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The Lost Get Found - 19 (Human!Gamzee x Reader)The Lost Get Found - 19 (Human!Gamzee x Reader) by VincentValentineGirl
Dancing around in just a giant t-shirt and the shortest pair of shorts known to man while expecting a pervert of a boyfriend probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but….(Y/n) didn’t care. Uma Thurman by Fallout Boy was playing and she wasn’t going to let the looming possibility of Gamzee catching her ruin her fun.
(Y/n) gave a laugh and shook her hips. She should probably get dressed before he shows up….nah.
“She wants to dance like Uma Thurman
Bury me 'til I confess
She wants to dance like Uma Thurman
And I can’t get you out of my head!”
She twirled and threw her hands up, jumping around and singing along like an idiot, laughing the entire time.
“Well, if I knew you were putting on a show, I would have come sooner!”
(Y/n) squealed in surprise and leapt for the radio, turning it off quickly, whipping around to find Gamzee laughing like a madman in the doorway of the kitchen, where she had been dancing around.
The Lost Get Found - 18 (Human!Gamzee x Reader)The Lost Get Found - 18 (Human!Gamzee x Reader) by VincentValentineGirl
A groan left Kankri’s lips.
He tossed down the file in his hands and flopped back in his desk chair, pushing a hand through his normally neat hair. He couldn’t seem to focus at all today.
It’s been six months.
Six months since he had been with Sam.
The most he ever did with her was hug her and hold her hand. His brother picked at him about it, too. Most by this time had already gone way further than that. It amazed him, really, that Sam was okay with it all. He figured she would have gotten tired of the physical distance between them and left him by now, but she understood why. Kankri smiled a little bit—Sam was something else, that’s for sure.
“Too much work?”
Kankri looked over at the doorway where Sam was standing, her apron folded over her arm. He gave a sigh and shook his head.
“No, too many thoughts running through my mind,” he answered.
“Mm,” she hummed, walking over to the desk and sitting down in the chair acros
The Lost Get Found - 17 (Human!Gamzee x Reader)The Lost Get Found - 17 (Human!Gamzee x Reader) by VincentValentineGirl
(Y/n) was allowed to go home the next day once she was able to keep food down and Disciple told her to stay home and recover for the rest of the week. Gamzee stopped by after his shift every day to check up on her. By Friday, she was fully recovered and very bored. She was sitting on the couch flipping through channels, in fact, when she heard the door unlock and Gamzee step inside.
“Look at that, you’re not in bed.”
“No, I’m quite fine and very bored,” (Y/n) said, tossing the remote control down and standing up, stretching. She was dressed comfortably, since she didn’t have to work, wearing a pair of loose yoga pants and a faded t-shirt.
“You look bored,” Gamzee smiled, shrugging off his jacket. He usually stayed for a while to keep her company, something she was grateful for.
“What gave that away? The blank look on my face, or the fact I’m flipping through the television?” (Y/n) said with a smirk, walking over to
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Anime Zodiac Compatibility Chart. Hetalia (2)Anime Zodiac Compatibility Chart. Hetalia (2) by VampireGodesNyx
Aries - Spain
Taurus - Prussia
Gemini - Greece
Cancer - Netherlands
Leo - Finland
Virgo - Poland
Libra - Denmark
Scorpio - Hong Kong
Sagittarius - Grandpa Rome
Capricorn - Norway
Aquarius - Iceland
Pisces - Egypt
This tells you who you are compatible with, NOT who you are or are like!
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“Come on, kitten, you gotta wake up for me…”
“Gamzee, we need to cool her down, she’s too hot.”
“She needs to go to the doctor.”
What were they going on about now? Those…voices sounded familiar…
“Sis, will you promise me somethin’?”
“Sure ____, what is it?”
“Promise you won’t leave me, like everyone else?”
“Awe….____, you know I won’t! I don’t care what anyone else thinks, remember?”
“She’s so hot….” Worried. He sounded worried.
“Her temperature’s high and she won’t keep anything we give her down. She needs a doctor, Gamzee.”
“….alright. Grab some more blankets. She needs to stay warm.”
Warm? She wasn’t warm, she was freezing. That hand on hers felt so wonderfully warm, she didn’t want them to let go, but she just couldn’t get her body to work for her….
“Run!! You need to run!!”
“I can’t!! I can’t leave him, I promised I wouldn’t!”
“He doesn’t recognize you anymore! Run while you can!!”
“Alright, lil’ mama, we’re gonna get you some help, just hold on a little bit.”
She felt horribly dizzy as her body was shifted and lifted up into strong arms and she gave a weak groan.
“I know, shh….Sam, can you get the door?”
She heard footsteps, moving across carpet, then tile floor. A blanket was pulled over her head and she was pulled closer to a firm chest.
“Harthway is a good facility to take her to.”
“They’re half an hour away. She needs help now.”
“We can’t take her to Loggington, they’re terrible with Emergency Care.”
“Harthway it is, then.”
“Kitty, kitty, come out and play~ Where are you hiding? HONK!!”
“___,please, you’re not yourself….”
“Why so fucking scared, kitty? You look more like a MOUSE!!”
“____please, stop!! Don’t!! You swore you would never hurt me!! Not like them!”
“……I fucking did, didn’t I? Heh….heheh…”
Her eyes fluttered open for a moment. She caught the sight of passing lights. A face shone when the light hit it. A familiar face, with three long scars and dark hair….A face that looked terribly tight with worry. Why was he so worried? He was never worried, right?
A gentle hand stroked her hair and her eyes fluttered shut again.
“Any change? We’re almost there.”
“No. Not for bad or for good.”
