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✰ pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

✰ warning: none

✰ summary: It was no secret that ferrari was a whole shit show this season thos however did not stop charles from giving his all to the team that didn't even care about him.

✰ word count:0,5k

You sit in Charles' driver's room waiting for him to come back from yet another bad qualifying.

"Hey baby.." you say softly as he walks in he immediately comes over to you hugging you and nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

"I just don't know what I'm doing wrong... I've been practicing nonstop staying focused going over strategies what else do I need to do" he says desperately.

You can't help but feel awful as he lays and rants in your arms. you rub his back comfortingly "Shh baby it's alright none of this is your fault..you've been amazing you have given them your all there is not much else you could do. You are doing your best and that's enough even more than that ough and I'm sure all of this will pay off in the future. you're amazing love don't you ever forget it" You kiss his forehead.

he looks up "Thank you y/n I don't know what I would do without you..." he smiles a small but genuine smile "I'll give it my best tomorrow I’ll try to win...for you" he pecks your lips and lays back down the exhaustion from qualifying finally getting to him as he drifts off...

Sunday comes and you can't say that you aren't excited for what today will bring after your little talk with Charles he seemed happier..more sure of himself and it gave you hope...hope that after all of this, he'd still be ok...

The race starts and turns one is as chaotic as always but Charles manages to snag P1 you know that it's too early to celebrate but you can't seem to shake off the excitement that's bubbling in your stomach...

Lap 7 passes he's still in the lead then lap 20 and then the final lap there is a fierce battle going on between Charles and Max right now and you can't help but feel anxious as they get closer and closer to the finish line...you see max over take Charles in the 2nd to last corner and as you begin to lose hope Charles sneaks back and snags P1 for himself.

The whole Ferrari garage is going wild as well as you, with tears in your eyes you run to Parc fermé getting right in front of the brackets. You excitedly wait for Charles to get here. And as his car parks right at that P1 spot and he gets out of the car you both lock eyes it's like no one existed around you too. He runs straight to you taking off his helmet hugging you tightly and then giving you a kiss that you will never forget... After that day it was safe to say that you knew that he'd be alright..

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Second fic is finished this one is a little different from the first but i still hope you liked it let me know if you have any feedback and enjoy your day <3

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Sunny Day Jack - Grand Pas de Deux

Inspiration struck me and ordered me to write all night without sleep thanks to gorgeous angsty art and talk of MC angst on a server with my pals, and they encouraged me to finish a plot bunny that I had put in my scraps for being too dark and depressing.

Let that be your warning that this a rough draft containing a lot of dark and sad themes ahead, though let’s get to the content warnings anyway.

Content warnings: This story centers around death and contains major characters dying, grieving, hospitals, sickness, loneliness, isolation, depression, dark imagery, suicidal ideation, abusive family dynamics, trauma, PTSD, codependency, and a hint of spice.

Yes, there’s some fluff in this with my OTP too. I could not resist the allure of adding comfort after such intense hurt as a story of loss and death. I am a weak marshmallow who needs my OTP to have a happy ending together even when trying to write angst, hahahaha. Just think of it a little bit of gold to put the broken pieces back together and make a new, beautifully flawed container now filled with love.

Also it's a good excuse to write about lots of comforting hugs, passionate smooches, and tender touches while emotions are running high.

This short story is based on the reincarnation storyline, as discussed in the big reincarnation headcanon post, as well as this previous post, this spicy pov story, and this reunion story with Jack and Alice’s past incarnations, Joseph and Mary.

The Incident of 1984 was a tragedy that those who witnessed it could never forget it, especially if they cared at all for the fallen star of the once beloved SunnyTime Crew Show, Sunny Day Jack. Mary would always remember that day, and the man behind the makeup, the person who she loved more than life itself.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

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Heavy breathing and the constant piercing beeping of the heart monitor. Together they performed a somber symphony. They were the only company Mary had in the lonely hospital room while pain tore through her insides without end.

She lasted longer than the death sentence the doctor gave her back when she was a child, back when she still had someone who would hold her while she cried about her diagnosis… someone who made her feel loved.

There was no one to hold her now. Joseph was… gone. He would never hold her and whisper sweet words of love in her ear ever again. She would never feel his warmth again, the way his chest would rumble pleasantly with laughter when he told a goofy joke to lighten her spirits. He couldn’t promise her that he would be there for her no matter what, that he would help her defy her diagnosis and keep living. With him. He loved her so much. He always said that he couldn’t live without her.

Mary couldn’t live without Joseph either.

Mary slept when she could, but sleep was a peace that constantly eluded and mocked her. The waking world was only pain and loneliness. Sleep was her only escape from the painful rotting shell she was trapped inside. Sometimes she even dreamed of happier times, of a life without pain, full of love with someone whose smile was made of sunshine.

But most times the pain refused to let her escape even in sleep. It burrowed into her dreams and turned them into nightmares. Her body failed her, warping into a grotesque abomination that decayed all around her, and the man she loved more than the world died countless times before her eyes. She relived the gunshots, that shower of blood, the screams. Her subconscious sometimes made it even worse than reality, and Joseph was left desperately clinging to life, gurgling her name weakly as he choked on his own blood.

Then there were the nightmares where Joseph was trapped in hell. Mary heard his desperate pleas for her to save him, to not forget him, but she could never reach him. She couldn’t move, trapped under an inescapable weight. Chains made of pain bound her to the body that was dying all around her, where eating, or even breathing, only brought her more suffering.

A new sound - birdsong - pulled Mary from the dark spiral of her thoughts, if just enough to open her eyes. It was high pitched and grating, a piercing sound far too cheerful to the point that it was almost mocking.

Someone had opened up the window, a nurse most likely, probably in an attempt to cheer Mary up with a view of the glorious morning sky. Her family certainly hadn’t done it. Maybe they visited her when she was first brought to the hospital when her world was nothing but a blur of shock and agony, or maybe they didn’t. Maybe they already forgot about her.

Why would they come? Mary Phoenix, their failure daughter, was no longer their problem after all.

A warm breeze made the curtains sway in a playful dance, the movement beckoning her eye to the world outside that continued on as if it hadn’t ended that horrible bloodstained day. The sky was bright and blue, far too colorful for a world without Joseph. The light glared through the branches of a tree not far from her hospital room, piercing into her eyes like a million needles. Mary couldn’t see the birds that decided to intrude upon her misery, forced to squint then close her eyes to shut out the light that hurt to see, but she hoped they would go away. The high pitched tones hurt, scraping into her brain and forcing her to stay awake, forcing her to experience even more pain. She wanted them to shut up, to stop.

She wanted everything to stop.

It was already over, the world just refused to admit it. The show had ended, the performance ending in tragedy. Her role in the end was the grieving widow whose lover died on stage before the demanding crowd, leaving the curtains to close on her weeping over his still and lifeless body.

