side note; My… my hands… wont… stop typing… save me…. I’m gonna hibernate after this post
SAITAMA
Shockingly takes very good care of you
he’s a mundane guy that lives alone and needs to take care of himself, so I’d assume he’s gotten his fair share of sick days
He’ll be softer and more careful with his words
He lets you huddle up in his futon, even if he’s a little annoyed cuz now he needs to find somewhere else to sleep,
he still wants you to be close to him so he can look out for you
makes you lotssss of tea and warm meals
and bananas! (Saitama loves bananas)
he knows all the foods to avoid when you’re sick, ex: eggs
he’ll probably spend most of his day sitting next to you while he watches tv or talks to you about something
doesn’t leave the house to do any hero work so he can stay by your side
like I said before, he takes veryyy good care of you until you feel better
GENOS
oh gets really worried
a little bit frantic even, but he doesn’t let it show
does a shit ton of research about your illness/symptoms and how to take care of it
Consults dr kuseno
who of course gives him a lot of advice
he’s hella dotting
Like fr he doesn’t leave your side
despite being an S-class hero, unless its an absolute emergency, he DOES NOT LEAVE YOUR SIDE
Will make sure you take your medication exactly on time
Prepares gourmet type meals for you
Also expect a lot of broth, soup etc etc
Will offer you any form of physical affection you want. Since he’s a cyborg he doesn’t get sick, so will cuddle you all day without complaints if thats what you’d like
He’s constantly checking up on, his cool metal hand pressed gently on your forehead while his mechanic eyes inspect your frame, a small frown etched on his temple.
he’s so cute kms
SPEED OF SOUND SONIC
He knows how to take care of you
he’s gotten sick PLENTY of times, it never lasted long though because his immune system is simply goated
That being said, he’s very… awkward?
he’s concerned and worried, don’t get me wrong, but he’ll probably try to hide it
His words won’t reassure you much but his actions will!
He’ll drop off supplies like medication, food, herbs, or anything else you need, whether you mention it or he decides you need it anyway.
he’ll check up on you a lot, and he’ll try to stay nearby to make sure your safe
but honestly, you having to rely on him when you’re vulnerable makes him feel prideful
he doesn’t admit it, but he kind of likes having you sick, just a tinsy bit
FLASHY FLASH
Oh god
of course he’s terribly worried about you
very aloof about it though
I’ll start with the cons: He’s sort of emotionally distant, and offers very little emotional support, and he won’t try sticking by your side as often as the other characters
Now that that’s out of the way,
He does make sure you have everything you need, and if he’s not with you, probably because he’s doing some hero work, he’ll text you or call very occasionally to ask how you’re doing and if you need anything
If you do mention that you’re feeling worse, he’ll be right by your side in an instant
ZOMBIEMAN
He’s very down-to-earth and calm about it
He won’t fuss over it or worry too much in the slightest
He’ll take good care of you, bringing you meals in bed, drink lots of fluids and getting enough rest
he’ll focus on making you as comfortable as possible too
He’ll leave for hero work every once in awhile, thats unless you’re really sick, then he’ll stay rooted beside you without another word
He’ll spend a lot of time just sitting or laying next to you. If you’re uncomfortably hot and would probably not want him to sleep beside you, he’ll sit on a chair and quietly hold your hand.
If you want him to talk, he’ll talk, and if you don’t, he’ll sit wordlessly without complaints.
he’ll probably crack a joke here or there if the mood is too damp
also, he’ll offer lots of forehead kissess
GAROU
He’s a little rough around the edges, but he’s got the spirit! 😍😍
this lone wolf isn’t used to taking care of people, let alone himself
He’ll probably tell you to just walk it off, but his protective instincts will kick in anyway
he’ll try to stay by your side as much as possible
he’ll grumble and act like he’s annoyed, but he really isn’t
he’s a little harsh, probably giving you some weird motivation like “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” or smth
he’s genuinely concerned for you though, just be patient with him, he’s trying
A/N: I was just daydreaming abt zombieman cuz I love him so much and thought of this scenario so why not have it with the rest of these guys (and boy)
this can be viewed both platonically and romantically, except child emperor, he’s purely platonic ofc
SAITAMA
When you first call him, and you hesitate a bit while trying to explain you situation since it’s slightly embarrassing for you, he rushes you then gets a bit worried thinking it might be something serious
he then proceeds to say “seriously…?” When you finally tell him why you’re calling: there was a spider in your house and you were too scared to do anything but stand on top of your table, keeping a wary eye out incase the soider tries to approach.
At first he was about to decline and tell you to just squish it with a shoe, or trap it under a cup and throw it out your window, but when he hears the actual fear in your voice, he sighs and puts on his slippers. He’s supposed to save people and stuff after all…
Surprisingly, when Saitama arrives to kill the creature… he sucks at it. It keeps just escaping from him, no matter how fast or strong he was.
Saitama started to grow mad with every passing second, trashing your house as he jumped from spot to spot trying to catch the thing, with you pointing and yelling frantically from your safe-zone on the table.
”IT’S RIGHT THERE, NO- NO- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU AIMING AT, SAITAMA?! YOU SUCK AT THIS- OH MY- ITS RIGHT THERE, KILL IT!!!” -You “STOP YELLING YOU’RE MAKING ME LOSE FOCUS.” -Saitama
Your house quickly becomes almost like a war-zone with both of you yelling at eachother from the top of your lungs, you out of panic and him out of frustration.
