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#god this scene makes me hate reginald so much

moldybonessmell · 16 days

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The Umbrella Academy season 3 review post

I finally finished season 3 of tua even tho I've watched first two seasons first day they came out and oh boy do I have things to talk about-

To begin with, the things I like about new season:

- The way we finally dug into Allison's trauma and how she starts going psychotic is actually a good plot line especially the accent on how she just like any other Umbrella Academy people indulges in self-distructive behavior, she's really just like them

- Diego getting a kid as someone with the biggest daddy issues out there is a realistic plotline because having a kid (even if Stanley's not actually his) heals him in this regard tho he and Lila would get a kid anyway eventually but they really should've been more sad about Stanley thanosing out of the existence you know

- Five being the founder of The Temps Commission makes so much sense as he's the one with the power to travel time of course he's more powerful than it seemed

- Good music scenes. Music is what season 1 was incredible for and what I love about the show. In season 2 there weren't many scenes that caught my attention but in s3 it's definetely better. We got Klaus's death montage with "Crystallised" by The xx and celebration scene with "Another one bites the dust" by Queen + Luther on moon and "Friday I'm in Love" by The Cure these were really nice.

- The Oblivion Hotel is such a cool location and concept (a place for everyone) I like the change of place of action a lot, but the way it's a portal is kinda overused imo

- Lila and Five are still the best characters and carried the season

- Fei is such a cool chara with a distict character design (which most of Sparrow Academy lack tbh)

Now things I don't like:

- Ben being just a placeholder character is such a bummer because instead of getting angst and drama we got a mostly one-dimentional anti-hero who has a completely different personality from Ben. We got a tiny bit of his character when he admitted he just wants to be involved with everyone but it's really minimal.

I can't believe Klaus says "He's an asshole and he's dead to me" like WHAT DO YOU MEAN fuck no Klaus would not say that shit and he would not just give up on him. Yeah Luther says stuff like "I'm glad to see you even if you're different" or whatever but it's Klaus who've spent the most time with Ben.

The way literally any other actor could have played Sparrow Ben and nothing would change is lame af I hope in next season we will see more changes

- Same goes to my dear Grace who's just a placeholder for black hole worshipper like what do you mean we just got one phrase from Diego and that's it??? This whole bit with fake god and stuff really threw me off it didn't go anywhere

- The Sparrow Academy being one-dimentional characters in general like I get producers probably didn't have enough episodes to actually develop characters but holy shit are they boring.

Even if you want to make them just antagonists we had such cool villains in two previous seasons they were original and interesting (aka The powerless podcast-fan male manipulator Peabody and The Cunty Handler)

Also the way the fisrt Sparrows who died were the most annoying and cliche assholes makes them just filler charas

- How show tried to make us feel compassion to Reginald Hargreeves holy shit do I hate this guy- After Klaus realised his father was basically killing him over and over in his childhood instead of Klaus getting mad or upset and having a breakdown we got nothing.

He even came back to new timeline Reginald who's "nicer" for this asshole just to hurt him AGAIN

- Klaus mostly being a comic relief in this season is so fucked I love this character and in previous seasons we had a great look at his life and experiences but now he's just kinda there being high and that's it

"mm I guess he died a few times it's probably enough" - plot writers

no character development whatsoever is just upsetting.

And the amount of unnecessary traumatising aka Reginald training him was really not it, even if it's supposed to be a joke.

- Reginald being a two-faced ass like holy shit is this terrifying. Pogo was the one who gave Sparrows pills and now Klaus helped him to stop taking them and this asshole is taking advantage of naive and vulnerable Klaus.

It is in fact a good plot twist but bro I really did prefer Reginald being a cartoonish villian instead of actual pure evil like how does he have shitty motivation but still does just so much shit.

- The Umbrella Academy family having no improvement in their relationship. They still don't care Klaus relapsed, they still don't care about Viktor. All they care about is their own misery which is really in character but with three seasons out of the way and only one more left I would expect at least something you know.

- Viktor is still left out. Like bro the only compassion he had is only when he transitioned but this is it?? Bro's still waiting till someone comes and cares about him but not only this doesn't happen, he even gets rediculed by Sparrow Ben for that and called emo are you actually kidding me what's with all the hurt with no comfort???

It feels a lot like when you're mentally ill and your family kinda "walks on eggshells" to not trigger you but it's in quotes because they don't actually care. They act nice just because they think you're psycho and you would make less problems if they pretend. And this is very sad, Viktor is such a tragic character.

Okay that's it for now. If you have any thoughts please share in comments!

#the umbrella academy #tua #tua s3 #tua s3 spoilers #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #allison hargreeves #diego hargreeves #lila pitts #the sparrow academy #viktor hargreeves #reginald hargreeves

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filmmarvel · 2 years

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The Umbrella Academy Character’s Best Seasons

Luther- Season 3 : He was at his most lovable this season, and honestly playing that aspect of his character up is one of the best choices this show made. In seasons 1 he made some SUPER dicey decisions which made me hate him lowkey, and in season 2 I liked him a lot better but there was still the whole Allison thing which I hated. By season 3 he had totally improved and moved on (thank god).

Diego- Season 3: Similar to Luther, Diego just got more and more delightful as the seasons went on. I actually really liked Diego in every season, but watching his relationships in season 3 was really what makes me think this is his peak (so far).

Allison- EASILY Season 2: This one is fairly self explanatory. Season 3 Allison had some questionable morals and did some bad shit, and season 1 referenced more bad shit (not to mention the Luther thing). But season 2?? She was a girlboss, she was badass, she was lovable, she was a great sibling and wife, and she was doing a lot of self improvement resulting in a great character arc.

Klaus- Season 1 or Season 3: Let’s be honest here, every season is Klaus’ best season- I mean he started a cult in season 2 for gods sake. The reason I single out season 1 is largely because of Klaus’ tragic storyline and Robert Sheehan’s powerful performance bringing it to life (seriously, he has incredible range and gave some heartbreaking emotional scenes). As for season 3, I found that this season had some great moments with Klaus because it explored his powers more. Either way Klaus is always a highlight of the show, I just had a difficult time choosing between season 1 and 3.

Five- honestly any of them, his character is pretty consistent: Similar to klaus, Five is delightful every single season. However, he hasn’t had a whole lot of development over the seasons compared to his siblings (which makes sense, it’s been years for some of the siblings, for him it’s been like 3 weeks). Regardless he’s always incredible and Aidan Gallagher absolutely delivers a great performance each season. I will say that season 3 humanized five in a way the other seasons hadn’t, he showed true emotion and love for his siblings, and most notably, he had fun this season. Before this season I would NOT have been able to picture Five singing karaoke but here we are.

Ben- Season 2: I preferred season 2 Ben for a couple reasons but mostly it was just nice to see his relationship with Klaus progress and because of his tragic selfless ending (heartbreaking but good character development for him).

Viktor- Season 2 or Season 3: I think season 3 is pretty self evident, obviously Viktor’s transition plotline was well handled and it was lovely getting to see him being himself (but as i mentioned in an earlier post, I find Viktor to consistently distraught which can be irritating), and that’s why I include season 2. I found his plotline and character more enjoyable in season 2, since he seemed to be consistently at his happiest.

Lila- Season 2 or Season 3: Honestly Lila has been fantastic in both seasons she’s been in. I’m very curious to see how things will go next season, I’m sure watching Lila deal with motherhood will be very amusing.

Reginald- Season 3: His best season is also his worst season, he was entertaining and loveable as well as (ultimately) infuriating and literally the bane of my existence.

Grace- Season 1: To be honest, I considered adding season 2 because I really liked what we saw of the real Grace, however it wasn’t much. Other than that, season 1 had some great flashbacks that showed the caring and loving mother that she was.

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spn-s16 · 2 years

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No. 1: Luther

I don't have much to say on Luther other than that the romance was completely unnessesary. It did nothing for the characters and moved the plot forward none, and furthermore it wasn't even interesting. The characters moved into it way too fast to be believable, and to be honest I was just bored with it, because it was a boring, cookie-cutter romance with no real substance.

His death didn't even move forward the plot at all either, they could have killed Klaus and left him alive-- the result would have been the same, given that Five was already certain that Reginald was up to something.

No. 2: Diego

Diego was honestly the most bearable character this season, partially due to the fact that he was actually in character, if you ignore the fact that he looked at a white kid and was like "yeah sure that's mine and Lila's". Did nobody think of that?

His character didn't really move forward either, partially due to the fact that his entire arc was focused on a kid that wasn't even related to the plot, and then focused on Lila, whose involvement didn't even really make sense. His reaction to Klaus's death-by-Stan was extremely underdone, and didn't really have any emotional impact.

No. 3: Allison

Allison was villianized heavily this season, what with her grudge against Viktor and her newfound willingness to rumour anyone for any reason. And honestly, I don't blame her. The writing was shit when it came to her, but I'd be angry at Viktor too, even if she did go overboard at times. The assault scene made zero sense for her character (at least in my opinion) given that she seemed to be dedicated to Ray and her daughter, and it had zero impact on the plot OR the characters, which is even worse. Her character overall had the most impact on the plot, which is laughable given that the majority of her actions were being mean to Viktor and rumouring people unnecessarily to show that she was having issues, which could have done numerous other ways.

No. 4: Klaus

Klaus had none of the charm that made him likeable past episode 2. His weird alliegance with Reginald did nothing for the plot other than working to move his powers forwards, which could have been done with multiple other people, and getting Reginald off the pills, which was a weird and convoluted subplot that didn't make any sense other than to explain why he hadn't completed his project already.

He didn't move forward character-wise at all except for his powers, the entirety of which made zero sense given that he hated Reginald more than any of his other siblings save maybe Diego, and overall his death(s) made no difference, even the ones by automobile accident. And seriously, did nobody stop to check on the guy they killed with their car?

No. 5: Number Five

God, okay, here we go. Five was (and unfortunately still is) my favourite character. That said, he was unrecognizable this season. He has very few actual personality traits, most of which relate to his motive-- save the world, or rather, as we've been shown, save the world (but mostly his siblings).

We've been shown multiple times over that he will go to extreme lengths to keep his siblings both alive and somewhat happy, and this season completely obliterated that. Out of his five (ahaha get it?) or so personality traits (asshole, sarcastic, tsundere-like, secretive, cares incredibly deeply), we got shown three, and the ones that were missing are the ones that make him bearable and sensical as a character.

None of his actions from seasons one and two make sense if he doesn't love and care for his family incredibly deeply, but if you were to just watch season three, you wouldn't know it. His reaction to Luther and Klaus's deaths were both underwhelming and also counfounding-- we were shown a very OP and useful power last season-- turning back time. He could have used it multiple times to at least try to save Luther and Klaus, but ultimately didn't, for... what reason? Don't ask me, I have no clue.

Furthermore, his having started the Commission makes no sense-- he hates authority and rules, and hates the Comission even more.

Overall, his character fell bland, flat, and nonsensical.

No. 6 2: Ben

I don't have much to say about Ben. He was an interesting character, that's for sure, and I enjoyed his reconcilliation with Klaus in episode... eight? Nine? But he needed something more. His sudden turn-around to wanting to be part of the family was out of the blue, and it needed more to prelude it.

His character made the most sense, but overall I felt like I was left wanting more of him and less of his weird grab for power, which brings me to the fact that for the Sparrows, numbers seemed interchangable? For the Umbrellas, it was more of a "we're our numbers and then our names", but the Sparrows had a "names then numbers" approach, which was never explained.

A lot of things when it came to the Sparrows were never explained-- Christopher, whatever the "Jennifer Incident" was and why and how it killed Ben, and probably other things I'm not remembering at the moment.

No. 7: Viktor

I'm going to prelude this by saying that Viktor is and has been my least favourite character for a number of reasons, and that hasn't changed.

I went into the season hoping that they wouldn't do a big 'trans narrative', partially because I'm trans and also aware that no matter what they did, it was going to come off weirdly, partially because they weren't planning for it ahead of time, and partially because I was concerned that it would end up being his entire character arc.

It was a lot better than I worried it would be, but I did spend the entire time cringing at the stilted way they addressed it-- especially Five's reaction. (I don't think he'd be a transphobe, but he spent ages zero to thirteen sheltered and being raised by a robot, an alien, and a monkey, and ages thirteen to fifty-eight (ish) alone in an apocalyptic wasteland, and I can't imagine that reading up on trans stuff would be a priority for him).

My personal issues with the way they handled the trans bit aside, Viktor was focused on way more than he really needed to be, especially with his conflict with Allison. I'm still salty about the fact that he tried to sneak Harlan out and had way more loyalty to him than he did his entire family, but to be honest that's more of a personal issue I think?

I genuinely just don't like Viktor all that much, and this season didn't help-- he was babied by the narrative, and Allison blaming him (somewhat rightfully, even if she went about it badly) was treated even worse.

She was correct in that he never faces consequences for his actions, especially given that they still haven't adressed the fact that he tried to kill her and very nearly succeeded.

TLDR; Luther was boring, Diego was the only bearable one, Allison was villianized and OOC, Klaus was weird (derogatory), Five was just an asshole instead of a lovable asshole, Ben needed more personality, and Viktor was just annoying.

