GamzeeXReader ((one-shot))

    Just like any other day you woke up and got dressed in a (f/c) sweatshirt, darkwash jeans and (f/c) sneakers. You walked into the bathroom and started combing through your ebony hair, being carefull to miss your candy corn colored horns. You were a troll who was getting ready to go to your moirail's hive.  You stared into your (b/c) eyed reflection in the mirror of your respiteblock, trying to look good to impress a certen someone's dancestor. You had a major flushcrush on the purple blood, Gamzee. Kurloz and you became moirails through trollian and met up one day, that same day you saw the troll of your dreams. Ever since then you had always been strange around the juggalo, and never really talked much since Kurloz taught you so much sign lanuage. The mute was able to pick up on your red feelings for the younger troll, and tried to help you with your social stigma. However, his attempts were in great vain.

    The time rolled around to when you had to meet up with 'Loz. You began your trek towards their hive and prayed to Gog that everything would turn out fine. You didn't know it yet, but Kurloz had a solution to your "little" flushcrush issue.

    You arrived at the hive not some ten minutes later. You knocked on the door and then opened it, having a key and being used to the trolls' lack of personal space respect. You walked in, only to see a very mellow clown chilling out on the couch with a faygo in hand. He looked over and saw you, flashing one of his trademark grins over your way. He motioned for you to come over and sit on the couch next to him.

    "Hey there (name)sis. Why don't you all up and motherfuckin' come sit next to me. I would enjoy the company from ya, little mama." He said as you procceded to sit next to the sopor addict. He threw one of his lanky arms around your grey tinted shoulders and pulled you close. You thanked the mirthful messiahs that his attention was focused on the t.v. because your face was flushed a very deep (b/c) at the sudden contact.

    Gamzee's gaze was focused on the tv, until you cleared your throat. "Gam gam, I need to go see 'Loz. That's the reason I came over here in the first place. Do you mind, ya know..." you started glancing at his arm around your shoulder. He lazily shook his head, no.

    "You ain't gettin' away from me that easily, little mama."

    You wondered about what he meant, until your thinkpan's train of thought was interupted by the feel of semi-chaped lips crashing onto your own. At first, it was all shock and your sat stock still. Yet, slowly but surely, you melted into the kiss. He tasted of faygo and sopor, a rather pleasent combination. He lightly bit at your lower lip, asking for enterance. You gladly accepted and fought for dominance, losing to the juggalo clown. You tasted grape Faygo more so now that you allowed him in.

    He broke the kiss first and stared at your own flushed face. "I take it you're as motherfuckin' flushed for me as I am for you?"

    "Yup, I guess I am." you replied, resting your head on his chest, while also trying to avoid hiting your horns against him as much as possible.

----Around the corner----

    'ToLd YoU. nOw YoU oWe Me A mOtHeRfUcKiN' fAyGo.' Kurloz signed at your dancestor, Ivy Rei Sectra.

    "Oh, whateverr. Come on, I don't wanna be herre when things escalate into something morre than kissing. If ya get my drrift." He nodded his head and threw an arm around her waist as they walked off, away from the new couple.