AN: Hey guys. HoW tHe MoThErFuCk ArE yOu? I was brainstorming just now, and somehow, I came up with a beautiful plot (or at least something I think is beautiful and makes my best friend crey). It is for AU human!trolls in high school stuck. It has the kids too, but the main focus of this fic is Gamzee.
WARNINGS: IF YOU'RE OFFENDED BY PROFANITY, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN HERE? YOU WOULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN THROUGH MUCH OF HOMESTUCK, LET ALONE ENOUGH TO BE INTERESTED IN ITS FANFICTION. ALSO, THIS CRAP IS RATED FUCKING 'M' FOR A REASON, YOU SHITSPONGE. DON'T EXCEPT IT TO ALL BE CUTE KISSY-HUGGY SHIT, THERE'S GOING TO BE FUCKING PORN.
Disclaimer: I don't own Homestuck, otherwise it wouldn't be nearly as clever. I do not own any of the following characters, so if they don't 100% fit what you think they are, my fucking bad.
Anyway, it will be told from a Gam-focused POV, sort of like I am sitting on his shoulder and telling you the story from what thoughts I hear drift out of his ears.
The only definite pairings I can tell you are AradiaXFeferi, RoseXKanaya and SolluxXEridan. It might not all start OUT with those pairings, but they're going to definitely be there maybe about mid-way through. Chill?
On with the show!
Gamzee Makara was a popular high school junior. He came from a very well off, high class family that had a lot of money and a lot of prestige. That fact aside, he was a very attractive young adult. He had a square jaw, a strong chin, and high and sharp cheek bones. He had deep-set eyes, giving him an adorable, tired-looking quality that made his indigo irises stand out. His shoulders were broad in an attractive, manly way and he had lovely muscles covering his body. It wasn't overkill, he wasn't like a muscle builder, just someone who got a healthy amount of exercise.
Over that however, he was the school stoner. He bought and dealt a number of illegal drugs, gaining him instant fame among the other students. Most of the time, he was happy-go-lucky and stoned off of his ass. No one really disliked him much (other than Karkat, but he didn't really hate him, he just hated the way he typed).
That is, no one disliked Gamzee Makara when he was stoned. No one really knew what he was like when he was sober, but they all figured he was just as amiable.
Anyone who came to that conclusion, however, was dead wrong.
The Gamzee that was not high on some narcotic was moody and unpredictable, and cynical on top of it all. He considered himself a sociopath, feeling little emotion for those around him other than scorn and strong dislike.
More so than this, he spent much of his time at home, in his room and on his computer. He searched many things that involved gore and corpses, finding these things held his interest the most.
The idea of a limp, dead body perplexed Gamzee. What would holding it feel like? How would the swing of the head rolling back as you picked up the body tug against your grip?
He had a feeling one day he might end up going to jail for murder. It was something that made him sick to his stomach, but he did little to stop his habits in watching these gory things on the web all day when he was not smoking a joint or popping an inappropriate amount of pills.
For now, instead of drawing blood, he'd have to settle for emotional torment. For several weeks, he had been trying to think of exactly what he could do to entertain himself. Although scrolling through pages upon pages of skin-eating diseases and reading about famous murder cases was always an option, he could only stand so much of routine. He wanted something new, something to throw off the pattern his life had slowly become over the years.
Gamzee Makara wanted to fuck shit up.
A very possible idea had begun to form in his head, an idea that brought a cruel leer to his face.
Emotionally fucking over people his own age was about the simplest task one could try to accomplish. However, the strongest and most effective way to hurt someone was to destroy their heart.
Gamzee was well aware of the lax on sexuality that seemed to run throughout his entire school. Especially within his sizable group of friends, most of the males and females went both ways, choosing no specific gender that they had interest in.
This said, Gamzee was well aware of the charm he possessed, and pairing such a thing with his looks, he could easily seduce whomever he wished, providing they were available to follow along with his advances.
How heartbreaking would they all find it to discover him having gone behind all of their backs with everyone else? What a fucked up revelation that would be. It would send a distinct message. 'None of you were good enough on your own, so I had to go with all of you and it still wasn't that great.'
Gamzee's mind was made. He was going to thoroughly wretch and stomp on the hearts of all of his so called 'friends'.
Although Gamzee Makara was not as high as a kite in a strong summer breeze, his eyes were blood shot from a night of no sleep. He also wore his customary hoodie, which almost always reeked of smoke. He had made sure that he wasn't going to be stoned today; because today was the day he initiated his plot.
His friends with no significant others that he knew of, as of that moment, were Vriska, Karkat, Tavros, Nepeta, Terezi, and Equius.
He crossed Nepeta out. She was too obviously infatuated with Karkat and wouldn't give way to having someone else in her life. Not to mention she was a freshman, and probably much too innocent to really provide for anything scandalous.
Using the focus of her obsession, however, would not be difficult. Karkat was obviously bisexual, leaning towards the homo side. Not long ago, he had had a major crush on John Egbert and been blatantly rejected. Even if it hurt him, it definitely didn't stray him away from men.
Equius, it appeared, was one of those asexual types. No interest in either gender. He was completely boring, and viewed himself as too far below Gamzee to even speak more than a few words to him. That cut him out of the picture.
