#*novawrites

Sonic

𖦹 Sonic isn’t really a sweets guy (surprisingly) but nonetheless he does enjoy your stuff. He’d eat that shit in one bite, especially the expensive stuff!

“Wha—Sonic you gotta savor it! That was like 30$ worth of matcha that you just ate there”

“Whoops, sorry babe..it just looked so good!”

𖦹 If he gets a sugar rush then it’s over. He immediately goes running laps around your house to release all the energy—hope you don’t mind your place getting a little messy (and losing power for a few minutes)

𖦹 Sonic definitely woudnt be the first person you’d choose to bake with. He’ll try rushing through the recipe and end up with a dense cake, watery frosting, and inconsistent sprinkles all around the cake.

“Alright, so first we need t-“

“Done. Ta-da!!! Doesn’t it look great, (Y/N)?”

“..mhm 🙂”

𖦹 His favorite pastry of yours? Cake pops. Quick and easy to eat + it has just the right amount of sugar before he goes sprinting across the country

Shadow

𖦹 The emo guy? No, he didn’t really care for it at first.

𖦹 Every time you offered him one of your sweets he’d always refuse to eat it, he deemed it “unnecessary” since it mostly never provided healthy nutrients, and shadow never really needed to eat as a whole.

𖦹 Eh, why not. He’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t curious on the obsession that humans had with sweets, so he obliged.

“Really? You wanna try something??”

“Don’t overreact, I’m just curious as to why you’re so eager about me trying sweets.”

“Uhh—alright! I’ll have something going that you’ll like, trust!!”

𖦹 You practically went scavenger hunting, trying to find the espresso powder you had lying in your pantry for nearly a year. As soon as you presented the small espresso cake to him you were quite nervous..

‘Oh god, did I put too much frosting?? He’s always so blunt about not liking something so imagine how he’ll respond if he won’t like it! Then again, he is my boyfriend so it’s not like he’ll be too cold on m—‘

“more.”

“Wha?”

𖦹 As soon as you looked down the cake was now GONE. Oof, and here you thought he wouldn’t like it. Now he’s become obsessed with your work

✰ Darnell was never open about his feelings, he was supposed to be the cool guy! The carefree guy, he’s never been into that lovey-dovey emotional stuff.. until he met you. Now it’s all he could think about.

✰ Just the thought of you made his heart flutter, he’d imagine all the things he could do with you if you would just ask him out! He’d imagine how warm your hands would feel around his arms, or how soft your lips would feel on his, or how it’d feel to run his hands through your hair. At random points of his day, he’d create a scene in his head where you’re facing him, smiling, telling him how much you love him..

✰ Even standing next to you would send him into orbit, immediately holding his breath in case he breathed too loud around you, or carefully controlling his every move as if you were staring at him. He felt so Flustered around you, most embarrassing shit in his life.

✰ While working on some notes from a class he skipped, he noticed that the marker he was using closely resembled your eye color, leaving him spiraling in his own thoughts once again, creating small circles on the page using the marker. He only noticed he was zoning out until the ink had heavily bled through the paper. Immediately dropping the marker, he leaned back onto his chair, ashamed of how in love he had been with you.

✰ His eyes then began to wander, eventually landing on his hard cover notebook, yet to have any drawings or sketches inside.. Hm, maybe he can—No, he can’t, it’s too shameful.. then again, it may help him get his mind off you, and it’s not like he’s gonna bring that thing out with him. No one’s gonna see, right?

✰ WRONG! You just had to come knocking on his window while he was scribbling his fantasies away in his notebook. He immediately closed it as soon as he heard you knocking, but forgot to hide it, so when he let you in it was laying on his desk.

✰ You eventually got comfortable in his room, however Darnell was anxious that you came to his house unannounced so he didn’t have any prep time to at least tidy his room and hide the notebook. After a few minutes of chatting, you noticed the one thing he hoped you didn’t out of everything in his bedroom, the notebook. The lack of stickers on the cover made you realize it was different than the one he normally took out with him when turning his sketches into some graffiti in an alleyway, so you got curious.

