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#dusty art#lepus#i dont think ive uploaded lepus but here u go! still working on her species but she's like. a snowshoe hare if they lived on the moon#canis minor#anthro#furry#sorry no hedgehogs this time! soon though
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hello, i..well if its alright i have a request for our edgy boy shadow..and im sorry if its stupidly specfic...can we have shadow with a s/o who has come down with the whooping cough?...and is crying and upset because of how long the sickness lasts and just how bad they feel...from not.being able to breath etc...again im sorry of this is oldly specfic i just came down with this myself and im just overall feeling misrable and shadows always been my comfort character...of your willing to wirte this thank you so much in advance..your writing is amazing..and i hope your having a good day and or night..
breathe easy
WARNING: Illness, emotional distress.
PAIRING: Shadow the Hedgehog x Sick! Reader
NOTE: Hope this brings some comfort while youâre feeling under the weather. Youâre not alone, and I hope you feel better soon!
SUMMARY: Shadow comforts you as you struggle with the pain and frustration of whooping cough.
Shadow wasnât the sort to linger in hallways, but tonight, he paused outside the bedroom door. The sound of your coughs, dry and relentless, hit him hardânot because he was unaccustomed to hardship, but because he couldnât do anything to stop it.
You were curled in on yourself when he finally stepped inside, the blanket pooled around your shaking shoulders. Your face was streaked with tears, a raw redness tracing your nose and cheeks. You didnât seem to hear him at first.
He didnât speak. Instead, Shadow crossed the room, the quiet scrape of his shoes announcing his approach, and settled in the chair by your bed. His movements were deliberate and soft, as if acknowledging the fragility of the moment. âYouâre crying again,â he observed, his voice low, neutral but not unkind.
You nodded miserably, trying to clear your throat, though the effort left you wincing. âI feel awful,â you rasped. âIt wonât stopâit just wonât stop. I hate this.â
He stayed still, gaze steady on you, and leaned forward slightly. âItâs going to stop,â he said firmly. âNot now, but it will. Iâm here until it does.â
You broke into a fresh wave of tears, clutching at your blanket, frustration spilling out in heaving sobs that stung your already inflamed throat. Every intake of breath felt labored, each cough tearing at you. Shadow reached out then, his gloved hand brushing against your shoulderânot too firm, but enough to ground you. âEasy,â he murmured. âSlow breaths. Donât force it.â
âI canât,â you gasped, shaking your head, though you leaned into his touch instinctively. âItâsâitâs too much.â
âYou can,â he countered, voice edged with quiet certainty. âLook at me.â His crimson eyes locked with yours, calm and resolute. âOne breath at a time. In. Out. It doesnât matter how long it takesâjust keep trying.â
You tried to match his cadence as he demonstrated, drawing in exaggerated breaths and releasing them. It wasnât perfect, but the rhythmic focus helped your panic wane, leaving only exhaustion behind.
Satisfied, Shadow stood briefly and returned with a glass of warm water heâd left on the nightstand earlier. âDrink,â he said, pressing it gently into your hands.
Your hands trembled as you took the glass. He stayed close, steadying it as you sipped. The cool water stung, but it soothed some of the burning in your throat.
He set the glass down once you were done, adjusting the blanket around your shoulders without a word. His movements were careful, his expression unreadable but distinctly present.
âDo you want anything else?â he asked after a pause.
You shook your head weakly. âJust⊠stay?â
His lips tugged into the faintest approximation of a smileâbarely there, but it softened his sharp demeanor. âI wasnât planning to leave.â
The hours passed in relative quiet, your coughs gradually less frequent, though the misery lingered. Shadow stayed close the entire time, his presence an anchor against the storm of your discomfort.
âTry to sleep,â he urged eventually, voice low but insistent. âYour body needs it to heal.â
You nodded, eyelids heavy as you sank deeper into the pillows. Just before sleep claimed you, his voice cut through the haze, calm and steady. âIâll be here when you wake up. No matter how long it takes.â
For the first time that day, the promise didnât feel hollow.
#shadow the hedgehog#shadow the hedgehog x reader#shadow the hedgehog fanfic#shadow x reader#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#sonic fanfiction#x reader#ask#fanfic#request#oneshot
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Melting Pot II
Ingrid Engen x Mapi LeĂłn x Child!Reader
woso-dreamzzz Kids x Child!Reader (Nena)
Summary: A day in the life of the Engen-LeĂłns
You have a big house because you have a big family.
Or...Ingrid has a big house because she has a big family.
Your Mama says Ingrid has a fancy job which means she's very busy and gets lots of money. You think she's lying because Ingrid always has time to hang out with you and your nieces.
You have a lot of nieces.
Cub was Mapi's belly baby but that doesn't make her any less your niece. Then there's the twins, Bebita and Skatt. They were oopsy babies like you. Sunshine is next and then Teeny.
That makes five.
You have five nieces and you love them so much.
You keep a tight grip on Sunshine's hand as you're all led outside for pickup. You're her auntie and Ingrid says she's fragile after having her heart transplant so you make sure you don't lose her in the group of bodies heading outside.
Cub is up further ahead with your sister's twins following after her. Teeny lags behind because she's hanging back with one of Tia Alexia's twins.
But you keep a tight grip on Sunshine's hand because she's vulnerable and you're a good auntie.
Mapi is there waiting at the school gates and she hugs each and every one of you individually. You all get kisses too and her lips flutter around your face before you push her away.
"Really, Nena?" She says," I'm feeling a little offended here."
You giggle. "Silly, Mapi!"
"I'm not silly!"
"You are, Mami!" Cub agrees. She's hanging off of one of Mapi's strong arms and Mapi rolls her eyes.
"Let's agree to disagree," She says," Now, has everyone got everything? Bags? Bottles? Toes and fingers?"
"Uh-huh!"
"Alright, then. Buddy up, please. Hold someone's hand."
Bebita and Skatt crowd together and you keep Sunshine while Cub grabs Teeny, who whines a little while waving goodbye to her friend.
It's a very long walk back to the house so you only walk a little bit before Mapi gets you all into the car together.
You get to sit in the front because you're not one of Mapi's babies. You're her sister-in-law (although Ingrid always says you're not Mapi's sister-in-law yet) and then Cub and Sunshine sit in the way back because they're a pair.
Teeny, Skatt and Bebita sit in the middle because they're still little and Mapi needs to keep an eye on them.
"Is Ingrid home yet?" You ask as Mapi hands out snacks before driving off.
"Sorry, Nena," She says," Not just yet. Soon, though. She's been stuck in meetings today."
"What's for dinner?" Bebita asks.
"Spaghetti."
"I want lots of cheese on mine!" Skatt butts in and suddenly everyone is yelling their own choices and you giggle.
Your family is very big and very loud.
Ingrid says it's chaotic.
You think that means there's a lot of love to go around.
"Can I make Mama a picture?" Teeny pipes up suddenly.
She's been a little sad since leaving her friend behind at school. Teeny is the niece who spends the most time out of the house. She hangs out with Tia Alexia and her twins a lot.
Ingrid says it's because she's good with Pequeñita. They're painting buddies.
Teeny is always drawing and painting and if she's not drawing and painting then she's playing with Mr Pina, her hedgehog.
"Can we make Mama a picture too?" Bebita asks.
"Er...I don't know girls," Mapi says as she drives up the hill to the house," Have we got the supplies?"
"I've got paper in my room," You say.
"I sharpened my pencils last night." Teeny now.
"Mama got me new pens last week," Skatt adds.
"I've got glitter!" Sunshine says.
"And I've got the glue for the glitter!" That's Cub in the way-back.
"Mama bought us all new aprons too!" Bebita tacks on.
Mapi sighs. "Sometimes," She says," I think you lot gang up on me."
"Please, Mami?" Teeny asks," We won't get messy."
That's a lie, or, at least half a lie because Teeny is always messy. The others aren't though. Just Teeny.
It seems Mapi is thinking that too so you jump in.
"I can keep Teeny clean!"
She pretends to think about for a moment, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel. She sighs.
"I guess so. But-"
Her words are drowned out by the cheering of you and your nieces and she struggles to get you all out of the car quick enough when she pulls up to the house.
It's dark by the time Ingrid gets home and she curses herself as soon as she locks the car.
She hadn't meant to stay so late but she'd had meetings with Frido and the rest of her heads of department and then the website went down a few hours before the new sale went up so she'd had to call Caro up from her IT cave to get her to fix it.
It had been meeting on top of meeting on top of meeting getting everything ready for the launch next month that she'd hardly had time to stop and eat, let alone make it to the school with enough time for pick up.
She slips into the house.
"Hi, Bagheera," Ingrid says as the cat meanders towards her, tail flicking against her leg," It's good to see you too."
Mapi's in the living room, aimlessly flicking through channels. "You're home."
"Sorry I'm late. Work-"
"I know. Frido called. It's fine."
"No," Ingrid says," It's not. I said I'd pick up the girls today and-"
"Ingrid," Mapi laughs," Trust me, it's fine. You're practically single-handedly keeping us afloat. I'd hate to think about where we'd be living if you didn't have such an important job."
Ingrid's cheeks flush. "What did I do to deserve you, huh? You're such a smooth talker."
Mapi grins. "It's just one of my charms." She winks. "I'm your sexy arm candy, remember?"
Ingrid laughs. "Yes, you do look very good in a suit, don't you?"
"Want me to model some more for you?"
"I certainly want you to model something for me," Ingrid says," But it's not a suit."
She leans forward to kiss Mapi before freezing, pulling back suddenly.
"Ingrid? What is it?"
"I..."
Her eyes roves around the room.
Something's different.
The floor is spotless. The kitchen is clean. There's the lingering smell of whatever Mapi cooked the girls for dinner and-
The girls.
That's what's different.
Six little girls live in this house and yet there is practically no noise whatsoever. There's no giggling and laughing from Ingrid's twins. There's no running from Cub. There's no rhythmic thumping of a ball being kicked from your room. There are no spills of paint from Teeny's projects and there's no clicking of Sunshine's camera.
It's just...calm.
"Where are the girls?"
"Huh? The girls? Oh...They wanted to surprise you with something they made. I think they took it up to our room."
Ingrid strains her ears but still can't hear anything.
It's embarrassing how quickly she hurries up the stairs.
It's never good when a house of six girls goes silent.
Mapi follows after her and Ingrid wrenches the bedroom door open.
She stops, a smile appearing on her face.
Her girls are asleep on her and Mapi's bed, all cuddled up together under a massive portrait.
It's made up of several pieces of paper taped together and Ingrid knows it's meant to be of her.
"They wanted to draw you a picture," Mapi says," I didn't realise how big it was until they brought it up here."
"It's perfect," Ingrid says," Thank you for helping them."
"I didn't do much. Just taped it all together and-oh!"
It's nice that Ingrid can still make Mapi blush with just a simple kiss to the cheek.
"You're such a good mami, Mapi," Ingrid says," You're so good with them."
Mapi gives her a bashful smile. "It's bedtime. I can take them."
"No," Ingrid says," You've been with them since school ended. I'll take them to bed."
"Are you-"
"Mapi," Ingrid says," Go downstairs and watch some tv with Bagheera. When I come back, maybe you can model what I want you to model."
Mapi's face goes bright red and it's almost like she can't get downstairs quick enough.
Ingrid takes her time putting her girls to bed.
Cub is first, taken into her bedroom and put up high in her cabin bed. Garfield is splayed out on the middle of the carpet. LeĂłn-LeĂłn is already asleep too, taking up half the bed but Cub immediately curls around him in her sleep.
Bebita is next and Ingrid has to be careful walking through her room because it's like a minefield and she makes a mental note to make Bebita clean it up in the morning.
Skatt comes after her and Ingrid has to check that all her terrariums are closed so none of her bugs escape in the night.
Teeny follows after and Ingrid spares a glance over at Mr Pina's enclosure to make sure the little hedgehog's food bowl is filled up and his water is fresh.
Sunshine is put to bed after Teeny and Ingrid makes sure to flick on her fairy lights on in case she wakes up in the middle of the night.
You're last and wake as Ingrid lifts you.
"Ingrid," You mumble.
"Yes, Nena," She says," It's me."
"Did you see your picture?" You ask, still groggy as your head lolls on her shoulder.
"I did. You girls did such a good job with it."
"Made sure Teeny stayed clean."
"I could tell. You did such a good job, Nena."
She sets you down in your bed, pulling the covers up all the way to your chin as you yawn.
"Made sure Sunshine didn't get lost at school too."
"You're such a good auntie," She tells you, kiss your forehead," But it's bedtime now."
She goes to leave.
"Ingrid!"
"Hmm?"
"I love you."
Ingrid flicks off your light. "I love you too, Nena."
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Memories (Shadow x Reader)
Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Reader (gender neutral) â Can be read as platonic or romantic Word Count: 3.4k T/W: loss, mentions of death (previous to story) Summary: It's New Year's Eve and life has been quite peaceful for the last few months following Dr. Eggman's defeat (again). You work up the courage to invite Shadow over, but he seems to be a bit distracted...
SQUEEE- the marker squealed as another day was crossed off the paper calendar hung on the wall in the hallway. The end of the year had come much sooner than Shadow expected. It felt as though most of his days blurred together, the mundane routine turning his concept of time on its head. At one point in his life, he had longed for the same sense of normalcy that Rouge had mentioned long ago. But this? This was torturous. He replaced the cap of the pen and hung it back up with the calendar before moving into the kitchen of his apartment with a great deal of reluctance. He had yet to go grocery shopping, making his usual routine of finding breakfast somewhat more adventurous than he had the energy for this morning.
Rouge had urged for him to rent the apartment and get his current job following their efforts to put a stop to Robotnikâs world ending plans. âI think you are long overdue for a taste of normal life Shadow,â Rouge had cooed at him.
He scoffed at the memory, taking in the view of his living space as he exited the kitchen with a sad bagel topped with cream cheese (making a mental note to stop by the corner store to grab something to fill him up a bit). His apartment wasnât terrible, but it wasnât anything grand either. His living room could fit a single, plush couch across from a TV, record player, and his plant. The walls were lined with records that were regularly rotated out every week. He had direct access to his small breakfast nook and kitchen due to the open layout, which he enjoyed. It allowed for him to sit and enjoy his music as he ate or cooked. The hallway led to his room, office, and bathroom, all neat and tidy in their own respective manners. It was comfortable for him, mostly due to never expecting any real company over.
The size of it also meant that rent was cheap, which was good as all of his paycheck from the cafe only had to go towards every day living expenses (at the behest of a certain bat, once again, advising him to save his payout from their more intensive work). Shadow couldnât deny the merit of her words; the higher paying work had slowed down significantly. Preventing world domination for the upteenth time seemed to discourage others from another attempt too soon.
Shadow finished his breakfast and headed toward the front door, slipping on his shoes before starting his commute to work which was only a short walk from his place. He let out a long sigh as he locked the front door behind him, nearly running into you as he turned toward the stairwell.
âOh! Uh- Sorry, Shadow. I didnât see you there,â you stuttered, embarrassment dripping from each word. You had been neighbors for a few months now, excited and yet intimidated by the proximity you had with him. It was simply chance that you two had even met in the first place, what with Infinite sparing you and the events that followed; you had somehow become an integral part of Sonic and his cohortsâ plan to bring Dr. Eggman to a halt. But the fact that Shadow not only worked with you at the local cafe but had also moved in next door to you so soon after felt too good to be true.
