Homestuck Oneshot Book

Drunk!Psiioniic x Reader

((I couldn't find a better picture of the psiioniic. Oh well, i tried))
~Reader's POV~
Your matesprit, the psiioniic, still wasn't home from signless's place yet and it was starting to get on your nerves. It was nearly ten at night for god's sake! "What the hell is taking him so long?" you muttered to yourself angrily.

Five minutes later, the worry began to set in. What if he got lost? There's no way, he's not that stupid. What if he's hurt? What if he got in an accident? Oh shit, if he's drunk and tried to get home.... No way, he's not drunk. What if he was mugged or killed? Plenty of people don't like trolls enough to kill them. Maybe that bitch he talked about, the condescion?, took him.

What if he left?

You shook your head, trying to rid it of the foul thought.

Another ten minutes later, you glanced at the wooden clock hanging on the bage painted walls of your living room. 11:06.

You were just about to go out and go to signless's hive yourself when you heard the door fling open. "(Y/n)!!!" a familiar voice called. You rushed to the foyer only to be confronted by the sight of mituna and the disciple helping your unconscious matesprit into the house.

When you saw no injuries you groaned. "Dear god, what has he done now?" They glanced between each other. "Well, you see...signless and him may have drunk a tad bit too much," the disciple explained. "How the hell did this happen!?" you demanded angrily.

"Well ya thee mith, firtht you grab a bottle. Then..."

"That's not what I meant tuna," you interrupted him, looking back to disciple. "I was out running late errands I forgot about yesterday and when I got back they were already drunk off their asses," she explained, adjusting his arm over her shoulders. "I called 'tuna to help me since signless was to drunk to be of use and I didn't think you would be in a good enough mood to see him anyway," she continued. You nodded. "Thank you."

You stared at the unconscious yellow blood for a moment. You sighed. "Well come on, bring him over to the couch," you said defeatedly. They dragged him into the living room and dropped him on the couch, afterwards you shooed them out and thanked them for bringing him home.

You went back into your living room and saw to your surprise the psiioniic to be awake. "(Y/n)?" he called to you weakly. You moved and stood in front of the couch, your arms folded over your chest and an angry look on your face. "You have some explaining to do."

He squeaked in fear and suddenly blue and red sparks surounded you as you were abruptly lifted into the air and thrown five feet back against the wall. You fell to the ground and glared at him with enough anger that it would scare an army away. "Psii, did you just use your psiioniics on me!?"

He yelped and jumped over the back of the couch, running to your bedroom and slamming the door behind him. You got up and ran after him.

You tried opening the door but found it locked. Well atleast he was sober enough to remember how to lock a door.

"Psii, open this door!!" you demanded. "No! You're mad at me and you're gonna hurt me!" he cried defiantly. You sighed. He was always the dramatic drunk. Besides, how were you supposed to hurt him when he was twice your size and had psiioniics?

"Psii, baby, come on, please open the door?" you tried in a softer tone. No response. "Psiioniic Captor if you don't open this door i'm going to have to break it open and then you're going to sleep on the couch for a week," you warned. You felt like you were scolding a child. "Come on now, you don't want to make me more mad. You already used your psiioniics on me." Wait for it, wait for it.....