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yaut-jaknowit · 6 months

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How bout something with a yautja and their partner (either human or yautja) gets hurt, like broken back level of hurt and the two just go through the ups and downs of recovery/healing together till the partner who has got hurt learns how to walk again and what not. How they get hurt up to you lol

When the Stars Align

Pairings: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x Reader

Word Count: 5942 (Whoops. A whopping ten pages)

Summary: For the year, you were closing up your cabin deep in the forest. It's done well and served its purpose during the warmth months but winter was coming. On the last night up there, you were walking the property only to come across a wounded animal.

Author Note: I hope it was okay to turn this a little different than you wanted it. If you want something else, let me know! I felt like this could be used as an excuse to finally reveal where reader met Gawtin originally. Little warning of blood, birth (not descriptive).

Part 2

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Around the cabin deep in the forest was miles and miles of forest barely occupied by any other people. A life you wished to enjoy longer before reality crashes back down on you. The cool crisp air attempted to bite through your jacket, almost nipping at your skin. Winter was coming soon. The poor little cabin situated far from civilization was unreachable during this time. Which meant, at this time, it was time to close it down.

Food and some drinks had to be retrieved. All the pipes had to be blown out so they didn’t freeze and burst open. Any clothing you wanted back home was to be packed into the extra bags you’ve brought. Windows had to be boarded up. Lastly, the power shut off.

Alone, you sat out by the large fire pit, observing the flickering flames. The warm it produced was enough for you to sit outside comfortably with just a simple jacket.

Up here, this far in, there was no cell service, not to even call for an emergency. If you were in trouble, you had to either solve the problem yourself or somehow get yourself into range. Both options were difficult to obtain in the middle of an emergency. When it came to survival, that’s what you had to do unfortunately.

A sketch book and pencil sat in your hands, used but forgotten about currently. Thoughts crowded your mind too much to think clearly. Coming up here was always a great stress reliever when life became too hectic. Wintertime sucked. Unable to escape reality for just a weekend and be stuck at a job that drains you or able to just come up to enjoy nature at its finest.

Softly, your eyes closed. The forest grew louder, ears picking up every little sound possible from your spot. The fire before you continuing to crackle and pop at times. A constant source of heat to fight off the chill of the beginning night. This was your last night up for the year. You’ll be back up in late April and early May to reopen it for the year and enjoy it all over again.

Warm air turned the cool air surrounding you into a steam for just a moment. You stood up and stretched out. The sketch book in your hand was placed to the side, pencil on top of it. If you couldn’t get out of your thoughts, you needed to clear them. There were only so few things possible to do so.

You walked up the short three steps on the deck and into the cabin. It was small, reliable though. For years, since the seventies or so, it has withstood a freak tornado, too many wildfires to begin to count, and many thunderstorms. The lightning was always a danger and caused you to panic at every strike heard or seen. It’s seen many people as your family has shared throughout lots of members.

The flashlight you were searching for was swiped off the counter. Out the door you went. With the light in hand, you started to make a path you’ve taken so many times before. A path you could probably walk blind on. Content as can be, you were alert and mindful but still enjoyed nature.

Water running would be heard at the edge of your hearing, barely there. The creek. A tiny river that ran through the acres of land you now owned. Just on the other side was a thick marsh you didn’t dare step into again. Last time, you lost a flip flop to its depths. You stayed on the safe side and on the path that buddies up with the creek until a certain point.

But you stop. Despite the quiet creek, the forest… it was dead silent. No bugs. No birds. Not a single sound to disrupt the unease in the air. Your entire body tenses, fear pumping into your veins. The flash in hand slowly swiveled around to survey the area only to come up empty handed. Your ears strained to heard something but it was like the forest suddenly died.

Throughout your years, you knew there was something out there. Something dangerous. All you had on you was a switch blade. No bigger than five inches. If a creature came after you, the thing would offer little to no help against a true predator. Your hand patted the spot it sat in your jacket pocket for double measure. Same place it was earlier.

From there, your steps were light, soft on the way back to the safety of the cabin. Not a predator hunting but prey surviving. Your heart was racing in your ears, almost drowning out the sound of the creek. This was a feeling you’ve never felt before up here. Never. Yes, there’s bears, wolves, and cougars but this was different. Your throat bobbed, eyes being vigilant.

Something you didn’t notice before was a liquid glowing bright in the dark atmosphere. Like a moth to a light, you stepped up to it. It truly glowed. A liquid, neon green. As if someone had broken a glow stick and drippled it along the forest floor… and left a handprint on the next to you. A massive handprint. It was smeared partial but could easily engulf your head.

Of course, the first thing to come to mind was Bigfoot. As stupid as it sounds, what else could’ve made a print that large?! Who else was out here this far? Nothing or no one you knew.

You swallowed your apprehension and diverted from the well-worn path. Away from the creek and further into the forest you grew up in. You stalked the trail of this glowing liquid. It stood out like a sore thumb in the growing night.

Labored, painful wheezing rasped in the silent forest, breaking the pause of sound. For just a heartbeat, you felt relief there was something creating noise out here only to realize the meaning. A creature, probably wounded, was causing this entire situation. Your shoulders sagged before you pushed forward.

Through the dense foliage, you saw a lump covered in the green goo and furrowed your brows. The light from your torch was pointed at it. Said lump shuttered.

Stunned into terror, you choked on a gasp at the sight of this… this humanoid monster on its side. Dark eyes were pinned on your trembling frame. With one of its arms, it weakly sits up as if it was going to crawl up to you. Its other arm lashed out. A guttural snarl releasing from its strange mouth. A wounded animal cornered is the first thing that came to mind at the sight of it.

The deep, bloody wounds that covered its body prevented it from moving much more. That didn’t stop it from creating noises of warning and unspoken threats. More green fluids gushed out. Blood. The glowing stuff was its blood. You shuffled through your knowledge to figure if anything had glowing blood like this. At least anything native to this area.

But nothing.

Tears were welled in its strange, inhuman colored eyes. Instantly, your heart ached at the sight of the poor thing in pain and writhing on the ground, coated in blood. You, yourself, made a saddened noise, brows furrowed in sorrow.

As your eyes scanned along its dark skin, they stopped on something that stunned you once more. Its belly was extended, rounded. You took notice at sharp bulge for a moment. A baby. A baby had just kicked. Shit.

If you were terrified or concern for not only your life but for its before, you were definitely now. A mother was someone to be afraid of. Mama bears were no joke. But the fact this thing looked like it could kill you like any other predator in this forest, you lost all color on your face. The only thing stopping you from turning tail and running was the wounds that downed it.

Consider it stupid, you lowered yourself down to your knees, hands clasped in front of you. At your movement, the thing hissed a deadly call. The flashlight pointed at the ground before the creature. This thing watched with intent, not letting you out of its sight for a moment, not even blinking.

Its breathing was ragged and wet sounding. Horrible to be in such a position as an upcoming mother and terribly wounded. You blink slowly, like you would do to a cat and slightly lowered you head, like a dog. “He-hey,” you tried, voice cracking involuntarily. You huffed at the sound. It stayed silent besides its breathing. “You’re injured.” At that point, you could’ve slapped yourself silly. As if it didn’t know it was wounded. It grunted, hand fisting the pine needle blanketed grounds.

“Sorry, that was stupid of me.” You sighed before introducing yourself to it. All the while you did this, you continued to keep your voice low and soft. Truly though, in its eyes, you couldn’t tell if it could understand you or was gathering the will to pounce on you.

“I would like to help you, if you let-“ The creature snarl, head bowed, chin tucked as its arm wrapped around its abdomen. You notice the way its extended belly contracted slightly on itself.

Not only was this an expecting mother, but a mother in labor. You gnawed at your lip to the point copper could be tasted on your buds. How were you going to salvage this? What could be done? Did this thing even understand what you’re saying?!

Its head whipped up, eyes back on you. You hadn’t moved. “You’re in labor. Fuck, you’re in labor. I-I can help, maybe,” you rambled and ran a hand through your hair. The action had it hissing at you. Instantly, you stopped and returned to your former position. “Sorry, just nervous.” You took a short pause to gather your thoughts again. “I don’t know why you’re hurt but those wounds need to be cleaned and bandaged. The fact you’re in labor doesn’t help.” It released a clicking, wet hiss.

Sometimes, you needed to learn to get to the point. Even in troubling times. “Okay, okay. I can help you to my cabin. It’s not too far from here. I can tend to your wounds. I don’t know much about birth but I can adapt quickly.” Hopefully. This was never a situation you thought was possible.

With a pause, you had a chance to fully look at it. To be honest, its face looked like if someone turned a crab into a human. You weren’t disgusted or concerned by the way it looked. Just something you’ve never even seen before.

The top of its head was a shaped like a dome. At the edges of said dome was strange parts that jutted out like a crest or crown. Similar to dreads, thick, long strands that looked like rubber fell from its head. The rest of its body was human enough looking. Just the face was nothing from here you’ve every seen or heard about before.

Her arm around its belly tightened as it seemed study, judge you from the safe distance between the two of you. You stayed exactly where you were, despite the way your legs protested. You had to gain her trust, even if it’s just the tiniest sliver for her to come to the cabin with you. Deep inside of your heart, you felt awful for what’s happened to her. If you were in a situation like this, you hoped someone had a kind enough heart to help you.

