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t0ast-ghost · 7 months ago

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The last one… it’s been coming for awhile…

Here’s my thoughts on Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country

(Spoilers for- well— everything)

- Before watching this movie I was trying to figure out why they chose this name and was told by my mom it’s a Shakespeare reference which.. I should have guessed

- “A Nicholas Myer Film” Cool! Now we know who to blame or bow to

- The music is so fucking intense I’m worried now

- I know Christopher Plummer is famous, I can’t place the face though and I want to say I know the name from the muppet show

- WAIT. Michael Dorn… WORF

- Wanna let y’all know that there was a guy (Harve Bennet) who wanted to create a completely different sixth movie that would’ve been more like a prequel where they recasted everyone to have an “academy era” movie with Kirk, Spock, and McCoy shenanigans. Gene Roddenberry didn’t fucking like that idea (cause only he knows how to cast apparently)

- explosion :)

- Teacup that tells you what ship you’re on. I now understand why everyone hates Quark trying to spread his own brand when Starfleet clearly is trying to push their own into every single crevasse

- HIII SULU HIIII

- It’s nice that they gave him the ship he kept saying he was hoping for in voyage home

- I won’t make a fart joke out of “gaseous planetary anomalies” and I definitely won’t say that Q did it

- DAMN NOT THE TEACUP. NBC Hannibal would fucking hate this movie

- Forgot how much I freaking love George Takei and I am so happy they gave him more stuff to do in this movie

- Falling… for about 7 seconds which is about 4 seconds more than normal

- Fairly certain that’s Janice Rand (5:32) (edit: it is! Hi Janice!!!)

- “We have no need for assistance,” and “Stay out of the neutral zone,” sounds like challenge

- Kirk says “What are we doing here?” STARRRING IN THE SIXTH STAR TREK MOVIEE BABEYYYY

- Scotty bought a boat, Uhura teaches seminars at the academy, I love hearing about their lives, keep going

- “Where’s Spock?” Asked in the saddest wettest voice. Kirk’s got his priorities straight. Er- well- not straight exactly but they’re there

- Them trying to hide that the “special envoy” is Spock when Kirk is sitting there looking at him like this

- Sorry babygirl not taking in any of that information. I am taking in those beautiful eyes tho <3

- Ooooh starting this one off with Kirk and Spock on opposite political sides

- Kirk being the one who has to offer the olive branch probably because Spock thought he could trust him to be on the side of peace (which was a miscalculation cause he’s probably still pretty angry with the whole “you Klingon bastards killed my son” thing…)

- “I remind you this meeting is classified” as everybody splits off into chattering gossip

- Kirk actually getting angry at Spock for “volunteering” them. The giant empty room with Kirk in the shadows and only Spock in the light (plus that random person standing in a dark corner for some reason) augh the mise en scène is wonderful

- I don’t even know how to unpack all that. Kirk so prejudiced against the Klingons (finally taking a more antagonistic stance) and saying “You should have trusted me” WHICH IS WHAT SPOCK HAS ALWAYS DONE. Because he trusted that Kirk would ultimately want peace no matter how battered and broken he became.

- They changed Spock’s ears, made the points more curved into themselves

- Why does every new lieutenant like quoting regulations to Kirk? How many does he just regularly break?

- OH FOR FUCKS SAKE WHY DOES HE LOOK OVER AT SPOCK SO SOFTLY

- I love how shape her hair is (draw it draw it draw it dammnit)

- Whenever creating a Star Trek movie you need someone on the production team who loves the ship departing from space dock scenes

- “I can never forgive them for the death of my boy.” Kirk says my boy

- Okay yes, Valeris should have knocked before entering his room but Kirk should also know to lock his door when he’s talking to his diary

- Why is Valeris so involved in this movie? First she’s talking to Kirk and now we’re following her to Spock’s? Strange (my guess. She’s evil.)

- “It is a reminder to me that all things end.” Like your life. Twice. Also that’s a nice sentiment and all but it’s so sad with the context that even his own original timeline ends

- “Logic is the beginning of wisdom, Valeris, not the end.” YEAHHH OLDER SPOCK he’s got a more balanced view on the world and himself

- OKAY I absolutely adore the costume design, especially for Gorkon. Like the golden clips in the hair? The red suit adorned with studs and the giant silver necklace?? The beard??? Amazing

- I like that there’s a “chief of staff” for the Klingons. It’s like the manager at a party city

- “They all look alike” BRO THEY MOST FUCKINGLY DO NOT

- I love the chief of staff being so confused over what the napkin roll thing is. I feel that.

- Ah yes my favourite meal. Blue. With a side of orange of course.

- “I offer a toast. The Undiscovered Country…” Welp. He said it. Time to wrap up the movie

- YEP ITS SHAKESPEARE BABEYYY (thank you Spock for saying that it’s Hamlet, act III, scene I, cause I didn’t wanna look it up)

- “You’ve not experienced Shakespeare until you have read him in the original Klingon.” Quoi???

- Spock actively trying to stop Kirk from starting a war

- I think this is such a good part where the Klingons are trying to state their worries. The gradual (or not so gradual) need for assimilation to be apart of starfleet. This is a particularly big problem for the Klingons because so much of their culture has been entwined with violence which Starfleet seems almost hellbent to take away. As well as hearing troubling language such as “human rights” thrown in their faces

- IM SORRY. Kirk. You didn’t. You didn’t just compare someone to hitler.

- Spock looks actually so fucking pissed at Kirk

- “If there is to be a brave new world, our generation is going to have the hardest time living in it.” Gorkon dropping all the good lines

- McCoy just standing there adjusting his outfit and looking like the most tired man alive

- “I’m going to sleep this off.” “I’m going to go find a pot of black coffee.” Both Kirk and McCoy leaving Spock :(((

- The shaky swoop of the camera as Kirk and the rest of the bridge realize that somehow they just fired on the Klingon vessel

- Don’t care about the rest of the movie I just love the scene where everything starts floating on the Klingon vessel

- AUGH THOSE SPACE SUITS OKAY I DO STILL CARE

- Love me some good ol’ bad 3D graphics blood

- Times like this I wish I’d never skipped my tlhIngan Hol classes

- Floating dead Klingons. What. A. Scene.

- Aw Fuck Dude. The one guy getting gravity back online and everything falling to the ground and blood splattering and AUGHHH. Every time I think this scene can’t get better, it does!

- HIII MCCOY!!! He got to rush onto the bridge just to ask “are we firing torpedoes” and I appreciate that :)

- Kirk and Spock fighting over who should go to the Klingon ship and Spock saying “perhaps you’re right” and then putting his hand on Kirk’s shoulder made me more nervous than it should have. Darn you Wrath of Khan! You’ve given me trust issues. (but you're telling me this isn't supposed to look like a nerve pinch???)

- Also Kirk ultimately still trying to maintain peace. It’s his knee jerk reaction to this. He’s got what he’s said he’s wanted when incased in his own emotions about loosing his son but he knows it’s not right

- and finally, yay! McCoy gets to go on the mission!

- The actor for the Klingon that greets them is so good at the rage mixing with grief and sadness

- McCoy to the rescue!!

- Either Klingon blood is pink (like in that one game) or they wanted to keep it pg-13

- “He’s gone into some kind of damned arrest!” McCoy proceeds to straddle the Klingon on top of the table so he has leverage to do proper CPR… I have no thoughts on this that I’d like to share

- I do not believe McCoy’s punches would be strong enough to restart a heart. I’m sorry but they look so puny

- The blood bubbling as Gorkon dies is so fucking good oh my heart

- This is all happening at 2:00 fucking AM??? No wonder Kirk is tired

- “I sympathize, Mr. Scott.” Love when they make Spock say he ‘understands’ or ‘sympathizes’

- SAREKKKK!! Hehe hiiii

- “We are experiencing technical malfunction. All backup systems inoperative.” “Excellent. I… I mean, too bad.” A banger scene from Uhura and Chekov

- Rosanna DeSoto as Azetbur (the Chancellor’s daughter) plays the part so well. Again their portrayal of grief and anger while trying to get to peace is so fucking amazing. LOOK AT HER FACE

- Maybe I’m not so happy about McCoy being on this mission after all…

- The giant circular judgement chamber is so fucking cool

- MICHAEL DORN 🫵

- The sparking gavel <3

- I love the beginning of a translator translating all the Klingon’s words

- WORF IS THEIR DEFENDANT???

- That one Klingon that laughs at McCoy’s joke, wanna be friends?

- “You say you are due for retirement. May I ask, do your hands shake?” “Objection!” “I was nervous!” “No. You were incompetent.” This is like watching reality tv for me. That’s some good drama

- phew thank goodness they’re not killing McCoy. He’s too pretty to die

- The back and forth slow zoom in on McCoy & Kirk and the judge didn’t have the intensity they were going for but I appreciate the effort

- “Better to kill them now and get it over with.” That’s nice Scotty

- Oh shit Spock loosing both of his husbands in one sentencing. That cannot be good for the economy

- “An ancestor of mine maintained that if you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains however improbable, must be the truth.” Ancestor? You mean fucking Arthur Conan Doyle?? Or Sherlock??? Either way that’s a hecking lore drop

- They’ve got a murder mystery aboard the Enterprise, this is my dream

- Hey babe, new Klingon dog beast just dropped (Jackal Mastiff)

- I let out an audible “aww” of pity when I saw McCoy wrapped up in a blanket

- I can’t believe I’m only halfway through this movie what is even happening anymore

- Had a brief pause to voice crackedly yell a little bit. Something along the lines of “I do not care. I do not care! I don’t care! I just want Spock- I just want them with Spock! I do not care!” And then let myself breathe for a second or two (and then made chicken nuggets). The outburst was born of a deep sadness from the fact that they can’t just be happy and retired together. Ok, back to the movie.

- Martia just handed Kirk a blunt change my mind

- “Somebody up there wants you out of the way.” of course, it can’t just be about actual politics between the Klingons and Federation, it has to actually be about Kirk and somebody trying to kill him. Dang it.

- “But the killers may still be among them.” …wait a damn minute.. you’re saying there’s imposters- *pulled away forcefully*

- I love how every commanding officer comes into the kitchen absolutely furious that someone fired a phaser

- On that note: why is there a kitchen? And why are they preparing various cooked birds? Who’s having a banquet tonight?

- What kind of bullshit evolution puts a species genitals in their knees?

- Hate how Kirk just lets McCoy go treat the highly dangerous being alone

- “Spock was right” NO SHIT HE’S LITERALLY AN ANCESTOR OF SHERLOCK

- YASSS SULU!!! Now get your rest you beautiful man

- Spock will literally leave no stone unturned for his husbands

- Either Martia has some really good prosthetics in the cave or she’s wearing someone else’s skin… NEVERMIND haha she’s just a shapeshifter

- Chekov was so proud of himself dammit. Too bad he was so utterly wrong

- Also Valeris is so expressive, kinda loving it

- The planet seems kinda nice in the daylight.. minus the dead body I’d say it’s pretty similar to winters in Canada (yes I made the joke, please delete it before posting) (edit: nope <3 just like Canada. Made your bed, lie in it)

- “Leave me. I’m finished.” Goddamn this man’s worst enemy is the cold. Both times McCoy just gives up and tells Spock or Kirk to leave him (First time being in All Our Yesterdays)

- “If they’re even looking for us.” Bones. Spock would literally NEVER leave the both of you. That aside the rest of the Enterprise crew also loves you like crazy

- Everyone laughing on the channel with the Klingons is so funny

- Holyy shit. Is Kirk going to fight.. himself???

- McCoy angel <3

- “I can’t believe I kissed you.” Yeah. Me neither. You didn’t actually have too.

- Poor McCoy holy cannoli oil. He’s knocked out and when he wakes up immediately gets trampled by two versions of his husband

- HIIII JACKAL MASTIFF HIII

- “Since you’re all going to die anyway, why not tell you.” When I go to watch the cinema sins video (I know I’m sorry) on this movie I bet they’ll say “klingonposition” or smt like that here

- If it’s just Chang that wants Kirk dead that’s so disappointing

- McCoy looks over and sees this

- “What you want is irrelevant, what you’ve chosen is at hand.” SPOCK IS ANGRYYYYY SPOCK IS PISSSED

- Please someone let McCoy take a shower, he stinks

- WAIT VALERIS WAS THE ONE SITTING IN THE DARK CORNER OF THE ROOM IN THE BEGINNING

- The distorted wavy angle that almost feels like it’s going side to side dutch angles with each of Spock’s footsteps as he nears Valeris

- I WOULD HAVE SCREAMED IN THEATRES

- Valeris is fucking crying omg what the actual fuck

- I honestly don’t know how to take that apart. I’m still shocked and screaming a little. The reactions from each crew member being just absolutely horrified

- I’m still reeling from that but I gotta acknowledge the fact that Spock says “I prefer it dark” when Kirk enters his quarters. So did I as a teenager and my mom would tell me it was bad for my eyes

- “You and the doctor might have been killed.” “The night is still young.” They are three months from retirement. Goddammnit let them just get to be retired together on a farm or condo or smt. I don’t give a shit just let them rest.

- “Spock, you want to know something? Everybody’s human.” NO THEYRE NOT IN THIS CONTEXT. That was kind of a big point made in this movie. I think the point you’re trying to make is ‘everyone in the whole galaxy forever will always make mistakes.’

- “Doctor, would you care to assist me in performing surgery on a torpedo?”

- Chang just said, “ah the games afoot” why are there so many Sherlock Holmes references in this one? Like I know they have a hard on for famous literature but this one is named after a Shakespeare quote. Just saying it’s a bit crowded.

- They really wanted McCoy to say smt doctory while making the torpedo so they chose “we’ve got a heart beat”

- I think it would’ve been better if Chang said to be or not to be in Klingon like they did at the dinner table

- So they saved the day? Yay? Kirk and McCoy should legally not actually be there- oh they’re all clapping for them who cares

- SPOCK GETS TO SAY GO TO HELL

- Kirk did not just fucking quote Peter Pan. Shut the fuck up.

- McCoy’s look says it all. And by that I mean just let him retire with his husbands. Oh my goodness.

- Just for my mom I'm mentioning the flared pants (Spock and McCoy look kinda goofy tho)

- Ohhh so this is where they change it from “where no man” to “where no one”

- And the Enterprise rides off into the sun. What kind of Grease ending is that?

Awwe okay all of their signatures at the end was a nice touch

I don’t have much more to say here, I forgot how fun but time consuming it was to do these thought posts. I really really appreciate everyone who likes these posts because it means y’all took the time to read this which is just something so meaningful to me.

Thank you all so much <3

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luffyvace · 1 year ago

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I have a question that’s been stuck in my head for a while? OK, so remember the episode of MHA where Kurogiri warps stain to the bar to meet Shigaraki so they can convince him to join the LOV and then stain stabs Shigaraki?

So imagine, what if Spinner, Dabi and Toga (separately) meet Stain BUT…… stain injures Reader (instead of Shigaraki) how would they feel if the hero killer hurt, they are beloved S/O?think about it??

Ohh yeaaa I remember that episode!

Ooooo yeah that’ll definitely set the mood for some killing dear- 😃 very intriguing question/request! Thank you! <3 :)

(gn reader since you didn’t mention pronouns or gender)

Spinner

⚠️(i think) spoilers at the end of spinner’s I can’t remember if it’s animated or not 😵‍💫💫

The Gif is literally Spinner to stain-

literally nobody liked him before he joined the lov

as we saw in the flash back (I think it’s animated) he was a nobody sitting on his couch watching tv

he joined the lov and now has people that respect him, he started dating you?!

quite frankly the best thing that has ever happened in his life.

no joke this man would do anything for you

He will probably never see what you see in him because of people in his ear from his upbringing but he hopes you continue to see that forever cuzzzz he’s not tryna let you go anytime soon 😋💗

so when you got stabbed by stain? This man was the exact opposite of calm.

What do you mean you just stabbed the only person who loves him?!

this is actually such an interesting request because spinner admires stain!

this dude’s villain costume is a target version of his! (😭)

Yeah he definitely no longer looks up to him. 😐

infact he might find himself hating him 😗

that’s how serious it is!

he panics for a second then pulls out his katanas to defend you in case he comes back for more

he would chase him down, if you weren’t wounded

he instead sheathes his blades and asks toga to wrap you up (until he can get you to the hospital if it’s fatal)

he’s on the verge of tears and is shaking because he could’ve lost you!

there’s no way he could ever let that happen!

Is heavily disappointed in himself that he couldn’t react faster to protect you and ‘realizes’ how much of a weakling he is

vows to protect you even if it costs him his life

of course he was always willing to, but now nothing. and I mean nothing. is ever gonna hurt you again

will track down stain to talk to him and tell him that wasn’t cool (and he doesn’t necessarily curse him out but rest assured he didn’t use the words I did)

⚠️(uh spoilers I think) after he gains the army of mutation quirk citizens he feels much more confident in his abilities to protect you

you should too! His army cares about you nearly as much as he does! They view him as they’re leader and savior after all~

not to mention he for sure changes his villain costume to something else

He asks you to help decide the design and now he looks much more epicc 😎💪

Dabi (Touya Todoroki)

Dabi is instantly heated abt it

like y’all invited him in here and he STABS his you??!

his lover?!

I don’t think so..😐

bro not finna let that slide🗿

he’s aboutta incinerate everyone and himself (again 😂-) trying to kill him

in all seriousness in a situation where someone he cares about gets hurt he does beat whoever hurt you before helping-

just because he’s angry

BROS SEEING RED- 😭🗿🤡

he does come check up on you after though

Besides he knows the lov will bandage you up

either Toga will do it (but she’ll take some of your blood) or they’ll take you to that hideous doctor dude that works for afo

If it’s a fatal wound he checks up on you a lot and subtly asks if you need anything

he’s not some softy, imma be honest, but he obviously does care

no matter what, he now wants to track down stain and reduce him to nothing but ashes

it doesn’t matter who says what. he’ll never forgive him.

and trust me when I say he’s the type of guy who could hold a grudge forever 😬

will tell you to sit out the next mission if your injury isn’t all the way healed by then

he commits arson to try and ease his anger a bit but after all he’s been through, hurting the only person he loves is the final straw.

he’s noticeable more irritated for a while and will try and kill stain on sight

the hero killer has been spotted in the prefecture? He bouta pull up. Bro is over in the mountains? That crazy cuz Dabi is too 🤷‍♀️

Toga Himiko

Would be the angriest if Dabi wasn’t more hot headed (get it? Don’t get mad I had to) and if she didn’t like stain too- 😭

the fact that she loves to see you stabbed also comes into play-

But she’s upset she wasn’t the one to make you bleed

although this is all after she bandages you up

if the wound isn’t fatal she’ll probably unwrap you daily to admire you in all your glory 💉🩸😊

She tries to get payback by stabbing stain so it’s even but it just becomes a game of cat and mouse

meaning they’re both too swift and agile to get hit by the other

In the heat of the moment her first reaction is excitement that quickly turns to anger

as i said she’s happy to see your beautiful rose red blood but she didn’t get to inflict it ✋😤

Def woulda followed stain out the door to track him down if it weren’t for 1. Your wound and 2. Twice & magne stopping her

will lick the blood she cleaned

not fresh off the wound, but off the materials she used to clean you up

she knows it could give you an infection directly

and this is of course after your fine and dandy

she 100% tried to get as much blood into a container or syringe as possible

even if there isn’t a lot

If you have a quirk in particular

bonus if it’s a strong one

You two could pair up now!! Aren’t you happy? 🤗

if you are NOT happy and is upset with her for it, (I’m sure your not- your probably used to it in a relationship with her) she’ll gives you cuddles as an apology <33

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falconsmackie · 1 month ago

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ahh ok i finally got to see cabnw 🥳🥳 so here are my initial thoughts.

overall, the movie is quite enjoyable and i definitely plan on rewatching this movie time and time again like I do tws. i (predictably) adore sam wilson as cap and appreciate how they chose differentiate him from steve. the movie definitely has its issues and sacrifices some emotional depth for the amount of plot lines they have going, but it is a perfectly cohesive movie you can follow from beginning to end.

more thoughts and spoilers under the cut:

likes:

The best part of the movie is definitely Sam and Joaquin’s relationship. I feel like there was a great level of care and intention put into their scenes and it pays off big time. I cannot tell you how happy I was when the movie ended on their heart to heart

THEY LET SAM BE A BADASS!!! I think this was honestly the part I was most nervous about going into the movie. I didn’t want to watch 2 hours of sam getting put the wringer and thank god it was exactly the opposite.

This is kind of expounding in the last point, but the movie does very well in its fight sequences imo. I was invested in every fight and it was fascinating to see Sam’s new fight style, you can tell they actually day and though about how he would fight with the wings and the shield

Oops i don’t know why even numbered these, I have more to say about the fight scenes. While they showed off Sam’s skills in the air, they also let him be an absolute dog in hand to hand as well

The cast of this film (barring a certain someone) is phenomenal and the acting is great. can’t imagine what they could have done with a slightly better script. Particular standout for me are Danny, Anthony, and Giancarlo. They’re all very magnetic and really command the audience’s attention in every moment

I love the direction they have went with Sam and Isaiah’s relationship. You can feel every ounce of respect Sam has for him and it makes the audience so invested in Isaiah’s wellbeing. I hope ppl who didn’t watch TFATWS are compelled to watch TFATWS now, if only to see Carl Lumbly’s fantastic performance and really get the depth of his character

dislike (and minor qualms):

some of the dialogue is kind of eh. it doesn’t flow well in certain parts of the movie

ruth being included in this movie mad absolutely no sense when Leila was right their. there’s no reason her plot-line couldn’t have been carried out by an actual Sam Wilson-related comic character.

also, speaking of Leila, guys, guys. We’re just gonna put her in the movie with no hint of a past relationship with Sam ????? What are doing. She’s barely given anything to do in this movie, I’m really not understanding why we even follow her as a character atp

i need to check this on a rewatch, but it was funny seeing the riley picture again and getting so close to sam sharing this w/ joaquin, but sam just, doesn’t. but i feel like sam bringing this up would have brought more emotional depth to his moment with joaquin. especially for ppl who aren’t hardcore sam fans. they don’t know the tragic backstory of his partner falling out of the sky before

the cgi in the scene where sam talks down red hulk takes away from that very obvious emotional beat. all you can focus on is how bad the background looks

sam should have taken joaquin to delacroix at least once in the movie. would have been great to see some more of sam’s support system celebrated

ok that’s all for now. i cannot wait to see it again, im sure it’ll be working the next week. i am immensely excited to see all of y’all’s interpretations and reactions to this

#cabnw spoilers #captain america: brave new world spoilers #captain america brave new world spoilers #spoilers #captain america: brave new world #anthony mackie #danny ramirez #giancarlo esposito #sam wilson #captain america

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myonos · 2 years ago

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DEAR JONGSEONG - wow wow

Jay doesn’t know why his heart is pounding so fast.

