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The Relationship Meme
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Dramatic or cracky, there are options for everyone who has a sudden itching to play out some ships.

↘ Post your character below, listing their name and series in the subject.
↘ Others respond after going to random.org and entering 1-16 for a scene, reply back and have some fun!
↘ Roll as many times as you like! Play out as many scenarios as you want! Just enjoy the fluffy or angsty goodness.

● 01 I HAVE A CONFESSION | There's someone you really like and it's finally time to tell them! It can be spur of the moment or elaborately planned out.
● 02 START OF SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL | You've just got together and everything is great! You can't stop thinking about each other or keep your hands off your significant other. You want to spend all the time you can together, doing whatever!
● 03 CAN'T GET IT UP | It happens to everyone, honest! For whatever reason, you just haven't been able to perform or maybe you're just not interested in sex. Is it because things are dull? Is it because you're not attracted to your partner? Or have you just been too busy or stressed out?
● 04 SAW YOU LAST NIGHT | You think you saw your partner in the arms of another - was it an honest mistake or is something honestly going on here?
● 05 FIRST TIME | It's the first kiss or the first time making love with your partner and you're so nervous and awkward, you're sure you'll mess it up! Maybe you do, but that's okay... they like you, right?
● 06 ANNIVERSARY | Two week, two month, two year, or whatever number you decide, that's how long you've been together with your partner and you want to do something special to celebrate it!
● 07 WANT YOU BACK | You broke up, but it was a mistake. You need to correct it ASAP... will your lover take you back though?
● 08 JUST MARRIED | Just married! Is it the wedding night? The honeymoon? You decide!
● 09 BAD ROMANCE | You're no good for each other and you know it! Unfortunately, your relationship is so sizzling, you can't break it off and you don't even want to.
● 10 FIGHT | You're both in one of those moods where you just want to sit around fighting over every little thing... bills or money, friends, your partner staying out too late, or whatever you can think of!
● 11 LET'S MAKE UP | Of course making up is the best part though! Whatever it was is totally forgotten now.
● 12 HONEY, I'M... | You've been feeling a little funny for a bit, so you take a pregnancy test and... oh no! Or is it 'oh great!'? Time to tell your partner either way...
● 13 ABOUT LAST NIGHT | Time to face that one night stand...
● 14 CHEATER | You're not being cheated on! You're the other person meddling with someone's lover! But for whatever reason, you just can't say no even if you know you should...
● 15 OBJECTIONS | You're facing a lot of objections to your relationship and it's starting to put a strain on it. Why don't you sit down and discuss it, see if you can work it out?
● 16 HAVE TO LET YOU GO | You have to break up with your partner... not because you want to! But because you need to protect them... can you do it successfully? Will they find out? You decide!

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[Karkat has been in a good mood these past few weeks. People who didn't know him probably wouldn't spot the difference, but Kanaya and Sollux had both commented on it within two days of it starting. The reason is obvious. His matesprit/boyfriend/tanglebuddy/JOHN had finally decided that buckets were a totally acceptable thing to involve in their relationship, and after the short bout of lightheadedness and dehydration that comes the morning after a pailing, the afterglow had lasted for ages. Apparently humans can handle quite a bit more than trolls, but Karkat has been pleased to try to keep up. If a bucket got left shoved into a closet or sopor slime got on the floor because humans have something called 'morning wood', then that was fine, eventually they'd get settled in and the worst they're going to get is a difficult cleaning job, right?]

[WRONG.]

[John had slept over in Dave's room, which was fine with Karkat, who had gotten a good look at the two of them and deemed the moirails, so Karkat was alone in his respiteblock. He'd decided that maybe this was the best time to clean up after all of the wild sex, before the green stained the floor or one of his buckets became unsalvageable. After angrily scrubbing the floor around his recoopracoon for a while, he decided it was time to bite the bullet and clean the dirty bucket.]