Saitama eventually squishes the spider…. Then an army of tiny spiders erupts from it.
Saitama tries to deal with them quickly, throwing punches at all of them.
when he’s done, he turns to you with a fulfilled expression on his face but deadpans once he catches you lying passed out on the table and foaming at the mouth.
Ofc he takes you to the hospital though.
GENOS
Unlike Saitama, he takes it very seriously when you call him and tell him the predicament you're in.
He doesn’t quite understand the big issue, it's just a bug… but he can detect when someone is in distress, and either way, he would do anything you ask of him.
When he arrives at your home, he’s already gathered enough information on how to safely deal with spiders to take the best approach he can to this.
he grabs a glass container and a piece of paper, proceeds to efficiently trap the spider, and throws it outside.
He does listen to your instructions though and releases it at least a kilometer away from your home.
He then comes back to check on you and gives you a small, almost pitiful, pat on the back.
”Don’t worry about it, you did good.” -Genos, with his very stoic expression
ZOMBIEMAN
MY MUSEEEE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH
Sorry, anyhow, when you call him, your voice is obviously on edge, and you tell him what’s wrong. The first he does is reassure you over the phone, telling you everything will be fine and he’ll be right there.
And as he said, he was right there.
He checks up on you when he first enters the house, then goes to search for the spider.
When he finds it, he ALMOST stomps on it with his shoe out of surprise but quickly remembers how it’ll probably cause a bigger problem, and like genos he uses the good old glass container and paper method and throws it out.
After that, he helps you get down from the table, with his hands firmly holding you from your sides.
If you’re still uneasy even after he gets rid of the spider, he’ll give you a reassuring embrace, with his large build basically consuming you.
He then takes you out somewhere nice to eat.
SPEED-O’-SOUND SONIC
Ahhh, speed of the sounds
Calls you stupid at first, and tells you to just kill it or leave it be, its more scared of you than you are of it.
But not a second later he’s at your door and asking where the spider is.
He REALLY doesn’t get what the big deal is, it’s just a spider. Nonetheless, he doesn’t really question it much and helps out anyway.
He grabs the spider gently with his hands and throws it out the window, then flashes you an unamused look.
Again, he calls you weak but then tells you not to worry so much when you have someone like him around.
FLASHY FLASH
Sassy flash
He’s irked by your call, then hangs up on you
….
He then calls you again not a second later and asks if you’re actually panicking, and when you say yes, suddenly he busts down your door.
He HATES spiders. But that doesn’t mean he can’t deal with them
thanks to a previous encounter he had with the creature, he learned killing them is a bad idea.
So he hesitantly kept trying to get the spider under the damn cup, but every time he did and it would move, he’d dash to the other side of the room instinctively, releasing the spider once more.
It takes him about 10 tries to finally get the spider out of the house.
After making sure that you’re ok, he then tells you to never waste his time on such ridiculous things ever again
he doesn't mean it though, don’t worry, he’d do it again for you
CHILD EMPORER
He is scared of spiders too
Reluctantly he shows up at your house.
He tries to act tough but you can clearly see the sweat running down his face as he uses his robotic equipment to slowly look under the couch for the spider.
When he finally catches it, he screams, prompting you to scream, and blasts the area of the spider with a laser beam.
the both of you stare intently at the area of the blast and let out a sigh simultaneously as the ash clears and the arachnid has been successfully vaporized.
You both give each other a pat on the back for being so brave
Then you offer to take child emperor to a nearby store and get some ice cream together
he happily obliges and you both skip out of the destroyed apartment with your hands intertwined.
A/N; I wrote this in the airplane so not proofread
"So your favorite color is purple?" You inquire, after the long back and forth the two of you exchanged about labeling 'meaningless' things with more 'meaningless' terms. Speed-of-sound Sonic huffed out an exasperated breath with his signature frown.
"I prefer it over other colours." He retorted.
"That's the exact definition of 'favorite', pretty thing." You rolled your eyes once more, a frisky smirk playing on your lips. His face crinkled further at your remark, a brow twitching.
"Fine, call it whatever you want."
You pressed your elbow against the steering wheel of your car to adjust your odd seating position, resting your shoulder on the back of your seat while your body lay diagonally. Your legs were draped comfortably over the gear shift and onto Sonic's lap, his own form angled in the passenger seat so he was almost facing you, back rested between the door of the vehicle and the backrest.
His slim fingers rested above your foot, not really grasping onto it, just hovering- grazing it. He wasn't one for physical touch, but he enjoyed the reassurance that settled within him with the faintest of contact, even if he could only feel the heat radiating from your body and seeping into his own cells. Knowing how close you were to him somehow secured his consciousness into the presence of your space.
When you suggested he accompany you on an aimless midnight drive in your car, he almost lost his footing as he cackled. He found the idea of cars absurd, at least for him. He was ten times faster than any jet invented, yet you still insist on driving that thing, even though, if you asked him to, he would pick you up at any hour of your day and take you to wherever your heart desired. All you had to do was lull out his name with your unmistakable voice and he'd be there.
