y'all getting a whole ass series of these at this point
Aight it's been a LONG WHILE since Ben has been mentioned in TPP, so when I tell you I REALLY wasn't expecting this one :')
(yes I am relating this line to Nureyev bc everything is plot foil plot foil plot foil)
When Nureyev (Glass) finds out about Juno's brother being dead, he eventually apologizes in a moment of calm for asking about Juno's past. In which Juno offers up information that their mother, in fact, killed Ben... and this is what he says about that info:
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Nureyev (Glass): "I'm... so sorry, Juno."
Juno: "I'm not telling you so you'll be sorry. I'm telling you that, so you won't ask me anymore goddamn questions about it. Just— drop it, alright? It's done. It's over."
Nureyev (Glass): "...of course! If that's what you'd like."
Having this mirrored with the s5 phrase of them ending their relationship together (yeah y'all know the one)
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Nureyev: "I do not want to see you anymore, Juno."
Juno: "...what?!"
Nureyev: "You said it would just take those words to excise you from my life entirely, didn't you? Well, I've said them. I have no interest in seeing you any longer. None. I am done. We are finished. Do you understand me?"
Juno: "...yeah, I— get you... So, I guess I'll just go now."
Just something about how finale these two moments are in which both Nureyev and Juno are pushing back this great loss as if it isn't destroying them inside, just once again them acting SO SIMILARLY without realizing. And also how both immediately agree to the other's terms. Even if Juno is aching to process Ben's death, even if Nureyev is aching to keep Juno by his side. They both back off from the other.
In fact, it isn't until Nureyev backtracks when Juno tries to leave that Juno starts to question how much Nureyev really meant it. Juno assigned the conditions, yes, but he does know Nureyev. Enough to know that he'd played this game before, especially in protection of someone.
And whether it be with Ben and the mental fuckup of whatever the heck s2's The Monster's Reflection or with Nureyev and his fear of being understood/loved, Juno knows that sometimes, your business with someone just isn't over yet.
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Them Brooklyn Boys Is Big Pt.4
I had no intention of writing this at 12 o clock at night, but my friend is gonna read the series and I left yall on kind of a cliffhanger so I mustered up the last shred of human decency to write this. Love you all, Another reminder that once that clock strikes 12 am, I am not mentally stable, don't hold mentally stable me (if she exists) accountable for whatever I write. <3333
TW: same as the others, violence and maybe language? Idk I write these before I write the actual story so if there's not violence or bad language then sorry?
please don't read on if you haven't read the rest of the series, I will post a post with all the links in one post and pin it so they aren't hard to find because I fully intend this to be a 5-7 part series
I warned you....
Spot was starting to lose hope. It had felt like hours in that concrete room, and he was in more pain than he was letting on. Luckily Davey still wasn't hurt besides the bruises on his head from getting knocked out.
"We're not gonna get out of here," Spot said, slumping against the concrete wall, blood crusted over the side of his face. Spot knew the chances of his wounds getting infected were high, they were in a mold covered basement after all.
"If they don't find us in time, I might not make it-" Spot started, but was abruptly interrupted.
"Spot, stay positive," Davey reassured. Easy for him to say, he wasn't cut open and bruised.
"I'm just saying, if you make it out of here, and I don't, Tell Race he was my last dying thought, and tell Hotshot to take care of the little ones. They need more help selling papes. If he's gonna lead-"
"Spot! We're gonna make it out alive!" Davey shouted.
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"Hold up, did you hear that?" race asked as he stopped Jack with his arm. They had been searching the city up and down for three hours. It was fully dark out, and they were losing hope.
"It sounded like-" Jack started, but was cut off by Race running over to the source of the sound. An old, wooden door. "Race, I doubt they could be in there. that door probably hasn't been opened since 1870 something," Jack added. He knew Race was not mentally stable right now. His best friend was probably about to lose it, and there was nothing Jack could do but watch.
Race rammed his shoulder into the door in attempts to open it, but no luck.
He rammed again.
and again.
until finally,
whoosh
Race fell swiftly down three wooden steps, and fell onto concrete.
"Shit," he muttered as he got up to dust himself off. he looked up, and nothing could have prepared him for the sight. The sight of his boyfriend on the brink of death.
did you guys like it? I'll tag part five down below when I write it, which should be tonight. I shouldn't be trusted with my laptop at night bc this shit wild I should probably sleep but even I need to see what happens next. Holy shit send red bull pleaseee <333333
pt. 5 T.B.B.I.B. and I will make a sixth one too just not tonight
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