#anonymous request

[hannie-berrie]

Hiiii! I absolutely love your works o(^o^)o

Can i suggest a go hyun tak fluff (*^-゜)vThanks!

Hi loveee ❤️ I hope this is just like you imagined it 🙏💗

The Surprise at the Flower Market

You hadn’t planned on going out that morning. Your hair was still a bit messy from sleep, and you were wearing an old hoodie Hyuntak had left at your place few days ago. But when he’d shown up outside your door with a grin and said, “Come with me, I have something to show you,” you didn’t really have a choice.

Now you were walking hand-in-hand through a flower market tucked between rows of old brick buildings. The air smelled like damp earth and lavender, as vendors called out their best prices.

“Close your eyes,” Hyuntak said suddenly, stopping in front of a stall bursting with color.

You squinted at him. “What? Why?”

“Because you trust me,” he smiled like he had evil plans, already moving behind you to cover your eyes with his hands.

You laughed but let him. “If you try to make me smell something weird again, I swear”

“No weird smells this time,” he promised, guiding you gently forward.

When he uncovered your eyes, your breath caught. In front of you was a beautiful bouquet of all your favorite flowers, wild and soft and mismatched in the most pleasing way. They were tied with a turquoise silk ribbon the exact shade of your favorite sweater.

“I asked the vendor to make this last night,” he said quietly, caressing the back of his neck. “I just thought… you deserved flowers you love, not just pretty enough for display.”

You stared at them, then at him.

“Hyuntak,” you said, almost a whisper. So moved you could barely contain the tears in your eyes. “You remembered everything.”

You jumped in his arms, holding him tight, he couldn’t help the smile cracking on his face, the one he only ever did when he was nervous but proud. “Of course I did. I remember everything about you.” He arms wrapped around you tighter, pushing his face in the crook of your neck, still holding your flowers behind your back.

And right there, in the middle of the noisy market, with strangers and flower petals and sunlight all around, you leaned up on your toes and kissed him.

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more Gotak (Hyuntak) fluff

[life-is-more-than-just-a-game]

Can you make a jealous chishiya? Where chishiya tells the reader to thet information about arisu but the reader and arisu gets along prety well and chishiya gets jealous? Thank you.

♠️ Chishiya being jealous about you and Arisu getting along pretty well ♠️

A/N: Hey, sorry for letting you wait so long. Maybe you have already forget that you wrote me this request but I like the idea behind it, so I decided to make this my "comeback". 👀

I'm actually not sure if I understood it the correct way, but I definitely understood you want a Chishiya who is jealous about the fact Arisu and you are get along splendidly. 😋

Hopefully it reaches you and I also hope you will enjoy reading this. ♥️

Characters: Chishiya

POV: gn!reader

Warnings: Not given.

C h i s h i y a

I don't see him being a jealous person actually.

Unless you give him a reason to ...

Chishiya isn't even a person who falls in love easily.

But when he is falling for someone, he falls pretty hard.

So, you have to deal with his feelings and his behavior when he sees you together with Arisu, chatting and laughing together as if there would be no tomorrow.

Okay, to be fair, nobody knows if there would be a "Tomorrow" ... but that's something different!

Arisu may be a great help to him when it comes to collecting all the cards, but sometimes Chishiya thinks Arisu is his downfall.

Especially when it comes to you.

Yeah, but don't think he will talk about it- he is more concerned with hiding his feelings from you than actually speaking about them.

Even if you already have realized something isn't okay with him, he wouldn't admit it.

"I'm used to it that you are not talking much when there is nothing important to discuss about." "I can hear your "but" even though you didn't said it yet." "Then guess what I wanted to say next." "I don't have any problems, I feel fine, no worries."

Nobody said it would be easy with him. He can be as cold as he looks and it's hard seeing through him, even for you.

Still, he can be a calm and cool person as much as he wants- but he's just a human being. You can endure a lot, but at some point everyone reaches their limits.

You and Arisu are talking a lot? Fine.

Arisu makes a joke you find funny, so he watches both of you laughing and having fun with each other? Alright, you aren't his trophy, everyone can have other friends next to his own partner.

But seeing both of you hugging after a game ...

Because you saw someone die in front of your eyes and you are now overwhelmed by many different emotions ...

Well, enough is enough.

"Step aside, Arisu, that's not your part, alright?"

He was waiting for you the entire time you were in the building, so it's not hard for him to find you both outside being ... needy.

"In the future, you'd better keep your hands to yourself." "Excuse me what was that?" "You already understand."

While Chishiya switches positions with Arisu and holds you captive in his arms, he just gives the dark-haired man a warning look.

… Even if unintentionally.

… And unconsciously.

"Well ... I better go then and ... leave both of you alone ... for now." Arisu lets off of you, leaving you to the person who means the most to you. "You better do."

Trying to catch your breath and calm down, you look up to Chishiya and Arisu alternately, feeling the tension between them.

Still, you can't help but start giggling a little.

Arisu und Chishiya both start looking at you now, irritated and confused.

"W-Well, wait ... just to make it clear- is there someone ... really ... jealousy?" "Yes, he is." "No, I'm not", he says calmly. "Okay, then ... let me hug Arisu again ... s-shouldn't be a problem when everything is okay. Right?"

Silence.

You smiling up to Chishiya, who is now biting his tongue and pressing his lips together, not even thinking about letting off of you.

Arisu watching in amusement.

"I'm ... just not fine seeing another one be there for you while I can be there for you. It's my job to cheer you up- even though I'm not the best in it, but I'm trying very hard." "You ARE jealousy, Chi!" "Oi, stop saying this, will you ... ?"

[selfishmachines1111]

hiiii!!^_^ can I request for some headcanons with Shadow and Silver(separate) x reader who’s usually confident but is absolutely terrified of bugs? like it could be the most harmless and tiniest thing ever and they’d still freak out

ty for requesting anon !! i hope you enjoy !!

EEK!

