#sonic drabble

[myymi]

“Come on, Mangey.” Prim sighed, placing a hand on her hip as she grabbed the bridge of her nose. The mentioned fox tilted his head at the bat. “It's only three letters.”

“I thought he'd get ‘fly’ immediately.” Gnarly grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Considering that's what he does now.”

“He can say feelings just fine, but can't get fly.” Thorn mumbled, shifting slightly against Birdie. The group were relaxing in the treehouse, soaking in the warm sun.

Mangey was curled up in the newest member’s lap, a scruffy blue hedgehog with incredibly messy quills. They'd met him when the little fox had wandered off one day without letting any of them know. The hedgehog had found him asleep in a pile of mud and managed to bring him back to the group safe and sound.

“Maybe he's just not ready yet.” The hedgehog, Spirit, suggested. He was idly scratching the fox's ear, leaning against a tree. “I mean, I couldn't talk until I was thirteen.”

“Really?” Prim asked, let the hand on her nose fall to her side. “What got you talking?”

“I don't think there was a specific thing.” Spirit shrugged, “My brother and sister tried for years to get me to talk. Nothing different happened. I just couldn't talk one day and then the next it was the easiest thing in the world.”

“So you're saying we're gonna have to wait until he's thirteen for him to talk?” Gnarly asked, clearly not happy about waiting.

“Maybe. Or shorter or longer or maybe even never at all.” The teen looked down at the kit in his lap, smiling when he saw him sleepily rub his eyes. “He'll talk again when he's ready. Nothing we can do but wait.”

Mangey let out a squeaky yawn before deciding to fully curl into a ball atop the hedgehog’s lap. The soft petting made him sleepy.

Spirit smiled fondly at the kid, reaching over to grab a piece of fabric to use as a makeshift blanket.

“Guess we can't argue that.” Prim mumbled with a shrug, looking back over her shoulder. “Hangry’s been gone a while. I'm gonna go check on him.”

“I'll come with you.” Thorn decided, already on her feet before the bat could refuse her company. Prim went to question it, but stopped when she noticed Spirit was starting to drift off too.

“You come too, Gnarly.” She quietly said instead, motioning for the echidna to follow. He looked confused, but followed the girls with only a few grumbles.

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[knuckleheadsandtails]

Sonic builds a grave

Drabble Prompt: Grief

Not long after arriving on earth Sonic made a small grave stone pile by his old cave for longclaw, made in a similar way to the ones he had briefly seen in the village.

When he moved into the Wachowski house he kept going back to visit, leaving fresh flowers on the grave and talking about his new home with his first mother with a sense of guilt and worry that he might be replacing her.

Eventually Tom and Maddie asked where he was going and he shyly brought them along. Maddie was very moved and helped him clean it up and even bought sunflowers to grow by the grave. Tom sat down and talked about how he promised to look after Sonic and protect him as well as Longclaw had.

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“So this thing could really fly?” Tails asked kicking his legs up and down as they rested upon the plane as he sat in the cockpit. He had always wanted to sit in the cockpit of a plane. He used to dream about it so much and now he was really here. And it was a biplane as well!

“Yup” sonic muttered softly taking in the wind that was blowing on his face with a smile, in the apocalypse you didn’t really get a chance to just relax and enjoy the small things. Somehow this kid had forced him into relaxation. It was nice no matter how he would never tell the kid that.

“Where did you go in it?” Tails asked curiously putting his feet firmly down and turning the yoak a few times trying to get it to unstick from where it had been almost frozen in place.

“Anywhere that i wanted. I flew with the wind and never looked back.” Sonic said honestly remembering the wind in his fur as he flew chucks plane to every part of the world. Despite that his favourite memories were his brother and sister and uncle waiting for him when he got home.

“Do you ever miss it?” The eight year old asked curiously, tails missed when he used to be little and in the facility. When he was littler he was taken care of and not left to fend for himself. He missed having the toys all the younger kids had to share and the badly painted walls.

It had been easier

He didn’t need to worry then.

“Everyday.” Sonic said wistfully remembering soft childhood memories of running around with his brother and sister without a care in the world. Its a shame tails never got that.

“I wish i could fly a plane” tails said with a soft smile as he admired the plane that he was currently sitting in

“Really? You like planes kid?” Sonic said surprised, sure the kid had known a lot about one of the crashed airplane that they came across and could correctly identify types of helicopter bur sonic just assumed it was apart of the kids training.

“Mhm!” Tails said violently nodding his head “ wish i was born early maybe i could have flown one” tails said with a bright innocent smile. A rare occurrence that sonic enjoyed, he had to remind himself that the kid was just cargo but god he was so much more than that.

“Maybe one day we can fix up the tornado and ill teach you” sonic said simply. The tornado was broken and overgrown, but with his years of experience and tails smarts they could probably fix if up together. It would be nice to fly again, it would also be nice to show tails what it was like to fly among the clouds.

“Really?!” Tails asked excitedly looking up at the older boy with bright eyes full of stars and excitement, his tails wagging as he beamed

“Course, after we get you to that hospital we’ll come back here and ill teach you how to fly” sonic said with a smile taking one of tails hands and helping the younger boy climb out of the Bi-Plane, it was getting dark and he couldn’t risk the kid getting hurt when they were this close to their, destination

“That would be nice” tails said with a smile as he walked alongside sonic back to the house that sonic used to live in, one that used to be so lively, it would be nice to stay here once this all was over.

