romantic bullshit

generic fanfic writing blog. fandoms include homestuck, love live, dangan ronpa, grey's anatomy, and carry on. requests are always open but please read the info page first!

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writing requests wanted

i haven’t had inspiration to write for awhile, so i’m looking for some prompts/requests! i can write for homestuck, love live, dangan ronpa, gakkou gurashi, grey’s anatomy, avatar: the last airbender, and carry on. details on ships and such can be found on my info page. please feel free to send in requests or reblog this post, since i can only tag so many things!

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i’m working on what i’ve got so far, but still looking for more!

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heya! i went to your FAQ, but you don't really have anything set up for gakkou gurashi. Do you have any rules for GG in particular, and are you caught up with th emanga o:?

ah, yeah, i haven’t gotten around to setting it up yet, sorry about that! i’m all caught up with the manga, but haven’t watched the anime, so i only have a very loose knowledge of anime-only events. pairing-wise, i don’t have any special rules for it!

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writing requests wanted

i haven’t had inspiration to write for awhile, so i’m looking for some prompts/requests! i can write for homestuck, love live, dangan ronpa, gakkou gurashi, grey’s anatomy, avatar: the last airbender, and carry on. details on ships and such can be found on my info page. please feel free to send in requests or reblog this post, since i can only tag so many things!

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request

Maki is used to patients requesting her for the most inane reasons, but this time, she might not mind so much.

Ship: RinMaki

Word Count: 637

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Beautiful and aloof, Maki Nishikino was considered one of the most popular residents at the best hospital in Tokyo. Many speculated that at least part of the greater freedoms she got compared to others in her year stemmed from her parents’ ownership of the hospital. They were right, of course, and Maki hated it.

She was skilled in medicine, but not exceptional. It wasn’t her passion. Maki tried her best not to dwell on that, though. There was nothing she could do about it.

“Nishikino-san?” Just as she was deep in thought, a lower-level resident tapped her on the shoulder.

“What is it?”

“There’s a patient requesting you,” they replied, motioning across the busy ER. “Bed three.”

“I’ll be right there,” she said, rolling her eyes. So much for getting caught up on paperwork. This wasn’t uncommon either. If patients found out that the daughter of the owners was there, they’d request her. It didn’t make much sense to Maki, but it was what it was.

“Hoshizora Rin,” she read from the patient’s chart. “Injured playing softball?”

“Oh, good, Rin requested the pretty doctor, nya.”

Face flushing, Maki put the chart back, taking a better look at the girl sitting there. Injured wrist propped up, eyes sparkling with energy, short, orange hair...Not that Maki could really judge the choice to dye it an unnatural color, given her parents’ disapproval of her own scarlet locks. This wasn’t the time to be admiring a patient’s looks anyway, she chided herself.

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” she muttered as she examined the wrist. “Judge your doctors on their medical skills, not their looks.” When she was younger, Maki would’ve gotten much more flustered at that kind of comment, but she’d been able to tone down her reactions as she aged.

“But it’s true,” Rin protested. “You’re very pretty, Nishikino-san.”

Mumbling under her breath the rest of the exam, Maki breathed a sigh of relief when she was able to ship the girl off to radiology. Likely a broken wrist, nothing too catastrophic. She didn’t know why a couple little compliments from a stranger got her so worked up.

“Well, just sign these papers and you can go,” she found herself saying a couple of hours later, gaze focused on the bright yellow casting material instead of Rin’s face. “Be sure to call if you have any concerns, and schedule a follow-up with a doctor.”

“I do have one question,” Rin said as she signed the discharge papers with her good hand.

“What is it?”

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” Rin asked, adding a ‘nya’ on the end, as if for added cuteness.

“That’s a highly inappropriate thing to ask your doctor. Besides, I don’t even know you.”

Rin pouted, and Maki commanded herself not to be swayed. This was ridiculous.

“At least sign my cast. Draw something cute on it.”

“Draw something cute on your cast? You’re in your twenties, not a child.”

“Please, Maki-chan...”

Maki heaved a sigh, signing her name and doodling a little cat next to it, since Rin seemed fond of acting like one.

“There,” she said, straightening up and choosing to ignore the newly familiar form of address.

Similarly, she chose to ignore it when Rin slipped her her phone number on the way out.

A few days later, she sent a text to the number she’d been given, saying yes to the offer of a date. Her parents were always encouraging her to try socializing and putting herself out there, even if Rin probably wasn’t what they had in mind.

Months later, Rin still hadn’t tired of calling her pretty, or of bothering her in the ER, though thankfully not as a patient anymore.

That was one special request for her that she didn’t resent at all.

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requests open

this blog is back up and running again after a long hiatus, so feel free to make fic requests!! just check the info page beforehand.

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i’m in love with simon snow

Semi canon compliant drabble set towards the beginning of Carry On, shortly after Baz arrives at Watford. Simon decides the best way to keep Baz from doing anything suspicious in the middle of the night is to crawl in bed with him to keep him there.

Ship: SnowBaz

Word Count: 864

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Simon Snow was gorgeous even while sleeping, Baz thought to himself. It was criminal, really. The way his curls fell over his forehead, and that dumb little grin that appeared on his face. Probably dreaming of snogging Wellbelove. It was sickening, the way they’d always acted around each other. Almost too happy, like they were putting on an act specifically to torture him. That was ridiculous though. As quickly as Snow had picked up on his vampirism, he was surprisingly oblivious to Baz’s affections.

Baz frowned, gaze still lingering along every plane of Simon’s face. His lips were so soft. They looked like they’d be perfect to kiss. He wouldn’t trust himself not to bite them. For that matter, he wouldn’t trust Simon not to kill him the moment they touched. He shifted farther under the covers, cursing every damn cruel twist of fate that had forced them together. No matter how many times he repeated it to himself over the years, whispering ‘I’m in love with Simon Snow’ over and over when he was alone, it never stopped feeling any less terrifying and surreal.

Just as he was starting to drift off to sleep, he saw Simon stir, eyes opening. Baz forced any hints of fondness or longing from his face, adopting his usual sneer. There was no hope of pretending to be asleep, so the best he could do was to keep from letting it seem like he’d been staring.

“Any particular reason you’re staring at me?” Simon asked, voice barely above a whisper. Clearly, he’d noticed.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Snow,” Baz scoffed, rolling over onto his other side, facing the window. “As if I could stand looking at your face that long without it making me ill.”

For a long couple of moments, Baz dared to hope that that might be the end of it. He still wasn’t up to his usual strength after the whole ordeal with the numpties, and he really wasn’t in the mood for a long, agonizing argument in the middle of the night. But, of course, he couldn’t possibly be that lucky.

He heard Simon’s bed creak quietly, and then footsteps on the floor between them. Before he could even puzzle out what was happening, there was an unfamiliar weight in the bed next to him, and then Simon fucking Snow was sprawled on top of him like some sort of guard dog. For the life of him, the only thing that Baz could figure was that he was planning on hurting him somehow, muttering out a quick warning of ‘Anathema.’

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Simon muttered. “Now, anyway. But someone clearly needs to keep an eye on you. What were you doing the past eight weeks?”

