Spock for the headcanon thing? (I'm predictable I KNWO)
(its ok I LOVE U<333)
spacehomos said: spock for the headcanon thingy
What they smell like: he smells clean. u know how clean smells? yea like that
How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): he sleeps on his back, with his hands at his sides. he sleeps on schedule as well, never a minute less/more
What music they enjoy: instrumental music. he also loves uhura’s singing (but who doesn’t, lbr)
How much time they spend getting ready every morning: not that long, maybe 10 minutes every morning. there’s not much for him to do besides brushing his teeth/getting dressed
Their favorite thing to collect: memories with kirk & mccoy
Left or right-handed: ambidextrous
Religion (if any): the vulcan religion idk what its called rip me
Favorite sport: spock prefers his time with sciences, but will do required training required by starfleet
Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): m u s e u m s he loves science museums especially
Favorite kind of weather: warm weather
A weird/obscure fear they have: fear of kirk not wanting him to be his first officer anymore
The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: even tho they’re rigged he somehow somehow always wins the claw machines
Ben’s stillcradling his hand to his chest as they reach the entrance to the concert venue,collapsing against the wall by the bathrooms, gasping breathlessly withlaughter and exertion, looking past Ian’s shoulder as she crowds in beside himto see if anyone has followed. There’sstill adrenaline humming through his veins, and he can feel Ian pressing warmand practically shaking against his side, her fingers finding his wrist,touching his hand gently.
“Hey,”Ian says, still laughing a little, too, looking at Ben with a mixture ofincredulity and fondness. "Here,let me see.“
"I’mfine,” Ben says, his eyes still on the crowd, but everyone is millingcalmly about, no sign of security or anyone coming after them in anger, and helets himself relax a little, letting Ian pry his hand away from his body. "Really, it’s – “
Ian turns his hand over to look at his knuckles. "We should ice this,” she says,worry in her voice, but there’s a complicated grin on her face as she looks upat Ben, and the kiss she leans in to give him is fierce and possessive. "You shouldn’t have done that,“ shesays as she pulls away, and Ben winces.
"Iknow,” he says. "I definitelyshouldn’t have. But that guy – “
"Guys areassholes, Ben,” Ian says. “Present company excluded. Most of the time, at least.” She arches an eyebrow at Ben, and he can’t help but smile back. "That doesn’t mean we can go aroundpunching them in the face. If I did thatto every dude who was ever a dipshit to me, I wouldn’t have any knucklesleft. My hands would be jello.“ She cups Ben’s injured hand in hers. "Thanks, I guess? But please never do that again.”
“Iwon’t,” he promises, and feels a jolt of pain shoot up his arm as he teststhe motion of his fingers. "Ireally, really won’t. Ow.“
She makes asympathetic face and leans in to kiss him again, gentler this time. "You’re a sweetheart, Ben Moore,”she says. "You didn’t sign up for –“ she gestures at herself, her brightly colored dress, the heels thatshe’s still a little wobbly in, and Ben presses a hand to her waist, pullingher closer.
"Iabsolutely did,” he objects. “I love – ” he copies her gesture, and she flushes, beaming athim.
“Yeah,but I mean, admit it, you don’t need this kind of drama.”
“I need you, though. And thedrama wasn’t your doing, it was that asshole. I’m glad I punched him in the face,”Ben says, trying to sound tough, and Ian laughs delightedly.
“You do realizethat you trying to sound like a badass is a lot like baby Simba trying togrowl, right?” she asks. “Rrrar,” she teases, “rrrrarrrrr,” and she grabs hisuninjured hand, pulling him away from the wall, toward the bar. "C'mon,“ she says. "Let me buy you a drink. So I can dump it out and stick your hand inthe ice.”
“Waste ofa good drink,” Ben mutters, but he follows along behind her, curling hisfingers against hers.
“Twodrinks, then,” she says obligingly, and he wraps his arms around her frombehind as they get in line for the bar, resting his chin on her shoulder, thethrob in his hand fading to a dull ache as he listens to her absentmindedly humalong to the music filtering out of the venue.
either "how about you make me" or "people lie all the time" w Ben and Ian ? <3
...how about both? both is good!
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"Ian," Ben snapped, his voice sharper than he meant forit to be, but the day had been so long, and the glow of sunset was alreadyslanting through the garage doors, and he couldn't stop the words from slippingfrom his lips. "For fuck's sake,let Kyle finish."
Ian arched aneyebrow at him from across the table, smirking as they said, "How aboutyou make me?"
