#knuckles x reader fluff

[mindless-existence1]

Summery: Teaching Knuckles what cuddling is

Authors note: I love him your honor ❤️

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Knuckles was still getting used to the whole “relaxation” concept. For someone as fierce and battle-ready as he was, the idea of sitting still and doing… nothing… was baffling.

But you were determined to change that. “Come on, Knuckles,” you said with a grin, patting the couch cushion beside you.

“I promise, it’s not as weird as it sounds.” Knuckles crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

“You want me to… cuddle. What purpose does this serve? Is it a battle technique?” You stifled a laugh, shaking your head. “Not everything is about battle, you know. Cuddling is… comforting.

It’s a way to feel close to someone, to relax and let your guard down.”His brow furrowed, clearly skeptical. “Relaxation makes one vulnerable.”

“Not when you’re with someone you trust,” you countered, your voice softer. “It’s like recharging after a long day. Trust me, you’ll like it.” Knuckles hesitated, his gaze shifting to the couch.

Finally, he let out a huff and sat down stiffly beside you, his arms still firmly crossed. “Very well. Show me this… cuddling.”You smiled, scooting closer. “Okay, first, you need to loosen up a bit. Just sit back and relax.”

Knuckles gave you a dubious look but leaned back against the cushions, his posture still rigid. “Better,” you said, gently placing a hand on his arm. “Now, I’m going to lean against you. Is that okay?”

He nodded slowly, watching you carefully as you shifted closer, resting your head on his shoulder. His body was warm and solid, and you could feel the tension in his muscles as he tried to stay perfectly still.

“See? Not so bad,” you murmured.“Hm.” Knuckles glanced down at you, his expression unreadable. “You are… very close.”

“That’s kind of the point,” you teased, tilting your head to look up at him.

“Cuddling is all about being close.”He was quiet for a moment, then slowly raised an arm, hovering it awkwardly above your shoulders.

“Do I… hold you like this?” You smiled, gently guiding his arm around you. “Exactly like that.” Knuckles’ grip was hesitant at first, but as you leaned into him, he relaxed ever so slightly.

His large hand rested against your back, warm and steady, and you could feel the tension in his frame beginning to melt away. “This is… pleasant,” he admitted after a while, his voice low. “Strange, but pleasant.”

“Told you,” you said, closing your eyes as you settled against him. “You’re a natural.” Knuckles let out a quiet chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest. “I am skilled in many things. Apparently, this is one of them.”

You laughed softly, your hand moving to rest on his. “You’re doing great, Knuckles. See? Relaxing isn’t so bad.”

“Hmph,” he muttered, but there was no real annoyance in his tone. If anything, he sounded… content.

As the minutes passed, Knuckles grew more comfortable, his grip around you becoming more secure. He rested his head against yours, the quiet warmth of the moment wrapping around you both like a blanket.

“This… cuddling,” he said eventually, his voice thoughtful. “It is a good way to recharge.” You smiled, your eyes still closed. “Told you so.” Knuckles hummed softly, his grip tightening just a fraction.

“Thank you for showing me this. It is… nice to feel close to someone. ”Your heart melted at his words, and you snuggled closer. “Anytime, Knuckles. Anytime.”

And in that moment, with the world quiet around you and Knuckles holding you close, you knew you’d introduced him to something he’d never forget.

[arahdow]

SHY AROUND YOU

Pairing. Knuckles x reader

Content. fem!reader. lil angst, hurt-comfort, knuckles having trouble with his emotions. kissing but nothing too sensual or anything.

Word count. 1.3 k

A/N. Not beta read, we die like men. Also, again, sorry if it's too occ! I had the time of my life writing this sjdjs (it's 4:51 am atm send help)

At the distance, you could see the echidna and the bat talking to each other. Rogue was smiling and occasionally pushing his shoulder, a playful glint on her lips, as he seemed to not mind her closeness. You frowned at their interaction.

It wasn’t the first time it happened, it actually became a usual thing. Rogue speaking with Knuckles about her life, him telling her stories about his past, like old time friends. He always said she was his best friend, even before you two met. It was sweet at first, knowing he had such a reliable someone to hold on to. But not right now. Right now you were fuming.

You and Knuckles have been a couple since a couple of months, both of you getting used to each other’s mannerisms and habits, it was something you really treasured as you spent a good year or maybe more, trying to open your way into his heart. In the end, he let you build a little nest in his mind, as he kept thinking more and more of you every day, and not the typical worry, no, it was something beyond that. Something that wanted you close to him at all times. To protect you when he was around, and if he wasn't you were in his thoughts until he sees you again.

So, with a lot of effort and patience, he explained his feelings and you ended up catching on what he was talking about. Needless to say, you spent the whole evening together, speaking about deeper topics and stuff. It was such a sweet memory.

But it’s been days, even a few weeks since the last time he has kissed you. At first it was fine, you were busy with tasks around the island, and Knuckles was busy guarding the emerald, you barely saw each other and you were okay with that. You knew it was a temporary thing and there was nothing to worry about.

Even then, the thing that made your heart grieve in the worst way was how shy and reserved he became since you don’t spend much time together anymore.

It’s like you returned to base one again.

You were sad, of course, worried. And even then you showed empathy, knowing he needed space and maybe time to grow closer to you again. But seeing him right now being his extroverted self with Rogue ticked you in a bad way. He seemed genuinely happy. He laughed at her comments and didn’t seem to mind her hand touching him. It made your blood boil.

Standing from the beach chair you were sitting on, you started walking towards your shared home. The whole crew went to the beach to rest for a bit after the week’s activities, and you thought it was a good idea to try and make an advance on your boyfriend. But right now, you were just pissed off and wanted to sleep the anger away.

As you entered your home, the first thing you saw was two rocks on the top counter. It was the two rocks you both chose as a token from the day you both became lovers. One was a reddish stone with white undertones and the other was a shimmering one. It made your eyes sting just remembering how nice those times were. It was hard noticing how sad times got.

Getting close to the rocks, you took the reddish one, that symbolized Knuckles, and felt your eyes water. Your emotions were caught red handed when you felt a presence behind you. Wiping the few tears away, you left the rock on it’s place and started to go to your room, when a big hand stopped you, holding you from your forearm.

You whined a bit, not because of pain, but because you missed his touch more than ever and this is the first time he has touched you in days. It was pathetic.

“What’s wrong?” You heard his low voice, and something inside you stirred. Oh you were so in love with the oblivious echidna and there was nothing you could do about it.

“Nothing…” The voice came out in a thread. You winced listening how broken you sounded.

“You left, why?”

And you wanted to punch him so bad right then and there, but you knew better. He was so muscular, your hand would hurt first than his body if you were to punch him. Shaking your head, you looked at him in the eye. “What’s the matter with you?”

He looked at you confused. “Me?”

You choked on a humorless laugh. “Yeah, you seemed pretty occupied with Rogue, I didn’t want to intrude…”

“What’s this about?”

A groan left your throat. Time to let it all out. “Knuckles you’re not the same. You haven’t been the same. You’re not the guy I wanted to be with a few days ago.” You started to breathe fast. “You’ve changed. You feel like you don’t love me anymore. You don’t say it, you don’t show it, and I can’t handle that kind of treatment..."

Taking a deep breath, you continued, speaking fast and breathy. "What do you think it feels when other girl can have all of your loving self and not me?" The air was soon leaving your lungs making you feel like burning. Choking on a sob you didn’t know was there, you continued. “I’m sorry, but there’s space for one girl inside of your heart and if it’s not me then, what are we doing?”

The echidna stood there, motionless, and you didn’t know if it was a good signal. You thought he wanted space.

Trying to leave, you yanked your arm. But it was no use, he had such a strong grip on you. Looking at the floor, he seemed deep in thought. He pressed his lips, motionless. His breathing was easy and calculated. Almost too calm.

“I don’t…” He started, then shaking his head. “I’d never…” His eyes met yours. “I… Don’t… Why…” His body seemed composed, but in his eyes, you saw fear. And the tremor in his voice confirmed that he was scared. Of losing you, perhaps. “I don’t know what to do…” He said rapidly.

You sighed, walking slowly to the couch on the living room making him follow with short steps. When both of you were close, you sat down and made him mirror your actions.

“Knux…”

“I don’t know how to make it better, help me, how can I…” He looked at the floor with furrowed eyebrows.

“First of all, don’t be so hard on yourself.” You said, breathing in slowly, trying to make him follow your inhaling and exhaling. “Second, tell me how are you feeling, what are you feeling?”

Silence reigned between the two of you. The only thing to be heard was both of your breathing.

“I feel bad. I feel angry, and sad, and like the worst boyfriend…” He said with an annoyed grunt.

“Now, what would be good thing to say?” You ask. It was like a mechanical thing, but it always helped him with his unknown emotions. And he loved you for understanding him and helping him even in these moments.

Knuckles turned a bit and took both your hands, he kissed them and sighed. “I’m sorry, darling.” He looked down. “Rogue is just a friend, I always see her as my big sister, helping me with things regarding of our relationship… But I didn’t think how that might’ve looked from your perspective.” He pouted a bit making you smile lightly, suddenly your mind imagining a lost Knuckles asking Rogue for dating advice.

“You ask her about us?”

“Of course!” he exclaimed. “I wanted to know how to make a special dinner for us, you know, it's gonna be our anniversary soon… It was a surprise but it wouldn’t be fun if you break up with me before I can even start to plan it.” He said sheepishly.

A smile broke into your lips. “You’re so silly, but also cute.” you said, holding a hand out to caress the fur on his cheeks. “We can plan it together!”

“But what about the surprise? Rogue said it was indispensable to have a surprise on a special dinner.” The echidna complained.

You thought. “Well, we can give each other a special gift, what about that?”

Knuckles thought for a bit before he nodded. “Agreed!”

Both of you smiled at each other. One of his hands traveled to your cheek, caressing the skin under his covered palm. Looking at him lovingly, you kissed the inside of his palm, trying to convey your feelings with your lips.

He seemed deep in thought, when suddenly his hand cupped your cheek firmly and started pulling you towards him. His face coming close to yours, watching intently at your sparkling eyes. With a swift movement, you got closer and cut the space in between the two of you, kissing his lips.

The echidna gasped lightly in between the kiss but soon reciprocated sweetly.

The kiss was brief. You pulled away and he looked at you enamoured. "I feel my stomach fuzzy."

Giggling at his words, you nuzzled on his chest fur and smiled. "I missed kissing you too, Knux."

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki who loves nose kisses btw. who's been innocently doing them with you ever since he was small and who still does them now. it's basically a reflex. whenever you're worried for him, or he has to go off somewhere, he presses his forehead to yours. who looks you straight in the eyes with an unspoken promise to be safe. he nods, smushing his nose to yours and nuzzling it softly, almost shyly. and then he's gone again, cheek, ears and nose completely pink.

[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?”

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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.

