#sunny i’m gonna get you i swear to god

[elizakai]

ASEEEEAAAAA!??!? OH MY GODDDDD!!!!💗💗💗💗💥💥💥💥🔥🔥🔥🌈🌈✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

@elizakai a little gift for u :3 you're like super cool and idk why were friends but ur so cool so have a treat.. hope u like it... i went a lil too crazy and idk what to think about that

And like. Trial and errors and trust teh process yk. So have the other versions

[5sospenguinqueen]

Needle Little Love | Charles Leclerc x Ferrari! Reader

Summary: When you’re announced as Ferrari’s newest driver, fans love the budding friendship between you and Charles, especially when he adopts your penchant for crochet puns. Netflix expose that there’s more to the story. 

Warnings: Slightly suggestive content. Swearing. Fluff

2023-2024 timeline. Pinterest pics.

Requested: Yes by @rebelwrites. Find the full request here

A/N: There's a blurb halfway down

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its_ynln chronicles of yarnia 🧶

1,609 comments 

francisca.cgomes okay but i’m gonna need that top in all colours please

→ its_ynln let me get your measurements at zandvoort 

user1 what is charles doing here

→ its_ynln i’m plagued by his brother and we both like to go zoom?

→ arthur_leclerc just for that, i’m not coming to your celebration party in zandvoort. i’ll go party with charles

→ its_ynln don’t want you there anyway 

→ oscarpiastri @/charles_leclerc the girls are fighting again 

→ user2 i love how they’re just assuming she’ll win 

lilymhe i love my pillow! thank you thank you thank you 🌼

→ alex_albon she literally carries it everywhere and i’m not allowed to touch it 

user3 we love how racing is just her side hobby 

jackdoohan day 116 of asking you to make me my own dinosaur 

→ its_ynln i can make a voodoo doll of you if you don’t stop pestering me

→ jackdoohan i’ll be glad when you’re gone

→ user4 gone where! 

→ user5 well she is currently leading the f2 championship, and they won't let her back 

user6 drop the patterns please, babe

user7 i love how half the people here are because of her crochet, not because she drives

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f1 welcome to the team @/its_ynln we look forward to seeing you on the grid in the new year 

5,533 comments

its_ynln what can i say, it’s knot just another hobby

→ user8 babe, stick to crochet. stand up comedy is not for you 

ferraridriveracademy take good care of our girl 

→ scuderiaferrari thanks for letting us have her

charles_leclerc welcome to the team 😄

→ user9 why is this the blandest welcome ever 

→ user10 someone feels threatened

→ arthur_leclerc *trying to contain his excitement

francisca.cgomes this is the best news ever. will you teach me to crochet?

→ pierregasly because stealing my girlfriend over summer break wasn’t bad enough?

→ its_ynln are you still salty that she let me touch her boobs

→ user11 i know it was to measure her chest for clothes but still.. 

scuderiaferrari are we going to have to pr train you? @/its_ynln

→ liamlawson30 yes

→ alex_albon yes 

→ jackdoohan yes

→ its_ynln why am i being attacked by twice the amount of people now? 

arthur_leclerc thank god she’s not my problem anymore 

→ its_ynln i’ll always be your problem, little leclerc 

→ oscarpiastri oh fuck, she’s my problem now

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charles_leclerc winter break spent somewhere sunny  

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scuderiaferrari come back, we miss you 

user1 um, whose hand is he reaching for in that first pic 

→ user2 idk but we should be saying thank you for dressing him in that shirt 

its_ynln is your skin ferrari red yet 

→ charles_leclerc no, i keep getting slathered in sun cream :(

→ arthur_leclerc factor 50? 

→ user3 i love that she’s bullying him before she’s even been his teammate on track

user4 this shirt looks similar to one yn posted a few weeks ago??

→ user5 and the hat!!

→ user6 omg how cute would it be if charles was asking her to crochet him some clothes 

→ user7 we love a supportive teammate

landonorris rocking the bucket hat, mate. think i can get one in papaya? 

→ charles_leclerc i’ll hook you up

oscarpiastri i miss you, dad

→ its_ynln i’m not babysitting next year. just putting that out there ahead of time 

→ charles_leclerc not even if i ask nicely?

→ its_ynln maybe if you let me win

→ charles_leclerc 🤔🤨

user8 why are we skipping past the sneaky soft launch?

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2024

“You know, we both have driver’s rooms for this sort of thing,” you breathed, giggling when Charles’ facial hair tickled your neck. 

His mouth sucked gently on the pulse point thrumming beneath his tongue, tracing kisses from your ear down to your collarbone. The stack of worn tyres cushioned your back as he pressed your harder against them when you reached around to pinch his backside. 

“Oi, I’m talking to you.” 

“I’m sorry, mon ange, but you looked so good when you were giving that interview. And you kept laughing-”

“Oh, so it’s not that I’m so irresistible that you couldn't wait until we were safely in the garage. It’s that you were jealous.” You raised an eyebrow at him, unable to fight the smile at his rougish grin. 

“You are irresistible,” he murmured, hands snaking around your waist to pull you flush against him. “Why else would I be making out with you in an alley behind the motorhome?”

“Because you’re a horndog.” 

You and Charles had been dating for the past year, having met after he caught you winding up his younger brother one race weekend. Ferrari had been eyeing you up all year, asking the Monagesque what he thought of you, prompting him to pay closer attention. Prior to you signing your contract, you’d had to disclose your relationship to Fred Vasseur. Whilst the senior members of the team were aware of your more-than-teammates status, the majority of the paddock were in the dark. Both of you wished to keep the relationship under wraps until your rookie year in F1 had passed, reducing speculation that Charles was the only reason you got your seat. Sneaking around the motorhome was a lot safer than making out behind tyre stacks, but Charles didn’t care at this moment in time. 

“You going to be nice and let me win today?” He teased, nibbling at your lower lip. 

“I think you mean, am I going to let you massage my feet after I win? I won here last year.”

“Yes, yes, bow down to you.”

“Well, I do like you on your knees.” 

Grinning, Charles captured your lips with his once more. Tongue swiping against your bottom lip, he groaned against you when your tongue met his. Hands snaking into his hair, you tugged gently on the soft strands, enjoying the whimper you pulled from his lips. He tilted his hips, pressing himself against you. 

“The things you do to me.”

A loud cough - more of a throat clearing - tore the two of you apart. Wide eyed and panting, you both turned in horror to look at the misfortune person who stumbled across you. Fred Vasseur stood at the end of the alleyway, shaking his head at his two drivers. It was bad enough watching them make heart eyes at each other during data reviews but this. Behind him stood a cameraman and a mic guy, mouths agape at their luck. Drive to Survive would be flooded with viewers once they teased this. Breaking News: Ferrari drivers caught locking lips in secret tryst. 

“I’ve got Netflix following me around today.” Fred said bluntly, staring you both down. 

“Oh crap.”

“Yeah.” 

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charles_leclerc you could say we’re a close knit bunch

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its_ynln i fell for you hook, yarn and stitcher 

user8 not charles adopting her crochet puns 

jackdoohan so he gets a toothless keychain and i still don’t get my dinosaur? 

→ liamlawson30 that’s because he’s sleeping with her

→ jackdoohan if that’s the price...

scuderiaferrari finally. we were getting sick and tired of archiving all the pics we took of you both being cute. now we can post! 

→ arthur_leclerc please don’t. it’s bad enough seeing it in person for the past two years. i don’t want it on my timeline

→ user9 two years! they’ve been together two years! 

alex_albon can’t believe you posted a photo of her in a nice dress and didn't even give her photo creds

→ its_ynln he’s intimidated by my raw talent 

→ oscarpiastri i watched you flip over the handles of your bike the other day 

→ its_ynln raw talent

→ charlesleclerc @/its_ynln when was this? why didn’t you tell me? are you okay? 

georgrussell63 did she beat you?

→ charles_leclerc i let her win

→ landonorris yeah, you’ve been saying that all season, mate

→ its_ynln you got a nice consolation price out of it tho

→ arthur_leclerc ew!

user10 i love that charles has posted this and yn hasn’t mentioned anything about him lol 

→ user11 her entire insta is the two sides of her personality; car and yarn. can't have a man ruining the aesthetic

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A huge thank you to @rebelwrites for the request. I hope this lives up to expectations

Requests for F1 smau's are open. You can see who I write for on my Masterlist :)

[blackberries45]

Until You Tell Me

Beetlejuice x reader (no pn used)

Fluffy short one shot

As always, grammar and spelling ain't my thing

Notes: I honestly had a slightly heavier theme here but changed it. You can insert anything that is currently bumming you out. I’m sending you a big hug!!

Warnings: just general unrest and needing comfort

*****

The alarm went off as usual. Stretching, you sat up and swung your legs over the side of your bed. Ugh. The thoughts from the night before flooded back. You could feel the crust on your cheeks from the tears. Your throat burned as well. Although a sunny morning was starting to take light outside, it felt like a cloud had just formed above you. Uh oh. Here they come again.

You held yourself tightly as you rocked back and forth crying. You didn't know how you even had more tears left. A solid minute went by and the headache that had been dulled by sleep was now back in full force.

As you lifted your hand to wipe your face during a moment of rest, you saw him flicker in the corner through your desk. Beej did that little flicker thing when he wanted you to call for him.

"What do you want? I'm not in the mood" you held yourself again as you stared in the corner. It took half a second before he was standing right in front of you. Normally you'd scream from his sudden full body apparition. Today you didn't have it in you.

Realizing he wasn't going to get a reaction he slowly sauntered back over to the corner he had been flickering in. Turning to lean back against your corner desk, he crossed his black boots in front of himself as he leaned against the top. "Now what would a delicate little flower like yourself have to cry so hard and so loud over that a dead guy can hear ya and have to come runnin'?"

"No one asked you to come running." You turned your head slowly towards him and glared.

"Yikes! Spill your guts babe or I'll spill mine" he tilted his head down so he could look at you through his lashes and raised an eyebrow.

You turned away from him. "I just want...I'm just... I'm unhappy. And I can't shake it. And everyone tells me it's going to get better and I wake up and nothing has changed. I feel the same way I did the day before. I’m so sick and tired of crying but it seems to be all I'm capable of doing right now.”

“But what is it?” his voice had slightly smoothed out. It's what you guessed he sounded more like when he was still breathing. It happened now and then when he was being genuine.

You couldn’t look at him now though, no matter how soft he was trying to be. You simply shook your head slowly side to side.

In a flash you felt the bed move. Before you could think about where he was, a pair of hands were pulling you backwards and wrapping around you, just under your chest. The "eek" you squeaked out only encouraged a throaty chuckle from him.

"Now here's what's gonna happen babe. We are going to lay here until you open up and tell me how to help you get over whatever this is”

"Beej, I don't have time for this! I..."

"No, you don't have time to keep torturing yourself. You breathers only have so long. You can be in hell when you're dead if you'd like. I'll take you"

With a snap of his long fingers, your computer screen came to life with his favorite movie.

"Oh no!" You whined and bumped your head back against his chest "This movie scares me!"

"Better for me then" he squeezed you back against him again. "Just let me know if you need to be distracted during a scary part" a not so subtle thump hit the small of your back. Before you could wiggle away, he calmed you down again. "Now now, let's not get feisty babe. I'm just playing with you. But you gotta say who's the ghost with the most so I can stay. "

You rolled your eyes but did as he asked, saying his name three times while fixing your pillow. You decided you had to give him a small bit of attitude now that you were feeling a little better. "I swear to God if anything crawls on me you'll regret being this close to me" you put your arms across his, nestling in again with your back against his chest.

"Noted" you felt his smile as he kissed the back of your head.

“Thank you” without almost any sound left your lips. Beetlejuice just gently squeezed you again in response.

[the-sin-hole]

for warmth

stanxreader, 3.2k words NSFW 18+ it's smut time again baby!!!

fem!reader (no pronouns used), vaginal fingering, PIV sex.

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“This is comin’ outta your paycheck,” Stan says, hoping his gruffness is providing an appropriate cover for how he’s really feeling right now. You smirk. You’re not buying it.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“Body heat ain’t cheap, y’know! I’m workin’ overtime here to keep us both warm!”

You’re sitting on the cold, hard ground of a subterranean cave next to Stan, huddled for warmth. The only illumination is dull and blue, courtesy of some glowing crystals hanging from the walls, just enough for you to be able to see each other. While trying to help the younger twins locate some creature for god knows what purpose, you and Stan took the less-safe route of checking a seemingly stable cave. You quickly found the stability to be lacking when the mouth of it collapsed, trapping you both in here. Luckily the twins heard your cries and Stan’s angry stream of almost-swears, promising to find a way to get you out before scampering away. That was almost twenty minutes ago now. In the meantime, you remained here, slowly freezing your ass off.

