Scars (JohnDave/DaveJohn)

Fitting Right In

When John had finally woken up, Dave was by Mr. Egbert's side, helping him with dinner. He was really bad at it, honestly. He burnt the broccoli. The broccoli. All he had to do with that was put it in the microwave and press 'broccoli' then start, but Dave still fucked it up. Each time he did do something wrong though, John's dad didn't seem disappointed at all. He didn't hit him or force him to strife or anything worse. He just laughed and showed him what to do, even if it was the fifteenth time, he didn't care. "I'm really no good at cooking, I'll just set the table." Dave explained, starting to move towards the cupboards.

John stood, rubbing his eyes as he walked over and pressed his forehead to his father's arm. "Hm? Oh, John I'm teaching your friend here how to cook." His father said with a smile, grabbing Dave's shirt and pulling him back to the counter. "Again, Dave." A loud groan came from the blonde as he followed the instructions, cutting off the corner of the package and placing it in the microwave.

John smirked slightly, a small laugh bubbling out of his lips. It was so small and quiet and cute, it made Dave smile like a big goof. Though he stopped when he realized he was doing it, shaking his head at the sound of the microwave beeping. "Huh?" "Dave, you're going to burn it again, press the big button to push the door open, not start this time."

They'd finally made a nice meal, broccoli and all. There was mashed potatoes, salisbury steak, and a pitcher of sweet pink lemonade. The older Egbert gave Dave a look as he sat next to John, rather than across and on the other side of him. "We just cooked a meal together, Strider does that mean nothing to you? I thought we had something special!" He teased with a small laugh, going to make his plate.

"Dave, can you pass the potatoes, please?" John asked, still looking tired as ever. "Yeah, sure. They're extra buttery, dude. I added like double the butter. Put the whole fuckin' tub in there." Dave said with a smirk, scooping a few spoonfuls onto the other's plate. "I can get my own food, Dave." John muttered, watching as Dave filled his plate up.

Dave just smirked, looking back at John's pouting face. Jesus fucking christ, everything he did was adorable. After making his own plate, Dave poured himself some water. He hardly even realized John's father was talking to him, so focused on trying not to overflow his cup. "Huh..?"

"I said, you really are quite the gentleman." Mr. Egbert said with a small smile. Dave just shrugged it off, going to play with his food shyly. "Eh, I guess. Only for John though. Everyone else can screw off." "Yeah, fuck everyone else I'm special!" John exclaimed with a big, toothy grin. "John." The brunette went silent, pursing his lips slightly, as he mumbled. "Dave cursed, why doesn't he get in trouble?" "Dave isn't my son, you are. I have no control over what he says or does. Unless of course it involves you." The elder one stated.

They talked and ate, it was a night full of laughs and smiles all around. At least for the Egberts it was. Dave did crack a few times though, laughing under his breath and smiling every so often, mostly just smirking, though. By the time they had finished, it was nine and John was headed for bed, even though he was nearly wide awake now from his earlier nap.

Mr. Egbert had retired to his room though, telling John he could stay up for an hour more or so. Though he would be asleep by that time anyways, so he wouldn't know if John came up or not. Giving John a bit more time to hang out with Dave before going upstairs.

John and Dave just watched movies for the most part. "This is so stupid, dude. They're not even kissing, he's just eating her top lip, like what the fuck?" Dave rolled his eyes, sighing lightly. "Well then how do you kiss..?" John asked, head tilting slightly. "What? Haven't you kissed someone before?"

The shorter took a second before shaking his head and giving a slight smile, "heh, still have my kissing virginity! Locked up real tight." Dave rolled his eyes before shrugging. "All I know is that kissing is not just eating the other person's lip, like seriously."

"Then show me," John stated, smirk tugging at the end of his lips. In that moment Dave felt his stomach do a back flip. Score of 10 all across the fucking board. "No." The blonde growled out, his stomach feeling queasy now. "What? No like, kiss the pillow or something! Or like, your hand or my hand, I dunno." Wow, okay loser bye. "Whatever, gimme your hand."

Well, here you are. The closest to kissing John Egbert you're going to get. Not what you had in mind honestly, but at least you got to kiss him in some way. Alright, time to give this hand the best kiss it's ever gonna receive. Dave took. John's hand and if it wasn't the cutest thing when he gave the taller one's a slight squeeze, then you don't know what.

All Dave could hear was the soft giggles coming from the dorky teenager. "Okay, okay I get it! Hehe, you're acting like my hand's some hot girl! Hehe.." John smiled shyly before grabbing Dave's hand. The blonde look puzzled, raising a brow as his hand was brought to John's lips.

They were so soft and you're pretty sure there was now cherry chap stick smeared on the back of your hand. That just made it better, now your hand smelled like him and all his cherry glory.

"You used too much teeth." Dave said, smiling just barely. "Huh? Oh shut it! You're just saying that because my teeth are all big and buck! Frick you!" Dave laughed softly and put his hand back behind John's head, resting it on the back of the couch.

Dave watched as John tried to keep his eyes open, having a hard time to even keep his head up after a few minutes. "John, go up to bed. If you fall asleep here, I'm not carrying you up." Dave explained, shaking John's shoulder slightly before standing up. John yawned and looked up at Dave, glasses tilted to the side, making him look like even more of a goof.

"Carry me..?" Was all he said as he held his arms up to Dave. "Dude, what did I just fucking say?" Dave replied, groaning a bit. Hw could he ever say no to that face? Fuuuuuccckk. This was going to be a long, however long Dave was staying here.

John felt so light, except he didn't because this chub-monster was practically consuming Dave. Finally, Dave reached the top of the stairs. He searched around for John's door to his room in the darkness, quickly bringing him in and body slammed him down on the bed. "Night, asshole." Dave said, going to leave the room.

When he realized John was completely passed out, not even responding, Dave walked over to the side of the bed and sighed lightly as he smiled. "Night.." He whispered, brushing John's hair back as he kissed his forehead gently. Dave smiled a bit as John scrunched his nose up cutely, shifting a bit to get comfortable.

After that he walked out to the hallway, closing the door quietly. Though being quiet wasn't helping him anymore because Mr. Egbert was now blocking his path to the stairs. "What's the deal with you and my son? You're friends, right? Nothing more?" Dave panicked and shook his head, "no no, John's feelings for me are very platonic." Doing good so far, Dave keep it up.

"And what of yours?" Fuck. "Hm? No sir, the feeling's mutual." Dave said, a bit antsy now to get downstairs. "Mhm.." Mr. Egbert just smirked lightly and nodded, putting a hand on Dave's shoulder, "just take good care of him, son. I don't need him having another heartbreak. That Vriska girl tortured him enough." Dave's eyes lit up 'son?' Bro didn't even call him that, let alone put his hand on his shoulder. Well, he did, but for other reasons...

"Yeah, uh yes sir." Dave salute up to him before going to squeeze past the older Egbert to get back to the couch. He couldn't though, stopped by a tight and warm hug. He was practically speechless, not even able to return the hug until a moment or so later.

"Thanks." Dave finally spat out, releasing from the hug as the other did too. "Now get the hell to sleep." Mr. Egbert said with a small laugh, patting Dave on the back as he walked past him, back to his room. Dave smiled lightly, doing as told and headed down to his 'bed.' Yeah, this was way better than when he lived with Bro. Way better.

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