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mobiusxyearslater · 3 years

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Rekindling (A Sonally Story)

A/N: This whole thing takes place about two years before the whole AU/Your Dork starts off for context. ~Mun @t-vict101

On a cool night in New Mobotropolis, Princess Sally Acorn is walking back to her cottage from the Tommy Turtle Memorial Hospital. She witnessed her friend, Bunnie Rabbot give birth to her firstborn daughter Annabelle. The whirlwind excitement and joy practically drained Sally’s energy, it was time for much-needed rest. She quietly walked along the dirt path still thinking about her new niece, how cute she looked, and how happy Bunnie and Antoine looked. That’s the kind of love that could last lifetimes. Sally starts to wonder if she could feel that way someday. Well, she did at one point, the only person she felt happy with was--

“Hey there Princess! You’re out late!” Sally heard a voice pipe up.

She looked forward to see the source of the cheery voice, well who else could it be? The one and only hero of Mobius, Sonic the Hedgehog, sat there on her porch giving her a soft wave. Sally stared at him for a few moments unsure of what to do. The last time she saw him he was off fighting Doctor Eggman and saving the world once again. That was almost half a year ago. But that was how Sonic was. There was no tying him down after the job was done which led to their romantic relationship being more on and off if anything.

The ironic part was that their last break-up wasn’t because Sonic wasn’t around. It was because Sally was too busy juggling her life between her duties on the council and her duties as leader. Sonic did confront her about it which led to a big fight then eventually they agreed to go their separate ways. There was a twinge of guilt in Sally’s heart because of that and seeing Sonic there acting as if nothing happened. All Sally could do is muster up a small chuckle as she looks at the blue blur.

“Well, you know me. I’m always busy with one thing or another.” she joked as she took a seat next to Sonic, who gave her a chuckle.

“Oh, boy don’t I know it! So what was it this time?” He playfully props his chin in his palm, “Council meetings? Ribbon cutting? Oh! A big speech in front of the entire kingdom?”

Sally gives him a small nudge and shakes her head, “Oh shut up. If you have to know, Bunnie and Antoine just had their baby tonight..”

“What??” Sonic perks up, “Those two have a kid now? Man. I feel like I miss out on a lot.”

Sally chuckles and shakes head, “Well that’s what happens when you’re gone for months on end.”

Sonic chuckles and scratches his head, “Heh. Well, I do come back once in a while though so it’s not all bad.

Sally let out a small chuckle and nod looking out to the moon, “Yeah.. I guess so.”

The two sit in silence just watching the moon. There was a feeling that someone should say something but neither of them did instead soaking in the atmosphere. Somehow, someway, the silence was relaxing for them both. No one brought up the past or having to suffer the awkwardness of reliving the whole thing over again. But there was one burning question that rattled in Sally’s head. Of all places to go in the middle of the night, why hers? Sonic still had his parents, his Uncle Chuck, heck he could just crash at Tails’ place if he really wanted to.

Sally cleared her throat, making Sonic’s ear twitch. “So, you just randomly decided to pop up here?”

Sonic sweats a bit and gives off a nervous chuckle, “I guess I made it too obvious huh?” He looked at her shrugs, “...I guess I just missed you.”

Sally quirks a brow tilting her head, “Is that right?”

Sonic huffs at her tone and tilts his head, “What’s with that tone? I really did miss you.”

Sally chuckles and pats his head, sighing out tiredly, “And I missed you too.”

Still unable to get a read of what she’s thinking, Sonic wags at her at a finger, “...Why do I feel there’s a huge BUT coming up.”

Sally frowns and sighs out, “But… This feels like a pattern..”

Sonic gives her a confused look, “What do you mean..?”

Through her tiredness she starts to pet through the blue hedgehog’s quills, “...This. Us. You leave for a long time then come back saying you missed me. Old feelings come up and we try again. Then…”

Sonic watched Sally as her words tiredly trailed and looked down to the ground. He always loved Sally, that fact is the solid truth, but being committed was a whole different ball game. Thinking about her words more, he started to see the pattern too. Sure his feelings were genuine at the moment but he’s always changing his mind about them. He started to think that maybe Sally wanted more than just part of him. Maybe she needed all of him, just like he wanted all of her. Maybe just maybe, him leaving for months after each attack isn’t fair to her at all.

Sonic huffs out a chuckle and slides his hands behind his head, “...You wanna hear something funny?”

Sally rubs the tired out of her eyes and looks at him, “What’s that..?”

Sonic rubs his nose a bit, “While I was gone I actually dated someone for a small while.”

All Sally could do is huff in response, “So you can here in the middle of the night to tell me about your exes to your ex?”

Sonic nudges her a bit, “Just listen for sec. While I was away, I actually dated Amy for a small bit.”

Sally’s brows perk up hearing the news, “Wow. You actually let up and let her catch you huh?”

Sonic shrugs letting a small chuckle, “I did. I was always running and she was always there. I figured that was something I wanted or something. At least I thought I did.”

His words slowly trailed off as he thought about his time with Amy. The pink hedgehog sure was a spitfire. Wherever Sonic went she gladly went along with him for support. He figured giving her one date wouldn’t hurt. Then it turned into two. Then it turned to something exclusive. Their honeymoon phase was sweet but soon after Amy found herself in a bit of a rut. Hopping from city to city, fighting badniks left and right, she was all in on that no doubt but she wanted something more. At first, she thought Sonic was that solution, but when she had him that feeling never really went away.

Sonic sighs out softly circling his thumb in his palm. “So she dumped me. She said something about traveling around to find her purpose or something.”

Sally stared at the dejected hedgehog and softly petted his head, “You’re number one fan dumped you. That must’ve been a blow to the ol’ ego of yours.”

Sonic stifles a small chuckle letting himself relax under Sally’s touch, “Yeah it was but I get it. It was fine for a while but I guess somewhere down the line. She realized I couldn’t give HER what SHE needed.” He lets out a sigh and looks up at the sky, “...I am proud of her though. Whatever she decides on doing for herself, she’ll be great at it.”

Sally nods in agreement and lets out a small yawn, “Yeah. She’s too determined to let herself fail at anything that’s for sure. She’ll probably be the best.”

Sonic shakes his head and looks at Sally, “Alright, enough about my dating life. What about you? Anyone in your life?”

Sally huffs out a chuckle and shakes her head, “Not really. There have been dates here and there but my busy schedule made it way too difficult to really settle into anything.”

Sonic snickers a bit, “Woo boy don’t I know it--” he stops himself when he watches Sally’s face slowly fall into a frown, “Come on Sal. I don’t blame you for your hectic schedule.”

Sally gives him a look and crosses her arms, “Isn’t that the reason you dumped me the last time?”

And there it was. That sting of awkwardness they worked so hard to avoid has finally come to the forefront. The silence draped over them as they sat there with their thoughts. No one knew what exactly to say at that moment. Sally realized she still had her hand on Sonic’s head and quickly pulled away looking away.

Sonic took a deep breath, “I know I gave you grief about it before. I just thought we could be how we used to be when we were 17.” Sally opened her mouth to say something but Sonic held up his hand. “Which I realized now… It can never be like that. I guess… I was…. I dunno.. Anxious about everything changing. You and Rotor on the council, Bunnie and Ant having a kid, Tails being the next inventor of the century, even Amy…” He takes a deep breath and kicks the dirt a bit, “...Seems like everyone is running this race and I'm dead last.”

Sally hums a bit pondering about his words, “...I guess… You’re feeling everyone is outgrowing you…?”

Sonic’s ear twitches and lets out a small pout leaning his chin in his palm, “....Maybe yeah…”

Sally lets out a small laugh and Sonic gives her a pouty look. She nudges him playfully, “Oh stop. I’m laughing because you’re the hero of Mobius. Everyone loves talking about you and practically wants to BE you.”

Sonic huffs out and crosses his arms, “I KNOW! I know I just… feel like I can do… more… Like I could do more for the world, my family, our friends, even you--”

Sally’s brows perk up at the last part Sonic started to say but cut himself off. It was kinda strange seeing him so vulnerable. Usually, he had a real cocky attitude with everyone and was the brightest in the room. Honestly, this was a side of him that she tried to bring out a lot of the time but he would always brush it off like it was nothing. He seemed almost embarrassed that he was saying all of this out in the open, especially saying it to her.

She softly puts a hand on his shoulder, “...Hey. It’s normal to feel that way. Almost everyone feels that way sometime or another, right?”

Sonic sighs out and looks at her, “Yeah but it’s ME we’re talking about.”

Sally huffs and stands up, “Yeah and I know you better than you think. You’re a guy who takes action. You’re always putting others first before yourself. You’re a hero that inspires everyone to be the best versions of themselves.” She holds out a hand to him, “...Now are you going to stop moping and do something about it?”

Sonic stares at her hand remembering those were the words he said to her years before. He huffs out a chuckle before grasping onto her hand and standing up, “You got me there. And you’re right, like always.”

Sally chuckles and shakes her head, “Of course I am. I’ve known you way too long to be wrong.”

Sonic chuckles a bit and watches her make her way up to her front door. He leans on the porch rail and tilts his head, “So I’m guessing I shouldn’t keep you from your beauty sleep any longer huh princess?”

Sally chuckles and shakes her head turning back to him, “Well that all depends if you’re going to keep me up all night.” She opens the door and gestures inside.

Sonic gives off a snarky chuckle as he walks up the steps stopping in front of her, “Oh ho ho! And what exactly do you mean by that princess?”

Sally rolls her eyes and pushes him inside of the cottage, “I mean you’re sleeping on the couch!”

Sonic pouts and leans back in her hands, “Aw but I could really use a nice big warm bed after months without one!”

Sally shakes her head, “You should’ve gone to your parents then.” She lets out a soft chuckle before shutting the door behind her, “You big dork.”

END

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willowbird · 4 years

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Twinyards - Hello ( Daemons AU)

Okay so here is going to be my one and only entry for @twinyardsappreciationweek -- not because I didn't want to!! I just.. life happened and so I only actually got the first one done and then I went back and forth about posting it for several days because my anxiety is off the charts this week (huh I wonder why??)

So ANYWAY! This is my "Hellos", a first meeting between Aaron and Andrew in an AU that takes what I like about His Dark Materials and ignores what I've forgotten about it because I honestly haven't read the books in 15 years. Please forgive me for making up the rules as I go along. You do not need to be familiar with The Golden Compass/Northern Lights/His Dark Materials in order to understand or enjoy this AU because.. well, like I just said, I kinda kept the "soul animal" bit and decided to make up the rules for the rest as I went along. Feel free to ping me in messages or send me an ask if you have any questions.

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“You’re biting your nails all the way down again.” Stella’s voice was quiet in Aaron’s ear. She was currently balanced on his shoulder where she could see the whole room while also being well out of trampling-range of larger daemons and their people.

“No I’m not,” he grumbled, but snatched his fingers away from his mouth because yes - he was. “And don’t hedgehogs have terrible eyesight? How would you even know?”

Stella huffed, and the small snap of her breath tickled his ear, making him twitch. “I don’t know where you heard that, but I can see just fine, thank you very much.”

“If you say so,” Aaron relented -- not because he actually believed her but because he was too distracted to engage in their usual bickering. There was nothing interesting about the room they were sitting in. It was empty of anyone besides him and his uncle and their daemons, neither of which were very large, and was painted a pale blue offset by a dark gray shallow carpet that made Aaron feel like he was sitting in the waiting room of a dentist’s office rather than a juvenile detention center. Still, despite the general blandness of their surroundings, Aaron’s mind was busy.

After all, today he was going to be meeting his brother. His long-lost brother. His long-lost twin brother.

Yeah, mindfuck right?

Twice already his uncle had shot him a look for the way his knee kept bouncing with jittery nerves, but it’s not like he could help it. It just wasn’t every day that you found out that you had a long-lost twin. That you got to meet that long-lost twin, especially after they’d initially told you to piss off.

Well, more or less.

Andrew’s letter back to him had been more like, Aaron, back the fuck off. Stay far the fuck away until you hear from me. I’m fucking serious. -- A.

No, really. That’s exactly what it said. Aaron had read it so many times that he’d memorized it, first because he couldn’t believe that he’d gotten a letter back, then because he couldn’t believe his brother was such an unrepentant asshole, and then because he couldn’t help but notice that they both wrote their lower-case ‘a’s the exact same way.

That was almost two months ago. Mom had absolutely freaked out and moved them across the damn country within a couple of weeks of the whole ‘Andrew Situation’ coming to light, and if it had been up to her Aaron definitely wouldn’t be here now. Except Uncle Luther, for all that he was a gigantic flaming dickhead, wasn’t quite as willing to let it go. Then, last week, he’d gotten a letter back from Andrew. All it had was an address to a juvenile detention center.

And so here he was, ready to meet his twin brother, and he felt so many things about it that he didn’t even know how he was really feeling.

“Luther Hemmick and Aaron Minyard?”

Aaron jumped at the voice and looked over at the stout man who had just entered the room. He wore a white coat like some kind of doctor and looked weirdly buff for also being old and balding.

Beside him, his uncle stood up, his pomeranian daemon trotting out from where she’d been curled under his chair. Aaron scooped Stella off his shoulder and returned her to her preferred nest inside the pocket of his hoodie as he joined his uncle. He tried to mimic his uncle’s superior sort of calm as he trailed after the two men, passing through the security door and down the narrow tiled hallway into what looked like some kind of common room.

Aaron had expected it to look like the rooms inmates talked to their families on tv, with two-way glass and phones so that you could talk to the person on the other side. He’d expected a lot of cold steel and white stone walls, with all the kids in matching gray jumpsuits or something.

Instead, they were in what looked like a giant living room. There were several couches and tables, a television with a few different video game systems, and a tall shelving unit filled with board games. There were teenagers lounging on the couches or at the tables, one or two of them apparently also visiting with family. Aaron didn’t spend all that much time scoping out the other kids, though, because on his first scan of the room his gaze settled on a blond boy sitting in the bay window with a fucking lion stretched out on the floor beside him, a living, breathing, tooth-filled barrier between him and the rest of the room.

Andrew.

Their little party had stopped just inside the door and Aaron was distantly aware of the warden or the principal or the doctor or whatever the fuck he was telling Uncle Luther about the facility. He couldn’t focus on them enough to actually retain the specifics though, not when he saw Andrew.

It was so… so fucking weird. He was there. Right fucking there. His brother, and they were identical. Okay, so, not completely identical. Andrew’s hair was longer than his own, and since the kids here were apparently allowed to wear street clothes he was wearing black jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt (which was neither a gray jumpsuit nor anything that Aaron would typically wear -- he preferred normal jeans and band t-shirts, thanks). There was also something… colder about him that Aaron didn’t know how to feel about but definitely seemed to match the two brief letters he’d gotten from him.

The lion lifted her head and looked right at him, fixing him with an eerie amber stare he felt both trapped and analyzed by. It was not comfortable and it took all of his willpower not to squirm. As it were, he ended up fully flinching when their guide called out a bit too loudly from a bit too close to him.

"Andrew! Come say hello, your family is here to see you."

Andrew, who up until this point had been reading a book like he hadn't known they were there at all, just… continued to read. He didn't look up, didn't even seem like he'd heard him at all.

The man sighed and gave them an apologetic look. "Sorry, he's, well. He's a bit antisocial."

"Hm." The disapproving sound from Uncle Luther had Aaron glancing over at him and he didn't really like the calculating look on his face. It would be utter bullshit if he finally got a brother only for his uncle to make it so he ended up getting shipped off to military school or something.

Rather than wait around for the adults to come up with some stupid way to attempt to make Andrew bow to their will, Aaron rubbed his thumb reassuringly over Stella's head where she was huddled in his pocket and strode forward with far more confidence than he actually felt. He stopped several feet in front of the lioness and tried not to be intimidated by her. Logically he knew that she wasn't a fully grown lion yet, that she was an adolescent to match her human's age, but Aaron had always been uneasy around daemons who had settled into big predators. Maybe it was because his own daemon was so small and he was protective of her -- or maybe it was some deeper instinct he wasn't ready or able to interpret yet. Either way, he ended up having to keep both hands in his pockets to hide their shaking. He couldn't steady both them and his voice at the same time, and he needed his voice to be steady.

"Hey,” he said -- and yes, his voice for that whole one word was very steady. Maybe even casual. Fuck yeah.

The lion, who had watched him throughout his entire approach, flicked her ears -- but he had no idea what emotion that was supposed to be.

For a moment, Aaron thought that was all he was going to get. Then he saw Andrew sigh and resolutely dog-ear the page he was on before closing the book and setting it down on the windowsill. He looked over at him, just with a flick of his eyes at first and then by turning his head. Aaron kept perfectly still and had the distinct impression he was being judged or evaluated somehow. It was really uncomfortable and also kind of annoying, but the hard stare of the other boy matched that of the lioness a bit too closely for Aaron to be willing to call him out on it just yet.

Instead, he waited, and he used the opportunity to look at his brother too. He wasn’t really looking for anything in particular, he just wanted to know him. He wanted to know what his life had been like and his favorite music. He wanted to know if he and his daemon had played the same sort of ‘what if’ games that he and Stella had growing up. He wanted to know if Andrew had always wished for a brother too, and if he’d grown up feeling like something was missing only to feel all the pieces click into place the second he found out that he had a twin. None of these were things he’d be able to learn just by looking at him, but looking was a start -- and it could tell him other things.

For one thing, he could tell that Andrew liked to read, right? There was the book he’d been reading -- it had been a thick one and he’d seemed really into reading it. He clearly didn’t like adults, since he’d ignored the big guy when he’d called out to him (though really, Aaron figured anyone in juvie probably didn’t like adults). He liked the color black..?

Look, it was a start.

Somehow, Aaron got the feeling that Andrew was able to read more on him than he was able to read on Andrew; or maybe that was just his own frustration at being able to pick out so little. Either way, it was irritating when Andrew nodded a few moments later like he’d made some sort of decision or something. Andrew looked past him then to where Uncle Luther was still speaking with the guy in charge and the casual coolness hardened into something icy with disdain.

Aaron frowned and looked over his shoulder to follow his gaze, but didn’t see anything weird. He looked back at Andrew and said, “So, I’m Aaron…”

Andrew looked at him again, his expression a blank mask. “Clearly.”

Aaron’s temper arrived unannounced and uninvited, but that wasn’t altogether that strange. “I thought you wanted me to come. Isn’t that why you sent the address? If you’re just going to be a big dick about it you could have saved us both the trouble.” He snapped the words out without repent, lifting his chin and glaring down at his brother before he remembered there was a lion between them with sharp teeth and man-shredding claws.

Neither Andrew nor his lioness daemon seemed offended by his little outburst, though. If anything, Andrew looked amused. His mouth quirked a little on the side, almost like a smile -- or like, maybe he had an itch or something.

“Where’s your daemon?” he asked then, familiar-but-not hazel eyes scanning the immediate area then glancing backward toward the window. Most buildings were designed for the ease of use for both humans and their daemons, but some larger daemons preferred to stay outside but close-by rather than squeezing into tighter quarters. Larger daemons also tended to have a larger range away from their person, as well. Aaron wasn’t sure how far he could get from Stella. He honestly didn’t like the idea of her not being physically on him most of the time, so he was glad she was small enough to do so.

Aaron cupped his hand in his pocket and she cuddled into it so he could pull her out.

Andrew looked at her, then to him. “She’s cute.”

From most people, that would probably be some kind of an insult, but Aaron got the very weird sense that Andrew was being genuine. It threw him off enough that he just blinked stupidly for a moment before saying, “Uh… thanks. Yeah, she is.”

Instead of responding, Andrew stood up and strode past him. Aaron quickly stepped out of the way as the lioness rose fluidly to move with him.

“And where do you think you’re going, Andrew?” the big guy who’d showed them in said with a false lightness.

“Outside.” He looked over his shoulder then, and Aaron realized a half a second before Andrew continued speaking that he was being invited along. “My brother and I have about fourteen years of catching up to do.”

Aaron’s heart did a traitorous little leap in his chest. He looked down at where he was still holding Stella up in an open palm. She gave him an encouraging nuzzle and Aaron hid a grin as he hurried to follow his brother. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen from here on out -- but he was suddenly sure that no matter what, he and Stella wouldn’t be alone anymore.

#aftg #aftg fanfic #my writing #aaron minyard #andrew minyard #his dark materials au #daemon au #twinyards #wholesome twinyards #hellos #look its an au where things turn out very different and i have a lot of feelings about it ok??#twinyardsappreciationweek

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triplethreatsonic · 4 years

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Triple Threat Drabble: The Stranger

Here it is, the drabble I said I’d share with you guys! I’ve done a sort of hybrid thing with this where there are one or two images integrated into the text that are basically like comic panels. (think Diary of a Wimpy Kid but hopefully more classy.) So make sure you pay attention to them as you read!

Also, this is a work in progress. So please don’t judge it too harshly :)

Hope you guys enjoy this!

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Sonic was not a slow eater. He hadn't been one as a child, and at age seventeen he certainly wasn't one now. The hedgehog rarely spent more than a few minutes to inhale his food during lunch period. Today was no different— after making quick work of the cafeteria's lasagna, Sonic had pushed his plate aside and was now settled with his left leg comfortably draped on top of his right, one hand fiddling with his shoelace.

Across the table from him sat his friend, Knuckles the Echidna. Knuckles, who was one of the slowest eaters Sonic had ever seen, still had half his meal on his tray and was gradually picking away at a small bunch of grapes. "Probably." His eyes stayed on his hands as he smiled. "I don't think it'll be too bad, though; I'm looking forward to the history paper."

Sonic smirked. "I bet you are. I wonder what you'll write about this time. Maybe"—he cocked an eyebrow—"the ancient echidnas?"

"How'd you guess?" Knuckles smile widened as he dropped the now-empty grape stem onto his tray. Then he sighed, stretching his shoulders back. "I doubt the library has any new books on the topic, though. Seriously, they need an upgrade."

“Man, you're telling me. The other day, I—!" Sonic's thought was suddenly cut short. If you had asked him what he'd just been talking about, he probably couldn't have told you.

"No way..."

Something, or rather someone, had caught his attention— someone on the opposite side of the cafeteria, who had just sat down at a faraway table perpendicular to Sonic's position.

It was a male hedgehog— that much was obvious. Looking at him, Sonic could make out his dark jeans, white t-shirt, and thin red-and-black striped flannel with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. The stranger sat, seemingly in silence, listening to a white female bat sitting across from him.

None of this was what made Sonic stare, however; it was his quills.

Their coloring wasn't necessarily unnatural for a hedgehog, but it was certainly unusual. They were black, the top of each quill traced by a long red stripe. Sonic had never seen anything like them.

Except that he had-- several times. He'd seen them in his dream.

"Hey, Sonic! You ok?"

Knuckles words yanked Sonic out of his trance and back into the buzzing world of the lunch room. "Wha—? Oh, sorry man. Heh, guess I kinda zoned out for a second."

"What were you staring at?" Knuckles turned in his seat to scan the room behind him.

"Nothing!" The word flew out of Sonic's mouth much quicker than he would have liked. He quickly brushed it off with a shrug. "I just remembered something I gotta do before lunch is over. I'd better run—see you later, alright?"

Knuckles looked like he didn't quite believe him. "What do you gotta do?"

Sonic’s face smiled as his brain racked for an answer. "Uh, homework. Never ends, am I right?"

Now it was Knuckles turn to smirk. "Heh, right." He picked up his mini milk carton and took a swig. "Well, good luck. I'll see you in fifth."

"Later, Knux!" Sonic grinned and picked up his tray from the table, keeping his movements casual as he made his way to the garbage cans. Behind his calm exterior, however, Sonic's mind was racing. It was a coincidence. It was a weird coincidence. But that's all it could be, right? Just a really weird, off-putting coincidence that meant nothing. Absolutely nothing at all.

So why was he so antsy all of a sudden?

Frankly, Sonic didn't even know why he had left Knuckles in such a hurry with that dumb fib about homework. What was he hoping to do? Was he planning to talk to the Weird-Coincidence Guy?

Well… it wasn't the worst idea.

Sonic's eyes flicked upwards from his tray; the black-and-red hedgehog was easy to pick out now that he knew he was there. Sonic's hands moved automatically, scraping his plates as he kept his eyes fixed on the stranger. The white bat across from him finished her sentence, waved, and then left, walking out through the cafeteria's main double doors. The black hedgehog watched her leave, a soda can held tightly in his hands. He barely moved at all.

Sonic dropped his plate unceremoniously into the designated bin. Now that the idea had entered his mind, he couldn’t shake it: he had to talk to him. As nonchalantly as he could, Sonic began weaving around chairs, backpacks and tables, gradually making his way to the strange hedgehog.

He was practically on top of him now. Sonic stopped walking, the black hedgehog a mere four feet ahead of him. He was facing away, hands still holding that soda can. Without so much as a second thought, Sonic smiled and said the first, most natural thing that came to his mind: “Hey!”

What happened next was the last thing Sonic had expected. The black hedgehog turned at his voice, saw him, and froze. His face paled and his eyes went wide. Something like an electric shock seemed to go through him, and the can in his hands crunched.

Brrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiing! The five-minute bell shouted rudely across the cafeteria, startling them both, and they were drowned in a wave of standing students. The black hedgehog was instantly blocked from view as three hundred teenagers, Human and Animal, began gathering their things and preparing to leave for classes.