Baz tried halfheartedly to shove Simon off, not hard enough to really do anything. Really, he sort of wanted him to stay in bed with him, even if the intentions behind Snow crawling on top of him in the first place weren’t exactly what he’d wanted, but he had to put up at least a little protest. He could feel the effects of that damn cross, but it wasn’t eliminating the desire to kiss him. Or bite him. He growled softly, hardly noticing how much he sounded like Simon in that moment.

“Crowley, you’re thick,” he muttered. “Do you snuggle all your potential threats?”

There was no response. It took awhile for him to relax into the feeling of another body pressed comfortably against his own, and he was careful to wait until Simon was asleep before letting his arm drape loosely around his waist. The awful, endearing idiot had tucked his head right up under Baz’s chin, almost entirely on top of him, like he was cradling some sort of giant teddy bear. He did his best to memorize every detail. This was what had kept him sane in that dark coffin.

Simon tossed and turned in his sleep, apparently. When Baz woke up in the morning, he was no longer on top of him, but hugging him tightly, face pressed against his neck.

“I’m in love with Simon Snow,” he muttered quietly to himself, knowing he wouldn’t be heard.

He pretended he was asleep when Simon disentangled himself without a word and got ready, waiting until the other boy had left the room before getting up himself. His sheets smelled like Simon’s magic, and without that, he might not have believed the previous night even happened.

Nearly a year later, when they were laying in bed together in almost the same position, in Simon and Penny’s flat, Baz brought up the memory, almost laughing at how back then he’d thought that was as lucky as he’d ever get.

Simon just rolled his eyes, nuzzling in closer. “Should’ve snogged you then, I suppose. Put you out of your misery.”

“Oh, shut up,” Baz growled playfully, kissing him. “You were just as pathetic, you know, snuggling me like that.” His arm snuck in around Simon’s waist, pulling him a little closer. This certainly wasn’t the life he’d ever imagined for himself, even when he’d been falling asleep with his then-enemy in his bed. It was much better.

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step by step solution to finding love in the apocalypse (chapter 2)

Being one of the few immune individuals in a world dying of a mysterious plague can be pretty damn hard, especially when you’re alone. But if you’re lucky enough to find someone, or multiple someones, who you can’t help but fall in love with? That might make it a lot easier.

Ship: EriSolDaveKat

Word Count: 2919

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When he woke up in the morning a few days later, Sollux felt more confused than he had in quite awhile. It had been a couple of days since Eridan first arrived, and it had all felt a little surreal since then. Like both of them were pushing invisible boundaries, seeing if they pressed a little closer, or held the other’s hand a little longer, things would snap back to reality.

It wasn’t normal to start acting all affectionate like this with someone you weren’t close to, especially with neither person even mentioning it, right? It wasn’t normal to act like it was normal. And yet, he didn’t want to stop. The memories probably didn’t help matters. Remembering how soothing and kind Eridan had been then made him want more of the nice Eridan now. Everything was so unstable with the collapse of society and all, so he wanted something soothing and reliable.. That made sense.

Sollux was just thinking in circles, but he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t even fully sure of his own feelings or actions, much less Eridan’s. What he did know, however, was that he didn’t think he could bear to be without him again. Being alone wasn’t all that bad at the time, but the contrast made him realize how lonely he'd truly been. Eridan wouldn’t leave him though, right? Right. He had no reason to. He wouldn’t leave him. He promised.

He sighed softly, curling a little closer to Eridan. The floor wasn’t a comfortable place to sleep, but he’d gotten used to it, and it was especially nice when he could rest his head on Eridan’s shoulder or chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Eridan shifted in his sleep and held Sollux closer, glasses starting to fall off his face. He always seemed to sleep deeper and longer than Sollux, who was lucky to get four or five restless hours a night. Before too long though, Eridan yawned quietly and opened his eyes, grip on Sollux’s waist loosening.

“Mornin’, Sol,” he murmured, taking his glasses off momentarily to rub at his eyes. Sollux had gotten used to the nickname, and always called Eridan ‘ED’ in turn, not even mentally questioning the familiarity anymore.

“Yeah, morning, lazy,” he teased, a smirk playing at his lips. “I’ve been awake for almost an hour already.”

Eridan frowned at that, sitting up a little.

“Did you sleep at all last night?” he asked, fingers brushing through Sollux’s hair.

“A little. Not much less than usual. Don’t worry. I’m sleeping better now than I was before you were with me.” Sollux sat up as well, stretching a little and leaning back against Eridan. It was probably only a matter of time before they’d start kissing and acting like that was normal too, he thought.

“Alright, alright...If you say so.”

“I do. I’m fine. I’ve never slept all that much.” He shrugged, looking over at him. “Anyway...today’s the day, huh?” Sollux felt bad having to talk about it so much, when it must be so hard for Eridan to even think about.

“Yeah,, today’s the day,” Eridan sighed. “Getting rid of the rest of my old life. My dad, my home...All gone.”

“I’m sorry,” Sollux offered weakly, not sure how he was supposed to comfort Eridan.

“It’s alright. Fuck it. That me was pathetic anyway. Maybe this me will actually be good for something.” Eridan nodded, biting his lip.

“What, goodbye spoiled rich boy Eridan and hello survivalist Eridan?” Maybe trying to crack jokes would be best. There weren’t a whole lot of genuinely funny things to laugh at anymore.

“Something like that.” Eridan forced a small smile, absently toying with one of his rings, spinning it around and around on his finger.

“Hey, it’ll be fine, eventually, maybe,” Sollux offered. “And maybe it won’t be, but at least we’ll suffer through whatever shit life has in store together, right?”

“You need to get better at comforting people,” Eridan replied, rolling his eyes. “You’re just as pessimistic as me, so it doesn’t really work.”

“At least I’m honest. Shitty honesty is better than fake optimism.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Eridan agreed.

“I’m always right. Now, we should probably start getting ready...” Neither of them knew exactly what they’d be facing outside, but it’d probably be a lot of boring nothing. Corpses, maybe a wild animal or two...Nothingness.

“Yeah, we should just get it over with. No point in sitting around thinking about it.”

Sollux slowly got up, stretching again once he was standing. They'd already packed some supplies just in case; food, water, first aid materials, and of course they'd each have a weapon. The plan was to spend the night at Eridan's house and then decide what to do. As they'd already discussed, they couldn't live in the school indefinitely, but they weren't sure where that more permanent home would be yet.

As soon as Eridan stood up, he grabbed one of the backpacks, folding up a blanket to add to it before slinging it over his shoulders.

   "Oh, you want to go now?" Sollux furrowed his brow, utterly confused. "I thought we'd at least have breakfast first."

   "I want to go now. No breakfast. Let's just do it," Eridan's voice was firm, but Sollux doubted he was really that confident about it.

   "Okay, ED, if that's what you want." Sollux added a blanket to his own bag and picked it up, glancing around the room. The essentials were all packed; the rest would be left behind to gather dust like the rest of the school.

   Checking weapons, taking a last look around...it all only took a few moments. Then Eridan was opening the door, and they were stepping out into the hall, walking towards the exit.

   Right outside the front doors, Sollux saw the first body. At first, he just stared blankly, frozen on the edge of the bottom step. Then, when he noticed the flies, he wound up retching into the grass, Eridan's hand resting at his lower back.