[But there wasn't just nasty genetic material and what John had called 'cum' in that bucket. Sure, there was red crusted around the edges, but the material had gone beyond the slight congealing that was the worst Karkat had seen it-- there was some kind of solid blob at the bottom. Karkat pulls a face and pokes at the blob with the wooden part of his mop, wondering if it's stuck to the bottom. To his horror, it quivers, and then unrolls to reveal the tiniest grub he's ever seen. It's eyes are sealed shut like a baby purrbeast, and it's little head is fuzzy with black hair that hasn't grown in yet. It's horns are nubby like Karkat's, but with the tiniest ridges on the outside edges. It has red blood showing through its tiny grubby body and a pronounced overbite.]

[Holy. Shit.]

[With shaky hands and without breathing at all, Karkat gently picks up the child in the bucket. Up close, he can see can see that it lacks poison markers around its closed eyes- a boy. It gives the faintest little wiggle of its itty bitty legs and something in Karkat's chest squeezes hard. He cradles the grub to his chest the way he'd never had the urge to when he'd been caring for his infant friends-- this grub isn't a friend, isn't himself, it's his offspring. It's John's son.]

[Karkat bolts for Dave's room as fast as is trollishly possible, desperately hoping that he could catch John on the way there.]

[John has long since deemed trollsex really weird on his scale of Weird, but it was weird in a good way. Well, once he got used to seeing slimey red tentacles coming from some fortress crotch barrier on Karkat's person. That was weird, like in one of his animes. But he got used to it, and he doubted anything was better. Whether it was the tentacles that curled and rubbed against his dick or the fact that it was Karkat, his boyfriend/matesprit/whatever, that was pressed against him that made the sex really awesome, he wasn't sure, but trust him, it was always really awesome. The buckets, er, he had to get used to those, too. It worked out great, though! Really!]

[He hadn't realized he was babbling about his sex life to Dave until his best bro told him he was acting like a girl who freshly popped her cherry and had to tell all of her girl friends. All of them.]

[As of right now, he's venturing out of Dave's room after a good ol' night of bro-on-bro bonding time with movies and popcorn, stretching his arms above his head and meandering down the hall back to Karkat's room. They could cuddle a bit, watch some more movies (John loved movies, oh man), have a sappy romantic dinner like in a movie they watched, and just be a happy interspecies couple with sloppy makeouts and cheesy romance lines. He never really pictured himself as the type of guy to be okay with settling down with someone (a dude, no less!) before he was even 20, but hey, that's how things had worked since his 13th birthday. Things happened, and mostly for the better, though usually after a lot of traumatic and conflicted events.]

[It's a huge surprise, although very welcomed, when he sees Karkat running towards him way down the hall. He grins and waves, stopping so that they don't accidentally collide or something. He wouldn't want Karkat to drop that red thing he's holding!]

Karkat! I was just coming over to see...you...

[The closer Karkat gets, the better it is for John to see that the red thing in his arms is kind of, well...moving.]

[Oh thank fuck, John isn't in Dave's room right now. Explaining this to one human is going to be hard enough, especially when it's the father, it would be even harder if Dave Strider was present. The grub in his arms makes the tiniest little gurgling noise, almost inaudible, at the sound of John's voice and Karkat completely loses interest in his boyfriendsprit for the moment. He brings the baby up to his neck and cradles him there. The infant coos and the warm spot in Karkat's chest strains again. He tries to keep his voice down when he talks, a first.]

John, we have a fucking problem!

[He sounds almost reptilian when he hisses under his breath like that, but the grub seems to like it, nuzzling closer to Karkat, who looks surprised and swallows the lump in his throat.]

I thought there wasn't supposed to be a way for our fucking pailing to make fucking babies!

[He holds the grub out at arms' length, carefully supporting it. It whines at the lack of contact and Karkat hastily pulls it back into his chest, making soft clicking noises in the back of his throat. He turns bright red and stares fixedly at John as if daring him to laugh.]

Uh--what?

[John's torn. On one hand, Karkat's being hilariously kind of adorable right now. On the other, if this is a prank it's really elaborate. On another, one from his magic chest, that red insect baby thing is really cute. And on the other from his magic chest, oh god wait hold up that's a baby and Karkat said "our" and oh god oh god oh god.]

