#bean writes

[posebean]

[happy end]

[engarde-bitch]

college au MadHel where they share a dorm room and one night they get really bored and play truth or dare whilst sharing a bottle of bubbles that Mad sneaked onto campus and it starts really innocent and is just playful and fun but after a while Mad asks Hel to describe her first kiss and Hel has at this point really started to feel the effects of the bubbles and kind of stares off into the void as she goes on this kind of "inappropriately" long tangent about her very first kiss, explaining in minute detail how it felt for her, the writer dream burning hot inside her so she just can't help but really dig deep and Mad is sitting completely still so as to not disturb Hel, to not remind her that they are in the same room together, she's almost holding her breath after a while, just wanting Hel to go on forever in her descriptions, but after some time Hel just kind of snaps back to reality and says something along the lines of "oh well haha i guess the first kiss is kind of chaotic for everyone, didn't mean to go on such a tangent, i got a bit lost in the words haha" and Mad pretends to be so very chill about it but in reality that heat inside her has stirred again and all the while Hel was talking Mad was picturing her being Hel's first kiss, that it was them two that Hel was describing, and not some loser boy, but the night goes on and the hours tick by and by nature's force they ask each other more and more intimate questions, they tell themselves that all roommates do this, all girls have this innate and intimate curiosity and that's aaaaall there is to it, until Hel asks Mad about her first time having sex and Mad thinks it's such a boring story and doesn't really wanna talk about it because it was a really subpar experience and before she can stop herself saying anything more the words "and i guess i've just never been interested or brave enough to really tell anyone what i want or ask for anything in bed" and as soon as the words are out she chuckles and tries to pretend it's nothing and Hel is staring so intently at Mad at this point and the air in the room is thick and before Hel realises that she's even speaking she's asked Mad "would you tell me what you want?" and the words hang in the air between them like fog and their cheeks are warm and rosy and outside the wind is rustling the leaves on that huge oak outside their window and after a while Hel looks away and she means to plant her eyes on the floor but they betray her and on their way down they grace Mad's lips and before the moment passes all of a sudden Mad is there kissing her and it's all happening really quickly, something just takes a hold of Mad and she's panting hard and oh god i need to sit down and write this fic properly

[greensbeanspotatoestomatoes]

On John Doe and Stress

It’s something small that Arthur does. A habit that most people wouldn’t notice. Something inconspicuous but powerful.

Arthur plays piano when he’s nervous. 

Obviously not the actual instrument, that would be unmanageable given the situations they find themselves in. But Arthur goes through the motions of pressing the keys onto his thigh or arm when he feels uneasy. 

It’s small, and calming, and something John can distinctly feel in the vagueness between where he stops and Arthur begins. 

Slender fingers gently tap against their upper arm during the wait for a taxi. The pattern doesn’t follow any rhythm John can discern. In fact he only recognises it is a pattern after the third repeat. It’s something that belongs solely in Arthur’s mind, a small hold out from a time when his life was mostly normal. 

…John wonders if it is her song that brings him comfort. He remembers the tinkling tune that came from the music box, despite all that preceded and came after it. 

He knows Arthur believes it was her lullabye that brought him back. John doesn’t know if he wants to correct that thought. It’s nice, to hold onto the idea that he owes her more than just keeping her father alive. That he can string another hook in the weave that is John Doe and attach it to another reason to be. Latch on to a part of the same thing that drive’s Arthur so much.

If he thinks back to all the times Arthur has played the piano in his presence, its always had the same effect. Even the first time, when it was nothing but a ploy by John to get him to calm down. It worked. It settled Arthur’s mind and nerves. It always has.

So when John feels the tapping at the back of his hand in the back of the taxi, it's nothing particularly new. 

Except the closeness.

Mostly, when he can feel Arthur's tapping, it's just the impressions near their elbow. Where John can't quite control anything, but still has some sensation. 

It's never been this… blatant before. 

Arthur drums out the first couple of imaginary notes with his right hand, the part he’d been playing previously. But when his piece gets to the lower notes, his left hand does not complete the melody.

“Ah! John I’m sorry! I didn’t mean—”  

Arthur tries to pull his hand back away, perhaps feeling embarrassment of some kind. John, however, feels an unexpected pang shoot through him. He suddenly, maybe desperately, does not want this contact to break. There's something special to this moment. It’s a chance for John to be of help to Arthur. There’s something to the song too, a need for Arthur to finish playing it.  Before Arthur can move his hand too far, John snags it back. 

“It’s alright Arthur,” he says, totally calm and cool,  “I… I don’t mind.”

Arthur slowly starts tapping the piece again, the motions slightly more deliberate.

The sensation is a bit odd. The soft points of pressure are unlike anything John has experienced before. It’s not unwelcome.

Eventually he can feel Arthur begin to relax, the movements of his hands less tight, less purposeful. 

Tentatively, when the piece seems finished, John reaches out to thread their fingers.

There’s a small twitch at the corner of his vision, a minor tightening of cheek muscles. It’s nice to know when Arthur is smiling. It’s nicer still, to be the cause of that smile.

John notes the point Arthur’s thoughts have drifted back to their task ahead, as Arthur absent mindedly brushes his fingers along the back of John’s hand. 

He can see why Arthur does this when he’s stressed. The effect is soothing.

