#tag: hedgehogs can’t dance

[askthehedgehogs]

Okay, Shadow may be the better singer, but I think it’s clear who the better dancer is.

Seriously, it’s a shame they took you out of the Olympics the year they added break dancing as an Olympic sport!

I personally loved when you and Tails danced to Uptown Funk in the second movie! (well, I guess that wasn’t technically you, but I’m sure you’re capable of recreating that)

Breakdancing? Yes, I’m amazing, would totally win in Olympic breakdancing.

Any other kind of dancing? 😬

We’re both equally terrible. I’ll be surprised if we don’t break each other’s toes at the wedding.

[zepskies]

A Little Danger

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-sized!Reader (Latina)

Summary: While relaxing together in the bunker, Dean takes your playful teasing to a new level. (And he’s too horny to care about the consequences.)

AN: Couch sex, basically. This is another one for the Espresso-verse! Includes a call back to Devour Me.

Word Count: 2K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Smutty smut in a semi-public place. Hair pulling, flirty teasing, endearments, “twist” ending.

Start from the beginning of the series: ⤵️

☕ Midnight Espresso Masterlist

Usually, Dean likes the feeling of your fingers running through his hair.

Like now, on a rare day of quiet relaxation after a long hunt. When Mary’s out and Sam’s on a grocery run. And Dean’s laid out across the couch in the library, arms crossed, earbuds in while Zeppelin’s “Going to California” plays in stereo, his head and shoulders resting against your plush thigh.

Your feet are propped up on the coffee table, your mostly bare legs crossed at the ankles. You have a book in one hand while you’ve been absently massaging his head…

But when you start to get weary of reading, in your boredom, your clever fingers become less soothing through his light brown hair, and more playful in their ministrations. You start to push his hair in the opposite direction, making it spike forward in disarray.

Dean frowns. You can’t see it, but you sense the change, in the way he stops bobbing his head lightly in time with the music.

You bite back a smile and continue your little game, even tugging a little on the strands when you push them forward. Like rubbing a cat the wrong way.

Letting out an annoyed breath through his nose, Dean takes out one earbud.

“What. Are you doing?” he asks.

It takes everything within you not to laugh.

“You’re my erizito,” you reply, smiling. You take a peek at his profile and catch the way his brows furrow.

“What the hell’s that?” he asks.

“My little hedgehog,” you translate the Spanish endearment for him, and you tease him, tugging again on his soft strands.

You finally have to giggle at the way he looks back at you from the corner of his eye. You get maybe one more time to sweep your fingers through his hair the wrong way, before he grabs your hand and turns over.

Your resulting squeal turns into laughter when he yanks his earbuds off and plucks your book out of your hand.

“Eh, eh! Don’t lose my place,” you warn, stopping him from closing the book all the way. He allows you to dog-ear your page, but he then tosses the book onto the coffee table to join his phone and earbuds.

“Come ‘ere,” he mutters.

Then he grabs your crossed legs and manhandles you beneath him on the couch. You allow it with a yelp of surprise and much giggling when he jostles you, pulling you down by your hips. Dean lowers himself between your legs, where he’s so often welcome, and settles his body over yours.

You smirk in his face. His hair is all kinds of fucked up.

He can see you’re admiring your handiwork. Little hedgehog, huh?

With a shake of his head, he bows down and silences your teasing with a kiss.

Your eyes fall closed. You breathe in and utter a sound of contentment. You frame his face with your hands and follow the familiar dance of his lips against yours.

A delicious push and pull that has his teeth grazing your full lower lip, sucking it into his mouth, his fingers tangling in your hair. His other arm is perched high above your head, giving him leverage to completely cage you with his broad, heavy frame.

But it’s a good heavy. You like the feel of him laid out over you, protective and claiming all at once. And he likes the feeling of every soft curve of yours; thighs, breasts, and soft middle all a welcoming place for him to rest—and then ravage.

His lips veer away from your mouth, allowing you both to catch your breath. He burns a warm, sloppy path along your jawline. You wrap your arms around him and splay your hands across his back. They slide lower as he moves down, and down your neck.

“Babe,” you prompt quietly in his ear. You can’t help but smile. “We’ve gotten in trouble on this couch before.”

As in, you both have been caught buck ass naked and tangled together on this couch. By his brother. Twice.

Dean smirks, just before he starts to tease the shell of your ear with his tongue.

“Tell me you don’t like a little danger,” he says. 

Right, you think, with a shudder at his tongue. Or, he just has no fucking shame.

You have to giggle regardless. The trembling in your chest moves both of you, makes the shape of Dean’s smile press into your skin. He continues his downward path and rucks up your shirt.

Your knees bend further on reflex and squeeze his hips when his tongue dips between your breasts, still pushed up by your bra. You arch your back so he can slip a hand under your back and unclip the white lace. He slides it off your body, along with getting your shirt up and over your head.

Your hands dive under his layers of red plaid and black undershirt, sliding up and down the smooth slopes of his back, grazing with your nails, getting him worked up enough to have him yank off the layers himself.

He’s left in his jeans, which begin to find friction against your clothed center through the little shorts you often wear around the bunker. Dean both likes them and hates them.

Likes them, because you fill them out well, and he likes getting a handful of your ass (like he’s doing now, while he begins to rock the hard bulge in his jeans against your core while kissing you hungrily).

He also hates these little spandex shorts, because he’d rather his brother not get to see you in them. Still, Dean gets too much enjoyment out of slipping his fingers under them, squeezing your thigh, letting his thumb brush down towards your center.

Already your pussy’s throbbing.

“Need you,” you pant against his lips.

It’s been a bit too long since you two have had this kind of time alone together, not to mention the energy to fool around. It’s making you not really give a fuck about being out in the open in the middle of the library, when your shared bedroom is just down the hall.

Dean nods, then he finally palms one of your breasts like he’s reacquainting himself with an old friend. He rolls a budding nipple between his fingers and moans when he gets the other into his mouth, swirling with his tongue.

He drags a moan out of you too. You delve your hand into his wrecked hair and grip tight to keep him there.

You find yourself writhing underneath him, your hips rolling against his with need.

“Dean…” Your voice is pleading.

“Okay, I gotcha,” he says against your skin. He drags down your little shorts by the hem and reveals bare ass against the couch cushions. He hums with interest. “No panties today?”

“Surprised you didn’t notice,” you quip.

Though you do the work of unclipping his belt and helping him shimmy out of the jeans, letting them pool to the floor alongside your clothes. You roll down his boxer briefs far enough to let his cock spring free. He grabs your arm and utters a deep groan at the way you handle him, with a gentle but firm hand along his shaft.

“Guess I’ve been distracted,” he admits. He presses a forehead against your shoulder and bucks into your hand, the more you tease him. “Fuck, how long’s it been since—”

“A couple weeks,” you answer him. You begin to kiss down his neck, occasionally nipping his skin. “Too long.”

“Too damn long,” he agrees, with another sound of pleasure. He stops your hand so he can concentrate on getting you ready. He slips a long finger down your slit and between the wet folds of your pussy, where you’re already soaking for him, coating his digit.

“Fuck,” he mutters again, “all this for me, baby?”

You breathe a laugh and drag your nails down the back of his neck. “Always.”

Dean grins. Just to be thorough, he slips two fingers into your wet channel. He revels at the way you hold him close by the back of his neck and moan encouragements into his ear. But you cry out when his thumb finds your clit, and circles it with precision. Then the rest of his fingers open you up and rub against your most sensitive places.

As your inner walls tighten, so does your hand; it moves back into his hair so you have something better to hold onto. 

“Dean,” you utter a warning. He nods and withdraws his hand from inside you. He peeks over the couch again, just to make sure no one’s coming. You both know this is about to be quick and dirty.

You both are panting when he grasps your hips and gives himself a better angle. You hook your thighs around his waist and give him an encouraging nod. With that, Dean positions himself at your entrance and slowly sheathes his cock deep inside you.

You release a shuddering breath, pressing your head back into the cushions. Your hair is a tangled mess fanning underneath you. He still has a hand planted on the couch’s arm above your head; you grasp his arm for stability. Dean rubs one of your thighs, in part to also get himself together as your inner walls spasm tight around him.

Fuck, it has been a while.

But he’s making up for lost time. He gives you long, steady strokes at first, letting you feel every inch of his cock as he drives back into you. A shiver of pleasure runs down your spine and you arch against him, your hands clasped on his arms.

Your heels pressing into his ass spur him on and speed up his rhythm, until he’s hitting so hard and deep against your cervix that it almost hurts. It’s a mix of intense pleasure tinged with that briefest bit of pain as he also hits your G-spot over and over.

But a few purposeful swipes of his thumb over your clit ensures that you come with him when he finally spills into you. He buries his face where your neck meets your shoulder, and a ragged grunt rolls from his throat as his release truly hits him.

You hold him to you, your own thighs quivering along with his last few strokes inside you. That hot coil snaps and you let out a gasping moan—one he swallows up with a deep kiss.

“Jesus,” you breathe, after he releases your lips. Dean catches his breath and gives you a shrug, despite his smug grin.

You smirk and once again sweep your hand through his ridiculous hair. It’s even more wild than before. You pull your hands through it, sliding down his neck on both sides. 

“I stand corrected,” you say slyly. “Now you’re my erizote.”

Dean snorts. “And that would be?”

“My big hedgehog,” you tease.

Dean rolls his eyes, even as his face warms. He tries not to laugh in the face of your unending giggles.

Neither of you register the footsteps coming closer until it’s just about too late.

“Dean, are you—Oh!”

His face falls, and his eyes widen when they meet his mother’s over the back of the couch.

“Shit!” he exclaims, covering you with his body when you gasp. But it’s not really you that you’re worried about her seeing.

No mother should have to see her adult son’s naked ass.

Mary stands there behind the couch with her hand over her eyes.

“Don’t worry. I didn’t see…anything,” she says. Usually she’s a better liar.

“I’m so sorry, Mary,” you try to say, but she waves you off.

“Just…clean the sofa. Okay, guys?” she says. Then she walks away without looking back.

Dean grimaces like he’s in pain.

“Sorry, Mom,” He calls to her retreating back.

He releases a breath and lowers his forehead into the crook of your neck. Your body shakes with involuntary giggles while you hold him, soothing him with a caress of his cheek. He’s still buried deep inside you, but by now he’s released your thighs from being wrapped around his hips.

“At least it wasn’t Sam this time,” you offer.

“I don’t know what’s worse at this point,” Dean grumbles.

You bite your lip. “Well, I mean, I did warn you—”

Dean gives you a playful slap on the ass to shut you up. But your resulting squeal and laughter just makes him smile.

AN: 😅 This one-shot started out innocent, I swear. What was once a simple "chilling on the couch" drabble turned into smut somehow, but I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think. 😘

Keep Reading:

Next up in this series is "In Bad Weather." It acts as the finale of the Espresso-verse, though I'm still writing stories within the world to fill in the gaps when different prompts come to mind:

Summary: You and Dean tackle the biggest possible monkey wrench in your relationship yet: could Chuck have been manipulating you two all along? [Set in S15 - “Fix It” for season finale]

▶️ Next Story: In Bad Weather

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[sonadowsupremacy]

10 Most Recent Published Fic Beginning Lines

Rules: post the beginning lines of your most recent 10 published fanfics (or chapters if you don’t have 10 fics!) then attempt to tag 10 people.

honored as FUCK to have been tagged by one of my personal fave authors (for 2 of my top fandoms!) @queerwolf79 :333

i don’t have 10 fics (yet!) BUT i do have 9 published chapters (20k words 😮‍💨) and a silly oneshot! been loving these posts so it’s exciting to partake :3

Rubies & Emeralds

Of all the things Shadow the Hedgehog knew in life, two of them were certain: death, and that Rouge was absolutely plotting something insidious right under his nose.

His evidence being that she had been heavily persistent in loudly discussing the traditional Mobian customs that she deemed necessary, ever since learning that the anniversary of his creation date was soon approaching. A piece of information he regretted sharing in hindsight, but to his credit he had no idea it would elicit such a reaction from her.

To put it shortly, Rouge wanted to throw him a birthday party.

us in another universe

Frontier Canyon [AU-12]

The only thing looser than the bootstraps of every belligerent bar guest was the grip on their inhibitions as they let the liquor sweep them off their feet and on to the dance floor, heels clacking in beat to the steady, jovial whistle of a fiddle and everyone’s clapping.

Looking at how vibrant and carefree they all seem to be, it was almost easy to forget that they were supposed to be afraid of a masked bandit on the loose.

Sunset Hill [AU-13]

For the past nineteen years, tragedy seemed to follow Sonic like a lost dog; but out of every life he can remember, past and present, Sunset Hill holds a special place in his heart.

Regal Ruins [AU-11]

Lancelot had been riding ahead pretty slowly for some time before he gently tugged on his horse’s reins and brought them to a halt at the top of a moonlit grassy hill they both knew very well.

Altar Emerald [AU-13]

“Whose board is this?”

