#I love drawing poses I’m not familiar with <- clueless

[daily-isabeau]

Following the Isa in a suit: Isabeau in a dress? 👀

He would look nice in green I think!

[mydemimonde]

‘muse’ ch. 7 | matt (bbtl)

you’re in for a treat my friends ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

CHAPTER 7

Mia took a deep breath and knocked on the door. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, waiting for him. She was mentally preparing her apologize speech when Matt opened the door. Suddenly, she forgot what she was going to tell him.

He was surprised at seeing her there, for him it was clear that she didn’t want them to be friends anymore. He crossed his arms and leaned on the doorframe. He didn’t say a word. Mia noticed how her hands were sweating and her heart beating fast.

“Hi Matt… I came to talk to you, about… what happened the other day”

His eyes narrowed and he sighed. “I don’t know what you want to talk about, you made it really clear you don’t want me to be your friend anymore” he stated with a slack expression on his face.

She bit the inside of her left cheek. “That’s not true Matt, I really want your friendship, more than anything. Just let me explain myself” at this point she was desperate. She wanted everything to be alright between them. But she also couldn’t stand seeing Matt and Emma together, even if his happiness meant the world for her.

He meditated for a few seconds before moving to the right and allowing here to step inside. She swallowed hard and entered his house, gripping hard the strap of her bag. They went to the living room and sat on the couch, on polar opposites. She took a deep breath before speaking.

“I’m sorry I behaved like an insensitive bitch. You didn’t deserve that. It’s just…” she bit her lower lip. “You know I was never good at expressing my emotions, or controlling them” he nodded in acknowledgment. “That’s the reason why I’ve been acting strange around you. There’s something happening with me and I don’t know how the fuck to deal with it, so I exploded” her speech was rushed; she covered her face with her hands.

“Hey, hey” he quickly went to sit next to her, grabbed her hands and put them on her lap. “What’s going on, love?” the pet name made her even more anxious, but she loved it anyway.

“It’s not that easy to explain” tears threaten to spill and her voice cracked. He caressed her cheek, showing worry and affection. “I acted like that because I was angry. Angry at you and Emma”

His expression softened. “Love, I’m sorry. I know I spent a lot of time with her lately, and talked about her all the time. I know that it annoyed you, and Javed as well. I promise…”

“No, you don’t understand Matt. It’s not that. I was jealous” she confessed.

“Jealous?” he wiped a tear away from her face with his thumb.

“Jealous of Emma” she expected a laugh from him. But he didn’t laugh. Instead, he showed even more confusion than before. “Oh, you’re so clueless Matt”

He chuckled and furrowed. “You’re not being very clear”

“I love you” she let it out and felt a weight off her shoulders. “And not as friends” Matt was looking dazed. She continued. “I’ve been in love with you since we were 8. I thought I was over you, but I was wrong. When I came back and saw you, I realized my feelings for you never vanished” Matt stood there, completely shocked. Her heartbeat was fast. “Say something please”

What could he say? His mind was racing, he couldn’t believe her words. It took him a moment to gather himself up and get on his feet. She looked down, believing she ruined their friendship for good. He extended his hand to her. “Come with me” she hesitated for a second, but took his hand.

They went to his room. It was a little messy, some sheets of paper –songs written by him, she supposed– were all over the bed, the guitar was there as well. Posters decorated the walls, and there was a synthesizer in one corner.

Matt collected the sheets of paper and put them on the drawer next to his bed. He told her to sit there, and went to the closet to look for something. She looked at the night table and saw a portrait. It was a picture of the trio as children, at Matt’s 10th birthday. He had a red birthday hat, Javed was on his left and Mia on his right. They were sticking their tongues out, and their noses were covered in frosting. She smiled fondly.

“Here” Matt returned with a box and opened it. It was full of papers, drawings, old pictures and a black bracelet. She recognized those last two items immediately. “I saved all of them” he took the bracelet in his hand. “You made this and gave it to me on my birthday. I remember you were upset because you didn't have enough money to buy me a new jacket, so you made this and I told you that the jacket didn't matter, that I loved the bracelet. I would wear it all the time, proudly" he looked at it and smiled. Then, he showed her the drawings. "These were drawn by you on a rainy day. We were stuck here in my house, we were bored and you drew this" she examined at the three colourful figures: Javed, Matt and Mia in the park.

Mia took the polaroids, which captured some of their happiest memories. The trio posing next to a Christmas tree, opening their gifts, eating marshmallows. Then, there was a picture of Matt and Mia alone. She was kissing his cheek, and he had a grin on his face.

"Do you remember the day you told us you were moving to Liverpool?" she nodded. "I was pissed. Really pissed. But not at you, at myself" she slightly shook her head, not quite understanding. "I was angry because I never had the guts to tell you about how I felt about you. When I finally gathered courage, you were leaving" he started to rummage through the box and grabbed the sheet of papers. "I know I was a little kid and barely began to understand what love was, but I couldn't help being so upset" Mia couldn't believe what she was hearing. "After you left, I felt empty. Everything I did was talk to Javed about you. Poor lad, I know I exhausted him" he chuckled.

"Matt, I..."

He cut her off, lifting a finger. "Let me finish. Do you know why I decided to become a musician?" she shook her head. "At first I thought it was just a hobby as a kid. Watching rock stars do their thing, it was really exciting. I wanted that. But that isn't the reason anymore"

"Then what is it?" she had no idea where this conversation was going. But she was curious.

