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shanks and buggy denden au where:

the crew kinda splits up in the 2 year gap before roger's death and in an effort to make sure their sons cabin boys are alright, rayleigh puts them on the ship denden plan

so their little apt in loguetown has two dendens, one in the living room and one in their bedroom

they use it all the time. to call oden and toki, to call spencer. even to call roger, hoping that he'll pick up. (he never does)

phone calls are nice but nothing beats talking face to face and visual dendens are on the market they're just super fuckin expensive and both shanks and buggy are saving up for one. it'll be nice to see momo amd hiyori again.

anyway the execution happens and then the loguetown breakup and they pack up their apt in complete silence, each of them taking one denden.

(it'll be a decade and a half before they see each other again.)

they both expect the phone plan to just get cancelled but one day the mail seagull comes to them with a denden bill. turns out, the pirates denden company just grandfathered them into the old plan.

and you know what? it's not like they have any money and this plan is cheaper than all the other plans the company offers so they keep it. they get two separate numbers for the both of them and they dont think about it.

they decided to alternate the months they paid after one very terse call. or that was the plan but shanks is sooo forgetful all the fucking time and he never pays his denden bill on time. it ends up being buggy paying 8 months out of the year and shanks paying the other 4

(benn ends up setting up auto pay 5 years into traveling with shanks. what? it's not like they're broke.)

anyway buggy ends up becoming the terror of the east blue and shanks goes onto become an emperor and still neither of them change their numbers. they don't have the heart to.

and it's not something they consciously think about but sometimes when buggy gets drunk enough, he'll pull out his old ass denden book and trace his fingers over shanks' number. and if shanks is drunk enough he'll get halfway through dialing buggy's number before his brain catches up to what he's doing and stopping

anyway skip to marineford, and shanks is giving buggy a ride back to his ship. when they finally arrive at the island buggy's ship was docked on, both crews decide to throw a "im so fucking glad we lived through that/ captain buggy's the greatest!" party

buggy desperately tries to avoid shanks and shanks is literally holding himself back from looking for buggy but the party goes on and they get drunker and eventually they gravitate towards each other.

bc of course they do. they were shanksandbuggy, buggyandshanks, long before they were part of their respective crews. so they both sneak away from the party and they end up in shanks' room, with shanks sitting on the bed and buggy on his lap, curled around each other.

it feels just like their apt all those years ago. all those quiet nights on their fourth-hand couch, that they spent curled together -- buggy reading a book and shanks quietly talking his ear off.

(it was easier then. those two years where they had an apt together and the air was still heavy with the scent of hope. it was smth to look forward to -- 2 years and then captain will come back and there will be new adventures!

shanks got a job at the docks and buggy tried at least 17 different jobs before settling at a bookstore. and he'd go to work early in the morning and come back late at night to buggy in his hoodie, making dinner, ranting about rude customers.

and on weekends they'd both sleep in and cook breakfast together. or well buggy would cook breakfast, shanks would sit on the countertops and make buggy laugh. and then they'd spend the day inside or go out to eat. and it was good. better than good even. shanks could almost see why people stayed on land.

and then the execution happens and their father's blood stains the cobblestones crimson red and they seperate and then just as quickly as it started, it ends.)

that's when buggy notices the denden.

🤡: you still have that thing? 🍶: yes of course 🤡: and your number is still the same? 🍶: ....yeah. you? 🤡: yeah, never changed it. 🍶: why'd you keep it all these years?

and buggy may be drunk and his inhibitions may be lowered but he's still buggy at heart so he gives some bullshit answer

🤡 looking away: it was cheaper

and shanks knows he's fucking lying bc it may have been years since he last saw buggy but who knows buggy better than he does? who knows shanks better than buggy does?

🍶: c'mon bugs, tell me the truth. why'd ya keep it all these years? 🤡 unwilling to give in first: why'd you keep it all these years? 🍶: because i kept hoping that you'd be on the other end.

and buggy is floored.

🤡: .... what? 🍶: i kept hoping that if i kept my number the same, you'd call one day. 🍶: i can't tell you how many times i've picked up the denden, hoping it was you on the other end. 🍶, laughing sadly: i kept it all these years because of you. and you never called, not once. 🍶, cupping 🤡 face with his hand: why'd you never call bugs?

shanks is tearing up and buggy has already started the waterworks

🤡, sniffling: you knew where i was. why didn't you ever come and see me? 🍶: can you honestly say that you would've seen me? you probably would've told me to leave. so i stayed away. 🤡 hitting 🍶on the chest: idiot! i probably would've called at some point if you had came to me. but you never did and i just took it as a sign that anything we had was done and over. 🍶, grabbing 🤡 hands and staring into his eyes: how could you ever think we'd be done and over? it's only ever been you for me. only you. 🤡, full on crying by this point: idiot, idiot, idiot!

they're both curled over each other sobbing into each other's shoulder bc they could've had this the entire time but they were too fucking stupid

🍶: why'd you keep the denden, bugs? 🤡: haven't you figured it out by now? it was the only thing i had left of you. 🍶: you're such a fuckin sap, bugs. 🤡, blushing: shut up

#anyway that's all i have for now!#anyway if you have any ideas about the denden au then feel free to add on!#uhh the dialogue is so shitty here #but i only had enough for an outline #the dialogue deity only comes to me when i have a proper story idea #the pirates have their own denden companies bc using the legal ones is how you get caught #and the denden seagulls are so fucking vicious if you miss a payment. persistent too.#anyway auto pay in this sense is that benn leaves a pouch of berries in the same place each time and the seagull just takes it #denden au #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #op buggy #akagami no shanks #shanks one piece #op shanks #shuggy #shanks x buggy #one piece

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mxdarling · 17 days

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[“put that down! you’ll hurt yourself with that.” / “you’re so pretty when you smile.”]

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ೃ⁀➷: summary: idia bought a new multiplayer game, and he wants to play it with his player one, you.

ೃ⁀➷: word count: 2.3k (2334)

ೃ⁀➷: reference/Inspiration: playlist

ೃ⁀➷: event: [200 followers event]

[author's note:] JDJDKD MORE IDIA CONTENT WOOHOOO this was supposed to be his belated birthday gift from me but uhh cough cough writer block hit me like a bitch soo.. didn't finish before new years, and it's now like- 4 months late??? anyways, thank you anon for requesting idia with dialogue #3 and #7!! my last yandere idia work had him a little creepy so i made him cute this time loll i hope it's to your satisfaction anon!

[warnings:] lowercase, yandere behavior, more fluff than yandere, established relationship, reader is a gamer, cuddling, kisses, reader is ticklish, poor explanation of game mechanics, mentions of fear for judgement, reader is portrayed as a crybaby, one paragraph mentions idia being a creep, game is a rip-off of minecraft (fantasy version), toxic teammates.

[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me. i don’t condone this type of behavior, this is merely just for entertaining purposes and some sort of coping mechanism for me. if you continue to read beyond this point, ignoring my warnings, i am not responsible for your actions from here on out.

[GN reader]

IDIA SHROUD seemed to be in a good mood today, at least according to what you've seen so far. probably because his latest purchase is the cause of his being in such an upbeat mood. not that you're complaining; it was rather cute seeing him all excited and giddy when he found a new game to play. it's like a whole new, different side of him comes out whenever he starts to ramble about the features of the game and why he should absolutely play it right now. of course, as his player one, you're automatically going to be the first person he's going to play with. not that you mind, really. playing with idia was always a fun experience; it reminded you a lot of how you would spend your free time back in your world.

(those days of laziness, those days of unproductivity where you did nothing but lay down on your bed and do nothing—no school work to do, no club activities to do, no studying for an upcoming exam—just pure idleness. then when you're bored, you could just use your phone, PC, or iPad to entertain you as the day goes by, playing nonstop until late hours in the evening. god, you miss those days.)

you often wondered what genre of video games this new world had to offer. you knew that it wouldn't be so different from your own world, but you weren't sure just how many of your friends were affiliated with gaming entertainment. out of fear that judgement would be placed upon you if you shared this interest of yours, your love for video games has been hidden—so to find someone else (with that someone else being idia) that likes video games and is very well versed in them is a dream come true. it was a long process to get him to play with you, let alone consider you a friend and not try to avoid you every 2 seconds—still, it was a feat you were proud of because now you get to experience many, many different sides of idia that you would have never known 9 months ago.

(you once heard idia curse like at least twenty times in one breathe when one of his teammates was being shitty and a prick, he sounded so angry and scary that you backed into a corner to avoid getting burnt by his scorching, bright red hair that grew the more angrier he got. the only reason he stopped was when he heard quiet sobs in the corner of his room and turned around away from his computer to see you huddled in the corner of his room. quickly he went over there, completely abandoning his game and comforting you. he hates seeing his cute prefect cry, especially because of him, he's not the great at comforting but when he hugged you so tightly, your quiet sobs turned into silence. right then and there he swore to never be the reason you're crying and when you do, he'll be right there with you.)

you are currently cross-sitting in his very comfy bed, watching as idia set up two controllers and plugged in the PCs to turn them on (you're still surprised he's got more than 2 PCs, which, if you really think about it, his family background makes it make sense). after waiting for the PCs to turn on, he then connects the controllers to the PCs and opens up the game on both screens. you would insist on helping him set up, but due to you literally being isekai'd into this unknown world of twisted wonderland, you aren't too familiar with many things besides the whole magic stuff—plus, you aren't too keen on breaking any of idia's stuff because of your lack of knowledge on how to do technology.

(technology in general is so extremely confusing, you would argue wholeheartedly all day and all night, and idia would agree with you and low-key flex on how knowledgeable he is in the field of technology, just to impress you and show how reliable he is. secretly, he likes it when he's useful to you.)

"sorry! it took a while to set up..." in slightly shaking hands, he hands over the controller to you while holding the other in his free hand. he looked rather nervous when he faced you to give the controller, like he's worried he wasted your time waiting for him. it reminded you of a puppy looking up to its owner apologetically when they did something wrong, so cute, you thought, adorable even, you added.

"haha! it's okay! you didn't take that long anyway." you gave him a reassuring look, a soft smile, and bright eyes, showing him that you weren't bothered by having to wait a bit as he set up for you two to play.

both screens show the in-game loading screen, and the bar quickly fills up due to the fast internet speed (one you're quite envious of). slowly it fades to the starting screen, where a big text is bouncing 'tap to start' in both of your faces. Idia presses to start immediately, wanting to get into gameplay as fast as he can while you take a moment to admire the visual aspects and effects of the game in silent awe. you always had a thing for the visual stuff that was shown in-game. by slowly pressing the button on your control, you enter the game and begin a fantastical journey with idia.

“put that down! you’ll hurt yourself with that.” he says worriedly as he watches you damage your avatar's HP bar this early in gameplay. usually he gets really annoyed when he plays with noobs and normies; they stink at comprehending basic knowledge, do dumb things in-game, ask too many questions, and ruin the whole gameplay experience for him. 'ugh, how annoying.' is his usual reaction to such—of course he wouldn't think of that towards you! never ever would he ever think this way towards you; even if you do things noobs and normies usually do, he can't bring himself to be annoyed—you were too cute in his eyes. he would never admit this to your face, though, and he still gets red just at the thought of him thinking you are cute. It's true though; don't get him wrong, but... the embarrassment that comes with thinking about these thoughts is just too much for his poor little heart! honestly, he's for sure that one day you'll be the death of him, does he care though? not really; in fact, he would probably love that.

(he blushes so hard whenever he thinks of you in his clothes; it's the way your natural scent clings onto his shirts, the way his shirts made you even cuter than you already are—one of the only reasons he doesn't wash his clothes immediately because he wants to savor your smell to memory. he's a creep, yes, but he's one devoted creep.)

"whoops! sorry didn't see that, haha..." nervously laughing at your mistake, you eat whatever consumable you have in your inventory to try and restore as much health as you lost. as your avatar munches on the food in its hand, from the corner of your screen, you can see idia's avatar walking towards you. once it's near enough to your avatar, you can see the animation of a bunch of items being dropped and your inventory picking up due to the proximity between the items and your avatar. you opened your inventory, curious about what he just gave you since it looked like quite a lot of items, and confused about why he was giving you so many items in the first place. your eyes widen in shock as the items he's given you are one stack of steak, every weapon in-game (sword, axe, pickaxe, shovel, hoe), but in steel, and a full set of steel armor.

your mouth continues to gape open as you put on the armor set on your avatar. how did he get so much stuff this fast? it hasn't even been an hour yet! "where.. did you get so much stuff!?" you ask naively, following idia around as you don't want to get lost, die, and lose all your stuff. "stole half of those from villages, some from mining, and a few from trading" he says so casually as he continues to walk in an unknown direction, like this was a regular thing for him, not to mention this was a hard difficulty! he's playing this game like it's not easy mode! "could've gotten more if it weren't for those stingy mobs..." furrowing his eyebrows, he let out a small huff of frustration, pressing slightly harder on the buttons on his controller, not noticing how your mouth dropped down even further at his passing comment. as she presses on, walking in an unknown direction, you're hit with the hundredth reminder that he's on a whole other level than you when it comes to gaming.

three hours in, and you guys decided to play on public servers, where you'll get to play different game modes other than the usual story and survival modes. once the two of you picked a game to play, the room quickly filled with laughter, shouting, incoherent grumbling, screams of terror, and many more in between. you two decided to save a team game as last since idia wasn't enthusiastic about playing together with other players because he just wanted to play with you, and there was an underlying fear that you would encounter toxic teammates. but since you were practically begging him to just try it at least once, he couldn't help but give in to your pleas.

it was fun, he supposed. it wasn't as annoying or infuriating as he thought it would be, but he still had to keep up not making really snarky remarks when certain players were interacting with you. he'd hate to have you see such a mean, ugly, and disgusting side of him. other than that, it was an okay experience. he thinks it would've been better if it was just him and you on a team; wouldn't it be kind of romantic? you and him against everyone else?

then what he feared most would happen actually happened. suddenly some fucking jerk is screaming insults at you for not being good enough, and before that teammate got two more words in, he exploded on them. curses upon curses spit out his mouth in rapid speed, and the voices of that said teammate slowly but surely die down as their ego and pride go down with them. in the midst of anger and chaos between him and the teammate, you could feel tears building up inside you; everything around you started to blur, and the sounds that filled your ears were starting to get tuned out. you couldn't even hear that idia stopped screaming curses, turned off both PCs, and went to take the controller from your hand, lift you up into his lap, and slowly wrap his arms around you.

once he had you fully in his grasp, he tightened his grip, making sure not to let you get away from him. he wasn't good at words, especially when trying to comfort someone, but seeing you cry was making him cry too. he did, after all, swear to always be with you when you cry. raising one of his hands, he placed it at the back of your head and gently pushed towards his neck. then his hand went down to rub your back, up and down, up and down, at a slow pace. letting you cry it all out in peace while also letting you know he's there with you.

a few minutes have passed, and your sobs have gone silent. your eyes have become droopy and sleepy, and it feels almost impossible to keep them open. suddenly, a hand lifts your chin, and you feel a pair of lips come into contact with your forehead. it wasn't like a quick kiss; no, the kiss lasted for at least a few seconds before pulling away. even then, upon pulling away, you feel another kiss on your cheek, this time a little quicker than the forehead kiss. then another kiss on your other cheek, then another on your nose, another on your jawline, another on your earlobes, and finally, his lips hovered over your own lips.

you could feel the hesitation when he let out a nervous breath; the thought of your lips on his always sends him into an electrifying and drunken daze. he can't think straight when he's this close to you, but even then, it gives him an unusual feeling of contentment and confidence. the luck he has to be able to snag such an adorable, cute, amazing, and beautiful person like you in his life. he almost can't believe it. swallowing his own nervousness for your comfort, he presses against your soft lips delicately. soon after making physical contact with your lips, he feels a smile form on your face—a small smile, yet it was enough for him. any smile from you is enough for him, because seeing you happy is the best view he could ever lay his eyes on.

feeling out of breath, he's the first to let go but also the first to frown at the loss of touch. i want to stay like this forever, he thought as he watched you emit a giggle after the kiss. fire burns brightly in his heart, and he starts to wonder if you being the death of him will really come true. his cheeks burn that ever-warm red that he knows you've seen many, many times before, but he can't help it. when you pull him into a world through rose-tinted glasses, no way could he be immune to such an effect.

