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angel-bubbles · 1 year

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the hat rule

this has been a doozy and will definitely have multiple parts because i can't shut up about these fools but i needed to get this out into the world >:3 more coming i promise

read on ao3!!

David, Angel, Sam, and Darlin' are going out, sweet little moments ensue :)

Part One - David & Angel

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“It’ll be fun!” Angel’s voice echoed around the two of them as they dragged the end of the word out. David looked down at them skeptically which only caused their scheming smile to grow.

“I think our definitions of fun are different.”

Angel was leaning haphazardly against the wall of their bedroom pulling their beat up old cowboy boots on while David watched from the door. He hadn’t ever seen them in this outfit, to be honest he didn’t even know they owned boots like that. To his credit, Angel kept them in the back of the closet safely tucked away in a box so they wouldn’t get lost or tossed.

Once they got their jeans situated they popped up and walked over to the mirror, not missing the way David’s eyes followed them carefully.

They nodded in approval at the sight of their outfit before spinning on their now heeled foot to get a proper look at him. When they saw that he hadn’t moved even a little bit from his post in the doorway they threw their head back and groaned, giving him the best puppy dog eyes they could muster.

“Come on, I already told Sam you were coming!”

“Oh I know, you haven’t stopped talking about it all week.” Angel sighed and finally made their way towards him. His shoulders were stiff and his eyebrows furrowed, but when his eyes met with theirs there was a certain softness in them. They took a few steps and wrapped their arms around his neck, staring up to meet his gaze.

“If you really don’t want to go, you don’t have to. I know it’s not really your thing.” They said softly. “I can always say something came up. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.” David sighed at their reassurance, letting the stiffness from his shoulders loosen as he gently placed his hands on their hips.

“It’s not that I don’t want to go I just-” He cut his sentence off with a frustrated growl and shook his head. “I don’t know any of the fancy dances or anything. I’m gonna look stupid.”

Angel smiled knowingly at the confession and leaned up on their toes, placing a reassuring kiss to his lips. His grip on their sides tightened holding their foreheads together even after their lips had separated.

“You think Tank knows the dances?” Their voice was lilted with laughter but they managed to hide it as they imagined the two wolves fumbling around on the dance floor. David’s eyebrows furrowed again and he pulled his face back from theirs so he could properly look at them.

“They’re actually coming?” The disbelief in his voice caused Angel to laugh for real this time, but they nodded their head, only causing David to blink owlishly at them, seemingly at a loss for words. “How the hell did you two manage that?”

Angel shrugged and carefully pulled themself away from him, grabbing his hand in the process and pulling him with them. He easily followed, letting his mate lead him into their shared walk-in closet. Really, if he didn’t want to follow them he could have easily stayed put, but he liked to humor them from time to time.

“Sam did all the heavy lifting on that one. Plus, I might have let it slip that you had already agreed.” David scoffed a little, dropping their hand as they started digging through his side of the closet.

“Mmm, and when exactly did I agree?” Angel turned with a hanger in their right hand and a pair of blue jeans in their left as they smiled their trademark shit-eating grin and shrugged their shoulders again.

“Right now.”

David laughed at their expression and shook his own head as he took the clothes from their outstretched hands.

“That took you all of two seconds, you snot.”

“I’ve been picturing it all week.”

Their words had him raising an eyebrow over at them only to find them rummaging through the closet again. He slowly changed,very aware of the feeling of Angel’s eyes on him as he did so.

“I know you’re watching, perv.” He said over his shoulder, only to be met with a small laugh from the depths of the closet.

“I know.” They called, only causing his smirk to widen as he pulled on the black shirt. He glanced in the mirror before finding his mate digging around through their clothes.

“Don’t people wear like, I don’t know, flannels and shit to these things?” Angel peeped their head out of the corner they were digging in and let their eyes roam their mates body. David felt his ears warm up from the look in their eyes alone but simply quirked an eyebrow at them.

Once their eyes met his own again their cheeks were also flushed, clearly forgetting he had even said anything. He laughed a little, trying to hide the butterflies he had in his own stomach as he crossed his arms across his chest. “Head out of the gutter, trouble maker.”