[half-dead-writer]

Hello! Could you do a masc (gn is okay too!) reader with Boom Shadow where reader is a minimum wage worker (probably works at meh burger or some cheap store) and Shadow falls head over heels for him? Straight up love at first sight. Like it's completely one-sided and he's really embarassed about having a crush on some random guy (of all people lmao) but he tries his best to befriend him. It's based on a trope i have with my OC and i thought it'd be fun to see how someone else would interpret the dynamic! (If possible, maybe Shadow successfully asks him out on a date at the end?)

Author's Note

ty for that fun request!! :3 I had a masc reader in mind for this one but once again I couldn't fit the masc mention anywhere so it kinda turned out gender neutral lol idk if I made him too dramatic but I hope you enjoy it anyway! i don't really know how to call this format, it's like a fanfic but also loosely written, like in headcanon form oh well, whatever, it exists

Favorite Employee

Shadow keeps coming back to Meh Burger, but not because of the food.

character: Shadow The Hedgehog (Sonic Boom) words: 2,386 reader: gender-neutral (intended to be masc) warnings: none, I think?? slightly suggestive at the end but nothing bad

How did that happen?

Shadow would've never indulged in his craving for a burger if he knew what the day would bring.

But today, the ultimate life form entertained his stomach's demands, chaos controlling himself right in front of the cursed place.

He knew the citizens well, at least from afar. So the moment be laid your eyes on you he knew you were a new face. He hardly cared for newcomers, but something about you, your clothes, your attitude, seemed to draw him in.

Of course, he ignored the feeling at first, placing confident strides towards the counter.

His sharp voice cut through the silence. "One burger."

Whatever your response was, be it dull like the rest of the place, kind, or even shy, the mere sound of your voice as you handed him the bag with a burger inside, telling him the amount of money he owed, felt like a gut punch to his entire being. On the outside, his face remained hardened, but the frown he usually wore started to show a different emotion. Surprise? Confusion?

He grabbed the bag after paying for it, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The cave did nothing to calm down his beating heart, his eyes hardly focusing on the glowing markings adorning the walls.

Why was this happening?

The hedgehog looked at the bag in his hand, fingers clutching the paper so tightly it caused creases to appear on it.

Even run-ins with the blue hedgehog didn't leave him so... exhausted? Like he was on the verge of falling down.

That stupid face of yours was etched into his brain, worming it's way into his thoughts.

It was all stupid.

He felt... anger.

Initially, he thought it was directed at you.

But the deeper he dug, he realized the anger was stemming from seeing himself as weak.

How could he react like that to a random Meh Burger employee?

It was embarrassing. And he couldn't even figure out why.

Struggling to confront his emotions, he carefully unwrapped the packaged item. The presence of the object reminding him of events that transpired moments ago.

He wasn't even hungry anymore.

Safe to say, you started to notice his face in the crowd more often. Always the same order, at the same time.

Shadow was not known for his predictable behavior, but from experience, you could swear he'd always be there to get his food on time. You always made sure to prepare the bag a few minutes before his arrival, starting to notice the approval in his poker face as he received the item. You had no idea about the sickening butterflies appearing in his stomach each time his hand brushed against yours as you passed him his order.

Every meeting of yours was simple. Shadow appeared to get the order. Took the goods. Then teleported back. No conversation exchanged besides except for the transaction.

Until the one time you got to work late and the first thing you saw after arriving there, was the ebony hedgehog, arguing with your coworker, Dave.

"This one is insufficient." His piercing gaze bore onto the burger as if trying to make it disappear. Some poor excuse of sustenance, not even served by you. "Where's (Y/N)?" He knew your name by heart now, catching a glimpse of it on your name tag.

"Sir, we ensure you all burgers are of the same quality. Fresh from the freezer." Dave explained, dead eyes staring back at the clearly annoyed customer.

"Not what I asked, fool." His sight narrowed, already impatient with this fruitless conversation.

Another lavender shirt with yellow leaf-markings came into his view, this time not as infuriating. You.

He felt the need to flinch but stood his ground, not moving a muscle as you approached closer.

Obviously confused, you asked about the commotion.

Shadow remained silent, glaring at Dave. He didn't have to explain himself.

"This guy asked about you." He shamelessly pointed at the hedgehog. "I'm taking my break." And then he was gone.

Your eyes met with his in a silent question.

Shadow wanted to speak, but no words were coming out. Why did he feel like was not the one in control of the situation?

It was hard for him not to sound like a fool when the reason for his annoyance was him not seeing you.

"I didn't like his attitude." He mumbled an explanation. It was close enough.

Seeing the smile appear on your face after was worth it.

It was official. You were a better employee than Dave. Which of course, wasn't a surprise, but it still fed your ego a bit.

You took the bag left by Dave, passing it over the counter.

Shadow almost hesitated to grab it, his brain flooded with several thought processes. Should he add something else?

The hedgehog slowly took the object out of your hand, fingers lightly brushing over your own. The contact was the final push for him to spill out the words.

