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Cabur
Summary: Twelve years ago the animal representing your soulmate appeared in your home. You finally get to meet him when his battalion arrives to help defend your planet from the droid army.
Pairing: Commander Wolffe x reader Soulmate AU
Warnings: NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, oral, fingering, injuries, brief mention of animal injury but it's not serious, a bit of angst, reader is a BAMF but it doesn't really get shown cause I'm garbage at action scenes, some mentioned PTSD at the end.
A/N: Sooooo this may be my sign to stick to only writing for the Bad Batch boys cause this is garbage. Turns out I'm not good at writing other clones. Also I wrote the smut before eating breakfast so if it's entirely indecipherable please forgive me.
Also Mide is pronounced Mee-deh.
MASTERLIST
It’s become a sort of legend within the GAR.
The clone who rides into battle on the back of a Nexu.
It’s a bit ridiculous. He doesn’t ride the Nexu. But, they are never far from each other.
No one ever dares to ask.
Most of them already know.
The others are too scared.
The only one that had asked was the General, which was forgiven since he probably didn’t expect his second in command to be closely trailed by a Nexu when they met for the first time.
His soulmate link, Wolffe had explained to his General. One of the rarest, where each soulmate is accompanied by the animal that represents their soulmate. The Kaminoans had been rather shocked when shortly after he was taken from his growth chamber, a fully grown Nexu appeared in the room. The feline had been entirely tame, until the Kaminoans had tried to separate them because clones were not allowed to pursue their soulmates due to some of the early clones deserting for their soulmates.
Separation hadn’t worked, as the Nexu proceeded to rampage through the halls of Tipoca City until she was reunited with Wolffe. Only Wolffe could seem to control her, and so the Kaminoans begrudgingly allowed the Nexu to stay.
She learned quickly, coming to Wolffe’s defense even during training. It didn’t take long for Wolffe to teach her how to fight, and how to take down droids. She never hesitated, even after the war started, fearlessly following him into even the ugliest battles.
He had spent much of his free time thinking about his soulmate. They’re obviously a fierce fighter, given the predatory nature of Nexu. Strong and brave. He often wondered what kind of animal they have that represents him.
***
The last thing you had been expecting twelve years ago was a loth-wolf pup to show up in the middle of your home.
It had appeared out of nowhere, startling both you and your parents. You hadn’t known what it was at first, until a quick search had directed you to the supposedly extinct loth-wolf. Why it had appeared suddenly in your home...that was another quick search.
Your soulmate link.
You had always wondered what it might be, seeing as you had no mark or strange dreams, or any of the other typical links between soulmates. Developing this late, though, was confusing. You didn’t think much about it, though. Fate was not something to question. Everything would make sense eventually. Your people believed that fate drove every decision, every event in your life. Everything happens for a reason, all directed by fate’s design.
Already twice the size of a tooka, the pup grew quickly, outgrowing your parents hut. It grew big enough to ride within a couple years and you often did. When you moved into your own hut, you built it big enough to fit you and your wolf comfortably.
You often wondered about your soulmate. Who they are, what they’re doing, what kind of animal they have. You wonder how you’ll meet. Will they come here? Your people don’t leave your planet often. Aside from the few who show great prowess for politics and get sent to represent you in the senate, not many else leave. Your people prefer simple, quiet lives. Though you have technology, most of your food is grown or hunted, and your medicine is a practice that’s been passed down for generations.
You had thought perhaps you were meant to leave, that you would meet your soulmate somewhere else. Your strength, however, was not in politics. You were a natural fighter. So instead you stayed on the planet, defending your village and hunting to provide food. Maybe you weren’t meant to find your soulmate elsewhere. Perhaps your soulmate was in one of the other villages.
You think that, until the war starts.
Your planet is mostly untouched for two years. There was no strategic reasoning to invade your planet, other than simply being part of the Republic. It keeps your planet untouched, at least until the Separatists begin to get desperate.
Word reaches you one morning of a droid army approaching one of the neighboring villages. It had landed two days ago and it was slowly burning its way through village after village. They had already reached out to the Republic for assistance, but they were already stretched as it was.
You don’t give up hope.
You’re right not to.
Two days after the message had been sent, they arrived. The roar of gunships is loud as troops drop in at the next village over from yours. You were already there, preparing defenses for when the inevitable attack began. They’d already burned through the village to the North. You had scouted over the hill earlier, and had spotted the dust cloud kicked up by the army’s movements. Fighters from surrounding villages have gathered, but it’s not nearly enough.
The clones arrive like a blessing from the Maker.
You’re glad to see them, even if some of them stare and whisper as you pass. You know they’re not staring at you. They’re staring at your wolf. Loth-wolves are supposed to be extinct, so actually seeing one would be a bit shocking. Even more so, seeing one outside of Lothal.
You had been called to the village leader’s hut, which was being used for battle planning. The village leader had chosen you as her second in command, since you were one of the best fighters. You were also one of the few still alive that had seen battle before.
Not every village on the planet was as interested in peace as the others. One such village had decided to attack a neighboring village out of nothing but greed shortly before the galactic war started. Fighters from across the planet had been called to aid in the fight, and you had been one of them. The most battle you’d seen back then had been on hunting trips. Though you were skilled, you’d never actually fought before.
It had been terrifying, but you had quickly proved your skills and your ability to stay calm under pressure. You had made a name for yourself, and had carried that still to this day.
Most of the more experienced fighters had been sent ahead to try and aid other villages, but it had been fruitless. The droid army had wiped out both the fighters, and some innocent villagers caught in the crossfire.
This village had been evacuated, and it was going to be the last stand against the droid army. If they couldn’t be defeated, then the planet was lost. The arrival of the clones to aid you had renewed hope in the possibility of securing your planet and its safety once more. There would be a lot to do, a lot to rebuild after, but now there was hope you would get to do so.
You make your way towards the hut, your wolf running ahead. It’s strange, usually he never left your side unless you told him to. He had been acting strangely all day. You had blamed it on the nervous energy in the village, and the approaching army. Everyone had been a bit on edge, and being an animal, he could likely pick up on it more than anyone.
You hear a commotion as you approach the hut, finding your wolf cornering one of the clones. Your eyes widen, thinking the worst, and you hurry over. Some of the clones are laughing by the time you reach them, and you realize your wolf is licking this clone.
“Mide,” You pull on the fur at his neck to try and get him to stop. His tail is wagging, creating a breeze behind him. “Mide, stop.”
The hair at the back of your neck stands straight, a loud growl reaching your ears. You turn, eyes widening as you stare into four red eyes and a wide mouth full of sharp fangs.
You scramble back, the Nexu following you. You’ve never seen one in person before, only read about them. They’re not native to this planet, so how did this one get here? And why doesn’t anyone else seem afraid of it?
“Cabur.” The stern voice of the clone reaches your ears. “Cabur, stand down.”
The Nexu doesn’t respond, crouching as it prepares to pounce. Do you run? You can’t outrun a Nexu. Why isn’t anyone trying to help? Why isn’t Mide helping?
The Nexu pounces, knocking you off your feet. You close your eyes, preparing for those teeth to sink into your skin, rip away at your flesh until you bleed out.
Something wet and rough drags across your skin from your shoulder to the top of your head. Your eyes snap open in surprise. Is the Nexu...licking you?
It licks you again, leaving a wet, gooey trail along your skin.
“Easy, girl.” The clone pets its head, trying to nudge it back.
It steps back reluctantly, its own tail swishing back and forth as it watches you. A hand appears in your line of sight and you take it, the clone hauling you to your feet easily. You brush the dirt off, wiping the Nexu spit from your face.
“Sorry about her.” The clone says. “I don’t know what’s gotten into her today.”
“It’s alright. Mide has been weird all day too. He’s never run away from me like that before.” You stare up at him, taking in his face.
His face is stern, pinched a bit in focus. There’s a scar stretching from his forehead to his cheek, his eye having been replaced with a cybernetic one. He’s handsome, as you assume all the clones would be.
“Is she yours?” You ask, breaking the silence between you.
“It’s my soulmate link.” He says. “I’ve had her since I came out of my growth chamber.”
“Oh.” You say, blinking in surprise. “Mide’s also my soulmate link. Appeared about twelve years ago.”
“Really.” He says, giving you a strange look.
Before you can continue the conversation, the village leader and who you assume is the Jedi General approach you.
“I see you two have already met.” The Kel Dor says.
You glance at the clone for a moment as the village leader introduces you to General Plo Koon and Commander Wolffe.
“Come,” The General says. “We have much to discuss, and little time to do so.”
***
“What’s her name?” You ask as you and Commander Wolffe make your way into position. His Nexu is walking beside you, trotting along happily. Mide is walking beside Wolffe, looking perfectly content.
“Cabur.” Wolffe answers. “It’s Mando’a. It means guardian or protector.”
“Fitting name.” You say.
“She’s saved my life a few times.” He pats Mide’s side. “What about him?”
“Mide. He’s a mythical warrior who protected our people. He rode to war with the sigil of a wolf on his helmet.”
The corner of Wolffe’s mouth lifts. “Aptly named.”
You both stop, having reached the point you have to go separate ways. You mount Mide, looking down at Wolffe. “See you when the battle’s done?”
Wolffe nods, patting Mide’s neck. “Take care of her.”
Mide huffs out a breath, nodding his head just slightly as if agreeing. He would, even without having to be asked.
You know. Even without having to say anything you know. Just Mide’s reaction was enough to tell you. The link is so rare, and to have someone else with the same link suddenly appear on your planet like this...
It’s not just a coincidence.
Mide runs to your position, and you watch as the cloud of dust that the droid army was kicking up gets closer and closer, flashes of blue and red gradually disappearing as dust envelops the valley.
***
You’re covered in dirt, but you’re alive.
With the help of the clones, you had stopped the droid army from advancing much further, protecting the village. It had been a long battle, lasting into the night. The stars are out by the time you return to the village, weary after a long battle unlike any you’ve ever been in.
No squabble between villages will ever compare to that.
You had seen Wolffe shortly after your return to the village, nothing more than a passing glance across the fire as you’d helped both injured villagers and troopers. You’re both alive, you’re both alright. You had spotted Cabur slinking around the village, unharmed due to her training in fighting droids. Mide’s white fur is streaked with dirt, his feet and nose scratched from the droids, but he’s otherwise uninjured.
You’ll give him a big, juicy cut of meat later.
You’re cleaning the cut on his nose when you hear the footsteps approaching. Mide’s head lifts, ears perking and tail wagging as he sees who it is. Something brushes against your side, Cabur purring as she makes herself comfortable next to Mide. Wolffe approaches you, and you take a moment to look him over. His armor is streaked with dirt, but he’s otherwise uninjured.
“Good to see you.” You say, smiling softly.
He steps right up to you, gloved fingers grazing over the bandage wrapped around your arm.
“It’s just a scratch.” You say, skin tingling as his fingers continue to trail down your arm before dropping back to his side. “We’re not used to fighting droids.”
“You’re, uh...quite the fighter.” He says. “I think a Nexu was the perfect choice.”
