#i loove her work

[boyfriendlucy]

Rollerskates Earrings by Laura Benson

[luck-of-the-drawings]

I LOOOVE LOVE ALL THE NPCS IN PRIME DEFENDERS!! THEYRE EACH SO UNIQUE AND COOL, WITH THE GREATEST THING YOU CAN POSSIBLY GIVE TO SUPER HEROS IN A SUPER HERO UNIVERSE: WAAACKY FUCKIN SUPER POWERS!! (MADE WITH ONLY PEN AND COLORED PENCILES, MISTAKES CORRECTED WITH PAPER N GLUE)

[sunliv]

Concept: Sonic going to Soleanna for some reason, bumping into Elise and they just lock eyes for a second with the weirdest sense of deja vu.

“Have I… met you before?”

YES YES!! EXACTLY EXACTLY!!

it seems like in canon sonic actually remembers the events of 06, at least somewhat, but the ending of 06 is super open and seems to hint that something feels familiar so i LOVE this idea

they feel SO familiar for some reason. Have we met before? she swears she's seen those eyes before, he swears he's heard her laugh before. how do i know you? And they dont know! But that sense of familiarity makes them feel like theyre closer and they get to know each other, bit by bit, relearning about each other!!!

Sonic is just visiting the country for some reason or another, maybe it's a different celebration that's happening or maybe it's the sun festival, a different year and a different timeline but it's still there or maybe he's just sightseeing.

he's heard the sunsets are gorgeous this time of the year, that the canals reflect the light like an all consuming fire and he's so caught up in admiring all the beautiful buildings and towers that he doesn't realize someone's in front of him.

he bumps into them and they almost fall except he catches them before that can happen, of course, he holds them lightly while he stabilizes them on their feet. obviously they're human because of the height difference and he doesn't see their face.

as soon as they're alright he looks up and he opens his mouth with something akin to "sorry about that" on the tip of his tongue except something happens before he can even really begin his sentence.

emerald meets sapphire and Sonic blinks and it's like a lifetime just flashed before his eyes but it was all too fast, even for him, and he's just left with the vague sensation of having stared into those eyes before.

it seems like the stranger had the same sensation because her mouth also parts and she looks at him in some familiar way too,

"have we... met before?"

it's a strange feeling. like he's known this person before, he barely held onto her but he knows how her hand feels in his and she's only spoken a couple of words to him, yet he knows, somehow, he knows that he could pick out her laugh from a crowd.

it's like something he forgot. but he forgot, he can't remember, that's just how that works and though he's not sure how he knows what her laugh sounds like, he'd like to hear it again. make sure it's as authentic as his memory tells him it is.

Well. No time like the present.

"Don't think so.” he smirks. “I'm Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog!"

He does a little one-finger salute and the stranger smiles with something like fondness and nostalgia.

"I'm Elise."

[weareuniqueandimportant]

I LOVE MURDER... I FIND THE TOPIC VERY INTERESTING... I ALSO BELIEVE ALOT OF ABUSERS WERE ACTUALLY NEGLECTED... AND THEIR "VICTIMS" ONLY REPEAT THE LIES THEY ALWAYS HAVE... OUR ABUSERS ALL CERTAINLY LOVE TO PAINT SUCH A PICTURE... DON'T WORRY... I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING... YET <3...

[jrueships]

pg really had THE wag jarebear on his show and proceeded to dish out all his personal onions on his teammates i 😭😭

[frereamour]

i love whenever i have to call some service and the call center girl is soo nice to me and explains everything so attentively and jokes around. i fall a little bit in love for ten minutes of my day 🥰💕 life is wonderful

[autism-corner]

=w=b i dont like it when my subconscious does something i dont know about.... can you not?

[luveline]

Hi Jade ! I loove your sunshine!readers, could I request one for Carmy ? Maybe someone calls her to get to the restaurant when hes feeling anxious to calm him down idk if thats good lol love ya !

ty for requesting <3 fem, 1.4k

Is it The Beef or The Bear? In your head, despite the wishes of everyone who works there (except for Ebra, who seems to have mixed opinions), you always call it The Beef. But the sign brags otherwise, and when you push open the doors, nothing inside is left to remind you of the old restaurant. It was a total gut. 

“Hi, gorgeous,” says a familiar, warm voice. 

You almost walk straight into her table, distracted looking for brown curls through the kitchen door’s little window. “Hey, Tina.” You grin at your second favourite chef. Your most favourite Sous. “You taking a break?” 

She offers you a round butter cookie from a sleeve of them. Her cup of coffee billows with steam. “Uh-huh.” 

“Hiding from a meltdown?” you ask, taking a cookie, fingers oily with butter, sugar grains falling to the floor. 

“It’s not like that,” she says. 

Well, what is it like? you think. 

Richie’s text wasn’t exactly descriptive. Need ur help with the little Bitch, he’d said. Then, when you didn’t answer, ASAP!!!!

You figured it must’ve been another rant. He’s prone to these… episodes of anger where he doesn’t realise he’s spinning out and hurting people who really care about him. You try to bring him out of it, but he’s a Berzatto. They’re all the same, sort of. Everything that’s wrong with them has been stamped into them a long, long time ago. 

He’s been better since Nat steel armed him into AA, but still. You tilt your head to one side, sugar cookie between your fingers, listening for the goings on in the kitchen. “Sydney’s here?” you ask. “I thought she was sick.” 

“Sydney gets sick, but she doesn’t take sick days,” Tina says with a loving shrug. 

You smile at her in brief goodbye for now and make your way to the kitchen, where you push in quietly. All their ‘Behind!’ and ‘Corner!’ and ‘Hands!’ makes you laugh, and you can’t take it seriously so you don’t, but you’re not trying to be dangerous in there either. 

“Hello?” you ask. 

Sydney and Richie look up from a cramped notebook at the table nearest to the door. There are employees you're unsure of prepping vegetables along the wall, but Carmy isn’t anywhere to be seen. 

“Fucking finally,” Richie says, before rubbing his face regretfully. “I’m sorry, it’s just– I texted you an hour ago, babe, you’re letting me down.” 

You laugh. “Sorry, babe,” you tease. “I have a job, just like you.” Your hands are cold where you tuck them under each armpit, crossing your arms. “Hi, Sydney. You feeling okay?” 

“No. He’s stressing me out.” 

“Which one?” 

“Both of them.” She looks like she might rub her face too. “I need him to be in here right now, he should be doing this, but he keeps walking away and– and not saying where he’s going.” 

“He is stressful,” you agree, though usually Carmy’s stress tends to bounce right off of you, “I’m gonna find him and strap him down for you.” 

Sydney just frowns. 

“I’ll see what’s up,” you say more seriously. “In the office?” 

“Out the back,” Richie says. “Smoking like his mother. He’s a fucking steam train lately.” 

It’s like they want to worry you. You give them grateful nods, sorry nods, and start to make your way out of the main kitchen, past the dishwashers and the dessert station to one of the back doors. Carmy isn’t your responsibility. You don’t have to apologise for him, you don’t have to mother him, he should commit to his responsibilities all on his own, but… it’s hard. You like apologising for him because his behaviour isn’t always on purpose, and he struggles with commitment for similar reasons. There’s this aching, stagnated grief in him that’s reawakening, there’s the stress of the restaurant, his business, the scars of the last ten years, and before that. You know it isn’t your job to come here and make him feel better, but isn’t it? When you love someone, it’s half the deal. 

Carmy shouldn’t yell at his friends, or employees. He shouldn’t chain smoke, and he shouldn’t be sitting on the low wall by the dumpsters shaking so hard with his head so low that you can see the first notch of his spine in his shirt. 

“Carmy?” you ask. 

His head ducks further down. You can hear him breathing, not too hard as to alarm you, and yet unrelaxed. 

You smile without thinking. You hate seeing him like this, but looking after him is a pleasure. “Hey, Carmen. Can I sit with you?” 

He forces his face up. “What are you doing here?” he asks. 

Trying to make sure he doesn’t tear another chunk out of Richie. “It’s my lunch break.” 

You perch on the wall beside him and snap your nearly forgotten cookie into two pieces, one side bigger than the other, which you offer him. 

Carmy takes it. Looks at it without expression, though that slowly turns to a dry ire you’ve felt directed your way a hundred times. “What the fuck is this?” 

“Cookie.” 

“I don’t want this.” 

“Could you just eat it?” You put your own half in your mouth in its entirety, all aligned to your teeth. It shatters into sweet, soft crumbs between your teeth. You talk with a hand over your mouth, “It’s not gonna kill you.” 

Carmy looks at it for a long time before he eats it. 

You watch him. He’s more tan than you’d think, that Italian gene kicking in, skin clinging to whatever sunshine it finds. He spends enough time inside that you’re surprised it can muster the energy. He looks better with it though, his curls look gold toned under the sun, and his clenched jaw doesn’t seem so harsh. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask eventually. Almost conversationally. 

“Nothing.” His hand shakes on his thigh. He turns his palm down to clasp his knee. 

“You sure?” 

“No.” 

“That one’s my favourite.” 

“What?” 

You poke toward a tattoo on his hand. It’s a simple flower, same style as most of his tattoos. “I like it ‘cos it’s just a flower.” 

“My least pretentious,” he guesses. 

“Something like that.” 

He tips his head back. 

“Richie texted me. He thinks I’m gonna… like, I’m gonna calm you down, I guess.” 

“You always do,” he says. 

You give him a long, smiley look. “So you’re in love with me?” you ask warmly, pushing up into a knee to wrap your arm behind him, hugging him before he can move away. “You’re totally fucked for me, Berzatto, that’s fucking crazy.” 

“Fuck off,” he laughs. 

You rub his arm, his skin hot in your hold. He touches your waist very, very lightly. “What am I supposed to do, anyway? I can’t cook. You and Syd are on your own.” 

“You already… already did enough.” He grabs your waist where you wobble on the brick wall, grit biting your knees, his hand comparatively soft. 

