warnings: homelander (you get the gist..), violence
summary: Homelander's got a new sidekick, but even they aren't safe from his wrath
a/n: currently finishing daredevil because i wanna catch up with born again and i have an overwhelming urge to write about bullseye
To be adored. Within Vought's walls that was one of the most important things, because if the people didn't love you, nothing else mattered. Homelander was one of the people who knew this by heart, his ratings had tanked the most in The Seven. He was no longer the beloved American hero he claimed to be, instead he was a twisted version of the man he once was.
Ever since Starlight quit, and the Starlighters movement began he'd become more volatile, erratic. It didn't help he fired Stan Edgar, Homelander was falling from his spot at the top faster than anyone at Vought wanted to admitâbut he'd destroy the world before he'd let himself fall completely.
That is where Ashley came up with the idea: Give Homelander a sidekick. Someone who could improve his image without stealing his spotlight. And that was how you ended up on stage beside him, as well as every billboard in America. It was perfect, you were young enough to gain the approval of the audience that ended up drifting over to Starlight, and just charming enough to win over middle America.
On the outside it was perfect, 'Homelander training the next generation of Supes!', behind the cameras it was Hell on Earth.
"Did I tell you to say that?" Homelander's voice was steady, calm and practiced, but you could hear the deeper intent, the anger that was slowly bubbling. The elevator felt smaller than it had when you first entered.
"Iâ" you began, but the quick raise of Homelander's hand halted whatever excuse you'd planned to use. His hand curled into a fist. Slowly, he turned to face you fully.
The gaze seemed harmless at first, but the ways his eyes locked onto yours let you know the danger you were truly in. "Do you know why we brought you on board?" He asked, tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth in thought. "Actually, don't answer. I've dealt with enough incompetence from The Deep," just the mention of the man's name made you grimace.
"We got you, out of all the other little fucking supes that auditioned because you know your place," he took a step closer to you, waiting to see if you'd step back, a test of your trust in him. "Today you talked out of line, you don't speak unless I allow it," Homelander searched your face, his eyes holding no mercy for your stupid mistake.
"I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again," your eyes stayed locked onto Homelanders, knowing that even blinking at him wrong would end up with the janitors cleaning up your blood from within this elevator. It was silent for longer than you felt comfortable with, perhaps this was it?
Then he smiled, not the picture perfect Homelander smile you'd seen him perform for the camera's at every press event. No, this was different, it was almost fond.
Suddenly his hand grabbed at your face, cupping it roughly. From any other perspective it'd almost be cute, but this was Homelander. His fingers dug into your cheeks, there would definitely be red marks later on. "Oh kiddo," his voice was sweet now, condescendingly sweet. "You know, I can hear your heartbeat, its running like a little jackrabbit," he briefly paused letting out a mocking chuckle at the comparison, he squeezed just a little tighter.
Slowly he began to lower his head slightly, lifting yours in the process, practically forcing you onto your tippy toes. "I'll be better next time Homelander, I swear," you stammered out, not wanting everything you've accomplished to end in this moment.
"I know you will, I wouldn't have told Ashley to bring you on if I didn't think you wouldn't be the right fit," he stood there, holding your face like that until the sound of the elevator bell rang signaling the arrival of the floor. Finally, after what felt like an eternity he let go of you, not before giving your face a final squeeze. "Don't disappoint me," he gave his final twisted smile to you before leaving.
You stood alone in that elevator, hand reaching up to rub your reddening cheeks. The beginning of your end.
Iâm happy to see people so excited that I returned haha!! Iâm glad to be back really, I just wanted some time to focus on college but now Iâm back and will try to post a little more! So sorry for my long absence everyone
pairings: Bucky Barnes (Post Thunderbolts) x teen!reader
warnings: mentions of traumatic past, reader does NOT wanna go to therapy
summary: Bucky finally gets a moment to catch up with the kid and help them out of the dark spot they're in
a/n: sorry for disappearing, school is killing me, also does this count as a pt 2 to When You're Gone???đ€
Some days were harder than others. Waking up in a place that used to be occupied by those hero's who'd trained you for a life that you thought would yours.
No one else really understood it, the weight you felt you had to carry; The torch that was passed down to you from your predecessors. The rest of the group never brought it up, unknowingly letting it fester like an open wound. Because what could they do? Sometimes after a good mission Yelena would give you a brief sidelong hug, "You did good," she'd say, the affection in her tone small but there.
Today was different, you were quieter, mind elsewhere. The common area was lively, Alexei's voice loudly blabbering about his greatness to Bob who looked like he'd rather be elsewhere. Yelena shook her head while Ava and John looked uninterested.
Bucky wasn't paying attention to any of that though, his gaze was on you. The way your eyes weren't truly focused on anything, the expressionless face that spoke more than emotions could. He didn't spare a second thought before he got up, walking over to where you sat.
"Something on your mind?" Bucky asked, taking the empty seat to your right.
