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for the feb shipping challenge! i asked lee who to do and she said roxysollux so this is for you, canadianbabbu uvu <3rox and sol belong to hussie
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XDD <33))
John scratched the back of his neck as he inspected the remaining supplies. They were slowly dwindling under the stress of two people and no trips to replenish- time to bite the bullet. He ran a hand through his messy hair as he leaned in against the kitchen doorframe and looked to Dave in the living room.
"Hey, I'm going to have to head out for a while and look for some supplies," he said, pushing off of the doorframe to shove his feet in his shoes. "We're not running low yet, but I don't want to risk it, y'know?"
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Dave looked up from where he'd been screwing around with an old cellphone, dropping it to grab his shoes and sword. Like hell he was letting John go alone. Alternatively, like hell he was staying here.
"I'm coming for back up," he mumbled, balancing on one leg to slip his shoe on.
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John blinked in surprise. "Dave, you're still not better! You should just stay here and rest a while longer, you can come later." He huffed, pulling on his jacket and grabbing one of the lighter weight guns in front of the door.
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Dave snorted and twisted his foot into the either show rolling his eyes. "I'm just fine, John, I'm not gonna drop dead if I go outside. Exercise is good for healing." Or something. He didn't move from his spot, but he didn't cross his arms and pop his hip like he wanted to.
Why even.
"I promise I won
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John scrunched up his nose, a sign of irritated thought, though sighed. "I guess I can't exactly make you stay and rest after I leave anyway and it's better if we stick together." He huffed, grabbing a jacket and throwing it at Dave before shoving the coffee table away from the front door.
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"You know you love me," Dave taunted, slipping the jacket on (it was John's, so it wasa bit big,) and putting on the hood. "Besides, we can get more stuff this way. Calm your choice tits, eggs."
((Dave totally calls John eggs
Nobody can tell me otherwise))
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((that's amazing omg))
John's scowl faltered once or twice until he finally gave up and laughed. "Dave, shut up." He rolled his bright blue eyes as he bumped the front door open, glancing around to be sure none of those things were around.
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OwO its just cute so I went okay challenge accepted))
Dave mimicked John in a feminine tone, waltzing over to pat his head. "Mother hen," he snickered, bumping the door open as far as it would go with the stuff behind it. "Clear, no need to stick your neck out of your shell anymore let's go," Dave said, slipping out. John was so cautious; if anything was there they could easily take it out.
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"Dave, I said shut up," John huffed, pulling the door shut behind him. "I've always had to do this myself, looking out for my own ass, so cut me some slack wouldya?" He hopped down the rickety old stairs of his front stoop and turned to give Dave a half-hearted glare.
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Dave sighed and lolled his head back over in John's direction, face a void of emotion. "Baby, you know I love you you're my one and only," he said, blowing John a sarcastic kiss. "But really, don't worry so much about if something's out there, worry about if it can get to you or how fast you can kill it."
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John felt a slight pink tainting his cheeks as shoved his hands in his sweater pockets. "First of all, Dave, I am the one and only other human, and second of all I figure I should at least know there's something out there before I go throwing myself into the middle of something."
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Dave snickered. "So what if you're the only other human being! Declare was against a world of those thing and I'm sure you're more than a human being. Besides, there are other dipshits out there, you know. Other groups. Me 'n bro used to belong to one." When he spoke of his brother, Dave got quiet. Almost an angry quiet, but not quite.
More so a simmering quiet.
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"I only meant.. within range," John tried to amend, though he fell silent almost immediately after. He knew Dave didn't like speaking of his Bro so he didn't push it; he tried to turn his attention to the job at hand instead.
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Dave shrugged, "gotta be more specific, bro. I might think you mean in your head," he said, but his voice was a little husky still. "But yeah like I said I don't think anything could take us on. Because it's not like there's anything not dead around here anyways."
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"I haven't actually seen any of those things near my house in a while," he admitted. "Those ones I saved you from where some of the first I've come into close contact with. I can usually keep myself far enough away that they don't notice me while I'm looking for supplies."
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Dave snorted, "I guess I just have too much charm for them. They just follow me like lost puppies. Dead lost puppies who want to kill and maim me. But you get the picture."
