shit it's technically the 26th now i'm a day late. i mean to upload 3 christmas oneshots as a gift to you all this morning but it wouldn't let me log in so i couldn't then i forgot and here we are. sorry i suck so bad. anyway this is the first of the 3. christmas: johnkat edition. both the homestuck fics are part of my collegestuck AU. yeah.


Your name is Karkat Vantas and you are not sulking. So what if you're just leaning against a doorframe while everyone else is partying? So what if you've been watching John since you got here? So what if you've been growing increasingly sullen when he doesn't even look at you? Who's sulking? Certainly not you.

Okay, maybe you're sulking a little. But only because the first semester is over and you've gotten absolutely nowhere with your roommate. Eventually you'll have to do something about that. But judging by the little ball of anxiety that gets stuck in your throat at the thought of telling John about your feelings, it's probably not happening anytime soon.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a, "Hey Karkat," to your right. You stop looking for a minute and suddenly John is right there. He's holding a wine glass filled with purple liquid and is pointing at something above you. You follow his finger upwards until you see a small green plant hanging above the doorway. Mistletoe? Seriously? You make a mental note to kill whoever put that up. When your gaze rests on John once again he fucking winks at you. You raise one eyebrow.

"Come on, Karkat, we gotta kiss."

It takes you a few seconds to remember how to breathe. You attempt to swallow the lump in your throat before you speak, "Don't tell me you're drunk, asshole."

"Maaaybe..." is his response.

"You can't get drunk off grape juice you fucking loser."

"Who says I've only been drinking grape juice tonight?" You are about to roll your eyes but suddenly John's mouth is on yours and his hands are grabbing your red sweater that reads "Merry Fucking Christmas" and you lose the ability to do anything but wrap your arms around him. So that's what you do.

Somewhere in your mind you register Dave's call of, "Hell yeah, get it Kitkat," but you can't bring yourself to give a single fuck while John's looking at you with that goofy bucktoothed grin plastered to his face.

You change your mental note from "kill" to "thank repeatedly" whoever put that mistletoe up.


this is really short. sorry bout that. but it's fluffy! and one of 3. i'll shut up now.