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gojonish · 5 months

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first meetings || ᵗᵃᵏᵃˢʰⁱ ᵐⁱᵗˢᵘʸᵃ

how you and mitsuya met

pairing: takashi mitsuya x fem!reader

content: fluff, lowercase intended, one curse word, idk how old mana and luna are but pretend they're like four here, i'm not a big fan of how i wrote this ngl

note: as y'all can see, i am still in my mitsuya arc teehee

mitsuya didn't believe in soulmates.

he believed love was overrated. especially when seeing takemitchy and hinata be all lovey-dubey, it made him realize how cringy dating can be. besides, he was too busy with toman and his sisters to even think about love. he knew there was a time for it, but he didn't think now.

well, at least until he met you. he still remembers that day like it was yesterday.

it was a sunny day, a little too hot for mitsuya's liking. he decided to take his sisters out to the playground near their house since they had been begging him for days now. he eventually complied, bringing along his sketchbook and pen to draw while his sisters played.

after a while, mitsuya noticed it was getting dark. did time really fly that fast? he looked up from his sketchbook to see his sisters-

where were his sisters?

he could've sworn they were playing on the swings just a minute ago- where could they have gone in such a short amount of time?

mitsuya looked everywhere in the park: the playground, the skatepark, the soccer field- but his sisters were nowhere to be found. he kept calling out their names, but there was no response.

he spent a good two hours looking for luna and mana but unfortunately, he couldn't find them. he sat on the stairs of his house, his head in his arms and tears threatening to leave his eyes. he was panicking now, hesitating to call the cops.

then he heard it.

"takashi!"

mitsuya looked up to see his two sisters running toward him, both with joyful tears in their eyes. they tackled him to the ground and hugged him, happy to be reunited with their brother.

"we're sorry for running away!" luna sobbed.

"yeah, we won't do it again!" mana cried.

mitsuya was so relieved, he thought he was hallucinating. tears streamed down his cheeks and he smiled softly, "it's okay, don't do it again, you little monsters.”

unbeknownst to the grey-haired teen, you were awkwardly standing in front of him, your hand rubbing the back of your neck nervously. that's their brother? he's so hot!

you didn't expect your shopping spree to be interrupted by two little girls asking for your help to find their brother. after many attempts on trying to ask what their brother looked like through their loud sobs, you decided to just walk them around the city until they calmed down.

after they finally eased up (which took almost an hour) you were finally able to ask them where they had come from which they replied with the park. they somehow led you to their house, which resulted in you being in this awkward situation.

the brother was cute, he had piercings and a grey mullet reaching down to his neck. he looked about your age, maybe older, but you weren't completely sure. he had a cute smile, one that made your cheeks heat up quickly.

after about three minutes, the family broke off their embrace. the two sisters lightened up when they saw you and tried to get their brother's attention on you.

"takashi! this pretty lady helped us find you!" mana said, holding you hand and jumping excitingly.

"yeah! she even bought us ice cream to make us feel better!" luna replied, pointing at you and smiling.

mitsuya finally locked his eyes on the girl his sisters were looking at and he felt his world stop. you were so...

pretty. so, so pretty

he's never seen anyone like you. you were ethereal- not a part of this world- an enigma to anyone's eyes-

"hello?"

mitsuya was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard your heavenly voice. "i'm sorry, what were you saying?"

you chuckled, which caused his heart to beat a bit faster, "i just wanted to ask if you'll be alright? i know you must’ve been worried about your sisters.”

mitsuya blinked, "oh, yes! i'll be great- amazing even! thank you for bringing them back.”

"of course, they were so sweet," you smiled and then breathed out, "well, i guess i'll be on my way then."

mitsuya didn't want you to leave, not yet. he didn't even get your name!

"wait!" he called out as you turned away, "would you like to stay for dinner? after that i can walk you home."

you chuckled nervously, "no no, it's alright-"

a stomach growl coming from you interrupted your sentence.

"you know what? maybe i'll take your offer," you laughed, "i'm (l/n)."

"mitsuya, nice to meet you, (l/n)."

you smiled and followed him inside, but stopped when you saw him pause in front of the door.

"hey, can i take you out tomorrow? for lunch or something?" he asked.

"oh, what's the reason?"

"think of it as repaying for finding my sisters for me," he winked, which made your throat dry.

you chuckled, "you really don't have to-"

"i want to."

your heart was beating too fast now, "okay fine mitsuya, deal."

the rest of the night was a time with laughter, jokes, and subtle (awkward) flirting between the two potential lovebirds. the two of you became friends quite quickly and with that, mitsuya’s friends figured out his girl-crush on you quite quickly.

extra!

mitsuya had recently been drawing you, just because he was so mesmerized by your beauty. he loved your reaction when he showed you the many sketches that he drew- and since your birthday was coming up, he wanted to draw a portrait of you as a present. he was currently practicing in his notebook.

mitsuya was so focused on drawing you that he didn't even notice the blonde that came up behind him.

"mitsuya, who's that you're drawing?" chifuyu asked, looking over the grey-haired boy's shoulder. "it's a girl!?"

upon hearing his voice, mitsuya shut his notebook (a little too quickly) and hid it behind his back, "she's nobody! she's just a fashion model i saw online."

"right..." chifuyu eyed him very suspiciously, but then left his area.

mitsuya let out a sigh of relief that chifuyu didn't catch onto his crush. if he had found out, then all of toman would know by now-

"guys! mitsuya has a crush on a girl and is drawing her in his sketchbook!"

oh shit.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev fluff #mitsuya x you #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya fluff #x reader #fluff #mitsuya takashi x reader #mitsuya x reader

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insphoeration · 4 months

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Portrait of a Woman Teaser

Series summary: Benedict paints the woman in his dream as per one Sir Henry Granville because, according to his mentor, when you paint the woman in your dream she will come to life. Only she does come to life, in the middle of the night, scaring the hell out of Benedict but not only that, she claims to be from the year 2023.

Warnings: None for this part

A young woman danced around a field, a chestnut coloured horse pranced along with her. Together they moved in slow motion, her dress flowed around her like water and the wind whipped her hair around her face as she laughed.

“Benedict!” She called to him.

Benedict grinned at her from where he sat with his back against an oak tree. His sketchbook was open in front of him but was long forgotten as he watched the woman let go of all her worries. He had intended to draw when the two set out this morning but that thought was abandoned as easily as the book Eloise had lent her.

Her horse slowed to a stop a few feet away and Benedict let out a laugh as he saw the horse tilt his head as if to ask her why she had stopped playing with him. Benedict lowered his eyes to his sketchbook, hoping she wouldn’t notice that the tips of his ears were now bright pink.

“Benedict!” She called again.

When Benedict looked up, he was struck by how beautiful you were. He had know you were beautiful since the first time he saw you and he has been continuously reminded ever since but this is the first time your beauty caused a tight feeling in his chest.

Behind you was a small boy, he couldn’t have been more than 5, he looked similar to benedict when he was around the same age but there was something different about his smile.

“Father!” the little boy called out.

Now Benedict could see as you grabbed the little boy's hand, the two of you walking towards him, smiling.

“Benedict, my love, what on earth could you be so deep in thought about?”

The boy had your smile.

“I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to have you both, how lucky I am to have found you and how in love with you I am.” Benedict heard his voice list. The words were so natural, rolling off his tongue as if he’s said them a thousand times, as if they were meant to be said a thousand more.

“Benedict,” You giggled as he pulled you into his lap. Little Charles fell onto the both of you, not knowing what it was he was giggling about but, giggling nonetheless.

“Benedict.” You said again, more serious this time. Benedict frowned at you, whatever it was that was making you unhappy would be dealt with immediately, he swore it.

“What is it, my love?” He asked, brushing his hand through your hair.

“You need to wake up.” You tell him, cupping his face in your hand.

“This is a dream?” He asked, his heart dropped to his stomach. You nodded at him and he ripped his eyes away from yours only to find that you were now alone in the field. The horses were gone and your son was nowhere to be found. Your book and his sketchbook were missing from where they lay beside him mere seconds ago. He had just noticed the blanket he was sat on had disappeared as well, along with the picnic basket you brought along, he could have sworn there was a basket, you’d broughten along a picnic, had you not?

“Benedict,” you tugged his face to look at you. “You have to wake up now my love.”

“No.” he choked, “No, I will not. I will not leave you.” He declared, shaking his head vigorously.

You brushed your thumb along his cheek and he stilled.

“I don’t want to leave you.” He whispered, a single tear flowing from his eye.

“I know,” you said, using your thumb to brush away his tear then leaning forward to kiss away the tear that fell from his other eye. “But you must. You must wake up and find me.”

With a scream, Benedict felt you being ripped away from each other.

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phantom-playdough · 1 year

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Sun Wukong x GN!Artist!Reader: "I swear I think I dreamed you into life."

Y/n was sat underneath a giant tree, watching Wukong and MK train. But while the two of them shook the foundation of Flower Fruit Mountain, Y/n studied Wukong's appearance. Suddenly, they got the brilliant idea to draw Wukong. They dug their sketchbook out of their bag and began to draw out the Monkey King.

MK got called away from training for work. Apparently, Pigsy had a HUGE amount of orders coming in and needed some help. So, Wukong said goodbye. He honestly nearly forgot that Y/n was even still here because they were so quiet. But when he noticed that they looked like they were drawing, he suddenly understood why. However, curiosity made him nosey.

So, Wukong transformed into his bird form and flew around the tree. He transformed back into his monkey form and peeked over to Y/n's shoulder, who still seemed blissfully unaware of who was behind them.

Needless to say, Wukong was quite taken aback when he saw that they were drawing him! In the drawing, Wukong was squatting down, looking up with a sweet smile.

"Now, who's that handsome devil?" He said with smug attitude.

Y/n jumped and launched their sketchbook up in the air. Wukong caught it and began studying the drawing up close.

"Jeez, Wukong! You scared me half to death!" Y/n shrieked, standing up to grab the sketchbook, but Wukong held it out of their grasp.

"This is really good!" Wukong said, his hand holding Y/n back to not take the drawing away.

Y/n sighed and gave up for the moment on taking the sketchbook back. "It's not really. I'm not--"

"Psh! This is super good, Y/n! I mean it! Why do you think it's not good?"

"Because I'm not that good?" Y/n wasn't sure if that was the right answer. Then again, they weren't sure if there was a right answer for that question to Wukong.

"Don't lie to me, Y/n! This is awesome! Mind if I keep it?" Wukong's eyes sparkled so brightly as he asked that it was impossible to say no to him. Y/n swore that he was too cute for his own good.

"Alright." Y/n took the sketchbook, taking the page out and handing it to Wukong.

As time passed, Wukong started a pattern of asking Y/n to draw random things he found. What they noticed was that everything he asked them to draw were very beautiful items. Once, it was a blue flower that was incredibly rare to come by. Another time, it was a peacock feather. (Y/n was skeptical ask where Wukong found it or how.) He even once asked them to draw a meteor shower over a cherry blossom tree.

But Y/n obliged with all of the requests despite their own questions. After all, who were they to turn down drawing practice. But they noticed that they never saw the drawings again after they were given to Wukong.

One day, Y/n went over to Flower Fruit Mountain only to find that Wukong was nowhere to be seen. They looked all around his small house but nothing. However, when they walked into Wukong's bedroom, Y/n had to do a double take to recognize what was hanging on the wall above Wukong's bed.

It was their drawings framed on the wall, every drawing from the flower, the feather, to even the portrait of Wukong.

"Y/n?" Wukong asked from the doorway, not expecting them today. He didn't sound mad at their intrusion in his room. Just a tad bit surprised.

"You kept them?" Y/n asked wistfully, not turning around to keep looking at the frames.

"Well, yeah!" Wukong came over and stood next to Y/n. His tail wrapped around their waist as he spoke. "They make me think of you." Y/n peeled their eyes away to look quizzically at him. "I mean, I can't stop smiling when I think of you. I swear I think I dreamed you into life or something. 'Cause you're so...perfect."

"What are you saying, Wukong? This sounds like a confession." Y/n said, voice filled with hope.

