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I have already written two already, and they will serve as my examples. ^^

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Accident Prone Child - _{for Foxeh}
"Karkat!"

I watched almost in slow motion as the little body fell from the porch railing. Worry stabbed my heart mercilessly as I lunged forward, ready to catch him. Sadly, I was too slow and he made a dull thud when he met the cement beneath. Flailing my arms a bit, I called out for him and he didn't answer me.

Kneeling beside his head, I pulled his curly black mop into my lap and fretted over his little red cheeks. "Are you alright?" I gasped out, unsure what else to say, even though I could usually never shut my mouth. Some blood seeped out of his busted lip as he looked up at me with big brown eyes. "Trigger Warning," something made me mutter, possibly instinct. Karkat had little tears glistening on the tops of he cheeks, not yet completing their trail down his face. With care, I wiped at the tears, watching him wince and then let out the smallest of moans.

After a moment of me holding him close, he began to squirm. "I'm alright, Kankri, fuck, let go!" he snapped, his usual terrible attitude returning. He had quite the mouth for a seven year old boy but even as his guardian, I could never get him to stop. Reluctantly, I let Karkat free, watching as he whined while pulling himself to his feet and rubbing his head and butt. "That fucking hurt! I can't believe I just fell! Stupid fucking rail!" Well, if he could complain, he was definitely alright.

Knowing that, my worry dissipated, leaving only anger. "I told you to get down from the railing! I told you not to sit there or you would hurt yourself! See, what happened? You must start listening! Obedience is one of the structures that make up a healthy family relationship. Guardians need to know that their charge will listen to them, otherwise there is no trust and without trust, there can be no family. You could have died! What would I have told everyone then, huh? Oh my brother didn't obey me and got himself killed. Great, just wonderful. Guardians need to be able to have control and overall respect. Do you know how important respect is, Karkat? It's everything. It's how you get friends. Speaking of which, you need to not be so grumpy all the time. I heard you got into a heated fight with this Dave kid at your school. That needs to stop. Your anger isn't healthy. One must always be able to control ones' anger. Fighting is also unacceptable. You could have been expelled, or worse hurt! Then I would have had to worry about you even more! See-"

"Kankri!"

"What is it?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"Don't you tell me what to do, see this is what I mean by respect-" I abruptly cut off when he stalked away. He stomped up the stairs, his little fists curled tightly into themselves. I walked a few steps after him, to call him back of course, but only got a slamming door in response.

Ungrateful accident prone child!

Motherfuckin Faygo Man - _{for Foxeh}
"Careful Gamzee," Tavros whispered scooting his wheelchair closer to the edge of the isle. His gaze slipped around, as though he expected the cops or something to pop out of no where.

"Chill Tavbro, I know what I'm doing," I responded, waving a hand at him before turning my attention back to the task at hand. I was a tall kid but even so, they had gotten new shelves, ones that needed ladders and such to reach. It was up on the tallest shelf they kept my Faygo. So I had done the logical thing, climbed the actual shelves. Poor Tavbro was worried about me. It was kind of cute really.

"Are you sure you need Faygo this bad, Gam?" Tavros asked, his hands holding on tightly to the arms of his wheelchair. I nodded my head at him, insistent. "Faygo is a miracle Tavbro," I assured him. My hands were beginning to ache from holding on so long. That was the sign to hurry up.

Slowly balancing myself on the tips of my feet, I reached an arm up to grab a bottle, my breath letting out slowly. I was in complete concentration mode. My slim fingers slowly, delicately wrapped around a liter of the Faygo and I heard Tavbro release a sigh of relief. That made me grin, Tavbro worries too much. As I pulled the drink down to me however, my left hand, the one on the shelf, slipped and I was teetering in mid air. My stomach dropped, along with my body as I finally lost my footing and gravity won its battle. I closed my eyes, waiting for impact. The floor squealed beneath me and squirmed. Wait, floors can't squirm. My gaze found a pair of soft chocolate brown eyes peering up at me. Tavbro had caught me!

"That was close," he breathed out, his face so close to mine, his warm breath hit my mouth. Almost as though hypnotized, I swayed a little closer. When Tavbro let out a little squeak I threw my head back in laughter. Tavbro began to laugh too, he was motherfuckin cool that way.

