#his team looks pretty good i think he has a fair shot but then again a lot of the teams with the best players haven't dropped so we shall se

[joeybsversion]

Drunk in Love

Joe Burrow x Reader

You and Joe celebrate a big win with the team

“That’s not fair, I always lose!” Joe shouted displeased as he grabbed the plastic cup filled with a concoction of alcohol.

You were out celebrating a Bengal win with the team and Joe had just lost another round of Kings Cup.

“Chug, Joey! You know the rules!” You teased as he slowly sipped on the drink.

“This is disgusting! I’ve already had enough.” He took one last big drink and crushed the cup.

Tee cracked open another drink and passed it down to Joe, “Here man. This is much better.”

Joe took a big swig of his drink. “I want a rematch!” He demanded and crossed his arms across his chest.

“Joe you’ve lost the last 3 rounds. Why would you win now, of all times?” Sam teased and placed another cup in the middle. Joe laughed, unable to think of an excuse. He was having too much fun with everyone.

“Maybe next game you’ll have better luck.” You teased and gave Joe a playful pat on the back. Joe let out a big pout which made everyone at the table laugh. “I think you’ve had enough.” You teased and grabbed his drink and took a sip. “Let’s share this one.” You kissed Joe on the cheek and set the drink down. “I’ll be right back.” You said and gave Joe a reassuring smile and slipped away from the table.

“I’ll miss you!” He called after you with a big grin.

You made your way to the bar and quickly glanced over the menu. You were going to order a few appetizers for the table. Most of the table was hungry, it had been a few hours since you left the stadium with the girls and you all had talked about how hungry you were on the ride over. Plus, you knew the guys would be hungry after the game.

“Can I get a few baskets of fries, some Buffalo chicken wings, an order of nachos, and some pretzel bites please?” You folded up the menu and passed it back the bartender. After all home game wins you rented a room at the teams favorite bar to celebrate. “Oh and a round of waters please.” You added. The bartender copied everything down and let you know he’d be on his way over with the waters soon.

As you made your way back to the table you saw Joe with another plastic cup up to his mouth while the rest of the team was laughing and cheering him on.

“Did you lose again?” You laughed and took your seat next to Joe.

He wiped his mouth and looked over with a big pout “it’s not fair!” He whined. You gave him a quick kiss to cheer him up. “That makes it better.” He smiled and leaned in for another. You could taste the alcohol on his breath as he kissed you.

“Y/N, what can I get you to drink?” Sam asked as he got up from the table and made his way back to the bar to order another round.

“Surprise me!” You smiled. “And Joe is good for now.” You laughed.

Sam came back with a round of shots and drinks for everyone. Joe clinked his shot glass with yours as you both choked down the drink. The whole table was feeling pretty buzzed now and the food was making its way around. It has been such a fun night. With all the stress that comes with the games it’s nice to see everyone relax.

The drinks continued to flow until the early morning hours. Couples had slowly started to filter out as it got later. “We should probably think about going, Joey.” You slurred and grabbed his hand. “It’s getting later and I’m pretty sleepy.” You brushed your hair out of your face and leaned onto his shoulder.

“I’ll order a car.” Joe drunkenly pulled out his phone and ordered a ride. “I have a car that’ll be here n 20.” He shouted to the end of the table.

“We’ll hop in with ya!” Ja’Marr hollered back and motioned between himself and Tee. You all lived pretty close together so you rode together a lot of the time.

You all stumbled out to the sidewalk together and stood taking selfies and posting drunk Instagram stories while you waited for the car.

“There he is!” Joe hollered and flung himself into the backseat of the car, pulling you in with him.

Giggles flooded out if you as you Joe held you in his lap making jokes with the guys and drunkenly goofing off on the ride home. You clung to Joe like he was the only sense of comfort you could find. “I really like you.” Joe whispered into your ear as he pulled you closer and gave you a big hug. Your stomach did a somersault, “I really like you too, Joey.” You gave him a kiss.

“Get a room!” Tee hollered and covered his eyes.

“You’re just jealous!” Joe murmured back in between kisses. “Here’s our stop though!” He said and ducked out of the car. “Night guys!” He smiled and waved.

“Use protection! We don’t need a baby burrow running around!” Ja’Marr teased as you and Joe made your way into the house for the night.

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[polarisjisung]

cherry flavoured

02— OH PARTY PARTY YEAH

SYNOPSIS: y/n, the campuses notorious heartbreaker, had never been one to settle down, running from the word commitment since the concept had first been introduced to her, but one smile and a little cherry coke seems to do just the trick when she runs into captain of the dance team, park jisung

PAIRING : dancer!jisung x fem!reader

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of alcohol

You and the girls had been to your fair share of shitty college frat parties— the ones with cheap alcohol and blaring music where you could barely hear yourself think, but the NCIT frat was new, in fact most of the frat parties you had been to were courtesy of your basketball vice-captain heeseung, safe to say they were a lot different

You walk in, worn out sneakers sliding against the ground as you find yourself in search for jeno, with yeonhee following behind you, warmth flooding her cheeks at the sight of the figure stood by the door, the only one of jeno's friends you were actually familiar with, aside from jaemin

haechans eyes linger on the girl beside you, a quick smile offered your way before he links arms with your best friend and drags her away— yuqi and yeri already lost somewhere in the crowd after they'd headed over to grab drinks

the music is loud, and now despite only having gotten here a couple of minutes ago, the only company you find yourself in is that of jeno— the lee has a pep in his step, enough to tell you he's had at least a few drinks tonight, and his squeaky tone and tooth rotting grin is enough to tell you he's already had one too many drinks tonight

you decide on getting a drink, jeno already stood by the beer pong table with jaemin

weaving your way through the sweaty bodies had easily turned into a painful thud against the 6 foot tall figure you somehow didn't manage to see coming your way, cherry coke splashing up into your eye, and all over the floor, some dripping from the large hand gripping the cup

"shit sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going, let me grab you another drink" you practically yell, begging the blue haired male across from you would be able to hear your words, he only chuckles, a deep intoxicated laugh that you could've sworn rung in your ears a few times over

"don't worry about it beautiful" his raspy, care free tone is enough to tell you there's a decent amount of alcohol in him, but his composure suggests otherwise

"are you sure, I'm heading that way anyways" you offer again and he seems to think for a moment, gaze zeroing in in you, and something about the way he looks down into your eyes with those interested brown ones has you hoping he'll say yes

"why don't I just come with you" he smiles before he's already turned on his feet and headed back toward the kitchen

"let me make you a drink" your guilt begins to speak, you'd always felt the need to fix any mistakes you'd made "I owe you that much at least" and you're already reaching for a cup when his hand reaches out to stop you

he doesn't seem to budge, downing a shot before he turns your way again, arm against the countertop, supporting his weight so he was now level with you

"how about you team with me instead" his eyes flash over, only momentarily back to where jeno is stood, throwing a ping pong ball across the table, and you pause for a moment, noticing that the lee is simply too far gone to still be dedicated to his no beer pong agenda

"can't say no to that pretty face now can I?" you smirk and before you know it, the ball between your fingers is splashing in the red cups lined up across the table

"pretty good team we make huh?" he chuckles, a habit of his that you can't help but blush at

you and jisung, after winning the round smile at one another, going in for a quick hug at the victory, a moment you otherwise wouldve fawned over for hours but perhaps you're too far into red solo cups and plastic shot glasses to care

"How's another drink sound?"

"anything thats not the shitty vodka cranberry jeno handed me earlier" you sigh, following him toward the kitchen again, taking your places either side of the counter

"i haven't seen you around before, considering you know jeno, I'd have thought you'd be around the frat more" he asks, mixing together equal amount of peach and pomegranate juice with some sort of alcohol, you're not too bothered what it he when he hands you the concoction

"yeah, same goes, I'm sure I'd have remembered such a pretty face" you sigh, "as for jeno, he's protective I guess, doesn't want us to end up with one of his off limits friends" and you get it, the problems it would cause, so you don't dare to overstep the boundary he's drawn

jisung on the other hand, despite his friends voice ringing in his ears, reminding him that all his girls were off limits, the same warning he'd offered you, doesn't seem to bother, and he hates knowing that you haven't a clue what you're getting into

"I'm jisung by the way" his deep voice rings in your ear, hot whispers of his breath hitting your neck

"y/n"

jisung notices the way your left eye squints as you attempt to hold conversation

"do you want me to have a look at it?" he offers, he doesn't know exactly what he'd do if he did notice anything, or how he would notice anything in the constantly changing flashing lights but you smile and shake your head

"but you might have to kiss it better" your hands are quick to find his neck, as his attached loosely on your waist

"is that so?" His voice is a hot whispers against your neck, his cold hand reaching up to grab your chin as he flutters his eyes prettily in front of you

"it's the only way, actually" you find yourself leaning into his touch, now seated on the countertop next to the drinks

"oh well then it would only be right for me to help"

you smile at his words, leaning forwards as his lips land on yours, eventually reaching a steady rythym— you'd have sworn you barely took time to breathe, the taste of his cherry coke sat at the tip of your tongue

"jisung—shit, am I interrupting something?"

you turn to see an orange haired boy, asumably one of jisung's friends, a panicked expression on his face, as his gaze switches between you and jisung

you shake your head calmly, placing your hands up and slide back, waving your fingers toward the blue haired boy before finding your way out, shadow of his lips still lingering over you own

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NOTES: I didn't actually want the written chapter to be so close to the beginning but I also didn't want the 1st few chapters to just be filler chaps bc that stresses me out, also I don't really like written chapters in smaus (makes no sense that I included one I know 😭) but hopefully the next few chapters will be up more quickly !!

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[malereadermaniac]

Late Night Talkin' ~ Atsumu Miya x Male Reader

Referance to NSFW!

FwB -> Lovers????

One-sided feelings (Atsumu) -> reciprocated feelings

MDNI! FEM-DNI!

You met Atsumu when you became the manager of Inarazaki's team

You two clicked quite quickly, with flirty banter and the two of you being able to hold conversation pretty well together

Sure, you did find the blonde hot, but never anything more than that

"Oi blondie! Stop shouting at your teammates!" You shout from the sidelines as Atsumu kicks off when Suna fails to block a ball

"ITS NOT MY FAULT HE SUCKS ASS!" Atsumu shouts back as he points at the boy

It came as a shock to you when Atsumu made a move on you after having too much sake on a school trip

The two of you were on the floor of the bedroom when Atsumu leaned over to you, held your chin in his rough hand, and sloppily shoved his tongue down your throat

So once he sobered up, the two of you came to an agreement - friends with benefits.

A great solution for you, but Atsumu definitely still has some feelings for you

The best part is that because you're still friends, after Atsumu fucks you until your ass is bruised, you two lay in bed together and talk about anything and everything

"Do you ever think about the future, (y/n)?" Atsumu asks, looking over at you, his hands behind his head showing off his muscles

"Yeah all the time haha... I worry about it a lot, but I also Fantasise about it" you say with a chuckle, looking the blonde in the eyes

Atsumu blushes at the intimate eye contact

"Oh yeah? About what?" He asks with the friendliest yet most flirtatious tone he could

"If I want kids or not, marriage, jobs, houses, boring shit haha..." you chuckle

"What about you, Blondie?"

"Pretty much the same, I'm pretty dead set on a lot of things though"

"Oh yeah? Like what?" You ask with a smile

"I'm definitely going to be a pro-volleyball player, I'm not working some shitty office job..."

"Haha! Like that's gonna happen" you laugh, hitting Atsumu's shoulder with the back of your hand in laughter

"Oi! I'm so good at Volleyball! You should know Mr. Manager" Atsumu shouts in offense

"Yeah you are, to be fair you have a good shot at it..." you mumble, staring at the ceiling

"I'm not too sure on kids, marriage is a definite for me though... what about you?" Atsumu looks over, admiring you with gentle eyes

"Ummm... yeah I go back and forth with the idea of children, I don't need to get married - but if my future boyfriend really wants to, I would go along with it hehe"

Atsumu watches you as you ramble quietly, he loves your voice, your body, your personality, and he fucking loves the way your eyes drift from his eyes to his muscles to the point that you have to drag them back

"But yeah... I'm quite scared of the future..." you admit as you end your mini-rant

"Yeah I get you... But I know one thing's for certain..."

"Yeah? And what's that, 'tsumu?"

