Your name is Karkat Vantas and you have a sneaking suspicion that Dave Strider might have the hots for your boyfriend. At first you just assumed that he and John had to spend some regular 'Bro time' together. You were somewhat okay with this since it gave you a day to yourself which you could use to see how everyone back home was doing. But today is Saturday. You and John always spend Saturday together. It's a fucking tradition between you two. Saturdays have always been the days where you and John go on a date to a small café to have coffee and catch up on things you didn't have the time to talk about during the week. After that you would bicker about where you would go next until you two ultimately decided on a place you would both enjoy. After spending the day together, you would come home and snuggle under blankets and use each other as pillows as you took turns watching Nicolas Cage films and Romcoms.
But that apparently wasn't happening today considering you woke up to an empty bed a half-full pot of coffee and a sticky not attached to your fridge reading 'Hey Karkat, gone out with Dave for the day. I'll call you when I can to check in. Enjoy your day off! I'll be home before movie night commences. Love, John.' That was just fucking great. Your boyfriend was out with the guy you can't fucking stand.
Honestly, you fucking tolerated him enough as it was when you had your group outings but when this insufferable prick tries to steal your boyfriend of two years that's where you draw the god damn line. And John, John doesn't even realize what the fuck is going on here! He's such a fucking idiotic shit stain that sometimes he makes you want to pry your own fucking vascular pump from your stupid chest so you are incapable of the amount of pity you feel for John fucking Egbert.
Okay, so maybe you're over reacting just a little. That doesn't mean it doesn't piss you off. Now you're left here in this empty fucking apartment until your stupid Matesprite gets home so you two can cuddle and talk about the shit you were supposed to talk about at fucking brunch this morning. You're not even sure why you're this fucking upset. You're usually somewhat fine with the kind of shit Strider pulls. But this is just unbelievable.
You suspect that the main reason for your extreme bitterness isn't in fact Dave. While he is the cause of it, the main reason you're upset is that John doesn't even notice. He never fucking notices. He hasn't noticed how Dave feels about him let alone how you feel about Dave's grubby little paws all over the stupid buck-toothed asshole. You hated how naïve John was. Then again, he was always like this. Even when something is painstakingly fucking obvious he never fucking notices the fruity rumpus going on around him.
You're starting to think John Egbert would've made a better Kismesis than a Matesprite because right now, you fucking hate him.
A/N: Wow, Okay filler much. It just needed an update. A poll is now up on my profile of who you all would like to see more of in this story! I will take the majority whenever I feel like updating but, the poll will remain open until a second poll in reinstated as to how you want the story to end. Until then show me the loves you have for your couples! Critiques and Reviews are welcomed~