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Oh, the great maker of trauma for the beans that are part of Princess Luz Au, heed my query and answer me:
Did Luz get any big bad evil guy energy or skill from being raised by the waste of space previously known as Belos?
I mean as we all know Luz is a precious bean, but I think she deserves to be a little evil towards bad people, like I assume that Hunter is already planning how to murder (or worse) Amity's parents, even if he isn't fully aware of it/is in denial that he is planning the horrors on the for making Amity, but I stay with me for a moment and imagine the verified cinnamon roll Luz Noceda Wittebane putting the fear of Titan into Odalia after learning that she abused Amity.
Also, her snapping out of it after Odalia faints out of fear (and pain), and panicking that she is just like below only for her parteners to be like, 'nooo~ it was hot normal and perfectly sane thing to do'.
this answer Might be disappointing in some ways, mainly: i don't Think luz would be physically violent with them without provocation, and i also don't think she's likely to lose emotional control around them. she'd want to be just as poised around amity's parents as she always was around belos and always is around the coven heads.
HOWEVER. as for the questions of "does luz know how to be scary" and "did she learn that from belos": UNEQUIVOCAL yes. to both.
i've been wanting to play with luz in this space with amity's parents for A While, actually, so. have a little fic :)
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"Oh, Amity is my pride and joy," Odalia says, placing a hand over her heart. "I taught her everything she knows."
"Yes, I did get that impression." The Empress smiles, rising to her feet. "It's incredible how much she's accomplished in spite of you."
Odalia's breath catches around a shocked, bitten-down laugh. "Your Majesty, begging your pardon, I believe you meant 'because of-'"
"In spite of," Luz repeats, very firmly. "It's fortunate that Lilith Clawthorne has taken such an interest in her wellbeing."
Odalia's smile doesn't waver, but it does remain frozen for several seconds before she says, "I suppose Amity feels the need to invent an adversary. Some great trial she overcame to earn her place here. It's understandable. Children often lack the foundation to understand the sacrifices their parents make. She had a very privileged upbringing."
"Amity has never spoken unkindly of either of you," Luz says, although this she seems to mean more for Alador, whose face may give more away.
She steps lightly down the stairs from the throne, joining the pair of them on the ground. "Amity rarely speaks of either of you at all, actually. That isn't why I've called you here."
Odalia's voice turns cool, corporate. "Then how can we help you, Your Majesty?"
"Did you know that Blight Industries has a higher rate of workplace accidents than..." Luz slides a folder out of her tunic, flips it open, and raises her eyebrows. "...any other company on the Isles?"
This time, Odalia's laugh covers something else. "That's - that's preposterous. Our workplace safety records are excellent. Why, we haven't needed a single intervention by the Healing Coven in... oh, is it three years?" She taps the side of her mouth, frowning. "Four? Five?"
"That's fascinating," Luz says. "Not even for a scrape?"
"Abrasions heal quite well by themselves, given time."
"Absolutely fascinating," Luz repeats. "Did you know that it's illegal to purposefully deny people healing services?"
Odalia scoffs, incredulous. "For scrapes?"
"I know," Luz says pleasantly, "I was surprised, too. There are a lot of laws like that, it turns out. Text on paper that hasn't been enforced in half a century. From what I understand, this one is a holdover from early Empire anxieties. People were terribly worried about not having access to personal healing magic anymore. So healing services had to be protected."
Odalia's smile has become more teeth than pleasantry. "What a fun little history lesson. I'm sure you know all sorts of facts about the early Empire."
"It turns out that it's very easy to put laws in writing," Luz says, "without the intention to enforce them. My father, may the Titan bless him, had precious little interest in the rights of individuals to be seen by healers. But this isn't his Empire anymore. And I find the topic just captivating."
Odalia has stopped trying to hide her impatience, now. "So you'll fine us for not having healers on hand to wave away every little paper cut. That's fine. I apologize for the oversight. We'll settle up and make sure that going forward-"
"Mr. Blight," Luz says, ignoring Odalia entirely, "would you kindly remove your gloves for me?"
Alador startles.
Odalia doesn't glance at him. Her eyes are fixed unblinking on Luz. She speaks through her teeth, nearly a hiss. "Don't feel compelled to do that, dear."
"I assure you, I can compel him to do that," Luz says. Then, in a tone that would almost pass for apologetic if it wasn't so practiced, "I am sorry to compel it of you. I try not to compel my subjects very often. But if you find it difficult to remove your gloves, my scouts would be happy to assist you."
The scouts around the base of the throne don't move. Odalia's eyes slide uneasily over them anyway.
"That won't be necessary," Alador says, speaking for the first time. He pulls the gloves off without fanfare, holding up his hands.
Half of his left ring finger and pinky are conspicuously missing.
If Luz is uncomfortable with this revelation, she sure isn't showing it. "Oh, that's so interesting," she says, leaning forward to get a closer look. "The Healing Coven keeps meticulous records, and I'm certain a partial amputation was never reported to them. You were born with all five fingers, yes? I'm sure Amity will attest to that."
"This was from an accident in my personal lab," Alador says, with the mechanical precision of something rehearsed. "The severed digits were not... salvageable."
"It's so amazing that you were able to make that determination," Luz says, "without even needing to consult the Healing Coven. You must be a very proficient magician."
Alador blinks.
"Regardless," Odalia interrupts, "it happened outside of Blight Industries. The company isn't liable. You haven't 'gotten' us."
"Do you ever test Blight Industries products in your personal lab, Mr. Blight?"
"Prototypes," he says.
Odalia makes a sharp, exasperated gesture. "Alador!"
"That seems like company business to me," Luz says, still pleasant, still conversational. "Now, I will be fully transparent, before you accuse me of anything with regards to prejudice - it is true that I hate you both. It is true that I've hated you both for a while now. If you feel like I'm targeting you because I hate you, then you're very astute."
Odalia's fingers twitch, threatening to curl into fists.
Luz continues, "However, it's also true that there is no bias where my judgment is concerned. Not legally, anyway. So it doesn't matter whether I hate you or not. Whatever I decide to do with you is the Titan's will. Government is amazing."
Odalia exhales sharply.
When Luz doesn't waver, she shakes her head. For the first time, her voice cracks - properly cracks. There's a tiny tremble in her hands.
"Amity won't forgive you if anything happens to us," she says - but there's no bravado, no power, only pathetic uncertainty. "Regardless of any... petty grievances she may harbor. Family is everything to a Blight. She won't forgive this."
"I know that," Luz says. "I promise, I have no intention of doing Amity any unkindness. It's not her fault you two have chosen to be what you are."
Another sharp exhale. Odalia's breathing is ragged, audible. She's clearly not a woman accustomed to fearing for her own safety.
"That's fantastic news!" she chirps.
Luz's smile is beatific, magnanimous. The serene expression of someone who's never questioned the divine right of kings.
"Unfortunately, I'm not wholly opposed to doing an unkindness," she says, "if we can't seem to reach an agreement. It's really up to you how this goes."
She looks from Odalia to Alador and back, tilting her head.
"So. How badly do both of you want to live?"
#luz is obviously bluffing in some places here re: her willingness to abuse her own power#but you wouldn't know that without being close to her. she knows what kind of impression matters.#if you want a little fic about her making odalia actually literally fear for her actual literal life. Here We Go!!!!#toh#princess luz au#my writing#lumity#odalia blight#alador blight#luz noceda
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During my downtime at work today I did a mock-up of what the NHL standings would look like if they did the 3-2-1 points system the PWHL is using and sad to say it puts the Penguins solidly at third in the Metro. So really by virtue of that we SHOULD just get to be in the playoffs automatically.
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Propaganda
Bette Davis (All About Eve, Now Voyager, Jezebel)—She is a bitch and I like her so much. Also: unf. She does it all: rage, vulnerability, romantic passion, hauteur that invites beholders to say "step on me" under their breath. Her work in the 1930s, from melodramas to romantic comedies, is excellent, but I've mentioned 1940s films above because I feel that she really was at her best once the studio allowed her star image to get edgier. Also her decades-long platonic friendships with male co-stars (e.g. Paul Henreid, Claude Rains) are very important to me. Anyway: bow down before Bette Davis, HBIC.
Gloria Swanson (Don't Change Your Husband, Queen Kelly, Sadie Thompson, Sunset Boulevard)—the absolute BALLS this woman had! an icon of the 1920s, her career had simmered down, decent living in radio, deciding you know what? you know what i'll do? I'll star as the haggard old aging decrepit horror icon in Sunset Boulevard, that's what I'll do. Nobody else in Hollywood would take the part (every other actress didn't want to be framed as a has-been)—gloria said, fuck that, I'll eat this role alive and serve cunt the whole time. she was still so gorgeous when they made Sunset Boulevard they had to intentionally make her up/costume her to make her look older than she was. mad respect for the screen legend who says yeah, i am a screen legend, i was always that bitch and here I am again to prove it
This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
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Bette Davis:
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"The absolute GOAT of vintage cinema. An icon. Her EYES. Any time you see Bette on screen you know she's about to steal the spotlight. Her range is incredible, she can play coy, shy, mischevious, innocent, evil, hideous, beautiful, cunning, and wise all with the same self assurance and talent. I live in awe of her ability. And, of course, she's gorgeous. I think she peaked in 1950 with "All About Eve", at the age of 42- she was in full control of her craft, she's a milf, and her scratchy voice makes me nervous in a good way."
"She’s Bette fuckin’ Davis! She had a great sense of humor and a lovely pair of eyes! She was a camp icon and fuckin’ knew it. And she wasn’t afraid to make fun of herself!"
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"shes got a whole song of saying how hot someone is bc they look like her"
"She's got Bette Davis eyes! Incredible character actress, charming, witty as all hell. Her favourite accessory was a lit cigarette."
Gloria Swanson:
She was THE idea of a 1920s sex comedy star, and was a hot (and totally unhinged) older woman in Sunset Boulevard. Hot as a young woman and as an older woman? Yes plz
I feel like she would slay in alternative fashion
her performance as Norma Desmond in sunset boulevard makes me insane. I love her
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someone requested this but i lost it😫😫 the request asked me to write a story about reader being a streamer and jack and her meeting through one of mason’s streams. i hope you like it! 💖
locked up in your arms — jack champion
word count: 1,581
pairing: jack champion x streamer!fem!reader
summary: y/n’s crush gets exposed during her stream with mason, but luckily he feels the same.
Y/N HAD STARTED HER TWITCH CHANNEL PURELY FOR FUN, NEVER EXPECTING SO MUCH PEOPLE TO START FOLLOWING HER. She did pretty much everything—reactions to movies, music, chatting, occasionally gameplays. People were instantly drawn in by her charm, kindness and sense of humor.
And Mason Gooding had been one of them. He absolutely loved her channel, so when he saw Y/N was a huge fan of the Scream movies, he didn’t hesitate to reach out and asked her to do a stream with him. She, of course, said yes. The viewers loved their dynamic, and their shared streams became something they did weekly.
“You have gotten so much better at this game” Mason said as they finished playing Dead By Daylight.
Y/N grimaced “Sure, I still suck. I mean, my gaming experience starts and ends with the Sims”
Mason laughed, and was about to respond when the sound of his phone interrupted him. “Jack Champion just texted”
The girl gulped, hoping that the mic didn’t catch that. To say she had a crush on that actor was an understatement. Her face turned a dark shade of red, and prayed that it wouldn’t be that noticeable through the camera.
“He says, Mason tell the people I say you’re a sussy baka” the streamer read the text, trying not to laugh.
“Did he just say sussy baka?” Y/N pressed her lips together.
“Don’t make fun of my boy!” Mason warned her.
“I’m not! I thought it was ador- hilarious” holy shit she almost said he was adorable.
“And tell Y/N the Sims is a great game, and I bet she builds beautiful houses” Mason continued.
“I do build beautiful houses. Thank you, Jack!” she said, glad the stutter didn’t come into play.
oh god y/n is about to go into cardiac arrest
hey! don’t expose her lmaooo
girl is crushing hard
didn’t we know she had a crush on jack already??? have you seen her scream 6 reaction???
omg yes she totally thirsted over him for two hours straight.
Mason bursted out laughing at the comments. “I need to see your Scream reaction holy shit. Why did no one ever tell me?”
“They’re exaggerating” they weren’t. “And drop it! You’re not seeing the reaction”
“I so am” Mason said. “In fact, why don’t we react to your reaction?”
