One Shot Madness

Human!Karkat x Reader

Karkat is from home stuck
( Voice Recording coming soon)

                Great. Just great. The world just loved to bite you in the butt whenever it could.

                To say you had a short temper was an understatement. On the bright side, at least it matched your boyfriend's perfectly, making people assume you two were the perfect couple. But especially on bad days like this one, your temper ran short fairly easily, and everyone—including said boyfriend—suffered for the universe's mistake to mess with you.

                Today started out just like any other. The usual morning traffic jams prevented you from getting to class. That was something you could tolerate. A bit of cussing within the safety of your own car let you let out some steam—

                But when the cop pulled you over for a rolling stop, you were pushed over the edge. In no way, shape or form did you commit this 'crime' of a rolling stop on a street where there were literally no cars or people to run into.

                And so, what wouldn't have been too damaging of a fine bloated after you managed to 'flip the bird' to the unfair policeman after proceeding to yell, "Oh, are you going bird watching? I've got a bird right here for you, ya bastard!" 

                This was the beginning of your chain reaction of bad luck. Because of being pulled over, you were late to class. Your professor had no intention of hearing your 'funny story' of how and why you were twenty minutes late to class. 

                Dragging yourself through the rest of the lecture, it was time to bolt over to work. Waiting tables at a diner wasn't an ideal job, but it helped pay the rent.

                Now, as mentioned before, you were in no way a patient person. But you had been getting better at faking a smile and grinding your teeth. If only you could've mustered that earlier in front of the police officer....

                But seeing as how this was your worst day yet, the customers became unbearable as well. More than usual, which was saying something.

                Fearing you would get fired if you couldn't keep it together, you hid in the back of the kitchen. Taking a quick breather could hopefully help you calm down.

                Nevertheless, on this day, misfortune managed to find you even there. A newbie cook decided it would be a great idea to fling a meal of spaghetti onto your form. Well, it was, of course, an accident. However, because of the course of events throughout your day, you figured it was the universe's way of putting the cherry on the cherry on top of the shit sundae that was your day.

                Sugar-coating the story would be as such: you got a little upset and got sent home for the day for disturbing not only the workers but the customers with your.... slight anger. The manager was now seriously contemplating firing you, if you weren't already done for.

                Tomato sauce started to set in your clothing by the time you got home. With pain-staking similarities in you and your boyfriend's personalities, you weren't ready to face him and his own personal temper.

                Sneaking into the apartment, you tried to high-tail it into the bathroom before he had the chance to see you. But fate wasn't kind, as if it had been all day today.

                The difficulty in living with your boyfriend is that you are forced to deal with him during times in which you'd rather be alone. Now was one of those times.

                Sitting at the table was none other than Karkat, working on what looked to be college homework.

                All it took was one glance up for him to be on the floor laughing. Laughing at your misery.

                Taking sharp breaths between words, he mustered out in the midst of his laughter, "What the fuck happened to you!? Holy shit, you look like a tomato threw up on you! Fuck, I need a picture of this shit! It's too good!"

                "Oh shut up! I don't need to hear it! I've had the worst day today, alright!?" you shouted back, attempting to justify not only your current appearance but your sour disposition as well.

                "'Bad day'?! Everyone has a bad day, (y/n)—for fuck's sake, your day probably wasn't as bad as someone who's starving, now was it? It wasn't as bad as someone with cancer—"

                Knowing very well he was right, but not in any mood to confront that fact, you spat, "Whatever, Karkat! You're the cancer of the world, you piece of shit!" As hurtful as this would be to anyone else, this only made Karkat laugh more. Yet another problem with having someone just as short tempered for a boyfriend and roommate: your insults were worthless.

                Storming into your room, snatching clothes, and bolting into the bathroom, you could hear Karkat yell back, "Yeah, I am a fucking Cancer! I was born in July! Good job, (y/n)! You know your zodiacs!" His condescending tone made your blood boil. With narrowed eyes, you shot him a furious glare before slamming the door to the bathroom shut.
              
                After a long, relaxing shower, you had calmed down. Perhaps showers were always the best medicine for a terrible mood.

                Fresh clothes covering your now clean skin, you walked into the living room, leaning up against the arm of the couch. Within a few moments, arms snaked around your waste.

                Karkat's voice was surprisingly quiet as he murmured, "...Want to watch a rom-com with me....?"

                Sighing, you nodded, unable to resist curling up with him on the couch with [f/rom-com] playing on the television.

                As much of an ass as Karkat could be, you had to admit, he did know how to mend a bad day.