#i wanted to make it more accessible for text-to-speech readers but idk if this is how im supposed to do it?

[orv-random-quotes]

day 15

[The new story 'Kim Dojega's Legend' has been created on Peace Land.]

...I hoped they would at least get my name right.

[reveseke]

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Requests open indefinitely, however quite slow.

I don't have a DNI. However, .y BYF is simple;

I'm an adult, 18 years old. +15 audience preferred around here due to the themes I (may) write for.

heed warnings as all, lemme know if I missed any warnings on fics (/genuine). The general principal here being; Don't like/this warning triggers you = don't read, but don't bitch about things that don't trigger you being trigger tagged.

I write solely for male, FTM, masc, enby/gq & GN readers.

I don't as of now write for female characters in romantic sense. May change in the future, but that doesn't mean I don't write for female characters in general.

I do not align myself with ship discourse. I'm peacefic, thanks.

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More under cut regarding me, requests and the fandoms I write for.

— fandoms I'm writing for —

Criminal minds, marvel (avengers, spiderverse, x-men etc.), Voltron, Cobra Kai, Ninjago, Lego monkie kid, HTTYD franchise, Z nation, DC (justice league, flash, legends of tomorrow.) And My bloody valentine.

You can ask if I write for other fandoms and specific characters. Currently there are no blacklisted characters, however my current fandom blacklist consists of Vivzie pop's & inherently NSFW medias. :)

— about requests —

Don't give me bare "this character x reader" asks, it's too bare and gives me no ideas what you want me to write. :') please include a scenario or something in there I can work on. Also the more detailed or the more given elements to go off on and to built off = the better, it helps me immensely to see what you want me to write for you. If you want, specify what type you want me to write (headcanons, blurbs, oneshots etc.)

Add pronouns you want if they differ from the stereotype (male = he/him. GN = they/them, etc) and the gender of the reader if you want it to be enby gn ftm or male specific (this might impact the way I write the fic).

I'm generally open to any ideas and plots, but I'll let you know if it makes me uncomfortable (this also mean that I will be denying the request)

— Can write —

Comfort/hurt, angst, fluff, and even whump etc fics, headdcanons, blurbs, and scenarios. Uhh, also found family trope and a lot more tropes, you can ask about them or add them into requests idk lol.

On a more specific note; I can write horror, obsessive characters/readers, stalking, murder, death (side & main character, reader death), violence, gore, and such. I can do suggestive stuff, that's about it.

I use a lot of metaphors in my writing and one part of that are lwk religious metaphors (especially if there's gore specifically involved).

I'm more than fine including disabilities and neurodiverse characters & readers in my written pieces. Just ask.

— won't write—

No's in the content I'm writing; rape, pedophilic content or relationships, consangamory content, nsfw. I'm iffy on pregnancy related things, currently leaning on not writing them. No child abuse, or animal abuse or cruelty themes, hate speech of any kind etc.

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— About writer —

I use he/him as aux pronouns and it/hy/xe/cae/any as primary. I'm white, Finnish, neurodivergent, and an aroacespec genderqueer transboy.

Call me Kataja (aux), Koiri, Benne, or my user (or the shorthand from it; Reve.).

My interests lay in horror (splatterpunk & medical horror + somewhat in body horror specifically.), slashers, Written/movie gore (and the way they can be turned poetic.), animation movies/series', Helpol, alterhumanity, uhh and a lot more than I care to remember rn. Also these fandoms; Marvel, CoD, Criminal minds.

[wocfics]

Eyes Of An Angel

Part 2

Arranged Marriage Series

Masterlist

JJK x Poc Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, SMUT. Idk why but this shit right here...whew

Word Count: 4.4k+

“Cute.” Jungkook clasped his hands together as he and the rest of the boys met up with their wives before heading to the award show. You were dressed in a short black dress, the back opened but extremely sheer and see through. As much as he didn’t like the idea that some other guy would look at you, he knew your style by now. You liked to feel comfortable knowing that you could wear what you wanted, within limits, around Jungkook. Your dress stopped a few inches above the knee and the front of the dress was bodycon like with a slight dip at the neck. Your hair was in it’s slicked up ponytail with a side part and you wore a pair of black red bottoms. A small wing liner and a brown lip, so it didn’t take away from the look and Jungkook wore black from head to toe, with his new haircut and dyed tips. 

He kissed your cheek and grabbed your hand as you got into the vehicle to make your way to the event. The past few months, Jungkook came around more, he even had to let you know that your cooking was starting to mess with his diet but that was one of the first arguments that you two had gotten in. It’s not that you were trying to make him fat, but something about him being at the gym longer and coming home sweatier than he usually was, just did something to you. Of course other women would look at him, so it was safe to say that the other half of the reason was that you were in fact, trying to ruin his diet. You couldn’t help it.

He explained to you that you two were married and that as much as he loved when you would make Flan or Arepa, he had a diet he needed to stick to in order to keep up his figure. You’re only argument was that you wanted to make sure he was eating enough to keep up his energy, but he knew why you were doing it. In the end, you both ended up being pouty babies for a half hour before you caved in and apologized and now your punishment was to go to the gym with him every time he went, which sucked, a lot. You hated getting up early and he would make you both jog on the treadmill in the gym for a half hour. 

