#danny is the mom from that song and i fully support him

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Danny at the tender age of 23, has had a bad month. He had just lost his job as an interpreter with his company due to rejecting the advances of one of the older female bosses and his landlord was trying to screw him over on rent.

It honestly surprised him when he woke up one day with his wrists bound in front of him and trapped in a tube. He had been out of the hero game since the portals closed up years ago and Vlad lost his powers, so it had been a while since the whole "kidnapping" thing had happened to him.

He looked out through the glass of the tube as he turned intangible to let the IV needles fall out of his arms. There luckly wasn't any glowing green goo in the tube with him, but he doubts it will stay that way long as the scientists outside his containment chatted happily about "the discovery of the decade!" Ick.

He waits till they're gone before turning intangible slipping out of his tube and heading straight for the computer. He knew how to hack, but he was low on time and needed to know exactly what was going on, so some ghostly meddling with electronics were necessary. Sorry Tuck.

It was at this moment he found out several things.

1. Danny had apparently been here for several months instead of the few days he had initially assumed

2. He was found somewhere in his own thermos, asleep. Luckily they haven't been able to replicate any technology from it.

3. Superheros were a very real thing now. How long had he been asleep?

4. He had been cloned. Again. But this time he had someone else's DNA mixed in with the clones to make them more stable and intelligent. Some guy named Red Robin. Huh. Was that his real name or...?

Danny took a deep breath before locating his new clone kids. Ellie would be thrilled...if she was still around that is. He could think about that later, right now he had to grab his babies-and oh ancients- they were babies! The oldest of the three looked four years old at most and the youngest looked only a few hours. He was still all pink and alien looking.

Luckily his children didn't fight him when he picked them up and flew through the walls with them. He made a mental note to teach them stranger danger when he came across a large red button.

You won't believe what it was labeled as. Yep. A self destruct button. How cliché. Whatever. He pushed it and sirens immediately started to go off and he continued flying them through walls before exited into a dark gothic city he knew Sam would immediately love.

Somehow he managed to immediately land a job as a linguist for Wayne tech. Probably thanks to the three small kids he had and the panicked look on his face. Bruce was a really chill dude.

Batman however, was a prick. He met the guy weeks after his run in with Bruce and he kept popping up after he found out the clone babies were partially from one of his birds and trying to take custody away from him or convince him to give them up. Danny retaliated by spreading the rumor/truth that his kids where Red Robins from creepy cloning scientists that kidnapped him before immediately moving out of Gotham and into Fawcett City to work for a competitors company. This way Red couldn't legally go after him for custody without revealing his identity :)

This is how Red Robin, at the tender age of 25, learned he had kids with a man named Daniel Nightengale. Not only that, Bruce knew about them and didn't tell him.

Danny made it clear that if any of the Gotham Rouges tried to follow him and harm his kids they would come back missing a hand. Joker found out the hard way that he wasn't bluffing.

Shazams old guy mentor almost has an aneurysm when he senses the freaking GHOST KING living in Fawcett. Danny is also much more powerful then ever before and accidentally made the power go out in half the city when he got truly angry with Batman.

#fanfiction prompts #prompts #danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #time drake #red robin #poor tim #the nightengale idea wasnt mine #but i love it and believe it should be the fentons go to for identity problems #tim wants to meet his kids #danny is superdad #ever listened to Mr. mom? #danny is the mom from that song and i fully support him #the batfam all lose thier minds #shazam doesnt know what to think of danny #danny is worlds best dad #long post

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Cherry Bomb // a Steve Harrington Love Story

Danny Henderson, looks like a punk, can be found at any underage disco. Snorts when she laughs, mom doesn't know she sneaks out, loves her little brother and will defend him with her life, when the song tarzan boy comes out in April of 85' it will become her favorite song, but don't tell anyone. "You look like you just rolled out of bed" "I did" Has a bad habit of smoking that she tries to keep secret from Dustin, but ultimately fails. Is a "cool girl" but also gets her face smashed into a locker, don't worry the smasher will have their head down a flushing toilet by next period. Get's straight A's, and is a star softball player. Oh, and is hopelessly, desperately, disgustingly, head over heels in love with Steve Harrington.

Moments in time and space usually between Danielle "Danny" Henderson and Steve Harrington

originally posted here

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!OC

Warnings: smut (eventual), sexual tension, lots of swearing, some stereotypical rude 80s teens, typical stranger things blood/gore, sloooooow buuurrrrnnn, i don't proofread

Minors Do Not Interact!

A slow work in progress, thank you for your support and patience. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated.

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five

Chapter Six Below // word count 2,625

Chapter Six: Garbage Advice

Sunday, November 4th, 1984

Steve was up long before Danny, but not able to do much, and in poor taste found himself going through Danny’s drawing notebooks. There were more sketches of himself inside, Steve kept his eyes on Danny to make sure she was awake to see him prying. Steve carefully flipped through the pictures, wondering why there were so many of him, his hand stopped on one, but very quickly realized it wasn’t him, it was Eddie Munson . It was Eddie lounging on Danny’s bed, shirt lifted, one hand pulling at the waistband of his jeans, and a joint in between his fingers. Jesus, Steve thought, a surge of confused jealousy coursing through him in a brief moment of weakness. Steve got that image stuck in his head again. He screwed his eyes shut, trying to force the thought of them out. He slapped the book shut, pushing it back onto the shelf, probably in the wrong spot. He wiped his sweaty palm against his jeans, and back through his hair. Steve resisted the urge to pull out the obvious diary laying on top of a row of books, blue and battered, he really, really, really, wanted to read it, but that wouldn’t be fair to his friend. 

With a plan in motion now the Henderson siblings slowly awoke along with an already fully awake Steve Harrington and prepared themselves for the trap. 

Danny went ahead of Steve and Dustin to start clearing the way through the junkyard while they dropped the meat to lure in the baby demogorgon - something that they insisted they should do because “it was more dangerous” - which didn’t make much sense as it left Danny alone, but she didn’t mind the solitude. And stressing over the upside down and its monsters did take Danny’s mind off of Steve, momentarily. But Danny did hope Dustin wasn’t making a complete idiot out of her.

“So, what’s up with your sister?” Steve asked awkwardly, throwing a chunk of meat to the ground. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dustin retorted. Steve had just gotten done giving Dustin some of the worst advice ever, Danny was going to most definitely chew him out about it later when she found out. “Should I warn Danny that you’re going to start ignoring her and acting like you don’t care?” Dustin teased. 

“What?” Steve exclaimed, making a weak psh noise, “No, not at all. It’s not like that,” he defended quickly. 

“Right,” Dustin rolled his eyes. 

“I just mean, um, like her and Eddie?” Steve only lied a little. 

“Eddie Munson? I barely know the guy,” Dustin explained. 

“Yeah, but like they dated right?” Steve continued anyway. 

“Yeah for a bit, last I heard they're just friends now,” Dustin shrugged, not really getting why this was the topic of their discussion. 

“Yeah-yeah they are,” Steve confirmed, but not entirely believing himself, even though he should, as Danny had reassured him. 

“Okay so-” 

“Did he, like, come over a lot?” Steve quickly interrupted Dustin.