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[ establish ] Beth knows that Ron isn't one for certain public displays, and for the most part, she's been extremely amenable to keeping up public appearances. But there's something about being in Esmeralda's that she can't quite put her finger on; maybe it's how much of the place seems more Panini than it does her publican. The lads gathered around aren't as familiar to her, except Pat, though there are one or two others she'd put money on would have Ron's back. She doesn't hate the fact that he turns heads ~men and women alike~ because he certainly has that effect on her, too. No, she isn't sure what it is. But unlike some people she knows, she isn't going to raise voice and make a fuss, which will in turn provoke a scene. She has far more respect for Ron than that. So instead, she lets them speak for one another. Broad back and shoulders to a part of the bar where he can survey the domain and not have anyone come up behind him he makes the perfect bulwark against the other patrons. Beth leans into him then, tucking her head under his chin, and pressing every slight curve into his equally broad chest.

Lean Into Me Meme

The automatic six foot berth Esmerelda's High Top clientele gave him almost his comical at this point. Propped up by the bar, quite at ease in the world, Ron watched London's high and mighty breeze by him like he had the plague; their courses bowing out to keep that distance constant every time he so much as shifted position. The impassivity of his mien...well, that heightened the effect he had, but it was serving double duty now. Both deflection and mask, it hid his amusement; derisory and edged with self-deprecation as it was. His condition--

..'Ee's a fuckin' monstah..

Ah yes.......There it was.

His condition made true enjoyment of the moment impossible, but what jollity those fuckers upstairs didn't douse in ice water remained despite the look of a scowl on Ron's face. If you didn't laugh you'd cry as the saying wisely went, much as weeping bought him no relief these days. So it was that he watched with a dispassionate gaze as a thousand elegant chiffons meandered by on the arms of a thousand more tailored hats and tails.

It was a Reginald night here, a Proper High Class Affair with all the attendant glitz and glamour that one of those attracted. Ron was sure a celebrity or five was in attendance, much as he couldn't pick them out the crowd. His disconnect from that strata of society was such that he'd given Reggie a heart murmur by treating such people like people instead of the rarefied things his brother seemed to want them treated as. After the last of those debacles Ron had just pulled back from these nights completely, hence his being a guest this evening instead of working staff or security, and hence as well...God bless her...

His lady Beth was in attendance.

As if called by his thoughts of her his angel emerged from the crowd and came right to him, breaching that six foot berth like it was nothing; like it wasn't between her and the most dangerous man in the room. That to her he couldn't be that, wouldn't ever be that didn't matter to all and sundry passing. More than one wanderer cast glances Beth's way as she tucked herself right into the personal business of The Smiling Man's twin brother who looked, to them, like he was waiting only for a pretext before committing some atrocity or other but to her looked like, and was, home.

The moment her slight weight pressed into him Ron shifted, tucking his arm round her body and resting his chin atop her head. His eyes were on the crowd still, mindful of it always, but his bulwark against the room and its denizens protected Beth now, not just himself. Into her hair then dipped his nose, his lips; a kiss landed, then a second and then, a question rumbled through the room's encompassing din:

"--Can y'take much more'a this?"

He'd lost the cog for it a half hour back, but keeping face was keeping face.

#brooklynislandgirl #modern!verse #<- with Beth #//fankoo for sending this in darling one <3 #tw: mental illness mention

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conduitandconjurer · 2 years

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Do you think an in-universe explaination of why Klaus is still pretty lean and healty in s1, when he is supposed to be on drugs 24/7 and homeless, is his resurrection healing? I mean, it makes sense. If he was starving and got revived exactly the same he'd still be almost there or something similiar

It's SO FUNNY you ask that because I was literally just wondering this the other day, and comparing it to Nathan Young's abilities in Misfits. Anyone who knows me knows that one of my weird niche pet peeves lol is the way that people act like Nathan and Klaus are identical characters, when their core personalities and motives are so drastically different. So I hesitate to act like their powers are identical too.

HOWEVER?

From the "bus ball" scene (god I hate it), I think what you suggest is a logical conclusion. Every time Klaus revives, in the first few seconds of consciousness, the broken bones and lacerations heal.

I'm not sure if this would translate to things like metabolic rates or toxic foreign substances; it appears that, before he's mastered the ability, when he comes back from a flatline (the ambulance, or the rave where he tries to help Luther), the effects of things like hangover or withdrawal are still pretty miserable.

But that might just be because, as he mentions when he revives from Stan's accident in S3, "coming down off" being dead and reviving itself is extremely unpleasant. It might also be because he's not yet mastered the power, and a complete recovery from dying and reviving is contingent on that mastery.

What worries me about this headcanon, as silly as it may be for me to worry at all, is the fact that people are going to use it as a gallows-humor sort of running gag. They're going to think of Klaus's non-confrontational and adaptive nature, and they're going to conclude that he always wants to do the laziest thing to reach a goal, and they're not going to think of WHY he sometimes resorts to the path of least resistance, and they're going to write him as though he gets a hangnail or a cold and is like "this is boring, I'm going to go kill myself to fix it faster."

And I h a t e that so passionately.

Klaus isn't happy about his newfound power because he's a lazy selfish piece of shit. He's happy about it because he finally feels like something justifies his existence. He was always the "useless" Umbrella in a vigilante mission, good pretty much only for keeping Ben on track. Now he FINALLY has something that's an asset to the "team." And as misguided as that thought process is, it's exactly why he wanted to find his birthmother. Worse, it's exactly why he allowed Reginald, WHOM HE KNOWS IS AN ABUSER AND BAD FATHER, to continue abusing him all through s3.

Here is the scene that proves that:

My friend's Nathan muse often kills himself intentionally in order to rectify a minor discomfort or inconvenience. This is very characteristic of who Nathan is. But Nathan is not Klaus.

I don't want that for Klaus, because I don't believe that's a good indication of his real motives as a character. Klaus wants to be important and meaningful to someone. Anyone. He still has a long way to go to have a good relationship with his own abilities, and with his permeable state between life and death. Klaus still needs to learn he's a conduit, not MEANT to be rooted in either/or's, but to be a BRIDGE BETWEEN THEM. Most of all, he needs to learn that he already has intrinsic value.

THAT'S what his power to resurrect is about. It's not about finding a quick fix, a cheat around problems that he should be facing. And making his resurrections immediately fix all his physical ailments worries me for that reason. Will that enable him--and the audience--to turn this into a gag, and another way of not facing things?

#headcanons #meta #i hope this makes any sense #suicide tw #suicide cw #Klaus Hargreeves #show me my silver lining (self)

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nish-bean · 2 years

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okay i’ve been hearing so many thoughts about allison—both negative and positive—and so i wanted to offer some of mine (hopefully balanced from both sides) from s1 to s3:

to preface this, i would like to say that i didn’t really like allison’s character both in the comics and in the show, but that doesn’t mean she’s a bad character—just my preference.

so in the beginning of s1, allison is shown inconsiderate and selfish when it comes to her family, especially viktor. she’s rude and lashes out very quickly. that being said, she did apologize and take responsibility for her actions, making an effort to include viktor a bit more. but the reason i don’t love allison despite her redemption arc in s1, is that she made a very half-hearted effort to include viktor, acting like she was on his side when she switched conveniently. again, she was the only one that did try to include him and so there is that, but i didn’t like how selfishly she switched.

s2 allison was probably my favorite allison, despite not liking the character much. this allison was not only strong, but caring. you could see that ray changed her for the better. while she was missing her daughter, ray gave her something to lose herself in, which is what i think made her fall in love with him. i didn’t love that she left luther high and dry after everything that happened in s1, but i never really liked the luther-allison ship anyway because it was weirdly forced and they seemed so much better as friends/siblings. again this season was her redemption in my eyes and made me like her a little more, especially when she started bonding with her family.

s3 was the worst season for allison and her character building arc. now if you look at it from her side, she was hurting a lot. she left the love of her life, ray, to return to her daughter just to find out that she doesn’t exist. this was extremely suffocating for her and i could feel it. she was rightly unhappy and angry, which justified her villain era, but then she did some unforgivable things. i’m not just talking about that weirdly rapey thing she did with luther—but her overall behavior. yes, i get that she was in a lot of pain, maybe more than all of the hargreeve siblings, but that doesn’t warrant the absolutely disgusting way she treated her siblings. was killing harlan justified? yes (to some extent). but was hating viktor to the point she couldn’t forgive him justified? no. this is because while viktor had kind of betrayed the umbrellas, especially allison, you have to admit that allison was kind of an asshole to viktor too. viktor forgave her for that—for all of the trauma she and the umbrellas (and reginald) inflicted on her over and over when she was young and at reggie’s funeral. when allison killed harlan, viktor was angry—but after he calmed down, he asked allison for forgiveness and tried to apologize. he was willing to put aside the fact that she KILLED the boy who was like his son, the child of her lover, sissy. he was willing to forgive her and beg for forgiveness, which he did repeatedly. still, allison was angry and extremely cold with him. i am not trivializing her trauma, but i’m simply saying that the other umbrellas were dealing with their own shit and still didn’t feel the need to get that violent or unjust. i think my last straw with allison though, was that scene with luther. it was so uncomfortable and god i really couldn’t understand her then. i thought she wouldn’t actually go through with it and leave it at that but oh my god she didn’t. she made him kiss her and it felt so, so disgusting. yes, she has trauma but that is crossing a line. i’ve also read the comics, so i actually know why they included this scene. it was important to the storyline because in the comics, allison had been rumoring luther to be in love with her from the beginning (funeral arc). this scene kind of encapsulated that allison and her selfish, angry character from the comics.

overall, i liked the show allison better than the comics but she definitely was not one of my favorite characters. in the end of s3, i think she died and is in the afterlife, but that’s just a theory so idk. if it is true, maybe klaus brings her back in s4 after they get their powers back (which, no doubt, they will). anyway these were my thoughts on allison—and even though they were more negative than positive, i can’t write off her character yet, because she has some story building to do, but i don’t think i can forgive her.

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gilmores-glorious-blog · 2 years

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tua episodes 7 & 8 liveblog!! (that’s just as long if not longer than the previous 3-episode ones because holy shit, these episodes had a lot going on,,)

episode 7:

- poor lila :(

- the “auf wiedersehen” i’ve been worried about for a year and a half was said by d o t 😐

- jesus christ the handler is toxic,, we been knew but i forgot just how bad she was

- drummer lila <3

- not reginald singing along to like. a rap song. that’s so out of character.

- jesus christ reggie you’re making him relive his childhood trauma

- “congratulations you’re both mildly terrible parents.”

- “sentient stds” “giving a mummy a hand job” “diego may be 90% moron and 10% pelvic thrusts” i love the dialogue in this show so fucking much

- “bitch this is our home.”

- “you’re a dark little dude sometimes.”

- “the testosterone twins”

- ALLISON YOU FUCK

- this is very angsty but i’m obsessed with ben sitting next to five with a giant bucket of cheese puffs going “twenty bucks on the little one”

- i mean. allison’s making some points.

- holy shit she doesn’t have to say i heard a rumor anymore ??

- allison crossed a line with the “we should have kept you in the basement” bit and i love that diego was the one who stood up for viktor

- aww diego’s “we don’t fight like this” made me very sad :,(

- holy shit is ben an artist ?? 🥺🥺🥺

- no but genuinely who the fuck is jennifer?!

- “put the dick in dictator”

- hhmmm i don’t like that klaus calls viktor reginald’s daughter :////

- but also FUCK yeah klaus finally getting to stand up to some version of reggie

- klaus babe it feels like maybe you should have better reflexes seeing as you’re. y’know. a vietnam vet.

- this is SO fucked up but also kinda iconic

- okay but who are all these cars just willingly running over klaus

- N O W he’s ready?!?

- grace. grace what the fuck.

- jfc sloane is SMART

- “should i be finding this hot?” “NO!” -says luther, definitely finding this hot

- “stop crying on my bedsheets, emo. it’s gross.” i hate him but i love him

- “obi-wang”

- allison’s the only one having an reasonable reaction to their fucked up life ngl

- allison and lila bonding :,)

- “have you ever moved a nest of bees?” “no, because that’s weird.”

- shit grace istg

- me watching the trailer: haha flamethrower nun grace i wonder what that’s about!! me now: FUCK.

- okay but the onward christian soldiers bit was genuinely terrifying

- “inside that overly manicured exterior you are a warrior”

- POWERFUL KLAUS LETS FUCKING GOOOO

- yayyyy christopher trapped the kugelblitz let’s go you funky little cube !!

- queen being on the soundtrack >>>

- this party scene is adorable

- diego with a sword… he’s bisexual your honor

- oh so the world is like. ENDING ending.

- luther IS a fucking nerd, thank you sloane

- luther hargreeves you are the sweetest man alive holy shit,, he MADE the ring out of MOON ROCK 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

- hshakdhshshhsksjhh she’s floating to be taller than him :,,)

- marcus, alphonso, jayme, stan, and harlan all being dead is. fucking devastating.

