#dave and rose were so siblings before they even knew they were siblings | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

strawberries-and-creame · 2 years

Note

Would it be alright to request a platonic/sibling reader being looked after by the Strilondes after falling ill? It can just be one of them if you feel more comfortable writing that :D

Family dynamics... my favorite.

It wasn’t often that you managed to get sick, so when you found yourself waking up one morning and your face felt like it was melting off the very surface of your skin you let out a audible groan. Your eyes open blurry to the sunlight coming in from your curtains and you wiggled more under your blankets against the rude disturbance.

The sounds of pots and pans came from your slightly opened doorway and even though you knew that they weren’t that high in volume it seemed to be amplified almost ten-fold to your eardrums. You rose to a sitting position with your blanket wrapped around your shoulders and took a shaky step out of your bed, your socks sliding against the cold hardwood floors and out into the hallway.

Each step that you took seemed to require momentous effort and focusing on the dizziness that wracked your head wasn’t easy to deal with either. By the time you had made it into the doorway of the kitchen you felt the dizziness get even worse.

Dave was at the stove and was trying to flip the currently bubbling pancake over to the other side while Rose was sitting with Roxy at the kitchen island chatting about something that you couldn’t place meaning to. Dirk was busying himself with gathering plates from the cabinet when he spotted you.

He went to raise the hand that wasn’t holding the stack of plates before his eyes landed on your disheveled form.

You could see his eyebrows quirk on one side of his face before he walked over to you, leaving the plates on the countertop next to Dave. When he got closer to you, you could feel just how gross you probably looked when his eyes continued to scan over you.

He brought a scarred hand and gently placed the back of his palm to your very too warm forehead, his skin a wonderfully cool comparison to your own. You saw his mouth thin into a straighter line.

“Y/N, you’re burning up.” He replied softly but you could tell that everyone else in the room heard him since they all went quiet.

Dave peered over to you and his eyebrows knitted together. “You look like shit.”

You were about to flip him off when a cough began from your throat, and you instead held it to your mouth in a fist and turned your head. When the coughing fit had passed you let out a pitiful whine. “I feel like shit.”

Roxy rose from her seat next to Rose and quickly made her way over to you.

She held your face in her hands and her own pink eyes scanned over your face and her expression melted into worry and concern. “Y/N, you need to get back to bed, pronto.” She instructed and wrapped the blanket beginning to fall from your shoulders back up snugly around you. “Here, I’ll help you, you seem unsteady.”

You felt embarrassed but grateful at the same time at your siblings show of concern and familial love towards you. You simply nodded your head and let her lead you back to your room in an awkward shuffle from you, but a helpful expression from her.

She lifted the blankets up from you as you crawled into the warm comforts of your bed, and gently cascaded it over you. “There you are Y/N… now I don’t want to see you up and about unless it’s if you have to go to the bathroom.” She told you sternly but the kind smile that was on her face contrasted her tone.

“Okay Rox…” you muttered softly and shifted some in bed while trying to find a position that didn’t make the waves of dizziness any worse than it already was.

A gentle knock came from your doorway, and you didn’t have the energy to even turn your head towards the soft sound and instead listened and glanced your eyes up to the familiar figure belonging to Rose.

She handed Roxy a bottle of what you assumed was cold medication by the common place it had in your medicine drawer in the bathroom. After handing Roxy the medication she knelt to your eye level on your floor and patted your shoulder that was hidden by your blanket. The warmth that seeped from her hand to your body was comforting. “It would figure our little sibling would manage to get sick.” She says in a tone that was not mocking but made you laugh weakly. “Dirk and Dave are handling getting you something in your stomach, but from the way you’re holding your hand over your mouth I believe we’ll have to wait on that.”

Roxy’s eyes widened as she frantically grabbed your trashcan that was sitting next to your desk and just in the nick of time was able to align it with your stream of vomit that expelled itself from your body.

Rose grimaced while looking away and excused herself to fetch some water for you to take your medicine with and leave Roxy on the more… on hands care.

Roxy ran her hand up and down your back and continued these ministrations while you heaved your heart out into the luckily previously empty bin as you clutched it close to your body.

Rose walked back in with a tall glass of water and sat them on your nightstand and gave Roxy a nod before motioning with her thumb towards the kitchen and left as quickly as she came.

The older blond shook out a couple tablets from the bottle before twisting it back and grabbed the glass of water with the other before handing one at a time to you for you to take.

You popped the pills into your mouth before downing it with a few gulps of water, relishing in how it coated your dry and scratchy throat. You handed the glass back to Roxy and laid your head back onto your pillow as your eyes began to get heavier. When the weight got too much you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep.

You stirred at the sound of feet against your floors growing closer as you lazily opened a eyelid, vision blurry. The figure still a mix of colors until you rubbed at your eyes and stared up at them.

Dave’s mouth lifted in a half smile, the dimples on his cheeks over prominent. He leaned down to sit a tray with a steaming bowl of what you assumed was soup. And it smelled heavenly to your emptied stomach.

You managed to rise to a sitting position and reached over to take a few small sips from the refilled glass of water by your bedside, bendy straw of your favorite color stuck up from the top.

You tested bigger sips from the colorful straw. Your throat felt a lot less hoarse, the cool liquid only helping in that regard. “Water has never felt as good as it does right now.” You sighed happily in relief. “Now this soup? Looks fucking amazing.”

You twirled the soup and it’s contents around with her spoon, admiring the different colors of ingredients faintly vortexed as you did so. The steam coming off from it hitting your nostrils pleasantly.

“Dirk and Rose made that for you. You should’ve seen Roxy when she peeled out of here to head to the market just to get the ingredients for it. Dirk looked as if he was gonna die by how he held onto the handle on the door.” Dave replied. The small chuckle emitting from his lips made you do so yourself as well.

“They didn’t have to go through all that trouble.” You told him with a small smile.

You gave the soup a couple more stirs before lifting a moderately sized amount to your lips, noting to blow on it softly as not to spill.

The soup tasted as amazing as it smelled. The veggies weren’t cooked to mush as most canned ones would be, and the broth you felt you could drink straight out if it had cooled down a bit more to where it wouldn’t scaled your tongue. The small bits of chicken that accompanied the twisted egg noodles added more substance and made your tummy all the more happy to continue eating.

Dave watched you eat quietly, relieved that you seemed to be getting back to your usual self. He wouldn’t say it aloud, but he was more anxious than he first thought when you walked in the kitchen that morning with her cosmic blanket wrapped around your form. You looked so pale, your usually color was absent from your face.

He crossed his legs on your bed, one lifted up to where he could rest his chin on top of. His red eyes peering through the vague color of his ever prominent sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. “Taste good?”

You hummed audibly, scooping up another spoonful. “Like is was blessed from God.” You returned as you did a small kiss theatrically.

This caused Dave to laugh louder compared to the soft chuckle he had done earlier. “Glad to hear it dude.”

Tummy full, and the feeling of death farther than it had been in the past few hours you let out a contented sigh. “That was amazing, thank you guys.” you beamed before taking and downing the rest of your water in a couple gulps. “I feel so much better.”

Dave nodded then reached out to take your now emptied bowel and cup. “Do you want seconds?” he asked while rattling the spoon on the ceramic in one hand. “There’s seriously so much of this. We all have had some and there’s still like half left.”

You nodded almost immediately. “Yes, please. Could I get some apple juice this time too?” you asked while batting your eyelashes, smirk growing bigger when you saw him roll his eyes with the movement of his head.

He used his free hand to ruffle the locks of your hair, which you squeaked out now laughing and batting his hand away.

“For sure.”

#homestuck x reader #dave x reader #dirk x reader #roxy x reader #rose x reader #platonic!reader

29 notes · View notes

vikkirosko · 3 years

Note

Can I ask for headcanons or a oneshot about John when Dave and his sibling tell him they're dating.

👓 John Egbert ♦️ Reader headcanons Sibling🌪

From the very beginning of the game, John has always protected you. After your father died, John took care of you, and it doesn't matter that you were the same age as John

You were separated when John stayed on the ship with Jade, and you stayed on the meteor, along with Rose and Dave. John made Dave promise that he would look after you during this trip

You and Dave really spent a lot of time together. He was not what you imagined him to be. You rarely communicated online, but you knew a lot about him thanks to John. But now you've had a lot of time to chat. The result of this three-year-long communication was that you started dating

When you finally met John, you realized that you needed to tell him about your relationship with Dave. But you didn't know how. You had no idea how John would react to this

Dave tried to tell John about your relationship, but it didn't work out. You were all too worried about the final battle, so you decided to postpone this conversation

Only after the game, when you and John returned to your old house, did you tell him that you needed to talk

"What do you want to talk about?"

"First, promise that you will be fine with what I tell you"

"Of course, why should I treat something abnormal?"

John was smiling. You took a deep breath, and on the exhale you said

"Dave and I are dating"

There was an awkward silence. You looked at John expectantly, already glad that you had convinced Dave that it would be better if you told John yourself

"How long ago?"

"Well, we started dating when we were on meteor"

"But why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"We wanted to tell you before the game ended, but we were both nervous, so we decided to wait"

John nodded. It was difficult for him to realize that you started dating someone, especially with his best friend

"Well, are you happy with him?"

You nodded. Dave really made you happy. It was interesting and fun for you with him. You had a lot to talk about. You couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend

"Well, if you're happy, then I don't mind"

"Thank you John"

"But I'll talk to him about it anyway"

"John, you're not our father! Don't even dare to arrange serious male conversations with him and smoke a pipe!"

You both laughed. You were glad that John had nothing against your relationship with Dave. And even though you were sad that you wouldn't be able to introduce Dave to your father, but at least you had John. Your caring brother John

#homestuck #homestuck x reader #homestuck headcanons #John Egbert #John Egbert x Reader

27 notes · View notes

fandomlit · 4 years

Text

disruption (five hargreeves x reader)

requested by anon “Soulmate + High School AU w/ Five where it's where they get a mark on their body the first few times they touch? Like where the Hargreeves siblings get to go to high school, and they meet in a class w/ the whole soulamte thing? Also with prompts 45, 34, 30, 66 and female reader if you can! 🥰🤗”

summary five is a grade a student in school, unlike some of the disruptions he calls siblings. but maybe one those disruptions turns out to be useful; after all, meeting your soulmate doesn’t happen every day.

warning swearing, sibling bullying

gif cred belongs to @scottstiles

it was only about fifteen minutes into his fourth period class, but five’s eye was already twitching. it was only after he was hit with the seventh paper ball in the back did he do something about it.

he whipped around in his seat, meeting the startled eyes of klaus, who had already had another crumbled paper in his hand. he froze when five glared ferociously at him.

“don’t you dare,” he bit. klaus was still frozen. “im trying to focus!”

klaus arched an eyebrow at him, continuing to scrunch the paper he had aimed as he spoke, “well, some of us are trying to kill time before lunch. i expect you to respect that, brother.” then he tossed the ball behind him, effectively hitting an unsuspecting ben. he smiled at five and held his hands up innocently.

“hargreeves, eyes up front.”

five turned around while klaus smirked at his back.

“im so sorry about my brother, sir,” klaus sighed dramatically, making the class giggle. five clenched his jaw, looking up to the teacher.

“and im sorry about mine,” five nodded, offering a sarcastic smile. the class laughed again. five looked around the giggling students, his eyes landing on you in the front row. you offered him a quick smile when you met his eyes before turning back to the lecturing teacher. his eyes lingered on your back.

“this is new,” klaus snickered. five looked back down to his paper, praying klaus would drop it. he should’ve known better. “i never knew y/n would dare to smile at a hargreeves!”

“drop it, klaus,” five said, debating begging as the teacher spared a warning glance their way.

“no, no, no,” klaus whispered, shaking his head and leaning forward so five could feel his breath on the back of his neck. “tell me, when did this all start?” five held back the urge to snap, instead just gripping his pencil harder and writing with more force and vigor than before. he felt his anger rise with every word klaus spoke. “were you ever going to tell me? does allison know?”

five turned back to his brother, practically nose to nose with him as he spat, “stop. it.”

“okay, hargreeves,” the teacher sighed, making everyone turn to the smirking klaus and red five. five slowly turned back around, crossing his arms as the teacher continued, “i see you two aren’t gonna stop, so i guess i have to separate you two.” he scanned the class. “uh.. dave. switch with five, please.”

“sure,” the boy nodded, giving you a half-smile before gathering his things. you shook your head at him despite your smile. five offered him an apologetic smile when he passed him, trying to ignore the thump of his heart as he approached the empty desk next to you.

he sat down, face still red. but whether or not it was his former fury or the current situation, he wasn’t sure.

“rough day?” you whispered over to him as he flipped his notebook back open with a huff. he spared you a glance, seeing you smile over at him. he felt his face heating up even more.

“i need a fucking break,” he sighed, resting his head in his hand as the teacher droned on. you giggled. he glanced at you again, smiling as he looked back down to his notebook.

eventually, the teacher passed out a paper to everyone and spoke, “i need this by the end of class today or the beginning of class tomorrow. you may work with a partner, but if it gets too loud in here, i’ll shut it down.” then he sat at his desk and everyone got to work.

as five looked over his paper, you looked over at him. “wanna partner up?” he looked over at you, a little surprised. you offered him another smile. “you’re stuck with me for the class, might as well use the notes you didn’t get while your brother did... i don’t know, something to you.”

he offered you a short laugh, looking back down to the paper. “sure.” you beamed, scooting your desk closer to his.

“so what’s it like?” you asked, turning the pages of your notebook. “living with klaus, i mean.”

“what do you want me to say?” five grumbled. you arched an amused eyebrow at him. he gave you a look. “much like this class; won’t leave me the hell alone.” you giggled, twirling your pencil between your fingers.

“im sure he means well,” you offered.

five sighed as he shook his head, scribbling an answer down. “our definitions of ‘well’ differ greatly, y/n.” you laughed again and he looked up to offer you a half-smile. then, your pencil slipped from your fingers.

“whoops,” you sighed, and both of you bent down to retrieve it. his fingers grazed over your knuckles just as you grasped the pencil. “sorry,” you whispered to him before you sat up. but when he sat up, he looked more confused. you looked over curiously as he gazed at his fingertips. then he looked over to your hand. you looked down, as well, and promptly dropped your pencil again.

your knuckles and his fingertips had turned pitch black upon contact.

you looked up to meet his still surprised gaze. “well.. hey, soulmate.” you blushed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“hi,” five breathed. you didn’t think that eye contact ever would’ve broken had it not been for the bell ringing, startling you back into reality. he glanced down at his paper as blush rose to his cheeks again. “how about we finish this tonight? at my house?”

you gave him a shy smile, nodding eagerly. “sounds great to me.”

#tua #umbrella academy #tua x reader #umbrella academy x reader #tua fanfic #umbrella academy fanfic #five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves fanfic #allison hargreeves #ben hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #klaus x dave

716 notes · View notes

homosexual-having-tea · 4 years

Text

Secrets

1513 words (fic below the cut)

Before shipping out overseas, recruits had been warned about land mines, camouflaged enemies, napalm, and three thousand other dangers that awaited them in Vietnam. Any man signing up for the Army could have figured that an obvious danger would be that of ambushes, but one thing no one could never have possibly predicted was the fact there were apparently vampires who attacked American troops who had the misfortune of stumbling into their traps. A warning of such really should have been included in training. Dave hadn’t even believed vampires existed until he was attacked by one in the midst of an unexpected violent fight.

Another thing he’d wished the Army had informed him of before his deployment was the fact that a rough statistic of 8% of vampire attack victims themselves developed vampiristic characteristics due to the venom coating the monsters’ razor-sharp claws and teeth.

Meaning he was one of the supposedly “lucky” percent who survived, though with unusually sharp teeth that showed themself when he was high on adrenaline, and the highly unusual ability to survive far more bullet wounds than any average human. Only his commanding officers were aware of his condition, though he’d come close to revealing his secret to several of his, to be discreet, close friends he’d met in service.

The day he’d met Klaus, he swore to keep his secret as long as he could. This was the first man he’d ever truly felt happy and safe with, and he’d be damned if he let his condition mess up their relationship. Everyone else had reacted with nothing short of terror and hostility, and Dave didn’t know if he could bear scaring Klaus off with the knowledge it would be himself to blame.

And so, he’d carried on. Secretly dating Klaus, and holding the secret of his identity within that secret. Too many big secrets. But, he’d told himself trying to feel better about lying to the man he loved, it was only to protect him. Nobody, not even sweet, caring Klaus, would want to be with someone who was so close to being a hellish monster. It was for his own good. Klaus seemed so happy with their relationship and nobody, least of all him, would hurt Klaus by telling him how horrible he truly was.

He’d been doing so well, with only a few close calls when he’d be scared enough in battle for him to accidentally trigger his fangs. At least, he had been doing well. As it so turns out, getting shot causes many involuntary reactions.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Shouts filled the air as the ground shook with the force of explosions. Acrid smoke filled his lungs and painfully dried his eyes. Klaus hated everything about war, but he would go through it a hundred times over to be with Dave.

When he’d first arrived in the warzone, he’d kept the briefcase on him at all times, ready to flee at a moment’s notice. However, as time went on, he found himself sticking to Dave rather than the briefcase. It lay hidden in a hole under his bed, untouched for months. He knew rationally he’d have to go back to 2019 and help his siblings stop the end of the world but honestly... would they even miss him? His siblings had made it more than clear that they saw him as an idiot with less than worthless powers. What was a few years in Vietnam with the love of his life, who actually treated him like a person, in the long run? If he was being honest, he’d toyed with bringing Dave back with him to 2019 on multiple occasions. What would it be like for him, in a future where they didn’t have to be secretive about their every move together?

Only when a particularly loud explosion rocked the ground did he notice he’d zoned out for a moment. Gunfire cracked on the ground around him, sending dirt flying through the air. He shakily readjusted his helmet, crouching down further to the ground to avoid the bullets whizzing through the air. The enemy seemed to be getting closer as more and more bullets landed in the trench.

“Lock and load, Charlie’s away!” he shouted, peering over the edge of the trench with eyes squinted against the scorching smoke in the air. Loud orders rang out over the thunder of gunfire.

“Christ on a cracker, that was a close one, huh, Dave?” Klaus grinned lightly at his boyfriend, his eyes still focused on the line of forest where the gunfire was coming from. His quip was met with an unusual silence. If nothing else, Dave would usually chuckle at Klaus’s strange expression. More frantic shouts filled the air. Klaus risked a glance away from the enemy.

“Dave?” he shook Dave’s shoulder. He moved limply from the force. Realization dawned on him as he rested his gun on the ground. A golden flash from a bomb lit up the field like a bolt of lightning.

Dave wasn’t moving. He wasn’t moving.

Klaus took hold of his boyfriend’s shoulders and flipped him to his back. A gaping, bloody hole in Dave’s chest made the breath freeze in Klaus’s chest. Dave’s head hung limply against the ground, wheezing as blood gurgled from his mouth. Klaus stared for a moment. The shock of seeing Dave bleeding and weak had all but paralyzed him. He broke out of his stupor to press a hand against Dave’s wound. He had to stop the bleeding. He couldn’t lose him.

He yelled for a medic but doubted the sound would carry far over the chaotic battlefield. He pressed his hands harder against Dave’s chest, blood seeping between his fingers.

“Hey, Dave, look at me. Look at me, okay,” Klaus panted. Quiet tears rolled down his cheeks. Dave coughed as he gazed at Klaus with distant, glazed eyes.

