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asukaskerian · 30 days

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Battlefield Terra is one of those works that just...changed my brain chemistry for so many reasons. I still go back and read it and think about it. This isnt an ask to return to it (though wouldn't be upset) but just to like thank you for putting the amount of it that you did out there

.__. *squish squish* thank you.

i cannot REMEMBER for the life of me if i ever posted any of the scene bits i had written in the chapter i never completed. first scene is actually one i love a lot, but then the battle scene was overtly complex and too long and had required so many rewrites and nothing worked. hghghhg.

but. anyway. this is the scene with the fallout from the "oh shit i kissed the alien am I GAY after all?????? oh fucking hell why did i notice JUST AT THE SAME TIME AS I NOTICE HOW MUCH HE'S NEVER GONNA *DECIDE NOT TO GO HOME* vfbndjh gnx;"

"And this is why it never pays to be stingy with technology," Jane said philosophically from the bucket seat next to John.

Strapped in like a sausage in its skin, John still managed to turn his helmet and grin at his sister. "Aw, come on, you didn't want the industry to cut into its profit margin, did you."

In the corner of his -- of all the pilots' -- glasses was an explosion of Spanish and Chinese sentences, nonsensical words, and Roxy-worthy typos.

The industry thing was mostly a joke; the think-typing-thoughts interface had first been developed for quadriplegics and amputees, and outside of hardcore nerds and professionals whose job required they be able to code very fast, people still preferred using their actual hands. One good reason for it: at the level of miniaturization necessary to put the brain sensors into glasses, it was new enough to still be expensive.

The new communication hub was a complete mess of hundreds of people trying it on for the first time, and it was hilarious.

"--Wow, hey, I know what that guy is doing! Oh my god, it's excellent, he's trying to think in sign language." Roxy giggled, tried to kick her feet only they were also strapped in. The craft was still accelerating, after all. Bleh. "Only then he has to transcribe into English, and he's doing it super literally! Hehehe."

Jane perked up a little. "Huh! No wonder the grammar was odd."

ID28YB: holy shit were all guna die in space aaaa

ID28YB: on the upside italics!

ID17NC: fuck how do you backspace backspacebacmlnpi

ID13JA: SARGANT MY CAPCLOSK IS FUCKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ID01JA: Like shit it is, PrivatE.

ID01JA: DamN.

ID98NZ: fifty Nine bottles of beer ON THE WALL, take one DOWN pass itaround FIftynIneBOTTLES on Thewall!!!!!

"I'll be so glad when they lock it down to emergency communications again," Jade said from John's other side, and sighed.

"At least the bosses forbid them to use colors," John said, trying for consoling. (He kind of failed, mostly because he was snickering.)

Jake chuckled from his seat at the end of the line, on Jade's other side, but didn't add anything. He hadn't really been talking much ever since they took off, and since they couldn't lean out of their seats it was really hard to see what face he was making. John wondered if he was worried about --

Of course he was worried. And if John thought about all the reasons why, he was going to start to fret too. His stomach was already in a knot behind the adrenaline grin, no need to double down on it.

"Hey Jake," he threw out, with no idea what kind of light-conversation topic he was going to pull out. "D'you think--"

"Say, chaps, I think I feel lighter!" Jake interrupted.

"Huh, yeah, maybe?" John tried to bounce his leg and wasn't sure if there was a difference yet. It was hard to feel the lessening weight of his body when it was such a knot of anticipation already, and when he couldn't move. "Wow. Are we reaching cruising speed already? There was no announcement--"

The door opened and Corporal Vantas stepped through.

(Not Karkat. There was a difference.)

"Woohoo, you clean up nice!" Roxy said with a whistle as he stalked closer in his alien boots and his space-black flight suit, head bare but for the jarringly pink headset nestled against his horns. John noticed all over again that his skin was slate gray, that his eyes were violently red and yellow.

That he moved through the heavy gravity of the rocket's push like it wasn't even there, when John himself -- at least at first -- would have wobbled.

"What mean -- no, I don't care."

He sat beside Jake in the free seat at the end that should have gone to Dirk, and disappeared from John's view, what with the helmets and the protruding edges of the bucket seats. John swallowed and put a smile on his face, even though no one was going to see him. For a second he had thought Karkat was coming toward him. Haha, silly.

"No more talk with the Generals, Karkat?" Jane asked, tone forcefully light.

"Mm. No."

"Talk with us now? Do you have anything important to say or just hanging out?"

John's eyes flitted over the logs on his glasses, the higher ranks starting to organize to separate the chatter by platoons. It was still mostly banter and bad jokes.

"...Hanging out? Yes. Hanging out. Here, not... other here. I'm Corporal not General, it's not fucking right I'm with them."

It was the exact same tone the Marines John knew used when they got offended when their chain of command got dumbass ideas. Heh.

Maybe a little hesitation. Maybe just the translation issues.

JH: haha, you guys *wish* you could type in colors!

ID28YB: if by colors u mean rainbow fruity goodness then sure :(

ID28YB: i wanted mauve goddamn!!

JH: maybe better that you can't have it, echidna would have had to cut you. :'(

(Urgh. He missed Rose. He wished she were well enough to fight with them today.)

Jade joined the conversation, asked Karkat about... John wasn't listening. What the politicos had told him, when he was alone with them without a translator. Stuff. Boring stuff.

Karkat's low, gravelly voice kept slipping into his ears no matter how hard he tried not to pay attention to the words. ("You talk I fall on you a lot. Maybe you want --")

Anyway when the loudspeaker in the wall started talking he was pretty glad.

"Attention troops, cruise speed has been reached. Stay seated until your immediate superior allows you to stand..."

Two clicks echoed around him, Jade and Roxy undoing their security harnesses in unison.

"Oh my god, I'm so stiff," Jade groaned. "I'm going to check on Remington, anyone wanna come with?"

"You sit still for longer stretches of time in battle," Jane pointed out as she freed herself in turn, as Jake was still fighting his clasps.

"In battle my seat is perfectly adapted to my butt!"

The girls started to file out, talking about butts, and John almost heard Dave mentioning butt massages, almost mentioned it himself but. No. That would have been wrong even if two thirds of the lot weren't family.

He thought of following them. He would just skip along, snicker and stretch his legs and tease the Marines and...

"See you guys later," he said instead, waving without looking, heart a pulsating knot in his throat. "Karkat and I have to practice the telepathy-typing thing. Well, mostly me."

He closed his eyes for a few seconds, listened to the tread of boots on the hard plastic floor.

He didn't need to look in order to know which one of them was Karkat, getting up and moving one seat down the line.

Leaving one seat empty between them. Huh. John wasn't sure how to take that one.

"Huhn. You want telepathy now?"

John winced to himself. "It's pretty much now or in the middle of battle, isn't it?"

A beat of silence, and then Karkat grunted an acknowledgement. "Mm."

"Mm," John agreed, and kept on not making a move toward his own headset. Karkat's was already in place, possibly already turned on. John just had to tap.

"Maybe we speak and then headsets," Karkat suggested.

"... Yeah, maybe that."

John made a superfluous noise of agreement, and then groaned and pushed his helmet off his head, tucked it between his feet. He took his gloves off next, dropped them inside the helmet, and then buried both hands in his hair to scratch and rub with vigorous frustration. It did not soothe him as much as he had hoped for.

"This is the worst timing," he groaned, muffled, as he curled forward until he could prop his elbows on his thighs and lace his fingers behind his head. His spine cracked.

The worst timing, and the worst thing. He wasn't sure he'd have taken it much better elsewhere, with more time to take care of the fallout. It sucked. His head was a mess just when he absolutely needed to be as perfectly in the zone as he had ever been in his entire life.

"I'm sorry," Karkat said quietly. "We do big things today. I was stupid. Even if you said oh yes good, kissing! it's other things in our head and we can't have other things in our head now. I didn't do the good thing."

John groaned quietly, face prickling with heat, and closed his eyes. "No, it's... Yeah. Yeah, okay, that wasn't -- the right time. But you... You were right. I was looking."

He hadn't managed to stop looking even once since he'd seen Karkat naked, coming out of his slime. Maybe he had even been looking before that, playing it off as fascination with Karkat's alienness. Kind of like 'haha no I just like looking at his horns because they're weird, so random amirite!' only with everything else on top of the horns, like his little bitey teeth on goth-black lips and his bare toes and the fit of his goddamn dress suit at the summit--

"So why--" Karkat fell silent, drew in a breath, and then released it in a long, hissing sigh and muttered under his breath in alienese. John couldn't even offer a guess from the tone this time around.

Why did you kiss back, he could have been asking. Why did you stop kissing. Why did you never make a move. Why did you make a move now. Why are you such an idiotic mess.

Answer was the same for all of them, anyway. "I don't know."

"Why do you not know that?!" Karkat shot back -- more incredulous than angry, but John winced anyway. "How you look at a people and don't know, and other people tell you 'yes, them' and you say 'haha, no' and you're wrong?"

"Oh, shut up!" John snapped as he threw himself back into his chair, his arms coming up to cross tight against his ribs. Even now he couldn't look toward Karkat at all, shoulders curled in and away from the other man. His stomach felt like someone was squeezing it with both hands; his face still prickled with mortification. It was awful, he wanted to get up and run just to get moving, stop having to think on it -- leave the feeling behind -- but he knew better than to think it would work. He knew better and he still wanted to try, flinching and too tense; what a shit condition for battle. Fuck. "I know, okay? I'm the most stupid jerk--"

Karkat's hand was hot even through the glove.

He tugged on John's elbow, lightly, squeezed a little.

"Zhann."

"... Sorry."

"No, I'm sorry," he said, sounding tired, and his hand fell from John's arm. "It's shit words."

John sneaked him a look; Karkat wasn't looking directly at John either, mouth pinched in discomfort, eyes dim somehow.

"Is it I'm alien and it's gross? So you don't in your head because ... haha, gross, can't be true--"

"No!" John spluttered, turning in his seat as much as he could to face him. "No, no, you being an alien is -- it is weird, but it's not bad, it's just not normal. It's... You're a guy?"

Karkat looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed. "Huhn?"

God. It figured. For all the joking about Karkat being gay that John had been doing like an asshole, he'd mentioned an old girlfriend too, and the cat girl who liked him that he didn't want to lead on, and it had never felt like she was disqualified because of boobs.

Also -- ugh, thanks Dirk and his casual beach gossipping -- Karkat thought Jade's butt was nice, and so was Mr. Strider's. So. Bisexual.

The way he looked now, baffled and not liking it, it was a little like he had never heard of someone who wasn't. Oh boy. What a mess. John raked a hand through his hair, tried to get back into explaining mode.

"It's -- we're mammals, remember? We need a boy and a girl to. To make little humans. That means normally we don't want other males, or other females, because -- there can be no babies? So a boy doesn't have a boyfriend, he has a girlfriend, and... The other way around, too. Boy and girl, yes, boy and boy no?"

"... Huhn."

"I mean. Some men like men! Dirk and Mr. Strider like men. But they knew it pretty early on. They knew when they were kids -- when they were small? -- that they were like that. And I've never." He swallowed. "I've never. Thought about a guy. Like that."

"Oh."

"And it's really weird." He gave a twitch of a shrug, looked away. "... And I don't know if it's because of the telepathy."

"Oh," Karkat said again, but this time he sounded stricken, not baffled.

John dropped a hand on Karkat's forearm across the empty seat, patted awkwardly -- wanted to squeeze or hold his wrist (or hold his hand) but that was just -- even such a short touch made his stomach twist with odd queasiness, his face flush back to maximum redness. "It's okay, buddy. I don't -- it's just. ... Don't feel bad, okay, that's stupid, I just -- it is weird, but --"

Karkat's breastbone beeped. Scowling down, he fished his tablet out of his collar, unrolled it, shook it stiff. Oh. Little countdown shown in rows of dots, going one by one from red to dark.

Five seconds to a dot, fifteen dots to a row, and how many rows... Hm. Ten minutes left before... John wasn't sure. They weren't going to be there yet in ten minutes.

"My mech. Gotta wake up, it's slow." Karkat waved a brisk hand, eyebrows furled in worry.