"i really can’t take it when you cry like that… smile for me, alright? you’re so pretty when you smile."

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hwere · 12 days

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SydCarmy | T | 2k words.

Prompt: “Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating” © | AO3.

Tags: established relationship, dialogue heavy, tomfoolery.

“So, we’ve been secretly dating for three months now. I-I think we should tell the staff. For transparency’s sake, y’know? What d’you think?” Sydney’s pacing in the kitchen. She took off her shirt after spilling coffee all over it and has yet to go grab a new one. Carmy’s very much enjoying the view of his girlfriend only dressed in a burgundy bra and jeans.

It takes a minute for him to peel off his eyes from her torso and meet her gaze. “You were the one that suggested for us to take it slow, so it’s your decision. ‘m cool with whatever, Syd.” His eyes drifted down back to her smooth exposed skin.

“God, you're such an unhelpful perv,” she throws her dirty shirt at his face, he catches just in time, grinning. “I’m being serious, Carm. We’re their boss and-and our relationship could make things, like, awkward or impact the business, alright? We have to be careful.”

“We’re being careful, Syd. As careful as a relationship between two chefs who run a restaurant together can go,” he shrugs. “We don’t have to tell them, if you’re feeling so pressured about it. We can keep things low and wait for a better opportunity.”

She sighs, halting the pacing. “I know that our private life is our business only and all that, but I don’t know,” it’s her time to shrug, coming closer. Carmy immediately pushes his chair back, beckoning her to sit on his lap; she gladly complies. “I really feel like we owe them transparency about the change in our relationship.”

Carmy hums, occupied kissing and biting her neck.

“God, you are a perv,” she’s giggling, squirming in his arms. “C’mon, Carm. Or we’re gonna be late again.”

“Oh, here’s something that I learned in therapy,” he stops his ministrations on her neck, leaning back on the chair to look at her. “It’s okay to care and worry about things, but you can’t let that dictate how you live your life.”

“Oh, yeah? Please say more, Doctor Freud.” Sydney is grinning; returning his lustful gaze through her thick, long lashes. Makes a show of biting her bottom lip.

“Be a little shit about it, Syd.” He rolls his eyes, manhandling Sydney on his lap. He tightens his hold of her, stands up; carrying her bridal style. “I’m gonna show you something real Freudian.”

They’re late for work, again.

A ‘better opportunity’ ends up presenting itself a few days later on the biweekly original staff’s meeting. Something that Richie, of all people, suggested to improve their communication and teamwork; a safe space—except for Fak, as Richie proclaimed as the self-proclaimed HR—to throw ideas and voice your complaints. It proved to be a success so far.

“Does anyone have anything else to add?” Carmy asks, looking up from his clipboard. They’re on the front of the house, an hour after closing. “Alright. Sydney.” He doesn’t elaborate, just waits. She’s sitting beside Natalie, laughing about something.

“Yeah?”

“Didn’t you have something to say?”

She’s momentarily lost, chuckles nervously when she realizes what he’s referencing. “Oh. You wanna do this right now?”

“Now’s as good a time as any,” he nods. Only under torture would Carmy ever admit out loud that putting Sydney on the spot like that was his way to get payback from her not shutting down immediately a customer’s repeatedly attempts to flirt with her earlier. The man really had the audacity to come to their restaurant to flirt with his girl.

“Carm…” She stands up, comes close. “Are you sure?”

“You were the one that suggested, Syd. Are you sure?” He’s slightly aware that he’s probably being shitty right now, but Sydney only gives him a pointed look, shakes her head and turns around to face the staff.

“Fucking spill it already, Syd. We all wanna go home,” Richie urges, nonchalantly dusting his lapels. The rest of the staff makes noises of agreement.

“We, uhh. I-I mean, me and Carmy, we’re… uhh,” she looks around the room, scratching her brow. Her eyes land on his and she takes a deep breath, facing the crew once again. “We’re dating.” Her voice comes out firm. “We’ve been dating for about three months now and we just thought to, like, tell you about it for transparency’s sake. Yeah.” She finishes, nodding.

The room is silent for some uncomfortable seconds.

“Kinda late for an April’s Fool joke, no?” As always, Richie’s the first one to voice his thoughts.

“Three months?” Natalie says, stunned.

“Mami, what about the guy you were seeing?” Tina asks, scrunching her eyebrows. “What’s his name? Alex?” Carmy turns to Sydney, who absolutely refuses to look at him.

“Who’s Alex, Syd?” He inquires.

“It was, like, two dates, T.” She ignores him. “And Richie, you’re always calling us mom and dad. What do you mean by April’s Fool joke?”

“Yeah. As a joke, Syd. You’re not even his type,” Richie sniffs.

“I’m sorry?” Sydney barks at the same time Carmy goes “Richie. Shut the fuck up!” The older man puts his hands up in mocked surrender. “Sydney. Who the fuck is Alex?”

“Yo, Syd. Weren’t you the one saying that dating in the workplace was weird and inappropriate?” Marcus asks and there’s something in his voice that forces Carmy to look between the two of them. Sydney seems mortified, scratching her brows again.

“Y-Yeah. I, hm, did say that.”

“What about Claire, Carmy? I thought you were trying to get back with her.” Of course Fak would feel the need to mention his ex in the conversation, as if the whole thing wasn’t uncomfortable enough as it was.

“We broke up months ago, Fak. I haven’t seen her since.”

“I think it was more than two dates with the Alex guy, Syd. I ran into you guys once and there were at least two times that you showed up late,” Gary offers, resting his chin on his hand.

“That was a, hm, a different guy, Sweeps.” Carmy almost has a whiplash due to how fast he whips his head around to look at her. So, at some point she saw two different guys and there was something between her and Marcus? And he didn’t know about it?

“Everybody, shut the fuck up,” Natalie demands and the room goes quiet. “So, you’re actually dating each other? Dating as in dating? Not an elaborate prank or something?” She inquires, looking suspiciously between the two of them.

“Yes!” They answer at the same time.

“Okay… I have questions. How did that happen?” Natalie crosses her arms.

“That’s none of your business, Sugar,” Carmy says, starts to blush.

“Which sounds like a code to we were fucking this whole time. Wait a min—holy shit. They’ve been using the working on the menu thing excuse to fuck around!” Richie puts his fist in front of his mouth, laughing. When Carmy and Sydney stutter a retort at the same time, his laughter grows louder. “I can’t fucking believe it!”

“That’s an HR violation, Richie.” Marcus offers, seemingly taking pity on them.

“Well, Syd and Cousin over here walked themselves into this one.”

“Oh, just like you walked into my knife, Richie?”

“Point taken.” Once again, he puts his hands up in mocked surrender.

“Richie, are you allergic to shutting the fuck up or something?” Natalie groans. “I still have questions! How did no one find out? Like, none of you were not even remotely suspicious about these two?” She looks around, all the staff shaking their heads.

“We decided to take things slow, y’know?” Sydney finally manages to say, looking at Carmy for support; he nods. “We wanted to keep our personal life, well, personal, but also keep things professional. This, hm, conversation was supposed to be for transparency and to assure all of you that nothing changes.”

“I feel like a lot has changed, to be honest.” Marcus mutters and Carmy need this conversation to be over so he can inquire Sydney about whatever the fuck happened between them. She’s currently sending guilty looks towards Marcus.

Angel clasps his hands together, “alright, just to get this straight and wrap this up. You guys are dating, right?”

“Oh my god, yes!” Sydney sounds almost exasperated now.

“Congratulations?” Ebraheim offers.

“Can we go now?” Manny points towards the door.

“Hold on! I’m still not buying it.” Richie opens his mouth one more time and Carmy deems that he had enough. He puts his clipboard down, walks to Sydney, holds her face with both hands and kisses her.

He doesn’t care how out of character the public display of affection is from them. This was supposed to be a ‘just crossing some things out of our list’ kind of conversation, but of course they turned into a full circus. So now, he was going to give them a proper show.

“That is an HR violation,” Richie proclaims when the couple are breaking apart. “Expect to hear from me tomorrow.” With that, the staff starts gathering their things to leave.

“Just so you know, I’m not done with you two.” Natalie faux threatens with a smile.

“You have yet to answer me who’s Alex.” They’re back at their kitchen. Sydney’s sitting at the counter wearing her favorite faded Snoopy t-shirt, no bra this time, and a black sweatpants she stole from him, while Carmy is shirtless, his only item of clothing being a gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips; fixing supper for them.

“Christ! He’s just some guy, Carm. I met him twice – it didn’t go anywhere,” she groans. “Before you ask, the guy Sweeps was talking about is Mike. He’s an old colleague from CIA. We had a date, hooked up once and that was it.” Carmy’s left eye twitches with Sydney being so dismissive of this information. He’s trying so hard to not let his jealousy take over him. “And both of them happened way before you confessed your feelings for me.”

He nods, he knows that. When he finally got the courage to ask Sydney out on a real date and be honest about his feelings, things moved pretty quickly between them and they’ve been together ever since. “What about Marcus?”

“Oh!” He looks back, catches her fidgeting with a loose thread of the sweatpants and biting her lip. “He… sorta asked me out before the opening on Friends and Family,” she says all at once, taking a steadying breath after. “That’s why he, hm, kinda snapped at me.” Whatever she sees on his face when she looks up has her putting her hands up and shaking her head, adding quickly, “but we’re good now! It’s water under the bridge, y’know?”

Carmy only nods again, moving to set down the table.

“Are you mad?”

“Not with you, but mostly jealous,” he mutters, avoiding her eyes.

“What if I told you that you look real hot right now, all bothered and jealous?” She murmurs against his left shoulder blade, both of her hands resting against his pecs.

“Sydney.”

“Carmen.” She plants a kiss on his nape, still holding his pecs. “I didn’t tell you about it for the same reason you don’t talk about Claire – there’s no point. It’s in the past.” Sydney moves her hands to hug his waist properly, resting her head on his back. He covers her hands, where they’re laying against his stomach, with his own.

“Next time a customer flirts with you, you better tell them to fuck off ‘cause you have a boyfriend.” Carmy not only hears, but feels the tremble of Sydney’s laughter.

“Oh, so that’s what that was about.” She untangles herself from him and he immediately misses the comfort of her warmth; turns around to grab her hips, keeping her close. “I was wondering why you were being so distant during service and then decided, out of the blue, to tell the staff about us. So, you’re both jealous and possessive, huh?”

“You shouldn’t play with fire, Sydney.”

“I’m not afraid of getting myself burned, Carmen.”

#the bear #carmy x sydney #sydcarmy #sydney adamu #carmy berzatto #fanfiction #y writes

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aira-writes · 1 year

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A Drunken Mess

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader ft. The Bakusquad

Genre: one-shot, imagines, fluff, crack, humor, college au

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, contains cursing, suggestive, sfw

a/n: This has been on my drafts for months! (i always say that a lot lol) Plus it took me a lotta times to edit and arrange the plot because it was so soooo chaotic. I was confused as well HAHAHAHA. I really enjoyed writing this one, and have always been imagined that the Bakusquad would interact this way.

I hope you'll enjoy it! Some characters may be OOC but meh HAHHAAH i like the way I wrote their dialogues. Here to more oneshots with the Bakusquad! This may contain errors and typos or confusing scenes. I'll edit this again when I have the time.

Your head’s spinning. Everything’s spinning.

Why is everything spinning?

“Um, Bakugou please don’t be mad—”

(hUH? Why would I be mad?)

You don't know who's on the phone talking to who because your vision is blurry. All you could see is a red blurb, a few faces you can’t recognise— together with the bright lights as your surroundings looked more like a swirl the more you blink. The more you tried to decipher who was on the phone, the more your head hurt— and the fact that your head is throbbing and dizzy didn't help at all.

“Bakubro, just please promise first that you’re gonna keep the explosions to a minimum.”

Explosions? Why would there be explosions?! Are we being attacked?

(What are you on to, red-hair? Just spit it out already.)

“It's my fault for giving her that shot.” — Kami

“I told you we shouldn't!” — Mina

“But y/n kept begging me for it and told me she'll just try one—”

“That’s not the point Kami. Bakugou said no drinks for her and her alcohol tolerance is extremely low!”

“Uhh, guys?—” — Sero

“Sorry, I didn’t even think one shot would already get her drunk—” — Kami

“And it definitely didn't help the fact that you left her alone after I asked you to keep an eye on her while I pee! Thank god I found her and brought her back to our table. Could you imagine if we lost the drunk y/n!?” — Mina

“Guys, we have a small prob—” —Sero

“I just went out to refill my drink—” —Kami

“And since when did 'refill my drink' meant shoving down your tongue in someone's throat Kami!” —Mina

“GUYS!” The black haired shouted to catch everyone's attention—in sync with the loud smack of his hand onto a table. “Good, now I finally have your attention. As much as I don't want to interrupt your little bickering, we got a problem.”

(What's going on in there?) — Bakugou

The red haired covered his phone as he turned to Sero. “Wdym ‘we got a problem’?” confused.

(Oi, shitty hair. The hell's going on?) The red head sensed the irritation on Bakugou’s voice from the other side of the line. And he knew that he can't leave the explosive blonde hanging. He needed to reply back to Katsuki to make sure the guy won't go crazy and blow things off.

Especially when Kirishima's about to drop a big news that they accidentally let y/n get drunk after giving her one shot.

So before Sero could reply back to Kiri, the red head already turned back to his phone to answer Bakugou. “It’s about y/n. We accidentally let her get drunk—”

“—and apparently, she's missing—again.” —Sero cutted Kiri off, loud enough for Katsuki to hear.

(WHAT? YOU LET HER DRINK AND GET DRUNK? AND WHADYAMEAN AGAIN?)

“wait wtf! We lost her again? Damn it.” —Mina

“What? She was just here a few seconds ago—” —Kami

“It’s your fault Kami! If you weren't so damn busy kissing some random chick, we wouldn't have lost her in the first place. If you didn't give her the shot, she wouldn't be drunk in the first place!” — Mina

A loud sigh came from the other side of the line and it seemed like Bakugou is trying extremely hard to calm himself. (Lemme get this straight. You let y/n get drunk. And now, you lost her for the second time?)

“Hey, I already know that it's my fault. But you don't have to put all the blame on me.” —Kami

“Because it IS you're fault!” —Mina

“We just let her drink a few shots—” —Kiri

There was a lot of sighs and curses on the other end of the line and was soon followed by sounds that indicated Bakugou was moving around or smthn.

“It is my half my fault and I admit that. But now I think you gotta admit you're acting kinda jealous. Mina, if you actually wanted to be in her position, you could've just told me y’know.”

“Ha! I'd rather die than let you kiss me, you ass!”

(I��m on my way shitty hair.)

“You wouldn't be saying that if you actually tasted me—”

“Thinking about it is already enough to make me sick.”

“Then stop acting like you’re jealous and let me have my fun.”

“I’m not jealous! Get your head out of the gutter!”

“Guys, settle down would you—” Sero

“You def are, babe.” —Kami

“Ha! In your dreams.”

(Find her now. And text me the address.)

“Okay, bakubro. We’re gonna look for her now.” and then the line was cut off.

“Ooo I’d be dreaming about you, alright.”

“You fucking sh—”

“GUYS WE NEED TO FIND Y/N RN YKNOW.” —Sero

“What’s the commotion all about?” Kiri pocketed his phone and turned to the scene.

Kaminari was drunk and chuckling but cringing in pain. Mina’s eyes screamed blood murder and she was rabidly tugging on Kaminari’s blonde locks. Sero on the other hand was trying to pry off Mina from Kami.

Kiri sighed. “You’re all aware that Bakubro’s on his way here right?” The three turned to him. “So if we want to stay alive I suggest to get along for now and find his missing girlfriend.”

Mina finally let go of Kami’s hair and glared at him but nonetheless listened.

“I tried calling her phone multiple times but it just keeps ringing.” There’s worry evident in Mina’s face.

You drank one shot but your tolerance to alcohol is below average. And you also weren't aware the the alcohol content of the drink was extremely high resulting to a drunk y/n. When Mina went to pee, she asked Kami to keep an eye for you for a sec.

