A/N: Sorry everyone! I must've took a long time to update. This might not be a great chapter but hell if I don't update. Right?

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Fandomstuck: SuperStuck with Fandomstuck Chapter 4

You are the Homestuck fandom and you are standing, bare naked, with Supernatural, who's also bare naked, in his room, about to take a human bath. You have mixed feelings for this fandom and you have no idea if it's good or bad. But certainly, a part of you thinks this is good.

He opens his closet and hands you a set of clothing and you kindly take it from him. Supernatural leads you to the bathroom and opens the door for you. "Ladies first" he smirks. You stick your tongue out teasingly and proceed inside the hygieneblock, or bathroom. You place the set of clothes down on the counter and sigh. "I can't do this. This is… just a bit rushed" You mutter softly mostly to yourself considering the fact that you're by yourself. You undress yourself and step into the ablution trap (or the shower, as humans call it) and think doubtful consequences as you shower yourself with lukewarm water.

Be the confused brunette

You are now the CONFUSED BRUNETTE who, indeed, is confused. Confused about what? You ask. For starters, there's a lot to be confused about. Like, how did Homestuck end up in your room? Or how did you find out that you were into dudes? And are you really gay for that fandom? You close your eyes and sigh. You could hear the water run as it showered the other fandom. "I don't know where this is going." You mutter, yet again, to yourself. You think it was just for the both of your pleasures. You were drunk, after all. What did you expect?

You groan and drape a coat from your closet over yourself, being aware that you were still nude once the air hit your bare skin. You sit down on your bed and think this through. Right, so you got drunk first of all. Why? Because you found a nasty desire deep down to molest Homestuck through rubbing his horns. ….Yeah, no. That won't convince you enough. As honest as that statement is, you refuse to accept it. Anyways, what happened next? You remember coming down from the high and feeling oddly good. Then, without thinking (how selfish of you), you continued to.. *cough* Yeah.

'What if.. I could pretend this never happened?' You think. Are you serious? That's the worst option you could ever think of! But what would Homestuck choose? Is he going to choose the same option and ignore everything that happened as soon as he leaves your room? Or is this a start of a relationship? You stare absentmindedly onto the soft cushions of your pillows and think about what you said for a second. Unknowingly, you compete on a stare down with the pillows like an idiot being completely unaware of the fandom standing right in front of the bathroom door with his hair dripping slightly. "So…" Homestuck drawls out, looking sideways. You look up abruptly, surprised at the sudden sound, and examine him.

There he was, leaning on the bathroom door, wearing YOUR clothes. Never in your life would you think the thought of him being cute wouldn't cross your mind one day. This was living proof.

Be the leaning dude with horns

You are now the LEANING DUDE WITH HORNS, otherwise known as Homestuck. You are wearing what seems to be your friend's –acquaintance's? Fuck buddy's?– clothes. You raise your head and make eye contact with the other fandom sitting on the bed. Nervous and unsurely, you ask him what's been bothering you in the shower. "What does this make us now?"

Supernatural stands up and walks toward you, hands tugging on his coat as it enclosed his frame. "Look, I know what I did was wrong to take advantage of you," He started as he made hand movements to emphasize his point. "Very wrong" You mutter, looking at him grimly. Supernatural grunted and rolled his eyes. It was obvious enough he didn't like being the bad guy in the situation. "Yeah, I know. So now, I apologize. Maybe we can forget this ever happened and go back to being, I don't know, enemies or f-friends?" He stutters. Supernatural scratches the back of his head and thinks of what he said for a moment.

"Of course, unless you prefer something else." He breaks the eye contact and looks at something else to capture his attention. What you don't know is that his attention is all on you. You think, almost bitterly, and disregard the thought of an early matespriteship with your enemy. You assume you got your feelings mixed up when that happened. You reckon you felt as selfish as he was when both of you engaged in your silly activities so you broke everything off and settled your decision. "I'll take the first option. You were drunk so you probably had no idea what you were doing. But I'm not quite sure I'll forgive you for that." You smirk at him. He gives you a soft smile and replies back. "And I'm not sure if I forgive you for not forgiving me this time" he says.