“Oh damn it,” Klaus muttered, whipping his head around as he searched for someone who could save Dave. He felt so helpless. He couldn’t watch Dave die in his arms. “Medic!”

Bombs whistled loudly overhead, lighting the heartbreaking scene with bright flashes of red and gold.

“It’s ok. You’re ok. Look at me. Hey, hey, look at me Dave,” Klaus gently ran a hand through Dave’s hair. With unfocused eyes, Dave gazed at Klaus. Coughs racked his body as more blood rose in his throat. Soft sobs shook Klaus’s body as he held Dave to his chest.

“Please, please, please stay with me, Dave,” a loud sob escaped his mouth as he hugged Dave close. “Stay with me.”

Klaus closed his eyes and rocked gently as he sobbed the word “no” over and over. Dave was dying. Dave was dying and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. He yelled for a medic once again, his voice trailing off into sobs before he could finish. The noises of the fight faded away. All he could focus on was the shallow heaving of Dave’s chest against his. All that mattered was that Dave was alive and breathing right now. Nothing else was there. Nothing else mattered.

Time flew by. Dave’s breath had stilled more. Klaus didn’t know how much time had lapsed. His brain was barely functioning, the only thought in his head was Dave.

...

Dave was breathing. The first thing Klaus had heard in who knew how long was a sudden gasping inhale against his ear. Klaus pulled back from Dave’s chest, tears half-dried on his cheeks burning from the sudden exposure to the smoky air. A faint blue light was dancing across his wound, closing the bullet hole until there was no evidence to support the blood coating Dave’s torso.

Klaus was awe-struck. His eyes flitted to Dave’s face. His eyes, too, were rapidly blinking away tears. A pair of bone-white fangs poked into his blood soaked lips.

Shakily, Klaus stuttered out, “O-Oh god. You’re-” Dave cut him off, avoiding Klaus’s gaze.

“I’m a monster. I’m so sorry.”

“You’re alive!” he sobbed happily, grabbing Dave’s face and pressing a quick, joyful kiss to his lips. “Oh my god, you’re ok. You’re alive, Dave, oh my god!”

Dave pushed him away gently. “You’re not afraid of me?” Klaus laughed tearfully and shook his head.

“I don’t think I could ever possibly be scared of you,” he smiled lovingly at Dave, taking his hand gently as bombs showered the two misfit soldiers in bright light. Dave grinned back, tears falling soundlessly from his eyes.

“I should have told you…” he ran a bloody thumb over the back of Klaus’s hand.”I’m so sorry I kept this from you. I was just so scared of scaring you off…”

Klaus helped Dave sit up against the edge of the trench, bits of dirt crumbling down his torn shirt.

“I get it, I totally get it, honey. But if it makes you feel any better, fangs are totally sexy,” he joked, squeezing Dave’s hand.

“You’re so weird,” his boyfriend laughed softly. He sighed before squeezing Klaus’s hand back. “I love you.”

“Love you too. Let’s get you to a medic, huh?”

#millie writes things #klave #klave vampire au #klaus hargreeves #dave katz #tua #the umbrella academy #fanfiction #tua fanfic #tua fanfiction #vampire au #tua s1 #otp #hhhhhh pls gimme comments i crave attention-

116 notes · View notes

snarkwrites · 3 years

Text

six sexy words | reggie mantle; let me take care of you.

Notes:

Oh hello, hi. Guess whose inspiration has finally come back from the war? A while back, I was linked this really neat prompt list by a dear friend of mine and it.. Sparked a few things. So… I guess this is me, starting a new one shots collection?

All of these come from my own mind and I don’t take requests for one shots / prompts, btw.

This is the prelude to my Riverdale fic Gangsta. It kind of... explains how Alyssa wound up getting with Reggie in the first place. Events have been moved around / misplaced, etc.. Anyway.. yeah. I know nobody asked for this but here ya go.

Prompts:

taken from either [ HERE ] or [ HERE ] give or take. It could be one or the other or a mix of both at my own choosing.

catching his gaze lingering on you, i still remember everything about you, let me take care of you were the prompts used here.

Fandom / Character:

Riverdale | Reggie Mantle x Andrews!Sibling OFC, Alyssa

Fic Alyssa Appears In:

[ here ] - read at your own risk. looose af canon compliance and some kind of dark themes are present (kind of an older guy manipulating a younger girl then stalking her sitch so be warned) and are hinted at here.

Warnings:

This one is kind of.. angsty. And there are some dark hints that people reading the fic linked above will pick up on. They're only vaguely hinted at here, btw, so... yeah.

A backstory literally no one asked for, lmaoooo.

Tagging:

@BRITHEDEMONSPAWN is the only one currently on my Riverdale tag list, so…

** if you want to be tagged in my Riverdale stuff, lmk!!**

Other Stuff:

[ ABOUT MY WRITING | TAG LIST DOC - IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED, THAT IS. | FANDOMS I WRITE FOR]

I looked up just as Reggie looked down. I could feel the weight of his stare every single time he shifted his gaze towards where I sat in the back booth of the diner.

A strawberry milkshake sat in front of me, untouched. I wasn’t even sure why I was at Pop’s. It’s pretty much the only place for all the lovey-dovey couples of Riverdale to come out on a Friday night anymore and I had to be a glutton for punishment because I knew that this meant the odds of me having a Valentine’s solo date in public, where people would look at me and judge or feel sorry for me for whatever reason, were high.

Not that it bothered me, but when you can feel everyone around you watching you like you’re a landmine or something, it gets old real quick.

A chair scraping loudly against the tiled floor of the diner as it was dragged over drew me out of my own thoughts and I braced myself. Preparing myself to look up from my phone and Snapchats that I had open to find Cheryl or Veronica or Betty sitting there, a sympathetic look in their eyes.

Instead, I looked up from a Snap my friend back in Chicago had sent me and my mouth opened in surprise a little because Reggie sat there, the backwards facing chair pressing into his chest.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“It’s just another Friday.” I muttered, shrugging as I took a few noisy slurps of my milkshake and eyed him. “No hot female company tonight?” I gave him a mocked look of shock as I said it, laughing softly when his response was to pout right back at me.

“I mean, if you count the red-head I’m currently lookin at and I’ve been tryin to talk to all night, then yeah.” Reggie answered.

His answer caught me off guard and as a result, some of the strawberry milkshake went down the wrong way and I choked a little. Reggie chuckled, reaching over to lightly pop me between the shoulder a few times as he gazed at me in concern and amusement. “You good, princess?”

“Super. That would’ve been one hell of an obit though. Girl dies on Valentine’s Day while drinking a milkshake alone and nearly choking to death on strawberry bits.” I laughed and Reggie raised a brow.

“Guess dark humor isn’t your forte, huh?” I teased gently and Reggie gave a quiet chuckle.

“So… How are you feeling about being back in Riverdale?”

“It is what it is.” I answered, shrugging as my eyes wandered around the diner, taking in all the happy couples of Riverdale High.

My gaze settled on Reggie again and I struggled to come up with something even halfway passing as a conversation starter. Maybe that wouldn’t have been such a struggle for me if I’d stop getting lost in the depths of dark brown eyes… Or the way his tongue trailed ever so slowly over the outline of his mouth.

I found myself wondering why he was even over here talking to me to begin with. There was a booth full of River Vixens further towards the back, all laughing and whispering, and yes, occasionally calling his name.

I locked eyes with one of them and the sour look she gave me had me rolling my eyes.

“Hey, it’s gettin late. I doubt Andrews would want his sister walkin home alone…” Reggie trailed off under my amused gaze. I gave a soft laugh, finishing the last of my milkshake.

“Are you asking permission to walk me home, Reggie?”

“What if I am, baby girl?”

“First of all, it’s Alyssa…” I reminded him knowing fully well that it’d go in one ear and out the other, because it always has with him. Reggie’s been a nickname kind of guy for as long as I’ve known him and been friends with him. It’s nice to see that some things haven’t changed, even if at times that can be a little bit grating.

Baby girl just… has negative ties to it for me at the moment.

I winced at the thought and Reggie chuckled. “Okay, princess. Gotcha.” he muttered, leaning in a little. Reaching out and swiping his thumb over my bottom lip. I tried so hard not to tense up or flinch and I found myself hoping against hope that the little bit I did tense up went unnoticed.

I didn’t feel like answering questions and I didn’t want Reggie thinking I was weird or he’d offended me or something because honestly, he hadn’t. The whole thing was a me problem and it was one I was trying not to think about because I just wanted it all completely behind me. Forgotten about.

“You okay?” he asked, a brow raised as he eyed me in concern.

Crap. He noticed.

Apparently, the fact that he’s observant as hell hasn’t changed either.

I gave a soft laugh and nodded. “I just wasn’t expecting that. But it’s okay.” I quickly offered.

Deeper down, I have to admit… If so much hadn’t happened to me in Chicago, I’d definitely be falling hard and fast for Reggie Mantle all over again right now.

I did feel something. A sliver of a spark.

,, Don’t even think about it. The last time you felt sparks, you wound up getting in way over your head. Look where that got you, Alyssa…” that nagging little voice in the back of my mind spoke up, drowning out any and all other thoughts.

He’s my friend. Walking home with a friend isn’t a bad thing.

,, as long as it stops at friendship. Do you really think he’s just going to settle for you? He’s one of the big men on campus. Every girl wants him. Why would he choose you with all your current issues and that big nasty past of yours hanging over your head, threatening to ruin everything?” - and with that thought acknowledged, I smiled and cleared my throat. Breaking through his thoughtful daze with a soft laugh. “Earth to Mantle… You in there?”

“Yeah, yeah. I was just thinkin.”

“About?” I asked the question before I could stop myself.

“About how nice it is havin you back in Riverdale, Alyssa. You were always one of my favorite people.”

I smiled fondly.

Sitting down the styrofoam cup I’d drained of it’s contents, I rose up from my spot on the booth and held out my hand. “C’mon, lug.. If you insist on walking me home, we should probably get going… Stupid town curfew.”

“It is kind of dumb, huh? I mean, it’s not like we actually have a serial killer here.”

“It’s not like we don’t either. Sorry. I watch too many true crime documentaries.”

“No, you just lived in that big city too long. You forgot how safe and isolated it really is here.” Reggie chuckled. He slipped an arm around me and I tensed a little before I could stop myself.

I know he noticed it again, but he lowered his arm. Gave me an apologetic smile.

“Hey… do they still have those swings out behind the elementary?” I asked as we stepped out of the diner. He eyed me and smiled. “Yeah, why?”

“Well, since we do have a little bit of time left before I absolutely must be walking in my father’s door, I thought maybe we could go sit on them and talk? Like we used to? For old times sake?”

Reggie gave a soft grin. “I’d like that.”

“Just don’t try to send me into orbit like the last time I let you push me, okay?”

Reggie chuckled, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he stared down at me.

I snapped my fingers in his face. “Hey…”

“Yeah, yeah. Look, I make no promises.” Reggie teased. I pouted up at him and we started to walk across the parking lot.

“You’re a lot quieter now, Alyssa. Skittish.. Are you sure you’re okay? I still remember everything about you and you weren’t skittish at all… If you wanna talk about it, you know you can talk to me, right?” Reggie asked as we walked towards the playground down the block. I sighed quietly.

“I’m not!” I spoke up, glancing up at him. Hoping he’d buy it and not keep pushing. Because I’m just not ready to talk about what I managed to get myself caught up in. And you just don’t want to see the disgusted look in his eyes when you do talk about it and he realizes just how stupid and pathetic you really are, the thought came but I shoved it out quickly. For the next minute or two, that heavy silence settled between us. I didn’t address the fact that he said I could talk to him. I know I could but… I just can’t right now. I need time. I need to get my head around everything.

And I don’t want to deal with the disgust I know he’ll probably feel. I know he will because I feel it, every single time I look at myself in the mirror. My parents and Archie keep insisting it’s not my fault, but all I can see is that I was the one who willingly got involved with the people I got involved with in the first place. I’m not stupid. I had to know that Dave didn’t really give a shit. That he was probably using me to stroke his own massive ego. That he purposely picked me when he sensed some deep hidden vulnerability. But I’m the one who let it happen. And I’m the one who let it go on for as long as it did and I allowed it to get to the scary point that it got to…

So yeah.. Pretty sure I don’t want to dump all this on Reggie Mantle and then see him look at me differently. I just… can’t.

I want to, but I can’t.

I hugged myself when the wind picked up, wishing I’d had the common sense to grab a thicker jacket before I left my dad’s house earlier. Reggie stopped our walk and slipped off his letterman’s jacket, holding it out. I eyed it and then him.

“Oh no. No. I’m not about to get my ass kicked by your fanclub.” I teased gently.

In reality, I knew that having the scent of his cologne so close to me would probably stick with me. It’d be too much temptation. Taking his jacket was a slippery slope.

“C’mon. Stop being so stubborn, woman. Look at you, shivering right now… You always took care of me back then. Let me take care of you, okay?”

He stepped closer. Not too close. Close enough that I knew if things were different, I’d totally be pouting right now because I’d want him closer. Before I could answer him, he slipped the jacket around my shoulders and I gave a soft and amused laugh. “Better, Reggie?”

“Yeah.” he answered. I tried not to notice it, but I couldn’t help myself. His eyes darted down and settled on my lips. His gaze lingered.

My heart hammered just a little harder against my chest.

I swallowed hard and cleared my throat, trying not to think about the way he was looking at me currently and the way it made me feel. Because someone’s made me feel that way before but they turned out to be the most toxic person I’ve ever known.

I just.. I don’t know if I can trust myself or anyone else right now.

But I want to. God, I want to.

#reggie mantle #reggie mantle fanfiction #reggie mantle fanfic #reggie mantle imagine #reggie mantle one shot #reggie mantle imagines #reggie mantle oneshot #my writing ; reggie mantle #my fics ; reggie mantle #my oneshots ; reggie mantle #// look at me go! two in a day!#// i am... rusty. but i'm trying to work through it #// pretty sure this too will flop but oh well. it is what it is.#// this is part of my riverdale fic - it's the 'prelude' if you will. kind of sets up things that have happened in the fic #// literally no one asked for this but I wanted it so ya'll get it #// suffer with me

10 notes · View notes

davekat-sucks · 3 years

Note

i understand disliking davekat, i really do, but may i ask why youre putting abusive and incestuous ships above it on the shipping scale? and dont say something akin to "but the trolls are all products of incest," because thats no good excuse to ship the human characters who are related.

?CG: OH RIGHT, THE BIZARRE HUMAN ANATHEMA OF INCEST, I FORGOT. Ectobiology is one of the cases too. Since they are both each others’ mother/father/grandma/grandpa/sister/brother/son/daughter in some way. It is a paradox. It is your relative, but at the same time, not quite technically. Though DaveJane could be seen normal, some could view it as him dating a grandma. She would become Nanna, but at the same time, she isn’t one yet. The same applies to Dirk dating Jake. Some could view it as a guy dating a grandpa. So it is all weird and incestuous in some shape or form no matter which human you shipped with. Does not help that in Homestuck 2, Rosebot would fuck Dirk, since she has a brother complex for him. This was like how she had feelings for Dave before finding out there were siblings. To go even further, the Doomed Rose had sex with him before he traveled back in time to become Davesprite and was worried about her existence. Is that Doomed Rose subconscious in the present Rose? How fucked is it her memories conflicting that someone you knew is not there, that your own self was meaningless and the other timeline you used to, doesn’t mean anything. It is the will of Paradox Space that says, “X shouldn’t matter, even if Y characters got better. Only when Z events happen, is what’s important.”

#Homestuck #Anon #Anonymous #Homestuck 2 #Homestuck2 #HS^2 #HS2

8 notes · View notes

bladekindeyewear · 3 years

Text

HS^2 bloggin’ mainline 2020-12-25

I’m not going to spend time BLOGGING an upd8 on Christmas morning!

...yes I am who the fuck am I kidding. (Bonus stuff and Hiveswap are still well on hold though.)

So are we gonna follow up on the main ship? Probably not, right, with that perfect Karkat point to cut away, right? We’re just going to leave Roxy’s question hanging, as well as makeouts etiquette, and leave while having seen a COUPLE FRAMES of non-possessed canon Jade with only whatever fun fanart was inspired across the internet by the moment to tide us over????

Yeah, probably.

Ugh, more Dirk. I guess it’s overdue. :(

> CHAPTER 16. Welcome to my Secret Lair

Oh huh, I guess not? So... Jane’s, or Rose and Kanaya’s?

Karkat stays for longer than John thought he would. They talk a bit, but mostly they are quiet. Eventually, Karkat gets called away on yet more important war business, leaving John with one final touch on the shoulder. John leans into it in response, though he’s a bit ashamed of chasing down a sliver of physical affection so soon after obliterating Karkat’s evening like he had.

Pretty much, yeah. Can’t blame either of them.

When Karkat is finally gone, John still doesn’t move. It isn’t as though he has nowhere else to go, since there are quite a few places he might attempt to make himself useful, for better or for worse.

You’re still abandoning the task that was explicitly yours to protect your literal kid and his friends, but, oh well. Low-point. Dave dead, house dead, broke news, I get it.

He just doesn’t feel ready for that yet. The remnants of his house are still smoldering, and he can’t stop staring at them. It would make sense, he thinks, to want to root around through the rubble for anything that’s still intact; some half-charred keepsake to claim as the last thing left that’s still his. But he doesn’t want to do it, and he doesn’t want to think about it. And he still can’t move.

Can’t move. No Breath huh? What’s going to get him to, then?

> (==>)

Oh boy, that might help. XD She’s pretty good at that.

> (==>)

Still with the waistline gap. And was his phone always yellow like his God-Tier shoes?

ROXY: hey john can u do me a quick solid ROXY: actly idk how quick itll be but its definitely solid ROXY: harry anderson says i just missed u being here but could u skip back on over?

Nice, huh! No judgment, just a hey-any-chance-you-could-swing-back. He sort of needs to be needed right now, in a simple, almost everyday non-judgmental way I guess. (That’s what he NEEDED anyway-- whether he deserved it though is up for debate.)

ROXY: i need help w/smth and yr darling boy is holed up in his room working on some fuckin craft project or other and cant be bothered

YES SEW JOHN A BETTER FITTING FUCKING OUTFIT

ROXY: and now that me and u are freshly on speakin terms again i might as well take advantage of that olive branch and put u to work ROXY: assumin you havent died in an air raid, that is ROXY: which id also be interested in knowin about so if u wld be so kind as to reply instead of leavin me hangin

Heheheh. Gosh Roxy is always the best.

JOHN: yea yea sorry im here. JOHN: i just had a hard time getting my phone out of these fucking tiny pants.

Hah.

JOHN: and also my house is bombed out so i'm kinda grappling with that. JOHN: but i honestly am not sure how much longer i need to sit around staring at it. trying to align my memories of my youth with whatever is happening right now so JOHN: short version is no i’m not dead, and yeah i can come back over there and help you out. ROXY: oh sweet yr alive and down to do manual labor its a win/win JOHN: see you soon.

Yep! Pulled away from all the metaphorical, ultra-meaningful bullshit, back to some brass tacks with some easy humor. Definitely something Roxy can do well.~

> (==>)

EXCUSE ME. What is that outfit and pose. Did you--

ROXY: sup ROXY: follow me ROXY: well were just going to my room so i guess technically u know the way JOHN: haha ok.

