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Cherry Bomb Part 2

Characters: Eddie Munson x OFC Mary Cherry

Summary: Mary Cherry, a peer-proclaimed good church girl decides once turning 18 that she no longer wants to be that angelic good girl. She wants to be bad.

This chapter is about the growing chemistry between Mary and Eddie. He smokes her up and gets her to open up about herself. He introduces her to 'real' music and changes her worldview forever.

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Warnings/Tags: Drug use (weed). Conversations about sex, sexual tension. Sexual awakening with metal and Eddie playing guitar. Hands.

Part One if you missed it.

Part 3 link at the bottom!

Mary and Eddie formulated a plan. They used her skills of scheduling and his skill of sneaking around and found pockets of time they could meet up. She scheduled things weeks in advance and it was all very foreign but also very amusing to Eddie. He didn’t know if he’d ever talked to someone who seemed to have their shit together to such a degree as Mary. He was used to metal heads and D and D players, groups not known for their full social calendars.

“I didn’t know churches had so much stuff going on.” he looks over the scribbled notes.

“Well you don’t HAVE to do it but if you want to look good you do.”

“All about keeping up appearances.” he mumbles.

She stops and makes a point to look him in the eyes. He expects her to scold him. “I’m so glad you get it, Eddie.”

“Get it?”

“No one else will admit that all this stuff is for show. They pretend it’s all about God and being close to him but it’s never felt like it’s about that. The meanest people I’ve met have been in church. Those old ladies are downright nasty. I didn’t wear tights ONE time to service and they called me a trollop behind my back!”

Eddie’s face lights up, a laugh down into his chest as he pushes back his hair and she’s distracted from her train of thought for a moment. The sound of the leather on his jacket, and the glint of silver from his jewelry was enough to capture her mind in rebellious thought. He was so unlike her in appearance, and yet he understood her mind better than anyone she’d spoken to before. “I didn’t know people still used that word.”

“They talk about me not wearing tights but if they knew what went down at those church lock-ins they’d forget all about my tights.”

“DO go on.” he pleads.

“Well last lock-in Ben fingered Cindy while everyone was watching a movie,” she says so casually he chokes on his drink for a moment. “And she denies it but I KNOW Lisa was going at it with someone outside a few weeks back.” she absentmindedly takes a sip. “During service people sneak off all the time. No one’s in the basement, there are plenty of bathrooms, they find a way.” she shrugs.

“I knew those church kids were gettin’ some.” he hits his hand to the table softly, “I’d never been able to confirm it but - thanks for that.”

“It’s nice to be able to tell someone to be honest.”

“Do you ever sneak around during church?” he asks with a raised brow.

“Oh no. I sit with my parents.” she shakes her head.

“Ol Mikey’s never wanted to… ya know.” he clicks his teeth and winks. It at least gets a brief smile out of her.

“Nah, he’s next to me and his parents next to him.” she sounds sad and it’s more than piqued his interest.

“I don’t mean just in church. From your list I’m guessing not.” he narrows his eyes, voice inflecting to lessen the invasive question. She doesn’t answer right away, avoiding his eyes. “If that’s too forward, sorry. I’m trying to gauge your comfort level, ya know? See where you’re at. You could be a freak for all I know.”

This makes her roll her eyes his way. “No more of one than you. My list is pretty straightforward. I’ve not done anything that’s on it before.”

“Nice way to dance around the question, I can respect that.” he nods and taps his chin in thought.

“What about you?” she asks after a pause, looking at her list.

“What about me?”

“Have YOU ever…” she tried to figure out what she really wants to ask and chickens out. “Done the things on my list?”

“Oh yeah, all of it.” he nods without hesitation. “You came to the right person. If I do say so, and I do.” he grins. “I’m not gonna judge you alright. Everyone goes at their own pace. We’ll figure it out together, kay?” he leans forward to hold her attention.

“Thanks. And thanks for not calling me stupid or the idea dumb or anything.”

“I’ve heard plenty of stupid plans in my life and this isn’t one of them. You’re wanting to break free from your chains, man. You’re rebelling against the system. You’re thinking outside the box. I love that shit. It’s metal as hell, Mary, and just from this conversation I’ve gained a lot of respect for you. This was brave.”

“Thanks.” is the best she can manage for a moment. She loved his enthusiasm, the clenching of his fists, and the way his eyes lit up when he got excited. “I’ve gained a lot for you too. You’re being really nice and I really appreciate it. You didn’t have to even talk to me, let alone help me out.”

“And you didn’t have to wake up and figure out the world you were living in was full of shit. But here we are,” he answers proudly. “Anyone willing to see past the wool they pull over our eyes is good by me. I’m all about nonconformity and being your own person, so this… you are exactly the sort of person I’m happy to help.”

“You’re really nice.” she answers with sad eyes.

“Don't tell anyone.” he whispers and winks.

He gets a soft smile from her, looking away and blushing so red he notices across the table and in the dim lighting. She considers telling him this was the nicest anyone had been to her in a long time. Everyone talked to her like she was dumb because of the church crowd she was in with. She wasn’t dumb, and he was supporting her point of view. It was a heart-touching change of pace for her. Before she can get sentimental, her eyes glance at her watch. She slightly jumps when she sees the time. “Oh, I’ve got to get going soon. I didn’t realize how late it’d gotten.”

“It’s not even 9 yet.” Eddie answers with a deadpan voice.

“Yeah, I have to be home before 9:30.”

“Not very bad of you.” he tsks.

“Baby steps.” she insists. “If I get grounded, I can’t do anything. I have to be smart about it.”

“You wanna knock one of these off your list before you head out?” he offers, sitting up to stretch his back.

“Which one?” she asks with a deep-set brow. It retreats and she lets out a noise of understanding as he tapped his pack of cigarettes against the table. “I have perfume in my bag, I think I can get away with it.” she nods happily, her childlike wonder in her eyes seeming so out of place to him now.

“You drive here?” he asks, standing and moving slowly, letting her follow in his shadow as he made his way outside.

“Yeah. You?”

“Yeah, my van is -”

“The one over there yeah. I’ve seen it at school.” she nods and puts her hands in her pockets nervously as he stands relaxed at the corner of the old stone building.

“Hard to miss,” he adds before lighting his own cigarette. “If you want to seem more relaxed and less well, tight, you’re gonna have to learn some body language,” he mumbles with a cigarette on his lip, moving to grab her arms take them out of her pockets and shake them. “Loosen up. Stand like you don’t care about going anywhere. Like you have every right to be right where you are. Take up some space.” he moves her around, using his foot to kick her legs apart. “Don’t put your hands together like that, here -” he hands her the cigarette that was in his mouth. “One hand with this, other on the hip. Stick it out. There ya go. Better. Not perfect but better.” he nods in approval before getting himself a cigarette but is distracted by a coughing fit that erupts next to him and he starts to laugh. “Long way to go, kid.”

“These taste so BAD!” she speaks with her tongue stuck out of her mouth and he continues to openly laugh at her.

“It was on YOUR list.” he retorts. “Give it back if you don’t want it.”

“No! I’m gonna try.” she steadies herself and with that cute wrinkled nose, she tries again. “Why does it taste like…dirt that’s gone bad?”

“Because that’s exactly what it is.”

“Good to know.” she mutters before taking a less noisy drag, only silently gagging this time.

“Hold it like his. Not like some fancy french woman” he manipulates her hand. “You gotta loosen up. Head up, confidence is key. People aren’t going to respect you unless you look like you deserve it.”

“I don’t look like I deserve respect?” her eyes go wide with question.

“You look like - don’t take this the wrong way. An easy target. Like you can be taken advantage of.”

“I do?” She looks slightly mortified.

“Bad people know what to look for in people. It’s a skill they gather, learning how to spot insecure people so they know they won’t stand up for themselves. Think of it this way. If you saw me like this -” he stand with his arms crossed, a neutral but vaguely threatening look on his face. “Would you wanna mess with me?”

“No.”

“How about now?” He shoves his hands into his pockets like she had and looks at the ground, weight shifting from leg to leg. “You see the difference?”

“Yeah I do now.” she scratches her head.

“Just think, don’t fuck with me, in your head and the rest will follow.” he offers with a sweep of a hand that now had another cigarette in it.

“That…weirdly makes sense.”

“Of course it does.” he retorts.

“I’ve been thinking oh God, no one mess with me, I’m scared, I don’t know what I’m doing.” he laughs as he lets out a small cough.

“Yeah I could tell.” he nods and grins.

“It’s been that obvious. Wow.” she shakes her head, now standing with arms crossed, cigarette pinched between her pink painted nails. “I’ve been at this with you for a few hours and I’ve already had a full-blown revelation.”

“Just wait for 48 hours, that one is a real doozy.” —-----------------------------------------------------

There was always a lot going on in a teenager's head at any given time. But since their meeting, more than usual had been following Mary and Eddie around. She assumed he hadn’t been thinking of her as much as she had him. But she’d been taking his advice to heart. It was natural for her to light up a little when she saw him in the lunchroom. She knew she couldn’t go talk to him but a sincere smile, a small head nod once they met eyes and the tiniest almost nonexistent wave of her fingertips clutched around her books caught him off guard mid-bite.

