Your name is Karkat Vantas, and there are two stupid fucking reasons as to why you will not be sleeping tonight. Reason one being your asshat of a roommate has his turntables up so loud you can FEEL the fucking SHEETROCK vibrating around you. Reason two being you have an essay due tomorrow in first period for biological science. Reason two brings you back to reason one. YOU CANNOT CONCENTRATE WITH THIS SHIT DENTING UP YOUR THINKPAN!

You slam your pen down on your desk in rage. How are you supposed to be fucking productive with that asshole blasting shit in the other room? You ponder whether or not you should just blow him up with a barrel of gunpowder and make sure he never keeps you from working again... You chuckle at your thought. With your lack of luck you would probably end up blowing your self up instead of your douche roommate.

You groan and rub your eyes as you stand up and cross the room to your door. You have a lot of yelling to do.

You bust into his room Kool Aid man style! Okay not really. The door was cracked a little so you just kind of slammed it open. Of course Dave doesn't notice due to the loud ass NOISE pumping itself into his thick ass skull of NOTHING. You march across the room and pull the plug from the wall connected to his turntables. Thanks gog that shit is off. Dave turns towards you and raises an eyebrow behind his aviators.

"Can you turn that shit off?!" You yell at him.

"Yes, of course I can Karkitty." He walks across the room to where you are and takes the cord from your hand. You try to grab it back but he uses his free hand to grab your and pin it on the wall above your head.

"What the fuck Strider?!" you scream. He looks you up and down then settles on your eyes. "Don't touch my shit Karbro. We've been over this." he lets go of your arm goes to plug the cord back into the wall. You feel your face get warm and furrow your eyebrows. This idiot...you lean over and take the cord back out and hug it to your chest.

"Aww hell naw Karbro...we're about to have a problem if you don't drop it." he says.

"I am not letting the fuck go until you agree not to play that shit or at least plug the fucking headphones in so I can concentrate!" you yell at him.

"Not happening" he states simply and comes up behind you wrapping his arms around your stomach, which the cord is being held so tightly against, and lifts you up like you weigh less than air.

"Wh-What the ever loving FUCK!?" you scream and he throws you on his bed, jumping on you afterwards.

He looks you straight in the eyes, or you at least think he is, "Give. Me The Chord. Back." he demands.

"N-No way! I need to finish my essay so kindly get the fuck off." He mutters and blushes bright pink.

Dave whispers "Okay then we'll have to do this the hard way..." he places his knees on either sides of your hips and leans his head towards your ear.

"You made a mistake by not giving it back..."you can feel his breath on your neck and shiver. He hovers hands over your neck and lands on your chin. He tilts your head back with his hand and bites your neck. Your eyes go wide and you clutch the cord close. He licks the spot he bit and moves lower to your collar bone doing the same. He tugs at your shirt and you lose it.

"WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK ARE YOU DOING STRIDER?! GET THE FUCK OFF?!" you yell and you shut your eyes tight. He sighs and moves his hand to yours, which is clinging to the cord. "Plug that in the wall or I'll plug me in you." he says with a snicker.