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simplyclary · 6 months

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You Never Go Out of Style: Some Personal Favorites from Taylor Zakhar Perez's Fashion Lookbook

The idea for this post stemmed from a couple of lines that Alex said to Henry [via text] in Red, White and Royal Blue that goes "I hate the tie you're wearing in Vogue. It's so boring. What do you have against color anyway?", which I randomly commented something like "Okay, Mr. Fashionista".

This is a list [of sorts] of some of my favorite Taylor Zakhar Perez looks from past events (in no particular order) and a personal commentary.

Taylor surely knows how to rock every style possible, from the casual to the dressy to the preppy to the shirtless summer vibe. You name it, he'll most likely rock the heck out of it. He's the next fashion stunner that the fashion world has to look out for.

His photo above is just a little taste of what's to follow. I have to admit that this is one of the first photos I saw of him. He's wearing a simple ensemble composed of a white Prada tank top plus a cream button-down that is unbuttoned and black pants paired with a simple chain necklace and a couple of bracelets. His charisma was just oozing and therefore, I was immediately attracted to him.

Before I officially get into it, I would like to say that there'll be breakers in between each of the looks that will be mentioned to provide pauses. Some photos on here are also candid shots, but you take what you get, I guess.

I like to start off with a little heat (if you know, you know). Grab some water, get your snacks and enjoy.

Prada (Spring/Summer 2024 Menswear Show)-June 2023

HOLY HOTNESS!! How do I even begin?? Like words are gone from me every single time I see this picture!! I can't even begin to describe what's going on other than the fact that Taylor looks extremely hot and chiseled. Like he's a Greek god come to life.

I would also like to add that he mentioned in the "Get Ready With Me" video for Vogue last September that this Prada show in Milan back in June was his FIRST fashion week. So imagine him stepping out of the car shirtless (even for a minute) during his first fashion week in the first month of summer is just unbelievable. Like jaws dropped and hearts fluttered (peep the audience behind him).

Outfit wise, no comment because what is there to comment other than the fact that he just made summer extra hot. Plus those colored shades and his accessory choices (a watch and a Prada necklace) was just matching the overall summery vibe. It's summer but make it designer.

The black blazer is honestly giving me like rich guy vibes plus the green pants just adds a pop of color to not make the look simply ordinary. The necklace peering out of his collar just adds a little glimmer and the shades to protect his beautiful brown eyes from the summer sun is the little casual add-on that this dressy look needs.

Man, Taylor really managed to pull off three looks this day and still managed to make them similar but different. Like I know nothing really changed because his green pants are still there but with the white tank top screamed fashionable summer. Also the way this photo was taken with the sunset behind him really made him stand out. I really like the contrast of the semi-dark background to his light outfit.

Again, considering that this was his FIRST fashion week, he already SLAYED and that's a sign that he will continue to do so in the events to come after.

Versace (Cruise 2024 Show)-March 2023

Gosh, something about Taylor in an all-black ensemble just does something to me. Like he become 10x more attractive in my eyes (not that he isn't already). This photo simply screams rockstar or something like that.

I never thought a mesh tank top with leather pants is a combo that would work, but on him, it does actually work. Again, the contrast of a dark outfit and a light background works every well. The light green of the background with his dark ensemble just makes him pop out.

I would also like to add that his tousled hair with this outfit is a lovely combo. If his hair were pulled-up and he had no bangs, I think I wouldn't like it as much (or I would, who knows?) as I like his hair tousled. Also the pairing of his necklace with a couple of silver bracelets and a ring on one of his fingers just looks like little stars and comets in his night sky of an outfit.

Vogue World: London- September 2023

Hello my prince!

This look, wow!! It's like he jumped out of the pages of a fairytale book. This look left me completely breathless. The white top (not buttoned all the way through) with the attached waistcoat and the flared trousers gives me the Victorian/Edwardian London era vibes which is fitting considering that this event took place in London.

Taylor looks every bit the royal prince in this ensemble. I am obsessed with his overall look. However, if I were to change something, I would change the color of the attached waistcoat to something darker (navy blue, maybe) so it's not white on white but that's just me.

I also love the fact that he was present in this event because Anna Wintour, the editor-in-chief of Vogue, called him and that invitation alone means something special and bright for his future in the fashion world.

Disney, you better cast him as a prince right now or else....;)

Of course, with Taylor, it's always multiple looks a night so for this silver-gray cropped top look he wore, I couldn't really say anything except that it was such a sparkling number which kind of contrasted the plain white top he wore in the earlier photo.

Add the fact that this top is cropped so a bit of midriff was shown but who am I to complain. Taylor is cut and fit anyway, so I won't say more than that. It was a good outfit choice to end a sparkling and star-studded night in London.

Ferrari (Spring/Summer 2024)-September 2023

When I first saw this look, I screamed. And then I saw a comment on socials that said "Taylor Zakhar Perez in his Stephen Strange era" which made me scream even more because Doctor Strange is one of my most favorite Marvel characters.

To be honest, Taylor kind of pulled the reverse version of Doctor Strange because for those who do not know, Doctor Strange wears an all blue outfit with a red cloak. With Taylor's version, he pulled the reverse by having a dark red inner top with a navy blue [that's almost black] trench coat and pants. He kind of completed his version of Doctor Strange with his tousled dark locks and a bit of stubble.

He also gave me major Sherlock Holmes vibes with the trench coat which I honestly love.

Other than the fact that I completely disassociated, this look is something I can see many people wearing during the colder fall season. Like this look gives immense fall vibes to me, and Taylor flaunts it nicely, as always.

The Clooney Foundation Event-September 2023

Oh my good heavens! This was a look that had me screaming and breathless at the same time. Before continuing, I want to say that I could also see this outfit as something Bruce Wayne would wear, which is funny because George Clooney played Batman.

Again, something about Taylor in an all-black ensemble does something to me. It just leaves me mesmerized. Add that he's sort of clean shaven here with his usual tousled hair. That is a perfect combination of a look for me. He's wearing a black Versace tank top underneath the coat and merely visualizing that gives me butterflies.

In other photos, his coat is unbuttoned and his tank top could be seen and also a little choker necklace around his neck that is so thin you could barely see it but yes, he was wearing like a dash of silver jewelry during this event.

Fun fact, he was supposed to wear like a brooch [that's like $35,000] but he broke it prior to the event. True ACD/TZP fashion, if you ask me.