“Is this your new sketch thing?”

“What the fuck—don’t touch my shit!”

“Ooh is it a diary? Or do you have some freaky pics in here?? Just let me see—“

✰ You struggled to keep the notebook in your hands as Darnell tried to pry it away from you, until you pushed him onto his bed and you opened it. Your reaction shifted as you flipped the pages eagerly.

“What are you hiding these for? These are good! Oh, shit! That’s me!.. wow there are, a lot of.. me”

✰ Darnell cringes at the sight of him being humiliated by you finding out about one of his biggest secret, his obsession with you. He never came to terms with it, even when he was drawing you or drawing things that reminded him of you, and now you’re seeing clear proof of it. He began to blur out every excuse he can think of (which wasn’t much), trying to keep up his tough guy persona.

“Just—I don’t fuckin’ know your face just looks—cool to look at. A-and I had some new (S/T) markers and I wanted to test them out, t—this doesn’t have shit to do with you”

✰ Darnell’s tone did somewhat convince you that his hundreds of drawings of you didn’t mean anything, but behind that, you can tell that he was just flustered that you found his little notebook of drawings of you. Darnell looked back up at you when you tore a few pages of the book off, folding them up to keep in your pocket.

“Look—I won’t tell anyone if you let me keep a few, deal?”

“..fine”

It all began when Rouge decided to have a house party to celebrate her birthday. (as if she didn’t already host parties every other day) Since it was her party, of course she encourage everyone to bring a bottle of whatever alcohol they could find. Until this point, Shadow had never seen you drink before. He wasn’t sure if you could hold alcohol like a tank or if you were going to end up on a rooftop topless after one drink, so he kept his drinking at the party to a strong minimum in case you had one too many.

𖦹 ‘hm, so this is what hell feels like.’ Shadow thought. Well, can you blame him? Being in a room full of drunk 20 something year olds, along with loud raunchy music echoing throughout the house clearly wasn’t his thing. It was made pretty obvious by the fact that he was resting his back against a corner where no one noticed him. All he really did was stare off into space with his red solo cup filled with beer (that he didn’t drink). As his thoughts pondered on and on, he later realized..

𖦹 ‘I wonder where (Y/N) we-‘ before he can even finish thinking about where you’ve gone, he heard your voice. “SHADOW!” You screamed over the loud music, he slightly jolted in surprise. As soon as he laid his red eyes on you, he quickly noticed that you were intoxicated as all hell. Without responding to you calling his name, he rested the back of his hand onto your forehead, revealing that you definitely had a fever of some sort. “Shadow! Where were you?? I looked hic everywhere! Were you using your teleport thingy to mess with me?” You said, your words slurring over each other. Yeah, you were gone at this point.

𖦹 Shadow squinted his eyes in confusion, “Why would I—Wha—?..Forget it. I have to take you home, you’re drunk.” He softly grabbed your hand, pulling you through the crowd of drunks searching for the front door. You pulled away weakly due to how tired you were, “Hang on, I gotta pee”. You pointed to the line of people waiting to use the restroom, he rolled your eyes, then giving some ‘are you serious’ eyes. Oof, that was a look that was gonna stick with you tonight. “Alright, fine. But as soon as you’re done, we’re out.”

𖦹 After 14 exhausting minutes, you were finally able to go use the restroom. Shadow hoped that his eyes could bear staying open for the drive home after having lights being flashed in his face for minutes. Once you were done, you rested your head against his shoulder, making him jump a bit. He chucked, “Tired?” You hummed in agreement. ‘Good, shouldn’t be a challenge putting them to bed.’ He thought (wrong).

𖦹 The car ride home wasn’t long, at least it didn’t feel as long to you since you were asleep for the most part. It only made you feel more guilty that every time you looked over, Shadow looked tired, it made you wonder if dragging him was a mistake. He didn’t want to go, yet you had him come, now he was stuck taking you home. It wasn’t a good feeling.

