One Last Chance - SonAmy by RosyDawn527, literature
Literature
One Last Chance - SonAmy
There aren’t many things more romantic and cozy than a coffee shop on a rainy day.
I sat at a booth next to the window, cradling a warm cup between my two gloved hands. I inhaled the bittersweet hazelnut scent of the latte warming my fingertips. The steam from the cup twirled in the air and fogged up the glass window with the warm moisture. Either that, or it was my persistent wistful sighs. Raindrops trickled down outside, further obscuring my view of the world. But as per usual, there was only one thing I cared and hoped to see.
I wasn’t quite sure where to draw the line between “he’s late” and “he wasn
Training Day - SonAmy Oneshot by RosyDawn527, literature
Literature
Training Day - SonAmy Oneshot
It was that time of week again for Amy. Monday was wash day, Tuesday was laundry, Wednesday was school, and Thursday was train to kick Eggman's butt with her hammer. Every week she put the work in, gave it everything she had. If she was going to keep up with Sonic, and get him to notice her, she had to be as strong and fit as possible.
Whenever Eggman showed up, Sonic was always there, and Amy was training as much as she could to be right behind him. Years of chasing him had improved her speed and stamina, but she could never quite catch him.
But one day, if she just kept working at it, getting stronger, faster... maybe she could keep up wi
Affinity 1 - Splatoon FanFic by RosyDawn527, literature
Literature
Affinity 1 - Splatoon FanFic
"Dude, what are you going into lobby with that trash for?"
Ryan snapped back into attention, noticing his friend Gil looking with disapproval at his Sploosh-o-Matic. Dude had just popped out of nowhere as he was walking through the plaza, his mind preparing for a grueling day of ranked battle.
"What do you mean?" Ryan muttered as he shuffled towards Inkopolis Tower, tucking his weapon to the side.
"I tell you man, use the Tentatek. That's what all the A's are playing with now. It's so good!"
Right. The A players. What did it matter what they were playing if he'd never get there himself? He looked down at his rank badge, frowning as it cle
I want to date the creative type
Who'd take me to the crevices of his imagination
Share the worlds that only exist for us
Lovingly fashioned with his daydreams.
I’d be the makeshift muse
My palms a mixing palette
My hair a spare paintbrush
My lips clay to be sculpted.
I’d give myself to fuel his creation
Be there when he unleashes his genius
See him create from nothing
Experience an awesome mind at work.
His output would be my escape,
My input would be his love.
"I really should get going...." she looked down. "I mean, I've had a good time with you, but... I really do have a lot to do tomorrow and I have to leave... I'm so sorry. I really don't want to, but sometimes I feel like life has me in a trap and I can't get out of it. I can't quit anything, it's all too important. Oh, I'm sorry... I'm just rambling on here. And you've been so nice to me, you're such a great listener..."
He quietly nodded at her, maintaining an understanding look on his face as she kept talking and finding reasons to say how sorry she was. After a few minutes, he began to think that maybe she wouldn't stop out of her own wil