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Karkat x Reader: Romcoms
==> Be bored.

Man, were you bored today. It was summer, which meant all your friends were on vacation. Tumblr was quiet, deviantART was empty of messages, and every good fan fiction had been read. No sudden inspiration for a masterpiece of the arts urged you into action. Outside wasn't exactly an option. Blue cloudless skies did nothing to lessen the blinding summer sun. Already, the fans were all running on high as you tried to keep from boiling alive in the 100+ degree weather. You lay on your comfy bed in a (light color) tank top and (complementing color) shorts, hair tied up loosely. Luckily, your body had pretty good regulation, so you weren't all too sweaty.

As the ceiling fan spun round and round, your mind did its own circles. Circles of pure, utter, crushing boredom.

There was only one thing to do on a day such as this. You swung off the mattress, intent on your decided task.

To cure boredom, you must summon a troll.

A very short, loud, mutant, romance-loving, foul-mouthed troll.

It was a simple task really. So long as he wasn't in one of his picky moods, you only had to turn off the lights and chant the summoning into a large mirror. If he heard you (somehow he always did) he'd find a mirror on his side and chant the spell back. A link would then span across dimensions, connected by the reflective surface, and you could pull him through. See? Seriously simple stuff.

So you did just that. The room turning black with a flip of the switch, you stumbled to your full length mirror. You only tripped thrice, which was a record considering all the stuff in here.

Finally feeling the smooth cold of your mirror, you let out a breath and straightened wrinkles from your clothes. Now for the chant. Eyes closed and arms raised mystically, you called upon the great powers that be with a simple word repeated 3 times, "Romcoms. Romcoms. Romcoms!"

A faint breeze ruffled your hair. You waited a moment, but no familiar voice answered the call. When one eye tentatively opened it was only your own human (e/c) reflected; not the slivered candy disks you hoped for.

Blood rushed back to the tips of your fingers as you slumped forward. So he wanted to do it the hard way, did he? You groaned. Stupid Vantas.

Tempted to go back to bed as you were, you still snapped the lights on and pillaged your storage for needed materials. In a few minutes, everything was gathered: red and grey candles, thick white chalk, a needle, and a cup of holy water tainted with a drop of Faygo.

The pentagram was completed around the mirror, the candles were lit and dripping on your clean floors, the drop of blood from your thumb mixing with the sugary soda and holy water. He better answer your call this time or he was going to get an earful. Once more the lights went off. Taking a dramatic pose, you repeated your chant.
This time it was not a breeze but a gale. The wind filled the room without a source, making the candles sputter.

Your hair danced wildly in the winds puppeteer grasp. The traitorous locks cut at your face and got in your open mouth. BLUH! You made a face and spat the hair out. No time for this tomfoolery, you had to concentrate.

Darkness became complete when the struggling candles finally went out. The strong winds absconded with the fire. You waited. . .

"What are you waiting for, nooksucker. Are you going to sit around looking stupid with your hands up in the air like that, or are you going to pull me through?"

A grin lit up your face at the sound of that gruff voice. Eyes opening to a warm emanating glow, you beheld Karkat Vantas in all his grumpy glory. For some reason he had a change of clothes today. Instead of his too-large black sweater and too-long grey pants, he wore a black t-shirt that -- though not sticking to his torso -- showed just how slim he was. His jeans were a dark red and fraying at the knees, still just a bit too long for him. They bunched up at the ankles over black and white converse. He was accessorized as well with a silver Cancer pendent hanging from a thin chain around his neck, and a thick black cloth band tied around his left wrist. His other hand was hidden however, because he held his right arm behind his back.

Your curious eyes caught his alien red ones. He smirked, and you couldn't help but be reminded of how much he'd grown up from when you first met him.

You were both only 13 or so (well he was 6 sweeps. Same difference). Back then he was short and kind of stalky, always snarling and barking orders, insecure but hiding it behind angry rants. As time went by, he had not only changed in appearance but in personality. He had gotten taller, maybe an inch or two above yourself, and slenderer with the lean muscles that came from sicklekind strife. He was puny compared to typical troll standards but wasn't half bad in a humans.