“Dude!” Dustin exclaimed, flapping his arms in the air. “What does my sister's dating life have to do with anything?” Dustin stopped walking. “In case you forgot we’ve got a bit of a code red here! We need to focus on the task at hand,” Dustin replied like it was common sense. 

“Okay, jeez man, just trying to make small talk,” Steve lied as they continued walking. He did want to know more about Eddie and Danny, but didn’t even know why he cared so much to be honest. 

“No you’re not,” Dustin retorted. “You just wanna get in my sister's pants.” 

“Gross dude,” Steve grimaced. 

“Well it’s true. And by the way she would beat you up if she knew what we were talking about right now,” Dustin stated. Steve stayed quiet, knowing how true that was. Dustin sighed. “Be nice to her alright?” 

“What?” 

“She’s cool, cooler than you, don’t try to charm her or anything okay?” Dustin explained and paused. “Plus I don’t want to have to hear about it. She already doesn’t shut up about you, it would be torture if you did something she didn’t like,” Dustin finished.

“What?” Steve asked again, this time with a faint smile. 

“Shit,” Dustin cursed. “Forget I said that. I mean that Steve, not a word to Danny, got it?” He pointed at Steve. Steve held his hands up in defense. 

“Not a word,” he smiled, knowing he was going to immediately use this on Danny. 

Danny waited impatiently for Dustin and Steve to show up and was relieved when they finally did. She almost started to think Dart had gotten them. Danny had been sitting on an old car, her leg bouncing, staring at where they would appear. And as soon as the familiar curly hair and floppy hat appeared she quickly made her way to the duo. Pulling her little brother into a tight hug. “You guys took too long,” she mumbled, still holding tightly to Dustin.

Steve took a long look at the junkyard, having donned his sunglasses. “Oh yeah, this’ll do,” he turned to Dustin. “Nice call man,” making Dustin smile. After dumping out the rest of the meat Lucas showed up, with the girl Steve and Danny could only assume was Dustin’s new crush, Max. After a tedious amount of time setting up traps, moving around junk, and dumping gasoline around Danny was starting to like Max. She was sarcastic and Danny liked that. She could see why Dustin liked her so much. 

The sun had set and Danny sat next to Steve in the crowded bus. He sat silently, flicking his zippo open and shut, open and shut, waiting. 

“So, you really fought one of these things before?” Max asked from the corner, arms crossed. Steve nodded. “And you’re like, totally, 100% sure it wasn’t a bear?” She continued. 

“Shit. Don’t be an idiot. Okay? It wasn’t a bear,” chirped Dustin. 

Danny whipped her head towards her little brother, glaring at him. “Dustin,” she warned.

“Why are you even here if you don’t believe us? Just go home,” Dustin shrugged, this dick Danny thought. 

“Jeez, someones cranky,” Max stood, placing her hands on the latter. “Past your bedtime?” She asked before climbing to the roof. Danny watched Steve let out a small chuckle at the comment and then turn to Dustin. 

“That’s good, just show her you don’t care,” Steve praised, almost forgetting who was sitting next to him. 

“What?” Danny gritted her teeth. 

“I don’t,” responded Dustin. “Why are you winking Steve? Stop.” 

“I’m sorry, what the hell did you just tell him?” Danny turned her body towards Steve.

“What?” Steve responded with confusion. “Oh, well,” he coughed. “I had given Dustin some advice earlier, ya know, with the ladies,” Steve smirked, eyeing Dustin for a second. For a moment there was a glint in his eyes, like the old Steve was back for a brief moment. Danny didn’t like the looks of it, not just for her own sake, but for every girls in Hawkins. Danny propped herself onto her knees, faced Steve, placed a hand on the makeshift wall behind him and got intimidatingly close. Her finger pointed at his face. Her hair fell forwards blocking Dustin for the angry expression on her face. They were so close Dustin thought for a second they had kissed. 

“You listen to me Harrington,” she shook her finger at him, his eyes glued to hers, cheeks turning red. “You don’t give girl advice to my little brother,” she poked his chest. “Not when the advice is garbage,” she poked again. “Ya got that?” She was fuming, Steve kinda knew she was going to be and had secretly been looking forward to her finding out, for some odd reason, he didn’t know why.

Unknowingly, Steve quickly licked his bottom lip and gulped. He found his jaw clenched and stole a glance at her lips. A choked, “Mhm,” was all he could manage. 

“Good,” Danny plopped back down to where she had originally been, this time a little closer to Steve. Dustin was shocked that they weren’t making out after that incident. She had crossed her arms and turned to Dustin, “Dustin, just be yourself and don’t worry about it too much, any girl would be lucky to have you,” she spoke not too loudly to avoid being overheard by Max and Lucas. Steve went back to flicking his zippo lighter, he looked down at his side at Danny, hoping she wouldn’t notice. He made note of the cute shirt she had on underneath her bulky jacket she hardly took off. It was a small blue blouse, a button up, with white flowers, it was snug on her and cropped. But it made him think about the shirts she usually wore. Old band t-shirts with holes scattered across them, he remembered over the summer, on a particularly hot day, she had worn this tiny yellow thick t-shirt, with one of those tiny v-cuts in the center. Stitched across her chest in white was a smiley face. Steve could see the way her chest had flushed against the top, Jesus stop thinking about that man, there's one of those things out there. 

And as if on cue, there came a shriek from outside the bus. The crew found Dart almost straight ahead, slowly moving in. “He’s not taking the bait, why’s he not taking the bait?” Steve questioned quietly.

“Maybe he’s not hungry,” Dustin suggested. 

“Maybe he’s sick of cow,” Steve tilted his head in realization, he stood, Dustin and Danny stared at him. 

“Steve? Steve, what are you doing?” Dustin asked. 

“Stop that, come back here,” Danny demanded. 

“Just get ready,” Steve turned, tossing his lighter at Danny. 

“Goddamit Steve,” Danny groaned as he slowly opened the bus door. Danny and Dustin quickly made their way to the window to watch what was about to go down. They could hear his faint whistle. He swung the bat a few times. God, did Danny hate Steve right now. She hated that in this tense, terrifying situation, watching Steve Harrington hunched, swinging his nail bat around was really doing her in. She hated that he still managed to look hot at this moment.

Max came down to stare through the window with the Hendersons. As Steve got closer and closer she commented, “He’s insane.” 

“He’s awesome,” Dustin smiled. Danny couldn’t help but smile too. 

“Steve watch out!” Lucas shouted from above. Danny’s eyes averted towards the new problems. More of the demodogs closing in on him. Danny and Dustin ran towards the door, Dustin prying it open. 

“Steve! Abort! Abort!” Dustin shouted. Danny shoved past Dustin grabbing a two by four and running out towards Steve. “Danny!” Dustin’s voice cracked. 

“Steve!” Danny shouted as Steve hopped over the hood of a car to avoid one, just as another was coming at him from the other side. 

“Danny, get back on the bus!” Steve demanded. 