Your cheeks warm a bit. You think the ferocious Nexu might be a bit of an exaggeration. It’s a compliment, though, that he thinks your skills are worthy of that representation. The loth-wolf is the perfect representation of him. He has the same dangerous gaze as Mide, the same fierce loyalty. The stern and serious battle-ready commander.
“Us clones...it’s forbidden for us to initiate the soulmate bond.” He says.
Your stomach clenches a bit at his words. You hadn’t even thought...you hadn’t even considered. You hadn’t had time to. Everything had been happening so quickly. You had never given consideration to the idea that your soulmate might not want you. Much less that he might have to reject you. All those daydreams, all those thoughts about what your life could be like with them...they’ve been nothing but fantasies and they might never be anything but.
“Most of us don’t agree.” He continues. “We all have an agreement not to say anything, not to report anything.”
“But...what if someone finds out?”
“We have to be careful so no one does.” He takes your hand, slipping something into it. “We’re preparing to leave. We already have our next orders.”
Your shoulders sink a bit. Of course they’re very busy. The war has been taking a turn. The attack against your planet is just proof of this. Having time with him right now is just another fantasy.
You walk with him to the gunships, taking your time as troopers load up around you. He turns, patting Mide on the nose as you reach one of the ships. Mide lets out a quiet whine, his ears falling.
You squat in front of Cabur, petting her head. “Take care of him, yeah?” She lets out a quiet sound, licking your cheek once more. You stand back up, facing Wolffe. “Come back? When the war’s over?”
He nods once and you stand up on your toes, kissing his cheek. He stares down at you long and hard for a moment before stepping away, sliding his helmet on. You watch as he boards the gunship, following it with your eyes as long as you can as it disappears into the sky.
You open your hand, looking down at what he’d slipped into it. A smile tugs at your lips as you stare at the item.
A comm device.
***
It’s been almost a year since the battle, since you met your soulmate. You’ve spoken as often as you can through the comm device, but for the last three months it’s been very quiet. You’ve gone stretches without speaking, but never this long.
You try not to worry.
The war had ended three months ago, around the time you had seemingly lost contact. You suppose with the restructuring of the Republic into the Empire and the sudden end to the war, things have gotten complicated for the clones. It could just be he hasn’t had a good time to step aside and secretly contact you. Despite your attempted reasoning, you can’t help but feel nervous about the sudden silence.
You’ve been keeping yourself busy helping the survivors from the destroyed villages resettle with other villages. While the army had been destroyed, the valley had become a wasteland of destroyed droids and the remnants from the battle. New huts were built and families integrated peacefully into new villages. The Senate had sent some relief, but it could only do so much. Homes could be rebuilt and crops replanted, but lives couldn’t be replaced.
You’ve buried far too many dead.
You try not to think your soulmate may be one of them.
He’s not. You know he’s not. You would have felt it. Mide would have died with him. Still, the thought haunts you. How easily he could be taken from you, and you barely got to know him.
Fate will make it work in the end. You try to remind yourself of that.
***
You’re out hunting when it happens.
Nearly four months since the end of the war, a year since you met your soulmate. You had been scouting the hills when you’d heard it. You’d moved your binocs to the sky, watching as a starfighter streaked across the sky like a smoking comet straight towards the trees just a few meters away.
The crash is loud, the trees shaking with the impact. Mide immediately takes off, darting into the trees. It’s not like him, still always sticking close to your side.
“Mide!” You call, immediately running after him.
Your heart is pounding in your chest. It couldn’t be...could it? You hadn’t seen any identifying markers on the ship, the smoke too dense around it to see. It could be anyone, or anything.
If it wasn’t, Mide wouldn’t have run off like that.
You duck into the undergrowth, following the path broken by your wolf. You freeze instinctively as a low growl reaches your ears. You know that growl.
Your breath catches in your throat. “Cabur?”
The Nexu steps out of the bushes, tail swishing as she looks at you. It’s her. You know it. You drop to a knee, patting her head as she greets you.
It’s him. It’s really him.
Mide breaks through the bushes, dragging a limp body with his teeth. He drags the body over to you, letting him go gently. Wolffe’s body lays limp on the ground. There’s charred marks on his armor, likely from the crash. You push him over onto his back, staring down at his helmet. You trace the markings with your fingers, the same markings you remember.
A sob threatens to tear from your lips as you slip your fingers under the edge of his helmet, tugging it off. You cup the back of his head, lowering it gently to the ground.
He’s unconscious but still breathing.
Mide lays next to Wolffe, looking at you sadly. Cabur nudges his foot, letting out a quiet whine. He’s injured, likely worse than it looks if he crashed a starfighter. You need to get him back to the village, and soon.
You’re sweating by the time you maneuver him onto Mide’s back, climbing on behind him. You hold him as Mide runs through the trees and back up the hill towards the village. Cabur keeps pace easily, miraculously mostly uninjured from the crash.
You guide Mide into your hut, easing Wolffe off his back and onto your bed. You begin the tedious process of removing his armor, figuring out how to get each piece off and carefully stacking it in the corner. You peel the body glove off next, revealing his chest covered in bruises.
You head to your kitchen, grabbing herbs and a bowl, beginning to mash them into a paste as you’ve done a hundred times. You mix a tonic as well, moving back to his side before spreading the mixture across his chest, making sure to cover each bruise. You place bandages over each spot, letting the herbs do their work. You cup his neck, lifting his head a bit to help him drink the tonic. You can feel it, the pulsing energy from where your fingers are pressed against the skin of his neck.
He’s really here, right in front of you. Crashed right out of the sky, practically into your lap.
Mide curls up on his blanket, Cabur making herself comfortable beside him. You sit by Wolffe’s side, tending to him as you let the medicine work its way through his body. You only leave to make dinner and feed the animals before you’re sitting back at his side.
You grab his pauldron, tracing the image of the wolf with your fingers. The grey paint around the edges is slightly worn, more than it had been the last time you’d seen him. It’s hard to believe he’s really here. After four months of nothing, no sign that he’s alive and alright, no word on what’s happening aside from what was broadcasted on the news...four months of thinking the worst.
You trace his face with your fingers, allowing yourself to feel him. He’s really here. He’s real.
You stay by his side through the night, changing out the herbs as they dry. You nap a few times, trusting the animals to alert you if something happens.
He begins to stir around sunrise. You’d been checking his wounds, already mostly healed. You put a gentle hand on his shoulder as he shifts, his eyes cracking open.
“It’s alright.” You say, tracing gentle circles on his skin with your thumb. “You’re safe.”
He breathes your name like a prayer, his eyes slipping closed for a moment as he relaxes.
“I’m here.” You whisper, sliding your hand up to cup his cheek. “I’ve got you.”
“I said I would.” He murmurs, turning his head to kiss your palm. “I said I’d come back.”
You shush him gently. “And you have.”
You get him sitting up, leaning against the wall. You feed him some soup after both Mide and Cabur greet him happily. He tells you about everything that happened since the war ended. He tells you about the Jedi and the inhibitor chips, deserting the Empire and getting his chip removed. He tells you about his fight to get here, and almost not making it.
You try not to think about it, relishing in the face he did make it. He is sitting here with you. You can see the pain in his eyes, the guilt. You can practically feel the sadness radiating from him. Your heart aches for him. He’s lost so much, and so much has changed so quickly. You can’t even imagine what it must have been like. What it must feel like for him.
You hold him, wrapping yourself around him. His bruises are almost completely healed, his strength returning as he holds you, his face pressed against your chest. Cabur creeps her way over, stretching herself out across your laps. Wolffe chuckles, patting her head. You tangle a hand on her fur, holding Wolffe with the other.
***
Wolffe settles into life in the village easily. He’s welcomed, not only as your soulmate, but also as a hero who helped save many lives. He accompanies you on hunts, learning as much about your culture as he can.
You settle into life with him easily too, adjusting to his presence like he’s been there the whole time. You’re glad your hut is on the edge of the village, as you’re both also rather insatiable. You have a year to make up for. A year of yearning and longing to make up for.
And you certainly do.
A body presses against yours as you finish loading the dishes in the sanitizer. You can feel him, every bit of his body through his thin shirt and soft pants. He’s softened a bit from the hardened soldier that had crash landed back into your life. You won’t complain. After the things you’ve heard, you’re happy he’s finally healthy and well taken care of.
You can also feel how hard he is against your ass.
His arms snake around your waist as you toss the dish towel on the counter. His lips trail up your neck, dragging along the soft skin.
“Miss me that much?” You ask, pressing back against him teasingly.
“Always.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss below your ear.
One of his hands snakes under your shirt, slowly sliding up your stomach, straight towards your breasts. You’re glad you ditched your breastband earlier as his warm hand cups your breast. He hums against your neck in approval, skilled fingers plucking at your nipple as he paints your skin with marks from his teeth.
“Wolffe,” You sigh his name as he switches breasts, giving the other one equal attention.
His other hand slips down your stomach, dipping into your pants. You’ve been wet in anticipation since his arms wrapped around you, his fingers gliding through your slick folds. Your legs tremble as he slowly circles your clit with the rough pads of his fingers.
“So wet for me, cyare.” He murmurs against your neck, slipping two of his fingers into you.
“Yes,” You breathe, tilting your head back against his shoulder. “Only for you.”
He growls quietly against your neck, pulling his hands free. He tugs your pants down before lifting you onto the kitchen counter. You pull your shirt over your head, tossing it to the floor. He tugs your hips closer to the edge, kneeling in front of you. Your fingers tangle in his hair, still kept in the regulation cut. He sometimes lets his stubble grow out, and you’re still trying to convince him to grow a beard just to see how it would look.
He licks a stripe up your clit, hands pressing against your thighs to keep them open for him. His tongue swirls around your clit, his eyes lifted to stare at your face. Your lips part in a moan as he closes his mouth against your clit, sucking hard. Your free hand grips the edge of the counter, holding on as he eats you out.
Your first few times together had been awkward and fumbling as you tried to figure each other out. It had taken lots of practice, and many laughs, to learn each other’s bodies. What you like, what you don’t, what he likes. How to make him putty in your hands. He’s still just as stern and dominating as he had been as a commander, but you know deep down he sometimes needs someone else to take control, someone else to give the orders. Someone he trusts.
Your legs are shaking around his head, your own head thrown back in pleasure as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. The noises are absolutely obscene as he slurps at your drenched pussy like he’s gone days without water.
He pulls away before you can cum, making you whine in protest.
His chin is slick with your juices, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. You reach forward, yanking his shirt over his head. Your fingers trail along the soft curves of his body, lips pressing kisses against his skin. His hands undo his pants, letting them drop to the floor.
You bite your lip, your hand wrapping around his hard length. His hands drop to your thighs, resting there as you pump him. You meet his gaze, staring into his eyes as you guide him forward and into your heat. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him all the way in. A moan tumbles from your lips at the stretch, your arms wrapping around his shoulders to hold him as close as you possibly can.
His arms wrap around your back, lips pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. You both breathe for a moment, enjoying being so close, so connected to each other. You bury your face in his neck, breathing in the scent of him. Musky and sweaty from being out in the warmth of the day working.
