#its midnight.... was racing to do this before bed lol. they call me the sleeper

[nutzworth]

DAY 4: JANUARY 17, 2024 (i um. was a little busy. oops.)

STATS: read for ~2 hrs pages read: 860-1052. 192 pgs. reached pg 1000! wooo!!! slur count: 6 + 2 = 8 (rose narration, john. both r slur) silly count: 10 + 1 = 11 (john about roses building) piss count: 1/3

THOUGHTS: today started with jade's freshjamz!!!!!!!!! I LOVE!!! i mean dave kind of sucks at making music but jade doesnt! i love how homestuck shows the works of the characters. jades music daves blogs caliborns deviantart whatever. it makes them feel so REAL.

figured out the time differences! if we're staying at johns timezone, dave is 2 hrs ahead and rose is 3 hrs ahead. and jade is 4 hrs ahead!!!! when we were dave pov a convo with jade was at 6:30pm but at jade pov it was 12:30pm so you know.

the exiles are FINALLY MEETING UP!!!! PM!!!!!!!!! i looove pm shes what makes me want to be a mailman. what the hell are the snake worm things in pm's like structure? whats it called? with the terminal. theyre awful silly but theyre kind of freaky and i dont know what they are.

john faq i always read the faqs theyre so fun. john try not to mention your friends by irl name on public forum challenge (even if he assumes everyone else is dead lol). i do NOT understand alchemizing mostly cus i dont get binary. but whatever. maybe i will someday

KARKAT VANTAS! i think the first mentions of the trolls are here! yaaay!

dave strife theyre still strifing i didnt get to the end yet. s beatdown or whatever. always interesting to me that dave never gets sliced or anythign even though theyre fighting with ultra sharp swords. how much restraint is bro (strider) showing? the fights ARE intended to be strengthening dave. but they dont. cus hes a kid and hes passive. im a sucker for bro strider i know he sucks but ugh i love dirk too much

mom lalondes lab drives me coocoo crazy. pov youre rose you go under your dead cats big ass mausoleum and find a laboratory your mother uses. theres 1 battery unlocked just for you. theres a giant ass monitor showing sburb sessions and meteors. did your mother know? did your mother know what was going to happen? youre thirteen years old. do you know? theres bright pink kiddy furniture. did your mother use it? when did she get it? it looks pristine. did she sleep in this when she was little? did she sleep in it as an adult? why would she buy herself such a thing at an adult age? youre rose lalonde. youre thirteen and full of hatred. you dont understand anything. you wear your mothers scarf and you pick up a stray mutant cat and name it after a drink your alcoholic mother loves. youre thirteen and full of hatred and you dont understand anything and you want to, so badly. so so badly.

jade is awesome her scampering through the house rocks. i wonder if she actually believes pa harley is talking to her, or if he actually is, or if shes just pretending. it has to be because of trauma, right? is she genuine? she has to be genuine. right? fosmf if you know anything about this let me know

jack noir... midnight crew.... oh how i cant wait for the intermission.

johns various mental breakdowns (over the discovery of his dads room; over betty crocker gushers; over the drawings over his posters) are insane. he lashes out so weirdly. dave said like john never gets mad or frustrated over real big stuff and he instead funnels it into tiny meaningless problems. i wonder what that means. im not into john enough to read into it or know

jade (and dirk by extension) waking up on prospit (or derse) early makes me thiiiink. i wonder if theyd get freaked by regular normal dreams. they god tier and sleep and wake up in a cold sweat Hello? Where am i. Hello? I just slept and nothing was there. Where am i

thinking about rose + jade a lot these first few acts. i looove rose and i looove jade. i focused on jade a lot the first time i read so im trying to focus on rose more because shes AWESOME! and i want to get to know her better. she deserves it. but anyway thats enough for today sorry for taking like a 12 day break lol

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

Firefighter Finn

Like a woman possessed, I had to get this story out. @free-rami​, my dear sweet friend, this is for you 💖

Warning: Smut, duh--stay away if you’re under 18

It was well after 7 pm when you pulled into your driveway, exhausted after meeting an endless stream of parents, pulled along by their excited children who wanted them to meet their favorite teacher during Back-To-School night.

Tired as you were, your face erupted in a grin when you walked into the house and were greeted by the smell of garlic bread and by a mess of dishes in the sink and on the counter from Finn’s excursion in the kitchen.

“Hey babe,” Finn said, looking up from the table where he was busy filling out some kind of form. “How was it?”

“Not bad,” you answered, scooping up pasta and putting it on the plate Finn had left out for you beside the stove. “Most of the parents were nice, but of course some of them wanted to hold personal conferences about their child’s progress, which is super awkward when there are fifteen other parents milling around the room all waiting to meet you.”

