slowly budding between the two. Anthony was trying as hard as he could to get it through to Xav that... Yes. He did like him. I was silently rooting for them the whole way through.

Meanwhile, I had my own life to deal with as well. I kept to myself for the most part, only ever interacting with people if I needed to for something, like favors or Charlie's exercises between us as a group. One night, I was a bit tired after work. So, after a nice shower & a light meal, I fell asleep for a short while. And while I'd like to say that I just got a well needed nap... That didn't happen completely. When I was awoken by a gentle knock on my door at around 5:00 pm. (I napped by 4:00), I immediately arose. "The door's open," I said in a groggy tone. I was half expecting Charlie or Anthony to walk in since I was barely sociable these past few days. Though, I was pleasantly surprised to see Husk standing in my doorway. I smile upon seeing him, telling him to come in. He smiles, nods in acknowledgment & walks in, sitting at the edge of my bed. He runs a hand through his hair while I sit up next to him. With a heavy sigh, Husk looks down.

"Amy... Sweetie, I'm sorry. For kinda just snapping on you like that. I thought that Anthony and I had moved past our differences & that we could be... Civil. But also, for just not really communicating to you, why I was a bit upset" Husk says, placing his strong hand on my shoulder.

"It's okay, Husk. If anything, I'm also sorry for not telling you I wanted to hang out with an old friend to get some heavy stuff off my mind. I was mainly looking for someone to be a neutral party in what was going on around me. I kinda understand that Anthony acted... Not out of spite. But because he didn't think he deserved better. To be loved again" I reply, my tone a bit somber.

Husk hugs me close to him, saying that the fact I came to that conclusion seemed to make the most sense. But that otherwise, I was forgiven. Tensions were high between the 3 of us for a few days, but we worked it all out by now & it seemed to be going along wonderfully. That in mind, I was more than excited to hear that Husk was asking me out on a date that night. I almost instantly agreed, immediately realizing that I had already taken a shower, so I didn't have to do so again. Husk chuckles softly, saying that he'll need to, so he can be fresh and clean for me. He strolls out of my room & blows a kiss to me, making me giggle softly. "Aww... That's such a precious sound. I hope to make ya' giggle like that again, baby" he says in a flirty tone. This makes me blush a little, my skin appearing pink & flushed against my already red, Sinner skin. "There she is. My adorable lil' rose" he says, blowing another kiss before leaving the room.

Later on, I see Husk strolling back to my bedroom. He's got his hair slicked back and one hell of an outfit on. A regular white shirt with a low collar (as per the chest fur), a leather jacket, and some decent looking dark jeans. Myself? Something rather cute and casual. Blue and black off the shoulder top, shorts, and gray thigh highs. Husk sees me in this attire and just smirks, commenting on how good my legs look whenever I wear shorts. This just makes me blush like crazy yet again, making him chuckle softly in turn. He wraps an arm around me and we head out of the hotel. I ask him where we're headed off to, but he doesn't seem to want to give up the details right away, making it a "surprise." Knowing how my mind handles spontaneity, I groan softly, just asking him almost repeatedly to tell me what he has planned.

"It wouldn't be a surprise then, would it, little rose?" Husk asks, kissing my forehead as we keep walking along.

"That's... Kinda the point. I don't like surprises all that much cuz I like being able to plan things accordingly" I reply firmly.

"Sometimes, life doesn't work like that, sweetie. You gotta just relish in the unpredictable. 'Specially in a place like Hell, where ya don't know who or what will pop up outta nowhere. Or if they'll mess up your life on a grand scale, or help you outta the worst slump of your life" he responds, seeming rather proud of his profound proclamation.

I keep following Husk to this random date night location that he's picked out for us, only to be greeted by a semi-formal looking restaurant. The attire here isn't super fancy, like runway model type stuff, but it's not usual to see something like jeans or sweatpants around here either. I look down at my current outfit choice, asking Husk if we should go somewhere else or if I should go back to the hotel to change. Husk shakes his head, immediately refusing either option. "If they care that much about the clothes you're wearing, they've got sad lives" he says with a playfully sarcastic murmur. He and I arrive inside the place, where we're confronted by the restaurant host. He's currently flipping through the book on hand and making notes in the margins when he sees us walk in.

Husk asks the kind looking man if there are any seats currently available, to which the host tells us that we would be waiting for about 30 minutes. I shrug this off, saying that doesn't seem like a problem and that I'd be more than willing to wait. Husk and I find a place to sit down in the waiting area for the time being. The music in this room is rather nice & at a decent volume, people all around us are socializing or on their phones, and it just seems like a more casual air around this place. I sit down next to Husk, leaning my head on his shoulder as I scroll on my phone for a few moments to kill time. Husk, sensing my boredom and probably feeling a little playful, takes the phone out of my hand and puts it in his front pocket. Then... He puts me up on his lap, making me look directly at him. My face immediately turns pink, feeling more than flustered.

