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Karkat and Reader

Reader’s P.O.V.

It was the winter holidays and you were very disappointed. If it was winter there should be snow, but instead it was pouring down outside and you could hear thunder echoing through the clouds. You sighed and logged on to reddit. After giggling at a few omegle posts, you heard a knock on the door. Your parents had taken your sister out to see a movie, but you didn’t go. You didn’t really want people to see you going to the the smurfs movie. You glanced at your computer clock frowning. It was way too early for them to be back. You were home alone so you felt a bit paranoid. Was it a thief? A murderer?? You grabbed a cricket bat and walked to the door. You flung the door open, screaming “Whoareyouwhatdoyouwant?!” “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” A boy pushed past you into the house. You shut the door before any heat escaped the house. Then you realised. A stranger was in your house. With you. Alone. You tried not to freak the fuck out and, instead decided to study him. He looked really weird. He looked like he was cosplaying a character really well. He had shaggy straight black hair. His skin was grey and he had pointed ears like an elf. His teeth were sharp and he had sharp fingernails, almost claws. He was wearing a black turtle neck with the cancer sign, plain black pants and black shoes. But he eyes were stunning. He had red pupils with a yellowy surrounding area. He hadn’t noticed you looking as he was glaring out the window, trying to spot something. “I asked you a question!” You yelled, brandishing your bat. He glared at you, as if he only just noticed you. He stood next to you, and clasped a hand over your mouth. “SHUT THE FUCK UP. I DON’T PLAN ON DYING TODAY AND I DON’T THINK YOU WANT TO EITHER.” Okay, now you were freaking out. Dropping the tough act, you felt tears welling up in your eyes. He noticed and frowned, concerned. He dropped his voice to a whisper. “Shit, just…don’t cry okay? We just need to stay still for a bit, and then I’ll let you go,” he continued, glancing out the window again “but don’t scream or she’ll find us.” You nodded, trying to fight your tears. It seemed like hours, but eventually he let you go. You stepped away from the boy, your bat dangling in your grasp. He looked scared. Well, actually he looked angry, but he was just being defensive. It felt like he was studying you as well. “So what are you doing in my house?” you asked. He scratched the back of his head. “WELL, THAT’S A BIT DIFFICULT TO EXPLAIN…” You were about to try and interrogate him when you saw a liquid soaking through his sweater. Actually he looked a bit wobbly too. You reached out to him and he flinched away. You tried again and he glared at you. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” You crossed your arms, frowning at him. “You’re bleeding. I want to help. I won’t if you don’t let me, but you could die.” He looked surprised, probably thought you hadn’t noticed. Than he nodded at you, letting you help. You led him to the kitchen and sat him on the floor. “Remove your sweater.” He flushed red at the statement. “If you don’t I’ll cut it off.” That got him moving. He took the sweater off and placed it on the floor next to him. He was actually pretty toned. You don’t know why you were surprised, but it was definitely distracting you. Dammit ______, concentrate. This is not time to be distracted. You got a damp cloth and dabbed at the wound. Oh shit. This was not an easy wound. He had been slit lightly across the chest, but a slit was never good. You held a dry cloth against the wound. “Apply pressure on the wound with this.” He complied. You selected a long bandage and began wrapping it around your chest. He was so close. Shut up hormones. But he’s hot. Lalalalala, not listening. You finished wrapping the bandage round his chest and tucked it in. “Does that feel too tight or loose?” “NO. IT’S PERFECT. NICE JOB NOOKSTAIN.” He reached for the sweater, wanting to put it on, but you grabbed it first. “WHA-“ “This has blood on it and it’s dirty. Your wound could get infected.” He growled at you. “Don’t worry. I’ll be it in the washing machine right now.” You were about to take his sweater to the wash when you felt a hand grab your wrist. You looked back to see the boy looking at you sheepishly. “UM, YOU DON’T HAVE ANY CLOTHES DO YOU?” You smiled reassuringly at him. “Don’t worry. I’ll find you a jumper when I get back.” She smiled one last time and then took his sweater to the laundry.

Karkat’s P.O.V.

