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novasintheroom · 4 months

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Hellooooo!! Could you write about how Vash and wolfwood would react to reader being jealous, or the boys getting jealous over the reader please? Either would be great!

Thank you so much!!!

So, I only did Vash with this one since I'm in a Vash mood. Hope you enjoy a jealous reader!

Now part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3.

010: Jealousy

♡ Pairing - Vash x fem!Reader

♡ Word count - 0.7k

♡ Warnings - none

His shoulders are broad – that coat hides it well. You watch him rub shoulders with some of the locals at the bar. They pat his back, congratulate him on a job well done turning those bandits out of town.

“First round’s on me,” a woman purrs next to him. She rubs one of his shoulders. His ears go red, and you turn away with a silly gut feeling reserved for jealous teen girls. Luckily, your meal order comes.

“Alright,” the man says, setting down two large sets of plates, “got your house special here, and two bread bowls with our daily soup.” He wipes his hands and gives you a smile. “That’s a lot for a lady!”

“Oh, uh,” you blanch at the slight insult, “my friend, he’s…” you gesture toward Vash. The woman is hanging off his arm now, and it’s hard to tell if his coat or cheeks are redder. Still, he gives her a charming smile. Your stomach curdles. You thought that was your smile.

The man looks toward Vash and clicks his tongue. “Wouldn’t want to be him. Gabby has a way of getting into your wallet when you aren’t looking.” Alarmed, you stand, but the man laughs and waves you down. “I just mean her looks, darlin’. Fellas always throw her gifts and presents when they walk into town. Our hero might just find himself some double dollars short if he lets her keep at it.” He pauses and smiles, “‘Sides, maybe he deserves it for leaving you alone.” He looks you over and gives a wink. “Couldn’t be me if I had someone like you around all the time.”

Now you feel hot. A shaky laugh escapes, but you’re still slightly charmed by his obvious flirting.

“Here,” he continues, and slips a fat slice of cake on the table. “It’s not much, but you’re a hero like him. I saw the way you tricked those bandits into going outside. Wouldn’t have turned out nearly as nice if you hadn’t.” He takes your hand, bends down, and presses a light kiss to your knuckle. The man thankfully waves and goes back to the kitchen afterward.

You don’t know why, but you’re touched by the gesture. Not often people even notice you around when Vash saves the day – or ruins it, depending on who you are. You hum and pick at the cake, thinking of eating it before Vash can even smell it.

“Who was that?”

You jump at his voice and watch Vash slide into the booth. He gives you a smile, but it’s off. It’s one of his reserved ones, the one where he isn’t sure about something. “Oh,” you say, “just the waiter from the kitchen. He was just chatting.”

“Looked like flirting to me,” he comments. His mouth skews, his eyes watch the waiter go back through the swinging door with a strange intensity.

And just the way he says it, after he had a woman nearly in his lap not two minutes ago…An ugly little monster crawls up your throat and says, “Maybe it was.” You stab a bit of the cake and take a bite. “Wouldn’t mind getting picked up by him. Good lookin’.”

Those broad shoulders slump, and you feel no joy in the way his eyes sadden. “Oh, well…” he clears his throat and picks up a fork for his soup, “good for you!”

Any mirth you got from his reaction is short lived. He swirls the fork in his bread bowl, picking it up and letting the liquid dribble off the prongs, then doing it again. It's like you kicked a puppy. You sigh and get up. Damn his thick skull. Vash watches, suddenly afraid you're leaving (where? To the waiter?), but instead you sit beside and hip-check him to make room. “We’d better eat this cake before Gabby gets her grubby hands on it, too.”

Your shoulders brush, and you feel more than see him perk up – at your closeness, and the promise of cake. He’s too easy to please, you think. But your forks pick away at the cake before your dinner, and as you both fight over the last piece in a duel of utensils, you think you’re easy to please, too.

Especially when you have that charming smile all to yourself again.