His words seemed to snap Angel out of their trance and they shook their head and bit their lip to hide their smile.

“Um-” They paused to clear their throat which only caused David’s smirk to grow tenfold, but Angel quickly found their confidence again, playing off the whole interaction like it was nothing.

“Sometimes, yeah. A lot of people will be wearing them and if you want to you can. But, it’s gonna get hot in there. And you already look hot in that.” They said matter-of-factly. David hummed in response, still noting the warmth in their skin but opting to not mention it as they go back to rummaging through their closet. After a few more minutes of watching them destroy their closet he grumbles under his breath, taking wide strides to stop them from their frenzy.

“What could you possibly be looking that hard for?” Angel spun and looked up at him with a frown sitting on their lips.

“I was hoping I had my old hat. I uh, let’s say I borrowed it for simplicity's sake.” They were talking animatedly with their hands, the way they did when a story would devolve into a hundred other stories at once but David couldn’t help cutting in.

“You stole it?”

“I didn’t steal it per say, but you know the hat rule. And I was in college, took it off some dude’s head and he uh. He let me keep it.” They wore a proud smile on their face and David found himself groaning out loud.

“You were gonna wear some old fling’s hat?” He said incredulously to which Angel’s smile only grew and they shook their head.

“No. I was gonna make you wear it.” Their tone was light and easy but David felt his eyebrows shoot upwards at the idea. Only to then be surrounded by their laughter as he walked away from them.

“As much as I would love that,” he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice, “I’ll pass.”

“Davey,” they said, dragging the end of his nickname out. They didn’t follow him in to the main portion of their bedroom though, still staring confusedly up at the looming shelves of their closet. “I swear I had it when we moved.”

The words were spoken under their breath but he found himself wracking his own brain for any memory of a hat. How had they managed to live together for over two years and he didn’t know they had an entire get up just sitting in the closet?

When Angel finally re-emerged from the closet they did so with a sigh, their body sagging in disappointment. David watched as they came and slumped down onto the bed next to him, plopping their head onto his broad shoulder.

“Is there a reason you need this mysterious hat?” He said, subtly leaning into the warmth their smaller body exuded. They did their best to shake their head given the position the two were sitting in, their frown cementing on their mouth.

“You’d just look really hot in a cowboy hat.”

Their words were spoken like it was a known fact, and not them proclaiming his level of attractiveness. The gall of it pulling a laugh that resembled a snort from him.

“Mhm. Is that so?” Angel nodded before pulling their head up, straightening their spine again.

“I had a whole vision.”

“One that included your ex’s old hat.” He deadpanned, only causing Angel to laugh in response.

“Technically not my ex,” David glared in their direction, causing their smile to grow tenfold, “but, I guess yes. In my defense I don’t see any other hats sitting around here!”

“I could ask Sam if he had an extra hat for you but… you know the rule.” Angel said and there’s a smug glint in their eyes that causes the heat to climb up David’s neck again.

“Jesus– you are a menace you know that?” But his words were met with a shit-eating grin and he shook his head in disapproval.

Finally popping up from their spot on the bed they straightened their shirt, extending their hands to David, pulling him to stand in front of them. They wordlessly placed a kiss on his cheek before leaving him standing there, watching them walk out of their room.

Emphasis on watching them leave, entranced by their retreating figure. He would have to be sure they didn't shove those pants back into whatever corner they were hiding in after tonight.

Sighing he willed himself to move, making his way to the closet. He had boots, a pair that was absolutely beat to hell and back and pulling them on confirmed that they were definitely on their last leg. His dad wore them everywhere and though David had outgrown every other thing he had left behind, the old boots still fit perfectly.

Growing up he had asked his father a million and one times why he wore boots, and his father had dodged the question a million and two times. Now David thinks he just didn’t have an answer, no real reason why he did. Hell, if someone came up to David and asked him why he wore the shoes he did he wouldn’t have an answer. Because they’re practical?