âAll good. See you at work,â his voice somewhat hushed and low before he continued on his way. Burying his hands in his pockets, his steps covered an impressive distance in only a few minutes, Shadowâs mind wandering. He had also taken note of you - your impressive feats to aid them in their world saving efforts all the way down to your also somewhat mundane ritualistic activities. You both worked behind the counter at the cafe; him focusing more on brewing orders while you handled customers. He was always curious how you managed it with a smile on your face most days; the idea of switching spots with you was enough to make him shudder, shaking his head in effort to rid himself of the idea.
âOh Shadow, people arenât all bad!â Mariaâs voice echoed. Shadow stopped dead in his tracks, the sudden flashback startling him. Why would he remember that now, of all times and places?
You werenât too far behind Shadow, but you swore he glided to work effortlessly even without his air shoes. It wasnât until he paused that you were able to catch up with him, letting out a small chuckle as you bumped shoulders with him lightly. This seemed to pull him out of his daze.
âCâmon, spacey, we donât want to be late. I still owe you a breakfast sandwich for yesterday!â
âWait- what? What are you talking about?â
You turned to look at the dark hedgehog, a smile creeping on your lips, âyou saved me from that older gentleman, remember? He was making all sorts of comments-â
Shadow let out a âtch-â sound before furrowing his eyebrows further, âOh. You donât owe me anything for that. You seemed uncomfortable.â His pace picked up a bit, causing you to need to start into a light jog to keep pace with him.
âI mean- yeah. He was being a bit creepy.â You huffed out a breath, once again embarrassed only this time by how winded keeping up with Shadow made you. âHey, could you slow down a bit? We arenât running that late or anything.â
Shadow eyed you from the side, smirking slightly before slowing his pace, âwell, lucky for you, weâre here.â He motioned toward the building in front of you both, windows lining the outside to reveal the dark seating area of the cafe. You let out an exaggerated huff in an effort to make light of your winded state before digging in your bag for the keys to the front door. After wrestling with the key for a moment, you were able to unlock the building and begin setting up to open.
âHey Shadow, Iâve been meaning to ask, how do you like your coffee?â
Shadow paused for a moment while he removed the chairs from atop their respective tables, pushing them in and moving on to the next methodically, âblack, which Iâm sure you probably couldâve guessed.â
âAh- right. My bad. That does seem too fitting to not be obvious, huh?â you laughed shyly, starting the brew and selecting a breakfast sandwich to heat up for your counterpart. Man, youâre really going 3 for 3 this morning, huh? Your head hung low before rolling your shoulders back. This is your last chance to invite him, donât screw it up!
The oven chimed as an indicator that Shadowâs sandwich was done, encouraging you to work up a bit of courage to not only present the seemingly unnecessary gesture but to also address him. You plated the sandwich and placed it on the table Shadow had just cleared off.
âYour breakfast, my good sir!â you bowed dramatically, getting a strained chuckle in response from Shadow. Clearing your throat, you figured now was as good a time as any, âI wanted to ask you something.â
Shadow sat in the chair in front of the sandwich, thankful that he wouldnât have to resort to the corner store option, âhmm?â
You waited a moment to see if his gaze would meet yours, only to realize after a few bites in that your gesture maybe wasnât as unwanted as he made it seem. âWell, see, I am going to be having a few people over later tonight to celebrate New Years. Rouge, Silver, maybe a few others, and uhm-â you gulped, your mouth dry as your original, short invitation started to take a turn for the worse. âAnd... you? If youâd like to come?â Your ears drooped a tiny bit, your body subconsciously preparing for the inevitable rejection you were sure you would face.
Much to your surprise though, Shadow paused his chewing to look at you, âYeah. I could stop by.â He continued to eat, completely unfazed by your shock at his response.
âReally?? Thatâs great! I mean- thatâs, uhm, yeah! The party starts at 8PM!â
Shadow said nothing, which you took in stride, practically twirling as you went to grab him a coffee.
The work day somehow dragged on and yet also was over before either of you knew it. Shadow was appreciative of the routine of brewing the coffee, cleaning the machine, collecting dishware, and starting over as it allowed him to shut his brain off. It seemed to be determined to pull the rug out from under him today considering his flashback earlier. Memories of Maria werenât unwelcome by any means, but Shadow recognized his emotional responses to them werenât necessarily appropriate at work. He could have contemplated the reason behind their resurgence, but he simply chalked it up to his recent living situation changes, unwilling to dig deeper than that. Although, he might not have been too far off.
Rouge wasnât the only one Shadow had heard speak of normalcy longingly; Mariaâs illness was better managed whilst in the care of her grandfather, but that didnât mean she got to experience much of a normal childhood as other kids her age did. She was at the mercy of her grandfatherâs schedule and her small living quarters. âI know it seems silly,â she would say softly, âbut sometimes I miss going to school. I miss riding the bus. I miss running through flower fields and my parents yelling for me when the street lights came on.â These concepts had meant very little to Shadow at the time, but as life had settled around him, he couldnât help but wish he could show Maria that he was trying to live each day with her in mind.
The New Year creeping up on him was maybe too much of a reminder that he hadnât done that great of a job to really appreciate the peace he had recently found. All he could hope for is that the party tonight would not be something he would regret agreeing to. Iâll make a promise to Maria that I will do better in the coming year.
You stared at your reflection for far too long. Clothes were strewn about your bed, all rejected options for tonightâs celebration. âYou donât need to overdo it!â you said to yourself, gripping the jeans in your hands. âJust wear the stupid jeans and find a comfy sweater. This isnât meant to be some crazy thing.â
A knock on your door indicated that you didnât have time to continue to bemoan over your lackluster wardrobe any longer. Throwing on the clothes in hand and quickly fluffing your hair, you made your way to the front door to greet your first guest. To your surprise, Shadow greeted you with a bottle of champaign.
âHope this is okay,â he said, looking you over subtly. He was dressed in a pair of dark slacks, a turtleneck sweater, and a nice blazer. You could feel the dread set in once again before mentally shaking yourself out of it, âyes! This is fine! Thank you, you really didnât have to bring anything.â You welcomed him inside and placed the champaign on the kitchen counter before turning to pull refreshments from the pantry and fridge.
Shadow stood next to the door as he watched you move about your apartment, removing his blazer and placing it in the crook of his arm. Your own apartment wasnât much different than his, the layout the same, but flipped. It seemed much more suitable to host guests than his own, he noted, as he moved across the living room to where you were at in the kitchen. He hung his blazer along the back of one of the dining room chairs before holding his hands out to you. By this point, you were struggling to move the punch bowl, having filled it prematurely and realizing you would have to move the full thing to its proper place. Shadowâs outstretched arms took you by surprise but you did not refuse the help. You gingerly placed the bowl into Shadowâs arms, âthanks- uhm, you can set it on the bar counter next to the cups.â
He nodded and placed the bowl with ease, something you were quite jealous of. His otherworldly strength was quite useful while you two worked together, as he did a majority of the heavy lifting when food shipments arrived. Of course the simple task of moving the punch bowl would be easy for him. You laughed at yourself quietly at the thought and quickly turned away to continue setup.
It did not take long for the other fantastic mobians to join you both, the space of your apartment quickly filling with sounds of chatter and laughter. As the festivities kicked off, you began to notice that Shadow wasnât really interacting with anyone (except for Rouge every now and again when she would seek him out). You had made a mental note to check in with him, but were quickly swept away to host.
You had never quite pulled something like this off, and the constant interaction was quickly draining your own social battery. Chaos, if Iâm feeling this way I can only imagine how Shadow is doing. The thought prompted a quick scan of the apartment, but Shadow was nowhere to be seen. Your brows creased with concern, hoping he hadnât left without saying anything. However, your search would need to wait as you felt an intense need to step outside for a bit of fresh air. You checked in with Tails, asking for him to keep an eye on things while you stepped out, to which he smiled at you and told you not to worry.
One of your favorite parts about this apartment was access to a private balcony. It wasnât anything impressive but it made for a nice getaway when you needed it. You pulled on the door, struggling as it stuck to the doorway before prying it open and prompting Shadow to turn around to face you.
âOh- sorry! I didnât mean to, uhm-â you gulped, startled by his presence. Why was talking to him always so nerve-wracking? âI just needed some fresh air.â
You watched as Shadow shifted over to allow some space to join him, âbe my guest.â
Struggling again to close the door behind you, you moved next to him to rest your arms on the railing. Your eyes gravitated toward the sky, catching sporadic flashes of light from fireworks far off in the distance. The cool night air was a refreshing contrast from the sudden stuffiness in your small apartment and almost immediately your body relaxed. It was only at that point that you were able to take a deep breath and really released the subconscious tension you held in your shoulders since everyone arrived.
âQuite the turnout, huh?â you offered, shifting your gaze to Shadow.
He stood unmoving, his eyes now fixated on the sky above him. The stars lit up their dark backdrop, competing only with the bursts of fireworks every now and again. Shadow hadnât seen the night sky like this in what felt like a lifetime. He had his own balcony but rarely ever used it, having forgotten it was there for the most part. In his solitude, he had very little reason to occupy the space.
The silence between you two and his unbroken focus on the sky brought you to look up again. This moment was not unwelcome nor awkward like you feared it might be. You felt a wave of comfort wash over you as you listened to the muffled sounds of your friends indoors alongside the chirping of crickets and popping of fireworks.
Shadow finally acknowledged his lack of a response to you, shifting slightly and clearing his throat, âI wonder if Maria had gotten to experience a New Years like this.â Taken aback by this vulnerability, you turned to Shadow again.
Maria. That was a familiar name in regards to the dark hedgehog. You knew she was the only friend he had before he was captured by GUN, having suffered a horrendous fate at the organizationâs hand. You contemplated if she was the reason for his more prominent standoffish behavior tonight.
âThis place reminds you of her, doesnât it?â The words came out as hardly anything more than whisper, your effort to come across as tender shining through.
You watched as Shadow winced, moving his hands to interlock his fingers. âNot just this place.â He took a deep breath, as if calculating how much he wanted to divulge to you. âEverything and everywhere does...â
His voice was low and barely audible in comparison to the world around you. Shadow had been carrying the weight of Mariaâs death with him through life, a feeling you could only imagine. His ears drooped slightly as his gaze shifted downward to his hands. He studied their shape, taking note of his inhibitor rings and the creases along his fingers, trying to remember what Mariaâs felt like. With another small breath, he continued, âmemories of her are in everything.â
To say you were stunned would be the understatement of the century. You took in the scene of Shadow, arms resting on the railing in front of him, the fingers of one of his hands tracing the other, his demeanor sad and sincere. You placed your hand on his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. His eyes lifted to meet your own, his gaze years away as tears pooled and fell along his cheek. You smiled at him, pulling him gently toward you.
He hesitated at first before accepting your embrace. You held each other there for a moment, searching for the right words to say in response to his. Everything seemed to come up short, in your mind, sounding way too cheesy and cliche to truly convey your desire to comfort Shadow. Against your better judgment, you pulled away to look at him.
âI think... thatâs how you help keep their memory alive. You carry them with you in some capacity. You associate certain things in life to them, and you cherish those things more than you would have otherwise.â
You paused, searching his expression in an effort to ensure you werenât overstepping. He stared back at you, his usual scowl nowhere to be seen, his expression softer than you had seen before.
âMaybe it also helps us live life to the fullest and not take things for granted.â
He nodded slowly, your words sinking in as he stepped out of your arms to look at the sky again.
âShe would have wanted me to enjoy life,â he said thoughtfully. Shadow took a deep breath before looking at you once again, a timid smile playing on his lips. âThank you.â
You returned his smile in kind, imprinting this moment to memory for you to cherish always. After a brief pause, you offered your hand to him, âwhat do you say we go back in?â
He looked down at your hand and nodded, wiping the tears from his face and giving the night sky another glance. Shadow would have to remember to spruce up his own balcony to enjoy the stars.
Your fingers intertwined with his as you started to head back inside; the backdoor being of no issue for Shadow (of course) to pull open and close shut with ease. He let go of your hand after giving it a light squeeze and moved through the group to find Rouge of his own accord, smiling back at you. Sonic approached you, taking note of the interaction, âwow, never thought that guy could actually smile! You sure we donât have a SUPER faker among us?â
Your elbow jabbed into Sonicâs arm playfully as you laughed and shook your head.
As midnight approached, you all gathered around the TV in the living room and counted down the New Year. Shadow closed his eyes, allowing Rouge to shake him as she joined the others in celebrating. His eyes opened and rested their gaze on you, watching as you cheered alongside everyone. It was then that he decided; he was going to make sure he did everything he could to appreciate his newfound friends and peaceful existence, just the way he hoped Maria would have wanted him to.
#tried to write smut#all i have to offer is fluff#shadow the hedgehog x reader#shadow the hedgehog#shadow x reader#wholesome#â§*Ì„Ë my fics *Ì„Ëâ§
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business matter â chapter 129.
a christmas special.
âł synopsis: two of the most important kpop companies covet a partnership with a huge global brand, only to be surprised when the deal is extended to both labels. fearing potential sabotage and cynical strategies to secure exclusivity for just one of them, both CEOs resort to desperate measures. in a bid to maintain trust and prevent betrayal before the signing, they come up with a pact: forcing a fake relationship between the leaders of their star girlgroups. if one side attempted to fail the other, they threaten to expose it all to the conservative south korea.