“Why don’t we end the stream and never talk again?” she frowned, acting annoyed.
“You’re so adorable!” he laughed. Mason actually thought she and Jack would make an excellent couple, and he was so going to make that happen. “Anyways, that was the end of an eventful stream. Now we gotta go, Y/N needs to put ice on her cheeks”
“I hate you” she said as she ended the video call.
Mason texted her a few minutes after the stream ended.
hey ur not mad at me, are u?
no, i’m not. i just am a little bit embarassed
now everyone knows about my crush
did jack say something? pls tell me he was not watching the stream anymore.
i don’t know. he didn’t say anything, so maybe he left before you exposed yourself
very funny
anyways he’s going to find out. people are for sure sending the clips 😫😫
why are you so worried?
it’s not like you’re going to meet him.
no i know
but idk, i don’t want him to think i’m a weirdo
for having a crush??
don’t be silly. he won’t, jack is the sweetest guy on earth.
okay fine
maybe you’re right
i’m overthinking as always :)
MASON ALMOST LET OUT A SCREAM OF EXCITEMENT WHEN THE TEXT ARRIVED. He had been pretty much hopeless about his plan, so he was caught off guard when Jack told him he was going to LA that weekend. Now, there was one last thing to do.
hey y/n/n
hey mason what’s up?
are you free this saturday??
yeah why?
devyn, jasmine and jenna are dying to meet you, so they told me to invite you :)
we’re doing a picnic!!
yess i’d love to!
GREAT I’M SO EXCITED
why?
BECAUSE😬😬
you’re so weird
thank you
see ya on saturday
Mason couldn’t shake the smile off his face as he opened the group chat he had with Jasmine, Jenna and Devyn.
she’s coming!!!
the ship is about to sail!!! 🚢
she’s going to hate me but it’ll be worthy
i still can’t believe how red she turned during the stream. she’s absolutely adorable
okay but can we talk about how smiley jack was when we showed him the clips???? he’s down bad too
that’s why i’m doing it. i wouldn’t if i weren’t sure they are attracted each other.
i can’t wait till saturday😫 they’re going to be so cute!!!!
he’s going to kill her with adorableness with his dad jokes
he already killed her with the sussy baka thing. i can’t believe he said that. he’s lucky he’s pretty
Y/N, AT THE SAME TIME MASON WAS TEXTING ON THE GROUP, OPENED THE MESSAGES APP. She had a huge smile on her face as she texted.
he really thinks he’s being a mastermind 😭😭😭 it’s so funny
i know 😭 i bet he’s planning everything on the gc with the girls. he has no idea. i feel powerful😎
you are so cute 😫 i can’t wait to hug tf out of you
cute? so, in your scream reactions you call me hot and say you’d be lucky to have been one of my victims and irl you call me CUTE? 🙄
you’re not ethan landry, jack
he’s top 1 on my love of my life list
what place am i in?
third
THIRD?? who’s second? 🥺
taylor swift
oh yeah. should’ve figured.
well, to make you feel bad, you’re in my top 1.
i don’t feel bad at all, jack
oh… well okay. i am totally fine being in your top 3, tbh. at least i made it.
NOW i feel bad😫
i really want to hug you, like the thought of it brings me butterflies
just a couple of hours left ❤️❤️
we have two entire days alone before we meet with the group
i can’t wait to see your pretty face in person🥹🥹
ughhhhhh
stop being so sweet when you’re not here😫😫
i’ll see you in exactly 8 hours :)
good night gorgeous 💕
night pretty boy 💖
Y/N STOOD IN FRONT OF THE METAL STAIRCASE, WITH A SIGN THAT SAID LOVE OF MY LIFE #3. She offered Jack to pick him up from the airport, so there she was, waiting anxiously for her boy.
She couldn’t believe it was actually happening. They had been talking for a while now—he sent her a dm only a few days after the stream, and had been talking non-stop ever since. Both of them have been open about their feelings for each other, as they were pretty obvious, and they basically acted like a couple. Even though that had never met in person, until now.
Jack’s heart stopped when he caught sight of the beautiful girl with the sign, which made him laugh a lot. He pushed through the people, muttering quick so sorry’s until he reached her. Y/N was looking up at him attentively, as if trying to take in every detail about him. The sparks in her eyes made his stomach go crazy.
“You’re real” he breathed.
“I mean, there’s this theory that we are actually characters in some big videogam-“
Jack grabbed her by the cheeks to pull her close to him, so their foreheads were touching. His smile could literally light up a whole town “You can tell me all about your interesting theories, which you know I love to hear. But right now I’m deciding if I should kiss you or hug you”
“In that order, please” she said, completely wonderstrucked by his close presence.
And so they kissed. Y/N found out Jack was a slow kisser, which she absolutely enjoyed because she never wanted that magnificent kiss to end. And Jack discovered Y/N was very touchy—her hands wouldn’t stay in just one place, but she explored every inch of visible skin.
“Now I want my hug” she said after a couple of seconds of trying to recover her breath. Jack threw his head back laughing before embracing her in the so awaited hug. “Yup, never leaving these arms” she squished her cheek against his chest.
The grip around her shoulders tightened “Thank god, cause I didn’t know how to tell you that you’re now forever trapped in here”.
“Um, could you please move?” one old woman said.
Y/N sighed as they pulled away “Taylor Swift was right when she said forever is the sweetest con”
“I’m sorry. You two are really adorable but I want to get home already” the woman said.
“No, it’s okay. We’re sorry” Y/N smiled kindly.
“Let us help you with your baggage” Jack offered, taking one of the suitcases while Y/N grabbed one of her bags.
“How long have you two been together?” the woman asked as they walked her to a taxi.
“Oh-uh…” Y/N wasn’t sure what to say. She wanted to think they were together even though they never said the word ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’.
“Three months” Jack spoke up. “We live in different states, but we talk everyday. We never made it official, but in case you were wondering, and this is for you too Y/N/N, I feel that we are a couple”
The woman looked at Y/N, waiting for her answer. The girl smiled brightly, feeling the weight of her heart evaporating “I feel that way too, Jack”.
#jack champion#jack champion x y/n#jackchampion#jack champion x reader#jack champion oneshot#jack champion fluff#jack champion imagine#ethan landry#ethan landry fluff#jack champion fanfic#ethan landry fic#ethan landry oneshot#ethan landry x y/n#ethan landry x reader
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I finally managed to put my overall thoughts about Playboyy into words and hoooooo boy do I have a lot to say.
I watched the mdl ratings go down, the blatant hate towards the plot, the actors, the scenes, the sex. There was nothing that wasn't torn apart about this series and yet I wasn't phased for a second and I kept wondering why because usually get very passionate about defending the things I love.
And then I realized that this series is the cinematic embodiment of a very lonely path that I've been walking for decades and I am already very, very used to the shame around it.
Sex is not just my special interest, I also had the privilege to grow up with excellent sex education (thanks parents) and on top of that I never struggled with my (pan)sexual identity. Sex plays a significant role in my life. But I learned VERY quickly that I should keep this to myself if I don't want to be ostracized or bullied.
"You're autistic AND you like sex? You like porn? What the fuck is wrong with you??? That's impossible."
And all the comments I read about playboyy are exactly the same just in different fonts. Ew sex. Ew kink. Ew porn. Ew sex work. Sex can't have storytelling, plot, it's just for shock value. We all read it.
And sadly it's a very accurate representation of the role sex plays in our society. Which - ironically - playboyy exactly is about.
Playboyy is a visual collection of all the experiences of lives and people in which sex plays a significant role - even the lack thereof (looking at you zouey and all you lovely aces).
It's a collection of very important social commentary, with all the characters, sets, plots and visuals as a medium. Because this way, the points they make come across even stronger and draw out all the emotions they want us to feel - which is in the rarest cases, pure arousal. Because this is, in fact, storytelling. Even if many don't want to hear it.
Telling stories about sex is so stigmatized and shunned, it only has the tiniest place to exist freely. Just like sex itself. Every sex worker, sex educator, sex therapist, everyone who has a profession that deals with sex will tell you about it. The shame. The misunderstanding. Look at the state of sex work and porn in the world. It tells you everything you need to know.
And it's happening in the middle of the "modern" western society - Yes I'm talking about you, UK and I can't not plug this here:
*btw I am not a sex worker I'm just very passionate about letting people not just live their lives but giving them a CHOICE to do what they want or don't want to do
I existed in this tiny place for decades now and I got really comfortable in my tiny lil corner, but to see a show like this go "mainstream" talking about all the topics that tickle all the knowledge I collected over the years feels so amazing. And I can tell you, all you lil smartass purists, everyone involved in this show doesn't care an inch what you think, just like me. We're used to it, believe me.
I could go on for ages about how carefully all these topics of the show are treated but what I actually want to say is that I find it incredibly ironic that a show that depicts the struggles and stigmas about sex, exactly draws out the reactions and treatments it criticises.
If you don't want to join in on the fun, that's totally fine. I get that it's not for everyone (just like sex, he). But treating it as a piece of trash just because it's a thing you personally find icky is exactly the reason the issues Playboyy talks about exist in the first place. Hence you can thank your stuck-up ass yourself that debauched individuals like me get a gem like this to enjoy.
And the fact that it didn't just find a crew, but also the funding and the mainstream distribution proves that I'm not alone in this.
It's not my lonely little corner anymore and I'm absolutely thriving on that. Cry about it.
#playboyy the series#playboyy#playboyy meta#and no im not using tumblrs mature label for this because i like to love dangerously and want you to read it
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Hiiiiiiii loved your Eddie munson x wealthy!reader fix, I was wondering if you could do a billy Hargrove one? Thank you bby💗
billy with a wealthy s/o
A/N: its 100% giving reluctant allies to lovers gif cred: @selinasdalton
Warnings: partying, drinking/smoking, insults (mostly playful), pet names (sweetheart), implied sex
the FIRST thing i thought of was reader rolling with the popular crowd
ie harrington, tommy, carol etc
and seeing billy for the first time at a party
honestly, he probably offers you a drink or better yet a smoke
and you’re disgusted (horny)
and he thinks he’s totally gonna score (you accepted his drink offer)
neither of you really remember how or when it started
you can never agree on an anniversary date
but you both know he fell first
mainly because he was absolutely floored by just how many insults you had ready in your back pocket
“the ball goes in the basket, airhead” “you look like rob lowe if he was a woman and a munch” “my dog could sink more free throws than you and he’s 20 years old”
honestly, he was a little flattered by your creativity
which is why he knew he had to get in your pants somehow
and the first time you invited him over to your house, you wouldn’t hear the end of it
“hey, richie rich, where’s your robot maid?”
