just a lil' headcanon i got that i thought would be fun!
𖦹 the feeling didn't crash into Walters stomach, no, it came like everything did, slow, like a plan twisting into a origami dove.
𖦹 trying to charm Dennis with his drag ensemble failed, but charming himself was...an unexpected part of it.
𖦹 he used one of the pieces again, sneakily, in the school bathroom. Over pristine jeans, the skirt.
𖦹 Dennis gently teased, pried. "having too much fun being someone else, fangirl?" and yet, all Walter did was weakly glare with an...odd fondness to the nickname. he then paused, spoke to a friend at lunch.
𖦹 He asked his group to keep an eye out, curious, "just to make sure h- ...Waltz doesn't try anything mischevious. Good to be sure, right?"
𖦹 They agreed, Peter even complimented the outfit, knowing. "It was pretty neat. Maybe I can ask where they got it later."
𖦹 They heard, grabbing their books, Waltz froze. That name felt... good, sounded closer. Warmer. Maybe in the face. They picked up the pace.
𖦹 They ate alone again, but the other bench had them there, Waltz sassed and got the treatment right back without hesitation. No mention of the skirt around them like a bandage to a bleeding wound.
𖦹 The next day, Waltz got a giggle, a whisper, maybe a glare too pointed. It stung more than a failed plan, a papercut. They sat in the bathroom while eating, skirt taken off and tucked underneath like a napkin.
𖦹 The bandaid still came, with a quiet respect that couldn't be named.
"There's the rival of the month," Dennis snickered, "Isn't it against the rules to hide here? ...Gotta admit though, did it more than you can probably count on my hands. Can I guess we're even?"
Walter stumbled, scrambled to put away their puffy face and skirt. "Hey, don't you even think about daring to! I will never be like you, and that's not fair! you're the one with the menace moniker."
"True, true...But is this menace allowed a seat at this totally unrefined spot?"
"..."
He'll take that as a 'yes'. Dennis planted himself under the sinks, placing his lunch slop on the floor, which got a disgusted wince from the... the...Hmm.
"Hey, 's fangirl actually the right word? I talked to Pie and they said it's easiest to ask." He asked casually, picking at the hardly warmed bread on his tray watching amused as Waltz tried to rearrange their vocab away from that of a nervous frog.
"I'm not that girl that praised the dirt under your soles, you a-amnesiac! Did you forget you blew my cover awhile ago? That I'm not..." She blurted, defenses already raised and poised to attack, but something somber stirs from that wrath, something that won't make eye contact.
"Yes, I know you're not a fan of me and that you even like me. But the rest? No, I don't." He banters back, it's easier than usual to win...Too easy, he can't have that, gotta solve this before going back to tomfoolery.
"..." Another bout of silence, geez, can someone be any more out of character?
"Neither do I." There we go— Wait, what?
"Huh?" His brows raised, that was new. Huh. He didn't like that defeat, and he really doesn't like that sadness. Maybe he does actually see Waltz as a friend. Maybe it's just his dashing kindness, but he doesn't care to dig into it right now.
"I...I don't know what he wants me to say, I don't know what the world wants me to say, but...I don't know. It felt so good letting out my anger earlier through...All of you," Waltz said, cautiously, picking at loose skin between nails. "—Being her felt so good back then. I don't know why I'm so upset and tired now that she's gone. She isn't real."
"...But she is. That's you." Dennis eyes soften, carefully placing one of his chocolate-coated oranges on her plate. "You're still a girl, one that's pissy and annoying, yeah, but you're as much as a girl as Rubi and JJ...You can't ask me who you are, but you can ask us to help yourself answer." He finishes for her, passively, almost as easy as tying someones shoes together. He has practice for the latter. Surely he can get some for this.
"JJ can get you motivated again to plot dastardly schemes against us, and Pie can get you— ...Are you...Crying?"
She exhales deeply in her palms, trying to rid the world of oxygen under the ocean of foggy and large tears. "It's this stupid, dusty bathroom...!"
Grinning, Dennis gestures them both to get up.
"Let's clean your skirt, shall we? Rubi got this machine fresh out the oven that'll get those stains off in no time!"
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I don’t think I’m actually going to ever recover from this I was so attached to that little wooden horse 😭💔💔 I had to pause my reading of CH 8 to mourn him properly 🤧💔
Brb I’m going to go write fanfiction of DHTN where I make Henry die of a horrible plague to comfort myself 😤
I’ve been wanting to dive into the DHTN drabbles, but I’m scared about spoiling anything from the main story I haven’t gotten to yet 🫣✨ Which ones do you recommend I start off with? 👀
(Also you have inspired me to change the character of one of my AU wips to Jake so thank you 😌💖)
MY POWER.
Mel!! You have no idea how happy that makes me!! 😭 which story is it??
Also
You made me realize that my drabbles were NOT in chronological so I went ahead and fixed that.
You should be good to follow along with what I haven’t marked out!
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okOK I'm reading don't hang'em till noon and I'm obsessed with them??? The bit where he sorts out the hay for her???? Swooning rn (but as the resident horse girl, any guy tried that on me they'd be kicked in the balls lmao)
You know what, Viv? That’s so incredibly valid. I’m sure Scout felt the same way (or she would if it wasn’t Jake Seresin she was dealing with)
Can’t wait to hear the rest of your thoughts on my baby!!