His eye went wider than he intended. He hadn’t expected her to acknowledge him at all. He didn’t know if he should acknowledge her back. He lost his cool exterior for a moment, eyes darting around paranoid before matching hers again. He gave a slight nod back and took a bite of his sandwich before breaking the eye contact.

“What the hell was that?” Dustin asked in a pubescent screech.

With a mouth full of food Eddie's eyes swing quickly to Dustin's sitting diagonal from him at the lunch table. “Mhmm? What the hell was what?”

“That… whatever happened with that pretty popular girl just now.” Dustin very obviously points and Eddie slaps his hand down into his tray of food.

“It was nothing.” a tone that clearly said back off.

“Nothing my ass. She did a little…” he does a tiny little wave of his hand.

“Who was that? Little Marry Unpoppable Cherry?” the older club member jokes under his breath.

“Maybe not so unpoppable.” the one next to him adds in an amused snort.

Everyone but Eddie laughs.

“Her name is Mary… and I wouldn’t call her popular OR call her by that nickname. How’d you like if someone called you some shitty nickname behind your back?”

The shamed boy shuts his mouth.

“You know who gave her that nickname? Those pricks that are sitting around her. We aren’t like them. We don’t call people stupid little nicknames and talk shit when we don’t know what the hell we’re talking about. Then we’re no better than them.” he roughly gestures with one hand in the general direction of the table where she sat with the athletes.

“Sorry.” someone mutters.

A quiet falls across the table. “So you’re not going to tell me what the hell that was about?”

Eddie glares into Dustin's soul with his almost black-brown eyes.

“Alright! Alright! Can’t blame a guy for tryin’!”

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Eddie’s sitting in his van, a street over from the library. This was the quietest his music had ever been in his vehicle and it was making him stir crazy. He drummed to a song faintly playing as he popped his lips and looked into the rear view mirror. He didn’t want to draw much attention to himself, as he didn’t want to seem suspicious and not only potentially blow Mary’s cover but his own. He pauses, eyes focused as a form comes into view. It was Mary, her sparklingly white reeboks stood out against the grass as she stumbled, pulling a sweatshirt over her head. Underneath was a stripped blouse of white and pink. A small V neck and rolled sleeves is a completely normal thing to see on a woman anytime, but for her, it was a bold step. Eddie only recalled noticing her in modest dresses or some kind of group t-shirt and jeans. She pulls the ribbon from her hair, fluffing it as she approaches, her sweatshirt now hung over her arm. She’s bright-eyed and only slightly huffing as she finishes her light jog at Eddie's van door.

“Hey!” she chirps and plops into the seat willingly.

“Go okay?”

“Oh yeah. The car’s parked between the library and the theatre. No one saw me leave the library.” she smooths down her fluffy hair, past her shoulders, and is now being fidgeted with at the ends.

“Nice break, jailbird.” he jokes with a smile before they make the drive to his place. As soon as they’re on the edge of town he turns his music back up. The head banging and hand drumming helped hide his nervousness. He shouldn’t have been. He’d had much more nerve-wracking plans with women before driving back to his place. Maybe he was picking up on hers. But she seemed oddly content in the passenger seat, head slightly moving with the music, watching the world go by outside the van window.

She followed him with a perfectly polite expression, like a puppy up to the trailer behind him.

“Ladies first,” he says with a slight bow and wave of his arm. She enters to find a room full of collectibles and trinkets. Hats hung like decorations and mugs lined shelves around the room. “Welcome, welcome. Excuse the mess.” he hunches and turns from her, headed toward the open space’s kitchen. There wasn’t a mess to speak of, he’d cleaned before she came over. He’d seen the house her family lived in, and it wasn’t hard for him to feel intimidated about where he lived when faced with how the other half lived. And Mary was certainly the other half. Her family wasn’t wealthy, but a two-story house in a nice neighborhood with two working parents and two cars was far from the situation he was in.

“Are these yours?” she asks, not turning his way.

“No, they’re uh… my uncles. Well, technically my aunt’s, was - my aunts.” he scratches his head, going blind to the decor of the space after it going unchanged for so long.

“They're cute.”

He huffs out a laugh, watching her inspect some hanging above the kitchen bar with nothing but genuine curiosity on her face. He didn’t expect her to be rude, but it wouldn’t have been the first time someone tried to be sarcastically nice about the place. “They used to uh, travel. A lot.”

“I wish I’d been to this many places.”

“Yeah me too.” he adds quietly, watching her before she returns to his face.

“The movie won’t start for another,” she glances at her watch. “Hour and a half and it has a run time of 86 minutes so we have plenty of time.”

“I know.” he gives a warm smile she doesn’t expect. “I got the uh, itinerary note you put in my locker.” he laughs, searching in his pocket and finding it and giving it a shake. “I’ve gotten plenty of things slid into my locker but none of them was an itinerary.”

“If I’m going to lie, I want to be sure we’re on the same page. To be a good liar you need to know all the information to manipulate the truth in your favor,” she explains confidently.

“I’ve created a monster.” he raises his head dramatically.

“I’ve always been like this.” she smiles proudly. “Except it’s been used to keep track of things like tests and babysitting. Never for lying. But it helps.”

“Whatever works.”

“And your Uncle is already gone for the night?” She knew he'd told her that already but she asked again out of nervousness.

“Yeah, he’ll be gone until the suns up. You’ll be long gone by then.”

“If this doesn’t kill me.” she tightens her lips.

“It won’t.” he laughs and moves to take her shoulders. “C’mon. It’s in my room. You’ll be FINE.”

“I’ve heard it makes you stupid.”

“That’s just a myth.” he groans.

“That it kills brain cells.”

“That’s just propaganda. Did they have you watch Reefer Madness in church or something?”

“How did you know?” she stumbles slightly looking back at him.

“Oh God, they did? Shit, I was joking. I’m sorry sweetheart. They’ve…they’ve really done a number on you, haven’t they. Damn cult.” he mutters as he still has hold of her shoulders gently, directing her down the short hall to his bedroom.

“I had someone tell me that one time. They were shouting we were in a cult, that we were sheep and needed to wake up. Whatever that meant. So I looked up the word cult in the dictionary and it said “a system of religious veneration and devotion directed toward a particular figure or object”. So I mean… they were kinda right weren’t they?”

“You memorized the definition? Didn’t know you were such a nerd.” he teases and gets a laugh out of her.

“Knowledge is power, Eddie.” she answers defiantly.

“Oh someone’s been watching their Schoolhouse Rock.” he mocks.

“Shut up!” she laughs as she tries to shove him playfully but he pushes her unexpectedly to plop onto his bed.

“So tell me, Miss Cherry, why would such an apt pupil, armed with all the knowledge a brainwashing campaign can offer, want to do a thing like this?” He says with a faux authoritative tone while digging through a cabinet.

“To find out for myself.” She states as if it’s obvious. “Same reason I talked to you.”

He stops and looks up, then to her. “That’s a good answer. Keep that.” He jabs his finger at her before rising and opening a familiar-looking lunch box on his dresser. “I don’t have any rolled so, gimmie a minute.”

She nods and bites her lip, taking in the cluttered bedroom. There was so much going on it was hard to know where to focus. It reminded her of her older brother's dorm room she’d seen when they visited him at college. Posters, art, and stickers covered the walls, she counted possibly 4 guitars and two big amps in the already small room. “Why so many guitars?” She asks innocently.

“Because I love them.” He answers happily. “You got the ax here. She’s the queen of the place. The acoustic is necessary for variety but also it’s what I learned on. This was my first electric, pawn shop special. She’s solid enough but she’s not the ax.” He beams the entire time he talks., fingers working some magic on the table Mary doesn’t understand.

“They’re all girls?”

“Oh, they are grown women.” He draws out the words and then amused with himself, laughs at his joke. “Yes, they’re ladies.” He adds looking up briefly from rolling the joint on the table.

“Why?”

“Have you ever played guitar Mary?”

“No.”

“And -no offense- I know you’ve not made love to one-“

“A guitar?”

“No! A woman you…” he snorts and runs the joint across his lips. “Don’t play dumb. It doesn’t suit you.” He interjects. “I love these guitars. They’ve got curves and you have to touch them just right to get them to do what you want.” He smirks and notices the blush subtle on her cheeks. “But when you do it right. When you’re in the zone and it’s all coming together it’s mind-blowing and feels better than anything else you’ve ever experienced.”

She gulps. “Are we talking about women or guitars now?”

“Both. Actually.” He gives a smile that makes her feel more at ease as he sits next to her on the bed, fingers fussing with the joint.

“Then I’m glad I had that added to my list already.” Her eyes were a bit wide and she stated it in a tone that felt like a joke but she meant it.

“You’ll get there.” He pats her knee. “But tonight we’re crossing this off.” He wiggles the joint in his fingers. “I’m going to introduce you to some real music and we’re gonna smoke and it’s gonna be great. Very chill hang out sesh, kay?”

“That sounds great. “

“Then stop picking your nails and loosen up your shoulders.” He sneers, lighting the joint and taking a drag before handing it to her. “Hold it like I showed you with the cigarette.”

She pinched it and stared it down as if it might attack her. She took a deep breath and looked over to Eddie for support.

“You’ll put it in, like a straw, right? And suck the air through it. Hold it if you can a few seconds then exhale.”

She nods quickly and swallows.

“It’ll be fine. I promise you.” He puts his hand over his heart.

She does as instructed and goes into a coughing fit about 2 seconds into holding it.

