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dont touch me
im eridan and this is a blog dont talk to me if you dont have nothin important or interestin to say cause i SWEAR TO GOD i will ignore you
dont think i wont i blocked fef on facebook for like two weeks because she pissed me off
anyway ill be rebloggin some shit i find cool and such and if you dont like it you can fuck off right now
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what you want little fuckin babies or somethin runnin around kar were too young for that
we could get like a duck
or a chicken
or a duck and a chicken
YEAH PRETTY MUCH. I LOVE MY MOM AND DAD’S ALRIGHT BUT KANKRI. KANKRI IS JUST SOMEONE I CAN’T GET DOWN WITH.
NOTHING YOU COULD GIVE ME WOULD MAKE ME GET ALONG WITH MY BROTHER.
WOW FOR A SECOND I READ YOU COULD MAKE ONE ON YOUR OWN AND THOUGHT THAT WAS STUPIDLY ADORABLE.
THEN I REALIZED AND GOT OFFENDED BECAUSE, WOW, EXCUSE YOU. YOU’RE NOT ALONE YOU PRICK.
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ok so hes an egregious shithead i get it long story short family is fuckin objectively terrible and ruins lives
who needs em
not me thats for sure i can make it on my own
HE’S TERRIBLE!
DO YOU KNOW THAT I WASN’T ALLOWED TO OWN VIDEO GAME CONSOLES OR GAMES IN *GENERAL* BECAUSE THEY “TRIGGERED” KANKRI? BECAUSE I WAS PRIVILEGED ENOUGH TO HAVE THEM AND OTHER KIDS COULDN’T? AND I WAS UNWILLING TO GIVE UP ANY GAMES I HAD AND *DIDN’T* PLAY?
HE THINKS HE’S SOME KIND OF SAINT BUT HE’S THE DEVIL REINCARNATED WHICH IS *HILARIOUS* SINCE HE’S TRYING TO TAKE AFTER DAD.
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kanks not even that bad calm the fuck down
hes just
wordy
NO.
*MY* BROTHER IS A PAIN IN THE ASS ALRIGHT. I THINK I COULD HANDLE HIM HITTING ON ME IF HE WASN’T SUCH A FUCKING PRICK AND A HALF. AT LEAST CRONUS IS JUST A DOUCHEBAG. HE’S NOT.
KANKRI.
THERE IS NOTHING MORE INSULTING I CAN CALL HIM THAN HIS OWN NAME.
SO CRONUS IS A BREATH OF FRESH AIR FOR ME. BESIDES HE HITS ON EVERYONE I DON’T SEE WHY HE’S SO BAD IN YOUR EYES.
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i fuckin hate him kar i hate askin for favors i hate thanksgivin dinner i hate the holidays in general cause i gotta see him all the goddamn time and i get sick a his dumbass face
mostly
i just get sick and tired a him hittin on me that is WRONG WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HIM WHY DO YOU EVEN TALK TO HIM
WE NEED ALCOHOL. ):
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if anyone at all calls cro in any fuckin way im committin seppuku
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like what
he fuckin complains when i study too much and gets on my goddamn case when i dont study
mixed fuckin signals here
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he fuckin complains when i study too much and gets on my goddamn case when i dont study mixed fuckin signals here
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You die.
Well.
Not really, but it sure does feel like it when your heart flatlines and you stop breathing because wow, yep, there are those funny feelings again. Kissy feelings. Ones you get when you actually like the person you're kissing, the ones you thought you'd get when you kissed Feferi but what do you know, nope. You got them when you kissed Karkat, and maybe that freaked you out a bit a couple days ago but you wanted to try again, and he's going to let you.
Unfortunately, due to your nearly bare dating history and absolute shit luck at scoring ladies, you don't have any natural instincts that take over when your brain shuts off. So you have to force it to stay online so you don't make a total fucking fool of yourself.
Tilt head. Yes, yes good. Okay, now lean in a little. Little more. Little mo--TOO MUCH. BACK UP. There. Perfect.
The real question is: what the fuck do you do with your hands?
Maybe you should study philosophy. Become a mind reader and make millions on actually being accurate. You could really profit from something like that, you think. Maybe Eridan can help you start off some kind of business. That’d be cool.
There definitely is, but you don’t expect him to know how to handle that. He’s not schooled in the ways of wooing a man. Or woman, for that fact, considering his run with Feferi. Not that she mattered anymore. Well, not for this kind of situation. God you’re mentally rambling.
