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Caught! House of Cards - Chapter 3

You joined a website to make some quick and easy cash. Men paying to look at you, harmless fun, right? Little did you know how dangerous the members of House of Cards were. Watch out! Houses built with cards come tumbling down…

OT7 yandere!BTS x reader / Namjoon x Taehyung x reader this chapter

Oh, I was dying writing this chapter so I think I wrote it well? Heh there’s a lot going on, so you have been warned lol. Also hope to post HOAL soon, that is if BTS would stop attacking me with all these sexy bad boy photoshoots that scream C!HOC mens. Sorry, but can you really blame me? :(

Warnings: 18+ dark themes, reader manipulation, scary yandere behavior, voyeur, masturbation, lots of drinking and drunkenness, dubcon, dry humping on the dance floor lol, this is pretty filthy, all of them are horny, dom!Namjoon, dom!Taehyung, Tae’s a lot, shibari, bondage, blindfold, rough sex, edging, multiple orgasms, threesome, degradation, Yoongi continues to be a meanie, slut shaming, extreme regret for reader that could be triggering I think, tell me if I need to tag anything else

PSA: to reiterate, this is a yandere fic, this is all fantasy, this is scary, no one actually wants this to happen to them irl. But I’m also here for you if you wanna enjoy some hot fictional villains, alright? I got u boo.

Word Count: 8.7k

Playlist: Rotimi - Push Button Start // Shenseea - Blessed (with Tyga) // ROSALIA - Con Altura // Sean Paul - Go Down Deh // Afro B - Drogba // Aya Nakamura - Pookie // DJ Nelson - PAPI //J Balvin - Amarillo // SUPA NYTRO - Tik Pon Cock // Paris Lain - Way (links here)

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“P-please...”

“Please what?”

“Please let me cum, Daddy.”

He groans in your ear. “Hmm no.” He pulls his fingers out of you, you hold onto the banister as your orgasm escapes you. Your body shakes with need.

“You’ll come find me later tonight, won’t you, baby girl?” His warmth leaves your body, when you turn around no one is there.

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Your legs are still shaking as you make your way downstairs. You tried not to think about the slick between your thighs as you descended each step, or think about RM’s warm breath against your ear. No, you won’t think about his deep voice that makes you shiver still, or the way he massaged your neck like he had done it a hundred times before...out of all the weird fucked up things you thought could happen tonight, never ever did you expect to meet RM again.

He reminded you of all the reasons why you allowed yourself to fall deeper into that kind of exhibitionistic lifestyle as a carded member. The money was good, but the sweetest rewards were corporal. The saccharine praise your admirers would give you became addicting. You even became close to some of them, for an extra fee.

What was it your old school counselor would say? It wasn’t about the destination, the real reward was the friends you made along the way. Except your new friends told you all their dirty filthy desires and watched as you would get off for them. You learned quickly your sexual appetite was ravenous, the more you indulged the worse it got. You had been starved for attention for so long, quarantine only amplifying your loneliness, and the dark site fed you well.

RM also reminded you of all the reasons why you left. You still don’t understand how you fell so deep so fast, let digital become physical when you promised yourself you wouldn’t. The House Rules made the descent into filth almost inevitable. During your only experience inside The House, you had been shown truths you didn’t want to face, depravities you enjoyed. After that night you went home, showered away your sins until your skin burned, logged out and never logged back in. It was the best way to end your addiction to House of Cards, end it cold turkey.

You were not prepared for this again. You were not prepared for how much you craved it.

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The party became wild. Your body now hyper aware of everything after RM worked you up so skillfully and denied you any release. The music reverberates throughout the halls, the beats of the bass clashes with the pounding in your head. The smell of drugs and sex assaults your nostrils, and every time a dancer bumps into you, your body remembers RM’s touch.

So many bodies around you and you feel all alone like an outcast. Where’s Yoongi? You're beginning to miss that annoying smirk and the overconfident man attached to it, you could use some of that confidence right now.

As the room spins around you, your eyes find the place where you had been standing. You’re disappointed it’s empty. Not that you knew what RM looked like, but you feel like you’d recognize him as soon as you saw him, a man like that would look like walking sin.

You shift your upward gaze to the gold ropes hanging from the ceiling, eyes traveling down until you meet the glistening body of a woman. She’s so beautiful it makes you ache, arms secured behind her back, her leg extended and tied high, her other leg bent and pressed to her side and her spread open for everyone to see.

You play with the pendant around your neck, and you can’t help but imagine yourself in her position, tied up for everyone to see, for Yoongi to watch. You’re soaking. You need a drink.

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“Hey,” you bump into Yoongi’s side as you sit down, grabbing his whisky glass and downing what’s left. The burning liquid makes you grimace, face scrunching up in distaste.

He pulls the glass from your grip, looking you up and down, sharp eyes narrowing, “Where have you been?”

“I got lost.” His arm snakes around your waist. His touch feels good, you don’t want to admit how much your body yearns for more, wants to be wanted. “Where are Jimin and Hobi?”

“Dancing,” Taehyung interjects as he gets closer to you, offering you another glass of champagne. You take it gratefully, sipping on the sweet liquid, anything to numb the ache you feel inside.

His eyes sparkle as he scrutinizes you up close, examining your dark makeup and tight dress. He wants to smear the red lipstick on your lips with his fingers, and his mouth, and his cock. He wants to stain your pretty black dress with his cum, let the milky white fluid drip all over the black silky fabric, between your breasts-

“I’m sorry, what is your name again?”

You ask him so innocently, Taehyung can forgive you for forgetting. Jungkook on the other hand, silently simmers with rage, especially when Yoongi smirks at him, sitting pressed to your side like a lover would.

“Taehyung,” The man gives you a big wide smile, “that's Seokjin,” he points to the tall man who keeps his distance, “and this,” he hits Jungkook’s chest and pulls him into a headlock, “is Jungkook!” Taehyung leans in to whisper in your ear, “a big fan.”

Your eyes go wide, did you hear him correctly? You watch the two play fight. Jungkook punches his older friend in the side a bit harder than he was expecting, earning a yell from Taehyung. They act cute, you think, Jungkook looks too innocent, you can’t believe he had watched you in his free time.

Hoseok and Jimin find their way back into the group. “Y/n, you’re back! Yoongi was about to send out a search party for you.” Yoongi rolls his eyes, and you lean your chin onto your palm, raising your eyebrows at him, trying to hide your smile at the way they tease him.

“Is that so?” His fingers pinch the flesh of your back at your retort, making you squirm at the ticklish sensation. When you try to pull his hand away, he takes the opportunity to intertwine your fingers together, pulling you firmly to his side.

You look down at Yoongi’s hand in yours, resting on your hip. Without the alcohol cursing through your veins you might have pushed him off you, but instead you sit buzzed and docile. He acts so possessive of you in front of the others, it makes your heart race. “Well I’m here now.”

“I’ll cheers to that!” Jimin fills everyone’s drinks. 7 glasses clang together and they cheer, making you giggle as you down the glass. One cheers becomes two, and then another bottle comes, until you're welcoming back that hazed state of mind that feels so freeing. The background fades away and the booming music around you becomes muffled as you try your best to focus on the conversation, until you realize you’re in Yoongi’s lap, his veiny hands dancing around your exposed thigh. He says something you can’t hear, so you tilt your head back, resting on his shoulder, whining out a slurred, “what!”

“You’re having too much fun.” He suppresses the urge to move his fingers higher, instead tracing lazy circles into your leg, making you twist in his lap, lips parting as you enjoy the sensation. Your body feels heavy from inebriation, so you lean your weight onto him more, focused on his cold rings against your warm skin.

You move your head closer to his. “You wanted to bring me here, right?” you laugh, and you swivel your body against him, grinding into his lap to the tempo of the music. Yoongi notices the others' heated stares, so he shifts his leg, pressing his hands into your thighs, opening your legs wider, and you’re too drunk to notice or care.

Yoongi tries to hold onto his thinning composure, how many times had he thought of you like this? So receptive and needy in his arms. He enjoys your torturous hip rolls, reveling in the fact that the sight tortures his audience even more. But you’re not really paying attention to that, your body only responding to how the music beat hits so well, his growing erection encouraging you to keep rubbing up against him like a cat in heat.

“Y/n, let's go dance!” Hoseok calls out to you over the music. His request pulls you from your trance. You sit up, shaking the clouded haze from your mind.

“Dance? Okay!” You let Hoseok pull you to your feet, stumbling slightly into him.

You turn to Yoongi, “You don’t mind, do you?” you ask, ready to start a fight. He glares at you. You sway on your feet and glare back. Such a brat, he thinks, you’ll just have to be taught a lesson later. Yoongi picks up his whisky and waves you off.

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The dance floor is hot and alive with writhing bodies. You let Hoseok roll his hips into you from behind, your own hips following his movements. His toned arms lock around you, holding you, as he pulls your body lower and lower, until you’re crouched to the floor, your bodies connecting again and again as he rubs his hardening bulge into your ass to the beat.

It feels so so good, his warm body on you, seeking pleasure from one another. Every roll and buck helps to release the frustration RM did to you.

Hoseok’s hands pull your dress higher so you can spread your knees wider. He holds the bunched up fabric to your core to keep what’s left of your modesty, and your arms reach behind you to hook around his neck to keep yourself steady.

Hoseok is such a good dancer, masterfully guiding your loose body. You pull and push each other along to the sensual music, shifting your weight against your combined center of gravity as your bodies heat up in each other’s embrace.

Hoseok moves the hair from your neck away, blowing air on the back of your neck. His hand cups your breast, fondling you out in the open, “You like when I do this to you, don’t you Dahlia?” You’re too drunk to catch the pseudonym he uses.

You close your eyes focusing on his hands groping your body, your fingers fisting into his hair, pulling him closer, and his tongue licks off the sweat on your neck. Hoseok knows all the ways to leave you delirious with lust, hands running up and down your body, massaging your curves and leading your hips to meet his. If he’s making you feel this good with your clothes on, you can only imagine how amazing he’d be in bed, hips rolling against you as he fills you up with his stiff cock...

You’re so focused on Hoseok you don’t realize another body moving closer to you, another pair of hands on you, until Taehyung presses himself into your front.

The music fills your head, the dirty words being sung encouraging you to release all your inhibitions. Your arms reach out to run up Taehyung’s abdomen, up and up his chest, loving the feel of his muscles under your fingers.

He places your arms around his neck as he moves forward, his leg slotting between yours. With Hoseok grinding against your back and Taehyung rubbing against your front, you feel like you’re going to combust. The crowd around you is a blur, but everything about them feels so solid, so hard against you. Caged between them, you submit to every caress, every touch from both men.

Taehyung holds the back of your head to keep your eyes on him as Hoseok leaves open mouth kisses on your shoulder. Taehyung’s thumb caresses your cheek, “You’re so beautiful.” his mouth slides across your jaw, under your ear, licking and nibbling at your lobe, giving you goosebumps, “You’re the most beautiful woman here.”

You place your finger over his mouth pushing him away, too embarrassed to hear more, but your hips can’t help but push into him at the praise.

“Come with me,” he pulls you away from Hoseok, his friend winking at him behind your back, and you foolishly follow him through the sea of dancing bodies.

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Pulling you into a dark corner, he cages you in before you can protest. Lips finding your neck, hooking a finger under your choker, pulling up, forcing your neck to tilt so he can reach more skin. Even if you want more, you still have some sense left in you to know letting Yoongi’s friend do this to you in front of everyone is a bad idea. “W-wait. Yoongi will-”

Taehyung’s arm slams into the wall. The noise startles you into silence. It’s Yoongi, always Yoongi. What about him? He steadies his breathing after noticing your wide eyes.

“Y/n, do you know who I am?” He leans onto the wall hovering over you, dark eyes peering down at you as he waits for your answer.

You feel your stomach drop under his intimidating gaze. “Should I know who you are?”

He answers your question with another question, “Do you know who Yoongi is? Do you really have no idea?” His interrogation takes you aback.

“He’s one of my...v-viewers...”

“Yes, who? You never thought to ask, baby?” Taehyung looks at you so accusingly, you feel ashamed that you can’t answer him.

“Who is he?” You ask.

He smiles, a twisted grin that makes you feel uneasy. Eyes lighting up darkly once his suspicions were proved right.

“How about this, since we both have so many unanswered questions, why don’t we play a game? I’ll answer one of your questions and then you answer one of mine. I’ll even let you go first.” His playful demeanor is back, fingers playing with the ends of your hair.

“Who are you?”

Taehyung smiles wide. You asked the right question. “I go by V.”

What? “You’re V?”

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You log into the House of Cards website, open your account to a litany of unread messages. Your eyes skim through them, and one catches your eye. It’s V, the second highest donator from the other night’s stream.

V: you looked so beautiful the other night. I hope to see another broadcast soon...for next time?

V sent you an eighty dollar donation and a link to a lingerie set: pink lace, a sheer see-through pattern on the cups with a matching lace thong and garter belt.

You’ve bought lingerie for men before, for then boyfriends on your anniversaries or Valentine’s day dates, but you’ve never had a man buy you lingerie before. With shipping you’ll still have money left over, so you decide to add some more things in your basket to surprise him for being such a generous donor. It’s not because you had enjoyed his compliments the most during your stream, no. You found a cute pair of thigh high socks and some stick on rhinestones, coming up with a plan to get V’s attention. You squeal once the order goes through, ‘time to arts and craft in this bitch.’

You open his message again, fingers hovering over the keyboard, what should you say? Should you make it sound sexy or cute? ‘C’mon y/n, just flirt.’

Dahlia: Thank you, V. I will wear it for my next broadcast. Just for you sexy <3

Ew ew. No. Before pressing enter you delete the last sentence.

Dahlia: Thank you, V. I will wear it for my next broadcast. See you soon ;)

You go through all your messages, in a much better mood than you’ve been in a long time. You bop your head to the music that flows through your speakers in your living room while coming up with different replies to each new viewer.

It feels good to be stress free, you think, while sipping on cup ramen because you’re still waiting until your earnings clear your account to buy groceries. You’ve managed to answer every message when a new notification dings. V attached a picture.

V: I can’t wait.

Holy... A picture of a shirtless man from the neck down pops up. He’s not overly muscular, but he’s lean and toned, with defined pecs and v-line. Mmm. ‘V’ indeed. His jeans are unbuttoned. His legs spread wide, as if he were inviting you to sit on his lap.

You’re being catfished, you surmise. This man has to be using someone else’s pictures. Or he has a face only a mother could love. Either way, you’ll play with this fantasy. it’s not like you’ll actually ever meet in real life.

So you decide to play along, it’s not like you had work to go to, or anything to do really. Locked up in your tiny home alone and slowly going stir crazy would lead to some unfortunate decisions for you. One of the worst, allowing V to get so close to you.

Abandoning your snacks, you grab your laptop and run to the bedroom, jumping on your bed. Your laptop opens to another risque photo, his jeans zipped even lower. Hand grabbing a very defined bulge resting inside his pants leg. Well fuck.

Dahlia: is that really you?

V: yes baby

V: I wish you were here with me right now. I would make you feel so good, just like you deserve.

V: How about you, am I turning you on?

You clench your legs together instinctively.

Dahlia: you are.

V: are you touching yourself?

Should you lie? You could. But the pictures and his words are doing something to you, you feel jitters and a quick pace and a throbbing core. Suddenly you have an idea.

Dahlia: why don’t you see for yourself?

You create a private room, aim your camera down, mirroring the same angle in V’s picture and send the link to him. You pull the front of your sundress down to show more cleavage and the hem up to show more leg, and you wait.

There’s a notification: ‘1 new viewer.’

V: you look so pretty, you look like a doll

V: I wish I was there.

“Yeah? What would you do to me?”

V: I would spread your legs

You spread your legs at his words. Your stream plays in Taehyung's bedroom, he watches intently, and when your panties come into view he pulls his jeans down to his thighs freeing his hard erection, slowly stroking himself to the sight of your body.

V: fuck, so good baby. being so good for me.

V: I would take off your panties. slowly

You follow his commands and slowly remove your underwear. You like being told what to do, you imagine he’s on the bed with you, telling you everything, guiding your pleasure.

V: touch yourself for me

V: you’re wet already? how cute

V: that’s a good girl, just like that

V: imagine it’s me. my fingers stuffed inside of you, giving you everything you want

V: you’re mine and mine only

V: you’re going to be mine to kiss and fuck. I’ll take care of you baby doll, make you cum all over my fingers. You want that too?

V: you're so pretty baby, you like putting on a filthy show for me? desperate little girl

V: open your legs wider

V: doing so well for me, stay just like that. you’re driving me crazy

V: cum for me

You pulse, moaning out loud, reaching your high. When your lust filled haze clears you don’t feel dirty like before, you feel good. Even better when V sends you another eighty dollar donation.

Taehyung played sweet and affectionate very well. When talking to other House members you’d try your best to keep things as vague as possible, but sometimes you’d let certain things slip with V, and he always listened so well. Shit, he treated you better than your ex. He’d send you sweet messages, gifts, and the hottest body shots. He would do that often, it made you needy for more affection. He was a part of a small group of viewers that you’d offer special private streams to. Little did you know your carefree playdates were Taehyung’s obsessions.

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Taehyung feels a special kind of gratification at the way you gawk at him, stunned into silence. “Now my turn,” Taehyung’s expression goes from playful to serious in an instant, “Why are you here with Yoongi?”

You swallow, this was V all along. You teetered between happiness and unease, you remembered all the sweet memories you had with him, but this man was still a stranger to you. He keeps staring at you, is this how he looked watching you through the computer screen? Fuck, your imagination could not have dreamed up a sexier man. Oh right, he is waiting for your answer.

