#wasn’t there an instance that showed like

[edamameimei]

11:11 with you

"And maybe I think that it might be forever"

pairing: megan skiendiel x reader

synopsis:

Being in love with Megan Skiendiel is a lot harder than it sounds. 

You could, however, list a million reasons why it’s also the easiest god damned thing to do, to fall in love with her.

But throughout the years of knowing the Chinese girl, well, it has definitely proven to be really fucking difficult to be in love with your best friend.

mostly fluff! gets kind of angsty near the end, but it has a happy ending i promise. CW: underaged drinking, kissing.

a/n: just want to put out there that this is not a REAL portrayal of the people mentioned in this fic. all events are fictional and are for entertainment purposes only.

wc: 4927

now playing: heaven by maude latour

The first few instances of this shows itself when she basically begs to try a new makeup technique on you, calling you her “test dummy.” 

(“Get it? I’m testing it on you and you’re also a big ole’ dummy”

“Thank you Megan, very cool.”)

That’s how you find yourself being a willing participant in her shenanigans as she situates herself right in front of you with her fingers underneath your chin as she applies an outrageous color of lip liner on your lips. But the way she looks at you with such care, how her own lips are parted as she concentrates on perfecting the technique, no one could ask you for the color of anything because the only thing you see is Megan Skiendiel. With her stupid giggle and stupid dimples that are shaped like whiskers. 

Seriously, how can someone look this perfect?

After a couple of more minutes like this, she pulls away from you and puts the cap of her lipstick back on with a click. She turns around and grabs her mirror, handing it to you. She smiles and you notice it has a hint of nervousness to it. It confuses you sometimes, how unsure of herself she can be in different situations. You sometimes catch her looking at you, as if asking for some sort of reassurance that she was good. And it takes everything in you in those moments to not be honest about your feelings.

You look at yourself in the mirror, happy with what Megan has done. You’re not a makeup person by any means, but you are impressed with the work she has done despite only having seen it once or twice on TikTok. You put the mirror down and you see her looking down at her lap, anxiously biting her lip to hear what you have to say. Without thinking, you lean over, kissing her cheek gently. When you pull away, you giggle at how wide her brown eyes are. She has your lipstick stain on her cheek and you have to hold yourself back from leaving more all over her cute, stupid face. Instead, you place a hand on her shoulder, your eyes full of sincerity. “I love it, Megs. I think I’m eating right now…” The response causes her to laugh loudly and she launches herself at you, hugging you with all the strength she has, which is surprisingly, a lot. You hug her back and you can’t help but think about how cooked you truly are, being in love with your best friend. 

The most inconvenient you find your feelings to be is when she has to be away for long periods of time due to her schedules. 

Not only is being in love with a Global Popstar a thing you struggle with, but also being her best friend comes with its own issues and obstacles. 

This presents itself after a particularly long day of classes and you wish you could at least just call the girl to vent about it. However, you knew Megan would be busy all day filming this and filming that and oh! To also record for this thing she is also doing. You guess she wasn’t kidding when she revealed in her Cosmopolitan interview how it’s not just romance that’s hard to keep up with, but also friendships. When you first read the interview, you couldn’t help but feel a sting to your chest. It made the situation at hand a little too real. It gave you a reality check that you have tried to deny for so long. But as you trudge into your apartment, bags under your eyes, and the weight of your bookbag being a little too much, you begin to realize that Megan might be right. 

Because fuck, you really need your best friend right now. 

You don’t even make it into your room once you walk inside, opting to lay on the couch instead because you just need to be horizontal. You check your watch and realize you only have an hour before you need to get up for your next class that is in a building that is conveniently placed on top of what seems to be the highest point in Los Angeles. 

You know that’s an exaggeration. But when you’re a college student in a walkable city, nothing feels overly exaggerated. That’s truly how it is. 

You take your phone out of your pocket and tap on the Instagram app, wanting to mindlessly scroll and brain rot for a few minutes. The first post that shows up however is the girl that you have been, annoyingly, thinking about since you woke up this morning. It was of her getting ready for one of her many shoots. It still takes you by surprise to see her in this element. Whenever you see the girl in person, she is always wearing one of your sweaters and a pair of sweatpants. The makeup that would adorn her face would either be nonexistent or was something she had on all day and was just too lazy to take off before coming to see you. But her Instagram posts were always something to behold. 

Something that would cause you to stare for a lot longer than you should. 

But right now, with the way your heart aches just to hear the girl’s voice, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit bitter over her most recent post. You swipe out of the app and go to your messages. The good morning text you sent this morning still has gone unanswered and for some reason it sends you into a spiral in your mind. The crush you have on Megan Skiendiel is such a waste of time. 

It’s 7 PM when you finally, finally finish with classes for the day and the one thing you want more in this world is just to sleep. All the homework and projects assigned be damned for one night. The campus library was already calling your name and you knew you would had to have answered it some point this week. The moment you walk into your apartment, you drop your bookbag onto the floor next to the door and make a beeline towards your room. You don’t even change out of your outside clothes before plopping onto your bed with a sigh, but you quickly jump when you hear a loud “ow!” come from underneath you. You sit up, wide eyed as you see a lump move around underneath your covers. 

The lump pops out, revealing to be Megan. The first thing you notice is her hair. No longer ginger, but back to the dark hair she had when you two first met. When things were more simple. When things felt a little less hard. You notice the pink in her bangs and at the ends of her hair and you watch as her face falls slightly when she sees you staring at her new look. She unconsciously moves her hands to her hair, playing with the tinges of pink. Your eyes soften, realizing she might have started feeling insecure. You scoot closer to her, reaching over to touch the pink that dyes her bangs. You tilt your head, any past negative thoughts about your relationship with Megan immediately leaving as you look at your best friend. 

You whisper, quietly, “you’re so beautiful.” 

As always, when you compliment her, she wraps her arms around you. She nuzzles her head into the crook of your neck, mumbling a “thank you,” as she holds you tightly. You wrap your own arms around her, resting your chin on top of her head as you rub her back gently. You notice at some point, she might have raided your closet again because she is currently wearing one of your sweaters. You’re about to make fun of her for it, make a comment about how she already has a million of your sweaters, but she whispers into your neck, her breath felt against your skin. “I’ve missed you all day… All I wanted to do was talk to you…” 

For some reason, her words hit you a lot harder than you anticipated. 

Because, at the end of the day, Megan is still Megan. Your best friend. Your person. 

Being in love with your best friend always finds itself to be difficult when others catch onto your feelings. Especially her groupmates. 

It’s only natural for them to be observant of your friendship with the girl, it would only make sense. The other five girls spend every waking moment with each other, it would be surprising if they didn’t have a single idea when it came to how you felt about their Chinese member. But it still catches you off guard when one day, while Megan went out to grab something for dinner for you two to share that night, the girls sit you down in their living room to set up what could only be deemed an “intervention.” They presented it at first as a quick game of Mario Kart or Overcooked, but once you make yourself comfortable on the couch, the girls sit around you, expectant looks in all their eyes. 

“Um… Hi?” You say, placing one of the Switch controllers down onto the coffee table in front of you. Lara smirks at you and you just know where this was going. You try to get up, making an excuse to go to the bathroom, but Manon grabs your leg. She gives you a look as if to say, “be so serious.” You sigh, knowing you’re in for a very long talk. 

“You and Megan have been friends for a while…” Sophia starts with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her statement causes you to shrug, looking away to avoid her eyes. “Yeah.. She’s my best friend…” Daniela raises an eyebrow and speaks up, “is it… Just that?” 

You let a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of your head. You shrug again. “I mean… Yeah… What else would it be?” Lara scoffs at your response, placing a hand on your knee and looking at you with a serious look in her eyes. “What else would it be, Y/n?” 

And you don’t know what to say because she’s right. What else would it be? That awful feeling in your chest whenever you see Megan, whenever you see a text from her, or whenever you simply think about her during a boring lecture? What other explanation is there for the way you look at the Chinese girl when you’re together doing something as simple as just talking about your days or how one of your exams went? 

There is no use in denying it because all of the signs were there; you’re in love with Megan. 