They were nearing an old hunting store. "But I still think we should be moving on soon,"
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John blinked, giving Dave a blank look. "I didn't catch that last part," he said with a sheepish simper, stepping up to walk beside Dave rather than a half-step behind him.
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"I said," Dave started, looking pointedly at John, " that it,s time to move on to the next town or city." He knew John had probably heard the first time. But he figured sounding scarier might make a better point.
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John refused to shy away from the intense look, hardening his own gentle face. "But Dave, we're fine here. There aren't any of those things around and there's still plenty of supplies within a reasonable distance. There's no reason to leave!"
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Dave scoffed at him, "We're not safe here. There isn't pole try of supplies, and what's more is that we're in a large city. Moving out, going towards the coast is our best bet right now, John." Dave stopped walking. "We need to move on."
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(("there isn't pole try of supplies" what XDD))
John frowned, crossing his arms tight over his chest. "I've been in that house my entire life; I know what's going on in my own damn city! There are hardly any of those things still around and the ones that are never catch on. There are tons of stores that are still stocked with clothes, food and water and that's after living out of them for seventeen years!
((random age oops))
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Diiiiicks
Sorry infinite supply oops lol.))
Dave shrugged. "Then I guess I'm going on my own. I'll find a walkie or something, give another to you in case you need me. But I'm not staying." He resumed his aggravated pace towards the hunting shop, making himself seem cold and uncaring.
((Nope its cool I figured them about that age lol))
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John could feel his hands fist into balls at the mere idea- the fact that Dave looked serious. From a technical standpoint John had given a good deal of supplies to this person who was anything but grateful- rather, he felt the need to take John away from his home? In a moment of hormonal teenage anger the boy halted and shouted after him, "don't even bother, Dave!"
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Dave flipped the bird over his shoulder and just kept walking. "Alright, John, see you motherfucking never." He called.
These days you just couldn't call anybody your best friend.
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John could feel too many emotions welling in his tender belly at once and turned on his heel to make a prompt escape. He walked quickly until he was out of range before he burst into a sprint; thoroughly out of breath by the time he got home. The door slammed shut, table groaning as he forced it against it, and finally he let himself sink down onto the very edge of the couch. No.
No.
He stood right back up and walked numbly to the kitchen. No, these were feelings he didn't need. These were feelings he could suppress. If he could get over his father then what was his best friend- ex best friend? It didn't matter, he promised himself. Eat. Drink. Sleep. It was what he had done for his entire life up until a handful of days ago and it was what he would continue to do, ignoring the little interruption.
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Dave walked like a machine, right onto the old steps of not the hunting store but an old video store which sat beside it.
He was unfeeling.
He was uncaring.
Nothing can faze you unless you let it.
He could go without John. But for now he'd sleep here, on these steps, if only to try and get rid of this aching feeling. The same one he'd first had when Bro had been killed.
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John had to swallow twice as much as necessary to force the food down (and keep it down) as he ate. It was only a small sandwich, something to keep his body going without being too rough on his suddenly sensitive stomach.
He had gone the majority of his life without human contact. Physically far longer- that was how he justified suddenly feeling so cold. It was a natural urge to want to be close to other humans, just not one he would fulfill. Mentally, however, he was bewildered and overwhelmed. Dave had been someone to talk to for so long John had come to rely on him just to get through day-to-day life, especially when he was really present.. but it couldn't take too long to readjust to a solitary lifestyle. It couldn't.
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Dave took of his jacket (he smelled John, as if he was still there,) and piled it into a pillow. He put it against the railing and curled up, Sheriff bag behind him, sword laying in front of him.
The ache in his chest began to turn into a burn.
His eyes stung.
He was so tired of bring tired.
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John only finished half of his sandwich before he had to double over the sink; deciding maybe trying to force down food right now wasn't the best thing. He whimpered as he rinsed his mouth out, eyes burning with unshed tears. He hadn't gotten himself in over his head- he couldn't have.
His knees felt like jello as he stumbled up the stairs and into his bedroom. He threw himself down on his bed, feeling the prickling tears finally start to roll down his nose as he was greeted by the lingering scent of Dave in his pillows, his sheets, his blanket.. Dave had been recouping in his room and now it all smelled like him. Every inhale hurt, every exhale was reluctant.