Fuck he loved it when you called him that

"I want you in my future for as long as possible, (y/n)..." he says as he turns his head to you, looking lovingly into your eyes

Silence fills the room for a split second

"Haha... Don't say things like that 'Tsumu!" You blush a dark colour as you swat Atsumu away with your hand

"Why not?" He jokes with a smile, but he's worried on the inside

".... 'cause I might actually fall for you" you mumble

"Please do, (y/n)!-" atsumu says with a passion in his eyes as he grabs your hands in his

"- I've said it before and I'll say it again. I love you, (y/n)"

"Shut up, Blondie!" You blush more and laugh

"No! Why don't you want to admit to yourself that you like me back!" Atsumu shouts, frustration now taking over

"I... I don't know...my last relationship didn't go very well so I guess I just don't wanna get my heartbroken again..." you mumble, tears pricking the sides of your eyes as Atsumu'a grip tightens on your hands

"I promise you, (y/n)... Even if it kills me, I won't ever break your heart" Atsumu's usual tone is fully gone, replaced by a serious and passionate tone

"Okay... I like you 'tsumu, I probably even love you. But gimmie a little while longer?" You plead with the blonde

"Of course... Now wanna go for a second round, Mr. Manager?"

"You horny fuck... Yes I do"

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[heliads]

It Gets Better

You are new to Mercedes. It's nice, then, to have Lewis Hamilton looking out for you. If you eventually want him with you more often than you should, well, that's nobody's business but your own.

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The lights are on. Crowds surge. Of all the people here wearing a Mercedes logo emblazoned on their chest, you think you’re the least likely candidate by far. The fans seem far more confident in their silver and black than you, but then again, they’re not the ones facing constant scrutiny by Sky Sports and the rest of the world alike.

It came as a surprise when Mercedes announced their second driver last year. You weren’t a newcomer to Formula One, having driven for a smaller team for the past year, but no one expected you of all people to have the sudden jump up to Mercedes. It’s certainly earned you a fair amount of criticism. The worst part is that you’re not entirely sure they’re wrong to question you.

After all, Mercedes has a legacy. Every detail of your new job down to your racing partner feels out of your league, but if Toto Wolff saw something in you, you trust the man enough to believe him. You’ve always had a dream of driving for a team even half as famous as Mercedes, so obviously this isn’t a punishment, but it does tend to rattle your nerves even more than usual.

The media sharks must smell blood in the water, because you’ve hardly taken a few steps into the paddock before reporters are brandishing microphones in your direction and screaming questions with every other breath. Cameras pick up your every movement, taking your startled response as proof that you’re not cut out for this.

You’re used to a strong media presence, of course; being a female driver in Formula One came with its share of aggressive commentators, but this is different. It was easier to brush you off when you weren’t in the limelight that much, but Mercedes is, well, Mercedes. It’s no surprise that they’d want to check your strengths before the weekend begins.

This is the first race of the season, your first shot to prove that you actually do deserve to carry the Mercedes banner with every lap. You do your best to answer the questions flung at you with a smile, but it’s starting to wear at the edges before you’ve even managed to make it to the Mercedes center on the paddock.

The reporters, sensing weakness, circle even closer. One steps in front of you, blocking off your forward motion in favor of getting an answer. “Most viewers seem doubtful of your ability to keep up with your teammate, Lewis Hamilton. Do you think you’ll be able to match him, or will you fall behind as expected?”

His blunt tone startles you, as does the lack of personal space due to the reporters jostling for a good shot of you. Before you can try and think of a suitable answer, however, someone pushes through the throngs of media to stand at your side.

Of all the saviors in the world, you have to say that you weren’t expecting the very same teammate that Sky Sports was grilling you about mere moments ago. Lewis looks just as cool as ever, his expression carefully controlled as he looks back at the reporters with faint amusement.

“As her teammate, I can say that everyone at Mercedes has the utmost faith in Y/N’s abilities. I would suggest that the rest of you get on board with that idea as well. I’d hate for you to fall behind in your reporting.”

You suppress a smile. The reporter was clearly expecting a different answer, and has to take a second or two to think of a followup question.

“What is it about Y/N that makes you think that? After all, this is her first race with the team. No one has seen her race in this car yet.”

Lewis lifts a shoulder. “No, but she’s been driving pretty well ever since she rose up to Formula One. We all believe in her, and that should be more than enough for you.”

Lewis starts to walk away and, not wanting to be left alone with the media, you follow him.

“Thanks,” you whisper once you’re out of earshot of the cameras.

Lewis dismisses this with a wave of hand. “Don’t worry about it. They’ve always been a pain, I wouldn’t let them take up too much of your mind.”

You nod slowly. “I’ll do my best.”

The two of you have reached the door of the Mercedes center by now, but you linger by the door.

“I meant what I said, by the way,” Lewis adds, “we do believe in you. You’re here for a reason. Might as well prove it, right?”

Someone calls his name inside, and Lewis disappears with a farewell wave. After a few moments, you do the same. The chill of the air conditioning billows around you, a relief compared to the morning heat outside. Lewis is already long gone, but you glance down the corridor after him anyway.

You didn’t think you’d be able to count on him this soon, but you can’t say that you mind it. You’ve met Lewis a few times over pre-season testing, but nothing too personal. Usually, the two of you show up to your strategy sessions, go over business, but never talk as actual friends. If today’s any sign of how things could go, you think you wouldn’t mind moving past that. If you didn’t know better, you’d say that Lewis thinks the same way.

As it turns out, Lewis was right to believe in you. The practice sessions and qualifying rounds aren’t much to speak of; they aren’t bad, to be sure, but nothing incredibly special. You’re ready to show the world what you’re made of, though, and when the lights go out, you take off with a phenomenal start that has even the gruffest commentators stunned.

You finish high up in the points, always a good thing, and when you climb out of your car when the race ends, Lewis is there to greet you with a grin.

“See?” He shouts to you over the roar of the crowd, “What did I say?”

Your response is a laugh. Lewis slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in for a quick hug before the two of you jog off to celebrate with your team. All in all, not the worst start to your season. No, not bad at all.

The next few races go the exact same way. You stay in the points, and then you’re on the podium again and again. Fifth and fourth place are left behind, replaced by third, even second. You get to know the cooldown room like the back of your hand, and those creeping feelings of self-doubt become more and more foreign to you.

That doesn’t mean your drive to improve has lessened. If anything, it’s become even stronger. You know how hard it is to win a race at this level of motorsport; most of the time, it takes drivers years to claim their first victory, if they ever make it to that point at all. What you’re doing right now is incredible, what with all your spots on the podium, but you want more. You want that race win, and you’re going to do whatever it takes to get it.

The only thing you can do is get better, and get better as fast as you can. You spend more and more time in the gym, working out until your entire body aches. You stay late after strategy sessions to make sure you understand everything, you grow to know your race engineers like your own family. Anything to make that difference, to make it to a place when you can finally take your first win.

It’s not getting to the point where the extra work is taking a toll on you, but you know people are watching you cautiously, waiting for you to break. You ignore them; let’s see how they talk when all this struggle makes a difference. You spend more and more time in the simulator, trying to shave off seconds.

Tonight is another one of those late sessions. You’ve been going over circuit after circuit, lap after lap, anything to make the high speeds feel more under your control. You complete yet another round and get ready for the next when someone taps your shoulder.

When you look up, you’re surprised to see your race partner standing by your side. He gestures to his watch, then glances around at the Mercedes staff lingering in the simulation room. Lewis is as polite as ever, but you get his message nonetheless. It’s time to clear out.

Now that he’s drawn your attention to it, you realize that the hour has grown far later than you expected. “Sorry, guys,” you call out, “I’m done for the night, I swear.”

You hear a few chuckles, and head out after saying your goodbyes to the rest of your team. You make sure to thank them profusely; one consequence of you trying to work more hours is that some have to stay late too, which isn’t what you wanted.

Out of the training room and in the empty hallways, you feel the weight of all those hours building up. You drag a tired hand over your face, flashing a grateful look Lewis’ way.

“Thanks for the reminder to check out,” you say, “I thought it was much earlier.”

Lewis’ expression is thoughtful. “Trying to work hard isn’t a problem, I just want to make sure you’re not working too hard. You’re a good driver, Y/N. Right now, one of the biggest threats to your career is burnout.”

You shake your head. “No, the biggest issue is if I can’t win a race. Mercedes is only going to want me around so long, I need to prove that I deserve to be here.”

Lewis frowns, then pulls you aside, forcing both of you to stop walking so you have to focus on him. “That’s not true in the slightest,” he counters, “you’ve already proven enough, trust me. No one expected half as many podiums as you’ve already managed to get. Everyone here thinks the world of you.”

He smiles somewhat self-consciously as he says it, and you get the feeling that Lewis isn’t just talking about general team members when he mentions Mercedes’ belief in you.

You sigh. “I know, but getting this race win is important. It’ll be the sign I need to finally relax.”

Lewis chuckles. “I don’t think you could ever truly relax, but yeah, I get it. Just lay off a little, alright? I don’t want you exhausting yourself. You already have the ability to win, Y/N. You just need the right chance to show everyone else that.”

You nod. “I’ll try.”

“I know you will,” Lewis says, and for some reason that’s enough to convince you to lay down the last of your stress. You walk out of that building feeling far more peaceful than you have in a while.

Your next chance comes sooner than expected. Race weekends always seem to fly by, and before you know it, you’re halfway through the season. You walk into the paddock for another race, and this time, you get the feeling that this is it, this is your time. Maybe Lewis was right. Maybe this is where you make that difference.

You get to see your teammate on camera before the race, as both of you are grouped together for pre-race press conferences. You keep up your appearance of control, taught to you by months of fielding questions, and you do your best not to let anything faze you.

Of course, that’s easier said than done, but you’d say that you’re doing a pretty good job of it this time. Perhaps that’s because you have someone you trust sitting by your side, a quiet reminder that you can get through anything.

Towards the end of the press conference, Lewis gets a question about you. This isn’t uncommon; most journalists like to ask the two of you about each other, hoping to pick up on some sort of tension that they can spin into a story about another year with Mercedes drivers despising each other. They’re usually let down by the fact that you and Lewis don’t hate each other, not in the slightest.

“Lewis,” the reporter calls out, “in the beginning of the year, you said that everyone at Mercedes approved of your new teammate. Do you think that’s still true, and do you believe the rumors that Y/N will be switching over to a new team for the upcoming season?”

Lewis doesn’t have to turn to you to answer. Both of you have laughed over the team switch rumors many times before. They’re all ridiculous. As if you would leave Mercedes after fighting so hard to get here. As if you would leave this team. As if you could find a single place where you could belong even half as much.

“I still stand by Y/N, if that’s what you’re asking,” Lewis says pleasantly, “and no, I don’t think the rumors are true.”

Lewis reaches for his water bottle, ready for another question, but the reporter isn’t willing to give up quite so early.

“Why?” The reporter presses, “do you know something to win her over in your eyes that we don’t?”

This time Lewis does look at you. He leans over, stretching his arm around your shoulders in as clear a display of camaraderie as you’ve ever seen.

“I know that she’s my partner,” Lewis replies simply, “and that is all I need to believe in her.”

You think you might drown in the depths of your mind were it not for Lewis’ grip on your shoulder, pulling you back to reality. He has always been your anchor, time and time again, even against the force of his own charm. You want to find the scared woman you’d been at the beginning of the season and tell her that everything is going to be alright. He’s convinced you of it at last.

That conference certainly sets off a round or two of whispering, but neither you nor Lewis let it affect you during the race. Qualifying finds you at P3, certainly not half bad at all. You have a brief moment to chat with your teammate in between the buzz of Mercedes backstage, and both of you congratulate each other on good quali results.

“This is your chance,” Lewis calls to you as he leaves. 

You raise a hand in both farewell and strong acknowledgement. You can feel it thrumming in your bones as you head to your car the day of the race, the howling of it in your blood as you settle into your seat. Lights are off, and you are going to win this race. This is it.

Formula One is a tricky sport. Guarantees are impossible; at any moment, a parts failure or crash could turn a winning streak into a DNF. Still, you somehow know from the moment you start off that this is going to be your first victory. Through the hairpin turns, you feel it. Passing Charles and gaining P2, you taste it. Succeeding in a difficult overtake against Max to claim P1, it is within your grasp.

You blink your eyes and you’re across that line, your race engineer screaming across your radio that you’ve done it. Y/N L/N, you are a Formula One race winner. The feeling is like nothing else. You’ve won races before in your history of motorsport, obviously, but this is something altogether different. This is what it feels like to finally come out on top. It is absolutely marvelous.

