A/N: I'm putting a timeskip to the party because, hell, why wouldn't I? And I currently have Writer's Block. I'm sorry if this chapter didn't come out well and was rushed. I think I have one more chapter to go before this fanfic ends but I'm not sure.

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Fandomstuck: SuperStuck with Fandomstuck Chapter 6

You are the Homestuck Fandom and your kismesis just asked you to go to the party with him tonight. And when you say kismesis, you mean the uncanny douchebag who used to spray salt in your eyes and wondered if that bastard will ever do it again

Hours In The Future But Not Many

The floors vibrated as the music pounded in the speakers. Fandoms danced to the music and others hung out with their buddies. Although, instead of doing the same stuff these guys were doing, you decided to sit on the couch with your kismesis, engaging in awkward silence. Not literally since, as mentioned before, the music can be heard a thousand miles away. Neither of you have talked to the other after SPN picked you up from your respiteblock. You watch as Hetalia and that other fandom talk to each other. Laughing and smiling. Why did he have to hang out with Sonic while you had to hang out with demon freak?

Despite the loud noise, the tension between you and your kismesis seems to overcome the pounding music. Doctor Who was now drunk off his ass. His fez lay crooked on the top of his head as he yell "Allons-y!". Sherlock was being congratulated by other fandoms. The others, you just don't really care right now.

"Soooooo, how're my two buddies?" One arm latched onto your shoulder and a body slipped between you and Supernatural. AT's other arm was hooked around the other's shoulder. "We are not your buddies" SPN said. You stay quiet in hope of the other fandom leaving.

In fact, you don't know whether you want Adventure Time to stay or not. If she did, the tension would continue growing until it suffocates you. On the other hand, if she didn't, she'll probably talk both of you into conversing with each other. "Did SPN finally have the balls to ask you out?" AT grinned and turned to you. You froze and gaped at her. You were about to spit back a reply when Supernatural beat you to it.

"I asked him to go with me as a close acquaintance. So what?" he rolled his eyes.

AT turns to him then back at you. "Then why aren't you guys talking to each other? Jeez, tense much?" she laughed and unhooked her arms from your and Supernatural's shoulder. "Yeah, why wouldn't you, Supernatural? You're the one who asked me out" You tilt your head and narrow your eyes at the other fandom. He glares back and crosses his arms. "I'm sorry if this date isn't going so well, honey. My apologies. Tell me, what's your favorite color?" sarcasm dripped from his words as he looked at you.

"Whoa, no need to be snarky" AT looked at us back and forth. "Seriously, as lovers, how do you tolerate each other?" she raised an eyebrow in question. "I have no mOtHeRFUCK1NG idea" You scowl and rub your forehead in frustration. "And we're not lovers!" SPN exclaimed. "Yet" AT grinned at the both of you. You groan in defeat and nudge her. "Don't you have other friends to talk to?" You said. "I do. But you dudes have to have fun! It's a party! C'mon, no party-poopers" she nudges you back and places an arm around you and the winged fandom.

You hear SPN groan as he stood up from his place. For a second, you thought he was going to give up and leave but as he makes his way to sit beside you, the thought vanishes. "I can't tolerate your touchy gestures" he looked pointedly at the female fandom. She laughs and a manic grin spread on her face. You look at her suspiciously. Remembering your position, you shift uncomfortably beside the demon– angel– whatever fandom. Your eyes go wide as AT scooted closer and pushed you into Supernatural's personal space. Actually, personal space isn't the word to use with the close proximity you and Supernatural are in.

You mistakenly turn your head towards the other fandom. The brunette was caught off-guard by the action and accidentally placed his hands on your waist. From behind you, you could hear the boisterous laugh emitting from AT's mouth. You feel your face burn with embarrassment and glare at the other fandom. "Look at you! Both of you are so in for it for each other" she grabbed her stomach and fell off the couch, laughing.

SPN suddenly tightens his grip on your waist, probably trying to contain the irritation he's feeling towards the other.

Die From Embarrassment

This is how it all ends. You, watching AT roll on the floor as she laugh and being in Supernatural's arms suspiciously long enough for him not to push you away yet. You just want to bury your head and hide from the world forever. That being said, you unconsciously nuzzle your head in the crook of SPN's neck. His body stiffens beside you and his breath hitches. Adventure Time's giggling and cooing did not go unnoticed, however.

"Awww! Is someone a little shy?" she teased. You furrow your eyebrows as you feel your face heating up. Feeling your uneasiness, your kismesis(?) snaked his arms around you protectively.

Supernatural hardened his glare at her. "AT, shut up" he hissed. The latter immediately quieted. You don't hear her talking anymore but you refrain from looking back, afraid that she'll see the red hue starting to spread on your cheeks. You breathe in the scent of the fandom wrapping his arms around you and sigh. You can feel his steady heartbeat and the way his chest slowly expands as he breathes.