You watched the girl take your sweater away. You felt bad for dragging her into this. You would have to make it up to her somehow. A low rumbling began downstairs, shaking the hive. You were about to get up and check on her when you saw her walking into the kitchen. “Don’t worry. That’s just the washing machine.” She beamed at you. “When you get it back it will be warm, fluffy and clean.” You relaxed. She held out a hand and you took it. You were wobbly when you stood, so you leaned on her shoulder until you felt steadier. ”Its okay. You’ve lost a lot of blood and, I’m guessing, been through some traumatic stuff.” She led you to a room and sat you on a soft long chair. She must have noticed you puzzlement again as she told you it was a ‘couch’. “I’ll be right back with a sweater.” She walked off to another room. You took the opportunity to study the hive. There were two of these couches and a few tables. The hive seemed comfortable, but not rich. She returned with a black turtleneck sweater and a black t-shirt. “Now you can’t put the sweater on until you’re bandages are removed, but” she held the t-shirt out to you “here is something else for you to wear.” You took the t-shirt from her and put it on, wincing every now and then as it slid on. At least it wasn’t form fitting. It was actually pretty loose. “Sorry I couldn’t find anything smaller. I had to take something my dad and he’s huge.” She sat next to you and picked up a small device. It was a small rectangle with buttons on it. A split cord came out of it with two small circular speakers at the ends. She put one of the speakers in her ear and began fiddling with the device. “My name’s ______ by the way.” “I’M KARKAT. KARKAT VANTAS.” She smiled. “Well, at least I know the name of the guy who pushed his way into my home.” She noticed you looked worried. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna kick you out or anything, but we need to think of something before my parents and sister get home.” You sat thoughtful. “I know!” She jumped up. “We could guilt trip them.” “GUILT TRIP? WHAT THE FUCK’S THAT GONNA DO?” “Think about it. This poor youth was attacked viciously. He did nothing to provoke them yet they attacked mercilessly. Look at his face!” She gestured at me. You raised an eyebrow at her like she was out of her fucking mind. “That’s when you do the pathetic adorable face possible.” Now you knew she was crazy. “YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS!” “Sure I am! If you don’t then they’ll send you to a hospital.” You flinched at that word. You had heard about hospitals and you did not like the sound of them. You sighed. “FINE FUCKASS. I’LL MAKE SOME FACES AND YOU LET ME KNOW WHEN I’M PATHETIC ENOUGH.” You then proceeded to make an array of faces. She tried to keep a straight face, but she was having trouble not laughing. Then she stopped laughing. “That one! It’s perfect!” She jumped around in a happy dance. She had gotten used to you REALLY quickly.

Reader’s P.O.V.

“YOU DID A PRETTY GOOD JOB WITH THE BANDAGES FUCKASS.” Karkat commented. “That’s good. I wouldn’t want to do a shit job.” Music from your iPod trailed in one ear while Karkat’s voice came in the other. You liked music. It helped you think clearly. “WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT MY EARS?” You blinked. You hadn’t realised you were. Although they were very odd…..You wanted to ask him about his odd appearance, but you didn’t want to be rude. Through his swearing and shouting, he wasn’t such a bad guy. Eventually, curiosity outweighed manners. “Um, Karkat?” “WHAT IS IT NOOKSTAIN?” “I couldn’t help, but notice your odd appearance….” He looked at you for a while. He opened his mouth to speak when a voice spoke up behind you. “Who are you?”

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Karkat and Reader

Reader’s P.O.V.

It was the winter holidays and you were very disappointed. If it was winter there should be snow, but instead it was pouring down outside and you could hear thunder echoing through the clouds. You sighed and logged on to reddit. After giggling at a few omegle posts, you heard a knock on the door. Your parents had taken your sister out to see a movie, but you didn’t go. You didn’t really want people to see you going to the the smurfs movie. You glanced at your computer clock frowning. It was way too early for them to be back. You were home alone so you felt a bit paranoid. Was it a thief? A murderer?? You grabbed a cricket bat and walked to the door. You flung the door open, screaming “Whoareyouwhatdoyouwant?!” “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” A boy pushed past you into the house. You shut the door before any heat escaped the house. Then you realised. A stranger was in your house. With you. Alone. You tried not to freak the fuck out and, instead decided to study him. He looked really weird. He looked like he was cosplaying a character really well. He had shaggy straight black hair. His skin was grey and he had pointed ears like an elf. His teeth were sharp and he had sharp fingernails, almost claws. He was wearing a black turtle neck with the cancer sign, plain black pants and black shoes. But he eyes were stunning. He had red pupils with a yellowy surrounding area. He hadn’t noticed you looking as he was glaring out the window, trying to spot something. “I asked you a question!” You yelled, brandishing your bat. He glared at you, as if he only just noticed you. He stood next to you, and clasped a hand over your mouth. “SHUT THE FUCK UP. I DON’T PLAN ON DYING TODAY AND I DON’T THINK YOU WANT TO EITHER.” Okay, now you were freaking out. Dropping the tough act, you felt tears welling up in your eyes. He noticed and frowned, concerned. He dropped his voice to a whisper. “Shit, just…don’t cry okay? We just need to stay still for a bit, and then I’ll let you go,” he continued, glancing out the window again “but don’t scream or she’ll find us.” You nodded, trying to fight your tears. It seemed like hours, but eventually he let you go. You stepped away from the boy, your bat dangling in your grasp. He looked scared. Well, actually he looked angry, but he was just being defensive. It felt like he was studying you as well. “So what are you doing in my house?” you asked. He scratched the back of his head. “WELL, THAT’S A BIT DIFFICULT TO EXPLAIN…” You were about to try and interrogate him when you saw a liquid soaking through his sweater. Actually he looked a bit wobbly too. You reached out to him and he flinched away. You tried again and he glared at you. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” You crossed your arms, frowning at him. “You’re bleeding. I want to help. I won’t if you don’t let me, but you could die.” He looked surprised, probably thought you hadn’t noticed. Than he nodded at you, letting you help. You led him to the kitchen and sat him on the floor. “Remove your sweater.” He flushed red at the statement. “If you don’t I’ll cut it off.” That got him moving. He took the sweater off and placed it on the floor next to him. He was actually pretty toned. You don’t know why you were surprised, but it was definitely distracting you. Dammit ______, concentrate. This is not time to be distracted. You got a damp cloth and dabbed at the wound. Oh shit. This was not an easy wound. He had been slit lightly across the chest, but a slit was never good. You held a dry cloth against the wound. “Apply pressure on the wound with this.” He complied. You selected a long bandage and began wrapping it around your chest. He was so close. Shut up hormones. But he’s hot. Lalalalala, not listening. You finished wrapping the bandage round his chest and tucked it in. “Does that feel too tight or loose?” “NO. IT’S PERFECT. NICE JOB NOOKSTAIN.” He reached for the sweater, wanting to put it on, but you grabbed it first. “WHA-“ “This has blood on it and it’s dirty. Your wound could get infected.” He growled at you. “Don’t worry. I’ll be it in the washing machine right now.” You were about to take his sweater to the wash when you felt a hand grab your wrist. You looked back to see the boy looking at you sheepishly. “UM, YOU DON’T HAVE ANY CLOTHES DO YOU?” You smiled reassuringly at him. “Don’t worry. I’ll find you a jumper when I get back.” She smiled one last time and then took his sweater to the laundry.

