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“The jury have come to a decision and find Gamzee Makara, the Defendant, to be…”

“Not guilty.”

Gamzee took a deep breath as he leaned against the wall of the art store. It had been a week since the court case. The charges had been cleared as self-defense and he was allowed to continue his life as he had before. He grinned a little bit—the date with (Y/n) had gone great as well and despite fighting with himself, agreed they could begin an actual relationship. Disciple told them to keep the public affections outside of work or else she’d have them working different shifts.

He was a little nervous about it, god was he nervous, because 1) he had never had an actual relationship before and 2) there was still the standing issue of enemies from the gangs he left or ruined using her against him. However there was no denying the attraction he had for her, so he just went with what his heart was telling him.
“You look like you’re in a good mood,” (Y/n)’s amused voice brought him from his thoughts and he looked over at her. He gave her a lazy grin.

“Yeah, and now I’m in an even better one.”

“Cheesy at its best. Keep trying,” she chuckled, even though her cheeks reddened, unlocking the store door.

“Oh trust me, I will.”

“I’m sure,” she said with a smile, stepping inside and walking to the back as per usual. That was one thing he noticed about (Y/n)—she kept a routine and she did NOT like it changed, even in the slightest. He grinned a little—that meant the first week he worked there must have been highly irritating for her. Still, she seemed to take change all in good grace and tried to adapt to it.

Gamzee shrugged off his jacket and rolled it up, putting it in his cubby as (Y/n) flipped through some papers Disciple had laid out for them.

“Apparently we have an inspector coming in today to make sure we’re running things correctly, so that means you need to behave yourself,” (Y/n) said. “The new supplies are already in the storage, here’s the list of things to put on the sales racks…pretty much same thing with a new set of eyes watching us.”

“Wonderful,” Gamzee made a face—he hated being scrutinized and that was exactly what the inspector would be doing. (Y/n) smiled at him a little over her shoulder.

“It’s not that bad. Just act professional and you’ll be fine.”

“Famous last words,” he muttered under his breath. “‘Just act professional and you’ll be fine,’ she says. ‘It’s not that bad,’ she says. Not that bad, my motherfucking ass.” He spat on the sidewalk, puffing on a cigarette like a steam engine. It was their break time, much to the relief of both (Y/n) and Gamzee. The inspector was going to cause a vein to pop from how downright irritating he was.

He was far worse than Kankri could even wish he could be when it came to a by-the-book rules and laws attitude. He was also a humongous flirt and constantly hit on (Y/n), which of course, pissed Gamzee off as (Y/n) was his woman and he did not appreciate other men making remarks about her. (Y/n), much to his approval, ignored the advances and, once or twice, made a cold remark in kind.

The inspector apparently had it in for Gamzee—trying to find some fault in how he worked, some flaw he could carve out and leave a black mark down on his name. Well, Gamzee thought as he snuffed out his cigarette angrily, he’s going to have to try a lot harder than that. He wasn’t going to let this guy get under his skin any further.


(Y/n)’s voice brought him from his thoughts and turned his attention up to the girl that was leaning around the corner. The one request Disciple had made when he started working there was that he smoked behind the building. That was fine, really, though they had to walk around the building as there was only an emergency exit and a warehouse door for supplies to be brought in.


“You alright? You looked angry when you walked out,” she said, deeming it safe to approach and walking towards him.

“I kind of was,” he admitted, leaning against the wall and letting his head fall back against it.

“Don’t let him get under your skin, Gamzee. He’s just testing you,” she said, leaning against the wall beside him.

“He’s pissing me off.”

“Think of something else when he starts in on you then,” (Y/n) suggested.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. You’re Gamzee, think Gamzee thoughts.”

He paused for a minute, before he started to chuckle and he grinned a wicked smile. (Y/n) blushed, she knew what that smile meant.

“You pervert.”

“Hey, you suggested it, I was just going along with it! I can’t help it, you know that.”

“You can help it, you just choose not to.”

“It’s your fault for being a tease with those clothes on,” he smirked. (Y/n) scowled at that and blushed an even deeper red.

