Disclaimer: If I owned Homestuck, there would never, ever be a shortage of JohnKat fluff. Ever.

Lovestuck

Karkat: Contemplate your relationship with John in the new universe.

As far as Karkat was concerned, the best days only really were the best if John contacted him in some way, and even though he'd never admit it, he loved being able to cuddle up to John whenever he fell asleep first on movie nights, which was pretty much every other night alternating between their hives. (He still refused to use that idiotic word, "houses.") John had seemed to accept that this kept the horrorterrors away in a similar way that piles or recuperacoons did for the troll, so he never objected, and sleeping Karkat was free to snuggle with John.

On this particular day, Karkat was actually waiting for contact from John, with nothing to do that was more important. Most days all he did was hang out with friends. Winning the game had left them a surprisingly large sum of money, and though no one complained, some got jobs anyway, mostly to keep their minds off the past. It wasn't that hard- Karkat and the others had been pleased to find this world was like a version of Earth where trolls had always been there and been accepted; their romance actually dominated in most cinemas and everyday relationships, even interspecies or human ones. The trolls from the game never interacted much with those outside their little group in general, either, at least not enough to make friends.

As Karkat's mind wandered to this fact, drifting away from the screen in front of him, securely on Trollian, waiting for a message, he began to wonder why he didn't find a nice troll to be his matesprit. He was still hung up on John, though. It was torture, and he absolutely hated it, that he submitted himself to it. That was why he liked it so much when they cuddled. That was why he never had horrorterrors if John was there. That was why he just flat-out enjoyed being with John, even if it never seemed like it. He'd gotten really good at being grumpy all the time, so much so that it was hard to even seem happy.

He was surprised by a little "ping" that told him he had a message awaiting reply on Trollian. He looked down, half-hoping it was Gamzee (the clown had come scurrying back to their moiraillegiance after a while, acting like he had normally acted on Alternia, and Karkat hadn't protested one bit) so he could talk out these feelings- again. But no, it was the source of his thoughts contacting him, one ectoBiologist, aka John Egbert.

The Knight of Blood's hand fidgeted a bit before landing on the mouse to open the chat window. He then proceeded to have the discussion with John that we've already seen, lying about the sleeping bit because he didn't think it would do to tell John he'd been thinking about him. All the while he was wondering why he so obstinately refused to simply be nice to John. Probably because he was scared that if he started acting like he was happy around John, he'd somehow catch on, and John "not-a-homosexual" Egbert would then cut off all relations to him.

Trying to tell himself that that was absolutely ridiculous, Karkat stood from his chair and went downstairs to find something to eat. He wasn't all that hungry after once again pretty much pushing John away. The part about Jade saying something hadn't helped at all. She'd confronted him about his feelings for John just yesterday, and judging by the way she'd acted, he wouldn't put it past her to go to John to talk about them being a "perfect pair." He could hardly believe what she'd said, though, since John so obviously wasn't interested in him. He only liked girls, though Karkat didn't see how gender really mattered. But that obviously meant Jade's ship was never going to sail, no matter how she (or Nepeta, even) intervened.

Karkat was right in the middle of eating something that was definitely Alternian when there was a knock on his door. He decided to ignore it, pretend like he wasn't home, because it was probably just some salesperson or Girl Scout with cookies, something like that. To his surprise, after a short pause the knocking persisted, followed by a ring of his doorbell. He grumbled to himself, rubbing his temples, trying to keep his irritation down as he stood. He began cursing quite audibly to let the person at the door (and all his neighbors) know his displeasure, and swung the door open quite violently.

His eyes landed on John and he said the first thing that came to him out of reflex. "What do you want, fuckass?"

Karkat didn't miss John's nervous fidgeting under his gaze, but he was sure he was hearing things when a rushed sentence came from the human. "Will you go on a date with me?" He was almost certain that the human looked as shocked as he did. If he didn't, then Karkat was a dumbfuck with absolutely no sensitivity to emotions, or maybe he would be a blind person. So if John was shocked, that must mean that Karkat heard right. Didn't it?

He stared John down for a while, waiting for him to say "Got you!" and receive a tremendous spike in his prankster's gambit, but he just said nothing for the longest time. Finally he simply smiled apologetically at Karkat, shrugging. "Sorry, I must've been wrong. Never mind."

The Heir of Breath had turned to go when Karkat reached out a clawed hand and grasped onto his jacket sleeve. He turned around to face the troll with wide eyes, biting his lower lip, a questioning gaze on his face. He opened his mouth after another pause, but before he could say anything, Karkat cut across him with a gruff and short, "Yes."

"Yes... what?" John looked like he was the one having trouble believing what he was hearing now as he blinked slowly, the simple word seemingly incomprehensible to him.

"Yes to the date, fuckass," Karkat snapped, blushing furiously as a warmth spread over his cheeks despite the crisp breeze that had started blowing a few minutes ago. "If you were fucking serious. If you just did this for your fucking prankster's gambit, then the date is obviously off, and I will personally castrate you."

John laughed nervously at his tone. "Castrate? How do you know that word?"

Karkat raised an eyebrow at this. "Does this mean I'm going to have to cut off your human bulge? You're fucking admitting it?"

John's blue eyes widened before he grinned and laughed, surprisingly. Karkat was confused until he was swept into a hug by the ever-so-slightly-taller boy, who was still giggling giddily. "I'm glad you said yes! Where should we go?"

"You haven't planned it out yet?" Karkat asked, squirming in the hug at first, struggling to be able to facepalm to convey his frustration, before just relaxing and sighing with the realization that this hug would only end when Egbert saw fit.

There John's giggling turned into a nervous laugh, and Karkat was finally able to get his respiratory system going again as he let the troll go to look away nervously. "Oops? This was really spur of the moment... Don't get me wrong, I do like you, and I think it would be cool to go out, but I didn't actually expect to ask you when I came over. I wasn't even expecting to come over, my feet just kinda... brought me here." He smiled sheepishly at the troll.

Karkat's clawed hand smacked his own forehead. "Dumbass."

This one was a little longer than the others. Any ideas for their date, haha? Guesses, more like, I do have most things planned out. In my head though, so it may be subject to change...

Also, I'm looking for someone to RP Homestuck with. I don't really have anyone to even talk about it to in my group of friends, and I'd like to meet some people I can RP/talk about Homestuck with? I'm just... incredibly anxious about talking to most new people first. If you want to know more, there's a little on my profile about my preferences...

A good day to you all, ladies and gentleman. I bid you adieu until next time.

-Silver