#trigun stampede #trigun #tristamp #vash the stampede #writing #self insert #reader insert #vash x reader #nova writes #vash the stampede x reader #150 bullets #anonymous #requests #nova answers

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catdadeddie · 2 months

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i have to laugh at something. so oliver buck about natalia....oh we find out what happened pretty quickly, ryan about eddie with marisol....oh he's finding out who she is. What is with these dry ass responses to their supposed love interests meanwhile we get essays for their relationship with one another lol.

Yeah, it's pretty transparent 😂

#anon #nova answers #911 spoilers

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growup-thatbeautiful · 10 months

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I love all your fics!!!! I wondering if I could please request imagine (Triple Frontier) Ben Miller x shy girlfriend reader and both your infant son is mommy boy. Pretty adorable like every single day walking around the building, waiting for Ben or after the MMA fights, being both his good luck charms 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

A/n: you’re a genius, lovely! this is post-canon so i don’t have to deal with tom :) also, i spent so much time choosing the gif because i kept getting distracted about how pretty they are (the tf boys and the gifs)

Warnings: none :) reader has a kid, so if that’s not your thing don’t read!

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Good Luck Charm

The brick wall of the gym hallway is cool against your shoulder from where you’re leaning against it. The smell of clean linoleum and the hum of the fluorescents above you provide a timeless cocoon for the sleeping bundle in your arms to nuzzle in closer to your chest.

“Good morning, Jules,” you coo softly when the bundle opens his eyes. “Have a good nap?” You get a bleary-eyed stare in response. Julian, named after Benny’s mom Julia, slowly blinks at you before spitting out his pacifier, spit following behind.

“Baby, why’d you do that?” you ask him. “You want your paci.” Sure enough, his face starts to turn red and you see his throat work up an upset whimper. Before he can start to fuss to much, though, you press the pacifier back into his mouth. Contentment settles on his face and his eyes slide back closed.

Distantly, you can hear the yelling crowd from the gym, and you don’t know how Jules is sleeping at all. The crowd is larger than normal on account of the sizable opponent Benny is fighting, hence the reason you’re waiting in the hallway instead of watching the fight.

You used to watch all of his matches when you where dating- you couldn’t get enough of the thrill of watching your Benny up on that platform, fighting with all of his strength to win. But, as you got more attached to him, it got harder to watch him take punches, especially when you had Julian.

Even if you aren’t in the room, it doesn’t stop you from thinking about Benny. The fight hasn’t started yet, which means that he’s probably in the locker room down the hall getting hyped up by the guys. As clear as if he was right in front of you, you see him wrap his hands carefully with bandages and gloves, his wedding band around a cord on his neck that holds his dog tags.

Will’s probably giving him some sort of pep talk with Santiago tagging on any information he deems helpful, which usually isn’t. Frankie, quiet and composed, os sitting on the bench, sizing up the opponent and searching for any weaknesses. They make quiet the group of men together. All there for Benny, even though none of them have to do this anymore.

When the crowd’s cheers grow louder, you know Benny’s made his way into the gym. Your husband’s always been a town favorite, and tonight there’s some sort of special opponent that he’s facing. You try not to learn all of the details- they usually make you too nervous. Benny knows not to tell you anything the same way you know not to ask questions when you patch him up. Blood, after being with him for so long, isn’t a problem for you anymore.

From somewhere down the hall, a voice calls your name. You could recognize that voice from anywhere, and if that wasn’t a dead giveaway then the loud, expletive-filled Spanish greeting gives him away before you can turn around and tell him that Julian’s asleep. Santiago wraps his arms around you, careful of Julian, and greets you warmly. “Hola, mija. How’s the kid?”

“Trying to sleep,” you respond without any malice at all. “No thanks to you.” He at least looks a little bit ashamed, but that clears away from his face as soon as Frankie steps next to him.

“Jesus, Pope, could you be any louder?” Frankie says, patting you roughly on the shoulder with a grin. “You think you would learn how to be around kids after all this time, ¿eh cabròn?”

“Thanks, Frank.” Santi’s voice is dripping with its usual sarcasm and sass, but all of you are used to it by now. 99% of what Santi says can be taken with a grain of salt.