Sonic can barely keep the panic out of his voice as he grips Knuckles roughly by the shoulders, not unlike the way he had gripped Lancelot when he begged for his life.

Blue Coast [AU-10]

On the deck of a decently-sized ship off the deep waters of the Blue Coast, Shadow’s body thrashed like a fish on a line.

It was rare for Sonic to ever see him sleep. Now he knew why.

Twinkle Snow [AU-13]

In the silence that followed his outburst, Sonic can’t help but feel like he just made a fool of himself, more uncertain in his own instincts than ever. The awkward situation strongly suggests that the board, in fact, does not belong to his perpetual hunter.

Paranoia uncurls like a beast from hibernation, flaring his defenses now that he’d lost his only clue.

Secret Base [AU-09]

Two days after his mother Aleena was killed in a targeted enemy attack, Sonic was called in to work.

Apparently, G.U.N. didn’t care that the only reason she had died in the first place was because their files were compromised. They alleged the risk was included in the fine print of terms and conditions.

(WARNING: spoilers ahead!)

Metropolis [AU-13]

After breaking into Silver’s and, in some sick twist of fate, Shadow of all people’s shared apartment, Sonic doesn’t see Silver for almost two days— time he spends almost entirely spying on the apartment, trying to pinpoint Shadow’s whereabouts as sand slowly trickled from his own doomed hourglass.

Chaotic Space [AU-08]

The war against Doom’s alien army had been going on for nearly two decades, almost all of Sonic’s life.

For as long as he could remember, he felt a draw to the battlefield, an otherworldly pull that he at first misidentified as the thirst for combat; but, no, it was a deep recognition of their very enemy.

Specifically, the army general’s son. The prince of darkness, they called him. Sonic had recognized him the instant his face was plastered all over Mobius in warning.

i tag @kitsuneheart , @toasterkoi , @emmasmoke8 , @qisty89 , @rabbitsonthemoon , @thingsforangel , @peachadder , @hayweerc , @initforthelolzz , and @poppyseeds-and-coffeebeans (won’t let me tag them for some reason)

honorable mentions (they were alr tagged but go peep their posts!): @nottheweirdest & @nebrasska-alasska !

[lurking-underneath]

Shit @composer-of-chaos has said that makes me want to die: a masterpost

- [ ] “I have nipple hair”

- [ ] “Not my best nut but it’s not the worst”

- [ ] “It was the Adler where I saw large Nathaniel”

- [ ] “Eggs are amazing you scoundrel”

- [ ] “I have a great relationship with my mother thank you very much”

- [ ] “Shut up seasoning user”

- [ ] “I don't have the money for oil go sell you body and I will /j”

- [ ] “Shadow the hedgehog the video game is legal”

- [ ] “The Minotaur always has it, we just never see it hard”

- [ ] “Those words make my brain go smooth and my mouth go yay”

- [ ] Would (to a furry)

- [ ] “Sonic cucked sonic”

- [ ] “Sally acorn was designed to be attractive”

- [ ] Not knowing what popcorn ceilings are

- [ ] “Someone put a metal gear solid reference in my porn last night and I am not a happy camper”

- [ ] “Imagine 30 men tap dancing towards you menacingly to the tune of my little pony”

- [ ] “I’m going to wear your skin as a coat if you don’t shut up”

- [ ] “I wanted to know my max. It was seven in like 1hr”

- [ ] “I couldn’t piss right for a week”

- [ ] “You’re a woman, it cancels out” (pockets)

- [ ] “Yo, can’t wait to see clarisse wet”

- [ ] “She should’ve been in a white Tshirt”

- [ ] “The oracle in the attic counteracts the children in my basement”

- [ ] Q: do you know what a group of rabbits is called?/zachs A: an orgy?

- [ ] Didn’t know who Kanye West, Taylor Swift, Beyoncé, OR Whiz Kalifa was

- [ ] “That is a breedable fish, okay”

- [ ] Tagging me in a post of a cum filled green MnM plushie

- [ ] “How do you think Percy Jackson’s flesh tastes?”

- [ ] “Do you think he’s wearing underwear”

- [ ] “So he’s just raw dogging it in the same room as the triforce of wisdom”

- [ ] “I’d recommend putting a pipe bomb up your anus”

- [ ] “That means I’d be with clarisse (that’d make her your sibling) ayeee”

- [ ] “Hear me out on these fan designs”

- [ ] Made a Twitter acc for porn

- [ ] “I want silver to give me head”

- [ ] Reading fanfics in class

- [ ] Him bullying our teacher for no reason

- [ ] Would (to joltik)

- [ ] “It was designed to be fucked”

- [ ] “Sonic has canonicaly been inside shadow”

- [ ] “Sonic and hooters have collaborated before”

- [ ] “Amy canonicaly shaves her cunt”

- [ ] “He said every night he’ll come to you, I’m not lying”

- [ ] “Silver has dedication to who he busts to”

- [ ] “Leaving drink unattended without a coaster is a serious crime akin to murder in both sonic and blazes dimensions”

- [ ] “People fear giant spheres it's science”

- [ ] “What do you call a kid with a heart defect? (What?) little seizures”

- [ ] “In the green month, you segregated the crayons”

- [ ] “My favorite genre is abuse”

- [ ] “Riptides a girl? Well.. I’m just saying it’s a nice looking sword.”

- [ ] Tagging me in a post where rigby (regular show) said necrophilia was okay

- [ ] “I want someone to treat me like a dog”

- [ ] “Imagine getting railed at the speed of light god I wanna fuck sonic.”

[ao3feed-arcane]

Indubitably This Is Without A Doubt The Quite Actual Events of Arcane: League of Legends

by PigeonPersonFake “Hit the Gangnam style Vi.” “What?” “I said hit the Gangnam style.” Vander is dead serious. Vi makes an attempt to do the Gangnam style but fails miserably. Vander is disappointed. “Do the griddy Vi.” “Why are you making me-“ “Do. The. Griddy.” Vi does the griddy, although she trips like halfway through. She kinda sucks at dancing, hopefully she won’t have to slow dance with a woman in the near future. “See, you can’t Griddy, you can’t Gangnam style, you can’t do shit" - Yeah so I watched Arcane and desided it was stupid and garbage, what kind of show makes the viewer cry??? so yeah im rewriting it as a comedy except my comedy is uh bad and brainrotted so its an unfunny crack rewrite- THERE WILL BE NO MORE CRYING Words: 7173, Chapters: 1/18, Language: English Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, M/M Characters: Jinx (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Mylo (Arcane: League of Legends), Claggor (Arcane: League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Zootopia Police Department Officers, Jake (Subway Surfers), The Inspector (Subway Surfers), Villager (Minecraft), Shadow the Hedgehog, Ekko (League of Legends), Mario (Nintendo), Luigi (Nintendo), The Mexican Cartell, Garfield (Garfield), Megatron (Transformers), Ryan Reynolds (Actor), Bridget (Guilty Gear) Relationships: Vander/Shadow the hedgehog Additional Tags: Rewrite, Crack Treated Seriously, Crack Crossover, Alternate Universe - Crack, Crack, brainrot, Fortnite References, Based on a Tyler the Creator Song, I lied it's not, Jayce and Viktor's Divorce Era (League of Legends), Do gay be crime, Gay Sex, thats later tho, no beta we die like Viktor three billion times, Viktor nation, Viktor Nation... How we feeling?, give me advice on being funny please, Bananas, Alternate Universe - Parkour Civilization Fusion, Out of Character, Character Replacements, Silco is Ryan Reynolds, Ryan Reynolds Please Don't Read This, Top Hugh Jackman, WHY IS TOP HUGH JACKMAN AN OFFICIAL TAG WHO IS WRITING SMUT ABOUT HUGH JACKMAN, Song: HOT TO GO! (Chappell Roan), Jinx is a Little Shit (League of Legends), zootopia isnt even mentioned in this btw read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/1VRqwEu

[thedeleteduser]

EVERYONE IS HERE

Hebel Hedgehog: Oh, to be a bored heir to the throne who keeps rejecting marriage proposals due to being secretly in love with the cute gardener.  Unified Unicat: Oh, to be a cute gardener who secretly places roses in the heir’s room because they are in love with them.  Melody Moth: Oh, to be the palace guard who discreetly helps to boost the cute gardener up the wall for their secret deliveries in the middle of the night.  KipKoala: Oh, to be the heir’s best friend witnessing the two fools dance around each other while knowing damn well that the two like each other.  Chilly Mooshake: Oh, to be the noble suitor from another royal family who comes to know of their love instantly and plans an entire plan to get them their happy ending.  Owlivia: Oh, to be a medieval peasant who knows nothing about the heir’s personal life and who dies of dysentery at age 23.

Melody Moth: Well, aren’t you all a rag-tag group of adventurers with unclear goals and good hearts! Oh, let me guess: you’re out to save the world!  Owlivia: Well, actually, that sounds like a pretty fair assessment.  Chilly Mooshake: More or less, I guess...  KipKoala: That sounds awesome! Let’s do that!  Unified Unicat: I’m new here, but I am open to the concept.  Hebel Hedgehog: I thought that’s what we were doing, guys, come on!

Hebel Hedgehog: We’re kind of missing something guys.  Unified Unicat: Cohesion?  Owlivia: Teamwork?  Melody Moth: A general sense of what we’re doing?  Chilly Mooshake: And KipKoala is not here.  Unified Unicat: Oh, and that, yeah.

KipKoala: Time for plan G.  Owlivia: Don’t you mean plan B?  KipKoala: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.  Chilly Mooshake: What about plan D?  KipKoala: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.  Unified Unicat: What about plan E?  KipKoala: I’m hoping not to use it. Both Melody Moth and Hebel Hedgehog die in plan E.  Hebel Hedgehog: I don’t like plan E.

*The Squad is playing Chess*  KipKoala: *easily beats everyone because they know how to play*  Chilly Mooshake: *doesn’t know the rules, but wins anyway*  Owlivia: *doesn’t know the rules, and loses*  Unified Unicat: *knows the rules, but still loses to those who don’t*  Melody Moth: Actually, you can’t do that, because I said so.  Hebel Hedgehog: They named a board game after cheese?

(by the way those are incorrect quotes so they may not be accurate of course to the characters’ personalities)

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[bludovebunny]

thank u for tagging me dear @honeyroots <3

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PRONOUNS: she/her

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ZODIAC SIGNS: pisces ( i'm not really into this but i just know i'm that )

A BOOK YOU LOVE: sense and sensibility, pride and prejudice, a child called it. There’s more but I can’t think lol

A MUSICIAN/BAND YOU LOVE: h.e.r, celine dion, jill scott, whitney houston, bruno mars, sade, lauryn hill, megan thee stallion. sia, to name a few. but i'm also obsessed with sonic music

A MOVIE YOU LOVE: dances with wolves, cowboy bebop: knocking on heavens door, 10 things i hate about you,the prince of egypt, the land before time, men in black, spirit: stallion of the cimarron, balto, megamind, sonic the hedgehog movies, if beale street could talk, batman (2022), the pebble and the penguin. i have many more but can't think rn

A TV SERIES YOU LOVE: smallville, static shock, hamtaro, cowboy bebop, batman beyond. This is what u can think of rn

CELEBRITY CRUSHES: dont have any huge crushes right now but i think tom welling and michael rosenbaum are cute

A GIF YOU USE MORE THAN ANY OTHER: I don’t use gifs much

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PRONOUNS: she / her

OTHER BLOGS: just @bittersweetfig & @figisonline for the time being !!

ZODIAC SIGNS: virgo sun, aquarius moon, libra rising (i’ve got soooo much virgo in my chart tho)

A BOOK YOU LOVE: i haven’t read a physical book in so long, but two i enjoyed like three years ago were house of hollow and the virgin suicides

A MUSICIAN/BAND YOU LOVE: current favs are quarters of change, pretty bleak & dogpark, but i’ll always enjoy the 1975 !!!!

A MOVIE YOU LOVE: i’m a fiend for 80s/90s movies!!! dazed and confused, stand by me, running on empty, the lost boys, can’t buy me love, dirty dancing, et + sooo many more (my comfort movies tbh)

A TV SERIES YOU LOVE: supernatural, dark angel, buffy, house md, psych, puberty blues, freaks & geeks, bones, harrow, that 70s show, mtv downtown, veronica mars…

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OKAY!! Recollecting my thoughts is SO HARD RIGHT NOW cause the limited information that’s here is doing NUMBERS on my theories oh my GOD!!

So! I’m about to share the most notable content in the Sonic the Hedgehog 2 Mad Libs book, the only new book release that entails any kind of spoilers! (NOTE: IF YOU DON’T WANT TO SEE MINOR SPOILERS OF ANY KIND DON’T READ AHEAD. IF YOU DON’T HAVE THE SPOILER TAGS LISTED BELOW FILTERED ID RECOMMEND YOU DO SO.)