The way you look down at your lap, fiddling with the bottom of your sweater, tells the girls all they needed to know. The front door opens and you snap your head up to see Megan with the bag of takeout for the two of you. She smiles widely upon seeing you, placing the bags on the counter before running over to you with her arms outstretched. She jumps onto you, effectively causing you to lay back onto the couch as she lays ontop of you, arms wrapped around you. She nuzzles her face into your neck, sighing in content. You look over at the girls who are still looking at you. Their faces hold a knowing look and you glare, silently telling them to shut up. There is no possible way you could tell Megan how you feel. And to risk losing her this close to you? Not a chance.

Competing with the whole world for her attention is another thing that you find yourself tripping over, especially when Megan begins to become friends with more well-known influencers and songwriters. 

You are just a person she met at a random Los Angeles party a few years back. The party was held by a mutual friend and the only thing the friend could tell you about Megan was that she was an amazing dancer. And looking back on it now, your friend really underestimated her words because holy fuck there is more to Megan than what your friend lead on that night. 

But now, her contacts are filled with well-known people from all parts of Los Angeles. She knows big named people, people who could be recognized in the streets. Sometimes, she’d tell you about a party that she’s attending and how insert celebrity would be there. 

You’re not jealous by any means. One, there’s no real reason to be because Megan is just a naturally kind person who loves to make friends with everyone. It’s not surprising how easy it is for people to want to flock to the Chinese girl. She’s alluring and quite down to Earth. Her personality is so big and unique that it only takes a couple of words to fall in love with her. 

You, from personal experience, would know that. 

And two, you don’t have the right to be jealous of the people Megan hangs out with. You’re only her best friend. Nothing more, nothing less. 

But one night, she invites you to a party being thrown by one of her best friends from Dream Academy. She tells you how there would be some celebrities coming and some of the other Dream Academy contestants. It gives you anxiety, meeting all of these new people when you’re just a regular college student, but who could say no to an invite like this? You’d be crazy to turn it down. 

And that’s how you find yourself sitting on the couch inside of a stranger’s house, sipping on a drink that was made by Daniela and slightly overstimulated by the loud music playing all throughout the house. You were never a huge party person, only ever going out every once in awhile with your own friends from your university. But the vibes this time around felt different and you aren’t really sure if it’s because it’s Megan’s friends or you’re just really fucking awkward around new people. 

At some point, Megan was pulled away by her old Dream Academy friends, leaving you alone on the couch while awkwardly sipping on the concoction that was currently in your cup. You’re about to get up to find Daniela or Lara but someone decides to sit next to you, ending your moment of isolation. You recognize the girl to be Danielle Marsh, one of the new up and coming artists in the Los Angeles pop music scene. You’ve seen her on TikTok a couple of times and you’re pretty sure she has hung out with the Katseye girls once or twice. The awkwardness you felt prior grows, especially when she extends her hand towards you. She smiles at you widely. “Danielle.” You nod your head, grabbing her hand to shake it gently. “Y/n…” She smiles even wider and lets go of your hand. She looks at you with a small, teasing smile. “You looked like you could use some company.” Her comment causes you to chuckle and you nod, not even trying to hide how silly you looked alone on the couch. “Yeah… I appreciate it.” A conversation between you two ensues and you find it very easy to talk to Danielle. 

She’s funny, pretty, and her accent is very nice to listen to. You’re not sure how long you and her talk for, but at some point, her hand finds a spot on your knee and stays there for the remainder of the conversation. Everytime you make her laugh, she pushes your shoulder playfully, leaning in close every once in a while so you can hear her response over the loud music. You’re in the middle of telling her a story when Megan shows back up, two cups in her hands and an expression on her face that you’ve never seen before. She looks at Danielle with a small smile. “Hey! Can I talk to Y/n real quick?” She doesn’t even wait for the other girl to respond, quickly setting down the drinks in her hands before pulling you up from the couch. 

Megan pulls you outside towards the back patio and you are immediately welcomed by the cool air after being in such a warm environment for so long. It’s relaxing until Megan lets go of your hand and looks at you with an unreadable expression. You look at her, a curious look in your eyes. “Are you okay?” She crosses her arms and avoids your eyes. “You looked really cozy with Danielle.” For a moment, you couldn’t tell if the reply was more of a statement or a question. You heard a chuckle behind her words, but you couldn’t help but notice a bite to them. As if she was accusing you of something. But you shrug it off, blaming it on what could be the alcohol you consumed earlier. You look at Megan and try to lighten the mood with a playful tone. “Yeah? You think we were vibing?” You bump your shoulder with Megan’s and she only rolls her eyes in response, keeping her arms crossed. 

“I guess you could say that…” Her voice is quiet and your playful energy is immediately replaced with concern. You place a hand on her shoulder and frown. “What’s wrong?” Megan shrugs you off and now you know for a fact that something must be really wrong because when has she ever pushed away any form of physical contact? You look at her, your brows furrow in confusion. Megan continues avoiding your eyes as she speaks, “I didn’t think she was your type…” The statement causes you to raise an eyebrow. “I mean… I don’t know. She’s cute.” Megan nods, her expression still unreadable and it drives you crazy. You don’t know why it feels so weird to be around Megan right now, it’s never weird. 

You look down at your feet, biting your lip. “Is that a problem? That I find her cute?” It’s silent. Megan doesn’t respond right away, just standing in front of you with her arms crossed. When you look back up, you see a small pout on her lips and it takes everything in you to not kiss it off of her. You’re not sure why your best friend is so upset and you hate to think you’re the reason behind it even if you don’t know why you would be. However, Megan’s response to your question makes your heart ache. It makes your lip tremble and for some reason, you want to runaway and cry. 

Because, of course, you’re met with reality once again. 

“Why would that be a problem? We’re not dating or anything.” 

Megan Skiendiel has never fallen in love someone before in her life. 

She has had crushes here and there. She has a set of working eyes, of course she has found many people attractive. But when she meets you. 

Oh, she is smitten. 

It’s not a big deal at first. Like many of her crushes in the past, she made it her mission to get to know you. Once you two exchanged numbers at that fateful party, there was never a day where you two weren’t talking. She always made an effort to talk to you, always sending you memes or selfies of herself throughout the day. She made sure to ask how you’re doing and always asked about your day. Throughout these little text conversations, Megan found herself needing more. Texts and phone calls weren’t ever enough, she needed your presence. 

First, it starts with asking if you wanted to go on a late night drive. 

She is basically jumping up and down for joy in the Dream Academy dorms when you first accepted the invitation, nearly tripping over herself to get her shoes on. Soon, those drives turned into a weekly tradition with either you or her driving. She wouldn’t admit it, but she loved when you offered to drive. She often loved being your passenger princess, admiring you from the passenger seat and adoring the way your features would become illuminated by lamp posts you’d drive by. This tradition evolved into her coming over to your apartment every once in a while just to hang out.

She loves watching you work on assignments for school. You would sit in front of your laptop on your bed, writing things down in your notebook. She would watch the way you push up your glasses on your face sometimes, finding your furrowed brows to be adorable in every single way possible. She loves that you don’t shy away from her touchy personality, always needing to be close to you. If you take too long studying, she would scoot closer to you just to wrap her arms around your waist. Her head would rest against your back and that would be enough. 

When her crush on you begins to evolve into something much more, she tries her best to be less than subtle with how she feels. 

She would constantly shower you with affection, always complimenting you and giving you gifts from the places she’d travel to. She loves to steal your sweaters and wear them to practice because it’s as if you’re right there with her, even on the hardest days. Megan desperately wanted you to see her the way she saw you. At some point, she started to post photos on Instagram solely for you to comment on. If she did her hair a certain way that day and she knew you complimented her on it in the past, there would be a million selfies of herself in her phone with that hairstyle because she knows you like it. 

She loves even after her debut, you are still a constant in her life. These days, you’re almost always at the Katseye house, your absence more unusual than anything. And that’s why, after the party you two attended, and you haven’t been seen at the house in weeks, Megan begins to have a sickening feeling in her chest. After that night, she couldn’t help but notice a change in your behavior. You aren’t answering her texts as quickly and everytime she tries to call, you come up with excuse after excuse. It drives Megan crazy and for the first time since realizing it, she begins to understand just how hard it is to be in love with your best friend. 

So, when Megan has had enough of you avoiding her, she decides to take matters into her own hands. 

It’s 2 AM and you wake up to banging on your front door. You sit up, your heart beating out of your chest and very afraid because what the hell? You scramble out of bed, clumsily grabbing your glasses off of your nightstand and trying to find the baseball bat you keep tucked away behind your bed just in case. You grip it tightly as you tiptoe out of your room, looking around to make sure the assailant hasn’t found their way into your apartment. As you get closer to the door, you hear the banging again and it causes you to jump. You mumble a curse under your breath, leaning up to look into your peephole. You widen your eyes when you see Megan standing there looking rather pissed off. 