“H-hey, wait a sec!” Sonic tried to see past the masses of knees and elbows, but quickly found that to be useless. He wasn’t one to give up easily, however; in seconds, Sonic had jumped onto the nearest table and was craning his neck to see over the sea of heads. Where could that guy have gone so quickly? Suddenly—there! Sonic barely caught sight of striped flannel as its wearer ducked around the corner of an adjacent hallway.

"Hey, dude, wait up!" Sonic was down in a flash. After shoving his way through the crowd he sprinted into the hall just as his target ran left down another. He called after him. "Yo, black hedgehog!" It became a game of cat and mouse as they chased each other down seemingly countless hallways and past endless classrooms. Sonic was fast on the track—the fastest in the state, in fact— but somehow this guy kept eluding him with all his constant turns.

Sonic finally whipped right around the ten-billionth corner only to come to an abrupt halt— the hallway ended just twenty feet in front of him. Sonic looked over his shoulder, then back at the dead end. He was positive this was the direction the hedgehog had dodged... so where did he go?

"Hello? Uh, you down here, man?" Sonic slowly walked forward as his question echoed in the empty hall. "I just wanna talk for a second."

Silence.

Then out of nowhere a blur of movement slammed into Sonic's chest, smashing him against a line of lockers. Sonic's breath was knocked out of him, and it took him a second to realize what had happened: standing there, with his forearm crushing Sonic’s ribs, was the black hedgehog. His eyes were mere inches away from his own. They were a bight crimson— to Sonic's astonishment, the color he expected them to be— with a ferocious, wild expression in them. There was also the depth of something that Sonic couldn’t quite name.

"Why are you following me?” he demanded.

Sonic’s hands flew up like a man held at gunpoint. "Woah, dude! Chill! I'm … I'm sorry!” It was still difficult to breathe. "I'm just… I just wanna… wanna talk!"

They stood there locked in place for a moment, both hedgehogs panting. A minute passed, and gradually something seemed to shift in the black hedgehog's eyes. He glanced downward at the arm that pinned Sonic, then back up at the hedgehog's face. Then he backed a few paces, his hands lowering to his sides.

Sonic pushed himself off the lockers and rubbed his chest. "Wow, you hit hard! You play football or something?" He gave the guy a smile. "Sorry. I probably really weirded you out back there—I said hi, but then the bell rang and you ran off and—"

"And you chased me." The hedgehog's voice was deeper than Sonic's when he spoke, with a sharp edge to it. The guy looked close to graduating— frankly, with his stern face, he barely looked like he belonged in high school at all. His arms moved to cross in front of his chest. "What do you want?"

"Uh..." Sonics brain suddenly froze. In that moment he realized that beyond his first hello, he hadn't actually thought of what he wanted to say to this guy. "I… I'm not sure. I just wanted to say hi, I guess."

"Why?"

"Well, um... aw, shoot, this sounds really stupid now." Sonic's smile turned sheepish. "I wanted to talk 'cause… you look kinda familiar?"

Other than a slight eyebrow raise, the black hedgehog didn’t move. His voice dripped with contempt. "Where on earth would I have met you before?"

"Heh, funny you should ask." Sonic shoved his thumbs in his pockets. "Uh, how long've you been at the school?"

"Three weeks."

Sonic did a double take. “Wait— really? Like, it's your first semester? But… you look like a senior."

"And?"

"Oh, I dunno... I guess thats just kinda rare, you know? New seniors? I'm a junior, myself." Sonic smiled, but the black hedgehog didn't flinch. He cleared his throat. "Well, anyway… You really do look super familiar to me. It's kinda freaky, actually."

The dark hedgehog's eyes narrowed. "And why would you say that?"

Sonic wasn't sure what reaction he'd been waiting for— maybe a good laugh, if anything— but it certainly wasn't what the black hedgehog was doing now. His shoulders hitched, fingers digging into his forearms. Even more surprising was his face; it had that same haunted look Sonic had glimpsed before— back in the cafeteria, right when the stranger had first seen him.

And then all at once it was gone, replaced by the earlier scowl. "That's ridiculous.”

Sonic’s hand dropped down from where it had been resting behind his head. “Um… yeah. Yeah, it is.”

They stood there in a heavy silence. The black hedgehog drummed his fingers against his arm. “Is that all?”

Sonic stared back at him. “… Yes.”

The other hedgehog looked at Sonic a moment longer, annoyed expression unchanging. Then with a ‘hmph’, he turned away abruptly, walking back towards the hallway through which they had come.

Sonic watched him leave. He felt the urge to say something, but nothing came to mind. Well, that was weird. What had he been expecting though, really? The whole reason for him talking to the guy was weird to begin with. It was funny; though Sonic was usually very confident around strangers, this whole conversation— which he himself had initiated— had made even him uncomfortable.

Sonic began to turn the in the opposite direction to head to his own class— only find himself staring at the dead-end hallway again. Whoops. There was only one other way to go.

The black hedgehog’s ear perked as footsteps echoed behind him, and he turned his head sharply. Sonic’s hands shot back up in the air again upon being caught. “Sorry, ignore me—my class is this way too.”

The stranger glared at Sonic a moment, then turned back and kept walking. Sonic waited a second, allowing for some space, then continued on behind.

There was almost no other sound as the two of them made their way down the hall. Sonic slipped his thumbs back into his pockets, trying not to look at the stranger. Eventually, he let his eyes drift to the back of the hedgehog’s head. What was up with the guy, anyway? He sure was a tough nut to crack— tougher than even Knuckles had been when they’d first met, and that was saying something. This guy refused to be warmed up in any way, shape, or form. Sonic had nothing to work with here, and it left him at a loss.

Eventually Sonic couldn’t stand the silence anymore. “Hey,” he ventured, “sorry I got on your nerves back there."

If the other hedgehog heard him, he gave no sign of it.

A few more seconds passed. Sonic took a breath. "I probably shouldn’t have bothered you. It was kinda silly to say anything at all, to be honest. I probably wouldn’t’ve, either, if I’d only had the dream once. It's just weird, you know? ‘Cause I don’t even know you, but this guy that looks exactly like you is in the dream every single time, along with that other hedgehog—”

“I don’t care!”

Instantly, the black hedgehog was in Sonic’s face. Teeth bared, fangs showing, a threatening finger nearly stabbed Sonic in the eye. “I’m going to say this once, Blue Hedgehog. I don’t care about your dreams. I don’t care if I was in it, or that white hedgehog, or you, or anybody! And I’m tired of hearing about it.”

They stood there a moment, with Sonic for once in his life standing perfectly still. The black hedgehog’s finger lowered as he growled. “Are we clear?”

With the finger out of his face, Sonic slowly straightened. Ok, talking more was definitely not going to take any tension out of the air. He opened his mouth to give a simple reply.

Then something clicked. “Wait... How did you know the hedgehog was white?”

The scowl on the stranger’s face faded slightly, the air seeming to still. “What?” he breathed.

“The other hedgehog,” said Sonic, "I never mentioned what color his fur was.” Now he leaned forward, studying the stranger. He met his eyes. "How did you know it was white?”

The stranger gave no response. The blood had slowly drained from his face, leaving it ghostly pale as his mouth hung open wordlessly.

Then suddenly his face clenched, and a hand jerked out to slap Sonic away. “Enough!”

He dashed off. It took Sonic a second to recover from the unexpected shove. “Wha- Hey, dude, wait!" He sprinted around the corner ahead. "Where are you going—?!"

The black hedgehog was gone.

Sonic stood staring blankly down the empty hallway. What the heck? Thoughts swirled around his brain—half of them were questions, and the other half were answers that didn’t make sense. He leaned his left arm against the rough brick wall next to him.

Had “white” simply been a guess? A stab in the dark? Was that the color everybody thought of when they pictured the average hedgehog?

Or did he know, too?

Another blaring brrrring! from the bell startled Sonic out of his thoughts. “Aw, shoot.” He was late for chemistry. He took off at a sprint.

A few minutes later, Sonic would come rushing through his classroom door. He wouldn’t remember that he needed to grab his textbook from his locker until he was already inside. No excuse would be given when when his teacher scolded him, declaring solemnly that being the school’s track star did not justify him arriving late to class. Later, when everyone was paired up for experiments, Tails would ask him where he’d been; cutting it close was normal for Sonic, but arriving seven minutes after the bell was not. Sonic would hesitate a moment. Then he’d give his best friend a smile, ruffling the fur on his head. “It’s not really important,” he’d say, “no worries. Let’s just get these reactions done.”

Hours later, in dark of his bedroom, Sonic would still be thinking about that black hedgehog.

#I got it out today!!! I said I would and I did!#Hedgehogs are surprisingly hard to write guys! But I've been working on this for a while and have had a lot of fun with it.#I hope you like it too!#I'd love to hear your thoughts on it :)#my writing #triple threat sonic au #sonic au #sonic #shadow #knuckles #tails #my art

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Wish You Were Here (Bakugo x Reader)

A/N: Bakugo x reader, extreme angsty vibes throughout. Pretty OOC i think. Had “Wish you were here” by neck deep in my mind while i wrote this. I cried, folks. Enjoy. (I headcanon that both Todoroki and Bakugo will do their work studies under Endeavour, btw)

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You could call them friends from the beginning, maybe a bit of anger and resentment bubbled up along the way, but how could it not with someone like Bakugo Katsuki in the mix. She never gave up on him though, knowing he would learn and grow into a better person one day. She waited patiently for the catalyst that would humble the boy, just enjoying the time she had with him each day at a time.

Whether he would admit it or not, he liked her company too. Through all the complaints and angry outbursts, he was always a bit scared that she would be pushed away. Yet time and time again, she forgave him. A few times, people had said to his face that he would never deserve Y/N’s friendship. She was so much better than him, he already knew that. And yeah, maybe he didn’t deserve her. She could be hanging out with someone like Midoriya and be happier than his bitter ass..

As he sat beside her in class, waiting for Aizawa to arrive, he couldn’t help but lose himself in thought.

“Katsuki-kun? You okay?” a soft voice asked. His eyes snapped to the side to see the girl forever on his mind, tapping the pages of their textbook with the end of her pen. Her eyes held curiosity more than any concern. Finding out what Bakugo was thinking about deep in the of his mind was always interesting.

He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, I’m fine. You need something?”

“Not really, just wanted to see something other than a frown on your face, “ she chirped happily, making his cheeks turn a bit red from embarrassment. She always said things like that, all the while with her beautiful lips curled into a sweet smile and eyes half shut.

He had to admit, she was cute. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Whatever you want to call it. These feelings were...disgusting, he thought.

“Shut up, Y/N.”

“What?! I’m just saying you look ten times better when you’re smiling than scowling at the table like that.” she laughed, turning in her seat so her legs hung to the side and she faced him. Jokingly, she tapped her pen against his cheek and he sunk into his chair even more, trying to hide the mixture of embarrassment and excitement invading his expression.

“Y/N-chan, quit it. You’re getting on my nerves now.”

She sighed, leaning back into her personal bubble. “Next week we start our Hero Work-Studies! Aren’t you excited?”

He was actually very excited, even if he failed to express it. He was going to train under endeavour, someone who the public admired for his strength and resilience. Bakugo knew he wasn’t the nicest man-Todoroki had enough evidence to show for that...But that didn’t mean he would pass up the opportunity to learn his heroic ways.

“Yeah, who wouldn’t be?”

“I cannot believe Hawks agreed to work with me! Seriously! He’s one of the coolest out there, not to mention he’s so young and relatable to us. I’ve been jealous since Tokoyami-kun started to work with him. Like come on, I’m just as much bird as them.”

“Honestly, I’m surprised agencies waited this long to pick you. You didn’t do too bad at the Sports Festival last year.”

“It’s only because they were waiting to see me completely annihilate the competition this year. They couldn’t see my true potential then, but now everyone will know me!”

His lips lifted into just a sliver of a grin. She was kinda amazing when she got excited and confident. “No one can hold you back, Y/N-chan.”

“When we graduate, we will both be so strong we will have the best hero agencies.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Y/N reached across to his desk once again, grabbing his hands tightly in hers. His eyes slid around the room quickly to see Kirishima and Denki wiggling his eyebrows in his direction. Stupid idiots. For some reason, the redhead had been trying to force them together in a romantic way for the past two years, and others slowly got in on the drama as well. Bakugo cursed at him in his head, glaring intensely for a short moment before turning back to the girl.

“I can’t help but be excited, Katsuki-kun. Being pro heroes has been our dream for as long as I can remember and now it’s finally happening.”

“Well, keep training hard and maybe you’ll get there one day. After all, the number 2 hero has already employed you-everything is gonna be easy after this.” He brushed off her hands and stood from his desk. “Gotta go to the bathroom.”

He didn’t actually have to go, he just wanted to escape that situation. He liked her a lot, and loved talking to her. It was so weird to him, how happy it made him to see her smile, laugh, and succeed at what she wanted. They were living out their dreams together, and it actually made him happy.

The only thing is, sometimes, it got to be too much. Just how much emotion she made him feel. He was frustrated at times, and he didn’t know why. All he knew was that he wanted to be around her all the time. He always wanted her to be by his side. She made life easier for him. He could control his temper, but only around her.

He sighed, slouching against the wall outside the classroom. Aizawa still wasn’t there, so he had some time to relax. Only, he couldn’t because Kirishima waltzed out just to stand right next to him.

“What do you want, hedgehog hair?”

“When you gonna ask out L/N, huh?” he asked abruptly. “I see the way you two make oogly eyes at each other all day and you being a chicken is so frustrating, bro.”

“That’s none of your business, but to answer your question: never. She’s my friend.”

“Come on, I’m just trying to help you out, dude. Seriously, make a move.”

“Definitely not.”

“Bruh…”

“Listen, maybe I do like her, okay? But that doesn’t mean I’m willing to date her. Relationships just seem so irritating.”

Kirishima laughed, throwing his arm around the hothead’s shoulders. “Trust me, when you kiss her for the first time, you’ll regret not asking her out before.” Bakugo threw his arm off his shoulder and scowled, disgusted by his bluntness. Sure, he had thought about kissing Y/N before, but he never really wanted to act on it that strongly. He especially did not like talking about his feelings.

He walked back into the classroom, redhead close behind. Now, he would act like nothing was even discussed. He didn’t need this drama right now. He just wanted to keep Y/N happy, and she was more than happy to be his best friend.

Trying to be anything more with her would be a mistake.

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“We’re not supposed to be out this late, Y/N. Do you want to tarnish your perfect record?” the boy asked as she pulled him up the flights of stairs, their feet slapping against the concrete as they ran. She held his warm hand in her smaller, cold one. It was late when she texted him to meet her at the front door, about 2 in the morning. She was lucky he wasn’t sleeping, but she knew he stayed up most nights on his computer anyway.

She took him to the training grounds and pulled him into the biggest building there. His stomach churned with excitement. He loved to be alone with her, especially at night when her quirk was at full power. Her soft wings, although tucked tight against her back, brushed against him and it sent shivers down his spine. So soft.

When they reached the roof, she pushed open the heavy, creaky metal doors. The moon shone so brightly in the sky right above them, illuminating her face in white light. He stared at her as she walked to the bench at the edge of the roof. She was more beautiful than anything he had ever seen before. Her wings expanded as she walked, the moon making them shimmer and glow like silver.

He took a seat beside her on the bench and followed her eyes which stared deep into the night sky, all the stars and the moon. “Don’t you love it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, to be honest. Just the mood of a winter moon.”

He rolled his eyes. Sometimes she didn’t make sense to him, but that was okay. “Not really.”

“I guess everyone feels differently about things.”

He sighed, leaning back with his arms behind his head and stretched, only to drop them weakly back to his sides. She was so in touch with things he’d never even thought about. She could see the bright side of everything, obviously since she saw the good in someone like him. “I don’t get you sometimes, Y/N. You seem to know everything about me, and you get how I feel, but I have a hard time wrapping my mind around yours.”

She laughed, warm breath clouding in front of her lips. “I can understand your anger, because people genuinely are annoying a lot of the time. But you can’t understand how it feels to be content with what you have. You always want something better, to be stronger or braver than the rest. You can’t comprehend what it’s like to be happy with the best you can do.” Her hand stretched across the bench they sat on, and her fingertips grazed his. Slowly, she slipped her hand under his, relishing in the warmth for as long as he would allow.

His fingers hesitantly wrapped around her hand, holding tightly as if she would take it away from him. Her hands were always so cold, he remarked, feeling a shiver run down his spine at the feeling.

“I’ll never be good enough, Y/N. I can’t settle as third best to Deku, or even Todoroki. It just pisses me off that they are better than me.”

“Maybe you aren’t as strong as them right now, and maybe you will never be,” she hummed, feeling his intense glare shift in her direction. Her lips curled into a smile despite this. “But to me, you’ll never be second best. You’re my number one hero, forever and always.”

His heart skipped a beat at her words.

“I’ve known you for so long, and having seen how you are when you’re vulnerable shows me that you are good. You are a hero no matter what people think. There’s no need to take it out on your classmates because they could never compare in my eyes. You are you, and they are themselves. Everyone can have a piece of the glory in the end, even someone as weak as me.”

“You’re not weak, you know.”

With a shrug, she let out a long sigh, “Not really, but thanks.”

“How can you not see how strong you are? You’re on your way to being the sidekick for Hawks. If anything, you’re better than me. You think so highly of me but shit on yourself.”

“I’m not shitting on myself at all. I’m being realistic. I’m okay with being a background character, Katsuki-kun.”

“Whatever. Just know you aren’t a background character to me. Everyone else, fuck them. Just you and me matter.”

Silence overtook the bitter cold air, only gusts of wind to be heard. She let her head fall to the side, temple pressed gently to his shoulder. He was tense beneath her, but that was expected. He wasn’t cuddly by any means; he didn’t even like hugs...But, she felt safe pressed to his side, hand in hand.

“Do you think we’ll be friends forever?” she asked suddenly.

He glared at her once again, not knowing why she asked such a stupid question. “What do you think?”

“I promise, no matter what, I’ll never leave you. I won’t give up on you.” The confession only made him feel hot. His hands clammed up with sweat, and he worried she would pull her hand away. She didn’t. “Sure, I get along with other people just fine, but if I’m being honest, all I’ll ever need is you.”

“Y/N-”

The girl didn’t stop to let him speak, the words flowing from her mouth without hesitation. There were so many things she had to say, thousands of words she could use to tell him how much she felt for him. “I think we were meant to meet each other. You and I have something special. It was fate that we ended up here.”

“Come on, that’s kinda crazy, don’t you think?” he argued, trying to make this less awkward. He could feel his heart racing, sweat pooling up, and his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. He liked what she was saying, but it was too much for him. He wasn’t into pouring out his feelings like she was. He was confused, honestly, how to express himself without sounding lame.

“I should have probably told you this a long time ago, but I guess now is just as good as any.” Deep breath in, shallow breath out. “I love you. I think I’ve always loved you, but now I know for sure.”

He couldn’t say anything. He could feel her hurt, the pain of rejection radiating off. No words would come out of his mouth, nothing but hot air. How was he supposed to reply? He felt shocked and embarrassed.

Her hand slid out from his grasp and she stood from her spot on the bench, her vibrant wings wrapping protectively around her torso. Her eyes were filled with regret and shame, but the smile never faltered. She never stopped smiling, even in moments like this. He wanted to tell her it was okay to be upset, that he didn’t mind comforting her. It just wasn’t the right time, he convinced himself. She would walk away and he would be alone in this cold..

“I’m sorry. Let’s just forget about this.”

He nodded, not daring to meet her eyes. He couldn’t stand seeing the hurt he caused her. And she walked away.

Maybe he did love her all along. She was the one good thing in his whole life, and maybe he threw that away by not saying anything. He could feel his stomach knotting up and his chest burned with every breath he took. Is this what it felt like to be heartbroken, completely hopeless to the whims of love so deep?

He pressed his face into his rough hands, groaning into them angrily. Why did he do this to himself? Why couldn’t he just be happy for once in his life? Why couldn’t he let something good slip its way into his life. He hated himself for everything. For being stubborn and rude all the time. For hurting the feelings of the only person who really cared about him. For throwing away what they could have had. He was just so fucking scared of these unfamilar emotions, it overwhelmed him.

So he got up, and he ran. He rushed down the metal staircase with such urgency that he almost fell face first down a couple flights. He couldn’t hear her footsteps in the metal stairwell, and it only made him hurry faster.

But she was gone. He missed his chance.

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“Why aren’t you dancing with Y/N?” Kirishima asked, deciding to take a break from dancing with Ashido and other friends to visit the awkward and angry blond pressed against the wall. For some reason, all the third years were practically forced to come to a dance to celebrate the holidays. To Bakugo, well, he thought it was a load of bullshit.

He glared over at his classmate. “What do you mean?”

“It’s just I thought you would come to this thing together. You’re really close.”

“Shit happens.”

Kirishima bit his lip, knowing it wasn’t just that. Something happened between the pair. It was their business only, and he wouldn’t pry (no matter how badly he wanted in on the drama). He couldn’t help but say something after seeing Bakugo standing by the punch bowl for nearly an hour and Y/N playing on her phone at one of the tables instead of having fun. It just didn’t seem right to let them ruin their night.

“Well, you have to fix that shit, bro.”

It was quiet for a second, and the redhead worried he may have struck a nerve somehow.

The blond turned his eyes away from his friend to glance at the girl, who was hunched over a table with her nose in her phone. Earlier, he swore people were sitting with her; they must have left to actually enjoy the dance. Honestly, he felt a bit angry at the others for just leaving her like that, not that he was any better. For a week now, he hadn’t even looked her in the eye.

“You think I should go talk to her?”

“Yeah, probably.”

He didn’t bother saying goodbye, just mumbled a reluctant ‘thanks’ as he shuffled through the dozens of students herded in the center of the gymnasium. Not until he was a few feet in front her table did she notice him staring her down. A small smile perked at the corner of her soft lips, but they both knew it was fake as hell.

“Aren’t you gonna go and have fun or some shit?”

She shrugged, not knowing what to say, “I’m not really feeling the vibe, I guess.” If she were being honest, she just wanted to stay home curled up in her warm bed in the dark. Her chest ached seeing him and hearing his voice. They were friends after all; she really shouldn’t feel like this. It was her fault for confessing her feelings to someone so stubborn and distant.

He shuffled nervously, his hands now tucked deep in his pants pockets. His cheeks threatened to betray him once again and stain red, but thankfully it was too dark for anyone to notice. When did he get all shy like this? It was honestly pathetic. This was 100 percent Deku behavior, and he did not approve.

“You wanna ditch this loser-fest with me?”

Should she? Her heart was still healing, but the temptation was too strong. Damn, even after only a week, she missed him so much. With a soft nod, she stood up from the creaky metal chair. The sidedoor thankfully wasn’t guarded by teachers keeping them from leaving so they snuck outside quietly. Immediately, both of them felt relieved to be away from the energy in there. Sweaty teenagers dancing, loud, shitty music blasting, and annoying flashing lights left behind them.

“Where do you want to go? It’s your choice.”

“Let’s just go to our normal place.”

The walk was silent once again as they made their way to the tall building where everything went down just a week ago. It was still cold, and when they got to the rooftop, the cold wind stung against her exposed skin. Her wings were quick to encase her in their warmth.

She brushed off the bench and took a seat on the far right side. He slouched onto the left side, keeping his head hung as to avoid her gaze. He was still so afraid, no matter what happened. She was clearly upset with him, and it filled him with so much guilt and regret. For a moment, he dared to look at her. Her eyes were trained on the sky, staring off into the stars and moon like always.

“You know, it’s been a little hard to smile lately.” Her words crashed into him.

“I…” Bakugo started but couldn’t think of the right words. “Yeah, I know.”

“I really thought you felt the same way. Maybe that just sounds naive of me, but what you and I had was special. Everyone said so, and I just got a little too confident, I guess,” she confessed with a soft, empty laugh. “My mom kept telling me that you would ask me out, and that we would grow up to be super strong heroes together. She always said, ever since middle school that we were gonna get married. It’s so, so stupid, I know.”

“Y/N, I’m just a fucking coward. That’s the whole reason we are in this mess.”

He met her eyes, ones filled with surprise. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, that everything you said was right. That we are meant to be together or whatever sappy stuff you said. I’ve been so depressed since that night, and I’m so mad at myself for acting so stupid,” he muttered angrily, fists clenching over and over in his lap. “I think I do love you. I’m not sure how it’s supposed to feel but I just want to be with you. I don’t want you ever leaving my side.”

“You’re not just saying that to be nice?”

“When have I ever been nice?”

She laughed, scooting over to sit right beside him. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, and it made him feel more comfortable then he’d felt in a while. Looking down at her, his eyes trailed onto her lips which were just barely agape. They looked sweet, so soft and plump and beautiful.

When she noticed him staring, she knew what he was thinking. Without warning, Y/N tilted her head up to press her lips softly against his. Her hands rose to rest on both sides of his face gently, just enough to pull him in even closer. Her lips moved so slowly against his lips; it was agonizing. He wanted more and more, to pull her close to his lips and devour her. It was only one kiss, but he knew he was addicted already.

His first kiss. Kirishima was right. How did he go so long without her lips on his?

She pulled away just enough to so she could speak, noses touching and foreheads pressed together. “I love you, Katsuki.”

“I think I might love you more.”

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“Something happened to Hawks. We have to go now.”

At first, Bakugo didn’t even connect Hawks to his girlfriend, who was working under his guidance the past year. As they rushed into the district under attack, the adrenaline of the fight made him feel high. He loved this. Being a real hero, saving people and having people look to him as if he were amazing. His quirk was quite flashy and people enjoyed seeing him work.