Also, during this event, he was seated at the same table as Donatella Versace and Anne Hathaway so that speaks volumes.

Burberry (Spring/Summer 2024, London Fashion Week)-September 2023

This look is giving very practical vibes. Like the trench coat that is almost like a raincoat over a plaid long sleeve is very practical especially during the ever changing weather in jolly, old England.

As usual, Taylor manages to pull it off in every way possible. Also, him being in London Fashion Week generated like the highest media value which is something else and I mean, who can blame the people?

This look is pure fashion and function, which I guess, is one way to simply put it.

Bullet Train Premiere-July 2022

Nothing like a blue turtleneck to get me swooning. Taylor wore a light blue long-sleeved turtleneck paired with dark blue pants and a couple of black bracelets on his wrist to the Bullet Train premiere, which was his FIRST premiere night, to support one of his close friends and former co-star Joey King.

This is such a simple yet dashing ensemble, and I definitely swooned hard. Add that his hair was pulled up so he has no bangs in the way of his handsome face was just a good look.

I would like to add that he looks so good in blue. I mean, he looks good in every color in the world, but something about him in blue is just stunning to me.

Green Carpet Fashion Awards-March 2023

Oh my, you have no idea how much I have fan-casted him as Rhysand or Azriel or Xaden Riorson in my mind just because of this photo. (If you have read the ACOTAR series by Sarah J. Maas or Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros or at least, you have been seeing book content on socials, you'll know who I'm referring to).

Again with the all-black ensembles. I swear, give me Taylor in an all-black ensemble any day and I would just gush over it. But something that sets this apart from all his other all-black ensembles is the way it fits him.

His shirt and pants with the blazer is just cut close enough to his body that he looks magnificent and as if his clothes was molded from the night itself. Also, the clean shaven face and pulled back hair makes me want to respect him (I mean, I already do) like a High Lord from a fantasy novel or something.

Add the fact that he's seated and posing on a white settee is lovely because he looks like a shadow warrior in a land of snow and the contrast is just amazing to look at. He's like a painting almost so there's that.

International Woolmark Prize (IWP) Event-May 2023

If you know Taylor, you know that he would not pass up on an opportunity to advocate about fashion sustainability. He could talk about that advocacy forever, and for good reason.

Earlier this year, he attended an event with The Woolmark Company and he wore a navy blue ensemble, which is composed of a white tank top and a striped navy blue button-down that is layered by a navy blue coat. He completed his look with black loafers and a pair of necklaces, which add a little shine to his outfit.

No more words to describe him other than charming and handsome.

London and Milan Street Style-September 2023

This photo is just Taylor on a regular day crossing the street in London, but he makes it look like a fashion runway. Like he has a way of walking that could give actual models a run for their money, I'm not kidding.

Anyway, his outfit here is kind of not what I would personally pick but meh, I don't mind how it looks on him. I also just so happen to realize that the colors of his outfit (including his shoes, which are not shown in this photo), compliments each other. The orange details of his beige sheer top compliments the blue of his jacket and his blue pants compliments his orange and brown shoes.

With his shoes, I would have personally gone for sneakers but Taylor wanted to be comfortable, so he picked another pair of shoes instead. I would no longer question his fashion choices at this point. I guess the colors compliment each other so that's a plus. The touch of sparkle with his jewelry (he was wearing a choker necklace, a couple bracelets and a ring on his left index finger) and a touch of darkness with his watch is a bonus point in my book.

This is a fan-taken photo and Taylor just casually posed in front of a leafy background yet it looks like something out of a magazine. I mean, he is photogenic in every possible angle, so yeah.

He was just giving super casual meetup with the fans vibe here. Like a black t-shirt with black joggers is the perfect casual outfit. He also added a pop of color to his dark ensemble by having a blue jacket wrapped around his shoulders, which just adds to the casualness of the overall outfit. Also the fact he was holding a book (it's "All The Light We Cannot See" by Anthony Doerr) just warms my bookish heart.

This is probably one of his most casual outfits, like no designer anything, just plain tees and pants. It's an everyday outfit, I guess so I have nothing more to say about it.

The unbuttoned shirt?? Do not get me started on it, please!

I cannot explain how many butterflies flutter in my chest every time I look at photos of him with his shirts unbuttoned. Like the hotness and charm that exudes from him is on another level.

This is the day after the Ferrari event [I think?] and Taylor went to the same spot where he met with some fans and the atmosphere became like a fan signing event and it was lovely to see.

Style-wise, this is one of my favorite Taylor looks because it's style and comfort, casual and preppy at the same time. The white top with the dark pants is the total opposite of what he wore in the photo before this which was dark on dark. This time, it was light on dark which is always a lovely contrast to see on him. Add the glints of gold and silver from his jewelry and you have a stunner right there.

The TZP Lookbook Ends Here.......Or Does It???

That is quite the plethora of photos to browse and indulge yourselves in. Fashion week is never over for this stylish stunner. Red carpet or not, Taylor Zakhar Perez will always find a way to flaunt his charming and unique sense of style that will always have fans' jaws dropping and hearts fluttering.

He is on the list of stylish people that fashion magazines should look out for, and dang, if his outfits in this year's numerous fashion weeks does not secure him an invite to future fashion weeks or the MET Gala 2024, I don't know what will. Inviting him to events is also a key to generating high media value, considering he kind of has the world in a chokehold recently, so there's that.

If you want more of TZP's fits and style, do not worry, the lookbook does not end here because there's going to be a sequel to this (like I pray that RWRB will have a sequel just so they could have the proper press tour and all that), but I'll leave you with this for now.

To officially end, I'll leave you by telling you to support Taylor's fashion sustainability advocacy and choose your fabric to own your style.

Peace!

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huguswerescared · 1 year

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Ages and Lil' facts about this blog's Au and it's characters.

Puppets:

Yellow

He's somewhere between 14 to 16 in this au (I know some people dislike having him be a child or in this case a teen but there's a reason for this.)

He may or may not have mild autism (?)

His eyes are a dark green but turn to a neon lime-ish color when his batteries are changed.

He can't exactly remember his death, all he remembers are smells, brief moments and someone yelling for him to get out of the way.

He likes drawing and sometimes paints with Paige (Sketchbook) although he avoids the color green.

He's not allowed to use the stove after he and Paige nearly set the kitchen on fire.