"I'm not…"Ben groaned and rubbed the spot between his eyes. "I'm not gonna makeyou, Ian. I'm asking. I'm asking politely, because that's whatpeople do, instead of interrupting in the middle of – " he cut himselfoff. "You know what?" He looked up at the camera. "Let's take five. We'll cut this." He pushed back his chair from the table,resolutely ignoring Sophie hopping to her feet and winding her way between hislegs as he crossed to the camera to shut it off.
"No,look, Ben," Ian objected. "I'msorry, okay?" They held their hands out in a gesture of reconciliation,but Ben shut the camera off anyway.
"Ben,come on, let's just finish this," Huber urged. "We're so close to done."
"Fiveminutes, okay?" Ben said to him, ignoring Ian. "Then we'll wrap this up, Ipromise." He shruggedapologetically in Kyle and Brad's direction, and left the garage, not quiteslamming the door behind him, letting Sophie trot along at his feet. He paced in a circle for a few moments inthe driveway before looking up to see a curtain twitch in one of the windows ofthe house. He sighed, really not wantingto have to explain himself to Brandon or Amanda right now, so he picked up aragged tennis ball instead and crossed to the lawn, tossing it halfheartedlyacross the grass for Sophie to chase.
He didn't lookup when he heard the garage door open, or when he saw Ian's shadow hoveringaround behind him, or when Ian settled into the grass by his side. They were quiet for a long while, until Sophiestarted rolling around in front of them, demanding pets, and Ian let out aquiet laugh, some of the tension shattering as they reached out to scritch herbelly.
"I am sorry," they said.
"Thanks,"Ben replied begrudgingly.
"Imean," Ian continued, and Ben wished they wouldn't, would just let thismoment pass, the two of them and the dog and the sunset, but they keptgoing. "It's not a disrespect thingor anything. It's not like – I don'tknow, I think I'd do a better job at what you're doing or something. I think you think that sometimes, and it's not. I just get…kindof caught up in it, you know?"
"Iknow," Ben said, and when he finally looked up to see Ian watching him,hard and scrutinizing, he repeated, "I know. And I – " he stopped, the lift of thecorner of Ian's mouth still fresh in his memory, the teasing way their eyescaught Ben's as they suggested he make them be quiet. "I'm not mad, okay? I just needed a break. It's been a long day."
"Yeah." Ian flopped onto their back, shirt riding up,and Ben didn't let his eyes catch there against the strip of skin for longerthan a second before he was looking away, anywhere but at Ian. "It really has. Look, we'll go finish this up, we'll all getsome food, we'll feel better, right?"
"Right,"Ben agreed.
"Ipromise," Ian said. "I'll behave."
Ben let out astrangled sigh. "You don't have to –look, no, I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have snapped. It's just – "
"I talktoo much," Ian finished. "Andyou don't want to hear it."
"I do want to hear it!" Ben said, too loud, and he didn't lookat Ian but could see out of the corner of his eye that they rolled onto theirside to look at him closer. He sighed,dropping his head, running his fingers through his hair. "I want to hear allof it, Ian, and that's why I have to makeyou stop sometime, I can't just…let you keep going indefinitely because I wantto hear what you have to say. It's notfair to the others for me to give you all this time because – " he brokeoff. "It's just…I'm trying to befair."
Ian sat upagain, scooting closer, and Ben had hoped that that would be enough, that Ianwouldn't pry, but Ian wouldn't be Ian if theyweren't prying.
"Because…?" Ian repeated, that same teasing lift totheir voice, and Ben could hear the smile without looking.
"Ian. Don't…"
"Becausewhat, Ben?" He felt a nudge against his side, Ian's knee, their legstaying there and resting against his side, and he was suddenly too hot, eventhough the sun was going down, running out of air, even though there was aslight breeze blowing, and he couldn't think of anything to say, even thoughthat was what he'd been doing all day, responding, reacting, he had nothingnow, nothing but to look at Ian, to really look at them,eyes bright in the fading sunlight, hair curling down over their face, sohopelessly beautiful, so focused on him. "You don't want to give me extra time because…?"
"Becauseyou're obnoxious?" Ben offered, unconvincing as either a joke or thetruth, and Ian nudged him again.
"Don'tlie to me, Ben."
"Peoplelie all the time."