"What time do you leave work?" His question sounded more intimidating than he planned to, the rushed rumble in his voice coming out almost like a growl.

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden question. Then quickly recovered, reminding yourself he waited for an answer. Looking at the time, you responded truthfully, be it curiosity, genuine fear or lack thereof.

Without breaking the eye contact, he asked, or more so commanded you to arrive at the destination and time chosen by him.

Without even waiting for your response, the last words you heard before him disappearing were "Don't be late."

And just like that, he was gone. Leaving you with... possibly a life or death situation. You really weren't sure whether the guy was asking you to hang out, or planned to murder you where no one could find your body. As a newcomer, you didn't know much about Shadow, but from the passing conversation, you knew he was not a creature to mess with. Why would he out of all people invite you to a hang-out? That question haunted your mind for the rest of the shift, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't interested. You had to know what was the hedgehog's deal, even if it killed you. Possibly, he wouldn't. By a stretch, you were his favorite employee, after all.

Shadow did not need to hear your response. He teleported somewhere calm where he could gather his thoughts. He didn't think he was able to hear the rejection coming from your mouth.

If you didn't accept his offer, you wouldn't show. All that was left to do was to wait for the time of the meeting.

Panic was not something he experienced often. Even fighting with the toughest foes was not as stressful as talking about his feelings. But at this moment, the place inbetween waiting for you to leave work and the meeting, Shadow couldn't escape the churning in his stomach. The dread reaching up his spine as he thought of his next course of action.

Shadow did not have a plan yet, but one thing was clear. He wanted you to stop invading his brain and making him feel distracted, weak. Wanted you to give him the attention he deserved. Wanted you.

Multiple scenarios played in his head, wanting to be prepared for every possibility. You running away, rejection, at worst, maybe laughter. None of them were positive, but he had to make sure he'd be able to accept the outcome, no matter the response.

He was rehearsing what to say in his mind. Wondering if he looks presentable. Checking the time over and over (he was not gonna be late). Picking where to stand so the lighting makes him look cooler, even if he wouldn't admit to that part. Everything had to be on his terms if he was gonna lower himself to be... vulnerable.

The time passed quicker than he'd like. He was already at the place, watching from afar, noting any movement that his eyes could catch. And alas, he had noticed your silhouette, approaching the meetup spot at the agreed on time.

He teleported behind you, earning a startled yelp that made a subtle smirk appear on his face for a moment.

“You’re late.”

You weren’t. It was just his way of managing the emotions threatening to rise to the surface.

Opening your mouth to respond, Shadow beat you to it and spoke first. He didn't wanna waste any time.

“Why did you smile?” His tone was flat, but the question held weight. “Earlier. When I said I didn’t like his attitude.”

He didn't know how else to ask "Do you like me?" without saying it out loud. He had to get some information before proceeding with the heavier stuff.

You hesitated for a second. Did he really have to get you out here just to ask that question? You decided to tell the truth.

“Well… it was nice to be appreciated.”

That caught him off guard.

His eyes widened slightly, just enough to be noticeable. His posture tensed, but not out of anger.

You gave a small shrug, trying to play it off, but the warmth in your voice betrayed you. “Nobody really notices when you do your job right. You noticed.”

He spoke after a second of suffocating silence. “That wasn’t the intention.”

You gave him a wry look. “You almost started a fight over a burger. Kinda seemed like it?"

His eyes narrowed, something in his expression shifting. His angry defensiveness was still there, but something else also shined through his attitude. Almost like he was... flustered.

“It wasn’t about the burger.” He grumbled, his voice keeping it's harshness. The questions were too much to bear.

“Then what was it about?” You couldn't stop the question from escaping your lips.

He looked away. Not down, but to the side, like your gaze was too much to handle. You could see the war behind his eyes. He wanted to retreat, teleport out, pretend this never happened. But he couldn't. His pride wouldn't let him.

“It wasn’t about the food. It was about you not being there.” The stiffness showed in the words that came out. Clearly, he wasn't used to spilling his thoughts like that.

You didn't know how to respond. Seeing your surprised and mildly confused expression, Shadow decided to continue.

"It shouldn't matter. Your absence should not distract me. And yet," he sighed bitterly, disappointed, more so at himself. "I can't get you out of my head."

His eyes returned to meet with yours with intimidating intensity. He took a step closer. "It's pissing me off."

You almost held your breath as the hedgehog approached, quiet yet heavy steps heading your way.

He stopped just a foot away from you. The silence between you both felt too loud, the lack of any response from him only adding to the rising tension in the air.

You swallowed, trying to make sense of the situation. “So… you like me, and that’s the problem?”

Shadow's cheeks get warmer, not used to such intimate matters in regards to him. It was uncomfortable.

“I don’t like you,” he snapped quickly, like a knee-jerk reflex. Then paused. A realization. “…I mean- I don’t just like you.” He mumbled the last sentence.

“I don’t know what this is. I don’t even know what I want from you,” he kept talking, not because he wanted to, but because now that the dam got broken, he couldn't stop. “I don’t even know why it’s you. But I can't keep pretending like it doesn’t affect me.”