Slowly and deliberately, you raised both of your hands in the air, flashlight pointing up into the air. A sign to show her you are no threat. “Please, I just want to help you,” you pleaded, brows furrowed, and put all of your sincerity into your words. Deep, bone chilling bellowed shook the ground under your feet.

Like a stone wall crumbling, she sagged in her spot with a hefty groan. Her massive head bowed, eyes on the ground now.

Hope grew inside of you at the sight. Was she going to accept your offer? You’d feel awful leaving her out here like this. Even though you didn’t create the situation she was in. You continued to gnaw at you bottom lip as you let her take all the time in the word. You timidly rested your arms back on your legs, showing no signs of moving or aggression.

Barely noticeable, she dipped her head in confirmation. You had to stop yourself from cheering before the realization hit you. This unidentifiable creature understood you. She knew what you were saying. At least this made things possibly simpler for you.

First thing first: getting her on her feet and to the cabin. “I’m going to stand up now and walk over to you. Is that okay?” you stated and stayed where you were crouched until seeing her head bob. Relief bubbled in your system. You did exactly what you said. All of your movements were slow, timid, calculated in each step over to her. She hissed at first before quieting down.

Once close enough to her, you officially noticed the size of this creature. Massive. Entirely powerful and huge. This was just from looking down at her.

From here, you knelt down again to get to her level and access the damage up close now. You cringed at the sight of so many wounds but saw stitching a few healing marks. You tilted your head but didn’t bring it up. It was unknown if she could respond to you.

“Like I said, I have a cabin close by. Are you able to walk, or at least get to your feet so I can help you?” you questioned quietly, afraid to go any louder. The last thing you wanted was to enrage her somehow. Her eyes watched your every move carefully.

The moment her muscles twitched into movement, you leaped back, ready to bolt. She stopped immediately. Nervously, you laughed quietly and rubbed at the back of your neck. “Sorry,” you apologized and approached her again. One of your hands was outstretched for her to take. All she did was brush it off with a bellow and used a tree to struggle to her feet.

Your jaw dropped. She towered completely over you. If you thought of her as massive on the ground, this was totally different on her own two feet. Your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. Fear consumed your emotions due to the fact you were frozen on your spot.

A guttural, pained groan snapped you from your thoughts. She still had an arm swaddling her abandoned, head temporarily bowed. You cleared your thought. “A-alright, we better get you to the cabin,” you broke the awkward silence and stared up at her. There was no chance to even try and carry her. Her weight alone could crush you like the bug you are compared to the creature.

Yet, at the sight of her, you knew she wouldn’t be able to walk on her own. Timidly, you inched towards her, observing her body language just in case. “You can use me as a crutch?” you offered and stopped once a foot away from her. She hissed out but made no move of aggression. You flinched at the noise, antsy. She did not like your suggestion.

The way she leaned against the tree gave you any idea though… Her making it back to the cabin on her own would either take far too long or she just wouldn’t make it anyhow. “Please. Take in all the issues against you, please,” you begged and shown within your eyes that all you meant was to help her.

She made a noise akin to an alligator. A tree was her support for the moment. She leaned forward to get closer to her face, careful of her wounds and belly. “I just want to help, okay?” you repeated, voice barely above a whisper. She released a snort that blew hot air into your face. A small part of your mind believed she was probably thinking on how you were going to withstand her weight. It was worth a try in your eyes.

When you didn’t back down, she reached out to place hand on your shoulder that engulfed it. The hand surely matched the print you saw earlier. You could see the fact her palm along would take up your entire face or simply snap your neck if she saw fit. A shaky breath released from your tense lungs.

More weight was shifted onto your fragile form as she left the tree. Neon blood smeared on the dark bark in her wake. She did her best to conceal her heavy, rasping breathing but this close to her, you heard the rattle in each inhale and exhale. Your heart ached at the sound, brows furrowed. What in the world could’ve done something like this?

Once the creature moved away from the tree, she nudged you forward. Like a cane, you let her use you to stable herself from tree to tree. Thankfully, this far into the forest, it was more wild, less groomed by your family. This meant more foliage and trees crowding each other. The creature swayed, stumbling behind you.

At one point, her legs nearly buckled. That caused what felt to be three hundred pounds to be shoved onto all at once. Thankfully, a tree had saved you from being crushed into a pancake. A tinge started in your back though. Great.

The pace both of you traveled at could’ve rivaled a snail. From the many breaks she had to take – not that you blamed her, to the fact she had to drag her feet. Making progress through the night was incredibly hard. The strain she put on you and lack of sleep were starting to catch up to you.

Your first yawn of the night began as you stepped into an all to familiar area around the cabin. It was part of the area that’s easily maintained. The trees here were sparser as you struggled to keep her up on her legs between the trunks. Your legs ached horribly after the unknown amount of time it has taken to get her this far.

Biting through the pain and yawns, you finally see the dark cabin through the foliage and felt the last bit of adrenaline enter your system. With this newfound energy, you marched on and got her to the steps of the front door. Once there, the creature switched her weight to lean on the porch’s support beam. You, yourself, rested against the cabin’s wall, breathing heavily. At least that’s over.

Sluggishly, you dragged yourself up the steps and opened the old door. For a moment, your eyes glanced around to find the best place for her to be. The bedroom is what came first. Sheets can either be washed and replaced. You glanced back at her with a sorrowful look. The poor thing was struggling to stay on her legs, still holding onto her stomach.

Her eyes narrowed. A low growl sounded in the back of her throat. You threw up your hands to show you’re still no threat to her. You gnawed again at your bottom lip while just standing there. All you could do was pray she understood you meant not ill intent towards her or her baby.

You stepped back from the door and made a grand sweeping motion. “This is my cabin.” The creature took a lungful of air, scenting the place. Slowly, she trudged up the three steps and onto the porch. It groaned and creaked underneath her massive size. Due to her size alone, she was unable to stand up completely, partially hunched over.

Green blood stained the wood, leaving behind a deadly trail in her wake. Instead of fretting over a small mess, you guided her into the place and over to the only bedroom. You opened the door and helped her inside. “I hope this is okay for you. The tub definitely wouldn’t have fit you and the living room probably wouldn't have been comfortable for you.” In all honesty, the cabin didn’t have much to offer besides the forest it was surrounded in. Not that you minded. But, in the moment…

Once she was sat down on the bed, you stepped away careful, hands partially raise. “Is-is this okay?” you asked and stood back to lean against the dresser behind you. Her eyes had yet to leave your exhausted form. But for the first time, they darted around the room before resting on you again. Her massive head dipped once, thick dreads shifting with the movement. You had to stop yourself from smiling brightly.

This wasn’t over. You pushed off of the dresser and walked over to the bathroom that was connected. There was a first aid kit somewhere in here.

It didn’t take long for you to return back to her side with the supplies. Carefully, you opened the box to show her the contents. “This is a first aid kit. It medical supplies so I-“ the box was swiped from your hands and into hers. You jerked your arms back and checked for any injuries. Nothing. You relaxed and watched as she dug through to find what she wanted.

With a sigh, you left again to get a bowl and some towels. Those wounds of her weren’t bleeding heavily anymore but they still needed to be cleaned up. You stepped back towards her timidly and showed off what you had. With a jerk of her head, she motioned for them to be set off to the side. You raised a brow but placed the bowl on the nightstand. The towels were tossed next to her.

The creature had its eyes on you again. Now, in the light of the cabin, you realized they were purple! A beautiful shade that easily caught your attention. But, you shook yourself free from your thoughts. She had lowered head, body tense, ready to lunge. Curses were forming in your brain as you stepped away from her, arms raised.

She followed your every move but never made one of herself. When you got to the door, she released a deadly snarl. Your first reaction was to slam the door closed. The cabin went quiet, besides the low crackling of the dying fire outside.

Okay then. You popped your lips and tried to piece the whole the situation together. What had you just done? All you could do was stare blankly at the closed door for a few long, unspeakable minutes. Then, you pulled yourself up by the bootstraps and trudged outside. The fire couldn’t be left out to burn all night.

By the fire again, you plopped down on a wooden bench and stared into the flickering flames. Next to you was the discarded sketch book and pencil. They felt heavier in your hands after picking them back up.

What had you done? Why was your heart so naïve to these things?! A wounded creature – or whatever that thing is – isn’t something you bring inside of your house? Cabin? Whatever. You groaned and cradled your head into your hands. “What am I going to do?” The things had kicked you out of your own cabin after you offered it shelter and medical supplies.

It’s a mother though, in labor. That thought pulled at your heart strings, making you feel horribly guilty. A hand ran through your locks of hair. Tomorrow is a new day. Could you even sleep while knowing that thing was in there with you? Was it hungry? You brought it water, though not drink.

Your mind was all over the place, trying to decipher the next course of action for the upcoming day. As you sat, alone, you felt eyes on you. Immediately, your head whipped up to find the window to the bedroom. There, in the dim light of the room, was the creature, watching you. Did it need something?

Both of your legs strained under your body but carried you to the bedroom door. Softly, your knuckles racked against the wood. “Are you okay? Do you need help?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, ear listening for movement.

Then, the door was ripped open. In a bout of terror, you reeled away, back slamming into the wall behind you and gasped harshly.

From many moments ago, the mother’s body was fairly cleaned up now. This allowed you to notice the fact she wore no shirt to cover her enlarged breasts. A squeak passed your lips. You shied your eyes away to look at the floor, stupid as it might be.

