#but warm up to their loved ones and are protective and strategic and kind and also a huge fucking nerd
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byler x jurassic park. thank you for your time.
#listen jurassic park is one of my Medias Of All Time#like. fundamental to understanding suni astrobi fr fr fr#i watched it for the millionth time on the plane a couple days ago and was thinking Such Thoughts#re: ellie will#bc they r both empathetic and sweet and nerdy but brave and will not take shit#and also paleobotanist will is so. SOOOOO.#and also re: alan mike#bc they r both a little grumpy and aloof and closed off at first interaction#but warm up to their loved ones and are protective and strategic and kind and also a huge fucking nerd#i can’t get them out of my head#they r in there like a worm in my brain .#also re: the scene where ellie helps the triceratops#imagining will pausing to help it when it’s sick#internally gagging while shoving his arms into the poop pile bc it’s disgusting but Powering Through#hm.#this one’s for thea btw my jurassic park loving partner in crime#she gets me. she rly gets me.#mike wheeler#will byers#byler#/astro draws
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Mi pequeña ingeniero (My Little Engineer)
Pairing: Sergio Perez x Engineer!Reader
Rating: R
Warnings: Smut, Crash, Angst, Fluff, protective Sergio, daddy kink (leave me alone), disgusting media, age gap (about 10 years), supportive Red Bull, relationship insecurities
Requested: Yes/No
Request: Hi!!! I absolutely adored the lance one and I was wondering if you could write smth similar with checo where the reader is the head mechanical engineer at red bull and Hannah’s (their strategy engineer) friend? You can choose if it is pure fluff or smth fluffy with a hint of smut :)) but basically just checo being a proud boyfriend™️ and everyone loving them after being a bit suspicious cuz like reader is super smart and loyal and kind and that’s abt it💓 (p.s. could you make reader abt 19-22? I wanna see some drama in the headlines 🤭) I just wanted to add that I love your writing and I will definitely be requesting more young!fem!engineer!reader because you just capture my ideas really well (and feed my delulu’s) 🫶🏻
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A/N: Thank you so much to the anon who let me bug them with messages about what’d they’d like and if I did something a certain way! I hope you love it
"Hannah...Why was I hired?" The question was interesting, but the head strategic engineer could understand it.
You were the youngest on the team. At 20, you were on your way to being the head engineer of Red Bull, even putting Newey at risk for his job. Christian was one of your biggest supporters. Even if he sometimes stuck his foot in his mouth about females in F1, you were the future of Red Bull, and everyone could see it. When news broke of you joining the team at just 17, you were a high achiever who wanted to prove yourself to the world and your family.
The news ran that you would work for Max, but you put your foot down. You'd work with both drivers and would treat them equally. Watching multiple drivers in the 2nd seater was stressful for you. Having to continually change the drivers, Red Bull finally found their second driver, Sergio Perez.
The Mexican was, at first, weary of you as he, too, heard you only worked with Max, but after spending 3 whole damn days with you, that opinion changed fast. Sergio respected you and didn't look down on you for your age; it amazed him that you have achieved so much at 20. Max and Sergio worked well together, there was the normal fighting between teammates, and you enjoyed seeing Sergio give Max a run for his money.
"You're the best at what you do. Besides, you're the only one Checo really listens to." Hannah shrugs as Sergio only makes things easy for the baby engineer.
You huff at the accusation because he did not make things easy for you. There have been plenty of arguments and yelling between you over the car and what needs to be fixed. Sergio was one to make you work for it, but it also wasn't too hard, but recently, he's been making your life hell.
"Whatever, I've got to go, Hannah. I'll see you later." You pack up your papers and walk away, heading down the quiet hallway to your office.
Halfway to your office, you feel arms wrap around you, a scream ripped out of your throat, but it's muffled by a hand. Thrashing around, you stop when you feel warm lips on your neck and that familiar Spanish accent.
"It's me, azúcar," Sergio whispers, instantly relaxing in his arms.
"Fuck, Sergio." You sigh, leaning into him as you try to calm your racing heart as the Mexican chuckles, still leaving soft kisses on your neck.
"You weren't answering my texts. Is there a reason?" He asks, pulling you deeper into the corner so no one would see you both.
You think about your answer, trying to remember what you were doing when he texted you. You were with Max, going over new ways to get the full power out of the car. Checking your phone, you realized you couldn't answer Sergio while next to Max, so you ignored it.
"I was with Max. I couldn't answer my phone." You whisper as someone walks past, unaware of the secret couple hiding.
Sergio stops kissing your neck, his arms tightening around your stomach, almost wincing at the grip as he hums.
"Azúcar, aún deberías responder cuando te envíe un mensaje de texto. No me importa quién sabe. Eres mía," (Sugar, you should still answer when I text you. I don't care who knows. You're mine) He growls and you whine learning spainsh but no where near to understand what he just said.
"Checo, I'm learning Spanish. But I don't understand." You huff, making Sergio's grip soften and turn you around, seeing your pout.
He chuckles and pulls your chin close by his thumb and forefinger, kissing your pout away.
You pull away, nervous that someone could see you making Sergio sigh, but he understands your reservations.
"Not here, Sergio." You whisper, hands trailing down his neck, making the older man shiver before standing straight and kissing your cheek.
"Are you ashamed? Because I'm older?" He can't help but ask. He wasn't the one to hide the relationship. He wanted to show you off for a while, but you deemed it inappropriate.
"Ser-" You sigh and step away from him, getting your thoughts together before answering.
"You're a Red Bull driver, Mexico's famed F1 driver, and you're older than me. People would disapprove of me dating you." Sergio wants to laugh, but he understands. The media wouldn't be kind to you. He's seen what fans have done to Kika and Pierre and refused to put you in that position.
"A la mierda lo que piensa la gente, tú eres quien quiero." (Fuck what people think, you're who I want) He spits, and you understand that one dropping your head and pulling away from his hold, completely already missing his warmth.
"I have to go. I have a meeting." You pull yourself together and go to leave, but Sergio pulls you into him again and kisses you deeply. You can't help but lose yourself in the kiss, dropping your files as you tug him closer by his hair.
Kissing him was an addiction. Taking your breath away and leaving you spinning whenever you pull away from him. He was a drug and an addictive one at that. Pulling away, he pulls your bottom lip with his teeth and sucks on it slightly, and let's go. He can't help the low chuckle as he watches your dazed face and how you blink, trying to bring yourself to reality.
"Cheating." You whisper as Sergio walks past before slapping your ass, making the fog in your brain clear, almost hitting his back.
He rushes off, leaving you all hot and bothered, knowing you'd be thinking about the kiss for the entire meeting. It was true. You sat there thinking about him for the rest of the day. Thankfully you could go home early after the meeting. Except you don't go home, you go straight to his place.
You knew he'd be home late, but you still wanted to fix him something to eat, maybe leave right after so he wouldn't have to be worried about setting something after such a long day. You slide the key into the door, walk into his apartment, slide your shoes off, and paddle into the kitchen. Sergio had been homesick recently, and you have been learning more and more about his culture and came across a recipe from Guadalajara called torta ahogada and settled on fixing that for him.
Pulling into his parking spot, he rubs his eyes before looking next to him and seeing your car in the place next to his. The slight smile on his face grows, feeling new energy at you being here. He makes his way quickly up to his place and slowly enters but stops smelling the familiar food of home.
Seeing you in the kitchen, he drops his bag, but you jump, almost slicing your finger with the knife. Turning, you see Sergio staring at you in awe. You usually didn't cook for him as you tended to get home late.
"You're cooking?" He asks, taking off his baseball hat and setting it on the counter.
"Yes. I thought you'd be back later. I was going to leave it here for you." Putting the knife down, you were just finishing having plated the meal.
"You weren't going to stay? Just make food and then leave?" Anger bubbling in his chest at the fact you refused to stay the night to worry that people would find out.
"Yes..." You whisper, watching Sergio approach and cage you between him and the counter.
He reaches down, hands grab your ass, lifts you onto the counter, and squeezes your hips.
"This is your place too. I want you here when I come home. Your paperwork spread out everywhere, lotions and anything else you want plastered around my place. But, what I want more than anything is being able to spread you wide and bury myself in you." Sergio whispers, peppering kisses over your chest, hands slipping down your pants.
"Checo....you need to eat." You gasp at the cold tile on your skin as he slowly works your pants off, staring at you.
"I am about to eat." He whispers, breaking the last of your strength as you lunge forward, capturing him in a heated kiss, having you moan into him.
Sergio pulls the rest of your pants down and off before hooking his thumbs in the sides of your panties.
"Can I?" He asks, making you blush at how he always asks permission before touching you.
"Yes." You nod, too, making him smile and getting down on his knees, pressing open-mouth kisses on your thighs.
Sergio looks up at you, face flushed and skin warm as your hips arch whenever Sergio moves closer. He smiles, knowing you have no idea that you did it without thinking. Hands gripping the counter when Sergio's hands grab your waist and yank you forward, kissing at the arch of your hips right next to your pussy.
"Sergio....please." You whimper, hating that he wasn't touching you where you craved him most.
"Why should I?" He asks, nose brushing you, making your hips jerk up, wanting some friction, but you get nothing as his hands grip you tight, making sure you barely move.
"You like to hide us, but I'm tired of it. No more hiding." He growls, licking his lips, trying to control himself from making a mess of you.
"I could lose my job, Sergio. I could lose you." The last sentence is barely a whisper, but it has the man stopping and looking up at you. The vulnerability is crystal clear in those gorgeous eyes of yours. The ones that have his heart stop when they land on him.
"You won't lose me, baby. Never." He whispers, watching his words sink in, your body relaxing and legs spread wider, feeling more at ease.
Sergio leans forward and licks a strip up you, head falling back, your fingers tangle in his hair just to play with his hair as he ate you. He moves his tongue slowly but attaches his lips to your clit, sucking it before putting your legs on his shoulders and hands on your ass, pulling you into him.
Taking his time was his favorite thing; he loved how he'd bring you to the brink of your orgasm slowly and how you'd fall apart on his tongue in such a calm and gentle way. His nose rests right against your clit, so whenever you move, his nose sends pleasure through you.
"Checo." You whisper, looking down at him as his eyes bore into your own; he pulls away, lips shiny.
"That's not my name, gatito." Your blush returns, biting your lip. It was an accident when you first called him it. During the honeymoon phase, either talking or fucking, he'd gotten you to such a point that calling him just slipped out, but it felt like heaven on your tongue and music to his ears when he was buried in you, basking in the Mexican sun.
"Daddy...please." You whine, Sergio smirking and closing his eyes as he turns you into mush.
"Fuck..." You groan, his tongue entering you before pulling away and attaching his lisp to your clit. "M...M close Daddy, please...please." Sergio hums making you shiver from the feeling before Sergio hits that sweet spot, and you moan as he watches you fall apart on his mouth.
Pulling away, he stands up and catches you as you slump forward in his arms, exhausted from the orgasm.
"Come on, let's take a bath." He whispers, but you nod, not fully aware yet of what's going on. You come too when you feel the warm water on your skin and Sergio sliding in behind you, wrapping his arms around you.
"I'm not ashamed of you." Sergio hums as you rest your head on his shoulder, turning your head so your lips are right on his jugular.
"I know that, baby." He mummers wet hand, pushing back your hair.
"They'll judge you...and say horrible things about you dating someone so much younger. I don't want that." Voicing your fears, Sergio takes them in, thinking about how he should respond.
"Don't worry. It's my job to protect you, not the other way around." He kisses you gently, but you turn around and straddle him grabbing his face and making him look at you. His eyes raking over your body before settling on your eyes, falling in love with you all over you again.
"You're my driver. I'm your engineer. It's my job to protect you, so don't tell me it's not my job, Sergio. It is." You tell him, voice stern, in the way you use when you're both at work together.
A smile spreads across his face making you roll your eyes, pecking his lips, and climb out of the tub, water dripping down your body, his eyes fucking you.
"Coming to bed, Mr. Perez?" You ask, walking into the bedroom as he ducks under the water and comes back up, his hair slicked back as he walks into the bedroom. Damn happy this was how your first night over was going.
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"Be careful." You whisper, headset resting around your neck, watching Sergio get dressed.
