Yellow characters tend to be positive and upbeat people, who try to see the bright side in most situations (although the older a character is, the less likely they’ll be as openly positive). They’re friendly and energetic much of the time, and while often genuine it can become a cover for their more negative feelings. They tend to have a lot of skill in one specific area which they have to work hard to harness and use properly. Because of this skill they can be put up on a pedestal and have high expectations placed on them to perform. Often these expectations also come from themselves. They have a strong sense of responsibility and duty placed on them that can cause them to develop a bit of a savior complex, blaming themselves for not being able to protect everyone around them. They are diffusers and peacemakers, preferring to be in harmony with everyone, sometimes making it confusing when others around them are not this way. They’re pretty cheerful and bubbly and usually the light of their friend group. They care about their friends a lot, and go out of their way to show it, although it can cause them to be jealous when they feel as if they aren’t being included. While kind people, they also have a competitive streak and like to win. They love fun and are likely to get sidetracked and drag their friends along with them. Others are able to relax in their presence and enjoy themselves, and it’s hard not to like a yellow character. While these characters may be warm and diligent though, they also have a hard time taking risks, generally preferring to stay in their comfort zone. They can have a bit of both a main character and a savior complex because of how much responsibility they put on themselves, and while well meaning it can irk other characters. Sometimes they go too far trying to help and interfere with others, and when they don’t want to do something they will often shut down and distract themselves from it. They are surprisingly mature for how innocent they seem, and when in a healthy place they always give their best effort. They are wise and interpersonal and really tie their friend group together. Yellow characters need to be given a safe space to release negative emotions without letting them build up, and they need people in their life who will help them keep a healthy balance of work and play without pressuring them too much.
Sofía Ryder
Green character
Green characters are often hotheaded and brash, unafraid to speak their mind. They make for excellent leaders and teachers, and tend to be most devoted to a specific field, which they do well in. They have a lot of confidence in themselves, and although they can’t always see themselves positively, they are good about respecting themselves. They have a lot of common sense but are equally likely to strategically plan something out as to rush in on an impulse. They often have to work hard to get others to respect them, and sometimes receive less of it when people find out who they are. Still, they are not afraid to make others uncomfortable by being themselves, and are unlikely to waver when someone wants them to change against their will. They can be brash and loud, but also very quiet and secretive. Their humor can be a bit rude, and they don’t always display friendship and affection to the people they care about in the most conventional ways. However, they’re quite easygoing, witty, and fun-loving people. They don’t like when people are flighty and prefer to work with people who don’t quit and stand their ground. They stand out from others, both because of the way they approach the world, and because of how skilled they tend to be at what they do. Some people may not suspect that they are harmonious because of their blunt nature, but they are surprisingly good and reasonable diplomats, and can employ a lot of meaningful tact when the situation calls for it. They may feel a sense of distance or abandonment from their parental figures, as they often became emotionally or physically absent sometime in their life. Green characters hate being told what to do and put into a box, and are likely to challenge authority. They can be hard to work with at times due to their stubbornness, but they bring a lot to the table and tend to round out their friend groups. They need people in their lives who respect them, care about them, and listen to them, as well as offer them companionship without requiring them to conform to a certain preset standard.
Yaaaaaaay It only cost me 10 chapters but here we are lol Thank to @halesshepardn7 for the name recommendation for the bar <3 I’m mega tired (so forgive me if there’s a few mistakes ehehe) I swear I did my best Hope you like it!!
Summary: Shepard and her best friend go out to celebrate her promotion, but she’ll end up spending the whole beginning of the night making a new friend.
Words: 2215 Rating: Teens and up Warning: Language and alcohol.
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“I suppose you want gin, don’t you?”
Shepard waits a few seconds for an answer before turning to look at his friend, quickly realizing her inquiry hasn’t reached its destination.
The Abyss is usually a busy place and tonight it’s not an exception. In fact, there’s so many people in the pub, that Shepard has to repeat her question a couple times before he is able to hear it.
“Gin?” She tries again, raising her voice even more.
Vancouver smiles after her last attempt, finally able to understand her, and throws his arm on top of her shoulders in order to bring her closer.
“Ohh… You know me so well, Dee.” He laughs as he pulls her in for a hug. “What are you going to ask for this time?” Vancouver looks at her, thinking about the last nights they went out, and his smile deepens even more. “Everything they have mixed in a bucket?”
Shepard laughs and shrugs her shoulders, considering his suggestions.
“Could be interesting…”
“You don’t really have a preference?”