[peachigummi]

test my luck ꢾ꣒ mattheo riddle.

summary: enemy to lovers! Mattheo and y/n have been each other's biggest haters since year 1, they're in their final year at Hogwarts. Mattheo finally pushes y/n to the edge, with his venomous words and guilt tactics.

pairing: enemy! mattheo x fem ravenclaw! reader

warnings: not for the faint of heart! mature themes/language. mentions of abuse. slow burn? bullying angst!! oh my god angst, but ends with some bittersweet fluff I promise! attempted suicide sorry (after reading this back, i dont mean it to be manipulation or to glorify or romanticize but! shit!! for a plot?)

note: i haven't written anything in literal years, the pov is going to shift a lot so bear with me. i honestly just lost any sense of motivation. but something in me just bloomed. you wont see any hp things on this blog it is my journal and i feel like sharing! maybe a part 2 in the making. if this gets enough response.

word count: 6,828

(slightly not really proofread or fan fact checked? if that's a thing ha)

playlist: should i create..? you know damn well the smiths would be in it! like Bigmouth Strikes Again?? that is mattheo!

reblogs & comments are so appreciated! i hope you enjoy <3

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It was the start of your last year of Hogwarts, it was an okay time. You personally didn’t get into too much trouble, you liked to stick by yourself for the most part. You studied hard because your muggle parents were still confused about you being a witch, and what you would get out of it. It was hard to process that information, it was a thing of fairy tales. You had to prove yourself in this new world. That…that was hard when you were constantly looking over your shoulder for Mattheo Riddle.

“What’s a whore doing in my seat?” Speak of the damn devil. 

You turned to look at him with a sarcastic smile, “Well hello to you too Mattheo.” You nod at the three other boys that were with him, each of their arms crossed. “Draco. Blaise. Theodore.” You return to look at Mattheo, “you know last time I checked… there are no assigned seats in Potions.” You looked around and the class was still fairly empty.

“Think again and think hard.” Mattheo spoke to you in a cold shallow tone, he barely looked at you. He circled around the table you were at, your eyes following him. He suddenly stopped right behind your chair, yanking it back. There was a loud scrape, the few students that were in the room turned to look at the scene unfolding. You didn’t meet any of their eyes. Mattheo slammed his hand on the side of the table, making you flinch. You hated that you reacted that way. He grabbed the back of your ponytail, forcing your head forward where his hand was, “Look.” M. Riddle. D. Malfoy. B. Zabini. T. Nott. Their names were carved into the side. You grabbed Mattheo’s hand, the one that was still holding onto your ponytail, you tried to pry his icy cold fingers off. It only made him tighten his grip, he bent down to get close to your face, “I suggest you move unless you want me to carve my name onto your face as well.” he spat and finally let go. 

“Whatever,” you gathered your books, “this seat sucks anyways. I’ll go hang out with Professor Snape up front.” You rolled your eyes as Draco lit up a cigarette, handing the pack to the boys to share. If you’re going to try and get away with smoking, yeah do it in the back of the class I guess.

“You really like being a teacher’s pet don’t you? That’s why you’ve always got your nose up Snape’s ass.” 

“Seriously fuck off! Go continue to lose brain cells with your sorry excuse of friends.” You push the seat back and let it topple over. You mentally slapped yourself, you shouldn’t be feeding into his remarks.

“That’s cute sunshine, I’ll bet you have a hard time standing up for yourself in every aspect of your pathetic life. Do better.” Mattheo smugly said, smoking the cigarette that was in his hand.

You opened your mouth to speak but decided against it, you ended up just flipping him off. He did the same, giving you an annoyed look. You took the seat next to Hermione in the front of the class. Ugh! That Mattheo. “Are you okay?!” She asked, shooting daggers at the group, turning to you again “How can you put up with that? We have to tell someone..” you shook my head and whispered, “it’ll only make things worse. I don’t want to be a snitch. It’s already been six years anyways… how can one more year really change things.”

Blaise laughed, “you like that don’t you mattheo? Isn’t she so cute when she’s angry, you like feisty girls, yeah?”

Draco chuckles, “oh he definitely does, too bad she’s a stupid bitch.” The group laughs together.

You could hear them hollering from the back. You tried to calm yourself down and pay attention to the different measurements of the potions you were being taught. Maybe I could switch this class to a different time. You thought, focusing back to the lesson when Professor Snape mentioned something about needing to be in groups of three for an upcoming project.

Before Snape could assign anyone, Mattheo spoke up, “Sir I’d like to work with Theodore, if that’s permitted.” Snape looked annoyed by his interjection but answered, “No, Theodore will be with Y/N and Draco. Nothing will change. I already made the groups, they will be posted near the storeroom.” He gave Mattheo a dirty look.

You could hear Draco scoff but he didn't say anything. Yet. He kept to himself and his buddies while they continued to smoke and do other things to piss Professor Snape off before the class was finally dismissed. I guess I didn’t need to worry about being in a pair with Mattheo. You still wanted to protest against the group choice, but nothing would come of it. You knew better than to go against Snape’s final word. Theodore wasn’t such a horrible person, he actually can be pretty smart and helpful, if you got him alone. Otherwise when he was with even just one of his buddies, he was just like them - a jerk. It was Draco you won’t be able to stand.

“Don't do anything stupid, Y/L/N, and we might actually do okay in this project.” That was Draco himself, walking over with Theodore.

You ignored his comment, “where should we meet and when?”

“We can use one of the abandoned classrooms. Before the lunch break?” Theodore suggested, handing a note with directions.

“Okay. See you.” You said as bluntly as possible, gathering your book. You went to grab the ingredients your group might need. 

“Teachers pet!” Draco yelled after.

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Of course you were the first to the abandoned classroom, you had been waiting for nearly twenty minutes before either of them showed. When they did, they didn’t bother to apologize, though you didn’t expect them to. Even with smart comments from both boys, you finished discussing the project and the presentation at a decent hour. It was quiet as you started to collect your things, Draco excused himself earlier to collect a package.

“Y/N, why is it that you hate Mattheo so much?” Theodore broke the silence, carefully watching you wrap the vials carefully. You paused, taken back. “He’s been trying to get a rise out of you since day 1, why?” He continued nonchalantly, leaning back in his chair. He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

You quickly grab them out of his hand and put it in your own breast pocket, “don’t smoke around me.” 

This made him annoyed, “Hey! I need those! They keep me calm!” 

“No you don't, you've been fine this entire time without them. I’m not trying to raise your blood pressure right now. You’re fine.” You give him a good look, maybe he was playing dumb. How could he not know? Theodore and Mattheo were best friends; they must have already talked about this, “I only hate Mattheo because he hates me. It’s all there's to it…” I think.

He lingers for a moment after you answered him, there is something else you haven’t said, “tell me what you think. There’s always some deeper reason for this sort of stuff” He rested his chin on his hand. See this is why I favored Theodore from the rest of his group, but should I still trust him? He could use this information against me. I took the chance.

“Over the years I suspected it was just plainly because I was a mudblood and not some perfect pure-bred like you folk.” You continued to wrap the vials carefully. 

Theodore rolled his eyes, “He does have a thing against people with different backgrounds than his own. He thinks everyone in this school should be from a wizarding family. But that’s not the case with you.” He grabbed a vial too, helping me wrap them, “He’s never said anything about your parents or how they’re muggles.” Mattheo would talk about me when I wasn’t around? Why would he do that? You looked into his eyes searching for some joke or underlying lie. There was none I could detect.

You recall the moment aloud when you first laid your eyes on Mattheo, “It was at the train station. Our first year. I remember hugging and kissing my parents goodbye, not wanting to let go of them. I turned around to go on the train and there was a much much smaller Mattheo staring at me with wide beady little eyes that were glossed over with tears. He was cute in that split second - ” You couldn’t help but smile at the memory. Theodore watched you carefully. You straightened your lips, continuing, “ - before he stuck a solid wad of gum in my hair.”

Theodore bellowed, nearly falling backwards in his chair, “Yeah that sounds like him, that’s a classic stunt he’d pull off. There was this one time in year 5 when he stuck gum on the chair of one of the professors before class…I never saw her so mad after she sat down and got up, her chair nearly followed her around!” He tried to settle himself down, “Mattheo always had a thing for doing stuff to people and acting as if it’s all a joke.”

“It’s not a joke when you have to cut your hair super short in order to remove the gum. I felt so naked without my long hair, it was so beautiful! And he made it worse when he made a point to show how ugly I was to everyone in the Great Hall. I even remember you laughing just like you are now.” You pushed his shoulder.

Theodore smirked, “yeah we all laughed, how couldn’t we?! You looked ridiculous before you grew it back out. We used to call you Baldy McEgg-head. You’d get so mad, only making us laugh harder.” At least someone cherished the memory. You rolled your eyes.

It grew quiet again, “have you ever met Mattheo’s parents? Has he ever talked to you about them?”

“No. I’ve never met them. He’s never really talked about his parents or his life outside Hogwarts. I don’t think he’s on great terms with his dad. He always stayed with them during the breaks, and wasn't ever allowed to spend it with us or here at hogwarts. He missed out on a lot of important hang outs. I wished he was there for them” Theodore explained, he sounded disappointed and angry.

“Do…do you think he’s jealous of my home life? The affection I was receiving in front of him at the train station…” 

He thinks for a moment, “I suppose it could be a possibility…hard to tell. He doesn’t allow himself to show too much emotion, again, probably has to do with the way he must have been raised.”

You wanted to do more research into Mattheo’s family…but how? “Thanks for this Teddy. You’ve given me a lot to think about.” You finished packing everything into your bag. Before you left you tossed him back his pack of cigarettes, “see you later.”

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You let out a sigh of relief, to be alone once again. Mettheo Riddle, what secrets do you hide? You made your way to the library instead of the Great Hall. After a few hours of searching around the library, you finally find a section of massive thick old leather bound books. You blew on the covers, these books contained a record of all the wizards and witches that had attended Hogwarts. Kind of like a yearbook, but it told you what came of them. Who married who, what did they end up doing after Hogwarts, etc. a rare but quite the gem of a find. “R… R.. R” you whispered, touching the book ends. You look at the bottom of the bookshelf finding the one that contained the last names that began with R. You found it, and you began to look through for the name “Riddle.”

Just as you got to the last name, you felt a wave of shame. You were snooping into somebody’s life. Their history. This is wrong. If Mattheo wanted to talk about his home life, surely he would have. He was hiding something. There were heavy slow footsteps coming around the corner of the aisle. You snapped the book shut holding it behind you and you looked at the section opposite of where you just were. Mattheo, they were his steps, you could tell. 

“Of course you’d be in the library doing nerd stuff.” He doesn’t sound happy, but also when is he truly ever?

You looked at him then around yourself, “who me? A nerd for being in the library?” I mean he wasn’t wrong but ..yeah. You still point at him, “Where are you then? Because it seems to be you’re also in the library with…” you fake gasp, “...Me! Making you a nerd too!” You hoped that confused him, you shifted the leather book behind your back. It was getting heavy by the second.