“Such a crush on me,” you tease in a whisper, his hair crushed under your cheek. 

You’re tempted to kiss his temple, but affection with Carmy is like oil and water sometimes. You give him a last protective squeeze and sit yourself down again. 

“Carm,” you say, “you know you can call me, right? Like, if you don’t feel okay.” 

“Yeah. Yeah, I know.” 

“Or text me. If that’s easier. It’s hard to say hard things out loud.” 

He laughs again. “Sorry.” 

“I know, I don’t– I don’t seem like I know what you’re talking about, I get it, but I do understand. N’ even if I didn’t, I don’t mind listening. Or laughing at you.” 

“What’s that about?” 

“The laughing?” you ask. “You tell me.” 

His hand slides behind your back in half a hug. “Guess it’s funny.” 

“Can I change my mind about the tattoo?” 

“The flowers not your favourite?” 

“No. You know which one I like best?” 

His thumb rubs into your back. “The snail.” 

“Absolutely the snail. You’re so fucking silly sometimes, I’m supposed to take you seriously when you’re yelling and red in the face with a snail on your arm?” 

You can’t see his face with your cheek to his shoulder, won’t know that he’s smiling at you with a rare aura of peace. Can’t see the wanting, either. 

[ellieslob]

★ellie got sick

+idea: ellie gets emotional when you take care of her

ways to help palestine !!!

you knew, deep down, under all the toughness and her act of being completely independent, and solitaire, ellie yearned for touch, but not just anybody's touch, your touch.

the first week after you guys got together you were both hesitant to touch each other, to be near one another, too nervous and definitely too worried of messing up, ruining everything and ending up alone again, so for the first weeks, you guys practically were just friends that called each other “babe” and “honey”.

that was until ellie got sick, it was nothing to really worry about, nothing but a cold, “it didn't matter” as she said, but at the same time, she had spent all of her weekend inside her bed, texting you about how her tummy hurt, her head hurt, her pinky toe hurt, your girlfriend switched from being the strongest and toughest woman you ever met to such being a pretty cry baby. you two were on your nightly call, when she heard the ring bell “oh no, wait babe, god, how do i get up” you heard her covers moving as she growled and whined.

“don't worry honey, i'll get the door” she looked at her phone confused, you hung up and left her even more confused, were you high? or…

the knocking stopped an the door opened showing that it was you at her room, with a soft smile and a little basket in your hands “hi baby. okay, okay, so i brought you a soft blanket, some chocolate, and yes, the milky one, not dark. i bought soda but i bringed tea, because you need to stay hydrated” your hands pushed her back to the bed, tugging her with the little blanket, and then checking her temperature by softly pressing your foreheads “oh and i made you chicken soup, i know you don't loove vegetables, but baby you-

you stopped yourself completely, her face was now drowning in tears, her face all covered in blush and her hands were grabbing her new soft blanket with a very tight grip “ellie, w-what's wrong?”

she got up from the bed, still her movements were slow and silly, but she managed to get to you, your worried look, the little basket, the homemade tea and soup, the little and soft voice you used just to talk to her. she knew it.

she almost tackled you into a hug, starting to cry even harder, her deep voice turning into whines, her sobs were loud and strong that they moved her hole body, she was clinging onto your shirt, hiding her face in your chest, you didn't know what to do, you had yourgirlfriend weeping desperately in your arms and she didn't answer your questions or stop shivering. you caressed her cheek, trying to wipe her tears a little “ellie?”

“thank you, i… i was so exhausted, i am really, but even with all my whining and complaining, god it must have been so boring to hear me complain about everything but still you.. you”

“i love you ellie, i love your face, your little freckles, your voice, your bad jokes, your complains, i love them because i love you, way too much, i’d say, you should be scared, like seriously, you should call the police” you started attacking her with little kisses all around her face.

“stop” she laughed like a kid, making you chuckle a little, her tears finally stopped, leaving her eyes shiny and loving “and you say my jokes are bad” she holds your waist, pulling you closer to her.

“well i guess that's why we are together honey, you'll have to endure”

“i love you”

“i love you more” and as cheesy as it sounded, your voice, your words and your kisses were all that ellie needed to get better.

🥣masterlist!

🫐nat: im back😭 im so sorry for all the time that has passed, this is not my best work but i wanted to make a little something to officially come back, love yaaall so so much

[httpdwaekki]

sleepy | s.c.

summary: you may be tired but you're not passing up the opprotunity to spend time with your favorite boy.

wc: 1.1k

warnings: food is mentioned but other than that just lots of fluff :3

a/n: i haven’t written for my favorite boy in a while and my bub @giddyfatherchris asked for soft binnie so long ago (I’M SO SORRY🤧) so i wrote this lil thing for her <3. i did get lost in the sauce but what else is new. anyway i hope you all enjoy, remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3.

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when changbin had asked if you wanted to come to the studio while him, chan and jisung recorded, you jumped at the opportunity.

however what you didn’t account for barely sleeping the night before and working a 10 hour shift before joining them at the studio. but you withheld that information from binnie because he would’ve forced you to go home and you’ve been looking forward to this.

so here you were, comfy as you could be on the couch in the back of their studio as you listened to your favorite boy sing his lines. his voice was slowly lulling you to sleep with each passing second.

you hadn’t even realized you had fallen asleep until you heard his soft voice, “baby.” your eyes flutter open before focusing on the man in front of you. “hi bubba.” you stretch, giving him a sleepy smile. “hi my sleepy girl.” he smiles back. he was kneeling next to you, his hand placed on your hip, thumb rubbing gentle circles.

you look behind him to find his two counterparts gone, “where’d the boys go?” you ask, sitting up, stretching once more. “they went to get food, they said they’d pick us up something too.” he moves to sit next to you, placing his hand on your thigh.

“that’s sweet.” you mumble, placing your head on his shoulder. he hums, placing a kiss to your head before laying his head on top of yours.

“why so sleepy, hm?” you wrap your arms around the one he has on your thigh, relaxing further into him. “just a long shift,” you yawn. “plus i didn’t sleep all the good last night.” he lifts his head, looking at you. “what?”

you lift yours, looking to him, “what?” you furrow your eyebrows, eyes searching his. “why didn’t you tell me?” he asks softly. “you didn’t have to come, bunny, you could’ve gone home and slept.” he says, concern and worry laced in his voice.

you shake your head, “i know but i wanted to be here, i just,” you pause, taking his hand in yours. “i never get to see you and i’d rather be here with you, napping on this stiff couch than be home in my bed without you.” 

his eyes soften, before squeezing your hand, “you’re lucky you’re cute.” he mumbles, his cheeks burn a pale pink, small smile on his lips. “what?” you laugh. “aw, are you blushing?” you pinch his cheek softly, teasing him. 

“yah! stop that!” he exclaims, pushing your hand away. “ you loove me, binnie loooves me.” you tease, moving yourself to his lap, poking at him. “yah!- stop- y/n!” he manages to get out between laughs, before turning his attacks onto you.

“yah! binnie- no no- stop!” you squeal, laughing as he starts tickling your sides. “hey! hey! binnie please! truce, truce!” you giggle as he finally relents his attacks. 

you finally catch your breath, looking into his eyes. you place your hands on his cheeks before giving him a kiss. “i love you, you know that right?” he smiles before pulling you into another kiss. “i love you more, baby.” he mumbles against your lips.

you giggle before leaning into him, his arms wrapping around you.

“alright wrap it up love birds.” jisung claps as he bursts through the door, chan following behind him. “jisung!” chan chastises him, “i told you not to do that! she might’ve still been asleep!” he places the bag on the table in the middle of the room before turning to you.

“sorry about him.” you giggle shaking your head. “it’s okay.” moving to sit next to binnie, missing the small pout on his lips. chan carefully moved the table closer to the couch as han pulled two of the computer chairs to the table before taking a seat.

chan started handing out the food, as han took a seat at one of the chairs. 

everyone started to dig in, binnie, han and chan fell into conversation about the track they were working on, you silently watching and listening as they talk. once you were full, you laid your head on bin’s shoulder, just enjoy the background noise.

after a few moments, you had fallen asleep once more, soft breaths leaving your lips. once everyone was done eating, chan collected everyone’s trash quietly before him and han went back to the computers.

you awoken once again by a soft shake, “hm?” you lift your head, taking in your surroundings. “‘m sorry.” you yawn, rubbing your eyes. “it’s okay baby, we’re just got a couple more things to do then we can go, okay?” you nod your head, yawning once again, before he pats his lap.

“lay down baby.” 

“don’t you have to record?” he shakes his head, “nope i’m all done, i just wanna wait to hear how everything sounds before we go.” you nod, laying down, making yourself comfortable on his thigh.

you fell asleep in record time, soft snores leave your lips, as he mindlessly drew shapes on your arm. you stayed like that for a bit, letting the boys wrap up before you woke up once more, in binnie’s car, pulling up to your complex.

“was i out that bad?” you ask stretching out. “baby, you were out cold, you didn’t even flinch when i picked you up.” he laughs, glancing over to you. “oh god, i’m sorry.” you groaned, covering your face.

“it’s okay,” he places a hand on your thigh, “you’re tired, i would’ve preferred you to have been home getting rest, but i’m glad you came.” he gives your thigh a squeeze, sending you a cheesy smile.

“i am too.” you take his hand in yours, placing a kiss to the back of his. he puts the car in park before helping you out of the car. he locks the car before heading up to your apartment. you unlock the door, both of you discarding your shoes at the door.

you both make your way to your room, luckily binnie was in sweatpants and a big t-shirt so he was already comfy. you quickly took off your jeans, opting for no pants, binnie took off his shirt before tossing it your way.

“thank you.” you give him a sleepy smile before ditching your shirt and bra, pulling his shirt over your head. he had already set up your bed so you can slip right under the soft blankets. once under the blankets he opened his arms, you fell into him, your whole body relaxing.