The street was in complete and utter disarray. People were hiding in what buildings they could, quivering from the rogue villain storming through the streets. Hawks couldn’t keep up. No matter how great he was, it could be hard and nearly impossible to battle in close combat. His wings ran thin as well.

So it was time for backup.

Todoroki ran a few yards ahead of him, eyes focused and calm. He was different from the rest of them. He was almost noble. His morals were strict, and he never seemed to lose his cool. As much as it pained Bakugo to say it, Todoroki deserved one of the top spots, maybe even higher than him.

It wasn’t until they turned a corner that the mood changed. The icy hot hero faltered, falling back a couple feet to stumble into his teammate.

“What the hell-”

“Bakugo, stop. Don’t go any further.” He held a firm hand to Bakugo’s shoulder, but his attempts were futile. Bakugo wouldn’t let anyone hold him back.

“Idiot, there’s no time to fuck around. Let me through.” As his eyes peered over Todoroki’s shoulder at the street ahead, he caught sight of a featherless wing that had been torn to shreds poking out from the rubble. Silver and grey feathers littered the entire street. His breath hitched in his throat. He didn’t know for sure what it was under those rocks, could just be a bird, right? Just some random fucking bird. That’s all.

It couldn’t be.

“Bakugo-”

The blond pushed past him, stumbling over his own feet as he recklessly ran through the rocks. It only got worse when he saw blood splattered across the pavement. It was getting more and more obvious what had happened here, but he denied it over and over in his head. There was no way it was her. She was strong, her mentor was even stronger, one of the very best. There’s no way he would have let something happen to his prodigy.

But just behind the rocks laid her body. Blood seeped heavily from the back of her head, and her hair was matted with the thick liquid which had dried to a deep brown. Her wings were sparse, if even there, only a dozen or so feathers on each side, blood coating them as well.

“No, no, no.”

He fell to his knees beside her body. Her eyes stared up at him, empty and lifeless; they were so cold like something out of a nightmare. When he reached down to lift her body up from the ground, he shivered at the lack of warmth from her skin. He propped her up on his knees, one arm supporting her back and neck. His other hand slid across her face, smearing blood on her cheek.

“Y/N? You better wake the fuck up,” he whimpered, shaking her body as if that would somehow help. “Wake up, baby, please get up. Stop, god, please stop being stupid”

Todoroki approached him from behind, sitting next to him on the bloody ground. His eyes stared at the cold body, haunted by the face of his friend, someone he grew up beside these 3 years, limp and dead. He looked over to Bakugo, who he knew to be attached at the hip with the girl for who knows long. He had never seen the boy cry, but he sensed the tears starting to boil over.

Hopelessly, he continued to shake her softly. “Y/N-chan, please. Please wake up. God, please wake up. I can’t do this without you. Please, please, please.” His desperate begs fell on deaf ears though. No amount of pleading could change her fate, and both of them knew that.

“Let’s bring her body to the medics, okay? Maybe they can help,” Todoroki soothed, placing a gentle hand on Bakugo’s shoulder. He knew it was useless. She was dead, but the thought of her maybe having a chance made it easier for Bakugo. The blond could only nod, still staring down at his lover through clouded, teary eyes. He lifted her into his arms, cradling her head to his chest.

Bakugo couldn’t stop crying. He just sobbed, continuing to quietly beg the girl to wake up, cursing and choking on his grief.

Todoroki knew they might be scolded later by his father for not helping in the battle, but this was one of the rare cases they could put aside being heroes and let someone else take over. The grief was too heavy of a burden to fight anyway.

She was gone, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

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Bakugo was different after the accident, maybe even worse than before in a way. He didn’t yell at nearly as many people anymore, usually staying silent even if someone offended him. He was fond of walking away now, from anything and everything that pissed him off. It was like he didn’t have the energy to fight back anymore.

It was depressing to those who noticed the little things he often did. Shinsou, who recently joined the hero course, sat in the seat beside Bakugo, where Y/N used to sit. Everytime he thought of something funny to say, a joke to crack about Midoriya or something in their lesson, he looked to the side for Y/N. Every time though, he met with the unamused, dark circles of the boy. His cheeky smile would fall into a deep grimace every time.

He looked for her when he was upset, not knowing how to channel his negative emotions anymore. He yearned to sit in her dorm at night and hug her until he fell asleep. He looked for her in the hallways and every crowd he passed, just praying that miraculously she was alive again, that this was all some sick dream.

It hurt to be reminded time and time again that she was gone. Y/N was never coming back, the words echoed in his mind every day. She was dead, brutally died at the hands of a villain, He could picture her body, disfigured and lying in the street, blood soaking the pavement. He never got to say goodbye either.

Her mentor apologized time and time again to her family and her friends, guilt heavy on his back. He never imagined her, someone so strong and powerful to die, especially under his supervision. Hawks would never take another student as his apprentice, he couldn’t, not for a long time.

Nowadays, the class almost felt like they missed his hotheaded nature. He was just depressing now, and it killed the mood. Y/N was the only one who could make him smile.

He walked down the hall alone, heading back to the dorms once again after a long day of feeling sick to his stomach with a massive headache pulsing in his temples. Footsteps caught up to speed with him, and he peeked over his shoulder to see Midoriya, followed by his precious little girlfriend.

A sour taste filled Bakugo’s mouth. He could tolerate the others. Todoroki, Denki, Kirishima. But he really didn’t want to talk to these two. Anyone but them.

“Bakugo, wait up!” Deku called, not that the blond listened. He kept walking, trying not to explode on the guy. Couldn’t they tell that he just wanted to be alone? “We have to talk to you, just wait and listen.”

“What do you want?”

“Bakugo, are you okay?” Uraraka asked softly, and he grit his teeth.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine,” Deku argued, grabbing Bakugo’s forearm after catching up. Angrily, he yanked his arm away from the boy, and took a few steps away from the pair, glaring at them as if a single look could drive them away. “Listen, we know how you are feeling. We all miss L/N. She was a great friend.”

That was the tipping point for him. How could they compare their pain to his? It pissed him off.

“Oh, fuck you. Fuck you both, really.”

“Stop acting like you’re the only one hurt by this. I grew up with Y/N, too. If you have to mourn, let other people do it with you. It makes it easier.”

“You know as well as I do that you didn’t care about her as much as me. None of you knew her like I did,” he muttered, trying his best not to let the tears fall again, or the stutter in his voice to reveal itself. He wasn’t weak. He was fucking mourning. “Think of it like this, okay? What if someone were to kill Uraraka right now? Imagine having to look into her dead, lifeless eyes. Imagine seeing the entire street splashed with her blood. Imagine reaching down to hug her only to feel icy cold skin against yours, and her face is green and grey like some kind of monster, not your precious Ochako. And there is nothing you can do. Not a damn thing.”

And to that, the pair of do-gooders had nothing to say.

“It’s all I can fucking think about. I can’t even fall asleep without seeing her dead eyes staring back at me. I miss her so much, and none of you can understand.”

“I’m sorry. We know she meant a lot to you.”

“She was all that I had! She was the only person who ever made me really feel something, anything other than anger. I loved her more than anything and she loved me back,” he choked on his words, tears welling up in his eyes. “She was my baby. My beautiful princess. I don’t know how to function without her.”

Uraraka sighed, trying to find something good in all of this despite there being nothing at all. “She’s in a better place, Bakugo.”

He clutched at his shirt right over his heart, which beat rapidly in his chest. “But a better place is right here with me! We belong together, not apart. It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” he cried, unable to bite back his tears. “I’ve called her phone a million times since she died, just so I can hear her voice. I’m terrified that one day her phone will be shut off forever and I’ll forget what she sounds like.”

Her clutched at his shirt tightly, feeling pain in his chest again. He felt like he was having a heart attack. Sometimes the heartbreak was so strong.

“All these pictures on my phone of her, they just remind me that she’s never coming back! She’s gone forever, and I don’t know what to do. How do I make it stop hurting so fucking much? I feel like I’m dying, god it hurts.”

Sobs shook his body as he hid his face behind the crook in his elbow, trying to sop up all the tears. But, he knew they wouldn’t stop. He didn’t know why he was telling them this, revealing this side of himself in front of them, but he hadn’t had the time to vent about the whole situation.

“The last thing she said to me was that she loved me,” he cried, pressing his arm to his lips and sobbing into them. He was hysterical, especially for someone so brutal like him. “I’ll never get to tell her I love her ever again. We will never get married. Become pro heroes together like we always wanted. I’ll never get to see her smile or hug her against my chest again. It’s all over, dammit.”

“Bakugo, I’m so sorry. If you need anyone, we’re here for you.”

“I just miss her so fucking much.”

A heavy hand fell on his shoulder, and he turned his head to see who it was. “Bakugo, listen to me for a minute. Wipe up your tears for a second,” the deep, tired voice demanded. Sad, exhausted eyes stared down at him, but he could feel the empathy their teacher held.

“Aizawa-sensei?”

“The only thing that can help you now is time,” he explained. “We risk a lot as pro-heros. It’s gonna hurt a lot for now, maybe forever, I don’t know. But the only thing you can do is let time pass and the pain in your heart will dull.”

“I just feel so pathetic. I can’t help but think it should have been me. I wish it was the other way around so badly. I should have died instead, so she could be happy.”

“Do you really think Y/N would’ve been happy if she lost you? You think she wouldn’t cry everyday, and hug your pillows and clothes just to feel close to you again? For her to suffer? Really? If you really loved Y/N, you wouldn’t consider breaking her heart like that.”

“I-I…” Bakugo choked. “What do I do now?”

“What you need to do is make Y/N proud. She would want the best for you. All she ever wanted was to see you smile after all.” Aizawa was right, no matter how hard it was to accept the fact. Bakugo would have to live for Y/N.

#bakugo katsuki #bakugo #bakugo one shot #bakugo x reader #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia #my hero imagines #bakugo imagine #angst #sad bakugo #ooc

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maggyoutthere · 4 years

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I can't believe I actually fINISHED THIS HOLY SHIT-

The chapters are more than 4000 words long combined. I literally never wrote something this big damn. As much as this is supposed to be satire of bad creepypastas, this little shit found its way into my heart. I'll treasure it as probably the best thing I've written, like, ever XD

‼Tws for blood and body horror

First part here

Second part here

Sonic: Battle of Metal and Blood (Part 3 - Finale)

Synopsis: Local teen faces off against whatever is haunting this game and dies(?)

The game took a while to load again.

I was already making backup plans in my head in the case this didn't work. I could always ask people online if anyone had ever known about this game, even get my brother to help me record some clips of it to post on forums and sites. If that didn't work, maybe try and dump the file on my PC? That could be dangerous; if it was making the console crash and restart, I didn't want to know what it could do to my computer.

I was thrown in the same level. Well that was weird. It was the exact same jungle, or at least it looked like it at first. I could tell it was now supposed to be night time since everything had almost a dark blue filter over it, even Tails, who I was playing as this time. The night filter made the level a bit harder since I couldn't see some things properly, but it was still playable. It looked just like any Sonic game from that time, but I knew something was definitely up with it. I just flew over some badniks and made my way across the level (I missed smashing stuff with Amy's hammer so I just tried to escape that level as quickly as possible)

I entered the same clearing, fearing what would happen to Tails this time. Guy was 8, and I doubted SEGA would let their employees just kill off a kid on screen; but again, as far as I knew this game wasn't even supposed to be here. It could've been some unhappy worker or employee gone rogue making a statement. It wasn't helping to be honest. As I followed the exact same route as Amy, I found Metal Sonic again, still stepping on... something. It was too dark to see what it was. It just made squishy and disgusting noises as he pressed his foot on top of it. For an old game, the audio design was pretty unsettling and well done.

I didn't want to get closer to the guy, so I tried flying over him and getting to a checkpoint or something, anything besides confronting that thing. As soon as I made Tails take off from the ground, Metal came flying at him. I almost shrieked as I tried getting the little guy away from that thing, immediately making him land and sprint out of there as fast as possible. In all that panic, I didn't even notice when he tripped over whatever Metal was stepping on and fell on his face. No matter how many buttons I pressed or how hard I pressed them, Tails wouldn't get up. Metal catched up with him and the screen went black as soon as the two collided.

Those same red eyes were back on screen, staring straight back at me. I was with my face glued to the television from all the anxiety that little chase scene gave me, so I jumped back when the thing looked back at me. It felt like it was looking directly at me.

"I want ears like yours"

There it was again

"I want arms like yours"

"I want a mind to think and a heart to feel like yours"

I wanted to punch the screen; I had no idea what was going on. This was starting to get unsettling. Then, I was back in the main menu, the game's menu. It didn't crash this time, at least that. Tails was gone, like Amy. Now, Sonic was there, facing his metal faker. The two looked like they were about to punch each other in an epic pose. Visually it looked great, but then it hit me. "Battle of Metal and Blood"; did it mean faker versus organic? So the two were going to fight again? Maybe we could still get a happy ending of some sorts.

I didn't even flinch. I pressed continue.

The jungle was gone. I was in some facility now, playing as the blue hedgehog himself this time. The level layout was much different this time; there were more loops, enemies, spikes and so on. Maybe it was only because I was playing as Sonic this time, so I could just speed my way through the level without having to worry about smashing enemies or flying away from them. I got through the level and ended up reaching an empty room; Metal Sonic was there.

I had never been much of a player myself; I'd rather stand by the sidelines and watch as more experienced people got through all the hard levels. Sure I played a lot when I was a kid but I hadn't carried that with me to adolescence. Now I had to do it myself. Hours of playing Sonic CD as a 12 year old, don't fail me now.

The boss fight music kicked in and a large door slammed shut, covering the way out. It was actually kinda hard landing a hit on the guy; I was supposed to dodge his attacks until he got tired and stopped, then parry on certain parts of the walls and spin dash at Metal Sonic as many times as I could while he was down. The thing was: I was awful at parrying. I sucked at anything that involved aiming, but I was somehow able to pull it off well enough to send the guy to his knees after around 20 minutes of dodging and parrying things.

When I hit him for the last time, it looked like I'd split his face in half or something. There were some pieces of Metal Sonic's shiny blue cover scattered around the arena. He just stood still for a while covering his face. Did I do it? Was he deactivating or something? My fingers were getting sore from holding the control and mashing buttons so hard. He wouldn't move on his own, so I just made Sonic approach him to maybe give the final blown.

As I got closer to him, Metal immediately lashed at Sonic again, trying to hold him down. You could see his face a bit better and… it was kinda red. What was that? Was he changing to another phase or something? The screen went black again.

Staring back at me were no longer those two red beacons; there was only one this time, as Metal Sonic did have half of his face completely torn apart. The uncovered half of his face was a bloodied, pulsating mess of flesh and wires. Coils, staples and stitches kept the mass of muscle and whatever else he had inside of him crudely stuck together. Two different colored eyes were shoved in one eye socket as the whole thing now oozed with blood and oil.

"I need quills like yours"

"I need a body like yours"

Was that… what Amy and Tails…

"I need an organic body like yours

to become the Real Sonic"

What… the fuck… I was too shocked to even move as it cut back to the game. Metal Sonic had successfully tackled Sonic to the ground and had started clawing at his face as if trying to rip it out of his "loathsome copy". As I saw a pool of blood appearing under them, I told myself that was enough and got up to pull the cartridge right out of the console. This was just sickening. As I got closer to the console to pull the memory card out, I realised something that made me start worrying about this in a different way. As I got a good look at my Playstation 2, I realized it wasn't plugged in. It wasn't receiving any power at all. It was only connected to the TV.

How had it been working then?...

I slowly backed away from the console, and when I looked back at the screen, that darned thing was looking back at me. It was looking at me as I was trying to stop it, peeking at the side of the screen as I went to turn off my Playstation. That thing knew I was there. No no no, this couldn't be happening. I started shaking as I realized there was something looking back at me though the screen. Its red eyes pierced into my soul, and I didn't know how to stop it.

"I WANT A SOUL… LIKE YOURS"

I shrieked as I finally pulled the cartridge out of the console, throwing it against the wall to my side in pure fear. The screen immediately went to static and the Playstation opened by itself, the Sonic Gems Collection DVD taunting me. That was NOT just a game. Whatever it was, whoever it was, I was terrified to even pick up the memory card. I put the DVD back in its box and turned off the console. I tried taking deep breaths and getting some sleep; it was late, I'd drank a lot of coffee. Maybe all the coffee I was having had created this fever dream. I begged for that to be the situation. Still, I got no sleep that night. My eyes were focused on the TV right in front of my bed, its bright red ON/OFF button giving me panic attacks each time I thought I saw it moving. If I didn't know better, I'd have believed the thing had been watching me all night.

Would it come for me next?

I ended up passing out around 5AM; I was constantly checking my phone to see the time and messaging my friends. I tried explaining the situation to them but they thought I was either messing with them or that I had somehow dreamed the whole situation. I was dead-sure I hadn’t though. I woke up around 2PM and, according to my brother, I looked like shit. Not even he would believe me when I told him what had happened last night; I couldn’t have dreamed the whole thing up even if I wanted to. There had to be something to prove it was all real… the memory card. If I played the game in front of him, he’d have to believe me. After getting breakfast, I pulled my bro back to my room to show him the game. I hesitantly went to pick up the memory card I had thrown against the wall yesterday, but it was no longer there.

“What are you looking for?”

“The memory card; it was right here! Help me look for it!”

“You mean this one?” he pointed at the Playstation.

The fucking cartridge had plugged itself back on the console. What was that thing, and how was it doing that?! The TV screen lit up with static as me and my bro jumped back; we looked at each other in panic and confusion as no one had even touched the TV. We could feel the electricity flowing through the air, giving us chills and making our hair stand up. My brother grabbed my hand as we saw the darned thing appear in front of the static, its shiny metallic cover still split in half. I froze in fear with my little brother to protect right there; I should’ve done more, I should’ve gotten rid of that cursed thing as soon as I unplugged it from the console last night. That thing placed its hands against his side of the screen, its fingers twitching as the blood made the metal hinges rust and creak. The edges of the screen leaked with blood as if he was trying to break this barrier that separated him from us. It looked at us the same way it looked at me; ready to take what he believed was his.

“I… WANT… SOULS LIKE YOURS… AND I WILL HAVE THEM…"

#sth #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #creepypasta #creepy story #short story #sonic gems collection #sonic: battle of metal and blood #battle of metal and blood #metal sonic #tw blood #tw body horror #yeee and it's done :D #I'll probably draw the mf sometime #i do love myself some scary stuff~#plz don't forget this is supposed to be a generic creepypasta XD #if you fall for it that's on you

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loudlypanickinginvenezolano · 4 years

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Life is a Big, Bad, Joke. Chapter 3, edited. (Not the final version.)

If I were to do things right I would show the second chapter but it really didnt spark a lot of joy...So, here is chapter 3 instead! (Suggestion are accepted.)

Really, with how skinny was his actual body, and with all of his experience backing him up, it barely took Shadow 10 seconds to slip between the bars of his cell, counting on his retreat to search for his juice box, and tiptoe his way to the big locks on the Misters cage, trying hard not to smile at the fella`s indignant squawk.

If Shadow hadn’t been able to slip in and out, how did the blue one thought that that bread had appeared next to him, close enough that even in his state it could be picked up and eaten?

Maybe the mister could pick up a healthy diet, better yet? Maybe a book?

Trying his best at suppressing an amused smile, Shadow plucked a quill from his back, even though the skin there was still tender and bloody, and charged it both with chaos energy and actual electricity, rubbing it between his hands and some of his fur over and over. It was a technique that took him a few tries to master completely, but one that he was sure was or had, actually, saved his life.

The small pain was but a nuisance when it got the job done, wasn’t it?

A lot more if there were lives in danger. Worse of all, your own live.

“What are you doing?!”

“Mh, well. How do you think I-uh, sneak out of my cage back in the ARK? By crying?” He snorted softly, trying not to raise his voice, as he used that same quill to open easily the heavy electronic lock just by tapping on its end. Stopping all kind of movement, his ears perked up and swiveled in various directions, straining himself just to make sure there wasn’t any hidden mechanism, or alarm ringing up. He couldn’t even detect an added mechanical hum, let alone brisk movements close to the entry. Uh, would you look at that? They never learn, apparently. Daring to slightly relax his defensive stance, his gaze came back to this curious fellow. “I think I did once, if I remember correctly. Fried some…electronic-something-thingy. Funny night if you don’t mind blood.” Or almost dying 3 times in a row.

Shadow opened the door with some difficulty, frowning at how heavy it was, and how much the back of his neck and upper back were hurting now. Hell, his shoulders were cursing him, his tights felt jelly, and even his chest was acting up. It felt…strange.

Something was strange, amiss completely, and so glaringly obvious it hurt him deeply, but…he couldn’t really tell what it was. He just knew, he just had a feeling…and feelings didn’t gave you things to work by. They just make you mess it up and fail like a dumbass.

They held no worth.

It didn’t matter how strongly he felt it, how sure he was that he was right, how it felt like it was a screech ringing in the distant, so loud it could be heard even there where he was, even if just as an echo, a rather persistent echo Shadow couldn’t really translate…he had no proof about it, no way to back up what he kn- What he was feeling.

It was better to keep quiet.

The scientist knew better, after all. He knew nothing compared to them. Pure instincts of no base that could be easily tricked or simple paranoia. Nothing to worry or pay attention to, certainly not something he should make a fuss about and make everybody lose their time.

Scientist always got mad when they lost their time in this kind of shit.

It was better this way, wasn’t it? Safer, definitely.

He still wasn’t sure if they were being monitored, not to say. If he were to let slip the wrong thing…

It cost him a lot to swallow it, though, and act like everything was all right. It was too big of a feeling; he could have chocked in the words.

Shadow slipped into the cage, and bit on the tip of his middle finger, taking his glove off without missing a beat as he kneeled in front of the blue hedgehog. They didn’t have time to lose, after all.

In response, the un-ducky mister spluttered loudly, in an overly startled way that was a bit funny, though he didn’t really stop to pay it a lot of mind. His pale sweaty face seemed flushed, and he looked everywhere but Shadow as he quickly started to pick up the chains and locks with his claws, frowning once again at what he found.

Yas, he could see now why the hedgehog was having problems with them.

When he finished in the mess of the ankles, Shadow was sweating himself. Buckle after buckle, knot after very strange knot in certainly not a friendly temperature or position, and there was no doubt about wherever this was intentional or not.

They wanted this blue mister to suffer. Or at least, to be highly uncomfortable.

Disaster. Total, inhuman, disaster.

And he knew about inhuman things.

There where the chains dug on the skin were rubbing burns and swelling, red hot patches of skin and sore looking scratches. Shadow couldn’t contain himself from massaging and stretching the sir`s legs slightly and slowly, hearing the fella mumble and complain about the pinpricking sensation, but they needed the blood to run normally again if they really wanted to get out of here in one piece, and be able to search for this T-guy. Besides, it had been the hedgehog who had asked Shadow for help and helping he was. Blue dug his own tomb and no whining was going to, uh, un-break the egg or whatever Gerald said when this kinda shit happened.

He really couldn’t recall what did his creator so often said. He…he tried not to dwell too much on it.

Back to the…eh, thing he had been thinking of? Previously? Neither of them was in their best form, it seemed. Tired, hurting, burn or bleeding, in Shadow´s case.

Oh no, forget about it, the blue sir was also bleeding!

Yeah…He didn’t wanted to be a party pooper but the odds weren’t looking so peachy right now. Trying to do something, going outside into lord knows what, wouldn’t it be like dancing into the trap?

He didn’t even have some cloths to wrap the hedgehog injuries…

Shit.

Nonetheless, he helped the other thoroughly stretch his muscles and check for strains and broken bones, finding a few but ``nothing to really worry over`` as the sir said. He was worried though, about the mud and burns he could so clearly see. If Shadow could just heal him… Oh, how he wanted to, but, his Chaos energy resources were so low. Trying something right now would just add to the injury rather than really help matters. And it didn’t seem like he was going to be able to make the sir change his mind. That face of his, he looked like a stubborn one, that much was clear.

Once he came to this conclusion, Shadow helped the mister to stand up once he was sure the hedgehog wouldn’t crumple under his own weight, almost tripping himself when he was letting go, as he stepped on something.

Oh goofy, now even his paw was bleeding. And the socks looked so pristine to begin with…

“Oh shoot, are--Wait, where are your jet boots?”

“My what-thing?”

Geez…

They both stared at each other in surprise and confusion, dumbly and doing funny faces, as if they could explain things and communicate by scrunching the nose, raising the eyebrows, or blinking.

Neither noticed or seemed to care about how idiotic they looked, or how they kept holding hands.

“Your, uh, skates?”

“ Skates? Ah. Ah! The invention! I know where they are, but they aren’t mine. They Professor Gerald and Hanna´s.”

“What-What do you mean by that they aren’t yours? Of course they are! Don’t…don’t tell me you also forgot how to skate?” The blue sir sounded horrified and concerned at the same time, his hold on Shadow getting just slightly stronger during his outburst…which, uh…Yeah, he really didn’t understand. It did bring a warm feeling to his belly, though, so that should be something, right? Even if just for him to cherish in silence, wondering what that something may be. It felt inappropriate, considering everything around them, but at the same time it was just… good.

“Well, I mean, they are not? I don’t-I don’t remember ever…I mean, ok, I did have them on, but…! I don’t remember, I can’t answer with exactitude.” He stopped his babbling with a frown, choosing to report in a short, straightforward way, even if a little frustrated by the end. His guards around this blue fella suddenly fell during their little interaction, so silently that not even him realized it until he found himself rambling so carelessly.