“I swear, I’m starting to believe all your brain is made up of is porno movies and dirty magazines.”

“A good portion of it is.”

“You’re not supposed to agree with that!”

Gamzee laughed at her exasperated, flustered expression. She was too cute sometimes and he was grateful for her presence. She knew how to make him smile, even if it was at the expense of her own modesty.

“I’m going to assume you’re feeling better now,” she muttered and he nodded, leaning down to kiss her temple, making her cheeks flare an even brighter red, but he caught the smile curling her lips.

“You just have that effect on me, kitten.”

“Good. I don’t want to see you frowning anymore today, then,” she said.

“I’ll try not to.”

“That’s all I’m asking for.”

(Y/n) had to give him credit—he did try. She saw him struggling to just concentrate on his job and not on what the inspector was doing. She could almost feel the waves of anger and frustration just pulsing off Gamzee and she knew there were several times where he had to bite his tongue, most likely to the point of blood being drawn. She figured she could treat Gamzee after this hellish day. He deserved it.

The inspector left by the end of the day and Gamzee finally gave into his temper when the inspector made a rather derogatory comment to (Y/n) before he exited the store. Gamzee ended up breaking a table in the back room in half from punching it to let off some steam. He wound up panicking a little bit when he realized what he had done because it was a display table. (Y/n) just wrote a note to Disciple about it, before closing the shop and leading him out.

They spent the rest of the afternoon in town, wandering the various stores and the mall and (Y/n) was pleased that she was able to get him back into a good mood. He walked her home as it grew dark and after saying their good night’s, leaned down and gave her a short, chaste kiss on the lips before she realized what was happening. She blushed and stared at him. He grinned and gave a wink, before turning to walk home.

It was so worth the day of hell they both experienced.
The Lost Get Found - 11(Human!GamzeexReader)
Oh Gog, I am sooo sorry about the lack of updates! I've been overwhelmed with school and this is the first actually time I can take a breather(thank you Jack Frost for snow days). Between that and trying to get everything done for the wedding in July....yeah, I've been tired.

So, here's the next chapter in the series! Sorry for it being so late, guys!


Beginning:Chapter One

Previous: Chapter Ten

  • Mood: Distracted
  • Listening to: Fan. No, seriously, my fan...Ceiling fan.
  • Reading: Whatever catches my interest
  • Watching: Family Guy....shut up.
  • Playing: Meh.
  • Eating: Was eating gummy worms.
  • Drinking: Sweet tea
I'm so sorry! I haven't updated in soo long, and I might not for another while longer. My Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays aren't terribly bad, but my Tuesdays and Thursdays are murder. Human Growth and Development, World History with a teacher that scares the piss out of me and Human Anatomy and Physiology and A&P Lab. A loooottt of work to get done in just fourteen more weeks. Good god, already? Jeeze.

I know, I know, it's an excuse and I shouldn't make them, but I've just got a lot on my plate I'm trying to get adjusted to again.
Gamzee felt like slamming his head against the table. He really did.

This….lying, no-good sack of steaming shit was claiming more damage than he had really been dealt. Claimed Gamzee tried to kill him and had attacked first. Said Disciple and (Y/n) were just lying to cover Gamzee’s ass because they were scared of him. The asshole wasn’t even dressed properly—he came in dressing like a thug, whereas Gamzee actually put an effort in his appearance. What? He’s been to court one too many times to know that appearance was everything.

He hadn’t ever really wanted to kill anyone before, but he was starting to get that feeling for this prick.

He could only be thankful he had one of the best lawyers available.

Kankri was calm, cool and collected; he had all the evidence he needed and the testimonies from the witnesses and had past cases on his side. The thug’s lawyer didn’t really even want to testify for his client—he already knew this case was over before it begun.

The trial took two and a half hours. Gamzee couldn’t feel his ass anymore and his back was stiff from the chair he had to sit in.

It seemed the judge had enough of the lies coming from the thug and his lawyer and finally let the jury go to decide the end of the trial. Gamzee was grateful because it meant he could stretch. He went outside of the courthouse for a smoke and fresh air.

“You know, those things will kill you.”