You explain to him what happened, Yoongi recognizing you at your job, the agreement you made with him afterwards. Taehyung moves from hovering over you to standing by your side. He listens intently as his eyes scan the crowd. You watch the dancers as you sober up, observing the debauchery you had just been a part of. Taehyung hums as you finish your story.

“Who is-” Taehyung doesn’t let you finish, his eyes staring at the second floor’s balcony. “You looked like you enjoyed yourself. You looked so pretty up there, with my friend’s fingers inside you. You were being such a cute little slut.” His eyes roll back inside his head and he opens his mouth sighing.

He saw you. Did the others- “Did Yoongi see?!” you pull on his arm to get him to focus on you.

“No, he didn’t, just me. My turn!”

You felt tricked, using your question up already.

He turns to face you, leaning his side against the wall. You can't help but notice how he stares at you like he’s undressing you with his eyes, gaze traveling down your body and pausing at every place your skin shows, your cleavage and your thighs. “He really worked you up, you looked so guilty when you came back,” Taehyung’s teasing tone back again, “I wouldn’t be surprised if Yoongi suspected something.”

Your eyes go wide with worry. “I’m willing to keep that secret for you if...” he bites his lip and leans in whispering, “I bet you’re still wet too. Can I have a taste?”

“R-right now?”

“Yes. That’s my turn again! And I’m waiting for my answer.” He gets closer to you, pressing up against you again, his hands brushing against your thigh. You look around, how far away are you from the crowd? How far away are you from Yoongi?

His lips brush against your temple as he leans his jaw against your forehead. “No one will see. Put your hands back on my shoulder, c’mon baby, be good for me.” His body blocks you from everyone’s view.

His head in your hair, taking a long inhale, breathing in your scent, Taehyung can’t get enough of you. Your shaky arms obey him, laying loosely on top of his broad shoulders. You lay your head on his chest, even if his words come out smooth, his heart is racing as he moves quickly between your bodies, dipping his long fingers inside you. You try to bite back a moan, but it feels too good.

Taehyung feels like he’s going to burst. You’re so wet, dripping all over his hand. He tries to fight his urges, there’s so many things he wants to do to you. Your soft whimpers sound so beautiful, so much better in person. You’re his to play with, all his.

He groans, pushing you hard against the wall. He looks like he’s going to devour you, your body tenses and you clench around his fingers. It only encourages him on. You grip his shoulders as he drives his hand upward, fingers pushing into you deeply as you fight against gravity, forced to stand on your tiptoes, struggling against him as his mouth attacks your neck, biting down hard. It’s too rough, too fast. “Tae-V-stop!”

His entire body stills against you, except for his fingers, teasing you still as they steadily press around inside your walls. You try to come to your senses, but everything about him unravels you.

He whispers against your forehead. “Last round, baby doll.” His voice raspy and breathing heavy as he holds himself back from tearing the clothes off your body. “One more question for each of us. I know where RM is, do you want to know?”

'RM,' who told you to find him, and V, who knows where. You gasp and nod your head, waiting but Taehyung smiles down at you in silence, fingers sliding out of you, making you whimper and grip the wall for support when he finally gives you space. He stays quiet as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking the wetness off his palm.

Your legs feel like jello, your body buzzes with each shameless lick as you watch him. You swallow the saliva accumulating in your mouth, pushing the lump in your throat down. You know what he wants. You played right into his trap, and the worst part is you want it too.

“Where is he?”

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“If you think you’re going to keep her all to yourself you’re in for a rude awakening!” Jungkook grits out.

Yoongi sits quietly with his arms folded as Jungkook starts hurling accusations at him. Jin and Hoseok try to calm the youngest down, but it’s no use.

He grabs Yoongi’s collar, the action making Yoongi finally snap, and without warning Yoongi punches him squarely in the face. Yoongi had taken advantage of his friends holding Jungkook back and distracting him, satisfied when the young man recoils, stumbling back.

Before he can really lose it, Hoseok and Jimin drag Jungkook away, as the youngest screams all the ways he’s going to make Yoongi pay, not even aware of the blood leaking from his nose. Jin pulls Yoongi away in the opposite direction, “We need to talk.”

Jin walks Yoongi outside so they can both get some fresh air and clear their heads.

“He needs to learn not to disrespect his elders,” Yoongi mutters, wiping the blood off his knuckles.

“You know how he gets,” Jin counters, “Don’t act like you didn’t want that exact reaction from him. You were egging him on all night with y/n.”

Yoongi scoffs. He can’t stand how Jungkook acts like you belong with him. Jungkook is crazy. He’s too hot-headed and oversensitive, the complete opposite of Yoongi. The youngest suffers from inexperience and naivety. All that bark, and he couldn’t even bring himself to talk to you. No, Jungkook doesn’t deserve you, Yoongi thinks, he could never take care of you like Yoongi could.

“What exactly are you trying to accomplish? You brought y/n back and we’re all happy for that, but if Jungkook is right, then I’m going to have to agree with him, brother.” Jin squeezes his friend’s shoulder and Yoongi shakes him off.

“I wasn’t going to keep her locked away.” Yoongi says dismissively. Not that he didn't think once or twice about it.

“How gracious of you.”

“Listen, I found her. She chose me before and she’ll choose me again. The last time you were with her, what happened, Brother? Hobi and Jimin, Jungkook and even you can fight over her all you want. In the end, she will come back to me.”

Jin smiles, he will let Yoongi think that. “And where is your y/n now?”

“I’ll go find her,” Yoongi goes to leave, itching to get you by his side again.

Jin’s hand on his chest stops him. Jin can’t help but smile at his poor friend’s situation, he had been tricked by the two youngest, a plan they orchestrated themselves and everyone else went along with. But Jin couldn’t keep his friend in the dark any longer, especially when revealing the truth would make the aftermath that much more entertaining for Jin.

“I have to tell you something.”

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You stand in front of the door Taehyung had led you to, your nerves on high alert. Taehyung stands behind you, humming to himself. His arm reaches over your shoulder to rapt three knocks on the door.

As the door knob turns, Taehyung exclaims behind you, “Oh! I forgot.” His long fingers cover your eyes, as he pulls your head back, your body stumbling and crashing against him.

“Taehyung!”

“Shh. Calm down, it’s more fun this way,” he whispers in your ear as you hear the door creak open.

“What do we have here?”

“I brought her for you,” Taehyung purrs. You can feel his chest puff up behind you, he’s ecstatic, you played his game so perfectly, he was so proud of you.

“Good boy.”

You feel fingers wrap around yours as Namjoon brings your hands to his lips, caressing your knuckles. “And what about you? Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

---

Jimin tends to Jungkook’s bleeding nose as Hoseok pours himself a drink. “Thanks for taking one for the team, Kookie.”

Jungkook keeps his head tilted back to stop the blood, glancing over to Hoseok, lips curving in a smile, he’s happy that he accomplished his part of the plan successfully, “I’m going to kill that bastard.”

Jimin flicks him in the forehead. “No you’re not, unless you want y/n to never forgive you.”

“She won’t,” he pouts, “she acts like she hates him. I’ll be doing her a favor.” Jimin rolls his eyes.

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The room is quiet, too quiet compared to the raucous party outside. So when Taehyung drags a chair from the corner of the room, the wood scraping against the floor sounds all the more foreboding. Goosebumps bloom on your body as if Taehyung dragged his fingernails along your skin instead.

You sit kneeling on the floor waiting, knees tucked underneath you. RM sits on the bed behind you, legs outstretched and you between them. You stare down at his shoes, shiny black loafers, and glance at his pants legs on either side of you. It's the first time you’ve ever seen a part of him. You want to look up so badly, the idea sits heavy on you, tensing every muscle in your body as you fight your curiosity. The only thing you want more is to find out what will happen if you obey them.

Taehyung pulls the chair right in front of you, facing the bed, you and RM. Another pair of shoes brush against your knees as Taehyung takes a seat.

RM’s fingers rest atop your head and keep your head tilted down while he waits for his friend to situate himself. Until eventually RM moves behind you, fingers fisting your hair and pulling you to your feet. “Go sit on his lap.”

Taehyung sits looking at you like he's just been given first place prize, smirking pridefully as you walk towards him on shaky legs. His shirt is already unbuttoned, tan skin and taunt muscles in full view. That's V, all right. Your insides ache for him, his seduction luring you in like a firefly to light.

Your dress stretches around your thighs as you straddle him, his hands grabbing at your ass and pulling your body into his.

You hear RM’s low voice growl behind you, “Kiss him.”

For a moment you think about the intense quiet man who brought you to this island, his piercing eyes flashing through your mind until Taehyung’s lips crash into yours and you can only think about how sweet the man devouring you tastes, and you kiss him back, exploring his mouth with your tongue.

His hands grope your body, pull your face closer, force away the fabric of your clothes. His touch is everywhere, keeping you distracted only on him as RM sets things up behind you.

RM pulls off his tie as Taehyung’s hands move to either side of your face, and he pulls you away from him, leaving one last peck on your lips, “You’re doing so well, baby doll. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”

“V...Taehyung, I-I’ve wanted this too.”

“Will you do what I say?” You feel RM’s hands unzip the back of your dress, the fabric lowers and exposes your chest. Taehyung’s grip on your face tightens as you’re momentarily distracted, bringing your attention back to him.

“Yes.”

“I want you to fuck RM while I watch.”

He what who?

Taehyung brings his hips up causing you to lose your balance when he senses your hesitation, his hard length rubs against your aching core, “Don’t you want to? You wanted so badly for me to take you to him, didn’t you? All you have to do is say yes.”

His thumb traces your jaw as RM lowers his black tie across your eyes. Your heartbeat races, your thighs clench around Taehyung’s legs making him moan and buck into your heat. You shudder and RM secures his tie behind your head with a tight knot.

“Tae...” your fingers tighten into the loose fabric of his shirt at your sudden loss in vision.

Taehyung clasps his hands around yours, holding your wrists together as RM presses himself against your back, and you feel ropes being wrapped around your wrists. “You’re so pretty like this, remember last time?”

You do remember. Fuck, how did you end up like this again? This is all Yoongi’s fault.

RM’s hand wraps around your neck and his deep voice speaks in your ear, “Answer him, baby girl.”

“I-I remember.” You want to cry, you want to cum, you want them to stop this torture.

“Let us make you feel good again,” Taehyung’s voice lowers even deeper than RM’s.

“I...okay.”

“You’ll let RM use you?” You nod your head, grateful you can’t see them. You let yourself hide behind the makeshift blindfold.

“Use your words, I want to hear you say it,” RM demands.

“I want you to use me,” you sit and wait, embarrassed the words left your mouth so easily. The lack of response makes your insides churn, you can’t see the way they smile at each other. If Yoongi wants to make you only his, they are just going to have to destroy you for any other man.

RM’s grip around your neck tightens, arm wrapping around your body as he lifts you off your feet. You land on the soft covers of the bed, you have no time to adjust to the drastic change of orientation before you feel harsh tugs as RM works to undress you, throwing the clothes over to Taehyung who takes his time breathing in your scent, licking the moistness from the fabric.

Namjoon pulls on the rope wrapped around your wrists placing them high above your head, his weight bears down on top of your leg as he grabs your other leg and spreads you wide. The way Taehyung moans reach your ears you suspect he has full view of your naked body. You wiggle against RM’s hold as best you can.

“Mmmm so needy and I’m not even doing anything yet.” RM’s hand leaves your wrists as he moves lower, resting his upper body on top of yours, effectively pinning your lower body down. Having full reign to play with you in this position, you feel his fingers teasing at your entrance. Your tied hands explore the expanse of his back, his shoulders so wide you can’t reach around to end his teasing, you can only moan and whimper at his slow ministrations.

“Ahh so wet,” RM massages everywhere except the place you want him most.

This is mean, this is tortuous, you’ve obeyed them and they still tease you. You cry out in frustration, clenching every time his fingers poke at your hole, RM’s grip on your thigh is too tight to move even an inch. You shove his back with your tied hands and RM laughs.

“Tae, help me out.” You feel fingers finally pressing into your aching clit, rubbing slow circles, making you cry out. RM’s fingers continue to drag across your lips, gathering the wetness that drips from your core. They slowly and steadily work the tension out of you until you’re numb with pleasure.

You let out a scream when your orgasm finally hits you. After being tortured all night, teased until you were delirious, the release becomes so intense you black out, and when you come to RM is pumping his fingers into you roughly. Your body seizes up again, racing into another orgasm. He rocks his hand into you, thumb rubbing your sensitive hood, and you release again. But RM doesn’t stop. He takes and takes, leaving you breathless. The sounds of your wetness fills the room, mixing with Taehyung’s grunts and moans at your helpless state.

“I c-can’t...too sensitive!”

“This is what you wanted, for Daddy to use you. Take it.”

Your tied hands try to move RM’s body off of you, but he is like a boulder on top of your body, unaffected by your hits. You struggle until his pleasure overtakes the pain, and you fall back, losing yourself in the way his fingers fill you up, hitting the deepest parts of you so skillfully. You stop fighting and accept the power he holds over you, he is making you feel so good you want him to take it, the thought sends you hurtling into another orgasm, tightening again around his fingers.

He can feel how close you are. “Be a good girl and give me one more,” RM groans, “that’s it.”

You’re wailing in pleasure now, unable to stop your cries. Your weak body shaking in his grasp. You feel something wet hit your outstretched thigh. Taehyung’s deep grunts of release finally undoing the coil inside you, and you orgasm for a third time around RM’s fingers.

RM lets go of you finally and you lie boneless, breathing ragged, blind and numb to the world. The air feels cool on your sweaty body as you come down from your high. You feel the bed dip as RM joins you again. Before he had been fully dressed, now you can feel his warm skin against your slippery body.

He lays himself between your legs. His lips finally meet yours, they feel full. You moan into his mouth as his tongue plays with yours. You want to touch his face but your arms are still tied together, so you caress his hair instead, the back of his neck, his muscular shoulders, trying to feel as much as you can.

His hard length brushes against your oversensitive core, his mouth swallowing your whimpers as he pushes himself in. You’re so wet there’s no resistance, but the stretch still leaves you gasping. His thrusts are hard and deep, you focus on how the weight of his body feels on top of yours as he uses you to reach his high. “You’re taking Daddy so well, baby.”

“T-Thank you, Daddy,” you stutter out between moans.

RM holds your wrists down as he finishes, releasing deep inside you. You feel every pulse from his cock, the pressure almost becoming too much as he fills you up.

You hear the familiar scrape of the chair again as Taehyung comes closer, fingers wiping away the tears on your face making you feel cared for. You don’t see how he licks your salty tears off his hand.

RM lifts your tired body in his arms, cradling you to his chest. He puts you in his lap as he takes a seat in the vacant chair.

“Tae has been such a patient boy, I think it’s time for his reward.”

RM moves your body so your back is flush against his, pulling the rope on your hands around his head, locking your arms. His hand massages up and down your legs, putting his knees in between yours.

“Kneel.” You realize RM is addressing Taehyung. He spreads his legs to make room for Taehyung, forcing your legs open in the process.

“RM-” Namjoon places his hand over your mouth, the same way he did at the party, stifling your scream as Taehyung buries his face into your pussy.

Taehyung eats you out while RM keeps you open, until you’re shaking in his lap, until you can’t form anything coherent anymore, until you’re so sensitive Taehyung’s lips around your clit is the only thought in your head, the drag of his tongue pulling away from you the last thing you feel before exhaustion sends you into the deepest sleep of your life.

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You wake up alone.

You pull the sheets closer to your naked body as you look around the vacant room. Everything is moved back to its place, floor empty. You search the ground for your clothes but there’s nothing there. You pull yourself out of bed, trying to ignore your aching joints and pounding head. You look for your clothes but there’s nothing. You search the entire room, the closet is empty, the dresser is empty, there’s not even a towel in the bathroom. Where the hell are your clothes?!

You make your way back into bed, pulling the covers over your body.

Oh fuck, what are you going to do?

What time is it? They just left you and took your clothes. What kind of sick game is Taehyung playing now? Tears well up in your eyes.

You feel more confused than ever, Taehyung had been so sweet to you before, you had often fantasized meeting him, but he was so different in person. You hadn’t expected this. He’s going to come back, right? Right?!

You are pulled away from your thoughts at the sound of the door creaking open.

“I see you’ve been a very bad girl.” Your eyes widen as Yoongi makes his way into the room, closing the door behind him. He looks as smug as ever, holding a hanger over his shoulder.

“A-Are those my clothes?”

“Are these the clothes I gave you last night? No, looks like you fucked yourself out of those.” You pull the bedsheet closer to you, gritting your teeth, blinking away your tears.

“Yoongi...”

“Hmm?” He leans against the bedpost, the clothes hanger hanging off one finger. You want to punch him, but you know you're walking on thin ice already.

“P-please help me.”

“You lost the clothes I got you. Why should I give you more?” You can tell he’s itching to humiliate you.

“So you’re just going to leave me here naked?!” you yell at him.

His eyes narrow. He grabs the bedsheet and pulls, dragging it off your body before you can stop him. You wrap your arms around your chest and pull your legs together.

“I should, after what you did!” Yoongi screams, “Whoring yourself out to my friends. Two at the same time, enjoy yourself? Fucking slut.” His words sting you. How could you fuck up so badly, you just let yourself become overtaken by lust.

“Now look at you. You let them take advantage of you. They used you and they left you with nothing. What would you have done if I didn’t find you?” He crosses his arms, his cold eyes glaring at you.

You burst into tears. Is he right? Is that what they did to you? “I’m-s-so-sorry,” you manage to say between sobs.