Your team is just as thrilled as you. Running over to them, you feel yourself lifted in the air by dozens of hands, your hearing shot to bits by the screams of hundreds of people. You’re yelling too, you think. You aren’t aware of it until now, when your breathing is finally back to normal.

You glance around for Lewis but can’t make him out in the swarming crowds. You ask a nearby engineer what happened to him during the race, and discover that Lewis managed to fight it out for a final P2 result. Toto is thrilled, a Mercedes 1-2 finish.

“He was following you the whole time,” the engineer shouts, “said something over the radio about you being his guide. He was right behind you with every overtake.”

You spin in a slow circle, and at last you see him. Lewis is leaning against the door to the garage, separated from the crowds so he can get a better view. His gaze meets yours across the tumult, and despite the thunderous shouting from the spectators and your own team, you swear you can only hear the pounding of your heart in your ears.

You murmur something about heading to the cooldown room, then leave without another word. You can feel people reaching out to you, trying to say something, but you don’t stop, not for a second. Soon enough, you’re away from the crowds, ducking down a hallway, trying to find him.

Footsteps sound behind you. You turn and Lewis is there, grin as bright as the sun. He’s laughing, shouting something about how he knew this was going to happen. The two of you meet in the middle of the hall, and that is where you make your first mistake of the day.

Looking back on it, you don’t know what either of you expected. Thanks to the 1-2 finish, both of you were high on adrenaline and joy like nothing else, feeling so unbeatable that you could do anything, and so you did. Lewis reached for you, pulling you close just like he always did, but instead of embracing him back, you kissed him.

It was not supposed to happen. It did. In the end, it was just as inevitable as your first race win. You and Lewis were spiraling towards that point from the moment you met. The only change you could have made was not if the kiss would happen, but when.

All of this runs through your head in about half a heartbeat. Just as quickly as you kiss him, you break away. The exhilaration leaves you in a rush, replaced by a cold, creeping dread that you might have ruined everything with the only person to truly care about you outside of a car.

You turn and leave before you have to look at Lewis’ face and register the disappointment that must be there. Your steps are quick, hastening when you hear him calling after you. You hurry into your driver’s room, your mind a mess.

Lewis follows you in. You still can’t bear to look at him, and direct your words towards the stretch of wall in front of you.

“I’m sorry,” you say, fighting to keep your voice steady, “I shouldn’t have done it. Can we just pretend that nothing happened? Please?”

“I don’t want that,” Lewis responds.

You pivot slowly. His face is calm, his hand on the door, sliding it shut with a click.

“I don’t want that,” he repeats, “because I don’t want to go back to what we were doing before. I want you, Y/N. Only you.”

There’s a look in his eyes, one you’ve seen before. It’s the same sort of expression he wears when he wins a race, a championship, every challenge set before him. It occurs to you now that Lewis Hamilton is the sort of man who fights for what he wants and gets it. If what he wants is you, then no amount of pretending will keep the two of you as mere friends. He knows you feel the same way.

This time, the kiss is slower. Neither of you have any reason to run. You had thought that nothing could beat that feeling of winning in Formula One for the first time, but this, this might even top that victory.

Even after it ends, the two of you stay there, hands pressed against chests and backs, breathing in and out in unison. You wonder how long you would have lingered there still were it not for one of the engineers knocking on your door, startling you half out of your skin and announcing that it’s time for you to head to the podium.

You laugh at the irritated look on Lewis’ face, then shout back to your engineer that you’ll be there in a moment.

“Later,” you whisper back to Lewis, and even though he still looks annoyed at the interruption, he manages to stow it long enough to lead you back to the door. Celebrations await. The good part has only just begun.

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[not-wholly-unheroic]

A Comparative Analysis of Hook’s Ship and Cabin in Popular Media Portrayals

Part 3: Steven Spielberg’s Hook

Not gonna lie—visually, Hook is one of my favorite versions of the character because both the captain himself and his living space are just so incredibly over-the-top with lots of attention to detail. The costuming and set designers really went all-out on this one.

Dustin Hoffman’s Hook has a ship like no other! His Jolly Roger leaves absolutely no doubt from the second you lay eyes on it that it is a pirate ship and throws all sense of practicality out the window in favor of lavish decadence fit for a king. From the outside, the cabin itself is reminiscent of a large skull wearing a bicorn hat with two large windows serving as the eyes. Perhaps most interestingly, the very center of the hat bears what appears to be a slightly altered version of the Eton crest with a skull and crossbones over it. This “knock-off” Eton crest (which was probably altered in the film for legal reasons) or one similar to it, shows up in multiple places inside the cabin as well.

If you look closely and zoom in on the two images above, you’ll notice one (not colored) crest over the piano, one on the desk, and one over the fireplace (which, by the way, does not seem practical on a wooden ship). Some other neat details I noticed in these shots include what looks like gramophones on the desk, images of fencing stances on the wall, and that the bottom of the bed which lowers down from the ceiling appears to be painted. I don’t know for certain but believe that the painting is meant to be this image used for promotional material but not ever actually visible in the film. (Thanks to the HookPosting community on Facebook for the image.)

Interestingly, it still features the hook on the right hand. Perhaps that’s why it was never shown in the film. If this godlike portrayal is how Hoffman’s Hook sees himself, it borders on pathological narcissism.

Back to the cabin itself… When the camera pans over to the other side of the room, we see another mock Eton crest in the background. In another, closer shot, we can clearly see the words “Good Form” over this one. This guy is Eton OBSESSED! (Which, to be fair, is pretty canon.)

We get a few more interesting views of the cabin in the scenes where Hook is attempting to teach Jack and Maggie. There is another self-portrait—though this one is a bit humbler and more realistic. Again, narcissist much? But what’s especially intriguing to me is the fact that if you zoom in close, you will notice that below the painting, there are black and white photographs. Now, so far, everything else about this Hook screams 17th century with the one odd exception of the gramophone(s) on his desk. But one might explain that away as something he picked up while visiting the outer world. But to have photographs would seem to imply that he (or someone he cares about) is from a much later time period. The one seems to be a photo of a young man (Perhaps Hook himself?) while the other is, I think, a couple (His parents? A younger Hook and his former love?). There is another black and white photo, too, that you can see in a shot behind Jack and Maggie that looks like it might be of a sports team… Might this be a team photo from his time at Eton? Unfortunately, without better quality close-ups on these images and input from the set director, there is no way to know for certain, but it certainly is intriguing…and it might explain Hook connecting with Jack over his love of sports.

Hoffman’s Hook is an enigma. His ship is unlike anything that sailed during the Golden Age of Piracy—far too gaudy and over-the-top, both inside and out, to be practical. And yet, there are details that no child would think to make up like the ever-present Eton crest and the black and white photographs. The clashing of time periods apparent in his wardrobe and personal effects lines up well with Barrie’s own conflicting information regarding Hook’s murky past, but it leaves us as the audience a little unsure what to make of this man. Perhaps, Hook and his ship are still the product of Peter’s imagination…but since Pan has grown up in this retelling, the details of Hook’s cabin have shifted to reveal the same larger than life character as imagined by an adult.

#captain hook #hoffman hook #captain hook dustin hoffman #Dustin Hoffman #steven spielberg #hook 1991 #the jolly roger

[legodamianwayne]

BATMAN AND ROBIN 2023 #1 (Take 6 (yes))

(im not writing this as i go since ive already read the issue before. ill also be mentioning gotham war since this takes place during it (just a warning for spoilers!))

i just noticed the bat and robin on the cover! so cute

OH........(just noticed this too) that doesn't look good

look at them goofing off n having fun

this is cute but the way bruce acts here and in gotham war is so jarring its kinda funny

bruce in batman #137: can't stand my fake ass family

bruce in b&r: me and my son damian 🤗

bruce is in his "local dilf in the area" era rn

damian having talia's mannerism that bruce noticed is so <3

and here its confirmed that this takes place during gotham war. not sure how to feel about that

STILL INSANE OVER THIS baby first self insert fanfic

damian went from drawing hyper realistic gore vent art to anime eyes in the corner

i think it'd be fun if we see damian write more as the story goes on. like him daydreaming n doodling in class

wonder if theres any meaning with damian putting talia as a hero n bruce as a criminal here...or maybe its just a "totally original character do not steal" thing

you dont say bruce 🙄

"the last few years"?? pretty sure the events shown there all happened not even in 2 years since damian turned 14 around the start of the lazarus tournament

also why are alfred n talia not shown there? alfred's death has huge impact on damian (he literally hallucinated him) n talia was there as much as ra's

i dont like how damian looks here but that white connor should be a crime

"thats enough emotions for tonight father" [slams door]

i wonder why damian is staying with bruce tho (outside of making this book exist) didn't bruce n talia had a custody battle moment™ n damian's like "nah i have my own life (is literally 14)"

HELL YEAH MY BOY CAN COOK

he's quoting alfred ohhh im gonna sob

this is kinda embarrassing for bruce...like ur son is finally living with you again n he's the one up early cooking?? sir u better step up

aw he's making tea the way alfred did

*squints* did bruce get his hand back? thats a pretty normal looking hand to me

did damian's comment on it in batman #137 made bruce think "shit i cant give damian any ideas of getting a robot hand" n he just. magically grow it back

[GLASS SHATTERING SOUND]

gotham...heights? n. not gotham academy? no maps? no damian joining her dnd team?? no detective club finally hanging out with damian??

ik damian got expelled from gotham academy BUT. WHY

okay? whats the point if he's not going to the same school that his friend went to?

interesting how damian fantasize for a normal life in robin 2021 (with him liking the mundanity of shoujo manga) n now that bruce is offering him that he's rejecting it (or maybe he just rly don't like school which is. fair enough)

wellll just cuz we're not getting maps n the detective club doesn't mean damian's other friends arent showing up right? RIGHT? (maya plz come home)

THE ROBIN MOBILEEE it looks so ridiculous i love it

HOLD ON. DOES THIS CAR HAVE NO SEAT BELTS?? BRUCE UR LETTING THIS SLIDE?

ik that thing is rly loud too damian waking up the whole neighborhood here

not rumors abt the batfam fighting getting spread around?? this is so embarrassing omg

am i the only one getting gotham academy flashbacks here? with killer croc n the trio with the fox shark n bird masks

they're very comfortable with calling eachother father n son while in suits huh. ig everyone in gotham knows that batman is a dilf (who's beefing with his adult children) now

not much to say abt the rest: bruce got shot with something n now bats are attacking him

end thoughts: i hope with all the focus on animals here means that we're getting damian's pets back soon n that gotham war wont affect this book much since i rly want to see damian interact with his siblings again. also is it just me or does the day scenes looks very bright? saturated? it kinda hurts for me to read idk. the night scenes r pretty tho

next issue is damian's first day on his new school that is not gotham academy but im still excited for it! (coping)

bonus bestie corner

#damian wayne #bruce wayne #batman and robin 2023 #FINALLY tumblr keeps posting it while im editing it but its done yippee #this is inspired by makeste bnh/a liveblogs! i remember how much fun it was reading them that i wanna try it with b&r #tho i dont think i could ever write as much for a single issue... #still figuring out how i want to do this

[autisticlancemcclain]

"DUCK!"

Keith obeys without question, hitting the floor hard and fast as a blue laser whips right through where his head used to be.

He's learnt to listen to Lance's commands during battle or training — Lance may not be the leader, but he has a certain authority as their main backup. He sees things they can't, both because he's constantly watching their six, and because he just has excellent eyes. When Lance yells an order, you listen. He's never called a wrong one out, yet, and has saved each one of their lives more times than they can count. Keith trusts him, implicitly and endlessly.

He turns back around, intending to shoot a quick thanks at the man in question, but shouts in alarm when he fully processes the scene behind him. Lance is standing, still and focused as always, eyes narrowed and calculating, but his right arm is fucking bent in three places. Just completely mangled, bone obviously broken to pieces. The pain he's in must be indescribable.

His shout draws the rest of the team's attention, who all respond with similar cries.

"Jesus shit, Lance, what happened?" Pidge says.

"For fuck's sake — turn back around!" Lance yells. "There are three bots advancing on you as we speak! Worry about me later!"

Lance has yet to stop shooting, broken arm be damned. and yet to miss a target, either.

Which is. A little hot. Keith will admit. 

"Are you fucking — end simulation!" Shiro calls. The bots freeze immediately, melting to the ground.

Lance turns to Shiro in indignation.