“oh, it’s her day off”
“…”
“i’m kidding,” you tease, “she’s not a robot”
he does not know how to handle the amount of shit you spoil him with
“billy… i really like your necklace”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“i can buy you a new—”
“i dont need a new one, sweetheart”
and you don’t know how to handle the fact that he doesn’t want to be spoiled
but you eventually figure out how to be sneaky with it
making him lunches (con caviar), ‘accidentally’ misplacing his shoes so you have to buy him new ones, taking him to fancy barbershops and paying half the cost so it still seems like he’s paying the full price
some may say it’s manipulative. you say it’s loving.
and the first time he buys you a meaningful, mildly expensive gift, you tear up a little bit
you bringing him to the golf course and finding out 1) he’s really good at golf and 2) he is excellent cougar bait
not that you want the over 60’s hitting on your man, but it’s very sweet when they send him drinks and call him a handsome young man
you definitely encourage him to play into it with some “how are you young ladies this evening?” and “don’t you have to be 21 to sit at the bar?” action
he has his fun with it, but he really only does it ‘cause it makes you smile
would never BEG for anything…. but he DOES get really sad when you don’t bring him to the mall to watch you try on shoes or sweaters or whatever.
yeah, if there’s something he’d beg for, it’s that
he lives for the moment you walk out of the dressing room, do a twirl, and ask (like clockwork) “do you like it?”
his answer is always yes, but you claim to know the differences in his tone that indicate what he actually likes
sometimes, if he’s lucky, you’ll let him sit inside the dressing room. watching you change. watching you change.
he is the reason you’re both banned from sears at starcourt
the first really expensive watch you gift him is INSANE
it has like four dials and you said something about alligator leather and 18 carat gold
he can’t decide between wearing it on special occasions to preserve its value or never taking it off because he loves you
when you do stay at his house, usually no ones home
but you have met max
and she likes to stay away from you
but you took her to get a new skateboard and you think that might’ve helped her warm up to you
just a smidge
now she lets you gossip about stupid boys and watch shitty action movies with her
she even promised she would go as croft’s robin for halloween if you swore you’d go as wilson’s batman
that was an interesting halloween for billy
your mansion house has this shiny ass gramophone in one of the downstairs offices
and you told billy that the last thing that had played on it was a glenn miller ‘best of’ album
and that was just not good enough for billy
so one night, he brought over his twisted sister vinyl and convinced you to dance with him while what you don’t know blasted through the brassy pavillon
he also may or may not have convinced you to make out with him while the rest of the record played
even though you drive a brand new, cherry red benz (convertible, he might add), you still love it when he drives the two of you in his camaro
but you also let him drive your car whenever he wants. and he wants to most of the time.
in fact, he’s pretty sure he drives your car more than you do
he also loves to let you dress him up
and do his hair (please practice that cute hairstyle you saw on him. he’ll think about your hands in his hair for hours on end)
even if youre just going on a chill diner date, you still drag him into your (now shared) walk-in closet and pick out these satin shirts and pressed slacks and the shiniest shoes he’s ever seen
but of course, most of your dates are lavish and breathtakingly creative, anyway, so he’s already dressed accordingly
his new catch phrase is something along the lines of “what happened to eating somewhere normal. like pizza hut”
sometimes, his only requirement is “as long as there’s no chandelier”
you flatter him so often, he gets grumpy on days you forget to call him handsome (or pretty boy, which has really grown on him)
typically, he wouldnt go for all the fuss and feathers, but he likes to see you happy.
and boy, does prettying him up make you happy
seriously, you get the wildest look on your face. it’s fulfilling enough that billy feels safe to say he’s content being your ken doll forever
if you’d let him
masterlist
#billy hargrove#billy hargrove fic#billy hargrove fanfiction#billy hargrove x reader#billy hargrove x fem!reader#stranger things#x reader#stranger things x y/n#stranger things x reader#fluff#x fem!reader#billy hargrove headcanons#billy hargrove headcanon#fanfic#fanfiction
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[✨questions and the scenarios for M!Reader and Arlecchino✨]
What happens if a kid is crying?
Arlecchino isn't really fond of a kid crying she thinks it's a sign of being weak (that's such a father thing to say) so usually Lynette, Lyney and Freminet the one comforting the kid but now Freminet is so glad arlecchino is now dating Y/N cause if a kid is crying Y/N is usually the one best at comforting the kid
Freminet : Y/N!
[Tugs his sleeve]
M!Reader : Hm? Yes Freminet?
Freminet : a kid trip over a rock and now his crying I tried to comfort him but..... He keeps crying....
M!Reader : [Chuckles] at least you tried your best Freminet
[Pats his head]
M!Reader : Now lead me where The kid is
Freminet (feels better now) : o-ok!
What happened if Reader and Arlecchino watched Lyney and Lynette performance?
Arlecchino is a very..... Judge type, She will praise their performance if they did a good job though Meanwhile Lynette and Lyney could make a mistake in their performance and they still get praises by M!Reader😭
[Lynette & Lyney finished their performance]
Arlecchino : I must say that was an excellent performance-
M!Reader : That was amazing! Absolutely fantastic! 10 out of 10 performance! 👏🏻👏🏻
[Meanwhile Lyney & Lynette still on the stage feeling very proud of themselves]
Arlecchino : Dear calm down-
Who is arlecchino's and M!Reader Favorite child?
Arlecchino loves Lynette, Lyney and Freminet but she secrely has a little more love for Lyney
Meanwhile Y/N loves the three of them equally very very equally (Which makes sense cause I would too)
[Y/N surprise Hug Lyney, Lynette and Freminet all together from behind]
M!Reader : daily reminder that I absolutely love and adore you three!
[Aaaaaaaaand those words made the three of them cry with tears of joy and the three starts hugging Y/N also]
[Meanwhile arlecchino is just watching the whole thing happening]
Arlecchino : ......
[Arlecchino on the inside]
What do Y/N and Arlecchino do together in their free time?
Arlecchino is the type that would do "Netflix and chill" The woman spent all day doing paperwork She no doubt wanted to do something stress relieving and what better than making love with her partner while movies are playing?
Meanwhile Y/N is the type that would want to play video games with Arlecchino, granted she isn't the most fond of playing video games but when you introduce her to Mario kart she got a little bit competitive but overall a fun way to spend some time with her (Picture Arlecchino and Y/N playing Mario kart next to each other but Arlecchino is just absolutely hitting and throwing things at the other karts perfectly while having a smile in her face while your just shock about how good she is at this)
[Both of them sitting on the couch, Y/N leans his head to the side on arlecchino shoulder both of them have blankets on and both have popcorn on their Hand ]
M!Reader : Oh by the way where's Lyney, Lynette and Freminet? I haven't seen them
Arlecchino : I sent them to get some stuff
M!Reader : .......
Arlecchino : .......
[both of them IMMEDIATELY drop the popcorn to the floor and Arlecchino got on top of Y/N and grabbed both of Y/N hand and held both of them on top of Y/N head and they both absolutely go to town if you know what I'm sayin-]
How flirty are Arlecchino and M!Reader to eachother?
Arlecchino is a massive flirt when it comes to you, you could shorten your hair or change your hairstyle or even dye your hair and this girl always finds a way to flirt with you about it, While Y/N is also a flirt but there's a 50/50 chance of the flirt effects Arlecchino and the other chance is Arlecchino flirts back with a even better pick up line
Arlecchino : Hey Y/N...
M!Reader : Hm? Yes dear?
[INSERT ANYTHING NEW YOU'VE DONE WITH YOUR BODY OR HAIR]
Arlecchino : Wow.... You look even hotter than usual....
M!Reader : Aww shucks! ^///v///^
[BONUS]
What happened if Y/N get sick?
Yeah as soon as you get sick Lyney, Lynette, Freminet and Arlecchino will be all over you these four will act like your caretaker giving you medicine, Making you soup, Checking your heat, give you plushies to cuddle with while in bed Cough Freminet Cough
M!Reader : [Cough] [Cough]
Arlecchino : Dear are you okay?
M!Reader : I'm okay [Cough] just a little sick [Cough]
Arlecchino : Y/N your sick?
M!Reader : Yeah but nothing too serious-WOW!
[Arlecchino lifts Y/N up and carries him on her shoulder]
M!Reader : D-dear it's seriously nothing serious-
Arlecchino : No...
Arlecchino : You're getting in bed and rest
M!Reader : At least don't tell Lyney, Lynette and Freminet about this they tend to go overboard with helping me it works but again they go a little too overboard-
Lyney & Lynette & Freminet : YOU'RE SICK?!
[While they were in the hallway, Y/N didn't know but it turns out they heard the whole thing right around the corner of the hallway]
M!Reader : Oh crap-
#male reader#reader x genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact#arlecchino x male reader#reader x arlecchino#arlecchino x reader
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I don’t know if you’ve done this before but I’m begggggging you for a Reiko alphabet 😩😩 no one ever writes anything about him
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Satisfied and quite pleased with himself and his partner's performance. Aftercare is not something he is fond of in terms of giving and receiving. The most Reiko will do is lay close to his partner with them resting against his chest while his hands lay confidently beneath his head
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Reiko is proud of his overall physique. His body has been trained for war and destruction and it shows. He is particularly fond of his shoulder blades. Why? He feels he can carry the weight of the world atop them
Their thighs. He knows just how...powerful those lovely muscles can be and he loves being so buried in them, feeling just how they strain against him as his tongue devours and claims
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Prefers to change it up. Some days he will absolutely fill you to the brim, cumming all over your tender and sore insides. Other times he prefers to paint you as if you a blank and awaiting canvas
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Reiko doesn't have many secrets in terms of bedroom activities with his partner. If he is wanting to do something, he will propose it. He is quite fond of having sex after killing his enemy. He is riled up and wants to share his raptor with you
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Has enough experience to know what feels great and feels even greater. Reiko likes to be well versed in everything, sex is no exception. Though, sex for him is relatively casual. He does not see sex as something you do with someone you love. It is merely an excellent way of rewarding the body
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
His favorite position is you on top of him. He wants to see you riding and bouncing. He doesn't want to miss a single second of the pain and pleasure that is written on your face
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Reiko is not overly serious but he is not exactly humorous. For him, sex is a battle. He is a dominant individual but a switch in the bedroom. If you want to be the dominant one, you need to fight him for it
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Clean and smooth. Reiko is very much a purist in how he portrays his body. He wants nothing to be hidden by hair and so it is all removed
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Not romantic. Well, he is in his own way. For him, to battle his partner is the most romantic thing one could ever do. Will he buy you flowers? No. Will he bring you the head of his enemy? Yes. Sex is not romantic, it is fierce, rabid and untamed
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Typically isn't one to partake in such pleasures. No, Reiko will seek out his partner over everything else. There is no need to pleasure himself when he has a beautiful partner's legs to slide between
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Marking- He will always leave marks on you and you better leave some on him as well. Everyone is leaving that bedroom painted in the glory of love making. He never hides the marks you give him. He wears them with pride and will even boast about them if he catches others looking. Yeah you guys are that annoying couple that openly talk about your sexual adventures. You better not hide those marks either. Not only will he find it insulting, he'll be hurt by it.
Bondage- Reiko is a fan of bondage solely for the purpose of escaping it or having you escape it. It is thrilling to him to break the chains that he keep him from touching you. He relishes in watching you rip the leather he's coiled you in. Liberation is the fun of using bondage
Pain Play- Sex is a battle. In battle there is pain. He will be in pain and so will you. The two of you are always finding ways to tear into each other. Except to leave the bedroom bruised and a bit battered
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Reiko is not too picky. He enjoys having sex anywhere when it comes to his partner. Though he does find himself a bit more excited to fuck you in the barracks or on the sparring grounds
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Victory and glory. When he is triumphant in a battle, he is brought into ecstasy. When he sees his partner's strength he wishes to taste it along with everything else
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Insubordination to the greater cause. He will not tolerate his partner not following the ways that he has been taught. Nor will he be receptive to forms of aftercare following sex. He finds it odd and boring
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Reiko will give and he shall take. He prefers neither over the other, happy to change it up as the battle between the two of you rages on and on
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Expect to leave the bedroom sore and bruised. Everything to Reiko is a fight even sex, especially sex. Sex with him is often incredibly long and full of blood and teeth. He bites, pulls and scratches and he wants you to do the same. The bedroom isn't a place for tenderness.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
They can happen but not often. He prefers when sex takes awhile, that way he and his partner can truly consume and tear each other apart
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Reiko will try just about anything. Danger is exciting. Danger is victory. If you two will be harmed then so be it, that is the fun of it after all
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Long time. Very very long time. Reiko will not allow for anything less than perfection. Expect to be encompassed by him for many many hours
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Reiko has different toys and will use them. Most of his gadgets, however, are related to bondage, and other BDSM related topics
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
It is not that Reiko is unfair, it is merely his partner must earn their place in the bedroom. If his partner wants to cum then they must show that they are demanding it and not requesting it
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Loud. Way too loud for his poor underlings. By gods they will hear the two of you going at it for hours
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
One of the most intimate things a partner can do for him is apply his warpaint. Reiko is completely exposing himself to his partner then and it is a silent affection between the two. There are no words said as fingers dip into tar and mark up a face that's seen and lived horrors of war. He doesn't let anyone get this close. This is a right reserved solely for you
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Muscular and broad. If he looks like he can knock you out with but one punch then he most certain can. He is well defined and shaped. His cock is girthy and ever thick. The head is the most tender area. He also likes shoving it against the back of your throat
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
High. Very high. Being a warrior, he is surrounded in battle and battle is a great turn on. He will seek out his partner often for sex
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He doesn't usually fall asleep, though he is quite spent after the act. He will prefer to admire the marks you've given each other before laying with his partner for a little while
#mortal kombat#mortal kombat fanworks#mk1 2023#mortal kombat headcanons#mk1#mortal kombat x reader#mortal kombat smut#reiko#mk reiko#reiko x reader
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This latest Adventuring Party really drove home my favorite aspect of Brennan's DMing style. He genuinely loves seeing his players succeed, even against odds he considered to be nigh insurmountable.