"Gatita, I'm going to be okay." (Kitten) He smiles, knowing you were worried about them crashing.
"Yeah, Y/n, we're going to be fine." Max's voice has both of you whipping around to face the Dutchman as he smiles brightly at the two of you. "Hurry up, we're about to start, so kiss, and let's get a move on," Max remarks, and Sergio stands up straight, his face hardening, getting ready to tell Max to shove it.
"Are you going to tell?" The fear in your voice has both RedBull drivers staring at you, Max's smile slipping away, realizing you were terrified.
"No, I was just messing with you both; I'm sorry." He reassures you, seeing Sergio calm down when you relax.
"I've got to go." You step further away from Sergio as he tries to stop you, but his fingers brush your arm as you rush out of the driver's room.
"God dammit, Max! Can you ever keep your fucking mouth shut?" Sergio snaps at the Dutchman, who nods, walking out so he doesn't anger Sergio anymore.
"Woah, hey, careful, Y/n." Hannah grabs your arms, stopping you as you take a deep breath to calm yourself.
"Sorry. Let's go before we're late." You move out of her hold as you hear Sergio call for you and move fast, ducking to the pit wall and sitting on your chair, the cameras panning to you automatically.
Hannah follows and sits next to you, both of you pulling on your headphones, looking behind you, seeing Sergio staring at you and holding up the rock and roll sign. But you knew better; he told you he loved you in sign language, a way to talk without people knowing.
Turning around, you watch the cars file out and get started on the track. 5 deep breaths to settle your nerves as you hear the loud ticking and the engines roar to life as they take off. Watching the screens, you see Max has a great start, but Sergio's is slightly off, and you automatically check that everything is okay.
Everything comes back normal. Hannah talked to Max and then Sergio, giving them what strategy to do and letting her know if they needed to change. The race continues until lap 42, where everything goes to hell.
You look up seeing Sergio's car collide with Geroge's. They were battling over P2 and slammed into a corner, and you can't help but freeze seeing Sergio's car flip and roll over multiple times and hit the barrier.
Seezing up, you don't think twice before hitting his button to speak to him.
"Checo? You okay?" You release the button waiting for the answer, but you get nothing.
"Checo? Hit a button or something to let me know you're okay?" You watch the screen seeing the camera zoom in, and you see no movement.
"Sergio, please answer." You beg softly, everyone waiting with batted breath.
"Cariño!" You cry into the mic, just wanting to hear his voice, a click, anything to tell you he is alive.
Christian and Hannah share a look and move to pull you off the pit wall, but they know damn well it'd be a fight to remove you. The rest of the cars file on the pit lane as marshals move quick to the car, but you close your eyes, unable to see them drag him out unmoving.
"Y/n." Hannah gasped, holding your arm, making your eyes fly open and see Sergio climbing out of the car with tense movement.
"Oh god." Sobbing behind your mouth, you unplug yourself from the pit wall and run to the medics, Hannah behind you.
The doors fly open as you are about to run into them, pulling Sergio in, the doctors and nurses surrounding him. Max flies right behind you and moves, holding you still as you lunge for him.
"Let me go." You sob, wanting to hold Sergio, but Max keeps his grip tight.
"Stop. They're helping him. You'll just get in the way." Max whispers, your voice of reason as Hannah holds you tight, trying to keep you together as you watch Sergio get checked out.
"He has to go to the hospital, but you can talk to him before he goes." You only let the person finish after bursting into the room.
"Te amo. I love you." You rush out, leaning over him as he opens his eyes slowly, but winces from the pounding in his head.
"Te amo." He whispers, feeling the tears hit his face. He wants nothing more than to hold you, but even talking hurts.
"Y/n, he's got to go, and we have a job," Hannah whispers, pulling you back as you hold his hand kissing it multiple times.
"Te amo." You whisper one last time as you watch the nurses load Sergio into the ambulance.
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Sergio came home after a week in the hospital with a fractured wrist that was healing nicely, and you shut down Sergio coming back to race just yet, letting Daniel race the next 3 races.
"My radio was disconnected." You turn around, looking at Sergio lying on the bed, watching the crash, wanting to see what went wrong.
"I know." You move into the bedroom and climb on the bed, careful so you don't hurt him, still sore from the crash.
"Your radio calls to me went viral; people know now." You roll your eyes, seeing the goofy smile covering his face, but you are still weary of talking about the absolute terror that took over you that day.
"I don't care anymore. I'm just glad you're here." Moving, you lay your head on his stomach, his uninjured hand petting your hair as you curl up more into him.
"Good." You smile as you drift off to Sergio's heartbeat and fingers in your hair.
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Sergio was back to racing, and the media was in full force. Thankfully, you could arrive before the press, but Sergio wouldn't be coming till later, and this was the first time since the wreck that the two of you had been apart.
Looking over some data, you look at one of the screens and freeze when you see a camera in your face and a reporter walking up to you.
"Ms. L/N? I'm shocked you still have a job, especially after sleeping with one of the Red Bull drivers." Groaning, you turn to face one of the problematic journalists in the paddock, you wanted to avoid them, but the universe wasn't in your favor today.
"Go away. You don't even have access to be in the garage." You reply cooly, not wanting to lose your temper in front of a camera.
"I'm just asking if that's how you got your job. Riding dick?" After several deep breaths, you remind yourself not to respond.
"It's sad that people work so hard to get where you are, and you're up for that promotion at such a young age. Guess if you're good at sucking di-" The journalist's voice stops when someone grabs them and slams them against the wall.
The music stops, and no one moves as your eyes widen, seeing a very pissed-off Sergio pinning the person into the wall.
"The fuck did you just say to her?" Sergio stares at the person wanting to bash his head in but controls his anger slightly.
"I-" "Actually, don't answer that. How fucking dare you say that shit to her. She didn't get this job; what was it you said? Riding dick? She worked her damn ass off to get where she is, and you want to stir shit by saying she got it that way? I know what the media is saying about me. I'm fucking her to get the better care or strategy or whatever. I could care less what anyone says about me, but it becomes personal when you involve her in those disgusting rumors. Stay the fuck away from her, and keep her name out of your mouth." Sergio pulls the person off the wall and throws them out of the garage.
"Get back to work!" Sergio snaps the music coming back on as he turns to you and drags you away into a private corner.
"Sergio." Hearing your voice, he stops and pushes into a wall, gently covering your body with his own.
"You're terrific, and you got this job on your own. I don't care what they're saying about me, okay? The work you've done here....fuck, it's the reason I love you, how driven and motivated you are to do good for this team. I'll defend to the end, please, please ignore them." He begs as you look away from him, those dark thoughts creeping in, but you know it isn't true, but it still hurts.
"Hey. Look at me." He lifts your chin, making you look at him.
"I know that none of it is true, but...." He sighs, putting pressure on you by leaning on you, knowing pressure calmed you down.
"Kitten, I know. But, I'll defend you till the end. If they say something wrong to you, I'll slap them with a lawsuit." The laugh breaks free from you, making Sergio chuckle at his stupid lawsuit line.
"Thank you, but I got this job on my own. Though I like doing those things to you, my brain got me here, not giving it." You tease, making Sergio laugh loudly before kissing you.
"Hey guys, let's go," Hannah yells, the both of you pulling away the whole garage watching, but they're all smiling as you move to the pit wall. You pass Christian and Helmut.
"Told you. You owe me 30 bucks." Christian smirks, making Helmut groan.
"Dammit." You laugh but stop seeing the camera on you. You turn around, giving Sergio your sign.
I love you
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Imagine:
Platonic Yandere Spider-man/Miguel O'Hara with a Mami!Spider!Reader
Plot Summery: Platonic Miguel O'hara with a spider-person that's like Mami from Madoka Magica (the TV series mainly)
This Contains: ‼️MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE MADOKA MAGICA TV SERIES & ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE‼️ Major character deaths (reader death/character death), angst, yandere themes, violence. Not proofread.
Note(s): Although the show focuses around magical girls, this is meant to GN!! I just loved the movies (watched them both for the first time) and had to write about it!
Miguel would be a very protective and controlling yandere. He's afraid something will happen to you, as it has many times before. You're not sure when it happened, but Miguel grew extremely attached to you. Perhaps you've been with him for an incredibly long time, or maybe your kind and friendly yet brave facade have warmed his walled heart. Either way, Miguel has become very overprotective. He refuses to let anything happen to you.
That said, your skills, magical abilities, strategic mindset, and leadership skills make you one of his best. So oftentimes, but reluctantly, he'll send you off on missions to ensure the steady flow of Canon Events in different universes, as well as other tasks. You're extremely efficient in your role, and while it does sadden you to watch it happen, you trust Miguel's judgement. He doesn't put you on missions he knows you won't be able to handle, and you're almost always guaranteed to not to encounter any other magical girls/boys on your missions.
Miguel knows you need Grief Seeds to cleanse your Soul Gem after using your magic, but that doesn't change the fact he hates when you go off to go hunt down witches. It terrifies him actually. He knows you're more then capable, but that doesn't erase the fear, so he'll oftentimes either accompany you or have someone go with you just to be safe. He will also pester you to use your Grief Seed when you need it, and probably hordes a bunch just in case.
Miguel knows about witches, how they're really magical girls/boys who had their gems corrupted. How they're just used and discarded by the incubators. And he knows how fragile your mind is. So for that, he makes sure to control the information that gets fed to you.
Miguel despises Kyubey and has tried, and failed at, getting rid of him. Not only does he know that Kyubey is using you, but he's jealous that you're so attentive and kind to it. How you care about it like a close friend. If only you knew, but Miguel won't ever dare to tell you the truth of Kyubey. He just tries to keep you away from him as much as he can.
The only peace he ever has is when you're enjoying a wonderful teatime together, preferably (almost strictly) when it's just you and him. The delicious tea, desserts, and your pleasantness is a fresh breath of air for Miguel every time. It's the only time that he's ever felt so… at peace. So content in this little bubble you both share. For just a moment, he can forget the ripping multiverse.
It's moments like these that make everything he's doing and has done worth it. You're a lonely person, so having a constant like Miguel in your life is absolutely welcomed. Miguel is also a lonely man, even if he doesn't say it aloud. You're both alone, but you have each other. And for Miguel, that's absolutely perfect.
Miguel really loves you. He absolutely does, although it can be hard at times for him to express it. Just know he loves you so much. And hopefully nothing happens to you, because Miguel wouldn't be able to handle it.
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If you do end up meeting your tragic end, however. Miguel is broken even more. He worked so hard to make sure you were happy, safe, and that your Soul Gem was clean. He did so much, but it wasn't enough to save you.
If you died, it's likely the shock at meeting a witch who actually counters you is too much of a shock for you to act in time. If Miguel is with you during this, then no doubt his instincts kick in before yours does. But it's too late, your head is in the jaw of the witch, your Soul Gem is shattered, and your body is devoured. The look of devastation on his face is heartbreaking, but it is quickly replaced with a need for revenge. He's not thinking clearly when he goes to attack the witch. All he wants is blood. And he will get it.
If you eventually learn the truth about magical girls/boys, how they're destined to be witches, and how Miguel had been withholding that knowledge to you, you break. And you go on a rampage, killing countless spider-men/women in your path in effort to save the innocent, having lost your mind to insanity. Miguel tries to calm you down, tries to reason with you, but it's no use. You're not listening, and worse yet you're trying to kill him too.it doesn't help that, while your mind is fracture, you're still a strategist. If Miguel is forced to kill you, he would never forgive himself. He'll never forget crushing your Soul Gem in his hands, and watching as your body went absolutely limp. He feels disgusted in himself.
If you become a witch, Miguel can't bring himself to kill you. He can't do it, so he locks you up in one of his cages instead. A part of him knows that you're not there anymore, that you're just a monster now. But the rest of him either denies this reality, choosing to instead believe you're still ib there, or simply can't bring itself to finish you off. He watches as your witch form behaves in such a similar kind and inviting manner, although he knows the wickedness behind its welcoming ribboney arms. It hurts.
In either of these scenarios, Miguel doesn't get a happy ending. Either situation just scars him badly, makes him colder, more irrational in his anger. He'll never be the same, not without his baby.
