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Post by Kit Harington on May 7, 2015 11:23:46 GMT
hullo welcome to foxehs story place
here there will be oneshots and probably short stories probably just a bunch a homestuck oops
i will warn with each one the rating: its ok, less ok, not for children, ohmahgawd wat did fox do
its ok: anyone can read, this is fluffy and happy ending
less ok: pg-13 audiences, meaning there may or may not be cussing and or groping
not for children: reated m for ciolence, blood, cussing, most likely sexualness or sexual references
ohmahgawd wat did fox do: pretty much just straight smut ok rated unrated because its just sex and bad stuff and ohmahgawd wat did fox do
now, with ratings all nice and dandy i want to announce that i am not a great writer, any and all comments, critiques, and concerns will be welcome and appreciated
also idek if im going to title them because im not good with titles
just so you know erisol and gamtav is baeness ok
and theres also solkat davekat gamkat gamlux and a bunch more
warning: anything with karkat or gamzee will have cussing
warning: anything with eridan may or may not have crossdressing
warning: pretty much everything will be gayness ok |
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Post by Kit Harington on May 7, 2015 23:02:23 GMT
Title: The First Story Characters: Gamzee, Sollux, Karkat, EridanShips: Gamlux - fluffy, lovey, dovey, kissywissy, omg, die of cute; Erikat - rude, hateful but loving, probably only mentionedRating: Less Ok (Cussing, implied nakedness)Note: Sollux has a lisp so I replaced every 's' or 's' sound with 'th'
"Hey." Pause, "Sleepy motherfucker."
At his insistent prodding, I opened my eyes and looked at him. It took me a minute for my eyes to adjust to the darkness and actually look at him. He was fully clothed, sans clown makeup, but he was laying next to me in bed, "The fuck you get in my house, Thee?" I grumble and move closer to him, pushing my hands under his shirt. By the string of cuss words that burst out of his mouth, I deduced that I was freezing and couldn't help but snicker and pull him closer, snuggling against his shoulder. "No, don't care. Warm."
"Ahh..." He grumbled, shivering a bit, "Fucker." He couldn't help but laugh, though, when I started to trail kisses up his neck to his lips. The kiss was soft and gentle and I sat up after it was done and looked down at him. Somehow I had ended up sitting in his lap, and he got a full view of my bone-thin chest as reached and fumbled for my glasses before looking at the time. The smear of bright green in the dark room instantly came into focus and I groaned, "Gamthee..." I slapped at his chest gently, "Ith three in the morning!"
I jumped as his hands cupped my bony hips and looked back down at him, sighing in defeat at the look on his face, "Yeth, you can thtay. Jutht let me thleep." As soon as I said the words, a yawn took over and I covered it with the back of my hand, "And you have to thtop having too much clotheth." I slapped at his chest again, indicating his shirt, before rolling off of him and curling back up.
He giggled and disrobed before taking my glasses off and returning them to the nightstand before curling up against my back and kissing my head. He started to rub circles on my arms as I started to fall asleep. I was at the point where I was unable to respond when I heard him whisper in my ear, "Honk."
Gosh he's a loser.
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"Mmm..." I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face as I remembered that Gamzee had surprised me with a visit in the middle of the night. It dissipated when I realized that I was in the bed alone, "Gamthee?" I called and opened my eyes, rolling over to grab my glasses and stand up. I started walking, ignoring the sheets that clung to my bony body, sliding down my slender frame until they dropped to the carpeted floor.
I was not expecting the smell of food as I walked out of my room, but there he was, slaving over the hot stove to feed me and- "Karkat? Eridan? The fuck?"
Let me explain: Eridan Ampora was my ex and his current boyfriend, Karkat, was my best-friend-slash-roommate-slash-boyfriend's-ex. Yeah, I know. Pretty fucked up. But, it made situations like the one I was currently in a whole lot easier. There was currently no one in my apartment that had not seen me nude, so no one commented on that. Except Gamzee gave me a lingering look I couldn't quite place, but didn't need to as Eridan's annoying face popped over the back of the couch, "Get skinnier in the last twwo wweeks Sol? Don't you eat?"
