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Hey!! How are you doing? 🥰 It's me again.

Came to request some opm four horseman hugging HC if it's fine with you! (Like how they cuddle n stuff)

Thanks u!

thanks for asking! I've been wanting to do one of these for a minute! Threw in PDA hcs too

Hugs and Cuddles HCS

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Saitama

Dudes awkward at first. Hasn't done this before but gets the hang of it in his own weird way. When it comes to hugs and cuddles, he is the same energy to you as Genos is to him.

Hugs are snug, to say the least. He can get a little carried away, of course entirely unintentional. So usually can end up being bear hugs

If you're shorter or tall he picks you up in hugs, he don't care. He's showing off.

PDA is a bit new to him. He worries he's going to get looks for being with you as it is (you're effortlessly good looking, and he's just bald. my boy insecure). He'll play along if you initiate but it might take a while for him to be comfortable doing the same

He can't go to bed without cuddles. If you're busy late in the night he'll sit in the futon pouting more and more until you come with him.

He wants to be squished. You get trapped in an embrace on top of him usually. He'll roll over on top of you if you try to escape and smush his face in your chest. And he likes being a little spoon sometimes!

He is just clingier than he will admit. Very precious baby

Genos

Cuddle monster fr he cannot get enough of you. Has zero problems with initiating physical contact in any way

Super careful considering how he's just solid metals and you're a tender, squishy baby. When it's safe he likes to lay more on you and have you play with his hair

And he's always hugging you. Clingy little mf. You get trapped with affection often. Can get smothering sometimes! He just needs your attention is all

He picks you up a little if you're shorter in a hug. If you're taller he wants to be picked up. He won't tell you that just do it

PDA is without a question. He doesn't see why it should be its own term. Is lost if he's not holding your hand. He doesn't want any surprise attacks to separate you two so it's mostly a paranoia thing

Like Saitama, he silently refuses to go to bed without cuddles. He will make the futon and sit in it, then stare. He will stare at you, eventually if you're taking a while he will start getting closer. You haven't learned what happens if he gets too close yet.

Best personal heater. Loves spooning you closely, or holding you to his chest. Nothing less than qualified Cuddles, pillows and blankets for you, babe

If you can dig having a second shadow, this the boy for you. Once he starts, he can't stop.

Sonic

The most baby of them all. Always all up on you, talking. Like he can't hold a single conversation without touching you

He likes putting his hands on your waist/tummy, so his hugs usually are with holding you there. Very gentle, unless he's messing around. He'll squeeze you tighter and tighter until you say stop

Your height makes a difference in how he hugs. He's more gentle if you're shorter and more playful if you're taller. Asserting dominance you could say

PDA can be weird for him. Light PDA. He doesn't like those couples in public that are overly on top of each other. That's a private sort of affection to him. He stares judgementally

Dudes a little spoon, no question about it. He likes you under an arm like a half hug. At times he has fallen asleep completely crooked with him laying his head on your stomach and holding one of your legs

He can and will go to bed without you just take your time. He fucking tired

Biggest hugger, loves the tummy

Garou

Has a hard time initiating any form of physical affection fr but he'll cave if he's needy. It's the asking part. He just sort of pushes himself into it and waits to see if you're not in the mood or reject it

Typically they're gentle and sweet unless he's fooling around, then he's bear hugging the life out of you

Assuming you're shorter he usually hunches into his hugs, like making a shield around you so no one else takes you away. If you're taller he likes hiding his face in you when hugging, and holds you tightly.

Actually doesn't mind PDA. People can mind their fucking business. You're his. So what? Cling to him he don't give a shit

He lays on top of you usually when you both aren't doing anything or going to bed. Sometimes you end up rolling around and changing positions but it's not uncommon he stays on top of you like that all night. Either he's on top or you are

You can't ever get out of cuddles. No way. Even if you're mad, or upset, eventually you're getting pulled to his chest and held like it's the last he ever will.

Your touch is his self medication for any inconvenience big or small

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False Meridian

Pairing: Ghostface!Tara Carpenter x reader

Summary: Another Ghostface appears out of the blue and Tara will do whatever it takes to eliminate them before they get the chance to hurt you.

Warnings: graphic violence & gore (!!!), bad decisions, bad writing, the usual shit honestly, this fic also follows scream logic (stab wounds are akin to paper cuts)

Word count: 8.2k

Notes: this was requested by a few people. read the warnings pls. i hate this.

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2

It had been two months since your father’s death and things were very slowly but surely improving.

You integrated into life with the Carpenter sisters well. So well that Tara honestly thought you were always meant to have a place here. Even during those first few days when you were drowning in guilt and grief, you walked the halls of her house like you belonged there, and Tara loved it.

Unsurprisingly, through the impending days and weeks, your mother never came to check on you even once and, in turn, you never asked to see her. Tara couldn’t help but think it was for the better.

Now, she and Sam were your family, and everyone involved seemed more than happy with the arrangement.

Tara could do without having Sam there, personally, but she still had her uses and you loved her for some reason. Well, not for some reason, you’d mentioned how you always wanted an older sibling a few times, but why you adored having Sam in that position was still a mystery to her.

Sam had abandoned her when she needed her most, and her being back now, five years later didn’t change that, no matter how apologetic she tried to seem.

But Tara buried those thoughts whenever they came forth. Sam, for all of her many faults, was helping you and she wouldn’t begrudge you a connection with her sister because of her own hang-ups.

Plus, there were more pressing issues at hand to worry about anyway.

Returning to school after the bruises had healed enough to be believably covered by makeup and strategic wardrobe choices was tense for both of you.

Tara knew her friends could be nosy, and the last thing either of you wanted to talk about was what happened that night.

And the questions started immediately when you sat down at the group’s picnic table before first period. The boys were practically talking over one another, but they calmed when they noticed the way you shrunk into yourself.

Mindy specifically, being the only socially conscious one, was determined to give you space about the issue, whacking Chad and Wes when they crudely tried to question you and reminding you that they would be happy to listen whenever you were ready to talk.

For that, Tara was thankful, and she made sure Mindy knew that.

Over the days, weeks, and months, you established a new normal bit by bit. Your usual liveliness began seeping back in as the blood on your hands faded with time. Dinners and family nights were riddled with your laughter, and you started going to more and more group hangouts.

You seemed freer now, without the shackles your parents placed on you, and the sight made Tara overjoyed.

So things settled once more and a peace of sorts came to rest over her.

Sure, there were the daily annoyances like boys at school who stared at you in the halls, Wes’ insistent crush, and Sam’s overprotectiveness, but none of that mattered because you were there to soothe her every time.

And now that you lived with her, she had unlimited access to you—her favorite drug, her unending addiction. It was utter bliss.

But of course, peace, however relative it may be, never lasted for Tara.

It happened on a normal night, which only made it that much worse in Tara's mind.

You all had finished eating dinner together twenty minutes ago. Sam, as usual, left for her night shift just as you and Tara began washing dishes, walking out the door chuckling at Tara’s grumblings about getting out of chores while you waved.

Per the routine that you both had been cultivating, you washed, and she dried. You’d gotten to the point where you were both automatic, not needing to look to know where the other was and what they were doing.

When you blindly handed her a dish, she was already waiting for it with an open palm. You worked in tandem efficiently, like a well-oiled machine.

The only thing that actively broke the set-in-stone routine was the ringing of the landline on the kitchen counter.

It was an odd occurrence. The number connected to it was long forgotten by Tara, so it sat silently on the counter most days, completely invisible save for the few times it got knocked over while cooking.

So the sudden sharp ringing startled you both. Tara flinched, her movement nearly imperceptible, but you literally jumped. The only thing that kept you from dropping the dish you were scrubbing was the steadying hand Tara placed on your forearm.

You shot her a bewildered glance, which she returned, but ultimately you ignored it and went on with your shared task.

But then it rang again, and again, and again.

Both of you tried to continue ignoring the sound, but it persisted for minutes on end, unrelenting.

You dried your hands off roughly with the towel by the sink. “I’m just gonna answer it.”

Tara nodded mutely, her eyes following you as you answered the phone.

She continued to dry off the last few dishes, sending you small glances as she set them on the counter. You were leaning against the island, exchanging tense small talk with what Tara assumed to be a particularly insistent telemarketer and she could tell by your tone of voice that the conversation would be over very soon.

Just as she was about to put the dishes away, you gasped, and the phone clattered loudly onto the island counter. Tara was by your side instantly.

“What happened?” she asked urgently.

You didn’t answer, too busy pressing yourself against the sink to try and put as much distance between yourself and the landline as possible.

She carefully took one of your hands and cradled it between hers, hoping to calm you enough to talk and it worked.

“He—he asked what my favorite scary movie was.”

Oh, she thought, her previous tension abating a bit.

Stupid calls like this had been happening ever since her initial killing spree. Immature teens and twenty-somethings loved pretending to be her so they could scare a stranger and get a cheap laugh. Tara adored the Stab movies, but the hardcore fans could be such disruptive assholes.

She sighed, stroking her thumb softly over your knuckles. “It’s okay, baby. It’s just a prank call. People have been getting them for months now.”

You shook your head vehemently. Only now did Tara feel the slight shaking of your hand in hers.

“No, Tara,” you whispered, fear staining every syllable. “He knew my name.”

Tara froze. Immediately, she picked up the phone and pressed it to her ear.

“Who the hell is this?”

A sardonic laugh chimed from the speaker, and even from that single noise, Tara recognized the use of the voice changer.

“I’m just somebody who knows your little family secret, Tara.”

Her heart stuttered but she didn’t miss a beat. Thinking quickly, she decided to try and bait him.

“And just who are you? A loser who needs to hide behind someone else’s identity to mess with some girls? Don’t be a coward, show yourself.”

A clumsy attempt, but the only thing she came up with on the spot. Unfortunately, he didn’t bite.

“Oh, now where would the fun in that be? One of the best parts of the Stab movies is the mystery. Revealing the killer’s identity in the opening scene would be disappointing. As a fellow fan, wouldn’t you agree, Tara?”