Your silence stretched too long due to pure astonishment, hearing the raw sincerity in the hedgehog's words, and the hope for him to say something else

Shadow just stood there. His eyes searched your face, scanning for some sign, anything, that'd show him you weren’t about to laugh, dismiss, or worse, pity him.

But in that long several seconds, you were still quiet. Shadow was not satisfied with your "um"s and "uhh"s as you looked for a response that'd convey your opinion clearly.

His patience ran out prematurely and he took a single step back. Jaw tight, fists clenched at his sides, and voice filled with furious apprehension, barely keeping his cool.

“I didn’t say all that for nothing. You heard me. Now you deal with it.”

There was no warmth in his tone. Only a brittle edge, barely holding together the storm beneath it. He wasn’t angry at you. He was bracing himself. His harsh words were a desperate plea for you to do something.

Any hint of you reciprocating, be it approaching closer, a soft smile, physical touch or telling him about your feelings would give him the push he needed.

He'd close the leftover distance between you two, gaze locked into your eyes, your face, your lips. As if in disbelief. Adrenaline coursing through him like he was in the middle of a battle. Now that his emotions were fully on display, he had a hard time stopping them. The need to make you his. To express it.

He leaned in even closer. There was no doubt what the motion meant. He was about to kiss you, yet still gave you time to reject his advances, almost like a challenge.

When you didn't pull away, his lips finally pressed into yours.

The relief was immense, pulling his emotions out like a magnet to the surface. The kiss wasn't aggressive, but it was filled with restrained desire to devour you, now that he finally won.

Alternative take: if you'd be bold enough to kiss him first as your response (or showed obvious eagerness after he kissed you first)

One moment he was staring at your pretty face, next he felt the pressure on his lips.

It took him by a surprise, making him lose his cool for a second.

But as you showed him the extend of your approval, he quickly recovered, palms clinging to your sides, pulling you even closer.

Depending on your input, the kiss could get way more heated. You got this boy in the bag. Or vice versa.

As you parted ways, Shadow's expression was less guarded. He wore a satisfied smirk that went well with the gleam in his eye.

You were officially his.

[jubmato]

"so... did everyone enjoy the transfem robotnik drabbles?"

"no, orpheus. only you did."

"oh. well, that was pretty much my target audience anyway."

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[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

I've seen a lot of takes on what would happen if Sonic and Tails returned to West Side Island and confronted the people who were so abusive to Tails, and I had an idea for a somewhat new spin on it.

What if, now that Tails is a world famous hero, the Islanders try to try to basically gaslight him into thinking none of the abuse ever happened? They find out he's coming and they throw a big "Welcome Home" party and give him a medal and stuff, and when confronted about their treatment of him just completely deny or twist it. Like "oh yes I'm so sorry there were a couple kids who were bullies but that happens to everyone you weren't being targeted, and we tried to get them to stop it" or "we didn't know you were alone and homeless, if we knew we would have taken you in" and all sorts of garbage like that

And Tails, who's maybe a tween-young teen now, and no longer has distinct memories from that early in his life, starts to question if maybe he really was blowing things out of proportion. Maybe he really was just bullied by one or two kids, and they weren't really that bad. Maybe people didn't really chase him away and refuse to even let him go through their garbage for food. He knows he has anxiety. Maybe he was just imagining how much everyone hated him. And he almost wants to believe it, to believe that he was never truly hated.

But Sonic remembers. Sonic remembers the gang of older kids beating and violently attacking toddler aged Tails, and only stopping when he physically intervened with his own fists. He remembers questioning the townsfolk about the two-tailed fox he'd seen and being meet with sneers and complete disdain. He remembers how skinny Tails was, how his ribs were visible even through his fur and how he wolfed down the food Sonic offered him so quickly that he nearly threw it up later. He remembers how Tails flinched from any quick movement or attempt at touch. He remembers the long process of gaining the fox's trust, a process that tested his nine-year-old patience as he spent literal weeks urging Tails to come closer, keeping his hands slow and his face friendly, finally getting the fox to join him at the campfire, to walk beside him without dashing away when moved his arm too fast, and then, eventually, to let him touch him. He remembers the first few times Tails let him try to brush out his matted, dirty fur, each knot a testament to neglect, and finding scars and wounds on the skin beneath that spoke of so much abuse. He remembers realizing for the first time that normal, everyday Mobians could be just as cruel as Eggman.

Tails doesn't trust his own memory. But Sonic remembers. And Sonic is not quick to forgive.

[amongus543]

shadow isn’t a big show off guy, he’s just wants to hit harder than usually… (but always seeks your attention and possible praise, tings of annoyance when it’s dragged away from him and onto another.) he would never like anyone who’s like you, ha, what a joke! (but he always has that feeling he can’t place.) hates the way you call his hostility (jealousy) cute. what’s so cute about it? huuuh? ”hey, are you blushing?” of course he’s not. are you delusional? ”hey you totally are!” he huffs, looking away once more. he doesn’t like you, not one bit.