Yet the world insisted that the show continue. Just like when the children in the studio audience cried and the blood slowly pooled in a fake primary colored set, the cameras were still recording, still insisting that the show wasn’t over yet, even when the sun had been shot out of the sky.

The hospital staff were the stagehands, forcing Mary to keep playing the part of the grieving widow for an audience that no longer cared to watch her macabre dance. They expected her to perform a variation that should have been a pas de deux. She was a puppet, dancing only due to strings made of sterilized tubing filled with fluids, directed by empty words of so-called encouragement. Their fake smiles were nothing more than a comedy mask, when the only face she could wear was a tragedy.

Who was Mary dancing for?

The show was a farce, a mockery of hope for brighter days. Even if Mary somehow found the strength to move without these strings, she would only be dancing to an empty studio with no audience. They expected her to continue the performance even though no one cared to continue watching. They moved on to the next show, the next thing bright, colorful, beautiful, and alive.

No one was waiting for Mary to get better. No one would mourn her.

Mary lost Joseph before, but back then she held hope that maybe someday they could meet again. She had so many hopes, of a future where she created stories, like the ones that kept her hopes alive even in her empty room where her parents didn’t even bother to check up on her. She wanted to create vast colorful worlds like the ones she imagined whenever she closed her eyes, her only true company during those long and empty days alone. She wanted to touch other people, people like her who just wanted to believe in a world better than this one. She wanted to get better, to make friends, create a family of her own, to feel loved and appreciated.

She once hoped to live.

There was a stack of books by her bed on the nightstand beside the untouched lunch tray, a token offering of something to pass the time in an empty room with only four walls and a single window that invited in blinding sunlight and screeching birds to keep Mary company. She even recognized one of the books, a story that once brought her comfort many a long and lonely night.

Mary hadn’t bothered to open any of them. What was the point? What was there to hope for now?

The dream was dead. The show she gave up so much for was over. The leading man in her life had exited the stage for the last time. The supporting cast took their bows and left for new roles. The audience left to search for something new without a backward glance.

The producers burned the studio to the ground.

A wheezing breath escaped Mary, a bitter sound that was the ghost of a laugh. The SunnyTime Crew Show, that damn show. If she never pitched it in the first place, if she never used what few connections she managed to create to give Joseph that part, would things have ended differently?

With closed eyes, Mary was back in the audience, watching the final filming of the SunnyTime Crew Show, the final performance of Sunny Day Jack. The gunman’s accusations were cruel. She saw the way they cut right to the heart of Joseph from the pain in his face. The hatred the assailant had for Joseph Cullman was all consuming. Those dark eyes burned with a need for revenge so bright and terrible that only death could douse the flames.

 Everything was gone. The show, her dreams, her future, and the only person who ever truly loved her. Only ashes remained.

Ashes, and the macabre dance of the corpse that was expected to continue to perform in a world that had already moved on without her.

It was harder for Mary to open her eyes again. The world was a blur of color, golden hues as the sun dipped down out of sight in the other half of the sky, far from sight. The tray was gone, but the books remained, untouched, but now completely unreadable.

When Mary was young, she wished for a different life, one where she was healthy and happy, one where she made countless friends and made dreams come true, one filled with all the love in the world.

There was no more love left for Mary in this world. The only hope left was that childish wish of going to another world where she would be loved.

Maybe there, Mary would find Joseph once again.

Everything went quiet. The air grew colder with the window shut and the sun gone. It was so dark, with only a single pinprick of light left in the sky.

Starlight, star bright…

The beeping of the machines around her was growing more annoying, but distant, an obnoxious final theme song punctuated by the crescendo of the chorus that came rushing in for the finale at last.

First star I see tonight…

Mary couldn’t see the stars anymore.

Oh starlight… I wish… I could see you again…

The strings that forced her to dance were being directed more violently now, but they couldn’t stop her rusted ball joints from crumbling to ash, as her decaying body unraveled at the seams.

If we… could be reborn… I hope… you love me again…

The stagehands weren’t wearing their comedy masks anymore. They moved furiously to keep the performance going, but the strings were pulling out the hooks in the limbs and caused the stuffing in her belly to spill out.

Joseph… I love you… forever…

The soundtrack wound down until all that remained was the final tone of a flatline that slowly faded away to static.

Star… light…

…

She woke up gasping for breath, her heart pounding against her ribcage. Adrenaline coursed through her body with desperation to live. Everything was a dark blur through a wet haze that left everything about the world indistinguishable. She didn’t know where she was, who she was. All she knew was that she needed…

“Sunshine?”

A pair of warm, strong hands gently took hold of her shoulders, grounding her. The scent of warm linen with a hint of cinnamon and something else she couldn’t readily name hit her with a wave of nostalgia, of home. With it came a longing so painful that all she could do was dive into the familiar warmth that she longed for with all of her soul.

“Alice?” Jack asked, worry furrowing his brow, as he pulled Alice closer to him, allowing her to burrow her face into his chest. Her grip on him was too tight, painfully so, but it was nothing compared to the emotions that bled from her and aching his heart into his. “Hey… it’s okay. I’m right here…”

The only reply Alice could manage was a choked sob, muffled against his chest, her body heaving with every labored breath. Tremors ran through her, as though all warmth had been stolen from her.

Jack could feel the wetness of her hot tears spilling onto his skin. It made him want to cry along with her. “Oh Alice…,” he whispered as he stroked her back in slow circles. He held her as close as he dared, unwilling to risk putting her through even more pain, even though all he wanted was to hold her so close that nothing else would ever touch her again, never hurt her again. “I’m right here, sunshine. I won’t let anything hurt you.”

The comforting words didn’t quite register, but the emotion in his voice and tender touches soothed her. His love wrapped around her like a protective blanket, sheltering Alice from the cold hell she woke up from.

It took a while for the flood of tears to slow, eventually fading to an occasional trickle between hitched breaths. Alice rested her damp cheek against Jack’s chest, listening to the strong and steady rhythm of his heartbeat mingling with his breaths, and the soothing words he spoke softly beside her ear.

“Are you feeling any better now?” Jack asked softly, as he ran gentle fingers along her damp cheek to wipe away her lingering tears.

Alice couldn’t speak, and she couldn’t bear to let Jack go in order to sign anything she wanted to say, so she simply nodded into his chest.

“That’s good,” Jack said. He bent down to press a feather soft kiss into her fair, nearly white hair. “Remember, I’ll always be here for you, Alice, no matter what. Forever.”

“For… ever…,” Alice croaked, forcing the words out through a too tight throat.

Jack shushed her gently as he placed another kiss on her crown. “It’s okay. Don’t force yourself to talk if it’s difficult for you right now. We can talk when you’re feeling better.”

Alice nodded, a sniffle escaping her despite her attempts to compose herself. She closed her damp eyes and focused on his heartbeat, that unmistakable sign of life.

Jack was alive. Her starlight was still alive, still here in her arms.

“Did you have a bad dream?” Jack asked, his voice soft and subdued.

