✧ ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ 📼 :⠀ SWEET, SOFT 'N' SLOW!⠀ ₊˚ ☥ ݁ ⠀ 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔱: soft mornings with him. ⠀ hcs & dialogues. ⠀cross-post from ao3!
ft. sonic, shadow, espio, jet, silver.
be cautious of the following ♱𓆪 ݁ sfw, lazy mornings, fluff and all.
A lazy morning isn't exactly a lazy morning coming to Sonic - it's stirred in his way, in a way. He stretches, grins, kisses you, then attempts to wake you up, gets (kind of) ready to start the day, attempts to wake you up again if you're not up, then tells you details about his preposterous dreams with over-dramatic hand gestures over cooking/breakfast. He genuinely doesn't want to overstimulate or pester you in the mornings, but sometimes it passes his mind... before you had to nag him away because he was being too loud or he was trying to drag you away from your tranquil sleep so soon at five or six in the morning. He'd sheepishly apologize and laugh the tension off, but it isn't exactly helpful that some things slip his mind a lot.
He says some "Good morning, sunshine," "Rise and shine," "C'mon, wakey-wakey," bullshit trying to wake you in a tone you can't take seriously. It was aimed to make you laugh, then it became a genuine habit. He’s a sucker for shared laughter first thing in the morning. Tried to lead you out of bed one time with kisses.
Also, Sonic moves a lot when he's asleep; he hogs the blanket, kicks you off the bed sometimes, and mumbles about Badniks, you, chili dogs, and all...
Not so relevant. Also has bad morning breath.
If you're not an early riser like he is, then expect some breakfast-in-bed type of treatment; can't guarantee well, good food. Also, he checks on you like you have the melancholy (consistently); "Still sleeping, sleepyhead?" every 5 minutes.
If you are an early riser, expect chatterbox behavior and calming (calamity) cooking. Sonic asks, "Pancakes or waffles" but still makes both.
You: “You know you could just use a spatula, right?”
Sonic: “Where’s the fun in that? I’m makin’ breakfast and putting on a show.”
Sonic isn't bad at cooking; he just shows off how he can flip a pancake ridiculously high with flair, does that while it was still batter-y, and some of it splats on him. He enjoys cooking, though. Or he eats a chili dog in the morning. Offers his dear S/O a bite or two, of course, if he can take a bite out of your food.
On contrary to Sonic, Shadow likes to slow-pace it down, embracing the moment type of way. He wakes up slowly with his eyes half-open. He's relaxed in an ambient calm while taking in your breathing beside him. Doesn't move for the first minutes of waking up. He'd like to match his morning with yours—coffee, or coffee beans, together, breakfast together, and all; but on some mornings, he'd rise to start making coffee for him (or just eat the coffee beans in his case), or both of you if you drink it, first. Doesn't lie down again but kind of waits beside the bed for you while overlooking a book and occasionally glancing towards you. He never really got the serene calm of this type of affection, so really, he's going off of his instincts. Likes to embrace every moment with you possible.
If it's those mornings, there's always a scent of freshly cooked food and coffee bean essences in the air, maybe a scent of your favorite coffee or tea, if you have one. He's gentle and doesn't talk much before coffee (beans).
The soft amber glow awakens you; it's warm on you over the sheets as you reach for Shadow, feeling his face before opening your eyes. “Are you awake?”
Shadow shuffles as he takes in your relaxed mien.
“I've been awake,” he states lowly. “Did you sleep well?”
He'd usually gently kiss your forehead, if not your hand, before getting up. Mumbling about getting the day started, and you should get up too. If there isn't anything urgent, he'd stay by your side before continuing his day. That's how most mornings go. The warmth of each of your mornings is the same as the comfort.
Isn't a morning person and wouldn't admit it. Cranky as hell when he wakes up. Tangled in the sheets mumbling about how “he totally meant to get up earlier” and all. “Five more minutes” becomes an hour while he clings to you under the covers before anything.
He insists he's not tired when he gets up, then yawns mid-sentence. Pretends like he woke up before you—even if you wake him first. Bad bed-hair, feathers are askew in every direction.
Has to hum a song while getting ready.
Once he wakes up properly, he’s back to being his confident self — stealing your breakfast, bragging about his dreams (“I won a race against myself.” But he'd say it's ridiculous if someone else said that bullshit.) and teasing you until you threaten to throw a pillow at him.
Lazy mornings with Espio are tranquil.
Moves through the morning like it's a sacred ritual. He doesn't have a schedule, but he prefers his mornings to be consistently alike a routine. He wakes up quietly, exactly as he fell asleep, calm and still. You'd barely notice until he moves, voice soft, “Morning(?)” to check if you're awake or not. If you were, he'd stay a little longer. He always leaves a quiet touch of a kiss to your temple or a gentle caress of his knuckles to your cheek.
Offers you tea as he goes. He gets up early to drink tea and/or meditate before starting the day. He doesn't rush you to start your day; he prefers to watch you wake up at your own pace. He's meditating or reading when your eyes are open. Caring when tidying up your space and re-brewing tea. He has a serene smile and a cup ready for you when you sit up.
Idyllic breakfast: soft-spoken conversation, subtle smiles, the sound of rain or wind outside.
Asks if you want to hear a morning poem.
Wakes up sweet and slow. Epitome of soft mornings. Kinda.
Type to think out loud, already morning? I swear I just blinked.
Half consciously uses his telekinesis on you if you get out of bed, to be cute or something, then accidentally hits you against the ceiling once or twice while stretch-yawning.
Lazy mornings with Silver are full of affection. Especially when it's slow. Unbothered if you both waste half the morning just lying there together. Pressing little kisses to your forehead or murmuring sleepy compliments. Once he’s up, he likes making breakfast together—or attempting to; he uses his telekinesis and ends up floating half the kitchen. It looked like some Disney magic shit.
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