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wild-houseplant · 2 years

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Hi Plant!!!!! Hi Rhodri!!!!! And maybe also hi to Zevran bc he might be around but I can't hope to catch a rogue as good as him if he doesn't want to be found XD XD I hope you're all having a lovely day! I come, of course, to ask some questions to Rhodri (my beloved). So, Rhodri, if I may be so bold...

/shuffles chair around until comfortably seated in front of Rhodri/

Imagine you’re given an unlimited budget to build anything you want! What do you build and where do you build it? Also, if it's not too personal, who do you look up to? No worries if it's too personal tho. And, last, what is your favorite thing to do in your free time? :D Please feel free to skip over any of these questions

Hello hey hi there!!! I'm sorry this is so late coming but it's definitely here now!! I had such a great time with this one, you have no idea. This will read like a little choose-your-own adventure depending on how comfortable you are with physical contact. 1 if you’re cool with letting Rhodri rearrange you and treat you like furniture, 2 if you’d rather keep your personal space. Though I hope it doesn't need to be said, whatever you choose is just right! <3 <3 under the cut, you know how it is...

[Rhodri and Zevran and I collectively starry-eyes at you and wave in motions of varying degrees of normalcy (Zevran’s wave is pleasant and normal; Rhodri and I are flailing wildly enough to flag down air traffic). The three of us (affectionately) squabble over who gets to pass you something to drink and eat. It ends with three hands passing each item to you.]

This will read like a little choose-your-own adventure depending on how comfortable you are with physical contact. 1 if you’re cool with letting Rhodri rearrange you and treat you like furniture, 2 if you’d rather keep your personal space. Though I hope it doesn't need to be said, both of these options are equally celebrated.

1 [Rhodri beams at you. With your permission, she carefully lifts you out of the chair and places you on the squashy couch where she was sitting. When you’re comfortable with the appropriate number of cushions and/or blankets, she proceeds to sprawl over your lap like an octopus and smiles placidly up at you.] “Hello, you. I was wondering when this’d happen.”

2 [Rhodri adopts your posture to indicate Maximum Cooperation, Interest And Engagement. Her legs bounce a little, and she watches you with a delighted grin.] “Iucundis! I’ve been looking forward to this. You don't know how much.”

[Zevran chuckles] “She insisted we take breakfast on the front steps so she could see you coming from further away. Her feet were bouncing so much she nearly sent her toast flying.”

[Rhodri playfully waves Zevran’s remark away with one hand, and scrubs her reddening cheeks with the other. She makes no effort, however, to deny it.]

First interview question: Imagine you’re given an unlimited budget to build anything you want! What do you build, and where do you build it?

“Ooh. Hah. Now wouldn’t that be convenient! If I had an unlimited budget, the Magisterium couldn’t possibly oppose plans to revitalise impoverished public areas because ‘the funds don’t permit it,’ could they? Seems like a victory waiting to claim itself, really.” [she frowns a moment] “Or does it have to be just one thing? Maybe revitalise one thing, then. But a big one!” [she holds her hands apart] “Huge! Like a library! Have to get your money’s worth out of these extravagant hypotheticals.”

Second interview question: Who do you look up to?

1 [Rhodri slowly blinks up at you. A broad, playful smile is taking over the lower half of her face] “Well, you, of course, iucundis. Look how high above me you are! At least one and a half cubits!”

(Answer continues in option 2 below)

2 [Rhodri chuckles] “I’m spoiled for choice. There are heroes everywhere, aren’t there? People who do the right thing even when nobody's watching, or when it inconveniences them. Or who've been treated terribly but refuse to harm someone else, even if it's all they know. Now that would be hard. Frightening even, if nobody has modelled kindness for you, to go and create it on your own. But people are remarkable like that." [She grins at you] "so for people to look up to, I'll say that I'm off to a flying start with the company in this room, and we'll no doubt find others to gush over when we go outside, too."

Third interview question: what is your favourite thing to do in your free time?

1 [Rhodri stretches and readjusts her sprawl on your lap.] "You are still comfortable? I know I'm quite heavy. Here, I'll just– [she shuffles down until only her head is resting on your knees]. I'm afraid I don't know any spell that makes someone lighter without shrinking them down. Not until someone thinks it up, anyway."

(The rest of this is answered in option 2 below, beginning with Zevran speaking)

2 [Rhodri rubs her chin thoughtfully, even as Zevran strolls over and, with a congenial wink to you, proceeds to plonk himself down into her lap.]

[Zevran chortles good-naturedly.] "I do believe sitting with me in your arms is what you spend your free time doing, is it not?"

[Rhodri frowns at him] "No, that’s planned. I factor in the possibility of it happening for every part of the day. [She looks back to you, not noticing Zevran’s Unreasonably Taken Aback Face as she does.] I have no free time. Free time is unplanned time, which I don't want. I like knowing what I have to look forward to each day, or what to prepare for."

[She gestures at you and beams.] Take your visit today, for example, iucundis! You gave me so much notice beforehand, and of course you’re welcome any time without notice, day or night, but knowing in advance meant I had all this time to be excited about it!

[She gestures with an open hand at a nearby, two-metre high pile of wrapped gifts of different dimensions, all sporting colourful bows] "And, of course, we had time to get these for you and Astala and Ilanlas–"

[Zevran and I chime in unison] "Our beloveds!"

[Rhodri grins and nods] "Our beloveds. Oh, but that was all the questions! The time flew!"

[Zevran chuckles] "Of course. It always does when Heniareth visits. The true mark of good company, no?"

[Rhodri nods fervently. She then rubs her chin and looks at you thoughtfully] "Mmm. You know, since you can turn a few hours into, say, ten minutes, that could mean that if you lived with us, we could be in our eighties in a few years… perhaps you're the key to people living hundreds or thousands of years, don't you think? Oh, and speaking of excellent longevity, have you got time to stay? There's a very big cake in the dining room with your name on it, you see."

[Zevran leans towards you and drops his voice a little] "It really does have your name on it. I saw her piping 'Heniareth' in icing on it earlier today."

Iucundis: delightful one– closer to ‘my delightful friend’ Iucundis and gaudis both technically mean ‘joyful one’ in Tevene, but ‘gaudiae’ joy is conferred by the surroundings and is largely involuntary- e.g. a mood boost from a party, opulence, good music. ‘Iucundiae’ joy comes from a person’s character and their ability, whether innate or learned, to find, create, and share happiness.

#I am ridiculously late with this one #And I think even later with another one!! sorry about that mate!#thank you for the ask! as always ^_^ always a joy with you my friend #Rhodri Amell #askin' games #(good luck with that cake. it's pretty darn big. Still not sure how it actually fit through the door into the dining room)

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rosyvvoods · 2 years

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I'm not sure if you write but if you do, do you have any CoD writing that you could share even a snippet of? You seem like you have a bunch of fun ideas and it would be cool to see more! Even if it's oc stuff I'm really interested!