A dream. That’s all it was. That’s all it had to be. It was only a nightmare based on all the times she had to stay overnight in the hospital as a kid, though she never spent those nights alone. She always had her mother or father there to keep her company overnight, and her siblings and friends would see her every day, sending her cards and wishing her a speedy recovery. The hospital was a terrifying place, but she never had to be there on her own.

Alice wasn’t alone.

“Don’t worry, I’m right here,” Jack said to immediately reinforce that thought. “I’ll always be with you, sunshine. Forever. I won’t ever leave you alone. Nothing in this world will ever keep us apart. I won’t let anything take you away from me either. So don’t worry, we’ll always be together, no matter what. I promise.”

His voice carried more than just a promise, there was power in it. His words were a spell that once cast could never be broken. Alice felt it just as clearly as she could the love Jack felt for her. It was endless and unconditional, an unchanging fact written into the very fabric of the universe.

Relief weakened her grip, just a little, and Alice adjusted her hold on Jack into something gentler. When she felt the small indents she made into his back with her nails, she winced a little before stroking the crescent shaped marks softly in apology.

“It’s okay,” Jack said, his voice a soothing caress against her ear. “You don’t have to worry about anything anymore.” He stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers, his touch delicate and sweet. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be right here, sunshine.”

Alice turned her head, just enough to press a kiss against his knuckles. She felt him shiver a little from the action, his thumb lightly stroking along her lower lip. She kissed his thumb next before lifting her eyes as he tipped her chin upward and guided her lips towards his.

The kiss started out soft, feather light, as Jack took pains not to push things too far while Alice was in such a delicate state. To his surprise, her mouth moved against his more urgently, as if she were dying of thirst and only his kiss could save her. He didn’t need further prompting, and he eagerly followed her lead, shivering in delight as he felt her warm, wet tongue slide into his mouth, twining with his in an intimate dance.

Eventually, the two were forced to part with flushed faces while taking desperate gulps of air. Even while out of breath, Alice couldn’t bear to be apart from Jack for long, and she immediately dove back into him. The second kiss ended with them both lightheaded. Before she could go back for a third, he changed course to give them both a chance to catch their breath. His lips went to her chin before blazing a trail down along her neck, taking his time to savor the taste of her flushed skin as he set a fire within her.

“Starlight…,” Alice moaned as she tipped her head back to expose more of her neck to Jack. She shivered as his teeth grazed her sensitized skin, so gentle even as he added more pressure, just enough to leave marks behind that he could trace with his tongue. A thin, needy whimper escaped her as she noticed his hand wandering its way underneath the shirt she wore - his shirt.

Jack took a moment to worship her belly with his palm, savoring her softness, before his hand traveled higher, careful to skirt lightly over her sensitive ribcage before reaching her ample breasts. “Alice,” he breathed, his hot breath tickling her skin. “I love you so much. You’re so beautiful, so soft…”

“Joseph…”

The name was an arctic wind that froze Jack solid, his entire body going rigid.

Alice noticed instantly, and just as quickly felt a fresh spike of fear run through her. “J-Jack. Jack! Jack!”

That name wasn’t enough to undo the damage, at least not right away. As Alice continued to repeat it, her voice grew more frantic, and it shook Jack out of his shock. He readjusted his hold on her to something more secure, trying desperately to once again become the solid and dependable Sunny Day Jack that his sunshine needed in that moment.

“It…” Jack paused as his voice cracked. He took a moment to wet his lips and tried again in a slightly more even tone. “I-it’s okay, sunshine. It’s okay… It doesn’t mean anything…”

The last part slipped out under his breath, more for himself than her, but Alice still heard it all the same. She felt awful. How could she call out another name like that? “I-I’m sorry, I… the nightmare… I was… we were different… it was you, I know it was, but you weren’t called Jack and I wasn’t Mary, I mean Alice, I mean I was…” She was shaking, her breath now coming in rapid pants as her wide, red-tinged blue eyes began to water. “I was… I… I-it was just so real and… and…!”

Jack wanted to stop Alice’s rambling sooner, but he had to take a moment to compose himself, shamefully shaken by a name that shouldn’t, didn’t matter anymore. “Alice.” He cupped her cheek and tilted her head up to look at him. “It was just a dream.” He bent down closer until their noses nearly touched. “Don’t think about it anymore. Whatever happened in that dream or whatever our names were… they’re not important anymore.”

Jack had to pause for a moment to take in a deep breath that came back out more of a shudder than he would’ve liked. “W-What’s important is we’re together now. That’s all that matters.” He took her hand in his and laced their fingers together. “This, right here… This is real. We are real. The two of us in this room right now, Jack and Alice, we’re real. We’re together now.” He put on a smile, however strained it was. “I love you so much, and you love me… and nothing is ever going to tear us apart ever again. That’s all that matters. No bad dreams or anything else is going to change that.”

Alice stared deeply into Jack’s eyes, which were dark in the dim light that leaked in through the blinds from the streetlamps outside. She could see the desperation in them, how much a simple name had shaken him to his core, but not the promise he made to her.

Jack was right. Whatever that dream was, whatever feelings it gave Alice, that didn’t change the fact that he was here with her now. All the pain and loneliness Mary felt, the helplessness and crushed hope… it didn’t matter. She wasn’t dying, alone and unloved in a world that didn’t care about her. She had Jack. She had her family, her friends.

She wasn’t Mary. She was Alice.

Alice wasn’t alone. She wasn’t forgotten. She wasn’t abandoned. Her world was filled with love, and the one who loved her more than anything in this world was right there with her, right where he was supposed to be.

“Starlight,” Alice choked out, as a tear beaded at the corner of her eyes. “Jack… Jack, I love you… so, so much.”

“I love you too, Alice,” Jack said before he gently kissed her tears away. “I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

“I want to,” Alice whispered quietly. “I want to know how much you love me… so don’t ever leave me again.”

Jack paused for a moment, the word “again” lingering in his mind, dangerous and sharp. It wasn’t that name, but the dream Alice alluded to and the implications of it summoned ghosts better left buried in the past. He tried not to show her how haunted he felt, not when she needed him so badly. She needed Sunny Day Jack, the picture perfect person who could protect her from all harm.

“I won’t leave you,” Jack said, his voice low but strong. “I will never leave you, sunshine. As long as you want me here-”

“I want you!” Alice blurted out. “I’ll always want you! I want forever with you. N-no matter what, you can’t leave me…” Never again.

“I won’t,” Jack promised. “I won’t ever leave you, Alice.”

“I love you,” Alice said as she closed her eyes and leaned her forehead into his. “I’ll love you forever. Even if we’re reborn… even if we’re not Alice or Jack anymore… You’re the one I want. You’re my wish come true, starlight.” She leaned back a bit so that she could look into his eyes again.  “You make me happier than anyone or anything else in the whole world. I don’t ever want to live without you again.”

