#oh badly dressed kyle you are special to me...

[shroomerr]

My Fashion HCs for Teenage/YA Kyle Broflovski

Disclaimer: These are just my design notes that I consider when designing/drawing Kyle and my personal interpretation of how I think he would dress and present himself! You're free to disagree or even take inspo from this. I don't own clothes nor your opinion. 🫶 Please also feel free to let me know your personal fashion HCs through the comments or tags as well. I'd love to hear other people's interpretations of these characters and I'm always collecting new HCs!!

Getting this out of the way first: he's a bad dresser.

HAVE YOU SEEN HIS PC DESIGN?

The boy does not know how to dress himself.

I imagine he gets his clothes mostly from Sheila and Gerald.

When he gets Gerald’s clothes, he looks pretty good, albeit sometimes it can be a bit big on him when he’s younger.

God help Sheila though. She’s doing her best but I HC her to be a second-generation immigrant and she dresses Kyle up from time to time. HAVE YOU SEEN HIS CLOTHES? Sheila is 100% the type to put Kyle in some funky ass patterned zigzag stuff and thinks her bubbeleh looks adorable.

Absolutely no sense of layering. He wears one thing and that's the outfit. Has to be told how to wear a sweater vest/vest over a dress shirt. The most layering he’ll do is a flannel over a t-shirt. Someone save him.

The worst part about getting his fashion sense from his parents is that he dresses like a dad /derogatory

At least he wears belts.

Also: no sense of customization. He will buy the clothes and he will wear them as is. If he’s feeling adventurous, he’ll tuck the shirt into his pants.

He absolutely bought the same green ushanka after his old one grew out. Whether it's the same color or if it's a slightly more desaturated one, idk (for his sake, I hope it's a more desaturated one). But that dude definitely bought the same one because he likes to hold onto the things he holds dear for longer than he should and not let go. He's stubborn and that hat is going nowhere.

He strikes me as someone who would wear Lacoste and Ralph Lauren

A sneakerhead.

I like to HC he got into sneakers because he initially wanted to fit in with cool people, but then he genuinely got into it.

Colors

God awful. He chose the worst kind of saturated green and the worst kind of saturated orange to be his favorite colors, and constantly pairs them together thinking it looks good. He does not in fact look good. He looks like a High-Vis Jacket. Or a traffic cone.

He gets one or the other: Either the colors work and his clothes are horrendous, or the fit kinda eats BUT YOU CAN’T EVEN LOOK AT IT BECAUSE YOUR EYES ARE BLEEDING FROM THE COLORS

Also, horrible patterns oh my god the patterns. From zigzags to stripes to argyle to gingham to plaid. The thing is these patterns aren’t bad BUT PAIRED WITH HIS CLOTHES AND THESE COLORS? He looks like a carpet shop. Christmas sweater looking ahh

At the very least, occasionally he'll wear neutrals like brown, beige, black and white.

In terms of actual clothes:

Tops

Ugly ass polos. Either a beige one or an Uncle Roger type of orange polo.

Also polo knit sweaters

Boring ass t-shirts. Either in neutral colors or his all time favorite saturated green or saturated orange.

Sweatshirts.

Sweaters.

Turtlenecks

Dress shirts, blouses, and button ups. Long and short sleeves.

Probably his dad’s Alma Mater hoodie.

His basketball jerseys.

If and when he learns... some vests and sweater vests. Must be given guidance on this (mostly from Butters).

Pants

Skinny jeans. Enough said. At least has the ass for it.

Or any tight-fitted pants, like chino pants.

Or dress pants from Gerald that are too big on him.

His basketball shorts.

Fishing shorts.

(that skinny jeans picture kills me. yes he'd wear skinny jeans like this. yes he'd cuff them up and you can see his ankles.)

Jackets/Coats

Blazers.

Flannels.

Fleece jackets.

Waxed cotton jackets.

Barn coats.

Wool car jackets.

Sometimes he'll wear the jackets fully zipped too.........

I imagine him wearing stuff with a tweed material, like a tweed blazer.

When he's older, he'll wear longer coats that his dad gives him, like topcoats or overcoats.

Some sporty windbreakers.

Maybeeee bomber jackets. Has to be given guidance on this or borrows Stan’s.

Shoes

Again, sneakerhead. So New Balances, Air Forces, Air Maxes, Air Jordans, Adidas, basketball sneakers, etc. (Disclaimer: I'm not a sneakerhead. This is just what I was able to gather based on one quick google search).

“DON’T CREASE MY JORDANS!!!”

Cartman's probably the one creasing them.

Some Timbs too.

Sometimes dress shoes when he wants to feel fancy, but he always gets called a douche for it.

For snowy days: heavy duty winter boots.

Accessories

No jewelry. Very boring. Just belts.

Sweatbands for his head and wrists, but only when he’s playing basketball or working out.

For gloves, I imagine those thicker, heavy duty winter finger gloves.

He tries ties, but they are not good. Once again: ugly patterns or colors.

Sometimes needs his reading glasses (he tries to deny it, but he does need them occasionally).

Edit: FORGOT TO ADD he'd totally wear watches.

Hats

His stupid ushanka/trapper hat.

Some sport caps

Other miscellaneous stuff:

One thing’s for sure: he’s well groomed.

Not a single wrinkle on his clothes. He knows his way around an iron.

Buttons up every button, though sometimes that makes him look a loser nerd or an uptight douche. Stan has to tell him to at least unbutton the two top ones.

At the very least, his clothes are well tailored to fit his body.

His sneakers are always pristine white. Takes good care of them.

I want to say he sometimes wears cologne but no. I know in my heart he’s an axe body sprayer user. Give him some time, he'll learn.

Hair

At some point went through a phase where he just shaved off all of his hair.

It takes a while for him to learn how to take care of his hair, but he gets some tips from Bebe + a barber shop recommendation from her and he’s never looked back.

Before that, he would just tie it up or hide it under his hat. He still does that though when he's overwhelmed with schoolwork and can't properly take care of it.

Uses some kind of hair product Bebe gives him to make his curls defined (another disclaimer: I have straight hair and not a curl expert so im not tooo sure on this 😔, my only knowledge is based on those curly hair GRWM youtube shorts that pop up on my feed).

But yea, well defined curls and a bit of a little bit of a fade just to get rid of some weight off of his head. Though he probably only gets the fade when he's 17-18.

Diagnosis: BAD BAD BAD. DESPERATELY needs an intervention.

[starlightsuffered]

Ruin her Innocence (Part 2)

Warnings - oral (female receiving), making deals for sex, telling someone to start birth control, sacralige during sex, innocent reader, short reader, petite reader, inexperienced reader, first time, alluding to penetrative sex, communion, eating food off body, body shot kinda

I hadn't been able to stop thinking about Kyle since he'd stolen my first kiss. However, I was determined not to have it happen again. Kyle would not have any more of my firsts.

We were sitting in a reserved study room. I was pouring over the information we needed, trying to find ways to condense it.

"Kyle," I snapped, he was reading his damn book.

"Yeah?" He asked lazily.

"I literally gave you the book, and opened it to the page you need, all you need to do is read," I begged.

"I could, but I don't want to," he smirked.

"You think I want to? What I want is a good grade, so I can get into a good college," I said.

"There's a way that you could convince me," he said with a dirty gleam in his eye.

"Oh no," I said, my heart some how sinking and panging at the same time.

"Let me give you your first kiss, and I'll behave," he offered.

"You already did, remember?" I gritted out.

"No, to your other lips," he said.

"What? You're making no sense."

He rolled his eyes.

"Let me eat you out," he explained.

"Eat me out?"

"You know," he said, making a V with two long fingers and waggling his tongue in the space between them.

"Oh, that," I said in near horror. "Why do you want to do that? Don't men hate giving head?"

"Not this man," he chuckled darkly.

"But that's where I pee, and have my period, and you want to put your tongue in there?" I asked.

"Very badly," he nodded.

"And you PROMISE you'll do the work if I let you do..... that?" I asked.

"Today I will, you may have to convince me again other times."

I weighed my options. I needed a good grade. I'd obsessively gotten all As in English since I'd ever done it. He could ruin my perfect streak. On the other hand, it would make him disgustingly cocky, and I'd be giving him another first. There was a small part of me, the part that thought about him at night while my cunt ached, that wanted this to happen.

"Okay," I sighed and he looked like he could shout for joy. I began to take off my pants.

"Ah, ah, ah," he scolded, " all of them, I want everything off."

"You want me naked?"

"Yes, bless my eyes with your form," he pleaded. The need in his voice nearly made me shiver. No one had ever been this... desperate for me. I knew it was just the turn on of me being a virgin, but it still made my body light up.

"Lock the door," I demanded. He went to do that as I took off my clothing. Once I was bare before him, I shrunk in on myself in shame.

"Don't do that, you're gorgeous," he said, removing my arms from hiding my breasts.

"So petite and small, how will my cock ever fit inside you?" He asked.

"We're not doing that," I snapped.

"Only a matter of time," he said with a wolfish grin. "Now, lay down for me."

I did as he said. Instead of coming to me, he grabbed something from the window sill. He then dropped down and straddled me. His weight felt nice on my aching core. I nearly wanted to rub myself on his dress pants for some relief.

He took what he was holding out. He placed a communion wafer on each of my hard nipples. Then he was pouring wine into my belly button, I gasped and he smirked. I could feel his hard cock in his pants, and I didn't necessarily know what was considered big, but he felt big.

"In the name of the father," he said, lips picked up the first wafer on my left nipple. I gasped as I felt his lips touch the sensitive flesh.

"The son," and there went the second wafer, and I was panting.

"And Holy Spirit," he finished by sucking the wine from my belly button.

"Oh my," I whimpered.

"Let's feast," he said, and began to lap at my heat. I couldn't keep still or quiet. How had I not known how wonderful this would feel? I didn't even masturbate.

"Mmm, there's something special about this pussy, the best I've ever tasted," he complimented, and my headiness became nearly overwhelming. Hearing him praise me did something in my stomach.

He continued with tiny licks to my clit, which he found immediately. I felt like I was going to pee, or explode, or something, it was an unknown feeling.

"K-Kyle," I moaned. He hummed into my cunt and I felt like lightning struck me.

"Oh, oh, so good, so good," I heaved. My breasts moved up and down rapidly with my arousal. His tongue was dipping in and out of me. I wanted to scream from pleasure. It was unreal how I felt.

"Somethings happening," I cried, "My legs feel weird, I feel like I'm about to burst!"

"You're going to come y/n, just let it happen," Kyle told me gently.

"I c-can't," I wailed as he dove back in, massaging the skin of my thighs. "I can't, Oh!"

The most wonderful feeling washed over me. I was shaking as he moaned into me. I couldn't help the small sounds that came from my lips. It was bliss reverberating through my body. It was like shockwaves overtook me.

"Oh, oh, uhhhhhh," I whined. I was coming down now, but I wanted it again. I wanted to feel that way forever.

"Feel good?" Kyle asked, his face slick.

"So good," I groaned.

"Here, taste yourself," he said, climbing up and trying to get me to suck on his tongue.

"What! That's so weird," I said, pushing him away.

"It's not, you'll like it, you taste good," he said, and put out his tongue again.

"This can't be normal," I said. He rolled his eyes.

"Y/n, I'm not some hedonistic demon who knows sexual things the world hasn't yet seen. This is plenty normal. I've tasted my own on girls' tongues before."

"Oh all right," I huffed. He bent down again, and I squealed as he replenished his tongue. I sucked on his tongue and tasted the tang of myself. I did feel my core heating again.

"There we go," he said, and removed himself from me.

I got up and began putting on my clothes.

"You have to study now," I pointed at him.

"Not this very minute, I need to change," he said.

"Why?" I asked.

"I came in my boxers when you did," he said plainly. I heated all over. He was so casual about it, but the idea did nothing to help my regrowing desire.

He came back moments later, in new pants. I wondered how he wasn't ashamed of having cum filled boxers in his locker.

"Alright," he cracked his knuckles. "Time to get to work.

I was appalled to see he was magnificent when put to the test. He could've easily helped me get an A, but he'd tricked me into this deal.

