sappy oneshots i guess it's a christmas Homestuck and sadstuck series i guess i feel like trolling you all by making a dumb shot about hussieruya but then again you already hate me and trolling isn't as satisfying as MAKING ALL OF YOUR GODDAMN SHIPS SINK IN THE FUCKING OCEAN HAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHA ishouldbehussie'sprotege -- davejade (humanstuck) -- "Why aren't you having fun with everyone else?" "Because Christmas is shit without Harley." -- Christmas, was indeed, shit. Even Karkat hogging all of the wrapping paper and declaring it 'FOR PURPOSES I DON'T HAVE TO TELL YOU NOOK-SUCKING MORONS' didn't make you smirk. Just the sight of green made your stomach churn, and when you eyed the shitton mistletoe hanging from the ceiling and abruptly pulled your head away and made a lame ass excuse that you had to use the toilet, everybody knew the reason behind your stubborness of refusing to let go and join the party. You 'used the toilet' 14 times already, Strider. Get over it. The absence of Harley was apparent, because there was a sheer lack of genuine excitement and giddyness in the room. Even when Karkat stole all the wrapping paper, everyone stopped to wait for Harley to bust the fuck in to save the day. Instead, Kanaya had to bust out her lipstick instead, but in the end no papping or chainsaw threats would be able to fuck up his resolve. It was a hollow, empty Christmas party, and when Aradia walked up to you and told you to let go, you turned around and promptly slapped her in the face as hard as you could. That day would be known as the day Dave did an acroubatic fucking piroutte. The glasses you wore went flying across the room, and you didn't care that they were the ones your Bro gave you. It was only when Aradia slowly stepped back and clutched her cheek that your anger slowly subsided, and everybody in the room stopped to see what was happening. You had grit your teeth with such force the grinding made your gums ache, and everybody looked in fear when you gave a quick glare at everyone in the room, and both Terezi and John looked at you with an understanding, but disapproving stare. It was Sollux who said something first, something about you being an ass, but you let it go and just focused on Aradia. "I'm sorry, I guess I overstepped my boundries. I'm okay with it, though." The nonchalant way she dropped it surprised you, but then you remembered that it was just her personality. As she walked back into the crowd you clenched and unclenched your fists and then walked upstairs into Harley's room. The scent of forests coming from her bed sheets compelled you to grab one of her blankets to drape over your own head, and when you just sat there to think about present and past events you cried. It was silent, because- what the fuck do they expect? You're a goddamn Strider for God's sake! You think that minutes, or hours may have passed and you raise your head up to see that on the top of the drawers, there was a picture of the two of you and a note placed delicately besides the simple frame, and her iPod resting on top of it. On instinct you lurched forward and grabbed the iPod and note, and opened it to see her silly and slightly messy handwriting in her trademark green ink that smelled just like her bed sheets. dear mr strider, i really hope youre not being a total ass about this, because we all agreed that it was the best thing to do for me. im only sorry that we didnt tell you sooner :c i dont know when ill wake up, maybe never, but when i do i promise well go to mcdonalds or whatever and have that totally ironic date you wanted us to go to, okay? :d i told john to take care of you so dont be a total jerk to him! i know things are difficult for you, and you probably dont want to see me or anything like that, so i left you some audio to listen to You wish she wrote a longer note. You read every single word, and frowned when you read the last part. The only thing you've been wanting for the past three months was to see her face again, and to listen to her while she played polka dots with your face. It was an unhealthy way to live, but hell if you were going to completely ignore her forever. You grabbed the iPod again and pressed play immediately, expecting her scolding you, or anything like that, but instead all that comes, is 'I love you, Dave Strider.' -- I am so not okay with this Forgive me it's like 8:24am i promise i'll write better asdfghjkl next is karezi? ,_,
Re: MERRY CHRISTMAS ***** damn was that bad -- karezi -- Karkat Vantas. Your name is Karkat Vantas, and you just stole all of the Christmas wrapping papers they had to offer at Walmart. You've officially lost control of your life. Fortunately enough, Kanaya was taking a lovely stroll nearby with her lovely girlfriend on such a lovely day, and you ruined it by running down the streets in such a rush the authorities whizzed past the two of them and she threatened to bust out her lipstick and kick some police ass. And yours. You wonder why you even ran down the streets with confetti and festive ribbons trailing behind you in the most stupid man-made colorshit rainbow in history. Hell, why don't you throw your jacket at the authorities while you're at it? Oh, nevermind, you just did. -- "Karkat, would you please for God's sake elaborate on why you ran down the streets with an abundant amount of colorful accessories trailing behind you whilst you ran away from the authorities?" As your second best friend, she had the right to know. She