“That-a girl!” He praises as she shakily hands him the joint back. “Gotta cough to get off.” He pats her back supportively.

Without words, she asks what the hell he’s talking about with her face.

“It’s a saying. Coughing makes you higher. Makes the lungs take it in more.” He waits for her to wipe the tears that had formed and return her hands to her lap. “You good?”

“Yeah, I think so I don’t really….” She pauses and feels a warmth wash over her.

He watches her shoulders slump and her posture go bad. “Uh-huh you don’t, huh?” he snickers.

“I do.” She answers simply and it causes him to start laughing.

“Ya feeling it?” He teases and takes another drag.

“Uh-huh” she doesn’t nod but he can see the wheels turning in her slowly shifting bloodshot eyes.

“You good?” he follows up again, leaning in to get a good look at her face.

She considers it for a moment.

“Mary? Hello?” He asks, snapping his fingers.

“Sorry yeah, what?” Her aloof expression causes another giggle from him.

“I ask you a question and you were quiet for a few minutes.”

“Oh sorry. Yeah, I’m… my thoughts are going all over the place. What’d you ask again?”

“I asked if you were good.”

“Oh right. Yeah. I am but the whole point was to try to be bad right?”

“I meant are you high but you answered my question with that response.”

“Oh.” She begins to giggle now. “I was getting all… existential on ya.” She titters quietly.

“That’s the best part about smoking man. The conversation. And also that nice relaxed feeling. Do you get it in your chest? Like everything doesn’t suck for once?”

“Yes its… very nice.” She lets out a groan she didn’t know she needed to release.

“I thought you might benefit from it honestly. You’re wound so tight.”

“I know. I don’t wanna be.”

“You won’t always be if you work on it. You can change anything about yourself whenever you want. That’s the wild thing about being human.”

“Hmmph. You really can can’t you?” She sees different versions of herself flashing before her eyes.

“If you don’t give a fuck about what anyone else thinks you can.”

“Man, what's that like?”

“Wouldn’t know.” He shrugs.

“You act like you don’t care about anything.”

“Yeah but like you said. I act.” He offers with a dramatic hand.

“But you do all these things, the music the look, the drugs? Doesn’t that mean you don’t care?”

“I care a lot actually.” He pauses and tilts his head, looking around the room, resting his hands on the bed, leaning back slightly. “Just not about what most other people at Hawkins do.”

“You care about guitars.”

“Yeah. And music. D and D.”

“Dungeons and Dragons.” She states. “That’s your club right?”

“Yep. I love that shit man. You get to go be someone else, be somewhere else. Make up your own rules. That’s the thing with fantasy you don’t have to follow the rules that you do in real life.”

“I think I’d like fantasy.”

“You know what? You’re right. You would.” His eyes light up and he starts looking around the room. She watched him move things intermittently before a worn book is chosen. “I assume you read?”

“I can yeah.”

“I meant in your spare time” he laughs.

“Oh.” She shares the giggle. “Bible study, book club. Homework.”

“I don’t mean the Bible or for school. Do you ever read for fun?” He sounds exasperated for her.

“I… yeah.” He sees her shrink up a little.

“Did I upset you? Was I an asshole just now? I didn’t mean to be.”

“No, I'm just… sensitive. Sorry.”

“I’ll back off.” He holds his arms up in defeat.

“No, don’t. I need to toughen up. I need to share these things with you for you to understand me, be able to help me out.”

“That’s what I wanna hear.” He claps his hands together, still holding the book before sitting back next to her on the bed and facing her this time.

“I’ve been… taking books from the public library and the school's library for a year or two now. I don’t want anyone to know I read them so I can’t check them out.” She turns to face him too. Knees almost touching on the made bed. “I’ve been reading Sweet Valley High books. And there are some YA novels from the 70s that are surprisingly… risqué in the library.”

He didn’t want to patronize her. She was opening up to him. But he was seeing just how sheltered she’d been. She wasn’t allowed to read something as harmless as Sweet Valley High? No wonder she’d come to him for help. She was in a world that he was quickly realizing he couldn’t relate to. This made the tasks at hand that she’d shared with him all the more difficult to play out. He didn’t want to feel sorry for her or pity her. He hated when people did that to him. So instead he begins to look at her as someone fascinating. He wanted to know what her world was like. He loved fantasy and in a way she was stuck in one. Albeit a dystopian one. He was now the light-bringer in her world. The one who lit the way to enlightenment. As an avid fantasy fan and dungeon master, it wasn’t a task he took lightly.

“I remember finding a romance novel in my mom's bedside table. I couldn’t take it and read it but I flipped through it and it was… well there was certainly sex in it.” She grins. “And I thought to myself, if my mother can have something like this and claim to be so… so holy then I can read books with romance in them too. If she isn’t limiting herself like she’s limiting me then that’s not fair. That’s honestly something that started this whole list.”

“It’s called being a Hypocrite.” He says with a judgemental tone he didn’t try to hide. “People who try to control others very rarely follow their own rules. I would bet that if you went and snooped some more you’d find things that you’d never expect them to have.”

He sees it wash over her face, soberer for a moment with flashes of memories where they had indeed been hypocrites. “Do as I say and not as I do.” She mutters.

“Oh yeah. That’s textbook hypocrisy there.” He points his finger at nothing particular but the emotion being it was sure something.

She sighs and moves to see the joint in a makeshift ashtray on the nightstand, now no longer lit. “Can I?” She holds out her hand.

“Yeah, of course.” His voice was soft and so were his hands as he helped her learn to work the lighter and light the joint again. Another coughing fit ensues but it isn’t enough to distract her from how nice it felt for his hands to touch hers. Once she’s gathered herself, now 3 hits in and coughing less each time she continues.

“You have soft hands.”

Its the last thing he expected out of her mouth and his face gave away his surprise. “Thanks. I use lotion on them.”

“Really? I don’t know any guy who does that.”

“It helps with the callouses.”

“Like on toes?” She asks innocently.

“See? When you play guitar it toughens up your hands from the friction of the strings. Learning to play your hands bleed before you build up callouses.”

In her open and vulnerable state, she does what she wouldn’t otherwise have the courage to and takes his hand into hers and studies it. The backs were baby soft but the fingertips were hard. Like tapping on a wall. He lets her look, now thinking how nice it felt to have someone touch his hands too. Her fingertips traced lines in his palm to his fingertips where she inspected the hard pads.

“If I don’t use lotion they get scratchy and well, they don’t feel that great on your skin when you’re trying to touch someone.”

She compares their hand sizes and finds his finger much longer. “The effort doesn’t go unnoticed.”

She spoke like an oracle in one of his stories. He must be higher than he thought because she elaborated after watching his reaction. “Girls talk all the time about how guys don’t take care of themselves. Wishing they’d do stuff like use lotion and wash their faces. They like to bitch about their boyfriends a lot. It’s the majority of what they do. At least around me.” She shrugs. “So anyone getting touched by you notices and appreciates it. I can tell you that.”

“I never understood why people complained about their boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, wives so much. If you don’t like them why are you with them?”

“Right?! She says with relief. “If you’re so miserable, leave! Or shut up about it. Because I don’t care. I think your boyfriend is a prick who tried to get me to sleep with him while you were dating. So anything to inconvenience him I’m down for.”

“That didn’t sound hypothetical.” he showed his concern in his voice.

She looks up to meet his gaze. “Yeah, it wasn’t.” Her face read as disappointed but he wasn’t sure at what exactly. “I know what they call me,” she adds quietly. “Unpoppable Cherry.” she rolls her eyes.

“Yeah…” his voice had vocal fry, dragging a bit and not knowing how to comfort her. “I’ve never called you that.”

She boldly holds eye contact with him for a long while, then looked over his face which was the kindest anyone had looked at her since she could remember. “You’re the only one I think.”

“They’ve been pretty awful to you haven’t they?”

She nods and finally looks away.

“Why do you still hang out with them?”

“I don’t know. Habit? The girls I’m on the team with, the guys are their boyfriends. My boyfriend plays basketball so those guys come with the territory.”

“Why ARE you a cheerleader anyway? You aren’t like any of them.”

“I’ve done it since I was a kid. I like it. It’s fun. The actual tumbling and the athletic part of it. Not so much any other part. Not the girls for sure. They’re either mean or ignore me. I don’t know which is worse.”

“I get that. That’s how a lot of people treat me. They’re either angry to my face or they act like I don't exist. I think I prefer the to my face. At least it’s honest.”

Another weak “Yeah.” to add to the growing list. He hadn’t meant to bum her out.

“Well maybe this’ll help you forget it.” he raises the book he’d forgotten about. “Fantasy, right? You don’t have to think about that shit when you’re in it.” he holds the worn copy of Fellowship of the Ring to her. She takes it and studies it. “It’s about the journey this Hobbit takes to… well save everyone. To put it simply. There’s wizards and monsters and all that epic shit. It’s a favorite of mine.”

His enthusiasm as always is infectious.

“Oh! There’s this band, Led Zeppelin, and some of their work is influenced by the books. There are multiple books by the way so when you finish that one, I can give you the others.” he speaks quickly and squats in front of a few stacks of records in a cabinet. There’s a lot of other kick-ass bands that like them too. Megadeth, Sabbath, you ever heard of Pink Floyd?”