Let's take the Last Stand as an example. Now, Brennan made no secret out of the Last Stand encounter being very hard, and for people who do not play D&D it may even seem like he overhyped it, but from a mechanics standpoint, the CR, functionally the difficulty rating of this battle royale was sky-high. Yeah, none of the Bad Kids went down, but that is entirely thanks to a combination of excellent strategic play from the Intrepid Heroes and some choice luck.
To mention some of the game changer moves, the Scatter spell really re-defined the battlefield more favorably for the Bad Kids, the disguise self was a value proposition because it split the flying monsters, which was the greatest threat to the proctor by far, in two, functionally halving the threat to the squishy normie, not to mention dealing with the mega-mosquitos in combo with Spirit Guardians. Those little flying bastards would have been such a pain in the ass if Fig didn't bug zapper them to kingdom come. And the bless. Dear god, the Bless saved so many asses in this encounter.
This isn't to say magic was the only thing that defined the battlefield. The single-target damage dealers did some truly astounding numbers and managed their attention and abilities shockingly well. Yeah, Gorgug crit like a madman, but he also tanked like three or four non-barb PCs worth of effective HP damage without going down even once. If he had failed his saves and gotten eaten by the Purple Worm things would have gotten nasty for him, but again, the touch of luck (and bless) saw him through.
So, this is all to say that this was an encounter meant to kick the players' ass. Not an unwinnable one, evidently, but this was supposed to be a considerably worse experience even without getting into the non dice-roll exam questions. And how does Brennan react when the Intrepid Heroes put their game face all the way on, get really smart with their level 1 spell slots, and dismantle the whole thing? He's overjoyed, he's cheering for his strange adventure children, and we're cheering with him because frankly it's rad as hell.
This illustrates one nuance I feel sometimes gets glossed over about the DM-player relationship. A lot of people have talked about how Junior Year is the "Revenge of Brennan" or what have you, and I feel that kind of misses the central appeal of DMing and Brennan's style in D20 in particular. Yes, Mr Mulligan enjoys playing the heel on occasion. It's good fun to play the personification of everything going wrong and the inherent shittiness of the world, but like the wrestler heels, all that wicked charisma is meant to do one thing, and that is build up the faces, or the players in this case.
Now, the ghost of Gary Gygax may come after me for this, but I firmly believe it's not the DMs job to kill the player characters, or even to inconvenience or torment them. A good DM's job is to make it seem like they're going to kill the player characters, as to provide an environment for the players to succeed, a challenge for them to overcome. It's all one big improv exercise (or kink scene if you prefer to view it that way), where the DM derives their (near)absolute authority over the world the PCs inhabit from the shared understanding that they're going to show the players a spectacular, if not on occasion harrowing, time.
This is Brennan's biggest strength as a DM I think. He genuinely wants to make a spectacular time for his friends, and he understands that to do that he must on occasion be the monster they oppose, and on occasion he must be their breathless cheerleader. On occasion, one imagines, he must also be both.
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Thoughts on Jason Todd’s choice of weaponry?
:D an ask! Yay!
Oooh, lets see, I'll start with the crowbars because I appear to be like one of three people on the entire planet who actually likes them.
They're a tacky as fuck riff on the fact that Jason's death is central to his character. They overemphasize the manner in which he died, muddy the waters about what part of his death is important to him, and strangely cheapens the manner in which he died through the parody feel of it.
No one seems to really disagree with my analysis here, but I happen to enjoy that about them and think it's very on brand for Jason. What can I say? They're fun!
Best Quality - His Wiggles
This ultra-sharp curved blade used to be his signature character design feature, the way the white streak in his hair is now, and I'm really not sure why it didn't stick!
Best weapon he's ever had, bring it back please!!!!!
The All-Blades
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....
HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...
I have mixed feelings about the All-Blades. Like much of Lobdell's work: phenomenal idea, poor execution. Giving the guy who is most known for being morally grey a set of powers that is exclusively based on moral absolutes sucks shit, I gotta be honest, and the trick he pulled on the blood blade was cool but ultimately does nothing to solve those problems.
HOWEVER
I want to love them so fucking badly. A set of glowy soul blades is a dope sicknasty off the chain concept and I wish the well wasn't poisoned with the moral implications and the restrictions to use them only on the "Untitled", a set of enemies that only exist for Jason so far as I can tell. If someone seriously took Jason down a magic based path that removed the DnD alignment chart bullshit, I would be so game to see them come back! Hell I wouldn't even insist on a better cooler design for them!
...though uh, yeah those are the least interesting magic sword designs I've ever seen tbh
Normal Ass Swords
They're alright I guess. Like, there's nothing in it really, but it's not bad?
Guns - Real Bullets
Excellent, evocative yet simple, straightforwards and to the point. It makes hella sense thematically to boot, love this for him, please give him back his pistols and miniguns and shit
Guns - Rubber Bullets
Hate. HATE. hate ick disgusting bad NO.
I just fucking hate rubber bullets, like, as a concept. I refuse to accept "non-lethal" bullets as a valid use of gun, either in real life or in fiction. Guns are for putting many holes in things very fast!!!! If you're gonna use a gun, fucking well own up to that!!! Do not play this silly ass game of pretending that you can change out the material and do the same things as with lead bullets but with the video game status effect of "non-lethal" applied. YOU ARE GIVING PEOPLE SMALL CIRCULAR BRUISES. This is still harmful, yes, ooph ouchie, but it is not even slightly a good use of a gun, you are wasting holster space, and carry weight, and the physical materials used to make it all!!
JUST USE A FUCKING STICK! YOU DON'T RUN OUT OF STICK AMMO!
My belief in his capacity to take out enemies is shattered the instant those fuckers are on panel. Maybe this ain't entirely rational, or realistic to how fights go with rubber bullets IRL, but I hate them so much on principle that I will ignore any counterargument you might have that they'd work. I will die on this hill. Rubber bullets BAD. Please stop making him use this!!
Bombs
Love it, give him more bombs forever
ka-BOOM!!!!
His Brain
This is actually his best weapon - sorry wiggly knife, you're being shunted down to number 2 on a last minute technicality! I think Jason is at his best when he's outsmarting people and making long term fucked up schemes to ruin people's lives.
He's so good at it! It's so fun to watch him do it!
Genuinely a shame that this facet of him was mostly lost after Flashpoint, though to give credit where it is due, in Rebirth Jason did ruin the Penguin's life in an impressively elaborate way, which I did really enjoy. I want to see him be a tactical deliberate menace to one person in specific again idk, that's part of why I do kinda agree that he works better as an antagonist than a protagonist - which it should be noted does not mean I think he works better as a villain necessarily, his ethics aren't what matter here - he's just had his best moments as the schemer, and it's hard to have a protagonist schemer even when you make them ethically the good guy.
I hope you enjoyed my nattering on about Jason's weapons :D thank ye again for ask!
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Hcs about Sirius? Thanks
Let's see how many people come screaming in my inbox for these
Tall. Taller than James, definitely taller than Remus (ya know, like the text implies).
Tall and conventionally handsome. Not the skinny/androgynous/emo kind. I don't hate those hcs, they're just not how I picture him. He's very very conventionally handsome in quite a masculine way although I can see him not sporting a beard until after Hogwarts, maybe even after his escape from Azkaban.
You can have your makeup wearing, skirt sporting, femme Sirius but it's just not for me.
Also. Also. Also. Can I just say? Wizards wear robes. They all wear skirts.
Prefers animals to people (and animals prefer him).
Can fly a broom, and can do so very well, most likely since before he ever got to Hogwarts, but he wasn't on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He maybe played once or twice if someone was injured and James was begging him, and only exclusively against Slytherin to spite his Seeker brother. I can see him being in the Duelling Club, though.
Practice duels against the Slytherins got vicious.
An absolute prodigy in Transfiguration (he and James were Minerva's favourite students), also excels in Charms, DADA, and (what a shocker) Astronomy. He's very good in school in general though, and has very high grades. Considering how much time James must have ‘wasted’ being Quidditch Captain - time that Sirius probably spent studying in his last two years of school - he was probably the best, academically speaking, of the Marauders. He was also probably the most powerful wizard of the four.
Took Muggle Studies to annoy his family (he was mildly interested, but he wasn't passionate about the subject), and dropped it after his O.W.L.S. to better concentrate on the ‘important’ classes, especially since there was a war out there by 1978. Definitely got into a slight quarrel with Lily about this - more and more people were dropping out of Muggle Studies out of fear at this point and to her, it was about making a statement. Sirius's reply was ‘I think a curse right between the eyes is a better statement against the Death Eaters - I can only do that if I train’.
But Sirius- I've said this before, but I'm much more interested in all the ways Sirius is like his family than the ways he isn't. Definitely had to unlearn many of his biases.
Amongst which: his classism. Which he does display in the books, especially in the case of Snape.
I'm sure he would get into arguments with Remus (who was clearly hurt by some of these - which is precisely what prompted Sirius to reexamine some of his views more consciously), where Remus would say ‘But not all werewolves are like that, Sirius!’ when talking about, say, whether or not they should be allowed in certain jobs or whatever, and Sirius saying ‘well, yes, Remus but what if they do attack someone’ (Wolfsbane isn't a thing at this point in the canon).
I've said this before and I'll say it again: Remus was Sirius' exception, much like Lily's was Snape's. And this goes for many things.
Gradually, he unlearns many of his beliefs, especially when he goes back home as a teenager and sees his points of view reflected in the mouths of people like Rodolphus Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy - which disgusts him.
Sirius, in the books, has very famous lines (“The world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters...”) but he very famously does not live by that morality. He's a person, to me, with an extremely black-and-white view of the world. He can hex and curse students for fun and it's fine because he isn't using Dark Magic. On the other hand, most Slytherins suck because they are all racist evil gits who will end up as Death Eaters anyway.
He did not have Slytherin friends, that's probably one of my least favourite headcanons ever. He knew these people because he was a Black, which is why he can list them off to Harry in GoF, but he definitely did not hang out with them or like them in any way. Also, who were the Slytherins in his year and above/below anyways? Avery and Mulciber who played cruel (and maybe slightly illegal) jokes on Mary MacDonald? Evan Rosier (to me he actually wasn't, in my headcanons he's 4 years older than Bellatrix, which makes him about 13 years older than Sirius, but for the sake of argument) who was a Dark Wizard TM and blasted off half of Mad Eye's nose? Barty Voldemort Fanboy Crouch? Regulus??? Snape?????
Good at Potions, never top of the class (those were Lily and Snape)
Tactless at times, but not as much as James.
An asshole. A complete and utter arrogant toerag, and definitely more than a little immature. He was popular, like James, and I can see him having other friends outside the Marauders, but never establishing deep and meaningful relationships with them. He was definitely more unapproachable than James, much more intimidating.
(Definitely meaner jokes, too.)
James was the love of his life (platonically, but I can get behind them as a ship). He was loyal to James, first and foremost (which is also why he and Moony grew apart and suspicious of each other in the First War). Also, both of them were James' friends first. The Marauders were James' friend group.
He was definitely jealous when James first got together with Lily because she was stealing his best friend, his second, better brother. He liked Lily, but he was obsessed with James, who definitely grew up before Sirius did.
I've always headcanoned Sirius as straight/bi and Regulus as gay. But the point is more that while I can see Sirius experimenting a bit in Hogwarts (after all, he was full of girls who probably liked him) I can't really see him as either an arrogant/douchebag playboy. I also don't think he ever had a serious relationship. Ever. Especially in his Hogwarts days. If you're not worthy of his time, he won't look at you twice let alone give you a chance.
Any partner of Sirius' would have to be quite exceptional anyways (brilliant, intelligent, talented, funny - he was all of these things after all - and maybe even a bit mean). I can't see why a girl like that would put up with Sirius' arrogance.
Loved McGonagall, lowkey hated Slughorn. He was definitely invited to the Slug Club and I can see him turning down meetings. That particular brand of cunning weaselling cowardice is quite literally the opposite of what Sirius was and it drove him up the wall.
My boy Sirius never worked a day in his life, especially after Uncle Alphard left him gold.