B-babies?! Karkat--we're guys, we can't make babies! It's really cute, but--Karkat are you joking this is a little terrifying, to be honest.

[John's voice is probably too loud for the grub, but it's pretty normal John-is-shocked level. He can't take his eyes off the grub, how it's red just like his and Karkat's blood, the way it whined and Karkat's mothering--he doesn't know what to do.]

[The grub makes a strange little trilling noise and twitches his ears. Karkat makes the same noise back, although it's a lot deeper in his adult troll voice. He's not really sure what the fuck he's doing, just that this feels natural, something he doesn't even have to think about. He knows a little bit about grub care and remembers being a grub himself, but this seems to come out of something far more primal.]

Well, fuck your human gender rules, we fucking made him, he's here and he certainly didn't fall from the fucking sky. He has your dumbass teeth.

[Karkat rolls the grub a little bit to show John his face. The similarity between its tiny fangs and John's retarded buck teeth is astounding. It wiggles all of its little legs and makes a noise that can't be anything other than a giggle. Karkat startles and stares at it. That is not a noise any of the grubs he's ever been stuck with made. They had squeaked and screeched and trilled and gurgled, but never giggled. Fuck, Karkat's pretty sure that Nepeta is the only troll he's ever met who giggles at all, and it was nowhere near that noise.]

Oh fuck that's so cute.

[Karkat's voice is a little strained, and he gently strokes the grub's head with the back of a finger.]

[Everything in John's existence seems to shut down. Fuck his human gender rules, Karkat is holding their child and it's every bit real. No, wait, he's every bit real, he is real and his little bitty legs are moving just as very real as the noises he's making. John touches his own teeth, feelings at them as he stares at the grub's. Oh god they're the same, they're the fucking same oh god. Shouldn't they have gotten nine months to prepare for this? This is sudden, it's really sudden, and he really doesn't know what to do from here. He played with the babies of his friends and their guardians way back in the ectobiology lab, but he really just...well, he was a really god baby-sitter and taught them the ways of Con Air. That was awesome.]

[None of those babies was his kid, though. A few looked like they could be, his and Jade's lines, but they...weren't. This little troll baby with insect legs and nubby horns and his teeth is, well...it's--he's his, apparently, and now John has two kids and oh man how is Casey going to take this.]

[He swallows thickly, and he's shaking a bit, because this is kind of a huge responsibility and he doesn't know how to take care of a trollbaby, and he's smiling despite all the nervousness when he, John's squirmy little grub-baby with Karkat, giggles and wiggles. Just. oh fuck. it's too cute. John comes up around Karkat's side that's absent of babby, slipping his arm around him and getting a better look at the grub.]

He's really cute. Kinda hoping he doesn't have your temper...

[He kisses Karkat's temple, and Karkat may be able to feel his slight tremors.]

So...what do we do, now? I don't know how to take care of a baby...

[Karkat instinctively tenses when John touches him, muscles preparing to violently gut his boyfriend. He's always a little bit weird about unnecessary touching, but he pities John and there's another level of thick affection there, so it's been a while since he made him go stiff like that. He takes a deep breath and holds it for a count of three. There was no reason for that. And yet, someone close to the little hideously-colored grub in his arms makes him want to kill something. Suddenly Rose and Kanaya's discussion over dinner about 'maternal instincts' makes sense. He slowly relaxes and leans against John. As he does so, his arms pull the grub closer to his chest.]

Fuck you, he might need my goddamn temper, growing up around these crazy assholes we call friends.

[He doesn't sound as angry as usual, though, more concerned. As much as he'll never say it, on some level, Karkat knows exactly where his anger comes from-- his life fucking sucked, and he doesn't want that for his little ball of teeth and legs. He hesitates when John kisses his forehead, and then cautiously brings the grub closer to him, which means more than it looks like. Trolls are inherently distrustful.]

It can't be that fucking hard, Gamzee and Terezi pretty much fucking raised themselves. Troll grubs aren't as fucking useless as your pudgy little human offspring. Besides, don't you remember your lu-- parent looking after you? Just do what he did, you lived to sexual maturity.