[kiszjuli]

9:54pm —

𓂃sweet talk ៸៸

charming!jaehyun x fem!reader. [ w.c. 1.5k ]

ᯓ★ now playing — leave the door open - silk sonic

—

the jazz bar is bathed in golden light, the warm glow flickering against polished wood and half-filled glasses. the air is thick with the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the slow, sultry wail of a saxophone. velvet curtains frame the dimly lit stage, where a woman sings in a voice so smooth it drips like honey.

you weren’t planning to stay long. just a drink, maybe two. something about the hazy atmosphere, the way the music thrums against your skin, feels dangerously intoxicating. you settle onto a barstool, trailing a finger along the rim of your glass, when you feel it—

a gaze.

you glance up, and there he is.

white button-up, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a brown vest snug against his frame. his dark hair is gelled back, but a few strands have slipped free, framing the sharp angles of his face. under the low-hanging lights, his skin glows like brushed gold, deep shadows carving into his cheekbones.

and those eyes. dark, warm, unreadable. locked on you like he’s already decided how this night will end.

you arch a brow. “see something you like?”

his lips curve up slowly. he doesn’t look away.

instead, he pushes off from where he’s leaning against the piano, making his way over with the kind of confidence that doesn’t demand attention—it simply commands it.

“maybe,” he says, voice smooth as the whiskey in his hand. he settles into the stool beside you, elbow resting on the bar, head tilting just slightly. “but i like to be sure.”

your fingers tighten around your glass, the ice shifting with a quiet clink. up close, he smells like cedarwood and a hint of something warm, something expensive.

“hm,” you hum, taking a slow sip. “what if i wasn’t interested?”

he exhales a quiet chuckle, eyes dropping to your lips before flicking back up. “then i’d have to work harder, wouldn’t i?”

the bartender slides him another drink, and he lifts it in a silent toast before taking a sip, watching you over the rim.

the music swells, the double bass thrumming deep in your chest.

he sets his glass down with a soft clink. “dance with me.”

it’s not a question.

your lips part slightly, caught somewhere between amusement and intrigue. “what makes you think i dance with strangers?”

his smirk deepens, leaning in, just enough for you to catch the rasp of his voice over the music. “jaehyun,”

grinning fully in amusement this time, you take his hand shaking it slowly. “y/n…”

he stands, smirk still plastered on his face, holding out a hand, palm up—patient, expectant.

you should say no. should laugh, shake your head, tell him you’re not that easily swayed.

but something about the way he looks at you, like he already knows your answer, makes your pulse stutter.

your fingers brush against his.

and just like that, the night takes its next breath.

—

you don’t expect the way your heart stutters when his fingers close around yours. there’s a moment, a hesitation, where you almost pull away. but instead, you let him guide you onto the dance floor, his hand firm in yours, warm against your skin.

the air is thick with the haze of smoke and whiskey, the sound of jazz curling around you like a lover’s embrace. you both step in time to the slow, steady rhythm, your body naturally swaying to the music. the world outside the bar seems to melt away, leaving just the two of you in the soft golden glow of the lights.

jaehyun doesn’t break his gaze as he leads you, eyes dark and focused. his movements are smooth, almost effortless, as though he’s done this a thousand times. you can feel the tension between you, the way your chest brushes lightly against his as you move.

“you dance well,” you say, more to break the silence than anything.

he tilts his head, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. “i could say the same about you.”

there’s something in his tone, deeper, softer, that lingers in the air between you. it’s no longer just playful, but something more, something undeniably intimate. you try to brush it off, but the way his hand settles at the small of your back, pulling you in closer, makes it hard to ignore.

“i wasn’t expecting to get pulled out onto the floor tonight,” you admit, your voice quieter now, as you let the music surround you.

jaehyun’s lips curve into a grin, and he leans in just enough for you to feel his breath against your ear. “you think i’d let you leave without dancing with me? not a chance.”

you can’t help but chuckle at his confidence, though it’s clear there’s no teasing in his words. his hand slides from your back to your waist, the touch now more possessive, but still light. it’s like he’s holding you close without actually holding you, if that makes sense. the way he moves, the way he’s so sure of everything, pulls you in deeper.

“you’re a bit bold,” you say, your heart beating a little faster now.

he leans back just enough to look at you, eyes searching yours. there’s an intensity in his gaze, something almost unreadable. “i’m not bold. i’m certain,” he replies, his voice low, steady.

you swallow, not sure what to make of the sudden shift in the atmosphere. the space between you is electric, and the moment feels like it’s teetering on the edge of something more.

“so what now?” you ask, half teasing, half uncertain.

jaehyun’s smirk is slow, deliberate, but his eyes soften. “now? we keep dancing. and if i’m lucky, i’ll get you to stay a little longer.”

the music swells, and you let yourself get lost in it, in the way his hand tightens just slightly, pulling you a fraction closer. you can feel the warmth of his body against yours, the subtle, rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. his fingers graze the side of your neck as he keeps you near, and you’re not sure if it’s the music or him, but you find yourself leaning in a little more.

his lips brush the shell of your ear as he whispers, his voice almost a growl: “you’re not leaving soon, are you?”

the question hangs in the air, a challenge, a request, all wrapped in one. you meet his eyes, your pulse racing in your throat, and something inside you dares to wonder if maybe, just maybe, staying was always the plan.

well you were, but now… “no,” you reply, barely above a whisper. “i’m not.”

jaehyun’s smile is full of satisfaction as the music takes you both deeper into the night. his hold on you never wavers, and as the song carries on, you realize that nothing else matters but this moment—this stolen time under the warm, golden lights.