He's allowed to help out though.

He sees Red as a father figure while he sees Duck as more of a uncle, dad and grandpa mashup abomination.

He's well-liked by most of the teachers.

His room is painted dark green and he has those glow in the dark stars glued to his ceiling.

Red

Somewhere between 25-27 in this au.

He cut his hair once and it grew back within 24 hours.

Yellow gifted him a apron that says 'Don't make me poison you' in cursive letters, he was mildly concerned about it but he wears it every time he cooks.

The main dad of the group

Red likes puzzles.

Since I'm pretty sure he's naked all the time in Canon, in this au he wears red hoodies and sweatpants if he isn't in denim or something else.

See's Yellow as a son and a little brother combo and sees Duck as a housemate (but later on as his best friend)

All he remembers about his death is that he drowned and that he was on a family trip.

His room is painted a grayish blue.

Duck

27 - 31 in the au.

He used to be a Staff Sergeant in the air force before his death.

He collects magnets.

He prefers not to cook and leaves that up to Red and the teachers.

Sees Red as his best friend and his opinion on Yellow changes.

He unironically has some cannibalistic tendencies.

He has little to no memory of his death.

His room is forest green and he has a bunch of military themed things in his room.

Simon (Written and created by @neemsstuff aka my beloved best friend!)

Dude died via cult sacrifice (Not the love cult)

He's like a cat, he gives the people he likes dead stuff.

His favorite color is purple.

He’s sensitive to people bringing up his disabilities, often becoming irritated or just dismissive.

He is territorial towards his close friends and “family”, not allowing strangers to even come near them.

He is autistic and has a lot of cat related vocal stims, especially purring and meowing at people :3

He is the only puppet to know his name.

Teachers:

He also has a problem with trying to eat everything and some of the teachers.

He met Lesley once while he was going to make coffee and she was stealing coffee in the middle of the night, he's terrified of her.

Sketchbook/Notebook (Paige)

Her bedroom is splattered in different paint colors she regularly draws on her walls.

She has a humanoid form and a puppet form, why you ask? Because I can draw it.

She doesn't have much control over what she does in her song other then the lyrics and being creative.

Her favorite one of the trio is yellow she thinks he has artistic talent.

Gets along well with almost all of her fellow teachers.

Unlike most of the others her death was a slow and mostly painless death by carbon monoxide poisoning in her home along with her S/o.

She remembers bits and pieces of her death and life, the teachers remember a bit more then the puppets.

Tony the talking Clock

His room is filled with clocks and other steampunk themed things.

Like Paige he too has a human and a puppet form, he hates both of them.

He had more control in his song minus the whole rotting the trio thing.

He has a questionable amount of bowties.

He gets along with most of the other teachers.

He remembers the day of his death in full detail.

He died of carbon monoxide poisoning in his home with his S/O (not so subtlety hinting).

Colin the computer

He hates freelancers.

He enjoys helping in the kitchen.

He will murder you if you like NFTS.

He died via electrical shock.

He has zero memory of dying.

He has a humanoid form, he looks like a nerd.

He just chills out on the desk and his room is in his digital world, it's very glitchy.

Him and Electracy are have sibling vibes.

He likes to pull pranks on literally everyone no one is spared, he is scared of Tony though and Duck, Duck bites.

Electracy

She sleeps in the electoral box.

She died by getting electrocuted while on the job.

She also has zero memory of dying.

Her and Colin died on the same day in different places.

She likes playing Pokemon.

She likes roller skating.

She like the others have a humanoid form less nerdy then Colin.

She does NOT LIKE COOKINg.

Ti (My oc!)

Her full name is Ativan but she prefers being called Ti.

If you refuse to sleep she will go feral and hold a pillow over your face until you pass out.

Her hat is basically her hair, she can cut it and it grows.

She vaguely remembers her death.

She doesn't really understand that she's dead, she just remembers being taller.

She has a whole cabinet of whatever dead stuff Simon gives her, it smells terrible.

She used to be a sleep therapist before she died.

She died from exhaustion, like she dropped dead.

She uses Simon as transportation.

SHE HATES SHRIGNOLD.

She rarely sleeps so she makes sure her 'friends' get the sleep she can't.

Shrignold

He and his cult live right behind the house.

He tries to set everyone up in a romantic setting.

Is he dead? Did he die, is his cult dead? Mass cult suicide?

He avoids Simon like the plague after he nearly bit off his wing.

He still tries to get yellow to join his cult, Red smacks him with a broom every time he comes near him while duck starts yelling about disrespect and Simon just tries to CHOMP down on his wings.

He stole a key so now he can enter the house whenever he can.

He's homophobic but everyone likes him better then Warren.

He recruited Warren into his cult.

Everyone tolerates him and prefers the homophobic cult leader to Warren.

Unemployed Brendon

He published a novel.

He writes murder mystery, mystery, thriller and romance novels!

He died young.

He accidentally overdosed.

He's the older one!

He likes to draw with Yellow.

He has a bear shaped kids plate.

Briefcase

He's the unemployed one but he doesn't know that.

He died on his first day to work.

Also died tragically young but not as young as his brother.

Him and his brother know their dead but don't mention it.

I project my siblings issues into them

Him and his brother have sibling bonding days where they watch movies.

Roy and Lesley

They're married.

Sometimes happily sometimes not.

Roy does drugs like a lot of them.

The drugs don't work neither does the alcohol.

Are they both dead (?)

Sometimes they're affectionate to Yellow.

And the rest of the time they're not.

Lesley is more affectionate then Roy.

Roy knows that's not fully his son.

his son is dead

Lesley worked on children cartoons while Roy was a free lancer.

Red and Duck DO NOT LIKE ROY they don't know about Lesley.

Roy does not like Simon, Simon likes him though.

He has kicked Simon, Lesley thinks their 'friendship' is hilarious.

Lesley makes stuffed toys in her spare time.

Roy burned down the old house not because of the dead bird or yellow it was to get them into THAT house.

Lesley and Roy live in the upper rooms, they have a kitchen, bathroom and the like.

Roy likes roast beef.

Bonus facts:

Lesley likes tea and coffee.

Lesley likes to steal coffee at midnight when the teachers and puppets are asleep.

They all live in the same house.

Are they in purgatory?

Please send asks this blog thrives on em'

Mostly everyone is platonic, there are a few romantic pairings.

Found family.