And that was a bad strategy when you are trying to survive, or escape.

On the other hand, few and short sentences were always easier to say, went straight to the point, and seemed to be liked by his superiors, and that? That always was a plus in whatever you did, even if just eating, or the way you walked. Appealing at their good side, their ego? Ha! That was one of the first thing he learned to do in order to survive.

Maybe it would be better to just try his best, and keep to them for the time being, maybe like that he wouldn’t anger someone who was better left alone.

Though, looking at the mister in front of him… He wondered for how long his resolve would last, how long would it be until he messed up and enraged someone…

What was going on with him lately?

Realizing that they had run into a dead end in their conversation, they dropped the theme and reassumed the silence, albeit a bit awkward this time. It was obvious Shadow didn’t felt comfortable yet, still unsure about many things and understandably anxious about his spotty memory, while Sonic was struck down by another wave of uneasiness, his breath stuttering once again before he got it under control. Indeed, it was a dire situation, and his heart was beating hard enough that it felt like it was trying to break free as well, trying to burst out of his chest and…do what?

What really could he do in this situation?

He ached so bad, but it was hard to tell for what.

They hadn’t let go of each other arm, or well, Sonic hadn’t at least, and so, he indulged himself a bit and allowed his thumb to rub softly on Shadow wrist, as comforting as that little gesture could get to be, and little as it was, it caused that Shadow´s troubled gaze softened a little.

Using each other as support, they stepped out of the holding cell in no time, Shadow noticing that the blue hedgehog looked better with every passing moment he was outside of the cage, resting on top of some strange curved surfaces near the wall.

It was like he could finally breathe.

Shadow wouldn’t be surprised if he was tied enough to choke.

There was that buckle right by his throat…

Leaving the sir to gather himself up privately, or as privately as they could afford in that moment, Shadow padded away, slowly and taking his time in surveying the place they had been holed up in, taking in every little detail that he may have passed during earlier revisions, now that he had a more advantageous position, and could get closer or see things from a different angle. He was surprised about the construction, about the little trinkets that now he could see were scattered around, and by the feeling of the walls and the floor under him.

It was really different to anything else he had ever seen or feel before. Or maybe, would it be better to say anything else he remembered having seen before? He…he couldn’t recall.

He couldn’t recall a lot of things. There were names without faces, blood poodles without bodies, faces without name, feelings without sense, and so many hands reaching back for him for unknown reasons floating aimlessly in the blank space of his mind.

This walls were new for him. The texture under his pads, the smell wafting to him… it was like nothing that there ever was in the ark. And yet, the more he stared at things, the more familiar he felt about them.

He surely must have seen them before.

But what was feeling familiarity with something, if you didn’t know what it was? Or from who? Or why?

Why was he doing this? What was he, exactly, trying to gain, roaming around under the pretense of checking for cameras or video feeds, as if he hadn’t been doing that since he came to himself and finds that he is stuck in this situation?

His memories weren’t there, after all. No matter how many rocks he turned, they wouldn’t come back just like that, right?

There was no point and yet, there he was! Loosing time, doing the same thing over and over while waiting for a different result.

He just…he just needed to do something. He couldn’t just sit there and wait, right?

Just… what was he supposed to do now? He didn’t knew what was his state, or rank if he even had that. Who was an ally, and who was a danger, where was his family or if he had been carrying a mission when something went wrong.

The information he had was shit, and no matter how many times he went over it, it never made more sense! He didn’t even remember looking like that, when had he grow so much?!

What could have happened in those years he missed, or, actually, forgot about?

Just, how much time have passed? What major important events he may have lost? Besides the fact that apparently he was now older than what he thought he would ever get to be, that he was on earth, and that it was also called Movious-or something, not earth, as he had been taught during all this time?

Just, what the fuck?

This was…all of this was just, so fucked up Shadow didn’t even knew where goddamn shit he should start on. The fact that he was alive? How much had he changed? Why couldn’t he remember what happened to him? WHY was he so damaged? What was this guy doing here? Who was that white corpse? Why did that…person… clung to him so tightly?

Just WHAT?!

What was he supposed to do?

He could feel the anger and confusion boiling down on his stomach, fear lacing its way through his body and soon enclosing all of it in its paralyzing mist.

He was scared. No way of trying to downplay it.

He hated it.

Being afraid was never a good thing.

They could practically smell it on you. Feel it on you.

They just fucking knew. And once they knew, and their ego was strocked, fury and disgust would set in.

That sneer would just meant that more pain was going to come.

AO3 link.

#Sonadow #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanfiction #Life is a big bad joke #My writing #Does it show that I dont know what I am doing with my life?#Everybody is ooc #Most likely

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steve0discusses · 4 years

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Yugioh Ep33 S4 pt 1: Deus Ex US Military

Been a little distracted but was reminded--yo--I gotta finish S4 of Yugioh this year. I think I can do it. There’s like...what...two episodes left? Three? Like I don’t want to tempt 2020, but like...I think I can finish this thing.

That and a bunch of my Photoshop files corrupted, I don’t know why, I’m very scared for my hard drive, and I need to do a big ol defrag and hope that’s enough. Really hoping this is my bad and not my computer’s bad. I’m pretty hard on this computer when I paint digitally.

and I was immediately gifted by the anime gods because yo, it’s my favorite storyboarder! They're back to carry me through my election burn out, every episode they touch has so much style and no matter how freakin weird or confusing the plot is, this storyboarder/animation team doesn’t seem to care. They will this kids show about cards with this attention to detail. They just have a lot of enthusiasm and that’s a thing about anime that I really like to see. No matter how weird it is, you gotta go 150% without any shame. Love it. Love to see em back.

First off, that earthquake from last episode?

Just a little bigger of an earthquake than I originally thought, coincidentally, this is when Roland shows up, only to realize that he’s like...10 minutes to late.

Well, maybe a little longer than 10 minutes when you consider that Mai freakin died and Yugi almost died, and Joey is absolutely dead and being carried across Tristan’s back.

Anyway, Roland just walked into a whole lot and is just trying to process his life. Roland is all of us in October/November of 2020.

If Roland only knew how many times Seto and Mokuba have totally biffed it when he wasn’t looking.

Like for reals...how is Roland still alive? Like...I don’t think the guy has ever died. Not even once. Maybe that’s Roland’s superpower as the secret FourthKaiba, by just being the only one to stay very far away from the constant BS strewn at this family.

Roland is just...too inept to die. He’s always too far away, he comes after the big bad has already murdered a few people, he’s just...too bad at his job to ever be a target. Live long, Roland. The Kaiba who was the smartest of all by actually being the dumbest.

Also, look at him parking far enough away on the actual helicopter landing pad. He is the only ‘Kaiba’ that follows the law. This could also be the other reason for his secret to longevity.

(read more under the cut)

Faced with a stairwell between their freedom and this weird earthquake chasm that just opened on the top story of this building, Yami decides it’s his job to carry...................

...................Raphael.

(Never forget that we know the exactly weight of Yugi Muto.)

And like Yami is weirdly strong because of magic powers but like...maybe Yami should take Joey and then Tristan should pick up Raphael? I’d say Tea could also pick up Raphael, but I feel like she just wouldn’t want to.

TBQH maybe the reason that Yami is carrying Raphael is because literally no one else feels like it? Like no one likes this guy?

Just kinda feels like Yami is holding onto Raphael out of a sunk-cost fallacy. He’s already done so much work to this guy, can’t lose him now. Gotta save Raphael to make up for killing Gurimo, Weevil, and Yugi. Can’t fail a fourth time.

Anyway, you know what else this storyboarder is good at?

How did they even get reference for drawing this? They didn’t, right? They’re just so good at art that they were like “I can draw ANY person in ANY outfit straight up the crotch, I dare you.”

Seto decides to...not help out, much like virtually all of Yami’s other friends, who also just kinda...yelled and cried at this situation instead of...helping.

Which is fine, because the stairwell gave out and then Raphael decided to uhhhh throw this directly at me.

Just one more yeet for the road. Youknow this guy has yeeted the Pharaoh not once but twice in one season, and both times he just chucked him like he was made out of foam core. (Also, please admire the millennium puzzle in this shot going out at like a 90 degree angle. Just...A+, this storyboarder is hilarious)

At first, I really thought Yami was dabbing his way over that ledge.

In a moody shot with his hair and his jacket swaying in the breeze, almost designed for you to lift and stick into your Youtube AMVs, Seto looked onward and seemed...kind of bored because no one’s throwing any cards. And like who can blame him, he has been on the top of so many ledges and so many buildings that he’s seen Yami make this same speech of “DON’T DO THIS DAMN LEDGE THING I SWEAR TO GODS” like...so many times.

He just immediately accepts Yugi died and is like “Well I guess that makes me king of games.”

And Raphael, after like several minutes of begging Yami to just let him die, decides to let go of that ledge on his own, because this is Yugioh, and you gotta fit in that suicide within the first 10 minutes of the episode. Which, PS, is not the weirdest thing that happened this episode.

And because Roland is freakin late to everything, he showed he could have done this the entire time. Honestly I think Roland just didn’t want to deal with Raphael. We can blame this on Roland, right?

PS we never see this building again in this episode.

I don’t know........why they bothered showing this. If anything it makes the next plot twist more weird because it’s like...what was the point of the random ass earthquake and the random ass concept art building if we, in fact, aren’t coming back here???

I mean I guess it’s a nice shot for your Artstation portfolio, good on you, Yugioh background artist.

Unfortunately this chip contains Seto Kaiba’s greatest weakness. (SanDisk card? Jump drive? Which PS--if they had jump drives this whole time, why was Seto using floppies earlier in the season? Like what happened there?)

And then, with the hatch of their helicopter just wide open, no one in a seat belt, and walking away from the destruction of one of the largest buildings in San Fransisco, finally the cops showed up. Real cops this time, not possessed cops. Also, it’s the Marines.

Am I going to get my Monty Python ending? I mean...if cops can recognize these kids in this universe...I might get my Monty Python ending. :) :) :)

For some reason, back on the mean streets of San Fransisco with no people left alive in it, Rebecca just kinda started losing her mind. Maybe this was to make up for the 2 seasons I had to watch Duke Devlin flirt with a 12 yo? That now we have to suffer Duke saddled with this small crazy person?

This small crazy person who is painted as this intolerable person next to Duke Devlin, but is also a love interest for the main character? Like Yugi’s into some weird ass angry girls.

PS the orcs were no longer needed for the plot so they have turned into streams of light in order to join with the Leviathan mass. So now Rebecca and Duke Devlin will just have literally nothing to do for the rest of the season. I guess they can go to Ghiradelli square...someone’s gotta eat that ice cream before it melts.

Also this happened.

In case you were like “Wow Rach, you didn’t update the Death Count, how dare you”--it’s because I uh...completely forgot that the Oricalchos crew is immune to fall damage. Raphael’s just fine now. He fell down 50 stories...and then 50 stories fell on him...but don’t think about it.

Meanwhile, on the back of some aircraft carrier, far into international waters, the kids get recruited into the military of a foreign country and it’s just as weird as you think it is.

Hey guys.

So, Bandit Keith was weirdly in Hell this season for no reason, right? What if he died offscreen because, earlier in the season, the US military threw him at Dartz because they couldn’t get a hold of Yugi or Kaiba? What about that headcanon? What if that’s why his angry ghost wanted revenge?

Anyway, they join the ranks of Shadow T. Hedgehog, which makes sense because...these guys look like human OC’s of Shadow the hedgehog already.

Sorry I just had a moment because Shadow uses guns a lot despite not needing them at all so “people won’t get uncomfortable with how powerful he is” while in Yugioh they can’t even...show a gun. That really is...you ever think about how weird that is? That Shadow the Hedgehog, a strange remix of a 90′s sega mascot, has a million giant guns but Kaiba’s actual gun (which, apparently he does have in the Japanese version of this show) got edited out completely?

Sometimes it just dawns on me and I have a moment.

Now the US Military just hand delivering them to Dartz is so wild because their reason for the USA not doing anything on their own with their fleets and fleets of ships is:

Have you MET the US? I live here, and if we were like given the choice to shoot the ocean...or just die...we’d be like “wait...for reals? So no one gets hurt, we just shoot guns at the water? You mean we finally found our true calling? For REALS? I just shoot this water bucket!??? FOR REALS????” and it would become a national holiday. All pop songs would be devoted to it. Our ancestors would make movies about it.

I mean, our dumbass president considered nuking a hurricane in 2019...in case you forgot because damn, it’s been a STUPID 4 YEARS. (And you better have voted already because for reals do not make me go through 4 more years of this. I do not think this blog would survive it...or the hurricanes that will keep getting nuked.)

Also....the show actually threw the word “proof” out there. Seriously show? You OK?

I figured the mind control situation would be a better reason not to arrest Dartz other than “Dartz is just so good at covering up his tracks” when the TRACKS have a broken down Caltrain on one side of them, and the other side of the tracks have the rest of that same Caltrain at the bottom of a river.

Seto is not amused but he never is. He will take this Nobel Peace Prize and step up to the microphone at the UN and be like “I WANTED IT TO BE A CARDS PRIZE.”

PS--we HAVE a map already, right? Raphael died to give us this map--and then didn’t die, but it’s not like anyone else here knows that. So like...why did we need the US Military to show up at all? Why is this scene important? Other than to look cool, I guess? Like...

...why is the US military here we already have a Deus Ex Machina delivered by Raphael? At least that one was deserved--the whole point of that duel was to get this MAP.

A map that we are never going to use.

...There’s a good chance that two writers wrote this episode in two different buildings and just...glued the two halves together. Animation is wild. Weird ‘Cinema sins’ things like this happen...all the time. This one though, this one is kind of funny because it’s a ton of wasted effort on the very best storyboarder.

Anyway I broke this up into two segments because I’m tired, and also, while a lot of people like long posts, the smaller posts are kinda easier to read. More will be upcoming in like...I dunno it really depends on a lot of things right, now, I’ve been having a time, but at least Yugioh is always there to enjoy. Maybe I’ll need so much distraction you’ll get an update tomorrow? Good things can happen, and it’s not like I get to do anything else for Halloween.

Happy Halloween Y’all! Lets make the most of it!

(here’s a link to read these in chrono order)

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

#ygo #yugioh #recap #photo recap #humor #seto kaiba #yami muto #yami #the military???#helicopter #roland #mokuba kaiba #tea gardner #tristan taylor #rebecca hawkins #duke devlin #Ep 33 #S4

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niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian · 4 years

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Writing Prompt (ignore me if you got this one already): Maddie giving Sonic a bath?

Another Maddie and Sonic prompt! I always love writing these two. I’ve seen a few stories similar to this one, but I’ll take a shot at it.

“Sonic?”

Maddie walked slowly through the hallway of the first floor of the house, listening hard for any signs slight creaks or feet pattering.

“Sonic! You better not be tracking mud through this house mister!” She yelled throughout the house as she looked in the hallway closet.

Letting out a heavy sigh, she went back down to the first floor only to stop on seeing a small clumps of dried mud on one the steps.

‘Oh great, I just mopped this floor yesterday.’ She rubbed her face as she continued down the stairs.

She whipped her head towards the sound of the front door opening, hearing Tom’s voice entering the room.

“Hello? I’m home!”

“Hey babe, I’m over here.” She called out tiredly.

He paused as he hung up his coat, hearing the weariness in his wife’s voice. “You alright?”

“Yeah everything’s good.” He stared at Maddie for a few seconds before he took off his hat and made his over towards her, hugging her.

“Hmm you sure? You sound like you ran a marathon without having the insane smell of rancid body odor.”

She rolled her eyes and punched him in the shoulder as they released from the hug. "It kinda feels like that now, I'm trying to look for you-know-who."

He gave her a questionable look. "Is it Ozzie? Cause I think he's out in the backyard."

"Not him, Sonic."

"Uh-oh, what'd he do this time?"

"You'll see why once you see how Ozzie looks." She moves slightly, motioning him towards the back door.

Tom walks hesitantly towards the window of the door and looks out. "Oh dear god in heaven."

The bottom half of the retriever’s body was covered in mud, which has since completely dried up. He started wagging his tail fiercely as he saw his owner through the window and jumped against the door.

"No jumping Ozzie, get down." The dog obeyed and walked away as Tom made his way back towards his wife.

"Who's that chocolate lab in the backyard?"

"Oh very funny."

"What on earth were they up to out there?"

She let out a breath as she shook her head. "I honestly don't know, apparently he thought it was a good idea to hook the hose up to the sprinkler since it was getting pretty warm out, but Ozzie followed him out, grabbed the hose from him and the rest is history."

He whistled while looking down, slightly chuckling from the described events. "Well that explains everything, so where is the main suspect?"

"That's exactly why I sound like I run a marathon, I found him completely covered in mud trying to wrestle the hose from Ozzie's mouth. Once I told him he needed a bath, he took off like a cat with it's hide on fire and I’ve been looking for him ever since."

Maddie crossed her arms as she leaned against the counter. "I think he's still somewhere in the house, I don't know where he would go if he was still filthy."

Tom shrugged his shoulders. "I mean he was pretty filthy before he came to live with us, heck he barely wears any clothes."

"Oh my, That's....not the point I'm trying to make Tom. I just don't want him and Ozzie tracking mud throughout the house."

"Well then I guess Oz needs to stay outside and have his bath out there. I call dibs on that job."

"Wait, why are you calling ‘dibs’ on that one?”

“I think it’s fair since I wasn’t here to witness the events, I get to choose which one to take care of.”

“That’s not even close to being fair!”

“It is for me.” He ducked his head she swiped her hand at his shoulder.

“Tom! I’m being serious!”

“Yeah me too, last time I tried to give him a bath, I couldn't find him for almost two hours.”

"Oh great, could you at least help me find him? I don't want to keep looking that long."

He placed his chin in his hand and gave him a questioning look. "Hmmm I don't know, I'm putting my life on the line here for you.

Maddie grabbed his tie and tugged it, pulling him closer to her. "How about if you help me with this and you might get a certain reward once the task is done?" She whispers seductively as she lowers her eyes.

Tom blushes slightly as he tilts his head in interest. "Are we both thinking of the same reward here or is it something that could be food related?"

"Well there could be some food involved if you help me out." She gave him a wink as she walked away.

"Oh hell yeah this is so happening." He rushed after her as he loosened his tie from his neck.

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'What the heck were they talking about? What's so important about eating food in the tub?'

Sonic listened from the very cramped kitchen cupboard as he heard the couple walk away, moving slightly to regain feeling in his legs that fell asleep.

As he moved, his elbow hit against a pot making a loud clanging noise. He winced as he kept still and listened for any incoming sounds.

After a few minutes, he heard the faucet turn on in the bathroom upstairs. "Oh geez, she's really serious this time." He whispered to himself as he slowly pushed the door open and crawled out on his hands and knees as he looked around the kitchen.

"I can’t believe she’s still looking for me. Usually Tom would just give up at this point." He mutters as he walks over to a nearby mirror.

His azul blue fur was almost completely covered in a dark brown color, splotches of mud were splattered all over his face and torso and his red sneakers looked more like short, brown boots.

'Oh man, that hose really did a number on me.' He winced as he tried to pick at the dry mud stuck in his arm fur. "Oh great not only is it not coming off, it's starting to itch." He growled as he started to scratch his face.

He tiptoed out of the kitchen and in front of the staircase, listening to the cabinets being opened and closed. ‘I know I heard Tom's voice out here, I wonder where he went? Maybe he's with Ozzie outside, he was pretty filthy out there...well no thanks to-.' He pauses as he hears the bathroom door open and sees the light pour into the hallway.

He quickly ducks as he goes to hide behind the wall, peeking his eyes around the corner and watching Maddie’s shadow on the wall.

“You going somewhere?”

He lets out a little gasp as he slowly turns his head and sees Tom standing right behind him, looking down at him while his hands on his hips and a amused look on his face.

“Uh.....no?” He said sheepishly as he stood up straight and faced him.

“Hmm, if that’s the case then why are you hiding from Maddie after she said you needed to take a bath?”

He shrugged his shoulders as he rocked back and forth on his heels. “I....just...don’t feel like taking one?”

Tom gave an unamused look before lowered himself onto one knee. “Listen bud, I’ve been in the same boat before when I was younger.”

“Rolling in mud?”

“Uh no, not wanting to take baths.”

“Oh”

“Yeah, I didn’t want to take one since I still felt ‘clean’ even after a few weeks of not bathing, but my parents were starting to notice that I hadn’t been smelling clean as usual and it got to the point where they stood outside the bathroom door and would checked if I washed throughly.”

The teen’s eyes widened in shock as he listened to the story. ‘I don’t even want to know where they checked’.

“But it’s also important that you do bathe on average, do you realize how many germs you have on your body right now from all that mud?”

He rubbed his fingers against his palms as he thought about that last statement. ‘I mean, he kinda has a point with the whole germs thing, but how much on average does he mean?’

Meanwhile, Tom continued to wait for the hedgehog to give him a answer, only to not receive one seeing that he still thinking about it. Knowing he wasn’t going to get one soon, he simply grabbed Sonic around his torso and stood up, holding him away at arms length.

Alarmed by the sudden motion, he grabbed onto Tom’s arms and looked at him, confused. “What? Wait where we going?”

“Where do you think?” He said with an exasperated tone as he made his way up the steps.

Alarm bells went off in his head as he tried to pry the hands holding him loose, kicking his legs in the process. “Wait! I haven’t made up my mind yet!”

“Well I’m making it for you, you were thinking about that way too long.” He held him farther away from him to avoid being kicked by the flailing feet.

“But you never gave me a chance to say my part on this!” He voice rose in pitch as he continued to struggle his way out of the firm grip.

Stopping at the top of the steps, Tom held Sonic closer so he had direct eye contact. “So what’s your say on it then?” He replies nonchalantly with a blank face.

‘Oh he is not buying this.’ He dropped his arms as his eyes darted around the room. “That I....am.......not...umm...going to-.” He stopped abruptly as Tom continued towards the bathroom.

“Tom! Stop! You’re violating my rights of free speech!”

He let out a laugh as he made his way to the door leading to the bathroom. “Violating- it’s a bath, it’s not your voting rights.”

“It’s still my rights!” He yelled as grabbed onto the doorframe, holding onto it tightly. Tom sighed heavily as he stopped and continued to hold him.

“Sonic, let go.”

“No.”

“Seriously? Come on, just let go.”

“No!” He continued to hold on as he felt Tom trying to pull him away from the frame.

Maddie sat on the edge of the tub as she watched the two of them, she let out a small laugh as she turned off the faucet and continued to watch the current predicament.

Tom struggled to pry the hedgehog off the door frame as he tried move his arms to avoid be kicked. He glances back to see his wife, looking at him with a wide smile on her face.

“I could use some help over here.”

“Oh but it looks like you’re doing a great job with this.” She said with fake sweetness in her voice. He glared back at her before turning back towards the stubborn hedgehog.

“Ok I’m giving you one last chance to let go NOW.”

He lets out a ‘hmm-mmm’ noise as he continues to hang on.

“Alright, time to bring out the big guns.” He adjusts Sonic’s body to one arm and uses the other hand to tickle his side and under his arm.

Sonic lets out a high pitched laugh as he kicked his legs and lowered one arm to grab Tom’s hand, loosening his grip.

As soon as he lowered his arm, Tom gave one final tug and wrapped his arms around him, pinning him to his chest. “Gotcha!” He hissed as he felt Sonic’s head quills poke into his chest as he wiggled to get out the unwanted bear hug.

“That wasn’t fair! You can’t use someone’s weakness like that!”

"You should've let go when you had the chance, It’s not my fault that you’re ticklish there.” He walked closer to Maddie, who stood up and held her arms out.

He passed Sonic over to her, who has since given up on trying to get away and limply dangled as he was placed in her arms. “Your package was delivered as promised ma’am. I’m hoping there will be a tip involved?” He bowed as he put on a fake cockney accent and looked up at her expectantly.

She giggled as she adjusts her hold on the grumpy teen. “Oh you’ll definitely get more than a tip when we’re done with this.”

He gave a self victory pose as he quickly brushes off the dried mud off his uniform. “Yes! Love you honey!” He gives her a quick peck on the cheek as he rushes out the bathroom door and closes it behind him.

Sonic gave Maddie a look of confusion as he placed him down on the toilet cover and helped take off his shoes while he took off his gloves. “So, what do you guys even do in the bath with food anyway?”

He saw her eyes widen slightly before her face became neutral. “I'll tell you when you’re older.” She said in a serious tone.

“Uh, ok then?”

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“Alright, go on in.” She ushered Sonic into the bath as she got out bottles of body wash and shampoo.

“Ok.” He goes to put his foot in the tub, only to lift it out and face her. “Maddie, I can take the bath by myself.”

She raises her eyebrow at him. “Yes normally I would but since you kept trying to hide from me earlier, I feel it be best if I helped you this time. To make sure you completely clean.”

‘I had a feeling she wouldn’t leave me be after all that. Worth a shot I guess.’ He sighs in defeat and quickly placed his foot in the tub, only to feel his foot slip against the smooth floor and fall in head first with a splash. Maddie gasped as he leaned over the side, coughing slightly.

She pats his back lightly as he continued to cough. “Oh my gosh, you alright?”

He coughed once more before nodding. “Yeah, ugh some of it got up my nose.”

“Did you bump your head?”

“Uh no, I don’t think so.”

Giving a sigh of relief, She got on her knees as she poured some shampoo on a washcloth. “Well at least it’ll be easier to scrub all that mud off now.”