She shook her head but didn’t speak, her eyes were no longer sad and he knew he’d succeeded in his distraction of her.

“Then prepare to have your mind blown,” he announces proudly. “This is Led Zeppelin 2, came out in 69. The same year as their debut album named the same…minus the 2.” He handles the record like a baby, light fingers and delicate movements to gently place it on a player connected to a large cassette sound system. “So many iconic riffs on this album.” he turns the needle to ‘Ramble On’ as he grabs his guitar and sits on the bed, head, hand, and foot already bobbing to the tune.

He watched as she got to experience her first taste of what he considered real music. Her pupils dilated, she barely even blinked as she listened. He played along with a short section quick guitar, snatching her attention away from the stereo as goosebumps crossed her arms. She’d never seen hands move so fast. He matched the song exactly in every way and she was completely invested in every movement his fingertips made. “Mordor is a place in the book,” he explained as the lyrics passed. She barely heard him speak, nodding and leaning forward slightly, eyes bouncing back and forth between his hands. The song ends and he pops up the needle on the record. He couldn’t help but ask “So… what’d you think.”

‘Holy shit.” she says breathily. He couldn’t have wished for a better reaction.

“Good right?” his brows raise and he excitedly starts hitting switches and finding a certain cassette. “I’ve played this one so much I don’t know if it’ll work, to be honest. I need to get a new one.” he fumbles, a pencil shoved into the cassette wheel to make sure it was tight before snapping it in. “This song…lemme find it…” the stereos blare for a few seconds at a time as he finds the song he’s looking for. “This one… I think you’ll like it. “It’s called Eat Your Heart Out. By Dio.”

“Like your jacket.” she meets his eyes, still in a daze.

“Exactly! You noticed!” he clenched his fists in excitement. “Listen to the lyrics. It’s…well it’s kinda about you.” he drops, sitting back down again with his guitar to mimic the entire song.

This song was heavy. It was fast. It was metal. And her ears tingled as she had to take a deep breath in to steady herself. She’d never heard anything like this before, and now she didn’t want to hear anything else. She thought his fingers might start smoking with the speed they picked up on the guitar. Her heart rate had been raised for many reasons at this moment but hearing someone talk about “Eat Your Heart Out, You’ve been a bad, bad girl…” she flushed red all the way down to her chest. Speaking of being in prison, of breaking free. ‘You’ve been hungry all your life.’ She’d never related to a song more. She mouths the word “Fuck” unheard by Eddie as he was concentrated on nailing the solo. The only thing she was more distracted by than his hands was his mouth. He mouthed every word, only stopping to bite his lip as he concentrated. She felt her mouth dry, not sure if the weed or the sudden feeling of flutters in her stomach and farther down were to blame. She wanted to ask if this is what being turned on felt like. She wouldn’t dare ask that. Yet. From that moment on she would compare all music to the songs, he introduced her to, changing her view of music forever. It wasn’t the only thing that changed that night inside her. Her feelings about Eddie had shifted, and she never looked at him the same way again.

PART 3

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sunnyie-eve · 4 days

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29 | Trust

Series: Indispensable | Teen Wolf

Paring: (Stiles Stilinski x OFC Martin)

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: light smut, first time

| MASTERLIST |

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Agent McCall attempts to question Stiles, Scott, Julia, Lydia, and Kira about the incident at the power plant. The whole time Stiles continues to one-up Scott's dad while Sheriff Stilinski attempts to hide his amusement.

Agent McCall then recounts the events adding a one detail that wasn't readily apparent at the time someone left the message for William Barrow on the blackboard in the chemistry classroom.

As the questioning goes nowhere, the Sheriff sums up the situation saying that the kids were in the right place at the right time and Kira is alive because of them.

Dropping the sisters off at home, Stiles stops Julia before she shuts the door behind Lydia, who was walking towards the door.

"Huh?"

"About what Scott told me last night... It was about when y'all kissed." He says so she motions for Lydia to go inside without her.

"Why were you guys talking about that?" She awkwardly laughs.

"At first we were talking about why you didn't want to help prank Coach and then I got curious why he kisses you. So I asked him."

"And he said?" She gets back in the jeep to talk since she was curious as well.

"He didn't know why but I knew he was lying. He then said it's because you're not unattractive. And it wasn't to get over Allison like I asked. So I kept asking him why because in the past he thought I liked you... so I was curious if he thought that why kiss you. I know he couldn't blame a full moon like he did with Lydia."

"Honestly I don't even know why he did." She tells him.

"He kissed you because he could and he wanted to. He found you attractive. And y'all could have done a lot more than kiss but you stopped him. Is that last part true?"

"Yeah, something could have happened but I did stopped him. I don't want my first time with just anyone. I want it to be with someone I trust. And yeah, I trust Scott but it's not the same kind of trust. That's why I never did anything with Isaac as well." She explains to him, "I know that sounds a bit stupid." She laughs at herself.

"No, it doesn't. I completely get it. Honestly, I want that for you. I don't need anyone hurting your feelings because then that means I have to kick someone's ass." He says in a serious tone making her laugh.

"You kick someone's ass?" She laughs at him.

"You know what?" He starts to drive off with her still in the jeep, "I'm kidnapping you for that." He takes off.

"I get the right side of the bed then." She didn't have a problem with that.

While laying in bed cuddling trying to fall asleep Julia's hear stops beating while Stiles whispers next to her ear, "I really want to kiss you right now."

"E-excuse me?" She whispers turning to look at him lost.

"Isaac and Scott have kissed you and you didn't mind."

"I-I- I mean they did but Stiles..." She was lost for words.

"What's different with me?" He asks her slightly hurt.

"So many things..." She whispers as he cups her face.

When his lips finally met hers again, they were sure time had stopped. Julia had felt a set of goosebumps rise on her skin as she kissed Stiles back eagerly, and they both smiled into the kiss when Stiles suddenly moved back.

He moves to where Julia was flat on her back as he climbed in between her legs before kissing her again.

He couldn't believe that he was actually kissing. Stiles ground their crotches together, which ripped a loud moan from her. She turned her head away, embarrassed by what just happened.

"Stiles," She tries to move away from him so he sits back moving away from her.

"I'm sorry." He apologizes to her as she had tears in her eyes, "I'm so sorry for making you uncomfortable."

"You didn't... it just... I don't want to make us awkward. I don't know what I would do if we drifted apart. I'm so much closer to you than to them." She explains wiping her tears away.

"Julia, there's no way we could ever drift apart. Plus, I made the move to kiss you. I've been wanting to kiss you since you stopped my panic attack at school." He now wipes a tear away so she leaned forward, reconnecting their lips.

She felt like a heavy weight was lifted off her chest. A lump in her throat that she didn't know was there dissipated, and when Stiles started kissing her back, she finally wrapped her arm around his neck. Stiles deepened the kiss, asking for permission with his tongue, which she happily granted.

Stiles groaned into her mouth when he finally got to kiss her the way he wanted to for so long, and when she pushed her hips up to grind against him, he swore he lost his sanity. His hands traveled down her sides and under his shirt, where they settled on her waist.

"Can I take this off?" He referred to his shirt on her.

"Umm, I'm not wearing a bra at the moment..." She leans back to look at him, "And if I let you take off the shirt... you'll be the first guy to ever see me there without one."

"Oh, if-if that's makes you uncomfortable then we can totally leave it on. I don't mind." He makes sure she knows he's okay with that.

Julia closes her eyes taking a deep breath in before removing the shirt herself then slightly covers part of her chest with one hand. Stiles takes her hand in his own slowly moving, removing it from her chest. He leaned back down and started spreading small pecks along her neck and down to her collarbone.

Julia could feel Stiles smile into her skin. His hand slowly traveled down her body, settling onto her hips and pushing them back down into the mattress.

Julia hands tucked slightly at Stiles' shirt, signaling that she wanted it off; he sat back on his knees and pulled his shirt above his head. Stiles' hands were back on her thighs, rubbing small circles with his thumbs that made her legs twitch.

"Do you want me to stop? We don't have to go further," Stiles asked. "Honestly, this was already way more than I ever expected to happen. You don't -"

Julia giggled as she noticed Stiles was starting to get into a nervous ramble. "Stiles, calm down, you're fine, I don't want to stop."

"Okay, good, good, but tell me if I need to stop. I will I prom-"

"Stiles!" She whispered yells his name, "Will you please shut up and get back here?" She reached her arms out to him, signaling to him that she wanted him back on too of her.

Stiles smiled as he leaned back down, capturing her lips in another kiss. Both of them hadn't planned this, and neither one of them knew how to make the next move. They both knew they wanted more.

"This would be easier if one of us wasn't a virgin." Stiles whispers as he slowly moved his hand that was still on her thigh a little higher.

Julia let a small moan escape her lips, which was swallowed by Stiles as he kept kissing her. He undid the tie of his sweatpants she was wearing.

"Stiles, please," She whimpered against his lips.

He starts to pull her pants down so she lifted her hips for him to make it easier, and when they were finally off, he ran his hands up and down her thighs, feeling her soft skin.

Julia sits up to push Stiles slightly so he would lay on his back but he sat up shaking his head no, "No, come here." He pulled her towards him onto his lap into another kiss.

Stiles' hands roamed over her body and settled on her ass; he pushed her hips down to grind harder against him as she was still mostly hovering over him, unsure whether she should put her whole weight on him.