"You" Matt's eyes and tone were sincere. "You are the reason. You inspired me to write songs since we were kids" he handed over the crumpled sheets of paper, and she took them. Most of the songs were about love, admiration or heartbreak. All about her. "The first ones are shitty because, well, I was 10, but my feelings were true. And they still are. You're my muse"

She blushed and blinked repeatedly. This wasn't what she was expecting from him. Never in a million years. She looked at the last sheet of paper, it had a familiar date on it. It was from 5 days ago.

"I wrote that after your… outburst. The day we went to the park" his eyes were fixed on the paper.

The image of Matt playing the guitar and writing came to her mind. Of course, she saw him through her window that night. "Oh. I'm sorry about that too. I was hurt because of the necklace. I thought it was for me. That's why I overreacted" Mia bit her lip and looked down, embarrassed.

He placed his hand on her cheek. "I'm so sorry for that, babe. I'm stupid" she looked up and met his blue eyes. "I should've told you before"

"It's not your fault, it was mine for making stuff up in my head and creating fantasies..."

"No Mia, not that" he giggled. "I love you. I always have. That's what I should've told you"

Mia was puzzled. After a few seconds of silence, she chuckled. "You do realize that we're the most idiot people in the world?"

"What do you mean?" he grinned.

"It took us 9 years to confess our feelings to each other. We're literally so stupid, I can't bel–" her rambling was cut off by Matt’s lips on her. His right hand kept caressing her cheek, and the left went immediately to the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him. Mia was totally taken aback by his sudden movement, but kissed him back. Her shaky hands grabbed his jacket, closing the short distance between them. His lips were soft against hers and she felt like the time stopped. Mia could smell the mix of his perfume and cigarettes. She felt dizzy.

He pulled back and rested his forehead on hers. “I wanted to do that for such a long time. I even pictured how it would be” he smirked.

Mia licked her lips. “How did it turn? Just like you imagined?”

“Hmm” he looked up, thinking. “I think I’ll need to check again” Matt went in for another kiss, this time it was deeper. Her lips tasted like strawberry chapstick, he wanted more. Mia moved her hands to the back of his neck, running her fingers through his hair. He tenderly traced her lower lip with the tip of his tongue and she parted her mouth slightly, moaning softly. Panting, they pulled back to catch their breaths.

“So?” her eyes were locked on Matt’s, his pupils were large.

“It was way better that I imagined”

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tag list: @blueeyedheizer​

[hiro-gari]

So, yesterday I accidentally stumbled into this pose drawing reference post: https://twitter.com/Dorem631/status/1387228603474083846

I think all of the reference pics kinda suits for Batarou! But of course the facial expressions could be changed to fit their own personality better so it wont seems too OOC, lol.

These are basically my first impressions about the images imho, consider : •1st pic is Batarou Childhood Friends AU. •2nd pic is Badd with Monster Garou. •3rd pic is Batarou High School AU. •4th pic is Batarou Webcomic Post-MA arc.

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-- First Picture --

I thought the 1st pic could be when Garou and Badd were kinda like, spending time somewhere outside on summer day, then one of them showing their softer side in front of the other, and it was the exact moment he just realized that he has a big crush for his bestfriend 😳💘💕

I've got 2 versions: •Badd, who usually looks grumpy and tough, was smiling brightly in front of Garou. Garou was lovestrucked and smittened by Badd's cute angelic smile, then trying so hard to deny the fact that he has fallen in love with his childhood hero and he wanted Badd to smiling more often only for him.. •Garou, who still retained his pure softer side thanks to Badd being his childhood hero and BFF, was smiling full of joy towards Badd. Badd immediately melting on the inside by Garou's adorable smile then slowly realizing he was in love with him all along..

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-- Second Picture --

Personally I like the 2nd pic the Most, because it would be so soft if Badd was holding monster Garou's face with such tenderness to calm him down, reassuring Garou that he's alright so no need to go berserk anymore. Bonus point if it was happened after some battle gone wrong in their mission and Badd got injured. But don't worry he's fine, though! That's why Badd tried to stop Garou from rampaging after he transformed out of rage.

Or maybe Badd was saying that he will always loving Garou no matter what he is, monster or not. Whereas Garou seems like he was staring calmly at Badd in silence, yet on the inside he has been very touched by Badd's genuine kindness. He never expected there's someone who is still willing to love him even after he transformed into a monster.. :"")💕

This pic looks bittersweet yet also full of tenderness, very soft and I just want Badd showing how much he cares and how pure his love for Garou for accepting all of him.. 😌💖😈

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-- Third Picture --

I also really like the 3rd pic because Nerdy Garou™ is always so good! Imagine Garou was in the middle of tutoring Badd, his bestfriend and also his secret crush. Then in the middle of explaining some difficult subject, Garou realized that his bestfriend didn't exactly concentrated to the lesson, but instead stealing glances on him when he thought Garou wasn't aware.

It was like Badd couldn't handle the Hotness™ of Nerd Garou in the full glory. It was like witnessing a whole different persona of Garou as he's usually being a totally chaotic dramatic guy.

Not to mention Garou was wearing reading glasses at that time and being all serious! Badd was experiencing Gay Panic™ because of that, lmao. Thus Garou takes advantage of the situation by teasing or flirting with him.. 🐺👓📚

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-- Fourth Picture --

Despite the cutesy pose for this picture, my mind wanted me to think this idea: Since I said it could be for Webcomic Batarou, imagine Badd was the one on the left part and Garou on the right part, both gesturing that pose as a victory for surviving Neo Heroes' absolute nonsense horrible assaults.

