I'm replaying Shadow the Hedgehog (2005)! After thinking about this game for the last 2 months I caved haha I can't remember the last time I played it (2021? Maybe?)
I'm back at Westopolis with Sonic
The only system I have this game on is my good old ps2, I don't care what anyone says I love this game✨️ This game, and many ps2 titles actually look better on a crt tv, I'm tempted to set mine up, but I don't have much room, plus there's no headphone jack, and my headset is a must for me.
My precious boys 🥰 Oh Sonic I wish I had your energy haha
Commission for @queentheirins
Full version here
Happy Dragon Age Day y’all!!!
Can I request Ramattra, Genji and Hanzo headcannons of them saying 'I love you' for the first time? 💗
Here we go! Hope they're okay! Again, I apologise it took awhile to get to!
He wasn’t used to love, but when he felt strange, feeling his circuitry warming up just at the thought of you, he would scoff.
At first, he would dismiss the entire notion, never even letting it see the light of day.
His sensors would go off every time he passed you, his systems heating up rapidly.
He’d do his best to avoid you, keeping his distance whenever possible.
Overtime, however, he was beginning to feel drawn to you, not wanting to leave your side no matter what you were doing.
He was like a clingy child, not wanting to let go of you no matter the circumstances.
His feelings only grew as the days went by and he felt you shift in the same direction.
The two of you would get closer each day but when you uttered the three words “I love you” he felt his omnic heart almost stop.
He wasn’t sure what to say.
Conflicted feelings rose - Did he love you? Is that the right term? Can a human and omnic really love each other?
He noticed you were absent after not responding back to you, and he felt guilty.
No matter what he would try, nothing seemed to make you happy. Small gifts, flowers, even handmade items didn’t give you the spark he had hoped.
He felt like he had fucked up, but a few nights after his last attempt to make you smile, he sat down and thought long and hard about everything.
Over the night, he went through his memory files, going over the files with a fine tooth comb, searching for clarification.
As he kept watching, he’d noticed the way you smiled, the way your eyes sparkled no matter the light around you. The softness of your skin against his metal frame whenever you hugged him.
Gradually, he learned that he did love you.
He left his room, seeking you out and when he found you, he didn’t hesitate, although he was nervous for the first time in his life.
“I love you.”
It came as a shock to you, but to him, it felt like he finally had another purpose to his life.
His fans whirred loudly, his systems heating up as if he was blushing.
“I love you.”
He repeated it again, more for himself. A confirmation of his feelings towards you.
“I love you.”
They were words he never thought he’d say, especially towards a human.
He never hesitated. Straight up just told you.
“I love you.”
While his heart was racing, every sort of love emotion flooded through him.
He watched on, gauging your reaction and when you returned the gesture, his heart felt like thumping out of his chest.
He hadn’t exactly known you long, but he knew that he had feelings towards you.
It wasn’t like anything he had felt before.
This wasn’t like him, and everyone knew it, but he didn’t want to lose you.
His playboy days were over, he had someone he truly loved.
Everything about you was everything he had ever wanted.
“I love you.”
Every day when he’d wake up, he’d tell you how much he loved you.
Every night before bed he’d tell you the same.
He was giddy, like a school kid coming home for the holidays.
He would always remind you, especially on days when you were feeling low. With his arms wrapped around you, he’d offer you comfort, listing all the reasons as to why he loved you.
Sometimes he felt like he was being obnoxious, quietening down some days and not expressing his love, but when you asked him and told him you missed it, he’d instantly chirp back up.
You were like a drug to him and he wanted you. Seeing your smile only made him want you more.
He would never forget the frist time he expressed his love for you. The first “I love you” would be engrained within his memory for as long as he lived.
A nervous boy expressing their love for their crush, he thought, which would make him chuckle whenever he looked back on it.
His heart would flutter each time he remembered it, and it brought him some peace and comfort each night before he slept.
The archer would keep quiet, not wanting to move too quickly.
His mind would wander to how he would say it. Was he to prepare dinner? Ask you out for the evening? You were just friends with him, did you even think of him the same way?
He would overthink everything for days, eyes always vacant and looking off into the distance.
He enjoyed being around you, he wouldn’t deny that. He enjoyed your very presence, wanting more as the days turned into weeks.
No matter what he would think about, he couldn’t get you out of his head, even when he was meditating.
He’d try to keep his composure as he asks you to join him up on the roof, something of which the pair of you did almost weekly.
You thought nothing of it, thinking it was just the usual late night conversations.
Hanzo, however, thought everything of it.
He even went the extra mile to prepare drinks and a small helping of food and snacks for when you were up there with him.
His heart was pounding in his chest. The last time he felt this nervous was several years ago after seeing his brother was still alive.
He made his way to the roof, setting every down like everything had a place already.
When you arrived, the soft moonlight glow on your face, his heart skipped a beat.
Cue the panic rising.
He didn’t want to fuck things up, but the way you smiled as you noticed the arrangement brought some peace of mind.
He watched you sit next to him and then the conversations started.
Hours went by as the two of you spoke, seeming as if you hadn’t seen him for months.
It was a perfect night, and it was slowly building into the perfect moment.
Hanzo waited, the silence practically deafening in his ears before he speaks out.
“I love you.”
When greeted with silence, he felt a pang of worry as he looked off to the side.
I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked-
When your hand caressed his cheek, pulling him to look a you before your lips connected with his, his cheeks grew instantly warm and red.
