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crunchychickenwings · 4 years ago

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Vanilla Ice Cream

pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

genre: no quirk au

tags: aged up characters, mild suggestive themes (?), implied dekubaku;)

wordcount: 1402

a/n: shouto is a sucker for you. This is my second work! I hope you like it ^^ You can comment any tips for improvements :D

🍦 Shouto is lost, hopeless, wrecked (not that kind of wreck you hoe). He saw you again, standing right in front of him with the counter of his ice cream truck serving as a barricade between the two of you. You always ordered multiple servings of ice cream and Shouto finds it cute that you have a sweet tooth, always eager to take home a variety of vanilla flavored ice cream. You never stay to eat your ice cream on one of the tables Shouto readied for the customers but today is different, very different, you ordered a vanilla popsicle this time and marched to one of the seats where he has a clear view of you, then your eyes bored at him as you feast on your ice popsicle— it was at that moment, when Shouto desperately wished that he is the popsicle that you are sucking right now.

♧♧♧

Shouto situated himself in front of his old electric fan, his ice cream truck is not that much of a good airconditioned truck to satiate the frustrating heat from the blazing shine of the summer sun. He groaned when he felt his white tee clung on his skin, oh how he wished he could take a cold shower but the possibilities of having a customer prevented him from the cold shower that calls for him, with an audible sigh, he slumped back on his seat and settled with the warmth of the weather.

“Hello”

He whipped his head fast at the sound of what might be the fifth potential customer today, he stood up and neared the counter, only to stop as he saw a pair of bright eyes paired with a lovely smile.

Oh!

“Hi…” Shouto answered back with a monotoned voice, not the appropriate tone of voice to use when you are conversing with a customer but you are one of those people who isn’t bothered by it and Shouto appreciates you every time you visit his humble ice cream truck.

“Business must be running low” she lolled her head to the side making his poor heart pound like the thundering hooves of a thousand wild stallions, it disgusts him that his hands accumulated sweat the longer she stayed close to his presence.

“Well, yes, people choose to stay indoors or buy frozen products in grocery stores instead of a simple ice cream truck like mine” he rubbed both of his sweaty palms on his khaki shorts and took a harsh gulp, cringing at how loud and awkward it sounded.

“Don’t worry, your ice cream still rocks”

“How come my ice cream is a rock?”

Stupefied by his answer, you belt out a laugh that almost made you fall on your knees, you leaned on the counter for support as you took quick deep breaths to regulate your breathing. The confused look on his face only egged your laugh to worsen and tried – note the keyword, tried – to tell your order in between gasps and laughs which he finds – without a doubt – sinful. He hastily went to the chest type freezer filled with popsicles and rummaged for your favorite choice of ice cream, Upon finding the correct flavor, he slammed it shut and took slow strides to prepare himself.

Okay, you can do this, there is nothing to get antsy with seeing he– oh my god she looks so pretty

“Oh, hey there again, I’ve calmed down so no need to be frightened now” you joked and tried to flatten the frenzy strands sticking out of your hair.

“I am not frightened, do you need plastic for this?” he politely asked which you shook your head in response.

“Nah, no need, sweet pea”

Gasp

You called him sweet pea.

You grabbed your vanilla flavored popsicle and waved a hand at him, making him think that you will leave him alone again under the scorching heat of the sun but no, he is so wrong.

There you sat on the bright red chair, drinking in the radiant heat of summer, you took delightful slurps on your vanilla popsicle as soon as you freed it out of its wrapper. Your eyes stayed on his, not unblinking but slowed, yet the effect is sultry, inviting to be exact, its as if you are enticing him to come closer and have a taste of something much more, delicious than the product he sells.

Shouto swallowed the lump on his throat and averted his gaze in abrupt, unable to comprehend the intensity of your stare and the subtle ministrations you did with the poor popsicle, you are definitely thinking of the frozen treat as something else, It might be a disgusting sight to witness someone doing inappropriate actions to a simple ice popsicle but it’s far more different when you are making a small show on of the tables he cleaned earlier.

He noticed the residue of the popsicle on the wooden table and mumbled a soft curse at how he thought of it as his, this is so fucked up, you might be just unaware of how a sight for a sore eye you are with you eating the popsicle, there are possibilities of you being completely innocent with your popsicle and here he is, letting his carnal desires to eat him. His eyes shifted back and forth to your plump lips swallowing the icy treat with great gusto then at your hooded eyes that made him feel bothered down there, speaking of that, it was too late for him to realize that his boy is painfully grazing the fabric of his khaki shorts.

Shouto is suddenly brought back to reality when a guy with a mop of forest green hair called out for him, a concerned look plastered on his face as he gauged Shouto’s condition, is he alright? Is the weather too hot for him that he almost looked like a tomato at how red his face is? Is he okay?

“Shouto, are you okay?”

“Perfectly fine” His answer did not manage to convince the worried man, making him more antsy. Izuku waved a shaky hand in front of Shouto’s face, desperately trying to get his attention, after a few more waves, he somehow made him look at him – a bit startled to say the least.

“Gosh, are you really okay?” he asked again with his brows pulled up, earning a slight nod and a clear of throat.

“You’re here Izuku”

“Yes, I am” he chuckled at how aloof his friend can be.

“Do you have a gallon of chocolate ice cream? Katsuki’s been craving for your chocolate ice cream ever since we got back from Hawaii” Izuku added with a smile, his cheeks also flushing.

Shouto finally cooled down, thanks to his friend Izuku, and nodded along in response, sauntering his way towards the freezer and grabbing the gallon of ice cream before putting it inside the plastic bag with a cute calligraphy of his shop’s name that Momo created for him. He gave the packaged good to his friend and is immediately met with a giddy smile from him.

“Thanks a lot! Want me to say hi for Katsuki? He really wanted to come with me but he has been aching since yesterday, I think he’s gonna be bedridden for a day or two” with a nervous chuckle, he rubbed a firm hand on his nape as he looked everywhere, avoiding the knowing stare that Shouto gave Izuku.

“Sure, tell him it has strawberry bits” he said.

“Great, make sure to take breaks, it’s incredibly hot today” Izuku chirped before leaving the vicinity, giddy to give Katsuki his ice cream.

Shouto wiped the beads of sweat on his chin and slumped on the chair which he sooner regretted because there you are, comfortably seated on the bright red chair while you took a long stripe of the white liquid slowly trickling on your forearm. Are you really hinting on something or you are just oblivious of your sensual actions?

Shouto’s mind went into a haywire as you slowly stood up from your seat, your flats hitting the stone pavement as you walked closer, a pair of heterochromic eyes noticing the gentle sway of your hips and Shouto is once again, deep within his desires under the 26 degrees heat of the summer heat.

Your steps halted right at the counter, your arms rested on the cool marbled counter and leaned in, making you feel his warm breathing fanning right at your face, your scents mingling with each other. It was close enough to make the panic bubble inside him, to make his mind feel fuzzy and light-headed, he tried to keep a straight face but is failing miserably.

“You don’t mind if I order another popsicle?” you spoke softly, your voice low into a hush, almost like a whisper but Shouto still heard, bright and clear.

“I don’t mind…” he trailed off as his eyes followed your teeth nibbling at the skin of your plump lips. “What flavor do you want?”

“How ‘bout something that tastes like you” you inquired with a smile, not a cute one but definitely a provocative kind of smile. With a little bit of choking, he quickly regained his composure, his voice dropping octaves as he muttered his answer.

“That flavor is available”

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utanoprinces · 6 years ago

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Indigo Anhedonia

Ai wishes he could be a little more human.

It’s summer.

Ai hates summer.