   "You're gonna have to get used to seeing them. The bodies, I mean," Eridan said. "They're everywhere."

   Grimacing, Sollux glanced up at him, an irritated expression on his face.

   "I know. I just wasn't expecting one right here. You don't have to treat me like someone who can't handle this stuff." He straightened up, starting down the sidewalk, away from the school.

   Eridan wasted no time in following him, catching up easily and taking his hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.

   "It's just...I've been out here more recently than you. A month ago, it was bad, yeah, but not this bad. More people were alive a month ago."

   "I don't want you to see me as weak," Sollux said. "You know some shit about me, but I don't want that to make you see me as weak."

   "I don't. I wouldn't."

   "Good."

   It was a slow, boring trek towards Eridan's fancy neighborhood, avoiding all sorts of debris. Sollux became convinced that they wouldn't see a single other living person. That maybe there were no other living people in town. Then, he saw a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye.

   Judging by Eridan's tight grip on his hand, he'd seen it too. A very slight movement, and a hint of what looked like a torn black sweater, exposing the tan skin underneath. A real, live person.

   "Careful, Sol," Eridan whispered as they crept closer.

   There was no adrenaline-fueled confrontation, no weapons pulled out. They just stared at each other; Eridan and Sollux on one side, and this person on the other, both openly staring.

   "What, are you just gonna gawk at me like a couple of brain-dead fuckpods?" The stranger's voice was rough and a little raspy, like he hadn't had reason to use it in awhile. It certainly broke the silence though.

   "I guess that depends on if you're gonna keep acting like a scared zoo animal," Sollux retorted automatically.

   "Oh, you think I'm scared, huh? At least I'm not cowering behind my boyfriend for protection."

   Finally, Eridan interjected, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet with impatience.

   "Yeah, yeah, you're both a couple a pansies, now can we get going, Sol? Uh, you too, I guess, if you want," he said as an afterthought, gesturing towards the other boy.

   "Karkat Vantas," he said by way of introduction. "I'm a little surprised you'd offer a spot in your group to a stranger so fucking quickly, and honestly, you both seem pretty pathetic, but I'll take you up on it."

   "Right...I'd argue that, but that'd just delay us further. Eridan Ampora." Eridan kept walking, squeezing Sollux's hand. Karkat followed.

   "Sollux Captor," Sollux said, glancing back at Karkat. "Welcome to our dysfunctional...whatever this is."

Conversation was minimal on the rest of the walk, mostly consisting of Karkat asking a few questions about where they were going and what the plan was, with either Sollux or Eridan answering. They’d stopped holding hands, though they were still walking close together, hands or arms occasionally brushing. Karkat referring to them as boyfriends was still lingering in Sollux’s mind, and he wasn’t sure whether it was a good or bad thing.

As they walked up the driveway to the house, all three of them were dead silent. It felt like it would be wrong to speak, like chatting during a funeral. And really, it kind of was a funeral, if an unusual one.

The body was in what appeared to be a comfy sitting room, sat on a couch. The smell of rot, along with other things Sollux didn’t much want to think about, permeated the room, making it impossible to forget that there was a corpse there. He tried not to breathe in the mingling smells of sickness and death, chewing anxiously at his lip.

“I’ll take care of it. You guys don’t have to help,” Eridan said, walking over to his father and closing his eyes, making sure he was really dead.

“God, you really are stupid,” Karkat scoffed. “You can’t dig a grave and bury him all by yourself just because it’s your duty or some other, equally pretentious bullshit. I’m helping.”

Eridan didn’t respond, just striding down the hall, presumably in search of something he’d need for this.

“He’s really dramatic sometimes,” Sollux admitted once Eridan was out of earshot. “You get used to it.”

“I doubt you’re any better,” Karkat said as both of them followed Eridan to the garage, where he was comparing a couple of different shovels.

       Karkat grabbed one of the shovels and waited for Eridan to take the other, while Sollux found a couple pairs of old gardening gloves. The idea of using gardening gloves while digging a grave was almost laughable, but he knew they'd need some sort of gloves.

   Next was finding a good location. It took awhile, but Eridan picked a spot in the shade of some trees in the backyard. He and Karkat started digging, Sollux wishing he could do something more helpful than standing around.

   Eventually, they settled into a pattern of two digging and one resting to take over for whoever got tired and needed a break first, and repeating that cycle until they had a large enough hole.

   "I guess I'll need help carrying him out here," Eridan muttered, going back inside the house. Once Sollux got to the living room to join him, Eridan was carefully wrapping his father's body in a sheet, likely both for ease of carrying and to try and partially make up for the lack of a coffin.

   Once it was drawing closer to sunset, everything was done, including a valiant effort at a hand-carved gravestone that neither Sollux nor Karkat could bear to mention the ugliness of. It was sweet that Eridan had tried.

   Dinner consisted of MREs that'd been stored in the basement, and they actually sat around the dining room table, not saying much of anything while they ate.

   "We can sleep in the study," Eridan announced, the first time he'd spoken in a few hours. "It's nice and tucked away, but not as easy to get trapped in as somewhere upstairs."

   "Works for me. It's probably more comfortable than the floor at school," Sollux said. "I'm assuming you have plenty of pillows and blankets and shit we can use."

   "I haven't slept in a couple of days, so I really couldn't care less how comfortable it is, as long as I can actually sink into blissful unconsciousness," Karkat chimed in, getting up from the table. "And as long as I won't be forced to listen to you two fucking across the room from me."

   "Uh, we aren't-" Sollux and Eridan said it in unison, glancing at each other.

  "Mhm, sure. You just act like a couple for the hell of it."

  "Are you planning on accusing us of trying to seduce you the moment we get comfortable around you too? You're reading way too much into this." He was actually pretty accurate in his assessment, but Sollux was determined to deny it until he could figure out what Eridan thought of the idea.

   The answer to that was pretty damn comfortable, judging by Eridan's next comment.

   "Maybe we should seduce him, Sol. Living through the apocalypse deserves some kind of reward. What's better than two hot boyfriends?" The smirk on Eridan's face was unmistakably devious, and it seemed like he was actually considering the idea. Sollux could work with that.

   "I'd say three, but that'd throw off my whole duality thing. So I'm gonna have to go with nothing."

   Karkat didn't respond as he scooped up all the plates from the table and dumped them in the sink, but his face was bright red. Not as much of a stoic grump as Sollux thought, if he blushed at the two of them joking around like that.

   "Mhm, that's what I thought," Eridan said faux-thoughtfully. "Now we just need to make our dream come true." As he and Sollux left the dining room as well, he grabbed Sollux's arm gently, tugging him into a kiss. "We gotta be the most badass power trio on Earth though, or no deal."

  "How could we possibly be anything else?" Sollux managed to say, the words feeling clunky and awkward as they came out of his mouth. Eridan kissed him. Eridan just kissed him, in front of Karkat no less, and had made it feel like the most natural thing in the world.

  "As much as I'd love to gloat about how I was right about you two being a thing, I'd love to get some pillows and blankets together and actually lay down even more," Karkat cut in, something that seemed to already be turning into a trend.

