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
A brief stutter in the timeline. A soft scratch, a rewind, and life continues on as normal. Damien pauses in his action, drawing the baseball bat from his sylladex.
"Yo. Who's there." He calls, glancing around his surrounding area. Life on Joeseph's planet was a whole lot different then LoTaF. A lot less fire, and a lot less to be paranoid about. His grip on the handle shifts.
A second Damien pushes himself through a bush, looking signifgantly more dishevled and bruised. Worse for ware, he adorns many scars and tattered clothes. He god tiered.
"Holy shit." Delta Damien breathed. He logged the baseball bat once more, pulling out his pocket watch. It did a whole lot more then just 'check the time', but thats semantics. "What happened? Why are you here? You better not be from the future dude."
Other Damien shook his head rapidly, hands up. "No, dude. Promise. Okay. Listen. I don't EXACTLY have much time on my hands." He scoffed at his own comment. "Not like we ever. Okay. Failed timeline. I'm a past version of the Damien of the failed timeline, I dont really know--" Other Damien rambles on and on and on--
"Cut to the chase dude."
"You gotta kill Joeseph."
"I'm fucking sorry?" Damien would've choked on air if he could. KILL Joeseph? His best friend? Is he crazy?
Other Damien waved his hands rapidly, snagging attention back again. "Listen. I don't know why, this isn't a message from 'me', okay well it is, it's from the me-- us-- you???" Other Damien groaned, leaning his head back. "I just need you to trust me. If you don't, this timeline will go to shit just like mine is-- will. Okay?"
"Are you fucking kidding? You want me to kill our best friend?"
"Okay not just KILL him. Kill him on his quest bed. Give that nerd a smooch on the lips and god tier him."
Damien hesitated. "Are you FOR SURE this is what I have to do?"
Other Damien eyed him up and down suspiciously. "Have other Damien's lied to you before?"
Damien shook his head.
"Then yes. Okay, We good? 'kay. Cool. Later dude." A click of a button, and Other Damien glitched out of this world like he wasn't there.
Damien stared at the inprint of the grass that other Damien had just stood. A small object shined at him.
"Fuuuuuck."
-
Joeseph turned, axe slung over his shoulder as he looks off the edge, into the distance, admiring the view of his planet. A gentle breeze carried the tune of any song if you listened hard enough, and there were always the prettiest clouds in the sky. Joeseph was isolated, standing with a wide smile.
"Dude. Damien!" Joeseph chirped, a pep in his step as he practically flew over, tackling Damien in a hug. The taller male grunted, catching him and stumbling with the body weight.
"Haha- oh my god dude- Yeah its. It's good to see you." Damien said, an awkward pause in his language. A soft click, and he uncaptalogged a small knife Damien had dropped before he left. This was his best friend. Someone who he had only dreamed of meeting in person. Someone he loved.
"Hey, you okay?" Joeseph looked up at him, a small look of concern on his face before it dropped, a gasp falling from his lips.
"I'm sorry dude."
Joeseph stumbled back, grabbing at his chest desperately. A drop of his crimson blood hit the concrete that they stood on. Tears welled in his eyes, and he glared at Damien with a look of sheer fucking anger and betrayal.
"What-- What the fuck? I hug you- I'm so excited to see you-- you stab me??" Joeseph fumbled, grabbing the axe that he slung over his back and wielding it between two hands.
"I trusted you."
He lunged, revenge the only thing on his mind.
A look of terror crossed Damien's face, hands stained with the blood that he just drew from his lover. He didn't even think to dodge until it was too late, a jagged slash cutting up from his chin to his nose. Damien fumbled, grabbing his mouth as blood poured from his face. It dawned on him. Joeseph is trying to kill him.
No moment of regret, Joeseph fell through on the swing, flipping the axe over in his hand to swing down at him once more. Rage was in his eyes, and a scream mixed with pain and frustration echoed through the valley.
Damien unlogged his bat, pressing up and against the Axe that dared to cut the metal in half. Sparks flew, and Damien pushed back, harder, faster, pushing the weight and using it to his advantage as he swung. The timeline. For the timeline. This is what's gotta happen.
Crack.
The bat flew and slammed against the bridge of the axe guitar, popping a string.
Crack
The bat slammed against the cement, rolling some distance away as it was hit from his hands. More blood pooled from where his palm gripped his sleeve, trying to quell the bleeding. Damien groaned in pain, stumbling to retrieve the bat.