Maybe it’s the humidity. It always sticks up and around his joints, making his clothes cling to his ‘skin’ and making his eyes feel blurry no matter how many times he blinks. Maybe it’s the way the heat and the moisture clog his chest, stifling his breath, keeping his fans from doing their job to keep him cool. Or maybe it’s the fact that everyone is so, so very passionate about life at this time of year, always raving about this event or that activity that they can do now that the heat is strong enough. He hates the heat though… and he hates that he can’t seem to grasp that joie de vivre no matter how many pages of social media he scrolls through, desperately seeking an answer for what drives everyone to be so… much.

Sometimes he forgets he’s not human. He gets caught up in the moment, in the desire to nail a performance, in drinking tea during a break and staring out the window of a nice cafe as he watches pedestrians walk back and forth on the sidewalk outside. Yet… it always creeps up on him again, when he’s finally alone and in the quiet of his room at the end of the day. He doesn’t feel like other people do. His brain is programmed to analyze responses lightning fast and supply the ‘emotion’ that best suits the formula of the moment. He knows that human brains function in a similar manner and yet… yet… yet…. There are still times when he wishes he could just feel without it being such a… process.

Disconnect.

He licks his lips, staring at the reflection of the plastic CD case sparkling on the ceiling. He’s lying on his bed, dressed in whatever he grabbed this morning. He doesn’t quite remember. Well, that’s not entirely true. He knows it’s a thin t-shirt and a thinner button-down and a pair of capris and high tops and--he presses his hands to his eyes. He knows, okay? That’s the problem. He always knows… and he wishes he could just… not know, sometimes. Not in the sense that he didn’t know about marshmallow dye or the way he’s inexperienced with a lot of feelings. Rather, he wishes he could just not know and instead be able to be a bit more creative. A bit more flexible.

He’s always hammering things out in the back of his mind. Burners are always full of pots and pans of elaborate dishes as he constantly tries to process a thousand concepts at once. His information always comes from elsewhere, though. His fans whir loudly in his chest. Has there ever been a single time where he came up with something on his own? A thought… on his own?

Now, now, his mind says placatingly. No one develops an opinion or idea entirely on their own. There’s nothing new under the sun.

He comforts himself with the knowledge that he does make choices. He chooses what he wears, how he composes songs in his free time, what food to eat each day. Those are all… from his own preferences, right? Swarmed with a buzzing sensation deep in his stomach, he sits up, barely containing his growing frenzied energy. He just wants to exist for a bit without the constant processing in his head! He’s about to really lose it when he hears a knock at the door. He breathes deeply.

“Come in.”

It’s Otoya, eyes bright and smile sunny as ever. “Hey, Ai-senpai! You wanna come hang out with us?” Ai blinks at him, face neutral and eyes emotionless.

“Who’s ‘us’?”

“Well, it’s mostly just me an’ Syo, gonna toss a Frisbee around for a bit, but the other guys will probably be there. I know Natsuki’s bringing popsicles.” He giggles, “We convinced him that store-bought ones were fine.”

Just be.

Disconnect.

Ai scrunches his fingers into his pant legs subtly, then nods. “Sure.” Otoya perks up, pumping his fist.