The redeemed Garou, as clueless as ever about what was just happened to him (poor him he looks so tired), also not familiar about doing "love sign" gesture, has the expression exactly like in the reference. It would be kinda adorable, though! Whereas Badd, instead of smiling cutely like in the reference pic, he was doing that Handsome Smirk™ that he did in the webcomic chapter just before he released himself from the restraining chains. You know the one.. 😏✨

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How was that, do you have any other suggestions? 😳✨

I'm so sorry for the lack of headcanon writings lately, my mind was currently blank and I ran out of any fresh idea. Must searching for any new inspiration, I guess waaah I'm sorry forgive me 😅🙏💦 Hopefully soon enough I can provide you more decent headcanon writings, wish me luck I can get past my writer's block! 🙇

@hiro-gari @the-goddessfighter @garous-nipple @jusqu-une-etudiante

Thank you so much for listening my daily nonsense, have a nice day, guys! Love you all~ 😉😘❤💜💙💖💝💐

-Little1993lamb-

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~Lilia:

OOO I like these a lot!!

That first one I definitely thought Garou would be the one on the right, but omg if he was friends with Badd from the beginning :’) that would have such a huge effect on his personality, and I think he would definitely smile more 💗

The second one just 👌 perfectly describes them!! Just put some draw some little horns on him and 😈 that’s Awakened Garou

Nerd Garou *wheeze* got me weakkk dude 😩 he’s probably oblivious to his charm for the longest time too cause he’s genuinely engrossed in the subject 📚 It’s probably science or somethin *insert cringey joke about their Chemistry here*

Yaaas webcomic Garou and Badd!! Kicking ass together!! Fr though Garou’s just trying to move on with his life he don’t even know who tf the Neo Heroes are 😖 But Badd’s got it figured out, he knows a rat when he sees one 😒 YEAH YEAH IK THE ONE!! I adore that panel sm 😂💕 That’s The Look right there

Thank you anon for the daily inspiration!! Sorry you’re being hit with the writer’s block 😭 Sending you all the motivation and encouragement ✨💗✨

We love you too!! 😘💖 Have a great day!

[missorgana]

“I thought you were dead.” + Matt and Elektra ♥

hii love!! i’m apologising already because this took way longer to write than i was planning, but ahh these two are my favs. very big disclaimer that i (still) haven’t seen daredevil season 3 ajgsgdjd, so i have no idea if this fits into that canon, and my comics knowledge is so limited i’d rather not try with that haha. still!! miss my woman elektra. i really do hope you like this katie, ly!! 💖

send me a pairing + a number and i’ll write you a short fic! 

29. “I thought you were dead.”

Matt goes back to his apartment every now and then. But he’s not staying there for long.

For the time being, he’s resorted to watch over Foggy and Karen.

Perhaps he should let them know he’s, well, still alive, but he doesn’t really know.

His head feels like it’s working overtime.

Karen’s been gone, and Foggy’s been alone. He comes to Matt’s apartment, and he wonders if maybe his friend might decide to put it up for a sale.

But so far, it’s been a month, and Foggy does no more than visit once every few weeks, checking the mail, he assumes, cause whenever Matt’s here it’s empty.

They coincidently were here at the same time, when he had a narrow escape, and Matt suspects that Foggy cleans up, too.

Last week, Matt was starved of food and starved of contact, only one can be helped, and he found the fridge strangely full.

Maybe Foggy has a gut feeling that he’s actually not dead, maybe that’s why he’s doing this, and it’s reassuring, but also far from it, because staying out of his friends’ lives was supposed to keep them safe.

And it’s hard for him. He just wants to keep someone safe, them, anyone, but every prior attempt’s failed.

He even had this tiny hope that he could keep her safe.

Perhaps it was too naive of Matt, because Elektra’s never been one to have a hand held over her, unless this means her biting it off.

And now, he finds his thoughts only turning back to their last moments together, almost like every single past memory of his has been blurred and crammed into the very back of his mind.

He wants to remember, so badly, but he can’t dig it up, when his thought only seem like a dark, endless pit.

So these days only go on repeating this cyclus.

That is, until he gives in and hopes to find a decent night’s sleep back home, not long after Foggy’s gone for the day, and he certainly didn’t expect to find his apartment anything other than empty.

Only thing is that Elektra’s here.

And he can’t be mistaking her, because he knows her presence all too well, and usually, it’s loud and enveloping his existence with a need to be heard, and seen, and felt.

But the quiet she’s surrounded by, in this moment, he doesn’t understand.

Matt feels her eyes on his face, not moving, and in a way only she’s able to do it renders him speechless.

“You’re home.”

He almost wants to laugh, because the words are foreign in her mouth, like a wife welcoming her brooding husband home, stepping in large circles around him to avoid whatever’s bothering him today.

“I didn’t expect you to be here.” is all he tells her, and it’s almost like she’s hesitating, the snark he’s waiting for absent, “Why not?”

He wants Elektra to laugh at how he didn’t see this coming.

Matt wants to feel clueless, so that this can have a sense of normality, and so that her return will seem obvious.

He’s told her he missed her before, but he’s not sure now’s the right time.

“I thought you were dead.”

Now, she smirks, it’s always so obvious when she does that, and the decades old, blood-stained sofa makes a muffled noise when she moves.

“I could say the same thing about you, Matthew.”

This is familiar.

For once, Matt feels like he remembers. Like his brain grants him a peek into what was his life before. The one he thought he could have with her.

His feet are numb, and the sofa’s just as low, if not uncomfortable, Foggy told him it doesn’t do anything good for his back, as before.