For a moment, Jack couldn’t speak, choking on his breath as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. He fought away the stinging in his eyes, but his smile came easily and bright. He crushed Alice gently against his chest and peppered her beautiful face with kisses, his heart soaring above the clouds despite the ghost of Joseph still haunting him. He couldn’t care less about that, not when his precious sunshine told him something so wonderful, something he had wished to hear for what felt like forever.

“I love you, Alice,” Jack said between kisses. “I love you so much. You have no idea how much that means to me…” He paused for a moment, his voice softening further before he went back to kissing her. “…How much you mean to me. There’s no one else I could ever love more. You’re my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy… forever and always.”

His sweet words were a soothing balm for her wounded soul, while his kisses were like little bursts of fireworks along her skin, lighting up the dark and lonely night she had been trapped in for what felt like forever. When his lips came close to hers, Alice was quick to snatch them up in a kiss so that she could show Jack just how wonderful he made her feel.

Kisses and words of love were exchanged between the pair, heartfelt and sincere. It rekindled the fire from before, starting off with a gentle glow the two of them coaxed into a roaring flame. Clothes were discarded and forgotten, as were the nightmares and ghosts of tragic lives long gone.

In that moment, the only thing that mattered was the two of them, and the love they shared. They engraved their love on one another with their hands and mouths, worshiping the bodies that carried their scarred souls. They twined themselves together in a lurid dance of  thrusting hips and primal screams. It was a beautiful pas de deux that celebrated the bond between their souls that kept them connected across lifetimes.

Alice and Jack, Mary and Joseph, sunshine and starlight… whatever names they used for one another, it didn’t change the love that they shared that overcame even death itself.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #My Writing #My Art

[running-with-the-feels]

Can we get more Subscorp and Bireenacage? Please? Only if you want to

Honey, I always want to, these are my otps

There is NSFW stuff in this Y'all, you've been warned

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Subscorp:

Kuai Liang: THis is cruel and unusual punishment!

Hanzo, with a weary sigh: No, it isn't. It's your asthma inhaler, so you don't die

Kuai Liang, glaring: Do you even love me?

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Hanzo: I want cuddles

Kuai Liang: I have paperwork, but you can come sit on my lap until I'm done if you like?

Hanzo, moving to do just that: You just want an excuse to make out with me whenever you get frustrated with it

Kuai Liang: Are you complaining?

Hanzo: Never

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Kuai Liang, an empty Kage Rage in hand and running on 0 sleep: I think I'm being haunted

Hanzo: I think you need to go to bed

Kuai Liang, climbing into his lap: No. That's where the ghost is. I'm sleeping here

Hanzo, chuckling: Okay, my love

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Bireencage:

Sareena: I walked away for five minutes

Bi-Han, naked with Johnny's mouth on him: Sorry?

Sareena: Don't be, just give me a good show.

Johnny: Pulling off to kiss her: Yes, ma'am

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Bi-Han: Why are my sheets different?

Johnny: I changed them, they're silk now and softer than an Angel's pubic hair

Bi-Han: That was a terrible metaphor and also this was unnecessary

Johnny: It really wasn't, your last bedsheets felt like burlap

Bi-Han: They were

Johnny: Now, see, that just hurts me, in my soul

Bi-Han: You really didn't have to do this for me, it's too....luxurious

Johnny: Well I think you deserve a bit of luxury

Bi-Han, opening his mouth to protest:

Johnny, interrupting: And even if you don't, which you do, what about Sareena? Do you want her sleeping on burlap sheets

Bi-Han: No

Johnny: There you go then

Sareena: What's this about me and sheets?

Johnny: Bi-Han's sheets are silk now

Sareena: Oh thank god, finally

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Bi-Han: You guys love me, right?

Sareena: Of course

Johnny: I'm offended you even need to ask

Bi-Han: And I'm allowed to ask for things? When I need them

Sareena: Darling, you can ask for things whenever you like, whether you need them, want them, or you're just a little bored. Ask us, worst we can do is say no

Bi-Han:.....it feels really selfish though

Johnny: Good. You've given up enough for other people, you get to be selfish. In fact, I encourage it

Bi-Han: Are you sure?

Sareena: Yes

Bi-Han:........could you guys.....could-.....pamper me?

Sareena, grinning: Like a spa day, or.....?

Bi-Han, blushing: Or.

Johnny, coming up to hug Bi-Han from behind and rest his chin on the cryomancer's shoulder: Oh I think we can accomplish that, don't you, Sareena?

Sareena, stepping forward to grab Bi-Han's chin gently: We can, and thank you, Bi-Han.

Bi-Han, already relaxing: For what?

Sareena: Asking for the things you want. That was very good and I'm very happy you did that

Johnny: We are very proud of you for that

Bi-Han, biting back a whimper: You are both going to be the death of me

lemme know if y'all want more!

#kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #subscorp #bi han #johnny cage #sareena #bireencage #mortal kombat 11

[shamelesslyshippingocxcanon]

Bucky x Reader headcanons: Cuddles

Okay so, EVERYONE knows he loves cuddles

He can't go a day without them

You're working? He still wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your head

You're reading? Still, no excuse, pulls your down on the sofa, arms around your waist, you often tell him off cause it's kinda hard to read when he does that

In public? Nope, nothing, goose eggs, no PDA

And he does that for soooo many 'heroic' reasons

The SHAME of anyone finding out that you're dating him

Which you'd totally brag about

The EMBARRASSMENT

The TEASING from Tony, Nat, and Sam

Steve has already threatened them to not interrupt his new OTP

The second you get home...

*Bucky never ever lets you go*

It's cute

Even though it kinda gets annoying sometimes

At first, he didn't ASK for cuddles

Didn't touch you much

Or anything, he WAS pretty shy

But after a while, he discovered that he loves cuddles

It calms him, and they're just so warm and fuzzy

Olaf: I love warm hugs!

Bucky is totally like that snowman

Only if it's you though

Anyone Sam tries to hug him?

PANIKKKK

Little spoon, big spoon, DOESN'T MATTER

Unless he's in the protective mood

Then it's the big spoon

It's...

Endearing

Nightmares have decreased drastically since cuddles have been discovered

Cuddles are the best way to vanquish the nightmares

And you're happy to help

(or comply, hehe)

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky x reader female #cuddles #bucky cuddles #headcanon #bucky headcannons

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

alright alright! you have too many ships i'd want to ask about for your otp asks SO i hope its okay if i ask for a couple of them 🥺 how about 2 for susie/demarco, 7 for frankie/rosie, and 20 for george/curt!

THANK YOU BLU ILYSM

2. What would they do if the other woke up in a manic state after a nightmare? - Susie x DeMarco

I think it would just be a case of holding the other tight for as long as they needed to go back to sleep, and then they might talk about it the next morning once whoever had the dream has fully rested. DeMarco is definitely the better of the two when it comes to saying words of comfort, but he's also the one who has nightmares the most. I think he would take comfort from just hugging Susie as tight as he needs to, listening to her heartbeat and feeling her stroke his hair until he can calm down again.