It took a moment for his presence to register. "Hm? Oh, no, nothing," the response was quick, like you hadn't even thought it over. Bucky just let out an airy chuckle, the kind that you could tell wasn't to make light of the situation. Instead it was an 'I get it'.
"You can say yes, even if you don't want to elaborate," Bucky was gentle with you, always was. You weren't sure if it was because you were young or because he knew you from your past life. The one spent in Avengers Compound, the one where you watched your entire team separate because of the Accords.
You let out a small sigh, giving him a brief look over. His face was tired, the same kind of tired you saw on old Steve's face after his lifetime with Peggy. He wasn't old like Steve was--at least not in the physical sense. "You look tired," you weakly mentioned, eyes dull.
He lightly chuckled, "You're changing the topic," his gaze flickering back over to the rest of the team.
"Hm, no I don't think so," your tone of light heartedness bringing out a subtle smirk from the usually stoic man. Bucky didn't push anymore, instead basking in the silence. After a minute or so a heavy breath could be heard from you, "I think I miss them," words quiet, and unprovoked.
He didn't need to ask who, but he knew that asking would help you finally open up, "The old team?" From him it sounded more like a statement rather than a question.
Your breath hitched at the mention of the old team, "Yea, them." You paused, head falling back against the soft couch cushions.
"It's ok to feel grief, even so long after," Bucky spoke calmly, his eyes trained on you.
You inhaled a sharp breath, no one ever took the time to sit down and talk to you about this topic, and like Hell you'd talk to a therapist about this. "Even when the world is depending on me?" You asked, glancing over at him.
Bucky gave you small nod, "Especially that," he said letting his metal arm rest against your forearm. "The world and it's people will continue to support you, but you have to support yourself first" his words catching you off guard.
In a way part of you wanted to refute, wanting to let yourself sink into the self pity that you'd found a sense of sick comfort in. Another part--one you thought you'd lost a long time ago told you to keep fighting.
"I hate how right you are," you said with a small chuckle, the first one you'd let out all day.
Bucky squeezed your arm a bit tighter, "I have a lot of experience with this sort of thing, I went to therapy with Sam once."
"What!-" You semi yelled, making Bucky smile at your energy.
Bucky knew you'd get better, and if he noticed you drowning again then he'd make it his mission to keep you afloat.
warnings: angst, betrayal, jason threatening to kill reader
summary: one of the few people jason thought he could trust breaks his heart in the worst possible way (@angstober day 3 prompt)
a/n: happy angstober, i am drabbling in the arts of hurt no comfort now. i am not gonna do every day of angstober i think i'd burn out so instead enjoy the select few days that are to come (posted on my ao3 as well)
Jason wasnât a very trusting man. If someone asked him how many people in his life heâd come to trust he would be able to count them all on one hand. That being said, you were one of the lucky few able to gain the hardened vigilanteâs trust.Â
He wasnât entirely sure when itâd happened, it just didâand maybe, just maybe, he wished it couldâve stayed like that. Jason knew a good chunk about you, but of course everyone had their secrets: thatâs what Gotham was about anyway, the bodies that even the innocent seemed to have hidden in their closets.Â
Jason laid lazily on your slightly worn out couch. A tired breath escaping his lips, his Red Hood helmet discarded on your coffee table. He lived for moments like this, moments of domesticity. It was some of the only peace he got in this life.Â
âHurry up! Movie isnât gonna wait for youâ He grunted out glancing behind him, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever treats you were frying for the both of you to munch on this movie night.Â
This was a little tradition, Friday movie nights at your place with whatever frozen fried food you would buy as groceries that week. A voice replied from the kitchen, âGive me five more minutes! I need to finish the sauce,â you replied, making Jason let out a groan of annoyance that held no real burn behind it.Â
Sitting up slightly Jason noticed the constant dinging coming from his phone, personally he didnât want to be bothered at the moment but curiosity got the better of him. âTaking a call,â the bigger man stood up, boots heavy against the hardwood floorâhe did tend to have a habit of keeping his shoes on.Â
Glancing out of the kitchen you watched as he entered your room (which he was no stranger to) as to answer whoever was bombarding him. A curt nod was all he received from you, not that he was really paying attention.Â
Jason closed the door behind him, heâd been in your room before so he knew it wasnât off limits. He also knew what was usually in your room. A small sigh brushed past his lips as he pulled out his phone.Â
Its contents only found a way to slightly aggravate Jason. Instead of some kind of Gotham emergency he was being bombarded by a group chat. An overly annoying one which he kept reminding himself to mute. He never would though, the two red headed participants of the chat entertained him more than heâd ever let on.Â
After a brief glance at the mess of a chat he was a part of Jason put his phone on silent. Shoving it with a tad more force than necessary back into his pocket.Â
âFoods ready!â Your voice rang throughout the apartment, muffled slightly by the closed door.Â
Jasonâs head faced the door, ready to go back to a seemingly uneventful night. âAlright,â he called out, hand reaching the knob.Â
But, before he was able to join you on the couch a glimpse of something green caught his eye. Tuckedâalmost hidden awayâin the darkest corner of your room.