The smile looked as if it hid the other fandom's true emotion but you ignored it. You nodded slightly and, thinking your conversation was done, headed for the door. You reached your hand to turn the doorknob when Supernatural made you stop. "Wait.." he said. You turn around and raise an eyebrow at him. He gaped at you for a while but recovered as soon as he blinked. "See you around, demon" He stated nonchalantly. It seemed unnatural for the brunette to leave out the venom in his words. You chuckled at the thought and shook your head. You turned around and left the room without saying anything else. Now, what would you do?

Hang out with Hetalia

Hetalia? But you don't see him anywh- Oh, there he is! You watch as your moirail happily skip around the corridors until he stopped and spotted you. "Homestuuuuuck! Veeee, what are you doing standing in front of Nattie's room?" he asks, tilting his head to the side. 'Nattie?' You begin to wonder where he got that nickname. "I-uuuh was roaming around rooms and stopped when I saw you. I didn't even know where I was standing." You gave a shrug. Hetalia smiles and walks to your direction. He grabs your wrist and tugs you as he descends the stairs and into the other room. "Hetalia, wha-" you were cut off when Hetalia froze in his tracks and placed a finger on your lips. "Homestuck, this is the Pokémon fandom! I met him at the meeting. He was a good friend to me, too!" Hetalia smiled and gestured to the fandom who wore a red and white cap, a blue jacket and a green scarf. His hair dark and short.

"Nice to meet you, Homestuck! I'm Pokémon. Geez, I have heard of you from all places. They give me an earful. Once again, it's great to meet you!" Pokémon grinned from ear to ear and greeted you. You smiled back and crossed your arms. "It's great to meet you as well." You greeted back. Suddenly, another fandom bursts in and stares at Pokémon. "There you are! The others are looking for you! Come with me." Kuroshitsuji looks at you and Hetalia, saluting after making eye contact. "And hello to both of you too" she chirped. She grabbed hold of Pokémon and dragged him out of the room. "Heh. Okay then," Hetalia chuckes.

Both you and Hetalia stand in the room alone after Kuroshitsuji dragged Pokémon out of your sights. Sighing, you turn to your moirail. He looks at you and laughs. Your eyebrows knit together, wondering what seemed so funny to him until it occurred to you that it didn't matter so you laugh along. "Ahhh, anything in mind, Homestuck? What'cha want to do?" Hetalia beamed wide and tilts his head towards you. You cast your gaze down and think of something to say. "I know! Let's hang out with HP and see what other spells she can show us! It's pretty cool, veeee?" Hetalia said before you could think of something else. Deciding there was nothing else to do, you nod and pursue after him as he leads you to another are of the huge house where HP was mixing potions of all sorts. You can hear her mutter under her breath as she mixed the hazy cauldron which overflowed with fog.

Many hours in the future but not too many

You exit the room with Hetalia dazed at the tricks and spells HP showed the both of you. Night is coming and you have no intentions of sleeping. Not like you ever slept but most of the time, you spend your sleeping hours in the daytime. Hetalia makes a move to go somewhere else so, having nowhere else to go, you head off to your respiteblock. 'Those were some crazy tricks HP showed us' You think as you recall your moments with her and Hetalia. You climb up the stairs chuckling to yourself when you hear a wooden door close. You look up quickly but not quick enough to bump into someone. "Hey, watch where you're going-!"

You glare right through the person but softened the glare when you see particular brown hair. "Oh, Nat. It's you" You exhale the breath you didn't know you kept in and realized what you called him. Without looking, you could feel the fandom in front of you smirking. "Nat? Where'd that come from, Demon?" He drawled. Suddenly, you have a sudden urge to punch this fandom in the face. Heh, not like you ever felt it before. A dozen times actually. "Same place you got my nickname. The depths of hell." You narrow your eyes and walk away. You could hear him call out to you but you ignore him with a huff. You slam the door to your respiteblock and heave a sigh.

You are the Homestuck fandom and you are staring out onto the night sky with no plans of sleeping at all. You decide to slip into your recuperacoon and feel the slime indulge your body. You smile to yourself but as time passes by, faint images of Supernatural start to cross your mind. Shivering involuntarily, you shake your head to rid the thoughts. "This is going to be a long night" You murmur under your breath. You don't close your eyes but you spend the night thinking about the endless possibilities you and your moirail could do the day tomorrow.