7. Would they build a pillow fort just because? - Frankie x Rosie

YES. They have both spent so much time with Alice and Jill that they have become master pillow fort builders - every piece of furniture in their house can be used in some way. When Frankie gets pregnant they use it as an excuse to build them all the time for just the pair of them - Rosie claims it's practise for when the kid is born, but it's really just for fun.

20. Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship. - Curt x George

God, there were SO many possible choices for this question but I feel like I have to go with Lover, You Should've Come Over by Jeff Buckley

It's never over / My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder / It's never over / All my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her / It's never over / All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter / It's never over / She's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

#otp asks #blu's tag

[cosplayingwitch]

Winter Wonderland

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Word count: 259

Description: established relationship, living together, absolute fluff, hate vs love of winter.

Warnings: absolutely none. It's as fluffy as one can write without melting into a puddle.

A/N #1: technically, this is based in the "year of the OTP challenge, but I made it reader insert. The January prompt I chose was "snow".

A/N #2: this is completely unedited and written in 20ish minutes on my phone. Please excuse any errors.

For as long as you can remember, you've hated winter. It doesn't help that you end up with frostbite faster than most people, but your dislike started before that.

Your girlfriend, however, absolutely loved it. The first winter you were together, she was absolutely shocked. 

"What do you mean you hate winter?" Wanda shouted, "it's amazing! The snow, warm drinks, everything is beautiful."

"I just don't work well with the cold. I'd rather have warmth and sunshine than boots and coats. I can't drive in those things." You reply, shying away from her. 

Wanda's eyes light up. She definitely has an idea up her sleeve.

"I think I can change that. Close your eyes." 

You do as she asks, albeit reluctantly. Other than winter, you also hated surprises. 

"Alright. Open them." Wanda says, after what seemed like ages.

When you open your eyes, you just can't believe what you see.

Amazed, you managed to stammer out, "y- you made it sn- snow in our living ro- room?"

"I wanted you to be able to appreciate how beautiful it can be, but without the cold and frostbite setting in." Wanda replies as she comes up and hugs you from behind.

You're still flabbergasted at what you're seeing. A flurry of white, with the smallest tinge of red from Wanda's magic. Snow falling softly from your ceiling and appearing to form drifts in front of your couch. The beauty of winter without feeling the cold.

You take a deep breath. 

"This is absolutely beautiful. Maybe winter isn't the worst after all."

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A/N #3: I'M BACK, PEOPLE! This is definitely one of the shortest things I've ever written, but it feels very nice. Any feedback is welcome, but please be kind with it.

#year or the otp challenge #fan fiction #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #established relationship #snow #prompt from #but make it reader insert #gender neutral reader #no pronouns #fluff #pure fluff #as fluffy as one can write without melting into a puddle #marvel fan fiction

[incorrect-koh-posts]

Count Raymond III of Tripoli aka Tiberias for the ask meme (yes this is an excuse for you to talk about your fav ^^)

All right, anon - here's the tea on my old boy:

favourite thing: that he's both weirdly caring and simultaneously tries his hardest not to show how much he cares. He is grumpy but kind and I am so here for that. Also his sassy eyebrows.

least favourite thing: that he can - often at the most inopportune of times - be very self-serving. He protects the people he loves like a herding dog, but doesn't give much of damn about anyone else. As soon as he does no longer have any personal interest in an endeavour, he's out.

favourite line: "At first, I thought we were fighting for God. Then I realised we were fighting for wealth and land. I was ashamed." A somewhat anachronistic sentiment, but it sums up his disillusionment pretty well. Poor thing needs a holiday - and a hug.

BrOTP: Godfrey, obviously. I wish they'd had a scene together in KoH.

OTP: Not sure. I ship historical Raymond pretty hard with his badass wife, I could see myself shipping Tiberias from the movie with a variety of characters including Godfrey and Balian, and in my AU fic I ship a blend of historical and movie-verse Tiberias with my OC Isolt because grumpy bitches in love are my soft spot, I suppose. So yeah, it depends.

NOTP: Raymond x Baldwin (in a historical sense). In theory I'd be all over this because they have such a great dynamic and I love them both, but the incest aspect is a bit iffy to me. However, if it's strictly movie-verse and not a word is breathed about them being cousins, I'm totally fine with it.

random headcanon: This man is a bisexual disaster and you cannot change my mind.

unpopular opinion: To me, Raymond is the most fascinating character from the movie / historical figure from that particular time period (at least on the side of the Franks) and, as far as this fandom goes, that's the hill I will die on. In a lonely manner. But that's okay.

song: I Can't Go On Without You - Kaleo. Not a perfect fit, but some of the lines are quite Raymond, I think.

favourite picture: I have two. The first one is just regular silver-fox-y goodness and the second one is Tiberias when the guards throw him out of bed at 4 o'clock in the morning to play chess with Baldwin:

#asks #ask games #kingdom of heaven 2005 #raymond iii of tripoli #tiberias #should this man wear billowing pastel blue nightgowns that expose his weird bony chest? i vote no #though the shears are an especially nice touch lol #my fandom rants #kingdom of heaven shitposting

[middlechildwhoescapedthebasement]

For the OTP asks ~

11. Are they a healthy couple? If no, why not?

15. Do they like the same music?

19. Would they ever lie to each other? Why or why not?

27. How do they feel about Valentine’s day?

29. Do they like public display of affection?

Thank you Neon! (Hope you don't mind the nickname)

11. Yes! They bring out the best of each other and understand the other like no one else.

15. Yes and no. There are some genres that they love to listen to together, but Hanzo doesn't like electronica like Varian does.

19. Varian would about small stuff like "No it was not me who ate your snacks you have no proof-" but other than that no

27. Varian uses it as an excuse to kick the kids out so they can have sex in peace

29. Only hugs and holding hands. Everything else is for home!

#Middle mutuals #Mk FireDance #FireDance #what if au #mk oc #Mk Varian #Varian Hasashi #hanzo hasashi

[canon-can-fight-me]

AAAAAH HAPPY ANNIVERSARY YOU TWO!!!! ONE OF MY OTPS I LOVE Y'ALL SOSOSOS MUCH <3333

HI THREEPIO!!! Okay so, you know how when humans are in love they get butterflies and blushy and shaky and stuff? How does Rina make you feel since you're a robot? Like do you start steaming? x3 And what does she do that flusters you the most without her realizing?

Thank you for your kind words, Nick! I truly I appreciate it. ☺️ (Kaiyo taught me how to use these little emoticons, though I’m still getting the hang of it.)

As for your question…ahem. Well. It’s quite difficult to explain, but…in the way that human heartbeats accelerate, I feel this rush of electricity throughout my circuits, an almost tingly feeling that runs through my entire body. While I do not technically steam when flustered, I will admit that at times it certainly feels like that. Though more accurately I would say my circuits tend to whir faster, and as a result I tend to emit more heat than is normal. While I admittedly find myself worried by many things, the nervousness she makes me feel is an entirely different experience. One that I’ve become rather fond of.

