#Sonic universe x reader fluff

[mindless-existence1]

First kiss w shadow? Would the reader have to be the first one who does it, or is it him?? How would it even go down 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Enjoy, thanks for sending and ask ❤️

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The soft evening glow filtered through the window, casting a warm light on the room. You and Shadow had spent the past couple of hours together, a comfortable quiet settling between you as you talked, played a casual game, and just... existed in each other’s company.

It was always like this with Shadow—calm yet charged with an unspoken energy that neither of you ever quite addressed. You weren’t oblivious to the way he sometimes glanced at you when he thought you weren’t looking, or how his usual stoic demeanor softened around you.

And you couldn’t deny the way your heart raced whenever he was close. Tonight felt different, though. Shadow had been quiet for a while now, sitting next to you on the couch, his arms resting on his thighs as he leaned forward slightly.

He looked deep in thought, his crimson eyes focused on the floor. “Hey, you okay?” you asked, nudging him lightly with your elbow.He glanced at you, his gaze lingering just a little too long before he quickly looked away.

“Yeah. I just... I wanted to tell you something,” he said, his voice steady but quieter than usual.You tilted your head, curious. “What is it?”

He hesitated, his jaw tightening as if he was searching for the right words. You could see the faintest hint of red creeping up the tips of his ears, and it made your heart skip a beat. Shadow? Flustered? That was new.

“I’ve been...” He paused again, clenching his fists slightly before letting them relax. “I’ve been meaning to say this for a while, but...” His words trailed off, and his gaze darted to you briefly before falling to the floor again.

“Shadow,” you said softly, leaning a little closer. “It’s just me. You can tell me anything, you know that.” That seemed to make it worse. His ears flattened slightly, and his blush deepened.

“It’s not... that simple,” he muttered. You could practically see the internal battle he was waging with himself, and you couldn’t help but find it endearing. Shadow, the Ultimate Lifeform, was struggling to find the words.

As he tried again to speak, his body seemed to act on its own. Slowly, unconsciously, he leaned toward you, his crimson eyes flickering to your lips for just a second before darting away again.

Your breath hitched as the space between you shrank. You could feel the tension crackling in the air, and your heart raced in your chest. It was clear what he wanted to say, even if the words wouldn’t come out.

And as his face drew closer to yours, his eyes searching yours for some kind of permission or reassurance, you decided to close the distance for him.

Gently, you cupped his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing against the soft fur of his cheeks. His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he froze, his gaze locking onto yours. “Shadow,” you whispered, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“You don’t have to say it.” Then, before he could respond, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was soft and tentative at first, but it didn’t take long for Shadow to respond.

His hands found their way to your waist, holding you gently as he leaned into you, his usual stoicism melting away in the warmth of the moment. When you finally pulled back, his cheeks were an even deeper shade of red, and his eyes were wide, but there was a softness in them you’d never seen before.

“I...” He cleared his throat, his voice quieter than usual. “I was trying to say that I...”You chuckled, brushing your thumb against his cheek. “I know,” you said, cutting him off gently.

He blinked at you, still processing what had just happened. Then, slowly, a small, genuine smile broke across his face—a rare sight that made your chest feel light. “You didn’t let me finish,” he muttered, though there was no real annoyance in his tone.

“I think you said enough,” you teased, leaning your forehead against his.Shadow let out a quiet sigh, his hands still resting on your waist as he held you close. “I guess I did.”

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, the unspoken feelings that had hung between you for so long finally laid bare. It was simple, yet it was everything.

[your-local-simp-writers]

Home in the Chaos

Word Count: 1024

Warnings: None

Sonic the Hedgehog x Fem! Reader

Note- You are human for this one, and their relationship is more platonic. Also this takes place during the movie timeline!

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The cozy living room of the Wachowski household was a whirlwind of activity. Knuckles, Tails, and Sonic were abuzz with energy as you tried to keep up. As Jojo’s babysitter and the honorary fourth member of this ragtag group, your days were anything but ordinary. Between Tails' tech experiments, Knuckles' newfound obsession with braiding, and Sonic's endless antics, you often found yourself being pulled in every direction.

Today was no different. Knuckles sat behind you on the couch, his large hands clumsily attempting to braid your hair with an intensity that could rival a championship match. "I do not understand why humans have so much hair," he grumbled, his brows furrowed. "It is like battling a wild beast."

You laughed, glancing over at Tails, who was sprawled out in front of you as you gently brushed his fluffy tails. "It's not that bad, Knuckles. And Tails, hold still—you keep twitching!"

“Does this hurt?” you asked, pulling through a particularly stubborn knot.

Tails winced slightly but shook his head. “Nope! Just tickles a little. But thanks for helping—I’ve been meaning to take better care of them. Gotta stay aerodynamic, you know?”

Knuckles, sitting behind you on the couch, furrowed his brow in concentration as he fumbled with a section of your hair. “Braiding is no simple task,” he declared, his tone serious. 

You laughed, glancing over your shoulder. “You’re doing great, Knux. Just… maybe don’t pull so tight?”

“Noted,” he said solemnly, adjusting his grip.

Across the room, Sonic was perched on the armrest of the couch, tapping his foot impatiently. “Hey, Y/N,” he called, leaning forward. “when you’re done playing hairdresser, how about we do something fun? I’ve got this really cool idea we should try—”

 “Just a minute, Sonic,” you said, not looking up from Tails’ fur.

Sonic froze mid-step, the ball caught in his gloved hand. His ears drooped slightly as he flopped onto the armrest of the couch, kicking his legs lazily. “Sure. No rush,” he muttered, but the slump in his posture betrayed his disappointment.

Knuckles glanced at Sonic, his crimson face betraying a rare flicker of sympathy. “The blue one grows restless. Perhaps we should take him on a hunt?”

“A hunt for what, Knuckles?” Tails asked, clearly amused.

Knuckles puffed out his chest. “For purpose!”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Maybe we’ll plan something after I finish here, okay?”

...

As the day wore on, you found yourself in the kitchen, preparing sandwiches and snacks for everyone. The kitchen was warm and alive, the aroma of freshly chopped herbs mingling with the distant hum of conversation and laughter spilling in from the living room. Tails’ excited rambling about his latest gadget punctuated Knuckles’ booming declarations, and every now and then, a peal of laughter rippled through the air. It was the kind of noise that made the house feel less like walls and more like a heart—beating, alive, and full.

Sonic lingered near the counter, his hand idly drumming against its edge. His usual easy grin was there, but you noticed the subtle edge to it—like he was trying to hold something back.

“Need help?” he asked casually, though the slight upward tilt of his voice betrayed him.

“Sure,” you replied, pointing toward the stack of plates. “Can you grab those for me?”

In a flash, he zipped across the room, the plates balanced precariously in his arms as he stopped so close that you had to catch yourself against the counter.

“Whoa!” you exclaimed, your laugh breaking the momentary surprise.

“Sorry!” Sonic said quickly, his ears flattening as he shuffled back a step. His usual cocky demeanor faltered, replaced by a sheepish glance your way.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, your laugh softening. “Just… maybe slow down a bit?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, his hand brushing over the white band of his glove. “Yeah… sorry,” he murmured, his voice quieter now.

Sonic hopped onto one of the kitchen chairs, the bounce in his step noticeably missing. He swung his legs slightly, his eyes avoiding yours as he fiddled with his gloves, the silence settling between you.

“You alright?” you asked, tilting your head to get a better look at his face.

He hesitated, his fingers pausing mid-fidget. “It’s just… I don’t know,” he began, his voice low and uncertain. “I guess I feel like I’m kinda… left out sometimes.”

The confession hit you like a weight, and you felt your chest tighten. Setting the knife down, you pulled a chair next to him, your movement slow and deliberate.

“Sonic, I’m so sorry,” you said softly, your hand resting gently on his arm. “I didn’t know you felt that way.”

He shrugged, though the gesture lacked its usual confidence. When he finally looked at you, his green eyes were unguarded, vulnerable in a way that felt rare and precious.

“I know you don’t mean to,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just… Tails has all his gadgets, and Knuckles has his whole ‘warrior thing.’ Sometimes it feels like… like I don’t really fit anywhere.”

The ache in his words settled heavily in the space between you. You leaned forward, squeezing his arm gently.

“Sonic,” you said, your voice firm yet kind, “you’re just as important as Tails and Knuckles. You don’t have to have gadgets or a warrior thing to matter. You’re you. And I care about you—just as much as them. You’re family to me.”

He blinked, his eyes wide as if the words caught him off guard. Slowly, a small, genuine smile spread across his face.

“Really?” he asked, his voice tentative but hopeful.

“Really,” you affirmed with a nod. “And families? They don’t pick favorites.”

He grinned then, the kind of grin that made his eyes light up and the room feel just a bit brighter. Without a word, he leaned in, wrapping his arms around you in a hug that was both spontaneous and deeply sincere.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice muffled against your shoulder.

You hugged him back, your hand rubbing small circles on his back. “Anytime, Blue Blur,” you replied, your smile mirroring his.

[limethefirst]

y/n can be little sister of Maria, and they both found shadow in the lab and y/n put some stickers at shadow face i think cute pls pls

Sticker Fiasco 

pairings: Shadow the Hedgehog x reader x Maria Robotnik (platonic)

warnings: minor Sonic 3 spoilers

summary: on your way to your new room, you and your sister stumble upon a strange hedgehog who is unamused by the stickers you seem to place around him

a/n: THIS IS SO CUTEEE!! sorry for taking a bit with these requests! I currently have like 7+ requests in my inbox so please be patient with me!

You let out a small giggle as you held onto your sister’s shirt. She was skating through the facility and you clung onto her, your skates dragging you along.

It wasn’t a long journey to where you needed to go, it was just a small room for you and your sister to share but it was near your grandfathers laboratory, so you both needed to go down a few hallways to find it.