   Eridan glared at him, but turned to lead the way to a well-stocked linen closet they could take bedding from. It didn't take long to set up a cozy sleeping area in the study, but it was all done in awkward, uncertain silence. Something had begun to change, but none of them knew what to do about it.

   "So, uh, KK, what's your story?" Sollux asked once they were all sitting on the thick comforters they'd laid out. He had to break the silence somehow, and it was important to know more about Karkat anyway.

   "My story?" Karkat rolled his eyes, leaning back against the wall. "Well, I assume you only care about the shit since the virus broke out, right? I lived with my dad and my brother in a shitty apartment building, but we had food and everything. We would've been fine. But my dumbass father decided he needed to help the less fortunate. Playing nurse to the victims. He got sick within a week of starting that, and gave it to my brother pretty quickly after. I gave them tea laced with Vicodin. It's, uh, what I would've wanted, you know?" His voice cracked on the last word, and he wiped at his eyes.

Sollux nodded, once again not sure what to say, just like when he’d been talking to Eridan about his dad. He didn’t have some sob story about infected relatives, so he didn’t know how the people who did wanted him to react. His family had gotten stuck out of town, and he’d just never seen them again. That was it. No closure, no tough decisions.

Eridan still hadn’t said much of anything. With the exception of that boyfriend quip and kiss, he’d been uncharacteristically quiet all day. He’d curled up under a blanket with his eyes closed, but was clearly still awake. Sollux reached over, taking his hand. Eridan squeezed it back, but stayed silent. Karkat was just looking at them, and Sollux could practically see him thinking.

“If you guys were serious about all that before...I don’t think I’d mind,” Karkat finally said. “I mean, I have to admit you’re pretty hot for people who probably haven’t had a decent shower or clean clothes in God knows how long.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” Sollux murmured with a smirk, and Eridan offered up a tired sound that was probably meant as agreement.

They settled down for the night shortly after, Sollux and Eridan wrapped up in each other’s arms as had become customary, and Karkat a short distance away. For now, they were at peace, oblivious to the creaking sounds of the ceiling above them.

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step by step solution to finding love in the apocalypse (chapter 1)

Being one of the few immune individuals in a world dying of a mysterious plague can be pretty damn hard, especially when you're alone. But if you're lucky enough to find someone, or multiple someones, who you can't help but fall in love with? That might make it a lot easier.

Ship: EriSolDaveKat

Word Count: 2156

Read under the cut or on AO3

2 to 3 percent of the population is naturally immune to the virus. 2 to 3 percent of the population is naturally immune to the virus. 2 to 3 percent of the population is naturally immune to the virus. He just had to keep telling himself that. He was immune. He had to be. Almost his whole neighborhood had been dead or dying when he’d gotten the nerve to pack supplies and ditch his house, so he must’ve been exposed at some point. Exposure without getting sick meant immunity.

Sollux was sitting curled up in the corner of the computer lab at his high school. Former high school now, he supposed. He’d just been a month away from graduation when the schools had closed to prevent spreading of the virus. Now it seemed pretty damn unlikely that things would calm down enough for something like him getting his diploma to matter. No disease had even been close to this devastating since the Black Death in the 1300s, and even that had spared portions of the world.

He’d been alone for about a month, he figured. He hadn’t been keeping precise track of the days, and it was difficult when they were all more or less the same. The school had a pretty sizable stock of food, a lot of which didn’t need to be cooked, as well as several cases of bottled water, iced tea, and so on. Between that and the computer lab filled with laptops whose lingering battery charge he could carefully ration, there were definitely worse places he could be.

Sollux sighed softly, running his fingers through his hair and taking a sip of his water. He was a relatively solitary person, but he was really missing some human interaction. What if he was the only one left around here?

As if in answer to his mental question, he heard footsteps in the hallway. Gentle, surefooted thuds, not the weak stumbling of the dying. Another immune, then, like him. He got to his feet, taking hold of the wickedly sharp, serrated kitchen knife he’d found. It wasn’t a weapon made for combat, but it was better than nothing if this person turned out to be violent.

The hand not holding the knife shook slightly on the doorknob, and he wondered if it might be better to just go back to his cozy corner and hope this person didn’t think the computer lab warranted investigation. But he knew he couldn’t do that. Not when there was a chance he could get an ally out of this.

He steadied his shaky hand and opened the door, quietly stepping out into the hallway. The figure was turned the other way at first, so Sollux had a moment to inspect it. Taller than him, and more athletic looking. Expensive-looking clothes, and a gun tucked in their pants. Overall, someone he really didn’t want to have to fight with his dumb kitchen knife. Sollux didn’t have a chance to make any more observations before they turned to face him.

Neither of them said anything for a long few moments, just staring at each other. They weren’t friends or anything, not even really acquaintances. The amount of people in their grade was just sizable enough to make it possible for the top two students not to know each other. It wasn’t like who was valedictorian mattered anymore, but all through high school, he’d known that it’d be between him and some guy named Eridan Ampora. He’d been pointed out to Sollux a few times, no big deal.

There was that one time junior year too, but Sollux didn’t want to think about that. Couldn’t think about it now, when Eridan was staring at him, had a gun, and knew exactly what one of his biggest weaknesses was.

He bit his lip, hand getting shaky again. This time the one holding the knife. Not good. Sollux took one tiny step back towards his computer lab, watching carefully for a sign Eridan was going to reach for his gun.

“Sollux...” Eridan’s tone was hesitant, the sort you might use when talking to a feral animal. He was just as scared, then.

“Eridan...” He replied just as hesitantly, not at all sure what to do.

“I didn’t think anyone else would be here,” Eridan finally said. “I don’t even know why I came here, really. Just needed some sort of familiar place, I guess.”

“Yeah. Me too, I guess.” What else could he say? “And there’s a lot of computers here, so...I just wanted to be around them.” Ugh, that sounded so stupid. But Eridan was acting different too, going by what he’d seen of him over the years. Maybe they were both just that desperate for someone to talk to.

“Would you mind some company? I’ve been doin’ fine on my own, but who knows how many people there are around here...And we kinda know each other already, so...” Eridan shrugged, moving a little closer.

“You want to team up or something?” Sollux raised an eyebrow, more than a little surprised by the offer. It was all he could do not to ask how long. Eridan seemed to figure that part of the question out anyway though.

“Yeah. Indefinitely. For however long you feel like putting up with me. I figured in this situation, it’s probably better to have someone with you.”

He had no reason to trust him, or to trust anything he said. That one encounter aside, he didn’t know Eridan. He could be tricking him. But he certainly seemed genuine...

Sollux wasn’t able to carefully consider the pros and cons very long. Even if it was a terrible idea, he’d probably say yes, no matter how much he might like to pretend otherwise.

“Okay, if you really want to spend your days with a dysfunctional computer geek, I’m not gonna stop you. You can be my friend or whatever.” And with that, Sollux stepped back into the dim computer lab, wasting no time in getting comfy where he was sitting before.

Eridan followed, sitting next to him and carefully taking a half-stale dinner roll out of the bag in front of him. The school’s food offerings had been much better a month ago. After a moment of consideration, Sollux offered him half his blanket. Even in the summer, this part of the school could get a little chilly.