“No!” She exclaimed. Danny gave one of the demodogs a hard swing across the face that was going for Steve. Just as Steve was about to grab Danny and run, another one came from behind and clawed at her chest. Steve quickly whacked it away with the bat. Danny cried out clutching her chest. Steve grabbed Danny and pushed her towards the bus entrance, Dustin, Lucas, and Max all screaming at them to hurry up. Steve practically threw Danny into the bus and landed on top of her, kicking at the door and pushing a scrap piece of metal to keep it from opening. The others moved to the back of the bus as another one crawled across the roof, screeching at them through the emergency exit. After a few terrifying moments it seemed to get distracted, like something was calling it, or summoning it to leave, the junkyard grew eerily quiet. 

Steve looked back at Danny, laying on the floor, clutching her chest. “Shit,” he swore quietly, crawling towards her. Danny lifted her hand, wet, warm blood coated her fingers, seeping through her shirt, the sight made her cry out again. “Shit, shit, shit,” Steve hunched over her, not sure what to do, his hands ghosting over her. She smacked her head back into the seat in pain. Dustin stood over them, Max and Lucas behind him, watching, also clueless. “Uh, uh, back pack, towels, shirts, something,” Steve snapped at Dustin, who remained motionless. Max quickly whipped around digging into her own bag for something. She pulled out a sweatshirt and tossed it at Steve, and dived into Lucas’ bag knowing he must have something like medicine. Steve placed the sweatshirt down on her lap. His fingers hovered over the collar of her shirt and in one swift movement, ripped it open, the tings of the buttons flying across the bus.

“Steve!” Both Dustin and Danny shouted, Danny lifting her head momentarily and back down. Steve could barely see through the blood, but what he assumed was once a white lace bra was now a deep shade of red. The gash cut across the top of her right breast, and into the space in between. 

“Dude, that’s my sister,” Dustin exclaimed. 

“Shut up alright! I gotta stop the bleeding!” Steve shouted back, shaking his head. He pushed the sweatshirt onto the wound, making Danny yelp, his own hands getting dirty with her blood. 

“Here, here,” Max came up with a bottle of water and a pack of large bandages. 

“Oh god that’s a lot of blood,” Lucas sounded faint.

“Shut up!” Max whipped around. Lucas and Dustin turned around, unable to look. Max stepped back, letting Steve do whatever it was he was doing. 

Tears streamed down Danny’s face, quietly sobbing, wincing. “I know, I know,” Steve softly reassured. “It’ll be okay,” it sounded like Steve was biting back tears. He continued to push onto the gash. He noticed the dwindling amount of blood. “There, see, it’s okay,” he smiled at Danny. He gently lifted the sweatshirt, the blood had stopped, but it still didn’t look great. “Well,” he sniffled. “Here we are again,” Steve chuckled. 

“You asshole,” Danny gritted. 

“Yeah yeah, you too,” Steve’s shaky hands uncapped the water, pouring some onto a clean part of the sweatshirt. He patted at her chest, one large hand gripping at her torso to keep her still. Her skin burned against his own, flushed and sweaty, her breathing finally slowing under his touch. When it was mostly clean he wiped his hands and opened a few of the bandages. He tried to ignore the soft, squishy, feeling of her breasts under his fingers, he took a deep breath as he smoothed over the bandages. “Okay, how do you feel?” Steve asked. Danny noticed the feeling over his legs squished between her own, one hand still gripping just under her bra.

“I think I’ll live,” she spoke softly, strained from the pain. 

Steve pushed his other hand into her hair, cupping at her ear and jaw, he shook her head gently. “Why did you do that?” 

“Couldn’t let you have all the fun Harrington,” she tried to laugh, but coughed instead. 

Steve sighed. “Can you stand?” He asked gently. 

“I think so,” she nodded, holding her hands out for help. Steve helped her slowly stand, she had almost fully stood before Dustin had wrapped his arms around her. 

“Don’t do that again,” he mumbled through tears. 

���You got it tiger,” Danny rustled his hair, Dustin stepped back. For the first time she felt the cold air hit her stomach, she glared at Steve. 

“What?” 

“You broke my buttons,” she spoke in a whisper, a faint smile playing at her lips. 

Steve’s eyes widened, “Shit, sorry.” 

#i.a.m #stanger things #steve harrington #joe kerry #henderson!oc #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #dustin henderson #steve harrington x henderson!oc

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Dear Evan Hansen

You may have seen some ~online discourse~ about the film Dear Evan Hansen, an adaptation of the 2016 Broadway musical, and you might have wondered what all the hubbub is about. I mean, it’s a feel good story about a senior in high school, Evan Hansen (Ben Platt), who has some pretty severe anxiety and depression. While trying to fulfill an assignment from his therapist to write a letter to himself, his letter gets picked up by another student, Connor (Colton Ryan) - and later that day, Connor kills himself. Connor’s grieving parents and sister Zoe (Amy Adams, Danny Pino, and Kaitlyn Dever) are desperate to learn more from the boy they think was Connor’s best friend - after all, Connor’s suicide note was a letter addressed to “Dear Evan Hansen.” And, as you can imagine, Evan tells them about the unfortunate mistake and sits with them in their grief as they struggle to pick up the pieces of their lives. 

Just kidding! He lies to them, repeatedly, elaborately, expansively for months, constructing an entire false friendship with Connor that never happened, and ingratiating himself into the wealthy nuclear family he never had, in large part because he wants to get into Zoe’s pants! THIS IS THE PROTAGONIST OF THE STORY. Oh, and it’s a musical so there is a lot of singing and crying and singing WHILE crying and sometimes crying and not singing at all. But the #inspiration, you guys. 

Things I liked:

Pretty much everything but the story and Ben Platt’s performance. The supporting cast is stacked, and all of them do a great job at elevating material scraped directly out of a diaper worn by someone who just chewed their way through a copy of the DSM-5. 

A couple of the songs are damn catchy - “Waving Through a Window” and “You Will Be Found” are standouts for a reason - and here’s the thing, Platt sings them well. But as you’ll discover, there’s a lot more to a movie musical than just singing your part. 

Stephen Chbosky, the man behind every deep thought I and a lot of people in my generation had in 2006 after he wrote The Perks of Being a Wallflower, is a pretty good director. I particularly enjoyed the fanvid-type cuts in “Waving Through a Window” in conjunction with the lyrics, and his use of interstitial shots to flashbacks (and sometimes flashforwards!) is a neat little bit of shorthand that I thought was used sparingly enough to be effective. 

Amy Fucking Adams. She’s holding on so hard, so desperately to the idea of who her son could have been, rather than the reality of who he was, and she is full of such deep pain that is masked by an almost endless supply of patience with Evan and relentless positivity. All this made me want was Enchanted 2 even worse than I already did. 

Super into everything Zoe wears - the costuming department did a great job, and now all I want to do is live in mom jeans and baggy sweaters.

Did I Cry? I teared up a couple of times because I’m not a completely heartless bastard and when Amy Adams offered Evan Connor’s college money, my heart broke for the lie Evan had thrust upon her, and Julianne Moore’s song got me good, because she’s just a single mom to Evan who is doing her goddamn best. 