Did you invite him over for the manual labor of banging you while your son is sewing in the other room

Or maybe the labor is making him a new sibling. JFC

Is this plan part of why we got the sudden content warning that was mocked or was that mainly for Hiveswap

John follows, trying to shake the ominous feeling he got from what she’d just said. He’d been in and out of this house a lot in the past few days. Why should this be any different?

I DUNNO JOHN DOES THIS SEEM DIFFERENT TO YOU

> (==>)

Yea this seems like a fucc room.

JOHN: it’s not like i could forget! ROXY: ya i guess u only really saw the living room when you were here the other day but i have changed some stuff up ROXY: done a lil redecoratin here n there

So it’s MORE of a fucc room than previously >__>”

ROXY: may have to do a smidge more if my old bff decides im next on the list for bombing out ROXY: but so far so good

Ah geez.

ROXY: just a coupla exploded cars in the yard from some shenanigans our dear son and his friends were in but u kno it is what it is!!!

Well, that’ll buff out easy.

ROXY: can i get u anything? ROXY: just made some coffee JOHN: no, uh, i’m good.

Of course she has a fancy handled winecoffeeglass (and the handle does look ridiculous but it’d be too hot to hold otherwise)

Roxy shrugs and swirls her own coffee around in her novelty mug. John looks around. A lot about the room is the same. The family photos, the rug. There’s a lot more cat stuff in there now, though. The bed is new. John feels like he’s about to take a test he hasn’t studied for. He makes himself focus on what she’s saying.

That would be the feeling.

> (==>)

MY GOD. Roxy is so fucking good at this holy shit

She KNOWS she’s making him squirm and she loves it

JOHN: so uh anyway. JOHN: what was this favor? ROXY: yo why dont u just come rest yr tush for a bit ROXY: take a lil relax next 2 me here JOHN: haha uh. JOHN: roxy i uh. JOHN: im flattered, but i don’t know if that’s really the right step right now. JOHN: don’t get me wrong, everything seems so fucked up right now that when i try to think about what might actually BE the right step, it feels like a huge cartoon question mark might physically manifest over my head. JOHN: but I’m not sure if um rekindling our physical relationship is really the best--

So is Roxy trolling him, about to reveal she wasn’t thinking of sex and was just making things seem sultry? Or just had “lol jk” as an option-select, maybe.

> (==>)

ROXY: r u kiddin me rn egbert JOHN: i’m not? unless you were, in which case yeah lets say i was also kidding. JOHN: oh my god, i’m sorry, i don’t know why this making me freak out.

OH NOOO NOT THE DISDAAAAIN - CRITICAL HIT D:

ROXY: i remember our past boot knockin with fondness but that is a situation im not interested in revisiting

boot knockin XD

ROXY: look john ROXY: i was trying to be polite about it ROXY: offering u sustenance n rest n all ROXY: but you look like shit ROXY: i just wanted to catch up on the whole heinous war situation were in and maybe check in on e/o before leaping strait to the real n actual nonsexual manual labor favor i have in mind for u JOHN: oh.

Hey, she can’t help looking sexy she’s too good at it.

Is the manual labor moving the crashed cars? Can’t Roxy pull that off on her own, or... banish the cars to the void or something? (Oh, but WOULD she want to do it on her own when she can rope in John and bring him down to earth by giving him a useful task? And admittedly his strength and wallet would make things easier.)

John feels his shoulders unbunch. Of course. Yeah. He’s almost embarrassed by how relieved he feels. So what if his ex wife wanted to hook up? Shouldn’t that be a situation he could navigate? Don’t people like to find solace in human physical connection during dire times? Why did the idea of it make his mind white out in panic more than, say, any number of the traumas he just experienced?

Probably some gender stuff mixed up in there too, June.

He doesn’t know, but he believes Roxy that he must look pretty haggard. He probably feels haggard? Maybe sitting down will feel better.

Just put your feet up yeah

> (==>)

WHAT A CUTE IMAGE

JOHN: sorry. like i said, my "how to react to stuff" meter is completely fucked right now. ROXY: thats fair bud

she’s used to being patient with you don’t worry otherwise you never would’ve gotten this far

ROXY: real fast i do need to do a quick takeback of all that shit i said last time we talked about janey not being literally the most evil person we knew or whatever ROXY: i guess i was hopped up on arguin or somethin since that was before we hit our conversational vibe bc of course u were right and i shoulda listened

Ouch. Yeah, we saw just lately just how far off the deep end she was. (Where was that funny upd8 reaction art summarizing the bit where Kanaya was holding Tavros hostage and Jane was transparently debating “hmm do I let my son die?” and Kanaya and Tavros were just looking at each-other flat-mouthed nervous? I REALLY wanted to share that but I don’t usually want to reblog or put most stuff HS^2 not under a read-more, for spoiler purposes, usually.)

ROXY: im just glad ur ok ROXY: or like alive JOHN: yeah, jury's still out on "ok" but, you know. ROXY: ya ROXY: u said ur house is gone?? JOHN: yep. JOHN: completely. ROXY: jeez ROXY: i would ask how ur feelin but like the answer 2 that has got 2b "prtty bad"

Talk it ouuuut~~ get those feels out there and articulated john

JOHN: yeah. JOHN: i mean. JOHN: no? JOHN: it’s weird. JOHN: it feels like it should be a bigger deal, I guess? JOHN: like it’s my HOUSE. JOHN: but mostly it always felt like my dad’s house? JOHN: and when i started living there after i moved out of here, it was like i crammed myself back into whatever was left of my kid self? JOHN: and it didn’t feel good, but it at least was familiar, you know? JOHN: like living there let me feel closer to my dad, trying to be like the way i remember him, or like how i remember him wanting me to be, or something? JOHN: and i didn’t realize how much i hated doing that until i saw it all go up in flames. JOHN: so i guess i could have used my powers to stop the fire and save whatever was left of the place, but i couldn’t bring myself to do it. JOHN: like some fucked up part of me was glad i got there too late? JOHN: so i just sat there, watching, trying to figure out why watching my house burn down felt like i was being released from prison. JOHN: and even now i keep trying to explain it away, as though it’s because of how fucked up everything else is that it made me feel good. JOHN: but that’s just bullshit. JOHN: it DID feel good. JOHN: i DO feel free. JOHN: sorry.

I was kind of saying some Breath/Blood stuff at the time of him losing his last tie to his stubborn sticking-to-his-kid-self bit? Except now we’re mixing it in with June Egbert and his gender-identity questions too.

ROXY: no need 2 apologize ROXY: we just delved in2 my whole gender thing last time so it seems fine for u to have a turn JOHN: i didn’t say it was a gender thing.

Oh shit

ROXY: well no i just meant like i did some sharing ROXY: like referrin 2 the topic i brought up when we chatted last ROXY: but like now that u mention it ROXY: *meaningful pause* JOHN: … JOHN: i JOHN: ROXY: lol well we can move on 2 the favor part if youd rather ROXY: stick a lil pin in that topic n come back 2 it when u have had sleep

Are you just INCREDIBLY incisive Roxy or have you and John talked about this before?

ROXY: like i said the other day its not like this shits figureoutable in 1 sitting anyways JOHN: yeah... ROXY: sooooooo ROXY: movin on

It’s just fine for Roxy to slow-roll this yeah, if she’s going to pry open that door a little

ROXY: dont be mad but theres a part of the house u didnt know abt the whole time u lived here JOHN: what? ROXY: yea ROXY: i got a secret lair ROXY: for my sciences

OH FUCK YES SCIENCE LAB, of COURSE Roxy would want a cool science lab basement because she always wants a cool science lab basement

ROXY: and i get to it via a transportalizer underneath our bed ROXY: which is 2 heavy 2 move by my lonesome so i just needed to borrow some o your aforementioned powers of wind

Okay no. Wait. What the fuck?

First of all, as funny and MSPaintAdventures-y as furniture being in the way of things is, why would you block it with a bed too heavy to move, but,

Second of all, more importantly, how is a GOD-TIER ROXY not strong enough to lift a heavy bed?!?!?!? Either she’s lying to get John involved in things or this is a gendered cop-out because these characters are superheroes at the TOP of their echeladders, given obnoxiously powerful video-game strength and athletics only to then have ascended into DEITIES. God-Tier Roxy could probably have lifted a bed like that when she was SEVENTEEN! And now she’s an ADULT, out-of-shape or otherwise! If this were a whole CAR I might be willing to handwave it, but just a heavy BED?!? And none of the GUYS are going to have this much trouble lifting a bed like this, are they?? This just feels like following classic cartoony gender tropes in the complete absence of these characters’ super powers, what the fuck, and also Roxy if you didn’t make it Transportalizer-only access you could have given it an entrance you could phase through with your fancy powers to get to. FUCK.

This feels stupid.

ROXY: so if u dont mind woosh away JOHN: uh ok, well... JOHN: a secret science lair, sure, i can deal with that. JOHN: why not! JOHN: it doesn’t work out great when i do the windy thing indoors, though. ROXY: aight then no wind bending just use your mangrit

Roxy flexes, the corner of her mouth pulled up into a familiar grin. John feels his guts, so recently calmed, twist up into knots again. Her eyebrows shoot up and the smile loosens. He must have shown something on his face.

You’re already THIS sensitive about gendertalk?

ROXY: ok or just like push when i push ROXY: we both got sick muscles ROXY: no other adjectives necessary JOHN: yeah ok. ROXY: on 3?

Please, please reinforce the idea that they both have sick strength, because they fucking do and the idea that Roxy actually a hundred percent NEEDED John to do this is BS.

> (==>)

JOHN: holy shit? ROXY: sorry to lop yet another huge scoop onto ur lil brains ice cream revelation sundae JOHN: so wait, if this thing's always been under the bed, how’d you get down here before without me? ROXY: well thats neither here nor there john JOHN: i mean it is kinda. Here. ROXY: fine ok checkmate ROXY: i dont ACTUALLY need ur nerdgrit for this escapade ROXY: like im sorry but i said it ROXY: i mostly just wanted to see you and show u wats down here

THANK FUCKING CHRIST.

If that wasn’t actually just a lie to get him involved I was going to stay SO mad. Of COURSE Roxy can move a fucking BED no matter how heavy it is. OF COURSE.

ROXY: and also uve been ~sent for~ JOHN: ok but like ROXY: john i am inviting u 2 my inner sanctum ROXY: i am literally bringing out the word "sanctum" in case u werent already clued in 2 how cool this is ROXY: so do u wanna go into my secret lair or wat JOHN: yeah!? JOHN: yes? i guess? ROXY: aight good

Yes John of course you want to stop fighting it

ROXY: then as they told me in the hospital before lil h a was born ROXY: just push

eyeroll, but yeah, of course

> (==>)

Oh cool, sprite form version of her loungewear.

> (==>)

Sorry for my compulsion to post every full-frame image of Roxy in this awesome outfi-WERE YOU KEEPING CALLIOPE UNDER YOUR BED THIS WHOLE TIME?!?????

That’s like... almost a fucking metaphor isn’t it???? For the relationship you preferred in the other timeline and possibly THIS one TOO or

ROXY: hey callieee i got him ROXY: o damn john sorry i shoulda also told u callies here weve been hangin out again ROXY: 1 more freak for ur bean

Oh huh, so this isn’t an always thing. And these two can get close in more than one timeline where it would’ve worked out nicely. :)

JOHN: oh it's ok, my bean feels pretty well adjusted to freakage at this point so keep them coming if you like! ROXY: k cool i will JOHN: do i get to know what that big thing under the sheet is? ROXY: hmmmmmm no JOHN: oh ok. JOHN: are you sure? i mean, it seems like a pretty prominent feature of the room. JOHN: space. JOHN: wherever we are. ROXY: and a totally mysterious n COMPLETELY inconspicuous feature it will have to remain for now ROXY: we r kinda in a hurry here fyi ROXY: and by that i mean ROXY: we are in precisely the amount of hurry that means im excused from having to a that specific q rn JOHN: right, sorry. JOHN: i will pay no attention to the object behind the curtain. ROXY: u catch on fast egbert ROXY: anyway theres more cool info coming so just follow me

I don’t have any big theories. Is it just the Hiveswap device or something? If Calliope helped with it it’d help explain the Cherubic theme.

> (==>)

JOHN: so... this is all downstairs? JOHN: it seems like you had a lot of work done. ROXY: well no not x actly ROXY: were in the old meteor JOHN: under the house??? ROXY: ok so ROXY: in hindsight it may have been a bit misleading 2 say like ROXY: "downstairs" ROXY: in reference to a place which is hells of buried underground and may not actually be literally under the house ROXY: but there is no time to explain all that rn john so instead im going to refer u to my adorable little green friend here CALLIOPE: #U_U# ROXY: (hehe) CALLIOPE: *AHEM* CALLIOPE: hi john! CALLIOPE: long time no see. ^u^

Cherubs just really like dark cavelike places full of weird tech don’t they.

> (==>)

THEY’RE SO CUTE

JOHN: oh, uh. hey callie! JOHN: it sure has been a while huh. JOHN: now that i think about it, the last time the three of us hung out like this... CALLIOPE: was when i was aggressively third wheeling yoUr prenUptial coUrtship? CALLIOPE: if yoU dont mind, john, i'd rather not rehash that period of oUr lives. CALLIOPE: it was more than a little painfUl for me. JOHN: oh. JOHN: god, jeez, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to-- CALLIOPE: hee hee john i am only pUlling yoUr leg, don't worry. CALLIOPE: if anything i was personally a little thrilled with how things shook oUt in that respect. CALLIOPE: imagine, if yoU will, a yoUng cherUb raised in solitUde, whose only solace was the convolUted and tUmUltUoUs romantic schemata she projected onto her only friends from another Universe. CALLIOPE: and then fUrther imagine that this yoUng cherUb, throUgh varioUs even *more* convolUted contrivances, ended Up in the company of those selfsafe friends as an eqUal participant in their sphere of social discoUrse! CALLIOPE: it is a joy the like of which yoU possibly cannot fathom. u_u

Reinforcing that things turning out this way was in fact the FANTASY that Calliope was writing over in the Canon timeline. Just, heavily, HEAVILY implied that the Candy timeline is -- or at least originated as -- Calliope’s fanfiction as a Muse of Space, and its competition for audience interest with canon is the essential conflict between alt!Calliope and Dirk (or Dirk and Andrew Hussie).

CALLIOPE: so to pUt it simply, getting to experience sUch emotional drama myself was an impossibly enriching experience. CALLIOPE: possibly a first for my species! CALLIOPE: it's actUally qUite interesting, if yoU ROXY: *nudge* CALLIOPE: oh, right. yes. i'm getting a little carried away, haha. CALLIOPE: argh, i'm sorry, this is not how i planned to begin this vital conversation.

Vital conversation? What sorta truth-bombs are coming?

CALLIOPE: but to sUmmarise, what i was trying to say is: CALLIOPE: don't beat yourself Up aboUt it john. CALLIOPE: besides, hUman divorces are even more fascinating than i had ever imagined, and being able to witness yoUrs in motion was an honoUr. CALLIOPE: so i consider Us aboUt even at this point. JOHN: hahaha!!! JOHN: okay, well that's good to know! CALLIOPE: ^u^

Holy SHIT that was savage! And we’ll NEVER know whether or not she really intended it so savagely, either.~

JOHN: so um... JOHN: i hear that there's this big secret thing you wanna tell me about? CALLIOPE: oh right, yes of course! CALLIOPE: let me jUst say first of all how thrilled i am that yoU're on board. CALLIOPE: i wasn't sUre if yoUr natUral inclinations woUld have preclUded yoUr coming to such a place as this, and yet here yoU are. CALLIOPE: this whole endeavoUr will be *so* mUch easier with yoUr help.

Uh oh.

Hopefully babies aren’t involved.

JOHN: oh! well, shucks. JOHN: not really sure what that means but i'm just glad to be of use somewhere, haha. JOHN: which, speaking of somewhere, CALLIOPE: ah right, right. yoU're probably a little cUrioUs as to where the dickens we are. CALLIOPE: how much do yoU know aboUt black holes? JOHN: um... like, the big space things? CALLIOPE: they aren't always big actUally, and in fact their relative smallness is practically their defining qUality. JOHN: oh. CALLIOPE: bUt okay i think we are on the same page. CALLIOPE: so, what if i told yoU that we are inside of a black hole right now.

Oh dear, we’re getting into the canon/noncanon divide?

JOHN: um... JOHN: like, HERE? JOHN: we just transportalized into a black hole? CALLIOPE: no, i mean, what if oUr whole WORLD was inside a black hole. JOHN: ok.

Yeah, that’s gonna be John’s reaction. “ok.” Pretty much inevitable.

CALLIOPE: earth c, or at least oUr version of it, has, from the moment we crossed the victory threshold, been inside a black hole. JOHN: ok. CALLIOPE: and not just any black hole, bUt the very black hole in which the green sUn Ultimately met its demise, allowing oUr victory in the first instance! JOHN: huh! ROXY: ("huh!") ROXY: (rofl my fucking ao egbert) JOHN: (shhhh!)

And Roxy enjoys his non-reaction reactions as much as we do, hehe.

CALLIOPE: bUt, paradoxically, the critical moment which determined its capture within the black hole happened *after* that point. CALLIOPE: i refer of coUrse to yoUr decision not to retUrn to the mediUm and fight my brother. JOHN: wait, wait. JOHN: you mean, the meat and candy thing? JOHN: oh my god. JOHN: you mean i actually DID make a mistake that day. CALLIOPE: well, that's not exactly what that-- JOHN: ugh, i fucking KNEW it! JOHN: i'm so sorry. JOHN: i'm so sorry that i put the earth inside a black hole everyone. ): ROXY: john ROXY: listen ROXY: u have got to get out of this mindset i am begging you JOHN: ):

Yeah shake him out of this shit.

ROXY: your choice literally didnt matter ROXY: the whole thing was symbolic in the first place ROXY: literally symbolic in the case of the picnic i mean come on ROXY: it was just some steak and a plate of candy suckers JOHN: oh. CALLIOPE: i mean, i wouldn't go so far as to say that the meal we shared was unimportant, given the sacred significance of the two options i presented. CALLIOPE: but yes, yoUr choice of snack was infinitely less important than the choice which it presaged. CALLIOPE: and even then, calling it a choice woUld be sorely misleading. CALLIOPE: think of it like a coin flip. CALLIOPE: the series of events that led to Us being trapped beyond the event horizon of an Ubermassive black hole could be considered "tails", while the events which would have occUrred otherwise could be considered "heads". CALLIOPE: since both were possible, and paradox space is the way it is, they actUally both happened. and we jUst "happened" (hee hee) to get tails instead of heads. JOHN: you mean we ended up with the bad possibility. CALLIOPE: not at all! since both possibilities depend on one another's existence, it really doesn't make sense to call them "right" or "wrong". they both just "are". JOHN: o...kay... CALLIOPE: u_u

Yeah, it’s going to take a bit more than that to convince him he didn’t make the “wrong decision”.

