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[karkat x reader] name days.
inspired by the tumblr prompt:
i’m an employee at starbucks and you’re always coming in here with these long orders of triple shots and whatever, and that’s kind of annoying so i purposely misspell your name every time.
You were resting your head in your hands, trying to fit four hours worth of sleep into a minute pause. The bell rang and your head snapped up and a small smile that was on your face, dropped instantly.

The troll who walked in was slightly more fun-sized than most, but judging by the look on his face and the way he grumbled to his female friend he was less fun than sized. His short black hair was most likely straightened, due to the little curls forming behind his ears, and his eyes were a dark color, but had a red tint, and surrounded by the usual yellow. His gray skin was smooth, but flushed from the extreme cold. His black, thick sweater didn't help.

This fucker.

Every time this fucker came in, he ordered this goddamn complicated triple shot that would make Jesus cry. It took you some serious effort and concentration to make it right, and you spelt his name wrong by one letter and he had the audacity to go on this tangent that would make Mother Teresa an axe murderer.

Basically this guy was the Antichrist of Starbucks.

"Hi, may I take your order?" You forced yourself to be polite for the benefit of the slender, beautiful, graceful woman who managed to accompany him. She was extremely polite and courteous, unlike him.

"Please may I have a Earl Grey brewed tea?" What it Kanaya? It was Kanaya. You nodded, noting it down on a cup and looked up at the grumpy cat.

He knew immediately what he wanted since he got it every fucking time. Whether he was a living itch - irritating and hard to get rid of- or a student that lived on perfected triple shots and caffeine - can be irritating and hard to get rid of, he was pushing your buttons. "Triple Venti sugar free, non-fat, no foam, extra caramel, with whip caramel macchiato. Then pour regular coffee down the side with 2 packs of raw sugar and a stir stick on the side."

At this early time of 6 am, you thought it couldn't get worse than this. You were totally fucking wrong. You nodded, gritting your teeth as you asked for his name. His eye twitched, "Karkat. K-a-r-k-a-t. Karkat. At least attempt to be literate this time, rather than the other 30."

"Got it." You hissed and they moved on in the queue. Another girl taking your place as you moved to make the coffee. You internally sobbed and weeped for the love of everything coffee related, as the tea was easily made, and you precisely and carefully made the coffee. Once you had written Kanaya in your personal font, which many hsd complimented for being nice, you had a little 'screw it' moment.

Your tongue poked out of your mouth and you could feel the intense glare of Karkat. You capped the pen, and with a call of the names, delivered the coffee with a supressed smirk. Kanaya took her's with a grateful smile and thanks. Karkat immediately twisted his cup to inspect his name.

His face flushed red, and his mouth flapped like a fish in frustration and anger. You busied yourself cleaning the counter, and giggled quietly to yourself.

"You." Your head looked up, your hair falling over your shoulder in its ponytail. You glanced at Karkat with goading, amused eyes.

"Are you trying to piss me off?" He seethed, "Or are you that dumb that you can't recall six fucking letters? I didn't come here to be mocked, " He shoved the cup into your face, where it read 'beep beep meow c;' and you snickered when he placed it into your hand, "I came here to get this fucking coffee and start my day with the respect a primary, pivotal person deserves from you human piece of shit! No matter how attractive or pretty you are for a human, I refuse to let this mockery and quandary continue since Karkat is one of the easiest things to spell compared to your fickle, stupid human names - what sort of name is [Name]? - and I belive you owe me the most sincere, heartfuckingfelt apology you can muster in your clogged, yet remarkably empty, thinkpan! Apart from your literary diarrhoea and your clear inability to remotely use your ears, the only good thing is that you made amateur coffee without it sucking bonebulge. However, once again proving your lack of functioning eardrums, you got my order wrong."

By the time he had hissed the last words, his coffee had managed to grow cooler, and Kanaya had managed to ground her fingers into her eyes to the point where they were constantly glaring at Karkat.

Karkat.

The fucker that ordered the most complicated triple, yelled at you for fifteen torturous minutes and proceeded to insult you in one single breath at 6 in the goddamn morning.

"The only thing wrong with this coffee, " You said in a light, sickly tone, "is that it's not on your head."

In one swift movement, you've removed the lid and upturned the warm triple Venti sugar free, non-fat, no foam, extra caramel, with whip caramel macchiato coffee on his black hair. Kanaya jumped slightly, moving away from the mess.

"Enjoy your order." You sneered, and removed your nametag, "I believe it's time for my break." You sauntered out of there as if you had done the world a good deed, which you had. You turned your head, "Have a pleasant day, Kanaya." You could hear the frequent shouts and complains from Karkat, and you left with a victorious little grin that was sure to stay for the rest of the day.

Until you went to a pastry shop across the road and he managed to catch you despite your best efforts to pace quickly. His hand gripped your forearm and yanked you so you faced him with a displeased sniff, "Hey, you imbecilic fucker!"

"You just made my name ten times more complicated." You smirked.

"Shut up for a second." You were tempted to point out the fact he talked for fifteen minutes, but complied and zipped your lips, "Though I personally think I deserve a very fucking literate, apologetic to the point where you're making out with my ass, essay, Kanaya believes you actions were slightly justified. I also believe that's bullshit, but she seems to be right a majority of the time, so I'm just gonna do what she suggested I do." Karkat shuffled awkwardly, as if he was about to move or about to talk, before he swooped inwards and pressed a firm, brief kiss to your lips and pulled away with red tinting his ears.

You blinked in surprise, but your brain fumbled for a reply, "Well, I suppose I'll be remembering your name from now on."