"By the way," he said as we left the room. "You definitely need to get on birth control, I'm not letting this go," he said, and cupped my pussy over my school skirt. I pushed his hand away shakily with a reproachful look.

"Not in public!" I hissed.

"You'll be eating those words soon," he said with a wink, and then he left.

[gayestnerdsinfiction]

Caught Again

revisiting this idea and idk if i like this one any better than the first but here it is. 

read both parts on ao3

NSFW

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Edward dragged Jonathan into the bathroom by his collar, kicking the door shut behind them. He hoped that, between the din of the party and the mass of bodies crowded around Harley to watch her circus tricks, they had remained unnoticed when they slipped off together.

Edward had seen Selina watching them curiously from across the room when they had arrived at Harley and Ivy’s loft. He wondered if she had noticed them standing a little too close together, if she had caught the way Jonathan’s hand brushed against Edward’s shoulder when he was trying to direct his attention toward something. He hoped she hadn’t, and he especially hoped she hadn’t seen them break off from the crowd and disappear into another room, Jonathan’s mouth on its way to Edward’s throat.

Jonathan was backing Edward up against the sink, pulling the hem of his shirt from his pants to smooth his hands up Edward’s stomach, his chest. He pressed his lips to the spot between Edward’s jaw and his ear, tongue snaking out to trail along the edge of his earlobe.

He exhaled a soft sigh, hands gripping the edge of the sink. “Gimme a boost,” he mumbled, trying to make it sound sexy even though it definitely didn’t. He was hoping Jonathan was tipsy enough not to notice.

He felt Jonathan’s hands under his thighs, helping Edward lift himself up onto the sink counter. His lips returned to Edward’s neck as his crooked, lanky frame leaned into his body.

Edward wanted so badly to kiss Jonathan—kiss him properly—but that was not something he had let himself do yet and this was definitely not the right moment to do so for the first time. It had to be special, it had to be perfect.

Jonathan’s hands were on his belt now, clumsily trying to unbuckle it without looking. Edward finished the task for him, unzipping his pants for good measure. He could feel the other man’s cock pressed up against him, semi-hard shaft rubbing against the inside of his thigh. Edward tried to wriggle out of his slacks as best as he could without separating himself from Jonathan. He only managed to get one leg all the way off, the other still hanging on at the knee. Jonathan was fumbling with his own belt, glasses hanging precariously on the tip of his nose. It was almost comical, though Edward supposed he didn’t look much better with his pants half off and a face that was almost certainly fire truck red. He took the thick spectacles off Jonathan’s face, folding them carefully and setting them aside.

He looked up at Edward, something strange and unfamiliar in his gaze.

“What?” Edward asked. “Why are you looking at me like that?”                    

“Nothing,” he replied quickly. “I don’t know. Sorry.” He buried his face in the curve of Edward’s neck again.

Edward almost couldn’t believe it—was the Master of Fear himself actually getting flustered?

One hand came up to twist into Jonathan’s hair, the other smoothing over the bulge in his boxers. Edward tugged at the waistband, exposing Jonathan’s erection and wrapping his hand firmly around the shaft. He began to stroke up and down Jonathan’s length, feeling a wave of excitement as the other man groaned softly and pressed himself into Edward’s palm.

He adjusted the angle of his hips, allowing Jonathan to ease into him slowly. His arms rose to loop around Jonathan’s neck as he began to pump in and out. He started slowly like he always did, but it wasn’t long before his movements became unsteady, erratic. Jonathan’s breath was hot on Edward’s skin as he pulled his collar aside to lick a line down his neck to his shoulder before biting down hard.

“Yeah,” Edward moaned, leaning his head back against the mirror. He loved it when Jonathan wasn’t careful with him. Didn’t ask before doing things. And there was nothing careful about this. He felt the man’s long nails digging painfully into his ass, his cock thrusting unrelentingly into Edward. Edward brought one leg up to wrap around Jonathan, holding the other man against his body. His other leg had already begun to tremble uncontrollably. “Fuck, Jon, that’s so—”

“Oh my God!”

Edward’s head snapped up and so did Jonathan’s and they found themselves confronted by a shocked and mortified Selina Kyle. Edward hadn’t even heard the door swing open—how had he missed that?

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Jonathan blurted, practically flinging himself away from Edward and hurrying to cover himself.  

“’L-Lina,” Edward stammered. “I—”

But before he could finish she had slammed the door shut again.

“Doesn’t anybody fucking knock around here?” Jonathan grumbled, smoothing a hand through his tousled hair.

Edward barely heard him. He was too busy struggling to get dressed and looking somewhat presentable, too distracted by the ringing in his ears and the burning in his cheeks. He flung the bathroom door open, following Selina’s retreating form into the crowd. “Selina, wait!” he called, jogging a little to catch up with her. She kept walking, heels clacking rhythmically as she made her way to the door of the loft. “Look, come on,” he said, grabbing her hand. “It was just a little fun, okay, and we’re both a little drunk, so—”

“You lied to me,” she snapped, tearing her hand away to jab a perfectly manicured finger in his face. “All those times you bailed on me or skipped out on the check—I knew you were going to see him. And you told me right to my face that you weren’t.”

“I’m sorry,” he said even though he didn’t mean it. “I knew you wouldn’t like it, so—”

“So you thought lying to me about it would make it better?” she bit back.

“I thought I could keep it from you.” That part was honest. He really had thought he’d be able to compartmentalize those different spheres of his social life.

“We’re at the same Goddamn party, Ed, you thought I wouldn’t be able to figure out what was going on?” She pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head as she turned away from him. “You should’ve just told me.”

“You wouldn’t have liked it,” he repeated.

“So what?” she exclaimed. “You’re an adult, you can fuck who you want. There’s no reason to lie to me about it like a child.”

“I’m not a child.”

“Don’t act like one, then,” she replied bitterly. “I mean, Jeez, maybe you should do some self reflection on why you were so insistent on lying to me in the first place. Probably says more about you and your relationship with him than it does about me.”

“We don’t have a relationship,” he said tersely. “It’s just—it’s nothing. It means nothing.”

“Oh, really? Why bother lying if it’s nothing.” She lifted the latch on the door and slid it open, stepping out into the dim hallway. “You can talk to me when you’ve decided to reacquaint yourself with the truth, dear,” she said, patting his cheek before closing the door in his face.

He stood there dumbfounded for a few moments before he felt a hand settle on his shoulder. He whirled around to see Jonathan looming over him.

Edward scowled, looking down at his feet. “That was a shit show,” he muttered.

“Yeah.”

“She asked a while back if there was something… I told her no.”

“I heard.” His expression was inscrutable. “Why did you lie to her?” he asked flatly.

“She doesn’t like you.”

“Few people do.”

“She wouldn’t like that I was with you.”

“Why would she care?”

Edward was annoyed that he didn’t have a good answer to that question. “It’s—it’s just none of her business.”

“I understand that,” Jonathan agrees. “So, if that’s the case, why care what she thinks of me?” Edward opened his mouth to respond but Jonathan cut him off, saying, “Really, it seems like it’s more about what you think of me.”

“That’s—that’s not true,” he sputtered.

“So, you’re lying to me now?” Jonathan muttered coldly.

Edward scowled up at him. “I’m not. Stop saying that. Everybody needs to stop calling me a liar.”

“Stop lying to us, then,” he retorted. “Because, really, you’re not very good at it.”

He snarled, shoving Jonathan hard in the chest. “Fuck you. I’m leaving.”

“I drove you here,” he reminded Edward as he yanked the door open.

“I’ll walk,” Edward snapped, not bothering to close the door behind him as he stormed off down the stairs. Jonathan didn’t follow after him. So it seemed like he really was walking home.

[gra-sonas]

Alex Manes - an essay

Alright, my inbox is bursting with asks, and I’ll get to them (tomorrow, it’s almost midnight D: ), but I’ve been thinking about this all day while trying to work (had to get up and angrily pace my flat several times), and I had to write it all down to get it off my chest. (Also, I’m sorry, but once again Tumblr won’t let me add a Read More, after two attempts at creating new posts with a Read More, I’m giving up 🙈)

As viewers, we’ve been introduced to two different versions of Alex.

Alex at 17

wears mostly black

puts on nail polish, eyeliner and jewellery, including a stud earring and a septum piercing

loves skateboarding

plays the guitar

works at the UFO Emporium

his mom, a Native American woman from a New  Mexican tribe left the family when he was younger

has 3 brothers, presumably they’re all older than Alex

Alex at 27/28

a soldier, he’s been in the Air Force for a decade

a decorated purple heart airman with three deployments under his belt

an amputee, he lost part of his right leg in an attack in Iraq, sometimes uses a crutch

a codebreaker who's hacked into Russian and Chinese intelligence

a man who still dips fries into his milkshake

the nail polish, spiky hair, piercings and jewellery are gone

Alex wears fatigues occasionally, his civil clothes are mostly neutral colored shirts/jeans (until The Leather Jacket™ in 1x13)

we don’t know whether he still plays the guitar

his brothers are also all military, Flint (~2 years older than Alex) is a Special Forces Weapons Sergeant with the US Army

Quotes from/about Alex’s youth (incl. Jesse’s abuse)

1x01, Alex: "We're not kids anymore. What I want doesn't matter.“

✧→ 17 year old Alex hoped to escape his father one day, he dreamt of making music. His  hopes were shattered that day in the toolshed, and Alex hasn’t allowed himself to go for what he wants since then - including Michael.

1x02, Alex: “Made me think about... I don't know, who I was when this started. Before I went to war.”

1x05, Kyle: “Do you remember that night your dad made us set up that tent to teach us extreme weather survival?” Alex: “Yeah. Your dad had driven home for the night, so mine concocted a brand-new form of kiddie torture.”

1x05, Alex: “My dad was a homophobic, abusive dick."

1x05: Alex: “The dad I got was a monster. Is a monster.” Kyle: “Because he sent you off to war?” Alex: “My father was my war. And your dad saw it, when we were kids. Do you remember the summer - that we built the tree house?” Kyle: “Yeah.” Alex: “That's the summer that my dad found out I was gay. He knew before I did. He thought he could beat it out of me. Jim tried to intervene. But you can't make someone stop hating someone. And my dad hated me.”

✧→ Alex is talking about his father/childhood matter-of-factly, but the language he’s using to describe his childhood allows a glimpse at the hell he went through: torture (through extreme survival trainings), homophobic abuse, his dad is a monster, sent him to war, for years tried beating the gay out of Alex, Jesse hates him. This is not just a homophobic remark his dad made at the dinner table, this informs us about years of violence and abuse Alex endured at the hands of his father.

1x06, Alex: “Things at my house suck.“

✧→ Many teenagers will probably say this at some point while growing up, this isn’t about Alex being upset about a curfew, or having to do his homework tho. This is as much as Alex will disclose about the ongoing abuse.

1x06: Alex: “Dad, this has nothing to do with you.“ Jesse: “Everything you do... everything. And I will not be humiliated.“

✧→  This is Alex, terrified of what his dad might do. And he knows that Jesse will do something (he’s already picked up the hammer). Alex expects violence, because that’s what his dad has done to him numerous times. 😔

1x07, Mimi: "You look like your dad today." Alex: "Oh, good. I was hoping that the rage face might skip a generation."

1x08, Alex: “I've been looking for leverage my entire life.“

✧→ “My entire life”, a clear indication that having Jesse as a dad’s never been a walk in the park, Alex just got the special ‘anti gay’ treatment as a bonus when he got older.

1x08, Alex: “When I was...- I wanted to make music. You sent me to war.“

✧→ Alex at 17 wanted to make music, and although he never says it, I think it’s implied that he never planned to join the military. Jesse didn’t give him a choice though, he made Alex enlist, probably threatening him with what he’d do to Michael if Alex didn’t do as he was told.

1x08, Alex: "Why are you trying to frame Michael? Haven't you done enough to him?"

1x08, Alex: "Do not talk to me about unprovoked violence!"

1x09, Michael: "And what do you want to say, Alex?” Alex: That I loved you. And I think that you loved me. For a long time.” Michael: “Yeah.” Alex: "But we didn't even know each other that well, did we? I mean, we just, we-we connected, - like something… -“ Michael: “Cosmic.” Alex: "Yeah, but we didn't even do that much talking."