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Dave was glad he'd not eaten that morning. And gkad he'd refused food the night before. He felt sick. He felt tired, sick, stupid and lonely.
He was an idiot, but there was no going back now. He couldn't just show p like hey John I'm back you're right let's just fucking stay.
No. Nope.
Not happening.
He was saying good bye to everything he'd ever cared about.
Dave took a breath, held it, and suddenly sat up. He opened his mouth and screamed fuck you! for as long as his lungs would let him.
Then he just sunk down into John's jacket and shut his eyes.
Fuck you indeed.
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John hated this already. He hadn't cried in so long... not since his father died. He had promised himself after nearly two months of nothing but lonely tears that he would never cry again- not by pain, loss or other.
He'd cried when he realized Dave was Dave.
And now he was crying at the loss of Dave.
Dave Dave Dave.
He was gone and if John knew anything about the blonde, it was that he had an unbreakable will. If he said he was leaving, if he said he was never going to bother coming back, then John knew for damn sure that he wouldn't be seeing him again.
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Maybe it would be okay of Dave just got up really quick and went in to look for the walkie he needed. Just for emergency transmissions.
Yeah.
So he scrambled up, ignoring how his cheeks burned and his eyes stung, and he shoved the jacket in the Sheriff bag, grabbed his sword and went next door to the hunting shop. Even if it was kind of dark out, Dave could still see.
He found the thing right away and left the matching one, along with a set of batteries on a shelf, stuffing the walkie in his bag for safe keeping.
It was time to go.
He couldn't sleep.
It was night, so other people could.
Perfect time to go.
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John buried his face in the pillows, though it was doing just as much help as it was harm. His chest was already starting to hurt from clenching to stifle his sobs and he wasn't sure if it was even noble anymore. He sat up abruptly and threw his legs over the side of the bed, holding his head in his hands as he tried to talk himself out of this.
Dave wouldn't want to see him. He had been stupid and childish and selfish and it had cost him his only friendship and the only person he had in this entire forsaken world. He slumped down against his knees, shoulders shaking. Dave was too strong for him; he had always been weak, trying to find some constant, something he could rely on. He'd misplaced that trust in his own house instead of his best friend and now.. he was starting to realize how terrible his priorities really were.
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Dave started out walking. And then jogging. And then he started to run as fast as humanly possible, streaking away. When he was at the city's limits, when there was a faint light on the horizon, he just stopped and doubled over, crying so hard he lost his balance and fell.
The one time he cared and he must fucked it up over moving. The one time he loved anything was the one time he just pulled a stupid and fucked it up.
Loved.
He loved John and the realization hit him like a brick to the forehead.
He loved John.
He.
Loved John.
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John could feel the tears washing through his fingers, dripping onto his knees, some plinking against the floor. Why was he so critically stupid? How could he ever think he could survive without Dave? How could he ever dilute himself to that point?
The brunette started to stand up, but his knees quivered under him and he just as quickly sunk to the ground; curling into a ball beside his bed and crying against his jeans.
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Dave cried himself sick and the some. When he could finally breathe, he gathered himself and started running again. He HD to get to John before something happened. He had to make right. He couldn't live without that dorky smile.
He was like drugs, that boy, his love a dirty needle and Dave the dying addict.
He couldn't live without his addiction.
He ran and ran until he got to the hunting shop, and then ran and ran until he foun d John's house. He knocked on the door with bruised and scraped knuckles and tried to remember how to breathe. He couldn't. Passing out' though, was not an option right now.
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John nearly started out of his own skin, though the second he realized what that had been he was falling over himself trying to get down the stairs. He shoved the table away and jerked the door open, practically crumpling against Dave as he sobbed against the boy's shoulder. He had his arms tight around Dave's middle, hardly able to breathe past his hiccups and sharp exhales.
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Dave's vocal cords spouted sorries and whatnot as he buried his face as best he could in John's messy hair. When he could finally talk, after he'd sunk down to his knees on the porch and dragged his boy with him, Dave said the first thing he thought of.