“I don’t think so…” She gives the whole idea a second thought, but her verdict remains the same. ”I mean, it’s alcohol. It just has to get you drunk.”
“Oh… Look at me! I’m Detroit.” He starts saying in a higher pitch. “I’m so badass I can drink anything…”
“You’re insufferable, you know that?” She rolls her eyes but her smile widens by the second with each and every one of his words.
“Oh, come on Dee! You don’t fool anyone… You love me and you know it!”
“Shut up.” Shepard replies right away, but the tone of her voice clearly indicates that her friend is correct about his assumptions, which instantly makes him laugh even more.
She gives him a soft hit with her elbow in an attempt to stop his laughter.
“I freaking hate you.” She adds, doing her best to avoid smiling.
“Look, my arm has been resting on your shoulder for a minute now and you still have not attempted to tore it apart…” He brings her even closer as he says this. “If that isn’t love I don’t know what it is…”
Shepard laughs and, after a few seconds of struggle, manages to free herself from the hug, pushing his friend in the process to make him stop.
“Lord, I need a drink…” She adds before starting to walk towards the bar area.
“Still sure you don’t want me to pay!?” Vancouver asks her half screaming when she’s already halfway there.
“It’s my fucking celebration, Van!!” She yells at him once she makes it to her destination, turning a little to rest her elbow on top of the bar. “Drinks are on me!!”
All the voices in the place go silent just a moment before that sentence comes out of her mouth, leaving the room completely empty of any sound so that her words can echo in every single one of its walls.
Fuck…She says to herself, quickly realizing what is about to happen next.
In no time, just as she suspected, all the people in The Abyss, thinking her offer wasn’t just for her friend, start cheering and surrounding her in a matter of seconds, raising their half empty glasses to celebrate the misunderstood offer.
The noise increases so much because of it that she isn’t able to hear what any of them is saying but, much to her dismay, it’s not enough to cover the laughter of her best friend, who is currently cracking up because of the whole situation he is witnessing from a distance.
She tries her best to find a way out but, after a few seconds, she gives up, suddenly realising she’s way too happy to ruin the general mood, and her own, just because of a stupid coincidence.
“Oh well… Why the hell not?” Shepard pounds her hand on the bar with all her strength. “Bartender! Serve a round of gin for everyone here! On me!”
The crowd surrounding her quickly disperses to go for their drinks and, as Vancouver goes to look for a table, she waits patiently for everyone to disappear so that she can pay and collect her own.
“Two gins…” The girl tending the bar says to her, placing two empty glasses in front of her. “These two are on the house.” She whispers as she shows her the bottle she’s about to serve them from, a different one from the ones she just poured, much more expensive.
“Thanks…” Shepard smiles at her, a bit surprised by her generosity. “That stuff is hard to come by, especially out of Earth.”
“You just made a lot of people happy, spending a little fortune in the process, and all of that just to get others drunk… I think you deserve it.” She fills the glasses almost to the top and puts the bottle back in its place. “Plus, it seems like you’re celebrating something.”
“Yes, yes I am…” Shepard looks at the bartender for a few seconds before making a decision. “Tell you what, serve yourself a drink!” She demands, already paying for it with her omni-tool before she’s even got the chance to give her an answer.
“All I wanted was to save you some money… And now you’re spending even more?”
“It’s just money… I can always earn more.”
Her comment makes her smile a little and leads her to start considering the offer.
“I really shouldn’t…”
“Ah, no.” Shepard interrupts her. ”I won’t take no for an answer. So… What’s your poison?”
She hesitates and, just as she’s about to give in, she suddenly has an amazing idea.
“Guess.” She demands with a big smile on her face that Shepard cannot avoid to mirror right away, already knowing where this is heading. “Guess my go-todrink and, If you are correct, I’ll have one with you.”
After placing a third glass on top of the bar she takes a step to the side, granting a clear view of all the bottles on the wall.
“Can you guess it?”
“Easy…” She tells her without a hint of hesitation. “Extremely easy… In fact.”
“So?”
“Whiskey. Neat.”
Shepard looks at her for a few seconds, waiting for her answer with a smug smile forming on her face.
The bartender stares at her for a moment and, even though she tries her best to keep the mysterious gaze for as long as possible, her whole facade falls apart in an instant, quickly bursting into laughter because of her answer.
“Holy shit! How did you know that!?” She asks as soon as she’s able to recover from it.
“As I said, It’s easy… I just have a good feeling about you!” Shepard says, tapping the empty glass to indicate she needs to serve the third drink. “I always have amazing vibes with whiskey people… Best friends you can find!”