CALLIOPE: i realise that this may be a lot to process. CALLIOPE: it's easy to forget that this wasn't obvioUs to everyone from the beginning. CALLIOPE: anyway, the reason i went on this tangent in the first place was to explain that the space we are standing in right now has a special significance, in that it is the location which corresponds to the black hole's singUlarity. JOHN: oh, wow. JOHN: um. JOHN: ok so, sorry if this is a dumb question to ask suddenly, but what does being inside of a black hole actually... mean for us? JOHN: is that bad? JOHN: is it like in movie, um, JOHN: shoot. JOHN: roxy what was that matthew mcconaughey movie from your earth that we watched? ROXY: u mean interstellar JOHN: RIGHT. JOHN: the one with the organ. JOHN: man. i cried at that movie so much. ROXY: lol u can say that again ROXY: iirc at least part of y u got so weepy was the fact that u couldnt believe a version of earth existed where ppl got 2 watch more mcconaughey films than you JOHN: listen. JOHN: i simply don't think you all appreciated the gift you were given. CALLIOPE: i don't believe i'm familiar with this particular film ^u^;; ROXY: oh dont worry cal you didnt miss much JOHN: (gasp)

This is all gold

ROXY: but the important point is that no its not really an interstellar type situation here egbert ROXY: ur not gonna enter a weird time vortex and change the trajectory of a little girls life with the power of love JOHN: aw.

Dammit, now we have to be on the lookout for that possibility. Or it did sort of already happen more than once to John. ...Whatever.

CALLIOPE: to go back to your original question, john. CALLIOPE: it's not strictly speaking "bad" for Us to be inside of a black hole, mUch thoUgh that contradicts most of what anyone knows about them. CALLIOPE: of coUrse, if we had fallen into it, that woUld be a whole other kettle of fish. CALLIOPE: the tidal forces woUld have stretched Us all into spaghetti and then ripped us apart! CALLIOPE: bUt the natUre of oUr arrival was more akin to simply "being" here, sUddenly. one moment we were not, and the next moment we were, and somehow always had been. CALLIOPE: in everyday, practical terms, being inside of a black hole has very little bearing on Us. CALLIOPE: i mean, the natUre of space and time is a little finicky in here, bUt for the most part it doesn't seem to be anything too oUt of the ordinary. CALLIOPE: bUt beyond that, it means that we are sealed away from the rest of existence. CALLIOPE: oUr sphere of inflUence is limited to the sphere of the black hole's bounding horizon. CALLIOPE: as far as everyone else is concerned, we might as well not even exist! JOHN: is there no way we could let anyone know that we're in here...? CALLIOPE: almost certainly not!

No? So this doesn’t have to do with the divide?

CALLIOPE: there are very few ways for anything to escape the kind of predicament that we are in right now. one of them is to be an all-powerfUl being with control over the very fabric of space, with the energy of two Universes at yoUr disposal. CALLIOPE: in which case, escape woUld become rather trivial, if a little Unscientific. JOHN: ok. i am going to assume that we can't just do that. CALLIOPE: yoU've hit the nail on the head, UnfortUnately. U_U CALLIOPE: the method i described was the one employed by my alternate self, who yoU may recall crashed through the event horizon in the body that once belonged to jade harley. CALLIOPE: she departed through a pUnctUre she created in the black hole's surface shortly after consUming my brother, a deed which provided her with the necessary "oomph", and which was frankly rather breathtaking to watch. =u= CALLIOPE: bUt Upon her departUre, the rift closed for good. as far as i can see, there's simply no way for Us to commUnicate with the world oUtside the black hole.

What the heck? Calliope SAW all this? Is this her Muse powers at work, letting her observe these things, or was she there? And John certainly did NOT see ANY of what Calliope just said happen.

CALLIOPE: i woUld certainly be very sUrprised to find oUt that anyone had managed sUch a thing!

So we’re going to find that out if we haven’t already. Maybe something to do with the way Vrissy just conks out narcoleptically?

JOHN: ...right. JOHN: so... let me just get this straight. JOHN: knowing that we're inside of a black hole... does that actually change anything? JOHN: like, can't we just go on living like normal? CALLIOPE: oh absolUtely not. CALLIOPE: i don't know if yoU've noticed john bUt this world is on the brink of a total cataclysm. JOHN: oh.

Um, what?

CALLIOPE: oUr exclUsion from the overarching coUrse of events which governs all reality means that oUr existence here is liable to dramatic and violent Upheaval. CALLIOPE: to pUt it another way, becaUse nothing in here "matters", we are likely to be sUbjected to things which are a bit bats in the belfry, for no reason other than it's totally insignificant to the wider canon of reality. CALLIOPE: and mUch thoUgh i am personally titillated by some of the conseqUences of this predicament, it is a degrading way for Us to live. u_u JOHN: that's... certainly one way to put it, yeah...

No plot-armor for your entire timeline, I guess, yep. Outside of canon, we can imagine and write about ANYTHING happening to the characters, or just drop their existence entirely, much like a doomed offshoot timeline. It’s a plot stability that depended heavily on the threat of Lord English and being trapped in a story, and without it things are bound to see a BIT chaotic (or “degrading” if you view it as subjected to the whims of fanfic writers, certainly).

CALLIOPE: at first, i believed that this was simply necessary. Us playing tails to oUr coUnterparts' heads, the black to their white, and so forth. CALLIOPE: bUt over the years i have come to the conclUsion that this is simply not kosher. ROXY: its total bs is what it is CALLIOPE: right, yes. CALLIOPE: a steaming pile of bUllshite. CALLIOPE: and so we have decided that something needs to be done aboUt it.

Ah fuck. You’re going to regulate non-canon? “Canonize” it? Is the fact that you eventually succeed at whatever it is you’re trying to do part of why we have the story presented to us in this bifurcated structure?

ROXY: this is finally where u come in jegbert ROXY: we gots quests for yous CALLIOPE: hee hee, yes. CALLIOPE: or *a* quest, to be specific. JOHN: oh boy! ROXY: (this fkin nerd i s2g)

Roxy and Calliope setting him on this quest as a Rogue of Void and a Muse of Space feels fitting.

JOHN: i'm not sure how i can go about freeing us from a hellish space prison, but i'm up for giving it a try i guess? JOHN: i have... literally nothing better to be doing at this point. except for maybe hanging out with harry anderson. ROXY: nice save lol

YEAH WE’RE STILL GLOSSING OVER HOW YOU LEFT HIM UNPROTECTED, JERK

ROXY: but u dont need to worry abt busting us outta space jail tbh ROXY: thats not ur problem to fix JOHN: oh. JOHN: i'm... not sure i follow, then. ROXY: i mean yeah ur gonna obvs facilitate it in a sense ROXY: but only by going and busting the person who can actually help us outta normal earth jail CALLIOPE: we need yoU to free vriska from the clUtches of oUr misgUided friend jane, and bring her here, to the singUlarity. ROXY: weve been calling it the plot point CALLIOPE: yes, the plot point is a key part of oUr plan. CALLIOPE: as far as we have been able to sUrmise, the only remaining method for escaping oUr grim confinement depends on leveraging the UniqUe properties of this location to create an event of sUch catalcysmic proportions that it simply cannot be contained within the black hole any more. CALLIOPE: something SO dramatic, so hyper-relevant, that it becomes ontologically impossible for anyone to ignore it. CALLIOPE: for that, we need an individUal of sUfficient narrative cloUt, so to speak. CALLIOPE: and to liberate her, who better than the embodiment of the aspect of freedom itself? CALLIOPE: ... CALLIOPE: phew. okay, i'm finished. CALLIOPE: CALLIOPE: sorry, that took longer than i expected to go throUgh.

..............................

OOooooh, kay.

Whatever this is, it’s going to be really weird and PROBABLY infuriating and/or shippy, and I’m probably not going to like it. Plus it seems like it’s some sort of inverse belated canonization of some other black-hole-rescue theories I went on about at some point. Although, related to that link, “aspect of freedom” if anyone wasn’t paying attention! That’s a (sorta-)canon mention of the purpose of it!

They’re going to attention-wh-- attention-hog themselves out of the black hole so that they’re “considered canon” too, or close enough. Huh.

ROXY: what r u talking about cals that was great ROXY: i could listen 2 u plotsplain for years CALLIOPE: oh you >u< ROXY: fyi this was why i wanted u to get a move on eggbread ROXY: so callie could have more time 2 infodump ROXY: thats love bitchhhhhh JOHN: hahaha. JOHN: ok, well, i think i understood all that?

Love with who? Callie, John, both?

In reality, John isn’t sure what most of this means. But on balance, it feels okay? He’s gone back and forth about a hundred times in the last week about where his place in everything is, so he might as well ride this out. Plus, the last time a Lalonde kind of told him to do something, he thinks that he chose not to, and look where that got him. And it’s not like he has other plans. He may as well do this! It’s at least going to get him involved in things again, if nothing else. He turns to go, and then hears a sound. It’s the sound of feet and knocking on doors, echoed through stone and digital static.

Oh shit. Is Andrew trapped behind some fourth walls behind the curtains.

> (==>)

Oh RIGHT also that DEVICE is where they want to bring Vriska. Are they going to overturn part of canon itself with a super-retcon thus making this timeline unbelievably relevant or--? Maybe make all the PESTERQUESTS canon or something?! I don’t know. Maybe they’re INTENTIONALLY starting the game like Vriska wanted to??????

Guh, this is something so big that I don’t WANT to theorize about it, do I.

JOHN: did you hear that? ROXY: wha ROXY: oh yeah uh ROXY: i may have messaged rose and kan and jade to check on them too ROXY: so its prob onea them showin up ROXY: they don’t need to know bout all this tho ROXY: we got time to chat with them b4 u go get vriska

No, even if it’s a knock at the somehow-top-level-house-even-under-buried-- oh, right, maybe it’s covering in part a monitoring system that looks up there. But still, part of that sound was DOUBTLESS these two hiding something, all standing in front of the curtain like that.

JOHN: i’ll go stall em. ROXY: thx babe ROXY: oh is it 2 soon for that joke or JOHN: no, weirdly enough, that one’s fine. ROXY: oh good ok see u up there soon!

How is calling your significant other “babe” not cool REGARDLESS of gender?! Like wasn’t that always cool? --Oh wait is it because they’re not together or... but... guh, I don’t know.

Anyway, see y’all after the holidays at least.

#Homestuck #hs2 #Homestuck Liveblog #upd8 #Homestuck^2 #spoiler #spoilers #Roxy Lalonde #John Egbert #Calliope

17 notes · View notes

cmfan3 · 4 years

Text

If I Ever Lost You Part 1

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau X Emily Prentiss

Warning: Strong Language & Violence

Words: 6K

With a shaking hand, she reached over and picked up the paper. She opened the note and when she read the three words, her world stopped.

I have her.

A few days earlier

Emily was sitting at her desk in the bullpen chatting with Derek and Spencer. Actually, it was more like picking on Spencer with Derek. The two misfits were pestering Spencer about his new haircut. “Are you sure you’re not in a boy band?” joked Derek while ruffling his hair. Spencer swatted his hand away in annoyance, “yes, I’m sure. Now can I please get back to work? You guys are distracting me.” Emily opened her mouth to respond when she was cut off by JJ rushing in. Out of breath, JJ barely managed to get the words out as she rushed to the conference room, “it’s a bad one.”

The three went up and sat around the table, each in their respective spots. Emily looked up at the screen which was covered in gruesome photos, ones she couldn’t seem to stomach. As Emily began to actually look at the victims, she couldn’t help the gut wrenching feeling that arose as she glanced at the blonde standing in front of her. They all look exactly alike. The thought sent chills down her spine.

Before JJ began presenting the case, she glanced upon the brunette to try and understand how she felt about it. JJ saw what no one else did, the dread and fear that rose in Emily’s eyes. She shook it off and began explaining the situation to her team, “four victims as of now. They’re all in their mid-twenties with blonde hair and blue eyes. They were born in different states, but ended up in Washington. They all seemed to be single, but they were still in contact with their families. They worked different jobs and lived in different areas. All the victims had a different COD-”

“-Then why are we even looking at this case,” interrupted Emily. Locking eyes with her, JJ couldn’t help but soften her gaze at the brunette as she realized just how badly this case was affecting her. Emily’s knee was bouncing and her hands seemed to play with themselves. We can’t take this case. Does nobody else in this room seem to realize just how alike JJ and the victims look. They could be siblings for fucks sake. Emily’s breath seemed labored and she didn’t even want to look at the file in front of her for another second.

Before JJ could respond, Hotch cut in, “we’re taking this case because of the signature.” He nodded to the blonde, in which she then clicked to the next set of pictures. She turned away from the screen, her face morphing into one of disgust, “each victim had a message carved into their back.” The team stared on in horror as they read what was shown. Tick tock. Her time is running out. You won’t find me. I’m just getting started.

“No. Please don’t tell me we have to go look for an unsub who seems to be killing exact replicas of JJ,” stated Emily. She stared at JJ, pleading to see reason and to not take the case, no matter how selfish it seemed because she was keeping a secret no one knew. I won’t let the woman I love willingly put herself in harm’s way.

Hotch responded, “Emily. I know none of us want to investigate a case like this, but we have to. If we don’t, there’s no telling how bad the spree is going to get. That said, Garcia will update us if anything happens and we’ll brainstorm on the plane. Wheels up in twenty.” David was the first to leave the room. Soon after was Derek and Spencer. As Hotch was about to leave, he glanced back at the women for a split second before going to get his things in order.

As soon as Hotch was out the door, Emily shot up out of her seat and rushed towards the blonde, who was still standing by the screen. She grasped both of her hands desperately. “JJ, please, at least tell me you’re not going. You have to see the resemblance between you and the victims. I’m not going to let you get hurt. Please don’t come with us,” pleaded Emily.

JJ squeezed her hands, “well if you’re not going to let me get hurt, then I don’t really see an issue. Emily, even if I didn’t want to come, who’s going to handle the media when things get bad. They already started calling him The Messenger. I’ll be fine, the team will protect me.” She smiled gratefully at the woman in front of her, “I’ll be ok Em, don’t worry so much.” She slid her hands from the brunette’s grasp and walked out the door, towards her office.

Emily ’s heart felt heavy as she watched her retreating form. How can I not worry about you? I love you.

On the jet, the team just ended their call with Garcia, and as soon as she cut the line by saying, “I’m like the wind: back in a flash... or is that lightning?,” the air was so tense, it could’ve been cut with a knife. Dave sat in front of Hotch, the two brainstorming ideas about the unsub. Morgan and Spencer were talking, mostly about the case, but every once in a while, Morgan would try to lighten the mood by talking about Spencer’s haircut. The two would crack a smile before they resumed talking about the horrors of the case.

Towards the back of the jet, JJ was looking through the file when she felt someone occupy the seat next to her. She glanced up and saw Emily place two cups of coffee on the table in front of them. “Oh thank god,” the blonde exhaled, “you don’t even know how much I need this,” she sighed. Pulling the steaming mug up towards her face and taking a deep breath, she exhaled, “I needed this more than I realized.” After taking a sip from the steaming dark liquid, she looked up to see Emily staring at her.

How can someone look perfect while drinking coffee? Oh who am I kidding, she always looks perfect. Realizing she was caught gawking, Emily instantly looked away, a flush creeping up her face. “Sorry,” she mumbled. Trying not to make it more awkward between the two, Emily opened up her case file, “so what are your thoughts about how the unsub kills them?”

Amused, JJ states, “I don’t think they actually know which way they prefer killing yet. Yes, while the unsub doesn’t have any hesitation marks, it seems as if this is their first time because of all the different COD’s. So I think they’re trying to figure out which way excites them the most.”

“The carving of the messages in their backs are exciting enough,” grumbled Emily. She attempted to pay more attention to the photos, but every time she looked at a victim, all she could see was JJ lying there with her eyes open, all cut up and bloody. She shook her head, as if to clear the image from her mind. She turned to see JJ staring at her quizzically. As Emily looked into the blue eyes in front of her, she saw the question are you okay? staring back at her. She nodded her head and gave a small smile, hoping to convince the woman in front of her that she shouldn’t be worried. Emily began to look at the pictures once again. She tensed up when she felt something brush along her arm, but relaxed when she realized that it was just JJ leaning her head on the brunette’s shoulder. Emily felt butterflies swarm her stomach when the smaller woman curled up into her side, seeking warmth. In a matter of seconds, JJ was out cold, leaving Emily to gaze lovingly at her, hoping and wishing that she could keep her safe from harm. Deep down though, Emily knew that not everything was in her control, and she hated it. Making sure no one was paying them any attention, she placed a loving kiss on the top of the sleeping woman’s head and when the blonde curled even more into her side, Emily wanted to capture this moment forever. She’ll be ok. I won’t let anything happen to her. Kept running through her head like a mantra. Soon after, she succumbed to exhaustion and let sleep take her.

Emily awoke to the feeling of the jet hitting the runway. Shaking off her grogginess, she looked down next to her and felt the butterflies rise up yet once again when she saw the blonde still curled up into her side. She smiled at the sleeping woman before shaking her slightly. “Come on Jayje. You need to wake up, we’re here,” whispered Emily.

In response, JJ grunted and shifted farther into Emily’s side. “Not yet,” she grumbled. Hearing a bark of laughter, she peeked her eyes open and looked up at the woman laughing at her. “It’s not funny Em. I barely slept and I’m tired. I need more coffee,” JJ complained. She reached across the table and picked up Emily’s coffee and took a long sip. Looking over the rim of the glass, she saw Emily attempting to stifle her laughter behind a smirk. She gently smacked the older woman’s arm and feigned shock. “You dare laugh at me Prentiss, well we’ll see who’s laughing when I finish your coffee,” joked JJ.

As Emily smiled at her, the blonde could see her eyes gleaming with mischief, but before she was able to act on it, Hotch’s voice boomed over the jet, “Prentiss, you’re with Morgan. You two go to the crime scenes and see if we missed anything. Reid and David, you two go to the morgue and try and find more information about the COD’s and messages. JJ and I will head to the police precinct to set up. Jennifer I need you to start handling the media and get rid of that ridiculous name. It only fuels the unsub’s desire.”

“Sir, I don’t mean any disrespect, but you can’t seriously consider putting JJ in front of all those cameras when all the victims look exactly like her,” argued Emily. She looked at the blonde next to her with worry shining in her eyes.

JJ reached for Emily’s hand and squeezed it softly, “I’ll be fine Em, like I said, I have you and the team to protect me. Hotch is right, I need to handle the media. That’s my job.”

“But-,” Emily started again, but when she looked at Hotch, she knew there was no point in arguing. She excused herself from JJ’s grasp and went towards the bathroom, pulling out her phone and dialing the only number she thought could help.

“Office of Unfettered Omniscience. Penelope Garcia is in. Speak, oh fortunate one,” rang Penelope’s voice through the line. Emily smiled to herself and reminded herself to check if Penelope was on anything. “I need you to do me a favor PG. Can you please keep an eye on JJ? Track her location, make sure she’s ok. It doesn’t matter to me as long as she isn’t in danger,” Emily requested. Garcia’s voice rang out, “of course E, you know how important she is to all of us. I know you guys won’t let anything happen to her, but if it makes you feel better, I can keep an eye on her. Just in case.” “Thank you, I’m just worried about her, and it seems like I’m the only one. It’s frustrating,” fumed Emily. “I know sweet cheeks, but it’s a part of the job,” reminded Garcia. “I know, I know. But it doesn’t make it any easier. Thanks Pen, I’ll keep you updated,” Emily responded. “Over and out,” chirped Garcia. Turning back towards the team, she let her eyes roam over each member before they settled on the blonde who was looking out the window with a look on her face that Emily couldn’t seem to decipher. I have to tell her. She has to know before something happens, because with our team’s luck, something is going to happen. Grow up Prentiss, just tell her. What’s the worst that could happen? We could stop talking completely and she could act like I don’t even exist. Fuck Prentiss, just tell her already. After boosting her confidence, Emily began walking towards JJ in hopes of finally telling her how she’s felt for so long. Emily noticed that when JJ saw that she was walking towards her, a smile lit up the blonde’s face which was immediately mirrored by the older woman. Emily slid in next to JJ and reached for her hands. Clearing her throat and staring down at their entwined hands, Emily began, “Jen, there really isn’t a good time to say this, but I have to say it. Please forgive me, but I have to tell you. Jennifer I-” “We have to hit the ground rolling. Let’s go everyone,” interrupted Hotch. “Just perfect,” Emily mumbled. She looked up into the crystal blue eyes and sighed, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll tell you later.” Or never. The blonde simply nodded and gave Emily one of her dazzling smiles.