In the gym, Benny’s name is announced over the loudspeaker and the lights start flashing rapidly. “I guess that’s your que to go,” you say. “Wouldn’t want you to miss anything.”

“Can we convince you to join us?” Frankie asks. Because it’s Frankie, you know he means the offer. If you asked him, he would take care of Julian while you went to see Benny, and you would trust him fully to do so. After two of his own kids, Frankie knows how to take care of all kinds of disasters, and you know his gentleness applies to anyone he considers family.

But you just don’t think that you watching is a good idea. “Nah, it’s okay, Frankie. Maybe next time.” Both of you know you’ll say the exact same thing next time too, but you always appreciate the offer.

With a knowing look, Frankie nods and leads Santiago down the hall with him into the crowded, hazy gym. You turn your attention back to Julian, who looks content in his dinosaur onesie. It was a gift from Will, and Benny wanted Julian to show support for his uncles.

The rest of the fight passes in a the crowds oohs and aahs and you can only pay so much attention to it before it starts to make you too anxious. Realistically, you know Benny can handle whoever it is he’s fighting. You heard accidentally that there’s a pound difference between them, but Benny’s fast for someone his size and you know that he can his own. Plus, he’s got a hearty amount of backup in case something goes wrong. The worst you’ve ever had to patch up in a long is a bloody nose or bruised ribs, and even then Benny usually knows how to take care of himself more than you do.

Eventually, you hear the triumphant roars reach a crescendo and the announcer calls out Benny as the winner. Pride fills your chest as you whisper to Julian. “Daddy won his fight, Jules. Just like we told him to.” Julian, waking up due to the raised noise levels, looks at you through squinted blue eyes just like his father’s.

As people trickle past you through the back exit, you make your way into the locker room where you know Benny and the guys will be as soon as Benny’s cleared by the unofficial doctor on site. It must not have been close at all because they show up after only a few minutes, cheering and yelling their way through the door.

When Benny sees you, a grin lights up his face, as if it’s a surprise to see you there. Like you would ever miss a fight.

With one strong arm wrapped around your waist, he pulls you in to a bruising kiss. “Honey,” he mutters against your lips, “I think you might be my good luck charm.”

Even after all these years, your heart still swells at his words, at the idea of Benny being just as enamored with you as you are with him. “I think Julian might be part of it too.”

With a grin, Benny looks down at the baby between you. “Hey, bud,” he greets, two sandy blond-haired heads looking at each other. While you’re the one who can seemingly always get Jules to sleep, Benny always wakes him up. Luckily, though, Julian is usually happy when he sees Benny. You can’t blame him. “How was your day with mama?”

“He had a rough day at school,” you explain softly to Benny, looking at Julian. “Apparently he was fussy.”

Benny scoffs and carefully takes Julian when you offer him. If it was anyone else covered in sweat and blood, you would say no, but you know Benny’s at least washed his hands. “My baby? Never. He’s an angel.”

“Sure, honey,” you respond, happy to see the twinkle in Benny’s eye. He may not agree, but you know there’s nothing that makes him in a better mood than winning and having his family there. “How was the fight?”

Benny’s grin spreads across his face and takes on a confidence that you usually don’t see outside of your home. “Not even close. He didn’t see a fuckin’ thing coming.”

“Benny,” you sigh, gesturing to Julian. “I’ll let it slide because you just won.”

“Good luck getting Pope to stop. His favorite words aren’t appropriate for kids,” Benny says in return, but you know he’s trying. His language is already better than it used to be. “Isn’t that right, Jules?”

Jules responds with a happy noise, one that just makes Benny’s grin even wider. You can’t help but appreciate the sight before you; your two beaming boys with each other, your family together.

Yeah, you’re going to keep coming to his fights. Maybe your his good luck charm, maybe you’re not, but nothing could possibly stop you from seeing Benny like this.

Happy. Content. Loved.

“Come here, honey,” Benny calls to you, and who are you to say no. Carefully, you let yourself be wrapped in Benny’s arms, your head on the warm muscle of his shoulder. “Thanks for coming tonight.”

