posessive/obsessive gamzee!!! he got it real bad for reader but they're taken by someone who doesn't deserve them (not straight up abusive but i guess neglectful? leaving it up to you actually fuck it) i love it when he gets mad asf, iconic shit, he needs to kill more methinks
[Take your hand and walk away.] [Gamzee x human!reader] [scenario]
Summary: Gamzee is flushed for you and cannot sit by while your 'matesprit' doesn't treat a miracle with reverence like you deserve. He's had enough. (Troll/human society, no sburb.)
Warnings:Yandere (is it even yandere if hes just like that) Gamzee is his own warning, Murder/Manipulation/coercion/toxic behavior by Gamzee, Cheating (by you), Gamzee being fucking insane about you. Possible OOC characters.
Word count: 1.4k
A/N: babes, how'd you know I just got out of a neglectful relationship,,, this is gonna be long and self indulgent bc in my heart I need that ugly white man to pay, thank u for the self care xoxo this is also my first time writing yandere/even remotely dark content so,,, gimme grace.
Gamzee Makara is not known for wanting. Has never outwardly expressed that emotion to his friends, always one to go with the flow. To see the beauty in life passing him by.
Sure, he loves his moirail, loves his lusus, loves all of his other freaky troll friends, regardless of blood color or oddities.
You're different, you make him yearn.
You, with your silly human customs, your humor, your sweet little personality, the way your eyes soften when they drift to him. It drives him crazy, blood pumper pounding so hard in his chest and not even sopor can relax him.
Gamzee wants and wants and wants, more than he's ever wanted anything before.
In the mess of his hive, he falls to his knees, palms against one another and he prays.
Prays for strength, prays for a miracle, to give him any semblance of control over himself.
You're a tiny little human, and despite not caring about caste systems, Gamzee is fully aware on what he is, what he is capable of, he doesn't want you to be hurt. He prays and prays that you're safe, whether it be from him or others.
He doesn't take kindly to that motherfucker you claim as your 'partner'.
The purple blood feels his body tense, just thinking of the ungrateful piece of shit who claims to love you.
Claims to love you, yet leaves you alone, neglects to talk to you, doesn't even attempt to spend a fucking minute in your presence without being asked.
It makes his stomach churn. His blood boil.
The only word that comes to his thinkpan is "Unworthy."
The motherfucker has no clue what he has, what they have chasing after them, begging for a scrap of attention, of love or care. The bare minimum.
Gamzee snarls, moving to get up from his prayer position, rolling his neck til he hears an audible pop.
Enough.
Despite what anyone thinks, Gamzee is more calculated than possibly imagined.
He knows how to get what he wants, to push and pull to get his narrative flowing. The sopor pulls it but at his core, he knows just how to manipulate and put people at eaze.
The clown guise helps, especially in times like these.
terminallyCapricious [TC] began pestering Crypticafflection [CA]
TC: WhAt ThE FuCk Is Up On ThIs BeAuTiFuL DaY My SwEeT LiL MiRaClE?
CA: Oh, Hi Gamz! It's been,,,alright I guess.
TC: DoEsN'T SoUnD LiKe It My GoOd SiS, LaY It On A MoThErFuCkEr.
CA: I'm just,,, so tired. I'm so tired of being left behind. They don't even try to spend time with me anymore Gamz, what'd I do wrong? I try and be a good partner, I try so hard and its not enough. He used to love me,,,, what happened?
(That rush of anger floods his bones, makes him grit his teeth hard enough to hurt.)
TC: NoW Im NoT BeInG An ExPeRt At ThIs MoThErFuCkInG ThInG, Yo
TC: BuT If He AiNt TrEaTiNg A SiStEr LiKe ThE WiCkEd ShIt YoU ArE, YoU ShOuLd AlL Up AnD LeAvE, LiL MiRaClE
TC: nO nEeD tO pUt yOuR bAd mOtHeRfUcKiNg sElF aLl uP aNd tHrOuGh tHaT sHiT.
CA: It's just a rough patch,,, I'm just being overdramatic and thinking way too much into it probably. I'm sorry for bothering you with my stupid problems. Please forget I said anything Gamz, I'll talk to you later :)
crypticAfflection [CA] has ceased pestering terminallyCapricious [TC]
The troll runs a clawed hand through his curls, trying desperately to not lose his shit and destroy his husktop. No amount of sopor in his body can truly calm the amount of rage in his veins.
You think you're at fault, that you're the reason why that ingrate fucking waste of space doesn't love you.
It makes his sight go fuzzy.
Absolutely fucking not.