He was just going to see you, his childhood best friend for the first time in 7 years!

No big deal, right?

He opens the door of the canteen, eyes searching for you.

He almost misses you because, wow. Wow.

You’re beautiful.

Even more beautiful than you were back then.

10 year old Jongseong would be having a heart attack right now.

He slowly makes his way towards you, stopping a foot away.

You look up and immediately break out into a smile.

Getting up, you make your way towards him and before he knows it, you’re hugging him.

“Hi,” you whisper in his ear. He can feel a shiver run down his spine as his arms come around to hug you back.

“Hey,” he replies. You smell like strawberries and vanilla and he subtly inhales your scent before you pull away.

“It’s so good to see you, sit down!”

You sit back down and he follows, sitting across from you.

“So it’s been how many years? Seven? How have you been?”

He takes a second to think.

“I’ve been good, life has been pretty uneventful. I got through school with good grades and now I’m here.”

You nod, listening intently.

“How have you been?” He asks, looking at the menu in front of him.

“Pretty much the same as you. Uneventful. Being here with you is like the most exciting thing I’ve experienced in a while.”

That makes Jay’s heart beat even faster.

“This is pretty exciting for me too. You’re…beautiful. I mean, I don’t really know what else to say.”

You blush profusely, “You’re not too bad yourself.”

Jay laughs, a genuine laugh, proud of himself for making you blush.

You and Jay find a way to make conversation for the next hour, ordering food and eating as you talk.

You tell him about your classes, your friends and he does the same.

By the time you’re both finished eating, he has a class to attend in 15 minutes, as do you.

“I’ll pay,” Jay says, pulling out his wallet.

“No, no this is my treat!”

“It can be your treat next time!”

Your eyebrows raise, “Next time?”

Jay can feel himself blushing now.

“Well our schedules match up pretty closely, we should do this again,” Jay says, getting ready to stand up.

You follow him, standing up and following Jay to the register.

After he pays, you both make your way out of the canteen, already making plans for another hang out.

“I’ll text you,” he says. You nod making your way in the opposite direction.

As he walks away, Jay feels his heart, still beating fast.

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summary: as a lonely 10 year old, the only thing you wanted was a friend, so your parents signed you up for a pen pal program. in comes jongseong, who you spend 2 years sending letters to back and forth.

then one day, the letters stopped.

now years later, you come to find out sweet, little jongseong is one of your campuses heartthrobs?!

n. the meet up!! i hope y’all are enjoying ignore the time stamps thankkkkkk youuuu

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permanent taglist: @escapetheash @kaexox @vatterie

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randum-famdoms · 8 months ago

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Hmmm maybe I should let y’all know about the random ass dream I had last night. It was weird.

Context: this random aah shit popped up in my yt shorts right before I went to sleep. It jumpscared me and I cannot for the life of me fathom what insanity led the algorithm to summon my demons from my past. Why is Jace peeking. Why.

So of course my brain decided to make the shafowhunters main characters in my dream. But it can’t be in a NORMAL way, oh no no no. Instead, I am graced in my sleep by the following insanity, as any good dream must not make sense according to the laws of the universe.

We open in DC. How do I know it’s DC (as in Washington DC, the capital of the US)? You fool, this is a dream and nothing makes sense and questions are forbidden. It looks nothing like dc, but it is dc and that’s all you need to know because that’s all I knew and just like me you must accept this fact. I was with my godsister, who is a year younger than me (this is important), and Sirius black from TERF BOOKS fame in his dog animacy’s form. However, in this dream he is simply a normal dog who I knew was also Sirius black and those two things coexisted and yes this makes sense because it’s a dream don’t overthink it.

Back to the dream. We are in DC. We are at a river, and there is a concrete staircase up to an overlook with no fence that drops off in a sharp cliff into the river. There is a no-dogs sign. My godsister wants to go up there. I don’t want to because Sirius is a dog and there’s a no dogs sign. My godsister goes up anyway, and like the good older gos sibling I am I sign and follow her ao she doesn’t fall into the river and hope we don’t get arrested. We read the top and we start taking photos of the river and I see a tiny bunny the size of half my palm (and which also looks suspiciously like if a half-transparent lavender coloured Peep (the marshmallow Easter treat) was just a bit more anatomically correct) sitting on the bank of the river opposite us and suddenly it starts racing across the river and it’s so light and so fast that it literally runs on the water without falling in until it reaches the other side. It’s very cute.

You may be wondering, Kit, where are the shadowhunters? I’m getting there.

So I point this out to my godsister, because it’s adorable, and suddenly I fall off the outlook.

I am transported to another universe. I am suddenly transformed into a stereotypical Jungle Fantasy Movie Powerful Hot Lady (think the token girl in the 2016 jumanji movie who also played that robot chick in the guardians of the galaxy movies but make her more buff). I am in a jungle full of dinosaurs but they’re mostly friendly. Also my godsister is there but now she’s my bio sister despite me being an only child irl and there’s no explanation for any of these changes. Also now my mom’s there too and Sirius is gone and my mom looks nothing like nor does she act like my irl mom but I Knew She Was My Mom, because dreams.

But enough exposition. I’m in a new universe and I befriend an Anklyosaurus. I know I gave him a name but I do not remember what that name was. I’m deeply sorry for that. I’d assume it was something silly like Timmy but dreams are weird so I can’t guarantee that. For all I know he had a professional magicky name like Horus or Archibald. Anyway, back to the story.

The As Of Now Unnamed Anklyosaurus Friend (let’s call him Friend, for short) kills the Lightwood siblings, who are there too for some reason. Not the youngest one tho, he wasn’t important enough to be in my dream.

Moving on, I meet a Grand Wizard, who isn’t Magnus becuase he also wasn’t present despite my brain deciding I needed a Grand Wizard which I personally find very funny. Also I ride Friend around using a saddle which spawned in once I befriended him earlier, because that’s cool.

The grand wizard implies he’s the reason I’m here now but doesn’t tell me why and then he disappears in a puff of colour full smoke after pointing me in the direction of my now-sister and mother.

I meet them under a tree. They now live in a minifridge. My sister has fallen in love with a foam block. It’s sentient. No, I do not know why.

I go on an adventure and explore some before going back to my sister and mother and the foam block (it’s a greenish grey colour by the way) in their mini fridge house. My sister reveals she and her foam block boyfriend now have a goat child. It’s biological, I don’t know how I know that, and I do not know how it happened or why and I certainly don’t know why my brain has inflicted this upon me.

But, alas, it’s happened and I must be supportive of my sister and her foam block and goat family because I love her.

Jace and clary appear. They insult my sister and her family. This is a grave offense, I punch Jace in the face (haha rhymes) and challenge them both to an honour duel. We walk down the dirt path though the jungle mc Friend beside me, and arrive at a menacing spiked wooden log gate to the arena in which I shall duel them.

And then I wake up. I am deeply offended that my alarm went off before I could fight Jace and clary to the death with the help of Friend, but alas, it was not meant to be.

Now, I have always had very vivid and strange dreams. My mom says it’s our Native American heritage, but I think it’s probably the drugs I have to take to sleep and stay emotionally stable combined with my awful sleeping habits. However, this dream was particularly odd even for me.

I’m not sure how to end this post. But I guess that sentence should be good enough.

#I’m still baffled by my sister and mom living in a mini fridge and my sister falling in love with a literal living foam brick and having a #biological goat son with it #like genuinely where the FUCK did my brain pull that shit from #absolute insanity that will probably live in my head rent free forevermore #randum thots #yes this is a reblog but I say it counts

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chevelleneech · 5 months ago

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I thought Oliver saying 8x05 was T*mmy heavy, would include background info on him as a character or at least showcase BT in ways that would develop their relationship. It did not.

T*mmy was just as important here as he was in 7x04 really, except they didn’t kiss thus didn’t change anything regarding who he or Buck is. LFJ is also so fucking bland as an actor, it’s impossible to really tell if he’s intentionally playing T*mmy as mildly interested in Buck due to what’s in the script or if he’s just not capable of acting like a guy interested in his boyfriend.

I’m also very curious if the writers have chosen not to write much intimacy between BT on purpose or if it’s the result of what LFJ said, and they’re just taking it to the extreme? Because all the couples in the show tend to have some sort of physical intimacy. They hold hands, hug, cuddle, etc. yet, BT have been together for about four to six months in canon, right? So they should be physically comfortable with each other at the very least, yet we don’t see any of that. T*mmy is literally just around. He doesn’t do anything, he hasn’t offered any insight into who Buck is or what Buck could be looking for in a relationship, nothing, and it’s irking me, because WHY?

I get people don’t like BT, and I get Tim chose him because he didn’t want to write in a new character, but the chemistry is non-existent, the writing is as deep as a pen-tip, and LFJ’s acting does not give audiences anything to work with. You know? I’d get it if it was all bad, but the actor was charming and fun to see perform, but he isn’t. So what is the point of continuing the relationship? I can say with complete and utter confidence now, they are giving BT shippers absolutely nothing, but because it’s Buck having a boyfriend, it’s being accepted. And for whatever reason, BT shippers are obsessed with LFJ, so they’re willing to accept the relationship, but like… why?

Y’all saying they have chemistry and are being built up in a sweet and romantic way, but they don’t and they’re not. They barely do anything other than stand beside each other and talk, and majority of the time they do that, Eddie is also around. Which is a point toward what I meant when I said they should have ended s7 with Buck calling T*mmy up for a first date redo, because right now in s8 is where they could have been building up to a full blown relationship. 8x05 feels exactly like what I’d expect from two guys just getting to know each other, and T*mmy being mildly weirded out by Buck’s spiraling about Billy Boils. Not a boyfriend of damn near six months. Six months is a long time to date someone, so to not also have small info such as, “Buck goes on info spirals when his attention is pulled by something specific.” Just feels like something T*mmy should know by now.

Which is probably due to the writers clearly forgetting Buck and T*mmy are not in fact a recent development, but have been dating for almost half a year. Especially since we’re also being shown T*mmy as being comfortable in Buck’s apartment. It’s as if they’re giving us time stamped moments to prove BT is moving forward, but they haven’t given us anything to believe it.

Also, as I said above, it’s hard to know if T*mmy is meant to be mildly disinterested in Buck or if it’s how LFJ is unable to play him any other way, but either way, it’s still being written in the script that T*mmy brushes Buck off a lot, cracks jokes at his expense, and doesn’t like being physical with him. And without any scenes between them to show the opposite of that and show him as also caring and complex himself, then I ask again, what is the point? T*mmy is just a, “Hey! Don’t forget, Buck is finally bisexual! We did that fan service thing!” and that’s it.

Therefore, in conclusion, we not getting anything else. Not to shit on anyone else’s parade, but I think this is it. BT are going to remain this stagnant, “Here, damn!” couple, with no new development, and Buddie ain’t happening, because they would require the writers and network putting in effort to make Buck’s sexuality (and Eddie’s if they actually go for it) worth more than a fan service check mark.

I mean, Henren deserves so much more screen time and storylines, but at the very least neither of them exist to meet a diversity quota or fan service. Buck is bi because Tim wanted to throw something new into s7, but his first queer relationship is bland af. They could replace T*mmy with a talking dog after 7x04 and it’d be the same. Then again, Buck kissing a man for the first time then knocking himself into a hallucination where he has a talking dog, would be more interesting to see play out.

#911 abc #evan buckley

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sarah-dipitous · 2 years ago

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 235

Baby/Death in Heaven

“Baby”

Plot Description: shot entirely from within the impala, this episode follows Sam and Dean as they hunt a ghoul-like creature and try to make sense of an ominous dream

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I’m GUESSING Dean’s not actually dead there, but he IS majorly unconscious

First of all, what a fucking weird episode concept

We are missing Jensen in shorts because it’s shot from inside the impala??? Rude. Like, if every other show can have scantily clad women washing cars, spn should show us Dean in shorts again. They may not even be scant

Sam, that’s not much of a smoothie

How does Cas know everything about pop culture now but doesn’t know what Netflix is??

How many years back y’all work that w****go case with Heather? Because y’all haven’t had time in the past like…six or seven

I can’t believe Dean’s not more annoyed with Sam for having sex in the back of his car.

It’s hard to be mad about seeing small moments between them in the car. Things normal people would say on long car trips, not always end of the world type shit and lying to each other all the time

WHY IS JOHN THERE??? GET OUT OF THAT CAR. It’s young John so not…AS bad as the John we all know and hate…but now I hate him too

It’s SO REFRESHING to hear them actually talk about what’s going on. Of course Dean is miffed that Sam didn’t tell him he got infected but………they’re talking about their literal DREAMS now. My heart is so soft

I don’t understand how what Dean is saying is any different than what fake dream John told Sam. That it’s up to them to bring down the Darkness, and that there’s no help…though I never really thought about what “god helps those who help themselves” means.

Good. Don’t indulge Dean calling a werewolf vampire hybrid a werepire

I knew his opposition to valet was about the car and not paying for it

Aaaaaaaand that’s why you don’t joyride the car you’re supposed to be valet parking, kids

“I’m mostly confused. I’m not sure how orange correlates with black in a way that is new” never ever change, Castiel

Dean, stop trying to make werepire happen. It’s not going to happen. Yeah, whisper is a lame name for whatever this…isn’t, actually.

The best thing about putting Cas on speaker while he’s in infodump mode is that he doesn’t realize Dean’s not there til he hears gunshots and Dean comes back in saying that it turns out he did shoot the deputy.

However, shooting him with silver bullets and decapitation DOESN’T SEEM TO HAVE WORKED. HOW.

If no one says “what’s in the box?” even once it’s a waste of putting the deputy’s still growling head in a cooler

Dean, DEFINITELY don’t try to make ghoulpire happen. DEAN. Stop calling it a ghoulpire. You sound ridiculous

Oh shit. The original victim’s wife is one of the……..ghoulpires (I don’t have subtitles on so I’m not going to try to spell out a name I can barely remember. Dammit, Dean). She beat Dean unconscious and stole the impala. She might be the alpha ghoulpire. (I’ve now typed that enough times to have my phone recognize it. Great.)

$20 says the purse left by the valet girl’s friend she went joyriding with has a penny in it minted before 1982

K she’s not the alpha. The deputy is. Omg…the hairpin Piper lost after her romp with Sam is find to get the handcuffs off Dean. The knife will decapitate him and the purse WILL have the penny. I’m sure of it.

Poor Baby. She doesn’t deserve this. She’s got no windows left. I know Dean will fix her up but damn.

That’s actually smart…instead of sifting through the pennies to find one minded before 1982, just shove them all in the ghoulpire’s mouth and hope for the best. Which does seem to have worked

I take it back. She’s got her passenger’s side windows left. To think we started this episode with a fresh wash, and now Dean’s rolling her totally busted up, engine barely working, hardly any windows left (and the ones she does have are covered in blood) out of the Oregon town. Poor Baby

“Death in Heaven”

Plot Description: with cybermen in the streets of London, old friend unite against old enemies

Does that mean we’re gonna get Not Vriska, Jenny, and Strax?? Perhaps a little River??

Ok, Clara, you pretended to be the Doctor once, let’s not get carried away and think you can pull that off again in the face of the cybermen

Missy calling the cybermen her boys is hilarious. I love it

Oh, Oswin! And Kate Stewart!! I AM excited to see her back! Both of them, really, but kind of mostly Kate

Join me in this episode where I try to figure out if I like Kate or Missy more of if I can simply simp for both

🎵I think I’ve seen this film before, and I didn’t like the ending 🎶 (and I mean like…three days ago on supernatural)

(I’m also now thinking about how I’m going to have to purchase season 4 of Sherlock…and within the next month because we are winding down on this project)

Why…would you incapacitate the Doctor??

I’m trying to trust the process but am I supposed to believe that human consciousnesses are being literally rained down into graves and THAT is somehow going to create more cybermen? Does that make sense to anyone else??

This guy working in the morgue would not survive the first five minutes of a Supernatural episode

The differences between how members of the government treat the Doctor and his authority on Earth is incredibly interesting. Harriet Jones immediately went behind Ten’s back to shoot retreating aliens out of the sky. Kate said Twelve’s word is literally law as soon as he boards this plane

The Doctor’s disdain for the military never fails to make me happy.

EXCUSE ME?? He’s president of EARTH? The DOCTOR?!?!

I had no idea Clara was canonically like a month older than me. She always seemed younger. Is Jenna younger than me? (Quick google break) She’s older than me! By like 8 months but STILL!!

I knew from the moment this cyberman showed up, it was Danny. But the sad head fall as he said “correct” when Clara (still trying to pretend to be the Doctor) said she’s an excellent liar. Oh it’s heartbreaking

The Master tried to either enslave or destroy the ENTIRE human race and Oswin is still like “she wasn’t even the worst” also…love that she used Missy’s new pronouns. Trans inclusive radical misogynist Steven Moffat wrote this one

Gotta love the Doctor’s subtle way of telling people “you’d make a really good companion.” When you only have to say “all of time and space?” And people know? Hell yeah

Everyone’s being advised to stay the hell away from cemeteries so of course we’re gonna plop Clara down in the middle of one. Makes sense

I can’t even take the trope of sex pollen in fanfic seriously, how are you going to try to make me take cyber-pollen seriously??

That’s a really good question. How DO you win a war against an enemy who can weaponize the dead?

I saw a post here the other day that I wish I had either reblogged or liked or thrown in my drafts about how the worst thing you can do to the Doctor is interrogate or torture him. Because the person being interrogated or tortured is the only irreplaceable person in the room, and you’ve just given the person whose main weapon is words a stage where their words are the most important thing. And it’s a little bit what Missy’s doing here. She fed info to UNIT about 3W, the company she founded to figure out how to turn the dead into cybermen, so it would bring everyone together including the Doctor to do her big reveal. I love her

(Oh this is a LONG episode)

I love her even more now. She’s singing “Hey Mickey” but replacing Mickey with Missy. We stan a bitch with audacity and confidence who’s definitely unhinged

Sorry rando guards and Oswin, but it was also really delicious when Missy killed you

They really need to stop underestimating how many cybermen are around

This is TORTURE. I don’t even like Danny that much but it’s AWFUL to have to watch him hear Clara say that she’ll always trust and forgive the Doctor. That she’s his best friend and he’s hers…….and she’s never lie to the Doctor. OMG.

YEAH! How shit do you feel now, Clara??

Missyyyyyyyyy, why’d you have to go and kill Kate too??

Missy has exactly zero hinges. I love her so much

Omg, yeah. Justified.

Yes, it was cool that the Doctor called the TARDIS to him and dove into it but…please. Some decorum.

I’m not saying that Danny’s necessarily wrong about the Doctor, I’m just saying that his hatred towards him has been the most complex of all the companions’ attachments. And I do think that Danny does…or did underestimate Clara a bit

There’s no way she did all this solely to give the Doctor an army as a birthday gift…oh…look, the Doctor has taken some undue authority roles over the years but that’s not what he wanted. And to make him the general of this army of cybermen because the only thing that will keep humanity alive is going out and conquering the rest of the universe is DIABOLICAL (I say kicking my feet and giggling)

See? Yeah. He’s an idiot with a box and a screwdriver (his words). So he gives the army to Danny, who gives the order to burn the clouds turning people into cybermen. I’ll admit it is a nice full circle moment

How did Kate survive that fall? *the dawning realization* one of the cybermen who was near the plane was her father. He caught her and saved her and I’m CRYING (I’ve seen very little Old Who, but I’m still crying)

Danny sending the kid he either couldn’t save or got killed (I truly wasn’t paying attention at that point) back to earth to live his life as he should

Omg, they’re lying to each other worse than the Winchesters. He didn’t find Gallifrey and she’s not still with Danny. Missy lied and Danny’s very dead now. Wtf? Why are they like this??

