Sober!/High!Gamzee x reader

Karkat is not a grumpy cat

(Okay, I wont lie, it's been for like ever, since I've updated, and I recently got a comment! ^-^ So, now I'm updating.) (My otp might show a tad, xD please dont mind it.)

~Karkat's pov~

        We've been watching multiple romcoms, and (y/n) fallen asleep. I saw Gamzee adore how peaceful and cute she looked. I wish that John could adore me like that. That fucking nooksniffer of a prankster is too busy with his fucking pranks to pay any attention to the hints that I fucking drop all the fucking time. Oh well, I'll worry about it later. "HEY, GAMZEE." I whispered. He looked at me hazily. "WhAt's Up AnD aLl In YoUr HeAd, BrO?" He asked me. "HOW CAN YOU FUCKING LOVE A HUMAN MORE THAN A TROLL, IN A MATESPRITE KIND OF FUCKING WAY?" I asked. (Y/n) stirred, and looked up at me. "Karkat... quit being a...." she trailed off, drifting, still glazed with sleep. "FUCKING QUIT BEING A WHAT?"  I asked, wondering what she has to say. "Quit being a.... grumpy cat." she finally said. Gamzee honked in amusement. "I'M NOT A FUCKING GRUMPY CAT! WHAT THE FUCK MAKES YOU THINK I'M A GOG DAMN GRUMPY CAT?!" I yelled in demand. "Because, nubby... you're always yelling and cussing all the time. Maybe... *(y/n)) drifts again)* If you... yelled and cussed less, and be less short-tempered. Maybe, you wont be a "gog damn grumpy cat." She retorted. "WELL, IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT EVERYBODY ARE BEING FUCKING IDIOTIC PIECES OF SHITS." I replied. She knew well how to irritate me and get on my defenses. And, my fucking horns aren't nubby.. "WoAh, BrO, cHiLl OuT, yOu'Re GeTtInG aLl ReD." Gamzee noted. He snuggled into (y/n)'s (h/c) and breathed in her hair scent. He breathed out blissfully. "YoU sMeLl AlL uP aNd GoOd, SiS." He commented. I stomped and mumbled a good night, turning off the t.v. I walked into my room and into my recuperacoon. Then, I drifted off to sleep.

~Gamzee's pov~ 

        I got up and went into the fridge for a hit of my sopor slime. Once, I finished I got a sleeping adorable (y/n) and picked her up bridal style. She didnt wake up, when we both got into her room, I gently put her down, then, I cuddled up to her. Her breaths were even and light, she seemed so fragile. "G-gamzee..." she murmured. I smiled. I'm starting to get flushed for this little miracle. She murmured something so low that I barely heard it. "I-I love you...." I smiled so widely. I remembered her saying that when a human "loves" someone, it's the same thing as being flushed. And, then sleep took over my mind, and fell asleep with the one I'm flushed for.