She started to scrub his head with the cloth as he splashed water on his arms. “Goodness, do you realize how much grass and twigs are in your quills?”

“Hmm no, I was too busy try not to drown via water hose from a golden retriever mastermind.”

“Oh, well you really have quite a bit just just nesting in there, there’s enough to build a bird’s nest in there.”

“What? I was just in the grass, how’d I get that much?”

“I have no idea sweetie, that’s exactly the reason why you needed a bath. You would have tracked all this stuff into your bed and heaven forbid if you had any insects on you.”

He freezes up and cringes at the thought of those creepy crawlers in his room, let alone his bed. “Oh god.”

“Exactly.” She removes the last of the debris and rinses some water on his head. She pours more shampoo in her hands and starts to scrub behind his ears.

Pausing from scrubbing his feet, he lets out a soft purring noise as he closes his eyes and leans into the touch. He starts to smile as she also scrubs underneath his chin.

‘Oh my god he’s like a little kitten.’ She bites back a laugh as she continued to wash around his face.

After making sure no more dirt was on him, she rinsed him off with the showerhead, got up and grabbed a towel while Sonic unplugged the drain. "How do you feel now after getting rid of all that mud?"

"A little cold, but refreshed! I kinda smell like apples or something."

"Green apple, it's a good scent to have after a nice bath." She held up the towel in front him as he got out and wrapped it around him, the towel being so big it managed to cover his whole body, including his head and eyes.

He lifts part of the towel off his face as she helps him dry off. "Hey Maddie?"

"Yes?"

She continues to dry off his head until she notices his hands were starting to wring together, making her stop and remove the towel from his eyes, looking fully at him.

"I...*sigh* I'm sorry I gave you a hard time earlier about...all of this. I'm sorry for being stubborn and not listening to you and...wait that's the same thing. What I mean to say is that I'm sorry-oh geez I already said that..um I just wanted to say-." He felt a hand gently lift his head up and saw Maddie smiling at him.

"Apology accepted, your just lucky you're too darn cute for me to be mad at you." She teased as she nuzzled his nose with his.

He lets out a giggle, blushing as she pulled away and helped dry off his arms. "I'm not that cute. I'm probably handsome than most kids, but not cute."

She stops and looks up at the ceiling as she ponders for a second. "Hmm you know what? You're right, you're not cute at all."

Taken aback, he looks up at her shocked at the blunt response. "Wh-what?"

"Nope, not even close."

'Why'd she say it like that?' He blinks as he feels a pout forming on his face.

"You...are....adorable!" She ends the statement by grabbing the unsuspecting teen and hugging him tightly with the towel protecting her from being poked by the quills, earning a grunt of surprise and discomfort from him.

"Ack! Maddie! Your hugging me too tight! I can't breathe!" He cries out as he tries to get out of the death hug.

"How are you talking if you can't breathe right now?" She starts to loosen the hug but still holding him.

He gets his arms free and pushes his hands against her shoulders, trying to make space. "I......don't know?" He makes a confused face as she starts to laugh as she hugs him tight again. "Aww even your confusion is adorable."

"Ow! Maddie! What is with everyone and wanting to hug me so much today?" She pulled back again, looking at him with mock serious expression.

"You can never have too many hugs in one day young man, well that and also one other thing." Before he could ask, she started to pepper small kisses all over his face and forehead.

He squinted his eyes shut as he moved his head from side to side, trying not to smile at the sudden affection.

"I saw that."

His ear twitches at her voice and peeks an eye at her. "Saw what?"

"Don't think I can't see you trying not to smile." She smirked playfully at him while poking his nose. "You don't want to admit it, but you know that you're adorable too."

"No I'm not! Your kisses just feel really weird on my face."

"They feel weird?"

"Yeah...they just do."

"But you were trying not to smile though, that must mean that you actually liked them?"

"Nope! I don't think that at all." He shut his eyes and turned his head away from her dramatically, crossing his arms.

"Oh, well I can think of one more thing that proves that you are completely adorable."

"What?" He says in a whining manner as he braces for her answer.

"Your laugh." She then starts to blow raspberries on his cheeks.

"Mahha-ddie! Stohop!" He struggled to keep a straight face as he let out a few giggles.

"Oh but you're smiling and laughing now, that's usually a sign if you really happy about something."

"Nohoho ihiht doesn't!" He places his hands on her face to push her away and pants as he grins victoriously at her. "Ha! Now you can't give me anymore kisses!"

She jerks her head away from his hands and narrows her eyes at him, who is still has his arms out. "Oh you think you're safe from that?"

His face drops as she quickly digs her fingers in his armpits and lets out a high shriek. "GAH! AHAHAH! MAHADIE NOHOHO!"

"What was that? I can't hear you, you're laughing way too much." She adjusts herself and sits on the floor crisscross, still tickling the squirming hedgehog.

"DOHOHNT TIHICKLE ME!"

"Really? Ok then I guess I'll go back to this then." She proceeded to blow raspberries in his neck while still wiggling her fingers under his arms.

"HAHAHA! NOHOHO! STOP IT! MOM STOP!"

Maddie halts her fingers and freezes as she hears Sonic, still laughing and panting as he sat in her lap. 'Did he just...?'

"Sonic?" He looks up at her, still giggling softly. "Did...you just call me mom?"

His breathing hitches as she sees his eyes widen and looks forward, away from her gaze. "I...uh...I don't know, I might have said it....I'm sorry." His voice lowers to a whisper as he looks down at his hands. 'Oh no, is she mad that I called her that? I didn't mean to, it just came out that way! Oh man this is so awkward-. '

He flinches as he feels her arms wrap around him again, this time softly. "It's ok sweetheart, you can call me mom if that's what you feel comfortable with. I'm not mad, just took me by surprise that's all."

Feeling the tension lift off his shoulders, he wrapped his arms over hers and they continued to sit together the bathroom floor.

"Wait, does this mean I have to call Tom 'dad' now?"

He hears her laugh as she releases him from the embrace. "Well, you don't have to, it's completely up to you. Besides it might make him feel more old if you do."

"Hmm, I'll think about it then." He jumps slightly at the sound of Ozzie's barking and Tom shouting coming from downstairs.

"Oh dear, we better go see if he needs help."

He wraps his arms around her neck as she got up. "Knowing him, he probably does."

She shakes head as she gives him a final kiss on the forehead, putting the towel in the clothes bin and carrying him out of the bathroom.

As she walked down the stairs, she could hear scuffling coming from the living room and turned the corner to see Tom trying to dry off/wrestle Ozzie on the floor.

"Uh Tom? You need any help?" He glanced up to see the two of the looking amused at him.

"Heh, no I'm doing great with this big guy. He just needs to keep still for more than 10 seconds!" He said, falling on his stomach as Ozzie ran away and started to roll over all over the carpet.

Maddie makes an exaggerated face at Sonic, who muffles a laugh behind his hand. She places him on the floor as she makes her way over to Tom. "Well, I completed my task, but it seems like you still having trouble with yours."

Tom brushes off his partially wet shirt as he gets up. "Yeah, luckily this wasn't a contest, though I did hear a lot of laughter up there. What were you guys talking about?"

Maddie zips her lips closed as she glances over at Sonic on the couch, who mimics her as he crosses his legs on the seat, smiling widely at her. "It's nothing to worry about."

"I hope you guys aren't thinking about keeping secrets from me." He places an arm around her shoulders as she looks up at him.

"Either you can know what we were talking about or you don't get your reward tonight." She replies firmly, crossing her arms.

His head jerked as she finished, seeing her expression and backs down, raising his arms up in surrender. "Alright, alright you win this round."

"You bet I do." She kisses him firmly on the lips as she walks away. Tom sighs contentedly as she walks away, with Sonic clearing his throat getting his attention.

"Sooo I'm still confused on what eating food in the bath means. Is it something just adults are allowed to do?"

Tom blinks at him before walking over and clasping a hand on his shoulder. "You'll understand once you get married, get a job and have less time to enjoy certain things." He struts away while clapping his hands and bolting up the stairs.

The hedgehog furrows his brows as Ozzie comes over to him, still panting from rolling around and places a hand on the dog's head.

"Oz, I feel like being an adult is going to be a really weird experience."

#in case you were wondering Tom and Maddie had definitely had food invovled #maddie wachowski #sonic wachowski #tom wachowski #ozzie (sonic 2020)#sonic movie #sonic fanfic #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #long post #fanfic #fanfiction #asks #asks answered #niyana writes #wachowski family

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shoutoismybaby · 5 years

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Enouement- Ch 2

Pregnant!Reader X Bakusquad boy (read to find out!)

ch1 / masterlist / ch3

For now, I think I am going to update every Friday?? Idk if you know e you know the last thing I am is consistent so..

Also, you finally get to see who the boyfriend is! I hope none of you are disappointed, I just feel like he doesn't have enough content written about him so, here we are!

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There had been a lot of crying. That was really all you could remember after stepping into your mother's car. Together you decided that a medical abortion was what you wanted, it would save your future goals and love life after all. That was what was most important to you. Since it was still available and less invasive, you pushed away your fears and went through with the abortion. The doctors said that it should induce some sort of miscarriage within the next two weeks, and even though you knew the failure rate was low you were still nervous that it hadn’t worked after a week. You were nearing your fourth month, and your bump was becoming a bit noticeable. More than just an “I ate too much for my last meal” and moving into “hey everyone, I'm carrying a baby!” territory. And it scared you.

You had to go back to school by now, having at this point already taken close to five days off. You had almost never been more anxious. Your family had to go out and get you new clothes and a uniform just to hide your growing baby belly, and you were sure that your boyfriend would notice. Well, then again maybe not..

“Babe!” Your boyfriend greeted you at the door of his classroom as you walked in. You had made it a tradition once you started dating to visit him in his classroom every day. Today was out of the ordinary though because despite it only being 8 AM in the morning, he somehow had already hit his quirks limit, now being reduced to his dummy state. One hand giving you a thumbs up while the other arm was extended with grabby hands.

“Kami, what happened?!” Your concern had caused the dying laughter in the classroom to start right back up. Kirishima attempted to explain, but it was a bit difficult to understand him through his own hearty laughs.

“Kami- Kaminari just walked in the door… and bakugou went off!”

“He's been doing this, like, since you left.” Sero agreed, you looked over at the angry blonde who refused to look at you.

“Maybe if he wasn’t so stupid I wouldn’t have to give him a taste of his own medicine.” You only glared at the hedgehog, trying to decipher what he meant while you let your boyfriend fall into your arms. His smell hit you as soon as your face laid against his chest and you couldn't help but take a deep breath in. God, you missed him.

You hated how distant you had been recently. You just wished for this all to go away so that you guys could go back to normal. Avoiding him was hurting your heart.

Oh,

That was what Bakugou meant.

Why did he care that much? Bakugou had always been Bakugou’s main and only concern. So why was he messing with your boyfriend to get him back for a problem that was both of your faults?

Before you could really think about it though Kaminari was pushing the two of you into the hallway. You let out a little giggle and looked up to the face that was slowly turning back to its normal mischievous smirk.

“Kami where are we going?” You asked, he smiled wider.

“The hallway.” He let go of you to open the door and push you through,

“Why?” You let him lead you with complete trust, but you couldn't help but start laughing at what Sero yelled at the two of you.

“You guys are so disgusting, why don't you go home to make out?!”

“You’re lucky I'm even leaving the room.” Kaminari giggled, closing the door behind the two of you. He quickly lead you to an empty stairwell where he finally pressed his lips against yours.

You forgot how soft and warm they always were. A warmth you had been unknowingly craving since you had last seen him. Your hands found his shoulders as his rested on your cheeks, squishing them in order to get you to laugh, letting him explore your mouth. You could tell how much he missed you, by the way, he moved slowly. His hold on you gentle and protective, shielding you behind his body from anyone who may come near. It was times like these that made sure you never doubted him when he said he loved you.

At the beginning of your relationship, you were suspicious. He had always been such a flirt, so much so that everyone in class A was sure that he was a fuckboy. So when he asked you out, despite your huge crush on him, you said no.

Eventually, of course, you gave him a chance and that was something you never regretted. He was so kind and loving, you considered him the best boyfriend in the world! It was only a bonus that he was so cute too.

Your heart began to race in a way that made you feel sick once his hands fell from your cheeks, quickly making their way from your breasts to take hold onto your waist. You couldn't let him know, so you pushed him away.

“I.. I'm sorry I just. I suddenly don't feel that good.” It was only partially a lie now, the fear making bile present in your throat. He took another step back from you and placed his hand on your forehead.

“Oh, do you need to see recovery girl? I thought you were better now, what did you even have anyway?” You gently pushed his hand away and shook your head.

“No, I just think I need to sit down,” You smiled at him, hoping to erase his worries. It seemed to work and he began to lead you back to class,

“Class is starting soon anyways and Vlad King would be so pissed if you missed any more class huh? If you start to feel worse you’ll tell me though right?” His bright eyes made you melt, how could one person be so kind and selfless?

“I love you,” Comes out of your mouth before you can stop it and you relish in his laugh,

“I love you too, you should know this! What, did you get so sick you lost your brain cells?” You shake your head and squeeze his hand, only letting go once you made it to the classroom door, he gave you a quick peck on the cheek before letting you walk into class 3-b alone. Once he left you sighed, putting your face into the palms of your hand. Was it bad to already miss him being by you?

You only moved when you remembered the state you had found Kaminari in this morning, and the glare Bakugou had left burning into your soul. Once you thought about it, you understood why he was angry. Even though he loved to pretend that he hated all of you, he had a sweet spot for his friends. A title you were lucky enough to hold.

So you took out your phone and decided to give him a call, something you knew he hated. But you had to get back at him at least a little bit for how he had been treating Kaminari.

He let it ring for a few seconds before answering, and you made sure to speak before he could yell at you.

“I’m okay, so you can stop messing with my boyfriend,” you say, casually reaching into your bag to grab out your notebook. Which, lucky for you was filled with notes sent in the Bakusquad group chat. You could hear his apprehension in the silence, something that came with knowing him from three years.

I’m serious! There’s nothing to worry about cause I got a... You know.” You muttered quiet enough so that only he would hear. You could only imagine the kind of facial expression the air in front of him was faced with experiencing.

“Know what, you trying to speak in fucking tongues?” He asked, you just shook your head on instinct, despite knowing he couldn't see you.

“No, I-” The door slid open, interrupting you and letting your teacher in. “Listen, Vlad just walked in so, I’ll tell you before lunch, okay?”

And you did, after class ended you texted Denki that you were going to be a couple of minutes late before leading Bakugou to the stairwell Kaminari had lead you to before. After looking around for anyone else you told Bakugou about how you had gotten an abortion.

“Well, I guess I’m still, having one? It hasn’t fully worked yet but it still has the rest of the week for it to work. So I'm only kind of worried…” You didn’t realize you had begun to babble until Bakugou growled.

“Damn, TMI much?”

“Y-You’re the one who seemed concerned!” You countered, crossing your arms. His face flushed lightly at your statement.

“What gave you that idea shitty woman?!” His hands were clenched at his side, and you were glad there was no sign of sparks coming from them yet.

“Uh, maybe the fact you kept MESSING WITH MY BOYFRIEND EVERY MORNING TILL HE MAXED OUT!” You flung your arms to accentuate your point and looked away from him with a huff. “Why do you even care so much anyway? I thought you’d just say I’m an idiot and call it a day.”

There was silence for a moment, causing you to look over at the blonde. He was facing the floor, hands still clenched and you couldn’t tell he was thinking. When you took a step forward to ask what was wrong his head shot back up, surprising you.

“I have an older brother,” It was probably the softest you had ever heard Bakugou speak before, and you took it as a sign to stay quiet. “My mom got pregnant with him in high school, it was from a guy who had just dumped her and she knew it was going to ruin her education, but she had him anyway. The old hag made me listen to her stories about what it was like for her before she met my dad, and it… kinda sucked. Plus, I knew that with Kaminari being such a dunce, it was probably an accident and that he wasn’t being much help.”

Your heart swelled and you smiled.

“Thank you for worrying about me.” “I WASN’T WORRIED, GOT IT STUPID GIRL?” He finally burst, face red and hands popping. Still, you couldn’t help but hug him and begin laughing,

“Yeah, you did! You care about me and your friends even though you try to pretend you don’t.” You continued to giggle even as he pushed you away, that is until you began to fall. Usually, his shove would only be enough to get you off of him, but the pregnancy had seriously messed with your balance. You squeaked as soon as you realized you had lost your balance and grabbed at Bakugou's shirt in an attempt to stabilize yourself. Instead, it ended with both you and the blond falling. You onto the ground and Bakugou on top of you, his head awkwardly landing on your chest.

He began yelling as soon as he lifted himself up. It was a mix of calling you names and random curses, but you didn’t really listen. Instead you were trying to forget the pain you were in, you tried to sit up but gave up with a grunt. This caused Bakugou to stop his rant, now he was straddling your legs, having not moved since he pushed himself up. He leaned back down a bit and moved to hold the back of your head. You winced and tried to pull away from his touch but stopped when he glared at you,

“Your skulls not broken so stop whining.” he softly placed your head back on the ground and met your glare.

“Yeah well, it still hurts. And it’s more than just my head.” You muttered. Not noticing the way your hand had drifted to your stomach. Bakugou then sat back up and his face morphed into one of concern,

“Oh, shit. I forgot.. You okay?” You nodded, pulling your arm back as soon as you realized.

“Yeah, even if it wasn’t it wouldn’t really matter since…” You didn’t finish your sentence and you waited for Bakugou to help you up once he was standing. He scratched the back of his head and looked towards the wall,

“Sorry…” you quickly waved off his apology as you two made your way towards the cafeteria, promising to never mention what had happened again.

You split up once you made it to the table, Bakugou taking his seat next to Kirishima and you taking a seat next to Kaminari.

“Hey babe, what took you so long?” He greeted, moving his bag from your spot.

“Oh, Bakugou was helping me with one of the parts of the notes he sent. I couldn’t read it cause his handwriting is so messy.” You hated lying, but you knew that soon it would be over and you wouldn’t have to anymore. From across the table, Bakugou began blasting,

“YOU’RE JUST ILLITERATE YOU SHITTY GIRL!” Which of course lead to the entire table laughing. It was then that you realized just how much you missed this. Being normal, at lunch. Hanging onto your boyfriend’s shoulder and laughing at his cheesy pickup lines he still tried on you. Of course, they never failed to make you blush.

It really hadn’t been all that long since you had been doing this. But it felt that way, especially when you were worried about keeping a secret. “And that’s when we got kicked out of the restaurant,” Kirishima was just now finishing a story about the time he and Bakugou had gone to a noodle shop.

“It’s not my fault those extras didn’t know how to make spicy noodles!” Bakugou said in between bites. The Bakusquad began laughing as Kirishima went to continue on with the story, but you heard Denki’s phone go off. You looked over to see him unlock it, but then went back to listening to Kirishima’s story. You felt Kaminari stiffen beneath your hold and you looked questionably at him, but by now he had turned his phone away from you.

“Kami-”

“(Y/n), can we go talk in the hall?”

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goldenpinof · 5 years

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so basically here’s a script of “Basically I’m gay” by Daniel Howell, if someone needs it

link to a google doc

Hello Internet.

«Sex! Secrecy! And a whole lot of internal screaming. Starring Daniel Howell. One of the greatest mysteries of our generation. What is Dan’s sexuality?»

Spoiler alert. I’m not straight. Sex, the foundation of life and the only thing we’re really supposed to do. Everyone’s obsessed with it. You bunch of degenerates. In the list of things that identify a person, one of the most important for other people to know is their sexuality. For, if sex is the primal force propelling all of these humans forward by their hips, they have to know. Are we gonna fuck? Or like could we? Or are you, ‘cause I’m just wondering. Now, we live in a heteronormative world, which is a long scary word that makes people feel attacked for some reason. Shh it’s okay.

What it means is people are presumed to be straight. If you’re not, then at some point, you have to “come out”, which is a whole thing. Or people might just try and guess based on something you do or the way you act, because yay stereotypes. So this is something you have to be clear on, because if you’re not, how are all these other people that aren’t you going to cope? But I’m pretty sure no one that knows me thinks I’m straight. So I don’t really need to come out as much as just clarify what the hell is going on. As here I am at age 27 and my sexual preference is seemingly still a vague, debatable, confusing, impenetrable mystery. But why? And what is it? Well, those are some big questions. Are you sure you wanna know my answers?

[YES]

Okay, well, if you say so 'cause this is a complicated and sensitive issue and when it comes to me, boy, there is a lot to unpack here and it is a total clusterfuck. So strap yourselves in and let me tell you a queer little story about a boy named Dan.

Chapter 1 – The Word

♪ When I was a young boy ♪

♪ My father ♪

Didn’t have much time for me because my conception was clearly an accident and he was a narcissistic proud man suddenly inconvenienced in the prime of his life and this emotional neglect gave me lasting problems.

Sorry that’s not all relevant right now.

I was an only child for seven years and with working parents. This meant I had to make my own fun so I was imaginative and loud which is something that my teachers used to say quite a lot followed by, “However.” Here I am age five. Look at me. Cute, poised, sassy, turning out this photo shoot like sorry, Grandma, I stunted on this set. Are you seeing this? In almost every way, I literally peaked age five. I loved being the center of attention. People said I had an infectious happiness, that my beaming smile brought them hope and joy. People that know me are laughing right now. But a boy, in the '90s being happy and generally polite acting? Sounds kinda GAY if you ask me. Literally, masculinity was so fragile, people were so proud and scared and society so aggressive that a boy smiling!?.. appearing to be empathetic or in any way emoting was seen as a threat. How dare they laugh and feel comfortable? They must be soft and weak and girly and GAY. So basically thanks, Grandma, for raising me to be a nice child, you dick. Just kidding. That’s a joke and I told you not to watch this video because it would be rude so if you send me a disappointed text telling me you’re offended, I don’t know what to tell you. Although, now I think about it, you did make me go to church for 10 years, which in hindsight probably also didn’t help ♪ Hallelujah ♪ the issue here so. But then it was time for little Dan to go to school and this is when it

♪ All went wrong ♪

'Cause it turns out most children, evil pieces of shit. Doesn’t matter if you try to raise a happy innocent child, throw that kid into school, aka, a literal Mad Max Battle Royale with the feral offspring of your local community. Yeah, that crap’ll be undone in about two weeks. I was six years old running around the playground pretending to be Sonic the Hedgehog or something when two brothers come up to me aged seven and eight with an unexplained aggressive look in their eye. And the younger one pushes me to the ground, kicks me in the stomach, and just says, “GAY.”

This was the first time I ever heard that word. Well, I don’t know what the heck gay means but apparently it means people kick you on the floor so that ain’t good. I didn’t know this child or give them any cause to have an opinion on me. And, actually, I never directly interacted with them again. What epic clustershit of failed parenting and general culture brought this tiny child to get angry and attack someone, then call them gay for looking like they were having fun outside. Are you okay, 1990s? And so my relationship with sexuality began.

I wasn’t looking to define myself as a child indiscriminately playing doctors and nurses with various friends until once somebody’s mum walked into a room to find three fully naked children sat on a bed sticking sellotape to each other’s butts. Yep, which I don’t recommend. Also, Jesus Christ, the poor woman that saw that. Then you get to the magic age around 10 or 11 where everybody suddenly wants to pretend they’re totally a “cool teenager” who’s doing all the drugs and the sex and the fights, totally. Boy, gay was a really popular word back then.

[[Boy] Uh, homework is gay. [Girl] Uh, my mum’s so gay. [Boy] Uh, you touched a girl, gay.]

This one little shit who I won’t name was one of the school bullies and he loved the word gay. He had it in for me and I have no idea why. You know me, Mr. Winnie the Pooh Meets Slender Man. Well, when I was 10 just Winnie the Pooh. I didn’t do nothin’ to no one ever and yet this guy used my pacifism as a punching bag where any group situation was an excuse to single me out call me gay for some reason and then make everyone else exclude me because they were scared of him. I had a girlfriend. We dated for six whole weeks. We kissed in a game of spin the bottle once by literally sucking on each other’s faces. Then she ended dumping me over speakerphone at a birthday party that everyone in my class but me was invited to but, hey. I don’t know what I was doing wrong, but at this age, I understood one thing. Being gay, whatever that meant, was clearly the worst thing you could be. On a Darwinian level, I was being told, okay bitch, “Survival Code”. Don’t be this apparently. Evolution. Plot twist, this bully I think he was a bit gay because once he asked me to have a sleepover at his house and I thought was me finally getting socially accepted only for him in the middle of the night to come up and ask me, “So who’s going to be the boy and the girl?” I was an innocent smol bean who didn’t really understand what he meant because, to be honest, I didn’t actually understand get how babies were made yet. But needless to say I think he was disappointed. Wow, closeted child turns into homophobic bully. Thanks again society. But this whole primary school journey was really just an amuse-bouche for the full six-course tasting menu of suffering that would be secondary school.