And though he was still a raging douche who was very good at giving orders, he didn't yell as much or sulk in self-hatred for quite as long. He had become more relaxed with both his friends and himself.

"Well? I can always cut the signal if you're just going to stand there." His irritated voice cut into your thoughts. The smirk had disappeared to be replaced by an annoyed frown. He held out his light grey hand.

You chuckled and reached through the mirror. This was the part you hated the most. The glass turned into shimmering liquid around your wrist that rippled all the way to the frame. Your hand that was inside the paradox felt cold. Not just cold, but freezing. It was the kind of chill that made it feel as if you were a Popsicle and human torch at the same time. You to think shuddered at what Karkat felt when he was pulled through.

Groping around the jello-y substance inside, you quickly found Karkat's hand. It was so warm as you clasped it, scarily so, like lava in an ice pit.

You yanked him foreword hard enough to surprise him. His eye went wide as he practically had to jump through paradox space, exiting on your side with a watery pop. The mirror returned to its typical state. He stumbled into you, stepping in the bowl of Faygo, water, and blood. Laughing, you saved Karkat from getting a face full of hot wax by catching him in a hug. Well, kind of a hug. Your arms were hooked under his with your hands on his shoulder blades as he slumped against you, jaw digging lightly into your collarbone. His fluffy hair tickled your face. You couldn't see the light blush dusting his cheeks.

When you had both regained balance he quickly peeled himself off you while still managing to hide what was behind his back in the semidarkness.

Curiosity got ahold of your mouth. "What are you hiding there? And what's with the sudden sense of style? Oh, I haven't even asked you how you've been! It's been forever--"
"Shut up, _____." You would be offended if not for the fact that his small smile hinted that you were rambling.

Blushing and rubbing the back of your neck from embarrassment, you giggled. "Eheheheh. Sorry about that, I got overexcited." With a deep breath, you willed yourself calm. You could feel Karkat watching each movement quizzically even though your eyes were closed. They opened again as light flooded through your lids. Karkat had turned the lamp on and now was sprawled out on his stomach over your bed. Typical. He'd been to your house so many times it was a second home. You pounced besides him, just grazing his ribs. You flopped down as he rolled over to face you with a grunt.

"These human sleep things are actually pretty comfy." Karkat commented offhandedly.
"So you have said many a time before." Dodge his playful swing. "Are you going to answer my questions?"

Curtly he spoke, counting down on his fingers, "An awesome movie, that’s what. Kanaya snagged me, which is why I didn't catch your call the first time. I'm doing well as any failure mutant surrounded by idiots trying to beat an unbeatable demon can. And it hasn't been that long since we've seen each other, just a month. We talk all the time anyways."
"Oh!" You shot up when he said movie. Karkat had a surprisingly good taste in romcoms. "Which one?"

He tugged you back to his warm side. "Calm down, it's just a movie. I thought you might like this one." With that, he pulled out a thin case and shoved it at you.
It was (insert movie), a new flick you had really wanted to see! Squealing, you hugged him tight. That surprised him for the second time that night, and he couldn’t find a place for his hands before you let go. "Let's go pop this sucker in!" Racing to the living room, you just dodged tripping over a candle while swinging and sliding in your rush. Karkat watched, hiding a sad smile, and then followed at much more careful pace.

When he got there, you were already curled up on the couch with buttery popcorn, the previews playing, blanket held up for him to crawl besides you. Sparkling eyes big in the dark and enthusiastic grin easily visible, Karkat pushed aside a twinge of regret, sitting beside you as the movie began.

==> Be the troll and contemplate what you're about to do.

The movie had just ended. I smiled when I heard _____'s soft snores at my side. Gog, smiling was something I did around her way too much for my own liking. She had stolen all the blankets when she fell asleep against my shoulder, but I couldn't get mad. It was cute how she kept a tight grip when I tried to sneak some away.