Yellow's name is David I don't care if that's not technically confirmed it's his name here.

The group from the jobs episode is also dead, I wonder if they'll appear here?

Warren slander if on the rare occasion someone asks for him, he will be bullied by me making the other characters bully him, I do not like him.

Alrighty thank you for reading!

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pink02 · 2 years

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Mi Amarillo

Camilo Madrigal x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Camilo would always seek every possible way to make you blush.

Trigger warning: Camilo teasing you endlessly.

A/n: Fluff... with Camilo... this is too much for my bitter a- Was in a bloop so I haven't uploaded fics much.

Short little drabble that I kept forgetting the plot. Ignore any grammatical errors ciao!

♡♡ Masterlist ♡♡

Camilo is obviously a natural flirt and gives out suave moves and such. Though he only flirts one particular person. Takes every opportunity to call or give random pet names or even make smooth moves just to get a reaction. Neither would know if he was being serious or just playing since he wouldn't even give a straight answer. It's frustrating to say if he's playing other's emotions or what since he's always giving mixed signals.

You sighed for the umpteenth time whilst you carry two full watering cans down from the well to the little vegetable garden you had.

"Mi vida, are you sure you don't want me to help?" The Madrigal boy queried as he skipped down the path just behind you, his hair bounced swiftly and a wide smile planted on his face.

"No 'Milo, go do your own chores." You grumbled setting down one can and proceeds to water the different kinds of greens. Your face turned away from him so he wouldn't notice the red dusted on your cheeks. It's annoying for you to think that he could call you various names so easily just with the roll of his tongue when he's with you.

"But I already asked mami if I could have a day off! I did it so I could spend some time with you, mi corazon." He whines, back slouching seeing that you're not giving him any attention whatsoever.

You turned your head immediately just as the shapeshifter tilts his body forwards to see your face. You wouldn't let him see your blushing face, it would be embarrassing to know that he always has an effect on you. "As you can see, I'm busy." Your brows furrowed trying to focus on your task.

"Well I could just help you." Camilo offered with a grin as he lifts up the other watering can. "I wouldn't just let mi corazon do all the work." He prompt while watering the other plants that was across you.

"Stop messing around, Camilo." You sighed once again feeling your cheeks burn as he smoothly make his way around the garden pouring the water to each plant.

Camilo silently hummed and swayed into a rhythmic pattern, somewhat ignoring your comment. He was way into his musical number, enjoying the solo dance like he didn't even cared if someone was watching or not, especially you. You stared at him in bewilderment, his moves were somewhat charming even though it occurred to him so randomly. An ounce of weirdness to his charisma was always his combo, seeing that it was the shapeshifter's signature style.

"Dance with me." Camilo grinned as he approached you with a hand reached out as an invitation. You stared at his hand blushing and dumbfounded, feeling nervous and confused to what he was plotting since everything just now felt so out of the blue. "Cami', why are you-"

"Come on!" You yelped when he pulled you by the arm closer to him. Your bodies flushed together as the Madrigal boy held onto one of your and the other to your waist. He led you into a swaying motion as he gazed onto your eyes brightly. You felt butterflies in your stomach while held you closer onto his chest.

"Cami, we better stop." You pursued lightly tapping his shoulder. "I know you're enjoying this." He smirked at you seeing your face glowered in embellishment.

"Stop goofing around, 'Milo. This isn't funny." You frowned looking away.

Everytime he does this feels like he's just toying with you and you sometimes get hurt thinking that he was never serious to anything he does and said. He would just want to fool around like the easygoing nature he has.

"Who said I was goofing around? I just want to enjoy the time with you, mi amor." The shapeshifter grinned as he twirled you around.

Mi amor, that name made your cheeks burn deeper yet made your heart ache even more. You never really knew what is real or fake at this point. It's so frustrating that he keeps up with these shenanigans yet doesn't comment about it like it was nothing to him.

"You're just toying with my feelings." You stopped abruptly making him pause. "Stop this." You gently pushed him away as your eyes faced down to the ground not looking at him.

"Since when did I toy with your feelings?" Your eyes widen and breath hitched as you felt his hands grabbed onto your wrists.

The atmosphere around you shifted so suddenly, tension rising as the both of you stood in the middle of the garden. The warmth of his palms against your skin and the lowness of his voice gave you goosebumps all over your body.

"Since you never even gave me a straight answer if you have feelings for me or not." Swallowing the lump in your throat, you looked up to meet his ever rich muddy eyes.

"I assure you that my feelings for you were true since the beginning." He stared at your frame making you feel a weird sensation all over your body as he peered into your eyes in seriousness.

You snapped just as you registered his words into your mind making you push him away and cover your face with your hands. "S-stop it! T-this isn't funny, Camilo." You stuttered as a flush crept up to your cheeks.

The boy was surprised at the sudden push but then chuckled and held his stomach just as he saw the way you cover yourself in embarrassment. "What's wrong, mi vida? Was I too much for you?" Camilo smirked mischievously as he pulled you to his chest once more making you bury your face into your palms as he embraced your frame.

"You're an idiot." You grumbled. Feeling vibration of his chest, the shapeshifter chuckled once more at your lame come back.

"At least I'm your idiot." Camilo smirked as he pulled away gently, his hands rests onto your shoulders as he gazed over your blushing face.

"I'll take that back. You're more than an idiot, mi amarillo." You rolled your eyes. Both of you paused just as you realized what you said, the boy gasped and held onto you firmly. "Wait no-"

"Say it again." He ordered but you struggled within his grasp, trying to get away. "No! That was a mistake! You heard nothing!" You shout as you pushed Camilo away.

"You called me by a nickname!" The shapeshifter rejoiced trying to hold you back from getting away. "You actually called me by a nickname! I'm the happiest guy in the world!" He pulled you up by the waist and spun you around gleefully, laughing and smiling as if he won the lottery.

"Nooooooo!" You whined as you buried your face against his neck, your cheeks glowed red like a tomato. You will never hear the end of it as you already knew that Camilo would pry you over the rest of the day and maybe for the rest of your life.

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A/n: There, more fluff... you're welcome.

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honeyfizzly · 2 years

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Giving my opinions about all the yttd designs because I can lmao, warning for some spoilers (mostly when talking about the dolls lol)

Sara chidouin- her hair really isn't that bad, like it dosent make sense much but it's not the worse hair style I've ever seen (nor is the worst in the game).

