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mercurialmalcontent:

Geez, I need to think of a real title for this thing.

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There your guts go again, all squirmy and tight like someone got their fronds around them and squeezed. You want to pull away and protest, refuse, you don’t want to be touched. It’d be a lie, you want to be taken care of very badly… but that’s not for you. You take care of other people, that’s the way it works.

But Gamzee won’t let you go, and he’s looking at you like he can see every thought that’s racing through your thinkpan. His brows furrow upward and he shakes his head. “You gotta stop thinkin’ so much, Karbro,” he says as he leans in to kiss your forehead.

“Oh, what a wonderful piece of advice,” you grumble to his clavicle. “I’ll just stare into space like some pan-rotted vegetable, that’ll be grmph.” You glare at the hand over your mouth, then at him, but he just chuckles.

“I didn’t say stop thinkin’ altogether, I said so much. Your mind is always all up and racin’ ahead of you and you don’t spend enough time just bein’.” Gamzee takes his hand away from your mouth and slicks your hair back again. “Just be for a little while, Karkat. I got you.”

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Squeeeeeeee I love this so much.

jumpingjacktrash:

mercurialmalcontent:

Brain grinding to a halt for the evening, but this is a nice big piece I wrapped up. Glad y’all are enjoying it. <3

Part 1 here and part 2 here.

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Getting Gamzee out of his clothes is a trial for you both. For all he’s the guy who had his shitty pile of horns in the middle of the lab, he’s painfully shy about his own body. But then again, so are you; you’ve kept yourself covered from neck to wrist to footnubs for as long as you can remember, and even pulling off your socks in front of someone else sends your heart racing. As for Gamzee, you can only sneak glances at him because it’s too painful to actually look; without the shield of his oversized shirt and pants it’s obvious he’s had too many sopor pies take the place of real food.

You speak to his feet as you say, “First we use the water spray and wash ourselves, and then we fill the trap and work on your hair.”

He rasps a startled laugh. “Two baths, brother? You’re all thinkin’ I’m that dirty?”

“I’m thinking I don’t want to sit and stew in our combined filth, and neither do you.” You lean into the trap to fiddle with the water temperature. “How hot do you want it?”

“Hot as you can stand, ‘cause I’m cold all the time.”

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aieee so cute! and if that doesn’t lead to boners it really IS pale. :D

oh jeez gamzee is ticklish :3 :3 :3

mercurialmalcontent:

This is self-indulgent as fuck, I’m warning you right now.

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Your moirail is something of a shambling disaster — his hair is a tangled, frizzy mess, his clothes are tattered at the hems and grimy, and he could stand a wash or five himself. But it isn’t, you’ve realized, that Gamzee doesn’t want to care for himself, it’s more that he doesn’t know how to take care of himself well. You’re not sure why, since he had access to the same schoolfeeding as everyone else, but maybe it was because he was alone too much for so long. Maybe it’s hard to care, or know to care, when there’s no one to fuss over you.

It makes your bloodpump hurt when you think too much about it.

Fortunately, you pick up on this fast. Unfortunately, you’re still not smart enough to keep yourself from snapping at Gamzee about his hygiene in front of the others and noticing too late how he freezes and his ears flush violet. You open your mouth to apologize, but the moment is over; he smiles sheepishly and mumbles, “I’ll try harder next time, best friend.” You try to speak but he’s already turned, his shoulders hunching defensively as he slinks away.

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If this is self-indulgent then bloody well go on and indulge some more because <3.