“Great! Let’s go!”

~~~

The sun is at that angle where everything turns salmon pink. It’s a weird effect that Ai has yet to research the reason for, but it happens every summer and it always burns his sensors a bit. Or… maybe everyone feels that way; he’s not sure. Closer to the horizon the haze becomes more golden. Insects flitting through the air glow like molten metal when the sun hits them just right and there are cicadas buzzing in the distant trees, somewhere out across the campus.

Otoya leads him to a portion of the lakeside. It’s a pleasant, grassy expanse with some benches, not too far off the path.

Masato is resting on a blanket on the grass with a cooler, shifting the ice around to better house the variety of drinks and frozen treats he’s attempting to pack it with. Natsuki is hovering over him, arms laden with grocery bags. A cardboard box of popsicles is also on the blanket alongside a mystifying container of chili powder. The box is nearly torn to shreds. Someone was a bit hasty with opening it.

“Oi! Get!! Away from me!! With that!” Syo’s voice pierces the drowsiness of the setting. Ai looks over to see him backing up from Ren, who is dual-wielding a pair of chili-powder-dusted, real-fruit popsicles.

“Trust me, Shorty,” Ren says, smooth voice tinged with glee. “You don’t know till you try it!” Tokiya speaks up from the bench he’s sharing with Cecil, not even bothering to glance up from his sketchbook.

“Ren…”

Ren rolls his eyes but backs off. “Okay, okay. More for me.” He sticks one of the popsicles in his mouth and winks at Syo, who glares at him. Otoya flails an arm out in a boisterous wave.

“Sorry I’m late!” The others look up at his approach. He jabs a thumb towards Ai. “I noticed Ai-senpai had been holed up inside all day, so I thought I’d invite him.” Natsuki perks up immediately.

“What a great idea! He’ll have a lot of fun, I’m sure of it!” The others nod and mumble their greetings. Otoya smiles at Ai and lightly pats his shoulder.

“Sit wherever! This is just a hangout, so just do what makes you happy!” Ai nods vaguely, watching Otoya jog over to Syo and offer him the Frisbee he’d been carrying. Ai glances around the setup, feeling a tad out of place. He’s used to spending time with Syo and Natsuki on their own, but not all of Starish.

‘What makes him happy’, huh….

He walks over to the blanket. Masato smiles at him politely.

“Mikaze-senpai. Can I offer you anything to eat or drink?” Natsuki darts an arm into the cooler and drags out a grape popsicle. He offers it to Ai, grinning warmly.

“Ai-chan! You like grape, right?”

Ai’s chest twists. Does he? Or was that another solution to a pre-programmed formula? He silently takes the popsicle and nods at both Natsuki and Masato, then retreats to an empty bench and sits down while unwrapping it. The ice crystals glisten and begin to melt the second the sun hits them. He watches them coalesce into droplets and slowly slip down the sides of the popsicle. The noises of Starish goofing off and socializing around him fade into the background, giving way to that constant trill of the cicadas. He allows the melt to coat his fingers.

Just be.

It’s sticky. Layers of it dry and harden, then new ones form as the popsicle keeps melting. His eyes burn from the ambient sunlight, from the brightness glinting off the lake water.

“What...is my purpose?” “Your name is Mikaze Ai. You are an idol… and you will help wake my nephew, Kisaragi Aine, by living life in his place.”

Ai stares at the ice melt encrusted on his fingers. I… Am I real?

Sometimes he feels like he doesn’t exist. Like he’s watching his life through a computer screen. Maybe that’s why he enjoys video games so much… the familiarity is easy. He feels like there’s always a barrier between him and his surroundings, no matter how many times he goes shopping with Syo and Natsuki, no matter how many times Ranmaru cooks dinner for him and Quartet Night, no matter how many times he stands in the aisles of the tea shop, staring down at the herbal blends like anything he chooses will even matter in the long run. He swallows, distantly aware that his hands are shaking and his fans are stuttering and--

Splat! He looks down. His popsicle has finally had enough of the summer sun and snapped in two. He blinks at the shining purple clump of ice on the ground.

“Ai-chan!” Natsuki is suddenly next to him. He giggles good-naturedly. “You have to eat them quickly when the sun is out like this!” Ai looks up at Natsuki vacantly, still coming back to reality from his near-shutdown. He processes what Natsuki said and then turns back to his mostly-gone popsicle.

“I suppose so.”

“That’s okay~” Natsuki hums. “We have a lot! So many! Do you want another?” Ai doesn’t reply right away. He considers for so long that Natsuki looks concerned. “Ai-chan?” “Yes,” Ai decides. “I’ll try again.” He’s not so sure that he’s talking about the popsicles, but… it comforts him, somehow. Natsuki nods firmly.

“Sure! Grape again?”

Ai glances at the cooler, then stands up, walking over to it. “I’d…” he kneels down to open the lid. “I’d like to pick my own, I think.” Natsuki follows him over and nods, humming his awed agreement. Ai peruses the selection, considering each flavor slowly. Then, he stops himself.

This is exactly what you don’t want to be.

You have to take a step to change a habit.

Disconnect.

Just be.

He reaches in without thinking about it, pulling out the first one his fingers touch. It’s yellow. He closes the cooler lid and stands up, unwrapping his new popsicle, then quickly places it in his mouth. The scent hits his nose first--piercing and clean. Then the bitter tang spreads over his tongue, tingling and electric. It’s yuzu.

“Mikaze-senpai?” Masato says, worriedly.

Ai exhales shakily. His eyelids flutter; his lashes are wet. “I-I’m fine,” he murmurs. Masato’s brows knit a fraction, but he says nothing more.

“Watch out!” Otoya shouts. Ai turns just to see the Frisbee--on an errant throw--whizzing towards him. He quickly dodges, free hand darting out to catch it. Syo and Otoya come to a halt, both nearly collapsing, out of breath from their mad dash towards him.

“W-wow, Ai-senpai!” Otoya says when he’s caught his breath. “You’re good at this! Do you want to try passing it around a bit?” Ai stares at the Frisbee in his hand. He’s never considered it before. He’s always hated needless exertion and… he’s never really had anyone to experience this sort of thing with--to play with--in the first place. The yuzu flavor stings his tongue. It burns deeper down inside him, igniting a host of emotions he’s never really felt before. He’s a bit overwhelmed. Normally, this situation would make him run for the nearest closet to cool down in, but… the ice is already doing that. He looks at Otoya and Syo.

“How do I do it?”

They grin, matching expressions, eyes lit with excitement. Otoya nearly falls over himself in his haste to explain but Syo is already darting away, looking back at them over his shoulder.

“Just throw it, Ai!”

Otoya shrugs goofily, then runs off as well. “Go for it, Ai-senpai!”

Ai glances between them, feeling something new...something warm and bright, stirring inside him. He realizes that he’s already taking another step. Right here. Right now. He pulls his hand back, closes his eyes....

Let go.

...and throws.

“Wow! It’s going so far!” “H-hey! That’s too far!!”

He opens his eyes again and… he laughs. It’s small. So quiet no one else looks over at him, too busy watching the spectacle of Otoya and Syo charging across the grass. As he feels his fans slow to a normal pace again, he takes another lick of his popsicle. The citrus is strong. It pierces to his heart and for just a moment--he sees. He understands. He feels. Here, surrounded by his ridiculous, wondrous underclassmen, he feels more real than he ever has before.

Let go.

Just be.

Connect.

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swampgallows · 7 years ago

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i hate having to do fucking fbi maneuvers to throw out anything in my fucking house. the pantry is full of fucking garbage crackers and chips and shit and now those weird little flour bugs are everywhere and littering their husks on everything. my mom bought like 2 family size boxes of CHRISTMAS captain crunch, so you know it’s a few months old, because SHE likes it, but she would never dare eat it because she has completely fucking disordered eating, but she buys it because she hopes that me and my brother will eat it and then when we dont she falls into a depressive binge spiral, so now basically these 3-4 boxes of sugary junk cereals we didn’t ask for (cocoa puffs ‘ice cream scoops’, some kind of cookie crisp knock-off that tastes like spoiled milk) are just becoming hosts for these little bugs that love to hang out in cardboard and grain/cereal. thats what happened to the macaroni last time too, and i had to fucking sift out all the bug husks every time i made it. i took out the cookie cereal and saw it was full of husks, so i threw it out. i found a tupperware with biscotti and chocolate wafers in it FROM THANKSGIVING and threw out the contents, then took out the trash

however i know the tupperware they were sitting in is still sitting by the sink and unless i wash it and dry it and put it away (who the fuck even KNOWS where it “goes”) she’s going to see it and get worked up into a fucking frenzy about how THAT WAS REALLY GOOD BISCOTTI EVEN THOUGH I GOT IT AT THE DOLLAR STORE YKNOW SOMETIMES THE DOLLAR STORE GETS GOOD STUFF IF IT’S OVERSTOCK OR JUST DIDNT SELL, THAT WAS GOOD BISCOTTI, DID YOU THROW IT OUT??? yes i did because it was crawling with bugs and you have THREE MORE BOXES OF WAFERS IN THE FREEZER