Back in the car, you stared at the tattoos on the back of his hand while he spoke to Taehyung until they got to the venue. Once there, you had gotten out behind him and you took pictures together and as a whole group, you were already being seated. 

You both kissed the back of each others hands when he was told to head backstage. You two both agreed that making out in public wasn’t it for you. The first time Jungkook kissed you was on accident when he was trying to wake you up in the morning. He was too close to your face and was gonna scare you until you quickly turned around and brushed lips with him in the process. Instead of freaking out he just simply pecked your lips before telling you to brush your teeth and you wanted to body slam him except for the fact that your body was sore from the workout the day before.

During BTS’ performance, you grinned the entire time, even though the cameras were panning over to you and the other women, you kept your eyes on the stage, dancing in your seat. You and Taehyung’s wife sat next to each other and chatted back and forth in between speeches. Throughout the show, you two had exchanged numbers and even agreed to meet up for coffee since the boys would be flying between here and the states. 

After the show, you headed to the after party where most of the idols met up, drank, danced and chatted as well as some networking. You and Jungkook clung to each other the entire time, him moving around to chat with different people and introducing you while you kept your arms wrapped around his one. As the night progressed you saw Namjoon storming out with his wife in clutch and Jimin’s wife leaving in a hurry with Jimin on her heels, she looked upset and soon Jungkook was letting you know it was time to go. Finally. As much as you liked to mingle, you were ready to get out of these heels and dress and into some sweats and one of Jungkookg’s hoodies.

It felt good to step inside your home, kicking your shoes off and sighing heavily at the feel of your feet touching the floor. Jungkook undid his tie and cufflinks in the car on the way home and was now taking off his jacket and finally pressing a kiss to your lips. It was a long day so finally being able to relax and kiss as much as you wanted was a relief. He had both arms around your neck, smothering you into him while yours went around his waist. The kiss was moderate, him repeatedly pecking at your lips until you nipped at his bottom one and ran your tongue over it until he granted you access to his. He groaned into your mouth before pulling back and looking down at you. “You did a good job tonight.” You broke the silence and removed your hands from around him. 

Although you two had been living together for the past three and a half months, he still wasn’t ready to have sex with you yet, he wanted it to be at a good time and considering their busy schedule, he always had something to do the next day which meant he was always tired. 

Placing a kiss on your forehead, he smiled. “Thank you. You looked beautiful tonight. Now, let’s get some sleep.” Yawning, he walked into the bedroom while you sighed heavily and tried not to sigh too loud from frustration. As much as you wanted to just jump his bones, you didn’t want to do that while he was still so tired from practice and recording. You had to be patient...even though it had been three months, it had to be worth it right?

After you and Jungkook had gotten ready for bed, you didn’t realize house tired you were until you instantly fell asleep a few minutes later. It had to be from both the sexual frustration and the events leading up to the award show. This lifestyle was more hectic than you thought and with their flight coming up in a month, you had to be ready to be home for a while without him. The first time you’d be in the apartment by yourself and to be honest, you were nervous.

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One Month Later.

Being alone in the apartment had its ups and downs, you invited Tae’s wife over more often and you two talked for hours on end about your passion for art and your husbands, Tae’s wife expressed how they wanted to start a family very soon already and you weren’t at all shocked. Seeing how her and Tae interacted with each other was adorable. They looked mysterious out in public but you could tell they were completely infatuated with each other just from how they looked at each other. 

The only way to keep up with Jungkook while they were all in America was through text and Facetime. You noticed the photo the boys took with Ariana Grande and you had to roll your eyes because you knew she was Jungkook’s celebrity crush. Damn her and her cuteness she had over your husband. You made a mental note to stop wearing high ponytails after seeing the picture. 

You did keep up with your workout routine even though you had to do it alone and getting up was hard without Jungkook there to literally drag you out of bed. Right now, you were in the middle of making a stir fry when you heard the door unlock and Jungkook coming in with suitcases and bags in tow. Rounding the corner, you leaped onto him, forgetting about cutting up the vegetables and wrapped your legs around his waist as he held you up. You kissed all over his face, mumbling to him in Spanish about how much you missed him while he was away. It ended with you kissing his lips while he laughed at how antsy you were. 

“I’m making some dinner, I know you’re hungry after that flight, don’t worry it’s healthy but...I did make some Pastelillos but only a few because I know you’re hungry.” His eyes lit up at the mention of food. “Let me take the bags in the room and change and I’ll come back out.” He gave you a final kiss before disappearing into the room. Tonight had to be the night, he was happy to see you, and you finished up dinner, besides, you were wearing lingerie under the pajama shorts and oversize shirt you had on. A black lace bra and matching panties that had a little bow on the front. The bra had satin ribbon that you wrapped around your midsection and tied in the front as if you were a present. 