At some point you reached the hallway that Maria said you needed to go through to find your room. As she neared it one of the guards blocked her off, “Hey this is a restricted area,”

Another man quickly stepped in, “Don’t you know these are the Doctors grandchildren? He takes them everywhere he goes,” the man offered you both a smile and kneeled down a bit, “Lose the skates though,” he offered a word of advice, both you and Maria nodded back at him, letting him know you would.

Both of you then skated down the hall, taking off your skates at some point. As you continued walking you reached an empty lab, with a strange creature in the middle. Maria put both of your things down on a nearby desk as she entered, you followed short behind.

There was no one in the room besides the strange looking hedgehog in the middle. Maria slowly made her way up to it, she then waved at you to come over, which you hesitantly did. While you both stared, the hedgehog inside suddenly turned around, his face held a mean expression.

You stood behind your sister, grabbing onto her nervously. Maria laughed at the hedgehogs face, making a fake angry face at him as well, trying to mimic his look. You let out a small giggle causing the hedgehog to look at you.

Quickly Maria turned around and grabbed the marker that was on the table and began to draw on the glass the hedgehog was confined behind. You watched her draw, slowly stepping out from behind her. Suddenly remembering the little stickers you had in your pocket that your grandfather had gifted you.

Grabbing them you started to put at least a dozen stickers all around the bunny Maria had drawn, only enhancing the cute image in front of you.

Once you both finished the two of you looked towards each other and laughed, the hedgehog shifted to the side, deadpanning at the stickers and drawing you and your sister had added.

Maria gave you a quick nod towards the tube, putting her hand on it, you did the same. Each of you putting a hand on the cold glass.

He looked at both of your hands, raising his own to press onto the glass as well, once he did you smiled brightly at him, somewhat jumping with joy at the chance for you and your sister to makes a new friend.

The little hedgehog was also happy, happy to finally be seen as something besides a lab rat, maybe even a part of a family.

[taxfruad4ever]

Howdy and hello! Could you write some platonic headcannons for Sonic and a Reader who hops universes every time they sneeze? They keep popping up in his, and they keep getting wrapped up in his nonsense, and they keep loving it every time

"Do you think we're friends in every Universe?"

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• Both Sonic and the reader both have the ability— if Sonic sneezes but you don't (or vice versa) he'll teleport but you won't, But if you sneeze at the same time, you teleport to the same universe.

• Whenever ethier of you get that weird tingling in your nose just before you sneeze, you basically throw whatever's in your hands. That way, if you end up in a world were that object dosen't exist, you won't have to hide it! (e.g. phones, tools, currency, or just anything valuable.)

• ^ This lead to Sonic throwing a box of homemade chocolates that Amy made for him on Valentines day. She was not very keen with him for the following week.

• allergies SUCK way worse than they did before. Like, A LOT.

• ^ Sickness too.

• Sonic loves site seeing, hiking, and Especially running, so exploring new worlds is an absolute treat for him. He beams whenever you two come across some waterfall, national park, or just a nice sunset.

• You both carry around (a) small camera(s) to take pictures with. You have a whole stack of pictures that you've taken across different worlds and galaxies.

• ^ Sonic loves photo bombing your pictures. Giving you bunny ears and hiding in trees just to name a few. One time, he bombed All of your photos — He would pose himself in really strange ways. When you got home, you figured out that he had spelt: "ur a butthead".

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Thank you so much for the support! And thanks for reading! Baiiii 💖

[ihaznoclue]

Can I request platonic headcanons for Knuckles, Shadow, and Sonic reacting to gn reader, who met him for the first time, searching for a photo of what animal he is & comparing side by side please? I learnt what an echidna is because of Knuckles 😁

Pairings -> Knuckles, Shadow and Sonic x Gender neutral Reader

Warnings -> None

Notes -> Reader searching for a photo of an animal and comparing side by side

Genre -> Fluff

Knuckles the Echidna

Knuckles was really confused on what you were doing

Look back and forth of a piece of paper that you had in your hand

He thought you were doing some voo-doo shit or something

"What are you doing..?"

"I'm comparing this photo I found on the internet with you"

Now he was even more confused on what you had on this piece of paper

You were just simply comparing an animal with Knuckles seeming to see the similarities of an Echidna

Knuckles was more red and huge than a original Echidna on Earth

But that was maybe because he came from a different universe

"May I see what this piece of paper holds?"

So you turned the photo around to show what you had

It was a little fella with spikes on its back with a long snout

You thought it was adorable

But Knuckles look closely as he tilted his head in confusion

What is this creature

"It's a Echidna"

"I do not look like this creature"

"That's because these are on Earth but since you came from a different universe, you're more bigger and more redder than this cutie"

His purple eyes was still focused on the photo as he saw not resemblance that he had on this 'Echidna'

"Knuckles, you've been staring at this for 20 minutes now"

"I still do not look like that"

Shadow the Hedgehog

He was basically created

Even though he was meant to look like a hedgehog

I believe that he wouldn't know what a hedgehog even looks like at first

Until you were comparing him with a actual Hedgehog that lives on Earth

"May I ask what you are doing?"

"Oh Nothing, just comparing you with a animal I found online"

He raised an eyebrow as tilted his head a little bit to the side

"What does the photo have on it?"

"A hedgehog, well basically a hedgehog that is from Earth"

"But Aren't I a Hedgehog?"

"Yes, but you're more human like, bigger and a little more fluffier than these Hedgehog that lives on Earth"

"May I see what they look like?"

"Sure"

Shadow carefully took the photo from your hand as he looked at the little creature on the photo

So that's what a hedgehog looks like from Earth

He never knew how small they are and all the spikes they have on their bodies

"They are so small"

"Yep they sure are, but they are really cute"

Shadow gave you back the photo

He also wondered what other animals he hasn't seen on Earth yet

Sonic the Hedgehog

Well he already knows what animal he is compared to

But I doubt he knows what the actually animal looks like on Earth

Like he seen turtles, birds and other stuff

But I wonder what he thinks of Earth Hedgehogs

"Um.. What are you doing?"

Sonic was just resting on the couch with Ozzie then he spotted you

You had one eye closed as you look back and forth to the photo and sonic

"You don't even look like it"

"Look like what?"

"Like a Hedgehog"

"I'm taking full offence to that, I'm sonic the hedgehog of course I look like the thing you are looking at on the photo"

You then looked at sonic as if he never saw a real Hedgehog

"Sonic, Do you even know what a real Hedgehog look likes?"

"Pfft Of course I do"

You raised an eyebrow as you turned the photo over to let sonic see what you were actually looking at

"What is that? It looks so small and cute"

"That is a hedgehog"

"Huh? I thought It would be more bigger"

"These are basically our hedgehogs on Earth they are more smaller than you"

"Huh I never knew how small they can be"

"But you are still adorable sonic"

-A<3

[floweredsoul03]

Doctor’s Orders

(Boom!Sonic x Doctor!Reader)

A/N: I suck at summaries. Just a bunch of fluff. I'm sorry if this sounds ooc. I might make this a series. The dividers were created by @pixxiecup I know they said their free to use with no credit but I want to give thanks and tag them here anyway.

Warning: Just one part that is just a pinch suggestive but nothing extreme.

This was getting ridiculous. It was one thing to help Sonic, Tails, and the rest of your friends -mostly Sonic and Tails- with a sprain, scratches, or a cut here and there, but this was starting to get out of hand. It shouldn't have been surprising to see them with an injury that needed stitching, bandaging, or even a cast once you learned they were considered Seaside Island’s heroes. But as time went by, it always seemed their injuries were getting worse than the last time you saw them. Initially, you thought it was only because of Eggman. At least that way, they had an excuse.

Hell no.

A crazed circus man that bought equipment from said man, Frog-whatcha-mccall-it cult (?) trapped in Sticks’ basement (?), meteors, Sonic being trapped with Eggman in a temple while everyone around was too busy arguing about being the leader, -the conversation was going nowhere and being the only person with no knowledge or experience with fighting you were about to leave as you were announcing that you would be waiting back at Tails’ home with medical equipment ready when the ground beneath all of you caved in and you got involved regardless- and you don’t even want to start talking about when Knuckles was purposely injuring himself to ‘shift the balance of luck in the universe.’

As more time passed, the number of ridiculous reasons for injuries seemed to be balanced with the actual reasonable excuses. Not that you weren’t already stressed out with some of your friends’ reckless decisions when they were up against an enemy.

Cough, cough. It was mainly Sonic and Tails, with Knuckles in third place—surprisingly—cough, cough.

You came to Seaside Island thinking a small yet gorgeous place like this would not be hectic. And best of all, there was a job opening where you could help people. You should have known there was a reason there was a job opening that somebody else hadn’t already snatched up so quickly before you could even apply. You should have seen an even bigger sign when you were hired quickly. Looking back at the day you graduated from university, you remembered how you almost cried tears of joy that the worst of it all -late nights, all-nighters, missing out on events, get-togethers, friendships, and relationships- had come to pass. All you had to worry about was being able to find an opening and the usual stresses that being a doctor would come with. All that you felt more than ready and determined to face head-on.

Oh, how naive you were.

You haven’t even lived on Seaside Island nearly as long as you have lived on campus in university. Yet, everything that has happened so far has given you more heart attacks and stress than any homework, studying session, or test combined. But then again, it’s not exactly your fault for falling for a place like Seaside Island that looks so deceivingly peaceful. Just like it’s not your fault for thinking assuming your now close friends would only get injured because of some foes they’ll have to come face to face with.