Now, for your second question, she is rather cheeky and so most times I’m flustered by her are because she is actively trying to get such a reaction from me. However, there are rare times when she just wants affection from me, typically in the form of a hug or just to lie her head in my lap. There’s a certain way she looks at me that admittedly flusters me, and I do believe in those instances she isn’t even trying to.

Oh, Kaiyo wants me to add that everything she did before we started dating seemed to fluster me.

…Excuse me? That is simply not true! I admit some certain things may have elicited such a reaction from me, but “everything”?

#anniversary takeover 💛💜

[abyssalhuntersnerd]

So one thing led to another and I had to go to Ikea today...

AND LOOK AT WHAT I FOUND, LOOK AT MY NEW BABIES I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AND I'M GONNA CHERISH THEM FOREVER, THE OTP HAS BEEN COMPLETED-

Also, here, if any of you want to have your own, have this:

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go to bed and hug these all night. Thank you.

#normal posts #once again I am sorry for being busy but ugh this whole room renovation thing is taking a long time #and I'm so tired

[witch-and-her-witcher]

number 20 for the domestic OTP with children prompts 🥺

#20 - child: "Look, I made this for you. I also made one for mum/dad/parent."

"Has a Water Hag crawled from the swamps into my garden?"

"Mum!" Ciri responded incredulously, placing both fists on her hips where she stood under the arched entrance of the vast swatch of herbs, vegetables and ornamental flowers alike that made up her mother's garden.

Yennefer pushed the wide brim of her straw hat back, looking up from her kneeling position with a smile. "Oh! It is my vagabond daughter, returned. Excuse me, the smell was alarming at first."

Ciri glided forward on her witcher's footsteps and gathered the sorceress into her arms as soon as she stood up. "Well, now you will smell just as alarming!"

They embraced for several moments, Ciri not missing how her mother searched her body gingerly for injury under the guise. When they separated, they both wore large, pleased grins. Reunions only grew sweeter every time Ciri returned from the Path to visit her parents' seaside cottage.

"I'm glad to see you're still in one piece, Witcher," Yennefer said playfully, hooking their arms at the crook. "Shall we get you into a bath?"

"Yes, but first!" Ciri used her free hand to dig around in the leather bag she kept strapped to her hip. "Look, I made this for you. I also made one for the old man."

In her outstretched hand, Ciri held two bracelets made of woven horse hair with silver clasps. In the center of each bracelet's length, a milky green stone. As Yennefer took in the jewelry, she noticed a matching bracelet on her daughter's wrist. The power from the stones was dull, but Yennefer could sense it swirling under each cloudy surface.

"I know you're much better at enchanting stones, but I picked this spell up from a druidess I met along the path," Ciri spoke with slight anxiety and eyes brimming with hopeful expectation, "Put yours on and I'll show you."

"Well, alright." Yennefer held out her wrist and allowed her daughter to clasp the bracelet.

The stone was cool against Yennefer's skin initially, but as Ciri closed her eyes and set a fingertip to her own matching stone, Yennefer felt the magic take hold. The milky tone of the stone cleared and a bright pink hue shone through the green stone accompanied by a light warmth.

Yennefer felt her breath catch. "Oh, Cirilla -"

"Whenever one of us thinks of the other and touches the stone, it will let the other one know!"

Pride and love swelled within her mother and Yennefer had to pull Ciri into another hug. Ciri buried her face into the crook of Yennefer's neck, despite the bend it required in her tall frame.

"You like it?"

Yennefer blinked back the mist in her eyes. "Yes, Ciri, it's quite lovely and thoughtful." As they separated, she thumbed at Ciri's cheek to remove the smudged coal from the happy tears that she shed. "You're going to make your father cry like a baby, you know?"

Ciri threw her head back in laughter. "Geralt has grown soft in his old age, hasn't he?"

"Yen, have you let a drowner up from the coast?" The deep voice called from the edge of the woods as the white haired Witcher returned from his foraging just then.

Ciri stuck her tongue out. "No, a Water Hag."

It was going to be satisfying to watch Geralt tear up even more over the gift after that comment.

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Original post: (feel free to request more prompts!)

#anon you wanted teeth rotting fluff right? #domestic otp prompts #yenralt #yennefer & ciri #ciri #witcher

[smartzelda]

For the otp thing: SoRiku for 32, 26 & 39 Mikalight for 40, 23 & 30 And finally NearlyMelloDramattic (?) for 16, 5, & 11

This is revenge isn't it? Well lucky for all of you I love to talk

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Soriku

26: Hugs. I think once they're finally together and all those feelings are out and they're comfortable, hugs and words of affirmation would be huge. And I don’t think either of them will be able to hold back that well once the barriers of "I don't know my feelings" and "I don't know if this is allowed" are up.

32: I think early on in the relationship they would probably just find a reason to remove themselves and then later apologize assuming they themselves were the one in the wrong, but as time goes on I think they'd both try to "win" the argument. Hopefully one of them will eventually decide to be the bigger person and get the argument on track to "Hey you know what, I love you and this topic doesn't matter anyways" or "Let's take a breather on this and calm down so we can work this out with level heads". That being said I think it's likely enough they'd end up starting a competition to resolve the argument and they get so into it they forgot why they were arguing in the first place.

39: Like in this list or in my other kh otps? In this list (by process of elimination) I'll have to say NearlyMellodraMattic just because at least they'd have less problems with them. I said less though, not zero. Of my other kh otps though I'd say uhhhhhh KaiNamiXi? Idk I think they'd have a time.

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MikaLight

23: Mikami overthinks the most but only marginally. And that slight bit is because he overthinks about everything Light does INCLUDING whether he's properly pleasing Kira-sama and doing his will.

30: For Mikami? Anywhere. Maybe lips or forehead edges out the rest just a little but every time he's glad to be granted this chance at all. For Light I think the forehead would be his favorite. It doubles as a soft place for kissing and puts him in a position where he can have Mikami below him (most likely kneeling) and tilt up his chin. What can I say, he likes having someone look up at him.

40: Light. They're both in deep, okay, but Mikami is the most likely to try and fail to hide back a smile, or the moment Light makes it clear that smiling is okay he would just do it all the time. He loves everything about Light and I think it would be easy for Light to make him smile just by...smiling himself or really even just being him. Unfortunately Light needs to have control over every facet of himself, so I think aside from certain moments where he fails, he either fights to hold it back or purposely slips on a smile.

