*A/N
This is a multi-chapter HUMANSTUCK story so it isn't just a smutty scene, there is a plot to this and it will be long.
Also, I'm sorry for the mistakes because i don't have a proper spell-check program, i will try to fix as many as i can.
ALSO, this is my first fanfic so go easy.
Rated M for future scenes and drug use.
Pairing: Gamzee x Tavros and a little bit of Sollux x Tavros
Homestuck doesn't belong to me, if it did no one would read it.*
Remember this is HUMANstuck
*CHAPTER 1*
Your name is GAMZEE MAKARA and your currently having the WORST time of your life.
You spend the majority of your time sitting in your room just staring at the walls. You tend to zone out a lot ever since you started smoking weed. The shit was miraculous, you couldn't get enough of it. You knew it was bad for you, and you knew it was seriously messing up your head, but you didn't care. Tavros, your best friend, didn't approve of the drug at all, and he constantly reminded you of such. He would pretend to have little fits and constantly argue with you about how you were going
to kill yourself one day.
You shared an apartment with Tavros, and you were trusted to pay most of the bills. Tavros was disabled. Paraplegic. He couldn't really find a way to get money. So you got a job at the nearby library, you figured you'd be able to get away with showing up at work high. It was a quiet place and that was perfect.
You'd chill with Tavros, play Pokemon and bake together. Just do plain simple things that wouldn't cause Tavros to overwork himself. You really loved him. He was always there and he never left your side no matter what. He knew about all of your problems in your past and he cared. He cared. No body ever cared about you. That's what you think anyways.
Having these feeling for Tavros was an extreme problem. You knew you leaned more towards guys when it came to relationships, but you have never told anyone else.
Especially not Tavros. You wanted him to stay with you, you wouldn't risk scaring him away. The main reason you started smoking pot was to get your mind off of the sick things you wanted to do with him. You thought of yourself as disgusting.
Whenever that little bit of blush appeared on his face, you wanted to lean in and kiss him. You wanted to touch him. You desperately wanted to touch him and make him say your name. Every time he awkwardly fumbled with his hands when he was embarrassed. The way he would cutely tilt his head off to the side and pinch his tongue between his teeth when he was concentrating. It was all so adorable to you. You felt sick to your stomach whenever you even began to think of corrupting his innocence. You hated yourself for that. You were sick, and disgusting and people like you deserved to die.
But, temptations. He was so irresistible.
Your childhood may be the reason why your so disgusting today.
When you were younger you father left you, he said nothing and just left. You remember him so well. He always smelled like sea water, maybe because he was a fisherman.
He had a small grey beard and he would scratch it all the time. You'd call him 'goat-dad' and he would laugh and pat your head like he always did. He'd leave for days on fishing trips and come back only to rest a night and leave again. But one time, he never came back. You would sit by the beach and wait for him to come back home.
You were all alone at a little empty beach house for weeks.
Eventually people noticed you all alone on the beach, and someone must have reported it because a tall man came up to you one day and asked you where your parents were.
You didn't say a word. With your left arm extended all the way out in front of you, you pointed at the ocean.
The man didn't say anything, he just pat your head and knelt down beside you. He sat there and stared at the ocean with you.
Eventually he said something.
"My name is Gerald H. Bland, I'm your uncle." He turned his head to look at you, " If you like you can come live with me." as he said that he stood up and offered a hand. You reached up with your hand and stood up. You were only about seven years old so you were staring at his stomach. You looked up with an almost confused look on your face.
You still didn't say anything but you still held on to his hand. You looked at the ground and nodded twice, he squeezed your hand a little.
Little did you know you just made the worst decision of you life.
Your uncle was fucking insane. He would expect you to do everything one hundred percent, if you failed to do so he would hit you with his fists or a club. He was always hard on you and you were terrified of him. But you never dared to defy him.
One time you rescued a baby bird you found at the park, it was injured and wasn't going to make it much longer. Your uncle made you kill it. You were always a kind and
loving person, and you would have never hurt anything ever. But you wouldn't dare defy your uncle, so you killed it.
Your uncle would choke you and scratch you in your sleep. He'd come home drunk at night and he would touch you. You never said a word as he did this though, you were too scared that he would hit you or worse.
He never went farther then touching you, but it still made you curl up and cry and scream into your pillow when he was gone. You knew it was wrong, even though you were young, you still knew.
He would do it every night and it got more frequent, but you still never moved or said a word. You were smarter than that.
He never talked about it, he was always gone during the day at work. Fishing and doing his daily rounds. While he was gone you would walk along the beach or just sit in your room and cry.
You were terrified but you couldn't tell anyone. You didn't go to school, you had no friends and no job was provided for you considering you were only seven years old.
You loved the water but you never learned how to swim, and you were scared of fish. You were ashamed to admit it though. You remember once when you were younger you walking along the shore and you seen a boy and a girl out swimming in the water.
You sheepishly waved at them but they didn't see. So you sighed and continued on walking. Slouched over with your hands in your pockets. Kicking the occasional rock that appeared in front of your shoeless foot.
Often you would collect shells and try to sell them to people but no one would buy them. You actually made a little stand once and put a sign up for 5 cent shells. No body bought any.
Your uncle continued his abuse and molestation until you turned around twelve years old. That's when it got worse.
He'd begin to beat you when you were down, hitting you with a bat or a club. You'd scream until it felt like your chest would rip right out, but you knew no one would hear you. All you could do is lie there helplessly and listen to the sound of your bones cracking.
Your uncle would take you to the hospital and make up an excuse like a biking accident and try to make it sound like it was all your fault. Of course you would go along with it out of fear.
Not only had the abuse gotten worse so did the touching.
He would come home drunk (as usual) and come into your room, of course you were prepared, wide awake but your eyes were closed. He'd begin running his hands all over you, scratching you and pulling your hair.
Then he kissed you.
He actually kissed you and bit your bottom lip, like actually bit down on it, drawing blood. That's when your eyes flew open and you began to freak out, visibly shaking. Your uncle-
You don't want to remember anymore.
You take a long drag off your joint, holding in the smoke before blowing out out in front of you and laughing a little at the colour.
Your nine-teen years old and you've been living with Tavros for three months now.
What was that bad thing that happened today again?
WOOH I'm leaving you hanging!
Ill probably post the next chapter soon
Hope you liked it. -Pepi