A/N: I used my chumhandle but you guys can erase it with your mental power. I know you have it, because if not you wouldn't be a homestuck. TurntechGodhead began pestering CreatfallenArtist
TG: hey. y/n. can you come over or no or what
TG: i mean whenever the fuck i just wanted to talk about something important
TG: wait that came out weird didnt it
TG: sorry but anyways yeah
TG: just um
TG: come over. you know. if you get the chance.
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CA: jfc Dave you sound so awkward. Are you, like, okay...? I'll be over in five.
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TG: okay yeah sounds like the fuckin plan. yea. see you.
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I shove my phone in my purse and put on my jacket, heading out the door to go see what Dave is bugging me about. He generally isn't this awkward, especially around me, and his weird messages begin to become worrisome. We're best-buds, or whatever Terezi keeps telling me it is-- Moirails, I think-- and best-buds are never awkward around each other; those being his words exactly.
Although, in troll language, I would much prefer to be his 'Matesprit'; but of course that is a fact that I would never ever tell a single soul.
It would be far too embarrassing, and our relationship would be completely wrecked. I can already see our Moiraillegiance drifting apart if that fact is let loose, so I just keep it locked in the safety of my mind, where not even my closest friends could find it.
The walk is relatively short, but the sun still makes me feel like an ant under a magnifying glass. A begin to break a sweat, but I arrive at his place soon enough. I knock on the door for a few times until Dave finally answers it, and when it opens, I see that he clearly is out of order. His bleach-blonde hair is far more than disheveled, and the glasses on his face are incredibly crooked. His shirt is wrinkled, and he has only one sock on.
"Dave... what are you... umm... is this a good time?" I ask hesitantly, my voice having an obvious waver to it.
"Yeah, it is. The perfect time, actually. I uhh... it's not as weird as it looks. Fuck, this is not on how I was expecting to start this off. Just come inside." He says, awkwardly pulling me into his home.
start this off...? I think, sitting on the couch. He grabs himself a bottle of apple juice, then sits down next to me. His demeanor is stiff, and he keeps fidgeting with his shirt. In all of my four years of knowing him, never once have I ever seen him this worn down, and it's a pretty disconcerting sight.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about, Dave? Are you SURE you're okay? Did Jade break things off with you, or something?" He was also dating Jade Harley, which is only another reason to keep my thoughts concealed. He shakes his head no.
"Actually, I uh... I broke things off with... her."
"What?! Are you kidding me? You two work so well, and I thought that you guys were happy and, and-" my voice cuts off with nothing else to say. I truly feel concerned for their relationship, despite my feelings for him.
"I did it because I like someone else. I like them a lot more than her, actually." My heartbeat does this strange thing where it feels as if it literally sinks down to the pit of my stomach. "And I just can't explain it to them, because I'm kind of scared of rejection. So I made them a mixed tape. And I was um... wondering if you'd listen to it to tell me what you think. If that's cool with you, of course." I gulp and nod, my heart sinking even further into my gut. Whoever she is, this girl must be lucky to have a guy like him. If only he could see me, though.
He nods, motioning for us to head towards his room. I enter, and he passes me the headphones. The tape rolls, and I listen with halfhearted ears.
I like you more than rap,
No-- far more than that.
Ben Stiller couldn't be compared to your beautiful face,
And ICP's main miracle is you.
Will you be mine, girl, for the rest of time?
I want to say I love you, but I'm too cool for that,
Although I don't think I can fool myself, y/n,
So please say you love me back.
My breath hitches as I hear his recorded voice say my name. I don't know what to do, but he does it for me.
"So, do you like it?" He looks at the floor, a large blush covering his pale face.
"I..."
"It's fine if not. I guess I just fucked up. Mixed signals, ya know? Heh. Yeah. Umm, this is awk-"
"Dave."
"I mean I don't know what I expected, but-"
"Dave." He looks up.
"Yes?"
"I have adored your stoic face since the very first day I met you." I say, my eyes brimming with tears.
He steps a little closer to me.
"Are you really saying that I could've kissed you years ago?" My face heats up even more than before, and I look up at him with screaming eyes. The distance between us begins to shorten as he takes small steps closer and closer to my nearly shaking form.
"I mean, I guess- well, yes, I-" I stutter like a bafoon, blinking incessantly as if there were something caught in my eye. Our space is closing by the second.
"Then why are we letting the time tick further?" His face is barely an inch away from mine. I can feel his steady breath linger on my face. Warm apples and deodorant flood my sense of smell.
He takes off his glasses, revealing vivid red orbs that seem to pierce through my lovelorn soul with their heated intensity. I only saw them once, when Karkat accidentally knocked them off during one of his rants; although he quickly put them back on and acted kind of cagey for the next few hours. I never said anything about it again, but now he showed them to me in all of their glory. They're beautiful.
"I-I-I-" I stutter, but he cuts me off, finally closing the remnants of the air between us.
"Shhh. I'm making a moment here." He firmly presses his soft lips onto mine, slowly wrapping his arms around my waist with firm hold. I gasp, but then melt into the embrace, entangling my hands into his soft blonde hair like his blonde locks are a life rope. He begins to taste like sweet apples with a hint of cinnamon, causing me to return the kiss with much more passion than before, pressing on him more and more with eagerness. We sit there for a second until I feel him softly nibble at my bottom lip, asking for entrance.
I open my mouth, and he explores with a curious air, causing me to let out a slight moan. I can sense a smirk playing across his soft lips as he presses his tongue further down my throat. He's far more than a good kisser, compared to my extreme lack of experience, but I don't care. I just play along with the motions, allowing him to make me feel like I've arrived on cloud-9.
By the time we pull back, the both already have a light pant going.
"You have absolutely no fucking clue as to how long I have been waiting to do that, y/n." He says after a long pause, wiping his mouth with his sleeve
"The feeling is greater than mutual, Mr.Strider." I say, walking up to him for round two.