Were cowboy boots practical? Did Gabe find them practical? Even wearing them now he found it hard to believe his dad found comfort in them. Maybe it was because they weren’t his own, but they felt foreign to him, like he wasn’t meant to be wearing them at all.

He found Angel in the kitchen, perched on the counter with a half eaten apple in one hand and their phone in the other. Their feet were swinging a little as they bit into the fruit, not noticing David’s presence.

Though they must have seen his figure approaching them because they looked up just as he settled himself between their dangling legs. Their eyes practically twinkled when they looked up at him, gently placing their food and their phone down on the counter.

“Tank has an old hat you can wear.” They lifted their arms to settle on his shoulders, shamelessly looking his body up and down, reveling in how much they liked that shirt on him. He hummed in acknowledgement before tipping their chin up and quickly claiming their lips with his own.

The air was thick as his hands traveled up and down their body while theirs got lost in his hair, holding him close. The kiss lasted a lot longer than it should have, his lips trailing down the curve of their jaw and latching onto their neck both losing track of time.

“We’re gonna be late.” Angel’s words were breathless as they finally gave in and guided David’s head to be level with their own again. His hair mussed and his pupils dilated as he smirked down at them watching the way their own face flushed with heat.

“Tank’s version of ‘on time’ is 45 minutes late.” He said simply causing them to laugh and gently pushing him away from them.

“But Sam’s version is at least 15 minutes early, maybe they’ll meet in the middle.” David hummed again, helping Angel down from the counter.

“My Angel, actually worried about being on time? Are you sure you're feeling okay?” The small smile curved at his lips as Angel balanced on their toes and fixed his hair back to how he liked it. Or as best as they could. They were certain he would fix it all over again once they got in the car.

“I’m excited! I haven’t gone dancing in a long time.”

“Mhm, you’re just excited to watch me make a fool of myself.” Angel beamed up at him as they regained their balance on their feet feigning innocence.

“Well not just you. I’m excited to see Tank too.”

David watched as Angel scurried out to the car after their comment, laughing to themself. He couldn’t help but feel a smile lining his own mouth as he watched them.

“You’re such a shithead.” He muttered under his breath, quickly snagging his keys out of the bowl on the counter and following them out the door.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted davey #my writing <3 #happy finals week from me #which means summer bubbles #which MEANS #more regular updates hehe #so here #i can post this in good conscience #boy oh boy the next little chapter?? are these chapters??#making me giggle #anyways i love them #also first fic with parts???#who is she #also listen i KNOW it isn't steamy but i have never in my life written anything physical and these homies literally kiss #who woulda thunk it

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sportsthoughts · 18 days

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feeling Mentally Strong this afternoon so going to brave watching/giffing some of last night's game

#also a little personal update as I've told loads of you about this/moaned about it in tags for a while and you've all been so supportive #v relieved to say after 3 (hellish) years of prep mr sp passed his week long assessment last week and starts his new job soon #very exciting for him career wise. and me sanity wise because even though we still need to move house this summer we don't need to relocate #and because we'll be Considerably Less Poor!!!#only downside is he has to go away for 6 weeks straight may-june to train which is far more time away than usual and I may go mad #esp if we don't make the you know whats and I have no hockey to keep me entertained #but very good news overall and thanks to my lovely friends & mutuals here who have been extremely supportive in my time of monster stress #hilariously he's had to go back to work this weekend even earlier than usual as penance for leaving so it's hockey afternoon for me :)

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fruitybashir · 24 days

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I just wanted to say I am so here for that lesbian bokris idea you have omg

ahahahaha and it seems like youre not the only one!! 😌😌

im very excited to write it as well 🫶🏻🫶🏻

#i will not lie though: might still be a while. this fic has at least two maybe three more chapters #and then theres the jance epilogues and bokris extra chapters i wanna get out before i write smthn new i think?#so thats still probably two months of holidate + holidate specials #and my summer is like. extremely busy. as in ill probably have one day off per week if even that fjkfkd #so ill keep holidate at once per week but after that the updates will take a little longer #<- this is me rambling but also like. in case anyone genuinely cares 🫶🏻#inbox #anonymous

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lucalicatteart · 10 months

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Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 16: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression

(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)

Yesterday's poll decided that The Adventurer should offer to help the travelers with their broken wagon.....