You’re wearing clothes perfectly appropriate for the eighty degree and sunny day Gravity Falls is enjoying above ground. Not so much for the forty degree dark, damp cave. Stan took pity on your increasing shivers a while ago, wrapping an arm around you. His performative bristling at your use of his body warmth was in response to you throwing your legs over his and scooching closer.

“Well if I’m gonna be charged for this, I better get my money’s worth,” you say with a grin and press against even more against him.

His free hand twitches. This is the closest you’ve ever been to one another, prior interactions never going beyond fleeting touches or accidental bumps. He’s trying to play it cool, but he can’t deny his racing heartbeat. He wants to grab your leg and pull you closer, run his hand up and down it, feel your flesh. He’s wanted to do that for a while now. Among other things of a more intimate nature.

He’s trying hard not to think of those things right now, though.

“Should we try to find somethin’ to build a fire with? Those kids could take all day to get us outta here.”

“No, definitely not. We need to stay close,” you say a little too quickly. “I-I mean, we don’t even know what’s in this cave! There’s probably nothing flammable, and what if we run into something that wants to eat us?”

“I bet it’d be warm in a big monster’s stomach.”

You snort. “I am not going to let either of us get eaten by a big monster today. Listen, I’ve done my research! The best way to keep warm in a situation like this is to use another person’s body heat.”

You pause briefly before saying the next part.

You’ve been trying to lay the hints on thick for weeks now. Getting closer to him physically, giving him more casual touches, spending more time with him. You’ve caught him staring, even blushing a few times- not many, but enough to make you confident your feelings are reciprocated. Now you just need to get it through his thick skull that they are.

“The second best way to keep warm is to keep moving.”

“So what, you want me to start doing jumping jacks?”

“No, definitely not. I’m just saying…” you trail off for a second before emboldening yourself.

“If there were a way to do both of those things,” -you look up at him, and your faces are so close- “we wouldn’t be cold at all.”

He doesn’t respond for a moment, looking down at you in surprise. But then, in the low blue light, you see something change in his eyes.

“I’m, uh, not sure I know what you mean. I think I could use an example,” he says low and deep, and the change in tenor sends a shock of warmth through you.

“Well,” you say leaning upwards so your lips are barely an inch apart, “I think this would be a good start.” You press your lips to his. You do it softly, tender enough that Stan’s heart nearly aches at the careful contact. He presses his lips more firmly against yours. You return the escalation, heart racing. You both slowly escalate, kissing a little harder as the seconds go by. Stan is exercising all the restraint he can. His heart is beating faster and faster, he’s almost lightheaded, overwhelmed by it. Weeks and weeks of daydreaming about a moment like this and suddenly, without warning, it’s here. He wants to feel as much of you as he can, but he holds himself back. He doesn’t want to come on too strong, not right off the bat like this.

You pull away just enough to dart your eyes up and meet his. You can see the daze in his eyes.

“Was that a good demonstration?”

“Yeah,” he breathes against you, eyes darting back down to your lips, “but, uh, I still don’t get how that’s supposed to keep us warm. You got any better examples of that?”

More heat blooms through you. “I have a few tricks I could share.”

You reach up and grab his jaw with your hand as you kiss him again. Firmer, this time, less cautious, leaning your body into it so your chest and your legs are fully pressed up against him. The arm wrapped around you squeezes, and his free hand twitches. He doesn’t stop himself this time, reaching up and grabbing your calf, squeezing that too. You kiss him harder. The hand runs up and down your leg a few times before finding your upper thigh and gripping it. You run the hand on his jaw up to the back of his neck.

You kiss him harder, and he kisses back with even more enthusiasm. But he’s still holding back. So you escalate again for the both of you. You lick his lips and he meets your tongue. He presses his against yours in thick strokes, his tongue overtaking yours, making your heart race faster. Lust is starting to overtake your thoughts; you want more. After a few licks you escalate again. Keeping your lips on his you hoist yourself up and shift so you’re straddling him, knees meeting the hard ground on either side of him.

His hands find your waist. You hover above him for a while before slowly lowering yourself down on his lap. When you meet it you start slowly rocking back in forth in time with your kisses. Again starting gently, but slowly going harder, allowing more contact between your hips and his. He slides down a few inches to get a better angle, letting your groin sit flush with his, and he starts rocking with you. You’re completely lost in each other, his hands squeezing your waist, your hands running up from the back of his neck into his hair. Stan is working hard to keep his ever-growing desire under wraps, but the longer you go, the harder it is to do so.

When a small moan escapes your throat, his restrain slips. He shoves his tongue down your throat and grabs your hips hard, shoving them down harder against his crotch and moving you back and forth against him. You grunt against his tongue as he moves you- even through your shorts you can feel him growing hard underneath you. You work with his hands, rolling your hips more as he continues to guide them. You’re getting impatient with arousal. You want more, but you don’t know how to communicate it. So you decide to go the nonverbal route. You reach down and unbutton your jeans.

As soon as he hears the sound of your hand pulling down your zipper, all remaining strands of restraint are snapped. His hands wander from your hips downward, pulling your shorts down as much as he can in this position, plunging his hands underneath them, beneath your underwear, grasping what he can reach of your bare ass. He gropes you, hands wandering in time with his tongue from your ass to your hips to your waist to your chest. You can feel his cock straining against the crotch of his pants. Your arousal is making you lightheaded. You want to escalate again.

You quickly stand up just enough to step out of one leg of your shorts, letting them slide down your thigh and fall to the ground around your knee. You sit back down and Stan’s hands immediately find you again. His hands return to your backside, dipping underneath your underwear, groping more now that there’s less in his way. He squeezes your ass, shoves his hands in the space where you’ve mounted his lap so he can get at the underside of your thighs. His fingers get dangerously close to your pussy when he does, mere inches away. You throb at the tantalizingly close contact.

Lust has you grab one of his hands and bring it around to your front. You sit up from his groin and slide his hand underneath you. He reacts swiftly, eagerly, his fingers finding the crotch of your panties and sliding them to the side. He inserts one large finger and your breath hitches. He pumps it in and out a few times before sliding a second in. You moan against his tongue and it slides even deeper into your mouth, as if he’s trying to taste the sound of your pleasure.

He pulls back.

“You should be careful there, dollface,” he says with a smirk on his face. “Never know what could hear ya down here.”

His fingers press upwards, stimulating your g-spot and drawing more moans out of you, moans you attempt to hinder by pressing into his mouth again. He works harder, eliciting sounds progressively more difficult to muffle. You can hear your wetness as he works his fingers in and out of your pussy; his palm is starting to wet. Your body is radiating the heat it was so sorely needing just a few minutes ago, and you feel your brain fogged over with lust and molten-hot want, caring little about anything other than more escalation. You reach down and unbutton his pants, pull the zipper down. You rub your hand up and down his cock straining against his boxers and dimly realize through your fuzzy brain that it’s thick. He groans along with your moans as you grope his cock. You pull his waistband down and grab his length, start pumping with as much rhythm as you’re able to with your dizzy mind.

Your thumb runs up to his head and feels the precum leaking from it. You run your hand over it and pump with a firmer grasp, using it as a lubricant, and the groan he lets out against your tongue makes you whine. You pull back.

“I want you.”

“Feeling’s mutual,” he breaths back, fingers still working inside you. “But I didn’t exactly prepare for this if you get my drift.”

“I’m on birth control.”

“Works for m-mmph—”

You cut him off, crashing your lips back together. You pull his cock towards you and his fingers leave your pussy. Your heart feels like it’s trying to jump out of your chest as you readjust, knees dragging against the cold hard ground to make sure you’re angled properly to sit on his cock. Right hand on his shoulder, the other grasping his length, you position his head right at your entrance. Stan’s hands have moved back to your hips and they squeeze hard in anticipation.

You swiftly lower yourself a few inches, too eager to take it slow, and you immediately realize you were a little overconfident in your approach. You slap your hand over your mouth to cover the yelp that comes out of you, your other hand pulls Stan’s shirt in a shaking death grip. Your thighs are trembling. His cock is stretching you, heat is pooling in your cheeks and you can feel your heart in your throat as you pant desperately beneath your hand. It’s completely cut through the horny haze you were mired in. Now your entire body is pulsing at the sensation of the stretch, searingly hot, not able to perceive or think of anything else.

Stan has his own firm grip on your hips. His restraint has returned, for now, at the sight of you shaking on his cock. His face is growing a red similar to yours, his chest moving up and down with deep breaths to stabilize his racing heart.

“You alright there sugar?” He pants.

You nod. You manage to pant out, “M-more than I expected…”

“Too much?”

You look down at him. You can see genuine care in his eyes when he asks. But it’s everything around that look of care that you’re more interested in right now. You can tell he’s exerting a lot of control to keep himself from just pulling you down, impaling you, making you take it all. You throb at the thought.

“Fuck, no. I can take it, j-just give me a minute.”

He starts moving his hips slightly underneath you. Not pushing any more inside of you, only working the first few inches already there. His thumb goes to your clit and gently brushes it. Your hips buck slightly at the contact, sensitive and throbbing as you are. He repeats the motion while gently rolling his hips. That lustful haze is quickly returning. You raise your hips a few inches, trapping whines in your throat at the friction. You go back down, slowly this time, having learned your lesson. You make it another inch down, stay there for a few moments before raising back up. You slowly work your way down, Stan letting you go at your own pace, watching you with a look in his eye that makes you feel even warmer, gently massaging your clit the entire time until finally, with shuddering breaths and a stream of small “ah”s coming out of your mouth, you’re sitting fully on his lap. Your thighs are clenching and unclenching, hips weakly writhing as you sit there. You lean forward and bury your face into his neck, both hands weakly gripping at the front of his shirt. The sound of your struggle so close to his ear makes his cock twitch inside you.

“I f-feel like I’m going insane,” you say weak and high into his neck.

“You want help?”

“Yes.”

His hands move from your hips down to your ass once more, grip hard. He slowly lifts you a few inches before letting you back down. You feel so weak, drunk on the sensation of his cock stretching your walls, the friction all you can feel. All you can manage is more weak high pitched moans into his neck while your fists feebly grip his shirt. He keeps guiding you, a few inches up, a few inches down, before raising you up almost entirely off of his cock, then all the way back down. He’s not even going fast but you’re nearly babbling as you feel his full length leave and reenter you. Stan’s restraint is slipping. He uses the last of it to murmur in your ear,

“You tell me if it’s too much.”

You manage a weak “Uh-huh” in response.

He raises you all the way up again, but instead of a slow descent, he lets you fall back down quickly. You bite back a yelp as he does it again, and again, and again, picking up the pace each time. He’s going harder, too, the sound of his hips against you getting louder. Each penetration sends a shock through your body that wipes your mind totally clear of all thought. All you can think is all you can feel; his hands gripping your ass, his hips slamming into you, his fat cock pumping inside you, making you feel the entirety of his size each time. Your face has sunk so it’s buried in the crook of his neck, and the overwhelming sensation has you nearly drooling against him.

He’s going faster now, raising you less and less before plunging back in. Before long he’s not lifting you up at all, he’s holding you in place so his hips can do the work. He’s not thrusting- considering his position on the ground it’s more like rolling, his fat cock ruthlessly grinding against your g-spot, nearly reaching your cervix. Your eyes are starting to water as you feel an orgasm building deep within you. He can hear your noises starting to fade as you get close. He’s been working hard to keep himself from finishing before you- there’s nothing he wants more than to feel you come. He keeps his fierce pace and you feel almost unbearably warm, the heat pulsing and building within you until it releases, and you can’t restrain the loud strangled moans that come out of you as the orgasm rolls through you. It’s sharp, hot, making you tremble as Stan holds you in place, relishing the feeling of your soaked cunt seizing around his cock. A few more hard rolls into you and he stops, buried to the hilt, so deep he’s almost at your limit, and he comes as your cunt continues to twitch in the throes of your climax.

You both slump as you come down, panting, chests heaving against one another’s. Stan is letting out deep “hooough”s, you’re letting our desperate “haaah”s, almost harmonizing in post-bliss. You finally gather the strength to lift yourself up out of his neck, brush the hair out of your face. Your eyes meet his almost shyly. In the immediate aftermath doubts are starting to form- what if that was too much? Not enough? Is that all he wanted out of you, and now his interest is going to wane?