John closed his eyes. "Do you want to practice the mind-typing?"

"It's not want," Karkat grunted, slanting him a look. "... It's going to be bad."

"Mm."

"We need bigger time, not this," he added, tapping the tablet with the outside curve of a claw.

John tried out a dry shrug, and thought to himself that he really didn't enjoy it, that 'if you fuck this up you will have fucked everything up' feeling. Dread was for the battlefield, not for stupid interpersonal relationships.

"Probably. We can keep working on it once we're in our mechs, too..."

Karkat snorted, replied something in alienese that had to be 'We had better.'

Yeah, okay. John just had to put his helmet back on.

"We don't have time for this crap!" he growled -- whined, if he wanted to be fair, something strangled and pleading, frustrated.

"Mnh."

John curled forward, hands cupping his temples, elbows on his knees. "Damn it. I don't -- I can't -- in ten minutes, that's too--"

There was no way he was going to be able to stop thinking about all the things he didn't want to think about, all the things -- the petty, selfish things -- he didn't want Karkat to know about.

Like the incontrovertible fact that no matter what John figured out he wanted, whatever compromises they found with each other, there was no magic button that would make Karkat stay.

He'd been in Karkat's head too much to imagine for one second he would weigh out John and the dubious safety Earth offered him against his people -- his people abused and thrown out like shark bait to be mowed down by enemies and superiors alike -- and choose John.

John was pretty sure Karkat wouldn't even choose Gamzee.

"Do you want sex."

John flinched around and back so fast he hit his shoulder blade against one of the edges of the seat.

Karkat was looking back at him -- steady, John thought at first, but his lower eyelids were tight, his cheeks just a little dusky. The heat on John's face cooled down just barely at that.

"I ask so it's not more alien bullshit thing. It's what you want?"

"Oh my god," John protested, looking around wildly in case anyone had managed to open the sealing doors to the small room without the hiss of pneumatics warning them. "I don't know! I'm not -- I swear I'm not lying, I don't -- this is freaking me out."

"I see that, dumbass," Karkat said, but almost nicely. "You're so bad in your head, I don't know you can get that much a clusterfuck."

John groaned, slumped forward again.

"... Mouth thing, was good?"

"... Yeah."

"Touching?"

John gave a little grunt, eyes closed.

"Want where?"

"Why do you need to know?!"

There was a moment of silence like Karkat rolling his eyes, or maybe just watching him, waiting. John didn't check.

"Zhann."

"... Horns? Maybe your hands. I kind of. Want to see your claws. We could sit close? We could--" He choked. His face prickled so hot it almost hurt. He wanted to touch Karkat's face, follow his nose with a fingertip -- he wanted Karkat to allow that, the trust and closeness it would mean.

"That's where?" Karkat grumbled, gave John a frustrated look. John tore his eyes away, ducked his head. Where had he -- when they had kissed (his mouth tingled like an echo) -- when Karkat was so close, almost on his lap, what had he --

"Your thighs," he whispered, dizzy with nerves and shame. "Inside." He clenched his knees together, hands knotted between them -- oh, Karkat's legs clamped down on his hand, all warm and snug. Muscles bunching, straining. So close to his -- his. Oh shit, John couldn't pop a boner inside his flight suit, not while Karkat was watching, while they were hashing out how much of a total clusterfuck this was going to be.

There was silence for too long -- three seconds, ten, every single one tightening his shoulders, knotting his guts worse, nausea and heat mingling dizzyingly.

"... Put your head thing on, Zhann."

John groaned out loud. "Are you kidding me, I will die. I don't want you to -- there's too much, it's. We can't!"

But when he glanced at the tablet still across Karkat's lap they were down to the last two rows of dots and it was now or never. More accurately, now or on the battlefield when they were supposed to coordinate two forces that had never fought together against ... however many of those aliens who wouldn't have followed some random high-ranked asshole from nowhere into open rebellion.

He shoved the helmet down before he could think about it twice. It felt too tight, like he was going to strangle, to be crushed.

Karkat felt too close; an empty seat between them and John still remembered him in Excalibur's cockpit, how easy it would have been to slip on his lap and kiss and--

(Yeah okay definitely sexual there) flitted through his mind from Karkat, alongside ... surprise, oh wow, so violent, stop feeling, not the end of the world --

John flashed back to his previous thought -- sitting next to each other and his hand trapped between strong thighs and oh shit he was getting hard, no, no --

(hand pushing higher) echoed back briefly, edged with curiosity, a spark of -- Karkat shook his head, slapped his own hands down onto his knees, hard enough to sting. John startled. "Okay!" Karkat said, staring straight ahead.

He was maybe smiling a little.

Okay yes we need to talk later I don't fuck and run (do you?)

John spluttered. "How would I know!" I've never/and run where anyway we're on an island!

Take your mech, zip off? (laughter) (mister space pilot, so locked in.) Wait, never? How old-- oh right no one around only older adults and your tangleclan/friends and you can't with half of them because blah blah mammals (and not boys? Why not boys. Aliens what the fuck.)

John groaned again, hands on his helmet since he couldn't get to his face. Could have Rose or Roxy! Roxy was my first kiss! (haha sloppy-alright-nice but I saw you fingers up your nose too much as a kid sorry John I like you tender-nice but it all fizzed out) and Rose kissed me on a dare and it was like kissing Jane it was horrible.

And that was the entire fucking extent of your romantic and sexual experience oh my dear little dark gods that's pitiful. (sharp/teal/lovely-blade moaning over me (tight-soft-deep) other hurried hands in dark corners--) shit sorry--

Oh. Of course Karkat had had sex before. Of course he would know more, of course John was hopelessly late and useless -- he couldn't even bring himself to think about, about kissing, never mind what happened later, he was a kid--

The tablet beeped.

"Shit," Karkat said in English, and another few words that echoed as bounce me around on a bladed dildo. Which, yeowch. He turned to stare at John, already half out of his seat and leaning forward, a claw-tipped hand clenched on the armrest. "(I gotta get going now. John, do you--)"

He was leaning forward like he was about to kiss John, if John hadn't been wearing a helmet, and John knew full well that wasn't at all what he'd been doing, knew because he was in Karkat's brain, and still couldn't help but fear-hope for it.

(I'll kiss you if we win) flashed between them, too fast to hold back. No wait sorry (god it'd feel nice) we have to talk first and -- not now, cannot be now.

John laughed, mostly from nerves. I'll come with you (sit in cockpit think tappy thoughts oh my god they'll love transcripts of your foul mouth be hilarious what if I accidentally transcribe the sex thoughts too oh no oh no--)

Karkat's hand caught his wrist.

"(Do you trust me,)" he said low and intense, in an alienese that John almost didn't notice as not English from how strong the mind-echo was.

The response came embarrassingly instantaneous. "Of course I --" He swallowed. What do you want me to do?

Okay. (You are ridiculous) (thank you.)

Karkat crinkled his golden-red eyes at John and for the first time John realized he doesn't mind how I feel.

Crushes happen, Karkat replied almost casually, with a little pleased-flattered-glad trill running underneath. Crushes happen to me in particular all the damn time so I have no stones to throw. (I know this one is worse, tangled-odd with headsets but it was kind of predictable too especially because of the headsets.)

A harsh beep.

No more time. Follow me?

Follow you where, John wondered, and then Karkat showed him.

His mind nudged closer. Body alive with battle arousal, heart thumping too fast, just barely shaky in his body and he need-wanted John's cheerful-calm interest, his certainty. They should absolutely not kiss before the battle because he would cling and waste time hoping for time to stop instead and also they really needed to hash that shit out but oh, so smug that he'd been right all along. His face winced briefly at whatever echo John sent back, and then he --

(Terrifying/not right/I will never manage alone.)

John's gorge rose. (can't let that happen/you're not alone (I'm not alone either can't be please god--)

(Good,) rang like a bell between them, and then Karkat's direct, almost forceful Dive(/echo/merge) with me.

John's hands closed tight enough on the armrests that the hard plastic cracked under his fingertips at the thought, visualized like two discordant graphs slowly entering resonance, like rebounding, endless echoes -- the pattering, muted thunder of armies in lockstep. But -- but too close so many things I can't share, how?! Can't sync if we're like this I'm mortified (want to die/hide/wash it out of my brain) you're -- you're --

I want to fight. (Scared to fight.) I need to fight. Silly flurry of thoughts -- bothersome, I have them too (misjudged when to tell people about psychics, misjudged you, (this is not a romcom where you are the heroine what the fuck Vantas,) could have endangered/maybe did endanger the operation twice) we can sync on that! (would be bad). Or we can sync on --

Mechs. Piloting.

Winning the goddamn battle.

We had better not think of beds, John sent Karkat, smile shaking on his face. Karkat snorted back, crooking him a smile.

They bumped foreheads -- or forehead and helmet -- and straightened up, because it was time to go.

They stood (John stood) and walked to the door, one-two, one-two. (Easier if we walk in sync, they agreed, and wondered if it would also work mirrored. But they would experiment later, John, now where was the hangar?)

It was… odd, not quite seamless, little twitches of individual thoughts -- not like last time, at the conference.

It was easier when a Marine came across them -- Sergeant, look at the shoulder bars -- and said, "I was assigned to escort, uh, you, Corporal Vantas..."

"We're coming," they assured her with two mouths (unnecessary) (but which is it again.) "How long do we have left?"

"Four minutes," she said, carefully expressionless in her bulking power armor, the helmet politely open still as she placed herself opposite from the claws side.

Can you blame her though? haha.

It's not like I didn't help patch those weaknesses.

How'd you even find -- oh, yeah.

Of course horn sense would perceive the electricity field where crucial wires ran, the way a solid plate trembled under a headbutt at the weaker places, of course Karkat's terror would crank his pitiful amount of sensitivity up higher and the luck of frenetic, half-blind panic do the rest.

The upgraded armor would be a little harder but they had the brute strength to punch through and the claws to tear wiring free. Should be easy -- but the Marines weren't the enemy. Strong-respectful-friendly-safe. Distant-confused too (we're too young for how much weight/responsibility we carry) but nice, mostly.

The bay where they were keeping (dad) the mech was empty, if well-guarded; the Marines had taken the warning that the biomechs sometimes ate people to heart, it seemed. Which was hilarious, because (dad) was way too tired to lunge and chomp, which... wasn't funny at all, actually. (When they won, the first thing they'd do would be to put him to a feeding/repairs station.)

They scaled the black-shelled side of the mech, pushing and pulling each body from handhold to foothold -- chinks in the shell, the edge of a plate. (They avoided the gaping cavity of its ripped-away manipulating-arm, no matter how convenient it would have been for a step-up.) The edge of the cockpit opening was cracked open like a wound, ready to be pushed through -- convenient but loose because dad was tired; worrying but nothing to be done for now -- thank god they'd gotten the flight suit back because those weird cotton clothes were a clinging, heavy pain when soaked through with neural gel...

Oh right. John's flight suit might not react quite well to the neural fluid now that dad-mech knew it. What if it dissolved? Haha, naked in the cockpit. Or more like half-naked with strategically placed, slowly widening holes, talk about a porn flick setting. Didn't help that the dissolving/digesting gels used to clean dirt and dead skin cells might also trigger if Dad felt contrary enough and also eat through yeah okay, that was an unsexy thought. John/Karkat crouched, one body on the solid edge, one across the cracked-open plates, and then sinking, eyes closed.

It was the perfect temperature inside, but that never made that first deep breath of gel any easier. He breathed air deeper with the body still outside, like the unencumbered-lungs feeling could help (it helped, even though oxygen wasn't going to come through telepathically. Bodies were stupidly easy to trick.) and settled inside within the nest of coils, seeking out the one that went -- ow, yeah, there, in the flight suit slot at the base of his neck, between the vertebrae.

Wake up, he thought at it, through the neural gel and through the spinal tap, letting it feel his nerve impulses so they could sync more thoroughly. Wake up, (flight systems, weapon arms, no more standby) there's a battle coming.