The creature huffed before making a clicking noise of sorts. Your eyes darted up to her face for only a second. She sighed once more. A warm, massive hand wrapped around your bicep and tugged you into the room. You released a yelp and squirmed in her hold. “Hey, wait! Please don’t hurt me,” you pleaded and did everything in your power to get free.

It took a fraction of her strength to push you back into a wall and effectively pinning you there. Instinctively, you bowed your head, body shaking like a left on a tree.

Nothing was done to you. Untensing a little, you glanced up at the towering figure as she peered down at you. Despite no words, her actions spoke loudly. She wasn’t going to hurt you. Your body relaxed, for the most part. “So, uh, what do you need?” you questioned and clutched your sketch book to your chest.

She stepped away from you and partially turned her back towards you. It was still a mess of wounds and glowing blood. “You want me to help you?” Stupid to ask as she was wanting you to already. Your nerves were getting the best of you.

Despite looking like nothing from this world, she expressed a deadpanned look. “Okay, okay, sorry. Just wanted to make sure. Alright?” You held up your hands, one holding the book. She snorted airily before grunting, claws flexing.

You cleared your throat. “If you don’t mind me asking… how far along are you?” A coppery taste touched your buds the longer you worried at your lips. She took a momentary pause before pointing at the ground. For a second, it was hard to figure out what she was doing. “Oh! Now, now. Got it…” So, you were right.

Before you had a chance to move away from the wall, a deadly hand encased your throat and pinned you hard against. A threatening, bone chilling snarl ripped from her throat next to your ear. The warning loud and clear. Then, she backed away and sat down on the bed. Like nothing had happened.

After shoving your heart back into your chest from your throat, you shakily walked up to her. Her back was facing you, allowing you to see all the past scars and new wound decorating it. A part of you wanted to reach out and touch them but reframed from doing that.

Fairly enough, the sheets were barely contaminated by her blood. A part of you appreciated that. Less of a job to clean up later. The towels you’ve given her earlier were half used, soaked in neon green blood. You grabbed a clean one, dipped it in the semi dirty water, before reaching out towards her back. “I’m going to touch your back now, okay?” you stated and only moved when given permission to wipe off her back.

Stroke after delicate stroke, dried and wet blood was washed away. The hours of the night went on as you worked on stitching close any large cut. Glancing at one of the round wounds in her back, you noticed something lodged in it. Carefully, you plucked a pair of tweezers and let her know your intentions.

It was delicate work to pull the unknown object from her flesh. Finally, you were able to get a good grasp and tugged it free. More blood gushed out. You placed a clean towel with even pressure on the newly opened wound.

In the grasp of the tweezers… was a bullet. You dropped it by accident but froze up. Something had shot her. Fear battled anger. Who in the hell shot her?! That meant someone trespassed onto your property to injure her. Your hands shook from boiling rage as new light shined on the situation. Someone had shot a mother. A clearly pregnant mother!

Instead of letting yourself get distracted, you focused back on the task on hand. It wasn’t long before the wounds were cleaned and covered. You stepped away from the lumbering giant, hands and clothing soaked with her blood. A shower was desperately needed after this has passed. “How do you feel?”

She turned around to face you, legs hanging over the edge of the bed now. A deep breath filled her lungs. The creature carefully stretched out her muscles to test her ability. Once she seem satisfied, she nodded her head. Either in gratitude or acknowledgment, you didn’t know. “Are you hungry?” This made her stop to think for a moment then nodded again.

Okay, communication was achievable, thankfully. You pressed your lips together in thought. “So… what do you eat?” Downright, she looked to be a predator with the size of those teeth. No herbivore on this planet had teeth like that. “I’m guessing meat?” Another nod.

Meat was something you could do. Right as you were about to leave, a thought came to mind. “Raw or cooked?” You realized your mistake. “Raw?” A nod. Makes sense.

You dug through the fridge and pulled out meat you were thinking of cooking up tonight. Someone else was in dire need of it. So, you go back to the bedroom and offered it to you. “Does this work? It’s all I have.” She took it.

Like the meat eater she is, the mother tore into the packaging and consumed the meat quickly. In such a quick manner, you didn’t have time to even get a word out. Hopefully, that could tie her over for a while. But she was eating for two, soon to be one. That reminded you of the other dire situation occurring in her belly.

Nervously, you scratched at the back of your neck. “So, the baby? You said you were having it now… is there anything I could do to help?” She stared at you. If this was the answer you were getting, then that means nothing to you. You sighed and picked up the sketch book from the dresser. “Okay, I’ll just be in the living room if you need me.”

Just like you said, you returned to the living, book in hand. Despite the weariness in your bones trying to drag you to sleep, you sat on the couch, sketching. Your pencil danced across the paper with an easer to sometimes chance it.

A piercing roar rattled your cabin. You awoke with a jolt, head whipping up to figure what was happening. A pencil stuck to your face fell down into the open sketch.

Pained, wheezing gasps and growls sounded from the only bedroom. You flinched at the sound of torture in the room. No wonder why the birth rate was on a decline.

Against your better judgement, you stalked over to the opened door and peered around the corner. Next to the bed was the creature, standing two wobbling legs. One of her hands was gripping the headrest so hard it had left a handprint in the metal. Her other hand was tearing into the drywall. You swallowed, throat bobbing as you observed the laboring mother, unsure on how to help. Your first mistake was to take a breath in to speak.

Her head snapped over to you. Shit. A deafening roar shook the house to its foundation. The mother pushed off of the wall and marched over to you. Like the prey you are, you were frozen to your spot. This thing stop right in front of your trembling form and roar right in your face. Spit flying to land on your skin as she huffed and puffed with caged anger.

Deep in your chest, you find your voice timidly. “Wha-what can I-I do to, to help?” is all you can say for the life of you. The creature snarled threatening and took another step forward. Was this your demise? A lesson you weren’t going to learn from.

Her threatening display was done. She went over to the bed, knelt down, and rested her upper half on top of it. With a sigh, you left but only to return with your sketch book. You didn’t know if she wanted someone to be in the room with her as this went only. If you were in a situation like this, you would like to have some comfort, even if it was a stranger.

Due to the way she didn’t react, you guessed it was okay with her. More hours of the night went along until the morning sun rose in the dawn. It took all of your effort to stay away during the process.

Once the night became day, you heard a shrill, squeaky, loud cry. Your head shot up, knocking against the wall behind you. The pain was brushed off as you watched the new mother cradle a sticky, gross green blob in her arms and flop against the bed. She purred a low noise to the baby and clicked to it, mandibles twitching playfully.

A wide smile broke across your face at the endearing sight. The sketch book in hand was closed and set off to the side but you stayed where you were. This was a mother and baby moment, you weren’t going to disrupt that by moving. The poor mother had gone through enough within the last twenty-four hours. She didn’t need the stress of you moving around.

The mother turned her head over to you and locked eyes. You tensed, unsure of her intentions. To break the ice, you spoke up softly. “Quite a cutie?” you tried but a loud knocking scared you.

Immediately, the creature snarl and cradled her baby closer all the while attempting to stand. You need to sooth her rose. You put your hands out as if calming a wild animal. “Wait, wait! Don’t! Let me go check it out, okay? Stay here and quiet,” you said and walked out of the room after she didn’t make any more moves to get up.

All the living room curtains were closed still from the night. The curtain next to the front door was white and let you see the outline of someone. Shit. Fuck! Mentally, you cursed up a storm as you tried to think of a good reason on why any one would be out here. Then, the creature popped into your mind. The bullet holes. She was being hunted. And these people were the hunters.

Determination flooded your system. You marched back into the bedroom, bypassing the confused but protective look on the mother’s face, and went up to the nightstand. In there was a gun your father kept up here all the time. In case of an emergency. This was one. You pulled the weapon out and checked it out. It had bullets in it. You turned to the mother. “Stay in here, please. I’ll deal with them, alright?”

The window caught your attention. You rushed over and closed the curtain. Luck had to be on your side.

Please.

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ggomos-maribat · 8 months

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NMWYCAM [bonus deleted chapter]

This is a scene i wrote out but couldn't fit into the current chapters :)

Originally Damian was going to find out that Marinette knows their secret in another way...lol he was gonna get badly injured as Robin and Marinette saves him but reveals she knows his identity

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2:51 a.m. Marinette was still awake, despite the kwamis telling her off. She found herself having excess energy that night, so she decided on sketching under the yellow desk lamp with some music on. All was calm and peaceful until her phone buzzed.

Damian: Hello

Damian: Are you awake? Can I call you right now?

Her keyboard popped up for the reply, but more messages came in.

Damian: You're probably sleeping

Damian: ...

Damian: sorry

Damian: I shouldn't have bothered

Damian: sweet dreams, Marinette

Smiling, she went ahead and pressed the call button. When it took him several rings to answer, she pictured a panicked Damian fumbling to answer his phone.

"What's up?" She asked.

"Did I wake you?" His warm voice filled her ears. "Sorry . . ."

"No, no, I was awake. Couldn't sleep." Marinette propped her legs up on her chair, tucking them to her chest. She saw a groggy Tikki peek out of her small blanket but she waved the kwami off to go back to sleep. "Is something the matter?"

"No, I . . . I was just lying in bed and got the sudden urge to talk to you," Damian recounted. "Is that strange?"

Marinette brought the back of her hand to her reddened cheek. This boy. "I think that means you miss me, Damian," she laughed. "How was patrol?"

"It went smoothly. We disrupted a smuggling operation and put Riddler back in Arkham. You? What were you doing?"