Oh thank god someone finally said that the two of them weren’t alright. BUT I WASNT EXPECTING IT TO BE ACTUAL SANTA CLAUS

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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punkscowardschampions · 2 years ago

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Bea & Fraze Pt.3

[Okay, summary, it was Fraze and Ray’s 13th, Fraze was having a party and some gal kissed him as a present so Bea peaced out, said gal became his gf and Baze were NOT on good terms, we forced them together for a Rocky babysitting moment, they burnt JoeRay’s weird shit and had it out eventually, ILYs were exchanged but Bea wasn’t sure if he meant as a brother or a boyfriend because the world likes to confuse y’all about what you are and what you can be to each other; the next day Fraze dumped this poor gal like he said he would and then Baze ditched school to go on a romantic building site date, first kisses as not literal children happened as well as some more firsts and discussions of more later, as well as attempts to work out how y’all can be together and not have it out there]

Bea: [‘if they wanna think it’s funny now’ like that would be ideal because we all know that is not the reception it would get lol ‘it’s better, when we talk’]

Fraze: [‘they’d tell themselves it’s the same’ like we’re still those little kids etc which is obvs why y’all aren’t planning to let them know any of it and that goes without saying]

Bea: [‘let ‘em’ because we know it ain’t, lifting our head up to look at you ‘none of them know what it’s like when it’s just us’]

Fraze: [‘they don’t know us how we know each other’ because cliche or not, it’s true, especially in his case and soz but none of you have earnt the right to know him like that is how he feels about it]

Bea: [‘no one does’ with an unspoken no one will being obvious in our case]

Fraze: [just look at her with all the feeling because there’s no way to even verbalise how much it means that he’s the one person she let in and that she really can trust him with having done that and also lowkey no need to say it either cos y’all know]

Bea: [‘shut up and kiss me’ way up in your grill already because we can’t handle any of this right now or ever so]

Fraze: [do use her hair to bring her in for a really good kiss thank you]

Bea: [make use of the fact neither of you have got up or dressed and be touching all the bare skin you would have no call to touch before now, like his chest and stomach, wrapping your arms and legs around his back because don’t want to let go or leave this moment]

Fraze: [we have to shamelessly say she has a scar somewhere even if it’s tiny af and faded af from being old, hence lowkey forgotten about, purely so we can say it isn’t forgotten about by him and he’s touching it now wherever it may be, more lightly than he’s ever touched anything ever, I don’t make the rules, but actually I do and I insist, not stopping kissing her to find it, obvs, cos he just knows where it is without having to even look]

Bea: [when the way he knows you never ceases to amaze you for real, he knows things that you don’t even know he knows or would think to imagine he does, obviously finding a conversely newer scar on his body, (‘cos he’s that sort of boy), specifically from when you were not talking in that week of torture, touching it with the same care but with a slightly more !! pressure because we’re saying we didn’t stop paying attention to you nor giving a shit, obviously it was the complete opposite, however we tried to play it]

Fraze: [oh lads, so cinematic, when you’ve gotta just wordlessly encourage her to give you a lovebite about this, like you too can actually leave a scar anywhere on my body if you want to, because he did give her a tiny one earlier but I don’t think she has because she was trying to be chill, and if she did it won’t be as dramatic as he’s giving her permission to be in this moment]

Bea: [I likewise don’t think she has because letting you lead this entirely lest we go too far and ruin everything was very much the vibe of how we were behaving; but now we’re here as wordlessly debating all the possible places we could give you a lovebite, and if we should do it somewhere you can hide it or just go for the neck as is classic because it isn’t like they had to have given them to each other just because they both have them (obvs it is a bit more suss but mcvickers have a newborn so they’re not paying that sort of attention), hence we’re pressing our head so close into his neck, lowkey just enjoying being there and feeling his pulse and the heat of his skin before we go in]

Fraze: [when you gotta lol, in a hot way, ofc, at her teasing him, because he LOVES to do it in any sense, wind up merchant he is, and he’s as about when she’s doing it back, but then she’s doing the most so it’s an even hotter lol like okay damn, because we all remember his lovebite was barely one and he’s likewise thinking about how he’s gonna be more extra about the next one]

Bea: [smiling at him but you’re so cuddled into him he probably can’t see so the ‘what are you laughing at?’ in his ear has to express how much you’re into it too, which it of course will, giving his earlobe a little tug like you’re so offended]

Fraze: [‘can take a swot out the classroom’ like you can’t get over how well she followed your wordless instructions there, cos where’s the lie, she really did and you’re really not]

Bea: [‘I know what you want’ almost dismissively in the sense we see that as an absolute given like well of course ‘can’t you think of anything better to call me?’ folding your arms between y’all so you’ve put that much distance so you can actually look at him again, in your faux madness at this]

Fraze: [😏 because he’s that smug self-confident bitch too so we love to see you feeling yourself as well, gal, along with just knowing it’s true, raising an incredible eyebrow anyway though cos gotta give out a lil challenge with it or who are they ‘what’s better than honesty, babe?’ like soz you’re SUCH a swot though actually]

Bea: [‘plenty of things, too bad you ain’t about to find out’ like lol this is no way to seduce anyone, sitting up if not actually getting up with it]

Fraze: [pulling her back down with such where do you think you’re going energy because we all know you aren’t actually mad sis and you don’t wanna go nowhere]

Bea: [LOOKING at him ‘I’m just smart’ when you eventually say anything after such a !! pause, because that’s the last thing you really wanted to say and the last thing he’d imagine]

Fraze: [‘smarter than me’ because it’s just a fact not a woe as me thing as far as he is concerned, while he’s doing the most to outdo her in the lovebite stakes, somewhere she can hide though, because of how hard he’s going at this, to show that he knows what she wants and can read her too, booksmart or not]

Bea: [shaking your head because not how we see it because we’re not a massive snob who only values booksmarts here but that becomes irrelevant when we’re having to use your shoulder to cover our mouth so we don’t make all the noise about this lovebite moment]

Fraze: [you’re not your sister, we all know it, oh Ro, don’t get me started truly ‘you was clever enough to come here with us’ because what a good decision, all round]

Bea: [my boo says we ain’t going there honey and she’s so right for that, not thinking about you right now sweaty; ‘that does feel like a very good idea right now’ emphasizing the feel with moving against him]

Fraze: [doing his own nod, basically just rubbing his face against her skin because of where he is ‘you got any more?’ because you know she does, she has so many she’s been holding back from you/gradually telling you so]

Bea: [doing your own hot lol as if it tickled but it just felt nice, as does all this closeness and contact, humming and biting your lip like you’re thinking so you don’t give it all away at once]

Fraze: [‘I’ll have them all off you’ as he’s doing the most to try and make her tell him by kissing and touching her in all the ways he’s found out give the best reactions based on what they’ve already been up to, because filed all that knowledge away for an opportunity exactly like this]

Bea: [‘typical’ like so you but how we sound is giving away the positive we actually see that as before our physical reactions can even give us away ‘I know you know what comes next’ because not saying you’re clueless, not by this age]

Fraze: [don’t mind him just kissing down her body not at all casually because he isn’t clueless, making me die as per the way all characters have such complete and utter disregard for their surroundings lol, god bless]

Bea: [‘I’ll do you first’ like you don’t have to go down on me to earn it because we don’t know if you actually want to or what, we don’t have that kind of experience of actually reciprocal relationships and not the other person purely doing what they want always]

Fraze: [‘I’m here now’ which doesn’t sound at all as begrudging as it sounds typed haha, he’s like no no shh shh and simply determined to give this his best shot, despite not having a clue what he’s doing, it’s okay, boy, blag it, we’ve all gotta fake it til we make it sometimes]

Bea: [‘it’s different when you’re there’ hiding our head in our hands right now because we mean you can very much see it/us all as opposed to your mutual masturbation vibe; but are we saying this like I hate it and I want to stop? No, more like, what if YOU don’t like it, which in fairness he is a teenage boy and they say stupid shit to sound funny when they’re in a crowd so, I can see what you’re thinking, girl]

Fraze: [‘trust me’ with as much feeling, if not more than all the other times he’s said it so far this convo, because truly, what else is there to say or do, just this and then you’ve gotta show her she can by obvs not hating this or being that teen boy horrific cliche, gotta let you shine like that at least, even if you don’t with the oral skills you haven’t got yet, enthusiasm and checking in with her reactions counts for a lot, as we’ve said before]

Bea: [just nodding again so you don’t have to say I do right now but that’s the truth, just lying back down from however you’d sat yourself up to talk to him so you aren’t fully LOOKING at him whilst he does this, covering your mouth with the back of your hand]

Fraze: [imagine the pressure if she was STARING at him, but you’ll be fine, boy, I won’t do you dirty and say this goes horrifically wrong, we don’t need to be putting you off for life]

Bea: [you’re not smashed or a dickhead who refuses to take direction or is just purely oblivious so really it can’t exactly go wrong, lbr, hence another swear word coming out like a prayer casually, despite our efforts to be quiet]

Fraze: [when you gotta lol again, not at all casually the hottest lol, because love to hear it always ‘yeah, you pure love me now’ getting that scouse out, accidentally sounding like your sister because she always says that instead of really but we aren’t gonna think about that rn]

Bea: [when the ‘shut up’ just sounds like you want him to get back to what he was doing so you gotta give him a little kick as well, obviously with a smirk because not fuming]

Fraze: [do get back to what you’re here to do, boy, but give her leg a squeeze as the equivalent of the kick, but also a hot, stay still kind of move like the where do you think you’re going one, and just because you want to]

Bea: [making a small !! noise because you’re both taking this at a relatively slow pace for obvious reasons of not fucking the other up but you can’t kill your whole reaction or what would be the point]

Fraze: [it’ll give you confidence to be more !! yourself because we know y’all in the future and always and we know damn well that’s what you both like, softness has its place but that’s rarer for y’all than it is some of the couples we have, so, do the most, and if you wanna lowkey just be manhandling her all over this floor the entire time you can]

Bea: [‘I’m not gonna say it’ purely for the principle and how much you’re dying and thus he is trying to make you say you love him, obviously, lol, of course sounding THE MOST indecent you have ever thus far]

Fraze: [‘you fucking are’ with the same energy she said I know what you want earlier, it being an absolute given, because he is doing the absolute most and it has become a competition at this point like when they were trying to make each other cum first before, giving her a very indecent inner thigh lovebite as soon as he’s said it, to really try and make her]

Bea: [we all know you’re gonna lose but you’re also gonna give it your all, of course, literally moving away from you on this floor and crossing your legs like nope, am not but you’re fully this 😈 as well, me like your uniforms are gonna be dusty as hell, good thing the ball has been dropped around here huns lol]

Fraze: [the most indecent playfight ever ensuing here to get her back where she was, in every sense, can’t even call it a playfight cos this boy is not playing lol, so !! and so much stronger and bigger than her]

Bea: [when all you can do is LOOK at him with the biggest eyes ever because you’re likewise keeping your mouth shut so tight in this moment but you gotta let it be known]

Fraze: [taking a sec to pause and kiss her the most forcefully he is capable of to literally force her mouth open because obviously, simply must, giving all the SAY IT energy possible without speaking]

Bea: [put all that pent-up noise and energy into making out with him as aggressively as he started this, trying to switch your positions with it]

Fraze: [god loves a trier gal but we are all aware in no world is he letting you and you are gonna end up pinned so !! that it’ll actually hurt, soz not soz he has a job to do here and despite starting that makeout sesh he isn’t gonna get derailed from finishing it, kiss back down her body again to end up where you need to be, but so much more aggressively than when he did it the first time, duh]

Bea: [moaning his name because you have to say something at this point and that’s the only suitable substitute really as you’re here struggling against this pin more as a way to shamelessly move against him and what he’s doing]

Fraze: [the way he’d be moving against her too is frankly dangerous given y’all’s lack of clothes, get back to this oral please before y’all end up having unprotected sex on this day, there’s already a newborn child y’all are gonna have to raise]

Bea: [the way you’re going to cum at least once before you let yourself say this and lose, heavy quotation marks there, literally until you cannot handle it anymore ‘cos you know it’s the only way he’s gonna stop this]

Fraze: [it’s the immediate ‘I love you too’ as soon as she’s said it, and the way he then moves to makeout with her again with only slightly less chill even though I’m sure his jaw feels like it’s gonna fall off because he doesn’t care about that]

Bea: [we’re holding his face with the softness we first did because thinking the same thing but not concerned enough to stop kissing you]

Fraze: [not gonna stop til you’re forced to by needing to take a breath or whatever because too !! about everything that’s just happened, and even then, barely moving away to take said breath, just enough that it’s his turn to look at her with his biggest eyes because what a day we’re having, playing with her hair again because we can all imagine the state it’s in]

Bea: [just stroking his cheek and doing your own mini hot lol because our sentiments exactly ‘should’ve dumped her earlier’ as if you’ve wasted longer than a week or whatever with that lil relationship]

Fraze: [‘you should’ve said’ because he immediately dumped her the literal second Bea told him to, iconic behaviour that he is completely unrepentant about]

Bea: [‘you shouldn’t need telling’ jabbing him, gently though lol, in said cheek]

Fraze: [‘I did though’ said casually but his eyes are not at all casually spelling out that he needed her to tell him how she felt about this]

Bea: [‘need and want are different things’ like he just wants to hear you say these things like you just did there and then]

Fraze: [‘not to us’ because he is v much a everything he wants he will go after like it is a need, like all the mcvickers kids he doesn’t know how to want or like anything casually, it’s gotta be all-consuming and literally drive him on]

Bea: [when you obviously agree in the way he means it so doing a one-shoulder shrug like well yeah, true]

Fraze: [‘am who I am’ with his own shrug, emphasising this by finding another bottle of booze out of the stash, because I think the one they were on was empty, and lighting cigarettes for both of them, looking amazing doing this, excuse him]

Bea: [smoke this cigarette and at least find your skirt and blouse to throw back on because basically naked here, go to the window/the place where the window will be, idk the vibe, looking out to see what you can see from here and if anyone is about]

Fraze: [join her, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind and resting your head on the top of hers to have a look because it’s fun, you can do the thing where you imagine living here and thus mess about imagining your fictional neighbours while you smoke and have a drink and give her some time to recover from however many orgasms she ended up having there, I’d like to note he isn’t getting dressed properly at all because this boy does not give a single shit and walks around topless always lol]

Bea: [can we appreciate you’ve not ever been able to be this close ‘cos you aren’t JoeRay and thus can’t play it off as sibling intimacy although like, they a little old for that everyone but we get it, look the other way; so the way we’re just looking up at you, not even joining in but listening and engaged, obviously ‘don’t have to know your neighbours in London’ like won’t matter at all when we live there because everyone keeps to themselves, as is the stereotype]

Fraze: [the grin he’s gonna shamelessly do when she says this because it’s the stereotype but it’s also the dream, everyone is well aware you have childhood trauma from the debt era and the idea of anyone coming to the door still puts you on edge to this day, my poor boy ‘don’t get no garden for footie neither’ but said like it’s a worth it sacrifice we’re very willing to make]

Bea: [‘you’ll be a bit old’ like it’s so childish to play football past school-age lol, nudging him ‘unless that’s how you plan to afford living there’]

Fraze: [a frown like excuse you, when you were thinking of the kids you blatantly wanna have when you’re older but you don’t wanna verbalise that to her rn because you know that’s a weird thing to already be thinking about as a 13 year old boy but what can I say, he’s 13 going on 31 ‘old as to be picked out for none of that’ because they scout kids so early to be footballers it’s wild]

Bea: [wrapping your arms around him like don’t frown at me grumpy, taking the bottle to have a swig ‘cos you haven’t yet this time around, also I think boys are just as romantic as girls if not more so ‘cos they legit think things are going to happen like that whereas a lot of girls feel like they’re deluding themselves despite the signs they’re given and I said what I said on that ‘they don’t even play it properly here’ as if you’re consoling him about being past it]

Fraze: [I wholeheartedly agree my boo, but going by his friends in this era I get why you’re keeping your mouth closed on the subject atm sir, tipping the bottle up playfully when she takes her swig cos he knows she can hack it and won’t even flinch never mind choke like so many peeps would if he did that ‘loads I can do else, I ain’t worried’ because he genuinely isn’t, the confidence and the willingness to grind and hustle are too real already for this boy]

Bea: [mhmm, boys put on the front so hard, why we gotta lads, why; and you right, drinking however much drink is getting poured into our mouth here like its easy because there’s no alternative soz, and when it is just a given you agree with this so you aren’t even replying to it ‘what do you think he’ll do?’ meaning Joe because only one older than y’all and thus the one who will go out into the world first]

Fraze: [when you don’t wanna think about it because your thoughts are BAD like he’ll be dead or a crackhead and soz hun that you aren’t wrong, so just shaking his head with his jaw so firmly set like no I don’t wanna go there and talk about that]

Bea: [shouldn’t have gone there hun but we’re not an apologizer and think that this should be being addressed way more than it is by anyone, not that y’all can do much yourselves but here we are, walk away from him and the window ‘cos even if you’re not apologising you still know what you said and you should give him space]

Fraze: [when you’re also that bitch so what frustrates you most is there is nothing you can do + the fact this is hard for you to talk about because you’re not a bitch who holds back on your opinions ever usually so that’s frustrating too, take a sec to push all that back down how you gotta and then come back and take the bottle back like it’s casual]

Bea: [raising a brow as he takes it like oh okay, it’s that time again, finding your bra so you can put that back on and be fully dressed here]

Fraze: [when you don’t want her to be fully dressed or the vibe to change, especially not because of Joseph, full offence hun, so another playfight has gotta ensue over that bra when she finds it and before she can put it on like no don’t, the lack of fucks given if this bottle fully falls to the floor and smashes, priorities always]

Bea: [when that’s exactly why you were getting dressed so you’re like excuse me sir, folding your arms like fine ‘keep it, pervert’ as if that’s the tea here lmao because at least some of this tension is diffused]

Fraze: [gonna have to say you at least put your trousers back on earlier purely so you can stuff said bra in the pocket and fold your own arms like okay I will]

Bea: [just looking at his pockets silently thinking don’t forget that’s there before you throw them in the wash because imagine]

Fraze: [getting out and giving her another sherbet lemon from his pocket as if that’s what she wanted and it isn’t just that he wants to do the absolute most putting that into her mouth]

Bea: [rolling your eyes playfully like omg, subtle much because you haven’t reciprocated yet and now we’re both thinking about it ‘aren’t you supposed to ask too?’ once you’ve eventually put this sweet in your mouth and stopped playing with it on your tongue]

Fraze: [‘don’t you want to?’ as if she’s just asked him to beg and he’s like in no world will I because never has for anything ever and never will, he’s as stubborn as I am, sweaty]

Bea: [crossing your arms in front of you in an X like incorrect, shrugging like sorry lollollol]

Fraze: [doing his own shrug like whatever then because like I said, as stubborn as me]

Bea: [shaking your head as you go again to find your bag and your phone to look at the time because your loss so literally this time boy]

Fraze: [letting her even though it is his loss, so me vibes, sir why are we like this?]

Bea: [my boo says oh boy, we gotta sort this out lmao, we are equally as stubborn in this way though ‘cos are going to blatantly just be walking out ‘cos what else can you do if you’re not gonna relent]

Fraze: [‘where you going?’ before she can actually leave, cos obvs, don’t want you to gal and we know you don’t really want that either]

Bea: [‘don’t know’ because Tess is still on maternity leave at this point so you can’t go home until you’re meant to, leaning against the door/where the door would be like are you coming or what are we doing here]

Fraze: [throw her bra at her, in a casual not aggressive way like you’ll need this if you’re really leaving, making no move to himself because likewise nowhere to go and we like it here]

Bea: [dropping some info about the kids you hang around with like so and so said they were going here to do xyz, whatever boring shit you find to do as kids who can’t do much, after school, like assumed you’d wanna be there because it’s probably getting towards schools out time soon, just ignoring our bra wherever it is]

Fraze: [just making a face that shows how little he cares about any of those peeps or what they are doing because that is and will always be the tea, soz to said peeps but not really]

Bea: [doing a small sound of amusement at his reaction ‘doubt [his ex] will show her face’ as if that’s why he doesn’t want to, ‘cos clearly not that type to front it out to try and make it awkward]

Fraze: [‘give less of a fuck, like’ because truly, she has not crossed his mind all day and he isn’t gonna spare her a thought now]

Bea: [just doing a smile with the same energy as your amusement there ‘they’re boring’ just like it’s a fact because it is to us]

Fraze: [‘every cunt but you’ also like it’s a fact because he’s always said that]’

Bea: [sitting back down, still in this doorway moment but it’s clear we aren’t going to walk out right this second so there’s no need to act like it ‘what are we gonna do, about them all, keeping it a secret?’]