“goodnight, my sleepy girl.” he whispers before placing a kiss to your temple. “goodnight, bubba.” you mumbled, placing a kiss to his soft chest, before both of you fall into a peaceful slumber, wrapped in each other’s arms.

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[xoluvx]

hey loove, Have you seen the interview where Billie makes phone pranks? How about she makes one on us? Love your fic by the eaay 🤍🫶🤍🫶

hi baby 🤍 thank youuuu. i just watched it, she's so cute! i hope you enjoy this 🤍

"Oh no. This is the first time she doesn't come with me to one of these. She's an over thinker like me so she might not even let me get to the prank. She's going to hate me forever," Billie sighed, but chuckled nervously. She pressed on your number. It didn't ring for long before your voice filled the room.

"Hi baby," you cooed blissfully unaware to the reason of this call.

"Hi," Billie tried to stifle her laugh. She held the phone at arm's length. She mouthed 'I can't do this' closing her eyes hearing your reply.

"Hi, what's going on?" your voice trailed off like you knew something was off or weird.

"We need to talk," Billie cleared her throat trying to be serious. Her face was turning red so she fanned herself in an attempt to cool down.

"We're talking right now," you replied matter of factly. She knew you had to work on something so you'd gone home before this interview. She felt bad interrupting you. She could just picture your furrowed brows, hand on hip trying to process what was happening.

Billie looked at the camera shaking her head.

"No, it's something serious." She bit on her thumb nervously.

"Billie..." you dragged out her name. She could already see your face. But she didn't have to picture it for long because you were FaceTiming her.

Billie covered her mouth, her eyes bulging. She turned her phone to the camera showing them how you were trying to FaceTime her. Billie uncovered her mouth clicking the green button.

"It was a prank. I'm pranking you. It's a prank," Billie rambled placing her hand on her head, her eyes pleading.

"I'm at the Elle interview," she added turning the camera so you could see them film crew and in turn the camera could see your face. The screen was slightly pixelated, but you could very much see your face full of confusion.

"The one time I don't go with you," your voice now playful.

"I know that's what I said," Billie laughed and your laugh mixed with hers as she stared at her phone.

"Oh just wait 'til you get home," your voice teasing, but stern. Billie looked at the camera blushing raising her brows, pursing her lips. She stung her tongue out before looking down at her phone again. You were laughing at her reaction. Even though you were very much serious.

"Okay, I'll see you later babe." She waved at the phone then turned her body slightly covering her face. She was blowing you a kiss which was mostly hidden from the camera behind her hand, but very much audible to the mic.

When she hung up, she rubbed her hands on her shorts.

"I'm in trouble guys," Billie raised her eyebrows cheekily wiping the corner of her mouth.

[officialspec]

can you pleeeeease post your dm sexuality/gender hcs on here.... 🥺 i don't have a twitter but i wanna know. it's like a pandora's box to me now i'm like scratching at the door. let me in

heres the link 2 the thread (mild spoilers btw) ill post a transcript under the cut for ppl who dont have twitter

first off i think laios relationship to sex is super removed for like 50 reasons without even getting into his actual sexuality

he grew up in a place with very repressed ideas about sex and has a lot of fear about asserting his presence in situations

his special interest takes precedent over any social interactions he has and the level of closeness he feels towards people

he has a hard time figuring out his feelings towards other people both bc hes autistic and bc he has freaky deviantart fetishes that make sex in his mind a very abstract concept <- this one is me projecting mostly

that aside, i feel like gender-wise hes attracted to ppl so infrequently it may as well be entirely case-by-case

the idea of him being gay appeals to me from the 'raised with traditional values he Does Not fit into/hasnt begun to question it yet' perspective, i lauve characters who put a lot of stock into performing a role thats expected of them and fail miserably for unknown (gay) reasons

from his perspective tho i dont think he would ever really label himself anything. hes going to pride parades in the shirt+shorts Ally Fit to clap for his friends

hes also 'cis by indifference' imo... i love tmasc laios hcs it just doesnt mesh w his personal history to me. i do think hes got some kind of therian gender thing going on (not trans or nb but a secret third thing) but i cant see him changing anything abt his appearance/pronouns to accommodate that post-canon. hes just doin his thang

falin is in a similar boat for gender. i LOOVE tfem falin but the village repression thing has been bugging at me so i dont think i subscribe to it anymore (canon purist sorry) BUT if u hold that hc i am clapping and cheering regardless

instead i was propagandised to a while back and i LOVEEE the idea that being fused w a male dragon and the residual traits she has after being revived have given her a type of gender euphoria she didnt realise she was missing. a little boygirl swagger if u will

sexuality-wise i also dont think she would care to label herself, shes a lesbian by virtue of only being interested in One woman and zero other people. without marcille i do think shes still exclusively attracted to women, and i like to imagine she might experiment around a bit during her travels post-canon (pre-relationship). hearing abt it might put marcille on the news though

marcille is very simple That is a transfem lesbian. she cant get pregnant, shes obsessed w being femme and all that combined w her half-tallman struggles to be seen as 'properly feminine' by elf standards reads very transfeminine to Me. also her bookboy crush REEKS of comphet its not subtle

i think a more comfortable marcy might have the space to experiment w being elf butch like her manga boys but thats mainly self indulgence for me. utena could have saved her

senshi is gay his whole thing is abt not being able to perform dwarven masculinity to a proper standard (soft hearted, not as strong or rugged as his peers) which is like gaycoding 101. also hes a bear. homosexuality be damned by boy can work a grill

adding onto this i rly think senshi got some type of euphoria from being an elf in the changeling chapters. he was feeling himself so much i think he was using it as an outlet to have fun being a little fem and fruity without needing to justify it. do u understand

i dont have any particular opinions abt him gender-wise beyond that. his bulge is an essential part of his character design but i also saw a transmasc senshi a couple days ago that made me nod my head thoughtfully so i could go either way

chilchuck is cis and bisexual this is just canon. not even just his old man crush on senshi altho i do think thats very funny but they put his ass on a cover themed like hes in a dating sim with all the men and women in the cast and then slapped it in front of a chapter called "bicorn". i simply cant pass up that kind of overt signaling. its so fucking funny what else is there to say truly

izu to ME is a transmasc aroace lesbian (this one has the least basis in canon i just know it to be true) shes a little genderfluid with it nd uses he/she i think. i like to imagine she consistently uses masculine personal pronouns to refer to herself either way tho (boku, ore)

i think izutsumis gender/sexuality is entirely secondary in priorities to her body dysphoria. she has a lot of learning and acceptance 2 do before that kind of self discovery is on the docket and in my mind eschewing gender on some level is part of that. get sillay

shuro is cishet but at least he feels bad about it. next listen listen to me i dont think he would ever actually examine this but i need u to put on ur tin foil hat with me for one second. i think estrogen could have saved her. i have more thoughts on this but im not gonna propagandise too much on this post just know that im right

kabru is a transmasc bisexual this is also practically text. his whole thing of being treated like a doll by milsiril to put in pretty dresses, plus i think it would be pretty easy for him to stealth in the west since tallmen are seen as inherently more masculine than elves

(i also think changing genders is just more common for elves. theyre androgynous enough that it wouldnt be hard and like who in their right miiiiind would be the same gender for 500 years. dwarves too)

i think he started presenting as male socially in the west but didnt need to consider medical transition until he moved to a more mixed culture where other races might see him as a woman

i dont have to explain the bisexual part. have u seen him

namari is a butch bisexual this is just canon straight up. shes not transmasc but i think the default settings for dwarven women is like 4 years of T regardless. shes a hit at all the local cruising spots despite her renfaire nerdisms i know this

and just bc im thinking abt em kiki and kaka are identical and kiki is tfem :} theyre both attracted to women but kaka is a sub so i forgive him

THATS ALL 4 NOW theres a lot of characters so i cant have thoughts abt all of them at once but i hope this was good. im right about everything forever as per usual

[taintedcigs]

OMG LITERALLY LOVED POLAROIDS SO MUCH DUDE 🤭

Also if your taking requests could you maybe write Eddie x fem!Scoops Ahoy Worker!reader

✦ A SCOOP OF MISUNDERSTANDINGS | e. munson x reader ✦

wc: 2k+

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader

warnings: not a lot of warnings tbh, just swearing, jealousy, fluff, like annoyingly fluffy, i hope this isn't cheesy and tiny tiny bit of angst if u RLLY squint

summary: eddie is really enamored with the new scoops ahoy worker, and is jealous of how her and steve get along so well.

authors note: NONNIE PLS EXCUSE HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO WRITE THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY ASKS FOR A LONG TIME!! im so glad u liked polaroids and now i hope u like this as well and hope i did ur request justice <33 this concept was so fun to write!! ITS ABIT CHEESY BUT I LOVE CHEESY SO EXCUSE ME PLS! also lmk if u want more like this or all ur requests and any of ur feedback pls send me an ask abt anything ily all <3

eddie LOOVES ice cream, and most of all, eddie loves going to scoops ahoy with dustin and annoying the shit out of steve.

it's like their weekly routine at this point, getting ice-cream, but also trying all the flavors so they can get free ice-cream, steve and robin always end up yelling at them.

so eddie entered the scoops ahoy shop with a smirk on his face, and the mission of annoying steve, but his smirk is wiped off and he is almost baffled by something, or rather someone.

you.

he is intrigued at the sight of you, standing next to steve, pouting your glossed plump lips at him for something he is saying, and you look so pretty, that it catches him off guard. even with that stupid scoops ahoy hat on top of your hat, eddie thinks you look so fucking good that it's unfair, and he is too dumbfounded to speak.

you laugh at something steve says, and it makes eddie's heart skip a beat. his mind is fuzzy when he's staring at you, he wonders if you're new here, because if someone as angelic as you worked here before, he wouldn't have missed it.

his attention is drawn back to robin, who tries to take his and dustin's order and dustin asks to try his 100th flavor "god, will you take eddie and dustin's order i need to go on a break!" she exclaims shouting your name, groaning. you nod quickly as you wave steve away.

a warm smile is plastered on your face, "welcome to scoops ahoy! what can i get for you, dustin" you point to dustin, guessing the kid steve always talked about must've been him, and then you turn to eddie.