Gamzee looked over at (Y/n) as she approached him, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips as he dug for his lighter in his pocket. He smirked a little and pulled out his lighter, lighting his cigarette before taking a deep drag, holding it for a moment, before releasing it.

“I’ll take cigarettes to jail-time,” he said, sliding the lighter back into his pocket. (Y/n) rolled her eyes a little. Gamzee eyed her from the corner of his eye.

She was dressed in a black pencil skirt that reached her knees, showing off her long legs, and a white button-down blouse that was tucked into the skirt. She looked like a school teacher with her hair pulled back in a neat bun and her glasses perched on her nose. She raised her brows at his staring.


Gamzee smirked and flicked his ashes.

“I like the school teacher get-up, kitten. Could be fun for a role-play,” he teased and she blushed, scowling at him.

“Honestly, Gamzee?”

“What? I’m just saying it’s pretty sexy. You should wear skirts more often.”

“Not going to happen. I hate skirts or dresses of any kind. The only reason I’m wearing this damned thing is because I don’t have any dress pants,” she scowled.

“Should have worn heels too, instead of those flats.”

“Not no, but hell no.”

“Aw, you’re no fun, kitten,” Gamzee chuckled, placing the cigarette between his lips again, digging in his pocket again.

(Y/n) looked at Gamzee, her frown fading as she took him in. He wore a pair of clean, brand-new jeans and black loafers. His black, long-sleeved button-up was tucked in and ironed, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his hair was clean and brushed back from his face, the loose curls framing his sharp face. He had even taken out his piercings, though there was nothing he could do for the scars across his face.
He…really looked quite handsome.

(Y/n) blinked when she realized he was addressing her.


“I said are you hungry?”

“Oh…a little, why?”

“Here,” he handed her a couple of dollars. “There’s a couple of vending machines. Find yourself something to sate that hunger for a little bit and I’ll take you out to lunch after this whole deal’s over with. Sound like a plan?”

(Y/n) blinked at him in surprise. Was he….asking her out?

“Before you ask, yes, kitten, I am actually asking you out on a lunch date,” Gamzee said, his eyes sparkling with humor. She blushed a little.

“…yeah, alright. Sounds like a plan,” she replied and he smiled. Damn him for being so damn good-looking!

“By the way, (Y/n)….thanks. For, you know…the past couple of weeks and putting forth your testimonies. You could have been like everyone else and just stayed quiet,” he said, blowing a smoke ring.

“You don’t need to thank me, Gamzee,” she said softly. “Anyone with any heart would have done it, especially since you did nothing wrong. I did it because you’re my friend, Gamzee, and that’s all that’s really needed.”

“…is a friend all I am to you?” he asked, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. (Y/n) hesitated for a moment.

“…well, if you were, I don’t believe I would have agreed to a lunch date,” she said and his indigo eyes caught hers. He smiled again and dropped his cigarette, snuffing it out before he pushed off the pillar he had been leaning against.

(Y/n) watched him a little warily as he approached her, standing in front of her. She had to tilt her head back to look him in the eye; even with her 5’9 frame, he easily towered over her. He looked at her for a moment, before he reached up and gently brushed his fingers against her cheek and jaw, looking in her eyes as if he was searching for something.

Gamzee seemed to be thinking about something, before he leaned down towards her and she closed her eyes. She felt soft lips brush against her forehead and felt his warm breath on her skin, before he pulled away. She opened her eyes to look at him again as he pulled back, smiling a little. Was that…was that a blush on his cheeks?

(Y/n) couldn’t help but smile as she took note of that. So even Gamzee Makara could feel some embarrassment. Cute.

Gamzee glanced at the courthouse door, seeing Kankri waving at him and he nodded.

“Come on. They’ve came to a decision,” he murmured, turning to head back up the steps. He paused when he felt a soft hand take his and he looked back at (Y/n), who was blushing deeply and avoiding his gaze. He smiled and gently squeezed her hand, before walking to the door, (Y/n) following with her hand in his.
The Lost Get Found - 10(Human!GamzeexReader)

Note: I've never been to court. So yeah, this is just what I've learned by watching court shows....