You place the baseball bat next to the door and unlock it quickly. When you open the door, the words you originally prepared to say become stuck in your throat when you are face to face with how upset Megan looks. It’s an emotion she has been feeling for the last two weeks and you had no idea because you’ve been avoiding her. And she knows you’re avoiding her because when Megan texted you the day before, asking to go on a late night drive, you left her message on read and proceeded to post on your Instagram story. 

So yeah. Megan was fucking furious. 

You look at Megan, the sleep still evident in your eyes. You wipe your eyes when you notice how red Megan’s eyes are and your heart drops when you begin to realize that you could very much be the reason for it. You open your mouth to say something but Megan beats you to it, immediately stepping into the apartment. Her lips are trembling and she knows her voice is shaking but she doesn’t care— she just wants to know what the fuck is going on.

“What’s your problem?” She speaks softly, but the hard look in her eyes tells you everything. Megan is upset with you. Megan knows there’s something going on and you can’t runaway this time. You’ve been cornered and you know this could be the end of everything. You feel like the world is going to end. You’re going to lose Megan and you can’t do anything about it.

You take a sharp breath and look down at your feet. There’s a silence between the two of you. When you look up, you see Megan crying and it breaks your heart even more. Since the Chinese girl came into your life, you swore you would do everything in your power to make sure she is happy. You would do everything to make sure Megan gets everything she deserves because she is just so… good. She is the good that the world needs. She is everything and more and you do not deserve her in the slightest. 

So, without another second thought, you kiss her. If this would be the last time you would ever see Megan, you would want her to know that at least one person in this world loves her unconditionally. Someone in this world knows her completely, through and through. You kiss her as if to tell her you know her favorite color, you know her favorite songs, you know how she prefers her coffee in the mornings and how she still sleeps with her stuffed animal that was given to her from her mother when she was just a baby. 

But what you don’t expect is the way Megan wraps her arms around you, pulling you close. You don’t expect the way Megan responds, kissing you back. She kisses you and silently tells you that she also knows your favorite color, she also knows your favorite songs, she knows what type of flowers you like and she also knows you like the back of her own hand. You feel Megan grip your shirt as if you would be the one to disappear. And you find it so ridiculous because why is Megan worried about something so silly, something so absurd. Why would you ever leave Megan? After all this time? 

You pull away, looking at Megan. You search for any discomfort in her eyes but you only see them twinkling with happiness. You watch as Megan giggles, looking away shyly and it makes your heart burst with affection. Your worries disappear when Megan doesn’t make a move to pull away. She stays in your arms as if it’s where she has always belonged. You speak first, your voice slightly shaky. 

“I really like you. Like, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.” 

Megan bites her lip at your words and it only causes her to giggle more. You pull her closer, leaning your head down to bury your face in the girl’s shoulder. You mumble, “why are you laughing?” Megan shakes her head, running her hand through your hair. She whispers, her voice full of so much love that it overwhelms you completely. 

“I’ve… Had the biggest crush on you for so long…” 

You kiss her again as if your life depended on it. The sigh that escapes her lips, the way her hands tangle in your hair makes falling in love with your best friend a little more worth it.

While being in love with Megan Skiendiel is hard, being in a relationship with her makes up for it completely. 

You sit at her desk, scrolling through your TikTok as you wait for the girl to get done getting ready for the date you two planned earlier this week. You look up at your girlfriend and you can’t help the smile on your face when you think about just how lucky you are. 

You don’t even care how lovestruck you look in this moment. All Megan is doing is her makeup and to you, it’s the most riveting thing you could watch. She notices you staring through the mirror and it causes her to giggle softly, turning around as she applies her lipstick. She looks at you with an amused expression. “It’s rude to stare, you know?” You roll your eyes at her statement, getting up from the chair to walk over to her. You place your hands on her waist, resting your chin on her shoulder as you watch her continue getting ready. 

She smiles warmly at you through the mirror and leans down, kissing your forehead. When she pulls away, she covers her mouth to stifle her giggles. You look in the mirror to see a very present lipstick mark and it causes you to smile goofily. You pick your head up, tapping your cheek expectantly. “I think you missed a spot…” Megan rolls her eyes in response, grabbing the collar of your shirt to bring you closer, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. 

Before she pulls away, she kisses your face two more times and leaves a quick peck on your lips before smiling at you with that sweet smile and her sweet whiskered dimples. “So… I saw Danielle commented on your recent on Instagram…” 

“Megan, are you forreal?”

a/n: hiii just wanted to drop a megan au bc why not. i'm currently working on a pt. 2 for 'do i wanna know' so that will be coming sometime soon. as always, would love to hear ur thoughts and requests are open! hope u all enjoyed this as much as i liked writing it <3333

[inlovergirl]

Figure You Out

Watched the sonic movie and came out with a new little interest. This is kind of based on the song Figure You Out by VOILA

Shadow didn’t get it. He just didn’t get it. No matter how he tried to reason it out, it never worked. While he downright refused to admit it, the thought relentlessly invaded his mind. Every interaction he saw between you and Sonic was... infuriatingly wrong. It started out unintentionally, he was an observant person, that's what he told himself. The confusion in your face when he claimed something that wasn’t true.

He watched from afar of course, his jaw tense and gaze unyielding. The Blue Faker wasn’t very aware, but for some sick reason you didn’t seem to mind. Maybe it was because you’re trying to be nice. Today, for instance, Sonic had brought you flowers, a lovely gesture on the surface. All Shadow saw was the wrong kind of flowers, in the wrong colour. How did he know? A conversation played in his mind as he watched you kindly accept the flowers.  

“Hey there! You guys wouldn’t happen to have (f/c) (f/f)?”  

“Shipment comes in next week hun, we’ll save some for you though!” 

He’s disgusted with himself with the way he memorized how your eyes lit up at the shop owner���s response. It stuck with him nonetheless. As did the completely wrong flowers you’re now holding. He scoffed to himself for such a waste of time this was. But as he walked, a sickeningly good idea struck his mind. A flare of pride bubbling in his chest.  

You breathed a sigh of relief as you shoved your door open, hands full of bags. Days like these took more out of you than you’d like to admit. A certain high-energy hedgehog demands quite a bit of attention, but you cherished your friends more than anything. Thats why when Sonic ran up to you with flowers claiming they were your favorite, you thoughtlessly agreed with him. You chuckled to yourself as you picked up said flowers, its the thought that counts right?  

But when you look for your vase to put them in, you were met with a small surprise. A cluster of (f/c) (f/f) were sitting there, gleaming in the sunlight. You were 100% sure those weren’t there when you left this morning, huh. You eyed them suspiciously, no note, and nothing else looked remotely out of place. As skeptical as you were about how these got into your home, you couldn’t wipe a small smile from your face every time you looked at them.  

“I guess we’re gonna have to find you another place to be,” you said to the flowers in your hand. Little did you know, Shadow was watching with a triumphant smirk. He ignored the feeling your smile invoked, shoving it down before it could infect him. And just like that he had a mission. To show you that he could figure you out better than that incompetent speedster.  

[crimsonteaaddict]

CW: dubc0n, kidnapping?, easily upset mershark, anger?, near drowning

You always had an affinity for sharks. Mersharks in particular, but you didn’t want to say it out loud, I mean look at their tails, smooth to the touch showing off every muscle, strong and alluring, but admitting you saw the big strong men (and women too if you’re into them) and their big strong tails as a little more than just cool is what held you back from admitting your apparent attraction.

You held back so much that you accidentally scoffed in “disinterest” at the mershark you had been returning to this exact beach to sneak glances over the past months because your friends were with you and would most definitely think you were a freak if they knew the thoughts the large rough man made you have. You even rolled your eyes a little. He didn’t like that, and snarled clasping a rough hand around your wrist and yanking you from the rock you sat on having a picnic with your friends. Apparently either jealousy or want had finally allowed him to approach the human who was clearly interested over the past months, and now here you were acting as if the subtle flirting and stolen glances hadn’t been happening. (to be touched on in a short)

This asshole, a very attractive asshole, had pulled you from the rocks you were having a picnic on with your friends into the rough cold ocean. Cold filled your lungs immediately, as your skin stung from the rush of water, more-so than the rush from simply falling in, and if the rough muscular arms that wrapped around you had any say in the matter you would think he was darting through the water. Sadly you were a little discombobulated to fully put that together. Before you could continue to struggling for air, before you could cause yourself to drown, the water that was going to fill your lungs again once you coughed turned into air. Relief filled you as you cleared your lungs, they ached from the panicked gasp of water you had taken. A cave surrounded you as your eyes stung, then sharp eyes looked back at you. You continued to struggle to breathe and in an instant a mouth was on yours easing the aching pain of your lungs, making the water lighter and the pain lessen.