He sighs, “I’m here now.” You need him, he’s going to make you see that. He moves closer, lifting your chin to look at him. “If they had taken this,” his hand brushes your choker, “I would have killed them.”

You look at him pleadingly, trying to silence your sniffles. He offers you the clothes hanger, “Change into this.”

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You unzip the clothes bag and pull out a dress with a light flowery pattern. The fabric is sheer and flowy. The matching lingerie set is pastel pink and strappy. Well, even if he is an asshole at least you can count on Yoongi to make you look good. You clean up your makeup and style your hair as best you can in the empty bathroom, removing what's left of the smudged dark eyeshadow, pushing thoughts from last night away. The more you try to make sense of what transpired, the more confused you become, and remembering just makes you feel hot all over.

Yoongi pushes himself off the wall when you open the door.

There is still music playing, still people dancing, a lot less than the night before, but you’re amazed there are any at all.

“Does the party ever end?” you think out loud.

“Only if you want it to.”

Yoongi leads you outside. When you reach the backyard you realize the party truly never really ended, only moved. Partygoers lounge by the pool, drinking and eating.

“Is that a fucking mermaid?” Girls dressed up in tails lay about the pool, you're about to run towards them when Yoongi pulls you away from the pool. “Let’s eat before you decide to go make friends.”

You walk in step. He looks put together as always, wearing simple light clothes, a white shirt tucked into tan pants, an unbuttoned collared shirt on top.

“Is everyone here a House member?” You ask, finally sober enough to start learning some things.

“Yes, I thought it was obvious. It’s nothing official. Just a get-together after our quarterly meeting, something for our investors.”

Right, never did you just have a ‘get-together’ like this. It's annoying how out of touch they are.

You see the familiar faces of his friends sitting in a secluded area. Before you and Yoongi get within earshot he grabs your arm.

“If Taehyung and Jungkook try to touch you again, let me know, will you?”

Wait, Jungkook is RM? What? No way, that doesn’t make any sense. He can’t be, he was downstairs when you first met RM. But why does Yoongi think you fucked him? Jungkook is not RM. Though, you remember how he never spoke to you.

His grip on you tightens when you don’t answer, “Y/n…”

“Okay, okay.”

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Jungkook watches you and Yoongi whispering to one another. You look flustered when Yoongi places a soft kiss on your cheek before breaking away.

He takes a deep breath, rubbing his temples to take the tension away. When he looks up again, Yoongi and you are walking towards the group, your eyes fixated on...him? Jungkook breaks eye contact and looks back at you...and you’re still staring at him. He keeps eye contact with you, face going redder and redder.

He watches as you greet his friends, eyes glancing his way too frequently to call it a coincidence. What the fuck did Yoongi tell you to make you look at him like he grew three heads?

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“I’ll be right back.” Yoongi makes his way to the far end of the party where Seokjin is talking to another man. You watch as Yoongi embraces the stranger, it’s one of the few times you’ve seen Yoongi smile, not a self satisfied smirk or a threatening grin, but a genuine smile showing off his gums that make the intimidating man look actually cute. The stranger gives him a dimpled smile in return.

“Who’s that with Seokjin?” you ask Jimin.

He looks over to where you're pointing, Jimin's expression full of mirth, “That’s Namjoon, looks like he made it to the party after all.”

“Oh.”

Jimin pulls on your arm, turning you to him, “Let’s go swimming!”

“Oh, but I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“That’s okay, you can go in your underwear,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, making you giggle.

“I’ll, um, be right back,” Jimin whines as you get up, and you promise him it will only take a minute. You know you’d never get a chance to talk to Jungkook with Yoongi by your side, the two of them seem to have an odd tension between them. But now that Yoongi is distracted with Seokjin and Namjoon, it’s the perfect opportunity.

“Er hello?”

Jungkook’s wide doe eyes looks up at you. “Hello...”

Okay, he definitely doesn’t sound like RM. “Hi, I didn’t get to talk to you last night. I just wanted to say hi.”

“Oh, hi.”

“...hi.”

This is painfully awkward. You study his frame...he is built. The tank top he’s wearing shows off his broad shoulders and muscular tattooed arms, he looks strong like how you imagine RM. Maybe if you kiss him...

Jungkook watches as you peer over his back. “Dahlia…”

“Hmm? Oh, just call me y/n.” you insist, the alias making you feel self-conscious.

“I missed talking to you...so much.”

“We talked?” Is he really RM? No, it doesn’t feel like him at all.

Jungkook bites his lower lip. His front teeth pressing into his round lips makes him look cute, you think, like a scared rabbit.

“Yes, we used to talk a lot, before...” he bites back the words so he doesn’t make you uncomfortable. “My username is..” Ugh, Jungkook can’t believe he’s saying this to you out loud, why did he have to choose such a dumb username? “PlayboyJK.”

“Oh, oh! I remember you!” You remember your conversations with him. He was a good tipper, a bit unconventional in his requests, but he was always one of the first viewers to your stream.

“Honestly, I can’t believe you would watch me.”

“Why?”

“You’re just so...handsome? I’m just surprised, I guess!”

Jungkook’s ears go red at the compliment. You’re so perfect, you’re a goddess. He’d watch you all day every day, he’d watch you sleep. How could you think he wouldn’t want to watch you?

“I think you’re so beautiful, I like you a lot.”

“T-Thank you,”

“Are you going to start streaming again?

“Ha no no. I put all that behind me. Well, I thought I did,” you say after noticing Jungkook’s confused expression. “Um, it’s a long story.”

“Oh, you don’t have to join again. I could, um, pay you directly.”

“You’d pay me? For what?” you laugh, but you're curious to hear his answer.

“For anything, I’d pay you...just be with me.” you look into Jungkook’s wide eyes, so determined. Maybe if Yoongi had asked you this way, you would have considered it.

“I-HEY!” You squeal as Hoseok lifts you out of your seat. Jungkook gives Jimin a look of dismay as he pulls the younger man to his feet too.

Somehow you ended up in the pool with your dress still on. The sheer fabric doing little to hide the lingerie underneath for all the men to see.

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The sun has already left the horizon while you sit on the deck of Yoongi’s yacht, drying off your body from the day's watery fun. You listen to the waves hit the walls of his boat as it sloshes around in the water, the rhythm like a whispering melody. The twilight casts everything in blue, the smell of salt and fresh air along with sound of the sea's waves is just so relaxing. What you wouldn't give to experience this all the time.

“Come back with me.” Yoongi's hushed voice breaks your trance.

“And be what, your personal servant?" you scoff, "I don’t think so.”

"What about those girls at the party? You could be like them, always having fun, the center of attention."

You bite your lip. "I don't want that." You wonder if Yoongi will believe you when you don't even believe yourself.

"Or I could just give you all my attention." He gets closer to you. "All this could be your life."

"Maybe I like my life-"

Yoongi laughs at you, earning himself a glare.

"Or I could just keep you here." He smirks down at you.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Don’t dare me.”

You stop glaring at him, turning your head away. You watch the lights on the mansion turn on as the night settles in.

“Do you really want to go back to that boring job?” You roll your eyes at his words. “Don’t you want more? To have fun? I’ll give you everything you want."

"I don’t think you could give me everything."

"Just try. You can always go back, I’m sure that manager friend of yours would rehire you."

You sigh, breathing in deep the salty air.

“I would have to put in my two weeks...”

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Hobi’s scene was fun to write, I haven’t been to parties or dancing in so long I was like what the hell happens again? Now I wanna dance! Reader who said Yoongi will throw her into the sea last chapter you made me laugh so hard I almost considered making him do that lol. I guess there’s still some time to piss him off enough! Do you believe Yoongi? What do you think (or want) to happen next? <3

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chincilla-on-the-moon · 3 years ago

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My Whole World- Connor Murphy X Reader

Request: I am in desperate need of a fic where Connor finds that the reader struggles with self harm and where he helps them though such thoughts and just ends with some fluffy cuddles. Anything is better than what’s going on rn - Anon

Word Count: 1009

Warnings: Implied Self harm (cutting), Self-loathing, Self-hatred, Feeling like a burden

Authors Note: Hello! I know I’m literally the worst ever but honestly existing this past year has been really hard which makes doing the things I enjoy, like writing, really hard to do. BUT I do finally think I’m reaching a better place, (I know I say this like every authors note but I really think I am this time). Also saw the DEH movie last night and ended up sobbing over Connor I love him so much :((. Lastly and most importantly: if you ever feel like self harming there are alternatives! If you need resources about this feel free to message me or send me an ask! I’m more than happy to help <3 Thats it. As all ways thank you for reading and have a lovely day/night! :) <3

You were having an awful day, an awful week even. It seemed everything that could go wrong did. It just seemed the world was against you and you were tired of it. You were approaching your breaking point and fast. You could see this but you didn’t know what to do about it. You could reach out to your boyfriend Connor. But no he was doing so well recently and you didn’t want to burden him or bring him down with your negative thoughts. So you decided to do what you always did which was just distract yourself from your emotions because if you didn’t think about them they weren’t there. You put your earbuds in and put on one of the playlists Connor had made for you, once you got home and went up to your room without saying a word to anyone and plopped face down into your bed. For a couple minutes you were able to ignore all the thoughts racing through your mind but eventually the music stopped working and you were left alone with your thoughts.

You’re pathetic and a burden to everyone. Why would anyone want to deal with you, especially Connor? You’re probably the most annoying person on the planet right? With your constant pestering and need for reassurance every two seconds it’s truly a wonder that you haven’t been abandoned by everyone in your life.

You were angry at yourself. How could you possibly let yourself be this awful of a person? You wanted to do something horrible to yourself as a punishment, to force yourself to feel the pain you bring to everyone in your life.

The next time you had a coherent thought was at least a half hour later. You felt a stinging sensation coming from your wrists and started crying as you fully processed what you had done. Without realizing it you texted Connor asking him to come over. You just sat waiting staring at nothing until Connor knocked on the door to your room. You were broken out of your trance and weakly said “It’s open” so he knew he could come in.

Once Connor opened the door he knew something was up. The energy in the room just felt wrong. Then he saw your hunched figure on the bed and could tell something was up just by how you were sitting and approached the bed slowly so as to not startle you. Once he came into your field of vision you broke down even more feeling so pathetic in this moment. “Oh sweetheart,” he says softly. He sat down in front of you and took one of your arma in his hand and inspected the damage gently. He did the same with the other and once he was done he opened his arms and you crashed into his chest, violently crying at this point. He held you tight and pressed soft kisses into your head. He just let you cry it out rubbing soft circles into your back but while he was he couldn’t help but think how could the light of his life ever feel so bad that you felt you had to do this to yourself?

Once your cries had calmed down to soft sniffles every once in a while he said “Let’s get you cleaned up then we can cuddle. Sound good?” You nodded tiredly. “Okay let’s go to the bathroom,” he said, grabbing your hands to pull you up and guide you to the bathroom. Once you got there you sat on the counter and Connor got to work. He carefully applied antibiotic ointment and bandages to the affected areas and when he was done pressed gentle kisses to all of the bandages. After that he cleaned up his ‘workspace’ and led you back to your bedroom. The two got ready and had settled into your bed when he broke the comfortable silence that had settled between you two. “You know we have to talk about this right?” You nodded timidly. “Why?” he said simply. You explained how terrible this week had been for you and how it all got to be too much. The whole time Connor listened with his undivided attention on you, holding your hand and rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. At some point while you were explaining you had started crying, He sat up causing you to sit up as well. He grabbed your face, wiped your tears and stared deeply into your eyes. It felt like he was staring into your soul but you didn’t look away. After what feels like an eternity he finally spoke up and said “I don’t know how you could think all those awful things about yourself. You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met. Your kind, smart, compassionate, not to mention most beautiful person I’ve ever met. You’re not a burden to those around you, especially not me ever. Next time you feel like this, I want you to talk to me okay? I’m here to help you. I know you would do the same for me in a heartbeat so let me help you. I love you so much and I don’t want to lose you, you’re my whole world.” You were crying again but for the first time today they were happy tears.

“Thank you for always reminding me how loved I am. I love you so much Con,” you said smiling through the tears.

“I love you more Y/N/N,” he said, smiling sweetly at you. He gave you a tender kiss on the forehead and then said “You’ve had a long day we should get some sleep.”

“Yeah you’re right,” you said through a yawn. The two of you got cozy again, your head on Connor’s chest, his hands running through your hair. The sound of his heartbeat, the one he swore beat for only you, lulled you to sleep. The last thing you heard before you felt before you fell fully unconscious was a kiss being pressed to the top of your head.

#connor murphy #connor murphy fanfiction #Connor Murphy x Reader #connor murphy fanfic #connor murphy x you #dear evan hansen masterlist #dear evan hansen #dear evan hansen x reader #dear evan hansen fanfic #dear evan hansen x you #deh #deh movie #deh musical #x reader #Character x Reader #gender neutral reader

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odamnbrien · 2 years ago

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I wanted to contribute something to @sincerely-us's DEH closing tribute, but, unfortunately, I am neither an artistic (in any way, shape, or form), nor a writer.

Still, I couldn't pass on the chance to talk a bit about Connor. The real Connor, not made-up-by-Evan-and-everyone-else-Connor (although he's a delight). Because he's my favorite character. Even if he was only there for a blink-and-you-miss-it moment.

I haven't been in the DEH fandom for long to be exact, just a little over a month (and the show's closing, I have impeccable timing). But when I watched the show (knowing the basic story but none of the character's name), it took me about 5 seconds to fall for Connor, and another 5 to understand that, as my favorite character, he was the one who was doomed to die.

Doomed is not exactly the right word. Connor wasn't doomed, because not everything was darkness, there was also light (the cast-signing scene was both beautiful and heartbreak), and therefore, there was hope (thank god for fanfiction writers who exploit that).

Anyway, I digress. What I mean to say is that in what little time Connor was actually there and alive, he felt exactly like that to me. Alive. Complex. Fully fleshed-out and real, not just a character from a play that is going to be over in 2 hours. He felt (feels) like someone I might have gone to school with. Someone I would have cared to know, but not necessarily have gotten the chance to (I don't pretend to be any better than the characters in the play, and I can be an anxious mess).

I enjoyed the entirety (well, almost) of the play. I could talk at length about the different characters, the songs, and even the clothes. But still, I always go back to talking about Connor. I rejoice in the bread crumbs of information we got about Connor, continously feel a bit angry at the idea that no one seemed to truly like him, and get really, really sad that no one remembers the TRUE Connor. Not even the audience, because we barely got to know him. Evan reading Connor's favorite books really got to me for that very reason.

Connor is MY type of character. The dark, sad, angry, beautiful, tragic character. The type fix-it fics exist for. The one I end up focusing on and loving more than any other. For this reason, I would like to believe that I would have ended up loving him regardless of who played him the day I went to see him. But, let's be honest, each actor brings different nuances to the role and doesn't quite speak the lines quite the same way so the charactee can end up feeling quite different. I was so, so, so lucky that Noah Kieserman was my Connor. When Stephen Anthony left the show last week, he thanked Noah for "the unbelievable gift of [his] sensitive vulnerable Connor". And I could see that, truly. Thanks to him, that's how Connor will always be my mind.

