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gifted-burnout-archive · 4 years

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It’s Just a Costume

Requested?: Yes! I got two requests I merged into one, where Y/N is dressed really nice and all the guys in the office are ogling her, and Jim gets un poco jealous, and another request around the Halloween episode where Dwight turns up as the Joker and when Y/N comes in as Harley he thinks it’s a sign they are meant to be together.

Word Count: 4.2K+

Author’s Note: I have been given a burst of energy recently and want to make sure all the requests I have gotten are written (even if these ones are from a month ago (I’m so sorry)). I like the idea of jealous Jim, not gonna lie, because it seems like this would be his only actual flaw. I hope you enjoy; this is my second thing with smut so bear with me.

Warning: SMUT. oral (female receiving), intercourse, sex while on the phone. I went a bit off the rails, this is new territory for me.

No-one in the office knew you were a cosplayer.

They did not need to know what you did in your spare time, or that you had a whole room in your apartment dedicated to rolls of fabric and your beloved sewing machine. You were actual quite well known within the community, had your own blog about the behind the scenes of costume making and tips for convention goers. But it was your little secret, and most certainly not something you wanted broadcast at your day job.

Not even Jim knew.

The pair of you had been dating on the down low for a good few months now, actually coming on a year, and while he knew all about your love of comic books and your going to conventions, he wasn’t yet aware of the whole ‘dress up like comic book villains and paint your body completely green that one time’ sort of commitment. It’s not that you thought he would mind, if anything he might find it quite cool, but you weren’t ready to share your guilty pleasure with him just yet, and that was ok. Jim got it.

You had joined Dunder Mifflin about three years ago now and were currently filling in the receptionist role while Pam was off in New York at corporate. However, due to doctor’s appointments and compulsory trips to HQ, you had never had the chance to dress up for Halloween at the office. The whole team joined in to some degree, and with the new Batman movie having just been released, you had the perfect costume idea for the occasion.

You had cosplayed as Harley Quinn a fair number of times in your life, and for this year’s Comic Con you had actually made a Dr Harleen Quinzel costume to match the grunge, dark, jaded Joker Heath Ledger had played in the summer blockbuster. It was all handmade, simply because nowhere in Scranton sold the lab coat or dress you had envisioned in your early sketches, and you even took the time to make up a fake nametag, print out a Joker casefile, doodle love hearts with the letters ‘J+H’ in the margins.

You were a woman of detail, you liked to make sure everything was up to your standard, and even got yourself some black ankle boot high heels that match the aesthetic perfectly. The costume as a whole looked great, you wouldn’t even lie, so when you realised your were finally going to be in Scranton to participate in Halloween, you woke up early that morning to sort your makeup and slip into the red and black dress you had designed yourself. You grabbed the lab coat and props, including a pair of glasses you didn’t need to reflect the comic books, and headed out the door to your car.

Whatever forces held reign over your life must have bee reluctant for you to show up at work. Not only did you have to stop for gas when you were sure you had a full tank a few days ago, but a breakdown on your usual route to work had made you thirty minutes late, and the last person to entire the office.

“Morning Hank!” You greeted the security man with a wave, and he replied with a grunt, invested in his newspaper. You called the lift, your phone pinging as you stepped in the lift.

Jim: Not like you to be so late, Y/N. Tut tut. Xx

You rolled your eyes at the message despite the smile on your face, pressing the button for Dunder Mifflin’s floor before texting back.

You: Just heading up now, traffic was insane this morning. Can’t wait to see your costume Xx

You caught your reflection in the steel doors and quickly tidied your hair, which had been blown around a little by the wind. A part of you was nervous, was the outfit too obscure for the office to get? You banished the thoughts: you looked great and that’s what counted.

The elevator doors slid open, the entrance to the office decorated with spider webs and plastic pumpkins. You had made sure to stock up your desk with plenty of candy the night before, and with a smile on your face, you entered the office and sat yourself at the reception desk.

“Sorry I’m late guys…” You apologised offhandedly, pushing the glasses up your nose and logging into your computer, humming along to ‘Thriller’ that was playing in the background on low volume. You had made sure there was a Halloween CD in the player last night too.

It took you a moment, after you had logged on to the computer, to look up at Jim to wave hello, when you realised the whole office seemed to be looking at you. You made sure you weren’t imagining things, blinking a few times to focus your vision, but it was definitely the case.

Everyone was staring.

“Do… Do I have something in my hair?” You asked, oblivious to what everyone else was seeing.

What Jim was seeing.

Your costume for the occasion wasn’t just nice or pretty, it was stunning. The fabric hugged your curves just right, it showed a little more than a fair amount of cleavage, and your heels just emphasised the lace stockings you had decided. Jim was never a man to objectify, but even he couldn’t help but gawk at how sexy you looked that morning.

Thankfully, Phyllis decided to break the silence, walking over to your desk and pretending to pull a piece of fluff from your hair. The rest of the room, the males especially, hurried themselves back to work at that.

“Oh, thank you Phyllis. My morning was chaotic, I knew something would go wrong.” You laughed sweetly, still completely clueless as to what everyone was looking at. “I love your Raggedy Ann look!” You complimented, offering her a candy. She took it with a sweet smile.

“Thank you Y/N… You really went all out this year, you look great.” She offered back, and you felt a blush of pride coming to your cheeks.

“It’s my first time getting to participate in costumes at the office, I thought I’d give it my best shot.” You explained, and with a kind nod, Phyllis headed back to her desk, leaving you to start responding to phone calls.

The day continued in an… Odd fashion. Every twenty minutes or so, one of the guys was up at your desk, asking for something. First it was Ryan dressed up as Gordon Gecko, who you complimented on the suspenders, then Creed, the first Joker impersonator, then Toby, who had gone for the classic skeleton, and Kevin, the second Joker, then Andy, who guffawed when you guessed Mister Mistoffelees, and finally Dwight, Joker number three. Dwight seemed to be visiting the most, whether it was to fax something or ask for a call to be forwarded, he was suddenly a whole bunch nicer to you today. It was around lunchtime, when Dwight made his way up to the desk for the sixth time, that you finally asked for an explanation.

“Hey Dwight? Is everything alright today?” You asked, leaning forward in your chair to smile at him, not noticing your co-worker’s eyes flick down to your chest.

“Uh…” He seemed to stutter on the thought, before straightening himself up. “I just didn’t think a girl like you would be interested in comic books, that’s all. Your outfit just caught me off guard, I wanted to check you were really dressed up as Harleen.” You nodded and smiled.

“You know, you’re the first person to guess my character right all day! I started to wonder if it was too out of the box, if I looked like I came in dressed as a pharmacist or something.” You giggled, and Dwight let out a nervous laugh along with you.

“You have done the character justice… You look good.” He stated with a firm nod, and you handed him a candy in thanks.

“So do you, Dwight.” You complimented back, glancing up at the clock. “I’m going to sort out my lunch.” You excused yourself, standing up and heading over to the kitchen with your coffee mug, lab coat left behind, and glasses perched atop your head.

Your exiting the room allowed for multiple of the younger, testosterone-filled men of the office to get a good look at your ass in the red and black number you had created, and for Dwight to rush back to his desk and get Jim’s attention away from you, his girlfriend’s, ass.

“What, Dwight?” He snapped, not in a good mood at all. He had spent the entire morning watch his co-workers flirt with you, and he didn’t like it. He couldn’t even blame it on you, you seemed completely oblivious to what the outfit was doing to them, to him…

“I was right.” Dwight said with far too much excitement, looking back at the kitchen as you poured yourself some coffee.

“Right about what?” Jim entertained the creep he had worked beside for years, the given adjective not simply because of the Halloween look he had decided on. Jim had never found the fun in dressing up for Halloween, and today wore a nametag with ‘Dave’ written on it. He sipped on his coffee, watching Dwight build up the courage to speak with a raised brow.

“Y/N is in love with me.”

The statement had Jim spitting coffee back into his cup to avoid choking, but Dwight seemed unfazed by the reactionWhile you were unaware of any sort of connection, Dwight had been pining over you since the moment you landed in the office. And Jim had known, of course, thanks to a night at the bar that left Dwight calling out your name as he was piled into a taxi. But what had given him the impression you liked him?

“How are you so sure?” Jim asked, and Dwight scoffed, folding his arms in defence.

“Well, if you must know, I’ve been studying her body language towards the men in the office for quite some time.” Jim’s eyes widened, and Dwight looked him over. “She’s a young, fertile woman, and this is breeding grounds. Out of everyone in the office she could be attracted to, she distinctly shows affection to me. Today she has spoken to me five separate times of her own volition, she has given me two pieces of candy and she matched my costume. The signs are very clear, Jim.”

“She matched you?” Jim asked.

“Her outfit, Doctor Harleen Quinzel? She is dressed as the Joker’s romantic interest.” Dwight explained it to Jim like he was dumb, and quickly quietened down as you returned back into the room, walking past their desks. Jim smiled as you approached, causing you to blush a little.

“Hey Jim, I got you a fresh cup, you’ve been nursing that one for a while.” You passed over the coffee to your boyfriend with a bite of the lip as he took a sip of the fresh brew.

“It’s perfect Y/N. Thanks.” He gave it the nod of approval and you made your way back to your desk, waving at Dwight as you walked by.

“Hey costume partner.” You joked, and Jim raised an eyebrow at you. You mouthed a quick ‘what?’ at him before sitting back down and picking up the ringing phone.

“See?” Dwight whispered, dialling his next number with a manic grin on his face. “She clearly is trying to mate with me.”

By 3 o’clock, Jim couldn’t ignore his jealousy any longer. Ryan and Toby had asked if you were free later, but Dwight… Dwight was going above and beyond. He had spent the day slacking on his work and trying to entice you with cups of coffee, possible prank ideas and chain emails that got you to giggle twice. Frankly, Jim wasn’t quite sure what to do. He had been the one to suggest keeping your relationship quiet, more because he knew the badgering Pam and Roy had gotten when they dated and didn’t want that for you both, and because he didn’t want to come on too strong.

But now, almost a year on? He had just been working up the courage to say the big three words, and you come in dressed like that, then actively flirted with the guys at the office, with Dwight? He wasn’t angry at you, but he was angry at someone, or something.

As 4 pm rolled on, and with no sign of Michael returning from his move in trip with Holly any time soon, the office had begun to pack up for the afternoon, and Jim decided to make a move. He was, technically, in charge of the office for the day. So, as the troops started to file out, Jim held you back.

“Y/N, can I have a word please?” Jim’s face was neutral, his tone leaning to the scolding side more than anything, and you looked at him confused.

“What’s up Jim? The rest of the team are heading for the bar, you not coming?” You asked, waving to Phyllis and Oscar as they headed out.

“Michael’s office. Now.” Jim ordered, though his voice was soft. You nodded, stepping through into the office. Jim turned to see the last people packing up, Dwight seeming quite content on staying until you left. “Dwight, would you head out with everyone else? Y/N and I will catch up. We need to run over some files Michael messed up last week.” Jim was convincing in his act but didn’t very much care. With a sigh and a glare, Dwight headed out the door with Kelly on his heels, leaving you and Jim alone in the office. He locked Michael’s office door for a safety measure and pulled shut the blinds.

“That isn’t good…” You laughed from your seat on the desk, legs swinging as you watched Jim begin to pace. “Halpert? What’s wrong?” You had noticed he had been off balance today; you had assumed it was a few bad sales calls that caused it.

Jim wasn’t quite sure what to say now he had you alone, so instead he decided to act. In two steps, he crossed the room to Michael’s desk and pressed his lips to yours feverishly, his hands coming to your cheeks as he kissed you with raw passion you hadn’t ever seen in him before. You did nothing to stop him though, instead shrugging off the lab coat and letting it fall onto the oak you sat on, spreading your legs for Jim to move closer and tangling you fingers in his hair.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all day…” Jim muttered, pulling away for a moment to catch his breath. His hands moved from your face to travel your body, landing on your ass and pulling you to the edge of the table. “Teasing me in that dress…”

“I have?” You moaned out, surprised by the admission from your boyfriend, and the PDA. You knew you looked nice today, but a tease?

“Why do you think all the guys in the office have been extra attentive today?” Jim chuckled, and it clicked in your head.