AH!! thank you for asking!!! i don't have a whole lot but i have two that i'm working on here and there when i have the inspiration, one called "ringing in the ears" that's a fic about my bell teo and the other called "dinner & diatribes" that's a fic about my oc janet and woods and part of their youth together and their coming back together after they fell apart for a little bit!! i'll put the snippets under the read more since i don't know how to keep things short SDFSKHDFS both are also WIPs so. y'all know how it goes. there are also little like, ficlets that i have that i am going to keep close to my chest as well as a fic i wrote for lee (day 2000000 of awaiting their possible return to this hellsite) about their oc diane and adler and stitch getting to diane as the campaign for cold war is wrapping up which sits at a mighty 15,167 words SOMEHOW SFDSHK i only mention it bc it's the most i've written in a v long time so i DO write sometimes just. not. consistently sdlkfjhjlsh

ANYWAY

"Ringing in the Ears" | current wordcount: 2,067

"Why did you need us in here, then?"

"Well, Lazar," Adler hums quietly as he puts out his cigarette, "all of the broken equipment in the corner of the room, there- one of the televisions, some of the medical stuff- was what happened the last time it was just Park and I." The group all looks over to the corner Adler is talking about; there sits broken medical equipment, and a TV that looks like something someone's dog would do to a chew toy. Pieces were scattered around the tile floor, though they had clearly been swept up a little bit and arranged in a way that they wouldn't be a bother. "Violent tendencies."

"Better safe than sorry," Lazar finishes, tone contemplative. Silence resumes as the loudest sound in the room while Park prepares the needle. She glances up at the three men, and then down at the subject.

"Alright. Wake 'em up. By the time I'm ready they'll be as awake as they need to be." She pauses, adding, "don't grab onto them just yet. We have to see how they react, lest we make them feel immediately like they're being held captive. They may regress if we're not careful." The three nod, and stand ready. Adler is the one to bridge the gap, the arm of the chair brushing up against his midsection as he places his hand on the subject's shoulder.

"Bell. I need you to wake up." He taps them a few times, firm but not forceful. "C'mon Bell. It's crank time." Slowly but surely, the person in front of them begins to awaken. Eyes blink open, still bleary with sleep, as they gaze up at Adler. They frown, brow furrowing. Adler manages a rather convincing friendly smile. "We've got a job to do, kid. Let's go." They seem to be responding well, until they catch Park closing in with the needle out of the corner of their eye. That sets off some kind of instinct, and everyone jumps into action the moment they move. Their left arm reaches for Park's wrist, though she manages to evade it as Lazar wrestles one of his arms around it. Sims manages to pin their legs from flailing- but the focus on protecting Park and whatever drug she was going to inject them with means that Adler is left wide open. He's caught with their hand digging its nails into the back of his neck, scratching across the skin despite the fabric of his shirt covering it. As the scene freezes, Adler's hand at Bell's throat pressing them back against the seat, he can feel a little bit of blood running down between his shoulder blades. Bell makes no more moves to harm, their eyes fiery and wild and fixed directly on Adler.

"Shit, are you okay, Russ?" Sims grits out, noticing the tears in Adler's shirt where Bell's short nails managed to break through.

"Yeah. This could be worse."

"Just hold them still," Park says, quickly brushing up the short sleeve of Bell's shirt to get to the deltoid muscle, pressing the needle into the skin and injecting. They flinch a little, but between Lazar, Sims, and Adler, the movement isn't enough to shake them much. All the while, as the process goes on, their eyes are still locked onto Adler's. Adler shifts his hand to grab roughly at their face, squeezing tight; since the needle entered, Bell's nails have dug deeper into Adler's skin. As Park finishes and pulls the needle out, they remain there for a moment.

"Come on, Bell," Adler grunts, brow furrowing, a brief flash of anger showing through his usually collected exterior. "Let it work. We have a job to do. Remember?" Bell's eyes begin to flutter, a few times at first and then more rapidly before their eyes squeeze shut and they press back against the chair, body going rigid. After a mere moment of that, they fall still and go limp, aside from the deep rise and fall of their chest. Their hand drops from the back of Adler's neck, and their arm goes heavy in Lazar's hold. After another few breaths, they all breathe a sigh of relief.

“I'm gonna have to check that wound out for you- Bell could've fucking killed you, doc," Sims huffs, shaking his head.

"But they didn't." Lazar and Sims look to park. She's got a small smile on her face- one that's admittedly made the room feel colder. "This is the best outcome we could hope for. They reacted quickly to that shot. I think we'll be ready to onboard them by late next week."

"That soon?" Adler asks, one hand reaching to tap the back of his neck to check the damage. He winces a little. "They didn't need the multiple dosages like last time, admittedly. And like you said, they took to it much quicker than other intramuscular injections." He pulls his hand away, and it's stained red. "We can work with this."

"Dinner & Diatribes" | current wordcount: 4,328

As the night goes on, Mrs. Fitzgerald’s usual push for Frank to head out for the evening never comes; by eleven o’clock, Frank’s fallen asleep on the floor of Jan and Johnny’s room, the twins squished onto one of their two twin beds- Johnny’s foot in Jan’s face is the likely cause of her stirring, but she glances down in her sleepy haze to see that Frank is still there, curled up on the hard floor. She shoves Johnny off of her, giving him a little kick for extra measure, before sliding her legs off the edge of the bed. She pats Frank’s shoulder softly, shaking him gently when he doesn’t wake from that alone.

“Frankie. Hey. Fucker, wake up-” after she quietly calls to him, he finally blinks his eyes open, glancing up at her with a furrowed brow. He sits up abruptly then, realizing how dark it is outside.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck- Jan, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stay so late-”

“Mama didn’t come in to wake you. You know she would have.” There’s a quiet that hangs in the air as realization settles in, and he relaxes a bit. “Go sleep on my bed.”

“Are you trying to get me killed?”

“Ha! No, I’m not- I’ll stay over here with Johnny, smelly as he is. You deserve to sleep on something better than the fuckin’ floor, especially if you’re stayin’ over for the night.”

“...are you sure? I can sleep next to your brother, I’ve smelled worse-” Jan laughs at that, trying to keep her snickering down so she doesn’t wake the aforementioned stinky brother.

“I’m sure. Go on.” He smiles up at her, taking a moment to reach up and take her hand, running a thumb gently over her knuckles. Jan freezes, cheeks growing warm as Frank peers up at her with a tender look. “Frank?”

“Your ma heard our commotion all this evening, y’know. She told me I didn’t have to lie for ya’s, and that I’m welcome anytime.”

