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time travelling carmy wip vaguely inspired by the time traveller's wife

probably gonna be a gen fic, definitely will be angst later on but here's like 1 and a half scenes just to get the idea out of my head

The first time he's sent careening through his own timeline is at his 15th birthday, when the lights are too bright and the people are too loud and they're all talking to him and asking him shit when all he wants to do is sit down and eat some chocolate cake. Mike's gone and distracted the crowd and Carmy gives him a grateful nod as he heads out to get some air. He reaches for the handle to the front door -

- and goes stumbling forward because where there was once a door is now the middle of someone's living room. He catches himself before falling, but bumps into the coffee table, wincing as it screeches forward across the floor. He looks around, it's the middle of the night in an absolutely tiny apartment and he doesn't know how he ended up here and - oh, fuck - the bedroom door opens up and Carmy's certain he's gonna be in so much trouble when the guy turns and says, a little sleep-addled, "Ah, fuck, I remember this."

So, this is how he ends up on his future self's couch as he explains to Carmy that he can apparently time travel now, but he can't control it, which sounds like a nightmare. And Carmy's a little shell-shocked because, fuck, man, that's his future self? He kinda looks like shit. His hair's a mess and he doesn't look like he's been sleeping well, but he's covered in all the sick-ass tattoos so Carmy guesses that's a win.

"Well, you should probably get some sleep," Carmen - does he even still go by Carmy in the future? - stands up and starts to go back to the bedroom when he doubles back. "Oh, shit, I almost forgot."

He goes over to the fridge and pulls out the most delicious-looking slice of chocolate cake Carmy's ever fucking seen. He grabs a fork and hands it to him. Carmy takes it, forever fucking grateful, and takes a bite. He makes an embarrassing noise because, fuck, that's the best cake he's ever had in his life, and he must look funny because Carmen huffs out a laugh. It's the first time he's seen him smile since he got here.

"I knew it was gonna be happening some time this week, so," Carmen says. "Happy birthday, I guess."

Carmy falls asleep soon after that, and wakes up back in his own time.

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Mikey's just about to cook breakfast when a man in a patchy jacket suddenly appears in their kitchen. Instinctively, he arms himself with the empty skillet. He's about to hit the guy over the head when the man yells, "Fuck, Mike! It's just me! Jesus."

He does a double-take at the voice. "Carm?"

"Yeah, yeah." The man - Carmy, apparently, steadies himself with the countertop. He looks at Mikey, gleaning from his expression, "Oh, shit. First time for you then?"

Mikey recognizes Carmy in the stranger's face. The slight frown, the bright blue eyes, the messy hair, all signs point to his little brother but he looks about ten years older. He's got a bit of stubble, way longer hair and a bunch of tattoos running along his arms. "Yeah, yeah, it is. Holy shit, you told me about this, but. It's fucking weird."

"Tell me about it." Carmy replies. He looks down at the table of ingredients and the morning sun shining through the window. "Can I help you with breakfast?"

Mikey can't help but smile at that, handing him the pan. "Yeah, sure. Hey, so when are you from then?"

"2017." Carmy answers, prepping the pan and dicing the onions. "What year is this, then?"

"2009. Fuck, that's a long time." Mike says. "What's been going on with you?"

"No spoilers, sorry," Carmy says. "Might break the universe or something."

"Surely telling me one thing can't hurt." Mike teases.

"I mean," Carmy pauses, weighing his options. "Uh, I got into CIA."

"Central Intelligence?" Mikey says, playing dumb.

"Culinary school, dickhead." Carmy laughs.

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hear me out. carmy watches the bear au. he gets a bunch of unknown tapes in the mail with only words and a series of letters an numbers on the label. (Braciole 1-08) snippet below

It starts– as most bad things in Carmy's life usually starts– with a phone call.

It's 9:30 PM at The Beef. Everyone is clocking out and saying their see-you-tomorrows and Carmy feels like he deserves a quick smoke before he heads home. 

He heads out to the side, sits down on the benches near the dumpster and pulls out his pack. Nearly out now, he thinks he may have to go buy a new one tomorrow. Before he can even put a cigarette between his fingers, his phone vibrates in his pocket.

Incoming call – Unknown Number

Carmy answers, half muscle memory and half because he doesn't have anything better to do.

"Hello?" Carmy's voice says, but Carmy hasn't opened his mouth.

He does a double take. Takes the phone from his ear, checks the number. He presses it back to his ear, listening intently. Was that real?

"Hello?" the voice says again, and– fuck, why does it sound like me? "Is this Carmy?"

Okay, what the fuck? Carmy gathers up the courage to speak and not to end the call entirely. "Uh– yeah. Yeah, that's me. How– how did you get this number?"