Only for her to return to a busy Kaminari sucking someone’s face off and no sign of you. Good thing she found you and immediately bought you back to the table. Only to lose you for the second time, argh.

“She wouldn’t be able to ignore her calls. She set her ringtone to be as embarrassing as ever right?” — Sero

“Yeah, so she’d answer it immediately.” — Kiri

“Umm, I think I kinda convinced her to put it on vibrate for the time being.” Mina exasperated.

They started searching for you with the goal in mind that they needed to find you sooner rather than later especially if they wanted to keep Bakugou’s explosion to a minimum.

•❃°•°❀°•°❃•

Your hair’s like a bird’s nest. You were giggly and was stumbling a bit but unharmed thank god. You didn’t know how you managed to get out of the bar without face planting on the floor. And you also don’t remember how you got here outside and why you’re sniffing this random flower—

Oh right you were puking.

The last thing you remember was hearing about explosions and then you decided you wanna slip out of the bar before the explosions start. You wanted to call 911 as well but couldn’t find your phone anywhere.

“There she is!” a familiar voice echoed.

“Would you stop taking pictures and help us Kaminari?”

“Oops, my bad.”

“Y/n! We’re so glad we found you.” you were enveloped into a hug by a pink blurb.

“You do know she’s covered in puke right?”

Mina ignored Kami but didn’t fail to send a death glare his way.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” the pink blurb tried to take you back to the car but you pried your body away from her.

You shook your head. “I ain’t *hic* going anywhere with you *hic* people.”

“We’re your friends y/n. We need to get you home—”

“How would I know *hic* that you guys *hic* are actually my friends *hic* and not *hic* some kidnappers, huh?” you backed away from Mina even more.

“We’ll call you to prove it.” Kiri took out his phone and dialed your number. “Check your phone.”

“—AHAHAAHAH THAT TICKLES.”

You all turned to Kaminari who was laughing maniacally. He took out something from his pocket—only to reveal it was your phone.

“I found y/n’s phone at the table.”

Mina smacked him at the back of the head.

“What was that for?” he whined and rubbed his sore spot.

“Why didn’t you say so earlier!”

“You guys were busy—and I kinda forgot.”

“KAMI!” they exasperated and yelled in unison.

“That’s mine!” you glared at Kami who looks nothing but a yellow blurb to you. You grabbed your phone from him. “You stole it *hic* didn’t you?”

Before Kaminari was able to reply back, your boyfriend's car arrived at the scene. He got out from his car and immediately ran towards where you guys are upon spotting you and his friends near the bushes.

He was only wearing sleeping clothes on. His black sleeveless skull t-shirt, a pair of slippers and his normally spiky hair—now messily plopped up on his head.

“Bakugou!” Mina shouted.

Everyone’s a bit relieved because worry was the only expression evident on Bakugou’s face and no anger.

“Should we tell him that his slippers are mismatched?” Kaminari whispered, eyes staring at the blonde’s feet.

“Nah.” Kirishima chuckled.

The worried blonde walked towards you. “Baby, let’s get you home—”

“Don’t *hic* touch me.” Slapping Bakugou’s hand away.

“Babe, you’re drunk—” the blonde tried to slowly reached for your arm but you backed away.

“Am not!” You almost stumbled. “Am not *hic* drunk.”

“You def are. I need to take you home.”

“No you’re not! As if I'll come with you, asshole.” you childishly stuck out your tongue at your boyfriend.

Kaminari stifled a snicker and Mina elbowed him.

“It’s me, dumbass, your boyfriend.” Bakugou held out an arm.

You stared at the outreached palm, then to his face, back to his arm and then to his face again. Then you scanned his whole body up and down—your face turning sour. “hAH! My boyfriend’s handsome.”

Bakugou looked down on the floor and chuckled, shaking his head a bit in amusement. “I don’t know if I should be flattered that you indirectly praised me for the first time or be insulted that you don’t recognize your own boyfriend, babe.”

“Leave me *hic* alone.” you whined.

“No, we gotta take you home, princess. You're drunk asf.”

“AM NOT COMING *hic* WITH YOU PEOPLE!” you shrieked and ran.

“Come back here, woman—” the explosive blonde ran after you.

“AaaAaaAaaH! NO!” and you kept running, your boyfriend chasing after you.

He never knew you could run this fast when drunk.

Mina, Sero, Kirishima and Kami just stared at the scene in front of them and with no signs of trying to help. Then Sero turned to the red head. “Should we—”

“Don't have to. Bakubro’s got it under control.” Kiri said with a grin on, eyes still staring at the chasing scene in front of them.

“If you say so.” Sero shrugged his shoulders and chuckled.

“I’m not playing y/n, just come here already and—”

“NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!”

The fact that you're still not caught by your boyfriend up until now—even when you're running with a bit of stumble and bad gait—amazes him.

“Uh—you guys wanna go back to the bar?” Mina asked as he turned to the guys. They all agreed in unison, turning their back against you guys and was now walking back towards the bar.

“Do they serve french fries? I’m craving french fries.”

“Me too.”

“Babe, just stop running already. You might trip and face plant on the floor—”

and then you did.

“Oh for fucks'sake.” Bakugou exasperated, worry evident on his face as he walked towards your lying body.

“NO, NO *hic* DON'T COME ANY *hic* CLOSER—AHH! HEL—”

“No kicking, woman—just—will you just—no you don’t—calm down, babe—”

.....

....

...

Then it suddenly quiet down, the four curious as to why.

They all turned back to see that Bakugou has an unpaintable face on and there was an evident sign of redness on top of his forehead. Kaminari failed to hide his snicker.

“I think Bakugou just got kicked in the face.” Sero voiced out and the four laughed and giggled. Then continued to walk inside the bar to resume partying.

“Be careful on the way home lovebirds!” Kaminari shouted out as he raised a hand to wave goodbye, not even turning around.

“That does it.” he growled.

“HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! A PERVERT’S KIDNAPPING MEE AAAAA!”

“Stop struggling woman or you'll fall off. Tch.”

But you kept struggling like a maniac, shrieking for help while currently plopped up on Bakugou’s shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

“HELP! HEL—”

“I’m never gonna let you drink again without my supervision, shitty woman.”

•❃°•°❀°•°❃•

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bunnakit · 5 months

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hi sorry for being a chronic tag reader but the gumpa/techit WHAT 🥵😍 I must know more…

Omg please never apologize that's what I tag stuff for nshshwy they're like little breadcrumbs I leave for y'all.

So uhh @porschesbabydaddy and I got to talking one day and he suggested a fic where Gumpa has to distract Techit and like, you know, that's a good way to distract someone. But my world building ass was like oh FUCK what if Techit and Gumpa used to know each other, maybe used to run in the same group, until one day Techit sold out and betrayed the group.

I had kinda shelved the idea for a while but last night I'd enjoyed some 🌿 and some 🍸 and opened my notes and left some.. interesting notes and dialogue for my morning self. I think I kinda want to write it and for once in my life keep it a relatively short one shot (impossible challenge for me.)

Here's the notes I have for it so far lmao, it's not much.

"We aren't that different, Gumpa."

"Except I didn't become a corporate shill." Gumpa is straddling him, sneering down at him, but it doesn't seem to deter Techit from wanting him.

"Shut the fuck up Gumpa, we can't all be content to live in a shitty rundown garage. To be forgotten." Techit rolls his hips up against him and Gumpa suppresses a snarl at both the sensation and the memory.

"At least I'm free and not leashed like a dog. I'm surprised they let you out to play." Techit surges up and presses his lips to Gumpa's, anything to silence his judgement. He grips his hips tight and he knows they'll leave bruises tomorrow. Good. Something to remember him by.

Techit pulls away but Gumpa catches his lip between his teeth, biting until he can taste copper on his tongue. He barely hears Techit swear before he's flipping them over and pinning his arms with his thighs. A drop of blood drips down onto Gumpa's cheek as Techit wraps one hand around his throat - just the slightest of pressure, a warning, a threat, a promise.

"You're a junkyard dog and that's all you'll ever be! You have this stupid fucking holier than thou moral superiority complex, well news flash Gumpa, not everyone adheres to your fucking moral code, not everyone is content to fight for fucking scraps. Who the fuck are you to judge me?"

"We used to be fucking friends, Techit! Fuck, we used to sleep together!"

"Used to! You don't fucking know me anymore and you don't get to judge me." And it was true. Gumpa had no idea who his former lover had become. They'd fallen asleep tangled together one night and he woke up in the morning to a stranger.

#not me the series #bunn asks #bunn writes #anon my beloved #not me fic #techitgumpa

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red-sneakers · 2 years

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Prompt for bkdk:

Trapped in unstable debris that would collapse if they blew it up. Rescue is sure to arrive at some point. Waiting it out is boring until...

This was fun to write! Thank you for the prompt. Rated T for swearing and some sexy-ish dialogue. Characters are Pro-Heroes.

D = Deku

K = Katsuki

D: Kacchan, you can’t!

K: You don’t think I can blast through this much rubble, shitty nerd? This is nothing!

D: No, that’s not it! It’s not stable. It’ll collapse!

K: As if we can’t handle a little—

D: There were civilians nearby! They might be trapped too. We have to wait for reinforcements.

K: *huffs and puffs but eventually acquiesces* Move over, your elbow’s in my stomach.

D: I can’t. It’s too cramped.

K: *growling* Why the fuck do you smell like mint?

D: *giggling*

K: What’s so funny?

D: You asked me that the last time we got stuck together like this.

K: Hah? When’ve we ever been in this situation before? In your pervy dreams, Deku?

D: Wha—? No, Kacchan, playing sardines when we were kids. The handle fell out of the closet door and we got stuck for—Well, it felt like hours, but it was probably thirty minutes tops.

K: The handle fell out because YOU slammed the door too hard!

D: You do remember!

K: Tch.

D: Do you remember what we did to pass the time?

K: I remember you touched a hairbrush and screamed because you thought it was a giant bug.

D: We played “would you rather.”

...

Hey, Kacchan

K: What?

D: Would you rather only listen to Kpop for the rest of your life or never eat spicy food again?

K: I’m not playing this game.

...

And that’s a dumb fucking question. Kpop, obviously.

D: But you hate Kpop!

K: No, stupid Deku, I pretended to hate Kpop in middle school because I was a pretentious asshole. Just like I pretended to hate— . . . uuhh th-this game is lame!

D: It’s your turn. Ask me a “would you rather” question!

K: Fine, but you’ve gotta move first before your elbow punctures my fucking spleen.

D: There’s no room.

K: Turn around.

D: Okay, I’ll try.

*awkwardly manages to turn around, but now they’re chest-to-chest*

Is this better?

K: *blushing* Uhh . . . Yeah.

D: Kacchan?

K: Hm?

D: Ask me a question!

K: Right. Uuuhh . . . Would you rather fuck someone with a tentacles quirk or a gigantification quirk?

D: *scandalized gasp* Kacchan!

K: You’re the damn nerd who wanted to play this stupid game! Are you gonna wimp out or what?

D: But I . . . I know people with those quirks, Kacchan! I can’t—

K: Fine! Would you rather be tied up or sat on?

D: Uhh . . . *thinking: Sat on? Is that a kink?* Tied up. I guess.

K: Hm. Your turn.

D: Would you rather take dance classes from Mina three times a week or babysit those kids from the hero licensing—

K: Babysit. Would you rather get caught hooking up in a public place or have to wear a maid outfit every day for a week?

D: *blushing* Both wouldn’t be great for my image as a pro hero, but uh . . . I actually think maid dresses are kinda . . . kinda cute? So, yeah. The maid dress.

K: Oh.

D: Your temperature just spiked, Kacchan. Are you okay?

K: Of course I’m okay! It’s just fucking cramped in here, alright? Don’t worry about me, shitty Deku! It’s your turn.

D: O-okay. Let me think. Hmm . . . Would you rather . . . Sell all your All Might merch - which I know you still have - ooooor . . . pretend to date me for a month? *snort laughs*

K: Date you.

D: Really? You still fanboy about All Might that much?

K: No. I still admire him, but I don’t “fanboy.”

D: Then why—

K: Would you rather eat this rock or get dinner with me tomorrow? *holds a rock up to Deku’s eye level*

D: What?

K: Did I stutter? Are your shitty nerd ears so full of earwax you can’t hear anymore, Deku?

D: Was that a joke? Are you making fun of me, Kacchan?

K: No, it’s a “would you rather” question! It’s your stupid game. Just answer the question already, fuck!

D: Okay, okay! I . . . I’d rather get dinner with you.

K: Hmph. Good.

D: Good?

K: Yeah, good. We’re gonna go to this new ramen place that makes super spicy ramen, and you won’t be able to handle it. Just wait - I can’t wait to see your face when you tear up and turn red.

D: Kacchan, are you . . . Are you asking me out? Like, for real?

*Uravity floats away the rubble*

U: Deku! Dynamight! We found you!

#bakudeku #bkdk #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki x midoriya izuku #decchan #bakudeku fanfic #bakudeku fic #bkdk fic #bkdk fic prompt

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jisungsmochi · 3 years

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fanfic writers tag game!

—fanfic writers tag game!

tagged by @skrtbabe

“also i just wanna see nat do this bc you never do tag games imo, so the pressure is on you bestie!!” -- i gotchu bestie

1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?

if you scroll wayyy back down (might take a few years) but i used to write for seventeen and wannaone! (oh and for 5sos on wattpad in 2015 but we don’t talk about that)

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?

just nct dream at the moment! i might consider doing some p1harmony scenarios but idk about full on fics yet!

3. how long have you been writing?

i’m gonna expose myself: i’ve been ‘writing’ since like 2014-2015 but they were so shitty. i properly started writing fics at the end of 2019 when i graduated highschool cause i had so much time on my hands lmao

4. on which platforms do you post your stories?

tumblr but i used to write on wattpad lol

5. what is your favourite genre to write?

mutual pining / strangers to lovers / friends to lovers?? i would say i do a lot of fluffy fics bc i’m kinda bad at writing angst

6. are you a pantser or a planner?

i used to just go with the flow but nowadays for my longer fics i write down the main ideas in dot points or short sentences to help the fic flow better and stay on track!

7. one shot or multi-chapter?

one shots !! they seem more complete to me. i think i only have a few multi chapter fics on my blog

8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?

hmm 6-8k??

9. what is your longest published story?

i think it was around 10k HAHA

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?

confessions - jisung — i put a lot of personal experience into it and was just really happy to share it !!

11. favourite request you've have written and why

uhh i don’t really get requests 😓

12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories?

i think i always make the guy a simp lowkey AHAHHA — i’m just projecting oop. oh and i also always have my characters at parties...it’s too repetitive so i’m trying to avoid that with my future stuff

13. current number of wips?

three !!

14. three things you have noticed about your own writing?

1. i kinda suck at making good descriptions,, i always think i can do better after i’ve posted it grrr

2. they’re all pretty basic and fluffy?? i haven’t branched out to anything outside my comfort zone / experiences

3. i love putting in quirky and witty dialogue

15. a quote you like from a published story

“are you insane or just dumb?” you scold the boy who was dressed in a baggy black hoodie and those same grey sweatpants from saturday.

“both? i couldn’t stop thinking about you” his lip cocked into a smirk as he stepped closer to you, hands now rested at your waist.” from ‘just one night’ - jaemin

i just think it’s so funny and something jaemin would actually say / do

16. a quote from an unpublished story

“do you think i’m an awful person?” y/n suddenly brought up, catching the quiet boy off guard.

“no” for some reason she felt relieved.

“i think you’re a decent person, who may have done some bad things. it doesn’t make you an awful person” he answered simply, stating it as if it was a matter of fact. she couldn’t hide the small grin from forming on her face.” from my untitled renjun fic !

17. space for you to say something to your readers

thankyou to everyone who has read / liked / reblogged my work! it brings a smile to my face everytime i get a notification on here. it brightens up my day and i’m so glad i have a wonderful outlet to express my admiration for these idols. i love you all!! - nat <33

#lisa aka jaemin’s gf 💗#was this good enough?!?!#hope u got to know me better!!#tag games 🌟

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hiyorisarugaki · 3 years

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Letters to Muken

@keikakudori from here:

Hiyori does not receive mail in Seireitei. Any messages or hell butterflies are specifically addressed to Shinji. He has a job and several connections here. All she has are those fierce little allies that she cannot let go of in this- or any dimension. So imagine her surprise when she receives something addressed to her. It bears an official seal on it and she is loathed to touch something that could be shinigami-related. She does not want to deal with any of that. She only wants to live her life now.