“Parents are the worst,” Finn answered in a distant echo of what you often said.

After you added sauce and grabbed a piece of garlic bread, you went to sit at the table with your too-cute, too-sweet boyfriend, and too-distracted boyfriend.

Twirling a forkful of spaghetti, you asked, “What are you working on?”

Finn put his pen down and looked up from the paper. He looked sort of nervous, which made you furrow your brows with concern.

“You know how I feel about you teaching. It’s so awesome that you see it not just as a job but as a way to give something back. Do something good for the community.”

“You want to be a teacher?” you asked, your fork poised as you turned your head to the side in confusion.

“God no. You’re a saint, babe. I couldn’t do what you do. But, well. I was thinking there was something I could do.”

“Yeah?”

“After Tobey’s car got wiped with that tow truck when they tried to take him out of the race, I kinda started thinking about the other side of racing or even just driving. It’s dangerous and people crash all the time.”

I listened, finally taking a bite of my pasta but still unsure where Finn was going with this.

“Soooo, I’m filling out an application to join the Mount Kisco fire department,” Finn stated, his eyes lowering back to the form and then darting back to your face, waiting for your reaction.

You put your fork down and wiped your mouth on your napkin, your face breaking out into a grin. At your smile, Finn lit up, his own face splitting into that grin that still made your stomach do a flip.

“Do you think it’s a good idea? I mean, do you think I could do it?” he asked.

“Of course I think you can do it,” you answered just as excitedly as he had asked. “And I can’t tell you how proud I am of you for wanting to do something for the community. You know the Mount Kisco VFD does the fire and safety program for our students? They seem like a great group of guys.”

“Tobey’s cousin, Mac, volunteers there, so I talked to him about it. He said they’re always looking for new members.”

You got up and wrapped your arms around Finn’s neck and kissed his temple.

“I love you, babe. You’re always surprising me in the best ways.”

“Love you, too,” Finn said, looking up at you with bright eyes, his face still shining with happiness.

* * * * *

“How was it?” you asked from the sofa as Finn came in the door after his first Monday night meeting at the firehall.

“It was great! The guys are cool and Mac made it a point to show me around. I even got fitted for my gear tonight.”

Your eyebrow shot up. In all of your happiness that Finn was getting another interest other than cars, you had completely forgotten he would be donning a firefighter’s uniform. The pants. The boots. The helmet. Goddamn, he would look so hot—

“Hmm? What was that?” you asked, having completely missed what he was saying.

“It’s an app—on your phone. So anytime there’s a call, it comes right through and you can see all the details.”

“That’s cool, babe. Way better than a pager or something bulky you’d have to wear around.”

“Is it wrong I can’t wait for a call? I mean, I don’t want anything bad to happen. I’m just excited to go. And you know what?”

“What?”

“They need drivers. Granted, it’s not a mustang, but how cool would it be to drive a firetruck? I just have to take an EVOC class and boom—I can drive a truck.”

“And here I thought you were excited about something other than cars. You’re just finding bigger vehicles to drive,” you said with a laugh.

“Even bigger than the Beast,” Finn said with wide eyes and an even wider smile.

You laughed and leaned into Finn’s side, settling into his familiar warmth as you snuggled up on the couch. As the two of you relaxed and watched some TV, your mind couldn’t help but wander back to the thought of Finn in his gear, sweaty and dirty from putting out a fire, those too-big pants with their little suspenders, and a helmet covering his curly hair.

You gripped his thigh and smiled to yourself, thinking that this was turning out to be the best idea Finn ever had.

* * * * *

Finn had been a member of the fire department for a few months when he sent you an excited message while you were at school to tell you he was finally headed to fight his first fire. He had been so attentive at his trainings and he hadn’t missed a single Monday night meeting since he joined; while you were a little worried, you knew he was well-prepared, and you knew he was in good hands.  

Your day went by in its typical blur of balancing too many tasks and answering too many questions too many times, so that you had almost forgotten Finn had texted you about his first fire. As it turned out, he had ridden to the station with Mac and was wondering if you could pick him up on your way home so Mac didn’t have to drive in the opposite direction of his own house.  

You told him no problem and asked the how call went.

F: Garage fire—ironic, huh? lol

You chuckled and shook your head while gathering up your things.

When you pulled into the fire station, the trucks were in the parking lot being washed and the hoses were laid out getting drained before they got rolled back up. Finn was busy straightening out one of the hoses and your mouth fell open at the sight of him.

His hair was mussed, curls sticking out and up with some sticking to his sweaty forehead. He had discarded his bulky fire coat, but his pants and boots were still on, his pants held up by red suspenders.