They stare at each other for a few seconds and the girl cannot avoid dedicating her gentle smile that could have lasted a bit longer if a distant voice wasn’t about to pull her out of the trance.
“Detrooooooit!!” Vancouver calls for Shepard, screaming from the other side of the room. “Stop giving your money away and bring my gin and your ass over here! I’m thirsty.”
“See?” Shepards shakes her head a couple of times, doing her best to contain her smile as she does it. “That’s what I get for befriending gin people” The two of them laugh at Shepard’s comment and the bartender finally serves herself a whiskey.
She looks at Shepard with disbelief for a couple of seconds, still wondering how she managed to guess her favorite drink among so many options.
“Okay, let’s say I believe you. That you knew because we get along nicely…” She states looking at her glass. “How on Earth did you know I like it neat?”
“We couldn’t be friends otherwise…”
The bartender starts to laugh at her comment, nodding her head energetically as she picks her drink, completely agreeing with her point of view.
“Oh my…” She says after a few seconds, clearing a tear from her eye. “Where have you been all my life?”
Shepard is the one laughing now, grabbing her drink and raising her hand in the air to throw a toast that her new found friend follows right away as she attempts to say something nice.
“To…” The bartender says unsure, after mimicking her gesture, suddenly realizing she doesn’t even know her real name. “Detroit?”
“Yeah… Long story.”
“Well then, to Detroit!” She says, raising her cup even higher. “By the way, what are we celebrating?”
Shepard snorts a little and smiles, unable to contain her happiness.
“Me.”
“Well, then…” She smiles back, trying her best to come up with an ambiguous speech. “To Detroit, the… Erm… The bravest, strongest and…. Erm… And the… The.. ”
“The fucking yongest Chief ever in the history of the Alliance!” Shepard completes the toast for her and both of them down their respective drinks as fast as they’re able.
“Woah! Really?” She asks after leaving the empty glass on top of the bar.
“Yeah… Got the news today, that’s why we’re here.” Shepard says pointing back at where Vancouver is sitting. “Which reminds me… I should go look for him.”
“Come see me whenever you’re thirsty again, Detroit.”
“Ha.” Shepard laughs, resting some of her weight on top of the bar. “See you in no time then, errm…” She stops to think for a second. “Wait, I don’t even know your name!”
“Nor I do yours.”
“Ha! True.” Shepard points at her glass to ask for a refill. “Then tell me… Where are you from, kid?”
“Erm…” She laughs and spends a couple of seconds thinking about the answer. ”Anywhere. Everywhere… The perks of being an army brat.” She explains. “Never spend too long at the same place.”
“Alliance parents?”
“Yup.”
Shepard quickly notices how her expression starts swifting from her happy state, evolving into something she’s not fully able to decipher.
“And you’re Aliance too?”
“Yeah, kinda…”
She looks at her for a few seconds more, surprised by her answer, not knowing if she should keep asking this type of questions but way too invested into knowing what her words truly meant to be able to stop.
“Kinda? How’s that even possible? To be kinda in the Alliance…”
“In theory I’m a private but… Well, in reality, I’m a researcher…” That’s all she answers as she begins to refill Shepard’s glass, unable to give a more precise explanation.
“That’s as Alliance as it gets, kid.” After a few seconds of expecting a smile that doesn’t appear Shepard decides to change her whole strategy and try a new angle. “In fact, you should be calling me by rank now, Private, but I kindalike you… So I’ll let it slide.”
This time she hits right on the target, and she smiles too after seeing the effect of her words on her new friend.
“Good to know you think that way… Ma’am”
The smile deepens after a short pause and Shepard’s quickly develops into a laughter, starting to feel more comfortable now with asking more questions about the whole affair.
“And I’m guessing others don’t?”
“Regular army people don’t usually see us as… Well… Anything.” She explains with a hint of sadness in her expression. “And who could blame them, afterall, I spend most of my working hours in a lab.”
“And how’s that? Any fun?”
She snorts at Shepard’s question while she grabs her empty glass and puts it away.
“I’m working here in my free hours… What does that tell you about my real job?”
“Right. That bad?”
She isn’t able to reply before they are interrupted once again.
“Deeeee!!!” Vancouver calls her again.
“You’re wanted… You should go celebrate before I depress you with my lab rat problems.”
Shepard smiles at her one last time and grabs the two drinks, prepared to walk away, but stops dead just when it seems she’s about to turn around and leave.