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serim was not good at coping with the cold. she liked the winter, she had always done, since she was little she spent most of the year looking forward to the low temperatures and, with it, the snow, but still, she was not good at coping with that time of the year. she always got sick and she used to care little about it, but since she became a trainee and later a singer she had to start taking care of her health and vocal cords, so in the most recent years of her life she hardly ever left her house during those times, unless she went to the many activities an idol has to do during the holidays or one of her friends insisted so much that she could not say no.
on that day serim's house was extremely warm, because even though she was not working, she was used to doing everything possible to avoid illness, and she was not willing to surrender to the freezing weather in seoul. she felt sorry for her plants, many were not the kind that could stand being in such a warm environment, but it was a force greater than herself.
having an altered perception of climate, she did not even think about the wind and the coolness that would hit her when she opened the balcony door, causing her to jump back inside and quickly close the sliding glass. she was extremely excited, running around the house and talking to her hedgehog who was pacing the living room floor uncomprehending and probably sweating from how high the thermostat was set. she went with speed to her room and threw on whatever winter clothes she could find, then hurried back and tried again to get outside.
still shivering a little, she leaned her forearms against the railing of her balcony and leaned against it, watching the first snow fall in seoul.
she loved winter, and even though it was still a month away, she loved the feeling of christmas approaching. the first snowfall had always been one of those important events for her. one of those that when it's about to happen you can't shake the anxiety, or the sensation that something important is in the air. it tends to fall in late november and serim during those dates was always on the lookout for any sign of what day it would be. she loved it, and as soon as she saw it happening just outside her house, she couldn't contain her joy, standing there motionless watching the snowflakes fall for a long while.
she had nothing better to do, after all, the hiatus was killing her. her friends were fully occupied, her members were in the activities she would want to be in and her family was far away in daegu. she couldn't help that those would be lonely and boring holidays, but at least she had time to appreciate nice things like this one.
or so she would once she opened the door to whoever claimed to see her in the middle of a snowfall.
serim sighed, she hated it when she was interrupted in her few moments when she could enjoy things that excited her. she walked back into her apartment and made her way to open the door.
the doorbell had rung, not the telecommunicator, so she figured it might be one of her bandmates, her manager, or a friend. since she didn't have to work or keep a schedule, she wasn't fully aware of what day it was, so she wasn't aware of what her acquaintances might be doing at the moment or who was free.
what she didn't expect was to find jimin behind the door.
it had been a couple of months since she had seen her in person, although they texted sometimes, maybe since september they hadn't been in one another's presence. she was always busy, she had gone on tour and back, only to embark on a new comeback and promotions season. awards season had started as well and she, as the big star of the year, had to be at every event that happened. while serim had been a little more docile with her, open to the idea of doing some things together if the occasion arose, jimin just hadn't had the time, she wanted to take serim on dates, on trips, be together at her house, go for walks, help her with whatever she needed, but she was overworked and couldn't afford it.
except for that day, one of the few days off she'd had in a while.
jimin had been looking forward to it because she had already planned to go visit serim, even if she threw a tantrum when she saw her, she wanted to at least hug her after those two months without having her around, without feeling her scent nor holding her hands. she hadn't told her she was going because she didn't want to be rejected before she could be in front of the woman, which risked a fit of possible anger from the older girl, but jimin missed her so much that she didn't think anything through.
she just needed a plan, something to do together if serim didn't kick her out of her house, and the snow had come as if it heard her pleading. as soon as she looked out her window and noticed the first flakes, she got ready at the speed of light and frantically went out to find a cab. and now she was in the hallway of serim's apartment, covered in snow, her arms stretched in the air in excitement and wearing a silly grin because of the oldest.
she looked so adorable in that stupid giant blue scarf and her glasses that serim had to resist the urge to throw herself at her, limbs almost lifting on their own, stifling a smile using all the strength in her body.
serim had missed jimin too, of course she had, and she hated herself for it.
"what are you doing here?" the owner of the apartment asked not even greeting her.
"why do you have hello kitty pants on?" she ignored, not wanting to deal with her bitterness, and pointed to the pink garment with drawings of the character.
"because i'm at home." she said obviously.
"it's a choice." she cocked her head to the side without stopping to look at them.
"are you going to tell me what you're doing in my house while it's snowing?" she folded her arms and furrowed her eyebrows.
"that!" she jumped on the spot with glee. "i came looking for you so we could go see the first snow of the year together!" she announced in a jovial tone.
"and why would i want to see the first snow with you?" she was dying to go with her.
"because you love me." she replied simply. "and even my company is better than watching it from your balcony alone." she obtruded.
"how do you know i was watching it from the balcony?" she exclaimed in surprise.
"you're covered in coats when inside your house it's amazonian temperatures and you have snow melting on your arms." she pointed to the detail.
serim raised her arms suddenly placing them in front of her eyes to look at the clues of her actions in these startled, with her mouth slightly open, confirming that she had given herself away. she dropped them on both sides of her body dejectedly and gave the girl a sideways glance, contemplating her proposal, to end up turning around without a word and heading to her bedroom.
"where are you going?" confused, the younger girl raised her voice as she watched her walk away.
maybe serim was feeling very lonely during the hiatus, or maybe she needed jimin more than she liked to admit.
"i can't leave my house in hello kitty pants." she replied disinterestedly, causing the happy grimace on karina's face to widen.
in an extremely awkward silence they made their way to the small park in the gated community where serim resided. they had so many things they wanted to say to each other, but communication had never been their best quality as a duo. serim wanted to know how she had been during that time, if she was tired, and how her busy schedule was treating her, or ask why she couldn't get her out of her mind even when they hadn't seen each other for so long. jimin, on her side, wanted to generate any kind of conversation, it was enough for her to know that serim was enjoying her company. but neither of them dared to let that happen, whether it was out of spite or fear.
but jimin hadn't gone to see her in such particular weather after so many days of not having her around just to be silent, though if that's the way it should be, at least she was happy to have her at arm's length. she took a breath and with the hand that gravitated around serim's she reached for hers, intertwining their fingers once their palms came into contact. pathetically, she found herself closing her eyes for a second, bracing herself for the terrible reaction expected from the woman, but she received none, the girl left her hand there with hers, and jimin turned to check, disoriented, only to find her admiring the falling snow so fascinated that she hadn't remembered she had to hate karina full time.
she smiled to herself as she closed the distance between them, making their bodies rub against each other, securing her grip on her.
she was walking hand in hand with serim, when was the last time that had happened? her heart was beating at such a rapid rate as her senses were lost in the warmth and perfume of the woman that it felt like a drill.
when they arrived at the park it was almost empty. it was not a place where there were never many people as it was in a neighborhood of rich people who didn't have time or desire to walk around the area, and fewer people there were going to be with such weather. they walked calmly to the center in a void of words that was no longer as uncomfortable as a few blocks ago, stopping near the structure that crowned the place to appreciate how the snow fell on it and its surroundings.
"do you like snow?" inquired karina once they found a position where they could appreciate the spectacle and stood there.
"yes i like it, winter it's my favorite season." she gave her a look for the first time all the way there. "even though my immune system is a mess, i always get sick." she let out a sheepish chuckle.
"winter is my favorite season too." she settled in by tying her body to jang's arm. "and that's because you don't eat well!" she complained. "but don't worry, if you get sick i'll take care of you." she arranged a few strands of hair falling over the older girl's face.
"i do eat well only you don't see it." she smiled sideways.
"don't try lying to me." she shot her a look of suspicion, making her laugh.
jimin couldn't hide the satisfaction that this had brought her, feeling that serim didn't hate her for a second, she felt fulfilled. they held each other for a moment there watching the scenery, being as close as they rarely were outside of serim's room, swaying quietly as if they weren't two hurricanes trying to fit together. karina released her grip on her to put herself opposite to her and take the vocalist's face in her hands, leaning her body forward to leave a soft kiss on her cheek. serim wasn't expecting it and the surprise left her serious, speechless, she averted her gaze to the side, pressing her lips into a line, but a slight blush was exposed on her cheeks that she hoped jimin would believe was just from the cold.
"namu." she called to her in a low tone, so that only she would hear. "i have to tell you something."
"what is it?" she turned her eyes to her, face expressionless.
"i..." she took a long breath through her nose, trying to calm the uneasiness in her stomach from nerves. "i want you." she blurted out, pulling her shoulders back a little, puffing out her chest showing confidence. "and i want to spend this christmas with you."
"this christmas you're going to be working." she rebutted with discomfiture. "just like me, i hope." she spoke to the sky as if asking god.
"no, namu." she was already beginning to feel the anxiety of not being able to emit what she felt the right way and was giving her first uneasy hands through the air. "i mean i want to spend this christmas with you and many more." she clarified. "i want you to be my present." she rested her index finger on the girl's chest, pointing at her. "i want to kiss you and have you be the first person i greet." she held up the opening of the girl's coat. "i want to be with you."
serim was having difficulty maintaining eye contact, and even more difficulty finding something to reply to a statement that made her uneasy. "what do you mean by that?"
"i'm confessing." she admitted simply. "that's what you're supposed to do in the first snow."
"a confession is for someone who doesn't know how you feel." sadness returned to her demeanor as it always did when she was around jimin. "i think you've already told me everything you have going on with me."
"really?" her voice rose slightly, getting a little desperate. "do you really think you know everything i feel about you?" she questioned. "do you know that i can't stop thinking about you? that every action i take i think about what your reaction would be?" her breathing was slowly failing. "i have a hard time sleeping at night because i wish you were by my side." she rubbed her face with her palms trying to get rid of the frustration.
"jimin, the problem is that i don't believe you." she interrupted her weakly, her eyes on the floor.
"and what do you need me to do to prove to you that it's true?" her movements were wide and fast because of distress. "to make you understand that i despise myself almost as much as you do for hurting you." she believed her eyes were glazing over, but she didn't have the composure to concentrate on anything at the moment. "i was wrong, serim, i tried to pretend that nothing changed in my life the moment we got the deal, that you didn't shake my floor from the first moment." she was thankful that they are practically alone in the park because she was embarrassing herself. "i tried to do what i thought was best for me and i was wrong, i'm sorry, i'm so sorry." she swallowed hard trying to undo the lump in her throat. "i understand that i hurted you, that i was an idiot, but i want you." she assured. "i need you." she added. "and i don't know how to make you see that."
"do you love me?" she finally dared to face her.
"serim." she diverted her attention to something off to the side, blocking herself completely.
"serim, what?" she bit down hard. "that's what i need." she confirmed. "if you can tell me to my face that you love me, then i'm willing to take the time to work out everything bad that happened between us." she asked. "if you tell me that you love me, i'll leave it in the past."
"i adore you with all my heart." she closed her eyes as if that could make that moment less real.
"but it's not enough."
"no, it's not that." she held her arms so she wouldn't pull away. "it's complicated." tears began to stain her cheeks. "i care for you so much..."
"why is it so hard for you to say you love me?" there was disappointment in her eyes. "don't you feel it?"
"it's not that i don't feel it..."
"then what is it?" she became defensive.
"it's complicated." she reiterated. "it's difficult." she said in a defeated attitude. "this all happened under peculiar circumstances and-"
"then it's difficult for me to forgive you." she cut her off.
serim raised her hands to remove the hold the younger girl had on her and started walking with speed back to her house. jimin watched her walk away, but wouldn't let her go, she ran out after her, catching her, making them face each other. she lifted serim's hand, bringing it to her lips to give it a short kiss while their eyes were connected, thus then grabbing her waist and pulling her close enough that she could rest her forehead against hers just by folding her body a little forward.
"make a wish." she murmured.
"can you leave me alone?"
"if you say it out loud it doesn't come true." she shook her head.
serim dropped her eyelids, a little because she no longer had the strength to argue or resist the questionable things jimin did, and a little because she wanted to stop the approaching crying, karina copied the actions when she saw her do it. after a moment they both, still with their heads against each other, looked at each other again, ruefully and wearily.
"you won't tell me what it is this time?" the blackhaired inquired.
"you said it." she whispered. "if i tell you it won't come true."
âthat you can accept that you love me. âthought serim.
"i asked for you to let me go make cookies at your house."
"i can't believe it." she broke off suddenly. "are you serious?" she shouted at her upset.
"i know we just fought, but we always fight." she tried to reason, seriousness of the moment all gone. "i haven't seen you in two months, i just want to spend time with you." she pleaded. "get mad at me later, but don't leave now." she added. "please, stop leaving."
serim hated herself for how aware she was that no matter how angry she got with jimin, for whatever reason, she always came back to her. "if you say it out loud it doesn't come true." she reiterated bitterly as she realized how pathetic she was.
"but you miss me too."
"let's go." she commanded, causing the younger girl to cheer. "but no joy." she pointed her finger at her apprehensively. "i'm too upset with you." she reminded. "these are going to be the saddest cookies you'll ever eat in your life."
#aespa#karina#aespa karina#yu jimin#yoo jimin#giselle aespa#giselle#winter aespa#winter#ningning aespa#ningning#aespa x reader#yu jimin x reader#karina x reader#kpop x reader#kpop smau#aespa smau#smau#aespa fanfic#karina fanfic#aespa scenarios#aespa imagines#aespa reactions#fromis 9#itzy#ive#loona#gidle#blackpink#exo
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Arctic Snow:
Arctic Fox Tails au where he gets his winter coat and his brothers are confused by his new look:
Winter was fast approaching green hills, it's residents had all noticed a bitter chill changing in the air, additionally ice had begun gathering on the pavements and paths meaning that the roads and paths would soon need to be gritted.
Snow had now began to fall and Sonic was especially eager because he could now show his new brothers the joys of playing in the snow. Plus they could all wrap themselves up in scarves hats and gloves Maddie had specially knitted for them.
"Sonic, look at my new winter things." Tails cheered his grey and white tails wagging in delight as he held them out.
Sonic took a look and saw a pair of silver grey and white mittens with light blue accents, his new scarf and hat (made specially to accommodate Tails' ears) were both the same colour.
"Looking good little bro, it goes with with your fur so well." Sonic said before suddenly ruffling Tails's bangs.
"Sonic, cmon stop." Tails giggled trying to swat Sonic's hand away and failing.
Sonic continued to ruffle his hair, the giggling only making him do it more.
When he did stop he was surprised to find a large clump of grey fluff come up in his hand and immediately panicked.
"OhmygodTailsI'msosorryIdidn'tmeanit..." He didn't mean it panicked at the thought of accidentally hurting his little brother.
"Sonic calm down, I'm just molting see." Tails said brushing his stomach and sonic noticed a few smaller bits of fluff fall off of Tails and onto the attic floor.
"Oh yeah, I think mom mentioned it, you're getting your winter coat." Sonic said.
Tails nodded.
"Yeah, though I'm probably gonna be leaving fur in a lot of places so sorry in advance." Tails said.
"Don't worry about it little bro, you can't help it, though we should probably warn mom and dad they're gonna be cleaning up more fur than just Ozzie's." Sonic said.
Over the next couple of days Tails' summer fur shed and his winter coat began to slowly come in.
Tom and Maddie took this in stride and everytime Tails got upset about his fur being in places they reassured him it wasn't his fault and it was just his body getting ready for the cold weather.
Sonic and Knuckles also helped out comforting their brother and in addition they made sure his bed was as cosy as it could be as it was a common fact that real foxes tended to grow more malcohent and tired when shedding their fur and this fact seemed to apply to Tails too.
After about four days Sonic was in for a surprise.
He woke up that day and stretched rubbing his eyes and trying to wake up.
He climbed out of bed and went over to Tails' blue plane themed bed.
"Tails little bro, time to wake up, it's a brand new..." Sonic cut off when he saw something unusual with Tails.
The little fox was curled up in a ball on his bed, but his fur was different.
Instead of the grey and silver it had been the day before, it was snow a bright snow White, as a matter of fact the kit was now completely white like a giant snowball.
Just then Tails let out a squeaky yawn his sky blue eyes fluttering open and gazing at the cobalt blue hedgehog.
"Hmm, Sonic what is it?" Tails asked yawning and rubbing his eyes.
"Tails, your fur." Sonic said surprised.
"What about it...oh right." Tails said as though suddenly realising something.
"What's going on bud?" Sonic asked confused.
"This, oh this is just my winter coat." Tails said.
"How come it's all white?" Sonic asked.
"To blend in with the snow, you know like earth arctic foxes." Tails said.
Just then Knuckles awoke.
"Good morning brothers, I hope you have rested well." The echnida said getting up and stretching.
"Knux, check this out." Sonic said indicating Tails' snow white fur.
"Fox, you look different." Knuckles said.
"It's my winter fur Knuckles, what do you think?" Tails asked.
"It is very well suited for this snowy weather fox, and a great camoflauge against any enemy that may attack." Knuckles said.
"Thanks Knuckles but I highly doubt that'll happen." Tails said.