two days ago i went to the supermarket with my mom to get milk and pick up pizza and she kept asking what kinds of ice cream i wanted, if i wanted fried chicken (all things that she wants but says she will get for me) and i had to keep fucking walking on eggshells to either dodge her questions or politely decline. she JUST bought two half-gallons (so, a GALLON) of moose tracks ice cream that are in the freezer and was like “should we get this flavor? what about this one?” and i was like thats okay mom i dont really want any ice cream right now and she sounded like she was going to cry and said “oh, i thought you liked ice cream...... since it’s hot out now” and i had to like assuage her ten times about how i like moose tracks and moose tracks is fine etc etc

we have literally a gallon of ice cream in the freezer, plus like ten boxes of popsicles, plus a bunch of eclairs and ice cream sandwiches, can we please buy fucking FOOD???? god i am so tired of living with this depressive hoarder bullshit

not to mention when i went to put the milk away once we got home i saw that my mom had at some other point in time purchased a bunch of old fashioned donuts (her favorite) like please buy some fucking FOOD!!

#blathering

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hrina · 7 years ago

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Popsicles And Kiwis

PAIRING: Harry/Y/N RATING: R WORD COUNT: 4800+ REQUESTED: yes !

so this came from a small request about eating a popsicle and accidentally starting something that couldn’t be finished.......i went a bit overboard with it, but i hope u enjoy some smut! please let me know what u think :-) it rLY motivates me ! [feedback] [masterlist]

~*~

It’s hot.

The unbearable heat that’s swept over the country still hasn’t ceased. It had been hot when you’d woken up (Harry had yelped when you’d practically pushed him off the bed, moaning about how he just wanted to love on you and being met with your rebuttal of how his body was like a furnace and today that kind of temperature just wasn’t welcome). It had been hot when you’d arrived at Anne’s, and whilst you’d been eating lunch. You couldn’t stand it.

Thankfully, Anne had insisted on giving you a popsicle; she couldn’t have her son’s fiancée fainting in the middle of her kitchen, now could she? You had expressed your gratitude with a kiss to her cheek, and now you’re happily sucking on a raspberry-flavored treat on the couch. Harry’s documentary is playing on the television–Anne had said that she wanted to watch it with him (you’ve already seen it about four times, but really, that’s something that nobody needs to know).

“You little felon!” Anne laughs as the Harry on the screen pulls off his shirt, his pants quickly following. Your fiancé covers his face with his hands, leaning forward and groaning in embarrassment.

“I didn’t know they were gonna put that in!” he protests. He presses his forehead to your bare shins, which have been slung over his lap carelessly. You smile, watching Harry and his mum interact–every so often she lets out small, teasing quips, and she even tears up a few times, her pride getting the best of her.

“Dont cry, Mum,” Harry warns, “If you cry, I’m gonna cry.”

“I’m sorry,” Anne chuckles. She reaches for the remote to pause the documentary before standing and dusting off her pants. “I’ll be right back–I need some tissues.”

“Take your time,” you say, and she shoots you a grateful smile.

Once she’s out of the lounge, you turn back to Harry, subconsciously swirling your tongue around the popsicle in your mouth. “She loves you so much,” you say, the thought slipping out.

You wait for a response, but when it doesn’t come, you lift your eyes. Harry’s staring at you intensely, gaze focused on where you’re sucking the sweet treat into your mouth, lips molding around the shape and cheeks hollowing almost pornographically. You raise your eyebrows at him.

“Harry?”

“Hmm?” he blinks, snapping out of his obvious stupor. You smirk at him, hearing his mother ruffling around in the kitchen. A moment later, you extend your arm, offering the popsicle to him.

“Want a lick?”

“No,” his voice is hoarse as he watches you. He licks his lips, his jugular bobbing almost painfully in his throat. “No, I’m—you can have it. Finish it, please.”

Your brows knit together in confusion—what’s gotten into him? It’s only when you sit back, your legs shifting on his lap, that you feel it. Oh.

Oh.

“Are you…?” you trail off, the popsicle slipping from your mouth. The pursing of his lips is an unconscious answer, and you scowl. “Harry!”

“’M sorry!” he whispers fiercely, throwing up his hands. “Can’t control it!”

“Your mum is here!” you hiss at him, reaching over to slap his arm. He groans, but if anything, the sound is more sensual than pained. You frown—your ice cream hasn’t found its way back past your lips, not now since you’re aware of the effect that it has on him. You hear Anne make a triumphant sound from the kitchen and you assume that she’s finally found some tissues. Her footsteps become louder as she nears the lounge, and you turn back to Harry with an even expression.

“I’m finishing this,” you tell him, quietly but firmly. “It’s hot, and it’s not my fault that everything is hypersexual to you.”

“It’s not!” he protests, but you shush him.

“Try to make it go down before we have to leave,” you say, and then you pop the cold treat back into your mouth, giving it a particularly forceful suck just to spite him. Harry lets out an agonized groan just as his mum sashays back into the room.

“What’s wrong, love?” she asks, having heard the sound.

Harry shoots you a panicked look before clearing his throat and glancing back up at his mother. “Stomach ache,” he grits out. “Think it might be the heat. Mind if I duck out to use the loo?”

“Of course,” Anne nods. Harry springs up quickly as his mother sits down, taking full advantage of the time that it takes for her to get settled on the sofa. He’s out of the room before she even looks back up (which is convenient, obviously—the last thing either of you need is for her to see her son’s raging erection), and you’re forced to cram your popsicle into your mouth to hold in your laugh.

~*~

That fucking treat.

Harry swears under his breath as he rapidly unbuckles his jeans, forcing the constricting material only down to the middle of his thighs. He doesn’t have much time before his mum comes knocking and wondering if his abrupt stomach ache was a result of something he’d eaten. He pulls his cock out of his boxers, hissing as his thumb brushes the tip. There’s already a dollop of precum beading at the head, and he grits his teeth, wrapping a loose fist around himself.

“C’mon,” he mutters, starting at a quick, rough pace—usually he’d tease himself, but he’s painfully aware of the time constraint. He knows it won’t take long for him to get there, but he’s paranoid, and right now, his release seems impossibly distant.

“C’mon, be good for me.” Imagining you with him always does him in—he takes full advantage of that. For one fleeting second, he’s pounding into you; the next, you’re on your knees, waiting with parted lips and wide, expectant eyes. He swears yet again, frustrated that he’s unable to focus on a single memory without being overwhelmed by nearly all the sexual endeavours that you two have experienced.

He puts his left hand on the bathroom counter next to the toilet, trying to steady himself. The position is brief, however, seeing as a prominent, incredibly bright image pops into his mind. It’s something the two of you had only done once, after he’d returned from Jamaica. You’d jumped him the moment he’d stepped into your flat, peppering his face and neck with kisses and begging him to make up for lost time.

His left hand leaves the counter and joins his right. He presses his palms to the base of his cock, slowly sliding upwards towards his tip and hissing through his teeth. Though he’s unable to replicate the sensation perfectly, it’s enough. He can see you beneath him, eyes clouded over with both lust and love, hands pushing your breasts together as his dick slides between them fluidly. His thumb runs over his tip, and he imagines that he’s just bumped your chin in his eagerness, causing you to let out a small chuckle.

“Such pretty tits,” his whispers. He can practically hear your whimper—you love the praise, and the sound has been ingrained in his mind thanks to months upon months of being together.

His hands are picking up speed, and—almost subconsciously—he reaches down to squeeze his balls lightly. He can hear the documentary still playing a few rooms away, mixed with laughter—your laughter—and fuck, he knows he’s there.

“Good girl, such a good girl, pet,” he mumbles furiously. He balls his left hand into a fist, shoving his knuckles in his mouth to muffle the groan that escapes him as he finally explodes. Thick, opaque streams of cum shoot into the toilet, a few haphazard ropes dribbling down his hand. Harry closes his eyes, his lips forming around a silent prayer of gratitude.

He pulls on the roll of toilet paper, ripping off a piece to wipe his hand. He then tosses it into the trash can a few feet away; after a moment, he grabs some more, balling that up as well and meticulously covering the cum-covered tissue. He’s at his mum’s place, after all.

