#dewey2

[tetrisfag]

hey is anyone else crying so hard theyre throwing up

[dubious-writing]

🖤 For whoever you're feeling.

🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation

This was too much power to give me anon. Sorry it took so long. Also I really hope you’re an hrpf fan because that’s what I wrote. If you wanted a pairing from a different fandom, message me again!

But until then: have 1,071 words of Dewvorce

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

They were supposed to have more time. As much as they could get their hands on, which they assumed would be plenty, would be enough.

Turns out it was nothing at all.

It was probably stupid of him, but he’d held out hope until the very end. Ignoring all the rumors and the questions from reporters and the looks from their teammates they think he didn’t notice full of a pity that was too early to acknowledge. Ignoring the extra large carry-on containing too many clothes for just a quick back-to-back trip. Ignoring the steely resolve in Brandon’s face hiding away the pain just behind it, the set of his eyebrows betrayed by the clench of his jaw. Call it stupidity, call it ignorance, call it naivety.

Call it whatever you like; if nothing else, the hope had been there until the very end, through everything. If nothing else, that bravery is something to be proud of.

Their time together had seemed endless, a long sprawling trail, untouched, built only for their feet to walk on, a red carpet rolled out into the future just for them. Now, their time together can be counted in only minutes, the seconds ticking by one by one in the ticking of the wall clock in this barren hotel lobby.

Connor knows the rest of the guys have already said their goodbyes, their well wishes, clapped Brandon on the back preemptively and promised to keep in touch. They’ve been doing it all week where they think he hasn’t been able to see, where they think he wasn’t watching. They should’ve known it was all in vain; where Brandon goes, his eyes follow.

So they’re alone, here, in this nondescript lobby, not another soul in sight. Even the receptionists at the front desk could sense what a private moment this was and made themselves busy in some back room. The only sounds are the ticking of the clock, the shift of Brandon's palm on the handle of his bag, the slight sniffle in Connor’s nose as he tries desperately to keep his emotions in check. It feels like his heart is being cleaved out of his chest, bits of broken bone and pieces of flesh spilling onto the tiled floor beneath them.

Finally, after an eternity and instant, after not nearly enough time at all, Brandon shifts his weight between the balls of his feet. He takes one tiny step back, raises his hand to rub at the back of his neck, tightens the grip on his suitcase. The Wild green sands of their hourglass have run out.

“Dewey, I gotta…”

And Connor knows. He knows. This isn’t something he can stop, this isn’t a game he can throw his body into trying to get the win for the boys. This was a loss he looked straight in the eyes and never saw coming. There have been a lot of those this season.

The worst part, he thinks, is that he really did think they had all the time in the world. And if you have all that time, what’s the rush in voicing things already known and understood, when you know you’ll have another chance at it later?

There are no more chances.

“Brandon, you– I…”

“It’s okay,” and Connor didn’t think his heart could break anymore, but looking at Brandon’s smile, the edges trembling and cracking, he thinks it may have been kinder to just stomp the fleshy pulp of it into the floor. “I know.”

He has always known, hasn’t he, all these years? 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

And that’s right, he will. Brandon was traded to the Avs, and the team was gonna be in Colorado tomorrow night anyways. Funny, how these things tend to happen.

Connor can’t bring himself to say anything, let alone a goodbye that would only feel inadequate, so he can only nod once, jerky, because he’s holding onto himself too tightly for it to look natural. Brandon’s jaw clenches again, the muscles in his cheek bulging with it, and nods back. He turns around, pulling his luggage behind him, the clack of the wheels hitting the seams between tiles echoing between them.

But… no. No, that can’t be it. An entire future, barely even started, still a fledgling little thing, weak and without its eyes open, smothered in its crib. Snuffed out in a matter of seconds with no effort at all.

And Connor knows he’s being a little dramatic here, that he will see Brandon again, that they will keep in touch, that neither of them are actually fucking dying (even if it feels like it, a little - a lot). But he can’t let that be it. It’s not fucking fair, and he can’t let that be it.

“Wait– Brandon!”

Brandon turns around too quickly to hide the wetness in his eyes, but it doesn’t matter because Connor’s are no better, and then it really doesn’t matter at all because both their eyes are closed.

As far as first kisses go, it’s fucking shit. Connor’s aim was off center, Brandon stumbling half a step back with the weight of a body crashing into his. Their noses knock and their teeth smash together beneath their lips. It tastes like blood and ash and despair, heartbreak and the death of the life they could’ve had if only they were able to get their shit together. But it’s also a kiss with Brandon - the only one he may ever have - so it has to be good enough.

Kissing your best friend, the guy you think you’ve been in love with for years, as emotionally stunted as you both are, right before he has to board a plane that will take him hundreds of miles away from you for what feels like forever, is not a good idea. As awful and terrible as the world is right now, it would probably have been more bearable if he’d never known what it was like to actually kiss Brandon, if he’d been left to wonder for the rest of his life.