You can’t help but find the humor in it all. The fact that you weren’t expecting to make some new friends the same day you finally had moved to said island. Just like you were surprised to find out later that they were this island’s heroes, you assumed that it was just by chance that you met them and talked to them on day one. You didn’t think they would all actively reach out to you -for any other reason than just medical aid- to hang out and become friends with you. You didn’t mean to become close to them, just like you didn’t mean for word to get around the island, and people started identifying you as the group’s doctor. And you didn’t mean for people to start associating you with the group of heroes.

It just so happened that you were the first person they went to whenever someone was hurt. You somehow became a close friend to these famous names despite not being super fast, strong, a technical genius, or having other skills or quirks that made you stick out like the rest. You had also become a ‘hero’ in the eyes of the citizens living on Seaside Island, despite a few other doctors and nurses also living there. You became your friend group’s doctor, although you have not signed a contract stating that you were only their doctor. Your company doesn’t seem to mind somehow. You guessed that’s the perk of being considered the island’s ‘heroes.’

You would be lying if you said there weren’t multiple times where you muttered under your breath that you were only a doctor, not a hero. So much so that it feels like it’s become just as much of your catchphrase as Sonic’s “gotta go fast.” You’d also be lying if there weren't moments when you thought that maybe moving to this island was a mistake. But, deep down, you know that it isn’t. You care and love your friends to death. You never had friends quite like them, you never expected people like them to want to become friends with someone like you, and you especially never had bonds with others as strong as the ones you have with them. No matter how much you may complain, scold, and yell on a few occasions, you’ve never felt more at home.

You’ve also never felt more like a ‘mother’ -so Sonic likes to joke- than moments like these.

Sonic and Tails are sitting on a couch battered to the point that you’re pretty sure it is more than normal—whatever is considered normal at this point. And if that’s not telling, then definitely the way they’re both avoiding your gaze as you stand in front of them, arms crossed, foot tapping, and glaring at them.

“Do I even want to ask?”

Sonic perked up, “Oh, how kind of you to ask what happened!”

A sigh leaves your lips as you open your bag to work on them. Tuning out whatever Sonic is saying. Whether Sonic is retelling what transpired or is lying out of his ass and making up a story, -he’s done it in the past- for the sake of your sanity, you decide not to bother this time around. Most of the time, you end up chiding them, especially if they’re lying. This brings up the repetition of you reminding them why lying to doctors is an awful decision. But based on the fact that you don’t hear Tails butting into Sonic’s explanation with a slightly raised voice to say that that’s not happened, and instead is calmly telling the story from his perspective, providing proof that he can attest to Sonic’s words. As much as you wish, you can always depend on Tails to speak the truth when incidents like these occur, like how you thought when you were getting to everyone, you couldn’t. As time passed, you learned the hard way that boy has picked up a few bad habits from Sonic. Lying about his wounds is one of them. Thankfully, it's not as bad as the blue hedgehog.

The entire ‘conversation’ between you three was just you perfectly timing when to hum, nod, and pretend you were listening to them as you finished patching them up. On the other hand, Sonic finally catches up to this as Tails finishes speaking and points this out.

“Hey. Were you even listening?”

“Not really,” you responded bluntly.

“Hey! Aren’t you our doctor? We’re supposed to tell you these things, right?”

Ignoring the warmth creeping into your heart as Sonic put not just his trust but also his and your guy’s friends' health in your hands, saying, ‘Our doctor,’ you frowned and looked at him and Tails as you stood up, hands on your hips. They both sheepishly smiled, knowing what was coming.

“I don’t know. Should I listen to you guys? Just like how well you guys listen to me regarding your well-being?”

There was no actual bite behind your tone or attitude. Sonic and Tails both knew it. Still, that didn’t mean they didn’t feel some guilt, knowing the stress that weighed on you by being their doctor. Or at least, if not Sonic, then surely Tails.

“We really are sorry (y/n). We do appreciate everything you’ve done for everybody since you arrived.”

Hearing Tails’ words and genuineness, the frown on your face disappeared, and your hands fell from your hips. You sighed.

Damn him for being adorable.

“I understand there will be moments where you guys are bound to get hurt. But that doesn't mean go ahead and be reckless since you will get harmed anyway.”

Tails’ smiled and nodded, “We understand.”

Sensing the conversation would end, you asked, “Are you going to be working on something?”

“That’s right!” Excitement shone in his eyes.

“Make sure you work sitting and relaxed. Do nothing with a lot of movement, but don’t stay too long sitting up. Take breaks, lay down, rest, and don’t push it.”

“I won’t.” Too thrilled to head straight to work on a gadget, he ran towards the door.

“No running.”

“Right, sorry.” He chuckled, rubbing his neck before closing the door.

Right as he left, you immediately turned, “And you!”

Your sight set on Sonic, who tried sneaking away, “What?”

You swiftly approached him and grabbed his wrist. “You’re lying down,” you said.

You dragged him towards the couch before he yanked his arm away, “Why does Tails get to go scot-free? And what’s up with the switch up all of a sudden?”

“Your wounds are more severe than Tails’; that’s what’s up.”

Your reasoning was full of shit, and you knew it. But damn do you need to find a way to make Sonic slow down for once, “Now lay down.” You pointed towards the couch.

Sonic faked a groan, “You know how it is (y/n). Got a reputation to keep up. ‘Fastest being alive.’” He signaled his thumbs to the door while scooting around you. But before he could go any further, you grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him onto the couch.

“Doctor’s orders.” Your brows furrowed, and your voice stern.

For you, it was just a second or two. For the fastest being alive, it felt like more than two seconds.

The view of you above him arms out, hands firm on him, sitting him down, demanding tone, and your face—he already knew you were quite the sight, but he’d be lying if he said the upset look on your face didn’t look especially gorgeous on you.

Sonic played it off by lightly swatting your hands away, crossing his arms, and looking away, “Fine, fine. Doctor’s orders, I guess.” He shrugged, hoping that his face wouldn’t give away how warm it was starting to feel.

Smiling and satisfied with this little victory, you nodded and walked away to get a pillow, blanket, and a book.

Once the blue blur was lying comfortably with a pillow and blanket, you sat by him and opened the book in your hands.

“Are you going to read me a bedtime story, Mom? I’m too old for that.” Sonic said dryly.

“No. I don’t trust you won’t start running again when I leave, so I’m staying until you fall asleep.”

“Seriously?” He rolled his eyes, not meaning it, and honestly didn’t mind.

“Seriously.” You smiled and started reading the book in your head so Sonic could fall asleep without any disturbance. Unknowingly to you, he wished you spoke the words under your breath so he could have an excuse to listen to your voice.

You open your eyes and find yourself lying on the couch with a pillow and blanket. Your mind is foggy and confused. You remember falling asleep upright while reading a book when suddenly you jerked up. Realizing the pillow and blanket on you is the same one you gave to Sonic. Looking around, he was nowhere to be found. Calling out and looking for him would be pointless; you already knew he was probably up and running again.

Shaking your head, you wondered,

Maybe I should contact the previous doctor who worked on this island and ask why they left.

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Terrible Idea (Doctor Who Drabble)

Twelfth Doctor x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: The Doctor catches you watching Jurassic Park. Again.

Fic type: fluff

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“Are you watching that again?” 

You threw a piece of popcorn over your shoulder in the Doctor’s general direction and the Scotsman clicked his tongue and made a comment about not getting food on his TARDIS’s floor. 

“You deserved it,” you replied uncaringly. “She would agree.”

 

The Doctor came and flopped down beside you, sneaking a handful of popcorn and shoving it into his mouth. You looked at him in mock horror. 

“Don’t fink ‘e woulf,” the Doctor answered with a mouth full of popcorn. He chewed it and then swallowed. “Sorry- that was rude wasn’t it.” 

You shrugged and put a few pieces of popcorn into your mouth as well, turning your gaze back to the screen. The Doctor pulled his sonic out and clicked the button a few times thoughtfully. 

“This is wildly inaccurate. Who needs movies when I could take you to a real Jurassic Park,” he said distastefully, lips pursing as an inaccurate velociraptor ran across the screen. You stopped chewing and looked at him, eyes wide as saucers. 

“As in- as in the Cretaceous period or something? That sounds… dangerous.” Even more so than usual, you supposed, given that dinosaurs weren’t overly… verbal in a language you could understand. Could you reason with a Spinosaurus? Who knew. 

“No-” the Doctor snorted, chewing on another bite of popcorn. “Jurassic Park. On Caraxes Five. The island theme park with dinosaurs. Descended from real ones, too, if I’m not mistaken.”

 

You gave the Doctor a bit of a side-eye. 

“That happened to Caraxes One through Four?” Any civilisation that had the technology to create a real-life Jurassic Park must have been able to afford proper security. 

“Ah, brilliant question. The dinosaurs' extinction is a fixed event rather than a fixed point. Every few billion years the Universe tries again to wipe them out. Caraxes just move the park to another planet before the next extinction event occurs.” 

The Doctor’s head cocks to the side thoughtfully as another thought drops in. 

“Oh, well- there was one time on Caraxes Three when the dinosaurs got out and destroyed the planet. That only happened once, though. So, what do you say?” 

Your eyes wandered back over to the screen.

“Sounds like a terrible idea… I’m in!”

[agent-barnes40]

Teddy bears

13th Doctor x GN!Reader (romantic)

The Doctor doesn’t realize the bear she bought you would have lasting consequences.

Fluff, pure fuckin fluff

The Doctor really really should’ve thought better when you came running up to her, practically death gripping her hands and dragging her back to the shop you had launched yourself into. Her brain was running a thousand miles a minute, trying to figure out what you had found, or if you had gotten into trouble. Instead, she saw the shop keep setting a brown stuffed bear on a shelf behind the counter, with two TARDIS blue hearts stitched over the chest.

"Please, Doctor. I would've given them earth currency but we don't have a universal currency and I don't know what currency this planet takes. I won't ask you to pay for anything ever again." You had practically begged, your voice coming out with words that even her brain had a hard time keeping track of.