He had a small stack of textbooks off to the side, mostly science and programming. Even if they weren’t very exciting, they were something to read. Sollux had one on his lap, skimming through it. Maybe random science knowledge would come in handy in this world.

“We both know I kicked your ass in Chem,” Eridan teased when he noticed what Sollux was reading.

“Just like we both know you pretended to be a science wizard the whole year,” Sollux retorted, a slight smirk on his face. They hadn’t been in the same Chemistry class, but pretty much the whole school knew about that.

Eridan rolled his eyes, scooting a little closer, both for more effective blanket sharing and so he could read over Sollux’s shoulder.

“Magic is fake as shit, Sol. Everyone knows that, including me.”

“I never said you didn’t.”

“Whatever.”

Once again, they lapsed into silence, both going back to reading the Chemistry textbook. There were plenty of other books sitting there, but Eridan chose to keep reading over Sollux’s shoulder.

Sollux lost track of how long that went on, but when he woke up some time later, the textbook was still half on his lap, and Eridan’s head was resting on his shoulder, their fingers just barely touching, like they’d moved towards holding hands in their sleep. Odd, considering they hardly knew each other, but comforting.

He just watched Eridan sleep for awhile, glancing down to notice that even now, the Aquarius had all sorts of sparkly gold and violet rings on his fingers. Flaunting his wealth even in the apocalypse.

Before long, Eridan woke up, blinking sleepily. He yawned, picking his head up from Sollux’s shoulder.

“How long was I asleep?” he asked, clearly a little disoriented. Sollux had gotten used to not always knowing what time or even what day it was, but apparently Eridan hadn’t, wherever he’d been until now.

“I don’t know. There’s no windows in this room, and the clock batteries died about a week ago,” he replied, letting their fingers brush again.

“You’ve been holed up in here over a week?” Eridan sounded surprised, like that possibility hadn’t even occurred to him.

“Yeah, probably about a month by now. When everyone in my neighborhood got sick, I walked here, since I didn’t know where else to go. My family was away when it started getting bad, so they couldn’t make it back. And I haven’t had a reason to leave here since, so I haven’t.” He shrugged.

“I was at home up until yesterday,” Eridan finally said. “We were pretty much set for awhile with food and a generator and everything. It all kinda went to shit when my dad got sick...I tried to take care of him for awhile, figuring I’d get it too before long. But I haven’t. Yesterday I couldn’t do it anymore. I just...left.”

Sollux nodded in understanding. He doubted anyone could bear to take care of someone in that condition for long, especially a loved one.

“I was planning on going back in a couple of days...to finish taking care of things. You don’t have to come with me for that, but I feel like it’s something I need to do.” Eridan’s fingers interlocked more securely with Sollux’s. “He deserves a proper burial, and I need to gather up some things, so...”

Again, Sollux wasn't quite sure what to say. He'd never exactly been taught what to say to someone who was waiting for their father to die before going back.

"No, I'll go with you. We're a team now, right?" He gently squeezed Eridan's hand, offering him a half smile. "We'll do it together."

"Thanks, Sol." Eridan squeezed back, still pressed close to him under the blanket.

“No problem,” he said, staring down at the blanket, tracing the stitches at the hem of it with his fingertip. This was all artificial closeness, created from needing to share a blanket, or both of them reading the same book. He couldn’t let himself think Eridan truly cared for him all that much, because that couldn’t possibly be true.

“Anyway, uh, we should probably have some kind of plan. We can’t just stay here indefinitely like a couple of fuckin’ idiots who can’t be bothered to think anything through,” Eridan said suddenly, eyes glowing with a clear need to talk about concrete logistics instead of emotions.

“Well, yeah, no shit. The supplies here aren’t going to last forever, and there’s a lot of other things we still need. Plus, this building isn’t something we could easily secure or heat or anything like that...” Sollux chewed thoughtfully at his lower lip, trying to remember all the things they’d have to keep in mind from now on.

"We need something smaller," Eridan agreed. "A house would be best, out of the way of any potential looters. Supplies, I'm sure we can find around town. There's hardly anyone left to take them."

"So we'll just...look for a decent house and whatever supplies we can find? I guess that works for now, but eventually we're gonna need a longer-term plan than that. Supplies run out, ED." Sollux hardly even noticed the affectionate term he used, too caught up in his thoughts.

"Obviously. I know that. But don't you think it's better to focus on right now first? We don't even know if we'll live that long."

The silence dragged on until Eridan finally continued.

"We'll talk about it after we take care of things at my house, okay?"

"You were the one who was so insistent on talking about a plan right now, but okay. We'll wait."

The mood was tense after that little discussion, and there was only minimal conversation for the majority of the day in between brief snacks and pacing around the room. Not exciting by any means, that was for sure. Sollux was fed up with such boring days, but he knew that he should be savoring it now, since things could be very different outside the walls of the school.

When it started getting late, the insignificant little argument faded away, and they got comfortable with all the pillows and blankets Sollux had stashed in the room. Unlike the night before, when they'd accidentally fallen asleep close together, they laid down next to each other, cuddling up close.

"I still think about that time..." Eridan said quietly.

"Yeah, I do too." Sollux pressed closer, resting his head against Eridan's chest.

"I'm glad I was right."

"I think I am too."

[platonicaiiy]

through the window

Sollux and Eridan, despite what most people might think, are actually incredibly fond of each other. Eridan, not wanting to risk his father suspecting that he might be in a relationship with the boy next door, continues to act cruel to him at school, their only affectionate moments when they sneak into each other's rooms at night through the window to fall asleep in each others' arms. After awhile though, that's not enough.

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Sollux couldn't sleep, yet again. His thoughts just kept spinning around and around in his head, not offering any kind of respite. Clearly, just laying here in bed wasn't going to be very helpful tonight. It rarely was. He sat up and sighed softly, assessing his options. He could just pull an all-nighter wasting time on the Internet, or even do something productive like write the English essay due next week or clean his room.

Taking a sip of water from the half-full bottle sitting on his nightstand, he glanced out the window. Sure enough, the window directly across from his own had the violet curtains drawn, but there was warm light leaking out into the night from the crack between them. He was awake. Sollux ran a hand through his messy hair, just staring out the window for a minute. It was just his side yard, with the familiar, sturdy tree, and then, a little farther away, the house that looked far too fancy to belong on this street.

There was a little gazebo in the huge, shared backyard. It had started out as two smaller yards, but no boundaries were ever drawn and over time they just melded into one. Quite a few amazing memories had been made behind the gauzy curtains hung around that gazebo the past couple of summers, and he was sure there would be more, now that things were warming up again for the spring. Thinking about the gazebo would do absolutely nothing for his sleeplessness though. He had to decide whether it was bad enough to warrant the daring maneuver he'd done so many times before.

Finally he decided that yes, it was.

The lanky teen got out of bed, tugging on a pair of soft, worn pajama pants, which he'd bought especially for these late night outings. Sneaking across the yard in just his t-shirt and boxers would be a bad idea, and putting jeans on at 1:00 or 2:00 AM wasn't usually appealing either, hence the comfy flannel pants. Sollux then shoved his feet in his sneakers and walked over to the window, opening it as quietly as he could and praying it wouldn't creak.

