Gamzee x Reader Songfic ~ Stella by All Time Low

*You're only happy when I'm wasted. I point my finger but I just can't place it.*

Your head fills with the beat of a song being played as you walk into the club. You look around for your friends and spot a few of them across the room sitting in a large booth. After squeezing through the mass of overly sexual, sweaty people, you straighten out your outfit and head over to them.(outfit link below) You're not one for very revealing clothes, usually wearing jeans and tshirts, but on nights like tonight you always felt the need to step it up. You see, almost every Saturday night you and you're friends (who were mostly trolls *wink*) went out to your favorite club. The place was loud, vibrant, and the bartenders hardly ever asked for I.D., making it easy for you to satisfy your alcohol related needs, also Dave gets you discounts since he D.J.'s here. As you made it to the booth you smiled at your friends and sat down next to Karkat. He looked you over and scowled. "The person you're dressed like that for is over there.", he says pointing. You look over to see a dancing Gamzee, holding up a red solo cup that's most likely filled with Faygo and something highly alcoholic, dancing. As you look at him you think of all the Saturday nights you've both gotten drunk (him acting goofier than usual) and ended up at one of your hives sloppily making out. You've never actually had sex but it was amazing nonetheless. You'd usually wake up in the morning, make breakfast, and then whichever one had to leave would go. You, nor your friends ever spoke a word about it.

In the current moment, Gamzee fianlly noticed your presence and is slowly making his way over. You stand up so he can see your outfit of choice. You see his eyes scan your form and a slight smirk pull at his lips. He stops a little in front of you and smiles. "You up and made it sis!", he says happily. "Of course I did silly.", you say blushing under his gaze. "So you wanna motherfucking dance or what?", he asks. "I thought you'd never ask.", you say with a sudden burst of confidence. It's most likely from the couple shots of vodka you had before you came here (only enough to get a little buzzed, not drunk). Gamzee grabs your hand and pulls you through the crowd until he stops. Both of you start dancing to some random upbeat song. After a few minutes a more, um, provocative song came on. Gamzee grabs your hand and twirls you around. Mid-twirl he grabs your hips and brings them to to meet his (btw, your butt's all up on his crotch now). You put your hands on top of his, that lay on your waist, and sway your hips back and forth. Gamzee's obviously enjoying the grinding by the low growling noise he's making in your ear. "You look motherfucking amazing tonight Y/N.", he breathes into your ear. You move your hands up to run through his messy hair. Once your hands accidentally brush against his horns he's had enough. He pulls you through the crowd, into the bathroom after making sure nobody's there, and locks the door.

*Feels like I'm falling in love, when I'm falling to the bathroom floor*

Gamzee wraps his arms around your waist and leans down to kiss you. You lean up to meet him halfway and when your lips meet you feel butterflies fill your stomach, just like every time before. He pushes his tongue into your mouth and you're guessing from his forwardness that he's not in the mood for playing around tonight. He pushes you up against the wall and you slip and fall onto your butt. A moment of silence passes until you both start laughing. Gamzee leans down kisses the tip of your nose. "Looks like you just fell for me lil mama.", he laughs. "Sorry to be cheesy, but shut up and kiss me.", you say. Gamzee plops down onto the floor in front of you and pulls you onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and connect your lips once again. After a little kissing Gamzee starts trailing kisses down your neck, biting here and there until he finds your sweet spot. "Gamzee, fuck.", you breathe out as he leaves a hickey. Once he's finished Gamzee leans in close to your ear, "You wanna up and get out of here?", he asks. You nod vigorously and stand up. Gamzee intertwines your hands once again and pulls your from the bathroom and toward the booth where you see Karkat now sitting alone chugging from a red solo cup. "Hey Karbro we're leaving.", Gamzee says. "And why should I give a fuck? You two hoe it up every Saturday night.", Karkat says back with a slight slur to his voice."Well bye Karkat.", you say sweetly as you walk away. Karkat just gives you the middle finger, making you giggle. After the short walk to your apartment you pull Gamzee through the door and to the couch, immediately pouncing on him.

