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[clownkind]

so here’s my submission for @nougatships‘ yuletide event!! im sorry its kind of cringy and i haven’t written anything in so long so most of it is probably really awkward and static

gamzee x reader (aka me) / 1,045 words / rated s for soft

Your apartment flickered with Christmas lights, and the homely smell of cinnamon, apples, and pine was ever-so present. (Which was frankly a nice change, from the smell of faygo and old takeout food that mostly took up your home.) The earlier part of the day had been taken up by you and Gamzee decorating the house with actual Christmas decorations, mostly borrowed from your friends, and a few shitty DIYs. While he didn’t really understand what Christmas was, it’d become a tradition for the two of you to celebrate both human and troll holidays. It was fair to say a lot of the year was spent celebrating. The latter part of the day would be spent attending a fancy Christmas party that you somehow got invited to. Currently, you had about an hour or so to squeeze into a tight dress, put on some uncomfortable shoes and do an immaculate hairdo. But of course, you’d gotten a migraine and painkillers weren’t helping. You sighed loudly and buried your face into a couch cushion.

“Ey bb you know we gotta get ready,” Gamzee spoke from a room over.

“I know, but I’m so tired and I feel like shit.”

There was a moment of silence before you heard the soft pad of feet walking towards you. Then you felt Gamzee trying to squeeze himself onto the sliver of space that was left next to you on the couch and you shuffled around to face him. And even though he was still a mess, because apparently not a lot of “getting ready” was happening at all,  you just wanted to take a mental picture of the moment. He was smiling, not a dopey smile, not even a grin, just a real genuine smile, and you couldn’t help but smile back. You made some lingering eye contact for a moment before you hugged him and buried your face in his chest. It all felt so comfortable and he smelled like sandalwood and cheap cologne, which was a fairly familiar scent by now. You didn’t really know whether it was the “power of love” or the painkillers finally kicking in but you felt just a bit better.

He traced a hand up your arm, “or… we could stay home?” and waggled his eyebrows when you looked up.

You laughed but then shook your head, “We’ve never been invited to one of these things before y’know, kind of a special occasion.”

You lightly pushed Gamzee off of you and he yelped (it was definitely more of a honk) as he dramatically fell to the ground. You snorted but helped him up, and finally got the sheer willpower to start getting ready.

About 10 minutes before you had to leave, and you were more or less ready. The flowy dress had fit kind of weirdly and the heeled shoes were so uncomfortable, as assumed, but you were already stressed enough that at this point you didn’t have enough brain capacity to fuss about it. In the bathroom you were still applying a few final touches to the look. Some light makeup, lots of perfume, and some festive earrings. Once you were mostly satisfied with your outfit you stepped out the bathroom, and admired what you had in your hand, the cherry on top of all of this, the obnoxiously large Christmas tree necklace you were going to wear.

“Hey Gamz can you help with the--”

The words get stuck in your throat for a moment and your face flushes. His hair is slicked back, and he’s wearing a simple grey suit. If you were more of a douche you’d definitely say he cleans up nice.

“--uh the- my necklace.”

You tread over and sit down in front of him so he can help put it on for you.

He leans in right next to your ear as he’s closing the clasp and says lowly, “Well you’re motherfucking gorgeous, as usual.”

“Might I say the same to you,” You try to say confidently but your voice lulls to a whisper.

He starts kissing your neck and wraps a hand around your waist, and though you want to give in, your gaze eventually slides over to the clock on the wall.

“Oh god we gotta go.”

You quickly stand up, grab your purse, coat and are almost out the door when you notice Gamzee’s still lingering inside.

“Motherfuck it smells like something’s burning in here,” He says as he exaggeratedly sniffs the air.

“I blew out the candles, there’s nothing else that should be burning. The oven shouldn’t even be...” You trail off.

The two of you look at each other and without even saying anything you’re both thinking: the damn pies.

Everyone was asked to bring something to the party, and naturally you wanted to bring something easy like alcohol or napkins or whatever, but Gamzee convinced you to bake something so you could hopefully impress people and maybe even seem like the couple who’s actually got their shit together and does stuff. Plus, he was a way better baker than you had expected. The point was, an array of at least 5 pies had been in the oven, and they were probably burnt to a crisp now.

He’s in the kitchen first and is already opening the oven. Your face is hit with a blast of warm air as you intently look at the pastries.

“They look… fine?” You ask in confusion

“What temperature did you preheat the oven to?”

“I don’t know, the lowest I think.”

He sighs, putting a hand on his forehead and then brushing it through his gelled hair, “It’s a miracle that you’re an absolute dumbass.”

You playfully hit him on the arm, “Okay come on let’s get the pies and go.”

And once again, you ready yourself to finally go, and you both carry those bad boys out like waiters. Finally shutting your door and heading out to what would hopefully be a night of fun.

Overall, you’re about 15 minutes late and apologize profusely, but you’re still met with a warm welcome. As you enter the lavishly decorated house, you grab Gamzee’s arm and look around excitedly as you note the great vary of guests already there.

“This is gonna be fun.”

#i havent written a 1000 words in like 2 years #THIS IS SO BAD THOUGHHH AJKSDHFK #like my brain physically shrinks every time i read it again #self ship #my writing #self shipping #gamzee makara #homestuck #gamzee x reader #fanfiction #f/os #fictional other #afjdscdjfdmvnfjghskfhjdhaskdjiehfur #hs #homestuck self shipping #creamsoda faygo