"Maybe so but you never know...plus it is very soft." Knuckles said gently stroking the fur behind Tails' ears making the kit purr.
Sonic tried and indeed Tails' new coat was very soft, somehow even softer than earlier.
"He's right Tails, you look and feel like a fluffy cloud." Sonic said.
Tails giggled and blushed but his wagging tails betrayed the embarrassment he felt.
"Cmon let's go see what's for breakfast, I'm starving." Sonic said before racing out the attic.
Tails' felt his own stomach rumble loudly and giggled in embarrassment.
"It seems you are hungry too fox, come, let us dine on Mother's delicious breakfast feast before the hedgehog eats it all." Knuckles said lifting Tails onto his shoulder and carrying him out of the attic, the fox cheering in excitement.
Inspired by @0vergrowngraveyard's arctic fox Tails art
#sonic the hedgehog#miles tails prower#knuckles the echidna#tom wachowski#maddie wachowski#sonic wachowski#tails wachowski#knuckles wachowski#wachowski brothers#tails and sonic brothers#knuckles and tails brothers#sonic live action#sonic movie#sonic movie 2#sonic movie 3
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A Hair-Raising Experience
Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader
Warnings: none
Five Hargreeves was many things: a former assassin, a time-traveler, a seasoned survivor of apocalypses. But a hairdresser? That was a stretch.
Yet here he was, scissors in hand, staring at his wife Y/n with a look that blended confidence with mild panic. Y/n, sitting on a chair in their bathroom, looked up at him with a mixture of trust and fear.
âAll the salons are closed,â she said, twisting a lock of her hair nervously. âI just need a trim, Five. How hard can it be?â
Five swallowed, steeling himself. âPiece of cake. Iâve tackled tougher jobs than this.â
He combed through her hair, trying to channel every memory he had of watching people get haircuts. Y/n closed her eyes, and Five took a deep breath, bringing the scissors to the first section of hair.
Snip.
âSee? Not bad,â he said, more to convince himself than Y/n.
Y/n, eyes still closed, smiled. âI trust you. Just⊠not too short, okay?â
Five nodded, focusing intently. The problem was, with each snip, he noticed something that needed evening out. A little here, a little there, and soon he was in over his head.
âWhat do you think?â Five asked, stepping back to admire his handiwork.
Y/n opened her eyes and looked in the mirror. Her expression shifted from cautious optimism to sheer horror. âFive! What did you do?â
Five winced. âI... may have overestimated my abilities.â
Y/nâs once even, shoulder-length hair was now a choppy, lopsided mess. One side was significantly shorter than the other, and there were random, uneven chunks missing.
âOh my god, I look like a demented hedgehog,â she said, her voice a mixture of laughter and panic.
Five put the scissors down, raising his hands in surrender. âOkay, okay, I see the problem. I can fix it.â
Y/n eyed him skeptically. âYouâre not touching my hair again.â
A frantic call to a 24-hour hair salon later, they were driving through the city, Y/n wearing a baseball cap to hide the disaster. Five sat next to her, muttering apologies and trying to stifle his nervous laughter.
At the salon, the hairdresser took one look at Y/n and raised an eyebrow. âTough week?â
Y/n pointed at Five. âMy husband decided to play stylist.â
The hairdresser gave Five a knowing smile. âAh, the classic âhusband haircut.â Seen a few of those.â
As Y/n sat in the chair, Five hovered nearby, wincing at the critical assessment of his work. The hairdresser, a woman with bright purple hair and an array of tattoos, shook her head in amusement.
âWell, letâs see what we can do here,â she said, running her fingers through Y/nâs hair. âYour husbandâs given you a very⊠unique look.â
Y/n shot Five a mock glare. âUnique is one way to put it.â
The hairdresser snipped away, skillfully transforming the chaos into a stylish, albeit shorter, haircut. Y/n watched in the mirror, relief flooding her features as the damage was undone.
âSee? Itâs fixable,â the hairdresser said with a grin, stepping back to show the finished product.
Y/n smiled, feeling the now even, sleek bob. âThank you. Youâre a lifesaver.â
Five sighed in relief. âThank you for saving me from sleeping on the couch.â
On the drive home, Y/n couldnât help but laugh at the whole ordeal. âYou know, you were so confident.â
Five chuckled, shaking his head. âI donât know what I was thinking. Iâm sorry, Y/n. I really thought I could handle it.â
Y/n reached over, squeezing his hand. âYou did your best. Itâs kind of sweet, actually. Just⊠no more haircuts, okay?â
Five grinned, a mixture of sheepishness and affection in his eyes. âDeal. From now on, we leave haircuts to the professionals.â
Back home, with Y/nâs hair restored to its former glory, the incident became a new inside joke. They shared a bottle of wine, toasting to their survival of yet another Hargreeves misadventure.
And though Five may have failed as a hairdresser, he succeeded in proving, once again, that even in the most comical disasters, their love and laughter would always see them through.
#five hargreeves imagines#five hargreeves x reader#five hargreeves x you#number five imagine#number five x reader#the umbrella academy#number five#number five one shot#five hargreeves
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Going into full detail about Shadowâs tickle headcanons
Lee
Questioning
If asked, he mainly says no as he is a serious guy and he thinks tickling is childish. Saying yes would also break his image.
âNo. I donât know why you would think about such a stupid thing.â
He usually tries to either ignore or get out of situations where he could be tickled. If anyone gets any ideas, heâll pretend to be unaffected before Chaos Controlling away when the Ler gets too close.
He usually isnât OK with physical touch, as it sometimes reminds him of when Maria used to tickle him or hug him. But soon enough, if heâs bonded with you enough, heâll just let it happen.
He does not like to acknowledge that he is ticklish. It kinda embarrasses him.
He has almost completely forgotten what it feels like to be tickled because itâs been years since he was last tickled. He sometimes gets curious about it, but is too edgy and cool to ask.
He is slightly confused about the idea of tickling. He finds it very weird that just wiggling your fingers on someoneâs body can make them laugh. He always wonders why itâs laughing and not screaming. It just doesnât make sense to him.
Tickle Sensitivity Level For Certain Spots:
1 = Not ticklish at all.
2 = Feels more like an itch.
3 = Barely ticklish there.
4 = Noticeable sensation but easily ignored.
5 = Might provoke a flinch if poked.
6 = Will get a smile out of him.
7 = Very quiet giggles.
8 = Heâll start laughing if you tickled that.
9 = He will laugh loudly if you tickle that.
10 = Full on broken. Heâll be squirming around on the floor trying to escape, tears coming down from his eyes.
Cheeks: 2
Neck: 3
Quills: 8
Ears: 1 (Itâs a melt spot for him)
Chest: 7
Belly: 10
Sides: 8
Ribs: 9
Hands: 1
Legs: 6
Tail: 5
Knees: 4
Feet/Paws: 9
Toes: 8
Tickle time~!
Itâs hard to catch him off guard to be able to tickle him, but distractions can work.
His belly is extremely sensitive. In fact, itâs the most sensitive area on his whole body. Even just a light poke could make him squeak or at least flinch. Tickling it even just gently will immediately send him into hysterics. And he will occasionally let out a high pitched SCREAM too.
He is very good at holding in his laughter, so he may fool you into actually believing he actually isnât ticklish. Thatâs when you try his more sensitive areas and then the truth will unfold.
He might try to attack you or Chaos Control away when you start tickling him, so be careful! He usually fails to Chaos Control though, since itâs hard for him to do because of all the laughing and ticklish sensations getting in the way.
He will occasionally squeak or squeal when you tickle his more sensitive areas. Itâs an adorable sound to come out of a guy like him.
He CANNOT handle raspberries. Those get him WHEEZING.
His ears are a melt spot. Itâs a very pleasant sensation for him and he will start purring from hedgehog instincts if you start tickling them. Acknowledging it makes him super embarrassed.
Tickling his tail also makes him super embarrassed and he will yelp in embarrassment if you even touch it. He also might be mad at you.
If itâs from someone he trusts, he seems to secretly enjoy the tickling. He doesnât let it show though.
He will blush a lot if the laughter gets too loud.
He will deny it if you say his laughter is cute.
He will occasionally kick his feet around trying to buck you off like a bull, he usually fails.
Ler
He is rarely ever a Ler. He doesnât really know much about tickling people. Heâs only a Ler once someone tickles him. He never starts it.
But if he is a Ler, RUN. RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN. HIDE IN THE BEST HIDING SPOT YOU CAN FIND. HEâS COMING, AND HEâS COMING FAST.
He shows no mercy when he is a Ler. He will tickle you until you pass out or say sorry.
He will try to find your most sensitive spots, while teasing you all the way.
âWell, you know it was deserved. We should at least make it even~â
âYou mortals should know never to tickle me. Now this is your punishment.â
âWhatâs this? I found a sensitive area? GOOD.â
ââŠAm I doing this right? I donât know much about this tickling thing.â
âIâm not going to stop until you say that youâre sorry~â
He doesnât do much aftercare unless itâs for someone he trusts.
His method of aftercare is wrapping you in a warm blanket and serving you your favourite foods. He might also have a talk with you about why you shouldnât have tickled him while that happens.
And thatâs it! If you couldnât tell, Shadow is my favourite Sonic character and Iâm a HUGE simp for him. I also have a tickle addiction too so I always thought of the idea of Shadow being tickled. If that ever happens in the canon, I will be so happy. đ
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MY HEART (YANDERE NATASHA ROMANOFF ALICE IN WONDERLAND AU)
So, in this scenario, Natasha Romanoff is the Queen of Hearts from Alice in the Wonderland, and it's an AU thing, so hope you enjoy. And I am so sorry for disappearing for so long, I was busy with university tests and entrance exams and such but guess who's finally gotten into a business school? Yours truly is now an official university studentđ
I can imagine that when Natasha first sees you, she might think that you're weak and fragile. At least in the Wonderland AU
When she heard you talk, she was surprised. You were soft... docile and so... innocent and naive and she immediately knew that you were different. You didn't act scared around her even though she yelled 'OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!' at random moments. You piped up her interest and she thanked her lucky stars mentally that you weren't mad as the Mad Hatter or the March Hare or irritating as that darn Cheshire cat who seemed to have a fondness of singing nonsense at random times
She invited you to play croquet and when you told her that you didn't know how to play, she offered to show you. This surprised several of the guards since well... it's not everyday you see an angry woman who has random bursts of anger teaching a random girl how to play her favorite game. She handed you a bird that was fit for being the stick? (Lol I never played croquet so I have no idea what it's called sorry TvT). She swung the bird and the little hedgehog or puffball that she used as a ball started rolling around here and there and when the crowd erupted in cheers, you knew that she was victorious
Meanwhile you were having trouble with your own bird. It was being highly uncooperative and when it lifted your skirt up with it's beak, Natasha widened her eyes and turned away with a blush. Then she caught some of the guards staring at you and now she was angry and if you guys guessed that she was going to say 'OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!' you win a cookie! đȘ
She came close to you, put her arms around you that made you all flustered and she smirked. She found herself a new hobby, teasing you. She thought the way you blushed was so cute, now she had no intention of letting you go. EVER. And when you capture the Queen of Hearts Heart, you can be damn sure that she ain't gonna let go
You both played croquet for a while and you told the Queen that you had to find a way to go home. Natasha stared at you for a moment and narrowed her eyes, thinking of what to do to make you stay and then an idea popped in her head. Her lips twisted in a smirk and she asked you to follow her and she might have a way of helping you. Once you entered her castle's courtroom, she told you to wait there and she'd be back. She then came back with a cookie that had the words 'Eat me' on it and she told you to eat it. Your sweet, unsuspecting kind soul didn't think that what she gave you might end up being harmful for you but you were so innocent and naive and that's what the Queen of Hearts loved. A soft, innocent sweet and docile little thing like yourself who'll follow her orders without question and depend on her and ONLY HER
You soon started to feel dizzy and within a fraction of seconds, you were about to fall down but she caught you and embraced you. You murmured ''Wh-what's going on?' you groggily asked her and squirmed in her grasp. She just shushed you and told you to sleep and she called some of her guards to take you to a room for you to rest. You won't be leaving Wonderland anytime soon that's for sure and for once, she actually considered thanking the Cheshire Cat since if it were not for him, she would never have met YOU. Her HEART
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If I'm not bothering you then can you make a sonic exe x reader?
Where exe is able to leave and go back into the game anytime he wants and reader isn't scared of him at all after the first time they met
Then during a strong storm (no rain just strong winds and loud thunder) the whole house becomes black and exe tries to use that to his advantage to scare reader, with her famous chase around the house as reader is litting some candles on but of course he fails in scaring them so in the end they just end up cuddling together on the couch for the rest of the night
It's very simple it's just what I have on my mind for now sorry XD
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Note || thatâs fine! A very neat idea :>
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Sypnosis || Your a hard person to scare, he wonders how he can even deal with that. But soon enough he gives up on the idea.
The first time you had met him was the only time you truly were scared of your fluffy blue friend ridden with malice and lust for murder, though it was only upon those originally living in his world he had inflicted it upon. He thought it to be interesting to scare the hell out of you when your poor innocent soul came across his corrupted game.
Watching the way you panicked when trying to look for a way out for Tails was amusing, but when he had finally made his infamous appearance upon the screen. That was more amusing than anything, the way you screamed when he did.Â
Now utter confusion just simply fills him when he realizes you arenât as phased by his antics anymore, not even when he appears outside of the game in your house.
âWhat the hell?â He muttered when you continued playing various different routes of his game, he intentionally had created them on purpose to see if he could scare you again. Even then every time with your attempts to save Tails, Knuckles and even Eggman; you werenât scared anymore. Just only cursing when you mess up.
âDammit.â You curse under your breath when you're on one of the death routes, you kept forgetting about this specific one.Â
âNo no, no no-âÂ
The death screen appears, detailing the very specific death of your poor character. You wince in an apologetic manner for putting him through it again. âSorry, Iâm trying my best here.â He then decides to appear right next to you, swirls of glitches and blurriness permeating his arrival. Â
âOh hey!â You said, noticing him from the corner of your eye.
âHow are you not afraid?â He interjects in a curious yet amused tone, sincerely he was curious to know how you can maintain such a calm and ready manner even while playing. The demonic hedgehog floats around you from behind, while he was albeit rude and murderous at times, he wasnât about to break your concentration.Â
âI dunno?â You shrug, before adding on, âI got used to it I guess.â He raises a brow, seemingly confused with the answer you gave. But only with humans could they actually answer this way, it would only make sense, he concludes. For a few moments he blinks, giving you an incredulous look nonetheless.Â
âI see.â
Then he disappears into the air, leaving you alone in your own company once more. You were actually getting used to the bloody hedgehog, in a way. You wonder if he will come back around at all once again. âToo bad.â You shrug, turning your attention completely back on the game. You wanted to see what else you could find while you still were in the game, you thought he was interesting for even creating more routes.
