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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... )
In the seat ahead, Dave was waiting, not sure whether it was okay to look back at John or not (hey, they were dating after all, but he was changing and maybe that was a line you didn't cross? He wasn't exactly a fucking expert at this.) He fidgeted, adjusted his tie, and tapped his foot to the beat. He checked his iPhone. He checked his iPhone again.
John buttoned up the coat, which was slightly tight in the sleeves despite what Dave had said, and climbed over the seat in front of him. Dave looked up.
"You missed a button, Egbert."
"Oh. I did?" John checked. "I did. In my defense, it's dark in here."
"Yeah, whatever." Dave reached over and undid the top two buttons, taking his time to do so. John swallowed.
"So, uh..." John began after Dave pulled away, "it's great to see you!"
"We video chatted last week."
"Yeah, but it's not the same! You're a lot different in person, y'know. Th-that's not a bad thing!"
"Well, Egbert, I'm happy to inform you that you're pretty much exactly the same in real life as you are online."
"Well, uh, thanks! I think?" John adjusted his clip-on bowtie. "So does Rose know that you're out here?"
"If Rose were here she'd be spouting psychoanalytic bullshit left right and center, you know that. But, uh, yeah. I guess in a way this was her idea."
John grinned. "Somehow, I had a feeling."
"My sister is all kinds of crazy about us being... y'know, together. Something about 'unresolved sexual tension finally getting resolved' or something."
"I don't know whether that's weird or not." John's hand found its way across the space between them and he gently intertwined his fingers with Dave's. For a moment, both boys' minds were entirely fixated on the warmth of the touch. Music pulsed in the background.
"Dave," John said after a long silence, "the kids at my school. They don't, um. They don't know I'm dating you."
"Oh, wow Egbert, I figured everyone knew you were gay. I mean, it's kind of obvious."
"I, uh."
"Kidding. So you didn't tell your little RL buddies about your long-distance boyfriend from Texas, no surprise there."
"So, what're we gonna-"
"Egbert, I don't think you fully grasp the magnitude of the irony at work here. This is going to be the most ironic prom, ever. They'll be too busy having existential crises to make stupid little judgments like oh hey that Egbert kid brought a boyfriend that's wack."
"Wait, so..." John bit his lower lip and stared at his shoes. "So this isn't a real date?"
"What? No! Of course this shit's real. We're in it for the long haul. S' also ironic. Plus," he added, "if they try and fuck with you about it, I'll kick their asses into yesterday."
"Don't you mean if they try and fuck with us?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever. I'm just not a pure fragile lily on the lake of easily offended sensibilities like you are, Egbert. I can take their shit, no problem."
"You're gonna defend me."
"Yeah, I'm your motherfucking knight in shiny white armor. All hail the heir to the throne of Egbert. I shall swear by my shitty sword to protect his life and what little dignity he has left."
A pause, and then, "Can I kiss you?"
"You'll mess up your makeup."
"I'm not wearing any makeup."
"Yeah, well, you know what I mea-" Dave began before being cut off by his boyfriend's lips pressed against his.
They didn't do very much talking for the rest of the ride.
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Just...Dave SHOWING UP and taking him to prom. Love. All of it.
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