"Hey! We were almost passed level 67! What gives?"

"What gives? Lance, your arm is fucking shattered!" Shiro exclaims.

"Only in three places!"

"That is not the argument you think it is."

"Lance," Hunk tries, looking a little pained himself. "I know you're borderline used to this, dude, but you're freaking me out. If I have to look at your arm even one more time I'm gonna blow chunks." 

That, of course, is what finally calms Lance's metaphorical horses.

"Alright, fair," he concedes. "I'm gonna go toss on that cream stuff and a splint, I'll be back in twenty. No one start without me."

"No one start without — Lance, you're going into a fucking pod!"

"Um, first of all you're not my mom, second of all kiss my ass," Lance says, which Keith thinks is a little funny but mostly just rude.

"I may not be your mom, you fucking menace child, but your arm is broken. Like, the bone. Pod time."

"I'm not going in that death trap," Lance insists, eyes hard. "Besides, Coran already showed me this cream stuff Alteans have for broken bones; I used it last week and it worked fine. You can't make me."

Shiro opens his mouth to argue further, but Keith looks at the tightness in Lance's shoulders and is suddenly, vividly, reminded of the haunted castle incident. He sees in his mind's eye the terror on Lance's face as he pounded on the glass of the airlock, and hears Lance's quiet whisper as he remembers Lance, lit by the pale blue light of the castle after bedtime, admitting that he got locked in the pods, too. That he can't quite look at the machines without making his palms sweat, his heart race. He thinks of Lance begging him not to tell anyone else.

"I think that's a pretty decent compromise," Keith says loudly before his brother can lose his mind any further. "I mean, if the cream works, it works. Why waste time in the pods, you know? Besides, he seemed to have no problem shooting with his right hand. Nice shots, by the way."

Keith watches as Lance quietly sighs, relief rushing through his body, before straightening again abruptly.

"Thanks," he says, nodding at Keith. Keith grins and nods back.

"I guess that's okay," Shiro says reluctantly. "You know your body best, Lance. Just — you can say something, you know? You can call it if you get injured. You don't have to wait for one of us to notice, holy shit."

"Good luck with that," Pidge and Hunk say at the same time. They look at each other, snorting.

"Lance breaks a bone at least once a year because he's a reckless dumbass who has no regard for his own safety," Hunk explains at Shiro's questioning look. "His most recent break was when he climbed a fucking telephone pole to help a tangled pigeon. The fucker fell like three stories. He shouldn't even be alive."

"Was that the most recent?" Pidge asks. "I thought his most recent was when he broke his finger when he high-fived that football player too hard."

"No, no, that was the year before."

"Are your bones really that fragile?" Keith whispers to Lance as the rest of them puzzle out Lance's Timeline of Despair and Injury.

"Yeah, for some reason. I even drink a bunch of milk and everything. Ma thinks it's the iron deficiency."

Keith snorts. "Is it maybe because you get into so many bone-breaking situations that your bones have simply given up?"

"...I would like to argue with that, but I've broken bones enough times that I had to teach myself to be ambidextrous so I could keep doing school, so. You might be right."

#dumbass reckless lance my beloved #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #pining keith #pre klance #shiro #takashi shirogane #protective shiro #dad shiro #space dad shiro #pidge #pidge holt #hunk #hunk garrett #hunk & lance & pidge #garrison trio #langst #barely #injury tw #bamf lance #sharpshooter lance #my writing #fic fragment

[leqclerc]

yes to everything you said. i don’t have a problem with lewis, but like? dude has seven titles ffs. his fans are already mocking charles, and their journey hasn’t even started yet. i’m not babying charles, he can make his own decisions, but i don’t really think he had anywhere else to go, even if they did not give him a nice contract. ferrari would never pass up the opportunity to give lewis his eighth title and make history once again. this is good for the team, sure. but is it fair to charles? i don’t think it is. a lot of things aren’t fair in this sport, but we still have every right to be upset about it even if it won’t change. it’s hard no to see this multi year contract as a waste of charles’ golden years. if i was in his shoes, idk if i would be able to trust anyone about it. it can go really well, but it can also go to shit. lewis will leave with his titles, and charles? he might leave with nothing. and don’t get me wrong, i’m not saying he can’t do it, but how are you supposed to win without team effort put on you? he can only do so much on his own. my distaste comes from the knowledge that we almost had it, he almost had it to finally fight for what he wants and deserves only for it to be minimized less than a week later. it just doesn’t sit right with me. he has always been loyal to ferrari, but i find it hard to believe they will ever be loyal to him. it’s sad, really.

Apparently he knew about Ferrari's plans to get Lewis in before he put pen to paper, but tbh I would love to know more about how this all actually came about from the parties involved because it stills seems wild and pretty sudden? But maybe it was brewing behind the scenes longer than we know.

Agree 100%

I remember in one of his interviews in 2020, looking back at his time at Ferrari, Seb said something about how most of the people he worked with (mechanics, engineers, etc.) at the start of his career with Ferrari were gone by the time he himself was leaving years later, and how muddy the internal politics were, how difficult it was to have a clear goal and pursue it with a single-minded focus when everyone had their own agendas and ideas behind the scenes, everyone wanted to pull the strings and steer the ship in a different direction. And looking at Charles's time at Ferrari, he's has even less stability (two different TPs, now a third teammate confirmed, lots of mechanics/engineers swapping around.) It seems like during his time Ferrari's been building, rebuilding, constantly in a state of flux and transition with no real prolonged period of stability. Compare that to Mercedes's modus operandi in the consecutive titles era or Red Bull's very much Max-centric project.

And like you said, every time it seems like they're moving towards that, something changes. When Ferrari brought in Carlos no one expected Binotto to flip the script and start backing him and visibly shifting the focus away from Charles. It arguably cost them a championship, or at least a proper shot at it. Now, okay, they want to change things up. For months we've been getting assurances that with Fred at the helm things will be different now, Charles is going to be at the center of the project, his feedback will be taken into account, we're in our serious team era. And now this? It feels so... idk, experimental?

As you said, no matter how this turns out, Lewis will walk away with his titles, stats and GOAT status. Ferrari is an iconic, historic brand—they're not going anywhere either. If anything this is a win for them, having the bragging rights of signing one of the biggest names in modern Formula 1. So the one with the most to lose here is Charles. It's just depressing to think of him ending up as a footnote in Ferrari's extensive driver catalogue, especially if this all ends with no championships for him.

This will undoubtedly be the biggest challenge and biggest intra-team opponent he's faced, and sure, maybe he's looking forward to it, pushing himself to go up against the best of the best. But how many times does he have to do this dance? 😭 How many times does a driver have to prove himself in a team where he's the senior driver? Also all of this is working off the very generous assumption that Ferrari will produce a monster of a car and run a tight ship to back it up. Having these internal battles is a luxury you can only really afford if you're comfortably ahead of everyone else, otherwise you're just gifting points to your rivals. Ferrari might get 2026 right—but what about Red Bull? I doubt they'll just disappear into the midfield. And if not Red Bull, then someone else might get it right. There's just so many variables. Like I can't believe Ferrari introduced another element (a pretty significant one) into the mix when it already felt they were juggling too many things at once.

#replies #anonymous #discussions and predictions #and just working off of like. lived experience and actual precedents #idk maybe im just disillusioned but in the past few years there's been more ferrari got wrong than right #long post

[backjustforberena]

i love your posts about rhaenys clothes/hairstyles/ etc and how they detail the place she is mentally! just based on the trailer for s2, what are you expecting from her based on how she looks?

Hi, nonnie! Thank you for sending this in and I hope that you're well. So, from the trailer, we only get one look. I think it's the same look and the same hairstyle in both shots we get of her (one at the Painted Table, one close-up with Rhaenyra). And we can't really see much of the detail yet, nor do we have a promotional still, so we're still working with pretty limited information and I am fully prepared to be proven wrong as we get more content.

Also, we don't yet know how much her hair and costume is meant to represent a new part of her character journey - it's a new costume designer, a new team. Jany (who did Series 1) spoke a lot about it, which made me confident enough to draw a fairly detailed theory on her Series 1 outfits and hair.

But my overall feeling is... Targaryen. She looks fully and fabulously Targaryen. There's not a hint of Velaryon on her. In this war, she is a Targaryen and there will not be any mistaking that.

Her braids are far more Targaryen, in that they hold a lot more similarities with Daenerys and Rhaenyra (and Helaena and Aemma) than Rhaenys's hair ever did in Series 1. Her hair was far more unique to her last series - whether you liked it or not - and incorporated lots of different styles of braids and gold accessories that mirrored her husband a little. Here we have a softer look, though still with regality and still with height to it, still with it pulled back from her face and totally loose down the back.

Moving onto her clothes, I am ridiculously pleased that she is still in black. She's in full black, so we're continuing on with the colour journey she went on in Series 1 and, I think, we'll remain with black. I don't think we'll see her in blue again.

Her clothes are verging on the masculine (she's a pretty good opposite to Daemon across the Painted Table, more than ever), and they've also got the Valyrian style that seems to be across a number of costumes in the teaser.

Rhaenys has worn the Valyrian style before. It's a similar neckline and layering to her outfit in 1X05, where we assume she came from riding Meleys and had her fingerless gloves on (a preference she seems to have passed to Baela). But this look was interpreted through her Velaryon fabrics and wealth, so it's less overt than what Rhaenyra and Daemon wore at their wedding and what the Dragonkeepers wear - she was Targaryen when with her dragon but not unleashed as she is now, and whatever flights she will take are not for pleasure, but for war.

In short: we've gone from blue silk Velaryon dresses, to jet black, Targaryen tunics. It's plausible she still matches with her husband, as he wears black in his promotional shot, but it may also be that they diverge, as in his shot in the teaser, he's wearing blue - though he was also on Driftmark, so fair enough. There's no reason for them to match now. She's not hiding. To deny her parentage is now no longer a survival mechanism (to draw attention away from her claim i.e her intrinsic threat to Viserys or else her weakness from losing the Throne). But to embrace it is to wield power now.

The outfit that Rhaenys is wearing is built not only for political presentation at the Painted Table (how does she still look like such a Queen??), but also for dragon riding. Both of these are key facets of Rhaenys's character that will be built on this series, in my opinion. This is how she will identify herself - as a political advisor, and as a dragon-riding warrior.

I hope it means we'll have scenes of her interacting with Meleys and really showing that bond. Though, it's worth noting that the outfit as it is, unlike her black velvet from Episodes 8-10, will not support having armour put over it.

I do hope that she retains her femininity. I'll be interested to see if it's a totally masculine silhouette, when we get the full length, and is just a short tunic and trousers, or if it'll look more like a dress or a skirt on her. We always just leant into the feminine with her most masculine looks (her gold riding outfit and black velvet look), with the shaping and the softness and the fabric and ornamentation. This outfit does have different fabrics and details, but it's far more plain than we're used to with her and the shoulders are far sharper.

#house of the dragon #rhaenys targaryen #bad meta #<- tag is ironic

[kithtaehyung]

i know u did a drabble about this with tae, but how about dom’s pov of when it clicked that yoongi was the one oc was seeing? :0 (yeah this is because im high key in love with her)

drabble: what the…? series: 3tan | chapter: dalo rating/genre: pg ; 3tan au pov: dom wc: 661

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Taehyung? What is he doing here?

“Tae, is it Jimin?” 

Dom turns just in time to see you slap a hand over Yuri’s face, shaking her head at the loudmouth. Yuri gets her credit where it’s due, though. That girl will do anything to get to the bottom of something.

But what is Taehyung doing here? Honestly, this is more shocking than you hiding someone. 

Unless you invited him. Which is fair: you being here alone would definitely be strange since your brother is out of town.

Tae tilts his head when he arrives in front of everyone’s shoes. “What’d you say?”

Reia responds instead, “Is Jimin the one she’s seeing?”

Dom folds her lips to keep from laughing. Because the look on that man’s face is enough of an answer. 

It’s enough to almost break her, so she looks away instead. At you. 

Very, very intently watching something on the court. 

What are you...

Yoongi just passed to Jimin, and he made a shot. Maybe you are seeing Jimin? And Tae’s trying too hard to make it not seem that way?

Dom knows it isn’t Yoongi you’re seeing.

Because if it is, y’all are gonna talk.

But your voice saves Taehyung from blurting out whatever sass is coming, “How about we not talk about this?”

“But I wanna know,” Yuri says in her go-to pleading voice, which can escalate quick if she isn’t stopped, “We saw him pretty cozy with you just now.”