John understands stress, maybe the most of all the emotions Arthur has shown him, because Arthur is always fucking stressing him out.

A horrible pressing, crushing weight settles in his core. The terror floods into him like an ice-cold fire, burning all his thoughts to ash. It squeezes at his sense of self, choking all his thoughts into a closed off bottle neck, only allowing the horror of the situation through. Where he can do nothing but sit helpless, just a fucking pair of eyes and a hand as Arthur struggles, fighting, drowning, bleeding.

Dying. 

Christ he hopes he never feels that again.

He failed Arthur. Failed her too.

They feel stress about different things, in different ways. So if this is something that John can do to help Arthur, he will. And maybe one day, he’ll be able to return the favour.

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More Thoughts

[zoecroman]

Why is it that when I saw this (admittedly very cool) post on Facebook, the first thing I thought of is what an unhinged D&D spellbook that would make?

I'm gonna make one and call it “Queneau’s Book of Spells” after the poet guy (and because his name sounds like a D&D character).

[this-was-a-terrible-idea]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/M Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types Relationship: Diana (Wonder Woman)/Jason Todd Characters: Diana (Wonder Woman), Jason Todd Additional Tags: Body Worship, Light Somnophilia, Hand jobs, Pussyjob, Sexual Overstimulation, Praise kink, Morning Sex, Morning After, Minor Appearances by Tim Drake and Bruce Wayne Language: English Published: 2025-10-27 Words: 3247 Chapters: 1/1

“Jason, sweetling, wake up,” Diana croons in his ear before gently raking her teeth over the lobe. Jason gasps awake, moaning as he orients himself and recognizes the sensations he is feeling. “Diana?” He questions, twisting his head to catch her eyes. His own are wide, swimming with a mix of amazement, confusion, and awe. She can’t help but smile down at him. “Good morning, Jason,” she says, resting her hand at his hip. “Are you up for that encore?” - Or: A direct follow up to TastyTaboo’s fic Eager to Please, and my entry for Kinktober in the Belfry’s day 9: Body Worship

[vaguelyhumorousbeans]

First chapter of my Steddie fix-it fic is up on AO3!

Kudos and/or comments are very much appreciated! <3

special thank you to my beta readers @malikat24601 and @moonlitringss!!

Without their support and kind words, I would not have had the courage to keep writing, and I am truly thankful for them.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/79442416

[nonbeanary98]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dimension 20 (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Riz Gukgak & Fabian Aramais Seacaster, Adaine Abernant & Riz Gukgak Characters: Riz Gukgak, Adaine Abernant, Fabian Aramais Seacaster Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Riz Gukgak-centric, Riz Gukgak Needs a Hug, Loss of Parent(s), Riz Gukgak has OCD, Riz Gukgak Has Anxiety, Angst, Good Friend Adaine Abernant, Good Friend Fabian Aramais Seacaster, Autistic Riz Gukgak, Riz Gukgak has ADHD, Post-Campaign 01 Season 03: Fantasy High Junior Year (Dimension 20), Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, Mental Health Issues Summary:

"But he was busy. And if he kept busy then he didn’t have to think about the grief that was so unfairly familiar. If he kept busy he could pretend that none of it was real. If he kept busy he could convince himself that if he just worked hard enough then everything would be okay again."

Or Sklonda has died unexpectedly and Riz discovers that maybe he can't just power through by himself anymore.

[autumnalfallingleaves]

to leave behind the ossuary

Chapter Two: to bury the dead to spare the living

Chapter two, and earlier than I expected!! I had fun with this one :)

AO3

Rovender cannot have heard that correctly. 

“What?” he croaks. Muthr readjusts the infant in her arms. 

“Protocol states that, in the event of total Sanctuary failure, I am to signal sister Sanctuaries for assistance. However,” here, Muthr pulls up a flickering hologram that depicts what looks like a map, “no other Sanctuaries have responded. It appears that all nearby facilities have also experienced total failure.” Little red dots blink all over the map.

Rovender studies the map, then looks back at the robot, thinking. “Does the child not have parents they could go to?”

Muthr lowers her head to gaze at her bundle. “No. She was born here, in this Sanctuary. For all intents and purposes, Mr. Kitt, I am her mother and the only parent she has ever known.”

Rovender’s hand clenches on his walking stick. “So there is no one for you to send your child to.”

“No,” Muthr says with a mechanical sigh. “There is not.”

Rovender thinks of Hanno and how he would feel if he had to send her away so that she could live.

“I have been monitoring the surrounding terrain, and I have concluded something very odd,” Muthr switches back to the hologram and pulls up a new visual, one of the clearing the entrance to the lab sits in. “This does not appear to be the planet I thought it was. Mr. Kitt, have you ever heard of a planet called Earth?” 

Rovender shakes his head in a no. Is the robot implying that she and the child come from another planet, somehow without knowing…?

“Well,” Muthr says, “that is the planet I was programmed to train my children for. I do not know how it is that this Sanctuary is located here now, but I must work with the given parameters. If this planet is not Earth, then my programming no longer applies.”

Rovender leans his walking stick against the wall— he probably won’t need it as defense; this robot is acting like a desperate parent, so she most likely does not mean him any harm. “What do you mean by that?”

Continued on AO3