"Ah just drawing out some ideas. Nothing too important." Snuggled in her blanket under the calm night and talking to Damian was like a tight embrace, Marinette realized. "I hope you didn't push yourself too hard."

A scoff sounded out from Damian. "Father threatened to bench me when I chased after the Riddler. The others kept watching me like I'll disappear into thin air."

"They're just worried about you, you know. As they should be."

"I only need you to worry about me." A long pause. Then a long sigh. "Sorry, I . . . I don't know why I said that."

Marinette hummed, feeling more heat crawl under her skin. "It's alright. They say your inhibitions are looser at night, especially when you're tired. But it's okay to be vulnerable; it's just me."

"What do you mean by that? 'It's just you'?"

"I mean I understand that you're being honest about whatever you say to me right now. I won't judge you for it. I won't even bring it up tomorrow if that's what you want." She pressed her phone closer to her ear. "I don't want you to feel that you need to keep something to yourself just because it's me hearing your words."

". . . How come you always say the right thing?"

"I guess it's my forte?"

"What if I can't say the right things?"

"Just talking to you like this is enough for me," Marinette said. "I can be the one good with words, and you can be the one good with actions. You always are."

"That's not fair at all. You are also good with actions."

That elicited another laugh from her. "But you are very good at taking care of people through your gestures. Not a lot can do that."

"You're the only one who has ever said that."

"'Cause I'm the only one who notices."

Soon, whilst they talk, Marinette noticed that he was mumbling the ends of his words. Later on when she finished her amusing story about a deal with a client, she didn't hear a reply, but instead, light snoring at the other end of the line.

He sounds so relaxed. Now she had the urge to look at his sleeping face.

"Good night, Damian," she whispered. "I miss you too."

#maribat fic #maribat fanfic #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #maribat #dc x miraculous #NMWYCAM #PA!Marinette

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luffyvace · 1 month

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Hi I just wanted to say I love ur sm and I'm so glad to have found ur blog <333

It so hard to find a someone to write form tdlosk<3 (the author reader)

I had a cute though if it the came in my mind when reading the P2(?) Of it, Reader friend to show his approval of reader and saiki when he released his newest chapter in some of panel in the background there is this couple who is closely looks like reader and saiki or if there scene where there is desserts the most will stand out is a coffee jelly w Reader fav dessert and along with words of "coffee jelly and f/d are the finest together" (f/d = favorite dessert)

Sorry if I talked ur ear off I just wanted to rent this thought of mine ^^

Have a good day!

AWW YOUR SO SWEEEEEET!! TYSM DARLING <33 I agree I don’t see very many!!

AHHH THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA!! That’s absolutely adorable I starting smiling so hard while typing this‼️💖

…………………..♡♡♡……………….

When you were reading your friend’s latest chapter you saw he drew a couple in that background resembled your appearance and had two thingys sticking out a guy’s head and glasses

you instantly knew it was you two!! (Especially with saiki’s limiters LOL)

freaking out, you and immediately ran to Saiki to show him 😭💓💓

he probably already noticed if he read the book before you

”KUSUO LOOK!! Looklooklook!- my author friend put us in the latest chapter!!!”

”yeah, I know I saw, he put us in the manga :)”

”that’s so ADORABLE 💞💞”

”I’m so happy! I’ve gotta thank him!”

you called your friend and barely gave him a chance to speak as you bursted with appreciation over the phone

he tells you he thought you and Saiki were a cute couple from when you introduced them to each other

so he got the spontaneous idea to put you two in his book!!

he explained that although it looked like you were just standing there with hearts over your heads (<3) you two were coming back from a dessert date!!

In a flash there was a smile on your face as you ran over to Kusuo once again to relay the message

he was rather fond of it considering that means he was eating coffee jelly 😎

”dang now he wants some..”

there was another scene where the main character passed a bakery and the items on sale in the window were coffee jelly and f/d!!!

the poster even read “coffee jelly and f/d are the finest together!~”

AWWWW SO CUTE!!

your shaking Kusuo and jumping up and down as you tell him about it!

he just sits there and lest it all happen with a faint smile 💖

he’s happy too of course

but your (literally) jumping with joy

often times after your friend finishes a chapter

you know how authors do that thing where they would put little doodles or facts at the end?

yeah he puts little chibi sketches of you and Kusuo doing cute couple stuff

one chapter will be chibi’s of you two holding hands

The next is you two on a date eating coffee jelly and f/d

it absolutely warms your heart 😭💝💝

you rant to Kusuo, your friends, your family, your author friend- EVERYBODY each time he does it

its so sweet of him!!

one time you put a detailed sketch of your author friend at the end of your chapter and he appreciated it so much!!

now it’s sorta just a back and forth thing between you two :3

This was such an adorable concept 😊💖

🏌️‍♀️

:3 (LOL)

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serevena · 1 year

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can you write ellie williams where she’s really protective over reader and maybe a little obsessed but in a cute way not a toxic way lol

I’m In Love.

a.n - Thank you so much for requesting! I hope this fulfill’s your request. <3

Warnings - fluff, not proofread!

You picked up on Ellie’s eyes as she practically glared at the people eyeing you. Her hands on your waist getting a bit tighter. “El,, you okay?” You asked, raising a brow at her almost dark gaze. She quickly snapped out of whatever trance she was in and looked at you, blinking as her eyes grew softer. “Yeah.” She replied with a tiny smile.

That was the first encounter you’d had when you began picking up on her protectiveness over you.

The second,, oh, you’d never forget this day. You were hanging out in her room like always, touching practically everything as she played video games. You were always intrigued with her wild imagination, her art. So you went over to her desk that had paint galore, a tiny cork-board on the wall, positioned so perfectly..Joel must’ve put it up.

Your eyes scanned over every little piece of paper Ellie had on the board, and you couldn’t help but be drawn to some that looked like you. They were..beautiful. Some sketches, some full-blown drawings of your face. You were in awe. And then of course, there was one paper that had Ellie and You as stick figures holding hands with smiles on your faces. It warmed your heart.

Ellie would sometimes get into mini arguments when it came to defending you,, even with Jesse or Dina. It never got any worse than a few “don’t say that.”, but it was safe to say she’d always be there to protect and defend you.

She was in absolute love with you. She’d never take you for granted,, You were her light.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #Ellie x reader #ellie tlou

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frogletscribe · 6 months

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This was supposed to just be a sketch and then got out of hand lol

Not based on any scene, i just really need soft Neteyam cuddles after working on the next few chapters lol. At this point I'm just using these two as warm up and cool down sketches in between my thesis work.

Until It Doesnt Hurt Masterlist (Also has more Anthe/Neteyam doodles linked!)

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limedane21 · 1 year

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It's God's Will [Vash x Reader][1/3]

Word Count: ~3.5k Description: The gang wakes up after a night of celebration. Problem is no one remembers the night and there might have been a wedding? A/N: Lowkey a crackfic but it got out of hand. No Roberto, he didn’t fit into the story so he isn’t in this one lol. [Part 2] [Part 3]

You didn’t want to wake up, willing yourself back into the dream you were slowly rousing from. You haven’t had such a nice dream in a while, even as you realized how actually bizarre it was as you replayed it in your head. Wolfwood was officiating you and Vash’s wedding with Meryl being the only attendee, cheering on from the church benches. Your bed was so comfortable and the sun warming you just right, you could almost imagine Vash lying behind you as you pretended the dream was real.

Sadly you aren’t able to stay asleep so you opened your eyes. You were in a hotel room you had no recollection of getting into the night before. It was very musty with a good amount of dust and rusted metal. In front of you was another bed, untouched, with a dresser between. The sun shone through the only window above the dresser, casting light on the floor where you saw your pack and boots and a very familiar-looking red coat.

Suddenly you felt a breath behind you making the hairs on the back of your neck stand. You cautiously turned your head over to see Vash, facing you as he slept on his stomach. You blinked trying to distinguish memory, reality, and dream. You slowly flipped over and spotted the ring on Vash’s finger. Your confusion grew as you looked to your own hand to see you too had a ring. They were both clearly part of a pair with red inlays that decorated the simple gold bands.

You had to figure out what happened last night. All you know for certain is that after everyone saved the town from a gang overlord, the townsfolk treated you to a party where everyone got wasted. And there might have been a wedding? Not wanting to explain that if you had to, you slipped off your ring. You carefully grasped Vash’s hand and slowly removed his ring. His fingers twitched and you knew your time was short. Once the ring was off, you quickly left the bed.

You and Vash were still wearing your clothes from the night before and with all your stuff on the floor you imagined you and Vash probably immediately went to bed. You stared at the rings in your hand, questions floating in your head. The weirdness of your dream could be explained by the alcohol, so does that mean it did happen? Will anyone remember? Is Wolfwood even certified to perform weddings?

You heard Vash take a deep inhale and start to move in the sheets. Panicking, you quickly messed up the sheets on the other bed, hiding the rings in your hand behind you as you sat on said bed.

When you looked back to Vash, he was yawning, his eyes fluttering open.

“Morning,” you greeted, sticking the rings in your back pocket, “Did you sleep well?”

“Mmm, yeah,” Vash smiled, sketching out, “I had a really nice dream.”

You couldn’t help but smile back at Vash’s cute face, “That’s good.”

You took a look out the window as you heard Vash sit up. It looked to be late morning or early afternoon.

“What about you?” Vash yawned.

