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Yandere Gamzee please? But like... sweet yandere 🥺

Sorry I was gone for so long 😓😓😓I tried to write this four times and it deleted every time so here we go

YaNdErE gAmZeE mAkArA

He was just slumped over karkats shoulder watching him, watch you. You were so happy to be playing this game, but in your eyes you were so scared. He needed to protect you. He had to.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the way you smiled when he first saw you on the monitor. You were a gift, his gift. He knew that he had to get close to you. So he started to troll you. To try and make you smile whenever he could. It made him so happy

When you first meet it’s a ride. He immediately wraps you in a hug and doesn’t let go u til your legs give in and you both fall over. He’s so happy your here!

For the first few days you say in his room- whatever trolls call it, you forget.

But one day you realized you never actually left

Now gamzee a semi-lucid, selfish Yandere

He wants all your attention at all times. He’s very loving and sweet to you. He’s convinced himself you’re a perfect gift from his Merthful Messiahs. He knows he shouldn’t keep you away from your friends but he has to, his mind has become so convoluted that all he can think about is his perfect gift, you.

He mostly keeps you in his respiteblock, unless you desperately ask him to let you go out and talk to someone.

He complies because well, he feels bad. He’ll cling to you and give you kisses every time you seem to stop playing attention to him. You did that way too often

He didn’t let you go back out

He’s addict, he’s chasing the high he get from being with you, and, like an addict, he need more and more of your time and affection to keep himself satisfied, to keep the parts of himself that scream to kill you at bay... he’ll keep you at all costs, even if it means hurting you. You can’t leave, he doesn’t even need pie or faygo anymore! You keep The Grand Highblood away, you keep kurloz away.

You keep them away

He’s always clinging to you now, not just when you leave anymore, which youre not allowed to anymore, he’s cradling you in his arms. You’re his relief, his happiness, his everything.

He brings you food water anything, just don’t leave okay? He’ll make sure you’re always well taken care of and even if he does need to chain you up for anything he’ll always be gentle

But don’t wait too long to summit, you wouldn’t want any unwanted... things... to pop up would you?

Oh and if you do ever try to leave well,

im sorry my motherfuckin gift YOU AINT GOING NO WHERE

OMG THIS IS BEAUTIFUL I LOVE THIS THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH 😭 THIS IS TALENTED WRITTING KEEP IT UP

Scenario, what could push them to confess?

Characters : Tavros, Gamzee Content warnings : I don't think there's anything notable heavy to mention, Insecurities are a topic of discussion but it all ends well, Gamzee has his own warnings, murder, for one, but it all ends well. Potentially and likely not a perfect capture of character, but hey, it was fun.

Tavros Nitram

Some would say he could be peer pressured and i wouldn't deny it being unshocking to an extent, but not this much.

He's a pushover, but he becomes a brick wall when it comes to accepting good things. Unfortunately, you are the kindest thing- person- in his life.

He could be pressured into making steps into being open about his love for you in a handful of ways, if he believed these were things that'd make you happy, but he couldn't convince himself that a confession might be one of those things easily at all.

He might actually be as stubborn as a bull instead of a pushover in regards to this, which is statistically rare enough for it to be a notable thing.

He would be fully okay with loving you forever, and he would for as long as you had space for him in your life, he doesn't allow for himself to hope that he might be the same for you.

But enough of this frankly heartbreaking build-up, what could push him to confess?

Your feelings, and especially insecurities.

If he saw, for himself, that you loved him this way but didn't allow yourself to hope, he would improvise his confession on spot. it doesn't matter how he could have planned, it just has to be heard by you.

Insecurities are not at the wheel for once in his life, not if it in/directly lead to you doubting whether this type of love was requited or not.

Sure, he's freaking the fuck out, your guy isn't even remotely composed, he's just high off of an emotional adrenaline rush because your emotional turmoil affects him like witnessing a car crash with the best viewing experience.

If he found out you worried over whether you could "lose" everything you've built together because you're you, he might just fall apart and confess in a freight train of emotion so heavy it'd put hydrolic press' to shame.

Or, if the gods of love and matchmaking held hands and channeled their powers into your entire social circle, he could be pushed by an army of wingmen.

It gets easier to believe for Tavros if he witnesses the people who'd rather kill themselves than not be at each other's throat actually agree on something for once, seriously, if Aradia and Vriska can agree on something mundane for the first time since the incident, then maybe it's not the most unbelievable thing that could happen.

