Red (Davekat)

La-La Land

So this is just going to be the next morning. Nothing too important is going to happen because, well, I just wanted to write some fluff, sorry. Just enjoy it and I'll bring in the drama after my terrible writer's block goes away.

<So we can be Karkat again because he is precious>

I woke up at about six the next day, accumulating a total of about five hours of sleep. Fan-fucking-tastic. 

Somehow, even though I was so tired and could barely even keep my eyes open, I couldn't go back to sleep. It seriously sucked. Especially since I was so warm and comfortable right here in Dave's arms. 

With a quiet whimper and a little shift, my body seemed to get a little more comfortable, but I still couldn't just drift off. Trying something, I let my eyes close and focused on the gentle warmth pulsating from Dave's body and onto mine. My ears became attuned to the soft sounds of his heartbeat thudding quietly and steadily against his ribcage and the feather-light breaths that ruffled my hair. 

I held him closer, nudging my cheek against the smooth skin of his chest. At some point, I noticed a difference in the way he was breathing and froze a bit as one of his hands starts trailing along my back. I shuddered, feeling his fingers lightly press against my spine and rub slow and small circles around my lower back. 

My face started twitching a little, but moving didn't seem to be a priority for my body right now. I let out a sigh and felt soft lips press against my forehead, causing my eyes to open a little to just see what was going on. There was a small part of my mind that wanted to make sure that it was still Dave who was still pressed against me and holding me. Obviously, is was, so I sighed in relief. 

"Morning, Kitten~" I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. Asshole. 

"morning, fuckass...." I groaned softly, not happy with the world right now.

"Aww, don't be like that, Karkles," looking up at him, I saw the cocky grin spread across his face and forced my tired body to lift a hand up to flip off. It was incredibly hard. My arm felt like it was made of lead and ready to fall off, but for the sake of flipping off this asshole, I could deal with it. He just chuckled and squeezed me closer, ruffling my hair. 

"Promise me you'll never change."

"yea, sure. whatever you fucking want," I rolled my eyes as I spoke, rolling onto my back with a struggle. 

As my arms stretched over my head, I yawned and felt a small pressure on my shoulder. Dave's fatass head was just leaning against me like he owned the damn place. 

...

I really needed to calm down.

Sighing, I hugged him close for a second before sitting up and going to the bathroom. I just used it and washed my hands. Staring into the mirror and meeting my own eyes, I stuck my tongue out in distaste. It was crazy that Dave fucking Strider wanted to be with me. I knew that I brought it up a lot, but when it was all I could think about, it's hard to really bring up anything else. Especially when he was so dreamy and honestly pretty sweet.

My hands stabbed through my unruly hair as my cranky baby face was revealed more. Letting out a disgusted sound, I let my hair flop back over my face messily. I hated that my own eyes seemed to bore into my soul and try to cause me pain. The angry look on my face seemed so... hostile. I mean, no shit, but it always seemed like it was directed more at me than anyone else. 

Trying to get my head out of the clouds, I grabbed the hairbrush and tried to tame the mess of hair on my head. All it did was make it poofy, but at least it wasn't tangled anymore.