When Stiles finally felt Julia let go and sink down on his lap he moved one of his hands from her ass to between their bodies where he pulled her panties aside.

"Are you sure about this? Seriously?" Stiles asks to make sure.

"I'm 100% sure, Stiles."

"You really trust me?" He smiles as their eyes lock.

"Of course I trust you." She says as he lines himself up with her as she lays in her back and he gets above her.

Stiles slowly pushed in, making sure not to hurt her. He stayed still for a moment, just taking in her beautiful face and the feeling while she adjusts to him.

Julia stars to move her hits slightly to let him know he could move. He immediately found the right spots that had her moaning under him.

Both were rudely awakened by Stiles' alarm letting them know to get up for school, "Stiles get up!" Noah yells out in the hall causing both to immediately sprang into action, getting their clothes back on, just as they had finished putting on their clothes and pulling one of Stiles shirts down, the sheriff entered the room. He looked surprised, expecting to only find Stiles.

"Morning Noah." Julia gives him a smile.

"Thought Stiles dropped you and Lydia off last night?" He laughs.

"Yeah, but we decide to have a last minute sleepover." She laughs, "Plus I like last minute sleepovers because I get to wear comfortable clothes to school the next day." She messes with Stiles' shirt on her.

"Just get to school you two." He leaves them alone.

Julia rubs her face walking to the bathroom to do her hair while Stiles got things ready to go then they both met at his jeep.

Parking at school the two just sit in the jeep still haven't said a word to each other since waking up, "You okay this morning?" Stiles speaks up first to check in her.

"Umm sore but I'm fine. Thank you for asking." She manages to look at him with a smile, "By the way, I'm very honored to be your first."

Stiles lets out a loud laugh, "Please, I'm honored that you trusted me." They both get out and walk inside.

"Class starts in five minutes. Just because there's no power don't expect there to be no school." Coach walks the halls with his megaphone.

"That was a triple negative. Very impressive, Coach." Stiles tells him so he pretty much thanks him while Julia walks off towards class.

"What the hell happened last night? You never came inside." Lydia joins her side as they walk.

"Oh, last minute sleepover since we started talking about something in front of the house." Julia smiles.

"And that would be?" Lydia picks up her pace since Julia did.

"Why Scott kissed me during the summer."

"Wait, you and Scott kissed?!" Lydia almost shouts.

"Well, made out but yes. I don't know why I did but I stopped it from going further because I wanted it with some I trust."

Lydia grabs Julia arms to stop her, "Wanted? You mean want."

"Huh, yeah." Julia releases she slipped.

"Julia..." Lydia keeps eye contact with her, "That's why you're practically glowing this morning. You and Stiles hooked up!" She shouts so Julia covers her mouth.

"Will you shut up! It happened but it's nothing." Julia moves her hand going to class while Lydia just stands there.

"You trying to become a statue?" Stiles laughs passing Lydia so she looks at him with a smile, "You okay?" He asks her.

"I'm fine, are you fine?"

"Yeah, I great." He laughs at her.

"I bet you are." Lydia giggles walking away before turning back around, "Oh, and I swear to god... If you hurt her feelings, I'll make your life living hell." She turns back around so Stiles chases after her.

"What are you talking about, Lydia?"

"Please, it's obvious something happened last night between you and Julia. You're both glowing this morning and can't stop smiling." She gives him a look, "If you somehow mess up y'all's friendship, I'm gonna be piss. Because she never been so happy and comfortable with someone." She leaves him.

Later in the day walking towards her locker, Aiden goes up to Julia with a smile, "Can I help you?" She eyes him.

"Yes, you can."

"How so? You want me to talk to Lydia?" She puts some books away.

"Not exactly. Danny is having this party and mentioned a place he can hold it. I was wondering if you would like to help decorate Derek's place." He asks her.

"Derek's loft? You want to use his place for Danny's party? He'll lose his mind if he finds out."

"But he won't." He smiles.

"Are you only helping Danny because Lydia only sees you helping kill Boyd? Look, it's going to be hard getting over that bump in the road. She likes you but you have to work for it.... From your heart." She adds giving him a look.

"Will you help or not, Julia?" He groans.

"Fine, I'll help. I have nothing else planned and Stiles hasn't tried dragging me into anything yet." She gives him.

"Thank you so much!" He picks her up hugging her, "You're the best." He points walking off as Stiles walks up confused.

"What since Lydia won't give him another chance, he's moved onto you now?"

"What, no. He asked me to help decorate for Danny's party he's helping with so I said yes." She closes her locker laughing.

"You really made plans with Aiden?" Stiles says disgusted.

"And Ethan with Danny. Plus I had a free schedule." She says since it was no big deal to her.

"What if something comes up?"

"Y'all will be fine without me for a night." She pats his back before walking away:

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seongminiz · 10 days

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to do list:

write smutty things in jo’s inbox✅

so.. i see u like zb1…did u watch the mv for zb1’s sweat? i am currently trying to keep up with too many groups atm but the mv did alter my brain chemistry permanently and honestly i’m too scared to watch the live stages but i’ve got 2 scenarios playing out here because i am not a loyal person when it comes to zb1😓

i desperately need to ride jiwoong and have him smack my ass with the same enthusiasm as he humps the air towards the end of the mv.. his chest.. ugh i wanna lick all over it and suck his tiddies in my mouth, men who have tiddies justshhdjdjdjd i desperately need my face in between them at all times slobbering all over them omgggg.. erm and then idk i just need jiwoong to wreck me . like i’m so serious he’s insane for looking like that what the hell!!!! is his problem!!!! that wasn’t really a scenario honestly head empty when it comes to him. i could see him being into dumbification for sure.. i also see ppl hc him as being rly mean/frat boy but i don’t think so :( i think he’d be a fairly soft dom but if u want him to hurt u then he will >:))))

matthew on the other hand.. on paper, he’s my bias for sure, and i love toxic!matthew headcanons and i do agree he is probably(hopefully) rly big and girthy.. he’s definitely the type of guy to want his partner to wear a sundress or like some loose shorts whatever gives him the easiest access to play with you, would fill you up with his cum and then make you try to hold it in, in public<333 park dates or beach dates or smth summery but he’s out to get u the whole time, keeping you so flustered and needy and then giving you what u want, mocking you for it cuz ur just a dumb baby :(( need his cock all the time :(( and then cumming inside and making u hold it in so he can watch you struggle to do so and become so ashamed when it begins to dribble down ur thighs.. but the feeling of clenching to try to keep it inside you just makes you desperate again and the cycle continues<33333

i feel like i often come into ur inbox and then kinda blackout and then i’m just like yeah idk what that was *tucks hair behind ear* anyways i hope u like.

- 🧁 anon

🧁 do u want me dead be honest ..... just think of how i felt when i woke up this morning n saw this long ass ask in my inbox 💔💔💔 /pos

(i kept it to myself for the whole day bc im a gatekeeper at heart amen)

yes i did watch the sweat mv !! that part of the choreo at the end .. my friend started calling it the dickslap so now everytime we see a video of it we send it to each other like 'get dickslapped‼️‼️' bc we have the humor of a 12yo

ANYWAYS u r so real especially bc like .. who doesn't love a good pair or man tits⁉️

me with jiwoong fr fr :

NO LITERALLY JIWOONG IS SUCH A SOFT DOM IDC IDC U R SO RIGHT FOR THAT idc what anyone else says

matthew ..... i dont even have words for what u wrote for matthew i just .

yeah .

hes such a tease i cant stand him i hate him so much (read : i want him so bad its not even funny)

OFC I LIKE THIS HELLOOOO I LIKE EVERYTHING U WRITE I SWEAR

#🍰 seongminiz !#🥯 jebewon !#💭 . 🧁 anon !#zb1 hard thoughts #zb1 hard hours #zerobaseone hard thoughts #zerobaseone hard hours

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shit-talk-turner · 2 months

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Not saying she wouldn't want to but guys I really doubt Alex would sleep with a 19 year old girl. Also during 2014 he was often seen with Alexa at airports, in NY and at the end of the year in December. And we know he hangs on her a lot. And in spring 2015 he got with Taylor there's no place of your guys imagination of them together. Everyone can dream what they want but that's very sceptical. We have analysed it with Alexstorm and Snarcticmonkeys who are the best at that knowing many informations and there's really no place for that. And I know you guys ship them but I see no sexual chemistry between them but more like big brother and little sister and don't see where Alexandra looks like Louise only that they have light eyes. Alexandra being upset could simply be because he didn't want to work and promote her anymore, she herself said he just lost interest in the middle of her first album and that was frustrating for her ofc because after all her album was on him as a producer. Yes maybe he took some ideas for Tbhc from working on her album he admitted himself in an interview after all but it's obviously only from work. Taylor and her being close friends now could just be not liking him for another reason and not the same way they have experienced him. It's not all fucking only because he's a rock star 😂

// And the whole age thing is such a weak argument because I dont think anyone would pass the chance to fuck him, not even Alexandra.