1x10, Alex: "My dad is a bigot with no moral compass."

1x12, Flint (to Alex): "You ever get tired of being the black sheep of the family?"

1x13, Alex: "Look... I shouldn't have left you behind when I enlisted. I could... I could stand here and tell you that I didn't want to leave, but I did. After what my dad did to you, I just, I... I wanted to be the kind of person who won battles. But now I-I look in the mirror, and I-I don't even see myself sometimes. I see my father. I'm still fighting his battles. Not mine."

✧→ It’s kinda implied that Alex never wanted to enlist, but once Jesse forced him to do it, he tried to make the most of it. He wanted to be the kind of person who won battles. He was also looking for leverage, something he could use to take his dad down.

✧→  Alex at 17 wanted to get out, he wanted to make music and live life his way. Since Jesse was going to beat him for being gay anyway, he’d at least wear what he wanted, put on make up, and wear jewellery. Jesse hadn’t manage to break Alex.

✧→ The shed incident changed everything, because someone else got hurt. And from Alex’s POV it was because of Alex. Because he’d been selfish. He’d wanted Michael. And because of that Michael got injured.

Now that we’ve established the basics, onto Carina’s statement.

“Alex was too ashamed of Michael  (not of being gay, which Maria knew, but of michael specifically) to name him to Maria for 10 years - until he saw Maria as a threat.” [x]

✧→ At 17, we saw how much Alex cared about Michael, that he wanted him safe and warm bc nights twere too cold to sleep in the car. That’s why Alex offered Michael to stay in the shed. He liked Michael, and he wanted to spend time with him. He even brought Michael a guitar bc he thought Michael would like to play. None of Alex’s behavior gives any indication that he was ashamed of Michael before the shed incident.

✧→ 17 year old Alex was afraid of his father, no surprise after years of abuse, but he also seemed confident, defiant even, believing he could handle it for a little bit longer until he’d finished high school and would finally be able to leave to make music. Despite living under Jesse’s roof, he dressed in all black, openly wore make up, nail polish, and jewellery/piercings, refusing to be another picture perfect son of his military father. We didn’t see it on screen, but given Jesse’s homophobic views, Alex’s behavior very likely caused his father to punish him in some way for it.

✧→  Then Michael kissed Alex at the UFO Emporium, Alex kissed back, one thing lead to another and they ended up at the shed where they had sex for the first time. It was Michael’s first time with a guy, we don’t know whether it was Alex’s first time tho. Alex still didn’t show any signs of being ashamed of Michael.

They were SO in love and happy in that moment. 🥺

✧→  When Jesse and the hammer happened, and it changed everything. Up until that moment, Alex had been used to his father’s abuse, he’d been strong enough, he’d been convinced he could take it, but this time someone else got badly hurt, and I think that broke something in Alex.

✧→  We never saw how things played out for Alex after Michael left the shed, all we know is that Jesse made Alex enlist. And given Jesse’s preference for blackmailing (he blackmailed Jenna, and Alex asked Flint what Jesse had on him) it’s probably fair to assume that Jesse threatened to go after Michael should Alex not do as he says.

Alex didn’t tell Maria for a decade because he was ashamed of Michael (at 17)?

Say what now???

There are several good reasons why Alex wouldn’t have told her, but shame isn’t one of them... I’m sure Alex thought of Maria as a trustworthy friend back then, but the most important reason why he wouldn’t reveal who ‘museum guy’ was would be the one the straight showrunner of the show’s apparently not aware of:

Alex would’ve outed Michael (without Michael’s consent I’d like to add) to Maria by telling her who it was. As a gay kid in 2008, I’m sure Alex was very well aware of LGBTQ etiquette, and the first rule of queer club is, you don’t out a fellow queer. And guess who’d just experience a brutal attack because he’s queer? Why would Alex ever consider outing Michael and potentially putting him at risk???

The outing reason alone would be enough to explain why Alex never told her who it was. And in 1x10 he didn’t outright out Michael either, Maria realized it was Guerin and Alex reluctantly confirmed (there was no way for him to plausibly deny it).

1x10, Alex: “It is just a standard, run-of-the-mill boy problem. Oh, come on. Don't give me psychic face, Maria.” Maria: “It's the guy from the museum, the one that kissed you into crazy stupid love when we were kids. He's back?” Alex: “Wha... How-how do you do that?” Maria: “You're just... I feel it, you're-you're hopeful, like you were before. Who is he? Come on, spill it. I've been waiting ten years for this. - Come on.” Alex: “You... you wouldn't believe it.” Maria: “It's not like you're hooking up with Wyatt Long or Michael Guerin or something. Geez. Please tell me you're in love with Wyatt Long. Wow.” Alex: “Michael's not so bad after a shower. But you know that.” Maria: “I had no idea...” Alex: “I know. I mean, how would you?” Maria: “It meant nothing, Alex. Seriously, I swear, it was just a drunk, dusty, no-good Texas rounder."

Another reason why Alex wouldn’t necessarily have told Maria: Alex was traumatized by what happened at the shed. This wasn’t just the ‘normal’ kind of abuse he endured on the regular (which is a boatload of trauma all of its own), someone else had been hurt, someone Alex liked, and because Alex liked him. On top of that Jesse likely threatened him. There’s no way Alex wasn’t scared and deeply traumatized. It’s fairly common that victims of abuse don’t tell anyone about it, out of fear even more bad things could happen, there’s surely also a lot of shame and self-blaming involved.

Alex also knew that Michael was homeless, and probably not yet of age. Jesse could’ve threatened Alex to put Michael back into the system or whatnot.

Absolutely NOTHING we’ve seen on screen suggests that Alex was ashamed of Michael when they were 17. Alex joined the military afterwards, and was away for a decade. Not many opportunities to talk about it to Maria, but again, the first reason (outing Michael) is a perfectly valid reason not to tell her for an entire decade. And this being a major trauma, Alex probably didn’t feel like opening that box again after such a long time.

And wow, claiming that Alex waited to tell Maria (which isn’t exactly what happened) because she felt threatened by her? Sure, Alex just waited for the right moment. 🙄

Is Alex ashamed of Michael at 27/28?

In 1x03 it seems like Alex let’s his father’s words get to him. “Seems to me the only one you're embarrassing is yourself, son.“ I’ve always interpreted this as a thinly veiled threat tho, and Alex, on instinct, immediately put distance between himself and Michael. Because before he talked to his father? Alex was perfectly happy to be seen with Michael, if he'd been ashamed, as Carina claims, he wouldn’t have approached Michael in public in the first place.

This is also how I read the scene in 1x02: “What happened at the reunion cannot happen again.“ In the pilot, Jesse had been part of the group of soldiers poking around Michael’s Airstream, and Alex saw the way his father looked at them talking. Then they kissed at the reunion, and I’m sure it felt so good and like coming home, but the fear of what Jesse could do if he found out was back the next morning, and Alex once more tried to put distance between himself and Michael to keep Michael save.

This is not an excuse for Alex pushing Michael away, not an excuse for Alex to call him a criminal either. That is absolutely shitty behavior and not okay. I just don’t buy this ‘Alex is ashamed of Michael’ shtick.

Friendly reminder that Maria did not only tell Alex in 1x10 “It meant nothing, Alex. Seriously, I swear, it was just a drunk, dusty, no-good Texas rounder.", here’s what she said in her next scene with Guerin:

1x10, Maria: “We're closed. - You found my necklace.” Michael: “Clasp broke. I fixed it. I think it calls for a celebration. And by celebration, I mean booze, preferably the free kind.” Maria: “Alex is one of my best friends.” Michael: “Congrats.” Maria: “I never would have slept with you if I knew you two had history. It can't happen again.”

So in 1x10 Maria

learned Michael is 'museum guy’

realized that Alex is in love with Michael (still), and hopeful

swore to Alex it was a one time thing and that it meant nothing

told Michael that Alex is one of her best friends (and you don’t go after your best friends’ love interests)

she would’ve never slept with Michael had she known

she also says it can’t happen again

And yet Carina’s surprised why many few fans don’t understand

what made Maria ignore Liz’s advice to talk to Alex (which would’ve been the fair thing to do, no one’s mad at Maria for catching feelings, it’s that she acted on them without talking to Alex first what upsets and angers people)

why Maria invited Michael to kiss her just 3 episodes later

why she’s still chasing after Michael 2 weeks later without having talked to Alex

she’ll continue to go after Michael but still won’t talk to Alex

and therefore some are having a hard time not to dislike Maria to some degree? Okay...

Either way, imo Alex was definitely not ashamed of Michael at 17, and I don’t see much evidence of him being ashamed of Michael at 27/28.

Apart from that, shame is for sure NOT the reason why Alex never told Maria.

Alright, this got LONG, but it I had to write it all down. I think I provided facts in the form of dialogue quotes. In addition, I’m sharing my interpretation of these facts.

I don’t claim that I’m right, I don’t claim that I know more than Carina (who seems to have forgotten some things she herself wrote tho), none of that. This is my interpretation of what happened, based on what we saw on screen, what’s been said by the characters, and what we know about the different characters involved.

I also don’t claim that Alex didn’t do anything wrong, that he’s a saint, or whatnot. But I strongly disagree with the notion that by not telling Maria Alex is somehow to blame for her going after Michael.

[supermiraculousladybug]

The Disturbing Dark Truth about Cat Noir.

Cat Noir is the loveable dorky flirtatious jokester from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir who loves to flirt with Ladybug and making her laugh by using jokes and puns but is he really a jokester or is he using jokes and puns as a coping mechanism to escape the abuse , neglect , cruel and harsh world he's born in? But whatever it is it's obvious that everything in Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir is nothing but a figment of Cat Noir's imagination and is actually an abused mentally unstable boy with special needs who sees the world differently than others due to having a childish-like personality and sorta kinda behavior.

Family Life Income.

Born to a prostitute with an unknown father, Cat Noir comes from a lesser fortune poor family who are struggling to make ends meet and making money. He's an complete opposite Adrien Agreste who lives a life of luxury and wealth while Cat Noir lives a life of slums and poverty but growing up in a ghetto-like town side of Paris wasn't easy it's full nothing but violence , rape , robbery , burglary , aggravated assault , total violent crimes , motor vehicle theft , total property crimes , battery , prostitution , street gang , kidnapping , sex trafficking , child trafficking , street gang violence , bribery , fraud , racketeering , drug trafficking and vandalism but it's sad to see Cat Noir grew up in a horrible neighborhood side of Paris where this "village" is one of the worse shanty town neighborhoods that evolved ghetto crimes which it gave Cat Noir paranoid trauma for life.

Clothing , home life and house.

Clothing.

Since Cat Noir grew up in the slums of Paris, his mother barely could afford clothes so she made his clothing from a left over fabric from a trash can and gave him her old clothes which surprisingly it fits him. So technically he shares clothes with his mother but it's sometimes he wears his dad's old clothes. His mother is a seamstress so it makes sense she made Cat Noir's clothes.

Home life.

Cat Noir comes from an abusive household where it's just him and his younger half brother, Connor get punished by their mother because they're both born male and look like their fathers but it's just their mother but sometimes their stepfather would beat them because he dislike their fathers and both Cat Noir and Connor look like their dads thus their stepfather abused them physically.

House.

Cat Noir lives in a small shack house that is a mixture between a cabin and a cottage that is located in a Western Shanty town, one of the worst ghetto neighborhood in Paris , France. In the Western Shanty town, they have cheaper old wireless TVs from either the 90s or 70s and have old TV show programs from 1920s-late 1990s but for cartoons from 1910s-late 1990s as well. Cat Noir and his family slept on an old abandoned dirty mattresses that are so uncomfortable to lay on and often the children (mainly Cat Noir) gets bed bug bites at night. Cat Noir and his family sat on old abandoned couch but mainly his mother get stoned and drunk on that couch.

Forced child labor.

From age 9-12, Cat Noir was forced to be a sex slave stripper against his will but he was taken out of school by forcedly "dropping out" during the 4th grade and ever since then the principle of Françoise Dupont Elementary School was and still wondering why Cat Noir wasn't at school like he's suppose to be. Then he was sold to Copycat, a pedophile neighbor who has sexual fantasies of Cat Noir and sexually abusing him but Copycat a lot of horrible things and stuff to Cat Noir

Molesting Cat Noir.