Fraze: [‘forget ‘em all, we go where we want and do what we like, if they’re about for any of it, can count themselves proper lucky’ the way he’s casually like I don’t need friends, they were always an afterthought and now they are in my way so bye]

Bea: [just staring at him for a sec like you have to gauge if he’s being serious when you already know he always is, not at all casually crawling over to wherever he is still so you can be up in his grill ‘unlucky, I was just about to say you could have another girlfriend’ ‘cos thinking you might have to attempt to do that if you were serious, even though we know you couldn’t do it and you know that yourself lol]

Fraze: [‘no you weren’t’ cos we all remember how jealous she got over that one despite the fact he clearly wasn’t even that into it lol ‘I make my own luck and own decisions, reckon I can do better than repeating that bullshit on both counts without having to do much’ like no thanks we won’t be attempting that again]

Bea: [nod like yeah, I was, ‘cos saying and doing are two different things honey ‘do you?’ being as close as you can get to his face without your lips touching]

Fraze: [shaking his head at the same time as he reaches for her face to make her shake hers to doubly be like NO YOU WEREN’T again because the levels he never ever wants to hear that suggestion come out of her mouth, uni era included, then touching her lips when she’s that in his grill, as if there’s some stray sherbet on them he just has to get, by really quickly running his tongue over them, nbd]

Bea: [pouting at him for doing that so quickly and shaking your head some more about it like unacceptable, thank you, hoping the way your mouth looks is reminding him of what he could be doing rn]

Fraze: [literally stopping her head mid shake by kissing her, we know he’s gotta because can’t resist]

Bea: [got to kiss you in a way that is really driving home what that mouth do, not soz about it]

Fraze: [if you can ever stop kissing for a single sec given what her mouth can do, saying her name in a way that makes it beyond obvious he’s asking now the way he would not earlier]

Bea: [not gonna be cruel about it and are blatantly also wanting to do this for our own reasons here as well as wanting to show you how it feels, so wasting no time at all in making the show out of working your way down and dealing with his trousers once again]

Fraze: [me like oh boy you gonna DIE, this gal knows too much, I hope it’s not embarrassingly fast so she does actually get chance to show off a lil bit because some good should come out of all the horrible reasons she has those skills in the first place]

Bea: [at least we’ve given y’all a cool off time so you’ll have to work him up and you aren’t just making him cum immediately, not that you would care or be a bitch but y’all deserve to make the most out of this moment]

Fraze: [they do deserve that and they are so welcome, live your best lives lads because you can’t stay here forever however much you might wanna and you definitely can’t hook up here, not on my watch, so enjoy this moment, both of y’all]

Bea: [mhmm, you’ve got to show some concern for safety because the way no one needs a baby right now cannot be overstated]

Fraze: [mcvickers are an excellent advert for contraception for y’all, beating even feral teen hormones, no offence guys but it’s true, especially for baze who have got big plans and are busy]

Bea: [will be getting a doctors appointment immediately tah, not even bothered about the inevitable convo that will illicit because you can’t just do these things privately as a child, they’d have to let mcvickers know, but we’re not thinking about that here and now as we’re lying on your chest]

Fraze: [likewise will be stealing condoms from a shop immediately I’m sure, probably on your way home when you have to go later lbr cos mcvickers don’t need to know about that, and god knows if your school is handing them out to you because ireland is an actual madness so probably don’t rely on that possibility, ANYWAY, rn just here DYING and DEAD]

Bea: [‘better?’ whether we mean do you feel better after that, was that better than you imagined or some combination or inbetween answer is unclear but we’re grinning up at you]

Fraze: [a nod because regardless he do feel better and that was better than he imagined so either way, tis a yes from him and he can’t speak rn cos that dead about it]

Bea: [kiss his cheek and just be looking at how cute he is ‘so glad your parents room is downstairs’ as a whisper ‘cos near his ear and truly ‘not just ‘cos the baby is down there with ‘em’ at least that’s something kids]

Fraze: [gotta do your own grin at her because hard same always but especially now that you’ve done all this and you’re both thinking about what else there is still to do, and he’s very much thinking about how loud he can get away with making her be]

Bea: [laugh but also hide in your massive hair because you’re blushing thinking about this too ‘we’re doing it in your room’ as an FYI as we’re untangling you from our hair that is inevitably getting you too]

Fraze: [he loves it because she’s not one of these gals who is always blushing about things, just having a casual playfight with her hair because there is so much of it, helping her out with what she’s trying to do but actually hindering because being distracting, giving her a o clock like it’s a date she’s showing up to his room for, cos we’ve already said earlier in this convo when we wrote it before that tonight is the night, why would they wait when they’ve waited long enough]

Bea: [‘if I’ve finished my homework’ like it’s so casual and we are that swot for real, shrugging like you’ll have to wait and see, boy]

Fraze: [an eye roll as if she’s being serious when we know she isn’t ‘alright, fine, I’ll use a teacher voice when I tell you how good it was’ like he’s gonna give her a grade for this/say something like the comments they write on the bottom of your work]

Bea: [pushing him which means pushing yourself up so you’re leaning over him, tickling his face with your hair ‘yeah, right’ ‘cos that’s so not your style ‘if you was gonna you’d give a one word answer and that’d probably be alright’]

Fraze: [‘stop telling us to shut up and you might get more out of it, and me’ because she do keep saying that, but saying it like he absolutely doesn’t ever want her to stop saying it because it’s been hot af every single time]

Bea: [‘are you asking me to be nice to you?’ raising a brow and running your fingers across the plains of his face and down his neck to his collarbones ‘I can be nice’ like he’s just suggested you cannot]

Fraze: [echoing her ‘yeah, right’ from a sec ago, because not her style and we all know he doesn’t want it to be really lol, pulling her closer to him though just automatically like this is a competition and you’ve gotta prove you can be nicer/are the nice one]

Bea: [‘yeah, right’ with yes I am and now you shall see emphasis in how we are saying it now, paired with hugging him in the softest way you can muster like you’re this sort of girl]

Fraze: [pushing her away like he’s HORRIFIED lol because she isn’t that sort of girl and he isn’t that sort of boy like okay you win but don’t make a habit of that thank you]

Bea: [shaking your head like how rude but that’s how you knew he’d react thus why you did it]

Fraze: [pulling her back in though purely because the novelty of being this close to each other hasn’t worn off and he loves that he can if he wants to, sitting her on him the way they started this way back when they first got to this house]

Bea: [making the smallest noise of contentment about being like this again, even if you’re also !! ‘cos of what you know you can’t do yet and how easy it would be to]

Fraze: [‘why the fuck wouldn’t I stash them here when I done the rest?’ because made a point to leave a lil booze stash here but you didn’t think of leaving any contraception here, rookie mistake, cos reading her mind there]

Bea: [we know why so our look is conveying as much ‘should by rights make you wait ages, anyway’ like that’s what most of your friends will be dealing with ‘cos y’all are younger than the standard losing your v age rn so true ‘if ever’]

Fraze: [‘you have’ because how it feels given he’s been in love with her essentially his entire life, even though you are still babies basically]

Bea: [a short nod because obviously it feels the same for us ‘I’m not waiting any longer, there’s no point, you can’t say shit about it anyway’ because it’s not as if he can go and tell the world you’re a hoe, which is what most gals are afraid of and we wouldn’t even care anyway]

Fraze: [‘I wouldn’t say shit’ because he wouldn’t, not about her ever, he’d literally kill anyone who did and he’s said that before so]

Bea: [‘you know what I mean’ because we all know you have to keep this secret, as unfair as that seems at times]

Fraze: [‘I know we’ll not get caught, yeah’ said like it’s a given again because to y’all it is, you know you’re those bitches who can be sneaky and pull this off]

Bea: [‘we never do’ because you truly always have been ‘we don’t want to, is why’ rolling your eyes ‘cos think JoeRay are just shameless attention seekers, even if their need for attention is valid]

Fraze: [a sigh at joeray cos they are really pissing him off always but especially lately, soz y’all don’t know Ray’s death is looming and therefore think things are gonna like this aka this frustrating for ages yet ‘dunno how we’re related’ cos not all like them and it’s a point of pride for you at this point]

Bea: [things are peaking with how bad they are because she’s dying at the end of July and it’s May so, not long but as far as you know they’re just getting worse and worse with no end in sight ‘know the feeling’ with a nudge because we feel similarly about Rosaline, even as the 8 year old she is right now lmao]

Fraze: [shaking his head in a fuck the lot of them type of way because cba to waste time thinking or talking about any of them if they’re gonna suck this hard, same as his friends, the way baze are lowkey sociopaths a lil bit amuses me ‘they don’t live here’ like y’all do and you can just keep enjoying being here forever, idk if there’s stairs in this place or what but regardless, carrying her to a different ‘room’ of this house and kick drawing a bed shape in the dust with his foot to then lay her down on and makeout with her again]

Bea: [the truth is they do care really but they’re not going to sacrifice themselves to try and save any of y’all, soz you’re flopping rn and they have to protect their peace fam; with that in mind making out with you like we truly never have to leave and it can just be y’all and this house that isn’t a house yet ‘I just need you’ in between these kisses]

Fraze: [just be here showing her how much you need her too by kissing her like your life depends on it sir]

Bea: [biting his bottom lip gently but insistently because you’re very !! even if you don’t know exactly what you’re asking for here]

Fraze: [doing a noise about it that’s very !! by his standards, dryhumping her as insistently because it’s blatant what they both wanna do here but can’t, while also touching her way more indecently that the first time he did it, for the same reason, like as hardcore as when they were having their competition to make each other cum, but that’s the level he’s starting at this time]

Bea: [following his lead and coming in harder than you were letting yourself, touching him with the same franticness that is required when there’s too much to ever be said about all your many emotions right now and in general ‘give it to me’ v much like I’m gonna win this time but also just to say it]

Fraze: [REALLY really doing the most to fuck her without that actually and accidentally happening is the entire frantic and feral vibe of this moment ‘you need it’ like she needs the win because she lost before but we’re just saying it because she said she needs him but a moment ago at the start of this makeout sesh]

Bea: [‘I want it’ pointing out that the subtle differences between the two don’t change the outcome of what is gonna happen here, obviously our voice sounds ridiculously indecent, very much doing the most to you too as well as moving against you and egging you on with our reactions]

Fraze: [doing his headshake whilst grabbing her face to make her shake hers too thing he did earlier but so much harder about how he grabs her with it because the feralness of this moment, despite the fact he said earlier there is no difference between want and need, he’s VERY much here like no you NEED it, kissing her as aggressively as he ever has again]

Bea: [pushing your head against his with the same intensity, holding his in place to stop y’all moving for a moment so you can be LOOKING into his eyes with absolutely no space between you ‘please’ saying it super quietly but with all the !! possible]

Fraze: [‘you know I-’ stopping yourself cos you were gonna say you want to and you’re like fuck that ‘need you too’ as !! because could not be more desperate to go there and do this right here and right now ‘but you’ve gotta stay smart, not behave how a thick cunt would ‘cause of me’]

Bea: [doing a little grumpy face that is pure frustration but of course you don’t wanna get pregnant or anything so you’re not disagreeing you’re just acknowledging how hard it is to not go there right now for you too ‘I’ll always be smart’ like you don’t have to worry about me because there is enough to worry about for you both and we’re not down with being added to the list]

Fraze: [‘I’ll always love you, like I said’ no notes, because he’s feeling that same frustration atm but not at you gal and he knows how smart you are/have always been/will always be, so he’s not worried]

Bea: [‘you can do it forever then’ like soon we won’t have to stop ourselves and if you mean always we’ve got loads of time to make up for this here and now]

Fraze: [‘til you get properly old and the only time we talk is when you’re telling us to do one’ with a lol as if you’re gonna be the cliche old peeps who hate each other but are still together]

Bea: [‘I’m not getting old’ not like Imma die before then vibes just that we will never be a cliche old lady because the only experience you have is your nan and that was not a mood or a moment to replicate thank you ‘if you do then I will tell you to piss off’]

Fraze: [just a look and almost imperceptible nod because that makes so much sense, nothing about her has or ever will be a cliche, saying something one of their teachers likes to say when she gets an answer right, in a good but OTT impression of said teacher, because right answer on both counts]

Bea: [‘you’re too handsome to be ignored’ like I could never, giving you another lovebite right on his jawline because the !! has gone nowhere]

Fraze: [putting the Jesus and Christ he’s both said earlier together when she does that with a fucking in the middle because really !! ‘don’t then’ and carrying on where they left off by moving so dramatically against her because HAVE TO, pressing down on the inner thigh lovebite he gave her during the oral again without looking cos like her scar he just knows exactly where it is]

Bea: [‘I can’t’ because that is true and blatantly so from the girlfriend debacle and how hard that was to keep up even for that short length of time, kissing your way to his earlobe so you can give him a lovebite there too, right as he’s grabbing that spot on your thigh making you say your own curse prayer again]

Fraze: [‘I can’t wait ‘til tonight’ said with the pure frustration of feeling like you’ll literally pass away if you’re not actually inside her soon because how it feels ‘you’re the smart one, think of something’ like she can magic up a solution for this]

Bea: [‘don’t then’ not ‘cos you’re actually gonna let him but because you’re fairly sure that this, teamed with the way you’re moving to take off your pants like you’re doing this will send him over the edge]

Fraze: [me like oh girl you’re SO right, of course it will, no notes]

Bea: [you thought of something, girl, now lie here and try to recover]

Fraze: [cupping her cheek as gently as she did his right back at the very very start, because she is the smart one and he is having a what a mind moment here about it, kissing her cheek the way he did when she was the one who cupped his cheek but more !! because the feels are somehow even higher always]

Bea: [just closing your eyes and making a soft little moan noise because you love him so much, taking hold of his hand and rubbing it against your whole face basically, kissing the side of his thumb and opening your eyes again to 🥺 at him]

Fraze: [‘I dunno how to tell you you’re loads more than pretty neither’ because not just a pretty face, she’s so so smart and he’s actually in awe of it and always has been, a throwback to when he said he didn’t know how to tell her she was pretty earlier, cos I can, resting his forehead against hers like, that brain tho fr]

Bea: [‘you can’t hide it from me’ once your foreheads are pressed together, ‘cos we know you and we know how you feel about us, that’s not in doubt at this point, not at all, even when you inevitably had to hang out with your own friends more and try to give space because you were trying for the look of it to your parents and such, we still were never like oh Fraze HATES me now ‘cos not that bitch and we knew what it was about]

Fraze: [‘no cunt’s telling the bones of me what to do’ like nope, I can’t and won’t because he’s always wanted her to know how he feels and soz mcvickers but you can’t stop him, when you’re just admitting you’re in love with her to a literal bone deep level nbd]

Bea: [‘you know what to do’ not even as a saucy suggestion but validating that we see you as equally as smart and capable as us because we do, we are kissing you though, obviously, lest we say anything else that is far more blatant, as if it matters]

Fraze: [‘to you, with you, for the forever you’ve said I can have’ a nod like yeah I do ‘I’ve some ideas’ because he’s here having imagined your whole future life, house and kids and all, we all know it and he is forever unrepentant]

Bea: [‘together’ as confirmation you agree and are here for it, smirking like oh yeah? ‘Cos we don’t doubt that ‘it’s a surprise or?’ like you gonna tell me]

Fraze: [‘when we’re there, you won’t be able to shut us up showing off about how my plan came together’ like just you wait and enjoy your peace and quiet while you can lol, Winnie play mastermind, as if this is all his masterplan whatever their life ends up looking like]

Bea: [shaking your head as an oh you but also so you can just nuzzle your face against his with it too ‘take all the credit then’ like oi but also do it ‘cos we don’t care, as long as it happens]

Fraze: [‘you know what I want’ like it’s a given and also remember when you said that and how true it also is about this because it is, of course she does ‘and what’s mine’ll be yours if fuck all goes according to plan’ because getting married is obvs step 1 after moving in together which you’ve already discussed while you’ve been in this house, soz it isn’t in your real life lads because the twins happen but y’all have no way to know rn]

Bea: [just staying quiet because there are so many practicalities to this vision you don’t need to contemplate right now at this age and you aren’t going to be the one to piss over it all, just here touching his skin again wherever takes your fancy ‘cos you can]

Fraze: [just here thinking about when he said that he’d marry her as a kid and mcvickers pissed all over it in a I’d like to see you try this time, fuckers, manner, taking her hand and rubbing his over her ring finger absentmindedly as he thinks this like he can leave a bruise or something in the shape and place of where a ring would be purely from wanting it enough]

Bea: [‘do you think your parents will?’ ‘cos famously not married out here]

Fraze: [‘only if one of them’s dying from something and they see it coming’ v cynical but practical that they would so that all the legal shit is easier]

Bea: [‘mine were’ even if he knows this because slightly mad that they found the time but they were those sort of romantics like that, despite their age]

Fraze: [a nod, whether she can see or feel it, depending how y’all are positioned atm, because I feel like he would know that and he too is that romantic so he approves of it more so than he does the way mcvickers love story looks, despite there obviously being elements of that he also thinks are romantic af]

Bea: [we’re not judging you mcvickers ‘can’t imagine your mum in a dress like that’ because imagining the full princess moment and it is amusing]

Fraze: [making a face that I hope she can see because it would be so funny ‘she’d never, he’d be in the dress before her’ not shading you Fearghal but where’s the lie on Tess never rocking a meringue ever, and lowkey are shading Tommy for fully wearing dresses as a kid and Joe for being the emo he is in eyeliner and nail polish and everything so]

Bea: [loling because we’re lying here looking at you and that face was iconic, as are the mental images this is all conjuring ‘thank fuck it isn’t a show the little ones can force them to put on’ ‘cos imagining the dramatics that would ensue from everyone now]

Fraze: [‘it ain’t that funny’ in that ugh my family way of being a teen and the mcvickers fam actually being so weird but we know he doesn’t really give a fuck what anybody thinks and that he’s loling too because it’s contagious and he’s happy rn and there’s distance from it here ‘shut up’ but in the least shut up way ever and only the hottest way ever like don’t how they have all day, kissing her about it because the lol was cute]

Bea: [purposefully keeping laughing for the bit now like no excuse me I must ‘how bad can you look in a suit?’ like come on, you’ll be fine babe]

Fraze: [trying to cut off her lols with kisses any and everywhere he can, ending up doing the most to her earlobe so he can say in her ear ‘do you mean me or other cunts in general?’ and then reminding her of someone whether that’s a teacher or a neighbour or whoever who looks like total shit in a suit, you know the vibe]

Bea: [being distracted by what he’s doing on your ear like oh okay, sorry to this man ‘it doesn’t matter what anyone else looks like to me’ like I only notice you and you know it]

Fraze: [‘you’ll wanna marry us, how good I’ll look’ no notes, just saying he’d look that good in a suit during this mcvickers fictional wedding that she’d want to get him in one and down the aisle as soon as she can]

Bea: [doing your own ‘shut up’ and kissing you some more about it]

Fraze: [obviously picking her up and carrying her bridal style around this house including through a doorway, but please don’t do the actual way out cos y’all are not clothed enough lol, kissing her the entire time without stopping, not caring at all what you bump into or the carnage you could cause]

Bea: [telling him to stop and smacking him in the very don’t actually stop way that goes with how you’re kissing him back despite any protesting you’re doing in between]

Fraze: [finding the bottle and making her pick it up and have a drink and give you one as if y’all are doing wedding toasts/drinking to yourselves and this imminent marriage, not putting her down or stopping kissing her ever, getting in a mess with this booze about it]

Bea: [not y’all getting in this total mess when you’ve gotta go home, soz we’re too into it to care that we’re going to smell like booze so hardcore, tis decadence like you have not experienced before casually]

Fraze: [thank god mcvickers have a baby to contend with and won’t notice because the fucks y’all are not giving with your lovebites and your reeking of booze, god bless, make the most of this freedom before everything goes to shit and you’re lowkey raising that baby your damn selves]

Bea: [oh it’s already lowkey the least of their worries and soon will be in the realest way, already getting overlooked tbh, oh lads]

Fraze: [mhmm, I love you mcvickers and I always will but you know what you did]

Bea: [soz to do this to y’all but somethings gotta give]

Fraze: [speaking of, we should probably make y’all leave this house soon even if you don’t go home yet but I don’t wanna lol, we love it here]

Bea: [you will have to at some point, can always have someone come through this building site and spook y’all into leaving, even if that person is also just another person(s) dicking about when they shouldn’t be]

Fraze: [that’s a good idea, clearly nobody is working on it rn for whatever reason hence y’all are here but all the more reason for peeps to notice that once school is out, cos we said it’s getting near that o clock and come through]

Bea: [won’t let y’all literally be walked in on in this compromising position but you can get your clothes on and duck out before they do, taking whatever is left of the stash with you]

Fraze: [my boo says not on my watch and she’s so real for that, tbf if they are loud af older teen idiots like I’m imagining you’d defs hear them coming a mile off, running their mouths and have time to do that, we’re not even being unrealistic there]

Bea: [agreed and this clearly isn’t the only building or anything so it’s not like this is the only place to go for these boys probably pissing about with things and causing damage so run run before they see y’all ‘cos cba with having that run in]

Fraze: [love the not getting caught for y’all really validating that baze are boss babes and can do and get away with anything they want, such a mood, run run as fast as you can and have the cliched but iconic moment of eventually stopping and being all breathless and grinning cos you won again and LOOKING at each other]

Bea: [when you make a good team and nobody can deny it, hence whatever street corner we’re now on and however breathless we are we’re launching ourselves at you to have a cinematic kiss about it]

Fraze: [I love that for y’all even more because okay technically you’re very much not kissing publicly because nobody is around and even if they are it’s clearly nobody y’all know, but it’s as close to being a couple as you’re allowed to be in this era, hence really being peak romance about how he’s kissing her back here]

Bea: [like this is definitely nowhere near your home and your chances of being caught in a way that would genuinely matter are clearly slim but the way we had to kiss you without going into all this thought truly is it for me, like we were not thinking too hard even though it is fine and we clearly knew that in the back of our head]

Fraze: [agreed, I am living for and about that because one thing about this gal her brain is never off, why I stan cos same sis, what a great time we’ve all ended up having, so glad we revisited this]

Bea: [we’re all living hun, here saying his name ‘cos it won’t be the same when you have to say it again at home]

Fraze: [that’s true, say hers in response for the same reason and just also because you’re not over being able to say it like this yet]

Bea: [reacting physically to him saying your name like he did so much more ‘how am I meant to concentrate?’ ‘cos ages ‘til it’s an acceptable time for y’all to piss off to bed and we’re too into you to just be chilling doing normal after-school nonsense]

Fraze: [‘concentrate on thinking about me’ as if that’s any kind of solution sir, meanwhile he’s here putting her hair back up into the bun it started in because you can’t tell me she had time to do that before they ran, but not really, he’s very much just pulling her hair into his hand and kissing her neck very dramatically, going over the very first lovebite he did and making it more extra because he wasn’t being as !! then]

Bea: [‘not risky at all’ with a smirk that gives away that the opposite is true, obviously ‘but as long as you think about me’ with a shrug like I suppose we’ll be equal, gripping at his hair and pushing his head against you harder ‘cos any level is never enough and you can always go harder]

Fraze: [when you don’t even have to verbalise your lil catchphrase of no risk, no reward that your son and grandson have both stolen because you’re living it that hard now and acting it out with how much harder he’s going after being egged on by her like that, likewise true of what he’s going to be thinking about, it’s too blatant to need to be said when he can say her name again indecently instead and push her up against the nearest wall, wherever that may be, I’m sure it’s probably lowkey the side of someone’s house but y’all do not care]

Bea: [GASPING at how he says your name, yet again ‘if you call me that in front of the rest I’m going to be so mad at you’ pulling him into us by his waist because mad clearly doesn’t mean what it says on the tin here]

Fraze: [‘it’s your name, babe’ like you can’t get ‘mad’ at him for saying it, saying babe with the same energy like okay is this any better, purely because living for the reactions ‘what else am I gonna call you?’ said like they are both THINKING about all the indecent af alternatives, as if he’d drop something like that in front of the fam lol]

Bea: [‘then you’ll have to ignore me’ because simply unacceptable I’m afraid, it sounds too good when you say it, bunching his school shirt up in your fists with the babe and shaking your head like that won’t work either]

Fraze: [‘I can’t’ echoing when she said it, and doing the most as per to show her how true that is by really pushing himself into her in exactly the right place]

Bea: [‘we have to do this’ being vague intentionally as to whether you mean keeping the secret or literally doing what you’re doing right now, both work tbh]

Fraze: [keep doing what you’re doing as if that’s entirely what she means because yolo]

Bea: [wrap your arms around the back of his neck and let him support the full weight of your body against his, kisses going between soft and intense and teasing and messy seemingly at random as the urge takes us, trying them all out, also calling you ‘babe’ like we’re purely parroting you to take the piss but we’re also seeing how that feels in this scenario]