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NearlyMellodraMattic

5: Oh boy. So Near I think would be quality time. Specifically in a parallel play type way most times. He likes existing in the same space while he and one of the others is doing something separate (for example, if he is building a model while Matt is playing a game, or if he sits and watches while Mello and Matt play a game together). Occasionally (you gotta have them spoons man) he'll try to get one of them to join him so he can do those things with them. I'm going to nail Matt with physical touch (or at the very least, existing as much in your space as he can where it's still comfortable). So I think that might mean throwing his arms around their shoulders and making excuses to touch them, or (moreso for Near) sitting where body parts such as arms or hands or feet or shoulders (for example) are just barely touching. For Mello I think it would be a mixture of being present in the same, sticking around, and gift giving. So the parallel play type, sticking in the same room or space, but also getting his partners stuff. It may not always seem like it's a friendly gift or followed up with nice language, but everywhere he goes he would see things his partners might like or need and will share some of those things with them (like making mention that he heard that Matt's favorite manga is getting an anime adaptation or buying Near a model kit he doesn't have that's really intricate)

11: Matt. Mello is like a cat, you always wanna decide whether it's a good idea to touch him, and he has different levels of tolerance or capacity for handling it for different people. Near I think has a complicated relationship to it and would prefer initiating the touching or giving an okay for it. I think the previous answer for them answers why I'd say Matt.

16: They all stay up too late, let's be real, but I think in order of who would take this role more often it would be 1. Mello 2. Matt and 3. Near. Near cares about them but he understands that trying to be the authority on this would make him hypocritical. He believes that it's up to his partners to keep up with a sleep schedule or to choose not to. Matt is often the one staying up too late, but I can see him checking the time or coming into a room while it's late and being like "come on it's late". I can also see him doing this if he wants to sleep in the same bed as either one of them. As for Mello, he's definitely a hypocrite. I'd think it's like a 50/50 shot. Either he'd say wouldn't care and (when asked) would say Near and Matt are adults and can handle themselves, or he'd tell everyone to go to bed often (when he realizes how late it is) and only concede in a situation in which he needs them to stay up with him also. So like a 50/50 shot of doing what Near does but louder about it, or very much caring about his partner's sleep schedule and making sure they eventually sleep (getting more frustrated as they don't).

#ask game #ask meme #feel free to ask others! #death note #Kingdom hearts #kh #mikalight #soriku #NearlyMellodraMattic

[saltiestcoconut]

Ai for the unofficial president of the Ai Simp Club™!

Jfkldsajklfdjslkf omg ai my beloved yall ain’t READY

How I feel about about this character: ah my sweet ai how I love you so I just wanna squeeze the artificial life out of him whether through a hug or one of the plush death grips idc hes the apple of my eye love of my life call me yusaku because he was made for me to love him he literally has all the characteristics I love in fictional characters how can I not fall madly in love jfkdlsjl I loved him since episode 2 (if you know you know) and sheesh my love for ai only deepened as I continued to watch vrains I love him so much fjdsklafjkl sigh whatever you want baby boy name it and its yours goddamn the way that I’m just so whipped for him it’s hilarious I’ve never felt like this for any other fictional character lol I would throw myself at his feet idc I don’t think I can last a day without seeing ai’s adorable face idc what form he’s in (I love them all) I need to see him at least 5000000 times per day I need time to just love and appreciate ai every day I’m so whipped fdksljafkljsdak

All the people I ship romantically with this character: YUSAKU! Yusaku! I love them so so so much I'm never getting out of this hellhole anytime soon :'v then to a much lesser extent ryoken also I think writing lightai as a past/unrequited relationship is fun too even though I technically don’t ship it lol

My non-romantic OTP for this character: ai and roboppi! Gosh I love them so much fdjksa also ai with the rest of the ignises I love them so much. . . ! also I think ai and pandor would be pretty great too I gotta find an excuse to write those two more often . . .

My unpopular opinion about this character: gosh do I even have one? I think just about every headcon I have I’ve seen support for it . . . I guess there needs to be more trans ai headcons? Why won’t yall make ai trans hm? What’s stopping yall from appreciating trans ai

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: more flashbacks of ai with the rest of the ignises blease I love what we got but I wish we got more like it’s obvious ai loves and adores his family but I wish we got a reason as to why? Most of the flashbacks we got was lowkey just him getting bullies by the others lol most of the good interactions is during canon which is fine I love it but I wish we got to see that more in the past to help show why ai was willing to go to the extreme lengths he did to protect and save them but hey that’s just a small part of a bigger overall issue with vrains and I’m here to love and appreciate vrains not simmer in my discontent with it lol

#obviously i dont mind bullying ai cause i do it all the time too lol #ai is a very bulliable character and sometimes he deserves it #my perfect little meow meow my most beloved of blorbos oh how i love to make you suffer #one day ill make the most magnificent ai shrine just watch!!! tho it wont have much charms cause most of them are in my ita bags lol #jfklsdjfdsajfksjfj ai dskljfaldsjfjsdfj #okay okay ill shut up about ai now #ygo vrains #ask and ye shall receive #im just gonna wait for someone to ask about yusaku yall aint ready for my unpopular opinion about him lmao

[fourfeetteninches]

You didn’t reblog the thing but I’m making you answer 10, 20, 30, 40, 50, 60 for chaserflower spread the agenda

SLAY thank u naurcissamilfoy i am here to spread the chaserflower agenda

10. Describe their first date.

i feel like their first date happens after they get together. like they’ve shagged before any kind of formal date has happened BUT STILL i think narcissa would be in charge because she was raised to be a proper and respectable lady she probably takes ginny somewhere expensive for dinner and gives her very clear instructions on the dress code which of course ginny breaks because she likes to annoy narcissa

20. Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

going extremely rogue with this one but i don’t dance from high school musical 2 (ginny is ryan narcissa is chad) from the sport theme to narcissa being reluctant about being head over heels for ginny

You'll never know

Oh I know

If you never try

There's just one little thing

That stops me every time

like EXCUSE ME? so them

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing?

personally tumblr user naurcissamilfoy i think your answer is canon but i will raise you ginny cheating at that game and picking nothing as the outfit because she loves seeing narcissa naked. i think narcissa would try and contest that and argue that it isn’t an outfit but ginny would have some kind of loophole

narcissa is 100% putting ginny in fancy dress robes there’s no other answer. she wants to see her dressed elegantly for once instead of wearing her jeans and old shirts

40. Who has an insatiable appetite? And what does the other do to help?

GINNY i feel like it's just a thing that the weasleys have big appetites idk if its canon or fanon at this point but either way i like it. also in my eyes ginny will always be an athlete so she builds up an appetite. anyway narcissa always has snacks maybe she even bakes for her (i would like to see narcissa in an apron covered in flour)

50. Who's more likely to do something out of spite?

they’re quite literally the two most spiteful characters i know (affectionate) but i feel like narcissa just beats ginny 

60. Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping?

GINNY i feel like she just has narcissa in a bear hug all night. narcissa is her teddy bear/hot water bottle/comfort wife

#ship chaserflower because i say so

[managician]

Saw one of those "questions to ask your OTP", and a few stood out to me as perfect for Sontails:

"Who's adorable when they're sleepy, and who gets grumpy and irritable?"

"Who makes the other blush all the time and finds it adorable?"

"Who gets jealous easier?"

