Okay, so my other multi-chapter "Let's Read Homestuck" was deleted. For whatever reason, I feel weird not having two multichaps up. Therefore, I'm just gunna start this oneshot series off right now, despite the fact that I was originally going to wait for "Eridan's Ark" to be over first.
If you follow me, I'm sure you remember "Fluffy Stuffy", that pb&j oneshot series, right? It works just like that. One chapter for every one or two lines of the song Demons by Imagine Dragons. Expect mostly pointless fluff with a chance of sadstuck. This time, I'll be doing Dave/Karkat. Assume it's the stereotypical AU of the game being nonexistent and trolls and humans mingling on the same planet in peace, unless I specifically say otherwise. This should be fun. CX
Please review and shit!
Karkat's POV
I wake up to the biting cold of shitty heating in the middle of winter. I'm curled up in a queen-sized bed to the far left side. My roommate and boyfriend of two years, Dave Strider, is in the middle of the bed, with the blanket partially on him and partially falling off the bed.
Shivering, I edge towards him with the plan to pull the blanket in a way that it will cover both him and myself. In my head, this is the perfect plan and will result in nothing but success. Naturally, I'm an idiot for even thinking that something as simple as moving a fucking blanket so I don't freeze to death could be easy.
First and foremost, I'm just barely too small to reach the blanket without somehow disturbing Dave. I remedy this easily enough by putting my hands on the opposite side of Dave. Clearly, this position is way more hazardous than something like getting the fuck off my ass and just walking around the bed and retrieving the blanket the way a reasonable person would, but it's worth not putting my already cold toes on the no doubt colder floor.
When I deem myself stable enough to continue with my blanket-grabbing ventures, I carefully lift my right hand off of the bed to reach for the rectangular source of warmth. This slight shift in weight is enough to make the blonde-headed human murmur in his sleep and roll towards my hand. I hold my breath, close my eyes, and hope he doesn't move again. One more movement on his part could send me toppling. No doubt he would wake up to the noise and see me sprawled out on the floor. I can't let something as stupid as that happen; he would never let me live it down.
After a full two minutes of silence, other than the sound of our breath and his slight, quiet snoring (he refuses to acknowledge any such accusations of snoring even though anyone who has been arround him while he's asleep knows he snores), I make my move. I slowly move my right hand towards the blanket, barely breathing and glancing at the taller boy underneath me every couple of seconds.
Thirty seconds of needlessly slow, quiet movement later, I manage to get a fistful of blanket. I try to pull it towards me, but it's caught on something. Carefully, I rely more on my arms so that I can peer over the edge of the bed. A small hole in the corner of the blanket is caught on the bed frame. Go fucking figure.
Seething, I lean dangerously farther forward. My breath catches in my throat as I feel myself start to plummet towards the floor. Luckily, I manage to catch myself on the side of the bed before I could collide headfirst with the floor. How in the everloving fuck am I supposed to get the blanket now? I'm not even entirely sure how to get up at all much less get warmer along the way.
I sigh deeply, attempting to inch my way back up the bed, praying Dave doesn't wake up. This is probably an even more ridiculous position than if I had just blatantly fallen. At least if I had fallen, I could have used the blanket on the floor as an excuse, but this? There was absolutely no excepatble way to explain it away as somehow being someone or something else's fault. It would all be on me.
Despite being certain I'd fail miserably, I manage to pull myself back onto the bed. I look at Dave to make sure he didn't wake up. As my shitty luck insists, ruby red eyes are blinking up at me in confusion.
An sleepy, unusually thick Texan accent meets my ears. "What're you doin'?"
I look at my hands, face slighlty flushing with embarassment. "Getting the fucking blanket. What else could I possibly be doing, dumbass?"
"Fuck this shit." he mumbles, clearly still tired.
He yanks me down on top of him, putting our faces mere inches apart. With his free hand, he grabs the blanket and pulls it until there's a distinct ripping noise breaking the silence. He tucks the blanket under us, and proceeds to cuddle into my side, nuzzling the top of his head into my neck. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him and his warmth closer to me. He entangles our legs in a way that makes it impossible for one of us to get up without the other's cooperation.
As I said, my plans to get the blanket are stupid. This is way better than stealing some dumb blanket. I have all the warmth I could possibly need.