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Your name is John Egbert. You are a hardened veteran of the game SBURB. You have since found yourself waking up anew on your thirteenth birthday and, through pesterchum, have stood by your friends as you all built your lives back up. No one else has any recollection of the Game. You like to pretend it was just a dream, that it didn't affect you. That it wasn't real.
But you know it's a lie. You know it's all a lie and nothing drives it home harder than the night you hear the tapping at your window.
At first you passed it off -oh, you thought, it's just the breeze blowing the tree branches.- but as it went on you began to grow uneasy. You still had a sense of sorts; you knew when the wind was blowing and this wasn't it. You hesitantly rolled over and your eyes grew wide at what you saw.
Falling over yourself, your blanket and your messy bedroom floor, you throw the window open. There he is, there is the boy that had enraptured you so before all of this. He is perched precariously at the end of a long branch and, had you any mind about you, you would have realized it was too far out, too thin a branch. It didn't bow beneath him.
"Karkat," you breathe, a name you have treated with fear and sadness since your awakening, but he shakes his head as you reach out to him.
"John, don't."
You choke and he motions for you to step back. You do so and he lightly climbs over your windowsill and stands before you. There is a pause before he finally looks up, eyes meeting yours. They were milky white and pupiless.
"Karkat-"
"John. Don't." His voice is less stern this time, softer, weaker. You throw yourself forward, crying out when you hit the ground instead of embracing your dearest. He lets out a breath and stumbles, though his feet make no sound. You shudder.
"I-I just..."
"I'm sorry," he blurts. You realize how strange his voice sounds. "John, I'm so fucking sorry, I shouldn't have come here, I shouldn't have fucking come here, my thinkpan must be- I- I'm sorry.."
"Stop saying that," you whisper as you push yourself to your feet. You reach out more reserved this time, watching as your fingers disappear through him. He closes his eyes. You whimper. "What happened?" You inquire breathily.
"I don't know," was his simple response.
You give a disdainful little breath. You want to touch him, to hold him and love him and tell him all of the things you hadn't been able to tell him in the Game. You want to lay down and sleep with him, to know he's okay and you're okay and no, neither of you are. He's dead and you might as well be.
Your head jerks up when you hear him. He lets out his first sob and you can feel the tears burning at your eyes. You're helpless to offer anything as he falls to his knees, hiding his face in his hands as his shoulders shake. He's apologizing over and over and over. He can hardly get any air into himself he's sobbing so hard and all you can do is crumple to you knees in front of him and beg for him to stop.
It's not your fault, none of this is your fault, you're a good person, please don't say these things Karkat, you plead through your own tears, reaching forward again and again as if at any moment he might suddenly become tangible. You hear the words -the words that make your heart sick and your stomach churn- falling from his lips and your entire world stops.
Everything halts. Nothing moves, nothing breathes, not a second passes and it's as if everything is building up to the moment you finally give in. The moment you sink under and let the weight of the world crush you. Destroy you. Absolutely obliterate you.
The moment you feel your body hit the ground with one loud wail that leaves you nigh able to breathe.
Four little words that bring all of the walls you have worked so hard building up against everything crumbling down on top of you.
The last thing he hears as he dissipates before your very eyes.
I love you, too.
But you know it's a lie. You know it's all a lie and nothing drives it home harder than the night you hear the tapping at your window.
At first you passed it off -oh, you thought, it's just the breeze blowing the tree branches.- but as it went on you began to grow uneasy. You still had a sense of sorts; you knew when the wind was blowing and this wasn't it. You hesitantly rolled over and your eyes grew wide at what you saw.
Falling over yourself, your blanket and your messy bedroom floor, you throw the window open. There he is, there is the boy that had enraptured you so before all of this. He is perched precariously at the end of a long branch and, had you any mind about you, you would have realized it was too far out, too thin a branch. It didn't bow beneath him.
"Karkat," you breathe, a name you have treated with fear and sadness since your awakening, but he shakes his head as you reach out to him.
"John, don't."