"Thut the hell up, Ampora." I grumbled and reached out to flick his glasses off his face, enticing a string of clever insults from both of them on the couch, before moving over to Gamzee at the stove. He turned to greet me and I wrapped my arms around his neck before kissing him. His hands dropped down to my waist and pulled me closer. His bare skin against mine felt like heaven and I felt myself start to get lightheaded and I pulled away, dropping my forehead to his shoulder. The great thing about being with Gamzee was that he was taller than I; he says the best thing about being together was that I was skinnier than him, but... I constantly felt self-conscious about that. Only Gamzee knew how bad my skinniness effected me, so when people commented, like Eridan, I tried to brush it aside and ignore it.
He turned me around and once again wrapped his arms around my waist, putting his chin on my shoulder. "Solbro, work your motherfucking magic and make me some of your miracle pancakes." he begged.
"Whath the differenth between mine and yourth?" I mumbled, closing my eyes and leaning back into him.
"Yours is bigger." He whispered, though not quiet enough because Karkat and Eridan started to gwaff from the couch. I elbowed Gamzee playfully and heard his snicker in my ear, "Yourth ith big enough to thatithfy me." I grinned and turned my head to look at him, but he kissed me instead, "Damn right." He laughed and picked me up, turning off the stove before carrying me to the couch. Eridan and Karkat got up and raced into the kitchen, shoving each other as they fought for the food.
"What about uth?" I murmur, watching them fight and cuss at each other-Karkat actually tugged Eridan's cape and tossed him to the floor so that he could get the bizarre-shaped pancake-before looking up at Gamzee. He sat on the couch with me on his lap and turned on the tv before covering me with the throw and kissing me quiet, "I'll make more when those motherfuckers leave." He mumbled and sat back, pulling me closer to his chest.
When I glanced back into the kitchen I rolled my eyes and snuggled closer to Gamzee. "Thtop gyrating againtht eathh other in my kiththen!"
Karkat snrked and did something to Eridan that resulted in some sort of bird-call followed closely by a moan and then a whimper, "Hey Sol, I think we're going to borrow your guest bedroom for an hour or so..." Eridan did that bird-call again after Karkat finished yelling and then I heard the sound of them tripping over each other, accompanied by wet kissing sounds and soft moans, before the door slammed.
"Oh dear," Gamzee grumbled and shifted around under me, "Horny motherfuckers can't keep it together for two hours."
"When did they get here?" I turned to him, and took one of his hands in mine before bringing it up to my lips.
"About an hour after I woke up." He murmured and turned my head to his to kiss me.
I smiled and turned around in his lap to kiss him properly, pulling back almost instantly when he let out a hiss, "What? What did I do? Am I too bony?" My last question was hesitant and I frantically searched his face for a sign of why he made that noise.
He shook his head and pulled me back, flush against his chest, and kissed me again, "Idiot." He smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist, "You just pressed a bit roughly against a tender area."
I sputtered and gaped like a fish, feeling my face heat up. It took me a moment to catch my voice, "I'm thorry."
He laughed again and pulled my lips back down to his, "Just kiss me, loser."
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Post by Aкα on May 7, 2015 23:51:26 GMT
BEEBEE!!!! HELLO! BEEBEE that story was so cute! Though, I never would have thought to ship Gamzee and Sollux... -Shrugs- But Erikat is a wonderful ship. -Lathers hands and chuckles darkly-
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Post by Kit Harington on May 7, 2015 23:56:05 GMT
You should write some erikat baeee<3 -tackles- thankyouthankyou ;w;<3 please act on the thoughts running through your head x3
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Post by Kit Harington on May 9, 2015 17:25:48 GMT
Title: Kurloz My Bae
Characters: Gamzee, Kurloz
Ships: Indigocest
Rating: ohmahgawd wat did fox do (First of all theres some incest between Gamz and Kurkur, then cussing, im pretty sure this is shameless smut tbh omg oops)
Note: Humanstuck, Kurloz is deaf
It could have just been another day in the office. Kurloz was finishing up the tattoo he had painstakingly been working on for the past three hours: a set of bluejays wearing wedding dress and sitting on a tree branch. The chick was pretty tough, she was taking this on the ribs and not once did she ask him for a break. Honestly she was just talking on her cell phone and popping her bubblegum while he tattooed her. When he was done, he took off his rubber gloves, slapped some gel on the tattoo, and wrapped it before shaking his head and looking up at her face.
He looked over at the translator in the corner and signed to him, letting him repeat the after care instructions to the woman in the chair. He glanced back at her and stood up, gesturing her to follow him to the front. The woman barely got to stand up before an unruly mop of black hair and sharp points and angles barged into the room and tossed himself at Kurloz.