He adjusts his grip on you, holding you up as he begins to move. You meet his thrusts, tilting your head up to kiss him. It’s slow and soft, quiet moans passing between your lips. You hold onto him like you’re afraid he might disappear if you let go, like you might suddenly wake and find this has all been a dream.
His own fingers indent your skin, sharing your same fears. You know he’s here, you know it’s real, and he knows it’s real, but still, neither of you can forget the year you had been separated, the many times he could have died, the many times he could have been ripped from you.
“‘M close.” You murmur against his lips, nails breaking the skin of his shoulders.
“Gonna cum for me?” He growls, snapping his hips into yours. “Show me how pretty you look when you cum?”
Your head falls back, lips parted as you cum around his cock, moaning loudly. He watches you, memorizing your face. He’ll never forget it, but he commits it to memory every time.
A few more thrusts and he’s cumming with a growl, snapping his hips into yours a final time as he releases inside of you. You hold him against you, both of you riding out your highs together.
His hold around you is tight, clinging to you. You’re both breathing heavily, breaths mingling as he presses his forehead against yours. Your hands gently rub his shoulders, working your way up his neck and into his hair.
“You’re right here.” You whisper, lips brushing his. “I’m right here.”
He exhales shakily, fingers tightening their grip just slightly.
You press a soft kiss to his lips. “I’ve got you.”
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Chapter 32: Gifted...
💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC
💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW
💜Warnings: Mentions of Arson/Fire/Anxiety Attacks/Death of Main Characters/Murder/Adult Language/Sexual Activity/Stalking/Cancer/Loss of Parent/Ghosts/Explicit Smut/Ejaculation/Oral Sex/Nipple Play/Death of Main Characters/Unprotected Sex/Hate Crime/Blackouts/Orgy/Mention of Gun/Breath Play
*Warnings are for entire work; not chapter specific*
💜Rating: MA
💜Word Count: 3789
*FLASHBACK*
"Didn't I tell you that you drink too much?"
My mother eyes me as I'm pouring my nightcap.
"Mom, you make me sound like an alcoholic. Even my doctor says a glass of red wine a day is good for the heart."
"Well, whatever, I just worry about you. You need to make an appointment with your doctor, just for a check up."
Clean. That's the best way I can describe my mother's scent that creeps into my nose as I hug her from behind, placing my glass on the counter next to the sink, making sure to handle her frail frame gently.
"Yes, ma'am. I'll call in the morning. AND, I'll do a cleanse, just for you, okay. No alcohol for a month," I concede, resting my cheek on her shoulder.
"Don't do it for me, do it for yourself. I know your liver is screaming for a break and more water."
"Dang, ma!"
Our laughter fills the kitchen just as my sister enters the house.
"Sis, come get your mama," I acknowledge Jasmine as she's placing her keys on the hook, then removing her shoes and purse.
"No, come get your wino of a sister," Mommy quips.
"All I heard was wine. Gimme some!"
Mom's jaw drops as Jasmine's coming around the corner, causing us girls to erupt in laughter.
"You heifers get on my nerves together. T, don't play around with your health and call the doctor's office first thing because it'll be hard to get someone after lunch. Ask them to do a urinalysis. Jas, wash your dishes if you decide to eat dinner. I made the sausage, gravy, and rice you guys love."
"Deh," we say in unison as Mommy, in passing, tucks a clump of Jas's curls behind her ear with one hand and grabs my cheeks with the other. She calls over her shoulder as she's ascending the stairs.
"Also, y'all need to avoid taking the interstate in the morning. And don't be in here doing all that cackling, you know I have another round of chemo tomorrow."
It wasn't uncommon for mom to warn us of things or worry over us. Yes, most mother's want to try to protect their children, but this goes beyond that. Our grandmother had the same gift that is said to be bestowed upon the women of our family by age 30, having skipped me as I'm already 34. With this gift, Mom and Granny had a history of predicting things in our lives and shielding us from danger. Not that she considers herself a psychic or anything, Mom just has 'a feeling' sometimes. She would alert us of dangers and things yet to happen in regular conversation, like there was nothing odd about it. And she could always read us like a book.
"Tia."
On my way to my room, I stop abruptly in front of my mother's bedroom door when I hear her calling for me.
"Ma'am?"
Sitting propped up on a mountain of pillows, she puts her book on the bed and motions for me to move closer. I already know the drill as her hands are extended, so I go to stand next to the bed, leaning over for her to hold my face in her hands. She first looks into my eyes, shifting from one to the other. It's almost as if she's looking through me. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath in through her nose and releases it through her mouth.
"I just wanted to check in on you again. Don't be too worried about your doctor's visit. It's not anything life threatening but you do need to get checked out."
"Will I need to get a shot or something? Medicine?"
"Probably just medicine. You'll be okay," she reassures me then opens her eyes. "I've been meaning to ask you, do you still have those dreams?"
Even without the details, I know exactly what she is talking about. The dreams that feature the same seven men, guiding, helping, and comforting me as I sleep. I'm curious as to why she's brought this up even though she asks every few years.
"Yes, ma'am...I had another one a couple of days ago. Why?"
"No reason, really, I just thought about it. You are gifted, Tia, and I, honestly, believe those men are assigned to you, to keep you safe. Just know that if you ever encounter some sort of danger, your love will protect you."
"My Love? Like my man? And gifted? I'm already years past thirty so if I was gifted, it would have shown by now."
"I'm not quite sure, T. I just see you experiencing new beginnings... fate... home... seven... death... love... purple... fire... hate... rebirth." Her brow furrows and she closes her eyes again, tilting her head ever so slightly before she continues to speak.
"Ma, wha-?"
"Shh..."
Whenever she gets like this, something big is coming. She can never tell us when, but she definitely gets us prepared for what's to come.
"Something will come after you, or has come...something dark and spiteful. There will be a fire, or there has been a fire?" She quickly releases me, fanning her hands as if she'd been burned. She just looks at me but I can't read her expression as it's a mixture of worry and confusion with a hint of fear. "Baby, you've always been a tough nut to crack, since the day I brought you into this world. Sometimes, I can't tell if you're coming or going but you are something special, the universe knows that. You're going to experience a great loss, or you already have? I don't know, Tia, but you will have your happily ever after."
"Okay, well, I'm not scared at all," I tease sarcastically.
"And you shouldn't be. No weapons formed against you shall prosper," mom begins to pray over me ending it with an 'amen'.
"Amen. Well, I'd better get to bed, too. Are we still getting pancakes before your appointment?"
I love getting on her nerves, joking and picking with her to make her laugh. Maybe that's my toxic trait, resorting to humor to not focus on the seriousness of situations.
"I wish! We can stop to get you some but unfortunately, I'll only be having a small, bland meal before."
"Boooooooo! No, I'm kidding. You know I'm going to eat what you eat...let's suffer together."
"Girl, goodnight. Get outta my room with your silly self. And, try to stop stressing so much. Even the Lord needed seven days to create heaven and earth." She catches what she just said and can't help but to laugh at herself. "Seven... the number of completion."
I chuckle lightly before stepping towards the door.
"Yes, ma'am. Night night."
*PRESENT DAY*
Another POV
"Please, try to be quiet when you're sweeping this room as someone is sleeping," Jungkook advises and the technician nods, his plush lips curving up at the corners.
The door opens slowly, allowing the beautiful young man to enter the space. He seems to float around the area, gracefully running his device across every surface. Jungkook can't seem to peel his eyes off of the young man as he steps past him, making his way to the armchair near the bed. Having not left Tia's side for more than a few minutes since she was discharged from the hospital this morning, he takes her hand before sitting in the chair he'd drug to her bedside. He and Taehyung have decided that one of them should be with her at all times and Jungkook takes this opportunity to stare at her sleeping features, barely noticing the man now standing next to him.
"A real life Sleeping Beauty, huh?"
Jungkook meets his eyes, "Yea, she is beautiful, isn't she?" Looking back to Tia, and kissing the back of her hand before he continues, "I could just stare at her like this all day."
"I see why! My goodness, she is breathtaking." Hoping to not cross the line, he asks, "Will she be okay?"
Glancing up to him again, Jungkook could have sworn he had tears in his eyes. "Y-yea...she'll be okay, she just needs to rest and stay hydrated." Just as the technician is about to speak again, Tia's phone vibrates. Snatching it from the nightstand before the sound can wake Tia, Jungkook takes the phone answering it as he walks out of the bedroom.
The young man, as if enchanted, keeps his eye on her sleeping face. Her smooth, golden brown skin seems to glow, her lips full with a slight sheen, he is drawn to touch her. Tia's eyebrows scrunch and she moans lowly, giving the man an excuse to rush to her side. After quickly placing his equipment on the floor, he takes her hand into his.
What the fuck am I doing?
He can't deny the pull he feels but knows that he has free will, being able to walk away whenever he wants. But he doesn't want to. Like Jungkook said a moment ago, he could stare at her all day long.
"Jimin!" A voice whisper shouts from the bathroom.
He drops her hand and turns on the spot to face his colleague.
"Shh!" He tries to hush the man before he wakes Tia, but is unsuccessful.
"Who are you," the small voice asks from behind him. Jimin looks around to see Tia staring back at him.
"Hey, sorry to have woken you up. We're here to sweep the house for any hidden cameras or listening devices."
"Where is JK?"
"JK?" As Jimin is asking her, Jungkook returns with some fruit and water.
"Hey, babe, I'm here. I'm glad to see you up. How are you feeling?"
"Okay, I guess. I'm a bit groggy and my head is banging."
"John said you'll probably feel that way for a few hours. He said that you'll probably be lethargic, too, and to call if you need something for nausea. Your memories may come back all at once or in spurts, but try to not stress yourself out. Here...take this," he hands Tia a couple of red and white tablets, "Hopefully, this will help with your headache."
She takes the pills, and washes them down with the water. Jimin doesn't realize he's stuck in place, watching this interaction between the two until Tia speaks, looking directly at him. He sees her mouth moving but doesn't hear what she says. He jerks himself out of his trance and says, "Ah, sorry, what was that?", asking Tia to repeat her question.
"I said what's your name?"
"Oh, Jimin...Park Jimin."
"Nice to meet you. Was that you holding my hand a minute ago?"
He's blushing red and rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed, having been caught. Nodding his head, he admits his actions.
"I'm sorry...you just looked so beautiful, and you were moaning, and your brows were tense. I didn't know if you were having a bad dream or if you were hurting. I'm sorry, I just felt compelled to comfort you. Forgive me if I overstepped-"
"We are so sorry, ma'am. We'll just finish searching this area, then we'll be out of your hair," the other man cuts Jimin off to apologize.
Unintentionally ignoring the other man, Tia's focus remains on Jimin.
"Thank you...Jimin. You didn't overstep at all," Tia shows her gratitude and the way his name falls from her lips is intoxicating.
Jungkook's POV
Thankfully, Tia slept through the entire process of getting her discharged and home. I don't think I would have been able to stand the void look of confusion in her eyes or her staring at me like a stranger. Not again. Thankfully, I'm off duty during the day today and get to spend it caring for Tia. Taehyung will be back after he takes care of some things at the office and, luckily, he's the owner of the business, so he'll be able to take a few days off to be here as well.