I sighed and glanced towards her room where the faint glow of the mirror still emanated. Our session was a failure anyways. I could break the mirror, snap the connection and never go back. I could leave what was left of my friends behind and stay with ______ forever. I didn't have to let him through.

Who was I kidding? I hadn't even got the courage to tell her how I feel. I could never leave all I'd known, even if it was for ______.

But I could trap him between, along with myself, and let the others live the session without any more fear. They deserved at least that from my failure.

A glance at the clock told me it was nearly time. The hour hand was on 11 with the minute at 55. Almost midnight. My plan had to be set in action, and that started with finding a pencil and some paper.

***

It had all been readied. Now I sat in the chair across the couch, watching ______, wishing I could bring myself to wake her up and tell her in person what was on that note, waiting for my doom to step through the mirror so I could send that dog to Hell once and for all. One minute left, and _____ slept peacefully, unaware of what was about to happen.

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.
GRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrr......

I didn't even turn as a shadow fell across the doorway. His wings were unfolded, sword already drawn. Well if it was a fight he wanted, it was a fight he'd get!

I spun around and sliced Jack Noir with a silent snarl so quickly he couldn't even block. But that was only from surprise. I knew I had no chance in Alternia of beating him, though I could certainly drive him back. With each vicious cut, a clash rang when metal hit metal. ______ would have been woken if not for the anesthetic I slipped on her tongue.

I couldn't let her see this.

Jack barked and growled, slicing a deep cut into my leg. Candy blood splashed on the tiles but I pressed on. We were in her room, almost at the mirror. The tripwire was just a few steps away…!

Jack howled as I lunged forward, sending us crashing through the portal. Just my head plunged into the burning cold that would soon become my hellish prison, I looked back to where ______ still slept, and prayed that she would remember me.

The mirror broke on both sides.

==> Wake up, Reader.

You yawned and stretched awake. That was a really good nap. A lazy smile drew itself across your face for a moment until you noticed the lack of inhuman warmth that should be sitting besides you. You hadn't felt Karkat get up. He was probably using the restroom or getting some milk or something like that, but you called out anyways. "Karkles~"

No reply. You rolled over, sill a little drowsy. "Karkitty?"

Still nothing.

You sat up now. Had he gone home? Or did he just not feel like answering you? Getting up, you were about to head towards the mirror when you spotted the piece of nearly folded paper sitting quietly on your coffee table. Hmm. What's this?

You unfolded it, and tears began to fall as you read. It was short, but it said all you needed to know.

'_______,
You won't find me there in the morning. Jack's coming. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I didn't want you to be worried all night. There was nothing you could do to stop him... Or me. This was my choice, so don't wallow in self-hate like I have for so long...' Something was scratched out there. ' ... You should be able to figure out just what happened with all that Problem Sleuth you've seen.
I just want to say... I'm flushed for you ______. Sorry I didn't tell you during the movie.
<3 Flushed,
Karkat'

You walked as if you were in a trance towards your bedroom. Numbly, your mind recognized the slash of bright blood, the shattered vase, the claw marks scratched into the door frame. Numbly, you realized what happened as you stared blankly at what was left of your mirror. He had trapped himself in that horrible freezing Hell forever.

Falling to your knees, you couldn't even cry. Your eyes were dry and itchy. As the last words of the note replayed and replayed, you found that you had not loved him. Not the way he wanted. Karkat was your best friend in the universe, but you did not love him.

Finally the tears flowed.

==> Reader, join Karkat.

They would find your body in a week, a shard of reflective glass through your heart, reaching desperately towards the frame. They would also find the letter. Where, in blue ink script much more elegant, these words were written:

'I may not be flushed red, but you'll have to settle for pale, you bastard, because I'll see you soon and I'm going to pap your stupid, beautiful face around the Veil and back.
I'll see you soon,
<> _______' ]

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Karkat x Reader: Romcoms
==> Be bored.

