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"it was in 2020" oh so like a year or so ago. a couple years. im sorry 5? did you just say five? five years ago ?
The lord sayeth, halt thy child, don't give into sin!
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godtiering.
my oc and my bsf's oc, joeseph. ugh. the angst. i love them
tw: the girls are fighting, gore, semi-descriptive of injuries n whatnot
i hope you enjoy
Damien: Rethink what Jay told you.
What the fuck is going on. Are you just gay and in denial? Did Markiplier just make the egg that is your sexuality crack in front of your psudeo-little brother? Your head hurts. Get a grip.
oc stuff!!!!
idk where this takes place
maybe in apartment or dorm buildings?? idk but def in the future or smth
DAMIEN: jay
DAMIEN: thank you for helping me get my shit together with joeseph man
DAMIEN: you’re one of my best friends yk
JAY: oh!—
Damien hugged Jay, his arms wrapped around the other boy. Jay sat there for a moment, hands by his side until finally slowly raising them up to reciprocate the hug, tightly clinging on.
JAY: yyeah it’s no problem!! i love you guys.
JAY: i love you guys a lot. im happy you guys are happy
He buried his head into Damien’s shoulder.
They stood there hugging for a while until the silence just became too loud.
DAMIEN: but uh yeah
JAY: yeah!! : )
DAMIEN: see ya later man
JAY: see ya!! <3
Jay watched as Damien walked down the hallway back to his and Joeseph’s shared room and eventually, Jay went to his.
Jay walked into his room and shut the door. Why was he so jealous of his friends?? Shouldn’t he be happy? Isn’t this what he wanted?
He thought to himself for a moment.
Why is everyone around me in love and I’m just.. Here..? Isn’t that not how it works? Don’t I deserve better? I tried so hard and this is where it’s brought me.
sad as frick
[S] Damien: Get your shit together.
Well that was embarrassing. You just got your ass kicked in front of your childhood crush. Your bleeding and everything, holy shit. You'd kill the troll if she wasn't apart of your sburb session. Fucking hell.
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No.
indulgences
oh my god
1/11
yea so i fufilled a friends fantasy with this, sorry if its not in a crazy accurate character, its the thought that counts...
listen to the song i picked while you read if you want
kiss the go-goat by ghost
Hey, Baby, Kiss the Goat
Whoa, kiss, kiss, kiss the Go-Goat
They say fleeting eye contact is something that only happens in movies, to fated lovers meant to meet in every universe.
They never told David Strider that sometimes fleeting eye contact happens between two ‘totally straight’ childhood best friends who spend every moment together. Except right now.
Shades on, even when he's inside and it's the middle of the night. Yet every time those stupid blue eyes dared to look at his face, he just stopped thinking. Stupid college parties. Stupid friends. Stupid alcohol. Life was stupid, this was stupid, he should have never come here. Dave Strider knows better.
You've been playing around the magic that is black
But all the powerful magical mysteries never gave a single thing back
“Can I get two shots of whiskey? Straight.”
A 10$ bill slipped across the plastic makeshift table. Music drowned out any attempt at small talk, he tilted his head back as the warmth spread down his throat and into his chest. Maybe if he couldn’t think he wouldn’t think about John.
You've been daddied by all the dudes that were not dad
And all those dads never gave you the things that you should've had
“Whoa, dude. Sorry.”
A taller figure bumped into him, and shaded eyes looked up to see the passing glance of sharp edged frames. With how loud the environment was, he heard the apology crystal clear.
“I-”
Thump. Thumping. Fuck. His heart made itself known in his chest, and he grabbed his shirt with his hand. He pushed past the brother-lookalike. He needed air. Fuck. He weaved through the people, not even bothering with apologies, just swimming for some sort of space.
Not his brother. Just Dirk.
Fucking figures. He comes to a party practically by himself, with a crowd he doesn't run with, without John. Well, John IS here. That's the kicker. That's the big fuck you in his face. John is here and isnt with him. That’s the salt in the wound. The big finale of tonight. John Egbert is here and isnt with him. Because who would want to hang around Dave Strider when Dave Strider can't even be himself.
It ain't always what it seems when you cling onto a dream
It ain't always there to please you (please you)
- turntechGodhead [TG] started pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] at 03:21-
TG: rose
TG: i had another fucking dream about him. I feel like such an asshole dude theres no way hes into me why would he be into me
TG: oh my god i cant fucking breathe
TG: rose i think im in love with him and i dont know what the fuck to do
TG: im 19 for fucks sake why am i still into this fucking nerd from when i was 13
TT: David.
TT. I don't think there has ever been a time in my life of knowing you where you weren't into him.
TT: You have always been into him. You just never wanted to admit it.
TG: fuck off
- turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] at 03:25-
But he's the guy you wanna do and you know that it takes two
“Dave?”
. . .
“Dude are you okay? What are you doing here by yourself?”
A door shut in the distance of his brain. John Egbert. In the flesh. Actually speaking to him for the first time tonight and where is it? The fucking family bathroom. The only place that has enough space for Dave to sprawl onto the floor without anyone else having to see the mess that he was. Except for John. because of course.
“God, dude.”
A thump. Not his heart this time. A body. John. Sitting next to him. Body warmth. A real person Dave could physically touch and be near.
“Dude.” A croak. A lame imitation of a person who was okay. “I feel like shit.” Dave admitted with a chuckle that shook his whole body like a sob. He might’ve well have been crying. Why did this feel so foreign? Their entire lives, they've spent moments like these together. The quiets before the storms. Why was this different?
“You look like shit, Dave. I was getting worried when I saw you stumble in here a while ago.”
A warm hand on his shoulder. Dave didn’t move. He didn’t want to scare off the physical touch he craved so deeply. “How uhh.. How long have I been in ‘ere?”
“Oh you know. 15 minutes or so?”
The hand shifted its grip. It tentatively bordered the intimate placement of his neck, fingertips playing with the hem of Dave’s shirt. Nails brushed against the tan skin of the man on the floor, and its like the world outside didn’t fucking matter.
“Dude.” Dave reached up, grip slipping on his shades before he pushed them off his face. Blue eyes. Fuckin electic blue eyes.
“Have I ever mentioned how fuckin’ intoxicating your eyes are to look at?”
Luckily he wants to do you too
The hand was cold. Fingers bony and thin and lanky yet they were also the same hands that belonged to the boy that he loved so much. That same boy, the dork that would yap about his favorite movie and Dave would pretend to not care but then go watch it by himself later, his lips were on Dave, and Dave was too drunk to care that he kissed back without a thought. Hands cupped John’s face, fumbling the glasses off to bring their faces closer, noses pressed against each other, breathing each other's air, existing in each other's space. One back on a dirty bathroom floor, one pair of legs straddling the other, a shirt slightly pushed up from the commotion, another awkward bump of their noses, and life couldn’t be more perfect.
18/08/2023
here’s another old one. i’m not sure why i hadn’t posted it sooner.
there are a few mistakes, but there are things i like as well, so it somewhat balances out.
whos with me?
im SOLD im sold on pepsicola this is it
whos with me?
shit like this is selling me on pepsicola; i was such a diehard davekat fan and now im like stuck in the rabbithole
pro tip
get yourself a friend who will "yes and" all your random story ideas with either 'wait, that is perfect but also wouldn't it be funny if X' or 'oh god, I love it, it'd be EVEN MORE emotionally devastating if Y'
or if you're very lucky, find someone who can do both for the same story idea
Aftermath
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Needed to not do commission work for a day, my brain is fried :P
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