After he sat down at the table and ate with you, talking about his tour, he jumped right to it. “We were rehearsing for the Grammys and that’s how we took the photo with Ariana. She was so sweet and kind, she gave us all hugs and said she loved my voice when I sang.” He was grinning from ear to ear and you hated it and where this conversation was going. Standing up to clear the table while he spoke, you straddled over his lap and sat down, facing him and kissing him before he pulled away after a while and patted your hips. “I have to get up early for rehearsals for the tour. I’ll have some days off next week.” He whispered. You peeled off your top and leaned back to let him see you, he looked down and back up at you. “Y/N...please wear this again when everything is right. The flight was exhausting and as much as I would love to, rip all of this off of you, I don’t have the energy.” He watched your face drop and your eyes lower before covering yourself with the shirt and nodded. 

He didn’t want you to be upset and he could tell that you were. Rolling your eyes, you remove yourself from on top of him and clear your  throat. “You should go and get ready for bed now, so you can get enough sleep for tomorrow.” Putting the shirt back on, you walked into the kitchen to put everything up. Jungkook rubbed his face and sighed while standing up. “I’m sorry, Y/N. You know that right?” He asked. You shrugged and went to clean the dishes. “Jungkook, go to bed. It’s fine.” You glanced at him over your shoulder before returning to the dishes in the sink. Of course you were upset, and admittedly a little jealous. All you wanted was to show him how much you missed him but he spent all of his energy talking about his trip that he practically had none left for you. 

You knew it had nothing to do with the way you looked, you were always confident about your appearance, you knew he was tired all the time but you just wished he had some time for one on one time that was way overdue. 

After turning off the lights in the kitchen, you walked into the bedroom to see Jungkook peacefully sleeping under the comforter. You noticed the suitcases that were still packed and shrugged, not wanting to put his stuff away that he could do himself. He could get Ariana Grande to do it for all you cared. Taking off your pajamas to remove the lingerie underneath, you tossed it into the hamper and put your shorts and shirt back on and climbed into the bed. Jungkook immediately cuddled up behind you and wrapped an arm around your waist. 

The next couple of days were spent with you not saying more than a few sentences to Jungkook. You woke up earlier than him to get a workout in and handed him his lunch on his way out. He knew you were still upset about the other night, which he had to talk to you about because he did not like tension. 

The pressure was building up all week, luckily he was coming home so late that you were already asleep so you couldn’t talk about it. It wasn’t until one day, during his first day off, you came back from working out to him leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed over his chest. Rolling your eyes, you went to take your shower and washed your hair, leaving it down to dry and pulled on sleep shorts and another oversized shirt when he came walking into the room. 

“Y/N, seriously? This attitude you have needs to stop, you’re getting worked up over nothing and it’s been going on all week. I know you’re mad at me but this is getting ridiculous.” He spoke. Putting the brush down after brushing through your hair, you placed a hand on your hip. “If it bothers you so much then go tell Ariana Grande.” You pushed past him to go and get some water. “Pequeña cola de caballo con perra.” You mumbled while grabbing a water bottle. 

Jungkook went to his phone to translate what you said. ‘Little ponytail wearing bitch’ was what was brought up and he growled before stalking out towards you. “Y/N! This has nothing to do with her. Why are you so jealous all the time? Of Ari?” You paused mid drink and narrowed your eyes at him. “Wow. Ustedes dos deben ser mejores amigos para que le den un apodo!” You laughed and shook your head. “Whatever Jungkook. Go be with your celebrity crush that you talk about all the time. I’m sure she’ll be enough for you to want to take your pants off for.” 

Sighing in frustration, Jungkook gave up and lost his temper. “OH MY GOD Y/N GET OVER IT. I DON’T LIKE HER LIKE THAT AND YOU BEING JEALOUS IS STARTING TO PISS ME OFF. YOU DON’T THINK I GET MAD WHEN YOU HAVE ON LOW CUT SHIRTS AND SHORT SHORTS WHEN YOU GO WORK AT THE BAR SOMETIMES?! GET REAL! JUST BE QUIET AND TALK TO ME IF IT’S BOTHERING YOU, YOU KNOW I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE SAYING WHEN YOU SPEAK SPANISH.” He never raised his voice like that and you just paused, staring at him.

For some reason he was way more attractive now than you ever saw him before. Something about him asserting dominance made your knees slightly weak and your insides heat up. You bit your lips as you watched him, his chest rising up and down after his outburst. He was staring at you too. “Whatever.” You rolled your eyes, walking past him when he caught your arm and quickly backed you into the wall near your bedroom. His large hand gripped both sides of your jaw and brought his lips down to yours in a heated kiss.

Anger was still boiling inside of you, but that didn’t stop your hands from reaching out to tug on his shirt, forcing him to press his entire body into yours. “I’ll make you talk.” He grumbled into your mouth, forcing his tongue past your lips to seek out your own. Your eyes closed but your eyebrows were still pulled together in frustration. His hands moved from your face down to the collar of your shirt and in one swift motion, he effortlessly ripped it into shreds, a gasp escaping your parted lips. “You ripped my shirt!” You bit his lip and he growled, pulling you away from the wall and slapped your ass, lifting you up at the same time and wrapping your legs around his waist. “It was my shirt, anyways.” He pressed you back into the wall again.