“Holy shit.”

“I know. It was after you and Johnny went to the door. And I’m so fuckin’ happy she did, I really didn’t wanna stay on your ma’s bad side, especially not when-” he stops himself, eyes going a little wide as he carefully drops Jan’s hand and recoils his hand away. “Uh. Not when we’re, uh. Such good friends.” Jan deflates a little, tilting her head in confusion.

“Right. Good friends.”

“Mhm.” Frank sighs, glancing at the still-sleeping Johnny as he stands up. He looks back at Jan, reaching forward hesitantly to tuck some of her long, blonde hair over her ear. “Thanks, Jannie. For uh, for everything.” With that he turns to her bed and pauses before flopping down on top of it. He originally sits with his back to the twins, making Jan’s heart sink even more, hope diminishing the way a candle reaches the end of its wick. She settles back in, shoving Johnny so that he’s up against the wall and that she’s on the side of the bed. She keeps her back to her brother, eyes lingering on the width of Frank’s shoulders, and the subtle shifting of his body as he breathes. Jan’s lost in thought as Frank takes in a deep breath, though she’s pulled from those thoughts as he flips, rolling over and repositioning so that he’s facing her. His blue eyes go wide for a moment when he sees Jan staring at him, but then a cheeky smile replaces the shock on his features. She smiles back at him, and they continue watching one another as they both drift off. Jan’s last thought before really heading into the realm of sleep is that if the beds were closer, she’d have asked Frank to keep holding her hand the way he was before he’d pulled away from her so abruptly.

#rosytalks #bell cod #bell call of duty #ch: teodor bell konvalinka #bell oc #call of duty oc #cod oc #cod bocw oc #ch: janet woods #i mean. she's still janet fitzgerald at this point but AHADFKHSDFS #rosewrites

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ironmandeficiency · 3 years

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falcon, falcon, goose!

pairing: sam wilson / reader

word count: 3547

summary: there were reports of geese leading people to their soulmates spanning centuries, and it seemed like a cool concept, but why did it have to coincide with you coming out of your writing slump?

warnings: cursing, geese, dumbassery, implied happy au where the avengers get along, iw and endgame who?

a/n: this is an older piece i wrote a couple years ago, decided to brush it up and repost it. and the reader works for snl bc why the hell not? keep in mind that the original was written before everything went to shit w iw & endgame. posted from mobile yet again yall what is wrong w me

it was a sunny day outside, and deciding that you had been cooped up for far too long, you brought your laptop to the park a couple blocks from your studio apartment.

being a writer for saturday night live wasn't always so peachy, what with the lack of a social life outside of your co-workers and constantly explaining your job to confused relatives. you had been in a slump for the past couple weeks, the fact most of your sketch ideas not making the cut for the next episode continuing to throw you off your rhythm.

this week, you were going to change that. Your headphones were playing your concentration playlist full volume and you were hyped to the max. with your laptop on the picnic table in front of you and a warm cup of tea beside it, you were ready to blow the producers away with your next idea.

"honk! honk!"

you felt something nudge your leg, but you were too engrossed into what you were typing to care. after getting through a few more lines, it happened again.

"honk! honk! honk!"

you couldn't hear the sound but the feeling on your leg got a little bit rougher, more demanding. you moved your headphones to the side for a minute and took a moment to look around you. there was no kid running to get their ball back or any squirrels nearby that dropped a nut.

strange.

but you put your headphones back on, trying to keep your groove alive while hoping the interruptions are finished.

"HONK! HONK! HONK!" the goose honked louder, pecking at your leg harder than it had earlier.

you were getting frustrated and a little pissed. the creativity was flowing through your veins for the first time in what felt like ages and this — whatever it was — decided that today was the best day to annoy you.

you kicked your legs out with a strange flail and when you came into contact with something large and solid you nearly screamed.

"ow! motherf- oh my god!"

standing on the ground beside your table was a goose. it honked yet again with impatience (geese could do that?) and nipped lightly at your thigh closest to it. looking to the pond nearby, it was nearly an entire gaggle of the damned things.

so here was this goose honking at you and nipping at you like you were supposed to know what the hell it wanted from you.

"i don't have any bread, dumbass. go find someone else to bother." thinking it would leave if you ignored it, you turned away and continued your work.

"HONK! HONK!" it continued to honk and decided to peck you before flapping its wings, landing itself on the table next to your computer.

"get outta here, ya damn goose!" while you were trying to shop it away, it expertly evaded you. "go! shoo! leave me alone!"

it just stayed over on the bench, expertly dodging your attempts to get it to leave.

a few people nearby had heard your altercation with the infernal bird. one of them was an older gentleman that laughed as he sat across from you, the mirth in his eyes glinting as you give him a sarcastic side eye while trying to deal with the current issue.

"that bird won't leave you alone, you know." At his voice, the goose calmed down and waddled a few feet away from your arm's reach.

that was the first time the thing had been seemingly calm since he showed up at your little table.

"what do you mean he won't leave me alone?"

he pauses, part of him enjoying the irritation in your tone. he remembers someone talking to him like he was to you many years ago, and it made his heart smile at the idea of repaying the favor. "have you ever read about soulmate geese?"

"hey we're gonna go for a run, wanna join?" steve’s offer was given with a smirk. ever since reuniting with bucky, the two supersoldiers found so much humor in doing laps around sam every time they went out jogging.

it annoyed the shit out of him, the "on your left" comments from steve and the newer "on your right" jabs from bucky, but it also pushed Sam to work harder during his runs. ultimately he knew his non-enhanced body didn't stand much of a chance beating them, but he enjoyed when he was able to close the gap between their times just a little bit.

"sure, just gimme a few to eat breakfast and I'll join you guys." the blond nodded and turned back to the elevator, having woken up far earlier than sam and therefore already ate.

he hummed otis redding as he laid the bacon flat into the pan, shoulders moving along with his created rhythm while changing the grounds in the coffee filter. this was how he spent most of his mornings, barring the occasional hangovers and missions where he couldn't afford the distraction.

he ate, got dressed, and told FRIDAY to let bucky and steve know he was ready to go. h had his water bottle in hand, giving his body a pep talk in preparation for the run. they met in the common room and soon, the trio was off.

"on your left!"

"on your right!"

"oh, come on!"

he knew it was gonna happen, but for some reason it felt like it happened sooner than normal. either they were trying really hard to mess with him today, or he was off his game. but regardless, he pushed his body harder than he probably should have because when there was something obstructing his path, he didn't pause. no, he charged it straight on through and fell hard.

steve and bucky had seen this from a distance and immediately rushed to get to their friend.

sam rolled onto his back, exhausted and now in terrible pain from the fall. he closed his eyes and just let it all sink in. when he opened his eyes at the sudden foul smell flooding his nostrils, he could feel the palpitations, thinking he was about to have a heart attack.