Tia is still sleeping when I answer the door for the technicians to come in and sweep the house. There's something about one of the men that causes my heart to race when he's near. I feel an immediate connection to him, almost like a long lost brother. Unable to tear my eyes from him, I watch as he practically dances around Tia's room, something so elegant in his movements. The only thing that can take my attention from him is Tia's peaceful features and I have a seat to further take them in.
As we converse briefly, I swear that I see tears in his eyes and I can't help but to wonder if he's possibly experiencing the same attraction to her as me and Taehyung. As I open my mouth to ask, Tia's phone vibrates across the bedside table and I quickly grab it before it wakes her. I rush out of the room to answer the call.
'Hello? Tia?'
"Hey, Brandon. Tia is unavailable at the moment."
'Oh, my bad. You must be her boyfriend. Hey man, I was just calling to check on her after hearing about what happened. I got called to the police station to give a statement about a past employee.'
"Yea, I appreciate you checking in on her. She's past the critical part and is home resting now. Would you like to leave a message for her?"
'Yeah...yeah. Could you tell her...tell her that I'm so sorry for what happened and what she had to go through. I fired him shortly after we started on her reno. After I had caught him doing some suspicious things, but I should have said something or reported him, I don't know. Like I said, he was suspicious but I had no proof of anything. I didn't know what else to do but to let him go.'
Of course I already know the details of this case but I listen anyway, making my way down to the kitchen.
'I'm not innocent in all of this as I was inappropriate at times and said some things about her when she wasn't around, but it was just locker room talk, you know? Men being men. I promise, I never meant for anything bad to happen to her.'
"Look man, I get what you're saying but making sexual jokes and references about a woman is not locker room talk. You being a dick and acting spiteful because Tia rejected you is more accurate. Men being men? Don't ever generalize your behavior as a 'man' thing. I'm nothing like you because real men don't do shit like that. I'll give her your little message, and you can go ahead and delete her number, bro. There's nothing else for you to talk to her about."
I end the call and slide her phone into my back pocket before rummaging through the fridge for something light for her to eat and some water, thinking of John's recommendations. In one of the cabinets, I find a bottle of Tylenol and take a few in case she has a headache before I go back upstairs.
Tia's POV
I'm in between sleep and consciousness when visuals flood my mind. I can't tell if I'm dreaming or not, and my heart breaks seeing Jungkook and Grey cry. What happened? Am I dead? There's a warmth that suddenly covers me like a warm blanket, and I feel a sense of peace. Is it coming from the person holding my hand? Is it Jungkook? Taehyung? Whoever it is, they give off the same comfort as them.
When I open my eyes, I'm still not sure if I'm dreaming when I see a man standing next to my bed, his back to me, strong yet beautiful. Mom taught my sister and I to trust our gut, that our intuition would never steer us wrong, so even though I can't see his face, I feel comfortable as my body is reacting as if I know him. He feels familiar. The sharpness of his jaw line is the first thing I notice as he's turning to face me, followed by his pillowy lips and breathtaking features. I swear, my heart skips a beat when his eyes meet mine.
When Jungkook walks in, my mind wanders as we're talking, unable to take my eyes off of the unknown man. I can recall bits and pieces of what happened last night and I know that I had to go to the hospital, but the details are vague. He starts telling me about what John had said regarding my recovery but stops to trace my line of vision, meeting the man standing a few feet away.
"Who are you?"
Jimin...again, I feel like I've said his name a million times. So, it was him radiating the same energy as the other two.
"Thank you, Jimin," is all I can give him at the moment and with a forced smile reassure him that he's not overstepping my boundaries.
Jungkook offers me some of the fruit he brought up but I don't have much of an appetite at the moment, and I can feel my headache getting worse by the minute. Not even 10 minutes later am I in the fetal position on the bed, awaiting the moment my skull splits in half. Thankfully the other technician has finished the sweep in here and is outside in the work van. I think there's something vulnerable about suffering and I didn't want him to see me this way but I'm comfortable with Jungkook...and Jimin. Fragmented memories are swirling through my mind, searching to land on their specific string of experience.
"Oh my God, baby...I'm so sorry," I say between tears, unsure if I'm crying because of the searing headache, the visual of my loved ones sad because of me, or both.
"Shh...it's okay, baby. I know. I know you didn't mean it."
Jungkook is kneeling next to the bed, kissing the back of my hand and rubbing my butt, trying to console me. Being that my eyes are closed tight, I don't see when Jimin comes over to kneel next to him.
"May I?"
Assuming he got the go ahead from Jungkook, I almost melt when his hands caress my scalp and firm circles rub across my temples. This doesn't alleviate the pain completely but it's definitely relaxing. This in combination with the booty rubs calms me enough that I end up falling asleep.
"Jagiya, wake up, love...you need to eat something."
I awaken to Taehyung's gorgeous face and I'm enthralled but unable to show it much as I'm still in pain. It has subsided a ton, but is definitely lingering.
"Hi, Tae. Are you done with work?"
He still blushes and gives me that boxy smile whenever I call him by his nickname. He is so fucking cute.
"Yeah, I just had to speak to a few customers and move some appointments around. How are you feeling?"
"I feel like shit but not as shit as earlier. I missed you."
"I missed you more, and I'm glad you feel less shit."
"Also, I'm so sorry about last night."
"No need to apologize...we know it was the medicine making you like that. Here, sit up. I brought soup. Koo told me you haven't eaten much."
I'm able to sit up and have a few spoonfuls of the soup, the rich warm broth heats me from within. After taking more medicine, I scoot over to make room for Taehyung to lay with me, and bump into a sleeping Jungkook. Thankfully, I don't wake him but it does cause him to stir, he grabs my hips, pulling me to lay flush to him. With hushed voices, Taehyung and I converse with our foreheads together.
"So?" He questions me, wearing a knowing smirk, my thumb grazing over the slight stubble along his cheek.
"So? So, what?" I'm genuinely confused.
"Jimin?"
I pull away for a moment to fully search his features for any indication of anger or jealousy... nothing. He only smiles and wiggles his eyebrows at me. So he and Jungkook talked while I was sleeping.
I snicker and playfully cover his smile with my palm and say, "Yeah? What about him?"
"Koo told me about you guys giving each other 'bedroom eyes'."
"No one was giving anyone any kind of eyes. I mean... he was handsome and sweet."
"Yea, that's not the way Koo described him. He said he was fine as fuck and looked like he was sent from heaven, on some Keyshia Cole type shit."
We burst into silent laughter, trying not to disturb Jungkook as he has to work tonight.
"Oh my God! Stop, stop, stop...my head hurts," I whisper yell to him, still wheezing.
"Oh shit...my bad. I read somewhere that an orgasm will help relieve headaches," Taehyung apologizes while still smiling and rubbing my head with his thumb, his comment only causes us to laugh more. Once we finally settle down, he kisses my forehead and asks, "Bath time?"
"Ummm," I agree, never turning down a bath, nuzzling my face into his shirt. The scent of his cologne makes me clench my thighs in an attempt to cease the throbbing. Bitch, you could have died just yesterday and you're thinking about fucking?! I allow Taehyung to assist me from the bed to the bathroom, struggling to fight against the weakness and lightheadedness. He holds my arm firmly as I step into the empty tub, sitting me down slowly.
"Lay back and try to relax a bit," Taehyung advises as he starts the water, adjusting it until he finds the perfect temperature. I move my hair to drape over the lip of the tub before I lay back. Leaving briefly, he comes back to sit behind my head. I'm assuming he went to get a hair tie as he's now collecting my strands to put them in a bun atop my head.
I'm practically drooling when his hands leave my hair and begin to massage my neck. Applying firm pressure, using water as lubrication to slip from the base of my neck up into my nape. With his thumb still rubbing circles in my hair, his free hand is massaging my shoulder. My eyes close on their own, moans flowing from my nostrils.
"You like that, huh?"
"Uh huh," I nasally respond, allowing my head to rest against his palm.
Noticing that the water is now covering my breasts, Taehyung pauses his massage to turn the water off, coming back to start where he left off.
"Have you spoken to Koo about the suspect they arrested last night?"
"I haven't but I know that's a conversation that needs to happen. Since I've slept most of the day, I don't think he's had the chance to bring it up."
"How are you feeling about all of this, like, now that he's been caught?"
"Honestly, I feel free and light. I feel like I can exist without having to look over my shoulder, you know? But, mostly, I'm just glad he wasn't able to hurt me or the people that I love."
Taehyung gently moves my head to the other side to massage my other shoulder. I open my eyes as I hear the bathroom door opening to see a groggy Jungkook coming in, hair a mess atop his head.
"Hey, Sleepyhead! Did you sleep well?"
A/N:
Thanks so much to @moonleeai for beta reading this chapter! 💜
#bangtanwhq#joonslfttiddie#ambw#bts fanfction#bts fanfic#bts smut#kim namjoon#kim seokjin#min yoongi#jung hoesok#park jimin#kim taehyung#jeon jungkook#arson#hate crime#reverse harem#haunted house#reincarnated lovers#black protagonist#black original character
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I have so many heathers and mena girls recs!!!
The devils advocate- Murder mystery based on a good girls guide to murder
Endless forms most beautiful - au where Janis and Veronica are clones (though I don't know if this one is discontinued, it hasn't been updated in a while)
First times - Au where Janis meets Veronica, her bio mom, who is in prison
And all the devils are here - Janis and Ronnie are twins! Very angsty
War in Broadway high - this one is actually a heathers, mean girls, bmc and DEH crossover.
This trauma is like a big fur coat - Veronica moves in with her cousin Janis after the events of heathers
Past, present, future - Janis centric, after the "space alien" rumor
Komm susser Tod - Au where JD and Veronica are Janis parents and JD tries to defend Janis of her bully in a very typical JD way
Those are mostly Janis and Veronica centric, cause those are the most interesting to me, but if that's not your thing there are others too, focused on Chandler, Regina, etc...
They're all on ao3 btw. There are some more on wattpad too
THANK YOU ANON!!
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What are your favorite musicals and which musicals would you assign to your favorite countries based on personality? Yes, This is me asking what Music themes you'd assign them too I guess without looking at youtube and seeing videos 10 years old. I miss seeing Character Theme videos.
Oooh this is a good one! I'm also going to share musicals that make me think of some ships too because I want to ramble about the two musicals that make me think of a GerEng AU.
Okay but Characters.
Canada- Dear Evan Hansen
I know. Kind of basic. But I love DEH. "Waving Through a Window" is such a Mattie song. But what really sells the idea for me is that "So Big / So Small" is such a good song for Royal Red Bros. Francis is the dad that left, and Arthur tries to pick up the pieces, but also fails Matthew. Just the dynamic between Evan's Mom and Evan is just perfect for these two. Like Evan's mom does love Evan, but being a single mom isn't easy and to provide for him she has to work ridiculous hours so she's not there for him physically. Which is a similar postion Arthur finds himself in.
Also the lines
"That night I tucked you into bed
I will never forget how you sat up and said
'Is there another truck coming to our drive way?
A truck that will take mommy away.'"