The deaf tattoo artist could feel his younger brother's jaw moving, the vibrations of his vocal cords easily picked up in the small space. Kurloz sighed and waved at both his client and the translator, kicking them out of the room, getting the translator to tell her the price of the tattoo and to pay the man at the front desk.
When the brothers were left alone, Kurloz peeled out of Gamzee's grip and taking his younger brother's face in his hands to get him to calm the motherfuck down and stop motherfucking screaming because I can't hear you.
Once Gamzee was calmed down and sitting in the chair the lady had just vacated, Kurloz sat in his chair and leaned back and started to sign: "What are you doing here? How did you get here? What are you even doing here?" With the last question, he slapped his hands on the insides of Gamzee's thighs, earning a wince.
Gamzee grinned and started to sign back, though his lips also moved, the boy unable to sign without speaking out loud, "It's my motherfucking 18th birthday, bro." He grinned and shoved Kurloz's hands off his thighs to stand up and start undoing his pants.
Kurloz's hands flew to Gamzee's, stopping the younger man's hands from pulling his pants off. His eyes were wide, frantic and confused. When he was sure Gamzee wouldn't drop his pants, he pulled his hands back and started to sign again: "Ok, so you're 18. Why are you dropping your pants? What the motherfuck are you doing, Gamzee? How does you being 18 mean you can take your pants off?"
Gamzee started to laugh and reply, "Bro. I want a motherfucking tattoo, duh." He emphasized his duh with a slap to Kurloz's head, "Why else would I be here, idiot?"
"How are you going to pay for it?" Kurloz slapped Gamzee's hand away from his head.
Even before the sentence was over, Gamzee pulled out a wad of bills and laid them on the table.
Kurloz rolled his eyes.
"Fine." He signed, defeated, and pulled his brother's pants down before pushing him back into the chair, "What do you want and where do you want it?"
Gamzee spread his legs and pointed to the inside of his right thigh, "A bear riding a unicycle, bro. Right the fuck here. And juggling pins. And wearing clown make-up." He added, excitement clear on his face. Before his brother could ask, he supplied the next information, "I want it in color." He reached down to his pants and pulled out a folded sheet of notebook paper, handing it over.
Kurloz opened it and laughed. It was exactly what Gamzee said he wanted. The thing was, a bit of it was disproportionate and rough, but damn if his little brother wasn't all sorts of an artist.
"Lets get on it." He reached over and laid a heavy slap on Gamzee's bare thigh, grinning at the startled jump and the immediate red print on his brother's thigh.
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Gamzee had started off alright, messing around on his phone like the last person who was sitting in his chair. Kurloz was kind of uncomfortable, his brother's dong inches away from his face, but tried to ignore it and set to work on the outlining of his little brother's tattoo. His lines were smooth and graceful and every few seconds he would wipe blood and excess ink away from his brother's smooth skin. He was fine when the outlining was done, but Gamzee looked down curiously when Kurloz sat there for a second and stared at his thigh. All the older Makara was doing was making sure the outline was perfect.
When Kurloz made sure the ink was up to par, he exchanged his needle and dipped it in the first color and set back to work.
Soon, Gamzee felt the effects of his brother going over the raw skin over and over again and he dropped his phone, knotting his hands in his brother's hair in pain. Kurloz pulled the needle away and reached up to his brother's hands, lifting his head to look up, a question in his eyes. Gamzee bit his lip and shook his head, pushing his head back down, silently telling him to continue. So he did.
Occasionally, Gamzee tugged on his hair, making him give a short moan each time.
Kurloz was starting to wrap up when he noticed his brother's dong was hard as a rock. He felt his cheeks flush and he tried to ignore it and finish quickly. When he turned the machine off, one of Gamzee's hands felt to his lap, the other still tangled in Kurloz's hair. When Kurloz raised his eyes, indigo met indigo and the brothers were quiet. After some time of staring at his brother with an unreadable expression, Gamzee pulled his other hand free and let his brother finish the procedure.
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Later that night, when Kurloz walked in the house after a long day at work, he immediately went to the fridge for something to eat. He wasn't paying attention as he fixed himself a few sandwiches and freaked out, throwing the mustard in the air, when Gamzee's hand settled on his lower back. The younger brother caught it as it came flying down and smiled up at Kurloz, who was trying unsuccessfully to get his breath back. Gamzee's smile fell as he watched his brother's chest heave and he set the bottle of mustard down before he took Kurloz's face in his hands and petted his cheek to calm him. When he calmed down, he was pissed off and he punched Gamzee, his face red in anger. The older Makara reached around the younger and grabbed his sandwiches and turned, storming off to his room.