While on the jet, Morgan was able to witness the entire scene unfold. As he and Emily were walking onto the crime scenes, he questioned, “so princess. What was that on the jet?” Nearly choking on the water she was drinking, Emily managed to sputter out, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Derek merely laughed and nodded, “Alright princess, but just know, I’ll find out soon enough.” Emily glared at him as she walked up to the fourth victim’s body. As soon as they arrived at the body and saw the message I’m just getting started carved into her back, both put the topic at hand in the back of their heads and focused on the case.

Spencer and Rossi were chatting amongst themselves as they waited for the autopsy results. “It’s strange that the unsub hasn’t settled on a COD, especially because it seems as if carving the messages is really what gets them off. I would think that since they enjoy carving them in, they would also want the victim to die by knife,“ inquired Spencer. With a grimace, Rossi realized that the kid is right, yet once again, “well, maybe the unsub just gets off on the whole ordeal and it doesn’t matter what they use to kill the victims. Maybe they kill the victims based on whatever’s easiest in the moment.” As Spencer was thinking about it, the forensic pathologist walked in with some information. She began, “so we got the results from the autopsy and let me tell you guys, it isn’t pretty. So it seems as if the victims had the messages carved into their backs while they were alive.” Pausing so she could register the reactions of the agents in front of her, she wasn’t shocked when she saw the disgust and horror flash on their faces. She continued, “based on the laceration marks on their wrists, it seems like they were suspended from something and their feet were barely scraping the floor. They were severely dehydrated and it seems like they were kept for a span of three days, if not shorter. Here’s the crazy bit though, the COD for each victim was actually the same. They all bled out.” Shock ran across Spencer’s features before morphing into understanding, “the victims died when the message was carved into their backs. The rest of it was forensic countermeasure.” At this point, Rossi wasn’t shocked with the news, the only indication that he had even registered what had been said was how his shoulders drooped lower and the fatigue on his face became more prominent. “Alright kid, let’s get back to the team and let them know what we found out,” Rossi sighed. Both agents thanked the forensic pathologist and began their drive down to the precinct.

At the precinct, JJ was attempting to control the media as Hotch began to set up the team’s room. Bracing herself for all the questions, she took a deep breath and began, “I know you all have questions, and I’ll try to answer them as best as I can, but the first thing that needs to happen is the name, The Messenger, needs to be forgotten. Call the killer an unsub. Giving the unsub a name only fuels their desire to kill again. Now, any questions?” A flurry of hands shot up and voices seemed to ring out from all directions. One reporter managed to make his question heard by the media liaison, “should everyone be worried about being next, or does the unsub have a specific type?” “As of now, they do seem to have a specific type, but everyone should be vigilant, and if you see or hear something, say something,” JJ managed to reply before she was barraged with more questions. “What does the police know?” “Do you have any suspects?” “Is there an end goal or is it just for entertainment?” “Where is the rest of your team now?” “Have you ever seen something like this before” Before she was able to answer any of the endless questions, one question in particular made her freeze in place. “You look like them. Do you think you’re the ‘her’ that was referenced in the message ‘her time is running out’ because you look alike?” Unable to form an answer, she simply responded, “that’s all the time we have for questions,” and walked off the stage and back into the precinct. She rushed to the bathroom in hopes of calming her nerves. She leaned over the sink, gripping the edge until her knuckles turned white. After what felt like hours, her breathing finally evened out and the tears in her eyes were no longer there. She washed her face and fixed her hair before she walked out, not noticing the worried look that was sent her way by none other than the brunette.

The team gathered in the room and began debriefing each other on the new information each of them found. As Emily passed by JJ, she reached out and squeezed her shoulder, signaling to the younger agent that she wasn’t alone. JJ looked up at Emily gratefully, eyes shining with a thank you. As Emily took her seat by JJ, she was surprised when the blonde grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers together under the table.

As the room settled, Hotch was the first to speak, “Morgan and Prentiss, what did you two find out?” “Not much that we didn’t already know. We know he has a secondary location because there wasn’t any blood at the crime scene. They were all positioned where the message was clearly visible meaning it’s the most important thing to the unsub. None of the victims were placed in the same place, but all of them were placed in a location where there would be a large majority of people,” Derek informed the team. “So the unsub wants the victims to be found. He wants his message to be broadcasted,” concluded JJ. Emily spared a glance at the woman next to her, giving her hand a squeeze causing JJ to smile slightly. Emily jumped in, “we already know that the unsub’s evil, what did you two find out at the morgue?”

Before Rossi was able to debrief the team on the new information, Spencer interrupted, “evil can’t be scientifically defined. It’s an illusory moral concept that doesn’t exist in nature. Its origins and connotations have been inextricably linked to religion and mythology.” As he looked around, he saw all of the confused faces and decided to drop it, motioning to Rossi to take over. With a smile tugging at his lips, Rossi thanked Spencer for the information, “Thanks for that boy wonder, but what we found at the morgue does explain a lot. It turns out that the actual COD of all the victims was blood loss. They were all alive when they had the messages carved into their backs and that’s how they died.” Hotch intervened, “I think this means that we can believe that this unsub is experienced because their cuts are clean without any hesitation marks. That said, I believe it’s a Caucasian male in their early to mid thirties because as we saw in the crime scene photos, the unsub placed the bodies in an area where there’s nothing there. So the unsub would have to carry the bodies from their car to the drop off location which would take a large amount of strength.” Reid decided to jump in, “unsubs don’t tend to cross racial lines so he would be Caucasian because all of his victims are Caucasian. Since all his victims are in their mid twenties, he should-“

The phone ringing cut Spencer off and when the line was answered, Penelope’s voice rang out, “hello my big beautiful crime fighters. I come with bad news, like bad bad, like all the puppy photos on the internet got deleted bad.” Everyone tensed up waiting for Penelope to continue, “Anyways, back to the case. There’s been another body.” Emily turned towards JJ to see that the color drained out of her face and her jaw was clenched. With her free hand, Emily rubbed small circles on JJ’s back, attempting to comfort her. Leaning into her touch, JJ all but curled up into Emily, seeking protection from the news that was just dropped. “Unfortunately, that’s not all. The message that was carved into her back said I’m coming for her,” Penelope continued. As soon as the words left Penelope’s mouth, the reporter’s question from earlier in the day bounced around in JJ’s head. Do you think you’re the her? The contents in her stomach threatened to come out so she jumped out of her seat and rushed to the bathroom, where she then relieved her contents into the toilet. “Thanks Garcia,” Hotch replied. He turned towards the brunette who was looking where the blonde ran and nodded in her direction, causing her to run after the younger woman.

As soon as Emily opened the bathroom door, she was hit with the sound of sobbing coming from one of the stalls. She cautiously opened the stall and was broken when she looked down at the woman in front of her. JJ’s eyes were getting red from the tears and her cheeks were stained from the falling tears. Emily opened her arms and JJ practically jumped into them, seeking comfort from the only person that she knew could help. “Come here Jen, I got you,” reassured the older agent. JJ clung onto her like she was a lifeline because she essentially was. Emily kept running her hands through the blonde’s hair and rubbing small circles on her back while whispering sweet nothings into her ear in hopes of calming her down. For the two of them, it was like they were in their own little bubble where no one could hurt them. As JJ was finally able to even out her breathing, she pulled back from Emily’s grasp slightly. She looked up into Emily’s eyes, silently thanking her for everything.

As Emily looked at the woman in front of her, she felt the urge to lean in, but she couldn’t do that to her, especially after everything that just happened. So she simply glanced down, wishing that she could kiss the blonde and tell her how she feels. God I love her. When we make it out of this, I’m going to tell her. Instead, Emily pulled her back into an embrace, kissed the top of her head, and pulled her out of the restroom, where the team was waiting for them. Hotch looked at Emily, questioning whether the blonde was ok or not. She simply shrugged and focused her attention back on the younger agent.

Hotch called out, “That’s all we can do for today, everyone head back to the hotel. Everyone gets their own room. Except for Jennifer and Prentiss. I want you two sharing a room just in case something were to happen, it’s safer.” Both women were secretly overjoyed because even if Hotch didn’t give them a room together, they would’ve ended up in the same room.

After a short car ride that was filled with silence, the team arrived at their hotel. Courtesy of Penelope, the team’s rooms were all next to each other. As Derek was closing his door, he called out, “goodnight mom, dad, princesses, and pretty boy.” The women scoffed and shared a quick smile with the agent as they walked into their respective room, locking the door behind them.

“I call the left side of the bed,” Emily said almost immediately, her eyes twinkling with joy. In response, JJ pouted, “you always get the left side.” Emily let out a laugh, “because it’s my side,” and began undressing so she could change into her pajamas. JJ grumbled a reply that couldn’t be heard by the older agent, but she still put her go-bag on the right side. She unzipped it and began shuffling through its contents, looking for a big t-shirt and shorts.

Emily plopped down on the corner of the bed once she was done and watched the blonde carefully. After the blonde shifted through all of the content in the bag, and didn’t find what she was looking for, she turned and looked at Emily, who had her mouth quirked up into a smile. JJ didn’t understand why until she took a closer look and realized that the other woman was wearing the clothes she just spent ten minutes looking for. Before JJ could protest, Emily explained, “you took my coffee earlier, so I’m taking your clothes.” Not to mention, they smell like her. Unable to say no to Emily, JJ simply questioned, “well then, what am I supposed to wear to bed?” Emily reached behind her and pulled out her own pajamas, handing them to the blonde. JJ snatched the clothes from her outstretched arm and began undressing while muttering about how Emily should wear her own clothes. Unable to help herself, the older agent gawked at JJ’s body when she was undressing. Feeling eyes on her, JJ looked up and locked eyes with Emily which caused her face to redden. Emily instantly looked away, ashamed that she was caught gawking. What is wrong with me? I’ve seen her change a million times before. What’s so different about this time?

Once she was done changing, JJ set her go-bag on the floor next to the bed and jumped under the covers, wrapping herself up like a burrito. She patted the empty spot next to her, her head peeking out from under the covers to look at Emily. The brunette couldn’t stifle her laughter at the sight in front of her, so she simply turned off the lights and crawled under the covers next to the blonde, mimicking her burrito position. The smiles that were on their faces reached their ears.

Suddenly, the smile that lit up JJ’s face disappeared and she instantly turned sombre. “Em, do you think I’m the her that the unsub’s talking about? I don’t want to be. God I really hope I’m not, but I can’t come up with another idea of who she might be,” JJ whispered. Emily didn’t respond, instead, she wrapped her arms around the smaller woman and pulled her close, running her hand through the long blonde hair while tracing imaginary circles on her back. This caused JJ to rest her head in the crook of Emily’s neck, breathing in her comforting scent. The two stayed in this position for what seemed like an eternity. When Emily felt JJ’s breath even out, she kissed the top of her head and whispered, “I love you.” Hidden from the brunette, the blonde smiled to herself. I love you too.

The next morning, JJ woke up entangled in Emily’s arms. She shifted so she could gaze upon the sleeping woman next to her, taking in every feature, lingering on her lips. Suddenly, they moved, “didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s not nice to stare at people Jayje?” She gave the blonde a lopsided grin as she peeked one eye open. JJ scoffed, grabbed a pillow, and smacked the older woman in the face, unable to hold in her laughter as Emily feigned hurt. “We both know I’d absolutely destroy you in a pillow fight Jen. You don’t want to start with me,” she joked. Putting the pillows back on the bed, the brunette stretched, hoping to shake off her grogginess. Sighing, she got out of the bed, pulling the younger woman up with her, “even though I don’t want to, we have to get ready and get down to the precinct.” Looking up into Emily’s eyes, JJ asked, “coffee?” The brunette simply nodded with a smile ghosting her lips and went to grab her go-bag so she could get ready for work.

After their quick coffee stop, the women walked into the precinct with a coffee for everyone, the both of them sitting next to each other once again. As they took their places around the table, Morgan called Garica. Before the first ring even ended, the line was answered and Penelope’s voice rang out, “challenge me, you beautiful behavioral analyst.” Letting out a laugh, Morgan requested, “hey baby girl, I need you to find all Caucasian males who are in their early to mid thirties.” “I need more to cut down the list crime fighters. This list is a whopper,” Penelope responded. It was Reid’s voice who cut through next, “he would have a normal job that gave him a lot of free time to be able to abduct, torture, and kill the women. He would have to own a large property because he needs a lot of space and his victims need to be isolated.” Emily jumped in, “he would be single since he doesn’t have time for a significant other because he’s spending most of his time with his victims.” “Ok my beauties, I’ll hit you back when I have more. Garcia out,” Penelope replied as she ended the call. Hotch stood up out of his seat and began assigning his team tasks, ‘’Prentiss, I want you and JJ to try and control the media. They’re having a field day with the fifth victim. Morgan and Rossi, you two try and shorten the list that Garcia has. Reid, work on the geographical profile. I’ll head over to the fifth victim’s crime scene and look over everything we have to see if we missed anything.” As the team walked out to complete their assignments, Hotch pulled Emily back, “Keep her safe Prentiss. I didn’t want her on her own, especially since that last victim.” She nodded in a silent promise that she wouldn’t let anything happen to the blonde.

In the SUV, Emily tried her best to watch over JJ while keeping her eyes on the road. JJ’s knee was bouncing up and down and her breathing seemed forced. Noticing the distress behind the movements, Emily pulled off to the side, putting the car in park. She reached over the center console and gripped both of JJ’s hands, running her thumbs along the soft knuckles. Emily looked into JJ’s eyes, seeing the fear that was shining through. “Come on Jayje, you know you can talk to me. Please let me in,” pleaded Emily. Dropping her eyes from Emily’s, because they were staring at her intensely. “I know I can Em, it’s just hard. Yes I’m scared for my safety, I mean who wouldn’t be, but I’m terrified for your safety,” JJ confessed. Emily was speechless after hearing the blonde’s confession, so JJ decided to remove herself from Emily’s grasp and turn towards the window, letting her thoughts consume her. If I know she loves me, why can’t I just tell her that I love her? Oh God, how I want to be with her. I just can’t let her get hurt because of me. Emily turned towards the steering wheel, unsure of what to do except to keep driving. The rest of the ride to the conference was silent, both women engrossed in their own minds.

Rossi and Derek were looking over the list that Penelope managed to send. Every once in a while, a name would get crossed off because the man didn’t seem to fit the profile. It took a total of roughly three hours and two coffee pots to get through all the names. When Derek finally leaned back into his chair, done looking at the final suspect on the list, he sighed from sheer exhaustion, “Damn Rossi, Penelope was right, that was one hell of a list.” Derek dialled Penelope and after a minute, they heard “He who seeks the Queen of All Knowledge, speak and be recognized.” Chuckling to himself, Derek managed to inform Garcia about the new list, “hey baby girl, we cut down the list to 7 men, we need you to dig deeper on them and let us know what you find.” “Like you even have to ask. Back in a flash,” Garcia responded and ended the call. Rossi stood, grabbing the files on the table, “let’s go see if Hotch could use any help.” The two men cleaned up the office and closed the door behind them as they left.

Reid was looking through the geographical profile that they had in place, updating it with new information from the most recent murder. He was able to map out a circle with a radius of twenty miles. As he looked at the map, he saw a few properties that would be perfect for the unsub. I should talk to Garcia and see if she can find anything out about the houses in this area. After he was satisfied with the geographical profile, Reid left the room so he could update Hotch and Penelope.

The conference took a toll on both agents. Emily spent a majority of her time making sure JJ was ok after particularly difficult questions. As soon as they left the conference, Emily felt as if she was being watched so she glanced around, but when she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, she shook off her chills and resumed walking towards the SUV with JJ. When they got to the car, the women decided to head to the precinct to see if their team had any new leads. Although music was playing in the background, both agents were silent, each sorting through the thoughts that occupied their minds. After what seemed like an eternity, JJ was the first to speak, “Emily. There’s been something on my mind and I have to tell you before it’s too late.” Emily glanced at the blonde quizzically, completely oblivious to what the younger agent was trying to say. You already started, you can’t just leave her hanging, just tell her. You know how she feels about you. Just do it already Jareau. Taking a deep breath to steel her nerves, JJ continued, “the other night, when you-”

Suddenly, the car was rammed, causing Emily to hit her head on the steering wheel and lose consciousness. In desperation, JJ grabbed the wheel and attempted to keep the car from crashing, but there was no use. The car drove into a lamppost, causing the airbags to expand. The smell of gasoline that was in the air was easily recognizable. There was destruction everywhere. Pieces of metal and glass littered the ground. Smoke billowed through from under the hood of the damaged car. The last thing JJ saw before she lost consciousness was Emily slumped in her seat, blood pouring from the cut on her head. She reached out weakly, cupping Emily’s pale cheek before dropping her hand. She whispered, “I love you too Em,” and succumbed to the darkness.

#jemily #emily prentiss x jennifer jareau #jemily fanfic #jemily fanfiction #jennifer jareau #jj #emily prentiss #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #cm

42 notes · View notes

crystalwillow · 3 years

Text

Count My Blessings

Pairing: Noah Harris x Anna-Rose Price

Features: Mason Jennings, Hazel Harris, Elijah Harris & Ms. Harris

Mentioned: Samantha Lawrence, Mackenzie Price, Dave Price (Mc & Mack’s dad)

Word Count: 4.7K

Inspired by the finale of My Two First Loves. I wanted to write something for us who took the route of romancing Noah. Having Mason and Ava as friends. I do want to quickly disclaim that I chose to rename Ava to Samantha, to give Elijah one last chance and not turn him over to police, and to take the sweet route in the finale, not the steamy one. So this will mostly be fluff with slight steamy moments between Noah and Anna-Rose.

I am using the names of the characters in my play through, and I am referring to Noah, Elijah & Hazel’s ma as Ms. Harris.

I will at some point replay the book a further two times so I can write something similar to this for both Mason and Ava. But I do ask you to just bear in mind that Ava might be called Samantha because that’s what I’m choosing to call her.

Also, this is written in first person, which is different for me as I usually mainly write in 3rd person. But nonetheless, I hope you enjoy this fiction.

=============================================================

The night after the recital, I sat around the dining table in Noah’s home with his family. Ms. Harris had no idea what to make for dinner, so in my infinite wisdom, I had offered to pop by the store earlier in the day, and with the help of Mason, I was able to get all the ingredients I needed to make my favourite pasta dish. We’d also stopped by a clothing store to buy a couple of new outfits for me to choose from to wear for dinner. But of course, now being part of the family, I couldn’t not get anything for Hazel. So naturally, I spent hours browsing the shelf for the little rascal whilst Mason went through the women’s section, picking out potential options for me. I was starting to feel hopeless in the store we were in when I saw something that was screaming Hazel right at my face. Red is a colour that has always suited her, so when I came face to face with a beautiful red dress, with golden stars printed onto the material and a headband to match. I screamed, snatching up one in her size almost immediately. I was adoring the dress when Mason came rushing round the corner with what looked like a dozen dresses over his shoulders.

