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All right, gather round. It’s time to have some actual fucking fun at this party.” Dave said, considering it was his party after all, everyone did as instructed.
“WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING THIS TIME FUCKASS? LAST YEAR I ENDED UP WEARING DONKEY EARS WHILE YOU GOT EVERYONE ELSE TO STAB ME IN THE ASS BLINDFOLDED!” Karkat yelled, angrier than usual.
“We’re going to play seven minutes in fucking heaven. Only I’m extending it to fifteen, because the last time I played, I caught with my pants down, if you know what I mean.” Dave said, and everyone flinched, and groaned, not really needing that information. You have no idea why you were here. It wasn’t as if you were in any of their sessions.
“You’re triggering people, Dave!” Kankri complained.
“Shut up. You being a little trigger bitch makes me want to pull a fucking trigger on myself.” Karkat replied, not even looking at the guy. You sigh. Poor Kankri. Then again he was the reason you had come to Dave’s stupid party. Because you were hoping that you might be able to convinced the black sweatered tsundure shouting to your left to hang out with you. As if that were going to happen. He already had pretty much everyone hanging all over him, in spite of the barrage of “Fuck off”s and “Suck a dick”s that he berated them with.
Dave pulled out a black felt fedora with little slips of folded paper in them. He had a small smirk on his stoic face, which pretty much equated to a rape face for him.
“The girls will choose from this hat full of guys. Or other guys, if that’s what your into. I’m not gonna judge. First up is the new girl.” He pointed to you, and held the hat in your direction. You reluctantly drew, hoping to God you didn’t get Eridan. That would have caused you to run screaming from the party, in spite of the fact that this was the land of heat and clockwork, and it would likely result in your immanent lava-based death.
You drew a slip of paper, apparently torn from another with “Karkat-Dammit, you know my name, prick!” written on it. Your face turned pink at the thought of not only not choosing the undesirable sea-dweller, but at the odds of pulling the name, sort of, of your crush.
“HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET MY HANDWRITING, STIOC PRICK?” Karkat shouted, snatching the paper and crumpling it in his hand as he blushed a little as well.
“I made you sign a ledger to get in. Does it look like there are enough people that I would need a paper trail to keep track of you? It was so that I could make sure I had your name in here.” Dave said, slightly raising an eyebrow.
“In you go!” Feferi said, jumping up with her normal level of excitation, and shoved Karkat into the closet, where you walked in, not wanting the same rough treatment.
“FUCKING BULGE-LICKING, NOOK-SNIFFING, HORN-HUMPING FISH! THAT HURT, DAMMIT!” Karkat yelled, having had landed on the end of a (thankfully sheathed) shitty sword. You had no idea what possessed Dave to bring all these things to his new house, but that was beside the point.
“Are you okay, Karkat?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder, as he held his stomach with a small wince.
“Yeah. Hit me right in the damn stab-scar, too. Hurts more than the rest of my skin.” He said, putting his hand inside his shirt to hold the injury closer.
“Here, let me see. I don’t want you to actually be hurt.” You suggested, mostly because you wanted to ensure his health, but also a little because you wanted to see him without that sweater.
“WHY THE FUCK WOULD I DO THAT? I’M FINE, DAMN GIRL.” He said, his cheeks flushing again as he returned to his normal shouting.
“I just wanna make sure you’re okay. Come on, please?” You gave him your best puppy eyes, hoping that this would be enough to break him. Luckily, it was, and he sighed as he removed the article of clothing. Underneath was a slim body, not rippling with muscle, but far from soft. You saw the stab scar, where the skin was reddened, and raised up from the rest of the light grey expanse.
You placed a hand to it, and he jerked away. You jumped back, thinking that you had hurt him somehow.
“I’m sorry. I was just-“
“JUST FUCKING FEELING ME UP?” He asked, and while that had not been your actions, it sounded like a good idea, and you mourned the wasted opportunity.
“No, asshole, I was seeing if you had a bruise. Now did you jerk away cause it hurt, or because you’re so unused to someone else’s touch that you didn’t know what to do with yourself?" You snipped, becoming a little annoyed with his strangely flighty behavior.