The way he said her name, like a taunt rather than a title, made her skin prickle. Her irritation was rising steadily, but she couldn’t lose control. Not in front of you.

Narrowing her eyes, she walked to the other side of the kitchen and dropped her voice to the most menacing whisper she could muster.

“Is that what you think this is? The opening kill scene? Because I think you have it painfully backwards.”

“And what makes you think that? I could kick down your front door and dismember you both right now. Who knows, maybe I’m already inside.”

An empty threat, she knew, but still opened her security system app, silently thanking her intuition when she all but forced Sam to install one after you moved in. As expected, it was green. No doors or windows had been opened.

With that reassurance in mind, she set her phone down and turned her back to you.

“Believe me when I tell you that if you step foot inside of this house, I won’t just kill you, I will brutalize you. I will maim you so badly that your family won’t even be able to identify your body.”

The threat did little to deter the stranger. If anything, it seemed to excite him.

“Oh? And how can you be so sure?”

Tara chuckled. “Call it personal experience.”

“Well, luckily for both of us, we’re diverging from the formula. This isn’t a kill scene; this is a warning. A message, if you would.”

Confusion swelled in her. She asked, “A message for who?”

A laugh from the other end. Then, “You, Tara. And your dear sister. And your… ‘friend,’ of course.”

Her teeth grit harshly at the mention of you, but she needed to uncover a motive of some kind if she wanted to identify this person, so she tried another tactic.

“You’re a Stab fan, but you’re changing the iconic opening sequence?” she asked. “Why? Isn’t changing the franchise formula sacrilegious? I mean, they tried that with Stab 7, and look where that got them.”

“Ah, but this is my movie, Tara. And altering the structure serves a purpose. It destabilizes audience expectations and builds tension for the impending bloodbath in the future.”

“And when exactly will this bloodbath be?”

“I’ll be back for the seminal third act soon when both family members are present to witness it. In the meantime, I’ll keep your secret safe.”

Tara went to respond but the line went dead.

You watched her intently as she turned back around, glancing between her and the phone. Cautiously, you asked, “Did he hang up?”

She nodded, placing the phone back on the receiver roughly. She hadn’t managed to ascertain a solid motive, but there were pieces. Bits of a breadcrumb trail for her to try and follow.

He mentioned that this was his movie, could that be his motive? Was this just the work of a fanatical fan that wanted a movie made from their actions?

But at the same time, this sounded far too personal to just be some random fanboy. Why target her specifically? And what exactly was he talking about when he said he knew her secre—

A sharp knock on the window resounded through the kitchen.

Both you and Tara jumped. There was a moment of stillness, both you and Tara seemingly frozen in time, but she forced her legs to move. Slowly, she crept toward the window, ignoring your frantic whispers, and pulled the curtain aside.

Standing right on the other side was someone in a Ghostface mask and a black robe. 

When he knew he had her attention, he tilted his head to the side and raised his hand, proudly showing off the knife within it.

Tara’s eyes widened. Her fingers curled instinctively, muscles tensing in preparation for a fight. But he simply waved, waggling his fingers around the hilt, then turned and walked away.

She wanted to chase him down, tear off that mask, and use that knife of his to tear out his insides. But she couldn’t leave you here alone, vulnerable to an attack from a possible accomplice. After all, there were usually two killers in the Stab movies.

So she stood with her feet planted before the window and watched as he disappeared into the night.

Behind her, she heard you speaking urgently with someone and her answer as to who it was came not even ten minutes later when her sister’s car screeched into the driveway.

There were only seconds between Sam haphazardly parking and her crashing through the door. Before she knew it, Tara was being pulled into a group hug, but her eyes remained on the window.

Distantly, she heard you recounting the events of the past half hour or so, and Sam’s repeated attempts to calm you finally pulled her from her stupor. She reached, put a consoling hand on your back and cherished the way your muscles relaxed under her touch.

A combination of Sam’s ushering and Tara’s reassurances got you to finally go upstairs and as soon as you were out of view, it became apparent that Sam was going to attempt to get Tara to follow suit.

“Hey, I know you’re probably shaken about what happened, but you need to rest,” Sam urged her kindly, but the words went largely unheard.

The only part Tara registered was the error in her statement. Because shaken wasn’t quite how she felt.

Her smoldering anger was present, burning her veins with its intensity, but more than anything she felt…dishonored. Aggrieved, even, that someone would dare don the mask and robe that she adorned months before and attempt to terrorize her in her own home. Not to mention the extended threat to you as well.

So, no, Tara was not shaken in the slightest. If anything, she was rooted more firmly in her ways than she had been in a while.

Sam approached and rubbed her shoulder gently. This time Tara looked over at her, which made the taller girl smile.

“Go get some sleep, Tar. I’ll stay up and keep watch.”

The use of the old nickname made Tara’s hand twitch. She wanted to protest, she didn’t trust her sister to bear that responsibility alone, but you were upstairs waiting for her. You needed her so she forced a nod and trudged up the steps.

As expected, you were in bed waiting for her. She climbed into bed next to you and pulled you into her, cradling your head to her chest. Neither of you spoke a word, just laid with each other in the silent reassurance that the other person was alright.

And even when your breaths eventually evened out, her gaze remained fixed on the ceiling above.

-

Tara didn’t sleep.

Her eyelids never even drooped. There was too much adrenaline, too much to think about, too many opportunities for someone to sneak in and hurt you for her to even think about sleep.

So instead, she cycled through all of the possibilities of who the imposter Ghostface could be and who their target was.

Her first instinct was to say they were after her, but that couldn’t be true. No one knew that she was behind the murders earlier that year. No one.

There were no witnesses, no clues left at the crime scenes, and no reason for anyone to suspect her.

Next would be you. But she couldn’t think of a single person who would want to hurt you. You had no enemies, at least none that she was aware of. It could theoretically be someone who knew about your father, but no one in their right mind would be seeking retribution for that waste of oxygen, so she wrote that off as well.

Lastly, there was Sam.

Sam was the biggest unknown factor for Tara. She knew next to nothing about her sister’s whereabouts in the past 5 years, besides the vague knowledge about her residing in Modesto for most of that time.

But faux Ghostface’s words kept replaying in her head.

“I’m just somebody who knows your little family secret, Tara.”

In the meantime, I’ll keep your secret safe.”

Tara thought that those comments were directed toward her, that someone had figured out what she had done. But what if they were about someone else? After all, she wasn’t the only one in the family with a dark secret.

Well, there was only one way to find out.

She was hesitant to leave you alone, even when she knew you were safe, but this was a conversation she had to have with Sam alone. So she carefully untangled herself from you and laid you against the pillow before heading downstairs.

Her sister was lying on the couch with her eyes glued to the tv, looking every bit as tired as Tara felt. She sat up as Tara entered. “You’re up early.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” Tara muttered, sitting down where Sam’s legs had previously resided. She gave her sister a serious look. “I need to talk to you.”

Sam’s brows furrowed at her tone, but she nodded. “Okay.”

“I need you to be honest with me, Sam. Please.”

Another nod. “I will.”

Tara took a deep breath. “Is there anyone from your past that you think would want to hurt you?”

“You think Ghostface was here for me?” Sam asked.

“I’m thinking it could be a possibility, yes.”

“Okay, um,” Sam bit her lip, thinking. “I don’t think so. I haven’t been involved in anything…bad for years now. What makes you think he might’ve been targeting me specifically?”

“He mentioned a family secret. Twice,” Tara explained, watching her sister’s reaction closely. “I’m not trying to accuse you, I promise, but is there anyone that you told about your parentage besides me? Anyone?”

After thinking for another moment, Sam paled. She looked away for a minute then, straightening up, she said, “I have to tell you something…”

“What?” Tara asked, trying to decipher her sister’s behavior.

“There’s…this guy that I’ve been talking to online. His name is Richie,” Sam said, voice unsteady.

Tara’s stomach dropped.

“Sam…”

“It was just casual at first, I swear. I wasn’t intending on getting too close, but I was struggling, and he offered to listen,” Sam whispered. Tears were welling in her eyes as the full realization hit her, but Tara didn’t care. She couldn’t, not with what she was hearing.

“Did you tell him?” she asked, heartbeat kicking up.

There was a beat of agonizing silence. Then, “Yes.”

Tara stood abruptly, fists clenched. Sam stood with her, hands hovering around Tara’s shoulders, but the smaller girl took a step back. Her mind raced. She was trying to simultaneously work out what was happening while actively refraining from strangling her sister.

A question rose to the forefront of her mind.

“How did he know where you lived?”

Sam looked away, shame radiating off of her. “…My birthday’s coming up. He said he wanted to send me something—"

Tara spun on her heels and stormed into the kitchen. Her sister was hot on her heels, the stuttered beginnings of an apology on her lips, but Tara couldn’t hear it over the blood roaring in her ears.

“Tara—"

“I can’t believe you,” she growled. “You risked not just your own life, but the lives of everyone in this house, and for what? A man that was just trying to use you? Jesus Christ, Sam. That’s pathetic, even for you.”

That nearly made, a few tears overflowed and spilled down her cheeks, but she kept herself together long enough to get out one more coherent sentence.

“I’m sorry, Tara. I never meant for something like this to happen, I swear.”

Shaking her head violently, Tara looked away.

She didn’t want to accept it. She wanted to go even further, to stick her finger in the wound and dig even deeper. Twist the knife even further and watch Sam squirm under the pressure. But she held herself back.

There was an unpredictable man in a Ghostface costume specifically targeting them. She needed all hands on deck. This wasn’t just about her feelings, even if entirely justified. You were here now, and your safety took precedence over her personal vendettas.

So she forced her tense muscles to go slack, wiped the fury from her features, and turned to pull Sam into her arms.

She disregarded the way her sister’s pathetic cries made set her nerves alight and whispered out meaningless we’ll be okay’s until the emotion passed.

Through it all, Tara tried to ignore how badly her palms itched.

-

Time passed in an odd, infrequent manner.

It was no longer a steady, unending stream of hours, days, and weeks. It trickled by in short, uneven bursts as if it was leaking from a broken faucet. Some days were long, the eight hours spent in school feeling like an eternity, while others seemed to last for minutes.

