kass tries to write

Your name is KARKAT VANTAS and you are currently waiting for your best bro Sollux to come over. It’s a really cold day and you are determined to get him to snuggle and watch shitty romcoms with you. You even bought hot chocolate for the occasion. Padding into your kitchen to start the water, you shoot him a quick text.


The response you get is a knock on the door before he invites himself in. When the drinks are finished and you head into the living room, he’s already draped over your too-short couch.


You mumble (mostly to yourself) and set the drinks on the also too-short coffee table. Sollux scoots over and tucks in his legs as you plop down beside him. There’s barely enough room for the two of you and you’re (no complaints) forced to press against him. He grabs the remote and switches the movie on because you’ve already set it up on the main menu. Haphazardly placing his arm around you, he relaxes a bit.

“Oh yeah, hi KK.”


You forgot to mention that you’re kind of flushed for him and have been for a while. Sollux of course doesn’t know this and you plan to keep it that way. At least for now… holy shit when did his face get so close to your and why was his hand on your thigh?

“Um, Sollux. What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Don’t worry about it KK. It’ll be jutht fine.”

You’re face began to heat up as he was leaning in closer. You blink and suddenly his lips are on yours, massaging them gently. Before you have time to respond he’s pulling back and that ever present smirk is on his face. You must have looked confused because Sollux is chuckling and raising an eyebrow.

“I’m fluthed for you, moron.”

You look up at him, certain your face is as red as it feels hot.

“I’m flushed for you too, asshat.”

With that he leans down to kiss you again, and this time you’re able to respond. You feel the corners of your mouth curl up into what could be a smile.

Let’s just say that Sollux didn’t end up going home that evening.

i tried okay… hopefully its fluffy enough!

untitled johndave drabble (rated k or something cause its just fluff)

Your name is DAVE STRIDER and you’re waiting on the park bench for your best bro, John Egbert. You two had agreed to meet up here today to hang out and get away from the boredom and summer heat at your respectable homes. Let me remind you that you’ve been crushing on this boy since 5th grade, six years ago. Now why do you get butterflies whenever he smiles at you or does something cute? You really have no idea. This kid is a dork. With his buck teeth and messy black  hair, his ungodly obsession with ghostbusters and Nic Cage. But those eyes. Those big, bright blue, clear eyes that are now blinking at you confused as you stare off into space thinking about them. “Dave?” he asks, poking your shoulder. You shake your head, brought back to reality. You give him a cool nod and scoot over on the bench so he can sit. He does. Very close to you, I might add. You’re used to this: him sitting a little too close, being a bit too touchy-feely. You know it doesn’t mean anything. He’s too innocent and is constantly insisting that he is, and I quote, “Not a homosexual.” Anyways, he is sitting way too close, and while you usually wouldn’t mind, it’s about 90 out. You scoot even further down the already-too-small bench. Weird thing is, he follows you. This continues, you moving away, and he’s right there again. You reach the end of the bench and finally give in. “John, move over. It’s too hot.” He gives you the cutest pout you’ve ever seen and replies with a whiney voice. “But Daaaaaaaaaaaaave!” You quirk an eyebrow at him and he just replies with a goofy smile. He’s up to something. He’s been far more quiet than normal and is beginning to look at you strangely. Why is he leaning forward and… oh. Now he’s kissing you. Your best friend of six years (the one who’s ‘not gay’) is kissing you. And you’re okay with it. You exhale through your nose, corners of your lips quirked upward, and kiss back with all you’ve got.  You’ve been waiting six years for this, remember? He pulls back all too quickly with a timid smile on his face, refusing to look you in the eye (well if you weren’t wearing these shades). You yourself are grinning (wait no that’s a smirk!) as you tilt his chin and give one last peck to his lips. He just blinks up at you with those gorgeous eyes. “So are we like, boyfriends now?” he asks, nibbling on his bottom lip. You chuckle and lean in for another kiss, hoping it will be answer enough.