Once the process was started it was a matter of waiting until it was sufficiently awake (and burning through the last of its energy.) The Karkat body wiggled into place, let the other tentacles slot into their ports to read his every muscle twitch, so the mech would be ready to move before he even thought it coherently enough to decide exactly what movement he wanted, and then settled down.

It was easier to keep in sync if they weren't both doing different things. The John body waited until the other one was at rest and then stood up, let himself slide along rib covers until gravity flung him off entirely, still pretty high over the ground; he landed in a perfectly timed crouch, laughing a little in admiration (Gods of the Devouring-dark but this body was convenient) and walked out of the hangar.

The Marines at the door didn't look at him like a stranger-threat or even a superior-officer-threat, more like a low-caste soldier might look at a beloved high-blue who cared-possessive for them (still dangerous in the abstract, never quite controllable, but theirs.) It was so strange, so normal.

"Is Corporal Vantas going to stay inside his mech?" the sergeant asked him, falling into step.

"Yes, Sergeant," he assured her soberly. "Until we go."

They weren't sure why that got them a weird look, but it was probably nothing to fret about. The metal mechs' bay door was just there -- similarly guarded but they let John/Karkat pass without a word; one of them nodded at him, fierce and grim-eyed. He nodded back the same way, and then -- oh -- worried that it might worry them, because John usually joked before a battle and soldiers didn't like things to be different. Bad luck. But by then they were at the lift and it was a bit too late to fret about the mental state of grunts.

They opened the cockpit and walked in, swung around to sit. The butt-hollow still felt wrong.

So many buttons and toggles and it was a wonder John never got them wrong regarding which did what. (Heh.)

The arm-rest where Karkat had sat ... for a moment John-alone was sent reeling, buzzing, experiencing it from the other side -- the tingle of excitement-certainty, that wordless moment when you finally knew the other person was interested, had been flirting back, the pleasure-relief of feeling wanted and known. So touching-surprising-soft to find John so far from cocky carelessness, from being sure of Karkat.

It was sweet, Karkat felt. John stared at the screens he was bringing to life and read the words he knew by heart like they might have changed somehow, tried to think war thoughts.

Weapons check, Karkat thought, tinged with apology-for-the-distraction, tinged with fondness/you-are-sweet.

John went through a weapons check.

They'd left him Excalibur's usual monofilament swords, breakable as they were -- one-hit kills was more Dave's thing than John's -- but he had his hammer too, and the more usual set of bombs and missiles.

Also two EMP bombs. He thought back to Karkat shying away from the microwave and the difference in yield and --

Yeowch vicious yeah that'll work. Not through the home-ship hull (gotta shield from star radiations) but it'll work. How come no one generals-making-plans told me we had that -- wait fuck I'm stupid of course no one would tell me when they were still considering using it on me. It'll work on the biomechs and probably the troop transports but I don't know about the range.

Excal's got good radiation shields, so we can get pretty close and make sure of the kill, John reminded him, and then Karkat reminded him they weren't supposed to wade in, just watch-coordinate from the back.

Like that'll last, they both thought, so closely that maybe neither one had thought it first, that they'd just both had the exact same amused-despairing reaction.

They went through the flight check in comfortable, whispering quiet.

#battlefield terra #asuka writes #this dates from 2017 sobs #homestuck #jonhkat

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daisyvisions · 7 months

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Hi daisy, hope you're okay!!

Mini thought dump (I did do a fluff post about this) but thought I'd ask about a variation on it here~

I'm sure we've all heard of the phrase "the bigger they are, the harder they fall". Well imagine, you're with your mutual crush? or your bf? whichever is more fitting. And you're both teasing each other and somehow that exact phrase slips out of his mouth. And you're quick to say "either that's a lie, or you can't like me as much as you say you do,". A bit too quick for their liking.

Whilst it's clear you're joking, your partner raises a brow, as if daring you to continue, though the look in their eyes has darkened. When you don't speak, he asks, "sorry?" Still nothing. Imagine he takes a step towards you. One step too many for your liking. He doesn't give you much of a chance to scramble for words when he presses, "go on, baby. Tell me. What do you mean?"

One look at his face tells you it's too late for you to back down or sweet talk your way out. So instead, you remain firm, "exactly what I said. I can't imagine you could've fallen that hard, at least not if what they say is true."

Imagine, there's one more step taken to close the distance between you both. Except that step is taken by you. You look him sharp in the eyes, before continuing, "but only you'd be able to confirm. So do enlighten me," a daring hand reaches forward and hooks itself onto his waistband, "just how true is it?"

"You just never know when to shut that pretty little mouth of yours, do you?" Imagine, his fingers slipping through your belt loops before pulling you into his body (with very little effort, I might add). "Since you're so eager to know, I guess we should find out." He leans his face closer to you, your cheeks brushing as his voice sounds, low in your ear, "But I'll have you know, I'm no liar. Especially not with my likes and dislikes." His lips graze your cheek as he moves to meet your gaze, still speaking - you're fairly sure it's on purpose, "So I hope you're prepared because you..." his lips now ghosting yours, "I have a very special place for you," you're not sure if he also means it literally or not, but you're filled with both excitement and nervousness either way.

And rightly so. The way he takes you then and there casts away any doubts (real, jokes, and otherwise) you may have about the depth of his feelings for you. With every kiss, every lick, every thrust, every flick, he makes it known. You'd be surprised if even your neighbours weren't aware by the time he's through with you.As for size? Well, that clearly matters not when he's ever so skilled.

Question: I guess, who's most likely to go through this scenario and who'd fuck you because of their pride (e.g.: to prove their size) vs who'd fuck you so that you wouldn't ever question their feelings for you?

-☕️

god damn babe this- huh?! 😩 this is such a mood right now I swear I need it badly sdkjndsjknf OKAY moving on... to answer your question I think:

Most likely to fuck you because of their pride:

Haknyeon, Hyunjae, Younghoon, Eric, Changmin

Most like to fuck you so that you stop questioning their feelings:

Chanhee, Jacob, Sunwoo, Sangyeon, Juyeon, Kevin

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romantichomicide95 · 1 year

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Hi! Could I possibly request an AOT men (Eren and Levi only) with a fem!reader where she is thinking they are mad or want to break up with her or something? And they reassure her they still love her.

Thankyou I’ve just followed you and I really love your stuff so far!

Sure thing! Thanks for the follow x I just did Levi for now but keep a look out and I’ll do a separate post for Eren :)

You were dreading this conversation. You could feel the beating of your heart like drums pattering away at the inside of your chest. The thought of even bringing this topic up to him was silly at best. But it had been gnawing at your brain for days. You knew it would cause an argument and you weren’t ready for that. But it was something you had to say, you had to let out.

You and Levi had fights before. All couples do, but you were scared this one you were about to start would piss him off so much he’d end it. You couldn’t bear the thought of him ending it. It would be the end of the most beautiful thing you’ve ever had.

Sure Levi wasn’t a romantic, your relationship wasn’t huge and flashy. But it was perfect all the same. He was perfect. The thought of losing him, the one person in these god damn walls you couldn’t live without, was a thought you didn’t want to bear witness to.

Still you knew your insecurities, you knew how badly seeing them interact made you feel. You knew she was a snake slithering her way into his life, trying to sink her teeth in. And you also knew you couldn’t let that happen.

But Levi hated these conversations. He hated how jealous you could be, he didn’t understand it. You guys were together. That should be all that mattered. But he didn’t know what you know. He didn’t know Petra in the ways you did, he didn’t know how badly she wanted to take him from you. He didn’t understand how their friendship affected you. And you knew he hated anyone dictating who he could and couldn’t talk to. He hated how dumb and trivial these things were. How in a world with Titans and shitty government officials and dwindling humanity these silly things could affect you so. But you had to talk to him about it.

So now here you were outside his office, knocking on his door. Sweat dripping from your brow, heart pounding in your chest, fear creeping into your mind.

“I’ve told you countless times that you don’t need to knock” he opened the door and gestured for you to come in. Door closed he leaned in kissed you on the forehead and returned to his desk.

“I thought Hange roped you into experiments with her today? Manage to escape?” he asked, slight amusement in his voice.

“Haha yeah…” you gulp, here goes nothing “I actually wanted to talk to you about something”. You could feel the flush of your cheeks, your heart beating even faster than before. Could he hear the drumming? It was practically all you could focus on.

“Okay…you have my attention.” He said leaning back in his office chair and crossing his arms. He was looking at you with such curiosity, his jet black hair hanging in his face. One brow raised, piercing blue eyes focused solely on you. Those eyes could hypnotize anyone, you thought. It was like they were made for you, a small river of the prettiest blue for you and only you to lose yourself in everytime you looked in them.

“Right” you say stepping a few steps closer before finally deciding to sit on his sofa. The very sofa you took countless naps on while he holed himself in here doing hours of paperwork.

“So I wanted to talk about Petra…” you finally say after a pause that felt like eternity.

“What about Petra?” He says quizzingly.

“Well, idk how to say this exactly, so I’ll just spit it out.” You take a deep breathe “She’s in love with you. She has been for awhile. She thinks you like her too, or at least liked her, before we got together.”

He scoffs. “I didn’t.” He says firmly.

“Okay, well either way I just feel like you guys spend a lot of time together and that kind of bothers me. I think she thinks she can steal you or something and…”

He cuts you off “I’m not an object to be stolen Y/N” you could feel the irritation in his voice hit you like a ton of bricks. You knew he got irritated easily, it’s just who he was. But it didn’t hurt any less.

“I know that Levi. I didn’t mean it like that. I just feel like she thinks if you guys spend time together that you’ll break up with me for her. She’s as much said it to anyone that will listen how you don’t even act like you like me, how you too are more matched together. How she’s stronger than me at fighting and that makes her better and…and…God idk Levi it’s just annoying to hear. I know you don’t like involving yourself in this shit but can’t you like distance yourself or idk tell her off?”

“Tsk. Fuck Y/N. This jealousy shit is stupid. She’s on our squad, I can’t help we train together or see each other. This is ridiculous” he was almost yelling. “I don’t have any feelings towards her at all and never have. Of course I like you if you don’t believe that than I don’t know what we’re doing here”

I don’t know what we’re doing here. The words cut you like a knife. You were starting to regret bringing it up all together. How stupid could you be? Of course he didn’t like her. He liked you. He might not say it all the time but he shows it all the time. In his own Levi ways. You appreciated how he showed you he cared, actions speak louder than words after all.

“What does that mean Levi? You don’t know what we’re doing here?? Are you saying you don’t know why we are together? Are you saying you don’t want to be with me?” You were crying now. Tears rolling down your cheeks like the rain.

“Jesus Christ don’t be so dramatic.” He was standing now. Walking towards you, you thought for a second he was going to kick you out. Open the door and push you away forever.

But he didn’t. He walked towards you sat down on the sofa next you and wiped your tears. His face seemed to soften at the sight of them. He almost looked as if he felt…bad.

“I’m sorry, don’t cry. I hate when you cry. Of course I’m not saying that. Ugh” he groans running his fingers through his hair.

“I think this is just stupid. I don’t mean to be harsh. We’ve got bigger things to deal with right now than whether or not some stupid girl likes your boyfriend.” He sighs.

“Listen, I love you. You know that. If it bothers you that much I’ll tell her to back off. It’s stupid, really fucking stupid, but I’ll do it for you. You know I’d do anything for you. Now please stop crying idk what to do when you cry”. He awkwardly wraps his arms around you and weirdly pays your back. Comforting people wasn’t his forte. You knew that, but however awkward he was it always made you feel better. Being in his arms, feeling the warmth of his skin. Breathing him in.

You sigh. As if to let out all the emotion you had bottled up inside “I love you to Levi. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be dramatic I just love you so much it scares me sometimes. I don’t want to lose you” You say into his shoulder. Still wrapped in his arms.

He lets go of you and roll his eyes. Like he always does when you get too mushy.

“Okay. Okay.” He says still seated next to you. Still looking at you with those damn eyes of his.

“I’m not going anywhere, even if you are a dramatic little brat.” He almost smiles…Almost. “I will try to be better and I’ll do my best to let Petra know I’m not interested. I’m happy where I’m at….now can I get back to my paperwork? You can help me if you want”

This seems to satisfy you. In his own way he did comfort you. He did make you feel better. You jumped up from the sofa threw your arms around him and kissed him on the cheek, grabbing a stack of paperwork. It was the least you could do after all this.