Alright, time to step in.

“Y’all, she said drop it. She’ll tell us when she’s ready.” 

“Dominique! You’re no fun.”

“So? I wouldn’t wanna be grilled like this.” 

It’s true. They’re going a little too hard for people saying they were happy for you seeing someone. 

When she sees you wordlessly thank her, the acknowledgement is just as silent. And the conversation quickly switches to another topic: Yuri’s man-that’s-not-really-her-man, as she calls it. 

Dom calls it bullshit, but that’s their business. They really should just date if both of them can’t seem to stop.

You’re watching the game really carefully again. What the hell?

When Dom follows your vision this time, what she sees on the other end makes her chest cave. 

Yoongi’s staring back at you.

Goddamn it, girl. 

Not him.

Quietly shaking her head, Dom thinks about what the hell to do. On one hand, you seem pretty damn fine. Happy, even. 

But on the other hand, whatever the fuck he did to Amari is something she still hasn’t forgotten. Or forgiven. 

She has to let you know. At least warn you if this is something serious. No way in hell is he gonna do the same thing to you.

“What are you doing here, Tae?”

Dom’s thoughts blink away as she also concentrates on Taehyung’s answer. 

He only shrugs. “I didn’t have any plans.”

Huh? Isn’t he the one that always has plans?

Then Reia asks you what you’re doing here, and Dom has to check her nails to keep her mouth shut. Fuck, you’re even looking at him while you’re lying! Girl! 

Dom quickly scans the court—ignoring the blatant staring from Yoongi while he wipes sweat during Yuri’s man’s freethrows—for a distraction. Damn, he really is fine as hell, but it doesn’t take away from his choices. 

Deciding how to save your ass again, she suddenly intervenes, “Yuri.” 

“Huh?”

“Look at your man at the line. Is he a fucking teapot?”

Everyone bursts into laughter—distracting the rest of the mostly quiet bleachers during the second freethrow—while Yuri’s jaw drops.

“Hey, now wait a second—”

“He reminds me more of a noodle.”

“I was thinking noodle, too!” 

“Y’all!” 

“Yuri, pick: are you team teapot or team noodle?”

“I’m leaving!” 

It seems to work like a charm yet again. Truly, you should be paying her at this point, but it’s all good. 

For the rest of the game, Dom keeps glancing your way.

And with every look, the absolute adoration in your eyes is both heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time.

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A/N: DOMMMM I LOVE YOU. Let me know what y’all think!

#DCHSDHDSHD #NARY #3tanasktell2 #3tandrabbles #3tandrabble #3tanextras #*ryenfictalk #yoongi angst #bts fic #yoongi fic #bts reactions #bts imagines #q!

[alicentsgf]

hey! i started following you only recently so i don’t know if anyone has already asked you, if that’s the case i apologise in advance, but i like the way you express your opinions and the way you put things when you talk about things you like/don’t like, so i wanted to ask you if you liked emily carey’s and olivia cooke interpretation of alicent in hotd ,,

hope you have a nice day/night ✨

Hi babe! Thank you so much - I'm gonna try and sum up my feelings on this because I do have some thoughts. I think by and large we've got it really good with the HotD cast in general theres only very few comments they've made where I personally disgree, and none of those are from Emily or Olivia.

Beyond all the repressed lesbian jokes I do think making the subtext of Alicent's character repression and queerness and shame was... Inspired actually. And that apparently came primarily from the actresses. Emily and Olivia saw the potential on the page and really elevated it. Alicent in the book was sometimes implied to be a bit of a (heterosexual) sex pest, as women are oft remembered to be when history wants to blame them for every terrible thing that happened to them... (should I reference Anne Boleyn again?) So the writers critiquing that element by flipping it on its head for the show, and the actresses taking that and going 'actually she was incredibly sexually repressed and its at least in part because this world would never have even let her recognise what she desired' was a great direction to go with it. Because this is a world that does not encourage women to have any sexual agency, or even an awareness of their own sexuality (in Alicent's case). Just look at Rhaenyra - look at the consequences she faces for the semblance of sexual agency she enjoys. So yeah, call me biased lmao but making Alicent the poster girl for catholic shame and queer sexual repression and then putting her next to Rhaenyra, who isnt ashamed or sexually repressed at all, really drives home how neither of them could win; gilded cage, gilded handcuffs, a gilded knife at your throat... choose your pretty affliction if you like, it all ends the same anyway. And they were always going to make Alicent her father's puppet, someone who cant comprehend her own desires, so the actresses building on that and making her a closeted lesbian, who cannot even fathom what desire means because she is so repressed that she doesn't even know how to want anymore. In a lot of ways her longing for intimacy with Rhaenyra isnt even sexual, because she'd have to cut through the calcified surface of her sexual appetite for what she feels to become lustful. And Olivia herself basically said this I think.

I do think I prefer Olivia's portrayal, even though Emily's young Alicent is still incredibly important to me. I just think Emily's youth worked against her even as it was so necessary to role because Olivia's just a more seasoned actress and she seems relaxed enough to make choices that really added to her performance where Emily has a slight stiffness sometimes. Also its not really a fair comparison because I truly believe Olivia is out-acting every single person on that set, not just Emily. Don't get me wrong they're all incredible actors but the only other person coming at all close for me is Paddy, or maybe TGC (but I haven't seen enough of him yet to say that definitively).

I just keep coming back to the knife scene and how well acted that was by Olivia. The pain and righteous anger was all too palpable and you could really plot Alicent's emotional journey playing out so beautifully in Olivia. She and Paddy really were the dream team the way they played off each other - that shot where Viserys gets in Alicent's face, the uncertainty and guilt in Viserys eyes even as he all but growls at Alicent because even he doesn't really believe what hes saying but hes not going to back down, and Alicent with her tear-streaked face - the realisation he will never ever choose her or her children first even when they are bleeding and pleading for him so obvious in her eyes. I really feel the framing did Olivia so dirty because they made it so difficult for people to truly understand Alicent's perspective but absolutely none of that was Olivia's fault, she played Alicent to a T.

#ask #anon #hotd #hotd cast #alicent hightower #olivia cooke

[boqvistsbabe]

Different Skates: Cale AU - Pt. 2

A/N: Okay, so a couple of things: 1.) I know this wasn’t super anticipated but still I apologize that this took so long to write (I started it the day after I posted the first part, that was in Oct), 2.) it’s Thanksgiving themed and I’m very aware that it is way past that but I didn’t want to have to go back and change a bunch of stuff, 3.) there’s supposed to be a couple more parts and with how I have it planned out other already passed holidays will be in them, 4.) this is very unedited and I’m sorry if it’s choppy like i said it’s been written over multiple months which is very not me (normally i write everything in one sitting), 5.) I hope y’all like it!

Once again thanks to that irl friend for the peer pressure and for the much asked for peer pressure from @typical-simplelove and to @savoies for being my soundboard

Warnings: swear words, she/her pronouns for the reader, if I missed anything let me know!

Word count: 4,402 💀

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“Okay great practice today guys. Go home and rest up, don’t forget tomorrow night at my house, team dinner. Be there by seven and please dress decent for pictures.” Charlie was just finishing up as you walked out of the break room you used to edit in.

Tomorrow night was Thanksgiving dinner with the whole team. So tonight you get to help cook everything that can be cooked ahead of time. Charlie was helping too, but only with the stuff that doesn’t require the stove or oven. He complains every time we don’t let him use them, but in our defence he almost burned the house down. He’s not allowed to have candles either. He’s mostly gonna help our dad put up tables and chairs; after they move the furniture and clean the living room.

The boys are so loud in the locker room that you can hear them all the way out here in the lobby. You're doing some last minute touch ups to some game shots before posting them to the team Instagram while you wait for Charlie. You hear footsteps approaching and look up. It’s Cale. He looks over just as you look up.

“Hey Y/n, how are you?” He asks with a smile.

“I’m okay, you?” You’ve decided to be civil with him since he’s been nice to you so far.

“I’m pretty good, excited for a couple days off to rest.”

“Yeah that’s fair.” You don’t really know what to say after that so you just kind of sit there.

“Hey Caler, you still coming over tonight to help move stuff?” Charlie looks at Cale as he walks up beside him. Also what? You knew nothing about this.

“Yeah of course. Just gotta go home to drop my stuff off then I’ll head your way.” His eyes flick from you to your brother and then back again.

“Awesome, thanks dude. I’m not sure Pops can help move the furniture anymore, even if he thinks he can.” Charlie’s not wrong. Your dad has had some issues with arthritis for a long time but it’s gotten a lot worse in the last year. You just had figured you’d help this time around.

“Yeah not a problem. I’m gonna head out now, but I’ll see y’all in a bit.” He gives you a little

wave before heading to the parking lot.

“You warming up to him yet?” Charlie asks as you head to his car,” “he’s a really nice guy.”

“I know, he’s alright. I thought I was helping you tonight?”

“That was the plan, but I was talking to him about tomorrow and mentioned Pops not being able to move stuff anymore and he offered to help.” Charlie shrugs as he turns the key.

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You were elbow deep in the turkey (literally) when the doorbell rang. Your mom yelled for Charlie to get the door. His footsteps thundered down the stairs as he ran to let Cale in.

This turkey was the most annoying thing to deal with, and you still had a second one to go. Your mom loves to go all out for the team dinners, especially since she knows not all of the guys have family that does. This year she decided to let you deal with the turkeys instead of the sides. Which fair but you were more of a dessert kind of gal. You didn’t mind doing the turkey, you know it’s your mom’s way of passing the torch; but you’d rather be making pies and cookies right now. Your mom just insists on plucking and dressing and all of that ourselves instead of just getting a frozen one, why you have no idea but it’s a pain in your ass right now.

“Hey Ma, Cale and I are gonna move furniture so we can set up the tables!” Charlie yelled before disappearing into the living room.

“Alright just be careful!” She yelled back before turning to the doorway, “ Hi Cale, how are you sweetie?”

“Great Mrs. Y/LN, you?” When you looked up he was standing just outside the kitchen door, he caught your eye and smiled. Giving him a small smile you looked back to the turkey you were violating. Gosh this is going to take forever. You blow a piece of hair out of your face before it gets totally in your view.

“I know told you to call me Melissa, and I’m fine dear. You better run off and help Charlie before he decides he can move that heavy furniture by himself.”

“I’m on it, don't worry.” Is the last thing he says before he disappears into the living room.

“He’s such a sweet boy. Your father wasn’t happy about us deciding he wasn’t helping but we compromised with him being able to “supervise” whatever that hell that means.” She shook her head before walking to the over to pull out two of the pies.

There is so much food that we still have to cook, you were just glad that your mom has it figured out perfectly. You’re still gonna be up a couple more hours but there’s enough to do you won’t even realize.

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The boys are watching a game in the living room. The only reason you can tell is cause of the yelling. They finished setting up all the tables and chairs an hour ago. Both turkeys are ready to be cooked and the only thing left to do tonight is clean up and set stuff out for tomorrow morning. Thank goodness, you felt like you could take a nap right there on the kitchen island. You’ve had a long day between editing, two practices (both dance and skating) the gym, and some schoolwork plus cooking; you were ready to curl up in bed and sleep the night away.

“Okay we’ll take a quick break then clean up. Everything we need for tomorrow should be set out so that we don’t have to worry about it. All the desserts are in the fridge or are covered and on the counter. The only thing for tomorrow is the sides and setting out places. Good work kiddo. The turkeys look great.”

“Thanks Ma, pies look good too. Can’t wait to dig in tomorrow.” Dessert was by far your favourite part of the holidays. Best food group in your opinion.

You both plopped down on the stools at the island. Grabbing the remote from the counter, you turn the tv on to some Christmas movie. It was one of your mom's favourites so you turned the volume up so she could hear it better. Not even five minutes in you heard the boys head towards the kitchen. Charlie no doubt on his way to steal a cookie or six.

“Really?! Christmas movies already? It’s not even Thanksgiving?!”

“Hush Charles, you know Christmas starts on the first in this family.” This argument has been going on between your mom and Charlie since he was ten. You and your pops stayed out of it.

“Christmas starts in October for my family.” You look over to Cale, who’s leaning against the island right next to you.

“Bro what? That’s even more crazy than my mom.” Charlie was gobsmacked.l, “What about Halloween?!”

“Oh yeah we decorate for that too, but the movies and music start then.”

“Dude there is something so wrong with you people.” Charlie shakes his head before sneaking towards the counter by the fridge. Where the desserts were set.