Vriska probably helps, if only because she doesn't wish the purgatory of pining upon anyone. If he gets rejected at least it's finally over, as far as she's concerned, and if he doesn't then the only change in results is Tarvos being happier.

Another thing is if you were sick and trusted him to take care of you, I don't imagine trolls let each other know when they're sick.

Regardless of what exactly you are, if you trusted him to do this then the chances are he'll feel more confident in ripping the bandaid of his feelings as well.

He probably blurts it out on accident while saying something like "(…) uh,, i don't think i'd like me,, if i didn't care for my partner,,,-"

Anyhow, if the push is from peerpressure, it'd be in a scenario where someone tries to convince you to confess but it goes terribly wrong so Tavros has to stop you from convincing yourself it's not mutual. He'd be yollo-ing the entire thing because he frankly wouldn't know how to soothe a fear he constantly feels which shape his most painful nightmares. it'd hurt less if he broke his legs again.

Gamzee Makara

So, this fucker. Where to begin.

Sly and smarter than he allows people to believe, yet, he too has a heart somewhere in there, unfortunately for him.

He frankly has put himself in a bit of a corner, because if he hasn't confessed to you before he went on a rampage, then he'll have a lot to answer to at the spot.

Let's begin with what could push him to confess before he got the blood of his friends on his hands.

You getting sick, especially if you allowed him to help you. That much trust and faith would push him to trust you with handling his feelings gently.

People picking on you, he'd pretend to be high as a kite while defending you because it's the only way he can hold himself back from turning the fucker that rained on your parade into paint-paste.

But, because he'd be focusing so much on why he loves you, he might have a slip of the tongue and say something along the lines of 'a motherfucker that can't see the miracle of (your) red blessings has gotta be blind' when the offender is gone and he's reassuring you that he meant every word, you can do what you will with that impromptu confession.

Ideally, you'd accept it, but it's not like I'm your boss. You wouldn't be getting paid for it.

A lot of the things that'd cause him to push would be moments where he would feel a need to defend or take your side of an argument. He always wants to be on the same side as you, damn all else involved, it could all be miracles but he puts yours above all else.

Because you chose him, and he will choose you.

Another thing, he wants to be the one you choose, so he might actually be pushed to confess if/when he feels insecure. He does not want to be replaced, he does not want someone else to matter more to you and get sidelined. He does not want you to get bored of him.

And that'd push him to maybe lie to the person who happens to be the cause of this insecurity and shoo them away for a day or two while he gets his head in the game and tells you everything he has been feeling, and how he has been so fucking scared to lose you.

Because he's terrified of mattering less to you.

Now, before we get to the point in the timeline where he looses it, he'd do his best to not lose it around you. But even if he did, it wouldn't be directed towards you, not that anything could make him feel better, if causes fear in you he will feel that guilt like it'll be permanent. Even if it gets better.

If he causes you to fear it could ever be directed at you, he'll put everything else aside and tell you why he could never, because he loves you too much to forgive himself if he ruined the miracle of you choosing to stick around.

This is similar to what happens if you ever happened to cross paths with him while he was on a rampage, which would be unlikely because he'd do his best to avoid you while hunting down the ones he's after.

He'd still have the mind to tell you he wouldn't hurt you, but he would pray in his mind to something that you won't try to fight him, or try to stop him in general, however that concern is second place. He fights with the intention to kill, and he doesn't wanna kill you.

He might fight and claw until he has ruined this joke everyone else has seen him as, this joke his entire life has been written to be viewed as until now, but he does not want to write a world where he has written you out of his life.

At worst, he'd run and beg you to forgive him later while he explains why he ran, which is because he didn't trust himself to fight you.

At best, he'd compromise and stop for now if you questioned why he has been avoiding you during his rampage, instead of trying to stop him.

Afterwards, when the blood is dry and a smear on the wall? Well, the thing that would push him is his fear of losing you. He's scared to reach, but far more terrified to lose something he could have kept had he just tried.

So, he does.

He'd text you to meet up with him, and ask you to stay. Not as much of a confession if you silently comply, but if you asked why, he'd confess it in a voice so silent it no longer sounds like him.

"BeCaUsE i'M fLuShEd AnD sElFiSh, LiL mAmA, I mOtHeRfUcKiNg KnOw I dOn'T dEsErVe ThIs. A MoThErFuCkEr LiKe Me ShOuLdN't EvEn TrY(..)" ..He can't even bring himself to finish the sentence, but he still has it in him to say one last thing.

