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Characters: Dave Strider, Sollux Captor, Bro
Ships: Dave<3Sollux
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Simple Gesture
You don't have any idea how many hours have passed by since you started working on this project. Hell, you don't even remember the last time you've stood up to take a break. All you know is that the moment your fingers settled on the keyboard, the rest of the world was dead to you.
Strings of code flash by your eyes as you work ceaselessly, the cup of coffee you had poured yourself having long since gone cold and nasty, even if you still sip at the overly sweetened liquid. Your stomach growls, protesting how long you've gone without food, but you force yourself to ignore it. You are on a spree, and you're not about to lose it to just some mild hunger.
You don't even bother to notice Dave any time he passes by you. Had it been within the first month of being with him, his bothering would have lead to you both arguing about how you needed to get things done, and how you needed to take a break. You've learned to ignore him, though. It was no use losing your head over something so trivial at your matesprit when you could just brush him off and code.
“Sollux. I love you babe. But this has gone from nerd to obsessed. Eat something. Come to bed.”
He's back at it again, leaning against that desk in a way that you will just barely notice him. At some point, and you can't even recall when, he had started bothering you. Fretting and worrying in that “I'm-too-cool-to-be-fretting-and-worrying” way Dave always does. If you bothered to look at him, you would be able to tell by the way he held himself, even as he kept up his cool kid demeanor, that he's gone from concern to mildly freaking out.
You really ought to remind the boy that an Earth day to you is nothing. Barely even half of an Alternian day. He really ought to start with the fretting when it becomes a week.
He tugs at your chair lightly, but you carefully snap at that hand with some psionics before getting back to work, letting out a small growl of irritation to let him know to just leave you be. You'll be in bed soon enough. Just a few more lines of code.
At least, that's what you told yourself.
That's what you told yourself the last time he bothered you, too.
“Babe. It's been almost two days.” You can here that tiny little crack of concern in his voice, ears sensitive to the human's minute change of voice tones. You barely acknowledge the words, long thin fingers still stroking over the keyboard as several more lines of code are produced before he's even finished with the scentance.
Still, it hasn't been that long... has it? You couldn't be all that sure, nor are you all that worried. Epiphanies rarely come to you as it is. Doesn't he not understand this?
He gives a mild sigh of irritation, pushing away from your desk as he walks away. You give a small “Hmph,” and soon your mind is back lost into the program you are in the middle of creating.
You don't notice the clanging and shuffling in the kitchen, long since trained in the art of not giving a fuck about noises Striders make. If you can code through the hellstorm that is a Strider strife, you can code through a couple of banging pots.
You don't even notice the smell of food wafting into your room, either, even if your stomach does. The tiny flips it makes to get you to get up and consume something. You try to placate it with stale coffee once more, mildly wondering how your nerves aren't a jittery mess from the caffeine.
Type, code, enter. Another line down. God only knows how many more until you're satisfied.
You don't even notice him striding back with grace that traitorously gives away his training, Dave dancing around the tangle of cords and carelessly tossed dirty laundry littering the floor that you made note to clean before you even sat down.
He's leaning on the desk again, even more than last time, enough to budge it an inch. It actually gets your attention and you turn to him, mouth open to snap at him angrily.
You don't even get the chance. He moves faster than you can react, and in the next moment, you taste something sweet being shoved into you mouth as he smirks.
“So, how about that meal and a nap?” He quips, just a tiny bit smug.
Despite your moment of furious annoyance, you no longer find yourself caring, swallowing the sweet morsel of waffle that the human had fed you. You can't help but to smile and shake your head before you reach up and kiss him gently.
“You can be thuch an ath thometimeth.”
He just offers you a rare Strider grin.
“You love it.”
You do.
So much so that the moment his pale lips are on your black ones once more, your programming is all but forgotten.
There was only one thing that could do that, after all, and you will never get enough of those simple gestures.
Simply Worries
“For the love of god, Dave. If you value your life, and my thanity, you will NOT do thith.”
The skinny troll looks over at you with his arms crossed and his fangs ever so slightly bared as you set things up. You can't help but to chuckle. For a troll, Sollux did worry a tad bit too much.