"What's next?" He interjected the momentary silence.
"Let me think..." Your lower lip subtly pushes out. "What's your favorite flower?"
"Again with the 'favorite'. Why do you domesticated types always-"
"Alright! Alright! What is the nicest flower, in your opinion?" You forced an annoyed grin, scrunching up your nose in an 'Are you satisfied now?' expression. He gives you an unamused stare, then glances away in thought.
"Nicest, in what sense?" He asked.
You threw your head back melodramatically and groaned. "Why do you keep complicating things!?"
"It's a sensible question.” He retorted.
"Just- the nicest in whatever sense. The reason doesn't matter." You huffed, resting your cheek on your knuckles.
"Wolfsbane" He didn't miss a beat. You blinked then pulled out your phone with a wry smile.
"I didn't actually expect you to name one." You murmured as you clicked through your phone.
"Yeah, same way you didn't expect me to know how to write?" He sent you an unamused look.
"You said you grew up in an isolated ninja village." You countered, glancing up at him momentarily.
"What part of that says 'can't write'?"
"The stereotypical one, I guess." You shrugged. Scrolling through images. Your brows perked up as your finger stilled on your phone. "Oh, they're pretty! And Purple."
"And poisonous." He added with a satisfied nod.
You let out a small chuckle in response. "Figures."
"What flower do you like, then?" He tilted his head. You thought for a moment then smirked as you pocketed your phone.
"The prettiest flower in my books is you," You winked and blew him a dramatic kiss.
His eye twitched and he scoffed in annoyance. He glanced away from you and stared out the window, eyes scanning the dark lone streets, softly illuminated by the yellow streetlights.
His posture sagged with a weighing exhale from his nose, brows un-tensing with his features. Your gaze lingered on him, focus fanning across his profile. Over his lashes that were coated by the florescent light. To his eyes. To his lips, to his skin...
what moisturizer does he use? Ah, right, the blood of his enemies and his untamed insanity. His natural combo.
The air was calm, carrying the tranquil sounds of your steady breathes. You bounced your foot slightly, while his finger absentmindedly brushed your leg.
You chewed at the inside of your cheek for a moment as you calculated your next move, then gave yourself an unnoticeable nod. Sonic glanced at you when you pulled your leg away and sat properly in your chair, prompting him to fix his own seating position, expecting you to finally drive off to where-ever else you wanted to drag him.
He sent you a perplexed look when you suddenly stood up over the steering wheel in an awkward, hunched stance then proceeded to push your leg up and over to his leg room.
"What are you doing??" His frown deepened. You didn't answer as you hovered over him, a playful smile on your face as your noses grazed eachother. You had your hands on either side of his head, pressed against the back rest whilst you stood in a visibly uncomfortable slouch.
"Stop acting stupid. There isn't enough space." He raised a sharp brow. You continued to ignore him as you moved one of your hands to the side of his seat. His nose crinkled in annoyance until you finally felt the cold cylinder in your palm, and tugged harshly.
His eyes widened and he grabbed the door handle to support himself when his seat sharply fell back with a blunt click, lying flat behind him.
"Now there is." Your mischievous grin stretched. He huffed in annoyance then raised his brows when you placed your hands on his shoulders, gently pushing him down against the seat. You repositioned yourself over him, your knees pressing against the leather seat beside his thighs.
"Seriously?" He shot you an uninterested expression, but you didn't miss the way his eyes flickered down every now and then to glance at your lips. You leaned down and propped your elbow next to his head playfully.
"What? I'm trying to make this enjoyable." You say as you twist a strand of his hair between your fingers.
He scoffs. "Enjoyable? In this wheeled microwave?"
You barked out a laugh then shrugged.
"You just need to get used to the atmosphere." You muttered, your smile softening into a more tentative one as your mind awed at his solemn complexion once more. He didn’t miss the small but deliberate shift in your expression. His own eyes eased and shone with anticipation as the heat of your breath tugged at his chest. "Here. I'll help."
You pushed back his bangs then dove into a searing kiss. He returned it almost immediately, his hands coming up to grip your waist. Your lips moved against each other with slow passion, savoring the other’s ensnaring feel and melting into each other’s taste. When your tongue swept against his lower lip, he granted you entrance without hesitation, the kiss growing hungrier, more urgent.
His hand slid against your sides, his palm burning through the fabric of your outfit and making you tense and loosen with a fervent shudder. Your hand moved away from his hair, allowing the strands to fall, then moved your palm to the back of his head, fingers slipping between his roots.
He let out a sharp groan into your mouth as you pulled at his hair, causing his hand to still on your sides and fingers to curl firmly in an attempt to anchor himself.
You pulled away for a moment, the sounds of heavy breathes emitting from the both of you. Your half-lidded eyes locked with one another.
Before you could say anything, his hand moved to the back of your neck as he surged forward, pulling you close so your lips crashed together. Your initial surprise wore off as you melted into him, your senses overwhelmed by the proximity between you. Your chest pressed suffocatingly close to his, you could feel his heartbeat reverberate into you, quick and insistent.
He kept tugging you close, deepening the kiss with intense need, sucking in quick gasps between each pause before leaning back in with more demand, a hand pressing into your back while the other guided your head with his. You hardly noticed the seat buckle slightly digging into your knee, your focus entirely on his glory.
