A/n: alright everybody! While private Schoolstuck is my big project, I figured this would be fun. 25 days of ficmas anybody? These are short little blurbs, under a thousand words each, following a set of prompts! I hope you enjoy!
It wasn't long after the game for Karkat to start delving into human customs. He researched endlessly, and by christmastime has a cavalcade of ugly sweaters, cookie cutters, and decorations adorning the small shared space of he and John.
John, excited as all hell that Karkat was getting festive, agreed with nearly everything. They went tree shopping, baking cookies, which usually ended in a flour flinging fight, and watched classic movies about the season.
Nearing the evening of the 24th, John noticed a stack of neatly wrapped presents, but mentioned nothing, instead he chose to comment on the little sprig of plant hanging from the door to their living room from the kitchen.
"ITS CALLED A MISTLETOE, EGBERT. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO HAVE SLOPPY MAKEOUTS WITH WHOMEVER YOU'RE SO UNFORTUNATE TO GET CAUGHT WITH UNDERNATH THE PLANT." John blushed at the thought, a deep chuckle coming from him. He was a mistletoe virgin, and Karkat probably was too.
They went on with their daily lives, John bought presents for all his friends, and watched as more things popped up around the house, eventually adding his own presents to the pile underneath the evergreen.
When Karkat stumbled through the door with boxes or ornaments, and tinsel, John knew what he was in for that evening of Christmas.
They spent hours decorating the tree, stringing lights, wrapping tinsel, and John had to untangle the gray angry mess more than once, but the short troll still managed to wear a festive trail of glittery tinsel. John wrapped his arms around Karkat's stomach, earning a peep of surprise when he was hefted off the ground, but placed the star carefully atop the tree.
Then it nearly fell over. Scrambling to salvage their hard work, both ended up pushing, or in Karkat's case, dropped to the floor, the tree back into position. Exerting themselves, they backed away breathlessly and rested against the doorframe.
Karkat looked up and gulped loudly, a dark red blush spreading across his cheeks.
"UH... JOHN..." He muttered, biting his lip. John followed his lead, glancing up, and seeing the mistletoe.
"o-oh, I-I-I-" he was shut up as Karkat curled his fingers on his cheeks, gently pressing firm gray lips to John's soft ones. John closed his yes, surprised at how gentle Karkat was when kissing, and pushed back. It was magic, firecrackers bloomed behind eyelids. They separated, but pecked softly until they were out of range.
"Merry Christmas, Karkat." John whispered.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS, JOHN."