—

the song fades, but neither of you step away. jaehyun’s hand still rests at your waist, his touch light yet lingering, like he’s memorizing the feel of you beneath his fingertips.

your breath comes a little uneven, the space between you thick with something unspoken.

“you lead well,” you murmur, tilting your head.

jaehyun exhales a quiet chuckle, his thumb brushing faintly over your side before settling again. “you follow well.”

“you make it easy,” you admit, before you can think better of it.

his gaze flickers, something knowing glinting behind the golden glow of the bar lights. “so do you.”

you roll your eyes, but your lips curve. “do you ever stop flirting?”

his grip tightens—just briefly, just enough to make your breath catch. “why would i, when it’s working?”

your stomach flips, but you keep your expression even. “bold assumption.”

he leans in slightly, voice lower now. “am i wrong?”

your fingers brush the bar behind you, grounding yourself, because the way he’s looking at you—like he already knows your answer—has your heart racing again.

“depends,” you say, tilting your chin. “are you trying to impress me, or just entertain yourself?”

his smirk is slow, deliberate. “can’t it be both?”

you shake your head, exhaling through your nose. “you’re impossible.”

jaehyun hums, stepping back just slightly—but his hand doesn’t leave your waist. “and yet, you’re still here.”

he lets the words settle, then—softly, smoothly—says, “let me buy you another drink.”

your fingers hover over his for half a second too long.

jaehyun notices.

you sigh, shaking your head, but there’s a small smile playing at your lips. “just one.”

his grin deepens. “we’ll see.”

the bartender slides another glass in front of you, the golden liquid catching in the dim light. you take a sip, feeling the warmth spread through your chest.

you had only planned to stay for a drink. maybe two.

but somehow, the night had stretched longer, weaving itself between stolen glances and lingering touches, between the rich hum of jazz and the quiet thrill of something just beginning.

and for once, you don’t mind.

—

[antirepurp]

sonic who's a bit older and a bit more mentally tired than he used to be. who's finally had some time to understand the weight of the things he does and foes he faces, who's beginning to realize the kind of shit he battles and the powers he messes with, but who actively tries not to think about it too hard. who keeps up the smile even when he's not fully feeling it that day, who's much more quiet when he's by himself than he used to be. whose appreciation of his friends grows with every passing day, who believes in them even more than he used to to the point he doesn't need to fear death (if he even did in the first place); if the world is in their hands after his passing, things will turn out alright

[comesatimecomesashadow]

shadow with his latina gf (because why not) (drabble) (reader's a mobian)

ᯓ★ . . .

thinking about shadow who gets invited over to the carne asada and is immediately overwhelmed by your curious tias and tios questioning him since you usually never bring boys over . . . . he has to be saved from your nosey cousins and relatives on multiple occasions and frankly, despite his reserved nature he quite likes the fact that you're so protective of him around your family, it makes him feel warn inside . . . . shadow who comes to love your home-cooked meals because 1. they actually make him full and 2. theyre delicious as hell. whether it be tamales, pollo asada, chilaquiles, carne con papa or literally any other dishes, he's in love with it. . . . shadow, who learns how to dance bachata impressively well (your tias are definitely raising their brows at the two of you upon seeing you dancing together) . . . if you're alt or in any alt subcultures, he definitely cheers you up if your family doesn't accept you for the way you dress or your point of views on things, he'll always be accepting of his lover even if the world is against them (we all know how hard it is to be alt in a latino family; emo latinas rise up 🙏🙏). . . . when parties reach the 2am mark, shadow and you usually either just chill on the porch/backyard together and talk or if you have a room, the two of you just go there and avoid everyone together (bcs its peak). . . . shadow gradually picks up some spanish after being with you and learns the slang relatively quickly. he sounds a bit more gruff in spanish but you think its cute when he mispronounces a word or asks you for help.

ᯓ★ . . . m.list

ok thats it guyz i have school tmr so i gotta sleep 💔

[myymi]

“Look. Yer new here, I get it.” Sails grumbled, his mechanical arm resting on the hedgehog’s chest to force him to keep his distance, “But you need to learn our rules and fast.” He growled, eyes narrowing into a glare.

Sonic tried to keep his body from visibly wilting at the rejection. He wasn't used to being pushed away by his little brother, and it seemed to hurt worse the second time around.

Except they aren't his little brother, are they? Nine and Sails don't know him. They shouldn't trust him. But he needs them to. Sonic needs his brother(s?) to trust him to keep them safe, why won't they let him protect them?

That's his job, isn't it? He has to keep them safe from those who are hunting them or whatever awful thoughts are plaguing them. What good is protecting the world when he can't protect his world?

“Whaddya mean?” He decided to ask, firmly ignoring the way his voice wavered even after the fox in front of him raised a brow at it.

“I mean quit stickin’ yer nose where it don't belong.” Sonic tried to ignore the fact that only one of the pirate's ears folded down as he crossed his arms, shrinking into himself. “My tale ain't your business, so quit poking.”

“I didn't mean to offend you or anything,” Sonic said, raising his paws in surrender. He'd never want to push his brother to talk about something he didn't want to. Why didn't he just drop it? “I was just worried, y’know?”