After much internal deliberation (and some zoning out staring at butterflies), The Adventurer decides it would be best to offer his assistance. Technically, he IS still following his goal of not getting distracted, because theoretically it would make his journey much faster if he were able to catch a ride on a carriage. So really, this is all an ultimate big brain genius strategy for maximizing efficient travel.. Or, at least that sounds like a good enough justification to him.

Gathering up all of his social courage, he approaches one of the travelers fiddling with a broken wheel near the far end of the carriage and meekly asks if there's anything he could do to help.

The man was so focused on his task, he seems initially startled to look up and find someone near him. "OH..! Oh, uhh.. help? With the wagon?", he smiles pleasantly, gesturing towards a few wooden boards that are just out of his reach, "Sure, kid. If you could just hand me th-"

"Apologies, but we actually won't be needing your assistance, stranger." A taller man, surprisingly almost matching the stature of the Adventurer, suddenly slinks out from somewhere behind the carriage, sternly placing himself like a barrier in front of the man working on the wheel. Wheel Guy nervously averts his eyes, making himself smaller, silently resuming his work.

The Adventurer tries his best to maintain composure against the weight of the tall man's bitter gaze, but can't seem to muster much of a response "Aeughh,,, uh… b-but, h- Bu--HHHh,,?.."

"Look, disregard whatever my father told you, he's old, never has any clue what he's talking about. It'd be best for you to simply move along." ('Father'? They don't look alike at all, and seem to be nearly the same age..)

"W-well.. he.. he didn't really tell me anything, I me-hhH,,.. I mean, I literally just got here, s-so...."

"Good. Even more reason to be on your way."

Placing a gloved hand firmly on his shoulder, the tall man begins to motion the Adventurer away from the wagon, but a strange noise interrupts, echoing from inside. Perhaps some sort of animal sound? Or a person faintly yelling about something? Or… both?

"WH-wHggg… whAT was t-that???!!" The Adventurer immediately stops in place, pausing to listen as the tall man keeps trying to push him ahead.

"I didn't hear anything, stranger."

"No, t-there.. was dEFinitely, UHH, a-"

"Likely something in the forest."

"Wh--aah... d.. do you think it was an animal?"

The tall man continues a dramatic struggle to 'subtly' drag him further down the road, whilst the Adventurer mindlessly digs in his heels, too distracted to even notice he's being so strongly prompted to leave.

"Many animals do, indeed, exist within forests. This should not be suprising."

"...It's just.. ..eughh… s… so weird…"

"I assure you, it is not."

"I-it really sounded like.. like it came f-from insid-"

"Yes, from inside the forest. Now, please, if you would.."

The noise interrupts again. It's definitely someone, or something, in some sort of distress.. And definitely from inside of the cart.

"wHoAAGH, aa!!! T-tHat's NOT from the f-forest, that-"

The tall man fully just shoves him now, sending the Adventurer toppling across the dirt, clumsily rolling and landing just past the other side of the carriage. A mother and young child who seem to be part of the traveling group simply stare down at him with empty blank gazes, wholly unconcerned about helping him up.

As the Adventurer fumbles back to his feet (still confused as to why he was even pushed in the first place), the tall man looms by the carriage, diligently watching to ensure that he leaves.

"Travel safe, stranger."

Despite his initial obliviousness, the Adventurer begins to piece the situation together as he stares back at the man, now fully convinced something suspicious might be going on...

…What should he do next??