But eventually, the days added up until three entire weeks went by in paranoid quiet.

No sign of a lurking killer. No calls on the landline. Not a single glimpse of a white mask.

It was tormenting. Every day that passed without incident made her tenser, feeding her paranoia steadily until it was impossible for Tara to get a single good night of sleep.

Sam appeared to be suffering the same fate as her, but Tara didn’t care. She had offered the illusion of forgiveness in the moment, but they were on far from good terms.

They still saw each other every day since they lived in the same house, but apart from greetings and small pleasantries, Tara was trying her best to avoid interacting with her sister. The lingering anger and bitterness were still simmering beneath the surface, and she didn’t want to risk unleashing that in your presence, so she took to avoidance.

Sam noticed and tried to bridge the gap, mostly at dinner with incentivizing questions and comments, but her attempts were brazenly ignored by Tara, leaving you to awkwardly pull on the conversation threads in her place.

Of course, because of that, you picked up on the tension between the sisters. It was hard to miss, honestly.

Tara thought you would confront her about it, but you must’ve learned that head-on confrontation accomplished little when she was set in her ways about something because, suddenly, there were far more “family movie nights” than there were previously.

She participated half-heartedly, mostly for your sake but also because there was strength in numbers, and being together was safer than staying apart.

Tonight was one such night. It was 10 pm on a Friday, and you were practically buzzing with excitement beside her. For movie night tonight, you weren’t even watching a movie but instead finishing some Netflix show that you and Sam had gotten hooked on.

So you were snuggled into Tara’s side on the couch, pulling the show up on the tv while Sam made the popcorn (Tara’s personal favorite part of these nights, besides you).

“Ah, shit,” came Sam’s voice from the kitchen, and you both looked over to see what was going on. Sam closed the cabinet, a frown pulling the edges of her lips downward. “We’re out of popcorn.”

Your excitement tempered some, a disappointed sigh leaving your lips. You went to say something, but Sam straightened up, her frown disappearing.

“I can run to the store real quick and get some.”

Whether she was trying to dote on you to build rapport with Tara again or she just genuinely wanted to do it for you was unclear, but Tara didn’t like the idea of her going alone.

“Sam, maybe that’s not a good idea,” she reasoned. At her side, you nodded in agreement.

“Yeah,” you said, “it could wait till tomorrow.”

“There’s a convenience store a block or two away. It’s barely a trip.”

When neither of you responded, Sam pursed her lips, looking around briefly before grabbing her phone from the kitchen island and opening it. She spent a moment fiddling with it then came to kneel in front of you.

“Here,” she gestured to your phone, “accept the call, and I’ll stay on the line until I’m back.”

You hit answer, still hesitant. Tara said nothing, unease building in her gut steadily. It had been three whole weeks without a peep from Richie. And sure, the possibility of him losing his nerve and giving up was technically feasible, but was that really a risk worth taking?

“Are you sure you don’t want me or Tara to come with you?” you asked, worry tinging your tone.

Before Tara could say no, Sam shook her head. “No, you two stay here. I like knowing that you guys are safe with the security system in place. This should take no more than fifteen minutes and I’ll stay on the phone with you both the entire time, okay?”

Tara narrowed her eyes, flicking them over to you to see your response. For a moment you just sat there, looking worriedly at her sister, but you nodded slowly.

“If you hang up, I’m finishing the show without you,” you threatened with a small smile.

Sam laughed, patted your arm, and stood. Both you and Tara watched as she pulled her shoes and bomber jacket on. Tara was tempted to call her back but by the time the urge hit, Sam was shutting the door.

Throughout her journey to and inside the store, Sam kept her promise and didn’t hang up, keeping a steady flow of conversation with you even as she was being rung up by the clerk.

Tara stayed quietly by your side the whole time, trying to ease the pit in her stomach, but it didn’t go away. The dread persisted still as Sam announced that she was pulling into the driveway.

The muffled sound of a car door closing outside had you rushing over to the door. Tara smiled at your excitement, stepping up behind you as you pulled it open.

Outside, Sam was standing in the driveway, victoriously waving the popcorn in the air. “I got the last box!”

She started walking up to the open door when suddenly, a streak of black flashed across the yard, and before Tara could properly register it, her sister was being tackled to the ground. The sharp crack that accompanied her head hitting the ground barely resonated before Tara was slamming the door shut and twisting all the locks back in place.

You ran toward the door, but Tara grabbed you. “What are you doing?” she hissed.

“Sam’s out there, Tara. We have to help her.” You started toward the door again, but Tara wasn’t budging.

This is all her fault, she wanted to say but didn’t. Instead, she said, “We can’t. It’s not safe, but we’ll go back for her, okay? I promise.”

“Don’t be so sure about that, Tara.”

Tara inhaled sharply at the sound of the voice, while you dropped your phone with a gasp. But then the implications hit her just a second later and made her stomach drop to her feet.

The call was still connected. Sam’s phone was still unlocked, meaning Richie had full access to the security system app.

Seconds after Tara’s revelation, her phone dinged, and the voice notification automatically played.

Security System Disabled

A horrified gasp from her right told her that you heard it too. She tried to reenable it, but it was immediately disabled again, the green turning back to red while the mechanical voice taunted her.

Security System Disabled

There was no time. He was going to make his way in here, there was no stopping it.

Her greatest concern was making sure that you were as far away from him as possible when that happened. She grabbed your shoulders, caught your eye.

“Listen, take one of the kitchen knives and go lock yourself in my room. Hide in the closet and call 911. Tell them to bring police and paramedics, okay?”

You immediately shook your head and protested, “What? No, I am not leaving you alone with a serial killer, Tara.”

“Yes, you will. You need to.”

“Tara—"

“Please,” she begged, her voice strangled. She tightened her hold on your shoulders, thumbs digging into your soft skin. “Please, I can take care of myself. But I need to know that you’re safe. I can’t focus if you’re in danger. So please, just do as I say right now, ok?”

Reluctant, you nodded and pressed your lips to hers in a quick but firm kiss. After parting you held her gaze for another moment before running up the stairs toward the bedrooms.

Tara watched you go and once she knew you were safe, she ran into the kitchen and scoured through the cabinets until she found the large, cast-iron skillet she used for stir-fries. She tried to peer out the window, but with the curtains tightly drawn, there was no telling what was happening outside.

Tara paused, a strategy forming. She could use the lack of visibility to her advantage.

Quickly, she moved the knife block to the opposite end of the island then began to cut the lights in both the living room and the kitchen one by one.

She saved the kitchen for last, keeping her eyes on the door as she flicked the switch down and crouched behind the island near the knives to wait.

Minutes passed in eerie silence, then finally, she heard the tell-tale jingle of keys in the front door lock. The knob twisted and the door creaked as it was pushed open, soft and slow. The sound only put Tara even more on edge.

Light footsteps could just barely be heard even in the silence, and Tara’s ears perked. The sounds stopped momentarily, then started in her direction. Quiet footfalls neared at a glacial pace, giving Tara ample time to steady her grip and prepare herself.

Once the footsteps were practically next to her, she swung with all her strength to the left. She connected with the nearest leg, and the force of the blow sent shockwaves up her arms.

The pained shout that arose was distorted by the voice changer inside the mask, but the clatter of the knife he was holding falling to the floor was clear as day.

Tara stood and, as soon as she located the knife, kicked it away. She took another swing, but he seemed to hear this one coming because he jerked back, so she struck the hard counter instead. The physical shock of it made her drop the pan in surprise.

He stumbled to his feet, clearly favoring his left leg. Desperate, he swung wildly a few times. Tara backed away but in a stroke of luck, the last one connected with her cheek.

Pain exploded where his fist connected, echoing through her jaw. The familiar, addictively metallic taste of blood coated her tongue and teeth. The pain only served to ground her, focusing the smoldering fire of her rage solely on the man in front of her.

Breath heaving, he went for another blind punch, but she sidestepped and delivered a solid kick to what she hoped was his left knee. And if the groan was anything to go by, then she hit her mark.

He fell again, clutching his knee, and Tara circled him. She stood on his right shin, hooked her arms around his throat, and leaned against the counter behind her, pulling back as hard as she physically could.

Richie coughed violently. Flailing arms tried to pry her off, but she stood firm, eyes drifting to the knife holster on the island. She leaned down by his ear.

“You know, with all that talk about secrets, you really should’ve been more careful with your own.”

She squeezed her arms together tighter and braced her hands firmly on her upper forearms. The urgency in Richie’s movements increased, but he achieved nothing all the same.

“Because I know your secret too, Richie,” Tara growled, lips coiling into a malignant crimson smile.

He froze at the sound of his name and Tara took the opportunity to rip the mask off of his face.

Now that his mask of bravery was off, she was overcome with the need to turn the lights back on. Because she wanted to see it. She wanted to watch his weaselly face contort in pain, she wanted to watch those last bits of life drain from his eyes.

Violent desire coursing through her, her grip loosened, one hand reaching back to flick the light switch on. But that was all he needed.

A moment of hubris was enough to ruin the victory she had very nearly secured.

The instant the lights were on, Richie, with all his body weight behind him, lurched right, sending them both tumbling to the floor.

Because of her position, she was unable to get her arms beneath her in time, and her head hit the tile hard. She blinked against the white flash of pain, but by the time she got her bearings, Richie was already retrieving his knife.

Watching him struggle to his feet, Tara changed tactics. She backed into the living room to put some space between them so she could possibly get another weapon. But before she could assess the room, Richie rushed her with a loud cry.

He clumsily wrestled her to the ground in a mess of thrashing limbs. Because of his size, he gained the upper hand quickly and straddled her. Tara fought against him, lashing out violently with her hands, and her nails managed to catch on the side of his face.

Gasping, she dug them deeper into his skin and, with all her strength, pulled.

A yell of agony tore its way out of his throat, and Tara could feel his skin peel beneath her fingers and get stuck under her nails. But he didn’t let up. His fingers found their way around her throat and squeezed.