“Don't worry babe.” you say quickly as you stride over, kissing him, something he returns begrudgingly. “I know what I'm doing. I got this in the bag. There's no way that anything can go wrong.”
You can barely tell with those odd eyes of his, the pupils oh so hidden, but he rolls them, giving a little huff and a shake of the head. He taps his foot in annoyance as he stares right at you. “Right. Great. Thankth. Now you've given me all the more reathon to worry. Now everything ith going to go wrong.”
You just laugh as you go back to you little set up. There is no way on earth this is going to fail. Nobody is going to expect it, especially not your victim.
“Dave, it'th not going to work.” he says in that little warning tone he gets whenever he's trying to stop you from doing something. “He'th not that thtupid. He'th going to thee right through the trick, and then, when you come crawling back, I'm going to laugh at you.”
You give a small mock gasp of shock. “Sollux! I'm hurt!” you give a fake pout. “You're my boyfriend. You're suppose to believe in me. Believe!”
He gives a small huff of laughter as he moves back, sitting back against the wall with his arms still crossed over his thin chest. “Don't ever thay I didn't warn you.”
“And I'm going to say I told you so when this goes through without a hitch, babe.” you argue back with a smirk.
You hear those footsteps coming up those stairs, and you know he's coming. Far too many years you have spend constantly losing your strifes for with him. Too long, you have played fairly. Now was your chance to finally get a win under your belt, by any means necessary. That door slams open, and you barely notice as Sollux gives a slight jolt.
“Hey little man.”
“'Sup.”
Simple. Quick. No need for dramatics. That shit wasn't even ironic. Just a quick greeting and you were both off, swords drawn as you charged one another. You move fast, but he's even faster, dodging and blocking your hits with ease before he's swiping back. You barely have the chance to react as you bring your sword up to block, the blow cracking the steel.
You curse and jump back, eyeing your brother through your aviators. You can't read his eyes, his own behind shades, but you are damn sure that even if you could, he wouldn't give anything away.
Smug bastard.
Your eyes catch Sollux for just a moment. He remains against that wall, frowning, tapping his foot. He still doesn't believe that this is going to work. What catches you off guard is that lack of support from the troll, though, but the lines of worry beginning to form on his brow.
“Oh fuck!”
Bro had taken that moment of distraction to attack again. He sends you flying, skidding against the concrete of that apartment roof with a yelp. You barely manage to gain your bearings to quickly get back to your feet as he charges you again. It's when you notice, and you can't help but to smirk
Just a little more. You're so sure you have this in the back that you begin charging him the moment you think you have him in your little trap.
Your eyes go wide when he sidesteps and completely misses it, his own smirk playing on his face. There is absolutely no time to react, and he hits you once more. You're sent flying into that trap, hard, feeling it slam against your back.
Hook. Line. Sinker. He used your own trick against you.
Fuck did it hurt.
He walks over to you, nudging you with his foot. “Next time, little bro, you might want to make a trap that's a little less obvious.” he turns to Sollux. “You might as well come here. He's going to need a kiss to make it better.” and with that, he's heading back down, not a single scratch on him.
You curse, pounding your fist on the ground, the taste of defeat so bitter that you don't notice Sollux carefully walking over to help you out of that trap, psionics prying it apart. You feel those grey hands on you, helping you to a sitting up position as you hiss through the tugging of your wounds. You ready yourself for the barrage of “I told you so's.”
It never comes.
“You alright?” he says gently. His brow is still furrowed in that worry. You almost wish he would tell you so. The gentleness in his voice just hurts your pride even more.
Sollux can tell, and carefully he's taking your face into his hands, making you look at him as he kisses you gently.
“I wish you wouldn't worry me like thith.” he grumbles lightly. You can't help but to smile.
“Aww, babe. What fun would that be?”
He just gives a small bit of laughter.
“You're an idiot, Dave.”
“But I'm your idiot. You wouldn't know what to do without me.”
“I wouldn't have to worry about keeping your ath out of the hothpital from thtupid thtunth.”
“But bab-”
He just shuts you up with a kiss, and you gladly accept it.
He simply worries because he cares.
