Two updates within a month of each other? Holy shit, it's like the good old days! You know, back when I'd update biweekly. And then summer started and I gave up.
School started again, and my schedule isn't miserable. I've been keeping up on my homework for the most part (I missed like half of an econ assignment because I didn't fucking understand, but hey, y'know), so that's good. Meanwhile, I've been able to video chat with my boyfriend a bunch lately and oh my god he's so frickin' cute I just can't handle it. Only about five hundred more dollars and I'll be able to visit him next summer~ I'm pumped as frick.
On another note (obligatory Sims paragraph), I'm figuring out The Sims 4 Create A Sim, and it's so fucking good. I finally figured out how to make guys look some ethnicity other than Asian without starting with a female and making a male twin after the face has been finished. That, of course, resulted in the idea to make genderbends of everyone. I've made about a billion Sims already, ranging from a shitload of Homestuck characters to my headcanon armorless manifestations of the RvB characters. Pics of Karkat and Sollux are on the same link on the Thigns & Sutff page on my Tumblr (achievement-tooths). ALSO MY GRANDMA OFFERED TO BUY ME THE SIMS 4 HOLY SHIT. I PRE-ORDERED AND GOT THREE BONUS DLC PACKS AND ALSO THE SOUNDTRACK AND HOLY DANG I CAN'T WAIT OH MAN.
IT'S GREAT, BY THE WAY. I'M PLAYING AS GRIF AND SISTER AND IT'S WONDERFUL I LOVE IT.
EDIT: Jesus Christ it's like I didn't fucking edit this thing at all I'm so sorry for anyone who read it before I fixed the fifteen spelling mistakes and other grammatical errors.
CHAPTER THIRTY HYPE! Short chapter, terribly sorry, but if it's any consolation, the next chapter should be the last, and bonus, you all get an epilogue as well! Excite?
The aftermath of Thanksgiving proved to be nothing to worry about, aside from the occasional call from a family member to congratulate us on getting together, thanks to Terezi's gossip. It was hardly a new development, but that certainly didn't stop them. The only person who had a problem with it was Latula, and it wasn't so much a problem with us as it was she was having a difficult time getting used to the idea. She was getting there, though apparently, she'd been the only one who hadn't harbored suspicions, which I wouldn't have guessed initially, though it made more sense the more I thought on it.
Meanwhile, finally broken out of my bullshit depression, I started putting more effort into my job. I thought I was doing good, making a comeback of some kind — though that generally implies I was doing well before, which I certainly wasn't. Just when I thought my pathetic lack of work ethic from before would be overlooked in light of my new outlook, I found myself called into the manager's office when my shift ended one afternoon, shaking hands and all.
"Hello Karkat," she said as I walked in, offering a brief wave. While everyone else wore burgundy polos under the brown Beverly's apron in the color scheme of the restaurant, she wore one in cyan, both to distinguish her as manager and as a personal preference.
"Uh. Hey."
"Take a seat, won't you?"
"Oh, yeah. Okay," I mumbled, taking a seat.
"Don't worry, you're not in trouble." Her tone made me feel like I was back in school, getting sent to the principal's office. "I actually wanted to commend you. When I first hired you here, I had my doubts, naturally, as any employer would of a new hire. I'm sorry to say that I was sorely disappointed by your performance." I tried not to let my annoyance show in the twitch of my eye, but there wasn't much I could do about it. She pretended not to notice and carried on. "However, lately, I've noticed an increase in effort on your part, and that gets me the results I want to see." She flashed me a small smile before adding, "Don't expect a promotion. I won't reward a recovery from mediocrity. Rather, I want to thank you for stepping up and doing what was needed of you. Keep up the good work, Vantas."
I nodded in as polite a manner I could, standing up as she did. I shook her hand and said, "Thank you, Ms. Crocker."
"Oh, please, I'm just Jane. Plain Jane," she told me, grinning and tottering on her feet.
"Jane," I corrected myself, returning the smile.
Things were better at work from then on.
Things were better at home, too. Sollux and I were back to the passive-aggressive romantic crap we were doing before, rude jokes over breakfast, video game cuddles, and rough, hot sex every few nights. It was a good system we had going. Before I knew it, December was upon us and more than halfway through and I found myself wondering what to get Sollux for Christmas. In the past, I'd always get him a game he wanted, or a gift card to Best Buy which I'd then insist on going with him to spend so I could marvel at how cute he was when he got excited over something — wait, cute, what, I didn't say that. Regardless, I felt something more needed to be done this year, considering we were dating and all. Of course, I was at a loss, so I figured catering to his every whim the whole day as well as a new game would have to do.
Christmas was a quiet affair between the two of us. We didn't decorate much. In fact, I think we only had maybe one string of lights buried somewhere in the garage. If we felt up for it, we'd hang them over the front porch, but most years, it was an eccentricity we just didn't care enough about to deal with. The closest we got to a Christmas tree was a chincy little plastic thing, no more than three feet tall, set up on the counter. We'd hang one ornament each, one red, one gold, and call it a day. No pine garlands hung over the doorways, or above the cabinets, there weren't any cheesy Santa posters taped to the wall, nothing my mom would have done. Way we saw it was, it's Christmas, whoopdee-fucking-doo, just do something nice for each other and be done with it.
That being said, I found some time after work to swing by Best Buy to pick up a copy of Assassins Creed IV. I took a trip to my parents while Sollux was at school the next day to wrap it and hung out with them a bit while also helping to wrap some of Nepeta's presents, as well as, to my surprise, receive some of my own. I was given explicit instructions not to open them until Christmas. I also was sent next door to pick some up for Sollux. As for where the fuck I was gonna hide them, well that was another story entirely. I eventually decided that my best bet was to bury them somewhere in the garage and hope no spiders burrowed inside. I had a particular dislike of spiders after a certain bitch dropped a massive one down the back of my shirt in high school. Not fucking okay.