Uniform is basic but I like how Sara wears her uniform properly compared to Joe, showing that she's the more responsible one out of the two.

Joe tazuna- when I played yttd with a friend we both called Joe "sonic" because of his spiky hair. So his spiky hair will always be awesome to me.

Other than that, I like the dog motifs (like the Keychain and lil bone). His uniform also has his blazer unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up, showing up that he's more of the carefree one of the two.

Mishima- not sure how an 30 year old would have their hair gone already grey so I feel like he really should've been made older.

Alot of his character is carried by his posture (with his odd pose and mad man smile) while his clothes are kinda plain. His glasses are cool though, they're very small and realistically wouldn't be covering his eyes but I think it helps serve his design rather than take away.

Kai- not much to say about his design, androgynous and mysterious looking which is a pretty good combo imo. I like how the apron is a warm color compared to his very dark pallette.

Reko- pretty good punk looking lady, her pallette is pretty dark with splashes with bright red and yellow. There's really nothing much to say about her since she's fine, maybe adding more yellow with some more piercings like nose piercings?

Alice- his hair is so weird in my opinion and I feel like he could've gotten a better hair cut, but I do like how vertical stripes are a constant motif in his design. His prison uniform is basic with nothing of note and the chains aren't too distracting.

Nao egokoro- I think softer colors would've worked with her better but other than that she's fine i guess. Maybe more accessories or more obviously art related stuff on her? Like some paints splashed on her overalls could've been nice.

Kanna- the bucket is very cute I will defend it with my life. The red is her skirt dosent look that good to me and I would've preferred it to be the same pink as her tie on uniform. I like all the greens in her pallet though, I think green is a good color for her.

Sou- his color pallet is kinda everywhere 😭 purples, reds, greens, blues, and brown. I wish it was a more organized pallet and should've stuck with reds (for the scarf, it's kinda important so can't be taken away) green and a little bit of blue.

Keiji- his hair color is so ugly I'm sorry 😭 litteraly looks like a durian. I wish a more desaturated yellow was chosen for the hair.

Other than that he's pretty good, looks like a suspicious man which he's presented as the beginning. I don't really think he needs to look like a "cop" because he isn't one and that's not what is trying to be conveyed with his design.

Gin- sweet sweet boy, very good design. Looks like a little boy with an special interest with animals.

Only complaint is that maybe something alligator themed could've been add in his design cause alligators are cannonical his favorite animal. Dosent have to be anything big maybe just a key chain or an scale pattern somewhere.

Ranmaru- I like how his design directly contrasts Joe (Joe being very bright and in your face with his colors, while Ranmaru is basically black and white). Other than that nothing much to say.

(3b spoilers) I do think his logic route sprite is interesting cause the eyes change color, so maybe there's a symbolic meaning to how a character's eyes are drawn? Also his hair becomes more fluffier but also spikier too, so it's shows that he's kinda unhinged and dangerous (compared to how his hair is usually well kept)

Anzu- very cute but she dosent scream "clown" other than her little jester shoes that are only in the Keychain merch. Her being a clown could've been pushed more and maybe she could've had some subtly clown make up or her hoodie could've been made to look like a jester's hat.

Hayasaka- very basic looking and his outfit is pretty similar to mishima's. His body posture kinda carries all of his personality instead of his actual outfit.

Kurumada- his hair is very fun 10/10 but I wish his outfit was more striking like how his hair is. Also since his eyebrows are always furrowed it looks like he dosent have eyebrows😭

Mai- I love her big stupid bread hat, very nice and striking part of her design. Her design is very nice with its lovely warm colors but she also looks very similar to a floor master??? Like she could pass as a floormaster most definitely, idk if that's intentional I just find it weird.

Hinako- her anatomy is weird with her tiny little stick legs and her hair is an bright color of pink which I personally didn't like at first but it's grown on me.

I feel like a longer skirt would've worked better for her but I do like how her hands are always shoved in her pockets, it's somewhat stand off-ish body language.

Sue miley- I wish the dessert she was based on was more obvious but I kinda feel in love with her design when I first saw it. I love how melty the chocolate parts of her clothes are and I love the spiky hair.

Her "pre asunaru" design is simple but nice, she looks not unhinged and just a science lady.

Tia safalin- love love her design! Her food theme is much clearer and I like the ribbons and witchy hat. Her design is very nice to look at imo. I wish her boots weren't that ugly though (I get that it's meant to match with ranger but the brown color dosent fit)

Rio ranger- I like how cluttered and chaotic it is, and his little mouth signs are an awesome idea. My only complaint is that the ice cream seems kinda tacked on for the dessert theme and dosent really fit.

Midori- pretty solid design, his eyes are creepy with how they're wide open and starring straight at you. He's also very in your face with how he's leaning directly towards you too.

The red scarf and green hair combo works here cause of how little colors are in his pallet (only really black, red, green and sometimes yellow depending on the sprite)

Gashu- he looks like an classy older looking man. The turtle neck is nice and his posture is very ridged which makes his one "freak out" sprite in main game stand out way more. Not much else to say.

Maple- I love how pancakes and syrup are litterally on her hair, it's so cute and a unique detail. Maple has a cute maid outfit(at least it looks like a maid outfit to me lol) with a skirt thats litterally syrup which is super cute as well. Her design is very cute lol.

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sandundersun · 3 years

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Everyone has a Downside, He isn't Excused

vernon x reader || romance || 1.3K words

warning: mention of blood

tbh this is not really romance, it’s a short description of hansol’s life

He was probably the weirdest and the toughest man you passed by in life.

He wasn't afraid of any extreme entertainment; haunted house ride, skydiving, any kind of spice, putting water in extremely hot oil, walking as if he owned the hall when he was ten minutes late to class. He gave a little to no fuck about challenges in life. If his parent put him in a sports club on his younger day and he chose to be a long jump athlete, he probably would be good; or you could send him as a shepherd with no internet connection for two months and he would come back with no scratch; it was some strong kind of endurance partnered with adaptivity, or witchcraft.

So, maybe, maybe that's why God gave him a little downside—that could kill him in a colossal amount but on a usual day it was only mildly annoying.

The boy was allergic to mundane things you stumbled upon in everyday life. He was hardly enjoying springtime when the grass became less green and more colorful, as flowers blossom here and there, because the pollen made his eyes itchy; he couldn't eat peanuts, where it came in so many delicious snacks and foods; he loved cat to death, he probably would have a dozen if it wasn't for his busy life, but he was kinda allergic to them. It was comedy.