“Oh… Oh my god!” You gasped, followed by a giggle. “That makes a lot more sense…” you paused for a moment, pulling Jim close by his tie. You weren’t one for anything hardcore in the bedroom, but with Jim, you knew how to push his buttons. “Is that why you dragged me in here? You were jealous?” You asked with a smirk, loosening his tie until it was on the carpet, and starting to unbutton his shirt.

“So, what if it was?” Jim countered, his thumbs running along the hem of your skirt before pushing it up your thighs, revealing the lacy tops of your stockings and your match black underwear set. He audibly groaned at the sight, his trousers becoming increasingly tight. “The things you do to me Y/N I-” You cut him off by reconnecting your lips, finishing unbuttoning Jim’s shirt and moving on to his belt as he shrugged the fabric from his shoulders.

“You know, you have to remember that this… This is just a costume.” You whispered in Jim’s ear, moving his hand to your underwear, which he swiftly pulled off. “You get everything underneath…” the words dripped from your tongue, sultry and tempting and more than enough to convince Jim to press two fingers against your folds.

To say you were wet was an understatement, and the smirk on Jim’s face did nothing to aid the situation. You were wet for him, from the way he kissed you, the way he touched you, and no-one else. With a pull on the front of your dress, the elasticity of the fabric working in Jim’s favour to expose a lacy black bra, he simultaneously slipped two fingers inside you, earning a moan as your head dropped back.

Jim made sure to tease you first, his thumb flicking over your clit to provide jolts of pleasure but no real stimulation, the fingers pumping slowly inside you, getting you used to the intrusion, forcing you to relax a little.

“You know sweetheart…” Jim’s voice had dropped an octave into a growl that made you shiver. “You could always wear stuff like this more often…” The words caught you off guard, and Jim played to his advantage, speeding up the pace of his fingers and adding a third, earning a gasp from you, one of your hands flying up to cover your mouth as another moan rolled past your lips.

“Jim…” You whispered, your eyes fluttering shut as his fingers curled, tension already building in your abdomen.

“Nobody’s around, move your hand away.” Jim ordered, and you did as instructed. He smirked in approval, picking up the pace with his fingers and dropping down to his knees, eye-level with your dripping cunt. “All this just for me?” He teased, and you whined as his tongue darted out to lick your bud.

“This isn’t fair!” You whimpered, legs trembling, but Jim just smiled.

“You teased me all day in that dress Y/N, I would say this? This is perfectly fair.” Jim finished his statement by switching his fingers inside you for his tongue, and you couldn’t help but thread a hand in his hair and pull him closer.

“Fuck… Jim I’m close.” You warned, Jim slowing down the pace for a just a moment to throw you off, to make you think he wouldn’t let you cum. Your stomach had begun knotting, your whole body tensing up as Jim’s tongue lapped your juices and his thumb pressed down on your clit. Jim moved his face away, planning to finish you off with his fingers again, when a sudden noise jolted you both from the sex-induced haze, and ruined whatever orgasm you had been building up to.

The phone was ringing, and Jim knew the number.

“Answer it.” Jim stood up as he spoke, pressing his lips to your neck. You moved back a little, and Jim looked up at you with a wicked glint in his eye, and you couldn’t lie, it excited you.

So, on the fourth ring, you picked up the phone.

“Hell-oh?” Your eyes widened, and Jim captured your lips in his as he pressed his cock against your heat, having undone his pants while you were preoccupied.

“Hello Y/N? This is Dwight. I was wondering what time you would be leaving the office.” Dwight’s voice on the other end was loud enough for you both to hear, and Jim rocked his hips forward as your lips parted, entering you. You did your best not to moan, Jim’s size was still something that shocked you a little despite almost a year of dating and sex.

“O-oh, hi Dwight.” You responded with shaky breath, biting down on your lip as Jim pulled out again. He was watching your with a playful grin on his face, daring you to moan down the phone, to reveal the compromising situation the pair of you were into his rival. To add insult to injury, he decided to bottom out in you as you began speaking again. “We-WE!” You gasped, slapping his arm with your free hand, only to receive his lips on your neck in return, this time intent on leaving a mark.

“So tight for me…” Jim growled in your ear, and you let out a whimpering, alarming Dwight on the other end.

“Are you alright?”

“Just fine, Dwight. G-got a p…papercut.” You had to stop and breathe, covering the speaker on the phone to let out a whimper, much to Jim’s amusement. “These files are worse than we thought. We might be here a while, head on without us.” You said as quickly as you could, Jim beginning to pick up the pace of his thrusts, your walls clenching around him and earning a groan.

“Well, I could assist if you would like?”

“It’s alright, we’ve… We’ve got it handled. See you tomorrow, Dwight…” You held onto Jim, his movements bringing back round the release you had almost managed to get.

“Right, well, goodni-” You hung up the phone before Dwight had time to finish, letting out a pent up moan as you lay back on the desk, finally relaxing into the rhythm of Jim’s cock pounding into you.

“You asshole.” You hissed through the pleasure, fully giving in to the experience, while still noticing the proud look on Jim’s face.

He knew he had it good. Becaause he could say, without question, the girl everyone wanted was his. He could see it. As you, his Y/N lay on the desk beneath him, hair haloed around your head and breasts now inching free from your bra, dress ridden up to your abdomen and the straps halfway down your arms, moaning and begging for more, Jim knew he had officially won whatever game the world had been playing him in.

“Don’t lie, you love it.” Jim groaned as your walls spasmed around his girth again. His own release was fast approaching, and by the way your lips had parted in pleasure, the trembles that had once again started in your legs, he knew you were close too.

“Jim…” You moaned out, confirming it for him. You reached up, pulling him to lean over you by the neck, shifting his position inside you to press right against your sweet spot, his strokes becoming sloppy but more forceful.

“Fuck Y/N…” He muttered, the light from the window catching on the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead. “Cum for me…” He moaned out, and with a final stroke you were pushed over the edge, the tension in your stomach finally releasing and sending moans and curses tumbling from your lips.

You were so gone in the moment that you didn’t notice Jim still, finishing himself, and only after a few moments, and a kiss from Jim on your forehead, did you return to reality.

“We… We really had sex in the office…” You laughed in disbelief, looking around the room. Your clothes were scattered, the desk a complete mess thanks to the hasty sex session. Jim was just watching you as you sat up, a smile on his face, and he pulled out, tucking himself back into his trousers.

“I’m going to get some wet paper towels from the bathroom.” He suggested, shrugging back on his shirt and starting on the buttons as he left you to catch your breath.

By the time you had both cleaned up and fixed your clothes back into something semi-presentable, it was dark outside. Neither of you cared much, walking out the office cuddled into one another, Jim’s arm over your shoulders and yours around his waist.

“You know, I think we should tell the office we’re dating.” Jim announced as he led you over to your cars, and you pulled out your own set of keys as he put his stuff in the trunk. It took you a second to process the proposal, but you looked up and grinned.

“Really?” You asked, and Jim couldn’t help but kiss you.

“Well, yeah, bit tired of not getting to show off the girl I love.” Jim said with a wink, and you kissed him again.

“I love you too.” You promised, the first time you had shared the words between you, but it was clear you both meant it.

“There was silence for a moment, you opening your own car and setting your work bag on the back seat, closing the door as you thought for a moment.

“You know… I cosplay…” You blurted out, and Jim turned to you in surprise. “You know, you mentioned this would happen more often if I wore more stuff like this… I can assure you there is plenty more.” You giggled as you said it, blushing red.

“That… That is very interesting information…” Jim looked like he was going to say something more but went red from ear to ear. Even after the encounter upstairs, Jim was still his goofy self.

“Why don’t you come over tonight?” You offered, to which Jim quickly nodded, leaving you both laughing as you got into your separate cars, only to meet twenty minutes later at your place, a step further in your relationship.

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ravenwingxx · 4 years

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Hey! I decided to post an old fanfiction work I did, since I'm finally active on tumblr.

TW: FLASHBACKS, CHILD ABUSE, NIGHTMARES, basically Dave's home life aka bro.

Summary:

Dave isn't feeling very well, but he's too cool to admit it.

In which Dave has a a shitty dream and wants to suffer alone, but Karkat won't let him and they end up eating popcorn and watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S together.

Takes place 8 months into the meteor trip, and Dave and Karkat are still on the I hate you but you're really cool to hang out with side.

You could hear footsteps downstairs. They were quiet, very quiet, but the small shuffling of feet or squeak of a smuppet alerted you that he was home. The fact that you knew he was home at all meant he wanted you to, Bro never was this loud for no reason. You knew the reason. He hadn't been home for weeks, out on another one of his random DJ puppet trips or whatever. You relished in that time, letting your sore muscles relax. When he was away it meant no more strifing for at least 5 days, letting fresh wounds heal instead of breaking them open every morning over and over again. It meant you could go downstairs for water without worrying about waking him up or being dragged up onto the roof. It meant you didn't have to starve, you could go out every night for food and not be yelled at or punched for leaving without permission he would have never gave you. During those times were when you had the right mind to wonder, maybe he just wanted to see you dead already. Or maybe, your head would snarl back, he wants you to have a long, drawn out, painful life so that your death will be more enjoyable.

When he was home, however, after one of his long disappearances, there was a 100% probability he would strife you sooner or later. He was always harder on you when he hadn't hurt you for a while. Maybe beating children into the ground was a hobby, or some sort of sick joke.

Lost in thought, you hadn't noticed that the sounds had suddenly diminished. That's definitely the only reason why a loud noise against your door suddenly had you still, your breath catching in your throat. You could feel your stomach roll over on itself like it was trying to do a shitty front flip, and your heart was trying to join in. That was the sound that initiated a strife. He was probably already on the roof waiting for you. If you took longer than five minutes he'd surely break a bone or two. Maybe three. No matter what, though, your room was always a safe haven. The rest of the house was fair hunting grounds.

You shudder, pulling at the neck of your t-shirt and rolling off your bed and onto your shaky feet. You probably shouldn't waste any more time being a baby. It's stupid to be scared, you remind yourself. Bro is cool, swords are cool, strifing is cool. Striders don't do uncool. They also don't do scared. So you straighten your shades, pushing them up your nose and captchaloging your sword from above your bed. Evening light shines through your window. Didn't Bro get back late afternoon? Has it already been that long?

You stop dwelling and open your door, flinching at the tiniest of creaks it makes. As you sneak quietly into the living room, you make a mental note to be more careful next time. You gently move aside some smuppets sitting in a small pile by the doorway to the roof, and step over a trashed numchuck. To your dismay, Cal isn't on his usual place on the kitchen counter. That means he's with Bro, and that also means he'll be joining the strife.

Not that there's anything wrong with Cal, of course. He's just a bit unsettling is all.

You climb the stairs. Your internal clock says it's been about two minutes, you're really slacking this time. Bro is probably gonna tease you for being too lazy or something. You hope he won't notice the way sweat already drips down your neck, or your shaking hands.

Your heart climbs into your throat when you reach the last step, sword held tightly with both hands. Opening the door with the tip of it, you step onto the hot pavement. You're lucky you left your shoes on earlier today after school, or your feet would probably burn again. It's hard to count the amount of times you were dumb and ended up getting hurt by it.

You finally stop looking at your feet and glance up, seeing what you had anticipated. Your Bro is standing there in all his ironically cool glory, his sword held lazily in one hand and Cal in the other. You copy his emotionless expression, breathing through your nose. It feels like someone filled your lungs with fuzz, making it hard to breathe. That always seems to happen when you strife.

You tense when he moves, slinging Cal over his shoulders and easily shifting his sword into position. You push one foot back behind the other without willing yourself too, your body trained for this. Autopilot clicks on as you stare at your Bro, waiting to see who will make the first strike. He doesn't move. It looks like it's your turn, it almost always is. No matter how much it makes you wanna puke. He probably knows this, so he's forcing you to go first to make you stronger. You're terrified of what would happen if you didn't go first when he wanted you too. He'd probably throw you off the roof and abandon your body for the crows.

This reality is suddenly all too plausible once you've realized that you hesitated for far too long. His lip curls up in what looks like distaste, and you scream at yourself in your head. You gasp as he's suddenly next to you, his shadow unable to keep up. You can't either, it seems, because in the next second he's pushed you to the ground with the blunt of his sword. You can feel skin scrape off of your hands and elbows as you quickly push yourself up, rolling out of the way of a second attack. Your on your feet again and you flashstep behind him and don't hesitate to swing your sword. Hesitation means death.