But then, after some deliberation, she is compelled to read the letter. The handwriting is foreign, but clear. The words are alien– but as soon as she gets through the first few lines, a chill runs straight through her spine. She’s lost the feeling in her legs and she’s quite glad nobody can see her fierce self lose composure over some words.

Did… she expect her perfect little life to one day shatter? Yes. But has she expected her random letter ever to be answered? No. None of her letters were answered before. After all, she who hated writing and formulating responses… had written until her fingers were sore and bleeding. She had sent many a tearful letter to Kirio, begging almost at the end to take her with her… Not a single answer had been given.

But now she has a reply. A neat, prim reply. Familiar words are dancing around the page. Words from someone a long, long time ago.

This is not the reply she expects. If she has wanted a reply… she wanted it filled with a burning challenge. Some fancy, flowery lines where he mocked her and asked her to bide her time until he returns to ruin everything.

But what she got instead was… a conversation. And his dialogue compelled her to pick up a piece of paper and respond in kind. She wasn’t here to offer him something as magnanimous as forgiveness. Hiyori is not an angel. And she certainly is no shinigami. She is no longer a pure dweller in the court of purest souls. She cannot offer things like forgiveness.

But all she can offer him is her own confusion. Her fingers trembled, gripping the pen too hard. She has not picked up a writing brush in decades. She uses a small thing like a pen now, scratching out harsh letters on pages that begged for some ink.

Sosuke,

Ya really goin’ crazy in there if ya like readin’ yer hate mail.

… Hirako-Taichou. At least ya remember that name. Guess ya already know he’s a captain again. Restored his name again. Took 100 years for him ‘ta take back the position after you stole it from him.

Why d’ya do that? Yer clever and yet ya steal Kisuke’s Hougyoku. Ya steal Shinji’s position. Ya steal souls from Rukongai. Ya steal arrancar and turn ‘em into Espada. Is Kyoka Suigetsu really yer zanpakuto? Is that really yer own soul cutter or did ya steal that too?

What’s actually yours?

I remember those times at the fifth division too. Faker than yer fuckin’ prescription glasses.

I ain’t yer friend. Ya don’t got any friends, Sosuke. Ya don’t get ‘ta use that word when yer out here ruinin’ people’s lives for yer own grand plans.

And it’s good that yer feelin’ some remorse in that shithole. This is a punishment, since ya can’t apparently die. I still think that’s fake news too. Seireitei is full of shittygami and they can say what they want and everyone’ll believe their packs of lies. Of course, ya know all about that. Ya played ‘em for so long.

Yer lyin’ now, ain’t ya?

sp- prudent? What the fuck does that mean? Stop usin’ fancy words. Even now, yer bein’ shitty!

Ya sayin’ ya knew my weaknesses? Big fuckin’ deal. I am the first ‘ta attack anyway. It ain’t some amazing observation, genius.

Ya used me ‘ta hurt Shinji? That’s fuckin’ dumb. Ya could’a just started fighting him. And it wasn’t even you that attacked me- that shitty Gin kid did!! It hurt like a bitch btw, since ya didn’t ask.

Uhh. Don’t believe ya. Ya were his lieutenant. Yer fuckin’ job was ‘ta PROTECT him and ya hurt him? And this conveniently came with yer sneaky plans ‘ta become idk… wtf was even yer plan? Soul King or sommat?? Sounds like yer lying. Yer obviously lying. And I ain’t gonna ask Shinji anything. He already somehow feels like yer shitty decisions are his fault. Like who knows ya enjoyed a lil hollowfication with yer wagashi on the side? Fuck knows.

Don’t butter me up with compliments. I ain’t a child!

And the only reason I was even aware of anythin’ that night– - I was so fuckin’ ashamed! My zanpakuto had cut Shinji! I’d sonner cut my own head!

Don’t talk about my heart. Don’t talk about what ya learned. Are ya confusin’ yer victims? I ain’t no Hinamori. I’m Hiyori. Did she also send ya letters? She looks the type.

Don’t talk about my loyalty and shit that ya know nothing about. Ya got no loyalty, so how d’ya know if I am loyal? Ya ain’t scared of anythin’. Ya ain’t scared of bein’ overpowered or hurt or losin’ yer mind. So how the fuck d’ya know what being brave is like?

I ain’t a good woman. I’m permanently disfigured.

I can’t go back ‘ta bein’ who I was. But I’ll never let ya hurt my friends again. And don’t pretend ‘ta worry about Shinji. He’s havin’ the time of his life now that he’s got a cute lieutenant.

I hate you. Don’t simper, it’s pissing me off.

-Hiyori

#.letters #!aizen #keikakudori

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hyunderwater · 3 years

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sweet as sugar 09

pairing: felix x hyunjin

warning: strong language (sexual/swearing) VERY SUGGESTIVE DIALOGUE I GOT A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY

genre: angst, romance, mild fluff

summary: they kiss and make up, essentially.

word count: 1.4k

ao3 link<-

01-02-03-04-05-06-07-08-09-10-<3

Felix doesn’t know quite what he was expecting. He knew that both he and Hyunjin had big apologies to give, but he hadn’t exactly been given a handbook to read called “The Proper Etiquette to Apologize to Your Lover After a Big Argument where You Both Need to Apologize.” He wasn’t sure if he expected Hyunjin to throw him some kind of apology party, or if he wanted himself to apologize. It didn’t help that he also had no idea how or when to approach Hyunjin. Luckily, he’s saved by the boy himself.

It had been an excruciatingly long, painful day. Somehow, the school and its gang of kids who sniffed out gossip like a predator locating its prey had somehow managed to figure out that Hyunjin and Felix were going through a rough patch, and everyone had decided to make it their business.

“Yo, look at the gay kid. What’s wrong baby, is your big strong man not here to defend your ass? He probably got tired of pounding it and left it to me.” Responding to shit like that was practically second nature to Felix at that point. Sometimes he wished it didn’t have to be. “Why, do you want his sloppy seconds?” A few people made audible sounds of disgust. Felix was starting to get a bit riled up, and before he could help himself, his mouth opened again. “I know, right? How lame is that, he has to wait until Hyunjin’s done to fucking help himself to me?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I mean, I know I’m hot but… you must really be into me.” The other guy mimed throwing up. “In your dreams, bitch.” Felix, having fully let his passive aggressive rage take control, leaned in towards the other until they were only mere inches away from each other. “And what’s in yours? Hyunjin’s used, abused bitch? I bet you have dreams about sticking yourself in me until you cry, and then wake up so hard you can barely think straight.” He laughed at his own unintentional joke. “Well, good. Go fuck yourself, asshole, and I bet you’ll think about mine while you do it.” Felix turned around, intentionally dropping his pencil so he had to bend over to reach it, shoving his ass into the face of the shocked crowd. Standing back up, he threw a wink over his shoulder. “There. Now you got enough wank bank material to last you until you’re thirty and balding, with a wife and kids you hate and weird gay dreams. Have a shitty life, you fucking dick.” Turning his eyes forward, Felix nearly peed when he found himself staring right into the deep brown eyes of the boy he loved. “Please tell me you didn’t hear that.” Hyunjin’s gaze lifted just above Felix’s head. “Uhh...I don’t really like lying to you.” Felix buried his hands into his slightly sweaty palms. “Fuck. Well how much did you hear?” Hyunjin winced so hard that Felix could tell through the fingers hiding his eyes. “Um. Like. All of it?” Felix let out a pathetic little squeak, unconsciously leaning into Hyunjin. A wolf whistle tore through the otherwise dead silent crowd, making everyone flinch. “Shit. Um, let's get out of here, shall we?” Felix accepted Hyunjin’s hand gracefully and let himself be pulled out of the halls.

The weather was getting chillier, and the wind froze Felix all the way down to his bones. “Shit.” he hissed, shivering slightly. Hyunjin craned his head at him. “Hey, do you want my coat?”

“No, no, Hyunjin, you need it too.” Ignoring Felix’s protests, the other boy unzipped his coat and wriggled one arm out. He draped the other half over Felix, pulling him close underneath the hood. At the sudden intimacy, Felix felt all of the piled up emotions finally start to spill over. Tears poured down his cheeks, startling Hyunjin with the suddenness. “Lixie, baby, oh my god, are you okay?” Two strong arms wrapped around Felix, and that combined with the kind words, sent Felix into even harder sobbing, hiccups and whimpered nonsense leaving his mouth unbidden. “I’m so sorry, Felix. I know you were just trying to help me, and I was being a total bitch about it. I was just in a weird mood, and the shit with my parents was fucking with my emotions. I should have never talked to you like that.” The apology distracts Felix from his tears. “What?,” he croaks out. “What the hell do you mean? I’m the one who pushed himself into your life without consent, and I’m the one that was sticking his nose where it didn’t belong and-” he hiccuped out a laugh- “-I’M the one who stuck my ass in another guys face and told him to take your fucking sloppy seconds or whatever!” Hyunjin collapses into full blown laughter at that last part, laughing until his stomach hurts too much to continue. “Ohhh,” he sighed, leaning against Felix. “I think you just gave me an ab workout.” Felix lightly slapped his shoulder. “Shut your perfect mouth for one blissful second, Hwang Hyunjin.” Hyunjin bit on his lip in a way that can only be described as fuckboy. “Do you think about my perfect mouth when you’re having-” he leaned in suggestively, “-those dreams?” Felix squealed in embarrassment, his face turning bright, traffic light red. He did, but he wouldn’t admit that to Hyunjin. “N-no! What the fuck, Hyunjin?” Hyunjin laughed again, the sound suddenly registering in Felix’s brain as the happiest he’s heard Hyunjin sound in a while. “If it consoles you at all, I’m pretty sure your little outburst is gonna be ‘wank bank’ fuel for weeks.” Felix chanced a glance at Hyunjin. “Until you’re thirty and balding with a wife you hate?” Hyunjin leaned closer until Felix could feel his break against his lips. “I won’t have a wife if I’m lucky.” Felix leaned impossibly closer, their lips still not making contact. “What would it mean if you got lucky?” Hyunjin’s eyes gleamed with something Felix couldn’t quite place. “I think you know.” Hyunjin’s lips met his own, still impossibly soft and perfect against Felix’s lips after the short time he had been deprived of them. After he pulled away, Feilx fisted his hands in Hyunjin’s shirt. “I know this is possibly the worst time to ever ask you a question like this, but what are you going to do about your parents?” Hyunjin’s face dropped into an almost comical expression of shock. “I...Felix, we are two dudes who just kissed, and now you’re asking about my homophobic parents?” Felix shrugged like he’d just asked about the weather. “I did tell you it was a horrible time for my question, and you didn’t say anything.” Hyunjin looked at him, the physical definition of done. “Felix, I swear, if you say some stupid shit like that- You know, I’m suddenly understand what you mean about making me shut my perfect mouth, because I want you to shut yours too.” Felix was randomly seized with the desire to make Hyunjin feel a little bit of the panic he felt almost all the time around him. Leaning closer, he purred into Hyunjin’s ear, “So you think my mouth is perfect too?”

“Get- get those words out of your mouth, please.”

“Why, making room for something else?” Hyunjin barely even hesitated after that, suddenly catching on to Felix’s not so brilliant plan. “Hmm, would my used, abused bitch like that?” The sudden use of Felix words back at him had his head reeling, and he slapped Hyunjin’s arm. “What the fuck, bro?” Hyunjin laughed again. “No homo, dude man.”

“No- no hOMO??” They dissolved right back into comfy banter, and Felix barely noticed that his previous question to Hyunjin had gone unanswered until they were sitting quietly, just enjoying the warmth and presence of the other, and Hyunjin suddenly said, “I’m going to see them tomorrow night. My parents, I mean. I want you to come.” Felix froze, replaying the events of the last time he had gone to see Hyunjin’s parents. “Please?” The word was whispered so quietly, in the most broken voice Felix had ever heard. He almost could have imagined it, but he didn’t imagine the way Hyunjin’s gaze clung to his own like a drowning sailor clutching a life vest, like he needed the other to live. Felix folded, the overwhelming need to be by Hyunjin’s side overwhelming any other feeling swirling around in his brain. “Okay,” he whispered back, just as broken and raw as Hyunjin’s words before. The single word stretched in the air between them, forming itself into an unspoken promise that went past the events in front of them. A promise to protect one another just as much as they needed to be protected for as long as the two of them existed, relying on each other until the ends and through the beginnings.

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zombieratt · 4 years

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Alright so forewarning this is LONG as FUCK specifically because i came up with this idea in early high school and was just today POSESSEd By the Spirit Of Musical Theatre to put it to paper— er Tumblr.

So without further ado:

DEAR EVAN HANSEN BUT EVAN ISNT A TERRIBLE PERSON AND CONNOR LIVES.

the beginning is the same, canon diverges just after waving through a window.

*this ended up getting written is script format? i also just sorta ignore alana’s whole exsistance bc in this version of the play she’s unnecessary*

In the moments before he talks to Connor evan decides to omit Zoe from his letter, having resolved himself to move on from her. (instead of being a hella creep.)

Connor: “dear Evan Hansen,” what are you writing letters to yourself? *he laughs*

Evan: its, uh, its for my therapist. its just a stupid little assignment that she says is supposed to help me process my feelings or— uh or something

Connor: hm. here. * hands Evan the letter*

Connor: your cast. no one’s signed it.

Evan: uh no. no one has.

Connor: gotta sharpie?

Evan: huh?

Connor: gotta sharpie? im gonna sign it.

Evan: *handing the sharpie to Connor* w- whuh uh why?

Connor: *shrugs* feels right.

Evan: i wish i could do that

Connor: what?

Evan: UH, IMEAN—

Connor: no wait- dude.

Evan: i mean uh, i meant that i wish i could just be, y’know impulsive like that.

Connor: Why Cant you be?

Evan: i uh, my heads pretty messed up, and stuff like that just, makes it worse i guess.

Connor: well theres some thing we have in common— were both fucked up in the head.

*the bell rings*

Evan: oh shoot! i missed the bus—

Connor: i’ll give you a ride.

Evan: are you sure i mean i can walk its not far-

Connor: all the more reason, i probably have to pass it on my way home anyway, cmon.

——

they meet Zoe in the parking lot

Zoe: I have Late practice today

Connor: whatever, gotta passenger.

Zoe: who the fuck would be crazy enough to trust your ability to drive?

Evan *being Brave*: Me Apparently?

Zoe: Uh, Evan Right?

Evan: yeah, uh, yeah.

Zoe *holding her hand out to be shaken*: i’m Zoe, we’ve met though right?

Evan wipes his hand on his shirt and shakes it: yeah, uh, nice to formally meet you, Zoe.

Zoe: i’m off, don’t kill him stoner.

Connor: i wont Princess

Evan breathing heavy: that was,, an eventful ten minutes.

Connor: oh fuck— you cool? or—

Evan: Panic Attack.

Connor: Right, uh

Connor: can you get in the car?

Evan: yeah

*car nonsense*

Connor: Can i start driving or do you want me to wait

Evan: Distractions are good,, Can Uh, Can you Talk about Stuff?

Connor: What stuff!??

Evan: any Stuff!

Connor: Is Zoe okay??

Evan: Sure?!

Connor: Uhh we don’t get along as well as we used to?

we were really close as kids, shes a huge asshole now but *fully venting now*

i kind of miss it you know? having someone to talk to and care about— and i still care about her— but its scary and i always fuck it up! not to mention the fact that our parents hate me— make her see me as some alien and not just a fucked up kid who wants to talk and — (more ranting that i dont feel like writing, but its a whole monologue bro)

Evan: Connor

Connor snaps his mouf shut: yeah

Evan: thanks

Connor: oh that, uh actually helped?

Evan: yeah focusing on your voice and whats real and stuff— it makes a difference.

Neither of them noticed that Connor was just sort of Driving. they end up at the park where in canon Connor commits Sewer-slide.