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Hellooo ^_^ I hope you’re having a lovely day so far! For the event, can I order 🍉 ⭐️ with TodoBaku Lee Baku? You can do anything you want, including changing the ⭐️ if you’d like ^-^ I’m not picky about the situation. No feet tickles please! Thank you 🩵
🍋 Lemonade Special Order 🍋
Since you said you didn't mind me changing the ⭐, I decided to swap it for 🥡 - mostly because I've had a lot of stargazing requests and wanted to shake it up a bit while keeping your scenario kind of similar. Hope you enjoy! ^^
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Todoroki felt incredibly content. How could he not? He was lying under the warm spring sun with his beautiful, hotheaded boyfriend, snuggled up on his chest with the other boy’s arm wrapped around his waist. It was so calming and comforting. He loved moments like this, even more because they were so rare. While the picnic had been his idea, the cuddling had been Bakugou’s, and he felt he could die happy in this moment and have no regrets.
“Should have had waffles,” the blonde murmured.
Todoroki considered a moment, then decided he didn’t know what he meant and said, “Huh?”’
“We’re being such saps right now. We could make our own syrup and have waffles.”
The half-and-half hero snorted. “Look at you, showing off your knowledge.”
“Do you not know that syrup comes from certain trees?”
“Hush.” Todoroki nuzzled his boyfriend’s chest and pinched his ribs. “Let me enjoy this without your smart mouth ruining it.”
“Oi, don’t call me a smart mouth—hey!” Bakugou shot his free arm down protectively when Todoroki began pinching him with more purpose. “Knohohock it off!”
“I told you to hush. You’re ruining the moment.” Todoroki remain stubbornly where he was, effectively trapping at least one of Bakugou’s arms as he pinched up and down his ribs, making the blonde jerk and giggle despite himself. The peppermint boy smiled at the sound.
“Asshohohohole! I’ll ruhuhuin the moment more if you keheheheheep tickling me!”
Without another word, Todoroki strategically darted to scribble into the side of Bakugou he was laying on, making it so that he couldn’t stop him with either of his arms anymore thanks to their positioning. The snort the blonde let out made his heart leap, and he grinned as his partner squirmed and tried to hold back his giggles.
“Okay, okahahahahay, I’ll shuhuhuhut up about sahahahahap!” Bakugou whined after a few moments, tapping Todoroki’s shoulder in a gesture of submission. “Shohohohohohoto!”
Todoroki slowed to a stop, then wrapped his arm around his partner’s middle and hugged him closer, determined to snuggle him even more now. “You’re so warm.”
Bakugou scoffed. “Again with the sap—”
This time when Todoroki struck, it was with sudden, playful determination. He swung a leg over to trap the blonde where he was and dove his hand into his boyfriend’s armpit, making him screech and toss his head back as laughter spilled out of him beyond his control.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! OKAY I’LL STOHOHOHOHOHOP I PROHOHOHOHOHOMISE!! SHOTO!!” Bakugou cried, struggling to no avail. He cackled as his partner found the sweet spot between his armpit and ribs, making his whole body spasm with ticklishness, a shriek flying past his lips. “FUHUHUHUHUHUCK!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”
With a satisfied smirk, Todoroki flopped down on top of him and curled up again, nuzzling him even more now. “That’s more like it.”
“Tch. All right, all right. Come here, snuggles.” The blonde wrapped both arms and legs around him in a cuddly trap that made the other boy visibly melt. Bakugou smiled softly at him. “You’re cute, you know? Something so simple makes you so happy.”
Todoroki hummed contentedly, smiling as well. He didn’t say anything in response; he merely soaked up the moment while it lasted. Bakugou cuddling him was a rarity he didn’t want to miss a single second of.
The warm sun on the remains of their shared picnic together wasn’t so bad, either.
#fanfiction#tickle drabble#coffee shots#lemonade event#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha#mha#todoroki shoto#bakugou katsuki#todobaku#playful#cute#fluff#cuddles#tickling#ticklish#tickle
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Oooh fit in the fuga universe is so interesting too! I wonder how their relationships would be affected by being in Alcatraz. Also, what would Cell and fit think of each other if they met in that time instead of in the future in quesadilla island! There is so much potential in this idea!!
hm I feel a little better now so I can think about the idea more. and writing the first bit this is already kind of long and I have a lot more to say so I think this will be going under a cut lol \o/
also just to be clear there’ll be no spoilers for my 2bxfuga fic this is just me expanding on an idea for the reverse I came up with earlier
I think it’s much harder to make work than the other way around but also this is fanfic so who cares. fit has been in normal society before going to 2b2t and hasn’t been there for as long as on qsmp by the time he gets out. I think he adjusts fairly quickly to the rules but not in his mindset (probably similar to on the island but there’s a difference of everyone around him could still be enemies so he’s not as chill)
fit and cell would be especially interesting to me. I think they would immediately size each other up as being from similar places (kill or be killed places: the war versus the wasteland) and they’d either get along really well because of this familiarity or they’d hate each other. i think you could honestly argue for both ways but for a fitpac story fit and cell hating each other makes more sense
imagine them seeing the new guy come in and he’s immediately pretty cold to cell specifically. also he looks buff and capable as fuck and he’s in for murder \o/ think them trying to hire a gang to protect themselves from cell. maybe they approach him and go “hey we don’t like this guy that you don’t like—how about we team up?”
would fit agree to this? well I think out of his comfort zone in a prison where he doesn’t speak the language (and with pac asking) he’d agree. purely strategic not at all because pac was the one asking (okay maybe a little because it was pac)
fitpac interlude: pac seems pretty into polyamory so I don’t think whatever he has going on with fit will change what’s going on with cell but it might make him think twice about it/might not make it so extreme. I always use the idea that fuga takes place over a year so pac flirting with cell is partially to try and get him to not just kill them whenever he gets mad at them. having the slowburn with fit could just make his feelings for cell less genuine but wouldn’t stop the flirting (pac flirting with prison guards and bobinho even now that he’s dating fit)
mike is honestly probably relieved by this and even though he doesn’t trust fit as much he warms up to him a lot quicker than in my 2bxfuga fic I would say. as now pac has some other hot violent guy to fall in love with and this one doesn’t want to kill him. plus they haven’t had all their horrible experiences with cell yet so the two being similar in his mind doesn’t ring any alarm bells (unlike in the fic) and by the time it would, he already trusts fit
they probably don’t tell him about the escape plans until much later on and they trust him more. and then escape plans have to be delayed to account for another person. I’m not sure how much it would change of the overall plot because to me the biggest plot points are: 1) pac loses a leg 2) they escape—and I wouldn’t want to get rid of either of these
maybe they manage to escape without bringing cell with them? abandoning him at the prison instead of island? maybe JV survives? But then they wouldn’t bring Guaxinim with them… I’m not sure. if I ever wrote something for this it wouldn’t be like what I’m writing with the other version of the au now it’d just be a oneshot maybe. I already have two multi-chaptered fics I’m balancing I don’t think I could manage another lol
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cw: fantasy!au shoto x princess!reader, implied quasi-arranged marriage, some place names i made up for my au <3
Court ladies, particularly the ones that are of your age, marriage-eligible and plagued by thoughts of wedded bliss, are notorious for embellishing stories. Especially those that concern men, especially those that concern those rich and powerful men, and most of all those who are thought to be blessed with powerful magic.
The prince who hails from the Terras Magi far away, whose personal history already sounds like the stuff of fairytales, is one of these bountiful sources of mystery and fantasy. Third in line to the throne after the original crown prince of their hidden kingdom went mad and after the second prince disappeared into the night, the mage prince is thought to have strategically kept himself hidden away from the remainder of the continent, declining to partake in the many royal conferences held over the year. Few have seen him in the flesh, aside from the reported occasional meetings with prince Bakugou of the highlands, who somewhat begrudgingly claims to be his friend.
However, that changes tonight. You will meet him, and you are expected to charm him, as princess of Phulblume, to consider forge a stronger alliance with that part of the world that has remained closed off and uninterested in the much more mortal remainder -
and there is no greater alliance than matrimony.
Yet, the thought of courtship tires you immensely. You’ve been in love before, and lost it, accepting that a relationship between a future Queen and her Knight would cause more harm than good; your previously furtive glances, held too long across the court of flowers, have now been reduced to averse, split second looks. You cannot bear to lay eyes on him and neither can he on you.
Love is laid to rest, and you expect not to be impressed by another man ever again.
And yet, the mage prince is everything you’d heard and more.
The prince arrives with his older sister in tow, who watches him carefully, not to protect him but as though to mind his manners for him. He bows before the throne where your father and mother sit, where you stand in polite wait and then curtsy.
As he introduces himself to the court, you find yourself waiting for him to look at you. He doesn’t immediately, and you notice the red and white of his hair, starker in contrast to his sister’s gently swept locks. She is radiant despite the gentle frost that follows her, and it is reminiscent of the first snow of the season, the kind that is too gentle to accumulate but warns you that storms may approach soon. She turns to you and smiles, and you curtsy politely, your cheeks warming.
Then he turns, as though instinctively following his sister’s lead, and he sees you. There is a split second of hesitation as your eyes meet. He forgets to bow and you forget to curtsy, perhaps because you are both feeling out each other with your souls.
You are earth and he is both water and flame.
You catch yourself first, starting your curtsy, and he takes your hand and bows deeply, his eyes falling to the ground at your feet.
“I am pleased to meet you, your Highness.”
The pleasure is all mine, you think and forget to say. His voice reminds you of the gentle crackle of firewood on cold nights as a child, sat comfortably in the lap of your mother as she reads your favorite book.
His sister watches carefully, and you think of morning dew.
“I am glad you have arrived safely,” you can hear your father, the King, announce. Prince Shoto has not stopped looking at you, although your gloved fingers no longer touch. Princess Fuyumi nudges him gently, then speaks first.
“We are thankful to have been invited to your kingdom on behalf of our country,” she cuts in when Shoto remains mute. He seems to snap back into attention at the sound of her voice. He nods.
“We look forward to tonight’s gala and to what you have to show us in Phulblume,” he adds.
He glances at you again, and you look away, your face warming, and wonder if it’s his magic, or something else.
#shoto x reader#shoto todoroki x reader#fantasy!au shoto x reader#mimi's notes#daydreams: bnha#thoughts: shoto
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Male RO's:
1. Crown Prince Grendor Verdantcliff
He is a figure of regal allure and rugged charm. His eyes, as deep and mysterious as the mountain caves, hold a wisdom that belies his youthful appearance. His hair, dark as the night sky, falls in waves to his broad shoulders. Standing tall with an air of authority, his physique is a testament to years of rigorous training and mountainous adventures.
His intellect is as sharp as the peaks that surround his kingdom. He possesses an uncanny ability to strategize and lead, qualities that have earned him the respect of his people. His voice, deep and resonant, echoes through the halls of the castle, commanding attention.
Despite his royal duties, Grendor is known for his adventurous spirit. He often disappears into the mountains for days, exploring hidden trails and seeking solace in the wilderness. His love for his kingdom is evident in his dedication to its people and its land.
Grendor's attire is a reflection of his kingdom - sturdy boots made from the hide of mountain beasts, a cloak as green as the mossy rocks, and a crown carved from a rare mineral only found in the depths of the mountain.
In all aspects, Crown Prince Grendor Verdantcliff is not just a leader but also a symbol of the mountain kingdom - steadfast, majestic, and full of mysteries waiting to be discovered.
2. Crown Prince Thalassar Aetherisles
He is a figure as complex as the sea that surrounds his realm. His eyes, a striking blue, mirror the tempestuous nature of the ocean, reflecting his volatile temperament. His sun-kissed skin and windswept hair are a testament to his island heritage, but they belie a demeanor that is anything but warm.
Thalassar is known for his short temper, which can flare up as suddenly and unpredictably as a tropical storm. His words can be cutting, his attitude dismissive. He carries himself with an air of superiority that some might find off-putting. His selfishness is evident in his actions, often prioritizing his own desires over the needs of others.
Yet beneath this challenging exterior lies a man shaped by the unique pressures of his position. His snobbish demeanor masks a fierce determination to protect his kingdom and its traditions. His selfishness could be seen as a form of self-preservation, necessary for someone born into a role filled with responsibilities and expectations.