“I’m ditching classes to smoke,” He takes a rip of a cigarette that was nearly at its end, he blows the smoke in your face. “Nerd.”

“Whoop-dee-doo what a stellar insult Mettheo. I’m a ravenclaw. What did you expect? I’d rather be a nerd than a-” You took a step closer to him squinting then widening your eyes in horror, “oh my god Mattheo did you lose a tooth from all that smoking?” He quickly shoved his pinky into his mouth feeling his teeth in a panic. If there was one thing he cared more about than cigarettes it was keeping up with his good looks. Uh did I just describe him as good looking?

He actually laughed once he finished counting his teeth, “They’re perfectly fine. I care about taking care of myself, unlike you. How often do you wash yourself? I doubt you even brush your hair. I did you a favor when you had to cut it off. You have no sense of style, even with a selection of uniforms! Why do you dress like it’s winter all year? You dress like a peasant from the 1820’s”

Okay ouch, that kinda hurt. You’ve been insecure with your body, you always struggled with that. Dressing in sweaters helped hide it. You didn’t know how to respond, maybe he's right. You couldn’t stand up for yourself to save your life. You just shoved his shoulder with your own and walked past him. 

Matthew continues to follow you, “did you just shove me you twat?” He snatched the book out of my arms holding it a ways away from you, “If you’re going to do sneaky shit, don’t do it so obviously. Is this a diary or something?” Your eyes widened trying to take it back, but he held it up high above his head easily with one hand.

“Yes! It’s my diary, it’s where I gush about the god almighty perfect Mattheo!” I sarcastically said, still hoping he wouldn’t look at the title of the book. “No stupid! I dont have one, I just got done working on the potions project with your buddies. Hand me back the book.”

“Oh I bet you three had lots of fun. Did you talk about me while you were there? Did you talk about how you can’t take your eyes and mind off of me? You’re clearly obsessed, following me around like a love sick puppy. You pop up wherever I happen to be.” 

“Ew no never.” You fought your expression back, did Theodore tell him something? Fuck. “Draco left, it was just Teddy and I. we spent it kissing the whole time. Super carefree. His lips surprisingly didn't taste like cigarettes, they were pretty sweet.”

Mattheo’s smug smirk fades even before you finish your sentence. He hated how you used a nickname for his friend. He despised the thought of you kissing anyone, especially his mates, “fucking liar. THEODORE, not TEDDY, doesn’t like you. He just tolerates you because he has to. He wouldn’t be caught dead kissing you. You’re disgusting and I pity anyone who has the displeasure of touching you in any way other than to harm you. 

You hold your hands up, “woah woah woah, whatever makes you sleep peacefully at night. Why else did Teddy take me to an abandoned classroom, it was our chance to get away together especially after Draco conveniently left.” You couldn’t believe you were lying through your teeth, this would forsure come back and bite you in the ass even harder. You haven’t even had your first kiss yet. You haven't even been romantically linked with anyone before. 

“Stop fucking calling him Teddy, it’s Theodore!”

“Can you guys get a room or SHUT UP! For Merlin’s Sake” A random student yelled out at us. Slamming their hand on the table. You were embarrassed because you took pride in keeping the library a sacred place to study or relax.

“Piss off. Go find a room of your own instead of listening to us talking. You must be a first year, if you’re still so sensitive to other’s voices in the library.” He continued to raise his voice, “We’ve been like this for years! Blah blah blah!!”

“Stop it Mattheo.” You shove him again, mouthing to the student, I'm very sorry. With the distraction you go and grab the book in Mattheo’s hand but he quickly readjusts his grip.

“You don’t have to apologize for me, sunshine. You should apologize to him for your existence, do everyone a favor will you?” He finally looked down at the title of the book, Who Were They and Where They Now?: Hogwarts. He carefully used a single finger to pry it open to where the fabric bookmark was, immediately seeing his own surname. He gives a manic laugh looking up at your face and slamming the book down to the floor, “you stalker. You are obsessed with me.” 

He lunged at you. You took a step back, you hit the shelving. Your heart was beating so fast you thought you would pass out from the red handed guilt. 

“What kind of information were you looking to find huh?” He pointed a finger at me, his eyes ice cold. Looking to murder. Your head suddenly hurt, there was a high pitched ringing that wouldn't stop. You went to cover your ears to find some relief but Mattheo grabbed you and shook hard, “what the FUCK did you think you would find? Tell me. Tell me NOW!” You didn’t know what to say he just stared hard at you, his nails digging into your arms. You winced. He began to speak fast and harshly as if he knew, as if you had said something. 

“Did you really expect you would find out that I had a happy home? Do you think I’m happy being born in some dingy hovel? Do you think I'm overjoyed to be related to and be abused by my father? He beat me black and blue and hated my existence. My mother just sat there silently watching. She doesn’t care. Would YOU be thrilled knowing that you came from a long line of dark wizards who’ve caused pain and suffering to people for centuries.” 

You began to cry, “Mattheo..”

“You honestly think I would be so proud of that to tell everyone?” He scoffed.

“Mattheo you’re hurting me…”

“I. Don’t. Care.” His deep brown eyes didn’t leave yours, “you should have minded your own business. Stupid girl prying into my history. What do you care? Did you think I'd be less of a jerk to you if I had a perfect loving family like yours? ”

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry! I .. I.”

“Shut up. You don't get to speak. I don't need you feeling sorry for me, I can handle myself. This is probably the worst you’ll ever experience.”

“Y-You’re right. I’m.. I’m grateful I never had to e-endure that” You were one stuttering mess. 

He moves one hand to cup your mouth to shut you up again, “what did i say. I don't want to hear another word out of your mouth.” He rose the other up threateningly. 

You closed your eyes. Do it Mattheo. Please. I deserve it. I’m sorry I tried to pry. Do it. He was surprised by your offer and looked at you in confusion, his expression didn’t change though. “What kind of sick request is that?” You open your eyes again to meet his. Both of you were in disbelief, did he just-? “Why would you want me to beat you? Because you feel bad for me? I don’t want nor need your sympathy. Trying to act like a saint that's willing to be my punching bag whenever I want.” he scoffed, letting your mouth free, taking a single step back away from you.

“Then why are you so mean to me? Tell me that. When I first laid eyes on you during our first year at the train platform, I thought we would be friends.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing where his fingers had dug into you.

“You’re a prissy annoying know-it-all goody two shoes that thinks she’s better than everyone. You can’t help but chime in whenever you have the chance and show off.”

“So it’s just my existence then huh, nothing else to it?” You felt your own anger finally rise, you wiped your tears off your cheek trying to regain composure.

“Pretty much. You’re unbearable. You are the most unexciting thing I’ve ever encountered.”

“Let me fix that for you.” Your eyes betrayed you and let the gates open, the flood starting to spill once more. Before Mattheo could get another hold of you you quickly shuffled off, dropping your things. Already feeling limp. Just hoping your legs would carry you a bit more.

Mattheo rolls his eyes, “tsk so stupid.” He stood there staring at the place you once were. Thinking about what occurred when he processed what you said, “Y/N! Hey I-..” He began to follow in the direction you went off to.

Your shuffle turned into a run, you just needed privacy. Anything. Your dorm was too far away, so you went into the nearest girls bathroom and into the furthest stall to sob.

Mattheo reaches the hallway, looking to his left and right. Fuck where did she go? He closes his eyes to listen closely. He heard something faint and went with his gut.

You sat down beside the toilet, hitting your head with your fist. “Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.” You heard a familiar giggle, “go away Myrtle. Now’s especially not the time.” 

Bathroom, you had to be in the bathroom. He went inside not caring if another girl would see him, “Y/N? You’re in here, I know you are. Look, just come out will you?” Instead Moaning Myrtle came forth.

“Are you looking for me?” she bit her finger looking him up and down, “we don't get that many cute boys in here.” She sighed, still admiring him, “Nevertheless, shame on you. How could someone as delicious as you treat someone so horribly.” She laughed in his face.

“Shut up. I don't need to be lectured by some depressed ghost. Why are you even here. Go away.” He went further inside the bathroom pushing doors in, “actually have you seen a girl come in, Y/N?”

“Yes!” She said excitedly pointing to the last stall, “She’s coming with me and we’ll get to haunt together. It’ll be so fun to not be alone anymore” She broke into another high pitched laugh, clapping her hands with joy. 

“What the hell is she on about?” That’s when he noticed broken glass from a mirror. His heart drops, “you’ve got to be kidding me…” He rushed over pushing the final door in, but this one wouldn’t budge. “Y/N. It’s Mattheo..” his heart drops and he pales when he notices blood start to seep out from under the door, you’ve hurt yourself. “Y/N!” He says again louder, “open the door! Open it right fucking now! Y/N!!”

You didn’t want him to see you like this, no one should have to see this. You try to hold the door closed but you were losing your strength to do anything. The blood made it slippery so your hand slid down, “M-m-mattheo haven’t..you said enough?”

Myrtle pointed to the glass, “look how eager she was! Damaging school property to break free” She did a couple spins in the air, “any minute now!”

“That’s it. I’ve had enough.” Mattheo raised his wand and shot a blast at the lock, it broke open and he flung the door open to reveal you laying on the floor. His heart seemed to stop completely. “Shit! Dammit! Y/N!” 

The blast frightened you, “No. Mattheo. No.” You could only make out his dark curly haired head. You tried to swat him away before losing consciousness due to blood loss. 

Professor Snape rushed in after hearing a blast, “what the bloody hell is going on in here, Mr. Riddle.”

Mattheo looked at him with an angry and panicked expression, “I need her in the infirmary right now.” He said through gritted teeth. He leans over you, grabbing a large bunch of toilet paper and quickly kneels next to you. Applying pressure on your bleeding left wrist.

Snape understood immediately, “Keep the pressure on the wrist, Riddle.” He was able to pick you up easily, but he was not enthusiastic about having your blood staining his robes, “with HASTE Riddle! Follow me!” And off they went to the infirmary. Once there Snape quickly laid you on a bed gently before Madame Pomfrey took over. 

She was able to stop and clean the bleeding, while she examined the cut striation she asked both Snape and Mattheo what blood type they were, “The girls lost too much blood, she needs a transfusion.” She began to stitch the wrist, the cut was near vertical to the veins. 

Mattheo in a less than a split second looked at Pomfrey, “Am I able to donate for her.” He didn’t say it as a question, he wanted it to be a command. 

“As long as you share the same blood type then yes, sweetheart. Please, fresh blood is much better. We can’t wait more time, Ms. Y/L/N is so terribly pale. She can have a seizure any minute if we dont get more blood to her brain” still carefully pulling at threads. His hand was still holding yours. 

He nods impatiently, less talking, more action. “I’m AB-” he gulped. One of the rarest blood types in the world, “what type is she?” he began to roll up his sleeve even before Pomfrey was able to respond.