It didn't take long for Gamzee to follow Kurloz to try and apologize. He gently nudged the door open and flickered the lights to get Kurloz's attention. When indigo met indigo, Gamzee immediately raised his fist to his heart and rubbed it in a circle. His circles didn't stop as he walked over to him and sat on the bed next to Kurloz. The elder wiped his lips before wrapping his arms around Gamzee's waist, laying his head on his younger sibling's shoulder.
Gamzee relaxed and gave him a squeeze.
Gamzee couldn't help but noticed that in the few minutes they were apart that Kurloz had taken his shirt and pants off, leaving him in only his boxers. The younger Makara hated to admit it, but recently he had been having improper feelings about his older brother. Ever since Gamzee had accidentally walked in on Kurloz touching himself a few weeks ago... They acted like it never happened, but Gamzee thought about it often. Late at night he would touch himself, murmuring his brother's name and imagining a scenario that would end in the larger man taking control over his brother's virgin body and teaching him how to love.
Gamzee's mind flew back to earlier that day in the tattoo parlor, with Kurloz touching the sensitive skin of his inner thigh ever so gently. His long fingers had gripped and nudged and wiped and watching it, with Kurloz's head between his knees... His imagination had run wild and he had started to imagine his older brother blowing him right then and there. He had gotten a hard one pretty fast and now he was sure his brother though he was some sort of masochistic freak.
Gamzee gently pulled his brother away and told him that he was about to go take a shower. At the nod, the younger brother stood up and all but ran to the bathroom, striping free of his restraining clothes as soon as the door was closed. He didn't even wait for the water to warm up before throwing his body under the spray. The cold water was like a shock and he exhaled slowly, closing his eyes and letting the water cascade over his face. All too soon the water was warming up and he turned away from the spray to look down. Sure enough his member was at attention. Gamzee reached down and gave himself a tentative stroke, shuddering at the touch. He pulled away from the spray and closed his eyes, leaning against the far wall and closing his eyes.
He moved his hands back up and slowly slid them over his chest, up his neck and into his hair. He let out a whimper and moved one hand back down, scratching his nails over a nipple and groaning at how good it felt. All too soon he was imagining Kurloz in the shower with him, touching his body experimentally.
Gamzee's breath hitched as Kurloz's hand moved down his stomach, traveling over to his hip and giving it a hard squeeze. Kurloz slowly dropped to his knees in front of Gamzee, trailing light, feathery kisses across his stomach until his lips touched Gamzee's dark bundle of bushy pubic hair. Gamzee's face was aflame when Kurloz didn't stop, brushing his lips over the top of Gamzee's dick until he was at the head, where he gave it a gentle flick of his tongue, making Gamzee's body stiffen in pleasure. Kurloz smirked and turned his head to the side so he might rub his tongue from the head to the base along the underside and be able to look up at Gamzee's face. Gamzee moaned his brother's name and looked down at him with want, enticing the elder to come back to the tip and slowly pull his younger brother's penis into his mouth, easily taking all of it even though his brother was pretty well endowed. Without asking for permission, Kurloz started bobbing his head back and forth, making Gamzee whimper again. He started to thrust his hips to meet his brother's mouth sooner and Kurloz took that as a sign to go faster. It wasn't long before Gamzee was reduced to a mess of moans and the word "Yes" followed closely by Kurloz's name. Right at the end, he abandoned every word he knew for the word "Fuck" and his hips stuttered as he shot his load.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuckkk....." He moaned, and looked down at the hand he had pretended was his brother's mouth. He opened his palm to look at the semen that coated his skin, "I'm horrible." He whimpered and cleaned off as well as he could, careful of his fresh tattoo.
It took him all of three seconds after finishing his shower to realize that he hadn't brought a towel or any extra clothes. His face flushed a deeper red as he walked out of the bathroom naked and tried to get a towel from the linen closet.
Of course it was empty... And the only other towels were in Kurloz's room...
He sucked in a deep breath and walked in, flickering the light to catch his brother's attention. Kurloz looked up and paled. He immediately sat up from where he had been laying down, also naked. Gamzee couldn't help his eyes from honing in on the spot between Kurloz's legs. He swallowed hard and forced his gaze up. He was confused at the look on Kurloz's face, it seemed... Hungry?