“Oh, I slept well—” You turned back to Vash, your eyes widening.

Vash’s prosthetic arm was mostly missing, everything from the elbow down was gone. He looked at you confused before following your eye line. Lifting the missing arm, he just stared at it, probably trying to remember where it was.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” You prompted.

“I remember drinking,” Vash said before putting his hand behind his head as he turned to you smiling, “But that’s about it. You?”

You shook your head until you are a hundred percent sure what happened you will not bother Vash with the maybe-not-a-dream wedding, “Not really. I only remember early in the night. Mostly just us drinking at the bar and you had your arm then.”

Vash hummed before suddenly paling. You lept up, knowing that was Vash’s ‘I had too much to drink’ face. You grabbed his mostly missing arm as he put a hand over his mouth. You made it to the bathroom in time and left to give Vash some privacy. You quickly found a small bag to store the rings in and hid them at the bottom of your pack as Vash emptied his stomach.

“How about you relax in bed for a bit while I get you some breakfast?” you said as he walked back into the room.

Vash sat down on his bed, “Yeah, maybe see if the others are up and know anything?”

“I’ll see,” you grabbed your boots and sat next to Vash as you put them on, “Though I don’t even know if we are all in the same hotel. I just hope we paid for this and didn’t just barge into a random room and fell asleep.”

Vash laughed which made you smile, you were hoping to keep his spirits up.

You stood up and waved at Vash, grabbing your pack, “I’ll be back soon. Take it easy.”

You exited the room and looked down both ways down the hall. You really don’t remember getting here. You turned right and walked to the end of the hall. Luckily there was a staircase you went down and walked to the clerk.

“Morning,” you greeted.

“Oh god it's you,” the clerk replied.

You paused, “Uh… I’m sober now? Please tell me I paid for the room, if not—”

“No, no you did,” your shoulders relaxed, “But your whole group could barely form a sentence. I was shocked you all could get to your rooms.”

“Oh so everyone’s here?” that made things easier, “Has anyone else come down yet?”

“Nope,” the clerk shook his head, “You’re the first.”

“When did we come in?” you needed to get some sure of timeline started.

“About five am,” he replied.

You nodded and bid the clerk a good day before heading out into the morning sun. You put your hand over your eyes, you may not get as hungover as everyone else but your eyes still didn’t like how bright the sun was. You decided to go to the last place you remembered, the bar. There weren’t a lot of people out as you walked, probably because of the big party that happened the night before.

The bar was a mess when you entered. Many of the chairs and tables were overturned and puddles of you didn’t even want to know littered the floor. You saw the bartender from yesterday cleaning glasses behind the counter so you walked up to her.

“Morning, Y/N,” she smiled as you approached, “I hope you aren’t too ill. Seems like everyone else is.”

You chuckled, “Nah, I’m fine. I do have some questions though.”

“Oh? I hope they aren’t hard ones,” the bartender replied.

You leaned up on the counter, “Depends. Do you remember what happened last night? Specifically me and my friends?”

“Ah, well. You all stayed here for a while, drinking. Drinking a lot. The undertaker would come and go later in the night. Honestly, around one AM your whole group disappeared, no one knew where y’all went. We just assumed you and your friends went to the hotel.” the bartender said, “Oh, I do remember that little reporter taking a lot of photos that night, maybe they’ll have the answers to your questions?”

You felt your eyes light up in both happiness and dread. On one hand, you’ll learn if your dream was real (and you are believing more and more, it is) but on the other, you don’t want the others to remember. You and Vash were good friends sure, but you didn’t know if he felt anything more like you do. And you certainly didn’t want to ruin what you have. But on the other, other hand, you really needed to find where Vash’s arm went.

You thanked the bartender and went back outside. You figured you would talk to Meryl about the photos later. You doubted she got them developed while blackout drunk. You found a small sandwich shop and ordered a few for you and Vash. On your way back, you see a dark figure stumbling around on the porch outside the hotel. It was Wolfwood.

“I see you lived,” you said, walking up to him as he pulled out a smoke.

He just grunted in return.

You didn’t want to ask but you had to, “Do you remember anything from last night?”

His brows furrowed, “Not really, I remember the bar.”

You pressed your lips together, how did the majority of your group just lose several hours, “Well, Vash is missing his arm so if you remember anything that’ll be helpful.”

His eyes widened, “Needle-noggin lost his arm?” he laughed, “That idiot. Wait, you’ve seen him?”

You definitely didn’t like the glint in the priest’s eyes, “Yes, I’ve seen him,” you tersely replied before heading into the hotel, trusting you’ll get nothing more from the undertaker.

“Hey, wait for me” he called out, following you.

You found your hotel room and knocked on the door.

“Come in!” Vash called from inside.

“Wait a minute,” Wolfwood started, “How do you know what room Vash is in?”

You ignored him as you opened the unlocked door and walked through it.

“Ohhhh, I see,” Wolfwood smirked as he walked in with you.

You turned around and glared at him to shut up which thankfully he did if only to grin at you, signaling he wasn’t done messing with you. Vash was sitting up in bed already. It was weird not seeing the prosthetic. You sat next to him and pulled out one of the sandwiches, unwrapping it and handing it to Vash. He immediately started scarfing it down.

“Careful, you wouldn’t want you to throw up again,” you cautioned as you unwrapped your own sandwich.

“So,” Wolfwood started, leaning against the far wall with his cross, “How’d you lose your arm, Needle-noggin?”

“I don’t remember,” Vash replied, peeking inside the bag you put on your lap and grabbing another sandwich.

“Does anyone remember last night?” Wolfwood asked, crossing his arms.

Vash was struggling to unwrap the sandwich so you set aside yours and took it, unwrapping it for him. He smiled and muttered a quick ‘thank you’ before digging in.

You turned back to Wolfwood and shrugged, “Maybe Meryl? She’s the only one who I haven’t seen yet.”

With that, a loud slam of a door sounded in the hall outside you and Vash’s room. Everyone’s heads turned and Wolfwood pushed off the wall and walked over to see what was going on outside.

“Oh hey, Wolfwood,” you heard Meryl’s voice outside the room.

You couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation as you finished your sandwich. You glanced over at Vash, to find him looking at you. You were immediately lost in his blue eyes before noticing his bedhead. His hair was going in every which direction so you ran your fingers through it, hoping to fix it. It didn’t help much but Vash hummed contently, his eyes closing.

Meryl and Wolfwood returned to the room and snickered at you and Vash. You just glared as Vash waved to the two.

“Hello, Meryl!” he said.

“Where the hell did your arm go?” Meryl asked, pointing at Vash’s missing arm, apparently that wasn’t part of the conversation outside.

“Uh, I lost it?” Vash laughed, rubbing the back of his head, “Do you remember anything?”

Meryl facepalmed before answering, “No… Most of last night is lost to me.”

“Great so everyone got blackout drunk,” Wolfwood said, sitting on the bed across from you and Vash.

“I already asked the bartender this morning if she knew what happened,” you explained what you found out, “She said we left at one am and the clerk downstairs said we checked in at five. Which means we are missing quite a few hours.”

Everyone was silent as they were trying to remember those hours. Vash was peeking into the sandwich bag again.

“Hey, Meryl,” she turned to you, “The bartender said you took a lot of photos, do you have the film?”

“It should be in my room,” Meryl said, “Do you think there’s a development place in town?”

“There’s one,” Vash looked around for a second before pointing in a random direction, “That way.”

Meryl clasped her hands together, “Great, you can go and drop the film off. I need to write a report on what happened last night with the whole gang thing.”

With that, Meryl spun around and left the room. Vash was back digging into the bag, pulling out the last sandwich. He stared at it lost for a second before you plucked it out of his hand and started unwrapping it. This one was yours but you can get a snack later. At least Vash is eating, you reasoned.

“Are you well enough to go out?” you asked him, handing the unwrapped sandwich back to him.

“Yeah, don’t worry about me,” Vash replied, taking a big bite into his now third sandwich.

“Now you’re making me hungry,” Wolfwood commented, getting up from the bed, “I’m going to find something to eat. Let me know how that arm hunt goes.”

As Wolfwood left, Meryl returned with the film in hand and handed it to you, “Let me know as soon as you find anything, alright? My room number is 221.”

“Will do,” Vash replied, as you put the film roll into your pack.

“Thanks, bye," With that Meryl left, leaving your room door open.

You shook your head and got up from the bed, grabbing Vash's boots that were scattered on the floor. You set them in front of Vash and helped him put them on, lightly smacking his hand away when he tried to do it himself.

"I'm pretty useless without my arm, aren't I?" Vash said with a sad smile on his lips.

"That's not true," you immediately replied, you hated when Vash would get all self-loathing, "I'm just helping you out since you had a rough morning. Besides, I need you to show me where the film development place is."

"It hasn’t been that bad of a day, " Vash countered, "Waking up with you sl—" he cut himself off.

"Hmm?" You prompted, finishing off tying his boots and looking up at him.

"Ah, nothing," Vash wasn’t looking at you, "It's nothing."

Vash was hiding something but you decided not to press. He may not be good at hiding things but if he decided not to say something you’ll never get it out of him. You stood up and grabbed Vash's coat off the floor, patting off the dirt and dust. Vash got up from the bed and let you slip it on. While you slung your pack over your shoulder, Vash took his glasses off the dresser and put them on, grabbing his own pack.