“Goodheavens! Thank Merlin. She’s AB- as well!” She sighs looking up at the ceiling for a split second, calling for a nurse to help set up the transfusion. He took a seat on your left, watching the nurse insert a needle into each of your arms. He didn’t flinch, but he gave her a threatening look when she inserted a needle into your arm, thinking she would bring more pain to you. 

Madame Pomfrey stood up, finished. “If it was with a straight razor and not a glass shard, I don’t think i would have been able to-” she let her voice die down after seeing how pale Mattheo began to look too, she shut her mouth as to not worry him more with what the other alternative was. He couldn’t hide his guilt. His eyes were alternating between your face and his blood that was slowly running into your body through a single tubing. He desperately needed it to go faster. 

“Is there a chance she would wake up with problems with her veins or her nerves?” He asked.

Pomfrey patted the boy's shoulders, “Let’s hope not, let’s hope they hold. With the basics in place, there’s nothing a little magic can’t help.” This eased him, “Ms. Y/L/N wont wake for a couple of hours. She needs to be watched to make sure she doesn’t rip my stitching job or we will go back to square one my boy. Can I trust you?”

“Is that really a necessary question?” He bit his tongue, “Sorry, yes I will watch over her. I need to be here when she wakes up.”

“Best she gets a psychiatrist too, but that's a later issue to address. We’ll focus on physical healing for now.” Pomfrey looked at Mattheo curiously, isn’t this one of the trouble-making slytherin boys? She shook her head and walked out to attend to another student.

“Y/N i’m here.” He studies your face, deep with regret and guilt. He holds your right hand tightly, he whispers softly, “it’s okay, you’re going to be alright..”

“Riddle.” Snape was still watching everything from the shadows of the room, “What happened to my best student, why is he in this condition?”

“It’s my fault, Professor…I was making a fool out of myself. I was treating her like hell… it went too far. She must have had a breakdown and she-” he couldn’t bear to describe your condition out loud.

Snape held a hand up to silence him from saying more, “rather than giving you detention for the rest of your time here at Hogwarts. I will need you to attend all the girl’s classes she will be missing in her recovery. She must not fall behind.”

“Yes sir, I understand. I’ll do it.” 

Snape turned to leave but came back toward the boy and yanked the cigarette box from his uniform pocket, “none of these for you either, especially as you are sharing blood with Y/N. She never liked you smoking.” and off he turned around to change his own robes from the blood.

“Anything for you.” he whispered towards you, “please wake up soon.”

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You began to stir, your eyes fluttering open. You looked around in a panic. You were incredibly sore, especially your left wrist. It stung badly. Mattheo had fallen asleep in the chair when he jolted awake to the sound of your movements, “Calm down, relax, you’re in the infirmary. You’re safe.” He couldn’t help but feel like he just lied about it being safe, if he was the cause of this.

“M…m..Mattheo” You began to cry again, “I’m so sorry.” You went to reach out and hug him but flinched. You followed the red transfusion line to him, “oh Mattheo.”

He sat up to lean towards you. He shushes you and wipes your tears with the back of his hand, ‘you need to calm down and take it easy, princess. You’ve lost a lot of blood and you're still weak. This is just to bring your levels up, you’ll start to feel better soon.”

You stared at his beautiful eyes, ones that had held so much hate but there seemed to be no trace of it now. You felt guilty, I acted like a coward. “Myrtle said it was going to be quick and painless. I’m so stupid I couldn’t even do it right.” You felt another wave of tears coming but  you tried to choke them down.

“No youre not, you’re not at fault.” He couldn’t help but chuckle cautiously as what he was about to say, “you might be a know-it-all but you just need to have more control with your thoughts. Don’t listen to Moaning Myrtle. Don’t be hard on yourself, you're not stupid. You did nothing wrong.”

“I thought I was doing you a favor.” you were so exhausted. But you needed to get this out before you lost consciousness again. With your good arm you help his hand tightly, looking him in the eyes again to emphasize the point you were going to make, “Mattheo, I really am idiotic. I Am. I did think you had a perfect life, it didn’t cross my mind that you had it any other way. You were always carefree and just let's be honest, acting like you're’ better than everyone else. It was wrong of me to have assumed that.”

He frowns. “Don’t apologize. There’s no way to tell what someone is going through ultimately. I..cope in my own way.” He softly strokes your cheek with this thumb.

If it wasn’t for the pain, you would have thought you were asleep. Dead. Or in purgatory. A realm between realms. No way the mattheo I’ve known my whole life is sitting beside me looking..lovingly at me? You felt horrible. Did I just manipulate him into caring about me? Just hours ago he was mocking and saying nasty things as usual. 

Mattheo could see the look of disbelief in your eyes from the way he was behaving, “Y/N. I’m caring for you. No you’re not dreaming or in some other realm. You’re here, with me, thank Merlin. You didn’t manipulate me, you woke me up.”

You sat up too quickly for your own good, your head feeling light “How are you doing that?” 

He shook his head, “Another time. I’m really sorry for how I treated you. You think I’m just some asshole, but I'm more than that really. I want to be more than that. No one else has gotten to see the real me.”

“Mattheo, I see you.” Despite your pain, you reach out to cup his face between your hands. For a second, you saw the boy you first laid your eyes on that first year at the train station. The same sad eyes, “I see you.”

He sighed into your touch, it was a soft and innocent gesture he was not used to. He chuckled softly, and gently placed his hands over yours, keeping them there. He didn’t want to lose the touch, “I know you do, and that’s exactly why I'm afraid.”

You couldn’t help but imagine - how different our lives could have been for the last 6 years, if he would have just introduced himself to me. Explained why he looked so pained when I was with my family. “My parents would have welcomed you as their own” you explained your thoughts to him. “I could have protected you. You could have visited me during the holiday breaks. I know saying it will not change the past and what has happened to you. But I see you Matty.”

“yeah..it’s too late to change the past, I should’ve but I didn’t think you’d understand. It doesn’t excuse the way I treated you all these years, Y/N.” His voice got shaky, his eyes starting to water. He was a mess.

“No, don't you start Mattheo please, baby.” You brought him into a hug, again ignoring your throbbing wrist. “Easy now.” you soothed the curls that were behind his neck. They felt so soft.

Mattheo rested his head on your shoulder and held you tightly, softly crying into you. He wrapped his arms around you and held onto your shirt like he was afraid to let go. He couldn’t remember the last time someone treated him like this, it felt so new and overwhelming.

You kissed the top of his head, inhaling - cigarettes. You hated that he smoked but at this moment the smalle was comforting. He let out a deep sigh. You broke the hug only because you scooted over on the bed, and tugged him to lay beside you. We watched you, he looked so tired. He nodded in agreement with a small smile, he carefully laid beside you, making sure to be careful of your condition.

You gave him a reassuring look that wasn’t hurting you. I’m okay. You looked at your arms touching side by side, still connected by the tubing. You couldn't help but laugh, “Matty isn’t it ironic? All this pure-blood and mudblood talk and look” you carefully lifted the tube, “we’re still one and the same foundation.” You smiled at him, helping wipe his tear stained cheeks now. “Thanks for your donation to me.”

He too couldn't help but grin back at you. He couldn’t believe you weren’t pushing him away for how he treated you, or for how vulnerable he was at the moment, “any time, but please actually don’t do that ever again. You made me worried to death..”

“No I won’t. Pinky promise.” You held out your pinky for him to take. 

He took it in his own nodding, “good, you’re stuck with me now.”

With our pinkies still woven, you  looked at the size difference. You turned toward his Bambi like eyes, “let's start this over on the right foot. Better late than never? Hi i’m Y/N, [insert some fun facts about yourself].”

Mattheo smiled more widely, blushing his pinky did make yours look kiddish. It was adorable. He gave you a playful look, smirking at you like he usually would, “Nice to meet you there, Y/N. I’m Mattheo, the sexiest guy you’ll meet in Hogwarts.”

There’s my Mattheo. “And you promise to…?” you coaxed him.

He gave your pinky another squeeze, “to try to be nice and kind to you, and avoid bullying you….as well as to not smoke in your presence…you happy?”

You kind of nodded, holding in your laugh, “aaaand…?”

He looked at you, trying to read what you wanted him to say. He gave your pinky another, slightly rougher, squeeze. “And I promise not to throw a wad of gum into your beautiful hair?”

“Bingo. Mr. Riddle, that’s what I was ultimately looking for.” You let go of his pinky, “but it is nice to know the other stuff too.” you waved your hand like it was nothing, but it was my everything. He gave you a sarcastic scoff, he liked that you were still acting like your old self too. 

You kissed his cheek and his face went redder than a cherry, you acted shocked “woah did I just make Mattheo, the sexiest guy in Hogwarts BLUSH?!” You slapped your hands against your cheeks in play disbelief, slightly regretting the pain it brought to your arms. He quickly shook his head and blushed even more than originally thought possible, he tried to hide his face away from you, “S-shut up! That’s a lie! I was not blushing, it’s just your imagination.”

You laughed at his reaction, taking his hand in mine once more comparing the hand sizes. You put my head against his shoulder, before dropping your jester attitude. Making him form another pinky promise with you. “Mattheo, I promise to be there for you. I want to protect you. You shouldn’t live in the shadow of your home life, especially not alone. Just as much as I’m stuck with you. You’re stuck with me. That’s my promise to you.”

His heart beat fast, it nearly melted his heart to hear your promise. He let out a deep, shaky breath. He couldn't stop the small tear that rolled down his cheek, he didn’t bother wiping it. He just leaned his head down to rest on your own, “deal…”

There was a pause, before you spoke up again.“I know we just started the year but please, come back home with me this Christmas holiday when it rolls around.” You blinked up at him. You started to feel really sleepy, that was to be your last request and plea for the moment, “I’ll show you how muggles get down to holiday business.”

Mattheo looked down at you and smiled softly, as your eyes were struggling to stay open, “yea sure, i’ll spend the holidays with you” he wasn’t sure how he would, but he would worry about that later.

Many promises were made this day, and you intended to keep each and every single one of them. In many ways, you knew this would still be the same Mattheo you had always known, but it would all be so different now. You managed to break through his extremely guarded shell, the hardest way possible. But it needed to desperately be broken.

You turned Mattheo’s head to look at you, he met your gaze. The corner of his lip curled up as he knew what you were about to do. He let you take the lead, closing his eyes. You kissed his lips slowly, cherishing how it felt. You wanted more of him, but your body was pleading for rest. You hugged his arm and surrendered.

He couldn’t help but touch his lips afterwards with his fingertips. He watched as you gave in to exhaustion, he followed your lead and let out a deep sigh before closing his eyes, “Goodnight princess.” Mattheo fell asleep to the sounds of you breathing and the sound of your heartbeat, they would surely become one of the most blissful lullabies to be heard by him. He intertwined his fingers with yours, he wouldn’t ever let go.