Also: it's very likely that given his nature (he doesn't open up to strangers easily), his vaguely intimidating aura, his less-than-perfect track record in school (I know this fandom likes to ignore that he cursed students for fun, but. like. he did.), the fact that he probably didn't have a job and spent his post-Hogwarts years in secret missions for the Order, and general ruthlessness- people knew him mostly as just another Black. It wasn't that unthinkable then that he might have been seen as Voldemort's number two.
(This enrages Bellatrix by the way lol)
And speaking of Bella. Sirius likes to go around saying Andromeda was his favourite cousin. Nu-uh. He wishes that was truly the case. These two have history, and I find it hilarious that what they hate in the other is precisely what they love in themselves (their respective loyalties).
Saw each other/could hear each other in Azkaban. Bellatrix's taunts of ‘See? We were right. You betrayed our family for these traitors and this is how they repaid you’ made the whole stay that much worse.
More likely than not had promised each other that they would be the ones to kill the other.
Bellatrix didn't mean to kill him though, I am convinced of this. In the books, she hits him with a Stunner and probably yells because she won the duel. Then, it's only after it's sunk in (after her run from the DoM to the Atrium) and when Voldemort is getting closer that she taunts Harry about it.
Personal headcanon: the last time Sirius saw his cousins was at Narcissa's wedding (nice parallel, because I believe that the last event Andromeda ever attended was Bellatrix's wedding). Now, it happened around his 5th/6th year and guess who was also there? Yup. Snivellus (as Lucius' guest). The two almost got into a brawl. Bellatrix was not happy with them almost spoiling Cissy's big day.
Once tried to beat up Rodolphus during a skirmish in which they had both lost their wands, in the First War. It did not go well for him.
I'll stop this now, but I def have more. Don't even get me started on Walburga and Orion and how this fandom does not understand abuse at all.
#sirius black#remus lupin#james potter#the marauders#bellatrix lestrange#hp headcanons#headcanons#the noble and most ancient house of black#asks#answered
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Ok we know the interaction of Clementine meeting her siblings but let's go to the Capitol Au, how was the interaction of Janus meeting his siblings?
You’re right we are missing a puzzle piece and that is Janus whole deal with his capitol AU siblings XD
Xanthos joined the family when Janus was 5. Accustomed to being the sole focus of his parents' attention, Janus initially resisted the idea of sharing it. However, Lucy Gray assured him that Xanthos would make an excellent playmate, and Janus eagerly embraced that promise.
Janus: momma…
Lucy Gray: yes hun?
Janus: aint he gonna… he’s so boring, he’s not doing anything. I thought babies did something? Is he broken? Can we return him?? Get a better one, How is he supposed to play like that?
Lucy Gray: Janus yes well, they do just give him a bit more time and let’s now just enjoy the silence.
Janus: silence isn’t fun… I wanna poke him…
Coriolanus: Sejanus Crimson Snow-
Janus: …sorry… father…
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At the age of 8, Rosalyn joined their family. While Xanthos was declaring Rosie his arch nemesis before she was even born sounds familiar now doesn’t it Janus was thrilled at the prospect of being a big brother to his younger sister, envisioning additional responsibilities to prove himself. Rosie was petite but healthy, and Janus eagerly longed to cradle her upon their initial encounter.
Janus: so tiny, can I hold her?
Coriolanus: absolutely not- I see how you hold that cat of yours, you’ll not hold your fragile newborn sister like that-
Janus: b-but tiramisu is chunky and wiggly! Rosie looks sleepy and light…please…
Coriolanus: No-
He held her while sitting next to Lucy Gray who ensured that he was indeed not holding his newborn sister like his cat ^^’
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Bonus: Even if she is not considered canon yet idk, Janus would be 22 at the time Lucia joins the family. Not being present during her birth like Rosalyn, he is married to his wife and busy with his job as an apprentice for Tigress. He would meet his now even littler sister a few weeks after. He remembers the first time holding Rosalyn, which filled him with pride, but it would be holding baby Lucia that would trigger the ‘I want one of those’ feeling.”
Janus: holding you makes all the previous stress and anxiety melt away, you don’t know me yet and I don’t think we will spend a lot of time together but I’ll treasure every moment I have.
Clelia: She looks like shes made out of gold, such a bright beautiful little lady~
Janus: The cutest little munchkin…
Lucia: Bah!
Janus: I know why they named you honey because you’re just as sweet!
Meanwhile Lucy Gray: yes… feast my child, pull them under your spell. Momma is proud of her little performer~
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Unfortunately for both Janus and Clelia they wouldn’t have munchkin on their own for a while.
#tbosas#snowbaird#lucy gray baird#coriolanus snow#alternate universe#xanthos almost dying during birth#Janus: he is boring…#he wasnt 5 minutes ago Janus trust me#Rosie is just vibing and sleeping#Lucia Honey Snow the master of spells#the spell is baby fever#they both definitely have it now#lucy gray approves#coirolanus as well he needs ro see his line grow#CapitolAU#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#the hunger games#thg#hunger games
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Gathering act III: Titans’ nest
I stood before a stone-faced Yujin.
"Tj. I uh" she stammered."
"Can I ask one question... make it 2?" I ask
"Yeah?" Yujin says
"Does he treat you right, and does he treat the other girls right?" I ask
"Yes. He is an absolute gentleman." Yujin answers
I smile at Yujin before responding, "Well, then I have no other questions."
Yujin smiles then asks, "Well I have some questions. Why have you been avoiding me?" she says as she gets closer to me
I squint and reply, "The only day I avoided you was yesterday."
"So you admit it?" Yujin corners me and raises her question
"To yesterday no...wait that was three weeks ago now, and yes 100%! I admit to it, but I didn't know how to talk about this ( I gesture to the space around us), but that was the only day I was actively avoiding you. the rest has been weird happenstance." I say as I pace the office. escaping the corner she had put me in.
Yujin pouts and challenges, "Why we are adults we should be able to talk to each other maturely?"
"Yes, but I don't respond like an adult when I am feeling intense emotions. If I am being honest I don't think many people can, so I waited until I was in a "better place"" I explained
"So you're in a better spot now?" Yujin asked
"No but given the circumstances. I could be better but I will take what I can get, and right now I'm feeling good." I replied
Yujin began to laugh and said, "You know you think yourself Sultai but the more I see of your heart the more I see Abzan."
"Is that meant as an insult," I asked confused.
"No that's meant as a compliment, and I hope you keep that, and your blue flexibility," Yujin said before leaving. when the door closed Astrid breathed relieved
"I thought you were going to throw yourself out of the window," Astrid said.
"LOL," I responded.
Several days later Connor, Sakura, Dexter, Eunbi, Dami, Chaewon, Yujin, and her boyfriend (named AJay) were about to start a new commander game. They decided to do a two-headed dragon to stop the game from dragging.
Eunbi and Dexter were in the play. Dexter was doing a challenge with Connor and me where we chose a color combination we liked but were too scared to venture into. I was doing Abzan, Hence the Frodo, and Sam deck. Connor was trying Grixis, and Dex was doing Naya. Their commanders today are "Zevlor, Elturel Exile" (Connor), and "Pantlaza, Sun-Favored" (Dexter) Dexter starts with a Temple garden followed by a Kinjalli's Caller while Eunbi plays Command tower and an ornithopter. They pass to Yujin and Ajay. Yujin plays a Blood crypt untapped and loses two life, while Ajay plays a Savai Triome, and passes to Chaewon and Dami. Chaewon is excited to play the revamped Tuvasa deck I helped her with and plays Forest Sol ring and sol talisman. while Dami is more measured in playing Plains and an Esper Sentinel. this leaves Connor and Sakura. Sakura plays a Breeding Pool and Birds of Paradise, while Connor plays Swamp's dark ritual into a necropotence. he exiles three to get back to hand size and loses three lives.
"We have a threat now," Chaewon says excitedly.
"What, no this is just a value necropotence and not meant to get me ahead... Oh my god, I sound like Theo." Connor says which causes everyone present to laugh except Yujin who teased Connor, as she was usually paired with me.
"See it's not so fun is it when the shoe is on the other foot right." Yujin exclaimed
"Oh please it's completely TJ's fault he plays a high density of good cards," Dexter says.
"Yeah but how often did he win?" Yujin asked
"Well, when he was partnered with you he never lost, actually when he has played with anyone they don't lose. Huh weird."
"Well yeah, he is an excellent support player in that everything he does draws hate while his partner secures value off of it." Chaewon explained "Or he just overpowers everyone super fast." She added.
"Yeah." Yujin said confused, "Wait Unnie how did you know that?"
"Oh, the first game we all played together before he met you I was his partner. He also helped me with this deck as well."
"Really?" Yujin asked
"Yeah," Chaewon said. Sensing Ajay's discomfort Yujin changed the subject to the Mega Mixer.
"Oh that's going to be fun we are going to San Diego for it," Eunbi said excitedly.
“Wait isn’t that where Civy lives?” Chaewon asked
“Yeah we should totally call him up” Sakura says jovially
“Yeah since Astrid took him off of security.” Chaewon affirms.
“Wait who is Civy?” Yujin asks
“Oh he’s a psionic like dex and Connor and friend of ours we met a while ago.” Yunjin explained
“Why have we never heard or seen him?” Yujin asks
“He kinda keeps to himself and tries to fly under the radar.” Yunjin explained, “but don’t worry he’s cool. He plays mtg too. Although he plays a lot of different colors. He’s kinda our flex player wedge wise.” Yunjin adds
Dami nodded and said, "he’s also exceptionally helpful at deck building when he’s not teasing you, but yeah, I looked up the hotel we are staying in and it looks nice."
"I know right?" Sakura said, "Yeah Aren't you going Ajay?" she added
Ajay nodded. "Yeah, our Companies think it would be good to show us together."
the room went silent as that was mentioned. the game proceeded in a much less enthused manner after. The game ended with Eunbi and Dexter winning because of a lucky Maskwood nexus off a chaos warp by Connor that Dexter played an Apex devastator off of. which you could imagine what he got when he in response to the 5 cascade triggers cascade triggers cast Congregation at dawn. After the game Dami, Ajay, and Eunbi all had to leave. So that left the two LE Serrafim members Dexter, Connor, and Yujin. They all sat around discussing deck builds moving forward.
"All I know is I am never running Chaos Warp ever again," Connor said.
"Yeah that was bad for you, but you couldn't have known I had Apex devastator in hand." Dexter Consoled
"I should have figured when you tutored for it though and cast it. I should have countered the congregation at dawn though for sure." Connor lamented
"Yeah that was the more problematic card and what allowed me to win," Dexter affirmed
"Yeah," Yujin agreed.
"Hey, why couldn't you get a hold of TJ for our game?" Chaewon asked
"He was busy with Mixer stuff and had a date as well," Dexter answered
"Oh right. do we know the girl or guy?" Sakura asked
"No, he's been quite tight-lipped about the whole thing," Chaewon said
"Wait Why? TJ is usually super open about this kind of stuff?" Yujin asked
"I think it has something to do with seeing how the last one went and the hate it brought Yujin and him. Did you know he's still getting death threats from that?" Dexter said
"Wait he got Death threats?" Yujin and Chaewon asked worriedly.
"Yeah he didn't want either of you to worry though but he got a lot of them most of them stating something along the lines of "How dare you defile my goddess with your impurities" or just the classic I'll kill you" Connor explained.
"Wow. How Noble." Sakura said.
"So is his new main squeeze an idol?" Dexter asked
"Not a clue" Connor responds.
I sat next to Mina at the beach back in Cali. She looked gorgeous as always. She leaned in closer and grabbed my hand. she was always so touchy-feely, but I loved it. Honest. Today I just had a lot on my mind, Something about the Mixer seemed off. I mean we hadn't even met the sponsor yet, but honestly and I guess sadly that wasn't what was bothering me.
"Hey, you've been quiet. What's up?" Mina asked
"uh, it's nothing," I replied
"Jio we have been together for a month now. I know you clench your jaw and bite the side of your cheek when you're stressed about something. So please just tell. me." Mina questioned
"I played a couple of games before our date today at my LGS and I keep getting these weird vibes," I answer.
"How so?" Mina asks
I shrug and say "Well you know Galadriel light of Valinor. She does a lot and so I play her higher power, and I keep getting into these situations where I am winning with her consistently but people keep saying it's a fluke. So I am weird with the deck."