Just hit me so hard with feels for Arthur and Matt. Just imagining a little Mattie asking Arthur one night if Arthur is going to leave him behind too. Because Francis left and Arthur seems so much more focused on Alfred. Matthew it terrified it will happen again. And it breaks Arthur's heart.
ALTERNATIVELY
Canada - Next to Normal (Specifically the song "Superboy and the Invisible Girl")
I don't know enough about what this musical is actually about other than we follow our main character Diana who is struggling with bipolar disorder and hallucinations of her dead son. And basically I think it shows how her condition affects her family?
But we did "Superboy and the Invisible Girl" for some concert once and I actually played Diana. And every time I rehearsed this song, all I could think of was ACE Family.
It is primarily Natalie, Diana's daughter, feeling neglected and ignored because of her Mother's grief over her son's death.
This line really makes me think of the two, especially after Alfred has become independent and Matthew attempts to pick up the pieces of a broken Arthur:
"Super boy and the invisible girl
He's the one you'd wish would appear
He's your hero, forever your son
He's not here, I am here"
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America - Hamliltion
For obvious reasons. American history. Main character is smart, but also so impulsive. "I'm not Throwing Away my Shot" always make me think of Al.
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England - Mary Poppins
Of course I choose something obvious. You know how much I love Arthur with kids. And Mary Poppins is that strict parental figure, but she does want what's best for the kids in her care, and I think that's perfect for Arthur.
Also I just love imagining Arthur singing "Feed the Birds."
Also also. get 2p England involved and make Oliver Bert. So double the Englands making it more fitting. Alternatively Gilbert could be Bert to make it Pruk instead.
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GerEng - Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
I have this whole musical casted with Hetalia characters. But the summary first because its probably a musical not many know. I really don't know how to encompass everything so I'm just going to steal the summary from IMDb:
"A down-on-his-luck inventor turns a broken-down Grand Prix car into a fancy vehicle for his children, and then they go off on a magical fantasy adventure to save their grandfather in a far-off land."
God I had orginally had a long decription of a cast list for this but I'll ramble about that in another post. All you need to know though:
Arthur as Caratacus Potts - The down on his luck inventor and single father. Sometimes his work distracts him, but he really does love his kids
Ludwig as Truly Scrumptious - A candy heiress who meets the Potts family after almost running over the children when they run out into the road. She and Caratacus kind of get off on the wrong foot when she argues that the kids should be in school and not running around. But after he impresses her with his inventions and she joins them on their adventure in their magic car, the two fall in love.
Peter as Jeremy and Jemimah - Because I can't think of a second child to go with Peter I just have Peter right now. Because I love GerEng being dads to him.
Anyway. The songs.
First we have "You Two" which actually makes me imagine things separate from this au. Because this is also so good for ACE Family. I ramble about it more here.
"Doll On a Music Box" One of my favourite songs to listen too to daydream about GerEng. Just them pulling the same stunt Caratacus and Truly do to rescue the kids. Also Ludwig dressed up as a doll is a nice image.
"Lovely Lonely Man" Could work for either of them, but I always have loved the idea of Ludwig singing this about Arthur. Because Ludwig fell fast just like the song suggests while Arthur took a bit of time. It's just a perfect monologue of Ludwig admitting his feelings to himself.
God I could go on but I'll save the rest for a separate post
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Okay one last one for GerEng! Music Man.
Summary from Stage Agent: "There’s trouble in River City! When smooth-talking con man Harold Hill arrives in a small, tight-knit town in Iowa, he expects to dupe its residents with his elaborate moneymaking scheme: Despite his complete lack of musical literacy, he will convince everyone that he is a brilliant bandleader and recruit all the boys in town to form a band, pocketing the cash for instruments and uniforms. The problem? Some of the town members, especially the stern librarian, Marian Paroo, don’t quite buy Harold’s story. As Harold struggles to keep his scheme afloat, he also finds himself increasingly attached to the townspeople, who have all experienced a positive change since Harold came to town. Complicating matters even more, Harold is also falling head-over-heels for the beautiful Marian."
God I could go on about this one too, but keeping it brief:
Arthur as the con man Harold Hill selfish and prideful only to have a change of heart by forming genuine connections within the town.
Ludwig as the stern yet also hopeless romantic Marian. That despite knowing Arthur is a con man sees him grow and falls for him
"Goodnight My Someone / Seventy-Six Trombones (Double Reprise)" The two leads main songs coming together with them singing each other's half way through. God I just love thinking of GerEng for this scene so much! I think its so romantic to sing each other's themes to each other.
Also "Goodnight My Someone" on its own is very fitting for Ludwig. As is Marian's chacter as whole. Both are stern indivduals, refusing to take nonsense from anyone. They seem like a stick in the mud, perhaps a little cold, but both have a sweetness deep down, longing for connection. And "Goodnight My Someone" is when we first see this side of Marian.
"Marian the Librarian" Just the back and forth and tension in this song. Hill/Arthur is kind of a dick. Flirting, but really he's just playing a game at this point and bugging Marian/Ludwig at work when they're clearly aren't having it. It's another fun scene I like imagining GerEng. Especially since Arthur is really pushing his luck angering someone who could snap him like a toothpick he'd be into that let's be honest but that's not a discussion for this blog
Thank you anon for letting me combine my love of musical theatre and my love for Hetalia together! I encourage more questions like this actually so don't be scared guys!
#hetalia#gereng#engger#geruk#royal red bros#hws canada#hws england#hws america#hws germany#musical theatre
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WIP Tag Game
RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.
Okay I saw this tag game and I knew I had to do it because some of my file names are... WILD! And I have a lot of WIPs that may never get worked on but I still keep them in the folder "just in case..."
I think I'll sort them into High Priority first, and then Low priority.
HIGH PRIORITY
No Ordinary Anime Boy
JJK SW AHHH
Blind!Hawks Flower Shop AU (That one's obviously self-explanatory lol)
Torpor Hawks
LOW PRIORITY
OW PHE CONCEPT
Phoenix Concept
Chains
Marooned
Mulan
Ring Leader
Sea Witch
Shadow of Destiny
Star Struck
The Good Wizard
The Hunter Becomes...
Turning Tide OW
Zak's Story!
Origin
Hunger Games
If Then
Only If For A Night
Oh Great Another ATLA AU
TD Fake Marriage AU
Prison Crack
The MomoJirou Fic
Meet The Parents
To Thaw A Frozen Heart
In Another Life
How to Ruffle Jean's Feathers
Armin Needles His Way Through A Tough Situation
Ymir being in a Crabby Mood because Periods Suck
My Hero Elan School
Link Click Haikyuu
DEH Rewrite
The Banana Fish Idea
Two Birds on a Wire
The One about the Vampire and the ____ Woman
Sack of Flower
Tales from the Teashop
Jujutsu Kaisen Happy Future Concept
Amnesia Fic Dabihawks
Scar Care Dabihawks
WAIT FUCK I GOTTA TAG PEOPLE LMAOOOOO
It's all about me fffffff
@tiredhawks @wander-wren @electrogran @elegiesforshiva
and fucking whoever else wants to lmao.
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Jogja or Yogya
Yogja istimewa? yaa for some people. for regita? B aja. wkwkw. beberapa kali ke Yog tapi ya udah biasa aja, ga mendalam sentimentil memori inget sesuatu.
sekarang udah hari ke-3 di Jog dan Alhamdulillah banyak hal yang menyenangkan. bermula dari audia mustafa yang kerja 2 minggu di Jog. bukan ape ape, sebelumnya udah seminggu dia di luar kota juga, pas ini udah jalan seminggu beda kota, ude pada kaga nyambung frekwensinya beneran ngang ngong ngang ngong. udah paling bener w samperin aja deh. untung dapet cuti (yang walopun sehari) (dan sehari pun dramanya ampun) aniway about the drama.
awalnya bingung ngapain nyamperin au doang di Jog, tapi gw jadi inget janji gw waktu itu. back in 201sekian, gw ke jog untuk acara parents meeting sekolah uli. yang pada waktu itu ada acara visit ke museum dirgantara. w yang emang sahabat museum dari dulu (halah) ya seneng, tapi kaya gapuguh gitu, karena kita ke sana bareng sama rombongan keluarga lain yang satu angkatan sama uli. yang mana banyak banget orangnya. jadi gw mau liat apa, penuh, pengen diem dulu di sini, udah diburu buru musti move. hh ga salse gitu lhoo. then i talk to my self, yaudah gi skg mah ikutin aja dulu, nanti kesini lagi.
tiba tiba gw inget sama janji kepada diri gw sendiri itu. lalu terpikirlah, gw ke jog selain nemuin au juga mau ke museum karbol, dan artjog. knp artjog? ya biar sosoan berbudaya aja. yaselain itu kita kan emang berusaha nyeni, dulu kita pernah ngebela belain ke pasar seni ITB sendiri lhoo. yang mana cuma 10 langkah awal aja udah puter balik gajadi masuk. penuh bgt bgsd, itu pasar seni tahun berape lupa gua.
oke balik lagi ke museum di jog itu, ter aneh adalah ketika nyampe di museum karbol, gw ke halaman depan pintu masuk museum. ada N250 :) tau apa yang gw lakukan? gw mendekat, and im crying. jujur nangis. agak sesenggukan tapi ga lama. kalo ditanya kenapa, GW JUGA GATAU. tiba tiba nangis antara sedih, terharu, bangga (dih anying kan gw ngetik ini juga sambil pedih lagi mata) kaya yang, mau bilang makasih, tapi gw juga ga kenal kenal banget, tapi ya emang ini bukan pertama kali gw nangis sama N250, beberapa tahun lalu pas liat gatotkoco di hanggar PTDI, juga sama. gatauuu kenapa sumpah. ternyata ga sampe situ doang, nyampe dalem museum juga seseg dada ini, tapi ga lama sih, abis itu perasaannya langsung berubah keeung. edan itu museum kalo gw sendiri mah ntar dulu deh. ini nih yg gw sebel kalo ke museum sendirian, gw suka tapi najis kadang scary af banget. bahkan pernah ke museum malang yang modern, gw ga berani. sampe minta temenin, perkara gw sendiri, gada pengunjung lain. padahal itu masih pagi banget :) ya udah
beres dari museum itu kaya hati gua bahagia banget, kaya i did it, berhasil buat memenuhi janji sama diri sendiri. nyunyaang :) Alhamdulillah
Pointnya tuh jalmi mah benten benten, dont ruin their happiness. ada orang yang ke museum yang htm nya 6000 aja udah happy. sudah bersyukur, karena ternyata itu janjinya sama diri sendiri. point yang lain adalah, adalah penting menepati janji, bahkan ke diri sendiri. gw termasuk orang yang less apresiasi, bahkan ke diri gw sendiri, skg gw berusaha me-apreciate hidup gw. gw sendirian berani makan bubur pinggir jalan aja gw bangga. karena ya gw biasanya ga berani kaya gitu. sekarang juga, lagi di resto di jog, sendirian, tapi ya nikmatin aja, kaya appreciate your soul regita, probably jogja isnt wonderfull for you, but you can see clearly many lovely things around. ya seperti sekelompok keluarga bule di kiri gw yang becandanya ngegebok tangan anggota keluarga lainnya. oke cukup sekian karena jam 19 gw musti cabs dari sini. nice resto here actually. thanks jog!