In essence, Crown Prince Thalassar Aetherisles is much like the sea that defines his kingdom - beautiful yet unpredictable, calm one moment and stormy the next.
3. Crown Prince Kazuki Stormcrown
He is a paradox of a man, embodying both the storm’s fury and its tranquility. His eyes, dark and intense, hold an arrogance that can be as off-putting as a thunderstorm. He carries himself with an air of superiority, firmly believing in the supremacy of his people over others.
Yet, beneath this veneer of arrogance lies a man of honor. Kazuki is known for his politeness, treating everyone he encounters with respect, regardless of their status. His words, though often laced with pride, are always measured and courteous.
His kindness is as refreshing as a calm after a storm. He is generous to his people, always ready to lend a helping hand to those in need. His actions reflect his deep sense of responsibility towards his kingdom and its people.
Despite his belief in his people’s superiority, Kazuki is not blind to their flaws. He strives to lead by example, hoping to inspire them to rise above their shortcomings and reach their full potential.
In essence, Crown Prince Kazuki Stormcrown is a man of contrasts - arrogant yet kind, prideful yet honorable. Much like a storm, he can be both formidable and awe-inspiring.
4. Bastard Prince Aelius Coralhelm (Special RO)
He is a man marked by his past. His eyes, as cold and unforgiving as the sea during a storm, rarely reveal his emotions. His body, a canvas of scars, tells a story of countless battles and hardships. A long scar on his face serves as a constant reminder of a past he'd rather forget.
Aelius is known for his quiet demeanor. He speaks sparingly, choosing to let his actions speak louder than his words. His cold personality can be off-putting to some, but those who know him understand that it's a shield, a way to protect himself from the world that has often been cruel to him.
Despite his troubled past, Aelius is a formidable warrior. He spends most of his time training and fighting, honing his skills to perfection. His strength and resilience are admired by many, even if they find his methods and lifestyle questionable.
When he's not training or fighting, Aelius can often be found in brothels, seeking solace in the bottom of a bottle or the company of others. He's a heavy drinker, using alcohol as an escape from the demons of his past.
Because of his scars and excessive drinking, he looks much older than he is. The lines on his face tell tales of battles fought and storms weathered. Yet beneath the hardened exterior lies a spirit that refuses to be broken.
In essence, Bastard Prince Aelius Coralhelm is a man shaped by his experiences - hardened by life's trials, yet still standing strong against the tide.
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I am wondering if you have any thoughts/head-canon/ideas about Minisa Tully and Lyarra Stark. I always get a little sad thinking about them and how GRRM won't give the fandom any info on either of them.
It’s criminal that grrm says so little about them. Like we know a lot of things about Hoster and Rickard but absolutely nothing about their wives. So here are my visions of who they were
Okay so Lyarra was half Flint of the mountains and Old Nan tells Bran that’s where he got the climbing from. Which makes me think that perhaps Lyarra, like Lyanna and Arya, was not as traditional of a lady as is expected. The way I see her she got the wolf’s blood from her Stark father, but maybe wasn’t quite as strong willed as her daughter. In my head she has the Stark look, but with more typically handsome features. Brandon got his looks from her, not Rickard. I think she was a firm, but kind mother that cared for her children’s success and that she agreed with Rickard on fostering both Ned and Brandon. She wanted all four of her children to be prepared for the world so that they would be, you know, strong enough to survive the winter.
I imagine her marriage to Rickard wasn’t a love match and that they never really fell in love, but that they cared for one another in a friendly way and respected each other as life partners. She was his lady wife and his advisor, but not his love. That respect means she can disagree with him without it being too big of a deal and that he valued her advise even as he sometimes thought her to be a little too hotheaded.
Lyarra was well liked among the northern people and quite social and outgoing. Quick to make jokes and smile while also not being a people pleaser. Could perhaps be seen as a little mean sometimes.
We have no pointer as to when or how she died (according to the wiki it might have been as late as 299AC lol), but I headcanon she died of sickness shortly before or after Ned was sent to be fostered in the Eyrie because that means a very big shift in the family. It could also be why Ned chooses not to think of it too much because it was overall quite a painful time of his life as he was separated from his family in the middle of losing his mother. The little Starks that remained in Winterfell and Rickard all mourned her deeply and tried to find support in each other. Her death was swift and unexpected as she was a strong and lively person. One day she was fine, the next she had perished.
Minisa, on the other hand, I think was a softer person in general. Not too soft though because she was a Whent and I just know something is up there. Like she grew up in Harrenhal, there were ghosts in her childhood home. The way I picture her she has a sort of haunted look over her because of being quite pale and thin with big and sort of sad eyes. This made even worse later in life when she had lost so many babies. Still considered a beautiful woman by most, though.
The marriage to Hoster is a strategic move from her family, it’s not a love match. I think they did come to love one another over time though, but that Hoster’s obsession with a male heir made him subconsciously value that over Minisa. Minisa, being all about her duty and really wanting to give her husband a healthy son, never protested against his continued attempts at having a son even as each of her pregnancies were very hard on her and that she grew weaker with every birth. I see it as sort of a Viserys/Aemma situation. It’s canon that eventually it was childbirth that killed her, even as she had already given birth to Edmure.
She was a softer parent than Hoster and was very protective of the children she had that actually survived. I think (might be misremembering) that Catelyn remembers her as being warm and gentle. Before Edmure was born I think Catelyn became very much Hoster’s kid due to being his presumed heir for the time and so Minisa doted a lot on Lysa because Lysa was more hers. Can see her turning into a little bit of a boy mom, much to little Lysa’s dismay, after Edmure was born due to the relief of actually having given birth to a male heir. Still she was keen on her two younger children not growing up too quickly the way Catelyn was doing.
Most everyone liked her. She made an effort to always be kind and gentle and stuck to the social rules. Maybe she became more drawn back later in her life due to becoming weaker and more sickly after her numerous difficult pregnancies. When she wasn’t too weary she enjoyed tending to the flower in the gardens surrounding the sept. Only after her death did they become known as Minisa’s gardens.
After her death Riverrun became a colder place as she brought a warmth to the castle that Hoster couldn’t quite do himself. Hoster, even as he was the reason for her death, mourned her deeply and ended up leaning on Catelyn due to her being the oldest one. Of his three children she looks the most like his late wife.
#do i tag this?#sure why not#lyarra stark#minisa tully#if anyone has different or additional thoughts feel free to add on or send an ask ^_^
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The ending of this chapter hurts so much, but that’s because Hugo set it up so well.
We start off with heart-warming images like this one:
“He clearly perceived this truth, the foundation of his life henceforth, that so long as she was there, so long as he had her near him, he should need nothing except for her, he should fear nothing except for her. He was not even conscious that he was very cold, since he had taken off his coat to cover her.”
We’re aware that their state isn’t ideal (it’s cold), but their love takes priority; Valjean doesn’t notice the harsh weather because he’s so consumed by love for his daughter that nothing else matters. This is also mixed with an image of sacrifice; Valjean is cold without his coat, but since Cosette is all that matters to him, he keeps the coat on her and suffers instead (although it’s not really suffering, exactly - again, he doesn’t feel it because his love for her is stronger than the cold).
The spookiness of the previous chapters is still present. When someone walks out into the garden, they’re not described as a person, but as “a being resembling a man,” maintaining this Gothic atmosphere. However, this is immediately contextualized within Valjean’s psychology - his “unhappiness” makes him suspicious of everything - and more tangible fears (like Javert), suggesting an end to the supernatural terrors of the past few chapters.
We end, of course, on a very real fear: Cosette dying. She seems so tranquil throughout the chapter, staying “asleep” even as Valjean moves around and returns to his strategizing. It’s only when Valjean touches her freezing hands that he realizes this might not be a healthy sleep. That moment is very visceral, especially because of its reliance on touch (which has served as a sign of trust between them - Cosette constantly holds his hands) and because of the parallels to when Valjean first found her. There’s no equivalence between her earlier state and her condition now. Cosette was abused before, but she’s now literally clothed in Valjean’s love. Still, it’s notable that one of her main identifying features in Montfermeil was that she was cold because she was only dressed in rags and had to go out, even in winter, without anything warmer to wear. Valjean’s love makes a difference, but one person can only do so much against circumstance.
It’s similar to the situation with his sister’s children. Although we know that they were loved and cared for, most of them probably died (we only even see one of them again, and we don’t know if they survived after that, especially since they, too, were cold). Hugo’s not going to say love isn’t important - love is what binds this novel together - but love between family members doesn’t end poverty or prejudice. That’s a societal kind of love that’s absent here, and that absence might kill Cosette. The contrast is particularly immediate here. We begin with Valjean’s overpowering love for Cosette - a love that makes him immune to his own suffering - and end with the possibility that the love defining his entire existence might be extinguished because society doesn’t value him enough (as an ex-convict) to protect him and his daughter. It’s a brutal indictment of society.
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your highness ☆— p. sunghoon
synopsis ➔ sunghoon isn’t tricked by the princess into attending a party and he is tricked into a kiss.
pairing ➔ royal!fem!reader x bodyguard!sunghoon
genre ➔ fluff, royal!au
word count ➔ tba.
warnings ➔ 3rd person, protective sunghoon, mentions of poison, reader can order sunghoon to do whatever she pleases (but she doesn’t really use it against him)
a/n ➔ had an idea and wanted to write it as fast as i could so sorry if it’s shit. also it’s not proof read/edited. live laugh love royal sunghoon
“And remind me what your duties are as my bodyguard?”
Y/n presses further, already skimming through her large closet for the perfect dress for the masquerade. Sunghoon, dressed in his perfectly ironed uniform of a navy suit with gold and gleaming accents, crosses his arms and gives her a stern look through her vanity mirror, which reveals her cheeky grin.
He bites back a groan before monotonously replying, “Abide by your orders, no matter what.”
She giggles shortly, “Aaaand what did I order you to do?”, her hands find a pale pink dress, not too fancy or plain. A perfect middle. Sunghoon sticks to his position in the doorway, not keeping an eye off of her and the surroundings, and sighs. He riffles a hand through his chestnut hair (another ‘order’ from the Princess, she thought it’d suit him,) and places his hand in his pant pockets, just above his sword.
“I’m not taking you to that party. Another one of my duties is to keep you safe, no matter what.” Her shoulders slump at his stern words. She makes her way to her bed with a pout and hangs the pretty dress over her hand. Y/n was in simple winter pyjamas, not at all like a princess.
But she could be dressed in a potato sack and she’d still look like a princess to him.
Sunghoon finally leaves his post and walks into her room to stand over her, looking down with the same look he gives to people at the parties he actually lets her attend.
“Those rules contradict each other.” She says.
“Doesn’t everything?” He replies.
Ever since he was assigned her bodyguard at 16, he knew he wouldn’t ever give up his position. Y/n was a natural royal. Kind, loyal, perfect etiquette and perfect look. But as the years went on, the pair discovered more about eachother. How he could be comfortable staying in a castle away from his family, how she could handle being watched 24/7 with barely any freedom. Their friendship blossomed. Sunghoon would protect her, and she would protect him. Mainly from her father, who was constantly asking her to fire him after a simple mistake.
She wasn’t just a princess to him, but his princess. His queendom. And it hurt every time he had to build the walls higher.
“Exactly. It’s a masquerade. Nobody will know each other. If anything, it’s the safest party I could possibly attend.”
Y/n pulls a lip by her pearly white teeth and looks up at Sunghoon with pleading eyes. Something she had perfected. But sadly, he was the one who watched her perfect it.
“I’m sorry, your highness.”
He unlocks his arms and almost reached out for her, before she stands, closing their distance in a split second. She smells like vanilla, and it’s the only thing he can think of. He can’t even comprehend her breath lining up with his neck.
“At least stay until I’m ready to sleep. I know it’s not protocol as the time spent until then is usually spent alone, but my parents and the other guards are not here.” She whispers, blinking slowly as she awaits his reply. He falters,
“I can’t, you know that.”
“You can’t do anything with me. Can you?”
“I cannot stay in your room other than to protect you.”