Wukong leaned in so closely that his nose was a hair away from touching Y/n's. "Maybe it is." He said with a smile so sweet it made Y/n think of the drawing of that same smile framed behind them.

Y/n couldn't help but smile back and kiss his nose. The look of shock and beet red blush that overcame Wukong's face made Y/n laugh. But their chuckles were cut short by Wukong's tail around their waist pulling them closer so their lips would lock against his.

"You're lucky you're cute, Wukong." Y/n said after they pulled away.

"Oh, so I'm cute?"

"Yeah, and you know you are. That's why you get away with things."

"Oh, and here I thought it was 'cause of my devilishly good charms."

"That too, goofball." Y/n said before kissing him again. The kissing grew in tandem before Wukong picked them up and hopped on the bed, holding them close as he leaned back, staring at the drawings above his bed fondly.

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dark-frosted-heart · 7 months

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Together with a Prince - Sariel Noir (main route)

aka the event where Emma turns into a child

Sariel's day started off normal until a maid brought a little girl, around 5-6 years old, to his office. According to the maid, when she went to bring some papers to Emma's office, she found a little girl in an oversized nightgown instead of the woman. Luckily no one saw the maid bring the girl to Sariel's office and he tells her to keep it a secret, especially from the princes. They can't know that Emma's gone missing. However, Sariel notices that the girl's features all remind him of Emma. As if she had turned into a child... Sariel chuckles at the ridiculous thought. There's no way an adult can suddenly turn into a child in real life.

First Sariel needs to find out who this girl is. He introduces himself and asks for the girl's name. Before she introduces herself, he notices that the girl's oversized nightgown looks the same as the one Emma was wearing last night. Nope, still not thinking about that. He asks the maid to find some clothes that'd fit her. The maid leaves with the girl.

After getting changed, the girl returns to Sariel's office where she's now eating some pastries. He asks for her name again and she answers that it's Emma. Emma... She asks if there's something wrong and he replies that it's a lovely name. Internally, that ridiculous thought of Emma turning into a child comes back. He asks the girl why she was in Emma's room. She doesn't know though, she just woke up there all by herself. Meaning his Emma wasn't there when she woke up. The girl does remember being called "Belle" in a dream and was asked to choose something. Sariel can feel a headache forming. As much as he wants to deny it, it's highly likely that this girl is Emma, but as a child. Somehow.

Little Emma looks at him with wide eyes and asks if he's angry (she calls him big brother). He assures her that he's not, he's just thinking. Little Emma then asks if her presence is causing trouble for him. As if sensing his frustration and confusion, Emma becomes more upset. He tells her that she can stay as long as she likes, but he has work to do.

Sariel opens a desk drawer where he kept the princes' childhood toys and hands Emma a doll and a sketchbook. He tells her to be good and promises that he'll be back.

Sariel heads to the library where he looks for any accounts on something similar happening before, but finds nothing. He'll just need to keep Emma away from the others while waiting for further developments. People will definitely notice her disappearance though. It’d be nice if he had a brilliant disciple. Unfortunately his current one’s become a child. Suddenly Sariel catches his own reflection and notices the deep furrow between his brows. Welp, can’t blame little Emma for thinking he was mad earlier. He takes a deep breath and heads back to the office with books in hand.

Only to find the sketchbook and doll neatly placed on the floor, and Emma nowhere to be found. Nowhere in the castle either. Out in the gardens, he hears her voice asking someone about sweets glittering in rainbow colors. The other person, the last person Sariel wanted to hear, tells Emma that not only does it glitter, it’s also nutritious. The perfect food. Emma wants to make it together with him. Sariel looks over the bushes and tells Emma and Clavis to hold on.

Emma: Big brother Sariel! Clavis: What? The big brother the little one was looking for is this glasses-wearing devil? I think you mean uncle, not big brother. Sariel: No, she’s not wrong. That’s besides the point…

Sariel wears a gentle smile so as not to alarm Emma and alert Clavis of anything. He asks Clavis why he’s with the girl. Not that long ago, Yves fell into his pit trap and this little one, startled by the noise she heard, went out to investigate. And so she ran into big brother Clavis.As usual the hellcat’s actions are uncalled for. Emma hides behind Clavis and apologizes for not staying put, but she was worried about Sariel. Sariel thanks her for her concern and no, he’s not mad. Hearing that, Emma smiles. He can’t help but smile back. Then Clavis speaks up.

Clavis: I didn’t know you had an illegitimate child. Why didn’t you say anything? You could’ve told me. Sariel: She’s not mine. Clavis: Then did you kidnap her? How bold. Sariel: I didn’t kidnap her either. She’s the child of an acquaintance.

Well that’s the first time Clavis has ever heard of Sariel taking care of an acquaintance’s child. He looks at the girl closely and notices that she looks familiar. Her hair and eye color, it’s like Emma’s. Hearing her name being said, the girl’s about to tell Clavis that her name’s also Emma, Sariel interrupts and tells Clavis that he was just talking to Emma earlier about how this kid looks like her. Sariel silently apologizes to a confused little Emma, but he can’t let the hellcat know. He continues on with his story, saying that they could’ve been sisters. Just a rare coincidence. There’s no way Clavis is going to buy this story. And he doesn’t. But Sariel cuts him off and reminds the prince that he needs to be punished for his prank. He’s got some work for him to do. Clavis says he won’t press any further. He suggests taking over watching over little Emma so that Sariel won’t scare her. Sariel refuses. He won’t trouble the princes with this. Clavis still doesn’t let go of Emma. Can’t believe Emma managed to find the most annoying prince.

Clavis tells little Emma that he’ll teach her how to play a fun game. He’ll teach her how to make a pit trap to drop Uncle in. Emma’s worried that Sariel will get hurt. Clavis says that he loves pit traps and will be pleased to see hers. Emma believes him and wants to make one now. At that moment, Sariel pulls Emma away from the prince.

Sariel: Let’s go Emma. Emma: But the pit… Sariel: You don’t have to make one. The fact that I like pit traps is a lie from the hellcat…I mean big brother Clavis. Emma: A lie? How mean!

Little Emma pouts adorably when she learns that Clavis lied to her. Hopefully he can bring her back to her room now. As he’s about to bring her back into the castle, Clavis apologizes and gives Emma candy in an unusual color. Sariel tells her not to put that in her mouth. If she wants sweets, she can go to the kitchen. There’s plenty there. Sariel’s starts to lead Emma away from Clavis again, but the way he’s dragging her away is pretty rough and Emma tells him that it hurts. Again, Clavis suggests leaving the kid with him. Sariel apologizes and carries her instead. Emma’s reaching out for Clavis but she’s finally brought back into the castle.

After making sure that Clavis hasn’t been following them, Sariel checks in on Emma who’s looking away from him, probably sad that she got separated from the prince. Sariel tells her that she shouldn’t get involved with Clavis and to never wander off by herself. He hears Emma sniffling. Tears start rolling down her face. He assures her that he’s not mad and internally beats himself up for making her cry. Emma starts sobbing. The tears won’t stop. Luckily Sariel has experience from dealing with the princes when they were young. He comforts the girl as her cries echo throughout the empty corridor.

Sweet end

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gwenllian-in-the-abbey · 24 days

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So @aifsaath and I are working on Chapter 8 of Our Fathers Clad in Red and thought we'd share a sneak peek:

It was the final chest that caught her interest. Smaller than the others, it was filled with personal effects, a rather haphazard assortment of sketches, some done by an adult hand, others clearly childish drawings. A painting of a large blue spider that must have been one of Jae’s creations, and then a rather skillful if still childish rendering of a keep set upon a green hill. Had Jaehaerys possessed a talent for painting? She knew next to nothing about Aegon’s sons.

There were other small keepsakes, children’s toys and ribbons, as well as several leather bound volumes. Baela picked one up and opened it to a sketch of Lord Tyland seated with Otto Hightower at a feast, their cups raised in toast. The next page was a drawing of a younger Aegon, slumped comically in a high backed chair, his mouth slack with sleep. Baela’s lips twitched and she resisted the urge to tear the page from the book and take it for her own.

Setting the sketchbook aside, she picked up another volume, opening it at random. The page was filled with a delicate, curling script.

Jaehaera is cutting new teeth again and is constantly fussy. Mother tied some cloves up in a cloth for her to chew, and that seemed to provide her some relief, although she was up in the night again. The nurse brought her to me, very apologetic. Of course Aegon was nowhere to be found, although he must have returned to the Keep at some point because he was sprawled in his bed this morning and would not rouse for anything, not even when I threatened to turn grandfather loose upon him. I don’t think I will, even though I ought to and he would well deserve it.

It was Queen Helaena’s diary, Baela realized, although the man she described hardly seemed to be the Aegon Baela had come to know. Baela knew that she should not keep reading, but curiosity won out, and she turned the page.

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d1xonss · 4 months

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Desert Rose

Chapter 22 ~ Scars

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 2

✧ Word Count : 5.4k

⚠️ TW : Mentions of attempted suicide & SH scars

In this chapter ~ When Rick and Shane decide to take Randall away from their people to drop him and fend for himself, things seem to go wrong on the other end. Beth becomes suicidal after witnessing the death of her mother just days prior, leading Rose to comfort her in a time of need. However, the heaviness that followed was a lot more than she anticipated, though luckily for her, Daryl helps her pick up the pieces.

It had been about two days since they brought Randall back, and he eventually woke from his unconscious state. Since then the place had been chaotic.

The group was constantly going around and around in circles about what to do with this guy, so much so it gave me a pounding headache. Because most of the time the arguments wouldn't go anywhere. People would just repeat the same things that had already been said, causing us to feel stuck in the same place as no one really had a solution.

Until Rick just made the final decision to do what he wanted to since the beginning, take the man far away from the farm and drop him off on his own.

So now that the man was finally able to walk and balance decently on his own, Rick and Shane took a car to drive him out in the middle of nowhere, leaving the rest of us nervously waiting for their return. Everyone eventually seemed to agree with the plan despite the possibilities of him coming back, but it's not like we had much of a choice.

I for one was trying to keep myself busy all day, helping Lori with some laundry, staying to keep watch on top of the RV, I even made a run into town earlier that morning with Glenn. We had found a few different stores in a small part of town that had some useful things in them. But there was a little something else I found that I was extra excited about besides the food and supplies.

When we walked into the last store, I saw it. The perfect thing to give to Daryl. I had never gotten him something in return when he gave me my sketchbook and watercolors, but now I had something that I thought would suit him quite nicely. It was a black leather vest with stitched angel wings on the back.

In my mind, I hoped he would really like it and I had planned to give it to him later that night. Once we all knew Randall was taken care of.

Currently I was washing dishes with Maggie, occasionally talking about random things, trying to get our minds off of what was happening today. I could easily tell she hadn't stopped thinking about it since it happened either, the anxious feeling of the man somehow making his way back to her own home couldn't have been easy to deal with. But I had hope that everything would work out just fine and things would begin to move smoothly again.

She wordlessly handed me the last plate that was in the sink, water dripping off of the edges as I took the towel in my hands to dry it. She leaned her back up against the counter as she stared down at her shoes, the sound of me stacking the final plate in the cabinet brining her out of her thoughts as she glanced back up to me nervously.

"Can I talk to you about something... more serious?" she asked.

I only nodded my head as I listened, throwing the towel back down on the counter to give her my full attention as I copied her stance.

"Well, Glenn's been avoiding me lately, and he told me that when he was out there trying to fight those guys, he froze at one point. He was saying that since I told him I loved him... that's the reason he froze, and my dad had to save his life. He said he was afraid to die... thinking about how it would affect me." she finished almost a little shamefully.

My eyes widened a bit as I was a little thrown off and not expecting that, but I was still quick to respond and reassure her. "Listen, I know that it might not feel too great that he's avoiding you, but the truth is he loves you too. I don't think he should be avoiding you, I think he should be cherishing these moments he has with you, but y'know he's a guy." I pointed out, giving her a look she would be able to read.

She laughed quietly to herself as she nodded her head in silent understanding, "But he'll come around, I promise. You just gotta give him a little time." I finished.

She pressed her lips together and nodded gratefully, "Thank you." she said, "I feel like I can really talk to you ya know? I'm glad you're here."