- i love lila and diego so much :,) they’re so cute <3

- viktor, genuinely: “hey that was really nice of you to kill mom so diego didn’t have to :)” five, horrified: “my god we are a weird family, aren’t we?”

- five saying “sometimes we step on ants”….. klaus in season one saying viktor would cry as a kid when he stepped on ants…. much to think about…..

- five is out here with some DAMN good lines

- ben you fucker >:/

- OH WAIT OH SHIT FUCK NO

- of COURSE things couldn’t go that well for them of fucking COURSE

- FEI 😭😭😭😭 they really just killed off every sparrow but sloane and ben 😩😩

episode 8:

- the word enigma was invented to describe reginald hargreeves

- oh SHIT he built the hotel

- hmm. well that was. horrifying.

- NOT THE FUCKING COCKROACH

- thank you luther for asking about klaus!!

- hhHhHhHh diego,,,, arms,,,,, he,,,, 😳👀

- diego you dumb man i love you

- i love the accidental rhyming with “it’s hadron, not hard-on, ya moron!”

- ben arguing in korean while diego argues back at him in spanish >>>>

- “we made some friends along the way :)”

- the umbrella academy season three: the one where the hargreeves become self aware

- oh my GOD,, luther and sloane…. i love you, but,,,, your timing

- somewhat obsessed with ben’s reaction to luther and sloane’s engagement being “kill me jesus”

- i’ve been worried about what the wedding at the end of the world was gonna be for a long time,, i’m a bit sad it’s not one of the ships i *really* care about, but also i’m just so fucking relieved that it’s not allison and luther

- oh GOD the secondhand embarrassment 😩

- chet’s just been chillin,, good for him

- awhwhhhhhhhmygod,, reginald just called him “klaus” for probably the first time ever 😭 and you can see that klaus caught that too,, i’m not okay 😭😭

- okay but no matter how fucked up the circumstances are,, i love that klaus is FINALLY getting some fucking appreciation, even if it’s from reginald of all people

- five has anyone told you lately that you’re very badass? because you are.

- yess luther standing up to reginald we love to see it!!

- “that’s not the kind of erection we’re driving for here”

- aww klaus actually being happy for luther and sloane :,) i’m glad someone is (even though sloane barely knows klaus lol)

- ohhhhh my god holy shit luther asking viktor to be his best man!!!!!!! their relationship growth!!!!! the trans rights!!!!!!! just!! all of it!!!!!!

- “a human rubik’s cube” was,,, was christopher human? would we really call him that??

- awwwwww “he met a crazy lady”

- lila saying i love you to diego :,)

- aksksajdkskskhhshh,, the bracelet, the “i choose you,” the leaping into his arms,, i love them!! so fucking much!!!

- we love klaus being the most emotionally intelligent one BY FAR but no one giving him credit for it :/

- i’m gonna lose it over reginald’s go-to compliment being “you have a well proportioned forehead”

- holy fucking shit the bachelor party,, the karaoke

- tfw your bachelor party is just you and your brothers, and only two of those brothers are actually being supportive—

- i love the visual of luther marrying viktor’s action figures in third grade :,,)

-holy shit i’m.. the time of my life scene is genuinely THE cutest fucking thing i’ve seen in my life oh my fucking god i’m smiling like an idiot right now i love these dumbasses and their growth so goddamn much,, five’s growth especially because holy shit!! anyways, this is my new all-time comfort scene <3

- re: the above scene,, it does make me sad that allison and ben weren’t there :/

- oh the hotel really is gonna be ALL that’s left of the universe, huh?

- ohh ben 🥺 i’ve hated you most of this season but now i just want to give you a hug

- oh they all look SO good i am. incredibly bi.

- i love five being in the exact same outfit he’s always in for the wedding

- me: oh i wonder who’s gonna officiate the wedding? me, not even a minute later: of fucking course.

- not the ‘love and cherish this man for the next 24-48 hours’ 😩😩😭

- “i pronounce you married as shit! viva la apocalypse!!!” klaus sir i love you so much

- chet the dj 😌

- “this is officially worse than the apocalypse.”

- *tries very hard not to think about the fact that klaus is dancing alone* *fails* (listen,, i know that a lot of them were dancing alone, but it just hit different with him, okay??)

- well that was. the cutest shit ever.

- ohhhh not the cockroach 😩😩,, can’t we just ignore all the plot shit and keep the domestic fluffiness going?!!

- klaus: “cinco, mi hermano!” five, with genuine terror in his voice: “oh god.”

- today on: is klaus jewish or is he just Like That?! or did he just spend so much time around dave that he picked up on certain things

- klaus calling luther ‘lulu’ 🥺

- klaus covering his ears and whimpering at the sound of loud yelling :’( this bad boy can fit so much ptsd in it :,,(

- luther kissing klaus’ well proportioned forehead :,)

- obsessed with reginald just. eating an entire plate full of grapes.

- “is he eating a deviled egg with a knife and fork?” “that’s sad. that’s making me sad.”

- ajskdkdks not lila and reginald bonding over being british!!

- “you’d have made a superb father” 😭😭😭

- “my ben” :,,(

- “he just called luther adequate!” “that’s the nicest thing he’s ever said to him.”

- allison’s on thin ice right now but GOD does she look hot !

- alisonnnnnnnnn ://// and ma’am regardless of whatever else happened, you can’t just say you did nothing wrong,, you fully murdered a man,,,,

- ben dancing with them 🥺

- NONE of them can dance i love them so much

- how dare drunk!five looking disheveled and singing make me attracted to him >:/ it has been a proud point of mine to never have been attracted to five ://

- i love diego and lila. so goddamn much.

- SINGING!FIVE. YOU. NEED. TO. STOP. BEING. CUTE.

- there’s something so personal about klaus being the first one to reconnect with sparrow ben

- BEN AND KLAUS CUDDLING :,)

- oh shit oh fuck oh god what’s reginald doing,, who’s he making a deal with,,,

- okay i paused to write this: my money is on allison, ben, or chet, in that order. i’m gonna unpause now…

- well. they didn’t tell us, so.. that was anticlimactic. :/

- man,,,, i miss s2 allison :/ bring her back to me </3

- i also miss dave so much holy fuck :// at the very least they could TALK about him :(

#only two episodes left………….#i’m gonna try to watch them tonight…. i’ve managed to avoid spoilers which is great but it also means that i’m T E R R I F I E D #the umbrella academy #tua #tua spoilers #the umbrella academy spoilers #tua s3 #long post #eli.posts

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Oh god, I just had a TERRIBLE thought /pos

So like,,,in Pony Island and Inscryption, we get a name for who we're playing as. In PI, we play as Theodore, and then in Inscryption, we play as Luke Carder (or Kaycee in KM) ...But despite the player themself being an integral part in The Hex (helping complete the hex ritual, and irving directly talks to the player at one point in Lazarus' section), we never actually learn who it is in universe. And it being an in-universe character we're playing as makes more sense, considering Theodore and Luke.

So this kinda. Sparked a thought in my mind, technically two. So, outside of, like, Bandito7, Reginald, and Lou (and the random streamer bandito mentions during The Sphynx's boss battle, plus I'm not entirely sure we actually get Reginald's proper name til Inscryption), we only get 2 named real-world characters in the entirety of the game. And you guys get to sit here and read about me going into detail about why both options are both cruel in their own ways.

First, my girlboss blorbo herself, Carla Dosa. We learn in Walk how Lionel feels about her, and we know that Carla was willing to go to extreme measures to ruin Lionel's fucking life, even using satanic methods to make Sado an INCREDIBLY powerful game character. Even without including Sado specifically, we know she modded the Boss Rush mod in Waste World, which Lionel shows to have veeeery negative feelings about the modders. So, if we were going through The Hex as Carla, form her perspective, shes seeing all these characters that her ex-boss and ex-friend either created or bought, learning about why each of them are here, and seeing what the hell is up with Reggie, the whole "Lionel wants this" event. Maybe she takes that at face value, believing Irving just as Reggie did. Maybe she listened to the files Lionel sent her beforehand, knowing Lionel felt bad. Maybe she knew Lionel was better than that back then, knowing he didn't really mean any harm by wanting to get rid of Reggie. But that scene plays out, and she's pretty much powerless to stop what happens next. She puts her cursor over the empty space, and moments later, she's seeing the guy she hated most getting murdered, and she knows exactly who did it. She sees the character she used to ruin his life escape into the real world, and only Carla would know the real danger behind that. Maybe she's looking for Sado now, going on a wild goose chase as Sado continues hurting people

And then there's the even worse possibility. We play as Lionel. He plays through each of his games again, worried about his characters that he's now been forced to come to terms with about being sentient. He recognizes Reggie, knows exactly who he is, despite none of the patrons ever referring to him by name. He plays along in Lazarus' chapter, learns what The Artifact is, what Irving was talking about a few weeks ago. He watches Irving get shot and killed, and tries to boot up the Gameworks program, but to no avail. He practically just sentenced someone to death, but at least thought 'thats it. The others are okay'. Maybe he'll reach out to Gamefuna about Irving's ai being gone. He plays through Walk, reminiscing at old memories. Feeling bad for putting the SoL failure on Carla. Maybe he considers trying to find a way to reach out again, despite being blocked, to give a genuine apology. After he sees this through, first. And then he watches the "Lionel wants this" event. He's appalled, because that is *not* what he wanted. He wants to find a way to apologize to Reggie personally, because he honestly isn't sure if he can get Reggie to find his apology. He helps carry out their plan, because he's naive and stupid, the dots not connecting in his head. And then he sees himself on the screen, and by the time reality sets in, a hand is already launching itself out of his screen to kill him.

I honestly like the idea of Lionel being the player, because it makes sense as to how Reggie would be able to get to Lionel's computer specifically, despite the fact that Reggie would, for obvious reasons, *not* have any of his files on Lionel's computer. That and it is so incredibly fun yet heart wrenching to think about, the idea that Lionel unknowingly aided in his own death.

#the hex #the hex game #the hex spoilers #inscryption spoilers #pony island spoilers #tagging spoilers for those 2 games just in case #scov.txt #lionel snill #carla dosa #i suddenly thought of this and just. made myself so sad /pos #this fuckin game man

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gukyi · 3 years

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that’s the spirit! | myg

summary: min yoongi hates halloween. as his best friend and resident halloween-lover, that is simply unacceptable. but when halloween night rolls around and you and min yoongi feel farther apart than ever before, you discover that what’s come between you is more than just a bad trick, and that no matter what day it is, loving him is the sweetest treat of all.

{college!au, friends to lovers!au, halloween!au}

pairing: min yoongi x female reader genre: fluff, comedy, a little angst? (a little i promise) word count: 8k (woohoo! i did it!) warnings: alcohol consumption, underage drunkenness in flashbacks, misunderstandings, helpless but mutual pining, halloween parties, this is halloween during college, what else do you expect a/n: some scenes inspired by love, rosie, my absolute favorite rom-com! happy halloween, and i hope this brings some joy to your life before armageddon i mean election day rolls around! much love 🎃💜

Min Yoongi hates Halloween.

Which is ridiculous, because you assume that there must have been at least one time in his life where he liked it. Halloween is a universally-liked holiday. It was the one day of the year where he, an unbridled child rebelling against authority, got to dress up as his favorite book character, superhero, or movie star, hang out with his friends past sunset, and solicit strangers for free candy. Free candy! How could anyone hate that?

But the thing is, it doesn’t matter what Min Yoongi was like in his youth. Ever since you met him, he has hated Halloween. For reasons completely unbeknownst to you.

Unfortunately for Min Yoongi, just because he hates Halloween doesn’t mean that he gets to spend his October pretending that it doesn’t exist. Because, unlike him, you do not hate Halloween. In fact, you rather like it. So much so that Min Yoongi has to deal with the holiday no matter what. For better…

“Ah! What the fuck!”

Or for worse.

You pop your head out of your bedroom to find Yoongi about to throw down with the fake skeleton you’ve propped up by the door, one of those cheesy ones from Spirit Halloween that make a zombie sound whenever its artificial brain can sense someone near it. He’s got this wide-eyed look on his face, fists up in front of him like he’s going to beat the damn thing senseless, even though Min Yoongi is barely five-feet-ten and has a body that functions exclusively on iced coffee and could probably get taken down by the average third-grader.

Min Yoongi does not have a flight instinct. He only knows how to fight.

He’s muttering to himself by the time you emerge completely from your bedroom, grumbling about how he nearly wet himself at the sight of the thing, fingers glossing over the plastic bones as he inspects them. There he stands in the doorway of your apartment, curled-up fists tucked inside the too-long sleeves of his too-big hoodie, pink lips parted in innocent confusion as he blinks at your apartment’s new resident.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” You chide from where you stand in your room, watching as Yoongi jerks his head up. The sound of your voice seems to catch him off guard for a minute, eyes wide in shock before he realizes that it’s you and his whole body relaxes. “Was that you I just heard screaming outside my apartment, Min Yoongi?”

“No,” Yoongi deadpans, fully aware that the both of you know that it was him. “Must have been someone else.”

