humanstuck gamkar thoughts
- it isn’t until the fourth time an attempt to go further than kissing (you should, right, that’s how far you should be by now after officially dating for so long) turns into a tickle-fight that spans the entire apartment and ends with you sprawled on each other wheezing that you realize maybe this is really just completely stupid.
- “Baba made us a cake,” says Gamzee, and holds out a cake in apology for dripping on your carpets. It’s got an offensive amount of rainbows on it. The icing, in Mr. Makara’s round, careful hand, says “CONGRATULATIONS GAY”. You would be insulted except in the middle of all the rainbows he’s somehow found a way to print a photo of you and Gamzee cuddled up on the couch together and okay, the cake looks really good.
- It take a long time for you to calm him down enough to make out words, but nobody stops to look at the two boys sitting on the park bench in the sunset. Gamzee’s sobbing keeps their faces pointed toward the ground. “–threw me out,” you make out finally, and think about his dad on TV, eyes wide and wild, pounding the pulpit and yelling about fire and torment for eternity. You hold him tight, put your chin in his hair and just hold him as he sobs.
- When you’re sixteen you find a hand-drawn manga lying on the floor of your group study room while you clean up, and it isn’t until page four of Nepeta’s painstakingly sparkly art you realize the dark-haired bishonen with the commanding eyebrows is you, and the flaxen-haired elegantly androgynous figure of his new romantic conquest is meant to be Gamzee.
- Your embarrassment that day is nothing compared to the next, when Gamzee picks it up and recognizes both of you instantly. Out loud. Loudly. You have never seen Nepeta go that red.