[He brings the grub up to his face and gently rubs his nose against its horns and forehead the way his lusus used to do. The grub purrs contentedly and opens its eyes for the first time. Karkat makes a distinctly crustacean clicking-gurgle in response.]

Okay, how the fuck does he get a name and symbol? There's no trial cave to earn one.

[John chuckles, because he has the feeling Karkat's actually right about that one. He's already planning on pitching the idea of Dave being the godfather, and that, well. He didn't think that needed to be explained.]

No offense, but Gamzee and Terezi are the weirdest of you guys. And yeah, I remember some stuff but...man, don't you guys have books for this?

[Something in John's heart makes it turn to a puddle of gush at the exchange. Never in his life did he think that he'd be hugging a boy who was holding their bucket child and finding the absolute maternal air so fucking fulfilling. Karkat's noises are always pleasantly weird, but these are different, completely so. The distinctly inhuman noises still get to him, and there may be tears later.]

...Can I hold him?

[He almost chokes on his words, and the concern over a name and symbol and what the fuck caves are blown out of his mind. He takes his arm off Karkat and bends his arms in a cradle form, ready to take the grub if Karkat so lets him.]

[Karkat sighs heavily through his nose. John is being culturally insensitive again, although, really, where Terezi and Gamzee were concerned, there seemed to be something way more than culture going on.]

Why the fuck would we have books? Trolls don't raise wrigglers, fucktard.

[But the instincts are definitely still there, because Karkat goes very tense at the idea of having to put his little grub down for any reason whatsoever. He hesitates, makes eye contact with his baby and bumps noses with it and purrs softly, a comforting noise used mostly by young moirails to assure their palemate that they would be protected in whatever came next. The grub makes a little cooing noise that sounds more human than troll, and Karkat begrudgingly hands him over to John.]

One of us has to keep a hold on him or he'll grow up into fucking Eridan. That troll has a serious case of cold feet.

[Which, in troll society, means that their lusus didn't carry them around when they were a grub. Yeah. CULTURAL MISUNDERSTANDINGS, GO.]

[He chuckles nervously at the sigh that usually means Karkat-exasperation, but it gets less nervous and more silly, because oh right he forgot about all that. Trolls were really weird, and he seemed to learn something new (or re-learn, rather) every day!]

Oh...right. Lusi and stuff.

[John's heart does that jumping-for-joy thing again. God. He's going to need to start a video diary of Karkat and baby, this was too cute. He swallows when the weight of the grub is in his arms, and there's a moment of awkward arm moving and handling and oh god. He does what he did when playing with the human babies way back when in the ectobiology lab, and even then he saw that more on TV. He mimics that and Karkat's handling, supporting the baby's head and cradling his body. Okay...bright red infant insect alien with buck teeth acquired.]

Eridan doesn't seem too cold feet-getting to me...maybe a little wussy, but--oh my god Karkat he's looking at me.

[And John is again immediately distracted from the things at hand, because the creature in his arms is staring at him. John smiles in a way he's probably never smiled before, because this is his child and he's never really...had one of those before. He jokingly considered Casey his daughter, but this grub was legitimately his and Karkat's. Without really thinking about it, he rocks on his feet, swaying slightly and shifting his baby hold to accommodate the curves better.]

Man...you're cute, little guy.

[Karkat rolls his eyes, rather dramatically, at John's continuous forgetting of the fact that he was raised by a giant crab monster. Seriously, you'd think that would be the kind of thing he'd remember. It's not like Karkat ever forgets that John was raised by his ancestor, for fuck's sake. It's the kind of cultural detail even Strider remembers.]

I don't know what he's going to fucking do without having to clean up after a big angry animal his whole fucking wriggler-hood.

[Oh, hush, Karkat, we all know you miss your lusus. Your feelings jams with Gamzee happen to be loud enough to be heard through the wall.]

John, are you fucking blind, he's so goddamn needy every fucking second-- oh fuck he knows you're his other genetic donor doesn't he.

[Okay, so, Karkat is officially crying. Like, dripping pink all down his face like a child. He covers his mouth with his hand and just stares at the little cross-species infant wiggling its legs at John and smiling. When John talks directly to him, the grub gurgles softly and turns its head to chew on the fabric of John's shirt, never breaking eye contact with his human father.]