Evan: i didn’t know there was a park here.

Connor: huh, oh, yeah i guess i just sorta auto piloted, i come here to think.

Evan: About stuff?

Connor: Yeah, Stuff.

*the convo lulls*

Connor: do you have a laptop?

Evan: no, i uh, i left it at home? why?

Connor: give me a second

Connor walks to the car and grabs his back pack out of the back seat

Evan watches Quizzically from the swing-set

Connor pulls out a Sketch Pad and Pen, flipping to a clean page.

Connor: So tell me how to write one of those letters of yours.

Evan: uh, well you start like any other letter- just addressing it to yourself

Connor writing: Dear Connor Murphy,

Evan: and uh, my first one was supposed to be about my ideal summer vacation? since i started in middle school- but you don’t have to—

Connor: thats perfect.

Connor starts to sing for forever,

eventually Evan joins in there is a minor gay moment where they’re holding hands face to face.

the song ends with Connor hugging Evan.

Evan: its- its pretty late.

Connor obviously crying: just— just a couple more minutes.

Evan lets go and grabs Connors sketch book of the ground, closing it and handing it off to him: then how about this, labor day weekend- we actually go.

Connor: what are you talking about?

Evan: being spontaneous?

Connor: o-okay.

and it cuts to black.

theres a small montage here, as the set changes to Connor and Evans bedrooms

sincerely, me is a lament in this context, Connor and Evan are duetting from their respective rooms, writing to themselves.

(the lyrics are completely different and i will not be writing them here because thats too much fucking effort.

but they’re duetting from their bedrooms about making a connection to another person, feeling seen, for the first time. what it felt like and how they really want to keep it up but are afraid of making a mistake and ruining it.

its got some themes of waving thru a window, and a little bit of for forever, but its still largely the same notes just in a different key.)

after wards, Zoe knocks on Connors door to tell him dinner is ready to find him peacefully asleep.

requiem is the same, Zoe sees Connor as Dead to Her instead of actually dead, so some of the wording changes, so and so about how a monster doesn’t deserve peaceful rest etcetera.

school day happens, Connor doesn’t die, but the hot goss is that everyone saw Connor and Evan go home together after school, jared makes a shitty homophobic joke to Evan and Evan kind of tells him off about it. they argue and it culminates in Evan saying “well god forbid I’m friends with someone who isn’t YOU!” or smth like tht and it hits jared right the fuck at home man.

Connor says from the side lines: damn that was pretty hard core dude.

Evan: you have, no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that.

Connor honest to god l a u g h s, theres a number of people who hear it and lose their shit, Zoe being one of them: i have a pretty good idea, wanna get some lunch?

Evan: yeah, sure.

this general routine continues until labor day weekend, when they plan to go on their little escape. theres a short scene of Connor leaving the house with his keys and a backpack.

Connors mom confronts Zoe about his oddly upbeat attitude and hows he’s seemed differently lately Zoe Shrugs but decides to investigate his room.

she finds the letters. the first one is for forever, the theme plays as she reads it frantically, and is signed “Sincerely me (connor murphy)” so she knows its him, i f i could tell her begins but its a real duet between Connor and Zoe and at the end she resolves to try harder to connect to him.

Evan sings disappear to Connor after breaking into a formerly public park, in this context its him confessing that he broke his arm attempting su!c!de. Connor records it, for personal reference.

jared hacks Connors phone and steals the video, posting it to yt, in an effort to ruin their friendship.

Evan and Connor get in a little fight about it, and in the meantime Evan is called to the school to give an assembly because hes a phenomenal speaker and Disappear got like 1000000 views over night.

Zoe and Connor bond a little bit in a short scene before the assembly

Zoe: wheres Evan what happened?

Connor: Kleinman Did!

Zoe: what?

Connor: Why Do you care?

Zoe: because! you look happy around him!

Connor: i, i do?

Zoe: yeah? he could tell the worst joke ever written and you’d crack up. i haven’t heard you laugh like that in years Connor, maybe ever.

Connor: oh.

Zoe: Come back inside?

Connor: y, Yeah.

they all perform You Will Be Found together.

end act 1.

(no more dialogue from here i got tired)

to break in a glove is Connor’s dad trying to reconnect with him, it goes mediocrely, but Connor feels like hes being seen by his dad for the first time in years. its said in metaphors, but this is Connors dads way of saying that if Connor is willing to put in the work, so is he. they hug at the end, things are looking up. some talk of therapy is sprinkiled in the dialogue as they walk of stage together.

Only Us is Evan and Connor saying that they saved each other. its loosely romantic, as its a love song, but they don’t out right say that they’re in love or anything, they don’t know if theyre ready for that. its a promise. the song ends with Connor finally apologizing for pushing Evan over at the beginning of the show.

good for you is sung by jared only, as a power ballad, about losing people you didn’t treasure. its his attempt at an apology, but it ultimately fails, since jared is unable to take responsibility for his own actions. this is where jared and Evan go their separate ways.

Evan’s mom comforts him, as he sings words fail, which is about specifically jared, and how their rocky friendship is ruined and Evan pegs himself as the cause, instead of parents or perfect girl he uses metaphors that apply to best friends— maybe more. and talks about how he didn’t try, he was happy so he ignored that jared was hurting, and how that was really shitty of him. but instead of it being a generally somber song the end is lighter, because Connor is there— waving through his front window.

Evans mom sings So Big/So Small as Evan steps out the front door to embrace Connor and they mime talking about jared, hug and take hands. the house moves off stage in preparation for the finale.

Connor and Evan open the finale saying each others names, and sing it together as the test of the cast (minus jared) joins in, Evans mom taking his hand and Zoe Taking Connors, Evans mom the Murphys and Zoe break off to the back where Evan and Connor finish the final “all i see is sky for forever” while looking into each others eyes, and finish the musical by embracing (maybe kissing if thats ur jam).

#dear evan hansen #deh #connor murphy #evan hansen #zoe murphy #musicals #broadway #deh rewrite i guess?#this is more like the outline of a fic i’ll never write #kd.txt #i was posessed to write this #tree bros

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ask-thedeafjohns · 3 years

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For both Johns- Favorite memory of your friends? --\></

JOHN EGBERT: favourite memory of my friends? J. EGBERT: wow that’s a hard question! J. EGBERT: there’s lots of good times i’ve had with them J. EGBERT: although if i had to pick one? J. EGBERT: it would be the time dave suddenly came up to my door, soaking wet J. EGBERT: and just randomly asking if he could use my shower J. EGBERT: now it doesn’t sound all that much, but this was the first time i had ever seen him J. EGBERT: well, in person. we had talked a bunch online before then J. EGBERT: but he had run away from home at the time and we rarely talked! J. EGBERT: so for him to suddenly be at my door, after all that time? J. EGBERT: man, it was so cool to be able to see him J. EGBERT: but also, who’s first words to meeting someone is to ask to have a shower?

J. EGBERT: he’s lucky i had some spare clothes that karkat left one time that fit him J. EGBERT: or he would have had to deal with being soaked to the bone J. EGBERT: or worse, naked in my own house! J. EGBERT: hehe that would’ve been J. EGBERT: umm J. EGBERT: a-anyway J. EGBERT: getting to meet one of my best bud for the first time after he’s been having a rocky time? J. EGBERT: it’s hard to forget the feeling, especially since he chose me of all people J. EGBERT: plus, soaking wet dave is so funny! J. EGBERT: it’s hard to say why, but it just is hehe :B

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JOHN STRIDER: uhh J. STRIDER: i uhh J. STRIDER: i didnt really get to hang out with my friends like ever J. STRIDER: so... J. STRIDER: ...well J. STRIDER: there was one time J. STRIDER: one thing you should know, my big sis sucked big time J. STRIDER: like she was one of those stupid strict guardians who would force you to do things and youd have to just suck it up and deal with it J. STRIDER: but she was also...kinda just shitty in general J. STRIDER: one time J. STRIDER: she was trying to tell me stuff and J. STRIDER: lets just say i was having a hard time catching it J. STRIDER: and she knows exactly what to say to... J. STRIDER: well yeah J. STRIDER: so when i could i just J. STRIDER: sat J. STRIDER: in my room J. STRIDER: and... J. STRIDER: well i didnt really do anything J. STRIDER: but i guess dave noticed something was up? J. STRIDER: and the dudes a goofball and good for a laugh J. STRIDER: but you aint never met a more genuine guy J. STRIDER: except maybe egderp here but J. STRIDER: yeah J. STRIDER: anyway he said this one thing and i still remember it to this day

J. STRIDER: it sounds like a nothing thing but J. STRIDER: it really helped out that day J. STRIDER: ... J. STRIDER: hey dont tell john any of this J. STRIDER: he might be egbert J. STRIDER: but i dont think we are there yet

(Unshown dialogue underneath)

BIG SIS: Are your ears on, John? BIG SIS: I swear, why do I even bother trying to have you hear what I’ve got to say somedays... BIG SIS: If you don’t try harder to fill in the blanks BIG SIS: Someone’s going to just get fed up and shank you for all you’re worth, and they won’t care that you can’t hear as well as the rest of us! BIG SIS: Well, enough of that today. BIG SIS: I’ll let you rest for now and we’ll attempt to continue this tomorrow morning. BIG SIS: Be prepared for tuna and spinach puffs for tea time tonight hoo hoo

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(in the middle of conversation) DAVE: man what is her problem? DAVE: seriously. does she even fucking know how hard it is to listen to people when you can fully hear? DAVE: and you have to deal with your world half fucking volume JOHN: hehe yeah JOHN: but i mean JOHN: she tries well DAVE: well if she tried well she wouldn't fucking make you feel bad for being you DAVE: there's doing your best and then there's just doing whatever you wanna do JOHN: i mean true JOHN: somedays i just wish i didn't have to JOHN: well JOHN: deal with my whole thing hehe DAVE: hey no DAVE: you don't get to do that DAVE: who the fuck is she to tell you to be something you're not? an adult? JOHN: uhh yeah? DAVE: fuck that shit. either she can fuck her own ears and see what its like DAVE: or she can shut the fuck up and deal with the fact you're gonna miss out every second word some days JOHN: shes just looking out for me though JOHN: i mean its true JOHN: if i keep not knowing what people are saying someone will get me one day for it JOHN: i just gotta try harder heh DAVE: john, i mean this in the kindest way DAVE: but stop defending her as if she's so perfect DAVE: i mean DAVE: you aren't and im not about to say you are JOHN: geez, thanks DAVE: hey let me finish JOHN: ugh sorry DAVE: you're not perfect, and that's fucking okay DAVE: you try to fill in the blanks but i can't even imagine how someone even does that let alone every conversation DAVE: you're allowed to be imperfect, and no-one should make you feel shitty just because you’re having a hard time right now DAVE: no-one’s perfect. you’re you, and... DAVE: well, if that’s good enough for me, then it sure as fuck should be good enough for her JOHN: hehe JOHN: thanks JOHN: youre a real stand up dude sometimes DAVE: i’ll take that. and you’re fucking great for taking her shit in stride each day DAVE: pfft. “stride” JOHN: aaaaaand theres the lovable goofball we all know and love DAVE: hey i’m not perfect. that’s kinda the whole deal JOHN: hehe B)

#homestuck #john #john egbert #john strider #type: ask #anon #long post #Thanks for the ask stranger~!#And we get the first signs of J Stride's insecurities as well as Big Sis/Jane Strider~ ^^#Apologies for the super-long dialogue but I couldn't think of a better way to show off the answer #In contrast if you like all the dialogue feel free to read the extended log under the 'readmore' ^^#(It's kinda like supplementary reading. Adds to the whole thing me thinks~)#Anonymous

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macklives · 4 years

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hey so this is gonna be a long-ish one. ive decided its been far too long since i did a session, and we did so many i can often forget what happened. i started in july and im pretty sure its been more than half a year now since this whole blog happened. and in that time, we’ve gone through 88 sessions and i want to know if i remember the relevant plot points and what we got up to in the last few sessions. a refresh/reminder if you would.

so i hereby commence my own little recap of act 5 because yeah no, its too much to do a recap of everything and i have andrew for that after every few acts. but i wanna refresh my mind on act 5 for now. so here we go.

1. alternia.. fucked up place. but its a place the trolls live on so what are we gonna do about it? overthrow the government? seems about right, lets do that with the next troll that gets introduced and if its not kanaya idk what andrew is doing by not having introduced the best troll yet. why the long wait? it was the second introduced? i honestly expected it to go in order when i first read act 5, because first we had karkat talk to jade which was the first new piece dialogue in the comic besides the main kids, but then we had kanaya with rose, which was followed by tavros, then terezi (iirc). so id assume we were following that order but nope karkat got fully introduced, then this random fucking juggalo called gamzee made its way into the comic. imagine my surprise.

2. theres been terminology throughout act 5, that i do not fucking know and will not remember and probably never will. like tf is a perigee again? i made a doc somewhere ill probably find it.

3. karkat’s introduction... short but very sweet. and by sweet i mean we got to know the depths of the angry edge lord. and by depths i mean karkat got angry at gamzee for typing in a way that he didnt like so he yapped like a chihuahua. nah, but seriously, i do like karkat tho, hes growing on me but only bc hes a bitch baby and his whole personality makes me want to mock him so thats the reason im not that annoyed and think hes funny, and the most harmless troll. even more so than tavros. and thats saying something. 7.5/10 bc im generous.

4. then gamzee... the high juggalo troll who has the worst typing quirk imo, i cannot for the life of me read it. but hes chill, i actually really like gamzee. hes funny and the least problematic as of right now. 8.5/10.

5. terezi’s introduction next i think. she likes playing as a lawyer with her stuffed dragons, ie by roleplay, shes blind, can see through licking, and she likes eating chalk, maybe its even nutritious. shes good. 9/10.

6. uhh in the process of these intros, there are teams being made? karkat joins gamzee and terezi in, i THINK, the red team?? bc terezi likes red?? could be wrong, i dont remember the teams except that its red/blue to represent sollux’s duality in those colors. terezi then tries recruiting AC but AC is like lol sorry i have to ask this friend of mine who has authority over me for some goddamn reason and terezi goes yuck tf i hate that guy................... yeah thats all we have on the teams. pretty sure sollux had smth to do with karkat about the making of the leaders, and they did the “i hate me” and the “no i hate me more than u hate u” or whatever the fuck that was. they got embarrassed afterwards and deleted their messages. im pretty sure they have no messages because everything ends up being mutually deleted so their logs are actually empty. ngl, kinda enjoyed their convos, made me appreciate their characters. i hope we get more because its good content. i also dont know what order this whole thing is in, who contacted who first? couldnt tell you. ill remember later on. and since im basing this off from memory alone, gotta deal with what i remember. uhhhh so yeah. we havent met all characters yet so the teams have not been officially decided but we got the bases, which is that.

7. god i found it, and the only thing im looking at right now is the terminology list i made and what the fuck?? what the fuck?? you miss a few weeks and suddenly the word nubslurping comes up and you forget what the fuck youre reading.

8. im PRETTY SURE aradia is seen after that whole team fiasco?? or its sollux... maybe. wait. its sollux, right. i just knew someone gets introduced mid way through is all. actually, someone gets introduced after every 20 pages. i have no idea. but ik aradia and sollux go hand in hand.

9. oh shit. OH SHIT! RIGHT! I REMEMBER! so this occurs in the latest session i did, and not the beginning of act 5, but AG and aradia team up, right?? and sollux fucking gets manipulated by them and ??? idk??? they make him find the game, reprogram it and then make him believe its going to end the world (which in hindsight is true, but anyways) so he refuses to play it which was AG’s plan all along so she steps up and becomes leader in his place. but aradia says sollux will still play the game no matter what, but she never went through with the plan for AG but it was apart of a prophecy? that sollux wouldnt be the leader at all? that he’d still play? but it had to go according to plan so it could succeed??? we just dont know why yet. anyways, point being, she still cares for sollux since she did it for him rather than for AG. and thats what i recall. god tf i forgot about that whole drama until writing down “sollux and aradia go hand in hand” which gave me violent flashbacks to the memory.

10. oh and id give aradia 9/10 and sollux 7/10. i do like sollux but if i put him higher than karkat, id get crucified. so im keeping them around the same.