I went to an all-boys school. It was a literal hellscape. I thought it was hard making it through a school of 200 kids with two or three bullies. Try over a thousand where a clean 800 are fully psychopathic gorillas fueled by testosterone, Red Bull, and Eminem albums. Making sure that the word f- no longer means an innocent bundle of sticks or a cigarette anymore in the British lexicon. Nope, now it was a cool homophobic slur along with gay, gaylord, gayboy, puff, pufter, ponce, batty, batty boy, bum-boy, bender. Shit, this is so long. People have a lot of words for something they don’t wanna think about. Look at me in this stupid blazer. Oh, “you’ll grow into it at some point in the next four years”. Thanks, Mum. Day one, kid in form class, some stupid hedgehog-looking motherfucker side eyes me and says, “What you lookin at, puff?” First interaction at a new school. Great! My entire existence on a daily basis then becomes navigating this school like I’m in the bloody “Maze Runner” trying to avoid aggressive pricks with chode ties. And you know being verbally abused for being a nerd or a Greebo at least felt relevant to me at the time. Greebo, definitely one of my faves there and I’m sure that Korn and Slipknot would have been proud to have 12-year-old me as a fan. I kinda knew who I was in the hierarchy at that point. I was essentially a theater kid who spent all of his free time playing Runescape on the AOL browser on his mum’s PC instead of football. I accepted it. But at least I wasn’t actually this “gay thing” people kept throwing around because by now I understood a gay is a boy who fancies other boys. And to be honest I don’t really feel like I’ve ever fancied anyone before.

Then puberty happened.

Oh yeah, this is fun, tingly feelings, I smell bad. It was quite fun dribbling on this girl’s face playing Truth or Dare, maybe later we’ll go behind that bike sheds and, there I was sat in English class, my friend next to me. I watched as he delicately removes a pencil from its case. We briefly make eye contact as he flutters his long black eyelashes with a blink before staring forward. His eyes are so bright and beautiful yet they seem so sad and deep with emotion. I wish I could just understand. Oh fuck, I think I’m a bit gay. You’re telling me this whole time I actually have been the bad thing that people keep calling me? Shit!

Chapter 2 – Feelings

Oh do you hear it that faint hum, something coming from a deep, dark place too powerful to control? It’s the self-hatred. She is here and she’s only getting started. Short version, I fall hopelessly in love with a friend of mine who doesn’t feel the same way which crushes me into a million tiny pieces and years later actually it turns out he was gay the whole time. He just really specifically didn’t like me. [Double kill.] Here I am, 13, crying to evanescence alone in my bedroom feeling like there’s no point in really being alive as I’m clearly a faulty outcast person that has no place in the world. I stopped going to church with my grandma because I felt like I wasn’t really supposed to be there. Also, by this age, the whole Christianity thing didn’t really make much sense to me. And the adult services were dry AF compared to coloring in a picture of Jesus’s face at Sunday school. So other than the free tea and biscuits they gave away after the sermon, religion didn’t really have much to offer me. Damn, there was some good biscuits though. I miss that. But wait! All is not lost yet. Do you see that? A triumphant, rallying cry of guitars, stripey hoodies, and black hair dye. Emo had arrived! I swear to God, emo is one of the best things that happened to pop culture in the last 20 years. As well as inventing eyeliner and skinny jeans, a new word hit the theater, nerd, goth, band, kid corner that would change my world forever.

Bisexual. You can be normal and gay at the same time and some people think it’s cool? Well, slap a long fingerless glove on my arm and sign me up to Myspace 'cause Mum, I’m bi. It was a good term 'cause it was a catchall for anyone who felt sexually confused or curious that didn’t want to commit to something stronger which is very me. Big commitment issues. Thanks, fam. To be clear, regardless of whatever the 2006 teenagers thoughts and feelings were, being bi is valid and should not be excused away or erased by anyone. Thank you.

From this moment, I was a loud and proud raving bi to my close friends and the strangers on the internet who saw my clearly-labeled sexual preference on my Myspace page. And the emo friends I made at this time were awesome. We just used to hang and make out with each other and listen to music and drink bottles of Smirnoff Ice until we were sick on each other with no judgment. The judgment came several years later looking back at the photos that you can’t delete. So I didn’t need to tell my family or people at school anything. But the thing is with a Myspace page, anyone with an internet connection can read it. And so the rumors started spreading through my neighborhood that Dan Howell was in fact a bisexual. I had a friend in French class who one day, totally unprompted, just turned to me and said, “Hmm, yeah, I thought so. You give off a bi-vibe.” A bi-vi-, what the fuck is a bi-vibe? Great, yeah, nothing to make a 15-year-old feel self-conscious about his behavior like being told he emanates a bisexual aura. What am I supposed to do with that? Sorry that I give off mixed signals. I’m versatile. Turns out it was actually a social upgrade from being called gay all the time 'cause bisexual was a new word that only referred to sexuality so people actually had to decide how they felt about the fact I was attracted to boys. As opposed to gay which as we all understand is synonymous with bad and also implies a general threat, plague, curse/evil force that simply must be destroyed. People at school were actually almost nice to me with curiosity about it and a few of the boys that previously loved to just generically call me gay while throwing a compasses at me or something, now started to low-key flirt with me and some stuff happened. Go figure.

But then I entered the dark ages and no I’m not talking about my hair because I was never actually cool enough to commit to dying it black. As quickly as they arrived into my life, my emo friend group vanished into the night. Like the tip of an eyeliner pencil snapping or the HTML on your intricately-crafted MySpace page falling apart when the host websites of your embedded gifs die, so, too, did my social life. One had to suddenly focus on school, another moved town, two of them just fell out with each other and started hanging out with their old friends again. Well, we don’t all have back up friend groups, Lindsey! I went all in on the emos! You’re telling me I have to go back to sitting in my kitchen playing Runescape now! Thanks a lot. So for a year I literally had no friends. And this is when the bullying at school really stepped its pussy up. The things people used to say offhand to me in a corridor were now said loudly in classrooms where everybody would laugh. People used to sing songs about me being gay on the bus while my fellow nerds sat around me just stared awkwardly out of the window not wanting to get involved. People shouted things out during GCSE exams in front of the whole school and the low key pushing became punches. People used to wait for me after school just to throw things at me. Once a guy put his hand around my throat and pushed my head against a coat peg in the locker room while everyone was watching and just slapped me for five minutes. But I never reacted. I never cried or got angry or fought back 'cause then I’d be giving them what they wanted and I refused to play along. But this way of dealing with things definitely had an impact on my relationship with emotion going into life. I became a total outcast. No one wanted to come near me out of fear that they’d get targeted, too. So no one ever stood up for me. And, you know, I don’t blame them. I just resent them even to this day. No, I’m kidding, I don’t really. I do. No, I don’t. I, hmm. Teachers at the time obviously did nothing. In fact, one of them saw this happening to me and laughed 'cause you know, boys will be boys especially the gay ones that get killed by the other ones, am I right? Ah, classic lad banter. And home. See, keeping this on the topic of sexuality and not economic class, violence, addiction, and health issues, let’s just say some shit was goin’ down. I didn’t think I could ask my family for help or share my feelings about this, mainly due to my dad. Funny guy, kind of a woke hippie who did and said a lot of things I did respect but at the same time used to walk around the house saying how he hoped someone he had a problem with at work would *clears throat* “die of bum cancer.” Yep, so picked the one area to be a bigot that would further traumatize your child. Nice! This experience coming from a childhood hearing the word gay meaninglessly thrown around as an insult at home and school, in music, on TV, to then realizing I am actually kinda gay, to then very specifically being attacked for it was traumatic. The world was clearly telling me if I ever wanted to be accepted by anyone or, in my particular environment, survive, I couldn’t be gay. I was afraid of it, literally homophobic of myself. I am talking Pavlov, sunken place, North Korea-level mind alteration that made me terrified of and repulsed by this part of me. This is called internalized oppression. It’s a real thing and it’s some real shit.

Chapter 3 – Internalized Oppression

From this moment I was no longer advertising myself as bi. No, BRB deleting that Myspace real quick, xD lemme get on that Bebo. “My Chemical Romance”? No, I’m listen to what’s this, N-Dubz? Jesus Christ. I go away for the summer break and come back to school quiet and serious and fully straight. *coughs* I needed me some new friends that were a bit higher up the social ladder, you know what I’m sayin’ for security so I go ahead and join “The Inbetweeners”. Literally this group of friends, the exact middle ground between nerds and desperately wanting to be cool. And oh how desperate we were. The great thing about these friends was they knew loads of girls. So firstly, instant cool points. Secondly, if I date a girl *scoffs* super not gay. The problem with that was it’s not like everyone just forgot everything that’s been said about me and this group of friends, casually homophobic pretty much all the time and also they hung out in places near some even more aggressive and super homophobic peeps. Just full-time Runescape would have been a better in hindsight. I find myself going through the same shit at school but now voluntarily going through it at the weekends from the people that are supposed to be my friends thinking I’m doing the right thing whilst constantly telling myself I’m now totally heterosexual. So I did what many people choose to do at that point and I got a girlfriend. But this is pretty messed up because I really liked this girl. In fact, I loved her as a friend and I was genuinely attracted to her but I was so afraid of sexuality I didn’t even wanna do anything straight in case I had some weird gay panic that I was totally frigid and I led her on. And when she got pissed at me, understandably, for being a terrible boyfriend, I just felt even worse. This was someone who I liked that I was hurting and lying to but I couldn’t leave as then I’d have no armor. Beautiful irony here is having a girlfriend didn’t in any way stop the abuse 'cause remember, gay is a great all-purpose general insult. (Call someone gay today and we’ll throw in a free set of steak knives.) And when these neighborhood teens started heavy drinking and getting into drugs, things suddenly got quite scary as people joked about setting fire to a tent as I slept in it at Reading Festival. Or saying, “You know that notoriously unstable guy? Yeah, he said he’s gonna kill you next Saturday.” Awkward.

This was definitely the lowest point in my life. I just felt totally alone, confused and I deeply hated myself. I used to ask God, in case he was there, to please, just make me straight and everyone stop. But I saw no end, no escape, no way to change the world or who I was. So one evening I thought fuck it and I attempted suicide.

I say attempted, because just before it was too late I thought

“oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit what have i done what have i done fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck?”

“what will your grandma think don’t do this to her she tried her best and she loves you”

“your family aren’t total dicks and this will fuck them up can’t you just get over it surely”

“you’re gonna get to the last year of school and give up now really what was the point”

“I heard this is one of the most painful ways to die so not a great choice if I’m being blunt”

Felt kinda bad for a few days otherwise I pretended it never happened and I didn’t tell anyone, until now, literally. Hmm, I know pretty dark right, but hey spoiler things kinda worked out. I mean still gotta lot of issues but here I am. I’m so glad I failed for so many reasons, for the people in my life, for the future I would’ve wasted. The most important being that I thought I was trapped in a situation forever when in reality, the entire world I lived in and my life changed completely. I thought it was hopeless when in reality there was so much to hope for and that’s it. Time changes everything. With the lives that we have, we can try anything we’ve dreamed of. I want anyone that’s ever felt like this to realize you are never trapped. There is always hope. You just need to believe in yourself and get to the other side. So yeah school age 6 to 18, I’m gonna give that a bad Google review. The thing is I did stand out. I’ve always been a loudmouth, class clown, annoying shit. Since graduating, it turns out half the people I knew were fuckin’ gay. That group of friends I had, all lovely people now. Five of them were gay, five gays! That is statistically irregular. Oh but they flew under the radar. All I’m saying is I wish people just hated me for being annoying and immature. Leave the gays alone!

My light at the end of the tunnel was university. I was gonna get my A levels move to a new town and ghost these bitches. But I took a gap year first to earn some money which was very boring sitting at home and working at ASDA where I was not happy to help. My shift started at 5 a.m. on a Saturday. Signed up for a Twitter account to run my mouth off and then bam. “So my name is [Dan].” My YouTube story begins, a new chapter of my life to redefine. So you know what I do? Get a Formspring because nothing gives you that attention feeling like one of those anonymous question and answer websites that are inherently toxic and no one should use. And straight out of the bat bisexual Dan returns. 'Cause hey, just like Myspace, I’m only telling a few people on the internet right now. It’s not like one day I’m gonna get so many followers that random strangers and my family might see it. Wow, I had a lot fun with many different kinds of people in 2009. Let’s just say I got a lot out of my system. Got a couple of things in my system, too. Sorry.

And this is when, through the magic of the internet, I met Phil. And obviously we were more than friends but it was more than just romantic. This is someone that genuinely liked me. I trusted them. And for the first time since I was a tiny child, I actually felt safe. And the relationship we formed at that point was something that I needed in my life. We are real best friends, companions through life, like actual soulmates, not that souls are a real thing that exist. It’s so lucky to just find someone you can be that compatible with and especially to anyone that has experienced the kind of self-hatred that I have dealt with, one person accepting you can make all the difference. And I bet so many people wanna know so much more about that which, honestly, I take as a compliment. But here’s the thing. I’m somebody that wants to keep the details of my personal life private. So is Phil. I know lots of people these days, thanks to social media, want to share and monetize every aspect of their life and then as soon as something changes suddenly it’s this huge drama because everybody got invested in the story of your life like it’s a soap opera. I don’t want that. I wanna do certain things without an audience. I wanna be spontaneous. I don’t wanna feel afraid to take risks. I want to enjoy totally fucking something up and not have to post a statement about it. And if anyone thinks people really have to share these things about their life, you need to rethink your position. And look, I understand that sex is a fun and interesting thing to talk about. I get it. I am also a disgusting pervert. But the specific minutiae of who I be fuckin’, when, why, where, how long, how, uhh, I mean? Sexuality is a general fact that it can be very useful to know about a person for several reasons, but we can’t force people to disclose that either. We don’t know this person’s life story, what they’ve been through, if they haven’t told people, if they’ll lose their job, if they’re in danger. There are so many reasons someone might not be open about it. We can preach the message that being out is good, but aggressively speculating or trying to out someone is really bad. They might not be gay, in which case we’re just harassing someone and probably stereotyping. And if they are there’s gonna be a reason why they haven’t talked about it. So I don’t wanna see any responses to me finally talking about this like no one is surprised. “Dan we been knew.” Wow, you huge galaxy brain genius. What’s it like walking around with all those brain cells in there working overtime? What, you got like three in there? Don’t lose your balance, mastermind. I haven’t exactly been subtle have I? I’m an awkward, sexually ambiguous nerd. “What the fuck even is your sexuality?” That’s not the point. I’m already dead inside so it doesn’t matter here, but to me if someone’s reaction to a person coming out is just, “yeah, I knew”, they’re showing no empathy towards the issue or that person. They’re just making it about themselves like it was a fun piece of gossip they already knew. All we have to do is listen and be accepting.

So anyway back to the tale. Whilst things were looking up for Dan aged 18, things quickly got messy again. Wow, that beats the emo streak of temporary self-acceptance by like six months, nice. There was a point around 2011 where the relationship with my audience shifted from what felt like direct communication between me and individuals that just saw me as a comedy creator to communities of people that formed to talk about me when I wasn’t there. Which is fine, but for some people it was about getting generally invested in me and my real life which I thought was a bit strange 'cause inevitably like anyone who puts themself out there, some people started to really dig into my private life to find out information about me that I wasn’t ready to share. And this was around the same time that YouTubers finally started to get mainstream recognition in the British press. We had the BBC knocking at our door trying to offer Dan and Phil a radio show. From that, Dan and Phil became this entertainment duo that we could have a creative career with. And we love working together, so when all these opportunities came for Dan and Phil, we were really excited but I was also scared as people clearly knew I wasn’t straight and I hadn’t told my family that. None of my old friends knew about this, and what me and Phil had was ours and personal and yet some people were trying to get access to it for their own satisfaction. It was no longer a few people on the internet, no big deal. So I just shut down. It felt like I was back at school again, surrounded by threatening people trying to expose me for their entertainment. Most I’m sure just wanted what was best for me and I feel such genuine sadness and am sorry that I couldn’t be closer to and more truthful with the people in my life that were just trying to be nice but I wasn’t ready to deal with it at this time so I had to do something to contain it. I definitely sent some mixed messages. Some were just joking around, others were super defensive that in my panic came across like “I’m now telling everyone I’m totally straight” when all I really meant was “please fuck off and don’t invade my privacy, you creepy stalkers, thank you”. But this experience seriously triggered some PTSD in me and I was back in the dark place. I didn’t want to just disappear from the internet to escape it and throw away this creative hobby that actually started paying rent. Thanks. So I just decided to put anything to do with my sexuality in a box to come back to later as I was still processing my past and I wanted to understand my identity on my own terms and timeline and not just have it hijacked as fuel for people’s sexual fantasies or some headline in an article. And whilst we’re not exactly living in a utopia yet here on YouTube, the general internet culture only five or six years ago was a much less wholesome, progressive place as this little bubble is now. Sure, a lot of people probably would have been supportive, but there was just as much open bigotry and general toxicity 'cause people felt less accountable and it was okay to say certain things 'cause it’s just on the internet and I couldn’t handle that at the time. And, generally, I can handle a lot. I have big hands with a very wide reach for playing piano, you fucking.. get your mind out of the gutter. We can’t ask people to just put their lives on hold to address their sexuality first. If a kid dreams of being a footballer and age 18 gets signed to a club and all their dreams come true but they’re scared to come out because of the insane homophobia in that community, they shouldn’t turn it down. Yes, it’s so important to be truthful about who you are and open and proud in front of the world but it’s our society’s fault that these people are scared to say who they are. So let’s all focus on making it a welcoming place and people will come out when they are ready. So when was I ready? Well, it’s always been on my mind that I need to talk about this at some point. I couldn’t just keep going forward in my life ignoring it, not only just so I can be authentic, which is very important for general existing, but also just letting people know what kind of sexual attention I want from the world. All of it from everyone. God I’m so thirsty. And if anything motivated me, it’s the idea that I can help someone else 'cause that’s basically my whole career, isn’t it, admitting to shit that I’ve been through so you will feel better about yourselves. There we go, you’re welcome. I have a platform and a following of millions of people, many of whom I know have been through exactly what I have. And if I tell my story as painful and flip floppy and flawed as it is, I know it will mean something to someone as every time someone speaks openly about sexuality, it saves lives. I’d never met a single out gay person until I was 18. And if I had, or even just seen better representation in the media, I wouldn’t have felt so totally alone. I wouldn’t even be saying this to you now if it wasn’t for TV shows, musicians, and public figures in the last couple years reinforcing this to me. It doesn’t matter if I was living the life privately as there was still so much confusion about my feelings and fear. But things are better now, on the internet, on TV, in my real life. It’s not perfect but it feels safe enough in this space right now for me to feel confident. So thank you, sincerely, to all the brave people that came before me and to any of you that made this world seem welcoming for me. And instead of procrastinating from this by focusing on work, which was a way for me to insure my own independence and survival in case I was rejected, or just doing things for other people to take my mind off it instead of asserting my own needs, which my therapist keeps telling me is one of my biggest problems. Here I am with a fresh void of time in front of me to fuck up however I want. Now look, we all have different experiences in life. Some of us are lucky, some of us not. It just so happened that the first 18 years of my life were horrendously shit. It failed me. But we get dealt cards from the start, too. If you look at my life, I was born into this world as an able-bodied, white, cis-man in Britain which immediately gives me so much privilege in this current world and I am fully aware of how much harder making it to today could have been for me, which is why we all need to stand up for equality and social justice even if it doesn’t apply to us. No one stood up for me when it mattered the most and that almost cost me everything. So if you see a woman being harassed, a gay being threatened, someone muttering something racist, say something, do something because if you’re still or silent, the victim will just think that you are against them, too. We all have a responsibility.

This tale was just some of the stuff relating to sexuality. We all have a whole sob story if we wanna tell it but I just wanted to explain the journey of how I got to this point and overcame the obstacles that tried to block this path. And now I’ve arrived.

Chapter 4 – Labels

Okay cool story, bro, it’s answer time. What’s your answer. Whaddayalikedafuk? Here’s the thing, you want me to talk candidly about sexuality as if it’s something that I understand? I don’t know what it is, why it is. Turns out no one knows. I’ve been sitting here for years waiting for scientists to just work it out like bleep bloop. [Oh this is why and exactly how it’s different for people. There we go.] Thinking I shouldn’t run off my mouth on the internet in case my theories and opinions on varying gayness get debunked next week. Well, I waited long enough and it didn’t happen. Science, ya fucked up, you let me down. And I fully expect to have to delete this video in two weeks when you find out all the answers suddenly. Thanks a bunch. What makes someone gay or straight or all the things in between? What the ever loving fuck is gender about? This is a mess. Yet people want you to give them a word because that’s how humans communicate with words that have meanings. Which is why our disgusting species is impatient, stupid, and obsessed with labels. And this applies to everything, sexuality, gender, political identity, what obscure genre of synthwave you listen to. People just want a label that represents something they understand so they already know how to feel about you and don’t have to bother thinking. [Oh you’re a feminist well I don’t need to know anything more. Oh you’re a leftist. Oh you’re a K-pop fan but but but but.] If people just want to find a way to disagree with you or dislike you, they can refer to the label and turn off their brains. Hey, what does my label say? Huh. The issue is, especially when we start talking about the writhing mass of confusion and suffering that is sexual and gender identity, the limits of language and specific terminology become a big problem. What does being gay mean? You never thought about a boob once? What does being a man mean? You wanna be an emotionless rock rubbing raw steaks against your biceps? It’s not like humanity is all in agreement right now. I don’t like the stereotypes and drama that come with all this terminology so I’m just not gonna use it. Thing is gender identity isn’t my issue. I feel comfortable with the identity that I’ve had my whole life. Dan, a tol boy from England. But being a man means nothing to me. I wouldn’t feel uncomfortable wearing makeup or a sickening pair of heels, though I can’t even draw in a straight line so that would be a disaster. Also is anyone really comfortable wearing heels? Hmm. Icons of masculinity aren’t really a big part of my life. Might as well call me a fucking formless blob that sounds more relatable. Shout out to all my formless blobs out there, rise up. I don’t have to do anything or be anything and I personally wouldn’t feel offended if I wasn’t referred to as a he. Well, she’s feeling hungry today. Stop fucking judging me, Susan. I’m sad and I’m gonna eat this whole damn cake whether you like it or not. But anyone that has this don’t really care attitude about their gender identity is in a way privileged 'cause some people, especially trans, care a lot about their gender identity and using the correct pronouns which other people should respect. Likewise with sexuality, whilst to me the endlessly increasing list of tribes and flags being flown is a bit daunting and confusing and personally stresses me out 'cause I almost find it constrictive, some people like it. Because if you’re feelings are confusing and then you look at a word that represents something and go, “wow, that me”, it can help you realize you’re valid and find a community and that’s great. There is so much controversy around this issue and others but if we all just calm down, respect each other’s experiences and try to just be nice, reasonable people, which is a lot to ask, let’s be real, it’s quite simple. If you wanna use language to express your honest feelings and identity, that’s great and other people should respect what you say. Likewise, if you hate labels and you just wanna be a formless blob, that’s fine, too. No one should force you. The only thing that isn’t cool is telling other people what they should or should not identify as 'cause that ain’t your problem or your business, bye. This was one of the things that held me back from talking about this for years. Shit’s confusing, man. Let’s just go back to cellular reproduction by mitosis so I don’t really have to be specific. Two people that I really look up to and respect, Harry Styles and Janelle Monae, both famously say that they don’t feel the need to label it which, to be honest, is how I feel and is perfectly okay. But I get it, for me, you want a word. Oh, that’s hard, though. I’m an annoying guy. I feel uncertain specifying my sexuality in the same way I wouldn’t say I am an atheist. Who the fuck am I to say whether God does or doesn’t exist? I don’t know shit 'bout shit and neither does anyone else. I mean I think it’s unlikely in the same way I know I like DICK. But I’m not gonna pretend to have a definite answer here. Looking at my public statements is inconsistent and confusing. Looking at my personal track record through life is super confusing. And looking at the void inside my soul threatening to crush the entire universe with the force of its event horizon of misery and melodrama, well, fuck let’s close that shit up. One thing’s for sure whatever heterosexual is, I ain’t it. Really if you ask me, I don’t think anyone’s totally straight. I think there’s a lot of social and emotional issues getting in the way of yet to be understood feelings of attraction that can be very flexible. And trust me, I’ve known a lot of straight guys until a couple of drinks, some deep conversation, and lingering eye contact, and suddenly they just start leaning in. What does that make them? And am I totally gay? No. Am I slightly more gay or is it just easier for gays to hook up with each other because of societal norms. It’s not like the signs for male and female bathrooms are what I’m attracted to. I don’t care what flesh organ you have between your legs, what your hair’s like, if you’re covered in it or a fuckin’ beluga whale. I’m gonna be honest, I’m not picky. I’m easy. So am I bi or pan or poly? Well, now we’re just in a clusterfuck of defining language and I’m confused and sad and horny. This is why I personally love the word queer. I understand that some people don’t as it is a slur but as someone that’s been the target of it several times throughout my life I’m up for some reclamation. It’s like recycling. The definition makes sense because until society is equal with all sexual and gender identifies, it is literally strange from a conventional viewpoint plus it’s better than a super long acronym, it’s inclusive of everyone and therefore great for formless blobs. There we go, an identity I feel comfortable with. A highly-strung, depressed queer praying for a giant meteor to hurry up and finally eradicate humanity. LMAO, yeet!

But to come full circle, I know that even today, deep in my heart the word gay scares me because that’s how I’ve been conditioned my whole life. So, you know what? Fuck the literal definition and the scientific definition and what everyone thinks. I finally have to just confront and accept this.

I’m gay.

Oh look, didn’t spontaneously fucking combust. Well, there we go, that was a lot of stress about nothing, wasn’t it? Bloody hell. So yup, I’m here, I’m queer, and don’t worry I’m still filled with existential fear.

WE’RE HERE, WE’RE QUEER WE’RE FILLED WITH EXISTENTIAL FEAR.