The person on the other end of the phone lets out a nervous breath. "Shit, it actually worked. Okay, listen–" the voice says, exactly the cadence and rhythm of Carmy's voice, but a little quieter. "You're gonna get a couple tapes in the mail in a few days. I need you to watch them. The first set's only a couple hours long– could probably do that in one sitting– but just try not to freak out and throw them all away, okay?"

"What the fuck?" Carmy can't stop himself from asking. "Who the fuck is this?"

"Just someone who wants to help," the voice clone replies. "Look– it'll all make sense later. I'll check back in a few to see how you're doing, okay? Take care, Carm."

"No, no, wait–" Carmy hurriedly tries to say. "Who are you? Why the fuck do you sound like me? What tapes– what–?"

The line goes dead.

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(sometime later watching the opening scene of fishes in s2)

Carmy watches the three of them: himself, Sugar and Mikey. *Hey, Mike, can you go inside and be you for a second?* It's a moment in a hundred million unremarkable, imperceptible moments. He remembers that Christmas morning vaguely, the flight from New York, Mikey picking him up from the airport, but he never remembered this.

"Our Mother of Victory," Sugar-on-screen says, breathing out smoke.

"Pray for us," Carmy, Carmy-on-screen and Mikey say, all at once.

He looks at that unsuspecting, naive Carmy and he wishes he could tell him how good he had it.

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thinking abt writing a very meta fic where jamie becomes self-aware abt being a character on a show

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disco elysium au where harry can see ghosts. like actual ghosts not just talking corpses

like what if he notices a man following kim around but when he goes to bring him up, kim doesnt see him

and then kim talks to harry about eyes and the pieces kind of fall into place for him

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has there ever been a real world crossover house md fic? like i've read Intervention (which is awesome, check it out) but i was wondering if there was one with like the actors swapping places with their respective characters?

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the terror fix it fic idea, a spirit haunts the two ships, trying to warn them of their doom, but can only speak things that have been said in the show

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"There has been talk amongst the crew of spirits." Ice Master Thomas Blanky says to Capt. Francis Crozier, whilst the two of them are alone on the upper deck.

"Spirits?"

"They say it does not have a form. It cannot be seen. But it makes itself heard." Thomas continues. "Using the voices of others."

"And you believe these claims?" Francis asks.

Thomas sees right through him. "Don't you?"

"I do." Francis's voice replies, but it does not come from the Captain's mouth. The spirit speaks like the thunderclap of a brewing storm.

His eyes widen in shock. "I - I - That was not - "

Thomas nods, understanding. He turns to face where the sound came from. "What do you want with us?"

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The spirit first speaks to Assistant Surgeon Henry Goodsir, whilst he is checking on the stores.

"Wait, Doctor Goodsir." Lt. Graham Gore says, his voice like wind.

Harry whirls around, expecting someone to have entered the room. When he looks, the door remains shut and he is alone.

"Hello?" he asks the empty room. Lt. Gore must be on the other side of the door, then, if he cannot see him."Come in...?"

Silence greets him. The creaking ship is the only thing he hears. Harry starts to think nothing of it when -

"Run!"

The voice, not Gore's this time, is startlingly close to his ear, almost as if right next to him. He jumps about a foot into the air, before tripping and falling to the ground.

He chalks it up to a hallucination until, a week later, David Young screams that same word before he dies. It is with the same horror and cadence as he heard it a week prior.

He does not tell a soul about this.

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The lines the spirit used were

in "punished, as a boy", crozier says "I'd make you happy. I do make you happy."

in "gore" gore says "There's nothing more natural than pulling weight, Dr. Goodsir." which goodsir mishears as "wait"

in "go for broke" david young says "Run! Run! He wants us to run!" as his dying words

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no bc i want to write a cute elmax summer camp au SO BAD except i have never once gone to summer camp and have absolutely no concept of how they work >:(( but IMAGINE

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ok strangerthingsblr so yknow how you guys are obsessed with eddie munson and joe quinn (its me im you guys)

hear me out:

they switch places!

eddie gets a break for once and meets the amazing cast while joseph has knowledge of the script and can save hawkins!!

imagine they're in the middle of shooting his death scene and "cut!" and the person who was just about to see you die wipes his eyes and is fine??? or you're filming something for a great show and suddenly all the crew and camera equipment is gone and your castmate actually seems to have broken his leg

pls pls say u get me guys like

THINK OF THE POTENTIAL, eddie being okay, joseph saving hawkins, the shenanigans, the ANGST

(also i already have written a tiny bit of it so if yall wanna see that)

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I want a Pat flashback episode, but it’s all 80′s VHS home movie footage.