“Charlie, you leave the food alone or you will be cleaning the whole kitchen tonight.” Mom says without looking from the TV.

“Fine.” He heads back to the living room where your dad was still watching the game.

“I can help clean up tonight.” You looked back to Cale after he said that.

“You don’t need to do that, me and Y/n have got it, we just needed to rest a bit. Plus you’ve done enough.”

“Please Melissa, I insist. You’ve done so much for the team, it’s only fair at least one of us helps.”

“Fine, but Y/n will help. You don’t know where everything goes and she won’t mind.” Your mom gets up to head to the living room, stopping to kiss the top of your head and pat Cale’s arm as she walks by.

A little bit of an assumption there mother but okay. You didn’t really mind honestly, it wasn’t fair the Cale was cleaning up in someone else’s house. Even if he insisted.

“You don’t actually have to help, you’ve done a lot today too. Just tell me where stuff goes and I’ll put it there.” Cale is now looking down at where you’re still sat on the stool.

“It’s not fair that you’re cleaning up our mess, I’ll help. I’m not even that tired.” You stand up from the stool and move over to the sink. You let out a big yawn before making eye contact with Cale. He’s trying not to smile.

“You sure about that?” He’s totally smiling now. And you’re a little surprised to find that you’re smiling back.

“Okay maybe I am tired, but I still should help.”

“Yes, you can help by telling me what to do. All I have to do is do it. Teamwork makes the dream work.”

“That is the cheesiest thing you could’ve said, but fine you win. This time.” You hop up on the counter.

“Okay where should I start?” Cale turns to look at you expectantly.

“Hmmm dishwasher would probably be best.” Was your reply.

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“Okay now that all that is done, what’s next?” Cale looks at you again. Those pretty blue eyes meeting your own. He tilts his head a little. That’s when you realised that you were kind of starring.

“Oh yeah! That’s it, I don’t think we have anything else to do tonight. Everything else we have to do in the morning. So you can go hang out with Charlie. I think he’s still in the other room watching the game. Thanks for all your help today.” You hopped off the counter and walked to where he was standing by the island.

“Okay, I actually think I’m gonna head out. I can come help out in the morning. I’m not the best cook but I think I can handle it.” He’s giving you a half smile and between the Christmas music from the movie still playing and the low lighting in the kitchen; he looks entirely too attractive right now.

“You don’t need to do that. You’ve done a lot already.”

“Ah no it’s fine. I got nothin else to do.”

“Alright. I’ll see you in the morning then. We’re gonna start at about eight since dinner is gonna be at noon. Just come over whenever after that.”

“I’ll be here at eight then. See you in the morning Y/N.” He gives you a nod and a smile before heading to the front door. You hear him stop and say goodnight to your family before the front door shuts.

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You’re totally dragging. It’s too early to do this. Not even changing out of your pajamas, you head downstairs. There’s already a mix of smells happening. Your mom must have put the turkeys in early.

Walking into the kitchen you slowly register everything going on. Your mom is checking the turkeys in the oven, your dad is drinking coffee and reading the paper from last week at the island, there’s a Christmas movie playing and Charlie is nowhere to be found. Figures.

Twenty minutes later, you’re slightly more awake, breakfast has been eaten, you’ve started helping with the sides, and Charlie’s just now walking through the kitchen door. And Cale is right behind him.

“Morning loser,” Charlie says as he bumps you into the counter where you were chopping potatoes.

“Charlie, stop messing with your sister. She’s helping me, unlike you.” She gives him a pointed look as he heads back to where Cale is standing, “ morning Cale, how are you?”

“I’m okay, would be better if my truck had started this morning.” Ah so that’s why Charlie was gone.

“Ah yeah Charlie said that’s what happened. Will you be able to figure out what it was?”

You tune out their conversation and continue with your task.

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Cale’s POV

When I walked into the kitchen I was not expecting to see a very tired and annoyed looking Y/N. Who definitely just got more annoyed when Charlie bumped her into the counter. Who’s still in her pjs. That have reindeer all over them.

She’s so freaking adorable.

Yesterday I felt like we might’ve gotten a little closer to that friend line. She laughed at most of my horrible jokes when I was cleaning up the kitchen last night. Honestly I cut it pretty close to my curfew. I probably shouldn’t’ve stayed, but Melissa looked tired and as much as I could hope Charlie would’ve helped clean up; I know better than that. So I stayed way later than I should’ve and had to rush home.

Shaking my head I answer Melissa’s questions about my truck. It wouldn’t start this morning. Charlie and I both think between how old it is and the cold front that moved in last night, that my truck might not be starting for a while. He offered to take me to practice and school, so that helps at least.

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A couple hours later your mom is at the door welcoming all of the boys in. Between Charlie and Cale helping you and your mom, everything got done so you had extra time to get ready and hide in your room for a bit. At least you can wear something comfy. You have to look nice for pictures so you grabbed a sweater to go with your leggings.

The boys were all really loud and you were kind of over it already. Your mom wanted you downstairs at least. She understood why you didn’t exactly want to be around them. So you were sitting on the kitchen counter; reading a book. The only guys that had sought you out to greet you were John and Tyson. They both gave you a hug and asked how you were before joining the rest of the team in the living room.

You were about halfway through your book when somebody hopped up across from you on the island. Looking up you realise it’s Cale.

“Why are you in here?” It came out a little harsh but he didn’t seem bothered by it.

“They’re getting really loud and I get headaches easily.” Cale shrugs, “I can find somewhere else to hang out if you want me to.”

“No you’re fine, I was just wondering. Why do you get headaches easily?”

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Cale’s POV

When she asked why I was in here I panicked a little. I mean I was mostly in here for the quiet, but also kind of to see her. I don’t even know why. I think she’s just nice to be around. Especially compared to the guys.

“Oh, it’s cause of all of the concussions I’ve gotten in the past.”

“Hmm” that’s all she gives me before going back to her phone.

I feel kind of awkward just looking at her. I’d love to ignore the world and be in my phone, but it’s almost dead, plus it would make my headache worse. It’s quiet in here, not awkward but almost… comforting. Honestly it’s kind of nice. I end up looking out the window above the sink. My eyes catching on the snow flurries outside.

“It’s snowing.”

Y/N looks up from her phone before setting it down on the counter and jumping down. Walking over to the sink, she stares outside.

“I love the snow. It’s so pretty and peaceful.” She sounds wistful as she says it.

I have to fight myself from saying she is too, “Me too, winter is my favorite season because of it.”

“Same here.” She turns around and meets my eyes, “this is off topic but if I’m going to be completely honest would rather be skating than here right now.”

“Well if I had to be completely honest, I’d say the same. Why do you not want to be here?” I have a feeling I know what her answer is going to be.

“I assume Charlie told you all about what happened, I’m also going to assume you’re smart enough to connect those dots,” I nod and she shrugs, “honestly you don’t seem all that bad. I know I came off harsh, Charlie told me all about that. I’m sorry. I am trying to be nicer, especially since you don’t act like an asshole like the rest of them. Just know that, that doesn’t mean we’re friends, just that you’re not a total jerk. Anyways, why don’t you want to be here?”

Her statement relieves me. I’m glad I don’t come across like an asshole. I didn't think I did, but it’s always nice to hear. Especially from someone as biassed as her.

“Well mine’s kind of similar, I don’t really want to hang out with the guys. I Know it’s good for camaraderie and whatever, but they annoy the hell out of me. And they all are in fact a bunch of assholes. Even to teammates. Plus skating is so much more fun than sitting here doing nothing.”

That got a smile out of her. She turned back to the window.

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“Dinner was good as always ma, thanks for inviting the team.” A chorus of the rest of them following Charlie’s thanks.

I ended up seated between Cale and Charlie. I think they did that on purpose. Especially since John and Tyson were across from me too. They totally surrounded me so I didn’t have to sit next to the jerks. I’m totally grateful but I wanna be anywhere but here. I lean over to Charlie.

“Hey you going anywhere later?”

“I’ll probably go hang with the guys but Tys will drive.”

“Okay, I’ll have the car then.” Charlie nods before continuing his conversation.

Now I have to figure out a plan to dip after pictures so I can get to the rink.

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Cale’s POV

It’s picture time. And nothing against Melissa, but she has no control over any of this. She’s currently standing behind the camera and trying to get us lined up so we all fit. It’s not going well, Charlie is nowhere to be found and Y/N looks like she’d rather be anywhere else. Can’t blame her, I’m feeling the same way.

“Hey hey everyone chill out and listen.” There’s Charlie. I can hear him but I can’t see him. He’s still shouting orders when I look back over to Y/N. She sees me, rolls her eyes and shakes her head. Then she walks towards the couch, and steps up so she’s standing on it.

“EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP! I UNDERSTAND NONE OF YOU WANT TO DO THIS CAUSE I SURE AS HELL DONT. BUT THE FASTER EVERYONE LISTENS AND DOES WHAT THEYRE SUPPOSED TO DO AND THE WUICKER YOURE OUT OF HERE AND OFF DOING WHATEVER THE HELL YOU IDIOTS WANT TO DO!”

Every single person in the room turned to look at where she was looking down on all of them. Silently everyone moved where Melissa had originally placed them. Y/N got down from the couch and walked over to where I was standing on the outside of the group.

“I’m glad that worked, I was tired of standing there.”

“Me too, ready to go home and change and do nothing the rest of the day.” I whisper back as I move to tuck in next to John. She moves right next to me so that she’s in the shot too.

“About that, I was planning on heading to the rink after this. I normally would prefer to go alone but you mentioned wanting to skate earlier so…” she kind of trails off and I turn my head to look down at her, “would you want to go with me? Totally cool if not, just thought I’d offer.”

I can feel the smile stretch across my face.

“I would love to go to the rink. I’d have to get my skates from home first though.”

“We can stop on the way to the rink.” She gives me a small smile and I nod.

“Cale! Y/N! Look at the camera please.” We both follow Melissa’s directions and everyone is excited to be released from the pictures from hell.

“Cale?” I turn to see Y/N still next to me, “I’m gonna go talk to my mom then I’m ready when you are.”

“Okay, meet you at the front?” She nods and is gone.

Now I just gotta figure out what to tell Charlie. He invited me to go hang out with him, John, and Tys later. But if so much rather go to the rink. I look around the room before I spot him by his mom and make my way over.

“Hey Charlie I’m gonna head home. Thanks for inviting me to go out but I’m not feeling it today.”

“That’s alright, do you need a ride?”

“Nah I got it figured out.” I kind of hate lying to him. Not that I’m lying technically, but it sure feels like it.

“Alright man. Let me know if you need anything. Have a good night.” He holds his hand out to shake and I do the same.

“Thanks Melissa for dinner. You and Y/N did really good. I had fun.” Not a total lie but not a truth either.

I turn to head to the front door when someone pokes me in the side. I look down and lock eyes with Y/N. Who’s smirking like she just caught someone in the act.

“You’re a liar! You did not have fun.” She whispers to me as we head out together.

“I did have some fun, I wasn’t totally miserable.” We both climb into Charlie and hers shared jeep.

“Uh huh sure. I totally believe you. But did you really like the food?” She looks over at me as she puts the key into the ignition. She looks a little nervous. I wonder why. Then it clicks in my brain. Charlie said something about it being her first time doing the turkey. That makes sense.

“Yeah everything was really good. I liked the turkey a lot.” I give her an affirming nod.

“That’s good, I was a little worried I’d fuck it up somehow. I’ve seen mom do it a million times, but I definitely was not confident in actually doing it myself.” She turns to back out of the driveway then looks at me before she continues.

“I have absolutely no idea where you live.” I laugh a little before directing her to my house.

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By the time you pull up to the rink, the sun has disappeared from the sky and there’s only a few other cars in the parking lot. Perfect. You’d have the ice to yourselves mostly. Which is great because you really wanted to work on your triple lutz. It was the hardest move in your program and it showed. You needed it to not show. And if you could get your coach off your ass about it, you definetley wouldn’t be mad.

The moment your blades hit the ice, you feel so much better. The last couple of days have been a lot. Being on the ice just made everything better. You could hear Cale cut through the ice behind you. Pushing yourself off, you started some lazy laps. There was a couple of kids on the ice too, so you kept an eye on them to make sure there was no collisions. Skating over to the corner you made sure the coast was clear before marking your jumps. Starting small at first before making it to the bigger jumps. There was no way you were going to go full out on everything you did tonight, you just had to make sure you were warm before going for the triple. Feeling warm enough, you went for it.