You could see the muscles shifting underneath his tight t-shirt as he picked up one of the rollers to begin squeezing out the hoses. His biceps flexed as he clamped down the roller, and you could see a vein or two standing out on his forearm when he began to walk along the hose.

Fuck me, you thought.

You took a deep breath and walked closer to Finn, some of the other guys checking you out as you walked by. As soon as Finn noticed you, he greeted you with that megawatt smile, and you noticed that his forehead and his cheeks were smudged with soot.

“Looks like you saw some action,” you said trying to keep your voice steady.

“It was great—I mean not great, like the people’s garage burnt down, but you really shouldn’t leave anything plugged in, especially in a garage. Speaking of unplugging things, did you remember to unplug the microwave? Three housefires started last year from microwaves.”

Finn didn’t even give you a chance to reply before he continued.

“Anyway, we masked up in the truck, and when we got there we could see smoke coming from the building, so after we got the hose off the truck, we crawled in and looked for the fire and it was coming from the back wall so my partner opened up the nozzle, I was in the middle on the hose, and—

Finn stopped as an older man approached.

“Hey—Chuckie, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. Chuckie is one of the Assistant Chiefs.”

“Nice to meet you,” you said, giving him a small wave and a smile

Chuckie returned your smile and said, “Well, Finny here didn’t lie. You’re clearly much too good for the likes of him.”

You shook your head in disagreement, but Chuckie only laughed and turned to bark out an order to another fireman.

“I’ve just gotta finish rolling this hose, then I’ll be ready to go,” Finn said.

“Take your time—I’m enjoying the show,” you said with a wink, which earned you another one of those smiles from your boyfriend.

You watched as Finn worked, occasionally chatting with some of the guys as they introduced themselves. Eventually, Finn came out of the firehouse dressed in his usual clothes.

“Can’t wait to shower,” he said as he sat down in the passenger seat.

“You keep your gear at the fire station?” you casually asked as you put the car in gear.

“Most of the guys do, yeah. Unless they’re officers or older members. Some of them keep their gear on them and drive right to the call.”

“So, could you, uh, bring it home sometime?”

You could feel Finn’s eyes on you and you knew you were blushing.

“What a bad girl,” Finn said, his voice low and sexy. “You wanna play rescue?”

You laughed and snuck a glance at him before returning your eyes to the road.

“Pardon me, but who still asks me to wear that pirate wench costume from Halloween?”

“Babe! I am not complaining! It’s just that you don’t suggest things often so I’m kinda…surprised at this particular request.”

“All I’m doing is innocently asking a question. How you interpret that question is entirely on you.”

“Uh, huh,” Finn said, and you could hear the cockiness in his voice without even looking over to see his smirk.  

* * * * *

Who the fuck is knocking on the door at midnight? you thought as you checked your phone. You rolled over and felt for Finn, but he wasn’t in bed. Being that he was the lighter sleeper out of the two of you, you figured he was on his way to answer the door.

Except that the knocking continued.

You groaned as you got up, not bothering to add pants. If it was one of the idiots from the garage, they could deal with you in your t-shirt and underwear since it was so goddamn late. You wondered what they could possibly want as you pulled back the curtain of the little window that framed your front door.  

But it wasn’t anyone from the garage.

It was Finn—in his firefighter gear.

Fuck me, you thought as a wave of desire shot through you, waking you up better than any alarm clock ever had.

You swallowed audibly before opening the door slowly, and Finn pushed his way in.

“There’s been a report of a smell of smoke coming from inside this residence, Miss.”

“Uhhh,” you said as your eyes roved over his fully uniformed body, practically dying at the site of him in his helmet.

“So, there’s no danger, Miss? You do know you could get in trouble for falsely calling for the fire service?”

“Uhhh,” you said again, struggling to slip into this role because your boyfriend looked like a fucking calendar model come to life in your entryway.

“Miss?”

“Uh, trouble, no—no, I don’t want any trouble.”

“You don’t want any trouble?” Finn said slowly, his face still serious.

“No, I don’t.”

“Then I guess we’ll need to work something out,” Finn said, biting his lip and opening his fire coat.

Your breathing was shallow. Your chest and your cheeks were flushed, and your hands were balled into tiny, tight fists.

“Babe—are you okay?” Finn said breaking his role and looking genuinely concerned.

“You’re just so fucking hot, Finn. I can’t—Oh god. I can barely function.”

Finn fought hard not to laugh at the state you had worked yourself into, but damned if he wasn’t already half-hard knowing how excited you were just at seeing him in his gear.

You watched as his face shifted back to serious and he resumed his role.

“You look a little feint, Miss. I should probably get you back to bed.”

You nodded, and Finn shot forward to scoop you up, bridal style.

“Which way to the bedroom?” he breathed in that sexy voice of his.