To your dismay, your sword hits thin air and you mutter a curse under your breath. You left your back open. You made a bad move, and now your gonna be forced to pay the consequences. You have no time to react when a foot slams into your back, and you land on your hip. You hiss in pain, but at least you fell properly. You raise your sword to block another attack, the impact vibrating up your arm and into your skull. When he moves his sword, it gives you enough time to flashstep again, this time aiming for his side.

Again, he gives you no openings and is there to parry your attack and push forwards towards you faster than what you can deal with. His sword strikes again, and you just barely dodge a serious hit as the blade grazes your arm and easily slicing the sleeve and skin. You can feel his accusing gaze bore into you as you stumble a bit, trying to regain yourself. You send a strike at him, but as you do so his face twists up in what seems to be annoyance and he drops his sword, grabbing your wrist roughly with his fingers.

You gasp in surprise, biting down on your tongue as he pulls you forward and kicks you with his foot. You stumble and fall, trying to scramble out of his way. He's really pissed. You probably spaced out one too many times, or did something you shouldn't have. Your performance wasn't at all top notch today, either.

Your scramble attempt is futile, and his foot connects harshly with your side. Another one lands itself on your back. He kicks you back each time you try to get up or move, and your body is throbbing by the time your back hits the wall and you know your probably going to be skipping school and forging absent notes for the next couple of days.

Bro leans down and grabs your throat, and you weakly try to push his hand off to no avail. He looks angry. He drags your body up and you gag, trying to force air through your lungs. Your sword had been abandoned quite some time ago after Bro had made it clear trying to block his kicks with it was fruitless.

"Worthless brat." you go still at the sound of his voice, looking at him desperately. "You're weak, pathetic. I'm ashamed to be even trying to train you at this point, you hit like a fucking toddler." His voice sounds steady and emotionless, like always, despite the look on his face. His hand tightens around your throat. Is this it, is he finally gonna kill you?

When you're unable to respond, he scoffs at you and drops your throat, letting you crumple to the ground and wheeze. He flickers, his sword suddenly in his hands. His next words feel like salt is being rubbed into your gaping wounds.

"Just fucking die already." He raises his sword, and you squeeze your eyes shut. This is it, the day your Bro finally fucking kills you. You'll never be able to say goodbye to John, or Rose, or even Jade. Oh god, Jade. You wonder what she's gonna think when your dead. Will she miss you? Your mind comes up with a blank as the sword is driven toward your chest, and a blank white noise fills your ears. You think you hear someone hastily scream. This is the day you finally leave this hell hole, this is the day you-

This is the day you wake up.

You gasp, flailing around in your blankets. Your clothes cling to your skin, drenching them in sweat. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, threatening to break the skin and leave you. You curl in on yourself, holding back shaky sobs and clenching your fists around your blankets, trying and failing not to freak out. It was just a dream, it was just a dream, it was just a dream. You're safe, on the meteor, with your sister and her girlfriend and your friends and Bro is dead and you'll be fine. You'll definitely be fine. No more strifing, no more blood, no more death, and certainty no more pain.

You try to breathe again, your breath shaking as badly as your body. You can feel more tears slip down onto your already wet cheeks, and you grit your teeth. You run through a few mandatory breathing exercises to calm yourself down. Those were something you adapted around eight months ago on LoHaC, out of desperation. They help, sometimes.

You spend jegus knows how long laying there, running through pathetic breathing exercises and wiping an embarrassing amount of tears from your face until you finally get your shaking under control. When you finally feel like death isn't fast approaching and ready to haul your ass off to who knows where, you reach out and pat your desk down until your hand comes in contact with the cold metal of your phone. You bring it to your face and check the time, squinting. It's 2:09 am in meteor central time.

You gently nudge the phone back onto the desk and swap it out for your shades, slipping them on. You take a moment to enjoy the familiar feeling of the plastic pressing against the bridge of your nose before removing the sheet from your body. You could really use some water right now, your mouth is close to rivaling the fucking Atacama Desert.

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you slip out of bed and sneak to your door. This is reminding you all too much of your dream. The silence feels suffocating. You try not cringe at the way your door creaks as you push it open, or the way your bare feet carelessly shuffle on the ground. Trying to be quiet will only make your fear worse.

You spend the next 10 minutes or so walking down the halls of the dark, empty meteor searching for the kitchen. No one is awake at this time. It's probably only you. You eventually spot the familiar doorway leading to the kitchen. The art around it is...interesting. In a fit of boredom Rose and Kanaya had spent three hours painting flowers and eldritch tentacle monsters around the kitchen's outer walls, and they did a pretty good job. Kanaya even added a little Rainbow Drinker in the bottom biting someone's neck. It's a tad bit disturbing how those girls' minds work. Even Vriska is tamer than them when it comes to certain things, and that's saying something.

You reach up into a cabinet and grab a large, teal blue plastic cup. It's one of Terezi's. You turn on the faucet and hold the cup under it, spacing out slightly as the water line slowly rises. The dream you had...you don't want to dwell on it. Mainly because you can actually remember it. You remember the day you were 11, and your Bro had just gotten back home. You went up to the roof for a strife and it was the first time ever that you didn't strike first when it was obvious you should have. He didn't actually kill you after that, you're pretty sure the dream went a bit wild after he choked you, but the wounds he inflicted that day kept you home for two weeks. Your dream was generous in sparing most of the gory details of what went down during that strife. Maybe death would have been an easier way out for little Dave. Not this Dave though. In a way, you're really glad to be here. Things finally look like they're taking a turn for the bright side, and now the meteor is hurtling towards a universe you know very little about. You can only hope everyone makes it out alive.

"Dave?" A scratchy voice coming from behind you snaps you out of your thoughts. You realize you'd been standing there with the water rushing down the side of your cup for quite some time now. You quickly shut the water off and tip your cup, letting some of it rush down the drain. You turn to see an all too familiar troll face staring back at you. "Dave, what in the actual living fuck are you doing awake at *this* hour?"

You take a quick sip of your water so you don't sound like Karkat as you respond, annoyed at your dry throat. "I could ask the same, mister grumpy pants." Karkat doesn't look very good. He has a blanket clutched in one hand to keep himself warm in his early morning trek across a comet, and he's itching at red puffy eyes with his other. He looks like he hasn't slept for days. "You don't look the pinnacle of perfect health either, y'know."

A familiar scowl etches it's way into Karkat's features. Ah, there it is. The infamous Vantas scowl, rearing it's head once again. It really can't seem to stay away. You think it likes you.

"Answer the fucking question, Strider." Karkat crosses his arms over his small chest, the blanket going along for the ride. He bares his teeth and leans against the door frame, his eyes locked on your shades. "I am not in the mood to deal with your elusive, blubbering human bullshit and I'd rather get this unfortunate tragedy right to the point and move on with my pathetic life."

You try to hide a snicker, smirking back at him. You love the way Karkat gets 'angry' over the tiniest of things. It's easy to get caught in silly disputes with him and forget your problems. "A man needs his brooding time, Vantas. Can't you tell? Is brooding not a thing trolls do?"

He huffs at you, rolling his eyes and snapping back right on time. "I'd rather not spend the next two years and four months on this meteor waiting for you to stop being so goddamn ridiculous and cagey. What the withering maggotbeast is up with you? You look worse than me and that's saying something, shit stack."

You shrug, taking another large sip of your water. Your dry throat is feeling a little less dry now, thankfully. No point in trying to fuck with him, your still a little shaken up from all that happened a bit earlier. "Couldn't sleep. Gotta problem, Kitkat?"

His scowl doesn't disappear, but it visibly lessens. "Oh." He bites his lip, looking away as if almost embarrassed. "Yeah, uh, me neither." His body seems to tense and untense, like he's afraid of you judging. Oh shit.

"How long have you been awake?" You tilt your head at him, genuinely curious.

"Three days." He grumbles back, his voice seeming to drop in volume each time he speaks. You try not to be surprised. You've been hit with bouts of insomnia before, but you've never had it that bad. Sure, you would get an hour of sleep one night and only a few more the next, but you don't think you could handle staying up for three days straight. You feel a small ping of pity, but obviously don't let it show.

"Well," you start out, chugging the rest of your water quickly and tossing the cup in the sink. "What were you planning on doing?

He narrows his eyes at you, suspicious. "Why in the name of Gog would you give a single flipping fuck about where I'm sticking my nasty ass bulge? Don't humans know how to mind their own business?"

You huff at him, feigning an offending look and putting your hand on your chest. You stick your bottom lip out for extra measure. "I'm hurt, Karkles. You won't even let a fellow bro know what's crackin? What your getting up to in the empty halls of a meteor at the ass crack of hypothetical morning?"

He curls his lip at you, glaring. "It's not like it's any of your business, Strider, but if your so desperate to know what an obviously far superior person to you in every way is doing, I'm going to watch a goddamn movie or maybe binge a season or two of some show." he hesitates, before going a light shade of red and mumbling. "I suppose you wouldn't wanna join? I came to the kitchen to get popcorn."

You blink in surprise. You didn't at all expect him to offer you to join him, but now that you think of it...why not? It's likely you won't be going back to sleep any time soon, and scrolling through your phone for the entire morning is all kinds of boring. So you shrug, letting a small smirk slip onto your lips. "Sure, why not?"

He tries to feign his surprise as fake and scowls at you, his nose wrinkling up. "As expected, Strider. Can you grab the popcorn?"

You oblige, searching the disorganized shelf for the alchemized popcorn and pulling out two bags. You turn and toss them to Karkat, who is now standing by the microwave. You hold back a good intended snicker when he fails to catch one of the packets and bends down to pick it up, glaring at you as he does so. "Fuck off Strider, not everyone has perfect fucking balance like you."

"Are you calling me perfect?"

"NO you ass for brains retard!" He curls his lip in anger and throws a packet into the microwave, hitting the two minute button. "Just TRY not to make anymore stupid noises come out of your food flap until AFTER the movie, hear me?"

"Gotcha."

You both make minimal chat while the popcorn pops, and once both bags are done you argue for 3 minutes over if you should combine the bags or let each of you have one. You both eventually come to a begrudging agreement of pouring both bags into one large bowl. While walking down the hallway you both get into another argument over who carries the popcorn bowl, and you almost die laughing over the silliness of it all. By the time you've reached his room, where you both will be watching shit together, you're almost certain that you've left a trail of popcorn from the kitchen to his bed from pulling the bowl back and forth. Despite all the half-hearted bickering, the two of you are smiling and playfully pushing each other by the time you sit down.

Karkat pulls his husktop onto his lap and scrolls through a large list of downloaded movies and shows. "How about 10 Things I Hate About You? I've already watched it and it seems like the flaming pile of trash that is that movie has an endless pile of things I can make fun of it for." He seems genuinely serious and focused. This makes you smirk.

"A rom-com dude? Really? How about we watch that sitcom? Uh, friends or some shit. John forced me to watch it once and I got weirdly attached so maybe we can..." you trail off as you see the look he's giving you. It's like 'holy shit' 'are you kidding me' and 'what the fuck' all had a deformed baby together. "Uh..."

He interrupts you, a small excited clicking coming from the back of his throat. "Strider why the hell did you not tell me your taste in shows was spot fucking on? That show is the only true master piece of humanity. The only thing that could make it better were if it was a troll show, Dave. That's saying shit, too, you'd have to search far and wide for a compliment to your lame ass society you call humanity."

You roll your eyes, nudging his shoulder with yours. "Just play the thing already, Karkles."

He hisses at you and finds it in his overwhelmingly large collection of human and troll movies. "Here. Found it."

"Good now you click on it like that and you see the button that says play? Click on that."

"I know how to operate my own husktop!" he nudges you back with his shoulder harder than you did, and you complain as the episode loads. You try to talk when it starts, but he shushes you and mutters. "Just watch the fucking episode, Strider."

So you do. The two of watch episodes of F.R.I.E.N.D.S, your popcorn bowl slowly diminishing. Halfway through episode 7, you feel your eyes start to droop. You rest your head on Karkat's shoulder, tuning the movie out and dozing off.

