Some random JohnDave fluff I started writing the other day, when I should have been writing the TavrosGamzee one-shot one of my most helpful story reviewing friends(and the reason I'm into Homestuck) had requested... I will eventually get there... so far it only has 2 lines...
Also I am still working on the next chapter of DJ's Assistant, so just chill your nooks, I'll have it hopefully by the end of the week... as well as the 1st chapter of one of my other friends requests... which I shall not get into in this author note, or I would probably have to change the rating...
anyway if you like whats here I'll write 1 or 2 more parts... its gonna be pretty short... Dave comforting John, John cowering, storm being loud and scary as all hell, snuggles, maybe some sweet caring words, fall asleep together, and in the morning the sun is shining and theres birds chirping... short... so ya... I'll let you read this now...
Thunder cracked overhead making John let out a terrified squeak as he clung tightly to Dave's arm.
Carefully shifting the cowaring teen so that he we curling in against Dave's chest. Pulling closer John whimpered as another strike shook the house.
Tightening his arms protectively around him, Dave rested his chin gentally on the top of John's trembling head.
"Shhhhh... Nothing is gonna hurt you." Dave murmered reassuringly, stroking a hand through John's mess of black hair trying to comfort him.
John whimpered again trying to pull himself closer, but had stopped trembling. Until without warning the storm cracked again making John's bedroom windows rattle.
John began trembling again, his eyes shut tight, face buried despite the hard plastic frames of his glasses pressing painfully into it.
The storm was beating relentlessly on the window and roof, so hard it sounded like rocks pelting the house. The wind pulling, pushing, and tearing at the tree out front, producing strained groans from the wood just loud enough to hear over its howl. Bright flashes of lightening, bathing everything in an almost unnatural glow for barely seconds, before being followed by an explosion of thunder.
Since the power had been knocked out an hour earlier, the only source of light was from the flashes of lightening that filtered in through the drawn blinds. It threw shadows around the room, giving a strobe view.
John's deskchair lay on the floor toppled earlier when the storm had startled him. He'd been on Pesterchum with Dave, who'd almost made it to the Egbert household when the sky had opened up, making him have to run the rest of the way. As it was he'd had to put his drenched clothes into the dryer, which then promptly died with the rest of the power.
Thankfully John had had something that fit comfortablly or Dave would have had to spend the night in nothing but his shades and a pair of slightly damp boxers. When Dave had pointed that out, John hadn't been able to stop giggling. Well not until a loud clap of thunder made him practically leap into Dave's arms. Which under normal circumstances Dave would have teased him for, if not for the genuine look of terror in his best friend's sky blue eyes.