Things I hated more than the time I dropped a frozen gallon container of fruit cocktail on my pinkie toe in my parents’ garage and it turned black and I thought it was gonna fall off:

Ben Platt is 28 years old. He originated the role of Evan Hansen on Broadway, so in many respects it makes sense that he plays the role in the movie, except for the one kinda sorta important thing where he looks like a wizened old crone standing amongst a sea of children doing his best twitching, cringing Hunchback of Notre Dame impression. If you want someone to convincingly play 20 years their junior, hire Paul Rudd. Otherwise, please don’t ask me to believe that this supposed 18-year-old has crow’s feet. 

And that twitching nervous energy is a huge part of the black hole at the center of this film - he’s playing to the cheap seats and walking through the halls of his high school like a wet chihuahua. It’s an excruciating acting choice to watch - he doesn’t just have anxiety, he is on the verge of a nervous breakdown seemingly every second of every day. Like honestly, where is only-mentioned-never-seen Dr. Sherman, because this young man’s meds are NOT WORKING DR. SHERMAN. 

There’s such a lack of self-awareness on behalf of the writing, directing, and performance by Platt. There’s one song, “Sincerely, Me,” that offers the only glimpse of commentary about what Evan is doing, by pointing out the malicious ridiculousness of him writing a series of fake emails as proof of his and Connor’s friendship. 

Also what high schoolers email this much?? I know this was written in probably 2014 or so, but has a bitch never heard of a text? Even a DM? This whole plot is constructed around the premise that high schoolers are just constantly, constantly emailing each other. 

Everything - and I mean EV-ER-Y-THING - about Evan’s relationship with Zoe is so creepy and disturbing that with a soundtrack change, this could easily be a horror movie. He attempts to get her to like him by describing to her all the things her brother noticed about her - oh wait, I’m sorry, all the things HE noticed about her while he was skulking in the shadows following her around for years, watching every move she made, and it ends with him singing repeatedly “I LOVE YOU” because following a girl around and never having a conversation with her or knowing her at all is love, right? This was clearly written by the same people who chose “Every Breath You Take” as their wedding song because Sting is hot and they never actually listened to the damn words. 

And it gets about 10 billion times worse when Zoe goes to Evan’s house alone, takes him up to his room, and sings “I don’t need reasons to want you” and that was the moment I was that person I hate in a movie theater and I pulled out my phone to Google who wrote the music and lyrics to the musical (we were in the back row of the theater no one was behind me THIS WAS AN OUTRAGE EMERGENCY) and of motherfucking course it was written by Benj Pasek and Justin Paul, 2 men who heard about meeting an actual human woman from a friend one time but otherwise are unfamiliar with the concept. 

Lastly, enormous serial killer vibes from Evan sending unlabeled flash drives anonymously through the mail with no note in an attempt to right his wrongs. That’s not catharsis, that’s how the next installment in the Saw franchise starts, with Evan in a Billy the clown doll mask showing up on the screen and asking if you want to play a fucking game. 

Also, I know it’s not possible for the narrative to justify this in a way that could be satisfying based on Evan’s actions, but what is with this thing where single working-class mom Julianne Moore is turning down rich people’s money for Evan to go to college? Like, obviously we can’t have that happen in the movie but in real life, fuck your pride! Take those rich people’s money!

I also know how movies work but nothing annoys me more than a giant group of high schoolers all getting beeps and boops to indicate text notifications all at the same time because I don’t know a single person under the age of 55 who keeps their ringer on. That shit is on vibrate AT MOST, and I feel like that’s a millennial thing. 

The emotional climax of the film is obviously Evan’s WAY TOO LATE confession, but the idea that it’s prompted by Connor’s family suddenly getting a lot of internet hate is, frankly, laughable. If Sandy Hook taught me one thing, it is that no tragedy is immune from trolls who live only to cause other people devastating emotional pain on the internet. That shit starts day 1. Apparently no one involved in this production has ever been on Twitter?

Also it feels like there should have been a dog somewhere in this movie and there was no dog, so points off for that too. 

Perhaps Dear Evan Hansen isn’t nearly as deep as it aspires to be. Perhaps it’s a morality play, a simplistic message of “Don’t lie, kids, lying is bad!” Major studio movies wrap themselves up with a nice bow at the end so everyone can feel good about themselves and leave with a happy ending, but the moronic cruelty on display here makes that feat feel impossible. We’re left with Evan in an orchard, reading Connor’s favorite books and staring into the big blue sky with all the self-actualization he’s earned now as a lil treat. And if Evan Hansen looked like an actual 18-year-old, it would be a lot easier to extend more empathy to him and his not-fully-developed prefrontal cortex, but it’s a little harder with this fully-grown, weathered man who was old enough to remember seeing Liar Liar in theaters. 

Dear Evan Hansen, 

Get some actual help and a haircut and maybe you can grow up enough to have an actual healthy interaction with any other living person, ever.

Sincerely, 

Me

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Ok, But Seriously, I Have Thoughts

I have... really mixed feelings about this episode, so I'm gonna talk about those feelings. And if my feelings about zep as a show and this season come out during that... so be it. (Seriously, this got long. I'd apologize, but I'm not sorry). Also spoilers for the new ep below the cut, but y'all should've been able to guess that

- I... Zimon seriously deserves just so much better. We saw them as a couple together for three episodes, and they honestly weren't explored enough. Zimon... and this is a very personal opinion, but they really do strike me as a couple who never fully leave the honeymoon phase... like ever. Like, of course, they'll fight and disagree on a lot of things, but they also can have adult children, and just kind of act like newlyweds even if they've been married for over twenty years. And again, I know that's a very personal opinion, but I mean... we all knew c/arkeman was gonna be endgame, and it just feels like zimon was never given an actual chance.

- However, I do very much appreciate that their breakup was not messy, there's still clearly a ton of respect for the other on both of their sides, and that Simon is okay.

- "We didn't belong together." No, you fucking did.

- I am not going to stop writing Zimon fanfic either. In fact, this might spur me to write more and work harder on writing Zimon fanfic.

- Rose. Fucking. Deserves. Better. I'm not even gonna elaborate on this one. We all know it.

- Despite the fact that I fucking hate c/arkeman and that it was very, very rushed... I'm giving acting and singing props to Jane. I Melt With You is a song that's extremely personal to me. It helped get me through a point in my life where... I was constantly feeling at war with others, myself, and even felt unsafe in my own home (something I still feel today, no matter how irrational I know it is). I just generally feel a strong connection to every version of the song bc of that, whether it's the original or the Bowling for Soup cover (that was in Sky High!), and... Jane just has a way of making me feel safe when she sings. So, I really, really loved her cover.

- Um... yeah, I'm gonna be real, I don't like the idea of Max having powers. I don't know, I just think it kinda changes the whole original concept of the show, and I'm not a big fan of that...

- Simon! Simon working on changing SPRQ Point!!!!

- I do not really like how they handled Simon's racial bias/systemic racism in coding storyline *after* episode six (aka it only really being mentioned in passing, not being further explored, etc.), but,,, credits due where it's due I guess? I like how they handled him going to Danny Michael Davis, and how DMD listened.