Matt wishes she’d be loud.

Not with her words, but with her mind, and her feelings. That’s the sense of home he can find within himself, right now.

Instead of doing this, Elektra brushes hair out of his face, removes the mask that everyone and their mom’s already called stupid, only she hasn’t, and kisses his jaw.

It’s soft, because everything about her is strangely, even hilariously, soft, when they’re usually so fast, and hungry, and minds clashing like they’re challenging each other.

Maybe Foggy would say they have nothing in common, but maybe, it’s how similar, and how easily Elektra knows his movements, and is one step ahead of him, always, that makes him feel like he can relax for once.

His hand finds her thigh and her hand finds his.

And when she kisses his neck, before biting, she poses him a question he’d rather not answer, “Would you like to talk?”

So he has to laugh, but she knows he’s not laughing at her, she hates it when he does that. She still nibbles at his neck, and then, rests her forehead on his cheek.

And Matt turns his face towards her so he can breathe her in.

“You know I don’t like talking.”

So Elektra laughs.

He likes it, when he makes her laugh.

And he can’t take much more silence, she grows louder, and more steady, and they lift their hands in sync to touch the other’s body, his going up and hers going down.

So now, her being wraps around his brain, and wherever God might be right, he thanks Him for granting the memory back he’s been craving so long.

He bumps his nose to hers. She won’t draw back, because he knows she likes his affection, even when she claims that him kissing her hand, perhaps even cuddling, is something only old married couples do.

“I do know you, Matthew.”

He only wants to make her laugh again.

[rorynne]

Full Circle Chapter 1/8

Pairing: Clint/reader

Rating: T

Summary:You've been friends with Clint Barton for years, and have harbored a crush on him for probably just as long. But will your friendship, or more importantly, your heart be able to survive an undercover mission with the pair of you posing as newlyweds to gain information on an illegal weapons auction?

Square: Fake Marriage @clintbartonbingo

Warnings: Awkwardness

Word count: 1.7k

Masterlist

Twisting in your chair you sighed, bored out of your mind as you waited for Fury to arrive. He would never admit it, but that man loved his dramatic entrances. Granted, the wait wouldn’t have been all that bad if you had any idea what he wanted to see you for. Instead, you were left clueless and feeling very much like a kid waiting for the principal.

You tensed when your vision went dark. “Whatever Fury says,” A familiar voice whispered in your ear, “I’m deaf and you don’t speak English.” You eased at Clint’s voice, your lips curling into a smile as he pulled his hands from your eyes.

“Don’t sneak up on me you ass.” You giggled as he sat down next to you. “What are you even doing here? Don’t you have Avengers to take care of?” It was rare for you to see your friend during work ever since he had joined the Avengers. “I was starting to think you forgot all about us lowly SHIELD agents.”

Clint’s jaw dropped in mock shock, “Forget about my girl? Never!” You tried to ignore the was his comment made your face warm. You had long since given up on your crush on him. Really, what chance did you have with an Avenger? “Fury called me down here, probably for a mission or something.” He shrugged lazily, leaning back in his seat seemingly completely unaware of your reaction.

“Either that, or he’s finally decided to fire you after all these years.” You said, poking his side and making him flinch. “You can only ignore orders so many times you know. And you’re famous for it, Mister ‘I made a different call’.”

He seemed to consider this for a moment before nodding, “I’ve been needing a vacation.” He grinned, looking at you, “You should come with me since you seem to be in the same boat and all.” He winked making your heart flutter.

“I would appreciate it if the two of you stopped flirting and paid attention.” Fury interrupted throwing two folders down on the table in front of you.

“I take it we aren’t getting fired then?” Clint quipped as he grabbed one of the folders.

“Barton, if I had any intention of firing you I would have done it already.” Fury said cooly. You picked up the other file and looked it over briefly as he continued. “We’ve received word of a massive auction of alien weapons and technology set to take place within the week in Rio de Janeiro. Currently, we only know of one person planning to attend, Francesco Romano, who is currently enjoying the Rio sun with his wife Alice.” Pictures of the pair popped onto the display in the front of the conference room revealing Francesco to be a middle-aged man that you recognized as the head of the Italian Mafia. “Your jobs are going to be to earn Mr. Romano’s trust and either get him to invite you to the auction or follow him there. I don’t care which. Your covers for the mission will be in your files.”

You flipped through the folder until you found the page with your cover story and froze at what you saw. Y/N Barton. Your heart felt like it was going to explode as your brain hunted for some semblance of a thought to say. “So we aren’t changing our names this time?” Clint questioned as he read over his own cover.

“You aren’t.” You managed to squeak out, eyes still locked on the name.

Clint peeked over your shoulder, his eyes widening upon reading the name, but before he could say anything, Fury spoke up. “Congratulations on your marriage.” He said, the glint in his eye betraying his amusement at the situation. “Your honeymoon starts tomorrow. Your bags have already been packed, and are waiting for you on the Quinjet. You fly out first thing tomorrow.”

Anxiety washed over you at the idea of it all, you two were best friends, and yes, you did have feelings for him but you had worked hard to keep that under wraps. You had no idea how you were going to be able to continue hiding it if the two of you had to act like a couple. You couldn’t help but feel like Fury had somehow organized this whole stressful ordeal.

“Wait a fucking minute.” Clint protested, drawing you out of your head. “Why am I being sent on something like this with Y/N? What about Tasha?” You weren’t surprised at his reaction, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Was playing the part of your husband that horrible of an idea to him?