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[John rolls his eyes right back, though with less seriousness and more "oh you". He shrugs at Karkat's concern, deciding he's probably better off not poking at troll stuff again.]

We could give him toys, duh. I think he'd like blocks to pick up and scatter and build with.

[He's about to make some comment about Eridan, but honestly baby is more important and John turns his attention completely to his little grub in his arm, laughing and a little breathless.]

Oh--yeah he...I guess he does, yeah.

[He shifts the grub to be supported with one arm, gently reaching with the other to pet his baby's cheek with the back of his finger. Fuck his shirt, this little guy is looking at him and making adorable sounds and John is so, so taken with his grubbaby.]

He's totally gonna put a hole through my shirt.

[He says with an exact tenderness and loving amount of a proud, endeared parent. He's heard the tone so much from his dad, but it's been years now and it's not like he's actively aware of his father-mimicking. When he looks up, his heart clenches, as it does when Karkat cries, only this time John knows it's not from anger or sadness. He feels a prickling at the inner corners of his eyes and he steps forward, returning his arm to cradle their baby and bending just enough to press a kiss to Karkat's forehead over strands of bangs. He leaves another kiss, and another, and then returns upright. He reaches out to rub at Karkat's tears with his thumb.]

Hey, we're gonna be in this together, maybe we should think of a name?

[Dave is one lonely motherfucker. He's cripplingly unable to express himself emotionally-- what had once been an ironic poker face is now the only way he knows how to interact with people. Maybe it always was. His sword scars and puppet nightmares are something he should talk to a therapist about, but the money he makes DJing barely covers the rent on his unbelievably shitty apartment and food. He's gone without electricity before, when he'd gotten the flu and couldn't work. But overall, he eats better than he did as a teenager, and every once in a while he's on pesterchum at an hour that someone else is. He gets Rose most often-- Jade vanishes for months on end, and John is in college now and is always busy with friends or homework or sleeping at regular human being hours. Dave's pretty used to being in love with him at this point-- he's the only person in the world whose success makes Dave swell with pride instead of nauseous jealously. He misses talking to him every day.]

[That's the thing Dave misses most about being a kid. Even though he's never had much by way of real friends, because he doesn't count the stoner kids in high school as real friends anymore than he does the assholes in middle school who called him the albino freak and chased him(which was honestly pretty hilarious). At least he'd had his online friends to keep him company. He's had trouble making new ones, because he tends to scare off people with the immense amount of bitter he gives off. And his media references are out of date, and he's tired most of the time, and he's pretty sure he's a complete and utter fuckup.]

[But he can still fuck like a champion. The college boy he brought home from the on-campus party he'd DJ'd for last night had whimpered and moaned like a virgin at everything he did. Dave had rewarded him for the ego boost by sucking his dick. They'd both been at least a little buzzed(Dave can't afford enough alcohol to get himself truly drunk anymore, but that's alright, because he still prefers apple juice, if he's honest with himself), but it had still been pretty fucking awesome. And the college boy was a cuddler, and Dave secretly relishes that. He doesn't let the girls he brings home cuddle, too afraid of letting them in, but it's okay with the guys. With the guys, he doesn't have to be quite so scared.]

[But it still surprises him when he opens his eyes to find himself face to face with the more gorgeous blue eyes he's seen since John sent him a picture when they were 14. He hazily reminds himself to try to get another one out of his friend, one of these days.]

[School was hard. It was really hard, and it was harder because he was so far from his dad. He should have been used to it by now, but sometimes he regrets transferring because he can't run home to his bed and Nana's portrait+ashes combo when things get hard. Here, he has to call friends, see them in person, and it's still weird. He'd depended on online interaction for so long, but he was much better now as far as being social went.]

[John had meant to ask Dave where in Texas he lived, if it was in bus distance or even by train, if they could grab lunch sometime. The state was huge, yeah, but there was the chance that they could finally meet in person, just maybe. But this semester was stupidly difficult, so between a 15 hour schedule and trying to pass them all with flying colors, John forgot to ask. Sometimes he forgot he was even in Texas until he took time to actually look around outside; there were more than enough flags to remind him. Dave was never too far from his mind, but just enough for him to let his ideas slip through the cracks.]