You know this because you remember them all not being there near the beginning, since your first official meeting with the self-proclaimed god.Â
âAlright Knuckles, let's see if I can do a better job with you.â You pause in your gait, feeling a little hopeless for continually failing them multiple times in a row. You wonder if you should just actually stop playing the game altogether, you caused them enough pain.Â
âAm I actually causing them pain? They arenât even real.â You thought to yourself, but this wasnât anything new to you. You often just played games for fun, this one in particular wasnât any different, even if it was a corrupted game file.Â
You didnât know what to do, but just searched far and wide â as extensively as possible. You grew up with them sort of, they were your childhood imaginary friends. There for you so that you didnât feel so alone at recess, in school or just anywhere in general. Popularity was not your most dominant trait growing up, especially not now.Â
But they were your friends, so was he.Â
â
The whole storm threw you completely off guard, you just wanted to go back home. You got yourself caught in the middle of it when you dropped off something at a friendâs, you certainly didnât expect it least of all during your way back home. But you were close to being there, that was the fortunate part of it.Â
âCrap-â A strong wind nearly threw you off course, but you immediately corrected yourself and got back on track. Your house was appearing in view, finally you could pull back into the driveway.Â
Once in the driveway, you turned your car off and opened the door, you suddenly got the wind knocked out of you when you left the car. You heaved as you caught your breath, trying your best to close the door then ran straight for the door. Even in the midst of it all, you were surprised that you managed to find your way back in the dark.Â
The loud sounds of all the thunder didnât help you though.
You yelped as another loud sound of crackling thunder resounded in your ears, this certainly by no means was a normal storm. This was a very harsh storm, you had to get inside.
âC-Come on,â You shook in the cold outside, fiddling with your key to unlock the door. It was a struggle that demanded concentration and patience, nothing of which you really had right now. âSonuva- ugh.â Your lips pursed in tight posterity as you finally succeeded in unlocking the door.Â
It made you question why you shouldnât have just gotten one of those security locks, or even the padlocks wouldâve just worked fine and dandy.Â
You look around at your familiar house, finding the usual safety and comfort in it. Only problem being, the whole house was smothered in darkness. You couldâve sworn you left at least some lights on, you were aware you usually forget to turn them off before you leave, but they really would help in your predicament right now.
Your feet were light, you creeped around the house as if you were afraid something would suddenly jump out at you from beyond the dark. Sometimes you werenât afraid of the dark, other times you were very afraid of the damned dark. Something flickered in the corner of your peripherals, causing you to jump.Â
It felt like the ligament holding your eyes tightly in their sockets will just fall out from the way they had nearly bulged that far out.Â
âJesus christ-â
Only a few minutes had passed now, successfully lighting a few candles around the house. You definitely felt more comfortable and less afraid now. Suddenly you could hear a few thumps resound from behind you, you looked behind your shoulder to see it was him.Â
âRUN.â
You absolutely didnât need to be told twice, not when he was feeling particularly murderous right now. Dying this young was not on your bucket list, you took off and immediately grabbed the lighter to begin lighting every other candle in the house.Â
Still, he had spoken while he chased you, âYou're fast! Not bad at all.â You could hear that bone-chilling laugh echo throughout the halls. Still, you didnât allow yourself to falter.Â
NOPE, NOPE, NOPEâ
You find yourself at the last candle you could find, and light it. You turn around to see the bloody hedgehog standing behind you, no longer possessing a âgod-fearingâ appearance. He just looked innocent and rather small compared to you.Â
He huffs and sighs, shoulders relenting in defeat. âYou're impossible, you little gnat.â At his words, you chuckle and nod, crossing your arms with a tilt of your head, âSo Iâve been told, canât scare me easily with all this light now can you?â You stuck your tongue out when you finished speaking.Â
âI suppose not.â He snaps with a very clearly annoyed disposition, legs folding into a crossed sitting position while his elbow laid to rest for him to rest his cheek on the palm of his hand. His other one tapped the end of his knee on his other leg.Â
You shot a glare at the demon-possessed hedgehog, âWell donât be like that, we could just maybe be cuddle buddies instead?â
One of his ears flicker at the possible insinuation in your offer, brows furrowing as he replied, âWhat kind of a ridiculous demand is that?â
Your head rolls around as if you were trying to bite back some sort of desperation spilling from your words, you inhale, mouth opened as you attempt to speak. Then you close your mouth, lips pursing in a bout of self-defeat.Â
He notices this, his ears falling flat as he sighs. Voice glitching with a bout of nervousness, âGet on the couch.â
You let out a squeak of excitement, not having to wait for him to repeat it again you had already made your way there. You patted the cushion seat beside you, wanting not to wait another second. He wonders to himself why he even agreed to this in the first place, he wasnât like this to anyone else who played his game.
So why do you seem so different? You were just another possibility of a victim.
But he gives in, climbing onto the couch with you.
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Uncontrolled Chaos: Chapter 26
Notes: I want to apologize for the wait. Those who keep up with me on tumblr already know, but for those who don't, my beloved pet hedgehog passed away earlier this week. This has put me in quite a mentally dizzying place, and sitting down to focus on writing is difficult currently. Between this and upcoming holidays, I have struggled with putting any real effort into my writing. Which sucks, and I apologize. I hope to be back to normal soon, but I do struggle with depression and anxiety. So recovering from things like death has always been hard for me since my mind's go-to is to go numb. Maybe the Sonic movie will cheer me up. Either way, I do hope to have at least a few more chapters of Uncontrolled Chaos out before the holidays as well as a new addition to the Courtship Series. Thank you to everyone who has been patient with me. Sorry if this chapter has errors or seems down. I do admittedly think my mental state likely leaked into the writing, sadly. But I won't be posting another one if I'm not happy with it, so hopefully the next will be better! Love you all!
Summary: Sonic regrets his honesty with Shads from the night before.
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Sonic wakes up to his head throbbing and his neck feeling tense and achy. Groaning quietly at the unpleasant feelings, he rolls onto his back to open his eyes up at the ceiling. Lifting his gloved fists to rub at his eyes, he yawns heavy and sighs after as he tries to process what happened last night and why he isnât in his room.
Right.
Rouge stayed the night.
Amy arrived and did the same.
He and Shads shared the guest room..
Him and Shads shared the guest roomâ
Sonic quickly sits up, eyes wide as he looks to the spot Shadow was suppose to be sleeping in beside him. Itâs empty. Bed neatly made on that side only with the covers tucked under the mattress and the pillow fluffed and laying in its spot against the wall.Â
Shit. Theyâthey talked last night, didnât they??? Sonicâs stupid exhaustion got him all honest and fuzzy and dumb and he said too much.
He told him about the inhibitor ring.
A stroke of panic settles over Sonic as his hands reach back frantically to search for it in his quills. Nowhere. He canât feel it in its usual place nor anywhere else inside his messy bedhead. He canât lose that, Shads canât take it from him, heâhe needs that, itâs Shadowâs! Itâs his reminder that Shadow will come back! That Sonic wonât lose himâ
His eyes catch a glimpse of a sparkle in the corners of them, immediately turning his head to see the inhibitor ring settled safely on the nightstand next to his side of the bed.. gleaming in the morning light pouring through the window.
Relief washes over the blue blur, reaching for it a bit shakily before curling his fingers around it. Delicate at first, and then gripping it with a vice. He closes his eyes and holds it to his chest with knitted brows as he calms his pounding heart.
Thereâs no reason for this to make him as upset as it did.. thereâs no reason for Sonic to be so damn attached to Shadow so suddenly..
Except itâs not really sudden, is it??
Sonic has always wanted to be near Shadow. Ever since they met, Sonic hasâ as he was explaining to Shads just last nightâ felt connected to him. Heâs simply never known how to express it.. especially with Shadow always acting as though Sonic is such a pain to be around..
Every time Sonic has come across Shadow, the hero stuck around. Whether it be to see how heâs doing or to banter with him or even battle.. he just-.. he wants to be around him. Any of his attention, good or bad. Heâll take what he can get.
Geez, heâs really getting how Amy felt back when she was young and had a crush on himâ
Yaâknow what?? That was a weird thing to think! Because Sonic definitely doesnât have a crush on Shadow! Ugh! Gross! Itâs a brother thing! Yup!
Once heâs calmed himself down, he opens his eyes to look the inhibitor ring over a moment. Mind thoughtless but yet so full at the same time. Unable to process any of it due to being a bit overwhelmed.
He tucks it back into his quills and moves to get up from the bed, sliding his socked feet into his shoes and heading towards the bedroom door.
Opening the door, his ear twitches at the sound of quietly talking and giggles from downstairs. Familiar ones. Amyâs. She must be up already. Not a shock, sheâs always been a morning person. He glances down the hall to see Rougeâs room is still shut. Likely sleeping in some since they canât really get started without Knuckles and Tails here to help anyway. Plus, bats tend to be more evening and night Mobians than morning ones. Walking down the stairs, he smells both coffee and tea as well as what he thinks is bacon.. and eggs.
His stomach growls in response, yawning again as he hops down from the bottom step and peeks into the living room to see Amy and Shadow both speaking low to one another as to not wake anyone up. Amy is all kinds of giddy about whatever Shads is talking about, Shadow smiling and seeming amused at her reaction. He also just seems so⊠comforted by her. In a way he hasnât been with anyone else. He imagines sheâs the most familiar thing heâs crossed in this world given Amy is kind to anyone in every world. While Shadowâs relationship with Rouge and Sonic seems drastically different in each world, his relationship with Amy seems relatively consistent.
His stomach does give an uncomfortable flip, though. The way it always does when he sees his own Shadow and Amy together.
Not jealous.
Envious..Â
Despite this, Sonic decides not to interrupt them for now, let them have some time together to decompress before things get crazy.
Instead, the hero moves into the kitchen across the hall, following his nose to find two bacon and egg omelettes hidden in the microwave. He assumes they were saved for him and Rouge, so he pulls one out and leaves the other for the bat. Closing the microwave, he then moves to grab himself some of the tea remaining in a little kettle. Amy likely made it since sheâs a tea-person. Shadow is definitely the one who made the coffee. Rouge will probably finish it off when she wakes up. The few times Sonic has ran into Shadow in public places, itâs often in coffee shops. Shadow getting him and Rougeâs coffee order on his lunch break only to return to work at GUN after.Â
Pouring him some tea and adding some sugar, he hops up to sit himself on the counter by the window and watch the birds flutter about and the clouds pass as he enjoys his quiet breakfast. As much as heâs hated being alone since his friends left, he has grown accustom to quiet mornings to just.. take in the new day. The sky seems pretty clear, big fluffy white clouds speckled here and there. No signs of rain. And the glass feels warm when Sonic presses his arm against it, so itâs likely a relatively toasty day. Good. Maybe Sonic can sneak a run in before they really get started on all this. Clear his head some after last night..
He wasnât really ready to face Shads after falling apart on him like that. Having a panic attack in front of someone you just met doesnât exactly scream âheroâ. Wouldnât be surprised if Shads decides Sonic is too mentally unwell and needs to sit this whole adventure out.
Hellïżœïżœïżœ if Sonic was real honest with himself, he may actually agree.Â
He hasnât been doing too well for awhile. And Starfall Islands just seemed to highlight all of his baggage. But he kept a good mask on for his friends.. even if that wasnât exactly the most healthy decision either.Â
Maybe Shads was right. Maybe he should open up to them all some more so he didnât trauma dump on the first person who hops into their dimension and asks if heâs okay.
Then again, if it ainât broke, donât fix it, right?? And no one has really seemed to take much notice in him being a bit more off than usual. Sure they all left him to find their own journeys or whatever, but they still considered him their hero. Their leader..
He couldnât do anything to dampen that..
He had a duty, a title to uphold. Â
So he decides then and there to be stronger. Better. The exact opposite of everything Shads has been trying to tell him. Because maybe if his friends come back and see him back to his normal, heroic and carefree self, they wonât want to leave him..
âTea good?âÂ
Sonicâs eyes widen a bit as his head whips around to see Shadow standing there eyeing him. And the look on the hybridâs face.. itâs like he can read Sonicâs mind. Thereâs slight disapprovement in his gaze, worry clear.. how he eyes Sonic as if heâs taking in his every thought and can read him like an open book. And maybe he can? He does know his Sonic better in his world. Perhaps heâs picked up on some of Sonicâs mannerisms.
Either way, Sonic does what he does best and puts on a smile and nods, âYup! Really hits the spot in the morning.â
âMm,â the hybrid hums, walking closer to pick up the coffee pot and pour more into his mug. His eyes never leave Sonic.
ââŠSleep well?â
âLike a baby,â the hero replies, trying not to cringe at his choice of words considering he practically overwhelmed himself to sleep last night.
âGood,â Shadow places the coffee pot back down, lifting his mug to take a sip as he eyes Sonic, ââŠAre you doing alright afterââ
âSo Amy forcing you to tell her all the deets of your world??â Sonic interrupts, not wanting the conversation to go where he knows Shads was leading it.
Shadow doesnât answer for a moment, a heavy sigh escaping his nose as if heâs tired or disappointed or something only to then nod and offer a tiny smile, âYes, very much so.â
âShame Iâm missing it,â Sonic smirks as he pushes himself off the counter to place his now empty teacup and plate in the sink, âIâm sure sheâs totally enthralled by your stories, though.â
âShe is,â Shadow nods, seeming to try and smile but itâs not reaching his eyes, â..itâs nice having someone whose relationship with me is relatively the same.â
âI figured,â Sonic smiles understandingly, âItâs why I didnât want to interrupt..â
âYou sure itâs not because you were avoiding last night??â
Sonicâs smile disappears. Shadowâs does too.
They stare at each other a long moment, Sonicâs brows furrowing a bit at being called out and Shadowâs knitting up in concern for Sonicâs obvious avoidance..
ââŠIâm gonna go for a run,â Sonic eventually says, turning to leave only to feel a hand suddenly wrap around his elbow to stop him.
âDonât,â Shadowâs voice is quiet. Pleading. ââŠStop running..â
Sonicâs ears bend back at this, keeping his back to Shadow as heâs unable to meet his gaze in that moment. Scared of what he might find..
Scared of how much this Shadow knows him..Â
And all because his Sonic looked for himâ
âOh! Sonic, youâre awake!â Amyâs voice comes bright and cheery as she enters the kitchen only to pause at the obvious tension and eye the way Shadow is holding onto Sonic.
Shadow immediately lets Sonic go, frowning as he takes a step away from him. Sonicâs eyes meet Amyâs and Amy raises a brow at the two.
â..Everything okay??â
Shadow doesnât answer. And Sonic knows heâs waiting to see what Sonicâs response is. If itâs honest.
Itâs not.
âYeah!â the hero chimes with a grin, moving to wrap an arm around her and squeeze her up against his side, âJust was about to head out for a run is all. You and Shads catch up??â
Amy eyes Sonic suspiciously but seems to let it slide for now, smiling in response as her own grin turns mischievous, âOh yes.. we definitely did..â
Sonic blinks at that, looking at her devilishly knowing look and then to Shads who has his arms crossed and a smirk on his face, shaking his head at the pink hedgehog.Â
âDo I wanna know??â Sonic asks with a nervous little chuckle.
âI think Iâd rather just watch how this one plays out,â Amy teases with a wink to Shads before looking back to Sonic, âBut you said you were going for a run?â
Sonic, too, letâs it slide.. not wanting even more on his mind than is already there, âYeah! Just a quick one. Figure Iâll get it in before Rouge gets up and we get this party rolling.â
âAre Knuckles and Tails both coming back??â Amy questions with a hopeful tilt of her head.