Moving his lips down to your neck and biting the flesh there, leaving purple bruises over your neck and collarbone. “Don’t start something you can finish, Jungkook.” You breathed out, looking down when he pulled away from your chest and stared up at you with those big brown eyes of his. “Now you have something to say huh? Such a brat.” He carried you into the room and tossed you onto the bed, landing on your back. You scoffed and sat up, falling back down when he grabbed your ankles and pulled you to the end of the bed. 

“Who the fuck are you talking to? You can’t call me that.” You shoved him and he smirked, pulling off his shirt and stalking over to you, pinning you down on the bed with your hands on either side of you. “You’ve been stressing me out all week, ignoring me and rolling your goddamn eyes and now you want to speak?” Your eyes glanced down towards his upper half, and he cocked an eyebrow at you, going back to attach his lips to your upper chest, brushing his thumbs over your already hard nipples. 

Keeping your hands on either side of your body, you stared down at him, keeping your bottom lip between your teeth even as he pulled off your shorts while making his way down your body. How was he making you angry and turned on all at the same time? You had never seen him this riled up before and if you were honest, it was beyond sexy. 

His lips moved back over your chest once again, sucking each nipple into his mouth one at a time, twisting the other between his fingers when his mouth wasn’t on it. You sighed heavily, wanting him to do more, you hated teasing. As if he could read your thoughts, he trailed his kisses down your torso, nipping at the side of your waist while looking up at you as you tsked at him.

Spreading your legs apart, he stood up and looked down at your dripping wet core, you suddenly feeling self conscious. You tried to close your legs but he was stronger than you and kept them open, chuckling at your attempt. “Don’t even think about it. This is what you wanted, baby.” His voice huskier as he groped your inner thigh, immediately placing his thumb onto your swollen clit and began rubbing it, lowering himself down on his knees.

Your eyes widened before closing at his touch, sending a light chill up your spine. The moan that left your lips surprised you, your eyes darting open and your head snapping down at Jungkook between your legs, his lips attached your pussy, making out with it and rolling his tongue over your clit. “Fuck..” You pushed his hair from his forehead, locking eyes with him as he bore into yours. Wrapping his arms around your thighs, he pressed his tongue into your clit more, moving it down to prod at your entrance, loving the sounds that were coming from you as he closed his eyes and hummed in satisfaction. 

Your body shivered, heating up from the pleasure he was bringing you. Sliding two fingers into your dripping hole, he sucked your clit into his mouth while slowly sliding his fingers in and out of you, your back arching and you hissing from the stretch. “You’re gonna make me come…” You groaned, moving your hands up to grip the blanket beneath you. He pumped his fingers faster, moaning against your pussy as your own wetness made it easier for his fingers to glide back and forth,  the squelching noises from his fingers being inside of you making him work that much harder. “Oh baby, you’re so tight...you gonna come already?” He moved back to flick his tongue rapidly over your clit, a louder moan leaving you as you rolled your hips into his face. 

You were so close, he just needed to keep going at the pace he was going, his fingers and his tongue working in unison to bring you to your high until it was ripped away from you when he removed both his mouth and his fingers. You cursed and glared down at him.

He kissed your inner thighs, pulling down his sweats and standing up, wiping your juices from his mouth and leaning over you to kiss you, sliding you tongue into his mouth and tasting yourself on his lips. “Flip over.” He demanded and stood back up, watching you turn over onto your stomach and onto your knees. He grinned and began kneading your ass, getting onto the bed behind you and spreading your cheeks apart, guiding his dick between your folds and quickly thrusting into you. 

Hissing, you folded your arms and rested your head against them, squeezing your eyes shut at the slight burn he brought from the girth of his cock. He wasted no time in gripping your hips tightly and setting a brutal pace, huffing and keeping your ass cheeks spread apart, watching you suck him in each time he pulled out. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream, fingers gripping and twisting the blanket in your hands as your hair fell into your face. You flipped it back and grunted when he grabbed a fistful. He made the sweetest noises you had never heard any man make before. His fingers digging into your hips as he continued to piston his hips into yours. 

“Make me come...please...Kookie…” You whimpered, shocking yourself with what you were saying. He moaned at your words, letting your hair go and placing his hand back on your hip, making your legs spread even more which allowed him to go deeper. “Oh baby...fuck.” He slapped your ass, the sting causing you to bury your face in the blankets as he continued leaving hand prints all over your bottom, knowing you’d feel it the next day. It only added to the pleasure you felt building up. 

His hips smacking into your ass at the speed he was going, jerking your body back and forth, had you tightening around him. He could feel you doing this and grunted, tossing his head back. Your moans got higher and higher, your legs trembling. “K-keep going, j-ju-just like that. I’m coming...oh fuck.” You squealed, squeezing your eyes shut and rocking your hips back into him as you climaxed, wanting him to reach his high as well. Feeling you flutter around his cock, he looked down, holding you up as you almost collapsed. “Oh...shiiiit.” He dropped down on top of you as your legs straightened out, pumping you full of his seed as he breathed into the back of your neck, his chest covering your back. 