"PlEaSe DoN't Go"

Thank you to everyone slowly trickling into my inbox with requests. I love you all even if it's taking me literal years to get shit posted. I love being able to pop into my inbox and see more requests its honestly so fun. I'm slowly working on your guys' requests when I get the free time so keep sending more!

So far I've been working on:

Professor Kukui smut. Not an x reader but honestly it's such a lovingly detailed absolutely filthy request I can't wait to get it posted.

Standoffish!Reader x Gamzee

Marvus x Reader fluff. It's so sweet guys!

Mallek x Reader one-shot. Not specified the ask just says "Mallek x Reader pls?".

TMNT!Mikey x Artist!Reader

Platonic!Quicksilver x Reader. ANON IDK YOU BUT WE ARE KISSING. KISSING I TELL YOU.

Nightcrawler x Reader request that was literally just "I'm here to enable you. Give me a Nightcrawler x Reader so indulgent you wouldn't even show your friends." I think it is the same anon who sent the platonic Quicksilver request and I want you to know we're married now. The honeymoon draws near. I am signing over all my wordly assets amen.

Okay okay but consider a fic about Gamzees s/o thats really tough and standoffish but is only soft around Gamzee. Bonus points for cuddles.

Well after far too long its finally done! I only rewrote the entire thing seven times because I felt I didn't do it any justice lol. But it's posted now! I hope you enjoy it anon!

Miscommunication

Gamzee x Standoffish!Reader

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Life wasn’t always kind, it didn't wait for people to catch their breaths, it didn't let you get used to what it threw at you, and it certainly never slowed down. Life had taught you the best thing to do was to meet it halfway and keep trudging. You had built a calloused exterior over time to deal  with it. The sort of exterior that pushed people away because you couldn’t bring yourself to accept a hand held out in your direction. There was always some clause, some string, attached and you’d be damned before you fell for it. So for all of life’s pitfalls you’d hardened yourself against the potential. It worked as long as you didn’t count all the people you never meant to rub wrong- which you rarely did. If people were meant to be in your life they'd chip away at the walls you'd been steadfast in reinforcing, though you could admit to yourself you often made it far harder for people than you meant to. A small sacrifice for protection against getting hurt again.

Or so you had told yourself.

You’d been happy to be a prickly douche to whoever so much as looked at you for too long, snapping and glaring at every little thing life threw at you, and then you'd met Gamzee. The most spaced out, laid back motherfucker you had ever seen. Nothing fazed the troll. No barbed comment, no sneered look, no potential fight. It was as if he lived in a perpetual bubble of chill and good peace. After awhile it seemed almost cruel on your end to be mean to him at all. You’d been looking for a roommate to share your apartment with- rent was getting tighter each day and you knew it was only a matter of time before a check finally bounced- and Gamzee had simply made himself right at home. 

You had wanted an Alternian roommate specifically to guarantee they’d mind their business so you could mind yours. Too bad Gamzee never got that memo. Or maybe he had and simply ignored it. Just like he’d ignored your attempts to make him leave you alone and stop letting himself into your room to “hang” or sprawling along the couch to be in your personal bubble. No matter how many times you snapped and snarled and attempted to get him to do as everyone else did and fuck off he had remained. In fact the more you tried to scare him off the more he seemed to make himself right at home. It completely baffled you at first as to why you couldn't make him leave and then slowly you had begun to accept it. 

Begrudgingly and with the same level of discomfort as someone having their teeth pulled. 

That seemed to be all Gamzee needed to get truly comfortable. The minute you had begun to see Gamzee as a friend and start to open up to the clown he’d dug his claws in with all the glee of a child refusing to let go of a beloved toy. He invited you everywhere with him, sometimes not even waiting for an answer. You had thought it the desperate actions of a quadrantless troll- until he finally introduced you to his “palest of diamonds”. Karkat was like looking in a fucked up funhouse mirror. The two of you snapping at each other and pushing away in all the similar ways. It was no wonder Gamzee had seemed so comfortable with you. He had a type! And apparently you fit the bill. It had taken much longer for you and Karkat to get acquainted than it had with Gamzee but when you did it was clear the clown had used the same tactics he was using on you now to get Karkat as his moirail. 

A complete and utter disregard for your stubborn and standoffish nature. 

Though according to Karkat your long term roommate had a dark side, one you hadn’t seen and was hard to believe, but sometimes you thought you caught glimpses of it when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Calculating lucidity that would flicker in his otherwise stoned and glazed over eyes. It was easy to dismiss. 