âYup! Gangs gonna be all back together,â Sonic grins enthusiastically to which Amy bounces on her toes excitedly.
âOh yay yay yay! Iâve missed you all so much! Weâll get this whole thing fixed in no time with everyone together,â she assures, moving from Sonicâs grip to the counter to refill her tea.
She doesnât see the way Sonicâs smile twitches downward just slightly at that thought..
But Shadow does.
Shadow sees right through him..
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The Man Out of Time [A ShadAmy and Silver Story]: Chapter 1
Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Amy Rose
Description: It has been seven years of peace following the grueling war with Eggman and his army. Though it took time to rebuild what they have lost, life for the Freedom Fighters could not be better. Whether it's finding love or trying to run from their past, celebrating post-war times has been different for each of them.
All is well until a silver hedgehog comes knocking on Amy Rose's door to deliver the tragic news about an incredible force that seems to be the cause of the future's destruction.
Will anyone believe the mysterious hedgehog's cry for help? Or will he be left to fight for his future alone? Read to find out!
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2.1k
POV: Amy Rose
!! I do not own any of the art/gifs/borders used in my chapters. All credits to the rightful owners !!
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I squinted my eyes as the unbarring, golden light of the sun shone in my face. I groaned and let out a small yawn and turned my back to the light before I blinded myself.Â
"Ugh, there goes my eight hours of sleep," I affirmed to myself as I relentlessly arose from my bed and rubbed my eyes. "What else could go wrong today?"
Today was yet another failed, semi-sleepless night for me. Recently, I have been having a lot of those because of restless nights filled with flashbacks and nightmares about my past.
About...him.
He has been the one plaguing the back of my mind for the last 10 years since the day he left me without a single goodbye. As much I tried to push the memory of his sudden disappearance, I couldn't help but wonder about the reason behind his sudden abandonment of me. Why did he leave me when he knew he was the only one I had left? The only thing I had left of the mess I call a family.
I looked to my right, my phone was still ringing.Â
'If you hadn't interrupted me, how would I have laid awake here? What else what I have dreamed about?'
I shook my head, and when the phone stopped vibrating, I saw that Sonic had called me 9 times.Â
'Oh no! The get-together! I completely forgot!' I reached for my phone and nearly melted into my bed when I saw I still had an hour to get ready. 'I still have time!'
 I jerked up when my phone started to ring again. Sonic's name and photo shined in my face and I quickly answered it.
"Morning Ames," Sonic's usual friendly voice flooded the phone. "You're still pulling through, right?"
"Yeah, sorry, I was busy with something! Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything is more than okay. Cream and Tails just showed, it was weird not seeing you with them. I thought it was a good idea to check up in with you."
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine, sorry I was busy this morning, but I'll be there soon!"
"Okay, take your time, see you then!"
"Bye!" I exclaimed and hung up before he could say anything in return. Sonic's house is 10 minutes walk from mine, so I need all the time I can get. "I need to get ready, fast!"
I rushed to my closet and began to change out of my nightwear and into a fresh, cherry red dress along with a cool-toned peach blazer. I took a brief second to check myself in the mirror, and I realized the pure tiredness on my face. I was much paler than usual, and I had deep, dark bags under my eyes that not even concealer could fix. I knew my friends were bound to bring it up, and I had no excuse for it, and there was no way I was going to tell them the truth. I sighed, mentally preparing myself for what to come and dashed out the door, almost tripping as I tried to close it, making sure it was locked and secure.Â
The view of the clear blue sky and the feel of the fresh, cold Autumn air were the first things to greet me as I walked down from my doorstep to the sidewalk. As I walked, I was sure to take in the rest of the lovely nature that surrounded me. I watched with a smile as the birds chirped in peach and cherry trees, and colorful butterflies fluttered around bushes and flowers. It was certainly an unusual step up from the wasteland the world used to be. Just remembering the grey skies and dead plants that once filled this, beautiful world made me shudder and cringe at the very thought of having to re-live it. I speed up my pace when I saw Sonic's house in the distance.
"He sounded really excited on the phone, I wonder what this party is about!" I giggled to myself, letting my mind race at the number of things Sonic could be so ecstatic about. Then again, I give the man to much credit. One time he called me, full-on crying, because his girlfriend Sally never tried a chilly dog. "I swear if this is about a hot dog or something stupid like that..." I felt my eye twitch in annoyance as my voice trailed off. "I will leave if it is something stupid as that again."
I approached his doorstep and walked close to the light slate door to give it a soft knock. I heard loud footsteps approach, and the sudden opening of the door made me take a step back and squeak in surprise.
"Amy!" Sonic's loud voice greeted me as he engulfed me in a bear hug. I hugged him back and quietly said hello to him. He pulled back and smiled at me. "Come in, the rest of the gang already here!"Â
Sonic rushed inside his house, and I slowly followed in suit, closing the door behind me. A quick rush of anxiety filled my body when I saw all my friends in Sonic's living room, talking amongst themselves. It's been about a month since I have seen or spoken to any of my friends, mostly due to my own anxiety of telling anyone of them about him.
I felt as everyone's eyes fell on me, and I awkwardly gave a small wave as I approached them.Â
"Good morning, everybody!" I heard a union of 'morning' greetings and warm smiles from my friends. Cream, Cheese, and Rouge got up from where they were sitting to come and greet me. 'So far, so good!'
"Amy! It's so great to see you again!" Cream squealed as she and Cheese embraced me. "Chao Chao!"Â
I smiled and hugged her tightly, a wave of sadness hit me slightly, I really did miss her warm, honey-sweet voice.
"Hey hun, don't forget about me!" I gently unwrap my arms from Cream to greet Rouge, who I also missed in the past month. She hugged me tightly and swung me from side to side a little. "Ah, I missed you girl, where have you been?" I felt my body stiffen as she asked me that. My mind seemed to go blank as I let out an unsure 'uh' from my mouth. Rouge let go of me and clasped her hands on my cheeks to examen my face. "Hun, are you okay? You look tired."Â
I averted my eyes from her concerned gaze and took a step back. The room grew quiet, and the anxiety in me rose once more. The feeling of everyone's eyes burning holes into me drove me mad.
"Yeah, I'm fine!" I flashed a fake, reassuring smile and gave out an exhausted laugh. "Don't worry about me. I just didn't get enough sleep last night, that's all."
"Are you sure nothing is wrong, Amy? You can always talk to us, we are your friends," I looked at Cream nervously and lightly sighed. "We care about you."
"I know Cream. I just couldn't sleep, I swear." I shut my eyes, pleading for this interrogation to stop. "You know I'm a terrible liar."
'Smooth way to out yourself as a good liar.'
"Well, if you say so, hun. We just worry, okay?" Rouge reassured me in a calming tone. "Can you blame us for asking? It's been a while since any of us have seen you in person."
"I'm going to head to the restroom, I'll be back in a second."Â
"Sally and Sonic made breakfast, I'll fix you a plate, okay hun?"
"Thanks Rouge, I'll only be a bit!"
I gave the two girls a smile before excusing myself and headed in the direction of Sonic's bathroom. I felt as if my heart was going to erupt from the pent up frustration of not being able to express myself openly in front of my own friends.
"Rose."Â
The sound of that name startled me. I knew only one person who called me that.
"Shadow! Good morning, sorry, I didn't see you, I assumed you had passed off on this offer."
Shadow was reclining against a blue slate wall. He was only inches away from the doorway that lead to the bathroom and other rooms in the house. His eyes were shut, and he looked relaxed from what I could see.Â
"It seemed important to him," I smiled a bit, wanting to laugh. Shadow has a mind of his own, only showing up when he wants to, or if he needs too. "He also wouldn't shut up about it."
'So that's the real reason.'
"Y-yeah, I wonder what it could be. I imagine something important if he was pestering you so much about it."
"I suppose."
I stood there for a second, just staring over him. Last time I saw Shadow, I was having lunch with him. It was the anniversary of Maria's death. He doesn't usually like to be alone on those days. Â
I felt something pang in my lower abdomen. I remember why I was near this doorway now.
"S-sorry, give me one second."
I rushed into the bathroom and quickly when to relieve myself. When I was done, I went to wash my hands. Suddenly, I felt sweaty while I thought of my conversation with Shadow.
'Did he seem mad? He wasn't talking to much when I saw him.' I shut off the water, and when to dry my hands with the towel hanging beside the sink. 'No, why would he be mad. I haven't even seen him all this month. What is there to be mad about?'Â
I sighed , gripping onto the edges of the sink.
'Why am I so bad at this?'
I shook my head. I needed to calm down. Rouge and Cream where waiting for me outside.
'I'll worry about it later. Shadow's probably talking with everyone else by now. He won't be there when I get out anyway. There is nothing to worry about!'
I shut the light off and, with a shaky hand, unlocked the door. When I opened it, I was relieved to see no one was there.
'Nothing to worry about!'
"I know you're lying."
The words surged through my body like piercing electricity. Shadow was in the exact same place as he was before. His eyes were still shut, his stance hadn't changed a bit. Which wasn't surprising. I hadn't been away for too long. Still, it was out of character for him to say something like that to me.
'He seems to care about what I'm feeling. We've had out small moments in the past. I wouldn't expect for him to confront me about this like this.'
I smiled at him nervously. I would hope he'd assume I'm awkward rather than anxiously trying to hid what was really going wrong in my life.Â
"Don't avoid the obvious, Rose. I know you're not telling us something. You've been gone for well over a month without any explanation or contact with anyone, and when you do suddenly appear, you look frail, drained, and exhausted. Something isn't right."Â
I stood there in troubled awe.
'How was he able to read me so well?'
A cold shiver of fear erupted in my body as a tear slide down my cheek. I attempted to laugh it off to get him off my tail but obviously failed miserably as more tears escaped my eyes. I quickly looked away from him when I felt his piercing stares. The stares of people always made me anxious, no matter how many times I try to ignore it, it always makes me feel nervous. I squeezed my eyes shut, preparing myself to walk away from him to not further embarrass myself when I felt something warm wrap around me tightly.
'Was Shadow...hugging me?'
I gained the courage to open my eyes and was met with my face near a tuft of white fur and arms place softly on my waist. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks and the pounding of my heart in my chest, but not out of anxiety, but out of giddy nervousness.
"No more tears, Rose, talk to me after. Please."Â
With wide eyes, I nodded and slowly released myself out of his grip. Rouge and Cream looked at me and tilted there heads a bit.
"Are you okay?" Rouge handed a plate of pancakes topped with whipped cream and colorful berries to Amy, who set it down on her lap. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Or worse."
"No, I'm okay," Cream handed her a fork. "Thanks girls, I'm just hungry."
'He's right,' Amy shoveled a pieces of berries and whipped cream into her mouth. 'I'm a liar.'
#amy rose#shadow the hedgehog#silver the hedgehog#sonic fanfiction#shadamy#time travel#sonic the hedgehog#sally acorn#sonally#rouge the bat#knuckles the echidna#knuxouge#manic the hedgehog#sonia the hedgehog#manourge#miles tails prower#tails the fox#cream the rabbit#taiream#vector the crocodile#espio the chameleon#mighty the armadillo#charmy bee#team chaotix#espio x mighty
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confused and annoyed (it's all i find i think about)
summary: they may be unversed in the ways of romance, but they're sure as hell trying
tags: fluff, love confessions, they r dumbasses, shadow watches naruto
authors note: i blame the reinvigoration of my longtime sonic interest on @ohposhers go look at his art, it fucks severely. n e ways, title from a chemlab song, hope ya'll enjoy.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/57788908
"You like him," Rouge sing songed as she trailed Shadow through the halls.
"Shut up," Shadow answered with, ears flattening to his head as he spoke.
Rouge just laughed to herself, "Alright, I can leave you be."
Shadow waved her off, "Yeah, sure, go ahead."
"Oh? I've really hit a pressure point this time." There's almost a cackle in the way Rouge laughs, a threat on her saccharine smirk.
"Nuh uh!"
"Yeah huh."
She's off before Shadow can swivel around to stop her from leaving, unable to swear her to silence on the matter. Sure, he knows that their trust runs too deep for her to just gossip the topic without any finesse. But something in the pit of his stomach says otherwise.
She's so gonna snitch on him for having a dumb heart, isn't she?
-/-/-/-
"No? Really?" Sonic asked eagerly, leaning in to be closer to his friend.
Knuckles gave a huff, "What about it?"
"Him though? Of all Mobians?" Sonic doubled down with.
"Like you're any better."
Sonic shrugged, "I can't give you any advice if you want Shadow thee Hedgehog, Ultimate Lifeform, mega full of himself-"
"He's not though," Knuckles said, just quiet enough that Sonic would barely hear, "Once you get to know him he's pretty nice."
Sonic's ears flicked back as Knuckles spoke, "Ohhhh, so you're really close with him. I see how it is."
"Get your head out of the gutter, Sonic!" Knuckles snapped back, red painting his muzzle at the notions.
"Sure thang, Knux! But really though, I gotta skedaddle," Sonic said.
"Don't you dare tell anyone!"
Sonic's already darting off at a considerably slower pace than usual as Knuckles speaks, to make sure he hears maybe. Knuckles doesn't bother chasing after him, he's too fast to effectively catch up in time before he's off on a mission or chatting with someone else. He better not fucking gossip about this with anyone else.
Would he�
Knuckles shakes the thought from his head and grabs a new focus; find Tails for a ride back up to Angel Island.
-/-/-/-
Shadow doesn't sleep that night.
Instead he ruminates.
He watches his dumb ninja anime that Tails said he'd probably enjoy, something about losing everything they love for vengeance and struggling to be seen as more than a monster. He'd made it in about, oh, thirty episodes? Around thirty episodes before he started feeling feels about it.
Naw man he fucking gets it. He'll have to ask the kid for more recommendations.
He heads out to the kitchenette to grab some more snacks because he ran out and he's thirsty. He finds Rouge leaned on the counter sipping a cup of coffee, decaf he presumes, she raises a brow as she stares at him.
"Hi, Rouge," Shadow begins as he reaches for a cupboard to grab a packet of microwave popcorn.
"Turn down your tv, if I have to hear that 'of the sand' guy screech one more time I'm gonna lose my mind," Rouge said bluntly.
Shadow cringes a bit at being caught up so late watching anime. He flicks on the tap to get some water, "Sorry."
"I thought you'd be up blasting your favorite emo bands if I'm being real."
"They're not emo-"
"I know, I'm just fuckin' with ya. I didn't expect you to be over it so soon though."
"Over what?"
"Me making off like I was gonna gossip about your big fat crush on Knuckles."
"You did, didn't you?" Shadow just sighed, word would come out sooner, and it's too late in the night to effectively track them down. Also, he wants to get back to watching his show.
"Uh, no? Nobody was bartering me any gems for the intel," Rouge answered with, "C'mon, how much of a bitch do you take me for?"
Shadow shrugged.
"I did get something for you though."
"You did?"
"Ice cream."
"Ice cream�"
Rouge placed down her mug to swing open the freezer, "Yep! Wasn't sure how broody you'd be, it's your favourite flavour- Tiger Tail."