He had eyes of blue-steel which seemed to be studying you after the kiss ended. You began paddle trying to keep yourself up as he released you, but you felt your foots hit a rock and realized you could stand. He watched carefully before in the blink of an eye he was gone. The shark that had abducted you, and kissed you, left you in a cave that you couldn’t safely exit considering as you looked around more the only exit was either the black water, or a super small skylight above.

What did he want with you! Why do this?

Hours passed (maybe?) and the sun began to set or at least moved so it wasn’t creating war, patches through the small sky light anymore as you shivered on a rock in the cave confused. You heard the noise of moving water almost having him be revealed right in front of you in the same instance.

“Eat.” he demanded his voice a deep timber surprisingly in a language you understood. He placed a plastic bag with a sandwich in it at one side and a dead fish at the other (the sandwich being one from earlier that day) as if to say “your choice”. You shuddered but not from the choice, instead from the sickness you were sure to come down with from being left damp in a cold cave for what felt like an hour or more but could have been a handful of minutes, you weren’t exactly sure what time it was when he snatched you.

He noticed your shivers and his jaw ticked. He watched you expectantly for a moment before pushing away and swimming about in sharp movements lost in thought finally abruptly swimming back to you before his two hands wrapped around your ankles causing your body to lock up. Not again, you wouldn’t let him pull you under again and he didn’t, snorting at your reaction before his reaction went from amusement to something softer “let me warm you human,” he said his eyes narrowing “unless you would like to keep pretending?” He had the gall to smirk at you. This fucker actually smirked at you after dragging you under and almost drowning you then leaving you abandoned in this god forsaken cave. You suppose your scoff had pissed him off quite a bit, but mersharks weren’t exactly known for having a good temperament, not because they were sharks but because of the man in them. If you didn’t know better you would actually assume there was something up his ass with his reaction to your behaviour today.

He had taken the chance to call you out on your reaction to his approach earlier, and you were mad enough about everything else that you wouldn’t admit it “Pretending?” You scoffed, apparently the answer to his question was yes, you would like to keep pretending. To be fair you were pissed off, and weren’t the only one who could be described as a brat between the two of you.

“Pretending you don’t come back to the same spot to watch me swim every few sunrises.” He offers as if he hadn’t begun coming back to the beach to secretly watch you as well doing a much better job hiding his arousal and attention than you. Your cheeks heat instantly becoming icy again as you shiver. He scoffs, letting go of you and using his upper body strength to hoist himself onto the rocks pushing the food aside gently and smoothly pushing your legs open as he turned and leaned his back between them. He rested his head back on you looking up at you in playful manner. “let me show you what I can do guppy.” He offered his boyish smile showing off his wicked sharp teeth. This mershark was going to be the death of you. “Promise I’ll make it more than good for you.” He added hoisting your legs over his his shoulders still seated.

If you didn’t like sharks you wouldn’t know why he was interested, female shark ladies were players, and sometimes didn’t even need a man, so this particular shark man must have decided you were the best option to spread his genes in, that or all the flirting you had spent the past months subtly plying on through your suddenly missing language barrier had got him all work up. Whether or not he was aware if you even could bear his offspring for one reason or another was a topic for a different time.

To say you didn’t want him to fuck you warm would be a lie… sharks didn’t mate for life but he’d been hunting you as much as you’d been hunting him, and fuck you warm he would you realized as you studied him for a bit longer. Moving his hand up to your outer thighs and ducking he pulled you over his shoulders onto his lap grinding his slit up words into you as he shredded the bottom of your bathing suit. You yelped In surprise and felt shark teeth graze your neck as he groaned. “So fucking good for me guppy.” You made a noise of indignation and a he laughed “or you will be” he roamed his rough hands over your body . His hard aching cock finally slapped out of the slit crashing against you and causing a moan to barrel out.

“so fucking perfect, perfect little fuck toy.” He rubbed himself up into you bitting down on you neck somewhat gently not breaking skin as he pinched a nipple with one hand rolling it in his fingers while his other began to test how ready you were to take him. Apparently ready enough because after that he slipped in ripping a moan from you and began.

His thrusts were hard and hungry and the cold completely faded, even as he lowered you both into the water to allow himself more motion, you didn’t find yourself cold to encompassed in his hunger. Even as he brought you to an orgasm and emptied himself into you, you didn’t feel cold, sore but warm and completely at the mercy of him.

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

A Cluster of Burning Stars - Chapter Five

in which Rouge fistfights an Eight-Year-Old

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Tails was good at sneaking around. He’d had to do it a lot growing up, when he wanted to swipe food without a hassle or get from Point A to Point B without running into any of the other kids. Then, once Robotnik destroyed his island, he’d had plenty of practice with breaking in-and-out of all kinds of places, as well as staying hidden under intense pressure. He was always a fast learner, and just one or two mistakes that ended in close calls or charred tails were enough for him. He was working on holographic projection technology to work as a disguise, or perhaps a temporary invisibility, but they weren’t ready yet. It didn’t matter; GUN was not hard to sneak around in. The problem with the military was that they desperately needed everything to be in order all the time. All their soldiers uniform, all their movements predictable. Maybe it made organization easier, but it also made them easy as hell to exploit. Just a quick hack into their systems taught him all their camera movements, for instance. And he could always tell which of the cameras was perched highest, so he could carefully, very carefully, edge his way over to that one, moving his tails as slowly and silently as possible, keeping to the shadows and narrowing his eyes to bare slits so the whites didn’t shine against whatever lit his way. 

He didn’t have to stay slow during this mission, at least. Robotnik wasn’t subtle in his attacks, and so he could hide inside clouds of smoke and bounce from hall-to-hall without worrying about making sounds over the blaring alarms. Chaos, he wished he’d brought earplugs. Probably not a good thing to wear during an attack, but for temporary relief… 

No. He didn’t get to have “temporary” relief. Not when half the world was on fire at any given time. Not when he could do something about it. 

He came to a forked hallway, and perched atop the highest camera. Not that he needed to bother; Robotnik had probably shot them all out anyway, if the shattered glass on the floor meant anything. Tails glanced down the three routes, considering. With his luck, they probably each chose one path to go down. He just hoped that when Knuckles showed up, he’d figure out which one to follow Robotnik through… who was he kidding, Knuckles absolutely wouldn’t. He’d take a random option and go for it. Which only gave him a one-in-three chance of following through with the plan. 

Okay, Tails, think. That’s what you do best.

After a moment, Tails went over the layout of the base in his mind. The left hall would lead to the cargo bay, where he needed to go. But which direction would Robotnik… 

Whichever direction has the most damage going down. He didn’t know much about Shadow, but he didn’t seem like a messy guy. There was quite a bit of wall damage down the right hall… so that was where the Doctor had gone. 

Tails leapt for that hall, grabbing a pipe from the ceiling and yanking it down. He wasn’t quite as strong as Knuckles, but it was already quite weak from whatever the Robo-Walker had done, and it bent with a loud creak. A decent signal that Knuckles would understand. Probably understand. He was a bit of a doofus sometimes. 

Still, Tails had his own job to do. He flew down the left hall, this time having to actually pay attention to his camera-hopping and shadow-chasing, as the area was significantly less damaged. When he heard a pounding of footsteps, he spun himself flat up against the ceiling, pushing into the shadows as deep as possible as several GUN robots tore down the hall. They completely missed the fox above them; while it gave Tails a nice boost of confidence, he was realistic enough to know that meant they could’ve missed quite a bit while heading this direction. Which would mean more trouble for him down the line. 

He also noted to himself, as he started off again, that with the lack of humans in the area, they must have evacuated last night. Good. Now he could crash whatever he wanted without anyone yelling at him about “casualties.” 

But after a few hall turns, he managed to make it to the cargo hold. He waited beside the doorway for a while, listening carefully, until he heard a whooshing pass through the air. Some kind of hovercraft? Or maybe a flying mobian. Whatever it was, it just passed, so Tails took the opportunity to poke his head in. 