He flushes the toilet and turns on the faucet, looking up at his reflection in the mirror as he washes his hands. His cheeks are slightly flushes, eyes frenzied yet fucked-out. He runs his tongue over his lips lightly before turning the tap and shutting the flow of water. Your voice floats through the air, and over the ringing in his ears, he hears something about “checking up on him”.

He opens the door after the first knock. You’re standing there, your fist raised and your eyes wide in surprise. Harry takes advantage of your posture, his hand wrapping around your wrist and tugging you into the washroom.

“Wha—?” you yelp, but then his lips are on yours, subsequently cutting off your exclamation.

The kiss is bruising, and you can’t help but to melt into him as he grips your face in his hands. The tension leaves your shoulders, and your knees suddenly feel wobbly, like they’ll give out on you any second. Harry doesn’t fight the smile that curves along his lips; after a long moment, you place a delicate hand onto his chest, pulling back and inhaling deeply.

“Hi,” you murmur. Your fingertips come up to tap gently on your lips; you do that every time one of Harry’s kisses catches you by surprise. It’s almost like you’re trying to savour the flavour of his mouth.

He finds it unbearably adorable.

“Hi,” he smiles at you, his grin lopsided. He’s feeling the effects of his post-orgasmic haze: his insides are warm, eyes droopy, muscles loose and flexible. He always becomes insanely cuddly and affectionate after his release, and his mannerisms spark a flicker of recognition on your face.

“Did you…?” your lips part in surprise. His response is simply another pert kiss delivered to your nose, and you gasp, pushing away from him.

“Harry!”

“I’m sorry,” he says, but his words are painfully slow, and you can tell that he doesn’t really mean it. “Was nothing else I could do.”

“You could have—,” you break off abruptly, searching for another plausible option, but he’s right. Nothing—at least, nothing inconspicuous—could have been done to control his little problem. You abandon the rest of your sentence, letting out a long sigh and pinching the bridge of you nose in exasperation.

“I can’t believe I’m marrying you,” you say. Harry grins dopily at you, his eyes shining with love, and you just shake your head. His expression is enough to make you smile, though, and you close your eyes as you nuzzle your nose against his cheek. “I love you, you idiot.”

“That’s my girl,” he says, turning his head and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Love you more.”

~*~

Payback is a fucking bitch.

Your chest is puffed out, filled with a held breath that you can’t force yourself to release. Your lips are pursed, and your eyes are boring into your fiancé’s skull, silently urging him to quit it. Harry remains completely unaware, though, biting into the soft half of a kiwi and humming in delight. The sound is pure torture, and you have no other choice but to look away.

Usually, he does things like that on purpose. A tiny gesture to get you riled up—whether it be the pass of his hand on your lower back, or a small kiss to the crook between your shoulder and your neck—usually followed by a teasing smirk that tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing. But this…this is downright painful, and it’s all because he’s so oblivious to the effect it has on you.

Why are you making it so much more sexual than it should be? He’s just eating a piece of fruit, for God’s sake. But then he dips his tongue into the crevice created by his teeth, his eyes closing in satisfaction, and you swallow convulsively. That’s why.

When he lets out a moan of pleasure, you snap.

“Can you stop that?” you demand.

Harry freezes, his eyes popping open and his brows knitting together in confusion. He pulls the kiwi away from his lips, and you want to sob. His mouth is shining with juice, a few haphazard droplets running down his chin. On cue, his tongue darts out to lick his lips, and he wipes the excess fluid away with the back of his hand.

“Sorry?” he asks—it’s not an apology, it’s him wondering if he’s heard you right.

“Can you—,” you grit your teeth, looking back down at the pasta that you’re cooking on the stove, “—just…fuck me.’

You mutter the last part under your breath, the words acting as an exasperated exclamation. Harry, however, pushes back from the kitchen table and rises from his chair. “Can I just ‘fuck you’?” he asks, his eyebrows still furrowed in bewilderment.

“No!” you say, before realizing that you want him to fuck you. “Yes,” you backtrack, before gritting your teeth; this really isn’t going well. “I mean—just stop eating that fucking fruit!”

He’s still confused—you can see it written all over his face—but your disgruntled behaviour makes him laugh. He circles around the counter, wrapping his arms around your midsection and pressing his forehead against the exposed nape of your neck. When he exhales, his hot breath tickles your skin, and you tighten your grip around the wooden spoon in your hand.

“Why’re you so cranky today, hmm?” Harry asks. He peppers a handful of kisses to your shoulder over the large t-shirt draping down your figure; you let out a shaky breath.

“’M not,” you mumble, glaring down at the pasta in the pot. You need to prepare lunch; there’s no time to act upon your needs.

“You are,” Harry muses. You sigh, setting down the spoon. It lands with a muffled noise onto the counter, and you reach forward, turning the knob on the stove and shutting it. The pasta can wait.

“Fine.” You spin around in Harry’s grasp. He steps back slightly, evidently not having expected the movement. Your gestures are dramatic and exaggerated, but you can’t find any other way to express your frustration. “I’m cranky because I’ve had to watch you basically eat out that kiwi for the past ten minutes. And it’s...it’s making me hot, okay?”

His brows were furrowed before, but now, with your confession ringing in his ears, they creep up his forehead until they’re almost disappearing into his hairline. Harry smirks, pinching his bottom lip in between his thumb and forefinger; his eyes are trained on you, smug and tempting and God, you just want to kiss the annoyingly handsome expression from his face.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you mumble, casting your gaze downward. You play with the silver band that circles around your ring finger, tapping the large diamond idly.

Harry snorts quietly, and you jut your bottom lip out into a pout. “C’mon now,” he says, stepping forward and running his thumb over your mouth, smoothing out your hurt features. “Don’t be like that. If you want something, you need only ask. Thought you knew tha’.”

“I do,” you breathe, tilting your head up so that your gaze locks with his. Your hands creep up his chest, fingers gripping the material of his crewneck. You wait, looking up at him expectantly—he usually makes the first move, and it’s something that you’ve come to love about him.

“Do you need to excuse yourself to the loo?”

You gasp, swatting half-heartedly at his shoulder, but a knowing smile curls at the corner of your lips anyways. Harry laughs loudly, baring his perfect teeth and the dimple that you constantly poke, despite his grumbling (you know he loves it though—he’d told you once while he was drunk).

“Last time I checked, we were the only ones here,” you murmur. You stare fixedly at the skin of his neck, running your fingers along where you know his veins bulge when he’s singing. You tap his jugular lightly, and he swallows in response. His hands find your face, and before you can make a sound, his mouth is on yours.

“’M sorry for teasing you, pet,” he grits out the words through hot, heavy kisses, “Lemme—fuck—lemme make it up to you.”

You whimper in affirmation, and he spins you to the side, pressing you against the counter a bit harder than was intended. A small, pained sound echoes in your throat, and Harry grimaces, kissing you softly and stroking your cheeks in apology.

“Sorry,” he says, “So sorry, love, I—”

“It’s okay!” you gasp, your voice bordering on frantic. He’s lit a fire in the pit of your stomach, and with each pass of his hands over your body, with each kiss from his lips, you can feel the flames crawling upwards, licking higher and higher until your chest is hot and tight with need. You pull at the collar of his blue crewneck. “Off, get this off, please.”

“Easy, easy,” Harry tells you. “Gonna take care of you, I promise.”

He stoops down slightly, placing his hands on the backs of your thighs and lifting demandingly. You help him, wrapping one leg around his waist before hopping up so that he has a firm grip on you. He exits your kitchen and carries you into the adjoining lounge, placing one knee on the couch before toppling over.

You squeal when you land on the cushions with a muffled noise, Harry groaning as his body plops down on top of you. A brief laugh leaves your lips before he’s stifling the sound with his mouth against yours. The chuckle that he makes melts into a moan when you run your tongue along his bottom lip, and he opens easily—eagerly—for you.

Before you know it, he’s got his right hand in your pants, wedged between the fabric of your shorts and your underwear. The elastic band of your bottoms presses against his wrist as he twists, finding your clit with ease and rubbing you through the cotton material of your panties. When you twitch underneath him, he lets out a satisfied sigh. “Oh, there it is.”

“Shut up,” you choke out, throwing your head back when he moves your underwear to the side so that he can brush his fingertips against you fully. Harry swears, frustrated with the awkward angle and the shorts that are still seated on your hips. With a final kiss to your lips, he pushes up so that he’s kneeling and moves down your body. His large fingers hook into the waistband of your bottoms and he pulls them down in one swift motion, knocking a gasp from your lungs.

