[I fucking LOVE davekat also don’t ask abt the picture I also love weezer]

Your name is Dave Strider.

A few years ago, you met Karkat Vantas. Some bullshit happened, you started dating, and now it’s the morning after your first time.

You rise up in bed and yawn, stretching up your arms and immediately feeling a sharp pain in your neck. He must’ve bitten you a LOT.

A few moments later, Karkat mumbles something groggily before sitting up in bed with you. “Mornin’, babe.” He murmurs. He slowly leans in and kisses your cheek.