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Untitled DraftYour name is Karkat Vantas. You're sitting in your collage dorm room, enjoying the peace and quiet that doesn't seem to exist when your room mate is around. Your roommate, whom you hate with a passion.....but at the same time tolerate. He can be okay sometimes. Annoying as fuck, but okay. You flip a page in the shojo manga you're reading and sigh contently, snuggling a bit further into your crab-shaped beanbag chair. You fucking love crabs. They're just so cute to you. And they pinch. You like anything that can cause damage to another person.
You gasp a little as you read; fuck, he did not just do that! Who does this Sho guy think he his? Showing up at Kyoko's movie rehearsal with a giant bouquet of flowers in his hands! You can't believe this douchemuffin sometimes. What an asshole. You put down your book just to ponder how much of a fuckface this guy is. Seriously. Wow.
You decide to take a break from reading for a bit; needing some time to absorb all that you have just read.
cute kitten cuddles -gamkar-Your name is Karkat Vantas. You just got done with your classes for today, but still have a shitload of homework. You sigh softly as you walk back to your dorm, the cool winter wind blowing your messy hair in different directions. You shiver and snuggle a bit further into your grey turtleneck sweater. God damn, why is it so cold in Seattle? You're not built for this type of weather.
You arrive at the dorms and get into the elevator, pushing a few freshman out of your way as you do so. They curse loudly at you, but you simply respond by making a rather rude gesture at them with your hand. One of them calls you a douchebag. You snicker. Why do they tell you things you obviously already know?
You wait impatiently for the elevator to stop at your level. Luckily it isn't too long before you hear a soft ding and the doors open up. You walk out and meander to your dorm. You try the doorknob. Locked. You suppose your roommate hasn't gotten home yet.
You fiddle around with your keys and end up
Ch:1 Broken (GamKar)It was raining in the dark of night, lightning out makeing a figure jump.
He was alone crying tears of candy red, his hair was matted to his face and he was soaked to the bone from the rain.
He was a shivering mess and looking closer you could see he was in rought shape, blood was pooling out of cuts he had on his arms and face as he looked to the sky he collapsed to his knees.
Crying.

His name is Karkat Vantas
And today he had finally snapped.

---Be the crying troll.

Shivering and weak you fell to the ground flashes of the day passing in front of you.

It was all because you could't keep all the anger and pain inside and it seamed lik
MiRaClEs, ch6 -gamkat-Gamzee grinned. "You know, you make a motherfuckin good pillow."

"Glad you think so.." He shook his head.

Gamzee laughed and then went quiet, just sorta looking up at Karkat.

Karkat was looking to the side and then glanced down at him and saw him staring and blushed a little, "What?"

"Just thinkin."

"About what?" He asked curiously; his blush going away now.

"'bout miracles.....you know, most things I consider to be miracles revolve around you." He smiled a little. "When you smile, when you laugh, when you blush.....all miracles."

Karkat's heart did three flips in his chest and he couldn't help but smile a little at the kind words, eve
drive by -gamkar-On the side of the street I knew,
stood a girl that looked like you.
I guess that's deja vu but,
I thought, "this can't be true"
'Cause you moved to West L.A.
or New York or Santa Fe
or where ever to get away from me....
Oh, but that one night,
was more than just right,
I didn't leave you,
'cause I was all through.
Oh I was overwhelmed,
in fact as scared as hell, because I really fell for you....

You were sitting in a coffee shop by yourself, admiring the miracle on the table in front of you. It was beautiful, it was amazing; it was a Faygo cupcake. The cake itself was a pale white swirled with orange, with the perfect amount of frosting on top, complete with rainbow sprinkles, which added to the miracleness of the pastry. It was a motherfucking miracle. And it was all yours.
You smiled to yourself and held it up to your parted lips, sinking your teeth into the soft cupcake and pulling away with a mouthful of frosting. Mmmm. It tasted just as perfect as it looked.
Only~ Part 1You watch. You keep silent. You don't say a word.

This is what you always do. You don't have the guts to change anything; you don't have the guts to ruin your best motherfucking friend's happiness.