You closed your eyes, a smile tugging on your lips as you felt him fill you up. He was heavily breathing into your hair, nuzzling his forehead into you before sitting up and pulling out of you. “Don’t move.” He breathed out, walking into the bathroom and coming back with a warm cloth. You turned you around to clean you up and went back into the bathroom to splash his face with cold water. 

You laid on your back, watching him walk around the room to grab the clothes that were thrown while he was still naked. He was about to put on a pair of shorts and you cleared your throat. “Stay just like that and cuddle me.” Your voice was a little hoarse. He winked at you and went to get you both two glasses of water. When he returned, you took a glass from him and drank half of it before placing it on the table by the bed.

Placing his glass down, he moved over to you and rested his head on your chest, rubbing soothing circled over your waist and hip. You pressed your cheek to his forehead and sighed heavily. “I’m sorry, for acting like such a brat and being a jealous wife. You were just so happy talking about Ariana Grande that all I saw was red.” You looked down at him when he shifted to look up at you. His turn to hold you, he wrapped his arms around you and softly kissed your lips. “Y/N, the boys hate when I bring up your name in any conversation. I talk about you more than anything and anyone. Yeah, Ari is a nice girl but I don’t look at her the way I look at you, okay? You’re beautiful, stubborn but smart.” 

He looked at the bruises on your neck from him and grinned. “Do you really get upset at the way I dress when I go to work?” You asked and he chewed on his lip while shrugging. “Depends on what you wear but I’m not going to tell you how to dress, especially if you were already dressing like that but, I know how guys are, I want to be the only one seeing you in those kinds of clothes.” He was jealous, you could tell. Possessive but not to the point of trapping you in the house. 

“How about we go shopping later on this week and you can help me pick out some work clothes. I have to make tips so maybe something cute instead of super sexy.” 

“Y/N, you don’t have to do-”

“I’m doing it for us, Kookie. I don’t want anyone questioning you about me because of the way I dress, okay? You’re important to me.” You snuggled into his arms and stared across the room at the window. “It’s still morning time. Are you hungry?” You asked. Upon asking that, you heard his stomach growling and laughed while sitting up. “Come on, I’ll make something healthy. I know you have a comeback to look nice for.” You spoke while throwing on one of his shirts and putting your hair up in a bun. 

He followed you out into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on top of your head. “I’ll help cook. I’ll make some smoothies.” He turned you around and cupped your face gently between his hands and placed sweet kisses on your lips. “I could just eat you all day.” He spoke against your lips. You hit his chest and moved into the kitchen. “Such a perv.” You laughed while he wiggled his brows. 

This was going to be a long day.

[friendly-peep]

Which Homestuck characters would read Homestuck and their opinion

idk i’m bored. What’s Homestuck^2? What’s epilogues? We’re strictly Homestuck in this house. Also only doing main characters, I’m not going to dive into the Felt or caparacians, I want this to be done today.

Beta kids:

June: Avid reader. Got in early and read the whole thing. Got shirts, unironically liked it.

Rose: Got in late, but got into it. Loved the tarot deck, uses it to pretend she’s reading while she just tells people their truths. Noticed some narrative issues but overall liked it.

Dave: Got in shortly after June did, read for a while, but his irony poisoning led to him sassing the HECK out of it. Made a diss blog. Kept reading it “ironically” and cannot tell if he actually likes it or not. Got a god tier hoodie he wears at home. Sampled some of the soundtracks for his raps.

Jade: Loved it. LOVED IT. Got the full soundtrack. Made remixes. Got all the shirts. One of the blogs that posted “UPD8!” whenever an update happened. Big fanartist during the Gigapauses.

Beta Guardians:

June’s Dad: Tried to get into it to connect to his daughter’s interest, but the memes were too much, so he became the “Are ya winning, daughter?” dad. Very supportive but would need fifty slow paced “Homestuck explained” videos.

Mom Lalonde: Read it, but was too intoxicated to remember most. She holds obscure knowledge and will remember minute trivia, but don’t ask her about any of the large plot points.

Bro Strider: Too busy being A Mess Of A Human Being to sit down and read.

Poppop Harley: Too busy being A Dang Explorer to sit down and read.

Alpha kids:

Jane: Takes time to read it slowly. Has a blog of theories she constantly updates. Was upset about how some plot points got dropped and underdeveloped.

Roxy: Much like Jade, loved it. While Jade made remixes, Roxy cosplays. She has killer cosplays of most characters. Screamed about updates on twitter. No filter, accidentally drops spoilers left right and center.

Dirk: Deep, DEEP character examinations. Draws diagrams, writes essays. Unironically liked the potential of Paradox Space, may have even submit his own stories to be a guest artist.

Jake: Read the whole thing, liked it, missed many connections and plot points, was satisfied with the ending. Got some merch, can say “I read Homestuck” in public and be blissfully unaware of any positive and negative baggage that comes with saying so.

