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[zenellyraen]

I LOVE UR Asshole!John FIC!!!! i just finished reading it today despite it being a school night yesterday. But it was worth losin sleep because it was amazing!!!♡

AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I’m sorry you had to lose some sleep, but I’m really glad you enjoyed the fic

#yaaaaaas #assholejohn tag #chamberlainaquarius

[binart]

john it's ok if you hate yourself for how you treated dave in the past, i'm sure he still loves you

#homestuck #davejohn #john egbert #dave strider #assholejohn tag #bina's doodles #binasart

[zenellyraen]

Title: (Never) What You Wanted - Part 10: Waiting to Call You Mine

Progress: 10/10 Pairing: DaveJohn Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Internalized Homophobia and homophobic dialogue Disclaimer: This story is all about John’s struggle with his own self-identity, please take the above warnings into consideration. It’s not a grim story, just a painful one at times, since it’s all about change. Author’s Note: This is it. The end after 4+ years of writing. I wish I knew what to say but I don’t, aside from saying “Thank you.”

Okay, also, since Tumblr fucked with the tagging system, I would greatly, DEEPLY appreciate it if y’all would get the word out with reblogs, since tag visibility is virtually nothing now. Thank you all so much.

Part Summary: You are the wind beneath my wings.

#davejohn #johndave #pepsicola #a wild zene uses write #assholejohn tag #it's all done now #hard to imagine #but it's... all done

[zenellyraen]

Title: (Never) What You Wanted - Part 9: please say you’ll meet me (Meet Me Halfway)

Progress: 9/10 Pairing: DaveJohn Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Internalized Homophobia and homophobic dialogue Disclaimer: This story is all about John’s struggle with his own self-identity, please take the above warnings into consideration. It’s not a grim story, just a painful one at times, since it’s all about change. Author’s Note: hooray, guess what! The penultimate chapter! It’s finally here! John and Dave’s final semester at college, where do they go from here? How does Karkat take the news of their reconciliation? Do they manage to keep it together for the baby?? All this and more in this chapter of AssholeJohn!

Okay, also, since Tumblr fucked with the tagging system, I would greatly, DEEPLY appreciate it if y’all would get the word out with reblogs, since tag visibility is virtually nothing now. Thank you all so much.

Part Summary: “So, I’ve thought about it,” Dave says, apropos of absolutely nothing, at dinner one night.

Jade and Rose have just conveniently left for seconds or drink refills or something, you lost track of what, and you blink across the table at him, startled. You swallow carefully, take a drink of your soda, cock your head. “Thought about…?” you ask.

“Moving back in with you.”

#davejohn #johndave #hammertime #a wild zene uses write #assholejohn tag #we're almost through guys #this and one more

[zenellyraen]

Title: (Never) What You Wanted - Part 8: Eventually We'll Get It Right

Progress: 8/10 Pairing: DaveJohn Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Internalized Homophobia and homophobic dialogue Disclaimer: This story is all about John’s struggle with his own self-identity, please take the above warnings into consideration. It’s not a grim story, just a painful one at times, since it’s all about change. Author’s Note: so hey uh long time no see. Good news: this fic is finally complete! I'm gonna post these next three chapters a week apart, so it'll be this, then Chapter 9 next week and Chapter 10 the week after that. And then we'll be done! Congrats, the end is finally I sight.

Okay, also, since Tumblr fucked with the tagging system, I would greatly, DEEPLY appreciate it if y’all would get the word out with reblogs, since tag visibility is virtually nothing now. Thank you all so much.

Part Summary: Things at home for the first few days you’re there are...tough.

#assholejohn tag #davejohn #johndave #hammertime #pepsicola #a wild zene uses write #time to do the usual post and scurry

[zenellyraen]

(Never) What You Wanted, the blog

Hey everyone! So a few of you mentioned that having a blog solely dedicated to Assholejohn the fic, the experience, would be great, and I have delivered!

So feel free to follow @neverwhatyouwanted, and prepare for a sudden wave of memories as I queue up old posts to slide them over there. How regularly things will be updated will depend entirely on how soon I finish Chapter 10, but I’m only about 4k away from getting that done. I’ll let you all know, don’t worry.

Also, I’m still going to be doing my primary updates for the fic over here. I’ll reblog everything secondarily over there, though, so don’t feel like you have to follow to find shit out.

Thanks for everything, loves.

#davejohn #johndave #assholejohn tag #a wild zene uses write #it begiiins

[zenellyraen]

(Never) What You Wanted, a summary

#davejohn #johndave #assholejohn tag #just wrote this particular exchange for the last chapter and i'm laughing #a wild zene uses write

[zenellyraen]

Title: Turnabout is Not Fair Play

Summary: For JohnDave Week, Day 2, Your AU

Author’s Notes: NO ONE IS SURPRISED THAT IT’S ASSHOLE!JOHN, ZENE. This is set after the end of the main fic, which can be read here at AO3. Thank you, again, to the wonderful moderators of @johndaveweek because this event is giving me life.