#connor murphy #don't mind me #I didn't mean for it to get this long #I didn't really say anything of substance either #oh well it is what it is #I didn't expect to like deh as much as I did I blame noah and connor obvs #dear evan hansen #might delete later #like sooner than later

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kachinnate · 4 years ago

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,,,,okay i know i just said i wasn’t going to talk about the deh movie but actually yeah imma talk about it for just a sec bc y’all actually make me legitimately distressed sajkfndsmjkgds

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLQ_A0H1otc i dont have the braincells to do a shot by shot analysis right now but here’s what we’re lookin at

under a readmore because ghhhhhhh

firstly, let me lead with this: yes, from what we know, there’s a lot of things wrong with this movie.

the worst, in my humble opinion, being the bts treatment of the (very few) actors of color, and the lack altogether of any production team members of color. that’s something that should be acknowledged, talked about, and fucking dug into especially at the current fucking period of time we’re living in. it’s unsurprising, but disgusting nonetheless, and it set this movie up for failure from the very beginning. i’m a white person so by no means so i feel inclined or like i have any authority in saying what one should feel wrt all of that, however i will say if there’s to be a boycott in not watching this movie, that should 100% be the reason why. it’s fully poc’s choice whether or not to forgive the production team or give this movie a chance for the irredeemable shit it did in regards to handling the movie’s production. the movie imo definitely doesn’t deserve their forgiveness, but again, that is not for me to say.

there’s some little things too that i can’t fully think of off the top of my head - like, the whole making larry connor’s stepdad thing fucking irks me, for example, but, like...... listen.

if you know me like at all, you know my favorite word is nuance.

so, i’m going to say it outright: the way you people are approaching this three minute trailer shows literally.... none?? no nuance ??? is it no-nuance november over here or ???? like i’m begging you i’m BEGGING YOU to put aside your pre-determined prejudices against this movie and like stop pretending to be a renowned film critic for ten seconds because it’s really not as outright fucking abysmal as you are saying!! and also it’s possible to have opinions that aren’t completely fucking polarized to one side because guess what, the deh movie? a piece of media! what is the shit y’all are constantly preaching about having the ability to consume media critically ? because you’re trying to cancel a fucking trailer based on the contents of the trailer alone !!!!! hello !!!!!!!!

media is bound to be problematic. if y’all were as quick to judge any movie as you did this one, guess what you wouldn’t be watching any movies like ever <3

anyway lets get into the parts that are probably going to get me cancelled lmao

ben platt - listen. LISTEN. listen i know he’s too old to be reprising evan we ALL know he’s too old to be reprising evan i’ve heard this same argument since the announcement was made we get it we all know. haha he’s a grandpa yes bestie ur so right ur so funny wow. i do agree that we should’ve maybe had a not-ben-platt evan moment but here’s some things to keep in mind: the arguments of “oooh ABF is right there !!!!!!” 1. who’s to say he was available? 2. the environment of a movie is so, SO much different than that of a musical -- as much as you wanna pretend you know everything from just a trailer, there’s no way of knowing what scenes were added that might’ve made the movie like.. idk possibly more intense story-wise not even COUNTING the fact that just inherently a movie set is different than a musical one? like yes ben platt might be just being used as a device but that’s probably not the sole and only reason. Also, if i see One (1) more comment about his FUCKING HAIR 😃 first of all it’s not that deep like... if you’re so distracted by an actor having their hair different that’s on you, but going as far as to call it bad or distracting or being like Vehemently a way about it? y’all i know it’s most likely not your intention but that is literally just ben platt’s natural fuckin ETHNICALLY JEWISH hair sajknfgkjds!!!! i’m not the first to make this point, but like dsjnfkjdsg!??! y’all are being so mean about it and for WHAT? again, maybe not intentional, but it reads as like high key Very antisemetic and you should.... maybe not 😳 be that way

connor. the thing about a trailer is that they don’t show you all the scenes because they want you to come see the movie. right? can we agree on that? all the connor scenes in the trailer had SEVERAL hard cuts, omitting a lot of the scene -- like the computer lab scene! we see the beginning of it, there’s a VERY obvious hard cut, and then he’s running out! in my opinion my first watch through of this trailer i had a very like “:// hmm all these actors feel a lil like dry”, but man oh man the comments ive seen about connor. holy shit guys. this boy gets 7 minutes of stage time in the actual musical, and the whole thing is we DON’T KNOW VERY MUCH ABOUT HIM. not to burst your bubble, and i by no means hate connor, i love me some good connor lives fics and stuff, but everything we write with connor being alive? that is !! speculation on our part !!!! those are headcanons and us using the little context we have!! connor doesn’t have any significant development IN THE SOURCE MATERIAL that is being adapted into a movie !!! you 1. can’t fully judge a character with already limited screentime in a 3 minute trailer, 2. can’t really call what connor has canonically in the musical as in depth character development !! what is his arc then !!!! he pushes evan, goes to the computer lab, has an outcast loner kid moment, gets upset, takes the letter, DIES. sorry stans, that’s just how it is !! and, AND, everything in between, all the idiosyncracies, that depends on the actor playing connor! speaking of, you know who the actor is playing connor in the movie? that’s right, colton ryan! so, i don’t know, maybe... have some trust in the process, in an actor who ALREADY has played connor on broadway???? and also trust that you will get more connor content then u are seeing from a 3 minute trailer!! dhgnijsdg and some of the comments on like his appearance specifically? like are you really made that he doesn’t have long hair?? they kept his nails and his rings but nahhh the hair was apparently a MUST HAVE (even though like.. not all connor actors on broadway always had/have long hair but w/e).. REGARDLESS. tldr on THAT , the movie would have to do a pretty shitty job if they want to take something from someone who doesn’t have much to begin with and i think y’all are being extremely harsh on this point

jared. honestly i’m a bit worried too about the like... name change, because it does have the potential to be taking out some representation, but... they did change the name to fit the actor’s ethnicity? it’s a really [hmm] topic because, again, from a trailer and from what we have been told we don’t KNOW a lot of the context, but i think it’s important to remember that uh.. jewish people aren’t just? always white ?? there’s a possibility they changed the last name to fit with the [ethnicity] while keeping him jewish?? ofc there’s the possibility that they Didn’t and ... again hm that’s its own thing altogether but just reiterates the point that you can’t knock a whole movie just based on the trailer. you can’t talk about things you know nothing about.

alana. same thing as before, you can’t.... completely bash a character based on a 3 minute trailer. there was discussion about how she seemed ‘shy’ when talking to evan, which like.. maybe she is but also that scene was them talking in a library like if u actually take notice of what’s happening in the scene jdskngsd though i do share the general consensus with many others that she won’t get a lot of screen-time but that’s neither here nor there 😔 moving on

scenes and the setting. one of the things i was most like.. tentative about in regards to a switch from a musical to a movie was how they were like... going to do certain scenes? naturally, a lot has to be different when we’re going from a minimal stage set to an entire movie with like.. settings. there are going to be new scenes because a movie lends to have like, physical places that aren’t just [evan’s bedroom] and [murphy kitchen] and [implied school]. so new scenes, new conversations, slightly different pacing.. this is all to be expected right like are y’all geneuinely surprised here or ........

there’s a lot we aren’t seeing yet because this is a TRAILER. again i already mentioned this re: connor but like... again, y’all are making some Claims that just... fucking outlandish. there are so many moments in the trailer that are very obvious Hard Cuts. you don’t have all the information yet. you are angry at a tiny fragment of something that is confusing you because you don’t have all the context. is there a chance that some of this shit is just genuinely Bad? yeah but you really cannot 100000% say it with your chest and gauge it without seeing the movie and understanding what that scene is in context. lowkey uhhh saw some jokes about the zoe scene in the car and :’))) ? jesus? christ????

concluding thoughts because my brain hurts but like. you don’t have to like the movie. you don’t have to WATCH the movie. like all media if you choose to consume the movie you should do so with some CRITICAL THOUGHT. but, just like the novel (and i do not want to have any discussions about that i don’t care if you think it’s good Or bad that’s not what this is about) you guys are going in this WANTING to believe it’s bad and completely polarizing your thoughts on what this is going to be. yeah, maybe there shouldn’t be a movie. i genuinely think we could’ve gone without. but it’s just a piece of media, it’s not a progression like all your (musical is good, novel is bad, MOVIE IS WORSE OH NO) posts are suggesting. they are all just. different pieces of media stemming from a source. at the end of the day it’s just a fucking movie. if you already hate it so much, guess what? you don’t have to watch it! you don’t have to put so much needless fucking hate into a 3 MINUTE TRAILER. you can stop being performative and dissing it for its poor treatment of POC while then going on to make fun of ben platt’s hair and just targeting a different group like! please !!!

i’m not trying to be a fuckin’ advocate for this movie because there’s so much opportunity for it to suck, i do Not have high hopes for it, and i’m not even really sure i want to watch it (i bought the novel when it came out and have yet to read it, and i’m sure the movie will like.. elicit very similar vibes from me lsdngjkdsg like im just not uhhh feeling it) but y’know what? watching the trailer did not bring forth the fucking onslaught of hatred in me that apparently has fuckin posessed all of y’all and like djnsgjksdg plagued my dashboard for this whole evening. don’t come into my inbox trying to like.. argue with me about this (preemptively im turning off anon because i like i Can’t lmao) this is just like... a rant i needed to get out of me real quick.

SO. tldr for now: have critical thought about shit you consume, there’s no ethical consumption under [the film industry], you can’t judge a movie entirely on its trailer, and y’all need to calm the fuck down

#garbage.txt #deh movie #ask to tag #irrelevant #bc this is lowkey a vent bc jfc #this isn't @ anyone btw this is just [in general mostly just from my dash] bc.. sighs #anyway im gonna refrain from making any more comment on this its just. frustrating.#edit: ok to rb

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lostinfantasies38 · 4 years ago

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Ten Favorite Dialogues from 2020

I picked 10 dialogue exchanges that I loved from the stories I posted this year. A few of them are from the same stories, since I spent a good chunk of the year working on long fics instead of one shots or shorter stories. Under the cut bc they are lengthy.

I also realized that most of my zingers tend to be in my descriptions and don’t always make it into my character’s dialogue. I might have to change that.

In no particular order:

Dorian chuckled. “Honestly, you two are disgraceful. You can’t come to a club looking like sex on legs when you aren’t single. You’re going to give people a heart attack.”

“Jealous, Dorian?” Alistair needled.

“Insanely,” he replied smoothly. “Aside from myself and Zevran,”—he saluted the elf who shot him a saucy wink—“you’re the most attractive men here. And to add insult to injury, you’re together,” he sighed dramatically.

Accidental Alliance, a oneshot modern Cullistair AU

“Step two of the pie liberation was to avoid suspicion of the adults.” Evan giggled at Connor’s phrasing and thought he heard Alex snort in amusement, too. “Zoe’s job was to act as a distraction, which wasn’t hard to accomplish because Cynthia decked her out in this frilly monstrosity that every woman within a five-mile radius oohed and aahed over. She fucking hated it, of course, but it worked in our favor for The Plan. And yes, those are honest to God capitals, babe. Think Mission Impossible: Thanksgiving 2010.”

“Alternate title: Pie Larceny,” Evan quipped, overjoyed by Connor’s rich laughter. Alex definitely chuckled at that.

“Yes! Oh my God, that’s amazing. I’m totally renaming it Pie Larceny.”

Save Me From Myself - part 3 of my DEH series, Connor Murphy/Evan Hansen

“It makes me want to wrap you in blankets and bubble wrap and smother you with attention until you’re sick of looking at me, though.”

A broken laugh tumbled out of Evan’s mouth. “Well, there’s a mental picture. What are you gonna do? Roll me down the street?”

“I’m working out the logistics, but rolling you around does sound kinda fun,” Connor teased.

Snorting, Evan retorted, “I mean, you do have practice rolling joints. Guess a bundled up boyfriend isn’t much difference.”

Connor’s borderline hysterical laughter almost drowned out Evan’s airy chuckles. “Jesus Christ, Evan,” he wheezed, shakily wiping away tears.

Save Me From Myself - part 3 of my DEH series, Connor Murphy/Evan Hansen

Returning his head to the shadows, he hissed, “Sister Agnes is milling around. I need a distraction so I can reach our room.”

Kai grinned and pulled a dehydrated pepper from his pocket. “Down the hatch.”

Gavin stopped him with a concern expression. “Are you sure about this?”

He snorted softly. “Please, I grew up eating these. My mum sends them because she knows I love them. They’re like candy. I’ll be shitting fire for a week, but they don’t hurt my mouth. I’ll burn hot and sweat like crazy though. Trust me, it’ll work.”

The redhead arched an eyebrow. “So you carry them in your pocket at all times?”

“No,” Kai answered irritably. “That’s why I needed Easton earlier. To act as a distraction for me so I could get it out of my room.”

Gavin sighed. “If you’re sure. I mean, we could brawl in the hallway, that would work, too.”

Alistair glanced around the corner. “Hurry up and choose. I’m not waiting forever.” Kai smirked and popped the pepper in his mouth.

“Well, that decides it,” Gavin groaned. Alistair tried not to laugh as over the course of a few minutes, Kai’s face visibly flushed in response to the spicy heat and sweat pooled under his hair, running in rivulets across his face.

“How do I look?” he asked.

“Like you’ve got the sweat,” Gavin replied sardonically.

“Perfect,” he retorted. “Right, good luck, Alistair. If I fail to distract everyone, Gavin’s got you covered.”

Find Me Well Within Your Grace - young Cullistair prequel fic - excerpt from Ch 11 featuring a few of my OCs and Alistair

Wrapping his arms around her as she hummed at the stove, he said, “Sirra and Alistair either just left my apartment or she only now deigned to tell me they’re gone.”

Eowyn grinned wickedly at him, checking the clock on the dining room wall. “My, my! Four hours later! Scandalous.”

“I wish you could have seen them. The magnetism! It was instant.”

She giggled. “I saw the photos. That’s more of Alistair’s almost-O face than I ever want to see again, thanks very much.”

He snorted. “Fair enough.” After a pause, Zevran chuckled, “I give them a month.”

Rounding on him in horror, Eowyn stared at him with wide mossy eyes. “You just said they were perfect together! Do you think we made a mistake?”

“No, amore mio. I mean, I give them a month before they elope. I might have been party to their engagement shoot today.”

She blinked slowly as the giggles built until she was clutching the kitchen counter in a fit of uncontrolled mirth. “Okay, that may be accurate knowing Alistair!”

“I’m thinking of changing my business cards. Should I add ‘Matchmaker Extraordinaire’ or ‘Signor Soulmate’?” he asked cheekily.

Shot In The Dark - Sirra Brosca/Alistair modern AU oneshot [dialogue shown is between Zevran/OC]

Cullen grinned with him. “Me either. Maybe we can improve your chess skills enough for you to graduate from mediocre.”

“Oh, ha ha. You and the others can have fun with that, thanks very much. Here I was hoping we could spend more time in bed,” he teased, sliding a hand into his curls.

Rolling his eyes playfully, the blonde retorted, “Of course, count on you to think how often we can sleep together instead of improving our skills.”

“That is how we improve our skills.”

“Training skills, you fiend.”

Heaving a melodramatic sigh, Alistair quipped, “Well, one of us has to be the boring one in the relationship. Glad it’s not me.” Cullen elbowed him gently in the ribs, chuckling along with his lover’s bright laughter.

Find Me Well Within Your Grace - young Cullistair prequel fic, excerpt from Ch 12

“You’re not worthless,” Alistair whispered. The breath she’d been holding passed her lips with a tiny mewl of surprise. Still unable to look at one other, Alistair kept his hand on her wrist and she resisted the urge to scoot further away.

Sirra murmured, “You don’t know me, Alistair. You can’t say that.”

“I can,” he insisted firmly, his fingers pressing just a bit harder on her flesh. “It doesn’t matter who you were. When you join the Grey Wardens, all that matters is who you are. I may not know who you used to be in Orzammar, but I have a pretty good idea who you are in the sun.”

Sun Touched - excerpt from Ch 4

“I’m sorry, Alistair, I wanted to surprise you. Most dwarves in Orzammar, caste and casteless alike, have genital piercings. It’s cultural and unrelated to murder.”

His eyebrows climbed into his hair. “Even the men? How in the Maker’s name does that work?” Sirra opened her mouth to explain, but he hastily held up a hand and shivered. “Rhetorical question. Please do not answer that.”

Sun Touched - excerpt from Ch 14

“I love you, too,” she murmured, gracing him with a watery smile. “If I had known you were up here, I would have left Orzammar years ago and tracked you down,” Sirra mused, only half joking.

“Oh, really?” he quirked an eyebrow in amusement. “I can just imagine you sneaking into the droll monastery and breaking me out. I would have assumed you were a figment of my imagination, a desire demon, or Maker-sent. Regardless, I doubt I could have resisted the mischievous glint in your eyes as you crept in to find me in my smalls, surrounded by thirty other recruits, and told me to run away with you.”

Laughing, Sirra raked her short nails down his toned chest. “A naked teenage version of you? I would have taken you on the spot, letting the recruits feast their eyes on us, before dashing out the front door with your bare ass in tow.”

He closed his eyes with a lusty moan, and swallowed hard, his voice strained when he replied. “Definitely Maker-sent then. To think, we could have been on the lam for the last few years, making mad love wherever we went.”

Sighing melodramatically, Alistair smirked and playfully bopped the tip of her nose with his. “Ah, well, at least I have you now and that’s all that matters.”

Sun Touched - excerpt from Ch 17

10.

“Stop it,” Morrigan mumbled irritably.

Alistair feigned innocence. “Stop what? I’m sitting here like a good patient. I wasn’t even talking until right now.”

Yellow eyes bored into hazel as the subtle light faded around them, his shoulder apparently healed. “You know very well what. Stop staring at my hands. ‘Tis most distracting.”

“And here I thought it was my hands distracting you during the fight,” he smirked. “Not where my eyes happened to land. How could you have known that I might have been paying attention, if you weren’t observing me, too, hmm?”

Scoffing, Morrigan took a large step back and crossed her arms haughtily over her chest. “You are insufferable.”

Sheathing his sword, Alistair shrugged with affected boredom. “I may be insufferable, Morrigan, but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong. Deny it all you want, but we both know the truth.”

Snagging his shield from where it fell on the ground, he slung it over his back and murmured for her ears alone. “Besides, for a cranky witch who grew up in a swamp, they’re surprisingly soft and gentle… when they want to be, that is.”

You Give Me That Lovin’ Feelin’ - ch 2. Part 1 of 3 of Morristair written for @scharoux 14 Days of DA Lovers

#tag game #fave dialogues #my ocs #my writing #lostinfantasies38 #Sun Touched #FMWWYG #find me well #14 days of DA lovers #deh #dear evan hansen #dragon age #cullistair #sirrastair #morristair #evan x connor

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always-and-forever-a-killjoy · 5 years ago

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Hello fuckers! This is the ridiculously long fic I've been vagueposting about for like weeks. 23k words sitting in a doc! I'll be trying to post maybe once every two weeks, but once school starts again it will be a lot harder to get out 3k words in a week. I have seven chapters written, so I'll consistently update for probably 2-3 months and then no promises after that. This is going to be a fucking epic.

Note that not all warnings apply to all the chapters, so I'll be warning for triggering/upsetting content in each chapter individually. Please heed those!

You all also get to play a game of 'guess which song the chapter title is pulled from', which is made more difficult by my music taste ranging from musicals (les mis! DEH!) to my chemical romance. I'll let you know what the chapter title was from when I post the next chapter. Also, the POV switches each chapter, so that info is also in the notes.

Title: Coming, Coming Home

Chapter Title: Do you want to live out loud?

Chapter Wordcount: 3099

Summary:

The story of 109 WKIL, from the mother that began it to the daughter who saw the end of it.

Warnings: None for this chapter!

