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crack_van2012-12-26 07:04 pm
hamimifk.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2012-12-26 07:04 pm
(fic) age/sex/location by CamouflageCamel (PG)
Fandom: HOMESTUCK
Pairing: John/Dave
Length: 4,140
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
camouflagecamel
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read: Mute!Dave is something I never once thought of before, but it made so much headcanon sense as soon as I began reading this fic. The idea that all his rambling metaphors, and just rambling in general, is a way to make up for an inability to speak is brilliant, and even more so is John learning Sign Language so he can communicate with Dave on a moreintimatepersonal level. The humor is spot on and the sweetness of Dave and John's relationship is perfect. \^o^/
Summary:
John starts to love it when Dave talks with his hands.
Excerpt:
It turns out that ASL is offered as a course in the school’s linguistics department. John signs up to audit one (because he’s already got too many classes on his plate: who knew geology was so much work?), and from then on it’s Tuesdays and Thursdays with a class full of kids looking to fulfill a humanities requirement. The professor even states outright that the course is more of a primer than anything else, which is sort of disappointing. But it’s a start, and that’s better than nothing.
It takes a couple of months before John builds up the courage to say anything. He’s looking through the fridge one day when Dave passes by, drops into a chair at the kitchen table, and sends him a message.
TG: we have a serious fucking crisis egbert
TG: were out of milk
TG: i considered calling the national guard but it seemed like too big of a mission for them
TG: so it looks like youre the only man for the job now
John clears his throat (he’s not even sure why), turns, and clumsily signs back what he thinks is the equivalent of ‘get it yourself, asshole’.
There’s a moment of silence, where Dave goes completely still. John’s heart skips a beat, and then Dave’s tapping away furiously at his phone. A message pops up on John’s PDA.
TG: what the hell was that egbert
The classes plus self-study means that the alphabet is a piece of cake by now, so John has no problem forming the letters ‘A’, ‘S’, and ‘L’.
TG: really
TG: because you just told me to go fuck a toaster
John gapes. “Seriously?”
Dave’s eyebrows lift skyward: he’s rolling his eyes behind his shades.
TG: no retard
TG: but why are you even learning sign language
TG: i dont know if you forgot
TG: i mean i can never tell with you
TG: but you can actually talk
TG: this is a pretty useless endeavor
TG: dont you have rocks to categorize or something
John blurts his answer before he can even really think about the words he’s saying.
“I want to understand you,” he says. “By looking at you, I mean. I’m learning it for you.”
age/sex/location
Pairing: John/Dave
Length: 4,140
Author on LJ:
camouflagecamelAuthor Website: AO3
Why this must be read: Mute!Dave is something I never once thought of before, but it made so much headcanon sense as soon as I began reading this fic. The idea that all his rambling metaphors, and just rambling in general, is a way to make up for an inability to speak is brilliant, and even more so is John learning Sign Language so he can communicate with Dave on a more
Summary:
John starts to love it when Dave talks with his hands.
Excerpt:
It turns out that ASL is offered as a course in the school’s linguistics department. John signs up to audit one (because he’s already got too many classes on his plate: who knew geology was so much work?), and from then on it’s Tuesdays and Thursdays with a class full of kids looking to fulfill a humanities requirement. The professor even states outright that the course is more of a primer than anything else, which is sort of disappointing. But it’s a start, and that’s better than nothing.
It takes a couple of months before John builds up the courage to say anything. He’s looking through the fridge one day when Dave passes by, drops into a chair at the kitchen table, and sends him a message.
TG: we have a serious fucking crisis egbert
TG: were out of milk
TG: i considered calling the national guard but it seemed like too big of a mission for them
TG: so it looks like youre the only man for the job now
John clears his throat (he’s not even sure why), turns, and clumsily signs back what he thinks is the equivalent of ‘get it yourself, asshole’.
There’s a moment of silence, where Dave goes completely still. John’s heart skips a beat, and then Dave’s tapping away furiously at his phone. A message pops up on John’s PDA.
TG: what the hell was that egbert
The classes plus self-study means that the alphabet is a piece of cake by now, so John has no problem forming the letters ‘A’, ‘S’, and ‘L’.
TG: really
TG: because you just told me to go fuck a toaster
John gapes. “Seriously?”
Dave’s eyebrows lift skyward: he’s rolling his eyes behind his shades.
TG: no retard
TG: but why are you even learning sign language
TG: i dont know if you forgot
TG: i mean i can never tell with you
TG: but you can actually talk
TG: this is a pretty useless endeavor
TG: dont you have rocks to categorize or something
John blurts his answer before he can even really think about the words he’s saying.
“I want to understand you,” he says. “By looking at you, I mean. I’m learning it for you.”
age/sex/location
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