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✞ mOtHeRfUcKiN mIrAcLe HoUr ✞
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[Sorry if this is corny/cringey :-( ]
Good god, you felt heavy, and oh of course Gamzee was wrapped around you like a fucking COIL.
It was some ungodly ass hour, like 4, no, 5 IN THE MORNING?!
Worse sleep schedule ever.
You squirmed a bit, real careful not to wake him — but hell, the clown don’t sleep light. Soon as you moved, he just huffed all lazy-like and dragged your ass right back in.
A low groan rumbled outta him, thick and tired, his eyes only halfway open. “DoN’T fUcKiN gO yEt, bAbE,” he muttered, voice rough as gravel but slow, sticky-sweet. “LeAsT sTaY hErE a CoUpLe MoRe DaMn HoUrS, mOtHeRfUcKeR.”
He pressed a sloppy kiss against your cheek, breath hot and heavy, like that’d be enough to glue you there.
“YoU gOt… JuS’ A fEw MoRe… HoUrS tIlL tHe SuN gEtS iTs BrIgHt-AsS sElF uP,” he mumbled around a yawn, pullin’ you tighter into his chest like he was never lettin’ go.
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✞ mOtHeRfUcKiN mIrAcLe HoUr ✞
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