To clear the air a little for those who want some clarity on how major these spoilers are: You won’t find ANY unexpected surprises. It doesn’t go into any detail about events assumed to happen a lot later in the film, such as Sonic running on the ocean, Robotnik’s huge robot, the tornado (not the plane but the actual one), etc. All the hype, high-stakes content is completely unmentioned. HOWEVER, you will find a lot of small spoilers vaguely describing some background information on Tails and Knuckles, amongst other potential plot points and details. It’s also important to note that, like the first movie’s Mad Libs book, some of this potentially isn’t addressed or occurs in the film! Still, if you’re highly sensitive to spoilers, I would recommend not proceeding, but if you’re cool with some new details, feel free to stick around!

I’m gonna summarize as best as possible and save some of the content that’s. REALLY itching my theory brain for last! Yippee! HERE WE GO:

- Knuckles IS the last of his race

- Knuckles’ destiny is to protect the Master Emerald, an ancient relic of his clan

- He’s been training since birth lol what a badass

- Knuckles’ abilities are listed off, which don’t include gliding, so I’m lead to believe it’s been retconned

- Ozzie the dog is potentially still at home with Sonic

- Tails is LITERALLY THE COOLEST. We obviously can’t assume he does all this, but according to this book he has the potential to invent things such as a device that can communicate with people in other dimensions, a contraption that scans a person to find out if they’re an ally or enemy, a tool that can translate Russian, etc.!

- Stobotnik page. Not as juicy as Stone’s diary thing from the 1st Mad Libs, nor does it include any new information, but it’s what it sounds like. It acknowledges Robotnik’s fake “Stone” from the end of the first film, “because clearly Robotnik couldn’t *verb* without him.”

- Tails owns the Tornado! Though it’s not referred to by name

- Wasn’t there a set leak tweet discussing dog sleds or something? Cause there’s a mention of it here that seems familiar

- Sonic and Tails go to a Tavern, as seen in the first trailer

- Mentions of a dance-off?? It’s super ambiguous, but I’ll share the most interesting details. One point mentions creating holograms, so this probably doesn’t apply to Tom and Maddie at the wedding. There’s also a mention of “having a dispute with a friend or a/an *noun*”

- Prior to meeting Sonic, Tails had heard stories about him! Tails idolized him and was excited to finally meet his idol when he found Sonic, expressing that he wants to be just like him when he grows up 🥺

- Sonic’s really excited about making a new friend!! He’s really flattered by Tails’ idolization, and thus agrees to take him under his wing 😭💖

- Also, the text mentions Sonic being glad to find a friend “his own age”. The assumption is that Tails is (obviously) still fairly younger than him, and by that he just meant hanging out with another kid and not adults all the time

- No new juicy info about ring portals, but I love the increased emphasis on it in the sequel that numerous sources such as this one are hinting at!!

- GUN (Guardian Units of Nations) is established!! Otherwise nothing too significant, but it’s cool! Then again, there could be game references I’m missing in this, so feel free to hmu for more info if ur itching for it!

- Knuckles training sequence page is here. Nothing major, not really interesting or telling of anything at all, but could hint to a scene like this in the film?

Okay. That’s most of the major stuff outta the way! Time to get into some things that made me audibly freak out in the store LMFAO

- AHHHHHHH AHAHAHHAHA IM SO HAPPY THE THEORIES THAT LONGCLAW AND THE ECHIDNA ARE ALIVE IN THE PRESENT DAY ARE FINALLY DEBUNKED!!!!!!! STUFF WENT DOWN BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM SO HAPPY YIPPEE THIS MAKES PERFECT SENSE ITS ALL COMING TOGETHERRRRR

- Some more context is included for Sonic stopping that crime at the beginning of the first trailer! My theory about him sneaking out of the house at night to do that is CORRECT YIPPEE! Same goes for Tom being the more strict parent in comparison to Maddie, who wants him to understand that Sonic can handle himself. I ABSOLUTELY believe this is going to lead to Maddie suggesting Tom talks to him father-son style, which cues the fishing scene the next morning!

- MY SONIC MONTAGE SCENE PREDICTION IS ALSO CORRECT?? He’s gonna do a BUNCH of fun stuff during the day, and then at night he’s unwinding with a movie (and popcorn ofc lol)! BUT what matters here is that it will SPECIFICALLY be an action/superhero movie!! And THAT ADDS TO MY PREDICTION PERFECTLY!! I’m praying we get a minute with Sonic just. Watching the film and longing for that life of helping others and being a “true hero”. I want the main character of what he’s watching to say a line that sticks with him throughout the rest of the movie’s events, a quote that at first benefits the hero image Sonic is striving for, but slowly twists into something that encourages TOO MUCH sacrifice on Sonic’s part for his family along with black-and-white thinking when it comes to him wanting to beat “the bad guys”, including Knuckles, who he’ll learn that doesn’t apply to.

And so we’ve reached it. The Power of Family page.

- Longclaw is mentioned, but not in any new information or appearances! Just a recall of her sending Sonic to Earth through a ring portal to protect him (the sentence goes on as “protect him from the *plural noun*” which could obviously go for the Echidna or generally other “war lords” out to get him)

- Sonic puts Tails on the same familial level as Tom and Maddie!!!!!!!!!!

- Vague references to Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles’ team up ensues!

- So that’s all REALLY CUTE and telling of the message this movie’s gonna deliver, right? Yes! But. There’s one part that I had to read over multiple times before it’s implications hit me and my angsty theory heart like a truck.

- “In fact, when Sonic saved *first name* from danger, he began to understand that family can be more than the *plural noun* that you live and *verb* with. A family includes any *noun* that you would do anything to protect.”

- Now, at first you might think this could be referring to Tails, and I would do the same! It makes complete sense and, hey, I’d be surprised if this didn’t happen between the two of them. But, upon further inspection...this could apply to not just him?

- This sentence comes directly after this one: “But then he met Tom and Maddie Wachowski and a young two-tailed fox from his home planet, and guess what? Sonic didn’t feel so lonely anymore.” He already mentioned Tails’ impact on him, so where’s the sense in him having a different realization straight after?

- So what if he’s talking about Knuckles.

I want to keep going from there but my brains going to erupt if I proceed any further. What if he’s talking about saving Knuckles. He probably isn’t but like What If He Is. Knuckles teaming up with Sonic and Tails is ALREADY vaguely mentioned at the end of this same page, like I said before, so if he’s not a part of the prior message than why is he referenced suddenly. What if he’s talking abo

[kaunis-sielu]

Sidelines: Standing

The base is loud enough for you to hear from the garage. You’re home earlier than you’d told Steve you’d be but not by much. Girl’s weekend had been an absolute blast but when Wanda and Sarah had made the mistake of trying to keep up with Natasha and Yelena going shot for shot you had a feeling you’d be home earlier than expected.

You’ve made that mistake before. Never. Ever. Again.

You push the door open and are surprised that the music doesn’t turn down and that Goose is sitting at the door, tail wagging wildly as she waits for you to say hello. You toe off your shoes and quietly put your bag on the floor then whisper,

“Hi Goose.” She comes to you then, her whole body wiggles with excitement. “Hi pretty girl, what is your dad doing huh?” You creep further into the house and to your amazement Steve is in the kitchen, something cooking and he’s dancing his ass off. He shakes his butt moving his head to the beat as he sings along to what you’re fairly certain is the newest Lizzo song. You lean against the doorframe and watch him with a soft smile on your face, god you adore this shit out of this man.

The song changes to Kiss by Prince and you realize that he’s listening to one of your playlists. You slowly start moving forward and you’re right behind him when he sings,

“All I want is your extra time,”

“And your,” you sign along before making kissing noises as he spins on his heels to face you with surprise on his face. “Kiss.” You finish with a grin.

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Probably longer than you’d like.” You tell him before you tilt your head back silently asking for a kiss. Steve obliges kissing you softly.

“You’re home early.”

“Disappointed?” You tease and he scowls down at you.

“Clearly.” He says before kissing you again, “And Goose clearly didn’t miss you either.” He says nodding down at your dog who’s watching the two of you her tail going wildly with her pink elephant toy hanging from her mouth.

“I missed you guys too.”

“Everything go okay?”

“Yea. Just a few bad hangovers so we came home early.”

“Let me guess, Natasha and Wanda?”

“Half right. I don’t think Nat can get hung over. She and Yelena drank Wanda and Sarah under the table. I had to go hide the leftover alcohol to get everyone to go to bed.”

“Damn.” Steve says with a laugh, “why don’t you have a hangover?”

“I learned, I cannot keep up with the Romanoff girls. I honestly don’t know anyone who can.” Steve chuckles softly,

“I’m glad you’re back. Wanna go out for dinner? There’s that brewery where we can take Goose that we’ve wanted to go to.”

“Ooh, yes. Let me shower and get unpacked then we can go?”

“Perfect.” He kisses you again and you can’t help but hum happily.

This is a series of one shots, the series isn’t posted in order. If you have ideas for Steve and Cat please let me know.

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Wedding: 2.0 Chao Gardens 4th Mission: Party like it’s 2001!

Eventually, the chatter began to slow down, meals and drinks finished and guests just about ready to move on. Sonic stood, dragging Shadow up with him, and tapped on his glass.

“Hey, everybody! Don’t worry, this isn’t gonna be a long speech. Just checking y’all are still awake!” He grinned lazily, the smile Shadow had come to recognise as one Sonic used to appease crowds. “Man, what a meal, huh? Let’s raise those glasses one last time to Amy for pulling together the wedding of a lifetime!” 

A chorus of cheers rippled through the many tables set out for guests. Amy blushed, waving away his compliments.

“Seriously, Ames, you’ve really outdone yourself; that was S-rank catering. Not sure how anybody’s gonna move when we take this to the dance floor, but I sure ain’t complaining!”

Shadow smiled, wrapping his arm around Sonic. “He’s right. This was wonderful. Thank you, Rose.”

Amy stood, muzzle flushed as red as her namesake. “Aw, you boys… it’s been my pleasure! We've got one last thing to do before we party–Knuckles?”

Through a gap in the marquee came Knuckles, wheeling a cake large enough for all their guests to get a slice. “Finally time to crack this thing open?”

“I FORGOT ABOUT CAKE!” Sonic zipped over to the cake in a flash, Shadow following behind with a roll of his eyes. It was a beautiful tiered cake, decorated with red and blue flowers with black leaves, and a gold ribbon around each tier. Sonic was drooling, memories of the cake tastings resurfacing as he gazed at it.

The happy couple posed for photos, brandishing a comically large gold-coloured knife as they mimed making the first cut. When Amy finally gave the go ahead, Shadow took the lead, guiding Sonic’s hands on the knife as they cut a haphazard chunk of cake and plopped it onto the plate. It didn’t look anywhere near as appetising as the neat and even little squares the caterers began cutting methodically, but neither of them cared. Shadow fed Sonic the first bite, using a fork like a civilised creature, while Sonic grabbed a sizable piece in his fingers to feed to Shadow, the latter cringing internally at the idea of eating from a gloved hand.

Guests whooped and cheered, gathering around the cake to take their slices while Knuckles, Amy, Silver, and a few others made quick work of moving tables aside to make space for dancing.

The band was still setting up, tuning their instruments, just as Sonic and Shadow finished their cake (they’d cut into the blueberry tier, with sweet white chocolate frosting. Shadow couldn’t wait to sink his fangs into the dark chocolate and coffee tier later). Shadow tutted, wiping away chilli and frosting from his mess of a husband’s cheeks and chest with a pretty napkin. The first few notes of Live & Learn rang out tentatively from a freshly tuned guitar.

Shadow rolled his shoulders before offering a hand out to his beloved. “Care to dance?” He asked, voice soft.

Sonic smiled. “Well, I did just eat a whole stack of chilli dogs, but, I mean…” he placed his hand in Shadow’s, allowing his husband to lead him to the centre of the marquee. “Can’t make me a worse dancer than usual, right?”

“You never know,” Shadow smirked, placing his hand on Sonic’s waist just as Amy had taught them, “Maybe it’ll make you better.”

Friends and fans gathered around in a circle surrounding the two hedgehogs. The crowds were so dense, only the inner circles had a good view of Sonic and Shadow working through the steps of their first dance as a (twice) married couple.

The choreography took inspiration from their fighting style, both as rivals and as allies. Months spent rehearsing had clearly paid off, as they stepped together with ease–although not without a few stumbles. When Sonic stomped, predictably, on the toe of Shadow’s Airshoes, both just laughed, taking a moment to reorient themselves before picking up the dance once again.

Sonic’s eyes glittered like emeralds under the twinkling fairy lights, and Shadow couldn’t help but kiss him. He lifted Sonic easily, giving the blue hedgehog a better view of the shimmering strands of glitter woven through his quills as he turned, gently dropping Sonic back on his feet. They hardly noticed as the last few bars of the song played out, both so wrapped up in each other’s arms that everything else around them had ceased to exist. They stayed like that as the crowds began to clap, cheer, whistle, and whoop at the close of their first dance.

