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Why do you do this?

Karkat x Reader

You were huddled up in your room, the door was locked. You were leaning against the wall on your bed, guitar in hand. It had been three days since Terry and your little spat. The only real thought was, ‘did he hate me?’ Tears weld in your eyes, of course he did! You were disgusting! You hadn’t washed yourself since, hell you were still in your jeans and bunny hug from that day! You began to strum chords, wincing when you brushed one of your broken fingers on the strings. Man, you were pathetic! What would Terry say if he saw you like this?! ‘ “Why the hell do you think I still want to be with you when you look like that” ‘ You imagined him saying. Now you were crying, you couldn’t stop, drip, drip, the tears made their way down the raw flesh of your cheeks.

You strummed your guitar again until you heard something, a faint click as a key unlocked your front door. You stopped playing as you listen to the creek of the door opening. “[NAME]” Came a voice from the front room, sounding out of breath, but familiar… Karkat… SHIT! You couldn’t let him see you like this! You flipped your hood up and moved as far away from the door of the room ending up in the corner on the floor. “[Name] where are you?!” You hear him say as he makes his way up the stairs to your room. Knock, knock “[Name]?” the jiggle of the doorknob as he tried to make his way inside your room, it was still locked and he didn’t have a key to this one. “I know you're in there [Name]! Please let me in!” desperation prominent in his voice. You sunk further back into the corner, if that was possible.

He resorted to kicking the door, he was too worried to care about how the door felt. Kick after exhausted kick, then a breaking sound as the doorknob broke off and he rushed himself inside. What he saw was forever etched in his mind. You were lying in the corner; clutching the guitar he gave you. You fingers were tapped on your right hand, bruises shown on the small bits of skin he could see, and you were shaking with fear and depression. “H-hey Karkat…” You say weakly with a faked smile, “I learned the guitar solo from Closer to the Heart by R-Rush, wanna hear it?” You brought the guitar down and began to play, messing up every time you brushed your broken fingers. Karkat began to tremble and his fists clenched with rage. He made his way over to you. His hand shot out and griped the neck of the guitar, stopping your currently played chord with a twang. Silence filled the awkward air, you didn’t move, just looked down at the floor. Your hood was lifted from your face, revealing your black eye and purpled checks. Kneeling down, Karkat looked directly at you, tears pilled around his eyes. “Who did this to you?” He asked, lip trembling as he tried not to cry. You stayed silent, instead, you cried, you cried although it seemed impossible due to all the crying you have done. “[NAME]! Who did this to you” He gripped your shoulders, careful not to touch anything that might hurt you.

“N-no one” you muttered out. “Bullshit! You expect me to believe you did this to yourself? I don’t have a PhD, but I’m sure no one can physically harm themselves this much.” Silence once again, then the pitter-patter of rain on your window. “[N-Name]? Was it him…?” He whispered out, “Dear God did Terry do this to you?” And with that you had a break down, you shoved away from Karkat and threw your guitar off you, clanging against the floor. “It’s none of your b-business!” You shout at him, “IT IS WHEN YOU ARE HURT!” He stands, slightly taller than you, and stares directly at you. “I told you I would protect you, eight years ago, and I fully fucking intend to do so. Now what did he do to you?” You trembled remembering the events of Friday night, no, you didn’t want to think about it. You looked in his eyes, and something clicked, as if he could read your mind. His face curled in anger, he should have punched him way harder than he did. “D-did he try to… Rape you?” “No, I mean he did try to go a bit further I mean… and I just... and well” “Then he did this.” You nodded, “It was r-really my fault anyways I ju-“ “YOUR FAULT! He beats you, and you say it’s your fault!”

Sobs echoed in the room, but odd enough they weren’t yours. You looked up at Karkat, was he… crying? “W-why do you do this to yourself?” He gasps out, “Why do you stay wit him if he does shit like this?” “Becau-“ you were cut off by the sound of your phone. Karkat cringed in rage, he knew the song that signified Terry was contacting you. He bolted at the phone and flipped it open. “Hey babe, didn’t see you at school, ready to apo-“ “YOU BASTARD!” he screamed in the phone. “YOU DO THIS TO HER, MOLEST HER AND ASSAULT HER AND YOU DARE FUCKING ASK HER TO APOLOGIES!” “This is none of your fucking business Vantas, put her on the phone.” “NOT A CHANCE! DON’T CALL AGAIN, I’M BLOCKING YOU FROM HER CONTACTS!” He pressed the hung up button and started blocking his number. “Karkat don’t!” you said, but he ignored you, deleting the number and adding it to your blocked list, using a small trick Sollux taught him, you won’t be able to get it off, the only way he could contact you on this now is by buying a new phone. He closed it and placed it back on the table, and turned back to you.

“Now, why do you stay with him?” he said, slightly calmer. “I- I just… I wouldn’t find anyone else, I mean, just look at me, I couldn’t and he…” More tears, why did there have to be so much crying? “Is that what he has you thinking? That you don’t have the beauty to get someone else? Let me tell you this, that is utter bullshit.” Arms wrapped around your shoulders and he embraced you. “[Name] you are the most wonderful, smart, funny, talented, and beautiful girl I have ever met. Him saying that you couldn’t attract anyone is a lie because…” He paused and rested his hand against your check, angling your face so you looked straight at him, his face was flustered with red, matching his eyes. “Because I love you.” Shit, more tears, but these tears were sweet, happy, loving. He brought your face up to his and laid his lips on yours, it hurt, but you didn’t care, this was something you never knew you wanted so badly. You spent three years thinking that you couldn’t do better than Terry, and you were wrong. You spent even longer being oblivious to the now overwhelming feelings that Karkat gave you. You kissed back, and there you were, in the middle of a storm, falling in love with your best friend.