"holy shit!" sam sat up like a rocket despite the way his body was throbbing from the fall.

the goose stared at him curiously and turned its head toward the pounding footsteps from the approaching brooklynites.

"sam! What happened?" steve was concerned, inspecting sam while bucky noticed the bird. The brunet bent down to meet the goose eye-level and was somewhat surprised that it didn't run away at the close proximity.

"did you trip the dumbass? was it your fault sam landed on his face? Huh, little guy?"

"honk! honk!"

"i thought so. good job, man." bucky pats the animal on the head gently before turning to help steve get sam off the ground.

"nothing’s broken but there's probably a sprain, can't really be sure until we get to cho." sam and bucky lift their friend from the pavement and they have no problem supporting his weight.

they began the walk back to the tower in silence. well, almost silence. there was a faint pitter-patter of tiny, webbed feet behind them that sam and bucky weren't paying attention to.

steve noticed the goose slowly waddling behind the trio and looked at sam with a smile. sam responded to steve’s happy face with a glare, not enjoying any of the situation he found himself in.

"look behind us, guys."

both men took turns looking behind them and see the goose waddling behind them patiently. sam wasn't particularly happy about the culprit from moments before trailing behind him, but bucky thought it was hilarious.

"do you know what this means?"

sam rolled his eyes because he thought the blond was about to make some sort of poetic comment about one thing for another.

bucky had paused to think about the implications of a random goose for a moment before gasping. "dude," bucky nudged sam softly, being conscious of his friend's injuries. "you’re gonna meet your soulmate, man!"

"a soulmate goose. man come on, are you out of your mind?"

"steve got his goose back during the war, i think we know enough about it."

sam had only heard vague reports of soulmate geese throughout his life, but now that he thought about it, it did make sense. the goose showed up randomly in the middle of his routine, completely throwing him off, and was now refusing to leave him alone.

"well if this is my soulmate goose, then somebody’s gotta tell tony about our newest avenger." they laughed at the implication, viciously eager to witness tony’s reaction to the newest resident of avengers hq.

it has been three days of dealing with your goose, and you were now teased at work as “bird brain”, walking into your office to see several loaves of bread covering the desk. your goose, that you had named piper once you got home, was excited at the prospect of more food, but you planned on donating most of the bread to local shelters, only keeping a couple loaves for the house.

the guest host that week was mick jagger, and he had emerged into the room “i dream of jeanie” style, startling both you and piper, who honked at him in irritation.

it was time for you to work on the song for your little sketch with him, and you had only two more days before performance night (it was thursday) to finish writing it. after settling down and getting into the right mindset, the writing process had begun.

"alright let's see," mick murmured. "let’s all go to the picnic, let's all have a drink. what rhymes with 'drink'?"

you thought for a moment and said quietly, "think?"

you weren't prepared for the absurd response you received from the man, his accent making him round mean as he barked out a loud "NO!" with an unnecessary hand gesture.

piper just about lost it. she was honking and flapping around your office in a tizzy (but staying away from mick because the man was seen as a stranger she wasn't comfortable with).

you racked your brain for another solution, something else to rhyme with 'drink' and you eventually found it: "sink?"

mick thought about it for a moment before replying with a much lighter "yes!" also paired with unwarranted pointing.

‘motherfucker, is this how you write songs?!'

thursday and friday came and went, and soon it was time for your piece to be performed by mick. du to an accidental ankle twist someone else suffered, you were forced to perform a skit live for the first time in your career. it would have been great, but there was one teensy problem: piper blatantly refused to leave your side when it was time to perform, and she would honk and bite anyone that tried to keep her from you onstage.

even poor bobby, who she had grown fond of, was taking the brunt of it. she was not allowing you to be more than a couple feet away from her, and it was almost endearing if you weren't being broadcast on national television.

apparently, piper would also be making her debut appearance on saturday night live tonight as well.

saturday had arrived, and it was sam’s day of rest. he spent the day doing the bare minimum, eating junk food and watching almost everything on netflix he could find.

he didn't stray too far from tradition, not really. it was just that now he had a goose accompanying him the entire time, honking at this and that and eating occasional pieces of popcorn that sam didn't want to share.

he didn't mind his feathered companion, he was actually quite fond of his goose at this point. whitewing (not to be confused with redwing) was the most calm goose any of them had seen, no biting or nipping and especially no honking at ungodly hours of the night.

steve was perplexed. "Are you sure whitewing hasn't done anything bad? no waking you up at night or bites when you don't feed him soon enough?"

sam would chuckle and shake his head, proud to have such a calm goose. "why are you so keen to see him misbehave? aren’t all soulmate geese like this?"

"for lack of a better word, most geese are assholes. i don't know how whitewing is so well behaved," steve balked at the very idea of all geese being so mellow and decided it was story time.

steve’s goose from the century before was the most rambunctious animal anyone had ever seen. he recounted the first and several occasions following where his soulmate goose, jimmy, fended off the blond man's alleyway attackers.

sam was extremely grateful that whitewing had less feral and goose-like tendencies. whitewing was extremely well behaved and had an almost human way about him, the way he honked in reply to sam or the rest of the team when they talked to him.

it was late in the evening when clint decided to plop down onto the couch and flick the channel to nbc, where tonight's host was mick jagger.

"why are we watching this?" sam was enjoying his sitcoms before the other bird man had showed up.

"i haven't watched it in ages, plus mick jagger is on tonight."

"alright, whatever you want."

the intro played like usual, and whitewing was perfectly complacent. they laughed in the right places with the occasional honking from the bird, and everything was great.

"hey man, look!" clint interrupted, keeping sam from being able to hear the punchline. "i think that's a goose!"

"why is there a goose? The skit has nothing to with-"

sam and clint seemed to come to the same realization at the same time as whitewing, the goose beginning to honk incessantly. he was going absolutely berserk, flapping his wings and hopping off of sam’s lap and onto the coffee table, occasionally pecking at the tv where he saw the other goose.

he was going absolutely bonkers.

"whitewing! whitewing, no! calm down!" sam scrambled to calm down his goose, but he was having none of it. the whole entire skit, whitewing was honking and flapping and being a general nuisance.

he found his soulmate.

whitewing kept at it until the screen went to a commercial, his soulmate off of the screen.

"y’know," clint spoke around a slice of pizza. when did he get pizza? "if you hurry, you could go to the studio and meet your soulmate. the show is about halfway over."

before sam could think over the proposition, tony’s voice was heard from the corridor. "somebody shut that damned bird up before I pay ramsay to cook it!"