┊➤ 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲; 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐆

┊➤ 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬; 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖, 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑

┊➤ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 𝐛𝐮𝐠𝐬

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖; shadow’s the type to practically teleport to you the second he thinks you’re in danger. so when he heard a shriek coming from you while you were in the bathroom, he wasted no time in running straight towards the bathroom.

what he wouldn’t expect is to see you standing on top of the toilet seat, acting as if the floor was lava or something. is this really the same (y/n) he’s with every single day? the one who taunts any and every enemy they encounter?

at first he deadpanned, shock being mixed somewhere in there, but only a second later, he couldn’t help but be amused. he was definitely going to use it as blackmail. however he would in fact help you get rid of whatever “wretched beast”(in your words) that was trying to attack you, watching you laugh the situation off right after.

after all he didn’t want his dear (y/n) in danger…even if the little bug was no where near a threat.

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑; silver wouldn’t even have time to try to laugh at you, who usually showed no fear no matter what the situation was, for getting worked up over something so small…since he was right on top of the toilet seat with you. the two of you clinging onto each other, throwing hairbrushes, towels, etc at the little spider who was simply trying to survive.

silver tried to be heroic and kill it, but the second he made eye contact with those beady eyes, he ran straight out of the bathroom. nuh uh. no way was he going through that. he eventually came back, with blaze trailing right behind him. both you and silver looking at her with horrific expression when she calmly picked up the spider, holding it in her palm all the way until she let it out in the backyard.

the two of you swore on your life not to tell anyone about that treacherous encounter with the little spider.

┊𝐄𝐍𝐃

[realtimefanduboutofcontext]

My fav joke no one talks about is "oh this? it's my arm." from the 06 fandub

SnapCube's Real-Time Fandub | "Sonic the Hedgehog (2006)" (2019)

[tamas-love]

（ 제목 ）JAKE THOUGHTS.

PRESENT.⠀⟡​⠀in which, jake goes from your admirer to your boyfriend. REQUESTED.⠀⟡​⠀by anon: "whatdyou think bf Jake would be like? Sfw"

（ 심재윤 ） — pairing = fem!reader x bf!jake ୨୧ warning = nothing, just physical touch and jake being a cute golden retriever. ୨୧ wc = no count.

a/n : sorru for accidentally deleting this anon's request, but here you go anonnie!! i hope you like this <3

click me! ↓

admirer!jake who was so excited when he found out you were in the same classes as him on his schedule. admirer!jake who asked for your number with the excuse of talking about a group project. admirer!jake who noticed you were failing in math and offered to tutor you at his place, free of price. admirer!jake who makes sure you're comfortable and have food at all times when you're at his place. admirer!jake who walked you back home since it was too late to be alone. admirer!jake who did little things (like making you lunch, buying your favorite snacks, bringing you drinks in the morning during school) that made you warm up to him easily. admirer!jake who walked you home on particular night from his place and decided he'd shoot his shot. admirer!jake who gently pushed you against the entrance door of your house, his hand beside your head. admirer!jake who slowly leaned in, looking at your eyes softly for permission--once you nodded he leaned in and press his lips against yours. his soft plump lips, gently kissing yours. admirer!jake who showed up the next night holding a big basket filled with your favorite snacks, a pair of matching pajamas, and your favorite plushies to give you as he asked you out. you excitedly said yes and celebrated with a long make out session and jake who stayed over the night.

present!bf!jake who takes you out on a date every weekend when he has free time. present!bf!jake who takes photos of you when he finds you cute and saves it to his album named 'my baby girl' present!bf!jake who posts you on his story everyday, makes sure to give you 100 hugs everyday, and 100 kisses everyday so you don't get lonely or accuse him of not loving you. present!bf!jake who shows his love and affection through physical touch (his hand on your thigh--gently rubbing it, interlocking your fingers, playfully picking you up, giving you back hugs, making sure his hand placement made your heart flutter..) and acts of service (buying you food, letting you go on his phone with trust, cutting your steak into easy bite pieces, making you food even if you didn't ask for it..).

© tamas-love on tumblr, © tamas-love on wattpad ㅤㅤ𓈒ㅤㅤ𓈒 taglist open.⠀⦂ ⠀@nheyri , @uoalirie , @moonpri , @minaz-luv

[writersblockiskillingme]

hi love!!!! your work is so amazing i love how you write

i was wondering if you could do a corionlanus x fem reader where she’s his tribute and is about to be killed in the game but it’s kind of like that scene in you where she says “no don’t kill me im pregnant” and it’s his reaction and everyone watching trying to get them to end the games? i’d love to see what you could do w that feel free to change anything u want!

Songbird's Plan | Coriolanus Snow

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x fem!tribute!reader

Summary: The presence of a song bird can change everything for one who appreciates them or "if it weren't for the baby" TBOSAS edition.

Warning/s: a bit of angst, Coriolanus Snow being in love, nickname (songbird), mentions of death, mentions of pregnancy, short fic, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: It's finally here. Hope you enjoy.

The moment Coriolanus Snow met you he knew that he would do everything in his power to protect you from harm no matter what.

Of course he knew that that was going to be a difficult challenge because you were his tribute.

You were supposed to be in the games, you were supposed to literally fight for your life. There was always the chance that you would die, but Coriolanus didn't allow himself to think too long of this outcome. He knew that it would simply drive him to compete and utter madness.

So once the rebels bombed the arena, once he was out of the hospital and once he made sure that his tribute was okay, he sneaked into the arena the night before the games.

He spend more than half of the night searching for the places for his little songbird to hide. He did everything he could, he truly did, and he truly did though that he would be prepared for everything.

Yet as he found himself leaning towards the screen in front of him that displayed the scene of you being attacked by Coral he felt himself automatically freeze. He felt helpless.

He felt like he let you down and that ate him inside out.

Coriolanus felt like his heart was going to simply burst out of his chest as he watched, his throat tightening.

He watched Coral getting closer to you. He felt useless.

But there was something that both of you underestimated. There was a certain connection between you two. Both Coriolanus and you were smart, willing to do anything to survive.

Once Coriolanus remembered that, he forced himself to move. He could probably wipe out Coral with those badly made drones, but he needed some distraction because if Coral sees them, it's over. He could hit you.

"Please, don't!" Your voice broke out of the screen, Coriolanus felt himself flinch at the desperation behind it.

He watched your helpless form glazing away from Coral like you were on thin ice.