Raping Cat Noir.

Giving Cat Noir bruises , scars , chafing or bite marks and bleeding in/on his genital area.

Masturbating Cat Noir's teeny weeny peeny.

Smacking Cat Noir's bottom in sexual way.

Forcing Cat Noir to dress up as a french maid for sexual purposes.

Forcing Cat Noir to be in bed with him.

Removing Cat Noir's clothes so he can just have "fun" with him.

Turning Cat Noir from a sex slave to a house slave.

Raping Cat Noir in his sleep causing his insomnia to be worsen up badly.

Touching Cat Noir inappropriately from his whole body to his teeny weeny peeny.

Using sexual punishments on Cat Noir.

Using erotic spanking on Cat Noir's bottom for sexual purposes.

And Smacking Cat Noir's bottom as a form of sexual harassment.

Due to this harassment it causes Cat Noir to be extremely afraid of adult men because of the fear that they could sexually abused and harassed him even tho they're not gonna do it but Cat Noir was and is traumatized by this experiences it made him think they would do it without excepting it but he didn't want to be around grown men and not even his male aids he can't trust but everytime a grown men sit next to Cat Noir, he would cry because he amused they would molest him.

"Operation saving Cat Noir from a child molester"

In October of 2013, 12-year-old Marinette Dupain-Cheng was looking for the 10th and last child to be sold to a pedophile but it was no luck, until a random guy shows up to Marinette and tell her where that kid is but once she found him passed out on the floor, it turns out he's the boy that Ladybug was talking about and he was wearing a black tank crop top-like shirt and a blacker granny panties-like undergarments although he was underweight and severely malnourished. After Marinette notice the poor living conditions Cat Noir was in, she decide to take Cat Noir to the hospital immediately to get medical attention, once she and Cat Noir got to the hospital everyone knew Cat Noir was one of 10 children who were sold to pedophiles by their parents for money and were sexually abused. When Cat Noir woke up in a hospital bed, he sees Marinette and went speechless because he didn't know how to interact with people very well and Cat Noir mistaken Marinette for Ladybug because she and Ladybug looked like and because Cat Noir is insane-like crazy, he's unable to know the difference so it went like this

Cat Noir after he woke up: *seeing Marinette* Ladybug?

Marinette: no i'm not Ladybug🤔.

Cat Noir: *confused* then who are you?

Marinette: my name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, what's your name?

Cat Noir: *realizing* wait Marinette as in Marinette Dupain-Cheng, daughter of the best baker in Paris?

Marinette: yes

Cat Noir: nice to meet you Marinette🙂😄😊.

Marinette: same here😁.

Cat Noir: well then i'm Cat Noir Athanase Blake-Kyle.

Marinette: *realizing* wait your Cat Noir? As in Cat Noir Athanase Blake-Kyle, son of a seamstress prostitute?

Cat Noir: *sigh* yes I'm the son of a hooker who steals your man for no reason😓.

Marinette: so what's with the outfit you were wearing?

Cat Noir: I work as a stripper and a sex slave😣😖😟😫.

Marinette: why?

Cat Noir: to help my mom make ends meet.

Marinette: I get it but why as a stripper or sex slave?

Cat Noir: I had no choice but to be a sex slave stripper and because my mom wanted me to work in the sex industry due to me having a material of being someone's object or toy.

Marinette: so what you're basically someone's property or something?

Cat Noir: yes i'm nothing but everyone's "favorite" little toy to "play" and have "fun" with.

Marinette: were you uncomfortable with it?

Cat Noir: honestly yes because I don't wanna hook up with someone I don't know for money.

Marinette: so you were forced to do this against your will?

Cat Noir: yes exactly that's what it is.

Cat Noir: *bursting into tears* then 3 years ago, I was 9 years old when my mom sold me to an artist for money😭.

Marinette: wait how old are you now?

Cat Noir: *stops crying and sniff* I just turn 12 not so long ago.

Marinette: i'm 12 too.

Cat Noir: wait so we're the same age then?

Marinette: yeah

Cat Noir: What a coincidence.

Marinette: We're born in the same year but just 2 months apart.

Cat Noir: What do you mean by "we're born in the same year but just 2 months apart"?

Cat Noir: When is your birthday?

Marinette: My birthday is on July 22, 2001 and yours?

Cat Noir: interesting my is on September 25, 2001.

Cat Noir: *realizing* you're right we're born 2 months apart.

Marinette: that's right

Cat Noir: What does it mean?

Marinette: it means i'm 2 months older than you and you're 2 months younger than me.

Cat Noir: make sense

Cat Noir: But I was born 2 months premature.

Marinette: What do you mean "2 months premature"?

Cat Noir: I was originally suppose to be born on November 25, 2001 but I came out 2 months premature.

Marinette: Oh so you're a preemie?

Cat Noir: yes

Cat Noir: *arms and legs starting to shake uncontrollably*

Marinette: are you okay?

Cat Noir: *arms and legs still shaking uncontrollably* yeah why?

Marinette: because why are your arms and legs shaking-like crazy?

Cat Noir: *arms and legs still shaking uncontrollably-like crazy hard* sorry I have tremors.

Marinette: Tremors?

Cat Noir: Yeah I still have tremors since birth but sometimes i'll get seizures.

Marinette: Oh that it explains while we were on our way to the hospital, your whole body and head was shaking for 3 minutes.

Marinette: *realizes while reading facts on the article called "Crack babies" on the internet* are you a crack baby or something?

Cat Noir: Crack baby?

Marinette: Yeah are you?

Cat Noir: What's a crack baby?

Marinette: A crack baby is a baby born to a crack addict mother who used crack cocaine during pregnancy.

Marinette but you're a 12-year-old boy who still have seizures and tremors.

Marinette: so I guess you're a crack kid.

Cat Noir: What's a crack kid?

Marinette: A crack kid is when a mother who smokes crack while having a kid, when the kid is born it will be a crack baby/retarded or have problems.

Marinette: So that's what you are, a crack kid because your mother smoke crack cocaine while she was carrying you in the womb.

Cat Noir: it's not the only thing have because of my mommy's neglection action.

Marinette: What do you mean?

Cat Noir: mommy is not just a drug addict but she's also an alcoholic and smoker too.

Marinette: I look at a picture of your brain and I realize your brain is small , malformed , severely damaged and is permanent damage in your brain.

Then after that Marinette took care of Cat Noir in the hospital by being a mother figure towards him with her maternal instincts because it is something Cat Noir's mother never done before since she always ignoring him and Cat Noir needed a good parental figures and guidance in his life due to having bad parents, he doesn't know better but then again Marinette knew Cat Noir has a hard time understanding other people and everything around him in general.

Cat Noir is an autistic individual who can't understand everyone's social cues very well due to lack of interaction he barely had. Cat Noir was diagnosed with Low-functioning Autism , Asperger's Syndrome and Severe Autism or Level 3 Autism since he was 5 weeks old and due to his diagnosis, he has troubles of looking people in the eye , having interacting with others , living up to everyone's expectations of him what he should or shouldn't do including Ladybug's expectation of him how he should or shouldn't act when he's in public or when it comes to Ladybug forcing him , understanding boundaries or personal space , asking people what he wants or permission or where he wants to go , understanding sarcasm , when other people's jokes or when they're joking or when others don't understand his jokes.

Is Ladybug really convinctive , manipulative and abusive towards Cat Noir?

Ladybug and Cat Noir have been friends since 3rd grade but as they got older it was Ladybug who outgrown Cat Noir because she's more mature than Cat Noir due to him being immature , childish and baby-like but one of her other friends told Ladybug she's better off with someone who's more mature not someone who's baby-like person who can't handle "big kids" stuff and she frequently prefers hanging out with mature guys than Cat Noir so she decide to avoid Cat Noir at all cost and she forced him to grow up to act his age so their so called "friendship" isn't ruined in fact she verbally abused him for not maturing and acting his age in which Ladybug would yell at him and insulting his baby-like personality. Ladybug convinced Cat Noir his imaginations are real and she does it so often that the more she convinces him, the more Cat Noir believes it but then it got to the point where Cat Noir thinks everything he believes in his imaginations are a reality. Through every episodes of Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir, Ladybug gets easily annoyed with Cat Noir's childish-babyish personality even tho he acts like a child or baby at times, he can't help it and be he's pressured to be "normal" , "average" and "perfect" that it's starting to stressed him out. In the New York special, Ladybug is excited to go to New York City with her classmates for French-American Friendship Week but she realizes she needs to tell Cat Noir about her absence and she gave cat plush toy with a ladybug-printed remote bottom on it but Cat Noir presses the remote button several times in excitement, making the toy in Ladybug's hand squeak and he presses the remote button again which it made Ladybug groan in annoyance. But when Cat Noir was in New York City, Ladybug was angry at him because he's suppose to be in Paris and is too insane-like crazy to come due to the risk of being put into a mental asylum or hospital.

Altho this is a big theory, it's obvious Cat Noir has a problem and why it seems unreal so I hope like it.

[allthestripes]

All For You - 1/4 Speaking Through Music series

Tweek Tweak ran a hand through his spiked-up hair, taking in a deep, shuttering breath. He looked around the dressing room, taking in the small details of the items around him as he focused on calming himself. His free hand was balancing a fidget spinner on his fingertips, the soft whirl helping to steady him.

It was his first tour since making it big as a musician. He had been discovered at an open mike in his tiny hometown of South Park. It had been hard to leave, but the encouragement of one person had pushed him to go. Everything had passed in a blur to him, and it felt like years had passed, though it had only been a couple months.

Checking the clock, he stood up, cracking his knuckles. Scooping his guitar up from its stand, he picked at the strings, making sure for what must have been the hundredth time that night. It was perfect, and Tweek knew it, but he needed something to do with his hands.

Tonight was going to be special for a few reasons. The first was this was his first ever show. It would have been nice to have his number one fan with him, but his agent had refused, saying until he was bigger figure, it would crush his career before it began. They had since only had limited contact, Tweek’s agent insisting the paparazzi would find out.

The second reason the night would be special, was the reveal of Tweek’s new song. He had hinted at it vaguely for a few weeks, and his many fans were practically foaming at the mouth with excitement.

A light tap at the door brought him from his thoughts and he glanced over. “Come in.”

The door opened a small amount and his agent stuck his head in. “It’s time,” he said. The teen nodded and followed him out of the room. People bustled around them as they made their way to the stage, some slowing or stopping all together to watch Tweek pass.

He definitely didn’t have the look one usually associated with a famous young person. His hair was a wild shock of blonde on his head, his wide, blue eyes filled with nervousness. Small black gauges were in both of his ears, the right side having an additional two piercings in the cartilage. His shirt was a messily green flannel with the sleeves pushed up to the elbows, revealing the multitude of colored band-aids that decorated his arms and hands. Paired with simple dark jeans and black sneakers, there was something attractive about the simple look.

His agent had tried to clean him up; straighten his hair, fix his shirt, give him nicer clothing, but it was the one thing Tweek fought back for, and the agent had realized quickly he would not win.

They reached the side of the stage were Tweek would go on, pausing. The opening band was finishing their set, thanking the crowd for coming. Tweek gulped, his eyes scanning packed stadium. It was massive, holding over 30,000 people, and every seat was taken. The tour had sold out in record time, ever ticket claimed in a single hour. Tweek was easily the most popular musician, and many could not figure out the reason. He handed off his guitar to a stage worker, not needing it until later.

Soon, the band moved off as Tweek’s backup went out to set up their instruments. A chant began, filling the air with cheers.

“Tweek! Tweek! Tweek!”

Taking a final, deep breath, Tweek forced a smile onto his face. He was doing this for his number one fan, not himself, and he was going to treat it as any other show. He knew somewhere, somehow, he was watching. All he had to do was relax and perform for him.

Stepping out from the curtain, the stadium erupted into a deafening screech. He waved at the sea of people, unable to see any of them thanks to the stage lights on him. Getting to the microphone at the front, he took it from the stand and spoke.

“Hello, everyone!” he greeted, the commotion lowering to a murmur. “Thank you all for coming out tonight. I’m honored that so many people came to show support.” Applause and whistles rumbled through the area and Tweek paused to let them settle.