11. man i really like sollux and aradia tho, i may have put him at 7, but i really like their dynamic and i really hope they make up and aradia explains herself about AG. because from one side it looks shitty. and while sollux is rude and never makes up his mind, he apologized to aradia after going off, and that was the only time ive seen him be sincere, so im pretty sure he cares for her to some extent. and i think its somewhat mutual? considering the whole “did it for him” thing. man, i see potential because i actually like both their characters. theyre well written. may not have the best personalities, but i appreciate well written characters and homestuck has the best ones ive seen in a while.

12. oh shit, hell yeah, the more i write, the more im connecting the dots and remembering. however, the more i write, the more i want to just make an analogy post but thats not for now. jesus christ its not all about analogies, mack, this is a recap. but.. how does andrew do it? to not go off track??? hard. telling ya.

13. anyways, didnt we break the fourth wall at some point and have the demon gods or whatever the fuck speak to us in third person for the first time in the comic, after having only gone into second person narrative, right after we were introduced to sollux and his “virus”? the uh, the phrase “the demon was already here” was said, or something along those lines. first line in homestuck to give me the creeps ngl and i appreciate it bc it gives me motivation to know what the fuck its about. its cool bc you have no idea where its going and it sure doesnt have anything to do with the current plot, since the trolls’ session/game doesnt have fucking demons so im curious as to what the fuck that was about. and if i really have to make a theory, i feel it has something to do with aradia’s voices in her head which also connect to the gods rose heard when she started disregarding rules and told dave to look at derse without listening to music bc it was as if he was purposely blocking away their calls. like holy shit, that gave me the shivers. while i do want to know more about wtf happens after act 4, trolls are taking priority right now. just like we did with the intermission. no discussing the kids unless necessary. treat this as its own separate comic. and THEN we can connect.

14. ANYWAYS, tavros’ intro???? that comes afterwards?? with the fiduspawn that made me gag a little on the inside? yep. remember that. fuck that lol. -1/10 but tavros himself is MAYBE a 6/10? i wish we explored his character more in his intro bc right now he just looks like a character made only to be a victim rather than have any depth and i feel thats robbing someone of their full potential. give me more personality andrew, rather than a quivering boy who falls prey to bitches. im expecting more throughout the comic honestly and i hope he gets growth so hes not looked as a “victim” but rather his own character. he is still sweet, and i like him because i want to protect him, but id rather have more info, you know what i mean?

15. oh hell. kanaya had a chainsaw at some point. that made me happy. and didnt she cut off tavros’ legs?? and he got robot ones? and some creepy dude was looking and we called him saggy tits bc hes sagittarius? right? neat. that did happen. pretty sure saggy tits is ACs friend that tells her what to do. the more u know. OH and they all have colored blood similar to their text colors lol. that i remember... so tavros has brown, terezi has blueish green, um. karkat has grey the loser. and apparently it forms a rainbow which is nice. rainbow is good.

16. i dont remember anything else actually

17. wait no i do. AG appeared. shes a petty bully. idk what to say about her. we didnt get that much, except that she hates tavros but is okay with aradia. she also looks like a bottle opener. actually, i think she teamed with aradia to gain leadership rather than to “be friends”. and while that is similar to how karkat did it, meaning the gain, the motivation and how they earned it is entirely different. kinda seeing a trend tho. the leaders of the red/blue teams are both characters who wanted the role, but never had it to begin with. only to win their way into the position. but rather than ask non-stop like karkat did, AG manipulated others so she could be successful. not too sure if she also used aradia for that, or is actually motivated to become friends since they were “past enemies” and she needed a rebound. pretty sure its somewhat both. while AG did mostly use aradia to speak with sollux, what she doesnt know is that aradia is a bad bitch who never even thought about AG and only followed through with the plan bc she had a plan of her own. i guess we’ll look into that later. i lowkey want to know their history.

18. OH AC!!! she appeared for a second as well. love her. shes amazing. 9.5/10. and you may ask yourself, why am i saying “i love this character” but none of them are 10/10?? weellllll its because, and i cant stress this enough, 10/10 belongs to kanaya, i dont make the rules. im waiting for her introduction, shes my favorite and its obvious. sorry.

19. oh huh seems i forgot about the term “lusus”. which.. is.. their parents but not really, its these fucking weird ass creatures that the trolls fought in a cave or something as a child. i dont fucking know. terezi hatched hers and it died? gamzee’s also died but his goat sea dad was never really there to begin with so while it is sad, its more sad that gamzee never saw him? um.. karkat killed his own by exploding his computer bc sollux said dont run the virus and karkat said u cant tell me what to do and did it anyways. so thats on him. but apparently theyre supposed to die, to become prototyped during the game, right? yeah. i remember now.

20. thats.. about it? idk anything else, nothing is coming back to me apart from the shit above. huh.... im surprised how quickly things do come back to you the moment you rant about the plot tho.... handy trick.

cool. neat. fun. this took me too long. but im glad i remember a little bit.

#i wanted to catch u all up on this #but ill most likely do a liveblog tmr bc i was bust today unfortunately apart from writing this out #bc this took priority for better understanding where i am rn #maaaannnn #writing wears me out #i love it #but its tiring the fucking bitch #so im in need for deep sleep #wish i could do more smh #welll #goodnight :)

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suhmayzooka · 4 years

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cursed child broadway, December 28, 2019

my sister (S) and i were fortunate enough to get tickets for the third row, right by the aisle, making us right in the center. I was a bit worried about the seats being so close to the stage, but it was absolutely amazing to be so close to the action. it was immersive, and i felt like i was part of the action.

S is my polar opposite. she’s not a potterhead, for starters, and likes to call me (and everyone else in the theater, especially those in cosplay) a loser. she’s heavily involved with her school’s theater -- acting and stage crew -- and i call her a theater nerd. she’s an aspiring actress, and almost gave my mom a heart attack when she announced her plan to study acting in college (they compromised, and now S intends to major in psychology in addition to acting). i didn’t know she was interested in cursed child since she eschews all ‘nerdy’ things, but she said that she ‘wanted to see how bad it was.’

she’s been the only extrovert in our family since she was born. she’s a hatstall between gryffindor and slytherin (although she identifies with the lion). if you’re reading this, i’m assuming you like cursed child and perhaps are involved with the fandom. ever read the tea time series on ao3? S is lily luna. she’s the embodiment of how everyone writes lily luna. she cursed out our dad a few days ago. she made me spend the equivalent of two hours of work on fucking soda and popcorn because she didn’t listen to me when i told her to pack a clif bar. this is what i put up with.

she actually enjoyed the show! i was shocked. she loved the effects.

after part one, she turned to me and went, “please just tell me one thing: do albus or scorpius die?”

i was surprised by her question.

she explained: “because at this point all i care about is their romance, and if they don’t get together or if they die i’m leaving the theater.”

this is coming from someone who ranted to me about how she doesn’t understand why people ship non-canon pairings since ‘not every friendship has to be romance.’ and here she was genuinely invested in scorbus? my heart…

i’m a good big sister, so i told her really vague statements like “our heroes will find themselves in danger several times during this act...” “one person’s pain is used to inflict pain on the other” and similar things. eventually, she became convinced that scorpius would be revealed to be voldemort’s son and harry would accidentally kill him. not sure how she came up with that.

i guess everyone caught the plague? the coughing would Not stop. S started making fun of them. and it’s like...everyone was a-okay during wand dance. there were no coughs in the opening choreography for part two. no, everyone had to succumb to coughing fits during the quiet, emotional moments.

“i always wanted a best mate to get up to mayhem with--”

COUGHCOUGHPHLEGMCOUGHHACKHACKHACKPHLEGMPHELGMCOUGHCOUGH

“--you’re my best friend--”

COUGHCOUGHPHLEGMCOUGHHACKHACKHACKPHLEGMPHELGMCOUGHCOUGH

for every. emotional. scene. maybe they were choked up on their tears.

at the last minute we decided to do stage door. as in, we had already left the theater, saw the line outside, and were like, “sure.” unfortunately we had left our playbills in the theater since my hands were occupied holding her soda and popcorn since apparently she’s incapable of doing so…

i’m using google and my shitty facial recognition to remember who was who. we (she) spoke to zell steele morrow (young harry), karen janes woditsch (mcgonagall), nadia brown (rose), james snyder (harry), and nicholas podany (albus). unfortunately, we had to catch our train and left just as jonno roberts (draco) came out :( i think he was S’s favorite.

anyway here are my (our) thoughts:

1. Characters

~nicholas podany is a really good albus! he’s very mischievous, and you can see the wheels in his head turning as he comes up with his (increasingly more ridiculous) plans. whenever he comes up with an idea he looks at scorpius like :O and it gets funnier as the play goes on.

~bubba weiler is a lot of fun. he’s very physical actor, and he really hams it up. his scorpius is meant to be seen rather than read. most of the comic relief is written for scorpius, and there seemed to be roars of laughter after every other line. he shook his hips at “MALFOOYYYY THE UNAANXIOUSSS” and (exaggeratedly) pretended to march in place for “MY GEEKNESS IS A-QUIVERING!!” he purred at rose. he flailed his entire body around when he was crucio-d :( one thing i noticed was how he carried himself. scorpius spent a lot of time sitting hunched over, rocking slightly back and forth (most noticeable when he was introduced, but he hunched over and rocked on the staircase several times as well). when he stands he’s rubbing his thumbs or the hems of his robes. his leg was bouncing nonstop in the library scene. anyway what i’m trying to say is scorpius malfoy is neurodivergent. ableists don’t interact.

~for some reason S says that both scorpius and albus are unlikeable, but they’re cute together. she was very proud when scorpius yelled at albus for being “the most terrible friend.”

~the chemistry between scorbus is There. it’s clear podany and weiler are close friends irl; they’re extremely comfortable together and play off each other really well.

~matt mueller is great as ron. he works well with what he’s been given...not his fault thorne/tiffany decided to make ron a caricature with very little resemblance to canon ron...but that’s a rant for another day :] he’s delightful on stage. he’s funny and charming.

~i’ll admit i wasn’t really feeling jenny jules as hermione, at least in part one. she’s really playful, especially in the scene in her office where she offers harry a “to~fee~!” she was really great in the dark timeline, however.

~my romione heart

~the man himself, james snyder as harry potter! was um, very shouty? very angry all the time. he’s under a lot of stress. his son disappeared in time. i’ll let it slide.

~jonno roberts was literally draco malfoy. his sneer, his swagger, everything was absolutely as i imagined draco 20 years in the future would be. he’s so protective of scorpius...when the adults travel back to 1981 to find their sons, he picks scorpius up as they hug? and then instead of breaking apart, he sort of...put one arm around scorpius’s neck? like a backwards neck travel pillow thing. scorpius held his arm as draco looked around behind him for any danger. it was really cute.

~diane davis was a really protective ginny. all the fiery ginny from the books that was absent from the films made its way into her.

2. Scenes

~one criticism i have is the fact that everyone speaks really quickly. it’s a five hour play and i get that they’re trying to contain all the dialogue within that time but like...it’s a dialogue-heavy show. i knew what was going on since i’m familiar with the script and the story, but there were parts when S and other members of the audience were confused. this was especially noticeable during the trolley witch scene. literally nothing could be heard over the music and the sound effects, and several people around us were audibly confused and asking each other what was happening. i mean, it doesn’t make a lot more sense with the dialogue, but at least let us hear what the characters are saying!

~podany, snyder, and (at times) weiler were the worst offenders. weiler’s good at physical comedy, punctuating his iconic lines with clownlike movements for laughs since no one would know what he’s saying otherwise. e.g. “we stand over the baby and scream” was almost inaudible, so we just heard “HEEELLLPPP HEEEEELLLP!” it was effective since the whole theater laughed, i guess. take this with a grain of salt; we were only a few feet away from the stage, so maybe our audio wasn’t the best.

~roberts was crystal clear at all times

~S fell in love with scorbus during the staircase ballet. if you’ve seen that one clip from this cast you know why. the YEARNING.

~the LIBRARY scene! i reblogged audio of this a few months ago. oh my god, it’s perfect. it hits the emotional highs and lows. when albus said, “i wasn’t a loser before i met you,” there was a collective gasp and we all “OOOOOOOOOOH”-ed. everyone was invested in this. weiler’s performance is really emotional, he’s holding back tears, i’m holding back tears. podany’s gets so soft when he talks about how kind he is. i actually clenched my heart. “friends?” “always.” audience: “OOOOOOOOOH!”

~i can confirm that myrtle’s “girls...AND BOYS” is directed straight at albus. his eyes widen, and he sheepishly shrugs his shoulders and is very excited to change the topic.

~scorpius’s imaginary friend was named hector. idk if he improvises it every time, or if he decided to change it to hector from flurry, but his delivery was great. sweetly: “oh, i had one of those too!” scathing hiss: “HECTOR.”

~the biggest jumpscare of the play was when scorpius emerged from the lake at the end of part one. it was all dark, and then he shoots out of the water, gasping. i jumped.

~voldemort walked down the aisle right next to us. S was terrified that he’s jump or touch her, so she curled up next to me.

~i was interested in how the penultimate scene would play out, since i heard that weiler and podany really play up their relationship, but scorpius had spent every scene with rose purring at her. she came and imitated a scorpion when she said “scorpion king,” curving her hand and making a hissing noise, which elicited a few “oohs” from the audience. then the Hug...the “new version of us” line is said as they hug, and they just. stood there for a few moments, hugging. when albus goes “you better ask rose” scorpius looks up at him and blinks, goes, “.........uh oh yeah, rose….” and goes off stage. right before he exits he looks at albus, and albus keeps watching him after he leaves. uhh anyway scorbus is canon and so is pollyrose

~“dad...i don’t want to be a wizard anymore.” (dead silence) “i want to go into pigeon racing” *breaks into the biggest shit-eating grin and cracks up*. the last shot is harry holding albus as he silently weeps. Ookay.

~due to several instances of childhood trauma, my sister’s biggest fear is birds (especially chickens, ostriches, and...pigeons). she didn’t know why people laughed at harry’s confession that he was afraid of pigeons, because to her that’s a valid fear. we saw a pigeon in the train station and she almost cried.

3. Stage door

~S did most of the talking. she told everyone “so sorry we don’t have our playbill! you did such a great job!” and then struck up mini conversations. i stood nodding like “good job!” looking like this :]

~first up was (i believe) zell steele morrow! he’s so cute and was really upbeat. S finally found someone shorter than her…

~karen janes woditsch asked what houses we’re in. S was like “gryffindor!” and she smiled, i told her “ravenclaw” and she was like, “well...i love all my students equally….”

~i didn’t recognize james snyder since he was dressed like he was in the arctic. neither did S.

~nadia brown was so sweet! you could tell she really loved seeing fans. there was a group behind us in line who apparently were here for their third viewing, and they conversed like they were old friends.

~nicholas podany came out wearing a t shirt. in december. i was cold because i forgot to wear gloves and he came out in a t shirt. the group behind us asked if he was cold and he said that he was hot from running around the stage. S told him that he did great, she asked how long he was performing (ten months since february) and her response was “oh, that makes sense, you were good!” he went on about how he loves performing, how each night is different based on the crowd and how we were such a great crowd, and i could feel S like. sinking into the sidewalk. i just nodded at him and went “good job.”

~he’s my height, maybe slightly shorter (i’m 5’6/167 cm) and very pale. i think S has a crush on him since she wants to go back to “apologize for being so awkward.” growing up she had a crush on daniel radcliffe, too, so i guess she has a thing for potters.

~the group behind us went on about how much they loved harry potter, had been fans their whole lives, etc. podany’s apparently a huge potterhead, but not the biggest in the cast: they all came together to see who was the biggest potterhead, and the answer is the actor who plays cedric (forgot his name and the internet isn’t helping, sorry!) -- his tv (?) remote is in the shape of a wand! the rest of them are nerdy enough to fact-check the director lmao

~we didn’t get to actually speak with jonno roberts, but we saw him interacting with other fans. he seems like a cool guy.

#ccsquad #cursed child #i see cc

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ailuronymy · 4 years

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Book Club: Tallstar’s Revenge, chpt. 10-18 overview.

