Davekat fics

Sick

Your name is Karkat Vantas and holy shit, you do not feel good. Your body aches, and your stomach hurts, and everything's just, wrong. Not to mention that your good friend Dave Strider is coming over, an you can't walk two fucking feet to your room to grab your phone to tell him, because if you tried, you'd fall flat on your face. Fuck this fever. You're tired, and your sleepy mind thinks, 'here I go karkat. This is my final resting spot. Hope dave gets the hint and goes home,' And you fall into a deep sleep on your couch.

When you wake, you're in your bed. You sure as hell don't know how you got there, and you're really fucking confused. You open your tired eyes, looking around. All of a sudden, a familiar voice fills your ears "mornin' sleeping beauty." The voice snickers and you just about jump out of your skin. You thought you were alone when you fell asleep. Then the realization hits you, it's dave. It hits you a bit too late though, because soon enough he's at your side, a hand on your shoulder. "Karkat calm down, it's ok dude, it's just me, Dave." You weakly try to bat him off, and he complies, stepping back. You grumble an sit up slowly, trying to hide your pained whine, but fail. He looks at you with pure concern "dude, are you ok?" You try to keep up your angry facade, but fuck, this is horrible. You're hurt. You're in pain and you just want him, and the pain to go away. "I'm just fucking sore from the god damn couch." There's a hand on your chest and you jump again a bit. He pushes you to lay down very gently, "alright, roll over. Lay on your stomach." You want to question him but you don't. You just comply, and lay on your stomach. "I'm gonna put my hands on your back and shoulders, is that ok?" He's being as comforting as possible and you just nod. He slowly brings his hands down to rest on your sweater. His face contorts. "Hey, are you hot under this?" You just kind of shake your head. You're sure that your body is burning up, but for some reason you're cold. But you feel your sweater being stripped from your sweaty body. He's being as careful as possible, and he's shushing you if you do as much as let out an uncomfortable noise. He's keeping you calm and comfortable. You close your eyes as his hands are placed on your bare back. He starts massaging the tender tissue, leaving you dissolved into purrs and you start to drift away.

Your name is Dave Strider and holy fuck this is cute. Karkat is laying on the bed, completely under your control. Little dude looks horrible though, his hair is all disheveled, some matted to his forehead with sweat. He told you that he was sore, and you plan To fix that. You started to massage his back, gently and carefully, but with enough force to where It got any pre-existing knots out. You give a small sigh, but he doesn't seem to notice. You think, 'fuck man, why is he so fuckin tense?' And he really was. It took a few good minutes to work out the knots successfully. You glance at him, and he looks like he's in full bliss, smiling away. You were completely silent as you listened to his cute little purrs. He looks like he's about to fall asleep and you pull your hands away. You shake him just slightly, and he groans, mumbling out, "why'd you stop.." You fix your shades, replying "you need to drink and eat something, alright? I'll do it again once you do." He curls to lay on his side as you sit by him, stroking his hair in a comforting manner. "Bro, you ok?" The other sighs, "I don't wanna eat..m' stomach hurts." You feel a pang of sympathy, and you sigh. "How bout..why don't you sleep..I'll get some water and make you some soup. It'll go down easily, Karks. Trust me." He nods slightly, and you pet his hair back until he falls asleep.

..you, Karkat, yet again, wake to a gentle hand shaking you, and the smell of homemade soup filling your nostrils. A caring voice fills your ears, though you can't make it out completely, due to the fact that you, well, you just woke up. The person with the gentle voice is rubbing your back with one hand, and holding the soup with the other. You hear a slow, quiet "Karkat...Karks. Wakey wakey, c'mon dude.." You let your eyes open, looking at who was shaking you. Dave smiles, "There you are. Mornin kitkat." You groan softly. You appreciate everything he's doing but fuck, you're tired, and you just want to sleep. "Fuck off.." You mumble. He sets the soup down and slowly lifts you to sit up. You give off another groan, and he helps you lean on him. He sets the soup in your lap and asks, "you ok to feed yourself dude? Or do you need me to spoon feed ya?" He smirks, you scowl. You just wanted to slap that idiotic smirk off of his fucking face. You instead grunt, fishing the spoon out of the bowl as you start to eat. He's silent the whole time, and the moment you finish, the bowl is replaced with a cold water bottle. He tells you to drink, and you do, in slow, shallow sips. You lay down after you drank half of the bottle, and he's petting your hair back, singing something softly under his breath. You sigh. Right as you're about to slip off into a deep sleep, you smile slightly to yourself, thinking. 'I could get used to this.' And you're asleep.

A/N:
Hey! This is my first davekat fic, there will be more to come. If you've any suggestions, I'm open! Thank you all for reading, and have an absolutely wonderful day guys!