Man, were you bored today. It was summer, which meant all your friends were on vacation. Tumblr was quiet, deviantART was empty of messages, and every good fan fiction had been read. No sudden inspiration for a masterpiece of the arts urged you into action. Outside wasn't exactly an option. Blue cloudless skies did nothing to lessen the blinding summer sun. Already, the fans were all running on high as you tried to keep from boiling alive in the 100+ degree weather. You lay on your comfy bed in a (light color) tank top and (complementing color) shorts, hair tied up loosely. Luckily, your body had pretty good regulation, so you weren't all too sweaty.

As the ceiling fan spun round and round, your mind did its own circles. Circles of pure, utter, crushing boredom.

There was only one thing to do on a day such as this. You swung off the mattress, intent on your decided task.

To cure boredom, you must summon a troll.

A very short, loud, mutant, romance-loving, foul-mouthed troll.

It was a simple task really. So long as he wasn't in one of his picky moods, you only had to turn off the lights and chant the summoning into a large mirror. If he heard you (somehow he always did) he'd find a mirror on his side and chant the spell back. A link would then span across dimensions, connected by the reflective surface, and you could pull him through. See? Seriously simple stuff.

So you did just that. The room turning black with a flip of the switch, you stumbled to your full length mirror. You only tripped thrice, which was a record considering all the stuff in here.

Finally feeling the smooth cold of your mirror, you let out a breath and straightened wrinkles from your clothes. Now for the chant. Eyes closed and arms raised mystically, you called upon the great powers that be with a simple word repeated 3 times, "Romcoms. Romcoms. Romcoms!"

A faint breeze ruffled your hair. You waited a moment, but no familiar voice answered the call. When one eye tentatively opened it was only your own human (e/c) reflected; not the slivered candy disks you hoped for.

Blood rushed back to the tips of your fingers as you slumped forward. So he wanted to do it the hard way, did he? You groaned. Stupid Vantas.

Tempted to go back to bed as you were, you still snapped the lights on and pillaged your storage for needed materials. In a few minutes, everything was gathered: red and grey candles, thick white chalk, a needle, and a cup of holy water tainted with a drop of Faygo.

The pentagram was completed around the mirror, the candles were lit and dripping on your clean floors, the drop of blood from your thumb mixing with the sugary soda and holy water. He better answer your call this time or he was going to get an earful. Once more the lights went off. Taking a dramatic pose, you repeated your chant.
This time it was not a breeze but a gale. The wind filled the room without a source, making the candles sputter.

Your hair danced wildly in the winds puppeteer grasp. The traitorous locks cut at your face and got in your open mouth. BLUH! You made a face and spat the hair out. No time for this tomfoolery, you had to concentrate.

Darkness became complete when the struggling candles finally went out. The strong winds absconded with the fire. You waited. . .

"What are you waiting for, nooksucker. Are you going to sit around looking stupid with your hands up in the air like that, or are you going to pull me through?"

A grin lit up your face at the sound of that gruff voice. Eyes opening to a warm emanating glow, you beheld Karkat Vantas in all his grumpy glory. For some reason he had a change of clothes today. Instead of his too-large black sweater and too-long grey pants, he wore a black t-shirt that -- though not sticking to his torso -- showed just how slim he was. His jeans were a dark red and fraying at the knees, still just a bit too long for him. They bunched up at the ankles over black and white converse. He was accessorized as well with a silver Cancer pendent hanging from a thin chain around his neck, and a thick black cloth band tied around his left wrist. His other hand was hidden however, because he held his right arm behind his back.

Your curious eyes caught his alien red ones. He smirked, and you couldn't help but be reminded of how much he'd grown up from when you first met him.

You were both only 13 or so (well he was 6 sweeps. Same difference). Back then he was short and kind of stalky, always snarling and barking orders, insecure but hiding it behind angry rants. As time went by, he had not only changed in appearance but in personality. He had gotten taller, maybe an inch or two above yourself, and slenderer with the lean muscles that came from sicklekind strife. He was puny compared to typical troll standards but wasn't half bad in a humans.