#johndave #davejohn #a wild zene uses write #assholejohn tag #whoop

[zenellyraen]

JohnDave Week 2k16, Day 2: Your AU

((LOOK IT’S MY AU, ASSHOLE!JOHN, which everyone can read over here on AO3, or all the prompts here on tumblr. This is set after the end of the fic, and everyone can blame @magigirljane​ for this, honestly.))

You’re out buying Dave nicotine patches when the first text comes in.

FROM Bro: Don’t bother coming home tonight.

For a moment, legitimately, you can’t breathe. Then you start again, and it’s an irritated sigh you let out first. Bro’s pulling this shit again. Still, your fingers shake, standing in the aisle of the fucking pharmacy in Wal-Mart, and you type back.

TO Bro: hah, what? TO Bro: dude, look, if this is some weird thing that you’re doing again about me and dave, just don’t?

FROM Bro: No, seriously. Don’t bother coming home tonight. Dave’s moving back in with me. It’ll be easier if you just stay away.

You blink. Roll your eyes. Okay, so he’s being determined. Time to call Dave and get this all cleared up before your lunch break ends. You make your way across the store, towards the self-check lines before remembering that’s probably a bad plan and get into the express lanes instead. Easier to just get carded by an actual person without bothering the clerk.

Dave does not answer your call.

That’s when the real fear sets in.

You take a deep breath, let it out, and try texting Rose, ignoring as best you can the tremble stuttering across your whole body. 

TO Rose: rose, bro’s saying that dave’s moving back in with him? has he said anything to you?

There is a long, long silence as you shift anxiously in line. What have you done? You haven’t done anything wrong as far as you know. You’ve been faithful, you admit that you have a boyfriend to your coworkers, though you haven’t mentioned that to Dave yet. You. You don’t know what you’ve done to warrant him moving back.

What if....

No.

Your phone buzzes.

FROM Rose: Oh yes, about that.

Fuck.

*   *   *

It’s hours and hours of anxiety and stomach-twisting nerves as you breathe through the panic and terror because, yeah, Dave is leaving you. He’s leaving, not just the apartment that you’re sharing with him, but everything else too. Rose and Jade both confirmed, telling you that he was just giving the relationship a dry run just to let you down easy “since you tried so hard this time, and all,” and you’re. Swerving through traffic to get home as soon as you can, because if you can just talk to Dave.

Fuck.

Fuck.

You can’t get hold of him at all. He doesn’t look at your messages. He doesn’t answer your calls.

You can’t talk to Dave.

(You can’t stop panicking.)

(Everything was fine, what did you do?)

You practically sprint up the stairs once you get to your apartment, and your hands shake so badly you can’t even get the key in the door, which is probably a good thing since it doesn’t turn out to be even locked, and you open the door to-

Laughter.

“Aw fuck, dude, ‘m just. Nah, so like, fuckin’, y’all’ll hear what happens and I’m gonna laugh so much an-” Dave blinks, then turns towards the door, and you, and smiles.

Fucking. Smiles.

Wide and big, the way he does. When he’s drunk.

You can see the drink mixers from where you are, and they only become more apparent as you come further inside the apartment, letting the door fall shut behind you.

“Oh shit,” you hear Jade say delightedly through the computer that Dave is sitting in front of. “Is he home? Hi, John!”

“Yes, hello, John!” Rose chimes in, laughter coloring her voice.

You can’t fucking breathe.

“Hey, babe,” Dave says, and he pushes himself upright with a minimal amount of stumbling. You carefully take out the box of nicotine patches that he asked you to pick up, look around the apartment. Bro is sprawled in the corner in a bean bag chair that he must have brought over himself, limbs spread everywhere, unidentifiable drink present in his hand. You think, past the stunning clarity of fury currently overtaking your mind, that you understand what happened here.

Dave comes closer, closer still, and when he reaches for you, you flinch away from it.

He stills.

“Whose idea was it,” you ask, cold, “to tell me that we were going to break up because, and I quote, “Dave decided that you weren’t worth the time and effort anymore, and he never actually got over you hurting him in the first place?””

Dave’s eyes widen.

“Oh shit,” Bro says from the chair.

You clench your hand tight and breathe slowly in. Slowly out. 

“John,” Dave tries, reaching for you again, and you allow it this time just for the pain in his voice alone, but you don’t allow him to pull you forward like he tries to. “John, it was a joke.”

You are shaking in place, legs trembling wildly as you try, so, so hard, to not just fucking lose it at all of them. What the fuck. “It wasn’t a very funny one.”

“Come on, lighten up,” Bro adds, and okay, fuck that.

You whirl on him, wrenching your arm out of Dave’s loose grasp, and you grab his drink, stalk over to the sink and dump it out. He makes some offended noise behind you and you just. “Get out.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Get. The fuck. Out of my apartment. Now.”

The girls, on the computer, are saying something, but it’s all getting garbled as they talk over each other, and you make your way there next, leaning into view of the camera. “Rose, Jade,” you say, as calmly as you can manage when you’re this fucking hurt, “I have no idea why the fuck you thought that was okay. I’m pissed as shit at you both, but I’m going to be angry at you later because from the looks of it, this was one really big long-distance drinking party, and I want you sober when I yell at you.”