He had her pinned down. His fingers had a death grip around her throat and her vision was beginning to go dark around the edges.

She thought she saw a flash of something behind Richie, but she paid it no mind, keeping all of her focus and strength on punching and kicking and squirming. He pressed down on her trachea even harder, and Tara choked.

But then, Richie screamed and all at once his hands released her throat, and she could breathe again.

He careened to the side and only then did Tara notice the knife sticking from his left side. She looked back up and saw you with wide, terrified eyes. Despite the danger, she took a moment to appreciate the circumstance before her.

You had picked up his knife and stabbed him with it. She would have smiled if her throat wasn’t on fire.

Another ragged cough tore its way from Tara’s throat and that brought your attention from her attacker to her. Your eyes softened and you started toward her. But Richie wasn’t down just yet.

He wrenched the knife from his side with a grunt. With rage in his eyes, he turned to you, staggering unsteadily back to his feet with the knife tight in his grip.

“You fucking bitch!” he roared.

You froze and, without any other option, fled into the kitchen with Richie stumbling closely behind. Just as your fingers brushed the hilt of one of the knives in the block, he snagged the neckline of your shirt and yanked you back.

“Oh no you don’t.”

Richie pinned you against him, one arm steadily anchored around your ribcage and the other, the one with the bloodied knife, rising above his head. Tara tried to stand, but equilibrium was shockingly hard to regain at that moment.

She was just getting to her knees when he plunged the knife into your stomach. The pained scream that you let out would haunt Tara for the rest of her life.

Richie smirked, wide and unruly. “Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?”

The only response you gave was a whimper. He grabbed you by the neck and slammed your head down onto the kitchen counter. Hard. A loud crack echoed off the walls and you fell in a heap on the floor, unconscious.

Words like rage, fury, and anger were far too soft to describe the feeling that overtook her when your body hit the ground.

The emotion that overcame her was rough and discordant, and primitive. It bled over her vision, tainting it dark crimson, and pushed her to her feet with a newfound balance and sick certainty.

At full speed, Tara ran and latched onto him, using all of her body weight to throw him back onto the living room carpet.

Richie tried to stand again, but Tara tackled him back down and straddled him. But Tara punched him once, hard, then again and again and again until his head lolled and his grip slackened, leaving the knife to fall onto the carpet beside him.

Seeing him lying under her, bruised and defeated, didn’t satisfy Tara, nor did the ache in her knuckles. Not after he hurt you so badly. She needed him to bleed. She needed him to suffer.

He needed to pay.

Steady fingers wrapped around the hilt of the knife at her side. As she raised it above her head, she found a certain poeticism in it—the fact that Richie was going to meet his end at the hands of the true Ghostface, with his own weapon.

With a deep breath, she allowed the savage tidal wave of emotion to wash over her, and she saw more than felt the way she slammed the knife down. Time became a blur of movement. Red clouded her vision, but she could feel everything—the hard hilt of the knife, the give of the flesh beneath it, the satisfying crunch of bone.

The image of you being stabbed playing over and over and over, fueling the raging wildfire within her.

By the time she returned to herself, there was an all-encompassing silence; the only sounds impeding it were her labored breaths.

The knife in her hand was slick with blood. A fierce ache ran from her forearms to her shoulders. Tara looked down at her victim and her brows furrowed.

What remained of Richie’s head was a mess of jutting bone fragments, scattered clumps of blood-soaked hair, and chunks of torn flesh. Amongst the soup of blood, bone, and brains, there was an eyeball rolled off to the right. Distantly, she wondered where the other one was.

Looking further down, Tara noticed the amount of blood on the ground. The carpet was drenched in red, and given how saturated it looked, she wouldn’t be surprised if it soaked all the way through to the hardwood beneath it.

Tara exhaled sharply through her nose. That carpet would definitely have to be replaced.

Her eyes moved off the ground and toward the kitchen, where your limp form entered her vision. Immediately, she dropped the knife and ran to you, dropping to her knees beside you.

She scrambled to press her fingers to your neck, and thankfully, she found a pulse. It was weaker than she would’ve liked, but it was steady. You were holding on for her, and that meant everything to Tara.

Turning her attention back to your wound, she assessed the damage. The blade was still lodged firmly inside your stomach, and she hadn’t enough medical knowledge to know whether it pierced anything important based just off its positioning alone, but she knew not to take the knife out.

So she pressed her hands down around it as hard as she could. You let out a pained breath in your unconscious state but showed no signs of rousing. She wasn’t sure if that was good or not.

All that mattered was making sure that you stayed with her until the paramedics arrived. She knew you listened to her earlier, so authorities should be on their way with medical help in tow.

But she would be lying if she said her composure didn’t begin to slip with each passing second of silence.

What got her most was the blood. Tara was accustomed to gore and had long passed the point where anything like that bothered her, much less the sight of just blood, but this was your blood, and it was everywhere.

On her hands, slipping between her fingers, pooling beneath you, staining her pants, on your face, drying just beneath your nostrils.

All Tara could see was red, red, red, and not because of her anger, but because of her inability to protect you when it mattered.

The door opened, slamming harshly against the wall, and Tara jumped, instinctively putting herself between you and whoever was approaching.

She glanced back and saw her sister standing in the doorway, leaning against it slightly as she clutched her stomach. Their eyes met and Sam visibly relaxed. “Tara—"

Her gaze wandered left, and Sam stopped short by the door; eyes glued on the mess of human flesh laying limp on the carpet. Cursing silently, Tara squeezed her eyes shut.

She rushed to find any sort of justification, but it was hard when her world was falling apart before her eyes and beneath her hands.

“He—he hurt—” Tara broke off into a sob, the blood on her hands burning nearly as much as her throat.

Sam tore her eyes away from Richie’s remains and looked back over to her younger sister. Her eyes widened and Tara assumed that she finally noticed your worrying state. Tara kept her hands firmly pressed to your wound as she watched Sam, trying to figure out what her next move would be.

Finally, she said, “It’s okay,” sounding more like she was trying to reassure herself than Tara. She nodded to herself, repeated it, “It’s okay.”

Slowly, she moved from her place by the door and approached the body, looking like she was fighting the urge to be sick the closer she edged to it.

“What are you—” Tara started, eyes wide, but Sam interrupted.

“Listen, when the police come, you’re going to tell them that I did this.”

Tara blinked, lost. “W-What?”

Sam, with a pale grimace, reached down to the mass of flesh and began doing a mixture of spreading and splattering the warm, leaking blood on her shirt, face, and arms. Then she came to kneel on the other side of you, giving you a long mournful look before she spoke to Tara.

“When they ask you what happened, you tell them that he was trying to hurt you and I did…that to him because of it. Okay?”

Nothing was making sense. She wouldn’t take the fall for Sam if it were the other way around, so the fact that Sam was so willing to do it for her was…it was rousing feelings she hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

“Why?” Tara asked, bewildered.

“Having this on your record, even if it was self-defense, will haunt you for the rest of your life. You have a bright future, Tara, and I’m protecting that.”

Traces of the affection she once felt for her sister flared up and to her surprise, Tara felt more tears well up in her eyes and spill over. Real tears accompanying the achingly real tightness in her chest. “Sam—”

Sam just shook her head. “You know how Sheriff Hicks feels about me; she’ll be more than happy to put this on my record. You’re going to be ok. Both of you will. I promise.”

Gently, she leaned her forehead against Tara’s and kept it pressed there until sirens blared in the distance. When Sam stood and went over to kneel by Richie, Tara blinked away her tears and pressed her hands down harder on your wound.

Police burst through the door, and everything blurred for Tara. The world became a cacophony of lights and sounds and movement, and she only snapped back to reality when paramedics started trying to take you away from her.

In her mind, she knew she should let them take you. That you were much safer in the hands of professionals that could properly tend to you, but the logical part of her brain was quickly overshadowed the moment someone tried to pull her away.

Because she needed to be next to you. She needed to feel your pulse, see the rise and fall of your chest with her own eyes to make sure that you were still alive.

So she fought every hold on her, twisted violently against the increasing number of hands clutching onto her, trying to separate her from you. And she nearly succeeded. She was so close, so close to making it back to your side.

A prick in her neck was the last thing she felt before the world faded to nothing, the last remnants of your name dying on her tongue.

-

A monotonous beeping in your ear was the first thing that you registered.

The second was how weird you felt. You felt heavy and weightless at the same time. You cracked your eyes open and instantly closed them against the blinding brightness you were met with. Briefly, you wondered if you died, but something told you that the afterlife didn’t smell like antiseptics.

Once more, you opened your eyes, going slower so your eyes could properly adjust, and finally took in your surroundings. You were in a hospital room and a glance to your left told you that the annoying beeping you heard was a heart monitor.

Awareness slowly crept back into your dazed mind. The moments came back one by one, flashing against the back of your eyelids as you blinked.

Ghostface attacking Sam. You going upstairs and calling 911. Running down and helping Tara.

Tara.

With a gasp, you jolted up. Your wound gave a powerful throb in response, cutting straight through the pain meds but you ignored it.

The last thing you remembered was the man—Richie? —thrusting a knife into you, then your face met the hard marble of the kitchen counter and that was it.

Was Tara ok? Did Sam make it? Was Ghostface caught and apprehended?

Those questions fueled you to sit up but you only made it halfway before strong hands were on your shoulders, pushing you back down.

“No, don’t move.”

Recognition sparked instantly. You knew that voice. Tara.

The need to know that she was alright nearly made you frantic as you looked at her, and took in her state.

She had a fading bruise on her cheek, and there was some much harsher, nearly black bruising around her neck, but otherwise, she looked fine, if a bit tired. You let out a sigh of relief.

You tried to lift your hand to her neck, but you only made it about halfway before Tara caught it and brought it to her lips to press a kiss to your knuckles.

“Looks worse than it,” she said with a small grin, but you could hear the strain. It reminded you of the ache in your throat after what your father did, the bruises he left behind.

You looked away, decided to focus on the other questions plaguing your mind.

“What happened to the man? Is Sam okay?”

