The Lost Get Found - 17 (Human!Gamzee x Reader)

(Y/n) was allowed to go home the next day once she was able to keep food down and Disciple told her to stay home and recover for the rest of the week. Gamzee stopped by after his shift every day to check up on her. By Friday, she was fully recovered and very bored. She was sitting on the couch flipping through channels, in fact, when she heard the door unlock and Gamzee step inside.

“Look at that, you’re not in bed.”

“No, I’m quite fine and very bored,” (Y/n) said, tossing the remote control down and standing up, stretching. She was dressed comfortably, since she didn’t have to work, wearing a pair of loose yoga pants and a faded t-shirt.

“You look bored,” Gamzee smiled, shrugging off his jacket. He usually stayed for a while to keep her company, something she was grateful for.

“What gave that away? The blank look on my face, or the fact I’m flipping through the television?” (Y/n) said with a smirk, walking over to him.

“Both,” he commented, resting his hands on her hips as her arms snaked around his neck.

“Well, then it’s a good thing you’re here then, huh?” she smiled, her eyes sparkling.

“Indeed,” Gamzee chuckled, leaning down to kiss her. “I’m glad to see you’re better, kitten.”

“So am I. I hate being sick. Sam ever call that inspection team for that restaurant?”

“Oh man, did she ever,” Gamzee smirked. “The best of the best, at that.”

“Yeah, she doesn’t play when it comes to stuff like that…what did they say?”

“….ew.”

“….That tells me nothing other than the fact it was gross?”

“The cooking environment itself was unsanitary. The same things they used to clean the kitchen they used for the restrooms—“

“Aaannd, that’s all I need to know now, thanks. Forever storing that in memory and making note to never try new Chinese Restaurants,” (Y/n) made a face. “That’s just disgusting. They get closed down?”

“Yup. They’re given thirty days to clean up their act. If there’s even a hint of what they saw before when they re-inspect, they’re shutting them down for good,” Gamzee said, lightly tickling her sides to get her to squeal and jump away. Gamzee grinned at her scowl and sat down on the couch. “What are you watching anyway?”

“I don’t know, what did it land on?”

“….The Young and The Restless?”

“Oh, ew. I hate soap operas. If I want to watch drama, I can go back home,” (Y/n) scrunched her nose, sitting down and throwing her legs over his lap as she leaned against the other arm of the couch, making him grunt a little as she picked up the remote again.

“Aw, but don’t you want to watch Darcy beat the shit out of Katy?”

“….is that their names?”

“I don’t know, they just sounded like typical names for a soap opera.”

“….you’ve watched one before, haven’t you?”

“….Karkat’s really into romcoms and shit. I’ve watched my fair share. For the record, they’re worse when you’re stoned. I actually cried from how horrible it was.”

(Y/n) laughed at the mental image. Too funny.

“After that, I made a note to avoid movie night at Karkat’s.”

“There’s a reason I’m ‘busy’ on Saturday nights.”

Gamzee grinned at that. “You are bad.”

“Not bad, just smart. I try to avoid that brain mush called RomCom. I don’t know what he sees in it.”

“He’s a sensitive guy.”

“So is a paranoid schizophrenic. You don’t see them crying when Julie dumps Andrew.”

“….touché.”

(Y/n) smiled smugly and flipped through the channels, finally finding something that wasn’t quite as droll to watch and set the remote down.

“….what’s this?”

“What, never watched Norbit?”

“No, what is it?”

“It’s a comedy. You’ll love it, trust me.” (Y/n) grinned. She had caught it at the beginning, too.

(Y/n) didn’t think Gamzee could ever laugh as much as he had while watching that movie. It was more amusing watching him react to the movie than anything else. She chuckled and giggled throughout the movie, but it was mostly at Gamzee than at the movie.

“See? I told you that you’d like the movie,” (Y/n) giggled once the credits started rolling. Gamzee was wiping away tears of mirth as he calmed from the movie.

“Yeah, yeah…shit, that’s just…wow. Reminds me of something I saw a few weeks ago. Probably why it was so damn funny,” he laughed.

“….you saw a fat black woman with a skinny man?”

“No, I saw a man talking to a pug. But I’ve seen that too.”

“….you find the weirdest things funny, Gamzee.”

“Which is why we get along, hm?”

“Yeah, which is—hey!!”

Gamzee’s laughter echoed in her ears as she tackled him on the couch, tickling him mercilessly.