“Of course,” you whisper. “We’re your good luck charms, right?”

“Absolutely,” he agrees. You ignore the whistling and cheering of Santi and Frankie and the over-exaggerated gagging of Will. “Nothin’ like you, sweetheart. Or you-” he looks down at Julia “-bud.”

You can’t help but agree.

#i’ve been talking with my friends about how much i want kids recently so this is perfect nonnie <3 #nova answers #this is adorable #triple frontier #benny miller #benjamin miller #ben miller #benny miller fanfic #benny miller x female reader #benny miller fic #benny miller x reader #benny miller fanfiction #benny miller x you #benny miller x y/n #benjamin miller x you #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier fic #triple frontier boys

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novaneondream · 12 days

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Hi how are we feeling about the latest jump cover? (I am exploding. My bakudeku heart...)

They make me want to lock myself in a vault and eat a brick. I’m just so AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I WILL NEVER MOVE ON. Katsuki’s smile is so gentle and authentic it’s making me emotional because WHAT. That’s the type of imagery I only see in fics 😭 soft Kacchan is real and I will never recover. And the FACT that this cover has both of the boys in it smiling so happy with fucking Sakura petals blowing in the wind??? Like what in the BL type beat is this?!? The jump from action shounen covers to coming of age rom com??? I MEAN AT THIS POINT- IT KINDA IS- but real talk it makes me feel really happy but also bittersweet because this feels like the finale and I’m not ready to say goodbye to the boys yet. They really have come so far and if you told me bkdk would have progressed this much a couple of years ago, I would’ve never imagined. But anyways- I’m spiraling but yes I have totally normal feelings about the jump cover.

#all I want is for them to be happpyyyhh #nova answers

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null-version-nova · 20 days

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fortunately for you i don't have any actual weaponry so it might be a bit more even than you think

your sona is likely physically stronger than an anemic and tiny human :p. don't think i can overpower a motor.

#nova talks #nova answers

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ghostly-groundskeeper · 13 days

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dig — when your muse makes a mistake, are they quick to own up to it or will they ignore that they’ve done any wrong?

I hate admitting when I made a mistake, I always feel like I'm gonna get in trouble or get yelled at.

I uhh I try to admit when I've done something wrong, but I do... tend to... sometimes ignore it or pretend it wasn't me.

I know that's bad.

#trainer-tal #answered asks #nova answers #pkmn rp #self insert rp

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bluelabratory · 8 months

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is it true you graduated valedictorian at cuntservin university?

yes this is me

#nova answers #i tjink was the tag #danny phantom #lroobably #dark danny #funny… funny joke

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whimsicalcotton · 4 months

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max but she has the deer trait of licking things she shouldnt and getting her tongue stuck to it, inspired by the fact that i watch trail cam recordings while writing

weekly winter occurrence

#thank u for putting this image in my head dhsfgsjhs here's a scribble #had a Ruff weekend so this was an 11/10 ask to come back to #nova answers #honeybunchesobees

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novalunosiss · 2 years

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lets forget about byler and focus on the only valid will ship: WillxD&D /hj

Lmaooo fr. Byler who? I only know Will x D&D

He’s always thinking of D&D 🥺 they’re so cute together <3

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novasintheroom · 6 months

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Hello! Could you write about Vash and Wolfwood reacting to a shy/timid reader?

Thank you for this ask! I hope I did justice to what you had in mind! <3

I think Vash would see it as a sort of novelty to come across you – quiet and timid, shy to a painful degree. Most people he meets are brazen; gruff. To come across someone so…soft, is a treat in his long life.

He may not realize how loud he is at first. And even if he isn’t loud, he certainly catches quite a bit of attention. He’ll realize quickly, though, that this sort of attention is not something you enjoy. So he’ll do his best to quiet down and stave off any unwanted attention. He wants to talk with you, to see how someone remains so soft and shy in such a harsh world and survives.

