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Fandomstuck: SuperStuck with Fandomstuck Chapter 2

You were cut off when a certain raven-haired female fandom came knocking your door down. Not literally. She wore fake blue ears on a headband, a black shirt with her fandom's character in front, a red skirt, red shoes, white gloves on either hands, and blue lipstick plastered on her lips. She stops in her tracks when she saw the situation you were in. Her eyes widen before she apologizes and hurriedly leaves the room. "Shit..." Supernatural mutters a soft curse and you stare at the door for a moment.

You are Homestuck and you have no idea what your friends will think of you now. Will Sonic tell the others? You hope not.

You look back at the fandom straddling you and inspect the position you both were in. It was embarrassing, you admit, but the look on Supernatural's face could not have been better. Thinking quickly, you wriggle your arms to get his attention. He looks at you and raises an eyebrow. "What?"

"Mind if you got off me now or do you prefer being on top of me where others might think of it the wrong way?" Your voice seems to leak sarcasm from it as you imitate his expression and raise an eyebrow. You watch him sigh and, finally, releases your wrists. He gets off you and leaves the room without another word.

You sit up and dust yourself off from the floor. You look at the door Supernatural used and shook your head. "Stupid guy" You mutter and head towards the door yourself to find the Sonic fandom. You walk out and see one long hallway. Beside it are the stairs that lead to the first floor. If you haven't noticed, you have your own respiteblock, or room, on the second floor.

Other rooms are to be located on the other side of the hallway and upstairs. You walk down the hallway and stop in front of the third door on your left. The sonic symbol embedded on the door tells you that this is Sonic's room. You knock three times and stand there when the fandom opens her door. "Oh, Homestuck! Yeah, sorry about barging in on you and Supernatural earlier" She apologizes and rubs the back of her head.

Convince Sonic

You shake your head no and raise your hands as if stopping her. "No, you got it wrong! Supernatural was being the jerk he was and sprayed salt in my eyes again. Then he tackled me to the floor" You convince her and hopefully, she gets it. Sonic opens her mouth to an oval shape as if saying "Oh".

She tilts her head at you and smiles. "Okay then. But just in case, I'll knock next time" She winks before closing the door on your astounded face. 'No! She should really understand that I don't like Supernatural! Not a single bit.'

You didn't realize how long you were standing in front of her door until Hetalia walked past you and ended up poking you on your shoulder. "Veee~ Homestuck? Are you alright?" Hetalia placed both his hands on your shoulder and shook you steady. You jolt from the sudden contact and relaxed when you realized the hands were owned by Hetalia. Not some stereotypical paranoid angel who thinks you're a demon.

"Great, just dandy. Supernatural gave me another one-way ticket to Salt Town" You frown upon remembering the stinging feeling on your pupils. You whip around and receive a shoosh pap from Hetalia. "Shoosh there, little one" He coos and continues to pat your head, careful not to touch your candy corn horns. You unconsciously purr at the feeling and thank your moirail after patting your head.

"Geez, Homestuck, I gotta go. I have to meet up with Dangan Ronpa and SnK for some meeting they organized with all the anime fandoms. See you later~" You watch your moirail bounce off your view and you smile. It's nice to have a good moirail as Hetalia. You turn a corner and down the stairs to see what the others are doing.

Check On Others

Sherlock Holmes is reading a book on a lone couch, MLP is busy talking to Harry Potter, and there's this other female fandom with a star on her left hand and wears a blue coat. For a minute, you thought Supernatural has gone crazy and cross-dressed as girl. You shiver from the thought and disregard the memory. Delete memory? Hell to the fucking yes.

Ah, now you remember. She's Kuroshitsuji. You recall a time where she tried to get close to Supernatural but he kept his distance away from all the "demonizing", he says. You decide you aren't going to hang out with these fandoms and enter the other room where a couple fandoms were doing their thing. And I mean their thing.

EDM was banging his head back and forth to the loud dubstep that emerges from the stereo he always carries. Gravity Falls is hanging out with Adventure Time who was carrying the map one of them found. You hear MLP shuffle in the room and decide that staying in the other room would be a better idea than staying here. So you walk back to the previous room and sit on a separate couch from Sherlock, assuming that you didn't want to disturb him from his reading session.