I smiled, "Yeah, me too." I spoke, opening my mouth again before closing it back up quickly. My dumbass almost slipped up and said something about how I was glad that I stayed, but I bit my tongue before it could come out.

My eyes then absentmindedly panned over towards the tray of food that Maggie had set off to the side a few minutes ago, "Is this for Beth?" I asked, quickly changing the subject.

She followed my gaze and nodded, "Oh yeah, I was about to bring that up to her when we were done."

"Oh I got it, I was going to check on her soon anyways." I said, moving towards the counter.

She smiled gratefully, "Thank you. You know Beth really likes you. Ever since you taught her how to play those few songs on the guitar it's really all she can really talk about. I think seeing you would cheer her up."

"Yeah, I had fun teaching her, I'm sure she'll be ready to learn some more in no time." I reassured her.

Maggie nodded her head and I fully picked up the tray in my hands, walking out of the kitchen to head upstairs and into Beth's room. It seemed quieter than usual as I made my way up the familiar stairs, something seeming a little off. But I mostly blamed it on Rick and Shane's absence, still not here even after leaving early this morning.

For some reason the whole thing left a bad taste in my mouth, sensing something might go wrong out there, not necessarily with Randall. But with each other.

After what happened with the barn and the whole fight that came after that, the two had been at each other's throats ever since. It was way far off from how they used to act around each other, seeming more like brothers than friends. But something just clicked and now they almost acted like strangers. Though it was none of my business, I still noticed.

Pushing my thoughts aside, I made it up the long staircase and lingered by the closed door, knocking softly a few times before I entered. To my surprise, I heard her soft voice from the other side invite me in, causing me to open the door as best as I could with the tray still balanced in my hands.

"Hey hon, it's just me." I announced as I walked in, "I brought you something to eat, and to see how you were doing."

Her gaze panned over towards me, and my breath hitched slightly in the back of my throat. I knew that familiar look all too well. I tried to not let it affect me too much in case I was wrong, but I had a feeling I wasn't. She looked utterly broken and depressed, much more pale with bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep. She had just lost her mom, I came to find out that she was the walker Beth ran to after everything happened. I'm pretty sure I couldn't have felt worse for her after finding that out, now more than ever seeing her like this.

"You can just set it down here." she said, pointing over towards the side table next to her bed.

I did what she asked and stood there for a moment as she stared at the sandwich on the plate, "Do you want me to stay, or do you want some space."

"Some space. If that's okay?" she asked.

"Yeah of course," I said immediately, "Just...call if you need anything." I finished with a smile.

She barely gave me a noticeable nod before I turned on my heel to give her some time alone, but I couldn't just brush off the vibe I picked up. It again could be nothing, just being paranoid over something I was reading too much into. But in case I was right, I didn't just want to keep it to myself.

I ventured back down the stairs, peeking in the kitchen again to see if Maggie was around, but the room was empty by the time I got back. A sigh left my lips as I turned back around to try and find her, but I managed to spot Lori entering the house right as I was about to come down the hall.

"Oh hey, Lori?" I called out as I approached her.

She turned towards me with a small smile, hanging up her jacket, "Hey, what's up?" she asked.

My eyes glanced back up the stairs momentarily before turning back to her, slightly lowering my voice, "I just...I'm worried about Beth. She just seems a little off and I was going to find Maggie to let her know but-"

"I can tell her." she offered with a nod, "I'll keep an eye on her until she comes back."

"Yeah that would be great." I spoke gratefully, "She's just up in her room and wanted to be left alone... but I don't know I think Maggie should know."

"Absolutely." she agreed instantly, "I'll tell her the next time I see her, okay?"

I nodded, "Thanks." I said with a small smile, passing her as I moved to exit the house.

I felt a little bad not telling Maggie about it myself, but knowing someone else would keep an eye out for Beth gave me a little piece of mind. I didn't want to hover over her or pick up any overprotective instincts even though in the back of my mind I knew it was inevitable. I just wanted her to be okay.

The rest of the day passed by slowly, leaving nothing much to do around camp and everyone simply doing their own thing for the day. After not being able to find Maggie, looping around the farm a couple of times, I assumed she was back in the house at this point. So I took the much needed time to myself.

A few hours passed by with me just laying down in the yellow tent trying to relax as best as I could. Spending most of the time reading the book Daryl had stolen from me when he got hurt and it actually turned out to be pretty good, only drawing me more in with each chapter. The details were amazing and I loved the plot. I didn't plan on giving this back to him anytime soon.

I hadn't seen him for most of the day because he decided to go out hunting fairly early in the morning, leaving camp before the sun even rose. He offered for me to come with him, but I declined as I needed to go out on that run with Glenn to get some things for myself, and he understood. I just hoped he would be back soon along with Rick and Shane who continued to be gone for far too long.

Damn it was like everyone was missing today.

After closing in on the last chapter, I finally shut the book after what felt like forever, blinking my eyes a few times to adjust them. For hours I had been reading tiny words on these pages and I felt that it was time for a break. So, I placed the book back in my bag, standing to leave the tent and walked outside a little to stretch my legs, leaning from side to side as I was hunched over for many hours.

I glanced around the small camp to see who was around, before my eyes suddenly stopped on Carl sitting by the RV. He seemed distant as he glanced at the comic book sitting in his lap, barely reading over the pages as he sloppily flipped through them. A pain in my chest suddenly dispersed upon seeing him like this, knowing that he hadn't been the same since he witnessed Sophia coming out of that barn. But who could blame him?

He was grieving in his own way, separating himself from the others as much as he could for just some time alone to think. I hadn't had a proper conversation with him since that day everything went wrong, keeping my distance as that's what he seemed to wish for. But I shook my head as I began to walk over towards him, wanting to talk to him for the first time in what felt like too long.

"Hey kid." I greeted him.

He glanced up and gave me a slight smile, "Hey." he spoke as he closed the book to give me his attention.

I moved to take a seat next to him on the ground, "So, what're you reading? Tell me about it." I said.

His eyes lit up "Really?"

I chuckled a little, "Yeah, why not. Who's this?" I asked, pointing to some sort of superhero.

His excited demeanor never faltered as he went on to tell me everything that was happening in this comic book. Who all of the characters were, what their powers were, and what their mission was. This was one of the first times I had seen him get excited about something in what felt like forever, and it warmed my heart at just the sight. He began to slowly open up a little bit more the longer we talked, changing the subject a few times to talk about his favorite cartoons he used to watch before the outbreak.

I enjoyed watching him smile, it felt like it had been some time since it last happened, and I was just glad to distract him even if it was only for a few minutes. A kid his age should never have to go through half the shit that's he's been through, though he was tougher than I ever could've imagined.

After we finished talking for a while, I left him to read it in peace after that. I wanted him to have his space too, and I never wanted to overstep any boundaries, especially when it came time to grieve someone.

I found myself heading back into the house to grab something to eat afterwards, but as soon as I walked in, I jumped a little as I suddenly heard screaming from just up the stairs. I didn't hesitate for a second before I was rushing up the steps two at a time, jogging into Beth's room to see Maggie and Lori were yelling and banging on the bathroom door.

"Woah, woah, what's happening?" I asked.

Maggie's head whipped around to face me, "Beth...Beth tried to kill herself and now locked herself in the bathroom, I heard glass." she spoke quickly, continuing to pound on the door, pleading with Beth to listen.

Panic flooded through me. She tried to kill herself? And was now attempting again? I stood in the doorway frozen in shock as I felt as though I couldn't move a thing. But then my eyes quickly darted around the room, looking for something to get the door open. Lori had moved to search the room for the key, frantically looking through her drawers as fast as she could, but I spotted a metal rod sitting in the corner of the room. I didn't think twice about it as I stepped forward, picking it up in my hands before telling Maggie to move out of the way quickly and she jumped back.

Sticking the thing in between the lock and the wood, I pushed on it as hard as I could in an attempt to pry it open. There was a sudden crack after a few seconds before the wooden door suddenly flew open, revealing Beth standing there with her hand over her wrist, blood pouring out of it. Her head whipped over to us frantically as soon as she heard the door breaking, tears streaming down her face and her heart no doubt racing out of her chest.

"I'm sorry." she sobbed, and Maggie didn't waste anymore time as she went in to pull her close.

I ditched the metal rod in my hands, stepping inside the bathroom only to realize how severe the cut actually was. Blood was now running down her arm and onto the tile floor, the amount of pressure she was putting on it clearly wasn't enough. I quickly placed my hand on Maggie's shoulder to get her attention, gently pulling Beth out of her hold.

"Go get your dad, he's going to need to stitch this up." I said, trying to hide the panic in my tone.

But she caught it even though it was disguised, quickly nodding her head as she left right along with Lori to try and find Hershel as fast as possible. Beth looked up at me and opened her mouth to speak, but only a sob came out as she ducked her head, causing me to immediately shush her and bring her into a hug.

We all had different experiences with mental health, everything was dealt with differently, but I somewhat knew how she was feeling. I had been in her position not that long ago and seeing her standing there when I first opened the door, brought all the memories back, so fast it was like a tidal wave. The whole situation nearly knocked me off my goddamn feet.

After standing in place for a while as she sobbed into my arms, I slowly started to bring her back into her attached bedroom, sitting her down on the bed so she could try to relax and focus on her breathing as she put more pressure on the wound.

Hershel frantically came in soon after that with a needle and thread and started to stitch his daughter up as she cried. I stayed by her side the whole time, holding her hand to offer her some type of comfort I was able to give. Though it was heartbreaking hearing her cry, and even more heartbreaking seeing Hershel try to pull himself together as he worked. I tried to think over the right things to say to her when the time came, but I felt that there was no right thing to say. What could you say after something like this?

After Hershel was done he said he would talk to her later and soon left the room in a hurry to no doubt let a few tears fall, leaving Beth and I alone again. She slowly laid down on the mattress after he left, her cheeks still stained with tears as she tried to calm herself down, with me rubbing her back towards the end of the bed. The silence slowly becoming deafening.

"Are you mad at me too?" she suddenly asked. I could feel the pain in her voice.

I whipped my head to look at her, "Oh my God honey no, I'm not mad at all. And neither is Maggie or your dad, they just love you so much. Seeing you like this... it hurts them, you know?"

She sighed as she shook her head, "I just feel so alone in this, like they don't even understand. Nobody does." she muttered.

"You're not alone." I said with a shake of my head, "I can promise you that."

"How do you know?" she was quick to ask.

My breath caught in my throat as I thought back to my own experiences, so different, yet so similar to hers. I debated in my head for a long time in the dead silence, letting the seconds turn into minutes if I really wanted to do this. I had never dared to show anyone the things I kept only to myself, ashamed of what others might think if they caught a glimpse of them. It made me feel vulnerable, weak, and that was something that I hated, but I needed to show her that someone here understood what she was going through.

So with a heavy breath, I hesitantly lifted my shirt sleeves to reveal my deeper scars on my wrists, trying to ignore the twist in my stomach as the cold air hit my arms. Her eyes followed my movements, immediately seeing them and I watched her eyes get wider with each passing second.

"I know." I assured after the agonizing silence.

She shook her head in disbelief, "You-"

"Yeah." I interrupted her, almost like I didn't want to hear her say it.

"It was uh... at a really hard time in my life. I won't bore you with the details but someone in my life was making me feel worthless. He told me that so much I started to believe it myself, and I got really depressed. Eventually I thought that... doing this was my only option so I... tried. But I regretted it as soon as I saw the blood, kind of like you did. So I called for help and I... saved my own life that night."

She stared at me so intently, listening carefully to every word that came out of my mouth. I knew I could trust her to not say anything to anyone, just as she knew I wouldn't judge her for trying to do what she did. It was like a silent agreement that we had at that moment.

"Look, my point is I don't know exactly how you feel and I never will. But we were in the same boat you and me, we're fighters and I know you'll make it through this. You just proved that today when you stopped yourself." I said.

Her eyes refilled with tears as she looked at me with utter sadness, "I didn't realize...I'm so sorry Rose."

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, not wanting her to see me cry as I smiled sadly, "I'm sorry too." I whispered before bringing her into a hug.