Coriolanus felt like he would scream put as Coral raised her weapon against you. But that's when you yelled out something that made his heart completely stop.

"No!" Your forceful voice shouted. "Don't kill me, I'm pregnant!"

Coral stopped for a moment. Coriolanus stopped for a moment. In fact, it seemed like the entire world stopped for a moment.

Coriolanus couldn't move, his mouth slightly agape as he watched you breathe heavily as you waited for Coral to move.

"Stop the games!" Tigris shouted in despair.

Coriolanus felt himself turn around quickly as he watched the mob of students standing up, waving his hands in air as they shouted to stop the games.

Coriolanus quickly turned to the screen and watched Coral still trying to gain her composure. He moved quickly, his body quicker than his mind.

If he doesn't do anything now, it would be over for you.

So as he send at least ten drones into the arena, successfully killing Coral, and as he watched your face twist in relief, and as he heard the cheers behind him he realized that maybe the hope wasn't lost after all.

His little songbird was truly a genius.

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[skzdarlings]

omg that sounds so fun!!!! (Sorry if this was quick I have your post notifs on) imma jump on this early!!! can we get “do you really think you’re in a position to give orders?” W changbin? 😩😩😩

summary: you are in love with the son of your family's greatest enemy. he sneaks into your room one night after a party.

pairing: seo changbin/reader content info: petite!reader. mentions of past body insecurities. romeo-and-juliet style love affair. sneaking around. gun play that is somehow more romantic than kinky but still kinda kinky. explicit sexual content. word count: 2900 words.

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masterlist. part of the valentine’s day stories series. credit to prompts. requests are closed.

enjoy!

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You catch his eye across the room. 

There are a hundred people between you, bustling in their designer gowns and glittering in their jewels.  The hotel ballroom is an incandescent chamber of silver light.  The sun has long since set but the party plays on in its excessive splendour, never tiring of itself. 

You are tired of it.  The glamour of this lifestyle has turned more tedious than not.  At the centre of all this majesty is money, and everyone in this room prioritizes their wealth and capital above everything else.  They have fought and slandered and killed each other and they will do it all again, but they throw their galas nonetheless. Places to celebrate themselves and their so-called achievements, to flaunt their successes in self-congratulation. Everyone laughs and dances, spinning around the ballroom, sipping their champagne. 

You smile and demur, pretending you are having a good time.  You sit with your family and only interact with their trusted allies or those who would be. 

He is vehemently not included in that. 

Seo Changbin. 

He is across the room with his family, your family’s greatest enemy.  Your father and his father are titans of business and the family rivalry spans generations.  It started with your great-grandparents and you are destined to uphold it.  You will marry an appropriate man of standing, someone who will expand the empire, someone whose allyship is worthwhile in both the monetary and social strata.  You will have children and raise them to take your place, to inherit your name and all the blood and money that comes with it.  

Those same expectations are on your enemy.   You hold gazes across the sparkling sea of people.  You look away first. 

You are coerced onto the dance floor by one of your father’s chosen men.  You join that sparkling sea. It is always bizarre to brush elbows with these people, knowing very well they would not hesitate to put a bullet in your head under any other circumstance.  You catch the sight of a few discreet weapons as you are twirled around the dance floor.   Ostensibly, weapons are not allowed inside the gala as fighting is prohibited, but these people always take their precautions. 

Your dance partner spins you.  You twirl as per the dance, then stumble to a halt because Changbin is standing there.  He is dancing with someone too, has them spun out the opposite way.  You stand in the middle of the ballroom looking at each other, faces equally stoic. 

He is dressed in all black, austere and intimidating.  His black hair falls in a sweep across his forehead, just this side of too-long so it obscures his eyes if he tilts his head a certain way.  He is always so meticulously hidden in public, nothing but a walking shadow.  He is a dark reflection of his family and their grim reputation.

But his jovial laughter is in your mind, his witty quips, his jokester nature.  He is devastatingly charming and endlessly humorous. 

You would never know just looking at him.  Changbin is not the tallest man in the room but he more than compensates with his bulk and power.  Pretty much anyone would be big next to you, but you know what your hand looks like when laid against his, how all encompassing the breadth of his big arms feel when they wrap around you. 

He does not touch you.  He looks.  He smirks, like he knows your heart is racing.  Then he spins away.  Your partner pulls you back. 

The dance continues.

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You say you are sick and leave the party early.  You are escorted back to the house with your usual security flank, sitting in the backseat of your limo with a guard on either side of you.  They wear bulletproof gear under their uniform, matching pale blue in the family’s colours, and wearing bulky glasses to shield their eyes.  They are all armed to teeth, wearing their holsters and belts.  They dwarf you almost comically.  They do not speak to you.

When you reach the house, you go straight to your bedrooms.  You have three rooms to yourself, each lonely space spilling into the next.  You dress in your closet, leaving the gown pooled in a silk mess on the floor.  You discard your jewelry and amble to your main room in a satin nightdress and robe.

You almost miss it, the sound so faint, but you swear a gentle knocking comes from your balcony doors.  They are still sealed shut.  Security did not notice anything remiss upon arrival, but there is a blind spot in the security camera on your balcony.  There are no cameras inside your room for privacy purposes.  But no one would know that unless you told them.   

And you have only told one person. 

You approach the balcony doors, wary.  You peer into the night, eyes roving the grand expanse of the brightly lit garden and swimming pool.  Wind rustles through the leaves of the trees and a security guard is finishing his round. 

You step onto your balcony slowly.  The security guard can only see you when you lean over.  He waves at you before leaving the yard, continuing the rest of his patrol elsewhere.   You watch him go. 

The world is quiet as it ever is.  You can hear the buzz of the pool lights and the tinkling of your wind chimes, little else.  You lean against your balcony railing and look over the yard.  You weigh the luxury of the estate against its cost.  Not for the first time, you ruminate on how it is absolutely not worth it. 

You sigh and turn.  Then you freeze at what, who, you find. 

You mistake him for a security guard for half a second, which nearly gives you a heart attack because they are never on your balcony.  But he is just wearing one of their uniforms.  You are not sure when he stole it, tonight or previously.  