Additional Information

the adventurer's current main quest: follow his map to reach the abandoned castle ruins and see the rare animal specialist about the mysterious egg he has

#paventure posting #poll #polls #choose your own adventure #ERM.. ... hee hee... yes.. alas.. it has been like two months since the last one lol #IT'S SUMMER!!!! how can anyone function in the summer..? It's literally 83F in my room indoors right now at this moment at NIGHT #I'm about to go to sleep.. who can sleep in an 80+ degree room comfortably?? ghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #Really no hope of productivity at all from like June - September basically... EVIL.. and also the spring this year had some heat waves so #AUGhh... my nemesis the Summer.. Or moreso capitalism is my nemesis for worsening climate change and also keeping people in such #economic inequality that cheap apartments with terrible ventilation get made and people cant afford air conditioners and etc. etc.#but ALSO... the summer... grrrr.. 'Heat' you will never be famous.. you will always be lame nasty and so forth..#ANYWAY.. also sorry this is another blurb that's longer. The text is always longer when there's actually spoken interactions lol #I know I'm not very good at this style of writing (especially when rushing with these) so I always feel kind of awkward having really long #sections people will have to slog through or etc ghbjhjh but.. I don't really know how it make it shorter. the interaction #is just the interaction. certain things must be said and conveyed. peace and love on planet orth.#Ough it's been so long I almost forgot to draw his injuries lol.. in-world it's only been what like.. a day? since he got into a fight with #that mysterious cloaked person who was tracking him to steal the egg. I also always just forget how to draw him in between breaks #hopefully his hair and stuff doesn't look too different. They're meant to be really quick sketches anyway but still.. you at least want him #to be recognizable lol #ANYWAY.. another update from the Son.. what is he up to on his little traveles...

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sapphicautistic · 9 months

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did u know that u can put 5 tea bags in a 4 cup jar of cold water in the fridge overnight and have delicious cold tea in the morning?

#updates on my boring life #i literally didn't try cold tea until this year cuz it seemed weird to me having grown up on hot tea only but i like it!#it still feels a little strange but it's good and i actually want it in summer when i don't want hot tea

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aflockofravens · 1 month

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@inkounderscore the new chapter is kicking my ass, but I'm soooooooo close to being done. It feels twice as long as the last one but that could just be the feeling of standing at the base of a mountain, exhausted by how much there is left to climb 😅

Have a sneak peek for your patience!

He slowly pushes open the door to the girls' bedroom and peeks inside. The soft glow from the aquarium night light between the two beds casts bubbling streaks of light across the ceiling, reflecting across the two sets of eyes now trained on the door.

He pushes the door open further, leaning against the doorframe as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“You're both supposed to be sleeping,” he says, mock sternly. “It's past your bedtime.”

A blonde head sits up and crosses her arms over her chest, mimicking his pretend disapproval. “It's past your bedtime too, Master Geto.”

“Nana!” hisses a voice from the opposite bed. “He's an adult, they don't have bedtimes!”

Suguru laughs quietly and steps into the room, sitting at the foot of Nanako’s bed and grabbing her toes through the blankets causing her to let out a giggle. “You're both right,” he says, holding his arms out as Nanako climbs out from under her blankets and into his lap. “Adults don't have bedtimes but it is definitely past mine. Especially if we want to go to the aquarium tomorrow morning like I promised.”

That elicits a squeal of joy from both girls, Mimiko kicking off her blankets and jumping across the gap onto Nanako's bed. She flings her arms around Suguru's neck in a choking grip and he laughs as the air is forced out of his lungs as Nanako squeezes him around the middle.

“Alright, alright,” he wheezes out. “We can't go anywhere if you squeeze me to death.”

Surprise! It's Suguru POV. Enjoy the snack 😋

#writing Suguru has been SO. HARD.#for some reason Satoru comes easily to me #but trying to find Suguru's POV was Hell #i actually wrote a whole bunch of this chapter with a really interesting plot point #and then decided that it was too complicated for this story and made Suguru a little meaner than I wanted him #so i had to erase it and start all over #and that was the first bit i wrote in ages so that was discouraging #i hope i can finish it this weekend #please god give me the motivation the time and the good drugs to get this shit finished 🙏#writing is hard #like really hard #summer of blue #fic update update #it's not an update of the fic but it's an update on the update

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avornalino · 11 days

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ways the student workers at my uni have spelled my name wrong:

mololly

mllly

(more to come...)