If it has something to do with your living situation, you bet Vash will do his best to right it in some way. Maybe he’ll even offer for you to join him to the next town – see if you can start a new life there! If it’s just your personality though, Vash will see a strength in you that others often look over. It takes a lot of guts to remain soft and not crowd the world with your noise. He’ll have a great respect for you by the time you two part ways.

If you two decide to stick together, however, Vash may try to take over talking for you at first. He just doesn’t want anyone to walk all over you! You’ll have to grow into something a little more sturdy to adventure with Vash, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be quiet and strong at the same time. Quite the contrary. Vash often seeks you out for advice, as you often notice things others don’t. He will appreciate any look into your inner worlds, as they are vast and deep if he just has the patience to be let in.

/~*~\

Wolfwood would be a little jerk about it at first. He’d probably call you something like “Squeaky” for how timid your voice comes out or how you squeak anytime he looks at you. You remind him of some of the younger kids he was with in the orphanage – the ones who look lost and alone no matter how many kids are around. When he makes that connection, he turns into Big Brother™ and takes you under his wing.

Wolfwood would still tease you a bit, but it’s out of love and concern. If he keeps teasing you, you might actually grow some teeth and bite back one of these times. That would be a relief in his eyes, because he hates the thought of someone bigger than you coming along to rough you up. If you’re sticking with him and the gang, you’ll need to grow a backbone. Don’t worry, he knows it takes time. It’s a hard shell to crack! But with his help and jokes, you’ll be toe-to-toe with the best of them.

The longer you stick together, the more he seeks you out for company. Wolfwood may be able to keep up with Vash’s rowdiness and Meryl and Millie’s antics, but at the end of the day, he just wants to relax and have a smoke. You provide a warmth like that of dying embers on a perfect night. Your quietness turns more comfortable than awkward, as you settle into the routine of finding a secluded place to just sit and watch the sunset together. It can’t last forever – there are people to save and a Stampede to follow, after all – but it’s tradition. It’s sacred. It’s only between you two. He’ll protect you ‘til you’re ready to fight for yourself.

Even then, he’ll still call you ‘Squeaky.’

#trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #tristamp #writing #self insert #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #reader insert #nova writes #wolfwood x reader #ww x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #anonymous #nova answers #anonymous ask

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catdadeddie · 2 months

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The way in which Ryan and Oliver are answering questions about their love interests v. Buck and Eddie is a form of comedy I didn’t know I needed 😂

YEAH, it's pure insanity in the best form

#anon #nova answers

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growup-thatbeautiful · 1 year

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love the whole bullet proof universe!!, saw your post about young tan and maybe you could write something about first meeting/those couple years of pining/getting together. i live for that stuff

omg yes! i went for pining :) i like the idea of writing the first meeting, though! maybe in the future...

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Taglist: loves: @venusthepirate @shadows-of-nyx @syd-vixious @thefloatingpickle @sallyp-53 @fictionalcomforts @s-hanster @the-bisaster @phoenixhits @wee-little-mouse @cupofstarss @eefos @slut-f0r-u @kpopgirlbtssvt

Warnings: explicit language, violence, death, pining, slight angst

professional casualties

“Be safe,” is what you end up saying every time you want to tell him you love him. It’s not a confession, not the “I love you” that you want to scream at him, not the “get home safe” that you could probably get away with. You stopped denying these things a long time ago. You can’t get him out of your mind, the way he smiles at Lemon when he doesn’t think anyone else is watching, and the way his eyes are always cunning, always hunting and grey.

“I always am,” is his response every time, a grin on his face as he gives you a two-fingered salute. You’ll watch him walk away until he’s out of your eyesight, and whatever deep-colored suit he’s wearing will take the clean smell of his cologne with him. The gun in his waistband is hidden from everyone else, but you know it’s there, protecting him.

It never gets easier, saying goodbye. You thought it would be at this point, having worked with him for so long. You’re coming up on two years of working with Lemon and Tangerine on odd jobs here and there, but it’s more recently that you’ve noticed how often they’ve been asking you to join them on their jobs. This is the third one in a month, and you don’t know why it’s getting harder and harder to say goodbye.