“You are the exchangeable party on this mission Barton. Agent L/N’s familial ties to the criminal underground are too valuable for building trust to bench her.” Fury said making it perfectly clear he was not going to budge. “If you would rather another agent take your place, that can be arranged.”

“No!” Clint said quickly with a shake of his head. He cleared his throat before continuing, “No. It’s fine. That’s not needed. I’m good for this mission, just, used to Tasha is all.” He half mumbled the end of his sentence, rubbing the back of his head. You sword you heard him mutter something about ‘fucking things up’ and your heart clenched. Did he mean you?

You took a deep breath and tried to brush off the statement, putting on a brave face as you tried to make the best of the situation. “Scared you’ll fall madly in love with me Clint?” You tried to joke like how you normally would, hoping he wouldn’t hear how hurt you were.

“What?” Clint blinked dumbly before bolting straight up. “No! No, of course not.” He smiled at you as he shifted in his chair uncomfortably. “I’m not worried about a thing girly girl.”

Fury, however, didn’t have the patience for either of your discomfort. “Agent Romanoff and Captain Rogers will be acting as your support team for this mission. If at any point you are in trouble, they will be the first responders. They’ve already been briefed and are currently helping prepare for your departure.” He explained further. “You leave at 0500 hours. And don’t forget the rings.” He pulled a ring box from his pocket and tossed it onto the table. “Meeting adjourned.” He finished, leaving the conference room without another word.

The two of you looked at the box in silence for a moment before Clint reached over and grabbed it. He popped it open without a second thought revealing two gold wedding bands and a simple amethyst ring. “Aren’t engagement rings usually diamond?” You questioned. You didn’t mind the oddity of it, if anything it felt like it fit Clint far more than a diamond ring, but you couldn’t help but wonder why it was chosen.

“I would put money on it being Nat’s idea.” He half chuckled before taking a deep breath. “Well, Mrs. Barton, I think these two are yours.” He plucked the finer gold band and engagement ring from the box and grabbed your left hand, slipping the rings onto it with ease. His hands lingered on yours for only a beat, but it felt closer to an eternity. Your heart felt like it was going to explode by the time he pulled away. “Guess we’re getting that vacation after all.” He joked as he slipped his own ring onto his finger.

“Who knew getting hitched was all we needed to do.” You smiled back awkwardly as you twisted the ring around your finger. The two of you used to joke like this all the time, but now it only felt tense.

“As someone who has been on a honeymoon or two, it’s not always your first thought.” He said standing up with a stretch. “But there are worse ways to end up in Rio.” He paused for a moment before grabbing your shoulder and squeezing it. “I’m gonna go give Tasha hell for the ring. I’ll see you tomorrow, bright and early.” He said before finally leaving.

The ring weight heavy on your finger as you continued about your day preparing hor your mission. You fiddled with the ring mindlessly as you read over the file again, knowing full well Clint likely wouldn’t. Clint’s reaction played on repeat in your head as you read. Was the idea of this mission really so bad to him that he would request Natasha take your place? But then, he didn’t exactly seem happy with the thought of someone else taking his place instead.

“Awfully long face for someone who just got married to the love of their life.” You looked up at the teasing voice to see Natasha leaning against your desk wearing a sly smirk.

“God I wish I never told you that.” You groaned, leaning back into your seat.

“I knew way before you told me.” She retorted, “Thought you’d be excited to play the role of Mrs. Barton.” She teased again, clearly amused.

You groaned again, “That’s not… I don’t… It’s hard to be excited when Clint made it damn clear he wasn’t happy with the assignment.” You finally managed to say.

Natasha’s smirk fell and her eyebrows furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“The first thing Clint did was ask for you to go on the mission instead of me. I thought he had already gone to you to complain about it.” You assumed that’s what he was going to do at least, when he said he was going to give her hell.

“First time I’m hearing about this.” She said coolly, crossing her arms. “Of all the things for that idiot to say. He probably didn’t even realize how he sounded. I’ll go kick some sense into his ass.”

“Nat, don’t.” You begged, the last thing you wanted was for this to be made even more awkward, “It’s just a mission, it’s not like any of this is real. We’re friends. Just like always. It isn’t exactly no information to me that he isn’t interested. I just… didn’t think he would hate the idea that much.”

Natasha rubbed her face, shaking her head. “You are about as blind as Barton is deaf. I’m talking to him. At the very least you deserve an apology. The damn idiot wouldn’t know an opportunity if it punched him in the face.” She grumbled before storming off, ignoring your protests for her to stop.

You sighed, and slid down in your seat, your eyes catching the glint of your ring once again. You looked at it and twisted it around your finger, “This is shaping up to be an extremely long mission.”

[lady-lazaret]

A Token of Affection

For a prompt sent by @housesghastlymenhaunted It was fun changing it up a bit and writing in Maeve’s voice haha. (Don't ask me, I started this way, waaay back and forgot what the prompt was 😂) Canon divergence, Julian in the red market, book ix

The underground is like a maze, and considering the amount of people, it’s easy to get lost in.

I hold on tight to Julian’s hand as I focus on keeping my balance. Between the uneven stone floor and the endless crowd before us, it’s hard not to trip over the endless parade of feet, but I manage. If only because the last time I fell led to Julian getting stabbed. Not that he seemed to mind, but I’m not keen on it.

“You know, this is the third time we’ve passed by the stall selling the asphodels and moly,” I point out, drawing closer to his side.

“Nonsense, I know this place like the back of my hand. And trust me, I know it well. Do you know how much time I spend staring at the brand?”

“Have you not stopped to consider that maybe they’ve changed their layout a bit? When was the last time you were here?”