A gathering of Chao fluttered over the couple, placing a crown of flowers on each of their heads and finally bringing them back to reality. They stepped apart, adjusting the crowns for one another, smiling so wide their cheeks hurt.

“So. Freaking. BEAUTIFUL!!!” Amy leapt to the centre of the dance floor, bouncing up and down as she pulled Sonic and Shadow into a tight embrace. “I mean you completely messed up half the choreography but!! The love was there!”

Sonic rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks, Ames.”

“Well, come on, everybody!” Amy beckoned other members of the crowd into the centre as the band resumed playing. “Everyone on the dance floor!”

[notmanagingmymischief]

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐬 | 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

oh wow ok so Emily Blunt’s Mary Poppins is hot. alright i wasn’t expecting that.

so while Julie Andrews’ version will always have my whole heart, Emily has a section of it and that section is surprisingly large.

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I love this gif so much, she's so offended gdbhafsjkz I'm cackling

None of this was your fault, honestly. Or at least that’s what you’d say if she asked. The children planned it and you just...went along with them. You caught Mary Poppins’ eye as you scurried after the little siblings, and you swore you saw a glimpse of amusement dancing in the ocean blues. But maybe you were imagining it, since she conveniently looked away a second later. So you races up the stairs after them, turning around corridors and hissing “Slow down, I’m old!” in Annabel’s ear. She just giggled.

Still you snuck down the corridor, and you were just about to place your hand on the door of the chairman's office when..."Excuse me Miss, hat in the world are you doing?" Your eyes went wide and you spin to face the desk of "Miss Farthing. Ah, I was just...I thought I saw...someone go in here. That I know. Yes, that's it." It wasn't a total lie. You did know Wilkins and his goons, but you definitely weren't...on the best terms with them, so to speak. Miss Farthing narrowed her eyes and slowly her hand crept towards the phone. Your own eyes went even wider, somehow, and you spun on your heel, hissing "Run, children!" just as she picked up the phone and said "It's Miss l/n. She was trying to sneak into your office." You were gone before she finished her sentence.

Once again back to sprinting down the hall, you nearly fell down the stairs in your rush to leave. Not caring about propriety, you yelled out "Mary! Run!" the second your foot hit the landing of the steps, clutching Georgie's hand and pulling him along with you. "Stop them!" you heard behind you and only hoped Mary Poppins was following you as you flung yourself out the door of the bank and ran down the street. You didn't know exactly where you were going so you could only hope that you were going the right way.

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The five of you practically sprint down Cherry Tree Lane, dashing towards number seventeen as fast as you can. Mary Poppins runs shockingly fast in her dark blue heels, keeping up with the fast pace the children have set. When you finally all arrive at the house, you throw yourself at the door, tumbling inside clumsily, but manage to not fall over one another. Once you straighten up, the kids go off running further into the house, leaving you and Mary alone. Your heart is racing and you’re breathing heavily, so you spin to face the other woman. You don’t get a word out as all sounds escape you at the sight of her, unusually disheveled and breathing heavier than normal. And you find yourself thinking that she’s never looked more beautiful.

Adrenaline still coursing through your veins from the run, you don’t even speak before you’re throwing yourself at Mary. Your entire body weight hits the woman, pulling a muffled “oh!” from her lips. Why is it muffled, you ask? Well, it can’t be heard clearly seeing as your lips are now firmly attached to hers. The action actually catches her off guard and she ends up stumbling back a few steps until you’ve got her pressed against the mahogany door. But quick as a whip, she’s caught herself and is in action again; her hands fly to your hips and pull them roughly against hers, tilting her head a bit in order to deepen the kiss. Your lips move rapidly against each other and you faintly hope that the children don’t come back anytime soon, for your hands have now begun hastily unbuttoning Mary’s crimson blazer, shoving it to the floor so you can press your fingers to her thin shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath them.

You moan lowly against the woman’s lips as her tongue slips into your mouth, more skilled than you would have imagined. Though, she’s Mary Poppins. She’s skilled at everything she does. You nibble lightly on her bottom lip once her tongue retreats and she pulls away, opening her mouth to admonish you, but only gets out a breathy little “oh” as you quickly attach your lips to her neck, desperate to feel her skin under your lips after waiting for so long. Mary’s lips remain parted slightly and she tips her head back against the door, closing her eyes and allowing your exploration of her neck to continue with a quiet sigh. But she only allows it for so long before she’s pushing you off her gently and mumbling “The children will be here any second, pull yourself together.” You’re much more out of sorts than her, her perfume clouding your senses and making you dizzy and frankly desperate.

But you obey her wishes and back off, allowing Mary to gently wipe the corner of your mouth with her thumb, which came back stained with her lipstick. It makes you giggle nervously and Mary smile fondly. And, sure enough, the second her hand returns to her side, the children burst into the room, chattering excitedly and dragging you off into the living room. You throw Mary an apologetic look but she just smiles gently and waves you off, heading silently up to her room with a mouthed "later" to you and a wink.

Oh.

[alwaysxlarrie]

5 x 1 snippet

i was tagged by @zanniscaramouche, @littleroverlouis, @finelinegynandromorph & @crinkle-eyed-boo to share a snippet, so here’s one from a 5 x 1 fic i just started writing. it’s 5 times louis made harry blush x 1 time harry made louis blush hehe. thank you for tagging me !!

“He’s lost in enjoying the teasing sensation of Louis’ fingers dancing around on his skin when Louis begins talking.

“Oh yeah, dude. That’s how he got me sucked in. Look at those fuckin’ dimples. You just can’t say no to them. They’ll have a man ready to propose at first glance.” 

Louis leans in to poke the dimple that’s closest to him, which makes him more or less draped over Harry’s back now. He doesn’t mean to, but he starts to squirm due to overload of attention from Louis. The heat coming off of Louis’ body feels like a delicious s’more that’s just been taken out of fire, the attention, the gentle yet firm grip Louis has on both his shoulder and dimple. It all gets very overwhelming very fast.

Harry begins to blush. Goodie. Cue Louis pointing out his ability to make Harry blush so easily and bragging about it for the next ten minutes to anyone who’s willing to listen - or just anyone within hearing distance because Louis tends to not care if they’re actually willing to listen or not.

“Aw, Curly! Are you blushing for me? Isn’t he so cute uh-” Louis leans over Harry - he is fully and completely blanketed over Harry’s back now - to see Alex’s name tag. “Alex?”

“Uh.” Alex replies, sounding very unsure about how to respond. Harry really can’t blame him. “Yeah, of course?”

“Is that a question or a statement, mate?” Louis asks; based on his tone, Harry already knows one of his eyebrows has just been raised in a very challenging manner. This does not bode well for any of them, but especially for Alex. 

Harry really needs to start wearing a sign that says, “please do not question my cuteness or my dimples or my jokes or my quirks if you do not wish to face the wrath of louis tomlinson, the vicious hedgehog. please. he is very strong and he will not hesitate to fight. i am begging you. for all of our sakes. thank u.’ It might have to be a big sign or maybe just be in incredibly tiny letters, but Harry thinks it would be worth it to avoid any more awkward encounters like this in the future.

“No, I mean, uh. I obviously think he’s cute, for sure.” Alex nods in agreement, smiling.

And the thing is, you’d think he would’ve answered the question correctly, especially given the fact that Louis is very visibly willing to fight anyone who questions Harry’s cuteness. You really think he would’ve aced the question. And it’s very obvious that Alex thinks he’s answered the question right, too.

Unfortunately, for Alex though, he did not.”

i am in fact making it my life mission in this fandom to fill it with as much fluff as i possibly can :’)

i’ll tag back the people who tagged me & @loveislarryislove, @neondiamond, @tommokat, @kingsofeverything, @homosociallyyours & @justalarryblog :’)

[nights-nonsensical-ramblings]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

boom and movie interaction ideas

scu tails and sonic keep getting people to have a hand shake with scu knuckles. theyll just be off to the side grinning wildly as someone makes the huge mistake of offering scu knuckles a hand shake who is doing his best and trying to be polite so of course gives them one without realizing how much pain he causes.

scu sonic probably got most of his belonging when was living in the cave by collecting stuff people had thrown away so sees nothing wrong with rummaging through garbage. And getting confused when someone calls Sticks out for doing it. “But people throw good things away all the time”

Sticks and scu tails being boomerang buddies. 

Scu sonic thinks amy’s giant hammer is one of the the coolest things

everyone gets “donut lord/pretzel lady” style nicknames

The Boom team trying to explain to scu tails and sonic that spying on someone to learn about them is not how to make friends 

dave the intern says something vaguely rude towards scu tails and scu sonic and knuckles take this as an insult to their little brother. and are ready to jump the counter and throw hands in their little brothers honor.

scu tail won’t stop making deadly and intense weaponry. (like the wedding cake exploder gun thing) and at one point  gets yelled at by Amy “WHY WOULD YOU MAKE THAT” “idk seemed fun”

the miles electric has caused a LOT of trouble (they didn’t tell anyone about the hologram function at first) some incidents include: a hologram repeatedly entering a room from the same door and everyone loosing their mind. using it to look like scu tails beat boom sonic to somewhere. an incident that caused sticks to run into the woods and not be see for hours

344 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

#4

general sonic headcannons

Rouge made team dark play untitled goose game. It quickly became one of their favorite games.

Sonic was once in the city and got the impulsive thought of “grab pigeon”  and he succeeded. Sonic then stood there for five minutes processing what to do next because his brain hadn’t come up with what to do next.

Knuckles has an extremely skewed sense of time. Like he sees midnight as a reasonable time for visits, he’ll have breakfast anywhere between 1 am and 11 am, he’s willing to wait for what everyone else considers absurd amounts of time but to him are nothing.

Silver loves collecting random trinkets. Especially things that most people these days would take for granted, everyone likes to give him random items to see his face light up with wonder.

Silver lives half in the present and half in the future.

Big gives the best hugs. Team Chaotix especially appreciate them during winter.

Not a single person in the group uses a chair in a normal way.

351 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

#3

Another thing I love about the sonic movies (that gives me major neurodivergent vibes) is seeing how the kids are leaning by mimicking.

We have sonic in the first movie copying Tom with pressing the ice to his face and Maddie with the yoga (come to think of it a majority of Sonics learning probably was from mimicry) oh yeah the trying to smash a bottle of a guys head because he saw it in a movie.

Then Tails with the dance sequence (I’m sure there was more but I can’t think of it off of the top of my head)

And knuckles getting ready to join the battle just like the older warriors. and especially the scene where he sees Robotnik playing around and acting destructive to the sonic hologram and then proceeds to do it himself. Or how sonic throws sand so he starts doing it to (I love this scene it really help remind you that they’re teenagers who went through hell and had to grow up too fast)    And The particular way he uses a handshake or power bump once he learns what they are.

I know there’s more examples of all three of them doing this but I’ll have them to rewatch the films to remember 

anyway they’re neurodivergent and I love them for it.

369 notes - Posted May 1, 2022

#2

i notice a lot of fanart likes to portray SCU sonic as being around waist height to boom sonic and following that logic I used these two screenshots to try and compare the scu and boom characters 

They where the closest I found where all the characters where standing straight/neutral in a line and all basically the same distance from the camera.

So I lined them up, put scu sonic at about waist height and measured them.

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392 notes - Posted May 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Idk I think this is the dynamics they’d have.

424 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

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[yuulina-vre]

The Walk

Fauna’s save heaven

Summary: Y/N wants to go for a walk, igrnoring the heavy rain outside.

Pairing: Steve x Bucky x Reader

Wordcount: 5.134 words

Warnings: none

Masterlist

Y/N sits on the couch in the living room, browsing through some magazines. She hums at some décor tips, thinking about adding some plants to her room and maybe some curtains to the common room, a new carpet would be nice too. The old one has some stains of indeterminable liquids that Y/N knows are the results of the many parties Tony had thrown. Despite this, it looks nice in these magazines. She turns the page only to cringe at the newest recommended diet for the perfect summer body, with pictures of women as thin as a stick. “Are people actually still falling for this shit?” She asks out loud, not concerned to talk to herself. Though, Natasha and Wanda look up from her own magazines to look at what she’s reading, then scoffing themselves and turning back to their own stuff that’s not really a better medium than hers. “What shit?” A deep voice startles her, not having heard someone approach her. She nearly jumps from the couch, the magazine falling into her lap as she clutches her chest over her racing heart and tries to keep the screech, that’s almost making its way out of her mouth, at bay. The urge to change and flee, or attack, rises in her gut but she pushes it down, knowing that nothing will ever happen to her here. The tall, muscular brunette that steps up behind her, apple in one hand and chewing on it, chuckles. “Jesus! Don’t scare a girl like that.” She scolds, taking a deep and calming breath. “Bucky is fine, but thanks.” He grins mischievously at her, even winks a little while wiping some of the apple juice from his mouth with the back of his hand. Y/N only scoffs, turns back, and picks up her magazine to show him. “I meant this diet shit in these magazines. That a woman has to be thin and fit to be able to wear bikinis at the beach. Only for men to attract. Who`s gonna fall for that? It’s not what’s important. Besides, most of these diets aren’t even helping or are backfiring as soon as you don’t follow it as strictly anymore.” Bucky looks over the page she who’s him, his eyes linger on the woman, then switch over to the recommended diet. “More woman than you think fall for it.” He chuckles again, takes another bite from his fruit before he rounds the couch to flop down beside her, eyeing her disgusted face. “Don’t worry doll, back in the day it was the same. My Ma always scolded Becca for falling for the magazines.” Y/N starts pouting at him and shoves the offending material of paper as far away from her as she can. “I don’t even know why people buy this? Is there no better thing than to read what some wannabe reporter thinks about celebrity relationships? They’re just people who want to live their lives in peace.”