"i’m taking care of it!"

with that, sam heads to the armory with whitewing on his tail to get his wings. once he's equipped, sam heads to the window and jumps, immediately setting his course for studio 8h and his soulmate.

you’re released to go back to your office once you finish the skit alongside mick and piper, the show almost over. you’re gathering your things lazily, knowing that you have no other responsibilities for the night.

just as you lock your office and piper is waddling beside you without a care in the world, you see kyle running towards you with a look of fear in his eyes. that fear seems to only triple when his eyes land on piper beside you.

"kyle! what’s-"

"there’s another goose on the set! no one is safe!"

wait, was he bleeding?!

you were going to try and help your friend but one look at piper sent him off the rails, the lanky man nearly falling on his ass in an attempt to skid the corner. you hoped that someone would help calm your panicked friend, seeing as you were literally the worst person for the job at the moment.

without further incident, you are able to say goodbye to cecily and mikey before you're stopped in your tracks by michael, who gives piper a funny look.

"wait, so the goose that attacked kyle wasn't piper?" You shake your head in confusion. "dude, your soulmate must have come to the set!"

piper must have either understood what your co-worker had said or she could sense a change in the studio, but she began to honk erratically and run away from you. the last thing new york needed was two feral geese running around attacking people, so you did what anyone would do and ran after her.

"piper! piper, come back!" michael laughed as you chased after your goose. while you were running, you nearly died when you heard a honk that you knew wasn't from your piper. hers were carved into your brain, and you were positive that you could pick hers out of an entire gaggle of geese, so there was indeed a second goose in the studio.

to your dismay, piper did not stop and wait, she just kept on honking and flapping and scaring people in pursuit of the other goose, poor old you having to chase her.

there was another voice you assumed was yelling at his goose since you didn't know of anyone naming their kid whitewing. your eyes were not looking straight ahead when you suddenly bumped into someone, immediately stumbling a bit before regaining your balance.

piper had stopped her honking and that scared you. did someone hurt her? was she-

her and another goose were making muted honks to each other. they sounded like affectionate honks, which is one of the weirdest sentences you ever constructed in your head. but it was true! they were cuddling close to each other and making really quiet honking noises at each other, and if that wasn’t affectionate then you didn’t know what would be.

so if piper found her soulmate, that means yours was-

"i hope comin' to your job was okay. whitewing wasn't gonna give up until I left, so here we are." your eyes were dragged from the touching scene of piper and her special goose to a pair of dark brown irises that radiated warmth and a promise of happy days.

you were absolutely dumbstruck. your mouth was unable to form coherent words, so you decided to take in the appearance of your soulmate. he was wearing a soft grey tee and sweatpants, and socks without shoes. did he realize how unsanitary the streets of new york were?

but upon further investigation, you realize that he probably didn't walk to the studio. on his back was what you would normally call a jetpack, but when you recognize the face your mind completes the puzzle: your soulmate is sam wilson, otherwise known as the falcon. holy shit.

"uh yeah of course, i guess you flew here? no sane person in new york would walk around barefoot in the street." did you really just say that?!

sam nodded and then remembered that he was in his pajamas in front of his soulmate without any shoes. "yeah, he wasn't gonna stop attacking the tv once he saw uh…"

you realized he was asking for your goose’s name, and so you hastily gave it to him.

"yeah, once he saw piper, he went wild. caused more chaos in five minutes than he did in five days!"

you laugh, the nervousness falling away as you recount the story of you first meeting with piper.

people are staring at the pajama-clad avenger and his soulmate, their geese finally satisfied. after all, it wasn't every day so many people were able to watch soulmate geese (and their people) meet for the first time.

sam gently took your hand, his thumb smoothing the skin on the back of it, just listening to you talk. you asked him a question about whitewing and he was in the middle of telling you when he cut himself off. "i just realized i don't even know your name!"

in most scenarios you’d be slightly put off by this, but you didn't have an issue because of the specific circumstances. if he weren't an avenger you wouldn't have known his either, and plus, no one really pays attention to the little rat writers. you give him your name and smile when he introduces himself, his voice even helping show off the brightest smile you’ve ever seen.

with impeccable goose timing, piper and whitewing honk at you to hurry your introductions and leave the studio.

"do you want to fly back to your place , or can I drive you?" it was a risk to ask him such a question, but you were genuinely concerned. you hoped he wouldn't think you were trying to jump his bones only minutes after meeting him so you used (terrible) humor to show your intentions. "you shouldn't fly so late at night without headlights, no matter how high up you get."

sam’s laughter was infectious and soon you joined him, your geese about to get more irritated with their humans.

"yeah, I'd like that. lead the way, soulmate." piper and whitewing honk as the two of you head to the lobby hand in hand, the birds waddling behind you just as happy as soulmate geese could be.

#falcon #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson #mcu #marvel #falcon falcon goose!#sam wilson imagine #falcon imagine #bucky barnes #please don’t judge this mess

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sunarinexe · 3 years

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skating dates with the haikyuu boys

ft ~ suna rintarou, oikawa tooru, kozume kenma, tendou satori, hinata shoyo <3

suna rintarou ~

you know this mf is filming EVERYTHING you do

whether you finally ace an awesome trick or you're falling straight on your ass, the camera is out and flash is on.

probably one of the best skaters out of all the haikyuu boys

if you ask him to hold your hand while riding, he'd keep stepping out of your reach then laugh his ass off if you fell over.

would eventually hold your hand and skate in a line with you 🥺

"RIN STOP MOVING IM GONNA FALL!!" you yelled as you wobbled on your board. rin kept stepping just out of your reach to help with your balance. "come on baby, im literally not moving anywhere" he chuckled, looking at you directly in the eye as he stepped back again.

You stretched your hand out to grab onto your boyfriend. Your hands nearly touched but you leaned slightly too far. The skateboard slipped from underneath you, sending you flying. Hearing a snort from above, you look up to see your tall boyfriend laughing at you. "HAHAHA!" he chuckled at you. "really y/n, you should have seen your face! good job i caught it on camera right?".

You pouted as you saw his phone that was obviously recording your embarrassing moment. Rin saw your annoyed look and slipped his phone into his hoodie pocket. Crouching down to your level, he took your hands softly, as to not hurt the grazes, and he pulled you up. He brought your small hands and softly kissed the marks to soothe them. The entire time, he looked into your eyes.