And if being with Dave Strider makes Karkat happy, you will endure.

He's your moirail, not your matesprit. You need to get that through your thick think pan cushion. Karkat will never feel flushed for you like you do him. At least you fill one of his quadrants instead of not any, kind of like Eridan. That pathetic talking fish…

You started to keep tabs on Karkat's love life. You feel a little like Nepeta, knowing who's dating who and such.
MiRaClEs, ch4 -gamkat-"So, yeah." Gamzee put his hands in his lap. "Miracles are basically just little things that make you happy. Person, place, thing-doesn't matter." He stopped to think for a moment. "Like those human romance movies you like so much; those are miracles."

Karkat considered this, "Yea I guess your right on that one..... Will Smith is pretty... Miracle-ish..." He shrugged.

Gamzee smiled. "Yep. See, miracles happen to you, too," He punched Karkat's arm lightly.

"Yea..... But Will Smith's just bad ass like that." He laughed a little. "But isn't their bad miracles too?.... Like how I'm fuckin' shorter then everyone I've ever met, and smaller......
Only~ Part 3You'd told that Strider to stay away from Karkat. The blonde had told you that they were only kismesises, but you wanted that motherfucker out of Karkat's life. So you had told him that if he really cared for Karkles, that he would stay away from him. Or else.

TC: hello, MOTHERFUCKER. We need to talk.

TG: wheres your stupid typing quirk
TG: are you mad bro

TC: SHUT THE MOTHERFUCK UP, STRIDER. Im here to talk about karkat.

TG: what about him
TG: hes ok right

TC: hell be even better once youre out of his quadrants
TC: I WANT YOU TO LEAVE MY MOTHERFUCKING MOIRAIL ALONE. HE DOESN'T NEED YOUR HUMAN BAGGAGE TO HOLD HIM DOWN.

TG: man wha
Karkles, you're my KittenKarkat listened as Gamzee droned on about absolutely nothing. He kept his eyes on the sidewalk ahead of them, warning Gamzee where ever there was a curb or pot hole, because the other was too busy shooting his mouth of to watch where his own two feet landed. That was fine, though, because Karkat and Gamzee had an unspoken agreement: Karkat would make sure Gamzee didn't twist an ankle as they walked home from school to their apartment that they shared, and Gamzee would talk enough for the both of them, making the whole conversation himself so that Karkat didn't need to say a word.

"So you and I were all up and invited to Sollux's birthday par
Only~ Part 2You can't believe that one moment you were fine, just chatting to the ever stupid Egbert, when everything spiraled down. Terezi had called off her matespritship with you because Gamzee had told her that you love Dave instead, which is untrue. You hate him, as in a kismesis relationship. You had been so relieved when Dave shared these feelings with you and hadn't said he was homosexual, which you have no idea what the hell that means, because you would finally have all your quadrants filled.

Terezi would be your matesprit, Dave would be your kismesis, Gamzee would be your moirail, and Kanaya your auspitice. But you don't have your matesprit a
GamKarKarkat sits locked in his room, on his computer, as usual. Also as usual his annoying as hell 'best friend' wouldn't leave him alone.
TC: BrO, wHy'Re YoU aLwAyS aLl Up AnD lOcKeD iN yOuR rOoM?
TC: yOu StIlL tHeRe BrO?
CG: YES, FUCKASS, I'M STILL HERE. NOW WHAT THE FUCK COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT?
TC: jUsT wAnT tO cHaT wItH mY mOtHeRfUcKiNg BeStFrIeNd!
CG: WHAT A STUPID FUCKING REASON.
With typing that Karkat sighs to himself.
CG: HEY, CAN I TELL YOU SOMETHING?
TC: SuRe, BrO, wHaT's Up? : O )
Karkat hesitates. He types 'I LOVE YOU' but he can't send it.
TC: HeY, bRo, YoU kNoW tHaT wHaTeVeR tHiS sHiT iS i PrOmIsE nOt To LaUgH.
Karkat deletes it an
MiRaClEs, ch2 -gamkat-Karkat rolled his eyes and walked in; rubbing his arm as he closed the door behind him.
"Did you know it dropped like, 20 degrees since yesterday?! It's fucked up."