God, her head was pounding….everything felt like it was moving…spinning, spinning…
“I don’t want to leave you, ____”
“I don’t want you to leave, kitty….I’m so fucking flushed for you…”
“Heh…I love you too, my goofy clown.”
Heh….goofy clown….goofy clown….that reminded her of her own clown faced dope.
“Go get a nurse, Sam, she needs to be seen to immediately. Gamzee, hurry, she needs to get out of the cold.”
“Come on, kitten, we’re getting you help, don’t you take a dive now.”
“We were so fucking close!! So damn close!!”
“_____,calm down, alright? We’ll just figure something else out.”
“You don’t get it, do you? You’re fucking human, of course you wouldn’t!!”
“Hey, bro, chill out.”
“No I won’t ‘chill out!’ Because of her, we’re still having to run for our lives! Because of her, we have to find a new way to get rid of Jack ____!!!”
“I…I’m sorry, ____at….I didn’t mean—“
“You never mean to do anything! You always mess things up, always!!”
“Sorry…sorry….” She mumbled, a hot tear sliding down her cheek.
“What? Kitten, what’s wrong?” A hand wiped away the wetness.
“She’s having a fever dream. There’s no rhyme or reason to them, they’re mostly just caused by her temperature. She’s lucky you brought her here.”
“What’s wrong with her?”
“You need to relax, please, calm down, this won’t solve anything—“
“It will! It’ll end this! Don’t you get it? It’s my fault this happened in the first place! If…If I’m gone, then you’re be able to end this!”
“No, lil’ mama, please you promised you wouldn’t leave me!”
“I’m so sorry, ____I’m sorry….I know I promised, but I have to…”
“No! Don’t you do it! Don’t you fucking dare!”
“Please, don’t fight me on this!”
“Don’t do this to me, I need you!!”
“….I know….I’m sorry….Gam—“
Her eyes flew open.
Pain, there was pain, oh God it hurt!!
A scream ripped from her throat, scaring awake the other inhabitants of the room.
“What’s going on?”
“(Y/n)! Shit, something’s wrong, go get a nurse!!”
She screamed, clutching her mid-section. It was like a white-hot knife inside her, twisting and stabbing.
“(Y/n), (Y/n), what’s wrong?!” That was Gamzee’s voice, his hands on her, reaching down to push aside her clenching hands, pressing against her stomach. He could tell something was off, something wasn’t right. He barely touched her and she screamed again.
A nurse came in, with a lined bucket and a rolling tray.
“It’s her stomach. You might want to move, this is about to get messy. Her stomach’s about to reject everything.”
Oh god, the pain was making her feel so sick. She gagged and coughed and the bucket was shoved in her face. She emptied the contents of her stomach, almost violently. Her eyes were watering from the burning sting as everything she had eaten for the past two days exited her mouth. A warm hand held her hair from her face, a deep voice speaking soothingly to her.
“She should be better in the morning, once she’s past the vomiting stage.”
“I’ve never seen food poisoning this bad before,” Disciple said.
“It’s happened. A lot, lately, since that Chinese Restaurant opened up.”
“I think there’s going to be an inspection team sent there,” Sam muttered. “I’m going to call Kankri. He asked me to keep him and Karkat updated.” She exited the room, pulling out her phone as she walked.
“How did you not get sick, Gamzee?”
“I didn’t eat the chicken,” he said, frowning a little, brushing free pieces of hair out of her face. “Or any of the meat, actually. I tried a bite and thought it tasted weird.”
“You’ve got some sensitive taste buds then,” the nurse said. Gamzee chose not to comment on what crossed his mind at that statement.
(Y/n) groaned a little and coughed weakly. Gamzee took the napkin from the nurse to wipe her face as the nurse took the bucket to change out the lining.
“How much longer of this?”
“That could just be it or she could vomit for the next few hours. It’s hard to say, since everyone’s different,” the nurse said. “If there’s any problems, let me know. It’s best for it to run its course.”
Gamzee sighed softly as the nurse left, looking at (Y/n), who looked dazed and miserable as she leaned forward against the newly emptied bucket.
“What happened…?” (Y/n) muttered.
“You’re real sick, kitten,” he said, motioning to the hair tie on Disciple’s wrist. She handed it over, letting him tie (Y/n)’s hair back. “That Chinese we had for lunch the other day gave you food poisoning real bad. Apparently you’re not the only one that’s had it from that place.”
“God, I feel like shit…” she groaned. “My stomach’s killing me…”
“It’s going to, until this runs its course,” Disciple said gently. “Do you remember calling Gamzee?”
“….no. I don’t remember anything since yesterday….” She mumbled.
“You mentioned at work that you were feeling kinda puny, kitten,” Gamzee said. “So Disciple let ya go home early, saying you should call if it gets worse. We didn’t hear anything from ya, even this morning when you didn’t show up to work, which worried us. You called me around five. You sounded….delirious and weak and when I asked what was wrong, you said you had fallen down out of bed and couldn’t get back up. You went quiet after that and I got worried. I called Disciple and Sam before heading over to your place. By the way, you should consider locking your front door.”
“I normally do…”
“Anyway….I went in and found you on your bedroom floor, with a high fever and completely out of it…we finally decided to bring you here when your fever spiked,” Gamzee said, “You really worried us, (Y/n).”
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, leaning back on the bed. She was pale and gaunt, with dark rings under her eyes, but he still thought she was lovely. Gamzee gently brushed his fingers against her cheek.
“You just focus on getting better, kitten, alright?” he murmured. Her eyes were starting to close, she was probably exhausted.
“Mm-hm….” She hummed groggily. He chuckled softly and leaned over to softly kiss her forehead.
“Sweet dreams, kitten.”
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Favourite photographer: No photographer is my friend, really.
Favourite style of art: Realistic, fantasy, surrealistic....
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