Plus, this stupid reckless boy, who was brave enough to punch someone in the face for messing up with his sister or friend, constantly had a wound on his lips; not because of chapped lips and sun combo, nor because of the fighting he had once in a while. This boy just felt like, eh, it's a good day to bite my lips until there was blood on it, and he needed to put an ointment, stay calm for a while and, oh hello another good day; a fridging vicious and addictive cycle.

Though—at first—you didn't understand in the littlest bit of why it became a "cycle".

"It's a reflex," he said. "I don't know, I just bite it when I find something cringe or funnily dangerous."

Except, anything his peer group said or did was cringe or funnily dangerous; from talking with a lovey-dovey tone in public like a romance classic novel to coloring someone's eyebrows with red chili paste—his mates was, suffice to say, insane.

The first time his lips got sore after you dated him, he sent you a chat with a crying emoji and an "aw" , followed by a picture of a drop of blood—as a proof because he was like some kind of an indestructible god until now. It was alarming. You saw blood, meaning pain, and you hurriedly jumped out of your bed, going to a store, and knocking on his door.

The sight in front of you was not what you foresaw.

Well, there was someone who was tired and in—a bit of—pain, and the other was the happy healthy one, but he was the fine one. Standing while hugging his orange cat Leo, with a small scar, yet super red; a little lost.

"Oh, hi!" He welcomed you and ushered you to sit on the couch. "I didn't know you'd come."

"Well, I brought you a compress for the scar," you said, "you sent me a pic and I thought it was painful?"

"Yeah, for five seconds, it's fine by now."

That was one of the oddest and funniest excuses you heard in a whole year, and just like that, your effort went to waste—in your defense though, that was also the first time he sent you a crying emoji.

You sighed out loud, meanwhile, in a flash, he gave you a kiss and a hug and the damn cat was trying to keep it civil with you.

"Thank you for the ointment, by the way. I'll keep it for the next one."

"The next?"

"I get this once in a while."

Glad you bought two because once in a while meant 24/7/365.

Dear God, sometimes you wondered, why were you worried for a man that should barely survive the world, but was actually thriving in life? Seriously, if someone hated him, they could just lock him in a greenhouse or sneak up peanut on his meal, and get done—well, he was an awesome person, so perhaps no one disliked him that much, but—you believed some super force magic must be circling around Hansol.

You should just stay put and enjoy the day—like him.

It wasn't easy.

It took time for you to not get panicked every time his lips bled. For the first fifth time, you bought him a new ointment and compressor; by the eleventh, you tried to breathe and mumbled it's fine, it's just a scratch. It was annoying for you too though, worrying for a grown-up man who made biting lips his habit. But after the twentieth, you had let it go. For someone as pretty and as magnificent as him, this one addiction simply served as a reminder that no one is perfect except God.

Well, another downside, you could go with no kissing for days, sometimes a full week if his scar kept reopening.

Not that it mattered that much though.

You can still kiss him on his eyes and nose and cheeks, and he would press his lips in return, on your knuckles and arms and stomach—though not as strong as you. And his love surging through his hands on your arms, whisper in your ear, and everything in him that was all around you.

Anyway, the third time it happened, you slept in his apartment. It was half-healed at the time you arrived and instantly got better.

His olive-colored sofa was soft and fluffy and comfortable, you probably had been there for almost three hours, devouring the melancholic novel in front of you, with five minutes breaks two or three times to get another drink or go to the bathroom. The sun was barely seen on the west when he snuggled up on you, made you—forcefully—put down your book and wrapped your hands around him instead.

"What?"

"Nothing." He buried his head deeper on your chest, voice muffled. "I just miss you."

"I've been sleeping in this apartment for two days," you ruffled his dark brown hair, "what kind of missing?"

He sat up and let out a witty smile, then he brushed your lips with his. "Missing to kiss you."

You laughed at the rare sight of him being so soft and spoiled. Your fingers voyaged to his jaws, thumbs softly brushing the corner of his lips. The rashes weren't as bad as the first time, it had become flat and the color faded into soft pink.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Yep." And he leaned closer to give you another light peck.

"You said it hurts?"

Then another kiss, not quite a peck right now "It does, very faintly."

You pulled yourself and gave a look what are you doing. "Hansol ..."

"Oh, come on. The bit of pain dawns on me after I kiss you, I can't feel it when your lips are on mine. So maybe,"—two kisses, short and sweet—"maybe we can kiss all night long so I don't taste the pain."

And he was gone for the long endless kiss before you could deny any of it. Left hands wrapped your neck, fingers crawling on your back, chest going against each other. You wanted to let go yet wanted his desire too, and in the end, you succumbed.

Well, maybe the aftermath of his habit wasn't that bad.

note: this was supposed to be a short writing under 500 words after my friends talked about Hansol’s constant wounded lips, I thought it was from his allergy, but people said it’s his habit of biting lips lmao. So, I just kept typing and typing describing him and a bit of seventeen dynamic (ofc edited a bit), and end up with 1.3K rambling and a little romance

#caratwritersclub #vernon #hansol vernon chwe #vernon chwe #vernon x reader #vernon scenario #vernon imagine #vernon fic #vernon drabble #vernon fluff #mine:svt #mine:writing

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I wish you would write a fic in which Alex stumbles upon a homeless Reggie and invites him to celebrate Christmas together, so neither of them has to be alone for the holidays.

Snow used to seem like pure magic to Alex, a rare storm of Christmas bliss, a miracle from Santa, his mother once said, even though he was almost too old to believe in Santa. But he'd wanted to hang onto it, to lean into her touch, so he had.

Now it trickles into his hair and his eyelashes and drips down his face, down his back, and he yanks his hood over his head, but he can't escape the chill, the ache. Snow, like Christmas, has lost its luster, and Alex hunches his shoulders, cursing Willie for dropping the fact that he got Alex a gift at the last possible second.

Thankfully, his neighbor has a love of baked goods, and Alex dives into a corner store for the few ingredients he's missing. He and the employee exchange incredibly thin Merry Christmases, worn with fatigue and bordering on loathing, and he's so ready to exit the store that he trips over an outstretched pair of legs once he does.

"Fucking hell!"