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can I get some movie Sonic x reader relationship head canons? being the main character I barley see any fics of him :( 💞

sonic x gn!reader || relationship head canons .ᐟ.𖥔 ݁˖

ᝰ.ᐟ warnings: none! sfw <3

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— crush stage ;

this boy is NOT non chalant. he couldn’t try even if his was life was at stake. whenever you’re around, even if you were simply standing there minding your business, he would just stare, absolutely dumbfounded. fondling with his fingers, he would think of anything to say in order to talk to you. later on that day, he would begin to stress if he bothered you, which just ends up him in him invading again as a means to apologize.

he still wants to be subtle in ways, which to him means to gift you random little things. on multiple occasions in one day, where you were visiting the wachowskis home, sonic would zip to you, holding some little trinket with a warm smile on his face. they were always things like your favourite animal as a keychain, sparkly rocks, colourful hair accessories… just random things. of course, you would never turn them down, taking them with a huge smile and putting them to use immediately. sonic would feel so proud of himself, where you would catch him giggling to himself in his room later on.

his confession was messy & sweet, and it took place plainly in the backyard of his home while you two laid under the stars. he just rambled like time was endless, spilling out how he thought of you and how these feelings were so new to him that he didn’t know what to do. his voice was shaky as he tried to look at you — but you made him so nervous that he mostly stared at the sky. when you reciprocated unexpectedly, he had to confirm with you multiple times that you were serious. he hesitantly moved his hand over to brush his pinky against yours, and you two laid there in comfortable silence for awhile.

— little things ;

shaky voice when he speaks to you — nervous boy <3

talks to longclaw through the stars at night and asks if she thinks that you feel the same

assumed his feelings were a yearning for a new teammate rather than romance, but he quickly realized the latter when tom had to break it to him.

catches himself staring a lot. kind of like a baby staring mindlessly at a stranger. when you catch him, he tries to play it off cool. it’s not cool.

— relationship ;

now that you two are official, he will brag about it or bring it up anyway he can, especially with knuckles and tails. they could be talking about a whole different subject, and he would find a reason to bring your name up whenever he can. additionally, tom has to hear his rambles 24/7. he will just go on and on how you make him feel, how he can’t even explain it, but continues to explain every time. sonic will talk his ear off until tom has to politely tell him he’s getting a headache 😭. but, ultimately, tom is extremely proud that sonic found someone who understands him. as a plus, you’re always invited over since he knows how much you guys enjoy the others company.

very very very affectionate, especially physically. he cannot go one day without cuddling you at one point or simply just laying with one another. he adores snuggling up on you, his head laying on your chest with his arms wrapped around you and one leg draped over yours. he falls asleep constantly like this, snoring loudly and definitely pooling drool onto your shirt. it’s hard to be annoyed, though — considering these are rare times for him to be so peacefully relaxed. also, he’s very similar to a cat. one slight shift of your leg or arm will jolt him awake, his ears folding down in annoyance and readjusting for another 3 minutes. besides sappy cuddling, physical affection to him are the simple actions like holding his hand while doing something independent, him laying his head in your lap, or nudging you with his elbow when teasing you. effortless, yet it completely consumes him.

he is biiiiiig on acts of service, he just wants to do everything for you all the time. need to pick up something from the store? he’s got it. need to drop something off to someone across the city? done. just need a glass of water from the kitchen downstairs? stay put, he’ll take two seconds. sometimes it isn’t his greatest attribute — considering you would like to do things for yourself once in awhile. when you bring it up to him, he explains how he just wants you stress-free; it makes him relaxed when you’re relaxed. again, it’s hard for you to hold it against him, since all that boy has in his heart is love. if you were to be stressed out due to school/work/etc, he would do anything he can to make things easier for you, whether it be taking care of your meals, doing laundry for you, maintaining a clean room… he would do anything and everything to keep you at peace.

— litttle things ;

he loves cheek kisses. randomly sneak one as you walk by and he’ll freeze up and giggle to himself.

takes you to silly little cafes, specifically cat cafes. you can’t tell if it’s because he thinks you love cats or because he loves cats.

gets a teensy bit jealous when you talk to knuckles, simply because he’s convinced knuckles is “manlier” than him.

whenever he’s angry he will distance himself from you to avoid snapping or giving you attitude. locking himself in his room or dashing somewhere unknown are his go-to’s.

“can we go on a walk?” “y/n, i really want a pet.” “your hair is so nice. do you know that?” “ *random facts* “ — things you hear daily from him.

[justmeinadaze]

I have searched so much but can't find a single fic with Kurt Kunkle and a Plus size reader

Would you please write something about this???

Yes I can :)

Always sorry it takes me so long with requests but I do get to them! Enjoy <3 I did. ;P

Beautiful (Kurt Knuckle X Plus Size Y/N)

Warnings: Kurt & Plus Size Fem Y/N, filming and photos (in the privacy of the bedroom), LOTS of dirty talk, light spanking, small allusions to the dark side of Kurt Knuckle mentioned

Mostly this is about him breaking down why he finds her big beautiful body...well....beautiful <3.

Word Count: 1814

“You really are beautiful.”, Kurt grins as his fingers caress your cheek. 

You giggled as your nails gently ran down his long back and you tenderly kissed his bare chest.

“I think that’s the orgasm.”, you teased, your heavy-lidded eyes taking in everything that was your boyfriend and the man you loved. 

“No, sweetie, I’m serious. Your eyes, your hair, your nose, your smile…” As he names off parts of your body, he places a kiss on each one making you laugh harder as he continues. “Your cute chubby cheeks and your body, baby, goddamn is your body beautiful.”

“You’re only saying that because you love me.”

“I’m not. Fuck, honey.” 

His last sentence came out a bit forceful and you weren’t sure if he meant it to or not. Occasionally, Kurt could be overly passionate about an idea as soon as it entered his head. His channel seemed to be a good outlet for that. With every idea, he started a “series” and ran with it.

When it came to you, he would have ideas that got him excited. When it came to dates and sexual experiences, he showed you so many different things and you loved every minute of it. 

You loved him.

“I wish you had more self-confidence sometimes.”

“Kurt…”, you tried to sooth but when your fingers went to move his hair away from his eyes, he abruptly rose to his feet, grabbing his phone and sitting back down on his knees beside you on the mattress. 

“Look at you.”, he commands as he shows you a photo of you mid laugh while playing his grandfather’s pitbulls who were licking your face. “Look how fucking gorgeous your smile is. Or this one here.” His finger slides to the next photo of you in a dress sitting on the trunk of his car with arms open wide towards the sky. “Look how pretty you are, baby, rocking that white dress.”

“Kurt, I really appreciate all this but I was just playing with you—”

“NO! You weren’t.” You blink as he shouts in frustration and his eyes glow with anger before something suddenly flashes through them. “Lay down.”

“Baby…”

“Lay down.”, he orders a bit more firmly as his palm pushes you back. 

Doing what he says, you get comfortable on your side, bending your arm to the side of your head to use as an added pillow as you watch him carefully. 

“Yeah, just like that. Let me…” He reaches over and moves some loose strands of your hair to the side before holding up his phone and snaping a photo. “Perfect.”, he smirks as he flashes it to you. 

Climbing on to the mattress, you can’t help but giggle as he places his feet on either side of your frame as you roll on to your back and smile up at him as he takes another. 

“Ok, now…” Bending down, he makes your hair flow out towards your side and lifts your arms a bit above your head. “Atta girl. Love those sexy arms around me when you hug me or when I’m fucking you.”

You’re taken a back a bit by his comment. 

Kurt could talk dirty but it always sounded slightly awkward (which you never conveyed, not wanting to hurt him). Just now though…there was a confidence behind it that had your breath stuttering as he smiled down at you. 

After taking a few more photos, he leans down and starts to tug the blanket around you down more but on impulse you reach out to keep it in place. 

His eyes darken in a way you had never seen as he narrows them in warning your way. 

“Let me see your body, baby.”

Your fingers tighten around the fabric. 

“O-Only you?”

“Only me, Y/N. This part of your body is only for me…your perfect tits and tight little pussy are all mine.”

“Kurt.” 

He smirked again as you lightly moaned his name even as your face turned a bright crimson at his words. With your eyes locked on his, you slowly released the blanket from your hold as he gradually pulled it below your large breasts and towered over you again. 

Licking his lips, he snapped another photo and wanting to please him, you reached down with one of your palms and cupped your boob while biting your own bottom lip. 

“Goddamn, honey. You see what I mean? You have no reason to believe you’re not a fucking goddess.” 

As he praises you, with his free hand you watch as he runs his thumb along his slit, hissing a bit as he collects some of the precum oozing from his cock and absently strokes himself. 

“Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off at the thought of coming on these tits with you looking up at me like you are now? Fuck, baby. Have you tongue sticking out as my cum drips along your chest.”

“K-Kurt.”

“Open your mouth wide for me, Y/N, and stick your tongue out.”

You do as he says as he snaps a picture and flicks his wrist, pumping himself lazily as he groans. 

After stepping off his bed, he tugs his blanket and tosses it against the wall to the side, leaving you no cover as you fully sit up and lean your back against his pillows.

“Come here, sweetheart.”, he beckons with his finger. When you don’t move, Kurt growls, swiftly leaning over to grab your ankle and slide you down his mattress till the tip of your nose was touching his. “We’re getting to my favorite part.”, he murmurs, smiling as he tilts to lightly kiss your lips. 

“The parts of you I know you’re most self-conscious about… Your tummy, your ass, and your thighs. I love kissing your stomach because you giggle like a little girl.” As if to demonstrate, he shoves his head into your belly and places a few pecks along your skin making you laugh.  “I always think about when you wore that corset for your Halloween costume and the way it accentuated your hips and tummy. Mmph.”

Your fingers tenderly pet his head as your legs try to close around him but his large hands take hold of your knees and open them wide before he leans back to marvel at you. 

“Don’t move, honey.”, he dictates, taking hold of his phone beside him and taking another photo. “These sexy fucking thighs when they wrap around me while my cock is deep inside you. Or when you try to close them around my head while I’m eating your pretty pussy because you can’t take it.”, Kurt chuckles. “God, baby, I wish you could see your arousal and the way it’s sticking to your inner thighs. Am I turning you on?”

“Y-Yes…”

His phone camera clicks as he takes a picture and he comes back to your side showing you his image. Your shy demeanor has you wanting to look away but his fingers firmly gripping your jaw force you to remain still. 

“That’s beautiful, Y/N. You are beautiful. Say it.”

“I’m beautiful.”, you whisper.

Abruptly manhandling you on to your hands and knees, Kurt spanks your behind and you squeak at the feeling. 

“Fuck, baby, your ass. I could watch you walk all day with the way it moves. My absolute favorite thing though…” The man pauses as he folds his body on top of yours, grinding his hips against you as his arm extends out to snap another picture before you watch his thumb select the recording option. “…is when your ass bounces back against me after I slide my cock into your cunt.”

He smiled wide when your mouth fell open as he guided himself into your entrance, his eyes never leaving your face displayed in his camera. 

