HOMESTUCK KINK MEME IV
HOME STUCK KINK MEME IV
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Anonymously request any pairing and kink you want. Straight, Slash, Femslash, it's all good here!
Can't think of a kink?
Check out a list HERE.
Anonymous imagehost:
http://www.postimage.org/
Things to keep in mind:
►Try to fill requests if you can.
►Most requests expect fics, but fanart is acceptable too.
►One request per comment.
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They don’t turn the lights on. They don’t unpack their single dufflebag of travel necessities. They don’t even lock the goddamn door. Terezi reaches up with trembling hands to remove Dave’s shades while he gently pulls the kerchief from her brow and runs a thumb up the length of one of her horns. It’s a blur after that- she tackles him against the dresser and he manages to guide her to the bed, hands on her hips and mouth on her neck. They both say some really stupid things: he mutters into her collarbone, “You are six thousand exacto knives made into a girl. No one’s a bad idea like my girl, Tz. Why would I ever look at anyone else?” She trails a claw up the length of his bare chest and whispers, “Cut you open here and hollow out your chest cavity. I’d lick up every drop of candy red suffering and then wear you like a cape.”
“A fashionable one I hope.”
“I’d have the coolest cape. It would incite the sickest jealousies.”
“Fuck. Yes.”
It isn’t until they’re sticky with afterglow and miscellaneous colourful alien fluids that he really thinks about everything that’s happened, “We are gonna be in capital T trouble when we go back, you know.”
“Then we’ll keep going as long as we can.” her answer is elegant in its simplicity, “You didn’t really think I had anything else planned, did you?”
“Actually I did. Pretty much you always have a plan is how it goes down and pretty much it always ends badly for me.”
“Yeah,” she sighs, circling the marks she made on his throat with two fingers, “That’s the problem, isn’t it?”
He wouldn’t have her any other way, he thinks but doesn’t say it out loud. Mostly because it’s not true- he could do with less chipper alien girl chess theories played out over his grey matter, he really could.
They have the room for three days and two nights, but mostly they waste time watching cable.
week five
Week Five is the week Terezi declares their “Illegal Mail Order Bride Honeymoon Party”.
Week Five is also the week they run out of money.
Week Five is the week they drive carefully through the misty back-roads of Pennsylvania with a garbage bag taped over their broken window and minimal gas in the tank because they’re labouring under the delusion they can bus back to Texas, sneak into Dave’s room in the middle of the night and pretend that they were just sleeping the whole time, they didn’t go anywhere, honest!
Week Five is the week they walk two miles in the rain for gas only to return and find the truck gone, either stolen or towed.
Week Five is the week they end up stranded on a park bench in a town called Blue Balls, huddling under a soaked comforter as Terezi despondently munches on a stick of neon green chalk. Dave looks at her in the glare of the street lights and says blandly, “Terezi Pyrope, I am in love with you.”
“Ha ha,” she responds, “Great joke!”
“I know. I got a better one though.”
The better joke is that they have to call Rose.
They spent literally their last dime on a strawberry slushie, but Terezi has this really great blind, terminally ill beggar girl act that earns them $5.78 in small change thanks to the sweet siren call of doubl3 luk3m14. Dave feels a death toll chiming ominously in the distance as he dials the number, but it must be a real fucking funeral because Rose does not sound furious.
“You’re where?”
“You what?”
“You... why?”
“Of course.”
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“Be that as it may, try not to perish in the five hours it will take me to reach you. If you feel hypothermia begin to set in, don’t be a hero and please seek out shelter.”
“For fucks sake, Lalonde, I am not dying in a place called Blue Balls.”
Salvation assured, Dave slithers back under the wet comforter and wraps a gangly arm around Terezi’s shoulders. “You know,” she begins conversationally, “In trollish literature, allowing you matesprit to eat your carcass after you’ve died of exposure is considered the greatest of all romantic tropes.”
The thing he should say is stop bringing that up you cannot consume any part of my flesh hopy shit. What he says instead, “So we’re matesprits now? So glad losing my virginity was not only a harrowing blur of alien physiology but now also comes with a deceptively innocuous name to describe the horror.”
“Dave.”
“But are we?”
“I don’t know. For a long time I assumed I was waxing pale for you,” she admits coyly, “But a moirail would never have let me talk them into something this abysmally stupid.”
“Yeah, this is the stupidest thing we’ve ever done just about.”
“We are going to be in so much trouble.”
“The trouble’s gonna fall like shit from the monkey cage and it’s not gonna stop.”
“Disgusting.”
“But give it a few years, Tz, and I bet we can top it.”
“I am going to hold you to that, Dave.”
She does.
And they do.
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his guide, his muse, the anti-thesis of his conscience, best friend, worst thing that even happened to him -- this shouldn't be beautiful, and you are six thousand exacto knives made into a girl. No one’s a bad idea like my girl, Tz. Why would I ever look at anyone else? this shouldn't be beautiful and hot, but they are and it is. There's something really underlying and sad here, except then she is his mail-order bride from space.
And she also got the lyrics to "More Than A Feeling" wrong and I totally lost my shit. Amazing fic is amazing. Bravo forever.
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absolutely gorgeous. oddly wistful and nostalgic and sad but also sweet and cute and hilarious.
i can never decide who is the best de-anon writer on this meme but you are way, way up there. so way up there.
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That was hilarious and gorgeous and all kinds of perfect! Thank you so much!
"You are six thousand exacto knives made into a girl." - best description of Terezi.
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God me too
When I was writing about how they only had $887 to run on I was like having a sympathy panic attack all honey no that is not enough money you need to plan this better nggggh.
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wow??
this is gorgeous and hilarious and amazing! /flailflail i am officially too in awe for capitalization.
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i-i am too honoured for capitalization (~-_-)~
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ugh just no point in going anon i want to sing my love for this from mountaintops or some retarded shit like that.
i'd tell you to stop being so flawless (you're making the rest of us look bad!!) but then i wouldn't be able to read the perfect shit you write so.
never stop, i guess.
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Look, I'll have to stop someday. As the Boss says everything dies, baby, that's a fact. but maybe things that write fanfiction eventually come back
... wait, that's not right at all.
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