When you first got on this meteor trip, you hated it. You hated the thought of being cooped up with your crazy annoying sister who, despite her good intents, always seemed to annoy you. You hated being stuck with two annoying, snarky trolls, a now ex, and a murderer. Not to mention Rose's girlfriend. You felt alone and scared and you still weren't over what happened to you, both in Sburb and within the walls of your own fucked up 'home.' Hell, you're sure you'll never be over it, but still...Sitting here, watching a stupid show with someone you were bound determined was trying to piss you off and make you snap every single time you saw him for the first few months makes a guy think.

And you've thought. You're certain now, that maybe this won't be the hell it's made out to be. You're not strong, you're a pathetic weak mess who doesn't want to accept the pity you know others will give. You're still only 14 but you feel so, so much older. Maybe, though, just maybe, you can become stronger by accepting this, and fighting back for once in your stupidly short life. Hell, you've already died a billion times over. You've seen friends die a billion times over, too.

So, as you doze off on the shoulder of a certain shouty and surprisingly cute troll, a small smile slips onto your lips and the world spins madly on.

#homestuck #fanfiction #davekat #abuse #child abuse #dave strider #karkat vantas #dave x karkat #a03 fic #ravenwingx #fanfic #nightmares #canon typical violence #yeah stuff like that #enjoy

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bladekindeyewear · 5 years

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Boots Reads Homestuck Epilogue(s) Part 11 - Candy Page 12

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Alright, looks like Jake and Jane had an active night and now Jake’s going to distance himself again.

Yeah you’re pretty afraid of closing this distance with Jane. You REALLY don’t want it, do you?

JANE: Lighten up Jake! The election’s off! The economy is stable! Dirk is probably never going to talk to us ever again! And we just... we finally fucked. Hoo hoo hoo!

Okay seeing that “Hoo hoo hoo!” at the end of the sentence makes it really fucking uncomfortable somehow.

Something catches the corner of his eye, and he swivels his head around to see the Trickster Lollipop on his bedside table.

JANE I THOUGHT YOU WEREN’T GOING TO BE SUCH A SCUMBAG THIS TIME AROUND WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO????

far more sets of underwear than the number of people accounted for in the room.

Yeah that sounds about like what might happen with the lollipop thrown in.

Okay at least it was Jake’s idea??? that makes it... ALMOST... better... but not really..??

Oh God, and Jake just does the pushover thing and rolls with it only because he thinks he SHOULD, not because he wants to. Fuck.

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Mhmm. There’s always a thick sense that “what would Bro tell me to do” was thick in everything Dave did hanging over him like a shadow. Interesting that here it manifests as that Meta voice he was using in Meat or whatever.

Is Dirk even going to be there, or has he fled entirely?

Gamzee, what the fuck are you doing. Forceful character arc intervention? Is that what you did with Roxy somehow?

...is Gamzee toying with the narrative now that Dirk has fled or something??

...okay there’s some author worship going on or some such?

Dave how do you even know who Pagliacci is.

Okay there’s the Rose bot, and an ominous note. Suicide note? Self-Decapitation note, again? Hm.

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Epilogue Three

Okay, that’s some startlingly abrupt pathmaking toward suicide. I was warned that there was a vivid description of the leadup to suicide in Candy somewhere, so I’ll try to talk only lightly about it as I read.

Your legs feel impressively powerful as you begin to climb the staircase

Nice Meat callback at least.

A flip of the cosmic coin has rendered your entire life completely inessential. What could you accomplish in a dead-end existence like this? There are no stakes. No meaningful challenges. No structures or themes—only residual chemical reactions in a dying brain, a physical system’s obligate compulsion to exhaust its own lingering momentum. A cockroach with its head cut off, waiting to die of thirst.

Wow, yeah, you REALLY can’t stand living in a world where you don’t hold some sort of Light-y relevance, can you? So much so that you were willing to steal Light away from the story entirely just to have more to carry with you in the flipside. Is this supposed to sort of embody the comeuppance you didn’t get in the other half, the way you’re offing yourself here? Weird.

Your friends might derive some sense of fulfillment from satisfying the elementary obligations of self-preservation and self-propagation, but there’s nothing here for you. It doesn’t matter anymore.

HOW ABOUT LIVING HAPPY LIVES AND NOT GETTING STUCK IN COMAS YOU ASSHOLE

Seriously, that whole Meat part, the... the four things I really couldn’t stand being left with were Jane’s fate, Jade’s situation, ROSE’s unenviable situation, and Dirk being allowed to escape without consequence. Three of my favorite characters left on doomed paths or basically IN COMAS, constantly having their agency quashed by others or forced away from anything that could have corrected their disastrous path (Jane’s) by Dirk’s meddling. A line being drawn in the sand that clearly stated CANON ENDS HERE, before any of them could wake up or stop FUCKING SUFFERING. Jesus Christ. I just wanted some loose ends tied up by this epilogue, I didn’t need the characters’ POSSIBLE HAPPINESS to be left unresolved with a likely “NO” as the answer??!??? THEY DIDN’T COME ALL THIS WAY AND SACRIFICE AND WIN FOR JUST THAT! DIRK STOLE THE FUCKING ULTIMATE REWARD FROM THEM OUT OF NOWHERE!

*breathes*

FUCK. So, yeah, on to seeing Dirk either die or get stopped by Dave somehow because he still needs him or whatever.

Ew, self-decapitation indeed. You narcissistic fuck.

When you think so little of yourself as a moral character, any act of self-termination will result in a death that is Just.

Huh. So that influences the way the clock judges you, hm?

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A damn funeral, huh.

He looks at Roxy, who is staring at the floor, rather beside herself in grief.

Oh thank goodness, a glimpse at her line to Gamz had me thinking she was in weird happy-stuck Candy mode still, that would have fucked this scene a bunch.

...IS Dave really more eloquent than you, though?

Dave’s long speech--

Oh my gosh I just realized during this speech how UTTERLY FUCKED of Andrew people must have thought this Dirk suicide section was if they chose Candy FIRST. Jesus dick.

End of speech. Jane, stop being so remarkably fucking composed. Unless Dirk’s plans and machinations really hurt you as much as you let on when you expressed seemingly-mock excitement that you’d “never hear from him again”.

Fuck you Gamzee.

ROXY: BRAVO!!! DAMN I FEEL LIKE IF I NEVER HEARD ANOTHER WORD THIS GUY EVER SAID THATD BE FINE BECAUSE THAT WAS ALL JUST SO *PERFECT*

Thanks for coming to your senses Roxy, better late than never I guess.

Dave dips down so that their noses are bumping. Karkat’s eyes are so wide it’s amazing they don’t pop out. For a moment, it looks like they’re going to...

John sneezes.

Oh COME ON, John. :(

JOHN: i have no idea why i did that. now i have this whole memory in my head that i could have definitely lived without.

Me after reading the Meat epilogue.

Huh, offering to undo the death. That IS potentially a little bit insensitive, as obvious and necessary a question it is to ask, even if the answer is no.

DAVE: dirk was a complicated guy DAVE: dude obviously had reasons for doing what he did DAVE: if you go back and just rewrite his decision DAVE: thats like denying him his personal autonomy

Exactly.

A courtesy that Dirk, funny enough, wouldn’t have given anyone else. The fucking prick.

--Yep, they’re too far outside of canon for his retcon powers to work anymore. Rose told him on the last day he could.

Roxy what the hell are you doing.

ROXY: we should get hitched

No, you should ANSWER WHY YOU LEFT CALLIOPE HANGING and THEN decide LIKE ADULTS to do whatever you all feel like doing. This isn’t legitimate if you’re HIDING most of the situation in Voidy shadow! If you really DO want this, then do it properly and HONESTLY!!!!

JOHN: you... JOHN: LOVE me?? ROXY: yea john i love you ROXY: wanna marry u and spend the rest of my life with u and pop out a bunch of cute lil buck toothed babies with you JOHN: oh, uh. haha, wow. roxy that’s um. JOHN: that’s a LOT.

Yeah, this isn’t how it should go. WOULD go. Something’s seriously wrong with Roxy right now and I hope John figures out how to bring them to the forefront so they can come to an honest decision.

Just a few weeks ago, Roxy was happy with Calliope, and now she wants to have his babies? John feels like he’s missing something important here, like he went for a bathroom break during the part of the movie where the plot twist happens.

Exactly. And you haven’t even had time to process how you feel about HER again. If something’s off, make it NOT off before you say yes.

Roxy practically attacks John’s mouth, she’s so excited. John shuts his eyes and kisses her back, still giddy and laughing against her lips. She kisses him until they’re both breathless, then pulls back so that she can gaze at him with glittering eyes.

ROXY: omg ROXY: were gonna be SO freakin happy!

Yyyyeah, THAT was ominous. Someone’s definitely fucking with this situation behind the scenes. ...Maybe Roxy’s been hitting the Lollipop too when the camera’s away from her?

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Dammit, we skipped to the wedding without resolving ANY of their fucking issues first. This is bad.

--oh my god we skipped to months PAST the wedding too.

JOHN: jane and jake are kinda, um, together now. TEREZI: OH GOD JOHN: and she basically ordered jake to catch the bouquet “or else.” JOHN: i was seriously afraid for him. and then he didn’t even catch it!

Jane. Jane, come the fuck on.

Can’t we get ONE TIMELINE where Jane doesn’t end up terrible???? D:

JOHN: yeah. they’re all dating. JOHN: or rather... jade is dating them both. JOHN: dave and karkat haven’t... exactly figured things out yet. JOHN: and as much as i love jade, i don’t actually think she’s helped matters by putting herself in the middle of it. TEREZI: HMM >:[ TEREZI: SOM3HOW TH4T DO3SNT S33M R1GHT JOHN: i know.

Jade, you can’t force these things!!!

Can’t we get ONE TIMELINE where Jade doesn’t end up unhappy???? D:

JOHN: now i have to pretend to laugh and think it’s funny when she makes jokes about being the next to “tie the knot.” TEREZI: WOW D1D SH3 R34LLY GO FOR TH4T DOUBL3 3NT3NDR3 JOHN: what? TEREZI: WH4T JOHN: what do you mean? TEREZI: N3V3R M1ND

Jegus Christ. Terezi, WHY did you have to go there. I’ve seen enough nsfw RP to know exactly the fuckery you’re alluding to with Jade, NO.

JOHN: things’ll probably work out with those three anyway. things always work out between old friends. JOHN: we’ve all known each other for too long for anything to cause a permanent rift.

Fucking allusions to the Meat section... D:

...okay, babies time. There are babies. Or at least one Roxy pregnancy and that earlier Vriskgrub.

TEREZI: 1T JUST S33MS... K1ND4 F4ST

YES, YES IT DOES.

TEREZI: 1 4LR34DY H34RD 4BOUT HOW J4N3 1S D4T1NG BOTH J4K3 *4ND* G4MZ33 4ND UNFORTUN4T3LY 1 DO B3L13V3 1T

What the FUCK is going on. Who’s manipulating everyone. Gamzee maybe??

TEREZI: H4H4H4 1 HOP3 YOU H4V3NT S33N TH3 P1CTUR3 D4V3 TOOK JOHN: dave has a picture?! JOHN: wait, never mind. i don’t want to know, and i definitely don’t want to see it.

Yeah that’s a cursed image if I ever heard of one

JOHN: so, what did you think, talking to dave and karkat? JOHN: did they seem... happy? TEREZI: NOP3 JOHN: oh my god, i KNOW, right? JOHN: the whole thing is such a mess, it’s hard to be in the same room with them these days. JOHN: i don’t even know the full story because dave won’t talk to me about it anymore, and jade seems to think that everything’s going just fine.

Dammit Jade, you forced your way in too early!!! D:

And why can’t Andrew at least PRETEND to give us a slight, fishing-line-thin possibility that Jade might POSSIBLY have any sort of chance at an endgame workable romance with ANY OF HER GOSH DARN FRIENDS AT ALL???????