Giant boxes, most of them bigger than he was, lined the walls, and several metal squares and large cages held a pillar towards the back of the room, above multiple podiums and the occasional churning floor-fan. Multiple tracks pushed through the center pillar, rolling boxes back and forth; right near a top track was a white-and-purple shape. Definitely a winged mobian, the purple shapes were flapping in turn with an expected hovering pattern. After a moment, it flew over to a hangar claw, grabbing onto it as it pulled the figure upwards through the ceiling. 

Tails narrowed his eyes, before immediately leaping outwards and circling his tails, getting ready to follow. When he heard a huff, though, he dropped beneath a track, pushing up against the metal until he saw the figure fly down past him, something shiny and red in her hands. 

Bingo.

He only saw the figure for a moment, but he marked all observations in his head, jostled them for a second, then put them in order: White fur. Large ears. Bat. Female. Teenager, maybe young adult. Her eyes were too focused on the emerald to notice him. That was her mistake. 

After a moment of glancing around, she flew up into another doorway, and Tails wasted no time in following. He peered up into a second hangar, where she was already dropping onto a wooden box, throwing herself down with a forceful enough kick to shatter the wood. With nothing inside, she moved onto the next box, and the next, until the lavender emerald spilled out. 

“Finally,” she said, eyes glimmering. 

But as she reached for it, Tails catapulted himself forwards, gripping tight onto the shining gem, before spinning and using his free hand to steady himself against the floor as he skidded several feet away from the shocked bat. 

“Thanks for the find!” Tails said. 

“Give that back, kid!” she jumped for him, and he ducked and spun, landing against a large barred wall, which he quickly scampered up. He reached back into his tails, depositing the emerald in his fluff and pulling out one of his blasters. He shot towards her, but she swiftly dodged and flew into the air, letting out a growl. 

“You snooze, you lose.” Tails shrugged, before launching himself off the wall. “Now hand over the other one.” 

“Sorry,” she rolled her head back, and then cracked her knuckles. “I don’t deal with toddlers.” In response, Tails shot at her again. She swiftly dodged, and then shouted, “Okay, what is wrong with you?”

“I don’t have time for games.” Tails shrugged. “Emerald. Now.”

“Okay, technically,” the bat sighed, dramatically gesturing and flicking her ears, “It’s red, so it’s a bixbite. Nobody ever gets that right.”

“Nobody cares. Now hand it over. The good Doctor’s lost his gemstone privileges.” 

She put her hands on her hips. “What makes you think I’m working for the Doctor?”

“You walked in with him.”

“...okay, fair. But I have my reasons.”

“Wanna explain, or should I shoot you again?” 

“Right.” her eyes narrowed. “Guess we’re doing this.” 

She turned, spun, and kicked him in the back of the head.

---

Tails’s direction to Knuckles worked wonders; soon as he saw the heavily-damaged hallway, he presumed that was where Robotnik had gone, and took off running at top speed. He sure wasn’t as fast as Sonic– he laughed at the idea as he turned a bend– but dodging badniks for the last couple years had really kept his leg strength up. After just a minute or two, he heard the loud crashing and zapping of GUN bots, and he dropped low, listening closely to the sounds of the fight. It sounded like it was heading this way… but wouldn’t Robotnik be heading farther inward? To get the emeralds? Why would the fight be coming closer to him?

No, that was definitely Robotnik. He heard his voice, shouting something at the robots. He shook his head to clear it, then listened again.

“Go ahead and set them off. Fifteen minutes should be quite enough time.” 

Fifteen minutes for what? Didn’t matter. Knuckles could take Robotnik down in five. 

Probably. 

He slid out past the bend, cracked his hands, and said, “Hey, Doc! Causing problems without me?” 

Robotnik, standing among several GUN-walkers, glanced back at the echidna. He groaned, and spoke into his communicator, “Hold on, delay that action.” 

“Too late.” 

“Fine. I’ll have to deal with this quickly.” 

Knuckles didn’t wait for another quip before leaping into the fray. He jumped atop a GUN robot, punched down into its head, and used it to push himself farther towards the Robo-Walker. Robotnik managed to dodge him, annoyingly, but he just spun and kicked off the wall before going for him again. 

With most badniks, Knuckles could punch through them easy. He knew the robo-walkers would be harder; Robotnik liked to make sure anything he himself would be inside of was as sturdy as humanly possible. But that just made attacking it all the more fun. 

---

Tails did a spin mid-air before turning and firing again. He and the bat had spent most of their fight darting around the top of the hangar, but eventually had started darting down halls, as the bat seemed interested in getting out of the building. Tails would prefer to stay inside, actually; he could fly long-distance, yes, but not as well as a winged mobian. He liked having his opponents in a closed space, where it was easier to see and hit them. 

The first time he’d fought back against a bully, it’d been the Armada. They were looking for the chaos emeralds, and ripping up the land around them as they did. Tails had preferred the forest to the villages, so he took personal offense to that and started using those bombs he’d been figuring out how to build. The birds were easier to hit when they were enclosed, he’d found. And then when Robotnik appeared, he found that the badniks weren’t very good in small spaces. They needed a lot of room to move, but Tails was small, and all he needed was enough room to shoot or stab or claw. Knuckles liked fighting in the open, so Tails would take most of the “indoor missions.” Which meant he was in his element here, and he would like if the bat didn’t manage to get outside the building. 

He must’ve been too lost in his thoughts, because the bat managed to get a solid kick in, sending him several feet back. She flew at him again, and he ducked, spun, and grabbed onto her back, crashing them both onto the floor. The bat kicked up, slamming against his tail with her heel, and he flinched back, giving her the opportunity to roll over, knock the gun out of his hands, and pin him down. 

“The hell is wrong with you, kid?” she hissed. 

“Right now? My main problem is I don’t have enough bombs.” he smirked.

“Tracks with what I know about you. Battle Bird Kid?”

“Aw, is that what people are callin’ me?” 

“They’re calling you a lot of things.” 

“People always have.” Tails kept eye contact with her, smirking and trying to draw her attention away from his left tail, which was reaching upwards towards her wings. “But I’m afraid I don’t know any of your names.”

“Just one. Rouge.” 

“Nice to meet you,” Tails said. “Now get off.” 

His tail hooked around the base of her wing, yanking it back hard enough to make her shout. Tails let go, kicked her in the chest, and reached into his tails to grab a second gun. The bat recovered extremely quickly, and was in front of him just as he raised it, grabbing the barrel and pulling it down. For a moment, they tried to wrestle over it, but Tails could quickly surmise that the older bat would probably overpower him here. So instead, he let go, stomped on her foot, and tackled her. They landed hard on the ground again, and she kicked him up into the air, slamming his back hard against the ceiling. As he started to fall, he spun his tails and whooshed up to position himself atop a camera. She flared her wings, and he immediately began flying farther back into the building.

She followed him for a minute or so, attempting to pull him down or knock the emerald out of his tails, but after a second, she hissed. “I don’t have time for this,” and started to turn around. 

Now, Tails wasn’t about to deal with that. He side-checked her, knocking the two of them through an open doorway and into another hangar. She grabbed his bangs and yanked him back, before throwing him forwards. Tails spun to look at her, which was a mistake; he didn’t realize what she was throwing him at until he landed hard against a barred wall. He hissed as a jolt of cold pain shot into his back, one of his tails instinctively curling around the bar to try and steady him. Rouge did a spin and a kick towards him, and he barely got out of the way before landing with a thud on the ground. 

As soon as he landed, both fox and bat heard a piercing addition to the alarm join in the cacophony. Rouge threw her hands up to her ears, screeching, but while Tails flinched, his immediate instinct was to run. The second alarm seemed to be coming from inside the room, considering the excruciating volume, so he catapulted himself off the ground and out the doorway they’d just come through. 

And just in time, too.

With a slam, a thick metal door jolted from the ceiling, blocking the path between the opponents less than a second after Tails had leapt. 

The sudden muffling of the second alarm combined with the loud crash of the door disoriented Tails for a second. He shook his head, slamming against its side with his hand, until he was able to process what had just happened. As soon as he did, he stared at the door for a solid few seconds, and then let out a piercing laugh. 

He scrambled to the door, pressing his ear against it. It just made him smile wider when he heard a furious pounding from the other side; it seemed like the bat was repeatedly kicking it. 