Other than that, all the others were available. He walked along the hallways nonchalantly, hands in pockets. In one hand, he fingered a paper which had his name, address, the message, 'text me,' and a time neatly written on it. Naturally, it was meant to be slipped in the locker of the most flexible and available of his circle of acquaintances.
He had arrived at school early just for the purpose of slipping the note in her locker unnoticed. Normally he arrived after the first bell, but now he entered the hallway right as it droned annoyingly. It made the migraine that came with lack of sleep pound through his temple, and he flinched. Nonetheless, he fused into the rush of students, making a beeline for Vriska's locker. Passing by, he swiftly slipped the paper into locker number 188.
Without a glance back, he walked on in search of his next target.
Neatly folding his Algebra II worksheet, Gamzee had made a paper plane. Making sure his teacher (who was an anal, unprofessional bitch) wasn't looking; he threw the flimsy, poor excuse for origami at Karkat. He's written 'call me tonight' in place where the date should have been right as his phone vibrated in his pocket.
His trollian app had notified him of a text from Vriska. He skillfully maneuvered the phone under his desk, and merely glanced the screen to read the message before he replied without looking.
AG: You want me to come to your house... 8ut why so l8?
TC: Is It A mOtHeRfUcKiN' pRoBlEm? I fIgUrEd YoU cOuLd CoMe WiThOuT aLl Up HaViNg PrObLeMs BeCaUsE iT's A fRiDaY, sIsTeR.
After a few seconds, his phone vibrated again and he glanced at the new message.
AG: Alr8 then :::;) I'll 8e there
"Hey Tavbro," Gamzee greeted the boy in the wheel-chair. He was on the sidelines of their phys. ed. class, unable to participate, as in most sports.
"Uhh, hi Gamzee," the awkward child greeted in reply, his eyes flicking back and forth between looking at Gamzee and watching kids run back and forth in a game of soccer.
"Wanna chill somewhere at a time later?"
"Uhm...Gamzee, what?" Tavros asked, turning fully to Gamzee. He knew Gamzee typed senselessly sometimes when he was high, but usually he managed to talk normally. "Are you, uhh, high?"
"Hahahaha, got your attention, didn't I?" he asked, grinning broadly in that charmingly goofy way.
"You were saying?" the boy asked, looking back away. Making eye contact with someone so tall, handsome, and confident made him nervous.
"Wanna chill later? Like, play some motherfucking video games or some shit?"
"Sure, I guess. When?" His replies were short. He didn't know what else to say. Since when did Gamzee really hang out with anyone after school?
"How about right after school? You down to motherfuckin' wheeling that fancy two wheeled contraption to my house?"
"Sure thing. See you later, then," Tavros answered awkwardly, nodding to emphasize his agreement. Gamzee waved and jogged out to join the game, a small almost unnoticeable smirk on his lips.
His last worry was Terezi Pyrope. He had no qualms about his ability to wing people by now, confidently heading into the lunch room.
The only people he shared a lunch period with were Rose, Kanaya, and Terezi herself. Rose and Kanaya (he was pretty sure they were a couple, judging by how they clung to each other) were still in line, but Terezi was already sitting. He had a small window of time in which to talk to her, draw her into the web he was slowly spinning.
He approached the table they all sat at together. He had made a clear a long time ago that he didn't want to sit with his little fan club, all the people who wanted to be his friend. He was okay with talking to those kinds of people between class, but he really just want to chill and talk to his friends at lunch. Somehow, each year, they were all separated into the different lunch periods, but he still had some people to sit with.
He sat down next the Terezi, as per usual, and she turned to him, her nose twitching slightly.
"No food today?" she asked, probably picking up on it by smell. It was hard to remember she was blind sometimes. She herself only had an apple, but she usually never ate much.
"Nah, sis. Not motherfuckin' hungry," he said, "I was wondering-" Before he could finish the words he had decided on, Terezi interrupted him.
"Why are you so nervous? Your heart beat is faster than it usually does."
"Uh...what? Uhm, anyway, I was..." Gamzee trailed off as an opportunity jumped in front of him. He wasn't quite sure why his heart was beating so quickly, but it could be used to his advantage. "Uh, yeah, I was, was wondering if like... you wanted to motherfuckin' hang out tomorrow or some shit?"
"Hehehe, you're silly Gamzee, why does that make you nervous?" she laughed, giving a slightly creepy grin. Her black lipstick really drew attention to her lips. "But sure. What time?"
"Uh, I don't motherfuckin' know. I'll text you though, and then maybe we could like, uh...think of something to do, too."
"Alright~" she sing-songed as Kanaya, followed by Rose, came to the table and they immersed themselves in idle chatter.
AN: Alright folks, that's all for chapter one. Chapter two will get to the good part, of Gamzee seducing bitches!~ That'll be a ball to write, guys, seriously. ALSO, BEFORE YOU QUESTION THE BLIND GIRL TEXTING BIT, I would like to inform you that my dad once owned a phone that comes with brail on the keys and that it read messages out loud, and responded to motherfucking voice commands and shit. So...there are phones that can be worked by the blind xD I'll try to be regular with my updating, but no promises. I'll have some of my friends hounding me for it, but reviews fuel my writing spirit. Come on, readers, I'm counting on you to give me a reason to update!
ANYHOE, tell me what you guys MoThErFuCkInG think, chill?