“That’s it,” he mumbles, his eyes trained on the apex of your thighs, where a small wet spot is staining your panties. Your fists ball up tightly when he leans down, planting a long kiss to your left hip before running only the tip of his tongue along the skin right above the elastic of your knickers. A squeak leaves your lips when he presses his nose against where he knows your clit is practically throbbing with arousal underneath the fabric.

“So…warm.” It’s almost like he’s in a trance, his eyes closed and his lips puckered in thought as he nuzzles his cheek against your inner thigh. “Always so warm and ready for me, angel. Love your cunt.”

“Harry,” you say meekly, his name a plea for more and a reminder that you’re here, you’re with him, and you’re waiting for something. Harry finally opens his eyes, dark irises trained on you. His lips are pinker than usual and slightly swollen due to your fierce kisses, and his cheeks are flushed—he looks freshly-fucked, even though you haven’t even done anything yet.

“Sorry,” he apologizes softly. He litters kisses along the sensitive skin on the inside of your thighs, and you can sense him slipping away again, getting lost in his own head. “So, so sorry, love. Lemme fix it.”

He pulls at the cotton covering your pelvis, eyes fixated on the skin that is revealed to him as he inches your panties down your legs. His nostrils flare when he smells how turned on you are—he’s been reduced to only the most primal of instincts, and your scent is driving him positively wild.

“Making me mad, love,” Harry says gruffly. He yanks your underwear down the rest of the way, and you thrash momentarily to fling them off. Harry’s on his stomach between your thighs, and you spread your legs a bit wider to grant him enough room. You lift your right leg so that your knee is nearly hooked over the back of the couch, and Harry burrows in deeper so that he can angle your left thigh over his shoulder. His large hands find your hips, holding you down as he leans in and inhales deeply.

“Fuck. Love how wet you get, angel. All for me, yeah?”

“Yes.” You hate how your voice shakes.

Harry hums in approval before pressing a quick, teasing kiss to your clit. You gasp at the brief stimulation, your hips bucking up involuntarily—he’s quick to pin them back down. The slight show of dominance makes something in your stomach curl deliciously, only adding to the flames that have spiralled out of control.

“Really wanna hear you, alright? You gonna be good for me, pet?”

“Yes, I will, I will, just—,” you huff, your impatience getting the best of you, “—please, Harry I’m so…it hurts, it—”

“Oh, my sweet girl,” Harry shushes you, laying his cheek against your thigh, “’M sorry. Haven’t been very nice to you, have I?”

You stay silent, unsure of what to say. Thankfully, Harry continues, which only assures you that he hadn’t wanted an answer to begin with. “I’m gonna make it better, love. Gonna make you feel so much better.”

With that, he—quite literally—dives in.

You gasp when he wraps his lips around your clit, his tongue flicking the sensitive nub in rapid strokes. He’s merciless with his technique, pulling out all the tricks that he knows will have you positively quivering underneath him. Your hands fly down, fingers braiding into the soft tufts of curls atop his head, and you let out a shaky breath when you feel him give a firm suck to your clit.

“Fuck,” you whisper, your eyes fluttering shut. Harry hums against you, and the vibrations make you whimper quietly. For the next minute or so, the only sounds that can be heard are those of him greedily eating your cunt and you rewarding him with heavy pants and groans.

When his tongue begins to circle your entrance, you let out a particularly loud moan, opening your eyes and peering down at him. His hair is tousled from your fingers, and you only tighten your grip when he sighs against you. His nose is resting on your clit, and his eyes are closed in bliss, eyebrows high up on his forehead. It’s the same expression he wears when he’s fast asleep, vulnerable and exposed.

Except the bottom half of his face can’t be seen. His mouth is hidden from view, but you can feel the contrast—he’s licking and sucking and kissing with a franticness and an urgency that you’ve never quite seen before. You vaguely remember him telling you once that he enjoyed eating you, that you tasted tart and ripe and inviting—but you’d never truly believed it until now, when the evidence of his satisfaction is driving you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Harry—,” you warn, toes curling in pleasure, “Harry, I feel—oh God!”

He smirks against you. Your hips buck up, but he’s quick to pin them down, hands gripping you tightly and thumbs rubbing soothing circles along your skin. You pant, your chest heaving beneath the material of your t-shirt.

“Gonna cum for me?” Harry asks, his words slightly muffled against your clit. “Gonna help me out, love?”

“Yes, please,” you cry, “I w-wanna cum.”

“Do it for me, darling, c’mon…”

His words are utterly sinful, coaxing you closer and closer to the edge. His hand pinches your left hip comfortingly before sliding up under your t-shirt, fingers dancing over your ribs until he finds your breast. “Fucking love these,” he tells you, pressing a pert kiss to your jumping clit. “Perfect, they are.”

“Oh!” you call out when he reattaches his lips to your clit, and God, he’s really determined to get you to cum. Your fingers are positively yanking at his hair, eliciting a deep, throaty groan from his lips. His own digits are playing with your nipple, tweaking it and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger and only adding to the powerful coil that’s tightening in your stomach.

“Wanna taste you, love,” Harry admits against you, his tongue stroking your outer lips with a gentle pressure. “If you cum for me, I’ll fuck you after—fuckin’ ruin you if you want me to.”

While he speaks, he keeps your clit stimulated with his thumb, rubbing harsh, unforgiving circles into the small bud. Your hips careen upwards and this time, he doesn’t bother pinning them down. A yelp gets caught in your throat, and you let out a pained, imploring sob. “Harry, I’m gonna—!”

“Yeah,” he whispers, more to himself than to you. “Yeah, give it to me…there we go, you’re there, you’ve got it…”

His cheeks practically hollow when he delivers one last powerful suck to your clit, and you cry out, body wracking with tremors and fingers locking in his hair. Harry kneads your breast gently, his thumb flicking against your nipple as you ride out your orgasm. Your thighs quiver around his head and haphazard whimpers fall from your lips, piercing the air as he watches in silent awe.

He doesn’t know how long it lasts, too caught up in watching the way your lips pull back over your teeth and how your brow forms that small crinkle that he loves so much. Eventually, your dry sobs die down, and you’re left spent and breathless, sprawled across the sofa. Your grip in his hair loosens and your hands fall to your sides, completely limp. In fact, your entire body has gone lax; the sight makes Harry smile with a smug kind of satisfaction.

“Oh, you did it, love,” he whispers, kissing your hip encouragingly. “You did it, I’m so proud…”

“Harry,” you mewl, “Harry, I need…need you, please—”

You lift your arms slightly before whining and letting them drop back down, lacking enough energy to properly convey your desire. Harry, however, understands perfectly. His lips part in surprise before he’s scrambling up and splaying himself out on top of you. He clings to you tightly, gently turning you over so that you’re both laying on your sides. You whimper, fingers flexing as you try to make grabby hands at him, and he hugs you, his lips pressed firmly against your forehead.

“Just need me close?” he mumbles, and you sigh quietly, rewarding him with a faint nod of your head.

You grip the material of his sweater in your fist, realizing something. “You never…never took this off.”

Harry chuckles, inhaling the sweet smell of your shampoo. “Do you want me to?”

“No,” you murmur, “S’okay. You’re…warm.”

He chuckles again, shifting slightly; you hiss when the fabric of his shorts brushes against your still-sensitive core. “Sorry, sorry,” he sputters, gritting his teeth at his mistake, “Christ, you came hard, didn’t you?”

“Mhm,” is all you say. You press your forehead against his collarbone, fingers dancing up and down his covered chest. Harry’s still as you explore his body, but he wheezes in pain when your thigh accidentally nudges the full, plump erection that is still trapped beneath his shorts. Your mouth pops open in surprise—you’d completely forgotten.

“Shit,” you whisper, “I’m so sorry. Do you want me to—?”

“No,” he cuts you off firmly, “No, I…you’re tired, love.”

“But I can—my hand?”

“No,” he says again, but there’s a faint smirk adorning his lips—he’s endeared by you and how you still want to get him off despite not being able to keep your eyes open. “Later,” he adds as an afterthought, because he knows that once you’ve started, you’re nearly insatiable, “We can do it later.”

He kisses your mouth softly, and without thinking, you part your lips and open up for him. It’s quite one-sided, seeing how you’re still drained, but he hums happily nonetheless, cupping your face in his hand and stroking along your cheek.

“Love you,” you breathe when he pulls back.

He smiles. “Love you more.”