- Sidenote, I kinda find it weird we as a fandom don't refer to him as Danny... it's Danny Michael Davis, DMD, or fucking Willy Wonka jokes. Makes sense I guess.

- Um... the writing was just... so lazy. Yeah. It's... really sad, I think that the show would've benefitted from even one less ep. But on the other hand... lazy writing is lazy writing.

- I think it would've been better - honestly - if Zoey's feelings of loss hadn't been connected to Max in a romantic way, but in a platonic/familial way. We didn't see a ton of their friendship, and yeah,, I hate Max, but there are a few moments there where you can see a legitimate friendship that's really sweet. I also think if they had maybe explored Zoey's fear of losing Simon as well as Max and centered the finale more on Zoey telling Simon about her power, it would've just been a lot better.

- But... honestly, after I just aired out all my issues with this episode (and the season too kinda),,, I honestly liked it. I hate that Zimon broke up and I just generally hate cl*arkeman but... this ep had some really great moments. Zoey and Mitch were beautiful to see again. Mctobin, Davidemily, and Mo x Perry were all absolutely my favorite parts of the episode. Hell, I'll even admit I... well I don't wanna say laughed considering I was so close to crying, but I let out a weird, breathy noise resembling a laugh when Zoey just blurted out she and Simon had broken up.

I don't want to say it was a bad episode, because I did honestly, enjoy ~parts~ of it... but... it wasn't even that cl/arkeman happened, I knew it would, but how it did... it just honestly (my g.od i need to stop writing that word) seemed like they were trying to kill off or like... fucking quash *any* hope Zimon shippers may have had,,, and the writing was just so fucking lazy, I just...

I started the show after dance one night because my teacher showed us the Help! number bc he was an extra in it. And I had already been intrigued by the few ads I had seen for it. So, my mom and I watched it, and we loved it. So we kept watching. And it was good! It was really good! Sure it could be cheesy, but... that didn't matter. I latched on...

I don't know if, ZEP is gonna get renewed, and if it is, I don't know if I'll watch it if/when it does. I latch on to shows really fucking hard when I do latch on. It's why I keep rewatching The Good Place and why I'll never forgive Freeform/Disney/Marvel for canceling Cloak and Dagger. The way I latch onto things is probably a bit unhealthy. And the fact of the matter is, despite everything, my overwhelming feelings about ZEP are positive. And I latched on. I'd honestly do it all over again.

I have a lot of feelings about this fandom and this show, both positive and negative. Still, I love it. Unconditionally. Ultimately, I don't care if Zoey ends up with Max or Simon (though, seriously, she and Simon are made for each other). It's a good fucking show, ships shouldn't be everything that matters.

I began lurking in this fandom when I was fifteen. I began posting fanfic for it when I was sixteen. I'm almost seventeen now. I was planning to get Tumblr when I was seventeen. I also knew I wouldn't forgive myself if I hadn't made my presence here known if it didn't get renewed.

I want to thank @simon-haynes because, uh, holy fuck, I adore you. Running a blog for fandom is something I couldn't even fathom, especially when a large portion of the fandom doesn't like your ship. I legitimately can't believe you followed me.

Thank you to @jennakang. You are, honestly, one of the best writers I've ever read from. You were so incredibly supportive of my writing on ao3, despite the fact you didn't know who I was, and that really meant the world to me. Thank you so much for your contributions to the fandom. Also, uh, fun fact, I was the anon who, after you expressed the want to write the quarantined Zimon fic, sent in that ask that was like "please do!" and also "hope I'm not being pushy about this". I don't know if you remember that at all, but your response meant the world to me.

And uh, lastly @myheartissetinmotion. Um, wow. I know we barely know each other, but I can honestly say, you have been my anchor for this whole show. I love both your Tori content on TikTok as well as just zep content you do on there, and how you wrote her into zep on ao3. I personally like to think of you as the pioneer of Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist Tok. You were pretty unbiased when it came to ships on there, and that made me feel safe in a place where there were virtually no zimon shippers. Your content was funny, and I always found myself laughing or screaming "accurate" at it. I know, I'm the nuisance who every few months DMs you about something zep related, but I hope you know, you made me feel both seen and somewhat appreciated in this fandom. I cannot thank you enough, Isabella 💗

I know Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist may not be ending. But this still oddly feels like the end of an era. I'm not leaving the fandom, I plan to keep posting fanfic for it and everything. I just want everyone who may be reading this to know I love this fandom and I would not take any moment here back.

Also, this is me formally asking for a link to a Discord group chat since I know it exists but I'm too scared to actually ask any of you for it directly.

#zoey's extraordinary playlist #zep #zep spoilers #uh... #zep fandom #zep discourse i guess #zoey clarke #simon haynes #max richman #leif donnelly #tobin batra #mo zep #mckenzie zep #perry zep #david clarke #emily clarke #maggie clarke #mitch clarke #zoey x simon #zimon #mctobin #mo x perry #david x emily #anti zomax #jane levy

[seven-oomen]

Hi, Ben!  Hope you had a good day, and are finally getting some rest!  So, did you know there are sites that let you design your own ugly Christmas sweaters?  May I present the one that Peter’s husbands get him for a party?  Except then the jokes on them because he won’t stop wearing it EVERYWHERE (at least I hope the image shows?  It saved in a different format on the site I used for this.)  Also, if you were ever to actually make a shirt of it, I would suggest an image from the reaction GIF you used for the alignment/meta anon.  Because, my god, that smirk.  XD  (Also, they are totally right.  And it is hilarious to me that the two officers of the law are firmly [and accurately] on the neutral side of that axis.  XD )

And I’m still screaming over that latest preview.  He just wants cuddles and ear scritches, Noah!  The saliva will dry, he’s just showing his appreciation for your support.  XD  And oh, yeah I knew he would eventually get better, it was more me trying to decide how quickly I was hoping for it to happen.  My “I want it asap because I hate seeing them in pain” side was warring with my “but nightmare creature cuddles would be adorbs, tho?” side (and they are).  :D  Also, terrible thought brought on by working at my job too long: since I don’t think that form has a tail like a wolf (I don’t really remember noticing one, at least?), do you think that since he can’t wag, he starts doing the wiggle-butt thing like boxers and pits tend to do?  (sorry, the thought occurred to me and I couldn’t make it stop.  XD )

Also, how dare you put the image of Noah and Chris cuddling in the window seat watching the snow fall while the listen to Peter singing ‘Hallelujah’ as he finishes the dishes, in my head?  Or them sitting at the table having coffee and joining him for the choruses?  Or Chris singing along with Tony Bennett or Harry Connick Jr on the local Christmas station?  Or Noah singing along with Chris Cornell’s version of Ave Maria (or doing a damn good impression at least [song is available on Spotify, btw, if you’ve not heard it])?  My body was not meant to hold this level of feral screaming, dude.  XD

For the undecided alignment (that don’t involve spoilers), I would vote LN for Danny and CG for John.  No specific reasons, that’s just what feels right at the moment.  And I’m curious if Noah and the kids have been in the vault at all, because Malia would be able to access it.