Seo Changbin stands there in the blue uniform shirt and gun holster, winking at you behind bulky glasses.  He is pressed against the wall in the solitary blind spot, nodding his head to your balcony door.  If you open it a little wider, he can sneak in undetected. 

Like he has done a dozen times before. 

You feign nonchalance for the camera, humming to yourself as you step into your bedroom.  You push your door open all the way, positioning yourself in distracting view of the lens while he sneaks inside.   Then you follow and slam the door shut.  You both take a curtain and draw them together, meeting in the middle. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” you say.  It is not what you want to say.  You want to say, thank god you are here.  I missed you so much.  But that is an utterly foolish proclamation.  You know better.  You have always known better. 

But the son of your family’s greatest enemy is standing in your bedroom anyway.  He looks at you, at where you clutch your robe, at where you wet your lips.   He removes the glasses and tosses them aside, as if to study you more closely. 

“I shouldn’t,” he says.  You cannot tell if it is an agreement or a question. 

“No, you shouldn’t,” you say.  You take a step back, because every second in his proximity only compels you closer.  It is surer than a planet caught in a gravitational pull, threatened to be shattered by the sheer cosmic power of the star holding it in orbit.

He steps with you.  When you take another step, he follows.  Back and back and back.  He feels big in this space.  Even though your room is massive, his presence shadows your little world.  When your back hits the wall and he looms in front of you, he is all you can see.  Nothing else exists beyond him. 

“Changbin, we shouldn’t be doing this,” you say, though you know it is useless to protest your liaison with any logic, because this is a matter of the heart and not mind.  That rebellious heart of yours beats faster.  “If anyone found you here… we’d both be in so much trouble.” 

“I won’t let them hurt you,” he says.  He speaks with such easy confidence, like it is a matter of fact and not hope.  He says it so certainly that you almost believe him. 

“You can’t promise that,” you say. 

“Yah, shame on you,” he teases.  “You know I always keep my word.” 

It is true.  Though Changbin has a formidable reputation, it has little basis in actuality.  He is a man of strong moral principle.  He does not like the fighting and brawling and warring.  He does not hurt innocent people, nor does he put civilians at risk for the sake of a stupid business. 

And he has treated you with more loving respect than anyone else in your life. 

Of course you surrender to him, again and again, sighing now as you lean against the wall and release your robe.  It falls open and reveals your little nightdress.  His gaze dives down your body, igniting sparks inside you.  You were once insecure about your appearance, taking to heart your mother’s admonishments, that you were scrawny and gaunt, nothing but a burden as they struggled to find a match for you. 

It is no struggle for Changbin.  He curses even though he has seen you a dozen times.  He holds your hips, then runs his strong hands up your body so you shiver all over.  He cups the back of your head and draws you close, like he intends to kiss you.  You are ready for it, eyelids heavy and lips parting. 

With his other hand, he reaches for his chest holster.  You blink as he slowly draws the gun, as he brings it closer to you.  It feels like your whole body turns to liquid heat, heart thundering as he rests the barrel so delicately against your temple. 

“See, baby,” he says, “if they find us, they’ll blame me.  What was a little thing like you supposed to do, ah?  Fight me?” 

You are breathing harder, already so hot with anticipation.  You gasp when he tugs you closer still, the gun still tapping your temple. 

His lips are so close to yours, they almost touch.

“Poor baby,” he says.  “She’s so good to her family.  It’s not her fault Seo Changbin climbed in her window and fucked her in her little nightdress.”  He moves the gun, making your breath catch again.  The barrel touches your lips then moves down, down.  It brushes a sensitive nipple, then moves lower still.  The cool metal brushes your inner thigh under your nightdress and your knees starting shaking, a delicious heat twisting in your belly.  “Tsk, tsk,” he says.  “No panties.  Maybe it’s not my fault completely.” 

“We really shouldn’t do this,” you say, but it is still not what you want to say. I want you, I need you, so so badly.

He smiles and lifts the gun again, all the way up to your mouth where he taps your lips.

“Do you really think you’re in a position to give orders?” he asks.

It is so funny; Changbin is holding a gun to your lips but you feel more safe than dancing among those people at the party.  You trust him so completely, so irrevocably, that you do not feel truly threatened for even a moment.  There is something so liberating and joyous in allowing your body to go completely lax, in forgetting all your many grievances for the short but blissful time you have with him.  Your heart is so full you could burst. 

You kiss the tip of the gun, then smile. 

“Well,” you say.  “What are you waiting for?” 

He tosses the gun onto the bed so he can hold you with both hands when he kisses you.  You moan against his lips.  His searching hands are careful where he touches you, squeezing and loving. He cups the small curve of your breast in his palm, rubs there until electric desire shoots to every extremity.

You shrug your robe off and he wastes no time gathering you into his arms. He holds you so securely, picking you up with no effort at all.  Then you are pressed against the wall with him pressed against you. 

“Yes, yes,” you say, gasping, as he kisses down your neck.  He hikes you higher, catching you effortlessly, guiding your legs around him as he kisses down to your breasts.  He wraps his lips around a nipple through your dress, making you clench your thighs around him, which makes him giggle like the maniacal tease he is. 

“You like that,” he says, and tugs your dress down to get his mouth on you properly.  He is so good with his tongue.  You feel a little giddy, thinking to yourself that it is his true weapon.  Fast, precise, teasing you and working you until you are tugging at his head and grinding against him. 

“I need you,” you say, breathlessly, “Changbin, Changbin—”  

You seldom take your time, given the danger of the situation.  With the house empty and both your families occupied, you have time tonight to go a little slower, but you simply cannot wait.  You are both accustomed to instant satisfaction when together.  Your body feels wrong without him inside it.  You need him like a breath of air. 

“Please,” you say.

You do not have to beg much.  He fiddles with his belt and his zip, then he repositions you.  You cover your mouth to catch your squeal when he pushes inside you.  He moans into your neck to stifle his own sounds. 

“Baby, so good for me,” he murmurs, sounding intoxicated from the silky feel of you, wrapped around him so completely. 