"I haven't even been outside since yesterday, bro," Gamzee said with a good-natured laugh, shutting the door.

"I can see that." Karkat rolled his eyes.
"How many times do you actually leave your hive in a week? I have to get out of mine 3 times or more a week or it fucks me up."

Gamzee stopped to consider this. "Uhh.....like......twice, maybe? I dunno, depends."

Karkat's eye twitched, "How do you not go insane in here?.... Oh wait that's right your drug yourself up and say,
MiRaClEs, ch3 -gamkat-"Why?" Gamzee smirked, teasing him. He hugged him a little tighter. "You're fun to hug."

"Yea well you're fun to kick, NOW LET GO!!" Karkat growled and tried to pry him off; blushing slightly.

Gamzee simply lifted him up so that his feet were no longer touching the ground and laughed. "You're also real fun to tease, Kar,"

"I WOULD PUNCH YOU SO HARD RIGHT NOW IF I COULD!!" He wiggled around in his grasp and made struggling noises.

Gamzee smirked again, finding this to be really quite amusing. "But you can't." He said in a slightly mocking tone.

Karkat frowned and then went limp in his arms; panting a little.
"YOU FUCKASS!! LET ME GO DAMN
no more miracles, ch3 -gamkar-==>Be the best friend.
You are now the best friend.
Your name is Karkat Vantas, and you're starting to get worried; Nepeta and Equius have been gone for almost an hour now. Did something happen? You let out a sigh. If you want something done you have to do it yourself. Mostly because the rest of the trolls are the biggest idiots you know. You pull a jacket on over your turtleneck and head outside. The wind chills you to the bone as you walk.
You arrive at Gamzee's hive. The door is wide open and is swinging on its hinges. You cringe. Gamzee never leaves his door open.
You hesitate. You could always ditch and ask someone else. But......for some reason, absconding didn't seem like the right thing to do. Besides, you're already here. You tell yourself to quit being such a pussy and walk in.
"......Gamzee?" There's no answer. Your voice seems to echo a bit in the seemingly empty house. You look around somewhat nervously and timidly step deeper into the hive. "Nepeta? Equius?"
Still noth
no more miracles, ch1 -gamkar-Your name is Gamzee Makara.
And you just got rejected.
You look over the conversation one last time. The words still don't seem to register.
--terminallyCapricious[TC] has begun trolling carcinoGeneticist[CG]--
TC: HeY mOtHeRfUcKiN bEsT fRiEnD : o)
CG: HEY, FUCKASS.
CG: ANY REASON FOR YOU TO BOTHER ME?
TC: YeS, aCtUaLlY
CG: .....WELL, SPIT IT OUT, SHIT-FOR-BRAINS! I HAVE THINGS TO DO.
TC: Oh
TC: OkAy
TC: Um
CG: WILL YOU QUIT STUDDERING?! YOU SOUND LIKE THE CRIPPLE.
TC: SoRrY, bRo
TC: GuEsS i'M jUsT nErVoUs
CG: YOU? NERVOUS?
CG: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SMOKING?
TC: WeEd : o)
CG: WELL I KNOW THAT, DUMBASS.
CG: WHY ARE YOU NERVOUS?
TC: .......
CG: WAITING FOR AN ANSWER HERE.
TC: WeLl
TC: Um
TC: FuCk BrO
TC: HoW dO i PuT tHiS
CG: WILL YOU JUST FUCKING SPIT IT OUT ALREADY?!
TC: AlRiGhT sHeEsH
TC: ......I fEeL fLuShEd FoR yOu KaRbRo
CG: ........
CG: ...........
CG: ............WELL FUCK
CG: ...............SORRY GAMZEE
CG: BUT I ONLY THINK OF YOU AS MY BEST FRIEND.
CG: NOTHING MORE.
CG: SORRY.
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Karkat sniffled and pulled his security blanket a bit tighter around him. Ever since Gamzee had asked Tavros to be his Matesprit, he'd been in denial, and refused to leave his hive. He still couldn't believe that Gamzee would actually ask Tavros-and that he would say yes. It was horrible. And totally unfair. He'd loved Gamzee first, gog damnit! Gamzee was his! All his! Not anyone else's! And especially not the cripple's!
He sniffled again, almost in tears at this point. How could he have lost his best friend so easily? It gotten so bad he couldn't even look at the juggalo anymore without hearing his own heart break in his ears. He couldn't speak to him, couldn't tell him anything-he just couldn't. He wanted to tell him just what he thought of the cripple and how much he wanted to be his matesprit-but he couldn't. It would hurt both of them too much.
But he really did need to talk to him. Just maybe not directly. He took a shaky breath and stood up, walking over and sitting down in his desk chair. He logged onto his Trollian and took deep breath.