Alpha Guardians:

Jane’s Dad: Much like June’s Dad, tried to get into it. Unlike June’s Dad, watched and read his daughter’s theories (and Dirk’s explanations when Jane linked them to him) and became A Walking Homestuck Encyclopedia. Jane is unsure how to feel about this. He, however, does not reference it.

Roxy’s Rosemom: Too busy fighting the good fight to read. It’s in her radar but didn’t get the time to read it.

Dirk’s Davedad: Read it as a novelty. Sent Hussie a gold-plated Bad Dragon dildo. Put offhand references to it on his movies, but they were so oblique that even readers didn’t get it.

Jade English: Too busy running her own baking good company to read Homestuck. Not even in her radar.

Alternia Trolls:

Aradia: Much like Dirk, got REAL DEEP into it. Makes youtube vids explaining classpects and narrative points. Actually wrote a dissertation on Homestuck.

Tavros: Tried to get into it, but the first few acts were not to his taste so he never got to the trolls ironically enough. Likes the character designs though.

Sollux: Next level Dave. Critiques the FUQUE out of it on every platform he can. If Hatedom is a thing, he made it. He’s the founder. It’s him. But he read it to the end.

Karkat: Read it, loves it, does some interesting character relationship examinations. Predicted who would end up with who with 100% accuracy. Wasn’t a vocal fan, didn’t get merch, but still liked it.

Nepeta: The shipper who launched a thousand ships. She writes crackfic but with deep care, making sure it makes sense that characters would end up together. Got one of every homestuck shirt. Very into it.

Kanaya: Got into it only because her friends got into it. If Karkat hadn’t talked about it she would not have gotten into it but she did because she wants to be able to carry a conversation with her friends. Not a huge fan.

Terezi: She can and WILL correct you if you get trivia wrong. She did not sit through hours of text-to-speech pesterlogs for some scrub to get it wrong. Defiant Homestuck defender. She’ll cut you if you say you don’t like Homestuck (she won’t, but she’s judging you from the other side of the room)

Vriska: Skipped the first acts and jumped right into Alternia. Little context, little care. Pretends she didn’t, gets facts hilariously wrong which Terezi takes as an invitation to tease her. Fanartist.

Equius: Another fanartist. He made physical media as opposed to drawings. Slow reader, got into it late and didn’t finish until way after the comic had ended. Did not get to experience the comic without Random Paradox Arms all over the place. Loved by the community for his short reaction posts about what happened at the point he’s at.

Gamzee: Either first person to post “Update” when comic updated, or doesn’t read for months and then catches up in two days. Skips many chat logs, but still gets most of the plot no problem. Remembers exact phrasing of the posts he does read though.

Eridan: Another Character Analysis blogger. He dives into (pun unintended) why some characters are The Absolute Worst and writes fanfic of how they would be if they had a chance to be in a different circumstances. The Problematique fan, but only because people assume the worst of him. He’s actually pretty chill.

Feferi: Superfan, and Super Content Creator. Started making plushies and charms and eventually started selling them. Her stuff became a badge of honor and people posted themselves hugging their plushies during the gigapause.

Ancestors:

Too busy caught up in their personal turmoils to read any of it. Except the Condesce. She sent Hussie a diamond-studded Bad Dragon dildo.

Beforus trolls:

Damara: Big fan, but doesn’t express it because of the crowd she’s with. But she has a blog where she tries to get in touch with new readers and is always open to answer questions others might have. Not a Big Name fan, but she’s much more vocal online than in person, and even then it’s through an alt account.

Rufioh: Got people into it, but he himself didn’t finish reading after the Scratch. Said he would but he just never got to doing so.

Mituna: Prone to ranting when updates happened. Very emotionally invested, nearly died when Game Over happened.

Kankri: The nitpicker to end all nitpicks. He critiqued everything, and hated that there were hero mode, simplified and silly drawings. Genuinely disliked all characters for faults that he himself has, yet never self-examined. Got a following that  consisted three-quarters of people who made fun of his rants and one-quarter of people who were as intense as he is.

Meulin: Big, BIG fan. Prolific fanfic writer, if a character pairing exists, rarepair or not, she wrote a fic about them. Likes all characters and as such thinks she must devote roughly the same wordcount for everyone she can. Disappears for months then reemerges with twenty new fics.

Porrim: Moderate fan, great cosplayer. The more complex the outfit, the more she wanted to make it. Routinely goes out in Jade’s Dead Shuffle and Three in the Morning dresses because she is incredibly proud of them.

Latula: Not a big fan. Knows most of what she knows through cultural osmosis because her friends got into it, but she’s not likely to ever read it herself. Likes how into it her friends are though.

Aranea: Much like Jane’s Dad, she’s the walking encyclopedia, except she memorized the content of almost every page, and if she doubts her knowledge, will immediately go to her computer and look up what she is unsure of. Tries not to talk people’s ears off and will only talk about Homestuck when asked about it.

Horuss: Super into it. To a maybe creepy degree. Doesn’t show in public but if you get access to his secret blogs it’s more like character shrines. Don’t dig too deep into it.

Kurloz: Read it, kinda into it, but not that big of a fan. He will talk about it but he’s pretty lukewarm about the whole thing.