She clung onto me tightly as the new fresh tears fell down her face, sobs erupting from her lungs. All the emotions mixed with the exhaustion was truly taking a toll on her body, but I was prepared to hold her for as long as she needed. Just like I wished someone had held me.

Once her cries quieted down after a few minutes, I spoke quietly to her, "I am always going to be here for you, okay? You're never alone in this. Never." I assured as I held her tighter.

"Okay." she whispered, hiccups building in the back of her throat.

Although I couldn't see her face as she spoke, I knew now that she believed me, and knew that I wasn't going anywhere. Hell, I would be at her beck and call always if that meant saving her life. I somehow knew then that everything would be okay, maybe not at first but it would be. Beth was strong and I could see that so clearly, even if she couldn't see it yet herself, she was going to be okay.

After I knew for sure she was okay for the night, her assuring me multiple times, I said my goodbyes and walked out to send Hershel back in the room to talk to her. Nothing could've probably prepared him for the things that man had to do today, but I just couldn't get over the look on his face. It was like he had seen a ghost when he first burst into the room, and it was devastating.

After I walked out of her bedroom, I found him just sitting a few feet away outside, telling him he was good to head in, but before I could walk away he caught my arm to stop me.

"Thank you for...comforting her at a time like this. I just... I don't know what to say to her once I go in there. But just know I appreciate you Rose, thank you so much." he said with visible tears in his eyes.

I took his hand off my arm, squeezing it tightly, "Just be there for her, okay? Let her do the talking first. And it's no problem, I care about all of you so much."

He nodded and then suddenly did something I didn't expect, he hugged me. I sighed to myself before I was soon hugging him back for a few moments before letting him go after a few short seconds so he could talk to Beth. After watching him go, shutting the door behind him to leave only a crack, I made a beeline down the stairs and out of the house. I practically jogged all the way back to the tent, tears threatening to fall from my eyes as I desperately tried to keep myself together. But the moment I zipped up the entrance, finding myself completely alone, I let it all out.

Seeing Beth like that was too much for me, but I wouldn't dare let her know that. She needed me and I was going to be there for her, however it just brought back painful memories from my past that I so desperately tried to avoid. I just sat there and cried quietly as I hugged my arms around my middle from the slight chill in the night. Rethinking everything that had happened today, I couldn't help but wonder how it could've been different if I had just stayed inside that damn house. How I could've prevented something from happening if I had tracked down Maggie myself. Maybe things could've been different.

But suddenly the zipper of the tent was being opened quickly, and Daryl was making his way inside as he finally returned from his hunt. I quickly looked away from him while frantically wiping my eyes, knowing he hadn't heard me crying, not even noticing I was in here at all at first from how silent I had been.

"Oh, hey." he greeted once his eyes raised from his boots, "I was bout to look for-" he then stopped himself noticing immediately the state that I was in, "Rose? Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, coming to kneel in front of me.

I tried to pull myself together, "Nothing, I'm okay." I said as I looked to the side, basically anywhere but his face.

I couldn't look at him, I just knew I would break down if I did. I could already feel the new tears building up in my eyes as I felt him gently take my hand in his and rub the back of it lightly with his thumb.

"Talk to me." he said in a soft voice.

I didn't say anything. I didn't even know where to start, today had just been painfully long and all I wanted was to go to sleep so it would be finally over. It seemed like we couldn't catch a break. And as if it couldn't get any worse, I saw out of the corner of my eye Daryl's eyes were staring down at my wrist as he still held my hand in his. I froze with widened eyes and suddenly didn't know what to do, I couldn't move.

"Rose." he said softly while looking at the scar, moving to take my opposite hand to see the other. But I quickly pulled both hands away from his grasp so he couldn't get a better look.

"Damn it." I cursed silently as I pulled my sleeves back down harshly, wiping my eyes with them as I tried desperately not to look him in the eye. I didn't know what I wanted, for him to leave or stay, when all I could feel now was just utter embarrassment.

He made no sudden movements for what felt like years, until I felt his finger and thumb gripping my chin gently to lift my head to look at him. His thumb rubbed softly on my chin as I finally brought myself to look into his blue eyes.

"Talk to me." he repeated.

That's when the sudden floodgate broke loose, my tears only falling more freely than they did before. I couldn't stop them, there was just so many emotions I was feeling about everything, and I couldn't get all of it out before he came back, so now he was witnessing it firsthand. I felt mortified about crying so much lately, it seemed like all I was able to do, like it was all I was good for these days.

His hands then moved to my cheeks when it began to be too much, his thumbs gently wiping my fresh tears away. He leaned in close to place a soft kiss on my forehead, waiting patiently for me to start talking whenever I was ready. And I did.

I told him what happened with Beth and how she tried to end her life. I ranted about how I should've been there sooner and not just sitting in the tent all damn day, but I didn't know. I should've known, the feeling I had alone was a good enough reason to stay close, but I truly didn't know. Regrettably I also when on to explain my situation as well, seeing as I couldn't really avoid it because of what he barely saw through the darkness.

I told him almost every bit of the conversation I had with her, though it made me the most uncomfortable, I didn't want her to believe she was alone in this. Informing him also that seeing her like that brought back too many memories for me and that's why I had been crying in the first place...and then we sat there. There was just silence. He didn't try to talk one time. He just listened.

After seeing that I was done, not having anything else to say, he finally broke the silence, "Yer one of the greatest people to walk on this earth, ya know that?" he asked.

I was slightly taken aback at what he said, a scoff leaving my lips as I shook my head, "Believe me I'm far from that." I responded, no longer looking at him.

"Look at me." he said softly.

I slowly tore my eyes away from my hands and met his again, almost burning under his gaze. I almost couldn't believe how much I was cowering away from someone I truly trusted, but then again this conversation was one that I didn't want to be having with anyone.

"What ya did for Beth, bein there for her, that's the best thing you can do for her. And showin her she isn't alone through all this, it's amazin what ya did for her today...now about you..." he trailed off, looking back down at my hands sitting in my lap.

He then gently grabbed both of them and slowly rolled both of my sleeves all the way up to the middle of my arm. I tensed when he did this and he noticed, but yet he didn't stop. He raised my left wrist up to his lips, and began to leave soft kisses over every inch of the scar. Then moved to my right wrist and did the same exact thing, leaving goosebumps on my skin, but a warmth in my heart.

He held both of my hands tightly once he was done, looking back up at me as he spoke again, "Yer so strong, and ya never have to be ashamed of these. They're just marks on yer body to show that ya made it, even when things were really hard. I get yer ashamed of showin em, but you don't have to be. Not with me." he finished.

I stared at the man in front of me in awe. Nobody had ever spoken so beautifully about me like this before. Nobody had ever complimented the thing that I was the most insecure about. No one had ever kissed the places I had once hurt so badly. Nobody except him.

Tears built up back in my eyes, but this time for a completely different reason. I was quick to take my hands out of his, wrapping my arms around his shoulders to bring him into a hug as I felt I could finally breathe.

I heard what sounded like a sigh of relief come from him as he quickly wrapped his arms around me as well. Maybe he was worried about what he had said upset me, but it did quite the opposite. It made me relieved. Relieved that someone cared enough for me to not only see the good side of me but also the bad.

But with the way he spoke, and the way he was hugging me back so tightly, it almost made me question if he knew the feeling as well. The feeling of being ashamed or insecure because of something marking you from your past. And maybe he did. But I wasn't going to ask. I would wait until he felt comfortable enough to tell me, like he did for me just moments ago.

~ Thanks for reading!

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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A Batfam request you say?

How about a Jason Todd x artist male reader hurt/ comfort?

I feel like Jason feels pretty lowly about his own appearance, when it comes to all the scars on his body, reminders of what happened.

His boyfriend ( Reader) just out of nowhere asks if he could draw Jason, Of course Jason would ask why.

And the reader just replies with something like, 'You may not see much, but when I look at you, I see my whole world and future'.

Jason Todd x male reader

Headcanons

I’ve always found it kinda romantic and sweet when you see those scenes in movies with scenarios similar to this, so I had to write it the moment I saw it hehe.

- I agree that Jason most likely has some body image issues, I also think he’s self-conscious about the stretch marks I believe he has, as growing a lot of muscle over a short period of time creates stretch marks. He would most likely also have stretch marks since he was so tiny as a kid but is so big now.

- Jason also has some scars on his head, though they are mostly covered by his hair, from the time the Joker decided he needed to bust his head open with a crowbar.

- Jason acts like he isn’t self-conscious as he doesn’t see it as a valid reason to be feeling bad, I mean, he’s alive and healthy, mostly, so he has no reason to dislike his body, right?

- You notice it after a while though, in the way Jason always covers up in long sleeved and baggy shirts, hoodies or jackets. How he always avoids looking at mirrors for too long or how he works out at home because he can’t take seeing himself in the gym mirrors.

- You have caught him many times poking and looking at his body when you’re sitting and sketching, how he will lift his pec and let it drop just to look at the scars and stretch marks.

- You’ve caught him more than once staring at himself in the mirror when he finally stands in front of one, and looking disgusted with himself as he runs his hands all over the scars and other marks that litter his body.

- You have always drawn Jason, he’s your muse, how could he not be? Hes so beautiful in your eyes, every part of him from his eyes to his kissable lips, to his scarred hands and muscular thighs, he is like an Adonis figure to you.

- Most of your drawings of Jason have just been small personal sketches though, when he’s sat on the couch with the sun hitting him just right, or sketches of him from behind as he bends down just a little to cook.

- You are almost embarrassed to admit just how many pages in your sketchbook Jason covers, you haven’t shown him since you know it would make him flustered and make him feel embarrassed.

- But as times passed you’ve tried to think of ways to make Jason see himself in the light you see him, as the handsome man he really is even if Jason himself doesn’t see it.

- You’ve tried compliments and flirting, or hugging him and kissing his hands and shoulders muttering about how much you love them. Jason never takes it to heart though and you can tell.

- It’s a normal day when you return home to find Jason sitting on your shared bed in nothing but a towel, still slightly damp from a shower, his hair slicked back so it’s pushed out of his face.

- Hes sitting with his hands fisted in his lap, his fists almost shaking as he stares down at his body. When you first step into the room you can’t see the expression on his face, but as you get nearer you can see his eyes are wet.

- Making your way over you try to reach for him and ask if he’s okay, but Jason almost flinches back from your touch like he’s scared of it.

- It ends up with you sitting down beside him and not touching him since it seems to put him on edge and make him feel worse. Its silent between the two of you until you finally ask what’s wrong and tell him you won’t judge him.

- Jason’s never been much for talking about emotions, but you both decided communication is very important in your relationship, so he ends up confessing how he feels about his body somewhat, telling you he hates his scars and stretch marks and how they make him feel like a monster.

- You take his hand in yours after hesitating a little, and when he doesn’t pull away you lock your fingers with his and life his hand, turning it so you can kiss the back of it. You may have an idea that’ll help at least a little.

- When Jason looks at you ask if you can draw him, really draw him, not just sketches and the likes.

- Jason’s always loved your art, but he’s never let you sit down and truly draw him, so he doesn’t know what to say when you ask. You tell him that you want to show him how beautiful he really is to you, and though he hesitates Jason ends up agreeing because what could the harm be, and it might distract him from how he’s feeling about his body.

- Jason moves further up the bed and gets into a comfortable position, whilst you find a chair so you can sit back and get a full view of him. Hes still just wearing the towel and though he looks slightly uncomfortable with the situation, you can also tell he wants to do this with you.

- You get to work drawing him in one of your high-quality sketchbooks, really putting in the work to show on paper just the kind of man Jason is, and as time passes Jason seems to relax more and more until he’s comfortable on the bed.

- When you finish your drawing a few hours later, the two of you having spent the time just talking and listening to music, you get up and crawl up the bed to him, holding your sketchbook to your chest.

- Laying down beside him you ask if he’s ready, and though his anxiety about his appearance seemed to have come back somewhat he agrees.

- When you flip the sketchbook to show him, he almost doesn’t recognize himself at first. What you’ve drawn looks nothing like him if you asked Jason, the man you’ve drawn is handsome and muscular, his scars and stretch marks seeming to only make him look even more handsome.