“If anything I am at my most vulnerable when unconscious.”
He sighs because he knows she’s aware of the immense amount of security that’s strategically placed around the castle grounds, just not at her doors.
“Would you feel more comfortable if I stood outside?” He proposed.
She wanted more. She wanted him to stay close, like they were now, but warm and dreaming under the covers. She wanted him to hold her as she fell into slumber, she wanted to help him pull through the nightmares she heard him complain about to other guards.
But he’s already stepped back, taking her silence as defeat. Sunghoon’s uniformed back is turned before she can say goodnight, but luckily he can sense her urge.
“Goodnight, Your Highness.” He looks back with expecting eyes, and goes to close the wooden door, before she stops him with a hand.
Her eyes flutter before walking to her nightstand. She grabs an unopened packet of lip balm encased in a tin barrel. It’s red and shiny, and she brings it to her body guard. “I need you to try this for me. To make sure it isn’t poisoned.”
He smiles tiredly for the first time that night, and nods. He secretly loathed the way this night was coming to an end. She passes it to him carefully, and he takes it with the same gentleness. His long fingers open the tin, and take a small piece of it.
Sunghoon looks up at her and swipes the balm slowly over his already peachy lips, watching her watch him with intent.
He smacks his lips once, quietly, before closing the lid and swiping his tongue onto his bottom lip, testing the taste. It’s strawberry, and as he slowly closes the distance between him and the princess, just like she did moments before, she’s sure she can smell it.
“What will you do if it’s poison?” He asks in a whisper, eyes faltering towards her own lips. She doesn’t need the product, he thinks.
“I’ll kiss it off.” She replies.
He gulps and his breaths start catching in the air. Her scent causes him to forget his duties completely. The moment is silent for a moment, before he lies,
“I think I’m feeling lightheaded, Your Highness.”
Sunghoon places his delicate hands on her waist, and she places her own on his shoulders. In a swift and smooth movement, he moved one hand behind her head and smoothes her hair. His now red lips hover over hers, and she can feel his minty breath playing with her own.
He stops.
“Your highness, this goes against protocol.”
She looks up at him only for a moment, shaking her head slightly.
“Sunghoon. I order you to kiss me.”
His smooth lips meet hers, and suddenly everything comes crashing down. All of the rules, protocols and regulations are broken, and in that moment neither of them care.
Sunghoon removes himself, an uncomfortable feeling of excitement and dread drag his shoulders down, and she can sense it just by his grip. He has ruined his own life by making it a thousand times better. He almost looks pitiful as he replays his decisions and envisions the consequences.
“Sunghoon,” she whispers, taking him out of the silent dilemma he was over thinking
“Your highness.”
“Kiss me again.” And when he doesn’t, “please.”
Their lips connect again, and Sunghoon moves them both forward to close the door behind him, his hands find their way to her waist again and they both sigh in contentment.
“Your highness, I…” he pauses scrunches his eyes together, blinking them open and looking at her with too much adoration and love that any of his words could explain. He attempted it though, “I… love you. And I won’t stop loving you until there’s a hole through the Earth and the Moon has passed through it.”
He stops for a gulp, watching her closely,
“Your highness.” It is outrageous. A guard confessing to a royal.
But in that tight and warm moment, they both feel as if they are equal in every way possible.
“Sunghoon, I know it’s against protocol but, I feel the same.”
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hello my love 🥰🥰 may i request please a 27. sharing an umbrella in the rain, or a coat/blanket in the cold for our beloved piarles? 💕
hi Jully babeeee💕💕 Thank you so much for sending in a prompt, this was veeeery cute to write!! Here's a deleted scene from chapter 4 of the football au, between the ribbon scene and the game vs Max🥰
romance prompts
The rain starts pouring when there’s still thirty minutes left of practice, the sky darkening with ominous clouds.
(Considering it’s their last practice before the match against the Netherlands, it doesn’t feel like a very good sign.)
It starts slowly, non-threatening, but it picks up rapidly and suddenly Charles is drenched and cold, the kind of cold that seeps into your bones and barely lets you think. He thought he’d gotten used to Slovakia, but he was wrong. His last drills are shit, he knows, but he manages until the coach calls it all off with five minutes to spare.
Charles tries to book it for the showers, but ends up being too slow and is stopped by half the team crowding the door, ending up on the outside of the building while still catching raindrops on his head. He tries to push his way in but is unsuccessful, so he resigns himself to shivering and trying to avoid catching a cold for a few minutes… All that until he feels an umbrella come over his head to protect him and is met by Pierre’s soft smile and kind eyes, his floppy hair being suspiciously dry.
“You know, petit,” he says, “if we make a run for it right now, we can make it back to our room and shower there. No one will notice we’re gone.”
“Fuck yeah.” Charles answers, desperate to get out of the cold. “But only if you tell me where you got that umbrella.”
“A magician never reveals his tricks.” Pierre winks and takes his hand. “We go on 3, okay? 1…2…3!”
Without waiting long for his reaction, Pierre speeds away and Charles does his best to follow.
Holding onto the umbrella as they run ends up being a difficult task for the taller boy, so the reality is that they both end up getting drenched by the time they make it to their residence’s front door, under the little roof.
He ends up spending more time under the rain than he had at training, but hearing Pierre’s bubbling laughter, Charles doesn’t feel like he’s suffering from the cold anymore. If anything, he feels warm and all he can concentrate on is how unfairly beautiful Pierre looks in the dim afternoon light with his hair sticking to his face. He tries to stop himself, to keep his thoughts in check, but he feels like he should be allowed to have this. Like he does every night that they end up sleeping curled up together, Charles allows himself to indulge.
“Well, that could have gone better.” Pierre says and smirks at Charles. Immediately, he starts shaking his hair like a dog to annoy him.
“Hey! Asshole!” Charles yells and answers in kind, meaning that they end up in a battle that could have gone on forever if not for Anthoine interrupting them by clearing his throat.
“Guys,” he questions, “what the hell are you doing?”
He seems perfectly dry - or at least dryer than Pierre and Charles -, and carrying a huge umbrella.
“...Nothing?” Pierre answers, trying to look innocent but failing miserably.
Anthoine rolls his eyes, “Okay, Mr. Nothing. We should go upstairs and shower, unless you want to get sick and have Verstappen beat us 33-0.”
Charles laughs, pulling Pierre inside, “He’s right calamar, let’s go.”
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Based on very strategic pouting and puppy dog eyes because he was freezing, Charles ends up taking the first shower and quickly burrows himself in a gigantic tower of blankets as soon as he feels the icy temperature in the room, setting himself up to nap until dinner at least.
Charles teeters somewhere between wakefulness and slumber, enjoying the warmth, but he’s properly awakened when a freshly showered Pierre throws himself on top of him.
“Make room.” he says, muffled by the fabric.
Charles scoots over a little, but Pierre actually pushes him closer to the wall and wraps around him like a koala.
“You’re warm.” Pierre says, his voice rougher than it usually is.
“You’re cold.” Charles shoots back, unable to defend himself from Pierre, who seems intent on breaking down all his defenses. Curled up under a mountain of blankets under the dying rays of daylight, the moment feels rawer around the edges.
“Maybe if you hadn’t stolen all the blankets in the entire building, I would be less cold.” Pierre fake-reprimands then, bringing Charles right back down to Earth from his romantic notions.
He wills himself to avoid reacting, and instead curls up facing away from Pierre. “We should sleep, calamar. I have an alarm set up for dinner time.”
“Great.” He answers, and Charles can hear the smile in his voice. “What would I do without you, Cha?”
“Win less trophies? Laugh less?”
Pierre pokes him in the side and Charles giggles. “You’re so conceited.”
“Ah,” Charles answers, “but you still like me.”
“Lucky for you, I do.”
“Wasn’t I supposed to be the conceited one?”
Pierre pokes him again, harder this time.
“Hey, hey.” Charles complains. “No violence.”
“Okay.” Pierre says and his body goes pliant again, curling up around the shape of Charles. “We should sleep, petit.”
“Yeah.” Charles answers, allowing his eyes to go bleary. “We should.”
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Who is Frost?
CoD x Original Character
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II
Context: This is like an AU type deal. I have never played CoD, I’ve only watched the MW2 cutscenes but I am obsessed and I simp for these characters. So, I made an OC for it :). This is that OC (most of his details are mentioned throughout future fics etc etc, so he’s a bit of a mystery on purpose).
A/N: I know this is an x male reader blog, but I just wanna show you my OC (‘cause I love him)
🚫female-aligned people DNI🚫
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Who is Frost?
Callsign: Frost
(Real) Name: [He does not tell people his real name unless he can trust them because he wants to protect his family]
Age: 30
Pronouns: He/him
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Parents: English father, Japanese mother.
Personality: Sarcastic, extroverted, confident, sassy, a bit of a rule-breaker, chaotic in a sort of immature, childish way, fierce, fiery, headstrong, determined, strategic, intelligent, insecure at times, impulsive, value others' lives above his own, has anger issues, gets agitated easily, and sometimes irritable, talks back to superiors and doesn’t care about consequences.
More: He earned the name ‘Frost’ in the cage because he has a reputation for being cold and ruthless. It’s ironic since he is actually a very warm person by nature. He’s tall and buff and looks intimidating, but it is actually not that scary when you get to know him. He’s not a giant teddy bear or a gentle giant, by any means, he’s too rough for that. He wears a somewhat Japanese-styled shirt that’s cut like a tank top, just so he can show off his tattoos. People think he’s just a himbo, but that’s wrong, he may be fun-loving but he’s not short of intelligent. People are quick to judge him, which he finds annoying, but he proves that he’s more than what they think every time. He learned how to use a sword and other martial art techniques as a child from his grandfather and through the years, he developed those skills and joined the army, cage fighting on the side.
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How did Frost join 141?
Frost earned money by fighting at a semi-illegal cage fight ring.
(I say ‘semi’, because while the facility and the fighters aren’t committing a criminal offence, the people betting are.)
At the time, Price had heard about Frost from Laswell, his past training and his skills.
However, Price wanted to see the man for himself.
So, Price went out to find this ‘Frost’ guy.
Price approached him at a bar (this bar’s basement was where the cage fighting was held) after the fights were over for the night.
Frost was confused about who he was and what Price wanted with him.
Price realised the bar was still full and it’s kind of awkward to ask someone “Hey! You’re soldier material, wanna join my fuckin’ special task force?”
Like no one does that.
So, what Price did was write the address of the base on a piece of paper and give it to Frost and straight up left with little to no introduction or explanation.
It went like this:
- Price: “Nice fighting.”
- Frost: “Thanks.”
- Price: “My name is Captain Price of Task Force 141.”
- Frost: “... Oooookaaay???”
- Price: “Meet me here tomorrow morning.” *Hands note over*
- Frost: “... Alright, but why-”
- Price: *Walking out of the bar*
- Frost: *?????*
Frost was beyond confused at this point. Like alright, fuckin’ weirdo.
But after looking at the note, he realised it was a base of some kind.
Being the curious bugger he is, he decided that he’d go check it out.
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So the next morning, he got up, drove to the address and was stopped at the gate by a couple of soldiers.
Unsure of what to do from here, he just showed them the note he had been handed.
- Frost: “I’m here to see a Captain Price?”
- Guard: “He gave this to you?”
- Frost: “Look, man. I know you’re sceptical and shit, but honestly, I have no idea why I’m here either so like…”
When finally inside, Frost got out of the car and just kinda stood there, waiting for someone to show him to Price.
He met up with Price and was shown around the base
He then met the rest of the 141 team and they all exchanged introductions
Frost was asked about his past career and was asked to demonstrate his technique and stuff like that.
Frost did so, not really questioning it.
When asked which kind of gun he preferred using, Frost just went:
- “Uh… Katanas??”
Confusion ensues as people realise this man was mainly trained in the martial arts rather than shooty shooty pew pews.
Price asked if he could show them his sweet sweet Katana skills, so mans ran back to his car and got out his little Katana carrier box. Why he keeps it in his car, no one will ever know, he’s weird like that.
Demonstrate skill and blah blah blah, they all think he’s cool now.
Price takes Frost to his lil office thing and sits him down, explaining why he was there and who everyone was and what they were doing there.
