Turning Tables {Karkat x Reader}

As if being stuck in a meteor wasn’t enough.

The constant sound of footsteps echoing in the long dark halls was something he had grown accustomed to. Not getting even a blink of sleep, making sure everything was in order and that nobody was missing, or at least part of his group of friends that had survived Gamzee and Eridan. It was still a miracle to him that Jack had yet to catch up to them. Honking noises, Terezi’s constant laughing reaching his ears, Kanaya’s and Rose’s secret giggles, and even the noises coming from Dave’s ‘room’ as he called it, yet he had no fucking clue as to what the Strider did in there.

And as he walked something at the back of mind nagged him. He had already patrolled the whole place, and had found everyone except someone. And lucky him, he was now in front of her door. He hesitated before grabbing the doorknob. Was it really necessary to do this now?

Was it really going to do a difference? He really doubted, but at least it was worth a try and he also needed to vent some stuff out.

But she was beyond annoying, not her way of being, but the way she thought about herself.  It didn’t matter how many sweet words he cooed to her, no matter how many times he would her in his arms, despite his act of not liking it and only doing it just for the sake of it.
That bulgelicker never understood.

Just thinking about it made his blood boil in anger and he was just going to storm off, but instead in a blink of an eye, the door was already opened and his eyes met (e/c) orbs who stared at him with a much confused expression.

“What?” He snarled at her and her eyes widened slightly. He notices how she’s not in her godtier outfit; instead she’s wearing something close remotely to a dress, probably Kanaya had made it for her.

“I… uh, should be asking that to you Karkat.” She raises and eyebrow and steps aside to let him walk inside. And he does, without another word. Because she as well as him know the reason as to why he’s here, and she can only curse herself for the question she knew she would be received with.

So with what seemed like robotic movements, she closed the door and locks it. Not wanting to be interrupted by anyone passing by, today’s events were going to take a violent event of turns. Mostly from Karkat’s part.

She could already tell by his ticked off expression and the seemingly growing bags under his eyes. He hasn’t slept in a long time, and he was without a doubt crankier than usual. Maybe that’s the reason he had yet to check up on her?

Karkat’s sitting on her bed, and pats the spot next to him as his eyes pierce into her form. With a sigh from her part and internal battle with her and her mind trying to dwell on what she should tell him, she reluctantly sits and waits to be scolded.

“What the fuck have you been doing here all of this time?” Ah, and so the questioning begins.

“What do you mean? I’ve been reading.” She points at the stack of romance novels scattered about in her room and Karkat only glares.

“And have you even stepped out of this room at all once?” He raises and eyebrow and she bites her lip, it didn’t matter if she lied or not, he knows the answer and he doesn’t even give her a chance to answer before he grabs her arm and yanks it upwards so it’s in between the two, she tries to pull back but his grip is strong.

“You see this you nookwhifer?” He shakes her arm, the one that’s most likely bone entirely.

“This is fucking evidence that you have not been feeding yourself. And I know you do not like to be surrounded by idiots, but if this is the way you want to die, there are better ways to do it. Starving to death? Seems pretty pathetic to me” He lets go of her arm and she quickly rubs her wrist, which now has his grip marked on the skin. She glares.
“What about you? You haven’t even slept at all you idiot. You seem like a fucking girl on her period, shouting at people all the time. I think you should really take care of yourself before coming in here like always to discuss my actions”

Karkat’s mouths opened to say something but he is at lost for words.

Had she really just talked back to him? The girl who’s always apologizing for everything and everyone. He hated to admit it, but it might not be the progress he was hoping for but at least is something.

He was sick and tired of hearing that damn word, and he swore that if he ever heard that fucking word coming fro her lips he’ll-

“I’m sorry” Her voice a whisper and his left eye twitches, before she can finish the sentence he has her pinned to the wall and she tries to kick him.

“The fuck are you doing?” She tries to wriggle her way free but Karkat’s sharp teeth are showing and he’s most likely growling. She gulps.

What did she do to set him off this time?

“You know what I’m fucking tired and sick of hearing?!”

“…”

“You and your fucking apologies, that’s what ___________. I am fucking sick of hearing you apologize for everything. It’s like you don’t know another godamn world! Heck! Even today I thought there might have been something in the fucking air to have made you seem different. All of our fucking talking sessions are usually me speaking shit to you that apparently you don’t really care for. And while I wait for a fucking answer, all I receive is an ‘I’m sorry Karkat’ and some crying from your part. It’s like you don’t know what to do at all! That’s all you say!  Yet I come here today and I actually see some fucking progress. So I’m like ‘Wow Karkat, you’ve really outdone yourself, finally this asshat is getting her shit together and actually responding with more than 3 fucking words!’”  Her eyes are wide by the time Karkat finishes; his grip on her loosens a bit and his eyes closed as he tries to regain his breathing.

“I’m sorry” She mutters and Karkat’s eyes snap open, his mouth opens to argue more with her but she cuts him off.

“Yes Karkat, all I tend to say is I’m fucking sorry. But you know what? I don’t fucking care, because I truly am. I’m the cause of everyone’s fucking problems in this godamn meteor and there’s nothing you can do about it. If I don’t want to change, that’s my problem, not yours. Look, I really, really like you Karkat” Insert Karkat’s blush here “ but all I’m saying is, that if you don’t take care of yourself first I’m not going to take care of myself, emotionally. I like to lock myself up for weeks because I hate being with other people, they make me feel uncomfortable and I’m often reminded of how worthless I am! So I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to anyone in my whole life, I’m sorry for avoiding you for such a long time, I’m sorry for arguing with you and I’m sorry for what I’m about to do next”

Karkat’s about to question what the heck she’s talking about but is too preoccupied when he feels soft lips planted against his. He’s in shock but soon responds back, and she notes how sloppily he kisses, though it was kind of to be expected, and she wasn’t one to talk because as much as she hates to admit it, she isn’t some kind of kissing Goddess or anything like it.

They both pull back and Karkat’s face is dusted with red just like hers. They stare at each other for a couple of seconds before he lets his arms fall limply to the side. Before he can utter another single word she speaks.

“And we’re starting right now. Karkat Vantas, you’re getting some sleep right now.” She points at her ‘bed’ which is mostly lots and lots of pillows piled up together. Though his eyes never leave hers.

“And you’re going to get something to eat and get to work on your fucking social skills, even if it kills me”

“Deal”