Karkat’s P.O.V.

You watched the girl take your sweater away. You felt bad for dragging her into this. You would have to make it up to her somehow. A low rumbling began downstairs, shaking the hive. You were about to get up and check on her when you saw her walking into the kitchen. “Don’t worry. That’s just the washing machine.” She beamed at you. “When you get it back it will be warm, fluffy and clean.” You relaxed. She held out a hand and you took it. You were wobbly when you stood, so you leaned on her shoulder until you felt steadier. ”Its okay. You’ve lost a lot of blood and, I’m guessing, been through some traumatic stuff.” She led you to a room and sat you on a soft long chair. She must have noticed you puzzlement again as she told you it was a ‘couch’. “I’ll be right back with a sweater.” She walked off to another room. You took the opportunity to study the hive. There were two of these couches and a few tables. The hive seemed comfortable, but not rich. She returned with a black turtleneck sweater and a black t-shirt. “Now you can’t put the sweater on until you’re bandages are removed, but” she held the t-shirt out to you “here is something else for you to wear.” You took the t-shirt from her and put it on, wincing every now and then as it slid on. At least it wasn’t form fitting. It was actually pretty loose. “Sorry I couldn’t find anything smaller. I had to take something my dad and he’s huge.” She sat next to you and picked up a small device. It was a small rectangle with buttons on it. A split cord came out of it with two small circular speakers at the ends. She put one of the speakers in her ear and began fiddling with the device. “My name’s ______ by the way.” “I’M KARKAT. KARKAT VANTAS.” She smiled. “Well, at least I know the name of the guy who pushed his way into my home.” She noticed you looked worried. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna kick you out or anything, but we need to think of something before my parents and sister get home.” You sat thoughtful. “I know!” She jumped up. “We could guilt trip them.” “GUILT TRIP? WHAT THE FUCK’S THAT GONNA DO?” “Think about it. This poor youth was attacked viciously. He did nothing to provoke them yet they attacked mercilessly. Look at his face!” She gestured at me. You raised an eyebrow at her like she was out of her fucking mind. “That’s when you do the pathetic adorable face possible.” Now you knew she was crazy. “YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS!” “Sure I am! If you don’t then they’ll send you to a hospital.” You flinched at that word. You had heard about hospitals and you did not like the sound of them. You sighed. “FINE FUCKASS. I’LL MAKE SOME FACES AND YOU LET ME KNOW WHEN I’M PATHETIC ENOUGH.” You then proceeded to make an array of faces. She tried to keep a straight face, but she was having trouble not laughing. Then she stopped laughing. “That one! It’s perfect!” She jumped around in a happy dance. She had gotten used to you REALLY quickly.

Reader’s P.O.V.

“YOU DID A PRETTY GOOD JOB WITH THE BANDAGES FUCKASS.” Karkat commented. “That’s good. I wouldn’t want to do a shit job.” Music from your iPod trailed in one ear while Karkat’s voice came in the other. You liked music. It helped you think clearly. “WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT MY EARS?” You blinked. You hadn’t realised you were. Although they were very odd…..You wanted to ask him about his odd appearance, but you didn’t want to be rude. Through his swearing and shouting, he wasn’t such a bad guy. Eventually, curiosity outweighed manners. “Um, Karkat?” “WHAT IS IT NOOKSTAIN?” “I couldn’t help, but notice your odd appearance….” He looked at you for a while. He opened his mouth to speak when a voice spoke up behind you. “Who are you?”