Hello! I love these questions, and you're right, they really do fit for these two. After some thinking I'd say I've got my answers down :)

"Who's adorable when they're sleepy, and who gets grumpy and irritable?"

Sonic would be really adorable when he's tired, imo. The guy's an adrenaline junkie and has crazy amounts of stamina, so when he actually hits his limit, he hits it hard.

I can see him getting more clingy and 'lazy' if he's sleepy, which Tails finds pretty endearing. Usually, Sonic tries to look strong and reliable in front of his friends, but he lets himself be more open around Tails in the rare times he's feeling truly exhausted. Tails also tries to let him be as clingy as he wants with hugs. Boyfriend privileges all around.

Conversely, Tails is a handful when he gets sleepy. If he's sleepy but not resting, it means he's busy working on a project / prototype / research that has caught his attention, and he will not put it down, no matter how much his eyelids keep drooping closed.

But we all know our performance gets worse when we're tired. That'd make him mess up and get irritated down the line. Thankfully, Sonic's used to dealing with any of his moods and will always manage to drag him to bed, haha ^^

"Who makes the other blush all the time and finds it adorable?"

Sonic, absolutely! He already thinks Tails is the cutest guy he's ever met and he just gets even cuter when he's blushing, so he tries to get it to happen as much as possible.

This involves casual displays of affection, mushy compliments praising Tails' abilities to hell and back, and making sure he knows how grateful Sonic is to have him in his life.

Even if Tails understands Sonic partly acts that way to get him flustered, all his loving words are 100% genuine. Sonic really does love him that much, which is what drives Tails to look like a tomato every single time.

Tails himself would also enjoy making Sonic blush, though. Stuff like their interactions in Colours or Frontiers makes me think that they both get their own fun out of seeing the other grow embarrassed, honestly. I just see Sonic succeeding more in the task.

"Who gets jealous easier?"

I don't see either of them as terribly jealous people, but my pick for this one would be Tails, easy.

Since Sonic is a mainstream hero, he receives plenty of attention from other people on a daily basis, many of whom are friends he shares a deep and/or unique bond with.

Tails has been shown to struggle with self-confidence issues before, even regarding something as obvious as whether Sonic really needs him around or not. It's a no-brainer to imagine that he could end up feeling bad over it.

However, it'll always be a case of misplaced jealousy, of course! Sonic couldn't and wouldn't replace him for anything in the world, he'll reassure Tails of that whenever the other needs to hear it.

One could make the argument that Sonic is super protective of Tails and thus would also get easily jealous over him, yet I find it way harder to see it happening. He trusts his partner and doesn't want to put their bond into question.

...It's a different story if we're talking about any of the media where Tails has a canon love interest and Sonic is secretly in love with him, but those would need a separate answer. xD

Thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about the boys! It was really fun to give these questions some thought.

#sontails #long post #thanks so much for the question! this was a really nice surprise! #and sorry if these responses are so long. i tend to ramble a bit :') #flashoneonetwo #otp ask meme

[skyland2703]

OTP Asks: Boom! Comics; Billy/Skull (turnabout is fair play~): Who gets flustered watching the other peel and eat a banana? Who's the sensitive one (physically)? Who's the sensitive one (emotionally)? Do you have an AU thought?

If turnabout is fair play does that mean I get to send you Javelia? Don’t answer that.

Who gets flustered watching the other peel and eat a banana?

Billy! Skull knows just how much Billy tries to maintain a reputation, and while he wouldn’t want to do anything to tarnish it, that would hurt the boy, he is more than happy to make Billy get flustered with eye contacts and the very seductive eating of the banana, AFTER they start dating. So, this is how it goes: they’re sitting in the juice bar… so far, only Kim has managed to get it out of Billy, that the two of them are together— no one else knows (ok Bulk also knows) and Eugene just makes eye contact with Billy the first occasion he finds. After that, Billy is glancing at Eugene nervously anyway, and Skull finds THIS the best moment to take a banana, gently peel it, rub it along with his hands and— meanwhile Billy is just looking all red in the face and Jason Zack and Trini are just trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with him. They don’t know that his pants are too tight. They suspect it’s the shoes.

Who's the sensitive one (physically)?

Billy is the more physically sensitive one. He’s got a smaller frame, and a more sensitive body, with heightened senses in a lot of places anyway, and Eugene always makes sure he’s not hurting Billy every time they get together. He knows that Billy has a giant “Fragile: Handle with Care” sign printed all over his body. He know it, he respects it. For Skull, he’s not that physically sensitive, because the tough life has given him lessons, and under Bulk’s wing, he’s taken up a lot of exercise and workout routines, trying to fix his malnourished, used to be sensitive body. (Someone pleaee hug him.)

Who's the sensitive one (emotionally)?

SKULL SKULL SKULL SKULL SKULL. THERE IS NO QUESTION ABOUT THIS. ITS A GIVEN. He has a tough exterior but he tries. Oh god he tries to make it feel like he’s got no emotions. But he’s an open book, one that Billy can read even if he didn’t know the language— and he practically has a PhD in it. So Skull tries to hide his emotions, and he’s got a lot of them. Sometimes, when something hurts him, he lets it be, even though it kills him slowly. He wouldn’t confront Billy on disappearing to ranger battles when he didn’t know Billy was a ranger, keeping it to himself, the hurt that came with the self depreciating fact that “maybe I’m not good enough for him, and that’s why he’s making excuses to get away from me”. Billy found out, and he cried because he thought Eugene should trust him more than that, at least. “I love you. More than anything else. Please. Never say something like that again” That’s how the first confession from Billy had come around. And Eugene promised to be less self loathing, though that would still take some time— it’s not easy to mend what’s broken inside of you, you see.

Do you have an AU thought?

Excuse me, AN Au thought???!!?!!? I have AU thoughts for these idiots EVERY DAY. I mean it. They’re right after my Javelia AU ideas, I’m not kidding (can’t count SkyZ. I’ve exhausted AUs with them. Ask anyone) lets see: College AU, Tattoo Artist x Florist AU, Mafia AU (ngl that one sucked in my mind) I’ve got a roommates one already in my drafts, and a demolition lovers AU that I can list off the top of my head ^^

Now let’s see, what should we elaborate on rn?? Yes. Florist x Tattoo Artist AU. Involves ton of flower language and symbolism (yes, your line with the lilies got me thinking bout this… if you remember?) so Skull runs the tattoo place in a worn out run down area of the city, and Billy has a flower shop in one of the the better areas. Billy wants to try out new things, so he decides to get a tattoo, but he doesn’t know of what exactly. It’s another cliche meet cute, where the tattoo artist he finds is Skull and asks him to draw whatever feels like it’ll go with Billy’s personality, and weeeellllll….

#yes. yes I left it there on purpose #evil author things you know #anywayyyyyyyy #I almost dropped my phone in a bucket of water while typing this #billy cranston x eugene skull skullovitch #eugene skull skullovitch #billy cranston #mighty morphin power. rangers #headcanons #ask #^^ thanks for the ask!!