Gamzee x Reader: Horror Mama

Turning off Netflix you looked to the clown sitting next to you. The past hours were filled with horror movies, popcorn, and faygos. Gamzee sat there with his usual smile and took a sip from a grape faygo bottle. Your arms wrapped around his free one and your head lay on his shoulder. To be honest you hated clowns but for some reason this troll was an exception. He was your moirail, best friend.  A yawn soon escaped your lips.

“You seem motherfuckin tired, sis,” Gamzee said placing his bottle back on the coffee table with the empty popcorn bowl.

“Yeah,” you shut your eyes and rubbed your head against him. A small laugh escaped from his mouth.

“That last one was so motherfuckin good,” Gamzee commented.

“Really, it was so shitty. Only the gore was good,” you sat up. Then it hit you. “It was because it was a clown wasn’t it?” You glared.

“Yep,” was all he said before standing and stretching. Damn he was tall! “Come my horror sis!”

Standing and looking up at him you yawned again and grabbed his hand. Slowly, he led the way to the bedroom. You sat on the bed as Gamzee took a towel to wipe off the make up as not to stain your black pillows. The reason you were his horror sis was for how much black and horror memorabilia you owned. A fake crow sat on the desk, horror novels lay on your bookshelf, and even the curtains were black! The walls were a dark purple, but not for Gamzee, they were always that way even before you knew the troll.

“Read me a story?” you asked as he sat down beside you.

“Which one this time, sis?” he smirked. His face looked so different without the clown make up. He was so handsome too you, but you knew you’d be no more than just moirails.

“The Raven, I know it isn’t a story but it is my favorite poem by Edgar Allen Poe,” you replied leaning back and scooching towards the pillows. Kicking the blanket down you lifted the end with your hands to cover your legs.

“Again, geez , sis I was hoping to read you something different for once,” he said.

“Well OK, but only if you make up a horror story, GamGam!” you smiled. Gamzee lay back next to you and remained silent. He didn’t have much of a thinking face. Then he began his own style of story. Your eyes seemed to droop only a few minutes in. Although you fell asleep Gamzee kept on with his story.

“Good night, my sweet mama,” Gamzee kissed your sleeping forehead wishing he could tell you his red feelings.

A sudden honk woke you from your slumber. Rubbing your eyes you stretched and then another honk. The honks were coming from the kitchen. Slowly sitting up you swung your legs over the bed and stood. Your tired body made its way to the kitchen only to be greeted by a happy clown troll eating a slime pie and slamming another faygo.

“Good morning, Gamzee,” you said walking to the cabinet.

“Morning, sis,” Gamzee replied. Reaching in the cabinet you grabbed a bowl then opened the drawer for a spoon. The pantry held your favorite cereal and there was a gallon of whole milk in the fridge ready for your breakfast. Making your cereal and some chocolate milk you pulled a chair and sat next to your moirail. The two of you ate in silence, which was strange. Usually Gamzee would talk to you non-stop. Getting sick of the silence you decided to break it with some conversation.

“You going to hang out with Tavros or Karkat today?” you asked.

“Nope,” Gamzee sipped his faygo then returned to his pie.

“Oh, you’re so quiet today,” the last part you mumbled.

“Just thinking, sis,” he heard you.

“About what?”

“You,” he finished his pie and got up to throw the tin in the trash.

“Oh,” you blushed. “What about me?”

“Just that I wish I could find a way to tell you I’m red for you,” Gamzee’s usual smile was gone. His eyes widened at the realization of what he just said. “Oh damn, you weren’t supposed to find out that way.” Your face was now red as a tomato, red as the way he felt for you. Standing and moving towards the troll you wrapped your arms around him. Shock made Gamzee freeze. A few seconds went by until he hugged you back.

“GamGam?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m motherfucking red for you too,” you said into his shirt.

“That makes me so happy, horror mama,” his purple eyes looked into your [color] ones. He moved your dyed black hair from your face and leaned down to give you a kiss. Closing your eyes you tightened the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. His hair became entwined in between your fingers as his hands made their way to your waist. Finally you came up for air. Looking carefully at him you checked his make-up. No smudges! “You all up and want to watch more movies?”

“Anything, GamGam, as long as it’s with you,” you smiled.

“Of course, horror mama,” he grabbed your hand trying to lead you to the living room.

“Wait, let me get the rest of my breakfast,” grabbing your bowl and drink you followed your new matesprit to the living room.  He had already turned on Netflix and began scrolling through the horror movies. “How about a foreign one?” you suggested.

“Anything for you!” Gamzee said. You sat your food on the coffee table and leaned against Gamzee grabbing the remote. Once a movie began playing on the screen you finished eating your breakfast and cuddled with Gamzee.

“Flushed for you,” you said kissing his neck.

“Flushed for you too, horror mama.”