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hey go check out my ghosts fic that i wrote in an hour with no proofreading

oh, the name wasn't my idea

Daley Butcher has an accident at his office, leaving him able to see people that aren't there.

He drives to Button House, hoping that he would be able to see one particular person.

(basically, daley can see ghosts now because i just want them to reunite.)

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GUYS GUYS GUYS

JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING

GONNA BE A BIT OF A STRETCH BUT WHAT IF THERE WAS AN AU OF

Connor with William's powers/ CONNOR IS WILLIAM WISP??? JUST CHANGED HIS IDENTITY

Hey, hey

If there are any JRWI Prime Defenders/Prime Force and Dear Evan Hansen fans hear me out

So you know how Connor threw a printer at Mrs. G?

What if that was Mrs. Gilbert??

Guys, guys it would be the most wild crossover but i need it in my life

Connor and Harlem being friends!! Connor becoming a superhero maybe??? Connor and William becoming friends??? The possibilities are endless

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Hey, hey

If there are any JRWI Prime Defenders/Prime Force and Dear Evan Hansen fans hear me out

So you know how Connor threw a printer at Mrs. G?

What if that was Mrs. Gilbert??

Guys, guys it would be the most wild crossover but i need it in my life

Connor and Harlem being friends!! Connor becoming a superhero maybe??? Connor and William becoming friends??? The possibilities are endless

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Recently watched the Panic TV Series. Couldn't help myself and wrote a DEH crossover drabble. Might continue it at some point.

Ghosts

"If even one person sees you," Natalie says. "You don't count as invisible anymore."

Dodge Mason's biggest fear is one he hasn't even realized. That he was a ghost himself.

It starts in the second period, English class, middle of the school year. Andrew Dodge Mason is a name nobody knows. He walks the hallways unseen, unnoticed. He walks the halls with only one path, forward. He walks and people scoot over, realizing he's there for a split second and the next he is gone. He feels like a ghost.

He sits down at his seat in the classroom, a row from the back and nearest to the windows.

"Well, I heard he died…"

Someone sits down at the seat behind him, talking to someone else he doesn't see, and utters a name barely audible, the chatter almost drowns it out.

"...a kid named Connor Murphy-"

And his world caves in.

The lighting grows dark, the voices of conversation disappear, and he is standing on nothing.

Suddenly, he is not Andrew Dodge Mason. Suddenly, he does not have a sister named Dayna. Suddenly, he is not in the nowhere town of Carp, Texas.

Suddenly, he is a ghost.

He looks at the front door, polished and pristine. A quaint house on a mundane suburban street. It is quiet. Something was here, something he couldn't quite place.

He wanders into an empty house. People live in it, they talk and they fight, but it is still empty.

He stares at the dinner table. Four chairs, one pushed inward, the others left pulled out. A bouquet of flowers sits there with the tag, "My condolences for Connor, he was a good son."

Connor. Connor Murphy.

The dead kid? He thinks.

He walks up the narrow stairwell to a hallway upstairs. His sister's room is to the left while his is to the right. This was unusual, since his house doesn't have stairs and Dayna's room is on the right side of the hallway. His own room was at the end of the hall.

But, no. This isn't his house, though it is. It truly, fundamentally is but he doesn't feel it is. He's walking in a stranger's house.

There is a voice coming from his sister's room. Soft, mellow singing. The strumming of a guitar.

"Why," she sang. "Should I play the grieving girl and lie? Saying that I miss you..."

Right now, he is not Andrew Dodge Mason. Right now, he has a sister named Zoe. Right now, he is a ghost.

And it is bright again. The murmurs of students come back to his ears. He is sitting at the back of Professor Collins' classroom. He opens his eyes.

If you were to ask Dodge what happened that day, he would say he just dozed off.

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Basically, Connor gets resurrected years after the events of DEH

I have a fanfiction idea

Set five to ten years (maybe even longer) after the events of Dear Evan Hansen, the Connor Project is forgotten by most and Connor Murphy forgotten by almost all. Evan is taking another course in college, while maintaining a freelance writing career, Zoe is working as a counselor for teens, helping other kids like she wished she'd done for Connor, Cynthia and Larry sharing a peaceful retirement apart but still in contact.

Then, Connor wakes up.

He opens his eyes to a bright afternoon, empty bottle of pills in one hand, dead phone in the other. He wonders why he is still breathing. Groaning, he gets up and starts walking away from the park. He doesn't know where he's going or where he is going to go, all he wants it to just walk.