And, yes, I am all for mutual body positivity support among the boys.  I remember watching some BTS thing a few years back, and Linden said something about how everyone was “running around without their shirts on, and I just feel kinda old and jiggly”, and my very first thought was “Oh, please.  You may not be I’ve-had-nothing-but-chicken-for-a-week-and-haven’t-had-liquids-in-three-days ripped like the other guys, but in no way will you ever convince me you are actually out of shape in the slightest."  Also, I’m just picturing a scene where Noah accidentally(/on purpose…?) looms over Chris, who just has this moment of "oh, yeah, that’s right, you’re tall now” immediately followed by “well, I am learning a number of new things about myself right now"  XD  On a related note, how do you think he feels about dip kisses after realizing this?  Although, I do hope Noah does not sweep Chris off his feet in quite the same way Chris keeps doing to him.  XD

On an unrelated note, that post about Artoo and Luke about killed me dead.  XD  Artoo’s propensity for shenanigans and Luke’s pervading issues with impulse control is just a complete recipe for hilarious disaster and total ride-or-die besties.  It also reminded me of the post about how Rogue One leads into New Hope and Leia straight up lying right to her dad’s face.  Which, while hysterical, also makes me think about how many posts I see about how Leia is very much her father’s daughter, but almost never see any that point out how much Luke is his mother’s son.  I just have a LOT OF FEELINGS about this, okay?  But I will contain that rant.  XD  (Star Wars has been an on-again-off-again love for me since I was 9.  It’s pretty much a guaranteed way to get an emotional response out of me.  XD )

And I’m glad Mo doesn’t bother the tree or anything, though the box thing is pretty funny.  But he does seem to have that very cat-like tendency to want to completely block you from accessing the keyboard or pin you in place because he’s laying on you and you don’t want to disturb him, so I think he’s catting just fine.  XD  I mean, I have some friends who one of their cats is immune to scruffing (the downside of this is that he’s also almost completely feral still [he was a stray that stayed], and at one point he got a UTI and needed antibiotics.  I’m pretty sure my friend had to get like a falconing glove or something to get his pills in him.  XD )

That America being huge vs Europe being old thing also made me laugh because there was the section about the "long bus ride” that was like two hours, and all I could think about was how often we drove four hours both ways to visit my grandparents, and how in high school we took a trip to Canada, and I don’t remember the exact length of the bus ride up, but I know it was between twenty-three and twenty-eight hours.

And I hope you’re enjoying the Spiderman game, or will when you get to it!  As best I recall, everyone I know who has played it has had nothing but good things to say about it.  And wow, I’m rambling again.  Oh well.  Anyway, hope you’re doing well, and sending lots of good energy for finishing the chapter to your satisfaction (I know the readers certainly don’t mind the longer chapters.  :D )  Take care!  *Hugs!*

Oh my god I am absolutely in love with that sweater. Why is this not a thing XD 

And yeah, they definitely gift Peter a sweater like that, lbr. No other way about it. It definitely backfires when Peter wears it every single year and to everywhere. Including PT meetings and the parent/school board meetings? I forgot the American word for it, in Dutch we call it ouderraad. I know we talked about them before where Peter starts a war with the ‘Karen’ and completely wrecks her. And how all the other moms fall in love with the three DILFS.

But yeah, wears it everywhere and every year XD. 

Noah’s deputies, including Jordan, have definitely snapped pictures and post them on every computer desktop in the station. Including pictures of Noah’s reaction faces of that sweater.

Because you cannot convince me, that a bunch of cops, would not be dicks about this.

Chris is infinitely grateful that he does not have coworkers like that.

And god that is rather good smirk to go with that line XD. And yeah I guess it is funny. But it’s also true and that’s wow... XD 

I did a character alignment test for Peter and came out on CN so that is what I’m going to stick with in any itteration for him. 

As for the wiggle butt thing, he does not have a tail and I already had a very lengthy inner discussion with myself before getting this ask and I can tell you, he does wiggle butt like a boxer in this form. Imagine a fucking beast like that just wiggle butting with happiness. The image is so bizarre that I had to include it in the full moon chapter.

Chris is definitely learning a number of things about himself when he figures out Noah can now loom over him and press him against walls. Also Chris has a thing for being bound or pressed against objects and when Noah figures that one out, well, let’s say Peter certainly doesn’t mind watching those moments.

There’s also a revelation when Chris says; I can easily get out of these handcuffs and Noah translates it too; Good, that means that as long as you don’t try to, you’re consenting to whatever I’m doing to you. Deal? To which Chris, enthusiastically agrees. It’s a very fun game. Peter disagrees because they tend to lock him out during the games with some ash, although he is invited back in after they’re done and then the attention of two Omegas is fully on him. So I suppose he doesn’t mind too much.

Something that is both funny and sweet though is that through Ben, Noah discovers how much he misses having little kids running around. And he has a few moments of; oh god I want another kid realizations in this chapter.

Of course, considering their situation this isn’t the time and Noah more than realizes that. But it gets conversations about the future going for all three of them.

Oh and to answer your question, Malia has not been to the vault, but she and her siblings will get to see it. If that’s with dad or with Derek I haven’t decided yet. But they will end up at the vault in this story. Gotta get Peter’s necklace back.

So far I’ve had a bit of a rough day but by answering this and focusing on headcanons, and that freaking sweater!!!!, I feel a bit better. So thank you my friend, this helped me a lot <3. 

And I agree, Leia is just like her father but Luke is all Padme and people don’t talk about that enough. <3

Lots of Love from me and Mo!

#once upon a time comments #ben says stuff #my convos with anon #B #submission

[zooweemiya]

Take Flight! (Haikyuu Band AU) Ch 1: Do you believe in fate?

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26755042/chapters/65270758

The room was filled with a dim, yellow light. Its atmosphere was warm with idle chatter and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. As Hinata walked through the group of small, circular tables, he looked around the quaint coffee shop. The café was busy, especially considering it was 8:00 on a Friday night in a small corner of Tokyo. Hinata smiled to himself, weaving his way to the other side of the room where a small stage was set up. He plopped his bag down at the foot of the steps as he walked up onto the stage. His eyes landed on the electric piano situated behind a small mic stand. Hinata perched on the small stool behind the piano, facing out to the crowd in the shop. He ran the tips of his fingers lightly over the black and white keys. His chest filled with warmth as he thought about the music he was about to play.

One day, when Hinata was in middle school, he sat in his small living room in front of the TV. His mother had been watching some award show or whatnot, and young Hinata felt that watching the show would be a lot more interesting than doing the homework that sat in his schoolbag. After about 15 minutes of the same boring acceptance speeches, the lights of the stage dimmed. Hinata’s breath caught in his chest as a spotlight appeared, illuminating a sleek, black instrument. A few pregnant moments passed, when all of a sudden, the man seated behind the piano clanged onto the keys. It startled Hinata, and the following chords that poured out from the performance were no less frightening. The song was erratic with a haunting melody. So much emotion spilled out of the mans fingertips, reaching Hinata even in the comfort of his own home, behind a TV screen. The notes reverberated in his bones and wrapped around his chest like vines. That was the day he fell in love with music.