All you can really do is smile a little crookedly and offer him a quiet “Ok” back before leaning in to press your lips to his. Soft, chaste, and nothing like your passion driven one just nights before. Let’s take this slow, see how this works for you. That is, of course, if you don’t keel over from a racing heard beat.
God he’s perfect.
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God bless Karkat. He always asks things before you do to save you the embarrassment of asking them and goddamn are you thankful for it right now.
There's probably a very, very smooth, loquacious way of answering him, but you seem to have lost the ability to words right now and just sort of nod like a dipshit. Yes, yes you do want to do it again. You want to do it a lot more times than just again, too, but that can come later.
By some modern miracle, you find your voice and stammer out an unsteady, "Yeah," while staring Karkat straight in the face. God, he's so cute. He's really, really cute. How did you not know you had some kind of feelings for him before?
You're an idiot.
You wish you did.
You sit quietly, listening to his voice flow so smoothly with each pronunciation of his w’s and v’s. You might be the only person on this Earth who finds it endearing but you are not complaining in the slightest. Yes, you two kissed. Yes, you two both know it happened and there’s not pretending otherwise and, yes he kind of, sort of, maybe.
Oh.
Your cheeks are lit up and your eyes have gone wide because, let’s be honest, you weren’t expecting that at all. But you think you know what to do.
Maybe.
“Would you like to do it again?”
Smooth.
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no youre not dont say that what the fuck kar
ok so seriously whats goin on
I’M A TERRIBLE FRIEND.
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whats goin on ive been busy all day
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You don't know.
"I don't know," you reply, suddenly missing Karkat's hand on your shoulder. "I'm kinda fuckin' stupid, so I only really know three things. I know that we kissed, that's a thing that happened and we ain't pretendin' it didn't for everyone's mental sake. I also know that I sorta, kinda, maybe just a little bit, you know."
He doesn't know, dumbass, just spit it out.
Your voice drops a few levels and you mutter out, "I kinda liked it." Something else, much more unintelligible, slips out shortly after and that's it, those are the three things.
Time to wait for Karkat's brain to catch up probably.
Usually you would. But this is different. You two are discussing a situation in which he said he, and you quote, “can’t do this” that involved you two kissing.
That was a big deal.
THIS is a big deal.
So you watch as he gets up to settle next to you anyways. Perhaps its for comfort, you aren’t entirely sure. What you do know is that you reach out and rub his shoulder anyways. You want to comfort him, even if you know what the problem is.
Hell. Even if you ARE the problem.
The discussion needed to happen either way. If you two needed to pretend like it didn’t happen you would but you wanted to hear it from him.
It sure as hell sounded like he did when you two kissed.
Oh.
Oh, well. Your gaze averts as you let your hand slide back down to fall to the mattress. You weren’t expecting that at all.
“Then what are we supposed to do? I mean. Where do we go from here?”
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Usually Karkat just goes along with it and pats the space next to him, puts his arm around your shoulders all bro-like and tells you to spill what's bugging you.
This?
This is new.
It also poses a problem. You've been wanting to avoid him for a couple days to get your head screwed on straight, but you never really did reach a decision if you should just act like what happened didn't and move on, or address it and maybe something good will come of it. So you purse your lips and hop off your bed to go sit next to Karkat. This is a lot harder than you imagined it being, but you know you have to say something.
You clear your throat and gnaw on your bottom lip before finally saying, "I don't wanna pretend it didn't happen, though."
Oh boy.
So in all fairness, Eridan didn’t actually die on the way back from Aradia’s apartment. He managed to make it to the dorm before crumpling into a heaving mess onto the floor. Like the knight in shining armor you are, you promptly hefted him up by his armpits and drug him over to his bed, the poor man already passed out from exhaustion. One puff of his inhaler would do good for that wheezing.
God you’re great.
Hopefully he knows that by now.
All talking was put on hold while you crammed for the last few weeks of class and Eridan studied up for his final few classes. You had finished your fair share for the night about an hour ago, though only prompting you for some extremely late night video gaming before he broke the veil of silence between you. Pausing the game, you glance over towards him and raise a brow curiously, “I know that. What, specifically are we discussing here or are we going to try and agree to the fact that we need to pretend like the other night didn’t happen?”