“Yes, of course, my mistake,” you tease, coming up behind him to rub his upper arm, the palm of your hand pressing against the worn fabric of his hoodie sleeve as he sighs. “You don’t have a problem with my festive decorations at all, do you?”

“Not those,” Yoongi frowns, pointing to the orange and black streamers hanging above your apartment window, to the mini pumpkins sitting in the center of your dinky kitchen table, to the construction paper cutouts of black cats decorating your walls. He rounds on the skeleton, propped up right next to the door with the sole purpose of scaring whatever visitors you have. “This, I have a problem with. What is this thing?”

You smile proudly. “Reginald.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Yoongi looks at you, positively flabbergasted. “You named it?”

You scoff. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I? I bought him, he’s mine now, and he needed a name. So I named him Reginald. What’s the issue here?” You weren’t about to buy a twenty-five dollar plastic skeleton, set him up to be your personal doorman, and not give him a name.

“The issue is that this—” he motions to Reginald’s face, “—is the first thing I see when I walk into your apartment, instead of—oh, I don’t know—you,” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Aw, I’m touched,” you say, pressing a hand to your heart. “Didn’t know you always wanted to see my face first thing when you come over.”

Yoongi’s gaze drifts down towards the floor, thumbs twiddling. “Well, yeah,” he mumbles, words barely audible. “Why else would I come over?”

“I don’t know, for the ambience, maybe?” You say with a shrug, watching him slide his backpack off of his shoulder and onto the floor by the couch. “Anyway, maybe if you had come with me to Spirit Halloween when I went shopping for decorations, you wouldn’t be so surprised.”

“I had two midterms that week! Two!” Yoongi reminds you.”

“I’m just saying,” you tell him, hands up defensively as you make your way to the kitchen, fishing out two teabags from the cabinet as you set the kettle to boil. You never used to like tea, but a year ago Yoongi convinced you to try this jasmine flower one from the Asian supermarket downtown and you haven’t looked back. Now there’s always at least three spare boxes in your kitchen cupboards, for you and for him. “No time is a bad time to get into the Halloween spirit.”

Yoongi sighs, loud and obvious, because this is the third year in a row you’ve brought up this conversation and it’s not any more convincing than it was the last two times. “Do we have to do this?”

“Yes.”

“Can’t we just pretend it’s November Eve?”

“Come on, Yoongi,” you plead, because he’s never given you a good explanation as to why he refuses to spend Halloween with you, and you just want to know why. “Won’t you just celebrate this one stupid holiday with me?”

“So you admit it’s stupid?”

“That’s not what I meant.” You frown at him, crossing your arms as the kettle starts whistling.

Yoongi exhales, reaching over you to pour the boiling water into your teacups, matching His and Hers ones you bought from the sale section of Target last year for Valentine’s Day. “It’s just not my thing. You know that.”

“But we’re college students,” you exclaim. “Halloween is the best when you’re a college student! You get to dress up as whatever you want and go to five different parties and spend the night with your friends without your parents chaperoning you.”

Yoongi purses his lips, unconvinced. “So… basically an opportunity to get piss drunk in a frat house? No thanks, I’ll pass.”

“You know that I wouldn’t care what we did if you celebrated Halloween with me,” you say, leaning against the counter as you hold your mug in your hands, the heat warming your palms and steam brushing against the skin of your cheeks. “Even if we just stayed in and watched a movie. Or played one of those horror video games Jungkook’s always talking about.”

“That sounds worse,” Yoongi admits with a helpless laugh. It really does. Neither you nor Yoongi have ever been huge fans of the horror genre Jungkook loves so much.

You chuckle. “Honestly, yeah, forget I said anything about that.”

“You know I just don’t care for Halloween that much,” Yoongi says, gazing down into the swirling brown of his mug, the steam from the water making his glasses fog up. “It’s nothing personal.”

You sigh. That’s about as good of an answer you’re going to be getting out of him. No matter what you suggest, whether it be a house party, a night in, or even just a candy feast, he has always declined, citing his unexplainable dislike for the festivities. The only reason he deals with the holiday in the first place is because you love it so much.

“Will you at least help me carve some pumpkins please?” You ask, a last ditch effort to get him to participate. “The supermarket on Fifteenth Street is having a sale on them, and I wanted to decorate the windowsill. It’s easier with two people, you know.”

Yoongi narrows his eyes, looking hesitant.

“Oh, please, Yoongi? Just this once? It’s not even, like, a strictly Halloween thing. It’s just a fall thing! Plus, we can roast the pumpkin seeds after for a snack,” you plead, placing your cup down on the counter so you can tug on his arms, hands wrapped around his wrists as you stare into his eyes, positively desperate.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Yoongi says with a huff, that resigned tone to his voice that signifies that he’s caving in. “Yes, we can carve pumpkins together. That I will do.”

“Oh my God, really? Yes! Yay, thank you so much!” In a fit of excitement, surprise, and joy, you pull Yoongi in for a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck as he tilts back in shock, tea spilling out over the edge of his mug and onto the linoleum floor beneath your feet, drops of it splashing against your skin.

“Whoa, whoa, okay,” Yoongi says, taken aback. Still nestled tightly within your arms, he carefully sets his mug down onto the counter so as to avoid more spilling, his other hand pressing against the small of your back. “I didn’t know pumpkin carving was so important to you.”

You laugh, pulling away as you look into his eyes, crinkled up into fond little crescents. “It’s not. But you are.”

“So cheesy,” Yoongi chides.

“You love it,” you remind him, pressing the side of your body against his as you lean against the counter together. Instinctively, you let your head flop onto his shoulder, fitting perfectly in the crook of his neck. “Thanks for doing this for me,” you say softly.

“Of course,” Yoongi says. “Anything for you.”

“Look how festive campus is!”

Yoongi chuckles as he watches you skip down the main walkway, the one that winds right from the west to the east side of campus, relishing in the feeling of autumn. Yoongi always forgets that it’s fall until it hits him like a brick to the head, and suddenly it’s getting dark at five-thirty and he can’t go outside without a proper jacket anymore. It’s a week until November, and Yoongi still refuses to wear anything heavier than a denim jacket, no matter how cold it gets. It can’t be winter yet, right?

“Wow, all the tones really fit the spooky mood,” you tell him, leaves crinkling as your feet step on the fallen foliage, brown and orange and yellow and red.

“How convenient it is that orange happens to be one of Halloween’s signature colors,” Yoongi chides with a roll of his eyes. “Is the Castle still hosting that party next week?”

“The costume one? Yeah, I’m pretty sure,” you tell him with a nod. “We’re still going, right?”

“Only because it’s our first year,” Yoongi reminds you pointedly. “And since you wanna celebrate together so badly.”

You scoff. “Don’t act like it’s such a drag. I know you want to spend time with me.”

Yoongi chuckles to himself, casual and cool. He knows you’re just teasing him but quite frankly, if Yoongi could spend every day of the rest of his life with you, then he would. If he could turn himself into a witch and cast a spell to keep you by his side for the rest of time, then he would. From the moment the two of you met in your dingy dorm, you clicked. And Yoongi knew, in that moment. He just knew.

“Oh my God, look at the pumpkins!”

Your voice breaks him from his thoughts, your finger pointing excitedly at the carved pumpkins outside of the dormitories that line the walkway, lit candles nestled safely inside. They’ve got everything from the college logo to video game characters to the face of your lovable-but-memeable university president carved into them, decorating the street with a little more personality than normal.

“They’re so cute, holy shit,” you tell Yoongi fondly, all endeared and heart-eyed, the same way you get when someone walks their dog through campus or a professor sends out an update email with a picture of their newborn grandchild. Yoongi’s only known you a couple of months, but already he’s starting to figure out what makes you tick. “I love them. Don’t you love them, Yoongi?”

You turn around to meet Yoongi’s eyes, and when he looks back at you it feels like his whole heart is lighter. He sees your smile and it makes his body fill with warmth, like someone’s wrapping a blanket around him, like a warm cup of hot cocoa on a cool autumn afternoon. He looks back at you, and it feels like everything is right.

“Yeah,” Yoongi says, grinning. “I do.”

The lopsided legs of your creaky kitchen table tremble as the pumpkin hits it.

“Damn, is this thing heavy or am I just getting weaker?” You ask, smoothing out the newspaper spread out on the flat surface of the table, two college students’ best attempt to avoid a mess. They’re old student copies with headlines like Brand New Cafeteria, but is the Food Even Any Good? and New Semester, New Me! sprawled across the front. You care about your school news, you really do, but the members of the newspaper team that hand out the papers practically stuff them down your throat whenever there’s a new issue, which is three times a week and at every street intersection on campus. So you’ve had extras lying around.

“Nope, they’re definitely heavy,” Yoongi agrees as he plops his pumpkin onto the table next to yours with a thud. “Though it’s not like I go to the gym much anyway.”

“Didn’t we say we were gonna try and be healthier this year, since we’re graduating?” You ask.

“That was before that new doughnut place opened up next to the ramen restaurant three streets up,” Yoongi reminds you.

“Maybe grad school?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, reaching over the table to grab the pumpkin carving kits the two of you bought from the drugstore down the road. “Caution. Keep out of reach of children ages three and under,” he reads. “Welp, guess I can’t do this then…”

“Ha ha, very funny,” you say with a deadpan frown, grabbing onto his wrist. “Hold on a minute, Mr. I Promised I Would Do This For My Best Friend.” Yoongi exhales dramatically as you pull him back towards the table, though it’s not as if there was much resistance from him in the first place.

You pry open the plastic wrapping that surrounds the kit, the orange tools eventually popping out of their casing and onto your newspaper-ed table. Sure, you could have probably pulled out two knives from your kitchen drawer and it wouldn’t make a difference, but spending ten dollars each on these two little pumpkin carving kits didn’t seem like a waste of money. For the sake of Halloween spirit, right?

“What do you want to carve?” You ask, handing Yoongi your open kit as you gaze at the instruction manual. Pumpkin carving shouldn’t be too difficult, should it? You cut open the top, pull out all the gunk from the inside, and then carve a face, or something.

“I’m not a very good artist,” Yoongi admits, looking hesitant.

“Well, the good thing about pumpkin carving is that no one expects them to look nice,” you point out. “I think I want to do that anime eyes face emoji. You know the one. Let’s see…”

You grab a hold of the plastic knife that came with the kit, hover the tip over the top of the pumpkin, and stab. It sinks into the squash up to the hilt. That’s the good part.

The bad part is that, because you’re holding onto a knife made out of non-recyclable plastic, moving it once it’s inside the pumpkin is exceedingly difficult. You pull it right and left fruitlessly, watching as the knife sits firmly in place, the handle bending with the curve of your fingers if you tug on it too hard.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” Yoongi says with another sigh, abandoning his own pumpkin, which he has already de-stalked in the minutes you weren’t looking his way. “Let me help you.”

Suddenly, you feel a warmth wrap around you. A figure presses against your back, this musky, coffee-laden scent surrounding you, and you watch as Yoongi’s calloused hands slowly envelop yours, fingertips pressing firmly against your skin. It makes you freeze up instinctively, jumping at the sensation of his body around yours, of his torso pressed against your back, of his breath tickling your ear.

“Relax, alright?” He says, voice calm and gentle. He brings your hands to the knife, lets his palms rest against them as your fingers slowly wrap around the handle. You can feel him breathing, feel the slow rise and fall of his chest against you, the heat of his mouth just inches away from your cheek. “It’s just me.”

You force a chuckle. “You just surprised me, that’s all.”

You feel Yoongi pause behind you.

“Seriously, I’m fine. Help me,” you insist.

Steadily, albeit a little bit tentatively, Yoongi does. His hand wrapped around yours, together the two of you carve out the top of the pumpkin, his chest pressed firmly against your back, body engulfing you. He feels so close, so goddamn close, like there is barely an inch of space in between the two of you, like if he were to bend down right there and if you were shift yourself around you would see nothing but his face right in front of yours, his hazy brown eyes looking back at you, twinkling in the white light of your kitchen.

It almost makes you want to turn around and look.

“There we go,” Yoongi says, voice suddenly soft, quiet like there’s something else weighing on his tongue. “What are you thinking of carving?”

“I don’t know,” you murmur, lips upturned. “Maybe you?”

“I don’t make for a very attractive pumpkin picture,” Yoongi says with a shake of his head, even though that’s total bullshit for a number of reasons.

First of all, a pumpkin portrait is by no means meant to be an attractive portrayal of you, unless you’re Keanu Reeves and you look photogenic no matter what. Second of all, there has never been a time where Yoongi has not looked good. He always does. He did during finals week when his body was made of nothing but iced coffee, he did in freshman year when the two of you would stay awake until the early morning getting vodka spilled all over you in frat houses, and he does now, tired eyes and soft skin, dark hair and pink lips, standing in your apartment like he belongs here, like this is where he was meant to be.

“I think you would,” you tell him honestly. “You’d look good no matter what.”

Yoongi’s silent at that, but you can tell from the way his cheeks are turning red he’s taken the compliment to heart. It makes you want to shower him in them. It makes you want to freeze this moment in time, suspended in reality, and stay like that forever.