--carcinoGeneticist[CG] has begun trolling terminallyCapricious[TG]--
CG: HEY.
TC: HeY, kArBrO! iT's AbOuT tImE yOu DeCiDeD To TaLk To Me : o)
CG: YEAH. SORRY ABOUT THAT. UM, GAMZEE, CAN YOU COME OVER....? I.....I NEED A FUCKING HUG.
TC: SuRe BrO, i'Ll Be RiGhT oVeR : o)
CG: THANKS, FUCKASS.
--carcinoGeneticist[CG] has ceased trolling terminallyCapricious[TG]--

Karkat sighed and snuggled deeper into his blanket. Okay. Gamzee was coming over. Okay. Good. He didn't need to tell him what the matter was. He was just a bro that needed a hug. Yeah, yeah, okay. He wouldn't tell him why. Yeah. Good. Yeah. Okay.
Karkat's odd little pep talk was interrupted when someone knocked on his door. He bit his lips and tugged his blanket a bit tighter around him, scooting off his chair and sitting on the floor instead. "It's open, fuckass!" At this, the door flew open and in walked the most perfect of all beings.
Karkat took a moment just to stare at the boy he felt so flushed for. His hair, tangled and matted, his face, with a silly, huge smile plastered on the front of it, his chest, his arms, big and strong and muscley even though he hadn't worked out a day in his life, that warm glow that seemed to surround him everywhere he went-he took it all in. Want, no, need coursed though him as he stared; and he felt the tears welling up in his eyes again.
"Hey, Karbro. You okay?"
To this, Karkat could only shake his head and hold his arms out like a grub. "....hug." Gamzee raised his eyebrows, but sat down next to him and gathered him up in his arms. Karkat scooted into his lap and buried his face in his chest, breathing in that sweet, musky sent that came off him. He wished Gamzee could hold him close like this forever. The fact that he couldn't made the tears in his eyes dribble over.
He went into hyper-clingy-mood, hugging him tight and sobbing uncontrollably. Gamzee rocked him back and forth and ran his hands up and down his back, cooing softly, "It's okay, Karkat, it's gonna be motheruckin' a-okay." Which only made Karkat cry harder, because he knew things could never be okay.
"G-Gamzee, I-I cant take this a-anymore, y-you're-" He couldn't even finish his sentence. Gamzee only held him tighter. "Shhh. Karkat. You're okay. You're okay." Gamzee said softly, gently brushing the red tears away from his morail's face. Karkat wailed a bit longer before he finally calmed down. "W-Why the fuck are you with him?" He said, still sniffling a bit.
Gamzee seemed surprised by the question. "what?"
"Tavros. The cripple. Why are you with him?" Karkat replied, his voice no louder than a whisper.
"I love him, Kar." Gamzee said this as if it was the most natural thing in the world; as if saying it wouldn't hurt Karkat even more.
"But why? Does he put up with all your shit? Does he listen to you honk your horns for hours on end? Does he watch all your scary movies with you, even if he hates them with a burning passion?" Karkat sniffled. Gamzee was about to respond, but Karkat was on a roll.
"Does he let you rant about miracles for as long as you want? Did he ever let you use his lap as a pillow when you forgot yours? Did he calm you down when you wanted to kill him? Huh?" Karkat's voice got increasingly louder as he asked, crimson tears starting to fall once again.
 "Does he know what to do when you go crazy again? Does he cry over you almost every night? Has he refused every single person that asked to fill a quadrant with him, in hopes that you would change your mind? Does he want to tell you just how much you mean to him every time he sees you? Does he know you like your sandwiches with lots of jelly and only a little peanut butter, with the jelly on top? Does he listen to your band's CD every night? Did he ever eat an entire soper pie because you asked him to try it, even though he wanted to puke after every single bite? Did he stay with you when you got sick, and took care of you until you felt better? Does he want nothing more than for you to scoop him up and tell you you love him? H-Huh? D-Does he?"
Gamzee stayed quiet, absorbing all this. A few indigo tears dripped down his face and landed on Karkat's, mixing with his and turning them a dark maroon. "I......I don't know, Karbro. I don't know."
Karkat clung desperately to him and said nothing for a few moments, then scooted off his lap and snuggled into his security blanket. "Get out." He said quietly.
"Karbro, I'm not leaving you like thi-"
"Get. Out."
"Karbro-"
"Get out, Maraka, or I swear to god I will be the end of you." Karkat growled. Gamzee hesitated for a few more moments, then stood up and turned to go. As he walked back to his hive, he could hear Karkat wailing so loud he was almost screaming. The sound tore his heart out. He never meant to cause his friend so much pain.....
Later that day, he told Tavros what had happened.
"Uh, Gamzee........I-It sounds like he loves you a lot." Tavros said softly. Gamee sighed. "I know. I don't know what to do, Tavbro.....I love you tons, you know that, and I would do anything for you. But.....I care about Kar too, he's my best friend, and I want him to be happy, and I think I kinda like him too-rgg! I don't know anymore!" He let out a growl of frustration.
"Well.....I-If you like him too.....y-you can go out with him for a while, if you want, and if it doesn't w-work out, t-then you can come back to me." Tavros suggested. Gamzee looked at him with wide eyes. "You'd let me do that, Tav?"
"Y-Yeah, Gam....." Tavros said, smiling softly. Gamzee leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. "Oh, Tavbro, baby, you're the best! I'll tell him real fast, 'kay?" He jumped over the couch and ran over to his computer.