But update!

And despite the ending, this is not the last chapter, relax.

I own nothing!



Beginning: Chapter One

Previous: Chapter Nine

Next: Chapter Eleven
(Y/n) tried to push the events that happened on Friday from her mind over the weekend. She had things to do, like refurbishing her home and working on her book. She didn’t need to let that inhibit her. Yet, when Monday afternoon rolled around, (Y/n) was hesitant about taking her usual route. She stood outside the park for a moment, thinking, before deciding to just take the long route home for now.

She didn’t want a repeat—and she may not have someone there to help next time.

(Y/n) hated having to walk the longer route—her feet already hurt from her shoes and standing on them all day and the longer she was in them, the more her feet throbbed. She finally stopped long enough to pull off her shoes. This wasn’t the best thing for her stockings, but whatever. She’d deal with it. It was more comfortable walking this way.

(Y/n) sighed when she heard the whispers in her ears, chattering away. “Must you keep yammering in my ear? I can’t even think anymore.”

‘So ungrateful! And after we warned you too!’

“Of what, you never said,” (Y/n) muttered.

‘We didn’t have time, thanks! You’re lucky those soul reapers showed up!’


(Y/n) stopped in her tracks.

“Soul reapers? You mean those two spirits that helped me on Friday?”

‘We’re not allowed to say!’

“Start talking before I go see that crazy medium.”

‘No! Not her!’

“Then talk,” (Y/n) said, beginning to walk again.

‘There are people called Soul Reapers that take care of those dark spirits, like the one that attacked yesterday. They protect innocent souls and send them to the Soul Society when they need to. The thing that attacked was called a Hollow, a very dangerous Hollow called a Grande Menos.’

(Y/n) chewed her cheek for a minute, thinking this new information over.


‘Okay? That’s it?!’

“What else am I supposed to say? It’s not like I’ll ever run into another one again and hopefully I won’t run into another one of those Hollows. Now hush, I have to make a payment on the house.”


‘You should really get a boyfriend. Get laid, you know.’

“Seriously? I have enough trouble controlling my hormones without your help. It’s not like I’d have any peace with you guys constantly hovering,” (Y/n) replied sourly as she slapped paint onto the wall of her newly fixed up bedroom. She was painting the walls a soft shade of violet, her furniture in the center of the room as she worked.

‘That Captain Ukitake was pretty cute~’

‘Captain Shunsui was cute too!”

“Wonderful, I’m surrounded by fangirls,” (Y/n) sighed, rolling her eyes as she wiped away a bead of sweat—the scrunched her nose when she smeared paint along her face. “Ugh, damn it.”

She heard them giggle and she sighed, setting the brush on top of the can and walking to the bathroom to clean her face up. She needed to consider making something to eat anyway. As she leaned over to wash her face with the water, she felt a presence different from the others enter the bathroom and out of instinct, she looked up into the mirror.

A blurred image of a person in black and white clothing stood behind her, startling her. She whipped around and saw….nothing. The bathroom was empty. The presence still lingered, though and she reached for her glasses, not bothering to dry her face as she put them on and looked in the mirror again. The image was a little clearer, but still blurry. They were taller than her, male from the looks of it with…white hair? Long white hair. Wearing black and white robes.

“Who’s there? Who are you? And why can I see you in the mirror?” (Y/n) asked, confused now. They shifted behind her in surprise.

“Ah, I had hoped you wouldn’t have noticed me, but it seems your spiritual pressure is higher than I first thought.”

Ah. That voice. That…Ukitake character, right? What was he doing here?

“Of course I noticed you, I can always tell when there’s a spirit nearby, though you’re….a lot different,” (Y/n) said, frowning.

“That’s one way to put it, yes. I happened to overhear the other spirits speaking to you earlier.”

“Yeah, you’re a Soul Reaper, right?”

“You’re taking this quite well.”

“I was in an insane asylum for half of my life because I can hear spirits. Nothing really bothers me anymore.”

The Soul Reaper looked quite startled by that.

“Insane asylum?”

