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Bubbles. Gamzee x Reader

"HOLY SHIT (y/n)SIS LOOK AT ALL OF THESE MOTHER FUCKIN BUBBLES"

"Gamzee what?"

I was currently with my morial Gamzee, the two of us sitting in Gamzee's backyard. I was sitting on a rather peculiar fallen log, my elbows on my knees. Gamzee on the other hand....

He was chasing bubbles.

For some odd reason he loved them. In fact, he adored the clear floating spheres so much that eridan had bought him a bubble machine for (Christmas/perigees eve) last year.

Worst.

Idea.

Ever.

Now, every time he felt like looking at bubbles (which was all of the time) he would call me over and be like:

"Oh hey (y/n)sis wanna come over and look at the miracle bubbles"

"Gamzee what-"

CLICK

No was never an option for him.

On top of it he would not start up the bubble machine or blow bubbles unless I was there. Like, once he invited Tavros and stuff for some odd reason. After they chilled for about two hours I called Tavros and asked him if Gamzee had frolicked through the bubbles.

Ha-ha! Nope.

There have even been days where I'm out doing me things and whatever and Gamz will call me and invite me over to watch the bubbles. Sometimes I wouldn't be able to get there until two, three, four, hours later. Though EVERYTIME Gamz would be sitting there, on the same log I'm currently sitting on, a grin on his stoned face. He would get up, his long lean body slouched a bit, and walk over then reach (up/down/over) and bring me into a hug, setting his chin on my (head/shoulder/chest). That's another thing Gamz loved to do besides frolic through bubbles.

The giant teddy bear loved hugs.

Unless he was sober, then he loved killing teddy bears.

Yeeeeeeeeeeah.

Anyway, here I was, sitting on a log, while Gamz sat on the ground to my right watching the bubbles, leaning his back on the log.

"Hey (y/n)sis?"

"Yes Gamz?"

His indigo eyes and mop of curly black hair turned and settled on me.

"You believe in miracles right?"

I chuckled a bit.

"Of course I do Gamz, and isn't It a little too late for you to ask me that? We've known each other for a while now."

He nodded a bit and looked back out over the bubbles.

Something was obviously on his mind, he didn't have his stoned smile on his face, but he didn't have that sober look either.

All was silent for a few moments before his gruff yet smooth voice rang out again.

"Thank you for chillin with me (y/n)sis."

I nodded and patted his head, careful to avoid his horns out of common decency.

"It's not a problem Gamz."

He smiled slightly. It wasn't a sopor induced smile, it was a real one, one that I had really never had the chance to see before. In instinct, I smiled back at him and looked out over the setting sky. The beautiful gradients of orange, purple, blue, red, and pink were devoid of any clouds, and the sun's oblique rays were shining over the both of us, but not blinding us or bothering us.

I smiled and closed my eyes as a very light breeze swept over my face, my hair moving from my face and brushing back, I inhaled the sweet fresh scent of the wind and grinned.

Pop!

A few soft splatters of something landed on my face. I opened my (eye color) eyes.

"Huh?"

I looked at my nose, my eyes crossing because I was looking at my (nose type/details such as freckles, scars, etc.) nose. I rubbed it and looked around.

There were bubbles floating up and over our heads towards the setting sun.

I smiled softly the tranquil moment taking its place in my memories as I rested my chin on my knees.

"You know what (y/n)sis?"

"No, what Gamz?"

"You remind me of bubbles."

I chuckled a little bit at the silly comment.

"How do I remind you of bubbles?"

Gamz continued to look out at the sun set multicolored sky, the bubbles becoming a canvas of reflective colors.

"Because, they're so calm and soothing. Though they're also nice and gentle, plus they can be anything they want, and they float with the wind, wherever it goes like you."

I felt heat rush to my cheeks a bit, was he saying I was nice?

"Also, they're motherfuckin beautiful."

The heat on my face intensified as I looked at him my (eye colored) orbs widening a bit. Gamz was reclining, his arms behind his head as he sat his back and head against the log. He glanced over at me, his excessively curly hair moving a bit as the wind blew a tad.

"w-what?"

He smiled his goofy smile at me before looking at the sky.

"(Y/n)?"

This was so bizarre, rarely had he ever called me by my full first name.

"Gamz?"

He continued looking at the sky filled with bubbles his smile on his face, his face paint smeared a bit from sloppy application.

"What's the human term for feeling red for someone?"

I thought for a minute, going through the trolls quadrants eridan had plastered into my skull through hours of explaining.

"Uhm......love? Yeah, love."

Gamz nodded.

"(y/n) do you know just how much I love you?"

My face heated up to the point where I was convinced I could boil a pot of water on my face.

"Uhm...uh..Well....w-what?"

Gamz chuckled, his voice having a slight husk to it.

"I love you (y/n)sis, I always have, and I just don't know if you think I could fill that quadrant."

I went over the quadrants in my head then realized just what he was saying.

"Oh! Uhm...y-yeah of course, I always thought that you know you and Tavros had a thing and I didn't wanna get in the way of that and you know I thought that....that...yeah"

Gamz chuckled and stood up walking over to me and picking me up, earning a squeak from me in surprise as I attempted to cover my face with my shirt collar. He laughed, the feeling vibrating deep into his chest to where I could feel it, as he held me in a bridal fashion.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying (y/n)?"

I shrugged still hiding my face.

He chuckled and pulled my shirt down off of my face, gently placing his lips upon mine. His lips, though it didn't seem like it, were surprisingly soft. After a few moments of the two of us kissing, my face the color of the damn local firetrucks, he pulled away hesitantly as if it was against his will to do so. He smiled that genuine smile again bopping my nose with his.

"My motherfuckin miracle bubble (y/n), that's what you are."