Your worries are snuffed out before they can even take hold. Stan’s hand finds your chin, lifts it up, and presses his lips to yours gently. Almost romantically, if you were to allow yourself the thought. You smile slightly against his lips, and you feel his lips upturn too.

“Well, I think we did a pretty good job keepin’ each other warm.”

You left out a soft laugh. “I think we did a great job,” you say, wiping sweat from his brow. “Thanks for the help. How much is that all gonna cost me?”

Stan’s turn to laugh. “It’s on the house this time. I think you did your fair share.”

“'This time', huh?”

Stan flashes a grin when he realizes the implication of his wording. “Yeah. We’ll play it by ear next time.”

You smile back. You gain enough strength to lift yourself up off his cock, letting out one long moan as you do.

You kiss him again as you hover over his lap. You start to stand on wobbly knees, readjusting your underwear and pulling up your shorts.

You look down, he’s looking at your with a glint in his eye. He opens his mouth to speak.

A small explosion comes from the other side of the cave wall.

“Guys!! Don’t worry, we found Grunkle Stan’s secret supply of dynamite and we’re gonna get you out of here!”

You look- a small chunk of the rocks are blown away, letting in a tiny stream of sunlight. You both hurry and redress, help each other straighten out your appearances.

As more sunlight starts to stream through, you share a glance and smile. You’re excited for next time.

[eviesqueezie]

darry, setting up the tall ladder against the brick wall of the house, quickly spun around when he heard his name being called.

“curtis! phone call- sounds urgent.” his boss yelled from across the worksite, toothpick between his teeth.

darry nodded, speed walking over in the small chance that something had happened to either of his brothers- jumped or beaten or crying for a friend who wasn’t there anymore.

but, when he picked up the phone he was met with the familiar gravelly yet uncharacteristically frantic voice of tim shepard.

“are you there? hello?”

“tim? what’s- why’re ya callin’?”

he can hear tim’s breathing on the other side of the line, can hear his fingernails scratching against his skin.

“it’s- god darry, it’s curly.”

his voice is thick with something close to anger but not far off from tears, darry leans against the wall of the small shack and runs a hand through his hair.

“what? what is it? jesus is pony okay?”

“he’s-. curly fuckin’ died. pony’s- hes fine. oh god- what do i do?”

darry is speechless, words of comfort not even reaching his throat before dissolving in his stomach. he feels faint, a dizzying sensation flooding his vision.

too much loss haunted the east side of tulsa, nobody had ever really made it to old age- if they hadn’t escaped while they still could.

“i’m on my way tim, don’t do anything. where are you?”

“police station, had to- had to sign some shit.”

“stay right there, i’ll come soon as i can. swear it.”

tim chokes on the other side, mouth full of tears and cheeks wet with them.

“i don’t know what i’m gonna do without him. he weren’t a saint, but that was my baby brother. he didn’t even get to go to fuckin’ prom, didn’t-“

he pauses, and darry can’t find it in himself to interrupt.

“i can’t do it dar. i didn’t protect him.”

then, the phone hangs up and the monotone humming signals the call has dropped. darry slams the receiver back down and bites his tongue, ramming his fist into the shaky wood of the table before making his way back outside to let his boss know that he was leaving.

the weather didn’t match the mood, too sunny and bright for a day where a boy had died.

he had spoken to him yesterday god dammit. barely 24 hours and he was gone, never to be seen again until tim would be sent to identify the body. until he’d been laid face up in the casket.

the torrential rain had begun, he’d grown used to the seasons of storms. of being turned inside out like a puppet, ready to be stuffed with instructions. ponyboy hadn’t, this would destroy him all over again.

like a sick cycle,

all over again.

[ideas-4-stories]

Cross Guild Romance prompt: Luffy and the Strawhats are sailing when this sudden and severe storm catches them. In the chaos Chopper goes flying overboard with some debris before anyone can grab him. Luffy and the crew get blown the other way and can only despair and hang on. Come morning Chopper wakes up not in the middle of the ocean but in Cross Guild’s hospital tent with Buggy, Mihawk, and Crocodile looming over him. Chopper thinks he’s gonna be tossed in the dungeons. Instead Mihawk basically takes full charge of him, taking care of him and knowing how beloved the little reindeer is from Zoro’s stories. Buggy and Crocodile are actually nice to Chopper too and spend time with him while they actually try to contact the Thousand Sunny with no luck thanks to signal interfere with the den dens. Mihawk is strict but not unkind, teaching Chopper about herbs and gardening and even some sword play. Buggy includes Chopper in the circus acts since he dances so well, and even Crocodile shows him the baby fruitwanis. Chopper is much liked in Cross Guild and he actually plays unintentional matchmaker for Buggy, Mihawk, and Crocodile. When they manage to finally contact Luffy and inform the Strawhats that they have their beloved doctor safe and sound, they all plan an epic reunion for Chopper, culminating in Luffy and the crew showing up when Chopper is performing on stage with Buggy. It’s an epic reunion of hugs, tears, relief and a bit of reconciliation for Buggy and Crocodile with the straw hats while Mihawk and Zoro get to reunite too. Everyone loves Chopper!

Oh, The Gods Above And Beyond, CHOPPER!!! Poor dude, who knows how long it took him to wash up on the shores of Karai Bari and he did it unconsciously as well clutching onto something that's very buoyancy in the water… You know I'm gonna go with the idea that Chopper was fiahed out of the sea from a Buggy Pirates boat, whether they meant to fish him out or it was a surprise. They rushed to their great glorious chairman as he would know what to do with the reindeer.

I would say it would make more sense if Chopper was asleep for a couple days so the boat can get back to land and let the Cross Guild leaders wonder what they’re gonna do with the reindeer.

Again poor Chopper, waking up in enemy territory is not a great thing to wake up too. Only to be shocked when Mihawk starts to feed him and reassures him that they will make sure Chopper gets back to his crew because when the little reindeer doctor was still sleeping, the trio made the decision it would be a good thing to stay on Luffy’s good side.

Love that Mihawk is doing most of the caring for Chopper, while Crocodile and Buggy would be giving Chopper sweets without knowing that each other are doing it as well. Chopper will be getting double cotton candy and he won’t say anything because Mihawk would definitely stop that (it’s up to you if Mihawk learns about the double dose of candy or not)

Mihawk teaching him about herbs and gardening is so cute! I’m thinking that sometimes Chopper will list off how these herbs could be used to heal and Mihawk is nodded, saying that interesting and jotting it down in a notebook. I can see Chopper holding a very small wooden sword that Buggy got his woodcarvers to make for the little doctor! Chopper is a number one hit just like their chairman to Buggy’s followers. They are definitely cheering him on and cooing when Chopper swears at them. Crocodile taking Chopper with him when he comes to check on his fruitwanis. Chopper is telling him how they are feeling and the big man is happy that his fruitwanis are happy! (Also love that Chopper is playing matchmaker, love that for him!)

I love the ending, truly goanna be a flashy great reunion party!

[uglypastels]

The Boy is Mine (Z's edition) // e.m.

a/n—guess who's baaaaack. Yeah, I didn't expect it either, but a long and lonely day and some scrolling through this hell site made me stumble upon a few posts that actually made me excited to write again, so here I am.

This fic is a part of @carolmunson's blurb challenge. I had so much fun writing this, and thank you so much, Carol, for sparking that inspiration back in me.

word count: 2.4k

warning: a LOT of fluff. Eddie and reader being menaces towards each other. teasing. playfighting. slight spanking. innuendos and suggestive talk. Swearing. possibly rusty writing as this i haven't written anything in months (i think that's it??)

He was sunshine, I was midnight rain -Midnight Rain, Taylor Swift

The downpour came completely out of nowhere as if someone up in the heavens was throwing buckets and buckets of ice-cold water at the same pace. The entire morning had been a perfect summer’s day, bright and sunny, warming up the ground underneath you, toasting all rooms and cars. It’s what made you want to go out in the first place. You had enough of sitting on the couch every weekend and practically dragged Eddie out of the house by the sleeve of his baggy sweatshirt. 

Now he was the one hauling you back inside, both of you looking like a pair of drenched cats. 

‘I swear to God, if you don’t get your ass over here right this second!’ He shouted through the rain, his hair sticking to his face, water dripping down onto the floorboards of the trailer. He just ran inside, holding an arm out to keep the door open. 

‘I’m coming.’ you said, with none of the urgency that Eddie held in his tone. The rain, while cold, felt nice and refreshing against your face. Taking a deep breath in, you let the summer night air fill your lungs, almost forgetting about your impatient boyfriend who was standing waiting for you on the threshold. He called out your name, but you weren’t listening.

‘I’m serious, sweetheart,’ Eddie leaned against the doorframe, growing tired as he watched you twirl around in the rain. ‘If you don’t stop and come inside right this second, we’re gonna have a problem.’ 

‘I really doubt it,’ you shouted back, making another turn on your heels as the rain caught your cheeks. You couldn’t quite explain what made you act like this, but it was a freeing feeling to just stand outside and let Mother Nature weep her sweet, sweet tears.

‘Oh yeah, and why’s that?’ Eddie challenged, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. 

‘Because you’re too much of a pussy to come outside and get wet again.’ It was a known fact that Eddie hated rain or water in any form, really, touching him. If there was a way for a person to take dry showers, he would be the first in line to try them. There was something truly unexplainable about him but truly endearing, so who could blame you if you poked fun at the way he groaned when he couldn’t dry himself off properly after a swim or moaned about his hair being a mess?  

Even from the distance of the driveway and the gloomy twilight as the sun set, you could see the blank stare he was sending your way; that are you shitting me right now glare only he could provide so casually and yet charmingly. 

You poked your tongue out teasingly at him as you twirled around once more, arms spread wide open to receive another bucket load of rain on top of you. 

‘C’mon, you’re gonna get sick!’ your boyfriend made another attempt at getting you inside, but if you were one thing, it was stubborn. All spun out, you leaned against the hood of his van. Perhaps a bit too provocative, with your chest forward, as you took deep breaths. You weren’t sure how soaked through your shirt was yet and if the water made the material see-through, although, seeming from Eddie’s reaction, it just might have been. You had closed your eyes but dared to shoot a glance up at him briefly and just about caught him cursing to himself. 

You had spent most of the day driving around, stopping here and there to grab something to eat, but it had been right as you decided to stroll past Lover’s Lake that the clouds formed above your heads, and the rain started to fall. Eddie, ever the romantic, ran back to the van like a startled alley cat, quickly disappearing into his comfortably, dry enclosure, and he had run just as quickly back into the trailer once you got there. Overall, besides his hair, he suffered minor damage. His clothes were already nearly fully dry again, but the rain had only gotten worse since then, and there was no way he would—

Your boyfriend cursed again, shaking his head in amusement, as he pulled his sweater over his head and threw it behind him to the ground. You knew as soon as he made that one step past the threshold. You were fucked. 

‘Don’t you dare,’ he said the second he saw you hesitantly step back. Ironically, his threat spurred you on to keep moving, and before you knew it, the two of you were making laps around the car through the muddy ground. 

‘C’mhere you,’ Eddie said, and despite your best efforts, you both knew it was inevitable that he would eventually catch up to you. You shrieked out as your feet suddenly left the ground, and you were hoisted up over his shoulder. 

‘Eddie!’ you hit him on the back, getting bumped up and down as he walked proudly to the trailer door. ‘Put me down!’ 

‘Just so you can run away again? No way, princess,’ he chuckled, adjusting his grip on you, making you bounce around even more. His hand rested on the back of your bare thigh, the shorts you were wearing that day doing a not-so-tremendous job of covering you up. God, the walk up to the trailer had never felt that long.

‘Edmund Lorenzo Munson,’ you stated, ‘put me down– ahh!’ you squealed as you felt the sharp snap of his hand against your ass. ‘You did not just do that!’

‘You bet I did,’ and to prove his point, he did again, this time a little harder. ‘I told you it would only mean trouble for you if you stayed out there.’

‘Don’t be so dramatic,’ you rolled your eyes just in time before he put you back on the ground. The trailer was warm from a long, sunny day, and the usual ambience of the clock above the TV was overruled by the harsh tap-tap-tapping of the rain on the roof. 

‘Oh, I’m dramatic,’ Eddie scoffed, ‘says Miss Let-me-run-around-in-the-rain-until-I-catch-pneumonia.’

‘Ok, first of all,' you held up a finger. ‘That’s not even true. I was out there for about five minutes, so don’t be like that. Second,’ you pointed up a second digit. 'That was dramatic. And third…’ You had finally let yourself look down at his naked, rain-soaked chest. ‘Actually, never mind.’