Cronus: Read it to impress a crush, got genuinely into it, but isn’t a vocal fan.

Meenah: Didn’t read it, much like Latula learned about it because everyone around her talked about it. Unlike Latula, she mocks everyone for liking something she says is “for nerds”. Still kinda wants to read it to be part of the conversation but her pride of Not Knowing About Homestuck is too great to overcome that hurdle.

[iambuckyrogers]

Let Her Go

Summary: After an unfortunate foot in mouth situation you and Bucky are torn apart. How will you recover?

Word Count: 1980

Warnings: almost smut? (Idk how to phrase it, it gets raunchy), mention of anxiety angst, breakup, some swear words,

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Authors note: this was written for @queenofkings121 . Sorry it took a little while, I started really well but hit a block, ugh! But it’s done now yay. I haven’t written anything like this before so I had a lot of fun trying out something new. I hope that you enjoy it! Likes and reblogs always appreciated xx

Prompt: Can you write one where Bucky accidently calls the reader Nat during sexual intercourse and she breaks up with him. He's been staring and talking about, talking to and just hanging out with Nat for awhile and him saying her name during sex was the last straw? Also, she ends up with another guy [non-avenger] and Bucky regrets letting her go?

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The door to the bedroom banged open and hit the door stop sending a crashing boom through the corridor.

“Bucky,” you snickered wrapping your legs tighter around the super soldier’s waist.

“What? I needed to get the door open didn’t I?” He sassed back before dropping you unceremoniously onto the bed. Your laughs turned into moans as he began kissing your neck, nipping and sucking at your soft skin. You tilted your head up to give him better access, your hands wound into his hair and pulled gently as he continued his ministrations. He tugged at the hem of your shirt, pulling away from you just long enough to rid you both of your tops before crashing his lips onto yours in a heated kiss. It was all tongues and teeth, desperate and needy. Using all your strength you rolled so that you were now straddling Bucky’s hips. With a hand to his chest, you pushed him onto his back, moving down his body so you were chest to chest. You pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw, eliciting a delicious moan which caused heat to pool between your legs. You sucked dark marks onto his neck, soothing them with a gentle kiss before continuing your trail down his chest. Your hands roamed up and down his sides, caressing his hard muscles with gentle fingertips before settling you grip on his hips. You kissed down his happy trail, mouthing at his clothed erection which drew another guttural moan from the man beneath you.

“Oh fuck yeah Nat,” he ground out. Instantly you froze, eyes snapping up to look at Bucky but he hadn’t moved, his eyes were shut, head thrown back in the pillows.

“You called me Nat!” You snapped pushing yourself up to sit back on your haunches.

“I - no I didn’t. I said just like that,” he spluttered.

“Cut the shit Bucky I’m not fucking deaf,” you yelled getting off the bed and feeling around on the floor for your shirt.

“Just calm down Doll, it’s not a big de-.” You cut Bucky off with a sharp slap to the face.

“Don’t you dare tell me it’s not a big deal,” you choked out, eyes stinging, fists balling at your sides. You yanked your shirt over your head and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind you

The gym was empty, as you had expected because it was 2am after all. You made a beeline for the boxing bag, not even bothering to pick up gloves on your way through. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, hands clenching at your sides as you thought about all the warning signs that you had ignored. You opened your eyes and imagined the boxing bag was Bucky’s stupid face, throwing punch after punch onto the hard leathery surface. You thought about the last Thursday when you walked in on Nat and Bucky discussing your anxiety behind your back. You remembered how two weeks ago they were play fighting over the remote, ending up on the floor on top of each other. With each new memory, you were hit with a new surge of anger, fuelling your fists to hit the boxing bag harder. Your body was heaving and sweat poured off of your furrowed brow as you went to town, letting out all of your anger and frustration. More and more images came flooding back, Bucky and Nat having their own movie night, Bucky staring at Nat’s ass at the gym, the two of them hanging out more than you ever did with Bucky. Your anger slowly turned to sadness, your arms began to turn to lead, each punch harder than the last until eventually, you collapsed onto the floor. Tears streamed down your cheeks, you hugged your knees into your chest and let the sadness roll over you, suffocating you as sobs wracked your body. That was how you stayed until you felt numb and had no more tears left to cry. You pulled yourself to your feet and headed to your room. Not even bothering to shower you collapsed onto your bed and drifted into a restful sleep.

The sharp ring of your alarm pulled you from your sleep. Drowsily you got dressed and headed into the kitchen for breakfast. You prayed to whatever gods were out there that Bucky wouldn’t be around, but your silent prayers were left unanswered because as you rounded the corner you saw him stood behind the stove. You thought about turning around but why should you flee when he is the one clearly in the wrong. You pulled out a chair behind the breakfast bar and sat yourself down.

“Morning,” Bucky said cheerfully making you want to smack him again. He had turned around from the stove and was plating up his bacon and eggs.

“Mhm,” you grunted back.

“Listen, Y/N, can we talk about this?” Bucky asked.