“Anna-Rose!” he panted, slightly out of breath.

“Mason? What is it? What’s wrong?” I asked, confusion clear on my face.

“You screamed.”

My face fell before breaking out into a wide grin and eventually laughter erupted from my throat.

“What? Why are you laughing? I don’t get it.”

“I just found the perfect dress for Hazel, I’m not in danger.”

He scowled at me as I grinned at him before breaking out into laughter of his own, realizing how ridiculous our current situation was. “Right... You didn’t shout the..”

“Codeword of shobaloobagoobleflop.”

“Yeah… that.”

We stood in the moment for a while longer before heading to the fitting rooms for me to try on the dresses he had picked out and carried over his shoulder. After a further 45 minutes in the store, I’d narrowed it down to three options. A stunning silver bodycon dress, but it looked more like something someone would wear to an award show. A beautiful flowing sun dress in a beautiful midnight blue mixed with a little purple colour. And my personal favourite. A simple yet effective shirt dress in my favourite colour and made from my favourite material. Navy blue denim. I already owned a dress similar to this one, but in all the excitement of getting back to Eastridge to support Samantha at her first recital, I’d forgotten to pack it. And nobody can ever own too much denim. Or too many dresses. Right?

“How’s it going Anna-Rose?” Mason asked loudly from outside the changing room.

“Uhhh… I don’t know which to choose. I don’t want it to be too much and inappropriate for the dinner table. But I also want to look rejuvenated after actually spending the time cooking which is going to make me tired.” I shouted back.

“Well.. what options do you have left?”

As I told Mason the options I had left in the changing room with me I heard him reacting.

“Okay. so you so do not want the bodycon. Hand that back.”

“Okay..” I replied as I stuck my arm out of the curtain, dress hanger in hand.

“Thank you, I’ll just pop this back. One moment please,” Mason said and I heard his footsteps retreat, I sat on the stool and looked at myself in the mirror and let out a small chuckle. Six months ago the girl looking back at me was going through so much she thought she might just not wake up one day due to exploding from stress in her sleep. But now, she’s a student at NYAI, is certain in her future, is lucky to have the friends she has and is proud of being the girlfriend to one of the most handsome people she has ever seen.

As I sat staring in the mirror waiting for Mason to return, my phone pinged on the side with a notification. It was a voice note from Noah in response to a message I’d sent whilst I was shopping for groceries with Mason.

“Anna-Rose, you’re already too sweet for me. But it sounds like a good idea for you girls to get in some premium bonding time. I guess I could spare you for... Let’s say… 2 movies.”

I smiled as I listened to his chuckle and small whispering of “I love you” at the end, I held down the button to record and send my own response to him.

“Noah Harris, you are not getting out of spending time doing face masks and painting your nails with myself and Hazel by slinking away to watch your videos about macho racing cars, or whatever it is you do. Plus I got our favourite candy! You can’t say no to that!”

I followed the voice note with a picture of me pouting in the changing room mirror. Just as I locked my phone, I heard Mason return saying my name after clearing his throat.

“I’ve just spoken to a shop assistant and she said that you should definitely go with the denim dress. It’s perfect pair with black heeled booties and your hair in a braid, pretty much how it is now.”

I smiled as Mason relayed the information to me and got dressed back into my own clothes before making sure I had everything and pulling back the curtain. These two remaining dresses in hand.

“Then I guess we’re putting back a sun dress.”

Mason smiled and before we knew it he was dropping me back off at the Harris household, helping me inside with the bags before bidding me goodbye and leaving to head home. I was unpacking the groceries when I heard small footsteps bounding towards the kitchen, followed by much bigger ones.

“Anna-Rose! Thank Goodness!” Hazel gasped as she ducked behind my legs as a grinning Elijah rounded the corner. He straightened up upon seeing my presence and swallowed harshly as he cleared his throat.

“Anna-Rose. Ah. I um-”

“Was just doing what big brothers should do. Playing with their younger siblings and making them happy. Carry on, I just need to unpack these groceries and then I’m going to start preparing for dinner. But, I do want you two to clean up and be settled before your ma and Noah get home from work, okay? They’re going to want some peace and quiet before dinner.”

Elijah and Hazel looked at each other, talking with facial expressions before turning back to me and nodding profusely with large grins. “Okay, Anna-Rose!” they said in unison before carrying on with their game.

Later on around 5:30pm, the door opened and closed as Noah returned from work, taking a deep inhale.

“Something smells delicious.” he commented.

“Anna-Rose is cooking dinner for us sweetie.” Ms. Harris replied as Hazel and Elijah bickered over a crayon’s shape on the floor.

“No! I’m telling you Elijah. It’s a mermaid!”

“Nooo. it’s definitely a shark.”

Noah looked at them and chuckled from behind me before greeting me with a kiss.

“Hey gorgeous. Miss me?”

“Of course I did.”

He smiled at me and we shared another kiss before he sighed. “As much as I’d love to stand her and cuddle you whilst you finish cooking, I’m gonna go jump in the shower. I’m covered in grease and brake fluid. It’s not the best smell.”

“Okay. Dinner won’t be long, only about another 10 minutes maximum.”

“Alright. I’ll try not to be too long.” he winked before walking in the direction of the bathroom.

I listened back to the conversation happening between Elijah and Hazel.

“But you said that basketballs can be customized to be rainbow. And that you’d get me one with my name on and everything. Even teach me how to play. And you still haven’t.”

“That was before. When my ways weren’t moral at all. I used to be a bad guy, like dad. The only difference between us is, I had a brother and a girl that’s very special to him, show me it’s not too late to be good before I was a copy of dad. So I’m not going to jail. Noah isn’t going back to jail. Ma will be around more often soon too. Things are only going to get better from now on. Okay, kiddo?”

I smiled softly as Hazel turned her head to look at me before looking back at her brother and breaking into a soft smile of her own. “So you’re a good guy now?”

“I’m at the very start. But it was the tortoise who won the race, wasn’t it?”

Hazel nodded with a smile and launched herself into Elijah’s arms. He looked over her shoulder at me and mouthed a “thank you” as tears glossed his eyes. And I knew he meant it. He was on the edge of no return when Noah, Mason, Samantha, Mack, and I found him in that warehouse that night. We could have made the total wrong decision giving him one last chance. But he wasn’t wasting it. It took for him getting severely injured for the danger of the lifestyle he was choosing to register in his mind. But I could tell he was truly sorry for all the pain he had caused. And I could tell that Ms. Harris was happy to have her eldest son back at home safe and away from being a criminal. Just as I was plating up dinner and Hazel was setting the table, Noah walked back into the kitchen, freshly showered and in some cleaner, more comfortable clothes.

“Hey, Hazel?”

“Yes, Anna-Rose?”

“I could use your help quickly. Would you mind?”

“No, I’m coming!” she chimed and took my hand, following me to her bedroom.

As we entered she immediately noticed the bag hanging on her door handle. “What’s in the bag?”

“Why don’t you go ahead and take a look?”

“Okay…” Hazel cautioned as she opened the bag, taking out what was inside, screaming happily. “AH! ANNA-ROSE! HOW DID YOU KNOW I WANTED THIS?!” She abandoned the dress and headband in her bed and rushed into my arms hugging me tightly. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!”

I chuckled as she hugged tighter before letting go. “Can you help me put it on?! I want to show Noah and Elijah how many heart’s I’m going to break when I grow up!” She enthused

“I don’t know about that.” I chuckled. “I think they might be a bit protective of you.”

She gave me her best “and you think I care?” look before we burst into a fit of giggles. I helped her into her dress before disappearing into the bathroom and changing into my own. As we were inside, I didn’t bother with heeled booties as suggested. Instead I put in some fluffy black slippers and gave Hazel a matching pair, then together, we applied some lip gloss before rejoining the rest of the family for dinner.

“Ohh Hazel! Look at you! You’re so pretty my sweet.” Ms. Harris cooed as she engulfed her in a hug, whilst Noah and Elijah gave me matching skeptical looks.

“What?”

“Do you know-”

“Are you aware-”

They stopped and looked at each other, mumbling an apology at each other.

“Oh. I get it. You boys are jealous I got Hazel something and not you. Don’t worry. Elijah you’re after your mom who is next month and then Noah, you’re after Samantha, who is after Elijah.” I teased with my best poker face but couldn’t help but break out in a smile as Elijah failed to remain his own poker face beside me at Noah’s twitching eye.

“I’m teasing! Of course you’re next month with your mom. You two deserve something nice with all the hard work you do. I’ll send you details in the post.” I winked at Noah before taking my place between him and Hazel, Ms. Harris flashing me a kind smile.

“Thank you so much for making us this meal Anna-Rose. I can’t express my gratitude enough.”

“Your smile is all I need ma’am. Nothing more.”

“Oh.” Ms. Harris replied as she choked back a sob. “Noah. Don’t you ever do anything foolish and lose this girl. Because I will personally rearrange your entire being myself.” She warned and Noah flashed a grin.

“Don’t worry ma. I don’t plan on it. She’s my everything. I wouldn’t- WE wouldn’t be where we are, had she not come into my life.” Noah reassured her, looking at me lovingly as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“You’ve got to teach me the game Noah.” Elijah stated.

“What game?” He responded, his adoring gaze never leaving mine.

“The one of scoring a girl of my own with a heart of gold.”

“There is no game.” He said, a small smile gracing his features. “You just have to be your true self, give them your everything and let them know they have you, even if for a while you don’t have them. If they need space to figure out who they are for them to then figure out what they two of you could be. Give it to them. Because if you don’t. You’ll lose them. Forever.”

I smiled back at Noah softly and gently reached up, swiping the tear from his cheek that left his eye and he voiced the alternative of what could’ve happened to us.

“Noah.” Hazel piped up.

“Yes, ballet master?”

“You haven’t told Anna-Rose how pretty she looks. That’s really rude. Ma raised you better than that. Also. This pasta is delicious, thank you Anna-Rose.”

Everyone chuckled at her bluntness as she chowed down on her food.

“She’s right. I haven’t. You look stunningly gorgeous tonight babe. Thank you for the effort you’ve put in.”

Elijah piped up too. “Yes. Thank you Anna-Rose.”

“Oh. Guys. It’s nothing, seriously. I just wanted to cook a nice meal for my family.”

Elijah, Hazel and Ms. Harris froze mid-bite and looked at me. Elijah lowered his fork back to his plate before clearing his throat to speak.

“We- you- but you two aren’t-” he stuttered.

Noah smirked. “How do you know?” He teased.

“You didn’t…” Elijah gasped

“Maybe I did.”

“But she would have…”

“Not necessarily.”

“Bro, did you seriously…”

Noah was about to respond when their mom interjected.

“Noah, stop winding your brother up.”

“Ah, maaa! You ruined the fun. Just look at his face!” Noah chuckled with a gleam in his eye.

Elijah looked between the two of us for the rest of dinner, I could see the gears turning in his head. Trying to figure out if Noah had popped the question. Even though the answer right now was an obvious no.

After dinner was done, Elijah offered to do the dishes whilst Ms. Harris announced she was off to bed, leaving myself, Hazel and Noah to take up the living room and watch movies whilst doing face masks.

As the night wound on, I flooded my Pictagram stories with small videos and various pictures documenting our night. Being careful to stick to Ms. Harris’ rules of not showing off the location of their house. By 10:30pm Hazel was sound asleep on the couch, whilst Noah and I were snuggled on the floor under blankets. We were engrossed in a movie when Elijah stuck his head in the room startling us as he spoke up.

“Hey. Ma wanted m-”

“Ah!” I yelped quietly, Noah gasping beside me.

“Sorry.” Elijah apologized, “Ma asked me to check up on you three. She’s now going to sleep but could help but worry.”

“Oh. Well. Hazel’s asleep. And we were just finishing the movie before heading to be ourselves.” I explained.

“Okay. Let me carry her to bed. Oh, and Anna-Rose?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks. Again. When are you going home to see your dad?”

“Uhh… tomorrow. Why?”

“Could I.. tag along? I owe him a massive thanks for risking his job to save my life.”

I let the question hang in the air for a moment before smiling softly, “Sure. But… you’ll also owe him a profuse apology for leaving his daughters to get arrested for a crime they didn’t have any active part in.”

“I… yeah. I do. I’ll work on it tonight. Noah?” He jerked his head at his younger brother. Noah raised a brow back at him. “Am I crashing in your room tonight?”

“No. There’s 15 minutes of this movie left. You can settle on the couch and wait for us to leave, we won’t be long.”

“Okay. Cool.”

As the movie finished, I spared a glance over at Elijah who had rejoined us after putting Hazel to bed, and was now asleep on the couch. I felt my brow furrow with concern as I watched him flinch and whimper in his sleep, a cold sweat taking over him before he sat up with a shout, scaring Noah, who was putting the DVD’s away.

“Hey. It’s alright. You’re okay. You’re safe.” I said softly, gently rubbing his back in circular motions.

“Wha- Where- …”

“You’re at home. With your family.”

He looked at me and his eyes widened in terror.

“You!” He exclaimed pointing an accusatory finger at me. “You’re lying about your full name. Noah doesn’t know it. He only knows the shortened version.”

Noah looked at Elijah suspiciously. “Hey. Are you… okay? What nightmare did you have this time.”

“She’s a criminal Noah.”

“What? Elijah. She’s not. It was just a bad dream. Anna-Rose, can you grab a bottle of water from the fridge?”

“Sure.”

“No!” He yelled as I turned to leave the room. “She’ll poison it.” He whispered to Noah, earning a confused look in return.

“Elijah. You’re being silly. Who do you think I am?”

“The largest serial killer known to man.”

“What? No. I’m Annabella Rosaline Marianne Price, 1st daughter to the late Sheila Price and her husband Dave Price. I’m a graduate of Eastridge High and am currently pursuing my passion of photography at The NYAI. I’m no murderer. I’m your brother's girlfriend. And I see you as family too. I helped make sure you survived a horrible attack. If I wanted you dead I would have left you.”

I looked on with a steel gaze towards Elijah despite Noah looking at me with his cute puppy dog face. Once Elijah came out of his trance and nodded I turned to Noah and raised a brow.

“What?” I asked softly.

“You’re full name.”

“What about it?”

“It explains why you’re so beautiful… Annabella Rosaline Marianne Price. The woman I will one day, make my wife. I- … Wow.” He whispered softly with a smile, which I gracefully returned.

“I’ll go get that water.” I said as Elijah cleared his throat reminding us of his presence.

--- The Next Day ---

As the sun beamed through the crack in Noah’s curtains, I stirred awake and turned to face the wall with a groan. It couldn’t be morning already could it? I smiled as I felt a soft tickle of breath against my neck followed by Noah’s voice.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He whispered in my ear and I could hear the smile on his face.

“Shhhhhh.” I said back, earning a small chuckle from him as he wrapped his arms around me and snuggled as close as possible.

“We have a couple hours until we need to get up. How long do you wanna stay like this for?”

“Forever. You’re so warm and snuggly. I’m gonna miss you so much when I go back to New York.”

“I’m gonna miss you too. Though. I have a question.”

I opened my eyes as I turned to face him, his bright blue skies meeting my forest greens. “Shoot.”

“When moments are special. Like this one right now. Can I call you my Annabella?” He blushed.

I smiled at his cuteness. “Only if I can call youuuu…”

“Noah Maurice Harris?”

“What?”

“My middle name. It’s Maurice. After my late grandfather on ma’s side.”

I smiled for a moment bringing my hand to his face and cupping his jaw, caressing his cheek with a gentle thumb. I watched as he closed his eyes and inhaled, peace etching itself on every inch of his face. He somehow looked even more angelic this way than when he had his eyes open.

“I don’t want to call you your full name. I just want to call you mine.” I whispered, placing a soft kiss on his forehead as his bedroom door opened. Ms. Harris poking her head inside, giving us a smile as she laid her eyes on us.

“Good morning Anna-Rose. Morning Noah.”

“Morning Ms. Harris”

“Hi ma.”

“Oh. Anna-Rose. Thank you.”

“What for?”

“I haven’t seen or heard my little baby so relaxed for years. You two truly are meant to be. Thank you for being a safe person for him.” She whispered, gently stroking Noah’s hair and we watched as a small smile crept onto his face.

“Ma. You’re gonna seal the deal and put me back to sleep in a minute.” Noah smiled lazily and I chuckled softly as Ms. Harris smiled.

“It’s… nothing Ms. Harris. I… I love him. He’s amazing. His past doesn’t define who he is at heart. A soft, sappy, kind, warm, loving, hopeless romantic. And… and someone who I can see my future with. I would trade what we’re starting to build for ourselves for anything in the world. You’re an amazing mother Ms. Harris. And it’s reflected in both Noah and Hazel. I’m hoping one day we’ll see it in Elijah too. I know it’s there. He just has to stop being afraid to let it shine through. Please never doubt yourself because every one of your kids has the purest of hearts, just like you.”

I reached out and took Ms. Harris’ hand in my own as she sniffled and a tear fell from her cheek onto the pillow beside Noah’s head.

“I couldn’t ask for a better daughter-in-law than you Anna-Rose. You’ve done so much, not only for this one here but, for Hazel and you helped bring my other boy home. Things feel more complete now, and we have you to thank.”

I smiled at her as we squeezed each other's hands in an understanding gratefulness. I was thanking her for bringing Noah into this world and she was thanking me for loving him despite the rumors and harsh things being said about him, for reaching deeply and seeing Noah within. Who he truly was. Our moment was interrupted as Elijah poked his head in.

“Is he not up yet? We’re supposed to be leaving for our morning run in 5 minutes.”

“Oh shut it Elijah. I’m in a moment of bliss. Go for the run on your own.” Noah slurred. Ms. Harris and I chuckled quietly as Elijah let out an exaggerated sigh with an eye roll before leaving.

“Well, I popped in to remind you not to be late for work today Noah. And tell you your lunch is in the fridge. I need to be off to work myself. I’ll see you later.” She smiled and pressed a kiss to Noah’s temple and one to my forehead before collecting her bag from the floor and leaving, quietly shutting the door.

After she had gone, Noah slowly opened his eyes and smiled at me.

“What?”

“Nothing. I just… thank you. For treating her so well. She means a lot to me and well… she’s the only parent I’ve got. If it wasn’t for her..”

“Hey! It’s okay. I… it’s been a while since I had a mother figure in my life. And well… your mom’s not exactly mean is she? She deserves the nice words, gifts, and love. To be cherished and shown how amazing she is. Plus. Being rude isn’t in my nature.” I whispered softly

He smiled back at me and I stroked his hair, sighing contently before pushing himself up. “I should join Elijah for our morning run. Then we can cuddle up again when I get back okay?”

“Yeah, sure.” I smiled, sharing a kiss with him before snuggling under his blankets and hugging his pillow.

“NOAH I'M LEAVING!” Elijah shouted.

“ONE MINUTE, I'M TYING MY SHOES!” Noah shouted back and gave me a wink as he pulled his shirt over his head, grabbing his shoes from the rack by the door and walking out.

There wasn’t much to do whilst he was gone, but put the dishes away from last night's meal and have a shower myself. I was reading a book, coffee mug in hand when Hazel came into the room, plopping herself down next to me.