had to absolute right, Karkles, and you lied to her. You lied to her gorgeous flawless face. YOU LIED TO KANAYA MARYAM'S DANGEROUSLY SEXY FACE. "Christmas celebratory shit." And after nearly two hours of being scolded by Ms. Maryam, she let you go. You were obviously too stubborn to answer her, even when she crossed her arms and legs and gave you the Maryam treatment. And you named it that, because God knows she is one powerful fucking woman who won't hesitate you make your life hell. That, and she was pretty damn pissed about you ruining her date with Ms. Lalonde, who was equally as scary. Her glare melted ice and, for reasons you don't quite underst- hell fuck it you all know she used her psychobabble on the authorities, and made them walk away confused and insecure as hell. In the end, though, Kanaya emptied out her pockets paying for the crapton of materials you stole and let you on your grumpy way. H3Y K4RKL3S, WH4TS T4K1NG YOU SO LONG >:? Your phone buzzes inside your jean pockets and you think it's from Gamzee asking you to get him another pack of cigarettes, but when you realize it's Terezi sending you a message, your heart leaps to your throat and you walk even faster, finally reaching her apartment complex and giving Strider, who was looking at you from his window and smirking his trademark Strider smirk, the biggest finger you could muster, while not dropping all of the materials in the bag Kanaya give you. Did you mention she have you a bag? Because she gave you a bag, she gave you the best damn bag she could make as a Christmas present and you hate yourself even more now. She is just that damn good of a friend. I'M COMING, DON'T PISS YOUR FUCKING PANTS You type back with one hand while pressing buttons on the elevator, and quickly press send before the doors close. "Karkat?" She sniffs your sweaty grey shirt and pinches her nose before making a face, and when she notices your grunt she laughs her trademark laugh to piss you off even more. "What's that you've got? It smells like Walmart and rosemary!" she grins and takes it from you, ignoring your angry protests and unzipping the bag. You're entranced by how happy she looks, like she hasn't unwrapped a Christmas present in years, and you both know that it's true. How her lips turn upwards in a sinister grin, ready to cackle. It's like a witch, a really fucking perfect ginger witch with a smile that could light up the room and the most beautiful girl you've ever met in your life. You wish you could give her more. "Ooooooh! Colorful!" She takes a big lick of the wrapping paper before her grin dissipates, leaving a blank expression hidden behind her red glasses. "Karkat?" "Mmmm?" You stir from your trance and meet her gaze. "Where did you get the money for all of this?" And your dreamy look quickly dissolves and is replaced with immense guilt. The broken look on her face, everything. You didn't pay for this, Kanaya did. Kanaya paid for all of this and you didn't tell her why because you thought it was pitiful and pathetic, that they would find you embarrassing and all of that ridiculous sappy shit that you didn't think you'd care for until now. Dave was right, you really are an emotional pile of sentimental shit. "Why do you care? We have it now, don't we?" And to think, that when she asked you hours ago what celebrating Christmas would be like and actually feeling and seeing the food and presents would be like. But being the broke asshole you were, you couldn't afford hacks hit for her, even during Christmas when there were 50% discount sales, because you were just too poor. So you went to Walmart and stole all the most colorful Christmas shit there was, just to make your girlfriend happy. You stole a bunch of crap things that aren't even valuable on a Christmas night just to impress your girlfriend, and you didn't even think it through because you loved her so fucking much you didn't want to see her fake a smile and not celebrate another Christmas while everyone bragged about theirs the day after while the two of you sat and suffered. "... You stole it, didn't you." She laughed, slowly and painfully, and set the things down. "We're not that broke, Karkles, you didn't have to steal for me. Stealing isn't right." "Yeah, well tell that to Vriska fucking Serket." "Karkat, that isn't the point! The point is that stealing isn't right." "There's a difference between doing something right and something lawful." Your voice was barely above a whisper, and Terezi didn't respond. You took it as your sole duty to make things right, and so you kissed her on her pale, cold lips, and pulled the blanket over her shoulders and stayed there in the non-heated room. Damn, it's cold. "We should probably return this." She whispers back, her breath tickling your neck, but you don't answer for minutes and just stay there, your hands on her shoulders and enjoying the silence. "Kanaya paid for this after I ran and threw my jacket at the police." "So that's where your jacket went. There was a lack of grey in the air." She murmurs against your chest, burying her nose deep in your sweat filled shirt. You nod and lean back against the wall, and enjoy the terrible acting from sappy romantic program playing on the tv, and the sound of the cold breeze blowing in the open windows. Everything is silent, until you hear Terezi mutter something so quiet you almost didn't catch if it weren't for the two of you being so damn close right now. "Thanks, Karkles." -- Hate meeeeeeeee ROMANTICALLYYYYYYYYYYY