Do you think you could do Sirius Black with the “I hate everyone but you.” Personality.
James is immediately alerted to your glum mood when you sit down without so much as a greeting, and he leans across the table with narrowed eyes.
"What's'a matter, Y/L/N?"
"Sirius is mad at me." You reveal drearily, wrapping your hand around the fork set at your place even if you don't feel like eating.
"Oh," James's brow scrunches, "Don't take it personal, babe. He's having a shit day, he heard from his mum. Nothing nice, I bet. Wouldn't let me see it. Just- he's grouchy with everyone today, don't let it bother you."
"But he told me to come back tomorrow," You recount, "Like he can't stand seeing me for the entire day! What am I supposed to do, James, we're set to study in the library at three. And- and I could help him! I could be there for him, but he's pushing me away instead."
James's brows raise, and a pitying smile works its way over his face, "Love. You're the kind of person that wants to be around people all the time. You seek comfort out when you're sad; Sirius doesn't. If you love him, y'gotta let him sulk for a bit. Then he'll come to you. And-" His nose scrunches, his brows wrinkled, "And all he said was 'come back tomorrow'? That's nothing. He told me to get my bespectacled arse out of the room before he shut the window on my head."
Your face contorts in horror, "James! James, that's so mean, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, darling." He snickers, "That's what I mean, that's just what Sirius does."
"Not to me he doesn't," You frown, "That's not okay, James, he should treat you better than that."
"He's having a rough time," James shrugs, "Doesn't bother me. He's all talk, he'd never do any of it. Just needs to blow off steam, y'know? And I think we both know why he tones it down for you, Y/N."
"I'm not special," You snap, reigniting the age-old argument between you and James that Sirius totally does not have feelings for you, not one bit.
"Right," James gives you an overexaggerated roll of his eyes, curls bouncing as he does so, "That's why he threatened to behead me and all he did to you was kindly shoo you away."
"Maybe you just piss him off more than me," You stick your tongue out at him, and turn to Remus for support as the boy sits down beside you.
"Morning," James takes the lead, shooting you a smirk out of the corner of his eye, "Talk to Sirius today, Moony?"
"Little shit told me if I didn't stop talking to him - which I only tried once, by the way," Remus groans, "- he'd 'mess me up' so hard my transformations felt like reprieve."
James's eyes widen and he tries tamping down a snort, tucking into his breakfast instead. Remus turns to you and your once-more incredulous gaze, scoffing lightly, "And I suppose he just told you to come back tomorrow?"
"That's exactly it!" James slams a fist on the table, a chunk of egg flying from his mouth that Remus shakes off of his hand with a grimace, "Moony, tell her she's special."
"I'm not special," You desperately try deluding yourself, shoveling your own forkful of food into your mouth as soon as you're done speaking, so that you don't have to answer to their protests, "He just hates you both."
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bg3 dialogue - wyll moments i'm saving for reference
(a classic Witcher moment, nice confirmation that monster hunting has set him against people as well as creatures)
(shadowheart, I don't think that's how it works. i don't think that's how anything works)
(just out here volunteering to nanny for werewolf babies. fascinating man. i think you flunked monster hunter school, wyll)
(baby wyll was scared of ghosts 😭 )
(OH. so that's where the "shadowheart & wyll: monster erotica fans" headcanon comes from)
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the unfathomable rage that will sit deep in joyce's soul when she learns that it wasn't just some intangible monstrous being that hurt her kid. it was a man. it was a man who looked at her twelve year old son, her fucking child, and said yeah. i'm going to hurt him.
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okay but no one has talked about how this is obviously buck and eddie practicing their slow dancing for the madney wedding. and they’re bickering about who leads and who follows. and it’s because they both want to follow, obviously. like i can’t believe that there even is a debate about what the scene could be about. it’s clear as day.
“eds,” buck says, “you know i have two left feet when out of the job. you have to lead.”
“no, no. you lead and i follow. that’s how it always goes, buck. i’ll always follow you,” eddie says, his hand squeezing buck’s side, his thumb stroking buck’s collarbone.
buck’s apartment feels too small and too big all at the same time. buck and eddie are too close and not close enough all at once.
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