“Yeah, you know? The happy home? Loony bin? All those other fun names?” (Y/n) said dryly, watching him in the mirror. “You never said what you wanted.”

“Oh…I suppose I haven’t. I came to investigate you, or at least your spiritual pressure, a little further. It intrigued me that you could hear me and feel me, but you’re not able to see me. For some reason, you can almost see me in the mirror, from the looks of it.”

“Yeah, it’s always been that way,” (Y/n) said, glancing over at where he was standing. Still nothing. She looked back at the mirror again.

“You are quite the interesting young lady, Miss.”

“Oh God, please don’t call me that. I hear it enough at work…”

“What would you like for me to call you then? I’m afraid I don’t have a name.”

(Y/n) smiled a little. “(Y/n). My name is (Y/n).”

“It’s a pleasure to formally meet you, (Y/n). I’m Jushiro Ukitake, Captain of the 13th Squad.”

“Indeed, Captain Ukitake.”

“Please….you can just call me Jushiro.”

(Y/n) had the distinct impression he was smiling and she couldn’t help but smile as well.

“Jushiro it is, then.”

A thought crossed her mind.

“Neh, Jushiro?”


“….Exactly how long have you been around here?”

He shifted and he coughed a little, “Well….I showed up when one of the spirits around you mentioned you needing a boyfriend?”

Oh my God, he heard that. (Y/n) let her head drop, nearly hitting the sink. Her face was bright red.

“I’m going to kill whoever said that. Again,” she muttered. She heard hysterical giggles outside the bathroom and Jushiro gave a low chuckle. “I cannot believe you heard that—wait a minute, you guys knew he was there when that was brought up!!”

‘Crap, she figured it out!’

‘Let’s go, quick!’

(Y/n) felt the spirits leave, leaving her alone with Jushiro. She grumbled under her breath about going to see the crazy medium, which got the Soul Reaper laughing.


“You’re quite amusing when you’re embarrassed.”

“Oh, shut up!!” (Y/n)’s face flamed an even darker red, turning and stomping out of the bathroom, walking to the kitchen. She faintly heard soft footsteps following her, so the Soul Reaper was following her. She dug around in her refrigerator until she found some fruit and sliced it into a bowl to eat.

“Is that all you’re going to eat?”

(Y/n) popped a slice of strawberry in her mouth and savored the tart and sweet mixture in her mouth before she replied, “For now, yes. I had to pay my mortgage this week, so it’s hard to get groceries when most of your money goes to your house.”

“I see…”

“Say, do Soul Reapers eat?”

“Yes, we do. While we’re spirits, we’re not spirits in the sense of what you’re used to. In our world, the Soul Society, we eat and drink to sustain our energies.”

“Huh. Cool,” (Y/n) hummed, popping a grape in her mouth now, leaning against the counter, shifting her gaze to where she felt the presence of Jushiro. “It’s so strange feeling you, but not seeing you. I feel your presence stronger than any other spirit I’ve met.”

“I suppose that’s not too strange. After all, I am able to physically touch you, so that might have something to do with it.”

(Y/n) shrugged, and she thought back on the earlier conversation with the spirits. Stupid spirits. They wouldn’t let her live this down now.

“…say, Jushiro? What do you look like? I can kinda see you, but not detailed. Well, at least kinda see you in mirrors, for some odd reason.”

“Hmm…well, I’m very pale. And no, it doesn’t have anything to do with being a spirit.”

“Are you ill?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Are you ill? Wait, can spirits even get ill?”

“You’re…quite perceptive…”

“Your breathing. Your lungs sound kind of ragged.”

“You have very good hearing. Yes, I am ill…I’ve had an illness since I was quite young.”

“I see. Continue.”

“I wear Shihakushō—traditional robes worn by Shinigami. Over that is a white Captain’s haori. My hair is white and is long. My eyes are brown. Hm….anything else?”

(Y/n) closed her eyes, trying to envision it. He must be taller than her, from where his voice came from, and he had a firm body. “….I just can’t imagine it. Maybe it’s the white long hair. Do you look old?”