“Then I’ll do you,” he says with a grin, because what else would he say? Who else would he choose? You are going to put two matching pumpkins on your windowsill, and they will be of you and him. Messy, Picasso-style portraits carved into the orange skin. Two best friends, together even as fucking pumpkins.

You will carve out a picture of him, and he will carve out a picture of you, and isn’t that what this is really all about?

“Do you think people are gonna get the wrong idea about us?”

“What do you mean?”

Yoongi turns around to face you where you stand in front of your dorm mirror, this giant plastic one hanging on two hooks that you’ve latched onto the door of your room. He knows that you can see him in the mirror, staring back at you with a black mask over his face and a cape draped over his shoulders, the giant yellow emblem printed out on a piece of paper and taped onto his chest. It’s a last minute costume, for sure, but it gets the job done nicely.

“I mean,” you say, fixing the cat ears that sit atop your head. “Do you think people are gonna think we’re a couple, or something?”

Yoongi grins nervously and hopes that you don’t notice. “I mean, we’re just going to a frat party. I doubt it’s going to be light enough to see anything at all. Why?”

“Well, I don’t want people to get the wrong idea about us,” you say, adjusting the mask over your eyes. Yoongi, unabashedly, rakes his eyes up and down your figure. Your black turtleneck and skintight leather leggings don’t leave very much to the imagination. You’re definitely much more in costume than he is, to say the least.

“We’re freshmen, people already have the wrong idea about us,” Yoongi scoffs.

You turn around just so you can shoot a frown his way. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Why are you so worried about people getting the wrong idea about us?” Yoongi asks you, an eyebrow raised. This does not exactly bode well for him. “We can be Batman and Catwoman together no matter what people think.”

“I don’t know, I guess I just—” You stop in your tracks, letting the words fall off your lips and crash to the floor. “Never mind, it’s stupid.”

“What? You can tell me,” Yoongi says, concern lacing his voice. He rushes over to you, the two of you staring at your reflections in the mirror. Two friends, clad in black, wearing matching costumes. If Yoongi wasn’t sober right now, maybe he would actually do it.

Maybe.

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing,” you shrug it off with a shake of your head. “I’m happy to be doing this with you. Even if your costume totally sucks.”

“Hey!” Yoongi exclaims defensively. “It is not my fault you came up with this idea last minute even though you already owned everything. I had to pay twenty-five cents to print this in color, you know.”

“A Twenty-five cent costume and you still look good.”

You and Yoongi smile at each other in the mirror, lips turned up as you stare at yourselves, wondering if this is all you will ever be, or if there is something more.

Yoongi sure hopes it’s the latter.

And he’s determined to find out, once and for all, tonight.

You’ve just lit the candles that sit inside yours and Yoongi’s pumpkins when you hear the knock at your door.

You’re sure that Yoongi can hear you from a mile away as you scurry towards the door, white platform heels clapping against the floorboards with every step you take. You’re going to have to practice walking in these a bit more. Maybe you shouldn’t have bought them only a week before Halloween, and maybe you should have at least tried to break them in a little bit.

“Hello?” You swing open the door.

“He—whoa,” Yoongi begins before his eyes widen to the size of the moon as he fully takes in the sight in front of him. “What’s with the—uh, the… dress?” He’s scratching at the nape of his neck, eyes sweeping up and down your body.

You hold out the skirt of your sequined, bedazzled dress as best you can, and grin. “I’m a gogo dancer! What do you think?”

“Wow, I—” Yoongi starts, a little speechless. “I don’t know. Wow. You look… you look nice, Y/N.”

You smile, thankful for the compliment. Yoongi seems weirdly breathless, blinking more often than usual, like he’s trying to convince himself that what he’s seeing is real. Although, you will admit that this dress is much more sparkly than anything else you have in your closet. You reckon a few disco balls were sacrificed to make this costume.

“Why—uh, why did you call me over? Did you need something from me?”

“Actually, yes,” you say, ushering Yoongi into your apartment.

As he’s walking inside, Yoongi notices the pumpkins sitting on your windowsill. “Hey, those look cute together.”

“Don’t they?” You say proudly. Nobody else has commented on them, but then again, you live on the fifth floor of your apartment, so you don’t imagine many people can even see them from ground level. But it’s nice to know that they’re there, and that they mean something. Not to a whole lot of people, but to you. And to him. “But that’s not why I asked you to come over.”

“Why, what’s up?”

You freeze when he looks up at you, like you can hardly will the next few words to come out of your mouth. They’re stuck at the dam of your lips, refusing to budge, because there is this tiny, this little part of you that doesn’t even have the courage to ask. To say it. Because you know already.

“Hoseok’s throwing a party tonight—”

“No.”

“You didn’t even let me finish!”

“But I know what you’re going to say,” Yoongi says like it’s obvious, because it is. “You’re going to ask me to come with you. And I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this, Y/N, but I am not going to go. I’m just not.”

“But it’s not a shitty frat party or anything!” You exclaim, desperately trying to dig yourself out of a hole you’re already six-feet in. “It’s at his place, an apartment across campus, with just some friends of his. There won’t be crazy music and sleazy guys and jungle juice. It’s just going to be a house party.”

“I don’t care, I don’t want to go,” Yoongi tells you. “There’s nothing you can do to change my mind.”

“Why? Why won’t you go?” You demand, because the least your best friend of nearly four years could do is give you a real reason. A real reason as to why he hates Halloween, why he never wants to celebrate it with you, why he never wants to go out with you on your favorite night of the year.

“Because I just don’t want to! Why can’t you just accept that? I don’t want to go!”

Silence. It’s almost as if Yoongi’s shocked he was even speaking so loudly in the first place.

Next to you, the candles flicker.

“I don’t get it,” you say, resigned. “I don’t understand. This is our very last year to celebrate Halloween as college students, as best friends, and you can’t even give me a real excuse as to why you won’t come with me.”

Yoongi frowns. “What do you mean, ‘a real excuse’?”

“Exactly that,” you say sharply. “A real excuse. Even when I offer for us to just stay in and eat KitKats and watch a shiity movie you refuse. All because it’s Halloween. I don’t get it. It’s not the crowds, and it’s not the drinks, and it’s not even the other stuff, like the pumpkins and the decorations. Is it me? Am I the reason you don’t want to celebrate Halloween?”

“No, what the fuck, it’s not you!”

“Then what is it, Yoongi?” You plead, not even making an attempt to lower your voice. Can’t he hear the sheer desperation in your voice? The hopelessness? “Why won’t you just tell me why you don’t ever want to celebrate this goddamn holiday with me? Is it my fault?”

“I just don’t!”

The sound of Yoongi’s shouts echoes throughout your living space, bouncing off of the walls. You look back at him, feeling helpless, but he doesn’t look angry, or enraged. He looks exhausted. Like this conversation has knocked the wind right out of him, stolen the breath from his lungs. Like suddenly the pot has boiled over, only it’s extinguished the flames that kept it burning.

“I just don’t,” Yoongi repeats, fists clenched tightly by his side. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

He gives you one last tired look, matching your own defeated expression, before turning around and walking out of your apartment. The door shuts firmly behind him, neither a slam nor a gentle stop, leaving you stranded in the middle of your living space, watching his silhouette disappear.

You sigh. You don’t think Yoongi will ever tell you why he hates Halloween. And while that may be no fault of your own, you can’t help but feel like it has something to do with you.

Yoongi could probably count the amount of times he’s gone to a frat party on one hand, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t already know everything there is to know about them. In his eyes, once you’ve been to one, you’ve been to them all.

Still, he supposes that it being Halloween makes this one a little different. Everyone’s in some sort of costume, whether it be good or bad or just plain old lazy, and there are at least a few orange and black decorations lining the walls of the Castle, and they’ve curated a playlist with Halloween songs as well as rap songs Yoongi has heard plenty of times before, so for once, Yoongi will give the fraternity a bit of credit when it comes to their Halloween party-planning.

Beside him, you take another giant chug of your drink from the orange solo cup in your hand, wincing as the alcohol burns your throat on the way down.

“Hey, take it easy, okay?” He says, though he doubts you can even hear him over the music, loud in the kind of way that his ears are going to be ringing far into tomorrow morning.

“I’m fine!” You shout back, even though you are definitely not. The entire room reeks of a mixture of vodka and sickly sweet soda.

“I just want to make sure you’re not overdoing it!” He tells you as the two of you get shoved together from some massive guy pushing past Yoongi and sending him crashing towards you. He catches a glimpse of the contents of your cup, eyebrows raising when he sees that it’s almost empty. You just got that drink five minutes ago.

You smile. “I’m not!”

The song changes, and Yoongi swears that he can feel the entire house shake as everyone screams, cheering as they bounce up and down, dancing to the beat. Next to him, you are finishing the last few drops of whatever’s in your cup, finding an empty ledge to place it down on when you’re done, and pulling him in close to you.

“Let’s dance!” You shriek excitedly.

And who is Yoongi to resist?

He lets you take your hand in his own and parade him around the tiny little space the two of you share, a couple square feet of freedom in this crowded room, chock full of sweaty bodies just like his. Yoongi may not have had as much to drink as you, but the little bit of alcohol in his system is already shutting down normal mental processes like not-staring-at-you-constantly and pretending-that-he-likes-you-just-as-a-friend, sending him into a tizzy whenever he meets your starstruck eyes.

Even in this dingy, sweaty, unventilated fraternity living room, you are beautiful. You are beautiful here, and you are beautiful at three in the morning after twelve straight hours of studying, and you are beautiful after spilling the dining hall’s chicken noodle soup all over yourself.

God, you’re the only person Yoongi is looking at in this room. You’re the only person he sees.

Shaking his head, Yoongi abandons those thoughts as the song comes to an end, a hand wrapped around your wrist as he leans into your ear. “Do you wanna go outside? It’s hot in here!”

“Okay, whatever!” You agree easily, too easygoing after you’ve got a few drinks in you.

Yoongi grabs a hold of your sweaty hand and tugs you towards the back door, one that he thinks leads to a fenced in backyard. You squeeze through the crowd, getting a couple of drinks spilled on your shoes on the way until you reach the back door and Yoongi fumbles with the knob, shaking it a couple of times before it gets loose. Eventually, the two of you stumble outside into the backyard, where a couple of people are playing beer pong and a couple of others look like they’re making out.

It’s a frat party. What else did Yoongi expect?

It’s the end of October, and Yoongi doesn’t even have on a jacket, but the chill of the night has little effect on him after being in a room that’s felt like one hundred degrees for an hour. Out here, Yoongi feels like he can finally breathe.

“It’s kinda cold out here, don’t you think?”

Yoongi doesn’t even have time to respond before you’re wrapping yourself up in him, curling into his body and placing his arm around your figure, letting the heat from his frame radiate onto your skin.

“Better than being in there,” Yoongi reasons.

“But aren’t you having fun?”

He looks down to see you looking up with him with big, wide eyes, like you’re afraid that he isn’t having fun, or afraid that you’re enjoying this night more than he is. It makes him smile. “With you, I am.”

You grin at that, turning back to face forward, head pressing into the crook of his neck. “That’s good to hear,” you tell him. “It seemed like you were kinda nervous.”

“Nervous?” His voice cracks as he says it. Fuck.

“Yeah, is there something you wanna tell me? It looks like you’ve been dying to say something all night,” you comment mindlessly, clearly much more observant now than you are when you’re sober. Or perhaps, Yoongi’s just more obvious.

He takes a deep breath, pressing his eyes shut tightly. This is his chance. He knows it.

“Actually, yes, there is,” he says, and it feels like he has to force the words out of his mouth because they’re refusing to come out on their own, pausing at the edge of his lips. It feels like he has to overcome his own mind in order to tell you, feels like every word is a sucker punch to his lungs.

You pull away from him, looking up at Yoongi with big, blinking eyes. It’s a clear night, and Yoongi knows because he can see the fucking stars reflected in your pupils, see them twinkling as your glossy eyes gaze back up at him. You look up at Yoongi and God, you are just so beautiful. You are beautiful, and Yoongi wonders, then, if you know. If you know how Yoongi looks at you. If you know how he feels about you. He is so in love. It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out. You are beautiful and he is so in love, and he’s been dying to tell you that and this might be his only opportunity to do so, because tomorrow will be a new day and Yoongi won’t have the guts tomorrow. This is his only chance.

You deserve to know.

“Well?” You ask him. “What is it?”

Yoongi wraps his arm around the small of your back, pulls you into him, and presses his lips to yours.

Hoseok’s party is fun. It’s definitely one of the better ones you’ve been to in your four years of university so far. There aren’t too many people, and the drinks are actually good instead of just burning your throat, and his music taste is impeccable.

And yet, you don’t think you’ve ever been so unenthused at a party in your whole life. Thriller by Michael Jackson blares from Hoseok’s television speakers, chatter fills the room, and Hoseok’s girlfriend, Haebin, is constantly checking up on you, but never has one place felt so empty.

It’s not really very difficult for you to wonder why.

“Hey, Y/N!”

You whip your head around to find Haein standing by the kitchen table, gesturing towards Hoseok as he’s looking up the recipe for a drink he wants to try.