‘No, no, finish your thought, princess.’ His arms twisted around your waist, swaying the two of you from side to side. His lips were stretched in a wicked grin. Perhaps you were making him forget the state he was in and that he was, in fact, supposed to be mad at you, at least a little bit.

‘You know what, I suddenly forgot what I wanted to say.’ You shrugged and slipped out of his hold, reaching the couch. Once sat, you had the perfect view of your boyfriend, who stood towering over you in nothing but his ripped jeans, arms now crossed as he shook his head in disbelief. His rain-kissed skin was shimmering in the room's low light, and his hair was once again drenched, with curls still dripping water onto his shoulders.

‘Why am I not surprised by that,’ Eddie’s smile persisted as he looked you up and down, a line of worry crossing his brows. ‘I’ll get you some dry clothes.’ And with that, he turned around but did not even take three steps before a small pillow hit the small of his back. But Eddie, accustomed to your hijinks as well as you were to his, barely flinched and affectionately put up his middle finger. 

‘Love you too!’ you shouted after him, already peeling off your shirt. Now that you were inside, the room's warmth started tingling your body, and the dampness of your clothes felt suffocating. Not that you would ever admit to the goosebumps rising on your arms—no, not to Eddie, at least.

A few seconds later, Eddie returned wearing a black t-shirt and sweatpants and holding a stack of fresh clothes for you. He threw them at you one by one, but with some effort, you caught everything despite his terrible aim. You then considered throwing your wet clothes back at him, but the poor boy had suffered enough, so you quickly got dressed. In the meantime, Eddie headed over to the kitchen, looking for something in the cupboards.

‘I was going to suggest making something to drink to warm us up,’ he answered before you even got the opportunity to ask, ‘but it seems I run out of, like, nice cups.’ Nice,  in this case, really just meaning “clean”. He looked around some cupboards while you walked up to him, wrapping yourself around him and looking over his arm at the pile of dishes.

‘There, I used that one this morning.’ You pointed at a mug that had once been clearly hand-painted by a kindergarten Eddie. The wonky blots of colour almost matched the inside, which was stained with coffee remnants from that morning.

Eddie picked it up, hesitating, ‘you sure?’

‘Yesh, of course, just rinse it off, you dork.’

While Eddie got busy making what you hoped would be hot chocolate, you busied yourself by looking through the other cupboards for something to eat. ‘Do you have anything sweet in here?’ You were still looking around the shelves when Eddie pulled your chin in his direction and pecked a kiss onto your lips. 

‘I meant more like cookies or something, but thank you.’

‘Yeah, I think we got a pack of those iced biscuits around here somewhere.’ Indeed, on top of the highest shelf, which he knew you wouldn’t be able to reach, there was an unopened pack of sugar-vanilla-icing-coated cookies. By the time Eddie handed you your mug of hot chocolate, you had already eaten two, dipping your third one in the drink. Knowing Eddie, he would have already poured in some colder milk for you, leaving you with no need to be hesitant on your first sip. The beverage warmed you up from the inside, and you couldn’t help but let out a satisfied sigh of relief. 

‘What?’ you looked up at Eddie, feeling his gaze on you, but as soon as you addressed him, his eyes focused on his own drink.

‘Nothing.’ He leaned casually against the counter.

‘No, no, you were clearly thinking something so just spill it out.’

He made you wait by taking one long sip of his hot chocolate (extra cinnamon). He leaned forward to grab a cookie, but you quickly pulled them away, knowing he was trying to prolong your wait for an answer. 

‘Fine,’ he smiled, ‘I was just thinking that you’re so fucking cute when you’re stubborn.’

‘Try again, loverboy,’ you replied, unimpressed. 

‘It’s true!’

‘It’s not, and we both know it,’ you glared at him with narrowed eyes. ‘So just tell me.’ 

‘It was, actually,’ he stole the cookies back from you, taking one. His eyes never left yours as he scraped the sugary vanilla icing off the top with his teeth. You both tried keeping a serious face, but that was simply never an option for the two of you. It was just the question of who was first to break. 

You kept looking at him with your unimpressed and unconvinced look, trying hard to push back the smile, much like he was most likely. 

‘Ok fine,’ he bit into the biscuit. ‘I was just thinking, I can’t believe that you even make your biscuits wet. Like, that is actually horrid.’

‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ You laughed, exasperated, finally cracking down on your serious look. ‘Eddie? Seriously?’

‘Yes! I mean, look at it,’ He pointed at the cookie you just pulled out of your drink. Half of it was darker as it soaked up the liquid, the icing slightly melting off, too. ‘It’s all soggy and gross, and you like that?’ 

‘You need to get yourself checked out, Munchie.’ You bit into the “soggy and gross” biscuit, enjoying the chocolatey infusion of the baked good. 

‘Very funny.’ He slurped his hot chocolate until he drained the last sips out of the mug and placed it down on the counter, nearly pushing off a stack of plates. You weren’t far behind him, finishing your own drink and placing the dish back as well. The two of you were shuffling around the small kitchen space, manoeuvring past each other until you wrapped your arms around him, engulfing him in a tight embrace. Eddie kissed the top of your head as you murmured a sweet “thank you”.

‘For what?’ He asked. 

‘For everything.’ You said against his chest. ‘Taking me out today, the hot chocolate, making sure I don’t die from pneumonia.’

‘Well, it’s still early.’ He corrected your last point, and you let your teeth grace over his chest, nipping him lightly. 

‘Ow!’ he laughed through his shock and pain. ‘Did you just bite me?’

‘No.’ You said, mouth right against the fabric of his shirt. 

‘No,’ Eddie mimicked your mumbling, pressing his face against your hair. ‘God, you’re so annoying.’

‘Am not!’ you gasped. ‘You are.’ 

‘I am?’ He raised his brow, and stupidly, you agreed.

‘Yes.’

‘Ok, fine.’ and so, you were up in the air again. ‘I’ll show you just how annoying I can be.’ With you over his shoulder once more, he brought you into his bedroom, dropping you into free fall down onto the mattress. You bounced as the springs creaked underneath. 

The room was a mess, and you had to push an abundance of random objects off the bed as you made your way to the top of it. Shirts, underwear, folders, guitar picks, pencils and books all fell to the ground. Eddie got onto the mattress, too, falling to his knees upon it and slowly making his way to you. You were all too aware of his tactics, knowing he was trying to take the slow approach to tease you. So, instead, you tried to make yourself a bit more comfortable, propping up the pillows for a better headrest. Picking one up, you noticed the little brown notebook lying there. 

‘Dear Diary,  God, Harrington is so hot. I swear I just want to take his big fat—’ You started making up things as you flipped the pages, but before you could read into any of the actual lyrics or campaign ideas that Eddie had jotted down, he ripped the notebook out of your hands and threw it across the room, falling somewhere onto his desk into a pile of cassettes. 

‘I hate you.’ He said with a smile, his hair now tickling your cheeks as it dangled down in semi-wet strands. 

‘Hate you more.’ You pulled him in by the collar, kissing him passionately, continuing your chaotic yet perfect day until the late hours of the night.

the end.

my own analysis on the challenge - i feel like "my Eddie" is different each time I write him, even when writing for no particular au, but I usually I do try to make him a little bit goofy and awkward, always in on the joke and hyper and just.. .cute, ya know haha. I also always love to add in random ideas about him, so that's how we get hydrophobic!eds here, but he's also totally got a major sweet tooth, and yes, his middle name is Lorenzo. i don't make the rules.

I also feel like setting the setting as a "romantic" night will really show what people consider romantic in terms of personal preference, which should be super interesting to read.

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ello... 🤓 i dunno how to do this really, first time requesting a fic... but i would really luv to see something with werewolf james. werewolf james who's a needy freak that can't let go off jason. since james is a werewolf his senses are probably much more intense and he's also quite sensitive, and you can do something with that... if you know what i mean...

combine that with a teasing jason who knows james' sensitive spots.. just think of james being embarrassed, but still very much into whatever jason asks n makes him do. tail wagging whiny needy james is very much welcome... that's probably all, thank yew in advance if you do decide to write something about that. (^.^)

sorry i probably missed some things and i also did not proof read this soooo… My bad!

Like An Animal

1987

CW - aphrodisiac, pet play kind of????, feminization, degradation, werewolf / monster sex

When James was in his werewolf form, there was no stopping him. No stopping him from his obsessive drinking, no stopping him from his horribly annoying growls and whines. But, today’s (and the week’s) problem as it would seem, was James’ inability to leave Jason the fuck alone. 

It seemed like the perfect opportunity for Jason. James, who had lately been annoying him and draining him of all of his semen, was incessant about getting attention at all times. From rubbing his face on Jason like a house cat to scratching at him like a neglected puppy, James was sure to make it known he was needy. A second didn’t go by without the blonde bothering Jason. This is where Jasons’ idea comes in play. 

The bassist presents two items in each of his pale hands. In one palm, a mysterious blue pill. In the other, a collar made for pets with a bell attached to a small metal loop. James, sitting on his disheveled bed with pillows and blankets scattered around, looks at each with a worried expression on his face. His baby blue eyes take their time examining each item as Jason tries to hold back a smile. 

“Get a good look? This is what i’m going to give you. Okay?”

The werewolf remains silent for a moment.  His tail twitches in both excitement and embarrassment. He isn’t entirely sure what the purpose behind this is— but Jason’s a good guy and spoils him most of the time. So it must be okay. James removes his gaze from the items in front of him and looks at the bassist, who’s giving him an unreadable expression. Was it desire? Excitement? 

A gulp, and James nods. 

“What… what is that?”

He points at the small round pill. Jason had bought it at a small sex shop the sunny afternoon yesterday had brought him, and he was grateful for finding such a perfect thing to tease James with. He almost wishes he picked up more things at the shop. That beautiful matte black plug he spotted would’ve looked fucking gorgeous in James, he realizes, and he has to stop himself from imagining more. It’s then he notices he’s been silent for a few moments, which was making the blonde werewolf nervous, and smiles softly before answering his question. 

“It’s an aphrodisiac.”

James looks like he’s going to say something. Jason cuts him off, now excited to explain more. 

“And the collar is what you’ll be wearing for the rest of the day. Bet you noticed it’s got a bell, yeah? It’ll jingle if you move too fast or hard.” Jason explains softly. 

James’ mouth goes dry. Things start to click in his mind, and Jason feels himself involuntarily smile at his puppy’s reaction. 

“You’re gonna take the pill. You’re gonna get really fuckin’ needy, and you are not allowed to touch yourself. After you take that pill, I’ll put this collar on ya. If you try to masturbate while my back is turned, the bell will tell me. And I swear to god, if you disobey me….”

Jason’s words made the werewolf bite his lip and look down. Like he’s nervous, but excited. Like he’s trying to figure out if he wants to be a good boy or if he wants to completely disregard Jason’s rules. See where it gets him. Maybe he’s end up with Jason’s cock in his ass, pounding him while he begs for him to slow down… 

“Are you listening?”

James blinks. Nods. Hopes he didn’t look like a slut imagining all the possible punishments Jason could give him. Could you really blame him though? When you’re owned by the hottest man in California, it’s really difficult to not drool over shit like that. Owned is a strong word— but Jason tells the blonde werewolf he owns him during sex all the time, and James would really love to believe that’s how it really is. Like he’s really just a puppy. 

“Good.” Jason states. “Now get to the edge of the bed and open that pretty little mouth of yours.” 

Jason’s words a punch to the gut. Pretty little mouth? Is he trying to kill James? All the blood will go straight to his cock and it’ll leave his brain, that’s how he’ll die. James can’t even imagine what the aphrodisiac will do to him, because he’s already building up a boner and he hasn’t been touched or kissed yet. Talk about pathetic. James slowly crawls to the edge of the bed, fluffy ears and tail hanging low, and sticks out his tongue while opening his mouth. 

It takes every ounce of Jason’s self control to not stick his dick in that mouth of James’. He’s got cute little sharp teeth that come with his transformation and his tongue is nice and wet, perfect for licking and sucking. Too bad the only thing he deserves is the pill. The bassist is quick to shove that tiny blue pill into James’ mouth before manually closing his bottom jaw by lifting it up and forcing the blonde to swallow dry. 

While the blonde coughs from the rough treatment, Jason’s hands swoop around either side of the werewolf’s neck to put that sweet little bell collar on James. A click, and Jason moves back to marvel at how adorable his boy looks. His long, blonde hair sits on his shoulders, complementing the light blue collar that’s snug against his skin. Jason begins to feel lucky. He gets to see James like this. Not the fans, not the band, not the groupies. Just Jason. Only Jason. The bassist leans down to kiss at James’ soft face and a hand snakes down to the inner side of his thigh. 