Your mind wasn’t racing anymore, the drumming ceased and you felt content that you and Levi could last, and make it through anything. Even Titans.

Hope you enjoyed. I’m not super comfortable with fics/drabbles yet so I’m sorry if my formatting or anything was off! I’m still learning!

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omniwhore · 1 year

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Ways to trick yourself to Go Outside

@thelostones-world asked about some ways to battle the AuDHD urge to stay in cave tm nd get the delicious outdoor stimulation

I decided to do a full blown post in hopes that it might help others, so here’s a few suggestions for

when you don’t wanna go out but know it would make you feel better

- ✨splish splosh water on face✨

In effort to feel less dissociated nd foggy and more in touch with your body and needs, I recommend something that helps me come back into my body - go to the bathroom and splash your face with cold/room temperature water.

Additionally you can put on a skin cream or moisturizer to further ground yourself nd reconnect with feeling physically present in your body.

This should help you feel more ready to spring into action!

- 🌤️open window sniff the air🌤️

One way to trick myself into being excited abt leaving the apartment nd going outside is to open a window and just,,, stare outside, feel the sunshine or the wind on your skin, smell the fresh air, listen to the hum nd sounds that are suddenly that much closer....

It helps me remember the good feeling of being outside and feeling so happy and stimulated and grounded. Then I just remind myself that more of this is only a couple steps away!

- 👚prepare an outfit in advance👚

Another way to trick yourself into being more amenable to leaving the house is to take time the day prior to prepare the outfit you’ll wear.

Aim for whatever you’d like to prioritize - comfort/safety, your favorite style that you want to show off, something you've been waiting for an excuse to wear, or something that reminds you of the location you want to visit.

(ie. goblincore outfit for a walk in the park, cottagecore outfit for a farmer's market, academia outfit for a library visit or a café study/art/reading session etc.)

Having an outfit already put together that you can just slip into gives your brain less opportunities to chicken out - and can help you get hyped up for whatever you're about to go do!

- 🌸gamify your outings🌸

Give yourself a mission (instead of writing down "go for a walk" in your planner, write "go on foot to {location} and back" or "walk outside for {n} minutes" or "collect 5 fallen leaves").

Boom! Now your brain won't get overwhelmed by ohmygod there’s so many things I could be doing what about we just abandon it altogether???

You have a mission to focus on. And when you're done, it's up to you whether you wanna keep going or whether you wanna head back home. For me, even a 10 or 15 min walk can make a big difference if I haven't been out for days.

- 📒plan things ahead of time📒

I always found meticulous planning vry comforting for my autistic side. It makes it significantly easier to psych myself up for something involving leaving the house if I let myself know that it's happening at least three days in advance.

Think about sitting down with a planner or a plain notebook, or your phone calendar (so handy! can include pings, map routes, and any additional info u might need to complete the mission!) and brainstorming some activities you'd like to do outdoors!

- 💚make plans with others💚

Hanging out with your friends in person if you can is a great way to make yourself show up, and is generally super good for your brain!

Idk about you, but if I told a friend I’m gonna be there at 5, I am gonna be there at god damned 5!!!

- 🎟️purchase tickets for events🎟️

Check facebook, reddit or whatever neighborhood (online) space you can come by for free or affordable events in your area!

Whether the goal is to be around people nd feel less anxious/alienated, or to just feed your brain some delicious stimulation at the museum or a pop up market, purchasing a ticket for an event can hold you more accountable to show up!

(Again recommend sitting down and planning at least 3 days ahead as to not have a meltdown abt the stress of figuring out the logistics)

#adhd #adhd on meds #autism #autismhd #audhd #actually audhd #actually neurodivergent #actually adhd #neurodivergent #comorbidities #comorbid conditions #self care #selfcare #self care masterpost #self care hacks #self care tips #might do more of theese eventually #mental health

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itsyourstarboy · 1 year

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Streamer!Honey Headcanons Pt.4

First Part Next Part

It’s been over a month I’m so sorry 😭😭😭 it’s here now, and there are some things that didn’t make it into this post, but that just means more parts!

—

Guy started showing up on stream more often than he did in chat. Though, to protect his privacy, he wears sunglasses and a face mask.

Every time he seems to have a different set.

A face mask with a smiley face, or maybe it's rainbow colored, or (his favorite) a pizza pattern. Sometimes he wears one that is plain black with a small heart in the middle (honey likes to kiss the heart but not on stream ofc).

As for the glasses, I made this post talking about those ;w;

Every time he buys a new pair Honey has to go in and change out the lenses for darker ones so no one can see his eyes. They are very particular with Guy staying anonymous, they care about his safety more than they care about anything.

And unless he's willing to carry pepper spray and a pocket knife with him while he works, he is not allowed to show his face.

He loves how protective honey is, he thinks it's the cutest damn thing.

—

The first time he showed himself, he and Honey had planned it beforehand. In the middle of their stream, he knocked on the door.

Honey made a big show of faking a dramatic gasp, and saying "whoever could that be??"

They open the door, and Guy steps in like 💃💃

"Oh my god, is that the Guy??"

Guy T-poses, "it is I, The Guy."

Chat lost their shit.

MY BOY ITS HE

GUY REVEAL [NOT CLICKBAIT] *EMOTIONAL*

Oh my 😳😳

HOT DAMN

loOK AT [HONEY'S] SMILE IM FUCKING SWOONING

beautiful beutiful butiful BETTYFUL BOOOOOYYYYYY

WHY HE DANCING LIKE THAT

DAMN HE GOT CAKE

Guy had quite the ego boost after that…

—

Sometimes while sitting next to them on camera he'll slowly start to lower his face mask just so Honey will hold his face "to keep the mask on".

♡♡♡♡♡♡

Honey looks to their right to see Guy eyeing them while slowly lowering the face mask. They roll their eyes and huff, practically throwing their controller onto the desk in front of them. They take Guy's face in their hands, squishing his cheeks, and give him a hard glare.

It goes on for a few seconds, Honey's intense gaze boring through him. They lean a bit closer and their forehead presses against his, never breaking eye contact.

"Stop doing that shit," they say in a low voice that makes Guy's knees feel weak. "Please," they add quietly, and all he can do is nod.

—

The fanart increased, and this time it wasn't weird because people had more of an idea as to what Guy looked like.

Guy still thinks it's adorable, and he has taken to finding ways to share this incredible art with the world in many ways.

He likes to print out the pictures and hang them on the fridge.

He calls the people in chat his children.

Or, at least, he did until they started calling him daddy…

Now they're just his chaos squad.

—

Guy made a second Instagram account to post on without showing his face (as if he ever even posts on his personal acc)

His stories are… interesting

First there's a picture of a grasshopper he found outside with the caption "look at this dood", then you see a really blurry photo with the caption "ASGFKDGFGSJ HALP ITS EVIL".

He posts little videos of Honey 🥺

They're chilling on the couch, their legs draped over Guy's, and he turns the camera towards them with a cat face filter.

Honey makes eye contact with the camera and sticks their tongue out a little bit anD THAT LIL BLEP WITH THE DOODLE CAT EARS AND WHISKERS WAS ENOUGH TO MAKE GUY FALL IN LOVE WITH THEM ALL OVER AGAIN

Before the video cuts off you can hear him make a little gasp and the caption is "I love them"

Fans think this confirms their relationship until they see Honey's story has a video of Guy in the kitchen humming the macarena—and half ass dancing to it—while making pizza rolls with the caption "if there was a zombie apocalypse, he would die first", and it makes them think maybe not…

—

Ever since Guy's debut, he joins chat less often (much to their disappointment), but what Honey doesn't know is that this was all part of an elaborate plan cooked up by none other than their menace of a boyfriend.

He wanted to spoop them. That's a harmless little prank, right?

WRONG

Honey has the most VIOLENT reactions when they get scared, you DO NOT want to be on the receiving end.

But nooooo, Guy just wants to be a little shit.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

Honey was playing The Mortuary Assistant. It's one of the few games that actually scares them from time to time, because of how unpredictable it is.

It was quiet, Honey wasn't really talking with chat. They were invested, double checking everything to make sure they were burning the right body.

Chat was basically left unsupervised, like a small child lost in the McDonald's play place.

Why do the feet have jiggle physics

✨realism✨

wouldnt the bodies be stiff tho? rick-a-morris or something?

RICK A MORRIS?!?!??!?

It's rigamortis, sweetheart

Ihatethisgameihatethisgame

EW EW NO GET THAT LIPLESS NO EYELID HAVIN ASS OFF MY SCREEN

WHY IS IT NAKED

Boy out here looking like salad fingers 🥗☝️👅👅

I’d smash ngl

Hi [Honey] <3 hope you're having a good day xoxo

That does not look like salad fingers

🌝✨rUstY💫🌚 💦🦴spOOnS🦠🥄

Baby girl got some mommy issues 😘💝😚

Lmao same 🤣😂😆

R u ok?

No :')

Can't have mommy issues if you never had a mom 😝😝

PLEASE-

Y r u joking abt this?? 😢😢

Where are the therapist people in chat?

Laughter is the best medicine ☺️☺️❤️

There they are

Alright, now everyone say 5 positive things about yourself

What if we don't?

I SAID 🔫🔫🔫 EVERYONE SAY 5 POSITIVE THINGS ABOUT YOURSELF🔫🔫🔫

HoneysHeaven: hello :)

Still no

GUY

MY GUUYY

BABY BOY BABY

HELLO 👋👋👋👋👋

HE HAS RISEN

GUY

PRAISE JUGULAR

HoneysHeaven: shh 🤫

EEEE

shh?

Ooh we be sneaky now

Y shh?

HoneysHeaven: everyone keep [honey] distracted I'm gonna spook them >:)

OOOH OK OK

SHHHHH

Oops

Pranky time 😈😈😈

Spoopy scary skeletons

Go Guy Go

On camera, you can see Guy verrry carefully open the door. He sneaks in, ever so gracefully, only tripping over himself a maximum of two times.

Despite his few hiccups, he managed to get in without Honey noticing (somehow)

Y'know that meme picture of Jason Momoa sneaking up on Henry Cavill? Yeah, that's what it looks like right now.

Honey was in the middle of a sentence when Guy pounced on them.

He wrapped his arms around them from behind and went, "BOO!"

Honey yelped and swung an arm behind them.

They've never had any training, but like… they've got a pretty damn good right hook…

They punched Guy in the face.

He fell to the ground, holding his nose, and laughed out a groan in pain.

JESUS FVCKING CHRIST

NOOOOOOOO

LMFAO 🤣🤣🤣🤣

GUY NO HIS FACE IS BROKEN

I KNEW THIS WAS A BAD IDEA 😭😭😭

Honey immediately realized what they'd done and a hand flew over their mouth. They were kneeling next to Guy within seconds.

They cupped his face, "holy shit, are you okay!? Let me see-"

Guy's glasses had been punched off his face, but since he was on the floor, Chat couldn't see.

He had tears in his eyes though he was laughing and saying he was fine.

Honey felt so fucking bad.

"No, Honey, I'm fine really. You don't have to- no! Oh noo, Honey don't cry!"

They weren't crying, they were just… teary.

A lot just happened all at once. They got scared, and they punched their boyfriend in front of around 200k people, and they're pretty sure his nose is broken. Leave them alone.

Guy pulled off his face mask, revealing his bruised, bloody nose. Yeah. That's broken.

Honey's eyes were full of so much guilt, you'd think they murdered someone's puppy.

They did.

Their puppy.

They said sorry so many times, they sounded like a broken record. They held Guy, with their face buried in the crook of his neck, mumbling apologies, before finally coming to their senses and turning off the stream to take Guy to the hospital.

He wasn't mad at them. Of course he wasn't.

But Honey was mad at themself, because how could they ever hurt Guy like that!?

He insisted it was fine, that he understood it was a reflex, and that he shouldn't have scared them (because he knows they react violently).

Regardless, Honey sucked up to him so much while his nose was healing, let me tell you.