𖦹 Your breath hitched at the car pulling over on the driveway, lights blinding you awake. Shadow opened the door, then reaching his hand out.“Can you stand up?” You nodded, then immediately falling once standing out the car, Shadow luckily catching you. He ended up carrying you to bed because your legs clearly gave up on you on the way home.

𖦹 Shadow gently placed you onto his bed, laying a thin blanket of his over your limp body. You rub the blanket a bit with your fingers, “Why do you have a blanket here? I thought you had like, so much energy chaos—shit in the world..” You questioned. “Well.. I’ve grown quite fond of napping really. It’s pleasant to not have anything to attend to for a couple hours.” His eyes wandered off as he responded, then later meeting yours, clearly not listening. “..N—Nevermind. Just stay here and I’ll go make you some tea.”

𖦹 Once he returned with your cup of tea, you were faced away from the door, seemingly asleep. He quietly sat on the edge of the bed, moving some hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.‘Finally, they’re asleep’ he thought, placing the cup of tea on his nightstand. Just as he was about to leave the room, you suddenly grabbed his hand, calling out to him..

𖦹 “Shadow?” He paused, looking back at you. “Yes? Do you need anything, my love?” He asked concerned, last thing he wanted to do is have you puke all over his bed. You looked over at him, your eyes now swelling along with a runny nose. His face only grew more worried, “What’s wrong? Does something hurt? Do you need me to help you to the restroom? We can call you an ambulance if you’d li-“

It didn’t make sense to you. You your job flawlessly, playing songs and audios through your wires, delivering the best quality of sound you could, not letting a splash of water get to you so quickly—but even after all of that, your now previous owner was throwing you into a drawer to make room for their wireless earbuds.

It didn’t take long for Jerry to notice you. Sure, he couldn’t keep track of much of his collection, but he could easily sense when something new is added. He was simply overjoyed to see you! To him you were still a hot new thing because he wasn’t aware of the newer technology that was made.

“Oh, wow! Earphones? Did (O/N) drop you off here by mistake? You’re the pinnacle of technology! How could you possibly end up here?”

He closely inspected you while asking you hundreds of questions, twiddling with your wires and pushing your volume buttons constantly. It wasn’t the warmest welcome but you still managed to keep it together even after finding out you were being replaced.

Your wider knowledge of the outside world collided with how isolated and straight up weird Jerry was. The light bulb on his head is what threw you off the most considering the amount of fashion podcasts you’ve played.

“Theres a light bulb on your head.”

“Ah-Ah! Not just any light bulb, but an LED bulb. There just might be a day where these will be recalled all throughout the world, and it could soon be the very last one to ever exist, here on my head! Or maybe it’ll eventually create a new color that no one’s ever seen, unique to the light bulbs structure and technology!!”

“..babe, this is a solar energy light bulb. The only color it’s create is soft white”

Yeah, he didn’t take much of a liking to your ‘needling’. But he gladly accepted you as being apart of his collection. Even if you thought of yourself as a piece of uses less junk compared to the newer wireless earbuds, he still saw something more in you even if you couldn’t.

He never shared how much he more saw in you because he knew it’d get completely dismissed by your needling, so he kept it to himself.

Even through all his admiration, you still thought of yourself as a piece of junk along with the other stuff in the drawer. Jerry hadn’t interacted with you much after a while, leading to you slowly not speaking another word. He thought you were doing okay until he asked if you would tag along with him to play GnG with Chance but you looked, well, not okay.

Your wires were all tangled, your USB cord was a tug away from fully breaking off of you, and your ear tip was dusty, making your voice muffled. You were curled on the floor, staring at the tally marks on the wall that you made to keep track of however long you were in here. Jerry was never really handsy but when he saw you like this he just wanted to hold you.

“No, I don’t want to play GnG. Please just let me stay in here”

“But you’ve been here for so long! I-I know my collection may be all the more spectacular and everything but you haven’t come out since (O/N) put you here!!”