- Jason is silent for a while, just taking in the art you drew, until you quietly tell him this is how you see him. That’s when the tears from before gather in his eyes again and for a moment you fear you’ve made him cry, until he turns his head and tucks it into your chest.

- Your sketchbook ends up somewhere to the side as you hug him, kissing the top of his head as he cries silent tears into your chest. Letting him get it all out, you wait with bated breath as he pulls back, face flushed and damp from tears, still fearing you did something wrong.

- That’s when Jason tells you no one has ever seen him as beautiful as that, that you make him so happy, and he can’t ever figure out what to do with the fluttering you give him in his chest.

- That’s when Jason leans in and kisses you, a kiss full of love and passion, trying his hardest to express just how he feels about you. After this the two of you cuddle, holding onto each other as if the other would drift away if you let go.

- Jason still feels self-conscious about his body, but maybe it isn’t so bad when you seem to love him so much.

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youre-a-total--poser · 11 months

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Can I request avengers x fem! teen! Reader

Where reader is a new recruit and the avengers don’t like her (except Peter because he knows that’s she’s not useless, just scared) because they think she’s useless

Reader has mind control powers, but the avengers don’t know because she’s been so scared to use them (past trauma) so during a mission the avengers are at lost hope so reader hops in to help being there only hope. She uses her powers to the best of her abilities and saves everyone, also leaving the avengers flabbergasted. But since reader ends up on best rest for overpowering herself and became mentally drained.

The avengers apologize and thank her for saving them after all they put her through

Proving Them Wrong (Request)

Warnings: Absolutely Age: 16 Word Count: 2,502 Requests: Closed Summary: Read the request and you will get a general idea Requested by: Anonymous Date: 16/05/2023 A/N: Lost motivation again so that's fun. Is anyone actually still reading these stories?

This request is like over a year old but we're not going to talk about that

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You've been with the Avengers for almost a month now, but things aren't going as smoothly as you hoped. At first, everyone was welcoming and friendly, but lately, you've been getting the sense that they don't quite know what to do with you. After all, you don't have any obvious superpowers like the others do.

But what they don't realize is that your powers are more subtle than they appear. You've always had a knack for hearing other people's thoughts, but as you've grown older, you've learned how to control and enhance that ability. You can now manipulate people and objects around you with ease, all without anyone else noticing.

It wasn't easy growing up with these powers, though. Your grandparents discovered your abilities after they found out that you were responsible for your parent's death, and they sent you away to a secret organization to protect your younger siblings from you. There, you learned how to control your powers and keep them hidden from others.

The Avengers found you locked up in a cage and they took you in. You knew you couldn't tell them the truth about your powers, so you changed the details of your backstory to make it seem like you were just a normal person. They took you in out of pity, but you knew you had nowhere else to go.

As you settle in with the Avengers, you can't help but feel like an outsider. But you're determined to prove yourself and show them that you're more than just a liability.

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"You were in your room, the biggest room that you have ever had in your entire life, that you had decorated with posters of your interests and a few plants that you had managed to keep alive only because they're fake and you didn't realize that they were till almost a month of owning them, you were even regularly watering them too.

You were sitting on your bed, your legs crossed, and your hands fidgeting with a pen as you tried to focus on your sketchbook. You heard a knock at your door and recognized Peter's thoughts immediately.

"You can come in, Peter," you called out, putting the sketchbook aside.

Peter pushed open the door and stepped inside. He looked around the room, taking in the posters and the plants.

"How did you know it was me?" he asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

You felt your heartbeat quicken and your palms start to sweat. You couldn't exactly tell him that you had heard his thoughts.

"Because you're the only one who knocks, the rest of them just walk right in," you said, coming up with the first excuse that came to mind. "Anyway, what's up?"

Peter's smile faded a bit as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Well, everyone is going on a mission later today, and I just came to see if you wanted to join in with us?"

You sat up straighter, your eyes lighting up at the invitation but your posture changed suddenly almost as if you had been deflated. "I best not. Stark says that I haven't done enough training yet."

"I thought you were training every day with Ms Romanoff?" Peter asked, looking genuinely confused.

"I am, but she's only teaching different fighting techniques and stuff. She says that I'm not mature enough to deal with weapons yet, which is stupid. I'm more mature than half of the adults here. Like the other day, Sam and Bucky were arguing over who gets the last egg." You sighed, flopping down on your bed.

Peter chuckled. "Well, why don't you just come to the debriefing anyway? Even if you're not going on the mission, you're still a member of the team."

You let out a loud sigh. "Okay, fine," you said, forcing yourself up and following Peter to the conference room.

As you walked down the hallway, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. Maybe you weren't going on the mission, but at least you were somewhat a part of the team.

---⧗---

You and Peter walked into the room the original six Avengers as well as Nick Fury were already there. You took a seat in the middle of Steve and Peter. Steve smiled at you and you gave him one back.

As Fury went over the details of the mission, you found yourself playing with your fingers to keep from getting bored. Tony chimed in with some ideas for new gadgets he could make for everyone, but he didn't include you since you weren't allowed to go. You weren't sure if you were even allowed to go on the mission, but you didn't bother asking since you knew they would all say no.

Finally, the meeting was over and you stood up to leave. But Fury stopped you in your tracks. "Don't think about disappearing," he said sternly. "You're having a training session with Agent Romanoff before you go with them."

Tony grumbled, "Why is the kid coming along?"

"Because I ordered it," Fury replied coldly.

"Well, I'm not babysitting her," Tony muttered before walking out of the room.

As Tony left, the other Avengers turned to look at you. You could feel their eyes on you, judging you, and it made you feel extremely uncomfortable. You knew they didn't think you were capable of handling yourself in the field, and it hurt to know that they didn't believe in you.

But then Peter spoke up, his voice firm and unwavering. "She's not a kid, she's a member of this team. And she's just as capable as any of us."

The other Avengers looked at Peter, surprised by his show of support. Even you were taken aback by his sudden show of support.

"No one has to babysit me," you said as you made your way to the door. "I can take care of myself." You walked out of the room, feeling a sense of pride and determination.

Fury gestured to Romanoff to start the training session. She stood up and left to go find you, ready to help you prepare for the mission ahead.

---⧗---

You walked down the hallway and found Natasha waiting for you. She had her arms crossed and her normal serious look on her face.

"Ready for some training?" she asked.

You nodded. She always made you feel very intimidated no matter what she did. You came up with the conclusion that it was a good thing since she wouldn't be here if she didn't

Natasha led you to the training room and showed you, like always, some basic moves. As you practised the same stuff over and over you were getting bored and wanted to try something different but you didn't say anything. You knew better not to.

As you were practising, Peter walked in. "Mind if I join in?" he asked.

Natasha nodded, and Peter joined you in the training session. You were grateful that he arrived when he did since Natasha started showing you both different training techniques.

After the training session, you and Peter walked back to your room. "You did great," he said, giving you a reassuring smile.

"Thanks," you replied, feeling a sense of pride.

"I'm sorry they don't take you seriously," Peter said. "But I know you're capable of so much more."

You smiled at him, grateful for his words of encouragement. "Thanks, Peter. It means a lot that you believe in me."

The two of you sat down on your bed and talked for a while longer. You could feel a sense of warmth and comfort around him, and you were grateful to have him as a friend.

As the night wore on, you knew that tomorrow would be a big day. You were going on a mission with the Avengers, and you were determined to prove yourself. With Peter by your side, you knew that you could do anything and who knows maybe tomorrow would be the day that you prove them all wrong and show them that you're much more than what they think you are.

---⧗---

The next day, you woke up early and got ready for the mission. You took a deep breath and reminded yourself that you were ready for anything. You met up with the rest of the Avengers and got briefed on the mission.

It was a tough one, but you knew that you could handle it. You and Peter were assigned to work together, and you felt grateful to have him by your side.

As you made your way to the mission location, you were ready to prove yourself and show everyone what you were capable of.

As the Quinjet was landing Steve was handing out everyone's orders. despite what Fury ordered he told you and Peter to stay back and only step in if it was absolutely necessary.

They were only gone for 20 minutes and you heard through the comms that things weren't going well even for them they were struggling.

Peter stood up and put on his mask.

"Where are you going?" you asked him as you stood up

"We need to help them Y/N," Peter said.

"No Peter, Steve told us to stay back and only step in if it's absolutely necessary. What if we only make things worse?"

"This is your one chance to prove to them that you can handle this so are you going to take it or not?" He said walking out of the Quinjet.

As you watched Peter walk away you couldn't help but think to yourself about just how right he was. This is probably your one and only chance to prove to them and yourself.

You started walking out of the Quinjet you didn't need any weapons since you yourself is a weapon, a killer, a monster that's what your grandparents and the agents at the organization where you were held for years told you. This was your chance to change that to make you a hero.

You began running in the direction where you could hear the gunshots the most. You peered around the corner and saw the Avengers fighting but it wasn't humans they were fighting it was some sort of robot.

They were struggling to fight the robots. Natasha's gun or widow bites weren't affecting that at all.

You watched Steve throw his shield at one of them causing its head to come flying off. You were just about to walk away thinking that they were fine when the robots head became attached to the body again and it stood back up

The robots were fast which made them difficult to hit. They had powerful weapons built into their arms, and they fired with deadly accuracy. Each robot seemed to have a different fighting style, which made them unpredictable and hard to fight.

You watched as Steve throw his shield at the robot again but this time it bounced off the robot and landed near you.

You were looking down at the shield and you didn't notice Steve running over to you.

"What are you doing here? get back to the Quinjet." He said grabbing your arm to get you to move away.

"I can help." You said quietly.

"No, you can Y/N. You're going to get yourself killed."

Before you could say anything he ran off again.

You watched as Steve got thrown to the ground obviously he got it wrong when he said that you were the one who was going to get killed.

You turned around to go walk off but you suddenly stopped. You let out a loud sigh and turned back around.

You closed your eyes and clutched your fists focusing on activating your powers. As you concentrated, everything around you seemed to slow down. You were able to hear each robot's movements and thoughts, allowing you to anticipate their attacks. You could sense the energy flowing through each of the machines, and you knew that you had the power to manipulate them.

You opened your eyes and your eyes changed from your normal eye colour to a light red and looked at the robots. You raised your hand towards them, and a burst of energy shot out, hitting one of the robots. It exploded instantly, sending other robots flying. You could feel the shockwaves of your power as you continued to fight.

You moved your hand in different directions, causing the robots to get thrown off balance, and you could hear their cries of pain as their systems were overloaded. You were able to control the machines with ease, and it felt exhilarating to use your powers for good.

As the last robot fell to the ground, you stood there, still holding your hand out. You looked up at the Avengers staring at you.

Every part of your body was in extreme pain. You lowered your arm and went to take a step but you ended up passing out and falling to the ground from exhaustion.

---⧗---

When you woke up, you were disoriented and confused. You looked around and saw that you were in the med bay. You didn't remember how you got there or how long you had been unconscious.

You sat up and saw the Avengers standing around you, looking concerned. They explained that you had used your powers to defeat the robots, but that you had exhausted yourself to the point of passing out. They had taken you back to the base and had been monitoring your condition ever since.

"Why didn't you tell us that you had those powers Y/N?" Natasha asked sitting down on the end of the bed

You shrugged your shoulders "I don't know"

Natasha gave you a reassuring smile. "It's okay, Y/N you can tell us."

You took a deep breath and told them the whole truth about your past

The Avengers listened intently as you told them about your past and how you had been afraid to tell them about your powers. You were looking down at your hands the whole time you were talking.

When you finished you looked up at them The Avengers looked at you with understanding and compassion.

"We're so sorry Y/N for everything, especially for how badly we treated you," Natasha said. "We should have been more supportive."

Steve nodded in agreement. "We're here for you, Y/N. Whatever you need, we'll do our best to help you."

You felt a weight lifted off your shoulders as you realized that the Avengers were truly your friends. You smiled at them and said, "Thank you. It means a lot to me to have your support."

---⧗---

After that day all the Avengers treated you so differently than how they did before. They treated you with a newfound respect and kindness. They were more patient with you when it came to your powers and always made sure to include you in everything they did. You felt like you had finally found a place where you belonged.