"Come on, we really gotta work on your balance" he said softly, helping you back on your board, getting on his right by your side. Squeezing tightly onto your hand, he turned his head to give you a soft smile. You smiled back at him, both of you giving a soft push to skate across the path side by side.

tooru oikawa ~

the BIGGEST scaredy cat out of all of them

screaming he's gonna die even tho hes 5cm above the ground

convinced he's gonna break at least 8 bones

if he does fall over, make sure you have band aids and a kiss better because he won't stop whining until you hand em over

"Y/N-CHAN HELP ME!!". You're sat on a wall, resting your hand in your palm, watching your 6 ft tall boyfriend, screaming like a girl. "Tooru you're fine, you're not gonna fall" you said, giggling. It was amusing watching your lanky boyfriend's long limbs flailing as he tried to keep himself still while the skateboard shifted continuously under his feet. "Y/N-CHANNN" he whined. Smirking and rolling your eyes, you hopped off of the wall to rescue Tooru. As soon as you got within 2 ft of him, he latched onto you, gripping you tightly. "Calm down, Kawa, here hold my hand and I'll help you" you said, clutching his hand and squeezing it to reassure him.

Calming down a bit, Tooru looked at you with a slightly nervous smile. "Heh... y'know Y/N-chan, if you wanted to hold my hand, you could've just sai-OW WAIT NO DONT LET GO IM SORRY!!" Smirking, you walked slowly next to him, steering him while giving him pointers on how he should angled his feet.

(side note: "Hey Y/N-chan, will you show me some of your tricks?". defo takes aesthetic pictures of you skating and some of him not skating but with the board to make him look cool on the gram)

kozume kenma ~

was the biggest surprise that he could actually skate pretty well

doesn't do any fancy-ass tricks but can go pretty fast without falling

will 9/10 bring his switch with him and probs bandage you up if you fall but dont expect him not to laugh a bit.

"Kenmaaa come onn teach me to go fast like you!" you whined at your boyfriend, who was sat on top of a skate ramp playing on his switch. Without taking his eyes off of his game, he smirked "You can do it babe, I believe in you". You rolled your eyes, picking up your now-flipped board and setting it down.

You angled the board away from any of the ramps so you wouldn't crash, and pushed yourself down the pathway. You rested your foot behind the one in front. You tried to steer your way around the park but the board was becoming unsteady and wobbling until it slipped out from under you, sending you flying forward and landing on your knees.

"Shit Y/N are you okay?" you heard followed by hurried footsteps. You looked up to see Kenma crouching over you with a slightly worried expression on his face. "Damn, I thought you're steering was better than that. Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He slipped his arm under your cut knees and carried you over to the ramp where your backpacks sat with his game and board.

After taking the bandages out of his backpack (it was like he knew this was gonna happen), he gently wrapped your knees in the soft bandage, leaving a small kiss on each one. Kenma stood up and put both his and your bags on his shoulders and helped you down from the ramp. "I can carry my bag y'know babe?" He took your hand in yours and walked you over to where your board was left. "No it's okay, but do you think you could carry your board though?" he replied.

You looked up at him with a bright smile "Yep don't worry about it!". You tried to run to your board but Kenma stopped you. "Hey, hey, slow down, you gotta be careful 'kay?". You squeezed his hand in a reassuring manner. "Okay, good. Come on let's get home. I wanna charge my switch, it's almost dead"

satori tendou ~

ugh supportive boyfie!

he would be a huge hypeman

brings the best snacks and drinks too bc bby you're gonna be out till 3am

would try and teach you some tricks but probs fall off demonstrating

gives you a spare one of his hoodies he brought just in case

"Wow baby, you're getting pretty good at this you might catch up with me soon!" Satori yelled from the other side of the park. It was pretty late, around 2am so there wasn't anyone else around. "Satori! Shush, people will be trying to sleep, you don't have to shout" you said, walking over to him, board in hand. He ran up to you, giggling, and took your board from you and set it on the floor. You were confused as to what he was doing, but as he was crouched down to put the hoard on the floor, he wrapped his arms around your thighs and hoisted you into the air.

You screamed in surprise and laughed really hard, "Satori put me down, you're gonna drop me!" you cried, as he started to tip you over his shoulder. "Ah-ah-ah, baby, you gotta be quiet, people are sleeping~" he said while jumping around with you in his arms. You started softly hitting at his back, begging him to put you down. When he finally did, he tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. "Come on, let's take a little break"

You guys sat on your skateboards next to each other, watching funny tiktoks, seeing who could down a monster the fastest (satori won) and who cluld catch the most gummy bears in their mouth. A chill ran up your spine, while watching a tiktok Satori was showing you and he eyed you from the side. He placed the phone in your hand so you could carry on watching and grabbed his spare hoodie from his backpack. Without warning, he just shoved your head through the hoodie and pulled your arms through. You looked at him lovingly as he sat beside you again, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close. "I love you a lot Satori. Thank you for everything you do for me". You turned to look at him, confused as to why he had such a wide-eyed expression that immediately softened when your eyes met. Stroking your cheek gently, "I love you too y/n. Thank you for being mine"

(side note: 🥺)

shoyo hinata ~

this poor baby

tries SO hard to do it well but just keeps falling

BUT he always has a smile on his face

ugh this little sunshine

has random snacks and candies in his pockets

will probs take you out for fast food too

"Y/N LOOK IM DOING IT!" your short boyfriend called out to you. You had to admit he wasn't doing a terrible job- oh wait he just fell. You ran over to Shoyo, expecting him to be in pain or a bit defeated at least. Nope. Turns round with the brightest smile saying, "Aw man i was so close!". You chuckled lightly, grabbing his hand to help him up.

"Come on, let's take a hydration break, you've been at it for like an hour straight". You and Shoyo sat on both of your boards sharing some snacks and candies while drinking from your water bottles. "Hey baby look!" he said, pointing at the sky. "It's a cloud that looks like a cat!" You looked up to see a kitty cloud, making you giggle a bit. "Wait, you should totally take a picture and send it to Kenma!" you suggested. "OH MY GOD THATS A GREAT IDEA!" he shouted. Fumbling for his phone, taking a snap of the cloud and sending it to "Kenma the Kat 🐱" on snap. "Tell him i said hi too" you told Shoyo.

After about 10 more minutes of snapping back and forth with Kenma, you started to pack up your things, suggesting to Shoyo you two go get some burgers on the way home. He agreed but instead of getting up, he shimmied his position on his board so he was sat with legs on either side. You raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out your boyfriend's antics. Before you could put two and two together, Shoyo gave himself a huge push and went flying down the path while sitting on the board, screaming all the way.

You had to carry both your bags and your board, chasing him down so you didn't lose him.

(side note: hes too cute pls)

thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed it! <3

#haikyuu imagines #oikawa headcanons #suna headcanons #tendou headcanon #kenma fluff #oikawa fluff #hinata headcanons #hq suna #suna fluff #hinata fluff #haikyuu fluff

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cutegirlmayra · 7 years

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Ok, headcanon time! Set in Modern, but a couple of years later. The gang had a fun day on the beach and now Sonic and Amy are alone nearly sunset. She then gently (please let her be gentle) tries to get him into the water, but fails bc of his stubborness, so she goes alone and fakes she's drowning bc she knows he would come to her rescue~ (he obviously does hehe) A while later a flustered Sonic finally enters the water with Amy, and I don't know how to follow that, so its up to you! ♥

So… is it okay if I mix a bit of Sonic X into this Modern Sonamy?