It’s the end of a job, and you have to go back to your silent flat where there’s nothing waiting for you except for an empty fridge and cold floors. Lemon wasn’t on this one, so it was just you and Tangerine up against the others. It wasn’t a hard job, nothing Tan couldn’t have done by himself, but it was nice to spend time with him. After the bloodshed of this weekend, you don’t really want to let him walk away. You want to go home with him, to be a source of comfort in his life, not someone he only knows as a killer. That, however, takes a lot of nerve that you don’t have. It’s better to be his work accomplice or his friend than to be nothing at all.

The walk home is longer than you want it to be. With blood staining your clothes and dripping down your wrists. You instinctively scratch at the dried blood that crusts your face as you shove open your front door. It opens with a groan, protesting against your weight. You’re used to it at this point, having lived at this flat for a few months. It’s an absolute shithole, with a leaking sink and water stains on the ceiling, and it doesn’t really have any special meaning to you. It’s not even safe most of the time, hence the various alarm systems that ring in your ears as soon as the front door cracks open.

Slowly, you make your way to the panel where your alarms are set and enter the code. The alarms stop and the relief of silence fills the small room. In a daze, you go through the motions of taking your overcoat off, putting your weapons in their designated places, and changing into more comfortable clothes. You don’t really have the brainpower to shower right now, and you’re used to the feeling of blood drying on your skin: it’s not as uncomfortable as it used to be, at least.

You can’t help but notice the way your hands are shaking, which in itself isn’t that weird following a job, but usually, they’re steadier by now. You chalk it up to the fast pace of the mission, but deep down you know what it really is. There was a moment, brief and fleeting, during the job when things had been going pretty badly. You were on the second floor of the building, holding off one of the guards, while Tangerine was on the floor below, fighting the two others. For a moment, lost your eyesight of him, and all you could hear was the various sounds of fighting. Then, a gunshot.

You’re a professional. Under almost any other circumstances, you know how to stay calm, and how to avoid panicking. But this was different. For a terrifying moment, you didn’t know if Tangerine was okay, which isn’t out of the ordinary. You should be completely used to the idea of his death, and you’re not even with him on all of his jobs. However, the idea of him bleeding out beneath you was completely unbearable. Without thinking, you finished off the guard you were fighting with a knife to the throat and tripped down the stairs, rushing over bodies and weapons to find a figure standing over two bodies.

They turned around and you were met with clear grey eyes and a furrowed brow. “What are you doing, love?” he asked, a grin creeping onto his face. “Were you worried about me?”

You had denied it, of course, but you couldn’t get it out of your head, the vision of him with blood pouring out of an open wound. The possibility that, for a moment, Tangerine was hurt haunted you, and it still does, if you’re being honest with yourself.

You’re pouring water into your tea kettle when your phone rings. Strangely, it’s not your work phone, which is unusual. With a groan, you reach for it, swiping across the screen at the unknown number. “Hello?” you ask, holding the phone up with your shoulder. With your free hands, you start the sink and scrape the blood out from under your nails.

“Did you get home safe?” a familiar voice asks. Tangerine’s never called you after a job before. Sure, he’s brisque and the point, but it’s better than nothing at all.

“I did,” you answer. “Did you?”

“Yeah,” he replies shortly. Then, in a softer tone, he asks, “Is- are you safe?”

“I’m at my flat,” you say instead of answering the question. Because you’re not really safe here, you never really are.

“Yeah, I fucking know that,” Tangerine sighs, “But are you safe? I can’t have you getting caught on my ass.”

“Let me guess,” you grab one of your mugs and pour the tea, “I’m a liability because I’ve seen your face.”

His voice is dry when he responds, but you can hear the trace elements of tiredness seeping through. Somewhere in the background, you hear the low hum of the television and Lemon’s voice. “Yes.”

“So sweet of you,” you respond sarcastically. “I can’t believe I have such a gentleman looking after me.” You take your tea and head to the bedroom, placing it down on your dresser and flopping down onto your bed.