“As you know, tonight will be a special one. I have a new song for you all.” In his mind, he knew it was a lie. It wasn’t for everyone. It was just for him. “I have a number of songs for you all, so let’s get started!”

Upbeat music issued from the instruments of the band behind him, and the crowd cheered at the familiar sound of his first major hit.

———-

Two thousand miles away, in a tiny mountain town, Craig Tucker sat with his friends in his bedroom, the four gathered around his laptop on his desk. They watched the screen intently, the room silent aside from the cheering coming from the Bluetooth speaker in front of them. With help from Kyle, they had gotten into the security cameras at the stadium Tweek was performing at. Kyle had gushed over them for entirely too long for Craig’s taste, but they had been glad to learn that the newest cameras included an audio feed.

Across the bottom of the screen, a banner scrolled to give information to the security watching the event (and indirectly, the small group).

Performer: Tweek Tweak, Age: 17, Security Level: Red - High Alert

Craig’s mouth twitched up into a smile. The idea of his Tweek needing protection was laughable. When the teen himself walked out on stage, his heart lodged itself in his throat. It had been so long since they’d last seen each other…

Clyde patted his shoulder gently, hearing the muffled sniff. As the music filled the room, their moods brightened. Token, Clyde, and Jimmy got up, dancing around like idiots.

Craig didn’t move, glued to the screen. His heart was filled with love for the musician, and the pride he felt for him brought the threat of tears to his eyes. He rubbed them quickly, refusing to cry. He was stronger than that, he wasn’t going to be an emotional wreck.

The concert proceeded nicely, and Craig began to wonder what kind of song Tweek’s newest would be. He loved every single one the other made, but found that the ones with meaning were his favorite. Knowing Tweek, and that the concert was only going to be an hour long for his section (seeing as he was still new and had a limited number of songs to perform), he figured the eighth song in would be the new one. Tweek liked when things split nicely. Wait, what song where they on now?

As he tried to count, the music suddenly slowed, and a stool was brought out along with Tweek’s guitar. Craig motioned his friends over, pointing at the screen. It was time.

The three took their seats, watching Tweek settle onto the chair, strumming his guitar, the soothing sound echoing in the quieting stadium.

“Everyone,” he spoke into the microphone, now back in its stand, “this song was written for someone very special and dear to me. I’d love to introduce you all one day, but for now, you’ll have to settle on just hearing my feelings.” They saw his head turn back and forth and Craig knew he was looking for him.

“I’m here, Tweek,” he whispered. On the screen, Tweek’s face softened and the smile that came to him was genuine. To Craig, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

The drum began a soft beat, and it was soon followed by a gentle melody from Tweek’s guitar.

“I miss the sound of your voice… And I miss the rush of your skin… And I miss the still of the silence, as you breathe out, and I breath in. If I could walk on water, if I could tell you what’s next… I’d make you believe… I’d make you forget…” His voice was sweet and soothing, filled with a deeper meaning that most people only thought they understood. But they didn’t. Not the way Craig did.

“So come on, get higher, loosen my lips. Faith and desire and the swing of your hips… Just pull me down hard, and drown me in love.”

Tears were returning to Craig’s eyes, but this time, he was unable to keep them at bay. They spilled over his cheeks, and he pressed his hands hard against his mouth to keep from sobbing out loud.

He had missed his boyfriend so badly over the last few months. One day Tweek had been at his side, going through life with him, then suddenly, he was gone. Snatched away by the call of fame and fortune. He felt terrible to admit it, but he had been secretly terrified that once gone, Tweek would forget about South Park. His friends. Him.

“I miss the sound of your voice… Loudest thing in my head… And I ache to remember, all the violent, sweet, perfect words that you said…”

Through Craig’s mind ran his last conversation with Tweek. It had been a week ago, one of the rare five minutes calls they were allowed to have. The first thing Tweek had said to him was, “Oh, God, Craig! I’ve missed your voice so much!” From there, the teen had dissolved into a blubbering mess. Craig had cooed to him, promising he was strong and capable of so much… telling him how proud he was of all he had accomplished.

“I’ll be waiting for you with open arms when you get home,” he promised. “Just focus on my voice when you’re stressed. I’m always with you when you need me, babe. I love you.” Tweek had answered in kind, then had to go. Craig that thought of that conversation every day since.

“I miss the pull of your heart… I taste the sparks on your tongue… I see angels and devils and God, when you come, on… Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on…”

Craig didn’t think of himself as an emotional person, but damn him, when it came to Tweek, nothing was as it seemed. The other made him feel in a way he had never thought possible. Tweek had done exactly as he had said before they got together. Whatever had been hurting Craig, something so deep he hadn’t even known was hurting, was fixed, all thanks to the wild eyed, crazy haired teen singing passionately to his loving audience.

Not for the first time, Craig was struck by how amazingly, unbelievably lucky he was to have him.

“So come on, get higher, loosen my lips. Faith and desire and the swing of your hips… Just pull me down hard, and drown me, drown me in love…” The band playing with him echoed the lines softly as Tweek strummed his guitar his nimble, well-practiced movements.

“It’s all wrong… It’s all wrong… It’s so right… So come on, get higher… So come on and get higher… Cause everything works, love, everything works in your… arms…”

As the final note faded out, the stadium was quiet. In Craig’s room, the only sound was the soft hum of the computer and Craig’s stifled sobs. Suddenly, the audience were all on their feet, screaming and cheering as loudly as they could, the four in South Park doing much the same.

On the screen, Tweek stumbled backwards, having clearly not expected such a reaction. He put his hand up, waving in thanks to everyone, and for a split second, Craig met his eyes through the camera. In that moment, he knew that Tweek was aware he was watching.

———-

The rest of the concert was as big of a success as the first half had been. Tweek existed the stage, accepting a bottle of water gratefully. He chugged it down, then tossed the empty plastic into a recycling bin as his agent hustled him back towards the dressing room.

“Can I call him now?” he asked, chewing on his lip. He needed to know what Craig though of the song. Had he liked it? Had he felt the emotion he’d put into it? His questions were answered shortly as his agent allowed him to place the call. He listened to his boyfriend, crying on the other end of the line.

“I love you, Tweek. I really, really fucking love you,” Craig managed to say, and Tweek smiled.

“I love you, too, Craig. I’ll be home soon. I want that hug the moment I get off the bus.”

“You got it, honey.”

The rest of the tour was just as successful as the first show, each crowded stadium reduced to awed silence and tears. He performed a total of twenty shows, traveling around the United States for a full month. He found he didn’t really mind it, but had almost gotten into a fist fight with his agent, demanding more phone time with his boyfriend after a week. He won.

Speaking with Craig for an hour every night did wonders for his nerves, and the concerts only improved. By the time he was headed home, his newest song was top of all the music charts as the number one love song. Now was the time for the real test.

On the road home, Tweek knew they were being followed by paparazzi vans. He could see them out of the window, and he decided he didn’t care. He had only one thing on his mind now. Honestly, the number of vans following the tour bus was his own fault.

He had been asked a question about his song, which he had titled “All For You”. They had asked who ‘you’ was. He had cheekily told them they would find out when he returned to his hometown.

“The good news is,” his agent said, scrolling through his Twitter feed, “is that you are the most liked musician right now. You’re more popular than JB ever was, even when he wasn’t a little prick. That means you have a lot of wiggle room. You can do just about anything you want, and the backlash from it will be so minimal that it won’t matter.”

Tweek rested his chin on his elbow, looking out the window. It wouldn’t matter to him regardless. He wasn’t going to hide who he was, and if someone had a problem with him, they were welcome to fuck right off.

The driver called back to them then, announcing they had only ten more minutes until they arrived at the Tweak house.

It was easily the longest, most torturous ten minutes of Tweek’s entire life. His calm abandoned him, and he vibrated in place, his hands gripping tightly onto his shirt to keep from pulling on his hair. He paced back and forth for a few minutes, but found the action only build up his nervous energy. He chose to stand by the driver, staring hard at the horizon.

He didn’t notice the paparazzi vans going around them, speeding into the town to set up for his arrival. He didn’t care, only focused on one thing.

Where was Craig?

The tour bus rounded the corner, and Tweek felt all the air rush out of him. There he was. Waiting for him just as he had promised. Tears filled his eyes and he let out a soft laugh.

He had forgotten how tall his boyfriend was, and it was funny to see him towering over the adults. That was fine by him, it made it extremely easy to find him whenever he needed him. He knew his agent was talking to him, likely warning him to be careful, but Tweek registered none of his words.

The bus stopped. The door opened. Tweek bolted.

He smashed through the surge of paparazzi, bulldozing by them. They fell before him easily. He didn’t stop running until he hit a familiar mass. Warm arms wrapped around him, and he could have cried. He felt a face press into his hair, and he nuzzled closer.

“Craig…” he murmured.

“Welcome home, Tweek,” Craig whispered into his soft locks. They pulled back just enough to look at one another, then they leaned towards one another, and kissed.

The people surrounding them gasped and cameras began to flash all around them, but neither cared.

With ease, Craig scooped Tweek up, his arms locking under Tweek’s thighs as the blonde wrapped his arms around Craig’s neck, resting his head against his chest. He hadn’t slept much on the tour, and now that he was back with Craig, his exhaustion was back with a vengeance. Craig entered the house, and without turning around or answering any of the questions thrown at him, he kicked the door shut.

After setting Tweek down just long enough to lock the door, he carried the already-sleeping teen up to his bedroom, laying him gently in bed. He pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, smiling lovingly down at him.

“I’m so proud of you, honey,” he murmured.

———-

The next day, Tweek’s homecoming was the top story in just about every news outlet imaginable. The leading picture of every news site was a slightly different angle of the kiss the couple had shared upon being reunited.

As predicted, the number of people who were angry over Tweek being gay were such a small minority it had no effect on Tweek’s overall career. The vast majority of fans were happy to have a face for the mysterious ‘you’ of Tweek’s song, and as easily as they had fallen in love with Tweek, they fell for Craig.

His support and encouragement were clearly a huge help to the musician, and this only served to boost the love for the couple. A few weeks after returning home and getting the paparazzi banded from town, Tweek came downstairs to find his boyfriend talking with his mother. Craig spotted him and smiled, holding out an arm towards him, which Tweek gladly grabbed and pulled around himself, pressing into Craig’s side.

“Look at this, babe,” he said, holding up his phone for Tweek to see. “You’ve hit the point of fame that people have given you and I a name for our relationship.”

Tweek blinked at the words in front of him, then snorted. “'Creek’, huh?” he said thoughtfully. “Interesting.”

“Plenty more where this came from,” Craig chuckled. He swiped the screen and showed him another article. “See? The other name people are using is ‘Twig’. I guess no one can agree, so people are getting into heated arguments over it. What a strange time to be alive.”

Rolling his eyes, Tweek got up on his tip toes and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek. “We can deal with that later. I’m hungry now.”

With another laugh, Craig nodded, and led the way into the kitchen. It seemed their lives were going to be different from then on, in ways that had never even occurred to him. He watched Tweek make himself toast, smiling as cinnamon and sugar went everywhere as Tweek’s shaking hands dropped the container onto the counter, one thought running through his mind before he moved to help him clean up.

’Whatever happens now, I’ll never stop loving him.’

[hypnofur1]

Santa Baby

By Hypnofur

(I’ve been speaking to a lot of fans of femdom hypno. Figured I’d add a female hypnotist story, as I haven’t in a while. Enjoy!!)

It was Christmas that set her off. Well, the company Christmas party to be exact. It was the first time that she ever met Kyle’s wife, Christie. Beautiful, blonde, perfect Christie. It was of no surprise to Sam that Christie was cold to her. Most women would not like their handsome, powerful husbands having an Executive Assistant named Sam when it stood for Samantha, not Samuel. Especially when they looked like Kyle’s Samantha. Plus, it was clear that Kyle was going out of his way NOT to look at Sam, which was not lost on his wife. Christie’s unfriendly demeanor was understandable, but little did she know that her terse behavior was the nail in her coffin.