“And because they’re celebrities everyone wants to know what’s going on.” Bucky reaches over and takes one of Y/N’s hands in his, squeezing lightly to reassure her. “You know you’re being followed as soon as you leave home. People want to know what you’re up to, too. It’s just natural.” He shrugs and presses a kiss to her temple but Y/N pout further. “Yeah, but I’m trained to slip by people unnoticed or lose them quickly. I know how to escape and only show what I want other people to see.” She crosses her arms for good measure. All she’s getting is Bucky’s chuckle and his chewing as he takes another big bite while he pulls her closer to his side. For a while, she just listens to Bucky eating and the girls silently turning page after page, sometimes scoffing and sometimes laughing at things they discover. It doesn’t take long for Y/N to get bored. If she had timed it, it probably took only about ten minutes or so. “Buckyyyy?” She whines, turning to him, puppy dog eyes already forming on her face, pout deepening a little. “Mhh?” He doesn’t look at her. She’s not sure if it because he knows what look she sends him or because he actually finds the page on the magazine, that she had pushed away, actually interests him. “Can we go for a walk?” The brunette nearly chokes on his apple, coughing wildly until Y/N quickly sits up to clap on his back hard, worry on her face. “N-now?” He chokes out, looking at her in disbelieve, face beet red from coughing. “I mean- yeah?” She shrugs a little, hand still on his back, rubbing absentmindedly. “Y/N! It’s raining cats and dogs!” Bucky motions to one of the windows with his hand still clutching the remains of his apple. She follows his hand with a sigh. It’s darker outside, the clouds hanging heavy on the sky, hiding the sun, emptying themselves at a rapid speed. The water runs down the glass and the splattering of raindrops against the window and ground sounds like small machine guns. “I know. But… Pretty please? You know I like running in the rain. And it’s not even cold outside!” She turns a little, pouting again and making big, pleading eyes at him that she knows he can’t resist. “Noo… Y/N. Don’t look at me like that. I don’t like you smelling like a wet dog. Can’t you ask Stevie? Or Sam?” Bucky actually whines himself but Y/N continues to look at him. “They are not here. Please Bucky. Pleaaaase!” Her pout and big eyes get bigger, she now turns fully to face him, hands reaching out to place on the forearm of his metal arm, shaking it lightly with desperation. “Y/N…” He whines again, looking to the window to avoid Y/N’s eyes, but she actually whines as a little puppy would. She knows she got him now. “B-but... only for half an hour or so.” He lets his head hang in defeat but Y/N’s already throwing her arms around him, pressing a kiss to his cheek ignoring the stickiness from him trying to eat an apple like a five-year-old. “Yes! Thank you!” She jumps up, happily clapping her hands in excitement before dashing out of the room, missing Bucky’s soft smile and Natasha’s eyes rolling in annoyance. They all tell him he is too soft when she asks for something but Bucky always tries to ignore it, claiming it's not true. He knows it’s true.

Y/N now dashes down the hall to the elevator, getting in and tapping her feet restlessly until the doors open a floor down again. Sam’s wandering down the hall, smiling as he sees her, “Hey /YN.”

“Can’t, Sam! Going for a walk!” She’s passed him with a grin before she’s finished shouting, rounding the corner, and sprinting for her door. She nearly pushes it out of its hinges as she shoves it open with some exciting force. She slitters to a halt at her bed, falls to her knees and gets the box with her supplies out from under it. The box isn’t a small one. It’s filled with collars and leashes, toys and treats, even some products like shampoo and conditioner or clothes, brushes, and accessories. Things she needs for her many animal changes. She digs around for a few seconds until she finds her favorite collar and leash. It’s a light brown one which is twisted at four different spots to look like it’s braided there. The buckle is silver just like the ring for the matching leash. Attached to the collar is a small round dog tag with her name and Bucky’s number on it. As Tony purchased the collar, they decided Bucky’s number would be best, since he’s the one to take her out as a dog the most, followed by Steve, though he doesn’t like for people to know his number. ‘They will spread it and I won’t have a calm minute to spend with my best guy and girl’.

Y/N makes quick work of getting out of her clothes putting them neatly on her bed. She won’t need them after changing but that doesn’t mean that she can’t put them on tomorrow. She probably won’t change back today, aiming for falling asleep on Bucky’s and Steve’s bed after dinner, cuddling up close to them.

She ties the collar around her neck, knowing pretty well how tight it needs to be so it won’t slip off. She has done it plenty of times by now that she thinks she could do it with closed eyes. She walks naked to the door, peeking outside to make sure no one’s actually in front of it or even in the hall before opening it just a tiny bit more to make getting out easier. She hates trying to open doors with her paws. It's frustrating at best. Then she closes her eyes and concentrates. While changing, she has to concentrate on the animal she wants to be, on how it looks, how the fur has to be, and how big she wants to be. Sometimes even on how the bones have to shift, especially if it’s a bigger or a really small animal like horses or hedgehogs. She feels herself shrink, her bones adjusting and her skin sporting soft brown and curly fur. The moment she opens her eyes again she knows she looks just like a beautiful soft brown Australian Labradoodle. She shakes herself happily to get the small ache out of her body before bouncing up and down, happily running through her room and then out of the door and down the hall once more. She barks at the doors of the elevator, dancing in front of it until FRIDAY finally opens them for her. Sometimes FRIDAY takes her time and Y/N swears that Tony programmed her to tease others. She’s impatient to finally move at a dizzying speed through the streets. When the doors finally open, she dashes inside, making sure the leash is all set in the cabin and not hanging out. She doesn’t want to choke and strangle herself. Then she nudges the button for one floor upstairs with her nose to meet with Bucky again. 

Bolting through the doors of the living room once more, with a happy dance and lots of barking, she runs around, sniffing and jumping everyone. Nat, Wanda, and Bucky aren’t the only ones in the room anymore. Steve and Sam have joined them and somewhere off, probably in the attached kitchen, she can smell Tony. “Hey, girl. You really going for a walk in that rain?” Sam stands up only to crouch down again, clapping for Y/N’s attention. She runs up to him immediately, leaving Steve behind, and dances around him only jumping a little to lick his face. Steve always scolds her for jumping but she’s satisfied that he’s not saying anything right now, besides Sam’s laughing and all. She barks once as an answer just as Bucky starts grumbling again. Sam only laughs, scratching Y/N on all the right places and cooing at her, which will earn him some teasing when she changes back later. She likes teasing him for his soft spots. “How did you get Buck to go with you?” Steve raises an eyebrow, an amused smirk on his face as he watches Sam playing with her, nudging Bucky with his shoulder, too. “Puppy eyes.” Nat supplies amused scrolling through her phone. Bucky grumbles some more but soon has his lap full of a grown dog. Y/N has enough of getting patted, she wants to go outside and run in the rain! Torture Bucky too! Playfully, but carefully, she starts biting at his shirt and arm, trying to get the lazy mass of muscles to move his pretty butt off the couch and outside with her. As encouragement she whines a little, earning several rolled eyes and a laugh from Steve. Though he laughs more to tease Bucky. “Fine, fine. Stop pulling. Just gonna get my jacket.” Bucky sighs, runs his hand over his face through his hair. He throws a last teasing look to Steve but the blonde actually stretches out his tongue like a child and grins. Bucky pouts and flips him off while he stands up, and shuffles out of the room grumpily. Y/N can hear him curse himself but she’s not really paying attention, instead lying down next to Steve’s thigh. He cards his fingers over her back, still scrolling through his StarkPad. “You have to make it up to him later, Y/N.” Steve chuckles and pulls playfully on her ear, earning a growl back. “You know how much he hates the rain.” She huffs, knowing that Bucky really doesn’t like it. He hates being soaked the feeling of wet hair plaster to his skin and, most importantly, the wet metal arm that he has to clean up later on. She licks Steve’s wrist before settling again. She feels the calmness overweight the excitement again. She relaxes under Steve’s touch and starts licking his leg in pleasure, even if it’s making Steve squirm a little. “Y/N, come here.” She looks up from her spot, seeing Wanda pat the space on the floor beside her, the magazine still in hand. She smiles at her and Y/N thinks she sees something shining in her eyes, so she huffs out a breath, licking a last time over Steve’s thigh and wrist. Just as she had lied down! She gets up nonetheless. She loves Wanda. She’s always so careful, knows which spots are magical while patting and she’s never disgusted with what Y/N chooses to turn into. She jumps from the couch and walks to the young woman. Her tail waggles a little as she settles next to her, licking over her face to make her laugh. She settles with a goofy grin on her snout, head on her paws, and huffing in content. The woman runs her hand gently through her fur, paying special attention to the spot behind her right ear, which she knows is Y/N’s favorite spot. Her tail thumbs a rapid rhythm on the ground. She can hear Natasha and Sam chuckle, just as Tony leaves the kitchen and comes into the living room, smoothie in hand. He eyes Y/N for a second, then settles next to Steve who’s tapping away on his StarkPad.

From time to time Tony complains about all the hairs she’s leaving or her scratching the furniture and walls while climbing, sometimes leaving other… things… behind but today seems as if he’s alright with her being a dog. He even steals more glances at her than usual. Y/N suspects that he would like for her to come over so he can pat her. Too bad she’s actually comfortable on the ground right now. But she makes a mental note to come to him later.

Wanda loves animals. She always tries to find some room for Y/N to get the love she needs and takes care of the animals she’s turned into when Steve and Bucky aren’t around or are busy. It does help her to keep herself calm and Y/N knows Wanda would be lying if she wouldn’t pay close attention to each individual. When do you actually have the chance to see a tiger or chipmunk up close and can touch them?

Sam mostly likes to coddle her or take her running. He’s found a lot of times with her playing on the ground and stuffing her up with treats. When they both are gone then it’s clear that Sam took her for a post-mission run. It helps him and her to get pent-up energy loose, clear the head after bad missions. On rare occasions, he even takes her to the VA. She’s always excited.

When Tony doesn’t complain about her fur then he likes to ramble to her in his lab, just like Bruce. It doesn’t matter if she’s shifted or not, they’re just happy to talk, Tony more than Bruce, though. Bruce likes to stroke her fur when she’s a cat to calm himself down. More than once has Y/N shifted in the jet after a mission to help him calm down when she noticed that his music doesn’t work. Sometimes she keeps him company when he has to stay behind in the jet. Then they’re often found fooling around with some mind games. Y/N then has to keep her animal instinct in charge so Bruce can see how intelligent the animal itself probably is. Y/N likes it because it means she’s learning more about the animals she turns into. Tony builds her playgrounds in his lab, like small labyrinths or tube mazes.

Nat actually is a lot different. She usually doesn’t let anybody see her vulnerable side, besides Clint and sometimes Bruce. But Y/N once has shifted and sneaked around until she found her in one of the empty offices on the other side of the compound. Nat had sat curled up and shivering, breathing heavily because of a panic attack. A weasel, Y/N was small enough to come up to her. She had climbed in her lap and done everything she could to comfort the redhead. In the evening, while they all ate dinner, she hadn’t brought it up, just send Nat a knowing smile and nod. Natasha later caught her alone in the hall and had thanked her. Sometimes Y/N now experiences some mental breakdowns, fierce anger, and a lot of other things Nat normally wouldn’t have shown anybody and tries to help as best as she can. The most surprising for Y/N was that Nat likes to cuddle, though. Like Bucky she seems to be touch starved and, on some occasions, she can’t hide it pretty well.

Clint is… well Clint. He’s like an overgrown excited child, no matter which animal Y/N chooses to be he’s the one trying to play with her. More than once she had bitten him while he overdid it but Clint never held a grudge. 

Under Wanda’s soothing touch Y/N nearly falls into a comfortable doze but the smell of Bucky’s returning scent lets her lift her head.

Bucky is one of her two favorite persons. She helps him just as much as he helps her. She knows he sleeps better when she and Steve are close to him, preferably in one bed, too. When Steve’s not there and Y/N is changed he can sleep almost just as good. Her animal form brings him an unknown comfort that her human form can’t while missing Steve. She suspects that, when Steve’s away and she’s not changed, that she reminds Bucky too much that Steve’s missing. So, changing it is then, it’s easier to pretend that Steve and she are away together and safe. Bucky never told her that it’s actually like that but Y/N guesses that it is. After the bad nightmares, he calms faster with a fluffy animal beside him, too. He doesn’t feel pressured to talk then. Also, Bucky is just as affectionate with her like an animal as a human. He presses kisses here and there, rubs all the right spots he knows, and just... is there. It helps that she’s in love with him and he with her. That’s why he can’t deny her anything.