"What's the matter, doll? Cat got your tongue...?" he asks with a seductive, yet playful, tone. His whispering in my ear makes my body shiver a little in response, biting my lip rather subtly. He chuckles at this, teasing me about it. At this point, the both of us are just saying sweet nothings back and forth, flirting with each other to see who can make the other more flustered. But alas, my efforts fail, as Husk's deep voice and sultry language put him at a further advantage. He rests his head on top of mine, kissing it gently.

"You know I love to tease you, baby. Seeing that cute face of yours turn all nice and pink & hearing those adorable giggles... So responsive, just to some light teasing, hehe" Husk teases, kissing the top of my head once more. I whine a little in protest.

"Husk! C'moonn, that's enough" I reply, my arms crossed with a pouty look. He giggles to himself, placing a hand on my cheek.

"Alright, alright. I'll stop... For now, that is. Wait until later, baby" he says in a flirty whisper in my ear, nibbling my earlobe as he pulls away.

This just makes me hide my face even more, as I don't want him to see my blushing face. Husk gently pulls my hands away from my face, looking into my eyes. He asks me why I'd want to cover up such a "pretty face," which only serves to make me even more flustered. After a little while longer of this, the host eventually walks in and tells us to follow him. We follow him to a rather isolated booth and he sits us down. We initially sit down across from each other, only for Husk to invite me over to sit back down on his lap. "I know it ain't 'proper etiquette' or whatever, but c'mon now. It's Hell, what 'proper etiquette'? Now get over here, baby" he says in that flirty tone of his. I hesitate a little before moving over to him, sitting in his lap once more. He wraps his arms around my waist, smiling at me.

"That's more like it. Comfy?" he asks me, a smirk on his face. I nod in agreement, now cuddling against his chest. He rests his head on top of mine, looking through the menu while doing so. I encourage him to just get a regular soda or some water, as opposed to an alcoholic drink. He sighs softly, agreeing that it's probably for the better, but he admits that the call of the liquor is rather loud at the moment. I nod, understanding where he's coming from. I tell him that the next time we go out to eat, then he can have at least one or two, depending on how much alcohol content is in the drink he orders. He agrees to this compromise, just settling on water for tonight. Once the waiter comes around, he orders his drink and an appetizer for us to share. I get water as well, nothing too special. The waiter walks away, putting in our order. He didn't seem to react to seeing us holding each other in such a way, so I feel at least a little better in this situation.

Though, I can't help but acknowledge something.

"Hey... I'm proud of you. You actually expressed to me how hard it is right now for you to have a regular drink, as opposed to alcohol. You were just... Open. About how you feel" I say with a smile across my face. "Not only that, but you actually agreed with the compromise" I finish, making Husk smile warmly.

"Heh. I guess you're right. And y'know somethin'? It kinda felt... Right. Good, even. Like it was just natural to tell you how I felt" Husk replies, the smile still on his face. "Guess this means I'm makin' progress, right, doll?" he asks, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

"Yes. Yes it does. And that's wonderful" I answer him reassuringly.

The two of us continue to talk about things. I mention that work has me running around like crazy, but that there's been a raffle going on for the past month. In this raffle, you can win prizes like a certain dollar bonus on your next paycheck, all the way up to a cruise booked for two. I was gunning for the latter prize, so I had already put my name into the raffle at least ten times over the past 5 weeks. "Because you can only put your name in twice in one week" I explain. Husk asks me who I'd go on the cruise with, if anyone at all, or if I'd just go alone and take some time away from the craziness of the hotel. It's at this time that I sort of allude to the fact that I would want him to come along with me, and no one else. "You win two tickets anyway, so..." I say. Husk seems incredibly flattered, now saying that he prays that I win the grand prize.

"Even if you don't, there's other stuff you can win, right? A nice little raise on your paycheck sounds hella nice" he says with a chuckle. After some more talking, and we finish our food, we're walking back to the hotel and talking, when suddenly, my phone rings. It's my personal phone, but it's from my manager. I figure this is about the results of the raffle, since he stated matter of fact that we'd be getting calls on our "personal lines," as to not clutter up work phones with this matter. I answer the call almost immediately, fingers crossed that I would win the ultimate prize.

As I hear my manager confirm my winnings, my jaw hits the floor. I don't believe this... This is the first time I've ever won anything like this. He tells me that when I come into work tomorrow, I can come pick up the tickets in his office. I thank him at least a dozen times before he hangs up. I heard him chuckle and say "You're welcome" at least twice before he did so. I look at Husk, beaming with excitement.