You know the feeling.  You are incapable of forming sentences, clinging to him desperately as he fucks you steadily against the wall.  He holds you with just one arm, the other palm planted flat to the wall, near your head.  You clutch his big bicep while your other hand sinks in the hair at his nape.   You fuck until he is close, when he carries you to the bed and lays you out. 

You lean forward and take him in your mouth, sucking him down until he comes.  He bites his wrist to keep his volume down. 

You wipe your lips, smiling.  Then you sprawl back on the bed, nightdress turned to little more than a sash around your middle.  You slide it off completely.  Even though he just came, he is already looking you with hungry eyes.  He puts a knee on the bed, evidently ready to pounce.   

You pick up the gun and point it at him, quirking a playful eyebrow.  He blinks at you, surprised, then smiles as well. 

“Baby,” he says.  “That wasn’t the plan.”

“Do you really think you’re in a position to give orders?” you reply. 

It just makes him laugh.  The sound makes your heart gush with sentiment.  He looks so handsome and sweet, hair pushed back, a light sheen of sweat on his neck.  He is still mostly dressed, tucked back into his pants, but they are open and slung low, his shirt all untucked. 

He gazes at you with deep, dark eyes, nothing but affection on his face.  He plays your game and strips his shirt off, then he crawls across the bed until he is close enough for you to rest the barrel of the gun against his temple. 

“Go on,” you say, nodding. 

Truly, his tongue is the greater weapon.  The gun does not stand a chance, falling out of your hand, forgotten, as he descends between your legs.  You feather his hair through your fingers, then dig into his scalp, riding the motion of his mouth as he licks and sucks and kisses you down there.   You come with a shivering sigh, your legs shaking. 

He lifts his head and wiggles his eyebrows.  “Good?” he asks, to which you can only nod.  “Ha-ha,” he says, lightly slapping your thigh.  “Of course it was.  It’s me.”

You laugh, shaking your head and playfully rolling your eyes. 

“You are incorrigible,” you say. 

He climbs up your body and kisses you on the lips, tasting of you.  It makes you whimper, delighted. 

“I think you meant to say incredible,” he teases.  “That’s okay, I understood you anyway.” 

“I’m sure you did,” you say.  Because there is a great deal of truth in that statement.  You and him are on opposite sides of this ridiculous feud, but you are in exactly the same place.  No one understands you better than him. 

That understanding is written all over his face.  He smiles tenderly, cupping your cheek in his hand.  His next kiss is the definition of romance itself, sweet and long, enough to make you swoon. 

“How much time do you think we have?” you ask.

“Not much,” he answers, then kisses you again.  “Don’t think about it now.  It’s okay, baby.  I got you.” 

“I know,” you say.  You wrap your arms around each other and hold tight, kissing again while you can.  The truth is, neither of you is in any position to dictate your fate.  But he kisses you like that does not matter, with no past and no tomorrow on the horizon.   You take control of this moment and consider it a happy ending for as long as you can.   

[lacoffeeaddict]

I'm begging you, PLEASEE draw pc scott

AAAAAAA YEYAYAYAYA SCOTTTT SOMEONE FINALLY ASKED MMEMEEEEMEM TO DRAW THIS SILLYYY

AAAUGHHSJHSHKA HERE IS SCOTTTT I LOVE HIMMMMMM SM

THANK U FOR THE REQUEST !!! <3

[ninathekillxr]

Can you do Toby x EJ headcanons?

Yes I sure can!

• Definitely yapper x listener duo with Toby yapping and jack listening.

• Jack constantly pesters Toby about wounds that Toby hadn’t even noticed he had. He will spend hours disinfecting wounds and trying to keep Toby from injuring themself.

• Toby explains things to jack that they don’t understand, being a demon and all.

• Probably the least toxic relationship in the manor.

• Toby treats Jack a bit like an oversized puppy. Gently scratching jacks head as if petting a dog.

• When toby is out on missions he will take the kidneys from his victims to bring back for jack.

• Jack is very greatful for Toby.

• Toby is the jealous one in the relationship. Getting annoyed when jack talks to someone else for too long.

• Jack reassures Toby constantly.

• Jack is extremely patient with Toby especially when they are struggling with their bpd.

• Toby definitely have one of his kidneys to jack…

“Do you want one of my kidneys?”

“What…?”

• Jack is paranoid asf about hurting Toby accidentally. Even though Toby wouldn’t be able to feel it Jack still worries.

Nina’s comments~

I’m definitely gonna do more things like this because it’s super fun!

Nina out!

[hannie-berrie]

Loved the reactions drabble! Can we please get a Geum Seongje oneshot? Hmm something like him just being his rude cocky self to oc when she was just concerned about him? Something like what u did in ur reactions drabble.

Thank you!

Have a great day~

Hi Anonnnn, thank you for being my first request, I’m glad you enjoyed my WHC reaction post 🫣 I love cocky Seongje so this is really fun to write about! I hope this fulfills your request, if not, don’t hesitate to write to me again 🫶

Seongje’s reaction to his girl worrying for him

18+ Minors DNI

You hated how quiet the apartment felt without him.

Normally, Seongje filled every corner with movements, walking whilst on the phone, laying on the sofa with a cigarette in between his fingers, or wrapping his arms around you from behind like he owned you. Which, in his eyes, he did.

He’s often out fighting, he’s into dangerous activities, you really can’t escape him (not that you want to). The most difficult part of loving him isn’t his possessiveness, slight aggression but more so worrying all day for him and waiting for his return.

He hasn’t answered your texts since this morning.

You rocked back and forth on the sofa, arms crossed, phone stuck to your side like a lifeline. The news about the warehouse fire downtown played in the background, too close to his office for comfort. You felt a knot in your stomach.

You hate worrying. And he’d tease you for it. “What, you think I’d let a little fire keep me from coming home to you?”

Time went by and you swear you had bit off all your nails and it was starting to get you sick.

When the door finally swung open, you jumped out of your seat.

Seongje stood there, covered in dirt, lips bruised and cut like he’d just returned from war and expected applause. “Miss me, baby?”

“You idiot” your breath finally came back to you. You stormed towards him and punched his chest, weakly. “I thought something happened. I thought-” you felt tears form in your eyes as you spoke

He caught your wrist mid-swing and pulled you against him, one arm wrapping around your waist. “You were worried?” His voice lowered

“Of course I was. You didn’t answer me all day.”