Characters: Dave Strider, Sollux Captor, Bro
Ships: Dave<3Sollux
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Simple Gesture
You don't have any idea how many hours have passed by since you started working on this project. Hell, you don't even remember the last time you've stood up to take a break. All you know is that the moment your fingers settled on the keyboard, the rest of the world was dead to you.
Strings of code flash by your eyes as you work ceaselessly, the cup of coffee you had poured yourself having long since gone cold and nasty, even if you still sip at the overly sweetened liquid. Your stomach growls, protesting how long you've gone without food, but you force yourself to ignore it. You are on a spree, and you're not about to lose it to just some mild hunger.
You don't even bother to notice Dave any time he passes by you. Had it been within the first month of being with him, his bothering would have lead to you both arguing about how you needed to get things done, and how you needed to take a break. You've learned to ignore him, though. It was no use losing your head over something so trivial at your matesprit when you could just brush him off and code.
“Sollux. I love you babe. But this has gone from nerd to obsessed. Eat something. Come to bed.”
He's back at it again, leaning against that desk in a way that you will just barely notice him. At some point, and you can't even recall when, he had started bothering you. Fretting and worrying in that “I'm-too-cool-to-be-fretting-and-worrying” way Dave always does. If you bothered to look at him, you would be able to tell by the way he held himself, even as he kept up his cool kid demeanor, that he's gone from concern to mildly freaking out.
You really ought to remind the boy that an Earth day to you is nothing. Barely even half of an Alternian day. He really ought to start with the fretting when it becomes a week.
He tugs at your chair lightly, but you carefully snap at that hand with some psionics before getting back to work, letting out a small growl of irritation to let him know to just leave you be. You'll be in bed soon enough. Just a few more lines of code.
At least, that's what you told yourself.
That's what you told yourself the last time he bothered you, too.
“Babe. It's been almost two days.” You can here that tiny little crack of concern in his voice, ears sensitive to the human's minute change of voice tones. You barely acknowledge the words, long thin fingers still stroking over the keyboard as several more lines of code are produced before he's even finished with the scentance.
Still, it hasn't been that long... has it? You couldn't be all that sure, nor are you all that worried. Epiphanies rarely come to you as it is. Doesn't he not understand this?
He gives a mild sigh of irritation, pushing away from your desk as he walks away. You give a small “Hmph,” and soon your mind is back lost into the program you are in the middle of creating.
You don't notice the clanging and shuffling in the kitchen, long since trained in the art of not giving a fuck about noises Striders make. If you can code through the hellstorm that is a Strider strife, you can code through a couple of banging pots.
You don't even notice the smell of food wafting into your room, either, even if your stomach does. The tiny flips it makes to get you to get up and consume something. You try to placate it with stale coffee once more, mildly wondering how your nerves aren't a jittery mess from the caffeine.
Type, code, enter. Another line down. God only knows how many more until you're satisfied.
You don't even notice him striding back with grace that traitorously gives away his training, Dave dancing around the tangle of cords and carelessly tossed dirty laundry littering the floor that you made note to clean before you even sat down.
He's leaning on the desk again, even more than last time, enough to budge it an inch. It actually gets your attention and you turn to him, mouth open to snap at him angrily.
You don't even get the chance. He moves faster than you can react, and in the next moment, you taste something sweet being shoved into you mouth as he smirks.
“So, how about that meal and a nap?” He quips, just a tiny bit smug.
Despite your moment of furious annoyance, you no longer find yourself caring, swallowing the sweet morsel of waffle that the human had fed you. You can't help but to smile and shake your head before you reach up and kiss him gently.
“You can be thuch an ath thometimeth.”
He just offers you a rare Strider grin.
“You love it.”
You do.
So much so that the moment his pale lips are on your black ones once more, your programming is all but forgotten.
There was only one thing that could do that, after all, and you will never get enough of those simple gestures.
Simply Worries
“For the love of god, Dave. If you value your life, and my thanity, you will NOT do thith.”
The skinny troll looks over at you with his arms crossed and his fangs ever so slightly bared as you set things up. You can't help but to chuckle. For a troll, Sollux did worry a tad bit too much.