"No fuckin' way... Did you?!" Husk asks excitedly. I nod firmly.

"Yeah! That was my manager. I won it!" I say, to which Husk picks me up in his arms, hugging me. "What I also forgot to mention... It's a nine day cruise. Of which, is all paid time off" I say with an even bigger smile on my face.

"Nice! You get paid to lounge around on some fancy boat... With me. Sounds wonderful, baby" he says, kissing my cheek and putting me down.

The next day at work, I walk into my manager's office rather excitedly. Though, I have to tone it down a bit as to not make the other coworkers jealous over my immense winnings. I thank the manager again, saying that this is the first time in my life... Or afterlife that I've won something this big, let alone "won anything". He hands me the envelope containing the tickets and explains everything to me in a concise manner.

"This cruise is for 9 days, and you can bring whoever you want. All the days are paid time off, and the cruise is happening next week. You've already been approved for the time off, so you're all set to go, Ms. Blight" he says in a rather professional demeanor. I nod, recognizing all the terms. I put the envelope in my bag, which I typically kept in my desk.

At the end of the workday, I come home and show Husk the tickets to the cruise. He seems rather excited by this, taking the second ticket from me and insisting that he'll keep it some place safe until the day comes along. That night, we talk at the bar and play our usual stupid games to kill time, as he closes up rather early for the night. Once everything is all said and done, Husk and I prepare for bed. But as I walk into my room to sleep, he smirks and invites me into his room instead. I go along with it, and we end up... Having a little fun before we go to bed.

Once we finish up with that, we're cuddled up next to each other, half naked and a bit sweaty from the encounter. He teases that we should shower together, but I don't fall for it. We take separate showers and fall asleep together late into the night. Thankfully, I didn't have work the next day, so I could sleep in for as long as I wanted.

Part 5: ( Here )

Part 7: ( Here )

Masterlist: ( Here )

[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.

[ripslingerfan13]

My thoughts on it…

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

First off Happy Bearthday! Awww!!!🥰 They don’t know his real birthday so they made the day he came to earth his birthday/anniversary!💕

Getting straight into the action! Yeah!! Tokyo battle! Though to be honest I don’t think Tails’ handcuffs would have worked on Shadow anyway. Sorry bud.🤭

And don’t even get me started on the constant wacky shit with Eggman and Robotnick. Now we know where Eggman gets his quill obsession from

I’m pissed the general lied about shadow’s origin just to cover up killing an innocent girl!💢

But Maria having Shadow pull her on her roller skates!💕

I don’t think they even gave a name to the guard who tried to save them! He sees ‘both’ Maria ‘and’ Shadow as children! No Boi should have lived!😭

And of course the old guy who’s gonna be gaslighting his poor grandson the entire time is carrying around just mini portable black holes!

Tom and Maddy being bored as hell! And way to excited to join them on their extremely dangerous mission. And Maddy cosplay was absolute genius!👍

But Tom baby please get rid of that damn dummy!🙏 It is creepy as hell!

Those two mustache idiots dancing in the lasers had me cracking up!🤣

The constant memories with Shadow and Maria😭

Dear god my heart stopped when Shadow punched Tom!

We did get the dark Sonic I predicted but not exactly as I was expecting. I was expecting Sonic’s fur to turn dark at some point? His fur remained golden? But then I remembered it was the combination of not just Sonic’s anger but with fake chaos emeralds as well! Now I’m hoping we do get fake chaos emeralds just to see a dark Sonic with black fur and all!

Shadow going gold in the middle of the fight YES!!!

I appreciate how it took Shadow giving Sonic the realization that he was turning into him for Sonic to calm down and remember what Tom told him.

We were all expecting Shadow to ‘sacrifice’ himself to save the earth after realizing that Maria wouldn’t want the earth destroyed. But knowing Shadow’s story we’re all expecting Shadow to return probably not in the next movie but most likely the one after.

Now Shadow’s definitely surviving Eggman I’m not so sure?

Oh and don’t get me started on his and Gerald’s robo limbs battle!🤣

Grateful but also how the hell did Tom get out of that with just a busted arm?!

And Wade you’re supposed to be guarding that thing not playing hockey with it!

We got confirmation of Metal Sonic and Amy!!!🤩👏👍🥳

But damn I was not expecting a whole herd of them or Sonic coming across them after ending up in New York!

We didn’t see her but I still praying for Rouge! And she absolutely needs to be voiced by Scarlet Johansson!

Final score 10/10!👍👏🥳💕🤩🥰😍

In theaters now about to watch Sonic 3!

Also just saw the trailer for the next MCU! RED HULK FUCK YEAH!!!

[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.