“K-Kurt…fuck…”

His lips trailed along your shoulder as he roughly rolled his waist, slowly slamming the tip of his length deep inside you. You whined when you felt him reach over you to place his phone against the wall, pushing his cock further into you at an angle you had never experienced before. 

“Oh my…Goooood.”

Laying you flat against his mattress, his lanky, broad frame practically swallowed you as he braced his palms on either side of you and began thrusting into you at a steady pace. 

“So fucking beautiful.”, he murmurs as he pants in your ear. “…and all mine. S-say it, baby.”

“All…yours…”

One of his hands snakes around your throat, lift your head and bending it slightly towards him. 

“All of it.”

“I’m so…so fucking beautiful and…yours Kurt.”

The sound of skin hitting skin echoes through his bedroom and your eyes fleet to the camera in front of you. Your face was bright red and beginning to sweat while your hair was now tangled every which way. The contrast of his large palm around your throat had you clenching tighter around him as he grunted at the feeling. 

Right now, in this moment, you felt like a powerful, beautiful woman. 

“I’m beautiful.” Kurt’s head shot up at the change in your tone as his pace quickened. “I’m beautiful a-and I’m fucking yours, baby. M-Make me cum Kurt, please.”

“A-Anything for you.”, he whispered. 

You grinned as your fingers intertwined with his beside you and as the coil snapped, you moaned his name repeatedly while your body trembled beneath him. While you were still twitching with pleasure, he suddenly pulled out groaning loudly as he pumped his cock and you felt his release hit your back. 

While you two were still catching your breathes, he lazily reached over you to grab his phone and stop the recording before reaching for a tissue to clean with. As he fell limply beside you, you curled up into his side and he immediately lifted his arm to wrap around you. 

With your eyes closed, you felt him lift his other limb, giggling when you heard the sound of the camera click on his phone. 

“Don’t you have enough now?”

“Yeah but I think this one proves my point.”

When your eyes open, your met with an image of you with a peaceful look on your face with your cheek on his chest, his fingers brushing your hair, and a soft smile on his lips as he looks down at you with nothing but love. 

“You’re beautiful inside and out, honey. I’m glad your mine.”

After leaning up to kiss him, you watch as he fiddles with his phone settings before placing the picture he just took as his wallpaper. 

“What are you going to do with the other photos and that video?”

“I’m going to put them in my private folder and whip them out again whenever you need reminding. Of course we can always make new content if you want.”, he teases as he raises his eyebrows in jest and you both laugh. 

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Other Kurt story here

[hollaforlyla]

If your doing request I was wondering if you could do one for Sonic Prime but more specifically Dread? Like near the end of the last season where he actually gets a redemption ark. And reader being someone who's been there for him since near the beginning when he was kinda/was an asshole and then to the party pirate he became and who's fallen for him but Dread was to blind to it or refused to see it. When he realizes they are about to get seriously get hurt during the final fight he saves them. Realizing that he loves them and with out thinking he pulls them into a deep kiss. Telling them he was an idiot for not realizing it sooner and that he'd make up for it when he can. And that they were 'his beauty' that he was searching for and that he'd never let them go now.

If you can't or don't want to I understand 😋👍

"HIS TRUE TREASURE" ── prime!dread x reader

no warnings with this one ; reader can be gn or female!! thx for the request, enjoy<3

The battle raged on around them, the echoes of clashing steel and energy blasts filling the air. The fate of the Shatterverse teetered on the edge, and at the heart of it stood Dread—once a ruthless pirate, now a man seeking redemption. But in that moment, as he slashed through the chaos, his crimson gaze wasn’t on the battle. It was on you.

You had been there from the beginning, back when he was nothing more than a scoundrel driven by greed and conquest. Through it all, you had stayed—defying his temper, calling out his arrogance, standing beside him even when he barely deserved it. And now, you were in danger.

A sharp cry tore from your lips as an enemy’s blade came too close. You barely had time to react before a blur of red and gold crashed into you, knocking you out of harm’s way. The world spun as you hit the ground, Dread’s weight pressing against you, his arms caging you protectively. His breath was heavy, ragged, his grip tightening like he feared you’d vanish into thin air.

“ Are you daft?! ” he growled, his voice rough, panicked. “ Why would ye throw yourself into the fray like that?! ”

You gasped, trying to gather yourself, but the intensity in his gaze held you captive. This wasn’t the usual playful smirk or the prideful boast of a pirate captain—this was raw, unfiltered emotion. Fear. Desperation.

“ You could’ve died, ” he muttered, his forehead pressing against yours. “ And I—I can’t— ”

And then it happened. Without another word, without a second thought, his lips crashed onto yours.

The battle blurred away, drowned by the fire burning between you both. It was desperate, searing, like he was making up for every moment he had been too blind to see what had always been in front of him. You melted into it, into him, feeling his grip on you tighten, as if he would never let go.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes were ablaze with something new—something deeper than longing, stronger than any treasure he had ever sought.

“ I was a fool, ” he confessed, his voice trembling, forehead still resting against yours. “ Ye stood by me, through all my blunders, all my mistakes. And I— ” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “ I was too much of a blasted idiot to see what was right in front o’ me. ”

Your breath hitched, heart pounding. “ Dread— ”

His hand cupped your face, calloused but warm. “ No more runnin’, no more blind greed. I’ve found the only treasure I’ll ever need. ” His lips brushed yours again, softer this time. “ Ye. Ye are my beauty, the one thing I never knew I was searchin’ for. ” His grip on you was fierce, unwavering. “ And now that I’ve found ye, I’ll never let ye go. ”

The moment shattered as another explosion rocked the battlefield, but this time, neither of you hesitated. Dread pulled you to your feet, his smirk returning, but this time, it held something different—purpose, love, devotion.

“ Let’s end this, ” he declared, gripping your hand. “ Together. ”

And with that, you charged forward, side by side, ready to fight for the future—together.

[penvisions]

the melting point {{masterlist}}

Fandom: Triple Frontier 

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Baker! Reader (ex EMT! Reader)

Summary: Running from the past to a new city gave you the perfect opportunity to open your own bakery. You're a regular at Brass Knuckles, and the owner is the right type of friendly you need in your life. Along with him, comes his group of friends, one Frankie Morales. You develop a crush on him nearly instantly. Can you manage to get your head above water long enough to tell him he's the most gorgeous man you've ever met?

Word Count: 82k - complete

Warnings: hurt and comfort, light angst, mild violence, one (1) instance of stalking, talk of past gun violence, ptsd, reader has trauma similar to the triple frontier guys, reader is described as having tattoos for plot points, reader is handicapped (expanded on in later chapters), reader has mobility issues, adult content, smut, p in v smut, oral (m and f receiving), the whole gang is here, plus oc inserts 

*these are just general warnings, each chapter has a detailed list for specific content

A/N: this is a self indulgent fic in which my dream of opening a bakery comes true, and hey, if a man built like a wall and had curls for days became a regular, that would be okay too c;

chapter one || chapter two || chapter three || chapter four || chapter five || chapter six

chapter seven || chapter eight || chapter nine || chapter ten

chapter eleven || chapter twelve || chapter thirteen || chapter fourteen 

chapter fifteen || chapter sixteen || chapter seventeen || chapter eighteen

chapter nineteen || chapter twenty

[shiny-kaibernyte]

May I request something from Sonic Fandom? I would love to see romantic hcs for Surge the Tenrec and Kitsunami the Fennec.

I will absolutely do this for you! I actually had to refresh my Sonic knowledge for this request. I have discovered my new found love for the Imposter syndrome mini series thanks to you so, hopefully it is up to your standards, feel free to throw a Robotnik roast at me if it's not.

Warnings: Spoilers for the Imposter Syndrome Sonic Mini Series

Surge has major trust issues. I'm just gonna put that out there right away. Ever since what happened with Doctor Starline, the battle against Doctor Robotnik’s minions and then her defeat against Sonic. Trust is almost a foreign word to her. Only Kit holds any form of trust in her books but even then. The line is as thin as paper. 

This is definitely a difficult road to cross in the beginning of a relationship with her, friendly and romantic. Surge will question every choice, every thought, every look. Nothing will go unnoticed by her. However, she is open to talking, something she does a lot. She trusts someone more if they let her get everything out of her system. Rant, yell, scream, throw things. Granted she will not do those things to you. Slowly her walls will come down and when they do. She is the best person/animal-hybrid/creature eh you get the point.

She is not a touchy person. PDA is almost Alien outside of privacy. This is however a one-sided coin. She will not touch you outside of a private space. No engaging on her end. If you initiated it however, Surge will respond in kind as she does value your happiness, so touch her whenever you need to. Hand holding, hug, arm in arm. Go for it, just don’t expect her to do it first.

Private however? Total 180, her confidence and attitude completely changes and she just becomes putty in your hands. You are her home, her comfort, her life. To Surge this is the one time in her life she can be at peace. Just the two of you together, watching a movie, talking about goals, her hatred for the blue hedgehog, everything and anything. Laying in each others arms is one of her favourite past times, often with a movie on in the background. Surge is partial to marvel.

Thor is her favourite. It's definitely not the Lightning thing (it's the lightning thing)

Surge can cook surprisingly well, granted she’s banned from using the stove after she blew it up last time. The eggs and her had a… disagreement.

She is an overly cocky person. When it comes to ego, she puts Sonic to shame. More often than not, her ego has resulted in a fight or two, almost all of them were started by her. Whether she was the one to finish them is still on the table. This has caused a couple arguments between the two of you, but her temper will not remain for long. Give her an hour or so to calm down. Surge might be hot headed and ego driven, but she will listen to you. She always listens to you.

Although her hatred for Sonic runs deep, she has no ill will towards his friends. In fact she and Knuckles get along quite well, the pair have spared together on multiple occasions. Something you are often invited to watch. Tails is a different story. Surge does not trust him after his fight with Kit, after all Kit is the closest thing she has to a friend minus you. So if you happen to get along with the twin tailed fox, don’t expect her to join your activities.

Surge will never say the words “I’m sorry” to you. It is not because she believes she does no wrong, it is more of a personal thing, believing the words to be a waste of time. Actions speak louder than words in her mind. So she will often use her actions to apologise if she ever upset you or went too far during an argument. Gifts, food, service, whatever will make you forgive her.

That being said, her love language is Acts of service and quality time. More specifically guard dog kind of service. She is your sword and shield as you are her life line. Without you Surge views herself as nothing. Unable to remember anything from before Doctor Starline's hypnosis and only ever knowing hatred. With you, she views herself as everything. 

Whilst she views Actions more highly than words, Surge talks, and she talks a lot. If she gets riled up, good reason or bad, prepare for a monologue. It's honestly adorable when she starts talking about a passion of hers.

Hand talker. She emotes with her hands. She has zapped you a few times before, never hurtful more a static shock, like when you touch a cat and you get that tiny zap. 