"Well, why don't you revamp your sultai deck?" Mina asks
"Honestly I probably should. that would probably have fewer problems but also playing at Higher Power has been super discouraging. it's like I feel like I am making all these strides but Everyone looks at me like I am garbage and I just don't know what to do. I love the game but the community makes me feel super wonky about it half the time." I respond
"Well, Why do you care about what other people say so much?" Mina asks
"I guess it's the social aspect, both ends of the spectrum believe in shaming to ensure their "rules are met." I just like playing weird and powerful cards, but others I guess do not like seeing them." I figured
"You certainly do like playing weird cards but that has been helpful for me to tune my decks because I definitely wouldn't have found Savage ventmaw and its combo without you," Mina affirmed. "I mean bootlegger's stash in a Frodo and Sam deck wild, but it works for you. So I think you should carve out your space, and not be "shamed" into playing like everyone else. you have a voice." Mina added
"Yeah, you're right. Mina." I affirm
Mina smiles and beams, "Yes I am. Now kiss me." I do as she asks, and after a few more hours of sunbathing Mina gets a call for her schedule. so I space-sift her back to her apartment. I accidentally scare Dahyun.
"I'll never get used to that," she says still startled.
"Sorry, Dahyun just didn't want your Unnie to be late."
"Thank you," Dahyun said sarcastically. I shrugged as I left. I didn't use the front door I just space sifted to the next thing I had to do. which was to meet up with Connor and Dexter and then pick up Mina again. Surprisingly Ajay and Emma were with them in the apartment.
"Hey Theo," they all said
"Wait so this is Theo?" Ajay said
"Yep, who's asking?" I replied
"I am Ajay Yujin's boyfriend." He said he was tall a couple of inches/ centimeters shorter than I but negligibly so.
"Okay cool," I responded
"That's it?" Ajay asked with slight disappointment
"Do you want a medal?" I ask
"I'd thought you'd be more reactive." He responded
"I am sorry but I have way too much on my plate to care," I responded
"Oh someone is snippy." Emma teased
"Yeah well the date I was on is paused until she is done with her schedule that she wasn't supposed to have, and as a result, I am here," I answered slightly annoyed
"Well sorry we interrupted you and..." Emma started the trailed off hoping I'd finish the statement for her
"Oh nice try but I am not revealing that," I say
"Why?" Ajay asks worried
"Scared she'll get stolen?" Erin teases
"Yes, but also no because I love her so much. Also, Also...she likes her privacy so I will not be putting her in a bad spot just to brag." I reply
"That's more maturity than I thought you were capable of." Erin said, then she looked at me, "Oh my god she doesn't exist." Erin added
I groan before looking at my phone to see a text from my lovely "non-existent girlfriend" She was at a photo shoot and the text said, "I will be ready in 45 minutes." I sent a thumbs up back and a "I'll be there in 50 minutes."
"So what was it you all needed help with you only really call me when ya'll need my help."
"Well we have this friend who we've been playing against she is a bant player she has a Shanna Purifying blade deck, that she keeps beating us with. You play Bant so we wanted your help." Connor asked.
I shrugged. "Sorry, I have no experience with Shanna." I knew who they were talking about but again because I knew who they were talking about I wasn't going to help them trample her fun. So I decided to tell the truth that "I" had no experience with the deck.
"Who did we know that plays a Shanna deck?" I ask feigning ignorance
"Oh, she is someone out here we play with when we aren't playing with you," Connor says
"Oh, you're having games without me. how scandalous." I tease
"You're enjoying this?" Erin asks
"Yeah, a little bit. I am glad I am not the only one giving y'all trouble." I got up and began pacing the apartment.
"Wait why aren't you asking who it is? You're a Bant Player." Connor noticed.
"No, I am and always will be a Sultai player first and foremost. Mostly with a Green lean." I correct. "Regardless I hope you figure out whatever you need to beat her," I say casually. after that, I got up and was about to say something when the wind held a faint chill. It was familiar, and before I knew it I was back in a familiar place.
"Hello, Son," Izanami said.
I turned from the way I was facing and said, "Hey Mom. What's up?"
"I don't want you to worry but something is coming for you," Izanami said
"What is it?" I ask
"Remember when I told you that when you drink from the Yomi pool you'd always have a foot in the beyond and one in the known?"
"Yes," I groan.
"Well, your actions and pursuit of balance have garnered the attention of beings more ancient than I," Izanami said
"Like what," I ask skeptically
"I think it's better if you see for yourself," Izanami said before whisking me away to another space.
My eyes opened to be surrounded by more darkness, and from that darkness, two eyes sprang out. Followed by significantly more ( I counted 18). the eyes glowed a similar color to mine when I used my Psionic powers. the eyes flickered brighter. I took a step and felt the floor beneath me sink...no give the floor had a formlessness to it that seemed to be accommodating to the beast. or maybe this was all my mind could process at the moment.
"you are an interesting young one. Raised in the Drought of growth, trained by Wisdom's shadow, and favored by Death unending. A contradiction to most. Yet you persist. Why." The beast asked
"because I have no other choice," I responded
The eyes laugh as they eyes close I gain a peer into the rest of the beast. it is immense. it seemed to be a creature with antlers but I saw numerous figures and faces including but not limited to; an anaconda, a bison, a crocodile, an elephant, a kangaroo, a shark, a turtle, and a Brachisaurus. it was hard to tell what all the faces and body pieces were exactly as it covered itself in shadow, and the little light its eyes gave made something visible. The other notable feature was the coral that seemed to align its spine
"The fight for ultimate survival is always an interesting plight you humans cling to." The creature said "It makes your tales so much more intriguing especially those of you that rise beyond what we believe you to be capable of, but alas there is an interloper in your mist. She bares a face you may recognize. she has abandoned her post as a watcher like me, and so I must intervene, but I need an arbiter as I can not intervene directly less I abandon my role and fall to similar ranks as her. So I reach out to the one bearing my will." The creature explains
"That was cryptic and confusing," I reply
"Oh sorry, I forget humans' minds are often feeble." The beast responds
"It's not that you didn't say anything clearly. I get you want me to do something what is it?" I ask
"I am a species that exists beyond the stars, and I am in pursuit of another of my kind who has abandoned her post. She has taken up the role of instigator. She has chosen to guide humans as opposed to the rest of my species who merely watch." The creature said
"Why me though?" I asked
"Because you understand my will, and desires for the world." The beast said
"But wouldn't this be interloping?" I ask the beast.
"No, it is a restoration."
"Okay," I say The beast's tone was interesting and could be best described as one voice scattered among many mouths. so there was always this weird echo. "So what do I get out of this ?" I ask
"I should have figured your ravenous nature would take precedence." The beast laughs
"I'd like your help with that?" I ask
"Oh, really why?" the beast questions confused
"I know my hunger is self-destructive. it drives me to want it all, but never know what "it" even is. It has led me to pursue more power than I would ever need, and yet I crave more. It has alienated me from loved ones because I am in a constant of wanting something from them whether that hunger is validation from people who will never give me it, or solace that they would rather die than relent. I want this feeling of discomfort that has pushed me to consume and I want it gone. I want contentment. I want that feeling of Hunger that ravenous desire to be used for something other than wanton destruction I want it to be constructive or at least the path to it. If you can't get rid of it." I say
"But why? Your hunger is constructive. From what I have seen hunger is a tool to destroy the imperfect present by consuming it bit by bit and making tomorrow better. Look at all of those you have helped by eating away at the dead and decaying." The beast said
As the creature spoke images flashed into my mind of how my desires have helped others.
"So the way I see it, you are where you want to be, and I think you could be doing more. So my trade for you is simple. I will make you more ravenous and your strength will become equal to your rate of esurience. for each meal you complete you will grow in proportion to that meal so you may never be content nor satiated." The beast said.
"That is not helpful at all but I'll make it work I guess. So what am I up against?" I say
"You will know." the beast said cryptically. and a haze of teal surrounded me.
"One last question. What are you what is your name?" I ask
"I have had many names but the one I prefer is Wendigo." The beast says
I blink several times, then reply "Um you know what that means or is right?"
"Yes I am aware of how humans perceive me, but I would like to ask one thing. When you are chasing your appetites do you lack vision, do you lack purpose?" The beast replies
"No, I suppose not, but there is always that emptiness after I indulge," I answer blankly, as I do I sit down in the shapeless and formless void
"and so how do you remedy that?" The beast asks
"By finding a new appetite, but what good is that if I am always chasing?" I answer dejected
"it's simple. those who always chase have a goal. it's those who chase mindlessly and not out of a need that has twisted my visage and image. Consider this human if I was truly such a terrible beast why haven't I consumed you whole and made you my vessel? Why go through the process of partnering with you?" The beast asks
"It makes hunting your next target easier. " I guess
"Yes, and why make my Chase harder fighting you when I can grant you the strength to accomplish what those others could not?" The beast asks
I scratched my head taken aback by that. "Growth and Hunger are always tied and when you separate them madness ensues." I realized something about the beast and as I did the world shifted.
"Wake up TJ. Wake up." I heard voices around me say as I opened. I sat up and the first thing besides a profound desire to play some commander and kiss Mina was an intense hunger and pain. I got up and looked around for anything to eat. the pain was so intense that I actually couldn't hear anything anyone was saying to me. I took out my phone.
"Is there anything to eat near here that's like high in calories?" I ask my friends as I look on my phone for food places.
"Um yeah but we need to talk(they say more words but my brain stopped reporting them to my consciousness)..."
"Where ooh steak house that should work," I say salivating excessively like I am going to vomit. it was weirdly soothing. While I was getting a reservation I got a call from Mina
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Short Drayton Imagines (Set 1)
Warning! These are Post-DLC Imagines! I won't really be spoiling much plot-wise but in case I say anything spoiler-y I'm going to include a page break-- read with your own caution!
There's a hint of Kieran Jealousy in here haha
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You aren't really close friends, per se, it's just that he's taken to inserting himself into your life at random. If you ever find yourself in his neck of the woods, it's more than likely that he'll pop out from nowhere and try to distract you from getting your work done. You are colleagues at the very least, being the champ of his little organization and all.
"Hey sport!" or some variation is the only warning you'll get that you're about to be dragged into some whirlwind and might as well either run as fast as you can or resign yourself to being at the mercy of Drayton's whims for the day.
Yes, he is always scheming. People might look down on him for being laid back, but he's still got the energy to plot things it seems.
...It's not that he's philosophically against bad grades or anything, but you're a little too high-strung about being perfect and performing all the time. At least, that's what he thinks. You've been the best at everything for so long that he's not sure if it's just your nature or an obligation that everyone else has set upon you. You need to learn to relax!
Who better to teach you than the Drayster himself? It's not like he takes anything seriously anymore. (lol)
(Maybe he's projecting, a little. He knows a thing or two about expectations and pressure being put on a person to achieve excellence, even if that's not what they really want.)
Plenty of his lackeys have obviously figured out that he's got some sort of thing going on, what with how easily he drops what he's doing just to go pester you. Even if that means abandoning his snacks and actually cleaning himself off to look somewhat presentable. The fact that he cares to wipe a couple crumbs off his chest is enough to turn heads. Drayton isn't the type to mind what anyone thinks.
You're lucky the dorms require a digital key to get in, and that he can't be bothered to break in (though he probably could pull some strings if he really wanted). He's followed you back to the dorms after a long day and ignored the hall monitors barking at him to get back to his own just to play around and snoop through your stuff.
It's... kind of like finding a really lazy Beartic rummaging through your garbage.
He doesn't really need a comfortable bed, to be honest. He's happy to drag you into a foot of snow and burrow there. He can settle anywhere secluded, as fun as it is to watch people from afar. He needs peace and quiet to sleep.
Artificial glaciers or not, the cold is still biting, but he's impervious to it somehow. He'll have his skin exposed for hours and have nothing more than a slight flush to his pale skin. You, on the other hand, have little choice in the matter. He knows you've dealt with worse, being a seasoned adventurer and all, so he doesn't really feel all too bad about hogging all your warmth to himself.
...If you were actually cold, he wouldn't be so cruel. You're dressed appropriately, and you have your Pokemon if you absolutely need. You can handle a few moments out in the snow.
Your little friend is a teeny bit upset with him. So's his sister, so there's nothing new there. But he has to admit that he's a little smug about how 'close' he can get to you and loves watching the pipsqueak try to stomp down his temper.
It goes something like "Hey there buddy~." And an arm slung lazily slung around your shoulder. Not that you have any idea that Kieran is both behind you and seething at Drayton. It's just too easy to get to him, but think of it as payback. He's forgiven of course, but he still put you all through some rough stuff. You especially.