“Don't worry over strangers, landlubber.” Sails warned, his metal arm retreating from the teens chest as he averted his gaze, “it'll only make things harder for ya.” He mumbled, almost too quiet for the other to hear.

“But you're not a stranger, Sails.” The older argued, watching the fox’s movements, “I know everything about you!”

“No, you don't.” The kit frowned, his fur bristling, “If ye did, ye wouldn't be here askin’ questions about a life that doesn't concern you.” Was the last thing he said before turning away from the hedgehog, quickly making his way to somewhere on the boat that wasn't near him.

Sonic's ears flattened against his head as he watched Sails walk away, his left paw holding his right arm in an absolute death grip. He groaned and ran his paws down his face.

This was his own fault.

He's always been one to preach about boundaries. He remembers he used to have to remind a 4 year old Tails quite often that sometimes people just didn't want to talk about or do certain things and that was okay.

So why didn't he keep his big, stupid mouth shut when he saw Sails start to pull away?

Sure, Sails wasn't technically Tails, but they had the same mannerisms. His tails twirling around themselves to appear as a single appendage, his eyes looking down to stare at his crossed arms, his fur proofing up, and his foot tapping against the ground were all signs that someone was pushing him too far. Sonic knew that, yet he wouldn't stop pushing.

Maybe it was the desperation to understand this two tailed fox. Because he wasn't his fox, but he was so close he might as well be his doppelganger. Yet the teenager didn't actually know him.

But he wanted to. He wanted to show the kit that he was the one the kid should trust. He wanted to prove to Sails that he was a free shoulder to lean on if he needed it.

A big brother who would always have his arms open, waiting to comfort the fox should he need it.

It was a need for the hedgehog. He so desperately needed his little brother to understand he was always here that he forgot that Sails wasn't his brother. Not in those blue eyes, anyway.

To Sails, Sonic was a stranger. He was just some guy they found on an island who begged to be let aboard their ship. They had only met a few hours ago.

He was, understandably, overwhelmed by the hedgehog. It seemed like the stranger knew almost everything about his life, except for one key detail; Sonic didn't exist in it.

And that's exactly what made Sonic keep pushing. He wasn't a part of Sails’ life, but he wanted to be. Because he knows what Tails’ life was like before meeting the hedgehog, and he needed to make sure Sails was safe.

Nine wasn't.

Mangey wasn't.

There had to be at least one variant of his little brother that was okay. The kid's safety couldn't only rely on Sonic, surely there had to be one of them that got off easy.

But he guesses that was just another assumption he was wrong about.

“Landlubber!” Sonic's ears twitched at that, swiveling around until they located the direction the shout came from. He turned around to see Batten flying above him.

“What’d ye say to Sails?” She asked, one hand resting on her hip as the other held the hilt of her sword. The bat nodded her head up towards the crow’s nest.

Squinting, Sonic could see Sails was leaning against the banister, his head hung low.

The hedgehog winced and rubbed the back of his neck, “I kinda pushed him about something I shouldn't have.” He admitted, ears folding down against his head. “Do you know how I can make that up to him?”

Batten’s frown deepened as she glanced up to the fox for a brief moment, “Don't do anything. He'll sort it out on his own.” She advised, lowering herself down to land beside the hedgehog. “And don't bring the topic back up again. Ever.”

“Noted.” Sonic tried to smile, but it was very obviously strained. He sighed and looked away from the fox, not wanting to be caught staring.

He wasn't used to leaving Tails alone. When the fox was upset he would always bring him a gift to make up for whatever it was he did.

But maybe it's time to stop treating these two tailed foxes like they're his little brother. It never seemed to work out in his favor.

[knuckleheadsandtails]

Greenhills Heatwaves

Drabble Prompts: Seasons

Characters: Tom, Maddie, Sonic, Tails and Knuckles.

The first summer the boys are living with the Wachowski's they are hit was a massive heatwave, making the boys sick and very lethargic. Maddie and Tom are quick to put together a game plan together.

They buy 3 new cooling mats, and cool bed sheets for the boys beds, playing the mats in the living room for them to nap and relax on.

Tom buys a large kids paddling pool and sets it up in the backyard under tree shade, along with a new swing seat with a canopy for the him and maddie to sit on and watch over the boys.

Maddie bought a variety of cute and fun ice trays and lollipop molds, filling them with fresh fruit and water to make nice snacks for the boys to chew on.

All drabble and HC are free to use in fics/Art! Just tag/@ me so I can read/see them!

[t0rn4d0273]

Idk what happened the hyperfixation demons took over and I wrote a mini fanfiction about the asksonicverse-

We love paradox and prism <<<333

[insert super cool title here]

It was a slow day. The few questions that had shown up had been answered, and really, they were all doing nothing. So the hedgehogs all retreated, some to their tents, others to the bar, and others in the middle of the blank room, where they sat playing uno.

It was latch’s idea. He had become proficient at playing cards with himself, and it was a favorite pastime of his and his brothers back in his universe. When he wasn’t playing music or doing general latch things, he had been teaching most inhabitants of the void to play different types of card games.

