Disclaimer: Any Homestuck characters used in this fanfic are not owned by me and belong to our faithful Hussie.

Skittles (Gamzee x FemKarkat) Has a few graphic scenes to do with horror

I yawned as my dumbass alarm began ringing, my doorbell rang, and my cat began meowing for food.

'What the fudge!?' I slammed the snooze button on my clock, pulled on some pants, grabbed my cat and ran out of my room.

"Give me a second please," I yelled out while putting Cookie down and filling her bowl, "feeding my cat!"

I passed by my mirror, inwardly grimacing at my knotted hair, not stopping to fix it. Instead I just ran my fingers through my hair.

Whoever was at the door was about to see my in my bed hair state, so they better run.

I cracked open the door, careful not to let Dough out (my puppy), and looked up at the tall figure.

"Hey motherfucker," a familiar voice said, "gonna let me in?" I sighed inwardly, 'mhmmm...'

I opened the door while pushing Dough aside gently with my foot, and once Gamzee was inside I quickly locked the door.

"So what's the occasion, " I slightly glared at him, " I was sleeping..."

Gamzee gave me a signature grin. "I can see that, " he smiled even more at my distinctive blush, "nice outfit. "

I braced myself before looking down at my outfit, my pajama shirt (which was just a high-low tank top), my high knee socks (the rainbow variety), and my shortest pair of shorts...

...

'Oh... my... fuck!' This was so mega embarrassing...

I looked up at Gamzee, and flushed harder. "Uhhh," he smirked at me again, "go sit on the couch and let me get changed!"

I began to stalk off when he grabbed me by the waist, picked me up, and hauled me to the couch.

"Gamzee," I struggled to no avail, "the FUCK!?" He plopped me onto the couch and shoosh papped me.

"Let's watch a movie babe," I blushed at his choice of words, "I brang one over for us to watch!" He smiled at me and I sighed.

Gamzee never asked for anything, so for him to drag me over here, he must really wanna see it. "Sure," I smiled, "but can I go grab a sweater?"

He nodded and let me up, asking if he could use my microwave for popcorn. I smiled as I said sure and ran to my room.

I pulled on my plain grey sweater with my zodiac sign on it, a red cancer zodiac. I also ran my brush through my hair a few times before heading out.

As I walked down the narrow hall I remembered my stash of skittles. I had a huge jar of them for emergencies, and now seemed like a good time.

...

I grabbed them from my office and heaved the giant jar to the couch. By the time I got there Gamzee was on the couch with a huge bowl of popcorn and was flicking past the ads.

When he saw me he grinned and patted the seat next to him. "What movie are we watching," I asked, eying the popcorn, "please tell me it's not a classic? "

I hated boring movies, and to me, most of the classics were boring. 'It's not, " he grabbed a handful of popcorn, "it'll keep you on the edge of your seat."

I felt a bit doubtful at those words but ignored it. The movie began to start, a flash of lightning running across the screen.

I inwardly sighed as Gamzee wrapped his arms around me and set me on his lap. I blushed, thinking of how my cheeks would be as red as 2 clowns noses.

I focused on the tv, watching as it showed beautiful meadows and a path through the woods. Suddenly the trees became thicker and darker as the path went on.

I watched as fog gathered around and items glowed in the thick mist. When I heard a deafening scream I became stiff, eyes glued to the screen.

Over the sound of the painful screaming I could hear Gamzee munching on food. I remembered my skittles and grabbed a handful, cramming them in my mouth.

...

It was about an hour into the movie when the first person in a camping group disappeared. I cringed as we had a full screen shot of their face.

The room was filled with moans and gurgling as the psychotic murderer began cutting corners of their face off.

As they murderer cut out their tongue I began to feel sick. I completely forgot about the skittles in my mouth as I inhaled deeply.

"You okay motherfucker?" Gamzee patted me on the back, "breath babe, breath. "

I coughed a few times, getting the stupid rainbow pellets out of my throat, before nodding. "I'm okay," I gasped, eyes fixed on his own, " just forgot how to eat and breath..."

He grinned and tilted my head backwards, giving me a soft kiss. I shivered as his hands began to creep around my waist.

His lips left mine as he turned me around to face and, joining us back together once we were face to face.

I wrapped my hands around his neck when I heard a scream and jumped. I watched as he reached for the remote and flicked the tv to a random channel, which happened to be Doctor Who.

...

As the kiss deepened he pushed me onto the couch, lowering himself down in an effort to not knock the breath out of me.

I began to feel my eyes droop when his hand slinked up and under my sweater and shirt. I let out an involuntary moan and flushed scarlet red.

His mouth formed a smile against mine and he pulled apart, leaving us tied together by small strand of saliva.

"Having fun," he pressed a kiss to my forehead, "aren't we?" The impossible happened as I turned even more into a blushing mess.

I looked away from him, focusing on the Doctor Who episode that was showing. He sat up and dragged me back onto his lap, bonking his chin onto the top of my head.

"W-we... should have more movie mornings," I mumbled into my sweater, "but next time not a horror please...?"

"Sounds like fun," I heard him chuckle softly as Cookie and Dough climbed onto the sofa, "and no skittles next time. I don't want my movie babe dying on me."

I laughed, thinking how lucky I was to have him, and began to eat more rainbow death pills.

So I may have been lying when I said once a week, but until this series kicks off I may do a few a week. Skittles was asked by an IRL friend, Jenna. X) Hope you enjoy it. -Love EY