Getting the screen out of the window in the dark with minimal noise was something he'd gotten better at with practice, as was fitting it back in once he was outside, crouching on the rather precarious ledge just below his window. Tonight, Sollux did all of that with ease, going from ledge to tree branch, to other tree branch, and finally to the matching ledge of the house next door. He didn't want to mess with the ground or front doors; this was faster.

He gave the glass of the window three quick taps, code for 'I want to come in.' They'd never sat down and made up the window tap code, figured out what meant what. It'd just naturally evolved over time. At first, he worried that Eridan had fallen asleep and hadn't heard him. But then, the curtains parted, and a familiar face smiled at him, opening the window and helping him inside.

"Couldn't sleep?" Eridan asked quietly, almost a whisper. The concern in his voice never failed to tug at Sollux's heartstrings. When he acted sweet like this, it made up for every transgression done in the daylight.

Sollux just nodded, slipping off his shoes as Eridan closed the window and the curtains. This room was almost as familiar as his own, even though he'd only seen the rest of the house's interior a handful of times.

"I'm certainly not havin' any problems feelin' tired, but I only just finished my Physics homework," Eridan said, gesturing to himself, still fully dressed and public-ready. "It's alright though, I suppose. This way I was awake to let you in."

Sollux nodded and wasted no time in crawling into Eridan's luxurious, king-size bed, slipping out of his pants as he did. Meanwhile, the other boy padded between the bedroom and the attached bathroom, getting ready for bed. He looked so oddly sweet and vulnerable with all the gel out of his hair and the icy attitude disposed of. When he took off his shirt, Sollux couldn't help but stare for a moment, taking in the sight of that lean swimmer's torso that he ordinarily only got to sneak peeks of in the locker room before gym class.

Soon, Eridan was laying next to him, one hand sliding under his shirt to trace along his ribs with his fingertips as his other hand worked the TV remote, putting on some dumb house hunting show on low volume, just for background noise.

"I'm sorry about today," Eridan said softly, sounding almost like he was close to tears. Even as he did though, his fingers kept mapping paths along Sollux's skin, like it was as necessary as breathing. "I'm sorry you had to hear it."

It wasn't like he hadn't heard worse things about himself come out of Eridan's mouth. This time it was just some jibe about how he was some psycho freak. Nothing too detailed or personal. He knew they had to keep up appearances.

"I know," Sollux replied, pressing closer. "You know I just want you safe." He'd offered so many times that Eridan could just stay with him if his father kicked him out, but he'd had none of it. It was clear that being disowned by the Ampora family would break him.

"Someday it'll be different, Sol," Eridan said. "After graduation. Maybe it'll be easier after graduation." Sollux noticed his hands getting frustrated navigating the tangles of fabric, and he just took off his shirt, letting it drop to the floor.

"Right. After graduation." Eridan's hand rested over his heart, the Aquarius seeming to draw comfort from its steady beating.

"I swear it," Eridan breathed, lips dragging leisurely over his collarbone. "I wanna be with you forever. I just...can't come out right now. You know that."

Sollux made a soft noise of assent, arms wrapping around the other's waist, pulling him closer.

"Enough of that talk for now though," he urged lightly. "Tell me about your day."

"You were there for most of it," Sollux protested, muffling a laugh against Eridan's shoulder.

"Not really. I mean, yeah, I was there, but...as an outsider. It's not like I can lean over in the middle of History and make a joke about the stupid educational movie we're watching, or see the bruise on your hip in Gym and tell you how much I wanna kiss it. I'm just one of those rich jerks who makes your life hell." Once done with his explanation, Eridan just sighed.

"Well, what do you want to know?" Sollux's lips quirked into a smile, unsurprised when Eridan ducked under the covers briefly to press a tender kiss to the curve of his hipbone, just as he'd mentioned.

"Did you think about me?" Eridan asked that relatively frequently, so Sollux already had a reply prepared.

"Yeah, of course I did. All day, I was hoping I'd be here tonight. Plus, those pants you wore today make your ass look great."

That made Eridan grin, clearly thrilled at both the reassurance that he was on Sollux's mind, and at the compliment.

"I'm gonna buy us a mansion like that someday," he murmured sleepily, pointing to the house being shown onscreen. It was ridiculously ornate, and far more expensive than Sollux could ever reasonably hope to afford, coming from a family who just managed to scrape by.

“Oh, really? Are you going to get us a private island too?” Sollux teased, resting his head on Eridan’s chest.

“My family actually does have a private island,” Eridan replied. “In the Bahamas.”

“Bullshit, no, you don’t.” Sollux refused to believe that the Amporas, as rich as they were, actually owned their own island. And at that, he had to wonder yet again why they lived here, in the same neighborhood as him. He’d never asked. It would feel like tempting fate. Just a few years ago, he would’ve dreamed of Eridan moving somewhere more suited to his wealth, so that he’d only have to put up with his torment at school, not at home too. But now, if they couldn’t do this, he’d be devastated.

“Yes, we do. Maybe I’ll take you there someday.” From the tone of his voice, it was clear that Eridan was drifting off to sleep.

“Your alarm’s set for early, right?” Sollux double-checked. Mornings were always a little scary, trying to sneak out and back to his own house before either of their fathers noticed.

“Mhm, 5:00, like always,” Eridan said, kissing his nose. “That’s just a couple of hours away, so get some sleep, babe.”

“I don’t know if I can...My thoughts just keep swirling around in my head...” He sighed, nestling closer to Eridan. “Can you keep talking to me a little longer?”

“Sure. Anything in particular you want me to talk about?”

“No, I just wanna hear your voice.”

“Okay.”

True to his word, Eridan kept talking softly to him, about what his plans were for after school the next day, how maybe if he framed it to look enough like a joke, they could be partners for their History presentation...After awhile, Sollux stopped fully absorbing the meaning of what the other was saying, just allowing himself to be soothed by the familiar voice.

By some miracle, he almost always managed to sleep soundly when he was next to Eridan, snuggled up under the violet duvet, and this time was no different. When the alarm went off at 5:00, he'd at least gotten a solid three hours of sleep, which was better than nothing.

"Mmh, too early," he groaned, burying his face in the pillow and silently willing Eridan to turn the incessantly chiming alarm off.

"Yeah, I know, Sol. But you gotta get up." Eridan ran his fingers through his hair, smiling sympathetically.

"Maybe we should just ditch school today," Sollux suggested. "So we can actually have some time together."

"I have a Latin test this morning that I really can't miss...I could probably make up some excuse to get out at lunchtime though, so we can have the afternoon," Eridan offered, hands wandering over Sollux's thin torso.

"Yeah, that works," Sollux decided. "I guess I'll go just for the morning too, and then we can leave together and go get lunch."

"Alright. We can meet up at noon or so outside."

"You know, it'd be a lot easier if you actually gave me your number," Sollux grumbled. "It's not like anyone will know."

"Fine, fine." Eridan sighed, passing Sollux his phone. "Put your number in, but then you have to go home, love."

Sollux did so, setting Eridan's phone down and giving him a kiss before getting out of bed and starting to get dressed again.

