An anon asked if I could turn my drabbles into a challenge, like 100 prompts or so.

And I thought, why not?

Dave chewed the inside of his cheek. He had been watching you, Gamzee, and Tavros talk on your picnic. Smiling and laughing at Gamzee's jokes, you were oblivious to Dave. Simply put, he absolutely hated it.

Dave wasn't sure how he was to feel about being jealous of two trolls. He was aware all three of you were just friends.

"Dave. Dave. DAMMIT, DAVE PAY ATTENTION!" Karkat yelled in Dave's ear.

"Holy shit, man," Dave was somewhat irked.

"You just invited me over so you could spy on (Y/N)."

"Bro, what makes you say that?"

"It's pretty obvious, fuckface."

Dave could care less about Karkat's snarky names and more about what you were laughing at with Tavros and Gamzee. You took out your picnic basket and opened it up, revealing an assortment of delicious treats. Holding out samples of food to the two trolls, Dave's fury grows.

He doesn't seem to notice his eye brows are starting to scrunch in frustration.

When you wipe up Tavros' shirt clean of spilt juice, Dave's eye starts to twitch.

When Gamzee urges you to feed him by hand because his hands are "occupied"; Dave begins to fidget.

But as soon as Gamzee tries to offer you that shitty, green-ass pie, Dave's just about had it.

Standing up, he casually walks over to the picnic.

"Dave, where the fuck do you think you're going?" Karkat demands but is ignored.

Gamzee holds the whole pie out to you. With a lopsided grin, he says, "Don't worry, motherfucker, just some pie."

"I-It doesn't look like any kind I've eaten," you stare at it, going cross-eyed as he places it beneath your nose. The stench burns your eyes, tears threatening to spill.

"U-uh, Gamzee? I, uh, don't think that's the best idea ever," Tavros starts to warn Gamzee, but is cut off. "Jus' some motherfucking pie, Tav."

The green sludge looked as if it were coagulating, a sure sign (other than the fact it was green and bubbling) you shouldn't eat it.

"I'm k-kinda full, you can have it, I don't think I could eat another bite!" You attempt at saying, but Gamzee sticks out a fork with a clump of green slob on it. It terrified you, considering the fork was melting the steel spoon. Stainless steel, fuck that.

"Hell yeah, you aren't eating that repugnant shit!"

The familiar voice chimes in, a moment of security shines down upon you as you realize you're saved.

"Dave, he- I mean, what's up!?" You nervously exclaim, stuttering over your words. As long as you get away from Gamzee's "pie", you'll be fine.

Dave puts a hand on your shoulder and whispers, "I'm taking you away from this guy and his fucking slob."

"I-I gotta go, bye~" Dave lifts you up by one arm and leaves with you as you wave bye to the two trolls.

"Next time, you take me to any picnic shiz you go to," Dave says without looking back at you.

"Huh? Only Tavros was meant to come, Gamzee insisted that he join us."

"You are still taking me anywhere you go, I don't want that clown tryin' to feed you that shit."

"I don't think this is about pie."

"What're you talking about?"

"I think you're jealous~~"

You grin smugly at Dave, who's now currently blushing.

"I think I've got every right to be jealous." He turns and looks the other way, a scowl disrupting his usual poker face. Laughing, you latch yourself onto his arm.

"Well, I certainly appreciate your jealousy's timing," you joke.

He can't help but to smile at your more fragile form holding onto his own, that was more muscular. It was always something he liked. He shook away the thought and gently placed a kiss on the top of your head.