He presses a series of smaller, teasing kisses to your lips—you giggle—before pausing. “And for the record,” he muses, his eyes sparkling with mischief, “I’d pick eating you over eating a fuckin’ kiwi any day.”

~*~

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What bears did you almost drown **coughs** Roqefort **coughs**

I SAVED HIM

I DID SAVE HIM

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A Dragon Sized Adventure Chapter 41

Chapter 41: The Space Groove

*Crash and all of the other heroes finally enter the Space Terrarium. There are plenty of windows that look out into space here. Most of the walkways here are just scaffolding that is hanging from the ceiling, letting space be freely seen throughout the rest of it (like the Death Egg). There also plenty of machinery and screens about that seem to check the chip itself, although messing with them does nothing, so the might be here for decoration.*

*The doors opens like what you would see on a sci-fi set, with them sliding into the wall.*

Sonic: “Aha! I see we got the futuristic doors here. It must mean we are in the last section, the furthest we can go! Eggman always makes it so obvious.”

Shadow: “Well, Sonic, most of our adventures seem to end in space, somehow.”

Von Clutch asides to Pasadena: “See, I told you they do self-referential humor. They do know they are video game characters.”

Crash: “So then Eggman and Cortex are probably going to be fought here? Sweet!” *He smiles and takes the lead…*

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Level 96: Space Walk

Crates: 157

Time Trial

Sapphire: 1:30.00

Gold: 1:25.00

Platinum: 1:20.00

Mutants to Save: 6

Helping Partner: Silver

Badniks: ‘Alien’ Lab Assistant Pawn: Barely passing not being a direct copy of ‘that’ creature, this jet black Lab Assistant Pawn tends to pop the top of its head open and fires a ray gun shot from it’s mouth. Shield Lab Assistant Pawn: They stand on the narrow walkway, shoving their shields to push you backwards. They are probably no match to just being ‘thrown’ away into a NITRO crate.

Robots: Robot Walker: Strange little contraptions that just walk around. Don’t touch them, unless you want to be atomized. Sparky Tentacle-bot Units: Annoying little robots that move around with electric tentacles. They will raise and lower them to try and surprise you as you attack. Slap-E: Cortex’s robot servants that will slap anyone who gets close. They are also very melodramatic.

Mutant: Darth Chimpandog: A Chimpanzee + Dog hybrid that wears a Darth Vader helmet, oxygen pack and some futuristic samurai armor. It climbs around aimlessly until it spots you, which will cause it to swing about and use its laser sword to cut you. Znu: Strange little balls of nightmare that only wear underwear. They work for Cotex since there are few Grimlies about. If you don’t attack them, they will use their flashlight as a laser shot to hurt you.

*Cortex appears as a hologram with Uka-Uka.* “ *Sigh.* So the end is in sight. Gather the last 5 crystals and once again, you will have defeated me. Whatever.” *He leaves.*

Uka-Uka is confused on how to go on. “I… um… we will destroy you? Hmm, that doesn’t sound right… Damn it! Cortex! You threw off my groove!” *He disappears too.*

Well, that was strange. But, welcome everyone, to your second home: SPACE!!! (Echo) … Too much? Aw, well. Anyway, Crash and Silver are entering the dangerous workings of the Death Head and must avoid the various traps that line the walkways like pistons, shrink rays, and flipping platforms (and be careful touching the sides of these unless you want to get burned and have cooked bandicoot and hedgehog for dinner, which is coincidentally what Eggman’s eating :P ). And try not to fall off the sides of the walkways either unless you want to experience a full vacuum.

Achievement Unlocked: One Small Step for Bandicoots and Hedgehogs...

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Level 97: Rocket and Roll

Crates: 125

Time Trial

Sapphire: 1:35.00

Gold: 1:30.00

Platinum: 1:25.00

Mutants to Save: 6

Helping Partner: Spyro

Crash dons his jetpack for this level as zero gravity is introduced into the tubes. Both he and Spyro must make their way through the tubes, avoiding things such as the lasers, floating wires, and hot pipes the clutter and constrict the flyable path. Near the end, the hazards start disappearing as the final doors open up into the open space outside of the space station. I wonder where we are flying to...

Achievement Unlocked: Feeling Weightless

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Level 98: The Space Race

Crates: 64

Time Trial

Sapphire: 1:10.00

Gold: 1:05.00

Platinum: 1:00.00

Helping Partner: Sonic

Badniks: UFO Lab Assistant Pawns: They fly around in their small ships, trying to abduct you. It is usually an insta-kill unless you have invincibility.

*Crash and Sonic are on the moon floating about the Earth. The Death Head looms in the background, floating silently in an eerie unison.*

Sonic: “So, I heard from Shads and Ames that you wanted to race me, huh?”

Crash nods. “Yeah!”

Sonic: “Well, I’m not one to say not to a competition.” *He smiles in return.* “Now… what can we use for a raceway…” *He looks at their surroundings and finds the moon here has a futuristic city on it (Like Future Frenzy and Gone Tomorrow) .* “Hey, why do you guys have a city on your moon?”

Crash looks. “I… That shouldn’t exist. Cortex did succeed in making a city for him in the future but this one seems to have been made now…”

Sonic shrugs. “All I can think of is that Eggman probably helped him make it.” *And it shows, since there are neon signs everywhere that have stuff like ‘Neo Cortex’ and ‘Eggman’.* “Heh, I bet they won’t mind if we mess around here?”

Crash: “Well, I don’t care. And I know you don’t care, so…”

Sonic: “True that. Ready to race?”

Crash: “Hold on…” *He uses the Emeralds to make them Super.* “If only for a fair race.”

Sonic: “And if anything gets destroyed, aw, well.” *He smirks and both of them get ready...*

It’s a very fast paced race through Cortex’s and Eggman’s city on the moon. Hovering cars are flying all over the streets but they shouldn’t have been driving today as they are the ones to go flying if you bump or crash into them. The big danger here are the UFO Lab Assistant Pawns that fly about to attempt to abduct you, which, in this super form, is just more of an annoying slow down. Keep on the lookout for transport tubes that can pinball you ahead a few streets. And Sonic is not holding back on his speed so you do not want to make too many mistakes. Remember there is a very shiny 2nd gem on the line if you can beat Sonic.

(If Crash wins:) Crash is ecstatic. “YIPPEE!! I did it! I beat the fastest thing alive!”

Sonic smiles: “Indeed you did, Crash. A wonderful job.”

(If Sonic wins:) Sonic: “You did well, Crash, but you see why I am called the fastest thing alive.”

Crash is still smiling: “I know, but it was fun to race you all the same.”

(In either case:) Sonic: “Now, come on, let’s blow this popsicle stand!”

Achievement Unlocked: Going Super Sonic

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Level 99: Space Ships

Crates: 179

Time Trial

Sapphire: 1:50.00

Gold: 1:45.00

Platinum: 1:40.00

Mutants to Save: 6

Helping Partner: Cream

Badniks: Space Lab Assistant Pawns: They carry ray guns and will fire them with good precision unless you keep moving. Falco: They sure do love jetting around and dropping Pawns and bombs. E-2000: Eggman’s humanoid androids that love lasers and shields. If you get close, they might fire it off at you. If you attack them first, they will use their shield to block attacks until it lowers it again. It’s best to attack it as it fires its laser. Egg Cannon: Avoid those targeting reticles or get shelled.

Crash and Cream find themselves warped high up on the city’s skyline traversing across the rooftops as badniks keep up a relenting attack from the roofs and on the flying ships (With the Eggman and ‘N’ insignia on them) that are passing around. Cannons also send shells their way in an attempt to destroy the duo. Keep on moving to avoid them and soon you will start crossing the ships and destroying the cannons that fired at you. It appears we are taking the ships somewhere, but where…

I bet if you messed around on the ships, i bet you might find a gem in one of them...

Achievement Unlocked: The Future Is Now, Thanks To Science!

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Level 100: Gravity Crash

Crates: 220

Time Trial

Sapphire: 2:20.00

Gold: 2:15.00

Platinum: 2:10.00

Mutants to Save: 7

Helping Partner: Shadow

Badniks: E-2000R: An upgraded version of the E-2000 that has more health. Oct: Now comes in space octopus flavor. :P Mirror: What bounces off it gets shot back to you. :P

Crash and Shadow keep fighting their way across the various ‘air’ships, taking down all the weaponry along the way. Soon afterwards, they take us back into the Death Head and into the flipping gravity sections of the spaceship. Try to keep a steady balance of speed and grace to avoid the most dangerous badniks and traps that can be faced. And spike balls. Lots of spike balls. I think they like them too much. Either way, our end is just outside the doors that lead into the core…

Oh!, but near the beginning, if you have found all of the colored gems, you can take a secret path through dangerous space of lasers and wildly swinging platforms and past traps to find a second gem and a secret way out of here.

Achievement Unlocked: Flipping and Flopping