James doesn’t know how he’s gonna survive this. 

/ ///////// 

It’s been an hour. 

At first, everything was fine. James simply listened to music in his bed as Jason played his shiny black bass in the corner. His bell resting on his collar was still. Everything was alright. Then came the slow waves of heat, ebbing over the blonde’s body as it crept upon him. It wasn’t a fast process— Jason almost wished it was. 

But instead the simmering fire igniting in James took its sweet time. First, a sweet warmth began to pool in James’ crotch area, along with a light blush creeping on to his soft cheeks involuntarily. Then he felt his cock twitch to life in his pants, and suddenly everything that touched him felt hot to the touch. His body was warming up. Ironically, it made him shiver. The pill was starting to work. 

The werewolf’s pouting mouth emits a soft whimper as the arousal starts to take over. He’s slowly working towards a full boner. The pill took time to kick in, but when it did, it went from a flicker of heat to a burst of flames. James silently curses that bell collar; if it won’t for Jason’s rules and that collar, his hand would be in his pants right now. 

Maybe he’d finger himself first. Or maybe he would drag his calloused hand up and down his length while thinking about Jason. The guitarist groans. Thinking about it sure didn’t help the arousal. The aphrodisiac works fast, he reminds himself, and sighs. He screws his eyes shut and hopes the simmering sensation in his crotch will go away, but it does the opposite. When his eyes close, he sees several dirty images— Jason beneath him as James rides him. Jason looking at him with those gorgeous grayish eyes as James sucks him off. Jason’s pretty cock in his hand. He had always thought being able to see vivid images when he closes his eyes was a blessing, but now it seemed to be a curse. 

Giving up, James opens his eyes again. He peers down at his pants and notices the obvious bulge of his cock pressing against the tight material. He bites back another whine. It’s been a short amount of time since the aphrodisiac started kicking in and he’s already hard as diamond and needy. James would be embarrassed if he wasn’t in his werewolf form and under the influence of aphrodisiac. All he can think about now is reaching down to touch himself, relieve him of the aching pressure between his thighs. 

The werewolf is getting needier and needier by the second. He tilts his head slightly to look at Jason. James realizes he’s got his headphones on while he plays his bass; which means James could get away with making a little noise. It takes almost nothing to convince himself to masturbate. Relieved, his eyes flutter shut as he slowly spreads his legs. A pale hand slides down to rest above his clothed, aching cock. He double checks Jason, who is peacefully plucking away at his instrument, and continues. The smooth palm of his hand rocks back and forth against his erection. Normally, it wouldn’t feel as good, especially because of the layer of clothing between his hand and cock. But with the aphrodisiac? It feels like heaven. 

James has to stop himself from a low grunt escaping his lips. Jeans hug his cock, giving him just the right amount of friction against himself, and the task of keeping himself quiet proves to be harder and harder. The guitarist creates a steady rhythm of palm-to-dick and screws his eyes shut yet again, this time welcoming the dirty images instead of shooing them away. Images and thoughts flow back into his mind as he quietly humps his hand. The heel of his palm digs into the tip of his cock. He sputters, the images of Jason fucking him in his mind spurring him on even more. 

James is throbbing in his pants at this point, and he wants nothing more than to dirty his light jeans with cum. So he keeps at it. His jaw clenches, hard, almost as hard as he is, and with his free hand he grips the sheets. Everything around him feels warm— the air is thick and his desire makes his entire body tremble with heat. The aphrodisiac sure does a damn good job. Sweat begins to form on to inside of his palms more and more as seconds turn into minutes, and by now his movements are starting to get more erratic and intense. If James wasn’t chasing his high a minute ago, he sure is now with the way he’s shamelessly humping his hand like a dog. 

It’s almost funny the way he doesn’t even bother to pull his weeping cock out of his pants. It would feel better. It would be a faster way to get himself off. James doesn’t seem to care. It’s like he wants to be pathetic, to look like a mess. Like he wants to show off for Jason. And, well, Jason seems him alright, because while James’ eyes are closed in complete concentration, Jason hovers over the bed. He doesn’t speak. He only watches. It’s amusing how James is so goddamn horny, he doesn’t even notice the looming figure watching him try to get off. 

“What d’you think you’re doin’?”

James nearly has a heart attack. Shameless rutting came to a complete stop. His eyes flew open. He looked at Jason who stood at the side of the bed with embarrassment and fear of what his punishment would be. Would he not allow him to cum for the week? Would he embarrass him? Would he go as far as to spank him? James is screwed. If he could’ve just kept his hands to himself, maybe he wouldn’t be here. But, then again, he thinks, if Jason wouldn’t have teased him like this, he wouldn’t have had to resort to this. 

James is brought back to reality and ripped away from his thoughts by Jason lifting his chin up to look at him. 

“You think I wouldn’t notice?”

James averts his eyes. His cock still throbs in his jeans as he pouts. 

“I… I’m sorry, okay? But— please, don’t punish me, I wasn’t gonna cum or anything! Please—“

“Shhhh.. Shut it, baby.”

Jason’s tone sounds bitter when he speaks. Deep down, James knows there’s no real anger behind his words. He’s not truly upset with the boy. It’s just an act. Jason’s words only carry the slight sting of venom; not serious, but enough to make James feel tingly. The bassist’s intentions are different. James mentally compares the situational words to a Sour Patch Kid, like that odd sour blue raspberry lube Jason made him try once. Jason had slicked himself up with the sticky blue lube he’d bought from the same store he’d got the aphrodisiac. 

It was too sour for James. 

Jason’s hand slowly removes itself from James’ chin. Blonde waves cover his eyes as his head tilts forwards from the lack of support. They sit comfortably on his pink cheeks, which have red dots of acne scattered around. James was always insecure about the acne. Jason thinks it’s cute. Jason thinks all of James is cute. Even when he’s being a brat. The guitarist was a known spoiled brat; Jason wanted to test him. 

“Since you’re so needy.. Why don’t you let me touch you some? 

James’ cheeks get redder. He almost forgot how embarrassing the way Jason treats him is. He treated him like he’s some helpless, needy little dog in heat. James was, of course, just like that, with his constant need of attention and sex on a daily basis. James really did become puppy-like in this form. He would paw and claw at Jason, his tail would wag, and his clinginess increased tenfold. Not to mention— he gained new sensitive spots that drove him crazy. 

Jason was going to take advantage of that. 

James nodded erratically to Jason’s offer. A part of him still burned with embarrassment, but the need of being touched overwhelmed him. The werewolf knew that’s exactly what Jason wanted to see. One side of him liked that he was giving Jason what he wanted, while the other wanted to defy him. Almost like an  angel and devil on his shoulder. Since James was such a good boy according to Jason (sometimes), the angel naturally won when he was in this state. 

James was right. Jason was satisfied. Luckily for him, he’d get touched. Just, not the way he had thought. Obviously the werewolf had assumed his cock would be touched. Or, if he was lucky, his prostate would be touched with the pads of Jason’s  thick fingers. But he didn’t deserve that. James had disobeyed him, after all. Disobedience didn’t get James what he wanted. So when Jason started to scratch behind his ear instead, he welcomed it, though with a look of confusion. 

“W-wh— No.. not, not there….” James whines. “On my cock.” 

“No. I’ll touch your sensitive parts, but not the ones you want.” Jason says, reaching down to stroke James’ tail. 

Shit. 

James was going to be forced to cum with just his tail and ears. While the touch felt good, it surely couldn’t be enough, right? Nevertheless, he whines from the sensitive touch. It did feel good. It really did. He just wanted more. Tail, ears, and cock would be better. But James was a brat. James was lucky Jason was even willing to give him this, at least. Another pet to his tail and rub of his ears, and James starts to whine again. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Too bad you can’t have more. Wouldn’t it feel so much better if you could have my dick inside you? Huh? “

Another punch to the gut with those words. How did Jason know how to dirty talk so damn well? It’s hard to focus when his tail is twitching in Jason’s hand, much like his erection in his jeans. The worry of not being able to cum from just his sensitive werewolf attributes slowly fades away as his mind becomes foggy. Was it the aphrodisiac? Is it the scritches or the stroke of his tail? Or was he really that much of a slut? Jason would say all of the above. The way his puppy moans and involuntarily twitches under him is proof enough. 

“More… please—“

“I told you, ‘m not gonna touch your cock. If you don’t quit complaining i’ll stop touching your pretty ears and tail, too.” Jason warns. 

Well, James doesn’t want that. So he gives in and stops complaining, letting the feeling of Jason touching him take over. His hips rock slightly back and forth along with the motions of Jason’s touches and strokes in hopes of getting at least the slightest bit of friction against his length. It doesn’t really work. It only gives him the occasional spark of denim against his underwear, which he guesses is better than nothing. And the feeling of those nimble fingers behind his fluffy ear and that smooth palm working his tail is good, better than he remembers, so he supposes it’s okay. Very okay, actually. It’s starting to feel really fucking good. 

It’s all due to the aphrodisiac. You could also blame it on the fact that he’s in his werewolf form, but it’s really because of that tiny blue pill. Jason’s working his arm and hand faster and faster, making James whimper and cry out. Bell jingles ring out with the movements of both of their rhythms, and Jason’s fingertips work like magic on James. It feels like electric currents shocking him with an odd sense of pleasure when he touches his ear just right or drags his hand up his tail a certain way. James writhes and squirms as pornographic moans leave his mouth. It’s probably the reason why Jason’s hard in his pants, too. 

“God, baby, touching your ears ��n tail is like touching a girl’s clit.“ Jason whispers. 

“You’ve had experience with girls, James, you know how they moan when you touch that sweet spot. You look just as helpless and submissive as a groupie.. they’d be so disappointed to know the big bad Hetfield is some bitch who falls apart from getting his tail touched. Don’t you think?”

James bites his lip, hard, and his hips stutter. He wants to cum so bad. If only Jason would just touch him properly, he would be coming apart and staining his light blue jeans just for the bassist. He’s embarrassed beyond belief from being compared to a girl, but it’s so painfully obvious he likes it. Nothing he says or does will change the fact that Jason knows The Mighty Het likes to be feminized and put in his place. That won’t stop James from trying to save his very last drop of dignity. 

“No, ‘m not a like- ah- a girl… I’m a man…”

Jason laughs.

“What kind of man drools and moans over being touched like this?” He asks, the rhetorical question making James shameful. 

James opens his mouth to formulate a comeback and is quickly disrupted by a particularly hard tug on his tail. James yelps, and his cock pulses. Jingles continue to emit from the collar. The fur between Jason’s fingers has almost given him some sort of rash or burn from how fast he’s been rubbing and teasing the thing, and it’s finally going to pay off. James is near the edge. Whining with tears in his eyes. Jason caresses the back of his ear in a very particular, pleasurable way. James’ mouth is like a faucet of high pitched noises. 

“Go on, baby, cum like the pretty puppy you are.”

He trembles and shakes like a fragile leaf, and with a final blow of the wind, that leaf is gone. James length is spurting thick globs of semen into his boxers, which will surely be stained along with his tight jeans. Neighbors surely hear him from how loud his orgasmic high is. If this isn’t embarrassing, he doesn’t know what is. Cumming from some simple touches, being feminized, and knowing people most likely heard you scream in ecstasy as you ruined your clothes with cum stains? Yeah. He was redder than he had ever been. 

Jason, bless him, strokes him through his orgasm and smirks to himself. James’ orgasms never failed to looked pretty. That big mouth of his always shaped itself into a big ‘O’ shape as the waves shook him. Someday Jason would take a picture of James in the middle of an orgasm. He’d keep it as a polaroid, and use it to touch himself. Which he was probably going to do after this. 

“…Good boy.” Jason praised. His hand finally stops his languid strokes and he catches his breath along James. 

James is spent. 

The money that went towards that aphrodisiac was well spent, too. 

Thank god for clingy puppies. 

I really didn’t know how to end it sorry Lmao

[gabykatttt]

Friendmies

It was beautiful day in Townsville. The sun was shining. The birds were chirping. Everyone seemed to enjoy this beautiful sunny weather.

Meanwhile others preferred staying inside.

You’re my best friend girlie the girl said.

Aww you too the other girl said.

Aww you’re my very best friend sicking Butch said letting out an annoyed sigh.

Hey bro you wanna get some girls? The boy asked.

Hell yeah let’s go the other boy replied.