Clearing his throat into the mic, Hinata grabbed the attention of everyone in the room. A hush fell over the audience as Hinata began with a bright smile, “Good evening everyone! I’m Hinata Shouyou, a university student here in Tokyo. If you’ve been here before, welcome back! And if it’s your first time, thank you for choosing to spend your Friday night here with us!” He gave a little spiel about the shop and how The Little Crow had small concerts every Friday. He voiced his appreciation for the owner of the shop, Ukai Keishin, who raised a coffee mug from behind the counter in response. “Well, without further ado,” Hinata cheered into the mic, “let the show begin!”

**Victor’s Piano Solo - Danny Elfman**

Hinata placed his hands on the keys. He took a slow, deep breath, and pressed into the first note as he exhaled. He slowly played the first few chords. His hands flitted over the instrument with ease, his eyes closing shut as he felt the music. This first song was a short instrumental, and Hinata allowed himself to be carried away by the melancholic song. He swayed his upper body with the music as the song grew in intensity and volume. He pressed into the keys a little rougher as he neared the end of the song, ending with an abrupt hit of his last chord. A small murmur erupted from the audience as rounds of applause and snaps echoed through the room. Hinata smiled to himself and began his next song.

After that day Hinata had discovered his passion for music, he had asked his mom for weeks to buy him a piano. She eventually caved due to Hinata’s unwavering persistence, and Hinata taught himself how to play on a second-hand electric piano. He remembers studying how to read sheet music more than his actual homework. In high school, Hinata had saved up enough money to buy himself a better electric piano, one that he wasn’t afraid to break with the slightest of increased pressure from his hands. He began writing and composing his own songs, and in the blink of an eye, music had taken over his life. Around that time is when he had discovered The Little Crow. He had noticed a flyer for the Friday night concerts at the little coffee shop and practically begged the owner to let him play. With great annoyance, Ukai had allowed him to one Friday night and was utterly blown away with the natural talent the orange-haired boy had for playing the piano. Sure, his hands were small, much like the rest of his body, but Hinata could move his hands over the keys with a speed Ukai had never seen before.

Playing at The Little Crow had become a regular for Hinata. He’d play there as often as he could, which was almost every other week. People seemed to enjoy his music, and he’d grown a little following over the past couple of years.

After graduating high school, Hinata had applied to one of the elite music schools in Tokyo. However, during his audition, he had barely gotten halfway through his piece when he was interrupted. One of the judges on his panel, a short old man, had stopped him from continuing his song. The man had told Hinata that he had no discipline in the way that he played. He explained to Hinata how his posture was always slouched and even the way he positioned his hands and wrists were all wrong. Hinata tried to explain to them that he was completely self-taught, but this had displeased the man further. The orange-haired boy was kicked out of his audition with his self-esteem at an all time low and dreams crushed.

Hinata had cried for what had felt like weeks, but as he looks back on it now, it couldn’t have been more than a couple of days. He would have given up on music completely if it hadn’t been for his sister. He could still hear Natsu’s condescending voice telling him how pathetic he had been for crying over the audition. It had surprised him to hear her talk to him like that. But then she continued, saying how she’s never seen him back down from a fight before. It was just one school, one audition. There’d be other opportunities. And she was right, he wasn’t one to give up. So, he took that horrid and bruised memory, and used it to fuel the fire within him, making his passion for music just grow even more.

Now in his second year of university, 20-year-old Hinata couldn’t be happier. He was double majoring in Music and Business, and he was able to play music every week at the shop. He was content with how things had gone, as he was slowly making his way into the music industry.

After about a half hour of playing, Hinata began his final song for the night. The joints in his hands were beginning to ache, but he welcomed the feeling. He loved absolutely everything about playing piano. He huffed out a breath through his grin as he began to play.

**Someone You Loved - Conor Maynard** ( Italics - Hinata)

I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to save me

His voice flitted through the speakers over the crowd. All his songs had been instrumentals so far, and a new hush fell over the café. Everyone had ceased whatever they were doing to watch the young boy sing with a constant grin plastered to his face.

This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy

I need somebody to heal

Somebody to know

Somebody to have

Somebody to hold

Hinata had written the lyrics to this song when he was still in high school. It was a song of his past, and he had never really liked it, until about a week ago when he had finally figured out was what missing from the composition.

Now the day bleeds

Into nightfall

And you're not here

To get me through it all

I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Although it was a solemn song, Hinata was still smiling. Just the act of playing music could put him into a trance of everlasting happiness. Even as memories flitted behind his closed eyelids as he sang and emotion poured into his voice, Hinata was content in this moment with his life. He hopes that he will make it big someday, become a musician that people will recognize. But right now, just playing his music, he was happy. Hinata finished his song off with a single elongated note. He opened his eyes to an elated crowd. Everyone was clapping, a few tables whooped and cheered for him. He chuckled as a smile crinkled his eyes.

“Thank you everyone! Please, welcome to the stage The Little Crow’s next performer, Michiko!” As Hinata took his leave and the next person climbed onto the stage, he grabbed his bag and made his way over to the counter.

“Oi, Hinata! Great job up there, kid,” Ukai called out to him in greeting as he dried off a mug. Hinata leaned his forearms onto the counter top across from Ukai. The man was tall, at least taller than Hinata, with blonde-dyed hair and piercings. Ukai’s appearance had intimidated Hinata when he had first met the man three years ago, but now he knew better. While he did have his scary moments (Hinata internally shivered as he remembered the time he had accidentally bumped into a table and caused four mugs to fall and break– yeah he thought he would lose his life right then and there to the hands of the bottle-blonde), Ukai was very supportive and an overall great person to be around.

“Thanks Ukai-san! It was great to play again. And we’ve got a pretty good crowd tonight!” Hinata chirped cheerily to the older man.

Ukai chuckled lightly as he began making a drink. “Yeah, kid. You’ve been getting popular. Great to see you getting some recognition.”

Hinata’s chest filled with pride and his eyes twinkled. “Thank you, sir!” he practically yelled. A vein popped up on Ukai’s forehead and he slid Hinata a glare. Hinata just chuckled nervously in response, feigning innocence.

Abruptly, someone cleared their throat behind him. Hinata jumped and twirled around, nearly knocking himself off his feet. He straightened as he noticed they were two customers, and gave a quick apology for blocking the counter.

Before he could fully turn away, one of the customers spoke. “Oh! Wait, Hinata-kun. We came over to talk to you, actually,” the man with silver hair said as he rubbed a hand on his neck and chuckled. Hinata decided right then that the man must have been an angel. Hinata couldn’t help but gawk at the beautiful man. He even had a cute beauty mark under his eye! And his voice sounded so smooth. Mr. Angel chuckled again at Hinata’s staring, “Um, Hinata-kun?”

“Yes!” he replied maybe a little too forcefully. “Yes,” he repeated, “Hi, I’m Hinata Shouyou. Nice to meet you!” He gave a small bow.

“Nice to meet you as well,” Mr. Angel said sweetly. He smiled and Hinata felt he could faint. There's no way he’s real, Hinata thought as Mr. Angel continued. “My name is Sugawara Koushi, but you can just call me Suga. And this,” he said, jutting thumb to the man with brown hair and broad shoulders standing behind him, “is Sawamura Daichi. This was our first time coming here for the little concert, and we were quite impressed with your performance.”