“Hey now,” he chides, “I’m a fucking gentleman. Or, at least, I know how to pretend to be one. Right, love?”

You hum noncommittedly and turn your phone on speaker so that you can put it off to the side. “I would need more evidence.”

“You’ve got plenty,” he protests, “I held the door for you the other day.”

“I was fucking shot in the leg, you didn’t have a choice.” You still have the bandage wrapped around your thigh from where a bullet grazed it. You know how to take a shot and how to fight with an injury.

“Yeah, well I never curse in front of kids,” he attempts to defend. “That’s gentlemanly of me.”

“You cursed in front of children yesterday. A whole fucking rant in front of that poor little boy. I wouldn’t say that that makes you a gentleman.”

“I apologized though.”

“Doesn’t matter if you traumatized him,” you state matter-of-factly. “Still counts,” he says. “I should probably let you go, then. It’s getting late.” You don’t even know what time it is, but based on the moonlight beaming in from the small window, he’s right. You never sleep well on jobs, or when you come back from them, but you might as well try.

“Yeah,” you agree. “Call me if you have another job you need my help with.”

“I will,” he promises. You’re about to hang up when he continues, “Actually, Lemon and I were thinking about adding you to our team permanently. I- we- like having you around.”

“You do?” you ask quietly, turning onto your side and curling under your covers.

“I swear to God, don’t make me fucking say it again,” Tangerine groans. “We want to work with you. Is that so fucking hard to believe?”

“I always knew you were a big softie,” you tease. “I guess I’ll see you soon then, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “I’ll see you soon. Get some rest, okay?”

“I will,” you promise. You hold up the phone and pull the covers over your head, thinking about his voice. It’s a dangerous thing, seeing more of him. It certainly won’t make things easier for you, and you know that he’ll find out about how you feel. There’s only so long you can hide behind phone calls and the thin walls of your flat.

But just the idea of seeing him more makes you want to wake up tomorrow. That’s enough, for now. It has to be.

“I always knew you were a big softie,” you tease. “I guess I’ll see you soon then, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “I’ll see you soon. Get some rest, okay?”

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novaneondream · 15 days

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Hello hello hello!! I love your art so much!! When it showed up on my FYP, I legit started stimming from happiness so much at how STUNNING and talented you are!! I've always loved art, especially of dragons and adding in my favourite Angy lad?? [chefs kiss]!

I hope to get back into drawing soon, but its hard because I can never really get faces to look right. Even if I have a half-good sketch, the colouring throws me off, and I end up hating it to the hell called the trash pile.

I was wondering if you had any tips or tricks to share from that massively talented mind of yours ^^;; I'd be forever in your debt :3

-♟️

AWWWWW YOU FLATTER ME!! Thank you so much for all the kind words! They made me smile so much and my heart so full 🥹

But oh my gosh!! I hope you get back into drawing too and hope that it’s a good time when you do 🥺 What’s been working for me recently to get in the art groove is to not only do pleasure art for myself but also doing quick art studies. Most of the times I use them as warm ups. There are a lot of resources you can find online for anatomy and portrait references.

Here are some really good websites I would recommend:

http://reference.sketchdaily.net

https://line-of-action.com

https://quickposes.com/en

and good ole Pinterest 🤙

But setting yourself a timer for 5 or 10 minutes so you don’t get too attached and spend too much time on these warm up sketches can be very helpful. Not only does this help me get warmed up since I understand my first couple of drawings aren’t always going to be good when I start a drawing session, but it gets me in the habit of drawing more often. And the more you draw, the more you’ll naturally see progress and start to piece things together. So don’t be too hard on yourself. Sometimes when a sketch isn’t working, that usually means it’s time to move on to the next drawing or take a break and that’s okay! Also never be afraid to keep those discarded sketches even if you think it’s bad! You’ll thank yourself later when you look back and see how much you’ve improved over time and that alone can also be a motivator to keep going (and also really big confident boosters when you redraw old art). But just have fun with it, take breaks when needed, and keep drawing!!

All the best on your art journey!

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