You pulled away abruptly, breath heavy as you leaned back while staring down at him. His breath was shallow but not heavy, his chest noticeably rising with less intensity after a few seconds. He leered up at you with veiled eyes, his grey irises glistening in the dim light and burning you with its fixation. His hand traveled down to rest on your hips, his breath quiet now and his composure returning.
You give him a grin. “Enjoyable now?”
“Could be.” He answered, his expression kept unreadable. His hand subtly tugged at your sides which prompted your smile to stretch.
Warning(s); Head trauma, concussion and its symptoms
Synopsis; His vision splits and an impeding ring blares in his ears. His mind threads disjointedly but all his thoughts drive back to you.
✎Word count; 1.8k
A/N; thought I'd at least do one writing challenge for March, and I haven't written much for Sonic lately soo
edited!
Nights rarely run this quiet, not for you at the very least. Not three nights in a row...
In all fairness, Speed of sound sonic enjoyed being spontaneous with his visits. Did he enjoy it? Well, that's what he lets on with his unannounced, contactless disappearances subsequent to his equally unannounced sneak-ins.
The curtains rustle with the sway of a gloaming breeze, it draws your gaze with a ghostly jerk of your shoulders.
You stare as no ominous shadow blocks the faint moonlight.
You let your narrowed eyes linger on the window for a few more seconds before glancing around the room in a last grasp of hope.
A cranky sigh escapes you to make way for the finally settled disappointment, your body sagging and sliding against the couch. You were setting yourself up for failure anyway, perhaps he'll be gone for a whole week like last month, the thought drives a curse from under your breath.
You push yourself off the couch and stretch groggily. He's really messed up your sleep schedule, the clock strikes twelve in a few minutes yet your eyes are hardly laden with fatigue... perhaps you ought to soak in your bath for tonight, surely that'll make better company than him.
Yeah... yeah, definitely.
A loud crash from behind you interrupts the quiet and you all but jump at the sound. You whipped your head around as your heart hammered against your ribs. In a frenzy, you expect to see a monster in the room, or is that an abnormally large crow?
"Sonic?!" It takes you a few moments to recover from your initial shock.
The sight before you was... startling. Sonic, hunched over himself on the floor in his usual attire but missing his signature scarf, his hair untied and veiling the sides of his face like a messy curtain. His breaths were actually audible and- was he trembling?
You blink in alarm and scurry to his side, crouching to hook your arms with one of his in an attempt to hoist him up. "What in the world—"
A loud grunt rasps out between pants, sloppily shrugging you off of him. He rises to his feet with a few muddled nods of his head and a quake in his posture beyond his nature.
"What's going on? What happened!?" You attempt to press, but your throat lumps when you catch a glimpse at his face. His eyes were unfocused, and his features were twisted into a deep, uncomfortable sneer. Your hands hover before you and waver, unsure where to place them in his sapped state, a hand clutching his downcast face.
"I uhh..." He finally glances up at you. "T-that—" Stepping closer is what he intends but what little control he has on his legs falters with a forward slant, and your instinct launch you forward to meet him half way.
You wrap your arms around his torso and haul him to his feet, which do little to help him stay upright. His body is limp for a moment, face pressed against your shoulder with sore, shallow huffs warming your sleeve. He swallows thickly then attempts to push himself up, hands almost clawing at your back as if he was trying to clutch onto you for support but his stiff fingers declined the order.
"Hey, hey, it's alright." You weren't sure if you were trying to reassure him or yourself.
Sonic was certainly the haughty type, always deflecting and sulking if you ever pointed out a bruise or a bandage he was trying to hide, so him willingly seeking you out, a tottering mess, made acid push through the apex of your esophagus.
A few strangled sounds hollow from him, like he's trying to say something but his tongue is slurring the syllables. You stagger back slightly when his full body weight flops onto you once more. Another heaving grunt grates past his teeth as he pushes himself to stand upright, hands finally finding their clearing and fisting at the back of your shirt.
"I got you, calm down." You pull him closer and readjust your grip.
His legs shift disorientingly beneath him as you carefully walk him to your couch, your breath locked in your chest whilst his face squeezed tighter against your shoulder.
Once you stood in front of the couch, you bend down and lower him with your arm secured against his back.
His body language suggests that he's about to protest but there doesn't seem to be enough strength within him to, evident with how effortlessly you managed to have him lying down, and it all but amplifies your distress. You keep your palm against his shoulder as you kneel beside him.
He flinches when you attempt to push back his bangs, and the pained coil on his face tells you enough to draw your hand away.
"You're meddling..." He hisses out meekly, almost painfully. "I got away." Another heave follows. A vexed frown pastes at his mismated words.
The beats of his heart slammed against his head with merciless rigor, zipping throbs pinned and scrapping at his fore. Bleak dins net with the suffocated sounds around him, your voice, the rustle of the pillow, the ticking of the clock. It begs him to knock at the sides of his head to rock his brain out of its rick.
His gaze drags to your face, pupils shifting and disarrayed. He squints in a feeble effort to clear out his blurry and blotchy sight yet it hardly helps. In defeat, his eyes screw shut after a few rapid blinks, even the dim orange lighting ebbs at his nerves.
