Secret Santa

Your name is Nepeta Leijon, you are holding a wrapped gift in your hands. Your palms are a bit sweaty, reminding you slightly of your meowrail, which comforts you slightly. You had the idea of doing a Secret Santa with all of your friends. They placed names in a hat and you were unlucky enough to pick out Karkat Vantas, who is your secret flush-crush, as well as a troll who is very hard to buy for.

You can see him walking towards you now, he also has a wrapped gift in his hands. You start shaking slightly, your nervousness becoming obvious. He has a SMILE on his face, a rare thing indeed. You close your eyes in an attempt to not blush, it is useless.

"HEY, NEPETA," you hear him say as yo begin to open your eyes. "I FINALLY GOT YOUR FUCKING PRESENT DONE. GODDAMN WAS IT A PAIN IN THE NOOK. BUT WHAT THE FUCK EVER, HERE YOU GO."

You put the wrapped gift of your own in one hand and reach out to grab the one he is holding out towards you with the other. He looks at you funny as he picks up the gift you got him.

"WHY THE FUCK AREN'T YOU TALKING? CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE OR SOME SHIT?"

You giggle at this and shake your head. "Sorry, Karkitty, I'm just afuraid you won't like your gift," you explain, causing him to shake his head at you.

"DON'T FUCKING WORRY ABOUT IT. I DON'T GIVE A FLYING BULGE FILLED NOOK, IT'S NOT EVEN A FUCKING TROLL HOLIDAY," he tells you. You think he is trying to make you feel better, but it is slightly confusing with all the cussing and anger.

"Okay," you say in the happiest voice you can manage. "You can open it now if you want."

"WELL IF YOU INSIST," he says as he pulls on tail of the bow, letting it fall to the floor. He rips at the paper and pulls the lid of the box off. "GODDAMN, LEIJON, YOU SURE PUT A LOT OF FUCKING EFFORT INTO THIS SHIT. I DIDN'T WRAP THIS WELL AT ALL."

"It's purrfectly fine," you respond, "I'm just happy you got me something."

"YEAH, KINDA FUNNY HOW WE BOTH PICKED EACH OTHER," he says as he pulls at the tissue paper, throwing it in the fairly large pile of wrapping paper and ribbon.

You are holding your breath and your cheeks are flushing a dull green, your freckles becoming more noticeable. Your eyes are beginning to water, you're really hoping he'll like it.

"OH HEY WOW," he exclaims as he pulls the present from the box. "IT'S THE SAME DAMN THING I MADE YOU."

"Well," you begin quietly, your tail curling around your legs as you twist a toe of your cat paw shoes into the ground, "you didn't say you wanted anything specific, it said, 'I DON'T FUCKING CARE, I HATE THIS HUMAN HOLIDAY SHIT'."

"I'M NOT COMPLAINING, YOURS IS A SHIT LOAD BETTER THAN MINE." He notices you have yet to open your present. "GO AHEAD AND OPEN MINE. IT'S NOT AS GOOD AS YOURS BUT FUCK I WORKED PRETTY DAMN HARD ON IT."

"Okay," you say quietly as you pull at the messily tied ribbon. There is no wrapping paper on it, so you lift the lid. You pull the small doll from the bottom of the box and stare at it. "Oh, Karkitty, I love it."

"ARE YOU SURE? IT'S PRETTY FUCKED UP, AND I THINK THERE IS SOME BLOOD ON IT, SO SORRY FOR THAT," he explains as if you aren't completely in love with the tiny doll he made of you.

"It's pawsitively purrfect," you tell him, your cheeks glowing a wild olive green.

He looks at the doll you made him, bringing it closer to his face than you think is necessary. "WOW, YOU MADE THE HORNS OUT OF HARD MATERIAL AND EVERYTHING. IT LOOKS JUST LIKE ME."

"So you like it?" you ask nervously, looking away from your doll and into his eyes.

"I DO. IT'S FUCKING AWESOME. I FEEL PRETTY SHIT THAT I DIDN'T MAKE YOURS AS NICE."

You smile at him, trying to conjure up some confidence to tell him how you feel. He is looking right at you now, you can feel your stomach hit the ground and your palms are sweaty again. "Karkitty, I, uh, I really hope you think of me whenever you look at that doll..."

"OH I WILL. I'LL THINK ABOUT YOU ALL THE TIME WITH THIS LITTLE ME HANGING AROUND," he says, continuing to stare at the doll. After a few seconds he realizes what he said, and his cheeks flush a bright red. "WAIT THAT UH... I DIDN'T MEAN TO... FUCK IT. I WON'T MIND THINKING ABOUT YOU ALL THE TIME. IT WON'T BE THAT FUCKING DIFFERENT FROM THE USUAL."

You can't believe what he is saying and neither can he from the expression on his face. You take a deep breath ad walk closer to him. You go on your tiptoes and press your lips against his, stopping him from his dumb backpeddling.

When you pull away, his face is bright red, but not in anger like you were afraid of. "I know... I know I'm not Terezi... but I think I can be just as good fur you as you thought she would."

He looks at you for a moment before putting an arm around you and pulling you against his chest. You open your mouth to say something, but he stops you—"DON'T RUIN THE MOMENT, LEIJON."

Your name is Nepeta Leijon, and you think you might have just filled a second quadrant.

I'm thinking of doing a second part that is about Karkat making the doll, let me know if you think I should. :3