"and, eddie?" you smile, also remembering him from steve's stories, as he told you all about eddie and how he was 'not jealous' that dustin had gotten another older brother, who played the 'same stupid nerd game as dustin'.

"you know my name?" eddie asked, his eyes widening and his mouth dried up. "robin just told our names, you doofus." dustin lightly nudged him, and a blush crept up eddie's cheeks, his first words to you and he already looked like an idiot, great, he thought to himself.

"oh, not only that but that one talks about you two all the time!" you said giggling as you pointed to steve.

"all good things i hope." eddie chuckled and you gave him a warm smile again, nodding. the way your eyes sparkled as you smiled was etched into his brain forever, dustin realized eddie's adoring looks but he kept his mouth shut.

"so, uh... what kind of ice cream would you like today? we have a lot of flavors!" you asked, showing them dozens of ice cream flavors.

"i'll have one scoop of chocolate and one scoop of chocolate chip cookie dough, and same for him, if that's okay." eddie said, smiling at you.

you looked up at him, your smile widening. "coming right up!" you said sweetly, grabbing a cone and getting to work.

as you did so, dustin lightly nudged eddie's shoulder, eddie could barely turn his head around to dustin when all he could do was focus on you. "what?" he asked annoyed.

"dude, you have to ask her out!" dustin exclaimed excitedly and eddie threw him a look as to say 'keep your voice down idiot, she's right there!'

"what?" eddie asked playing dumb and dustin rolled his eyes, "you've been gawking at her ever since we walked in, just ask her out!" dustin encouraged eddie.

but eddie didn't know how he was supposed to do that. he was the 'freak' of hawkins, and you were- oh you were so pretty, so nice and you seemed so kind. he couldn't even manage to get his words out when you were around, let alone ask you out on a date.

"maybe next time, kiddo." he gave dustin's shoulder a squeeze, as eddie watched you laughing at steve's jokes again, and sighed.

he knew you were out of his league and possibly suited better for someone like 'king steve' anyway, but it didn't stop him from returning in a few days.

"eddie, hi!" the way your face instantly lit up and how you remembered his name, made him smile, eddie was putty in your hands with just two interactions.

"one scoop chocolate and one scoop chocolate chip again?" you remembered his name and his order? eddie's heart was about to burst out of his chest, you were giving the poor boy hope with just existing.

he nodded, and you scooped a generous portion of ice cream into a cone. "will that be all?" your tone was so sweet that it was making eddie sick.

"um, yeah." eddie said, feeling a bit flustered. he took the cone and turned to leave, but then he hesitated, dustin's words rang in his mind. he knew he at least had to start more conversations with you.

"hey, um, do you have any recommendations for other flavors?" he asked, his voice was still timid.

you grinned, excitedly. "oh, there are so many! have you tried the mint chocolate chip? it's my personal favorite." when he shook his head no, you immediately grabbed a spoon feeding him the ice cream.

you excitedly waited for his feedback, your eyes were glimmering, "really good." he managed to get out with a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth, making you giggle.

even if eddie wouldn't have liked the flavor, he would pretend that it was his favorite flavor for the rest of his life if it meant he would get to hear your pretty laugh and those dreamy eyes again.

and eddie knew he was obsessed now, he didn't want to be so hooked on you, but you made it easy, so very easy.

and in the next few weeks, eddie started coming to the shop more often, finding excuses to try new flavors and linger around you at all times. and the more he came the more he got comfortable with you, always making small talk, while trying to be funny and charming, but always feeling like he was failing miserably.

but you didn't seem to mind. in fact, him always coming around to see you, and your conversations were the best part of your day, and your job.

you were always laughing the hardest at his jokes, asking him about his day, and even sneaking him extra scoops of ice cream every now and then.

but eddie had one problem.

steve.

he was always there, talking to you, and making you laugh, jealousy was starting to consume him.

he couldn't help the agonizing anxiety inside of him that made him feel like he wasn't good enough for you, especially compared to steve who seemed to be a ladies' man and had a natural charm to him, along with the 'king steve' title that eddie felt he lacked, the only title he had was, 'the freak'.

and eddie couldn't get you out of his head. his head was constantly filled with thoughts of you and the little moments the two of you shared at scoops ahoy.

so when he came to the shop the next day, he had one thing on his mind. he had to at least try his chances, and ask you out.

"hi, honey." he greeted you, the nickname was something you felt so comfortable with, and it made you feel so giddy inside.

"hi, eds." he loved the nicknames you gave him, 'handsome, eds, pretty boy.' he could feel his insides about to burst when you called him any of them.

when the two of you fell into your routine conversations again, eddie felt comfortable, he felt at ease with your presence, and he realized he could really do it, he could actually ask you out.

so when he called out your name in a soft voice, he gathered his courage, clearing his throat.

"i just wanted to ask you if-" but once again, his voice was drowned out by steve, and he sighed his anxiety was starting to bubble over when your shift instantly focused to steve.

"shit- sorry i'm late, again!" steve's voice was irritating him now, and you waved steve off, to say that it was fine.

"you're only late like 5 minutes." you offered him a smile, and as steve gave you a hug to greet you eddie could feel his stomach knotting up.

he tried to stay composed, but he couldn't help his mind getting fuzzy about his insecurities.

when you returned to eddie, you could sense he was off. "sorry handsome, what were you saying?" you asked, as you gave him a sympathetic smile.

but eddie was distant, and even the 'handsome' nickname, wasn't enough to ease his worries "oh, it was nothing important." his voice was timid and he was now lost in his own thoughts.

"is everything okay?" you asked, your voice filled with worry.

"yeah, yeah, you can go back to your thing with steve, i didn't mean to interrupt." he meant for it to sound casual, but it sounded bitter.

you looked at him, furrowing your brows. "what?" and when you saw the way eddie looked at steve, it clicked.

all the times when steve came and interrupted you and eddie's conversation, all the times steve made you laugh, eddie always had the same disappointed look on his face that he did now.

and you actually face-palmed at the realization, and gave him a chuckle, causing eddie's attention to shift to you again as he gave you a puzzled look.

"jesus- eddie, have i ever told you how i started this job?" you asked, and he shook his head.

"we moved into hawkins a few weeks ago, my dad told me i had to find a summer job and then my cousin told me he got this new job at scoop's ahoy, so i thought why not? and i signed up as well." the information was slow to process eddie's brain.

"steve is my cousin, eds." you said, a smug smirk played on your lips, and eddie immediately felt his face grow hot with embarrassment. "oh."

"shit, i didn't know. sorry." he shook his head, glancing down at the floor.

he wanted to laugh at how foolish he had been, worrying about steve this much in the last few weeks.

"it's okay, i mean we do hang out a lot, but that's because he's my favorite cousin, and it's really fun to be able to annoy him 24/7." you giggled and eddie chuckled, nodding.

he felt a surge of relief, but he wanted to slap himself for being jealous over nothing.

when the conversation between the two of you went back to normal eddie felt comfortable around you again, and he decided to push his plans to asking you out to the next day, his cheeks still blushing at the mention of steve.

so when he says his goodbyes to you, it makes you groan, and eddie tilts his head, confused, as he turns his attention to you.

"are you ever going to ask me out?" you asked, impatiently, and you felt desperate to do so, but you had spent weeks flirting with eddie, and it was driving you crazy now.

eddie blinked slowly, not believing the words that were coming out of your mouth his heart pounding in his chest. "w-what?" he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

you huffed, "i mean i've been flirting with you for weeks, and i thought you weren't interested, but you did nothing." you pouted, and eddie felt like he was going to faint.

"shit, honey." now your heart was pounding out of your chest, the nickname, again, was enough to make you melt.

"fuck, i've been trying to ask you out for weeks, but i thought you weren't interested, especially because i thought you were interested in steve-" you made a gagging sound at that and his mouth turned up into a soft smile.

he felt like he was dreaming, he felt so stupid. "would you wanna go out with me? maybe to that new restaurant that opened up just right down the street?" he asked, intoxicated by your hopeful eyes.

"yes," you replied, without hesitation. "i would love to."

eddie grinned sheepishly at you. "great," he said. "how about tomorrow afternoon?"

you nodded eagerly. "tomorrow afternoon sounds perfect."

"see you then." eddie replied, appearing to be casual and trying to hide the fact that he was screaming internally. and trying to comprehend that he was actually going to go on a date with you.

[edges-of-night]

I just found your post and im in loove with your writing so o wanted to know if i could ask this.

What would the characters react if a Modern!reader has a scar or something from her childhood ( of theyre wild child like me) and would they though someone hurted her?

Kudos from Brasiil

Thank you, I’m glad you like the blog! Enjoy your post!

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･ﾟ✧ Aragorn.

Aragorn would treat your scars with great respect and never ask any questions about them, knowing they could potentially hurt you. It is no great deal for him though; he doesn’t think less of you for having scars!

･ﾟ✧ Arwen.

Arwen would have a silent fascination for your scars, as Elvish healing powers make it impossible for Elves to develop scars. She’d let her fingers ghost over them if you let her but never speak of them, unless you want to.

･ﾟ✧ Boromir.

Boromir bonds over your shared scars. He’d tell you battle stories for every one of his. In turn, you could tell him yours. He’d find it charming to hear you’d been a wild child like he!

･ﾟ✧ Elrond.

Elrond does not talk about your scars or even look at them, until you would initiate a conversation about them. He just accepts you have them, possibly thinking of the wounds they once were and how he would’ve treated them.

･ﾟ✧ Éomer.