"You're a miracle," I told him after my laughter had subsided and I did the unexpected. I leaned one hundred percent of the way into him and placed my lips on his. His eyes widened and looked up at me helplessly, making my heart clench in my chest. Quickly as it happened, I pulled away, smiling to erase any awkward feelings.

"And I got my motherfukin Faygo man!" I reminded him, holding the drink close to my chest. Tavbro had a fine brown blush spread across his cheeks and I realized I was still seated on him. Hopping off, I ran around to the back of his wheelchair. "Ready, Tavbro?" I asked. It took him a moment to respond but he eventually nodded and gave a thumbs up. So I raced down the aisle, going at top speed. We had made it in the store without setting off any alarms but after I had my Faygo, I simply didn't care. We broke out of the doors and escaped into the night.

When we eventually got home and settled back in front of our video games, Tavbro was still blushing and even put a hand to his mouth. I grinned. Motherfuckin miracles.

And the biggest of them all was seated right beside me.

Elvis Presley Impersonation _{- for Foxeh}

I groaned and rolled onto the couch, curling into myself. It had been such a long day, mostly because I'd been fighting restlessly with a mustard blood. That idiotic Sollux had stolen my cape and made fun of the purple streak in my hair. What an arrogant bastard.

"Eridan? You home?" a voice called from up the stairs. A loud groan once more escaped my lips. Please not him, anyone but him. With another grumble, I buried my face into the soft pillow cushions. Maybe I could suffocate myself and escape this all together. The sound of a door opening made me wince and I sat up abruptly and panicked. I had to hide. My gaze flashed around, desperately trying to find some way out of this mess. It took me a moment to realize that I could easily squeeze into the closet. Relief pulsed through me for a moment, before I heard the footsteps nearing the top of the stairs.

Leaping to my feet, I rushed into the closet and closed the door as quietly as I could. The steps descended the stairs and with each one my heart pounded harder in my chest. With care, I pushed myself   against the back of the closet, grabbing onto the coats and pulling them tightly around me. Please don't find me. Please don't find me. It was a mantra in my head as I shut my eyes quickly.

"Eridan?" the voice called, closer now that it was downstairs. "Where'd you go?" a grunt came and I can just imagine the baffled look on his face. Good, I hope he will just give up. As I listen, I hear a loud shuffling. He's looking for me! Fear strangles my chest, I don't want him to look here. I can't handle his bullcrap today.

"Eridan?!" he shouts impatiently and walks right by the closet door. I swear my heart stops beating as I hear him enter the kitchen to my right. Why did he have to be home? Then, over the pounding in my ears comes the sounds of slamming cabinets. A low growl echoes through the otherwise quiet house. When he walks back in front of the door, my heart thunders so loud, I am certain he can hear it. I'm so dead. This is like my worst nightmare coming to life right now. Except the monster was him. For a tense moment, there is silence and then the sound of retreating footsteps.

"Must have been hearing things," he murmurs, assumingly to himself. I smile a bit at that and relax when he seems to go back upstairs. Slipping out of the closet, I fling myself back on the couch. Who said I couldn't be stealthy! I grabbed my husktop to brag about this to Sollux. He was going to be amazed at my skills! "Ha! Take that! Didn't want to see your awful Elvis Presley impersonation today, I'm free!"

As soon as those words left my lips, a body landed on top of mine. All the breath left my lungs and I wheezed. It didn't take long for me to notice two big gray eyes peering at me and a smirk that held a cigarette captive. "Avoiding me, little brother?" he challenged, moving a little to effectively pin me to the couch.

Oh great. One day I'll evade you Cronus. One day.

But for now, I have to focus on not getting a face full of smoke.

"GET OFF ME CRONUS! I WILL KILL YOU! OH MY GOD! I'M GOING TO TELL DUALSCAR! DUALSCAR! CRONUS IS ON ME AGAIN!"

"Cronus, get off your brother-"

"No, he called me an Elvis Presley impersonator!"

"Now, Eridan that wasn't nice-"

"But it's true-"

"NO IT'S NOT!"

"Yes it is!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

"NO!"