The Doctor had to laugh, you looked adorable looking between her and the bear. Your feet were still tapping in excitement at finding the bear at all. "Yeah, we can get you the bear, if that is what your asking for."

"I forgot to even mention what I wanted! Oh thank you so much!" You didn't even think and pulled the woman in for a kiss.

The Doctor eagerly kissed back, her brain lighting up with ideas of what else she could do to have more kisses like this. Obviously more stuffed animals had made their way onto her list. She gently pulled away and rested her hands on your hips, laughing softly.

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She really should've thought better when you started carrying the bear around everywhere, if she even mentioned there could've been a chance at sleeping outside The TARDIS. You had it stuffed in a bag you took everywhere. You and The Fam were curled up in a tiny tent, miles away from the TARDIS and you had pulled the bear out, setting it in your lap as she paced back and forth.

Yaz just smiled at the bear while Ryan snorted. "You still carry it around everywhere."

You smiled and nodded. "Gotta have a piece of my Time Lord with me everywhere I go. Plus, she's gonna be so busy tonight trying to figure out how to fix all this, she won't be open to cuddling. So next best thing."

The Doctor stilled at that, and then started pacing again. Graham was the one who picked up on The Doctor's stutter in her walk and the smile that had crossed the Time Lord's face.

Of course, you had been right and spent the night curled around the bear, and The Doctor had just stared at you. Your face had been burrowed into the bear's chest, barely enough room for you breath but it was how you slept with her.

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The Doctor really should've checked the bear after that night, because when she heard you talking to someone in her room, her heart dropped and when she peeked her head in, and saw you curled up in her lilac and rainbow bedding, that damned bear sitting on your chest with her voice coming out of it.

She immediately pulled her sonic out and tried to discretely sonic it but your ears had caught the whirring and you sat up. "Hi Doc!"

Her eyes watched as the bear fell onto her side of the bed and she couldn't help but feel the spike of jealousy in her hearts as you readjusted the bear into a sitting position. She slowly moved the rest of the way into the room and sat next to the bear. "So when did you get it to speak to you?"

You tilted your head before looking at the bear. "I thought you did that. I had left her on the bed when we went out on Lavernus and when I came back she had started talking back to me."

"She?" The Doctor asked and you looked away from her, trying to not show how flustered you were.

"I mean, its kinda obvious who I'm projecting onto that bear, Doc."

"I just heard my own voice come out of that bear. I know the bear is representing me."

"Oh-Oh good, because its kinda embarrassing to project your girlfriend onto a stuffed bear."

The Doctor suddenly pulled you into a kiss, her hand wrapped the back of your head, gently keeping you in place. When she finally pulled away, she pressed her forehead to yours and a smile was on her face. "Do you know how jealous of that bear I have been since I bought it for you?"

[ijhyo]

NEWS FLASH! — teaser

in the months he’s been running through seoul stopping crime as the masked superhero sonic, beomgyu’s managed to keep his identity hidden. that is, until, you ask him to secure an interview with the speedster for the school newspaper. what is meant to be a once off deal results in beomgyu having to spend more time around you, both in the suit and out, as a new threat emerges threatening your safety and the city’s.

PAIRING. superhero choi beomgyu x fem reader

GENRE. superhero au ; college au ; secret identity ; fluff ; slight angst ; reluctant friends to lovers

WARNINGS. swearing ; kidnapping ; injuries ; nsfw jokes reader hates sunghoon so be warned ; action scenes ; mention of panic attacks but no one has one

WORD COUNT. est <20k

FEATURING. yeonjun (txt), sunghoon (enhypen), yeji + yuna (itzy), sumin (stayc)

A/N. what's up my people! i told you i would have another beomgyu fic for yall didn’t i? this is wayyy overdue (was supposed to be for a collab event but um. anyways! the fic is more than half finished rn so let's all cross our fingers that i'll be donw before may. speaking of!! ty ty mayjay @tyunni for the header 🫶🏾 check this out too idk lol. okay, okay im done byeeee

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In case it wasn’t clear, Universe, when Beomgyu said morning he meant eleven o’clock. Earliest. Not ass-crack o’clock and getting woken up by incessant knocking on his door.

He gets up and feels a crick in his neck from falling asleep on the couch. Expecting to see Yuna ready to collect his form that he has not yet filled out, Beomgyu straightens out his shirt, trying to make it look like he didn’t just roll off his couch. He has a total case of bed hair, but that’s hot, right? If he doesn’t draw attention to it, he can pretend it’s on purpose. Girls like messy hair.

With that in mind, Beomgyu opens the door with all the confidence in the world, his winning smile ready on his face, only to fall the moment he sees who is standing outside his room.

“I have a proposition for you.”

You wave a dismissive hand in his face and he swats at it petulantly like it’s a fly. “Please, save the pleasantries. Let me in, yeah?”

“What the fuck, Y/N?”

You, decidedly, were not Yuna. Where Yuna was all soft and shy smiles, here you are, deadpan expression and scowl all over your face.

“What part of that was pleasant to you?” Beomgyu bites out but steps away from the door anyway.

“You fill out that form yet?” you ask, looking around his room. If you were any other person, he might feel a little self conscious about how messy it is, but, as it stands, he’s just annoyed. What are you even doing here?

“No,” he responds curtly, eyeing said form precariously. He doesn’t understand why you even care, honestly. It’s like your sole purpose in life is to annoy him. “What do you want?”

If you can hear the clear irritation in his voice, you ignore it. “Imagine my surprise when my sweet, innocent little freshman—who I graciously took under my wing, mind you—texts me at ten PM asking about extra yearbook club forms because a ‘super cute guy just dropped by’...only to find out that it’s you.”

Beomgyu’s brain flits between a smug Yuna thinks I’m cute and— “You’re Yuna’s Junior Head?” The last bit was meant for his head but judging from the look you’re giving him, he said it out loud.

You just stare at him blankly, clearly unimpressed. “You should count yourself lucky that I didn’t just throw all the extras away once I found it was for you—” Beomgyu scowls— “but I guess I was feeling charitable. I came over to drop it off last night but you weren’t here.”

Shit. Yuna being in his room while he wasn’t here was manageable. She seemed too nice, too kind, too had basic human decency and wouldn’t go through his shit. You, however? Beomgyu wouldn’t put it past you to leave a dead rat or something under his pillow. He doesn’t say any of this though, in case you didn’t plant a dead rodent somewhere so as to not give you any ideas. He just shrugs noncommittally. “Went out.”

You hum. “Figured. Which is why I was so surprised to see this.” You pull out your phone and turn the screen to him, the gallery app opened up and there on the screen is—

“What the fuck, is that a dick pic?”

“What?” You turn the phone to stare at it, mouth hanging open slightly.

“Oh my god, did you take an unsolicited dick picture of me? What the fuck, Y/N? That’s, like, so uncool, what the fuck?”

“Oh, relax, it’s not yours. You should be so lucky.” Beomgyu has half a mind to strangle you right then and there. You swipe at the screen a few times before huffing out a breath and showing him the screen again. “This is what I was talking about, my god.”

And it’s him. Sonic. In his famous and easily identifiable blue and white suit, the grey embroidered lightning bolt running down his entire spine, body halfway out of his bedroom window, about to start his patrol. Holy shit.

Beomgyu can feel his eyes bulging out of his head. No, no, no, this can’t be happening. He’s been so careful! Sure, sneaking out of his window almost every night wasn’t the smartest idea but he had limited options! And he always made sure that there was no one around on the streets and he was literally as fast as light. He never had to worry about anyone seeing him because he moved faster than the brain could compute. This was never supposed to happen!

You hum, either oblivious to his internal panic or simply not caring, it’s not clear. “Interesting, right?”

“Uh…” Beomgyu says smartly.

Pocketing your phone, you clasp your hands together in front of you. “Now, this is where my proposition comes in.”

He groans dramatically, already preparing himself for the worst. “What do you want?”

“Get me an interview with him. With Sonic.”

“What?” Okay. He did not prepare for that.

“You heard me,” you say, shrugging, as if what you said was a completely normal request. “Otherwise this photo gets posted and the whole school finds out that you are Sonic’s secret bootycall.”

“I’m his what?”

This is insane—You are insane. Beomgyu would have laughed out loud at the absurdity of the situation if you weren’t standing here in front of him, arms crossed across your chest, clearly serious.

He baulks. “No, I am not getting you an interview with Sonic, are you insane?” It isn’t even a serious question because Beomgyu knows the answer to that. You are a citizen of Crazy Town, Population of One.

“Well, why not?”

“Aside from the fact that there is literally nothing I would rather do less, I don’t like you.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m not crazy about you either, believe me. But you clearly know him.”

“That’s inconsequential and can’t be proven.”

“I have literal photographic evidence of him leaving your room.”

“Gah!” Beomgyu feels like he’s nine years old again, arguing about one thing or the other with you in class to the annoyance of your teachers. You always had a knack for getting on his nerves and it doesn’t help that the two of you were put in the same class every year for school. Even when his family moved from Daegu to Seoul and he thought that finally he was free from you, you had transferred to the same school as him.

He genuinely thinks that the two of you aren’t able to have a normal conversation without arguing. (It was actually suggested by one of your high school teachers that it might be best if you just join the debate team together. Bad idea. Him and you on the same team? Yeah, right.)

Going to college has been a sort of safe haven from being around you all the time, even if you did, once again, follow him to the same exact school. He’s just glad that the two of you are doing completely different courses and that the campus is big enough so it is almost virtually impossible to run into you. That is, of course, when you are not tracking him down to his room. “What do you even want an interview with him for?”

You look like you want to fight him. He can see your jaw clenching and your eye is twitching a little, a telltale sign that you are reaching your patience with him, and he is prepared to get into it with you when you uncharacteristically let out a frustrated groan and proceed to throw yourself onto his couch.