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*Crash and Shadow end up warped with Dr. Cortex and Uka-Uka in the center of the Space Terrarium where there was a big walkway with a small circular hole in the center.*

Cortex sounds tired as he said: “I’m sorry, I bet you expecting me to be angry and full of rage; incensed beyond belief. Meh, I’m not.”

Uka-Uka: “AND IN FACT, WE’RE FURIOUS-” *He is confused.* “Cortex? What the hell is wrong with you? You’re not supposed to say that!”

Crash and Shadow stand there in confusion as they argue.

Cortex: “What’s the point? They’re just going to defeat us. I’m on a freaking hoverboard and they’re probably going to throw me in that gated hole.”

Uka-Uka: “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

*Cortex seems distant, as though he knows something, but won’t say.*

Uka-Uka: “Whatever… -BUT IT SEEMS YOU OVERLOOKED ONE SMALL DETAIL YOU BANDICOOT AND HEDGEHOG!! NOW THAT YOU HAVE GATHERED ALL THE CRYSTALS, ALL WE HAVE TO DO IS TAKE THEM FROM YOU!!!”

Aku-Aku: “Not if we stop you, brother!” *Aku-Aku and Uka-Uka start fighting each other as we fight Cortex…*

Boss: Cortex

Aku-Aku and Uka-Uka start attacking each other with a huge laser that spreads across the entire arena. You’ll have to jump over it to avoid it. Cortex, meanwhile, is flying around the arena with a barrier and will be shooting shots from his ray-gun at you that must be avoided or you’ll get burned. Soon afterwards, he will throw mines that must be avoided in radius as well. Cortex will then drop his barrier so you can attack him and get him off his hoverboard. You must then attack him and then knock him into the center grate that has broken off and he’ll fall in for damage. Uka-Uka will then save him and return him to his hoverboard. The process will repeat 2 more, but the masks will then spin around the room in a vortex, and then attack and cause an explosion for the last bit.

Achievement Unlocked: It’s Raining Science!

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Cortex screams “NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” as he falls down the hole and the hoverboard gets destroyed.

Uka-Uka: “No! My meal ticket!” *He chases after Cortex through the hole and is shown that they are falling in space and towards the Earth. Uka-Uka catches up with Cortex.* “Got you! Now…” *He tries to teleport away, but it fails. Eggman had made sure along with shutting off the transport system, he also connected Uka-Uka to it and blocked him from transporting too.* “What?! NO! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

*Both he and Cortex fall to the Earth in a shimmer.*

Aku-Aku: “Hmmm… why did my brother not disappear away with Cortex?” *He shows that he can still teleport, suggesting he is unaffected.*

*Sonic and other help return the grate back to covering the hole. Before anyone can say anything, the monitors around them cut off what they were showing and now display Eggman or his insignia.*

Eggman: “Oh, just a little something I did to the dumbass mask. I made it impossible for him to teleport away so they will crash into the Earth.”

Sonic: “That seems… evil? Why did you not do the same to Aku-Aku?”

Eggman: “Because he isn’t my target… besides, it’s essentially an offering to send you guys home.”

Sonic decides to joke: “You hear that guys? We get to go home!”

Eggman: “Ah, not so fast.”

Sonic: “Figures.”

Eggman: “Don’t leave so soon, you still need to find all of the gems too. I was told by that mask that having all of them works just the same as the crystals. So, why don’t you be good deliveryhogs and find them for me.” *He cuts his feed.*

Crash sighs: “We have to find those gems before he can get his hands on them!”

Sonic: “Good, and then we can finally give Eggman a piece of our minds.”

*The heroes find a platform that takes them to a new terrarium…*

Next Time: It’s B O N U S time in the Bonus Terrarium.

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Tart Cherry Sorbet Sundaes with Amarena Cherries

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My tart cherry love began in northern Michigan but was deepened with the incredible tart cherry sorbet sundaes I’ve had in other places. My tart cherry sorbet recipe is simple to make and the flavor is fabulous, enhanced with a whisper of rose water!

I find it ironic that some of the most memorable ice creams of my life were not had here in my homeland. I mean, I live much of the year in Harbor Springs, where ice cream reigns supreme all summer long. Starts Memorial Day weekend when the Yummies and the Kilwins open their doors and the Maureen’s Ice Cream Maker comes out of hiding. There is the all-day-long ice cream snack, the nightly exodus from homes into town from every hinterland of the north, and my own personal devotion to the Kilwins Mint Chip cone. The ice cream mania ends abruptly on Labor Day weekend: the kids are back in school, the frost will be on the pumpkin soon, and no more ice cream for you.

So it’s funny to me that when I think on the ice cream moments that have created happy obsessions in my head, I’m going as much far and wide as I am to downtown Harbor. It started in San Francisco, when Chris and I went on an eating frenzy like none other when he was out visiting. We pizza’d around the corner from my house at Delfina, where we ordered an ice cream sundae that took everyone at the table for a spin. The cherries on top of cherry was an insanely good combo. We got details then and there, and my brother went direct to his phone to order the Amarena cherries, which have rocked my cherry-loving world ever since.

Then in Florida. It’s not like I was “going for an ice cream.” No. As in SF, I was “going for a pizza.” But at Barbatella in Naples, this in my secret soul means “I’m going for a cherry sundae.” I’m such a freak for great pizza that I was able to keep a lid on the ice cream goal for a couple of years, but now it’s obvious because when everyone is ready to leave the scene of the pizza crime, and our server asks if we’d like dessert, there’s that general, mumbled consensus of couldn’t-eat-another-bite—except for me, where I raise my voice over all of that refusal to say: two cherry sundaes please. I have to order two because if I don’t there won’t be enough for me me me.

Here I am now, in the Cherry Capital of the World, with fresh tarts and sweets all around me . . . and nary a tart cherry sundae in sight. Don’t get me wrong: these summer ice cream daze are not diminished by my deep desire for the tart cherry sundae that doesn’t come from here—it’s that all of the ice cream craziness just makes me want more. More mint chip, yes, but also the cherry sundae I’ve never had up here. My niece was on to me when we were talking favorite flavors and I said my usual Mint, and she reminded me of the cherry sundae she has witnessed me swoon over more than once. She said we should make it, and I realized that yes, we can!

How liberating it is to a craving to remember that it’s not dependent on place! As Maria said: we can make our own! And so can you. Ice creams, sorbets, gelatos, sherbets (which is sorbet with cream in it): all of this is not so mysterious to pull off as I once thought.

You make your base, which in the case of a sorbet it feels a lot like the liquid popsicles in long plastics that need only be frozen, chill it and then process it in an ice cream maker. I go simple on the machine, an inexpensive one from Cuisinart does the job.

Oh, and a word (or rather, a love note) about the Fabbri Amarena cherries on top . . . these cherries are the darling of my pantry. Get a jar, which in itself is gorgeous. You will find uses for them all over the place, topping sundaes or yogurt or labneh or cakes, in cocktails, lemonades, or eaten from a spoon, just one in syrup, when you want to give yourself something special.

A little trick of the trade: buy them from a restaurant supply shop (like webstaurantstore.com). Pricing is great, and you can also find things like the lovely little footed stainless ice cream dishes, so handy and beautiful.

This recipe is based on the one for Pomegranate Rose Sorbet in my cookbook; rose water enhances tart cherries beautifully too. Find tart cherry juice concentrate at Whole Foods, health food stores, or online. If you prefer to use fresh tart cherries, that works wonderfully too. Puree 3 cups of pitted tart cherries (from frozen is fine) and substitute that for the cherry juice concentrate and water. Be sure to use tart or sour cherries rather than sweet cherries for that particular tart cherry flavor. The corn syrup is used to help keep the texture of the sorbet smooth. Find Italian Fabbri Amarena Cherries online.

1/2 cup tart cherry juice concentrate

3/4 cup granulated sugar

1/2 cup light corn syrup

1 cup water

Juice of 1 lemon

1 teaspoon rose water

Fabbri Amarena cherries, for finishing

Finely chopped unsalted pistachios, for finishing

Combine the cherry juice concentrate, sugar, corn syrup, and water in a small saucepan over medium heat. Cook until the sugar dissolves, stirring occasionally. Add the lemon juice and rose water, and continue to cook for another minute.

Chill the base until completely cold, either in the refrigerator or by placing the base in a zip lock bag immersed in a bowl of ice water.

Process the sorbet in an ice cream maker according your maker instructions. In mine, a Cuisinart, simply freeze the maker bowl in advance.

Freeze the sorbet for at least 24 hours so it hardens properly. Serve scoops in sundae dishes, topped with a few Amarena cherries and their syrup, and chopped pistachios.

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