== Be Karkat Vantas, and you're impatiently waiting for your juggalo moirail.

This morning you reminded him to leave work early so you could spend the day before your wriggling day watching one of your treasured romcoms, but to no avail. He's late and knowing him, he'll probably insist on watching it late into the night, ruining your sleep schedule yet again. It's not like you minded staying up late, you just didn't want him to be accustomed to staying up late every night because you know he would if he could. He also gets very physical at night, making it a struggle to keep your thoughts strictly pale. You try to act annoyed when he is, but in fact. You love it.

His job's on the more human side of town as an artist. He usually goes with oil paint, but he's a god with spray paint. Every few blocks and you'll come across his trademark clown clubs covered in "paint". Well that's what he tells everyone, but you know better.

You hear his unbelievably heavy footsteps as he walks to the apartment door and fumbles with his keys for a good minute and a half. You don't bother opening the door for him in the time it takes him to get his keys because you think it's endearing how he struggles with the key for so long. With a slur of fucks he swings open the door he immediately drops everything he's carrying and he tackles you into a heap of bike horns, knocking all of the breath out of you, with a chorus of horns crying out in

"WHAT THE FUCK GAMZEE."

"WhAt BrO? ItS jUsT a MoThErFuCkIn' RuNnInG hUg"

"NO! ITS MY FUCKING WRIGGLING DAY YOU FUCKASS! WHERE WERE YOU!"

"BrO, i KnOw It Is. WaS jUsT GeTtInG sOmE oF yOuR fAvOrItE rOmCoMs AnD rOmAnTiC sHiT lIkE tHaT, aNd NePeTa WaS aLl Up AnD hElPiNg Me PlAn SoMe ThInGs FoR mY bEsT mOtHeRfUcKiNg fRiEnD, BuT iM sOrRy KaRkAt."

The worried way he finished his words and turned his head away from his shoulders was just too fucking precious, and at that moment that your blood pusher just fucking melted. He was genuinely sorry about being late, putting effort into making the words sincere instead of letting the sopor talk for him. He called you by your name; he rarely did that, usually calling you by cute nicknames like 'karbro' or 'karkles', when he called you by your name he was either serious or sad. And with that he buried his face in your neck probably smearing his clown makeup onto the entirety of your neck in the process.

"WELL FUCK GAMZEE. NOW YOU GOT YOUR TRASHY MAKEUP ALL OVER ME"

"Aw No WorRiEs IlL cLeAn YoU uP lAtEr YoU dOnT eVeN kNoW aLl oF tHe MiRaClEs I gOt In StOrE fOr My BeSt MoTheRfUcKiNg PaLeBrO"

When he called you palebro it made your chest heavy, you didn't like it. It's not like you're secretly flushed for him or anything. That would certainly ruin your moirailship with him but, you sure didn't like the sound of it.

"FINE. WELL WHAT THW FUCK YOU YOU 'HAVE IT STORE' FOR ME EXACTLY?"

"WeLl I wAs AlL uP aNd ThInkInG tHaT wE CoUlD aLl Up AnD wAtCh SoMe RoMcOmS. hElL, iLl EvEn Up AnD lEt A mOtHeRfUcKeR cHoOsE tHe SlImIeSt MoViE eVer"

"SERIOUSLY! YOU'LL LET ME WATCH THE NOTEBOOK WITH YOU? DAMN GAMZEE, YOURE SERIOUS ABOUT THIS AREN'T YOU?"

Gamzee said nothing in response. He only got up from the pile with a sigh of relief from the bicycle horns and he then picked up you fireman style and making sure to grab your butt with a firm honk and a pap to calm down your immediate objection to the hand's trespassing.

He then settles you on the couch with his arms comfortably around you. Oh how you wish he wasn't so coquettish with you, although his name practically meant flirty smile. It caused you to have as your older brother would say 'triggering thoughts' whatever that meant. But it felt nice, a hell of a lot better than the nickname 'palebro'.

When he got up you accidentally let out a needy whine and he immediately spun around with a smug grin plastered on his face like it was a part of his clown makeup.

"Aw, DoEs KaRkElS wAnT mE tHaT bAd? C'mOn IlL bE tHeRe To WaRm YoUr RoUnD lItTle AsS"

Gog was he temp- no. No thoughts like that.