“Ugh!” you whine, pressing the heel of your hands to your forehead. “The newspaper committee has this stupid, dumb as fuck, running competition for all the junior editors to decide who will be Editor in Chief next year and stupid, dumb as fuck, Park Sunghoon’s stuff keeps getting chosen over mine because ‘No one wants to read about how there is no hope to stop global warming, Y/N. People want to believe they can make a difference. Why don’t you write about plastic straws instead, like Sunghoon?’ and—Ugh!

“Up until now my plan was to just, like, kill Sunghoon so the spot would go to me by default, but now I can interview an actual superhero and no matter how many stupid fucking turtles Sunghoon writes about saving, there is no way he can get a front page over that. So. Get me that interview.”

Beomgyu blinks dumbly, physically recoiling. “Uh. Okay…”

“Okay?” Your eyebrows furrow.

“Not okay okay, just…okay. Like, woah, okay, that’s. A lot.” Beomgyu thinks that this might be the most you’ve ever said to him in one go that did not include you cursing him out or complaining about how annoying he was. It was weird and a little disconcerting. He didn’t like it.

“I know.”

“It’s the most you’ve ever spoken to me in one go.”

Your face twists up at that. “Gross. Don’t make it weird.”

“You’re the one asking for my help, remember.”

“No, no, this is blackmail,” you correct, wagging a finger in his face and he slaps it away.

“You can’t even prove it’s my room.” He knows it’s futile, that he really has no choice but to give in, but just like the sun can’t help shining, he can’t help fighting with you.

“Oh, please, the people at this school are stupid and will believe anything. Plus, now that I’ve seen what the inside of your room looks like, I can just work a little photoshop magic and add things that are recognisable, have your friends comment on how the room looks a little familiar, and boom. My work is done.”

Beomgyu studies your face carefully, looking for any cracks that prove your bluffing, but he knows you and if there was one thing about you, you never bluffed. Everything you said, you meant. Fuck, he can’t let that photo get out. You might believe that he’s not Sonic and that he just knows him, but others might not and it would only be a matter of time before someone makes the connection between him and his superhero persona.

You raise a single eyebrow. Beomgyu sighs loudly, defeated. This, he tries to rationalise, is the lesser of two evils. “God, fine. I’ll get you that interview.”

“Great!” You jump to your feet with a flourish, very clearly satisfied with yourself and Beomgyu’s scowl deepens. You hold a hand out for him to shake and he pointedly ignores it, not that you care. “I’ll text you where he should meet me. Pleasure doing business with you. Also, get that form handed in. And stop seducing my freshman!”

He watches as you leave his dorm and feels like he’s just ran three laps around Seoul (and yes, he’s done that before). Throwing himself onto his couch, he covers his face with a cushion and lets out the most frustrated scream of his life, then abruptly stands up. Walks over to his door. And locks it.

[imtheindiekid]

Sweet creature.

Prompt: Reader is the new resident at the Sonic Catering Institute run by the excentric Jan Stevens, the woman who sponsors her art and in exchange asks reader to become her lover.

Ship: Jan Stevens x fem!reader.

Warnings: FLUFF in caps, literally so much fluff and besotted reader (lol), pet names, Jan Stevens being the bundle of joy I know she is. Reader is not a minor! Kisses LOTS OF KISSES (bc you cannot tell me Jan is not a softie for giving and receiving smooches). Kisses as love language, mention of alternative food art but not really. Mostly reader and Jan being two fools in love.

A/N: Hello again! Here I come to fulfill my dream of Miss Jan Stevens having an affair with one of her residents (but a real relationship, we're a big no no when it comes to Billy Rubin and his lack of international love smh) So yeah, hope you enjoy! xo.

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Food it was always more than the simple sustain for life, or a way of living or making profit by creating meals to offer at a place. No, it was more than that when it came to you and food, almost like a deep connection to know more about it, your curious mind wandering trough the cook books and kitchens you had access to, always wanting to know why such bond held a very special place in your soul.

The only explanation you could give it was that the universe granted you this rare talent in order to pursue it, even at a young age.

Enjoying any kind of dinners was an experiencie, and everytime you did it never failed to feed the craviness of reaching new levels when it came to food. Almost like a miracle, you decided this uncertain but luring path was the one you needed to follow.

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It took some years and a great amount of failed plans, but you were finally happy at the way this whole thing of food music turned out, even when at an early stage of it people thought you went completely mad for creating art made by food that was not eatable at all. If they put it out like that it sounded crazy, but you knew they didn't understand, not even one bit.

Great thing you never cared for hearing others peoples opinions about you ditching college and embracing the alternative yet excentric art of sonic food catering, the one that made your heart fully happy. And so there you were, after small gatherings in cramped spaces, effort and love for this art carried you to the magnificent Sonic Catering Institute; a place where your ideas and wishes could rest easily and get sponsored by the right people. By her, and only her.

Jan Stevens was the woman you would never see at the street or a common place. You were sure she was a woman you would never see her at all, and yet, the only one if she randomly appeared behind an aisle at the supermarket or a the next table in a restaurant. The oddity about her and the looks she always wore were the whole essence why you reached for her, the reason why pleasing her was as important as creating your art.

She had you in a chokehold, your muse.

And of course, Jan Stevens knew the power she held on you as well the the love and praise that seemed to escape without shame from yourself when it came to her. It was adorable, seeing you so enamoured with her and always behaving like a puppy around her expensive dresses. She loved it, so much that it wasn't so long after you both came to an agreement; she would sponsor after the residency if you became her lover, stating that she could do international love and being thousands of miles apart wasn't a problem for her to keep loving you.

You sealed the agreement by kissing her so unexpectedly, making Jan Stevens smile.

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It had been two and a half months since your acceptance at the Sonic Catering Institute and one month since becoming Jan Stevens newest lover, and those were blissful days. Making art and sharing a compassionate love with a wonderful woman it was truly more than you have dreamed of.

A wonderful woman whom had her slender hand wrapped around your arm while taking a peaceful stroll with you through her mansion gardens. The day was beautiful and sunny enough to make both of you take a break from brainstorming ideas for the next gathering and soundchecking, so instead of spending the rest of the day in between the sheets, you and your lover went for some calmness at their favorite place.

"Look there my love, those flowers are blossoming today."

"They are indeed sweetling. Thriving and shining like you, Y/N."

A smile appeared in your face as soon you heard the soft voice praising you and comparing your success to the bush of flowers that bloomed so beautifuly that day; Jan Stevens never failed to burst love and adoration beneath your skin, with her words and pretty names she used to call you most of the time; she still had to maintain the façade of professionalism when it came to presentations or those dinner parties she threw occasionaly.

You didn't mind it though, that people weren't aware of your relationship, they had no right to know about it or think that you're only using Jan Stevens for getting her money. So therefore, it was kept secret in order to enjoy it in your way. In a few months, you would be pursuing the next phase of your art, and at that time the residency would be over; so no worry about secrecy.

But right now, strolling by the bushes and old trees with your excentric yet handsome lover, was more than enough to you.

"How can you say such things and not make me blush like a poppy?"

You asked, gazing at her and actually starting to look as red as a strawberry, which made Jan Stevens laugh softly and reach one of your cheeks with her free hand, caressing it. The mere action had you almost like a puddle, if you could actually turn into that, but it wasn't very practical if you thought about it.

"Because sweetling, I love the red flush that crawls through this beautiful face of yours. So beautiful and kissable and which I absolutely adore."

"Jan Stevens, please my peach!"

The blonde laughed again, finding cute the way you would turn bashful at the praise she threw at you. Having enough of standing up, Jan Stevens gently pulled at your arm and grabbed the skirt of her black and white dress, leading you both to a bench near the shadow of a big tree. There, you took a seat next to the older woman, careful of not stepping accidentally on her dress.

As soon you sat down, a couple of hands went straight at your face and turned you to look at your love, who was smiling before closing the gap between you two in a series of short kisses. You didn't waste anytime and found a place for your own hands in the waist of the blonde, tracing so slightly and lovely the curves of her body possesed.

The sound of hums tickled against your lips, making you smile at it and knowing that your beloved peach was really enjoying this demostration of love. It turns out Jan Stevens love language was mostly kisses, and she loved giving them to you or receiving them happily from you; the lipstick she used always got smeared in the corner of her plump lips while you ended with a face full of lipstick stains and a drunk in love face.

The range of her kisses would vary on the mood she was; sometimes, they were no more than a peck to remind you of their love. Other times, she would pin you against the matress and leave you breathless by how her kisses grow hotter and needier, this time reminding you of the power they held.

But the ones you loved were the ones that gave with such patience and grace, holding you as if you were a fragile and delicate thing. Those were the ones that gave you at the garden and you totally fell for it.

"Jan."

"Too tired to say my name, sugarplum?"

She whispered against your mouth, kissing you a couple of times before pulling out of the embrace, but not totally to be apart. Your eyes felt heavy and tired, but an enamoured smile was in that face of yours; the sight of you, fuzzy and high in love was endearing to Jan Stevens, who couldn't stop looking at you.

"Perhaps my lovely bunny would love to go and take a nap. Looks like someone's tired."

"Not tired, just simply love drunk thanks to you peach."

"You're always seem to be love drunk baby."

This time it was your turn to laugh at her response, squeezing gently her hips while a foolish grin appeared on your face. She was right of course, you were always love drunk and all because of her; of her captivating love she had in her soul. You simply rested your head in her shoulder, pulling her body close to yours.

Jan kept a hand on your flushed face, stroking your cheeks or playing with your hair, while the other one found a place in your lap. Silence filled the space rapidly at the absence of words, but it was okay; there were moments with such intimacy like this one that words didn't need to be said. Both of you just knew how much love was in between.