You both checked out at the front desk and made your way outside. The truck was parked nearby and Vash went, putting his pack in the back. He returned to your right side, his eyes squinting in the sun. His hair glowed in the sunlight and you became entranced as you looked at him. He noticed you staring and smiled at you. You smiled awkwardly back, embarrassed you were caught. His left shoulder moved and confusion flashed across Vash’s face as he remembered his arm was gone. He then walked behind you to be at your left and took your hand in his.

“Wha—”

“C’mon, let’s go,” Vash laughed, dragging you down the street.

“How far is the development place anyway?” you asked; you and Vash now matching pace, hands still together.

“Not too far,” Vash replied, “Say, what do you want to do while we wait?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “I might get a snack soon since you ate one of my sandwiches.”

Vash’s left shoulder moved again and his expression soured a bit, “Sorry about that. You should have said something.”

“It’s fine,” you and Vash turned a corner, “I still have some double dollars left to splurge. Surprisingly, it wasn’t all spent on booze yesterday.”

“That’s good,” Vash stopped, “Oh, here we are.”

You looked up at the worn sign that read ‘Phillip’s Photography and more’. It was a smaller shop near the outskirts of town, mostly made of metal and sandstone. A bell rang as you pushed the door in, holding it open for Vash. The customer area only had a few chairs and the front desk and the walls were covered in photos. Behind the counter were several printers and a separate room for photo development. You walked up to the counter as an older man came from the back room, ink covering his apron.

“Hello,” you greeted, pulling out the film from your pack, “I was hoping you could develop this film as soon as possible.”

“Hmm,” the man looked at the film roll, “There’s a fee for rush orders.”

“Ah, please,” Vash whined, “Those photos could help me find my arm and we aren’t exactly made of money here.”

The man looked up, his serious expression changing in an instant, “Oh my, I didn’t realize our savior was here. Of course, I’ll get this film developed in fifteen minutes, no charge.”

Before you or Vash could respond the man rushed into the back. You turned to Vash.

“Just give people the puppy eyes and they’ll give you anything,” you commented.

Vash smiled nervously, his hand on the back of his head, “I just didn’t want you to pay the fee.”

A bang on the window behind you made you jump. Vash and you saw several children waving. Vash waved back and walked out to greet them. You stood at the doorway as the children excitedly talked to Vash about everything and anything.

“Hey, what happened to your arm,” one of the children noticed the loose sleeve.

“I seemed to have lost it last night,” Vash said before kneeling to their level, “Say, do you think you can look around and see if you can find it? I’ll get you all some ice cream if you are able to find it.”

The children immediately became detectives and started the search, splitting off in every direction and recruiting more to the search party.

“It’s going to be a lot of ice cream if they find it,” you said.

Vash made an eek sound before turning back to you, “I didn’t think that through.”

You sighed, the puppy eyes working on you, “I’ll cover it. I just hope it’s in town and not buried in the sand somewhere.”

“What do you think happened anyway?” Vash asked.

You both returned inside and sat on the chairs.

“Well,” you started, figuring how to word it right, “none of us had any wounds. Other than the missing arm,” you quickly added, “So no fights. We might have just partied at some other location. If we find it, that could give us some clues.”

Vash looked at his hand, “It must have been one hell of a party,” he laughed.

You chuckled, “Yeah, the best ones are the ones you don’t remember the next day.”

Several minutes passed as you and Vash waited for the photos. You occasionally saw a child run by the store. Vash had gotten bored and started looking at the photos that littered the walls. You closed your eyes and lightly napped.

You heard the shop owner walk over, “It looks like one of your friends had your arm, Mr. Vash.”

You immediately swung your legs as you got out of your seat and walked to the counter. The shop owner held the photo he was referencing and an envelope with the rest. Plucking the envelope out of his hand, you looked at the photo the owner held out to Vash, who took it and angled it so you both could see it.

The photo was of the group still at the bar, you and Vash were front and center, smiling at the camera with drinks in your hands. In the background, Wolfwood held Vash’s arm above his head, saying something. Clearly, Vash didn’t care that his arm was either stolen or given to the priest.

Vash chuckled, “Do you think Wolfwood remembers what he did with it?”

You shook your head, “I have no idea, maybe showing him the image will jog his memory?”

Before Vash could reply, the gaggle of children busted in and started yelling and grabbing onto Vash’s coat.

“We found it! We found it!” the children yelled, “C’mon, follow me, follow me!”

“Hey, wait a second,” Vash handed you the photo as he tried to keep the children from dragging him out the door, “Y/N!”

“I’ll catch up with you,” you called back, “Go get your arm.”

“Okay, I’ll see—” Vash was dragged out the door before he could finish.

You sighed in relief; you couldn’t have timed it better yourself.

“Congratulations by the way,” the shop owner said, winking at you.

[Part 2] [Part 3]

#vash x reader #vash x gn!reader #vash x you #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #vash

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ecrisparfois · 1 year

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sketchbook

summary : Y/N drew Draco in the middle of class, and got caught.

warning(s) : Umbridge

words : 1.3k

A/N : This is inspired by a real life event lol, so very self-indulgent. I miss story with plots :( Working on one but tbh I rather read than write because even though writing is one of my hobbies, not writing is also my hobby. so, yeah.

Umbridge class is might be the last class you wanted to be in right now. It might sound a bit harsh, but you rather have death eater disguised in Mad Eye Moody than her. Despite what he did last year, he's clearly way more competent than the women standing in front of the class. Speaking of the disguised defense against the dark arts teacher last year, you remember how he turned Draco into a ferret. You snorted at the memory, your pals in the neighboring desk send you a look of concern which you return with a reassuring shook.

You glance at the sight of Draco in the other side of the class. The sight of him under the morning sun caused you to gasp softly, stunned. He seemed just as bored as everyone else in the room; his lips curved down makes unnoticeable pout; his eyes looking back and forth from the blackboard to his textbook; his slender long finger holding the quill, dip it to the ink bottle in front of him every other minute; his head laid flat on his palm, his elbow on the desk helping his arm support the weight of his head; white blonde hair of his look so soft, reflecting the morning light.

You instinctively grabbed the sketchbook and pencil in your satchel. Ready to draw the Slytherin across the room. You took out the needed supplies without second thought. After all, fuck this class. Draco's beautiful features under the good lighting was too precious to be missed. You tossed your textbook to the side, flipping your sketchbook and readjust your seat to get a better position while drawing Draco. As if he knew of your activity, he stayed still like a good model. He didn't move much and his facial expressions didn't change.

An hour later, after glances you took of him so often, Draco beautiful features imprinted on the paper of your sketchbook. You grinned in satisfaction; looking back and forth from the sketch to Draco across the classroom. Not bad, just need a little completion. You just about to continue to go on a few small details when out of nowhere, Umbridge showed up behind your shoulder.

"Ms Y/L/N," your hands freeze at the painfully sweet voice. "What are you doing?" she asked sweetly, but her eyes already attached to the sketch.

You opened your mouth to answer and give her excuses but immediately shut it close as you realised 'bored' was not an acceptable reason to draw your classmate.

"Is that Mr Malfoy?" she snatched the sketchbook from your hand before you even have time to process what she was doing.

My precious Draco, you cried silently as she brought the sketchbook to her desk.

Draco shoot his head at your direction as he heard his name mentioned. He furrowed his eyes at you in disapproval, you refuse to meet his eyes in embarrassment. Your face growing warm as Umbridge flipped page after page of your sketchbook. You prayed to whatever God that might exist to keep Umbridge's mouth shut and to give her a bit of compassion not to humiliate you in front of the whole class. It seemed like God must be nonexistent, because Umbridge sent you a wickedly sweet smile that made you loath the sight of her even more than you did before.

"Ms Y/L/N. Do you think you're a good artist?" she asked with a mocking tone. "Your sketch is awful." she added before you could answer. Her hands dangerously brought your sketchbook up and flip it for the class to see.

It was a few weeks ago, Hermione in library reading her book. She flipped to another random pages, Daphne and Pansy painted each other nails. And last, she showed the whole class your latest sketch of Draco with his bored face. The whole class wasn't laughing at you, instead they send you an emphatic look. Umbridge seemed to be unsatisfied with the lack of humiliating response from your fellow classmates.

"You have a crush on Mr Malfoy? You drew him quite often," her questions pushed you off the edge. How dare she barge in to your personal space.

"That's none of your concern. You could insult me for my drawings, but you shouldn't ask about my personal life because you don't have the right to." you snapped at her. You know it was a bad move when you heard a few gasps from your classmates.

Surely, Umbridge face turned sour. "Detention, Ms Y/L/N. Don't talk to me like that and don't sketch anyone ever again. You’re an awful artist; to be sketched in your Merlin awful drawing is the biggest insult anyone could ever receive," she spat venomously.

She walks right to the middle in front of the class, still carrying your sketchbook. You expected her to return the book to your hand, but when she muttered 'incendio' your heart dropped. Seconds later, your sketchbook had burn to ashes. You don't know what exactly you must be feeling. You’re mad, sad and embarrassed all at the same time. The class was dismissed right after that. She leaving after sternly told you to go to her office after dinner for detention.

You’re so embarrassed you can’t look at anyone even when they pat your shoulder softly in attempt of reassurance.

"Hey Y/L/N," a soft voice calling your name. You turned around to find Draco standing behind you.

"Oh, hello, Malfoy." you nodded at him before realizing he must think how much of a creep you are for drawing him 'quite often' without his permission. "I'm so sorry, Malfoy. I didn't mean to creep you out or stalk you or anything. It's just I found you quite attractive when the light fell right on you," you rambled.