“Good morning, Anna-Rose.”

“Good morning, Hazel. Can I get you breakfast?”

“Can you make pancakes?”

“I make the best pancakes. Shall we see if we have all the ingredients?”

Hazel nodded and together we made pancakes before getting up and dressed. When the boys returned we were sitting watching TV. The rest of the day passed by how you would expect. We played board games and drew pictures, when Ms. Harris arrived home from work, Elijah, Noah, and myself set off for my dad’s house. When we arrived he received us with a warm welcome. Firstly Elijah apologized profusely to dad for the mess he got myself and Mack in. Then he apologized to Mack for even putting her in that position in the first place. By the end of the evening everything was smoothed over and starting to heal. The next morning Mason knocked on the door, he was taking me back to New York today. There were some things I needed to get before college started back up and it was gonna take a while.

Elijah decided to make his own way back home but Noah was coming with us too. I’d promised him I’d show him the sights. As we travelled along the highway, I couldn’t help but feel sadness. Being miles away from your friends and boyfriend sucks. You just want to stay close forever and make a tone of memories together. But everyone has to lead a life of their own eventually. Mason was Noah’s ride back to Eastridge so he parked in the parking spot outside my dorm and the two helped me inside with my bags. After they were secured safely, I locked my dorm and we headed out to see the sights and go shopping.

Eventually the part I had been dreading came and I teared up as I stood on my dorm doorstep with Noah, clutching his hands tightly in my own.

“I wish you could stay.”

“I wish I could stay too. But we’re blessed with phones. We can hear each other daily.”

“It’s not the same as being able to hold you though.”

“I know. But we’ll see each other again over our next break.”

“Promise?”

“Wholeheartedly so, my sweet Annabella.” Noah whispered and I closed my eyes as he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead before pulling me into a tightened embrace. “Did you hug Mason goodbye?” He mumbled into my hair and I shook my head.

Noah turned to the car and motioned for Mason to join us. He walked over and cleared his throat.

“What’s wrong?”

“You haven’t hugged your friend goodbye. That’s pretty rude Mason.”

Mason sighed and looked at me, opening his arms and I dove into them, squeezing him tightly too. “I'm going to miss you. Have fun in the Navy.”

“I will.”

I stepped back inside and waved goodbye, watching as Mason's car drove off into the distance. When I could no longer see it, I closed the door and climbed into bed. I had just settled when my phone pinged. Opening the message from Noah I chuckled. It was a goofy selfie of him and Mason pouting as they sat in traffic, captioned “We miss you already 😢”

Sighing I sent a pouting selfie of my own back captioned “missing you guys too! 🥺😢💔”

Usually I found it hard to fall asleep being away from everyone, in a big city all on my own. But there was something different, I realized as I was drifting off to sleep that all I had to do was count my blessings.

#choices stories you play #playchoices #pixelberry studios #pixelberry mtfl #choices mtfl #pb mtfl #mtfl noah #mtfl ava #mtfl mackenzie #mtfl mason #mtfl mc #mtfl dad #noah harris #noah harris fanfiction #choices fanfiction #mtfl fanfiction

7 notes · View notes

strawberries-and-creame · 3 years

Note

What about if Dave's s/o found out how Bro treat's him and one day kicks his ass and moves Dave into their place?

It isn’t exactly as requested but I hope you enjoy anyways ^_^

You had began to notice the different sizes of bruises on his limbs. When he would stretch and his shirt would rise, you could see reddened and purplish bruises to ones that were faded into yellow, showing previous ones.

You’d see how tired he appeared when you visited. The bags that were dark and heavy despite his dark, slight opaque shades did little to hide it from others that were close to him.

It wasn’t until Dave had seemed more stressed out that usual that you’d decided to ask him.

“Dave, what’s bothering you?”

He posture stiffened. “What do you mean?”

You swished around the remaining apple juice in your bottle. “You seemed stressed lately?” You said in almost suggestion. Trying to pry but not out right say it. “You also look tired, more so than usual.”

Dave squirmed slightly in his seat next to you. “Nah babe, I’m cool. Just haven’t been sleeping well, that’s all.” He dismissed you with a wave of his hand and very forced smile. “How about we play some video games?”

You frowned. “Dave…”

____________

It what been a few days since that evening, and now your worry had rose to unhealthy amounts.

Dave had avoided you since that night, and barely replied to texts that you sent.

You looked down to your phone and with an firm grunt you texted him quickly.

‘Dave I’m coming over. Now.’

Your pace to the high rise apartment was quick. Your thoughts heavy as you keyed in the code to the buildings entrance.

He’s never like this. He’s usually the one to text first and constantly at that. Your chats could go into the early hours of the morning sometimes.

The elevator seemed to be moving in half time while your sneakered foot tapped impatiently.

Why was he avoiding you? Did you do something wrong? Maybe you should have left well enough alone.

You pressed the button to his floor.

“Please be okay…” you whispered to yourself, the doors opening and you almost sprinted out them before they could open all the way.

You came to Dave’s apartment door and saw that it was unlocked. You decided to knock nonetheless before entering.

“Hello? Dave…? Mr.Strider? It’s Y/N.”

There was not a single person besides you in the entire apartment. Well you plus the countless puppets of Dave’s brother but you tried not to make eye contact.

You could hear something coming from the floor above you. Rats? It would have to be big freaking ones. Metal? Rats with knives? No that couldn’t be what it was.

You decided to investigate since Dave was no where to be found inside his home. You walked through his room, trying your best to not trip over the various cables on the ground that was hooked up to sound equipment and turntable.

You came to his open window and heard the sound of metal clashing and quickened footsteps coming from above more clearly.

“It’s a stretch but maybe they’re on the roof?” You said to yourself, already sticking a leg out the window to the staircase platform inches from the window sill.

As you made your ascent you stomach felt uneasy. Maybe as if you wouldn’t like what you found when you made it to the final step.

A familiar voice piqued your attention.

“Can’t abscond, bro.”

Dave’s older brother? Can’t abscond from what exactly?

You lifted yourself up to the final step and had to fight the gasp from escaping your lips at the scene you found.

Dave was panting heavily, in one hand one of the swords he kept in his room, the other was grabbing onto his side. His face was twisted in a combination of pain, fear, and anger.

He looked like he was about to fall right where he stood, his knees struggling to hold his weight above them. Which said just how bad he was seeing as how he didn’t weigh much at all.

Dave gave a loud grunt, forcing himself to a battle stance before running at his Bro with a strained battle cry. He pivoted the sword to face his older sibling head on, but was grabbed by his shirt and flung the way he had came.

His body skidded across the cement floor and came to a stop against one of the many air conditioner units for the building.

Bro walked to him slowly, his own sword still drawn at his side. His presence menacing to both Dave and yourself.

Dave seemed to shrink in on himself, arms already out in front of him. He brought them where they covered his head and his torso. “Bro… please. Can’t we stop for today?”

Before you could tell your body differently, it was already moving. Your legs spurred your body forward, sprinting towards the brothers.

Your lungs filled with air as you shouted almost helplessly. “Stop!! Mr. Strider, please!”

The two looked towards you almost instantly. One being stoic behind his shades, the other alarmed.

“Y/N what are you doing her-“ Your boyfriend began, his tone making your chest tighten with just how scared it sounded.

Before he could finish you brought yourself between the two, placing your arms around him from behind you, your front facing his brother. Your chest was heaving from sprinting and the anxiety that welded up inside you from the intense stare Bro was giving you.

“Mr. Strider, I’m I mean-“ you tried but cursed your tongues insolence. “Please, I don’t know what’s going on but can’t you stop for… today? Dave seems really hurt right now, and it’s getting late.”

You felt Dave’s body tense from his place behind you. You moved your hand to where it held one of his and gave a firm squeeze.

“Please Mr. Strider?” You pleaded, looking into the dark chasm of his sunglasses. If you had to beg, so be it. If it meant that Dave wasn’t getting the shit beat out of him, you would grovel.

Bro paused for a moment before sheathing his blade back into its holder. “It is late.” He replied in a low tone, placing Lil Cal on his shoulders. “We’ll go ahead and call it a day, Dave. Try to be with it next time.” He said, his eyes making their sight on the male behind you.

He then turned toward you. “Y/N, feel free and make yourself at home. I take it you’re here to see him?”

How could he act like he didn’t just beat the ever loving fuck out of his little brother?

You nodded stiffly, trying to not show the shakiness through your body. “Yes.”

He gave a small nod and without another word he jumped off the side of the building, but you could hear him on the staircase below.

A few moments passed in silence before you felt your knees give out and you landed on them with a soft sound. Your heart was still racing and you could hear it in your ears with every quicken breath you took.

Your turned on your knees and face Dave who would not make eye contact with you.

His normal stoic expression was plastered back on his beaten up face. His cheek a gnarly colored purple with his lip busted and blood pooling from the wound.

You didn’t even want to think about the injuries that you couldn’t see.

Words escaped you. What could you possible say to make everything that just happened seem like it didn’t? He got beaten to a pulp, by his own guardian. The person that was supposed to protect him.

You could see Dave’s eyes moving to steal a glance at you through the sun hitting his glasses. The red pools of his orbs made tour e/c ones start to water.

They screamed helpless behind the still expression he wore almost all the time. You knew that this instilled stoicism wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t often that he showed emotions, he had gone so long without them from such a young age, it was hard for him to break down those learned behaviors.

You’d do it for him, you’d let down your walls first.

Your eyes began to flood with tears, making their color shimmer against the sun that was now setting beside you.

“Y/N?” He questioned softly, a frown forming on his face. He raised a hand to try and place on yours. “H-Hey it’s okay, this stuff is normal at my house. Bro beat my ass, that’s all there is to it. I keep telling him I don’t want to be a hero, but he just doesn’t listen sometimes. I just wasn’t with it today.”

You instead flung your arms around him, wrapping him up in a tight embrace. You let out a sob. “This isn’t normal! None… none of this is normal.”

You squeezed him to your harder. You hoped and prayed that he could feel just how much you loved and cared for him with just how snug your arms were keeping him pressed against you.

“Getting the shit beat out of you isn’t normal! Having bruises all over your body isn’t normal! No one should have to worry about getting a beat down by their own family.”

You felt his body stiffen against you again, his hands pulling at your shirt from behind in fistfuls.

You pushed his head to your shoulder, locking your fingers in his soft locks. Your chest wavered as sobs erupted from your core for him. Tears streaked down your cheeks and you cried.

Dave’s shoulders sagged and he dropped his head on your shoulder and let you cry. Silently he too wove his fingers through your hair and comfortably stroked through them.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t here. I’m sorry that you’re not safe. I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect you.” You chanted in between sobs into his shoulder.

You felt Dave let out a strained laugh, the bone crushing hug causing him some discomfort. “I’ll be okay. I promise, Y/N.”

Eventually you and him descended back into his room, and you helped bandage him up from his bed. A little uneven with some of the bandages, but it made you feel better that he was patched up.

He would be okay, because you decided from then on, that you would protect him. You would be his knight in shining armor if that’s what it took for him to be safe.

#dave x reader #homestuck imagines #homestuck x reader #Dave

50 notes · View notes

hadtochangemyurlquick · 3 years

Note

I'm Team "Dave Goodkind can fuck right off forever and always but Jobeth is welcome if and when she steps up." However, I will graciously listen to your Dave Goodkind Redemption Arc AU if you'd like to share.

i hate him so much but i’m team shelby and shelby really loves her dad. like every other word out of her mouth is how much she loves that guy. so here is a little one shot i cooked up <3 i have some other stuff in the universe but this is the formative piece

“Your parents are finally here,” the officer said and everyone seemed to collectively stiffen at this.

No one knew what they would look like to their parents now, not anymore.

“Leah!” A blonde woman came through first, grabbing Leah and pulling her into her arms.

An indian man and woman came in next, silent as she stepped through the door and looking around nervously.

“Mom?” Fatin stood up, “Dad?”

They rushed her and even she couldn’t stand stock still through it, holding them back just as tight.

Martha’s parents came through next, Rachel and Nora’s parents, they all flooded in, and then—

“Hey daddy,” Shelby whispered.

Her dad stared at her like he was looking at a ghost.

“Shelb,” he crept in, swallowed, “I um—I like your hair.”

She blinked. Of all the things she thought he was about to say, it wasn’t that.

“It was matted and tangled and stuff so they just—yeah. You like it?”

He nodded, “I was just telling your mom before you left that your hair was getting too long. This wasn’t—” his voice choked up, “Oh god Shelby I didn’t mean for this.”

“Daddy?”

He pulled her into a hug and for a second she was ten again, he was doting on her again, he was big and strong and taking care of her again, wiping away her tears when she lost a pageant, inviting Becca to stay for dinner, telling them all to take seconds because there was too much food.

He pulled away, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for this. I didn’t—the doctors said you got a sprained ankle, how’s that feeling?”

“It’s fine, it’s not bad,” she was getting whiplash and felt tears coming on that she tried to wipe away. “Where’s Mom?”

“She had to catch a later flight with your siblings, they’re all dying to see you.” Shelby nodded and he squeezed her shoulder, “Your old man not enough for you?”

“No, Daddy, I just meant—”

“I’m kidding,” He smiled again.

Had she somehow landed in a parallel universe where her father was not the cruel, manipulative, evil figure that loomed over her entire childhood?

“Hey Shelby,” Shelby swallowed hard as Toni walked up, chin in the air, frown already painting her face.

She had told Toni nothing would change how she felt and she wasn’t lying, but if she had to give up this version of her dad for her that might be—that might be more than she could take seven seconds after reuniting with him.

“You must be Toni Shalifoe, the basketball player,” he said, taking her hand and shaking it. She stared at him. “Mrs. Blackburn told me so much about you.”

Toni’s eyebrows rose, looking back at Martha’s mom, then back at him, “Uh, all good things?”

“She said you had a fiery spirit,” he said, conspiratorial-like. Like they were all friends and it was all fine.

“Yeah Shelby talked a lot about you too,” Toni said.

His smile dropped, “That, I can imagine was a more difficult conversation.”

“Toni,” Shelby looked at her, “Why don’t you go check and make sure Fatin doesn’t go insane?”

“I think Dot’s got it handled actually,” Toni didn’t look away from her dad.

Honestly, Dot probably did.

“Well I’m sure Mrs. Blackburn really wants to see you.”

“I wanted to give her some space with her kid.”

“Toni,” Toni finally looked at her and Shelby rose her eyebrows, “I appreciate it, but it’s fine.” She turned back to her dad. “We should probably talk in private.”

She hobbled with one crutch to a private room, and faced him as he closed the door gently behind him.

“Dad I’m gay,” She said, sticking her own chin up. “And there’s nothing you can do to change that. So if you wanna kick me out—”

“Honey,” he stepped closed, “After these last few months you’re never leaving my sight again.”

Her heart rate kicked up but he screwed his eyes shut and rubbed his head.

“No,” he shook his head, “I don’t mean like that, I mean like—” He met her eyes, “Shelby these were the hardest three months of my life. I have half a mind to not let you go off to college, your siblings too. I don’t care if you’re gay or straight—or well I do care. I’m not gonna lie. But if that’s the life you want, as long as you’re alive, and you don’t leave the family, I love you and I want to be a part of your life.”

She gaped at him and tears finally started falling down his cheeks.

She didn’t think she had ever seen him cry.

“Shelby, I’m so sorry. All the horrible things I said and forced you to do, I never ever wanted this for you, I just wanted you to be saved, but if that’s off the table I just want you to be safe, while you’re here on earth. That should be my priority. I love you so much. I’m so so sorry. This never woulda happened to you if it weren’t for me. Please,” he swallowed hard, taking her hand, she stared at it, “Say you won’t move out. That you’ll stay with us. I promise it won’t be like before, we won’t make you do anything you don’t wanna do, not even go to church.”

“I like church,” she said, finding her voice again.

He nodded, “Then you can go to church. You can bring Toni to church. Whatever it takes. Shelby I’m so sorry.”

It was so much of what she wanted to hear from him for so long. She didn’t know what to say.

The door opened, Dottie poking her head in, “Oh hey Mr. G, what are you guys doing in there? The party’s out here. They have Takis.”

“They have Takis?” Shelby asked, quickly rushing past her dad. “Why didn’t Toni say anything?”

“She’s still mad about the shelter,” Dottie said and Shelby smiled.

“What are Takis?” Her dad asked and she glanced over at him.

“I am about to change your life.”

#so obviously in this you can tell he has a lot of work to do #he still fundamentally believes that shelby being gay is wrong a choice #has just decided he loves her too much to lose her bc of that #over time i see him getting used to this life style choice of hers #them butting heads the most when he attempts to still do conversion camps #he'll struggle with going to her wedding or not #before they compromise on him not walking her down the aisle #they don't talk for years after shelby has a kid #bc it's like #you can make your own choices but putting that on a kid is wrong #but he realizes he's missing out on his grandkid and makes amends #he will be a grandpa and a very old man before you could say he fully comes around #and it's not really easy on anyone involved #but between the ups and the downs there are really good moments #moments where toni and dave get along like family #moments where shelby feels safe with her family again #daves never gonna go to pride or put a rainbow in his window #but he is gonna love his daughter more than he hates her #i also built this whole backstory for him #where he wasn't initially obsessed with health and shit but his father died a few years before the show suddenly #and that kicked up dave's anxiety and he wanted to keep everyone he loved in perfect health #and became super controlling and freaked out #bc he was so anxious about the people he loved dying #and that was where a lot of his anxiety about shelby being gay came from too #so that was the tragic backstory i cooked up for him #he's not exactly perfectly redeemed if that makes sense #but he does some good and helps some people and loves his family #and thats all we can super ask for #the wilds #gus writes

5 notes · View notes

lyrazehedgieboiii · 4 years

Note

“Spend the night with me.” This prompt pleaseee😭😭😭😭😭😭💕💕💕💕

Yes, ma’am! You responding to my stories makes me really happy, and this is GENUINE happiness, I’m serious!

HEH, YA’LL THOUGHT I’D HAVE ABANDONED MY ACCOUNT, HUH?! WELL, I LIVED!!!!

If anyone else wants to request a prompt, please let me know, the prompts are on my account.

Amy was sitting on her new couch, after “Eggman had launched a missile into her house,” and she was watching a romance movie. Sonic was spying on her, specifically with the window that Sticks used for spying. He noticed that she started sniffling at how romantic she found it, but Sonic thought she seemed heartbroken at something. Wanting to see his beautiful comrade-in-arms happy, he leapt to the door, and knocked on it. He heard Amy gasp at the sudden noise, and after a few seconds, she opened the door.

“Hey Ames! I..uh...uhm, I was wondering, w-would you...” Amy had a confused expression etched on her pretty face.

“Yes?” She asked, gesturing for him to continue. He sighed.

“Wanna hang out?” Amy’s eyes lit up in excitement.

“I-I’d love to! Uh, when?” She asked. To be honest, he never thought that he’d get this far into asking her.

“Well, if you want to, what about now?” She widened her eyes.

“OH! Of course! Why don’t you come in, I need to change.” Sonic nodded, and went in her hut.

“Just wait here. Don’t look into my drawers this time, or you will get my hammer shoved up your non-existent ass. Got it?” Sonic nodded, spooked in the sudden mood shift. “Good! I’ll be back in like a few minutes.” She walked into her room, most likely into her closet. Sonic relaxed, but then tensed up again.

‘Shit! What will I do?! I don’t even know where I’m gonna fucking take her!’