“You want one? Hoseok’s trying to make Long Island Iced Tea,” Haebin asks. Next to her, Hoseok is struggling to get the measurements right. At least he’s making an attempt.

You stare down at your nearly-full cup of strawberry daiquiri. You took one sip when Haebin first handed it to you thirty minutes ago, and haven’t touched it since. “No, I’m alright, thank you.”

Haebin sighs, patting Hoseok on the back encouragingly before she makes her way over to where you’re sitting on their couch, pressed up against the arm of the sofa as you mindlessly swirl the drink around in your cup, eyes zoning into the whirlpool you’re creating. She sits down next to you with a smile, with the kind of look on her face that makes you simultaneously thankful for and dread the conversation you’re about to have.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.” You don’t even believe yourself when you say it.

“Listen, you don’t have to tell me. I just know that Halloween is your favorite holiday and I was wondering if there was something getting you down tonight,” Haebin says in that comforting, gentle sort of way, like an old friend who knows all your tells.

“It’s not a big deal, really. I think I’m just out of it tonight,” you say, not drunk enough to divulge more information but also not sober enough to keep your mouth completely shut.

Haebin smiles at you, lips pursed. “Alright then. If everything’s alright.” She pushes her hands onto her thighs as she gets off of the couch, heading back towards the kitchen to help Hoseok figure out how to mix drinks. But before she leaves you alone, she turns around and says one more thing. “You know, I don’t know why Yoongi’s not here or anything, but I wish that he was. You always look so much happier whenever he’s around.”

And that just sends your mind into meltdown.

Defeated, alone, and best friend-less, you place your cup down on the end table to your left and get up off of the couch, beginning to gather your belongings, your coat and your shoes and your bag, tugging your arms through the sleeves as you storm towards the door, eyebrows knitted together, lips pursed.

“Hey, where are you going—?”

“I gotta go, Haebin. I just—” You pull on a shoe, tugging at the boot as it slips over your heel, “—I gotta go. Thank Hoseok for me, okay? I have to go.”

You only have time to catch Haebin nod, wordless, before you tug open the door to Hoseok’s apartment and stomp outside.

This is the worst Halloween of your life, bar none. The time when you were four and you tripped over a curb on the sidewalk, spraining your ankle doesn’t even come close. It’s your very last year to celebrate Halloween as a college student, to celebrate it by getting dressed up in a low-effort costume and spending time with your friends, and your best friend isn’t even here. He refused.

He refused and you still don’t know why, but worst of all he refused and you still wish he was here. You wish you could have spent time with him tonight. More than anything else. You wish you could have spent the night wrapped up together on your couch, or on your bed, watching your favorite television shows and enjoying each other’s company. You wish you could have curled into his body as the television blared, pressed your head against his shoulder and felt the warmth of his skin on yours. God, you wish you could have.

You wish you could have told him.

You wish you had the guts to.

Twenty minutes later finds you outside one of the dozens of frat parties likely occurring on campus right now, the bass from the music so loud that you can feel it in your eardrums even outside of the building. No part of you wants to go inside something like that, but at this point you start to wonder if maybe hopping different frats is actually your best idea. Get a drink, get drunk, and then move onto the next one. Rinse and repeat until you don’t remember a thing about this terrible, awful night.

As you walk along the sidewalk, you spot another student sitting on the curb underneath a leaf-less tree, a cheap black drugstore masquerade mask covering the top half of his face. He doesn’t seem to be having a particularly enjoyable night either.

Normally, the last thing you’d want to do is sit down next to a stranger whose face is disguised, because who knows what could happen to you if you do, but there are at least twenty people surrounding the two of you, loitering outside the frat house in the hopes that they can eventually get inside. And honestly, you could use a fucking break.

As casually as you can possibly manage, you take a seat next to the boy, a few inches apart from him as he looks up at you. You can’t make out too much in the dim light of the frat house, but he’s illuminated just enough for you to see his eyes widen at the sight of you.

“You don’t mind, do you?” You ask.

He shakes his head.

You smile in thanks, shifting around where you’re seated on the cold cement, eyes drifting all over the place, from the houses across the street to the road to the people standing around, anything to avoid turning back towards the boy and initiating an even more awkward conversation. Sitting down, the world stops spinning, just a little bit. You didn’t have too much to drink at Hoseok’s, but it was enough to loosen your mind.

“Can I say something?” You say loudly, turning towards the boy.

It was enough to loosen your lips too, apparently.

The boy stares back at you, silent.

“I’m sorry, I just need to get this off my chest.” You close your eyes, breathing in and breathing out, feeling your chest rise and fall. “I am not having a great night. And I wish I was out here with another friend of mine, instead. He’s my best friend, actually. He just… didn’t want to come out tonight with me. But I wish he was here, because I love spending time with him, and I miss him.”

The words spill off of your tongue like lava from a volcano, bursting from your lips completely unfiltered. It surprises you, a little, how much you actually have to say. How much has been weighing on your chest.

You don’t expect him to respond. Truthfully, you can’t even believe you’re unloading all of your baggage onto him in the first place. Since when are you the type of person to tell other people about the tragedies of your life?

But then, he says, “You do?”

And it makes you wonder what else you’ve been keeping hidden.

“Yeah, I guess I do,” you realize. “I love spending time with him. He makes every day brighter, turns everything he touches into laughter. And I wanted to spend time with him tonight because I actually thought he would want to. You know, we carved pumpkins together a few days ago. Of each other’s faces.” You force out a laugh. “We carved each other’s faces into pumpkins and he still isn’t here tonight. I wanted him to be here because he’s my best friend, and because he makes me so happy, and even other people are noticing what effect he has on me. Noticing how fucking happy he makes me. Because he does. I feel like I’m a better person with him. I want to spend the rest of my life with him and he’s not here and instead of going to look for him I’m sitting here telling you the sob story that is my life and I just wish—”

“Does that mean you love him?” The boy asks softly.

“What?”

“Does that mean you love him?”

You turn to look at the boy, eyebrows raised, almost ready to deny such a thing, but when you open your mouth, nothing comes out.

How could you say you don’t love Yoongi? Of course you do. He is your best friend. You never want to live a day when he’s not by your side. You want to spend the rest of your life with him. He makes you smile and laugh like it’s nobody’s business, brightens your day without even trying. Just seeing him is enough to lift your spirits. Seeing his face on the other side of your apartment door, all ripped jeans and Converse sneakers, hands wrapped in the sleeves of his hoodie, dark brown eyes blinking back at you, pink lips parted in a grin. That image you have of him in your head—it’s one you don’t ever want to forget. He is standing in your apartment, lips upturned, eyes crushed into crescents, smiling at you. He is mid-laugh, grinning from ear to ear at something you said. He is right there.

“Well, yeah,” you say, because what else are you supposed to do? “I guess I do.”

Suddenly, your chest feels a whole lot lighter.

The boy next to you smiles, the dim light barely illuminating his features, but when you look at him there is something so strangely familiar about him, about the way he blinks at you, about the peak of his Cupid’s bow, about how his lips are stretched into a grin. It couldn’t be him… could it?

But before you have time to ask, he is leaning towards you and pressing his lips atop yours, crashing your mouths together in a desperate, messy kiss. His palm presses against your cheek and you can’t help but sink into it, sink into the way his other hand curls around to rest on the small of your back, let yourself be engulfed by him.

You’ve never kissed Yoongi before, but you know that this is what it must be like.

You know, from the way your blood starts to sizzle, sparks rushing through your veins. From the way your heart is pumping, loud and clear in your ears, like it’s been jolted to life. Like a shock is running through your body. Like a warmth is filling you up, from the inside out.

When you part, as Yoongi takes off his mask, he can’t keep the smile off of his face. “I knew it. I knew you loved me.”

“What are you doing out here?” You ask, positively shocked. “I thought you hated Halloween.”

“I do,” Yoongi confirms. “Or, well, I did, I guess.”

“Then what changed?”

“You. Us. We changed,” Yoongi says, motioning between your bodies. “I hated Halloween because it had bad memories for me. Nothing crazy, but, yeah. You don’t remember?”

“What?” Your mouth drops open. “What should I remember?”

“We kissed that night.” Yoongi begins, eyes shifting down towards the ground. Clearly recalling this is awkward for him. “Halloween, freshman year. Outside of the Castle.”

You don’t remember this at all.

“Well, I kissed you and you kissed me, and I thought that we had established then and there that we liked each other. You know, like, really liked each other. But you were so drunk that night. I don’t know what you had, but you could hardly walk by the time I got you back to your dorm. Your roommate was furious with me.” He shakes his head at the memory, replaying in his mind like a movie. “And I thought, okay, we’ll just talk about this tomorrow. But you must have had a wicked headache or something, because I saw you the next day and you said—”

“God, whatever happened last night, I don’t want to know.”

It’s the middle of the day, the sun high in the crisp November sky, but you have been cradling your forehead ever since Yoongi last dropped you off, back at your dorm, when you were slowly starting to crash.

“What?” His voice is hollow, empty.

“Last night fucked me up real good,” you say with a huff, shaking your head. “I’m glad I don’t remember what happened last night.”

As Yoongi traipses back to square one, his heart shakes in its cage.

“I guess you just didn’t remember,” Yoongi tries to explain, much to your horror as you realize that you and Yoongi have been crushing on each other hopelessly for three years extra without you even realizing it. “So, uh, yeah. That’s why I didn’t like Halloween.”

“You kissed me that night?”

“What?”

“You kissed me that night? Outside of the Castle?”

A tingling on your lips. A faint feeling of warmth. You remember bits of that night. It was cold, and you were freezing in your costume. And you and Yoongi had gone outside to escape the crowd, and he said something, and then you said something, and then he—!

“Yeah.” Yoongi nods. “I did.”

“And I didn’t remember?”

“I mean, you were really drunk.”

Your shoulders sink, the thought of Yoongi, helplessly pining after you for three more years because he thought you didn’t like him like that, because he thought that the love you shared was one-sided, still sticking by your side as your best friend. At the thought of him deciding it was better to be best friends and keep that love hidden than tell you and risk it all over again. At the thought of him accepting what he thought was his fate.

“I’m sorry,” you say. What else is there to tell him? If you had remembered, if you just didn’t say those words, if you had just told him how you felt, this would have all been so much easier.

“It’s okay now,” Yoongi says, expression growing fond as he pulls you in for a hug, sad to see you so gloomy. “You love me and I love you. What more could I want?”

A realization dawns on you.

Pulling apart from him ever so slightly, you quirk an eyebrow. “You know, you could have just kissed me again the next day, and then we wouldn’t have had to deal with all of this. Plus, you would have still liked Halloween.”

Yoongi scoffs, pressing a kiss to your icy cheek. “So what? I like it now, how about that? I fucking love Halloween now. It turned my best friend into my girlfriend. She’s the love of my life. We can celebrate every Halloween together from now on until the end of time.”

You grin, pressing a kiss back on his little button nose, pink from the cold. Finally. “That’s the spirit.”

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the-irken-pony · 2 years

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Headcannons thingy!! Susie and Ellie Rose perhaps<3?

Susie:

Sexuality headcanon: Gray-aroace lesbian

OTP: Noelle, obviously

BroTP: Kris and Lancer, but mostly Kris I think

NoTP: Berdly mostly

First headcanon that pops into my head: Very physically affectionate once she gets to know someone, and a total sucker for chin scritches

One way in which I relate to this character: Chomp chomp

Thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: Don't know that I'd call this second hand embarrassment, but the scene where she makes fun of Berdly always kind of rubbed me the wrong way. Given how she acted prior to that moment (especially in chapter 2) it felt more targeted and personal than Susie's usual "rudeness". At the same time though, I recognize Berdly had it coming since they knew each other for a while prior so I don't know that the criticism is justified.

Cinnamon roll or problematic fav: Sinnamon roll

Ellie:

Sexuality headcanon: Bi and also polyamorous

OTP: Kind of in a weird boat with her. I ship her with Henry and Charles, but only if it's poly triple threat. And also I honestly have no preference between romantic vs platonic triple threat.

BroTP: Triple Threat as I mentioned above, and I'm sure you're well aware of how I feel about Ellie and Reginald as a duo (god these two... these two)

NoTP: Kinda a controversial pick but RHM? I don't really have a good reason for this one so no hate toward anyone who likes this ship, but I don't see it working out between them.

First headcanon that pops into my head: She's not connected to the CCC in any official manner, but she does have a friend who works there; she mentions having "contacts" in Capital Gainz so that's where that idea comes from (tfw you accidentally make a whole oc and didn't realize it until like two days ago)

One way in which I relate to this character: Awkward speech patterns (she tends to speak somewhat slowly and her tone of voice doesn't change much)

Thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: The mispronunciation of Toppat is a personal pet peeve of mine sorry

Cinnamon roll or problematic fav: It's hard to say she's exactly either tbh? Like she's not exactly controversial but she's not innocent either.

#susie deltarune #deltarune #ellie rose #henry stickmin #the henry stickmin collection #thsc #ask #darling-has-a-smol-heart #mine #headcanons #ask game

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here-there-everyfuckenwhere · 2 years

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the umbrella academy for the fandom ask game!