He drops his gaze, sheepish. “That’s true. The last time I was here, people still sought refuge from the plague. But I know there was a lady who sold memorabilia nearby, the real stuff. Stall has a red roof, gold bunting. Hard to miss.”

Hard to…? I look over to the booth with the asphodels and sigh. Red roof. Gold bunting. It sticks out like a sore thumb against the wear and tear of the rest of the Red Market. A young man tends to the flowers, shovel in one hand, watering can in the other. He seems to be alone; no lady to speak of.

Julian follows my gaze and realizes his mistake.

“You know, they might have changed their layout more than I thought. How do you feel about ducking into one of those passages?” he motions towards a shady alley, “God knows where it’ll get us, but it’s better than here.”

It’s not a bad idea, if not a bit questionable. That thinking’s got us in danger before, but we’re out of options. I nod and follow him into a shadowy space between stalls.

And on the other side, it smells like jasmines.

When I survey the space, I’m awed by how different it looks from the rest of the market. Though it still looks rather shady, it’s enough to make me loosen my hold on my satchel, though not on Julian’s hand. I take note of the stalls lined with various exotic ingredients, things that Asra frequently has to journey far to even get the barest bit of. Already, I feel the hole in my coinpurse. I could wander here for days, though it definitely does pose a bit of danger.

“Now this I’ve never seen,” comments Julian as he takes a tentative step forward, sweeping the place warily. I think it’s more beauty than danger, but it does pay to be more cautious.

“Definitely different from brine and leeches, huh?” I ask, taking a step towards a stall swathed in white silk, all manner of finery lining it.

“Definitely. But is it a good difference or a bad difference? All I see is witchcraft.”

I roll my eyes. “You were fine with witchcraft a second ago.”

“Maybe because you’ve enchanted me.”

“Sometimes I can’t tell if you say things for the sake of cheesiness or if you just happen to have something ready for every situation. It’s not even— whatever.”

“You’re like an adventure, you know? Impossible to get ready for, but something one goes with nonetheless.”

“Are you implying that you’re only just tolerating me?”

“I’m implying that I can’t resist you, Maeve.” He winks. Or blinks. I can’t really tell.

He trails behind me as I survey a stall filled with oddities. Vials of jewel-toned liquids and rare flower pulp call to me, the magic they give off making the air shimmer. Beside them sit candleholders glowing from the inside, their flames almost certainly undying. Their metalwork speaks of years and years of refinement, and the aura they give off is…

“Magic warmth, blessed with the comfort of your birthplace,” says the old lady tending to the stall. She has stitches over one eye and an owl on her shoulder.

I resist the draw of the candleholders. “My birthplace?” I look over to Julian who squeezes my shoulder. “Not very comforting.”

“Your memories aren’t quite fond? How about something to ward off your nightmares?” The woman brandishes a dream catcher in front of me, woven with spider silk and iridescent feathers. Its wooden frame gives off an aura older than the ground we stand on.

Subtly, Julian nudges me, jerking his chin towards vials of deep purple and inky black. Basilisk venom and tonic made from belladonna and hemlock crushed with stone made from a gorgon’s stare. Both help with eternal sleep. Some of the rarest, most potent poison. A shiver runs down my spine and we move along.

We pass stalls of golden fruit and silver wine, everything served on goblets and platters piled high with jewels. A lady tends one stall, a coral snake around her arm. In another, a boy wrestles playfully with a cheetah not quite grown.

They’re witches, I realize. Witches and magicians old and young, their familiars accompanying them to work. If we weren’t caught up in the investigation, I’d open a stall down here.

I change my mind when an overgrown Venus flytrap snaps at my satchel. I hold on tighter to Julian and run along.

It’s only after a bit of clueless wandering that we stop to take a breather. At this point, both of us know that there isn’t much to gain from this excursion, and so our pace is little more than a curious meander before it stops altogether.

He takes a look at the ceiling above us, every inch of it covered in enchanted lanterns. They’re so bright that it looks like daylight down here, even though neither of us are quite sure how long we’ve spent down here. But it’s certainly been long enough for me to get hungry.

Julian surprises me by taking my hand and lacing our fingers together.

“When all this is through, remind me to take you on a proper date.”

I raise an eyebrow. “I’ll pass if you take me down here again.”

“What’s not to like?” he laughs. “Hags with potent poisons, all manner of dangerous beasts… I’d wager that isn’t all that’s lurking about. How about it? We’ll eat some fruit, drink some wine, and stay trapped down here like some poor fairytale idiots.”

I roll my eyes. “How romantic.”

He shrugs. “Better than any old hole in the wall. I bet this place never runs out of adventure. What do you think it’ll be next time? A magical duel? Colosseum battle with some fanged horror? How about it, Maeve?”

“Goddamn. You had me at magical duel, Doctor.”

“It’s settled then. When all this is over, I want to see you flex your magic muscles.”

“That sounds ridiculous.”

“And attractive.” He winks. Or so I think he does.

When we resume our walk, there’s a bit more spring in his step, and in mine, admittedly. We keep our fingers entwined as we move through the crowds and the hawking vendors, each step another one in the wrong direction. The bit of worry in the back of my mind grows with each passing minute, though, because every moment we fail to find a lead is one closer to Julian’s hanging. The lightness in my chest gives way to dread.

I nearly tell him that he have to leave, but he abruptly stops in front of me and takes me to one of the stalls. When I turn to question him, I see that he looks radiant.