"YES!!!"

"SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU BEFORE I RIP BOTH OF YOUR HEADS OFF!"

"Gosh, who spit in his cereal?"

"Yeah, really."

Just another day in the life of the Ampora family.

[ Trigger Warning]

Scared Desperate Noose _{- for Aka}

I've always wanted something more from life. You know, something that would make me meaningful, something cool. Yet, here I sat, leaning back against the side of my bed and doing the most uncool thing possible. Salty tears traced down my cheeks, staining the smooth skin and my shirt as well.

Yes, I, David Strider, am crying.

My shades hid my eyes from the world, but they also shielded me from things. When I had my shades on, I felt invincible but the truth is, I'm just a puny human. One who couldn't save John and certainly never had a chance at being even remotely cool. Usually I remain emotionless, I am a good actor.

Not even Bro is aware I cut myself. He is barely around anyway, which makes everything a whole lot easier. I am desperate, I want - no need to feel something, anything besides this everlasting guilt and sorrow. My throat is all choked up, I couldn't make a sound even if I had wanted to. The aviators lay on my pillow, long forgotten as I stare up with puffy eyes at the monstrosity I have created. It wasn't difficult, Bro always has the most ironic things lying around. Finding a rope was easy. I bet he never even imagined I would tie it into a loop and hang it on the ceiling fan.

There it rested, ominously gazing down at me, causing even more panic and pain. Yet, it was also a morbid beacon of hope. Everything would end. All the nasty words, all the pain, all the bruises, all the unbearable guilt. Bullies at school had finally worn me down. I couldn't go another day of hearing things like "You're a murderer!" and "You killed, John!" and of course my favorite, "Why couldn't you have died instead?" Yeah, that shit about sticks and stones? All utter shit. Whoever thought that words could never hurt people, needed to be buried alive and then have their grave set on wicked fire. Then just for the hell of it, throw some stones there too. Ironic as fuck.

After a moment, I stood, the razor falling from my numb fingers. Blood dripped onto the carpet but I didn't care. Stepping up on my desk chair, I grasped the noose. This was it. The end of Dave Strider. I put my head inside the circle and kicked my desk chair out from under me. I didn't even feel the choking feeling before my body tumbled to the floor. I floundered around, my gaze searching for the reason my attempt had failed. I looked up at the ceiling fan, where the beginning of the rope swayed slightly, cleanly cut.

Shuffling back, I felt my spine connect with something hard. Quickly snapping my head around, in the pale light of the Texas moon, I saw Bro.

His chest was heaving and he had his sword out in his hand. From behind his shades, I could feel the intensity of his gaze. Yet, he said nothing. Not one single word. Instead, he grabbed me by the back of my shirt and dragged my out of my room. I was seated on top of the toilet and simply watched as he disappeared back into the dark abyss that was my room.

Bro returned  with my razor and threw it in the trash. He kept his face turned to me for a few moments, as if daring me to grab it out of the bin. When I made no move to do so, he opened the mirror and took out gauze. He began wrapping my arms after disinfecting them, similar to what I'd do after our strifes got a little too physical. Still he remained silent. I'll be honest, the silence was killing me.

"W-When did you get h-home?" I winced at the raspy tone of my voice and how I stuttered. That was so not cool.

Bro paused and looked at me for a long, long moment and then returned to cleaning me up. When he was done, I finally moved, getting up and turning back towards my room to fall into bed. This night had already been long enough. I was stopped by a hand on the back of my neck. Bro gazed at me, and this time I could tell by the hard line of his mouth and the ticking of his jaw that he was beyond pissed.

Pulling me into his room, he locked the door behind him and pushed me towards the bed. When he had me on the futon, he took off his shades and turned out the light. I felt the bed dip a moment later as he slid in beside me. He didn't wrap his arms around me, like he used to when I was little but instead turned his back to me.

My eyes drifted closed and before I sank into unconsciousness I heard him speak, finally. Though his words made my tears fall once more.

"You scared me tonight, lil man. I won't let you hurt yourself any more. Just try it and see what happens. Damn, I fucking almost pissed myself when I saw you with that rope around your neck. Never do that again, lil man. Damnit I love you, Dave."

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