"You know Austin, right?" Maddy asked. "Like Austin show Austin?" You asked in return. Maddy nodded. "Yeah, that guy. I got a DM from him today about another Love or Host, he wants me to do." "Ah." You said. It wasn't uncommon for Maddy to make an appearance on that particular show - she had been friends with Austin for a good while, and was one of his go-to's when he needed someone to participate. "Who for?" "One of those Minecraft guys, I don't know." She shrugged. "Anyway, Austin said he was short on participants, and I told him that I had a hot roommate who might be down for it, so I wanted to ask if you would consider hopping on for this one." You pursed your lips. "When is it?" "Couple days. Friday night, I think around like 7?" You pushed off the bed, going over to the corkboard that housed your entire life - sticky notes pressed into the shape of a calendar, each labeled with a number and a list of things you had to do that day. You glanced at Friday's note - mostly empty, except for a few online classes in the morning. If you wanted, you could probably do it. You looked back at Maddy. "You can tell Austin I'll do it." She perked up. "Yeah? You will?" "Yeah." You said, pulling down the sticky note for that day and writing down 'Love or Host - 7' at the bottom of the list before sticking it back up, pinning it in place. It wasn't that big of a deal really. They just needed another person to participate - and going on the Austin Show was always good publicity. "Awesome." Maddy said. "Trust me, this is going to be so fun."

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Since you arrived in Hell, you struggled to stay alive and provide yourself with nothing but chaos, mayhem, destruction, and gang wars. As you were minding your own business, you managed to meet a simple Spider in the Kinky Boots named Angel Dust who was surprisingly willing to help you out and along the way, you met Charlie, Vaggie, and the gang at a building called the Happy Hotel. You were hoping to be redeemed and head to Heaven, but you thought about Angel and decided to.........

(y/n) is a young hedgehog who just graduated high school. You work at your aunt's clothing store in town. One day, a hedgehog that you remember from your childhood comes into the store. He is getting a job at the store! As you start to talk to him more, you become close again to him. Will you become close friends once again with him, or will you become more than that? All of the Sega characters belong to Sega. I own nothing that isn't mine in this story!

Shadow Art in cover by SPACEMV17 (I think, can't read the signature very well so I apologise if it's wrong) You're Sonic's cousin and you had to leave your current home world and joined him on earth. You move in with him and his friends, and you end up falling for a certain emotionless hedgehog. Or that's what you thought at first...

(Y/n), the human turned Mobian, was a sick experiment of Dr. Starline and Dr. Eggman. Rescued by Sonic, everyone supposed she would recover from the trauma that silenced her, but little did they know the one phrase that would haunt her forever... ..."scream for me." Shadow the Hedgehog x Reader

It has been now 3 years since the group separated and left to live their own lives. They still talk and hang out but not as much as they used to. When Manic sees how bored Sonic looks, he decides that with the help of Sonia, they should get Sonic into dating apps and try to find someone for him. What happens when he matches with his own rival? Are they really a match? Or was it a mistake? This story will be mainly in text message form. Short story! Cover photo is not mine!

I dont own the characters, or know where Im going but just read this and enjoy and Ill actually write something here when I do

"You're not a plaything." He insisted. "Then, what am I?" I asked. "My little girl." My lips curled upwards at his response. She was just eighteen, and he was thirty-five. She was a cute socialite and he was a handsome caterer. He read her like a book, and she found her defenses begin to crumble.