"Sonic, you're concussed." You concluded, your shoulders easing at your own confirmation, only to tense up again. "Or worse,,, do you feel like throwing up?"
As he grumbles incoherently and bobs his head to the side, you reattempt to examine his head, using your fingers to brush his ruffled locks out of his face. The scuffs littering his mien are nothing new, but there’s much you couldn’t catch with such low lightning. You needed a flashlight. Where was your phone?
Sonic's head sways in your direction, lashes fluttering open hesitantly. The light seeping into his vision elicits a harsh snarl from him, however, it eases as soon as your profile clears. The soft shift in his expression worries you more than anything, and you lean forward to examine his face better.
"Are you nauseous??"
His quiet stare at you does nothing but feed your apprehension, if you weren't as concerned, you might've caught the fondness glossing them. His features continue to rest soothingly. Eerily.
"Hey! Can you hear me!?" You pat his chest lightly, worry visibly etched on your face. The only thing you manage to draw from him was a puzzled twitch of his brows, it makes you gulp as his gaze continues to engross you. "Hold on, I'll- I'll get you water."
Before you're able to get up from your knees, his face twitches suddenly, and he blinks in a jumble. Another frown tugs at his features, his snarl deepening and his jaw tensing painfully as he starts pushing himself up. You startle and hurriedly stand up with a firm grip on his shoulders.
Your tries to press him back down only cause him to pause a few times only to sloppily push against your grip. "Wait, you need to rest...!"
"I need you." The rasp out is heavy.
Suddenly, the grip on his sides grows flimsy.
He manages to sit up on the couch with that moment of confusion, twisting his body so he's facing you, but his form still swaying. You choke out a wobbly, "Huh??"
For him to admit that, out loud, at a time like this...
'Oh no, he's dying.'
"I thought I'd-" His fickle gaze flicks up to meet yours. Your eyes are still wide as you peer down at him, but, oh, now you can see it. That unmistakable fervent. You swallow again and let your hands slide down to the sides of his arms.
"It was dark," His hands come up shakily to clutch your elbows, tugging you closer. "and cold, and I knew- I knew you'd be here. I was thinking of you."
A soft breath wisps past your nose, your intense gaze wanes and you bite the inside of your cheek. "That's very sweet but, seriously, just lie back down."
"I hated it. You were so far, it felt like hours. But I'm fast." He continues, his squinted eyes kept locked on you, a bit sputtery yet so heavy. "I didn't want you... uh, you'd be lonely and I..."
"Jeez... You're really thinking of me while you're in that state? I'm here, aren't I?" You huff, your brows drawing inward. The warmth of his words whelms the former distress. It's quick to return, however, when his body sways to the side before jerking upright.
"You're dumb." He hisses out.
"...ok-"
He cuts you off. "And you scare me. I was scared."
Your brows pinch further with your pursed lips. His body slants forward, taut features twitching lightly. Thinking he's about to lose his balance, you lean closer and secure your grasp on his arms. He stutters faintly before proceeding. "-You waited, way... way too far... what you'd think, about him— mme... and not coming back..."
"You came back." You interrupt his slurred declaration. "I'm here, and you came back."
His body almost goes slack at the affirmation, his expression, lined with disorientation now releases tension, anguished crinkles smoothening. It's almost defeated.
"I've got you now. Don't worry." You slowly pull him closer. He doesn't pull away, his grip on your elbows loosening while his eyes continue to follow yours.
Slowly, his face presses against your stomach with no signs of objection. His arms lank, hands sliding weakly at your sides and his muscles relaxing.
"I have faith in you, you know." Your moves are careful as your thumb draws calming circles on his back, threads of his hair meshing against your fingers. "I could never think anything ill of you, if that's what you're worried about."
Your palm slides up soothingly to caress the back of his head.
A jolt suddenly rattles his body and he jumps back and away from your touch, his hand hovering over his head in clear agony.
You cringe at yourself, "right, right, concussion. Sorry."
You begin to gently lower him back down, and he doesn't entertain the thought of fighting against your touch this time around.
His expression still coils in throbbing discomfort, but he doesn't struggle. Not as you press a cup of water against his lips, nor as you peel off the plates of metal along his frame then proceed to clean the scaths on his face with a damp towel, and not when you turn off the lights, drape a blanket over him and lay seated on the floor beside him, your chin propped on the couch seat next to his head while your hand intertwines with his, thumb tenderly rubbing his cool, fair skin.
Sonic still feels stiff and his head undoubtedly hurts, the kisses you brush against his knuckles, however, somehow manage to dull the uncomfortable retching behind his temple.
heyyy i know drive knight is definitely hard to write about, but.. do you think you could write something about him slowly gaining feelings for the reader? i think itd be really cute (assuming hes maybe a cyborg like genos)
Drive knight, falling inlove?
Genre; fluff, hcs
Pairing: Drive knight x reader
side note; Hi Anonn, I didn’t expect my first ask for opm to be about drive knight tbh. Drive is definitely a complicated ask,, also there isn’t a single fic about him damn. Anyhow, you ask and you shall receive!
also this is longer than expected
Drive knight is an interesting and mysterious character. There really isn’t much information about him I can go off of.
Because he has the same core thing Genos has, i’m going to assume he’s a cyborg for the sake of this fic.