This story can go in any direction from this point! Go ahead and give me your ideas if you have some. Here is just one possibility:

Jared Kleinman's daily commute is usually uneventful. He hops in his car, takes a left on 23rd, right on the next, pass by the small park next to Evan's house and another left to his office. Simple. What isn't simple is he almost hits a kid with his car whilst looking at his phone for a minute. (All his teachers were right, apparently. Don't text and drive.)

Jared jumps out of his car right away, making sure he didn't just fucking kill a kid. "Holy shit, I am so sorry. Are you okay?"

The teenager looks disheveled but okay, long brown hair blocking his face, black hoodie... He thought he had moved past thinking about Connor Murphy but the resemblance was uncanny.

The kid raised his head, brushed the hair out of his face. "Uh, yeah. I'm fine, thanks. Sorry."

That was the face of a dead kid. Jared looks somewhere else, at a tree behind the kid to stop himself from thinking about him. "I was the one who almost ran you over. Don't be sorry, kid."

"Yeah. Uh, thanks?" Connor Murphy The kid replies.

"D'you need a ride? To school or something?" The words come out of his mouth before he has a chance to stop it.

The kid looks around for a bit before shrugging his shoulders. "Okay, yeah. You know where Franklin High School is?"

His old high school. The one where he saw Connor Murphy for the last time. "I know where that is. It's only around 15 minutes from here."

The kid nods an awkwardly gets into the backseat. He adjusts the seat a little, his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.

"I used to go there actually."

"Yeah?" He seems uninterested.

"There was a classmate I used to see in the hallway. I wish I got to know him better."

Jared sees the kid's eyes shift from the window to him. "What happened?"

"He, uh, died."

"Oh." The kid just replies, fiddling with his jacket pocket.

They are silent for the rest of the car ride. Fifteen minutes later, they arrive.

The next minute, the kid who looks like Connor Murphy's twin exits his car and walks into the campus. He drives off.

If you were to ask Jared Kleinman who he saw that day, he'd first respond with "How the hell do you know about that?" then with,

"A ghost."

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I have a fanfiction idea

Set five to ten years (maybe even longer) after the events of Dear Evan Hansen, the Connor Project is forgotten by most and Connor Murphy forgotten by almost all. Evan is taking another course in college, while maintaining a freelance writing career, Zoe is working as a counselor for teens, helping other kids like she wished she'd done for Connor, Cynthia and Larry sharing a peaceful retirement apart but still in contact.

Then, Connor wakes up.

He opens his eyes to a bright afternoon, empty bottle of pills in one hand, dead phone in the other. He wonders why he is still breathing. Groaning, he gets up and starts walking away from the park. He doesn't know where he's going or where he is going to go, all he wants it to just walk.

This story can go in any direction from this point! Go ahead and give me your ideas if you have some. Here is just one possibility:

Jared Kleinman's daily commute is usually uneventful. He hops in his car, takes a left on 23rd, right on the next, pass by the small park next to Evan's house and another left to his office. Simple. What isn't simple is he almost hits a kid with his car whilst looking at his phone for a minute. (All his teachers were right, apparently. Don't text and drive.)

Jared jumps out of his car right away, making sure he didn't just fucking kill a kid. "Holy shit, I am so sorry. Are you okay?"

The teenager looks disheveled but okay, long brown hair blocking his face, black hoodie... He thought he had moved past thinking about Connor Murphy but the resemblance was uncanny.

The kid raised his head, brushed the hair out of his face. "Uh, yeah. I'm fine, thanks. Sorry."

That was the face of a dead kid. Jared looks somewhere else, at a tree behind the kid to stop himself from thinking about him. "I was the one who almost ran you over. Don't be sorry, kid."

"Yeah. Uh, thanks?" Connor Murphy The kid replies.

"D'you need a ride? To school or something?" The words come out of his mouth before he has a chance to stop it.

The kid looks around for a bit before shrugging his shoulders. "Okay, yeah. You know where Franklin High School is?"

His old high school. The one where he saw Connor Murphy for the last time. "I know where that is. It's only around 15 minutes from here."

The kid nods an awkwardly gets into the backseat. He adjusts the seat a little, his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.

"I used to go there actually."

"Yeah?" He seems uninterested.

"There was a classmate I used to see in the hallway. I wish I got to know him better."

Jared sees the kid's eyes shift from the window to him. "What happened?"

"He, uh, died."

"Oh." The kid just replies, fiddling with his jacket pocket.

They are silent for the rest of the car ride. Fifteen minutes later, they arrive.

The next minute, the kid who looks like Connor Murphy's twin exits his car and walks into the campus. He drives off.

If you were to ask Jared Kleinman who he saw that day, he'd first respond with "How the hell do you know about that?" then with,

"A ghost."

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I've made this blog for the sole reason that I do not want my main mutuals to see

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Alright, hello! Glad to be here.