It didn't take long for Jan Stevens to kiss you, never having enough of your kisses which you gladly give. Pecks turned into sweet kisses that turned into a full make out session, suddenly initiating a fire in your lower abdomen and made you whine against Jan's lips; your hands gripped her hips while the elegants of your beloved traveled to your torso, teasing you so slightly.

Then, she drew out again and caused you to protest at the lack of her warm, but a finger was placed in your lips to silence you.

"No whining darling, and let's take this into bed."

The mention of laying with her instantly cheered you up, and also caused you to stand up to take her hand and pull her out of her seat. Amused and in love with your reaction, Jan Stevens followed you through the gardens and into her mansion, already looking foward for all of the things she plans to do with you.

Oh how she loved being the headmistress of a place like this. And how she loved you.

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The end. <3

[ctheathy]

Secret History Tails Headcanons

Secret History Tails x Reader

General+Fluff Headcanons [SFW]

Due to him showing quite the difference in personality in both the original Secret Histories and TSAA I’m gonna try keeping both “versions’’ of them in different sections, as the particular state would also truly determine on how he’d possibility be as a lover. He’ll still be known as SH Tails among both sides though

Secret History Tails/Reader

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Brainwashing trauma [On Tails’ part] • Mention of bullying // harassment • General yandere-ish behaviour • Slight possessiveness • Jealousy • Trust Issues • Implied murder • Worship

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Let’s start with his og version, shall we? I can see him being a somewhat tough cookie to crack, not wanting to accept the fact he may be adoring somebody the same way, or perhaps even more so than he does with Sonic. I have personally always just kept the headcanon that SH Tails is really just a brainwashed version of the regular Miles Prower among that universe; feeling determined to worship and devote himself to Sonic, almost as it’s the literal meaning of his entire existence.

And that’s exactly where the major difference with you comes in.

When given genuine kindness, you earn his love and compassion instead of literally being entitled to it. He remains in severe denial about it for a while, but that soft spot is definitely growing when you’re going out of your way to dote on him. Despite seeming to lack lucidity in this state, he definitely isn’t some fool; He’s very well aware of the literal degradation Sonic had given him during that time, but he just let it happen due to his obsession with somebody who practically doesn’t even exist, atleast not for his position, that is. He seems to have trouble facing the differences between those who in his words are considered “imposters” and those who are being genuine; but you’d likely just take over that entire imagery of Sonic that’s been plastered into his mind when just being a decent human being//mobian torwards him, and in order to do so, it really just requires patience.

But even so, his masquerade would end up shattering into a million pieces eventually; wanting to do nothing but give into your angelic words, encouragement and comforts so badly. During this process he’d suddenly become a very clingy mobian, wanting to do nothing but grab your hands, hold you close, and just be alongside you each and every minute of the day. He’s one to grow pretty attached to those who are reasonable enough to treat him as an equal being, likely being one to go as far as worshipping a darling who holds a neutrally sweet demeanour, who’s able to give chances and atleast consider getting to know him instead of running away with their tail between their legs. Those who have been scared for their lives around the fox or just make him out to be some unsettling crackhead at first glance have definitely caused atleast some more unsteadyness to be created in his system. The word trustworthy has been lacking around him for such a long time that he honestly struggles to keep up with any sudden tender gestures, which is why warming him up to it makes him a whole lot more open in genuinely trying for both his own and your sake.

Another cute thing being is that he’d absolutely wrap you around in his tails like they’re a pair of covers, keeping you warm and wishing to keep you safe from any potential threats around at all costs. Talking about his tails; compliment them, hug them, bring your attention onto them in a positive manner, I dare you. In my canon, he was still very much bullied by the bystanders close to his home, and even now, nasty comments are oftentimes still given due to similar reasonings or the blue hedgehog’s complaints alone. And although he wouldn’t exactly understand why due to memory loss of the Sega brainwashing, but a few tears would for sure manage to slip their ways down his cheeks at some point.

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Tails from the TSAA series was a slightly ... Difficult one to say the least. His obsession with Sonic has reached the point of undoable and unsavoury acts in the purpose of finding the said ‘real Sonic’, who realistically speaking; is still back at his original alternate part of the universe, potentially making him search for an ultimatum which he’ll never truly find. Let’s say you’re a self aware individual in this one who tagged along with him in order to potentially make the realisation set in that the work is not even worth it in the end, that it’s technically not even possible to begin with. You're against his plan and doings yet you still managed to steal his heart? Sneaky, sneaky little thing that you are.

While Tails back in Secret Histories would be a whole lot more careless, just wanting to be touchy with you and return all of the adoration he’s denied for such a long time, I cannot help but think the Tails in this position would be a whole lot more gentle with you; having lacked true companionship for such a long time, to believing he’d quite literally break you when truly giving in on what he actually desires. He adores you for you, he’s happened to learn a lot from your knowledge and truly appreciates your company, but he’s fearful in a way. He knows he could easily be one to just manipulate his way into the things he wants, but he knows it’s just as much fake if he literally has to break you in order to do so. You’d might as well be one another of the imposters he’s always despised so much and that’s honestly the last thing he’d wish to showcase you as.

Over time though, I can see him opening up a whole lot more and accepting the passion you’ve always offered with open arms after making a hundred percent sure it wouldn’t make a change on you in the slightest. I believe genuine benevolence and sympathy from another is what would slowly cause the fox to give up on finding this ‘real Sonic’ his head has been so desperate in creating. You’ll help him recover from his brainwashing trauma and let him very well known about the fact that he did not deserve anything that happened to him. He’s hesitant, but with you alongside him, I could finally see him putting this unrealistic fixation of his aside. Being unimaginably thankful for now gaining the love from somebody he’s yearned for for such a long time without gaslighting needing to be used nor potentially feeling the need to press a knife against the other’s throat in order for them to openly enjoy his company

Something on a sadder note, however, is how he’d likely gain these upsetting moments on how he cannot go back to either his true world due to the chaos he’s caused nor stay in any of the other dimensions because of them already having their own alternate versions of himself. To which you’re experienced in comforting the two tailed fox, but you however do not have an actual solution to the problem. You instead, help him consider making the best out of both of your positions in the multiverse. The two of you clumsily yet romantically dance your ways down together through the said ‘slide’, you sometimes end up entering other universes due to both of your curiosities getting the best of you, and you let him rant about the things he knows with a curious and interested expression on your face; there’s never really been anybody who listened to him in the way you have, so hearing the enthusiasm in his voice and sometimes even seeing his tails wag in excitement, honestly made everything worth it to you.

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Bonus section : Similarities

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A massive similarity that cannot go unnoticed is that both sides of them really wouldn't require much more than somebody who does genuinely love them but also happens to be strong enough to keep him restrained on healthy levels and keep up with any considerable obsessiveness he may show from time to time; so there’s suggested you carefully keep up to any hinted warnings in possessive behaviour and mannerisms. He’d be a whole lot more likely to stalk you during this process, wanting to keep a close eye open on both your safety and to prevent anybody else from pushing you into funny business. You’re his beautiful significant other and he shall go to intense levels to keep it that way, even if this includes in taking some sad bystander’s life cause they decided to corner you in a lustful manner without the slightest bit of consent even being given in the first place. And it’s not like he’d even be willing to believe you’d do such things with another to begin with, you’re too pure in his eyes.

Another concept for a fox character I wish to keep myself to, is the fact that they’re known to mate for life, which also just so happens to add in on atleast slight possessive behaviour on the both of them. Tails, in particular, works very well with explosives and any kinds of machinery work; so when taking notice upon anybody getting even the slightest bit too close for comfort, he certainly wouldn’t hesitate to use the malfunction excuse as a way in order to keep you accessible in the relationship. Hopefully you’d be one to prevent him from doing so as much as you possibly could though, as something that could cause bigger issues for your alliance in perhaps future occurrences would include not correcting him. He’d surely still be one to wrap his body around your own in a defensive manner, literally growling at the pedestrian oppositely of your own spot, but knowing how much he worships and looks up to you, he’d likely be one to listen on conditions of gaining enough reassurance over time and keeping a whole amount of your attention on him.

Despite how the sanity levels seem to dangerously be on the borderline of instability at some points of the relationship, I do remain to see him as atleast somewhat tameable. Due to the clinginess both versions of him hold, he’d be quite vulnerable to you in both positions aswell, almost feeling intimidated by you in a way. He worships your entire being and quite frankly views you as a godsend, feeling the need to prove himself in any way possible. At the end of the day, despite any of the flaws they may hold, from Secret Histories or TSAA, they’re both fairly passionate lovers and could genuinely be good ones as long as given a chance. He promises you’re truly in good hands- But even then, it remains important knowing what you’re potentially getting yourself into

as he sure as hell won’t let you go after your commitment.

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[mindless-existence1]

my scenario about shadow and how hedgehogs circle females and/or shadow keeping the reader well groomed 👀

Summery: Basically Shadow just washes your hair and paints your nails (he's a girl's girl I swear it)

Authors note: The undertone of this is romantic but it doesn't have to be if you don't want it to be. Hope you enjoy it babes!

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The warm light of the bathroom reflected off the polished tiles, casting a soft glow over the serene scene. You sat on a small stool near the sink, your head tipped back as Shadow carefully poured water over your hair.

His movements were deliberate and controlled, his black and red quills illuminated by the light.

“I could’ve done this myself, you know,” you teased, feeling the water run soothingly through your locks.Shadow, as usual, didn’t dignify your words with a direct response.

“It’s more efficient if I do it,” he replied in his usual calm, almost stoic tone. But you knew him well enough to catch the subtle note of fondness beneath the surface.

He squeezed a dollop of shampoo into his hands and began working it into your hair. His fingers were surprisingly gentle, massaging your scalp with a precision that only he could achieve. You closed your eyes, a contented sigh escaping your lips.