*I remember how you tasted. I've had you so many times, lets face it.*

You wake up and look at your phone for the time, it's one o'clock in the afternoon. You groan as you drag yourself out of bed, noting that you still have your dress AND underwear on from the night before. 'Well at least I didn't sleep with him', you think. It's not like you wouldn't sleep with Gamzee, it's just that you aren't in a relationship so it would just be, well, wrong. You grab some clothes and walk to the bathroom to take a shower to wash away the glitter and sweat from the club, as well as the white face paint that litters your body. Once you get out of the shower and get dressed you see the hickey's on your neck that are starting to scab over due to Gamzee's sharp teeth. Before picking up your toothbrush you note the familiar taste of Redpop  flavor Faygo in your mouth. After finishing up you head downstairs to cook breakfast. You poke your head into the living room and see Gamzee sprawled out on the couch. You shove his shoulder and his eyes open slightly. "You should take a shower Gam.", you say. He just groans back. You walk to the kitchen and grab the stuff to make pancakes. Out of the corner of your eye you see Gamzee slowly making his way upstairs. After mixing up the pancake batter you start pouring it in the pan making a bunch of pancakes. Gamzee may not look like it, but he eats A LOT. You stack the pancakes onto two plates and add butter and syrup to both. Digging through your fridge you find a container of soper slime and take it out. After pouring it into a bowl you cove the top with whipped cream and set it beside his pancakes. You grab two peach Faygos (my personal favorite flavor) and put them on the table. Once everything's in order you sit and wait for Gamzee to return from his shower.

*Feels like I'm falling in love alone. Stella would you take me home?*

As you wait you think of all the times you and Gamzee have gone through this routine. It's kind of irritating when you actually think about it. Giving up your Saturday nights and good name for him. Because I mean, leaving the club over and over with a guy you're not dating doesn't exactly help your reputation. But it's not like you can just break off whatever this thing is that you have with him, you love him. You have for awhile now, you're just scared that he only sees you as a good time. You'd love to just cuddle and talk about life like couples do but you can't because this relationship isn't real. You're pulled from your thoughts as you hear Gamzee pull out the chair beside you. "Awe thanks sis. You all up and did it big with breakfast.", he smiles lazily at you. His hair looks freshly blow dried and he's shirtless, showing his slim torso. "It's no big deal. I do it all the time.", you say taking a sip of your Faygo. He looks at you with a serious face that you've never seen on him before, maybe Equius, but never him. "No it is a big deal. You all up and do a lot of stuff for me Y/N and I never show any motherfucking appreciation.", he says. "Of course you do Gam. I mean you showed me plenty of appreciation last night right?", you say as a blush spreads over your cheeks. "Is it just me, or does has this whole motherfucking thing felt wrong lately?", asks looking you straight in the eyes. You contemplate whether you should tell him the truth or lie, deciding that the truth is the better option. "Yeah things with us have felt strange lately.", you say looking at your feet. "I think you've got it right on the motherfucking money sis. There is no US. And it feels weird because I feel all kinds of fucking flushed for you but you aren't mine and probably never will be because who wants a dump like me.", he says, the purple blush on his face visible due to his lack of face paint. You just smile and look up at him. "You shouldn't say things like that Gam, you're perfect. And I love you too." you say. He smiles and gives out a loud honk as he pulls you into his chest in a bear hug. "So Y/N does this mean you'll be my motherfucking matesprit?", Gamzee asks. "Of course you big fluff ball.", you say reaching up and ruffling his hair. You both laugh until you accidentally brush one of his horns and Gamzee lets out a growling/purring type noise. Silence fills the air. "Sorry Gam I di-", you're cut short by Gamzee smashing his lips onto yours. He pulls you into the living room and to the couch. He pulls you onto his lap and gives you a pleading look. "Touch them again. Please sis? It feels so motherfucking miraculous.", he practically begs. You pretend to think for a moment  "I suppose, but only because I love you." ~