Tara’s eyes flashed with something, but it was gone as soon as it appeared. “Richie’s dead.”

“The police killed him?”

She looked away then and played with your fingers. “No, Sam did.”

“Sam?” you asked in disbelief. That didn’t seem quite right, but you couldn’t pinpoint why.

You looked at Tara, saw the exhaustion in her eyes, the way she was worrying her lip between her teeth, the tension in her brow, and you decided to believe her.

It had been a long, hard night for everyone, and you heard whisperings of something deeper going on with Sam, so maybe she was capable of that. After all, weren’t you?

And either way, it was self-defense. He attacked first, unprovoked. The world was probably better without him, as much as the thought put a bitter taste in your mouth.

Plus, Tara would never lie to you.

“Is she alright?” You decided on after minutes of processing.

Tara nodded. “Yeah, she’s stable. She’s in the room across the hall. The sheriff kicked me out to take her statement.”

“Can you tell her I said hi? And thanks for making sure Richie couldn’t hurt anyone else.”

That made Tara freeze. Just for a moment before she seemed to catch herself, but you saw it nonetheless. “Yeah, of course.”

Under any other circumstances, you’d have half a mind to ask Tara about her odd behavior or at least store it away for later contemplation, but as it stood, the pain medication was already sweeping the incident away.

Silence lapsed and you both just enjoyed one another’s presence, basking in the knowledge that the other was safe and sound.

The tempting call of sleep tugged at you. You tried to stay in the moment, but you were drifting. You could tell and so could Tara, who coaxed your attention to her with a gentle stroke of her thumb across your knuckles.

“Get some rest, sweetheart. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“Promise?” you slurred, eyes already drifting closed.

You could practically hear the smile in her voice when she said, “Of course.”

She lulled you to sleep with the promise and a final, tight squeeze of your hand, and you drifted off into a drug-induced slumber with thoughts of your gentle, loving girlfriend at the forefront of your mind.

#this fic was written while almost exclusively listening to sonic the hedgehog music #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #ghostface!tara #scream #jenna ortega #i don't care how well this does #i just want it out of my face... #sorry this sucks lmao #this whole series isn't very good tho #so i guess that's the standard

[prttykittes]

Writing random sonic x reader but not tagging it. Leaving with a banger (not really leaving tho)

"sonic!" You cried, whipping away your tears, sonic gasps and holds your wrists his blue soft hedgehog fur hands hold yours. "what is wrong my chili dog!" He cried, petting your hair as you pull out your phone that tails made cuz why not. "Someone went in my dms!" You sniffed, showing him the screen, he gasped and he shakes his head. "They don't know that you belong to the best hedgehog out there!" He said, running his blue fur hand into his blue fur. "it was shadow><" you said, sonic gasps and he looks at the phone. "Shadow, that damn jealous vegata wannabe" sonic shakes his head, his blue cute fur hair moving along with him. "Let's take a picture, so he knows that you are with me!" You nod your head in agreement, you both look at eachother and mwah. He writes "please stay out of my dms, I am in a relationship" he smiles and laughs. "This so so good on Eggman!" He laughs and sends it. Shadow types.

"wasn't talking to that person, I was talking about you sonic. I want you" you gasp and sonic gets up. You blink and he is gone, you look at your phone on the ground. A picture is sent, it says. "Stay out my dms, I am taken" with a eye rolling emoji at the end. You cry.

#silly sonic x readed #kittymilk #reader is in a relationship got it! #sonic x reader #tjis is cursed #i hsd a crush on sonic and amy and rogue but mostly amy #sonic x shadow for fun #at the end tho #idk i am bired and yeah #i was watchih sonic prime kr boom #idk. i am so tired and kike idk.so gmuch grammar nistake sin here #sorry sinic lovers</3 #x reader #crack

[scribblekatz]

i havent posted in a hot minute so have a cream and cheese as an early easter thingie

#my art #kat’s art tag #art #fan art #sth #fanart #cream the rabbit #cream and cheese #cheese the chao #i have so many ideas that i need to draw but.. motivation is at an all time low #tis the curse of being an artist i suppose #i should also actually do something with my idw x reader blog #oh well #anywhizzle i do plan on eventually showing my sonic redesigns sometime #and other stuff idk what else you guys wanna see from me

[kaylas-world-0]

🍀𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕀𝕤 𝔸 𝕃𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕪 ℕ𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣🍀

Masterlist

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃: Yes || No

Pairings: Tails+Nine+Mangey+Sails x Female Human Reader

Summery; The four Tails' ﹙Prime﹐ Nine﹐ Mangey﹐ Sails﹚ fighting over the reader

A/n: Does anyone want to be in the tag list?

AFAB/Female Reader// comfort and slight angst//Everyone is +𝟷𝟺

Word Count: 4208

𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍❕️

✎ 𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲, you sighed in relief.

You turned towards the messy saffron furred friend of yours, "Let me know when you're done up there, okay?" You spoke slowly and gently for him to understand. Picking the leaves out of your hair as you cautiously watch his back in case he drops down.

You glance at the peaceful forest as you remove the leaves stuck in your hair from moving too much on the apple tree. Feeling calm and easy around such a nice environment. Closing your eyes you breathed in the cool morning air. Hearing leaves rustling with the soft wind and birds happily singing. Resting without any disturbances. With peace once again.

The trees were the right size as it's supposed to be. You give a small smile at that, remembering back at the Boscage Maze.

Years have passed since the Prism incident. You managed to fix everything along with Sonic. But you couldn't have avoided the great pain that would have happened had it not been for Nine. You combined the shattered universe correctly, but if it isn't for Nine, your friends would pay a great price for it.

After Nine had found a way to fix it, he clung to the smallest chance that their world might still exist along with the original. Not only did it help to put our universe in order, it also caused him to continue to live separately in other universes that were now split from ours. Their universe was no longer dependent on ours. Pieces of our own universe were complete. And now they had an independent universe of their own too. No longer part of a puzzle to be completed, but a finished part of their own.

Truly a home without any exaggeration to it. Boscage Maze without its massive trees. No Place without its great body of water and floods. New Yoke City without its Eggmans and metal hunk of cities and bots.

And... Prime... Tails, he exhibited a new invention shortly after the events with your help. Reaching to other worlds for little visits, coming and going as everyone wishes. It was not a surprise before the project done Nine appeared in your world, giving a hand, causing it to finish much faster. He found a way to travel without the shards before Tails did...

Causing this to become some kind of... friendly race. To see who is going to invent lots of useful stuff...

It was truly a dream come true. Everyone can live in peace together, walk and talk wherever they want as they wish.

You are one of the people who is really happy about this. Because it's giving you the opportunity to see your friends more! And today, your favorite foxes decided to give you a little visit!

You yelp in fear when something falls behind you with a thud. You swiftly turn around and come face to face with innocent sky blue eyes. You exhale a shaky breath. You reach your hand over the basket in his mouth. You murmur a 'thanks' with a smile and take the basket full of apples. To your surprise, no apples were spilled on the ground, despite his swift landing.

Hearing a whine, you turned to glance at him. He was looking at you with those innocent bright blue eyes of his, face slightly tilted to the side.

Your expression quickly turned into glee. You bent forward and carefully placed your handmade basket on the floor. Your smile widened when you heard his cute purr as you took his face in your hands. You stroked his soft cheeks and stroked the back of his ears. You finally petted his bangs leaving him in his own melting state.

"Thanks for looking out for me, sweet cheeks." He grinned with the new nickname, showing his cute fangs. Bouncing on his knees he snuggle his body to your legs quickly running away after.

You chuckled, "Hey, wait up! We need to leave these apples to Vanilla, remember?!" You shouted after him in the apple field.

You watch him sprint off until halting to a stop before he can disappear around the trees and bushes. He turned around leaping on his feet.

You chuckled, walking towards him, with the basket in hand, cautious to not drop an apple, "Be patient! I'm coming!"

He turned around and sprinted off.

"Hey! What did I just said?!"

"Mangey!!"

You huffed after he disappeared from your sight.

You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief at his impatient behavior. Why is he so excited to go back? Maybe because it's summer and it's hot out here. It's nearly noon too. Yeah, it makes sense.

You quickly went ahead, hastening your steps.

When you finally arrived at Vanilla's house you couldn't spot the messy furred fox friend of yours. You asked Vanilla if she saw a fox running around on all fours but of course, she shook her head with an apologetic look. To make sure you also asked Cream and Cheese, who were cleaning their little flower garden but they didn't spot anything either.

You gave up and left the apples you picked with Mangey to Vanilla and bid your goodbyes. He didn't even visit their house to say hi? You're now a little worried. He was the one always making sure to say hi to... literally to anyone he can see in his way.

You made your way home alone. You felt confused when you couldn't find the nine tailed fox watering the garden or the pirate painting on the walls or the wild fox running around messing with the two. But their material stood on their places, untouched.

The painting stood half made on the white wall. Pressing your hand over the dried part, you guessed he was drawing the sky with the blue tones he was using, or the ocean but it was too light colored to be ocean? You thought he wanted to see something else other than the ocean... or anything like it. Because his entire life was spent drifting in the ocean.

Maybe you were wrong. Or maybe you should stop... guessing... before he finishes it.

You decided to look into the second option, where they can all gather in the same place. The Workshop.... probably... you're going to use your luck with that... You're unsure with Mangey...

The moment you approached the said place, you were surprised by the loud noise coming from inside.

Nine and Tails were constantly sharing glares and tension for absolutely no reason, but you could tell why. Nine never had the opportunity Tails had. But the part that worried you immensely was the shouts from Sails and Mangey. You were shocked, how wouldn't you, Sails had mostly avoided arguments and had a calm demeanor even though he liked the adrenalin. Mangey on the other hand never cared at all.

You quickly entered the password and walked in, frowning at the scene. No one noticed your presence and continued arguing.

You swallowed harshly under the heavy atmosphere. It seems you just come in time when everything starts to get heated.

You heard Tails shout before you can react, "--was with me before all of you! I know her the best! She belONGS HERE! NOT IN YOUR PHONY WORLDS—!!"