"See you in a few hours," he said sleepily before opening the window and crawling his way out onto the ledge, making his way back to his own room with no problems.

When he was back in his own house getting ready for school, his phone buzzed quietly with a text from a number that must be Eridan's, that said only "you should really remember to close your curtains wwhen youre gettin undressed. someone might look in your wwindoww."

"ii thiink you'd be awfully dii2appoiinted iif ii diid," he replied, looking up to see Eridan looking out his own window at him.

"im just lookin out for you, babe." That made Sollux smile, and he waved slightly before he left his room.

When he was walking to his first period programming class, which was coincidentally right across the hall from the Latin classroom, he nearly bumped right into Eridan.

"Watch it, Captor," he growled, shoving him slightly. His hand then slipped down from his shoulder to his ass, copping a quick feel before anyone could notice. Sollux almost laughed, simply because Eridan had never once dared to do that in public before.

In the middle of second period, Eridan chose Sollux to be his partner for the research project, striking the perfect balance between sarcasm and sincerity to not make anyone else suspicious, but also to not upset Sollux.

All morning, it felt like things had decisively changed for the better, like Eridan had finally figured out that just occasionally sneaking into each other's rooms at night didn't constitute a relationship.

When it came time to make their lunchtime escape, Sollux got his things and slipped out a back door between classes, completely undetected. He waited in the parking lot for Eridan, sending him a quick text to make sure he remembered. "ii'm waiitiing for you out2iide."

For a nerveracking few minutes, it seemed like maybe Eridan wasn't coming. Sollux shifted from foot to foot, glancing at his phone and hoping that nobody would come outside and see him there.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, I got held up by someone askin’ about prom stuff, since you know, I’m on the committee an’ all..." Eridan was out of breath, like he'd been running to keep Sollux from having to wait any longer than necessary. "Where do you want to go?"

Sollux shrugged, secretly just relieved that Eridan hadn’t bailed on him. “I don’t really care, anywhere you want is fine.”

They wound up at a little diner on the other side of town, where there was virtually no chance of anybody recognizing them. Nobody even asked why they weren't in school. They ate lunch, chatting and laughing the whole time. It felt more carefree than Sollux had ever imagined something with Eridan could be.

"What do you want to do now?" He asked as they wandered out of the diner towards their cars, letting his fingers loosely interlock with Eridan's. Eridan reflexively tugged his hand away.

"I don't know..." He trailed off. "Bein' in public like this just makes me feel all antsy. Like someone's gonna see me."

"Eridan...You've been doing so good today, and you have to go back to worrying about that now? Nobody's going to see us."

"You don't know that!" They were standing in the middle of the parking lot right now, and Sollux hoped for both their sakes that nobody else would walk out and witness their argument.

"Fine. Whatever. I don't want to fight with you right now." He lifted his hands in defeat, unlocking his car. "Do you just want to go home and go back to pretending you don't love me?"

"No...no, Sol, you know I don't want that." Eridan grabbed Sollux's arm, stopping him from getting in the car. "There's a park near here, with a pond and everything...We could go there to be alone."

Sollux pretended to think about it for a few minutes, but really, he knew from the minute Eridan said it that he'd agree. "Okay."

Eridan actually held his hand as they walked through the lush grass towards the pond, not talking much.

"I used to come here with my ex-girlfriend," Eridan finally said. "She kinda tainted the place, so I thought maybe we could make new memories here. Better ones." His smile was so hopeful and innocent that Sollux couldn't resist leaning over and kissing him while they walked. Eridan froze for a split second, but then kissed back.

"Of course we can," Sollux said.

They sat down at the edge of the pond, but soon wound up laying in the grass in a tangle of limbs, just like in Eridan's bed the night before.

"This is nice," Eridan said quietly, carding his fingers through Sollux's silky, black hair. "I want it to be like this all the time as much as you do. I'm just scared...We don't know what he'll do."

"I know. I'm not gonna push you to tell him. But we're not going back to you pushing me around and treating me like trash at school. I shouldn't have put up with it as long as I did, but now I got a taste of what it's like for it to be different, and there's no way I'm going back." It felt like his heart was going to burst right out of his chest, but he had to say it. "If you're not willing to at least be civil to me in public, I can't do this."

It was silent for a long time, and Sollux actually started to fear that Eridan was going to end it. The fingers in his hair had fallen still. After almost ten minutes, he heard a tiny, stifled sob.

"I'm so sorry, Sol," Eridan breathed, voice cracking and tears starting to fall as he clutched him tighter. "I'm so sorry I hurt you for so long. I really don't deserve you."

"It's okay," he replied. "It's okay, I know." It didn't make all of those things hurt any less, but he really did know that Eridan felt awful about having done them. "Just promise you won't do it again."

"I promise. I love you so much, Sol." Sollux shakily wiped away Eridan's tears, feeling some well up in his own eyes. Before too long, they were both just laying in the grass crying and holding each other.

"We'll figure this out together," Sollux murmured against the soft skin of Eridan's neck.

"Do you really think your dad would let me stay with you?"

"Yeah, I do. He might make you stay in the guest room instead of mine, but he'd definitely let you stay," the Gemini assured.

"I think maybe I'll talk to him tonight, if that's okay," Eridan said hesitantly, playing with the hem of Sollux's shirt.

"That's...wow. Are you sure? I mean, it's okay, but are you sure?" Sollux had no idea how to react.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Like I said, I love you, and I haven't really been the best at showing that all the time, but I want to fix that as much as I can."

When the school day was officially over, Sollux texted his dad to ask if it was okay if he brought a friend home for dinner. At the same time, Eridan told his own father that he was going to a friend's for dinner, and would probably spend the night.

They picked themselves up from the cool grass and walked back to where they’d parked hand in hand. Eridan gently plucked a small leaf out of Sollux’s hair, laughing.

“Honestly, Sol,” he said. “What would you do without me? You’d constantly look like a wreck.”

“I would not,” Sollux retorted. “I just didn’t know there was a leaf in my hair. I look fine most of the time.”

“You go entire weekends without changin’ your clothes,” the other pointed out, raising an eyebrow skeptically as he unlocked his car. “But besides that, what are we gonna do about my car? My dad would notice if it was in your driveway or somethin’...”

Sollux hadn’t even thought of that, but once Eridan pointed it out, it seemed pretty obvious. They lived next door to each other, so if Eridan’s car was right there, there was no way his family wouldn’t know he was at Sollux’s.

“Oh, yeah, shit...” He frowned, unlocking his own car and opening the door while he thought.

“Y’know what, fuck it. I’ll leave it here for the night,” Eridan decided. He got the important things out of it and then got into Sollux’s car.

The drive back to their neighborhood was surprisingly relaxed, considering. They chatted, sang along to the radio, and just didn’t think about any of their difficulties. The thought of falling asleep with Eridan in bed with him for the second night in a row did cross Sollux’s mind though.

When they walked into the house, Sollux’s father was visibly surprised that Eridan was the friend his son had brought home. He didn’t question it, however, beyond a bewildered “Um, does your father know you’re here?” Eridan’s downright frantic ‘no’ was apparently answer enough, since the man just went back to cooking then.

