Brief moments of Karezi for your everyday needs

Hello! My name’s Natalie.

As you probably know, this blog has been inactive for a while because the main admin is in college. I asked the creator of karezidrabbles if I could take over filling prompts and they were cool with it, so here i am - The new writer! The rules are the same as they were before - I’m willing to take any requests (including nsfw) with the exception of noncon or blackrom. As of right now, there are a fair amount of messages in the ask/request box so I’m planning on completing drabbles for the un-anonymous senders first and working my way through as many requests as i can. Feel free to submit writing prompts!

"Fuck." You growl under your breath, glaring at the needle and thread in your hand. How the fuck does Terezi do this without practically maiming herself is beyond you at this point. But there she is: grinning away and sewing a button to her new scalemate's head like it's nothing.

Her attention perks at your cursing, which you apparently fail to cover up right away. She gives you a strange look (but doesn't fail to keep smiling).

"Something wrong, Karkat?"

Sighing, you set the abused fabric on the floor. "Yes. Why are we even doing this? There's literally no point. And even if there was, there has to be an easier way to make them."

Suddenly, you have a face full of felt and fabric. The scalemate squeaks once it collides with you, before tumbling to the floor. It's... grey. Completely grey, with the only colour being bright red eyes. Aside from Inspector Monochrome, you don't think you've seen one of these fuckers without damagingly bright colours.

That's when you realize it's supposed to be you.

[[Kidstuck/MiddleSchoolstuck]]

CG: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?

GC: WH4T 4R3 YOU T4LK1NG 4BOUT >:?

CG: YOU FUCKING STABBED ME. AND THEN LEFT MY BODY THERE TO ROT LIKE A GUILTY CORPSE LEFT FOR THE SHITTY RATS TO FESTER AND PICK AWAY AT FOR THE NUMEROUS DAYS TO COME.

GC: C4LM DOWN 1TS JUST 4 G4M3

GC: J33Z

CG: NO I WILL NOT CALM THE FUCK DOWN. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO GET THAT CHARACTER TO THE HIGH STATUS OF A KNIGHT? FUCKING WEEKS. ONLY TO HAVE A PIECE OF SHIT LIKE YOURSELF COME AND TAKE THAT ALL AWAY FROM ME WITH A SNAP OF THEIR FINGERS.

GC: MHMM

CG: AND NOW I'M GOING TO HAVE TO GO THROUGH ALL OF THAT JUST TO GET MY NEW CHARACTER UP TO SPEED.

GC: DO YOU 4LW4YS Y3LL L1K3 TH1S?

CG: YES.

CG: BECAUSE I AM OBVIOUSLY CONSTANTLY SURROUNDED BY IDIOTS WHO HAVE LIVED UNDER ROCKS THEIR ENTIRE LIVES AND THEREFORE HAVE NO IDEA HOW THE HELL TO HOLD AN ACTUAL CONVERSATION. NOT TO MENTION POSSIBLY HAVE SOME ACTUAL FUCKING RESPECT FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S HARD EARNED GODDAMN WORK.

GC: WH4TS YOUR N4M3

CG: WAIT, WHAT?

GC: I 4K3D YOU YOUR N4M3 DUMB4SS

CG: ...

CG: KARKAT.

GC: H3LLO K4K4T

GC: MY N4M3 1S T3R3Z1 4ND YOU H4V3 JUST B33N S3RV3D BY 4 COLD H4RD 4ND CRU3L H4ND C4LL3D JUST1C3

GC: >:]

CG: OH MY FUCKING GOD.

[[Humanstuck]]

Terezi throws her arms around your neck the moment she hears your voice.  It takes a minute to regain balance, but when you do you hug her back. Her hand is cool, holding onto the back of your neck tightly.

Burying your face in her shoulder, you ask her if she's okay. It's just a whisper, but she seems to hear it. Nodding, the hand leaves your neck to rub your back. Smooth circles; moving to a steady rhythm.

You let out a breath of relief. She's okay. She's okay, and you're okay, and there isn't anything to worry about. Slowly your body begins to relax. The knot in your chest loosens, your hands don't need to clench any more, and it doesn't feel like you're running on pure adrenaline. Terezi seems to loosen up a but while you hold her, too.

That is, until you hear a honk.

... finals week. 

Sometimes, the need to smooch came up at the most unexpected times. Like while standing in front of the toaster, waiting for breakfast to pop up, for example. Terezi had gotten her hands on an unopened jar of nutella and she needed some toast to smother with the stuff. She had this funny quirk when she was excited about something, she would dance a little bit in front of the appliance in anticipation of food, sticking her butt out into the walkway and shaking her hips in time to the happy tune she was humming.

While Karkat was much less of a morning person, there was something about Terezi's silly antics before breakfast that amused him so. "You have more wiggle going on back there than a grub on a sugar rush." He said, coming up behind her and caging her against the countertop with his arms on either side of her.

"Mmmmm, morning, sunshine." Terezi purred, pivoting around to kiss him. The toast was quickly forgotten about in favor of smooching. Swaying side to side, the two trolls locked lips for a minute or so, each of them smelling of cheap coffee and morning breath and it was excellent.

"Hey, excuse me," The amorous couple was jolted out of their daze by a pajamaed John, tapping his foot impatiently with his arms crossed. "If you're going to make out, can it not be blocking the path to the refrigerator?"

Maybe it's the look she gave Dave earlier. Or the sneer you caught on Gamzee's face while he watched her walk across the room. Hell, maybe it's the endless nights of sleeping but not getting any actual goddamn sleep. But no matter what the cause of it was, a spark caught and no one was expecting this.

Because the moment you two are alone, you find yourself yelling at Terezi. Flailing your arms to get her attention while she just... While she just stands there and fucking takes it. Seemingly unaffected. All it does, though, is piss you off even more. You don't think about the words coming out of your mouth, but even from the tone can tell that they're vicious.

All while she just fucking stands there. Pokerfaced. Emotionless.

And just like that, you're on your knees. Crying like a pathetic idiot. Because that's what you are. A fucking, pathetic idiot who thought that just maybe this girl standing before you would keep a quadrant open. You find yourself letting out a short, bitter laugh at the now ridiculous thought.

When Terezi's hand pets your head comfortingly, you look up to see her sad expression. Which is fucking ridiculous because you should be the one apologizing. Your vision is blurred, and before you know it, tears are streaming down your face all over again.

All you can do is say that you're so fucking sorry over and over as she tries to quiet you down.