Nince quickly barked a remark, "She Do NOT. SHE DIDN'T EVEN BORN HERE—"

You tighten your fist, hadding enough, "That's ENOUGH!! STOP THIS ASAP!! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU?!!"

At that moment, a great silence fell on them. They were afraid you could hear their puffs of breath, from fighting and yelling... or their pounding heartbeats that seemed ready to get out of their chest at that minute. Their cheeks flushed with your sight, from embarrassment that you found the form they are in. Afraid to speak up, they were covered in silence.

You carefully look over them. You notice a mechanical gadget Tails invented not a long time ago (a weapon, such coincidence that he made just after Nine's arrival) in his hands, it was frozen in the midair before he shoot it, all of Nine's metal tails were stretched, grasping each one of them in one place, one hand gripping Tails' head and the other frozen into a fist in mid-air. Sails' cutlass is also frozen in midair, before he could cut off one of Nine's inorganic tails. Sails' metal hand held another one, while Mangey was biting one of his tails. Their faces were all turned towards you, all pale in fear, frozen.

A few taps echoed around the workshop under your feet. You waited with your arms crossed over your chest, "Well? Any brave fox is gonna explain what conflict happened here before deciding strangling each other is the best option?"

They were having a hard time swallowing while glancing at each other in vain, no one had any idea what to say— how to explain.

They quickly parted away, coughing and avoiding eye contact.

Even though Mangey is obviously the only one who doesn't need any explainings to do for obvious reasons he still felt ashamed of what he just did. He knew he was also gonna get a scolding for his actions when these painful moments ended...

The first one to speak was surprisingly Nine, but the words didn't amuse you at all.

"That sorry excuse of a fox started it." He pointed at Tails with one of his metal ones, arms crossed over his chest sternly, still refusing to cooperate.

Tails scowled, without hesitation he raised his gun, shooting his metal tail causing him to stumble forward.

Nine quickly glared at him with an animalistic growl, ears pressed sharply on his head, his tails raised up threateningly.

Sails gripped his cutlass, "Mate, ye shouldn't 'ave done that there. Even I know when to stop." He smirked.

Mangey lowly growled at him. Sails glare back, "Flay yer shriveled tongue. Or I'll make ye fish bait."

Before Tails can give a harsh remark Nine lunges his tails towards him causing him to jump out of the way.

Nine looked back towards him, Tails landed next to Sails who raised his cutlass in defense. Nine turn to them with a glare. Tension in the air.

Before they can fight more you swiftly hold Nine's shoulder, angry and worried, before they can harm each other. He gives you a side glare.

He quickly looked away when you glared back.

"Okay, that's enough. I'm asking- No demanding everyone to get out, NOW."

"But—" Sails start until he swallows nervously when you sharply turn to him, "Goin' out. Yep, understandable. 'ave a nice day, fellas. Take care o' yerself." His metal hand thumbs up while he walk off along with a sulking Mangey.

Nine grumbles under his breath as he drags himself out along with others. Grabbing his hoodie and pulling it over his head, his ears still flat on his head.

You hold Tails' shoulder, who flinches with your touch, "Not you, you are staying. We need to talk. And you guys are going to wait for me in front of the Workshop! No going somewhere else!!" You shouted behind them.

You watch them leave with a sigh while Tails sweated next to you. He glanced up at your stern figure as your face still facing the doors, making sure they all leave without any more trouble. He quickly looked away suppressing the urge to clear his throat. Swallowing harshly instead.

With a stern face you glared down at him. Before you can open your mouth he quickly spilled out, stuttering in panic, "It-it wasn't because we've been jealous!!" He quickly slapped his face, "I mean... NOT, I said not.... jelly...." He started to question his IQ after he made this obvious mistake.

You tilted your head confused, "Jealous?"

He leap in his feet, "Jeliou—? No, no, I meant jelly. Want some jelly?" He pulled out a bowl of jellybean and handed it to you.

You rolled your eyes, you could question this later, where he'd gotten it all of a sudden.

Your eyes landed on his blood stained lips, eyes softening, "Oh, Tails..." you sighed frowning.

You gently hold his head, leading him closer, examining his injuries.

His body stiffen, face burning, sky blue eyes focused on your worried features.

Running your thumb over his injured lip, he hissed, winching away from your touch, you took a step back.

"I don't understand why you're so prone to hurt each other." You rubbed your face in distress.

He looked away glaring at the ground, mostly frowning to himself.

You glance at him, "Tails... it's hurting me... please... tell me what's wrong. I don't understand why you're fighting like this. No reason should ever lead you to fight like this." You whinched when your voice cracked, but nothing else hurted more when he kept refusing to look at you.

He tightly closed his eyes, breath hitching, "No, no please, please don't be disappointed..." he whispered pained.

You hold his shoulders urging him to look at you, "I'm not. I'm just... confused... This isn't like you. This isn't like them. Even Nine doesn't get involved in a fight so easily if there's not a good reason...." You paused, "They're your friends, I don't—"

"They are not my friends..." he grumbled slowly, "They are my counterparts..."

You reasoned, "That does not change the fact that no matter what, you guys shouldn't have been fighting to death. Fuck the reason! It would be so weird to kill your twin!!" You shuddered with the image of your friend's bloody corpses on the ground.

You glance at him frightened, "If I wasn't here in time... would you guys really...?"

His eyes softened with your trembling voice, he closed his eyes tightly and sighed. He glanced at you, "I... We... Well— I—..." He groaned, why couldn't he find anything to say to you?

He panicked with your hassled face, "We weren't going to kill each other..." he sounded unsure. He panicked once again with your frightened face, "I SWEAR"

You sighed, "I... believe you... Are you going to tell me what's wrong exactly?"

"I... can't tell you." He finally puffed out, "I'm sorry it's just... I can't!" He rubbed his face.

He gazed at your disbelief eyes, "Because we need to say it... together... it's not only me that I have this...... problem. If this is going to happen we'll have to tell you together... And I don't think some of us are ready for this." He rubbed his arm, his face showing pure sorrow.

You tapped your arm, puffing a breath out, "Alright fine."

You rubbed your face, "I want this to be over. I know it's uncomfortable for you too. If whatever this is going to end after you told me—"

He hissed, cutting you off, "It's not— I'm going to break that thing..." He glared at the invention that allows your friends to travel between worlds and dimensions.

You rubbed his head, messing his bangs, "No one is breaking it. You have to learn to accept their presence."

He snarled, "It wasn't a little fight and you know it... it has been going on for a long time. I want them to go NOW! They are occupying my space I—!!" He finally had enough, trying to reason with you.

You scowled, "Do not raise your tone for such nonsense! You're acting silly! We're going to do something about this right now! You need to understand me too! I love all of you! Don't you see how painful it is for me to see you guys hate each other's guts before you even try to get to know each other!? I know I can't change how you feel but... Can't you try... for me?..."

He paused, eyes softening, "You think I haven't tried? Nine hated my guts even before I met him. Mangey literally doesn't know how to communicate and Sails is just—" he made a face, "Confusing."

Your eyes soften with a weary chuckle, "Please hang in there for me. If you really get to know them you'll like them too. I promise.

He huffed, "Yeah sure... get to know my counterparts... Sounds great."

You gently hold his hands, "I just wanted you all to get along... Most of their lives weren't easy. They are our friends... coming here to have a little fun that's all... Please don't make it more difficult for them..."

He glanced at you, "What about us?"

You blinked, "What do you mean?"

He took his hands away, "You were spending all your time with them since they came. I feel like they are going to move in here seeing how much more time they spend here than in their own world....Just to see you...."

You freeze.

Holding your mouth he glances at you, consfuse.

You start to giggle and then laugh, you can't hold yourself back.

Tails feels embarrassed, his ears flatten on his head, tails wrapped around himself, fur on edge, shoulders raised in defense. Did he spill something again?

But more so you laugh he finds himself eased, mesmerized by your laugh he watches your happy expression, listening to your cute giggles. Cheeks flushed from laughing too much. He grinned somewhat happily that you're laughing to... him. At least he made you laugh.

He finds his own face getting warm when you hold his hands after taking a deep breath, you grinned up at him wildly, "So that's what it was." Still chuckling a little bit you take some more breath to calm yourself down.

He timidly covered under his bangs, a poor work of hiding his huge blush over his cheeks.

You chuckled, gently pulling him over, murmuring along the way of how he hadn't changed since he was eight.

You stopped just before you opened the door, turning to his flushed figure.

You gently squeeze your hand around his, he glances up at your soft lips, "Look Tails. I love every one of you so dearly. Everyone's place is different. I love you without distinction. But it saddens me more than anything to see you fight with each other like this. Please try to be a little nice to them?" You pleaded.

He stared at you, mouth closing and opening in surprise, "I..." he muttered. He cleared his throat, his sky blue eyes flushing away from yours, nodding quickly.

You give a small smile, "Thanks..."

You two stepped outside.

You give a deep sigh when you notice the tree looked distressed and nervous, avoiding your eyes. You figured they might have heard the whole conversation you two had. That means you don't need to talk more with each of them. But for now....

Seeing the tight atmosphere still going on between them. You pressed your lips into a thin line in disappointment.

At least Mangey and Sails calmed down, seems to be back to their old selves, just a little gloomy from previous events. Unlike Nine... who is glaring at the ground with pure hatred.

No one said this is going to be easy. Nine was always the hardest to get along with. Nevertheless they all need a little talk to get through if you want them to understand how painful this is for you.

You sighed for the millionth time that day, smiling to ease the tension. You coughed to get their attention. Leaving Tails' hand, which was difficult... seeing he was holding for dear life.

Sails and Mangey perked up, Mangey being the one to quickly stumble his way to you. Sails too ashamed to face you, he nervously looked away. Mangey snuggles his face to your legs, gazing up at you with his puppy eyes, whining while tears wells up in his eyes.

You pressed your lips into a thin line, trying to look away from his glassy eyes.

You finally sighed, giving in, patting his head, messing his already unkempt fur, "Your apology accepted. But I did not forget what I saw. You need to learn the consequences for your actions." Damn, he is too cute for you to stay mad at him.