One time, Surge took you out in a thunderstorm as an experiment. She wanted to know what would happen if she tried to zap lightning. Let's just say Kit now has a permanent photo to use on the birthday card every year.

Surge will defend you every and any chance she gets. Like I said, guard dog. Someone tries to hurt you, they're on the ground. Insult you, oh look is that Surge’s fist? Unwanted comments or touches, you get a personal lightning show!

She has a sweet tooth and I mean a sweet tooth. Donuts are her weakness, especially those dark chocolate ring donuts with the little white sprinkles. Give her a box of those and her life is yours. Kit also has a box on standby which he named “the just incase box” 

Can be over protective, and very jealous. Not the, you can’t see any of your friends type of jealous. More the, I don't trust them. Are you sure about them kind of jealous. Her scepticism is to everyone, not just your friends or family so she will often step in front of you during conversations with strangers. She will move out the way if you ask her to, but the stare off between her and whoever you are talking to could go down in history with how intense it would feel.

As for her protective nature, she would be ready to take a bullet for you. Often putting your safety first and never even questioning her own. The amount of times she has jumped head first into an army of Robotnik’s drones is uncountable. Always make sure to carry a first aid kit on you when out on missions with her. Or five.

Little bonus thought. Surge has a collection of batteries. What are they from? Why does she have them? You will never know. You did walk in on her trying to eat a battery once so theory build away on that one.

Kit is the total opposite of Surge when it comes to trust, in you at least. He has put his life in your hands and trusts you full heartedly with it. Others however he's on Surge’s level of distrust. Using caution and smarts instead of actions and fists.

Thanks to his side of the hypnosis, his loyalty to Surge transferred onto you after she left him on the battlefield. His loyalty to you is unmatched, he will follow you to the depth of hell and back if that's what you asked of him. In short, your wish is my command kind of fox.

He adores holding your hand, walking, sitting, standing you name it his hand is intertwined with yours.

You make him feel safe, so he often lets his guard down with you, his ears perking up whenever you talk to him, sometimes you swear you can see his tail wagging. And he isn’t even a dog.

If Surge is a Yapper, he is the listener and he will remember everything you’ve ever said to him. Photographic memory level. Listening to you is one of his favourite parts of the day. Please ramble to him, you will make his day.

He is an introvert through and through, after what happened to him, going outside isn’t exactly something he looks forward to, he is much more fond of spending time inside or working on his garden. Thanks to his water manipulation, he made himself a little garden to occupy himself. Kit lets you name all the plants he gets.

Doing domestic tasks with you is something he really enjoys, doesn’t matter what they are, he is just happy to be doing something with you and feeling important.

Kit is naturally a very quiet and reserved person, using brains over brawn. But don’t get me wrong ,if you are in danger, he will go above and beyond to protect you, often out doing Surge in aggression when he's angry. An extreme rarity he despises showing to you. 

That being said, arguments are few and far between for the two of you. He can’t get mad at you and he will berate himself if he ever raises his voice at you for any reason. The communication between you both is enviable, as you are both able to talk through any situation.

He apologies first and instantly. No questions asked even if he’s right. Kit will apologise for being right.

Dude is a walking dictionary, Kit knows the meaning of almost every word off the top of his head, he can even tell you different meanings to the same word, asking him to do maths would make your head spin with how fast he would complete any equation. 

That being said, he cannot spell, he can write, and write well. Kit has a fantasy story he started writing to occupy his mind after Starline, however his spelling is horrific, either he will ask you to proof read it if you are a good speller or will have his phone next to him with a spell checker ready.

He loves fantasy films, The lord of the rings is on repeat a lot in this household. Never watch horror with him however, he may actually cry. Surge once showed him John Carpenter's The Thing, he got so scared that he doused the TV in water by accident. He wasn’t even wearing his equipment! Gave Surge quite the shock.

Speaking of Surge, he does not trust her around you. After everything that happened, her leaving him, them reuniting, her enraged feelings towards Sonic. Kit is extremely cautious of her but he does want her around. Just like Surge, she's his only friend next to you and his hypnosis still lingers in the back of his mind.

He holds no ill will to Sonic, as Kit could see the reason behind the events leading to their downfall. Knuckles he never met, though he knows of the Echidna. Tails and Kit get along surprisingly well all things considered. For a while they did a Mechanism Monday where they would both hold a competition to see who could complete a mechanical task first. You would always Ref these competitions.

They stopped the race part after they set Surges tail on fire, granted she shouldn’t have stood so close to a burner. Not the fox’s fault.

Little bonus thought, Kit collects rocks. And no i don't mean crystals. I mean rock rocks. You have seen him on his hands and knees sifting through rocks to find the perfect one for his collection.

[brainrotsimpblogging]

I think knuckles would wash ur hair if you were depressed and not taking care of yourself

[mindless-existence1]

Sonic Universe Masterlist

☆My Main Masterlist☆

Fluff: ♡

Smut: ☆

Suggestive: ◇

~I don't write angst (usually)~

Shadow x Reader- Head Pets♡

Shadow x Reader- Purring ♡

Shadow x Readr- Well Groomed♡

Shadow x reader- being grounded ♡

Shadow x reader- motorcycle training ♡

Shadow x reader- Nose kisses ♡

Shadow x reader- comforting presence ♡

Shadow x reader- Jealousy ♡

Shadow x reader- Spider rescue♡

Shadow x Reader- Space loving reader ♡

Shadow x reader- Cuddling ♡

Shadow Circling reader ♡

Shadow x reader- First kiss/kinda confession ♡

Shadow x reader- Shadow finding out sonics your brother and sonic finding out you're dating Shadow ♡

Shadow x reader- Ice skating date ♡

Shadow x Reader- First Snow and Hot Coco ♡

Shadow x reader- Snuggle sesh ♡

Shadow x reader- Meeting mini Shadow Chao ♡

Insecure reader ♡

Headcannons about how he'd treat reader during the tunnel scene ♡

Sonadow- Pretty boy ♡

Knuckles x reader- Cuddling ♡

MULTI

Shadow, Sliver, and Sonic under a mistletoe ♡

Shadow, Silver, Sonic, and Knuckles valentiens day♡

Shadow, Silver, and Sonic x hedgehog reader preeing their quills ♡

[for-your-comfort]

Hi! I hope you're still taking requests, but can I request a Knuckle Bine x hunter!Reader fic?

Reader is also one of Morel's apprentices and she participates in the fight against the Chimera Ants at the palace. But she's also secretly in love with Knuckle (he's oblivious) and she decides to confess to him in the spur of the moment mid palace infiltration. They just have this little "we might be dead by tomorrow so fuck this" moment, and confess to eachother and kiss desperately before getting back to fighting the Royal Guards. I live for life or death romantic situations and angsty/fluffy moments 😭

I love your writing so I hope I'm not bothering you! Kisses :)

Now or Never

Knuckle x Reader

a/n: i’m sorry this isn’t really what you asked for, i changed it a little to adapt to my current knowledge of HXH since i don’t want to do the chimera ant arc any injustice by putting an unfitting scene in.

summary: you’ve been sent on a dangerous quest with Knuckle and Shoot, and find yourself doubting whether you will even make it out alive. what better moment to confess your feelings?

warnings: injuries + blood loss (no graphic descriptions), bit of angst (but also comfort)

word count: 1603

A moment you feel most vulnerable in… Like your entire world is crashing down, and you’re so helpless, because there is absolutely nothing you can do.

What do you do at this moment? When you’re aware of how fast your thoughts are racing, as if competing with your pounding heartbeat in your ears. And yet still none of those thoughts are helpful, they’re nothing but mere, fleeting ideas passing through. Nothing you need, nothing to save you, nor the person next to you.

Your hiding spot is behind a few boxes, and so far they’ve been a good place to not be found. You listen carefully for anything suspicious, yet all you can hear is your own heartbeat, the irregular breaths of your friend, and the shuffling steps that must belong to the beast. You’re lucky to have limited it’s hearing and smelling senses during the earlier fight, or else you would surely already have been found. And given the circumstances, there’s no guarantee you’d make it.

You put a hand on the ground to steady yourself, and wince in pain when your palm touches the dirty ground. There’s a cut across your hand, that you hadn’t noticed up until now. You will have to clean the wound later and make sure it isn’t infected, if you make it out of this situation alive, that is.

“What is it?”

A hushed voice, barely even a whisper, is heard from beside you. You clutch your hand into a fist as your eyes meet Knuckle’s and guilt washes over you. Isn’t it so selfish to think of your own injury, when the person you cherish most is in much worse shape?

Your eyes linger on Knuckle’s once-white jacket that is all soaked up with blood, and just imagining where it’s coming from makes you tear up once again. He must be in so much pain.

Yet, nobody could have predicted this. Not Morel, when he sent Shoot, Knuckle and you out on a casual bounty hunt for a monster that has turned out to be a bite much bigger than the three of you can chew.

Not Shoot, who had agreed to it without a second thought after seeing the nods of Knuckle and you, who is now nowhere to be seen, ever since you lost sight of him somewhen during the fight before.

And certainly not Knuckle, who has overexerted himself, and gotten this beat up. His usual so energetic self is now slumped against a wooden box, sitting on the floor to your left. The sight breaks your heart over and over again.

“Hm?”

He asks again, and you can tell he’s getting weaker. How much blood has he lost? How much more can he hold on?

You can no longer hold back the tears now silently trickling down your cheeks. You can’t even remember the last time you felt like this, so at the mercy of fate’s cruelty as you couldn’t do anything but sit and wait for the inevitable end, since the two of you can’t possibly hide forever.

You get lost in the features of Knuckle, the deep lines on his face and his furrowed eyebrows. His usually so bold mouth, with lips that have their corners turned downwards now.

His big hands have always seemed so strong and secure, and even at this moment you long for nothing more than to feel them around you, and wake up to find all of this to be just a horrible nightmare. But his hands are tightly clutching the side of his stomach, and you know he’s trying to stop, or at least slow, the bleeding.

A tiny part of you hopes Shoot escaped and is seeking help in the nearest city, however you know very well that it’s hard to access, and even at your usual pace, at least an hour away. By now, that hope for help has pretty much died out.

You make another feeble attempt to use your nen ability, but the presence of the beast is still blocking it out.

You tightly clutch one hand within the other and press your eyes shut, before you feel a rough hand gently wipe your tears.

“Why are you crying?”

You shake your head as you look at Knuckle, and even more tears pour down your face and cheeks, some getting caught in Knuckle's calloused fingers, others spilling down to your clenched hands. But you will not speak. You will buy Knuckle, and yourself, as much time as possible. You will not make one single sound, that could betray your location to the beast. At least, that’s your plan.

As if having read your thoughts, Knuckle goes silent for a moment. He musters you with that look again, that one he gives you whenever you do something he disapproves of, or doesn’t understand.

“Once all this is over and we’re back home tomorrow, I’ll make Shoot and you those dumplings again. I know you mock and criticise my cooking, but it will be the best dumplings of your life-“

You interrupt him with a push against his arm, and he lets it drop to the ground with no resistance. He expected this.