He just chuckled. "You think I'm attractive?" he smirked and rise his eyebrows.

Damn it! You should think through your words before sputtering things and embarrass yourself.

"Uh, no. I mean, yeah. Everyone is attractive to draw if they have the right light. Anyway, I'll stop sketching you. It's awful anyway, sorry again," your voice gradually got quieter. You look at the ground as if Draco was scolding you.

"Your sketch is lovely." he said with a genuine smile. You gaped at him in astonishment. "I'm flattered you choose me as one of your models. Thanks for sketching me 'quite often'," he put an emphasis at the last two words. You smiled bashfully. "Walk with me?" he offered. You just nod.

For that day, you were not sure if you should be mad for Umbridge destroying your months of works or do you have to be grateful for the newfound friendship you have with the boy you had a crush on for sometimes.

Bonus:

You walk to your room to find a package on the bed.

"Dray, what is it a package on the bed?"

"What package? I don't know just open it!" your husband yells back from kitchen.

You look at the fancy wrapping paper investigatively. You tear it to get a clue of what inside. You can’t believe your eyes as it sets to a familiar front cover of your old sketchbook. It was the one Umbridge set on fire! A note falls to your feet. You pick it up.

Yes, it is what you think. You should be thankful to have an exceptionally genius husband, like me. I like the drawings by the way, I think I look better on your sketchbook ;)

Love x

D, Malfoy

"Do you like it?" Draco asks softly, sneak his arm around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder.

"I like it. I love it, I love you," you jump on him, make him chuckle.

"I love you too." he kiss your temple lovingly.

#draco x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy #draco fanfiction

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theeerealpunkin · 1 month

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Bagginshield in 2024 anyone? Finished version here

#the hobbit #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #thorin x bilbo #the hobbit fanart #bagginshield #punkindraws #warm up sketch that got out of hand lol

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bomberqueen17 · 2 months

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fic update: chapter 3 of Eagle Sable

I know! out of left field here.

I wrote the first draft of this chapter in 2022, and it wasn't ready yet in the timeline exactly, but Thronebreaker had recently gotten onto my radar and I was excited about using those characters for evil. Anyway. The first draft, I was shooting for snark and missed, and Hobbit wisely pointed out that it was winding up in a really unpleasant dynamic. So I set it aside and figured I'd have to come back to it, and eventually did. But in the meantime, Sass had read it, and loved part of the scene, and did a sketch-outline of a comic about it, and I was like ok, it's not that I just like that bit, it's that it's genuinely resonant in some way. So I finally, finally got my shit together and did a scorched-earth rewrite-- the way I do it is I got my elderly laptop out and plugged in and called up the doc on the screen there, and then hand-type every word of the new doc on my current working computer, even bits that I'm keeping the same. Because you can't copy-paste and make big radical changes without getting mired-down in it. Well, I can't, anyway. (When I didn't have an elderly laptop the way to do it was to print it out, so.)

Anyway finally we know what happens next when Iorveth gets stoned, LOL.

Chapter 3 of An Eagle Sable, a Lozenge Gules, on AO3

“There’s not much company in this world that can intimidate me,” Gascon said, “but this is-- rather a bit much.” Unexpectedly Roche laughed, not a harsh sarcastic bark like Gascon had heard before, but a surprisingly warm little exclamation. “Do you think we’ll eat you?” I wish you would, Gascon was just barely sober enough not to say.

yes yes i keep slipping from friday updates. i might give up on fridays for now, just because other things keep getting scheduled on fridays.

#my writing #fic update #peace-tied #iorveth/roche #gascon brossard #going with the dog theme #the witcher #witcher 2 #thronebreaker

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annymation · 1 month

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Wait now I want to see KOW!Asha’s reaction to the voiceless plushie that Disney turned her bf into

Alright so now I will play with this differently, last time I wrote how the movie Wish would play out more less if Aster was in it instead of Star, now let's see how Kingdom of Wishes would play out had Star came down instead of Aster

Asha wished upon a star, so she could be guided on how to save her people, and so, the whole sky lit up with the most comforting and warm light, enveloping the whole kingdom.

Then, Asha found what caused that light, a little ball of energy and magic, flying around the woods with a red ball of yarn.

The little star flies up to her

"AAH!" She yells in surprise, but upon taking a closer look it's clear that the cute little yellow ball is harmless "H-hello there heh heh... A-are you the star I wished on?" The star nods yes excitedly, Asha looks at the little star with her eyes full of wonder "So you're here to guide me! That's great! I need your help to free all the wishes of Rosas, can your magic do that?" She asks, the little baby star already seems distracted with a butterfly passing by, Asha finds that adorable "Heh okay, maybe not. You're just a cute little guy, aren't you? Maybe we should start small" She holds the little star in her hands, the little ball of light seems to giggle like a baby in her hands "But most importantly, I can't let the king and queen find you... I know from experience they destroy any spark of hope they encounter."

The star looks at her confused and sad by that statement

Asha shows them a drawing of the king and queen (She ripped all the pages of her sketch book that had drawings of them earlier so she had to draw them again just for this lol) "See these two? They're very mean, and they've been changing people's wishes... They even changed my wish" Asha explains like she's talking to a baby, which she is. The tiny star gets really angry at that, it looks quite adorable when he tries punching the drawing with his little stubby arms "Hihih yeah it makes me mad too" The star points to the castle, giving the idea of them going there to get her wish, Asha is firm when she explain "Absolutely not, you gotta stay FAAAAR away from them, alright?" The star looks sad, Asha can tell, so she tries cheering them up "Hey, don't worry, we'll stop them... Together. We just need time to figure it out" She points her finger to the star, to which the star touches her finger happily like a little high five.

...

Aaaaand that's all I got, I don't feel like writing how Magnifico would find the star and how Asha would react and stuff. Though I will say this, remember how Magnifico's reaction to learning Aster was just around 18 years old was to yell at Asha saying "ASHA! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! YOU WISHED UPON A BABY STAR???"... yeah, let's just say he's even more shocked in this scenario to find Asha wised upon a literal NEW BORN.

#wish rewrite #wish reimagined #kingdom of wishes #ask

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sugawhaaa · 10 months

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Theo one-shot

"Ex!?!?!"

Word count::1,025

Warnings::mentions of abusive relatioship, mental and physical abuse

Pairing::Theo x fem!reader

Genre::fluff

A/N: I had another part to this that was basically pure smut but I felt it ruined the cute boyfriend vibes so I cut it out lol (if you want it just comment and I'll post it)

The sound of light scribbles and tiktok audios filled the hotel room you and Theo were currently staying in. Taeyang is on break right now and as a little get away you and him booked a hotel in his hometown. Today he showed you around the city and showed you where he went to school, parks he played at and at the end you got ice cream together. It was honestly a blast but tomorrow was the day you'd meet his parents for the first time. Theo is only your second boyfriend but still you know that meeting the parents never goes well.

"You seem upset," Theo said, worried looking up at you. He set his phone down and held your hand gently. "Are you stressing about tomorrow?" He said with his hair down in his eyes.

"Kinda…" you said, avoiding eye contact and looking at your little sketch.

"It'll be fine, I'm sure they'll love you," he smiled warmly at you as he rubbed his warm hand against yours.

"That's what they always say," you laughed.

"Either way, I don't care, I love you too much to care what my parents say," he smiled up at you and returned his gift. He kissed your hand and went back to his phone. "Remember if you need anything you can always talk to me,"

You nodded your head and went back to drawing as your other hand held Theo's. The room was so cozy, the dim lights, the rain outside, being with your boyfriend, it was perfect and the butterflies in your stomach went wild over Theos outfit. A short sleeved black hoodie and some baggy white pants. For some reason you loved it perhaps a little too much. You caught yourself staring at him when he looked up at you. You blushed and went back to drawing. Theo laughed.

"What's up with you? You acting so weird," he said as he set his phone down again.

"I dunno, I guess I'm just tired," you said leaning back in your chair.

"Okay let's go snuggle in bed then," he said immediately standing up. You were kind of surprised at how quickly he adjusted to your mood. He went over to the bed and you followed. You both crawled into bed facing each other. The warm blankets wrapped around both of you as Theo gently played with your hair as his eyes looked at you with pure love and adoration. "Did you ever meet your ex's parents…" he said randomly as he wrapped his arms around you.

"What? I mean yeah I did but why are you asking?" You said as you snuggled into his shoulder. He pouted before saying

"I want to be better than him,"

You laughed at him. "It's not funny!" He yelled.

"You're better than him in every way possible, you should know this," you said as you patted his head. He let go of the hug to look at you again.

"How can I know I'm better when you never tell me anything about him, I don't even know his name!" He pouted. Oh he can be such a baby sometimes.

"Fine his name was yoojun, and he hurt me," you frowned at him when his face contorted.

"He did what?" Theo looked at you sternly.

"He was just mentally abusive…mainly," you said awkwardly before showing him how upset you really were. He held you in his arms again.

"What would he do to you?" He said with a shaking voice.

"He tried to keep me away from my friends a lot, and it was like only his life mattered. If I ever complained about anything he would go on a rant about how difficult his life is," you sighed as Theo rubbed your back to comfort you. "And I mean sometimes he'd hit me. One time he thought-" you paused because tears started poking at your eyes. You took a deep breath and swallowed your tears. "He thought I was cheating on him and he had valid points but I wasn't! I didn't know how to back myself up so he slapped me…"

Theo's jaw dropped as his wide eyes stared at you.