You choke and he motions for you to step back. You do so and he lightly climbs over your windowsill and stands before you. There is a pause before he finally looks up, eyes meeting yours. They were milky white and pupiless.
"Karkat-"
"John. Don't." His voice is less stern this time, softer, weaker. You throw yourself forward, crying out when you hit the ground instead of embracing your dearest. He lets out a breath and stumbles, though his feet make no sound. You shudder.
"I-I just..."
"I'm sorry," he blurts. You realize how strange his voice sounds. "John, I'm so fucking sorry, I shouldn't have come here, I shouldn't have fucking come here, my thinkpan must be- I- I'm sorry.."
"Stop saying that," you whisper as you push yourself to your feet. You reach out more reserved this time, watching as your fingers disappear through him. He closes his eyes. You whimper. "What happened?" You inquire breathily.
"I don't know," was his simple response.
You give a disdainful little breath. You want to touch him, to hold him and love him and tell him all of the things you hadn't been able to tell him in the Game. You want to lay down and sleep with him, to know he's okay and you're okay and no, neither of you are. He's dead and you might as well be.
Your head jerks up when you hear him. He lets out his first sob and you can feel the tears burning at your eyes. You're helpless to offer anything as he falls to his knees, hiding his face in his hands as his shoulders shake. He's apologizing over and over and over. He can hardly get any air into himself he's sobbing so hard and all you can do is crumple to you knees in front of him and beg for him to stop.
It's not your fault, none of this is your fault, you're a good person, please don't say these things Karkat, you plead through your own tears, reaching forward again and again as if at any moment he might suddenly become tangible. You hear the words -the words that make your heart sick and your stomach churn- falling from his lips and your entire world stops.
Everything halts. Nothing moves, nothing breathes, not a second passes and it's as if everything is building up to the moment you finally give in. The moment you sink under and let the weight of the world crush you. Destroy you. Absolutely obliterate you.
The moment you feel your body hit the ground with one loud wail that leaves you nigh able to breathe.
Four little words that bring all of the walls you have worked so hard building up against everything crumbling down on top of you.
The last thing he hears as he dissipates before your very eyes.
I love you, too.
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DirkxJake 1
"Augh! Dirk, stop it, too rough- Ow!"
"N-nah- Umph
- I'm going easy on your ass, E-English!"
"Ow! Ow! It hurts, Strider- Hmn, let's see you-
Take this!"
"Shit!"
"Now I'm on top! Haha!"
Jake was completely oblivious to Dirk's real reason for cursing; the blush spreading across his face.
Dirk was used to wrestling but Jake never made such noises and it was making him uncomfortable. But he'd never say that, no, never.
Jake was holding both of his hands now, trying to smash his knuckles into the grass under him; Dirk fought back by simply trying to keep himself off the ground, trying to sit up; but Jake was straddled over him,
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Alone
Your name is Karkat Vantas and you have no idea why you're shaking. It feels like someone blew a hole through you and you have no idea why. You feel like everyone is watching you but no one is looking at you. You're just kind of standing near the door to the computer lab and watching everyone at the computers. Terezi is trolling Dave you think, and Gamzee is talking to Tavros maybe? You can't tell because his mass of hair blocks almost all of the screen. John is on his weird looking laptop at one of the table/desk things. A couple of the other trolls and humans are in the room as well, but you're not really paying much attention to them.
You
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Fragility: Prologue.
Fragility.
Fandom: Homestuck.
Pairing: JohnDave.
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Drama.
Summary: It had been happening your whole life; people just didn't seem to take very well to you. But after a while of the names and the pushing and shoving, they really acted on it. They acted on their hate and it really, really hurt.
It was getting to be just a bit too much.
You've always had a bit of trouble making friends, despite your generosity and blatant modesty. Elementary school was alright, your dad always told you that if you were nice to people, they'd be nice in return, and there were a few kids you had befriended. None of those friendships had la
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here, have random half-inspired johnkat drabble because why not
john and karkat belong to hussie
drabble is mine
my bad, this might (likely does) suck
here, have random half-inspired johnkat drabble because why not
john and karkat belong to hussie
drabble is mine
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