You hang up on them without giving them the option to say goodbye.

Straightening, you turn to find Bro and Dave having a conversation in low voices, and you clear your throat loudly. Once you have their attention, you say, “I thought I told you to leave, Bro.”

Bro holds his hands up, gathers the last of his stuff and is almost out the door when you add, “Dave, I thought you were going with him.”

Dave turns towards you, clearly stunned.

It is a mean, mean part of you that adds, “After all, you’re leaving me, aren’t you?”

“John.”

“Hey, you two work that out. I’m leaving.”

Dave does not move as Bro leaves, and you wrap your hands around your elbows, hugging yourself tightly. Your anger leaves you in fits and starts, making way for a terrible, aching sadness instead, and you wish that he had just gone so you could lose it in private.

Instead, you have Dave coming forward to reach out but not quite touch you before he lets his hand fall.

“John,” he whispers.

“Did you think it was funny?” you ask. “Do you think that telling me you were done with me was funny?”

He shakes his head once, twice, blond hair flying about as he does, and this time, he does put his hands on yours, cupping your hands and elbows, and this time, you let him. “Babe, John,” he says, “I’m sorry, we just. It was just something that Bro did, and I didn’t. I thought you knew.”

“Knew what? That you were thinking about leaving?”

Dave shakes his head again. He’s lost the loose, happy look he had when you came in, his brows drawn together. “No, that I loved you.”

You laugh. Or try to, at least, though it comes out as more of a sob. “Fuck, this is what that’s like? What the fuck, dude? You know I’m still scared of losing you.”

Dave apologizes, again and again, and it’s late when you finally, reluctantly, let him bring you to bed, when you let him hold you close and whisper reassurances, when you cling to him and tell him that you love him too, you’d never hurt him like you used to, is he really still worried?

You do not sleep well. Even with Dave’s breath against the back of your neck, his lips pressed against the lines of your tattoo. Your mind does not quiet.

You worry until the dawn.

#johndaveweek #davejohn #johndave #a wild zene uses write #assholejohn tag

[zenellyraen]

Anonymous said: A!John drabble where we see Dave's decision to start wearing his old pointy shades again? 

You let out a sigh, resting your back against the wall in the bathroom. The sound echoes noisily around you; you wish it wouldn’t, wish it would just leave off, since your heart is already making enough noise on its own.

John is sleeping on the other side of the wall.

Which, really, he’s allowed to sleep there, it’s his own damn room and he’s in his bed, but really, you just. Don’t know what to do. Everything’s been tossed around, everything you expect is different again, just when you thought you had a handle on it all. Shows what you know.

Carelessly, you push yourself off the door, make your way to the sink. You take off the shades Karkat gave you before winter break, look at yourself in the shitty bathroom mirror, and past the toothpaste and calcium build-ups, you take in your face. The dark circles below your eyes that are starting, you think, to clear up. The constant freckles. The marks on your nose from the sunglasses that still sit wrong. That aren’t aviators.

That aren’t John’s gift to you.

(It shouldn’t matter this much.

It does.)

You set the shades to the side, stare at them long and hard. You don’t. Like them. You don’t like that Karkat even bothered getting them for you, something about the gesture striking you all wrong. Maybe you shouldn’t keep wearing them. It doesn’t feel right anymore. Not that it ever did in the first place, but. You’re not actively mad at John now.

That changes it. 

Quiet, you exit the bathroom, leaving Karkat’s sunglasses where they are, and you make your way, blind in the darkness, across the room to your desk. You dig through the drawers for just a moment before you find what you’re looking for and place it up on the top of your desk.

You look up at John’s bunk above your own and the nervous energy that had been fluctuating around your lungs has settled into something that you think will be able to let you sleep.

When you wake up the next morning, you roll out of bed and grab the pointy shades sitting out on your desk. You slide them on, feeling the half-familiar contours of them. You’ll have to be a bit more careful about turning your head, but it won’t be too bad.

The bathroom door opens, and John steps out, feeling over his face for any spots he missed while shaving when he sees you.

John blinks.

Smiles.

“Oh dude, I thought you got rid of those terrible things! Why do you still have them?”

You shrug, loose, pleased. “Just thought I should revive an old look.”

“Okay, but I swear to god, if I hear you belting Naruto openings in the shower again, I’ll find a way to turn the water cold.”

“Harsh, John, so harsh. What do you have against fighting dreamers anyway, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up, oh my god,” he says, laughing, and he walks over just to nudge you gently and your heart skips a beat, the traitorous, fickle thing. You laugh too, though, because you can’t not, and you lean back just enough to feel him, warm against your side again.

This is such a terrible fucking idea.

#johndave #davejohn #assholejohn tag #a wild zene uses write #drabble day #hooray! #thing one complete

[zenellyraen]

quietly offers up 'nobody puts baby in the corner' by fall out boy as an anthem for the asshole!john au

IMMEDIATELY ADDS IT RIGHT UP THERE WITH “ANIMAL” BY NEON TREES HO SHIT

GOOD REC, ANON. GOOD REC. HOLY SHIT.

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