Gamzee swallowed again and moved forward, not having to be beckoned. Kurloz tossed his legs over the side of the bed and watched his little brother approach, dick swaying with each step. Now it was Kurloz's turn to swallow as Gamzee unashamedly crawled into Kurloz's lap, boner brushing against boner, and hesitantly pressed their lips together. When he pulled back, Kurloz brough his hands up: "This is all kinds of fucked up, Gamzee."
Gamzee nodded and dropped his lips back down, wrapping his arms around Kurloz's neck. Kurloz shuddered and gave in, wrapping his own arms around Gamzee's waist before tossing Gamzee to the side and crawling over him, pushing Gamzee's legs apart so he was situated between them. He leaned down to kiss him again, grinding his hips down into Gamzee's. A hand reached down and gripped Gamzee's hip hard enough to bruise it to keep him in place.
After a few moments of intense kissing and rubbing, Gamzee gently pushed him back and made the universal sign for fucking: sticking the index finger of one hand in the hole formed by the index and thumb of the other hand. Kurloz's eyes widened, but he nodded, sitting up to rifle through his drawers until he found a bottle of lube. He didn't bother with niceities as he let the liquid fall out of the bottle, landing on Gamzee's balls and trailing down his taint to collect at his anus. Kurloz tossed the bottle away and dropped his hand, palm up, to catch the excess before it could drop on the bedsheets. He used his fingers to bring the liquid back to Gamzee's hole, where he gently pushed a single finger in and started to stretch him out. When Gamzee was relaxed around the first finger, Kurloz pulled it out and rubbed it around Gamzee's anus, making his younger brother blush, before pushing two fingers in. Two fingers earned a gasp and Kurloz bent over to catch it in a kiss as he stretched his brother out around his fingers as quickly as he could. His dick throbbed as he pushed in another finger for good measure.
When Gamzee's ass was nice and stretched, Kurloz removed his fingers and lined his penis up with the abused hole. He looked up at Gamzee's face, giving him a moment to refuse if he wanted to. Gamzee growled and shoved his hips backward, doing the work for Kurloz. Both brothers gasped at the sensation and settled for a moment before Kurloz started to rut.
It didn't take long for the brothers to settle on a rhythm. It took an even shorter amount of time for Gamzee to start squealing as Kurloz rocked against his prostate, intense amounts of pleasure taking over his body.
Kurloz looked down at his brother and his hips faltered for a moment as he saw his younger brother arching his back, his fists tangled in Kurloz's hair, and a thin layer of sweat coating his chest. Kurloz pulled out and flipped Gamzee over, kissing the back of his neck gently before biting hard enough to bruise and push himself back in. Kurloz removed his teeth and sat up on his knees, moving so that both of his hands were on Gamzee's hips before he started to pile-drive himself in his younger brother's ass.
The sound of skin slapping skin and his own moans filled Gamzee's ears as he felt Kurloz's hands tug roughly to make the experience all the more exciting. Gamzee dropped his face to the pillows and screamed, Kurloz hitting his sweet spot once more, "Kur... Ah, fuck, ah~" He moaned, trying to turn his head to look at Kurloz. He tried to warn him, he really did, but when Gamzee managed to turn his head around and indigo met indigo, he couldn't hold it any longer and he came all over the bed spread beneath him, tightening and moaning as Kurloz didn't let up on his conquering Gamzee's ass. Kurloz only grinned and put a hand on Gamzee's back and pushed harder to earn his own orgasm.
When they were done, Kurloz sighed and pulled out, making Gamzee moan again, and laid down, pulling Gamzee over to cuddle against each other. Kurloz kissed Gamzee's head and petted his hair, trying to make up for his brutality.
Gamzee just smiled like a fool and drifted off to the best sleep he had had in years.
Kurloz continued to kiss his brother's head, even when Gamzee had fallen asleep. Slowly, he moved his hand and brought his fist to his naked chest and rubbed a few circles over his heart.