Fraze: [holding her waist and pulling her in closer with the same energy, matching or being completely contrasting about his kisses back as the mood likewise takes him, only pausing to LOOK at her when she says that because of the way it HIT, ofc it did]

Bea: [raising a brow like what? As if you don’t know, so then you’re pulling his head to you so you can say it some more in his ear, peppered in with his name like heheh]

Fraze: [don’t mind this boy here going so red and getting so flustered, nothing to see here anyone else, obvs he’s gotta pull her head to him with even more !! and kiss her very dramatically, including a lip bite that is so much less gentle than the one she did to him earlier, no other response is acceptable]

Bea: [the least subtle reaction of all time, so much so you gotta pull away and look around like whoops ‘smart, yeah?’ because we are not giving but we’re not actually pissed off with ourselves about it rn here because clearly no one you know is just chilling]

Fraze: [‘always’ because she said it earlier and it’s just true, she is, in her ear just to be in her ear because she was his earlier and we can pretend we’ve gotta because that reaction was so unsubtle, giving her a lovebite behind her ear where it’ll easily be hidden by all the hair she has cos again more subtle than the earlobe one he has and not matching but almost, it goes without saying how roughly he’s once again pulling that out of the way to do it]

Bea: [‘you’re too distracting’ like you’re making great effort here to be doing anything that isn’t reacting to everything he’s doing to you, play pushing him into this wall he pinned you up against]

Fraze: [‘I ain’t sorry I get to distract you like this’ too true because of how long they’ve both wanted anything like this to happen, overwhelming in the best possible ways, again pulling her into him because cannot get close enough ever, almost pulling her over with the !! of it]

Bea: [‘me either’ with the most blissed out sigh because lord knows you need distracting sometimes girl, being fully on top of you again like you got nowhere to be, just heart eyes ‘I want you’]

Fraze: [‘you want a distraction that ain’t bullshit’ because lord knows y’all have enough distractions that are bad rn and there are only more coming, little do you know ‘you need me’ yet again saying there’s no distinction but then making one, oh boy you do amuse me]

Bea: [‘the bullshit is the rest, until we can have what we want’ soz you’re such babies and you’ve got a ways to go before you can be fully on the track you’ve already decided you wanna be on, so for now kiss this boy as confirmation because yes to both want and need]

Fraze: [kiss her back as your confirmation that the bullshit is and has always been the rest, because couldn’t agree more, and at least now you are taking steps towards what you want, baby steps though they may be]

Bea: [you’re getting their kids, soz about the massive setback you’re about to be dealt, like]

Fraze: [we’re cruel cruel girls, enjoy your blissful ignorance while you have it though, even if you’re probably gonna have to move from where you are cos the peeps whose house this is are probs gonna appear from doing the school run or whatever like excuse you, start walking, however half-heartedly]

Bea: [mhmm, get your booty butts into gear, not you brushing your hand against his whilst you walk but not actually holding it]

Fraze: [why did I almost scream because I love that so much, it’s so y’all’s vibe well done boo, meanwhile I’m gonna need him to steal flowers out of someone else’s garden because of the birthday tradition and what she said about only getting flowers once a year, excuse us whoever’s garden that is]

Bea: [an absolute must, you are that bitch and you will be secretly so thrilled even if outwardly you’re loling like oh you ‘gift you stole is still a gift, suppose’ because how y’all been living]

Fraze: [‘I’ll do better when we pass a shop’ because we all know he isn’t just gonna steal condoms, he’ll be getting her fave sweets and energy drinks so they can stay up and whatever else feelsy things he spots that he thinks she’ll like, not him tucking one of these flowers into her hair, it’s fine]

Bea: [‘we should take the baby out’ ‘cos thinking that if you give Tess that break so she can deal with the other kids and chill, you won’t have to do any other chores tonight because cba dealing with the rest of you and babies are easier]

Fraze: [‘still got it, babe’ because that is such a good idea and she is so smart even if she did have that lapse earlier, v necessarily though it was]

Bea: [linking your arms like you gotta to move forward and kick a random bit of rubbish out of your path right there, doing a little bow when you untangle and move back like yeah, I know ‘whilst he’s still a mute witness’ ‘cos thinking those other kids can’t keep their mouths closed, oh if only you knew the casual trauma Ali is being subjected to lol]

Fraze: [poor Ali, we really are the biggest bastards to her ‘don’t reckon we ever bother teaching the little fucker to talk, like’ said as if they don’t it won’t ever happen because mcvickers are being that lax, because I love me some foreshadowing and if y’all only knew the amount of childcare you’re about to get lumbered with]

Bea: [my boo says honey, you got a big storm coming and it’s too true ‘I’ll keep the list of excuses in code or in my head’ tapping his temple for emphasis, ‘cos we know you’re going to have to come up with plenty]

Fraze: [‘you’re good at thinking of ‘em’ cos remembering the dentist earlier and what a stroke of genius that was, just really emphasising he’s not worried and she’s got this because wholeheartedly think so ‘bet we’ll not run out before we leg it from here’ meaning ireland for london of course, not this street literally]

Bea: [‘you’re inspiring’ shamelessly thinking about when you baited him earlier by acting like y’all were gonna do it, hence we’re grinning rn ‘of course we won’t’ because who are you if not these hoes ‘we get what we want’ like lowkey never listening to a thing a professional/adult has wanted from us a day in our life but we can fake like we are, so we aren’t worried about anyone catching us out]

Fraze: [getting SO in her grill when she grins because love it and before today it’s probably been a minute since you had cause to see it, even prior to his gf debacle, there isn’t much to grin about on the daily atm, gently grabbing her bottom lip with his thumb and finger, LOOKING at where he bit it before ‘I want you’ to echo when she said it, and because he does, tis true]

Bea: [having to do the biggest, widest eyes at him because what else can you do when it is this mutual and he’s got you like this, biting his thumb but really gently, more just holding it briefly with your teeth]

Fraze: [‘fuck you’ like she’s just bitten his finger off, except not at all because it’s said exactly like an ILY, with all the feeling in the world, and as soft as he ever says anything]

Bea: [saying your ‘fuck you’ against his fingertips, still LOOKING at him, obviously because couldn’t be more into it and in love with you right now]

Fraze: [returning this LOOK with the biggest hearteyes attached to it because hard same, just pushing his fingers into her mouth more, playing with her tongue, all very gently and slowly still, because obviously that’s what we’re up to on this random street rn]

Bea: [brushing some hair behind your ears as a shameless excuse to touch the stem of the flower he put behind one of them as you’re encouraging him to do the most by lightly flicking your tongue against his prying fingers]

Fraze: [just here having the most unusual playfight via her tongue and his fingers don’t mind them, meanwhile also leaning well in so he can brush his lips against each of her knuckles individually while she’s touching that flower stem because they’re so soft and not all bruised and fucked up like his cos that type of boy]

Bea: [closing your eyes because that’s the softest gesture in the world and you can’t handle it, forgetting yourself and fully sucking his fingers into your mouth as well ‘cos excuse us, you can’t be that blatant you love us]

Fraze: [earning a turned on gasp about it which for him might as well be the loudest and most extra moan ever because so about that and we have to let you know it ‘everything you do is gonna do me in’ just really making sure she knows she’s killing you just by existing]

Bea: [a happy ‘yep’ like that’s the plan ‘fuck letting someone else try and fail’ full shade to that poor random girl and any others, tucking his hair (however needlessly) behind his ear with one hand and reaching into our bag to pull out a packet of cigarettes to put one behind his ear like its a flower]

Fraze: [‘you knock me the fuck out’ so much emphasis on the you because nobody else could even make him wobble and we all know it]

Bea: [when that’s such an old hollywood thing to say so you’re here floating, could burst, don’t mind us, put another cigarette in his mouth and light it for him but after he’s had the first drag, taking it off him to have your own, not before you’ve kissed him so he has to blow that smoke into your mouth]

Fraze: [everything about that is so cinematic and iconic, we stan, if we needed any proof at all that he loves her he HATES sharing anything but here he is letting her take that cigarette off him like it’s nothing, watching her take a drag because she always looks hot doing it, soz but that’s facts, kissing her so she has to also blow the smoke into his mouth, it’ll be an endless cycle, wait and see lol]

Bea: [that poor kid in a big family trauma is real and we respect it but y’all are having too much of a moment to not share this cigarette in the most romantic and intimately gross but not to y’all moment of your little lives ‘kill me right back’ also as a means to breathe smoke straight from our lungs into yours]

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Suzie, do you copy?

Eddie Munson x Male!Henderson!Reader

cw: Siblings are weird, coming out, dustin x suzie

“Okay man, all I’m saying is- I’ve got game!” Dustin’s contentious bragging pulled various groans and whines from his friends as they walked the halls of the High School. They had originally been looking for Eddie and Dustin’s older brother but so far without luck.

“Dustin I swear, if you go on about Suzie’s beautiful eyes—“

“Yeah or her amazing, luscious hair!”

“I’m going to throw up..” Will and Lucas chimed back and forth and Dustin simply grinned.

“Wow guys, I could cut through this jealousy with a knife.”

Suddenly, before anyone could defend themselves against the accusation of jealousy a certain long, curly haired man jumped from around the corner. Hands up beside his face as he screamed at the kids, causing them to leap and scream back for a moment before they realized it was Eddie who doubled over in laughter as their fear responses settled.

“Tell me why we were even looking for him again?” Maxine asked as Lucas looked at her, remembering she didn’t usually join them on one of their Friday hang out sessions. He was about to respond when Eddie chimed in after finishing up his laughing fit and Y/N creeped out from behind the walk Eddie had leapt out from behind with his arms crossed.

“So, little man got himself a girl?” He clasped his hand on Dustin’s shoulder in a congratulatory manner as they smiled up at him until his brother cleared their throat drawing their attention onto him.

“Does mom know?” Fuck. Of course their mom didn’t know. To anyone in their friend group who knew his mom and had spent any decent amount of time at his house could attest to the fact that letting Mrs. Henderson know of a relationship was like letting all of Hawkins know. She was the complete opposite of unsupportive.

‘Oh my goodness, call her up Dustin! I want to meet her! Should we all take a road trip? I knew that camp was a good idea!’ The mischievous smirk on his brothers face contrasted Dustin’s just that much more as both of them thought over their mothers potential reaction.

“O-Of course she does!” Damn. If his voice hadn’t cracked perhaps he would’ve sounded a little bit more convincing. Y/N crossed his arms and stared his little brother down for a minute before they rushed past the two seniors.

“L-Like I said, y’all are all just jealous of me!” He walked backwards and looked at his friends unamused faces before setting his gaze in on Eddie who was really trying very hard to keep from cracking up with laughter again. Y/N and his smoke session they’d just finished moments earlier wasn’t helping him in the slightest. It was almost painful trying to hold it in.

They all followed after Dustin as he led the way to their club room, flooding in and settling in in the chairs that scattered around the table. They hadn’t had plans for a game tonight, or even getting ready for their next campaign, none of them seemed to have anything better to do then occupy the space and talk amongst themselves. Which was exactly what they would have been doing at one of their homes anyway.

“Sick of this..” Dustin mumbled to himself, his cap shading his irritated face. He knew he was screwed now, his brother never missed an opportunity to keep their moms attention on him so that he could freely do whatever he wanted.

“Sick of what Henderson?” Eddie took up his spot at the head of the table with Dustin sitting to his side as his right hand man. Eddie was probably the least likely to actually get mad at him for teasing them and it helped him feel better about how his friends his own age treated him about his relationship.

“Sick of being the only one with a girlfriend for one…Aren’t you supposed t’ be our leader? Why’re you still single?”

Munsons dark eyes widened slightly as he placed a hand on his chest in a feign insulted manner. “Who the hell said I was single?”

This made multiple members of the club crack up, making Dustin feel successful on getting the attention off of himself with grand comedic timing. “Eddie. Do you see any girls here? ‘Cause I sure don’t.”

“What the fuck.” Max threw her arms up and Dustin shot her a look of ‘what?’ before turning back to his older friend who had Y/N leaning against his ‘throne’.

“Who said it had to be a girl he’s dating?” Y/N chimed in and Eddie leaned over onto the table with his hands covering his face. They had specifically talked about this exact scenario coming about and agreed they would ease Dustin into this conversation.

Dustin looked at his brother and then back to Eddie multiple times before cracking a grin. “Okay, yeah, you two are fucking with me.” Y/N chuckled and softly shook his head, letting his brother rake his brain as his smile fell. All those nights Eddie picked them up super late and he never came back. Getting rides after school. Them always being together before club meetings. Oh my fucking god.

“Nope nope nope. Not falling for it, good try though.” He waved his hand in the air as if to dismiss their attempt at fooling him into believing that they were actually secretly a couple.

“Oh no, you’re right. We’ve totally just been practicing The Never Ending Story to sing at you and Suzie’s wedding. Not fu—“

“Okay! Y/N, go do something else. Anything else, please..” Eddie revealed his flushed face and looked at you pleadingly. Once again Dustin was losing the battle within himself to not believe what you were saying. But if the two of you were joking wouldn’t Eddie be helping you out? Playing along with you?

“Holy shit..” Dustin now mirrored Eddie’s earlier position while his brother laughed at the expression that had been on his face. Y/N knew he wasn’t genuinely disgusted by the idea, more so taken a back. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t caught on sooner and now in his attempt to embarrass Eddie, which he did succeed in doing, he’d also embarrassed himself.

The eldest Henderson brother was the only one unapologetically laughing at both of them as the rest of the group discussed what was happening. Either voluntarily admitting they had figured it out early on in the school year while others were still on the fence about believing it. They just didn’t have the context clues Dustin did.

“Oh come on ‘dusty buns’, is it really that bad now that you know?” Y/N held onto Eddie’s chair to keep from doubling over as his brother shot up out of his seat, getting more embarrassed by the second.

“Of course it is! You- You can’t just not tell me things like that!” So that’s really what it was. He wasn’t mad his brother was gay, he was mad because he felt lied to. He felt like the two of them should have been able to confide in each other like that, even if they butted heads like any other pair of siblings would. Hell, Y/N was the first one he told about Suzie and he’d helped him make Cerebro so he could talk to her. He was the only one hyping him up about his relationship while all his friends chose to not believe him.

Y/N stopped laughing and took a moment to let his brothers body language and facial expression register to him, realizing that Dustin was actually genuinely upset. “Dude, I’m sorry-“

“Fuck off, no you’re not.” He left his bag on the table as he pushed the chair back and started to head for the door. Lucas reached out to grab his arm but the curly haired boy was moving to fast for him to snag ahold of his jacket.

“Dustin, come on! Don’t leave!” Eddie called out to him before smacking the table in frustration. Y/N rubbed the back of his neck and gave a moment to think about how to handle the situation before heading off after him, only to stop at the door and hold up his hand which Eddie quickly caught on to and pulled his van keys from his jacket pocket. Tossing them to him and then watching as he went out the door as well. “Fucking great, now they’re both gone.” He motioned to the door before going back to his chair and slumping down into it.

“Don’t worry, Dustin has never stayed mad for long.” Lucas piped up and Max slapped her hand on his chest, causing him to let out a soft ‘ow’. “Don’t say that! You don’t even know if he is mad, we don’t know anything about those twos’ dynamic.”

When Max was right she was right, siblings are fickle things. Erica and him could seem to be at each other’s throats but that was just how they were with each other. When they were younger Dustin always seemed to brag about his brother. Saying things like, ‘If I get to be even half as cool as him y’all better watch out, I’ll be so popular.’ When in reality Dustin was the only one who really thought of them that way until him and Eddie connected.

What they did all know is where Dustin was probably headed, meaning his brother would also have no problem catching up to him and having a much needed heart to heart talk.

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“Suzie..Suzie do you copy?” Dustin sniffled as he was met with radio static. “Suzie please pick up, I really need to talk to someone!”

“Dusty? Oh my gosh, are you crying?” He smiled as he heard his girlfriends voice and he cleared his throat and wiped his face with his free hand before responding.

“No..of course not…”

“Please don’t lie to me, just tell me what happened..”

Dustin sat on the ground, knees pulled up to his chest as one pulled at the grass on the hill and the other held the radios mic close to his face. “So that’s it pretty much..my best friend and brother are dating…”

“Well that’s just great dusty buns! Aren’t you happy for them?” Suzie exclaimed after turning the volume on her radio back up, having turn it town out of fear that her religious parents might hear her boyfriend using foul language let alone talking about a relationship between two men.

“I want to be! That’s the whole point babe, why couldn’t he just tell me? Did he really think I would think he was weird or gross or something?” Dustin bopped the mic against his head a few times after releasing the button.

“Maybe he thought…you were ready to know.” Dustin jumped at the sound of his brothers voice as he came over the edge of the hill, slightly out of breath. He scrambled to his feet, dropping the mic for the radio in the process and looked at him slightly fearful.

“Calm down. You’re the one mad at me, remember?” Y/N walked over and plopped down on the grass, picking up the mic as Suzie repeatedly asked Dustin if everything was okay. “Hey uh, Dustin’s all good. Y/N here, thanks for keeping him company.”

Suzie gasped, covering her mouth at the sound of Y/Ns voice over the radio. Slightly worried he might be upset that the two of them were talking about his personal life the way they had been. “I’ll let you get back to it in a few minutes, alright?”

“A-Alright! Absolutely! Take all the time you need!” She stuttered back to him before placing her mic down and running towards her bed, throwing herself down into the plush sheets. To think this was had to be the first time she’d gotten to hear her future brother-in-laws voice, under these circumstances!

“What’re you talking about..” Y/N sighed as Dustin came and sat next to them despite his uncomfortable attitude.

“Me, being gay. You wanted me to be transparent with you so let’s be transparent.”

The younger boy huffed and kept his eyes fixed to the grass ahead of them. “So what, you thought I was too immature to know about y’all? I’m not stupid Y/N.”

“Dustin, I didn’t say you were stupid. But you did wear Chewbacca underwear up until last year.” His younger brother gave them a weak shove before allowing himself to give a small laugh.

“That doesn’t have anything to do with maturity, Star Wars is for all ages.”

“You only stopped wearing them because mom couldn’t find them in your size anymore dude..” Y/N had to catch himself before he let a laugh slip out himself. “Anyway, that’s not important right now. Eddie and Me is new alright? We weren’t looking to hide it from you forever.”

“Yeah but— You can’t act like you just woke up senior year and decided you liked guys!”

“No, of course not. Maybe that’s how things work out for other people, but I’ve known for a long time. Probably since I was your age..” Y/N and Dustin sat in silence for a few minutes, both of them flip flopping from feeling more and less uncomfortable.

“But no shit I don’t think you’re stupid Dust, I thought I was just telling you we were dating. I thought you knew.” Dustin made a face at him, mouth open. “How the hell would I know? You hang out with girls all the time! What about prom?”

Y/N finally let himself laugh. “Those are girl friends Dustin, not girlfriends.” He pushed his curly hair off of his sweaty face and grinned, imagining how much of a lady killer his little brother must have thought he was. “You do realize how small this town is, small towns are not the friendliest to my type…Plus back then I thought I needed cover girls anyway..”

Dustin mumbled ‘cover girls’ to himself thinking over what it must’ve meant. “Does mom know?”

“Of course mom doesn’t know, mom doesn’t know anything that isn’t a question on jeopardy. ‘Who is- your queer son!’” Y/N imitated Alex Trabek’s voice as he made the joke and they both burst out laughing. “Plus if I had ever told her you’d have to fill her in about Suzie, you know that woman is crazy about having grandkids.”

“Ew.” Y/N rolled his eyes at his younger brothers response, of course he’s still not at that age. They’d cross that bridge when they got to it.

“Are we good?”

“Yeah bro, we’re always good.” Dustin gave his brother his signature toothless grin as he got back up off the grass, brushing his ass off as he did so before giving a stretch. Not looking forward to the trek back down the hill one bit he figured he might as well get a move on before Eddie started walking home.

“Get home safe, don’t spend all night out here!” He hollered back as he made his way off.

Dustin sighed and looked down at the mic for the radio and rushed to pick it up out of the grass, “Suzie, oh my god I’m so sorry! Uh, him and me are on the same page now..are you still there?”

Radio static filled his ears once again for a minute until he heard those giggles that were music to his ears. “Oh, thank god.”

“Chewbacca huh?” Evil. His brother was pure evil, and he would be getting him back.

#stranger things #stranger things one shot #stranger things x male reader #eddie munson #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x m!reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x male!reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson concept #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fluff #dustin henderson #dustin x suzie

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dizzydancingdreamer · 4 years ago

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Daddy Issues | Draco Malfoy

Wow I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disappear like that Lovelies! Sometimes I forget depression and writers block are a thing until they punch me in the face and force me to go MIA for a hundred years! I guess I’m back? I hope? Fingers crossed? Anyway, I’m sorry this isn’t a TVD fic but I figured Y’all would appreciate something over nothing. I missed you all more than I can say! I hope you enjoy, I love you all!

Description: Draco and y/n are best friends until Draco’s father threatens y/n. She avoids Draco until he confronts her.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: Like none, it’s kinda sad but not really, the only flaw is bad writing

Word count: 3.4k

Tags: Angst, FLUFF

(not my gif, I just love it lol)

Your heart stings from across the courtyard, the gap between you and the blonde boy tangible. For a second you don't know whether or not your heart is even in your chest anymore or if it’s in his hands. In that case your heart is sitting on a bench, sandwiched between Blaise Zabini and Vincent Crabbe. Maybe he isn’t holding your heart, though, maybe he is your heart, in which case you’re avoiding your heart’s piercing gaze.

Your hands twitch at your sides, itching to grab his or to twist through his silky hair or do anything other than lay idle when he is only mere steps away from you. Your hands ache to touch him and usually you would be doing just that: clinging to his robes or twisting the rings around on his fingers or simply tangling your own fingers with his slender ones. Your hands feel painfully empty without him to hold on to.