Before I could blink, the day was upon us and I was woken up to a giant breakfast, courtesy of my wonderful boyfriend. He snuggled against my back and kissed my neck and whispered, "You hungry, KK?"
"Yeah, I'm hungry," I muttered, bleary eyed as I squinted at the window.
"I made breakfath't. Come get it."
I mumbled something along the lines of "love you" and rolled off the bed, landing on my hands and knees and immediately searching for pants among the mess of clothes on the ground because it was fucking freezing. I could hear Sollux laughing and shot him my middle finger once I finally put on my cozy plaid pajama pants. He laughed again and pulled me close for a kiss before I even got out the door. I let myself sink into it as though I'd never kissed him before.
"Your breakfath't'th' getting cold," he told me quietly.
"Fuck breakfast."
At least the blanket was warm.
Breakfast was indeed cold by the time we finally left the bedroom. Sollux was still red at that point, and I guess I probably was too, both of us florid with exertion and the aftermath of a good fuck. As it was, Sollux busied himself with reheating our meals while I went back and forth between the garage and the laundry room, moving presents from one place to the other under the guise of doing laundry. Then he was calling me out and I got to actually eat the breakfast. Not that anything Sollux cooked was ever actually bad, but it probably would have been better had I eaten it fresh. Of course, I'd take Sollux over food any day, so it wasn't a bad trade off in my book.
After breakfast, I gathered all the dishes into the sink and offered to wash them. Sollux planted a kiss on the top of my head and excused himself to the bathroom, and as soon as he'd left the room, I darted into the laundry room and began piling presents onto the island counter next to the tree. Before he returned, I moved back in front of the sink and acted like I was still washing dishes. I heard the bathroom door open over the sink and tried to look as innocent as possible.
"Wow. I can't imagine you got me all of theth'e."
"All of what?" I asked turning around. "Holy shit, when'd all these presents get here?! Must've been Santa, huh?" I tried (failed) to hide the smirk on my face.
"Shut the fuck up, KK," he told me, grinning. I couldn't help but smile back. I saw him reach into the pile but I missed whatever he'd set down. Seemed fitting, considering he had no idea which one of these were from me. He crossed the room to me in three strides, myself stepping out to meet him. He laced his fingers in my hair and kissed me hard. "I love you," he murmured, lips hovering above mine and our eyes locked.
I pressed up into his lips before saying, "I love you, too. Now, pick a present, asswipe. Let's not make this an all day production."
He laughed at that and turned towards the pile of gifts, picking up the first one he saw with his name on it and sitting at the barstool to open it. Wasn't from me. He lifted the tissue paper out of the gift bag to uncover a truly hideous scarf from one of his uncles. He held it up pinched between two fingers with a sneer of disgust on his face as he inspected it, which I couldn't help but find fucking hilarious. He smiled at my laughter and dug around for another, handing a different bag to me.
We continued on like this for a half hour or so, each unwrapping our own gifts and marveling at the things our family actually thought we'd wear. At some point, I actually yanked my present to Sollux out of his hands and set it on the counter.
"KK," he whined.
"No, fuck off, open that one last."
I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when he pulled his card out of my hand. "Open thith' one lath't," he sneered, trying not to smile. I punched him in the arm and continued unwrapping presents. We both received about $400 in checks from older family members, and in total we had about a hamper's worth of give away clothes. Sure, the sentiment was appreciated, but who in their right fucking mind would wear a gaudy green and red knit sweater with a pine tree pattern set behind a reindeer made of sown sequins anywhere?
At last, all that remained was our presents for each other. I watched as Sollux opened his and got that childish grin on his face I'm sure he didn't know he made whenever he got a new game. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to my cheek, which I accepted with a grin. "Gimme yours, shithead," I demanded as he pulled away. He stuck out his tongue at me while he reached over all the garbage wrapping paper and boxes and plucked his card from the pile, handing it to me. I was expecting a gift card of some sort, but what I found was so much better. I opened the card and found written in side, "This card is good for three 'romcoms' on movie night." There were three empty squares drawn in below that, and a note: "If they're all Titanic, I will personally beat the shit out of you. Merry Christmas, KK"
"You're a fucking nerd, you know that?"
"It's a poth'ibility," he stated smugly. I slapped his arm lightly as I pushed forward to kiss him.
"I love you, asshole."
"Love you too, cockth'ucker."
"I'm a cocksucker, am I?" I grinned, hopping off the barstool and walking slowly toward the couch. "Why don't we test that?"
He looked at me like I'd never suggested sucking him off before, wanting and needy and desperate. He suddenly realized he was going to have to come to me and stood, staggering, off the barstool. "Fuck, yeth'."
Brief little cameo by the ever lovely Jane Crocker. Kind of filler, but hey, I needed something. If this chapter seems censored at all, it's likely due to the fact that I typed the entire thing at school with my computer facing the teacher. That's not scary or anything. I certainly didn't have the brightness down so I could focus on the reflections ever now and then to keep an eye on him. Don't know what you're talking about.
The class itself is cool though. Like, think of the worst looking detention you've ever seen in a movie or show, with like, "delinquents" that can get away with pretty much anything, even in class. 'Cause that's the class. Except not detention. I'm the only girl in there. The teacher calls me pumpkin. It makes me happy. ^-^
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