Éomer would worship your scars, no matter how you got them – through work, fun, or battle. I like to imagine scars carry a deep meaning in Rohirrim culture. Éomer would go on and on about how Human they make you, as opposed to an Elf with healing powers. He would be sensitive if someone had hurt you, causing the scar.

･ﾟ✧ Éowyn.

Just like her brother, Éowyn would show great respect and admiration for your scars. But unlike him, she wouldn’t push the topic, knowing that you could have potentially emotional memories to them. If someone had caused you a scar by hurting you, she’d curse that person.

･ﾟ✧ Faramir.

Faramir is the kind of person to place deliberate kisses on your scars. He knows how insecure they can make one feel about their body, and he will have none of it with you – you’re gorgeous just the way you are ♡

･ﾟ✧ Frodo.

Frodo has a very casual attitude toward scars. He accepts that you have them and doesn’t pull the attention onto them. He would probably ask you about them, after a long night you’ve had at the Green Dragon, but he’d always stay respectful and considerate – he’s a gentleman after all!

･ﾟ✧ Galadriel.

I imagine Galadriel having an almost morbid curiosity about scars and their place in the Human system of healing and mortality. She’d ask if she can take a closer look at them, talking about them, and even has clothing or headwear made for you that shows them off.

･ﾟ✧ Gandalf.

Gandalf would casually ask you where you got your scars from, as an attempt to normalise conversation about them. If you signal him that you would rather not talk about it, he’d let it be, but otherwise, you could have a deep conversation about them with him. Should you wish to have it removed, he would cook up a spell that could do that.

･ﾟ✧ Gimli.

Dwarves think highly of scars, as they symbolise both brashness and hard work. Gimli is no different. Should you ever feel insecure about your scars, he’d happily show you his and assure you that there is nothing shameful about them, with a big grin!

･ﾟ✧ Haldir.

Haldir avoids even glancing at your scars. He is both polite enough to not stare and troubled about the implications – Humans cannot heal the way Elves do. He could lose you to a wound that wouldn’t even be an issue to an Elf, and he cannot stand that thought. He also wracks his brains about someone having hurt you, as opposed to simply asking about it.

･ﾟ✧ Legolas.

Legolas would take the issue of your scars very lightly. That also means he could potentially bring up hurtful memories, since the concept is so new to him. However, if you told him that, he’d immediately apologise and distance himself from the subject.

･ﾟ✧ Merry.

Merry thinks your scars are super cool! He’d be the first in line to say things like, “They make you look adventurous!” Depending on how sensitive you are about them, he’d tone it down, of course. Still, he’d rather have you with them than without.

･ﾟ✧ Pippin.

Pippin probably has a bunch of scars himself, being both clumsy and a troublemaker. He’d ask you about your scars in a way that turns into a ‘ping pong’ game, with you taking turns with the stories you want to share with the other.

･ﾟ✧ Sam.

Sam has a big scar himself that he is rather insecure about. Bonding with you helps him accept that part of his body – though he would still blush how he got it, having defended Rosie Cotton from some ruffian at the Green Dragon.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

I just loove your mamma Donna!

Can you write about about dark Donna and reader having a 8 year old daughter. When reader told her about pregnancy Donna wasn't thrilled, she thought the baby would only be a nuisance, but she still cared about reader. However, when the baby was born, Donna's attitude changed, she became extremely possessive and loved her more than anything.Donna is also very overprotective of her child,for example, when she visits the village and someone is bothering her daughter, she acts like a she-bear defending her cubs. one day the girl goes outside to play, an hour passes and the child does not come back, Donna and reader start to worry, Donna decides to look for her daughter. When she goes towards the forest, she hears a scream and it turns out that several men are trying to kidnap the girl. Donna gives them terrifying hallucinations and kills them in a very brutal way.

Yesss!!!! Thank you!!! I'm glad to see you like them!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))))

No one touches our family

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, slightly dark Donna, jealousy...

Word count: 6,173

Summary: She'll always protect you, both of you...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

“Are you feeling better?” Donna asked, timidly peeking out of the bathroom door where you were refreshing yourself in the sink.

“I think so, I don't know,” you answered, letting the cold water run over your face, hoping that horrible dizziness would disappear.

The woman in black approached slowly, rubbing your back lovingly, but with something dark in her gaze.

“I told you to go out to dinner with your friends wasn't a good idea,” she whispered in a cold, dark tone, like every time she thought she was right.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, drying yourself with a towel.

“Here we go again…” you murmured, putting your hands on your hips, ready for another serving of jealous Donna, a very frequent one. “Ivana isn't the best cook in the world, but I doubt that was the reason.”

“Who?” she asked abruptly blinking in confusion, the shadow of jealousy darkening her face.

“Ivana, the daughter of… Oh, you know what? It doesn't matter,” you said amused.

You had already grown accustomed to that attitude, you knew that Lady Beneviento had serious problems facing a relationship like yours, that fear and doubts were still very present in everything you did.

After all, your relationship had started out of the blue.

As the daughter of bakers, your work in the village had led you to meet everyone who lived there, including the fearsome Lords.

You were never a particularly brave girl or with innate talents for commerce and dealing with people, but having no other choice, you had to develop those kinds of talents on your own.

Talents that, in a totally fortuitous way, led you to rub shoulders with the most important people in that sinister village. They may have been fearsome, dangerous, but you soon discovered that was just a facade. Each of them had dreams, ambitions, they seemed much more human than what you heard in the stories parents told their children, especially when one of them, Donna Beneviento, started to generate a different interest in you.

Calling it love was a bit hasty at first. The obsessive, fearful and possessive nature of the lady in black was something that was difficult to deal with, but little by little the love you began to feel for her made things easier.

Dark, sick, disturbed and strange, those were words that could define the lady in black, but you preferred to do it with the ones you discovered as you got to know her: sweet, kind, loving, attentive… Yes, you preferred those adjectives, although the first ones couldn't help but be present in your life.

You loved her, and so did she. That was the only thing to think about, that was the only thing that mattered to you.

Everything was going well, your relationship had gone through many phases, but they were all good. She had nothing to worry about and neither did you. You knew about her complexes about the changes that the parasite caused in her face and body, but none of that was enough to make you not want to know if it would work. And it did, it worked almost perfectly.

But for a while now, your body seemed weak, your stomach went crazy in the mornings and you were tired all the time. Something strange that you didn't give importance to until those symptoms worsened over time. You had a bad feeling...

“It does matter, I'm sure she poisoned you,” Donna said, crossing her arms.

If you didn't know her, you would probably think she was joking, but no, not at all, she was that paranoid, that jealous...

“What? Oh, please, Donna,” you said, unable to help but laugh. The dark glint in her eye told you that she wasn't exactly amused.

“I'm serious. There are a lot of people in this village who want to hurt you,” the lady said, looking down, with a broken tone.

“Me? Why?” you asked with raised eyebrows and a mocking smile. “Don't they like my bread?”

“They don't like me,” Donna answered. “And they know that if they want to hurt me, hurting you is enough to do so.”

“Okay, okay, what you mean is that I can't eat something that you haven't prepared, huh?” you joked, thus diverting the darkness from her thoughts.

“Yes, it can be a good strategy,” she said with a more relaxed look, with a beautiful smile beginning to light up her face.

You shook your head, biting your lip, and approached to give her a soft kiss on the cheek, one that had an immediate effect, relaxing the tension in her body.

The sad and sinister doorbell interrupted that moment, alerting the lady again, who ran downstairs, grabbing her damned black veil.

“The door, the door!” the doll Angie shrieked, jumping around in the hall.

Normally the puppet's attitude was annoying, but lately her shrieks were like torture for your sensitive ears.

“Angie, please don't yell,” you said, going down the stairs too, fanning yourself with your hand due to the heat that emanated from your body when you made a minimum of effort.

“Don't yell, don't yell!” she repeated mockingly, while you, unsuccessfully, tried to reach the door before Donna.

“Hello, Lady Beneviento,” a familiar and timid voice sounded from behind the threshold and you, seeing that you had arrived late, rubbed your eyes with your hands.

“What do you want, silly?” Angie asked, climbing into her owner’s arms, speaking for her, as usual.

“Is (Y/N) at home?” your friend Elena asked.

You looked up, sighing, waiting to see what the brunette’s reaction would be this time. She could scare the girl, she could make her demons chase her, she could be nice (unlikely) or she could close the door in her face. It was like a roulette wheel of misfortune, but one that you started to find funny.

“No,” the lady whispered, in her own voice, trying to close the door, something that you prevented with a quick movement, making Donna’s head turn towards you, annoyed.

“Yes, she’s at home,” you said, in a mocking tone, causing the lady to growl. Donna definitely didn’t like visitors. “How are you, Elena?”

“Oh, fine, I’m fine,” your friend said, smiling in relief at your presence.

“I'm glad to hear it, do you want to come in?” you asked pleasantly, opening the door wider.

“Can I come in?” the young woman asked, now looking at the Lord, who was breathing heavily.

“Can Elena come in, Donna?” you asked through clenched teeth, with a slightly threatening tone.

Another growl came out of her lips as she moved out of the way of the young woman, who timidly entered the mansion. At least the young Lupu didn’t displease Donna.

“Come, let's sit down,” you said, leading your friend into the living room, closely followed by Donna and the doll, who looked at the intruder in a sinister way. “You can sit with us if you want,” you whispered to the lady in black, who immediately shook her head, pulling Angie, who had pounced on the young woman, surely trying to scare her.

“Dai, Angie,” Donna murmured, dragging the puppet next to her, who would surely hide in the workshop until the girl left, as always.

“I want to stay with the fools!” the doll protested.

“Let her stay, Donna, she doesn't bother us,” you joked, causing her fists to clench even more.

The lady ignored your words and disappeared into the darkness murmuring words that surely weren't flattery.

“I see everything is going well,” your friend commented, calmer when Donna's intimidating presence disappeared. You raised your eyebrows and nodded amused.