That makes sense though, he’s your best friend after all. You’re rarely ever spotted less than five feet away from each other. Everyone at Hogwarts can see how utterly entwined you are, every part of him wrapped around your finger and every part of you sitting precisely in the palm of his hand. You orbit each other, drawn in by a gravity that the rest of the student body can’t deny.

Right now, though, that gravity is being tested and everyone feels a little bit like they’re floating away.

Draco sits exactly seventeen feet and four inches away from you. You can feel his eyes on the back of your head, like lasers, searing into your black and gold jumper and refusing to look away. It burns but you embrace it, taking any contact, even imagined, that you can get from him. Even if it hurts. You would gladly burn for the blonde Slytherin if it made him happy. This doesn’t make him happy, though, being ignored by the girl that commands his entire life. You know that, but you also know that it’s for the best.

You run your hands through your hair, tugging on the strands relentlessly and closing your eyes. You see his father, the tall, grim man, and replay the conversation you had in your head.

“He has a bright future ahead of him, y/n.”

Lucious had backed you into a corner, both metaphorically and literally, the stone of the castle biting harshly into your skin, “I know that, sir.”

He stood tall, menacingly, like he was bigger than the castle itself, “he doesn’t have time for nonsense, y/n.”

Your hands trembled, the cold of the dungeon nipping at them fiercely, “he’s very bright, Mr. Malfoy, I don’t think I’m slowing him down.”

The neutral, if not cold, expression on his face switched then to one of red hot anger, “did I ask what you think? It’s time the two of you separate. He is to be married next year and not to some silly Hufflepuff girl.”

“We’re just friends, sir,” your eyes had long since found the floor.

“Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. If I catch you near him from this day on I will not hesitate to destroy you, do you understand me? Do not speak to him again.”

That was two weeks ago and you haven’t dared to go near him since, spending every waking moment of your spare time in the Hufflepuff common room. You aren’t brave, you didn’t march up to your best friend and tell him that his father threatened to destroy you. You would be lying if you said you even thought about it. The reality of it is that you’re a coward and have iced Draco out in fear of having his father hurt either of you.

His father’s words still ring in your head. Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. Your heart flutters hard in your chest, your rib cage the only barrier keeping it from finding him across the courtyard. Draco is infatuated with you. Apparently. He hasn’t said so, only his father. Still, you can’t help but hope that it’s true.

But then that makes your chest burn and palms sting again. You aren’t allowed to hope that Draco wants you. You aren’t even allowed to hope that he wants to be your friend. You’re not allowed anywhere near him, let alone allowed to kiss him. Would he even kiss you? Probably not. You tug even harder on your hair, as if pulling each strand out will somehow take the pain away. Don’t be daft.

“Y/n,” gentle hands wrap around your tight fists, “you’re hurting yourself.”

You forgot Luna was there, sitting next to you on the bench, the bench that is seventeen feet and four inches away from Draco. You let the airy Ravenclaw unravel your fingers and hold one of your hands, rubbing circles on the back of your palm. It doesn’t feel the same, her grip is too soft, her fingers too short. Draco’s fingers are longer.

You shake your head, trying to clear the fog of him from your senses, “sorry, I know I’m not the best company right now.”

Luna only smiles at you and rolls her eyes gently, “I know it’s hard for you right now.”

Of course you told her. You weren’t able to tell Draco so you turned to Luna, your other best friend. You nod your head at the blonde girl, too tired to speak.

“I think you should tell him though, he looks bloody miserable without you,” your eyes widen as if on their own accord.

You feel dizzy at the thought and not the good kind like when Draco spins you around. No, this is the bad kind of ‘I’m definitely going to throw up’ dizzy. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears rapidly. Thump, thump, thump. It almost sounds like footsteps, angry ones, pounding towards you. That can’t be right.

“I can’t tell him, Luna, you know that.”

A hand lands on your shoulder, warmth spreading through your jumper. You open your mouth, ready to thank Luna for relentlessly comforting you, but close it quickly when a thought hits you. You glance down to your lap, just to double check. There, on your lap rests your hand carefully wrapped up in both of Luna’s. Crap.

“What can’t you tell me?” It takes everything in you to not let his familiar voice curl around you and pull you further into his touch.

You shift out of his hold, not turning to look at him yet, afraid to see the expression on his face. Would it be anger? Sadness? Disgust? The last one makes your heart drop, the thought of the blonde boy being repulsed by you causing you to curl into yourself slightly. You would take anything from him but that.

You stand curtly, turning to face Draco, all too aware of the lack of space between you and him. Six inches at the most, every breath he takes makes his chest brush yours. You still don’t look up at him, not anywhere ready to meet the eyes of the boy you’ve been avoiding.

You lock your eyes on his silver and green tie, mumbling to it instead of him, “What makes you think I was talking about you, Draco?”

You finally glance up at him and wish you hadn’t. His eyes, usually a bright blue, are dull and rimmed with red. The bruises under his eyes stand out against his cheeks. He’s always had dark circles but this is extreme. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, like he hasn’t eaten in days. It’s almost garish, but then again nothing could ever make the Slytherin Prince look anything less than perfect. He looks destroyed, almost as if his father had gotten to him too. You have to stop yourself from reaching out, choosing instead to look away again.

“Are you serious right now? Tell me this is all a joke y/n!” The courtyard goes silent when Draco raises his voice.

You squeeze your fists, the tone of his voice a punch in the gut. He never shouts at you. Draco is never anything but soft around you. Right now, however, he’s seething. No one around you dares to make a sound.

You close your eyes, trying desperately to stop a traitorous flood of tears, “Draco, please don’t do this right now.”

Draco takes a step back, as if your words had shoved him, “if not now then when? You’ve given me no choice! You run every time you see me, you don’t answer my notes. Do you even read them anymore? Can you just explain why you bloody hate me?”

His voice cracks when he says hate, like its acid in his mouth. In any way it’s acid to your ears. You could never hate Draco, it’s very much the opposite actually. You’re painfully in love with him.

“I don’t,” you have to pause to clear your throat, trying to rid the lump, “I could never hate you.”

His hand grasps you chin gently, his rings cold against your skin as he pulls your face up to meet his eyes, “then tell me what’s going on. Please.”

You squeeze your eyes close, sinking into the warmth of his palm for a moment. You can’t remember a time you’ve gone this long without the blonde boy touching you. You can’t stop the tears from trailing down your cheeks and into his palm. You can feel the hitch in his breath as if it had come from your own lungs. You wrap your own hands around his, squeezing his fingers gently before pulling them away from you.

“I can’t, Dra. We can’t do this anymore. I’m,” your voice trembles, your eyes still closed, his hand still locked in yours, “I’m not good for you. We can’t be friends.”

You release his hand, taking a few steps back from the love of your life. This time, though, he doesn’t let you get as far, taking two steps towards you for every step you take away from him. It doesn’t take him long before he’s in front of you again, closer and even more determined. His eyes burn into yours, his hands restless. You know he wants to touch you. At least, you hope he does. You want to.

“Don’t say that,” there’s a strength behind his words, one you have yet to hear until now, “don’t you dare say that! Tell me what’s going on y/n, you need to tell me! I can fix it. I can make it better whatever it is just please tell me. Please, love.”

Love. That’s new. Your heart cracks even more when he says it and maybe that’s because you know you won’t get to hear it again. You wish you could grab the word from his lips and hold on to it. You want to put it in your pocket so at least you can have a part of him, the very best part of him, for when he walked away. But you can’t, so there’s no use in trying.

“You can’t fix it this time, Draco,” you take another step back and your back hits the rough surface of a tree.

He fills the space between the two of you once more and this time you’re stuck. Your palms continue to sting, reminding you relentlessly how much you need to touch him. You scrunch the hem of your jumper, trying desperately to quell the pain. Your wrists feel like they’re on fire, something you’ve come to realise that means you’re about to have a panic attack. He can't see that happen, you refuse to fall apart in front of him.

Of course he notices, though. That’s your Draco, he notices everything about you. That’s his job.

He grabs your face again, stopping you from frantically looking everywhere but him, “of course I can. When have I not fixed your problems? Remember when those Ravenclaws’ were messing with you? I took care of that, didn’t I? And Parkinson? Zabini? I took care of them too. Remember when Snape wouldn’t let you hand in your assignment because you had the flu? And the time you passed out in the stairwell? I fixed those too because I can. Because I wanted to and I do what I want. Now, all I’ve wanted for days is you so if someone said something to you I need you to tell me so I can sort them out and get my best friend back. Now.”

He stares into your eyes the entire time, daring you to turn away. You feel like you can’t breathe, your hands once again wrapped around his but this time clinging for dear life. You’ve been terrified for two weeks and the exhaustion hits you in one, whopping punch to your stomach, the second punch of the day. Without warning your legs give out, all of your weight falling into the blonde who seems to expect it. His arms wrap around you, holding you against his chest for the first time in what feels like ages.

You don’t realise that you’re sobbing until you try to speak, “Dra, I’m so scared. I’m tired,” you grip his robes in your fists, your head falling against his chest, “I don’t know how much longer I can do this, I feel like I’m falling apart.”

He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against him. You can feel the sigh of relief he releases and his heartbeat slowing as if it’s your own. Maybe that’s because yours does the same. For the first time in weeks you’re engulfed in Draco and you cling to him, circling your arms around his waist and pulling yourself impossibly close. He wastes no time either, wrapping his cloak around you and burying his face in your neck.

Your body shakes furiously in his arms, everything you’ve been bottling up comes pouring out in a torrent of sobs and hiccups. Draco presses closer to you, towering over you and shielding you from the rest of the world. You let his peppermint scent engulf you completely,

“For Salazar’s sake y/n I need you to tell me what’s wrong. I need to fix it, love. Please tell me,” his voice is low and choked.

He’s right, you know he’s right. You squeeze your eyes tighter and grip his back, savouring the muscles under his dress shirt for a few more seconds before you know you’ll have to let go.

“Your father told me we couldn’t see each other anymore. He told me,” you pull out of his arms, leaning back against the tree, “he said, well, it doesn’t matter what he said. We just can’t be together.” Draco’s eyes widen and your cheeks heat up, your words ringing through your ears, “I mean we can’t be friends.”

Draco steps closer to you, running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes. He mumbles something under his breath that you can’t hear but you’re almost positive that it’s a curse. When he opens his eyes, your heart stops. His blue eyes burn into yours, glassy and angry but with something else too, something hot and fierce. Your heart restarts when he places his arms against the tree, caging you between it and him. You can’t resist placing your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat pick up as well.

“What did my father say, y/n.” He isn’t asking you, he’s telling you.

You lower your eyes, not bothering to fight him anymore, “he told me he would destroy me if I kept being friends with you. He said you were getting married and that you could never marry a Hufflepuff and that he would destroy me if he had to.”

He staggers back with each word, like each one shoves him more than the last. He squeezes his fists before straightening his fingers, shoving them once more through his hair. His shoulders are tense, his back straight. His eyes are screwed shut again.

“Bloody hell,” he pulls at his hair, biting his lip, “he’s lost his damn mind.”

You wrap your arms around yourself, tugging at your jumper, suddenly hot all over. Now is not the time to be getting riled up over Draco but you can’t help it, he looks exquisite. Messy hair and an un-tucked shirt, the veins in his hand prominent and his rings glittering in the afternoon sun. He’s absolutely and undeniably perfect.

“It’s ok, Dra, you’ll be ok,” you try your best to comfort him but he snaps his eyes open, looking at you like you’ve gone mad as well.

“My dad threatened to kill you! No I am not okay!”

This time you walk to him, pulling him into your chest again and wrapping your arms around his neck. He sweeps his arms around your waist, pulling you so close that you have to stand on your tiptoes to keep your arms around him. His hands grasp your hips tight and you immediately know what he wants. You oblige, wanting it just as much if not more, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his stomach. You tuck your face into his neck this time, breathing in the slightest hint of apples, green ones.

You don’t speak, practically feeling the words bubbling in his chest, “My dad told you he was going to kill you, love. He threatened you and he didn’t even tell me. I am definitely not okay. I need to do something. I need to talk to him. And he told you I was getting married? He’s lucky he isn’t here. I don’t care if he’s my father, nobody talks to my girl like that.”

He’s rambling, something he does when he’s at his end. His words wrap around you, tangling with every part of you and sinking into your skin. They lull you into a daze of sorts, almost nodding off on your best friends shoulder. You don’t realise how tired you are until you’re in his arms, safe. And then it hits you, and you’re wide awake again.

“Your girl?”

You cut him off mid sentence, squeezing your legs tighter around him to bring his attention back to you.

“What did you say, love?” Draco hikes you further up his body, readjusting his grip on you.

Your cheeks flame, your neck hot. His eyes bore into yours, searching for something that you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give. His lips are so close to yours, his breath hitting your lips with every exhale. The courtyard around you fades away and Hogwarts itself holds its breath.

“Did you call me your girl, Draco?”

He doesn’t blush like you thought he would, “yes, I did. That’s what you are. Mine. And Merlin help my father for trying to take you away from me.”

You stare at him for a few seconds, letting his words sink into your flesh. They curl around your bones, laying down a warmth that you’ve been craving for longer than you can remember. He’s right. Of course he’s right, he’s Draco. You are his and you always have been. His arm around your back tightens, jostling you enough to make you cling harder to him. Your fingers find their way to the nape of his neck, tangling in his hair. He leans his head back, giving in to your touch willingly.

He holds your gaze as your fingers weave through his silky hair, capturing you with his eyes and refusing to let go, “I’m yours, Draco. Please don’t let me go.”

He leans his forehead against yours, “never, love.”

Hogwarts releases the breath it had been holding, the noise of the courtyard once more fluttering around you. You go to get down from Draco but he stops you, tightening his arms. You only shake your head and smile, letting the sunshine warm your face.

Your heart aches slightly still though, “what are we going to do about your father, Dra?

He starts walking, the sudden movement causing you to tug his hair a little harder.

His voice is strained when he finally answers, leaning down to rub his cheek against your head, “just let me handle that, ok?”

You give in, for now, laying your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes for the final time, “where are we going, Dra?”

“We, my love, are going to take a very much needed nap.”

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sortasirius · 4 years ago

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“Carry On” and...Yikes.

Well clowns, looks like the clown calls were coming from inside the house this entire time.

I so desperately wish I wasn’t writing this right now. I so wish that I could be writing something better, something joyful, something happy about this fifteen year journey with these characters. It seems as though the show had other ideas, so in we go.

So...the dog was cool. Also interesting that Dean was back to his breakup/grieving coping mechanisms: not making his bed, messy room, beer all over the place, Sam making breakfast, etc.

So I guess I better just start off with how...off this episode felt in regards to Dean specifically. Idk why he suddenly wanted a dog and Sam had no real interest in one, since the opposite has been true for, idk, fifteen years, but whatever, I was willing to let it go.

I thought the pie thing was a sweet scene, it was funny and nice and a good button on Dean’s pie thing.

Weird to, you know, bring up Cas and not mention his tragic ass deal and why he got got, but whatever.

I cannot physically believe that this MOTW aspect was, quite literally, so much of the plot. Like...we figured that it was going to be an aspect, but for it to be SO MUCH? Bruh. I am such a fucking fool lmfao.

Again, cool to see Cas’ coat in the back. Too bad it wasn’t addressed.

Jenny. Bitch. Come on. Of ALL the villains in the FIFTEEN YEARS of Supernatural. Jenny. Who was in....one....episode. Ok.

I mean that line about the high school thing was funny, I did laugh at that moment. Fuck I love Dean Winchester.

I cannot believe I specced so much about the barn scene. Are y’all telling me that “The Night We Met” is being claimed by......Sam and Dean. Fuck off.

I mean, I thought Dean was going to die, and the scene actually did play out pretty similarly to how I thought. It was probably the most powerful moment in the episode. I am very glad that it was Dean’s choice, his choice and his peace to let go.

“Let me look at you. There he is. I am so proud of you, Sam.”

I do love this, I love this because Dean is able to look at his work, the man that he raised, and tell him these things. He was Sam’s parent, he raised Sam into the man he is today, and he should be damn proud of that.

I do love this most of scene, I really do, I love my boys, these brothers so damn much, and at least, at the very least, I have this scene of them.

Forehead touch was weird, I’m just gonna say it.

I feel like most of this episode was montages lol. I mean I always hate sad Sam but at this point I still fully felt like we were going to get closure and we just...didn’t.

The Austin number was a cool detail, I liked that bc I picked up on it right away (since, you know, my phone is a 512 number lmao).

What a lackluster goodbye to the Bunker. I had no clue that was going to be the last time we saw it ever.

FUCK AT LEAST I GOT MY DAMN HEAVEN BAR.

The scene with Bobby was nice, it was good to see him. We did get our remade Heaven, that’s also nice to know.

“It ain’t just Heaven, Dean. It’s the Heaven you deserve.”

He does deserve this. An open Heaven, the people he loves, finally some peace, he deserves that, and I am glad that he got it.

Our second Cas mention. Great. Thanks guys.

I mean thanks Jim and Jensen for the microexpressions I guess lmao.

So I am supposed to believe. That Dean. Whose entire arc has been speaking his truth, specifically speaking his truth to Cas. Where he has been stopped twice before this season. Is going to just drive around in circles for forty years until Sam gets there? Yeah, that’s gonna be a no from me, dawg.

And Sam gets married and has a kid that he names Dean, and the unspecified dark haired woman in the back of the ten minute montage is supposed to be enough for me to buy that it’s Eileen? Bruh.

Also it’s BACK TO BACK MONTAGES??? WITH TWO VERSIONS OF CARRY ON WAYWARD SON?

Sam’s age makeup???? Hello???? AT FIRST THEY DIDN’T EVEN AGE HIM THEY JUST PUT HIM IN A WIG?????

That cover of Wayward Son did slap but was it enough? No.

Even that bridge moment didn’t hit right because Sam didn’t cross it? He was just suddenly there.

It just fucking sucks. It sucks that their reunion doesn’t land right because they...didn’t do anything when they were apart. Sam had his kid sure but Dean literally just drove around. No mention of Cas or of Eileen. Nothing. So the last moment of this show I love feels tainted and hollow and just wrong.

It sucks. I’m not going to lie. But the worst thing about it? Is that it doesn’t make any sense. I have not spent two years of my life picking apart the writing rooms in Supernatural, lauding this current team for what they’ve accomplished for it to end like this. I know many of you will regard me as a complete tinhat freak right now, but this, to me, does not feel like an episode that Andrew Dabb wrote. Hell, it doesn’t feel like an episode of Supernatural.

None of the arcs were completed: Dean didn’t get to speak his truth to Cas, Sam never got to become the leader, the legacy hunter he was meant to. We don’t see them with Cas or Eileen, we don’t even hear about them.

Listen, there’s a lot that...simply doesn’t add up to me. First of all, the episode was SHORT, and most of it was montages. They had four montages AND the episode was only 38 minutes. The series finale of the show was shorter than any other episode and had four multiple minute montages. Okay. Make it make sense. Newsflash: it doesn’t, there is simply no way I can believe that there weren’t massive cuts and reworks done to this episode on an executive level.

I know there are people who will tell me that the writers are just bad and I need to accept that they gave me a shitty ending, but after all this time with this story, especially with Dabb’s arc, he just...doesn’t do shit like this. His arcs are always complete, always tied up well, always have a button. But this mess? This confusing episode that left everything hanging with a cover of Wayward Son hanging in the air? It just doesn’t add up to me.

This wasn’t the story they were telling, this hasn’t been the story they were telling all season, and I stand by that.

So, I sure do wish I could give you a better post. I wish that we had gotten something better. I still, after everything, love this show, and will still be here in the morning.

Thanks guys. Love y’all.

#my meta #supernatural #spn writers #spoilers #spn 15x20 #spn #this was upsetting to write but hey i knew i had to

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not-me-simping-for-blasty · 4 years ago

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some soft!bakugou brainrot for the soul:

-he likes when you greet him in the morning. will absolutely roll his eyes and say sum “jesus, idiot, it’s too fuckin’ early for pathetic enthusiam like that” but will also simultaneously get pouty if u dont say hi to him first

-very much a quiet boy when it’s late at night. will just sit back with his eyes half-lidded and head in his hands, giving a little “mhm” to everything you say. you think he’s not listening but when you don’t finish a thought he will, without missing a beat go “the hell? really? gonna talk that much and then not even finish the story?”

-will cook meals that you like but will insist that he likes them too. bakugou is 100% trying to convince you that he made it for himself but the entire extra portion with your favorite toppings implies the opposite

-pays attention to what you’re doing in training, and will not outright tell you if you’re doing well,, but when ur alone he’ll just sorta “you looked less pathetic than last time, dumbass” with a slight smirk as he brushes past you

-likes to bicker,, i mean come on, obviously, but what i mean is that he just looks so weirdly happy when u yell at him (def goes heart eyes but literally do not say a word about it pls)

-goes very soft for hand massages,,, just like, ground ur thumb into the heel of his hand and rub at his knuckles. man’s will melt into wherever he’s sitting and close his eyes

-will absolutely bite your head off if you’re reckless, but then spend the rest of his time trying to think of ways to avoid u ever being in that much danger again

-remembers places you’ve been together very clearly. so like, if y’all wanna revisit some restaurant, bakugou is leading the way and ur just like “??? that was 6 months ago how do u know where you’re going” ,, n he just scoffs and “because i’m the best. now shut up and pay attention we’re about to cross the street”

-is very soft about u wearing his clothes but only when no one else is around to see it. idk contrary to popular belief i actually see him being very flustered by the sight of u in his clothes. so he won’t let u wear anything around others rlly, but when it’s just him??? poor bby is so soft for it. like, v much hiding his red face in your neck and just breathing u in type of soft

-has a specific blanket that he keeps for when u hang out. eventually it starts to smell like you, bc obviously, n he’ll cuddle up with it when you can’t be with him

-adores when you sing to him. 100% doesn’t matter if you’re good or not,, bakugou just likes that you don’t do it in front of anyone else

-likes when you get needlessly angry with him. idk how to explain it,, but just like, if he’s bitching at one of his friends and you back him up, purely bc u like the chaos, bakugou will be totally 🥰 over it. only after he’s done yelling tho

-mans has a thing for praise. he does. we been knew. but he rlly has an even bigger thing for mundane praise, like rlly small things like, “wow your handwriting is so neat” or “omg your room is so clean! you’re so organized!”,,, jus tiny stuff in passing that let’s him kno he’s doing good

-will absolutely not admit it but he 100% prays for lint on his uniform so you’ll brush it off for him. it’s like, a tiny little touch, just enough to sate him, but not so much that it feels like embarrassing pda

-is a sucker for someone he can just sit in silence with. like idk, if y’all noticed it, but he literally has like, nothing to say when he’s not bitching, so if he’s not angry he’ll just be quiet. if u can be quiet with him, in the same space but not talking, bakugou is a very happy boy about it

-he likes to know things about you no one else does,, so if u tell him anything in confidence, literally anything, he’ll keep it secret. 100% every time, no exceptions, will never spill a single detail even if someone is begging him to

-probably demands that u say u love him multiple times before y’all go to sleep. its the only affection he outright asks for so u give in every time

-shares whatever he has with u. just wordlessly will hand u a piece of whatever he’s eating. doesn’t warn u if it’s spicy tho,, bc he’s still a little shit

-sort of just follows you wherever you’re going. like, if u tell him u want to be alone he’ll leave, but otherwise he just kinda assumes he’s meant to follow. most times he’s right

-he is 100% the type to know something is wrong without u having to say it. he prob knows exactly what it is too. lmao like, sure, he’s still totally clueless on how to approach/support you but bakugou is the furthest thing from dumb. he knows,, he just does.