He drops to his hands and knees, scrambling to snatch up the ingredients that have all burst out of the bag, ignoring the sting in his palms as he pats at the sidewalk like it'll make his chocolate chips reappear.

"Looking for these?"

The man Alex tripped over holds up the missing bag, smirking like his skin isn't chapped red where it peeks out from the rips in his jeans, like he isn't shivering in his t-shirt and ratty flannel combo. Alex slowly reaches for the chocolate chips, bracing for the man to mess with him, but he simply drops the bag into Alex's waiting hand.

"Um—thanks."

He shrugs, looking at Alex with too bright eyes, burning green with ghosts, probably not unlike the ones that hunted Alex when he got kicked out a handful of years ago.

Alex stays, crouching next to him, and the man sighs, wetting his cracked lips.

"No problem, man. You seem really stressed, and while I'm fucking starving, I think eating chocolate chips for dinner might actually kill me at this point. Too rich for an empty stomach or whatever, you know?"

"I don't think that's—okay," Alex concedes as the man lifts his eyebrows challengingly.

"What, did you want me to steal them?"

"I want you to come home with me," Alex blurts, waving his hands as the man's eyes first go wide with shock and then his face contorts with fury, "not like that, Jesus! It's just—I am stressed. I'm lonely. I have nothing better to do but to bake a present for my neighbor, and it's Christmas, and—you're hungry."

"You know nothing about me."

"Dude. You just told me that you're hungry. That's something. And—I'm Alex. That's also something."

He throws his head back as he laughs, and it's a bitter sound, but he's thawed a little when he looks at Alex again, holding out his hand. Alex takes it, hoisting him up.

"Reggie. And what makes you so confident that I'm not going to like, jump you?"

"Honestly, it would be a highlight at this point," Alex mutters, startling a more genuine laugh out of Reggie. He's still clasping Alex's hand, and he leans closer as he takes Alex in, really looking him up and down.

"I could say the same," he murmurs, and Alex shivers.

It has nothing to do with the snow.

#ralex #reggie is rightfully cautious and a bit more jaded than usual #alex can relate because he was also briefly homeless #i hope you like it babe ❤#ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms

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animebaby00 · 3 years

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I Don't Deserve It: Chapter 1

Summary: When Shoto gets a nasty stomach bug, Izuku stops at nothing to help and take care of him.

But Shoto can't help but wonder...

Why?

Shoto was used to his body's fluctuating temperatures, shifting from hot to cold, then back to hot. Sometimes an odd combo of both.

But when he woke up, he was warm, unbearably so and he knew it wasn't from his quirk...which he found strange.

It was very noticeable that this warmth was different. It was radiating inside and out, pulsing, thickly covering his skin. It was a heavy heat, pressing him down, increasing his rare drowsy state as he lay under the comforter of his futon.

He had to get up though. He had school. And he wasn't about to let the touchings of a slight fever prevent him from doing so.

A slight fever. Yeah, that's all it was. Once he was up and moving he would be just fine. He'd had fevers before. He's powered through them in the past. He had too, because if he dared show any sign of weakness…

Shoto shifted around under his covers, stopping to clench his eyes shut as a spiking pain shot through the front of his head. It stung his temples and traveled over the entire surface of his scalp down to the base of his neck.

A headache ? What the hell ? He just woke up. Why was he getting a headache now?

The pressure drummed through his skull and rattled his brain. It felt like his head was trapped in a hydraulic press. His room was still dark and he was lying down, yet for some reason, he felt very dizzy

God it hurt. Maybe he should stay-

No. Stop that.

Your fine. You're strong.

That's what the little voice in the back of his head told him. And he listened to it. With a soft grunt, he sat up despite his body's protests and stood, gathered his things and left his room, convinced that a cold shower would knock him back to his senses.

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Turns out, that was a mistake.

When he arrived at the bathrooms, he was relieved to see that there wasn't anyone in there. The idea of chattering voices as everyone got ready didn't sound appealing at all, especially with a pounding headache. It made sense though, as he was usually one of the first ones up in the dorms as well as one of the few males who showered in the morning.

He had kept the water on cold in the hopes to relieve the uncomfortable, feverish feeling on his skin. It felt nice in the beginning, but after a few minutes, his body had strangely broken out into a violent chill, causing the pain in his head to increase.

He then opted to turn the heat of the water up in the hopes to cease his body's shudders. But it wasn't working. Shoto found himself leaning against the wall of the shower several times as the pulsing of blood in his ears grew more extreme.

Every bone in his body ached, every muscle felt tight, especially his stomach which now carried an uncomfortable, heavy feeling that he couldn't place.

After coming to the conclusion that a shower of any temperature wasn't going to help, Shoto shut off the water and grabbed a towel, jaw clenched tight from his chattering teeth. And he found himself unable to stop.

He took careful steps in getting out of the shower, drying himself off as quickly as his tired limbs would let him and proceeded to get dressed.

That proved to be a challenge too.

He almost lost his footing in slipping on his pants, had issues buttoning his dress shirt due to his trembling fingers, and even before he was fully clothed, his body started to grow warm again as if the chills never existed.

Shoto wiped at the sweat that had beaded on his forehead, bewildered at it's presence since it had only been a few minutes since he had gotten out of the shower. Why the hell was he so hot ?

Maybe it was just because he was closed in a heated, small space, considering that the bathroom wasn't very wide. It was more long due to the strip of sinks and showers right next to each other. And there was an additional warmth to the room due to the final few minutes of his hot shower that had caused some steam to fog up the mirrors.

He just needed to get out of there. Then he'd be fine.

Shoto turned his head around towards a hook by the shower to grab his tie and uniform jacket, and it was there that everything took a turn.

He didn't even move that fast, but everything around him started spinning, his line of vision turned fuzzy, and he could feel his stomach do a backflip. He stumbled, just barely catching himself on the edge of the sink. His heart thumped in his ears as he braced the edge of the sink with his sweaty palms, inhaling deeply through his nose.

That was close.

Carefully, he eased himself up, resting his forearms on the sink's counter. He raised his head, and for the first time, got a real, good look at his reflection.

Though the mirror was still foggy, he could make out the continuous perspiration dripping from his forehead and neck. His heterochromatic eyes were dull and outlined with dark circles. His skin was pale aside from his cheeks and tip of nose, which were blushed a bright, splotchy red.

He looked terrible.