They babied him, they coddled him, they waited on him hand and foot.

Guy hated that they felt so guilty, but he was getting so much love and affection, so…

He wasn't even that badly hurt, these two are just dramatic

—

After that little fiasco, Guy's account now has a special alert to let Honey know that he's in chat (so he doesn't go do something stupid like that again).

At first the sound was a little ding noise, but then Guy changed it.

Now it starts playing the jaws theme.

#i know this wasnt as interesting as the other parts T^T im sorry #these were the things i was able to write down while off my meds #but since im back on them hopefully part five will have some more fun stuff #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted honey #redacted guy #redacted pizza guy #redacted streamer!honey #redacted fanfic

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thewolvesof1998 · 7 months

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get to know your fic writer + WIP Snippet

Tagged by @jesuisici33 @hippolotamus @your-catfish-friend

When did you post your first ever fanfic?

God, I definitely posted 1D fics on Wattpad back in the day, probably in 2013 but I started posting again only in June of this year.

First character(s) you wrote for:

It was probably something 1D related either Larry or an OC/Harry Styles

Main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

Buck and Eddie of course.

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

Hmmm I don’t have anything planned, I’m just following the hyperfixation but probably someone from the 911 world, maybe Ravi or May?

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

9-1-1

Platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Buck and Chris- you can't really avoid Buck as Chris's other parent when writing Buddie. Bobby and Buck- another father-and-son relationship. Eddie and Sophia- the Diaz siblings. The entire firefam I suppose.

Romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Buck/Eddie

Your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

Not Beta Read, One Shot and Pre-Relationship Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Your current platform where you post your works:

AO3

Snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

I haven't written in weeks but the inspiration hit tonight so here a bit from a new wip- something for Halloween:

Eddie could hear the creak of the tree outside as the wind tumbled through its branches, someone calling for their dog a few doors down and a motorcycle roaring down the street adjacent to his. He could also hear Buck’s heartbeat, its usual slow and steady thump, thump, thump. Normally he would hear Christopher's soft breaths and fluttering heartbeat from the room down the hall but the house is empty tonight. He can still taste the tequila from the shots they’d decided were a good idea after finishing their usual six pack. The alcohol warming his stomach, making his limbs feel like they belonged to someone else. Without thinking about it, they place themselves on Buck’s broad chest, his skin a contrast to the dark blue button-up Buck decided to wear tonight. Eddie can feel the sharp intake of breath beneath them and his eyes drag themselves up to Buck’s face. His usually pale skin is flushed ever so slightly, confusion dragging his eyebrows together in a look that would be comical if Eddie wasn’t so damn in love with him. “Eds?” Buck whispers, so quiet that if it weren’t for his enhanced hearing he wouldn’t have heard it. Eddie doesn’t respond, not verbally at least, he just steps in closer, placing his forehead on Buck’s shoulder, face tucked into his neck. Buck’s hands automatically come up to rest on his arms and Eddie thinks just for a moment that he’s going to push him away but instead, Buck’s fingers curl around his biceps, holding him tightly. Eddie breathes in, taking in Buck’s scent, citrus, honeycomb and sunshine on snow, it’s just as intoxicating as the alcohol. He’s nuzzling into Buck’s neck chasing that scent before he can stop himself. Buck shudders but doesn’t pull away instead, he bares his neck and tries to relax despite the vulnerable position. Buck has to know he’s not going to hurt him, Eddie could never hurt him. He opens his mouth and sucks in a breath, “Buck…” his name is as sweet as the taste of him on Eddie’s tongue. It so distracting that he forgets what he is going to say and instead, his hands slide up and one around Buck’s neck and into his hair, using the grip to tilt his head so Eddie has better access. Buck gasps, his fingers digging in painfully before relaxing again but Eddie barely registers it, drowning in Buck’s scent until it was just Buck and only him. Eddie’s teeth and claws lengthen as the primal need takes control, he manages to loosen his grip enough to avoid piercing Buck, the need to protect is just as strong as the need to mark and claim.

Tagging:

@wikiangela @wildlife4life @eddiebabygirldiaz @disasterbuckdiaz @spotsandsocks @try-set-me-on-fire @bekkachaos @buddierights @forthewolves @911-on-abc @shitouttabuck @911onabc @exhuastedpigeon @eddiediaztho @loserdiaz @ladydorian05 @watchyourbuck @king-buckley @chaoticgremlinwholikescheese @fortheloveofbuddie @sammy-souffle @steadfastsaturnsrings @mangacat201 @theotherbuckley @hoodie-buck @eowon @rainbow-nerdss @nmcggg @pirrusstuff

#tag games #fanfic writers #ao3 #thewolvesof1998 writes #buddie

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cringe-but-proud · 3 months

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I just watched Bullet Train recently and I’m in love. I was wondering if you’re able to write a Lemon x fem!reader where basically Reader is one of those assassins coming on the train (like the wolf and the hornet) while going under the name The spider. But instead of reader trying to kill Ladybug and the twins. The reader is trying to stop them from killing each other but it’s just Reader and lemon bumping into each other a lot and having love at first sight 🤭 and every moment then keep bumping into each other, they just keep falling for the other.

OH MY GOD. I WANT HIM SO BAD...

Lemon x Fem!reader (Bullet Train)

A/n: This one's kind of long as hell, I can't lie. My requests are open (see pinned post for info)

WARNINGS: Cursing. That's it, I think 😛

Why do you always get jobs like this? Jobs where there's some big, fucked up scheme going on, and you have to unfuck the whole thing. You're used to it, but it never gets less annoying.

Whatever. The sooner you get the job done, the sooner you get off this god-damned train.

You entered the train and walked from compartment to compartment, looking for one of your guys. Finally, you walked into a cart where you were immediately greeted by the sound of two British men arguing.

The twins.

You slowed down the pace of your steps as you walked by and tried to subtly look over at them. But, when looking over, you found that one of them was already looking at you.

You should've looked away. But, you couldn't. You'd only ever seen him in pictures, you didn't think he'd be just as good looking in real life. Your eyes locked on to his and time seemed to slow down. You felt your heartbeat quicken and-

"Shit!" You tripped over your own feet after a man bumped into you, not bothering to apologize or even acknowledge the fact that he'd almost knocked you over. You managed to catch yourself, shooting a glare at the man who was already walking into the next compartment.

"Jesus Christ! Fucking asshole didn't even say sorry!"

"Are you alright, love?"

Fuck.

You looked back at the twins and froze up for a second. He was looking right at you. Is it cliche to feel like you could get lost in his eyes? Yes. Yes, it is.

"... I'm fine." You managed to speak before regaining your composure and quickly walking away.

Holy FUCK. That couldn't have been worse.

You were in the luggage compartment, trying to calm yourself down.

For the love of God, you're a grown woman who does illegal shit for a living, WHY are you acting like a middle school girl with a crush?!

While in the middle of scolding yourself, something caught your eye.

Silver briefcase. Train sticker on the handle.

You were surprised that you'd managed to find the thing almost immediately. After a brief check to make sure no one outside of the luggage compartment was watching, you grabbed the briefcase and stuffed it in your bag.

Great. Now all you had to do was stop three grown men from killing each other.

Great.

It had been hours now. Hours without getting off this train. You sort of felt like you were going crazy.

Things were already getting chaotic. The son of the white death was dead, which couldn't be good for the twins. And there was a dead body near the back of the train wearing a bloodied white suit. You didn't even know how that happened.

At least you still had the briefcase.

You were sitting in an empty part of the train, going over the current plan that you had in your head when you heard the doors slide open.

You glanced up and-

Fuck.

One of the twins. The hotter one.

You immediately whipped out your phone and pretended to be busy on it. You thought that if you were focused on something other than the man, he wouldn't acknowledge you. But, of course things couldn't be that simple.

"Excuse me, miss."

Inside your head, you screamed. But, on the outside you casually looked up from your phone.

"Yeah?"

"Have you seen a bloke walking around with a sliver briefcase? Train sticker on the handle?"

You subconsciously brought your bag closer to yourself.

"He's got nerdy glasses, a stupid hat?" The man continued.

You tilted your head innocently. "A silver case?"

"Yeah."

"I don't think I've seen anything like that, sorry. Why do you ask?" This was your current plan: Keep him talking. The longer you kept him talking to you, the longer you'd be able to prevent a fight.

"Oh, uh..." The man trailed off. "He's with me. I've gotta grab something from the case, but he wandered off."

"Oh." You nodded. "I'll be sure to keep a look out. You said there's a train sticker on the handle?"

"Yup."

"Why's that?"

"Well, I put it there so that we'd be able to spot it."

"You just had a train sticker laying around?"

"I like trains." He shrugged.

Keep him talking. "Oh. I do too! My dad was a train conductor. So, I grew up going on a lot of train rides, I really wanted to be a train conductor too, so I learned about pretty much every kind of train you could think of," This was all untrue. You didn't like trains. Your dad was a dentist. But, again, you needed to keep him talking. Now you were just listing different train related topics and waiting for something to stick.

"I watched a lot of Thomas the tank engine-"

"Great show." He interjected.

There it is. "Oh, yeah. I was absolutely obsessed with it when I was little. Did you watch it too?"

"I still watch it."

"Oh?" You chuckled. "Um, yeah. That's-"

"I mean, because it's very nostalgic for me, a very comforting show. Plus, it's better than some shows they're putting out nowadays, y'know? It's got a lesson, it's got good characters, it's-"

He went on rambling. You noticed that he sounded... Nervous? Embarrassed?Flustered? Was he getting flustered while talking to you? Oh. Oh. This changes things.

"I think it's endearing." You said.

"What? Watching Thomas?"

"Yeah." You shrugged. This wasn't necessarily a lie. You did think the fact this man, who was supposed to be intimidating, watched and enjoyed a children's show was quite charming.

"That's... Thank you. I've never had anyone say that about.. You know, watching Thomas the tank engine."

"There's a first time for everything, right?" You smiled.

"Yeah, I suppose there is." He bit the inside of his cheek and averted his gaze away from you momentarily. "I should probably be going now, I've still gotta find my case and-"

He continued talking as you noticed the other guy. The guy the twins thought had killed the son and stolen their case. He seemed to be looking around the luggage compartment, probably for the case that was still stuffed into your bag. You couldn't let the man in front of you see him. Not if you wanted to prevent them fighting each other until they were both black and bruised.

"But, I did enjoy talking to you, so-"

You interrupted the man. "Hey, can I get your number or something?"

He was visibly surprised and was quiet for a second before nodding. "Yes. Yes, I can- I'll give that to you."

You handed him your phone and watched as he punched in his number.

If you were being honest, asking for his number definitely wasn't your last resort. You were actually glad you'd gotten the opportunity to ask, because this guy was very handsome and very charming.

He finished punching in his number. You glanced over to the luggage compartment and the other man was gone.

Thank God.

You looked back to him and smiled. "Thanks. I'll text you later." You promised.

He smiled, a smile you could tell was genuine, and nodded. "I'll look forward to that."

With that he walked away. You sighed in relief and relaxed into your seat. After a moment you looked down at your phone. He'd saved himself in your phone as a train emoji. You couldn't help but smile.

This whole thing was starting to feel less chaotic and-

IS THAT A FUCKING SNAKE?!

#x reader #fanfiction #bullet train x reader #lemon x reader #lemon x reader bullet train #lemon bullet train x reader

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kaicheri · 1 year

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mirror, mirror.

sub!beomgyu x softdom afab!reader

warnings: trainee au, implied masturbation (m), oral (f), exhib./voy. themes, degradation, praise, handjob (w/ mirror)

wc: 3.8k

a/n: repost 1!

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8:27 AM

There he is.

Beomgyu said he’d be in the dance practice room to get some extra practice early in the morning, so you decided to head over and join him. You could use the extra practice yourself before the other trainees show up later on.

You know that he’s a punctual boy who’s working hard to debut, so seeing his blurry figure through the door’s little window tugs at the corners of your lips.

You couldn’t be more proud.

But you did expect to see him, you know, dancing. Right now, he’s just sitting on the ground with his legs spread apart, facing the mirror? Is he resting, perhaps? And with his stupid black hoodie hanging on the other side of the door and covering the glass, you can’t really make out much of the view inside.