But as Brandon’s bag clatters to the floor, as a hand worms itself underneath the hem of Connor’s jacket, as the other cups his jaw to tilt his head into a better angle, as the kiss softens into something less like anger and more like tenderness, he can’t bring himself to regret it.

[highdefinitions]

it’s actually really funny to me that in every photo of connor dewar and brandon duhaime you can absolutely tell which one is from florida and which one is from manitoba

[tetrisfag]

try not to put your head through drywall challenge.

[tetrisfag]

according to my calculations it was half of a middle finger

[tetrisfag]

When both deweys were on Minnesota they were dubbed big Dewey (dewar) and small Dewey (duhaime) which in my head counts as dewey 1 and 2. Youre right youre rightttt

Thank you fellow dewologist… I had forgotten if they were categorized by amount or magnitude 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[bubblsu]

For the first time ever, Bubbles wasn’t visiting Morty’s and Ferdie’s place to see her boyfriend. Seeing Morty's face was a huge plus, of course, but she actually decided to stop by because she heard from Morty that Dewey was moving in with him and his brother. It was no secret that things were pretty tense between Dewey and his family lately thanks to a certain bombing that occurred at Hotel Transylvania with him, Louie and Webby being caught within the crossfire. But seeing how some time had already passed from that incident, the blonde thought that Dewey and his family were working things out. However, after even more drama happening at the Halloween Ball, it seemed like whatever progress her friend has been trying to make was now at a standstill. Bubbles herself couldn’t say she knew what happened at the ball, that night she had been so focused on Morty, everything and everyone else became irrelevant to her. But days later, it seemed like her boyfriend got the gossip from their friend and of how Dewey got himself in a fight with Tiffany’s (ex?)boyfriend at the ball, causing the two of them to be thrown out, and how he even got into another argument with his uncle and Huey right after, and now it seemed like Dewey decided it was time for him to move out of the McDuck Manor. And of course, Morty with his big heart, offered for Dewey to move in with him, and Dewey accepted it.

Making her way to what used to be the spare bedroom, the Powerpuff noticed the doorway was open, and so she peaked inside. There, she found her friend unpacking his things. “You know, I always assumed it would be either me or Millie who got to live with Morty first. Never would’ve guessed you’ll beat the both of us to it.” Bubbles joked, catching his attention. “Want some help unpacking?” ( @deweydewdrop )

[webbiigaiil]

Continued from HERE ( @deweydewdrop )

With everything going on in Dewey’s life recently, it was no surprise that he had no clue that Webby was dealing with her own problems in the meantime. Perhaps dumping his love life tea on her now wasn’t the best timing, but he felt it was important to keep her in the loop! Webby had seemed to be in a good mood anyway, which made it feel like now was a good time to tell her, but Dewey watched as Webby’s expression sort of faltered. He didn’t blame her — he didn’t have the best track record with secrets lately, but luckily this was one that Webby didn’t have to get caught in the middle in. This was just Dewey telling his sibling about his crush, simple as that (even if the crush situation wasn’t so simple).

Although the two had been ready to head to the kitchen for junk food, Webby stopped in place as she waited for Dewey to explain. He gave her a nervous smile. “Well.. I’ve kinda been talking to someone .. Like, the coolest, most beautiful girl ever,” he was quick to admit, his nervous smile growing to a genuine one as he began talking about Tiffany. “But it’s not serious, I’ve just got a fat crush on her,” he quickly added with a sigh. It felt good to get that out in the open, even if it didn’t uncomplicate anything for him. “… But she’s got a boyfriend,” he continued, “and her boyfriend is friends with Louie, so ..” he shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna tell Louie, but I thought maybe seeing your reaction first might help me prepare for his..” His nervous smile returned, trying to read Webby’s expression. “Thoughts?”

-

It probably wasn’t a good thing that Webby felt the need to brace herself for whatever Dewey wanted to tell her instead of already being excited over it. But there just wasn’t a good track in him starting off by telling her how neither of his brothers knew about this yet. Even when he also said that he will tell them, it was the fact of how long will it be before he does that has her the most worried because if the blonde had to be honest, holding onto another important secret wasn’t something she thought she could do right now. That said, Webby wasn’t about to ask Dewey not to tell her what it was because if it was important to him to tell her, then at the same time she would want to hear what it was. Even if the secrecy of it all might end up driving her crazy in the end.

“Huh?!” At his admission of how he was talking to someone, Webby only stared at him in confusion, not getting why this had to be a secret in the first place when this wasn’t the first time Dewey’s met someone, he was interested in. But it wasn’t until he elaborated on how he had a big fat crush on a girl who had a boyfriend and how the two were friends with Louie, was when she realized why Dewey considered this as a secret. “Uh…” Unsure on what to say, Webby only stared back at him as she let his words sink in. “Congrats?” She then said, as how does one say anything in response to that. So, the girl already had a boyfriend, but Dewey really liked her? “Are you planning on fighting for her or something since she’s dating someone else right now? Or are you going to wait and see if the two break uuuppp? I’m sorry, I’m not sure what you want me to say about this.”