“Yes, as always,” you said, relaxing on the couch, waiting to hear that the elevator had arrived at the basement and you could speak freely. “Did you bring it?” you asked in a low, almost imperceptible voice.

“Yes,” your friend answered, searching for something in her bag, a wrapped package that she handed you discreetly and you unwrapped, sighing, nerves starting to run through your body.

“Oh, thanks,” you said kindly, putting a hand on her arm. She shrugged, downplaying it. “Surely if I had bought it from the Duke, Donna would have already gone crazy. Damn fat guy with a big mouth…”

“It's nothing, (Y/N), anything for a friend,” the girl said, kind, as always.

You nodded, reading the instructions on that object. The letters trembled at the same time as your hands.

“Okay,” you said to yourself, looking for spying eyes around you.

“Are you sure that…?” your friend asked, making the same gesture.

“No, I'm not sure, that's why I asked you for this,” you said amused, silencing your fears with jokes, as you always did.

“What are you going to tell her?” she asked curiously.

You shook your head, letting out another nervous sigh, moving that strange stick between your hands.

“If it's negative, I guess, nothing,” you murmured, reading the instructions again. “I don't want to worry her in vain.”

“What if it's positive?” Elena asked, looking around, shaking with fear. Yes, well, that sinister house could scare anyone. You were already used to it.

“Well, I guess… I don't know, she has to know, I think,” you whispered. “I don't know, Elena, I'm a bit scared.”

“Well, it's, it's fine,” she said, gently rubbing your back. “You should get over your doubts.”

“Now?” you asked doubtfully, with your heart that seemed to want to jump out of your chest.

She nodded with an understanding smile.

“Yes, that way I'll be the first to find out,” she joked playfully, pushing you off the couch.

You nodded confusedly and decided to do as she said, slowly climbing the stairs to the bathroom.

You didn't have to wait too long. A positive symbol appeared on that test within a few seconds, confirming your suspicions. You checked it several times, there was no doubt.

“Well?” she asked when you came back down. Surely your face was a poem. You could feel the color slowly disappear from your cheeks.

“I'm pregnant,” you said, letting yourself fall on the couch and handing the test to your friend, who put on a surprised expression, without losing her smile.

“Oh, congratulations, (Y/N),” she said excitedly, giving you a quick hug. You remained motionless, something she noticed right away, moving and relaxing her face. “Isn’t... Isn't that good news?”

“I don't know,” you said, running a hand over your forehead. “Is it?”

“Of course, (Y/N), a baby is a gift from the Gods,” Elena said, getting a little closer to encourage you.

“Is it? Tell that to Donna, she gets jealous even of my shadow,” you murmured with a frown.

“Well, but... It's, it's hers, isn't it?” she asked in a worried tone. You shifted, annoyed by that question.

“Of course it's hers,” you said abruptly, shaking your head. “Yes, yes, it's I-don't-put-on -that-rubber-thing Donna’s…” you sighed, with your legs shaking.

“Well…” she sighed, without leaving your side. “I'm sure the news makes her very happy.”

You laughed nervously, not believing your friend for a second.

“Yes, I guess…”

When the girl left, you were left alone again, with that test in your hands and a lot of fears and questions.

Well, a baby wasn't something you expected that soon, at that moment, but deep down, starting a family was always in your plans. At that moment you would only have to do something complicated, tell Donna.

“Donna?” you asked, peeking through the doors of the workshop, where the lady was calmly working on her dolls.

“Has she left?” she asked in a low, hoarse voice, concentrating on painting a sinister porcelain head.

“Yes,” you answered, approaching slowly and kissing her cheek from behind, putting pressure on her shoulders to relax yourself.

“I'm going to see if I can catch her, I feel like scaring her,” Angie said amused, jumping off the table and leaving the workshop. Normally you would try to stop her, but on that occasion, you let her go.

“She's going to scare your friend,” Donna murmured, without looking up. “I'm not going to stop her.”

“Yeah, well,” you said amused, with a passive gesture of your hands, sitting down on a nearby chair. “It’s better this way, so I can talk to you alone.”

“Mm…” she murmured, with disinterest, something that made your blood boil.

“Donna,” you said, putting a hand on her wrist. She looked at you curiously, but again, she went back to her dolls. “Hey, I said: I need to talk to you.”

“Yes, I’ve heard you. Talk, I'm listening,” she said in a low voice, dipping the brush in black paint. You rolled your eyes and groaned, snatching it from her hand and leaving it on the table.

“No, um... Listen, listen to me carefully,” you said nervously, avoiding the darkness with which she looked at you. She hated when you interrupted her work. “It's important.”

“What's wrong?” she asked, with all the attention you wanted, crossing her arms. There was no other option, you had to tell her.

You took a breath and closed your eyes, extending the test to the brunette, who took it confused.

“I'm pregnant,” you said in a small voice, your whole body shaking. You opened your eyes slowly, looking for a reaction from the brunette, who simply shook her head, blinking erratically.

“What?” she asked after a few seconds of tension. “If it's a joke...”

“It's not a joke, I took the test and it's positive. I'm pregnant,” you said in a more serious tone, crossing your arms.

Donna paled, closing her eye and sighing in a way that made your stomach turn.

“Oh, Gods...” she murmured, giving you back the test.

You, surprised by her reaction, decided to use another strategy, smiling tenderly.

“Aren’t... Aren't you happy? We're going to have a baby,” you whispered in her ear, with a scared voice, with tears in your eyes. She shook her head, not really knowing what to say.

“(Y/N) this… This is a problem,” she said in a low voice, looking away from you. “Why are you pregnant?”

“You're not asking me that,” you said with your eyebrows raised, nervous, just like her. “Wait… A problem?”

“A baby is… It's not…” she stammered, shaking her head, with that dark look again.

“It's not what?” you asked abruptly. “I think it's good news, don't you think?”

“No, of course I don’t,” she said with a nervous laugh, with her hands shaking, being grabbed by yours. “A baby is… It's not… Cazzo, (Y/N), why?”

“Why?” you repeated incredulously. “If you were so worried, you should have done something to stop it, right? How many times have I told you to put on a con…?”

“I'm not going to do that,” the lady interrupted, hitting the table with a closed fist, scaring you. “È umiliante.”

“Well, then you should assume the consequences, or are you going to kick me out of the house?” you asked, having a strange feeling, as if you had already experienced that before, twice, more or less.

“What? Of course I’m not, who do you think I am?” she said furiously, with a serious and annoyed look.

“I don't know, I…” you sighed, passing a hand over your forehead again. “Hey, I didn't expect it either but… I don't know, maybe it's nice to have a child, right? It's the ultimate expression of love.”

“Yes, but… Um, a baby is, it's just a nuisance, (Y/N), you know, they cry and stuff,” she said nodding, as if reaffirming to herself she was right.

“I know, but… Well, I'm excited about it,” you murmured in a sad voice, disappointed by her attitude.

Donna sighed, looking around for something to say, something to help you.

“I guess we have no choice but to accept it,” she said softly, taking your hand, regretful of her reaction. “Hey, maybe, maybe it's good.”

“That's what I think,” you said, letting yourself be caressed by the delicacy of her hands. “I'm sure it's good…”

Despite that almost childish reaction, the months passed peacefully. The idea of ​​having a child didn't excite Donna and you knew it, but even so, she took care of you, she took care of your baby even if it wasn't to her liking. She loved you, you knew it, for her you were always the priority, and you still were.

Care, caresses on your belly… The 9 months passed like a dream, one in which you were lightly, gently cared for in the best way possible. Donna may not have been excited about being a mother, but at least she bothered to pretend that those kicks in your belly moved her. You didn't really know if she was pretending, you never asked.

“Baby, baby, baby, baby,” Angie hummed, making your headache worse. At least the doll seemed happy, maybe too much.

“Angie, please… Shut up,” you said, putting a wet cloth on your forehead, with your hands caressing your already very swollen belly.

“What? I'm keeping you company,” the doll defended herself, climbing onto the couch and hugging your belly as well, something you didn't stop. Deep down, you thought it was adorable. “Hi baby…”

“You're going to drive it crazy,” you said amused, smiling at that interaction. “And me too.”

“It has to be called Angie,” the doll said, letting you breathe.

“We don't know if it's a boy or a girl,” you said, caressing your belly gently. That day your child was especially restless.

“Hey, baby, are you a boy or a girl?” the doll asked. “If you're a boy you could be called Angelo.”

You laughed, shaking your head, keeping that wet rag on your head.

“Anyway, I'm going to eat something…” you sighed, trying with great effort to get up from the couch. The doll squealed unpleasantly, pushing you to sit down again.

“Hey, hey, stop there, silly!” she shouted.

“Don't yell,” you said pretending to sob.

“Donna says you shouldn't move,” the doll said, with a cocky pose. “What do you want? I'll get it for you.”

“How kind of you,” you sighed, surprised by such kindness so uncommon in the puppet. “But still, I want to stretch my legs, otherwise I'll be stuck to the… Oh, shit…”

Frightened, you looked down. Well, at least you were at home.

“You fool, you peed yourself!” Angie shrieked. You didn't even make an effort to get angry, you were about to panic.

“Ugh, it's not… Shit, shit…” you muttered, breathing with difficulty. “Donna!”

The birth was complicated, but finally, after a few hours of torture, little Beneviento came into the world among inconsolable cries.

“Oh, Donna, it's a girl…” you said excitedly, holding the little baby on your chest, crying from joy and effort. “Hello, hello my love…”

The lady in black nodded reluctantly, but with a sincere smile on her face.

“Look at that black hair you have…” you commented, feeding your daughter for the first time. “Have you seen, Donna? You can't deny she's your daughter.”

She nodded again, without taking her eyes off her daughter, as if she was thinking about something. She seemed sorry, probably for her attitude. You didn't want to ask, you had the most beautiful thing in the world in your arms.