Steve’s similar to Bucky and Wanda. He finds just as much peace in her changes, trying to draw her every chance he gets. That's when she stays still long enough, though. She is a really fidgety person and only stays in one spot long enough if she’s either comfortable, gets good scratches, is sleepy, or gets a lot of treats. Most of his art pieces about her animal forms are of her sleeping peacefully somewhere around the compound or on someone’s lap. But she loves those drawings. She made him copy some of them to hang up in her own room, which she only uses when she’s mad or feels overwhelmed and needs space for herself. Which actually happens a lot less in the last few months than it used to. Steve offered plenty of times to give her the originals but she always says that he should keep them for some sort of art portfolio. She stays with the copies. Steve actually enjoys the most of her changes, just as Bucky, in private. He sees more of them and Y/N isn’t opposed to change in front of both super-soldiers, with them being her boyfriends and all. Steve always tells her, that he likes to see her change. He finds it fascinating. Also, he can’t deny her anything but other than Bucky he never denies it.

Now her tongue lolls out, tail happily thumping against the floor as Bucky strolls in, scowl still on his face but clad in running gear and rain jacket. “Someone volunteering to accompany us?” He looks around but no one meets his eyes. A clear message. Y/N doesn’t take it, though. She stands up, nosing Wanda apologetically for leaving her but the woman only giggles and shoves her wet nose away. Then she walks up to Steve and sits down in front of him, right in his sight, head slightly angled with a whine and pleading look. She sees his eyes flicker to her and he pales a little, squirming. He can’t resist her, and she knows how to get him to confirm to go with them. “I… ehm…No?” Ohhh, his resolve is crumbling already. She doesn’t take his no. She whines again shuffles closer and places her head on his lap. The crease between his eyes deepens and his eyes flicker helplessly up, probably hoping someone’s saving him, but no one jumps in. Tony even smirks knowingly. “Okay, okay. Fine.” He groans, pushes his tablet in Tony’s hands, and stands up. He ruffles her fur before he walks past Bucky with a slight, but not real, glare. “I hate you.” His voice is muffled but Bucky laughs and Y/N starts jumping around again. She feels this itch to move growing, not being able to wait for a second longer. Bucky seems to catch it and whistles for her. “Ready beautiful?” She barks as confirmation, running up to him. Bucky grabs Y/N’s leash the moment she’s close enough and holds her back as she all but drags him to the elevator. He has his dear trouble to hold her still long enough for a grumpy Steve in rain clothes to join them in the entry hall before she starts dragging harder to get them outside, down the paths, and to the street by the forest. “Y/N! Stop dragging so much. You won’t get any air this way.” Y/N barks a little strangled but stops pulling. He’s right, breathing had turned out to be a bit of a struggle but she’s just so excited. The rain on her fur feels incredible. The air is warm and the rain is cooling, it smells fresh and the pitter-patter is a soothing sound in the background. She jumps happily through puddles, preferably the ones close to Bucky and Steve to try to get them as wet as possible. They both only scold her but she sees that they’re secretly smiling. And she caught Steve jumping in a big puddle that bucky just tried to not walk in, spraying him with muddy water. Bucky curses. “Dear God, Steve! Are you for real?!” The blonde only laughs. Steve looks relaxed and has Bucky’s hand in a loose grip, fingers interlaced. They walk for a little bit, chatting about everything and nothing while until the rain lets up a bit, though it’s still bad enough. At one point Steve takes the leash from Bucky with a distracting kiss and starts jogging slowly, leaving the brunette stunned, but for only a few seconds. He catches up pretty fast, even slapping Steve’s butt with a laugh. They continue jogging and Y/N happily follows. She likes running. The path guides them a little through the forest where the rain’s less heavy, due to the trees and leaves shielding them. Y/N takes some time to jump through puddles after Steve unleashes her and, to Bucky’s horror, rolls around in one particular muddy one. He’s in charge of cleaning her up this week and Steve gladly reminds him of that. Her light brown fur’s now a darker shade and she probably needs two baths to get everything out. Though, Y/N knows that that will lead to Bucky joining her in the tub, which then leads to soapy cuddles and doggy kisses while they relax. “Come on, doll. Please stop rolling in that. It’s cold and I’d like to go home now.” Y/N looks up from her happy puddle to see Bucky shivering. Both men are soaked through but Steve seems not to mind that much. She looks over to him and he only shrugs but nods. “We’re out for a while now.” She doesn’t feel the cold but Bucky’s wet from head to toe, his hair escaped his bun and hangs in his face, glued to his skin. Which he doesn’t like. She barks once and gets up, shaking herself and getting muddy water everywhere. She really doesn’t want him to get sick or freeze to death, so she lets him set his pace back after attaching the leash again. It’s not like she needs it but Bucky once said that he likes to have her on the leash. It brings a calm that he never really knew of. They nearly arrive at the entrance as Y/N suddenly stops. The pitter-patter is louder here. She looks around and finds a corner where the water flows from the roof in big fat streams. Excitement overcomes her, she barks, jumps happily from paw to paw, and looks at Steve, who’s still holding her leash, tugging a little. “What?” She tugs again, taking a step closer to the little waterfall. She sees the moment Steve realizes what she sees. An amused smile graces his lips. “Alright. You clean up a little while playing, yeah?” She barks loudly, performing a little dance after she gets the leash off, and then sprints over to the stream.

She runs under it a few times, watching the mud coming off of her and flowing on the ground to get spread by the rain. She even lies down for a second and turns in the puddle under the stream to get more mud out of her fur on every part that she can reach that way before standing back up. She jumps around a few times barking happily, then she tries to bite it. Snapping after it, as if it’s some sort of toy that gets pulled away at the last moment. She lifts her paws a few times to punch after the drops, getting water everywhere. The rain really is her favorite thing. The excitement doubles the longer she’s playing. Pawing at the water, biting, jumping back and biting again, then dancing around it only to repeat it. The feeling that she has is the one that she associates with being a little puppy. She feels happy and fidgety, the urge to hunt and play is overpowering everything else. She looks up to see Bucky and Steve grinning at her. Steve hugs Bucky close to warm him up a little, pressing soft kisses to his shoulder now and then while the brunette points his phone to her playground, probably filming her to show the others later on. She barks again and continues playing until a loud thunder blasts overhead, startling her. Y/N whimpers, having been scared to death, and rushes back to her men, pushing close between their legs to hide. Steve almost falls back with her force running into him but he catches himself quickly. “Holy, that was loud.”

“Hey, little one. Got scared, huh?” Bucky chuckles, passes his phone to Steve, and crouches down beside her, patting her head lovingly and tries to calm her. He presses a few kisses to her dirty head. “It’s alright, just the mean sound of a very angry nature phenomenon. It won’t be able to do something.” He knows she doesn’t like any sort of loud sounds, thunder being one of them. Past experiences in her childhood have led her to get startled easily when any sort of storm hits. Panic attacks have occurred more than usual in these times, and still do. Though, Bucky is always there to comfort and help her. In some way, she’s similar to his panic. Steve always supplies them with hot chocolate, food, and treats. She whimpers again as some lightning hits the darkened sky and presses herself into his side. “Alright, lovely. Let’s get you both inside.” Steve eyes the sky warily before he looks at her and Bucky, motioning for them to follow. “How about a warm, calming bath and maybe a movie? Steve can make the bed to a cozy hideout, hm?” Bucky looks her directly in the eyes while scratching carefully under her chin. Y/N licks over her nose, then over his wrist in agreement. It sounds like a plan and exactly like something she had thought of before going outside. The man smiles and opens the door to get her inside. “Alright, up we go. By the way. Tony says if you damage any furniture your banned from the compound for the next week.” He laughs loudly at her unimpressed face. They all know that Tony wouldn’t get it over himself to throw her out, not even for a minute. He would miss rambling to somebody too much.

Just as thought Y/N gets her bubbly cuddles with bucky in the tub before he gets her out again and passes Steve the towels to dry her off while he cleans the bathroom. Twenty minutes later Y/N lies snuggled up to Steve under the heavy blanket, her head resting on his chest while he watches the movie. She tries to doze, blend out the storm outside while the shower is running with Bucky in it. “You alright, beautiful?”

She whimpers a little and shuffles forward a little so her head lies nearly next to his. “Sleepy?” She huffs in his ear. Steve laughs but starts scratching her tummy affectionately. She closes her eyes, enjoying the touch and warmth. “Okay, then we take a nap.” One lick against his cheeks seems to be all the confirmation he needs. The TV sound gets lower and the blanket is drawn up a bit more. Steve’s arms come around her, hands burying in her fur, stroking lazily over her head now. “Sleep tight, beautiful.” She feels his hands on her until she slowly drifts off, thunder nearly forgotten. Only the dip of the mattress and Steve’s and Bucky’s silent voices get to her until she fully succumbs to her dreams.

[hyukaheart]

curiosity tag !! <3

i wanted to make my own tag game, mainly because i’m always curious about things and too shy to ask, so i thought i could put a few questions together like this !

it’s also been in my drafts for a little while now and i keep adding questions to it, so i’m posting it now before it gets too long and no one wants to do it KANSKDN.. so ! here ! :

which artists make you instantly smile when you hear their laughs?

hueningkai (txt), dino (svt), jiung (p1h), hyunjin (skz)

what’s a song you’d like to recommend to the person who tagged you?

oki so obviously no one tagged me, but here’s a song rec for u ! hehe <3

which artist/s have your favourite voices?

i’m not going to let myself give an explanation for each or i’ll ramble on forever, so here’s my list akcndj:

renjun (nct), beomgyu (txt), kyungsoo(exo), haechan (nct)

what are some sets from the wonderful ccs here that you find yourself thinking about often?

lulu’s (@cherriki’s) absolutely stunning ‘dear sputnik’ set which i have not once stopped thinking about

this huening kai set ryu (@gyukai)made for me, bc ryu is an angel

vivi’s (@fightorescapes’s) ‘yeonjun for dazed korea’ set bc the colours are just so beautiful

this adorable treasure set of erin’s (@jaehyukkies’) that convinced me to finally start learning more abt the boys

lulu’s (@cherriki’s) completely dreamy howl beomgyu set <33

riri’s (@heeseunq’s) set of heeseung and his teddy bear bc it’s my ultimate comfort set <33

ryu’s (@gyukai’s) 210625 huening kai set bc it’s literally epic

if you could steal (affectionately akcnjd) an idol’s pet, who’s would it be and why?

soobin’s babie hedgehog ODIIII !!!!! bc he has the cutest little nose and i want to spoil him rotten (not that soob doesn’t already akdnjsbdj)

which artists that share your star sign do you like?

my pisces angels: beomgyu ♡ hyunjin ♡ ten ♡

do you have any favourite photoshoots that your ults have done?

for txt i love their star1 magazine and weverse magazine shoots, they’re both so dreamy and pretty and i like the styling <3

what songs do you always get stuck in your head?

just b’s damage, p1harmony’s siren, enhypen’s fever, txt’s anti-romantic

who are your favourite dancers in kpop right now?

dance has been a huge part of my life and so i always find myself drawn to members who’s dancing just completely captures me <3 i’m going to add some links to some of my favourite performances (and i might actually make another post abt just his topic hehe), but again i’m not letting myself ramble on about each of them (though i could, for hours, akcnkddn)

minghao (svt), ten (nct), taemin, hyunjin (skz), soul (p1h - but also all of p1h are insanely good), jisung (nct)

are there any photos of your ults that you find yourself thinking about a lot?

which artist/s do you feel you can see yourself in?

for me it’s beomgyu, and not just because he’s a pisces too akcndjdn, i relate to him on a lot of levels, his perfectionism, his emotions, his way of thinking.. i always find it comforting to see him doing what he loves and enjoying himself, because it encourages me and reminds me that i can reach that point too.

who’s rapping do you always find yourself vibing with?

yangyang (nct/wayv) !! and jeongseob (p1h) !!! & the kings themselves 😌 jisung and changbin (skz) !!!!

are there any artist/s who’s talking voice you could listen to forever?

i find huening kai’s voice really comforting, as well as seonghwa’s and felix’s <33

is there anyone who always manages to give you gender envy?

yeonjun (txt) ! taemin ! beomgyu (txt) ! donghun (a.c.e) ! hyunjin (skz) ! jeonghan (svt) !

and finally, what idol do you thing the person who tagged you is most like?

obviously i can’t answer this one, but if anyone else does this tag game, i look forward to seeing who people answer this for each other hehe

okay !! sorry it got a little long, but i’m suuuper curious to see my moots’ answers !! these are always the questions i want to ask people hehe <33

i’m going to tag lotsa my lovely moots in the hopes that someone will take pity on my and answer my questions lololl <3 but, please don’t feel pressured to do this if you don’t want to !! ilu all <3 @softforqiankun @gyukai @cherriki @polargyu @honeyseungz @fightorescapes @soppa @heeseunq @jaehyukkies @idonghyuck @mowah @soobeen @yeonjuins @minki-s @thotsauce​ @hwanjisung​ @yeonjuwn​ @pjmsdior​

[binniesthighs]

two tails | reader x minho |

Three 

Pairing: self insert, female reader x lee minho 

Genre: strangers to lovers, neighbors to lovers, fluff 

Tags: neighbors au, comfort fic, catowner!minho, catowner!reader, author!reader, bestfriend!seungmin, floristnpunk!jisung, gradstudent!jeongin, agedup!skz, slow burn, plot driven, gradual romance, lil bit of angst, strained parental relationship, explicit language, mentions of food and alcohol, mentions of previous kinda sad relationships 

Word count: 5.4k (y e e h a w) 

Tagging: @lauraneuuh​

Chapters 

P | ONE | TWO | THREE | ?

zeal noun 

: eagerness and ardent interest in the pursuit of something: fervor 

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Seungmin never liked your cooking, or at least, he’d often mumble this into his spoon while beginning his second serving. He was probably just being nice, or respectful. Your best friend of four years had never been less. 