Before us is a glittering array of costumes. Sequined gowns and embroidered tailcoats line haphazard racks, and the middle of the stall is brimming with glittering accessories— hats woven with bits of silver and peacock feathers, earrings that twinkle with chunks of bismuth, and masks of various sizes that boast gold embroidery and swirls of luminescent paint. It’s one of those he holds up for me to see: an elegant piece made of cracked ivory with a gold full moon on the centre and a crescent flanking either side. Delicate silver whorls decorate it, turning blue and green when he moves it this way and that.

“This suits you, don’t you think?”

I blush, all worries abated, if only for a second. “I can’t believe you saw that and just… thought of me. It’s really pretty.”

“Quite like you, my dear. Allow me the honour of letting this grace your lovely face?”

Red to the tips of my ears, I brush my hair aside and let him secure it at the back of my neck. It’s quite heavy, but I feel the magic along its grooves.

“A lovely mask for a lovely lady,” says the shopkeeper, a little ferret peeking over their shoulder. They offer me a hand mirror, and I gleefully note that it suits me well. I kiss Julian on the cheek, standing on the tips of my toes.

The cracks in the ivory are filled with bits of crushed labradorite, channeling magic throughout the whole thing. It makes me feel calmer, a bit less apprehensive. And the effect is nothing short of breathtaking.

“Let me get it for you,” offers Julian, a smile on his face.

I touch the mask, the ivory cool against my fingers. “It looks like it costs a bit. It’s fine,” I say, making a mental note to come back for it when I start crying gemstones.

“More than that dumb brush? It’ll be my pleasure,” he says, already handing the shopkeep a bag of coins. Hopefully, it isn’t pirate gold this time.

“Thank you,” I say, sheepishly, once the mask is put in a box and wrapped with twine. “Next time we’re down here, let me get you something.”

He looks at the other items on display. “Matching masks for the Masquerade?”

“I honestly never thought I’d be into those matching couple things, but it’s a deal.”

“Get out of here, clear my name, and attend the Masquerade in matching outfits with the prettiest girl in Vesuvia? Sounds like a fine plan.”

As we walk arm in arm, I hear footsteps behind us and the unmistakable throaty croak.

“Those are the two imbeciles who stiffed me with pirate gold!” yells the Memory Dealer.

Julian and I exchange a look, and then we run as fast as we can, laughing all the way.

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What If? (Pt.3)

Title: What If? (Pt.3) Summary: You indulge yourself in a harmless passion, following a train of thought, but when Mikey catches a glimpse it may not be so harmless after all. Author: Velcr0Kitty Characters: Mikey x Reader Word Count: 1750 Warnings: Angst, fluff, body image… issues? I guess? Fighting Author’s Notes: IT kEePS GRoWING D: welcome to the final chapter. Take a fucking sip babes and strap in.

Part 1

Part 2

Mikey’s hands won’t stop trembling. Every ounce of curiosity and joy in his body had crystallized to a dull, chilling throb caught in his throat. At first Mikey thought the man might have been a friend of yours from before they took you in. He wondered when you had gone to see him, and be gone long enough to draw him. Then, slowly, the similarities trickled through him like ice water. Nothing big, just the pose and the smile. The clear love of 90’s fashion. This drawing in particular had confused him until he saw the title.

 What if? - Mikey

 It winded him. He was fully and truly confused. He couldn’t concentrate. All the focus he had was on the man on the page. His head grew cloudy and his heart jumped into his throat.

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Raph’s thunderous steps fade as you enter the room more and more. You cautiously approach the moody turtle. Mikey’s back has been fully turned to you as he leans on the wall. He crosses his arms and lets out a small childish huff, looking over his shoulder a little.

“Well?” he quietly spits. He waits a moment in the empty silence. The stool groans as he whips around to face you, his hurt and anger rising again. “Well?” The venom in his voice makes you flinch.

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A single long green finger ran over the man and Mikey felt himself reach that unmistakable lightheadedness that comes right before you cry. His chest twitched inwards as the first small sob escaped involuntarily. Ever since he was a kid he had been incredibly insecure about being a sentient freaking turtle and it was a soft spot for him and his brothers. All of them wish they were human every now and again, but Mikey had finally convinced himself that someone else- and most importantly he- could learn to love him as he is. After he and Y/N spoke for hours in deep and emotional conversation he found himself not being so hard on himself. When he sat down and had to either sit on the edge of the seat or almost lay down because of his bulky shell, instead of mentally cursing himself out for being so large he started cheering himself on cause that size is what took down Donnie the other day in training. When he sees himself in reflections he’s stopped quickly turning away, and instead studying it, testing expressions. He had hope. Every drop of self-doubt leaked back into his pores while he locked eyes with the man he wishes he was.

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At your flinch, Mikeys bravado cracks, just a little. As he looks at your small face and your quivering lip he realizes that you were legitimately frightened of him, even if only for a second. He was a monster. A frustrated growl escapes him. He runs his hands over his face then locks his fingers behind his head, turning away from you. You attempt to compose yourself. Mend the damage, lessen the blow.

“Mikey,” you start, unsure how to continue. “Mikey, I’m sorry.” He whips towards you, jaw set. Fire swirls in his eyes. “I didn’t mean anything by it, but I know it hurt you.” Guilt tangles with the fire. You start pacing and your hands twitch and move with your words. “Especially after what you told me, I never should've even thought that shit. I convinced myself it was a natural thought to have but that’s not fair to you.” Guilt wins. “I really really care about you and I’d never want to hurt you. Ever.” You start tearing up and your words flow faster and faster. “Mikey, you’re my best friend and I hate that I hurt you but I hope you can forgive me.” Faster still. “Idon’tknowwhatI’ddowithoutyou, please don’t hate me, M.”

