Okay, I just got done reading stuff, it's two am and I'm watching SuperFruit. I'm gonna dance to Bad Apple after this because WHY THE HELL NOT. So I'm bored and don't have any ideas for Riotstuck at the moment (I'm in the middle of the next chapter though!) so I guess my last resort is the 30 Day OTP Challenge! DAVEKAT, MY GAY BABIES! Halfway in the writing this, I actually cringed at how unrealistic it sounded, but I went with the flow I guess... God, I suck at plot.

Your name is Dave Strider and going to your step-sister's engagement party started out thirty percent fun, seventy percent torture, then the number flipped. Maybe the fact that the person that you had a very uncool crush on during high school talked to you and convinced you to let him move in with you was a part of that seventy percent.

You had just got done talking to one of the soon-to-be wives, Kanaya, and then a a familiar face popped up. "Hey Dave." he said. You turned around and saw your old high school crush, Mr. Karkat Vantas. Fuck. "Oh, 'sup Vant-ass?" What the fuck?! "Ha ha. Punny as ever, Strider." Oh thank fucking god. "So... What're you doin' here?" You asked awkwardly, cringing really painfully on the inside. "Um... Kanaya is kind of my closest friend? Why wouldn't I be here?"

Shit, this is like playing a video game where if you say the wrong thing then the character just says something to make you feel stupid. "Oh, yeah, yeah. Sorry, I'm just a bit... I, uh- I'm pretty fucked up at the moment to put it simply." You do believe you can get away with that since that is at least the truth in context. "Well then. That's nice to know." Karkat rolled his eyes after making his second sarcastic remark of the night. "So... how's college going for ya?" You asked as we sat down at the nearest table.

"Oh, I kind of... dropped out. I'm in culinary school now, though, so I guess all is well." The man that you felt you practically towered over sighed and looked away for a few seconds before his eyes going back to your face. "That's cool man, at least you get to do something you like." Karkat had always had an amazing skill in cooking and you envied him for it. You, unfortunately, are older than him and have already graduated from college and now spend your days either sitting your lazy ass down playing video games, going to cons with your brother or in a coffee shop. That shit was torture with the entire hardcore side of the Harry Potter fandom asking for butterbeer when that is not even even on the fucking menu.

Karkat smiled. Oh no, high school feelings, get the fuck out. You decided to get up and get some wine for the both of you. What else could be better than getting tipsy and having an excuse for being a weirdo? Sounds like a plan to you!

A while later, Karkat had stopped drinking wine before you because he doesn't have a high tolerance for alcohol like you do. Ah, having excuses.

"Hey, Dave... so... I had a question that I was planning on asking you, say, I ran into you here." Karkat said, twiddling his thumbs.

"Mkay. Lay it on me, Karkles." You reply, taking another sip of wine and still being classy as fuck. "Well, I was wondering if you've had enough space in your apartment for me to move in? You are actually the last person I'd come to for something like this since you were my best bro in high school, but I guess you are my only option left." You stayed silent, just staring at the brunette through your shades. There was no wall in hell he actually asked you that. Was there a way? What has Jane put in her brownies? Were you tripping? You didn't know.

Karkat sighed. "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have asked I-" "No, no, I'm just wondering... why do you need an apartment?" He huffed in annoyance. "Well, Gamzee decided it would be fun to spend our fucking rent money on getting stoned. Like, really! Remember kids, don't do fucking drugs. You'll end up being kicked onto the streets by your landlord!" He threw his hands in the air dramatically and mumbled some more curses directed at Gamzee. "Ah, well... maybe if you could help pay rent, yeah, then that'd be great! Dirk just moved out with Jake so I guess I'll need some more help and shit." You replied without a second thought.

How the fuck did your conversation turn into that? The world will never know, said the Tootsie Roll Pop owl.

A few weeks later, Karkat was all settled in to your apartment. Of couse, it seemed almost unrealistic for it to have been happening. Oh chocolate wine, why does it do such things to you? He insisted on walking through the park that afternoon since he used to do it every day before having the whole rent issues thing happened, then he'd have to work all day and then go straight home to sleep.

"I would've never thought you were one to enjoy walks, Strider." Karkat commented while you walked past some flower beds. "Yeah, well, I was and still am a photographer if you didn't remember, so I do enjoy the flora and fauna of the world. It's part of my lifestyle and makes up my hipster witchcraft." You used that last line ironically since Karkat had once said it, making him chuckle lightly. "Shut up, you idiot." He said jokingly. You looked down at your hands... He's just walking so fucking close to you and your hand. Grab his hand. Just do it. Stop being a fucking wuss right now, goddammit! And...

Awkward brush against the hand is awkward.

Karkat looked up to you with an eyebrow raised. "What?" You ask innocently. "Um... nothing."

Try. To. Stop. Being. A. Fucking. WUSS.

Another graze on his hand and you are totally losing your cool. Like, what the fuck, Strider? You are DAVE MOTHERFUCKING STRIDER. YOU CAN DO THIS.

"Are you trying to hold my hand?" Karkat finally questioned. "It's cold out here." You shrug. He groaned and complied.

Hell fucking yes.

I am so sorry I can't... I just... fail. so hard.