a/n I saw post/70774654923/angeldicks-beccalovesdarling-imagine-your this post a moment ago and it killed my heart, so of course I had to write it. I'll post the actual text from the post at the bottom so it doesn't spoil the fic. This fanfic is humanstuck.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own a webcomic called Homestuck
I Miss You
Gamzee's long fingers lightly trail down your sides as he kisses you sweetly. One of your hands rests on his arm, the other is behind his head, tangled into his hair as you hold him close. He pulls away to breathe, resting his forehead on yours.
"I love you, Tavbabe," he says quietly, pecking your lips.
"I, uh, I love you, too," you smile back at him as the hand that was trailing down your side comes to rest on the small of your back, pulling you closer as he kisses you again.
"That's a bitchtits wicked miracle."
You shrug and nuzzle him, "I don't know, I don't think, that me loving you is one of those things, that counts as a miracle."
"It is. It's all up and motherfucking miraculous that somebody as motherfucking sweet, and kind, and cute, and perfect," he kisses another part of your face between each adjective he uses to describe you, going from your nose, to each cheek, to your forehead, "could possibly love this motherfucker."
You shake your head and kiss his nose, "no, I still don't think that, uh, that counts as a miracle, because you're really loving, and nice to me, and you're also kind of perfect."
Gamzee just smiles, and you kiss again, "I love you so motherfucking much."
You melt into the kiss, and when he pulls away and you blink tears back, you aren't sure why you were even crying. You're just…sad. He lifts your chin with his hand, making you look him in the eye.
"Tavbabe, what's wrong?"
"Nothing…I just, uh," You give him a weak smile, "I really, really love you."
He pulls you closer, stroking your hair gently and pressing a soft kiss into your hair as you try not to cry. You stay like that for a moment before whispering, "Gamzee? Never leave me, okay?"
"I wouldn't motherfucking dream of it," he murmurs.
You fall asleep like that, curled up with him holding you close. When you wake up, you've rolled away from him, and you've curled up into the fetal position, holding his pillow close to you. Without opening your eyes, you roll onto your back and reach out to find him and pull him close.
You don't find him. All that you touch is a cold sheet.
Your eyes flutter open and you sit up, looking at Gamzee's side of the bed. You feel yourself start to cry again, and it takes you a moment longer to remember.
You didn't fall asleep cuddling Gamzee last night. You haven't fallen asleep with Gamzee in months. You've fallen asleep crying, curled up alone as your tears soaked his pillow. And now, as you stare at the sheets, you remember why.
Gamzee's dead.
a/n If the link breaks for some reason, the post reads: Imagine your OTP sleeping together. Person A wakes up and reaches over to snuggle closer to Person B. The bed is cold and empty and as Person A sits up, they remember that Person B has been dead…Last night had been a dream. Person A then begins to cry.