“I wouldn’t do that,” Tails called, a bit smugly. “That’ll be solid steel.” 

“I know what GUN makes their doors out of!”

“Then you probably should’ve guessed the second alarm would be a lockdown due to unauthorized presence.” True, he hadn’t guessed that, he’d just wanted to get away from the sound, but she didn’t need to know that. He pulled his emerald from his tail and flipped it in his hands. “Wish I could’ve gotten that gem from you, but I should probably get out of here before GUN shows up to deal with you.”

“Wha– wait! Wait, kid, you don’t understand–”

“I understand I’m gonna have to break in again. Thanks for that, by the way.”

“No! This place is going to blow!” 

Tails blinked. Had he heard her right through the alarm? “It’s what?” 

“This place is rigged with explosives. We’ve got ten minutes tops to get out of here.” 

Tails jumped, his hand instantly reaching for the door. As if he could push it open. He stopped himself short of grabbing onto it, and reprimanded himself. Come on. Get it together. 

“Well,” he said, very slowly, “Good thing the emeralds are indestructible.” 

“Kid, wait–”

“I’ll just track it once the island blows. Nice knowing you.” 

He took off running before he could hear her response. Honestly, he didn’t want to. He wouldn’t be able to pretend he didn’t care if he heard her scream or beg. But he really shouldn’t care. She was working for Robotnik. She’d been trying to beat him up only a minute ago. What was important was the emerald wouldn’t get to the Doctor.

And what was important was that he get to Knuckles and get them the hell out of there.

When he finally slid down a hall, ducking under Robotnik’s fleeing Walker and tackling the pursuing Knuckles, he shouted, “Let him go! This place is about to explode!”

“What did you do?”

“Not me this time!”

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Shadow was halfway across the forest. Once he’d finished planting the bombs, he’d immediately teleported a safe distance before heading for where the Doctor had planted their escape shuttle. He probably could have teleported directly there, but long-distance jumps were tiring. Not that he’d ever admit that to anyone. The Ultimate Lifeform shouldn’t get tired. 

He had to admit, though, he’d considered just running out of the building without teleporting. Just to wreck some extra GUN robots on his way out. Sure, they were all going to be destroyed soon enough, so it would’ve been pointless, but maybe breaking some of the stupid agency’s tech would’ve been cathartic. But, well, the uncomfortably familiar interior was something he’d wanted to get away from as soon as possible.

He heard a buzz coming from his quills. He reached back, pulling out the radio the Doctor had insisted they all take for communication. “This is Rouge!” came the static-garbled voice. “I’ve got a small problem?” 

Shadow rolled his eyes to the skies, as he continued to stalk his way over the roots and leaves. The leaves made a weird crunch under his feet that he wasn’t sure if he liked. 

“I may be… trapped inside a locked hangar with a chaos emerald.” 

Shadow almost hit the button to tell her to chaos control out, before remembering how long it took Sonic to figure out how to work that himself. And he was a chaos creature, like him. He wondered if it was possible for any normal mobians to even do such a thing. 

“I guess I won’t be able to call myself a treasure hunter anymore…” 

Against his will, his mind flashed towards the thought of her locked in the room of a GUN facility. It was probably her stupid voice, the tone she had of wondering if she was about to die. He’d heard that fear before, in confused whispers of his name, and then the quiet, “We need to get to the pods.” 

He should’ve recognized the determination in her voice then as something dangerous. He wasn’t thinking, then. He should’ve been thinking. But the second he saw the blood pooling on her dress, any and all rationality had vanished. If he’d paid attention to the look on her face, he would’ve known she didn’t want to use the escape pods for herself. Even though that would’ve been the right thing to do. She was injured, and she was a civilian. The projects were what the soldiers were after. They wouldn’t have cared if a child had slipped through the cracks, right? At the very most, they would’ve just imprisoned her once finding her on Earth, but kept her alive. She would’ve had a chance. 

“It’s going to be okay.” she’d said that to him, instead of the other way around. He should’ve known then.

But she’d pushed the others into pods, slamming the doors before Shadow could even react. Her hand slammed on the button to activate, and he’d run to try and stop her. She’d hugged him, so tight, her hands clinging to his quills like a lifeline, before throwing him hard and fast at a third pod, just as the other two froze and fell…

It took him a moment to realize he’d stopped walking. He looked down at the radio, swore, and turned around. 

---

It had taken Sonic several minutes to recover from what the initial explosion had done to his psyche. And then he’d had to crawl his way out of a bush. He’d squirmed his way through vents, obstacle courses, and wire-filled backrooms before, but somehow the bush was particularly annoying. Maybe it was the fact that the leaves were supposed to feel nice. He’d always liked the leaves in the greenhouse, and the ones on the trees earlier had been just as neat. But here they were attached to little branches that kept trying to poke his eyes out. So that was fun.

Still, he eventually gave up and rolled out of the bush with a spin-attack. He didn’t like to do those. Well, okay, he did, but it was an uncivilized move. Too animalistic for the sophisticated attacks that were expected of them. He’d heard that so many times that he felt he could recite the entire lecture from memory. And that meant something, because Sonic forgot most of the lectures he’d been given. His mind tended to wander, and now he really wished it hadn’t. He’d love to have to sit through a history lesson again.

Man, never thought he’d say that.

He tried to make his way to the GUN base, but even seeing the thing made him shake so bad that he just turned around and started farther into the forest. He eventually collapsed against a tree, holding his sides and trying to ground himself.

This was stupid. His new friends were in there, all alone. Were they friends? He hoped they were. But the important thing was that they were alone in a GUN base. They said they knew what they were doing, but did they? Did they at all? Did they know what could happen to them? And there was another party in there trying to kill them! Another party that looked just like…

Maybe it was a good thing he wasn’t going in. He didn’t want to look at that man directly. Didn’t want to have to look at the image of the Professor and think about him doing the kinds of things Tails and Knuckles had talked about. The Professor would never. He was even reluctant to do tests that might cause discomfort on the subjects. Even if it would help. He’d been there when things were bad. He’d been there to stop… 

Sonic hugged himself so tight it started to hurt. Well, he’d been there. 

With all the noise around him, and all the thoughts rushing through his mind, a simple rustle of leaves shouldn’t have attracted his attention. Especially not one so far away. 

But he heard it, and he recognized the pattern of footsteps. Another second, as his ear flicked in the direction it was coming from, and he recognized the pattern, too. 

For a second, his chest nearly caved in on itself. He for sure couldn’t breathe for a moment, though nothing had hit him. 

Come on. You’ve been apart for one day. 

…okay, fifty years and a day, but it’s not like either of us were conscious for that.

He had to force himself to breathe in and out. Then he slapped the sides of his head, in a get it together, idiot sort-of way. 

That’s my mission. Find him. Get him to understand what’s really happening. Then we can find Amy, and then… 

He didn’t know what they’d do after that. But they’d figure it out together. 

He shut his eyes tight, listening closely to the footsteps as they drew nearer. Still quite a long while away, farther than the average person would be able to hear. Maybe it was mobian instinct, maybe it was the chaos flowing through his veins, or maybe it was just the fact he could recognize his Shadow’s movements anywhere. 

He got a direction, and took off running. 

He’d thought that maybe the forest would be hard to run in. After all, getting there the first time, he’d had to maneuver all these new obstacles while dragging two other people along after him. But he was surprised how good it felt. For the ground to be uneven, for all these new sounds to rush past his ears, for the wind to be real. For him to be racing alongside it. Despite the urgency already building within him, he gave himself a second to enjoy the feeling of his quills being pushed forwards, of the unexpected leaps he’d have to take whenever a rock or bush came out of nowhere, the ducks and slides when a branch was too low. 

This. This is what he’d wanted for so long. It wasn’t worth it, to trade everyone he knew, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t his now. 

While it was hard to keep track of the skating steps while he himself was running, he eventually caught them again as he got closer. He could tell now that his Shadow was sliding down a hollow loop, scratching his shoes against the bark. He was heading in the direction Sonic had run from, back to the facility. But the closer Sonic got to his destination, the less he was thinking about the giant metal prison, and everything it stood for. And the more his eyes were darting around, desperately searching for that flash of black-and-red that would mean everything was okay. 

He finally saw a figure slide to a stop atop a fallen tree. And all of the sudden, his feet planted firmly in the field, and the world around him completely stopped.