And though he was still a raging douche who was very good at giving orders, he didn't yell as much or sulk in self-hatred for quite as long. He had become more relaxed with both his friends and himself.

"Well? I can always cut the signal if you're just going to stand there." His irritated voice cut into your thoughts. The smirk had disappeared to be replaced by an annoyed frown. He held out his light grey hand.

You chuckled and reached through the mirror. This was the part you hated the most. The glass turned into shimmering liquid around your wrist that rippled all the way to the frame. Your hand that was inside the paradox felt cold. Not just cold, but freezing. It was the kind of chill that made it feel as if you were a Popsicle and human torch at the same time. You to think shuddered at what Karkat felt when he was pulled through.

Groping around the jello-y substance inside, you quickly found Karkat's hand. It was so warm as you clasped it, scarily so, like lava in an ice pit.

You yanked him foreword hard enough to surprise him. His eye went wide as he practically had to jump through paradox space, exiting on your side with a watery pop. The mirror returned to its typical state. He stumbled into you, stepping in the bowl of Faygo, water, and blood. Laughing, you saved Karkat from getting a face full of hot wax by catching him in a hug. Well, kind of a hug. Your arms were hooked under his with your hands on his shoulder blades as he slumped against you, jaw digging lightly into your collarbone. His fluffy hair tickled your face. You couldn't see the light blush dusting his cheeks.

When you had both regained balance he quickly peeled himself off you while still managing to hide what was behind his back in the semidarkness.

Curiosity got ahold of your mouth. "What are you hiding there? And what's with the sudden sense of style? Oh, I haven't even asked you how you've been! It's been forever--"
"Shut up, _____." You would be offended if not for the fact that his small smile hinted that you were rambling.

Blushing and rubbing the back of your neck from embarrassment, you giggled. "Eheheheh. Sorry about that, I got overexcited." With a deep breath, you willed yourself calm. You could feel Karkat watching each movement quizzically even though your eyes were closed. They opened again as light flooded through your lids. Karkat had turned the lamp on and now was sprawled out on his stomach over your bed. Typical. He'd been to your house so many times it was a second home. You pounced besides him, just grazing his ribs. You flopped down as he rolled over to face you with a grunt.

"These human sleep things are actually pretty comfy." Karkat commented offhandedly.
"So you have said many a time before." Dodge his playful swing. "Are you going to answer my questions?"

Curtly he spoke, counting down on his fingers, "An awesome movie, that’s what. Kanaya snagged me, which is why I didn't catch your call the first time. I'm doing well as any failure mutant surrounded by idiots trying to beat an unbeatable demon can. And it hasn't been that long since we've seen each other, just a month. We talk all the time anyways."
"Oh!" You shot up when he said movie. Karkat had a surprisingly good taste in romcoms. "Which one?"

He tugged you back to his warm side. "Calm down, it's just a movie. I thought you might like this one." With that, he pulled out a thin case and shoved it at you.
It was (insert movie), a new flick you had really wanted to see! Squealing, you hugged him tight. That surprised him for the second time that night, and he couldn’t find a place for his hands before you let go. "Let's go pop this sucker in!" Racing to the living room, you just dodged tripping over a candle while swinging and sliding in your rush. Karkat watched, hiding a sad smile, and then followed at much more careful pace.

When he got there, you were already curled up on the couch with buttery popcorn, the previews playing, blanket held up for him to crawl besides you. Sparkling eyes big in the dark and enthusiastic grin easily visible, Karkat pushed aside a twinge of regret, sitting beside you as the movie began.

==> Be the troll and contemplate what you're about to do.

The movie had just ended. I smiled when I heard _____'s soft snores at my side. Gog, smiling was something I did around her way too much for my own liking. She had stolen all the blankets when she fell asleep against my shoulder, but I couldn't get mad. It was cute how she kept a tight grip when I tried to sneak some away.