[He rarely goes to parties, despite having a thousand friends from all kinds of different programs. They never seemed worth the loss of study time. This one, however, was special, in a way. Well, it wasn't so much "special" as it was a reward to himself for doing well on all of his tests for two week straight and getting all his homework done early. He could afford the loss of two days estimate, so he went all out, taking drinks as they were handed to him, dancing like a dork (he's pretty sure he remembers Jessica trying to initiate some dirty dancing with him, but if she succeeded eludes him), and got convinced to go chat up the DJ. It was probably intended as a prank by his friends in revenge for all the pranks he pulled on them, but the alcohol in his system had him wobbling to the DJ booth, grinning, and reciting some cheesy-ass line without introducing himself.]

[The rest was mostly a blur. During the night with the DJ, he sobered up just enough to let his mind clasp onto the moment, of amazing touches and pleasure he hadn't felt and he was so relaxed. It was wonderful, he remembered moaning and touching the DJ's hair while he--oh god that man's mouth was the bringer of heaven or something. He woke up first, and spent the entire time staring at the boy he was cuddled up to, taking in his features and trying to remember more through the pounding headache. This is the first glimpse of his face that isn't obscured by party lights and alcohol, and he's not just a blur of palepalepale. John startles when he wakes up, and loses his breath.]

[The boy from his foggy, dizzy memories has blaring red eyes, and John is scared to death that the recognition runs deeper than that.]

...Hi.

[Dave spent a very long time never taking his sunglasses off in the presence of others. On some level, it's still a little bit tense to have someone looking right at them, a reminder of the sneering and disturbed questions from kids, but fuck it, nobody cares so Dave doesn't care. The corner of his mouth quirks up, just a little- this guy's cute. Like, really cute. There is no question in Dave's mind as to why he took him home last night.]

Sup?

[He rolls his neck against the pillows and arches his back at little to stretch some of the the sleep out of his joints. He feels fairly at peace, and not just because he got laid last night- something feels really right about this boy. And as awkward as Dave is when he tries to express real emotions, he's pretty chill about morning afters. He reaches over the college boy's shoulders and grabs two sets of frames, dorky glasses and the same shades he's worn since he was 13. He puts the sunglasses on onehanded and uses the other to put the college kid's on.]

Need something to drink? I've got monster amounts of apple juice and the tap water here sucks ass.

[He props himself up on his elbows, letting the blankets fall down to his waist. He's got a scar across his shoulder down just past his nipple from a spectacularly failed strife session and he's not a body builder, he's actually a bit underfed, but the muscle definition is still there. Dave Strider is attractive, no denying it.]

Oh, and, to sum up the usual hangover concerns. Your clothes are chilling out on the floor, campus is within walking distance, I'm free of junk illness, and you were fucking awesome last night.

[He smiles, just a tiny bit.]

So, hummingbird, you gonna tell me your name now?

[John's stomach drops and he wants to puke the moment he sees those sunglasses. He nudges his own to better fit his face as he stares at the blonde boy, and he bites his lip and that is something he hasn't done in years. He knows those sunglasses. He held them in his twelve-year-old hands, put them in a box with a certificate, and sent them to Texas. He knows those fucking glasses.]

[His one-night stand keeps laying on the hints, the facts, everything that describes one boy and one boy alone. He's too cool for words, drinks monster--keyword, right there--amounts of fucking apple Christmas juice, and shit shit shit he just said hummingbird ohhh fuck. John swallows thickly, and suddenly feels way too exposed for anyone's good. Oh god. Of all ways to finally meet his best friend, Dave fucking Strider, in person, it had to be like this.]

[He pushes himself up just enough to get a better angled look of Dave, taking in everything he can. His clothes don't matter, and neither does the campus distance. He's glad about those other three things, those are great, but fuck his life he slept with Dave Strider.]

U-uh...