But today you were reconsidering that dismissal. 

It had started out all the same. You’d had the day off work and had taken to lounging on the couch with your phone using the TV as background noise. Whatever conversation you had started out having with one of your few friends had devolved into archaic memes and had long abandoned coherence a good fifteen minutes or so ago. Gamzee would be home soon, you had memorized his schedule out of necessity from the times he’d wandered into the bathroom to grab some of his things while you had been showering. The mortification had been brutal and your landlord had banned changing the locks in the apartment for reasons lost to you. So the bathroom lock remained broken and you had memorized Gamzee’s schedule as a consequence. Since then there had been no mortifying bathroom mishaps. Not that Gamzee had seemed bothered at any point, he hadn’t been creepy about it either, just grabbing his things as if you weren’t there at all. You weren’t sure whether to be grateful or concerned but had settled uneasily on grateful. Today was no different than any other when he got back. Humming and chuckling to himself as he shed off his jacket and left it on the floor when he came in- another losing battle with him- before wandering into the kitchen without a care in the world. It was as if he hadn’t even realized you were home as he rooted around in the fridge for what you assumed was faygo. The two of you would have to go grocery shopping sometime soon, food and drinks were getting low again. You could hear him shut the fridge with his hip and the soft hiss of carbonation as he unscrewed the lid on his soda and wandered into the living room where you were still curled up on the couch. For a moment neither of you said anything and then you could feel as his eyes slid to and over you. Again that rare lucid clarity came to his eyes in a brief flash before it was replaced by the ever present glaze as he smiled wide to see you. 

“Hey buddy! You all up and got the day off?”

“Yeah. Figured I’d just relax.”

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.” He was still smiling that crooked smile as he hooked one long leg over the top of the couch and began climbing over it. You watched mildly unbothered by whatever strange fancy had struck him now as you continued sharing memes on your phone with your friend. Unfortunately that was all the acceptance Gamzee needed to plop onto the couch and then flop directly on top of you.

“Gamzee what are you doing?” You asked calmly. Maybe a little bit tiredly knowing from the start that it was a losing battle. 

“I’m just gettin’ my cuddle on.” He replied cheerful as ever. One arm snaked underneath your back to wrap around you as he began slowly inching his way up your body to rest his head on your chest. He’d had the fortunate thought to tilt his head so you wouldn’t be gored by his long goat-like horns. But it didn’t stop him from snuggling himself closer. Sighing heavily you set your phone aside and wrapped an arm around his neck. 

“Didn’t we have a talk about this yesterday?”

“I dunno. Did we? I just wanna get my motherfuckin’ cuddles on. Feelin’ all sorts a clingy lately.” 

“What do you mean?” You asked curiously but Gamzee’s mind was clearly already drifting away as he snuggled into your hold. One of his hands dangled off the couch with the bottle of faygo and you hoped he wouldn’t drop it. It took forever to clean up and you’d just cleaned the rug not even three days ago. For a while the two of you just laid there, Gamzee’s ear twitching as he listened to your heartbeat. His clawed fingertips on the arm wrapped around you tapped what you figured must be the beat of your heart on your side. You were half asleep underneath him, the chilled weight of his body helping calm you, when he finally shifted. You glanced down at him and found his chin resting on your chest as he looked up at you. Again that lucidity had returned to his eyes as he watched you. 

And then the unthinkable happened. The thing that turned your thoughts on the clown upside down. 

He slid in closer and before you realized what he was doing he had pressed his lips to yours. The first thing you registered was that they were cold, the second thing had been the slick slide of the greasepaint he wore as his mouth moved against yours, and the third was the way he was still staring at you. His eyes were still open, still watching, as he pressed his mouth to yours insistently. Your sound of confused surprise was muffled as he shifted his head just so and his tongue licked across the meat of your bottom lip. Eyes wide and shocked you tensed and he nipped lightly at your mouth before pulling away a more smug smile on his face. 

“You taste like popsicles.” He told you voice pitched strangely. Swallowing nervously you struggled to find words to even say to him. 

“Gamzee?”

“Hm?”

“What the hell was that for?” You hated how meek you sounded but the shock had been too great. He’d never even given you an inclination he saw you as anything more than a good friend.

“A motherfucker can’t just all up and kiss his matesprit?” He asked, clearly confused. 

“Your what?” 

His eyes suddenly went as wide as yours, a startling look on his face as he seemed to struggle to keep them open most of the time. 

“Oh shit.” He breathed, “I forgot to ask you.”