He leaned down, brushing some hair out of your face “You think anything could take me out before I’ve ruined you properly?” His tone made your knees weak.

“Seongje,” you whispered softly.

His lips met yours “I kind of like you like this. All shaken, waiting just for me hm? You wouldn’t wait and worry for no other this way would you?”

You shivered as his hand slipped lower.

“No”

“Good,” a smirked drew on his lips, backing you toward the wall. “I’m going to make it up to you and make sure you never forget I came back.”

[halfmoonshines]

Hello! I saw that you write for TVD so I wonder if I can get a Damon x witch!poc fem reader, in which she, deferential to everyone who only expects the worst from him, sees something good in him, which is why she always chooses him and defends him (only Damon receiving all the love and care he deserves) please? With lots of fluffy and angst

thank you <333

deserving

damon salvatore x witch!poc fem reader

summary; you were not blind to everyone's aggression and faults, so why was everyone blind to everything but Damon's?

a note that this is not set anywhere specific in timeline - alsooo... minor Elena hate? She's such a villain to me.

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The living room of the boarding house had been destroyed, couch flipped and table turned to scrap by Stefan's outburst. He had stormed out quickly afterward, but not before telling both Elena and Damon that they had made him this way.

You stood near the entrance to the room, the magic in your veins humming as it begged to be released on the retreating, erratic vampire. He had been binging on human blood for so long now, you weren't sure he would ever go back to the mild mannered man you had first met all those years ago. No matter what scheme Elena and Damon concocted in their desperate attempt to save him.

"This is all your fault." Elena's voice wavered, but it was full of venom. Your eyes snapped to find her but she was locked on the eldest Salvatore. "You did this to him."

Damon shook his head, confusion marring his face. "Elena, you know that I've been trying-"

"If you had just cleaned up your act a bit sooner, Damon!" She was angrily gathering her things now, getting ready to storm out after her equally as volatile ex. "He wouldn't be this way if you hadn't influenced him."

Your eyes were only on Damon then, you could see the tell-tale clench of his jaw from across the room. The way his fingers flexed. He was upset, because he cared, but he would lash out because he didn't know how else to stand up for himself.

"That's not very fair, Elena. Stefan is his own person. Damon didn't make him do anything." Your voice was firm as you took the single step down into the living room, inching closer to Damon. Trying to let him know he wasn't alone.

Elena's eyes narrowed, a disbelieving smile gracing her face. "Are you really defending him right now?"

"Yes." No hesitation. "I am." You could feel his gaze burning a hole in your back while you stood like a human shield between him and the Gilbert. "I understand you're upset, we're all worried about Stefan. But it isn't fair to blame everything on Damon."

Her scoff would bother you for the next week. "Whatever you say." And with that she left.

The nervousness was settling in your chest when you finally turned to Damon, offering him a small smile. "Sorry about that."

His eyes searched yours for just a second before he turned around and walked upstairs silently.

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"Damon, you're bleeding." You noticed the blood literally pouring from his abdomen when he peeled himself away from you, having shielded you from the explosion that just rocked the gym of the high school. You vaguely noticed your friends pulling themselves to their feet around you, Caroline and Stefan arguing with each other over something. You didn't notice Elena storming over.

Everyone else's yelling voices faded away when you looked up to meet his gaze, noticing his eyes flickering over your dark skin, checking you for any injuries of your own.

You reached a hand out to heal him. You knew he would heal eventually, but it was the least you could do since he most definitely got injured shielding you. You didn't know what was going on with you and Damon lately, but just the thought of him bleeding made you nauseous.

Before your hand could make contact he was yanked away from you, a barely perceptible wince coming from him at the movement. You were angry before you even decided to be.

"How could you not warn us?" Elena's voice was shrill against the pounding in your head from the boom that happened moments ago. You couldn't help but noticed she didn't have a scratch on her but didn't hesitate to hit Damon right in the chest.

"Elena." You stepped forward to wedge yourself between them, not wanting Damon to take the matter into his own hands but not allowing Elena to put a hand on him. Vampire or not.

Everyone was staring now.

"No! Don't Elena me. He full knew that this group of vampires had ex military with them. A warning about potential bombs would have been nice!"

You tried hard to put a cap on your frustration. "Why would he willingly walk into somewhere that could blow him to pieces? Pretty sure there's no coming back from that. Even for a vampire."

Elena seemed to debate her reply for a moment, gaze going from the rigid vampire behind you to your own eyes. "One day, he's going to hurt you so bad, you won't care about his feelings anymore." She left with that, Stefan and Caroline in tow. Caroline was the only one who cast a haphazard glance back at you.

"Thank you." His voice was quiet, and your shock was loud.

"Of course."

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"Can you believe him?" You winced as Elena's angry voice sounded after the slam of the front door. You and Caroline had beat her to her own home after the showdown at the grill, hoping to clean up the broken glass you knew was waiting for her.

"I mean, what else do we expect?" Bonnie's reply was sardonic when they both rounded the corner, spying the other women in the kitchen.

"Damon is the most selfish, disgusting idiot that I have ever had the misfortune of knowing." Elena's tone was final as she slammed her purse down on the kitchen counter, pulling up one of the stools to plop into.

You tried to ignore that angry twinge that always started in your chest whenever people set their crosshairs on the older Salvatore. He seemed to be everyone's resident punching bag, despite the recent uncovered issues Stefan also harbored.

"I still say we should get rid of him." Caroline sounded chipper at the idea she presented, ready to have his head on a pike.

That was most definitely all that you could take. The glass you had been cleaning was roughly thrown into the trash can. "So we're going to get rid of Stefan too, right? Cut out the evil right at its root. Maybe Tyler too."

Her friends looked taken aback, each ones eyebrows pulling together while they stole glances at each other.

"Are you okay?" Bonnie was hesitant in her question, her caramel colored eyes focusing on your own.