Sitting together doing homework and playing video games before dinner felt completely natural to Sollux, like this was a daily occurrence. The actual meal was uneventful too, with Mr. Captor treating Eridan like just another friend of Sollux’s, and Mituna giving a couple suspicious looks.

A few hours after, when Eridan still showed no signs of preparing to go home, was when things got far less mundane.

Sollux heard the quiet sound of footsteps on the stairs and then in the hall just a moment too late to do anything like pause the movie they were watching or adjust his position into anything other than blatant cuddling with Eridan. They were a tangle of limbs splayed atop the bed, thankfully fully clothed, with Eridan’s head resting on his shoulder, trailing idle kisses down his neck.

“I...” Eridan was completely tensed up as he searched for words, almost like he was prepared to flee.

Simon Captor was about as socially inept as his sons, so at first all he managed was a bit of a chuckle.

“Don’t worry, Eridan, I don’t mind,” he assured. “I actually had assumed I’d walk in on a situation like this from the moment you two walked in the door this evening. But going by what I know about your father, I’m guessing he would be far less...accepting.”

Sollux finally did pause the movie, sitting up a bit. He was tempted to chime in to move the conversation in the right direction, but he knew that he should probably leave that to Eridan.

“Yeah, um, you’re right about that,” Eridan agreed hesitantly. After that though, his words seemed to flow much more freely. “He wouldn’t even like me bein’ friends with Sol, much less...this. An’ I thought I was okay with pretendin’, even though that meant bein’ completely awful to him at school and barely even havin’ time to sneak around. But that’s not fair to anyone, especially Sol, and I can’t do that anymore. I know this is probably really sudden for you, since you didn’t know anythin’ about this ‘til now, but...I love him.” His voice cracked, and his hand crept towards Sollux’s, squeezing it gently.

“Maybe this sounds stupid, ‘cause we’re just teenagers and all, but I really love Sollux, an’ I’d do anythin’ for him, but if my father finds out about any of this, he’ll kick me out,” Eridan finished, barely able to look Simon in the eyes.

“It doesn’t sound stupid,” he finally replied. “Honestly, I think you’re pretty damn brave for realizing the situation wasn’t fair and deciding to do something about it.”

The conversation continued awhile longer between the two of them, with Sollux staying mostly silent and continuing to hold Eridan’s hand. Finally, Simon said the words that both teens were hoping for.

“I’ll do whatever I can to help you out,” he said. “But for now, why don’t you just stay here for the night, if it won’t get you in any trouble?”

“Thank you,” Eridan murmured, nodding. “I really appreciate it.”

“I’d say I’d get the guest room ready for you, but I have a feeling you’d wind up back in here anyway,” the eldest Captor quipped with a soft laugh. “Just remember that you two have school tomorrow, so you might want to get some actual sleeping done.”

“Dad!” Sollux exclaimed, face flushing red at the implications.

“Well, I’ll leave you two alone now,” Simon said, still smiling as he left the room.

They were both rather embarrassed, but went back to cuddling and watching the movie pretty quickly, not talking about what had just occurred. Sollux leaned in and kissed Eridan, smiling.

“That went pretty well,” he said, smiling. “I told you it’d be fine.”

“Yeah, it did,” Eridan said, nuzzling closer. “I’m really glad your dad didn’t mind any of it, even when I admitted we’ve been doin’ this since middle school.”

“I think he really was a little surprised by that part, but whatever,” Sollux muttered, unpausing the movie.

By the time they were laying under the covers together like the night before, it really felt like this could become a nightly sort of thing. Eridan’s hands were wandering over his body, smoothing over any inch of exposed skin as he kissed him softly.

“I love you,” Sollux breathed sleepily. “Love you so much, Eri...”

“Love you too,” Eridan replied equally sleepily. “I hope it can be like this all the time.”

“It will be,” Sollux assured. “I wanna be with you forever.”

Before the conversation could continue much longer, they both drifted off to sleep, without the alarm set extra early for one of them to sneak out the window. For the first time in almost four years, they felt safe together.

[eri2olkat]

Pssst. For the writing thingy (If I am not too late) Solkat and 20. things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear?

You’re not too late uwu

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[eri2olkat]

solkat 1

1: Things you said at 1 am

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[eversncenewyork]

send me a ship and one of these and i'll write a mini fic

things you said at 1 am

things you said through your teeth

things you said too quietly

things you said over the phone

things you didn’t say at all

things you said under the stars and in the grass

things you said while we were driving

things you said when you were crying

things you said when i was crying

things you said that made me feel like shit

things you said when you were drunk

things you said when you thought i was asleep

things you said at the kitchen table

things you said after you kissed me

things you said with too many miles between us

things you said with no space between us

things you said that i wish you hadnt

things you said when you were scared

things you said when we were the happiest we ever were

things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

things you said when we were on top of the world

things you said after it was over

things you said [make your own]

inspired by this

[eri2olkat]

Erisol, shipwrecked au!

“Holy shit, Eridan, you told me this was safe!” Sollux was nearly frantic, staring at the wreckage of the ship they’d been on just moments before. “I thought it was,” Eridan replied helplessly, opting not to tell him just yet that they were even further away from the mainland than the yellowblood thought.

send me a ship and an au and i’ll write you a 3 sentence fic!

[platonicaiiy]

Solkat, shipwrecked au :3

Priorities in order as always, Sollux’s first concern was that there was no internet on this island. If that wasn’t a problem, it might not be so bad. But it was, and so he’d resorted to continually pacing back and forth across the sand, until Karkat pulled him down to the ground and kissed him to get him to stop complaining.

send me a ship and an au and i’ll write you a 3 sentence fic!

[platonicaiiy]

For the three sentence drabble... can you make a Gamzee/Jade, please?

sure. you didn’t give me an au, so i’ll just choose the always cliche coffee shop au.

Every morning when Jade walked into the local coffee shop, there was the same goofy looking barista behind the counter to take her order. His face paint was a little unusual, almost creepy at first, but he had the most endearing smile. About a month into their routine of sorts, she noticed a phone number written on the side of her cup.

send me a ship and an au and i’ll write you a 3 sentence fic!

[eri2olkat]

daverezi for that one au where your soulmates first words are tatted on you? :)

It had been years since she could actually see the tattoo running across her arm, but she often still ran over the surface of it with her fingertips, imagining the day when she’d hear them spoken to her. She was doing just that in the park when she heard a male voice say “Uh, could you move your legs out of my way? I’m kinda trying to get through.” It was such an innocuous statement, but she knew, wordlessly holding out her arm to show him.

send me a ship and an au and i’ll write you a 3 sentence fic!

[eri2olkat]

(i went and looked at ur ships for this lol) pairing: dave/terezi AU: trolls are all REALLY BIG. as in not a single one of them is shorter than 7ft

(omg that’s a beautiful and hilarious au)

Before, Dave thought that height differences when kissing could be kind of cute, in a certain sort of way, not that he’d ever tell anyone that. So when Terezi claimed that she was way taller than him, he didn’t worry too much about it. Now though, when he had to practically climb up her like a tree to kiss her, he was rethinking that. Terezi, of course, found it hilarious.

send me a pairing and an au and i’ll write you a three sentence fic!