“You don’t have to do this every time, Shadow,” you murmured, though you weren’t complaining. “It’s important to maintain your grooming,” he said simply. “Besides, it ensures no mistakes are made.”

You chuckled softly. Shadow always had a way of framing his care as logic. But deep down, you knew this was his way of showing affection.

He wasn’t one for grand gestures or flowery words, but in these quiet moments, his devotion spoke louder than anything else.

Once your hair was rinsed and conditioned, Shadow reached for a towel, wrapping it around your head with practiced ease.

His crimson eyes softened as he gently patted your hair dry. “There,” he said, stepping back to admire his work. “All done.”You turned to him, a playful smile on your lips.

“Thank you, Shadow. You’re pretty good at this, you know. Maybe you missed your calling as a stylist?” He scoffed but didn’t argue, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

As you stood to leave, you paused by the door. “Actually… would you mind helping me with my nails? I’ve been meaning to do them, but you’re way more precise than I am.”

Shadow raised an eyebrow, but after a brief moment of consideration, he nodded. “Very well.”You settled on the couch, a small nail kit spread out on the coffee table.

Shadow sat across from you, his movements meticulous as he examined your hands.“What color?” he asked, his tone as neutral as ever, though you detected a hint of curiosity.

“Hmm…” You thought for a moment. “Maybe a dark red? It’ll match your stripes.”He nodded, carefully selecting the polish. His hands were steady as he worked, the brush gliding smoothly over your nails.

You couldn’t help but admire his focus, the way his expression softened when he was engrossed in something. “You’re really good at this,” you said, watching him with a warm smile. “Have you done this before?”

“No,” he replied, not looking up. “But precision is key in all tasks.”You chuckled. “Of course, it is.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as he continued, the faint scent of nail polish filling the air. When he was finished, he leaned back to inspect his work, nodding in satisfaction. “Perfect,” he said simply.

You held your hands up to admire the glossy finish, the deep red gleaming under the light. “Wow, Shadow. You really out did yourself. Thank you.”

He shrugged, but there was a flicker of pride in his eyes. “It was nothing.” Leaning forward, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

For a moment, Shadow looked surprised, but his expression quickly softened. “And you’re… tolerable,” he said, though the small smile on his lips betrayed his true feelings.

As you both settled into the couch, the quiet warmth between you was unmistakable.

Shadow might not be one for grand declarations, but in his every careful touch, his quiet devotion was clear. And to you, that was more than enough.

[your-local-simp-writers]

Mistletoe

Word Count: 1456

Warnings: None

Silver the Hedgehog x Fem! Reader

Note- You are mobian, a silly little hedgehog!

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The little town seemed plucked straight out of a snow globe. Rows of quaint timber-framed shops, their rooftops blanketed with snow, lined the cobblestone streets. Wreaths adorned every door, strings of golden lights looped from lampposts, and the scent of roasted chestnuts and spiced cider wafted through the crisp air. Silver and you strolled side by side, your breath visible in soft puffs as you took in the festive scene.

Silver adjusted his scarf, glancing down at you with a small, content smile. The lights reflected in his emerald eyes, giving him an almost ethereal glow. “This place is amazing,” he murmured, his voice soft but filled with awe.

“Isn’t it?” you replied, spinning in a circle to take it all in. “I love how everything feels so alive, like the whole town is celebrating together.”

The two of you wandered toward the bustling Christmas market, a maze of wooden stalls brimming with holiday treasures. Each booth seemed to tell its own story—one sold handmade candles in scents like pine and cinnamon, while another offered colorful woolen scarves and mittens. A nearby vendor was carving tiny figurines out of ice, his skilled hands moving with precision despite the cold.

“Oh, look at that!” you said, tugging Silver toward a stand displaying jars of sparkling snow globes. You picked one up and shook it, watching as tiny flecks of glitter swirled around a miniature village scene inside.

Silver leaned closer to observe, his hand brushing yours as he steadied the globe. “It’s like holding a little piece of this town,” he said softly, his tone filled with wonder.

You grinned, setting the globe back down. “Maybe you should get one, then. A way to remember today.”

He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “I think just being here is something I won’t forget.”

Further down the street, the two of you passed a bakery where the windows were fogged with warmth. The display was filled with gingerbread houses, their frosting decorations so detailed they looked like real cottages. The smell of freshly baked pastries made your stomach rumble, and you couldn’t resist pulling Silver inside.

The bakery was cozy and bustling, with shelves lined with loaves of bread, trays of cookies, and steaming pots of hot chocolate. A friendly baker greeted you, offering a tray of free samples. You eagerly grabbed a tiny cinnamon roll, savoring the sweetness as you turned to Silver.

“Try this,” you said, holding one up for him. He hesitated for a moment before leaning down, taking the bite you offered. His eyes widened slightly, and he nodded in approval.

“That’s really good,” he admitted, his cheeks tinting pink—not from the cold, but from the closeness of the moment.

After leaving the bakery, you found yourselves in front of a toy store, its window display filled with plush animals and colorful trains. A group of children pressed their noses against the glass, their laughter ringing through the air.

Silver paused, watching them with a soft smile. “It’s nice, seeing everyone so happy.”

You nodded, slipping your hand into his without thinking. “It really is. It’s like the holidays bring out the best in everyone.”

Your touch startled him, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his fingers curled gently around yours, his warmth a comforting contrast to the chill in the air.

As the evening went on, the two of you explored more shops—a tiny bookstore where the owner’s cat dozed on the counter, a craft store filled with handmade ornaments, and a quaint apothecary selling herbal teas and scented sachets. Each place felt like a treasure trove, and you found yourself drawn to the little details—the soft hum of holiday music in the background, the way the shopkeepers greeted you with warm smiles, and the simple joy of sharing the experience with Silver.

Eventually, as snow began to fall more steadily, the two of you found yourselves walking down a quieter street. “Any idea what you want for Christmas?” Silver asked, glancing down at you with a soft smile. His breath puffed out in visible clouds, and his silver fur seemed to catch the glow of the lights, making him look even more radiant than usual.

You grinned, your breath hitching slightly as you adjusted the scarf wrapped snugly around your neck. “Silver, I can’t tell you that. You have to guess!”

His ears twitched, and he tilted his head in thought. “Guess? How am I supposed to—”

“Imagination, my dear hedgehog!” you interrupted, laughing as you spun on your heels, gesturing dramatically at the market stalls lining the street.

He chuckled, the sound light and genuine. “Alright, fine. Let me think.” His gaze wandered over the nearby shops, his expression growing serious as he genuinely pondered the challenge.

As you walked, the two of you passed a stall selling handcrafted ornaments. You paused, admiring the delicate work—intricate glass figurines of snowflakes, reindeer, and stars, all painted with shimmering colors that caught the light beautifully. Silver noticed your fascination and stepped closer.

“These are incredible,” you murmured, reaching out to gently touch one shaped like a crescent moon. The cold glass felt smooth under your fingertips, and you smiled softly, imagining how it would look on a tree.

Silver watched you with quiet intensity, his green eyes flicking between your expression and the ornament. “Do you want it?” he asked after a moment.

You blinked and turned to him, shaking your head quickly. “Oh, no. I was just looking. It’s beautiful, but I don’t need it.”

He frowned slightly, but before you could protest further, he handed the vendor a few coins and carefully picked up the moon ornament. Turning back to you, he held it out with both hands, his cheeks slightly pink. “Here. I want you to have it.”

Your heart swelled at the gesture, and you hesitated for a moment before taking it. “Silver… Thank you. It’s perfect.”

The two of you continued strolling through the market, the glow of the lanterns and the twinkle of lights making the evening feel almost surreal. Silver seemed to relax as the evening wore on, his usual shyness giving way to a playful curiosity as you explored the stalls.

At one booth, you found a set of carved wooden figurines shaped like little forest animals. Silver picked up a tiny hedgehog, holding it up with a grin. “This one looks just like you.”

You laughed, nudging him playfully. “And this one must be you,” you said, holding up a sleek silver fox.

“Silver the Fox? I don’t think it has the same ring to it,” he replied, laughing as he put the figurine back.

As the snow began to fall heavier, the two of you ducked into a cozy café at the end of the street. The warmth of the fireplace inside was immediate and soothing, and the scent of cinnamon and cocoa wrapped around you like a comforting blanket. The café was decorated with wreaths and garlands, and a small Christmas tree stood in the corner, its lights twinkling merrily.

You and Silver found a small table near the window, and soon you were both sipping on steaming mugs of hot chocolate topped with whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon. You sighed contentedly, gazing out at the snow-covered street.

“This is perfect,” you said softly.

Silver nodded, his gaze fixed on you rather than the view outside. “It really is.”

After finishing your drinks, the two of you made your way back outside. The town had grown quieter, but the festive lights still glowed brightly, reflecting off the freshly fallen snow. As you walked down a narrow alley lined with garlands, something caught your eye—a sprig of mistletoe hanging just above you.

You stopped, looking up at it with a sly smile. “Oh, look at that,” you said, pointing.

Silver followed your gaze, his expression shifting from curiosity to sheer panic. “Oh… uh… I mean… th-that’s… um…”

You laughed, stepping closer to him. “What’s the matter, Silver? You’re not afraid of a little tradition, are you?”

“I-I’m not afraid!” he stammered, his cheeks turning a brilliant shade of red.

“Well, then?” you teased, tilting your head playfully.

He hesitated, his green eyes darting between you and the mistletoe. You could see his hands fidgeting nervously, his usual confidence completely gone. Smiling softly, you reached up, standing on your tiptoes to gently press a kiss to his cheek. “Merry Christmas, Silver.”