--terminallyCapricious[TC] has begun trolling carcinoGeneticist[CG]--
TC: KaRkAt.
TC: KaRkAt.
TC: QuIt IgNoRiNg Me
TC: We CaN bE mAtEsPrItS

Karkat ignored the bings for as long as he could, before he gave up and sat down in his computer chair. What he saw made his eyes go wide.

CG: ARE YOU SERIOUS
CG: YOU'LL GO OUT WITH ME?
TC: YeAh
CG: .....YOU'RE NOT JUST DOING IT BECAUSE YOU FEEL BAD FOR ME, ARE YOU?
TC: No WaY, bRo
TC: I pRoMiSe It'S nOt LiKe ThAt
CG: .....I FUCKING LOVE YOU, DIPSHIT......
TC: I dOn'T kNoW iF i FeEl ThE sAmE
TC: BuT i WaNt To TrY
CG: THAT'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME.
CG: THANKS, FUCKFACE.

--carcinoGeneticist[CG] has ceased trolling terminallyCapricious[TG]--

Karkat stared at the screen for a bit longer before squeaking softly and hiding his face in his blanket. "No fucking way! He left Tavros to be with me? T-That's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me.....oh gog....I'm so happy right now...." He thought outloud. Maybe. Maybe they could be matesprits. Maybe they could be together. As long as he didn't mess this up, maybe.
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i kinda rushed the ending but fuck it.
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XDD glad ya like it ;P
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This is so CUTE!! :iconfangirlsqueeplz:
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awwww that is sooo adorable :) i was crying then i was oozing out fluffiness wait nevermind that last part that sounds gross but love it still.
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