Aside from the fact the he had a 70 pound golden retriever, never had you once seen a strand of that golden hair cling to the cloth of his winter coats. In the autumn, he would drive you in his hand-me-down ‘91 Mitsubishi to the city where you would tutor the English students just so you wouldn’t have to bear the cold of the subway. In the summers he would toss soju down his throat with you, sitting on the carpet of your living room and turning his head to the side with a hand raised to hide his glass. In the spring, he would remember your birthday--several months before his--and take you to coffee shops and bookstores, then the grocery store (which he knew you hated) and would buy for you the most expensive beef he could find. 

You would cook the meat for the two of you, and he would say that he liked it...even if you had charred it black on the edges. 

Seungmin flicked at the little aluminum tab on his beer can while he watched you murder yet another plate of perfectly fine vegetables on your stovetop. 

“At least it smells nice.” You flipped the circle of white onion. 

“It does.” He returned, nonchalant, flicking the beer tab a little poink. 

“You’re being uncharacteristically quiet. Too tired to complain about those dicks from the marketing team? They put you on a shitty pitch again didn’t they?” 

“Every pitch is a shitty pitch there. God, you wouldn’t believe the kinds of slogans that they make me say sometimes. It’s humiliating.” 

“Hey, you’re the one that took the pay raise over that job at that high school.” 

“Well, you didn’t have rent staring you dead in the face and a dog that’s practically active and sentient enough to be a real child.” He slugged down a sip of his drink. “I’m a single father you know.” 

“As if!” You choked out your laughter. “Since when did you turn into Hyunjin? You were never one for dramatics anyway.” 

“Go get your vegetables, they’ll burn.” He nodded his head to the stove. The thing was, they were already burnt. 

You salvaged what you could of the vegetables then placed them over your rice balls (not intended to be balls in the first place) and the chicken strips which had undoubtedly been seasoned just a little too much. You slid the ceramic bowl in front of him. At least it was steaming. That was a good sign. 

Seungmin nodded a little in thanks, then let out a less than obvious sigh before taking his first bite. 

“Spicy...but good.” 

The way that his breath sounded thin made it convincing enough to you that it wasn’t just “spicy.” 

He scrunched up his face in that adorably puppy-like way that you had long gotten used to. 

“Really. Tell me. It isn’t the pitches. Don’t pretend like I can’t read you.” 

Your best friend squeezed his eyes shut with a rather generous slug of his beer. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Whaaaat?” You whined a little while opening up your own can. “Oh my god. It’s that girl from the art division. She has a boyfriend doesn’t she? Dammit.” 

“No.” Your friend drew the disdain in his eyes up to you from the chicken that had made his nose start to run. He wiped at it quickly. 

“I hope it’s not my mother that’s getting to you. She’s too damn nosy for her own good and twice as cocky as she should be. Don’t listen to her. What did she tell you anyway?” 

Seungmin poked at his food with his fork then twisted a crispy-tipped red pepper. “Have you talked to him again?”

“--Minho?”

You shied at the memory of meeting him on his morning run two days prior. He would go out at nearly 8:00 on the dot every morning, just when the sun started to peek into the dewy pink and blue mornings.

“You should put on a sweater if you’re going to get up this early for those plants of yours. Don’t want you catching a cold.”

“Yes.” You answered your friend. A tiny ache pinged at your chest--and it wasn’t the kind that felt all twisted. “He asked me to watch the meteor shower with him this weekend. I hope I can cook something edible for him.”

Seungmin’s knee bounced, “Aren’t you at least at little suspicious of him?”

“Suspicious? Why would I be?”

“You hardly even know anything about him, or where he came from, what he does for a living--”

“--Now you’re starting to sound like my mother Seung. Relax. Besides, sometimes it doesn’t take much to feel...comfortable around a person. I mean, look at us! Soju nights started like, three weeks after we met. And I do know where he works. He works for a company that makes windows; fancy ones.” 

“Windows?” He cocked a brow. 

“He did say that it was kind of boring...” 

“I just--” Your friend sighed out, resting anxious hands on his knees. Here he was again, being nice and respectful, like always. “--You could get hurt if you’re not careful.” 

“What?”

“I’m saying, don’t get your hopes up.” 

“Geez Seung...” Your voice trailed off with a different pain in your chest. This was the kind that twisted. 

His expression softened, and he lent a hand to your shoulder, lingering, squeezing lightly. “Your mom...she told me to look after you...not like I do that already with you falling all over yourself and burning things...I don’t want to see you get hurt.” 

“Hm. Thanks.” 

“You’re also miserable to deal with when you’re sad. You make me blow my grocery budget with how much frickin’ ice cream and freezer tater tots you force me to get.” 

“You like those tater tots too though.” 

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Bomi purred in your lap swaddled into a little ball of white, orange, black and brown. She was napping, or rather, trying to nap with the way that her little cat-shaped eyes blinked slowly. You tried your best to soak every little moment of it up: you knew that with her, it would be fleeting. There was something supremely calming about being close to your little furball like this. After all the love that you poured over her in the form of useless cat toys and new cat food every week, this somehow made it all worth it. 

You tapped lightly at your keyboard, not too harshly, just lightly enough so that you wouldn’t startle your sleeping cat. The tips of your toes were cold, but you didn’t dare to move to grab a blanket to ruin the moment. Outside, a light spring rain befell on your small cement patio. Droplets of the warm showers patted at the roof of your home softly. 

Your eyes had grown tired and dry at this late hour, but the end of the chapter was near. One more time you hovered your mouse over the little notification bar, clicking at it for that one last push of motivation: 

~ 

Bomi needs to quit MESSING AROUND. Blaze is right in front of her!!! Ahhhh I want them to get together soooo bad 

Is Herbie okay?? Poor bb, its so cute how we would do anything for Bomi. 

Bomi: 

Blaze: 

*now kiss* 

Are we really getting to the end of Book 1??? This has been such an amazing story N/n, I always look forward to your updates <3 they make my Thursdays hehe 

I can feel like something big and bad is coming...oh no...I hope that Blaze and Bomi make it through  

~ 

A thankful little chuckle hummed on your lips, then you pressed enter to start a new paragraph. 

“Oh Bomi,” You exhaled, “If only Blaze knew how you felt too.” 

Chapter 27 

...The group journeyed through the cavern with flickering white flames dancing and casting shadows on the stone walls dripping in stalactites. Bomi held on to the hilt of her sword tighter with a sense of dread creeping up her throat. Blaze looked onward, much as he had been doing these days. 

His leg was wrapped in a bloodied bandage: a reminder of the battle won against the Boar in Hilgram. He had jumped in front of her as he had countless times before. 

“Hello??” Blaze’s voice echoed against the long and winding chambers of the cave. In his tone he was confident, but his shoulders still shook with an uncertainty. 

Herbie’s little hedgehog feet patted the damp floor, and he looked up at his Princess with fear in his soft black eyes. The little velvet banner wrapped around his body had been torn and tattered from one too many battles. 

Had it been darker, Bomi wondered if she had reached out for Blaze’s hand to find in him. She shook her head with her resolve, eyes painfully shut. It was only in the darkness that she allowed herself to want for him. 

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Today must be one of those spring-summer days.

Your warbled reflection chased after you in the blue glass of the university’s library windows. You had hoped that no one was on the other side watching you as you wrinkled up your nose to look like one of those devilish gargoyles that you had been writing of the night before. From the inside, rows and rows of books were lined up perfectly, however there were almost no students inside. It always did make you a little sad how few students would be there when you clocked in for your mandatory office hours.

Spring-summer days meant that the businesswomen on the sidewalks had exchanged with trousers with flowing skirts and little clicky ballet flats and each businessman had his tie and collar tugged down. There was a comforting warmth to the spring air that reminded you of your own college days when you and your friends--long gone now--had stayed up late to study, then would scour the buzzing streets for snacks. Things were much simplier then.

At the library’s entrance, budding tulips and geraniums of light purple hues were greeted by round bumblebees. Had the city not been as loud as it was, you could nearly hear the cicadas in the park on the east edge of the shining silver building.

You bowed slightly to the attendant at the desk who always would smile at you with adorable smiling eyes to match. She would often wear earrings of strange shapes that you had never seen before. She wore a lanyard too that had little cat paw prints decorating it; it was because of this you knew she was someone you could trust.

“Are you having a nice week?” You said to her customarily.

“Oh, I am. It’s always the same around here. My daughter will be having her baby soon! Sometimes I think that I’m more excited than she is.”

“You’ll have to tell me when that happens so I can bring her a gift, okay?”

The attendant smiled warmly, and nodded you off with a little oh, you don’t have to.

“Remember your key card this time?” She watched as you jingled around your own keys with the obsessive amount of plastic and silicon keychains.

You tsked. It seemed like nearly everyone in your life had now known how forgetful you tended to be sometimes.

“Yes. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be over there.”

Once more the two of you exchanged little bows and you made your way over to the back of the four storied library with the atrium of trees in between. There was a marble fountain encircled by the trees that had little oval shaped leaves. Two tiny birds, all black, bounced from branch to branch. It was your secret, but you had written about that fountain many times in your writing, but you were the only one who knew that it was real.

You tapped the reader to hear that familiar do-do doot along with the flash of the green lock. As always, the study room was a bit messy with eraser shavings sprinkled about and the odd dry marker laying next to the trashcan where someone had tried to toss it in, but had missed. The minute hand on the wall clock scooted right on to the 12.

“Are you busy?” That fluff on white hair peeked into your study room just like clockwork.

“For my favorite student? Do you even have to ask?”

Jeongin, the oldest and most attentive student in your class hopped in with his adorably boy-ish charm. Regardless of the fact that he was in the last year of his grad degree, it was impossible for him to look that old. You didn’t have the heart to tell him, but he technically shouldn’t have been in your class for undergrads, but you weren’t going to stop him.

“Why’d you decide to take this class anyway?” You would ask him.

He’d answer, “For fun.” with that cute little smile of his.

“I hope I’m not bothering you.”

“I just got here.” You pulled out a seat for him.

“Oh. Good. I was wondering if you could proof read my short story again. I’m having trouble with the ending. I just don’t think I understand all the way how to make it full circle like you said in lecture.”

He unzipped his leather backpack: obviously a gift from someone in his family that must have thought it would make him look his age. It didn’t. What didn’t help further was how he had adorned it with all kinds of keychains; much like your own keys. It was because of this that you knew he was someone you could trust.

His manuscript already had dozens of scribbles in his own handwriting with tons of question marks riddling the margins. 

“Let me take a look.”

You skimmed the pages of the short story--one which you had already read the week prior--for all of his new edits. The notes made it a bit hard to read, but you were used to how he would make a mess of his papers now. He leaned in close to you with glossy eyes that might have even twinkled a little like a cartoon. Both of his knees bounced furiously while he watched you read, and would look from the paper, to your face, then back to the paper, then back to your face...

“Is-is it good? Better?”

Jeongin had written a love story. His first one that you had known of. It was about a boy and a girl who had met on an airplane, and had been seated together. The two of them found out that they had shared so much about their two lives without ever meeting until this very moment. They had realized they went to the same high school, worked in the same building, and were travelling for the same reason: to meet up with someone that they had once loved. It was beautiful, tragic, and in some ways, familiar.

“I think that it’s wonderful Jeongin. The edits that you made to it from last week really help with the narrative flow as well as the vertical plot. You’re really good at asking the deeper questions behind the piece like “why are they really there,” and “why is it important that they are there.” All you need to do is tie it up.” 

“But howwww?” Jeongin slumped in his wheely chair. “What should I say?” 

“Well...” You tapped your pen to your lip. “The ending scene is when they land at the airport right? Why don’t you have your main character say something that calls back to all of their similarities and makes it seem like they’ve known eachother all along?” 