No objections? great!

(x)

Prompt:

lying outside the rim of the ocean’s crawling waves, Sonic remains happily under a tree in shades, having bee asked a while ago by Amy via a message from Tails that she wanted to spend time with him.

Since she was growing jealous of Sonic only speaking to Tails for a few months, Sonic thought it only fair to comply to at least one of her wishes.

Taking her to a pleasant beach location where no one really goes too, Amy splashed and swam in the clear water, having the sunset light up the ocean around her.

She was enjoying herself while on land with him, showing him how to make a sand castle as he non-chalantly put the rocks and leaves over it before yawning as he shifted to his side, placing a hand up to the side of his face and closing his eyes.

Knowing Sonic though, that didn’t mean he was necessarily bored, but rather, meant he was relaxed and content.

However, being alone in the water all by herself made her squat down a moment in the shallower part of the sea, and wave up to try and catch a sleeping Sonic’s attention.

“Oi! Sonic!” she called, cupping her hands around her mouth to have the sound travel farther.

He slightly lowered his head to have the shades just barely tug on his nose to stay in place, but still sliding down so he could look better out to see her from the glare of the lowering sun.

“Hmm?” he barely spoke above a normal speaking tone, but through the action, Amy saw at a distance that he was listening.

In glee at being noticed, she sprung back from her bended knees and used the momentum to momentarily leap out of the water, before kicking her legs up at him.

“Come try and swim with me!”

“…Em.” he moved his deep, almost a scowling frown to the side of his face. Clearly displeased by that notion, he bobbed his head up to get the sunglasses back in place, keeping his hands behind his head as he rested along a small palm-tree. “I think I’ll pass.” He went right back to dozing off before her voice stirred him again.

“Sooniiicc!!!”

She patted the water, creating more splashes. “Come on! You know half the world is made of water, right? One day, you’re going to have to explore it to if you really want to claim you’ve seen it all.” She smiled, knowing her point was true to home.

It was a convincing idea…

But this was Sonic The Hedgehog.

“Heh.” he chuckled at her logic, before gesturing a hand up in a teasing spin of the wrist, slightly stretching in the process of his mocking. “And what a shame that is.. ahh..” he relaxed again back down, placing the hand on his stomach and smacking his lips from a good rest.

He let himself slide down the front of the trunk and only had his head bent incredibly forward as the rest of his back finally laid across sand.

It was a good scratch though, going down with his exhale on the rough terrain of the tree.

The wind was pleasant too…

He slightly lifted the back of his head against the tree, smelling the pleasant breeze, only getting a slight whiff of Amy’s natural clothes lying just a little ways away from him and along a tree.

He looked over there a moment, seeing them draped over it as her bathing suit had been placed underneath.

But really? Did she need that much perfume for a beach trip?

He rolled his eyes and continued to try and sleep, flopping an arm over his eyes.

“Just swim away, Amy… Swim away…” he slightly chanted, before breathing out his mouth again to try and take another snooze.

She glared, pouting. “You’re suppose to spend time with me!”

“Emm…grr…” he tossed a bit, realizing she wasn’t going to drop it. She had given him enough time for a cat nap though, so he knew he had to entertain her a little while more before she would be content enough to let him doze off again.

He leaned up, blinking his sleepy, lazy eyes. “Then come out here. The land has far more interesting things in it.” He almost whined, not really wanting to put up with her at the moment, but not denying her the time she rightfully deserved.

He turned around and placed his face to the still warmed sand… slowly becoming less and less a heated ground for Sonic to sleep on.

This made him kinda gloomy, but he heard splashing and his name being called, and figured she was complaining.

“I’m not gonna move..” he retorted, snuffing some sand out to make a small indent in it’s wake.

The splashing… grew more violent.

He blinked his eyes opened, before trying to settle on the sand again. “Amy… Can you just make up your mind already?”

Then he couldn’t hear his name. Muffling sounds of gurgles finally shot his eyes open, making him immediately shot upright and look around.

Amy’s hands were flailing about, and her head was mostly under the water…

“…Amy?” Like a guard dog, his ears shifted forward and his kneeling body slowly rose up, trying to examine better the situation.

In alert of what his eyes and ears could see, his senses heightened and he immediately looked to a huge, elongated rock formation that served as a type of pillar towards the ocean.

His face turned serious as he dashed over to it, slipping and sliding a little around it’s smoothed surface, due to water crashing over it through the years, and got pretty close to her.

He sucked in some air, and dived.

Grabbing her and feeling her pulling on him for air, he immediately landed his feet in the shallow waters, completely submerged, to help her breathe.

He slightly glared up, ‘Wonders of water, eh?’ he mocked, before trying to hold her torso up and walk on the bottom of the surface.

When he felt his lungs tighten, his eyes squinted and began to go blurry.

He immediately felt Amy stop struggling and so he let her go, trying his best to ‘attempt’ at swimming up but only being dropped back down.

‘Come on! Where’s an air bubble when you need one?!’

Amy suddenly twisted her body down, and he noticed she looked perfectly alright as she took his shoulders, and tapped them.

He was confused, so she wiggled her arms under his armpits, making him almost laugh at the tickling sensation before plugging his mouth and realizing… that was the last of his air!

She then pushed off the ground and hoisted him up, as he clung to her after flopping his arms about a bit, doggy-paddling as best as he could improvise to her side.

She laughed, making him start connecting dots a moment before pulling him to shore.

“Ack!” Sonic coughed a few times, before Amy lay down, still laughing.

Sonic looked down at her…

—– Memory flash! :D

Amy lay motionless to the ground.

“Amy! Amy!” Sonic kept trying to move her body, spark some kind of… signs of life or whatnot.

But Amy remained without so much as a sound of air.

He immediately panicked, but in all the right ways.

He held his ear to her chest, bending down over her to do so and could faintly hear a sign of life… but it wasn’t strong enough.

It didn’t even match his own racing one.

“Come on, Amy. You’ve got this.” He leaned back up, pressing down on her heart, trying to get it back to working properly at it’s normal capacity.

She only moved under his presses, before he finally pushed harder.

When he realized that wasn’t doing much good, he took matters into his own hands…

Literally…

—-

Sonic stared at Amy’s face, bursting with joy and life.

He remembered slowly bending down, tilting the arch of her neck to get a airflow going, and lightly pressing down his mouth over hers.

With a rush of air, he had revived her into a cough, and took the necklace of stringed shells she had made for him.