You’re entitled to a differing opinion but you act like he couldn’t have been sleeping with anyone else just because he was spotted with Alexa and then got with Taylor? This is AM Alex we’re talking about

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ashandkatiewrite · 1 year

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CHAPTER FOUR

FIC SYNOPSIS: Maggie Hastings meets her dream man after a flight into New York City— Bucky Barnes, a pilot who seems to be everything she’s looking for. Except that she already has a boyfriend who never has time for her. After a near-tryst with her dream pilot, Maggie runs, only to find out he later meets her best friend and they’re now crazy about each other. Among their group of best friends, between Chicago and New York, and four weddings and a funeral, Maggie and Bucky struggle to keep their fiery chemistry a secret so they don’t hurt the ones they love.

WRITTEN BY: @if-you-onlyknew & @katiekinswrites

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OFC

Rating: M (Mature) & E (Explicit)

READ FROM THE BEGINNING

chapter preview...

“Can ya just call me Bucky?” he asked when her back was to him and her hand was on the doorknob. Bucky felt something in his chest tighten at the thought that this might be the last time he ever saw Maggie, again, and he didn’t want it to end like this.

She closed her eyes. Calling him Bucky would be painful. It was easier to call him James because when Maggie called him James, it was a reminder that he was Natasha’s. It reminded Maggie of her best friend in the whole world and how happy she was to be with her boyfriend; James.

When Maggie called him Bucky, all she could remember was what happened in that hotel room and how she had cried his name while he touched her body, begging him for more. She’d remember how Bucky had been able to give her the most intense feeling of pleasure that Maggie had ever experienced.

“And I don’t want you to leave,” he added suddenly. “I’ll admit I don't know a lot of the people here, but you do. They know you and they seem like good people that want the best for you.”

Maggie was still holding onto the doorknob, having yet to open it and leave.

After Natasha had explained about Maggie’s relationship, Bucky had noticed the faint bruising around Maggie’s collarbone and something primal within Bucky was ready to fight this guy for hurting her, even if he barely knew Maggie. “And… I do too. It’s okay, Maggie.”

If she hadn’t been so skittish around him since she had shown up, he’d reach out and hug her. She looked like she needed it. If it was anyone else, he might have.

Her hand didn’t drop from the doorknob, but she did turn her head slightly to look at him. Maggie didn’t know what to say, all she could do was stare at him.

Bucky dipped his head as he looked at Pal still watching Maggie like she was his whole world. “Besides, if Pal can behave himself, he doesn’t have to stay in time out, and he’ll miss you terribly…”

A small smile pulled at the sides of Maggie’s mouth as she looked away from Bucky in amusement and down to Pal’s sweet face.

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candy-pants · 5 months

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Oh no I’m so sorry!! I hesitated to say anything cuz I wasn’t sure if you were just taking your time lol. Sorry we’re down to the last day but let’s pack in a lot of questions in that case!! First off, Ashley is kinda slaying in that vid ngl. And I love learning more about latam Disney channel, thanks for sharing!! What show were they on?? And you have a point about Sabrina lol. Switching gears, ofc ik you love descendants and mal and Ben in particular, who are your favs outside of the core four and why? What are your fav ships besides bal and why? And what are your biggest hopes for rise of red? I hope you have a great holiday and enjoy your gift tomorrow!! Sorry again for the miscommunication!! -gcwca secret Santa

don't worry! i was thinking you were busy or something so i didn't say anything either sdjhdhdsj i know tumblr tends to be the worst functioning website on the planet but we're all still here so i guess that says something about us

okay this is gonna be a long one buckle up

1 - they were in a show called que talento! (yes with an exclamation point) and they were basically playing themselves if they went to high school and were still amateurs lol i really liked the theme song but only the show version bc the studio version sounds awful sorry bruno i know you produced it but it sucks

2 - out of the core four (and ben) i have to say uma is a huge fav for me, probably my 3rd favorite character of the franchise. when i heard china anne mcclain was back on disney channel to play her i was sooooo excited and i can't imagine anyone better for the role. i love that she has such a strong sense of justice and community even if her ways aren't necessarily the best. obviously i love that the franchise makes sure to let us know she and mal are two sides of the same coin and if they weren't both so proud and stubborn they'd be friends, but i like that uma isn't just a carbon copy of mal like they're very much two different characters. uma is driven by collectiveness and she cares so hard about everybody it's almost aggressive and she's such a great example of leadership on the isle (as acknowledged by both ben in d2 and mal in d3 (and as a side note i'm obsessed with mal, ben and uma's dynamic and i could ramble on about it for the next 10 years but that's not the point)) and if i don't stop now this is gonna turn into a mal vs uma analysis

3 - i really really love the idea that mal and uma are exes. like to me that's just canon and no one is gonna tell me otherwise bc it doesn't contradict anything! "and how would you know, mal? you've never had [a boyfriend]" so in my head she could have dated uma idc it was probably quick and messy bc they would have this toxic power struggle which ultimately ends in mal not letting her join the gang. i think they would absolutely kill each other as a couple now bc of how similar they are but as exes? hell yeah that's a vibe

as for present day relationships i'm a fan of harry and uma getting together at some point in the future bc lbr those two are in a weird situationship lmao i also love jay and gil!!! very unexpected but jay realizing how jaded he's become after seeing the beauty of gil experiencing things with such wonder and then deciding to do a gap year so they can travel the world together is something that can actually be so personal

ALSO i'm not usually one for crackships but harry x evie had me like 👀 in d3 bc sorry wtf is this

for the record i don't think they should realistically get together, i don't think they'd work out, but the chemistry is there and for some reason kenny chose to highlight it so idk

4 - oooo so rise of red. here's the thing. i'm fully expecting this movie to be bad sdjdshjdjhsjdh i'm mostly worried about these seemingly amateur writers they got. like. even if descendants is its own little fanfiction thing let's at least try to make things coherent inside its own universe. the fact that they all went to school together defeats the purpose of beast UNITING THE KINGDOMS but well anyway let's see what they're gonna do

i like jennifer phang as a director though! she did two eps of cloak and dagger (one of which is 2x01, one of my personal favs) and the pilot of secrets of sulphur springs, so i know she's competent. and mark hofeling is coming back which is GREAT bc changing the production designer would be a terrible move for a spin-off partly set in present day. i just wish kara saun would come back to do the costumes but oh well

i'm so excited to see your gift!!!!! i hope you have a great holiday as well!!!!!!

#ask #gcwca secret santa #this was such a fun ask!!#too bad tumblr fucked us up

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mcythottakes · 1 year

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I know its been a bit iv been into other fandoms lmao but iv noticed somthing every time I make or relog a post explaining that, no, in fact the CC’s are NOT their c!characters/personas (SHOCKING! I know) and they dont get to dictate how we write these characters in fandom spaces as long as not actually about the CC’S, which yes includes shipping.

And every time without fail people go “Ah yes I agree! Unless the CC has said its against their boundaries/unless its romantic ofc”

LIKE WAY TO THE MISS THE POINT!!!

The CC’s are NOT the ones being written about!! They never get to dictate fandom spaces. I still cant believe that I could write a gore filled, horror hurt no comfort story about the ocs, or hell even the cc’s, being savagely murdered and tortured without ANYONE EVEN BLINKING, and yet people “Draw the Line” at me going ”Oh these two characters have alot of chemistry in the roleplay. I want them to kiss.” and declare me an awful or gross human being??

If you can accept that “Hey in this story this character is a god, this one is a Mob hybrid player, and oh also magic is real and these three are siblings” and know that oh obviously this is about the character the cc’s portray, then you can just leave us alone about shipping.

“But OP!" I hear you say, “The CC’s said they dont wanna be shipped!”

Let me ask you, in most questions about shipping, did people every clarify they wanted to know if they should specially ship their character and not them, or did most shipping questions go “Hi can we ask your boundaries on shipping” or “Hi is it okay if we ship you lol” or something along the lines? Becuase I can guarantee that if I was asked that question Id assume you were talkin about me and Id also say no.

Obviously though, if the fandom work/ship is actually about CC then no you shouldn't ship if they say they are uncomfy with it. There’s a difference between a character portrayed who doesn't have actual feelings vs an actual person who doesn't want to be shipped. Then obviously respect their boundaries and dont ship!! And if you come across people who do ship CCs? Still just block and move on, I can promise they will not change their minds 95% of the time.

And for the few cc’s that did actually get asked to clarify they were talkin about their characters? Iv said it before and Ill say it again, CC’s do not get to dictate fandom spaces whatsoever, they never have, just like other fandoms dont let source material dictate these spaces either. Yes sometimes something they say can be taken into account but at the end of the day, people who do fandom works get to do what we want. CC’s are honestly more authors/actors of the characters they portray, specially in roleplay circumstances like DSMP.

Becuase if your gonna try and get permission for stuff like that, we might as well ask them permission if hey can we torture your character, hey can we make your character die to motivate another character, hey can we do this or that or this please?.... Do you realize how stupid that sounds? Would you sit and go ask the cc if this is okay before making any fandom works? No? Then neither should we about shipping.

Honestly dont try to bug CC’s about shipping characters and try and look for permission, you dont need it and most of the time CC’s just want to be left out of it or just not know as long as its not shoved in their faces.

If your worried about a CC coming across said shipping, then let me tell you something; Fandom spaces have ALWAYS been for the fans. If they come into fandom spaces and areas, and they see something they dont wanna? That's on them. Specially if its been fully labeled and tagged properly, they fucked around and found out.

“What if they stumble across it on accident before they knew or didn't understand or, the horror, someone forgot to label something properly?”