"Thanks," Shadow said quietly, sliding his popcorn into the microwave.
"I got you one other thing too," Rouge said, there's that sly grin on her face.
Shadow raises a cautious brow, "What did you get�"
"A bunch of grapes! They're Knuckles favourite, hand 'em over when you confess!"
"Confess? I just realized it was a crush, Rouge."
"Oh I know, but it's good to have a plan!"
-/-/-/-
Knuckles spends the following days not exactly terraforming his island, but definitely doing some terrain work. Mostly punching trees, invasive species he'd imagine. But really, he just needs to blow off some steam.
Is steam the right word?
He's just working through the motions.
Chaos, why is everything so hard to make sense of? Is it love? Is it friendship? Or does he just really adore Shadow, because who wouldn't? He's so cool, he can't blame himself for feeling so messed up over all of this.
But he does.
His paws hurt when he watches the wood of a pine tree splinter and crumble under the force behind each movement. Swift and forceful. Each time he launches his fist at the wood he wonders how long it'll take before he starts to tear away like that. Just fall apart and collapse like it's doing right now.
With a loud crash it hits the dirt and he's panting as he falls back onto the dirt, staring up at the clouds.
He needs to head back to the emerald.
-/-/-/-
Shadow is waiting for him, just sitting against the stand that the gemstone is propped on. Knuckles sits down near him, not quite next to him, but close enough to count.
Neither of them speak for a long time.
Neither of them want to speak- the silence is like a second home.
Eventually Shadow 'breaks' the silence, shatters the stillness, he holds out a hand. Not a lot, not actively reaching for Knuckles. But his paw rests at the mid point between the both of them, palm down on the pseudo-concrete.
Knuckles doesn't move right away, didn't expect either of them to move. He expected this to be another sit down on the island and stare at the sky for hours before Shadow wordlessly leaves kind of thing. He still tentatively reaches out to meet Shadow's paw with his own.
Again, the stillness stagnates like that of a pond. Beautiful things can propagate in stillness and quiet, Knuckles doubts this'll be an example in the same way the lotus flower is an example.
He doesn't speak, neither does Shadow.
He's more focused on the contact, paw to paw. Covered by a glove, but still sparking like electric currents.
Clouds drift, the sun starts to fade. It's nice. It's quiet and tense and tender all at once but it's nice. Usually contact this close comes with sparring, which is another type of contact that they both enjoy.
"I like this," Shadow said, voice quiet. Somewhat out of fear that he'd ruin the moment if he spoke too loud.
Knuckles nodded, "Yeah."
"This whole love confession thing is dumb as balls," Shadow said bluntly, snatching away his hand only to hold his head in both with a groan.
"I couldn't agree more," Knuckles answered with.
"Can we just say that we both mutually like each other and call it a day? I don't have the capacity or experience to take you on a nice dinner date."
"Sounds good to me."
"Okay, okay great- that actually wasn't too bad."
"Speak for yourself, I was dying."
"Agreed."
"So, now that it's out in the open, wanna go spar?"
"Oh hell yeah."
#sth#sth fanfic#knuxadow#shadow x knuckles#knuckles x shadow#knuckles the echidna#shadow the hedgehog#writing#fanfic#fanfiction
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goddamn how many bodyguards do you have
And
who ordered the 'depressing backstory'?
bodyguards;
Tails could feel his nervousness shoot through the roof as he followed Sonic to the field, one of his paws tightly gripping the metal bat the hedgehog told him to hold to keep him from picking at his fur as the other squeezed the olderâs paw. Tom and Maddie had decided that it'd be good for Tails to attend Sonic's practice today. It'd give him a chance to socialize with other kids without being too overwhelmed by it since they'll be more focused on practicing. And while he didn't distrust the humans, he couldn't help but disagree. Being surrounded by a group of teenagers never ended well for him. He's fairly sure he's got some lasting marks to prove it, too. But the adults have done nothing but show him love and kindness, he didn't want to go against their wishes. âHey guys!â Sonic greeted with a wide smile, using the paw that wasn't holding onto the fox to wave at his baseball team. He got a few different greetings from his teammates in response, âMy little bro is gonna watch us today.â Tailsâ ears pressed against his head when he was addressed, his cheeks flushing as he hid behind the hedgehog. He was still getting used to the title of being Sonic's brother, it felt like a dream. âFinally!â One of the boys with brown hair, green eyes, and pale skin groaned, placing a hand on his hip as he gave Sonic a frown, âWe've only been asking you to bring him for, like, forever!â âAustinâs right!â A girl with much darker skin said, standing up from where she had been sitting on the ground. The beads in her braided hair clinked together as she ran up to the mobians. âWeâve been waiting for him!â Tails squeaked quietly as Sonic laughed, âHe wasnât ready to come yet, Aniyah. He just got here a few months ago.â He explained, letting go of the fox's paw to pull him into a side hug.
this fic is basically me taking my brother's old baseball team and making them sonic's lmao
backstory:
Sonic nearly jumped out of his skin when he turned and came face to face with the little fox. He had just been up on the crowâs nest, how was he so silent? Sails didn't look at him though. His eyes were staring at the deck of the Angelâs Voyage, âYe want me tale, don't ya?â He asked, almost too quiet for the hedgehog to hear him. âHuh?â Sonic blinked at the fox dumbfounded. It had only been an hour or so since their last interaction and the kit was obviously not in the mood to share his story any time soon. What changed? âI..â The fox trailed off. His cheeks flushed red in what the older assumed was embarrassment before he turned to face the sea instead, âI'm sorry.â âFor what?â Sonic didn't think the kid needed to apologize for anything. âFor gettinâ agro with ye.â Sails grumbled, one of his tails raising so he could pick at the fur on it. âRose and I talked, andââ âSails, no,â The teen interrupted the younger, shaking his head, âYou're right to be upset with me. I pushed you too much. I'm sorryâ The kit looked up at him at that, blinking in surprise at the apology. He wasn't used to people saying sorry when they upset him. âWhatever.â Sails said, shaking his head and looking away once again, âDo ye want me tale or not?" "Only if you want to tell it." Sonic smiled at the fox despite knowing the kid wasn't looking at him. âIt's your choice, kiddo.â The fox turned to glare at him at the nickname, âDon't call me that.â The hedgehog quickly nodded and raised his hands in a surrender, âAlright, alright. No nicknames, got it.â
finally revealing who's getting the depressing backstory lmao
i wanted to play around with the prime tails trio's past and this is sails's. i have gone into mangey and nine's too much just yet, but they'll get there own trauma <3
#sonic the hedgehog#miles tails prower#sth#tails the fox#sonic#wip fic#whitecatindisguise#myyanswers
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hii, hope youâre having a good day or night, whatever timezone youâre in^^
can you do tamarack with an mc whoâs more like blunt and closed off, sometimes aggressive with others (aside from tamarack)? if you write for step 2 thatâd be great, but step 1 is also fine :) have a lovely day ^^
Blunt and closed off with everyone aside for Tamarack gn!MC Ă Tamarack Baumann ê
step 2.
amount of symbols: 2253± symbols.
A/N below.
enjoy!
â When Tamarack first noticed this detail about you, there was a slight "disconnect" in her head. It was partly even difficult for her to believe. You're usually so gentle and opened up around her, and seeing you treat others poorly... Didn't fit in her head ?
â She understood that this would hardly affect her, but it was all strange. Here you are smiling at her affectionately, but here you are cold as ice with some classmate. She only had time to blink her eyes a couple of times.
â Thinking that these were problems related to socialization, Tamarack tried a couple of times to make you friends with someone she knows.
â Although it was awkward for her, she wanted to try for you. When things didn't work out though, all she could do was a sigh.
â But Tammy didn't blame you, of course! How can she even do this, huh? You were such a great person in her eyes, and not just because you behave good with her, she just sees it and knows.
â Tamma finds you similar to a hedgehog a little sooner. Sheâs a little flustered and funny about it at the same time, but thereâs definitely a certain similarity - prickly with strangers, and soft with her.
â If this kind of behaviour does not change for a long time, she will surely get used to it. In response to your bluntness addressed to others, she will either smile a little as she certainly more used to see it, or defend you if there is strong aggression towards you.
â She may even start to think it's kind of... cute? When it comes to her, not others, of course! Tamarack was even glad you are so open with her. She definitely wouldnât want to lose your trust, and you too.
â I think 'cause of Tamarackâs some kind of timidity, there were situations where she simply cannot say something for herself. At such moments, she appreciates you especially when you may stand up for her.
â But still, she will try from time to time to offer something to change this attitude of yours towards others, but only with your wish! Though as long as it doesn't bother you, she won't even mention it. Tammy just... Doesn't want to do nothing while something may be bothering you. She's actually kinda scared of it.
â So if anything happens, tell her! She will try to help in any way she can. After all, you are her friend, and she wants to protect and help you too!
A/N: HIII I'M SORRY FOR MY DISAPPEARANCE đąđą PRETTY BUSY WITH SUMMER VACATION W MY FAMILY, WE CAME TO THE SEA (and im still there haha.... all crying cause of my failed attempts to improve my writing and english skills)
Iâll write every request now SURELY!!! It will take a few days, of course, but Iâm full of strength now yeah! i'll try to write something soon as a fanfic...
thank you so-o much for request! still sorry it took some time đ hope you enjoyed this small hc! have a great day/night!
#olnf#our life now and forever#our life#headcanons#tamarack baumann#our life tamarack#tamarack x reader#tamarack baumann x reader#thats so cute#!!! <3#ahhh my head hurts from heat đđ
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To Change
A/N: Wayne and Ted friendship, but it also could be read as something more. I don't know much about Ted's background in TFS, just the hedgehog thing. Here ya go!
Ted Wheeler wasn't a perfect father. He knew, but he figured he was a thousand times better than his own abusive father had been. Maybe he had tried too hard not to show his anger that he inadvertently put up the distance between him and his children. In his own stupid way, he thought he was protecting them. Maybe if he didn't get upset or show anger. . .maybe Karen would stay, that they would stay. He hadn't understood, though, just like with most social interactions, that they needed more from him. He didn't understand how to let them know that there were some things that he might not be able to give them. He didn't know how to talk to them but he had to start somewhere. He had caught Mike crying in the bathroom and trying to cut his hair.
"Here, let me help," Ted had said softly.
Mike didn't say anything. He just handed Ted the scissors. It was quiet between them as Ted cut his hair. He noticed how tall Mike had gotten. When did that happen? Pretty soon, Mike was going to be tall like him. In this moment, Ted was proud of his boy but also sad and angry for him. He shouldn't have had to go through something like this. None of them should have. Ted gently brushed the hair off the back of his neck.
"Thanks," Mike said stiffly.
"Mike," Ted said softly. "I'm so sorry about your friend. I lost a friend myself at that age, and I know how - "
"Bullshit!" Mike yelled.
"Michael!" Ted exclaimed.
"I don't believe you! I don't believe anything you have to say. You don't give a shit about anything! You just sit there in your chair, and you do nothing! You care about nothing!" Mike screamed. "It should have been you!"
Mike stormed out of the room, leaving Ted standing in the bathroom amongst his hair. He slid to the floor and let out a sob. How did he fuck up this badly? Ted gripped his arms. He began rocking back and forth as every noise in the house suddenly became overwhelming to him, even the sound of his own beating heart, which he wished he could rip out. He wished he couldn't feel anything because nothing hurt more than hearing your son wish you were dead. He knew Mike was hurting, but the words that spilled from his son's mouth still cut him like a knife to the heart. After crying for a while, Ted stood up and wiped his eyes before cleaning up the hair.
It was later that afternoon that Ted had invited the rest of the party into his house to talk about what their next plan of attack was. He didn't know what to do or to say. He really was useless. The awkwardness he was feeling made him feel uncomfortable in his very skin, and listening to them talk about what all the kids went through made it even more so. Now, the other parents were yelling at Hopper and Joyce for keeping them in the dark for so long. He didn't blame them for being angry, but the noise was too much for him to bear. Ted pulled himself out of the dining room and into the kitchen, trying to practice the breathing techniques his mother taught him to do when he was younger.
"Yeah, the noise overwhelms me too," a voice spoke, and he jumped. "Sorry."
Wayne Munson had followed him into the kitchen.
"It's fine. . .I just don't know what to say in there," Ted said.
"You're telling me," Wayne scoffed. "I don't, either."
"You want a beer?" Ted asked.
"I think the situation calls for it," Wayne sighed and Ted snorted.
He pulled out a couple of beers for himself and Wayne. They drank in comfortable silence for a while. The only sound was the parents chewing out Joyce and Hopper, but it was more muffled now that they were in the kitchen.
"I feel like my head is spinning," Ted said.
"Yeah, mine too. . .you had no clue at all that it might have been something like this?" Wayne asked.
"I can't even tell when someone is being sarcastic with me," Ted said. "How was I supposed to guess?"
"Yeah, I can't tell when people do that either. It made it easier for my brother to manipulate me," Wayne said. "Even with all the stuff I believed, I never would have guessed. . ."
"I don't know what I can possibly do with all of this or to say, and I know how it looks to people. . .like I just don't care," Ted said, sipping his beer.
"Yeah, some people think cause I don't talk much that I don't care neither," Wayne would tell him. "Like I have always told Eddie, people will see what they want to see. If all they see you as are the people in their lives who hurt them, that's all they'll see unless they decide otherwise. People won't change their minds unless they want to. Can't do it for 'em."
"I thought you don't talk much," Ted said.
"Asshole," Wayne smirked.
"Sorry about Eddie," Ted said. "Mike says he's a good man. I didn't know him. I wasn't sure what to think of him at first. . ."
"You change your mind?" Wayne asked.
"Yeah."
"You're better than most."
"I caught Mike crying in the mirror and cutting his hair. I helped him fix it. I told him how sorry I was. He yelled at me that he didn't believe me and that I didn't give two shits," Ted sighed.
"It breaks your heart, doesn't it? When they think you don't give a damn?" Wayne asked.
"Every damn day," he whispered.
"We're going to save this town even if they went after my boy. I'm gonna prove them all wrong," Wayne said.
"I'll help," Ted said. "I'll figure it out somehow. I can't let my boy think I'm completely useless. I can't let anything happen to him or my girls."
"Ain't no one going to stop you from trying to prove yourself?" He asked.
"No."
"Well, I guess someone is going to have to look after your stupid ass," Wayne replied.
"I'll do the same," Ted said. "Someone should look after you, too."
"The next person who says you don't care, I'll give 'em what for," Wayne said.
"To change," Ted muttered softly and held out his beer, tapping it with Wayne's.
"To change."
Ted came through for his kids and for his wife, summoning all of his courage to do it. He remembered that time Mike tried going to camp for the first time. He hadn't liked it and called him immediately. He remembered driving all through the night, through bad weather, to go and get him. Then there was that time that Nancy had gotten sick with the chicken pox. He had driven all over trying to find the brand of juice she liked. . .just trying to do whatever it took to make her feel better. He didn't know how to give them the comfort they deserved. He wasn't good at the whole hugging thing, and he didn't know how to talk about his feelings, but he could do things for them. Even when they wanted to go to a fair and everything overwhelmed his senses. He'd do it for them. He also remembered when Holly was born and she nearly died. When Ted wasn't by Karen's side, he was by Holly's. There was one moment when he wasn't by either, and he had gone down to the chapel to pray. Ted wasn't all that religious, but he was willing to do whatever it took to make sure his family was okay.