As she drove home from the Christmas party, alone, Sam flipped on the radio. Santa baby was playing. What a song. It was Sam’s favorite Christmas song. She loved the power that the singer had over her “Santa”. He was showering her with gifts, he was clearly so under her spell. Sam had always loved that song, that imagery. Yet, here she was, driving home alone while her “Santa”, Kyle, was going home with Christie. In a few days, he’d wake up on Christmas with her. He probably bought her so many gifts. They’d probably go to her family’s house for dinner. The perfect couple. All while Sam was in her apartment, alone? It was too much to bare.

Slip a sable under the tree, for me…

The lyrics sparked a wicked fire within Sam, she knew that tomorrow, Christmas eve, would be the day that she made Kyle her Santa, once and for all.

The entire company was off on Christmas Eve. Kyle and Christie were as happy as could be as they got ready that morning. They had last minute gifts to pick up for friends and family. They planned to have lunch at their favorite spot, which was decorated so nicely for Christmas. It was all going to be so lovely.

Moments before leaving the house, Kyle got a text from Sam.

Sam: Hi Kyle, do you have minute?

Kyle: Hey. Can it wait until after Xmas? Trying to be off today.

Sam: Sounds like you’ll be busy.

Kyle: Yeah. Last minute gifts and stuff with Christie

Sam: All that shopping will make you so tired. Let me know if you want me to RELAX you later.

A wave washed over Kyle as he read the word RELAX from Sam. He loved when Sam relaxed him. Sometimes it was the only way he could get through a day. She would come into his office, and get behind him. She would massage his shoulders, his temples. She would sooth him and relax him. It felt so good. So good.

But he couldn’t go there today. It was Christmas Eve, he had to be with Christie. No, he wanted to be with Christie. Right? He didn’t want to be with Sam, letting her relax him… listening to her voice. At least, he knew he shouldn’t want to be with her. He tried to think of something to type back. Some way to get off the hook so he could go with Christie. He kept trying to type “no”

Sam could see the three dots on her I phone, she knew he was typing back. It was time to strike!

Sam: You need it Kyle. You need me to RELAX you.

Kyle read her words and felt the need. God, he did need it. He needed it so much. But Christie…

Sam: Kyle tell me that you want me to RELAX you. Tell me now.

Kyle felt his thumbs moving of their own volition.

Kyle: I want you to relax me.

Sam: Yes, you need it Kyle. You need it so badly. Tell Christie you need to go to the office to deal with a client emergency. Be at the office in an hour.

Kyle couldn’t resist. Christie was furious. Kyle left her fuming in the living room and headed to the office. There was only one car in the parking lot. It was Sam’s. She was in his office, standing behind his desk chair as he walked in. She looked amazing. So fucking hot. Kyle knew he couldn’t think that way, but she did. She had on a black velvet dress and high heeled gray suede boots.

“Come let me RELAX you Kyle, you need it so badly….” Sam said with a devilish look on her face.

Kyle’s legs marched him to his chair, even though his heart told him this was a bad idea. But soon, he was in his office chair, with Sam behind him, telling him to stare at a spot in the wall.

Sam smiled as she looked down at her prey. Her perfectly manicured fingers found his temples and started gently massaging. "You're responding perfectly now, Kyle. Now let yourself be aware of just that la- a-ast little bit of resistance in your eyelids ... that la-a-ast tiny bit of tension as your eyelids feel so-o-o-o intolerably heavy ... oh yes, I see they are hot and flushed as they want to close ... you will lo-o-o-ove this experience, Kyle. I know how go-o-od it feels to give up all control, your heavy, heavy eyelids are so-o-o leaden as you respond only to me, Kyle ... feel them burn now? Yes-s-s ...ever so heavy! ... they are watering and burning ... watering and burning so-o-o-o badly ... you feel that any second they must close down softly and drowsily, Kyle ... you love drifting and floating ... so impossibly heavy aren't they? ... you may begin to yield now ... go a-a- allll the way down. Deep into trance for me. Deep into hypnotic trance for Samantha. There is only my voice. Only my power. Only my will. Only Samantha.

You are falling deeply under my power Kyle. Deeply under my power, under my control. Your desire for me can no longer be resisted. Your desire to please me can no longer be controlled. You want so desperately to be near me, to please me, to serve me. Your lust for me controls you. I control you. Samantha controls you. You desire only Samantha. You get hard only for Samantha. I am your queen, your goddess!" Samantha almost shouted.

She was so worked up, so turned on by the power. She had been hypnotizing him for weeks, slowly building his dependence on her “relaxation techniques.” Slowly building his desire for her. He had been having dreams about serving her, dreams about pleasing her. Dreams about fucking her. Yet he didn’t know the source of the dreams. He didn’t know why his attraction to her kept growing and growing, despite his love for Christie. But Sam knew, she knew exactly what she was doing, it was just a matter of time before she would strike. She had dreamed about this herself, and now it was a reality.

Soon Sam was awoken from his trance. Samantha was on his lap, with her arms around his neck. He was hard as a rock. He looked deep into her eyes before she moved in for a deep, passion kiss. It seemed to last forever. When it finally broke, he simply asked “How can I serve you?”

For the first time, Sam said nothing, instead she brought his hand to her wet pussy. Understanding his unspoken order, he began to work her clit. A little more firmly he rubbed now, sending shivers through her body as she climaxed. She had been so close all day, never mind during his hypnotic induction. She knew the slightest touch would get her off. She also knew that wouldn’t be the end of it. She moaned like a sexual woman would moan, as she felt two fingers being stuffed into her steaming pussy. She laughed to herself as she figured Christie would never moan like that. She began to buck her hips wildly against his hand as she coated his fingers with her creamy wetness. He used her cum to make her clit wet and slick then continued to play with her, her pleasure being his only desire in the world. Cumming hard, she wrapped her arms around him clutching his body tightly to hers. “Have you ever licked Christie’s pussy?” she whispered in his ear.

“No, I’ve never done that with anyone” he admittedly honestly.

Sam was disappointed, that he was inexperienced, but it was of no matter. He was going to learn.

“Make me cum with your tongue. Do it now!” she said as he sat on his desk and opened her legs to him. He moved in and kissed her; first her thighs, then slowly he slipped his tongue between her lips. His long tongue slipped inside her and she spread even wider for him. He then moved to her now hard clit. First licking, then sucking it into his mouth. Slowly to begin with, then faster and faster. She began to buck her hips against his tongue as her orgasm grew within her. Then she lost it; moaning his name loudly, she creamed all over his quick tongue. As she climaxed, he slipped two fingers into her juicy pussy, causing her to cum even harder. With his other hand he spread her lips and continued kissing and licking her clit. His mind in a one track frenzy to bring her pleasure. She pulled down her velvet dress, freeing her hot tits. Taking them in her hands, she began rolling and playing with her rock hard nipples, while her pussy leaked its juices all over his tongue. Her clit was throbbing now as his tongue kept flicking over it. He sucked it into his mouth, held it there and used his tongue on it some more. She came violently, shaking and shuddering and moaning that he belonged to her now. She then told him to fuck her better than he ever fucked Christie. His cock was rock hard and he slid it between her swollen and slick lips. He was rubbing it up and down her pussy lips, getting it wet with her cum. She reached down taking him in her hands and guided him to her slick opening. He pushed gently and slipped the head in. Just the head; then he stopped, holding it there, he kissed her. Then slowly he pushed again, slipping more of his cock into her. She felt her pussy start to stretch and the feeling made her cum. As she got off, he pressed more of himself into her. She wrapped her arms around him moaning loudly. She spread her legs as wide as she could for him, taking him fully inside her. She felt so full, so stretched open. They kissed as he ground his hips against hers. She was wild now. Thrusting hard and deep into her, he made her cum over and over again. His hand found her tits and began to play with them, paying special attention to her sensitive nipples. He began to fuck her with wild abandon. She shook and trembled in his arms. She felt him start to swell within her and she knew he was close. Lifting her hips to meet his thrusts, she took every inch of him, cumming hard on his thick cock again. Feeling her pussy cream all over his meat was too much for him. He desperately wanted to cum, but he somehow knew he couldn’t without her permission. When she finally granted it, he exploded deep within her pussy, filling her with his hot cum. As they came down they looked into each other’s eyes. “Time to slip a sable under my tree…” Sam said with a wicked laugh.

An hour later, they were in Sobol’s furs. Samantha was in the sable Kyle had purchased for her. He was rock hard again as he looked at her in it. His phone kept beeping and beeping, but he ignored it.

“Read me your text” Sam said.

Kyle obeyed. “It’s Christie. She’s asking where I am, reminding me that it is Christmas Eve.”

Sam thought about having Kyle take a picture of her and send it to Christie. That would serve the prissy blonde bitch right. However, she resisted. That sort of thing would be perfect ammunition for the soon to be hired divorce lawyers. She had to be smart.

“Tell her you forgot to buy a Secret Santa gift for me...” Sam laughed. She knew that alone would be enough to ruin Christie’s Christmas.

Six months later, there was one more little thing… a ring…

[cgmayra]

I actually meant that if Sonic and Amy had a family together (you're right, I should've clarified that 😅) But that fanfic was so good. Sorry if I'm being a pain btw

Part 1 (x)

No, I wanted you to clarify and write me back if it was bad XD haha, could you explain what you meant by keeping it a ‘family’ without ‘love’ in it? Cause… Cause… I think families are romantic XD I mean, you know, my mom and dad weren’t always shy with being cute in the kitchen. I would lean back and be like, “Love is in the air~” when they started dancing and kissing lightly or just hugging one another. Like… families are cute, man XD

But I understand there is discord in family too, there’s always opposites to all things. Ehem, so an ‘unromantic’ moment with the family, is that it?

I hope you don’t mind, but I’m totally inserting my headcanon sonamy family, okay? We all good with that? No complaints? alrighty then.

Prompt:

“Speed, don’t forget your shoes.” Amy leaned down to try and help Freedom put on his own, as the oldest, Speed, looked down and lifted a food up, seeing it wasn’t dressed and made a face, looking back to his mom.

“You know, if we don’t wear clothes in the first place, what’s wrong with going barefoot too?”

“Don’t get snarky with me, young man. You can think outside the box once you’re at school.” she gave him the motherly eye of warning and he rolled his eyes up with a smile, waddling back to get his shoes.

“Mom, are you gonna get mad if I take my weapons with me?” Rebel had her medieval book in hand, since she could summon weapons based on if she’s seen them before or not.

“Absolutely not!”

“But I haven’t memorized them all yet!”

“You’re father really should stop reading you so many violent fables.” Amy fanned for Rebel to quickly come to her so she could fix the bow in the back.

“I hate bows… just take it off!” She stomped her foot down, pouting and folding her arms.

“Hey…” Freedom moved his foot from where hers had fallen, afraid she may hit him.

“There, there. You’re sister’s not gonna kill you.” Amy patted his head and then patted Rebel’s butt to get a move on. “Okay, everyone in the car!” She started to hurdle them, getting the baby before remembering she was with Sonic.

“Okay, there fine. There really fine. Hmm…” she whimpered to herself, trying to calm her racing motherly heart as instinct almost took over her to go after him.

“Okay, Freedom?”

“Here, Mommy.” he was fiddling with a racecar in his hands.

“Uncle Tails says you can play at his industry if you promise to get an good grade this next test and show it to him, okay?” she adjusted the mirror in the car, seeing her quills messed up, she brushed them down and tried to look cute, before smiling as if trying to fool herself.

“Really!?” Freedom’s eyes lit up, “Can I help him work, momma?! Can I, can I!?”

“Ugh… as long as it not radioactive, a prototype, or anything sharp and potentially dangerous.” Amy started up the car, sighing.

“Aww.. that’s all the fun ones.. hmph.” he folded his arms, upset, before throwing them down and making the toy racecar go around with sound effects.

“You’ll get over it.”

“Mom, Sandy said she’d come to my band practice today.” Speed pulled his backpack around to his lap, and chilled in the backseat. “That’s cool, right?”

“Sandy… Sandy… Don’t you mean- Veronica?” Amy was pulling out onto the street now, trying to remember out of the hundred girls her eldest son mentioned, which one was Sandy.

“Mom! Veronica is totally dating Kyle! I’m talking about Sandy~ Baby~ Oh why~ did you leave me~ Oh, Sandy~” he started singing and hitting things around him as if trying to make a beat.