Offers Frost a place on the team, praising his skill and saying what a good addition he would be.
Frost considers this offer for a good solid… 5 seconds before being like:
- “Hell yea, dude, I’ll do it. Get paid better too.”
Price does not appreciate the name ‘dude’.
Frost apologises but sorta just laughs it off quietly.
Tells him to go pack his stuff so he can move onto the base.
Frost does that.
The rest is history.
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So, yeah, that's who Frost is. If you have questions, please send them in, I love answering :)
#fanfiction#x oc#oc#cod#mw2#cod x oc#mw2 x oc#141#ghost#soap#captain price#gaz#alejandro vargas#rodolfo parra#los vaqueros
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Ship It, Ship It Real Good (Part 1)
Okay, so I have two OCs that are kind of similar in that they're both reptilian-people, snake variety but I based them off two very different things. Starting with the female. And you know me, I run long-winded so sit back and make yourself a cup of something warm, this'll take a while to read.
Her name is still a work in progress but for the time being I'm calling her Avalon, Lon Lon as a nickname. Avalon means apple and she does like to eat them, fangs notwithstanding. Technically speaking, she's based on a lamia however, if one were to look up what a lamia traditionally is—she isn't that.
Lamias are demonic snake women, think centaur but instead of a horse's body below the waist it's a snake body. Lamia are always female thus the upper body is always that of a woman. Like Medusa, women were given an unfair curse to be these demon snakes.
Traditionally they are hideous to look upon, they absolutely reek, their bite is horrendously venomous, and they devour people (usually men). Now, I had never heard of these things before until I watched some anime that I would like sponged from my memory (not sure if that's the proper phrase but you probably get the gist). The one good thing about that anime is that it gave me an idea for a snake woman.
I may or may not have stolen the coloring of the anime lamia for my own but I'm choosing to refer to that as "inspiration" because I then butchered their idea further. Because that's what I do, I borrow ideas and then mutilate them.
Anywho, enter Lon Lon, the fun-loving but continuously hunted Snake Woman. Avalon ate the Hiss-Hiss fruit, a rare Zoan-type that allows the user to turn into the mythical Lamia or Demon Snake-Woman. As with most Zoan users she has her regular human form (which I have yet to develop at all) and a hybrid form along with the full-blown lamia form.
Avalon, being the inexperienced devil fruit user that she is, and also being a rather unlucky lass to begin with had a bit of a hiccup first time using the devil fruit. She managed to bypass her hybrid form (also need to develop that) and is currently stuck in full lamia form.
I wish I could draw better because I can see her perfectly in my head and I can't figure out how best to describe her in words, but I'll try:
Waist down, her snake body is predominantly bright crimson red with some purple highlights and a pinkish underbelly. At her waist she developed flaps that look like she's wearing a skirt but really they're more like the webbing between a fishman's fingers/toes. Lon Lon is an aquatic sea snake that took to land more than the water, but the skirt webbing at her waist allows her to glide through the water easily.
For some reason, water doesn't bother her like it does other devil fruit users. It is unknown if this is because she's a sea snake lamia or if it's because she's been in the lamia form so long that she is slowly turning into the lamia in full.
Upper body from the waist up she is extraordinarily pale, not quite albino but she's often mistaken as albino. Her hair is snowy white and long enough to reach her belly button. She has little horns the grow on her forehead and they resemble jewels as the ends are rounded instead of pointed. On top of her head going down as a line on each side are a row of pointed horns. Nothing too pronounced, she can cover them with her hair if she gets creative (which she often does, she is very self-conscious about her horns) but it has been said that it looks like she grew her own little tiara of sorts.
She doesn't wear any clothing at all—she doesn't need them! She has strategically placed scales: larger scales that serve as armor on her sides from waist to underarms, and then her boobage area has scales covering the underboob all the way up to cover nipple and areola fully. They kind of grew in like a bra so she's modestly covered and protected and clothes rub weird against the scales so she just slithers around in her birthday suit. She has a few scales, very small ones that go on the sides of her neck just like her side scales but much tinier. Her upper body scales are silvery-white so at first glance you'd think she was totally nude until light hits and you realize she has scales.
She ended up stranded on an island somewhere and I headcanon that after Law loses to Blackbeard and Bepo whisks him away to safety, they end up stranded on an island. Bepo is not a ship, at some point he has to make landfall because he's going to get tired and he needs to get Law out of the ocean. They stop at the first island they come to.
Exploring the island brings them face-to-face with Avalon. She was probably munching down on an apple and Bepo probably ran into her first and panicked. Law shows up to see the commotion and honestly? Finds her fascinating but in a creepy-Law kind of way, like he wants to figure out why she is stuck in the full lamia form and why she seems to be waterproof so really what he sees is a living experiment.
She likes Bepo enough to not eat him and she tolerates Law enough to see if he can fix her. I have a bit more about her but it's still in development, but I see her traveling with Law post-Blackbeard battle. I don't ship her with Law either, I want to ship her with the other snake OC I have—she's more tame than that one, so he needs her.
I see Law and Avalon as being allies right now because he needs one but they could become good friends. Law would like it pointed out that when Avalon goes to sleep, she hisses her tongue out every time she exhales. If you fall asleep next to her, she will tickle your eras unwittingly in her sleep with her tongue. It's kind of adorable and Law will not admit to it being adorable, but it's adorable.
xD I have been effectively info-dumped \o/ and I love it =3
I love Lon Lon, and not just because I do like snakes, but also because I feel like if I ever got a Zoan fruit I'd be stuck in a fully-transformed state. Or, worse maybe, only able to change like, one limb at a time, be thrown terribly off-balance by it and accomplish little more than falling over.
The point when she comes into canon events is interesting to me. I love the late-game vibes of it, but I also really like that despite being her "first contact" there's no romance between her and Law or Bepo. I write so much romance/smut anymore that it's refreshingly different to see that ^_^ (Not that I don't like the first contact -> lovers pipeline, don't get me wrong).
You descriptions are always so good too. If I was a better artist I could probably translate them into picture form better, but gah, just thank you so much for sharing, and pardon me while I get to the other three asks you sent in XD
Ship it Good ask game
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Hi! Can I have match up, please? From star rail, genshin and, fe3h?
As a name I can say Nat.
I'm she/her.
I would like match up with male chracters.
My mbti is INTP.
I'm rather quiet person, i don't like talking just for hearing my own voice. I think i'm a little bit pessimistic. I take long time to warm up to people but then when I decide that "yea, they are cool" i'm able to change my plans for them on spot. I really hate long term routines, they make me anxious. I'm night owl and really grumpy in the morning. I tend to be procrastinstor. Also my biggest weakness is being very pround person, asking for help or a break is hard for me most of the time.
My hobbies include writing, reading, taking trips around city, playing games and cooking.
In romantic partner I look mostly for independece. I have rather small social battery and I struggle with people who needs constant attention and affection.
As date ideas for misc I adore late night walks, i love looking at the light and breathing that characteristic night air. Also my love language includes gifts and quality time. From other random facts, I like cats and own one. I really dislike big parties and dancing.
Thank you in advance!
hello nat! and aaaa a star rail and fe3h request :] of course, i hope you enjoy your matchups!
HONKAI STAR RAIL ---- DAN HENG
⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ dan heng actually appreciates the change of pace whenever he's with you; for most of his day, he's usually with march 7th or trailblazer, who aren't exactly the quietest people. though most of the time the both of you are in the same room together in silence, dan heng finds this solace comforting. for the moments that you two share a conversation, dan heng finds your insights very fascinating. he respects your space and is the last person who would overstep his boundaries, but a small part of him deep down would love to get to know you even better.
as a partner, dan heng is the protective type. though he is in no way controlling, he'd go out of his way to ensure your safety. also, dan heng is secretly a romantic in private 100%. during the trailblaze missions, he saves up a portion of the place's currency in order to get you something that he thinks you would like. when he finds out that you stay up really late at night, he invites you to spend time in the archives together where the both of you would pour through books that catch your interest together <3 dan heng is too embarrassed to admit this, but he likes having your presence around even if you two don't exchange much words.
GENSHIN IMPACT ---- AYATO KAMISATO
⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ayato was really intrigued by you when he first met you. though you came off as a bit pessimistic, ayato actually found it quite amusing and wanted to get to know you better. though the both of you initially clashed - considering the fact that ayato is the type to stick through routines and careful planning, it became a gradual kind of respect mixed with appreciation that blossomed into the potential for something more.
as a partner, ayato plays his cards really strategically - in essence, he didn't want to mess something up with you. though you still were rather pessimistic, he actually offered a lot of comforting words and advice that he hopes you would take to heart. ayato deeply values work and he understands how asking for a break or for help is difficult, but he is the type who would encourage you to take it easy; at times, he'd even plan out something on a whim just to make sure you get to relax. he also likes your cooking, ayato is usually off limits in the kitchen because of his unorthodox food choices. though it goes against his usual personality, at some point ayato becomes open to the idea of going on spontaneous hangouts or walks with you - he noticed that unplanned things that you do together was rather exhilarating and eventually opens himself to that more often.
FIRE EMBLEM: THREE HOUSES ---- FELIX FRALDARIUS
⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ felix usually found it difficult to hit it off with other people, but with you, it was rather different. though he didn't understand why you remained quiet most of the time, he didn't dig too much into that. however, the time that he actually was interested in you (or rather, when he fell for you even if he'd deny it) was when he saw you feeding the cats around garreg mach monastery. despite your seemingly stoic and pessimistic exterior, you seemed very at home with the cats. he actually had a different view of you ever since, hence why he gradually tries to make conversation with you.
as a partner, felix is incredibly stubborn when it came to ensuring that you were taking care of yourself. even when you procrastinate, felix would be there to help you out on any task that you're dealing with, given that he knew how it works. felix doesn't beat around the bush with his words and actions, so when he sees that you are already struggling, he'd wordlessly help you with it even if you don't ask him first, knowing how you have a hard time asking for help often times. felix enjoys taking night walks with you, and there are even times that you stay outside in the courtyard just breathing the fresh air and sometimes feeding the cats roaming in that area.
#fe3h#fire emblem three houses#fire emblem three houses matchups#honkai star rail#honkai star rail matchups#genshin impact#genshin#genshin matchups#matchups#·˚ * 🔭 carlyle matchups
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character color quiz
Thanks to @togepies for the tag, I had a blast doing this <3
I must say, I'm suprised with the accuracy lol I did it for both my Shepard and my Ryder and wow, well, you can see it for yourself
I'll leave here the link to the quiz and I'm gonna tag @fshenkoescape @laelior @commander-krios and @halesshepardn7 and whoever wants to do this (If you want to, of course <3)
Mio Shepard
Yellow character
Yellow characters tend to be positive and upbeat people, who try to see the bright side in most situations (although the older a character is, the less likely they’ll be as openly positive). They’re friendly and energetic much of the time, and while often genuine it can become a cover for their more negative feelings. They tend to have a lot of skill in one specific area which they have to work hard to harness and use properly. Because of this skill they can be put up on a pedestal and have high expectations placed on them to perform. Often these expectations also come from themselves. They have a strong sense of responsibility and duty placed on them that can cause them to develop a bit of a savior complex, blaming themselves for not being able to protect everyone around them. They are diffusers and peacemakers, preferring to be in harmony with everyone, sometimes making it confusing when others around them are not this way. They’re pretty cheerful and bubbly and usually the light of their friend group. They care about their friends a lot, and go out of their way to show it, although it can cause them to be jealous when they feel as if they aren’t being included. While kind people, they also have a competitive streak and like to win. They love fun and are likely to get sidetracked and drag their friends along with them. Others are able to relax in their presence and enjoy themselves, and it’s hard not to like a yellow character. While these characters may be warm and diligent though, they also have a hard time taking risks, generally preferring to stay in their comfort zone. They can have a bit of both a main character and a savior complex because of how much responsibility they put on themselves, and while well meaning it can irk other characters. Sometimes they go too far trying to help and interfere with others, and when they don’t want to do something they will often shut down and distract themselves from it. They are surprisingly mature for how innocent they seem, and when in a healthy place they always give their best effort. They are wise and interpersonal and really tie their friend group together. Yellow characters need to be given a safe space to release negative emotions without letting them build up, and they need people in their life who will help them keep a healthy balance of work and play without pressuring them too much.