Taglist: @wishiwasthemoon-tonight @sleevesareforlosers @stressed-depressed-emo-mess @tasteofamnesia @dagger-queen @no-braincells-here @piratecherricola (message me, send an ask, or reblog/reply to one of my posts if you want to be added or removed)

AO3 Link

(Actual fic under the cut)

It began with a handheld radio.

The killjoy who was already beginning to be known as Dr. Death Defying had stolen quiet a few of these portable transmitting devices when he left the army of the corporation called Better Living Industries. Now, he began to give them out, one after another, to the small clusters of rebels who were just beginning to call themselves killjoys. With those, the groups kept each other updated for a while, passing whispers back and forth over the airwaves. The positions of squads of dracs, who had extra supplies, where there were good buildings to scavenge from or shelter in.

Those were highly effective in the small rebellion, news passing quickly between the few rebels, but as more killjoys began to enter to desert, take up the colors and masks and ray guns and form themselves into a true rebellion, it was getting to be not enough.

“We need something with a wider reach.”

Dr. Death Defying was sitting at the so-called strategy table (which in actuality was a shitty kitchen table strategically repurposed), listening to White Lily talk about rebellion. It was another ordinary afternoon, or as ordinary as one could get in a post-apocalyptic nuclear desert plotting to overthrow an evil mega corporation. The sun was shining brightly overhead, and he and his best friend, the fiery spirited White Lily, were in a partially wrecked house out in Zone Four, where they had been staying for most of the time since the Helium Wars. Both former soldiers, they had served together for a little bit after D had first been recruited. He had been transferred to a different squadron soon after, and they hadn’t deserted together, but they’d met up after the wars and become close friends. Two dreamers who wanted to save the world, she had said. And so now they were trying to do just that, one killjoy recruit at a time.

“If this is going to be a true revolution, Walkie-talkies aren’t going to cut it,” White Lily went on. “We need a way to reach more people. Get the word out quicker.”

“Did you have any particular ideas?” Dr. Death Defying asked dryly.

Her eyes gleamed in the way that meant she did, in fact, have an idea. “A radio station.”

“A what?”

“A radio station. I know I sound crazy, but hear me out. If we can get our hands on the equipment, a lot of killjoys already have radios and that way we can also reach the ones with only a car radio. We broadcast news- who’s dead, where bli is attacking, just generally what’s going on. We can also make speeches over the radio, like what’s his face, the president guy, did with his fireside chats."

“FDR. And you can make speeches over the radio.” It wasn’t that he couldn’t, per se, but he would rather leave the main speaking part of it to her.

White Lily briefly made a sad face, but was back to determination within seconds. “Right, well I can make big speeches if you do daily announcements and news, deal?”

“Deal.” They realized a second later what they had just accidentally agreed to and sighed.

The other just grinned. “Time to get some radio equipment!”

And so it began with a hand held radio and a duo of Helium Wars survivors, and 109 WKIL was born.

109 WKIL didn’t actually broadcast until two full months and a new crew member later. It turned out to be not exactly easy to get their hands on the equipment necessary to send out signals, and neither of them knew precisely what running a radio station required anyways. They researched as best they could, asking around and reading any old books they could find, but supplies were scarce and electronic equipment especially so. And so they didn’t get the radio station fully running until after the arrival of their third crew member.

It was another of the somewhat lazy afternoons in the desert when Cherri Cola showed up at their house in a stolen BLI News Van. White Lily was gone, off talking to a small band of neutrals and trying to persuade them to aid the rebellion, so it was Dr. Death Defying who was there to see a no-longer white van screech to a stop. He kept his ray gun close as he stepped outside, since the van was Better Living Industries, but the side of it had a sprinkling of graffiti and it was covered in dust, which reassured him somewhat.

“Hello?”

The van’s engine clicked off and Dr. Death Defying breathed a sigh of relief as a lean teenager hopped out, squinting in the sunlight. They were clearly a killjoy, given the pink mask, and they also wore scuffed jeans and a too-small black jacket despite the warmth of a desert afternoon. Their hair was brown and a sandy mess, and they were perhaps an inch or two shorter than Dr. Death Defying. They were completely and utterly un-intimidating with the sole exception of their eyes, which blazed with fierce and bitter kind of anger.

“Another killjoy?” Their voice squeaked a little, undoing any effect of those fiery eyes, and they cleared their throat. “Uh, another killjoy?”

At loss for words, he nodded. “I’m Dr. Death Defying, he/him and they/them.”

“Cherri Cola.” They fiddled with their shirt hem. “He/him.”

“So…I’m assuming you’re looking for White Lily?”

“Was actually just looking for a place to stay the night,” Cherri Cola mumbled. “I didn’t realize you were already staying here, I can leave-“

“Absolutely not, get inside.” They hoped their voice didn’t sound too firm. “White Lily and I are happy to let people stay with us who need.”

“Oh.” D pretended not to notice the relief on his face as he ran a hand through his hair. “Thanks.”

“Of course. Do you want to come into the shade? It’s baking out here.” He didn’t mention how hot the other killjoy must be in that jacket.

“Yes, please.”

So he led the strange teenager inside, half-wondering what made the teen’s eyes so old and filled with hurt and rage. It wasn’t an uncommon sight in the zones, per se, but this kid’s eyes were striking in their pain.

“So, how old are you?”

“Sixteen, you?”

“Twenty. Do you want some power pup? We’ve got a bit of extra, I think.”

Cherri nodded eagerly, and he devoured everything D put in front of him. “It’s been a while since I’ve been able to pull off a raid or anything, and hacking vending machines isn’t as easy as it looks.”

That would explain why he was so lean. “You’ve got the look of someone who’s been out in the desert a while.”

“Almost since the end of the wars.” There was no need for him to specify which wars. The Helium Wars loomed over everyone and everything, desert and city.

“Ah. I’ve been here since the very end of the wars, so not too much longer than you. My friend White Lily and I were both deserters, we met up and decided to stick it to the man, as it were.”

“So you live together?” Cherri Cola’s face had softened into curiosity.

“Yep. We’ve been sheltering in this house for quite a while now, but we’ve lived together for longer than that.”

Cherri nodded. “I’m on my own. Runaway from Battery City, never found a crew. It must be nice to live with your friend, though.”

At that moment, said friend came tromping through the door. “Hello, D!”

“Hey, Lily!”

Cherri waved with a quiet “Hello.”

“Hello, random stranger in my kitchen!”

Dr. Death Defying sighed. “White Lily, this is Cherri Cola, he/him. Cherri Cola, this is White Lily, she/her.”

“Nice to meet you,” Cherri said politely.

“Nice to meet you too, kid! So I’m assuming this softy offered you a place to sleep for the night?”

“I did, he needed a place to stay.”

“Softy.” White Lily turned her grin on Cherri Cola. “You’re welcome to stay for a bit, we’ve got a nice place and an extra room, so I don’t see why you wouldn’t.”

“I can pull my weight,” he offered quietly. “I know how to sew and some first aid and a little bit of fighting, but I’m not great yet.”

“What makes you think you have to pull your weight for us to give you a room for a night?” Lily’s face was genuinely concerned. “Can’t believe I’m going to say this, but chill, kid.”

There was something in Cherri’s eyes that reminded D a little of a wounded animal as he glanced up at Lily. “You’re sure I don’t have to be helpful? I can do a lot of things- okay, not a lot, but I’m pretty good at fixing things and I know how to fire a ray gun, even if I can’t really do hand-to-hand combat.”

"Well, if some dracs attack, then you can put that to good use,” D told him.

“Wait, did you say you can fix things? Tech skills?” Lily leaned forward, and D didn’t have to see her face to know what she was thinking.

“My…I knew someone who’s an engineer,” Cherri explained. “I know how to fix a lot of things.”

“You don’t happen to know anything about radio equipment, do you?”

“Lily,” D sighed.

“Some, why?”

“We could use some help getting a radio station off the ground. And shush, D, if he’s going to stay anyways, we might as well figure out if he can help.”

“A radio station…do you have a transmitter? Or anything of the sort? And you need modulators.”

“We’ve got the modulators,” D told him. “We need a transmitter, the little one I found isn’t near powerful enough.”

Cherri Cola frowned, tilting his head. “Well, I’ve got a news van with what I’m assuming is a very powerful transmitter, haven’t tried to use it yet, though. We’d have to figure out how to make it work with audio instead of video, but I bet you could use the antenna from that. An FM station shouldn’t take too much technology, depends on how wide you want the range to be. Power is probably more of an issue?”

“We’ve got some large batteries, do you think we need a more permanent power source?”

They talked until the sun was starting to set, Cherri having quite a bit of useful advice and knowledge to supplement what little research D managed.

And after Cherri was safely asleep in the spare room, Dr. Death Defying and White Lily convened back at the shitty kitchen ‘strategy’ table.

“You’re not seriously thinking of letting him stay forever,” Lily said as soon as she had taken her seat.

“Why not?” Usually, it would be Lily who asked this question, but “He needs a home.”

“This better not be fucking Socks all over again.” Socks, being, of course, the cat D had tried to take in during the Helium Wars. Not only had he been a lot of trouble, he had eventually run off onto the battlefield, and neither of them had been able to stop him. They could only assume he had been killed in the final days of the wars.

D still regretted that, but this was different. “He’s not a cat, Lil. But he does need a safe place to stay. Besides, you were the one who was grilling him about radio station technology.”

“At first. Then you took over with all your technical words and phrases.”

“All we were doing was talking transmitters.”

“Nerd boy.”

D sighed. “Anyways. He can clearly be helpful, given how much he knows about radio technology and other things, and he’s obviously in need of a place to stay.”

“Well, we’ve got one of those at least,” Lily sighed. “He better end up a good radio station assistant for you.”

D knew that meant Cherri was staying. “We’ll offer to let him join in the morning.”

“We will.” Lily’s face was serious. “Be prepared for him to say no, D. We’re not famous yet, but being friends with rebellion leaders probably isn’t an easy lot.”

“Of course not.” The flashlight they had hung for light flickered. “We’ll warn him about a friendship with us means, but we can’t just kick him out.”

“Technically, we can, but we’re not going to.”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

The next morning dawned slightly overcast, which was rare in the desert. It provided somewhat of a gloomy atmosphere as Cherri Cola wandered into their living room area with a tired “Morning.”

“Morning,” Lily yawned back. D was the only one properly awake at the crack of dawn, always an early riser.

He found it somewhat amusing how non-functional Lily was until she had had some coffee or gotten some adrenaline from a fight. “Good morning.”

Cherri settled down in one of the chairs cautiously as Lily opened her mouth again. “So, D and I were talking. Big softy that he is, he wants to let you stay with us if you want, and I figured you might be pretty handy when it comes to radio stations.”

“Don’t let her twist it, she’s equally on board.” D resisted a sigh. “We do have to warn you, we’re leading a rebellion. Lily is, at least. I’m something like a right hand, I suppose. So it will be dangerous and difficult to be friends with us, and the radio station will not be an easy endeavor either.”

“Can’t be worse than…” Cherri trailed off. “Can’t be worse than wandering the desert on your own in a stolen news van. Do you really want me to stay?”

“Hey, we always want another pair of hands.” White Lily’s joking tone didn’t get a grin out of him. “You seem like a neat kid, why not let you stay?”

“Guess so.” Cherri yawned again. “So, do you happen to have a screwdriver? I think I’ve got some ideas about the modulators.”

So Cherri Cola came to live with them. His primary occupation was trying to get the radio station able to broadcast, alongside Dr. Death Defying, combining each of their respective technology skill with a lot of guesswork and the knowledge gleaned from whatever books they could find. He rarely went on runs with White Lily at first, but as they found out a week or so in, he turned out to be more than a decent shot with a ray gun.

“Holy fuck, Cola.” White Lily was staring at the empty can he had just knocked over- from a distance of a hundred and twenty feet, further than D or Lily had managed yet.

“Is that a good or a bad ‘holy fuck’?”

“Good. Holy shit. D and I haven’t hit that yet, not with a shitty little ray gun like yours anyways.”

“What’s wrong with this ray gun?”

“No offense, but that’s a piece of shit.” D watched as she took the ray gun and weighted it in her hands before handing her own to Cherri. “Feel what this one’s like- it’s a little heavier, but it’s a lot nicer. Yours doesn’t even have a stun setting.”

It took him one or two practice shots, but within a few minutes he was shooting even more effectively.

“A hundred and FIFTY feet! D, did you see that?”

“I did,” D told her, glancing over at the youngest of their little trio. “Cherri, we need to get you a better ray gun.”

The better ray gun would have to wait, though, as the next day, they finally found the last few pieces of equipment and things that they would need for the radio station. They had decided that 109 WKIL would broadcast from the news van Cherri had arrived in, since the antenna was already attached and that way it could be portable if Better Living Industries managed to track their signal. So a few days of fixing later, they had cobbled together a working radio apparatus that could broadcast at a range of thirty miles or so. It had taken a lot of swearing, banging around, and failed test runs, but eventually they had it figured out.

The very first broadcast fell to D, as it was decided he would be the main DJ, and he settled at the panel a little nervously. Cherri was crouched beside him, fiddling with the last few cords.

“Think we’re good to go,” he whispered.

"Right. Here goes nothing.” D took a deep breath. “One-oh-nine in the sky and the pigs won’t quit, welcome to the very first broadcast by one oh nine WKIL, the rebellious radio station of the desert. I’m Dr. Death Defying, and I’ll be your usual DJ, keeping you updated on all the news from claps to raids to Mad Gear concerts.”

The script had been decided on beforehand so that he didn’t stumble too much, but he still had to pause to take another quick breath and steady himself. “We’ll be doing our broadcast at this time every morning, pretty soon after alarm clock radiation, and we’ll be fanning the spark of this desert into a flame. So tune in, listeners, for all the latest updates, weather, traffic reports, and the best music we’ve got. One oh nine in the sky, this is Dr. Death Defying signing off.”

Cherri gave them a broad grin and a thumbs-up as D fumbled to click the right buttons to get the music going. D grinned right back, and White Lily came charging into the van a few minutes later, brandishing the radio they had been using to test their broadcasting capabilities.

“It worked! You came though loud and clear, even a good ten miles away, and you’re already getting good at this. I told you, you could do it!” She gave him a high five, grinning, and turned to Cherri. “And good job, soda kid! You’re already a radio station technician.”

Cherri laughed and high-fived her. “Wasn’t expecting to become one at sixteen, but not the worst place I could have ended up.”

They had tried to spread the word as best as possible about the radio station beforehand, so D knew there had been a fair amount of killjoys already listening to the first broadcast. And word travelled quickly in the desert, so he didn’t doubt their listener base would grow over the years. But for now, the rebellion was small, and the twenty-one-year-old leader and her two best friends were heading inside for a celebratory breakfast of power pup.

#cherri cola #dr. death defying #auri writes #coming home #original character #white lily #ttlofk #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #danger days fic

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nothingunrealistic · 5 years ago

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as an anon talking about your fic, you write some pretty longs one that cover a lot of ground while overall staying on track, and do you happen to map fics out in a certain way, like an outline of scenes, or feel it out as you go? are there patterns in what feels inspiring and solid enough to be the foundation of a new fic? do you tend to think about ideas for dialogue or conflicts or broader themes and atmosphere first, is it easier for you to start with an idea that's really specific or vague?

oh i love these questions! gonna copy them so i can properly answer them one by one

do you happen to map fics out in a certain way, like an outline of scenes, or feel it out as you go?

it depends! if i’m writing something that’s long enough / takes place over a disparate enough set of times and places to be split into chapters, i’ll usually try to start with an outline of all the chapters (with titles if i have them - chapter titles are Very important to me) and bullet points of what i want to happen in each one. and rarely do i Already know exactly / fully what i want to happen in every chapter as soon as i think of the overall fic concept, so it helps to have an outline to add ideas to / figure out where new elements should go as i think of them. (the only real exceptions to this are a couple of deh fics that are multichapter but are also molded so closely to canon that i was pretty much able to write them as i went without having to map them out first.) if it’s a long or medium-length oneshot, i’ll likely have a bullet pointed list of what i want to happen (or at least a few notes), but i’ll write a lot as i go and sometimes fill in gaps between scenes with short notes about what should go there. (i do a lot of putting Things I Still Need To Write in brackets to be revisited later.) short oneshots (like prompt fics) are most likely to be written as i go without setting down a lot of ideas / notes beforehand - at most i’ll have a sentence or two about what i want it to be about and a few lines of dialogue that i want to include but haven’t figured out how to fit in yet. (i almost never write something completely in order. if i do, it’s because the whole idea came to me at once, complete with basically-intact chunks of prose, and i’m scrambling to get it out of my brain and onto a page as fast as possible. that doesn’t happen often, but it’s fun when it does.)

are there patterns in what feels inspiring and solid enough to be the foundation of a new fic?

the only real consistent pattern in what ideas can become full-fledged fics for me is that i almost always feel like i’m fixing something from canon - exploring a character, a relationship, or a theme that’s not examined / addressed enough already; filling in gaps in the events we get to see; explaining a detail that seems inconsistent with the story; addressing / rebutting some kind of common misconception about the story / characters / themes; or just taking a different path entirely because canon annoys me. (i’m mainly driven by spite, is what i’m saying.) this is why i mostly write fics for works that frustrate me in some way, and also why i write a lot of things that are canon compliant, or canon divergent but with the same setting and tone as canon, rather than completely divorced aus. (when i Do write aus, it’s because of that first point about wanting to explore an underserved character / relationship / theme.)

do you tend to think about ideas for dialogue or conflicts or broader themes and atmosphere first?

i guess broader themes (or at least the overall plot) first, since dialogue needs to fit into whatever story it is i’m trying to tell. like i mentioned, though, sometimes individual lines of dialogue will come to mind before i’ve fully fleshed out what it is i want to say. (and sometimes those lines might get discarded if they ultimately don’t fit with what i’m writing.) “conflicts” tends to get folded into either “themes” or “dialogue” for me, i suppose, and “atmosphere” isn’t necessarily something i specifically think about. if i’m writing something it’s because i want to make some kind of point, rather than just trying to convey a Vibe, though of course there are times where a specific Vibe helps make the point.

is it easier for you to start with an idea that's really specific or vague?

also something where It Depends! i’ve written a number of fics where the thing that pushed me from “discussing / complaining about canon with friends” to “actually writing and posting something” was one small detail from, or related to, canon that i wanted to build a story around. some examples:

the drum phrase from “be my baby” being a prominent motif in love in hate nation, which is set the year before “be my baby” was released

an article about rage rooms (which i read after a rage room was featured on billions) that mentioned someone crying after spending time smashing one up

will roland’s belief that jared and evan never spoke to each other again after good for you

the jared’s tech inspect video that sky lakota-lynch made

evan and jared both knowing what a consigliere is (i’ve written so many prompt fics based on scenes from the deh novel... i couldn’t Not use that bonus material somehow)

taylor’s strongly held and readily articulated opinions on rush’s best albums (i haven’t finished or posted this one yet but it’s In Process i swear)

with regards to broader concepts, i’ve already written one fic with the motivation of “what if a particular fic trope commonly applied to evan and connor was instead applied to evan and jared?” and am working on another. two different billions fics i’m partway through were inspired by youtube videos, which are more starting points for lots of character interaction than actually Dictating the interaction. lots of prompt fics i’ve written so far (and others i Intend to write) were basically just Manifestations of ideas about characters that i’d discussed at length with friends and finally decided should exist in a more coherent form. the only thing i don’t really do is setting out to write something with a General Fic Trope (mutual pining, hurt/comfort, etc) as the driving force / main point - those kinds of things certainly may be present, but whatever i’m trying to achieve is usually more specific than that.

(reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into your askbox and talking to you about your fic)

#inbox #anonymous #thank you!!

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the-strawzish-clownfish · 5 years ago

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aight I got this from @jay-is-bean‘s post so thanks dude

List at least six fandoms you’re in

well I’m not really active in most so

1. Ninjago

2. Hamilton

3. Be More Chill

4. SiX the Musical

5. Sanders Sides

6. Dear Evan Hansen

7. Heathers kinda (I can’t listen to some of it bc triggers)

Favorite Characters

Ninjago: ACRONIX ACRONIX ACRONIX Morro ACRONIX ACR

Hamilton: Peggy and Madison (also John bc who doesn’t love him)

BMC: Michael duh

SiX: KITTY HOWARD

SS: Virgil and Logan (also Deceit bc I lowkey am him)

DEH: Jared (lowkey Connor too)

Heathers: McNamara

Favorite book/movie/season/etc.

Ninjago: Season 7 was the best, followed by s5, s10, s9, s6, s8, s2, s1, s3, & s4, respectively (I haven’t seen past s10)

Hamilton: My favorite song changes like every day so rn it’s probably frickin Wait For It

BMC: it’S FROM JAPAAAAAAAAAAN

SiX: Don’t Lose Ur Head

SS: the Christmas one

DEH: Sincerely, Me (my sister’s hot)

Heathers: Beautiful (i know i’m basic)

Ocs?

Ninjago: so I have kind of a long au with like a ton more characters than there actually are in canon so (the one I refer to as “my oc” is Grey Eros tho, she’s my daughter)

none for the others

HCs/AUs?

Ninjago: a ton (my au where everything is the same but more chars and backstory and drama, my BMC au, vampire au w/ my oc, other vampire au w/ my oc....those are just the first that come to mind)

Hamilton: college au college au college au col

SiX: college au where everything’s happy and Henry doesn’t exist and also Cathy and Boleyn are soft gfs

SS: I DON’T HAVE ANY BUT ONE TIME I READ THIS FIC ONCE ABT LOGAN BEING A TEACHER AND HE MADE THE OTHER TEACHERS RESPECT PRONOUNS AND ROMAN AND PATTON WERE STUDENTS AND THERE WAS WARM ANALOGICAL AND AHHH IT WAS SO GOOD so yeah I like that one

that’s all

uhhh anyone who wants to do it (but @chaotic-yeet @band-geeks-memes @honey-tea-and-rosemary @lydxsilhouette and @sanriosapphic are getting tagged bc i know y’all got something)

#strawzy speaks #ninjago #hamilton #be more chill #bmc #six the musical #six #dear evan hansen #deh #heathers #tw heathers #musicals #sanders sides

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insanelycooljk · 4 years ago

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You mentioned an bmc/deh crossover once, I am curious if you have more you want to share about it?

sorry this took me so long to answer! honestly I’ve been focusing on other wips at the moment, so I really haven’t done any more work on it since, but I’ll see if I can think of a couple more things to share:

so I saw this post (x) a little while ago, which reminded me that in an older version of deh Jared had dialogue about doing Model UN, and we know that Jake does Model UN too, and Jared and Jake are both characters that I love VERY much, so you can absolutely guarantee that I’m going to work that in somehow !! Jared and Jake... now THATS an interesting relationship to think about. Complete opposite ends of the “social heirachy” at school, very different personalities, got a mutual friend through Rich... a lot of interesting things to consider !

I think at the time I made that original post I said that Jeremy and Jared would have this sort of humourous antagonistic relationship, because (until they get to know each other) I felt Jeremy would honestly just find Jared kind of annoying, and Jared’s sense of humor wouldn’t really land properly with Jeremy. But since then I’ve been loving the wrol cousin trio hcs (Jeremy, Jared and Nato from the black suits all being cousins), so I might consider reworking the fic to make them cousins in this too!!

Although Jeremy and Jared being cousins would change the plot a LOT, since Jared would be wondering why the fuck Jeremy is acting so differently all of sudden once he took the squip, and potentially he might get blocked along with Michael, so I’m gonna have to think about it a bit more first.

The fic would probably primarily follow Rich and Jared, since they’re the ones who will have the most interaction with characters from the other musical, so I guess they help connect the plots together the best. Also they’d be two of the first characters to know the FULL truth about everything.

that’s kind of all I’ve really got for now sorry!!! like I said, it’s still very much in the development stage and I haven’t really got much of the plot figured out yet, but thank you for the ask! I’m glad you’re interested!

#thank you!#god sorry for taking so long to reply #and i DID get your first ask #i just hadnt answered bc i didnt really have a whole lot to say sorry!#answered #also some of my thoughts about characters and the relationships theyd have with other characters have changed #so id take whatever i wrote in that first post with a grain of salt lmao #bmc deh crossover baby!

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shadowthrone-ammanas · 5 years ago

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Rest

The EX bosses are hard, giving me lots of time to ponder things as I die over and over. I had a thought while grinding away at Killing Two Birds about the EX bosses in general and came up with a head canon. Basically, how powerful the bosses are during their EX fights come from a potion Snatcher made (he makes exploding potions so why can't he also make other potions too?). It makes them faster, stronger, and blood thirsty (either in general or directed specifically at Hat Kid, I'm not sure, probably the former makes more sense). When the potion wheres off it naturally leaves them exhausted and feeling awful. Which is where the idea for this fic came from when I learned about the Ultra Snatcher fight at the end of the EX Boss rush (haven't gotten to it yet, but will soon, and from there I'll eventually be victorious).

Snatcher couldn’t believe he’d lost. He’d thrown everything he had at the damn kid. When one EX potion hadn’t been enough for him to take her out, he’d risked taking two. And yet, she’d still beat him.

With the effects of the EX potions fading, bringing back clarity of mind, he could barely remember the last few… however long the fight had taken. But here he was, in pain and panting in exhaustion as he slumped forward, supporting himself with his arms on the ground. Hat Kid stood victoriously before him, unscathed.

Using some of the very small amount of power remaining within him, he summoned the reward he’d made for her on the off chance she managed to beat him again – he liked being prepared for things even if he didn’t think they were likely, this was Hat Kid after all she’d done nothing but defy his expectations from the beginning. “Here, take it and leave,” he said, tossing it in her general direction.

Taking two of the potions had definitely been a mistake. They’d drained everything from him, leaving him feeling like… well death itself. He’d maybe chuckle at that joke if he had the energy to. At least he hadn’t taken three, that most likely would’ve been the end of him. If only he had a bed to crawl onto now. He couldn’t sleep but… oh boy, he wanted to. Regardless though, the point was he needed rest.

“Are you okay?” Hat Kid hadn’t left. She was still standing there, lording it over him. “I’ve never seen you slump forward so much.

Snatcher lifted his head to look at her. “I gave you your reward, what more do you want?” He didn’t want to be seen like this. He could barely move for peck’s sake. Why couldn’t she peck off and let him recover in peace?

“I want to make sure you’re okay,” she said, her voiced filled with seeming sincerity.

“I was literally just trying to kill not even five minutes ago kid, what is wrong with you?”

“Yeah, because you drank two of those rainbow potions that turn people into mindless killing machines. You’re back to being you now though, thankfully.”

Snatcher could tell her again that calling them ‘rainbow potions’ was wrong and annoying because it made them sound benign when they were the opposite. And he could tell her that he’d chosen to drink them in hopes of being able to defeat her. But… he just didn’t have the energy to.

“I think drinking two was a mistake,” Hat Kid continued. “That fight was fun but… you’re clearly in poor shape now. You shouldn’t have done that to yourself.”

All Snatcher could do in response was groan. She’d thought that fight had been ‘fun’. And she was going to lecture him about what he should and should not be doing. How pathetic could he be? He wished he could teleport away and escape her and all this nonsense but in this current state it was impossible.

“So what can I do to help?” she asked.

“You leaving and never coming back would help a lot,” he replied, glaring at her.

She frowned but before she could respond one of the Subconites still gathered around from watching the fight – now watching their boss be even further humiliated by a child, could anything be worse? – chimed in. “Getting him a living soul to eat would probably help a lot. He mostly just needs rest though. Those EX potions are pretty gnarly and the took two even though we told him not to.”

“Hmm… I don’t know what I can do about getting a living soul but I can take you to a place where you can rest safely and comfortably.”

“Don’t bother kid, just leave me alone.” His protest fell on deaf ears though as she pulled something rectangular out of her pocket. She pressed something on its face and there was an odd pulling sensation as the world around them blurred.

Suddenly they were on Hat Kid’s ship, in her room. Snatcher remained slumped forward facing her. This was even more undignified than it had been in his arena.

“You can rest in the pillow pool,” she said with a smile. “You can move that far, right? I can try to carry you if you can’t though, you’re a ghost so you can’t be that heavy.”

Well, he was already here and there was clearly no dissuading her, even if he’d had the energy to try so… “Don’t you dare.” That would be the final mortifying nail in the coffin of indignity.

With a grunt, he pushed himself upright. He managed to get himself to float again, just long enough to move over to the pillow pool and fall into it, being sure to fall onto his back so he could look up at the ceiling instead of at Hat Kid, with his tail curled up towards the bottom opposite side of the pool. He wasn’t that heavy so he didn’t sink far into it. But it was so soft and so comfortable. After all that time spent in her room, how had he resisted the urge to do this until now? If only he’d known how nice it was.

“Comfy?” Hat Kid asked.

“Yeah,” he replied before he could stop himself. “I’m only doing this because you left me no choice though.”

“Yes, I know, because you’re a stubborn soon-deh-ray.” What did that mean? Was it an insult? How insulted should he be? “But that’s okay. Is there anything else you need or do you want me to leave you to sleep now?”

“I’m a ghost, kid, I can’t sleep.” He could get close if he was really exhausted but never quite there.

“Oh, that’s… awful, I’m sorry.”

“Sleep is overrated, trust me.” Even if he would like to be able to sleep now; everything hurt and he was so tired, escaping from it would be nice.

“Hmmm… you maybe want me to get you a book then?”

“No, just let me rest.” Even if he couldn’t truly sleep, his eyes were drooping closed. With a bit of peace and quiet, he could get to the edge of sleep and let his mind drift there for a while, basically meditating so he could recover a bit faster.

“Okay, I’m gonna go to sleep though. Wake me if you need anything.” There was a click and the lights went off, barely perceived by Snatcher’s closed eyes. The bed creaked as Hat Kid presumably got into it. “Good night.”

Snatcher grunted in response. He just needed some time to rest and recover. He’d be up and out of here in no time.

Hours later, Snatcher became vaguely aware of the Hat Kid getting up and moving around. She didn’t turn the lights on though and didn’t say anything to him so he didn’t bother with paying her much mind. He was comfortable and zen and that’s all that mattered.

Not long later the door opened again though. “I’m sorry to disturb you but this is awesome!”

With a groan, Snatcher opened his eyes and sat up just enough to turn his head to look at her. She was wearing the outfit he’d made for her, making her look an awful lot like a ghost. It was a great piece of artwork, one of if not his best creation when it came to knitting. He was glad she liked it.

“Yep,” he said as he flopped back down. “That’s the point. It’s supposed to be awesome because it was very hard to get. You earned it though kiddo so congrats.”

She gasped. “Are you proud of me?”

He was certainly very impressed. She’d accepted every challenge he’d thrown her way and been victorious against all odds. A bit more separated from the humiliation of his defeat at her hands once more, he couldn’t really be mad. Maybe he was a bit proud, he’d invested a lot of effort into challenging her in various ways, not just trying to kill her. So… “Uh… sure I guess.”

“Yay!” The excitement and joy in her voice was almost infectious, almost making him want to smile.

“Whatever kid, don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“I’m going to and you can’t stop me.” She was right, he couldn’t. “But anyway, I’m going to go back to the forest and make sure your crazy ex doesn’t try anything while you’re here recovering. I’ll bring you back one of your books so you have something to do other than lie there and rest.”

Snatcher almost didn’t respond but… “Thanks,” he whispered.

“What was that?”

“Uh… I said ‘thanks’ for… this.” Still looking up at the ceiling and not at her, he raised a hand made to make a vague gesture. A safe spot to recover was appreciated. “And for making sure that bitch doesn’t do anything.” With him away and incapable of fighting, that was a possibility. “Go away now, I’m done talking to you.”

Hat Kid giggled a bit. “Okay. And you’re very welcome. See you in a couple hours.”

#My Writing #ahit #A hat in time #snatcher & hat kid #Fluff #sick fic #sort of

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unproduciblesmackdown · 5 years ago

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How did you discover DEH? :)

hilarious story!!!!

no it’s not funny but it’s just an unusual route, probably

like i was vaguely Aware of deh as it was existing (at least around the time the broadway run was happening and stuff)......i wanna say the first Specific time i took note on it was seeing the news about roman banks being the first standby(?) whatever i just will say Alternate Evan of color and i was like well that’s great. one of the reasons i would base the way i draw evan off of roman when i eventually got around to showing up and slapping some art down on the countertop

completely unrelatedly but owl city is one of the only artists i have listened to near-comprehensively. a complete fluke. with other artists i like it’s lucky if i listen to One album in whole. anyways, so he gets asked to do a cover of wtaw, and does, and youtube recommends it to me, and i’m like oh hell yeah this fucks. and i listen to it a million times, spiritually doing the worm, and i Know i’m like okay i Know this song has further context in the show but also at further points in the show. you just Know. so i go ahead and read the wikipedia summary for deh just so i can appreciate the drama right? and it works, obviously, im like oh aha all this falling in a forest stuff, got it. anyways, this is like, july 2017 or something. the summer after the bway run kicked off.

i Remember at that time like, just reading the vague wikipedia synopsis, that jared caught my attention. he wasnt mentioned all that much but i remember the points of “jared is evan’s friend but are they very close? possibly not really, either way evan is not Heartwarmed by their relationship” and that jared was not wildly enthusiastic about evan’s endeavors, and then the second thing was that jared was angry and upset with evan later on for Friendship Reasons. and already that struck me as being the “character who hides their emotions and acts like it’s No Big Deal and they don’t care very much but actually they are deeply emotional and it IS a big deal and they care extremely much” that i’m likely to go ballistic about. the character Fascinated me right off just with that little glimpse of him b/c of those vibes and i always gave a bit of extra focus to him when in the following months i eventually learned a little bit more about a couple other songs. i had enough context to know what was going on in sincerely me already for example, and i think i at least listened to good for you further along the line

i’d revisit the wtaw cover frequently enough, but it wasn’t really until the next summer that i was thinking more about deh overall even though i really didn’t know much. i guess b/c it was just around the anniversary of my Being More Aware Of Deh B/c Of That Wtaw Cover Coming Out In June Or July Or Smthing maybe? idk

and yet still i didn’t like, really get into it get into it for months. for one thing, i was largely offline for that summer, reading a dictionary or lotr instead probably, rip. but i kinda had the sense that it was the sort of thing i would inevitably choose to Look Into in a focused way. like, capital-F Focus, right. and it was!!! i think i started really kind of digging into it more around last halloween. but, already on brand, i wasn’t even starting my investigation by trying to find out more about deh in general. i started off by specifically doing some more research into finding out as much canon info as i could about jared’s character in particular, lmao. and of course i was right and Was p much immediately real into that character and i was like yes. this is the content i want

it also did not take long for me to latch on to the concept of jared being in love with evan. i’m pretty sure it was essentially concurrent, in fact. because it’s obvious thank you

my research of course also meant that i was getting into fan content (jared/kleinsen centric still, obv. i knew what i was about from the start) and behind-the-scenes content before like, making any attempt to consume canon. around this stage of things (late oct? early nov for sure but probably late october through early nov) i was also Aware Of Will Roland pretty quickly. and that one post someone made about how nice he is was like, well if you’re the guy who was jared and you’re also great then obviously, i will probably die for you. i was right about that obviously but it was not as clear in those earliest times as it would become later on in nov / dec, but still, having one person i was definitely Here For in the cast only gave me further reason to check out some behind the scenes type stuff. i distinctly remember seeing the “never have i ever” video in my youtube recommendations and going “well if i watch this i’m probably officially up to my neck in it. i bet i am going to watch it who am i kidding.” and i watched it like a day later and had a great time. and i know this came before me throwing out some fanart for the people. which i know came before my actually finally watching the damn illegal canon. had a great time. just cranked out a fic during the frequent buffering pauses. that’s a fact

aaaand that probably counts as being Officially into it and it all went from there and that’s the story i guess.......we have great times

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kleinmemes · 7 years ago

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More Than A Friend (Jared Kleinman x Fem!Reader)

ok this is my first fic ever yall……… bear with me……….. wrote it right after i watched the DEH bootleg for the first time bc i was in a Jared Mood™ lmao

ok lets do this

Summary: After Evan snapped at him, Jared is left wondering if he was right about what he said - did he really have any friends? He was sure Evan hated him right now, but the thought of (Y/N), who he knew since he was a child, hating him too hurt more than he was willing to admit. That night, in the (Y/L/N)-Kleinman family dinner, he would find out that, for the girl, he really wasn’t a friend - but more than that.