The conversation finally ceased. You can only feel the arms wrapping around you and the music blasting off the speakers. You stabilize your breathing and slowly regain your posture. You lean away a bit and your hands made their way up to the brunette's shoulders. They stay there as you stare at the dark orbs known as his eyes. For a second, no one said a thing. You want to look back to see what happened to Adventure Time but SPN held you tightly to your place.

"Are you okay?" he asks suddenly. You blink, seemingly lost in a trance for a while, before replying, "Are you okay?" he raises an eyebrow in confusion.

"Uhhh… I mean" You look down to where you're physically contacting each other with his arms around you. A look of understanding crosses his face but doesn't let go. If you were being honest to yourself, which of course, you never are, you could feel him hugging you closer. "You were pretty embarrassed and AT was probably making you uncomfortable so I uhh.." He trailed off and looked around, trying to avoid eye contact.

You realize what he just said. Did he care about you? As the other fandom avoids your eyes, you take your time to examine his face. SPN looked nervous and his dark orbs darted around aimlessly. The way his dark locks frame his face and how his cheeks are turning rosy pink. Gog, you sound like a schoolgirl. You mentally slap yourself reminding you that you are to never fall for him!

Unknown to your consciousness, your eyes start to stare down at his lips. SPN, sensing someone looking at him, turns his head towards you. Your vision snaps back up and meets his eyes. The argument you had with yourself moments ago vanish as you stare down at him. You never realized how his eyes are a dark shade of brown. Catching on to your thoughts, you try but fail to rid those thoughts. Seeing as though he wouldn't let you go, he might sort of not mind having you in his arms for a while. Just a bit. Not that you're protesting but it is nice having Supernatural around when he's not being a complete douchenozzle.

"What?" he asks you.

You recall the recent events that happened and how you ended up completely squeezed beside him. "Why'd you snap at AT when she was teasing me?" you ask bluntly. With your hands on his shoulders, you could feel him tense suddenly. "I don't know. I care about you, I guess. I mean, you looked like you were about to cry anyways" he smirked. You glowered for a moment. Oh, you are definitely taking back the 'having SPN around is nice'. But then your lips curled upwards mockingly. "You care about me?" you shift in your position since you felt numb after sitting uncomfortably. Having to face Supernatural and almost as if on auto-pilot, you settle down on his lap.

"Not you, specifically. Our non-existent friendship" he scoffs. The way he stared at his lap almost intently made his reply sound a bit more dazed than retorted. "I feel flattered about your non-existent feelings towards our non-existent friendship. How thoughtful of you" You mocked. Your hands slide down his back as you shift closer. Supernatural's eyes widen as your bodies united; the warmth spreading to both your chests.

"If we have a non-existent friendship then what do we have that exists to both of us?" you whisper. Having him this close should make him hear you clear enough even with the other fandoms talking to each other or through the music that resonated around the room. "Each other?" he rolled his eyes and grinned. A blush starts to form on your face as you look at his dazzling smile. Gog, it isn't supposed to be this mesmerizing! When did you, Homestuck, start to fall for your good-for-nothing kismesis?

You have the urge to lean forward and just kiss him. Grrrrrr. Why did he have to be so irresistible! Your arms felt weighed down as you drape them on his shoulders. You inch closer while maintaining eye contact with the other.

Just Kiss Damnit

No. You can't do this. This is wrong. What if you misread the signals he's been giving? You try so hard to ignore the fluttering feeling in your chest but you can't. It's as if something is weighing you down. Literally. Almost literally. Wow, when did you get heavy? Blinking your owlish eyes, the space between you and your kismesis(?) close as your lips collided with his. Your think pan is in a haze. You don't know what's real anymore. Your eyes droop low as you move your lips slow and passionately against his. Supernatural, recovering from his recently frozen state, reluctantly moved against you.

"See? Now that wasn't so bad!"

A familiar voice chirped behind you. You recognize it as Sonic and you suddenly whirl around. The fandom had one arm suspended in the air and she was smiling at you. Putting your think pan into action, you realize she was the one who pushed you to kiss him. You say nothing but you gawk at the now laughing girl. "I- what- you just-"

"Oh, hush. It was bound to happen one way or the other" She smiled. You frown and retract your arms from Supernatural to cross them on your chest. "I feel betrayed" you mutter. A laugh came from the other side of you and you look up to see your moirail. "She's right, ya' know. I should've seen it coming" Hetalia smiled. Feeling like a tomato, you turn around and bury yourself against Supernatural's chest.

For the first time in your fandom life, you hear the brunette laugh. You look up at him and raise an eyebrow. "What's so funny?" he brings a hand up to your face and cups your cheek. You feel the way his eyes bore into yours as if he never wants you to look away. You subconsciously lean forward and your lips met again. You could've sworn you felt him smile when you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You are Homestuck and you have no idea what's happening to your quadrant. At first, you thought this was platonic and hateful friendship. Kismesis, whatever. But now, you're just plain confused. Has your kismesis become your matesprite?