#hi im still alive (just barely)#college sucks and life sucks bc i only got 3/4 slices of my quesadilla and sour cream even tho i asked for none #fuck this cheap ass school i cant wait to leave #also little life update: got $1600 deposited into my bank account last week!#very confusing but im pretty sure its my pell grant refund #anyway i had to spend most of it on a plane ticket for my study abroad program in [redacted] for this summer!! yippee!!!!#anyway i probably wont be back consistently for a little while but we shall see...#nonsims #dl

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anaalnathrakhs · 8 months

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i want to go back to the good old days where people could only talk by sending letters or walking their asses to see each other in person, because sometimes it's sunday morning and the entire world decides they want to talk to me and i'm genuinely on the verge of turning violent

#i'm being a good friend and talking and making plans and whatnot #but i just. deeply do not want to talk to people. my video games friend is trying to give me an update on her life #my school friend is trying to meet up during summer break #i appreciate you guys and i want to put effort into our friendship and make you feel valued.....#but it would be really convenient if you magically never felt the need to talk to me outside of the original setting of our friendship #sorry i'm a broken person i guess #i need to make friends who also speak very little #broadcasting my misery

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hawkinslibrary · 1 year

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friends !! mini s5 update. back in nov 2022, they were working on episode two. now, noah says the first three scripts have been completed and sent out/received by cast members 🎉🎉🎉

#s5 #update #lex talks #it's the way i've been typing up and deleting a little post about how long it's been since we've had an update #for a few weeks now lol #i even said in the one yesterday that they were probably at least on ep 4 by now #but then i though about how long ep 1 took lol #so thank you noah #production/filming dates as reported rn are around may/june/general summer #but everyone is super busy so that could change #but !!#👀👀👀#the fact that there are three scripts for the final season out there #and that cast members have them at this point...

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wereh0gz · 2 years

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Thunder - Oneshot

Based on a drawing I made some time ago, written mostly in the middle of the night because of rainstorm and a random burst of inspiration that wouldn't let me sleep (kinda fitting considering what the fic is about lol), which I'm now posting months later.

In which Tails can't sleep during a thunderstorm, but his werehog brother is there to help.

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Thunder.

A dreadful rainstorm raged just outside Tails' bedroom window. Rain poured against the glass with such force the fox feared it would break. Light flashed through the sky, followed a few seconds later by the mighty roar of the heavens.

Tails cowered under his blankets at the sound, his fur standing on edge and his ears flat on his head.

The logical side of his brain told him that things weren't that bad. The storm was moving away. He knew because of how much time there was between the flash of lightning and the sound of thunder. He knew that he wouldn't be struck by a bolt of electricity from the heavens.

It told him that the howling wind would only cause a few branches to come loose at worst. That his house, workshop, and everything in them was safe.

It told him that the rain wouldn't be nearly enough to flood their home, just make their backyard a bit soggy. That it'll be okay.

Yet the fearful and childish side of his brain screamed that he wasn't safe. He was in danger. That he needed to run. Hide.

So here he was, listening to the scared part of his consciousness, clutching his pounding heart as he breathed quick and shallow breaths, and panic consumed him.

He tried and tried to steady his breathing, to stop his heart from racing, but every time he managed to calm down just a bit, thunder would crash and send him spiraling again.

It's past midnight. He should be sleeping. Sonic had been nagging him about maintaining a good sleep schedule, that he can't work while sleep deprived.

Not like he's much better than Tails is when it comes to sleeping at decent times…

He takes a deep breath. He's able to calm his nerves, if only slightly. Still wrapped in a blanket, he sets his head down on his pillow and closes his eyes. The rain has yet to subside, but at least he hasn't heard any thunder in a bit. The pitter-patter of the rain hitting his roof could actually help him relax a bit more-

Kra-boom!

Ah, spoke too soon.

Tails yelped, sitting back up on his bed, shaking like a leaf. His namesakes poofed up like a pair of feather dusters, poking out from under the blanket.

Maybe some water will help, he thought, as he slowly slipped out of bed and walked out of his room.