“What is there to talk about James?” You spat, Bucky visibly shuddered at the use of his real name, it was something that you knew upset him so you used it to your advantage.

“Us, last night, everything really. I was talking to Nat about our situati-,” You cut him off with a crazed laugh, shoving yourself off of the chair causing it to clatter to the floor.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” you yelled, “she’s what got us into this situation,” using air quotes around the word situation.

“Ok let’s just take a deep breath.”

“Actually I will, and I’ll use it to tell you that we’re over, James. Go talk to Nat about that,” you stormed out of the kitchen not waiting to hear Bucky’s response. You needed to get away from him, put as much distance between you and your problems, so you headed down to the garage. Ignoring Friday’s warnings that it wasn’t safe to drive in your mood, you picked a car from Tony’s rather ridiculous selection, got the keys from the glove box and took off down the driveway. You didn’t know where you were going and you didn’t really care, you were just happy to be out of the compound.

It wasn’t long before your stomach began to growl. You got the GPS to take you to the nearest Starbucks because after your ordeal you deserved a good coffee. Thankfully the shop wasn’t busy, the line moved quickly and in no time it was your turn to order.

“Yeah hi I’ll have a -“ you blanked, not being able to say your order, it reminded you of all the times you and Bucky had gone to Starbucks together, how he would get a milk moustache and whipped cream in his beard. Tears sprung back to your eyes as you recalled your many coffee dates.

“Ah, sorry, are you alright?” the barista Joel (according to his name tag) cleared his throat as he looked at you with concern.

“I’m so sorry,” you sniffed wiping your eyes, “I’m ok.” Joel scoffed.

“No, you’re not”

“Well, you’ve got me there,” you laughed.

“I know its definitely not my place since I just met you but I get off in 5 if you want to talk about what’s bothering you?” He offered. You thought about his offer, he seemed genuinely sincere and you didn’t really have anyone else to talk to.

“I don’t really want to talk about it,” you stared and he looked slightly disappointed, “but I’d like to be distracted.”

“Consider it done.” You gave him a weak smile before going to find a spot to sit. Realising that you hadn’t even made an order you were about to go back to the counter when Joel appeared with two drinks in his hands and a beaming smile.

“I don't know what you drink but I hope this is ok.” He set one of the glasses in front of you before taking his place across the table. You took a tentative sip of the drink and were pleasantly surprised with how good it tasted. Much like the drink, Joel’s company was better than expected. He helped distract you from your problems for a little while before you decided to open up to him and he actually gave you some really good advice. You continued to talk for hours, only having to stop because the shop was closing. You exchanged numbers and headed back to the compound in much better spirits than when you left.

That wasn’t the last time you saw Joel. You texted frequently and even called each other occasionally. You went on a real date, followed by plenty more. You were finally happy and ironically you had Bucky to thank for that.

*****

While all of that had been happening, Bucky had been on a mission. After you stormed out of the kitchen he had burst into Fury’s office and demanded to be put on the first mission that came up, he needed time to think away from the compound. Fury had obliged, sending him on a reconnaissance mission somewhere in the middle east. This gave Bucky plenty of time to think. Time to think about all the things that he’d be missing out on without you in his life, to think about how lonely he was sleeping all alone, how you were the greatest thing to ever happen to him and how he threw it all away so easily. He spent the rest of the mission crafting a speech to give to you, to tell you how he fucked up and how badly he needed you in his life, how you gave him meaning and how he needed you back.

As the mission was nearing completion he was growing restless, needing to see you more than ever and rectify his mistakes. He had been gone 2 months by the time he got home. The quinjet engines had barely stopped spinning when Bucky launched himself off of the craft and into the compound, heading straight for your room despite it being 2am. Friday had tried relentlessly to get him to debrief, Fury and Hill were waiting for him but he didn’t care, the only thing he was thinking about was you. He banged on your door frantically, the speech he had crafted running around his head, adrenalin pumping through his veins. Eventually, you opened the door wearing a silk robe, the soft light from a bedside lamp shining behind you creating an angelic aura around your sleepy figure.

“Bucky, what the hell is going on?” you whispered, voice heavy with sleep.

“Y/N, I never should have let you go,” Bucky began.

“Buck-“

“No, please just listen to me,” he pleaded, his voice laced with desperation, “You’re all that I can think about, every waking moment is plagued with reminders of you and even in my dreams I can’t escape. I miss the way you’d play with my hair when we’d be in bed, or when you’d do silly impressions on missions to keep us entertained. I fucked up Y/N, I really did. I let the best thing I ever had go and I’m here to get it back, to get you back.” Bucky pushed your door open and entered your room, closing the distance between the two of you.

“Please,” he whispered, putting his hand on your cheek and leant in closer only for you to pull back.

“Bucky no,” you didn’t look him in the eye, he followed your gaze to your bed where a man was laid sprawled out amongst the covers. Bucky stumbled backwards as if he had been shot

“His name is Joel,” you explained quietly, “I’ve moved on Bucky, I think its time that you do too.” With that you shut the door, leaving Bucky to pick up the pieces of his broken heart like you had to do yourself 2 months earlier.