Human voices as heard by cats, courtesy of two experts in the field of ailurolinguistics:

"ghghtaa'ppgthannneetltssssa!” - S.

“Nnghavva'thalpssasann!” - K.

This week we’re discussing this chapter through these nine questions. Please feel welcome to do the same and @ailuronymy + use the tag #ailuronymy writing challenge. Happy reading and I’m looking forward to seeing your feelings about this book.

1. First impressions?

K. Everyone has many important discussions, that actually hold zero weight at all. Many things happen for absolutely no reason. I'm in pain.

S. REAL.

2. How did you feel reading this section?

S. Emotionally conflicted. There's always some frustration, but there were also moments of genuine joy, which was a very welcome surprise.

K. But for real: pleased to see some genuine growth and goodness from my favourite characters, but so upset at the bad directions taken.

3. What chapter did you find most interesting/moving/effective, and why?

S. I keep forgetting to mark things out by chapter in my notes, but I feel like the time Tallpaw spends with Reena really brought me the most pleasure to read.

K. I think I got the most out of the first half of Chapter Twelve, the Gathering. I loved the back-to-back of Heatherstar making good choices, the new warrior trio jumping around and being sweet, and Dawnstripe Finally Giving Us Some Good Fucking Advice. K. Honorary shout-out to Tallpaw finally telling his dad off in Chapter Eleven though.

S. YES.

4. What chapter did you find least interesting/effective/most frustrating, and why?

S. Most frustrating is absolutely the aftermath of both Brackenwing's death and later Sandgorse's. I was not coping with how stupid and unreasonable everyone was being, but in a way that felt entirely manufactured, and not actual grief.

K. Chapter Eighteen pissed me off to see Tallpaw be taken in such a tangent. Like, everyone else I can kind of ignore because I wasn't expecting Windclan to be very good about any of it since Erin's doing her bullshit. K. But Tallpaw.... I was hoping Tallpaw would be better.

5. Is there a passage that stuck in your mind–for good, or not-so-good reasons? What is it, and why did it stand out? Try breaking it down and analysing what this passage does and how.

S. I really loved Dawnstripe's conversation with Tallpaw. That stood out to me as basically unique in Erin Hunter's writing so far, especially in this book.

K. “Tallpaw stiffened. Did Sandgorse think he’d change his mind about becoming a moor runner now that he’d been underground?” K. I loved seeing him just finally Snap. K. Not to mention the very real young gay feeling of having that dread in your stomach, of going "Oh no, am I going to have to keep this up?"

6. Have your feelings changed towards any character in this next section? What caused this change?

K. Sandgorse lost all rights! K. Can't believe I almost liked him for a second, the hope for an okay dad got me there.

S. It’s okay. I was too jaded to be taken in, but your optimism isn't a weakness. S. I hate their relationship and I Love that Sandgorse died but God I Hate Tallpaw's reaction to that so much. It's so jarring and feels way off from reality.

K. Also: I would die for Doespring/Stagleap/Ryestalk, I adore them so much. Same with Reena, she can stay.

S. For me, the biggest change is that I'm losing a lot of affection and attachment to Tallpaw the longer he keeps up this Sandgorse whinge. Like, I was ecstatic when Sandgorse died, but now that Tallpaw's only personality trait is being miserable about Sandgorse, it's really like he never left and I hate that passionately.

7. How do you feel about pacing in the book so far? Is the story moving too fast, too slow, just right? Why do you feel this way?

S. Way too slow.

K. The pacing is dry and slow and sad. So much of what's happened so far could be condensed and written so much better.

S. You could cut out a solid half of what's written and it'd be a better story. It's all fat right now, where it could be lean and tasty, medium-rare spiced narrative.

8. How do you feel about the visitors in this section? Is it a new element you really like, or does it feel out of place? Share your thoughts on this new development!

K. From the notes: Okay, I don’t like what’s happening with the visitors and I don’t think they should even be here, but I do think that they seem like fun little people. Like for all intents and purposes the visitors should not exist, but boy am I always glad to see characters I don't hate!

S. Oh, that's so interesting! I actually feel quite positively to the idea of Windclan's regular visitors, and it's definitely something in my canon. I don't like any of how canon's handling it (surprise, surprise) but I like that this idea has been broached, and it feels entirely right to me that Windclan is the one to do it.

K. I don't disagree with you there, I think for me it's just frustrating seeing how the Erins are introducing and handling it that's bugged me. Like, Windclan is on the outskirts of everything and it makes total sense that they'd be much more likely to run into like... farmcats and the like more than other clans. That doesn't bug me. It's just like... literally everything about how they've been set up and how secretive things are and blah blah blah that makes me lose it a little.

S. Totally. I’m with you.

9. If you could change one significant moment in this section–a piece of dialogue, an event, a bit of world-building–what would you want to change, and what do you think would be the ramifications of that for the rest of the story?

K. THE CLAN NEEDS TO STEP UP FOR TALLPAW, END OF STORY K. But yeah no, there's lots of shit that needs fixing but DAMN if the clan doesn't need to stand up for Tallpaw and defend and support him. Boy takes SO much blame and he deserves none of it.

S. I honestly wonder how much difference there would be if Palebird had more support/Brackenwing half-adopted Tallpaw (you know, the way queens are said to co-raise kittens but never do). Because this boy is so unloved and his self-esteem comes from feeling totally unwanted and undervalued, so he clamours for Sandgorse's approval because he doesn't get it from Palebird, but Sandgorse rejects him and makes it worse, so Tallpaw is stuck really craving validation and not really having any outlet to develop his sense of self or confidence in his own value and abilities. Obviously Dawnstripe is doing her best, but that's not a substitute for parental neglect and abuse.

K. Dawnstripe: Look at him! You fucked him up, is what you did. He has anxiety!

Final notes:

S. I knew Sandgorse was going to die because it was mentioned in some of the pages I looked at for the story I'm writing. And I thought he was going to be murdered by Sparrow, because that's how all the wikis talked about it. S. So when he died of his own idiot hubris, I was like, "wait what" and kept waiting for it to be revealed that Sparrow killed him in the tunnel and then made it collapse to cover that up. S. So I thought it was going to be a story of Tallpaw Solves A Murder No-one Will Believe Was Committed. And that... didn't happen. He just got shitty and hateful. K. Tbh that would make more sense and also be leagues cooler than. Any of this S. Yeah! I thought it would be kind of dope and then Talltail would confront Sparrow and be like, "you're not worth it," and be the bigger man or whatever, that whole thing, learn the meaning of friendship or whatever, and go home. S. Instead! Sparrow didn't do it, so now Tallpaw's just a wreck out of control lashing out at everyone and decides to hunt down someone to kill them for not dying and/or saving his outrageously shitty dad. S. To me, a much more likely story is Tallpaw experiencing guilt because he's relieved that Sandgorse's gone and he's like, 'oh my god I'm a bad person I shouldn't want my dad to be gone.' Like that's a trauma narrative that people who've, you know, experienced significant abuse can actually relate to. K. Not to mention that like. Before Sandgorse dies, his one action is to blame his son for being awful at everything and to pretty much disown him. K. But YEAH, lets feel Sad for That Guy

K. [Shrewpaw] was bad before and frankly I am beyond tired with him now. S. He has no real narrative purpose, is what peeves me. I know that's a bit highbrow for an Erin Hunter story, but like. You should be thinking about function in a story, especially one for children, because in children's lit., you don't really have the space for excess. You should keep the story trim and clean. S. Giving Erin Hunter more pages, like they do in these super editions, enables their worst habits, which is the fact I don't think they consider function like ever. So you have all this... flabby, pointless dialogue that doesn't move anything forward or reveal any new characterisation.

K. Oh, some other choice notes from the Gathering: K. Stagleap: Hey bro, come see this hot Riverclan babe with me. Tallpaw, gay: Uhh I’m very interested in the announcements, actually, K. Dawnstripe accidentally playing wingman for her apprentice is coincidentally very funny. “Tallpaw didn’t like the way the young tom was eyeing him—like a hunter assessing prey.” Hmmmmm Okay Buddy, S. I was genuinely so charmed by Stagleap's crush on Shimmerpelt. That felt real and true and I loved it. The rest of the gathering let me down a lot, but like. Erin Hunter gatherings always do. They don't know how to let a scene breathe. K. Stagleap, Ryestalk, and Doespring are so charming. I love when they come onscreen. They inject a lot of cute moments into a very dour book. K. Gatherings are my favourite in concept so I always get SO excited to read them. But they almost always suck. S. It's wild to me that Erin Hunter is never like, "maybe fun is fun." I do resent it. S. I love the organised chaos of a gathering, and how different it is to literally every other part of warrior life. It's something that I actively have to resist putting in stories, because I always want to do it even when it adds nothing to what I'm telling. It's just so fun to write and to read. S. Literally one of my notes is just "Ahh!!! A Gathering! Finally!" K. Me too!! Mine was "GATHERING TIME, GATHERING TIME, my favourite part of any book!" S. [dabbing frantically because cats are going to hang out under a full moon] K. Like if you were going to let a scene have its moment and play it out, it would be the Gathering. Like I'd love for the announcements to happen and then they all just mingle and enjoy themselves until the moon clouds over. Instead of Announcements, Moon Over, Scene Done, Go Home. S. Gathering speedrun: if you clip through the deputy, you can skip the personal connection and go right to the leaving while being kind of bored and miserable.

S. [after Sandgorse’s suggestion of hiding from invaders in the tunnels or using them to run away] why. [Raiders are] literally not going to be like, “oh I guess Windclan’s not here and we should go home,” they’ll be like, “great Windclan’s not here, this IS our new home.” Sandgorse talks a big game about not being a coward, but the tunnellers’ solutions are literally only “just hide in a hole” or “run away.” S. I got so mad about that. The tunnellers being like, "we were doing important tunnel business to protect the clan, we could be here to protect the clan," and they get chewed out for that and Sandgorse has the brass balls to be like, "well our tunnels will save lives." S. I'm like, will they? S. Or will you die in one in a pathetic final display of defiant idiot masculinity?

S. That said, something that did chatter my suspension of disbelief like cheap glass: the visitors' names. K. They’re bad. S. Algernon???? K. ALGERNON K. ALGIE??? S. "They were named by twolegs" please say psyche S. I just... cannot believe in a world where a cat hears some word humans repeat at them a lot, and goes, "that's my name, I will introduce myself to other cats using this sound." Instead of like... getting a name from other cats, or picking a name for themselves. Especially if the cat doesn't live with those humans. S. It's more real to me for a cat to be like "oh yeah that's what the humans think my name is, they don't speak cat very well but they're trying," than being like, "I will take that garbled junk as my name." K. I love that so much better. S. I find it so funny that cats would hear human languages basically like cthulhu speech, and be with a friend like, [listens] Human in the garden: ghghtaa'ppgthannneetltssssa! Cat: "hold on, my person is calling, I need to check on them." Cat, returns: "It's fine, they forgot where the door was so I showed them. What were you saying?" K. Cat: "Are you good?? Do you need assistance?" Human: Nnghavva'thalpssasann! Cat: "Ohh, you want pets. Here, I can give you some chin rubs. You like those? God, you're so stupid and I love that about you." S. Cat: "my humans are so smart, they know about seven words, kind of." S. Cat: "I call that one 'Very Tall Getter of Things From the Shelf' and I call that one 'Cuddles Me Warmly.'"

#ailuronymy book club #a little delayed! sorry about that everyone. looking forward to seeing everyone's thoughts about this round #tallstar's revenge

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wingsporkhalo · 4 years

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He’s Mine: A BakuDeku Fic Spork- Chapter 3

Eyyy it’s time for chapter 3! Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Last time, Katsuki attempted to confess his “love,” Izuku was forced to dress as a girl, Shoto kidnapped Izuku, I ranted about people uke-fying my favorite characters, and Kirishima offered some terrible advice! In today’s installment, Shoto makes terrible jokes and lies to Izuku’s mother, Izuku and Shoto go on a date, and our helpless damsel protagonist gets attacked by a villain!! Also, I provide several of my own takes on the pairing! Special thanks as always to @kittykatz009, @the-wizard-l, @satsuneade, and Phos! Thanks especially for the art, Satsu! LOL

Me: Thanks for the summary, Izuku, but wouldn't your time be better spent experiencing new events?

"OH WELL AS LONG AS THEY SAID SORRY, MY SUFFERING IS RENDERED MEANINGLESS! EVERYTHING'S GOOD!!"

Wiz: OH JOY Me:

My mum shouted me

That's right. She just... threw her head back and screamed MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE as loud as she could One of our neighbors thumped on the wall. "MAKE HER STOP DOING THAT!" I heard a muffled voice roar on the other side. "I'm sorry!" I shouted back. "I don't know why it keeps happening!!" Wiz: JTRHSDGF

Satsu: Oh god Phos: Jeez Me: Wow, okay, sure, just declare yourself someone's boyfriend without asking them first. Wh... Where's Inko going? cOME BACK! WE NEED AN ADULT PRESENT Satsu: Okay but why isn't Inko questioning Deku about this!??? Me: FOR REAL THOUGH "Also, I found some girls' clothing in your bag... Honey, you know you can tell me anything. Is... everything all right? You know I love you no matter what, right?" "mOM STOP YOU'RE EMBARRASSING ME" Satsu: HER ONLY SON HAVING A BOYFRIEND FOR THW FIRST TIME SHOULD BE AN IMPORTANT MATTER Ndvdkfbfkfbksbd Phos: "Truth is I got dressed up in it against my will." "Did they apologize?" "Yes" "Then that’s all right!" Me: I'd love to say it's completely out of character for Shoto to respond to a question with a shitty pun he's no doubt spent hours coming up with... but I could definitely see him doing that, actually but not THIS shitty pun Not THIS one this one... is uNBEARABLE SAVE ME lskjfslkdj pHOS I like how there's a lone quotation mark there, like that line was so fucking bad that even the punctuation is trying to separate itself from it Satsu: SKBFKWBGKDBSKDJIDBFJD 😂 😂 Me: AFTER THE PARK?? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THERE? WAS THAT JUST NOT IMPORTANT??? AREN'T YOU WRITING ABOUT THE DEVELOPMENT OF THE RELATIONSHIP?? WHAT THE FUCK Wiz: tjdafgfdhgfhg Me: THIS PERSON'S WRITING!!! IS SO FUCKING BORING!!! PLEASE, GIVE ME SOMETHING!! THE CLOSEST WE EVER GOT TO DESCRIPTION WAS THE LOST CAT THING AND EVEN THAT WAS COMPLETELY INANE Oh boyyyyy the next part

Satsu: They just got there and went back lol Me: I wish this author could be stoped Satsu: Omg she had FANS XDDD Phos: She has tiny electrical fans in her mouth. They’re completely shorted out by now, but that’s what you get. Me: "I'm glad I'm here with you, Tod--I mean, Shoto-kun." "Me too, Izuku." [silence. A crow flies overhead. Crickets chirp.] "Well, this was nice, Izuku, but I should be getting home." "Wh...what? But we just g... uh. O-Okay...??" Satsu: KDBDKFBFJX Me: [throws some rabbits in the air] Two high-up buns I mean, you ain't wrong, Toga DOES have lots of fans, but how could you tell that from looking in her mouth?? A Japanese girls uniform? Uh... is... is there a uniform that all Japanese girls must wear? That sounds like some kind of dystopian hellscape??? Wiz: Not wearing your japanese girl uniform? sirens start up Me:

(Guessed who it is ;))

Yeah, as with everything in your writing, it didn't take a genius to figure it out. It may take a psychologist, however. Satsu: Poor Deku, can't really defend himself even though he has One for all's power and has defeated so many villains already :( Me: I KNOW LIKE WHAT THE FUCK 😂

"Your cute come with me!"

Okay like... if you're going to bother putting an actual yandere into the story, let alone one who is canonically in love with Izuku/wants to murder him, don't you think her dialogue should be a little more characteristic?? Like, uhhh, "I've been waiting to see you again, Izuku-kun! Did you miss me?? I missed you. But it's okay. You'll never go anywhere without me again~" Y'KNOW SOMETHING SCARY AND UNSETTLING Satsu: "hey cutie ;)" Phos: That’s really good dialogue on short notice, Mom Me: WHAT THE FUCK IS AN ALIWAY [someone points to a girl named Ali] "about 140 pounds" aww, thanks Phos!! <3 Why would Izuku follow her though?? He KNOWS what Himiko Toga looks like!! He has fought her before!! Good lord!!