But then again, who gave a shit, right? You grab the remote that magically appeared beside you and press on the red button to whirl the television to life. You flip through different channels when you find something that took your interest. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Sherlock shake his head, close the book he was reading, and stood up to leave you in piece. You ignore him and entice yourself with the television.

You mute your surroundings and didn't hear the feet walking towards you from behind. You were busy being caught up that the moment you saw the shadow casting over you, you failed to avoid the hands that came down and held a grasp on both of your horns. You jolt up from the sudden contact and bit your lip to calm your nerves down. 'This asshole clearly has no idea how—'

"So, demon, I heard you got a chance to talk to the infamous Sonic. What did she say? Did she misunderstood?"

You grit your teeth as soon as you recognize the damned voice who was behind you, holding your sensitive spot per se, your horns. You leave his question unanswered and focus on calming yourself down. He notices your unmoving reaction and pulls on your horns to turn your face towards him. 'Crap..'

Keep Calm

"Hey, De- Homestuck, what's wrong with you?" Supernatural cocked his head forward to inspect you closer. To decrease your embarrassment, you close the lid of your eyes and block him out from your sight. But his touch seems to increase your senses. Shit.

You almost forgot what Doctor Who told you. Once you close down one of your senses, the others become powerful. And eyesight is one of them. You open your eyes abruptly and stare at the dark round orbs of Supernatural's eyes.

And...

"Are you okay?" The male fandom inclines a few inches away but kept his hold on your really sensitive horns. Really sensitive horns that seems to really turn you on, like, really. Okay, I'll stop. "C-can you get your hands off my horns?.. Hnn, they aren't handle bars to be gripped like that" You gulped and clutched the sofa with your hands as you feel your body get flustered for holding out that long.

"Hmmm... And why should I?" He rubs and twists his grip on your horns. You growl deep and clutch on the sofa so hard, that you may have a possibility of tearing the skin off. 'This bulgesucker is gonna pay'

Well... Crap.

"Nggghh.. F-fuuuck. Stop. Mmm" You curse yourself mentally. Supernatural stares at you wide eyed and his mouth drops a little. You glare at him like you're throwing daggers at a dangerous velocity of speed at him menacingly and bite your lip.

You just had to release those at the perfect time.

Someone had to tell him either way!

In that way?

Shut up! I wouldn't have said it like that if it weren't for him gripping me like a handle bar on a dumbbell!

Exactly. Take advantage on the situation beforehand, will you?

Aaaaagh!

There goes your mind debating over about the case you're in. You don't feel his hands let go, instead, you feel them rub on your horns more as they slowly go up and down. You gasp and turn your head away. "W-what the h-aahh" You moaned as soon as you spoke. Gogdamn troll horns. "Aren't you going to stop?" You took your chance and ask the devil -or angel- himself.

You receive silence as reply. The only noises in the room are emitted from you as you pant. Good thing the others don't hear you. Or do they?

Jump To Conclusions

What if they were hiding behind that door and they heard everything? What if they were recording every sound you were making right now and they were going to let Hetalia listen to it and he might think of you the wrong way, thus breaking your moiraillegiance with him?

No. Get a hold of yourself, Homestuck. Of course they won't do that. You were so entranced in the feeling that you didn't feel Supernatural sit beside you and recline his head forward. When you did, you turned your head and found yourself a few inches away from his lips.

Both of you stare into each others eyes without a word. He lets go of your horns and stands up. "I-I have to go" He then speeds walk out of the room and leaves you. You stand up as well and refresh your memory. Supernatural. Holding your horns. Moaning.

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"Wait, what the fuck?!" You grit your teeth as you planted a palm on your face. 'Why- How?!' You raise your foot and kick the couch several times before calming down. You kick it one more harsh time and proceed to go up your room.

You grumble to yourself and slam the door close as you enter your respiteblock. You are not falling for Supernatural. He stays as your kismesis and always will. Your hatred for him will never vanish.

You sure about that?

The little voice in your head says. You nod your head as you scream, "YES!"

A/N: Hey, sorry if I got any mistakes. My laptop abruptly closed down Mozilla, where I was typing the story down, and I panicked. I opened it up again and checked to restore the previous session and I was BEYOND happy to have it there! You have no idea how happy I am~