>:(

I just want Jade to be happy okay jegus

TEREZI: 4 TRU3 K1SM3S1S 1S JUST 4S MUCH YOUR L1F3 P4RTN3R 4S YOUR M4T3SPR1T 1S

Interesting quadrant talk

TEREZI: TH3 PO1NT OF 4 K1SM3S1S 1S NOT JUST TO M4K3 YOU 4NNOY3D OR 3V3N 4NGRY TEREZI: TH3Y SHOULD PUSH YOU TO B3TT3R YOURS3LF TEREZI: TH3Y SHOULD SH1N3 4 L1GHT ON TH1NGS 4BOUT YOURS3LF YOU WOULD OTH3RW1S3 1GNOR3 OR D3NY

EXACTLY. I’ve been saying that about good black relationships for years. And Jade’s plowing in and fucking things up without really making things ANY better AT ALL for anyone but herself, and only temporarily and in her own head at that. :(

TEREZI: 1F 1 W3R3 3V3R TO DO BL4CKROM 4G41N, 1T WOULD H4V3 TO B3 LOW K3Y

Yeah, really pushing at what happens in Meat and stuff.

I love Terezi’s text-emote faces.

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Page 17... Someone told me to watch out for “Candy 18″ without any elaboration or context, so maybe I’ll split the post after this page so I can get to that one fresh? Hm!

My stomach is down to a low anxious simmer, so that’s good compared to before. Maybe reading this whole Candy thing isn’t going to be so bad. I can’t believe I’m not even halfway through.

He’s not sure why he feels the need to hide the fact that he’s talking to her.

Dammit, John.

It should be a beautiful image, but something about it roils John’s gut.

???

Is he catching on to some weird manipulation going on behind the scenes with his own metatextual awareness or?

Yep, Harry Anderson, heh.

He was. What’s bugging him about it is that Roxy didn’t seem to have any suggestions of her own.

YEAH THAT’S A HUGE GODDAMN RED FLAG RIGHT THERE. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO EVERYONE.

...Oh, huh. Now John’s having a bit of panic about how everyone suddenly feels like things are completely resolved with Lord English when they aren’t. And how Rose seems almost HYPNOTIZED into not worrying about it, along with many of the rest of them.

The three gals in the room exchange a series of concerned glances. Do they truly think he’s crazy? Are they hiding something from him? John can feel himself trembling. It’s not possible that he’s remembering this wrong, is it? It can’t be. If he presses his eyes shut, he can still see the lines of the black hole cracking space apart around him. It seemed like such a big deal at the time, and then suddenly it felt like nothing at all. Why?

Are they, though? Do they know they’re in a split timeline of sorts, or...?

You’re the ones not doing okay, he nearly shouts, but then realizes it’s just going to make him sound crazier than he already looks.

Yeah this is all cracking at the seams.

ROXY: oh of course that makes sense

ROXY YOU’RE NOT THIS BRAINLESS WAKE THE FUCK UP

Hm, looks like John’s not as comfortable on the placid planet as he is with someone giving him SOME sort of broader purpose. A lot like Dirk, but LESS FUCKED.

JOHN: i’ve got a beautiful wife who loves me, but it’s not enough. i can’t even talk to her about what we’re going to name our stupid kid without it turning into some weird thing where she just goes along with whatever i want. JOHN: even when all i want is for her to want something different than what i want!!!

It’s like Steven stuck in Rose’s Room with that Connie clone, SU-ways.

Alright, clicking the next button and starting page 18 in the next post.

#Homestuck #Homestuck Epilogue #Upd8 #Homestuck Liveblog #bladekindeyewear #BlastYoBoots

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wwevampireamongkpop · 6 years

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From Show-off to Hope P. 2

*EDIT IS MINE*

A/n: I love the #thirstythotcrew for inspiring me to write again. This was hand written because I had lost internet for a couple days.

Tag List: @empress-with-the-crown @sethie-boos-girl @sugasfatgf @evilangel84 @littledeadrottinghood @nerdlife0612

Pairing: JHope(Hoseok) x Selene [OC], Dolph Ziggler x Selene [OC] (past), Monster Woo x Selene (platonic), other kpop groups

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Selene left the ring for a couple years after a knee injury. She felt like she was losing herself so she decided to take time to herself and travel. She had stopped in Seoul and met the love of her life.

She walked through the halls of the arena. It’s been a couple of years since she was backstage at a live Monday Raw. She kept in contact with a select few because they were her closest friends.

The first person she sees is Roman with his back facing you talking to Seth and Dean. She placed her finger on her lips as she quietly walked up behind Roman. She heard Seth tell Roman to squat down which resulted in him looking at Seth like he was crazy.

“Trust me man.” The moment Roman squatted down, she launched herself onto his back with a giggle leaving her lips as both of them almost fell forward.

“Hey there baby girl.” Roman was finally able to speak after laughing. “It’s good to see you back.”

“It feels good to be back but it’s also a bitter sweet feeling.” She looked up at the Samoan. She hugged Dean and Seth, the smile on her face couldn’t be removed to save her life. “I’ve missed so many moments with y’all.”

“At least you’re back, doll.” She smiled widely as Dean. “What have you been up to the past couple years?”

“I traveled a bit until I settled in Seoul.” Seth cocked his eyebrow at her. “I made quite a few friends there but I missed everyone here.”

“Well, well, well, look at what the cat dragged in.” A voice came from behind you. The look on Roman, Dean and Seth’s faces were of annoyance. She sighed heavily that dripped with annoyance.

“What do you want Dolph?” She turned to see the man who looks like hasn’t changed a day in a few years. If looks could kill, Dolph would be at least six feet under. “The 80′s called, they want their style back.” The look on his face showed that she struck a cord with him.

“Why don’t you disappear like you did last time but at least this time no will know you were even here.”

“Unfortunately for you, Dolph, I was called by Stephanie and asked to come back. She told me a storyline that she thought I would interested in, which is why I’m here.” She stood there and crossed her arms under her chest. “No hard feelings Dolph with how you decided to end our relationship but before you decide to tell your buddy that you were with someone just for sex and pity sex at that,” She stepped closer to him, “make sure your dick and oral game is good because unlike you, I know my oral game is strong as fuck.” Without a second word she walked away. She told the guys she would see them later before walking off to the GM’s office.

Selene walked through the halls, not many people noticed her walking by. Sasha and Bayley were into their conversation, Finn was getting prepped for his match. She knocked on the door and entered when she was told to. The moment she stepped into the room, she saw Baron Corbin but not Stephanie.

“I thought Stephanie was supposed to be here.”

“She is stuck in traffic and will be here soon.” Selene stood there with a look of concern.

“I know how you run things here Corbin. I have been watching.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I know a power hungry prick when I see one.” He looked like he was going to say something. “You can’t put me in a match. I made sure of that when Stephanie called me about this comeback. I haven’t been in the ring in almost 3 years, haven’t trained in one in about 2. Stephanie knows this.”

“I’m the acting..”

“You can be Hunter for all I care, Corbin. You won’t be putting me in a match any time soon. I’ll do promos and stand ringside for my boys but I will not wrestle.” A moment later, Stephanie walks in with a smile on her face.

“I’m sorry I’m late, Selene.”

“It’s alright Stephanie. I understand traffic.” She shook Stephanie's hand with a smile. “I was just telling Baron about the clause in my new contract.”

“I told him about it this morning over the phone. If he tries to break it, call me and let me know.”Stephanie glanced at Baron before returning her gaze to Selene. “If that does happen. I will make you the Acting General Manager of Raw until Kurt comes back from his much needed vacation.” Selene smiled widely.

“Stephanie, you can’t do that. She hasn’t been here…” Stephanie held up her hand.

“I can, Baron. It’s already in her contract.” She pulled the contract out. “All she needs to do is sign it and everything will be set.”

Selene couldn’t keep the smile off her face. Stephanie laid the contract on the table. Selene grabbed the pen and signed her name before glaring at Baron. “Just because I haven’t been around for a couple years doesn’t mean I haven’t been watching. As of now, you may be over me as GM but just remember that if you slip up I’ll be taking your position.” She looked back to Stephanie. “It was great seeing you Stephanie.”

“Like wise, Selene.” Stephanie nodded her head.

“I have a return to get ready for. Thank you Stephanie.” With that she was out the door and back down the hall.

As she walked, she absentmindedly played with the white jade heart that hung from her neck. She had been doing it a lot over the past couple days. While she was in her thoughts, “Hero” by Monsta X played from her phone that was in her back pocket. Shaking her head, she pulled her phone out and saw an incoming call.

“Hello.” Her voice sweet as she answered.

“Noona, when are you coming home?” She sighed when she heard the half whine of Wonho with a very whiney Jooheon next to him.

Dongseng, I’ve been gone two days and you already need me to come home.” She stopped walking and leaned against a wall. “I just signed my new contract and I should have a few days free in a few weeks.”

“AISH, that’s too long of a wait.” Jooheon took the phone from Wonho. THey were acting like little kids and she knew that all of them would miss her. “Hyung’s laughing at us.”

“I would be too.” She giggled a bit. “Aren’t you two supposed to be practicing or reshersing for your concert?”

“Yes....” Both said in unisen. “But we wanted to talk to you.”

“You’re sweet guys. Now go before Shownu finds you and give everyone love for me.”

“We will.” With a simple good-bye, the call ended.

Selene couldn’t keep herself from smiling. She had become friends with a few kpop groups. For a bunch of the guys, she became like an older sister and for some she was a younger sister.

“What’s got you so happy?” She jumped at the sudden voice next to her. Looking over, she saw Seth.

“I just got a call from a couple friends. It’s only been a couple days since I saw them before I left.” All she could do was smile.

“They must miss you that much.”

“They do.” She ran her right hand over her left side. “There are times I think they’d be lost without me.”

“We missed you here. Hasn’t been the same without you.”

“From the looks of it, you guys did pretty good without me.” Selene looked at him. “All three members of the Shield are Grand-slam champions, Roman beat the Undertaker, now he’s Universal Champion, you’re the Intercontinental champ, you three are back together and I couldn’t be more proud to call you three brothers.” A smile formed on Seth’s face and he pulled Selene into a hug.

“It’s good to have our annoying little sister back.”

“Let’s go get ready for my return.” She tapped him on the chest as they both walked down the hall.

They stopped in front of her locker room. She hugged him one last time before going in. She decided to wear a pair of black skinny jeans, a new Shield shirt that was cut to expose her shoulders and part of her back, along with a pair of black knee high leather boots with silver accents.

Her style never really changed much. Always loved skinny jeans when she wasn’t wrestling. The only difference now was she had a couple more tattoos, the largest one on her upper back. Her red and black dragon.

~ She sat facing the back of the seat as the artist worked on her shoulder/ One of her closest friends holding her hand as she tried to control her breathing.

She had already sat through three hours of pain and still had at least another three hours to go in this session.

“You’re doing good so far Selene.”

“Fuck you, Woo.” Glaring at the man. “Why did I even ask you to come with me?”

“Because your other choices are on tour or serving.” She stuck her tongue out at him as the artist dipped the tattoo needle into the ink yet again. “You’re a wrestler and this hurts?”

“Being slammed into a mat is not the same as getting a tattoo. Far from it.” “I’ll take you out after this, whatever you want.” A slue of cuss words fell from her lips as the needle went over a sensitive spot.

“Is Dave coming along with?” She sounded out of breath as she spoke. “Sure, if you want. All I have to do is text him.”

“You text him and he’ll come running to Daddy.” She smirked the best she could through the pain. All he did was laugh at her response.

The pain from the tattoo continued for the next couple hours. The outline and most of the shading was done.

Days later, she had a complete dragon tattoo. Now with a total of six tattoos, she walks into the practice room she knew her boyfriend and his friends were at.

The moment they saw her, everyone smiled. Hugging and kissing her boyfriend, the best she could with the new tattoo. He looked at her confused and worried.

“Don’t worry, Hobi, you didn’t hurt me. I, uh, got a new tattoo a couple days ago.” She took off her jacket to reveal her dragon. She heard the others in awe of the ink.

Hoseok gently ran his fingers over the still sensitive area which caused Selene to inhale deeply. He lightly kissed her shoulder before wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Who went with you to get it?” His voice somewhat low but loud enough everyone heard his question.

“Woo went with me. You were on the last leg of your tour and to be honest. I wanted to surprise you.” She pulled one of his hands from her waist and placed a kiss on his palm. ~

Selene was pulled from her memory by the sound of yelling on the other side of the door. She looked at her phone and saw that Raw has started as well as a text from Stephanie saying stay in the locker room for right now. Nodding to herself, she sent a quick text in the massive group text telling everyone who was excited to see her in this environment that the show has started and she should be on TV within the hour.