Hinata felt like he was floating. “Thank you, Suga-san, Sawamura-san,” he exclaimed with another bow.

The two men chuckled. Hinata straightened as Sawamura spoke, “Just Daichi is fine.” His voice was deep and velvety, and Hinata couldn’t believe how perfect these two people in front of him were. “We actually wanted to talk to you about that last song you just played. Did you write that yourself?” Daichi asked.

Hinata nodded his head excitedly. “Oh, yeah! I wrote the lyrics a couple of years ago, but just finished the composition, so that was my first time playing it!”

“Wow, for that being your first time performing the song, it was very good,” Suga complimented him. Hinata thanked him with another bow, and Suga snorted. “You’re cute Hinata-kun,” he said with a wink, and Hinata could feel the blush creeping up his neck. Suga outright laughed at the sight. “Daichi, he’s so cute! Can we please keep him?” Suga asked the other man.

Daichi elbowed Suga in the side, lightly. “Quit patronizing him,” he muttered to the laughing man, then turned to Hinata. “I apologize for his antics, he likes to use his beauty for evil.” This comment made Suga laugh even louder, causing a few people from the near tables to peer at them. Daichi gave an exasperated sigh, “Anyway, we wanted to talk to you because the two of us are in a band together.”

“Wah, that’s so cool!” Hinata exclaimed before he could stop himself.

Suga recovered from his hysterics to reply to the boy, “Isn’t it? Well we’re still a relatively new band, only been together for a little over a year. And we’ve been scouting around trying to find a new band member! We were looking for a songwriter who could also be our second vocalist, and we think you’d be a perfect candidate.”

Hinata stared at the men before him, wide-eyed. His brain chose that moment to malfunction. “Wait what,” Hinata asked incredulously. “You’re offering me a spot in your band?”

“Well, we want you to come and try out,” Daichi replied. “We have a gig tomorrow night if you’re interested in seeing the kind of music we play, and then we can hold a little audition for you in front of our other bandmates right after.”

“Oh, but we do hope you’ll come! I’m sure you’ll enjoy our music, and our bandmates–,” Suga began excitedly until he stopped himself, and gave a nervous glance toward Daichi. Hinata looked between them, confused as they had a seemingly telepathic conversation. “Well,” Suga continued with a small sigh, “I guess they can be enjoyable.” He gave a small laugh at Hinata’s sudden look of concern. “Don’t worry they’ll love you, you’ll love them, it’ll be great,” he said with a small wave of his hand.

“We hope that you’ll just come and give it a shot. We really do think you’re quite talented,” Daichi finished with a genuine smile.

Hinata couldn’t process anything that was happening. This had to be a dream, right? Hinata just swallowed thickly, and gave a small nod.

Suga cheered a small squeal. “Yay! I’ll get your number, and then text you the details for tomorrow!” They exchanged numbers, and then the two said their goodbyes and walked out of the coffee shop. Hinata stayed in that spot off to the side of the counter, staring at the door Daichi and Suga had walked out of.

The weight of his phone in his hand seemed to have doubled with the newly added contact under the name “Suga-san ;)”.

This had to be a dream, right?

#haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuufic #haikyuu fic #written by me #my work #hinata #hinata shouyou #hinata shoyo #kageyama #kageyama tobio #kagehina #band #band au #band fic #au #alternate unverse #haikyuu au fic #boy bands

[naamahdarling]

What is the dorkiest thing Kell has ever done? The gentlest thing Doc Mercy has ever done? The angstiest thing Joey has ever done? The dumbest thing Sebastian has ever done? Your favorite thing that Thane or Ariel have ever done?

These are like the BEST questions holyshit.

UHM.

Kell is actually a giant dork. Giving piggyback rides and trying to learn to sexydance come to mind.  He was also best friends with a mini dairy cow when he was a kid, and he has recently spent some time making his friends cute smells-nice gifts he has yet to hand out that are intended to help keep them safe.

Oh maaaan, I cannot even count the number of times Doc Morgan has patiently and tirelessly worked to put someone back together.  When Thane took a silver bullet ricochet to the skull, Morg stayed right by his side for three days, providing medical support until he’d finished regenerating and regained consciousness.  He’s creepy, but he’s a good doctor.  He works his ass off to help his patients meet their treatment goals, whether that’s a fully functional transplanted demon eye or a complete overhaul of the ol’ meat sack’s secondary sexual characteristics.  He cares about his job and his patients.  He might find their low-level pain kind of funny and their squeamishness alternately hilarious and aggravating, but genuine suffering, or the people he has chosen to care about being unhappy in their bodies or life circumstances, it does bother him a lot.  He’s not a bad guy.  He’s just selective in who he regards as worth his time.  Ranking highly on the “look how soft”ness scale is the so fucking careful way he treated Danny when Danny was dealing with discontinuation effects from the benzodiazepines the vampires had him on during his captivity in Houston.  He was the one who rang Sebastian’s bell about Danny needing a shitton of actual therapy, not just . . . whatever it is Sebastian does where he can make you not feel like shit just by touching you, and who suggested using Sebastian’s emotional manipulation the way researchers have been using MDMA in therapy for PTSD.  He’s a good egg, even if you wake up from sleepovers at his house with rude Sumerian words tattooed on your gall bladder. There were demons in there and he was just trying to help out.

I think Joey had a major angst montage after her mom died and she had to quit school and come back to take care of her kid brother.  Like, she was happy to do it and it was the beginning of a great thing, she wound up opening her own tattoo shop, but it was a painful time.  Picture her in Draculaura pink and black, kneeling on her mother’s grave and sobbing “I don’t know how to do this!” and then it starts raining.  I mean, that’s not a cheerful image, but man, she had a rough time for a while.  She doesn’t do the humorous kind of angst.  She just isn’t constitutionally suited to brooding.  

My fave thing Thane has ever done is probably getting caught in the shower singing that Fireflies song.  Thane cannot sing.  Mattie caught him making . . . song-like noises . . . and was utterly charmed.  Thane was mortified, but also cracked up.  There was a whole dynamic there I won’t go into but the gist of it is that it was really sweet and slightly vulnerable.

My fave thing Ariel ever did was . . . wow, it’s hard to pick.  Tabletop Ariel?  Maybe the super-gross “forearmed” pun he made at Eddie after his (Ariel’s) severed, semi-digested arm hit him (Eddie) in the face.  He laughed himself sick, threw up a lot because seeing the arm was just a little disturbing, then went and blew up the bad guy.  Maybe the time he fed Twizzlers to a dragon.  Non-tabletop?  IDK, probably how he falls in love with chickens really easily, but his affection for a big Dorking rooster named Captain Dorkington McNugget was not returned, and he got attacked a lot.  Also, literally his entire wardrobe is fantastic.  He has two settings: “Ridiculous but Also Ridiculously Attractive” and “Post-Apocalypse and Apocalyptically Hot”.  The sheer number of stupid tee shirts he owns gives me life.

ETA: NO!!! No my fave thing Ariel has ever done is definitely work at Penguin Hut!

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