"NO YOU FUCKASS IM JUST FUCKING COLD. NOW JUST HURRY UP AND GET OVER HERE"

"Aw FiNe BrOtHeR. iLl bE jUsT a MoThErFuCkInG mInUtE."

He said as he walked to the tv set and wiggled his ass as he bent down dramatically to put in the cd.

"KEEP YOUR ASS TO YOURSELF! I DON'T WANT TO SEE THAT!"

He walked up and shooshed you immediately with a smirk. He then commenced to take off your shoes and your jacket covering you in a shower in kisses with indefinite pale or red origin, completely fucking with your thoughts even more. He then got some popcorn from the bag of things that he was carrying, having completely forgotten about the open door.

Once he was done with catering to your every whim, he settled behind you covering the both of you with a crab blanket. He then rested his head on your shoulder and head. Accidentally bumping horns, you bit your lip. He always forgets that being a mutant, your horns are more sensitive to pleasure than you'd like to admit, and Gamzee, noting your lip's movement he remembered your horns.

"SoRrY kArBrO. i DiDn'T mEaN tO tOuCh YoUr HoRnY lItTle HoRnS"

He said as he moved his hands lower around your abdomen, dancing his fingers on your stomach, distracting you from any protest you had about your horns. It felt amazing, although you'd never actually show it, but you had a feeling he always knew what he was doing to you. He moved your hips farther back into his hips, reducing the space between both of you.

He tried not to bother you during the movie, only occasionally bumping horns or blowing or nibbling on your ear. Not that you were complaining. You weren't really sure how moirails were supposed to act but you guess this is how they do. You've never paid any real attention to other pale couples like Nepeta and Equius, or even Feferi and Eridan when they were together.

And oddly enough, every once in a while you'd feel a movement from his large sweatpants, undoubtedly from his bulge, but you guess it was normal for someone of his blood color. That must be it, the higher the blood the more restless the bulge, the more it moves. Or maybe it was the movie. Maybe it was something else.

The movie finished and he slowly got up, dragging his claws up your abdomen, creating a little warm tingle from your horns to your toes. Leaving an empty space behind you, you feel empty. You turn around and turn your back to the tv, obviously smelling the couch with its comforting smell of faygo and sopor. He notices your nose pressed to the couch and throws his shirt at your face with amazing aim, considering his sobriety at the moment.

"HeRe BrOtHeR. tAkE mY sHiRt If YoU wAnT tO sMeLl Me ThAt BaD."

With a wink he turns around to his bag of surprises. There it goes. That gog damn face of his. Why must it be so charming? You ignore the thought and you decide you take his advice seriously and you take off your shirt off with intentions to replace it with his. It is the eve of your wriggling day after all. You were about to put his shirt on, but he snuck up behind you and honked a horn in your ear making you jump. He let out a low deep chuckle while you got up and started to yell at him.

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THAT! YOURE JUST SCARING THE SH-"

You were stopped mid rant as your eyes fell to his chest. His torso was very wiry and toned for some odd reason. He never did any real exercise to receive his physique, other than run from police officers for various offenses. You always seem to blame it on the blood. But nevertheless his body was beautiful *no flush* despite what he sometimes said. His body was defaced with the multiple scars from the lack of a proper lusus that causing other beasts to hurt and abuse the young subjuggulator. This was a thing that he wasn't proud of, he was often insecure about it but it brought a smile and a boost of self esteem to the indigo blood when he saw the emotions change across your face.

"CmOn KaRkElS. i KnOw YoU wAnT tHe B"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP NOOKSUCKER. LETS JUST FINISH WHAT TINKERBULLSHIT YOU GOT PLANNED"

"FiNe BrOtHeR, bUt ArE yOu AlL uP aNd SuRe YoU cAn HaNdLe It?"

"YES I CAN FUCKING HANDLE WHATEVER YOU PLAN TO PASS OF AS ENTERTAINMENT."

He then 'run hugs you' and you both slide off of the couch and onto the floor, and he starts to tickle you. Surprised with his method of attack you start to tickle back and soon it morphs into a full-fledged tickle war, and eventually you give up with him sitting on your stomach with his hands pressed into your chest.

"BeTtEr KaRbRo?"

With another wide grin and wink you were his. You immediately you pull his shoulders down and kissed him.