For real, what is he doing?

When you squint and use what’s best given to you from this dumb angle, you can at least peep a black mini tripod set up with his phone attached, seemingly sitting between his legs.

Ohh, maybe he’s monitoring his dance progress. The fans he’s accumulated through trainee vlogs and reality shows would be so proud of how much he’s grown.

But enough of your little mind tangent. You’re curious and excited of what he’s gotten down so far.

“Beomgyu!”

At your unexpected—and unwanted—surprise entry, Beomgyu’s shoulders shoot up as if he’s been struck by lightning. And within microseconds, he’s curled up in this awkward ass siting position where his legs are retracted into his chest. Even weirder when you notice one of his arms hastily slip in between them at the last second.

“Don’t get any closer!” he yells hoarsely, throwing a hand up to stop you as he hides his flushed self. You immediately freeze in place at the sudden outburst.

The timid boy doesn’t even turn around to throw you a simple glance, or greet you brightly like he always does when you two see each other. Maybe you came in a bit too hard.

“Woah, woah, you—y’good?” You slowly approach him with your hands and eyebrows up, signaling that it’s going to be okay, and Beomgyu clears his throat, probably realizing that he’ll give himself away if he doesn’t choose the right cards. Damn, he was so close too.

With a quick gulp, he keeps his eyes down as he throws a tight smile over his shoulder in your direction.

“Y-yeah...I-I’m fine…” he mumbles, obviously lying straight through his pearly whites. For a moment that feels like eternity, you want to figure out what’s wrong, but some dumb, invisible-like force is preventing you from…whatever it is you’re supposed to be doing. This whole thing is just weird—he is weird, and not the good kind of weird, which he normally is.

You can’t blame him for being so on his toes, though, not when debut’s just around the corner.

So, you brush it off and resume your walk towards his area with an anticipant gleam in your eyes and a small smile, which you may or may not be forcing yourself. “Sooo...what’re you up to?”

“I’m, uh, f-filming!” Beomgyu huffs out exaggeratedly, as if to overcompensate for his missing extroversion. “Y-yeah, filming something for the fans…”

Just when you think he can’t be more tense, his voice goes a bit higher in pitch every step you take towards him.

And why are his eyes darting around like a sinner? God, what is he so nervous for?

But then again, he does have the camera all set up and it seems to be on, so that could be why. He’s probably filming a short talking clip to post and is nervous to do it.

Except when you get close enough, he just looks all defensive and weird, chewing on his bottom lip as he watches you intently from under his locks.

He looks a bit freaky, like he’s about to pounce on you or something, or vice versa—but just then, your eyes meet his in the mirror, before trailing down just enough for you realize what he was in the middle of.

You had just interrupted his little session.

Keeping your face as natural as possible, as if you don’t have an ounce of suspicion, you figure it might be time to claim your Oscar—y’know, in case this idol thing doesn’t work out.

“Shit!” Maybe your gasp was more dramatic than you’d intended, but it does the trick. “I totally forgot—did they call my number?” You pull out a piece of crumpled paper from your pocket, so conveniently set up for this very moment. “Hurry and finish, I’ll be in the cafeteria!”

And with that daring performance, you quickly turn on your feet and dash out of the dance practice room, holding in your fist a piece of paper with nothing scribbled on it, and a mental image of Beomgyu’s pitiful cock in his.

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8:43 AM - Cafeteria

How long does it take for that boy to finish? Well, clearly long enough to flood your brain with questions that may never be answered—crazy enough to trigger voices as well, debating on whether it was worth training this hard for this long, just to catch a fellow trainee touching himself.

And in a setting so risky, so public—for anyone to walk in—has he gone mad? Debut’s doing a lot more than just fuck with his mind, that’s for sure.

You nearly choke on some boba when your eyes land on a certain someone’s ridiculously tall figure. Fucking finally.

Closing it behind him cautiously, Beomgyu walks down the corridor in your direction, pretending to be scrolling on his phone. And all of a sudden, every question you were sure to have forgotten, comes punching right in. Can you even still look at him in the eyes? How could you see him the same after this? Did he even wash his fucking hands before he touched that handle-

Beomgyu timidly nods at you to acknowledge your simple existence and takes a seat on the opposite side of your small table, eyes immediately darting to the bubble tea in your hands before pointing at it.

“Yah, give me a sip.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, already extending his hand out to reach for it.

Scoffing, you tuck the drink towards your chest and away from his dirty hand. Can you believe the gall of this boy? The nerve?

Your eyes travel from his hand to his confused face, nose twitching up in disgust.

“Gyu, I can’t believe you…” You lean towards him enough to whisper, “You sly ass fox...”

But then again, his amazing ability to act innocent when he’s not has always been a mystery to you. You’ve seen his pranks on the others.

“What? I forgot to bring my wallet, okay?” He tries to explain, shamelessly reaching for the bubble tea in your grasp yet again. “But if you give me some now, I promise I’ll buy you whatever you want next time. Deal?”

He...he’s really trying to negotiate with you right now? Like nothing had just happened? Like you totally weren’t gonna walk in on him with his cock in hand, cum about to spurt everywhere?

“Since when do you have a wallet-“ You roll your eyes with a sigh, “Anyway, that’s not what I’m talking about.”

You give the cafeteria a quick scan to make sure no one’s in hearing proximity.

“I know…” you pause for a second, preparing for the wave of awkwardness to wash over the both of you, “…look, I know you were…touching yourself.”

How did you get here again?

“But don’t be alarmed-“ you start, but his eyes widen immediately and he almost chokes on spit.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“Don’t lie to me, Gyu- I can literally see the white stains on your fucking pants!” You whisper-yell, sharply pointing to the pitiful markings of his dried up dick milk for proof. Is he oblivious, or just stupid?

At the point, his eyes are practically bulging out of his brain and that speaks for itself.

“You’re not fooling me,” you lean back with crossed arms.

Given that he could freeze time and think about it, he could’ve played those stains out to be anything. But anxiety’s already pouring into his brain about his future, and what would become of it if you went around telling everybody.

Beomgyu quickly blocks his crotch area from your view with his hands and mutters a curse under his breath. He’s so childish, it’s amusing. Being this dramatic won’t get him anywhere.

“Explain yourself, hm? Explain why I almost walked in on you and your alone time—in the practice room, no less.”

All of a sudden, the boy slips off his seat and presents himself on his knees, hanging his head in shame and clamping his hands together. You’d tell him to quit it, but this is getting…pretty interesting. It’s kind of a shame more people aren’t here to witness him like this, though. He’s a total wreck.

“Y/n, please don’t tell anyone,” he desperately begs, boring into your eyes with his big brown ones until you can see the glossiness thicken. “Please, please don’t…”

Poor guy sounds like he’s about to cry at any second, and your pussy weirdly pulses at the sight.

“Relax, it’s perfectly normal. You don’t have to be ashamed.”

You pause to sigh in annoyance, “But did you have to do it there? In our practice room? Come on, isn’t that too much?”

Beomgyu darts his tongue out to wet his dry lips,“I- I know I shouldn’t have….but I just…I just couldn’t help it…you know, we haven’t had enough time between monthly evaluations and stuff…” he trails off, but you can’t help but notice the pretty pout that forms on his lips.

But you understand him. Horny and stressed? The worst duo.

Especially during these busy days, his roomies are in and out all the time, their schedules becoming more hectic and unpredictable—there’s no way he can find peace. And it’s not like he could spend too much time in the shower either. Too little time to spare, and too many things to do.

“No, yeah, I get it,” You nod, showing a bit of empathy for the poor boy. “Is this a normal thing for you?”

“No, it’s my first time- doing it in the practice room, I mean…” He mumbles and fidgets with his fingers.

“Yah, you- seriously…” you sigh, latching your lips back on the straw and he watches patiently, gulping. You could really use a nap right now, but not when he’s on his knees like this.

“You’re seriously lucky it was only me. What if it had been Kai? Or Soobin?” You gasp loudly as an even worse thought hits you, “Yeonjun…”

His hands cover both ears theatrically, shaking his head. “Don’t even-“

“Gyu, what were you thinking?”

“I…I just wanted to film myself…” he admits quietly with a bit of shame laced to it, and picks at his pretty fingers. “…s-see how it was like-”

“Film yourself? You mean like the ones on porn websites?” You have to laugh at him, so you let out a little snicker. How pathetic can he get? Surely, not more than this? “What are you, some kind of camgirl?”

Beomgyu looks dumb and miserable, pouting and pretty much begging for you to torture him. At this point, you could very well get him to do whatever you want. Besides, what do you get out of staying quiet?

“You know I’m not gonna keep my mouth shut.”

The instant shock on his face is priceless. He probably thought you were gonna let him off the hook or something. Now, isn’t that stupid?

“Please don’t tell anyone, Y/n- please, please, please…” he begs, clammy hands rubbing together so pitifully as he scoots closer on his knees. “I- I’ll buy you boba every day!”

His eyes are just so, so pretty. How could you take him even a pinch seriously when he’s pleading for your mercy? At this point, you might even develop some sort of God complex if you haven’t already.

Because never in a million years would you ever think to have Beomgyu wrapped around your finger, so desperate in front of your eyes. Your very own slave. The thought alone sounds too good to back out now.

“And why shouldn’t I?” You coo, pouting in the feign of innocence.

He reaches out to take your free hand in his (cum-colored ones), but you let him, already consumed by the power you have over the boy. He rubs over it gently, looking up at you with tears forming at the corners.

“Y/n, please…the others—they won’t let me breathe…it’ll be so embarrassing…”

He’s not wrong. But that’s why it’ll be fucking hilarious. The whole company would be throwing around “mirror fucker” or “camboy.”

And what, he gets off on people watching him, too? Tsk, this is all too easy.

You simply shrug, still not getting the reaction you want. “Hm, not sure if it’s my problem-”

“Don’t tease me right now, Y/n, please!” He whines, “I’ll do anything- anything you want!”

Right into your trap.

“Oh? Anything?”

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This really was all too easy. With some time left over before the rest come in, you have a kneeling Beomgyu settled obediently between your legs in the same practice room, but this time, you’ve decided to play a bit smarter—actually locking the door and dimming the lights, fully covering the window with his same black hoodie.

You glance at the camera sitting in the corner once more to see if it’s running, just as he’d requested. You could grant him this one thing, right?

Honestly, it makes you laugh, but if this could get him off until the next year, why not?

Leaning back on the chair, you teasingly move your panties to the side and his hungry eyes follow. “Let’s hurry before the others show up…but you’d probably like that, wouldn’t you? Having them watch me fuck your sweet, sweet mouth, yeah?”

With a hefty gulp, his tears start cornering his eyes again, cheeks reddening with the shock of arousal shooting down to his cock. Your words are so vulgar and dirty, and it affects him so much. Who knew he’d get off on being used?

But Beomgyu is a good boy, and has manners, keeping his hands stationed on his thighs. He’d rather wait for your permission than act on his lusty impulses.

“Okay, baby. Stick your tongue out for me and make me cum.”

He scoots closer cutely, and it’s already killing you. The boy constantly chews on his lip and gives you one last look before he gently spreads your legs apart.

You could melt right now. He’s so fucking cute just resting his hands on your thighs, and the moment he lays his warm tongue on your slit, his pretty, teary eyes shoot up to gauge at your reaction, looking all innocent while he begins kitten licks here and there.

They become longer stripes as he drags the tip of his tongue gently up and down your neediness, but you’re starting to feel a bit impatient. “Gyu, we don’t have time to play games right n-“

Your own gasp cuts you off when he presses his lips against your dainty bud, sucking so lightly, so eagerly, you can’t help but grab a handful of his hair. “O-oh god…that’s it, just like that…”

Beomgyu gives your clit a break and goes back to dragging his tongue up and down your folds. It’s a simple motion, but this time he’s applying a bit more pressure with his tongue to show how needy he is for your sweet taste.

His lips are slobbered with all sorts—you’re starting to wonder if he’d just wanted this all along.