“I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DOING! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT YOU WEREN’T TRYING TO HURT ME SOME MORE?” he asked, showing a sliver of his usually well-hidden insecurities.
“Because I would never want to hurt you!” You said, pouting your lips and raising your voice a bit. Seeing as how you were a fairly calm person, this seemed to send him the message that he had fucked up somewhere. “I like you, you idiot, but all you ever do is yell at me and I can’t tell if you just do that to everyone or what.” You said, your face turning bright crimson.
“Like? Like…flushed, like?” He asked, his voice at the lowest decibel that you had ever heard it.
“No, I mean I like you in one of the weird troll romances that I don’t have. Of course I mean flushed!” Tears pricked your eyes. Now you would be treated like Eridan, the guy who just ran around begging for quadrants. He’d never talk to you again, not even to yell at you and- oh Jesus were those his lips?
You were dragged kicking and screaming from your negative thoughts, only to have the screams turn into an angelic choir singing cheesy love songs when you realized that not only was Karkat not rejecting you, but he was also kissing you, his chapped, candy sweet lips feeling oddly good on yours even with the less-than-smooth texture. He placed a hand to the back of your neck, holding you in place while a tongue pressed at your mouth. It took you a moment to realize what he was trying for, but he seemed annoyed with even this small delay, and he grunted before worming the slick organ to dance with your own. Your breath shortened to small, hyperventilating gasps as you pressed yourself closer to him, entangling your dainty fingers in his silken, raven locks. You were panting when he pulled away, and so was he.
“I feel flushed for you too.” He mumbled, looking away. You giggled, deciding to tease him.
“How flushed?” You asked, grabbing onto his arm.
“More flushed that your face after my Godly kissing. That’s how flushed.” He said, even making smartass comments in his love confession. You smiled, placing another small kiss to his lips as the door was open, and you both walked out, hand in hand, smiling and blushing.
“Wait, Karkat can smile? Dude, what did you guys do in there?” John said, cocking his head to the side.
“My guess is that Vantas is a quick finisher. If you need a real man, girly, everything’s bigger in Texas.” Dave winked at you, in spite of the growls he got from the candy-blooded troll. Karkat grabbed your arm and walked away with you, and you were in too big a haze to even ask where you were going.
“WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING THIS TIME FUCKASS? LAST YEAR I ENDED UP WEARING DONKEY EARS WHILE YOU GOT EVERYONE ELSE TO STAB ME IN THE ASS BLINDFOLDED!” Karkat yelled, angrier than usual.
“We’re going to play seven minutes in fucking heaven. Only I’m extending it to fifteen, because the last time I played, I caught with my pants down, if you know what I mean.” Dave said, and everyone flinched, and groaned, not really needing that information. You have no idea why you were here. It wasn’t as if you were in any of their sessions.
“You’re triggering people, Dave!” Kankri complained.
“Shut up. You being a little trigger bitch makes me want to pull a fucking trigger on myself.” Karkat replied, not even looking at the guy. You sigh. Poor Kankri. Then again he was the reason you had come to Dave’s stupid party. Because you were hoping that you might be able to convinced the black sweatered tsundure shouting to your left to hang out with you. As if that were going to happen. He already had pretty much everyone hanging all over him, in spite of the barrage of “Fuck off”s and “Suck a dick”s that he berated them with.
Dave pulled out a black felt fedora with little slips of folded paper in them. He had a small smirk on his stoic face, which pretty much equated to a rape face for him.
“The girls will choose from this hat full of guys. Or other guys, if that’s what your into. I’m not gonna judge. First up is the new girl.” He pointed to you, and held the hat in your direction. You reluctantly drew, hoping to God you didn’t get Eridan. That would have caused you to run screaming from the party, in spite of the fact that this was the land of heat and clockwork, and it would likely result in your immanent lava-based death.
You drew a slip of paper, apparently torn from another with “Karkat-Dammit, you know my name, prick!” written on it. Your face turned pink at the thought of not only not choosing the undesirable sea-dweller, but at the odds of pulling the name, sort of, of your crush.
“HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET MY HANDWRITING, STIOC PRICK?” Karkat shouted, snatching the paper and crumpling it in his hand as he blushed a little as well.