Warnings: Bad writing?? No proof-reading at all?? OOC Jared?? Also swearing.

Words: 1829 (it was supposed to be a short fic, holy shit)

This was the last straw for him. How could Evan do that? Just straight up say that he had no friends other than him to talk to? God, he was so full of it. Jared had many friends. He had… well… (Y/N)? She was his friend… or maybe not. What if she just hung with him because of her family?

The thought hurt him more than expected. What if (Y/N) just wasn’t really his friend? He always assumed they were best pals, but what if she only saw him as the annoying family friend who she is obligated to hang out with just because of her parents? He squeezed his eyes shut. No, it couldn’t be. (Y/N) was a very direct and sincere person, if she hated him she’d say so. But the doubt still lingered in the back of Jared’s head. He couldn’t bear to think that she couldn’t stand him, in reality. The mere thought - or, more accurately, the self-assured fact - that she didn’t return his feelings already hurt him enough, just imagining that not even their friendship was a real thing was… too much. He harshly opened the front door of the Kleinman household.

“Jared, honey!” His mom immediately shouted, poking her head from the kitchen. “You’re early today! Weren’t you staying at Evan’s to do some schoolwork?”

“Yeah, not anymore.” He answered, balling his fists.

“What happened, baby?” Mrs. Kleinman worriedly asked, cleaning her hands on her apron.

“Nothing, mom.” He answered quickly, running for the stairs. “I’m going up to my room, please don’t bother me.”

“Alright, Jared…” his mom answered, with a sad tone to her voice, sensing there was something wrong with the boy. “Just don’t forget today we have family dinner with the (Y/L/N)s!”

“How could I…” he muttered o himself.

Jared entered his room and shut the door behind him. Taking a deep breath and trying to sort out his feelings, he headed towards the bed, throwing himself on it and burying his head in the pillows. Then came the tears. It wasn’t something conscious, that he decided to do in order to better deal with his feelings. The tears just came. Evan was right. Not about him only talking to the kind boy because he had no other friends, no - even though he insisted that Evan was “just a family friend”, his platonic feelings towards him were sincere. Jared always had a hard time with opening up about what he felt - when younger, he was always teased by his male classmates for being too emotional, which ended up in him masking whatever he felt, lying about the true intensity of his feelings to avoid mockery. No, what hit him hard in Evan’s words was the detail: “you have no other friends”. Besides Evan and (Y/N), did he really have any friends? He did talk to Alana sometimes. And Mike from Physics.

“God, I’m so pathetic.” he thought.

Evan was right. Besides the two family friends, he had no one. He was absolutely alone. And now, after this whole fiasco, he didn’t even know if his only two friends were really his friends.

He squeezed his eyes shut yet again, feeling the hot tears spilling all over his face.

———

(Y/N) waited on the porch of the Kleinman household alongside her parents. Family dinner nights were probably the worst thing in the world — or they would be, if it wasn’t for Jared. The thought of the dorky boy made her crack a small smile. God, she truly was developing feelings for him, wasn’t she? Turns out all the “we are going to get married someday!” jokes were not really jokes for the girl anymore. A light blush spread over her cheeks with the thought of getting married to Jared. “Gosh, a bit straightforward, no?” she thought to herself. “It’s not like he even feels the same about you. (Y/N) Kleinman does have a certain appeal to it, though…”

“Oh, welcome, friends!” The front door opened itself suddenly, revealing Mr. Kleinman and shaking (Y/N) out of her thoughts. She didn’t even hear her parents ring the doorbell.

“Come in, come in!” Mrs. Kleinman said, emerging out of the kitchen with a tray of appetizers on hand. “I got us some little snacks to get started!”

“Good, we’ve brought the wine!” her father proudly announced.

“Well, honey, it’s adult drinking time now.” Her mother winked. “Why don’t you go find Jared?”

“Oh, that would be great!” Mrs. Kleinman beamed. “He seemed kind of out of it today. Maybe you could try talking to him, (Y/N/N)? You know how he’s fond of you.”

(Y/N) blushes lightly at these words. “Alright, I’ll try…” she muttered.

“Good, he’s in his room upstairs.” Mr. Kleinman announced.

The girl ran up the stairs with practiced ease, her hair flowing behind her. Standing in front of Jared’s room, she knocked on the door lightly.

“Mom, I thought I told you to leave me alone.” she heard him weakly say, from the other side of the door. Was he… crying?

“It’s (Y/N).” She said, sweetly. “Can I come in?”

Silence. Then, after some time she heard a small, weak “No.”

“Well, fuck off, I’m going in anyway.” She announced, slightly irritated. He never tried to keep her away from him before.

“(Y/N), I swear to God—“ he stopped mid sentence as she swung the door open, sending the wheeled chair he was using to block it across the room. “… Screw the no keys rule.”

The girl smiled slightly.

“C’mon, Jared. You know we can’t take the risk of you locking yourself up in your room and jerking off all day.” She joked.

“I wish I was just jerking off right now.” He said, voice muffled by the pillows he just buried his head in.

(Y/N) closed the door softly, proceeding to sit next to him on bed.

“Your mom said you were out of it today.” She said, stroking the boy’s hair. “What’s up?”

A moment of silence. She continued to run her nimble fingers through her friend’s hair.

“(Y/N), be frank with me” Jared finally said.

“How can I be Frank if I am (Y/N)?” She joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“First of all — fuck off. Second of all, this is serious.” Her smile dropped as he lifted his face off the pillows. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy from crying, his face stained with the salty trail of the tears he shed. “Do you consider me your friend?”

Despite herself, she laughed at the question.

“What kind of worry is that, you nerd?” She giggled.

Jared’s eyes became glassy with newly formed tears.

“I knew it. You find me pathetic.” He whimpered.

“Of course not—“ Her words were interrupted by those coming like a wave from the boy besides her, who now faced her directly, tears streaming freely down his face.

“I’m just… Jared Kleinman. The family friend. The annoying. The huge pain in the ass you’re stuck with. Evan was right, I don’t have any friends. I’m a huge dick to everyone because I can’t manage to put my real feelings out there, I try too hard to be funny, I’m just a huge ass nerd full of delusions who thinks he’s way too cool.”

“Jared, that’s not true at all—“

“And then there’s you. God, there’s you. You and your pretty face, your perfect smile, you social skills, someone who is loved by everyone and doesn’t even have to try hard. You’re way out of my league. I can’t believe I thought I had any chance of even being friends with you.”

“Hold on. Did you just say I’m pretty?” (Y/N) flushed a deep red.

Jared sat there, his mouth agape, registering what he just said. Then he threw his hands up.

“Oh, fuck it. (Y/F/N), I fucking love you. I don’t even know how long ago I started feeling this, I just know I do. Everything you do is perfect and amazing, and your smile is absolutely breathtaking. You’re breathtaking. Your hair. Your eyes. Your body. God, your body. You’re always talking about how ugly and clumsy and weird you are, and all I want to do whenever you say that kind of stuff is grab your face and kiss you. Kiss you so hard, to make you stop saying these things about yourself. And because I love you so much, and want to kiss you all over. God I want to kiss you so badly—“ he didn’t have time to finish his sentence, as her lips came crashing on his.

It wasn’t a pretty kiss. His face was all messed up and wet with tears, and their noses hit each other when she slammed her face on his. But it was perfect for both of them, because at that moment, there was only them. Jared and (Y/N), nothing else mattered.

“You just kissed me.” He bluntly stated, still in shock.

“Damn right I did.” She shyly looked away. “You talked about how much you wanted to kiss me whenever I say stupid stuff about myself to shut me up. I can say the same about you. I love you, Jared. So much. You’re one of the most amazing people I know. I can’t stand to see you thinking you’re not worth it. You mean the world to me. I love you, I love you, I love you. And I don’t want you to doubt that even for a single second.” She teared up.

“(Y/N)…”

“What.”

“Can we kiss again?” He smiled weakly.

She giggled, grabbing his face again. The kiss was less messy this time, more sweet, delicate and full of passion. They pulled away after some seconds and just stayed there, lying on each other’s embrace, eventually peppering light kisses on each other’s tear-stained faces.

“I can’t believe this is actually happening.” He whispered.

“Me neither.”

“I wanted this for so long.”

“Me too.”

“This wasn’t how I imagined it would go at all.”

“Me nei— Hey, you imagined this all happening?”

“Didn’t you?”

“Well… maybe so.”

He pressed another kiss to her lips.

“I don’t want this moment to end, (Y/N).”

“Me neither, Jared.”

As if on cue, his bedroom door swung open, revealing his mom standing on the other side.

“Dinner is on the ta— Oh my.” She laughed heartily at the two teens before her.

Both of them flushed immediately.

“Mom, it’s not—“

“Mrs. Kleinman, we just—“

“It’s ok, children, take your time. We’ll be waiting downstairs.” She closed the bedroom door with a wink.

Jared and (Y/N) looked at each other, embarrassed and red faced.

“Oh my God.” The girl whispered, obviously mortified.

“It could’ve been worse…”

“Oh yeah? How so?”

“She could’ve walked on us having hot, steamy sex.”

“Jared!”

“Yeah, let’s leave that for another day.” He pecked her even redder face. “For now, we have a family dinner to attend.”

HOOOOO BOY. yeah. feedback is appreciated?? and i hope you guys liked it?? also, im taking requests if y’all want to send anything… wink wink

#dear evan hansen #DEH #jared kleinman x reader #jared kleinman #jared kleinman imagine #evan hansen x reader #connor murphy x reader #dear evan hansen imagine #evan hansen imagine #connor murphy imagine #cat tries to write

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kachinnate · 6 years ago

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these are a few of my faaavorite fics ✨

not that anyone asked for my opinion BUT these are a couple of my… fav deh fics of all time!* they’re all linked to ao3 and i think i have all the authors tagged that i know of that has a tumblr so

*i made this list especially for fics that aren’t, like.. as well known as some of the Popular Fandom Fics, partially bc everyone’s already read them and knows how awesome they are and partially bc otherwise this list would be ten pages long hehe,,, also sorry if you’re seeing this twice, i had to repost bc the links were all broken ??

throwing under a readmore bc this is a chunky boy!!!!! keep in mind that these aren’t in any particular order:

in the in-between - chchchchcherrybomb, vinegar-and-glitter (x) [tree bros] – Connor’s turning 27. Evan’s sitting the bar exam. Over and over again. – itsa timeloop au!! i’m not sure if this is a common au or not, but i’ve never read anything else like this before, and ohhhh my god. each chapter is a switch-off from connor’s pov to evan’s pov, and i assume the authors each wrote for one character (?), but oh my god their writing works so well together?? they both have distinct styles and ways of writing but it flows together perfectly,, without spoiling anything, ev and connor’s dynamic in this universe is a lot different to anything else i’ve personally read before, partially because they’re quite a bit older here than in canon (which, while is obviously portrayed, they still are easily recognizable as the characters they are in the musical), and partially because it strays away from the common ‘they’re both misfits/not doing great, but connor is worse for wear and evan has to save him’, which i think is rlly nice.. (also, like, never have i ever considered that evan would want to be a lawyer, but after reading this fic not only am i sold on it but i’m convinced 100% that him being a lawyer could genuinely be fuckin canon) (also also, the evan characterization in this? hands down my favorite out of any fic i’ve ever read tbh) the world building is really incredible too - like, i don’t even want to consider this one a fuckin fic bro because it’s like highkey just this incredible novel?? it also has a completed sequel called it’s always been you (x) that i haven’t finished that takes place after the events of this fic, and so far?? also fucking incredible 15/10 i definitely recommend

lapse - cecropia / @wildflowermonet (x) [tree bros] – “For what it’s worth,” Connor says casually, “I don’t think you should die tonight.” – welcome to another installment of ‘kayla read this and immediately couldn’t think about anything else for a solid consecutive 12 hours’!! evan and connor have really wonderful characterizations in this one too - i’m pretty sure i’ve elaborated on it before but literally my favorite thing is when people actually write evan as more than an anxious kid, and omg this author did that perfectly asfjkdsg - you can see the subtle Growth as he gets more comfortable with connor and jared (and all the other deh characters too bc this fic has a lovely fOUND FAMILY FINISH AT THE END EEE) and it’s just. aaaah. *heart eyes emoji*. it’s set in their senior year, and they form an unsteady friendship and learn to lean on each other and figure out the whole ‘having friends’ thing, midway through evan realizes he’s a-pinin’, it’s just. Great. this fic is relatively new too i think so u def def def should go give it a read and give the author some love!!!!!!!!!!!

to have a friend - demistories / @transanabeth (x) [tree bros] – Pretend to be friends with Connor Murphy, who yells at people and skips class to smoke and pushes people and threw a printer in the second grade, for twenty dollars a week.

Evan closes his hand around the bill and then stuffs it into his pocket.

“I-I’ll do it.” – ok this is one of, if not, the first fic i’ve ever read coming into the fandom, so it of course has a rlly special place in my heart!! it’s a classic ‘fake dating au’, also with switching povs between chapters. connor offers evan 20$ a week to be his fake friend, almost follows through with the events of the musical but doesn’t, finds out about evan’s own attempt, and they just sorta… cope together. it’s a lot of second guessing bc neither of them knows if the other considers the other a friend or not, and ofc when the fake dating part comes in that gets amplified by 10 asdfghj. honestly i think it’s a cooler approach to the fake dating au troupe (the chapter titles are increments of 20$, which honestly is equally cruel as is creative) and is so!! heartwrenching!!! it’s been a while since i’ve read it but i’m pretty sure that i bawled at the twist so >’D

the only thing is that this fic isn’t finished and there isn’t an intention for it to be finished from what i know of(?) - the author included a brief synopsis of the ending to tie loose ends and give a sort of closure to the fic, but that absolutely doesn’t take away from how freaking incredibly written it is and doesn’t mean you shouldn’t give it a read anyway !! i kept up with it while it was a WIP and honestly every time i got the email notification that it updated i dropped everything to fuckin read that shit 😤😤 when i think of deh fics, this is honestly just one of the first that comes to mind for me just bc it was one of the first ones i’ve read, and it just… was so good that i still think about it months after i read the last chapter safkjasf

no comfort in the truth - @nothingunrealistic (x) [kleinsen] – Like everyone in the world, Evan has the last words his soulmate will ever say to him on his skin.

