Human!Gamzee x Reader - Ecstasy

The city lights were bright in contrast to the darkened night skies. Your pupils were wide as you took in every bit of scenery you could. The tall buildings, shiny cars, and pedestrians dressed to the nines were all but unnoticed. Everyone and everything seemed to have some sort of story held on the inside. You had experienced New York City before, but never in a way as great as this.

Gamzee turned up the radio, the bass making your seat vibrate. He wore a sly smile on his face, his eyes red from the fresh weed he’d smoked before picking you up. His makeup was perfect, for once; it was almost always messy from him either itching his eyes, or resting his head on some unknown piece of furniture. Today, however, he had actually bothered to fix it. He looked… nice.

“Yo, are you all up and ready to go?” Gamzee asked. He carefully parked the car in a newly paved parking lot - the parking lot of the hottest raving dance club in town.

You nodded and smiled. “Of course!”

The two of you stepped out of the car and headed to the door, your hand clutching his own. Outside of the door stood a very buff man, his wardrobe completely black and darkened sunglasses covering his eyes. He stopped the two of you and waved his hand, his gesture obviously showing he needed to see some identification.

Gamzee pulled out his wallet and showed him the I.D. You did the same, pulling your own license from your [f/c] clutch. The man’s head didn’t even twitched as he scrolled over both of your cards. Finally, he nodded, moving over and allowing the two of you to go inside. You latched onto Gamzee’s arm and hastily followed him in.

The dance floor was covered from wall to wall in partying girls and boys. The music was loud and everyone was raving proudly. It was certainly a sight to see. You stood on your tiptoes to spot out the DJ, who was none other than Dave Strider - who was better known to you as Gamzee’s ‘miracle worker’, and would be yours, too, if you had the money.

Gamzee pulled you through the crowd of people, having more strength than you would think. You followed him backstage, and the two of you stood off to the side, watching Dave work his magic. It was so different, standing on the sidelines of the stage instead of in front. You felt as if you were part of a crew, and in your mind, you kind of were. At least you knew how to negotiate.

Dave scratched the record a few more times, and the song ended. He gave a nice show smile to the crowd, waved, and walked backstage where the two of you were. He turned his head to you. “‘Sup,” He said simply, peeking over his glasses to examine you further, “don’t you look nice tonight?” You cheeks turned crimson, though it was almost unnoticeable in the darkness of the club.

Gamzee glared at the DJ with fire in his eyes. “You got the motherfuckin’ stuff or what?”

Dave shook his head, coming back to reality. “Yeah, bro. Have I ever let you down?” He dug through his pockets and found a plastic bag full of white powder. “There ya go, Makara.”

You watched as Gamzee quickly yanked the packet away and shoved it in his own pocket. He did some sort of bro handshake with Dave, and the DJ headed further backstage - probably to get some more of the stuff for his other clients. He was probably selling out the whole place. It wouldn’t surprise you.

“Wanna hit the dance floor?” Gamzee asked, giving you his usual goofy smile. You nodded, heading out of the backstage area and back outside to the crowd of ravers. They all jumped up and down, holding up glowsticks and dancing in some positions that were very uncomfortable to look at.

Gamzee gently placed his hands on your waist and led you into the middle of the crowd. The two of you had little wiggle room, but you only concentrated on him. He pulled a glow stick necklace out of his back pocket and slipped it over your head. You grinned and stood on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek. Of course, your lips whitened from his makeup, but you didn’t really mind.

A new DJ came up on stage. In your eyes, he looked extremely similar to Dave, so you figured they were brothers of some sort. He slammed two new records on the board and scratched them up as much as he could before letting the beat flow. He was certainly skilled at his job, you were sure of it.

You began jumping up and down, Gamzee soon joining you. Everyone around you was hopping and fistpumping, screaming the name: “Dirk! Dirk! Dirk!” The excitement was getting inside your head, like some sort of ecstasy that could be reached without a pill - maybe it was just the thought of snorting it up in the back later with all of Gamzee’s high homies, or maybe it was the thought of Gamzee being pressed up against you on the dancefloor, his hands on your hips, the two of you sweating and breathing heavily.

“Gamzee…” You whispered, turning back towards him as if they weren’t in the middle of hundreds of people. Gamzee turned to you as well. He cupped your face in his hands, causing you to stop mid-breath. He leaned in, forcefully pushing his lips against your own. His tongue slid into your mouth, taking time to explore the caverns that had already
been explored so many times before.

The kiss made you feel as if you were soaring. However, a couple dancing girls bumped the two of you, making it end quite abruptly. The two of you eyed each other, as if you were both thinking the same thing. Gamzee nearly ripped the sleeve off your dress as he dragged you off towards the bathroom, the plastic bag of white powder hanging out of his left pocket.