This is my first publication with a Homestuck fanfiction. I wrote it in response to a prompt by my creative writing class ouo. I'm very new to the fandom, characters, and what-not so I hope I did well this time around. AU character designs based on 4 Chords. Reviews are much appreciated. I use flames for my s'mores. Enjoy!
Your name is Karkat Vantas and you swear to any existing God that you're going to ask your best friend for advice today (and hide your real feelings about him).
"Nice out today, isn't it?"
Your fingers are tapping against your bony arms. You've shielded yourself up from the July breezes that occasion you, brushing up on your exposed shoulder from the asymmetrical tee.
Why do you watch the news again?
"It's all kinds of nice, brother…" Gamzee stretches out an arm and launches into his speech about how 'motherfucking miraculous' everything is.
You tune him out afterward but let your gaze linger on his sun-kissed features, enjoying the mirth in his awkward chuckles.
Just do it, you unstable cuntbag. He isn't going to know what you're talking about.
"Say, fuckass…"
He stops, and just smiles at you with a slight tilt. If he knew what was good for himself he wouldn't fucking do that because you could easily build up some nerve and kiss him.
It's not that hard. He's right there.
Easy.
"You're good at advice giving and shit...so let's say I really like somebody, but they're taken, right?"
"So what are you up 'n waiting for? Tell a motherfucker, brother. He probably won't mind."
"Why? They're taken. Lot of good that'll do."
"Aw, brother, you be up 'n ignorin' the possibility of things…"
He scoots closer. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders seems to indicate he can infuse knowledge into you while gesturing to the skies above.
You're too busy fighting with your complexion. You don't need that blush to show.
"Just 'cause a wicked brother is taken don't up 'n mean nothin'. Sometimes a motherfucker's gotta up and take his chances. Get his instincts on. Know what I'm sayin?'"
"No, you ignoramus shitbag of a friend, I don't."
Why did you like him again?
Oh, that's right. He was handsome, lighthearted. Kind man with faith in the world you detested so. Helpful. Comforts you while you sob in front of the television like the self-loathing bitch you make yourself out to be and doesn't ask for anything more than your companionship.
Nobody else can put up with your loud mouth. This one came along and you're grateful.
"You just, y'know…" He shrugs. How did he get so close to you? You don't remember your lips being this close, nor his hands on your waist. You swore he was still taken. He's can't be into a guy like you.
"Gotta give it a chance, brother. Never up and know, do ya?"
Yeah, you guess you don't. He's got you and your lips are sealed to his, fingers running though untamed ebony curls.
You part and realize how hot it is.
"You, but…Tarvos..."
"Aw, Karbro, I've been up 'n waitin' on ya to make a suggestion like that. Wanted you to give me a pass. Wasn't sure 'til you asked a motherfucker."
"That…was actually clever of you."
"I ain't kickin' the wicked ignorance on this shit. Felt it for a long motherfuckin' time. This motherfucker just up and needed his moment."