“Up the stairs. To the left,” you said with a shaky voice.

“You mean the right,” Finn whispered, his eyes dancing with mirth.

“Fuck. Yeah. To the right.”

You watched him, the muscles in his neck straining as he carried you, his jaw set in a determined line not to break character.

Once he got to your room, he laid you gently on the bed, and as he had carried you up the stairs, you had willed yourself to pull it the fuck together, so when Finn stepped back and asked if you needed anything else, you sat up a little against the headboard and let your knees fall open.

“I’d really like to thank you for your time,” you said in a surprisingly steady voice.  

Finn’s eyes lost their laughter as they darkened with desire. He reached up and took his helmet off, tossing it on the floor as he ran a hand through his hair. His coat followed next and he was left in the same state as when you first saw him—his black undershirt a perfect background for his bright red suspenders that held up his firemen’s pants.

Finn kicked off his boots before crawling onto the bed and between your legs, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You wrapped your legs around those big, stiff pants and moaned, your mind filling with the vision of Finn out there in the parking lot, rolling up a hose, sweaty and dirty.

The kiss was filthy and left you both panting for breath, your body in complete control now, wanting nothing more than to fuck your fireman.

“I want you,” you breathed, your hands on Finn’s face, scratching at the little bit of stubble that lined his jaw.

He pressed into you, kissing you again, but this time he soon left your lips in favor of kissing down your neck, sucking tiny little spots of skin into his mouth, not enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to make your hips buck into his. As he was kissing your neck, you slid your hands over and under his suspenders, enjoying the feel of the material on your fingertips before pushing them off of his shoulders.

Finn was working his way further down your body, your t-shirt now pushed up over your bare breasts. You reached down and pulled it off, flinging it to the other side of the room.

Finn looked up, his lips wet, his mouth just a little open as his eyes ran over your naked torso.

He crawled back off the bed and moved around to stand at the side. He reached over and pulled your legs so you were angled over the edge of the bed now. You straightened out and he didn’t hesitate before pulling off your already soaked underwear. He tossed them behind him and got on his knees.

You moaned as Finn positioned your legs over his shoulders and lowered his mouth to your wet sex. He slowly licked over your outer lips, circling and teasing before he moved to your entrance, your wetness coating his tongue and making him moan, the vibrations sending a shiver through your body.

“So fucking wet,” he said as he moved his tongue up to flick across your clit.

“Oh my god, Finn—I’m gonna—FUCK!”

You came hard on his tongue with a look on your face that showed how shocked you were at coming so quickly, which made Finn chuckle as he stood and wiped his mouth with his hand.

He finally shucked off his t-shirt but paused with his hands on the button of his firemen’s pants.  

“You want me to leave these on?”

A breathy, gargle of a moan was the only answer you were able to give him as he unbuttoned the pants…which then promptly fell to the floor.

“Shit,” he said, looking at his feet.

“Leave them,” you said through a laugh at the look on his face. “I really just need your cock right now.”

Finn groaned as he stepped out of his pants and then pulled his underwear off, his cock hard and ready to give you exactly what you asked for.  

Finn pulled you forward and lined up with your entrance, the bed the perfect height for him to fuck you while he stood.

He hooked his arms under your knees and pulled you onto his cock, slowly, his eyes slipping shut as the heat of you surrounded him.

You both groaned, and you stretched up above your head to clutch at the sheets as Finn began to fuck you in earnest. He reached for your ankles, spreading your legs into a perfect V so he would watch himself fuck you.

You looked up at him, his arms outstretched like fucking Jesus on the cross but with your ankles in each hand, his face a perfect mess of blissed out pleasure, and you thought you could come from that image for the rest of your life.

Finn thrust his hips into again and again until you felt him hitting that sweet spot inside, and you felt that familiar build of pressure around your core, and this time you knew your orgasm was coming, tearing through your body like an electric shock of pleasure.

You knew the instant your walls contracted around Finn that he was done, his hips stuttering as he came inside of you, breathing out your name over and over until he had pumped every last bit of cum into your swollen pussy.

Finn collapsed next to you, his muscular chest rising and falling, highlighted by a slight sheen of sweat as he caught his breath.

You appeared over him, peppering soft kisses along his jaw, and when you got to his ear you whispered, “Thank you.”

Finn opened his eyes and turned to look at you, his grin quickly turning to a laugh as he reached out and swiped at your nose.

“You’ve got soot on your face.”

“I wondered what that smell was, but I was way too distracted to ask.”

“Firefighting is dirty work.”

“Soot. Grease. Welcome to my life. But you know what?”

“What?”

“I wouldn’t trade it for the world,” you said, your words pulling that gorgeous smile from Finn as he leaned over to kiss you, his hand cupping your face.