“Right.. and she’s special, because-?”

“Mom! For the last time, I’m not a player!”

“You’ve called me about every blonde chick that walks by you in a 5 mile radius, Speed. Now I love you. But remember. I expect one wife out of you, one day. Just one day, hon.” she teased him, as he made a face ‘pfft’d to the side, kicking a leg up over the other.

“You’re so immature.”

“Me?” Amy pointed to herself, and then laughed. “Hey, I had one love. And one love alone. Let’s give mommy some props, here. I way got your father, and there ain’t no other version that can be told of THAT story!” she proudly stated, and a headstrong, bold passion in her voice.

Speed rolled his eyes, “Well…” he leaned his head back, spreading his arms out on the armrest and the back of the seat. “If I find a girl like you, Mom… I’ll take her home.”

“Awww~ Speed~” she was so touched, placing a hand on her heart, almost tearing up and fanning herself.

“Chill, Mom.”

“Oh my gosh, I’m just so happy you said that.” she wiped a tear away, getting into traffic. “Oh boy, I’m so happy you’d bring her home first.”

He suddenly shot out of his seat, “WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN!?”

“GET BACK IN YOUR SEAT. YOU DIDN’T HAVE A SEATBELT ON!?” Amy suddenly reared the car over to the side, having angry horns blast her way as she forced the car into a park from speeding to avoid accidents.

Once the car screeched to a halt, Rebel looked calm as she stated, “Now you’ve done it.”

Amy flung around from her seat, swinging an angry arm out at him. “YOU PUT YOUR SEATBELT ON YOUNG MAN OR I’LL COME BACK THERE AND-”

“Mom! Cop!” Speed quickly pointed ahead of her.

“Oh no.” Amy looked forward but Speed had time to roll the window down and race out, waving back to her as she gasped.

“See you after practice, Mom!”

“Oh, that little…” she gripped her wheel tighter, before banging her head on it and seeming to give up. “He’s his father’s child… and yet, he’s got my heart all reversed.” she rolled her eyes, looking up, and getting the car going again. “He just needs to meet the ‘one’ and all my problems will be solved.” she joked, pulling the car back out into the street.

-With Sonic-

“Now, this is how you roll.” Sonic formed a fall, and rolled backwards, before unrolling and laying on the ground again.

A little hedgehog baby blinked her eyes, before bending her head down and just keeping it there.

His smile faded as he looked like he wanted to help. “N-no, no, no. Journey, come on. It’s instinct. You’re sister got this her first try. Okay, no pressure. Let me just-” he used his fingers to help her roll over, but she fell straight on her back, and started tearing up.

He freaked out, looking around at the gymnastic instructors and quickly tried to calm her down. “No, no, sweetheart! Stay strong! Not here…” he picked her up over his shoulder, bouncing her but winced as he knew what was coming….

Squinting his eyes, he saw an instructor walk over.

“What on earth is going-?”

A sonic boom erupted from her mouth, as her cries morphed into sound-waves that had everyone shaking in their bones, and the equipment shake so badly they fell apart.

Sonic held a baby carrier over his chest with two sports bags full of baby necessities.

He sighed.

“That’s the twentieth place you’ve kicked us out of.” He looked dead-ahead, before looking to her sucking on her favorite chilidog squeaky toy.

“You’re mother’s gonna kill me.” he shook his head, knowing he had promised Amy he would try and find some sort of sport for her to do.

“Maybe you could sing?” he held his head up a moment, before the image of a rocker using that sonic sound-wave made him shake his head. He laughed and looked back down to Journey, using his nose to rub her head and tickle her.

“Nah, probably not. You’d literally bring the house down.” he started to run off, not at his usual speed though because the docs once told him he could cause brain-injury going that fast with a infant. So instead, he just leisurely strolled, before going passed the old people’s homes and-

“AH-HA!”

Sonic looked ratted out, and slowly turned to the open window.

“Greetings, old man.” he saw Eggman, old and worn out, leaning out of the window, looking happy to see him.

“I’ve caught you, Sonic!” he triumphantly stated.

Sonic shook his head, “With what? A baby?”

“A baby?” he squinted his eyes, “Could of sworn that was a pre-deposed of bomb…”

Sonic shrugged, lifting the two bags of baby stuff with the action, before letting it drop. “Same diff.”

“…. What are you doing with a baby?” Eggman looked confused.

“I’ve told you a thousand times Egghead…” Sonic lowered the bags down, then unstrapped Journey and placed her on his head, pointing to her as she clung on and looked around.

“This is my kid.”

“Oh, the little one? Yeh high?” he motioned with his hand the height. “Purple or magenta or… something?”

“That’s Rebel.” Sonic drooped his eyelids down. It had been a while, but Eggman’s memory loss was starting to get worse and worse. Sonic was glad he was able to find a home for him that would put up with his lousy inventions going haywire.

“Ah, oh, I see… R-Rebel, was it? Who names a kid a Rebel? Sounds like a bad omen.” Eggman shook his head, still leaning out the window.

“Ha…ha…ha… That comment gets better each time I hear it.” Sonic had clearly heard that comment over and over again, as he stretched out his back and watched Journey learn to cling to the his quills when he even made a slight movement.

He opened an eye to look up at her, and chuckled as he put her down and back in her strap.

“Well, I guess you forgot. So I’ll say it again, old chum.” As he strapped her in, he looked lovingly back at his old enemy.

He winked and saluted, “Thanks for the many years! And even for the advice to settle with Amy.”

“Huh? I said that?” Eggman pointed to himself. “Was I deaf?”

“No, but you weren’t blind.” Sonic clicked his tongue, giving the him the double-guns with his hands waving around, and then walked off, getting the bags again.

“Mr. Robotnik! Please get down from that window at once!”

“Oh, hehehe~ Hello, nurse~<3 come to check on your eggsypoo again?”

“I swear, Mr. Robotnik, we are NOT a couple!”

“Ho! Says you! Look who keeps barging into my laboratory!”

“It’s a living quarters!”

“You don’t need to pay any entrance fee of mere quarts to stay here, babe~”

“AUGH.”

Sonic raced off home, before stopping to see if Rebel was out playing for recess yet.

She was!

“That’s my girl.” he watched her playing basketball and pwning the other kids, but noticed she was so good that the other kids were leaving, since she was playing mostly with herself.

“Ah, come on, kid… learn to make a friend.” he looked worriedly to her, frowning to the side of his muzzle before the baby cooed, and he looked down and smiled.

“Ah, don’t worry, Journey. You’re my girl too.” he assured, as she laughed in a baby’s way of joy before raising her hands up, wanting to play with him.

He chuckled and let her suck on his fingers before he leaned over the gates to see a boy coming up to Rebel, trying to talk to her.

She seemed to look at him and then ignore him.

Highly intrigued by this new development, Sonic looked up and scaled a tree.

He patted Journey so she wouldn’t cry as she was a bit spooked by the sudden jerk upward, but was calmed down as he moved his body up and down, trying to keep her calm.

The boy was still speaking?

“Heh, I’ll give him props for effort.” he commented, but didn’t know quite how he felt about this.

Rebel threw the ball and the boy clapped at how many times she had gotten it in.

After a moment of her not speaking to anything he was saying, she dropped the ball and walked away, as the other kids came back to play. He pushed through the crowd, though, following after her.

Now, Sonic could faintly hear the conversation.

“H-hey! Wait up!”

“No, you can’t get my father’s autograph.”

“I-I wasn’t gonna ask that!”

“Well, then… don’t ask anything about my famous dad!”

“…Okay… I won’t.”

She suddenly stopped storming off, and looked angrily over her shoulder.

“…What do you mean, you won’t?”

“I.. I honestly just wanted to talk to you.” he gestured out to her, looking afraid at her hostility.

She looked away from him and at the ground.

Sonic leaned a bit more in the tree, trying to see and hear more through distance and the leafs getting in the way, before he heard a whistle and a teacher point him out.

“Stranger danger!”

“AHH!!” he quickly jumped out of the tree, racing away as she kept blowing the whistle.

“Call the cops!”

“Eeek!” Sonic’s face strained as he tried to not run too fast, still worried about Journey.

“Now your mom’s really gonna kill me!”

The cops were on his heels as he kept trying to get away without running at his full speed.

“Stop! In the name of the law!”

“You’ve gotta kidding me…” Sonic sweatdropped, before seeing a car swerve in and the door open up.

“Huh?”

he paused and blinked a moment, before hearing a familiar voice.

“Get in!”

Amy sped down the street as she lost the cops, and then glared at him as he knew he was in trouble.

“Hehe… this is why I married ya.” he joked, but she turned her gaze to the baby.

“Is she alright?”

“Yeah, she’s fine.”

Journey spat out a twig.

“…YOU.” she glared “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT KIND OF BACTERIA COULD BE SPREADING THROUGHOUT OUR CHILD’S BODY NOW?”

“Honey, she was just at kids gymnastics place, I think she’d had it worst off there then in a tree.” he strapped her out and let her bounce on his lap.

“A tree!? What were you doing in a tree?! You were once a respectable hero, and now look at you! Getting chase by cops. Where’d I go wrong!” Amy went all melodramatic as Sonic laughed, putting a hand up to his head before the car turned off a ramp and wings popped out. (Sonic all star racing reference I think?)

“Amy, I’m sorry.” he shook his head down, before looking back up at her. “There was a kid with Rebel today. He was trying to sweet talk her or something. I think he may end up a friend.” he smiled to her, hoping she was getting what he was saying.

Amy gasped, her head moving from him back to the sky. “What? Really? Oh my gosh, this is happening! My little girl! Ohh~”

“Don’t spaz out yet. She flat out rejected him.” Sonic kicked his feet up, holding the handstrap above his head as Journey laid down on his stomach, seeming to fall asleep.

He patted her back as he continued, “She’s too much like me. That worrisome.” Sonic seemed lost in thought for a moment.

Amy lovingly looked over to him, worried about what he meant by that, “You turned out alright.” she gently stated, and put her hand to his on Journey’s back.

“She’ll be a good kid.” she patted his hand and put her own back to the wheel.

He shrugged, then held up Journey and sniffed. “Wow, still good.” he grinned, surprised she hadn’t-

“You had to say something.”

Amy heard the sound of an unpleasant explosion happening in Sonic’s arms, as he looked away, and gently, slowly regretting his last statement, strapped her back to him.

“Well, bath time was always a great bonding experience.” Sonic clearly was being sarcastic.

Amy rolled down the windows. “For you or for me?” she hinted at doing most of the work again.

He tried not to breath in much, but still sighed, “How’s the rascals?”

“Speed’s got a fling.”

“AGAIN!?” Sonic, in pure shock, double-taked and shook his head, “That boy just had a crush a week ago! What was her name? Verri? Verah?”

“Veronica. Yeah. Apparently she’s off with a new boo.”

Sonic flung his hands up and let them drop. “You snooze, you loose.”

“He’s got a girl named… ~Sandy~… coming to his band practice today.”

“…Like.. hillybilly?” he mocked with buck-teeth. “Sandy, or like… oooh… Sandy.” he bounced his eyebrows up as if he saw a cute girl.

Amy shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Probably blonde.”

“That kid really needs to slow down.”

“He’s much like us.”

“Like us? You mean, like YOU.” he directly poked her in the shoulder, gesturing to her before sitting down.

“Nah, he’s got my eyes, my good looks, but he lacks…emm.. class.” He rubbed his fingers together, as Amy looked at him and ‘pfft’d.

“What?”

“Class? Sonic, please.” she called him out on his bluff.

“What?! I totally had you at ‘hello’!” Sonic leaned back, trying to act sexy.

“Really? I believe I said, ‘hello~’ first.” Amy seductively said ‘hello’ but  still was being feisty about her statement. “Sonic, you could woo a girl, but you just never were in the mood too.” she landed the car as Sonic looked offended, pouting.

“At least you admit I could.” He gave her an look as he moved his head down, then flicked the car open, as if trying to have style as he got out.

“I married a poser.” Amy got out of the car, but gave him a joking smile as he walked over to her.

“You know a man looks even more sexy with a baby strapped to his stomach.” Sonic confidently walked up to her, sticking his chest out with the stinky little baby on it.