When I saw it my body trembled and I backed up to the wall

Bitch!! This kiddo faced down the League of Villains, The Hero Killer Stain, a humongous freakshow four times his size with prehensile muscles, a performance-enhanced metalbender, several morons in plague masks, and a terrifying maniac who had rearranged his body into a titanic monstrosity with four arms, and didn't back down!!! What the fuck show are you watching???

She cut my cheek

And Izuku just... stood there, I guess, with a bit of drool escaping his semi-open mouth as he stared at nothing vacantly. Wiz: :’)))))) Me: And then he just passes out for no reason?? I?? I don't get it! Was it because of the explosion? Did he get cut a bunch more times (but we never knew because the author was incapable of describing it to us) and pass out from blood loss? Or is he just so frightened of this admittedly-terrifying girl that he just swooned onto the ground???

Sure. Because visiting Deku is something he does all the time I guess. This is so pointless, so bad, so unbelievably boring, oh my god author I've met trees with more personality than your writing. Literally I read a book where a tree was the main character and it was one of the most interesting books I've ever read Wiz: y e p Me: also, there's the "my deku" again [rolling eyes] Satsu: oh god

Satsu: Did Kacchan seriously stalk him for more than two hours Me:

I ran to wards

I hope it was to a psych ward; that's where I'm headed after reading this. Satsu: was it really two hours because nothing happened there apparently Me:

And hit her in the face with my quirk. When I was done beating her up

Oh my god you idiot. You fool. You are like a little baby. Himiko Toga is not so easy to defeat. She's a notorious killer who's wanted for dozens of murders, and she's also a master of deception, extraordinarily quick-witted, and really good at knowing when it's time to skedaddle. >:C Satsu: Two things: He didn't recognize her even though she's from the league of villains Also, he just... Left her there..... Jaz: I'm so offended that they butchered Toga's characterization like this Me:

"Deku?" I asked while shaking him a bit. But he didn't respond

Oh god, he's finally succumbed to shaken baby syndrome from all these people infantilizing him Wiz: fdghjDSFGHJ Me:

I checked his puls

His what now? Wiz: his puls Me: gOD STOP SHAKING HIM OH MY GOD Bridle style. I can only assume this means he wrapped Izuku around the muzzle of a horse Wiz: oh my god Me: Oh, so suddenly Inko is back at the house again?? "A crazy girl tried to kill him with a knife" "IS HE OKAY??" "...I mean, obviously not. Did you not hear what I just said" Satsu: The puls 😂 😂

Jaz: Bakugou. What. The. Fuck. Me: I went up stairs. Just... some random stairs. I went up them. Yo but for real though... WHY DID IZUKU PASS OUT I don't think more intense stalking is the answer, Katsuki So like... how do you say "had of" but then later use the correct "would've"??? I? Maybe don't rub your finger in his fresh wound, Kacchan?? Wiz: o w Me: "Deku... who did this to you?!" "Oh that? Don't worry about that. I was chasing a stray cat and it, uh, got a little temperamental" "...were you shirtless during this?" "Yeah!" "........why??" "I had just gotten out of the shower." "................look, never mind. My fault for asking." I like how Katsuki's like "I'll make her pay for hurting Deku" but for the past decade it has in fact been him who has been hurting Deku Wiz: OH RIP Satsu: OH LORD Me: I don't get it; why is he just rubbing all these scratches? I can understand if he like, gently traced them with his finger? but you keep saying RUBBING and I'm like, what kind of strange fetish is that??? Wiz: That sounds ow fjcmv Me: So he just intently stares at his childhood "friend" until he himself loses consciousness. Sure. Makes sense. Inko pokes her head in later like "Boys, I made you some sna--oh. They're asleep. Uhh, I guess I should call Mitsuki and let her know Katsuki's staying over... that's nice. He hasn't spent the night since they were four" Satsu: Aww that's actually cute, but very impossible in canon 😂 Jaz: Lol it really is Me: that reminds me of a tiny something I wrote thanks to one of these badfics that I should share with y'all

Jaz: Hey look, it me Me: When u stan two characters becoming friends instead of becoming boyfriends Satsu: Omg 😭 😭 😭 😭 Jaz: FRIENDSHIP Me: YEP I friend-ship them so hard (': Satsu: SLOW-BURN FRIENDSHIP Me: SLOW BURN FRIENDSHIP ALSKDAJ;FKLD I LOVE IT Jaz: Hey, that is AMAZING Me: Katsuki: Fuck that. [holds up his hands, which are sparking] I burn everything fast Kirishima just puts a hand on his shoulder like "whoa, slow down there, ya little pyro"

OKAY, WHAT THE HELL! TOGA INTRODUCES HERSELF TO IZUKU WHEN THEY FIRST MEET, AND LATER WHEN THEY MEET AGAIN HE REMEMBERS HER BY NAME (and Toga looks... uhhh, a little too happy about that). HE KNOWS WHO SHE IS Satsu: Kzbdkfbjejdbd I'm crying at the had placed his head on his chest Me: I'm crying at the fact that apparently Bakugou is able to wrap his hand entirely around Izuku, because I guess he suddenly has Kendou from class 1-B's Quirk now And also "I tured my head" like oh really? Did you need a ture guide? Was it like, an Inside Out thing?? The idea of Izuku sleeping with his head on Katsuki's chest is cute, but I don't think they would willingly arrange themselves like that. It's more of a "we happened to pass out like this after being smashed out of the sky by a villain" pose, and when one of them wakes up they'd be like "aAAAH OH CHRIST OH FUCK [scrambles away like they just woke up cuddling a giant spider]" "he moanded" oh my god save me 😂 Wiz: moanded Satsu: Oh nooooooooo

Wiz: wh Me: "as soon as he [let go of me] I got away from him" Hey look, the first in-character thing that's happened THIS WHOLE FUCKING TIME I like how Inko only exists when the author needs her to

"Coming!" I shouted back

Already? He only moanded once WHY WAS THAT ALL YOU HEARD FROM YOUR MOM? IS SHE LIKE, FADING OUT OF EXISTENCE AGAIN? MAYBE ASK HER WHAT SHE MEANS BEFORE SHE BECOMES MIST? "HEY MOM, DO YOU MEAN HE HAS YOUR BLESSING TO CONTINUE TO ABUSE AND TORMENT ME LIKE HE'S BEEN DOING FOR THE PAST 11 YEARS OR SO??" Wiz: :'))) Me: plus, is she forgetting that a DIFFERENT attractive teenager claimed to be Izuku's boyfriend yesterday?? Jaz: my head hurts from this

Wiz: There is so much happening but also nothing, I'm just. what. Me: Izuku is so fucking dumb in this story that he, to use a phrase I saw in a post today, "wouldn't know how to pour water out of a boot if there were instructions on the heel" Wiz: I freaking love that phrase Jaz: "but Kacchan was already finished.... I guess we have that in common" WHAT THE FUCK Me: And again, he only moanded once. Pitiful Jaz: get these bois to a doctor Satsu: And that's why they have to marry Because they have so much in common Me: Also, why is Izuku clutching his chest? Did he sprout boobs because the author has feminized him so fucking much?

He scoffed his breakfast down.

Okay. "You call yourself a waffle? Pathetic. Eggo, you say? More like, Egad, this waffle sucks." Jaz: WING OMG

Me: Without the umbrella? I suppose it's just as well. Even if it was raining, the author would never tell us Jaz: THEY SPELLED “DAMNED” RIGHT OH MY GOD Me:

while walking

oh my god, for real? couldn't you at least tack that onto some dialogue? Like, I asked while walking??? Jaz: too much work. they had to put all the effort into spelling damned right Me: PFFFFFFFFF The last line there is so depressing because it means the author IS aware of how Katsuki acts in canon... and has chosen to write him this way regardless

"I'm... mm [struggles to speak]" "Kacchan?? Are you okay??" "Yes, it's just that whenever I try to say something in-character my mouth snaps shut and I MMM-MM [flails around desperately]" "[panicking] oH NO! WHOSE QUIRK IS CAUSING THIS" Satsu: Ldbdkdbdkf Me: I like how the author makes Katsuki delay telling him The Big Important Thing until after school... which adds like a whole 6 sentences to the story instead of being a "haha, you'll have to wait for it, readers!" thing And I like how Izuku is self-aware enough to tell people where he's going and who he's hanging out with, but not self-aware enough to realize that he's in a love triangle apparently. Satsu: Of course this is the thing I decided to do to finish my art block lmao

Me: lKJF;LGKSEJRG;AWLKJGD;LKJE;GIJW;EGJS;LKJS;GLSKGJF Wiz: oh my god beauty Me: IM GONAN FUCEKN CRY OMGGGGGG Satsu: THEBIMAGE WAS STUCK IN MY HEAD, I AH TO DO IT LOLLL Me: I LAUGHED SO HARD THAT I CHOKED ON MY OWN SPIT AND COUGHED A LOT [WHEEZES] Phos: Oh my GOLLY THAT’S SO GREAT Satsu: I'M SO SORRY MOM DLVDKDVDKD Me: "Close your eyes!" "Uhhh, Kacchan? Last time you held something behind your back and told me to close my eyes, you threw an angry squirrel at me and then recorded me running around trying to get it off me" "Psh, that was a long time ago, nerd. I'm different now." "That was last week, Kacchan"

"Is it--" "It's not a fucking squirrel, all right! Just do it!!" "o-okay!" Jaz: that picture is so beautiful omg Kacchan isn't going to be happy you dropped those roses Me: Mkay so if Bakugou suddenly kissed him, I think Izuku would leap back and be like "WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU PRETENDING TO BE KACCHAN" "No, it's--listen, it's really me, okay?" "LIAR! WHERE IS THE REAL KACCHAN?!" "I'm right here, you moron! [puts both hands on his chest] I'm Katsuki Bakugou! Cross my heart!" "AHA! YOU'VE SLIPPED UP! KACCHAN DOESN'T HAVE A HEART TO CROSS!!" "Wow, that was kind of fucking uncalled for, but I guess I can see why you'd say that" Jaz: lmao oh my god Wiz: DPESN'T HAVE A HEART TO CROSS Satsu: Kdbsjdhdbd I love that when you write them it's like they go back to normal, oh my babies ;-; Maybe the're just actors on a very bad romance series Me: And then yeah he would absolutely yell at him for dropping the flowers and Izuku would be like "[squints suspiciously] .......Kacchan?" "YES, for the three trillionth time. Jesus, I knew you were an idiot, but I didn't know you were THIS dumb. Now pick up those fucking flowers before I blast a hole through you" "[clutching his own head] wHAT IS HAPPENINGGGGG" Jaz: now THAT'S the Kacchan he knows! Me: What a beautiful greeting for a heartfelt love letter

Wiz: they spelled damn right :oooo Me: I know; it's almost as amazing as their utter disregard for canon Jaz: oh jesus Me: Izuku would stare at that letter for ages and find a hidden message in it Izuku, reading the note: "Hey, damn nerd... Even though I didn't get to tell you yesterday, I was trying to say that I'm in Love with you. I want to go out with you. Let me know what you think. PS- Tell anyone else and you're dead." [long pause] "...............oh my god... the first letter of each line... HE'S IN TROUBLE!! I HAVE TO SAVE HIM" Jaz: Afudshgoudshuigdsh

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Next time: The last installment, in which Katsuki and Shoto fight over our damsel!

#mha #my hero academia #badfic #bad fanfiction #hes mine #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou #shoto todoroki #bakudeku #tododeku

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theladylovingcrow · 4 years

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No, Sam! (Sanny Fanfic)

*Crack Smut alert*

Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow - writing/art Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner (Sanny)

Length: about 700 words

Warnings/Tags: crack, attempted humor, smut, Sanny, cockblocking, orgasmus interruptus or whatever it is, dirty talking

Summary: Short and shitty, I needed something to make me laugh this morning. Sam and Danny keep getting interrupted.

Author's Notes: This took like 20 minutes, I just wanted to do something funny with a little bit of dialogue I had. Enjoy!

@satans-helper (anyone else let me know if you want to be tagged in Sanny stuff)

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"Come on, Danny. Please, please give me some, I'm dying for it!"

"No, Sam."

"Just a few little thrusts! Come on, what do I have to do to get you to fuck me?"

"SAM. Not now, okay? I think we should stop."

"But whyyyy?" Sam whined, doing his best puppy dog pout.

"Because I think I hear your parents in the hallway!" Danny whisper-yelled, eyes a little wide with panic.

"Oh, crap."

At that moment, raucous laughter rang out through the house, coming from right outside Sam's bedroom door.

The two on the bed shared a nervous look, wondering if they were found out.

"Oh! Kelly, did you hear that? 'I'm dying for it!'" Sam's mother yelled, voice mimicking Sam's, though it was strained with laughter.

"I think we should leave them alone, dear. They're probably very busy." That was his dad. Sam's face turned tomato red.

"Well, I don't think much is going on at the moment. Didn't you hear?" Karen repeated.

"Are you being safe, boys? STDs are still a thing, even if you're gay. Do you need some condoms?" Kelly asked, clearly standing on the other side of the wooden door.

"No, uhh... were good. Thanks, Dad," Sam bit out awkwardly, clearly not wanting to respond but also wanting everything to end.

There was some more snickering, and then a couple minutes of quiet where Sam and Danny still did not dare to move.

"Do you think they're gone?"

"Maybe. Oh damn, I kinda lost it."

"Yeah, I can tell. Want me to blow you? Gonna get you nice and hard, so big, want you to fuck me so bad. I'm so horny, Danny," Sam whispered the last part in his ear, clenching around Danny to punctuate his point.

Danny helplessly groaned and pulled out, moving up to straddle Sam's chest when-

"Aha! I fucking knew Sammy was the bottom bitch!"

Jake's voice, coming from... the window? Crap, the open window.

"Shit, we never closed the window last night. It was too smoky in here."

Sam gave Danny a 'now YOU shut up, idiot' look and called out to Jake.

"Hey, what the FUCK?! Can you leave us alone, please?"

"Aw, but baby brother finally got with his man! How could we leave now?"

Josh was there too, apparently.

Sam threw his head back and groaned in exasperation. "Ohh my godddd."

The twins snickered from outside, most likely thinking he was getting some good dick. The knowledge that they were probably standing on tree stumps just to reach the window didn't even bring Sam much comfort.

Danny was still awkwardly sitting on his chest.

"Uhh... should I go make them go away? Are we even gonna continue?"

"No. I'm not really in the mood any more."

"Damn, okay. Wanna watch a movie?"

"Yeah, sure. Why don't you go get The Dark Knight?"

While they had been talking, Danny had stealthily crept (more like crawled naked across the floor, which meant Sam had to stifle his laughter) over to the window.

He peered out, checking the surroundings. "Yep! They're gone. Fuckers are probably happy they ruined our fun," he muttered.

"Aww, baby, the didn't ruin nothin'! Get over here, sexy!"

Danny snorted and walked back to Sam, first making sure the window was closed and the door was locked.

"Your dirty talk is great, but only when you're actually getting fucked."

Sam looked offended. "Excuse you! My dirty talk is great all the time. I'm not even gonna blow you now."

"Well, if you don't blow me then it's gonna be hard to get fucked. Isn't that what you've been begging me for?"

Sam considered it. "Okay, yeah I'll blow you. God, I hope we don't get interrupted again."

Danny sighed and threaded his fingers through Sam's hair, letting him work.

"You'd think that finding alone time would be easier at home, not worse than on tour."

Sam hummed an affirmative, mouth a little too busy to respond with words.

*Bang bang bang*

"Samuel Francis Kiszka! If you do not return my jacket right this minute I am busting down this door!" Ronnie yelled.

"Oh for the love of God!"

"So... we're not having sex?"

"NO, SAM!"

#greta van fleet #slash fiction #fanfiction #my writing #lulucrowproductions #sam kiszka #danny wagner #samxdanny #sanny #sam gvf #danny gvf #fanfic #gvf #smut #humor #short fic

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