He froze, his blush spreading all the way to his ears. “M-Merry Christmas,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Taking his hand once more, you gave it a reassuring squeeze as you continued walking. The snowflakes danced around you, the town’s lights casting a warm glow over everything.

[vampley]

Sonic the Hedgehog x Male! Fraud Magician Bunny Reader!

Summary: Sonic admires an “all-knowing oracle” whom everyone relies on for answers. Unbeknownst to him, said “all-knowing oracle” is a wimpy and insecure fraud. Also takes place in the Sonic X universe.

Warnings: None, just fluff c:

FEM READER DNI!!!

A/n; felt left out not seeing any sonic x male reader fics, so I decided to make my own! Supposed to be read as male reader but fuck it we ball.(May or may not be oc inspired lol)

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• Let’s get one thing straight, you never wanted to be someone everyone relied on for answers.

• But every time someone asks for advice you give them an answer and it always comes true out of convince! You promise!

• You were even popular because most would consider you handsome, your slicked back hair and magician persona made for a good eye catcher.

• Every time someone has a problem, you fix it. That’s who you were to the sonic crew!

• To sonic however, you were a pillar of some sorts.

• Sure you had more bark than bite but you proved yourself useful and caring of others, and sonic admired that!

• However, everything goes downhill when Dr. Eggman unleashed his newest robot that captures tails and cream.

• Though no one expected Dr. Eggman to throw everyone back in time to The Big Apple, everyone caught wind when you couldn’t predict Dr. Eggman releasing a newer and bigger bot that managed to catch Tails.

• Everyone you knew had become stressy not knowing what would happen next.

• Well, everyone except Sonic and co. (i.e; Tails, and Knuckles)

• Chaos knows they always have their guard up.

• But that was besides the point, point is, when everyone had been betrayed, lied to, and/or resented you (though not many) Sonic stuck around through and through.

• Everyone knows Sonic isn’t afraid of not knowing what will happen next.

• His unshakable confidence has the charming nerve to infect you to the core, and even changes you for the better.

• learning new spells and tricks, you have your own way of changing (though not many would bother to care after your unintentional scam, a win is a win in your book!)

• Now as for Sonic’s form of romance, let’s just say it isn’t as “romantic” as many (and myself) would like to admit.

• Sonic would actually be very nonchalant about your new-found relationship.

• Sonic is a naturalist at heart, so even if it’s a stretch, sonic loves to enjoy the sights (even if you aren’t there with him) but who knows! Maybe he might treat you to a nice coconut from green hills or even share a chili dog.

• An endearing trait of his I reckon is that he definitely teases you, though depending on which sonic, he might tease you more or less than the other characters (I.e; sonic boom sonic vs. Sonic movie sonic).

• However if we really are desperate for a certain blue-hedgehog’s affections, I think I’d be adorable if he had a thing for collecting various flowers from a shrub or something small-scale.

• Not only that but he’d be more than willing to take naps next to anywhere, on the beach, in a hammock, in a bush, but the strangest place you two were found was on top of a skyscraper in the middle of New York!

• Not to mention how soft your fur is, perfect cuddle material in his opinion! He also sometimes uses your overgrown ears as a blanket when it’s a bit chilly out.

• I’d like to think he also admires your latest magician skills, sure he’s not one for over-the-top romance but he’s gotta admit you’ve got a good grip on your flirt game for a guy so shakey.

• he wouldn’t reciprocate on your advances though. Or at least not in an obvious way.

• A few things he’d do to show (small) signs of affection is take note of places or things you like for a small trip or gift.

• Another thing he’d do is carry you bridal-style which might be a bit selfish on his end because he usually does this the most when you are in danger and need a quick pick-up compared to others where he just picks them up, throws them, and/or drags them.

• I don’t think he’d make a scene to others about you two being boyfriends either. Like if someone brings up a topic about relationships or whatnot, sure, he’d bring you up.

• Sure Amy would be disappointed but everyone else was mostly confused.

• To be fair, you two weren’t really seen as all that close. In fact, they rarely see you two together.

• The only times you two make any form of contact is when you need Sonic’s help with a villain, or when he shares a (few) snack(s) with you, or when you two are cuddling in an odd disclosed area and- ohhh.

• He isn’t flustered easily either, but one thing he goes absolutely weak for is the rare chance you make a grand gesture during a fight.

• Like if you had to make a risky distraction on the dime, sure Sonic wouldn’t be a blushing mess, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think you looked good jumping into action like that for him.

• But one thing he’d never admit is that he thinks your bunny traits are adorable, like when you scrunch up your nose when something makes you anxious, or even when you thump your foot when you get frustrated with something or someone. (It especially happens when he teases you, so he teases you even more)

• He may not be the most romantic boyfriend, but damn is it hard to be mad at him.

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A/n; thank you so much for reading this fanfic, it turned out way longer than I thought it would but it was so worth it! Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated, and feel free to send a request for more fanfics (rules are in my bio, I only do gender-neutral and male reader requests)

[vampi3rbl00dlol]

Fandoms I write for:

Note: I mostly like to do one shots or short story’s

Also please add detail to your request and not put in something like “Sora x autistic reader” I just need personality. I can make up the setting though but a name would be nice too (not needed I just hat using y/n if not in first person).

(requests rn)

Dandadan:

Okarun(ken), Momo, and Jiji

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Loz:

link/linked universe, urbosa, Zelda, basically all the sages minus the minor, fierce deity, dark link, Gannon, and Ravio

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

FF7:

Cloud, Sephiroth, Vincent, and Yuffie (I might add more soon)

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Kingdom hearts:

Sora, Riku, Kairi, Xemnas, Young Xehanort, Axel (Lea), Roxas, Saïx, Xion, Zexion, Vanitas, and Marluxia  (so far)

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Twewy:

Neku, Shiki, Beat, and Sho 

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Persona:

Ren, Shinjiro, Junpei, Makoto, Aigis, Akechi, Futaba, Ann, Yusuke, and Wonder (persona X) (I haven’t played or watched persona 4 yet😅)

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Creepy pastas:

Ben drowned, glitchy red, strangled red (Steven), blue tears, insomnia silver, lost silver, puppeteer, candy pop, (basically all the ogs), and x virus 

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Sonic:

Sonic, Shadow, Silver, Blaze, Metal sonic, Espio, infinite, mephiles, rouge, and Whisper

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

SSbu: 

All characters OTHER THEN Captain Falcon, Banjo and Kazooie, Hero, R.O.B, Mr. Game and watch, Ice Climbers, Ness, Villager, Kazuya, Lill Mac, Simon, Ryu, Ken, Richard Diddy kong, Terry, Wolf, and Min Min (bec I don’t know anything about these characters)

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Pokémon: 

silver, gold, ash, goh, Clemont, Nate, Cress, Iris, Cynthia, James (team rocket), Caitlin, Grimsley(all the gym leaders basically) Garry, Arlo (team rocket go), (All sun and moon, Sword and shield characters)

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Homiciper:

Everyone besides the goat girl and Ms. Nuse

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Soul eater:

Death the kid, Black star, and Crona

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Might add Homestuck, Genshin Impact, and Honkai: Star Rail

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Yes’s:

child reader (only fluff or platonic tho)

Some nsfw

idc if minors interact or not ( just don’t blame me if u get in trouble 🤷🏾‍♀️)

Some kinks idk tho 

Disorders and disability’s 

All genders (including trans, non bi, gender-fluid, ect)

Lbgtq relationships (this includes some poly relations) 

kuudere, dandere, and Tsundere readers 

Au’s (so like things like Vampier or Apocalypse au or something like that)

Some ships so like Shiki x Neku or Ren x Akechi)

i can do oc now I just realized it’s easier for me to write them

Nope not happening:

yandere

really weird kinks 

Heavy nsfw

Weird ships like Pit x Dark Pit or Xemnas x Sora

Minor x adult is a big no 

Don’t make me do anything I don’t want to 

I don’t have a lot of time on my hands so don’t rush stories or anything 

un detailed requests

[derangedanomaly]

REQUESTS

This is a post of all the characters (from different fandoms) you can request! (Feel like I should've done this awhile ago 💀)

Things I WILL write:

Fluff

Angst

Smut

Sensitive themes

ANY GENDER!

ANY SEXUALITY!

ANY ETHNICITY!

ANY RELIGION!

Silly stuff

Drabbles

Fics

Threads

Imagines

Things I WON'T write:

Child porn

Insulting requests

Homophobia

Pure NSFW (sorry! I'm not at that kind of level yet 😭)

Teacher x student

Pedophilia

Step bro x reader

Ships between the characters, this is an X READER blog, not shipping blog. (For now at least.)

FANDOMS:

Undertale

South Park

Obey Me

Sonic

MHA/BNHA

If I'll be willing to write for another Fandom, then I'll update this list! ;)

UNDERTALE:

Classic (UNDERTALE)

Fell (UNDERFELL)

Swap (UNDERSWAP)

Ink (INKTALE)

Dream (DREAMTALE)

Nightmare (DREAMTALE)

Killer (SOMETHING NEW)

Dust (DUSTTALE)

Horror (HORRORTALE)

Cross (XTALE)

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Epic (EPICTALE)

Fresh (FRESHTALE)

Reaper (REAPERTALE)

Berry (SWAPFELL)

Dance (DANCETALE)

Science (SCIENCETALE)

Plus any of the Sanses Papyrus!

SOUTH PARK:

Basically anyone!

The kids are aged up though!! (Unless it's a child reader)

OBEY ME:

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Diavolo

Barbatos

Simeon

Solomon

Luke (ONLY PLATONIC!)

Sonic:

Sonic (Duh)

Tails

Knuckles

Amy

Rouge

Shadow

Dr. Robotnik

Metal Sonic

Blaze

Silver

MHA/BNHA:

Literally ANYONE bro 💀

But mostly class 1-A

Masterlist

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