“I made you sign a ledger to get in. Does it look like there are enough people that I would need a paper trail to keep track of you? It was so that I could make sure I had your name in here.” Dave said, slightly raising an eyebrow.
“In you go!” Feferi said, jumping up with her normal level of excitation, and shoved Karkat into the closet, where you walked in, not wanting the same rough treatment.
“FUCKING BULGE-LICKING, NOOK-SNIFFING, HORN-HUMPING FISH! THAT HURT, DAMMIT!” Karkat yelled, having had landed on the end of a (thankfully sheathed) shitty sword. You had no idea what possessed Dave to bring all these things to his new house, but that was beside the point.
“Are you okay, Karkat?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder, as he held his stomach with a small wince.
“Yeah. Hit me right in the damn stab-scar, too. Hurts more than the rest of my skin.” He said, putting his hand inside his shirt to hold the injury closer.
“Here, let me see. I don’t want you to actually be hurt.” You suggested, mostly because you wanted to ensure his health, but also a little because you wanted to see him without that sweater.
“WHY THE FUCK WOULD I DO THAT? I’M FINE, DAMN GIRL.” He said, his cheeks flushing again as he returned to his normal shouting.
“I just wanna make sure you’re okay. Come on, please?” You gave him your best puppy eyes, hoping that this would be enough to break him. Luckily, it was, and he sighed as he removed the article of clothing. Underneath was a slim body, not rippling with muscle, but far from soft. You saw the stab scar, where the skin was reddened, and raised up from the rest of the light grey expanse.
You placed a hand to it, and he jerked away. You jumped back, thinking that you had hurt him somehow.
“I’m sorry. I was just-“
“JUST FUCKING FEELING ME UP?” He asked, and while that had not been your actions, it sounded like a good idea, and you mourned the wasted opportunity.
“No, asshole, I was seeing if you had a bruise. Now did you jerk away cause it hurt, or because you’re so unused to someone else’s touch that you didn’t know what to do with yourself?" You snipped, becoming a little annoyed with his strangely flighty behavior.
“I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DOING! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT YOU WEREN’T TRYING TO HURT ME SOME MORE?” he asked, showing a sliver of his usually well-hidden insecurities.
“Because I would never want to hurt you!” You said, pouting your lips and raising your voice a bit. Seeing as how you were a fairly calm person, this seemed to send him the message that he had fucked up somewhere. “I like you, you idiot, but all you ever do is yell at me and I can’t tell if you just do that to everyone or what.” You said, your face turning bright crimson.
“Like? Like…flushed, like?” He asked, his voice at the lowest decibel that you had ever heard it.
“No, I mean I like you in one of the weird troll romances that I don’t have. Of course I mean flushed!” Tears pricked your eyes. Now you would be treated like Eridan, the guy who just ran around begging for quadrants. He’d never talk to you again, not even to yell at you and- oh Jesus were those his lips?
You were dragged kicking and screaming from your negative thoughts, only to have the screams turn into an angelic choir singing cheesy love songs when you realized that not only was Karkat not rejecting you, but he was also kissing you, his chapped, candy sweet lips feeling oddly good on yours even with the less-than-smooth texture. He placed a hand to the back of your neck, holding you in place while a tongue pressed at your mouth. It took you a moment to realize what he was trying for, but he seemed annoyed with even this small delay, and he grunted before worming the slick organ to dance with your own. Your breath shortened to small, hyperventilating gasps as you pressed yourself closer to him, entangling your dainty fingers in his silken, raven locks. You were panting when he pulled away, and so was he.
“I feel flushed for you too.” He mumbled, looking away. You giggled, deciding to tease him.
“How flushed?” You asked, grabbing onto his arm.
“More flushed that your face after my Godly kissing. That’s how flushed.” He said, even making smartass comments in his love confession. You smiled, placing another small kiss to his lips as the door was open, and you both walked out, hand in hand, smiling and blushing.
“Wait, Karkat can smile? Dude, what did you guys do in there?” John said, cocking his head to the side.
“My guess is that Vantas is a quick finisher. If you need a real man, girly, everything’s bigger in Texas.” Dave winked at you, in spite of the growls he got from the candy-blooded troll. Karkat grabbed your arm and walked away with you, and you were in too big a haze to even ask where you were going.
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