You stop pacing and continue to ramble apologies, while beginning to cry. Any resentment Mikey harboured melted away. He thought you didn’t care about him, that you wanted him to change before you could care, but now that he rationally thought about it he knew that was ridiculous.

By this point you are actually blubbering. You hate hurting people and fucking up and confrontation and this is all three. Somewhere in your messy jumble of words you said you would leave him alone so you started to hobble away, aiming for the ice cream in the fridge. A large hand clamps onto your shoulder and spins you around. Mikey hugs you with everything he has while you slowly raise your arms to hug him back. He doesn’t hate me? Both of your minds are reeling. You sob into his chest, gripping him as hard as you can. One hand below your shoulder blades, the other on the back of your head, he shoves you deeper into his chest and rests his face on the top of your head. Mikey breathes you in deeply, his head swimming. Relief laced with shampoo and vanilla overwhelm him until he too is crying. You stay like this for a while.

Once you both stopped crying you awkwardly left saying you’d give him space. He didn’t want you to go, but he pulled himself together and watched you leave. He had crawled into bed and laid awake until Raph returned, climbing in above him. You skulked off to your room bumping into Donnie on the way, who gave you a quick sympathetic hug and went on his way. A hollow feeling crept over you. You put away the art supplies you had on your bed and rolled to the center pulling a blanket over yourself. A minute or two pass and there’s a knock on your door.

“Um, Y/N?” Donnie’s quiet voice carries through the room. You barely peek your head over the blanket to shoot him a look to see him juggling two tubs of ice cream, a bunch of pillows and a laptop. “I figured you could use some company.” He cautiously pads into the room. Quietly, you sit up. Donnie drops everything on the end of your bed and starts setting everything up, eventually settling in beside you. You both sat stiffly next to each other until you moved to cuddle into him. He wraps a comforting arm around you and gently kisses the top of your head and presses play on the movie. You were fine for a few minutes until the stress of the day hot you like a ton of bricks and you started to cry again. Crying sucks. I’ve never fucking cried so much. Donnie rubs your shoulder as you cry yourself to sleep.

It took a few days, but eventually everything between you and Mikey were back to normal. You two were on the couch surrounded by snacks, playing Mario kart and teasing each other. “No, no no nO NO! YOU BITCH” You side check Mikey while a string of curses fall out. A hearty laugh rolls out of him and you join him in giggling. Mikey kept a solid eye on you in his peripheral while you laugh. It makes him melt. You shine in the tv light and Mikey loses all regard for the game, instead watching you. Your eyes flick back and forth between the game and Mikey after noticing his character had gotten severely worse. “Dude, DUDE, you’re losing! MIKEY!”

The race results roll across the screen and you turn to look at him like he punched himself in the face. Concerned, confused, and a little giggly. “What the fuck was that?” He chuffed with a smirk and turned his gaze to his lap.

“Hey, Y/N?” His voice was small, making you pause.

“What up? Are you ok?” He chuckles and laughingly shakes his head.

“Yeah Angelcakes, I’m good.” His body stiffens and tenses as he mentally rehearses. “But uh… ok, Dollface, I gotta just do something real quick, ok?” Your eyebrows crease and your concern only grows.

“Uh, of course? Do what you gotta, man.” You study him for a few moments, waiting. He looks up at you, steels his nerve, and grabs your hand turning to face you. Your clueless self sits in confusion waiting. He looks like he’s in pain. Geez if he wanted some contact he only had to ask. You smile warmly, thinking you’ve figured it out and go to hug him. With miscommunication thicker than dense jungle, Mikey’s nerves slip away thinking you’ve taken initiative. You both close your eyes.

Oh. You think.

OH.

Warm. Your face flushes, feeling the heat of the fireworks in your mind. Mikey’s hand snakes to your side and gingerly rests on your waist shooting familiar electricity up his arm as he softly kisses you. You don’t move for a moment, stunned. Mikey’s mind raced thinking he had done something wrong until you slowly brought your free hand to cup his jaw. Your thumb rubs down his cheek and a finger traces patterns where his neck meets his head. Because of this, a small tremor runs through him and rest in his lap, leaving him warm and fuzzy. The large hand on yours tenderly tightens and you turn it upwards, lacing your fingers as best you can. An enchanting fire takes hold of both of you as the kiss deepens.and deepens until you both stop to breathe. Your mind catches up to your body and, after a second and some staggering breaths, your eyes pop open. Mikey’s eyes had opened immediately but his brain won’t catch him for weeks. Your gazes finally meet. His face splits into the most dazzling, soft, dopey, sweet smile you had ever seen that warms you deeply.

“Haaaaoooohk” Mikey mutters under his breath, his wide eyes looking stunned.

“Oh,” you sigh. A sweet moment in the silence then you both break into a laughing fit. In between giggles he slowly lifts your hand, only barely breaking eye contact, and presses it to his lips with a cheeky grin. You both quiet and continue holding hands for a minute.

“That’s gonna happen like waay more often right? Cause I want that to happen way more often.” You crack up again, just a bit.

“Um, duh.”

“Heh, ok. Good.” he states, with a trace of arrogance in his voice. “... Hey Y/N?”

“Mmm?”

“I’ve never seen someone draw before, could I-” he trails off for a moment, “-maybe watch you do it sometime?” He tries (and fails) to hide his excitement and anticipation. This is the cutest fucking thing.

“Of course.”

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