“Holy sh-shit…you’re s-so good at this,” you breathe out, and the praise makes him whimper, “Maybe you should be my very own personal slut, Gyu…I’d fuck your pretty mouth every day…”

Beomgyu can’t do much about his poor, leaking cock, just throbbing in the tight of his pants. To keep himself from touching it, he squeezes your thighs to hold back, and because it’s not his time yet. Pitiful, but his purpose now is to make you feel good.

Just as you’re getting lost in how pretty he looks between your legs, he angles his head in attempt to press his tongue in deeper, digging out the source of your sweet essence.

“I mean…if this what it feels like to have you eat me out…imagine what riding your face must be like…” Beomgyu’s eyes flutter at the idea and doesn’t even care about all the drool running down his chin.

“Stick out your tongue so I can fuck myself with it.” He obeys and sticks it out for you. It’s convenient, because he can watch your pretty face contort as you guide his head back and forth, letting his tongue dip into you as you please.

His teary eyes are so angelic and innocent in nature, you could pass out. Everything about him is so puppy-like, obedient and vulnerable—so easy to corrupt.

You feel the rapid tightening in your abdomen as you get closer to the edge, so you move his head a bit faster, gripping a little harder that he whimpers.

“Let me cum in your p-pretty little mouth, yeah?”

It’s when he whimpers one more time that you fall apart. At this point, your legs are locking his head in and you’re pushing his face into your cunt to keep him there. You might be suffocating him with your convulsing thighs, but like a good boy, he waits on his knees patiently and lets you fuck his face until you’ve calmed down from your ecstasy.

It’s a comforting sight, really, to see your good boy, with his teary eyes ever so pretty and hair all fluffy and disheveled the moment your legs loosen up around him. Even when he’s catching his breath, he looks adorable.

You reach out to run your hand through his hair and he takes it with love. “You’re such a boy for me.”

Beomgyu can’t help but yelp when you abruptly pull him up to slam his chest against the mirror. He’s so lightweight, you could throw him around like some pretty doll.

A cute cry slips out as soon as you ram your leg up against his ass to keep him against his own reflection.

With your arm snaking around his pretty, dainty waist, all tight and secure, you shoot him a warning grin just before you give him what he wants.

“Oh, is this where you came earlier?” You scoff at his pathetic attempt at cleaning up the stains on the mirror. “How fucking dirty of you.”

You hand slips down past his waistline without warning and his body jolts at the sudden intrusion, taking in his delicious sobs when you pull his pretty, throbbing cock out.

“Filming for the fans, huh? Maybe next time you go live, I’ll make you take out your dirty cock in front of everyone and make you touch yourself…so that everyone can see what a stupid little whore you really are, yeah?”

His eyes flutter back and lips part against the mirror as you spread his precum all over his bulbous tip, whimpering because he wants to hear more of your sin.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Stupidly, Beomgyu nods with breath hitting the mirror. He just wants you so bad, he’s starting to lose it.

“Or maybe I’ll suck you off in front of everyone, show them how pretty you look when you cum in my mouth…” your devilish coo causes him to buck forward, needing your fingers now more than ever. It feels like he’s in heaven—or hell, because of your teasing—with the way your hand slides up and down his cock with ease.

It’s no doubt that your touch is different from his own, clearly slower and more calculated, whereas his is sloppy and desperate. If he had known you were this good with his cock, he would’ve gotten caught earlier.

Already, his cock twitches over the insane amount of pleasure you’re giving him. Drool starts bubbling at his mouth and shamelessly seeps past his lips, dripping down his chin and smearing the mirror.

“Look at yourself, baby. Don’t you like watching yourself get fucked?” Beomgyu nods profusely, and pries his eyes open to take a look at himself, cheeks all pink and face all fucked out because of you.

He whines and bites down on his lip immediately when you pick up the pace, careful to keep his volume under control. It appears he’s become so stupid that he’s forgotten the walls are soundproof. And by the way he claws at the mirror and throbs between your fingers, you can tell he’s dangerously close.

“And you were filming yourself, pfft,” You scoff, “I’d be ashamed too. How disgusting.”

Your words hurt, but has his cock leaking regardless. It just feels so good, along with how his sensitive, puffy tip presses against the mirror as you rub him off.

“Please, p-please let me c-cum, Y/n…” he quietly cries against the mirror, voice bending at your pumps, “oh, please…”

“Mm, you’ve been such a good boy. Look at yourself when you cum for me,” you coo, going at a vigorous pace and he whimpers in obedience, prying open his big teary eyes.

But right when he’s about to lose it, he mindlessly locks eyes with you once more in the mirror, letting you witness the last of his innocence flow out of his eyes.

“F-fuck…please-” He whimpers and squishes his lips against the mirror, “I-I…m’cumming-“

You hold his trembling body close to yours, right around his waist as his hot, milky cum shoots out from its pocket, splattering onto the mirror in almost the same place.

“God, you look so cute like this…getting ruined all for some stupid video…” you pant against his shoulder as you squeeze him out completely.

With stained fingers of white, he watches you suck them off from under his heavy eyelids. A little taste of his saltiness shouldn’t hurt.

You help the poor boy slump down against a clean part of the mirror. He looks close to passing out, or needing sleep—anything that would help him recover from…all of this.

“You did so well, Gyu,” you coo sweetly, hoping something else might bloom out of this little episode.

But when you turn to walk over to the camera, you realize the usual orange light isn’t blinking anymore.

“Oh my god…” The screen’s gone completely black.

“It died.”

#choi beomgyu smut #txt smut #txt fanfic #txt imagines #beomgyu ff #txt scenarios #beomgyu fanfic #txt fics

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Title: Meet Me In the Woods

Author: @MBQ

Artist: @sidewinder

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean Winchester/Castiel, Dean Winchester/Benny LaFitte

Warnings: Angst, typical violence

Tags: oral sex

Posting Date: August 31

Summary: Dean joins up with Benny in Purgatory, but Cas is still out of reach and never seems to come any closer as Dean and Benny slash their way through the grimy underbelly of Monsterland. When Dean and Benny finally catch up to runaway angel...things get "complicated."

Keep reading for an short excerpt:

He started out running and afraid. Then mad. And now he was scared. Running scared again, but not for himself. For Cas. He needed to see him again. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. We’re in this together. And when he nearly took Benny’s head off? At least it was somebody. Maybe somebody who could help, because he was running thin. Then that damn vamp smiled with his bloodied teeth.

"Howdy, Soldier," the vamp smirked, “Ya gonna hafta really hack with that maw, huh?" He smiled and Dean faltered. The other monsters were similarly cavalier, but Benny didn't seem to take it personally and it gave Dean pause. The vamp’s baby blues shown like jewels even in the pitiless dark of Purgatory. Dean jerked the vamp’s head aside in annoyance and stepped back. He tried to tell himself he shouldn’t trust anyone–especially this guy, but he had a hard time convincing himself.

"You know your way around this shithole?" Dean asked crudely. Benny had looked the man up and down. He rubbed his neck and chuckled.

"What the hell is a human doing in God’s armpit?" he asked.

"Don't smash Dick," Dean spat angrily, “Save yerself a trip,” he waved his weapon around, “To God’s armpit.” He stalked past the vamp who was almost a victim two seconds earlier. The vamp didn't know whether to laugh or be offended. So, he fell in step behind the only human in Purgatory. He didn’t know if the human had shown him a mercy or if he had just subjugated himself to a mad man. He didn’t really care. Dean sniffed and wiped his grubby sleeve across his face.

“Thanks for saving me first. Sorry for almost killing you second,” Dean muttered. Benny did laugh at that.

“The odds just seemed shitty, two against one. Don’t accuse me of any kindness, though. Kindness will get you killed ‘round these parts,” Benny drawled. Dean scoffed, “Not much different from my life topside.” He shrugged.

#supernatural #fanfic #fanart #promo post #castiel/dean winchester #benny lafitte/dean winchester #b side minibang

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thegettingbyp2 · 2 years

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Saw your post about wanting dean winchester requests so here's one! The reader gets taken by demons or some other supernatural thing that has it out for the brothers and all dean ca do is watch teh reader get dragged away? Can be angsty or go big damage heroes at the end. Whatever floats the boat!

Incentive

It was impossible to keep track of what was going on in the room; the four of you (you, Dean, Sam and Cas) were all fighting at least three demons each, meaning that you were all severely outnumbered. This was yet another incident brought on from you all trusting Crowley enough to help only to be betrayed by him once again.

‘I’m going to kill Crowley,’ you heard Dean yell as he shot a round of bullets into a demons chest.

‘Gotta get rid of these guys first,’ you called back, a falling forward as you were attacked from behind.

‘Oh for God’s sake, this is getting boring,’ you faintly heard Crowley’s voice from one end of the room and the next thing you know, all the demons, aside from the ones flanking Crowley had disappeared and you all turned your weapons towards Crowley, ready to bring the fight to him. ‘I’ve got to say, I much prefer being on the other end of the weapon,’ he said calmly.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Dean slowly step to the side, giving Cas room to get a clear shot at Crowley. Dean had made sure to step closer to you, reaching his hand out and take yours, pulling you behind him. You and Dean had been dating for around a year and even though you had proven to him countless times that you could handle yourself in a fight, a part of him always made sure to keep one eye on you at all times and shielding you whenever he could.

‘Every time you do this, Crowley and every time we trust that you actually want to help and every damn time you turn you back right when you need it most,’ Dean said through gritted teeth and you slid your hand inside the back of his jacket, letting your hand rest against his shirt-covered back and squeezing his hand in yours, letting him know that you were right there.

‘Well that sounds more the fool to you, mate,’ Crowley said, not having a care in the world. ‘Besides, you really think that I’m going to help you look for a cure for that beautiful mark on your arm. Dean, I want you to let the mark take over. I look forward to the day you become a demon and we can become a team.’

‘Yeah, well, sorry to disappoint, but that’s never gonna happen,’ Dean said. You knew that Dean had been struggling with the Mark of Cain on his arm recently and you were all trying as hard as you could to find a cure but you weren’t getting anywhere.

‘Well that doesn’t work out for me you see,’ Crowley said, miming to look deep in thought, ‘so how about I give you a little incentive to, you know, crack on and let the mark take over?’

Crowley clicked his fingers and the next thing you knew was that you were on the other side of the room, facing the boys with Crowley’s arm gripped tightly on your wrist, not letting you get anywhere. Dean quickly looked behind him to make sure it wasn’t just another one of Crowley’s tricks before he aimed his gun towards the King of Hell and began to walk forward.

‘Crowley, I swear to God - ’

‘Well we all know how swearing to God works out don’t we Dean. Here’s the deal, I’ll keep a hold of little (Y/N) here until the time comes when you come to collect her. Though I expect you to come with a new set of eyes or you really won’t like what I’ll be forced to do to (Y/N).’

One more click of his fingers and you and Crowley had disappeared, no where to be seen. Dean ran over to where you both had been standing before he realised that he was too late and you were gone. ‘Damn it!’ he yelled, kicking one of the wooden chairs, watching it splinter at the impact.

Sam and Cas stood and watched their brother and best friend get his anger out on any object he could get his hands on. All of a sudden, it was as if the fight just up and left and Dean’s body slumped to the ground as he leaned against the wall with one knee propped up.

‘Dean, we’ll find her,’ Sam said, stepping towards his brother but keeping his distance when he saw the look in his brothers eyes. ‘We always do.’

‘I know we’ll find her,’ Dean replied quietly, ‘I just don’t know which me it will be.’

#dean winchester #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #supernatural

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brother-genitivi · 2 years

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So I saw this post and decided to jot down every ambient line I heard during the party in Anderson's apartment. I haven't got any of Ashley's, but I may update when I do a new playthrough. I chose an energetic party. I'm not sure if it changes if I have a more relaxed party.

Also you may notice there aren't any for EDI or Miranda; I could've been silly and not heard it but I didn't notice any ambient dialogue from them. And the lines I do have written down, I may have misheard. In any case, here they are. Enjoy :)

Garrus:

Looks broken, I'm sure Shepard won't notice.

Any chance I get.

Wouldn't you like to know?

Won't be going back to ryncol anytime soon!