“Sonic, I’m ready!” Amy said. She was wearing a dark red, off-the-shoulder dress, with rose patterns (Link {x}) and she her cleavage was showing. Thanks for making a guy excited, Amy. Sonic was gawking at her.

“Wow Ames. You only took like two minutes, and you’re already looking so good.” Sonic whistled at her. She blushed. He could be so romantic sometimes, but what if she messes up? What if she makes a fool of herself?

‘Stop it, Amy. What would Rouge say in times like these?’ Maybe try flirting with him? No. Hard pass. If she even tried to be romantic to him, he would just run away. Like usual.

“Why thank you, Sonic. Even though you haven’t really changed your style, you still look good.” NO, AMY, WHAT DID YOU DO. She looked down, as if making sure her shoes weren’t dirty, but she could’ve sworn that there he was smirking.

“Of course I do! I’m Sonic the Hedgehog! I look good all the time! Even if my fashion choice is just a...scarf-thing. Point is, I still look handsome!” AMY, YOU JUST INCREASED HIS EGO. Amy sweatdropped at his obnoxious behavior, before saying something that could just end this person’s will to live.

“I wonder what what your quills look like in the morning? What if you have bedhead?” Amy asked. NO AMY THAT WAS NOT THE ROAST. Sonic widened his eyes. He smirked again.

“Well, I usually just get up immediately and run to my heart’s content. And to make sure that our darling princess is safe in her castle.” He gestured to Amy, while she was blushing.

“Wouldn’t I be a queen? I’m able to wield a swor- I MEAN HAMMER. Yeah, hammer.” Sonic’s smug face just widened even more as he leaned into her face.

“But if you were to be a queen, you would need a king. After all, what’s a queen without her king?” Amy smiled.

“Well, historically, better.” She patted Sonic’s cheek and walked along. Sonic wasn’t happy that she got the last word. He picked her up and zipped off to his first destination.

“Meh Burger! I know, not really a good option, but it’s the only restaurant in the village.” He shot out a smile that was basically telling Amy, ‘I’m trying’. The darling pink hedgehog could tell, however. She did appreciate it a lot.

“Thanks Sonic.” Amy said. Sonic shook his head at her cuteness.

“No problem, Ames. What would you like to eat?” He asked with a special smile that he did only for her.

“A burger and strawberry soda would be nice.” Sonic nodded and ran over to the counter.

“Okay, now listen here Dave. I have a girl over there and I want this to go perfectly. You better give me the correct food, or your mom’s house erupts in flames, do you understand?” He asked through gritting teeth. Dave nodded. Within a few minutes their orders were ready.

“A chilidog and orange soda and burger and strawberry soda for a Sanic the Hedgehag?” Said hedgehog facepalmed while his date giggled. He walked up to the counter and glared.

“You didn’t mess up my order, but you messed up my name. For that, your fire extinguisher has gone missing.” He shook his hands as if he were a magician, signaling that Meh Burger’s only fire extinguisher has gone missing. He brought the food back to Amy, and noticed how her long quills suddenly seemed a bit curly.

“Thank you so much Sonikku!” WOAH, he hasn’t heard that nickname since she was 12.

“My pleasure, Ames.” After they ate, they ran to the movie theater.

“SO, what movie do ya wanna watch?” Sonic asked. Amy looked at the choices.

“There’s that new action movie. Oh, there’s also that comedy one! And a romantic comedy...Wow, so many comedies.” While Amy was concentrating, Sonic watched her. She was so cute, sexy, and hot when she was focusing.

“SONIC!” The blue hedgie snapped out of his thoughts when his pink partner yelled out his name. “I think I want to go with ‘Hearted.’” Hearted was the action movie. Sonic was confused, because he expected her to choose the romance ones. As if she knew what he was thinking, she answered. “The movie has a little romance in it.”

(The movie is real, but it’s in hindi. It’s about a guy and a girl who fall in love, but find out that their older siblings like each other too, but can’t be together because their fathers were in rival gangs, and they both killed each other’s dads. Since then, they wouldn’t talk to each other. The younger couple tried to get the forbidden lovers together, and in the end, everyone gets a happy ending. It has romance, action, and a lot of comedy. My dad and I love this movie so much.)

(Let’s pretend it’s english in this story)

While Amy was so wrapped in to the movie, Sonic took the time to admire her physical beauty. Her cute little ears, her jade eyes that were the same color as Sonic’s, yet so different to his. His eyes started wandering below, to her curves, which were visible through the dress, because it was tightened against her waist. He noticed her tail swaying a bit. His eyes shot back up to her chest. His mind started to get polluted with scenarios of all the things he could do to that body~.

Amy turned and faced Sonic while a song played (I love the song tho) Sonic blinked. Amy bit her lip, trying to hold something back. Sonic became entranced in her light turquoise eyes. He slowly leaned in, knowing that Amy was doing the same. Their lips gently touched, before Sonic tilted his head and brought her in. Amy did the same, but she added more into the kiss. Sonic noticed and copied her, and put her arms around his neck, and he put his around her waist. They continued, occasionally breaking away to catch their breath. They both turned their heads, their hands never leaving each other, and noticed that the movie had ended. Their insides were burning, wanting more.

They walked back to Amy’s house slowly, hand in hand. Once they got up to her porch, Amy wasted no time in reuniting her lips with his. After a few minutes they broke apart. Something in those two clicked, and because of that, Amy asked the one question that would determine Sonic’s love.

“Spend the night with me?” Sonic gave a gentle smile, and was led into the hut. The night’s beauty was reflected within the two as they made true love.

YES, MORE ONESHOTS ARE COMING :))))) At least now Amy knows if Sonic has bedhead lol

#sonamy #sonamy boom #sonamy fanfiction #lyra ze hedgie boiii #sonamy love #hope you like it #im not dead

41 notes · View notes

luminescentlyricist · 3 years

Text

♍ Intergalactica ☀️

Rose was so glad she had met Kanaya. The girl had found her happiness, and the isolation that had plagued her had faded into the dark. She was a Seer of Light, after all. Rose had not seen the light that the girl would so readily provide her with, though. It was a mystery she couldn't hope to solve. Why Kanaya had chosen her, of all the beings on their two planets, was another. There were so many beautiful beings on Alternia alone.

While some of the people the two were around fostered an inherent dislike of their relationship, they turned a blind eye to such negativity. Nothing good would come from listening to or doing anything to acknowledge such slander, and both were smart enough to realise this. Being inter-species and homosexual, it was rather difficult. The two women were unashamed, luckily enough, and openly displayed their affections.

Rose had realised that their relationship could be taken for discrimination in a multitude of ways, and she didn't know how she could effectively brush off or discredit any of it, no matter how hard she thought. It really was a bad thing, that they were practically defenceless in the scheme of the world. Kanaya knew this as well, so the two made their best efforts to keep in contact as much as they could.

All that mattered to Kanaya and Rose was that they still had each other.

Things were made so much easier for the group when they ascended, but the road that they had been forced to travel had wrought unfathomable pain. The trolls and kids from the Alpha and Beta alike had lost so much because of the game that seemed so innocent. They had lost parents, friends, comrades and siblings along the way, and some had lost even more: Rose would never forget Dave's face when she dictated his fate.

"Isn't the sky beautiful, Kanaya? The stars are beginning to come out. We might be able to see the Virgo constellation if we look close enough."

The girl spoke, but her thoughts were in another place. She worried for Karkat, she worried for John and far too many others to have room for her own internal conflict resolutions. Instead, as a coping mechanism, she had forgotten. A frown etched itself onto her lips, one that Kanaya did not see, as she thought of the Alpha Kids. In particular, her thoughts lingered on Roxy. Painful memories began to rise, but she pushed them away.

Her mother had never been there for her, and the other Lalonde was just too much to handle at some points in time. Sure, she adored Roxy, but she was hard to handle. She understood that they were genetically connected in some twisted way, whether it was because of the vast changes the Scratch had made to their sessions or not. Rose wanted to get closer to all of the Alpha kids, to learn their stories.

To do that, she needed to find other things to keep her links with them alive, and to face the hardships that would come with facing her past. She needed to come to terms with the dizzying similarities between the two. She was sure that the Scratch or some other game mechanic had something to do with the appearance of the kids, and knew well enough that it would take even more research - even years of it - to understand.

The game was so screwed up and twisted beyond even Rose's comprehension. Rose, who knew more than any one about occult instances and magic, was left speechless and confused. She would need, most likely, to consult Aradia or Sollux on the game's inner workings to gain a better understanding of its true nature, even though it would take time. Kanaya's voice soon roused her from her thoughts, and she was grateful for it.

"You Are Right That The Stars Are Beautiful. It Is A Shame That They Only Show Themselves More Visibly When The Night Falls Because We Can Not Observe Them With As Much Ease. I Suppose We Have More Time To Study Them Now Thanks To The Unfortunate Fate Of The Dream Moons. However Our Witch Of Life Feferi Can Not Maintain The Dream Bubbles Forever. We Should Enjoy Them While We Can."

Rose looked towards Kanaya, rolling in the grass to face her regardless of the dirt. It would all come off extremely easily, thanks to the magically enhanced fabrics that the God Tier outfits were made of. That, or it wouldn't stain at all. Although the group had adapted well to Earth C, some things were harder to come by than they had been. One of those, inconveniently, was laundry powder and detergent.

In the peaceful moment with her girlfriend, she forgot each and every one of her sorrows. Pressing a gentle kiss to the rainbow drinker's cheek, a smile graced her expression for the first time in an aeon. So it seemed. True happiness had evaded her for so long. The troll seemed to be pleasantly surprised by this, smiling in return and returning the kiss before she returned her gaze to the sky.

"However Beautiful The Stars May Be It Is Getting Too Dark Even With Them Shining To Provide A Safe And Well-Lit Environment For This Particular Outing. We Should Return To Our Friends Before Either Of Us Risk Getting Injured. We Have Little In The Way Of Medical Supplies Though I Doubt We Need Them. Thank You For Today Rose."

The Maryam stood, brushing off the grass from her dress and extending a hand to her human partner. She was thinking about the fact that they had once been kismesis, or something close to it, and how much the girl had changed and grown for the better. She was grateful to have Rose by her side, and not just because the Seer of Light provided her with a better understanding of human cultures and customs.

"You're welcome, Kanaya. We should do this again as soon as possible."

Kanaya and Rose did feel very strongly, and knew that they would lay down their lives to defend their relationship and the one they loved most. Even though they did have strong friendships and relations or connections to others, that was nothing compared to their own. Unbeknownst to the couple, they spoke at the same time, offering the same farewell wish. Three simple words were spoken for the first time towards each other.

"Have A Good Night, Rose."

"Have a good night, Kanaya."

"I Love You."

#rose #rose lalonde #kanaya #kanaya maryam #rosemary #rosemary homestuck #rose homestuck #this is as soft as it gets lads #sorry #luminescent lyricist writes #🏠 stuck at home 🏠

6 notes · View notes

jolly-loui-s · 4 years

Text

The irony of roleplaying as a wizard chpater 1 by Jolly Loui S

Fandom: Homestuck

Pairing: Davekat Dave x Karkat

words (chapters 1/?): 1732 words

If you liked this work please drop a kudo on archiveofourown in the link below:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16975734/chapters/39898338

Reader stop what you are doing and be Dave =>

Your name is Dave strider, and you are taking a stroll. The destination in mind of the stroll it to particularly wondering because you are only wandering. The only special thing about this situation was that this stroll was taking place inside of a facility on a meteor in the middle of space, and you were barefoot. Why Dave was barefoot? even he didn’t know. Sometimes shoes seemed so pointless. “Thank you kindly narration, be free my sweaty feet from you pointless shoe prison” Dave muttered to himself because narration isn’t a thing you can talk to. Who needed shoes when you had the soft comfort of your meaty toes. Dave continued to peacefully stroll ahead on his walk to nowhere in particular and started remembering all those countless times he had fallen victim to the mighty Lego blocks every time again and again back in Striderbro’s apartment days. Dave knew that bro leaving Lego’s around the apartment on random occasions had just been one of his many methods to prepare Dave for anything and absolutely everything. A lesson to always wear shoes, or it was just bro being bro at cleaning, why the guy played with Lego’s at such an age? Dave didn't know, but it wasn't like Lego’s where specifically for children anyway. Dave shivered at the thought of the pain, those damm colorful blocks had been such a pain in the ass, literally even sometimes. Well, at least Lego’s probably didn’t exist anymore with the whole earth being gone and stuff. All of a sudden without warning disrupted from his choo-choo train of thoughts, Dave felt a pang of pain run through the bottom of one of his feet and proceeded to make a womanly yelp which he would later deny, because Striders don’t yelp. He held his foot in pain and was surprised to see blood dripping from it, trying to bring his foot closer to his face to investigate the so said object that was now stuck in his feet.

But because of the idiot he was, trying to shove one’s foot into their face while still standing being a bad idea, Dave lost his balance after wobbling around and tried to direct his fall to his side as he had learned was the best way to fall and not break an arm, only… it never came. Instead Dave felt his face swimming into the texture of very suspicious fluffy wool and realized he had somehow managed to direct his fall towards something else than the floor. Just his luck the door had opened in that same moment when Dave was about to fall taking the person that had appeared from the other side of the door with him. Making his fall very... surprisingly soft-and fluffy actually! And that was when Dave found out he had just caused his own utter demise when he realized why the person, he had fallen onto was so fluffy, because there was only one person that could be. Fluffy sweater all year long summer or winter Karkat Vantass. Which made Dave wonder if seasons were even a thing on Alternia or not? He decided that was another conversation for another time. There were other subjects like a very pissed of looking Karkat who looked like he was about to start another long as rant when Dave finely met his stare still lying on top of the dude and of course all Dave could think of was wink at the motherfucker which only worsened the never ending angry looking furrow of the guys eyebrows.

“HERE I WAS ACTYALLY FUCKING CONCERNED FOR A SECOND FOR A FRIENDS POTENIAL WELL BEING,” Karkat started to say as was dramatically flailing around his arms on the ground “LOOK AT ME! HURRYING MY ASS OVER TO INVESTIAGE A PECUALIAR ASS SCREAM OF THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR WHILE I WAS JUST MINDING MY GODDAMM OWN BUISNES BUT NO, IT SEEMS LIKE THE HEAVNES HAVE BETRAYED ME ONCE AGAIN BY DOOMING MY DAY WITH ANOTER DOSE OF UNWANTED STRIDER PRESSENCE” “hey” Dave interrupted feeling slightly bemused while feigning hurt in his voice. “This holy Strider presence is a blessing and you know it, come on bro you can’t denying it. My cool kid strider ass just dropping in like the divine gift I am ready to be caught like a princes by my knight is shining armor is the most divine blessing you will ever get” Karkat grunted and continued to yell frustrated as he tried to wriggle free from Dave’s weight on top of him which just humored Dave even more. Karkat yelled colorfully as he held onto Dave’s back tightly in the motion of struggle. Amongst the struggle Dave’s face found itself very flatly squashed like a pancake underneath Karkat’s sweater with Karkat still trying to fidget loose from Dave’s strong hold on his back. Dave felt himself being suffocated, his laughter from before drowning away as he struggled for breath. Dave Strider, dead by sweater. Dave could already see Rose knitting those ironic sweaters for his corpse party. Karkat saw the opportunity when Dave’s hold on him started to grow slack and didn’t hesitate to turn the tables, because Karkat was now the one sitting on top of the other. Dave grasped a quick breath but soon found himself distracted as his hands appeared to be immobilized by the guy on top of him. Karkat’s face was right in front of his very close actually. As if he was on one of the first-row seats at the cinema looking at the premiere of Sir Karkat Vantass the movie. It didn’t take long for Karkat to remove his arms, both boys faces inched closer in utter silence. Dave’s hands very slowly found its way towards Karkat cheeks. they had passed the time that was appropriate to let go, so they continued to look at each other like that for a while. It was probably a shorter amount of time than what it felt like but still, it almost felt like eternity while staring at those strange alien black and yellow eyes. Sometimes, Dave would forget the fact that they weren’t the same species. And for some reason it made Dave tense up slightly, when he started to notice the obvious difference in appearance between the two them. Like Karkat’s sharp teeth that could probably tear trough raw meat if he wanted to or his sharp claws which were dug deeply into Dave’s back. Another thing Dave suddenly felt hyper aware of was Karkat’s hot breath on his face along with the feeling of Karkat speeding heartbeat trough his chest.

“Dave…umm” Karkat said “your foot is bleeding” a very poor attempt at starting a conversating but Dave was thankful none the less. Dave’s state of mind now probably wouldn’t even have been able to form more than two syllables at least. Even if some miracle happened and Dave managed to form a word it would have probably been something stupid anyway which he would have regretted later. So, he really was glad Karkat decided to speak first. Which gave Dave the opportunity to nod in a cool manner, because as a Striders nodding in a cool manner was never a thing he could fail at. After another few mortifying seconds of silence Karkat finely got the clue that Dave wouldn’t be opening his mouth in remark anytime soon. A wobbly pair of hands which rested on Dave’s chest pushed against him with the utmost care, not breaking eye contact Karkat pushed himself away from Dave space until both of his feet were standing on the floor. Dave only bothered to change his stance to a sitting position very aware of the sudden absence of warmth on his body.

“I..I t-think I should go now, I mean like yeah-h” Karkat said his breath hitching at the last words while he awkwardly pointed to the door. Dave nodded again coolly because, still that was all he could do, and withing a flash of second Karkat was gone. The mechanical door opened and closed behind him, Karkat’s back was the last thing Dave saw until everything that had just happened dawned unto him. The places that Karkat had touched before suddenly felt on like they were on fire and Dave couldn’t help but touch his face, which felt unbelievably warm from embarrassment. “What the hell just happened” Dave said to particularly no-one because there was no-one around just the feeling that he had to muter those particular words to himself. They had just been goofing around, it wasn’t anything new, really. They had wrestled before but never, never had been stuck staring at each other like that. So close, their faces had been so close to each other Dave thought. Just a few inches more and their lips would have touched. Just a few inches and Dave and Karkat would have… no no! Dave didn’t even allow himself to think the word. Dave his face was stuck in shock, but Karkat’s face just then it had been so... vulnerable, precious? Dave couldn’t come up with any words to describe it. He had never felt this way before once in his life and he didn’t know what it was. There was only one emotion he was having right now that he recognized and that was fear. Striders didn’t feel fear, so Dave knew he had to keep it that way while feeling Bro’s gaze of disproval flash before his memories. Whatever these strange emotions had been he wouldn’t allow himself to feel them again. Or would he? Maybe he should talk to Rose, it wasn’t like he wanted to, but it resulted to be the best thing to do most of the times. He trusts Rose, technically being siblings was one of the reasons, but it still made him feel uncomfortable to talk to her about things like feelings and emotions. Dave stood up, still feeling confused, only to his déjà vu almost fall over once again. He had totally forgotten about what had started the whole instance in the first place. Finally managing to look at his foot clearly now and not like some wobbling idiot the object that was stuck in his foot was now clear to his eyes to see.

Dave_EXE_STOPPED_WORKING

It was a piece of Lego’s.

link to chapter 2:

https://jolly-loui-s.tumblr.com/post/190382520016/the-irony-of-roleplaying-as-a-wizard-chapter-2-by

#davekat #fanfic #fanfiction #homestuck #dave #dave strider #karkat #karkat vantas #archive of our own #art #fanart #digital art #story

21 notes · View notes