The other hedgehog was facing away from him, trying to get his bearings back after what must have been a quick turn. He didn’t seem to be paying attention to what was behind him, which was strange for him, but he had a small radio in his hands that he was fiddling with, clearly being the cause of his distraction. The trees around them were huge, towering, but even still, light filtered its way through the curtains of leaves, and the dapples of sunlight made his red stripes look like they were glowing. 

The dark figure seemed to figure out where he was going, as he turned slightly right and braced his body. He was preparing to run, to take off, to leave. 

For a moment, Sonic was scared he wouldn’t be able to speak. But seeing him move, the threat of him disappearing from his sight coursed adrenaline through his veins, and he let out a loud, desperate shout. 

“Shadow!”

Now it was Shadow’s turn to freeze.

Then his head snapped back, eyes wider than Sonic had ever seen them, locked on the blue hedgehog on the field beneath him. 

They were still several feet from each other, too far for Sonic to clearly see his face. But he could already see his ears laying back in shock, his unsteady back foot scrambling to get himself back to a steady position. The radio fell from his hands and clattered, forgotten, onto the mossy floor. Neither of them looked at it, or even noticed it land. 

It could’ve been a minute, it could’ve been an hour, where they just stared at each other in stunned silence. 

Shadow finally let out a whisper, barely audible under the wind and the distant, muffled alarms. 

“Sonic?” 

Just hearing his voice, hearing him say his name, some kind of life rushed back into Sonic that he hadn’t realized he was missing. His ears flicked, and he straightened himself, a grin breaking across his face. 

“I found you, faker.” 

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[lilachobbit]

Sorry but my LoTRO main will always be in love with Laerdan

[dilf-phoenix-rights]

Something I do think is kinda worse (but definitely less prevalent) than “fandom religiously treating fanon as canon” is when someone convinces themselves that something that is canon actually isn’t, and that everyone else is stupid when in actuality most people are just like… picking up on the very obvious and purposeful implications presented in the story that you have just refused to accept mean anything if it isn’t literally spelled out for you.

[akkpipitphattana]

i fear the ending of agatha all along is once again making people confuse “i didn’t like the ending/the ending made me sad” with “that was bad writing”

[gumy-shark]

perhaps one day i will post all my insane little thoughts about shou and ritsu and strength (and skill vs power). but not right now it’s been too long since i’ve rewatched the claw arcs or confession arc

[idkwhattocallmyselfs-stuff]

Broski’s, I just watched a movie at my dad’s (and mom’s but my dad is the one who texted me about it) recommendation and I looked it up expecting to find some feminism, maybe some shit about the creepy, grapey* vibe a character (the villain of the story) gave off, maybe some love for the intelligent queen who kept fighting to get herself out of a truly horrific situation, no matter the cost, or especially for her sheer badassery at the end of the movie, and instead just found thirst posts and fanfic for aforementioned villain? :/ because I want some of that previously mentioned stuff on Red Eye, but now I’m just lowkey mad >:-/

[cowboylivio]

Me: Oh I’m fine I’m totally normal about trigun.

Also me thinking about the all the ways the nonverbal communication in stampede is utilized for both the characters and the audiences understanding for approximately 0.153 seconds:

[bubmyg]

once again thinking abt how I put my entire soul into the “fuck you and you” part of cypher pt 4 n the look of just pure confusion my mom gave me for the rest of the song. and night tbh

[florshedworf]

not to admit to watching helluva boss on occasion but what are the fat jokes aimed at moxxie. like i get that moxxie is bullied frequently but it seems out of nowhere? it’s less that it’s rude as hell (they are demons) and more just?? confusing?? like where did that come from

[rooolt]

fanfiction about a show I don’t like that much…. save me, fanfiction about a show I don’t like that much, save me fanfiction about a show I don’t like that much

[sinnbaddie]

I really like their reminiscing together but I especially love this moment Kakashi remembers.

Gai always does training like this, there’s nothing special about this specific moment, it’s mundane, common, something he’s done a million times yet Kakashi remembered it and told Gai who had to take a moment to remember it himself.

He is very observant of Gai, and I would bet money that Kakashi was reading his book acting nonchalant about the whole thing like his usual self, but he still payed attention to what he was doing.

It's amazing that after the lives they've had, Kakashi and Gai have really healed enough to have "remember when" conversations together so freely like this.

Despite all the nadirs and tragedies, they still somehow made sure to fill their lives together with these little moments and funny things worth looking back on with a light heart.

[mggslover]

‘spencer’s “first” time showing you his jealous/possessive side’. bau reader and spencer just started dating and are a bit reserved when it comes to showing affection in the office. a new agent starts flirting/trying to get readers attention and for the first time spencer make sure everyone knows who his girl friend is <3 thank you !!!

the first time spencer gets jealous genre: fluff word count: 965 a/n: oh how i love this prompt!! thanks for the request

Spencer Reid wasn’t big on PDA, so it didn’t surprise you when he suggested keeping your relationship under wraps once it became official. You didn’t mind much—sure, it was a little frustrating when he’d pat your hand away at the round table or create distance the morning after a particularly fun night, knowing he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you—but in general, you were glad to keep things private. You had no problem avoiding the “no dating between coworkers” policy drama, and it gave you the opportunity to focus on the cases and enjoy Spencer’s company even more when you’d sneak off home together at the end of the day. 

So, when you found yourself chatting with the new addition to the team—Agent Owen Rogers—you didn’t expect the effect it would have on your boyfriend.

“Of course he’s taken an interest in her. That woman makes everyone fall head over heels,” Penelope half-sighed, her voice a mix of awe and envy as she watched you talk to Owen from the office window. Her words caught Spencer’s attention, and he turned to the scene, spotting you mid-conversation. He recognized the looks his colleagues were giving Owen—those same dreamy, admiring glances they'd had for Hotch’s brother whenever he visited the office.

Spencer’s posture stiffened as the understanding sank in. If he were being honest, he’d liked the new agent when they first met, but now, seeing the way Owen was smirking at you as he moved closer, that initial fondness had quickly morphed into distaste. He could still hear his colleagues gushing over the agent as he quickly got up and headed down the stairs toward you.

“So, I was thinking Italian? Do you like Italian?” Owen asked, his voice upbeat.

Before you could even open your mouth to turn him down, you felt the familiar warmth of your boyfriend’s arms wrapping around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder.

“We love Italian.”.

You stood there, completely bewildered, as your boyfriend not only inserted himself into the conversation but also made the boldest display of possessiveness, wrapping his arms around you without a second thought. It was so un-Spencer-like—especially in the office—but you weren’t about to complain, your hands instinctively resting over his arms.

“Actually, Owen—I can call you Owen, right?” He doesn’t wait for confirmation before continuing. “You know, it’s fascinating how often people pick Italian food for a first date. Objectively, it’s a terrible choice. Think about it: you’ve got these long, slippery noodles—spaghetti, for instance—that are practically designed to humiliate you. The odds of splattering marinara sauce all over yourself—or worse, your date—are alarmingly high. And then there’s the garlic. People convince themselves that a mint will magically erase it, but we both know that’s just a delusion. Why anyone still thinks it’s a good idea is beyond me. Kind of stupid, don’t you think?”

You bit your lip, struggling to suppress your laughter as Owen’s face crumpled. You truly felt sorry for the poor thing—he really was a nice guy—but seeing Spencer get this sassy, especially when it was all because of you, was strangely entertaining.

“I—uh, yeah.” Owen gives a nervous laugh, his fingers awkwardly brushing the back of his neck. “Pretty stupid.”

“But we’d love to have Italian food with you! Right, baby?” Spencer gives your waist a subtle squeeze, his silent cue for you to play along.

You cough slightly, trying to cover your laugh. “Right! Yes, totally—Italian sounds great.”

“Yeah, that’s cool, guys. But, uh, now that I think about it, I’m swamped. You know, being a new agent and everything.” Roger’s voice wavers just enough to betray his weak excuse.

“So unfortunate. Maybe another time,” Spencer replied smoothly. Owen nodded stiffly, forcing a tight smile before quickly walking off.

You scoffed a laugh as Owen disappeared down the bullpen, the shock still lingering. You turned to Spencer, your eyes wide in disbelief.

“What in the world has gotten into that pretty head of yours?”

Spencer’s cheeks flushed a little, suddenly aware of how much of a spectacle he had just made in the middle of the office.