“For good reason.. I’m just as valuable as the rest of this shit”

Jerry knew you wanted him to leave, (like really wanted him to leave) but he didn’t accept it, instead he sat beside you, moving your wired hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear, he full on expected you to slap his hand away but you seemed to enjoy it.

“Look, I’m not really good with words or talking in general—b-but you’re just about the best object in this drawer! You can’t just give up on yourself now, I’ve met some cassette tapes and cough drops older than you who are doing just fine!—which is kinda weird because at this point those cough drops should be expired right now—but you get what I mean..”

Oof, he was right, he wasn’t good with words. Even with his little speech being quite awkward, the fact that he went to this length just to hang out with you was enough for you to consider leave the drawer after all those months.

“..plus, I think you’re really.. goregous and I—I think that playing GnG with you will…. Be a fun date we could do together?”

Meeting

𓄼 Hospitals have always irked you since you were a kid. Something about the ambience, smell, and atmosphere of them made you uncomfortable. You could handle blood and violence, but hospitals? Hell no.

𓄼 Now, when you signed up to be a mercenary you did prepare yourself for some medical stuff to occur, however, nothing could’ve prepared you for whatever Medic was on that made you so terrified. He was like the embodiment of everything you didn’t like about hospitals x10. And after finding out his way of doing his procedures it only made you more nervous..

“Hang on—I have to be alive for the whole thing??”

“Now now (Y/N), no need to worry, as long as you play your part the surgery will be swift!”

“Don’t you have anesthesia to give me or something?”

“Ha! No. I’m afraid that is out of our budget”

“..Okay, um.. will it hurt?”

“Hahaha!! Oh my, you.. you’re quite comical my friend, hah… yes.”

𓄼 You began to dread the day that was coming, you could barely handle dentist appointments! Now some creep you don’t know basically rummage around your guts for a few hours? This was going to be hell, you just knew it.

𓄼 During that fateful day, you decided to press through. You did nearly everything you could do to get over the anxiety of it all. Breathing, Counting to 10, Naming 5 things you see, etc. And as soon as you laid onto that operating table..

Thud!

“Goodness! Are you alright—….”

𓄼 You passed out. Yeah, he didn’t even lay out any medical supplies, the texture of the operating table against your skin was already too much to bear.

Headcanons

𓄼 You’re both victims in this situation (maybe one more than the other). He tries his best to make sure you don’t pass out every time you see him, but if anything his attempts make it worse.

“Why do you have a syringe?? I thought we were just checking up on how the uber device was working!”

“It’s nothing, darling. It’s simply some Midazolam, I went out to purchase it just for you! Now if you’ll just hold still..”

𓄼 You passed out as soon as he the needle graced your skin. I mean.. at least it kinda worked?

𓄼 Even when you get use to his appointments (meaning not passing out as much) he’s still more gentle around you.

𓄼 He’ll warn you about what he’s about to do and will give you a heads up on if there will be anything startling involved. He also makes sure to bring nitrous gas to help you calm down if needed.

𓄼 He feels guilty about it, but he enjoys talking you through giving you shots. Not in an arousing way, but he enjoys the idea of you being comforted by him. And god, he loves it when you hold his hand, he’ll sometimes worry that he’d be too focus on you holding onto him than injecting you.

“It’s alright, (Y/N), deep breaths..”

“sigh Okay..”

“You’re almost there, you’re doing very well, my love.. and done! See? As I said, only a pinch”

𓄼 If the smell of his clinic disturbs you, then he’ll also remember to light a candle at least an hour before your appointments. He’d specifically choose lavender to help soothe your nerves.

𓄼 He’ll also play some classical music in the background, not only does it calm your nerves but it also helps him focus. He’d remember your favorites and play them more often then other..

“You’ve been playing that one a lot lately”

“How could I not? It has a very nice tone, and I’ve grown tiresome of the other ones”

“Aww, you sure you’re not playing it just for me?”