"I wasn't lying when I said you were my one and only." He was still hiccuping from earlier, his tears making a few strands of John's hair wet.
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John was still wound around Dave, refusing to remove his head from the boy's shoulder. "You're all I have, too, Dave," he replied, voice hoarse and moreso a whimper. He could feel the dampened cloth of Dave's shirt pressed against his cheek, rubbing slightly as he let out another half-audible apology.
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Dave was happy to just sit in a messy pile so long as john was alright and well. "We're all we have and that's never going to change" Dave mumbled, turning to press his cheek against John's head instead. "It's alright, it's my fault for being an assmuffin."
He clutched John closer and refused to let go. John would have to basically get him up and carry him if they were ever going to move.
((Its okay my Headcanon Dave is light as snow lol.))
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((yea lol omg that would give john a total SEME MOMENT XDDD))
"Promise it isn't going to change," John murmured against his collar, blue eyes shut tight and glasses shoved up on his forehead from his burrowing in against Dave. It had only been a short time since he'd last held him but it had felt like a sickening lifetime. He couldn't do that again.
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JO IM GONNA CRY
I dunno wheat her to laugh or cry or what I just know I'm
No I'm gonna laugh that was so uncalked for XDD))
"I promise nothing's ever going to change this. Us. Anything." Dave mumbled, his head cricked to the side but it wasn't uncomfortable. He was just so exhausted.
But he was safe. His John was safe. Nothing could be better than that.
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I KNOW BUT.. XDDDDD))
John let out a shuddering breath, the tension finally releasing his battle-weary body. He could just melt here in Dave's arms.. "Okay," John replied with a small nod. He fell silent for a few moments before he had finally gathered enough composure to lean back and look at Dave's face. "We probably shouldn't stay outside; it's gunna get cold soon.."
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((DO IT ILL trY not to think of that
it I'm crying omg ))
Dave shrugged "Can't move, man, I'm fucking tired." He mumbled. He made a scrunched up face and ducked his head down to John's shoulder. "Don't look t me I'm a stupid assmuffin," he drawled.
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"Dave, no you're not," John sighed, resting his head against Dave's for a moment before he leaned in closer and wound his arms lower around the blonde. "C'mooon," he drew out as he carefully managed to his feet with Dave supported against his chest like a child. ".. wow you actually don't weigh that much. Like, I'm not that strong but I can totally pick you up."
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((I LOVE YOU))
Dave drew in a hissing breath and wrapped his legs and arms around John, hands holding onto his shirt for dear life. "Wow no warning what the hell," Dave babbled, a shrill little tone seeping into his voice.
Nobody had ever picked him up like this.
..it was kind of nice though. After the initial shock, Dave started to get sleepier. "Mother hen," he sighed.
Fuck yes he was sleeping like this.
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((I LOVE YOU FOR LETTING ME XDD))
John laughed, backing against the door to close it and scooting the table in with his legs. "You're like a koala, Dave!" He teased, grinning a bucktooth grin. "And no, you should be ready for anything out here, dude. Gotta keep you on your toes- figuratively, obviously," he giggled. "Anyway, I'm really tired, too, so we're sharing the bed." John had to hold Dave higher so he could climb the stairs without jabbing him with a bony knee with each step up, though was a grinning, goofy mess again by the time they reached his- their room.
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((Dude I am ALWAYS OKAY WITH THIS LOL))
Dave nodded against John's shoulder, readjusting himself so he wasn't smooshing his face against John. "Don't hog the blanket this time," he mumbled, already half asleep. Everything was okay, so he pretty much had the right to pass out. Too much stress did that to a guy.
Well any guy but John. How did one even be so cheery like him all the time.
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John snorted as he flopped them both down on the bed, already in a tangled mess before they even hit the sheets. "It's my blanket, Dave, I can hog it if I want to." He reached back as he spoke, however; drawing the blanket up over both of them before snuggling in closer to Dave.
((they're shameless hehe))
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((The best dorks I ever knew lolol))
Dave let out a puff of breath and turned his like up in a bleary smile. "No way, I demand a lawyer." He mumbled, conking his head right into John's collar bone, and maybe accidentally bumping his chin too. But it was all for the good of warmth and dorky John lovin's, so no big deal.
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