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Princess: Albert Kleinman x Diana Murphy
A Dear Evan Hansen Parent AU fic
Warnings: Drunk girl tries to seduce a character, brief mention of a car accident, questionable treat of a person with a disability- not slurs or abuse, just kind of falling into the whole pity mentality if you know what I mean
A/N: My first fic ever! For those that are new to my blog, Diana is Connor’s daughter, Albert/ Al is Jared’s kid. I want to make this a short series, but don’t expect anything soon!
W/C: 2,075
When Diana was 12, she told Al she wanted to be a princess. Al raised an eyebrow at the idea. “Diana, you know this isn’t Disney, right?” Al argued.
“No no no, not like a magic princess. I mean I want to marry into royalty, like the British Monarchy or something.” She explained “If I marry into a family like that, I wouldn’t have political responsibilities or anything, but I could use my influence to change the world for the better, y’know?”
Al shook his head and exhaled deeply. “Okay, like what?”
“I dunno. Maybe start a few charities. Abolish shoulder-based dress code rules. Y’know, small stuff like that” she replied nonchalantly.
Diana was full of spontaneous ideas like that. But the thing is, Diana was the kind of person that could make those ideas come to life.
That’s why Albert Kleinman was severely in love with Diana Murphy.
“Al, I swear you are the only person that would skip a high school football game to read The Hobbit.”
Al groaned. “Dad, I’m really close to the end. I really REALLY would appreciate it very much if you left me alone right now.”
“…Scratch that. I know one other person. That person would be ME my senior year of high school” he remarked. Al planted his face into his book. “Hey bud, I wouldn’t care if you didn’t say last Wednesday that you were going with Diana Murphy. Did you cancel or-?”
“No, but she’ll understand if I can’t go” Al snapped.
Jared sighed. “Al… is this for the reason I think it is-“
“No! …Somewhat? Maybe?” Al closed the book and turned to look at Jared leaning against his door frame.
“Albert Kleinman, you are not going to keep pining and doing nothing about how you feel. It has been since the summer before junior year-“ he lectured.
“End of sophomore year, if you wanna be technical-“ Al added, sliding his hands through his hazelnut locks.
“That’s not better! It drives me and this whole family nuts. If Wiley wasn’t in college he’d be pulling his hair out. And frankly-“ Jared moved to sit on Al’s bed “It kills me to see you so-so- I don’t know, insecure about this? Because I know this seems like a huge conflict, but I promise you, it’s not” he assured. Al looked up at the ceiling, as if he was searching for a reply up there.
“Al- you’re a smart kid. And you two are best friends. Even if she says no, you two have a strong enough bond to make things work out okay in the end. Just- don’t let one challenge stand in the way of you being happy. I’ve let that happen before- believe me, it’s not a good idea.” Al breathed. His dad could be an asshole, but the worst part was that he was usually a correct asshole.
“Well…alright, I’ll go. I’ll text you when I’m there and leaving and such. Also-uh...thanks” Jared smiled and patted Al on the back.
As Jared left he shouted from the hall: “Remember, no matter what happens between you two don’t piss off Mr. Murphy! I learned MANY times firsthand that’s not a good idea!”
The marching band played the fight song. Some trombone was blasting much louder than they needed to be.
“Okay, Al, you’re the one with the musical brother, so… technically how good is our band?” Diana asked. Al shrugged, straining to avoid eye contact with her.
“They’re okay, but Wiley would probably say they were better when he was there. I’d say they look less crowded without his ego on the field.”
Diana scoffed. “You’re not wrong there…” she tapped him on the shoulder “…Hey, you ‘ight?” Al was first to turn his head towards her. Her honey-colored eyes shined under the lights, and her coffee brown locks framed her round face like a painting. Even worse: when Al realized how cold it was outside, he offered her an extra sweatshirt in his car. It was a little big, so Diana hid her hands in the sleeves. Fuck… she’s fucking adorable fuck, Al thought to himself. Diana waved her hands in front of his face. “Earth to Al, we have lost the signal, I repeat, earth to Al!” she teased.
“Huh-uh sorry Di” Al murmured.
Diana crossed her arms. “Al, what’s up? You’ve been off all week. Not coming to my house at all, paying zero attention in English- I repeat, ENGLISH, you damn bookworm- nearly blowing through an intersection, and you always keep your eyes on the road-“
Diana was prepared to keep going but Al interjected: “Okay, okay…you got me. I’m- well…” he figured it was time to be honest “it’s- uh- you.”
She tilted her head. “Me? I don’t understand.”
Al’s stomach turned. “Well, you know, its- I just- you know… it’s your ex.” He was kicking himself in his head at this point.
Diana tilted her head at an even stronger angle. “Um…what? I broke up with Layla months ago, and on good terms. She was going out of state and wanted to start fresh. How is that something to be worried about?”
“Nonono! I mean… do you think you’re gonna start dating again?” Al asked, immediately regretting his decision “Waitno that sounds bad sorry Imean um-“ he stammered.
Diana laughed dryly “Oooh I see. You think I need someone to be a knight in shining armor? Come on Al, you know better than that.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Al sighed. “I mean, I dunno, you seem like you’re interested in someone… maybe?” You are a garbage liar he criticized. He began to glare at his shoes, not wanting to say much.
“Is it that obvious?” Diana asked. Al immediately perked up his head. Diana sighed. “Well… you know Brenda Nox? She gestured to a brunette cheerleader waving her pom-poms. “She..she does things to me.” Diana crooned, followed by burying her face in her hands.
Al smiled softly and patted her on the back. “It’s okay. Unrequited love sucks…” Al swallowed harshly “…but you’ll make it work.”
“Thanks Al…but that’s not all. See, there’s another person I like too” She mumbled.
“Who?” Al questioned.
“I-I can’t even say. It’s really embarrassing, because I like them a lot, and I know they do too-” she confessed. “-But I want to wait for them. Because I know they can say it. And frankly, I think they should, because they need to know that if they want something…well, they should go for it.”
“Couldn’t agree more. And I hope this person gets their act together.” Al declared, even though her words made his heart sink. Yet, even so, something about her words made Albert have a small, hopeful voice say two words in his head: It’s you.
Al went into concessions to go to the bathroom. He thought he knew the terrain, it was his own high school, but that damn step down before he got to the bleachers always tripped him up- literally. He fell on his knee, catching the attention of a few girls from the visiting school.
“Ohhh wowww are you okaaay?” one of them slurred. When they offered their hand to help him up, he could smell the beer from the ground. He decided to pass and get up himself. “Are you okaaay? You gotta be bllleediiing or somethiiin’” she supposed.
Al took a couple of in-place steps. He knew such a small fall couldn’t affect his legs, but he had a habit of checking. The one girl that offered to pick him up still looked concerned and invested in Al for reasons he didn’t understand. “Oh! I’m fine! I have prosthetics, see?” he lifted his pant leg, then turned to the bleachers.
“Woooah wait. How’d-how’d that happeeen?” she asked, taking a wobbly step closer to him.
Great, he thought. Just try and make this quick. He inhaled and began. “I was in a car accident when I was 5. I was sitting behind the shotgun seat, and the crash impacted there the most. No one was sitting in front of me but the chair was thrown back and crushed my legs. Now if you’ll excuse me I-“
“O-M-G that must have been aawfuuullll!” she squealed a little too loudly, making Al wince. “You poooor thing…well I gotta say-“ she purred, taking a step towards Al. “-you still look preeetty tough to me.” The girl placed an arm on his bicep, causing him to freeze. She was obviously too intoxicated to put together a coherent thought, but he needed to get back to Diana. “Saaay if you feel like it, you aaand your prrreeetty blue eyes could maaaybe drivvve meee hooome, aaand-“
“You know, you’re not supposed to have alcohol on school grounds. There are teachers swarming the place, so I’d suggest you leave.” Al had never been more relieved. Diana was standing behind the girl, arms crossed.
The girl looked at Diana, then back to Al. She scoffed. “Guess I’ll leave you with your giiirlfriiiend.” she sang as she walked away. Al beamed at Diana. He saw her cheeks were pink, probably from the cold.
“Cocoa?” Diana asked. Al gave her a cup. Her smile returned.
“Come on, we’re at 3rd quarter already. We’re losing, but there might be a turn-around, you never know!”
The car ride home was silent, but Al’s mind was screaming. The incident with the girl left Al with a lot of questions. Was she jealous? Or was she just helping you as a friend? Or…both? Frankly, Al didn’t care anymore. At this point he didn’t think he would get any answers to his questions.
“Woah…Al, roll down the windows!” Diana commanded.
Her words got him out of his own question-spiral, but they led to yet another question. “Why the flying fuck would I do that?” he lashed out.
“…to look at the stars. Sorry, Al I didn’t mean to annoy you. Gotta love a short attention span…” her voice trailed off.
Al felt his stomach drop to the lowest it had this evening. He was practically sinking in his seat. “No…Diana you’re good. That one was on me.” He admitted.
Then, he got inspired.
“You don’t have to be home for another hour right?” Al asked.
“Hour AND a half! I made a case to my dad and he caved” she beamed.
“Okay, we’re gonna make a detour then” he declared.
After fifteen minutes of Diana’s nagging, they finally got there: the field where Al’s dad took him and his siblings as a kid to go stargazing. The best part is that he didn’t even have to take the time to get out of the car. He let the sun roof down, and Diana’s mouth immediately went agape. The black sky was littered with stars.
“…Al, you are really something, you know?”
“I mean...I guess I try.” Al took a deep breath. “Diana, there’s- there’s something I wanted to talk to you about” he stammered. Somehow, in exhaustion and hope, he thought this was a good idea.
“Oh jeez, did I do something? Look Al I know I’m blunt but if you ever get offended by something I say you know you can always tell-”
Al’s face turned red “Nononono you didn’t do anything wrong, I just-”
“Al if it’s about the girl earlier, you looked like you needed help.” he was now highly confused. “…It wasn’t me trying to be a knight in shining armor or pity you, I was just acting like I do- y’know, trying to help others when actually-“
“You’re really something else.” Al whispered, his face becoming much closer to hers than it was before.”
“What…what are you…” Diana tried to speak, but she was soon interrupted by Al’s lips slamming fiercely into hers. Al thought Diana tasted vaguely like cherry chapstick, but mostly hot chocolate, and he figured she thought the same. That was the last thought he had before succumbing to full bliss. Al’s hands were shaky, but they eventually found their way to Diana’s waist. Diana ruffled her fingertips through Al’s messy locks. He didn’t even feel this. He also didn’t feel his face burning up at her touch, or any other sensation. All Al felt in that moment was Diana’s lips pressing into his.
Al had never kissed a princess before. But once Diana left his car that night, after a silent-but-content drive home, he never wanted to stop.