Drive is cold and does not care for much, he is simply focused on his own goals. The well being of others doesn’t concern him, hero or civilian.
So it was new when you caught his eye. It was probably your intelligence and calculated skills that piqued his interest in you at first. Your logic-oriented approach to things, and even your resourcefulness made him want to learn more about you. He figured your abstract knowledge and talent could aid him in his own objectives.
He observes you for awhile. Not in a weird or stalkerish way, simply just watching you whenever the both of you so happened to be in the same space together. He silently absorbs every word you say and every action or move you take. It’s not obvious at all, actually.
When he finds that he wants to learn even more about you or maybe he thinks you have information that maybe of use to him, He’ll start engaging in conversations with you, in a very tactical manner though. Most of the time He’ll interrogate you about information or discuss theories he has. The convos are often emotionless and very straight to the point.
solely from these interactions, and the fact he does not reciprocate any type of greeting or pleasantries, you’ll likely be intimidated by him.
moving on,
It all starts when Drive knight has some new theory he thinks you might able to help him delve deeper into. When he goes up to you with his usual monotoned call for your name, which is his way of greeting people, you assumed, and his gaze falls onto a patched up area on the whole of your lower arm. He feels something in him shift slightly and he asks you about it, before he even starts talking about his theories. It honestly caught you off guard . You tell him that you dropped some hot oil on your arm while cooking and burned yourself but it was no big deal.
he stays silent for a few moments, his one mechanical eye leering down at you, then he simply tells you that you should be more careful, and sustaining a hindering wound while doing such a mundane task is un-exemplary. You weren’t sure if he was worried or disappointed in you…?
then he quickly switches the topic to what he originally came to discuss.
Afterwards, Drive knight thinks back to that interaction and confusion settles in him. He didn’t know why he was eager to know what had happened to you, and why he even advised you to be careful… He brushes it off.
it was when he starts picking up, and I mean actually noticing other things about you, that he starts to grow truly perplexed. The way you walked, sipped your tea, brushed off the creases in your outfit and straightened your back whenever someone approached you, and many other subtle characteristics he picked up on, lingered in the back of his mind.
he started appreciating you, and those subtle acts of yours. He enjoyed how human you were.
Again, however, he ignored that little nagging voice in his head.
Subconsciously, he started doing things out of character of him. He started greeting you with a ‘hello’, which he never did, and even mutely acknowledged your presence with a curt nod even if he didn’t want anything from you at that time.
his core starts to warm up slightly when he’s speaking to you, and sometimes he gets lost in your eyes or even just your features when you’re speaking. He starts occasionally feeling worried about you, or might randomly start to wonder what you’re currently doing.
Of course, when he starts to act more warmly to you, you start seeking him out yourself, maybe just for advice or discuss your own theories or even just to tell him something random that happened to you.
When he finally realizes that his feelings towards you were romantic, he’s in conflict with himself. Does he just have to live with these feelings, at least, until they diminish and satisfy them with the small interactions you have? Would they distract him from ultimate ambition? Would his feelings grow to the point a mere exchange of words with you here or there might not satisfy him?
Thankfully, the feelings he has toward you rarely ever distract him. Even though you do cross his mind every now and then, it’s nothing too intense or he couldn’t push away.
He still prioritizes his goal above everything else.
He would start to view his feelings for you as simply another variable to account for. Maybe not positively at first. He starts analyzing you from a distance, trying to figure out why you make him feel the way he does.
after awhile of trying to grapple his emotions, he just comes to the conclusion that this was just a part of human connections, and if he wanted to live amongst them, he must learn to adapt to this.
After a very long while, he’ll confess. He’s very matter-of-factly about it, too. “Through my observations, I have determined that I hold a special interest in you. I would like to pursue further understanding of this dynamic.” And yada yada.
when you reciprocate his feelings, he feels something being lifted off his chest, something he didn’t even know was there.
how he acts in your relationship… very professional? He’s not affectionate, not physically or verbally, doesn’t really have a label for you either. He won’t call you his partner, boyfriend/girlfriend. You’re just Y/n to him, someone Maybe if you probe him about it, he’ll refer to you as his significant other.
his love language is acts of service,
his protectiveness over you would likely increase after you’ve made it “official”. In a very strategic way. He’ll analyze the threat then neutralize it as quickly and efficiently as possible before you’re even aware of any danger. And this also counts for unserious dangers.
ex: the eggs had run out but you were planning to have eggs for breakfast. Drive will quickly buy you some eggs and put them in the fridge before you even notice.
He would also improve your living conditions by installing Security systems, or fixing any type of mechanical/electronical issue.
he also gives you gifts that are more efficient than they are sentimental. Probably something that would personally help you or make your life easier.
Doesn’t complement you much on his own. If you ask if he likes your outfit or you if you look good, he’ll say yes (or answer honestly), really doesn’t go further than that.
Kissing… he can’t kiss you obviously, but you can kiss him. He doesn’t mind when or if you kiss him, he actually kind of likes it.
Won’t seek out sensual intimacy with you but will reciprocate it, rather awkwardly, if you offer it. (Ex: holding hands, hugging, cuddling, possibly.)
He generally just loves having conversations with you, whether they’re tactical or just random talks about anything.
Synopsis; What better way to test out your new lipstick shade than on him?