Then the hanar says, 'get out before I strangle you!'

*wheezy old man laughter*

Every chance I have.

I told them I was Archangel... end of discussion.

Okay, that did it. Where's my sniper rifle?

Don't make me come over there.

Grunt:

Give me one, too.

I'm hungry. :(

Get the stronger stuff.

HEHEHE.

What's this?

DRINK.

Jack:

You guys, I love you guys. No, listen. No. Really.

The kids? They're kicking ass.

Reminds me of Omega. Good times.

Didn't think I'd see you here. You not dead yet?

Yeah, yeah. Just kiss and get it over with.

Oh, yeah. Work it!

Hell yeah!

Not bad.

Get me two. What? Cause I got two hands, dumbass.

This is dangerously close to actually being a party.

Jacob:

That's what I'm talking about.

Shut up! Haha, seriously?

Here, let me get that for you.

I love you, man.

Cerberus? Ha!

Hang on, wait.

Then he says, 'I was talking to the duck.'

Now this is just the best. I mean, best.

If that's the way you wanna play it, I'm game.

You are NOT serious.

James:

No. No, no, no, no. Noooo!

That is NOT what I mean.

Ha, I love you guys!

I danced at my sister's wedding.

Checking out the waterfall. Who's in?

Javik:

Hah, not if I can help it.

*actually laughing*

The Prothean will rule all of you once more.

You can with four eyes.

Joker:

Back when asari were creepy.

They'll never know what hit them...

Glad you're on our side, man.

Damn, this is good.

Hell yes I'm having another.

I'll let her know you said that!

Kick ass.

Now THIS is shore leave!

Why didn't I think of that?

Kaidan:

Glad you came up for air.

And then she says, 'I was talking to the goat!'

Hah, you're absolutely right.

Forget I said anything...

Own it! Embrace it!

Pizza? Pizza? Hey, you want pizza?

Anyone else?

*dad laughter*

I love you guys!

I-I need another one of these. Anyone else?

Who's humbered? I mean hammered?

I could talk weapon optimisation all night. All night!

Hey, who's starving?

I need another one of these. Anyone else?

Kasumi:

Love it.

*in a bathroom* Occupied!

*materialising on a bed* How many bedrooms does this place have?

*outside the front door* You should really upgrade the security.

Liara:

At least they're clean.

Exactly.

I saw one on Illium.

I'll have one!

You... love it.

If you say so.

Samantha:

What did you think it was?

Look, look, look! He's doing it!

Bottoms up!

Oh, bugger!

Lovely.

Help! My glass is empty!

Okay, I drank.

Ohoho, I'm going to remember that.

What was that? It was good.

Quantum entaaaanng... god, I'm drunk.

Samara:

Yes, I will have some of that.

I was saying how good it is to see everyone.

You're hilarious.

Please, I've asked you to step back.

Steve:

This is unexpected... and fun.

No, he's like a brother to me!

You got it!

Good to see you.

Whoa... did this apartment just bank hard to starboard?

I do, I mean it!

Oh, come on!

I'm gonna feel this in the morning!

What the hell? Why not?

*old man laughter*

Now that's a tasty shot!

You could roast a whole pig in that fireplace.

Tali:

What? You're crazy.

*witch cackling*

WOOOO!

I'm going to regret this later.

Wrex:

Don't stop on my account!

Krogan sex. Best in the galaxy! Just saying.

If I took that the wrong way, it's your fault.

That tickles.

*dad laughter*

Come closer and say that.

I ought to SMASH you.

To Tuchanka!

Shut up and punch me! Harder!

Zaeed:

I've had fifteen. How about you?

Now, you, I like.

GUDDAMN!

I'm not as old as I look.

Oh, shut it!

Come here and say that.

Hey, sweetheart.

I said, you're beautiful.

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jmrothwell · 7 months

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We Run Together (Part 6)

(Part 5)

“This is dumb.” Julie said not for the first time, stalling to get out of the car by pulling down her visor and feigning to mess with her hair in the mirror. Flynn’s knowing glare bore into her temple as she pretended not to notice.

“We’re just going to the beach.”

Now it was Julie’s turn to shoot a knowing glare Flynn’s way, though it did little to dampen Flynn’s not so innocent grin. If anything she grew more confident under the scrutinizing gaze. She brushed her braids away from her neck, and put on her ridiculously large sun hat as she exited the car with a smug, “Besides, this way, I can finally figure out which of those boys it is you're crushing on.”

“I am not crushing on anyone.” Julie yelled, stumbling in her own exit since she had yet to take her seatbelt off.

Not that Flynn would listen this time. Ever since Julie’d told her about meeting Reggie, Luke, and Alex, Flynn’d been pretty fixated on the idea she must like one of them. Only getting more insistent when Julie had gotten Instagram follows directly from the three of them after she’d found and followed their band’s page.

She’s pretty sure Flynn had suddenly wanted to do this beach day only because of that damned page. Or more specifically the vague post they’d made about possibly catching fans at the beach. She and Flynn didn’t even know if this was even the right beach; she wouldn’t admit it aloud to Flynn but Julie hoped they were able to correctly sleuth it out with the clues provided in the post.

Only because she wanted to follow up with them about if they decided to apply to LACC. That way she'd for sure know at least one other person there already. That’s all.

“I think it’d be a safe bet to say they’re here.” Flynn said with a nod further down the beach where a small crowd was gathered. The faint strands of an upbeat song drifting on the wind back to them.

Julie stayed frozen where she was, fighting her own legs and the ridiculous giddy urge to sprint towards the music. This was weird, she was being weird. She barely even knew these guys. What was she doing?

“Flynn I–” She began to protest again only to cut herself off with a squeak as someone behind her suddenly screamed her name.

Julie spun around, at first uncertain where to look as she didn’t immediately recognize anybody there. It became quickly apparent the slim, individual in the tie dye cut off with their dark hair up in a sloppy bun was definitely smiling and enthusiastically waving at her. Not just waving, but running towards her.

“Julie! The guys were hoping you’d come” They’d breathlessly said as they got closer.

“Who’s that?” Flynn whispered through a strained smile. Julie could only shrug in reply. Which the tie dye stranger definitely noticed based on how quickly they turned sheepish.

“Oh, right, sorry.” They said bouncing on their toes now that they were stopped in front of Julie and Flynn. “Reggie, Luke, and Alex told me about you. I’m Willie, part of their band.”

“Oh.” The two said together, Julie silently wondering what Willie did in the band if he was all the way over here.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Julie said with a small wave, which Willie returned after a brief awkward aborted step forward that almost made it seem like he wanted to hug her. Or maybe she just hoped that’s what it was. God, there she went acting weird again.

“So you said, the guys were hoping Julie’d come?” Flynn asked, a teasing lilt to her voice as Julie tried to silently get her to stop, knowing exactly where she was going with this. “Well, we can’t leave them waiting.”

“Oh, yeah, they’ll be stoked. Come one.” Willie cheerily said, leading the way. They were several steps along before Julie realized he had casually grabbed her hand to do so.

#We Run Together #werewolf pack AU #julie and the phantoms

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mhathotfic · 2 years

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In my defense, I’m horny and have a load of religious trauma because I was raised catholic so enjoy this quick thirst post about priest Bakugou giving reader his load. Based on this post

Warnings: sacrilegious and dub-con material brought on by my religious trauma, manipulation, afab female reader, the term father used for Bakugou as a show of respect, gross abuse of power, corruption kink, reader is a very naive young woman who’ll believe anything the church tells her to, swearing

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

This wasn’t the first or the last, hell not even the worst lie he’s told and held no shame about it.

He knew it was fucked, calling himself a holy man when he’s as tainted as they devil himself, but the power was maddening. He was drunk off his pride, how his precious congregation were so blind to who he was. How he fed off the way the held him in such high regard. As if he was the second coming of their savior.

And the pretty little thing sat on top his desk, shifting nervously with her panties in a bunch on the floor was no acceptation. She was so sweet when she entered his personal office, stating she felt it necessary to confess her sins face to face rather than anonymously in the confessionals.

So anxious that her loser ex had damned her by convincing her he’d propose if she fucked him. What a waste of time he was, stealing her virginity so selfishly and tossing her to the side like he didn’t defile something so divine.

Not that he was any better really, but at least he had intent to be a better lover. “Undoing all his toxic harm” with his own touch, bringing her closer to god then a prayer ever could.

“F-father are you sure this is what we’re supposed to do? I was always—” (Yn) attempted to question him. It felt so much better having his fingers in her, working to get her properly ready for what he was about to do to her, unlike her ex who was far too eager to care about her personal needs. But it felt wrong to do. Wasn’t this a sin? Wasn’t it lustful?

“You were taught wrongly” he chastised gently, to busy with making her experience her first orgasm at his hands to truly care about her moral dilemma.

“B-but father I—” she attempted to push further, certain this had to be wrong somehow.

“I’m a servant of God, are you really so important that you can question my method of healing?!”.

“N-no but—” “I’m doing this for you, you know” he cut her with a growl. Hyper focused on how her hips shook and how that perfect little cunt of her clamped down greedily on his fingers. So close to cumming, he just knew it.

“I go out my fuckin’ way to save your honor in the most blessed way and you ungratefully tell me I’m the sinner?” he didn’t have to look at her to know she looked shocked and possibly excited. She’s definitely never had a priest curse at her, probably never even heard one leave their mouth.

She knew she must’ve messed up, he did say the only way to save her from her ex’s touch was to reset and correct what he did. Who was she to question how he corrected her body’s trauma?

“I-I was ignorant father! Please heal me! Teach what we need to do please!” she babbled just before tumbling over the edge of ecstasy. Clinging to the red eyed man who promised her salvation.

“You want forgiveness? To be absolved of your sin?”.

“Yes!” She gasped, being yanked to her feet and told strip everything off or else it might get dirty with their next step.

“Treat my like I’m your lover understand? If we do this then act like you would if you loved me like a wife loves her husband”

She agreed immediately, doing as told and even bending herself over his desk in anticipation. Buzzing with pride at the groan of approval she got from him as he stripped himself. “Like this, right fa—” “It’s Katsuki, you need to treat me like I’m your man, not your priest and definitely not that shitty ass fuckin’ ex you got understand?”

“Katsuki” she repeated, earning a kiss against her neck while he lined himself with her entrance. “Aha! F-fuck!” she yelled out when he pushed into her “Big, you’re so b-big” she babble, mind blanking on anything else outside of the fact she was being fucked into salvation.

All Bakugou could do was laugh at her dazed response, amused by her sudden eager desperation to be fucked by him. So damn trusting she didn’t even bother asking for protection, letting him fuck her raw while she was supposedly being saved.

He could laugh at how adorably slutty she was being thinking that somehow this was salvation. That the thrill of getting fucked by a priest wasn’t anything but down right sinful

“Katsuki, please gonna cum, wanna, want… want…” he heard her calling out before she trailed off, too embarrassed by her words to continue.

“Come on babe, gotta tell me what you want” he growled kneading at her plush hips “can’t fix it if you can’t tell me about it”.

She whimpered, shifting all her weight onto her forearms while he moved a hand down between her thighs to play with her clit, his other hand sliding up her body before settling on her breasts, pinching and rolling her perked buds.

“Need t-to cum! Please your so much better than my ex” she moaned, feeling his cock slid in out of her with nearly inhuman accuracy as he battered her little pussy and all her secret spots. “Won’t let him touch you again yeah?” he questioned, pressing a few kisses on her shoulder and neck “Gonna accept all the blessings and grace I can give you?”. “Yes! Please! I promise!”

He hummed as if thinking about it rubbing his hands over her soft stomach “Even if it’s a baby?”.

His voice was dripping with lust as he spoke “If I accidentally knocked you up?”.

“If it’s God’s will I’ll happily accept it!”.

He groaned in response, his pace picking up and jostling her forwards as she took the full force his thrust. “Gonna take my cum, fuck, gonna take every last cleansing drop got it?” He grunted, burying himself deep inside, feeling her fall over the edge with him.

#katsuki bakugou x reader smut #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader smut #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader smut #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader smut #bakugou x reader #religious trauma

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