[John's brain completely skips the introductions, because those are awkward as fuck and John has more pressing concerns on his mind.]

I was gonna pester you, I swear!

[Well. That wasn't the reaction he was expecting at all. Dave had been waiting for embarrassment or disappointment or hungover, but panicked apologies are not any of those things. He raises an eyebrow over his shades, not really sure what's--]

[Wait. Wait. No. No way.]

[Dave's eyes widen to a level that would be hilarious if they could even be seen, and his heart speeds up to a million miles an hour. This. This is a dream. There's no fucking way. Either that, or he's making crazy assumptions that are totally wrong. One of the two. He did not accidentally bed John Egbert. Shit like that doesn't happen.]

H-haha, dude, what are you talking about?

[Oh god, did he just stutter? He hasn't done that since elementary school. It's one of the things that the constant rapping helped with. He feels like he can't even breathe now, though, and he runs a shaky hand through his hair.]

If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were this guy I... haven't seen in person in a long time.

[Jesus, he just paused. Why are his only two social modes "failure" and "block of ice"?]

. . . John?

[The hope in his voice is so fragile and intense that there's almost no way it isn't noticeable.]

[Dave Strider has stuttered, confirmed his fears, and recognized him all at once. Oh fuck. There are so many thoughts running through his head right now, and they range emotionally from excitement to guilt to oh shit to, well, more excitement, only a kind of excitement that's more shy and has been latent for years. Dave is his best friend, has been for years, and is now, uh...his first sexual and drunk experience. He nods, and closes a fist in the sheets covering his body below the hip.]

Y-yeah...

[John waves a little, nervously and with some intent of silliness. Trying to keep things light-hearted, yeah...that's...definitely the idea here. Maybe Dave won't be mad over the whole thing, and he said he was great last night and oh sweet jegus no he is not going to think about that right now.]

Hi, Dave. Nice place.

[He looks like he's about to burst with words and explanations and fuck he's a terrible friend. Why didn't he tell Dave he moved sooner? Why didn't he talk to anyone for months except to say hi I'm alive? God, he screwed up, and now he's been...screwed. By Dave. His best friend. His bro for life.]

[Oh sweet fucking christ. John. This is John. In person. Naked. In his bed. Dave's pretty sure this is a panic attack. His stomach is churning to a dangerous level and he can't. fucking. breathe. He stares at John's face, imprinting it hard into his mind. He's wanted to see him older for so long, and he's desperately in love.]

Fuck.

[He sounds breathless because he feels breathless. Do not cry. Do not cry.]

How is this possible?

[His voice is hoarse and tense and almost desperate. God, he fucked John Egbert last night. Completely by accident, he didn't even get to appreciate it properly. He's frantically affixing the details into his mind because he didn't do it last night.]

You... You're actually here, and... I didn't...

[Wow, you can totally hear the tears in his voice. He's losing it a little, here. Coolkid image, way to function.]

Jesus, why didn't you tell me you were this close?

[It's really hard not to want to curl up and hide away from this mess. There is nothing good that can come out of this, as far as he can see. He's possibly fucked up their relationship as much as he's been literally fucked by his bestie, and he really wants this to end so they can catch up and John can buy the guy some burgers or something, god. He swallows, the guilt eating him from the inside out. Dave sounds as hurt as he feels A+ retarded.]

I was going to! I've just been wrapped up in school and trying to fucking pass, and--fuck, man, I am so sorry.

[John fidgets with the sheets, because he can hear Dave for once, and hear him tear up, and it breaks his heart and he doesn't know what to do about it. He bites his lower lip, nibbling, and he's really afraid he just fucked up their friendship. God, why is such a shitty friend sometimes. Not even just "friend," he's Dave's best friend, as in god tier of friends, the friendiest of friends in friendland. He puts his face in his hands and groans, then drops them and looks at Dave.

Look, uh, I don't know how to make this whole not-telling-you-I-was-nearby-or-whatever thing up to you, but god, I didn't just fuck us up, did I?

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[RP] [OPEN] The Relationship Meme

[ John Egbert | Homestuck ]

12 this will be so ridiculous

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13, sburb-never-happened futureverse

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