He nodded, whimpering, accepting his fate in his own way, sulking.

You glance at Nine who quickly looked away, folding his arms over his chest defensively. You made your way towards him, causing his body to stiffen even more, tugging his hoodie, burying his face in the darkness.

You heard him grumble, "If you want an apology forget it."

"I didn't come to find one." You smiled.

He scowled, "What do you want? I'm not guilty for what I did or what I said."

You nodded, "I know."

You two stare at each other.

He swallows, fighting the urge to look away, disturbed with the intense staring, "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

He looked away, "Like..."

You raise an eyebrow waiting for him to finish.

"...Like I'm something... special..."

You chuckled leaning back, "But you are someone special Nine." With those words his body eased up, his eyes softened and tails flicked out of its metal hidden place.

He shook his head with a soft smile, "Can we get this over with already?" He huffed, flushing away from your prying eyes.

"Alright, alright." You chuckled.

You turn to all of them, who are staring at you with a glint of envy.

Your eyes landed on Sails who quickly looked away with an awkward cough, picking on his bandana.

"Sails?"

He stutters, goosebumps covering him, tails on edge, "Aye, ma'am?"

"I told you to not call me that."

"Right, m..m..aaay Cap'n?" He chuckled nervously.

You two started.

"I'm taking it as an exception."

"Thank the stars...." He sighed in relief.

You glance around, "Where is your sword?"

He panics, his metal arm raising pointing towards a direction, "I throw it in a ... mini... lake?"

Nine sighed, "It's a pond, Sails."

You give a stern look for the two, who quickly shut up. You don't want to start all over again.

"Do you want this over as well?"

They nodded.

You glared, "Then start to get along with each other, right now."

Sails stepped in dazeled, his metal hand pointing down, "Wait, right right now?"

You unfold your arms, "Yes." You wait for them to do something as a hand rests on your hip.

"What are you guys waiting for? Go for it! Come on!"

Mangey glanced around eyes landing on a yellow rose, he smiled and walked towards it, gently getting it from the ground with its roots. He gets up from the ground and walks back to the group who is watching him intently.

He smiled and reached his hands towards Nine, who was greatly surprised, he sheepishly grinned, with a hoarse voice, "Sorry." He gets the words out from his vocal cords.

Nine gently picked the fragile rose out of his hands, laying its roots in his palm. He grimaced with the dirt staining his gloves and the weird feeling of the roots.... Then he blinked... this was the first gift he was receiving from his counterparts. No. It was the first gift someone ever gave to him. He is going to bury it in a vase where it could stand before his eyes? Yes.

Wow... did he really just think about accepting a gift from... someone? He glances at you while you congratulate Mangey for what he did.

His eyes widened when your eyes met with his. He looked down at his hands... Well, he didn't have any other choice but accept it anyway. He smiled softly.

After that Sails decided to hunt for his cutlass with Mangey. They come back home all muggy and breathless. Seems they had fun. Sails gifted his cutlass to Mangey.

Tails decided to help Nine with the garden while Sails and Mangey painted the white wall fully. They randomly painted a sky and a forest.

Before the day ended you caught Nine helping Tails in the workshop. Without any fight... Not physically helping but that's also an improvement. Tails doesn't seem as bothered as before. Nine is still not letting anyone near and handling his work with his metal tails... but seeing no one showing it in his face about it anymore made you smile.

The next morning you guys decided to watch a movie. After a long discussion you guys choose to watch a pirate movie, because of Sails' long pleadings.

Nine made popcorn with you and actually handed it a bowl to everyone himself. But he sat away from the group for the rest of the movie.

Mangey eated everyone's popcorn and no one minded.

Sails made some moves to show off his skills and you guys genuinely laughed about that.

Even Nine cracked a smile and rolled his eyes at his silly moves.

His words caused Sails to grin and challenge him to a duel. Nine didn't agree but after you worded your thoughts about how cute it would look he somehow agreed.

Sails and Nine ended up scoreless?

In the end you talked to each of them separately, explaining how you felt when they fighted like that.

They agreed to not fight... physically. Of course they still fighted here and there but like promised nothing serious.

#request #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic characters #tails nine #mangey tails #sails the fox #tails is so cute #tails #more sonic prime! #sonic prime #allenwrites #sonic prime x reader #tails x reader #nine x reader #sails x reader #mangey x reader #sonic x reader #sonic

[please-tag-xreader]

Guys for the love of god tag your xreader with the tags "Xreader" or " x reader" so people entering new fandoms don't have to filter like 70 tags. Here's what my filtering looks like and I STILL frequently find these posts by accident on my dash.

thank you and good day

#x reader #xreader #x female reader #x fem!reader #x female y/n #x masc reader #x male reader #x male y/n #x male top reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sonic x reader #spiderman x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #fem reader #like PLEASE #PLEASE GUYS IM SO TIRED OF IT #LEAVE ME ALONEEEE

[drabblekatz]

Hello, I just read your first oneshot, and I am so happy someone is doing a Sonic IDW x reader blog! I would like to request romantic hcs for Surge and a reader with atmokinesis (weather manipulation). Please and thank you :D

i gotchu

Surge with a Reader who possesses Atmokinesis (Romantic)

Okay first things first you are literally the perfect fit for like a trio with the imposters

Like hello?? yall are literally a thunderstorm

anywho Surge is rlly aggressively supportive of you and your powers because hell ya dude

She always wants to see you use your powers to do cool shit

But since this is Surge you are DEFINITELY gonna have to deal with. issues and incidents shall we say

its ok tho you two still cause chaos with kit being the 3rd wheel little bro

you and her shittalk sonic a lot

speaking of sonic she’s always bragging about you, going “FUCK YOU MY PARTNER CAN CONTROL THE FUCKING WEATHER THEY COULD WIPE THE FLOOR WITH YOU”

how do you write surge

#sonic idw #sonic idw x reader #sth #sonic x reader #surge the tenrec #sonic idw surge #we love our evil girlies #i forgot to write this but she also gnaws on your arm. shes so creature

[chaosister]

in honor of this account reaching 200+ followers in such a short amount of time, I'd like to start a prompt hunt event! these are only short stories, so, no headcanons. please refer to my pinned post to see my rules.

how does it work and how do i participate?

just like the title says, you will be hunting for prompts that you find interesting and send the prompts you found on my ask box. this event is open for the following fandoms: hazbin hotel, genshin impact, honkai star rail, sonic, jujutsu kaisen, blue lock, and the last of us (only for ellie williams!).

how many prompts could i send? is there a character limit?

one prompt for one character and you can send as many as you want! as long as I haven't announced yet that this event is closed then feel free to go wild!

current collected prompts: 0/??

if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this event then send me a message or comment on this post!

#sonic x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #genshin x reader #hsr x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #ellie williams x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #blue lock x reader #—PROMPT HUNT EVENT. #(i made the divider and header that's why it kind of sucks.. it's my first time making a divider so.. :')) #I decided to ditch the 20 stories because I didn't have any good ideas for it and i wanted an event where you guys can decide on what I'll- #write

[btnclmrttn]

Sorry guys I've worked for almost three week straight and almost died but I'm back with a

OPM POV

You left ur silicone shmeat in the shower (N/SFW)

It's more funny than n/sfw tbh I'm bored and procrastinating on my askbox

Embarrassed FOR you, almost

He would leave it but put it in a less noticable spot as if he never seen it. He would hate to be in this position so he's gonna act like it doesn't exist

Checks it out a little to see if it's kind of like his, but isn't worried if it's bigger or whatever. Just curious

Later when you're not around he goes through your things to see if you have any more, just to be nosey

You see him run right out of the bathroom and grab his notebook, then run back in without a word

Studies it rq to see if he can make any modifications to himself and to add it to his personal notes for you and what makes you "happy"

Never mentions it, he already knew you had it and knows where it goes so he makes sure it's clean before putting it back

You'd never find out but you'd be in for a surprise next time you two are intimate

He just asks you to come in rq but then let's you know

Then asks if you're gonna join him. Pretty cheeky with it

You probably get what his intentions would be with that. He wouldn't want you to leave it up to yourself to ease your "loneliness"

Cue some pretty passionate, steamy intimacy. You would be a mess without the shower

Bruh he'd have a heart attack. Spend most the shower contemplating how to go about this. Telling you or not

He don't want to humiliate you but he'd end up saying something out of guilt

It's very awkward but he tries to turn it into something funny to laugh with each other

Even offered to "help you out" so it don't have to happen again. His face would be all red and he'd be fidgeting.

Absolutely compares it to his and takes a damn minute to do so

Actually turned him on thinking about you using it, so he just came out and straight up confronted you like "ey yo di ck in the shower"

Wants to watch you use it, like a warm up. Really into watching you please yourself already so this pleased him even more

His is still a little bigger and better, he'll demonstrate so as a reminder

Oh it's so awkward it hurts. He just freezes on the spot and just pokes his head out the door like "uh...yo-you want this back?"

It wouldn't be as awkward if he wasn't a pervert on the low. Spends the entire shower just thinking about you

Wants to ask you about if you have any more, or if you would be interested in using them, but can hardly get a clear sentence out. You'd figure it out after a minute

In all he down bad and don't care what you do with yourself if he's not around to help out. Really wants to watch you with it though

#one punch man #opm #opm x reader #opm hcs #n/sfw #opm n/sfw #anime #saitama #genos #garou #speed o sound sonic #mumen rider #king opm #saitama x reader #garou x reader #genos x reader #sos sonic x reader #king x reader #mumen rider x reader #caped baldy #blonde cyborg #hero hunter #saitama hcs #genos hcs #sos sonic hcs #garou hcs #mumen rider hcs #king hcs #opm pov

[chaomother]

ANON YOU MONSTER HE'S CRYING DDD:

THE "[Name], angel, where did you go?" MADE ME SOB that's too much he's in so much pain. my baby

I can't stop imagining him with tears in his eyes even when he finds you in your island. He's smiling but you can see him trying so hard to look strong for you

I CANT IM TOO SOFT AND SAD FOR TJIS

The chaos emeralds scattered across the island in congruence to Sonic's body plunging through a heap of rocks, cuts and bruises blotching his skin as he collided against the jaded remains on the ground.