#natasha romanoff #steve rogers #tony stark #nick fury #the avengers x teen reader #the avengers #the avengers x teen #the avengers x reader #the avengers x you

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tic-toc-clock77 · 6 months

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Clockwork and Nina headcanons/Fic by Tic-toc-clock77

Clockwork and Nina had met one night after Clocky was sent out on a mission with Jeff. Nina had shown up, as per usual to beg Jeff to date her or just to be in his presence. Unfortunately, she didn't get to him in time.

"Jeff, I'm here for you again my prince!" Nina yelled, startling Natalie who jumped at the sound of the other girl's loud voice, dropping the body she was working with to shove into a bag. Jeff had already run away, which left the two girls by themselves.

Clockwork, who had already heard of Nina and her antics, groaned softly and let the body hit the floor with a thud. Behind her and in the doorway of the apartment, Nina looked around frantically for Jeff but came up empty handed.

She started to pout and walk away until she swung her body back around and ran at Clockwork. "Who are you?" She demanded, aiming her knife at Clockwork's throat, who just moved the knife down with her fingers using the backside.

"Clockwork." She said, furrowing her brows slightly. Nina's scrowl grew as she continued to question her, each time she moved closer in a desperate attempt to look scary, Clockwork would step back until she had her pinned to the wall.

The creak of the floors and the condensation left on the walls of the studio apartment, made it more uncomfortable for them both to stay in but Nina was nowhere close to done with her, question after question, much to Nat's displeasure.

"Look, I don't know what you want from me." She said, her back to the wall. Ultimately she was entirely unthreatened and had only been going along with this in the hopes that it would be a one time thing; it wouldn't be.

"Are you in love with him?" The question made Clockwork raise an eyebrow, did she really assume that? "No." She had always thought of him as more of a brother figure anyway, so the answer was obvious.

Still attempting to pull what she believed was the truth from Natalie, she asked her a couple more times and each time she shook her head; "No." So finally, Nina resorted, "Are you dating anyone?" She asked, finally pulling the knife away.

Being relatively new to her relationship with Toby, she looked away and nodded, Nina was finally able to draw some emotion. "OMG!" Nina said the acronym aloud as her suspicious glare turned into a bright smile, her eyes lighting up. Now, she was asking new questions.

"Who is it?" She asks, giggling while shaking Natalie's shoulders. Clockwork brushes her off and makes her way back over to the body bag and begins stuffing the body in. "Toby." She says, packing an arm into the bag. In her efforts to hide her emotions, she moves to work. Her face is flushed and hot at the mention of him and she hates it.

"It's..." Clockwork starts to explain but quits midway. After the bodies are packed, Clockwork escapes through the window. She hoped she'd be leaving Nina behind but soon enough...

"Hey Clocky!" 2 days after their first meeting, Nina had somehow found her. Clockwork groaned, sitting up in her usual tree to draw. Her mind was focused on the burned down barn in the distance so Nina's intrusion was more than a small inconvenience.

Nina struggled up the tree, her legs kicking desperately. Natalie sighs and puts her sketchbook down to pull Nina up by her small arms. "You're strong!" She remarks, stretching out her arms once she's sitting on the branch. "You're not." She retorts, frankly. Natalie goes to grab her sketchbook but is stopped by Nina putting her face up close in a grin. "Have you seen Jeff?" She asks anxiously, Natalie shakes her head. Truthfully, she had seen him before she left the cabin but she wasn't about to tell Nina that.

Nina sighs, "My prince is always playing hard to get." She complains. "But I won't lose hope!" Natalie watches as Nina stands up on the branch, legs wobbling. Nina stands triumphantly with a wide smile across her leathery face. The sunset is orange and blue with the falling sun in the sky. The sunset illuminates Nina's body as she begins to tiptoe across the branch.

She stops suddenly at the very tip of the branch, staring out at the barn that was burnt down a few months ago when Toby and Clockwork first declared that they wanted to become a couple. Cheeks burning from the memory of that December night, Clockwork stood alongside Nina. The moment is quiet, serene and birds chirp distantly.

"Clocky." Years later, Nina and Clockwork sit on the branch once again as it had become a meeting spot for anyone who wanted to see her. "Yeah?" Clockwork's head perked up, she'd become increasingly more used to Nina's constant talk about Jeff but she didn't mind anymore. Having become more comfortable in her own relationship, her and Nina could share those things together, even if Nina's 'relationship' with Jeff was one-sided and deluded.

"Have you ever thought about kissing a girl?" Nina asks, she runs it through her head for a second before clicking her tongue.

"I guess not."

"Would you kiss me?"

"What?"

"Would you kiss me?" Nina repeats herself, "You know, just to try." She adds. "Well..." Clockwork looks down, starting to seriously consider the offer. She turns and drapes her legs over the side of the branch, "It's really late...I think I need to head in and you know, see my boyfriend." Clockwork jumps down after making her runaway statement awkwardly.

"And then she asked if I wanted to kiss her!" Clockwork vents out to Jeff, her boots hit the hardwood of the nice suburban home they'd just killed the residents of as she paces around. "Isn't this a conversation you should be having with your boyfriend?" Jeff says, stuffing the decapitated head of a victim into a garbage bag. Clockwork sighs, looking down at the blood puddle of her victim, which she kneeled back down to continue dismantling. "Fine then, did you want to kiss her?" Jeff asks, stuffing a leg into the bag.

"I guess." She says, passing the arm of her victim to Jeff which he stuffs into a bag. "But, with Toby...and our relationship...I wouldn't want him to think I was considering cheating on him." She sighs again. Jeff rolls his eyes, deciding to give the advice that Liu had once given him before he became a worker and had a similar situation. "Why don't you just talk to Toby about it?" He suggests, his mind trails back to Liu for a second from back when they were 12 and 10, living in New Jersey when Jeff was dating (as far as dating can go for 7th graders) a girl but another had wanted to date him which was when he vented to Liu, same as what Clockwork was doing now.

"Okay." She takes a breath and runs off, determined to talk to Toby about it. "You bitch, you left me to clean all this shit up!" Jeff yells out the window as she runs, "I'm getting Slender to give you overtime!" He screams.

Once back at the cabin, she runs to Toby's room and shakes him violently awake. "What's going on?" He asks, slowly opening his eyes. "Can I kiss Nina?!" She asks nervously. Toby, who was left without a second to register this just looks up at her for second before sitting up. "Kiss who?" He questions.

Clockwork explains the whole situation to him. "I guess I just wanna figure out if I like it or not." She finishes her ramble with that, quits pacing and sits with Toby on the bed. "Alright." He says, "I don't consider it cheating if you're just figuring yourself out...I might do it too." He adds. It had turned out better than she expected, she hugged him tightly and he wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Brush your teeth before you kiss me, though."

"Okay."

"I don't want Nina's leftovers on my mouth."

"Okay, okay, I get it."

They kiss quickly.

You can read more of this in my Wattpad fic but here's spoilers for said fic lmao

#creepypasta #clockwork #clockwork creepypasta #natalie ouellette #Nina the killer #nina hopkins #nina x clockwork

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loopstagirl · 4 months

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Smooth Sailing

Scott put the cool bag down with a groan and a thud he hoped no one else heard. Their grandmother had outdone herself, as usual. He glanced around. None of his brothers were in sight. No one would know if he peeked, or had a taste.

He barely touched the zipper when-,

“Don’t even think about it.”

Gordon appeared from behind the sail. Scott snatched back his hand. No doubt his brother had been checking the boat over given it had been a while since they’d taken it out. It was unlike Gordon to be a stickler for the rules though. Then the younger man winked.

“Unless you’re planning to share.”

Scott grinned, slipped a hand in, and came out with his prize: a cookie for each of them. They ate quickly, then Scott stored the bag properly before dropping back to the beach to wait for the others.

John didn’t leave them waiting long. Gordon burst out laughing when he saw the long-sleeved shirt and wide hat John was sporting.

“You’re gonna boil.”

“Better than being a lobster,” John muttered. He and Gordon had always been the most likely to burn. But the water loving Tracy had build up a tan and a tolerance after years of being out in the elements and living on a tropical island. John, however, only had to look at the sun to go bright red.

Gordon had a retort ready but Scott shook his head. He wanted to be out on the water before the arguments started, otherwise John would just refuse to come.

Virgil, however, was nowhere to be seen.

“Where is he?” Gordon complained after twenty minutes. “We’re going to miss the tide if he doesn’t hurry up. He better not be trying to bring his entire easel.”

“He won’t,” Scott said soothingly, shielding his eyes as he stared up the beach. “There he is.”

“What is he bringing?” John asked in amazement.

Scott only shook his head. There was a heavy bag hanging from each shoulder as Virgil staggered towards them. Scott went to help, hearing a familiar clink from the bag he took.

“Grandma,” Virgil panted as he finally reached the water line, dropping his remaining bag and collapsing onto the sand. “Apparently we needed more.”

Scott looked in the bag he was carrying. Bottles of water and soda greeted him, but he rummaged a bit and found the beer at the bottom.

“Nicely done,” he said. No doubt Virgil had distracted her while he slipped those in.

Scott passed the bags to John and Gordon while he hauled Virgil up from the sand.

Now they were all here, there was no reason to delay. Still, Scott found himself hesitating, standing on the beach as he looked back at the house.

“What if-,”

“Nope,” John said firmly. He and Virgil both took an arm and dragged Scott onto the boat. Gordon started the engine before Scott had the time to protest.

For half an hour or so, they didn’t speak. They were used to working together and all knew what they needed to do. Gordon cut the engine once they were far enough out and, seamlessly, they got the sail up and were soon drifting towards a good spot.

It took a while for Gordon to be happy, but eventually they stowed the sail, and the relaxation properly began.

John found the shady spot, ditching his hat and stretching out his long legs. He pulled a book from his bag, reached for a beer, and settled back with a small smile on his face. Gordon sniggered but didn’t say anything. They all knew this was paradise for John.

“You’re sure Alan didn’t mind?” Scott couldn’t help but ask. Gordon shook his head.

“Sure. He was desperate to finish the last of the training up on Five so he could be home next week. Apparently hanging out with TinTin is more important than hanging out with us these days.”

“Don’t worry,” Virgil added, prodding Scott with his toe. He, too, had made himself comfortable. He’d slipped out of his shirt, shades on, and propped himself up against the side, sketchbook already balanced on his knee, one pencil in his hand and another tucked behind his ear.

“We asked him,” he continued, “repeatedly. The entire time we were planning the trip.”

“But what if we get a call-,”

“Scott!” Three voices said in unison, and he held up his hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay,” he laughed. He’d agreed to this, after all, and it was supposed to be a chance for them to relax. Instead, he looked towards the cool bags.

“Is it lunchtime yet, then? I’m starving.”

No one bothered answering him. Gordon stood up, pulling off his shirt and kicking off his flipflops.

“Laters.”

He dived smoothly over the side of the boat. Propping his elbows on the side, Scott watched his brother swim for a few moments, before deciding to join him.

He soon forgot about the cares and worries that had been hanging over him since operations started. They pulled the snorkels out and he spent a fun hour with Gordon, exploring the area around the boat.

By that time, he really was starving, and signalled to Gordon he was going back. Gordon accompanied him (apparently it really was lunchtime this time, not just Scott’s stomach trying to convince him of that). Pulling himself back onboard, Scott smiled at the scene.

John was exactly where they’d left him, engrossed in his book. He didn’t look like he’d moved this entire time and, knowing his brother, he hadn’t.

Virgil, however, had. His sketchbook had been placed carefully to one side. The man himself was stretched out on the deck, his rhythmic breathing giving away Virgil was taking the chance for a nap.

Scott smiled, flicking a towel lightly over himself but knowing the sun would dry him in moments. John didn’t look up, but reached into the bag by his side with one hand and passed over a bottle of water without taking his eyes off his book.

Scott had downed it – not realising how thirsty he was – by the time Gordon had climbed aboard. He had his elbows propped on the side, staring out to sea, when he heard a yelp behind him.

He looked round. He really didn’t need to, knowing exactly what he’d see, but he did it anyway. Sure enough, Gordon had shaken himself off like a dog, while standing over the no-longer-snoozing Virgil.