He left her in the hands of Chris, Tails, and Cream… needing to get away, to calm himself down from losing something he never thought could be lost.

“Haha… Sonic? Are you okay?” Noticing his stare, Amy suddenly stopped and rolled over, lightly touching his chest to try and stop her rolling from hitting him.

“You’re not mad at me.. are you?”

He just stared, before ducking his head down.

“No…” he admitted, his eyes searching the ground for nothing in particular, just trying to get his thoughts back in order.

“I’m not mad.”

“Good… hehe. I knew you could if you tried!” Amy turned back to the sky, spreading her arms out.

He looked back over, using his elbows to stay a bit upright as the rest of him lay with the waves crashing over him.

He watched as she leaned her head back, sparking further memories of times long passed and for a second…

Nah.

He shook his head, looking away.

“Not again.”

“Hmm?”

He shook his head once more, getting up, one foot in front of the other.

He started to walk off.

“I’m just glad you’re okay,… Amy.”

“Sonic?” Amy tilted her head, looking backwards at him before turning around and moving her head properly.

“Sonic! You really are mad! I’m sorry!” She rushed to get him again, pulling on his arm. “Don’t go! Please! N-now that you’re wet, just play a moment in the water with me. Please? It’s so much fun under there if-”

He looked back at her, showing he wasn’t okay with the trickery.

“I’m not mad.” he stated again, a little more clearly so she knew that wasn’t the issue.

He knew Cream thought Tails and Chris had pulled her out of the water, but the truth was… he had done it.

It was adrenaline and impulse… but he survived to get her to safety. They weren’t even there when he brought her back from the bleak moment of…

He dared not think of it.

He turned away from her, “I just prefer the land, Amy.”

She watched as he looked down and stomped firmly at the dirt, away from the sand now.

“Sturdy… strong… unwavering.” He then turned to give her a smile. “Kinda like you.”

“I was about to say that about you.” Amy closed her eyes, smiling back in understanding, before going to get her clothes and rushing back. “I really am sorry…” Her eyes arched to show her apology was sincere

He shook his head down and put a hand behind his head, scratching it.

“Yeah… I know.” he looked forward, before placing his hands on his hips. “Just don’t do it again, alright?” He smiled over his shoulder, though not really looking her in the eye, mostly the gesture showed he was addressing her, before swaggering off into a casual walk into the bush.

She nodded, “I just knew you would come if I seemed in danger.” she followed after him before he stopped, and turned around more abruptly now, batting his eyes as if confused on that statement.

“You mean… someone wouldn’t?” he then looked to her, oddly confused at her logic. “Amy, anyone would have-”

“But you did faced something you didn’t want to do for me. I call that honorable.”

“Selfless. Admirable. ‘Princey’?” he mockingly lifted fingers up at each attribute of a ‘hero’ he listed off, or at least what the act called for in a person, before she cut him off and grabbed his arm.

“Hehe~ Or romantic~” She played, but he knew there was some truth in what she had said.

He rolled his eyes, and pushed a hand up to her face with a smile, shoving her away.

“Alright, Little Merhog. Calm down.”

“Hey! the Mermaid saved the prince in that one!” she skipped right back up to his side, not phased by his playful actions. She was already used to him, anyhow, and him to her.

“Did it ever occur to her that maybe he wasn’t looking to be rescued?”

“Tell that to your blue face!”

“My face is always blue!”

“You were about to lose all your air!”

“This is just another reason why water- sucks!”

“…Would you have said that if I really did almost drown?”

She swayed her body left and right, putting her hands behind her back as he jumped up on a huge log, looking back with a side-taunt before offering her his hand.

“You’re asking if I’d perform life-saving actions in the case of a real situation, correct?” he turned his head slightly back, but she gave him a look and continued to sway, turning away a moment as if playing coy.

He gruffed, lowering his hand, before bending down more to encourage her to take his hand, lifting the other one up now and gesturing for her to come closer. “Pfft! If I wanted to let you die, I wouldn’t have jumped in. End of story. Come on. Quit trying to play cute.”

“I am cute!” Amy leaned forward, offended slightly but just being playful back as she climbed a little ways towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“You know, you could climb alone.” He wasn’t playing her game. He offered her his HANDS not to lift her like this…

She smiled and batted her eyes, still trying to beg in a sweet way for affection.

He just let his eyes linger in a deadpan expression, before rolling them and nodding.

“Alright, come ‘ere….”

She giggled and moved closer before he wrapped his arms around her waist and hoisted her up, letting her sit on the log pretty darn close to him, holding her rather tightly too as the two turned to stare at the sunset, a little higher up now from the beach’s low-level.

He lifted a leg up, for comfort and stability, also making sure Amy wouldn’t slide down.

“I really am sorry…” Amy ducked her head down into his shoulder, as his quills slightly sprang upwards before he looked down at her.

“Y-yeah, we talked about this, no problem. Ehem.” he spoke rather quickly, almost consciously avoiding stutters as his nerves kicked in.

Shy guy syndrome.

“I just wanted you to swim with me… but you’re right.” she looked up at the clouds and the flickers of the last rays of sunlight over the horizon of the beautiful colored world around her…

“The land is pretty…”

“…So is the sea.” he mentioned, as sincerely as anyone’s voice could reach at a tender level as this.

She looked up, surprised by the change in tone, before he glanced down once or twice and coughed into fisted hand, clearing his throat and looking away from her; completely turning his head.

“It um… ehem. I admit, it’s pretty to look at. Just not be in.”

She smiled in a pleased way, glad he didn’t completely resent the ocean, as it was one of her many loves.

“Well, whatever you stay,… I’ll stay there the most.” she admitted, and looked back at the sky.

Sonic gently took that moment to look back at her, seeing her distracted from him, he was able to show a more truer look of admiring her on his face.

He then smiled and gently lifted a hand up, giving her the needed attention she wanted and lightly rubbing her head.

“It was a good day,… Amy.”

“Yeah.” she slowly closed her eyes, trying to hide the blush and fangirling delights bubblying up inside her and making her want to squee.

“It was, wasn’t it?”

“Heh.” he slightly shrugged, letting a foot dangle off the log now, getting more relaxed as he looked towards the lowering sun as well. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.”

“Yeah…”

She slowly opened her eyes back to him, in an almost subtle, subcontext way…

“I know.”

This made Sonic nervous… he read into the subtext, and rapidly blinked his eyes in a scrunch, before slowly looking back down at her.

What did she think he had meant by that?

(She thought you were saying you loved her and thought she was pretty, dummy! lol)

#sonamy #sonicxamy #modern sonamy #sonamy prompt #sonic #sonic prompt #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #sonic x #sonic headcanon #sonamy headcanon

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