Yo people, and happy weather, depending on where you are. It's almost summer over here and it's beginning to get extremely warm. I figured I'd write a fanfic about Dave because he lives in Texas and it's warm as a yeti in a blanket over there. No, this will not be a bromance, it's just a cute moment between brothers, sorry girls. x3 please enjoy
disclaimer: any homestuck characters used in this fanfiction are the property of Andrew Hussie and do not belong to me
Pills - Bro and Dave - Word count: 1,868
Your name is Dave, Dave Strider, and holy shit it's warm.
Like, Texas is always hot, even in winter, but now it's just a sick joke. The fifties are easy to get used to, but it's too far when it's positive sixty outside and you could actually fry a egg. It's possible, the neighbors are doing it. How could those cheery assholes be outside in the heat, not that inside was better, but hey, atleast the ac was inside.
You continue to watch the people through your window, face pressed on its side against the window sill. It's right beside the ac and also lets you know whether or not the world's smoothered in flames. You stare at the grass, wondering if it's dry enough to catch fire when you hear an awful clunking sound. It goes silent, and then the whirring of the ac stops altogether.
"Bro... did the ac just die?"
"Yep." He looks at the hunk of metal in the wall, sweat on his forehead. His face doesn't show it but you know he's annoyed, it's hot outside, even for him. You watch as he gets up and goes to his room, coming back with his toolbox and a few icecubes. You briefly wonder why the fuck he had icecubes in his room, but you quickly push the thought away, getting up and heading to the kitchen. Lil Cal sits on the counter watching you with his freaky puppet eyes. You nervously slide past him and open the freezer, sighing as the cool air hits you. After a minute of this you grab two tubs of icecream from the freezer, orange chocolate chip and then cherry sorbet.
On the way to the living room you pick up two spoons and drag yourself over to Bro, putting the orange chocolate chip tub on his head and practically throwing the spoon at him. He shoots you a slightly pissed look but nods anyway, watching as you stumble to your room. You walk into a few objects on the way there but keep going, seeking the dark confinement of your small yet ironic room.
The curtains are closed and the window's wide open, the dark and slight breeze help your mind clear and you drop into your chair, crossing your legs yoga style and pig out on the icecream. It's cool but begins to melt halfway through so you chuck it, not wanting to drink warm cherry milk. You shudder at the thought. Man is it hot though. You look in the mirror and frown at your attire, of course it's fucking warm, you're wearing a long sleeved shirt. You strip it off and go to get some applejuice and then maybe you'll take a nap, you think.
Bro is still working on the ac when you walk by and he mumbles something about the shitty work done on it. You ignore him, grab several things of aj, and walk back out. The room is blurry and shit you're dizzy, dizzy like a drunk man on those rides that spin really fast. It's like a meeting of dizziness, all the dizzy came to see you, and while you love the attention it's a bad day for it. You take a few steps to the door before slumping onto your knees.
You hear Bro stop tinkering and ask you what's wrong before you fall onto your side, bashing your head on a table placed perfectly beside you. A warm sensation covers your face and you're asleep before you know it.
It's a bit later when you wake up, and it's dark outside. A cool breeze is in the dark room but it's still too hot for you. Fucking Texas heat. Hands are working on your head, one dabbing with a wet cloth while the other ruffles your hair gently. You try to sit up but groan and then you're gently pushed back down onto the pillow.
"Stay down lil man," Bro's voice is soft and slightly tired, "you got a mean cut from the table."
"The furniture hates me." You manage to mumble before groaning in pain again. Why's it so fucking hot? You hear him chuckle before getting up, leaving the room to get something. You will yourself to sit and look for your shades, finding them beside your bed. You slip them on and feel safer and more like yourself. A quick surveillance says you're in your own bed, in your own room.
The door opens again and Bro comes in with water and a bottle of pills. You frown and try squinting to read the label, but it's too dark to see jack shit.
