Fuck You and Fuck This After Story

Chapter One

THIS IS A SEQUEL

To: Fuck You and Fuck Your Intentions

I hope you all enjoys :3

Also WARNING: my style of writing is different, so this might be a bit different then how I made the first story... But please tolerate it! <3

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THIS IS A DRAMATIC TIME SKIP.

THEY ARE CURRENTLY OUT OF COLLEGE AND LIVE TOGETHER.

NO, THEY ARENT ENGAGED OR MARRIED.

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Karkat yawned softly, scratching his eyes as he woke from his comfortable mattress. He was surrounded by warm blankets and a familiar, strong pair of arms wrapped around his body.

He couldn't help but spread a smile as he tilted his head and stared into a big mess of blonde.

Karkat's shifting must have woken Dave up, because minutes later, his bright red eyes were staring up at Karkat's hazel ones.

"Hey kitkat." Dave grumble in his attractive sleepy voice he always has at this time.

Though the nickname was quiet upsetting to him, he was able to put up with it and reply with a simple "morning strider" he said softly.

Dave hummed softly, sitting up and pulling the exhausted Karkat up with him. "What time is it?" He asks, glancing over at the clock with half-lidded eyes.

Karkat groaned softly as they moved positions, leaning forward to read the clock "ten in the fucking morning..." He mumbled, knowing that was actually quiet late to wake up to.

Dave, seeming nonchalantly the time, plopped back on the mattress "sleep time..." He said, obviously not feeling it today.

Karkat's eyes rolled up, tugging on Dave's loose red shirt he wore to bed "c'mon loser, I'll make breakfast"

The thought of Karkat making breakfast must have gotten Dave motivated because he was up in a flash. "I want pancakes.." He said before striding his long legs into their bathroom.

Karkat chuckled softly to himself, forcing himself up and waddling into the kitchen.

He got the pancake batter together as he pondered over how grateful he was to have Dave. He hasn't cheated or left him in the long years they've been together. Honestly, he thanked that to the bottom of his heart.

Karkat hummed to himself on a upbeat vocal as he made enough pancakes for the two of them, with possible extras.

After setting up the table and placing he food down, like the housewife he unadmittedly was, he went to go get Dave.

Dave was in their room, changing into skinny jeans and his usual red and white record shirt.

God, he honestly loved life at the moment.