Hey y'all! I pooped out this fanfiction out of boredom, and I just wanted to write about my special OTP. I don't actually ship anyone as much as SolKat.. (maybe a little DaveJohn3)
Enjoy! (I hope!)
Karkat S. Vantas was the average (and very cliche) college student. He went to classes, did his homework (with the occasional: "my dog ate it" involved), and was lusting after hot, skimpy, young girls.
Of course, he wasn't all straight. He liked boys, but only the ones with dichromatic eyes. Yes, two-toned, heterochromatic, or however you'd like to call him. In short: he liked- no, loved his best friend (cliche alert) Sollux P. Captor.
He never, ever had the courage to tell. Mostly because Sollux had a girlfriend. Her name was Aradia H. Megido. She was strange, always going on about death, ghosts, and other weird things that had to do with that. Karkat had even given her a nickname: Deadly-tits. Karkat didn't like her, nor did he like it when Sollux rambled on, and on, and on about the bitch.
And right now, he was lying- naked- in someone's bed. Who? It escaped him. He was experiencing the worst migraine that he thought was possible, and his neck hurt. Had he fallen asleep.. on someone? He shook his head: of course not, if he had- oh wait he did.
Last night, happened to be the night of a huge party, some girl named Vriska M. Serket was hosting. Everyone had gone, even Deadly-tits. And she never went anywhere, all he knew was that she stayed in her dorm and played with dead animals- or that's what everyone else was saying (that, or she was shoving her tongue down Sollux's throat (much to his chagrin))
"Morning Karkitty!" Oh no. Oh fuck. Oh shit. Gog damnit. Why her? Karkat turned painfully to look at the girl laying next to him. His worst fear had come to life: he'd slept with Nepeta D. Leijon. The crazy kitty-bitch that would not cease crawling on all fours and insisting she loved him. He blew her off for another chick every time: he'd rather sleep with Eridan D. Ampora than her (and no one wants to sleep with him, trust me).
"Oh, hey Nepeta.." He drawled, his voice still lightly slurred from last nights' drinking. Shit, he thought, I shouldn't have drunken like that. He shook away the thoughts, and began to massage his temples. This barely did anything for his raging migraine, but he needed something to ease the pain. "Would you like some painkillers, Karkitty?" She giggled. He nodded, dreading the time where he'd have to leave and deal with his (very) bi-polar roomie. And that roomie happened to be his lover- CRUSH, Sollux.
As if on cue, his phone beeped. The usual 'crabcrabcrab' text-tone violated his ears, and he grunted, and reached over to grab it.
KK you better bee fuckiing 2ober right now.
CHILL. I'M AT NEPETA'S HOUSE. WE'RE JUST CHILLING.
ew you 2lept wiith her?
NO. NONONONONO. THAT WOULD BE REVOLTING. I DID NOT SLEEP WITH FUCKING NEPETA LEIJON, OKAY? DEAL WITH IT YOU JEALOUS LITTLE GIRL.
ii am not jealou2, ii just thought iit was kiinda gro22. 2iince 2he doe2 2TALK you, KK.
NO. I DID NOT SLEEP WITH- he erased that message.
OK I SLEPT WITH HER.
ii knew iit.
FUCK YOU. I'LL SEE YOU AT HOME.
Karkat crawled out of bed, retrieving and stuffing himself in his clothing. He then made it out of the room where Nepeta was holding two cups of coffee. "Thanks," he muttered. He took one of them and swalloed the first few gulps- no, chugs, and he chugged it down like no tomorrow. Nepeta could do nothing but stare in amazement: woah.
Karkat took some painkillers off her green counter and chugged them down along with his coffee. He grunted, and placed the now empty cup down on the counter. "So! Wanna hang out later?" She chirped. Loud enough that Karkat grunted, and massaged his temples again. He did not want to hang out with her. As much as he liked it when he was yelling "cat-woman", and she was clawing at his back: he did not want to hang out with her.
"Eh, I have work.. and school.." He grumbled. She smiled. "Alright! Call you later then?" He nodded, and hurriedly walked towards the door. Once arrived, he slipped his shoes, jacket and double-toned hat. He remembered getting that hat: Sollux had given to him last Christmas, and he'd been wearing it ever since. It was light grey, with a candy red lining, and a crab in the same color. He loved it, and not just because Sollux had given it to him, but because he'd actually thought, and got what Karkat loved most. And that just so happened to be: crabs.
Karkat hurried down the appartment stairs, and out the door. He needed to call Sollux, and he needed to do it now.
So he did.
"Hello? Who ith thith, I'm kinda buthy here."
"Sollux, what the ever loving fuck are you doing?"
"Uh, jutht, you know: MAKING OUT WITH MY GIRLFRIEND."
Karkat felt a pang of fiery jealousy, and growled into the phone. "Fine. Fuck you, I'm going home." Karkat hung up before the lispy one could answer, and he continiued his merry way down the street. Karkat hated the way he abhorred yet loved him. He was his best friend, and his lover in his mind (in more than one way). He loved him, and he was content on getting his rom-com-romantic-way in the end.
He wanted him, he really did. Ever since he first saw him in Middle School, and had practically druled over the adorable-lispy-ness that was Sollux. Oh, how he loved him.
"Fuck, I hate you." He snarled to himself. He pulledo ut his keys as he reached his doorstep, shoving them into the keyhole lazily. His migraine had gotten worse and was pulsating violently in his head. And the buzzing in his pocket- oh wait, oh shit.
"What do you want now, asshole?" Karkat growled.
"What is up with you? You know what- I'm coming home."
Too late to stop him, he'd already hung up. Karkat groaned rather loudly, walked into the door. Dirty clothing and empty (or half empty) boxes of chinese food littered the floor. Wow, he really needed to clean. That or he'd make Sollux do it. Probably make Sollux.
Karkat made his way to the couch after kicking his things off. He plopped down and lay there, lazily thinking about things he needed to do. Of course, he'd never do them, but he had the decency to at least think of them. "Karkat." Is what brought him out of his thoughts. He sluggishly turned his head towards Sollux, who was kicking his shoes off.
"You didn't have to come." The short one huffed. He crossed his arms, and glared cooly at the slender teen before him. "But I did: so you're fucking welcome." Sollux growled back. He sat down next to Karkat and tretched, reaching for the remote and turning their T.V on.
"Fuck you." Karkat huffed, he slumped into the couch, and watched whatever crap show Sollux had put on. He'd much rather a cheesy romcom than this crap. "I'm going to take a nap." He said.
And with that, he was off up the stairs, down the hall anf into his bedroom. He squinted as the dark surrounded him, and turned on the light. He had to change. Anything would do better than this, skinny jeans and a tight-ish black shirt: as he'd thought earlier.. anything would do better than the crap he was wearing, especially after it being touched by that weird kitty-bitch.
..
He was now in a pair of black sweat pants, a baggy shirt he'd stolen from Sollux, for all his shirts were either dirty or laying around in some unknown place. I'll call it shirt-land, he thought. Ridiculous.
He shook his head, and slipped into the soft red sheets of his light grey bed. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out cold, and glad. Glad to be finally able to sleep. He'd probably sleep like this the whole day: but who the fuck cared?
Oh that's right: no one.
Hope you enjoyed this really short chapter. I love you all! 3