Sofía Ryder
Green character
Green characters are often hotheaded and brash, unafraid to speak their mind. They make for excellent leaders and teachers, and tend to be most devoted to a specific field, which they do well in. They have a lot of confidence in themselves, and although they can’t always see themselves positively, they are good about respecting themselves. They have a lot of common sense but are equally likely to strategically plan something out as to rush in on an impulse. They often have to work hard to get others to respect them, and sometimes receive less of it when people find out who they are. Still, they are not afraid to make others uncomfortable by being themselves, and are unlikely to waver when someone wants them to change against their will. They can be brash and loud, but also very quiet and secretive. Their humor can be a bit rude, and they don’t always display friendship and affection to the people they care about in the most conventional ways. However, they’re quite easygoing, witty, and fun-loving people. They don’t like when people are flighty and prefer to work with people who don’t quit and stand their ground. They stand out from others, both because of the way they approach the world, and because of how skilled they tend to be at what they do. Some people may not suspect that they are harmonious because of their blunt nature, but they are surprisingly good and reasonable diplomats, and can employ a lot of meaningful tact when the situation calls for it. They may feel a sense of distance or abandonment from their parental figures, as they often became emotionally or physically absent sometime in their life. Green characters hate being told what to do and put into a box, and are likely to challenge authority. They can be hard to work with at times due to their stubbornness, but they bring a lot to the table and tend to round out their friend groups. They need people in their lives who respect them, care about them, and listen to them, as well as offer them companionship without requiring them to conform to a certain preset standard.
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Like The Back Of My Hand
Chapter 11 of Solangelo Soulmate AU
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Previously: No sooner had Nico finished adjusting himself was he fast asleep. He couldn't be blamed. The digital clock on the bedside table told Will it was 12:48am. His eyes closed and he breathed a content sigh into his partner's hair.
He was so tired, in fact, that the filters that had gone up to protect whatever they had dropped away.
"I love you." It was so quiet, it was practically a sigh.
His exhaustion took hold of him and he finally sunk into a deep, well deserved sleep, his arms wrapped around the boy he loved.
By the time Will wakes up, wrapped in the warm comforter of Nico's bed the sun trickling in through the window, Nico is nowhere to be found. In his place is a note that read "Early lecture, stay as long as you like but DON'T be nosy :-)". He chuckled and sat up, stretching his bare arms over his head and hearing a few satisfying pops in his back and neck.
He swung his legs off the bed and walked out of the room and towards the kitchen where the scent of a strong batch of coffee still lingered in the air. He poured himself a mug from the french press and headed toward the window where he greeted a small blue flower and the bud growing next to it.
"Good morning, beautiful. Is that a new leaf I see? How exciting! You're doing a great job." He smiled the gentle kind of smile reserved for when you are completely and totally alone. He caressed one of her petals and then turned to head toward the couch when he spotted Nico's studio station. It was a moderately sized stacked desk covered in paint and ink stains cluttered in seemingly no logical ways with art supplies: brushes, stained mason jars of various sizes (some still holding trace amounts of paint water), small canvases, sketchbooks, magazine clippings and printed reference pictures, oil crayons, charcoal vines, pens and pencils. Leaning against either side were a few larger canvasses, their used sides all strategically stacked facing the desk. Will had passed the artist's corner dozens of times in all the times he's been here but he was seldom alone long enough to get a good look. He smirked thinking about Nico's note. Don't be nosy. What Nico didn't know wouldn't hurt him. So sue him for being curious.
He put his coffee down on the side table and padded his way across the wood floor to the desk. Laid open was a medium sized sketchbook and several pencils, as well as a pallet of watercolours and a thin brush still sitting in a shallow bit of water in a jar. On the open page were some rough sketches of figure studies, all faceless and relatively broad in their features. A torso and v-line with an arm hanging casually at its side. The details of a neck extending to the collarbones and shoulders. Several lone muscular arms, wrists and hands in various relaxed and tensed positions. The form of a person, curly haired, lying shirtless, the lines of their freckled shoulder blades pronounced but relaxed with their back to the artist...
He studied the drawings with a profound appreciation for their simplicity. They were detailed, but in a way where five quick strokes might make one defined shadow. He reached toward the page and turned it backwards, toward the used bulk of this sketchbook. Some of the pages were the same texture as the figures page, containing pen and pencil drawings of landscapes, skylines, people, animals, and flowers. Some of them were warped slightly from dried paintings of still lives or what appeared to be just studies of color theory. A few had pasted in pieces of newspapers, magazines and pages from books, drawn and colored on top of and around, punching out words and adding wild features to cologne models while they looked on stoic and blissfully unaware of their new modifications.
He returned the book to how he found it and glanced up at the pictures he had pinned to the lip of the top shelf. A delightful little drawing of a rotund cow grazing a few tufts of grass, signed perhaps by a friend. Clippings from red carpet events: Billy Porter, Janelle Monae, Rami Malek. A photograph of a group of teenagers, all in matching orange shirts posing in gleeful excitement for a goofy group picture in front of a canoe lake. He searched for Nico's familiar face and found it on a boy with slightly longer hair, half smiling with closed eyes at a curly haired latino boy who was frozen mid jump on his back. He smiled at his expression and his grin only grew as he surveyed the faces of all these people, laughing, sticking tongues out, limbs all strewn about in casual contact with people they clearly held affection for.
On a tiny canvas perched on a tiny easel just under the picture was a minuter oil painting of the roman Colosseum in the oranges, yellows and pinks of a fiery sunset.
Will felt exhilaration mixed with a humbling honor at being a sole patron at this exclusive gallery. His heart suddenly swelled at the thought that, whether intentionally or not, Nico had put his trust in Will to bear witness to Nico's own private treasures, work that so clearly reflects the heart that beats in his chest... and to keep them safe next to his own. His eyes where starting to get misty when his hopelessly romantic train of thought was interrupted by the ping sound of his text notification.
He dug his phone out of the pockets of his jeans and saw the preview of a text from his half-sister.
"Oh shit, almost forgot." He murmured to himself, turning on his heel to collect his things from the bedroom before heading out the door, locking the apartment behind him.
A few hours later Nico emerged from the lecture hall, cold, weary and slightly sore from note taking. He instinctively took out his phone to check the time and saw a text from Will.
If you finish up any time soon and are feeling in the mood to lend a helping hand, meet me at my house? Free pizza and beer.
It was just shy of half past noon and he didn't have any more classes for the rest of the day. He pondered it only for a few moments more before calling an Uber.
The driver dropped him off in front of Will's house, just behind a U-haul trailer attached to a pickup truck. Nico stood slightly confused for just a moment until the front door opened and out came Kayla, holding a large plant and a standing lamp, it's chord wrapped loosely around the base and its many arms all ending in a different colored cone shaped lampshade bundled together with a zip-tie. Following her was Will carrying two big boxes stacked on top of each other.
"Oh, hey Nico!" Kayla said when she saw him, grinning brightly.
He waved a gloved hand and eyed the mostly closed trailer door. Putting the pieces together quickly, he stepped to it and hefted it up the rest of the way, standing on his tiptoes to hold it above his head as they reached him, Kayla climbing right into the back and setting her armfulls next to the minimal boxes and singular bean bag chair already stacked at the far end.
"You guys are moving?" Nico asked, eyeing them as Kayla took the boxes from Will one by one and stacked them alongside their brethren.
"I'm moving. Leaving my sweet baby brothers behind to move in with my girlfriend." As Kayla said this she pinched one of Wills already pink from the cold cheeks.
"Ow." He swatted her hand away, rolling his eyes with a passive smile. "If you want to stick around and help us get the rest of her stuff we'll feed you and send you home with alcoholic presents. You don't have to, obviously. With the three of us though, it shouldn't take longer than 30 minutes, 45 tops."
Nico rolled his eyes at the coercion. Of course he was going to help. But not before a healthy dose of ribbing.
"So you get me to spend my own money coming all the way here after my exhaustive, hours long lecture hall, just to put me to work for a slice of pizza and a wine cooler and then tell me I don't have to as if I could be a total dick and turn you down." He folded his arms in front of his chest.
They both stared at him, then each other. Kayla cracked a smile. Will shook his head and tried to keep his own at bay.
"You DON'T have to, and we'll still send you home with booze for making the journey all the way downtown." He stepped down out of the trailer, Kayla right behind him, and took a step toward Nico, eyes conveying nothing but his sincere promise.
Nico's neutral expression wavered as Will's new position forced him to look up slightly at the blond. Finally, his demeanor cracked, his lip quirking up in the slightest of smiles.
"Obviously I'll help. I'm already here, aren't I?" He sidestepped Will who remained where he was, smiling down to where he'd just been. Kayla cackled and led the way back into the house where the remainder of the movables sit.
Nico had never actually been inside Will's house before. It was really only just now that he thought about how often it was Will making the trip to his flat, and not the other way around. He didn't know what to expect but he can't say that the dark red patterned wallpaper with a stockinged lady's leg lamp- a la Christmas Story- casting a warm yellowish glow throughout the entrance hallway was it.
He was a little dumbfounded and only more so as he moved farther into the house. The hallway ended, along with the baffling wallpaper, in a space that was half living area and half kitchen, with a single wall separating the two lengthwise across the room. The carpeted floor of the living room featured one beat up looking leather couch with two beanbags on either side, yellow and blue. He posited that the green with pink flowers one he had seen in the trailer was a part of a matching set the three siblings had had. Behind the 2 foot tv, switch and play station mounted atop a driftwood table, on a weird wall-cutout of a shelf, was a row of different color and style lava lamps, all aglow in their multi-coloured, hypnotic glory. Along the edges of the room, push-pinned into the ceiling, were a set of beach party string lights. Besides the lava lamps and residual kitchen lighting, the tiny plastic flamingos, palm trees and flip-fliops were the only things illuminating the room.
Nico's pace slowed as they entered the room. He was trying to take in the several dozens of vibes that this home was screaming at him so far. It was, from an artistic standpoint, a maximalist clusterfuck. A bookshelf to the left of the entertainment station was a dizzying array of medical textbooks, records, and knickknacks. Funko pops and various small whimsical instruments peppered almost every horizontal surface. The wall that separated this area from the kitchen was painted with blackboard paint, and there were doodles of everything from an abandoned game of hangman to a grocery list to what was clearly an outline of an actual person, their insides decorated with rough diagrams of the respiratory system and digestive tract, all in multi-coloured chalk.
He parked himself just inside the archway, his mouth agape at never having seen the place Will called home. Will, noticing Nico's halting, looked back and saw this, his face suddenly flushing with slight embarrassment.
"Oh yeah, I guess it's kinda a lot to take in at first glance." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Yeah," Was all Nico could manage at first, but shortly continued with "but not is a bad way."
Will looked like he wanted to say more but Kayla was already emerging from the doorway on the other end of the room with a side-table and woven hanging terrarium stuffed with newspaper.
"Once we get all the boxes I need help with the dresser and chair. The big one's got books so it's heavy."
Nico took one last look at Will who still looked embarrassed and walked past him toward the room, grabbing his hand and squeezing it for reassurance as he passed.
True to their word, 40 minutes later, all frozen ears, noses and numb fingers, they had loaded the last thing into the trailer- a well-worn loveseat affectionately dubbed "Diane".
Kayla slammed the sliding door of the U-Haul down and clapped her hands together in a that's that gesture before turning to the two boys and nodding.
"Thanks for the help fellas, I really do appreciate not having to haul my frozen ass for an hour and a half all by myself, so I owe you both a drink." She had already started walking backwards up the sidewalk as she spoke to them. Nico scrunched up his nose, his breath making visible clouds when he exhaled.
"No worries, but I think it's a little cold for beers, so I'll pass." He took one step away from the pair, as if about to depart when Kayla stopped him.
"Who said anything about beers? Mama's makin' you a Kayla Classic Cocoa." She wiggled her eyebrows and Will beamed at him and grabbed his hand before he could get much farther.
"Oh you have got to try one of these. It's like Christmas in your mouth."