“UNO!” Emerald screamed, slamming down his penultimate card, leaving one left in his hand. The circle consisted of bandi and boost (who never missed a chance to compete with the other), as well as classic, emerald and doom at his side, and of course, latch and reeves. Paradox and Prism sat just outside the circle, having stopped playing three rounds ago after everyone got absolutely demolished by classic.

After the (admittedly messy but still very successful) confession of feelings, the two had been completely inseparable, their hands always intertwined, rarely leaving each others side.

The two sat, enjoying the chaos of the uno game, hands connected and bodies pressed close. Prism leaned his head lightly on paradox’s shoulder, giggling at the yelling of the uno game as Emerald was foiled with a +4.

Paradox was unaware of this, as the only thing he could focus on was the beauty of the hedgehog sitting next to him. The way his stunning dark but still bright green eyes were barely able to hold focus, his soft blue quills and the way his cheeks puffed up when he laughed, the little flick of his ear and the adorable fidgeting of the hand not currently intertwined with his own, the soft rose blush that flushed his face as prism caught sight of paradox staring at him. A small smile spread across his face as he leaned back, tracking paradox’s eyes with his own.

Instinctively, prism leaned forward and planted a small kiss on paradox’s forehead. He returned to his sitting position, leaning against Paradox’s side, whispering, “You were staring again.” Paradox just stared at prism with a red face, ears pressed back in astonishment. Prism giggled, continuing to speak before being cut off, “you’re adorable when you’re flustered, you know that-“

Paradox quickly grabbed prisms shoulders and pulled him into their first proper kiss. It was quick and light, nervous but full of quiet, unstated love. Paradox quickly broke the kiss, face flushed, muttering a quick “sorry” before blankly focusing on the uno game (latch and boost are arguing about proper rules of uno). Prism just smiled at his side, still processing the moment. After a second, he wrapped his arms around Paradox and muttered a soft “thanks” as he buried his head in his boyfriend’s chest.

uh- everyone always tags the creator but im really scared to because they seem cool and i dont wanna disturb them but like you only live once-

@verizzafai (imsorryimsorryimsorry)

And here’s the ask blog if anyone wants to read it (HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT) @asksonicverse

[futuristichedge]

My bug if actually bug

[procrastinating-story-writer]

Crashlanding Hedgehogs

Chapter One

When you woke up that morning, the end of the world was the furthest thing from your mind... you also didn't expect a living being to crashland in your backyard.

"I should have stayed my ass in bed... sleeping through five alarms should have been a sign to stay my ass at home."

Is what you grumbled as you exited your car on the way to do some grocery shopping.

The traffic was crazy and cars were not moving. Why?

Your answer came as you stood on the chaotic streets of London, watching the ascension of the Eclipse Canon from G.U.N headquarters.

This was not something you expected to happen today. The music from the car radio abruptly switched to an emergency news broadcast.

The announcement about the end of the world came moments later... it had you sipping your coffee, calm as a cucumber while folks around you ran around frantically.

To you, if it's meant to be, them so be it. No use losing your mind over what you clearly can't control.

Call after call came to your phone but you ignored each one. There was no urge to speak to anyone.

Climbing on top of the hood of your car was the best decision to watch the sky. The bright beam from the canon was both beautiful and haunting. At least dying would be instantaneous. Hopefully.

You counted down the inevitable, humming that tune from when the titanic was sinking. Your mind made up to die... it was a good life (as short as it was) despite the ups and downs.

The beam got brighter, closer, this was it... that was until Dr. Robotnik addressed the world with his speech about 'if I can't have world domination, I might as well save it...''

The death beam passed over where you sat, which then vanished seconds after the explosion.

Everyone around were cheering, but you couldn't help but roll your eyes, "what a good day wasted. Let me get my groceries and head home."

Things were uneventful after that. You did your shopping (making sure to keep out the way of exuberant patrons), got home in one piece, made a quick dinner, and was now having a cold beverage as you sat on a lawn chair in your back yard.

Living out of the busy city had its perks, and the main one was the quietness. Not a neighbor for miles.

Unfortunately, the quiet was interrupted by something fast approaching. Looking up, a ball of fire was hurling directly at you.

"Well, fuck."

Call it luck, a miracle, or just good reflexes, but the speed at which you moved saved you from getting hit.

The poor lawn chair couldn't say the same. The collision rackled the ground, the sound making your ears ring.

Today was just cursed, wasn't it?

It took a few minutes to get your breathing and heart rate to calm down; another few to stand upright with wobbly knees.

There was a fucking crater when your lawn chair was.

The areas decorated with broken gravel, blotches of fire, and your poor flowers.

You should have turned tail and sprinted out of there, maybe call the police but common sense must have taken a vacation because you decided to investigate.

Colored you shocked when an unconscious body appeared as the smoke cleared. Why was there a life-sized hedgehog unconsciousness in your back yard?

"I know I'm not drunk... nah, I'm not seeing things."

You couldn't help but stare, noting that they were alive somehow (by the rise and fall of their chest) after crashing from the sky.

Sighing, you quickly but carefully moved the body, slowly taking it inside.

"I must be out of my mind. Let's hope I don't come to regret this later on."

If you had only known the headache it would bring later on, you would have left him there.

[mohbardaweel1]

Video | The moment the occupation bombed a building in the Nuseirat camp in the middle of the Gaza Strip, this morning