She giggled, pretending to be impressed as she admired the baby. “Ohh~ I love the color.” she teased, as he laughed lightly and they leaned with a kiss.

After getting home, bath time was Sonic’s turn, and yes, he had to take one too.

Amy got a call from Tails that he’d pick up Freedom to teach him more about electronics, since her kid was kinda a nerd for building and racing cars.

She ‘okay’d it, before getting another call that Sandy had come, and that Speed rocked his heart out to her, but you know, totally subtle about it. He said it would be weird to get her number but totally had her eyes on him the whole time.

Amy rolled her own eyes and thought that was nice.

Rebel came home and Sonic questioned her a little about the boy, but she simply said he was just a friend, but her father knew better, and grinned from ear to ear.

“Riiight~” he winked to her, putting his arms on his hips before picking out a book. “It’s about time we had a little talk..”

“SONIC!”

“Not that one!” he cried out the door to Amy, and then sat down with Rebel to read her another adventure. “Just about how boys are stupid and women are-” he leaned down to Rebel’s ear, “Sometimes stupider.”

She gave him a frown. “Only because men lead the way.”

“OW!” Sonic pretended to have a knife in his chest and pulled it out. “That sass almost killed me!”

She laughed, as he read her a story and tried to tie it back to safety around boys.

(I love Sonamy fam, so much T-T And yes, this will be a fanfiction. I’m planning on it :3 here’s a sneak peek at the kids! lol)

[junker-town]

The 27 best moments from the 2017 NBA Finals

From Rihanna, to 3-1 leads, to deleted “Cavs in 7” tweets, the NBA Finals held plenty of surprises.

Look, the basketball: it was good. But, with the exception of a wild Game 4, the NBA Finals unfolded as expected: The Warriors dominated and destroyed the Cavaliers, despite Cleveland’s best efforts.

While the final result wasn’t surprising, we did have some twists and turns along the way. From Rihanna’s appearance, to J.R. Smith’s deleted tweet, to KD and Steph’s moms dancing after a win, here are the best moments of the 2017 NBA Finals.

1. When Rihanna won Game 1

Rihanna showed up courtside and walked by Jeff Van Gundy, who was all of us when he yelled, “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”

Things only got better from there. Rihanna’s a huge LeBron fan, so she bowed to him during the game at one point, then turned around to dab on the fans who told her to sit down. Never tell Rihanna to sit down.

Amazing. Rihanna bows to LeBron then hits a dab and small waves a Warriors fan telling her to sit down. http://pic.twitter.com/q0IyIPIbGK

— Rob Perez (@World_Wide_Wob) June 2, 2017

Not long after, Rihanna’s long time friend and assistant Jenn Rosales yelled out “BRIIIICK” during a Durant free throw. Durant then appeared to stare Rihanna down after nailing a three-pointer, though that depends on who you ask. He wouldn’t confirm or deny. But, I mean ... show me a world in which Rihanna doesn’t get in someone’s head, and I’ll show you a world in which a current NBA team can beat the Warriors.

Steph Curry tried to play it off like Rihanna didn’t have everyone completely shaken, saying that she’s never been on a Warriors locker-room playlist. Which is clearly their loss: There are few songs inspire the vanquishing of enemies like Desperado.

2. When it came out that LeBron and KD once recorded a rap song together

The track is ... something. I mean, it’s not good. I mean, it’s bad. Let’s hope these guys don’t quit their day jobs to pursue their art anytime soon.

Here's the Lebron James-Kevin Durant secret track! 1 million retweets to release the whole song! @espn @NBA @CBSSports @SInow @SportsCenter http://pic.twitter.com/4oCIEHsSJP

— Spider Studios (@SpiderStudiosOH) June 5, 2017

3. When Jay Z taught the world how to take a truly great candid photo

He’s a pro.

4. When we learned that JaVale McGee has a hairless cat named Raja

Where were you when you realized that JaVale McGee not only owns a sphynx cat named Raja, but has created an Instagram account for her?

Where were you when you realized she gets massages?

Shoutout to @sootheapp for the massage.... Mike W. has magic fingers... #sphynxkitten #sphynx #sphynxcat #spynxlair #sphynxlove #sphynxcat #spynxtagram

A post shared by RAJA (@rajathesphynx) on Mar 11, 2016 at 3:02pm PST

5. When we all got to meet LintBron James

I am not in the business of being speechless, but this sculpture made out of 30 pounds of dryer lint rendered me completely mute.

LintBron James. She said she made this out of 30 pounds of dryer lint. http://pic.twitter.com/brkeeITHYn

— J.A. Adande (@jadande) June 7, 2017

Breathtaking.

6. When the dude washing the court pulled off the most incredible scooting motion America has ever seen

But you’ll just have to take a look and decide that for yourself.

7. When KD and Steph’s moms got super amped together after their sons won Game 3

Do you know how incredible it feels to watch your son torch another team in the NBA Finals? Unless your son is an NBA player, then no, you don’t. Seems pretty great, if this video of Sonya Curry and Wanda Durant celebrating after their sons won Game 3 is any indication.

MAMA CURRY AND MAMA DURANT ARE HYPE

A post shared by NBC SPORTS BAY AREA (@nbcsauthentic) on Jun 7, 2017 at 8:55pm PDT

8. When Mark Jackson said “full steam of head” instead of “full steam ahead”

LOL! I could be wrong (gotta check the facts) but I’m pretty sure this was the greatest mix up in the history of the English language. “Play it by year” and “in egg shell sits Deio” have nothing on “full steam of head.”

Slightly related: Highly recommend saying “that train has sailed” or “whatever toots your boat” in everyday conversation. Really kicks people for a loop.

9. When Kyle Korver dunked and Draymond Green smiled

Even Draymond Green liked Kyle Korver's dunk. ( Kyle Terada-USA Today) http://pic.twitter.com/wmYb003B5Z

— SB Nation (@SBNation) June 8, 2017

Look, it’s not every day that we get a Korver dunk, OK? Even Draymond realized this was something special to behold.

10. When Steph Curry appeared to maybe pretend to poop on the court and then said he didn’t (I know, I can’t believe this is where we are, either)

There was this whole thing where Steph squatted down on the court at one point during Game 3, and everyone was like, “Oooooh Steph mimed pooping on the floor!”

So a reporter asked about it:

“Steph, I’m sorry we keep asking you about squatting, but while Draymond and Steve were arguing with the ref and one of them got the technical, it looked like you squatted down. And were you just stretching there, and what did Richard Jefferson say to you?”

“Are you serious right now?” Curry said to the reporter.

“You got to be better,” Durant added.

Sports writers, folks.

11. When Jeff Van Gundy defended Khloe Kardashian?

JVG went on this whole soliloquy about how people should stop saying that Khloe is the reason Tristan Thompson has been playing badly. JVG: not a fan of the Kardashian Kurse.

12. When Dwyane Wade showed up in a track suit to Game 4, and the internet roasted him for it

Everybody had jokes when D. Wade appeared on the sidelines dressed like Usher.

Ready for Game 4 of the #NBAFinals... @stephenasmith, @DwyaneWade & @SHAQ! http://pic.twitter.com/lcLP3FzBhd

— NBA (@NBA) June 10, 2017

13. When Draymond did or didn’t get a technical for elbowing Iman Shumpert in the head

I mean, he did. But then when he got another technical, the refs said that the first technical was supposed to be on Steve Kerr, so Draymond didn’t end up getting tossed out of the game. Which is totally fine and normal and not at all something that would make anyone suggest the NBA is in anyway (to quote Ayesha Curry) “absolutely rigged for money.”

14. This goddamn self-alley-oop from LeBron James ...

LeBron makes me hyperaware of my physical limitations. How do you DO THIS in the middle of a GAME?!

15. ... which J.R. Smith credited to the fact that LeBron is a Gatorade Baby

JR in LeBron's self alley-oop: 'He's a Gatorade baby. He was made in a lab somewhere.' http://pic.twitter.com/41CEC3Trfx

— Sports Illustrated (@SInow) June 10, 2017

What on God’s green Earth is a Gatorade Baby, J.R.? The “made in a lab” part I largely agree with, given what LeBron can do, but the Gatorade part is giving me pause. Maybe J.R. is referring to those 90s ads where Mia Hamm ran around to that “Everything you can do I can do better” song.

Or maybe this doesn’t make sense nor mean anything, but we’re going to roll with it because it’s J.R.

16. When the third quarter of Game 4 turned into a WWE match

LeBron and KD mouthed off at each other, Draymond almost got ejected ... we were one metal ladder away from Undertaker coming out of retirement to drop Kerr with a piledriver.

17. When the Warriors blew a 3-0 lead and the internet exploded with 3-1 lead jokes

They wrote themselves. And namely consisted of: Remember that time the Warriors blew a 3-1 in the 2016 Finals with the first-ever unanimous MVP?

18. When Draymond basically called all of Cleveland stupid

I mean, if you’re going to play games like WWE matches, you can’t begrudge Draymond for really leaning into his role as a heel.

Cavs fans don't like Draymond. The feeling is mutual.

A post shared by SB Nation (@sbnation) on Jun 9, 2017 at 10:32pm PDT

19. When Snoop Dogg showed up to Game 5 dressed like Merlin

Maybe he didn’t get the memo that D.C. wasn’t in the finals, because he was doing his best Wizard impression.

Snoop x 40 Water x Stephen A http://pic.twitter.com/dWMcogXFDk

— Bay Area Sports Guy (@BASportsGuy) June 13, 2017

20. When LeBron dunked KD through space and time back to Oklahoma City in Game 5

The laws of physics don’t apply when you’re LeBron James.

21. When David West and Tristan Thompson got into a fight and accidentally kissed in Game 5

Things got heated on the court when West rebounded a layup that Kyrie missed in the second quarter of Game 5, and then Kyrie tried to take the ball back. West snapped, then Thompson got involved, and then all hell broke loose when the two big basketball men appeared to kiss each other before refs and teammates separated them.

The Bachelorette might’ve gotten pushed from Monday night because of Game 5, but at least we still got a make out. It raised the very important question: Is kissing on the court a technical foul?

22. When the intimate moments continued, and Draymond caught Klay and held him up in Game 5

“Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna turn around and desert youuuu...”

23. When the Warriors pulled away like a getaway car leaving a bank, went up 122 to 110 with three and a half minutes left, and we were all like, oh, that’s right. The Warriors have Kevin Durant. And this is all over. And it’s ending just the way we thought it would, only one game later, so we still got to make our 3-1 lead jokes, and now we can all go to sleep and wake up next June when the Warriors are in the Finals again

^That’s all I have to say about that.

24. When Wanda Durant also deserved to get a ring

KD and the real MVP ❤️ http://pic.twitter.com/LSPNrz00nO

— SB Nation (@SBNation) June 13, 2017

25. OK, fine, here’s a celebration picture because KD’s mom is in it

Photo by Ezra Shaw/Getty Images

26. And the best GIF of all time, maybe

When it’s a school night but ur parents let u stay out past ur bedtime http://pic.twitter.com/yUP8jMvXMH

— Pete Blackburn (@PeteBlackburn) June 13, 2017

Congrats, Warriors, on the basketball.

27. And finally, here it is, the best moment of the Finals: When J.R. Smith tweeted and then deleted “Cavs in 7”

Minutes after Game 3 ended, a tweet appeared on J.R. Smith’s timeline that said “Cavs in 7.” He or someone else deleted the tweet after it had racked up close to 40,000 retweets.

In the parking lot after the game, J.R. claimed he was hacked (classic) but that he agreed with whoever sent it.

Who knows. Maybe J.R. sent it. Maybe J.R. was hacked. But you know what? It doesn’t matter. Because that transparency — whether it was Russell Westbrook’s pettiness, or Draymond’s taunts, or the Celtics showing up to Game 6 against the Wizards in D.C. wearing all black — was what kept us on our toes this NBA season. We all knew what would happen. We all expected to be here. It was the little dramas, the glorious gossip, the deleted tweets that gave it life.

So here’s to next season. The Warriors just dunked on a year’s worth of 3-1 lead jokes, and it’s hard to imagine a world in which we don’t find ourselves right back here when June comes around again. So, to that I say: Cavs in 7, Gatorade babies.