I sighed and glanced towards her room where the faint glow of the mirror still emanated. Our session was a failure anyways. I could break the mirror, snap the connection and never go back. I could leave what was left of my friends behind and stay with ______ forever. I didn't have to let him through.

Who was I kidding? I hadn't even got the courage to tell her how I feel. I could never leave all I'd known, even if it was for ______.

But I could trap him between, along with myself, and let the others live the session without any more fear. They deserved at least that from my failure.

A glance at the clock told me it was nearly time. The hour hand was on 11 with the minute at 55. Almost midnight. My plan had to be set in action, and that started with finding a pencil and some paper.

***

It had all been readied. Now I sat in the chair across the couch, watching ______, wishing I could bring myself to wake her up and tell her in person what was on that note, waiting for my doom to step through the mirror so I could send that dog to Hell once and for all. One minute left, and _____ slept peacefully, unaware of what was about to happen.

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.
GRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrr......

I didn't even turn as a shadow fell across the doorway. His wings were unfolded, sword already drawn. Well if it was a fight he wanted, it was a fight he'd get!

I spun around and sliced Jack Noir with a silent snarl so quickly he couldn't even block. But that was only from surprise. I knew I had no chance in Alternia of beating him, though I could certainly drive him back. With each vicious cut, a clash rang when metal hit metal. ______ would have been woken if not for the anesthetic I slipped on her tongue.

I couldn't let her see this.

Jack barked and growled, slicing a deep cut into my leg. Candy blood splashed on the tiles but I pressed on. We were in her room, almost at the mirror. The tripwire was just a few steps away…!

Jack howled as I lunged forward, sending us crashing through the portal. Just my head plunged into the burning cold that would soon become my hellish prison, I looked back to where ______ still slept, and prayed that she would remember me.

The mirror broke on both sides.

==> Wake up, Reader.

You yawned and stretched awake. That was a really good nap. A lazy smile drew itself across your face for a moment until you noticed the lack of inhuman warmth that should be sitting besides you. You hadn't felt Karkat get up. He was probably using the restroom or getting some milk or something like that, but you called out anyways. "Karkles~"

No reply. You rolled over, sill a little drowsy. "Karkitty?"

Still nothing.

You sat up now. Had he gone home? Or did he just not feel like answering you? Getting up, you were about to head towards the mirror when you spotted the piece of nearly folded paper sitting quietly on your coffee table. Hmm. What's this?

You unfolded it, and tears began to fall as you read. It was short, but it said all you needed to know.

'_______,
You won't find me there in the morning. Jack's coming. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I didn't want you to be worried all night. There was nothing you could do to stop him... Or me. This was my choice, so don't wallow in self-hate like I have for so long...' Something was scratched out there. ' ... You should be able to figure out just what happened with all that Problem Sleuth you've seen.
I just want to say... I'm flushed for you ______. Sorry I didn't tell you during the movie.
<3 Flushed,
Karkat'

You walked as if you were in a trance towards your bedroom. Numbly, your mind recognized the slash of bright blood, the shattered vase, the claw marks scratched into the door frame. Numbly, you realized what happened as you stared blankly at what was left of your mirror. He had trapped himself in that horrible freezing Hell forever.

Falling to your knees, you couldn't even cry. Your eyes were dry and itchy. As the last words of the note replayed and replayed, you found that you had not loved him. Not the way he wanted. Karkat was your best friend in the universe, but you did not love him.

Finally the tears flowed.

==> Reader, join Karkat.

They would find your body in a week, a shard of reflective glass through your heart, reaching desperately towards the frame. They would also find the letter. Where, in blue ink script much more elegant, these words were written:

'I may not be flushed red, but you'll have to settle for pale, you bastard, because I'll see you soon and I'm going to pap your stupid, beautiful face around the Veil and back.
I'll see you soon,
<> _______' ]