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CRUCIBLE OF CREATIVE POTENTIAL: The Homestuck Request Meme
ACT TWO
(also known as SHITSTAIN ASSMASTER)By popular demand, a general request meme for MSPA, at long last. Have an idea you want to see drawn or written? This is the place to ask. Both romantic (of any kind, het or slash) and general prompts are accepted. Reply to those comments with art ( Read more... )
ACT TWO
(also known as SHITSTAIN ASSMASTER)By popular demand, a general request meme for MSPA, at long last. Have an idea you want to see drawn or written? This is the place to ask. Both romantic (of any kind, het or slash) and general prompts are accepted. Reply to those comments with art ( Read more... )
EB: dave dave dave!
EB: i need your help!
TG: whoa dude
TG: damn straight you do
TG: everyone needs my damn help. i’m just the guy ever is what they call me.yone goes to for help, because i’m so damn helpful. mr. fucking helpful
EB: i’m having trouble with rose
TG: trouble with rose? nahhh not possible man
TG: theres no way rose could be troublesome. she’s just the least troublesome person around
TG: i mean how on earth could you be having trouble with her? it isnt like shes sarcastic or emotionally unavailable or has some serious issues with her mom and likely her dad cat as well
EB: bluh bluh
EB: i’m serious! i don’t know what to do!
TG: isn’t fuckface mc capsalot the love expert
EB: he suggested I talk to you since you know rose best
TG: what’s to know? shes a sarcastic bitch who uses big words to try and feel superior to those around her
TG: anyway what kind of problems are you guys having exactly? you guys are like fucking cotton candy with your romance.
EB: thats just it! we’re not, not anymore.
EB: everytime i try to hold her hand or hug her or kiss her or something she always pulls away and finds excuses
EB: she probably thinks i dont know it
TG: oh holy fuck what are you two double teaming me?
EB: huh?
TG: nevermind. hold on a sec
John waited, but eventually he had to take his plate downstairs and Dave still seemed to be busy. He tried to sneak past the dining room where Dad and Ms. Lalonde were already through a second bottle of wine, and working on dessert. Unfortunately Rose’s mom caught him, she always seemed to. She had a thing for gushing over him, especially once she had a few drinks in her system.
Dad was more perceptive than John would have liked, immediately asking what was wrong. He tried to brush it off, but as soon as Ms. Lalonde caught on she was all over helping him out. She would absolutely not let him get away until he’d spilled the entire story. To make things even worse once he was done she just laughed at him, downed her glass of wine, and then laughed again.
Before he could abscond to the kitchen she reached out and pinched his cheeks. “Let me tell you something. You have nothing to worry about when it comes to Rose. She just has trouble expressing how she really feels sometimes. It’s something she probably ought see a therapist about.
“But you, John, have been the best thing in her life, even before you two started dating, and since you’ve made such an impact on her. She keeps everything you’ve ever given her, you know. She thinks I don’t know about it, but that silly girl has always underestimated me. That rose you gave her, when you first moved here has been preserved and sits inside a glass container like that Disney movie, which is her favorite. She keeps another writing journal under her mattress where she writes ridiculous love stories starring Jack and Daisy, She’s even started hugging her Squiddles again at night, which is a habit she stopped when she turned twelve.
“So really, she’s just being a high school girl, who doesn’t know how to express herself.” Rose’s mom finished her explanation by refilling her glass and taking a deep drink.
John, however, was bouncing in his spot in joy. Rose really did care! She was just shy! Of course, why hadn’t he thought of that? It made perfect sense in relation to Rose.
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“John what is this? Is there some reason you cannot give me unsavory chocolates as most significant others do on this excuse for a holiday?”
John rolled his eyes as he led Rose along. She was blindfolded after much protesting, and had no idea where they were. It was Valentine’s Day however and John had insisted on this ridiculousness. In truth, Rose’s heart was beating wildly, and she was absurdly excited to see what he had in store for her.
Judging from how far they’d walked since they got off the bus, and the stop she was pretty sure they’d gotten off of, she was sure they were headed to his house. That was confirmed once they stepped inside and she could smell the increasingly familiar smell of Betty Crocker in the kitchen. She could easily imagine the frown of displeasure that would crease John’s face and it made her smile, though she would never be able to fully comprehend his hate for the baking company.
Up the stairs they went, him telling her when to step each time though she told him that was quite unnecessary. They entered a room and the let go of her shoulders, from where he had been guiding her from behind. She reached up to pull the blindfold off, but he made a protesting noise.
“Not yet.”
“How much longer am I going to have to wear this?”
“Just a second, I’m almost done.” She heard him shuffle some things around his room before his movement ceased. “Okay, now!”
She untied the blindfold and blinked. He was standing in front of her, holding a single rose out, smiling his incredibly dorky smile. On the bed was a box of chocolates in the shape of a heart, and a gift bag with purple tissue paper sticking out the top.
“Happy V day Rose. I, uh, hope you like what I got you.”
“That remains to be seen.” She eyed the bag on the bed suspiciously and approached it. He followed behind thrusting the rose in front of her again. She took it with a sigh, and blinked. The rose was a fake. How unusual.
She pulled the tissue paper out of the bag and smoothed it out before setting it carefully on the bed. The first thing she saw were new spools of black, purple, and lavender yarn. This made her smile, it meant that John had actually been listening the other day when she was complaining about being nearly out. Of course, she had already gone out and replenished her supply, which she informed him of, just to watch his face drop. Beneath the yarn was a DVD, which she pulled out.
Beauty and the Beast.
But....
How did he know?
Glancing at him over the DVD case she saw him grinning sheepishly. “I thought we could watch the movie together.”
She felt her heart flutter. Moving forward she took his face in her free hand and kissed him. It was soft and when she pulled away she was looking at the floor, then the DVD cover.
“It might not be a terrible idea to watch this. The Beast certainly has many psychological issues I would love to revisit now that I am older.”
The End.
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