GUESS WHAT! CC’s arnt your UwU babies who will break into little pieces when they find out their characters are being shipped. Maybe they wont like it but they’re big boys and girls and others, they can handle it themselves. I promise you they dont need you trying to speak for them, and I can also promise they’d be hella more disappointed in you harassing folks, specially if you send death threats over something harmless as shipping fictional people.

And honestly, if you dont like the idea of shipping even though its pretty established by now we arnt talking about the cc’s? THEN THATS FINE! You have every right to, hell I'm not even a huge shipper myself! I just think its cute sometimes and ill reblog it or read something with it if its intriguing enough.

And even more so, you have the ability to block! Block shipping tags and people who ship and move the fuck on, its not that hard. At this point people are pretty good at making sure shipping stays out of the main tag and has its own tags for it, so if your seeing it enough to bitch about it, it means you either followed someone who ships and that's on you, or you went searching to bitch about which is honestly a bit pathetic.

Leave people alone, make use of the block blog and block tag options, and thank you for coming to my ted talk.

And remember at the end of the day all fandom works are fiction and should not be intended, nor expected to be reflected irl.

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Ferrari PR is great because you have delusional charlos fans saying "theyre such great teammates!" "They have such great chemistry!!" "I want them to be together for more years!!" Like yeah?? Duh?? Its PR and a CAMERA what did you expect theyd do??

Lets face it; sainz and leclerc are not ideal teammates. A) they have opposite driving styles (not that there are a lot of options for drivers that prefer overstear) B) when faced with the 2nd driver role, sainz is Uncooperative, capital U. Worst person to give orders to if it benefitted his teammate, cant be trusted to prioritize the team C) his (lack off) PR when it comes to not saying anything about his teammate or his opinions on him (hes so much more attractive when he keeps his mouth shut)

If that 2nd seat were to open up and leclerc stays, albon would be an attractive option (he seems keen on staying though) but not a lot of the grid are open. Wdyt?

ofc it’s all PR, the narrative is fomented only by the fans and by the fact that charles is incapable of being unfriendly with anyone in the end. i wouldn’t wish sainz as a teammate not even to my worst enemy (yes, redbull included, i’m sorry they had to bear him for some years) cause he’s not and never will be a team player. moreover, it’s ridiculous how a 29-year-old man still has his family being crybabies with him and disrespecting his coworker, embarrassing.

any ferrari seat is a curse and a blessing at the same time but i wouldn’t see alex wanting it, i believe he will aim to that merc seat in 2025 and in the meantime still help williams developing, considering the huge help he gave the team in barely 2 years. who knows what could happen though!

my guilty pleasure is dreaming about ollie bearman in a ferrari soon enough to be teammate with charles, but i myself know it’s too early. the narrative would be epic though, they are the same person: raw talent, generational, nurtured by the FDA and with ferrari as aim. it’s the perfect combination for having your dreams shattered and yet it’s what entices most ferrari fans

#ask💭

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dekusleftsock · 2 years

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Random observation (and take as long as you need in replying) but I've noticed that people often treat main characters like self inserts, even if that main character has a clearly defined personality. In general, people tend to project onto main characters a lot, making it more difficult to evaluate a main character's psychology. Like, a lot of people call main characters vanilla even if that person has a clearly defined personality and flaws of their own. At this point, I feel vanilla has just been boiled down to describe any character you don't like... I feel like it's particularly unfitting when people call Deku a vanilla character. If they stopped projecting and looked at his actual personality, they'd see that he has tons of personality. You know what I mean?

YES! Oh good fucking god yes this is so common.

I feel like there’s two sides to this. Like, sometimes an author sacrifices the possibilities a main character may react (like ryota from kakegurui) in order to make them more relatable. Their arcs are usually very simple, like getting more powerful or better at the thing. (like gambling or winning over the girl) The women who might be the deuteragonist or simply just a supporting character to the mc may even be more interesting, because the point is for men to project onto the mc so that they can be with “sexy” women or “feel powerful.

That being said… most media outside of a few genres DO MAKE interesting mc. Which is why projecting onto those mc by sharing your own experiences while talking about them (yes I know I’m guilty too, never said I was perfect sidhosjdo) sometimes just doesn’t make sense. They may have relatable ideas but they are not inherently made to be relatable. Sometimes it’s just the authors own personal issues made into a character, or even interesting traits that they like.

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, all analysis has bias. Maybe my opinions on Izuku’s anger issues are projection because I too have anger issues. Sometimes bias actually helps us understand characters more because, hey, maybe I’m actually right about it!

I’m confident in my opinions ofc, but while being critical about your pov is important, people sometimes read things differently. There’s no real problem with that so long as it isn’t like, ungodly bad opinions.

There’s some things though that should NOT be read in a different way. For example, the matrix is actually an allegory for being transgender, but because of mainstream media that allegory has been erased.

It solely depends on if you are erasing diversity and importance to that story, or if it is something that could be counted as an HC. (Adding onto canon content that is not exactly specified)

Mis characterization often comes into play because of that bias and our inherent need to project our own feelings onto a character. We have to be aware of that and be able to still look at a character and their relationship to others with a critical eye.

I may not ENJOY todo//deku, just, personally, but that doesn’t mean I can’t APPRECIATE IT for what it is. They have chemistry, a personal and interesting relationship/dynamic overall. I should and do give credit to them for that.

Getting past our biases within analysis is just, so important in trying to look for both the authors intention and the overall message.

So my just, overall take on this is self reflection. Questioning WHY you think something and then estimating on the likelihood in which that evidence indicates the conclusion you believe. If it’s for morals sake, especially when it contradicts the story’s messge, (unless it’s something like genuinely terrible ofc, like use your brain lol) then yeah. It probably is projection.

I’m kinda just tired of people not understanding which parts of their opinions are their bias and which is based in logical evidence.

So, FOR REFERENCE TO ANYONE READING THIS: your personal OPINION of a character is your BIAS, and what they’ve done is your EVIDENCE.

Example:

I think that Izuku is boring.

Izuku is perceived to be boring BECAUSE he is not as relatable.

ITS ABOUT EVIDENCE! AND LOGICAL CONCLUSIONS! DIDNT WE ALL LEARN THE SCIENTIFIC METHOD????

#I’m tired #vibing #leftsock rambles #bkdk #midoriya izuku #mha deku #bkdk brainrot #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #bnha deku #mha analysis

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llycaons · 8 months

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ep38 (1/3): that which resembles a romance but is in fact a horror short film

lsz is eager to help ofc, but wwx doesn't know who he is yet

wwx asking for jl and the jiang bell matters - his connection to his old home and family. and apparently the jiang bells are powerful? they were more described in the book. I actually forgot they were even in the show since they're barely talked about

THERE SHE IS!!!!!!!! I love a-qing, such a strong personality, her own goals and motivations, curious and intelligent and out for herself and brave. it is shitty to pretend to be disabled, but I'm going to blame the author for that instead of a 16 yr old orphan girl living on the streets. it's not like it doesn't backfire on her anyway

also she's so funny. 'why do men dress nice when they're poor, this is an attack on me specifically'

FIRST MEETING!!! that blindfold is alarming but the blood looks a little pale (fake)

ohh I could swoon. saints and heroes don't really exist in this world, it's too complicated and brutal for them to survive. but xxc was as close as anyone else ever got and I think a-qing knew she'd never meet someone as special as him again

not to say he doesn't have flaws - his naivete is disastrous for all of them and he overlooks her concerns out of a patronizing dismisiveness when he should be respecting her instincts, which helped her survive all her life on the streets. also, it's admirable of him to be nonjudgemental but xy just has odious vibes and it's a tragedy he was so charmed by him that he didn't pick up on that. sort of a xxc jgy situation except xy was fully in love with him or whatever approximates love for him and I still think jgy was mostly using lxc to survive. so another dark foil to wx just as songxiao are a lighter (but still tragic) parallel

anyway he thinks a-qing is funny and is clearly endeared by her, and she clearly likes him a lot despite lying to him. their dynamic has so much chemistry and potential for being great family, it's a shame they're not more popular to write about. this is probably one of the only reasons he's had to smile since he and SL parted ways

smart girl! this guys sounds like bad news, so get outta there

ah! curse the hyperdeveloped senses of a cultivator!

unlike the tragedy of wwx, this could literally have all been avoided if not for a single person - there are many ways to rewrite this and just have them never cross paths. of course, that misses out on the richness of this story and the themes at play, not to mention their significance for the wider narrative, so I don't particularly like yi city fix-its before the fact. but they're definitely easy

christ he's bleeding like craxy. what did they do to him. and why didn't they do it better

of course as soon as he sees xxc he's like FUCK

yeah and if xy lets xxc touch his hand he'll know he's missing his pinky

...not that I like to think about them having a relationship but IF they had sex I wonder how he managed that

god this is so kind 😭 why couldn't it have been wwx that xxc found and they just had a nice little family time (they're cousins or something) for a decade or so before wwx was comfortable enough to leave. MAN

a-qing sleeping in that coffin then hopping out is so cute I love her

it's only been a day and already he looks perfectly groomed clean robes clear skin fully hydrated etc. the man knows how to look good I gotta say

and he starts right off by being a piece of shit to a-qing. I think the siblings dynamic can be really funny but lbr in canon he terrorized her and she hated him for it