Drayton still loves to mess with Carmine, sure, but she's also been on his case about how he's been latching onto you recently. Maybe it's because she knows how jealous her brother gets, but he thinks she just wants you all to herself. Too bad for her, he got to you first.
Well, not exactly, she met you before him, but she had her chance! Now you're the bestest of buds and she can't do nothin about it.
You've got lots of friends back at 'home'. He knows he can't always capitalize on your time, and he backs off when he sees you actually needing space, but they're not here to stop him. You're his bud, all his.
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The Gold Road Reveal and my thoughts on it
I’m gonna start this off by saying I love ESO. I have been playing since 2017 and I’m pretty much doing everything the game has to offer. Quests, dungeons, trials, antiquities, sometimes PvP. That being said, this post will include lots of criticism that I feel (or know) is shared by many other fans.
But first things first, let me start off by listing some of the things on yesterday’s stream that had me bouncing in my seat:
The new zone is absolutely stunning! There’s a lot of variety to it and it does look very pretty. Exploring it will undoubtedly be fun and a feast for my eyes.
Also, Fennorian will be there, so I know there will at least be one well-written character that my Vestige has an actual bond with.
The scribing system being more of a roleplay thing – I don’t know what some people were hoping for, but I’m glad it’s not some Big Damage For Those Who Are Good At Maths kind of system. It still allows for a more unique playstyle, and I suppose it’s going to turn out like always: Do whatever you want in open world spaces, but keep your bow backflip heal out of veteran content.
And maybe the biggest “Yes!” moment of the evening: Ed Stark being the zone lead for Gold Road. While I did not like High Isle as much (too predictable for my taste, but at least it had recurring characters), he was responsible for Greymoor and Murkmire as well. I thought Greymoor was fantastic (good quests, excellent new characters alongside very familiar recurring ones), and Murkmire… well, I think Murkmire suffers greatly from being “the DLC that came after the Daedric Triad” so to speak. It kind of fell into the void created by a storyline spanning a full year (or even more, if you count the setup for the whole thing, which really began with the Varen’s ghost and Darien’s letter in Wrothgar and the Gold Coast sweetroll killer quests). I think that’s why lots of people don’t seem to like Murkmire very much despite it having great storytelling. My point is this: I do have some hope that after the fiasco some recent DLCs were story-wise, Ed Stark will at least make sure Gold Road makes sense.
And now for the criticism.
Ithelia’s design (Whenever, wherever, I want to kill Hermaeus…)
… yeah, about that. As one of my friends put it, she looks like Shakira with wings.
They really could have done so much better. The way she is now, as @akaviri-dovah said, she really just looks like a Meridia clone who somehow stole Jyggalag’s crystals, which is funny on so many levels (more on that later). Suffice it to say that I personally think the design choices are kind of lazy, given that we already have an angelic-looking Daedric lady.
Also, what’s with this picture? This kinda makes it seem as if she originally looked. Um. A lil different from the way she is now. In any case, I’m just gonna call this a missed opportunity for something more unique. I do like the glass shard aesthetic, I just wish they’d taken it in a different direction.
Dragon Break Princess Ithelia, or something like that
Now I know Dragon Breaks have to work differently from what Ithelia does, but I am kind of wondering what the consequences of her fate-altering abilities are. How do you alter fate in a way that threatens reality (with reality consisting of past and present events, with all possible versions of the future being possibly-real until one actually happens) without altering the timeline? Just by removing a possible future? Then one could argue that any Daedra could do the same just by manipulating people. Granted, it’s possible that Ithelia sees all possible futures and can do whatever she likes with them, but even then, she’d only be influencing what can become reality, not what already is. So how can she be THAT dangerous?
Right now, it just seems to me that they needed an adversary for Hermaeus Mora, and since his big things are knowledge, secrets and fate, and they couldn’t very well make a Daedric Prince of Anti-Intellectualism or a Daedric Prince of Snitching, she had to be a fate-altering type of Daedra.
At this point I’m still wondering how she even works, because how does she not accidentally cause Dragon Breaks? And if she is that damn powerful, how on earth did Mora alone manage to pretty much remove any trace of her? Which kind of brings me to my next point.
Memory Issues
I know, I know, Ithelia is not the first “new” Daedric Prince. (Which makes her stolen Jyggalag crystal vibes rather funny if you ask me.) And I don’t mind her being crazy powerful either, because so was Jyggalag or else he wouldn’t have been cursed. But that, to my knowledge, required several other Princes, whereas Ithelia apparently got owned by Hermaeus Mora alone, who then erased all memory of her. Which is not only quite the feat given how powerful she has to be, but also a very weird thing for Hermaeus Mora to do. I kinda thought stealing memories was more Meridia’s style. This entire part does not quite make sense to me yet and seems a little out of character, but well. By the way, speaking of Meridia…
Meridia-baiting the players
At this point, ZOS have to know we’re getting tired of waiting for villain Meridia. Everyone I know who is even the least bit interested in ESO’s storyline wants to see it. And I’ve seen people get their hopes up in recent days (new Meridia/Dawnbreaker-themed music box, the Ayleid ruin hint on the fragments sent to streamers…). Even in the twitch chat, there were people hyped about what they thought was Meridia, and who were disappointed when they were told it was Ithelia. And yes, I am absolutely saying they did this and made her a Meridia lookalike on purpose. But I’m well aware that we haven’t gotten any new hints about either Meridia or a certain someone since Greymoor, and that chapter will be four years old soon. Even I am beginning to give up, as much as I hate to say it.
By the way, I really did NOT appreciate Matt Firor name-dropping Darien right at the beginning. If you’re not planning to do anything with him, just let it go. I know absolutely nobody who appreciates being fed very tiny hints for two years and then being left in the dark for four years straight. If you don’t want to pick that storyline up again, just stuff the man into the Old Life quest and be done with it.
Honestly, once again, I’m gonna say this is a MASSIVE missed opportunity right here. ESO’s 10 year anniversary is coming up, what could possibly be better than to go back to the roots now and reward all those loyal players with the story they are waiting for? I distinctly recall Molag Bal telling me to watch my step around Meridia, and the setup is all there. I’m honestly disappointed that there is no Meridia content at all. And this ties in with my final point, albeit vaguely.
“Recurring” characters
Ah, yes, we do love recurring characters. Sometimes. We do love it when a fan favorite comes back – a character who’s accompanied the Vestige over the course of an entire story arc or has made multiple appearances over the years and has become beloved by many players, and, most importantly, who is well-written, i.e. has a unique personality. And that’s why “recurring characters” is not always a recipe for success when it comes to getting people hooked on a story.
It is when it’s one of the five companions, or a Ravenwatch member, or your main alliance buddy (Raz, Naryu and – oh, wait, yeah, us Covenant babies don’t have one anymore). It also works when it’s a character we’ve run across several times already, like Alchemy, who I know tons of people love, or my favorite walking disaster Revus Demnevanni.
But it’s certainly not working when it’s a character we barely know anything about, and who isn’t a hit with the community. Like Eveli’s brother whom I had to google because I could not remember who he was. He’s from a prologue quest. Nothing more. That’s not a “beloved returning character”.
ZOS have several of those just lying around, and they’re just not using them. And even the base game had so many characters that were there over the course of several zones, that were well-written and at least memorable to the degree that people would recognize them with just a little reminder, like Indaenir or Holgunn and Walks-in-Ash or the Vanos siblings. Hell, we haven't seen good old Vanus Galerion in a while. They are ten years old now and deserve to be dragged to the surface again.
Okay, I’m done now!
This concludes my rant (because that’s what it is, I’m aware). I just want to say again that this is not be dragging ESO through the mud, this is just me pointing out that the devs (especially the writers) could do so much better if they listened to their lore nerds and story-interested players more.
#eso#gold road#ithelia#hermaeus mora#meridia#long post#tes#intya rambles#i am still very salty about the whole meridia situation#and the unfinished business we have with her#and I don't like players getting their hopes up for nothing
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Hello ! Today, we’re answering a request for my 6k event sent by @sergeantbuckybarnes : “Hii Carole!! Congrats on 6k🎉🎉 You deserve this and more cause your writing is amazing!
There’s so many good tropes here it’s so difficult to choose…. But I’m a huge fan of “only one bed” hehe (with Ben of course 😋) I’m not sure about the AU so that’s up to you, you can choose whatever you think it fits better, I trust your judgement😊
Thank you for doing this! It’s gonna be so fun read all these stories💕”
Thank you so much for sending in a request! I hope you’ll like this little piece!
I hope you all like this story! Tell me what you think!
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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader
Warnings: so much adorableness you might throw up.
Summary: You and Ben need to attend a wedding, and are travelling together by car for 48 hours. What you didn’t expect was for the hotel you had booked to mess up with your reservation and give you… only one room for the two of you, with only one bed to be shared…
Word Count: 3405
Ben Barnes’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist
You were growing tired. After driving for four hours straight, with only a small break a couple of hours before, your back was starting to hurt again, your brain growing foggy. You could feel yourself starting to be unfocused.
“Do you want us to switch?”
You had thought Ben asleep, but clearly he wasn’t. When you glimpsed over at him on the passenger seat, his eyes were open, although his eyelids were heavy over his dark eyes. He stared at you, expression neutral and yet there was still something benevolent in his gaze, something that was always there when he looked at you, something you didn’t really understand.
“I’m fine,” you lied, and he chuckled, sitting a little straighter in his seat, folding his arms before his chest.
“You seem tired, there’s no need to play the tough act,” he smiled, something tender lingering on his lips.
And you couldn’t control the way your expression longed to mimic his, the way your lips curved up just a little bit at the mere sight of his own smile. The way you wanted to kiss the taste of that shining smile off his lips, too…
You took a deep breath, tried to calm your nerves. Being in love with your friend was not a great idea, by any means. And being stuck with said friend in a car for 48 hours to attend a wedding was not a good idea either…
Ben had been driving for the entire morning and a part of the afternoon, it was your turn at the wheel. But Ben shook his head at your stubbornness as you didn’t answer. Or well, what he took as stubbornness. As a matter of fact you were simply still distracted by this urge of yours to press your lips to his…
“We have about an hour left before reaching the hotel. Will you be alright?” he asked, voice warm, deep, soothing…
You cleared your throat.
“Yeah, I’ll be okay. You can rest if you want.”
“Not sure I can now that I’ve noticed how focused you are while driving…”
“Very funny. I’m an excellent driver!”
“When you’re awake…”
He laughed at the way you mumbled something unintelligible under your breath.
“We’ll soon be there,” he spoke with a gentler voice again. “And tomorrow night, when we finally reach the wedding, I will kill Andy for making us travel all the way across the country for this.”
“It would have been fine had they planned it in more than three weeks and had all flights not been booked…”
Ben nodded, then yawned.
“I can’t wait to finally lie down in bed. Driving is exhausting…”
“Indeed.”
“If you get us there safely and manage not to crash the car into anything, I’ll buy you dinner. Whatever you want.”
“I want something disgustingly terrible for our health.”
“Burger?”
“Yes, please. Extra fries!”
He laughed at that, but nodded anyway.
While you drove, the dying lights of twilight danced over your features, the trees on each side of the road painting moving shadows over yours skin. And Ben wondered how you could manage to be absolutely stunning when looking exhausted, dishevelled, after a ten-hour road-trip…
But then, perhaps it was just his infatuated brain speaking. After all, falling in love with his friend was a terrible, terrible idea, and Ben had let himself fall into this trap months ago like the bloody fool he was.
He looked away before you would notice the way he was staring at you, and tried to slow down his heart after it started dancing a salsa…
This was going to be a long… long trip…
“What do you mean, there’s only one room left?”
Your voice was shaking with exhaustion and frustration. You were exhausted, you had a headache, you longed for nothing but a bed and a full night of sleep.
“I’m so sorry,” the employee apologised. “There must have been a mistake… But we’ve only booked one room for you, and there is none left available.”
Behind you, Ben heaved a deep sigh.
“Well, we don’t have a choice, anyway,” he mumbled, offering his open palm in a silent request to get the key to the bedroom.
“I did book two bedrooms,” you told him as you carried your luggage down the narrow corridor, towards your shared room.
“I know. They must have fucked up our reservation.”