"I'm fine, Bon. But it doesn't seem like you guys are. For the last year, all I have heard is how Damon is the bane of everyone's existence. How he's evil. How is what happened tonight his fault? Do you blame him for trying to save his mother? You surely wouldn't fault Stefan for doing the same. How can you make him the villain if you wouldn't hesitate to do what he does? If you were put in the same position?" You gripped the kitchen counter, willing your magic to calm from the swirling mess inside of your stomach.

"You can't mean that. He's done terrible things." Elena argued, arms crossing over her chest.

"So have you. So have I. But he's also done amazing things, Elena. He's sacrificed himself time and time again to try and win some kind of favor with you people but you've done nothing but take him for granted, and then demonize him even more when he dares to let your treatment of him hurt his feelings." By the end of your statement, you had your purse hanging off your arm and you were shoving past Bonnie to get out the door.

"Where the hell are you going?" Caroline questioned.

"To go make sure Damon's okay."

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You were pretty sure you knew where you were going to find him. Since The Grill was out of commission due to the commotion early in the night, he was definitely drinking at home. That's where you came upon him, sprawled out on the couch in the living room of his home, tumbler of amber liquid dangling from his fingers.

"Shouldn't you be plotting my demise with the Scooby Gang?" The defeat in his voice nearly made you halt, a sadness pulling at the back of your eyes. This man had no venom to him, only defeat.

You came around the couch and gently moved his legs to the ground, taking the seat you just cleared. Those clever blue eyes tracked your movements, something foreign shaded in them.

"I know you don't usually want to, but do you want to talk about tonight? It wasn't an easy decision to make, Damon." You tried to sound understanding without being placating, fearing him holding up behind those walls he so loved to build.

"It wasn't a difficult decision. She had to die. So she did." You would've believed his cold mask if you hadn't heard the cracking in his voice.

You sighed a bit, daring to reach a hand out to rest on his knee. His gaze snapped to yours quickly, hardening slowly like water in winter. "You don't deserve to feel like the villain, Damon. You're put in impossible positions to make terrible decisions, and then shunned for them. Please don't let their hatefulness make you feel any less than you are."

You thought he was going to quip back at you at first, a sardonic smirk on his face - but it dropped quickly, and his voice was almost a breath when he asked his question. "Why do you keep defending me?"

A million answers floated through your mind, because there were so many. But you felt like there was only one that would suffice right now. "Because I care about you."

His lips found yours quickly, fitting together like the last pieces of a puzzle.

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[selfishmachines1111]

HELLOO!!!! can I request for a shadow(and any other characters you’d like to put!) x reader where reader has anger issues and tends to get a bit violent when they’re angry?

ALSO I LOVE UR SONIC JEALOUSY HEADCANONS SM THEY WERE SO GOOD😭😭

thank you sm!!! i hope you enjoy!!!

Issues

┊➤ 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲; 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐆

┊➤ 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭; 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖

┊➤ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭(?)

shadow would most likely understand your anger issues, especially with the fact that he too has problems controlling his anger. so whenever you’d snap at him unintentionally, he’d try to not let his anger leak out. although, during the beginning of your relationship, it would cause some problems from time to time, leading to arguments between the two of you.

since shadow’s not so good with showing his emotions right off the bat, he probably wouldn’t apologize first. it’d start off with you two giving each other the cold shoulder, even if you were to live under the same roof. you guys wouldn’t lay in the same bed, and if you did you two would completely avoid facing each other(but somehow still ended up in each other arms in the morning). eventually, shadow couldn’t help but start to miss you. sure you guys still saw each other almost every second of the day, but it was different when he wasn’t able to hear your voice that he loves so dearly. so, after just one day, he’d throw in the towel and apologize. and really, all you wanted from him was an apology and some comfort, so you forgave him without hesitation, apologizing yourself too. which shadow immediately shot down and reassured you that it wasn’t your fault. after all, you’re you, and he loves everything about you.

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that night, the two of you were facing away from each other while laying on your shared bed. the argument from yesterday still present in both of your heads.

with an inaudible sigh, you shut your eyes, trying your hardest to fall asleep, to not let the tears fall. you couldn’t help but think that it was your fault you two was in this predicament.

“…i’m sorry.”

your ears immediately perked.

“what?”

you could hear him let out the slightest “tch”, but you could tell it was only out of embarrassment.

shadow turned around to face you.

“i said…im sorry, i shouldn’t have snapped back at you.” shadow told you, even in the dark you could make out the red tint on his muzzle. it was cute seeing him embarrassed honestly.

“then i’m sorry too-”

but he immediately cut you off. no way was he going to let you apologize for something you couldn’t control.

“no, no, there’s no need for you to apologize…just-just let do the apologizing…please.”

the black hedgehog spoke out in slight mumbles, making eye contact for just a second before breaking it.

with a small smile on your face, you opened your arms a bit, the covers that’s over you two lifting up slightly.

without hesitation, shadow crawled into your arms, making himself comfortable as your arms wrapped around him, his head laying comfortably on your chest.

gently petting his quills, you sighed in content, you missed this.

“i love you.”

you heard from the hedgehog, making your smile grow wider.

“i love you too.”

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[realtimefanduboutofcontext]

I’m gonna need a clip of “count how many sand is here, omega”

Bonus points if you include “count how many mouths he has”

ty

cinematic parallels: SnapCube's Real-Time Fandub, "Sonic the Hedgehog (2006)"

[vintageflowerangel]

Poly! Relationship with CHUUYA NAKAHARA and PM! DAZAI OSAMU

♡ A relationship between the two is just pure chaotic... You have two boys fighting over you all the time, a hot head, and a suicidal boy. (Tug of war wow-) 

♡ There's always back and forth arguments and bringing you in the middle of them just to see who's right or who's dumber than the other. 

♡ Arcade dates are a must in the relationship. The three of you have a little bet that whoever loses the most has to pay for dinner, and it's either you and Chuuya who lose because Dazai always jacks up the games to win. If you lose, don't worry! Chuuya will offer to pay so you won't have to spend your money. (He'll threaten Dazai that he won't pay for his meal but still pays either way.) 

♡ They're both really possessive over you. Sometimes, it can be overbearing, but they're just overprotective (it's mostly because they're jealous), not appreciating the way people glance at you out of interest or people talking to you like friends as an example. 