-gets super protective about your things. like, god forbid somebody try to write anything in ur notebook while you’re not paying attention,, bakugou’ll threaten them before their pen even touches the paper

-he likes to tend to your injuries. like, even the rlly minor ones. like, let’s say u get a papercut??? pls mans is grabbing your finger, running it under water, and wrapping a bandaid around it before u even register it. he’ll grumble the whole time like “jesus, dumbass, can’t believe i have to do this.” but rlly he enjoys doing it bc it makes him feel important. like maybe he’s someone heroic to u

-if no one else is around, and there’s a lot of trust established, he’ll prob do whatever u tell him to. now ofc there’s gonna be a lot of complaining, bc it’s bakugou, but he’ll do it

-is a big fan of when you tell him he’s your favorite. pls the man is so see-through ahaha,, u could be like “omg! bakugou! you took out the trash without me asking?? that’s why you’re my favorite!” n all he walks away hearing is “they think im the best. i fucking am the best.”

-he likes to watch you do mundane things. like rlly little, every-day things like brushing your hair or tying your shoes. idk he just thinks your methodical movements are weirdly calming

-is a sucker for forehead kisses. like obvi, only when y’all are alone, but like, press a kiss to his hairline?? suddenly it’s rip angry bakugou, soft bakugou hrs only

-doesn’t rlly initiate touch that much,, but when he does mans is extremely petulant about it. like, if u decide u have something more pressing than him, bakugou is almost immeadiately going “that’s fucking stupid. what you’re doing. you should stop.” n then he’s just poking and prodding and needling at u until u fall into his arms

-shadows you at social gatherings. very guard-dog like from an outsider perspective, but rlly it’s just bc when katsuki says he doesn’t like anyone else, he means it. he’s sticking by you bc you truly are the only one he tolerates

-he secretly rlly likes when u fuss over him. like, when u ask him if he’s sore from training or if he has any injuries. bakugou will brush u off like the absolute bitch that he is, but secretly he’ll be so warm about it. he just likes that u care enough to ask

-he tries very hard to be gentle for u. ofc it pretty much never works bc it’s him, but he’ll still forever be reading romance manga n going “yeah, i bet they’d like that. gonna it do it way better though. im the fucking best, i can do it.”

ahahaaha me?? a bunch of bakugou thoughts?? never, idk what ur on about

#bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha fic #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou headcanons

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heyiwrotesomethings · 4 years ago

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A Compulsive Gambler?!

Yumeko Jabami x She/Her Reader

A/N: Could you imagine Yumeko dating someone and they have no idea she’s, ya know, a gambling freak? I bet she would have a hard time pulling back like, she’d still gamble with her SO but in a sneaky, more subdued way. Something like, ‘if you can guess what number I’m thinking of you can pick what we eat for dinner’, or something like that. Seems innocent enough but she just can’t help herself into turning some interactions into gambles. Anyway, hope y’all enjoy! Word Count: 5,170

For perhaps the first time since Mary met Yumeko, the girl was a nervous wreck. The usually carefree gambling addict was pacing around the near empty classroom while she twisted the ring on her thumb around and around again with no sign of stopping. Finally, Mary had had enough. If Suzui wasn’t going to be useful and ask what the hell was going on, she would do it herself.

“What the hell is your problem? Are you going through withdrawals or something?” Mary asked with an annoyed huff.

“Oh Mary-san!” Yumeko practically moaned, the back of her hand raised to her forehead with over dramatic flair, “I don’t know what to do!”

“About what?” Mary asked, accompanied with an annoyed eye roll.

“My girlfriend is coming to visit tomorrow and she’s going to be staying with me over the weekend!” Yumeko blushed cupping her hands over her face at the mere thought of it all. It just made Mary more annoyed.

“And? Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?”

“You have a girlfriend?” Ryota blinked, the poor boy seemed to always be falling behind.

“Yes, we’ve been together since our last year of middle school. We went to the same high school too until I transferred,” Yumeko gushed while she hugged herself, twisting and swaying slightly on her feet, “I love her so much! It’s been hard to be away from her all this time!”

Ryota scratched his cheek. “Then... why do you seem so uneasy?”

“Well that’s easy!” Yumeko cheered, a dazzling smile over her lips. A moment passed by and Yumeko appeared to pale considerably and a nervous sweat dotted her face, her body trembled and yet, the smile stayed in place. Mary and Ryota side eyed each other before staring back at Yumeko, waiting.

“She doesn’t know about my severe gambling addiction!” Yumeko finally disclosed.

“What?!” Mary and Ryota spoke in unison.

“Yes, it’s hard to believe isn’t it?” Yumeko sighed. “I’ve kept it hidden from her all this time because I feared what she would think of me if she found out. That, and I wouldn’t want her to get hurt from tagging along. I love that girl dearly and I can’t risk losing her.”

“How are you going to keep your secret, Yumeko?” Ryota’s worry for his friend was plain on his face.

“That’s where I’m hoping you two will come in!” Yumeko grasped a hand of Mary’s and Ryota’s in both of hers, a pleading pout on her face. “Help me keep her occupied and away from any mention of gambling!”

“Are you an idiot?” Mary scoffed, not waiting for an answer. “This school is all about gambling! Not to mention we’re in the midst of this insane election. You’d be better off just having her wait off of school grounds rather than parading her around for all your enemies to see.”

“Please Mary-san, it’s only for one day!” Yumeko cooed. She tried to wrap the blonde up in her arms, but Mary stood and held her away at arm’s length.

“I’m not gonna go out of my way for this fool’s errand. I’ve got to go meet with Ririka now. Figure it out yourself, but if you want my advice you should just come clean.” Mary said, giving Yumeko one last shove as she made her way out of the classroom.

“Oh yes, do you think Ririka-san would help? Maybe we could get Itsuki in on it as well!”

“You’re on your own!” Mary called from the hallway, making Yumeko whine.

“I’ll help you Yumeko.” Ryota predictably volunteered.

“Thank you, Ryota!” Yumeko bounced giddily, “Hopefully everything will run smoothly tomorrow if we play our cards right!”

***

“(Y/n)!” Yumeko jumped the girl as soon as she saw her approach the gates of the prestigious academy and showered her face with dozens of little kisses that made her girlfriend laugh and try to wiggle away from the continuous onslaught.

“Yumeko! I take it you missed me too then?” (Y/n) smiled, catching Yumeko’s face in her hands so she could land a few kisses of her own.

“Of course! You know it was one of the hardest decisions of my life to transfer here. I need to make up for lost time!” Yumeko grinned in return. She was about to steal another kiss when someone cleared their throat behind her.

“Oh, right!” Yumeko recalled, pulling (Y/n) to her side until they were near flush together. “Ryota, this is (L/n) (Y/n). (Y/n), this is Suzui Ryota, one of my friends!”

“Nice to meet you.” Ryota said. He was no stranger to feeling out of place, but after that intimate display he had never felt more awkward.

“Nice to meet you too, Suzui-san. I hope Yumeko hasn’t caused you too much trouble.” (Y/n) joked.

Thoughts of millions of yen in debt, gambling for nails, house pets, guns in a seedy basement, among other things, flashed almost violently in Ryota’s mind but he managed to keep a somewhat pleasant expression as he answered.

“Not at all! Yumeko’s a model student,” he lied.

“Oh god, I thought you’d be in the classroom by now. So much for a quiet morning.”

“Mary-san! Good morning!” Yumeko pivoted, still holding (Y/n) close, “Come meet my (Y/n)!”

“Hi. Saotome Mary. It’s a pleasure. Excuse us a second.” (Y/n) blinked and Mary was halfway through the courtyard before she noticed Yumeko being dragged along with her.

“Are you stupid?” Mary whispered harshly with no preamble once she found a secluded spot in the trees.

“Mary-san, what are we doing?” Yumeko asked, tilting her head like an inquisitive puppy would.

“How about what are you doing?” Mary hissed back. “The whole school must know you’re dating at this point!”

“Well that’s good isn’t it?”

“It’s the exact opposite of good! Do you have any idea how many people are gonna try to use her against you now? Use your head a little!”

“I thought you said you weren’t going to help me, Mary-san.” Yumeko giggled, “but you really do care about my happiness, don’t you?”

“Shut up!” Mary blushed, pushing Yumeko away before she could hug her. “I just don’t want some innocent girl to get caught up in this crazy school. Just be more discreet from now on. She already sticks out like a sore thumb without the Hyakkaou uniform.”

“I’ll do my best Mary-san!” Yumeko clapped. “It’ll be hard though since she’s just so kissable.”

“I didn’t ask.”

When they got back to the gate, they only saw Suzui looking around desperately while sweating bullets. When he finally saw Mary and Yumeko walking towards him, he ran up to them, breathing heavily.

“Ryota? Where did (Y/n) go?” Yumeko smiled.

“Iki... Ikishima’s girls took her! Tried to.. stop them but—“ Ryota panted and wheezed, stopping the retelling of his account once Yumeko rose her hand to his lips, directing him to silence.

“See? What did I tell you?” Mary groused. “And Ikishima of all people...” Mary shut her mouth tightly upon seeing the look on Yumeko’s face. The pure disgust and hatred that rolled off of her made Mary’s skin crawl.

“Ryota, Mary,” Yumeko eerily called, “it’s time for me to get my (Y/n) back from her visit to the trash heap. You’ll accompany me won’t you?”

It went without saying that Mary and Ryota followed after their friend. Whether out of fear or support, it could have gone either way. Even Mary thought it wise not to berate the usually carefree girl with ‘I told you so’s’ in this state.

They hurried to the bowels of the school and pushed through the beautification committee members. The members didn’t retaliate, one look at Yumeko’s face was enough to make them part their ranks like Moses and the sea. Yumeko approached the big metal door and knocked three times, loud metal echoes rung out over the hum of generators and fluorescent lights.

A wild laugh sounded upon the knocks. An eager cry of, ‘she’s here!’ could clearly be heard from inside as quick steps over linoleum could be heard tapping in rapid succession towards the door before it was wrenched open with a heinous squeak from its hinges that nearly matched pitch with Midari’s own delighted squeal upon being face to face with Yumeko.

“Yu-me-ko!” Midari sang, “so glad you could join us!”

Yumeko breezed past Midari without so much as a glance and went straight for (Y/n) who was tied to a chair in the middle of the room like some crime movie.

“Oh my (Y/n), are you alright?” Yumeko cooed, freeing (Y/n) from the gag and turning her face in her hands to look her over.

“I think so,” (Y/n) shivered, “just what kind of school do you go to where people are kidnapped at gunpoint?!”

The thought of Ikishima pressing that dirty gun against (Y/n)’s head made Yumeko want to curb stomp Ikishima’s head into a fine paste, but the deranged girl would have just loved that, wouldn’t she? Instead she worked on untying the ropes from (Y/n)’s middle, comforting her girlfriend along the way.

“It’s alright my love! The beautification committee is just really serious about following the dress code. They won’t bother you anymore.”

“Yumeko,” Midari moaned from behind her, “I brought her her so you would gah—!”

Mary slapped the girl hard over the back of her head and gave her a warning look. Midari shut up more out of the delight of being hit more than anything else.

“...’Gah’?” (Y/n) flicked her eyes over everyone in the room, trying to get some kind of explanation for what the hell was going on.

“‘Gah?’” Yumeko repeated right back with a smile. “Whatever does that mean, my dear?”

“I don’t know, the girl with the eye patch said it.” (Y/n) replied, finally loose from her bindings, she rubbed her hands over her arms where the scratchy rope had dug in.

“Oh sweetheart, you must be seeing things. I see no such girl here.” Yumeko said, causing a whimper to fall from Midari’s lips. “Let’s get to my class now, shall we?”

“Anywhere is better than here.” (Y/n) sighed, choosing not to question Yumeko about the girl who had taken her. She clearly didn’t like her and after being dragged here against her will, (Y/n) couldn’t say she enjoyed the crazed girl’s company either.

“That’s my girl,” Yumeko cooed, pulling (Y/n) tightly against her side. They walked past Midari as she blubbered and crawled over the floor towards Yumeko only to have the metal door slammed in her face.

“Come on, we’re already late!” Mary griped. “Some of us have scholarships to keep!”

“I just can’t wait to be sitting in a classroom with my (Y/n) again,” Yumeko sighed dreamily, “it will be just like old times!”

“Yeah.” (Y/n) smiled though she was still coming to terms with being held at gunpoint for wearing the wrong uniform. Yumeko hadn’t even seemed to be phased by it. Like it was something that was part of the school policy. We’re all rich people schools like this? Whatever, (Y/n) wasn’t going to let this one setback, no matter how momentarily terrifying, ruin her weekend with Yumeko.

Before they could make it to their classroom, the were jumped by another second year student with literal stars in her eyes as she grabbed Yumeko’s hands.

“Yumeko, I’m so glad I caught you!” She cheered.

“Oh hello Yumemi, what are you doing outside our classroom?” Yumeko asked.

“Waiting for you! It’s been so long since the Dreaming Creaming Sisters have performed and I need you to pretty please join me for a concert!” Yumemi sparkled.

“Dream—“ (Y/n) tried to muffle her inelegant snort with her hand but the action immediately drew in Yumemi’s attention, the idol’s face darkened slightly.

“Oh? What’s so funny stranger?” Yumemi asked with faux sweetness.

“I, um, sorry. It’s just uh, a unique group name you’ve got there.” (Y/n) answered sheepishly.

“Well, I’d like to see you come up with a better rhyme for dreaming!”

“Scheming, beaming, redeeming... meme-ing.” (Y/n) listed the first words that came to her head, making Yumemi’s smile tighten further with every suggestion.

“Who’s your friend, Yumeko?” The idol asked, fake interest rolling off her tongue.

“This is my girlfriend (Y/n)!” Yumeko said with pride. “Isn’t she just so cute and smart?”

‘Smart ass maybe.’ Yumemi thought to herself.

“Anyway, I’m sorry but I can’t perform with you right now. I’ve got class and I don’t want to leave (Y/n) alone.” Yumeko explained, hugging the girl for emphasis.

“I didn’t know you were part of an idol group now, Yumeko.” (Y/n) said as Yumeko guided her towards the doorway.

“It’s just a side hobby really.”

Before they could enter Yumemi pulled (Y/n) out of Yumeko’s hold, hugging her from behind, her starry eyes dancing with mischief.

“You’ve never seen Yumeko preform then, have you (Y/n)-san?” Yumemi asked, still hugging the other girl close as she weaved her trap.

“Yumeko has sang to me before, so I know she can sing very well.” (Y/n) admitted bashfully. “I’ve never seen her act as a full blown idol before though.”

“Isn’t that something you’d like to see? We could have it all set up in a matter of minutes, wouldn’t that be great?” Yumemi coaxed.

“I wouldn’t want Yumeko to do something she doesn’t want to do. Besides, her class is starting soon.” (Y/n) said.

“I didn’t hear a no.” Yumemi sing-songed while (Y/n)’s face buzzed with heat.

“If you’d like to see then I don’t really mind, (Y/n).” Yumeko grinned, pulling her away from Yumemi, “I like the idea of singing directly to you in a sea of people. They’ll all know exactly how much you mean to me.”

“Yumeko..” (Y/n) hid her face in the giggling gambling addict’s chest.

“Oh for the love of— are we going to class or not?” Mary yelled impatiently.

“I’m afraid I have a concert to prepare for Mary-san. Will you come watch with (Y/n)?” Yumeko asked.

“Fine whatever.” Mary bristled.

They all made to leave when Mary halted Ryota with a hand to his chest.

“Wh- what?” He asked, jumpily.

“You are going to stay here and take notes. They better be good ones too.” Mary threatened.

“But—“

“Notes, Suzui.” Mary commanded. The poor boy gave a resigned nod and with drooping shoulders he sulked into the classroom.

***

While Yumeko and Yumemi prepared backstage, Mary and (Y/n) found their seats and made light conversation as more bodies filed into the seats around them. Despite dating Yumeko, Mary found that (Y/n) seemed to have a good head on her shoulders.

“Saotome-san, what is that boy taking bets for?” (Y/n) asked.

“It’s just some weird niche idol thing Yumemite does. Don’t worry about it.” Mary dismissed, though inside she was worried this would become a bigger gamble that she couldn’t possibly cover up.

“This rich people school is so weird.” (Y/n) commented offhandedly.

“Tell me about it.” Mary agreed.

The house lights dimmed and the stage was set aglow. Upbeat music began to play and the crowd around them cheered as Yumeko and Yumemi entered the stage.

They sang their opening song and (Y/n) watched with delight, her heart beating faster every time Yumeko would meet her eyes throw a flirtatious wink or smile her way. (Y/n) would wave the red glow stick she was given in return.

“Now it’s time for the event you’ve all been waiting for!” Yumemi yelled over the crowd, causing them to cheer again. “The rematch of the century!”

“Rematch? What is she talking about Saotome-san?” (Y/n) asked.

“Ah, there just seeing who can do best in various idol based competitions.” Mary responded, truly hoping that that would be it, but Yumemite wasn’t done talking just yet.

“Before you all got here, one lucky seat was chosen for the spotlight! Let’s see who it is, shall we?”

Yumemi swept her hand across the packed auditorium and one light after the other blinked across the sea of bodies while the audience cheered. A bright light shone on (Y/n) and she blinked at the sudden brightness, surprised when the light didn’t immediately flicker back off.

“And there we have it! Our visiting guest from another school, how lucky you are!” Yumemi said with mock surprise as if she hadn’t had the thing rigged from the get go.

“You’ve won the opportunity to go on a date with one of us, the Dreaming Creaming Sisters! How will it be determined who you go out with? Well, it all depends on which one of us wins this gamb—“

“Game!” Yumeko hurriedly interjected, a faint gleam of sweat streaked down her cheek.

“Well, yes, I suppose ‘game’ is also accurate.” Yumemi cocked her head at the strange outburst. Yumemi didn’t really care what Yumeko called the gamble, she just had to win it. What better way to get back at the girl than to steal her girlfriend away for a night.

“The rules to this game are simple Yumeko-chan! There will be three rounds: perfect pitch, name the tune, and choreography memory match. Win two out of three, and you’ll get to go out with our lucky chair holder! Lose, and you’ll be paying for mine and (Y/n)’s night out. I’ll warn you, I’m not cheap!” Yumemi said with a showy laugh.

“But, I’m already dating Yumeko,” (Y/n) frowned, “I can’t go on a date with someone else!”

“Just hope Yumeko wins then.” Mary sighed. At least Yumemi’s way of gambling wasn’t too obvious. Her gambles were big and grand, but to an outsider they weren’t immediately discernible as anything but stage entertainment.

“Let’s make this quick, Yumemi-chan!” Yumeko smiled, hoping she could keep her desire to up the stakes in check.

Yumeko won perfect pitch, matching nearly every note with perfect accuracy. Yumemi won name the tune as many of the songs were conveniently of a western selection. Last was the choreography memory game and (Y/n) was nervous.

(Y/n) knew that Yumeko had a splendid memory, but the girl also detested demanding physical excursions such as this. She was probably already tired from dancing at the start of the show. To (Y/n), it was not looking to good for her girlfriend.

But to (Y/n)’s surprise, Yumeko followed the impromptu routine like a champ. Yumeko refused to let Yumemi outdo her, all for the sake of keeping (Y/n) close.

“She’s going to be so sore after this.” (Y/n) marveled. “You know I used to have to threaten her to make her go to gym class?”

“You could actually make her go to gym class?” Mary rose a brow, impressed. She hadn’t seen Yumeko attend gym class since the first week of her transferring. While Mary was still a house pet, she took great pleasure in watching Yumeko suffer through that class period.

Minutes went by and the two girls each adorned a a sleek sheen of sweat as they continued to dance, matching each other step for step. The fans were going wild at the display, waiting to see how would win the dance battle of a lifetime.

Then it happened in a flash. Yumemi, in her desire to get back at Yumeko for their last gamble against Natari Kawaru, tried to add a very complex step in her next turn and fell to the stage which led to her loss.

“Jabami Yumeko wins!” The MC announced.

Saori appeared from behind stage to help Yumemi back to her feet. Though pissed and embarrassed, Yumemi hid her feelings well and congratulated Yumeko on her win.

They closed off the concert with one final song and then the event was over.

“Have a nice dinner on me!” Yumemi sparkled, shaking (Y/n)’s hand after the show before walking back to her dressing room with Saori in tow. The poor manager was sure to get an earful from the idol once they were away from polite company.