#albert kleinman#diana murphy#fic#dear evan hansen fic#deh parent au#fluff#tw: alcohol#jared kleinman#connor murphy#dear evan hansen#parent au
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oh fuck... I was rewatching words fail and so big/so small (so was already crying lol), but then the so big/so small equivalent for the roleswap au came to me and now I am genuinely SOBBING
#I'm not gonna spoil it but...#it's not cynthia and connor#it's heidi and jared#zoe talks#deh reverse au#connor and his parents will get his own moment later dw#but god... why is my brain like this JKSFSKDJ this scene is RUINING me and I haven't even written it yet#thank you to the anon who sent me the ask about jare with the hansens/mama heidi#bc they've been on my mind ever since and that was absolutely the insp for this#im like 95% sure it was you charlie lol so if so... i love you thank you#when this is eventually finished i hope you enjoy some quality heidi and jared feels#or at least im really hoping it will be good#anyways#tears have stopped now so I can once again see my screen and get back to writing
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I wrote a few things about the Sticky Wall Parents AU :)) it's a little messy because I didn't really organize my thoughts at all, I just wrote as I went
(I now realized that I wrote a lot holy fuck)
- Post-canon
- Sticky wall in Assault On Abysus which guarded the lab from the OG Nanite Project is Violeta and Rafael Salazar
- and possibly an unknown third scientist that got caught up in the explosion
- Rex cures all EVOs in the world = parents are cured
- Parents are probably hungry (6 years w/out food has gotta be hard)
- And naked
- And disoriented, but that is a must.... man they in for a surprise
- So they probably go into a coma after waking up, yikes
- Alternative of VK finding them and taking them hostage or smth since he escaped on the finale IDK
- OR he does find them but Breach gets them to Providence because Breach is tired of VKs shit and Rex is her fren
- bruh, the shock. I mean, César got into the weird pod thing, and the thingy only let 15 minutes pass for him while over 5 years passed for the rest of the world. So he actually has aged less than a year and looks pretty much the same
- But Rex...... man, Rex is not only older and now a former GOD, but he also has no memory of them (aside from the few flashbacks we see him having of them) -- he did say in the finale that he remembered "everything", but he didn't specify if "everything" is *everything* or just the memories since the last blackout, so I'm going with the latter
- like "who are you?", "well, I was hoping you'd tell me, because, you see, I have amnesia, and César is terrible at actually telling me anything substantial about myself"
- man, I imagine rex just chilling with his friends after the finale because he literally cured the entire human race (for now, at least) and he deserves to chill and then, like, Six (because I think Holiday would occupied w the matter at hand and César would either be tending to it as well or just staring in shock) would be like "yeah, you need to come w me", "dude, it's literally been a day since I saved the world, what could you possibly need me for?" silence "what? is someone dying or something?!" longer silence, "......the opposite actually" to which Rex is like "right, ok, IG I'll go with you. I mean, last time someone came back to life, it was VK and that was a pain in the butt"
- ALSO I imagine their reaction to VK being a bit like César's. Like, "huh, that guy's still around" and "ugh, that freaking poser"
- Rex arriving at where his parents are and looking at them and looking at César and being like "CÉSAR DID YOU BRING THEM BACK FROM THE DEAD"
- (when, in reality, technically, it was Rex himself who did)
- Y'all know what, I'm making Rex have flashbacks and PLENTY of headaches caused by the flashbacks because I'm mean
- soooooooooooooooooooo I was thinking about how their parents would take the fact that Rex has been unofficially adopted by Six and Holiday and the first thing that sprung into my mind was that scene from Dear Evan Hansen where Evan's mother is talking to him after the dinner with the Murphy's (in which they offered to pay for Evan's tuition with what was supposed to be their dead son's tuition money) and she's like "They're not your parents! And *mocking tone* they're not your family!"
- Like, they wouldn't do it to be mean (Heidi wasn't doing that to be mean in DEH, even if it turned out to be a mean thing to say, she wanted to wake Evan up to the reality that he was fitting into a life that wasn't his while trying to ignore his problems). I think there would be a point where one of them just wouldn't be able to take it anymore: seeing their son living an entire different life that they had no option in being a part of (not to mention that César and Rex would probably be two of a very little number of things they still had from their old lives, so that piles on top of having to adjust) and there's these people that he considers more his family than his blood family
- and, dudes, Rex would be so awkward because on one hand he knows to some degree how they feel about being displaced, but, on the other hand, *bcause* he knows, he's even more awkward, because he knows that he couldn't be the person they expected even if he didn't have amnesia and he has absolutely zero idea what to do
- i mean, Rex doesn't even know them, but he wants them to be proud. Except that he also can't deny and completely brush aside what he has with Holiday and Six because they're literally the people he trusts the most in the world
- At some point, they get a house (idk, did they have a house?), and Rex reluctantly goes to live with them because, well, they're literally his parents (not to mention that Six and Hols would prob pick him up whenever he asked) and I imagine a scene where they're having breakfast or smth and having stilted conversation and Rex is
100% frustrated because they're all nervous and cautious around each other and no one knows how to act and no one wants to set anyone off or make anyone upset
- so Rex goes "hey how about we do an exercise", everyone is like "weird, but ok, what do you propose?", "so it's a fun game I do with people sometimes: we usually sit near each other in a way we can all see each other's faces, one of us starts by saying anything that's on our minds and we discuss it with the person when they're done. It's called "having a conversation", really fun, 10/10", "are you sassing us?", "no. I'm joking. I joke when I'm stressed.", "but you're always making jokes.", "yeah, well, I'm usually about to die... so you can see how I'd be a stressed person."
#sticky wall parents au#swp au#generator rex au#generator rex#genrex#gen rex#violeta salazar#rafael salazar#césar salazar#cezar salazar#caesar salazar#rex salazar#eli rants#au#gr au
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Prompt: Good for You ("Your Fault" version)
I'm thinking of an experimental prompt for my DEH AU fanfic. I'm not sure if it's going to be in the final product, but I wanted to try it out - in the same way I've tried writing a mashup of "Disappear" & "The Anonymous Ones" despite having no plans to put it in the final product.
So Good for You is my favorite Dear Evan Hansen song, and like many people, I was pissed off that it was removed from the film adaptation.
But it got me thinking about how even though Evan is clearly in the wrong for what he's done as a result of the lie, everyone calling him out isn't exactly blameless, even if they are sympathetic. Heidi is trying damn hard, but she is never home & not fully aware of her son's mental state. Jared has insecurities and probably has been hurt in the past by previous "friends," but he makes fun of Evan & insists they're just "family friends." Alana does care about not letting anyone be forgotten or feeling alone, but her taking all these positions in The Connor Project besides co-president suggests she also wants her involvement in The Connor Project to look good for college applications.
So you know the song "Your Fault" from Into the Woods in Act II? If you don't, basically everyone singing tries to blame each other for all the catastrophes that have happened since Act I, before they unanimously end up blaming it on the Witch, who calls them out for doing so.
I'm trying to imagine a version of "Good for You" where the cast (excluding Connor) call each other out, showing that the characters aren't black & white and that no one is 100% in the right nor 100% in the wrong.
To make it easier to understand how I'm imagining who is upset or angry at who & why, here's a breakdown:
Heidi -
Upset with Evan
Angry at Cynthia & Larry for treating Evan like the son they never had, even though they might not really know him.
Evan -
Upset with Heidi
Mad that Jared is now saying they're friends when he's been a jerk to him & insisting they're only "family friends" for his car insurance.
Feels Alana is a hypocrite for accusing him of not caring about what the The Connor Project means when it seems Alana wants The Connor Project to look good on college applications because of all her leadership positions in the project.
Is questioning if Zoe is really in love with him or is just clinging to him as an ideal to cope with everything that's been happening.
Jared -
Upset with Evan
Alana -
Upset with Evan
Zoe -
Starts thinking her parents are treating Evan like the son they always wanted because of how dysfunctional their lives with Connor was.
She's also questioning if Evan is really in love with her or is just clinging to her as an ideal.
Cynthia & Larry -
They begin doubting Evan's intentions, if he really does care about comforting and being there for them after Connor's death & making sure he's not forgotten, or if he is just using them to give himself a family life he never had.
I realized that it would be much easier to write lyrics for this version if the song was a little longer (longer than the original 3 minutes & 5 seconds), if it had two verses and a bridge before the final chorus.
If anyone has any suggestions for lyrics, let me know.
#dear evan hansen movie#dear evan hansen#deh fanfic#deh movie#deh musical#good for you#evan hansen#heidi hansen#zoe murphy#evan x zoe#zoevan#bandtrees#jared kleinman#alana beck#cynthia murphy#larry murphy#connor murphy
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Hey, wassup?
Aku baru aja namatin salah satu spin off dari AU Weishin yang judulnya The Parent Trap, judul spin offnya Wedding. Keren banget. Feelnya dapet banget karena penulisnya nulis pake kata-kata santai yang biasa lo denger sehari-hari. Jadi, ibaratnya, pas baca AU itu, lo kayak lagi liat langsung adegannya.
Keren, kan?
Banget, lah! Gila aja.
Aku mau cerita dari The Parent Trap nya dulu. Nah, belum tau kan ya WEISHIN itu sebutan buat ngeship Jinhyuk sama Wooseok yang dulu pernah sama-sama ikut Produce X 101, terus pernah satu boygroup juga di UP10TION. Tapi sekarang Jinhyuk mutusin buat solo career. Gila, deh. Aku gak tau mereka sebelumnya. Tapi, karakter yang dibuat sama penulis AU ini bener-bener keren banget sampe bikin aku mikir, cocok banget3x kalo dibayangin mereka kayak gitu di real life. Ahahaha, I mean, penulisnya berhasil gitu bawa pembaca buat terhanyut sama ceritanya, and it is a good thing, right? Asal gak sampe latah nyangkut pautin kehidupan asli idolnya sama AU. Apa yang ada di AU, stay aja di AU.
Sebenernya, banyak yang udah bilang, lo seenggaknya harus baca AU Weishin sekali seumur hidup karena saking bagusnya. Aku dulu gak langsung baca, sih, cuma di bookmark aja dulu. Dan, ya, AU The Parent Trap yang pertama aku bookmark. Terus, yang pertama aku baca juga karena penasaran banget makin banyak yang nyaranin.
And then, gila, mereka gak main-main! I mean, orang-orang yang bilang lo harus baca AU Weishin sekali seumur hidup. Plis, keren banget. Cantik banget mau nangis.
Dari judulnya, foto-foto buat penunjang ngegambarin AU-nya, dan alur serta karakter yang dibangun, all is perfect. Penulisnya se-detail itu buat aku pribadi. Dia mastiin pembacanya bisa ngerasain apa yang karakternya lagi rasain. Dan emang bener, kalau mereka lagi sedih, seneng, kecewa, serius deh nyesek, bahagia, pengin nangisnya juga ikut kerasa.
Jadi, The Parent Trap ini intinya nyeritain tentang Wooseok sama Jinhyuk yang udah cerai selama 5 tahun. Mereka punya dua anak yang diadopsi, namanya Yohan (kakak) sama Jinwoo (adek). Nah, Yohan ikut sama Wooseok, sementara Jinwoo ikut sama Jinhyuk. Pas banget, Yohan sama Jinwoo yang udah 5 tahun gak ketemu, terus ketemu lagi malah bikin rencana buat ngembaliin semuanya kayak semula. Alias, ngusahain biar Jinhyuk sama Wooseok rujuk lagi, dan mereka bisa bareng-bareng lagi. Dari situlah ceritanya dimulai. Wkwkwk, ngakak banget, terus nyesek juga.