Evan hears a lot of last words during his senior year. – okay if this were an accurate list i’d literally have every drabble soph has ever written down on here but that is entirely beside the point

literally knowing beforehand that this is a kleinsen fic and then reading the summary, u kno this shit is going to be painful ,, honestly this style is one of my fave fic formats (especially when it comes to writing in the canon deh universe) because like ,, it’s simplistic but works really well as a story-telling method?? not everything has to be perfectly strung together and every day doesn’t have to be written out for it to still convey the same like.. impact as a super long fic would, and honestly writing it in like flashes or snippets makes the build up that much more anticipating? bc again when u write within the events of the musical it’s not like u don’t know what’s going to happen,, u can focus less on worldbuilding bc hey, it’s already done for u, and instead write more indepthly about the topic of the soulmate au!! but uhhh REGARDLESS soph is literally the kleinsen matriarch in my eyes, they always write evan and jared w/ Perfect characterization and dynamics and just Ah! this one is angsty, but it has a v nice and hopeful ending, and i *clutches heart* love,,,

nowhere else i’d rather be: nosecoffee / @nose-coffee (x) [tree bros] – A fake dating au where they’re next door neighbours, Evan bakes, and Connor’s already a little in love with Evan anyway – this one is a series - the first fic kinda Establishes stuff and the second one gets into the whole fake dating thing!! they live in apartments next to each other, evan bakes for connor, they go campin with connor’s family, it’s just….. rlly sweet and i love it

also, it contains this hilarious bit that i haven’t been able to forget about despite finding this fic months ago:

do me a favour - can your heart rate rise a little? - nosecoffee / @nose-coffee (x) [treebros]

an au where the hansen family owns an arcade….. honestly what more can i say?? it’s slowburn and treebros and i p much love everything that nosecoffee has written ever so this is no exception obviously

jared and connor vs. the mortifying ordeal of being known - caswell @techconsigliere , puglebug @puglebug (x) [kleinphy] – Jared is admitted to group therapy following the divorce of his mother from his asshole father. What he doesn’t anticipate is that Connor would be there, too. – THE KLEINPHY CONTENT WE ALL DESERVE BEING PROVIDED TO US BY CJ AND EZRA!!! it’s a one-shot with just enough slowburn to keep you 👀 , jared is working through some stuff and after some fumbling connor is w/ him to help him thru it, the end of this fic has my heart aching the entire way through every time i read it and it’s just… *chefs kiss* (i even drew some fanart for it if you’re ever so inclined)

forever going with the flow, but you’re friction - lizzy_stardust_18 @delightfullyanachronistic (x) [band trees] – Zoe knew that of all of the things that her mother had expected from the evening, Evan Hansen showing up at her door with his arms full of her drunken daughter was not one of them. – big bet i wasn’t getting through this list without including fiona’s fics, are u crazy??? BUT this one is set a year (?) after the events of canon, zoe’s at a party and evan finds her, and they talk about stuff n’ things - there’s also a sweet moment in there between zoe and cynthia (in which cynthia is Rightfully Skeptical of evan) which is v wholesome and Refreshing because honestly the murphy parents never get written in a good light and fiona does it ~ perfectly ~. lotsa metaphors. evan and zoe are big dorks. evan is a taylor swift stan. what isn’t there to love

i can’t call you a stranger, but i can’t call you up - lizzy_stardust_18 - @delightfullyanachronistic (x) [kleinsen] – Jared fiddled his thumbs. He wished more than anything that he could move to a different seat, but causing a scene at Heidi Hansen’s wedding reception wasn’t exactly high on his to-do list. Besides, he was an adult. He had a job. He ate ramen only three times a week. He could handle a simple social interaction like a real human being. He was lucky that no one else had found their seats at his table yet. It gave him time to gather his wits about him. He drummed his fingers on the table nervously. – jared and evan are forced to talk after the events of canon via sitting next to each other at heidi’s wedding. they argue a bunch bc jared is still rightfully hurt, they discuss TCP and jared’s treatment of evan over the past couple years, they fight it out and then we learn some jared backstory and then there are tears and it ends on a fluffy + hopeful note!! good shit !!!!

#dear evan hansen #deh #tree bros #treebros #kleinsen #kleinphy #band trees #bandtrees #convan #conman #evan hansen #jared kleinman #zoe murphy #connor murphy #fic recs #long post #longpost #sorry if u get a notif for this twice i'm a Stupid Boy

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irrekko · 7 years ago

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Winter Weather

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An unexpected snowstorm leads to a impromptu sleepover, complete with blanket forts, pancakes, and morning snowball fights!

DEH Fic

Treebros and Galaxy Girls

(but its not focused on ships. just hella cute and fluffy and everyone is HAPPY)

"I'd rather you guys not drive in this." Evan told them, staring out of the window at the snow falling down. A good 4 inches had already accumulated on the ground, and the streets had yet to be plowed. Snow, night-time, and inexperienced drivers can only lead to bad things. They had lost track of time. Evan had invited the "squad", as Jared dubbed them, over for a movie marathon. They had a few days left before winter break ended, and they went back to being busy with school work. Everyone had driven over, expect for Zoe who rode with Connor. At 5pm, when they started their marathon, there was no sign of snow. Of course now, 6 hours later, the snow had arrived full force.

"I agree. I don't feel comfortable driving in these conditions." Alana said, already pulling out her phone to call her parents. Zoe did the same, knowing Connor wouldn't bother telling theirs.

“What are we supposed to do? Sleep on your floor?" Jared asked, an eyebrow raised. He'd slept on Evan's living room floor before, and it is not comfortable. Evan paused to think. Forcing everyone to sleep on his floor wasn't a great idea. He doubted anyone would want to come over again if he did that. Then he remembered he had an old air mattress.

"Well," He began. "I have an air mattress in the closet. We could put the couch cushions on the floor, and, um, some blankets, I guess?" Evan frowned. That probably wouldn't be very comfortable.

"That could work." Connor said. Alana nodded in agreement. Zoe's eyes suddenly lit up, and she gasped.

"We could make a super, cool blanket fort!" She beamed. Jared looked just as excited as her.

"Hell yeah!" He shouted.

Connor shook their head at the two of them. "Or we could not act like children." Zoe stuck her tongue out at him. He rolled his eyes.

"You're no fun, Connor." Jared told him. "You won't be allowed into the fort."

"Tragic." Connor replied sarcastically. Deciding that this would be the best idea, Evan left to get the air mattress out of the closet. He pulled the mattress out of the box and hoped it didn't have any holes in it. He also grabbed the pump.

"Jared, can you fill it up, please?" Evan asked, dumping the folded-up mattress and pump onto the living room floor. Evan motioned for Connor to follow him before leaving again.

"Making your guests do all the work. Damn, Ev." He heard Jared complain. Connor followed Evan to his bedroom.

"I would've been fine driving home, ya know." Connor said. Evan turned to him and shook his head.

"Better safe than sorry, right? Here, help me bring these blankets out." Evan retrieved two quilts from his closet and handed them to Connor. He then grabbed this pillows and blankets off his own bed.

"So caring." Connor mused, pressing a kiss to Evan's forehead. The shorter teen's cheeks tinted pink. They carried the bedding out into the living room, where Jared had set up the mattress. Alana moved the cushions off on the couch and onto the floor, adding another few feet to the mattress. Zoe was dragging chairs from the kitchen into the living room. "

Zoe, are you serious?" Connor questioned, watching his sister set the chairs up.

"Dead serious, Connor."

The five of them began setting up their bed for the night. Evan ended up having to get extra pillows from his mom's room. She wouldn't be using them, since she was working a night shift. He texted her, explaining the situation so that she wouldn't be confused when she came home in the morning. Zoe had draped a few sheets over the chairs and over the tv. They couldn't stand inside the fort, but it was roomy enough to sit up. She proclaimed herself the queen of blanket forts. "

You aren't even using blankets as the roof, though." Connor pointed out. She ignored him.

"So, how are we supposed to sleep?" Alana asked. Everyone exchanged looks.

"I don't care, as long as I'm not next to Jared." Connor said. Jared frowned.

"What's wrong with sleeping next to me?" He questioned. Connor chose not to answer him.

"Uh, I guess Alana, Zoe, Connor, Me, then Jared would work?" Evan said, not really sure. No one disagreed.

"Aw, Ev, you wanna sleep next to me. I'm flattered." Jared teased. He watched as Evan blushed, and Connor got a murderous look in his eyes. Jared laughed, but decided not to push it because he was scared of what Connor would do to him. It was midnight by now, and everyone was getting tired. They started getting ready to sleep. Connor crawled into the fort, grumbling as his did so.

"If you don't like it, you can sleep somewhere else." Zoe told him. He stopped complaining after that. Evan made sure the front door was locked and turned off all the lights. He crawled in next to Connor and Jared. Connor immediately pulled him close. Evan's face burned, but it was unable to be seen in the darkness. Alana and Zoe were snuggled together. Zoe and Connor had their backs turned to each other. Evan was pressed comfortably into Connor's chest. Jared laid on his back, one of his arms already thrown over Evan. Maybe this won't be so bad, Evan thought. He allowed sleep to take him, feeling content around all his friends.

Connor woke up to the sound of the front door opening. He was a super light sleeper, and had already woken up three times during the night at random noises. He watched from under the fort as Heidi entered her house. She took a look at the fort that covered her living room and smiled. Connor listened as she entered the kitchen. He untangled himself from Evan and made his way to the kitchen.

"Good morning, Connor. Sorry if I woke you up." Heidi greeted, used to Connor appearing in her kitchen in the morning. Evan was a late sleeper, and when Connor stayed over, they often drank coffee together in the kitchen.

"You're fine. How was work?" He asked, moving to put the coffee on.

"Tiring." She answered. She was leaning against the counter, since all the kitchen chairs were missing."I was surprised when Evan told me that everyone was staying over. He made the right choice in not letting you guys drive home. We had 3 teens come into the ER last night due to their car swerving off the rode. Thankfully they we all ok."

"Yeah, he didn't look like he would take no for an answer." Heidi smiled. "I'm so happy for him. Before school started, his only friend was Jared." Connor frowned slightly. That wasn't the truth. He chose not to say anything. It wasn't his place to. "Now he has all of you. His anxiety has gotten so much better. He doesn't stutter around you guys. He seems so happy."

"We're all glad we have him, too." Connor replied. He poured himself and Heidi cups of coffee, black.

"By the way, what's up with the chairs and sheets?" She asked, taking a sip. Connor rolled his eyes.

"Zoe's idea."

"It's cute." They fell into a comfortable silence as they drank their coffee. Eventually, Jared wandered into the kitchen. His glasses were missing from his face, and his hair was sticking up awkwardly.

"Good morning, Jared. Would you like some coffee?" Heidi greeted. Jared shook his head.

"You know I don't drink that gross crap." Jared answered, sticking his tongue out in mock disgust.

Heidi laughed. "Your loss." Connor remained quiet throughout the exchange. It was odd, seeing how comfortable they were together. Then he remember Jared had known Heidi almost all his life. She was like an aunt to him.

"Did you guys buy more pancake mix since last time I was here?" He asked, refiling through the kitchen cabinets.

"Above the stove." She told him. Jared frowned, looking up at the cabinet that he was way to short to reach. He looked like a kicked puppy. Connor sighed. He stood up and retrieved the box of pancake mix for Jared. The shorter teen smiled.

"I guess you're good for something." Heidi finished her coffee, but she was still tired. She yawned and put her empty cup in the sink.

"I'm going to head to bed." She told them, leaving the kitchen. Connor continued to sip his coffee.

"Does that say 2 or 3?" Jared mumbled to himself. Connor looked over at the other teen. Jared's eyes were squinted as he tried to read the box of pancake mix. Connor watched him struggle for a few more seconds before taking the box from his hands.

"1/3 cup of water for every one 1/2 cup of mix." Connor told him, handing the box back to him.

"Thanks."

"Why aren't you wearing your glasses?" Connor decided to ask.

"Oh, I dunno where they are. I think Evan moved them somewhere. I had them on the floor next to me, but they aren't there anymore." Jared answered nonchalantly, as if him being nearly blind didn't matter.

"Should you be cooking without being able to see?"

"Yeah, i'll be fine." Jared told him. He moved around the kitchen effortlessly to collect a bowl, measuring cup, and a pan. He started mixing the ingredients together. Connor watched silently for a few minutes.

"Do you need any help?" He found himself asking. Jared turned to him, slightly shocked.

"Oh, um, sure. Can you grab the chocolate chips and blueberries from the fridge?" He asked. Connor nodded and retrieved the food from the fridge. Jared poured some mix into the already preheated and buttered pan. He added the chocolate chips to it.

"Can you grab the spatula out of the drawer next to the sink?" Jared asked. Connor handed the spatula to Jared. A few moments later, Jared flipped the pancake, and it looked oddly perfect.

"I didn't think you'd be good at cooking." Connor told him.

Jared laughed. "I'm shit at cooking. Pancakes are easy to make. Plus, I've been making them for Evan for years. Gotta lot of practice, ya know?"

"What do you mean?" Connor asked.

"Evan never told you? It's just like a thing I do. Evan always sleeps later than me, so I end up making breakfast for us whenever we have a sleepover. But I can only make pancakes. You want eggs or bacon, you're out of luck." Evan never told him that. Maybe Jared and Evan were closer than Connor thought. Connor watched as Jared continued to make stacks of blueberry and chocolate chip pancakes. By the time he was done, it was already past 8 AM. Connor took it upon himself to wash the dishes.

"Thanks for helping me. You didn't have to do that." Jared told him.

Connor shrugged. "It's no big deal."

"You're good for Evan, ya know? I had my doubts at first. But, he's happy with you. Happier than he's been in years." Jared said. Connor was caught off guard by Jared's statement. He never expected Jared of all people to say that to him. He smiled slightly. Jared wasn't as bad as he originally thought. Who knew being snowed in would lead to that discovery.

"Thanks." They fell into an awkward silence after that. Jared grabbed on of the blueberry pancakes and ate it. Connor finished his slightly-cold coffee.

"We should wake them up." Jared suggested. Connor knew that Zoe and Alana were probably awake by now. They liked to stay in bed for a while whenever Alana stayed over their house. Evan, on the other hand, was more than likely sleeping still. The two walked into the living room. Connor was surprised that the fort had lasted all night. Maybe Zoe was the queen of blanket/sheet forts. Underneath the sheet, Connor was right. Zoe was cuddled into Alana, both of them looking at Zoe's cellphone as she browsed Instagram. Evan was curled into a ball and still asleep.

"Get up. Jared made food." Connor told the girls.

"Good. I'm starving." Zoe said. She rolled away from Alana and crawled out of the fort. Alana followed her. Connor looked over at Jared, who was trying to wake up Evan. Connor smiled fondly as he watched his boyfriend pull the blanket over his head. "

"Ev, you gotta wake up." Connor told him. Evan groaned and rolled over, but made not move to actually get up.

"Fine, but don't complain when all the pancakes are gone." Jared said. That got Evan up. Both Connor and Jared chuckled. Connor helped his boyfriend up, kissing him on the cheek.

"Morning, Evan."

"Good morning." Evan mumbled. He didn't like talking when he first got up.

"By the way, Ev. Where are my glasses?" Jared asked. Evan walked over to the TV stand, picked up Jared's glasses, and handed them to the other teen. Jared thanked him. The three boys went into the kitchen, where Zoe was rifling through the cabinets. "

Where do you keep your plates?" She asked.

"Cabinet next to the one above the sink." Jared answered her. Zoe got a stack of plates down. Alana left to go get the chairs for the kitchen table. Connor helped her.

"Wow, these taste great, Jared!" Alana said, taking a bite of a blueberry pancake.

"Did you not expect them to taste good?" Jared questioned, laughing slightly. Zoe nodded.

"I had no hope in these pancakes. I'm sorry." She said. They ate their breakfast and chatted about their sleep. For what it was, their make-shift bed wasn't terrible. Evan was glad it didn't deflate in the middle of the night.

"I think Jared kicked me in the back." Evan said, rubbing his spine.

"My bad, dude. In my defense, I was dreaming that I was a ninja."

"Do ninjas kick people?" Zoe asked.

"Ninja Jared does."

Everyone laughed. After breakfast was finished, everyone helped Evan clean up the living room.

"The plow trucks cleared most of the street. You guys don't have to stay here anymore." Evan told everyone.

"Kicking us out already?" Jared joked.

Evan flushed. "Nonono, it's not that!" He assured.

"Relax, Ev. I was just messing with you."

"Yeah, I'll probably go home now. I want to take a shower. Thanks for having me over, Evan!" Zoe said. She turned to Connor. "Are you staying?"

"I'll go home before Mom has a fit." He answered. Connor kissed Evan. "I'll text you when I'm home, ok?" Evan smiled and nodded.

"My parents will be worried if I don't go home, too. Thank you so much for allowing me to stay the night." Alana told him.

"What about you, Jared?" Evan asked. Jared shrugged.

"I don't have anything to do today. Can't get rid of me that easily."

"He's like a disease." Connor teased. Connor, Zoe, and Alana put on their coats, gloves, and shoes. Evan also put on this cold-weather clothes to walk them out. Jared put on his sneakers to wave goodbye from outside. Evan turned to go back into the house when he heard Zoe scream. He quickly turned around. Zoe had snow in her hair, and Connor was laughing.

"You dick!" She shouted, scooping up snow off of Connor's truck and throwing it at him, hard. He managed to dodge it, and the snow ball hit Alana in the chest. "Oh, babe! I'm so sorry! That was meant for Connor."

Alana said nothing, taking a handful of snow off of her own Beetle and tossing it at Zoe. The snowball hit her in the shoulder. Evan felt a clump of snow hit his back. Jared laughed, before running back into Evan's house. He returned moments later with his own coat and gloves. When he returned, he is pelted with four snowballs. Connor managed to hit his face. Now, it's on. A full-on snowball fight takes place in Evan's yard. Everyone for themselves. Evan hit Alana on her side. Alana retaliated with a snowball to Evan's stomach. Zoe hit both Connor and Jared in the chest. Connor and Jared made a truce and both hit Zoe. They're all laughing and having fun. Connor, Zoe, and Alana took cover behind the cars. Evan and Jared were out in the open. Evan took his chance to hide behind Jared and use him as a shield. It worked, for the most part. Jared was hit by three snowballs. He ended up falling down and pulling Evan down in the snow with him. They laughed as they were continuously hit with snowballs.

It winded down eventually. Everyone was tired and cold. Evan's older neighbor gave them a dirty look as he shoveled, almost hit by a rogue snowball. Evan didn't care. He never really liked him. Everyone's faces were tinted red. Whether that was from the cold or over exertion, no one is sure. They all said their final goodbyes. Connor and Alana drove off. Evan and Jared return into the house.

"That didn't go as bad as I thought it would. Good job." Jared said once they're warmed up. He had a cup of hot chocolate in his hands, extra mini-marshmallows.

"Thanks, I think?" Evan replied, sipping his own hot chocolate.

"I mean it. I was ready for a Murphy screaming match. I was prepared to lock Connor in the bathroom if it happened."

Evan shook his head. "I wish you two would be nicer to each other."

"You don't need to worry about that, Ev. We had some nice bonding time earlier this morning. He helped me with breakfast." Jared told him. Evan smiled. Both Jared's and Evan's cellphones buzzed at the same time, meaning someone had texted in the group chat. It was Zoe, and she suggested they do group sleepovers like that more often. Alana texted her agreement.

Evan was looking forward to spending more time with his friends.

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