Oh great suggestion!!

Favourite female character: idk how popular this opinion is but honestly my favourite character is Grace. I just feel like she’s so misunderstood, and she’s so much more than “robot mom” or “robot wife”. I loved seeing the human version of her in season 2, and I hope we get more backstory about her and Reginald and why he recreated her as a robot; was he preserving her life? did he loose her somehow and built the robot version as a way of keeping her in his life? What actually lead to him building her? She’s definitely a character I want to see more of in season 3

Favourite male character: KLAUS! ABSOLUTELY! I am a Klaus Hargreaves stan first and a human being second tbh.

Favourite season: season 2 definitely. I feel like season 1 was great, but a lot of it is just explaining and introducing things (obviously, because there is a LOT to this show..) and it often feels a lot slower-paced, whereas season 2 is a lot more eventful. I’m also just a huge fan of the whole “modern people get stuck in some sort of time period that they do NOT belong in” trope.

Favourite episode: this is actually really tough.. probably s02ep07 Oga for Oga. One of my favourite scenes from the entire show is when they’re sitting down to dinner with their father around the table, trying to explain what their powers are. I just feel like it sums up each of the siblings up so perfectly, and we also get to see those Classic Sibling Antics™ (“I heard a rumour you punched yourself in the face :))))))))” ect ect). Also the scene when Luther and Diego are calling Olga Forolga because they are useless himbos is comedic gold 10/10

Favourite cast member: THIS IS LITERALLY SO HARD OML! I mean I absolutely love Elliot Page because he’s just so adorable and wholesome. Robert Sheehan is hilarious and I have pretty much seen every single interview he has ever done because he is so entertaining to me. But, as a diehard (secret) theatre kid and Hamilton fan, I think I'm gonna have to go with Emmy Raver-Lampman because she is an absolute queen and that’s that on that

Favourite ship: KLAUS AND DAVE! They are my absolute OTP I live for these two! I also loved seeing Allison and her husband in season 2, as well as Hazel and Agnes in season 1, but Klaus and Dave will forever and always be my OTP

A character I’d die defending: Hazel!!! Yes I know he is a murderer and he has committed several (hundred) atrocities but have you considered perhaps that I love him?

Character I just can’t sympathise with: The Handler. Ugh. I mean, she’s an extremely compelling villain and I really appreciate the character for that but god she is absolutely evil. She’s always working at some sort of angle, and I really thought that in season 2 she was going to get more of a redemption arc when we learnt that Lila was actually her daughter, but it turns out she was just using her all along as some sort of weapon and I just immediately lost my ability to sympathise with her all together..

A character I grew to love: this might not be a popular opinion, but Luther reeeeally grew on me in season 2. Idk what it was, he was such a pain in the ass in season 1 and I really didn’t like him, but in season 2 he was actually really funny and charming and I totally love the scene where he sees Vanya again for the first time.

My anti OTP: well obviously my least favourite ship in the entire show is Luther/Allison. “bUt ThEy’Re nOt TeChniCaLLy reLAteD!1!!” uhm yes they are? They were literally raised as brother and sister that’s nasty as hell??? So they’re my least favourite, but I also dislike (and, yes, I know im gonna get an insane amount of hate for this but it has to be said) Vanya and Sissy. I just feel like Sissy is an annoying character, and the only reason she even exists is for the “make Vanya gay” fan service. I also get the feeling that she’s sorta manipulative and is sorta using Vanya and taking advantage of her kindness (the whole “you can literally never leave the house I need you to raise my kid for me, random stranger I barely know” thing) but hey that’s just me. People can ship what they want to ship.

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#ray rants and junk #the umbrella academy #tua #gerard way #umbrella academy #netflix #emmy raver lampman #robert sheehan #elliot page #klaus hargreeves #klaus/dave #allison hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #luther hargreeves

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lunannex · 3 years

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Allison Hargreeves Fic Rec List

I love Allison dearly so I figured I'd share some of my favorite Allison-centric fics to spread a little more love for her!

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Seven Pounds Eight Ounces Healthy Beautiful Perfect by sunriseseance

Allison wanders more, not ready for the sleep to end, and takes in the breadth of nothing in which she’s draped her house. The fad of void that reflects her heart completely, or else does not at all, and to such a frightening degree she can hardly think it. What if Claire hates it here? What if Claire hates it everywhere? What if Claire has powers and Allison was right, always right to not want kids? What if the nightmares are premonitions and Reginald comes into the dark empty house and rends the child from her breast and talks about finally having a useful seventh and there’s still milk on Claire’s little lip and Allison can’t do anything can’t even breathe and the worst part is that maybe Claire is better off because at least Reginald can do something other than ache.

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An exploration of Allison, trauma, and motherhood.

Happy In That Moment by sunriseseance

She did cry a little bit when she looked out at her family’s section and saw four empty seats instead of the planned three. She did add Ben’s rose, and then Five’s rose, to her bouquet to be pressed later. It was tradition, she heard, to place roses on the seats of deceased family. Save a place for them. She didn’t bother to look into what happened after. Should she have thrown the flowers away? Vanya’s chair sat empty, asking her if she had ever made a good choice in her life. She couldn’t answer.

Karma, Leave These Kids Alone by sunriseseance

Klaus is right, because he usually is. Their childhood was worth fearing. But it wasn’t all bad, she thinks, and some guilt pangs her. I wouldn’t wish this on us, but I’m glad I got him out of it. I’m glad Claire is safe.

She holds out her hand for him, and he takes it.

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A meditation on Allison and her traumas, guilts, fears, and loves. Centered around her and Klaus, their love for one another, and how that changes her love and fear for Claire.

Smoke and Mirrors by stilitana

She’d find the right string of words someday, the magic words that would conjure the long-dead childhood pet rabbit back out of the hat, whole and healthy, and everyone would scream with joy when they saw that everything was saved, because she had seen that it was good and should be so.

A vignette-style exploration of some scenes from Allison's life, pre-season one.

ode to queen mab by GiuGiu

Raymond stares at her in horror as she tells the man “More, more, more, more, more.”

But she wants to burn this man. This awful bigoted monster. He burned her first, it’s only fair.

When Ray pulls her away she realizes she did it again.

She lost control.

A deeper look into Allison's power with some added elements.

Helpline by Gin_Juice

“What?” Diego’s flat voice greeted her.

“Oh, is that how we’re answering the phone now? Good morning to you, too.”

He grunted. “I’m heading out to work and I’m writing a note that you called as we speak. So unless you have something important to tell me, I’m hanging up.”

Wow, he was a regular ray of sunshine today, wasn’t he? Allison sat down sideways in one of the high stools at the kitchen island.

“Everything okay? Because I expect Five to threaten to hang up on me in the first ten seconds of a call, but you usually make it little further than this.”

Her own problems could wait a few minutes—God knew they weren’t going anywhere.

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It's hard, sometimes, being out in Los Angeles by herself, but Allison's siblings and all of their issues are only a phone call away.

Echoes by chiiyo86

On the night of November 15, 1963, Allison finds Five passed out in the back alley where she landed two years ago. Together they set out to try and find their siblings, but the task turns out to be more complicated than they imagined...

Terrible Waffles by neuronary

On their wedding night, Ray wraps his arms around her, presses his lips to her forehead, and turns off the lights with a yawn. Allison’s stomach twists, first in confusion, then further anxiety. She doesn’t know what’s going on and she doesn’t know who to ask and it scares her.

They don’t talk about it. Until they do.

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Allison Hargreeves is asexual. She doesn't know there's a word for it, but that doesn't matter so much with Ray.

Fool's Gold by kneworder

What do you do when your sister destroys your world?

You rebuild. You get out the scotch tape and the lies and the dazzling smiles and you make yourself a new castle even bigger than before.

Allison, and the fallout of the bomb that was Vanya's book.

#hoping to find the time to re-read these soon so i can leave the authors some nice comments #it's what they deserve <3 #echoes is allison AND five centric btw! just thought y'all should know #i took a break from writing an allison fic of my own to compile these lol (and it took me forever but it was so worth it)#fic recs #allison hargreeves #tua #the umbrella academy #my queen #luna talks

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majorsoapfan · 3 years

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TUA Season 3 AU Fic

This is an fic idea for an AU from the end of season 2 onwards where Ben survived and travelled back with the rest of the umbrellas to the new Sparrow-infested 2019. Because there was so much potential there for an amazing fic:

Ben going ballistic at the mere appearance of his Sparrow self. Seriously he'd hate the guy. Of course Umbrella!Ben's antics and threats towards his alternate self means that Klaus is struggling to keep a straight face during their first meeting.

Oh, who am I kidding, Klaus is rolling on the ground laughing thanks to Umbrella!Ben trying (and failing) to strangle his alternate self.

And despite his brothers pleas Klaus refuses to give away that their Ben is present, going as far as to stop the rest of their siblings from mentioning his ghostly presence to Reginald.

Because, despite Klaus' appearance and most people's general in-universe assumptions of him being an idiot, the guy lived for more than ten years on the streets and for nearly a year in a war zone. You don't achieve that without being somewhat sneaky and he does have a manipulative streak to him as well. He also knows when to keep an ace up his sleeve. It's not a strategy he uses often, his personality isn’t the kind for it, but he knows now that he has too.

Reginald not knowing Ben is there as a ghost gives the Umbrellas a massive advantage against the Sparrows as Klaus is forced to explain to a very upset Ben and his confused siblings later. Because Reginald is aware of the living Umbrellas and their talents, but he was never aware of the seventh member hanging around as a ghost. Ergo, they have the perfect spy.

So Umbrella Ben goes back to the Academy and studies the Sparrows religiously. Gets to know the Sparrows as people, what makes them tick, how they fight, any weaknesses.

What nearly everyone forgets about Ben is that he's not some soft, innocent flower who never did anything wrong. Ben liked doing reckless stunts (he enjoyed the ice cream van stunt), and he could be insensitive, and kinda callous when trying to achieve a goal as well. But he is also very loyal to his family. And the Sparrows are a genuine threat to them. Probably the biggest.

For the first time possibly ever, Ben can do more to protect them than simply unleash the Horror which he hated doing and offering advice that often got ignored. He is the biggest factor that is keeping his family safe, he is their main shield by gathering information.

Of course the Sparrows have no clue just how the Umbrella's are dodging them and figuring out their plans. They've been trained their whole lives to take them down, but the opposite is happening here.

This of course would lead to infighting and suspicions as they all start to turn on each other.

But the Umbrella's are also being the Umbrella's, just because they have an advantage here doesn't mean that they aren't fucking things up for themselves, they are at times after all, their own worst enemies.

Five of course would be trying to figure out a way back to their 2019, possibly involving the Commission. Diego tags along because he's trying to find Lila. (I’m not a fan of the relationship, although I do enjoy Lila’s character, but personally I do think Diego needs some closure from the relationship)

I do see Luther and Sloane forming a cute relationship as unlike the rest of his siblings Luther would understand the Sparrows in a way his own siblings don’t as he gets the loyalty that makes you stay with Reginald even if that's not all you want out of life. (You can't tell me that all Luther wanted with his life was to stay at the Academy. The guy must have had a dream for himself once.) Whereas for Sloane, Luther's proof that it is possible for her to strike out on her own, even with nothing and build a life free of the Academy.

I do see Allison taking the lead here as unlike the others who either don't really have anyone in their timeline (Klaus, Vanya, Five) or if they had, they may already be dead, but Allison has Claire's existence at stake here and you bet that she's going to fight tooth and nail for her baby.

And maybe the Umbrella’s learning to work as a team for the first time in years. Because if they want to get home, then they’re going to have to learn to work as a team properly and trust each other.

Of course it’s not easy. Now the initial joy they had in season two that everyone is alive and safe, they still have to address the issues they have with one another. Unfortunately they don’t just disappear.

Things that should get mentioned: Vanya’s book (still kinda pissed that that was just brushed under the rug), Luther’s past treatment of his siblings (locking Vanya up, choking Klaus, threatening to drop Delores from a height), Klaus and Ben’s issues (they’ll need multiple chapters just for that), not noticing Klaus was kidnapped/tortured/killed, to name but a few.

Of course not everything is solved and hunky-dorey, there’s still massive trauma and decades of bitterness and repressed feelings but they’re exposed and have started to treat the wound properly instead of ignoring it and letting it fester.

I’m picturing a Luther/Sloane dancing scene now like Luther and Allison’s in the Day That Wasn’t (until I looked up Sloane’s actress and found out that she’s the same height as Emmy, I was picturing her to be slightly smaller. Slightly disappointed by that.)

Maybe then the Sparrows find out about her connection with the Umbrella’s and turn on her, thinking her to be the traitor?

I’m drawing a blank as to what happens after that, but for the big showdown, I’m picturing Klaus finally making Ben corpeal and the Sparrows seeing their brother/themselves as a ghost before Umbrella Ben . . . just completely knocks Sparrow Ben out with one good sucker-punch. (Maybe yelling ‘I’m the Alpha here!’ or something similar?)