And landed on your ass.

“Fuck.” Starring at the ceiling you went over it in your head. Knowing it was exactly what your coach had said (that you didn’t have enough momentum) you got up, shook it off. And went again. And landed on your ass again. And again. And again.

“You good?” Opening your eyes you saw Cale’s face, right above you. Oh right. You had got in your head and forgot he was there.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Taking the hand he offered, you pulled yourself up, “I’m gonna go again so you might want to watch out.” Cale wisely backed out of your way. By now all the kids were gone, and it was just the two of you.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed off. Up in the air you went. One, two three. Hell yeah. Now you just had to stick it. And you did, kind of. Your hand touched the ground to steady yourself, but it was improvement.

“That was so cool!” Cale looked a little awed. Had he never seen a skating program before? It was kind of cute the way he looked so excited.

“I’ll agree with you there, but I need to work on that landing. I at least got three full turns. I’ve only done that once before.”

“Well I mean that's an improvement right?” You shrug, “I think that calls for a break” he gives you a mischievous smile.

“What were you thinking for this break?”

He doesn’t say anything as he slowly skates towards you, until

“TAG!” He barely touches your arm before he’s off.

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By the time you get home after dropping Cale off and taking a shower, you’re exhausted. There’s a smile on your face though.

Before falling asleep you send Cale quick text.

You: I had fun tonight :)

Cale: me too :)

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[samobservessonic]

I think this one requires the whole first page to start us off. And honestly, it’s going to be hard to decide what to cut out in this issue, because the art is super good! Regardless of what you think about this human Sonic design, there’s no denying that the art is going hard and we’ll see that especially in an upcoming sequence. But even in this shot of Sonic’s room, look at how many SEGA references there are! You can check out a full list over in the trivia page on the wikia, but I love that artist Ed Hillyer clearly cares enough about Sonic to put all of these in Hillyer isn’t only the artist of this story - he’s also the writer! Hillyer does the occasional art duty for StC, but to my knowledge, this is the only story he wrote? It’s fitting that it would be a story that would become so well known

Anyway, onto the story itself. To start us off, we have a sequence of Sonic as we know him about to be flattened by a Robotnik mech, failing to save Tails. The title card shows “hedgehog” scribbled out and replaced with “human” before a human boy wakes up in his bedroom. Though, from the looks of things, he still believes that he’s on Mobius. Don’t we all?

Sonic finds a mirror in the room and realises that he’s not in his own body, before someone from off-screen calls for an “Erin” to come downstairs. The name Erin is assumed to come from Erinaceus europaeus - the scientific classification of West European Hedgehog (something else I read on the wikia). Erinaceus europaeus has already been mentioned in the comic by Dr. Kintobor in our flashback story, so this is a pretty fair assumption. I just think it’s a neat name in general tbh

This is the sequence I was talking about before! Look at how the colours and distortion paint how uncomfortable this scene is! The intense yellow glow from the ceiling light, the pressure shown on Erin’s face as he tries to pull away from being forced to eat the egg. We as the audience instantly know that this is messed up. I don’t think this scene would’ve been nearly as effective without the art selling it as well as it does I have to admit that I have read this story before, since it’s one of the ones that gets reprinted in a later issue of StC, and this page stuck with me the most out of all of it

Erin races out into the garden where he finds… okay, that’s a pretty unique take on a human Tails as well, but he literally only appears for these two panels. He’s even wearing a “Big Breakfast” shirt, since StC will not resist throwing in references to British media at every opportunity

We don’t get the context of what’s attacking human Tails, but again, I love how Erin’s poses show the intensity of the wind-up into his spin attack followed by his harmless cartwheel to demonstrate that, no, Sonic can’t do that here

Geez, they really aren’t pulling any punches. Erin down

Evil Egg Mother is back and I know I keep harping on about it, but I really love how they’ve kept her sinister yellow glow from the kitchen, but now have it contrasted against the blue of the room and also intensified by the sickly green of the egg

“Eat it, Spikeball!” is enough for Sonic to figure out exactly what’s going on here. He looks like it takes him some effort to break free, but Sonic figures out that he’s “a hedgehog dreaming” and does what some Sonic fans probably hope would happen to them by waking up to find that he’s really a Mobian after all

…I mean, I’m not sure if anyone’s avoiding spoilers for any Apple-exclusive Sonic games, but isn’t this how Sonic Dream Team ends? Ah well, it’s an old franchise, so they’re bound to retread ideas from time to time. (Unrelated, while I couldn’t play Dream Team myself, I do love seeing Rouge and Cream being included as part of the main team)

Anyway, Sonic wakes up, chases off Robotnik and rescues Tails, joking about having seen horrors that Tails could never imagine. I dunno, Sonic, it looked like the dream Tails was going through a rough time as well And that’s that! My one complaint is that the conclusion of this story feels quite abrupt - we only really get one and a half pages of Mobian Sonic at the end there. But StC does have shorter stories than Archie and IDW for the most part, so sometimes that’ll just be how it is. And honestly, it’s a small trade-off for all the amazing sequences in the human parts of the story. Hillyer was no new-face to comics at this point, so saying “he draws darn well” is quite an obvious statement, but I do also want to say that he draws both the Mobians and the humans very well. We’ve seen a lot of artists in these books (especially the early Archie ones) who were either good at drawing the Mobians and the humans looked uncanny valley or good at drawing the humans and the Mobians were uncanny valley. So it’s nice to see both looking really good

I’m sure I don’t need to say that I enjoyed this story a lot. What could’ve been just another “nice but standard” oneshot story ended up becoming something incredibly memorable. In fact, I’d say I enjoyed reading it even more now than I did as a kid. But perhaps the fact that it doesn’t out-stay its welcome helps with that? If we’d had several more follow-up stories of Erin the Human, I might’ve lost interest

Hm. It is kind of cool to imagine what the other Sonic characters might’ve looked like in this particular human style, though

#sam observes sonic #sonic the comic #stc issue 17 #sonic the hedgehog #dr. robotnik #miles tails prower

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

would love to see more ler!Harry with lee!Peter1 if u don't mind!! I think that they are a unlikely yet adorable duo :DD could maybe include the other brothers with them all competing on who is the best at tickling? <3

Nerf War

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Okay, this is really cute 😍 Kinda spun the tickling idea, but I hope you enjoy Anon ❤️ Thank you for your cute idea! ❤️)

"Ah!"

"Ha!" Harry cheered. "Got ya!"

One yanked his hood off his head. "No fair! My hood slipped!"

Harry spun his his nerf gun around his finger. "You're just jealous you lost."

"Cheater!"

"Oh yeah?" Harry took a shot and nailed the youngest's shoulder.

"Hey!"

Harry shrugged. "You could see that one coming."

One rolled his eyes.

"Come on, best four out of five?"

The youngest smirked. "You're on!"

"Alright." Harry grabbed a nerf bullet off of the ground. "Gather your bullets and let's go!"

Both sides rushed around the living room to gather up all the bullets he could when two figures popped their heads into the living room.

"What . . . in the world?"

Harry and Peter 1 paused and turned.

After a brief pause, Peter 2 cautiously stepped in. "What happened in here?"

"A nerf war Pete," Harry answered.

Peter 2 scanned the disorderly living room. "How did you two make this big of a mess?"

"We needed hiding spots," One replied.

Peter 3 joined the group. "Looks like a war zone."

"Pete, it's a nerf war. It's going to look like a war zone." Harry added as he motioned to his gun. "You two care to join?"

The older two Peters shared a look.

"What do you say Three?" Peter 2 asked.

"Let's do it."

The youngest Peter cheered. "Yes!"

Three pointed to Harry. "Teams?"

Harry motioned to Peter 2. "Me and him against you youngsters?"

"I like it!"

"But how do we decide who wins?" One added.

"Good point Pete. Anyone can claim they shot another player."

"And we'll need a bigger playing field with four players."

"What if we do this capture the flag style?" Peter 2 asked.

One furrowed his eyebrows together. "Capture the flag?"

Suddenly, three pairs of eyes settled on the youngest Peter.

"Did---did I say something wrong?"

"How old are you again?" Harry asked.

"Seventeen."

Two's eyes widened. "And you've never played capture the flag?"

"N-no . . . Is that a bad thing?"

"No." Three stood and made his way over to his younger brother. "But it's something that's changing today."

Harry hurried up the stairs. "I've got two scarves that'll work perfectly."

While he secured the scarves, Two and Three walked the youngest through the rules. It took a few rounds, but One soon caught on and got excited. The older three were surprised to see him catch on so quickly.

On this particular round, Peter 1 and 3 chose a small library for their base before Three dangled the red flag from the top of a tall bookcase. "Alright, now we're unstoppable!"

The youngest Peter grinned. "This is going to be so cool!"

"More than that, it's going to be epic!" Peter 3 exclaimed as he loaded the last few bullets into his nerf gun. "Ready to kick some butt?"

"Let's do it!"

The younger two Peters crept into the hallway. No sound could be heard.

"You search up here Uno." Three made his way toward the stairs. "I'll check down below."

One headed in the opposite direction from his brother. "Roger that."

Peter 1 had to admit, this was pretty awesome. As the night wore on, all the lights had been lowered to give the house a creepy feel. Outside offered no light except for the few stray moonbeams filtering through the thick clouds and on to the floor.

The youngest Peter listened intently for any sound that may indicate an approaching opponent. As he rounded a corner, he noticed one door was slightly ajar. He would have passed it by, but a flickering light drew his attention.

One cautiously crept toward the door and peeked in. The room lay quiet and still, but One still kept his guard up.

However, it dropped the moment he caught sight of a certain blue scarf dangling from a bookcase.

The youngest gasped. "Yes!"

He raced forward to grab the flag when a hand snagged his ankle.

Peter 1 tumbled to the floor and his gun disappeared under a nearby table. The youngest whirled around when a nearby light clicked on.

Harry grinned. "Hiya."

Before Peter 1 could get away, he was yanked forward on to his back and pinned to the floor.

"Harry! I didn't even see you!"

"Well that was kind of the point Pete." The older man used his knees to pin the youngest Peter's hands. "It was supposed to lure you in so I could catch you."

"Why!"

"Because!" Harry ruffled One's hair. "I need someone to lead me to your flag."

"I won't crack! You . . . you won't get any information out of me!"

The older shook his head. "You don't get it Petey. You're not telling me anything."

"Huh?"

"You're going to lead me to the flag."

"What!"

"You think I'd just let you go after you just tell me where your flag is? Just so you can steal ours?"

Peter 1 muttered, "Maybe."

"Ihi mahaybe older than you kiddo, buhut I'm not completely senial."

"I was hoping your short term memory would kick in."

Harry smirked. "You know you're awfully sassy for someone in your position."

"Oo, I'm so scared! What are you going to do if I refuse huh? Keep me here all night?" The youngest Peter puffed out his chest. "Three has to come this way eventually, and I yell pretty loudly to get his attention."

Harry gathered Peter 1's wrists together in one hand. "I know, that's why you're going to lead me to your flag."

One shook his head. "Never!"

"Suit yourself."

A moment later, Harry pushed himself up into a flip. When he landed, he was now above Peter 1's head. With the added surprise, he repinned One's arms with his knees.

The youngest Peter tested his movement by tugging on his arms. "Hey!"

"Here's how this is going to work Pete. You're going to lead me to your flag so we can win---."

"No!"

Harry lifted up one finger. "Let me finish. You can lead me to the flag, or you can face the wrath of the tickle monster."

Peter 1's eyes widened comically. He clamped his lips shut as a blush spread to his cheeks.

The older man smirked. "Oh? Is someone being stubborn?"

Peter 1 shook his head.

"Oh? So you're gonna tell me what I want to know?"

A smirk appeared on One's face as he shook his head again.

"Suit yourself kiddo." Harry started lightly spidering on One's sides. "But it's gonna tickle."

One squeaked before dissolving into a squirming pile of giggles.

"Come on, you know what you have to do."

The youngest Peter shook his head.

Harry began to spider up Peter 1's sides. "What's wrong baby berry? Too nervous to talk?"

"No!"

Harry's fingers started to lightly creep on to his younger friend's ribs. "Then come on. Tell me all of your secrets."

"Noho!" One exclaimed as his knees started curling up to his chest.

"What? You don't trust me?" Harry's fingers started to pinch along One's ribs. "Are we not friends? Whahat's uhup with that?"