“It's incredible,” you murmured, cradling the baby in your arms, who was squirming in confusion for having been taken away from the warmth of your belly. “Don't you want to hold her?”

Donna sighed, looking away for a moment, biting her lip.

“I… Fine…” she finally said, extending her arms for you to hand her the girl, who seemed calm.

“That's it… Say hello to mom…” you whispered, handing the baby to Donna, who took her carefully. “Say hello, honey, ciao, mamma…”

Donna smiled tenderly, cradling the baby in her arms. The little girl kept moving, stretching, and by chance, one of her hands landed on the brunette's face, making her freeze with a serious expression.

“Look, she loves you,” you said amused, breathing deeply, relaxing after so much effort.

“She's, she's beautiful,” Donna commented, with the same surprised expression, playing with her fingers, letting the baby squeeze them tenderly. “It's… It's… Wonderful.”

You closed your eyes, relieved by your lover's emotional reaction, by the tears that were beginning to form in her eye.

“I promise I will always take care of you, my precious girl…” she whispered, gently kissing her daughter's forehead, thus beginning a new, unexpected stage, a change in the woman in black that you had not believed possible.

Time passed, and with it all of Donna's fears vanished, all of her worries. Nothing could stop her from taking care of her baby, from singing lullabies to her to help her fall asleep. Against all odds, the lady in black became the best mother in the world.

But not everything was good.

The jealousy, that overprotection of the brunette not only hardened with you, but also with the girl. Donna seemed almost obsessed with keeping little Fiorella Beneviento safe from any danger, with having everything she wanted.

It was not the best way to take care of a child, but you had to admit that tenderness, that eagerness to protect what was hers had an adorable side.

Eight years later, Donna continued in the same way, protecting you, protecting her daughter, her most precious treasures fiercely.

“Fio, hurry up and come here!” you shouted, leaning over the stairs, calling your daughter for a quiet walk through the village. “Oh, Donna…”

You sighed when the lady in black approached you, her black veil hiding her beauty. You hated it, you even thought of burning it.

“What's wrong?” she asked, shrugging, ignoring your protests.

“To see you with that on makes me nervous,” you said, stamping the ground impatiently. “Fiorella Beneviento! This is the last time I ask you!”

“Don't yell at the girl,” Donna scolded you, with a hand on your shoulder. You rolled your eyes and stole a small kiss on her lips, lifting the black fabric in a playful way.

“Fiorella!” you shouted again, at the girl's lack of obedience, which was not common, nor usual. You suspected that Angie had something to do with it.

“I'm coming, mom!” the girl said l, leaning over the railing.  “How annoying…” she protested childishly, slowly going down the stairs.

“Annoying!” Angie shrieked, going down hand in hand with the girl.

“If I remember correctly, it was you who wanted to take a walk through the village,” you said in a sufficient tone, dressing up your daughter while Donna gently caressed her black hair. She always had those gestures, she was always proud of her daughter.

“Yes, but I was reading,” Fio said, giving the brunette a quick hug. “Mamma, vieni?”

“Sì, tesoro,” she replied with a loving laugh. The little girl smiled wider and jumped for joy.

“Great!” she squealed excitedly. “Let’s go, mom, come on.”

“Yes, yes…” you sighed, winking at Donna, who followed you slowly.

The walk was quiet, more than usual. Well, if you ignore a snowball fight between Fio and the doll, of course.

“Hey, I'm glad you came,” you whispered, walking hand in hand with Donna, surrounded by a shower of snowballs. “Thanks,” you whispered in her ear, kissing the visible part of her face, earning a shy giggle.

“I don't like you going to the village alone,” she said with a cold voice, but squeezing your hand affectionately. “It's dangerous.”

“You know what? I'd rather you told me you felt like taking a walk with me and your daughter,” you joked, frowning playfully.

“That too,” she said in a whisper. You nudged her slightly and hung on to her arm, letting her slide a hand around your waist, making the walk much more romantic.

“I love you, Donna, you know that, right?” you whispered, sighing, enjoying your new life.

“Me t...” the lady replied, abruptly interrupted by a snowball that hit her face. “Me too.”

“100 points, Fio!” Angie shrieked, bursting into deafening laughter. The girl approached slowly, rubbing her hands in apology.

“Scusami, mamma,” she said in a fearful voice, as Donna took off her veil and brushed the snow off of it.

“Don't worry, tesoro,” Donna whispered, brushing the snow off as you struggled not to laugh. You failed, causing the brunette to look at you with a fiery eye. “Do you find it funny, (Y/N)?”

“No, no…” you lied amused, making your daughter laugh as well, who put her hands covering her mouth. “Well, maybe…”

“Maybe? Fine, fine,” Donna said, nodding seemingly disinterested, winking at Fio and moving away. “Come on, laugh now!” she shouted as, after bending down, she threw a snowball directly at you, leaving you speechless.

“Right in your face, silly!” Angie mocked, as you brushed the snow off your face, crouching down furiously to counterattack.

“Mamma!” your daughter said, pulling the brunette's dress to move her out of the path of your throw.

The laughter, that improvised battle was all you needed to get through the day.

“Can I go play with Rox?” Fio asked, when you arrived at the village, where a group of children her age called her, her friends.

“Ask Donna for permission,” you said, pointing at the brunette, who was looking at fabrics with Angie.

The girl nodded and ran with her mother. Surprisingly, she nodded, placing a hand on her daughter’s shoulder, pushing her towards the children.

“Wow…” you said, approaching her seductively. “Mamma is in a good mood today, mm?” you teased, grabbing her waist and kissing her from behind.

Donna laughed, running a hand through yours and moving to get you to move away.

“It’s okay if she plays with her friends,” she whispered, studying one of those fabrics with her touch.

“Oh, wow, it’s okay now, is it? I thought you said they were little demons who shouldn't get close to Fiorella,” you murmured, touching the fabrics passively.

“Yes, but... I, I can't help but remember my childhood,” she explained, paying the weaver for the chosen fabrics. “I was very lonely, (Y/N). I don't want that for our daughter.”

“Well, I like that. I like you think that way, Donna,” you said affectionately, walking beside her, enjoying some time alone.

Relaxed, the two of you leaned against a fence, with all the shopping done, waiting for the girl to stop playing. Donna caressed you affectionately while you leaned your back against her body, letting yourself be intoxicated by her affection.

“Loser, loser!” the children shouted, getting your attention.

“I didn't lose, you cheated!” Fiorella protested, kicking the snow furiously. Small steps were approaching

“Donna, silly, they're messing with Fio,” Angie said, tugging at your dress and comically pointing at the kids.

“What?” Donna asked, turning away angrily and looking at those kids, who, indeed, seemed to be laughing at your daughter. All your alarms went off at that moment.

“Hey, hey, Donna…” you said, grabbing the brunette's wrist. “Stop right there. Leave it be. It's kids' stuff.”

“No, I'm not going to let them laugh at Fio,” the brunette protested, breaking free from your grip.

Angie and you looked at each other and you rubbed your eyes, sighing helplessly.

“Donna…”

“Mamma!” the little girl shrieked, running to hug her mother, who appeared like a shadow, making the children immediately fall silent. “They're making fun of me…”

“Who, tesoro? Them?” Donna asked, as you approached slowly, shaking your head.

“Lady Beneviento,” some of those children muttered, petrified, scared.

Donna crouched down, with her daughter hugging her tightly, looking hatefully at her friends.

“It's very rude to laugh at others, did you know that?” she whispered in a dark voice.

The children nodded. It could almost be a comical image.

“Do you know what I do with children who laugh at others?” she asked again, threateningly. The little girl smiled pleased, looking at her mother with admiration. Donna always defended her, always.

“No, ma'am,” they answered at the same time.

“I lock them in my dark basement with my dolls…” she whispered in a hoarse, terrifying voice. “And when they get tired of crying, they realize that they will never be human again, their limbs are made of wood…”

“Hey, Donna…” you said unable to help but laugh. She looked at you briefly, but then at the doll, which lunged at them. “Aren't you going too far?”

“Come with me, kids, I want you to be my friends!” Angie shouted, scaring those poor children, making them run away.

Donna laughed with satisfaction, high-fiving Fio, who stuck her tongue out at them mockingly.

“I'm sure you won't laugh at me again!” the girl shouted, with a proud smile, which dangerously reminded you of Donna's.

“Great, you can be proud,” you said, holding back your laughter as you saw those children flee in terror. “You've created a trauma for an entire generation.”

“They were messing with me, mom,” Fiorella protested, pouting.

“They were messing with her, (Y/N). They deserve it,” Donna said, proud and satisfied.

“You know you're not going to be able to protect her forever, right?” you asked in a melancholic whisper, hanging on her neck while your daughter talked about how fun it had been to scare her friends with Angie.

“I know but, but as long as I can…” she said stammering nervously, always looking at the girl until your hand stopped her, lifting her chin under the veil.

“You're an angel,” you said, lifting the fabric and stealing a kiss from her. “Come on, let's go home, it's almost time to lunch.”

The afternoon came after a quiet meal, full of laughter and Fio imitating her mother's exploits. You couldn't deny that she was quite the artist, she imitated Donna perfectly, especially her dark side. You didn't know if that was good, but at least it was funny.

“Can I play outside, mamma?” the little girl asked, interrupting your romantic reading on the sofa.

“Yes, tesoro, but wrap up warm,” Donna said, pulling your body closer to hers.

“Grazie!” she squealed happily, leaning in to kiss her mother's cheek.

“Hey, hey, hey, what about me?” you protested, pointing to your cheek, which she also kissed before going out into the garden.

“And me?” Donna asked amused, pretending to pout. You laughed, biting your lip, and leaned in to kiss her slowly, a kiss that was perhaps too hot for that moment.

That kiss led to more, hungry caresses and your body resting on hers, legs on either side of her hips, moving slowly.

“Gross!” Angie complained, moving past you, just to annoy you.