You let Ben open the door and enter first, but he came back after just a few steps to help you with your suitcase.
And…
“Fuck…”
As expected, there was only one bed in the room. A rather large one, that seemed comfortable and inviting, but it was still one bed for two people. Two people being friends, yes, but a man and a woman, and… both of them desperately in love with each other and idiotically oblivious of the reciprocated feelings.
This was bad. Very bad…
“I’ll take the couch,” Ben offered, but a quick look around made you frown.
“There’s no couch. You’re not going to sleep on the floor. Besides, it’s ridiculous. We’re friends, we’re adults. It’s alright.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course! I’m going to take a shower.”
Ben let you take a shower first, didn’t complain about it. He was too nervous at the idea of sharing a bed with you to banter anyway.
How could he not be nervous? Sleeping in the same bed was a highly intimate thing, especially given the fact that he was absolutely smitten with you. How could he pass the night?
His heart was beating faster than usual, he was struggling a little to breathe. He decided to unpack a part of his stuff to calm his nerves.
When you emerged from the bathroom in your pyjamas, hair still a little wet and frame wrapped in a comfy bathrobe, all his plans of calming down evaporated. Why did you have to look so adorable?
“We’re only staying for one night, why are you unpacking so much?” you asked, looking at him with a puzzled expression that made his heart skip a beat.
Damn, he really was a lovesick fool…
“Huh… I just don’t like picking up my stuff from a suitcase.”
You shrugged, deciding to leave him alone while he acted silly, and Ben was grateful for it. He hurried inside the bathroom, longing for some cool water to calm him down. And it worked. He was himself again, composed and quiet, when he walked out of the steamy room. He did not expect to find you already asleep, a book on your laps that had fallen from your hands as their hold failed, your neck crooked as it relaxed during your slumber.
Why was he so strangely touched by it? There was nothing special in this moment, nothing glamorous, nothing extraordinary.
It’s domestic. Yes, that was what, Ben realized, made the scene special, filled his heart with a warm feeling of fondness that went beyond the kind a friend should feel. He wanted to see you like this every day; in this fragile, peaceful stage you entered every night, and he longed to become the guardian of it.
Slowly, he walked to your side of the bed, picked up your book, secured the page. He put it away on the bedside table next to you, then gently cupped your face to straighten your neck a little. You shifted slightly in your sleep, but didn’t awaken. Finally, he tugged you in, bringing up the covers up to your chin, patting gently the soft material in a tender gesture, as if to say ‘take good care of her for me’.
When he looked up at your face again, your frame now secured under the blanket, it was to fall right into your eyes…
“Thank you,” you breathed, your voice tiny in the wide space of the bedroom, in its quiet, in the darkness of the night outside and the shaky light of the bedside lamps.
And Ben was back to square one, with a heart thumping against his ribs, a breath struggling to escape his lungs, an urge to lean down and kiss you until you would moan his name…
“You can go back to sleep,” he whispered, unwilling to break the quietness of the moment.
You hummed, closing your eyes once more. Ben stopped breathing altogether when you blindly reached for him, holding onto his forearm.
“Come to bed too.”
So that was what it sounded like, to be called to join you in bed late at night? For a second, he imagined you saying this phrase to him because he was working too hard, going to sleep too late at night, in a bedroom that you would be sharing.
Absolute lovesick fool…
“I’m coming,” he whispered, and couldn’t hold back his urge to reach out, brush a strand of hair away, and let his knuckles caress your cheek, travelling across the soft skin from your temple to your chin.
He heard your breathing catch in your throat, and he swore he could have died here and there.
But it was a spell that needed to be broken, that required to be torn into pieces. He wasn’t ready for this. He longed for it, yearned for it, actually, but he couldn’t take a step closer to you, couldn’t lean down to meet you. It would endanger your friendship, make everything complicated, and anyway… he was pretty certain you didn’t like him that way…
At 4am, you were awake.
You were exhausted, and wanted to go back to sleep, but simply could not. Your eyes were closed, but your brain was fully functioning, thinking about the driving to be done the next morning, the wedding ceremony, where you would get gas on the road, Ben’s regular breathing filling up the silent room, the way his weight bent the mattress…
You turned to your side, trying to get comfortable, to quieten your mind again, to ignore the warmth Ben was spreading through the bed.
To ignore that Ben was lying in this bed, with you, within arms range, or even hands range at this point. Had you extended your fingers, releasing them from the tightness of your fist, they would have brushed his naked bicep…
“You’re alright?”
His voice was warm despite the roughness of sleep. Almost a growl. It made your heart skip a beat or two, or maybe a dozen…
“Yeah, I’m alright.”
Your voice was quiet, you tried to clear your throat to make it a little louder, but it was hard to breathe as Ben was turning on his side to face you.
From the window, a ghostly light came in from the hotel sign out there on the street. A mix of red and yellowed white that wasn’t bright enough to properly see anything, but still made shapes clear through the shadows of the room. It shone in Ben’s eyes, you couldn’t see the details of his features but could distinguish the edge of his jawline, the length of his nose, the vague curves of his lips…
“Can’t sleep?”
“Not really.”
He hummed.
“Why? You’re not the one getting married, no need to worry about it.”
“I know, it’s just… it’s not that. My brain is just busy.”
Again, a low humming.
“Have you tried counting sheep?”
“At this point I would have reached 500 of those.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Yeah… it’s okay though. I’ll end up falling asleep again. You can go back to sleep.”
He shrugged, and you thought he would listen to you. Close his eyes again, and look for the sweet quiet of slumber again. Instead, he reached blindly for you across the bed, until his fingers were wrapped around your wrist, thumb brushing against your pulse.
You took in a sharp breath, staring at his undefined form.
“You need to sleep,” he admonished, his voice still low and tender, impossibly warm…
“Easier said than done, you genius!”
He chuckled at that, low and raspy, and you felt your entire being tremble at the sound.
It shouldn’t be legal to hold so much power over someone…
“Are you uncomfortable?” he asked after a moment of silence, and his voice was even more tender, if it were possible. “Because I’m here…”
“No! No, it’s really not that. I just… I just can’t sleep. I worry about stuff, I don’t know…”
You blamed his next actions on the fact that it was late at night (or early in the morning). You blamed it on the fact that he wasn’t thinking straight, that he was barely awake at all, probably dizzy with sleep. He couldn’t truly be aware of what he was doing when he gently pulled you closer, slowly wrapping his arm around your frame, giving you all the time you wanted to push him away and break free. His hold was gentle, and you could have easily moved out of his embrace, but why would you? Why would you break free when he smelled of soap and something undefinable that was so him, almost like citrus and oud but not quite? Why would you break free when you felt so safe and warm in his arms?
You blamed the gentle kiss he dropped on your forehead as a moment of madness in his tiredness.
“Sleep. It’s late.”
“Early, rather.”
You felt him smiling against your skin, lips brushing your temple.
“I love it when you do that.”
Yes, he was definitely not himself, was he high? Could someone be high on melatonin?
“Do what?” you prompted, although you immediately regretted your question.
“When you’re being a smartass.”
You pinched him gently, right under his ribs, making him giggle and squirm away from your touch. He was back against you in a second though, as if he couldn’t help himself, couldn’t stay away…
“Sleep. Instead of pinching me…”
“I could if you were quiet.”
“Very well, I won’t say a thing now.”
But it was worse. Because talking to him brought at least a little bit of a distraction but now that silence had settled through the room again, you could do nothing but listen to the rhythmic pattern of his breathing, breathe in his scent, feel his warmth sip into your frame and his heartbeat against your palm…
“Y/N? You’re awake?”
You chose not to answer. After all, you were finally starting to doze off. You realized now that he was speaking after a long moment of silence, but time wasn’t quite right to you in that moment, lost in between consciousness and oblivion.
You heard him heaving a sigh, but your eyes remained closed and your frame motionless.
He let his fingers rest against your hair.
“You’re driving me mad, you know that?”
A breathy, quiet laugh that matched the whisper of his tone.
“No, probably not. Why would you? You don’t know how I feel about you…”
You stopped breathing, but he didn’t notice. Instead, he heaved another sigh.
“What on earth am I doing?”
He didn’t answer his own question. He merely shifted away, putting a little bit of distance and loosening his hold on you. It lasted but a moment, before he was back to square one, pressed against you.
“What are you doing to me?”
His breath on your temple was the last thing you knew before falling asleep.
Ben hated himself.
Which was unusual. He usually didn’t display a large ego, but he never hated himself either. Except for today. Today, he was absolutely horrified by his own behaviour.
What had happened in his head when he held you like this? Against him, in a bed, in the dark, in a hotel room?
No wonder why you could barely look at him this morning. Why you averted your eyes and barely uttered a word throughout breakfast. What else could you have done?
And it broke his heart to see you like this. To push him away, and to know now for certain that you would never want him to touch you like this, to hold you, to…
He focused on the road, but the silence in the car was too heavy to bear.
What if you hated him? What if he had broken your friendship…
“I’m sorry.”
You seemed surprised by his statement, turned to him with a mild frown on your brow.
“Why?”
“For last night. I’m sorry.”
“Last night?”
“For holding you. I didn’t think straight, it was… I’m sorry, it was inappropriate.”
You clenched your jaw, looked away again.
“It’s alright…”
“I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“You didn’t.”
“It was out of line…”
“No, it was okay. We’re friends. We’ve hugged before.”
“I had never held you in my arms while we slept before.”
He noticed the trembling breath you took.
“No, I guess not…”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. It’s fine.”
“I… I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable, or unsafe. You know it was nothing sexual…”
“Ben, of course I know. It’s okay.”
“Then why are you ignoring me since we woke up?”
Since the first lights of dawn pouring in the bedroom, since this first look, this first smile that quickly turned into an agape mouth, and a gentle push on his chest to break free…
“I just… It’s…”
“I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing. I was… It was okay. I liked it. The way you held me.”
Slowly, the information sipped through Ben’s brain; although he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.
The traffic was dense, but not too slow. His fingers on the wheel tightened their hold.
“Okay.”
“I just… I’m sorry, I’m just tired.”
“Now, you’re the one apologizing when you shouldn’t,” he joked, and you welcomed it with a chuckle.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
But Ben wasn’t buying it. There was more to it all than mere fatigue. He had seen you exhausted before, annoyed, angry… now, you seemed afraid.
“When I held you last night, I didn’t really think this through,” he admitted. “But it was nice.”
“Yeah… yeah, it was nice.”
“I won’t do it again though, if you don’t feel comfortable being touched like that.”
But when you turned to him, he could feel the intensity of your gaze burn a hole in his head.
“I don’t really get why you held me like this though. And why you kept on holding me in your sleep.”
He struggled to swallow, shrugging.
“I don’t know… I just… I just wanted to.”
“Do you… do you remember what you said?”
He froze, the cars before him becoming blurred. Slowly, he glanced over at you, before focusing on the road once more. He shifted in his seat, uneasy.
“What?”
“You said… you said something when you were holding me. What did you mean?”
“No… nothing. I was just… I don’t know.”
He bit the inside of his cheek.
“I just… I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what now?”
“I… I didn’t think you could hear me. I thought you were asleep. Why didn’t you tell me anything?”
“I don’t know… I was… I hoped you meant it in one way, and I was worried you didn’t.”
He frowned a little at that.
“What way were you hoping for?”
You took a deep breath, he heard it. When he glanced at you, you were visibly nervous.
“Not in a friendly way.”
Despite the road before you and the moving cars around you, Ben couldn’t help but stare at you for several seconds.
“Really?”
Slowly, you nodded.
“Yeah…”
“Like in a… romantic way?”
“Yeah.”
His heart was beating so fast by now, and he used every bit of restrain in his body to keep his eyes on the road.
“I didn’t mean it in a friendly way. I… I kind of like you. A lot.”
“Like like me?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh.”
“Will you hate me from now on because of that?”
He was surprised when you chuckled.
“Actually, I’d rather ask you on a date.”
It was his time to laugh, louder than you though.
“Really?”
“Yeah… unless you don’t want to.”
“Oh, I do! I do want to go on a date.”
He was blushing profusely now, you noticed, and it made you smile. But then he laughed. Uncontrollably, in waves, and you frowned a little at the sight.
“This hotel room really was an abominable idea,” he laughed, and you finally joined him, although, soon enough, you were shrugging.
“I don’t know… perhaps it wasn’t that bad, after all.”
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