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Post by Aкα on May 11, 2015 2:15:32 GMT
((-Blushes deeply and hides under a book- MmMmMmMmMmMmmMM ffffffriiirkc... the hell man why was that hot i dont even? What? It's boner, but I did't? I don
t I? -Des-))
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Post by Kit Harington on May 11, 2015 2:29:13 GMT
wat o3o
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Post by Kit Harington on May 23, 2015 18:05:13 GMT
Title: Crazy Girl Characters: Dave, Karkat, Gamzee (mention), Dirk (Bro, mention) Ships: Davekat Rating: less ok
That's it. That's the last straw. Honestly if I needed a straw right now I would be shit out of luck because that was the last fucking straw. Dave thought, somehow managing to control the animalistic growl trying to claw it's way to freedom like some scared animal trapped in a small place and it just wants to get out. Karkat had screamed at him over nothing.
Granted, they did have a tendency to get into screaming matches over absolutely nothing -- Dave figured it was because Karkat just had to have the last word even though Dave was always right -- but neither of them had ever, ever put a hand on the other. And Karkat had slapped him. There was probably a huge red mark on his cheek and everything.
All because he was watching football with Gamzee and Gamzee was the softest motherfucker ever known to man, and damn, who wouldn't be comfortable wrapped in his arms?
Karkat had walked in and all hell broke loose. Immediately Dave was accused of cheating. Dave, always the rational one, quickly pointed out that if he were to cheat he wouldn't do it in their own home with one of Karkat's closest friends when Karkat was on the way home. Karkat, of course, took that to mean that Dave actually was cheating on him, with someone other than Gamzee. Dave groaned and stood up, moving over to him, trying to reassure the smaller man -- troll -- that he wasn't.
Then came the throwing of the dishes. And the very colorful name-calling. Then came the heated shouting.
And then, Karkat stormed over to Dave and slapped him so hard his glasses went flying, shattering against the floor a few feet away.
The room grew very still.
Dave tried to control the growl attempting to pull from his throat as he moved to the front door, shoving his feet into a pair of shoes and storming out of the house. He slammed the door so hard that it cracked down the center.
Then came the crying.
Karkat didn't register the tears streaming down his face or the cold sense of dread pooling into his stomach as he slowly started to clean up the broken dishes. He frowned when another set of hands helped him, but didn't voice his opinion.
It was a lonely night for the cancer.
It was a drunken blur for the blonde.
The week that followed was essentially empty for the both of them. Dave never came home -- he stayed with his older brother, no questions asked.
On the sixth morning Dave came across his old guitar. It was the first day he did not drink until he passed out.
By the sixth night, he was pretty much as great as he used to be.
Karkat was still lonely.
Dave walked through the front door on the seventh day and was met by a troll breaking out into fresh tears. Dave held him for a few moments, leading him over to the couch and sitting on the coffee table.
When the tears were gone, before Karkat could even get a word out, Dave started to play and sing:
"Baby why you wanna cry?
You really oughta know that I
Just have to walk away sometimes
We're gonna do what lovers do
We're gonna have a fight or two
But I ain't ever changin' my mind
Crazy girl, don't you know that I love you?
And I wouldn't dream of goin' nowhere
Silly woman, come here, let me hold you
Have I told you lately?
I love you like crazy, girl
Wouldn't last a single day
I'd probably just fade away
Without you, I'd lose my mind
Before you ever came along
I was livin' life all wrong
Smartest thing I ever did was make you all mine
Crazy girl, don't you know that I love you?
And I wouldn't dream of goin' nowhere
Silly woman, come here, let me hold you
Have I told you lately?
I love you like crazy, girl
Crazy girl
Crazy girl, don't you know that I love you?
And I wouldn't dream of goin' nowhere
Silly woman, come here, let me hold you
Have I told you lately,
I love you like
Crazy, girl, don't you know that I love you?
And I wouldn't dream of goin' nowhere
Silly woman, come here, let me hold you
Have I told you lately?
I love you like crazy, girl."
There were more tears.
The guitar was almost broken when Karkat hurtled himself into Dave's arms.
"I love you, Dave."
"I sure hope so," He snorted and chuckled when he felt Karkat huff and punch his shoulder and start to pull away.
"I'm joking!" He said quickly, tightening his grip of the fluffy-haired troll, "I love you, too, Karkat."
Karkat was so happy he let it slide that Dave had called him a girl the entire song.
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Post by Kit Harington on Jun 22, 2015 4:17:04 GMT
davekat is up
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Post by Kit Harington on Nov 11, 2015 15:36:08 GMT
Hmmmmmmmmm
I wanna write some more gamlux or erisol or erikat
Idfk
But then at the same time I wanna write a bunch of other stuff
Wouldn't it be great if I could draw it then I could do everything
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