Chapter 5 – Fear

Even though I’m at this current place, there is still so much I’m afraid of and this has taken months to make because of that. Telling my family was a big fear. I have problems connecting with them emotionally because reasons. So I only came out to them this month and if it didn’t go well, as I’m now the independent adult that I fought so hard to be, I was ready to cut them off like the bottom of a sweater turning into a seasonal crop. But I didn’t have to, love you. I didn’t think they’d reject me these days but coming out is still a surprise. It changes things. And I’m a pretty awkward person generally but the idea of just dropping this in conversation in front of them all terrified me. And I tried several times this year to do it but I just couldn’t. So you know how I finally came out to my family? E-mail. Yep, I literally just sent them an e-mail saying and I quote,

“Hello gang. I’ve been meaning to talk to you all for a while, something quite important that should be disclosed at some point. I thought I would around Christmas, then Mum’s birthday, then last Easter Sunday, etc., but every time I meant to, I either felt like I would ruin the mood of the day or I just felt awkward and didn’t want to. So I decided just to email you all instead which is really inappropriate and just weird but that somehow seems appropriate for me and at least I’ll just finally say it.

Basically I’m gay.”

Yup. It was just getting ridiculous so I thought screw it and hey, it worked. Turns out my remaining family, pretty chill bunch of people. Even my Christian grandma said this,

“We love you for being you. It must be a great relief to finally acknowledge who you are. Popsie and I just want you to be happy. People are born as they are and have no say in it. I hope that now you will feel free to live your life as you want with no pretense.”

Aw.

“Don’t forget the iPad.”

Yes, I said I’d give her my old iPad. She mainly cares about that I thing. Wasn’t so sure when I was 17 but it went well now and I know that makes me lucky but, hey, it shows that times change. As for the other people in my life, obviously all the friends I have now are cool. If anyone in my life I’ve ever known isn’t cool with it then I don’t care. And sure here online there might be a few incredibly lost bigots following me or just some classic trolls who I think should get fucked. No, like literally, I think you should try it. You’ll probably enjoy it and you might learn something about yourself. Inevitably some of you watching this might have a weird reaction if you just feel like it was a shock or you feel hurt that I kept it from you. But I feel like I explained myself reasonably here and going forward I can’t have any space for that, sorry. I’ve come to terms with who I am and now you have to, too, ha. Funnily enough straight up homophobia is probably the one thing I’m not that afraid of, because I just don’t agree so it doesn’t hold much emotional power over me but you bet I’m opening myself up to all new kinds of in real life and international discrimination now which is fun. But one of the other big fears holding me back was, honestly, that I wouldn’t be accepted by the community. I know that it’s a big pride flag covering a lot of ground and even the idea of it and certainly most of it is amazing. But there is a lot of drama within it right now especially on the internet. You’ve got Grindr gays arguing about how manly gays should be, bi’s getting ignored, trans people, especially of color, not being historically appreciated, acephobia, fucking SWERFs and TERFs. No thank you. So even though they are my people, I know some of them will have problems with something. And even then, just seeing such a loud and proud, strong and opinionated group of people celebrating something just intimidates a smol introvert such as myself. And in my mind if these people don’t accept me because I’m not being definitive enough or I took too long then I almost feel like I’ll be alone all over again, and this is a fear that a lot of people have honestly. But I’m a nice guy and I’m trying my best so you better be welcoming, you bunch of fuckin’ queers. And obviously with the topic of sexuality, it doesn’t matter where we are or how far you think we’ve come, by merely mentioning it, I will be opening up a primordial box of bullshit which will include every single stupid argument and question since the dawn of time. [It’s not natural.] There’s gay animals. [Adam and Steve.] That’s based on a story and the protagonist that arrives later probably doesn’t agree with you. [Why can’t we have straight pride?] I could spend 10 hours on all the classic crap and people would still be asking the same things. This being posted on the internet, my hopes are so incredibly low, lower than my self-esteem. Wow, that is unhealthy. I need to stop doing that. This video is about internalized oppression and the problems of language. I’m not here to pontificate on every topic tangentially related to the entire concept of gayness. *ASMR voice*: Pontificate on every topic tangentially related to the concept of gayness.

There’s other humans and all the time in the world left for that. The time in the world coincidentally being not much longer. Climate change LMAO. But I had to tell my story so people would understand me and these things. Why coming out is still a big deal because queer people are often invisible and suffering until they have to do it. Some people grow up in supportive environments and it’s a positive experience. But more likely, especially around the world outside of the big cities, it isn’t. This is not a fight that is anywhere near over. Even in Britain today people are debating whether children should be taught to be accepting of sexual and gender identity in school.

Queer people exist. Choosing not to accept them is not an option.

To anyone watching this that isn’t out, it’s okay. You’re okay. You were born this way, it’s right, and anyone that has a problem with it is wrong. Based on your circumstance, you might not feel ready to tell people yet or that it’s safe and that’s fine, too. Just know that living your truth, with pride, is the way to be happy. You are valid. It gets so much better. And the future is clear. It’s pretty queer.

So there we go. Now I can proceed authentically in my life with full disclosure. Cute mutuals know to slide into the DMs. And you can all fuck off and leave me alone.

Bye.

#basically i'm gay #daniel howell #danielhowell #dan and phil #amazingphil #phil lester #yes im tagging i dont care #if there's a flaw somewhere (like a missed part or sm) dm me so i could fix it #id go through it again anyway but just in case #oh and it's literally just dan's substitles so all credits to him or whoever did that #hmm i wonder if they hired someone. interesting #have fun #the script

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A tale of red of blue | S. Todoroki X Reader X K. Bakugo [Pt 4]

Fantasy AU! Part 4:

guess who forgot to add ‘reader’ in the last fantasy au thing? yea i made it gay by accident wHOOPSIES but at least it’s fixed now lol

Scrambling around with the long boots, you were satisfied with the look and headed down to the courtyard, near the castle’s stables.

You’d met up briefly with your mother for breakfast, and she asked you how you were finding things.

“Oh, pretty good. I made a few friends here, so that’s neat.”

The words were true, you were having fun in your first few days and had indeed made a few new friends.

“Wow, took you long enough.” The ash-blond huffed, watching you sprint across the grass. It hadn’t occurred to you that maybe you should hurry up a bit...

“Well, she’s here now so it doesn’t matter. Good morning, [Name].” You grinned, huffing a little. “Mornin’ peppermint, Bakugo.”

“Peppermint?” “You remind me of a peppermint. I can give you a different nickname if you’d like.” The cold boy eyed you for a moment, wondering why you’d give him of all people a nickname.

“No, it’s fine.” He decided, watching you stand up straight once again. Was it him, or did you suit trousers better than most Princes he knew?

“So, Bakugo, you said something about horses?” He grinned and you two followed him through the dark ebony gates.

“Yep, Pocchari, half n’ half, meet the dragon kingdom’s horses.”

Your mouth fell open in shock, looking at the large impressive beasts.

They were a lot taller than regular horses, ranging from black to sandy-white. Thick braided manes and tails, shiny shoe-clad hooves and impressive polished saddle equipment.

“Wow.” You watched as Bakugo strode over to one, giving it a friendly pat. “[Name] you’re riding this one. You take this one.” He walked past Todoroki, being sure to give him a small shove as he did.

The saddle and tacks matched the riding gear Bakugo was wearing, black and golden. He suited it well, though you kinda missed his cape.

You approached the horse, holding out your hand and running your fingers over it’s velvety nose. It sniffed, and butted your hand almost like a cat would.

“Well don’t just stand there petting it, get on.” You glanced over to where Bakugo had already jumped up onto his horse, staring impatiently at you.

You squared your shoulders and clambered onto the tall animal, struggling a little as the horses here were several hands taller than at home.

You patted the horse, seizing the reigns in your dominant hand. “Right, if you two aren’t total idiots then I trust you can follow me.”

For an angry hedgehog, Bakugo did seem to be a fairly good leader. Your horse (which you had dubbed Gordon) fell into step besides Todoroki, and he glanced over to you.

“Are you alright? You look a little wobbly.” You shrugged. “Eh, I’m cool. I haven’t been riding in a little while though, so I guess I’m just rusty. You?”

“I’m a nonpareil rider, I have confidence I can keep up with Bakugo.” You snorted. “Wow, confidence is key huh? We’ll see how good you really are.”

Bakugo lead the two of you through a pasture, then out of a large ebony gate. You looked around as you passed trees, arriving in an empty field with a large barn in the corner.

You lead your horse in a few circles, grinning like an idiot as you approached the other two.

“This field is a pretty remote spot, so we won’t have damn servants bothering us all the fuckin’ time.” It was then that you looked at his horse, and almost fell off once you realised how... fitting it seemed, for someone like Bakugo.

It was a little taller than your horse, and a dark chestnut brown. But it seemed almost bull-like, eyes darting around as though it was challenging your horse.

“Fancy a race?” The words slipped from your mouth before you could even acknowledge them, and you watched a cocky look emerge on Bakugo’s face.

“Really? You think you can win?” You shrugged, turning around to Todoroki. “It seems Bakugo doesn’t wanna race me, how about you?”

You stifled a laugh as Bakugo angrily spluttered at you. “You- I never said I wouldn’t, mizetto!” “Alrighty then, how about from here to that barn? First one wins?”

He grinned. “You’ll never win, but I’d be glad. Don’t cry when you get your asses handed to you though!”

Todoroki sighed. “You two are really going to race?”

“You’re not?” You asked. He shook his head, stepping away. “Count us out. It’s not exactly in my interests.”

“But I thought you were nonpareil, elite, you know?” He glanced sideways at you, before bringing his horse besides the two of you.

“Fine. You’re awfully persistent, [Name].” You simply smiled. “I don’t know what you mean. First to that barn wins. Ready...? Set...”

You took the reigns with both hands, hunching forwards.

“GO!!”

Earth flew in all directions as the three of you charged towards the old brick building, mostly neck and neck. You watched as the two princes were neck and neck, both keeping up with each other.

Nothing could have prepared you for what happened next, as the only thing you saw was a couple movements from some bushes nearby, then a flurry of ginger foxes dashed in front of you.

Being the one in the back, your horse rearing up at the sudden flurry of animals among its hooves, and all you could do was try and cling on as it bolted.

Your attempts were in vain as you yelped for the horse to stop. It ignored you and continued sprinting, straight past the others.

“[Name], what the fu-” “Bakugo, it’s bolting! [Name] hold on!” Bakugo looked in shock as the horse cleared the fence, your frame clinging on for dear life as to not be thrown off and killed.

They charged after you, but the fence was so high that the two horses halted immediately, nearly throwing the two off.

“Dammit! Fucking- DAMMIT!!” Bakugo yelled, and his horse gave him an annoyed glare. “Bakugo, calm down. We need to go collect [Name] and quickly, she might be thrown off a cliff.”

Bakugo gripped the reigns tightly and glared at him. “Shut it, half n’ half! I’m going to get [Name] and that damned horse, you can do whatever you want!”

He urged the horse over the shorter fence and Todoroki watched in annoyance as Bakugo recklessly followed you. He patted his horse, and jumped the fence himself, listening for whatever direction you had gone.

He could faintly hear frantic hoof-beats maybe 320 yard East? It certainly was Eastwards, so he curved around the forest, intending to catch up to you from the side.

As much as he didn’t really understand it, he cared about your well-being, and was concerned that you might be seriously injured.

Also, he didn’t want Bakugo swooping in and being the knight-in-shining-armour for some reason. The feeling of him tenderly rescuing you just didn’t sit right with him, especially since he seemed so cold towards Todoroki.

He supposed that was a good enough reason, and urged the horse to go quicker so that he could reach you faster. He knew the horse wouldn’t buck you off, but the question was, would you have let go?

He sure hoped not, as that would probably break something. ‘[Name], hang in there.’

[To be continued… ☆]

#bnha #bnha x reader #todoroki x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha fantasy au #part four #your-lover-academia

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Stages: Recovery

Stages: Intimate Friends: Pt.1: Recovery

ShadAmy (Friends to lovers SLOW BURN)

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Previous: https://another-sonic-blog.tumblr.com/post/190590212605/stages-close-friends-pt4-the-realization

Shadow wasn't doing good.

To Amy, that was more than obvious. She didn't think he was going to take the 'live with me' so seriously. Amy thought that he was going to stay only a couple of weeks until he found a better place to live.

This is Shadow we are talking about after all.

He wouldn't want to live in an old rusty building, and although Amy enjoyed very much his company, she was starting to get annoyed at him.

Annoyed at the fact that he was bringing in females to his dorm at night.

Amy knew that Shadow was hurting and badly and this was his way to cope with Maria leaving him.

Going out Chaos knows where and sleeping with as many girls as possible.

Amy wouldn't have minded at all at the beginning, Shadow was a male hedgehog after all and he had his needs like everyone.

However, this wasn't the beginning.

Amy liked Shadow way too much to see him going out with other girls. Jealousy will overtake her and made her avoid him at all costs.

She preferred to give a blind eye than to see Shadow with other girls simply because it pained her.

Amy laid in her bed, as she watched the moon from her window. It was 4 a.m. and she could hear giggles coming from the other room where Shadow resided.

Female giggles.

She didn't know why she was keeping up with this.

Oh yeah, it was because she loved him.

"Shadow, I don't want to intrude but, if you want to have fun with your friends, there's plenty of hotels out there." Amy added, "Please be considerate, I live here too and um ... I hear everything."

Amy was in Shadow's dorm, it wasn't anything like his apartment but it still had that wet soil smell to it. His room was clean and organized unlike hers.

She was expecting him to be embarrassed or at least show some type of shame but instead, she met calm eyes.

"I'll try my best." He said.

Amy sighed, she can't threaten him to kick him out of the Resistance. She just didn't have the heart nor the energy to deal with that.

She gave him a smile which he returned, feeling relieved that his friend seemed to have forgiven him.

"Anyways, where do you go every night?" Asked Amy, she was about to take a seat on his bed but decided not and with a disgusted look she moved to a dining chair.

"I go drinking to get drunk."

Shadow rolled his eyes in amusement as he watched Amy. Did she believe that he didn't wash his bedsheets?

"I thought you didn't like drinking alcohol."

"Well, I don't exactly drink alcohol."

Amy gave him a confused look, which Shadow enjoyed very much

"You can't get drunk if you don't drink alcohol," said Amy.

"Yes, you can."

"How?"

Shadow then pointed to a green large bottle. To Amy, it looked like a champagne or vodka bottle. But even so, it didn't make much sense to her. To her knowledge, Shadow couldn't get drunk even if he tried. His body would detoxify rapidly and the effect would last a few minutes.

She looked at him once more, intrigued and Shadow gave her a smirk.

Her heart skipped a bit, damn it, she was too into him.

"That is-"

A knock interrupted Shadow and he growled between his teeth. He already had an idea of who could it be.

Amy went towards the door and opened it as it reveled the blue bur.

"Hey, Ames. Ready to go to work?"

Amy smiled at him, "Yes, let's go!"

Shadow watched the couple from afar. He sighed, he took into notice that lately, whenever he had some free time with Amy, their time was always interrupted by Sonic.

He was always taking her to work. Shadow had told Amy that Sonic was unnecessary. He was more than capable to take her to work; or if she wanted, she could take his bike.

And even so, she rejected him. She preferred to go with Sonic and even if Shadow didn't want to admit it ... that kinda hurt him.

She was giving him too much attention and Shadow disliked that. He knew that as a friend, he shouldn't get angry at Amy for wanting to go out with other friends. He was fine when she went out with Rouge or Cream but when it was Sonic.

He felt threatened. He felt as if Sonic would take her away from him at any moment.

Shadow was insecure, insecure at the fact that maybe one day, for some reason the friendship he has with Amy will disappear. Just like Maria disappear from his life.

Amy waved him goodbye and she held Sonic's hand.

And Shadow felt that same feeling of insecurity overtake him.

More giggles.

Amy tried to cover her eyes with her pillow but it wasn't working. She could feel her face get warmer as the giggles stopped.

Now she could hear him. Soft breathing suddenly became heavier and gasp for airs became more frequent. Grunts and delicate moaning filled her room and-

Chaos, she couldn't take it anymore.

As if her prayers were heard, she felt her phone vibrating next to her. She didn't care who it was, she just needed a distraction. She answered her phone.

"Hey Ames, sorry to wake you up but can you look outside your window?"

Amy did instantly and she found Sonic on his phone waving at her.

"What are you doing here?"

Amy sighed, she was always happy to see him. He proved once again that he had perfect timing and that he was truly her hero.

Sonic smiled from down the building to Amy, "Do you want to go for a walk?"

"So, are you ever going to tell him that you lost your job because you fought Maria?"

The reason why Sonic always took Amy to 'work' was that she didn't have one. Amy was hiding from Shadow the fact that she was fired from her job. She kindly asked Sonic to pretend to take her to work, but instead, he would take her to different job interviews.

However, rumors spread quickly and Amy was soon banned from working at other restaurants or shops. She was labeled as a 'troublemaker.'

"I don't think so, Shadow has already too much to think about," Amy said.

"Yeah, because fucking every day takes a lot of thinking," Sonic replied, anger showed in his voice.

"Sonic!"

"What? It's true!"

Although Sonic was happy that Amy tells him everything, he was angered that Shadow wasn't aware of all the things Amy was going through because of him.

But enough of that, he only cared about giving Amy some proper sleep.

He could tell that she wasn't getting enough sleep. He didn't want to tell her but he knew that Shadow's hookups must keep her awake at night.

Sonic placed his arm around her as they arrived at Sonic's apartment. Since he was staying for some time in the city, he decided that having a place of his own would be better than to disrupt the privacy of his two-tailed best friend.

"Thank you for letting me stay tonight at your place," said Amy, she was carrying a white bag which had clothes and utilities she needed for the night.

Sonic gave her a small pat on her back, "No problem, let's get this sleepover started."

Shadow opened his eyes and found a red cat girl on his bed, next to him.

What was her name? Jessica? Emma? Ana?

Not like he cares, she would leave as soon as she wakes up.

Shadow stood up from his bed and picked up a box of cigarettes that were on his dining table. He walked to the door and closed it behind him pretty loudly as if he wanted to wake the female that was in his room.

He hated heights, but still decided to smoke at the rooftop on the Resistance. Lately, he was finding himself doing things he didn't like to do.

As he reached the rooftop, he took a lighter out of his jacket's pocket and tuned on his cigarette. He took a breath out of it and exhale it. He actually liked the smell of the cigarette and he enjoyed doing it.

Shadow looked at the sunrise, he never thought he would come back to this place. Less, that he would become very close friends with the pink hedgehog.

He instantly smiled at the thought of the pink one. Amy's laugh and smile resonated in his head.

A sense of guilt overtook him as he remembered her request.

Amy was always there for him and this is how he pays her? By bringing uninvited guests to her house?

He tried, but he couldn't stop.

Shadow's heart still ached whenever he thought about Maria. He had no other scape, Shadow couldn't get drunk, he couldn't get addicted to drugs or cigarettes and for sure none of the things brought him any pleasure but sex.

His heart was always aching, he tried many things but the only thing that seemed to satisfy his broken heart for a couple of hours was intimacy.

For the moments he shares with other females were his only distraction and pain reliever.

But also, there was Amy. Probably the only one who could put his heart at ease and the only one who steals him a smile from time to time.

But even she was slowly separating from him.

And the more she went away, the more Shadow wanted to look for someone to do the intimacy he was craving.

Shadow finished his cigarette and turned it off properly before going back inside the building. It was a chilly morning and he was planning to go to Amy's room just to make sure she had enough blankets.

And if he was lucky, maybe he could sleep next to her like the time they did before.

Shadow arrived at her door and knocked several times. It was a Saturday and it was her free day, maybe she was just very asleep.

He knocked at again, but once again no response.

He began to think that maybe she was angry at him for bringing in another female to his room.

He knocked loudly this time and when he didn't get a response, he decided to enter her room.

Her room was messy, which didn't surprise Shadow at the minimum. Most of the days her room was like this but Saturday morning she would wake up early to clean. He thought he would find Amy doing some cleaning of the sort but instead he found an empty room.

It was 7:45 a.m. and in Shadow's knowledge, Amy was a heavy sleeper. She should be here, sleeping or cleaning. He walked towards her restroom, hoping that she would be there but nothing. He checked the small kitchen but nothing again.

He checked on the entirety of the Resistance building ... and nothing.

Shadow went back to her room as the same feeling began to overtake him. It was that same feeling he felt when Maria left him.

He sat on her bed as he touched his pounding heart, a bit of comfort came to him when he smelled her scent coming off her bedsheets.

But even that couldn't make him stop feeling this way.

Ever since Maria left him, there hasn't been a single day in which Amy wasn't with him. Even if it was just a couple of hours, Amy was there.

She had become an essential part of his everyday life but today, she wasn't there.

Shadow's heartbeat began to increase, his hands began to sweat and for the first time in his life, he thought he was going to get sick.

Would Amy be able to leave him? Did she really leave him?

No, Amy wasn't Maria.

But once again, he never expected Maria to leave him. He never thought that the one he loved the most would abandon him.

And there he was, holding his hands on his head trying to deny the thought.

Because although he didn't love Amy romantically, he did love her as a friend.

He would never expect her to leave him.

After a well deserved night of sleep, Amy had finally arrived at her home. Sonic and she spend a lovely night together. They watched movies, play video games and she even convinced him to do face masks with him.

It was 5 p.m. and she wondered if Shadow had woken up already. Maybe they could grab or make some dinner together.

She opened the door that leads to her room and she was surprised to see Shadow seating on the edge of her bed with his hands on his head as if he had a headache.

Shadow's head snapped so quickly to look at her that for a second Amy was scared to look at him.

And oh Chaos, if looks could kill, Amy would have been long dead.

"Where were you?"

Shadow's voice was deep, deeper and even had a raspy tone to it.

Amy stood quiet, still not understanding the event that was unfolding in front of her.

"Where were you?"

Shadow asked again, his voice was angrier and if Amy didn't know him well, she could hear that he was hurt.

Shadow approached her and it didn't take him long to find out who she was with.

It was Amy's scent mixed with Sonic's. For the first time, Shadow found something that he loved and hated at the same time.

Crazy thoughts began to fog his head.

It wasn't like he was jealous.

But Amy was wearing short shorts, a white strapless blouse that made every curve of her body stand out. To add to that, her hair was messy, her lips looked plumper and for some strange reason, her skin seemed healthier.

He knew this look too very well.

This was the same look the females would wear when they leave his room.

No, he wasn't jealous.

He was infuriated.

"I am guessing you are also having some fun."

As if it was venom, Shadow's words affected Amy but not the way he wanted to.

"Excuse me?" Amy said, giving Shadow one last chance to back up before she lashes out on him.

"You tell me about keeping it down while you are out there with Sonic."

"Yes, I was with him." Amy wasn't afraid, she was beginning to feel annoyed at Shadow. If he could smell Sonic's scent on her, she was capable as well of smelling the scent of different females in him. "And I don't understand why you are so angry about it."

"I am not angry that you slept with him, I don't give a shit about that," Shadow said. "But I've seen this so many times already that I know what's going to happen."

"Oh, and what exactly is going to happen?" Amy said sarcastically, her anger increased with every word that came out of Shadow's mouth.

Shadow stood a few seconds quiet, recollecting his thoughts. How could she be so calm? Didn't she know the hell she made him go threw just a few moments ago?

"You are going to go fuck other guys." He replied.

Amy felt offended by his comment but realizing that the calmer she kept, the angrier he got and that was what she wanted to see.

"And what if I do? That's none of your fucking business."

This is it, her calmness. Her stance. It looked too much like her.

This was what Shadow always wanted, to have her in front of him. Expressing the things he couldn't say.

He had forgotten, that Amy wasn't Maria.

"It's is my fucking business because I know that moment you become a whore you are going to fucking leave me!" Shadow took a deep breath, giving her the final blow. "You are going to leave me just like Maria did!"

Shadow never thought that the most painful thing he could experience was the hurt look that overtook Amy's face. Her body trembled ever so often and her eyes expressed a certain disappointment and hurt that Shadow couldn't quiet make sure what it was.

Amy wasn't angry at Shadow, on the contrary, she pities him to an extent. Maria was still in his mind, haunting every single aspect of his life and she couldn't do anything about it.

But it also hurt her. If there was one thing Amy was sure about in her life, it was that she was unable to leave Shadow.

Yes, she had to admit that she was avoiding him lately. But it pained her, oh, it just pained her so much seeing him with other girls.

Because even if it was only one night, she wished she was them. The one who could bring him comfort when he needed it. The one he could be intimate with even if it was only for his carnal needs.

And it pained her even more, that she couldn't tell him.

Shadow gave Amy one last look, he just couldn't bear to see her like that. Mostly because it was him the one who caused it.

He walked past her and left her room.

Rouge entered the Central Hospital as fast as she could. Omega followed closed to her and she even ran a little when she noticed Sonic sitting in the waiting room.

"What happened?" She asked, almost out of breath as she used all of her energy to come to the hospital.

"I found her in Shadow's room, on the floor. Next to her was a green bottle. I think it was alcohol," Sonic said. "But the doctors can't seem to figure out what it is."

"Wait, a green large bottle?" Rouge asked, she was thinking of the worse.

"Yes."

"I am calling Shadow," Rouge said as she pulled out her phone but Sonic stopped him.

"Don't, I am sure that Amy is here because he did something to her-"

"We need to know what is in that bottle so we can help the doctors cure Amy." Rouge added, "And Shadow is the only one who knows what's on it."