She got a bunch of good lucks. Just before she put her phone on silent and in her purse, she got a call. The familiar part of BTS “Idol” played for a second before she answered.

“Hey jagi.” Her voice filled with love.

“I know you’re about to go out in the arena. I just wanted to tell you that I’m proud of you and we can’t wait to see you do your thing.”

Thank you babe.” She bit her bottom lip. “This must be how you feel when I can’t be with you for your concerts.”

“It is and hearing your voice before I go out gives me strength to show Armys just how much their support means to us.” Just then a loud bang came from the door.

“AISH!” She placed her hand on her chest. “That’s my queue to go babe.” “You got this jagi.”

“Thank you, Hobi. Give the others hell for me.” With a quick good-bye, Selene put her phone on silent then in her purse.

Selene walked out of her locker room and was greeted by the Shield. All of them had a smile on their faces when they spotted Selene in a Shield shirt. Dean and Roman stepped aside to let her walk through.

All four of them walked through the hall as if they owned the place. They made their way towards one of the interview areas. Renee was waiting for them and a smile spread across her face when she saw Selene. The stepped around Renee, ready to cut a promo.

“You guys look extremely happy despite what happened earlier.”

“Of course we’re happy, Renee. We got some of the mest news today.” Roman couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

“Rumor has it that we have a returning superstar and they have aligned themselves with the Shield.”

“Well, that isn’t really a rumor.” Seth stepped up and spoke. “This superstar has always been on the Shields side.” Seth looked over at Selene and she nodded. “She had been there for all three of us even when we didn’t all see eye to eye.”

Selene stepped into the light and next to Renee with a smile still on her face.

“Selene, wow, it’s great to have you back and on Raw.”

“It’s great to be back and even better to be with my boys. I have to admit something though.”

“What’s that?” Renee looked confused.

“Well, the Shield has the Universal title and the Intercontinental title but I think they also need the Raw tag team titles.” This caused the guys to smile widely. “They won’t be getting a shot at these titles anytime soon.” Dolph walked up with Drew, chewing his gum like a cow.

“With how you got those titles, you don’t deserve them, Ziggler.” Distaste filled her face as Renee stepped away. “My boys would be more than happy to take those titles from you.” A smirk played across her face.

“That won’t be happening.” Baron’s voice came from behind Dolph and Drew. “You’ve been gone for a while Selene and must have forgotten how things work.”

“I remember clearly, Corbin.” Selene glared at Baron. “Last I knew you had to earn a title shot, not taking out the number one contenders but when you’re power hungry things like that don’t matter.” She shrugged her shoulders and started to walk off but not before nodding her head to Seth and Dean which led to them attacking Dolph and Drew. The moment Selene cleared the area, Roman launched himself at Corbin.

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Homestuck Liveblog #158

UPDATE 158: There’s a Lot to Fix

Last time John had finally learned how to control his retcon powers, and had made all that oil appear in many places. So now what to do with these powers? First he finds Roxy, though, so let’s continue from there.

Right after I opened the first page for the update my internet connection fell down. I thought ‘hey, that’s no problem. The page already loaded, I should be able to read the conversation’, so I followed the flash file’s arrows, ready to interrogate Roxy. All the page had for me to read was “sup”, all buttons said ‘sup’. I had to wait like six hours for the internet connection to come back, which is why this update is one day late. But hey, now that it’s back, I can see the conversation start! Next page, not a flash file. Time to start the conversation! Let’s see...

JOHN: roxy??? ROXY: sup

...that’s all the page has. Why are you mocking me, Roxy.

John immediately asks how the meeting with the denizen went, but Roxy is rather vague about it. Looks like it didn’t lead to any epiphanies about powers or even towards fixing her planet – not that there’s much to be fixed, given that it’s a dead planet – but it was enough to tell Roxy what should be done: fly to John’s planet. In that case, mission accomplished! She’s here. But is that truly all Roxy has to do, I wonder? Just because Roxy doesn’t mention anything else it doesn’t mean nothing else was said. I’d guess there are more instructions, and that Roxy isn’t at liberty of saying any of that, for one reason or another.

Oh. John is going to make his planet disappear. Of course, how didn’t I see it sooner? I theorized how John was going to take the place of the John who died in the other timeline, then it’s likely he’d take the planet with him to replace the one that exploded. I didn’t think at the time that’d happen, though, I thought the explosion had been no more than a means to kill John and everything else in there, not that John would take the entire planet with him. There’s the matter of Roxy, though. Will she be completely obliterated in the other timeline, or will there be two Roxy in there? I...I’m leaning towards the former.

Aha, just like expected! There were ‘mad stips’, stipulations to Roxy’s choice.

ROXY: that either i could stay behind and vanish into nothingness forever, and everyone in the new reality would inherit all the bigtime responsibilities, including a version of myself who had no memory of any of this and never experienced all the loss and sadness i just went through ROXY: or ROXY: i could go with you ROXY: but in doing so, everyone i loved would know that loss instead

That definitely points towards the other Roxy’s death. Jade is already going through a lot of grief, spending three years alone in that battleship, so this’d mean Rose would suffer the same, wouldn’t she? Damn, poor Rose. That’s going to hurt.

Having someone to share the same experience he went through makes John feel a little better. It was not a nice experience, but loss and grief are easier when you have someone who understands what you’re going through, isn’t it? Things are increasingly pointing towards John and Roxy being a pairing. I still want to know what’d be Rose’s reaction to that, heh.

The fireflies are free. Roxy comments about that, and asks what was that music that was resonating earlier. John talks about huge organs – Roxy doesn’t miss the chance to give the good ol’ ‘that’s what she said’ routine – and successfully impresses her. So now what to do? Talk some more before disappearing with the whole planet? Yeah, talk some more.

Roxy suggests that the first action John should do is take the ring before Aranea obtains it. That’s...yeah, I think that’s a very good first step! The problem is that I don’t think John knows exactly how long ago the ring disappeared. If he goes too far in the past, well, he risks changing something else. Could there be some way to know how far exactly he needs to return? Hmmm...

They’re badmouthing Caliborn and his art skills. Hah! Roxy must be feeling tickled pink John punched Caliborn so much. He dared to be awful to Roxy’s friends, and she’s not the type that’d take that kindly at all. John, I don’t think zapping everyone back to that moment so everyone beats him up will be of any help. Either it’ll make him more determined to ruin everything for you all, oooooor you may go overboard and accidentally change things too much. Paradoxical powers or not, it’s still something John should be careful with.

Huh. Dave’s brother’s sword is still here. Roxy takes the handle and manages to pull it out of the stone. You’re the heroine, Roxy.

Well that was enough preparation and talk with Roxy, now that they bonded some more. He has work to do, and has Roxy’s clear support! But really, John, how will you start doing this? You’re...not jumping into this without a plan, are you? There are around a thousand pages left, John, there’s no time for badly done plans! John flies away and disappears into the nothingness, zapping to the past.

...way into the past! The hell are you doing here, John? This is a bit too important to change. Looks like John’s control over his new powers isn’t completely perfect yet. John goes away before he accidentally changes everything about Homestuck, deciding to give this power a try again and hoping this time it won’t lead to a vital moment in the story.

What a scene to see when you appear, eh? I think he’d even think he’s not in the right timeline or something, hah. Yikes. Try again, and this time John tries to think of something that could help him target a certain point in time. Isn’t that what Terezi was trying to do earlier? Maybe that’s the base for mastering John’s powers, and the first step is for him to appear where Terezi.

Nah, instead John thinks of Dave pulling a so-called sensual pose. Okay, maybe that’ll work.

Okay, that’s progress! It’d be difficult to reach a concrete moment by thinking of a specific person, though. A person goes through infinity of moments in their life, whether they remember it or not. John unwittingly fulfills a stable loop despite the retcon powers, getting Past John to go to the events the actual John had already experienced. Thankfully, the “dramatic stares” between each other lasts one single page this time.

JOHN: wow, i can't believe how naive i was... JOHN: like... a day ago? JOHN: hmm. JOHN: it feels like it's been longer than that. JOHN: hard to believe!

Yeah, it feels like it has been...what, a year and half? What with the legendary gigapause I was told about, hah. The implications of having created a stable loop boggles John, who decides to try not to think about it too hard. You know what’s the good thing about these retcon things? Technically John has as much time as he wants. No matter how long it takes to guess properly what he needs to do, it’ll be like no time at all passed. He’ll still appear with Roxy just after a few seconds of parting, unless whatever changes he does ends changing that. Overall I think there’s no way for John to fail this plan. Fantastic!

I think I’m stopping here for now.

Next update: seven updates

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Whisper Just For Me: Ch. 10 - Scattered Pieces

Following a traumatic experience, you find your attention divided in twenty directions at once while you pick up the pieces of your lost evening and ruined day. You're certain you have all the pieces accounted for and it's time to finally take a rest.. till you realize the most important piece has fallen through the cracks. You can only hope you can find him before it's too late. This chapter is SFW cw: vehicular accident, medical treatment Ao3 Mirror: [X]

The driving hadn't been nearly as hard as you thought it would be once you took into consideration the brief disconnect of time from realization of what needed to be done to actually fulfilling the act with a borrowed body. The finesse wasn't there, but driving was indeed happening to the tune of a soft radio and John's panicked voice in your ears. …. DAVE. Dave, Dave this is bad, Dave pull over what if something happens. Am I dying? Am I dead?? ….

You wanted so badly to comfort him, but no amount of talking was going to comfort that fear. No. No, nothing was going to happen, John. Everything was just fine. You had this entirely in control.

The oncoming car did not have it in control.

A single moment was all it took, oncoming driver unaware of your vehicle as they pulled out onto the road, failing to look before springing into action, winding up in front of you before you could even hope to slam on the brakes and stop. You jerked the wheel sharply to the left, tried to lessen the impact, tried to do anything that your panic would allow you to do. Everything was going wrong, everything was going wrong oh God you couldn't think of how to make this be a bad dream.

One second you were driving. The next, you were becoming weightless as you heard John's scream come first from inside your head, then outside of it as the sound of metal grinding on metal rang out alongside a crunch. A sharp squeal of tires and John screaming. You screaming. Your borrowed voice and John's melded together before pain hit you and things went black as the final attempts to escape this situation failed.

You didn't remember your own death, and yet your last thoughts were a prayer that you weren't about to remember John's as you raised your hand to clasp tight at the pendant and tug the chain taught without even thinking.

- - - - - -

Everything ached. There was a throb to your head that you began noticing was strong enough that your heart beating made everything feel too warm for a moment. You saw colors pulse behind your eyelids with every hint of a thought. Each inch of your body was in painful stasis.. and at least one potential broken bone judging from the radiating field of Nope that came from your right leg. Make that two. Your nose ached as if someone had punched you full force, and attempts to breathe out of it instead of your mouth was impossible. Something felt lodged in there, or swollen.. Hard to tell.

You finally opened your eyes and stared at the ceiling with its yellow tinted light and breathed deep the scent of bottled air and disinfectant. Curtains encircled your rooms borders, keeping it safe from an open hallway that lay beyond your blanket clad feet if your guesses about the unseen approaching and departing footsteps were right. Your glasses weren't on, so you couldn't be positive about anything beyond these blurred shapes and fuzzy edged lines.

A machine softly chirped just behind the edge of your bed, and after a bit more looking you realized just what all you were hooked up to. A pulse-ox clip covered your finger, bulky but barely there pressure of plastic letting them keep track of your vitals. The coil of an IV was stuck in the back of your hand and taped in place, which also explained why your arm felt so chilled. You were kind of glad you couldn't see clearly, able to resist the temptation to lift the blankets covering you to try looking down at your leg, but you appeased yourself by lifting a hand up to gently test your nose. Aside from pain and the stuffy feeling, it seemed that there was a bandage setup on your nose and over the edges of your cheeks to guard the bridge.

“John!” a familiar voice said from somewhere to your right. Shit, you hadn't even noticed anyone else was here, let alone so close. You blinked a few times in quick succession as Jade surged into view, crisper the closer she came. “Oh, John, you're finally awake again, I was -this- close to pinching you to wake you up. How do you feel? Do you need more painkiller? Should I call the nurse?”