And he felt terrible.

But that didn't matter. Heroes didn't take time off from things like this. And he'd be damned if news got to his dad that he stayed home because of a small fever. He would never hear the end of it.

"Haven't you learned anything?" Endeavor would ask him, "We don't let insignificant things like this get in our way. This isn't how heroes act. We don't show our weaknesses. Are you going to let people die because of some fever? Stay home in bed while they struggle and suffer? Let everyone down again?"

No. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

With a deep inhale, Shoto pushed himself away from the counter, but wobbled forward back against it as his vision once again began to swirl.

His insides churned with unease and he clenched his stomach with his free hand, grimacing.

And it was then that he heard a knock at the door.

"Hello ? Anyone in there ?" A voice sounded from the other side.

Shoto cursed under his breath and forced himself to stand up straighter, his head highly disagreeing with the action as it thumped against his skull.

"Y-yeah. Come in."

The door opened, and Shoto recognized the individual immediately, his mop of fluffy, green hair a dead giveaway.

"Oh ! Good morning Todoroki !"

Shoto had to keep himself from hissing in pain at the tone of his friend's voice. It's pitch just the tiniest bit too high.

"G-good morning, Midoriya…"

He mentally scolded himself on how weak his voice was, but it's as if the freckled teen didn't notice as he nonchalantly walked over to one of the sinks.

"You're up early." Midoriya chided, grabbing his toothbrush from the holder, "Then again, you get up pretty early every morning. Even on weekends."

"Y-yeah."

The green haired boy beamed, and Shoto watched as he opened a drawer and grabbed a tube of toothpaste.

"Ah, I forgot ! We should probably get downstairs sooner than usual. It's Sato's turn to make breakfast and I heard that he's going to make homemade pancakes !"

Shoto's eyes widened drastically at his friend's sudden mention of food, and the idea of it made the rest of the color drain from his face, gut gurgling violently as an overwhelming feeling of nausea took over his senses. He had no choice but to cover his mouth.

No. He was not going puke. Not here.

Not in front of Midoriya.

"Knowing him, I bet they'll be amazing! Ah, he could put blueberries in them, or maybe chocolate chips! I can't wait!"

Shoto inhaled a shaky breath through his nose. He felt so sick, and he deeply wanted to tell Midoriya to stop talking about food. But he felt that if he opened his mouth, something other than words would come out instead.

He shut his eyes as Midoriya rambled on, trying to quell the growing, nauseating feeling in the pit of his stomach, but it was traveling quickly. It was growing beyond his control and he could now taste a metallic like sensation on his tongue, which felt thick and heavy like wet cotton.

He shivered, hand gripping the sink tighter, and let out an involuntary, tensed groan from the back of his throat. It sounded quiet to him, but maybe not as quiet as he thought. For after the sound of it breached the air, the bathroom went silent, and a cool hand could be felt sweeping his bangs aside.

Shoto opened his eyes slightly. A pair of green orbs were staring back at him, filled with concern and worry.

"Todoroki ? Are you okay?" Midoriya asked softly.

In that moment, Shoto felt obligated to lean into his touch and admit defeat. The feeling of Midoriya's fingertips alone against his heated skin compared to that of pure bliss. He wanted to say that he wasn't okay.

However, he didn't do that. Instead he pulled away in an attempt to walk towards the door of the bathroom, but his body acted completely against him. He stumbled and fell forward, prepared to make contact with the floor.

But he didn't.

Instead, he fell into a pair of arms, slightly smaller than his, but warm, strong, and comforting as a voice barked desperately into his ear.

"T-todoroki !" The ill boy groaned, pressing his lips together sourly as a new sensation stormed over his body. He fell numb, and it was then that he could feel something warm creeping up his throat.

"Todoroki ! Y-you're burning up ! " Midoriya exclaimed, pressing a hand to his friend's forehead, "What's wrong ? Are you not feeling well ?"

Midoriya didn't receive an exact answer of "yes" or "no". Only a mumble and an action, but it was enough to prove his claim as correct.

Shoto's eyes had widened once more at the question, a low "M'gonna be sick…" leaving his lips before he turned a practically flung himself towards the toilet.

His hands fumbled with the lid, and once he pushed it up, his body immediately convulsed and he pitched forward. His stomach tightened in on itself in a painful, sharp heave. His mouth became coated in thick, bitter saliva, before he threw up forcefully into the toilet.

Shoto's hands gripped the toilet's rims so hard that his knuckles stung. Every muscle in his body was shaking with each gag, his digestive system showing him absolutely no mercy as wave after wave of vomit poured out of his mouth.

It was acidic. The smell burned his nose, and just nauseated him more and more to a point of no end. It was absolute agony...save for one thing.

"It's okay Todoroki...I'm right here." Midoriya's voice sounded calmly, palm on Shoto's sweaty back" You're okay...just let it all out."

Though each heave and convulse was painful, Midoriya's words and soothing hand rubbing his shoulder blades and hand holding back his hair brought a small sense of comfort...but it also brought humiliation.

He felt pitiful like this, weak and trembling on the floor of a bathroom while someone was there…

Watching him.

Helping him.

Half of Shoto wanted to push Midoriya away, say that he could handle this himself. But the other half...felt like he couldn't function or deal with the situation if Midoriya left his side.

And that was the side that won. At least for that moment.

Several more minutes went by before Shoto finally had the opportunity to pull his head out of the toilet to catch his breath, but he didn't feel much better.

In fact, he almost felt worse.

His body was sticky, covered in sweat which caused his clothes to mesh to his skin rather uncomfortably. He felt hot and icky all over. His mouth carried the remnant taste of vomit, bitter, sour, and absolutely disgusting. His muscles hurt terribly, as if he had just got done with a 24 hour workout session. His stomach was mostly empty, but it burned and ached from the aftershocks of his endless dry heaving.

And he was dizzy.

Very dizzy.

Unable to keep his head up, he let it fall forward to rest on the rim of the toilet.

Shoto could feel his consciousness slowly slipping away. His eyes were heavy, darkness dotted his vision, and Midoriya's voice and the feeling of the cold porcelain toilet against his cheek were the last things he remembered before he was out cold.

#bnha #mha #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero academia #shoto torodoki #izuku midoriya #sickfic #sick shoto todoroki #vomiting #fevers #caring izuku midoriya #cute #fluff #friendship #puke #headaches #fainting

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