If anyone walked by his room, they'd hear the symphony of things breaking in the air.
You don't think anything of it, of all the trolls, Gamzee is your favorite, why would it be weird for him to drop by more?
He's mellow, always shooting you a sharp tooth smile, always joking with you and checking in on you. Resting a large hand on your head, ruffling your hair as he sits by, staring at you with his full attention.
They don't, so it's only natural you become so attached to the tall lanky troll.
What else are you supposed to do? It's nice to be wanted, to be sought out. It's intoxicating.
It was hard not to confide in him, to find comfort in his arms.
Gamzee is all encompassing.
It starts off slowly, Gamzee actively inserting himself into your routine more.
Oh? You're going to the store? Well why not let him tag along?
Need a pick me up? Gamzee is there with his husktop, tugging you into his side so can both watch.
It feels...wrong for him to wrap himself around you, his hands rubbing up and down your sides. He's so warm, so comforting. He wraps himself around you, acting as a shield.
Your stupid fucking 'partner' stood you up because of work? Your Gamz is there, bringing over some juggling clubs to your house to distract you.
It doesn't take long til he starts whispering in your ears.
"NoW, JuSt BeTwEeN YoU AnD FuCkInG Me SiS, AiNt No MoThErFuCkIn ReAsOn FoR HiM To Up AnD LeAvE YoU HaNgIn' It AiN'T RiGhT."
"A ReAl MoThErFuCkEr WoUlD NeVeR LeAvE SuCh A SwEeT MiRaClE AlL By HeRsElF, AbSoLuTe BlAsPhEmY."
"ThIs IsNt WhAt ThE Up AnD MeRcIfUl MeSsIaHs WoUlD WaNt FoR YoU LiL MaMa, ThInK AbOuT ThAt? No WaY In ThIs WoNdErFuL LiFe, YoU DeSeRvE MoRe. :0)"
It's not not that his words are fake, but he definitely is laying it on thick, like a little devil on your shoulder reminding you of all the issues you and your partner have.
Come to him crying? He wraps his arms around you, lifting you up to rock you, softly honking a tune til the cute smile of yours comes back.
Just needing some affection? He's all down for it, throwing himself back on his horn pile, pulling you down to straddle his hips, thumbs making circles on your hips.
(He feels his bulge strain, desperately wanting to claim you, but he wills it away. Not yet.)
The clown faced troll starts to treat you like you're his, small claims such as smearing his face paint on you, making you wear his clothes when you stay late at his home.
His thinkpan buzzes with possessiveness.
Gamzee knows he has you under his thumb, watches the way you nuzzle into his hand, not even thinking about this same hand could punch a whole through a man's chest clean through.
Not a flicker of fear in your eyes as you beg him for some love, starved little thing aren't you?
Gamzee has given you all the fuel to leave but you won't.
But you won't leave that sorry excuse of a matesprit.
Fine. Gamzee can handle it. No reason to worry your sweet lil head about the logistics.
Any other sane human or troll would remind you, you're spoken for. You don't need his meddling.
Gamzee is not sane however, he doesn't give a fuck. You're meant to be his.
The Messiahs said so.
It doesn't take much to find your so called partner, working another late night at the job they claim is more important than you. Typical.
The dumbass doesn't see the lanky troll trailing behind him, doesn't even hear the heavy footsteps emitting from the darkness.
Doesn't take even a fraction of his strength to swing the club full force, completely caving in fuckface's shin, a scream piercing the air.
It's funny how little the man looks now, tears flooding his eyes and the way his face turns pale when he turns his head.
Seeing just who it was to attack him.
"It's you?"
The sack of shit pitfully laughs out, gritting his teeth after.
"You could have that bitch for all I care, good fuck-"
One hand wraps around his throat, pulling him up in the air with ease.
Gamzee takes great enjoyment and watching one mutilated leg dangle, blood making puddles.
The highblood tilts his head, bloody red eyes zeroed on the human. Fingers twitching to just strangle him and get it over with. To get this shitstain off of this planet.
“No HaTe HeRe, BrOtHeR. I’m JuSt GOnNa PuT YoU DoWn BeFoRe YoU Go AnD fUcK uP hEr HeArT aGaIn.”
Gamzee's curled up on top of you, his face nuzzled into your chest, small honks emitting from his chest in contentment.
When you bring up the fact that your now ex hasn't been seen in awhile, and that, his apartment seemed abandoned.
Gamzee can't help but shake in the excitement of you being all his.
Trying to crawl into your skin, wanting to open your ribcage and make himself a permanent fixture.
Finally. No obstacles.