"They're fever pills," he answers, obviously seeing your efforts, "they'll help." You glare at the pills, refusing to take shitty medicine, afterall, you're a Strider and Striders shouldn't need medicine for something as stupid as a fever.
"Get off your high horse you little shit. Imma make you take the fucking pills if you won't do it yourself." You glare back at him and take in his words. Bro gets what he wants, and if you refuse he will do it for you. You're not gonna just take them though, you have bad memories with pills Bro doesn't know about,
Stubbornly you turn away and look at a Chuck Norris poster on your wall, studying the words and shit as if they were fucking amazing. There's a few moments of silence before the lid is popped off and Bro moves closer. You freeze and look at the bed in panic. A hand grabs your chin and turns it toward him. He tries to pry open your jaw but you refuse, you will not take a fucking pill, not after that time...
One minute you're clamping your jaw shut and the next minute you start crying. It's not at all cool but you can't help it, you finally cracked. You feel Bro's eyes on you as you get up and run for somewhere to hide. As you run into the laundry room you hear him finally get up, yelling your name out.
You stay crouched in the corner of the room beside the dryer, the soft humming sound being your comfort. You curl up and rest your chin on your knees before wrapping your arms around your legs. You cry for a minute or two until the door opens, loud foot steps clicking against the concrete floor. You bury your head in your knees as a shadow is cast over you. You don't want to talk to Bro or let him see you like this, it's not at all brave.
In the silence there's only your hiccuping sobs and the humming from the dryer. You tense as he bends down to your level.
"Dave," his voice is full of care and concern, "did I hurt you? I'm sorry if I did..." Does he really think he hurt you? You look up to see him staring at you with worry and pain. You shake your head.
"It's n-not your fault..." You whisper and bury your face into your arms, hiding your shame and tears.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" You debate whether or not to tell him why. You steal another glance and he's holding out a hand to you. You grab it and he hauls you up, dragging you gently into the kitchen where he sets you on a chair. He motions for you to speak when ready as he gets some food for the both of you.
"Well," you stare at him nervously as he gets some bowls out, "it was when Mom and him were around. You went out with Mom and as soon as she was gone he started drinking. I was playing in my room when he staggered in and began to call me names. I told him I wasn't a wimp and he stared at me before going to the bathroom." You stopped and took a breath before continuing, "He came back with some kind of bottle and opened it. He said, if you're not a wimp then come here, so I did. He told me to open my mouth and when I tried to ask why he shoved the pills in my mouth. Then he said if I didn't swallow them he'd hit me..." You trailed off as the tears began to pool again.
"Long story short I was sick for a while, and he said he gave me some chicken which must've been bad." You flinched when a bowl hit the ground, shattering into tons of pieces. You looked up to see Bro clutching the edge of the counter, body shaking.
"I'm sorry! I should've just not said anything!" You began to freak out which lead to more crying. "Don't be upset please..." The thought of your own brother being mad and ashamed at you was worse than your bullshitty dad feeding you random pills. You slid off the chair and onto your knees, covering you ears with your hands. You felt yourself trembling like mad and just made yourself even smaller.
"Dave, I'm not mad at you," strong arms wrapped around you, "I just can't believe that asshole. Why didn't you tell me?" You buried your head into his shoulder and sniffled, shrugging in response. He sighed before standing up, bringing you with him. He dropped you gently into his bed and got in beside you, pulling a thin and cool blanket over the two of you.
You laid there quietly while he went on about how he would always be proud of you no matter what, and for the first time in a while you smiled. He stopped talking after a while and ruffled your hair gently, the way Mom used to. You on the other hand settled for matching your breathing with his. You felt your eyes drooping and slowly you felt yourself far away from everything, though you could hear his heart thumping in a welcoming and guarding manner as he protected you from the world.
Yay, shitty story completed! Idk why I picked pills, maybe it's because I've been taking Tylenol all weekend. xI
Anyway, next story will be Dave x Terezi. Please enjoy!
xoxo feel free to leave suggestions! emmy