Oh please Butch muttered getting up from his seat and left.

God I hate sunny days especially friendship and romance Butch thought to himself approaching his brothers.

Butch!! There’s someone I would like you to meet Brick said with his face fully red.

Who is it? Butch asked.

Brick smiled awkwardly pulling a girl with long redhead hair with pink eyes.

Butch this is Blossom my…girlfriend Brick said smiling awkwardly.

Butch just stared at his brother then at Blossom.

Brick and Blossom they started dating since our brother couldn’t stop thinking about her Boomer said.

Butch are you okay? Brick asked.

Brick…why didn’t you tell that my enemy is your girlfriend? Butch asked.

Because I was in love with her Butch. Aren’t you happy for me? Brick replied.

Yeah Butch aren’t you happy that your brother’s dating me Blossom said smirking.

Butch pouted crossing his arms.

Blossom I swear of god if you break my brother’s heart I’m gonna kill Butch said.

Oh relax I would never hurt Brick. He’s my one and only Blossom said.

Besides bro he have a huge crush on Buttercup Boomer said.

WHAT!!! Blossom said.

Oh come on Boomer really you just have to expose me like that Butch said blushing deeply red.

Oh so you’re in love with my sister Buttercup right? Blossom asked.

Shut up Rapunzel Butch said.

Make me you demonic psychopath Blossom replied.

Well since you’re dating my brother Blossom I might consider you as my frenemy Butch said.

What’s that? Blossom asked.

God is she stupid? Butch thought to himself.

It’s a person with whom one is friendly, despite a fundamental dislike or rivalry" or "a person who combines the characteristics of a friend and an enemy Butch replied.

Okay then frenemy it is Blossom said.

I still hate your guts Butch said.

I can say the same thing Butch Blossom said.

Oh brother Boomer said letting out a sigh.

Let’s hope they get along without killing each other Brick said.

Let’s hope so Boomer replied.

Butch and Blossom stared at each other deadly in the eyes with angry smiles on their faces.

I guess they’re friendmies Boomer thought to himself.

@simplydannie @once-ler-ask-blog153 @kiya-buggie @horrorartist23 @starz33

[devilsrecreation]

Thoughts on episodes 3 and 4: SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THEM

(Note that these are not in order)

I think we all knew something was up with Roger Rogers. I still like him well enough but he HAS to be a spy. You remember what he said in that canister room? That’s the kinda thing that undercover spies say. Whether or not he’s truly a good dude is beyond me. And how else could the key have gone missing?

I gotta agree with Johnny that the I Scream, You Scream interview was TOTALLY 100% biased and bullshit. Yeah Sully worked with Waternoose, but that was before ANYONE knew he was a criminal! And who do you think was the reason Waternoose is in prison? SULLY AND MIKE, THAT’S WHAT. SO TAKE THAT, JILL

Lmao poor Duncan he was so ready to take the job

I completely get Sully’s opinion of Johnny, tbh. College WAS a long time ago and people change since then. It’s kinda nice that they’re cordial

Having said that, I’m more on Mike’s side. Johnny pulled a Carrie, that’s not exactly something you can forget. Forgive, maybe. But forget? Hell no

“Probably bc nobody likes you”-TELL HIM, MIKE. TELL HIM

I hope Roze and her new love interest make their relationship work

Are Declan and Duncan related? It may be speciesest, but I think they are. They’re either brothers or cousins and I’m convinced Duncan hates him hfhfgrgd

Okay but Val bonding with the kid she was assigned to was so sweet 😭. I think that’s what Tylor has trouble with cuz he’s so awkward. I actually had something like that in mind beforeheand but that’s another story

I knew I’d like Joy the minute I saw her. I don’t know what the writers are gonna do with her yet but she seems like a sweetheart! I wonder if she’ll be the opposite of Randall? 🤔

Rose moved to Fear Co which is a shame cuz I wanted to see her become a jokester but all power to her. Also I love her voice :)

I see Crab Cakes is back and still kissing Johnny’s butt. The fact he was listening through the door proves he hasn’t changed a bit lmaooooo

Claire and her kids are back. I still wanna know the love story between them tbh. Like HOW?

Actually, maybe she was the one to humble Johnny after college and make him grow into a better monster. It’s happened before

“That almost made me feel something”-LORALIE I SWEAR YOU ARE YOUR MOM’S MINI ME. YOU ARE SO HER CHILD

JJ’s an innocent ball of sunshine and I hope to god he doesn’t end up like MU!Johnny

The song parodies in the Scareoke bit were hilarious

Not the Western vibe hdgdhdgd

SO CAN WE AGREE THAT CUTTER AND SUNNY ARE EXES? THEY’RE GIVING EXES VIBES

Oooooooh Duncan found the cup in the trash. He’s TOTALLY gonna use that against Tylor. Personally, I predict that it’s gonna be the cause of that one peek of everyone in Sully and Mike’s office looking all mad at Tylor

These are making me develop my oc, Atlas, more. Like I’m already picturing how their and Johnny’s interactions would go if they become unbanished

[ofstoriesandstardust]

the one with the friendship bracelets (b.r.b.)

note: sunshine will forever be immortalized in the friendship bracelet i made her and i love their love so here is this. :)

warnings: a wee bit of jealous Bradley if you squint, future Bradley and Sunshine, swearing, kissing, i got a wee bit carried away

Snow crunched under your boots as you hurried across campus, tucking your chin tighter into your jacket. 

Despite the sunny skies and decent temperature, the wind went right through you, settling in your bones as you rushed towards the dining hall. Someone calls out your name as you arrive at the doors of the building. You turn, looking behind you to spot Blake rushing towards you. 

You offer him a smile as he climbs up the steps. “Hey Blake, it’s been a minute.” 

He nods, a bit breathless. “Yeah, well, you know how it is. Busy.” 

You nod, pushing the door open for him as he walks in behind you. The warm air hits you as the door shuts, something you welcome. “Yeah, totally get that. We should hang sometime if you aren’t too busy though. I miss seeing you.” 

He gives you a small smile. “Yeah, that’d be fun.” 

Someone calls your name and you both turn, spotting your friends waving you over. He follows you, if a bit hesitantly, as you look at them. “What are you doing?” 

In one of the open areas for students to hang out in the dining hall, SGA had set up tables with what appeared to be different crafts. Madison smiles, holding up a bracelet. “We’re making friendship bracelets. It’s for Valentine’s Day.” 

You nod, eyes scanning over the table at your friends bracelets. “Hey Sunshine, give me your wrist.” Bradley picks up your hand before you can even offer it to him, making a blush immediately crawl up your neck. Blake’s hand lands on your shoulder before you can address what Bradley is doing.

“Hey, I’m gonna go, but uh, we should catch up sometime, yeah?” 

You nod, giving him a smile. “Yeah, okay. Anytime, you just let me know!” 

Bradley tugs your arm, nodding his head down to your wrist. You glance down, missing the look Bailey and Tommy share across the table. “What- Oh my God.” 

On your wrist is a bracelet with blue and yellow beads, a charm that says sunshine in the middle. 

“I made you a friendship bracelet.” He says with a smile. “You were in class and I wanted to make sure you got one.” 

“Bradley, I-” Your throat closes up with how earnest he looked, with how happy he looked. 

You were not about to cry over a thread with some beads, god damn it. 

“Do you like it?” He asks softly, his smile turning a little nervous. 

“Bradley, I love it. This is so me, I- Thank you.” You say, blinking at how much the little craft meant to you. “Can I make you one?” He shrugs. 

“Sure. I gotta go to class though.” 

You nod, slipping your backpack off as the two of you trade seats. “Hey, what’re you doing for Valentine’s Day tonight?” 

You freeze, looking up to him. “Um, nothing. Why?” 

“Do you wanna come over to the house and get pizza or something? I think Tommy and Madison are coming. Eli has a date so I think Bailey will be gracing us with her presence too.” 

Bailey tosses him a look as your brain comes back online, trying to swallow the bitter disappointment lingering in the back of your throat that he hadn’t wanted to do something with you.

Just you. 

“Yeah, sounds fun.” 

He grabs his backpack from the floor and begins walk towards the door. You examine the beads, wondering which ones should go best for Bradley when you release the table has gone quiet.

“What?” You ask, looking up at them all. 

Tommy has a knowing smile of his face, shaking his head. “Nothing.” 

-

“That’s a cute bracelet.” 

You hum, looking down to the beads on your wrist. “Thank you Amelia. Bradley made it for me.” 

Penny smiles as she wipes down the countertop. “Tell us the story behind it?” 

You shrug, adjusting the bracelet on your wrist. 

You and Bradley were going out to dinner for Valentine’s Day tonight, and in a moment of panic about your outfit, had fled to the Hard Deck for Penny and Amelia’s opinion on your dress. 

“When we were at UVA together, he made it for me as part of a Valentine’s crafts thing our student government put on. I thought I had lost it just in moving so much, but I actually found it tucked in between some boxes of books when I moved out here. I must’ve thrown it in there and then forgotten about it. Are you sure I look nice?” 

Penny gives a soft laugh, shaking her head. “Yes, you look wonderful. Where’s Brad taking you?” 

You shrug again, fiddling with the jewelry on your wrist. “I don’t know. He won’t tell me.” 

“Well, you look lovely. Always do. He’ll love you no matter what.” 

“Yeah, I mean he liked you enough to marry you. Why are you nervous?” Amelia asks, doodling in the margins of her notebook. 

“It’s our first Valentine’s Day together and I want it to go well, I guess? I don’t know.” You groan, head resting in the palm of your hand. Penny takes your hands from over the bar, squeezing them. 

“You’re nervous because it’s still the first for you guys, even if you’ve been together for a while on paper. But he loves you, and you love him. And he loves you so much.” 

The bell at the door jingles, signaling a new arrival as she squeezes your hands once more before letting them go. “Thank you Penny.” You whisper, as a comfortable and familiar weight slides across your shoulders. 

“Hey sweetheart.” His voice rumbles in your ear as you look up to him. He’d changed at work before coming to the Hard Deck to pick you up, dressed in a nice pair of pants and dark blue polo. “You look pretty.” He comments, eyes traveling down your body as he takes in the dress you’re wearing. 

“Speak for yourself, handsome.” You respond, hands finding his belt loops as you pull him between your knees. 

He smiles, leaning down for a kiss when someone behind you gags. “Y’all are gross. Get a room.” 

Bradley’s eyes peak up from over your shoulder. “Hangman, you’re just mad because the only date you’ll be going on tonight is with your hand.” 

Even without turning around, you’re certain Hangman is offering Bradley a look that could kill as his—no, yours both now—friends laugh. Bradley smirks, his eyes travel back down to you when he catches sight of the bracelet on your wrist. 

“You’re wearing the bracelet I made you.” He whisper, sounding a bit breathless as his face softens. 

“Yeah well, you made it for me on Valentine’s Day and I don’t know- thought it was a nice touch.” 

“Guess we were on the same page.” He comments, causing you to look down to his wrist. 

There’s the red and black bracelet you had made for him, the wooden B in the middle. 

“B for Bradley.” You say, recalling what you had told him when you’d given the bracelet to over pizza. “You still have it?”

“Course I do.” He says, hazel eyes holding nothing but love. “And anyways, are we sure it’s not B for Blake?” He jokes, smirking.

You pause as you take a moment to realize who he’s referring to. “Why would it have been B for Blake?” 

He shrugs. “I don’t know, was pretty sure the two of you had a thing going for a while there.” 

You snort. “You’re being ridiculous. Blake and I never had a thing.” 

“Well, he had a thing for you.” 

“No, he didn’t?”

“Oh c’mon Sunshine, he so did.” 

You gape at him, confused by his words. “We were just friends.” 

“And we said the same thing for how many years?” 

“So true.” Fanboy mumbles from somewhere behind you, causing you to turn sharply. 

“Don’t encourage him.” 

Fanboy throws his hands up in defense, slinking to the other side of the bar. 

“He and I were actually just friends.” 

He nods, a skeptical look on his face. “Sure Sunshine. Whatever you need to tell yourself.” 

You huff, tugging at his arm as you slide off the barstool you’re sitting on. “Even if he had, what would it have mattered? You were the only one I had eyes for. You’re the only one I’ll ever have eyes for.” 

He smiles softly, moving some of your hair to adjust your necklace before leaning down to finally press a soft kiss to your lips. 

Although Bradley had kissed you countless times since the two of you had gotten together, you never stopped treasuring the ones that felt like how he had the first time. 

He’s kissed you silly, he’d kissed you while sleepy, he’d kissed you in the shower and while dancing around the kitchen, he’d kiss your cheek (and neck for that matter) any time he got the chance. 