He rushed out past the living room and to the kitchen, but stopped once he heard low grumbling in the dark room. He stood just inches away from the doorway, watching as a large figure walked by the counter to where the trash bin would be.

"Stupid fuckin' earplugs don't do jack shit…" the figure growled as he tossed something into the small bin.

Though Tails couldn't see him too well in the dark, he knew it was Sonic, turned into that beast form again. Just hearing his voice, though gruff and annoyed, made him feel at ease. He smiled, amused by Sonic's uncharacteristic language.

"Two rings for the swear jar, Sonic," Tails said as he flicked the light switch on.

Sonic nearly jumped at the sound of his brother's voice, quills spiking up slightly. He looks back at the two-tailed fox, spines quickly settling back into place as he put a large paw on his chest.

"Geez, kid, you almost gave me a heart attack," the beastly hedgehog said as he began walking towards him.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you…" Tails rubbed the back of his neck, "Since when did you have such a potty-mouth?"

"Eh, I'unno," he shrugged, leaning on the kitchen counter, "Guess you just start swearin' more when you get older. Things start pissin' you off more, I guess."

"That's another one for the swear jar. Now you owe three rings," Tails smirked.

"Oh, that does not count-"

"Yeah, it does-"

"No, it doesn't!"

"Yes it does-!"

Light flashed through the kitchen window, lighting up the dark and dreary skies for a split second, before thunder crashed down. Tails nearly jumps out of his skin, yelping in fear. Sonic jolts, too, grimacing and quickly covering his pointed ears.

After the shock from the thunder had passed, Sonic uncovered his ears and looked back to his younger, terrified brother.

"Storm's keeping you up, too, huh?"

Sonic wasn't scared of storms like Tails was. He can usually sleep through anything.

Guess tonight was an exception.

"Yeah… This happens every time…"

Tails doesn't know why he's so afraid of storms, of the sound of thunder and the flash of lightning. It's not like the shock of hearing a sudden loud noise out of nowhere that everyone experiences, that's just a reflex.

This is fear.

"Need some water?" Sonic asked, his voice as gentle ever, though corrupted by his transformation.

Tails nodded, wrapping the blanket he held tighter around himself. He sat down while Sonic grabbed two glasses, one for himself and another for Tails.

Sonic added ice to his own glass before pouring water in, which confused Tails. They never drank tap water, instead buying it bottled or by the gallon and keeping it in the fridge so they always had cold and clean drinking water. Never knew when Eggman would poison the water reserves (either accidentally or intentionally), so it was always good to have. But it was already cold, and Sonic doesn't usually take ice with his drinks, so why would he need it?

The hedgehog placed Tails' glass on the counter as he sat down next to him. They both drank their water in silence, listening to the rain pouring against their home.

Then Tails heard a crunching sound. He looked to his brother.

Of course, he had gotten the ice to chew on it. Why didn't he think of that before?

His teeth growing like that every night must be painful, and with his ears being more sensitive and all the loud noises from the storm, he must be stressed. Not that Sonic would ever say that outright, of course, but Tails could tell.

He's found a solution to one of his problems, at least. Ice isn't going to help much with loud sounds, though.

"Hey, Sonic? I've got some noise-cancelling earphones in my workshop, if you wanna-"

"Already tried 'em," he interrupted, "They don't work on me."

Tails stared at his brother for a moment as he continued chewing away at his ice.

"... You better have not touched anything else in my workshop."

"I didn't, I swear!" he raised his paws defensively, "That's the only thing I touched, and I put 'em right where I found 'em."

"Mhm. You better."

"... Wish they could've kept out the noise."

They both fell silent again.

Tails thought as he took the final gulps of his glass of water. He really wanted to help Sonic, yet it didn't seem like there were many solutions to their problems, especially not immediate ones. Though he had an idea to design some specialized noise-cancelling earphones for his brother, he logged that away for later, as that would take far too long to make right now.

Working on a project like that right now wouldn't help him get any sleep, either. Tinkering at inventions is usually what keeps him from sleeping, and it won't stop the storm.