“How can you say that!?” You hiss at him, “Don’t you understand? We might be dead by tomorrow!”

The salty tears rush down your cheeks even quicker as you angrily glare at Knuckle, still trying your hardest to be as quiet as possible.

A soft sigh escapes Knuckle as he reaches an arm out towards you, and gently pulls you into his mostly uninjured side. You simply let it happen, and close your eyes upon impact with his shoulder as you carefully snake an arm around his waist, the other wrapping around his other shoulder.

You can hear him taking a breath to say something, but nothing more than a quiet sob rips through the silence. You instantly pull away to look at him, your eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“You don’t deserve this. Any of this. I failed you.”

His voice is so quiet.

You shake your head and hug him tightly once again, this time with his face buried in your shoulder. You gently brush through his hair with your fingers to soothe him, as you lean in to whisper in his ear.

“You could never fail me. You did all you could, we both did. Then this is just how it has to happen.”

He lets out another sob as he clings onto you, his tears slowly soaking through your shirt.

You hold him tightly, silently crying into his hair. This is honestly the last moment you’d expect to be in when you would get to hold him like this for the first time, but given the circumstances, now there might not be any other moment for this in the future…

“I have feelings for you,” you start, “I have had them for a while now. I guess this might be the last time I get to tell you.”

At once, his eyes are on you, wide and startled, but not in a negative way. You’re happy to see some of his usual energy to be back, even if only for the moment, and that twinkle in his eyes you love so dearly has returned.

You can’t help but reach out to brush your hand through his hair again, your fingers tangling in his curls and getting stuck in the pompadour. Instantly, it seems like Knuckle is melting at your touch like soft butter in the sun. A warm feeling spreads inside your chest at this reaction, as if you swallowed the sun yourself.

“I had no idea… Why didn’t you say anything sooner? No, wait- aaaaaah! I should have said something!”

You cover his mouth with your hand, looking left and right, listening hard, in fears that his whisper-shouts gave away your location. You’re not out of danger, how could you be so reckless? But there’s not a single thing you hear, and you slowly remove your hand.

As you do, even Knuckle seems to sigh out in relief before you feel a calloused hand on your cheek, and Knuckle’s warm breath on your chin before your lips meet.

You sit there, frozen in shock, yet only for a moment. Your eyes flutter closed, your hands desperately grasping at his clothes for some stability, even when you know you must be the strong one in a situation where he is injured.

You two don’t let go of each other, neither of you daring to break the kiss. This wonderful, soft kiss.

His lips are chapped and dry, and you imagine yours aren’t any better. But still, you couldn’t imagine your first kiss to be any more perfect. For while you’re here, there’s no danger. There’s no beast out there to get you, no wound in your palm to burn in pain as you clench fistfuls of Knuckle’s shirt, and no pools of blood seeping through the same once-white shirt.

Right now, this might not even be the last kiss.

“There you are. I could hear you whispering.”

Both Knuckle and you snap your heads towards the source of the voice. And you see Shoot, looking at you with a warm smile.

You first worry that the beast might hear you, but knowing Shoot, he would never be so careless. The beast must already be disposed of. You two are safe. Knuckle will be okay, and you will make sure of that. You look at him, and the look on his face tells you that he has drawn the same conclusions as you.

“Let’s go home.”

[pumpkins-journal]

whaddup gaymers remember that pupy that was in one of the images taken with taicub? i looked more into it and found more info on the little guy!

Lupup

The Potential Pokemon

Type: Ghost/Fairy

Height: 1'08"/0.5m

Weight: 30.0 lbs/13.6 kg

Ability: Shadow Tag/Regenerator (HA: Reckless)

Lupup is a small, wolf-like Pokemon with dark blue fur. The beads around its mane clink gently as it moves, the sound sending chills through anyone who is around to listen. They are known to be aloof and serious, often keeping their distance and lurking in the shadows. Like most Ghost-type Pokemon, they can meld into the shadows around it, often using them as a means to get close and ambush their opponents. Lupup rarely attacks living humans and Pokemon, only doing so when they’re presented as a threat to its territory. Despite their stoic nature, they are fiercely loyal to those they care about and stop at nothing to hunt down those who bully the weak.

Lupup live in deep woods and forests, often keeping to themselves. Sometimes they watch Pokemon playing from atop tree branches and aren’t above joining in if invited to play. If a baby Pokemon is separated from its family, it will carry it on its back or keep it nestled under its wisp-like tail to keep it safe. It has a strong sense of responsibility and justice, and perhaps because of it, it can get reckless when in battle, often using the stronger attacks in its arsenal to ward off opponents, even if it exhausts them in the process. Because of its fierce loyalty, It has no regard to its self preservation and is prone to being mortally injured to keep its friends and allies safe, leaving behind nothing but a magatama-like stone from its mane, its will living on in the object and protecting its owner from beyond the beyond.

Accordingly to legend and fairy-tales, Lupups are known as heralds of the afterlife, and stalk their prey; other ghosts. They watch carefully as the deceased travels down its designated path, reflecting on their life. If they have done evil in life and regret their actions, Lupup will leave it alone so it will pass on. If the specter is rotten to its core however, this Pokemon will lunge, dragging it down to the underworld where it is tormented for eternity. If you get lost in a forest and feel a chill up your spine, Lupup is nearby, watching you carefully. If you are kind to its forest and its inhabitants, it will ward away potential danger until you’re safely escorted out of its territory. If you thank it as you leave, you’ll feel a breeze that carries its howl in response. If you are there with ill-intentions, however, Lupup will place a curse upon you, trapping you in its forest until you eventually perish, stalking your spirit until judgment falls.

This Pokemon has the potential to evolve into one of two types based on whether or not its friendship level is high enough at twilight or if its exposed to an item still unknown to us... I'll get back to you on that when I find out more about it!

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wowow your blog is so pretty!! may i rq knux and sonic with a cuddly reader? (separate, and if you're okay with doing multiple characters!) how would physical affection look like between them and such,,,,,,

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — OMG YAYAYAY FIRST REQ!! 🩵 and thank you sooo much i rly tried to make my blog look pretty i rly appreciate that you’re a sweetheart :( <3 anyway i hope u like it ! ♡

sonic & knuckles x clingy reader ₊˚ෆˎˊ˗

ᝰ.ᐟ warnings ; none! just fluff <3

. ݁₊ ⊹ sonic .ᐟ

sonic absolutely loves when you’re all over him. it sort of boosts his ego, knowing that he’s irresistible, and of course he’s quick to reciprocate the affection. he could be just standing in the kitchen, and you would sneak up behind him, his name slipping angelically off of your love-rotted tongue and snake your arms around his waist, where he would plaster that sly smirk of his across his face and wistfully spin around to crash his lips against yours; taking your caring hand in his and interlocking your fingers. of course he knew this would make you flustered, he knows exactly how to get you going.

the little things mean the most to him. tapping/fondling your fingers while you both work on something independently, putting his hand on your lower back as he moves past you, fixing a strand of your hair in public where his thumb brushes your cheek, causing his heart to jolt. but if you were to tell him you didn’t feel like being touched for any reason, he would simply observe from afar and say you looked lovely. (leith ross… anyone…)

however, it isn’t rare for our sonic to get a little overwhelmed with constant affection. as much as he loves your touch and will use every excuse to just have his hands on you when you want it, there are times when he starts to bite his tongue and groan.

he is always on the go, whether he’s running or serving as the islands hero, so laying in bed for long periods of time can feel unnatural & uncomfy to him. he would never say anything to hurt you or shove you off of him, but a subtle nudge and squeamish look in his eyes hopes to give you a hint. if not, then he will try and act accordingly;

“why don’t we go out for a bit? i wanna take you… somewhere, i don’t know yet — let’s go!”

but don’t let that discourage you! he’s not sick of you or dislikes your clingy attitude, the boy just needs his space sometimes! at the end of the day, when the moon is high and you’re both drunk off of melatonin, he has you gently sprawled on your shared couch, pressing delicate kisses down your neck and his arm is curled beautifully around your waist — trying to pull you impossibly closer to him, as if you were trying to get away. his thumb rubs circles on the skin which is slightly exposed due to your shirt riding up, and he inhales the sweet scent of your short breaths and whispers of his name. your soft touches persuade him into his last lazy, gentle kisses on your swollen lips before burying his face into the crook of your neck, everything is innocent & in between, your bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces.

can we talk about him curling up on you and falling asleep and sleeping so soundly because he knows he’s at peace with you, and if you fall asleep too you wake up to him holding you instead because he wants to return the favour cause he loves you so much ☹️ my shayla…

➜ ┊knuckles ₊˚ෆ .ᐟ

talking about the strong, brooding, short tempered version of knuckles over dumb-as-a-nail version of knuckles, he definitely LOVES physical affection. he would never admit it in public, merely holding your hand, but as soon as you’re behind closed doors he’s a big sook. oftentimes he’s oblivious to your intentions, where you approach him and just burying your face into chest, clearly wanting attention, yet he stands there awkwardly trying to decipher what that means. but when he wants something, he makes it known.

whether it be him pulling you in with one hand by the waist and lifting you up then and there to kiss you softly, or holding you while you lay down on the couch, knuckles is the opposite of nervous. at the beginning of your relationship, he would awkwardly beckon you towards him to hint what he wanted, but that slowly faded as he grew bolder as his desire for you manipulated quickly. though, he still gets nervous from time to time — especially if you take initiative. he can’t help it — he’s so chronically obsessed with you, who can blame him?

on a side note, knuckles himself is probably equally as clingy as you since he correlates clinginess with protection, believing that if he’s always near you and touching you in some way that means you’re safe and feel loved — and that’s enough for him. if there’s ever a day you’re distant, he silently worries a little, but never express that. he will keep an eye on you throughout the day, making sure you’re feeling well and not anxious, sitting a little closer together on the couch so he can at least feel the heat of the pulse on your neck or the gentle scent of your shampoo. ever wondered what it’s like to have someone soulfully connected to you? well there you have it. all in all, physical reassurance is important to him. if he can feel you in some way, physically or mentally, he knows you’re safe, and can love you from both near & afar.

but besides that! he will let you curl up on his chest any hour of the day (his FAVOURITE thing to do when you relax, he believes you seem the calmest & safest) ,hold his hand while you scroll on your phone, play with his spines while he lays there peacefully, laying in bed blissfully while holding each others faces… you have it all with him. knuckles is devoted to you, don’t worry <3

okay but like. imagine coming home after a long day but you messaged him earlier, ‘ long day, need attention:(‘ and he greets you at the door with the softest look in his eyes before he pulls you flush against him, holding your waist with his larger hands and kissing you with such delicacy and pulling away ever so slightly to whisper how much he missed you, barely being able to finish his sentence before he desperately meets your lips again. brushing your hair out of your face gently, pulling your shirt down when it rides up cause he respects you..!!! anyway.