A/N: wonky brainrot thanks to this post. Thank you @10ve1ess for the idea 💋💋
Flashy flash's right eye scrunched close as you pressed a long kiss against his cheekbone, his head held firmly in place from the diligent clutch you had on his jaw.
His hand subtly shifted on your hip as you held yourself in place, making sure to leave another prominent red stain on his face. You pulled back, your fingers still gripping his chin whilst you inspected your precise art. You faintly moved his face to the side to assess the lipstick stain you imprinted on him, measured with your calculated gaze to pair perfectly with the other similarly striking marks scattered across his face.
An accomplished smile adorned your features as you peered down at him. He stared back at you with a serene expression, admiring you while you marveled at the masterpiece you had created of him.
You picked up the Polaroid camera lying beside him— or rather, the both of you— and pushed your hips off him with both your knees still planted on either side of his pelvis, pinning him against the bed. You pointed the camera down at him as you pressed it against your face, waiting a moment before snapping another shot, the camera's flash momentarily lighting up his face.
He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes with his fingers, his other hand still resting on your waist, moving along with you as you lowered yourself back down on his lap. You plucked out the film from the device and started shaking it.
You looked at the frame, the picture capturing his radiant stillness slowly developing on it. "Glad you declined that modeling offer."
"Why?" He hummed, raising a brow. "Don't tell me you'd be jealous."
"Fuming with jealousy." You shamelessly admitted, glancing down at him as you continued to shake the picture held between your fingers. "Everyone would be drooling all over you..."
"Is that so?" He let a sly smile curl on his lips, his finger tapping lightly on your side. "Well, aren't you a lucky one to have me?"
"Oh no, I've boosted your ego now, haven't I?" You rolled your eyes.
"Perhaps."
"What a pain." You huffed, your gaze trailing back to the frame. You grinned slightly as the image recording his seamless mien cleared. "I shouldn't have said anything."
"No please, continue. Tell me how flawless I am and how I'm simply an array of unfathomable talent and skill." He spoke in a playful tone. You didn't grant him a reaction as you grabbed the other pictures and held them together in your hands, eyeing them with a satisfied gleam.
"Ok, you can stop talking now." You tossed the images aside and sunk down to mold your lips into his. He needn't but a second to quickly match your rhythm, his fingers trailing up to frame the side of your neck, his other hand tugging at your waist to pull you closer against him as if your bodies weren't already pressed flush against each other. He kissed with impatient passion, and you responded in kind, your hands gliding over his jawline then sliding to cup his cheekbone.
He tilted your head to better align with his but as he was about to deepen the kiss, you pulled away abruptly. Flash's eyes fluttered open, watching you as you leaned away from him with a slight pinch in his brows.
You eyed the smudged red lipstick painting his mouth so pleasantly.
"Wait, hold still." You hurriedly picked up the Polaroid once again, bringing it up to rest over your eye. He sighed and covered the lens of the camera with his palm, then gently tugged it down so you'd look at him.
"I held still enough. Can you continue your photoshoot later?" His tone sounded with impatience, blue eyes narrowing as he tilted his head back against the pillow.
"No- you look perfect right now!" You argued with a pleading look. "One more, please?"
He let out an exasperated breath and let his hand slip away from the camera. "Fine."
A/N: THIS IS VERY LONG, I REPEAT, VERY LONG HEADCANONS!!! Anyhow no joke I’ve been obsessed with sonic for like 2 years now. Like non stop, its actually insane, I HATE THAT HE’S SO UNDERRATED MAN, i need more content of him 😞
There are only 2 possible answers: protective OR full blown unhealthy obsession (aka yandere)
me personally, I’m more leaning into the Protective maybe stalker-y instead of the obsessive sonic. Sonic in the show honestly navigates his emotions better than most of the people in my life so…
He’s hesitant at first, almost unsure of what the hell he’s feeling. That little flutter in his chest, that almost ghostly force that pulls his gaze towards you, that sharp yet gentle impale that strikes him in the chest whenever you catch him staring. It almost irritates him.
perhaps he was sick. Or maybe his subconscious was picking up on something dangerous emitting from you that he couldn’t sense…? Whatever it was, it kept pulling him back to you, whether it was to watch you walk through the streets as he hid in the shadows, (he convinced himself that you were up to something and planning for his downfall so he must keep an eye on you.) Or “bumping” into you while you’re grocery shopping. (He blushes when you wave at him) or even pass by your house and watch you as you sleep (wtf??? Well in his defense he only watches you for a minute or two then leaves haha)
When he picks up nothing weird about you, or nothing that would point to you being a threat to him, he starts becoming increasingly frustrated by these new set of emotions. He honestly takes a moment to himself to think, maybe while he’s training or taking a bath in a lake.
Sonic may have lived most of his life isolated in a ninja village, but it wasn’t like he never heard of romance (though he does detest it and deem it a waste of time, space, effort, strength, anything you could think of, really…) and he’s definitely seen it with how comfortable people are with PDA in the outside world.
but when he realizes… DENY AVOID DENY AVOUD, well, only for awhile, when he realizes that denying these feelings weren’t going to do anything but intensify them and even interfere with his day-to-day life. He decided he had to accept those feelings, and inturn, overcome them!