“Goodness me, I hope not,” he chuckled. “No, I look quite young. I suppose in my mid-twenties to a human’s eye.”

“That makes things a little easier to imagine…Kinda wish I could fully see what you actually look like though, and not as a blur in the mirror.”

“Now why’s that?”

(Y/n) blushed a little and shrugged. Truth be told, she wanted a face to put to the voice that made her shiver, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. “I guess….I just want to be able to see who I’m talking to…Just hearing spirits throws people off…It gets annoying having voices in your ears and not being able to see the people they’re coming from.”

“I suppose that is a good reason.”

“I like to think so,” (Y/n) said, finishing off her fruit and washing the bowl, before putting it away. She tended to like to try and keep her house clean. Easy enough with it just being here living there.

“…Have you always been alone?”

(Y/n)’s movements still and she sighed softly, resting her hands on the counter.

“…in a sense, yes….there was only ever one person that really, truly believed me and made friends with me…but she lives all the way in America. My family was scared of me, because I was hearing these voices and they finally sent me to a mental asylum. I was in and out for years, until I was eighteen. They diagnosed me with Paranoid Schizophrenia, because of the whispers. It wasn’t until I was sixteen I could hear them clearly.”

“Are they always so attracted to you?”

“The spirits? Yeah. I don’t know why. Something about me, I guess,” (Y/n) shrugged, wiping down her countertop. “It was disconcerting at first, but now I just kind of accept it. Welcome it sometimes, when I feel really lonely.”

“I’m sorry you’ve had to go through all of that.”

“It’s in the past. Nothing can be changed about it,” (Y/n) said, tossing the rag into the sink. “It helps fill the void, having them around, even if they can get a bit creepy sometimes.”


“I’m a horror movie addict,” (Y/n) smiled. “I get jumpy easily. When you’re not expecting a whisper in your ear at the climax of a scene, it can make you jump a little. Well, maybe more than a little.”

Jushiro gave a soft laugh at that and her smile grew.

“I’m sure they enjoy that.”

“I know they enjoy it. It’s why they do it. And they have to do it during a movie I either haven’t seen before or one they know scares me,” (Y/n) chuckled.

“Sounds like fun.”

“Hey, don’t get any ideas!” (Y/n) scowled playfully. “It’s bad enough with the regulars around!”

Jushiro could only laugh as the girl grinned and chuckled along with him.


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Artist | Student | Traditional Art
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So many life changes O_o Engaged, getting ready to move out with fiancé many new things!

Current Residence:Toccoa, Georgia
Size preference: Loose and comfy, plz
Print preference: Matte, plz. Glossy is too irritating.
Favourite genre of music: Depends on my mood
Favourite photographer: No photographer is my friend, really.
Favourite style of art: Realistic, fantasy, surrealistic....
Operating System: One that works? O.o
MP3 player of choice: Walkman, dude! (Which, sadly, has finally met its end after almost seven years of existence. RIP Walkman. I now have an Ipod...that is very touchy -_-)
Shell of choice: Haven't the slightest.
Wallpaper of choice: Gamzee, Karkat, Kurloz, Eren Jaeger, Levi Rivaille, Yu Kanda, Jack Frost....I could keep going.
Skin of choice: Don' know what that means.
Favourite cartoon character: Haha....too many to count....
Personal Quote: I am an artist, and artists do not listen to the rules of logic~ >:)
  • Mood: Distracted
  • Listening to: Fan. No, seriously, my fan...Ceiling fan.
  • Reading: Whatever catches my interest
  • Watching: Family Guy....shut up.
  • Playing: Meh.
  • Eating: Was eating gummy worms.
  • Drinking: Sweet tea
I'm so sorry! I haven't updated in soo long, and I might not for another while longer. My Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays aren't terribly bad, but my Tuesdays and Thursdays are murder. Human Growth and Development, World History with a teacher that scares the piss out of me and Human Anatomy and Physiology and A&P Lab. A loooottt of work to get done in just fourteen more weeks. Good god, already? Jeeze.

I know, I know, it's an excuse and I shouldn't make them, but I've just got a lot on my plate I'm trying to get adjusted to again.

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