Virgil raised a hand to lift his shades, trying to glare up at Gordon but finding the sun was in his eyes. His squint was less impressive and Gordon chuckled even as he went to get a drink for himself.

“You suck,” Virgil complained, running a hand down his chest to try and get the water off.

“You’ll be dry in two minutes,” Scott assured him, but Virgil didn’t look comforted by the thought.

Scott decided to change tack. “C’mon, it’s lunchtime.”

He disposed of his bottle and moved across the deck. John stretched, climbing to his feet, and putting his book with Virgil’s sketchpad. He was the only person Scott knew that still insisted on finding paperbacks when he was home – although thankfully didn’t moan about digital the rest of the time. Three wasn’t big enough to transport the amount of reading material John could get through during quiet times.

“How much has Grandma sent us with?” John asked as they lifted the cool bag out from where Scott had stored it.

“Two cookies less than she thinks,” Gordon muttered as he passed them.

Scott smirked but thankfully John didn’t hear – they’d never hear the end of it if their brothers found out they’d already dipped into the snacks. Then again, there was no telling what they’d been doing while Scott and Gordon had been in the water. John may have just looked like he hadn’t moved…

“Virgil!” It was half-yelp, half-shout.

Scott and John both turned.

“Virg-,” Scott began, but he honestly didn’t know what he was going to say. He wasn’t sure he wanted to.

Virgil had made it to his feet. He’d caught Gordon off-guard, going in low and catching him around the mid-riff before straightening up, Gordon over his shoulder.

“Put me down!”

“Okay,” Virgil said cheerfully. He took two quick steps towards the side of the boat, already struggling slightly to hold on to his prisoner with Gordon’s squirming.

“No- no, don’t!” It was only a half-hearted protest though; Gordon was already laughing as Virgil did as he was asked, dropping his brother.

Right over the side of the boat.

Gordon landed with an almighty splash, a far cry from his smooth dive earlier. Scott just chuckled, continuing to busy himself with getting lunch out.

“There will be payback,” a voice called from the water, but Virgil didn’t look concerned as he settled down in a spot closest to the food and started helping himself.

John shook his head fondly. He moved to the side and stretched out a hand. “Come on, fishie, before those two eat it all.”

“Wait, John-,” Scott was already moving forward. He knew exactly where this was going to go. He reached the side just as Gordon took John’s hand. But before he could move, Gordon had planted both feet against the hull and pulled.

Scott reached out, but he missed as John joined Gordon in the water with an almighty splash. Virgil gave a shout of laughter from behind him, rushing over to also peer over the side. Gordon was casually treading water when John spluttered his way to the surface.

“Rule one of any rescue, bro: check your footing,” Gordon said innocently. He was rewarded by a splash of water to the face before John swam for the steps. He climbed out, his long-sleeved shirt clinging to him, rivulets of water streaming from it.

John glanced down at himself, sighed, and peeled it off. Scott wordlessly handed him a towel and sunblock, turning away to hide his smirk. He was just in time to see Gordon climb out, and the silent high-five between him and Virgil.

Shaking his head fondly, Scott decided the safest thing to do was sit down and eat, before anything else got in the way of his food.

Gordon spent the next hour complaining he couldn’t go back in the water, but their grandmother’s rules from when they were children had lodged firmly in their minds even after all this time.

They played a few rounds of cards instead, John wiping the deck with them. When Virgil and Gordon decided to go diving, John refused, claiming he wanted to stay at a normal pressure level for a while, and Scott decided to keep him company.

Once the two were suited up and exploring the depths, Scott took out his datapad while John returned to his book. With a furtive glance at his brother, he opened the latest IR reports that he hadn’t had a chance to look through yet. He was still relaxing; it wasn’t like anyone would know…

Until a pretzel suddenly hit him on the shoulder. Scott looked up. John was still studying his book, but he glanced up, and flicked another treat at him.

“Stop it.”’

“I’m not doing anything!”

“Fine – hand it over.”

Scott quickly saved and closed the report, opening a random book as he handed the datapad over. John made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat, pressed a few buttons, and handed it back.

Once he was sure his brother was reading again, Scott went back to the report. Or, at least, tried to. He couldn’t open it. He was locked out the files. He looked up again; there was a small smirk on John’s face even though he kept his focus on his book.

“Wanna play cards?” Scott said in a voice that certainly wasn’t a grumble, no matter what anyone said. John put down his book.

“Sure.”

They spent an easy couple of hours playing until Gordon and Virgil resurfaced. The rest of the afternoon was spent swimming, snorkelling, persuading John to come in, persuading Gordon to get out, and hanging out in a way they hadn’t done since International Rescue started.

As the sun started to go down, Virgil dived for his sketchpad. By the time he agreed that they could move, night had drawn in and Gordon needed the spotlights on to get back to the beach. But it was a journey they had all done plenty of times and it didn’t take long for them to get back and store the boat safely away.

Virgil and Gordon headed back towards the house, chatting quietly. John stopped, looking back across the ocean as the stars started to come out. For once, he wasn’t looking up.

“Okay?” Scott asked casually.

“Yeah,” John said, the smile obvious in his words. “It’s all good.”

As they followed their siblings back towards the house, Scott couldn’t agree more. It was all good.

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #tos #scott tracy #john tracy #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #fluff #loopstagirl #smooth sailing

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whitevelvet-ly · 1 year

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masterpiece

PAIRING: childe x reader

HEADS UP: artist!gn!reader, romantic, fluff, implied friends to lovers? scenario

A/N: 🐵

SUMMARY: he always liked to learn more about you. what you like to eat, your favorite animals, what you like to do in your free time, and all that. the most surprising information he got from you was how you had drawing as a hobby as well. what surprised him even more, was the contents in one of your sketchbooks...

CHILDE / TARTAGLIA

childe was so, so very surprised to learn that you enjoyed drawing. he really wanted you to show some of them some time, in which you agreed. though, you asked him to give yourself a bit more time, and he agreed as well, giving you all the time you need.

when you finally gave him your permission to open one of your sketchbooks, he was delighted! he picks the one closest to him, since he knows all your drawings would be great anyway.

his eyes widened.

"wow, I didn't know you were this good at drawing..."

"what, so you thought I was bad?" you shoot back as a joke, but it ends up coming out in an offensive tone.

"hey— I didn't mean it like that!" he responds immediately, waving both of his hands in front of you.

you laugh, lowering his hands with your own. "I was kidding, ajax." he dramatically sighs in relief, and continues turning the pages.

"oh! this one is cute." he points at the illustration, and you can't help but smile.

"yeah, I came across a bunny one time on my way home. she's a mom, and she had really cute kids." you say. "I've been trying to gain their trust, and I think it's working!"

"really?" childe replies, leaning on his hands. you were staring at the sketchbook, so you didn't notice him staring at you instead of the sketch. in his opinion, he found the artist more beautiful than their creation. ...not to offend you.

"yeah, the mother doesn't scratch me anymore." you say, looking at childe and hoping to get a laugh out of him, in which you succeeded. you grinned, and look back at the paper.

"I seeee." he chuckles, and lifts his head off of his hand to turn to the next page. "okay, so the next one is..."

...

wait.

"ah, hey, wait, that's—"

oh, it's too late.

his expression turned blank. well... no, not really. his eyes were slightly widened, and his mouth was agape. I say blank simply because his face was completely unreadable.

it was him, asleep on his desk after hours and hours of paperwork.

your breath hitched slightly, slowly becoming more and more anxious by the second.

shhhoooot... he found out. how'd I not realize that was... that book? I'm doomed. you'd find it weird if someone had a drawing of you sleeping their sketchbook, ...right?? this is bad, this is bad, this is bad...

suddenly, he snorted out of nowhere.

...huh?

he burst out laughing, tears forming in the sides of his eyes.

you turn red, shoving him harshly.

"hey!" you yell, tears forming in your own eyes as well. "what?! why are you laughing??!!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! it's just—" he pauses to wipe the tears. "It's just that you looked so cute." he teases. classic childe. "hey, that's not fair!" you say, hitting his head (lightly). ajax shelters his head, continuing to laugh even harder. "my heart skipped a beat just then and there!"

he eventually tries to stop laughing to spare you at least a sliver of dignity, in which he half-succeeded, still letting out a few giggles here and there.

"okay! okay! haha, seriously, I'm sorry!" he yells in an attempt to stop you from hitting him. "I like it! you draw me well." he says in reassurance, gliding a finger over the paper. "the hair's accurate."

oh.

he likes it?

"you... like it?" you say, echoing your thoughts. you spare childe from your fists, retreating them. "yeah! I genuinely do." he answers swiftly.

likes

it??????

"huh???" he snorts again, but doesn't let out a laugh. "yep. do you want me to spell it for you? childe, c-h-i-l-d-e, likes, l-i-k-e-s, it—"

"okay that's enough." you finally had enough time to process it in your head, and cover your face in your hands. he smiles, though no longer in a teasing way. it's more... endearing.

"it's not... weird? like... at all?" you ask, peeping out of your hands. "hmm, maybe it's a little weird—"

"stop it!!"

"but not so much that I don't like it!!" he yells back, laughing again. "okay, now, for real this time. I like it. there's no denying." he finally answers. "in fact, I might even encourage you to continue doing this, if you will...?"

"what?" you lower your hands from your face, looking at him directly in the eyes. "ah, what I'm saying is..." he trails off, scratching the back of his neck. "maybe... I could be like a reference? ...you can draw me any time, if you'd like."

"..."

"you're stupid." you say, flicking his forehead. "ow?"

"yeah, I'll draw you, you dumb idiot." you lean closer and grin despite the apparent blush blooming on your face.

he sighs. "well, I guess it's settled!"

soon, you filled all of your sketchbooks in no time.

who knew such a man elicits so much inspiration?

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helloo this is my first time requesting so hopefully its not confusing🧌

can i request fluff prompt number 2 and comfort number 9? with draco malfoy

so like basically y/n is kind to everyone including malfoy and y/n has a crush on him and draco asks “why do you love me?” (prompt 2 )and y/n’s like “because i believe theres something good in you” then walks away and draco had this weird feeling and he cant get y/n off his mind and starts liking her then when draco became a death eater y/n found out but she still decided to love him just the way he is and shes always there for draco even tho hes kind of mean to her (prompt 9) and he kinda likes her but dont know how to express hes feelings

im sorry if this is cringe 😞

Of course my love! So sorry if this is late, but, I had such a fun time writing this, so thank you!!

Prompts: Fluff 2: "Why do you love me?" Comfort 9: "I love you okay? Nothing will ever change that."

I See You-Draco Malfoy (request)

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Maybe bad writing cause I haven't written a fanfic in a while, I've been working on my own story.

A/N: Also, let me know if I should make a series regarding one of the Harry potter characters, I'm going between Ron and Draco right now!!

Y/n. They were known around the school for being the kindest person in Ravenclaw, most people liked them, all except a few. Draco Malfoy in particular wasn’t so fond of Y/n. He hated the way they smiled at everyone, how they never stood up for themselfyet stood up for everyone else. He hated how innocent they seemed and the way their eyes sparkled when they talked about traveling the world.

Ever since they were in their potions class together in 3rd year, Y/n knew they felt something for Draco. They heard his laugh from across the room and saw his charming smile and knew from then on that they were truly in love. Everything Draco did left them in a trance, even when Draco wasn’t so nice to them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

*Fifth Year*

The sound of people yelling, laughing and talking didn’t seem to phase Y/n as they sat at the courtyard, drawing underneath a tree. They had been working on a particularly difficult picture that had taken them a couple of days to even get the base sketch down, and they were finally finishing it. They had drown out all the noise of people talking so much that they hadn’t even noticed the sound of Draco’s heavy footsteps approaching them.

“What could you possible be so focused on?” y/n tensed up at the sound of Draco’s voice, they weren’t expecting Draco out of nowhere, causing them to jump slightly and blush slightly at his mocking tone. They murmured some words, some words Draco could not understand.

“I can’t hear you when you don’t talk L/n.” He smirked. Draco was aware of Y/n’s feelings for him, he had known ever since he had heard them talking about it in Herbology last year. Since then, he had decided to make them lose their feelings for him, he had hated the idea of people liking him, or even liking someone back knowing how his path was set for him, he didn’t want to bring anyone into this mess he had to fulfill.

