Oneshots Galore

DirkKat

(Karkat's POV)

If there was an award for the most gullible fuck in existence, I would've wiped the floor with the competition. Allow me to explain. You see, John and I have been trying to save up for Fallout 4 for the past few months. John was the one who came up with the idea for a lemonade stand and somehow managed to trick me into running it. Alone. I've been sitting out here in the hot summer sun all day and not a single person has stopped here. It doesn't surprise me. A sixteen year old with a lemonade stand? Ludicrous!
I sigh in aggravation, ready to pack everything up when a sleek black Harley Davidson pulls up at the curb. I swallow thickly as he climbs off the bike, pulling off his helmet. His fingers comb through his golden locks, slicking them back into place. His honey eyes then flicker in my direction, a smirk creeping onto his face. He sets his helmet on the seat and saunters over, placing a hand on my table and leaning against it. Scanning over the lemonade, he quirks an eyebrow and says something, but I'm to mesmerized by how well built he is. It's difficult to concentrate when a 6'3" hunk with rippling muscles is looming above you, the sunlight glinting off his perfect features. I don't snap back into it until he waves a hand in front of my face.
I quickly shake my head and blink up at him, a dark blush covering my pale face. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't catch that."
He sniggers and motions to the lemonade. "Aren't you a little old for this?"
I groan inwardly and pout like a child, jutting my lip out as I snarl, "Yeah, well I didn't necessarily volunteer for this job."
The guy's eyebrows raise, a smirk threatening his lips. "Oh? Pray tell."
"I got swindled," I reply bluntly.
"Hoodwinked?" He asks.
"Shanghaied," I nod.
He chuckles. "That's a damn shame. Looks like you need better friends. What're you saving the money for?"
A blush once again floods my face as I murmur, "Fallout 4..."
He bursts out laughing at that, which takes me by surprise. I'm about to lash out at him when he wipes a tear from his eye and says, "If that's not the most innocent yet expected response I've ever heard I don't know what is. How old are you anyway, kid?"
"S-Sixteen..." I choke out. God, what is wrong with me?! His ridiculously irresistible sex appeal has left me weak in the knees. He's stolen all of my bravado and confidence and Jesus Christ do I hate that. Karkat fucking Vantas doesn't stutter and he most certainly doesn't get flustered. Uh oh. Pay attention, idiot. He's talking again.
"Listen, kid," he began, digging around in his pocket. "Well, maybe I shouldn't call you kid. You're only a year younger than me but..." He finally pulled out his wallet, opening it and holding out two $20 bills. "I really feel for you. Your friend pulled a serious shit move on you. I'm sure this is embarrassing enough as it is. It's happened to me before, too, but I guess it was a lot easier to trick someone like me into doing that stuff. I used to be this scrawny kid with braces who always wore a dumb orange baseball cap and did anything to be cool. Wasn't worth it, mind you, but now I don't need to try to impress people. Not sure I want all that attention anyway. I digress. I feel your pain, so I'll make a deal with you. Gimme a glass of lemonade and promise not to share this money with your dickwad of a friend. In return, I'll give you forty bucks and my number so you can hang out with someone who won't tricking you into backing in the hot Houston sun for hours on end. How does that sound?"
I blink in surprise as I cautiously take the money and, doing my best to keep my hand steady, pour him a glass. "That was smooth. But I shouldn't take your number without first knowing your name," I comment meekly as I hold the drink out to him.
He happily grabs the cup from my hand and downs it before wiping his mouth and grinning. "Dirk Strider. By the way, this is some good shit."
I feel my confidence grow slightly as I open my contacts and hand him my phone, taking his cup and refilling it in return. "Thank you. The name's Karkat, by the way."
He puts his number into my phone and smiles, musing, "Karkat... Hm..." Again, Dirk takes the cup, handing me my phone and this time sipping at his drink rather than slugging it down in one gulp. "Well," he says once he finishes, carefully crumpling the cup and tossing it in the wastebasket I'd brought along for the empty cups. "It was a pleasure to meet you." He takes my hand and brushes his lips over my finger tips. Then, he winks and smiles, grabbing the helmet off of his bike. "I'll be awaiting your call."
A deep blush covers my face, but I can't help but grin. What can I say? I'm a sucker for romance. I nod and offer him a small wave. "You won't be waiting long."
"I sure hope not," Dirk purrs as he slips on his helmet and climbs onto his bike. He revs his engine and gives me a two finger salute before driving off.
I had his number memorized by the time I got home.

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Guess who's still alive? I am. Hello once again. This is about 3 months late probably so I apologize. I have like 3 more of these to do though I doubt they'll get finished tonight. Or this week. Or this month.

Anyway.

This was requested by @Blubble67 and I'm so sorry for the delay. I'll be posting an update in my updates book explaining everything that'll be going on, so look for that later tonight. Otherwise thanks for being patient. I love you all and I'll see you in the next update. <3

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