“Angie…” you groaned, blinking in an annoyed manner. “Why don’t you go play with Fiorella?” you asked, ignoring the doll, continuing your kisses to the brunette, who was already breathing heavily.

“You want to be alone, huh? Good luck with that,” the puppet mocked, pulling you away from that improvised passion.

With a grunt and a movement of her hands, the doll fell limp on the couch. Donna’s thing, of course.

Time passed quickly, that little moment of madness was quick, but intense. The book you had abandoned returned to Donna’s hands after catching your breath and taking a shower. Maybe too much time had passed.

“Mm,” the brunette murmured, when the clock in the hall announced the time.

“What's wrong, honey?” you asked, sighing, leaning on her shoulder.

“I'm worried, (Y/N), Fio's not back yet,” Donna whispered, looking at the clock again, closing the book.

“Oh, you know how she is…” you said, enduring Angie's blows, protesting for having been deactivated. “If it were up to her, she would spend the whole day in the forest.”

“The forest?” the lady asked, looking at you in surprise. “What do you mean by the forest?”

“Well... It's where she plays, didn't you know?” you said, knowing that you had said something you shouldn't have.

“Of course I didn’t, I would never let her go near the forest by herself, what were you thinking?” she said, nervously, getting up from the sofa and walking towards the entrance, grabbing her inseparable black veil.

“Hey, hey, come on, Fio isn't a baby and she's on the grounds, nothing will happen to her,” you said, stopping the brunette, who had already covered her face.

“No? Look at the time,” she said furiously, pointing at the clock. “She's been gone for two hours, (Y/N).”

“Okay, hey, calm down,” you said, putting your hands on her shoulders.

“Don't ask me to calm down,” she hissed, pushing you away and walking back to the door.

“Where are you going?” you asked, grabbing your coat and following her closely along with the puppet.

“To find my daughter, of course,” Donna said, letting you go first and looking at the garden. “Fio! Sei qui?”

“I told you she's in the woods…” you said impatiently, crossing your arms.

“Then let's go to the woods,” Donna said, with a sigh, pulling your hand, almost dragging you along the path.

“Fio?!” you both called.

When you saw that the girl wasn't playing in the usual place, in the old gardener's house, you started to worry too.

You let her play there because you knew it was safe, Fio was 8 years old and as smart as her mother, and there weren't any monsters around there that could stalk her, or so you thought.

“Lasciami andare!”

The unmistakable scream of the little girl reached your ears, and Donna didn't waste a second to approach the source, running desperately through the forest.

“Don't bite me, damn it!” an unknown man screamed.

When you arrived at the place you had to take a deep breath to keep from panicking.

Two villagers you didn't remember seeing were holding Fiorella, trying to tie her up with a rope. You couldn't react.

“Be careful, be careful, if we hurt her she won't be worth anything,” the other man said, managing to tie the little girl's hands.

“This girl is a demon, no wonder she's the daughter of...” the stronger man said, grabbing the girl, who was kicking on his shoulders. “Lady Beneviento.”

“Oh, shit, I told you!” the shorter one shouted when Donna appeared from the shadows, calm, with a firm, slow, stalking step.

“Mom! Mamma!” the girl shouted, turning her head and kicking harder.

“Let my daughter go,” you hissed, threatening, at Donna's apparent inaction. “Calm down, honey, we're here.”

“These bad men want to take me with them!” the little girl explained, falling to the ground with a dull thud.

“One more step and I'll kill the girl,” one of them said, grabbing the girl by her black hair. Donna trembled with rage, but she didn't lose her nerve.

“How brave of you, kidnapping a little girl,” you said, furious, without losing sight of the girl, who was complaining about the tugging.

“Shut your mouth, you stupid sick girl… If you want this girl, you'll have to pay for it,” dumbest of the two, the most stupidly shameless said.

“Sick? You mor…” you growled angrily, walking towards him, being stopped by Donna, who put a hand on your shoulder and pulled you until you were behind her.

“Pay? No, we're not going to pay,” Angie said in a dark, serious tone, with Donna's voice.

“No? Well, well, then we, we…” the other man muttered, fighting the girl's protests.

“Dare to touch her, you miserable bastardo,” Donna said, in her own voice, walking towards them. “Dare, come on.”

“I, I'm leaving,” the short man said, trying to escape. It was impossible.

Fio broke free from her grip and ran into your arms. You picked her up in relief, untying her ties and calming her tears.

“Shh, that’s it, mom’s here,” you said, lifting her into your arms. “Donna, let’s go home.”

“No,” she said, extending her hand to the two men, who fell to the ground in horror. “Take Fiorella away from here. Now!”

You nodded and obeyed, carrying your daughter away from that scene.

Horrible screams filled the quiet forest. You crouched down, covering the ears of the girl, who was still scared.

“Hey, no, look at me, look at me,” you said, when the girl tried to look over your shoulder.

“Is mamma okay?” the little girl asked, pretending to be braver than she was.

You nodded with a fake smile, putting her coat back on.

“Of course she is,” you said, wishing for those horrible screams to stop.

A short time later, the lady in black and the puppet appeared from the shadows.

“Mamma!”  the girl screamed, running into her arms.

“Are you okay, tesoro?” she asked, as if she hadn't just brutally killed those bandits. That coldness gave you chills.

“Yes, mamma, thanks for saving me,” the girl said politely, hugging the brunette, letting Angie hug her too.

“Hey, Donna,” you said, approaching cautiously. “I didn't think that, that she could be in danger.”

“I know,” she said, forgiving your carelessness. “Relax, (Y/N), I told you I would always protect you.”

[nex-is-sleeping]

Happy Valentines Day !

This post will be my Valentine's special, a huge load of headcanons for a lot of Sonic characters and maybe a little fic, idk- But without further ado, Lets go !!!

Sonic

•He would be really excited for Valentine's !!!

•The pet names he'd use are love/babe/baby

•Sonic is the type to take you out, like on a little romantic picnic.

•He'll make sure to bring your favorite food and drink ! And for himself obviously some Chili Dogs and Pepsi (His favorite drink is Pepsi bc I said so)

•After, You two will lay down and look at the clouds ! Or, if it's night, stargaze !!

•Today he will be spoiling you and you have no way of stopping him.

•He'd lavish you with compliments and affection

•"God, how did I end up with such a beautiful, handsome, pretty, amazing, and overall perfect partner ?"

•"I love you so much, babe !!!!"

•As I said before, it's puppy love 24/7 with Sonic

•He just loves you so so much- like he would do nearly anything for you.

Tails

•He'd be so stressed out to be honest 😭

•The petnames he'd use are darling/hun/honey

•Tails just wouldn't know what to do for you.

•So, he went to his best friend, Sonic, for help !

•Sonic wasn't much help either.

•In the end, he would make this mechanical heart that would open up, and inside the words are "I love you, Y/n !"

•Please compliment him on it !! He worked really hard on it and tried to make it perfect. Perfect is the only thing you deserve, nothing less !

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Knuckles

•Knuckles would have so many ideas !

•The petnames he'd use for you are babe/hun/sweetie/love

•You two could perhaps go to the theater ?

•Or or, a movie night at home !

•You two ended up at home, watching your favorite movie with your favorite snacks and drinks.

•Knuckles argued with the characters in the T.V. can you blame him ? They where going the wrong way !

•After the movie was over, you two built a pillow fort, and ended up sleeping together in it- JSKDKFKG

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Amy

•SHES BEEN PLANNING FOR WEEKS OMFG

•The petnames she'd use are love/darling

•Amy loves Valentine's day and it's also her favorite holiday !!

•She'd bake you your favorite pastry

•She had to make sure it was perfect ! Every little detail mattered if it was going to be given to you !

•She'd also spoil you- She would give you tons of presents !

•Not only with gifts though, with compliments too !

•"I love you so so so soooo much, darling !!"

•"I wouldn't trade you for the world !"

•She truly means everything she says and loves you with all of her heart <3

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Silver

•He'd take you out to a nice restaurant for sure !!

•The petnames Silver would call you are darling/my love/baby/sweets

•He'd take you to his favorite, Olive Garden he lives off of those breadsticks

•Order whatever you want ! It's his treat !!

•Silver will pay. No matter how much you insist, even if it's just a penny.

•You make him so nervous, but it's the best kind !

•He'd definitely sneak a bite off of your plate

•If you got spaghetti, he'd try to do the lady and the tramp thing, yk when they both eat one pasta noodle and end up kissing ? (He'd miserably fail)

•He'd give you so many kisses anyways ! Why ? Because you deserve it, dummy !!

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Blaze

•I headcanon her as aro, so I don't have much for her, sorry 😭

•Her petnames for you would be love/darling/treasure

•You guys always spend the day together on Valentine's because that's actually the day she asked you out !

•Her love language is gift giving, so be prepared to be overloaded with gifts-

•But her top thing is flowers ! All in purple, white, and in your favorite color !

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Shadow

•He'd prefer something just you and him

•His petnames for you are My Love/Babe/Starshine

•Shadow LOOVES cooking, but doesn't admit it.

•He'll surprise you with a dinner he made himself !

•Saying everything was perfect was an understatement to say the least, I mean, why wouldn't he make the best dinner for his love ?

•You will catch him several times throughout dinner staring at you

•"Why wouldn't I stare at the prettiest thing in the world ?"

(I MADE MYSELF SO FLUSTERED WRITING THAT LINE AAA)

•He literally did everything for you that day

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Rouge

•You two would have a date at home !

•Her petnames for you are sweetheart/babe/baby/jewel

•She would put on a playlist that she herself made

•And you two would slow dance together !

•She really wanted to do something that involved in you two getting close together, her love language is physical touch after all

•She did that little dip at the end of the playlist and kissed you, and WOAH

•"I had such a fun time tonight, my jewel, we should do this more often <3"

•You two ended up cuddling the rest of the night

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And that's all !! I really do hope you all enjoyed ! Have a great Valentine's day !!! And remember to request !!!