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By the time you managed to run all the way from Aradia's dorm back to your own--on opposite sides of campus, of course--you were dead tired and wheezing like a motherfucker, so anything you wanted to talk to Karkat about last night had to wait until after you woke up from passing out in a crumpled, hacking mess on the floor. You think Karkat gave you a shot from your inhaler while you slept, because you woke up.
Like, you didn't die in your sleep.
What a great roommate.
Anyway, anything you wanted to say had to wait until sometime around right now, when the both of you are in your room studying, though you're doing more sneaky looks at Karkat than reading about splitting atoms. Eventually, you give up the charade and toss your book aside. "Okay, Kar, we gotta talk."
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And that's when you know you have to put the brakes on this, no matter what it takes and regardless of the consequences.
You pull back, deliberate, and mumble something about not being able to do this or some other bullshit like that. The clincher is that you can't even look him in the eyes when you do it, and before he can get in a word you're on your feet and out the door, not even bothering to take your room key with you.
First, you head over to Feferi's dorm to tell her what happened and be promptly yelled at for running like a bitch. When you get tired of her telling you how stupid you are, you head over to the student union and just sort of.
Sit there on the steps for a while.
You’re melting.
Or, at least, you feel like you are. Not that it’s too terrible a thing.
He’s kissing you back and your body takes over from there. You can’t process thoughts right now. You can’t concentrate long enough to think, you just want to feel. So you shift again and pull closer. You want to give him your all without it being too much. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you swear you’re going to have a heart attack but you can’t.
Stop.
You don’t want to stop. He is your lifeline right now, and pulling away from the kiss is like taking you off life support. You need his affection. You need his attention.
For the love of god you need him.
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Whoa, no, this is not how this is supposed to be going.
And yet you haven't stopped it yet.
You're just sitting there uselessly, hands at your sides and eyes wide as Karkat kisses you and you realize that this has a whole hell of a lot more substance than just a return kiss out of politeness. Your hands come up to his shoulders and you mean to push him away, to tell him that you can't do this, but your body isn't cooperating with your mind right now.
Somehow, for some reason you can't understand right now, your fingers curl into his shirt and you kiss him back.
His eyes on you was enough to absolutely send shivers down your spine.
And god you wanted to burn for feeling that way.
Instead you shift on his bed, watching as he seems to mull things over in his head. You’re tempted to tell him to get on with it before he’s sucking in a breath and squeezing his eyes shut and leaning in. The moment your lips meet it hits you. It hits you that he’s kissing you and god you don’t know what to do you don’t know how to handle this. You’re in a panic, a stupor. How do you handle this?
Eridan Ampora is kissing you.
And god it’s absolutely perfect.
He pulls back but oh no, your instincts aren’t having that. Your hands reach up and cup his face and you pull him back in. There’s no hesitance on your part, pressing your lips right back against his and you’re home. It’s comforting and warm and perfect. You pour out every ounce of your soul into the kiss and god you know it won’t be enough. It never would but you had to try.
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If it'll make you feel better, he says.
Yeah, right.
Still, you drag yourself into a sitting position and stare at Karkat for a moment, just long enough to think twice about this and just enough time to decide to hell with it. You've ruined enough things today, why not add one more to the pot? So you suck in a deep breath, hold it, lean in, and, with your eyes squeezed tightly shut, kiss him.
And, oh.
Oh.
There it is. Everything you thought you would feel for Feferi, everything you felt when you and Aradia were going out. That weird, fuzzy feeling that is both alien and welcome.
Then you pull back.
“Too bad, I do want to know,” you muse. He’s still hiding from you and as much as he irritates you all you need to do is get him to open up. To talk to you. That’s why you’re mad in the first place. You’ve been more of a roommate to him lately than a best friend. And god you don’t want that.
He’s your best friend. Well. Dave is your best bro for life but Eridan is definitely your best friend. He’s upset over Feferi and won’t talk about it. So when he tells you not to worry about it you do. He’s important to you, and his happiness means the world. So if you can help him out, that would seriously do you a favor. Him too, clearly, you want him to talk. You want him to open up and trust you because god dammit he means a lot to you.
That’s the problem, he doesn’t even know it. When he asks if he an try something, you shrug. Cant be that bad, right?
“Yeah, sure, go ahead. I promise you my life that I won’t get mad at you about whatever it is. If it’ll make you feel better, do it.”
Might as well.
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