"What!? Why didn't you tell me this before," he said, clearly upset.

"I dunno," you stuttered.

"What else did that bastard do!?" He said furiously.

"Whoa whoa relax baby it's okay, he's gone now," you put your hands on his chest. "But he did do some questionable things to me in bed," you said looking up at the ceiling.

"Like what!" Theo said, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you. You laughed at him while he sternly looked at you.

"I don't know, make me wear weird costumes and make rude comments about my body…" you softly spoke while Theo looked at you madly.

"Do you still think his insults are true?" He calmed down a bit but he was still mad.

"Kinda…" you said, biting your lip lightly.

"Oh I'm gonna prove that bastard so wrong," he said clenching his fist.

"W-what do you mean?" You said nervously watching him shift around in the bed.

"I'm going to prove to you how amazing you are!"

"But you don't even know what he said!" You said waving your hands around like a maniac.

"Alright tell me everything he said," Theo looked down at you while hanging over you. His face, inches away from your eyes, his body hovering over yours. You got flustered.

"Are you sure you wanna do this n-now?" You blushed and put your arms around his neck casually.

"Yes. Now stop avoiding my question," he growled.

"Okay fine! He said I taste bad…" you blushed and looked out the window covered in rain.

"Like your skin?" Theo said, confused.

"No," you blushed and let your arms fall above your head and rest on the pillow.

"Your mouth?" Asked leaning down closer to you.

"Nope.." you said, playing with your own hair. That's when it clicked in his brain. His finger traced your lips as his eyes darkened.

"I see now. I haven't gotten to taste that yet, would you mind lending me a bite?" He said with a bite of his lip. You blushed and looked up at him.

"As long as you want to," you said, putting your hands in his hair.

#p1harmony x reader #p1h theo #p1h fanart #p1h fluff #p1harmony theo #p1harmony smut #p1h x reader #p1harmony #p1h jiung #p1h soul #piwon

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sarcastic-positivity · 5 months

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(This is a one-shot I wrote based on the gerry x Tim roomates AU. It ended up a lot longer than I intended, but yk lol.)

Title: Another failed attempt at love

When Tim finally made it to the floor, his flat was on he stomped down the long hallway until he reached the door, where his flatmate, and more importantly, his bed was waiting for him.

He unlocked the door fumbling with his keys out of anger. He felt so stupid, he should've quit dating apps a long time ago but here we are. He shut the door louder than he intended and flinched at the realization. He wasn't sure if Gerry was awake or not, and he didn't want to risk waking that nightmare. Gerry needed his rest and lord help anyone who stand in his way.

But as soon as Tim turned to face the sitting room of his flat, if you could even call it that, he heard a raspy voice come from the unmoving figure sitting on the couch. "That bad huh?"

Gerry was sitting on the sofa, the only source of illumination being the graphics tablet sitting in his lap. His makeup was still on, though slightly smudged. Although Tim wasn't sure if that was intentional or not. Gerrys leather platforms were sitting off to the side in front of the couch as they usually sit, Tim was pretty sure there are dents in the dirty carpet where they sit.

"What are you a bloody vampire? Turn a light on!" Tim flipped the switch to his right and the room lit up. Gerry winced at the sudden light and indistinctly closed his eyes and tried to adjust.

"Unfortunately, no." The Gothic boy said sarcastically from where he sat. "So, did the date go well or not? You seem pissy."

Tim sighed and made his way across the room, "how difficult is it to pay for YOUR BLOODY MEAL!? He offered to pay or me! And then WHOOPS, forgot his wallet!" Tim waved his hands around to accentuate each word. He plopped down next to his flatmate as gracefully as a toddler doing a belly flop. "And I mean, I'm fine with paying for myself, but HE offered to pay! And then I had to pay for us BOTH!?" He continued.

"Wow, you've had a hell of a day." Gerry said mockingly.

But that was lost on the angry man sitting next to him. "Yeah! And he didn't even ask me any questions he just talked about himself and his ex the whole time." Tim sat with his arms crossed like a pouting child, mostly as a joke, but he was genuinely upset. There was a gap of silence where the two men sat in the thick tension filled air.

"Well, anyways, what are you drawing?" Tim broke the silence and leaned over the poorly died black haired man next to him.

"Eh, nothing, I just decided to draw you as a warm-up sketch. I'm gonna add some of the other archive workers." Tim looked into the bright tablet and saw a gorgeous drawing that shared his face. It honestly looked better than Tim did on a good day. It sure as hell didn't look like a bloody warm-up.

"That's amazing" he thought. He didn't realize untill Gerry responded that he had said it out loud.

"I mean, I've done better." Gerry said uncharacteristically shyly.

"Whats with the sudden humbleness? I thought you were good at everything?" Tim said sarcastically, and playfully elbowed his flatmate.

"I'm not good at everything, I'm just better than you." Gerry said with a smug smirk and a look in his eyes that somehow always seemed to make Tim nervous.

"Yeah, right." Tim teased, trying to hide the twisting feeling in his stomach and the rising temperature of his face.

Gerry went back to his drawing when he was finished teasing his flatmate. Tim watched him draw, he always did. But his eyes couldn't help but wonder to the artist. Gerry's dark gray eyes and smuged eyeliner were illuminated by the glowing tablet. The bright screen exentuated his features in a way that made Tim's face grow hotter.

Tim liked his Gothic roommate ever since they got to know eachother. They met through Jon, oddly enough. Apparently Gerry's mom worked in the institute in the 90's or something? Tim didn't really know the details, but based on how Gerry practically flinched each time she was brought up, Tim didn't want to ask. Gerry needed a place to live and Tim was barely affording his flat at the time, so they teamed up and Gerry moved in.

Tim didn't know how difficult it would be to live with the guy. He was only a year or two younger than Tim and he was hot, so he thought he would just jokingly flirt with him, from time to time like he did with everyone else and it wouldn't be a problem. Well little did he know that Gerry was also a huge tease, mostly to Tim which he thought was weird. Tim was really only on the giving end on the overly flirtatious friend, but Gerry would always find ways to knock him off his feet. Tim didn't know he had a thing for goths untill Gerry. Or maybe Tim just had a thing for Gerry.

"See something ya like?" Tim caught himself staring at Gerry's lips, that were twisted up into a smug smirk. That fucking smirk. Tim felt his face grow impossibly hotter as he tried to explain himself.

"I, well, I- I mean" Why was he bumbling like an idiot? He was good at this? This was his thing? He was the one who got people flustered, not the other way around. Tim heard Gerry start to laugh. God he loved Gerry's laugh. It was scratchy yet soft, it was like a shitty knitted jumper. But God it was cute. Tim watched the other man's lips as they laughed free of malice. He found himself leaning towards his gorgeous flatmate looking up into his eyes. Gerry suddenly stopped laughing and made a suprised expression. His pale face grew a bright shade of red as he looked at the man sitting next to him. He took a quick look at his lips then back to his large eyes.

Gerry quickly closed the distance between him and the other man. Tim genuinely couldn't believe he was kissing Gerry Keay. The man who flirted with him for more than a year and never actually made a move. Tim scooted closer trying to deepen the kiss. Gerry pulled away for a moment and before Tim could start to apologize for what he'd done. Gerry quickly moved the tablet from his lap and was back with his lips on Tim's.

Tim lifted his hand and placed it on the back of Gerry's neck. Gerry slightly parted his lips as an invitation and Tim quickly took it. Gerry supported himself on Tim's shoulders and Tim moved his hands to the other man's waist. Gerry was wearing an oversized jumper with a band that Tim didn't recognize, but it didn't really matter because Gerry swiftly pulled it off and threw it behind him. As Gerry moved to continue snogging his flatmate, Tim planted his hand on his chest to stop him.

"Why?" Gerry scrunched his brows in a puzzled expression and Tim continued. "Why are you doing this? Do you actually have feelings for me or is this just a fling?"

Tim was always awful with his words when it mattered most, but he felt he got his point across.

Gerry snickerd at his words and grabbed Tim's face with his tattoo clad hands "Tim Stoker, I have been in love with you for months." Tim lifted his brows in suprise.

"You wot?" Is all he could think of in response. The long haird man sitting next to him laughed, hands still wrapped around Tim's face. He pressed their foreheads together as Tim started to laugh as well.

The two men laughed together for a while. "I just, I never thought you actually had feelings for me." Tim said, the blood instantly flowing to his cheeks.

"I flirt with you all the time!?" Gerry responded throwing his hands in the air dramatically.

"You flirt with everyone!" Tim argued.

"No, no, no, you flirt with everyone. I only flirt with people I'm interested in and people who respond in funny ways. You just so happend to be both." Gerry looked at Tim with a smug expression and had the absolute gawl to wink! At the man who's already practically melting by the fact that the sexy goth he's shared a flat with for a year and a half, is in love with him. Tim felt his blood rushing a little further south than he'd like, so he turned away so as not to have even another problem on his hands.

"I love it when your shy." Gerry says with a smile. Tim turns and immediately grabs him by the neck of his t-shirt and kisses him. Gerry grabs his face and leans into the kiss.

"How's that for shy?" Tim says, pleasantly grinning at Gerry. The other man rolls his eyes and pulls Tim in for another kiss.

"Shut up, you tease."

Omggggg love love love

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