In order to overcome these feelings, he needed to understand why he had them to begin with. So he stalks you. Ten times more than he used to. Watching your every move, every decision, EVERY TURN. Picking up on every little quirk and action you did, the good ones, the bad ones, the embarrassing/awkward ones… and he found he was infatuated by all of them.
“why am I getting so much goosebumps these days… It’s like someones breathing against my ear.” -Y/N
Those minute-or-two stares at you while uou were sleeping, became longer as he memorized every smooth end, bump and feature on your enchanting face.
he tried to approach you after he realized his feelings, but oh, no, he did not expect his heart to be beating this fast, or his face to feel this hot, or his hands to feel this sweaty. When you spot him and give him a very normal greeting. He’s frozen in place and so incredibly hot. He dashes off with no further explanation, leaving you confused, but not questioning too much since he wasn’t the most normal individual from the start anyway.
Everytime he tries to say anything to you, he just stumbles and stutters, then quickly disappears in sheer humiliation.
He decides to just avoid you, but he can’t even do that with the way his mind keeps nagging at him about you. Constantly making everything he sees somehow trail right back to you. Oh do you see that? It’s a black bird! Y/N wore a black coat that one day. Is that a shoe? Mannn Y/N loves [shoe brand name]. *Sonic staring down at his hands* …Y/N has real nice hands- FUCK
One thing tho is that his interest in you doesn’t completely consume the rest of his life, he still can manage his life as normal as possible along with his training and rivalry with Saitama, it’s just a lot more of his time is spent thinking about/stalking you.
after lots and lots of trying , he found that he couldn’t get rid of the constricting feelings in his heart. And he didn’t even want to anymore, he almost adored how it made him feel. How you made him feel.
his love language is acts of service, he’s not good with physical touch or words of affirmation. So instead of trying to have a conversation with you, he starts doing more stuff for you. Watering your flowers when you forget (how does he know you forgot?? Creepy.) sweeping the dust away from your balcony with his speed. Or maybe help you with grocery shopping once he finally stops stumbling over his words as much.
How I’d imagine he’d confess, is if you confronted him first, considering his over all personality and lifestyle, the way he acts towards youis definitely not normal, its not hard to pick up on that. He denies it at first, just for a little while cause he is kind of embarrassed, but after realizing this might be the only way to successfully confront his feelings, he does confess to you, but isnt really romantic about it. More like “Yeah, I’m interested in you.” And just looks elsewhere with his brows arched downwards as usual, waiting for whatever your response might be.
OR
If he stays stuck with his feelings for you to the point he can’t handle not really engaging with them (and I mean like holding hands or being close to you in general…) he’ll confess, again with the same blunt attitude but he’ll be more awkward about it like, I kinda wanna hold your hand sometimes, or stand next to you, or stare at your face, I think?
or he just kills you (and falls into a deep state of depression, Ill write about that scenario later, maybe)
ANYWAY, when his feelings are reciprocated, he’s just like “why??” not because he’s actually confused on why you like him, well, he is a little confused, as he is not the typical lover boy… but he mainly just wants his ego to be stroked by the person he’s been crazy over for the past few weeks.
again, his love language is acts of service, (and quality time now that he can be as close to you as he wants to be), so he’ll mostly do stuff for you, get your handmade gifts, and little stuff like that. He’ll always sneak into your house through your window, even if there was no problem with him coming thriugh the door. And he just stays there with you. Whatever you’re doing, he’ll just sit there and watch you do it, as you talk to him about your day. It makes him feel at ease, and the warmth he feels sprout in his chest when your voice reaches his ears, or when your bewitching eyes gaze lovingly into his, it makes him feel like he’s about to melt at the spot.
one thing you notice is that he often gets a bit sleepy or dozes off when he’s with you, even if its the middle of the day. It shows how at peace and how off-guard he is around you.
He’s not the romantic type so don’t expect him to give you nicknames, unless they’re insults.
as unexpected as it may seem, he rarely ever hurts your feelings. He’s very vigilant, and has stalked you long enough to know what upsets you and what doesn’t. So although he may be protective and slightly possessive over you, your relationship isn’t really “toxic” or even unhealthy.
if you’re a yapper, then you’re in luck, he LOVES listening to uou talk or gossip or info dump, and he actually listens very well. He doesn’t talk much on his own, you guys can have long conversations though, that’s no issue. But long, solemn silences aren’t a foreign thing in your relationship
but also, when he does talk its mostly about himself, his improvements, and stuff, he lovess when you acknowledge his achievements, especially if he didn’t point them out. I told you, he loves having his ego stroked, especially by you.
as for physical affection…no PDA, lets just get that out of the way, but away from prying eyes… He’s desperate, rough, aggressive and so so needyyyy. His kisses make you feel like he’s searching for something in there istg, you have to tap him aggressively a few times on the shoulder to get him to pull away before you suffocate to death. A lot of the time, your kisses don’t just end at short, simple, cute “kisses”, they lead to makeout sessions quite quickly.
He’s the cockiest, most narcissistic bastard alive btw, loves teasing you like crazy… but that’s all I’m gonna say.
anyway he love love loves you and would kill for you, very very literally.
him from one of the latest chapters omg he’s so pretty im kicking my feet and twirling my HAIIRIIRIRIRID