"Damien what the fuck is wrong with you?" Joeseph screamed at him, tears of rage falling from his face. He followed behind Damien, dragging the axe behind him as a trail of blood followed. "What are you doing?? Do you really hate the fact that you love me this much?"
Damien froze.
He bent over, slowly, grabbing the bat with his good hand. He turned to face Joeseph, bat used as leverage to lean against. He looked worse for ware. Blood still running down his face, shades cracked and missing glass.
Joeseph took another step towards him. His hand was outreached like he wanted to hold something. His hand. Those weren't tears of rage. It was sadness.
Damien swung.
A crack, and Joeseph's body collapsed lifelessly in front of Damien. Blood pooled under his head, and Damien stared down at him with a souless look. He won, at what cost. Knees buckled and he sat down besides his best friends body.
"I am so fuckin' sorry man."
Damien silently sobbed, pushing himself back up and grabbing onto Joeseph's hands like was just an object. Something to push and pull. A cog in the wheel of life. He dragged him, step after step, to the bed that lay in the center of the spire. Blood followed.
With a grunt, Damien hoisted him up and onto the quest bed. Joeseph lay there. It's not like he was alive. Damien stared. What if this didn't work. No one had god tiered before. What if he lied to himself? What if he just killed his best friend and that was it? No more Joeseph.
No.
He had to believe. Otherwise, what would be believe in at all?
His injured face leaned down, and sliced lips met cold ones, and for a moment, Damien pretended like everything was normal.
He pulled away, and waited. A beat. Then another. Nothing happened. Damien growled, just about to yell some explative before the 4 spikes on the bed illuminated with a glaring light. Bleeding hands covered the holes in his shades, and Damien scrambled to get off the quest bed.
A glowing ladybug. Then three. Then hundreds swarmed the bed, and Damien could only watch in awe as they surrounded Joeseph's body. Then with a flash of light, he was gone, and Damien was alone.
It was so quiet.
Damien stared. He reached his hand, gently brushing his lips with a wince. He could feel his teeth through the wound. Another whine of pain, as he looked at his hand, flexing it. Nothing broken, just bruised and cut and-
"Damien."
Damien wiped his head around, broken shades showing just for a moment, he was terrified.
Joeseph stood- no floated above the concrete. Adorned in a god tier outfit, a lighter blue crown apon his head, a small cape flowing in the wind that graced his planet, He looked like nothing had happened to him. No blood. No injuries.
"Joeseph?" Damien scrambled to his feet, stumbling as he hurried towards him. "Joeseph- i am so sorr--"
Damien flinched, a sting on his cheek. He stared at Joeseph, whos hand was still extended from slapping him.
"What in the world were you thinking Damien? You're… ohhh you're SO lucky- oh my gosh. Oh my GOSH." Joeseph was fuming with anger. He lowered onto the ground, a soft tap of his shoes hitting the ground as he paced forward, shoving Damien to the ground. He fell without argument, elbows propping himself up as he stared.
"If that didn't work, you would've just killed me. You realise that right? Dead! Oh my gosh dude." Joeseph rambled, staring down at him. Creases on his face from anger, he groaned with frustration, arms slapping against his sides.
Damien stayed quiet.
"And- don't even get me started on the whole back stabbing thing. Literally?? Did you scheme that up with Atolst or something? HAH- oh that would be just be my luck wouldn't it huh. Wouldn't it b--"
"I love you."
Joeseph paused, mid word, mouth agape.
Damien stared at the space between his legs. He did not move a muscle as he spoke once more.
"Listen-- listen dude I have been such a fucking prick to you. I've kissed you- twice now-- and i've called you homophobic shit behind your back and i've stabbed you and hurt you and--" His head hung low, and a tear dripped onto the concrete.
"And I love you so much and I am so sorry. A version of myself from a different timeline- a failed one, came to me and told me to do it. Otherwise the whole timeline would be fucked. Time shit. I can't-- you know-- my aspect--" Damien rambled, shoulders shaking with every sob that racked his body.
Joeseph looked at him with an unreadable expression. His mouth still open, he lowered himself to his knees, right in front of Damien. Without a word, he pulled him in for a hug, resting his head against the others.
"I love you. It's okay." Joeseph muttered into his ear, hand on his head, fingers tangled in his locks.
Damien's head fell against his shoulder, and he sobbed.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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