Tails sighed. He feels heavy, tired. He was finally starting to get his sleep schedule in order and this storm came in and ruined it. How frustrating…

Lightning strikes again, scaring Tails half to death. Sonic barely even reacts this time, only grimacing and rubbing his head as a low growl escapes his throat. He seemed just as tired, if not even more tired than Tails.

The hedgehog gets up from his seat. "I'm gonna try sleepin' on the couch. You wanna stay with me or do you wanna go back to your room?"

Tails follows, grabbing his hand. "I… don't wanna be alone…" he mumbles.

"Alright, buddy. C'mon," Sonic said as he led the young fox into the living room with him, flicking the light switch off on his way out.

Sonic let himself fall onto the red sofa in their living room, sleepiness beginning to take hold of him. Tails pushed a few crumpled papers away and sat on the rug right in front of it, still too scared to sleep yet.

He looked at the bookshelf on the left wall of the room. His figure collection lay neatly on the shelf, alongside a large array of books he and Sonic had collected over the years. He could try reading, but he doubts he can focus on anything like that with this storm.

He then looked to the low table, covered in papers and crayons. Some of the papers had been doodled on, others crumpled up. Some had rolled onto the floor, and neither he nor Sonic had bothered to clean them up yet. They should do that soon.

Thunder strikes again. The fox yelps. Sonic gives a dirty look out the window, as if that would stop the storm. It seems he isn't as bothered by the noise now, at least.

He yawns, unable to contain the tiredness that has overtaken him. Yet before he lies back and tries to drift off to sleep, he offers a large, blue paw to his shaking brother. His left paw, the one with Chip's bracelet around his wrist.

Tails takes it, holding his older brother's hand as he takes deep breaths. Sonic's thumb gently rubs the top of his hand, careful not to scratch him with his sharp claw. It was fluffy, the peach fuzz that once covered Sonic's skin having grown into short, thick fur. And yet, underneath the fur, he could still feel the callouses and small scars on his skin. The gem on his bracelet emitted a soft, green glow.

All of it was familiar, comforting.

But a part of Tails felt embarrassed for needing this kind of help. He was ten years old now, and a super genius, yet all it took was a little storm to turn him into a shaking mess.

It's kind of pathetic, he thought.

"You okay, buddy?" Sonic asked, voice as soft as he could make it. He looked at him with such kindness in his emerald eyes, despite how sharp they looked now.

"... I feel kind of stupid right now," Tails admitted.

Sonic's brow furrowed. "Why?"

"Because… because of all this. I'm ten already, and I'm still scared of lightning. I've beaten killer robots and mad scientists and this is what gets me. I'm not a little kid anymore. It's so stupid…"

"Hey, we've all got our fears," Sonic squeezed his hand, "I'm almost eighteen, and I'm still scared of water."

"That's… different."

"How so?"

Tails tried to think of some kind of justification, or excuse, but came up with nothing. As far as he knew, both his and Sonic's fears were irrational. There wasn't a difference besides the cause of the fear itself.

Sonic shook his head.

"It's okay to be scared of things sometimes, whether there's a reason for it or not. And it's okay to need help, too."

Tails sighed. He may be right, but that doesn't make it feel any less embarrassing.

Sonic yawns, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. "Alright, I think that's enough talking from me. I'm gonna try and get some sleep, but I'll be right here if you need me, 'kay? And I'll pay for the swear jar tomorrow, promise."

"Okay…" the fox nods, watching his brother as he relaxes on the sofa and slowly drifts to sleep.

Sonic always had an easier time falling asleep. Tails can't say he doesn't envy it.

Tails looks out the window, watching the storm as it begins to relent, if only slightly. It's probably one or two in the morning now, but he can't be bothered to look at a clock to tell the exact time.

He leans back onto the sofa, still holding his brother's hand. He tugged the blanket closer to himself with his other hand.

As the storm raged on, Tails found comfort in his brother's loud snoring. The sound once annoyed the fox, but now it served to drown out the dreadful thunder crashing outside.

A small smile crept onto his face as he finally felt himself drift off to sleep as well.

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