Yumeko practically collapsed in (Y/n)’s arms.

“(Y/n), I’m so tired! Carry me!” Yumeko whined.

“After all that hard work you did? Happily.” (Y/n) hoisted Yumeko onto her back and the sweaty girl squeaked joyfully, wrapping her arms around (Y/n)’s neck.

The trio talked about the show as they walked (or in Yumeko’s case, carried) through the halls, slowly making their way back to the classroom for the next class period. Mary paused in her next comment as loud, purposeful steps were quickly catching up to them.

“Jabami Yumeko!” A voice filled with contempt called from behind them.

“Oh, Sayaka! How good to see you!” Yumeko smiled, sliding off of (Y/n)’s back to try to greet the secretary with a hug.

Sayaka dodged the attempt on her life, zapping her taser in warning as she glared at the demon before her. (Y/n) wondered if all the students were allowed to carry such dangerous items at school.

“You are in violation of school rules!” Sayaka sternly informed. “You did not fill out the proper paperwork to bring an outsider into Hyakkaou.”

“Really Yumeko,” Mary scoffed, “those are like, the easiest papers to fill out.”

“I’m sorry Sayaka, it must have slipped my mind.” Yumeko apologized.

“Your apologies mean nothing to me. Escort the girl out now.” Sayaka clipped.

“All I want is to spend time with my girlfriend. Surely you could make an exception just this once, Sayaka, friend?” Yumeko pleaded.

“Don’t refer to me as your friend,” Sayaka’s jaw clenched, “better yet, don’t refer to me ever.” Then Sayaka’s expression switched from hostile to something akin to a hopeful curiousness. “Did you say girlfriend? Like dating... monogamously perhaps? As in, you aren’t looking to be dating someone else right now? You want to spend more time with her than anyone else?”

“Yes!” Yumeko nodded, smiling obliviously.

Sayaka turned her attention to (Y/n), walking up to the other girl and grasping (Y/n)’s hands tightly in hers.

“Never break up with her,” Sayaka said, the closeness of her face scaring (Y/n) slightly, “please.”

“I um, wasn’t planning on it.” (Y/n) stuttered in reply.

“My, what do we have going on here?” A silky voice called from behind the group. Sayaka gasped and removed her hands from (Y/n) as if they had burned her.

“President! Vice president! What are you doing here?” The secretary asked.

“I’ve been hearing rumors of Yumeko stirring up my aquarium with a new fish.” Kirari’s lips curled in an interested smile as she eyed the unfamiliar girl. “This must be the one, hm?”

“This is (L/n) (Y/n), my girlfriend. She’s visiting me over the long weekend and I wanted to show her around the school to maximize our time together. Unfortunately I didn’t fill out the proper forms, you’ll allow it won’t you president? Please?” Yumeko explained with a cute pout that made Sayaka livid.

“Of course.” Kirari easily complied, tapping a blue nail against her smiling, equally blue lips. “She’ll just have to gamble with me first.”

Oh no. She said it.

“Gamble?” (Y/n) looked at the president questioningly while Yumeko and Mary hosted a silent eye battle between themselves to figure out how to deescalate the situation.

“Yes, dating Yumeko, I can imagine you must be amazing at it to catch her eye,” Kirari produced a pack of cards from her blazer, “any preferences?”

“I’m not much of a gambler, neither is Yumeko. I’m not quite sure I understand.” (Y/n) answered.

“Not much of a gambler, Yumeko?” Kirari’s lips rose into a highly amused smile.

“What she means to say is that I’ve dabbled in some friendly school gambles while I’ve been here. It’s kind of a tradition at this school, (Y/n). All in good fun.” Yumeko laughed.

“Yes, try telling that to the house pets.” Kirari mused.

“Could you just, shut up for like, five minutes?” Mary seethed, turning to the masked girl standing silently at Kirari’s left, “I thought I told you to keep your sister occupied today so this exact thing wouldn’t happen.”

Ririka shyly removed her mask, looking contrite. “I tried but she wanted to know what Igarashi-san was doing.”

“Could someone please explain to me what is going on here?” (Y/n) asked holding her hands out expectantly as she looked over each face in the little group they had formed in the middle of the hall.

“How about this,” Kirari circled the girl, “you beat me in a gamble and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

“And if I lose?” (Y/n) questioned.

“No penalty. This is highly entertaining for me as it stands. I just want to know if I can see what Yumeko sees in you.”

“Then I guess I don’t see the harm in it.”

“Excellent. Let’s take this party to the student council room shall we?”

Yumeko nervously twirled her ring as she watched (Y/n) sit across from the president. Kirari had all sorts of gambling dirt of her, as much as she loved (Y/n), she hoped the girl would lose this one.

“Blackjack?” Kirari asked as she shuffled the deck.

“I don’t know how to play that actually.” (Y/n) said.

“That’s fine. Texas Hold ‘Em?”

“No, sorry.”

“How about gin rummy?”

“Haven’t heard of it.”

“Thirty-one?”

“Nope.”

“Ten card no peek baseball?”

“Is that a real thing?”

“What card game do you know?” Kirari tried instead.

“...Go Fish?” (Y/n) replied.

“A woman after my own heart.” Kirari said, causing Sayaka to pout severely.

Kirari dealt the cards, spreading the remaining deck face down between them and the game was set. The pairs flowed evenly for the first couple minutes until (Y/n) had to go fish and Kirari obtained a small lead on her. (Y/n) just as quickly turned the tides a few turns later with a good guessing streak that landed her five more pairs.

The casual luck and easy going attitude (Y/n) presented while gambling with the president made Yumeko even more attracted to her girlfriend by the second, but still she hoped Kirari would turn it back around somehow.

It appeared luck wasn’t on Yumeko’s side however, as (Y/n) won the game with three more pairs then Kirari. The president smiled, mildly impressed by the outsider’s victory.

“Well then, what questions do you have for me?” She asked, shifting in her seat to cross her legs the other way.

“So this is some crazy gambling school, right?” (Y/n) asked with no preamble, not pulling any punches.

“Crazy would be subjective, but gambling is as important in this school as breathing. I’ve made sure of that.” Kirari answered.

“And Yumeko gambles.” (Y/n) said, mostly looking for acknowledgement that clarified the validity of the statement.

“Yes, one of the best in the school.” Kirari praised.

“It’s not dangerous though, right? She hasn’t done anything too drastic?”

Yumeko bowed her head, twisting her ring with a bit more force. A blush coated her skin as her heartbeat pounded in her chest. This was like a gamble in itself and oh, how intense it felt!

“Mm, hard to say.” Kirari shrugged, “I feel as though our definitions of these terms may differ.”

(Y/n) turned to face Yumeko who looked every bit the part of a scolded puppy. She didn’t need to ask any more questions. Not for Kirari to answer anyway.

“Yumeko, just what have you been up to?” (Y/n) asked, covering Yumeko’s hands to cease their twisting.

“(Y/n), I’ve been hiding something from you.” She sniffled, “I’ve been hiding it from you for a long time!”

“What is it?” (Y/n) asked gently, patting the girl’s silky hair.

“I’m, I’m a compulsive gambler!”

“Really?” (Y/n) was stunned.

“Yes, it’s true. I’ve had so many gambles I know you wouldn’t approve of.” Yumeko blinked her tears away as she allowed the truth to be out in the open. “I’ve gambled myself into millions worth of debt just so I could gamble even more, I’ve bet my finger nails, I’ve played Russian Roulette, I’ve bet my free will against become a pop idol and never being able to date again... I’m sorry you had to find it all out like this.”

“Yumeko...” (Y/n) was speechless, she didn’t know what to make of all this. Her sweet, adorable girlfriend had an intense gambling addiction that made her put herself in harm’s way on the daily?

“Please don’t break up, please don’t break up, please don’t...” Sayaka mumbled quietly to herself, rolling something that looked suspiciously like prayer beads in her hands. All the poor secretary wanted was for the snake to have a keeper that would pull her attention away from her president, was that so much to ask for?

(Y/n) sighed through her nose and pinched Yumeko’s arm harshly.

“Ow!” Yumeko whined.

“That’s for keeping secrets.” (Y/n) huffed, pinching Yumeko’s other arm, “that’s for putting yourself in dangerous situations. And this,”

Yumeko closed her eyes, waiting for another stinging pinch. Instead, she received a sweet kiss on her cheek.

“This is an apology for making you feel like you had to hide from me. I love you.”

“I love you too!” Yumeko sniffled, knocking her head into (Y/n)’s chest as she hugged her tightly.

“This doesn’t mean you’re getting a free pass anymore though, no more life changing gambles!”

“...how about three a week.” Yumeko asked shyly.

“Once a month max. You’ll kill me, my heart won’t be able to take the stress.”

“This day has been exhausting.” Mary groaned. “I thought I wasn’t going to let myself be dragged into this idiotic mess.”

“You’re a true friend, Mary-san!” Yumeko clapped.

“Ugh,” Mary ignored her, “come on Ririka, we’re running late for our next election gamble.

Ririka hurried over to the blonde and they exited the room together. (Y/n) and Yumeko followed after giving a cheery goodbye to the amused president and her disgruntled secretary.

“Lessons are over for the day,” Yumeko grinned, hugging (Y/n)’a arm as they walked towards the front gates of the school. “I bet you’re hungry, we didn’t even have time for lunch.”

“Food sounds awesome right now. Any suggestions?”

“I know a few places that might be good. We can go over them while we get ready in my apartment.”

“Sounds great.”

“Don’t let money discourage your final decision. Remember that Yumemi has graciously agreed to pay for our date tonight!”

“Oh yes, how could I forget my almost date with a pop star. How are your legs feeling by the way?”

“They’re so sore (Y/n)! Every step hurts!” Yumeko whined.

“Alright,” (Y/n) bent forward, “up, up.”

“Yay!” Yumeko cheered hopping onto (Y/n)’s back.

Yumeko refused to get off of (Y/n)’s back until they got home... which made taking the bus a little awkward.

~~~

Bonus Scene

Ryota sat stalk still in his desk, watching the hours tick by in the darkened classroom only lit by the soft light from the street lamps outside. He looked down at his notebook, filled with notes, two identical hand written copies for Mary and Yumeko. He looked back at the door, waiting for it to slide open.

“Yumeko, Mary-san,” Ryota weakly called, “please come back soon, I’m so hungry.”

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okay so i have an idea for a very long story. i figured out how i wanted it to end, so let me know what y’all think.

i’m thinking it can be just one part but to really flesh it out, it should probably be four parts [like four separate books]: the beginning, which establishes everything, the first middle part which will probably be shorter but it’ll establish the world after the events of the first part, the second middle part which starts to ramp up the stakes more for the main characters, and then the final part which is where all the events of the previous three parts come together and we get some emotional beats from the characters and badda bing badda boom.

but the think i’m going to have running through all the parts, starting with the later bits of the first part, is a romance. this is when i need y’alls help.

Jacob and Nashua meet in the first part. They’re our protagonists. They’re kind of like, not friends, but allies. They come from opposite sides of a war fought between the people and its rulers [Jacob is on the side of the people and Nashua is a prince/commander of some troops and loyal to the crown] but once they meet, Nashua especially starts to question his own role in things.

But in the first part, the only relationship that’s growing is friendship. I’m thinking this can be like, a slow burn enemies to friends to lovers kind of deal. it’s going to take a lot to write it but oh well.

So the first book will have Nashua seemingly sacrificing himself for another character’s wellbeing. I’m not going to make that the end of the first book though because I don’t want to end on that cliffhanger lol, but I am thinking it can be the second to last ‘part’ of this book. It’ll take another couple of chapters to realize he’s still okay, which is good! And then i’ll have the first book end with Jacob and Nashua still parting ways but the war is over and Jacob is unsatisfied because he lost people he loved but Nashua basically tells him that this is just the new normal, and that they have to make sacrifices for freedom, etc etc.

The second book will be a little shorter I think because it’s really just going to exist to establish a world post-first book war. Jacob is going to be struggling, Nashua isn’t going to be around as much, even though he and Jacob are friends, and Nashua is going to be insistent that he has to now take on a rising force inside the kingdom trying to seize power. Jacob will try to ask how he can help but will get rebuffed. It’s Nashua’s fight, not Jacob’s.

By the midpoint of the book you learn that Nashua is getting into some nasty shit in order to take down this threat and by the midpoint, Jacob is trying to convince Nashua to not go down that path which now includes some dark magic bullshit, but Nashua is so caught up in the desire to take down this rise in power by this other character, and he enjoyed the small rewards from the magic he’s already tried, that he doesn’t listen.

Because he doesn’t listen, he winds up unleashing a powerful, evil force into their world. Nashua also dies, and Jacob spends the second half of the book upset about it and struggling to contain the force that Nashua unleashed.

But by the end of the book, Nashua is back — however now he and Jacob are going to be blown to the shadow world in which the evil forces came from. That’s how the book ends, and we don’t know now if ANY of them are alive.

The third book will contain the after effects of book 2 wihle still playing off of the turmoil of book 1. Jacob comes back without Nashua and is struggling because of it but wont’ tell anyone really what happened in the shadow world in full detail. Finally we learn that Nashua was still stuck in the shadow world because he is punishing himself for the damage he caused in their own world. He doesn’t want to face it, he doesn’t want to keep on living his life like he didn’t just cause a lot of damage. But Nashua does eventually come back but it’s for a sinister reason. Magic folk who are mad at him are trying to brainwash him.

The whole third book won’t be as long as the first book but it’ll still esablish a lot: The first part will be a development of Nashua and Jacob’s realationship. The second and third parts of the book will highlight Jacob’s own fall from grace in the desire to save those he loves but in turn it really screws him up and Nashua is helpless to stop it. The fourth part of the book will introduce an antagonist who is misunderstood herself, but will also serve to highlight Nashua and Jacob’s relationship even more, specifically the pining portion of it.

And finally the third book will end happy, actually. The antagonist turned out not to be so bad after all, no one dies, Nashua and Jacob are still on the ground together, etc etc.

The final book will be an emotional one as we lead up to the end. Nashua is going to die again, this time seemingly for real. I’m going to have the first several chapters again devoted to Jacob’s reaction which is going to be more intense than before now that they’ve gone through all these events together and it’s going to be clear now that friendship is not just friendship but there’s something else blooming as well [romance].

Nashua eventually comes back but before he does, I’m going to establish this other shadow world in which he was held. It is more like a spirit world. And it’s scary as hell.

The book will continue on with some things, I haven’t quite landed on it exactly but I”m going to have Jacob put in a scary position again as he tries to save everyone, and I’m going to introduce a character that also helps highlight Nashua’s emotional journey from soulless prince, devoutee to the crown, to where he is now. The character will be the child of someone Nashua met up with in book four. He promised he’d take care of the child, so he does. Jacob doesn’t like the child as much because he views the kid as the reason for Nashua’s most recent death, which was traumatizing.

But they all work it out.

However, when the kid [I haven’t named them yet idk a name???] falls ill and dies, Nashua pulls out the stops to try and get him back and make him okay.

But, by doing that, he makes a secret deal with the spirit world that Jacob, nor really anyone but the child, knows about.

After that, we finally learn of our real villain who is THEE king, THEE person who has been calling the shots. It was the character we were introduced to in the first book, the one that Nashua first sacrifices himself for and the one we thought would be an ally.

He had shown up again in book three, and we get the indication that he was not just a random village resident, but he still isn’t sinister. Now we learn that he’s actually been calling the shots the entire time and has had a finger in almost every aspect of their lives.

Jacob is sent into a tail spin mentally about what parts of his life were meddled with and which parts were authentic. Nashua is determined to keep headstrong and figure out how to stop The Bad Guy. I’ll even have Nashua tell Jacob that both of them together are ��real” which will imply that if they are together in a chapter, then the events taking place are likely events not being meddled with.

By the end of book four, their relationship together is very obvious. It’s way more than just friendship, but they still haven’t said Those Words Yet TM.

However, as they’re running up to the final battle, Nashua and Jacob get pinned down by an adversary. I haven’t decided what character I want this to be, probably a neutral one that’s maybe been influenced by the true bad guy, but I haven’t decided. But in any case, I want them to be virtually unkillable.

Because now I want to envoke that deal that Nashua made with the spirit world. Only the spirit world would be able to take down this adversary, and if the adversary isn’t taken down, then Jacob is likely going to die, but Jacob has to stick around until the end.

So instead, I’m going to have Nashua finally activate the terms of his deal in order to sacrifice himself to take down the adversary. It sounds like a boring ‘we’ve already done this’ scene but I’m going to make it really beautiful.

Like, straight up I’m going to have Nashua sing Jacob’s praises, tell Jacob how amazing he is, how good he is deep down and how Jacob helped Nashua change, and how Nashua learned so much, and that Jacob isn’t just a fighter for the people but really a good person and a loving person. It’s going to be a long speech, but I think it’s worth it.

I’m going to have it encompass their journey together over the last three [althought at this point since we’re near the end, four] books and it’s going to be VERY impactful. The spirit world is coming, and the deal that’s been hanging over Nashua’s head and indeed the readers’ head will finally be acted on.

Nashua is going to the spirit world, that’s always been in the cards. You will understand that he is going to the spirit world and there’s no coming back from that. This will really feel like THEE final death for Nashua, and it’ll be sad, but it’ll also be emotionally satisfying because I’m going to have it so you feel like Nashua has been wanting to say all this for a long time now, like a very long time, but never could.

Like this scene has the emotional impact and weight as only a multi-book slowburn romance could have.

Nashua says I Love You because his knowledge of Jacob knowing he’s loved and that he is loving in return is enough for Nashua to find some kind of peace and enact the spirit world deal.

Jacob is just too stunned to speak, he doesn’t know what to do if he should tackle Nashua to stop the spirit world from coming or shut him up so the spirit world doesn’t come or what — but since we know Jacob feels the same way, we aren’t shocked when instead what comes out of his mouth is ‘don’t do this’ because this isn’t how he wanted this to happen. We know he feels the same way, and them talking about it shouldn’t have been here, but at a moment of peace where they could finally open up to each other.

But instead, Jacob doesn’t get a chance to say I Love You back [sorry, I know that’s frustrating] and Nashua is taken with a smile on his face. We’re going to end that chapter with Jacob on the floor, crying his eyes out, alone.

Okay, now, here’s the final two chapters — I hope you’re still with me here:

Jacob picks himself up and finds that kid that’s been palling around with them since he’s integrel to the defeat of The Bad Guy TM. Jacob also finds his sibling who also has skin in the game, and some other powerful creatures.

I’m not going to have Jacob really focus on the emotional weight of Nashua’s sacrifice though because I have too much story to wrap up and at this point, it’s not about their relationship anymore, right? So yeah, they all team up, they are betrayed by some magic person who turns out to be working for The Big Bad, but no big deal it’s fine. I’m going to have Jacob say something like “That’s not who I am” when the Bad Guy expects Jacob to kill him like Jacob has killed before — and I think that’ll be enough acknowledgement to the previous chapter. The chapter ends with the bad guy defeated, and the kid who now has the bad guy’s powers is just gonna peace out because I don’t need to care about him anymore.

Also I have decided by this point, after one scene in the chapter where Jacob thinks Nashua is back, and says his name, that that moment will be the last time Jacob acknowledges Nashua. It’s just too annoying to have to keep talking about it, right?

So anyway. The final chapter! Or I guess this is just the epilogue? I haven’t decided yet.

Jacob and his sibling kind of go back to how they had been doing things. No acknowledgement about the people they’ve lost, really no acknowledgement about Nashua. Jacob’s sibling says Nashua’s name once but grouped together with others, kind of like an after thought.

Jacob gets wounded very badly and winds up at the castle. He now has to stay there. I’m not going to give an explanation as to why, but he just has to stay there. He doesn’t really do anything, but he sees some old friends, which I guess is nice. It’s a different life than the one he just left, but that’s okay. He’s just gonna loaf around. He’s deserved it! He’s deserved some chill time with some old friends that have been taken in by the crown as well and who also seems to have fun there. It’s also more realistic.

Also, guess who is there as well??? NASHUA! Nashua has been in the castle the entire time!

I dont’ think i’m going to explain how in the course of one chapter he goes from the spirit world to the castle. He’s just going to be there. I know there’s not a lot of time between his big speech and his scene where he leaves, his sacrifice, but that’s okay. He’s there!

I thought about including a few chapters of Jacob trying to figure out how to get Nashua out of the spirit world but I figured it’s easier if Nashua just shows up. Less writing for me to do, and by now I would have done a lot of the writing, and I imagine my editor would just like to have an ending and be done with it.

Nashua is back at the castle! The castle in which tortured him and brainwashed him and was the source of a lot of his grief, even the place he’s fought against a few times by now with Jacob and his friends and family, but it’s okay because he’s helping to change the Castle’s culture. I don’t know how he’s doing it, but it’s implied. He just does it. Or maybe I’ll imply that he did it with the kid who wound up getting into power, but I’m not gonna show the kid either.

But he’s back! He’s back! It only took a chapter, and we don’t know how he’s back, but he’s back. No explanation, no reasoning, no chapters highlighting how he got out, he’s just out.

I know his final scene was emotional and implied he was going to the spirit world for good but HA subvert those expectations! Bam! And since both Nashua and Jacob are there together, to call back to the “we are” (real) moment between them, that means that this setting indeed is real! Everything here is now real and not being meddled with.

And they lived happily ever after in this Castle, no questions asked.

.........

and this is why i don’t lke the concept of cas being in heaven in 1520.

#long post #oh my god i know it's so long i'm so sorry #but idk how else to demonstrate how much i hate the concept of cas being in heaven in 1520 #longgggg post #salt #i guess #i. know i didn't match up every destiel beat in its entirety here but i'm just trying to frame it like a normal story #and my point is that cas being in heaven in the end makes 0 sense to me #and i am glad i didnt see him #i know it's comforting for some folks to think that he's there #and that's absolutely fine #indeed there are some good fics out there #but no i can't do it myself #and this is why #when you write it like so it makes no sense #also yes jacob and nashua are actual OCs of mine xD #no they don't have this story

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