♡ There is no serious fighting in the relationship. It's mostly for fun and games, but if anything serious happens, they'd comfort you or give you some space, whatever you prefer. 

Date: 4/13/2024 

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

I love all the stuff you wrote I just have to say agagagagaag!!!

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Was wondering if you could do a Sonic x Singer/idol Reader?

What I’m imagining is Reader while performing actually in some way hides how they look on stage, so their in real life self doesn’t get swarmed! But…They’re friends with Sonic and the gang and they keep it secret from them? But when Amy maybe offers them all tickets to readers show reader has to do the whole- running one place to another before making an excuse to get on stage. But imagine Sonic notices the odd behaviour…

And imagine that after he’s now kinda trying to wonder why they’ve been acting off. So they end up spending more time together and getting closer and closer, mostly sonic probably hanging with them because oh idk…he thinks that reader might be a spy for some bad guy! But no they’re not.

Queue the classic they’re both having crushes but don’t want to admit it (mostly sonic) and it leads to them sort of not hanging out as much…but then reader one time decides that their next show they’re going to basically confess in their next song. To him. I imagine sonic “mysteriously” gains tickets XD. But while singing and stuff…reader reveals that it’s them but maybe they get nervous and end up running off stage and Sonic runs back stage to find them… and they both confessss???

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Wow that’s a lot sorry! But agagaga i love your writing!

“The Ultimate Confession”

Pairing: Sonic the Hedgehog x Singer/Idol Reader

Requested: Yes (by a very sweet anon!)

Description: Keeping your double life a secret was very difficult. You know what else was more difficult? Keeping your crush on Sonic a secret until the right moment.

Notes: Thank you for all of your kind words, anon! And I’m sorry I took so long to get your request done! I hope this does it justice!

(Reader will be gender-neutral.)

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“[Name]! [Name]! Will you go to [Stage Name]’s performance with Shadow and I, pleeeease?” you hear your friend, Amy Rose, ask.

“C’mon, Amy, you know performances aren’t my thing…” you say, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Oh come on! Just once?!” Amy asks. “For your bestieeee?”

Amy gives you her signature puppy dog eyes.

“…Sorry, Amy. It’s still a ‘no’,” you tell her.

“Hmph! Fine! Then I’ll bring Sonic with me!” Amy states.

“Sorry Ames! I’m busy that day!” Sonic yells from across the room.

“Busy doing what?!” Amy asks. “And how did you know what day it was?!”

“Busy kicking Egghead’s butt! Duh!” Sonic states. “He always attacks on the weekends.”

“He has a point,” you state.

“Fine! I’ll invite Cream then,” Amy says with a small pout.

“C’mon, Amy, don’t be like that,” you say. “I’ll take you to the mall some other day as an apology if you want.”

“Okay! That works for me!” Amy says, her demeanor instantly changing.

You sigh internally out of relief. That was a close one…

Your phone buzzes out of the blue, and picking it up reveals that your boss is calling you.

“Ah, one sec guys. I gotta take a call,” you say.

You walk out of the room, closing the door behind you. Your friends watch you leave curiously.

“That’s odd, [Name] never gets calls,” Amy mentions.

“There’s a first time for everything, hun,” Rouge states. “Try not to dwell on it.”

About a week or so goes by, and you’ve been busier than ever. A lot of signings, having to make cameos at places, taking Amy to the mall like you promised, and not to mention having to make a costume for this next show.

But it’ll be worth it.

At least, you hope it’ll be worth it.

You see…you have a massive crush on Sonic.

You have no clue if he likes you back.

I mean, to him, you’re just one of his friends that helps him beat Eggman from time to time!

But to anyone that’s not your friend?

You’re an idol.

So…maybe you sent Sonic and your friends free tickets…

So what?

So what if you were busy at the studio getting ready all day and couldn’t see them?

It was fine by you!

You hear the murmurs of the people in the audience, luckily hearing Sonic’s voice in the audience.

Okay. Go through with the show, then reveal yourself and confess.

You’ve got this.

Putting on the final piece of your costume, you head off onto the stage, waving as everyone cheers.

You tap on the microphone, making sure it works.

“Hello everyone!” you say.

“HELLO, [STAGE NAME]!” everyone yells back.

“Now, before we start, I ask everyone to stay until the end for a special message!” you state. “Now let’s get on with the show!”

…

Well, for what it’s worth, the show went well.

But when it came to the confession…

Hoo, boy.

“Thank you for coming to the show, everyone! But before you leave, I have one last announcement,” you say. “It goes out to our hero of Mobius, Sonic, who I’m glad came tonight.”

You notice Sonic in the crowd, and he seems surprised as peoples’ gazes fall on him.

You remove your mask, and almost everyone in the audience gasps.

“I like you, Sonic. And I’m sorry I kept this a secret for so long,” you state.

The crowd goes quiet, which is a first for your shows, and you all of a sudden feel nervous.

“W-Well- Thanks for coming, haveagoodnightbye!” you rush out, running backstage.

Gaia, that was embarrassing! Why did you do that?!

“[Stage Name],” you hear one of your bodyguards say. “Someone requested to see you.”

Looking behind you, you see Sonic next to your bodyguard, a sheepish grin on his face as he waves at you.

“Request accepted,” you say.

The bodyguard bows and leaves, leaving you and Sonic backstage.

Neither of you say anything for a moment.

“…So, you like me, huh?” Sonic asks.

“…Yeah. I do,” you say.

“For what it’s worth, I like you too,” Sonic says.

“I- really?” you ask.

Sonic lets out a ‘snrk’, chuckling a bit.

“What’s so funny?” you ask.

“It’s just- Heh. Here we thought you could’ve been working for Eggy, and here you are, as one of our favorite idols,” Sonic says. “That and your reaction.”

You also let off a chuckle.

“You doofus…” you say fondly.

“Yeah, but I’m your doofus,” Sonic says.

[screwpinecaprice]

Tuesday: Shopping

They got the same dress!

Personal connverse week for an anonymous Ko-fi tipper! (That's a simple-looking dress but I like it very much. :3 )

Prompts, ideas, and polaroid border effect also by anon.