"Please, don't take my baby. Don't take any of them. I'll do whatever you ask of me. . .just don't take her," Ted had pleaded. "Take me instead."
Wayne had kept his vow and attempted to protect Ted's stupid ass from danger over the last few months as he also tried to prove to the town that his family wasn't anything to be afraid of. Holly had been in danger once again as well as his wife. He couldn't let anything happen to them; he couldn't let that fucker take his little girl. The Demogorgon had come for both of them, and he threw himself at it, his glasses getting knocked off of his face in the process. He heard the sound of them breaking underneath the creature's feet and then Ted felt the claws sinking into his own flesh as though it were butter. He let out an inhuman shriek of pain as fire exploded overhead and lit the creature up. It ran off, hollering and then he heard Mike.
"Dad! I'm sorry. . .I'm sorry, shit!" Mike cursed as he fell to his knees, crying. "I know, I've said a lot of things, and I know how hard you've been trying. I know you care; I know you care. Please, I don't want you to die."
"I'm proud of you," Ted whispered and closed his eyes.
"DAD!"
Ted saw nothing but darkness, and he thought for sure that he was dead at first, but then he opened his eyes for a moment. He was looking up at the dim lights of the hospital. Shit, what the fuck? He lived? He was moving quickly as though people were pushing him. He briefly saw Mike out of the corner of his eye, trying to run after him. A nurse stopped him as he couldn't follow them after that point. Wayne grabbed him from behind, trying to hold him, and he struggled in his grasp. A look of understanding passed between them as Nancy caught up with them. Wayne had his boy, and Nancy had Holly in her arms. He could sleep now.
"Dad!"
When Ted woke up, he was lying in a bed with annoying beeping sounds filling his ears. God, couldn't they turn it off? It probably wouldn't be a very good idea, he realized.
"Ted," a familiar voice spoke to him.
Ted turned his head to find Karen looking at him from the other hospital bed. The last time that he had seen her, she had looked dead. He sighed in relief and tried to get out of bed but was pulled back by the pain in his sides as well as his IV. He laid back in his bed.
"I thought you were dead," Ted sobbed.
"I thought I was too for a minute there," Karen chuckled weakly. "The nurse came in a while ago. Everyone's sleeping in the waiting room. We won, Ted."
"Shit. . .we did?" he asked.
"Our family is safe," she whispered.
"I can't believe that our kids have been dealing with this all this time," Ted said and cursed. "I know I should be feeling happy that we won and that our kids are safe. . .but all I feel is anger that we could have done something about all this. . .that they could have had you to help them through it. I've never been good at the emotional stuff but you were."
"I haven't seen you this angry in a long time, Teddy," Karen said.
"I don't like being this angry," he replied, and he went silent.
"Oh, Teddy. . .is that what you've been worried about? Even at your angriest, you aren't even close to being like your father. It's alright to be a little passionate about things, especially things that other people don't understand. They don't have to," Karen said. "I can't believe you've been worried about this all this time."
"I don't know how to get the words out or where to find them but even when I do. . . they seem to get stuck in my throat," he said.
"I think we both have a communication problem," she said. "I should have been honest with you about what I've been wanting in my life. I want something more, Teddy, something that you can't give me and almost dying made me realize that. It's such a shitty time. . . "
"You want a divorce?" Ted asked.
"I'm sorry," she sobbed.
"Don't be, Karen," he said. "I shouldn't feel relieved. . .right? Is that a bad thing? I mean, I feel sad. . .maybe I've been wanting something more. . .I just don't know what that is."
"I think it's a good thing, Teddy," she said. "I don't know what I want either."
"It's been a while since you called me that," he realized.
"I love you, I always will. . .but we were friends first. I know that not many people know that. I want to get back to that," she said. "You gave me a really good life and I still want you to be a part of that."
"I want that too," Ted said. "I love you."
There was a long silence after that Ted had used to drift off to sleep. The next time he had woken up, he woke up to the sound of voices in their room. Ted opened his eyes to find that Nancy was leaning over him, her eyes red from crying.
"Hi, daddy," Nancy said.
"Hi, pumpkin," Ted said.
"It's been a long time since you called me that," Nancy sniffled.
"It's been a long time since you called me Daddy," Ted said. "I think the last time you did, you were still rolling your ds."
"What?" Nancy asked.
"You probably don't remember, but you had this speech thing when you were little. Doctors made us take you to this speech therapist who you did not like. Told us and you that you would always have trouble speaking," Ted said.
"You definitely didn't like that," Karen laughed.
"I have never seen a more determined look on such a little girl," Ted said, and Karen laughed.
"It was cute, though," she said.
"It was. You've always been so headstrong," Ted said. "I'm so proud of you. Of all of you."
"I'm glad you're still here," Nancy said, her bottom lip trembling, squeezing his hand.
Mike shuffled forward to stand on his other side.
"I'm really sorry," Mike whispered.
"I heard you, son," Ted said. "And I know you didn't mean it. You've all been through so much, and even as strong as you are, I know all that hurt and pain is still going to come out. I never handled it well myself either at that age. Don't really handle it well now. I tried so hard not to be like my father, but I became more like a robot than anything else."
"You never talk about him, and whenever I mention it with Nana, she said I shouldn't ask you about it," Mike said.
"My father was an abusive asshole who knocked me around for being different. Nothing I ever did was enough for him. I tried so hard to be what he wanted me to be, but I realized how miserable it made me. I started doing what I wanted, what made me happy, and when my father caught me with a boy. . .that's when the beatings started," Ted sighed.
"But you and mom - ," Mike started to say.
"I never really cared about what the packaging looked like, just the present inside," Ted said, touching his hand to his chest.
"And you can really do that?" Nancy asked.
"You can do anything. . .within reason, I suppose," he said.
"I had no idea, Ted," Karen said softly.
"How were you supposed to? I never told you and I should have because I always thought you were my best friend," Ted said. "My own father never understood. When my mom found out. . .well, Nancy, you can wield a shotgun as well as your Nana. She didn't hesitate to shoot him."
"She shot him?!" Nancy and Mike asked.
Suddenly, Ted was grateful that Holly was curled up in a chair, fast asleep. She was always a heavy sleeper.
"Grazed the bastard, but yes. He left not long after that, decided neither one of us was worth the trouble," Ted said. "I always blamed myself for what happened. I was too weird, and it what drove him to madness. Everything was too loud for me. I couldn't socialize right. . .certain clothes didn't fit me. I was too picky about what I ate. . .always said the wrong thing. . .I was too queer. . ."
"No, Dad. It was him. He was the one who couldn't accept you. He's the mouth breather," Mike said. "Nana should have shot him in the dick."
"Michael!" Karen and Ted exclaimed.
"Sorry."
"If you think there's something wrong with you, then there's something wrong with us. We've always worried about those things. I know I'm always worried about saying the wrong thing, and I don't always pick up on things either," Nancy said.
"Neither do I, and I don't know it when I'm saying something shitty," Mike frowned.
"There's nothing wrong with you," Ted said thickly, and they looked at him. "There's nothing wrong with us. You're all so strong. . .so much like your mother and your Nana."
"We get a lot of things from you, too, Dad," Nancy said. "You're strong, too, Dad."
"He's certainly stronger than his eyesight," Mike quipped. "That's something you have in common with Dad, Nance."
"For the last time, I do not need glasses!" Nancy exclaimed.
"Bullshit!" Mike yelled and picked up a book. "What does this say? Read it without squinting."
"I don't think it's going to hurt if you get them checked, at least," Karen said.
"I guess it wouldn't," Nancy frowned.
"Still that determined little pumpkin," Ted chuckled weakly. "I'm going to need new glasses anyway. Might as well come with me."
"You can't see, Daddy?" Holly asked sleepily as she sat up. "You want me to read Nancy Drew to you?"
"I would love that more than anything," Ted said.
"You read Nancy Drew to her?" Nancy asked.
"Just like when you were little," Ted said. "And Mike, but that was during his following Nancy everywhere she goes phase."
"Oh, I miss that phase," Karen grinned and Mike groaned.
"Mom, I'm reading!" Holly said.
Ted chuckled as Holly opened her book and began to read, after moving her chair in between her parents' beds. He looked over Holly's head to share a look with his soon to be ex-wife. Their marriage had been over for a long time, but they are still what they have always been. . .family. They still had a lot to talk about and so many other things to deal with, but Ted felt like there wasn't anything they couldn't handle. An hour or so later, after Karen had drifted off to sleep, Dustin appeared in the doorway.
"Hey, Ted, glad to see you're not dead," Dustin said.
"Well, someone's got to stick around to make sure you don't eat me out of house and home," Ted said dryly.
"God, I would have missed this," Dustin said, shaking his head fondly.
"I thought you hated my dad," Mike frowned.
"Michael Dean, whatever gave that idea? You really know nothing, don't you?" Dustin asked. "Anyway, thought you ought to know that Max is awake. . .if you're interested at all."
Dustin disappeared as quickly as he had appeared. Mike and Nancy shared a look.
"Go, I'll be fine," Ted chuckled.
"If you're sure," Nancy said and then took off with Mike.
A moment later, Wayne appeared in the doorway, looking a lot happier than when Ted had last seen him.
"I was wondering when you were going to come see me," Ted said.
"I was just giving you time with your family," Wayne said.
He looked about as awkward as Ted usually felt. He wasn't sure what to say here either, though they had a lot of moments like that. They also had a lot of moments where they sat in comfortable silence. Ted was still learning to pick up on things with him. Wayne was a hard man to read sometimes, especially with Ted's limitations. He frowned as Ted watched him.
"Is there some wrong, Wayne?" Ted finally asked.
"Eddie's alive," he said.
"Jesus," Ted gasped. "How?"
Wayne exhaled loudly before explaining that the bat bites had turned him into a creature of the night and that Eddie had been instrumental in taking Henry Creel down.
"It's a lot to process even for me but he's still my boy," Wayne said.
"Well, I'm really glad that you got him back, Wayne," Ted said.
"Yeah. . .I heard that Karen wants a divorce," Wayne said bluntly and Ted looked at him. "Dustin's got a big mouth, very loud one too."
"That's true," Ted scoffed. "Yeah. Karen wants a divorce. It's going to be better for us and our family even if the kids can't see it right now. . .it is. I think when we were younger, we both just assumed that that's how our friendship should evolve. It's been over for a long time, and we've both been trying to hang onto something that was never really there. . . I told them about my father. You were right. They understood."
"Of course they did. Did you tell them about your boyfriend who died?" Wayne asked.
"No. . .I couldn't. . .still trying to process telling them all of that. . .I wasn't quite ready to say that I think my father might have killed my boyfriend," Ted sighed.
"You'll get there," Wayne said.
Ted was practically blind without his glasses, but he could tell that something had moved underneath Wayne's shirt pocket.
"There's something wiggling underneath your clothes," Ted said.
"You really don't know what comes out of your mouth, do ya?" Wayne asked, laughing.
"What? . . . Oh! Wayne!"
"I got something for ya," Wayne said.
"No tricks!"
"Of course. You know me. . .perfectly innocent," Wayne said and Ted scoffed.
Wayne pulled a hedgehog out of his shirt pocket and laid it on Ted's chest.
"What? Where did you get this?" He asked.
"Went down to the animal store," he said. "You mentioned once that you had one as a boy, and it seemed like you might have wanted one again, so I got you this little fella."
"Thanks, Wayne," Ted said, touched by the gift, and then he laughed. "You know, most people give flowers. They don't sneak hedgehogs into a hospital."
"I ain't most people," he shrugged.
"That's true," Ted said. "You're better."
Suddenly, Eddie popped into the room with Mike following after him.
"I heard Uncle Wayne made a friend, I had to come see for myself," Eddie said, flashing his dimples.
"Oh, lord," Wayne said with a sigh.
"Is that a hedgehog?" Mike asked.
"Wayne gave them to me," Ted said.
"Most people buy flowers," he pointed out.
"I'm glad to see you aren't dead, Eddie," Ted said. "I know your uncle has been a mess without you."
"Yeah, me too," Eddie said as he looked softly at his uncle.
"Is that Eddie?" Karen asked, spoke up. "What's going on?"
"Hey, Mrs. Wheeler, glad to see you alive," Eddie said with a grin.
"I think I've heard people say that a lot today. . .it's starting to sound weird," Mike said.
Ted quickly told Karen what Wayne had told him.
"Oh my God!" Karen asked.
"Don't worry, I don't feed on humans," he reassured her.
"No, honey, I'm just relieved you're back," Karen said.
"Yeah, so are the rest of Vecna's victims. . .turns out they weren't really dead," Eddie shrugged.
"That includes Chrissy. . .what was that song you played for her?" Wayne asked teasingly.
"Shut it, Uncle Wayne," Eddie said, rolling his eyes, and he softened his expression. "I think because of Dustin, everyone in the whole damn hospital knows about your impending divorce. Sorry about that."
"Don't be, it's the best thing for us," Ted said.
"Well, hey, Karen, if you don't want him, I'll take him," Wayne said, and Ted laughed with her. "I've had worse, unless. . .what's he like when he wakes up in the morning?"
"Asshole," Ted said.
"I keep telling everyone that my uncle is a menace," Eddie muttered. "But no one believes me."
A moment later, Nancy came in with Jonathan and Steve. All three of them were wearing yellow sweaters.
"What'd I miss?" Nancy asked.
"Was this on purpose?" Mike asked, looking at them.
"Well, my uncle seduced your dad with a baby oppossum," Eddie replied.
"Okay, I know for a fact that's a hedgehog," Steve said.
"What?" She asked.
"Did Nancy dress you?" Mike asked Steve and Jonathan.
"Yeah," Jonathan said. "So, what's going on?"
"Nancy and Michael have a new daddy now," Eddie cackled.
"That's great," Nancy grinned. "I've always wanted two dads."
"What? Since you were a little girl, you closed your eyes and wished real hard?" Steve asked.
"Yeah, but only because mom didn't let me have a marshmallow before dinner," Nancy grinned, and they all laughed.
"You can have all the marshmallows you want, darlin," Wayne said, and they laughed harder.
"I'm glad Dad has a friend like you," Nancy said softly.
"I'm lucky to have a friend like him. He's a handful but. . .he's a good man," Wayne said.
Ted swallowed as he gazed at him, recalling all those talks they had and all those times they sat in comfortable silence. Despite how uncomfortable he was, he looked directly into Wayne's eyes. He remembered all the times the other basketball players had wanted to be his friends. . .they hadn't truly wanted to. They were just basking in the fact that he was good and that he was popular. They hadn't given two fucks about him. The same went for all the girls he had dated back then. Even though it had taken him a while, he saw them for what they had truly been: pretenders. He hadn't found someone who truly cared for him until Karen, but they had both assumed that it had been romantic love, but they had been blind and so, it had led to much frustration. Wayne truly wanted to be his friend, and even without his glasses, Ted could see that.
"I think the hedgehog just pissed on you, Ted," Eddie cackled, breaking their gaze.
"Goddamnit."
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