Serius, ini sebenarnya ceritanya ringan. Konfliknya gak terlalu berat. Tapi emang gimana ya, maybe justru karena itu, ceritanya jadi relate sama kehidupan sehari-hari. Ditambah, penulisnya juga jago banget pake mainin kata-kata yang bikin pembacanya kleyengan saking bagus dan kerennya.
Gitu, deh. Bagus.
Terus, buat yang spin offnya yang judulnya Wedding, itu nyeritain Wooseok sama Jinhyuk pas sebelum nikah. Sama. Keren juga. Nangis juga, huhu.
Plis, baca aja. Gak akan nyesel. Penulisnya @.dulcetines di twitter.
Best Regards,
malinotkundang
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thanks @263adder for tagging me!! i hadn't looked at them all in a while tbh
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs (but I have so many).
Literally never going to tag so many people im sorry!!
things you don't come back from (original angsty family bullshit that might become DEH, treebros)
how this river flows (DEH, treebros)
one black rose - for goodbyes (TUA, fiveya, childhood AU)
rainbow coloured skin (TUA, fiveya, soulmate AU)
what hides beneath (DEH, treebros, Stranger Things AU)
hufflepuff love bc fuck jk everyone's gay (DEH, treebros, hogwarts AU)
chapter one rotten (criminal minds, future fic, weird IT AU)
pen pals shit (DEH, treebros)
original clusterfuck (original WIP, fantasy setting, gay gay gay)
klaus would suck as a parent a novel by me (TUA, slight fiveya and alluther, klaus centric)
oh shit here he comes (TUA, fiveya, s1 AU)
Tagging: @pinkskyredclouds and whoever idk, i just want to know how many of you have almost forgotten WIPs in your folder.
Show your faces, disorganized writers.
#dear evan hansen#deh#the umbrella academy#tua#cm#criminal minds#treebros#fiveya#wips#connor murphy#evan hansen#number five#vanya hargreeves#klaus hargreeves
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consider: parent swap AU
Evan is Larry and Cynthia Murphy’s only child and they expect a lot from him.
He’s terrified of disappointing Larry, who expects him to get the best grades, the best test scores, the best rec letters, and Cynthia, who expects him to be someone she can show off and boast about at Larry’s office parties and at the yoga studio. Evan never talks to them about how he’s too scared to talk to people, how he sits alone at lunch, how he feels like nobody would even notice if he disappeared. He doesn’t tell them about how his only friend--Alana, who lives in his neighborhood and who is speeding towards a bright, amazing future without him--is too busy with extracurriculars to spend time with him anymore. He doesn’t tell them how he really broke his arm, and they don’t ask.
Despite being anxious and withdrawn, Cynthia and Larry never take him to a therapist, despite his guidance counselor telling them that he would benefit from something like that. Larry doesn’t think his son needs to go to a therapist to talk about his feelings and Cynthia doesn’t think having a child in therapy would look very good.
When Evan gets his license--which Larry guilts him into doing, because “you can’t expect me and your mother to drive you around whenever you need, Evan, we have other things we need to do”--he starts going out to the national park he remembers his parents taking him to when he was little. He likes to climb up in the trees and appreciate how beautiful everything looks from up there. That’s where he breaks his arm the summer before senior year.
Evan started memorizing tree facts in middle school because, whenever he starts to feel nervous, reciting tree facts to himself helps him calm down a little bit. That works until halfway through high school when it suddenly seems like nothing can alleviate his anxiety, not even for a second.
Connor and Zoe are Heidi’s kids, and Heidi’s the Best Mom.
The moment Connor started acting out in elementary school--read: the moment Connor threw a printer at his teacher--Heidi took him to a psychologist so he could get help, and she’s been supportive every step of the way. She doesn’t coddle him too much and she trusts him to be careful with his medication and to do his therapy homework. When she finds out he’s been smoking pot, she doesn’t fly off the handle and ground him or get angry at all, really. She just tells him to not make a habit of it and to make good decisions.
Heidi doesn’t focus all her attention on Connor, though--she cares a lot about Zoe too, and she takes off of work to go to her jazz band concerts and gives Zoe pamphlets for colleges with good music programs so she can start thinking of where she’d like to go. When Zoe was little, Heidi took a few days off over one summer and painted the ceiling of Zoe’s room to look like the night sky. It’s really just black with a bunch of tiny dots, but Zoe loved it.
Connor and Zoe fight. A lot. Heidi steps in when things get nasty and sends Connor to his room to cool off. He’ll usually come back out to find Zoe watching Grey’s Anatomy or Scandal on the couch in the living room a few hours later. Connor apologizes and Zoe reminds him that just because he’s depressed doesn’t mean he gets to be an asshole and Connor promises to do better.
At school, Connor spends most of his time with Zoe or Jared, their family friend who likes to be an asshole just because. Jared may be an insensitive douche 99% of the time, but Connor likes his dumb commentary when they play mind-numbing video games after school, so he doesn’t mind having him around. Much.
One day, some asshole in the hall is giving Connor shit about his hair and lo and behold there’s Evan, laughing at him. If there’s one person at this school who’s a bigger loser than Connor, it’s Evan. He has no friends--the only person Connor’s ever seen him talk to is Alana, and Connor’s pretty sure Alana just talks to everyone because that’s what high-strung overachievers who spend their summer break boosting their resume do. They talk to the losers, throw them a bone once in a while. Connor gets pissed and, because he’s a dumbass who does dumb shit, he pushes Evan and immediately feels guilty because fuck the kid’s got a broken arm and here Connor is, pushing him on his first day of his senior year, and that’s just a real dick move.
Connor tells Zoe about pushing Evan and she tells him that he needs to go apologize, so he tracks him down at the end of the school day in the library, because of fucking course Evan goes to the library after school. From what Connor’s heard Alana say in Chemistry, Evan’s a shoo in for being salutatorian, so he probably spends all of his time studying. Connor accosts Evan as he’s getting ready to leave, probably heading to track practice. Connor’s seen Evan run a few times and, to be completely honest, Evan’s awful at it; he’s probably doing it for his parents’ sake or because he thinks doing some kind of sport will look good on college applications.
Connor apologizes and Evan acts all flustered, saying that it’s fine, that it was his fault. Connor signs his cast--signs his name in big ass shaky letters because then it won’t be so obvious that this kid has no friends. He won’t lie; he feels bad for Evan. Evan’s awkward and anxious as fuck and he reminds Connor of himself a little bit.
After that, Connor starts saying hi to Evan in the hallway and tracking him down at lunch so they can sit together. He introduces Evan to Zoe--which is awkward as hell because Evan is horrible at hiding that he has a massive hard on for Connor’s sister and he stumbles through an introduction that is, quite frankly, painful to watch. He introduces Evan to Jared and Jared immediately starts being an asshole to him, because that’s the Jared Kleinman Way, but Connor tells him to fuck off sometimes because Evan is sensitive and seems to have trouble telling when something’s a joke not an insult and the whole point of introducing Evan to people was to help Evan make more friends, not to make Evan more miserable.
When Connor invites Evan over to his house the first time, he introduces Evan to Heidi and Heidi absolutely loves him. She treats him like he’s her own kid and, over the next few months, Heidi becomes a kind of second mom to Evan. She even talks to his parents about letting him go to therapy and, after a few tense conversations, Larry and Cynthia agree to take him to see someone.
Eventually, Evan admits how he broke his arm to Connor. He tells him about how hopeless he felt, how he figured nobody would even notice if he disappeared. He also tells him about how grateful he is to Connor. Evan has friends now--he has Connor and Zoe and Jared and Alana. He’s getting the help he’s desperately needed for years because of Connor and Heidi. Evan gets all teary eyed and Connor pats his shoulder and tells him its no big deal. Connor tells him that Evan is the best friend he’s ever had.
Evan tells Alana and Zoe and Jared about what happened after his conversation with Connor, and they’re amazing. They don’t get upset and they don’t make it about themselves. Alana suggests they start a group--an organization to help kids who feel the way Evan did, the way they all have at one time or another.
Connor and Evan are co-presidents, Alana is vice president, Zoe is treasurer, and Jared is... well Jared is there, and that’s what counts.
Connor gets a scholarship to the state university and Evan gets admitted to a few different schools but settles on going to the state university with Connor. They request each other as roommates and spend the next four years screwing around, being dumb young adults, and it’s better than anything Evan could have imagined for himself.
#deh#parent swap au#evan hansen#connor murphy#zoe murphy#jared kleinman#alana beck#heidi hansen#larry murphy#cynthia murphy
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A BMC/DEH crossover AU where Jared and Jeremy are identical twins. Their parents split years earlier in this timeline, Jared went with their mom, and Jeremy's never really forgiven him for it.
The plot kicks into gear when Jared comes to visit post-Squipcident and gets to meet all of Jeremy's new friends for the first time. Several shenanigans, coming outs, and making ups ensue.
Put “📓” or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I’ll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven’t written but daydream about.
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Ok but IT/DEH au where Jared’s the adopted son of Richie and Eddie
-Jared? 100% Richie's son. Will say whatever he wants when he wants and often gets into trouble because of it.
-Jared is biologically Eddie's son that he had with his ex wife but was adopted as a baby.
-They live about an hour away from Derry now in northern New Hampshire. When they moved, they quickly met their neighbors Heidi and Evan.
-Evan and Jared have been friends since. As much of friends as you can be with Jared.
-He uses his bio-mom's maiden name because he didn't want to have to spell out Kaspbrak-Toizer on all his papers.
-Richie's still a comedian but he mostly works by doing online comedy specials.
-Eddie was a pretty bad helicopter parent (not without reason) and is constantly worrying over Jared.
-Jared still isn't allowed to drive a car on his own to this day. Evan doesn't get why Jared's just, he'd be happy to have a dad as involved as they are.
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The first time the DEH crew kids said mom or dad.
Wiley Kleinman: Jared was taken aback at first. Suddenly, the whole concept of being a father and raising a human being became real to him all over again.
Albert Kleinman: He’s just so proud of him, he can’t stop smiling
Wynn Kleinman: Bursts into tears almost instantly
Abigail Kleinman: She repeats it 30 seconds after Wynn does, and therefore Jared bursts into tears for a second time
Dawn Hansen: He actually gets really anxious because the reality of him being a father almost becomes too much,
Natasha Hansen: He gets quiet for a little bit then smiles softly
Lucas Hansen: Grins and says “Yeah…yeah I’m your dad Lucas.”
Diana Murphy: “Y/N DI CALLED ME DAD AND I FEEL ALL WARM AND TINGLY INSIDE HELP THIS IS NOT MY AESTHETIC.”
Adam Murphy: He says “Bye Dad!” one day before leaving for school after a particularly rough night. Connor, now alone in the house, just gets on his knees and sobs for 8 minutes.
Logan Muphy: They run up to Zoe and shout “mommy!” one day out of the blue. Zoe tries not to cry. She fails once they hug her.
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