Ben absolutely kicks his Sparrow counter-part while he’s down too. Hard. Whether it’s his ribs or his balls it’s up to your imagination.

Well that’s all I have. Can’t believe that something that was originally intended to be a small post spawned into this, but I don’t care. If anyone wants to use this idea or even bits of it go right ahead, God knows if it was up to me to complete this won’t be written until season 10.

#the umbrella academy #tua #ben hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #allison hargreeves #number five #five hargreeves #the sparrow academy #marcus hargreeves #fei hargreeves #sloane hargreeves #alphonso hargreeves #jayme hargreeves #christopher the cube #reginald hargreeves

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harrypotter-imaginess · 4 years

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Part 1 Here!

A/N: I’ve been writing this since March, and finally wrapped it up. Slightly NSFW, and apartment scene is inspired by Lore Olympus by Rachel S.

- You’ve been dating for 2 or 3 months.

- You do it basically every chance you get

- You moan as he pushes you up against the wall, trailing kisses down your neck, sucking at your collarbone

- “Dra-Draco please” you mumble into his shoulder

- “When do you have to be back at work?” He asks between kisses, piercing grey eyes peering into yours

- He never seems to lose his composure, not even during sex

- Which of course only makes you more flustered

- The first time, it had been fairly dark

- But over the past few months you’ve been with him so often you’ve got a very good idea of what his body looks like

- Toned arms, a firm outline on his abs, pale skin blooming with the hickeys you’ve left

- Not to even get started on that face

- No wonder you couldn’t keep your hands off of him

- He bites your collarbone and you yelp, only to be met with a raised eyebrow in return

- You feel your face grow hot, you were so busy admiring him, you forgot to answer his question

- “H-half an hour I think” you mumble.

- He frowns, that’s not as much time as he’d like

- “I guess you’re going to be late” he mumbles against your skin, his hand making quick work of your blouse

- You’ve got this glow, and everyone has noticed

- “Hey! Took a long lunch today?”

- You feel your face growing warm, your hand moving over the new hickey forming on your neck

- “Just lost track of time” you say with a laugh

- You haven’t told anyone at work about you and Draco because of his popularity in your office

- “Hey (Y/N)! Come over and look! The hot guys walking by our office again!”

- Draco’s got a scowl on his face, thin, pale eyebrows practically pressed together. His eyes hold a fierce glare.

- God, you haven’t seen that expression on him in months

- You had completely forgotten that you both hated each other at first

- You catch a glimpse of his soft, pale hair, falling against his eyes. A gloved hand moves to push it aside.

- A hand that had been somewhere rather intimate only a handful of minutes ago.

- Draco’s never been happier in his entire life

- Even his employees have noticed

- “Is it just me, or does Mr. Malfoy seem more chill than usual?”

- “Yesterday That part timer, Natalia, spilled coffee all over his coat. He didn’t even blink, just said ‘these things happen’, usually he’d sack her on the spot!”

- “Maybe he finally got laid”

- They both laugh at that, while Reginald is practically sweating buckets at his desk behind them

- Little do they know they’re spot on.

- Ever since Draco started seeing you, he’s constantly come to Reginald for advice on “navigating the muggle world”

- “The traps of the muggle world are terrifying” Draco had said with a shiver. “Y’know she wanted me to use one of these?”

- Draco pulls out a condom

- “I mean what even is this? A sweet? It tastes just like plastic”

- Reginald’s not sure what’s more embarrassing, that his boss tried to eat a condom, or that he had to spend an hour and half explaining what a condom was to him, and how to use one.

- “So you can shag as much as you want with these, and nothing happens?” Draco says with a face of sheer amazement.

- Reginald has to remind himself to be empathetic. He’s lucky his parents are muggles, and generally very open minded.

- It’s not surprising Draco doesn’t know anything. The wizard world’s typical propaganda encourages procreation to increase the wizard population.

- The truly desperate can drink a potion or cast a charm, but Reginald’s sure something of that sort is never discussed in pureblood familys.

- ��Muggles are pretty brilliant aren’t they?” Draco’s staring at the small plastic square in his palm, with true wonder.

- Reginald can’t help but smile, he looks like a kid that just discovered sweets

- “They are”

- Draco’s feeling pretty good, he’s got your favorite take out in one hand, flowers in the other, and a smile on his face

- He’s got someone he loves, he knows what condoms are, he’s on top of the world

- “Draco, how come I’ve never been to your place?”

- Happiness is fleeting, and reality is a lie

- He’s just set down the take out on your dining table, watching you sitting on the edge of the sofa

- You’re only a few feet away from him, but you feel an ocean away

- Well, he can hardly tell you that he still lives with his parents and that they despise Muggles and would probably curse you before you could even make a sound

- His mouth opens, brain scrambling to find an excuse

- He’s going to go with “he lives at his parents estate” when he actually looks at you

- You’re not looking to him, waiting for an explanation. You’re looking at your hands, eyebrows creased together and teeth nibbling into the flesh of your lip.

- He places a hand under your chin, nudging your face to look up at him.

- “Is that really what you’re worried about?”

- It’s not

- You were too much of a coward, and chickened out asking him your initial question

- You hadn’t thought of it before today, when all the women in your office crowded around the window to look at him

- He must have women throwing themselves at his feet

- You were together so often, you doubted he had the time to have anyone else.

- But you never had dates at his place, always yours

- In fact, you had never visited his place

- He could have an entirely different life than what you imagined, and this relationship, the blossoming feelings inside of you could just be in your head.

- Well, you’re only half right. Draco does have a whole other life, but not like you think

- “It’s just- what are we?” Biting on your lip, mustering up every ounce of courage you have you add “...are we dating?”

- Or are you both just f*cking

- He’s taken aback that this is what you want to ask, and honestly he’s a bit annoyed

- In his mind he’s already given up so many things to be here with you now

- His pride, his family, his heritage, he’s even ready to give up magic if it comes to it

- It’s all so obvious to him, that he doesn’t realize it’s all in his mind, he hasn’t conveyed any of this to you

- A softer expression moves across his face, as he takes you in, your gaze lingering on your hands.

- Of course you’re confused

- He kneels beside you on the ground, his fingers wrapping around your hand

- “Of course we’re dating, you’re my (girlfriend/boyfriend), my lover, my significant other, my partner” each title is pronounced by a soft kiss on your knuckles. He peers up at you through his eyelashes, taking in your flushed face

- You’re his entire future

- “How do you feel about me?” He asks, his breath held in his throat as he watches you carefully

- He’s only now realizing that much of your relationship has existed in his mind

- The thought that perhaps you don’t see your relationship as anything long term only occurs after the words leave his mouth.

- You’re flushed hiding your face in your large sweater

- It’s hard for you to be honest with your wants and needs, especially in relationships

- “I want you to be my boyfriend” you mumble, and he squeezes your hand

- The words take courage you didn’t know you had, but Draco’s grin is worth it.

- He places kisses on your hand, then your face, and finally your lips. You feel his smile, and can’t help but smile as well.

- Then his kisses trail to your neck

- “Draco... the food will get cold...” you murmur, but your hand creeps under his shirt.

- “It’s fine,” he mumbles against your neck. “Gives me an excuse to invite you to my place for a proper meal next time”

- Cue to the next day, with Draco sitting across from his mother in their home. She’s flipping through a book with her wand.

- “I want a flat!” He practically shrieks out, Narcissa doesn’t even look up

- “To own, or rent?”

- Crap. He didn’t think this far ahead, he didn’t really think the words would actually come out. But he promised you a date at his place, and he can’t exactly bring you to the manor now can he?

- Besides, possible hexes and curses aside, his parents being here would definitely kill the mood

- “Rent, I guess. It’s just hard commuting to the office from home.”

- He half expects his mother to tell him to quit then, not like he needs the salary anyway. They have plenty of money.

- But instead, she says:

- “Fine, I’ll tell your father to contact our real estate connection.”

- Draco lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, about ready to walk away, his mother looks up from her book for the first time

- “And Draco,” He meets her gaze, stopping midway from exiting “do bring them home sometime.”

- He’s attempting to play dumb when his mother adds

- “And make sure to cover up the marks on your neck before you see your Father. You know how he is.”

- Draco just nods, feeling the heat creep into his face.

- Apartment hunting is surprisingly stressful. Partially because of how little he understands the muggle world.

- “This is the electrical closet, it stays locked.”

- Muggles. Don’t they realize he can just use a quick ‘alohomora’ to open it.

- When the realtor isn’t looking, he opens it, takes in the air conditioning unit and the wires, and promptly closes it again

- The muggle world is truly terrifying

- He ends up choosing a flat a few streets away from yours, in a posh upscale building. Naturally he lives in the penthouse.

- He considered moving into the same building, but decides against it

- He has to remind himself that even though he plans on marrying you, he has to play it cool.

- From your perspective you’re a new couple that’s still falling in love

- He hates his apartment, he doesn’t understand how anything works, he has to cook all his meals himself, and he didn’t realize how much cleaning went into living without servants

- He has a newfound respect for house elves as he scrubs pasta sauce off of the ceiling

- In addition, none of the appliances in this place are enchanted, which means he has to actually use his hands to turn on the water or open the refrigerator

- He hates it

- “Wow, I considered this building too, but it was pretty expensive” you say as he helps you out of your coat

- You wonder if the reason he never invited you over was because he was trying to hide the fact that he came from money

- Not like it was a secret, what with the clothes and the restaurants he took you to, he was either rich or close to bankruptcy

- Draco’s just hoping you haven’t figured out he only moved in a week ago

- Thankfully the red sauce stains on the ceiling and Draco’s inability to clean very well thoroughly mislead you into believing this is a well lived in apartment

- Your eyes twinkle as you take in the incredible view from the large panel window in his living room

- “The views absolutely bewitching” you murmur with a smile, enchanted as you gaze at the twinkling lights of London

- He watches you, watching the lights. You look like you’re almost glowing, your form wrapped by the scenery

- “You’re the one that’s bewitching” he murmurs, watching your grin

- Well he can manage for a bit longer

#harry potter imagine #harry potter preferences #draco malfoy imagines #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy headcanons #draco malfoy imagine #harry potter headcanon #harry potter x reader #draco malfoy reader insert #draco malfoy x Muggle reader #draco malfoy x you

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tua-hottakes · 3 years

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the only ranking-the-siblings post

1. Diego - to quote Helena Paparizou, "you are the one, you're my number 1" (the whole song is just my love letter to him tbh) this is rigged hes just the hottest and that gives him the most points. Irrefutably bisexual, the s1->s2 transformation from baby boi to daddy is honestly all the character development a show needs. Be honest is there ever a scene with him thats not the best scene youve ever seen? Ofc not, he's a gift wrapped in leather straps and knives

2. Vanya - god tier character, too sexy, certified bad bitch. You can fit so many issues in this lil bean (and so much dicourse too: is she evil? is she a lesbian? is she trans? probably not, but lets argue about it!!!) Bro she was ready to throw hands with Five and wouldve whooped his ass too, if she hadnt remembered hes like 12. She saw reginald and within 10 minutes of knowing him decided to throw smashed fruit at his face! "Oops" - A LEGEND. Also I stole her syle

3. Klaus - if you look up "gay af" you will probably see a picture of him. Everything he does is iconic and the peak of fashion and thats that. They nerfed him because otherwise there'd be no point in having any of the others around tbh, hed stop the apocalypse with the power of the rainbow, friendship, and being an actual decent human being.

4. Five - can't believe hes so far down, let's be honest, we're all obsessed with him, for one reason or another, the morality of which is questionable, but not as questionable as Five's own morality, holy shit this dude is sad, bad, and definitely mad. Both in the cute pathetic way that makes you wanna cuddle lonley fictional men to death and in the "is the protagonist of this show the real villian?" way. Love to see it and dive into the psychology of the bastard man. To Five, the joker is just a clown.

5. Luther - Everyone loves to hate him, but i hate that i love him. Easily the funniest character on the show. Doesn't matter if you like or dislike him, the funniest bits of s1 were all thanks to his this ridiculous himbo. Winner of the pathetic fictional man award, actually (Five came in 2nd place), but nobody wants to give him cuddles. Its like with those disabled dogs posts that people use for sympathy points, they take care of any ol broken animal, unless its too broken and not cute enough. Luther is the dog that wasnt cute enough for a heartwarming facebook post ;-;

6. Allison - Manipulative, patronising, and known to completely disregard people's free will, using her powers to get whatever she wants. Which I LOVE and would classify as baddest bitch behaviour, moving her to 2nd place here, had we actually seen her do any of it. Instead we are just told what went down and she spends two seasons being really sowwy and whiny about it. Not very girlboss of her at all.

7. Ben - Literally dead to me. So much to say, so much to do, well ya had your chance, pal. Next time try not getting killed, how bout that, maybe id care more. Im the one who only observes and makes snarky comments, being unable to do shit about fuck, and this town aint big enough for the two of us.

#tua #the umbrella academy #diego hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #luther hargreeves #tua shitpost #tua hot takes #this is the most pointless think ive ever done #but i made myself laugh and maybe you can too #pls don't take fictional characters too seriously #it doesnt matter which one you love more than another they dont care they arent real

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