“But I don’t want it to seem like they’re going to forget eachother.” 

“They won’t. You established that they’ve both found something different than what they were looking for in the first place.” 

Your student’s face tangled up into concentrated knots and he puffed those thin strands of bleached white hair away from his eyes. 

“I could say...‘see you at home’? Or...maybe that’s too cheesy--” 

“--No it’s not! If you like it, I think that it also fits the story well. Its like, now they understand, and they’ve got something in eachother now that they hadn’t had before; also juxtaposing with your themes of travelling to make a reference to home.” 

“Damn, you’re much better at this kind of stuff than I am...” Jeongin wrote down the new ending on his print out. 

“Its just...what I like to do.” 

“I’m glad I came.” He grinned out with his mischievous and trademark smile. “How’s your story going by the way? Almost finished?” 

“Oh...” 

A heat rose in your cheeks. You had decided to tell Jeongin about Princess Bomi a few weeks back, but you had neglected to tell him exactly what the story was about. That was a secret better kept to yourself. 

“Its...good. I think. My readers seem to really like it.” 

“Maybe you’ll let me read it someday. I bet there would be tons of other people who would like to read it too, you know, outside of the internet.” 

“That’s what I’ve been told...” Hyunjin’s urgings echoed in your head. “Maybe...” Your eyes wandered to those scribblings of his. “How about we make a deal?” 

“What kind of deal?” 

“Once we get both of our stories sorted, lets submit them together. I’m sure people would like to read yours too.” 

“Mine?!” Your adorable student’s face flushed as deeply pink as the sweater he wore. “Oh no, no no no no no.” 

“I’m telling you it’s good! Its relatable, raw, well written. It never hurts to try. How about submitting it for the literary journal they do at the end of the semester?” 

“You mean the one that all the arts majors read and fuckin’ eviscerate?? Hell no.” 

“Hey, I could get eviscerated too by my chief editor.” 

Jeongin gulped with his terrified, brown, cartoon-character glistening eyes boring holes into his manuscript. 

You sang, “~Wanna go down together~?” 

“A-as long as we’re going down together...I guess it’s worth a shot.” 

“Alright then!!” 

He made a little sound of disgust, then shoved his papers back into his much-too-old-for-him bag. “That was all I needed to ask you for. Thank you.” He bowed with respect. “I won’t be bothering you for too long today.” 

“You wrote a good story Jeongin.” 

“Mm. Thank you.” His smile turned into a tiny flustered line. 

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STUPID NEW CAT FOOD. AGAIN. 

In one hand, you held the crinkled up grocery list with angry doodles of your cat folded into the corners of the page. You didn’t quite know if cats had eyebrows like the ones you had drawn onto your cat’s smug face, but you were for certain that this cat must’ve had them...and they were angry. 

Bomi had selfishly decided at the end of your week that she no longer liked the last brand of cat food that you had found on the shelves of the grocery store. It was the brand stored next to the one that you had nearly concussed Minho with. 

You were at your wits end. There must have been something wrong with your cat--to hell with her being a picky eater. Maybe she really was just a little alien inside there. A little alien that hated cat food. The image of you sitting at your dining table across from Bomi eating two plates of people food crossed your mind. She picked up the fork with her white paw and dabbed at her mouth with a cloth napkin. The idea didn’t seem the most out of reach. 

In your other hand was your phone opened to the maps app with the small blue dot leading you to the specialty pet store. 

“Damn spoiled, stuck up, good for nothing, pain in my as--” 

“Hey! Blossom??” 

Your head whipped around so fast you cracked the bones of your neck with a startling pop. You rubbed at your neck to ease the pain. 

“You okay?” 

At first you figured you must have dreamt him up in your neck-induced-pain. You cursed at your overactive imagination, still just as strong as it was when you had been small. 

Blaze in the flesh he was alllll the way from his battered Converse to his stupidly handsome curly hair. 

You laughed out incredulously with a hand still glued to the back of your neck. 

“Didn’t think that I would be seeing you around here again. Or at least, I was kind of hoping that I would.” 

He marched right up to you with that same smile you had pictured on Princess Bomi’s companion countless times before. Today he wore a leather jacket over the arms that you knew were covered in all kinds of flowers and vines. It hadn’t quite hit you yet that he had said he was hoping to see you. 

“Sorry if I startled you. I was just...really surprised.” 

“You’re fine, it’s fine.” 

You neck didn’t tell you it was fine. 

“What are you doing around here?” 

“Pet store.” Was all you could get out. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you, but for someone who worked at a flower shop, he did end up smelling an awful lot like flowers. It was a sweet aroma, much like your garden. 

“Ahh, I just got off.” 

You walked on, also not noticing that he had started to follow you a couple steps behind. 

“I realized I didn’t get your name last time.” 

“Oh. It’s Y/n.” 

He hummed with a smirk. “I do kinda like Blossom more.” He crammed his hands into his pants pockets with a wistful little sigh. “Pretty nickname for someone as pretty as yourself.” 

“Psh. Stop.” You had said it sarcastically, but you didn’t intend for your heart to skip as harshly as it did when he had said so. 

“You’ve got a pet then? Dog? Cat?” 

“Cat. Just one.” 

“I wish I could take care of a pet like that. Don’t think I would be too good at it though. I see myself as more of a plant person. They’re quiet, don’t do too much, and they sort of love you back in their own way.” 

“How's that?” 

“By growing. And flowering. Changing colors and looking good in your windowsill. Nothing too crazy.” 

“I...guess I can see what you mean.” 

He flicked at the black hoop pierced into his lip in the way that you certainly hadn’t forgotten; and you were one for forgetting much. 

“Mind if I go in with you? I don’t have a whole lot going on.” 

Jisung. You had also remembered his name. He carried Blaze with him in the way that he had that fiery glint in his eye like he knew he was getting away with something. He was brash and forward, and charming as all hell. The sunset of blood orange and cotton candy pink seemed to melt into his shoulders where he stood before you in the golden hour of the evening. A yellow carnation was tucked into the pocket of his jacket. 

“You don’t have to...” 

He had already made up his mind, and swung open the door to the pet shop neighboring the floral shop. You didn’t know how you had missed it. 

The squawking of birds chimed with the bells hung over the shop door. 

“You coming?” He held it open for you. 

You sheepishly entered before him, nearly tripping on the little incline to the entrance and catching yourself three seconds before disaster. 

Jisung prompted, “Lead the way.” 

Normally you would have been concerned over the cleanliness of the store, but that seemed insignificant compared to the way that he looked around all in his Blaze-like wonder. He widened his eyes at the rows of fish tanks and twiddled with the little feather cat toys at the ends of the isles. 

Granted, he seemed much more immersed in the kinds of aquatic plants and moss balls that they had rather than the cute bunnies and mice, but still, you couldn’t help but shy away when he caught your glances. 

“Glad that I joined ya Blossom.” 

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There was something about Minho that felt like a lullaby. He wore a lavender colored sweater when he arrived at your doorstep: of course it was pooling into paws at his hands as always. The collar dipped deep enough for you to see the tops of his collarbones, and they were gorgeous and curved. His eyes wrinkled a little under his wire framed glasses when he would smile: that of which would also look like the little grin of a bunny. Effortlessly his brown hair kissed his forehead. 

He would speak softly and carefully, and listen to everything that you had said to him as if it was the most important thing in the world. His feet were too big for your spare pair of house slippers and he had a tiny hole in his khaki pants right by the waistline. Minho greeted Bomi with a tiny “aigoo” and she let him sweep her up into his arms where he bounced her lightly. She would never let you do that. Traitor. 

“Your home is very...you.” He had complimented. You had no idea what that meant. 

His lips were pink and glossy with drips of that peach soju that you had bought in the hopes that he would like it. It turned out that it was his favorite flavor. 

You wanted so badly to kiss the peachy flavor off of those lips. 

He had laughed a little at your array of cat-related home decor, laughing the most at your dish towels that had two fat cats on them that looked like chefs. He said that he had seen a movie once and the characters reminded him of that. 

The two of you sat outside on your patio on the wire chairs that would imprint designs into the back of your legs. The air mixed with the smell of your citronella candle and the scent of the roasted duck that you had attempted to make for him. You really shouldn’t have tried to make something for the first time when it was also his first time coming over. 

Maybe he was just being nice, but he had said it tasted good. 

It did not taste good, but rather harshly of salt and too much rosemary. 

Bomi rubbed at his legs under the table and even hiked herself up on two feet to peek into his lap. As much as it hurt to see your traitorous cat act this way, it was because of this that you knew he was someone that you could trust. Minho gave her head scratches and insisted to help you with the dishes--a mistake on his part. It took all of two minutes before you had a mishap with the detachable sink head, and soaked through his sweater. 

“Maybe I just shouldn’t trust you with water then?” He chuckled while dabbing away at the fabric. 

“That probably would be best.” 

Minho was a lullaby in the way that he laid down next to you on that quilt you had made in a crafting class some years ago. All of the patches were disjointed the the color scheme made very little sense, but it was stull functional. He kept his hands folded to his chest with reverence. His chest rose and fell calmly, and his body heat floated over to you. His presence was something familiar and still something that you couldn’t place. 

“Are you getting tired?” He asked you gently. 

You lied, “No, just resting my eyes.” 

“Maybe we shouldn’t have had that much soju then.” He joked into the open air.  

“How much longer?” 

“At least thirty more minutes.” 

He was so warm. Warmer than any chill of the spring night. 

First you would have kissed the peachy flavor on his lips. Then you would have cuddled all up into that lavender sweater which you imagined to be even softer than cat’s fur--or rather--it looked like it could have been. 

“Do you know any constellations?” Minho pointed up to the sky. 

“Not really.” 

“Well, that one is Ursa Major...and over there...that’s Leo. Can you see that it sort of looks like a triangle?” 

“Yes.” You had said, but really you didn’t have a clue, you liked it more hearing him talk about them. “Where did you learn about constellations?” 

“Long time ago. I think it was in school, but, that was so, so long ago.” 

The cool grass under the quilt rustled when he had leaned back up to sit, then dragged quilt attempt #2 over your body and his. 

“It was getting a little cold.” He quietly announced. 

His simple action of doing just that heated up your whole body now knowing that the two of you were trapped together, inches apart. 

Minho tucked his arms to prop up his head. “Thank you for cooking for me. I haven’t had someone other than my mother cook like that for me in a long while.” 

“I’m sorry...I know that it was pretty inedible--” 

“--And thank you for allowing me to come over too. I...realize...I don’t really know what I’m doing that well. I kind of invited myself...I hope that I’m not putting pressure on you or anything...” 

“--Doing what well?” Your heart leapt into your throat. 

“I just haven’t done this in a really long time.” 

This. 

What the hell was “this?” 

“I’m not following...” 

“Letting myself do something fun. Something nice and relaxing.” 

 You had formed a painful little “Oh.” on your lips. Your idea of this was different from his after all. 

“--Something nice and relaxing with you.” 

Another “Oh.” formed, but this one was a thankful one. 

“Can I tell you something?” Minho’s voice was barely in a whisper. 

“What is it?” You looked over at him and he was wrapped in the navy blue light of the night. You could have sworn that you could see the faintest inkling of stars in his eyes. 

He looked back at you in earnest. “I’ve been...scared, too, since moving back out here.” 

“W-why?” 

“There was something in me that was telling me that moving out here wouldn’t fix everything, and that I would be stuck forever on those things that happened, and the things that made me unhappy.” 

“Minho...what are you saying?” 

“-Got my heart broken. Back then. As cliché as the sounds.” He laughed, and it even sounded a twinge embarrassed. “I ran away from it to here. I had figured that it would give me time to get it all back together again.”  

“I-I’m so sorry.” 

“Running is good and all when you can physically remove yourself from what’s chasing you, but some things...” 

Your chest felt heavy. “I know exactly what you’re talking about.” 

“You do?” 

The first summer cicadas had started their nighttime chant, and their hisses ebbed and flowed like sea waves. 

“I feel like...these expectations that my family has of me, my mother...I can’t ever escape them. They’re always there and burned into my head. I think of them even when I don’t want to: get a better job that “contributes”, get married, have grandkids...” 

You paused with your own eyes cast up to the sky. The massive expanse seemed unfathomable. 

“Why is it that we can’t ever be happy doing the things that are supposed to make us happy?” 

The first meteor flew past your eyes with the speed of light, barely slow enough for you to catch it. 

The second was a bit slower, and traced after it a millisecond of white spectral dust. 

“Did you see that??” Without thinking, you poked once at Minho’s arm. 

You couldn’t see, but he had grinned with a weak smile. “I did.” 

All at once, the sky was illuminated with brilliant streaks of light and their white hot heads that would fade and dissapear just as quickly as they arrived. They tore through the sky with astonishing speed and you traced the outline of each line as fast as you could. 

“There’s so many.” You wondered aloud. 

Under the warmth of the haphazard blanket, fingers twisted into yours: careful and tentative, soft and curious.   

Minho breathed out, “I feel pretty happy right now.”