It was all the confirmation he needed, hand coming up to behind your neck as he deepened the kiss.
“I love you too…”
A bit spoilery…. kind of…. Not sure how to tag this since it is kinda dark so… yeah
Well, it's been a minute soo. . .
How they go on dates?
They sneak out ofc! (Ok so just hear me out!)
So, since they are basically teenagers, I feel that it would make sense cuz they know Tom and Maddie wouldn't let them out too late at night
Also I like to think that they are keeping their relationship a secret from Tom and Maddie since they feel too nervous to do so (also for fun cuz again, teenagers) and only Tails and Knuckles know ofc. So Sonic and Amy like to wait till everyone is asleep, and they go out on whatever they have planned for their date that night. And ofc they come back home late at night and yes they both become very tired in the morning, they use the excuse of hedgehogs being nocturnal (which is true for real hedgehogs btw) and with Tails and Knuckles help, they don't get caught.
But it brings the question Will they tell Tom and Maddie that they are dating?
Yes, but when they are a bit older but they will leave out the fact that they were dating for years by then
And that's another Movie Sonamy headcanon
Sweet Pea
A Hazard x Reader fic
A/N: AAAUUUGGH ever since his story came out i cant stop thinking about him this man makes me go insane BUT AUGH third fic for the win or i will go insane in the blink of an eye Istg
The late-night quiet of the city was a stark contrast to the chaos of earlier battles. The dim light of a single lamp in the corner of the room cast a soft glow over the space, illuminating the figure sprawled out on the couch. Hazard, the ever-charismatic explosives expert, lay with his arm draped lazily over the back of the sofa. His dog, a scruffy mutt named ”Maisie” that he rescued years ago, was curled up at his side, tail wagging faintly as you approached.
“Sweet Pea, you’re finally done tinkering?” he teased, a grin spreading across his face as he looked up at you. “Thought you’d never sit your lovely self down.”
You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t help the warmth that spread through you at the nickname. Hazard had a knack for flustering you, and he took full advantage of it every chance he got.
“Well, someone has to make sure your gear doesn’t blow up in your face” you shot back, plopping down beside him. The couch dipped slightly under your weight, and Hazard immediately shifted to make room, his arm coming to rest around your shoulders like it belonged there.
“Oh, Sweet Pea, that’s why I’ve got you” he said with a wink. “My own personal genius.”
You shook your head, laughing softly, but before you could respond, his dog let out a soft whine and nudged your hand with its nose.
“See? Even she thinks you’ve been workin’ too hard” Hazard quipped, giving the dog an affectionate scratch behind the ears. “C’mon, give her some love before she starts poutin’.”
You obliged, reaching out to rub the dog’s belly. The mutt’s tail thumped happily against the cushions, and Hazard chuckled, his laugh low and warm.
“There’s my Sweet Pea” he murmured, his voice softening as he leaned back against the couch. “Always takin’ care of everyone else. When’re you gonna let someone take care of you, huh?”
The question caught you off guard, and you turned to look at him. His usual smirk was still there, but there was something else in his eyes—something softer, more sincere. You opened your mouth to respond, but he beat you to it, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face.
“You’re somethin’ else, Sweet Pea” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t think I don’t see how much you do for me. For us.”
Your chest tightened at his words, and you felt a blush creeping up your neck. “Hazard, I—”
“Shh” he interrupted, his grin returning but softer this time. “I ain’t lookin’ for thanks. Just wanna make sure you know.”
Before you could respond, the dog shifted, snuggling closer to both of you. Hazard laughed again, the sound like a balm to your tired soul. “Guess she wants us both to stay put” he said, pulling you a little closer. “Not that I’m complainin’.”
You let out a content sigh, resting your head against his shoulder. The warmth of his body, the soft rhythm of the dog’s breathing, and the steady beat of Hazard’s heart under your cheek all combined to create a perfect moment of peace.
“You’re not so bad at taking care of people yourself” you admitted quietly, a smile tugging at your lips.
Hazard’s hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours in a gesture so natural it took your breath away. “Only for you, Sweet Pea” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Only for you…” he murmured, his voice warm and steady.
You tilted your head to meet his gaze, the playful spark in his eyes softened by something deeper. Without a word, he closed the distance, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was unhurried and full of unspoken promises. When he pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against yours, his grin returning with a mischievous edge.
“Now that’s what I call takin’ care of someone” he teased, his voice a low rumble.
You laughed softly, your heart lighter than it had been in days. “Guess I can’t argue with that.”
“Good” he said, pulling you closer until you were practically curled up in his lap. “Because you’re stuck with me, Sweet Pea. And I’m not lettin’ you go.”
The two of you stayed like that for a while, a cocoon of warmth and comfort in the quiet room. His hand traced gentle circles on your back, a soothing rhythm that made your eyelids grow heavy. The dog let out a soft, contented sigh, her tail thumping lazily against the cushions as if to echo the peace in the room.
Hazard tilted his head to press another kiss to your temple, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Y’know, I never thought I’d get this lucky. You, me, and her—feels like somethin’ outta one of those dreams I never wanna wake up from.”
You smiled against his chest, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “Then don’t wake up” you whispered. “Stay right here.”
“Forever, Sweet Pea” he promised, his arms tightening around you as if to prove his point.
The world outside could wait. For now, there was only the warmth of Hazard’s embrace, the steady thrum of his heart, and the quiet certainty that this was exactly where you were meant to be.
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