"Ah!" One kicked out his legs back out and started frantically shaking his head, but the smile on his face never faltered.

"Awww, are you having fun baby berry?" The older man dug into One's bottom most ribs. "Do you just want me to tickle you all night?"

The blush on the youngest Peter's face grew darker as his laughter turned higher pitched.

"I cohould tickle yohou ahall night." Harry started squeezing up the youngest Peter's ribs. "But Two and Three might want me to share."

"HARRYHY!"

The older man stopped 'torturing' his young friend. "Ahare you going toho share?"

"Ihill nehever tahalk!"

Harry poked his ribs. "So these ribs aren't giving up any secrets?"

"Eep! Nohope!"

"Hmm." The older man hovered his fingers over One's armpits. "What about these little armpits baby berry? Will they tell me the way to the flag?"

The youngest Peter grinned nervously. "N-nooo."

"You know what I think?"

"Whahat?"

Harry dug into his armpits. "That you're lying to me."

The sound to leave Peter 1's mouth mixed a shriek and a squeal. His legs drummed into the carpet as he dissolved into cackles and snorts.

"Aww, look at how cute you are." Harry spidered his fingers up and down One's pits. "You're adorable when you're stubborn."

"YOHOU JERK!"

"You know what you gotta do to make it stop." The older man pinched along the outer muscle of his armpits. "You're keeping yourself here."

"IHIM NOHOT TELLIHING YOHOHOHOU!"

Harry spidered into the center of the youngest Peter's armpits. "Thehen the tickle monster's gonna get you."

"AH!" One snorted. "NOHOHOHO!"

Harry playfully tickled his younger friend a little longer before he finally gave him a breather. He could see he was getting close to spilling so he decided to tone it down just a little.

Peter 1 calmed his giggles. "Ihis thahat ahall you gohot?"

The older man smirked. "I was giving you a chance to hand over the information, but I guess you still haven't learned."

With a couple of movements, Harry returned to his original position on One's waist.

"Eep!"

"You've got one more chance baby Pete." Harry repinned his wrists. "Or you know what happens next."

The youngest Peter puffed out his chest. "Yohoull nehever get thehe answers out ohof mehe!"

The older man leaned closer. "We'll see about that."

The room filled with bubbly giggles as Harry started lightly spidering across One's sides again. "Noho! Harryhyhy!"

"What? I'm being so gentle." Harry let his nails glide up and down. "It's like a massage."

"Ihit tihicklehels!"

"I know it does. It's going to tickle and tickle and tickle allll night long."

"Nohoho!" The youngest squeaked when that sensitive part where his sides met his ribs was 'accidentally' grazed. "Thahat's soho mehehean!"

"I'm just giving you a massage. You're the one whose too ticklish baby berry."

As One continued giggling, Harry had to give him credit. He lasted longer than he was expecting. But the older man could see the fatigue creeping in.

And finally, One caved. "Okay, okahay! Ihill do ihit!"

Harry immediately stopped. "What was that?"

Peter One pouted. "Ihill take yohou tohoo the flahag."

"Atta boy." The older man crossed his arms. "Was that so hard?"

"Yehes because you cheheated."

"I didn't cheat," Harry explained as he climbed off the youngest. "No where in the rules does it say you can't tickle the information out of someone."

Peter 1 put an arm over his eyes and groaned.

Harry chuckled at the theatrics and used the opportunity to snag his and One's gun. That's when he noticed the time on a nearby clock.

"Yikes it's late. How long have we been playing?"

"Aha while." One stood to his feet, resisting the urge to rub the tiredness from his eyes. "Are you ready to go get the flag now?"

"Aw, don't pout Pete." Harry nudged his younger friend toward the door. "You fought valiantly to the end."

"But we still lost."

Harry followed Peter 1 down the hall. "I'm not going to remember that Pete. I'm going to remember the kid who didn't crumble in a very one sided tickle fight."

That comment did put a smile on the teen's face before he hid it in his arm to muffle a yawn.

The older man nudged his young friend. "Come on, we'll go to bed once this is done."

Peter 1 led Harry into the small library and pointed up to the bookcase. "It's up there."

"Hey, that's pretty good! Two would never have been able to reach it."

One gave a small smile. "We thought it was."

Harry felt his heart twinge a little. The kid had had a good time.

The older man set aside the guns. "Bet you can't fight me away from it."

The youngest grinned. "You're on!"

A moment later, One flew across the room and took Harry down to the floor. After a brief tussle, One managed to pin Harry to the floor all on his own.

"Hehey, nice job kid!" The older man tugged on his arms. "Better fix that grip on my arms though."

Peter 1 smirked and dug into Harry's armpits. "Like this?"

"AH!" The older man instantly brought his arms down. "PETER!"

"Hehehe!"

With a little persistence, Harry lifted his arms and squeezed the youngest's ribs. This brought him down to the ground where Harry immediately reattacked his spots.

"Eek!"

"Doho you yihield?"

"Ihi yield! Ihi yihield!"

Harry stopped his tickles and pulled his young friend into a hug. "C'mere you!"

One immediately returned the hug. "I love you Harry."

"Love you too kiddo." Harry kissed his forehead before pushing him over to the couch. "Come on, time to get some sleep."

With very little resistance, One climbed up on to the comfy couch then snuggled in. "Thanks for tonight Harry. It was awesome."

Harry dropped a blanket over the kid. "Ihit was Pete. I had a blast hanging out with you."

"Me too." One yawned. "You're an awesome friend."

A moment later, Harry watched as Peter 1's eyes fluttered close signaling he had drifted off to sleep.

Once Harry was sure One was peacefully asleep, he slipped something into his hand. It was the familiar blue scarf that One had been trying to secure.

Harry slipped One's phone out of his pocket and took a picture of the hand holding the flag. He then texted the victory picture to the group chat before putting his phone back into One's pocket. "You did a great job kid. Kept me away fair and square."

With a final hair ruffle, Harry quietly exited the room to let the youngest sleep in peace.

#lee peter 1 #ler harry osborn #sam raimi #ticklefic

[koipalm]

based "joker shouldnt automatically forgive him" 👏 joker is petty 👏 joker is angry 👏 i think he should be allowed to show a little more ire or negative emotion. honestly i love all his little quirks in dialogue choices and animations but i am always drawn more to anything negative... i guess because usually silent mcs aren't allowed to be anything but Classic Nice Dude. so whenever he's snarking sae, looking pissed in a cutscene (awakening or the cutscene where him and ryuji step in to protect ann from yusuke), being a little shithead to chihaya (this mfer is so smug and haughty around her it's comical), or even seeming uncomfortable around mishima i eat it up!! um there was gonna be a point to this with 3rd sem stuff but i got too excited and forgot it 😥👍

THANKK YEWWWWWW THANK YEW THANK YEW THANK YEW EXACTLYYYY i know that in a lot of the dialogue options you have to choose to be nice in order to advance the confidante which at first glance is a very good point and lesson to learn HOWEVER.... i wish joker got to be a little bit more of a bitch. i think he deserves it....

GAHH especially when people are being weird to him i wish the game made reinforcing your/joker's boundaries accepted.... like how mishima can be pushy or GODDDD how weird kawakami is to him even after quitting.... LIKE LITERALLY. NO ONE IS LOOKING. NO ONE IS CHECKING YOU ON THIS BE NORMALLL.... GODD like i know all the life lessons the game is trying to impress on you outside of the metaverse of like. you can rebuild your life and find allies if you look and are kind but GOD sometimes it means the game necessitates that you have to be kind even when they are not.... which is kind of funny for the whole "FIGHT THE SYSTEM! MAKE THEM PAY!" message in persona 5. but that might be just me being petty....

anyhow i wish joker had more moments where he could break out of that mold . sigh. to be fair there is a fine balance between a more self inserted character and a more clearly defined character and i think some of those factors are their words and their actions.... joker acts pretty much how we would expect him to act i think? he does all the things that the leader of the phantom thieves should do, like talking point for the team and calling the shots, as well as helping his teammates outside of battle (and not having many voice lines), and all of that is kind of tempered by his funny dialogue responses and his dorky character (and also his flair too.... hes so damn cool in a way that definitely looks like hes expressing himself and not just being the 'cool protagonist' i love it so so so so much). i think that with a few more scenes of him acting more independently from the player, and maybe a few more dialogue options, the line could have been muddled a bit more, which i really would have LOVED to see, especially with third semester adding to this feeling of joker being pushed to his breaking point without his friends by his side and his therapist fucking with reality and the guy he watched die about to die again....

ONNNN THE BRIGHTTT SIIIDE..... joker my girly coming home from war in persona 5 the phantom x god i hope he at least has a few scenes. guy who is so so so so so cool to me

#technically i should leave the e off the end of confidante but it looks better this way #and also i am not technically wrong in spelling it #ask #SORRY my responses are so long i really love talking with you guys #hopefully easier to read if its broken up #persona 5 #persona 5 royal

[pilferingapples]

What do you think about the 2019 staged concert?

Just watched it for the first time recently…

Why on earth did they cut Gavroche’s death d’ya reckon?!?!

Tho the image of him dying in Grantaire’s arms does haunt and interest me too…

Generally love when adaptions give him a significant relationship or moment with an amis…

Who do ya think it’d be most realistic he’d be close to?

Got any Gav + Amis head-canons ??

I have NOT seen the 2019 staged concert so I did NOT know they cut Gavroche's death, what the heckity heck ?!? What..what do they do about that part? Do they skip from like BHH to Final Battle or like..what. What even happens. Obviously the best option for who he'd be close to is Bahorel , Adaptations Stop Being Cowards Challenge, but that is like. Ten other posts, I will never shut up

With that not an option: I think if the musical is going to be a coward and not have Bahorel as character (because they are cowards), the next best option for a character to have an ongoing relationship with Gavroche is Courfeyrac. 2012 went with that and it was a very good call! Courfeyrac's warm, revolutiony, and fun, in a way that matches better with Gavroche's attitude than any of the stage-existing Amis. And it would put back a major element of Courfeyrac's character that's otherwise missing from the show, his ability to bring people in to his circle. (also side note: Gavroche at least having a pretty good, if worn, set of clothes in the movie works amazingly well with him having known Courfeyrac for a bit? gdgkf I guess that's a 2012 specific headcanon for you, Gavroche has known Courfeyrac and the Amis for like three-six weeks and they're working on getting him a more settled situation, one that is (a) NOT living with a revolutionary who is very likely to vanish any hour and (b) NOT going to have him climbing out a window in 3 minutes to go back to the elephant, Courfeyrac's going tchtchtch at this stray cat of a kid, ANYWAY) Other Options in rapidly descending order of preference:

Next choice would be Feuilly; again, warm and outgoing, if not exactly a funster. And again, it would bring in a key element for his character that's otherwise lost , his generous heart and adopting-the-people approach to life (and I know there's no room for the momes in the musical and honestly: fair, but gah *I* would know about the momes and it would punch me in the heart to see another orphan looking out for Gavroche the way he looks out for them aah)

Joly and Legle : again, fun, sociable characters, canonically both prone to looking-after-people mode, and them working as a team on this would be an easy way to bring out a certain aspect of their characters. Gavroche WOULD run circles around them but it would be a friendly chill situation

Combeferre: ...honestly I just. Want to give him more to do in the stage version. Kind and concerned with the humanity of the revolution; not the worst option by a long shot. This would give him stress ulcers in five seconds. Sorry Combeferre.

Prouvaire: see : Combeferre, but without the ulcers

Enjolras: honestly as much as I love the dynamic between Enjolras and Gavroche in the book , Enjolras on-stage just has So Much to Do already, but like. It's still a fun dynamic? Mutual respect under a layer of mutual harassment, very sibling-y, I love them and it could give Enjolras a few warmer moments

Marius- I would not trust Book!Marius with a stray cat , much less a stray kid, but Stage!Marius is a more Present character all around, and I've seen other adaptations make him and Gavroche buddies with sometimes very good results. Unfortunately Marius also has a ton to do already and I don't know that it would really add anything to his character as-is (beyond maybe implying a stronger friendship with Eponine?) but it would be ok?

I'm mentioning Grantaire here only to say that I don't think he has any place being in this list at all, I love Grantaire but this isn't his thing, that's another post though ...I was gonna try to put more headcanons but Woe, Sleep Be Upon Me and this post is nine miles long so I think I'm leaving it here , but thank you for the ask, Nonny!

#Gavroche talk #he is always a Best Character #there are adaptations that drop him and they are Wrong #hey nonny nonny #long post