John x Reader

Egderp 6

Karkat's POV

I begin to slide down the door, my hand still on my face which is slowly turning into a fist as I lightly bonk my forehead repeatedly.

I reached the floor and my stupid eyes started sweating- oh wait, that sounded wrong as fuck.

What I mean is that I'm.. fucking crying. Yeah, deal with it. Damn liquid pride.

As I cry, I can hear their laughter from inside the room.

I start to sniffle and wipe my tears constantly, it hurts to know the damn truth.

I suddenly heard shuffling, oh no they might open the door in any minute.

I quickly stood up, rubbed my eyes and as I was about to take a step down the stairs I heard the door fling open.

Oh shit, I thought.

"Karkat?" I heard a familiar female voice say.

"N-no, fuckwit. Who else would it be?" I said crankily trying to not let her hear the shakiness in my voice.

"Okay, jeez. Why don't you come inside?" She asks me.

"No," I simply said.

"Why not? And why don't you look at me when I'm speaking to you?" She asks again.

God, how many questions can this woman ask in a matter of seconds?

"You're not my human being that orders me to do shit, I don't have to follow whatever the fuck you tell me," I snap at her, gaining my confidence back.

"Alright, fine then," she says and goes back to her room.

I grumbled and walked down the stairs, my tears still slowly running down my cheeks as I constantly wipe them with the sleeve of my sweater.

I thought I actually had a chance, HAD. Yeah, right Karkat. You had a chance, but you were probably too late.

No, maybe it's not too late. Maybe I can still win her.. maybe.

But I need advice, who can I ask advice from? Who in the shit-tastic galaxy would have better red rom advice than me? Who? Wh-

Thud

"Fuck," I mumbled while looking up.

"Hey KK," I heard a familiar lisp voice greet me.

"What the fuck do you want," I said, not as a question because fuck this douchebag.

"Woah, heh, calm down," He says, and giggles a bit.

"Why the fuck are you giggling?!" I raised my voice at him.

"Nothing.. hehe," he says and walks to the kitchen.

"Douchebag," I mumbled again and walked to the living room where I found Dave still on the couch.

Hm, I wonder if the fuckass is asleep.

I shook him a bit but he didn't move, he is asleep.

I slowly inched my hand towards his sunglasses as I took my chances and tried removing them.

But Dave being, well, Dave, he quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me over to the couch making me land on it but my head landing on his lap.

"What the fuck, Strider," I said as I sat up from the position he pulled me in to.

"Look, Karkat. I know you want me but-" I cut him off by papping his face.

"I know Strider, I know," I said.