He quirked his eyebrow quizatively, and was still a little sheepish, but allowed himself to be pulled along as the two lead him back into the much warmer house.
Kayla marched into the baby blue painted kitchen and immediately got to work firing up the kettle and pulling out glasses, hot cocoa mix, a frighteningly large glass jug of cinnamon whiskey, ground cinnamon, cool whip and peppermint sticks. Will hopped up on the counter, hitting his head against the front of one of the hanging cabinets and flinching. Nico sucked on his teeth sympathetically but Will swatted the invisible empathy away.
"It's ritualistic at this point. Doesn't even hurt."
Nico looked at him with a mix of confused, concerned amusement, but decided to let it go.
"So..." Nico said, leaning against the half wall, "how long have you guys lived here?"
Kayla and Will looked at each other and then Will leaned his head back against the cabinets as Kayla took the lead.
"Well I grew up in New York but if you're asking about this house, I've lived here for 4 years. Will and Austin moved in 2 years ago- has he ever told you about that?" She was pointing a spoon between the two boys. Nico shook his head no and Kayla smacked Will's thigh with the spoon. "The hell, you spend either all your time at work or with him and you don't even talk about us?"
Will propped his head up to look at her with a smile. He shrugged.
"I like to listen."
She rolled her eyes and returned her attention to Nico.
"We always knew that our dad had other kids from his many failed marriages but a few years ago he got us all on a video call because he felt bad and said we ought to get to know each other a little. Austin and Will had already known each other because they were pretty close in age and went snooping before I did. After dad found an excuse to jump off the call we kinda just kept talking. Austin was looking for a music program in SoCal and Will had just been accepted to med school here at Colombia.
"Will mentioned really wanting to do it but never having left Texas and basically not knowing jack about moving to New York and I thought 'what the hell, I've never had a brother'. So I told him he could come move in with me-"
"We'd spoken maybe once before this, in passing basically, and she up and offers to house me while I start my residency," Will interjected.
"It was like maybe he'll murder me or maybe I'll murder him but either way, life was getting a little dull so why not, you know?"
"I do not." Nico said, bemused.
Kayla shrugged and went on.
"Anyway, Will agrees to move in, Austin asks if he can come too, I don't see why not since it would make rent cheaper and, yadda yadda, at long last these jamokes are losing their big sister to the adult world."
Will's head whipped up and he looked at his sister with horrified shock.
"Wait. Adult world? You mean to tell me that you and Oasis... BONE?!" His expression morphed into cartoonish anguish and he languished, "all this time I thought y'all were coloring and playing hopscotch in your room! To think you were doing the devil's dance!"
Kayla flicked on the faucet and turned the shower nozzle on Will who shrieked and jumped off the counter, running around back to the other end of the kitchen where Nico was standing. He positioned himself so that Nico was a human shield against further aquatic assault and stuck his tongue out at her. She grinned and flipped him the bird.
She had also, it seemed, finished making their drinks. She plopped a peppermint stick in three glass mugs and handed Nico his cup.
"Bon Appetit."
He could feel the heat of the beverage warming his poorly circulated hands. Atop the drink was a generous dollop of cool whip sprinkled with cinnamon. He sniffed the heated aroma wafting like ribbons of scent from the mug and took a cautious sip. It smelled spectacular. Flavors danced in his mouth. A rich, hot, dark chocolate cocoa with a spicy cinnamon kick and a hint of peppermint.
"Mmm," Nico hummed into the mug. He looked up at Kayla's expectant face, a whipped cream mustache on his lip and said, "this is really good."
Kayla smiled widely and for a moment, despite how truly different the two looked, he saw Will in her smile. He imagined that if that's the smile that suckered both of their parents, he could see why.
The sound of the front door slamming shut drew their attention just then, and Kayla and Will in unison called out, "Au-STIN!"
"What up, what up!" They heard back and shortly thereafter, Austin himself appeared in the kitchen entryway.
"Oh, Nico's here. What's up, man?" He extended a hand and before Nico really knew what was happening, he was being pulled into a handshake-hug. Released and a little dazed, he glanced at Will who just smiled at him and perched his head on top of Nico's.
Austin looked between their three glasses and said,
"Is that a KCC?" Then turning to Kayla with exaggerated puppy dog eyes and hands clasped in a pleading beg, "Please tell me you-"
He didn't get any farther before she crossed to the fridge and opened it, pulling out a pitcher of a slushie-like drink that was a similar colour to their own.
"You think I would make KCCs and not make you a frozen one?"
Austin did a little dance in place while Kayla poured his glass and schlopped on his cool whip and cinnamon.
"How goes the kiddos?" Will asked him after a moment.
This launched Austin into a rant about how his student teaching was going and how at any given time the only people who cared about his students succeeding were him and his student thanks to arts budgeting and parental conflicts.
Nico glanced at the three of them as Austin went on. They all seemed so relaxed in each other's presences, he almost felt like an intruder in their space. He began to shift awkwardly but, almost like he'd read his mind, Will brought a warm hand up and placed it on Nico's shoulder, beginning to squeeze and rub circles into his back with his thumb. Nico relaxed slightly and took another sip of his drink, discarding the thought and tuning back into the reason Kayla was laughing at Austin's story.
At some point Nico pulled out his phone to check the time and was surprised to see that it was almost 4 o'clock.
"Geez, it got late. I had better head out soon..." He stuffed his phone back in his pocket and started to get up from the couch where he had moved to when they'd traded kitchen counters for cushier seats.
Will sat up and looked at him from his yellow bean bag with a furrowed brow.
"Are you sure?" He looked very much as if he didn't want Nico to go.
Nico opened his mouth but Kayla cut him off before he could get any words out.
"Yeah, wait, stay for dinner. I'll make Oasis bring us pizza." She took out her own phone and started typing away at it furiously.
"Uh-" Nico tried again, but this time Austin spoke up,
"Stick around a little longer, man, we never get to hang out with you."
This struck Nico as something bewildering. The idea that people who only know him through their brother wanted to, and actively expressed interest in, spending time with him seemed foreign to him. He had never thought of himself at being particularly good at making friends. Most of the time a group of people he's near just kind of decide he's part of them. That's what his oldest friends did, and even then, he was a little resistant to that at first.
But here he was again, surrounded by these three siblings who were actively seeking his company. It felt... strange. Good. Comforting. Vulnerable.
He slowly sat back down and they cheered, which made him roll his eyes, despite the smile on his lips.
Thirty minutes after that, they were all sitting on the floor of their living room, surrounded by paper plates speckled with the remnants of two delicious margarita pizzas. Oasis, a gorgeous 5'10" Korean-American woman with incredibly long and shiny black hair, lay across Kayla's legs with a PS4 controller in her hand, running her stealthily clad character around in a bustling Grecian city.
"How'd you get so good at this game, O?" Austin asked in awe.
"You underestimate how much time I spend on your guys' living room floor." She answered deadpanned. And then, "Plus, I like doing stealth murders and that's like 95% of the game."
Kayla ripped off a piece of the crust she was picking apart and threw it into the air, catching it in her mouth.
"That's hot." She said, and Oasis smirked. "I'm going to get you this game just so I can watch you pull militia into bushes and eviscerate them."
"Thanks, baby." Oasis said. Then, smacking Kayla lightly on the thigh, "Oh did you tell them about New Years?"
"Oh, right," Kayla ripped off another piece of bread with her teeth. "We're doing our housewarming party on New Years Eve and you all are invited. It's going to be 20's themed so Austin has to wear his golden fedora."
"Only if I can bring my sax." He said.
"Deal, but if we get noise complaints, I am blaming you." Kayla put out a fist and Austin bumped it.
"You guys ever been there?" Nico asked.
All four of them looked at him for a moment and he pointed back to the tv screen, "Greece? It's really pretty."
No one said anything for what felt to Nico like forever and his face began burning with embarrassment for having spoken, but then Will chimed in.
"Nico grew up in Europe, guys." The room fell into a bout of 'oh yeahs' and 'I forgot he's from Italy'.
"I went to Amsterdam once," Austin said, "They have like crazy tulips there."
"God, I want to go to Europe," Kayla said wistfully, "put that on the list, babe. We'll go to Greece. And Scotland."
"What's in Scotland?" Will asked, smirking with amusement.
"I don't know! Sheep!" Kayla threw a piece of crust at him.
"How does living in Italy compare to living in America?" Oasis asked Nico directly. In the little time he'd interacted with her, Nico had gathered that Oasis really liked asking people deep and personal questions about themselves. It's like she wanted to lay them out like a book before her and read them.
"It's.." He tried to chuckled halfheartedly and then his face dropped a little, "it's different, for sure." He didn't elaborate. His words hung in the air, no one but he and Will quite sure why the atmosphere had gotten a little tenser.
"Well," Austin broke the silence, "I don't know about you guys, but I feel like a little Mario Kart Tourney might spice things up right about now. O?"
"Hell yeah," Oasis said, saving her game and trading her controller for the detachable switch remotes, handing one to Austin. Kayla reached around the other side of the tv and procured two additional controllers. She tossed one to Will who offered it to Nico.
"It would be an honor to watch you smoke their asses." He said with a smile. Nico rolled his eyes and took the controller. Then he paused, pondering it for a moment before deciding to lean into the reoccurring theme of the night which was existing shamelessly around new friends. He scooted closer to Will, nudging his leg out of the way until they both adjusted and he sat fully between Will's legs leaning back against his chest. Will rested his hands on Nico's hips, letting out a contented sigh that shuddered down Nico's spine. If the other three noticed them, they didn't seem to care.
Nico did indeed smoke their asses and after a few more KCCs and two Grand Prixs, Nico was smiling a dopey, slightly boozy smile as Austin and Oasis arguing over what track to choose so that any of them might have a chance against Nico.
The doorbell rang and Oasis and Austin didn't stop talking over each other, so Kayla handed her controller to Will and got up to answer it. They heard the door open and then Kayla's surprised voice.
"Oh, uh, hi..." Will and Nico heard her say from down the hall, "Come- come in, it's freezing outside. Will!" She called out to him, her exact emotion undetectable.
Will looked at Nico who quirked an eyebrow. He shrugged as if to say 'I don't know who it is' before pushing himself up and out from behind Nico and heading toward the hallway.
Shortly after he disappeared around the corner he heard an unfamiliar woman's voice.
"Hey, baby." Her uncertain voice dripped with a sweet southern twang and you could hear the smile on her lips.
"Wha... what are you doing here?" Nico heard Will say slowly, not accusatory, but not with buckets of enthusiasm either.
That was enough to peak his curiosity. Nico rose from his spot, dropping his controller onto the couch behind him and walking to the doorway leading to the foyer. He peaked in and saw a woman just a bit shorter than Will embracing him. Snow dotted her honey-blonde curls that fell around her shoulders. Her eyes were squeezed closed as she hugged him tighter.
Nico made eye contact with Kayla, who was also watching the encounter from by the front door, her expression one of slight disbelief. Nico felt like he was missing something.
The woman opened her eyes and saw Nico looking at them.
"Oh dear," She said, releasing Will and holding him at an arm's length, "I didn't realize you had guests over." She sidestepped him a bit so she could fully see Nico and waved at him, smiling, "Hello there."
Now that Nico had a full view of her face it was clear as day. Her face was warm and inviting, her smile lines and crows feet hard to distinguish among the freckles that generously peppered her face like the snow in her hair, clear and abundant. Her blue eyes twinkled like she knew everything about him just by looking at him.
Will turned to see Nico watching them and blinked. He looked utterly shocked and confused, not unlike how Nico felt, but he shook his head and he stuttered out an introduction.
"Oh, u-uh, this is Nico," He gestured to the boy standing in the doorway who awkwardly waved back.
"And, uh, Nico," Will said, meeting his eyes in a silent plea before finishing his statement, "this is my mother."
#anotha one#this was one of my favorite chapters yet#i don't think it beats the greatest first date in the world though#fanfic#solangelo#will solace#nico di Angelo#soulmate au#pjo#hoo#katealot#LikeTheBackOfMyHand#fanfiction#katealot writes#Doctor!Will Solace#Artist!Nico Di Angelo#Like The Back Of My Hand#likethebackofmyhand
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