This time, his head felt fuzzy, he had drunk too much and even with a very beautiful girl next to him, he still felt guilty about yesterday.

Suddenly his door slammed open, revealing a very angry bat, storming towards the hedgehog.

"What the fuck are you-"

"So this is the reason why you didn't answer your cellphone?" Rouge yelled at him, "Sonic was right, you are too busy fucking to even care-"

"Wait, Sonic?"

Shadow's hookup was terrified and the hedgehog and the bat didn't protest when she grabbed her clothes and left the room quietly.

When she left, Rouge's eyes asserted to Shadow again.

Shadow was more annoyed at the fact that Sonic told Rouge about his doings because the only person who knew about this was Amy.

Meaning that Amy most have told him.

Meaning that she trusted him a lot.

Meaning that they were close friends... Intimate friends.

"I was calling you last night! Why didn't you answer?!" Rouge asked again.

"As you could see, I was busy."

"It was important! I needed to know what was in the green bottle you brought with you at the Christmas party!"

Shadow really thought he was going delusional. Was this just a strange dream? Why was Rouge asking such a random question?

"That's none of your business. Nobody should drink that but me." Shadow said as he rubbed his eyes with hands.

"I know but Amy didn't know and she drank of it."

Shadow's heart stopped for a second.

"What?"

"She drank off it, the doctors couldn't tell what it was ... we tried calling you but you wouldn't answer and she ..." Rouge's voice broke and her eyes began to water. "Shadow ... she ..."

She couldn't finish her sentence as she broke into tears. She suddenly felt firm hands around her arms, Shadow had a pleading look and she almost felt bad for faking all of this.

But the boy needed a severe punishment.

"Where is she?" He asked, his voice trembled.

"In Central Hospital-"

And with that, Shadow vanished from her sight.

"I need to see her!"

"Sir, you can't, you need to wait!"

"If you don't let me see her right now, I swear I-"

Shadow felt his voice crack, his desperation had no measurement. His hands tremble and once again that feeling overtook him.

His world began to turn black, he could hear every single beat of his heart and his eyesight began to fail him.

"I need to see her." Shadow said pleading to the nurse, "Please ... I need to-"

"Shadow?"

Shadow came back to himself as he heard her voice. He turned his face to where the angelic voice called him and he felt himself breath again as he saw Amy.

She was holding onto the wall, she was wearing a hospital gown and although her appearance wasn't the best; to Shadow, it was the most beautiful sight he has seen.

He almost felled as he stumbled to get to Amy, his shoes made a squeaky sound as they made contact with the clean floor.

He wanted to hug her but stopped himself on his tracks as he thought that his embrace might hurt her.

"Patient Rose, go back to your room! You shouldn't be standing!"

Now it was very awkward, Shadow was seating on a chair, next to Amy as she layed on her bed.

On one hand, Shadow felt incredibly stupid and he made a mental note that Rouge will definitely pay for this. On the other, he felt incredibly guilty because even if Amy wasn't in any danger anymore, she was like this because of him.

"I wanted to see if you were in your room ... the door was open and I saw the green bottle," Amy said, breaking the silence of the two. "I got curious and I took a sip of it, thinking it was vodka. I didn't know it was poison."

"It's more than just poison, that green bottle has every poison known to humunaity," said Shadow. "It's the only thing that can get me 'drunk' sort of say."

"And you drink that? Shadow, that's bad for you!"

At that moment, Shadow's heart warmed up. There it was again, that new feeling he couldn't describe.

But it made him feel good.

"I am the ultimate life form, I can't die from it." Shadow added, "But you in the other hand, I am surprised you made it."

"Rouge told Sonic about the green bottle and he was fast enough to go to the Resistance and bring it here ... the doctors were able to give me the proper medication and empty my stomach in time."

Once again, Shadow felt anger rise in him. Sonic was again saving Amy, pulling her closer to him with his actions.

But this time, he realized he needed to thank him next time he sees the blue one.

"I am sorry ..." Shadow said as he looked to the floor, embarrassed. "For everything."

"I am sorry too."

"For what?"

"For worrying you." Amy said, "And for avoiding you."

Shadow's eyes now met green eyes and he waited for her to continue.

"I am sorry, I should have been there for you. I just didn't know what to say. I was scared that I might say something wrong." Amy played with her bedsheets, out of embarrassment. "You needed affection and because of that you went to other girls instead of coming to me-"

"No, I went to those girls because I wanted to do things to them I don't want to do with you." said Shadow, "So, don't feel bad-"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Shadow saw that Amy got offended at his comment, she was taking it the wrong way and he didn't want that.

"I am saying that I would never want to have sex with you." He said clearly.

Amy left out a grunt and and pouted, "Well, I am sorry I am that disgusting."

Shadow began to panic again, he didn't want an angry Amy. "No, that's not what I meant!"

Shadow stood up from his seat and he placed himself in front of Amy, making her look at him. "You aren't disgusting, I think you look very attractive! Even with that thin gown! I can see your-"

Shadow stopped himself as he saw Amy's flustered face, she covered her chest area in embarrassment.

Why was it that when it came to Amy, he couldn't think properly?

"What I am trying to say is that you are too innocent to for that, I couldn't-"

"Innocent? Shadow I am a grown woman, I know-"

"Yes, wait no, I mean, we could do it if you wanted to."

"You want to do it?!" Amy exclaimed as she blushed.

"I-"

Shadow gave it a thought. Amy was his friend, but he would be lying if he said that the thought of being intimate with Amy didn't cross his mind before.

But those thoughts soon left his mind when he realized that he preferred a friendship based on intimate emotions than a friendship based on carnal desires.

But the curiosity still was with him.

"Would ... would you have said yes?"

Why the hell did he ask that? What has taken over him? He was feeling angrier now, what was it with Amy Rose that she had him like this?

He felt all emotions when he was with her, sadness, anger, frustration, happiness and something else he couldn't describe yet.

Amy was freaking out mentally, was Shadow serious? Don't get her wrong, she loves that guy and she would give everything to be with him.

She wanted to be with him emotionally and physically. She couldn't deny that fact.

"If it made you feel better then ... maybe ..."

She was nervous. What if she tells him? Was this the right moment to tell him that she loves him? But if Shadow doesn't feel that way then their friendship would be ruined.

And of course, Shadow didn't feel the same. He was Shadow the Hedgehog, a successful G.U.N. agent, and world hero.

And she was only a waitress ... Oh wait no, she was less than that. She was unemployed.

"Amy you don't have to do anything ... You already make me feel happy just by being alive."

The words came out of his mouth so naturally that it even took Shadow by surprise. Their eyes crossed and Shadow got lost in her green emerald eyes. He had seen a lot of beautiful jewels before but none could ever be compared to Amy's eyes.

For a moment, he couldn't control his body as the feeling he didn't know about overtook him. He got closer to her as he held her hand softly. They kept getting closer to each other and Amy wasn't pushing away either.

Suddenly, their moment was interrupted as they heard knocking in the door.

The nurse smiled as she entered the room.

"Greeting Ms. Rose, your boyfriend is here to visit you."

"Oh, yes let him in please," Amy replied.

This took Shadow by surprise, he looked at the door, waiting to see who was the bastard who the nurses referred to as Amy's boyfriend.

And of course, it was him.

Sonic showed up, holding a boutique of flowers and as he gave them to Amy, he said said:

"I am glad you are in recovery now, babe."

A/N: A new arc! Intimate Friends is here! I can write a 4k600 word fic in a day but I can't write a 2000 word essay on Socrates and Machiavelli? Something must be wrong with me lol. Keep in mind this story may have a lot of mistakes, I do apologize for any grammatical errors.

Anyways, this chapter was tuned out to be completely different from what I originally thought of. This was supposed to be a 'fluff' chapter but I realized it wasn't logical. I think that after what Shadow went through, he would be depressed and he would try to cope with it somehow.

So this chapter's title is 'Recovery' because Shadow has finally started to recover from his horrible relationship with Maria.

He still feels insecure but Amy does help him feel better and I will slowly develop Shadow's feelings towards Amy as we go along.

Once again, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Until next time :)

Next: Soon.

#Shadamy #shadow and amy #shadowxamy #shadamy au #shadamy fanfiction #shadow x amy #shadow the hedgehog #Amy Rose #sonic fanfiction #sonic fanfic #amyrose #fanfic #fan fiction #romance

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broken-clover · 4 years

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AU-gust Day 11- Farm

I return with more ridiculousness!

I will admit I am not a total expert on Sonic Lore, but I played Sonic Heroes growing up and I love Big the Cat (I mean, dude loves frogs, it’s only natural) so this might be a bit bizarre compared to the rest of what I have so far, but here’s a quick Sonic fic with team Rose being good buddies!

Amy hadn’t been expecting to spot a familiar face on the train, but it was a delightful surprise to spot a familiar pair of floppy tan ears, with an upbeat chao circling around them.

“Hey, Cream!” She stuck a hand up in the air and waved as she approached the younger girl. “Long time no see!”

“Miss Amy? Hello!” After a brief moment of confusion, Cream smiled and waved back, with Cheese bobbing excitedly and kicking his little feet. “Are you heading to Mystic Ruins, too?”

“Huh? Yeah, that’s exactly where I’m headed, how did you know?” Amy tilted her head and pulled an envelope from her bag. “I got this invitation…”

“Me too!” Cream smiled, pulling out an identical one. “How exciting! Yours is from Mr. Big as well, isn’t it?”

“That’s right. I wonder what he’s up to? It sounded like he was excited to show us whatever it was that he’s been working on.”

Amy pulled the letter out of its sleeve and unfolded it so she could read it again. She had seen his handwriting before, so it was clear to her that he had been insistent on writing their letters slowly and carefully to make them look nice. It seemed that this, whatever it was, was very important to him, and he wanted his friends to see it.

‘Dear Amy, it read, in thick black letters. ’I’ve been working on something very cool! And you are a very good friend. I want you to come see it, please! Please come to Mystic Ruins next tuesday, I will wait at the train station so I can show you! I hope you like it!

-Big the Cat’

“Any ideas what his ‘something cool’ might be, Cream?”

“Hmm…” The rabbit tapped at her chin, with Cheese mimicking her. “He’s a fisherman, maybe he caught a very large fish that he wants to show us?”

“That might be it. Maybe he’s gonna make dinner out of it!”

“I suppose we’ll find out very soon, won’t we? It shouldn’t be much longer to the station.”

The two girls spent the rest of their short trip chatting about what they’d been up to. It didn’t feel like there had been much of a wait when an announcement came over the intercom.

“Mystic Ruins station, we are approaching Mystic Ruins station. Please do not attempt to exit the train until it has come to a complete stop and the doors have been fully opened. Have a nice day!”

“Oh! Cream, this is our stop!” Amy took her smaller companion by the hand and led her out onto the platform once the train had stopped. As soon as they did, both girls spotted a familiar figure at the bottom of the stairs.

“Mr. Big!” Cream fluttered down, trailed by Cheese and Amy.

“Nice to see ya!” Amy flashed him a smile and a wave. “Glad we didn’t show up too early.”

“You came!!” Big threw his arms around the girls and pulled them into a tight, warm hug. In one hand, he held what appeared to be a pile of straw tangled together.

“Of course we came!” Replied Amy. “We’re excited to see that big surprise you were talking about!”

“Daw, well I’m super excited to show you! I’ve been working really hard on it!” When he finally let them go, he dropped the strange thing in his hands on their heads.

“Huh? What’s this?” The hedgehog pulled the object off to get a better look at it. “Is this a hat?”

“Yeah-huh! Straw hats are super important!” Big’s tail wagged behind him in excitement. “Let’s go! I really want to show you!”

The two obliged, though they were undeniably curious, both regarding their destination and the peculiar straw hats. They had to have some sort of relevance, but nothing came to mind- well, maybe that wasn’t necessarily true. As they began to wander a beaten path into the thickets, the waxy leaves dripped moisture, and Amy noticed that she never noticed any water fall down her back with the hat’s brim in the way. Maybe that was it?

“Are we going to your house, Big?” Amy asked, realizing that the route was familiar.

“Sorta!” He replied with a good-natured chuckle. “It’s right by it.”

Cream bounded up to him, with little flaps to help her jump. “Mr. Big, can I ask a question?”

“Yuh-huh!”

“Where is Froggy? Isn’t he usually with you?”

Amy couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed. They both knew how much Big absolutely adored his small friend. Why wasn’t Froggy with him?

For a moment, both girls wondered if their companion’s bright mood was going to be immediately soured by the fact that he’d misplaced his beloved friend again. But to their surprise, Big continued to smile, and laughed once again.

“You’re really good at guessing, Cream! Really good!”

Neither of them were entirely sure what he was trying to convey. Especially with the steadily increasing sounds of something in the distance. But it wasn’t a confusion that lasted long. The tall plants gave way to a neat little clearing where the man’s humble shack stood- but it was immediately apparent that some renovations had been made. A little barnhouse had been built into it, and neat little fences had been erected around a couple of nearby ponds.

“A farm!” Cream chirped with glee. “Mr. Big, your house is a farm!”

Well, that sort of explained the hats. Amy suddenly realized what the odd noises were. “Not just any farm...it’s a frog farm!”

“Heehee!” Big seemed equally excited. “Surprise! I was making a little house for Froggy, but then it kept getting bigger and bigger!”

He led them to the small barnhouse. A good portion of it was devoted to another small pond, where several frogs relaxed on lilypads and let out melodic croaks. “Froggy! Hello!” Big scooped up a familiar specimen and held it out to his guests. “Froggy has a lot of friends now. An’ I feed them and take good care of them!”

“They’re soooo cute!” Cream said. “I used to think frogs were a little creepy, but you really showed me how cute they can be, Mr. Big!”

“All frogs are good frogs.” Big nodded. “You two can hold them, but wash your hands first! Dirty hands are bad for frogs and it makes them sick!”

There were a pair of spigots built into the wall over a little basin. “I guess it makes sense for a lot of frogs to live here.” Said Amy, as she began scrubbing her hands clean. “It’s so damp out in Mystic Ruins, they probably like it here!”

“I can’t imagine what it would be like, being wet all the time.” Said Cream. “But I guess I’m not a frog. They probably don’t know what it’s like having fur all over them, either.”

“There is a kind of frog that has hair!” Big piped up from the other end of the barn, where he was sitting with Froggy. “It’s not really hair, though. Just looks like it. It also has tiny claws!” When the girls came back, he stood back up and ushered them towards the water. “Holding frogs is kinda hard the first couple times, but I’ll help you!”

Big scooped one off of a lilypad. The animal seemed completely unfazed by it, and simply let itself be held. He offered it to Cream. “Here! This one is very calm, he will sit still for you!”

“Woah, they really are all smooth and slimy…” Cream’s expression was a mix of fascination and faint unease. “Am I holding him right?”

“Yeah-huh! Keep up the good work!” After making sure the frog was secure, Big bent over the water again and scooped up another frog. “Amy, here’s one for you!”

She had gone in expecting to be completely fine with the whole thing, but as soon as she felt the wet stickiness of it, she squeaked in panic and flinched back. “It feels weird!”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Big said, though he still looked disappointed.

Amy steeled herself. “No, I can do it! I can do it.”

“Okay.” He tried holding it out to her again. Amy lifted her hands to accept the frog...only for it to jump and stick to her face.

“EEK!” She shrieked, only barely stopping herself from swatting the thing clean off. “It’s on me! It’s on me!”

“Hold still! I’ve got it.” With a couple of attempts, Big managed to take it off, and he held onto the frog carefully to keep it from hopping off.

Cream gave an empathetic wince. “Sorry, Miss Amy. Are you okay?”

“M’sorry about that.” Said Big, placing the frog back in the water. “That doesn’t usually happen.”

Amy’s expression was blank and unreadable. A bit of slime plastered the bangs to her eyes. After a moment, a faint smile twitched at the end of her lip.

“Heh...ehehe...hahahaha!” Despite the mess, Amy began to laugh, smiling brightly. “I guess that means it likes me!”

#AU-gust #writing #sonic the hedgehog #big the cat #Amy Rose #cream the rabbit

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incorrectly-quoted-queers · 5 years

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A Room Full of Vampires

A Drawfee Fanfiction

John’s sister was the lamest best friend he ever had.

They had planned to go to the movies for a week now, after months of John begging her to go with him. She only caved because this double feature landed on his birthday, and he promised she’d get out of buying him a gift if she went.

Cheapskate she was, Ava readily agreed.

For the past few days, he’d been so excited about it. He planned on going all out at the snack bar, he’d bring a blanket, the works. It would be like when they were kids and they used to watch movies in blanket forts when their parents went on dates.

Considering John’s birthday last year was the worst thing that happened to him, he deserved to have some serious nostalgic fun on this one.

But that morning, when he woke up to only one text, all it said was a weak apology that she couldn’t make it because her boyfriend had a work event. Then about twenty minutes later she added a proper, “Happy Birthday”.

Cool. First birthday single in ten years and not even his sister wanted to spend the day with him. It was fine.

Totally fine.

However, when it was 7 pm and John hadn’t left his house and had totally demolished a pint of red velvet ice cream, he concluded that maybe it wasn’t fine.

By the time the first movie of his fantasized double feature was almost over, John was pretty damn sick of staring down the liter of Mountain Dew and feeling sorry for himself. He looked in the mirror. Sure his hair was a mess and he still was wearing yesterday’s clothes, but he was a perfectly capable 26-year-old man. If he wanted to go to the movies on his birthday, he could go all by himself, dammit.

Feeling a surge of self-confidence (possibly fueled by his energy drink overdose) he vibed with the electricity running under his skin. That’s right. He was an averagely attractive, somewhat active, not dead human. He could go out and do anything!

Granted, he couldn’t fly. He caught himself a taxi the second he got outside. He wasn’t an animal.

When he reached the theater, the box office was derelict, save an arguing couple buying tickets. In the dark night, the platinum blonde, with arguably fabulous long hair, glistened under the bright lights. The duo looked a lot fancier than him, but sometimes people cosplayed to the theaters, so that’s what he figured was going on. Since the second feature was Cats, maybe they just really liked musicals and wanted to get their Phantom of the Opera on. He just sorta shrugged it off and waited for them to be done.

But their bickering was pretty interesting. “Bertrand, we were supposed to go to an elaborate dinner tonight. But instead, you stayed at work late, missed our reservations, and you’re trying to make it up to me by taking me to a half-finished theater event? I’m not a dog, your scraps aren’t enough for me.”

“Bastian, I am trying to make it up to you. You love Cats. You’ve always loved Cats. You loved Cats before it even was on Broadway. This should be a fun substitute.”

“Well, maybe I wanted to see Sonic the Hedgedog, too.”

“It’s hedgehog, love.”

“Whatever.” The blonde, named Bastian, crossed his arms and stared at the movie posters, waiting for Bertrand to finish paying.

While John loved himself a good drama, the awkwardness of hearing a couple argue also made him want to shrivel up inside and die. On a normal day, that would’ve been enough to make him go home.

But not today.

Today was his birthday and he was going to see a movie, dammit.

After the way-too-fashionable men walked away, John walked up to the dead-eyed teenager. “One for the double feature.”

“What is up with you people, coming half-way through the show?”

He didn’t mean to, but John bristled from the inside out. Caffeine rage was no joke. “I am an adult and I live my life in a way that makes me happy. I look like a happy man, don’t I?”

“I don’t think I wanna answer that.” Handing over his tickets, the teen grimaced. “Enjoy the show, dude.”

John didn’t mean to get so rattled, so he gave the guy an awkward wave and hoped that he never met him again.

Okay, all the chaos had to be over now. He was going to walk into that theater, enjoy this damned movie, and prove that he was perfectly fine on his own. He didn’t need Ava or Stacy or anyone to make his birthday a good one. He was a 26-year-old man and--

Just as John pushed the doors to the theater open, he saw the couple from before standing in front of all the aisles, accompanied by two other oddly dressed men, four children, a bat, and a dog with...Wings?

Though John had been pumping his arms pretty intently, a man on a mission, he stopped dead.

All the way down the aisles, Bertrand said, “So that’s why I knew this double feature was happening.”

Behind the kids, the guy with a big cloak threw open his arms and yelled, “Boo!” They all jumped and squealed, but then threw themselves into his arms.

By all accounts, that should’ve been more than enough for John to leave. There was also a fair shot that, unless he was absolutely losing his mind, he might’ve just walked into a roomful of vampires. Or vampire cosplayers, at the very least, which wouldn’t be the strangest thing he walked in on. After all, nothing would ever beat Stacy getting bent over by a guy in a Teletubby costume.

He still had no clue what the guy’s face even looked like.

Cringing, John instead focused on watching the bizarre, but obviously happy family banter, hug, and bicker. Even the angry couple still obviously was very much in love with each other. Though he could hear Bastian’s petty comments all the way up the stairs, the guy kept making sure Bertrand never stepped on his own cloak. It was horribly sweet, even if it made him feel so much more alone.

Sitting down, he accepted that his night couldn’t get any weirder, so he might as well accept it.

The parents of the kids walked over to Bertrand and Bastian. The one who looked like he got hair tips from Doc Brown was patting Bertrand on the head. “So happy to have my older brother show up to our family outing!”

“It wasn’t on purpose, Victor.”

The shorter, more cartoonish guy shrugged. “Either way, Valentino and I are happy to see you. And so are the kids! Desdemona has been dying to see her “shiny-headed uncle”.”

“Balding is a completely natural part of the male aging process. I just unfortunately got stuck in the middle of it.”

Just as Victor opened his mouth, the lights dimmed. “Ooh! Time for the movie to start. Sit with us!”

Bastian patted Bertrand’s shoulder and he did this deep sigh, but he did it with such ease that it must be muscle memory from years of annoyance. John remembered when he and Ava used to have tics like that. They texted every other day, but the last time he saw her in person had to be months ago.

He didn’t even know what color her hair was right now. Knowing her, it probably changed a few times since the purple he saw last.

Even though Cats started up, and the CGI was a disturbing kind of mesmerizing, John couldn’t keep his eyes off the family in the first few rows. The way Bastian and Bertrand held each other’s sleeves was endearing. The little girl next to Bertrand kept leaning over and asking him questions, but no matter how tense he looked, it seemed like he always answered them. And while he didn’t quite understand what was happening, the one named Valentino held the tiny bat like it was a sweet, sleepy toddler.

His chest started to hurt, looking at them, but he also couldn’t look away. Vampire cosplayers or whatever, they were family. It made his own fingers feel so cold, so empty and killed his Mountain Dew buzz completely.

John looked to his own left and right and wondered how long it’d been since he got used to being alone. Those last few months with Stacy weren’t the best, and Ava drifted when--

Looking down at Victor and Valentino giggling and covering their kids’ eyes when the Cats were a little too sensual, he knew what the answer was: Ava had been distant since they lost their own version of those two.

When Ava and John’s parents died, it had been so sudden. Before that, they spent so much time together. Ava was his best friend, over at his apartment every few days for ramen or advice or to make him try out some new recipe she had. Mom and Dad would take them to farmer’s markets and book drives, supporting their dreams in their own, weird ways. And they all used to really love mini golf, no matter how dumb that was.

He couldn't remember the last time Ava stopped by his book store, even just to say hi.

Maybe he had a lot more going on than just being lonely; maybe Ava did, too.

Before John could really register what was going on, the lights were coming up and it felt like his heart was being torn out of his chest. His cheeks got wet and his lungs got so full of loneliness that they didn’t know they were a pair. He didn’t want it to end. He wanted to stay in this dark theater, living vicariously through this vampire family a little longer.

But crying in a near-empty movie theater doesn’t go unnoticed for long. “Um, sir? Are you okay?” The one named Victor was suddenly in front of him, touching his shoulder, with these kind, however dark and kinda creepy, eyes.

If this was a normal day, John would smile and play it off.

But today was his birthday, dammit.

Shaking his head, John said, ‘No.”

Behind him, the entire vampire family had pooled, all looking at him with their own dark, kinda creepy eyes. John wasn’t really in a place to judge, though, considering his were probably all puffy.

Victor asked, “Mind if I ask what it’s about?”

“You all are just a really beautiful family.” John sniffled and tried to rub away as many tears as he could. While the honesty felt nice, there was only so much shamelessness his very embarrassing soul could handle. “I think I got a little jealous.”

“Well, if you want, you can come join us for midnight mini-golf. The night has just started for us, and it’s our little girl’s birthday. The more the merrier.”

John couldn’t help but laugh. “Mine, too.”

“Even better!” Victor stood up and offered John a hand. He took it.

As they passed the rest of the group, Valentino was rounding up the kids, Bastian was knuckling away a tear, and Bertrand was frowning. But it was the kind of way someone frowned when they knew they were about to be forced to enjoy something that they totally would enjoy, but hated to admit it.

With a knowing smirk, Victor asked, “Coming to mini-golf, Bertrand? It’s Desi and this young man’s birthday, after all.”

Bastian added, “I won’t be so completely annoyed with you anymore if we do.”

Bertrand scoffed in defeat. “Fine.”

And then John followed the roomful of vampires to mini-golf, and chose to actively ignore the fact none of their reflections showed up in any of the water features and the liquid in their water bottles was red. It was easier to focus on the way they all smiled together under the moonlight.

Tonight was his birthday, and he was going to enjoy it with a real, live family (sort of).

He’d call Ava in the morning. They had a lot to talk about.

#Drawfee #Drawfee fanfiction #A Room Full of Vampires #fanfiction #I'm sorry #family angst

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