“Hey, you didn’t answer my question…” She tells her, surprised she’s been able to dodge her question for so long. “Where were you born?”
“Earth.”
“No shit, be more precise, smartass.”
Shepard’s reply makes her smile instantly, causing her to shake her head a couple of times before returning her attention to her.
“You never give up?”
“Oh… How little you know me.”
This time around the smile triggered by her sentence is even bigger, making her give up and finally deliver the answer she’s really looking for.
“A small corner of Italy. Catania…“ She states, taking a second to analyze her reaction to her words. ”Happy now?”
“Yeah… I’d say so.” Shepard looks at her for a couple of seconds and smiles, lowering her head to say goodbye before turning away. “See you around… Catania.”
The bartender laughs at her farewell, not truly believing everything that just happened in the last few minutes.
“Not if I see you first, Detroit.”
“Ha…” She can hear Shepard laughing as she walks to her seat and, even though the bar area is now crowded with many people waiting for their drinks, she can still hear her, replying to her taunt through the distance. “Good one kid… That was a good one!”
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Yaaaaaay This was supposed to contain all the night in just on chapter but only the beginning of it was more than 2000 words lol so I decided to divide it Next 2 chapter are going to be awesome (or at least I think so eheheh) Anyways, thanks a lot for being here and I hope you liked the chapter And in case you were wondering: YES. The whole “I always have amazing vibes with whiskey people” is a blatant (pre)reference to Kaidan… There’s gonna be a lot of that in this fic XDDD
Yaaaaaayyy!!! Chapter done!!! Gonna play a little before the last read. I’ll post it in an hour or so
I’ll leave her a preview just because XD
“To…” The bartender says unsure, after mimicking her gesture, suddenly realizing she doesn’t even know her real name.
“Detroit?”
“Yeah… Long story.”
“Well then, to Detroit!” She says, raising her cup even higher. “By the way, what are we celebrating?”
Shepard snorts a little and smiles, unable to contain her happiness.
“Me.”
“Well, then…” She smiles back, trying her best to come up with an ambiguous speech. “To Detroit, the… Erm… The bravest, strongest and…. Erm… And the… The.. ”
“The fucking yongest Chief ever in the history of the Alliance!” Shepard completes the toast for her before both of them down their respective drinks.
I shared this on twitter ages ago, but I realised I never posted it here, so…enjoy some shameless Jaal/Sara shower smut.
Warning: Explicit.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Jaal’s voice was reverent. He cupped her breasts in his large hands, sliding his thumbs over her nipples, and bent his head to her cleavage. Hot water beat down on them in a steady stream from the shower head, filling the bathroom stall with steam.
“Me too,” Sara breathed, gasping as his mouth closed over her nipple, sucking gently. “I’ve never wanted anyone like this before. Even when we’re not together it’s all I can think about.” He grazed his teeth over the hard peak of her nipple, then bit down on it lightly, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. “Is this normal? Do you think there’s something wrong with us? Maybe we should ask Lexi.”
He removed his mouth from her nipple to answer, drawing a wordless noise of protest from her.
“If you are concerned, we can go talk to her,” he said, ever the supportive boyfriend. “Together.”
“Later,” she told him, pulling his head back down to her chest impatiently. “Right now, I need your mouth for more important things.”
He chuckled. Squeezing her breasts together, he sucked first on one nipple, then the other, teasing the sensitive flesh with his rough tongue. Sara leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes, biting her lip. While he suckled and licked at her breasts, she reached between her legs. Her fingers brushed her aching clit and slipped lower, finding a different kind of wetness.
“Ah-ah,” he scolded her, grabbing her wrist. “Not yet.”
He kissed her stomach, then her navel, travelling lower. Her legs trembled when he nudged them carefully apart. He nuzzled his nose against the damp triangle of her pubic hair and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her. The expression on his face was one of pure rapture. Her last boyfriend before him, back in the Milky Way, had treated going down on her like an obligation, like it was something he felt he had to do for her rather than something he wantedto.
Jaal was different. He seemed to genuinely enjoy it—and oh god, was he good at it.
Anticipation made her hold her breath. When he touched her with the tip of his tongue she jumped like she’d been electrocuted. His hands rose to cup her ass, holding her still as he drew slow, deliberate circles around her throbbing clit with his tongue. He sucked on the hard nub like he had on her breasts, then grazed it with his teeth.
It was too much, she couldn’t hold her voice in any longer. She covered her mouth to try and stifle her moans, but Jaal pulled her hand away.