"Notyou. Not often, at least. There's only a handful of reasons for someoneto be so careful not to look like they're showing preferential treatment tosomeone else. And, let's see." Ian ticked them off on their fingers. "We're not related. I'm not paying you. So that leaves…" Ian let the words trail off, but their armslipped around Ben's waist, tugging him closer. "You think I'm pretty."
Ben let out aquiet laugh. "You are pretty." Thewords came too easily, almost automatic, before he could keep himself fromsaying them, but instead of any of the reactions he didn't have time to dread,Ian lit up beside him.
"Thanks,"they said, ducking their head in something that might have been embarrassment,and okay, this wasn't how Ben meant to do this, but if they were doing it, hewas damn well going to do it right, so he turned, facing Ian, reaching out tobrush his fingers over the curve of their jaw.
"Hey,"he said, "you're so pretty. But no, that's not why I want to give you allthe time in the world, it's because…" he sighed, letting all the wordshe'd kept in for too long just tumble out, "because I want to hear all the things you have to say. I want to watch movies with you and hear whatyou think about them. I want to just bequiet with you too, take walks, go to a concert, not really say anything, butjust…be there with you. Okay? That's why I'm so caught up in trying to be fair to theothers, because this is a damn good Saturday, but I'm kind of endlesslydisappointed that my other Saturdays don't involve just hanging out with you, actually letting you finish whatever rambling thoughtscome through your head." He went topull his hand back from Ian's face, but Ian's fingers came up to tangle intohis, keeping it there. "So that'swhy," he finished hoarsely. "I'm sorry I snapped at you."
"And I'msorry I goaded you." Ian's lipscurved into a grin. "For, like,years." They leaned in, and thekiss was slow but heated, too much tension built up between them, both of themgreedy and searching and –
"Okay,"Kyle's voice called from the garage, and they broke apart, Ian breathing out alaugh. "I know the dog's cute andeverything, but it has been way more thanfive minutes."
"Dog'snot the only one," Ian said quietly, leaning against Ben.
Benlaughed. "Yeah, we're coming,"he called. He leaned in to give Iananother quick kiss. "C'mon,"he said. "Let's finish this up, andthen I'll take you to dinner."
"Thisdate sponsored by Fatburger?" Ian asked, pushing up to their feet andcrossing to coax Sophie back to the garage with them.
Ben laughed,trying to ignore the way his cheeks heated up at the mention of date. "I mean, that wasn't what I had in mind…" hebegan, but Ian and Sophie were already running off toward the garage, Iancalling, "Ben's gonna take me on a date to Fatburger for yelling atme!"
"That's…not…"Ben began, but when he caught the brilliant smile Ian shot him before duckinginto the garage, real and sweet and genuine, he stopped objecting. "Yeah," he agreed dryly as hefollowed Ian in. "That's exactly what's going to happen."
"Whydoesn't Ben yell at me?" Brad muttered to Huber. "I want Fatburger."
"I'lltake you to Fatburger," Huber assured him, and Brad beamed.
"Can we –" Kyle asked, waving impatiently at the table, and Ben slid back into hisseat.
"Yeah,"he agreed. "We can."
Ian turned thecamera back on, and the episode resumed, and there was some speculation in thecomments about the section that was clearly cut from the middle, the way thatBen never once looked down the table at Ian during the end of the episode, someworry about whether or not there was some sort of animosity brewing between theAllies. The next week's group streamseemed to set things at ease, though, because it started off with Ian stretchedout over Ben's lap on the couch, Ben's arm curled comfortably around theirwaist.
And when Ian,exasperated, yelled, "Oh my god, Ben, you suckat this, just give me your controller," no one quite understood why Ben'sreaction of, "How about you make me?" made Ian choke on his iced teaand turn a spluttering shade of red, but it was entertaining to watch anyway.
her name is soryn valdothian and i only just came up with that surname last night
she is half-elf but i’m NOT too sure on her class yet
she is 6′1 and has icy blonde hair and a scar from the bridge of her nose to her left cheek. don’t ask about it though. she might kill you. she does that
personality-wise, she’s....pretty much rosa diaz tbh OOPS. in that she comes across as cold and terrifying 70% of the time, but she cares DEEPLY about the people in her life and cries at cute animals sometimes
speaking of animals, she literally loves horses. so much. she will go out of her way to save a horse if there’s one in danger. she has a horse called magnolia, but that horse is hardly ever around. it does its own thang
BONUS FACT: she is a useless gay and that cold careless facade she tries to keep turns into her bumbling over her words and saying weird shit around a cute girl. god damn it, soryn