But the times when he kissed you, full of passion and love, where everything went quiet and jstt felt safe and warm, were your favorite. 

You hoped they never stopped being your favorite. 

“I know, Sunshine.” He whispers as he pulls away. “I know.” 

[stellasfictionalworld]

part 4.

part 5

a/n: i'm gonna be honest, i've been thinking about this part for like a week. i kinda love hate this, i swear it'll get better now. reader has very strong feelings about relationships... also thinking about writing andre's perspective sometimes.

reader x andre anderson 

cw: (i mean you’ve watched the show so) fluff to angst, toxic ex's,

word count: 1,360

It was Friday afternoon, you kicked your feet under the picnic table. Andre’s jacket on your lap as you read a book for Hero Ethics. It was quiet, your earbuds providing serenity alongside the sunny weather. A shadow loomed over you and you smiled quickly. You took out your earbuds and looked up. Only for your smile to drop and you sighed.

“Oh c’mon, Cupid,” that nickname in his mouth made you want to throw up.

“Jackass,” you squinted up at him. 

Dylan, just Dylan. That’s all he was to you, the fucker who pushed you too far. Bile rose up to the back of your throat. He laughed, that fake dryyyy laugh. 

“C’mon,” he said, shutting your book without a single finger. 

“Stop,” you said, shrinking into yourself. It was a bad habit, but you couldn’t help yourself. Your fingers trembled in your lap, you felt so helpless. When he dipped his head closer to you, your knuckles went white. His eyes closed, and you stared up at him.

He snapped his eyes open, and tears fell down his face. His lower lip trembled, and he covered his mouth. He backed away from you, his voice shaky.

“You bitch,” he said, and took another step back. His fingers trembled, “f-fuck.” Then he ran off, and you grinned widely. It satisfied you to make such a fragile man cry, one that hated the tears. 

“Do I even know what that was about?” Andre asked from behind you. You looked over your shoulder, and your smile only became bigger. He was giving you a skeptical look. 

“Just a dick,” you shrugged, “I know a lot of them.” 

The corners of his lips turned up, you had no idea why he was smiling. He hummed. “Hope I’m not one of them,” he sat next to you. Yep, definitely his woody cologne mixed with weed. “No,” you said, “not yet.”

His eyes dropped to your hands, and the upper right corner of his lip curled upwards. He opened his mouth to say something but you interrupted him. 

“I think you gave this to me on Saturday,” you showed him the (expensive) leather jacket. You still didn’t remember that night. He eyed it and looked back at you. 

“Try it on,” he said, leaning into his palm. 

“What?” you asked. 

“Try it on,” he said again, a playful look in his eyes. 

“Okay,” you said and did. It was big on you, his broad shoulders and muscles filled it out. You looked at him expectantly.

“Keep it,” he grinned, “looks good on you,” and grabbed the book you were reading. You blinked rapidly as he flipped through your annotations. He was right, you looked good in anything, but what? “Jesus fucking christ. You actually read all this shit?” he asked.

“Yeah, and that’s how you get a good GPA,” you said, “should I spell it out for you just in case? G-P–” you said the letters out loud again. He gave you a dumbfounded look and you stopped abruptly. You laughed behind the back of your hand and he shook his head.

“So, if you’re gonna expect me to read this,” he waved the book in his hand, “No offense. I don’t think that’s gonna work.”

“Oh god no,” you said. “I have something else for you, did you want something with pictures though?” you couldn’t help but grin. You looked through your tote bag. 

“Okay, now you’re being a dick,” he said. 

You passed him a pink folder, which read Andre in pink on the spine. His brows shot up as he took it from your hand. You watched him flip through pages, his tongue sticking out slightly as he read. You ran your fingers over the cuff of the sleeve, realizing the jacket was incredibly stylish and comfortable. A part of you didn’t want to clean it anymore, worried about losing his scent from it. You put a cool hand over your hot face. Why were you caring so much? It was just a jacket. Your heart slammed against your ribs, oh fuck me, you thought. 

You watched him, his eyebrows furrowed as he read your work. He let out a soft laugh between paragraphs where you had doodled or written a cheesy note. Your stomach made flips, you liked making him laugh. 

He looked back at you. “You wrote all of this? This is…” he flipped through the pages again, this time more delicate with each turn. 

“The whole semester's worth of notes, we’re not even halfway through. Thought I might as well just give it all to you. So you’re all caught up, whenever,” you said, looking at your chipped nails. You had to get them done again. 

“You’re crazy,” he said and you raised a brow. “I mean, how much time did you have?” 

“Too much, but in return, it kinda helps me. Now I know what to expect,” you shrugged.

He hummed, and he shook his head in disbelief. Then his shoulders dropped, and your heart sunk. 

“What? What is it?” you asked.

“Nothing uh,” he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “I was gonna use the tutoring as an excuse to keep seeing you more,” he said. Your lips parted and you were ridden with guilt. 

“Oh fuck,” you scoffed, “fuck my bad. I…” you didn’t know what to say, not wanting to meet his eyes. Oh how fucking stupid you were, duh, Andre Anderson at this point could ask anyone to do his homework. He could probably pay a shapeshifter to go take a test for him. 

He did laugh though, your turmoil amusing to him. “It’s not funny,” you hit his shoulder lightly. His head dropped and he tried to hide his smile. “I feel so dumb,” you rubbed the bridge of your nose. 

“Don’t, I mean I’m kinda surprised I had to tell you,” Andre said.

The breeze filled you with an air of confidence all of a sudden. You looked at him, he seemed uneasy. That’s when you realized, he’d barely touched you this whole time. There was the hip thing, and then two days ago, he’d gently held your wounded hands. Even when you’ve hung out with him in public or private, he keeps a safe distance. He didn’t want to scare you off or overwhelm you. You thought at least. 

“So you want more than friendship,” you swallowed the lump in your throat. 

He was quiet for a minute. He dragged his hand over his face, looking at anything but you. Your heart was pounding against your chest. When he’d made up his mind he looked at you.

“I’m okay with friends, honestly. I mean I’m a friendly guy,” he said with a toothy smile, “but with you… I like you.” 

This was familiar territory, setting up a safe space just to trap you in it. 

“Okay,” you said.

His head tilted slightly as he pressed his lips together. He looked adorably confused.  

“Okay?” he questioned.

“Okay,” you said.

“Okay, as in… okay we can start seeing each other or?” he asked hopefully.

“Okay as in, I hear you, but no,” you swallowed the lump in your throat, “I just want to be friends Andre,” you said.

He licked his teeth and dragged his hand over his face. A pit formed in your stomach while you ran circles over your hand. 

“Okay wow,” he said, “I did not see that coming honestly.”

“Andre I–” your phone buzzed, and you cursed under your breath. “I’m sorry it’s my mom. She’s gonna fucking lose it if I don’t answer,” you got up. He looked at you like you’d just kicked his puppy. “See you around?” you asked, unsure if you could even say that.

“Yeah,” he said, drumming his hands over your folder.

You walked off, letting the phone ring on silent. You found the nearest bathroom and rushed in. Tears welled up in your eyes, as you found an empty stall. Hot tears fell down your face as you covered your mouth. Muffling the ugly sobs. Your chest hurt so much, you wanted to curl up into a ball and die.

[welcomehomeincorrectquotes]

Set in @iamderp07’s Adopted AU:

Eddie: *shrieking* I’M BREAKING THE WINDOW!

OneStar Operator: Emergency assistance. This is Sunny.

Frank: *seconds away from breaking down himself* H-Hello, we locked our baby in the car and people are judging us!

Eddie: *clumsily lifting a trashcan over his head* I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GONNA BREAK IT!

Frank: *frantically waving Eddie away* Do not break the window you’ll get glass on him!

OneStar Operator: Sir, please tell your wife to relax. Everything is going to be okay.

Frank: That’s a man.

OneStar Operator: Really?!

Eddie: *pressing himself against the car window with tears running down his eyes* DON’T WORRY, WALLY!  WALLY, DADDY’S COMING FOR YOU!

5 year old Wally: *smiles and waves at Eddie obliviously from inside the car*

OneStar Operator: Sir, we sent the signal. The door should be unlocked.

Frank: Check the door! Check the door! Check the door!

Eddie: *tugging at the door* IT’S NOT UNLOCKED- *pop* Oh. Oh...

Frank: *collapses to his knees in relief after seeing that Wally is alright* Oh.

Eddie: *hugs Wally to his chest as he sit beside Frank* That is amazing... How did they do that?

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 26

welcome to the twenty-sixth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. suite on you by @adelfie

Lance feels a little jarred when he sees nothing friendly in the suitemate’s eyes, and then foolish. He scrambles to find something to say. “Do you have any rules?" Keith’s eyes darken. “Yeah. Don’t bother me this semester. Or ever.”

-- Accident-prone Lance McClain learns that his grumpy suitemate, Keith, has one rule: to leave him alone. Lance would really like to follow that rule. Really. But his clumsiness has other plans.

(Or, 5 times Lance bothers Keith and 1 time Keith lets him.)

any fic that uses the Lance is a Ray of Sunshine tag is a fave of mine bc he is. i loved how in this one keith called lance sweet, not like an adjective but as a petname?? anyways it killed me and it made lance melt as you might have guessed. i loved it

2. Shiro, You Ignorant Slut by notverystraight

“I like Keith,” Lance blurted suddenly.

Shiro blinked. “Oh.” Not exactly the revelation he’d been expected. “He likes you, too.”

- In which Shiro accidentally reveals Keith and Lance’s feelings for each other… without even knowing about them in the first place.

god bless fics that write shiro as the dorky dumbass he is. he WOULD be the one to spill the beans without knowing that there are even beans to be spilled. i love him

3. Escalate by demonsushi01 [EXPLICIT]

Day 15. Flustered

5 +1 Fives times in which Lance is flustered by Keith during their relationship, with it steadily shifting from more innocent things as it continues. And one time in which he gets back at Keith.

this mostly isnt explicit, its mostly just klance turning their relationship into a competition lol. they also spend a significant amount of time embarrassing their friends which is excellent

4. Part of Your World by @floranna

Keith sat at the dock, glaring at the water, wearing only his speedos. It was a bright, warm, and sunny day, with slight enough of a breeze to keep the worst of the heat away. Not like Keith cared or anything like that, of course, but…

Everything spelled that it should have been a beautiful, wonderful day, full of wonderful memories, if only that sharp-toothed half fish would actually show up!

happy belated mermay my loves <3 you want klance? teasing and soft and domestic? monstertron? lance with very sharp teeth? keith being very into lance with very sharp teeth? one stop shop babey

5. Hunk’s List of Grievances by @littlecinnamonbunny

Honestly, Hunk deserves better.

or

Five times that Hunk thought he walked in on Lance and Keith doin’ the hanky-panky, and one time he actually did.

this fic made me LAUGH. like literally out loud. let me introduce yall to my favourite part:

And that’s when it happens.

A familiar gloved hand comes into view, pale fingers pushing back Lance’s fringe with a soft groan, and Hunk realizes that Lance's mouth is currently preoccupied and will not be able to respond. But it’s too late because Hunk’s already opened his own mouth to speak.

“Hey Lance, Allura wants to– hoLY F- oh yup okay that’s definitely a dick, goodbye I’m gonna erect myself out of- eject! - eject myself out of the airlock now.”

He turns on his heel and speed walks the fuck out, and even Yellow is sending him questioning concern that tingles the corners of his mind (though it’s tinged with amusement, the filthy traitor) and he ignores Lance’s choking and coughing and swearing.

He also chooses to ignore Keith’s mortified cry of his name along with “wait-!” because no Keith, why the fuck would he wait?!

‘Oh sorry, let me just pause in my desperate attempt at fucking off for a moment so you can remove your genitals from the back of my best friend’s throat and try and convince me that your penis was checking for cavities’.

like holy shit 😭😭 words cannot express how out of pocket this whole fic is like i genuinely cannot read it without smiling

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!  

[pamsimmerstories]

cordelia is there for her ♥

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[cordelia]: i’m back!!

[cordelia]: i brought your favorite, freyfrey

[freya]: when i’m gonna stop crying about this? i miss him, delia.

[cordelia]: i know, frey... but ice cream makes everything better

[cordelia]: it’s chocolate! you love it

[freya]: i do... but... i don’t know

[cordelia]: just a spoon... c’mon!

[freya]: i just wanna throw up... ugh

[cordelia]: because if you are... i swear to got. i’m gonna drag him back here. unless you want to get an abortion... which would be wiser

[freya]: god! no! i’m not pregnant. this situation would be so much worse if i was.