“Again?” you asked quietly, racking your brain. You were pretty sure you'd remember being in the hospital, let alone getting here. “We were at the aquarium and then.... Jade, how'd you get here?”

“I'm your emergency contact on things, remember? Me and your dad? I think he might have been busy or his phone was on silent, but I answered after the first ring or two,” she said while rising from the chair she'd been inhabiting, setting aside her book and phone for now before leaning over you and hugging you tight as a vice. “It was a hell of a wreck, you're lucky you got out of it with a messed up leg and a bump on your head... What even happened, were you speeding? The other person's a bit messed up from their airbag, but they were on the far side. Could've been much worse.”

Oh thank God, there hadn't been any deaths. “My car..”

“Basically totaled, yeah, they had to cut the door to get you out, it wouldn't open right. We'll figure out what to do about that later though.”

“I don't.. I don't remember any of that,” you said with a frown, brows furrowing. “How long was I sleeping?”

“A few hours, not too long from what they told me. You were plenty awake and worked up when you first got in apparently, but you started napping before I got here. I've been waiting for you to wake back up this whole time. Augh, have you got any idea how scary it is to get a call from a hospital like that? Worded all ambiguous like you might be on your death bed and they don't want me to panic on the way over,” she said, and your chest clenched painfully when her words slowed to a wobble and her wide eyes filled with tears. Fuck. She hardly ever cried, shit, fuck, what had those idiots SAID? Who were you going to complain to later about unnecessarily freaking out your family? Who was going to taste your fists once you could get up and about?

“Shhh, I made it though, right? I'm okay now!” you tried to say hurriedly, awkward about how to fix things aside from pointing out the good side, tried to point out the positives and run a wild headlong gamut to keep the bad as far away as humanly possible. You were just one guy, though, and it didn't always work.

Jade flapped at your attempts to be soothing and removed her glasses so she could rub her sleeve over her eyes and dry them, snorting to stop her snuffles before they could get worse.

“Don't even do that! Don't, it's okay, it just kind of hit,” she said with one more huffed snort to clear her sinuses and breathe easier. “Oh, right, right. Your dad knows what happened but he's not getting home till late apparently, he had to go out of state for business and the drive back's taking a while. I don't think they're going to admit you, but they were kind of ambiguous.. Once we're sure one way or the other we can tell him to either come here or go to your place when he's free. Sound good? I don't even know how long they're going to drag their feet just keeping you in the emergency room, a ton more people have come in and things have sounded hectic just since I got here.”

“Sound good, more like sounds -great-. I hope you at least kept him calm?”

“Calm enough as anyone can be after getting a message,” Jade sighed. “Damage done but at least soothed a bit. You waking back up and not showing any bad signs is great. You're all alert and making sense.”

You spent some time chitchatting, keeping each other calm and then going back to the usual routine of snarking and joking around. Your glasses frames had snapped from the airbag, but with a bit of medical tape and a promise to get your spares later or order another set, the gift of sight was returned to you. After more brief visits from a nurse checking on you over the course of a few hours, and administering some more exams, a doctor came in and discussed options with your x-rays in hand, and eventually got you sent off to get a cast put on. The break didn't seem serious enough to require surgery and there hadn't seemed to be any clots or venous damage, but there would be a few long months of being in a cast before you'd be given the okay to walk normally once more. Jade convinced you to go for a lighter blue cast on the premise of her wanting to draw all over it and dark blue not being good without paint markers on hand. It seemed you'd gotten exceptionally lucky. A broken leg, a nose that had to be re-set and bandaged, cuts and bruises along your face and forearms from the airbag, whiplash and mild concussion. Considering how terrible everything could have gone from start to finish, you were grateful for how things went. More updates to your father via Jade were met with excited return messages, happy that you weren't going to be facing any surgeries or more imminent problems and promising that he'd be sure to cook some of your favorite foods for you over the coming weeks while you healed.

With a prescription for pain medicine, a fresh set of crutches and several numbers to call related to followup care and information left by the police relating to your car, you finally were released to the world again with the recommendation of coming back if certain symptoms or signs began to appear. No need to end up in ICU over being stubborn, right?

Jade laughed at your awkward gait but helped stabilize you when you wobbled, unpracticed and impatient to get the pressure off your palms and armpits. It was quite a feat to get back home in the darkness and settled, but with Jade helping, everything went just fine. You were given access to remotes and fruit juice, and she even helped set up some snacks to keep near you on a tray, ready and waiting when hunger struck so you wouldn't have to hobble all the way to the kitchen and back with something clutched in your teeth at three in the morning.

It took till you were almost entirely settled, drowsing and relaxed and finally cozy to realize that something was off.

“... Dave?”

Jade looked over, then around, waiting for the usual thump or rush of breeze. When none came, she looked back towards you as you started to pat at your chest in a panic.

“Jade? Jade, where's the pendant?”

“It might be in the bag your other things were in, like your wallet and stuff,” she said, going to snag the plastic bag emblazoned with the hospital's logo, rooting through it. “..Hm. Wallet, paperwork.. Cast care. Pamphlets.. I'm not seeing it in here. When did you last have it on? The hospital?”

With growing alarm, you sat more upright and glanced around, rubbing at the part of your chest where the pendant usually sat. After having Dave around for so long as a constant force, suddenly not having him nearby felt... wrong.

“I don't remember being at the hospital before I woke up. Where could it have gone? Would it still be in the car? I had it under my shirt all day, and I don't think Dave took it out when we switched..”

Jade frowned a bit. “Switched?”

“Yeah, we uh. ..I don't know how, but it's like he was in control of my body for a while? I don't know how it happened and it wasn't on purpose, don't even get that look on your face,” you instantly followed up, noticing the wariness in Jade's eyes increase. “We were on a date and something happened and suddenly he was in control of my body and I was just kind of stuck watching everything happen.”

“Well, could it be in reverse again then? Maybe you absorbed him or something during the wreck,” she said, lifting a finger to signal she needed a moment after her cell began to chirp insistently from her pocket. “Just a second, John, let me go take this.”

“Sure, take your time,” you say, trying to wrack your brain harder. Where the hell could it have gone? If Dave wasn't here, then you had exceeded the range of the pendant in one way or another. Maybe you could get Jade to check her car, make sure it hadn't slipped there. Or call the hospital to check and see if they'd spotted it. Really, the best option would be for you to be in different spaces personally, since you could see Dave so clearly now, but you weren't sure you were up to it or if it would really be a good idea.

..When had you last seem him, though? Before the car accident for sure, he'd been driving and it was terrifying to be in a moving vehicle with no sense of the boundaries of your own body anymore. You couldn't remember being in the hospital prior to waking up with Jade at your side, which was apparently nothing shocking according to the doctor. Traumatic incidents, repressed thoughts that may probably come back or may be lost forever. Sounded a bit weird to you considering it was just a broken leg, but then again you were into the fine art of parapsychology, not the intricacies of standardized psychology and the depth and breadth of variances for trauma responses. None of which were being helpful with remembering the last time the pendant had been around your body's neck.

“John? Your dad says he's willing to come this way if you want, but because it's so late he wanted to be sure you felt up to it. Backup plan is to bust in with a waffle iron in the morning,” Jade said, hand over her phone as she popped his head around the corner to pass along the information.

“What? Waffles? Uh, yeah that might be better if he's okay with it. I don't want him to go straight from being on the road to here, especially if I was going to maybe sleep soon.”

“Maybe sleep? Were you planning on staying up now that you're back?” she asked, hand over the mouthpiece of the phone to muffle her words. “Sure thing. I'll pass it on,” Jade promised as she ducked back around the corner.

You had to get up. You needed to know where Dave was. There was no way you could sit idly by and rest or relax knowing that the last time you'd been able to talk, things have been very very strange. What if he was still in the wreck with the pendant? What if it had been stolen? Who would even steal from an emergency patient, you wondered, but didn't have to think too hard. The world was full of good people who just wanted to help, but the world also held a lot of people who really should reconsider their job. How would you even find him if a theft HAD happened? How could he get hold of you?

While Jade was busy, you reached for your crutches again and struggled to get yourself up with only a few hard wobbles and a pained wince soon as your foot went downward. You didn't thunk it on the floor at least, but the difference between it being up and down was staggering as the difference between being hooked to an IV full of painkiller and fluids and coming down from it with only tablets to see you through your recovery for the foreseeable future. The aching throb slowly starting up was a pretty good indication of how bad this could get... you were glad you couldn't remember the actual break at all.

Dave wasn't in the apartment. Maybe he was down by the car? Or.. Or maybe at the hospital still, where was your phone? Jade didn't say it was in the bag, maybe it was but was out of sight. Or maybe it'd been in the car still? Oh, god. Your mind raced a million miles an hour as you locked up, looking between the plastic hospital bag and the front door, trying to debate your options.

“John, what the hell are you doing up? Couch! Go put your foot back up and lay back, you just got home, don't make things worse so you HAVE to go back!” Jade said as she returned, phone call apparently done in time to bust you red handed. “What's so important that you're needing up right this second, do you need the bathroom or something?”

“No! No, Jade, we need to go back to the hospital. Or my car. Or.. Or the curb by YOUR car, I don't know, we need to move though,” you insist, taking a determined crutch step towards the door before Jade could block you and try once more to guide you back to the couch. “Jade come on, we need to find Dave! I don't know where he is, this is important, it could be really bad!”

“What could be really bad? John, he's dead, I don't think he can really get any deader, and I'm sure he can at least wait for a little longer wherever he's at,” she urged. “It should be fine to wait till morning. I'll call the hospital, see if they have it in lost and found or something, let them know to keep an eye out and we can check back when it's actually morning. Maybe go from there after your dad visits. Sound good?”

You waver. Your leg is starting to throb even more, and the fire is racing up to your hip, down to your ankle, and lighting up more panic in the back of your mind. You were also realizing you were absolutely exhausted. What time even was it? Three am? Four? Did it even matter when you were this tired? Time had blurred the longer you had been in the hospital, and even now it was a bit blurry when you tried to focus on it and take in just how much time had passed between the normal wonderful morning and afternoon to now. “...But.. I can't just leave him somewhere, he's probably worried or scared. What if the last time he saw me I was unconscious or getting moved into an ambulance or something?” you asked, resisting a bit more before allowing Jade to gently escort you back to the couch.

“Dave's a grown dead person, he can be patient, John. Surely he'd be able to tell if you died?” Jade pointed out. “Yes, he's important, but right now you're hurt and I don't think he'd like you hurting yourself more for him. Wherever he is, he'll still be there in the morning, I'll be sure to find him with you okay?”

You sank back on the sofa and lifted your leg hurriedly to its formerly propped up position, relief flooding you again and fatigue roaring behind your eyes. That little bit had sapped more strength than you thought. Holy shit, you could sleep for a fucking week..

“...Yeah. Yeah, you're right Jade. I'm just worried,” you muttered, not protesting when she came to carefully take your glasses off and set the damaged frames aside on the coffee table. “I don't want him to be alone and scared somewhere, I want him here with me.”

She grinned a bit, at least you're pretty sure she did. Jade was close enough to make out the fuzzy edges of her mouth, and the position changed.

“You really do care about him, huh.”

“Well, yeah. I love him, Jade, I'm not kidding about that. I love him and I'm worried and I don't want him upset,” you say, pausing to let out a yawn that snuck up on you from behind and started to steal your consciousness away. “I don't want him alone anywhere ever again, if he doesn't get a say in it.”

“Just try to get a bit of rest right now,” she urged. “Your dad'll be here in the morning, you'll get your medicine in you again, and we'll be able to go find Dave. I'm going to crash in your room since the couch has you for now, okay? If you need me just holler. Your crutches are by the side of the couch.” “Where's my phone?” “I think it might have been in your car, let me go check your pockets,” Jade said, going back to the plastic to rummage around, smiling when she found it. “Oh hey, only a crack on the screen, not bad,” she said. “Do you want me to plug it in for you?”

“...Yeah. Yeah that might be better. Turn off the alarm, I don't want it on for the usual time, I don't think you'd appreciate lurching awake to that loud of a remix.”

“I figured not,” she said with a snort, pausing to rummage in your pant's pockets once more just in case the pendant was somehow there. Maybe Dave just wasn't talking? Could ghosts get hurt in accidents? There'd been talk of a 'switch', and such an unknown thing was making her more cautious. No dice. Damn.