I thought this was kind of dumb. like even if she was blind anyone would feel a SWORD. and if he learns she's not really blind, what, xxc is disappointed? I suppose it means he's less careful around her. bc she was able to witness a lot of his crimes bc he wasn't as watchful, assuming she couldn't see (and therefore could never understand what was happening? ableist of him)

a-qing: please don't leave me alone with this scary stranger we picked up by the side of the road, he's really aggressive and he's lying about who he is and I think he's dangerous

xxc: oh you silly girl. he'll be leaving soon *immediately starts flirting with him*

actually xy comes at this with a very specific angle. it's almost like he's emulating wwx - he presents himself as someone hardworking, uncomplaining, and good-hearted despite the hardships he's clearly gone through. of course xxc was taken in

haha no big deal! I'll just casually drop this little fact! it's definitely not something I want you to know about me so you can sympathize with me while admiring how blase I am about it! MAN

on the one hand I can see why xxc is being so open-minded and I appreciate his kindness. on the other hand he IS misled by his own feelings and she is also literally right. she gives him good reasons not to trust him and he's like *pats her on the head* we'll be fine

the head-pats are sweet when coming from adults to their kids (or jyl to wwx) but it just feels patronizing here

literally this is blatant flirting. a-qing off to the side going 😭 he has a crush what I am supposed to do now!!

and THIS??? I was so shocked the first time I saw this I was like THIS is allowed but wwx and lwj can't hug??? huh??? idk the exact specifications of the censorship but in some ways xy/xxc hits you harder with the gay subtext than any other couple including wx which is so wild to me. and also deeply tragic obviously

I think it helps that the writers have a very solid idea of what this relationship is and exactly how each character felt at every moment of it. meanwhile for wx interactions can be very inconsistent and confusing. anyway GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM YOU FREAK

so yeah overall super eerie and frightening to see xxc fall so readily in love with someone you KNOW is cruel and sadistic and lying to him and deceiving him. like this could have been a cute second-love kind of deal with a new family in a new city. fresh start. but then again, no it couldn't have

#cql re-rewatch

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How or when did you realize that you love Dimiclaude as a ship? Was it already while playing the game/their routes or some time later? I already picked up on their chemistry in the game, especially their banter during WC (incl. El here, wish there was more House leader content) but tbh it really got me trough good fanwork. Probably bc I'm not that much of a shipper, in 3H there are few pairings I really care about, Dimiclaude and Sylvix on the top there. So, slowly I thought more about their[1]

[2] canon interactions and how good they would be for each other. All the things you and others already mentioned in "why do you ship them" answers, but also they do complement each other so well. Even in Hopes you can see Dimitri really needs someone to help him relax and take things a little more easy - Claude could help here. And Claude really needs someone who he can trust unconditionally to work on his issues there, and who better than someone as honest and good-hearted as Dimitri? ♡

[3] adding to my prior post: I also noticed that there are a fair number of fics that include both Dimiclaude and Sylvix, which is nice for me since I ship both. Most of them are modern au and often one of them is more in the background, but I do think it works really well in the post-AM universe, too. Imagine the King of Faerghus/Fodlan and the King of Almyra, and the Duke and the Margrave (who are more or less the most powerful nobles in the kingdom after the King himself) ... if I ever heard

[4] of two power couples it would be them. Though ofc that means a lot of responsibility and some long distance longing as well, ah poor Dimitri and Claude. Imagine, when Sylvain got send off to deal with Sreng/work to negotiate with them, at least Dimitri and Felix can exhaust themselves in practice, like the training maniacs they are (win-win!) while they "secretly" pine for their loved ones (secretly = obviously Dimi a little down, Felix more grumpy). Ok I'm getting a bit off-topic, sorry lol

Tbh I don’t really remember exactly what made me love them or when I realized it. I know it started in 2019 so it wasn’t too far into the game’s existence, but I don’t recall if it was fanart, Tumblr posts, their chemistry or a combination of those things. I do know it was BL/AM where I first really gave it thought. Originally my main ship was Dimitri and Byleth, but somewhere along the way it just kinda shifted to DimiClaude.

Generally I very casually ship things, like I can say I ship Hilda and Marianne or Ashe and Dedue, but I don’t really actively seek out content for it nor write it myself. It’s rare for them to be really dedicated to a ship and I have a few other OTPs from other fandoms that I love a whole lot, but I have comparatively way more casual ships, so DimiClaude being so interesting to me was surprising.

Aside from their canon interactions, for me it’s also the amount of possibility they have together and how many fic ideas, AUs or canon, could fit with them perfectly. They fit into a whole lot of ideas and concepts that always help explore different aspects of both of them. Having that is fun because it also helps me really see the kind of relationship they could have. They have an insane amount of potential and I love that.

Personally I do think Dimitri’s openness and honesty is perfect for Claude. I think if anyone else just said overly nice sounding things to him he wouldn’t immediately believe it, but considering how earnest and easily excited Dimitri can be, it’s hard to believe Claude would look at him and be like nah he’s lying. After Claude had such a terrible childhood, I think Dimitri would be perfect for making him feel better about himself and really giving him even more motivation to achieve his dreams. Being with Dimitri would also definitely help with his dreams since they want the same thing.

When I write them in fics I like to explore a sillier side of Dimitri that he starts to ease into because of Claude. It’s obvious throughout the game that he really does try to be relaxed and not so formal, but it’s just difficult for him. Claude is basically like... the kind of person who can be joking around one second and then get to work and do what he needs to do the next second. I feel like it’d be easy for him to slip into a relaxed, casual attitude to make sure Dimitri doesn’t tend to feel too uptight or serious around him. I like to think that eventually, being with Claude would help him open up to being a bit more silly and joking more. The way they banter in the game makes me think they could easily bounce off each other in a silly situation and have a really lighthearted moment.

Typically I am one of those DimiClaude/Sylvix people lol. For me it’s mainly because Sylvain and Felix are so close to Dimitri that they’re going to be the people who see Dimitri pretty regularly even post war. Also, I think Sylvain would notice Dimitri’s feelings pretty fast, and Sylvain is pretty loving and protective over his childhood friends. I think he’d want to stay close at first just to make sure Dimitri is alright, kind of also with the whole “if you hurt his feelings I will slay you” kind of thing with Claude. Protective older brother kind of deal.

Another character I love incorporating into DimiClaude is Dedue, because I think he’d be both so happy to see Dimitri happy and so happy and grateful that it’s someone with the exact same ideals as Dimitri that Dimitri is with. Both of them want the same things and have been planning for a long time to work on the same things. I think he would get along well with Claude and be really grateful to him for helping Dimitri.

I have headcanon about DimiClaude to keep them from having a long distance relationship because I’m a nut and I can’t handle them being apart lol. I like to write them as always being together like a normal couple, but they go back and forth between Fodlan and Almyra. Basically they’ll stay in Fodlan for half a month or a month or something at a time, then they’ll go to Almyra together. I headcanon that while they’re away from Fodlan, Sylvain, Lorenz and Ferdinand are the Help Desk instead of Dimitri. Generally I headcanon post AM that Lorenz takes care of the former Leicester territories and Ferdinand takes care of the Adrestian territories, so Sylvain would take care of Faerghus while Dimitri is away. And, of course, people know better than to try to start something while the kings are away, because Felix is grumpy and impatient and will just slice. When the boys are away from Almyra, he’d probably leave his dad and mom in charge like before he was king, or maybe have Nader be his temporary replacement while he’s away.

That way they’re always together and grow together as a couple, which would also help them get very used to each other and being around someone else in their daily life. Dimitri mentions in Houses that he didn’t have friends in the palace after the Tragedy besides Dedue because they all died, and of course we know his only other friends were long distance. I think it would make Dimitri really happy to wake up to someone every day and not have to worry that Claude will have to leave soon and be apart from him for long periods. I think Claude would also be really glad to have someone he knows loves him by his side regularly, because he’s already spent his whole life alone. Both of them were pretty lonely people. I like to think they can help each other not be lonely because they know no matter what, someone will always be there now.

Plus, I think if they show up together a lot, whether it’s a formal event or even just walking around a town together, people would get used to seeing them together and it could open up a lot of chances for their nations to get along better. I feel like Almyra would take to Dimitri faster than Fodlan would take to Claude once they know he’s Almyran, but I also think since their leadership would be so good to the people that they would start to accept Claude (and the marriage) a lot faster than they otherwise would.

One of my favorite ideas I still need to write at some point is Dimitri going with Claude to a poor area in town and visiting the kids... I have a n o t h e r and it’s that Dimitri learns to sew from Mercedes like in their supports but he handmakes things for the kids, and he often visits orphanages to bring the kids gifts. It always makes the kiddos super excited when they hear he’s gonna stop by, and when they get gifts from him they like to tell everyone they got presents from the king. Of course, you know Claude’s good little heart is melting whenever he sees this, and after going with Dimi a few times he starts to also learn some things so he can make some Almyran gifts for the kids. Sometimes they also bring ingredients so the kids can have a huge meal that day, and usually enough for leftovers for another day. They’re kings, they can afford more stuff than they’ll know what to do with in their life!

And yes, bodyguard Yuri will usually be shadowing them... even though Claude insists they’ll be fine because he’s used to being targeted. Yuri is a worrywart though despite his denial about that and will often be making sure they are safe.

#DCB Ask #DimiClaude #tl;dr i have a LOT of headcanons for them lol

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