Mnemosyne Island rooted itself into his mind, and he groaned as the map's information saturated through his limbs that ached. He brought himself up onto his two feet, crossing his arms and tapping his finger impatiently. Sonic needed a quick breather to recuperate after that previous Titan battle and subsequent falling, and yet he was moving right after he exhaled the words, "I need to hurry and look around."

Sprinting through the abundant profusions of grass of dirt, Sonic fervently searched until he came across the familiar crimson encasement that kept his friends hostage.

As Sonic approached closer, his chest constricted—harrow threading within the confines and making his quills stand on edge. "I finally found you! I found you, [Name]!!" Sonic babbled to himself over and over again as his movements sped up even quicker.

The patchwork of relief and anguish only festered when Sonic heard your quivering, faint voice plead:

"I-Is someone there? Can you please help me?!"

"Angel, it's okay. I'm here," Sonic assured despite knowing you could scarcely hear him. Seeing you confined and in pain like this made him remember why the numbness in his legs was meaningless.

With no hesitation, Sonic reached out and absorbed the corruption.

Pain pervaded, rippling over every inch of his being, and Sonic gritted his teeth through it all, witnessing as your digitized body floating down onto the ground.

Gyrating on your heel, your breath hitched in your throat as you saw Sonic. "Sonic! You came for me!" And you dashed forward to wrap your arms around him in a hug, yet you found yourself tripping over your own feet when your frame passed through him—like you were a ghost.

Sonic sucked in a breath; a tormented, stinging one. Tears seared at his eyes, converging on his lashes as his jaw hurt from clenching so hard.

Incapable of keeping you waiting at all, Sonic pivoted around and bent down to your height. A strained smile curved on his lips as he looked at you, you who wore a devastated expression. And he couldn't even notice that you looked even worse when you seen his torn up mien. Because he was too focused on soothing you, on making sure you felt secure.

If anything happened to you, Sonic knew he couldn't go on.

#sonic the hedgehog x reader #blurbs #angst #sonic frontiers spoilers #i actually have an island planned out a little for [name]~ but i'm keeping it vague so everyone can enjoy! #well except the name obvs hehe #'mnemosyne island' because you make him remember why he fights so hard #you are everything - all his love for you is his strength and he never wants to forget that

[coffyblak]

The only love hate relationship I'll ever support.

#GUESS WHO LEARNED BASIC LAYER MECHANICS ON IBIS PAINT‼️‼️ #THIS'LL GO ALONG SO WELL WITH MY MEDIOCRE ART YOU'LL SEE. #☕ draws somethin #oc #sonic oc #luz lamb #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic x reader #selfshipping community #selfshipp #oc x canon #digital art

[tonberry-yoda]

Gone Again - Sonic (Speed O Sound Sonic)

Pairing - Sonic (Speed O Sound Sonic) x f!reader

Warnings - none! just sonic being extra hot

Word Count - 322

Notes - this is super short, but ngl super hot. i dont know how he became my favorite character in one punch man lol

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

“And you can't make it to our date… why?” She looked down at Sonic, who was doing contortion type stretches on the ground, his legs going over his head. “I told you, I have people to kill. I am an assassin after all.” “So you’re putting killing people… over your own girlfriend?” “Okay, when you put it like that, it makes me sound gross.” “I still don't get why you have to miss our date.” “Do you want me to pay for another date, maybe something better? Then I have to do this job.” She rolled her eyes and watched as Sonic stood up, his latex suit squeaking. He pulled his leg up, like he was doing the splits standing up. She quickly looked away, her face bright red. “So, can I go now?” She felt Sonic’s index finger and thumb grab her chin, pulling her face over to his. She averted her eyes, but to no avail. Sonic moved over to where her eyes were and made a pouty face. “Stop being pouty, love. It won't be long. And when I get home we can cuddle up and watch a movie or something. Okay?” “Okay.” “What was that? I couldn't hear you.” Sonic cupped his ear with a slight giggle. “Okay!” She tried to look angry, but she couldn't help but crack a smile at seeing his cute little face. “I'll see you soon then?” She nodded as Sonic pressed his lips to hers softly, his eyes halfway closed. “I love you.” Their lips were inches apart, so she could feel his warm, minty breath dust against her nose and lips. “I love you too.” He kissed her again, their lips sticking as he vanished out of the window. He left a small breeze behind, blowing the curtains and her hair, the sun reflecting off of her eyes that were watching out of the window, waiting for him to get back.

#sonic #sonic one punch man #speed o sound sonic #sonic x reader #speed o sound sonic x reader #one punch man #one punch man x reader #one punch man sonic #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #my writing #omg i love sonic so much #😍😍😍

[sonknuxadow]

why are there people tagging spiderverse posts as miles prower.. begging for people to stop spamming random tags on their posts for clout Please its so annoying to every person whos not actively seeking out whatever youre posting about

#i dont wanna see your weird x reader fanfictions about a 15 year old get out #its not even sonic crossover stuff ?????? its completely unrelated to sonic ?? no need to be putting it in sonic tags.. #i guess theyre getting it confused with prowler miles ?? because all the posts that are being incorrectly tagged are about him #but i feel like even if you know nothing about sonic or spiderverse ''miles prower'' and ''prowler miles'' read as different things #again. its just people spamming random vaguely related tags or tags with similar words for clout. so annoying #like this post isnt about my friend tails . where is my friend tails #atsv spoilers #tagging just in case idk if anyone who follows me would care about spoilers for that but whatever

[disabledhedgehogs]

hmm... been thinking about how i want the tagging system for this blog to work. i think it would be a good idea to tag specific disabilities/disorders as well as mobility aids so if people come on this blog wanting to see highly specific content they can find it. but also ive seen disabled people say they don't like fandom stuff being posted in disability related tags which i can totally understand i can remember instances where ive looked up a specific disability on here and was greeted with x reader fanfiction and got pissed off. i don't wanna be That Guy you know ..

#but also maybe my thing is different ? because im actually disabled and most of the people sending asks here probably are too #and this entire blog is dedicated to disability and portraying it in a positive and respectful way . #it just happens to specifically be about sonic because i like sonic and wanted to create a fun space for disabled sonic fans. #and most of the complaints i see are about fanfiction/x reader stuff and stuff made by people who arent disabled. which doesnt apply to me #im not flooding disability tags with mile long wildly ableist anime boy x disabled!fem!reader fanfiction posts #BUTTTT regardless of all that i can still definitely see why it would be annoying to see my posts in disability tags. #like. even ignoring all the context i highly doubt people search their disability on here to see sonic headcanons #so idk what to do. maybe i can just only tag reblogs with that level of detail

[lunastars21]

Sonic Tumblr, I come to you in need.

Sonic superstars is coming out soon. And I'm excited for it, but this also sparks my already growing hyperfixiation of fang the Sniper/Hunter. I understand he is a very underrated character, but yet it pains me that everyday. Whenever I check the fang tags, Twitter or here, there is rarely anything of him. Yes fanart of mine or other fellow fang enthusiast will post, but other than us, no one else really speaks of our wanted Jerboa.

So I ask that in this post, a reblog perhaps.

That you should say one thing about fang. Wether it's a headcanon, your favorite panel of him from Archie/IDW/Fleetway, predictions of his involvement in superstars, even fanart that you should definitely post for the fang tag as well.

Many people do not know who fang is still. And if there's at least a spark of some activity in his tags, maybe just maybe, he will be more recognizable.

Let us spread the fang propaganda. Because we love Poppin corks FANG GANG!

And too calm down my hyperfixiation I am in pain and would like to talk about fang so please pretty please.

#fang the sniper #nack the weasel #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #team hooligan #luna's shenanigans #fang the hunter #i should post art i made of him here too myself #let us discuss fang 🥺 #because I'd do anything for this Jerboa #hes so silly #goober #Fang Gang #YEEEE #this is just a request i don't ask for much #just Jerboa #FANFICS TOO #I'D LOVE TO READ FANG FANFICS #IF THERE'S ANY READER X FANG FICS LET ME KNOW PLEASE THANKS SHSYSYDH #you can say more than one thinh by the way! if you want too! #im just saying #say one thing about him if you cant list much :]

[islandofsages]

“i’ve come to make an announcement.”

summary: in which you quote that legendary line everyone knows and loves.

characters: everyone i write for (except the kiddos) x gn!reader

tags: pure crack, that one hc format you see on tumblr idk what it’s called, please watch snapcube’s sonic fandubs

warnings: uh the actual quote itself is like. rated T i'd say, also swearing

author’s note: i have an obsession with snapcube’s sonic fandubs and everyone knows about eggman’s legendary announcement (if you dont then here) so like. why not yknow im trying to have fun with this blog

okay well if you fems wanna interact with this then go ahead i guess i mean everyone loves eggman right

“? what is it, (y/n)?”

— amber, ayaka, ganyu, jean, sucrose, zhongli

“oh no not this again…”

— aloy, chongyun, dainsleif, gorou, mona, ningguang, yun jin

*lets you finish the whole thing and then ask you what the actual fuck you just said because they are still confused*

— aether, albedo, ei, kazuha, kokomi, lisa, lumine, xiao, yanfei

“i swear to god, if you quote that goddamn scene one more fucking time-”

— ayato, diluc, eula, keqing, miko, rosaria, sara, shenhe, shinobu, signora, yelan

*hollers as if it isn’t the umpteenth time you’ve quoted that scene*

— kaeya, thoma, xiangling, yoimiya

“SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG’S A BITCH-ASS MOTHERFUCKER-”

— beidou, childe, heizou, hu tao, itto, paimon, tighnari, venti, xingqiu, xinyan

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #oh god do i have to tag everyone #sorry not doing that i mean tumblr has a tag limit anyway #platonic genshin x reader #queerplatonic genshin x reader #...should i tag sonic the hedgehog here LMAO #anyways this is so cursed #sorry not sorry #never take me seriously ever again #genshin crack