“I said I'm drawing! I have to focus, it's a gift for Hermione.” Y/n first spoke with confidence, but, slowly their words got lost in translation as they had felt bad for shouting at Draco.

“A gift? For the mudblood? How ridiculous! You would draw something for someone like that?” Draco mocked. Before Y/n had the chance, Draco grabbed the sketchbook from their hands and looked at the drawing.

“Malfoy Stop! Give that back!” Y/n tried their best to get their drawing back from him, but all he did was dodge them, moving from side to side.

“This is horrid! What is this supposed to be? A rat? Or maybe it’s a self Portrait?” Draco laughed to himself, but Y/n didn’t laugh. The words had hurt them, had cut them deep. They knew he was probably only doing it to make them mad, but nonetheless, the poison words coming from him choked them, slowly tearing away their confidence.

“That's not nice Malfoy.” Was all Y/n could say. The cockiness in Draco’s eyes got bigger as he laughed at them.

“That's all you have to say? How pathetic.” And with his words, he threw the sketchbook into a nearby puddle. Y/n just stared at the puddle, watching as the pages slowly soaked up the water, causing the ink to run across the pages. They couldn’t help but slowly feel their throat close and their eyes start to water as they watched the drawing slowly get ruined by the dirty water. They slowly looked over at Draco and mustered up a small smile. “That’s okay, I needed a new one anyways.” Was all they said before walking past Draco and picking up the sketchbook. “I’ll see you in Potions Malfoy.”

Draco watched as they walked away, in shock. He had just ruined their sketchbook, something that took lots of time and effort into creating and they didn’t even say anything.

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Draco couldn’t help but feel bad the next couple of weeks. He thought about the way he just threw the sketchbook, and how Y/n just didn’t react. When they saw each other in the halls, Y/n would flash Draco a quick smile, and a wave before going back to whatever they were doing. During their shared classes together, Y/n would also often help Draco if he needed something. All these kind gestures made Draco’s head spin in confusion, even though he had just been mean to them weeks prior, they had the courage to still treat him decent? Draco couldn’t stop the feeling of guilt striking him more and more everyday. So he decided to confront Y/n about it.

One day after class, Draco had dragged Y/n (more rough than he had wanted) into an empty hallway to finally ask their the question that had been on his mind since he had ruined their sketchbook.

“Why?” Was all he said. He felt like his throat had been closed, restricting him from saying anything else. But, when Y/n only looked at him with confusion, he continued. “Why are you so nice to me? After everything I did, and everything I said. I ruined your sketchbook, tripped you in the halls, I’ve even blamed you for things you never even did. Yet you still take the blame for it and treat me kindly every single time. Why?”

Y/n felt a wave of heat rush over them. They had never planned on confessing the true reason as to why they had been so kind to Draco, but now was a better time than never.

“Well, I do love you Draco, and-”

“Then why do you love me? Why do you continue to love me even though I’m such a horrible person.”

“Love is the only force capable of turning an enemy into a friend. Martin Luther King Jr.” y/n responded. Draco looked at them, and he stared. Not because he was confused, but because he had not noticed how eloquently Y/n spoke. Words flew from their mouth like the drop of rain, and had the sweetness of honey when they reached his ear.

“What?”

“Draco, I see you. I see you as you are. I see good in you and I see someone that is hiding beneath all that tough exterior. You just have to let him out.”

Draco looked and watched as Y/n slowly walked away. He couldn’t fathom how someone who he had never shown an ounce of kindness too, could read and see inside him so well. He felt his heart skip a beat as he remembered the words Y/n had spoken to him, his heart raced and his palms started to sweat. He felt weird, silly even. He had never felt this way about someone ever before, Nor did he really want to.

But despite his efforts, the next few weeks got only harder for him. The stress of his father making him a death eater, killing dumbledore, and his feelings for Y/n had ridden him with such a burden that he could not even focus in his classes anymore. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

*sixth year*

Draco stared at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t believe what he had become. He stared at the mark on his arm in disgust as he felt tears run down his face. He had seated himself in an empty classroom, away from all people. Except for one.

Y/n had entered the room five minutes before Draco arrived, they had wanted a quiet place to draw, but they knew that Draco needed this space more. They knew they probably should have just made a quick run for the door, but seeing Draco quietly cry to himself made Y/n’s heart break.

They quietly put their hand on Draco’s shoulder, and whispered his name. He knew immediately who it was and his heart stopped. He didn’t even question if he was right, he just stood up and engulfed Y/n in the tightest hug he could. Both Y/n and Draco’s hearts skipped a beat. Y/n hugged Draco tighter and let him cry into their chest, while slowly rubbing his head.

After a while Draco had calmed down he let go of y/n, still keeping them in his arms, just hugging them a little less tight. He looked them in the eyes and swallowed back his pride.

“You still love me? After all these years of being mean to you and your friends. After all I’ve done? After all I've become?” Y/n looked down at his arm, they gasped slightly at the mark but did not say anything. They rubbed his arm, bringing it up to their mouth and kissing the whole of the mark slowly. Before looking up at Draco with the softest gaze she could give him.

“I see you Draco, I see you as you are. Not what burdens you. I love you Okay? Nothing will ever change that.” Draco sighed lightly, letting Y/n continue. “Love is the only force capable of turning an enemy into a friend. Martin Luther King Jr.” They smiled as they repeated the words back to him that they had spoken so long ago. Draco laughed to himself as he held Y/n’s face in his hands.

“Thank you. For seeing me. Thank you for loving me.”

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Demon Slayer Series

Uzui’s Fourth Wife

- Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Another Love interest

Next Part

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The Shinobi's of the village were passing along like they normally would. The sons of age would pick out girls to be their wives. All the girls were lined up standing in front of their families in their nice kimonos. You were still too young to be married off so you stood beside your parents and siblings. A boy around your age, possibly a few years older, came up to your family in which you all bowed to one another. "One day you will be my wife" the white haired, pink eyed boy said with a smirk on his face. He was yet a Shinobi but would be becoming one soon. His father walked up from behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder as they began to walk away. Standing there your parents were delighted that an Uzui took interest in their daughter while you stood there too stunned to speak.

From that day forward your mother drilled into your head being the perfect housewife and knowing your place in your marriage. Your job was to be a good wife, clean, cook, please your husband, and more importantly birth as many children possible to continue on the lineage of the Shinobi. You developed a strong hatred for Tengen Uzui as his comment made your life a living hell which also in turn kept any other possible suitors away from you.

Your father taught you how to defend yourself as most wives of the shinobi were accustomed to fighting alongside their partner if need be. As weeks went on you were able to take down your father as well as your older brothers who were a lot bigger than you height wise and body mass. Of course your mother was not pleased that you were learning to fight but as she told you once before "you must know your place in your marriage" meaning not to speak against the husband. The quote often ringing in your head as growing up you never viewed your parents marriage as one she was training you for. Growing up you watched your father be a doting husband and extremely kind to your mother and in turn your mother reciprocated those acts as well.

The fact of the matter was she was trying to make you into a respectable women and wife in the eyes of other people. The village often judged your family as they found it abnormal that your father would help cook the meals, tend to the laundry, and watch over his children while his wife got time to relax. You knew deep down that she was just trying to protect you from the harsh gossip that always spread around the village.

When you weren't being forced to train you were allowed to enjoy some things. One of the things being art. You spent sleepless nights practicing and finding your own style. When you were allowed to go into town you'd carry a sketchbook as well as paints you made yourself, finding the perfect spot to sit and observe the sceney you were being watched from some of the towns people. Older ladies and men would compliment you the most and also give you some money which you tried to turn down but old people seem to always find a way to get the money back to you.

This started your painting business, you found yourself painting family portraits, of families you once walk past in the town. Soon there was the wedding portraits as well. This began to take up most of your time which you were thankful for as that meant no more training.

A year had passed and Tengen Uzui was nowhere to be seen. Other Shinobi's walked through the town picking their wives as your family was off to the side since you were already chosen from another. A sigh of relief not seeing him towards the end of the line as you went to walk away back towards the house your wrist was gripped by an unfamiliar hand. "I'm sorry sir but she's already been claimed by another Shinobi'' your father sternly said as you turned to look at the man. "The name is Lord Riku Alpin" The tall, short ruffled black haired, soft thinner faced, muscular man said looking down at you and to your father. His eyes hazel. "I don't see said Shinobi? Where is he? If he proclaimed your daughter as his then where is he?" The man asked curiously. Your father stood there with a deadpan face as he tried to look for an answer. "Tell you what old man, let me take her out on a proper date and we will let her decide who she wants to be with yeah?" The stranger grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips giving a light peck.

"Well I suppose that would be fine" your fathers facial expression never faltering. Your mother on the other hand had slapped a hand onto her mouth as she thought she'd never see the day a man sweep you off your feet. As much as the Uzui name was more well known this man took interest in you, and so did he interest you as well. Walking away with the man your parents and siblings stood there looking back at one another as they all thought one man taking interest in you was enough but now a second man, your family would be the talk of the town.

"So what is your name? I'm sorry I didn't ask you back there. That was rude of me" he said as he led the way further into town towards the food vendors. "My name is [y/Fn] [y/Ln], it's nice to meet you Lord Riku" you sheeply said. "Oh no need for the formalities, just call me Riku. So [y/n] tell me about this Shinobi who is supposed to make you his wife." He said stopping at a food stand and ordering two of everything on the menu and tea. You two sat down on a fallen tree in the shade. "Well his name is Tengen Uzui, he has white hair and pink eyes. I'm not sure what he looks like now as he wasn't here this year. I doubt he meant what he said" you took a bite of the pork bun while looking out at the scenery. "Ah the Uzui's, a good choice to go with. What did he say to you?" Riku took a sip from his tea. "Well he walked up to my family and looked at me and said 'One day, you will be my wife' before he walked away with his father" you say.

"Ah so he didn't really ask for your hand, he just said you would be his one day, well looks like I may have a fighting chance then" He said before chuckling. You felt your face feel hot and blushed. "I guess you do, thank you for the food" you said looking down at the ground. "My pleasure, you looked like you wanted to get out of there so I wanted to lend a helping hand. I honestly have no interest in taking a wife or wives that is right now. There's a lot of things to still see out in the world and I want to enjoy my life besides being a Shinobi" he said, casting his gaze on you. "Well we will get along perfectly then! I don't want to be a wife either. I have to focus on my art and my business" You say, giving the man a cheesy smile.

"You make art?" He asked, tilting his head "show me" he said standing up and grabbing your hand. "Sure, I'll walk you to one of my recent customers and have them show you the portrait I made them" you said walking back towards the town and making your way towards a clothing vendor. "Miss [L/N] it's so nice to see you again, thank you for the beautiful portrait of my family" the elder lady said looking at you and the man she's never seen around here before. "Oh, who's this? Your husband?" She asked looking him up and down. He choked on his tea before coughing "oh no ma'am, got the wrong idea, just a friend" he said putting his hand on the back of his neck. "I brought him over here to show him the recent painting I did of your family,

May we see it?" You said with a smile on your face. "Of course, one moment" the lady walked into her booth and came out with a large painting of her family showing it off to Riku. "Wow, that's stunning, what amazing work" he said looking at you and back at the painting.

Saying Goodbye to the elder women and walking back towards your house Riku walked a few paces behind before catching up to your walking speed. "So I enjoyed being around you, I would like to do this again" he said as he once more grabbed your hand and gave it a kiss. "I'll be back in a few weeks or so, wait for me, yeah?" he said with a smile on his face. "Yeah, ok." You said sheeply. He walked you to the door of your house as your parents waited outside for you. Bowing to them he walked away and waved before disappearing into the crowd of people.

You thought to yourself when you would really see him next or if you would even see him again. Would he disappear like Tengen? Why did it matter that Tengen disappeared, it wasn't like you liked him. He made things a bit difficult for you since his comment a year ago, though it did lead you into a new part of your life and gave you a career that you'd be able to sustain yourself with. Laying down onto your futon after a nice bath you drifted off into sleep.

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