Jade sighed and finally switched the light off, clunking along softly to the bathroom, then to your room after to continue shuffling around to get things plugged in and organized. You heard her toss and turn a bit to get comfortable, your own mind wandering in the dark to the tune of your rising and falling breaths.

… It was so quiet here without Dave rustling papers and knocking things over. It -felt- wrong. There was no cold kiss to your cheek, or pressure on your chest as he moved around, no glints of red at the corner of your eye. Jade was so close, but you still felt lonesome. Dave had been a constant in your life for so long now that suddenly having him gone was just... awful. You grimace and try to fight the bubble of anxiety in your chest and stomach down enough to sleep, grateful when your dreams picked up the slack and took you under.

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Johndavekatweek fic!

Tuesday: Hurt/Comfort

((Also on ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9286223/chapters/21044504

Why is this happening? ……What is happening…? Where are you again?

/The three of you were in Dave’s pickup truck, on your way to Jade’s birthday party she was throwing for her dog, Bec./

Your ears are ringing, your neck is sore, and your head is pounding. There’s something blocking your sight in your right eye.

/Dave had been turned in the driver’s seat, looking past John at you, wiggling his pale as hell eyebrows over his shades, mid-innuendo when suddenly-/

The world seems tilted, and you realize that,oh, it’s because you’re still buckled in the front seat of Dave’s truck, and the truck is on it’s side.

/There’s the sound of a blaring horn, and Dave’s head jerks back up, but it’s too late, the other car coming at you headfirst in your lane is already on you, and you hear the crunch and shriek of metal clashing together as the two vehicles collide./

Dave…. John…. You look to your left, and you see, Dave, hanging limply in the driver’s seat, facing the window away from you, dammit, you can’t tell if he’s okay-

Shit, where’s John?!? He’s not in between you two anymore….. you turn your head forward carefully…..oh God.

You close your eyes, hoping to block out the image of John’s body halfway through the windshield, but it’s burned into your eyelids. You choke out a sob, and you look down at yourself. You try to shift but when you move your leg a piercing agonizing pain runs through your whole body, and is all you can do to hold back a scream. You try moving your arms instead, fumbling for your seatbelt weakly. There’s black clouding the edges of your vision now, and tears are fighting their way out from under your eyelids, spilling uncontrollably down your cheeks. Your arms fall back down, your energy spent. Your body sags, and the last thing you see is flashing lights before the darkness descends.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You groan.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You fling your arm out, trying to turn off your stupid alarm before Kankri comes barging in, but something tugs on your hand. You furrow your eyebrows and move it again, only for the tugging to happen again in your hand, and also in your forehead.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You grumble and shift your weight, and there’s a sharp pain that shoots up your leg, making you hiss out in pain. Abruptly, you force your eyes open, only to be met with sterile white walls that are most definitely not your bedroom.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Your face still scrunched in pain, you take a look at your surroundings. Standard crappy furniture, plain curtains framing the window…a heart monitor…and a swivel table mounted next to your…hospital bed. Oh God, you’re in the hospital….that’s right. The crash.

You look down at yourself: IV drip in your hand, sterile white hospital gown clashing with your naturally brown skin, and a lump under the covers where your foot is. You shift the blankets, revealing swollen purple toes peeking out of a cast that goes up to your knee. You grimace. Well then, looks like Dave will finally get to play with one of those scooter things. ‘Wait, Dave….Where is he?!?!’ You startle, ‘Where is John?!?’ Last you saw them, the gruesome image pops into your head, ‘God they could be dead!’ You run your fingers through your hair at the base of your scalp and pull, your breathing increases. 'Fuck fuck fuck, what do I do???’

Then you realize, there’s a little call button on that remote thing so a nurse can come to you. You frantically look around for the object, finding it on the swivel table, and snatched it up, pressing the button repeatedly.

You don’t even have to wait 30 seconds before a nurse comes rushing in. “Mr. Vantas?” he asks. You’re still clutching the remote.

“Yes.” You reply. “Where is Dave? And John?” Your voice is getting progressively louder. “The other two who were in the truck with me? Are they-”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, they’re here.” The nurse soothes. “Dave is in the waiting room, he woke up late last night and was discharged this morning. He only needed some stitches and to be watched overnight for his concussion.” He pauses, then, “Would to like to see him?” You nod your head a little too hard, and the world starts spinning. You put your hand to your forehead, only to realize there’s a bandage over your eyebrow there. “Woah there, take it easy. Your friend isn’t the only one who came out of it with a concussion, you know.” His steadying hand is placed on your shoulder, and if you could think straight, you’d be correcting him on his ‘friend’ statement, you’d be asking about John, but before you can clear your head, he pats your shoulder, gives you a smile, and tells you he’ll be right back with Dave.

You take a few deeper breaths, trying to calm down, and you close your eyes again, putting your head into your hands and rubbing it. You try to think of anything else besides the sound of metal clashing and tires squealing, but you fail.

The door opens again after a few minutes, pulling you out of reliving the crash for the twentieth time, and you lift your head back up, breath catching.

Dave rolls into view, (literally rolls, you cannot fucking believe his stupid heelys survived that god forsaken crash, for fucks sake-) and you immediately smile upon seeing him. His arm may be in a sling, and he may have some stitches running down his throat, gong over his collarbone and down under his shirt, but he smiles at you and he looks just as wonderful as ever. He wheels (fucking wheels) over to you, sits down on the edge of your bed, and pulls you in for a one-armed hug.

“Jesus, Karkat, “ he mumbles into your hair. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” He pulls back a little bit. “Well, not OKAY okay, but-”

You put a hand over his mouth. “I’m glad you’re okay too you dipshit.” You say fondly. You can feel him smile under your hand, and you remove it to peck him on the lips, then you pull him in for another hug.

“…Dave.” His arms tighten around you.

“What’s up, Kat?” he sounds nervous, like he already knows what you’re going to ask.

“Where’s John?”

He hesitates.

“…Karkat, he’s, uh well, he’s alive, which is good. He’s here in the hospital, resting.” He’s still so damn tense, something is wrong.

“But?” You prompt.

“But, well,” His voice turns shaky. “They’re not sure if he’s gonna wake up or not, Kat.”

You stop breathing.

Then Dave buries his head into your shoulder and keeps going. “I haven’t gone to see him yet, but Jade and Rose have been in his room as much as they can.” He’s barely keeping himself together, comfort to you with his one good arm. “God I’m so sorry Kat, this is all my fault, I wasn’t watching the road, I-”

“Dave.” You suddenly find your voice. “It’s not your damn fault okay?” He tries to protest but you grip him tighter. “No. Hey listen to me. You looked away from the road for two seconds, and when I looked back you know what I saw? Some dickhead swerving into OUR lane, not the other way around. If you had been looking at the road, you might’ve swerved into the ditch and rolled the car. It could have been way worse, all right?” He sniffles, and you feel wet tears on your shoulder but you don’t comment. “Now, we’ll talk to the doctors and see just how much chance there is he WILL wake up, and then we hold onto that, and we don’t let go, okay?” He let’s out a small sob and nods. “All right. Good.”

You keep holding him until his sniffles die down. “I’m still sorry about what happened, Karkat.” he mumbles to you.

You squeeze his good shoulder, “Hey, it’s okay, I don’t blame you. It was an accident. I love you, Dave. I want you to remember that, okay?” He looks at you with his puffy red eyes. (Damn, he must be pissed his shades got broken.)

He smiles at you, and says, “Love you too, Kat.”

There’s a quick knocking at the door and then it opens, revealing the nurse and a woman in a white coat which you can only assume is the doctor that treated you.

“Hello Mr. Vantas. It’s good to see you awake. I’m Doctor McLinn, how are you feeling?” She gives you a warm smile, her red hair spilling over her shoulders.

“Pretty worn out, actually.” You sigh, and you lean your head on Dave’s shoulder. “I’m also wondering when I can get out of here?”

She laughs, “Well, you are stable, we just have to do a few final checks and then you should be all set to go home. Though,” her tone turns a little more serious. “I suppose you want to know how your friend is doing?”

You sit up and nod, and the nurse that came in with her bustles around you, taking your pulse, checking your temp, taking your IV out and a bunch of other shit you assume is necessary.

“Well, he’s stable, for one. But he did take some heavy damage to his skull and chest, we had to remove a large shard from his chest actually, it had punctured a lung.” Your heart drops, and it must show on your face, because she hurriedly explains, “We were able to patch it up, however, and reinflate it, his breathing is currently being regulated, and he’s still sleeping. We estimate he’ll wake up in a couple days, but head injuries are tricky, and I’ll be honest with you, there are some instances the patient doesn’t wake up. It is a very low chance in this case, but I just wanted you to be aware.”

You take a shaky breath. “Thank you. Will I be able to visit him?” Dave starts rubbing circles into your shoulder, and you relax just a bit.

“As soon as you’re discharged, you’re free to visit him.” The doctor nods. “But I do recommend it to be a short visit. You do still have a few injuries yourself, you know.”

You swallow. “Thank you.”

“Of course, dear.” The nurse finishes writing whatever he needs to on his clipboard and hands it to her. She looks at it and looks back up to you. “Looks like you’re good to go. I’ll be seeing you in a few weeks to check on the fracture, and to take the stitches out, okay?”

“Yes ma'am.” You reply, already sitting up.

“Good. Have a good day, Mr. Vantas, Mr. Strider.” She motions to the nurse and they both leave.

You sigh and look at Dave.

He looks back at you.

“Well, get my pants for me, I’m not walking out of here dressed like this!” You push his shoulder and he chuckles.

“But you got such a cute butt Karkat.”

“Shut the fuck up, Dave.”

You wheel yourself up to John’s room after you sign your papers, Dave trailing behind you. You stop for a second, out of breath. He puts a hand on your shoulder. “You okay Kat?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You square your shoulders. “Let’s do this.” Dave opens the door for you, and you roll in. Jade and Rose are on either side of the bed, Jade holding John’s hand, and Rose reading The Hobbit out loud. They both look up when you enter, wearing almost identical looks of relief on their faces.

Jade bounces up, coming over to you with a squeal of “Karkat!!!” pulling you into a hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay!!”

“Yeah, me too Harley.” You grin, hugging her back.

“How are you feeling, Karkat?” Rose asks, closing her book.

“Like I got hit by a car.” You deadpan. Dave flinches next to you and you immediately feel bad. “I mean, uh. I’m feeling fine considering, y’know.”

Rose gives you a look of understanding, and nods. “I’m glad to hear it. Would you two like to be alone with him?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind.” You admit, a bit sheepishly.

“Okay!” Jade exclaims, we’ll be waiting outside for you guys!” She walks over to the door, gilding it open for Rose, then shuts it behind them.

You look at Dave. “I’m sorry, it was way too soon to be joking about it,I didn’t even think-”

“Don’t worry about it, Karkat.” Dave smiles softly at you. “It’s okay, just, maybe don’t do it again?”

“You got it.” You turn to John and study him.

He looks like a mess.

You wheel closer, and reach out to take his hand, the other one still clutching the handlebar of your scooter to keep balance. He’s got a few bandages obscuring his face a little, wrapping around the back of his head too, but you can still discern his features. He has a breathing tube down his throat, and a brace around his chest.

You clear your throat. “Hey, Egbert. Listen up. I know you can hear me. You’re gonna be just fine, all right? When you wake up, we’re gonna be here waiting for you.” Tears start to well up in your eyes, and you sniffle. “You just gotta wake up for us okay? I know you can do it, you’re too stubborn not to. I promise we’ll be here. I promise.” You’re gripping his hand so tight, you’re shaking. You feel a hand touch yours on the handlebar, and you look up at Dave.

“Yeah man, like Karkat says, we’ll be here.don’t you worry about us.” He follows your lead in talking to him. “Love you, John.”

“Love you, John.” You echo. You let go of his hand to wipe your eyes. “We’ll be back. Hope you’re not too bored while we’re gone.”

“See ya, Egbert.” You and Dave leave the room, John’s heart monitor echoing in your ears.

Dave pulls out his phone. “Dirk says the car is ready for us.” He looks up at you. Ready to go home?”

You sigh, tiredly. “Yeah. Let’s go home.”

Stay tuned for a part 2 ;)

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