[cordelia]: alright then. good.

[freya]: and don’t yell. grandma will hear you. she wants another great grandchild... if she hears this she would be happy even if i’m still young.

[cordelia]: i don’t think she would, freya. grandma is really old... sometimes i see dad crying because anytime now she’s gonna... die. i don’t like talking about this...

[freya]: i should come here and visit her more. i love grandma so much

[cordelia]: i hate this. i hate losing people. i feel so bad for collin and avery for losing their dad...

[freya]: i know... i hate it, too. i can’t imagine my life without my dad. he’s everything to me. him and mom.

[cordelia]: i know!! my dad is almost an elder... i... let’s just eat.

[freya]: i keep thinking about how avery is feeling...

[cordelia]: i know. but i’m here if you need someone to hug when you’re sad, okay?

[freya]: i know!

[cordelia]: i just wish he was less stupid and didn’t run.

[freya]: me too.

[cordelia]: what do you think we go to the backyard and enjoy this sunny hot day?

[freya]: i don’t know...

[cordelia]: c’mon!! let’s go!

[heckinconfusedparade]

The time Boom Tails “accidentally” kitnapped a tinier brown version of himself (AoSTH Tails!)

Ever since the Mangey Incident, Tails’ brain cells have been vibrating furiously. There’s more of him out there! Maybe they’re interested in forming a squad? Anyway, Tails has spent the better part of his week writing and designing blueprints and schematics for a way to contact other universes safely. He hasn’t been this determined since Sonic challenged him to capture him. His friends are getting worried with the lack of Tails sightings recently. Sonic has been checking in on him frequently, making sure he’s taking care of himself, and lo and behold, the kids fine. Just very focused.

Then, on a bright and sunny morning, it is complete. Tails now has access to the multiverse. Is this a terrible idea? Maybe. Curiosity may one day kill the fox, but it seems to be one of Tails’ lesser worries for some reason.

He slams his info on the database and pulls the lever. There’s a bright flash and when the light fades, there’s a little two tailed brown fox standing on the platform, looking mighty shocked, scared, and confused. Tails cheers “YES IT WORKED!!!” His loud volume startles the little kit. The little is now nervously chewing on one of his tails. Tails realizes his mistake and holds his hands up to calm the lil dude down “I’m sorry for shouting.. I-I’m just so excited my machine worked!” he says softly. The little looks up at him with big ol eyes “who are you? Where am I?” He notices Tails’ namesakes and gasps “you’re like me!” He points at Tails’ Tails. Tails swishes his tails “I am you! But I’m from a different universe, which is where you are now!”

The little fox looks around “where’s Sonic?” Those two words make Tails’ blood run a little cold as he notices how small this kid is. “wait.. how old are you?” Tails asks. The little says “I’m 4 and a half!”

Oh god.

Tails just stole a little kid from his emotional support hedgehog.

Tails inhales, putting his fist to his mouth. He is internally swearing at himself. His expression is worrying the little dude. Tails finally speaks “ok! So uh! Your Sonic is still in your universe-“

“Oh man, Sonics gonna be reeeal mad.. at you!”

“Tell him to get in line. I’m mad at myself already. I’m so sorry.. once this cooldown wares off, I’ll send you home!”

“Ok..”

Tails taps his foot on the wooden floor “so.. what do they call you over there?”

“I’m Tails! Sonic named me!” The little fox seems happy talking about his big brother.

Tails hums “well, we got that in common! But see, that may be an issue. We share the same name, so we could get mixed up!”

The little hops off the platform “let’s go ask your Sonic!”

Tails taps his communicator “Sonic, can you-“

ENTER: SONIC!

Tails scoffs “what took you so long? We need help.”

Sonic blinks “we?” Then he notices the little fox who’s staring up at him with stars in his eyes. “Oh. What’s up lil guy?”

“YOURE SO TALL!! WAY PAST COOL!”

“I like this kid.” Sonic points a thumb at the kit with a smile. Then, a double take, this kid also has two tails. He narrows his eyes and slowly turns to face his Tails “Tails… what did you do?”

Tails smiles nervously and scratches behind his head “so, I may or may not have been inspired by Mangey’s visit to contact other versions of me, and by doing so I might have accidentally kidnapped a 4 year old..”

The look on Sonics face is one to behold. He’s not sure what to feel. “Well, you’re gonna send him back right?”

“Of course! Just..” Tails is being hit with guilt “..the cooldown.”

Sonic takes some deep breaths. He doesn’t want to scold Tails too much, as much as he deserves it, mostly because of the little one.

“Other Sonic? Big me says that because we both’re named Tails it’s gonna be a mega issue!” Little guy speaks up. Tails snaps his fingers “right, that’s what I needed help with! We need to give him a nickname for his nickname!”

Sonic thinks for a moment. Then: lightbulb! “How about..Nugget?”

The idea makes Tails make a weird face. It’s so odd. But the little fox seems to like it “haha! Nugget! I like nuggets they’re delicious!” Nugget is now Nugget approved.

The two take Nugget out to explore the beach to calm his nerves. Nugget runs to the waves to play. Tails and Sonic are keeping a close eye on him to make sure he isn’t swept away into the sea, or a gust of wind takes him away, because he’s just THAT small. Tails notices Amy approaching from afar “Sonic, what do we tell Amy about Nugget?”

“Maybe leave out the kidnapping part?” Sonic says with a small laugh. The situation is getting increasingly amusing to him. Nugget spots her and runs to the two “who’s that?” He asks. “That’s Amy!” Sonic answers, and waves Amy over. Nugget makes a small face of disgust “is she your girlfriend? Eeeww.” He sticks his tongue out. Tails laughs, and Sonic sighs “no. She is not my girlfriend.” Nugget stops looking disgusted “oh ok! My bad!”

Amy waves “what are you two-“ she spots Nugget “…three? Oh my gosh HES SO CUTE!” Amy coos, her heart immediately skipping a beat seeing such an adorable lil man.

“Amy, this is me from another universe, like Mangey. But we’ve decided on renaming this guy Nugget so our names aren’t confused!” Tails explains, a little nervous, hoping the whole kidnapping thing doesn’t slip out.

“Nugget. You named him Nugget.” Amy says.

Sonic gives a thumbs up “yes I did! Ain’t that right, Nugs?”

Nugget giggles “you gave me a nickname for my nickname for my nickname! Groovy! Hi, Lady!”

His little giggles make Amy die of cuteness all over again.

Nugget hops up and down on his toes “I like making new friends!! Sonic is my best friend though! He’s also my mom, my dad, my picket fence, AND my brother!!” Nugget beams happily.

The others certainly weren’t expecting Sonic to be referred to mom or picket fence, so they’re very amused.

Tails adds on “Sonic is my best friend too! He’s also my brother. Knuckles is kinda like my brother too, and Amy and Sticks are like sisters!”

Nugget has stars in his eyes “biiig family! With weird names!”

Knuckles soon pops out from the ground “hey guys!”

Nugget has a wide stance. It’s what he does when he’s shocked. This man just came from the ground!! “A mole!”

“A FOX!!” Knuckles responds in shock.

“An Echidna!” Amy says to Nugget.

“AN ECHIDNA!” Nugget repeats, “what’s an echidna!”

“Me!” Knuckles points his thumb to myself “My name is Knuckles! I am an echidna! Who are you?”

Nugget introduces himself as Nugget.

“Ok Nuggie! Got it!” Knuckles winks at Nugget who is now laughing, “it never ends! I have a nickname for my nickname for my nickname for my nickname for my nickname FOR MY NICKNAME!!”

Knuckles climbs out of the hole and coos “you’re so cute n tiny! Please don’t blow up in my face!

Nugget tilts his head in utter confusion “whyyy would I blow up in your face, mister?”

“Cute things have it out for me sometimes.”

“Oh.”

“Yea.”

Nugget catches someone out the corner of his eye. He has spotted Sticks. Sticks starts running away screaming “NOT ANOTHER TAILS I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE”

Nugget starts flying after her. Sticks starts sprinting “GO AWAY”

“That’s mean!” Nugget says with a frown as he chases her through the air.

“I DONT CARE!!”

“IM GONNA CRY!”

“TOO BAD!”

“WANNA SEE HOW HARD I CAN CRY??”

“N O-“

Nugget starts blasting tears from his eyes in huge sobs. The tears puddle at Sticks’ feet causing her to slip and collide with a bush upside down.

“That was some hard crying.” Sticks says as she gets back on her feet “the names Sticks. If the government asks, I didn’t say nothin.” She extends her hand for Nugget to shake, which he happily takes. Nugget lands back on his feet “I’m Tails! But the other guys have been calling me Nugget!”

Sticks snickers “Lemme guess, Sonic gave you that nickname?”

“Righto!”

The two return to the others. Nugget has tamed the wild Sticks! In fact, he’s holding her hand. She likes this kid. He’s got spunk.

Nugget, in true little kid fashion, has almost forgotten what he was so worried about in the beginning.

Now, there’s a new worry! That worry happens to be the sound of screaming coming from the village. The team sprints over and Eggman is laughing as he unleashes a mechanical mob of bots. The bots are chasing the villagers and tearing apart the ice cream stand and storing the free ice cream for later. Menaces!

Sonic, Amy, Knuckles, and Sticks immediately start fighting back. Tails pulls Nugget somewhere safe.

“Listen, Nugs, I’m not sure how much fighting experience you have, or if you have a Dr. Eggman, but what I do know is that it’s best if you stay here where it’s safe.” Tails flys off wielding a wrench ready to smash a bots head in.

Nugget huffs and crosses his arms, “buzzkill..”

Nugget is a good listener, and listens to Sonic most of the time when he tells him to stay put. Most of the time. Right now, it isn’t Sonic telling him to stay, it’s himself, who is older and wiser than him.

Maybe Nugget should listen..

Nah.

Wouldn’t be an adventure if he stayed put!

Nugget stays out of sight from Team Sonic, but stays within the perimeter of the village setting up traps out of things he finds laying around, and things he summons from thin air. He whistles to attract a bot. When the bot goes for him, it hits a trip wire and a large hammer swings out and sends it flying and crashing into another bot. Some other bots are falling into other traps, like a large rock falling from the sky.

Eggman grips the edge of his Eggmobile “what the heck?? Did you guys make a security system and NOT TELL ME???” he roars. Team Sonic exchange confused glances with each other and the villagers that are hiding in sight.

Nugget reveals himself after the final robot is flung to the heavens. Eggman stutters out a bunch of angry sounds “WHAT IS THIS?? WHY IS THERE AN INFANT ON THE BATTLE FIELD??!!”

Nugget appears to take huge offence to that comment. He’s not a baby! He’s a big boy! He points at Eggman with all the rage his little body holds “EAT. MY. SHORTS.”

“You vile little creature- you’re not even wearing any shorts!”

“You’re ugly!” Nugget yells.

The entire village gasps.

Nugget continues “just leave!! It’d be better if you dipped now and spared yourself the embarrassment!”

Eggman doesn’t know what to say.

Nugget crosses his arms and taps his foot impatiently “iiiimm waaaiitiiiinnng…”

Eggman unhappily takes the cowards route and leaves, not willing to take any more abuse from this 4 year old.

The village and Team Sonic cheer and praise the little Nugget! He gets a free chili dog!

Unfortunately, it’s time for Nugget to go home. He’s had a fun time!

Team Sonic gather around him to say goodbye.

“See ya, Nugs! Tell other me I said hi!” Sonic says.

“You’re a good kid! I’ll miss ya!” Sticks says.

“Stay safe!” Amy says.

“Get out there and kick more robot butt!” Knuckles pumps a fist in the air.

Tails gives Nugget a fist bump and winks at him “til we meet again, little me!”

Nugget waves goodbye and goes home.

. . .

Sonic is frantically running around mobius asking if anyone has seen Tails. Robotnik didn’t have him, which only freaks him out more. What if he got taken by aliens? On his 32nd lap, Sonic spots a bright light, and Tails appearing, waving to the light.

“TAILS!!” Sonic calls out. Tails looks in his direction and the two run towards each other and embrace each other in a tight hug.

Sonic nuzzles his head to the little fox “where were ya, lil bro? You had me scared!”

“I’m sorry, Sonic! But you wouldn’t believe the adventure I had! Oh- by the way! Big Sonic says hi!”

Sonic pulls away from the hug to give his little brother a questioning look “ok, you’ll need to explain that one.”

Tails tells the tale of Sonic Boom.