“He was asking you out,” he said quietly, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

You chuckled, reaching up to adjust his collar. “And I was just about to say no.”

His arms found their way back around your waist, leaning into your touch as if he’d forgotten where he was. His eyes flickered from your hands to your face, his expression softening. “I know you were. But he should know not to ask you.”

You smiled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear, amused by how the man who’s so intent on keeping your relationship discreet in public is now letting his clingy nature shine through.

“You know he can’t smell that I’m taken, right?” you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

“Well, maybe we should change that,” Spencer whispered, his voice low as he leaned in, his face brushing against your neck, causing you to giggle.

Unbeknownst to you, the whole team had quietly tiptoed their way down the stairs, and gathered around on the other side of the bullpen. They stood there, wide-eyed, like they were watching an episode of their favorite drama.

“Derek… Am I seeing this right?” Garcia whispered, voice dripping with curiosity as she watched Spencer's face disappear into your neck.

Morgan’s chuckle echoed through the bullpen. “Oh yes, babygirl. You’re seeing it just right.”

Spencer’s grip on you tightened as he sensed the peering eyes, but instead of discomfort, he radiated a quiet pride. He wasn’t hiding anymore—he was proud of what you shared, proud to be yours, and for you to be his, and he wanted the world to know it.

[kurogxrix]

Clingy Mornings

Bruce Wayne x Wife!reader, Batboys x Batmom

IN WHICH your clinginess towards your husband never fails to disgust your sons.

WC: 1.5k

“And where'd you think you're going?” The sudden sound of your voice, albeit muffled partly by your pillow and sleepiness, startled your husband from his sitting place at the edge of your shared bed. You could barely even see with the morning grogginess clouding your iris, yet Bruce’s defined back muscles somewhat managed to break through your view. 

Bringing a hand up to wipe at your eyes, you couldn’t help but relish in the sight of your husband’s fine muscles flexing as he turned to meet your eyes. The way his bicep laid there all deliciously as he tipped all of his body weight onto one arm, the other moving up to caress at your cheek lovingly. There was no denying the pure adoration that swam through his beautiful blue iris, they spoke for themselves. 

“Well one of us has to be downstairs before Alfred decides that we’ve had enough sleeping time and barges into our room.” he chuckled slightly, a rare instance for The Batman, yet he’d only show this side when he was Bruce Wayne alongside you. His beautiful wife and mother of his children, adopted or not, they were yours. He had to force himself and resist the urge to chuckle as he watched your expression morph into a pout, your delicate hand pulling at his arm as you tried to get him back under the sheets with you. 

“Cmon Bruce, just a few more minutes.” you pleaded, tiredness still evident in your voice but it progressively faded the more you stayed up begging your husband to fall asleep with you again. Your hopes spike as Bruce laid behind you for a second, but the fact that he was laying on his forearm and elbow immediately crushed all of your hopes. His warm palm never left your cheek once, making you snuggle deeper into the palm that was just as big as your face. 

“I’d love to, trust me. But are you sure that you don’t want to see those demons of yours before they leave?” Of course he’d do that, of course Bruce would use your beloved children as bait for you to accompany him downstairs and finally leave the bed. You grunted something along the lines of ‘well then you better carry me’ in the crook of his neck as you threw your arms around his shoulders. This time Bruce couldn’t resist chuckling as he grabbed you delicately by the hips, hosting you onto his lap as he stood up from the plush mattress. 

Bruce hadn’t complained once about your clinginess. Truth to be told you’d been like this since the night before because you had rarely seen your beloved Bruce for nearly a whole ass week. It wasn’t unusual that you both wouldn’t see each other, on days that you’d be busy with work and on nights that the city’s menaces just wouldn’t rest. But recently everything had just been too much, too many meetings, too many villains and yet not enough time.

You winced as his hands came to lay across the bruises that now decorated your hips, two huge hand marks engraved into your skin as a remnant of the previous night. Needless to say that the reunion sex had you reaching for the stars, and the faint ache between your legs was a constant reminder of just what Bruce’s perfect girth could do to you. 

Your husband moved his hands with expertise as he descended the stairs, having only one hand under your ass to support your weight as the other laid along your back. You weren’t even concerned about a potential fall, because your husband did happen to be Batman, and his strength was unmeasured to your body weight. No matter what it was. 

Dick had been the first to notice his father walk into the living room, not that it was hard to notice him considering the absolute unit of a man that your 6’4 husband was. Your eldest son was perched up on the sofa, a bowl full of cereal and milk as the TV played in the background. He froze at first, unable to see you from your buried position in Bruce’s chest. Dick was afraid that you’d walk in shortly after you dear husband and start ripping one off on your son for eating on your couch, because even as the grown ass man that he now was, Dick was the messiest eater that you’d ever seen.

Though luckily for him that never came because it seemed like you had better plans, which included being stuck all day to your husband. No exaggeration. He watched in amusement as Bruce sat down amongst his children on the sofa, Damian not even displaying an ounce of attention towards his father as his eyes strained on the TV. could tell that it was a lazy morning for the both of you, even if Bruce claimed that it wasn’t for him. He had been clearly too bothered to dress before going down, instead clad in nothing but a pair of black boxers that he’d quickly thrown on in the morning. His warm, bare skin brought warmth against your clothed one, making you cling to him even harder than you previously were. 

Dick couldn’t help the smile growing upon his lips as he noticed the way your hands were clamped tightly around Bruce’s neck alongside the way your legs caged his waist. Like a clingy koala, he thought. 

You’d not moved from your position upon arrival, and at first your children could’ve thought that you were sleeping, and that Bruce was the clingy one after having snatched you from the comfort of your bed to snuggle with you downstairs on the couch.

Although they quickly found their assumptions to be wrong as they watched Bruce hand move up to your lower back, rubbing it adoringly before he gently tapped you to move and cuddle his side so he could eat. The bowl of cereal that he’d quickly grabbed from Alfred sat on the table staring at him, and his stomach was yelling for it. 

You squeezed in between Bruce and Damian as you climbed off your husband's lap, offering him the limited space that he’d get for the rest of the week. By all means you were still cuddled up to his side, an arm wrapped around his bicep as you rested your head on his bulging muscles. 

In the back of your mind, you heard a little voice telling you that this morning was all too weird. Why? Because the living room was far too silent for it to harbour all four of your children at once in. Maybe If you’d both been a little more aware you would’ve caught the sight of Jason trying and desperately failing in his attempts of ‘secretly’ snapping a picture of you both since the moment you’d walked in. 

Bruce could be sure that in a few hours he’d get a ping from his phone and a bunch of notifications about some sort of instagram post that your son has posted about the seemingly intimidating Bruce Wayne cuddling up to his wife. The caption would read ‘Bruce Wayne has gone soft, nobody is safe from the softpocalypse anymore’, but you didn’t know that as of now. 

Maybe you’d catch sight of that devilish grin adorning your youngest’s face, yet again that was nothing new. Or maybe you would have been able to notice the way Tim would often part from his beloved cup of coffee to check if Jason got the right angle. Although Bruce would admit later on that there’s no shame in showing some well deserved love to your spouse, he’d most definitely ground them all for playing this little ‘prank’ on him. 

You slowly returned in Bruce’s embrace after watching whatever idiotic movie that Dick had put on for god knows how long. Bruce’s bowl now empty and sitting on the coffee table before you. You took it as a sign that you could retake your spot within his arms, and your brooding husband didn’t even complain once as you got comfortable. With your face now buried in the warmth of his neck once again, you couldn’t help yourself but to give him a chaste kiss here and there.

“In front of my coffee.” you paused your movements at the disgusted tone in Tim’s words, effectively getting your other son’s to turn towards you both. You relished in their disgusted disagreeing, carefree laughter escaping you while blocking whatever sound came from the TV. You watched as your boys all left the room one by one to go on with their days, claiming that they can’t stand you two being ‘too in love’ because it was far too disgusting.

A solid minute after the room regained its original silence, save for the soft sounds of the movie still playing, Bruce allowed himself to relax in your arms. He slid down the sofa in a lazy position, keeping you tightly trapped in his embrace as he rested his head above yours. Hands regaining their comforting motions above your back, a rare and cocky smile graced Bruce’s face. Now that the whole mansion knew that you both were up and going, all in your ‘disgusting’ clinginess, he could only guess when the next person who dared to walk upon you both would come and disturb you. 

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Hope my bruce girlies eat this shit up. also this is UNEDITED😔