“Don't worry babe.” you say quickly as you stride over, kissing him, something he returns begrudgingly. “I know what I'm doing. I got this in the bag. There's no way that anything can go wrong.”
You can barely tell with those odd eyes of his, the pupils oh so hidden, but he rolls them, giving a little huff and a shake of the head. He taps his foot in annoyance as he stares right at you. “Right. Great. Thankth. Now you've given me all the more reathon to worry. Now everything ith going to go wrong.”
You just laugh as you go back to you little set up. There is no way on earth this is going to fail. Nobody is going to expect it, especially not your victim.
“Dave, it'th not going to work.” he says in that little warning tone he gets whenever he's trying to stop you from doing something. “He'th not that thtupid. He'th going to thee right through the trick, and then, when you come crawling back, I'm going to laugh at you.”
You give a small mock gasp of shock. “Sollux! I'm hurt!” you give a fake pout. “You're my boyfriend. You're suppose to believe in me. Believe!”
He gives a small huff of laughter as he moves back, sitting back against the wall with his arms still crossed over his thin chest. “Don't ever thay I didn't warn you.”
“And I'm going to say I told you so when this goes through without a hitch, babe.” you argue back with a smirk.
You hear those footsteps coming up those stairs, and you know he's coming. Far too many years you have spend constantly losing your strifes for with him. Too long, you have played fairly. Now was your chance to finally get a win under your belt, by any means necessary. That door slams open, and you barely notice as Sollux gives a slight jolt.
“Hey little man.”
“'Sup.”
Simple. Quick. No need for dramatics. That shit wasn't even ironic. Just a quick greeting and you were both off, swords drawn as you charged one another. You move fast, but he's even faster, dodging and blocking your hits with ease before he's swiping back. You barely have the chance to react as you bring your sword up to block, the blow cracking the steel.
You curse and jump back, eyeing your brother through your aviators. You can't read his eyes, his own behind shades, but you are damn sure that even if you could, he wouldn't give anything away.
Smug bastard.
Your eyes catch Sollux for just a moment. He remains against that wall, frowning, tapping his foot. He still doesn't believe that this is going to work. What catches you off guard is that lack of support from the troll, though, but the lines of worry beginning to form on his brow.
“Oh fuck!”
Bro had taken that moment of distraction to attack again. He sends you flying, skidding against the concrete of that apartment roof with a yelp. You barely manage to gain your bearings to quickly get back to your feet as he charges you again. It's when you notice, and you can't help but to smirk
Just a little more. You're so sure you have this in the back that you begin charging him the moment you think you have him in your little trap.
Your eyes go wide when he sidesteps and completely misses it, his own smirk playing on his face. There is absolutely no time to react, and he hits you once more. You're sent flying into that trap, hard, feeling it slam against your back.
Hook. Line. Sinker. He used your own trick against you.
Fuck did it hurt.
He walks over to you, nudging you with his foot. “Next time, little bro, you might want to make a trap that's a little less obvious.” he turns to Sollux. “You might as well come here. He's going to need a kiss to make it better.” and with that, he's heading back down, not a single scratch on him.
You curse, pounding your fist on the ground, the taste of defeat so bitter that you don't notice Sollux carefully walking over to help you out of that trap, psionics prying it apart. You feel those grey hands on you, helping you to a sitting up position as you hiss through the tugging of your wounds. You ready yourself for the barrage of “I told you so's.”
It never comes.
“You alright?” he says gently. His brow is still furrowed in that worry. You almost wish he would tell you so. The gentleness in his voice just hurts your pride even more.
Sollux can tell, and carefully he's taking your face into his hands, making you look at him as he kisses you gently.
“I wish you wouldn't worry me like thith.” he grumbles lightly. You can't help but to smile.
“Aww, babe. What fun would that be?”
He just gives a small bit of laughter.
“You're an idiot, Dave.”
“But I'm your idiot. You wouldn't know what to do without me.”
“I wouldn't have to worry about keeping your ath out of the hothpital from thtupid thtunth.”
“But bab-”
He just shuts you up with a kiss, and you gladly accept it.
He simply worries because he cares.