Normally Jason wasnât one to probe when it came to you. He knew people had boundaries and he always tried to respect them, but this? This left him with an eerie feeling, one he hadnât felt in years.Â
As much as he wanted to leave it alone, go back to the couch and eat greasy food with a side of cheesy movies he couldnât. Slowly his body moved, almost as if holding some kind of fear for what he would discover.Â
Perhaps this was just his own paranoia, something heâd had problems with ever since he was younger and his mother sold him out to the Joker. Ultimately ending with his own demise, just to come back as a monster.Â
But the moment he picked up the item he wished it was paranoia, or maybe he fell asleep on the couch waiting for you to finish cooking. Yesâthat was itâa nightmare.Â
Pinching himself with his free hand, the one not holding a mask that belongs to one of the Jokers goons. He wasnât waking up, he wasnât imagining this.Â
The person heâd finally come around to trust was working for the man that killed him, tortured him, left him to die a slow and painful death alone. Jason felt his fist clenching, anger bubbling quicker than heâd ever thought possible.Â
The door slammed open, causing you to let out a small shriek, turning around with a raised brow and lopsided grin. âJeez Jay, careful with that door, place isnât cheap-â your breath hitched, eyes darting between him and the mask you thought youâd hidden behind your dresser. Â
âOf course itâs you,â he scoffed, voice rough, but if you listened closely enough you could hear the pain he tried to hide, âcare to explain this?â Jason tossed the mask at you, watching as you caught it quickly. Hands trembling so slightly.
You opened your mouth to speak, to explain but Jason wasnât having it. He was starting to regret leaving his gear lying along your coffee table. Instead he walkedâsteps filled with purposeâtowards his bearings.
âI can explain!â You stood, moving too quickly for Jasonâs liking. Â
Jason quickly took the safety off his gun, aiming it at you. There was no longer a man youâd come to grow fond of, and you were no longer a person heâd grow to trust. Now it was just the Red Hood and a low life Joker thug.
His gun clicked, âMove and Iâll blow your fucking brains outâ his words held meaning, passion, hate. Slowly you raised your hands, wanting to let him know the truth, but would that even matter anymore?
There was a small shake in your body, âI didnât have the money, Jayâ you confessed.Â
âDonât. Donât you dare call me that,â slowly he put on his helmet, gun still aimed between your eyes. To Jason, everyone has a choice, and right now youâd picked the worst one. âYou didnât have to do it and you know itâ his voice was like venom with each word he uttered.
Your eyes were filled with shame because you knew he was right, deep down. âI wasnât going to be able to afford living anymore Jay- Red Hood,â correcting yourself because you knew he would have another outburst if you spoke his name again.Â
His mask hid his expression and for that he was grateful, âYou couldâve,â he jerked his head slightly, his emotions almost getting the better of him, âyou couldâve asked me for help!â His voice modulator masking the crack that escaped his throat.Â
And while it was true, Jason wouldâve helped you, you were so desperate and easy to manipulate in a time of need.Â
âI wasnât thinking, they offered me enough to-â Jason didnât let you finish, pushing the barrel of his gun against your temple.Â
His voice was rough, like nails on a chalk board, âNext time I see you in that mask I wonât hesitate to kill you.âÂ
You froze, because he was serious. Any and all respect he had for you was gone, he didnât care that you needed the money, or that you were grabbed in a time of need. All he saw was another Gothamite criminal that would soon be dealt with.Â
Without another word he left, exiting through the fire escape. Leaving you standing there, realizing you betrayed the trust of the only man who wouldâve burned the world for you.
Ok but genuinely why is everyone getting back on the void runners fan trainđ honestly that series has been at the back of my mind, I felt really unmotivated to finish it due to lack of traction, I felt it wasnât good enough. Seeing as a few people have sent requests about it Iâll add it to my list of things to finish. I canât promise itâll be soon but Iâll totally try to get it out sometime
Okay okay look, RESPECTFULLY!!!!, I'm gonna need you to continue Bloodied Roses okay, it was Too Good, Too Much Potential to just be a oneshot and florist!reader isn't done nearly enough look, okay, pls I BEG I'm on my hands and knees it was beautiful
Okay that was much. But seriously, Bloodied Roses was lovely and I would absolutely love to see some kind of continuation if you feel so inclined. And just a thought but, I feel like reader being a florist could set them up really well to be caught in some Poison Ivy crisis maybe... đ
Anyway thank you for sharing your stories with us, I hope you have a lovely day!!! đ
If you insistttttđ€ but yes Iâve gotten a few comments asking for some type of continuation and I would totally be down to make some kind of part two and this idea is so smart. Iâll be working on it soon have a wonderful day đ«¶
summary: Londonâs own John Constantine takes on an apprentice, who he promised to teach a few spells
a/n: late night drabble I did because I donât see enough of my beautiful king constatine on heređ⊠not proof read at ALL this was made after I did 5 assignments for my classes
John let out a rough exhale of smoke, it curved in the air as he leaned his head back, eyes closing. A smoke was just what he needed, it was definitely killing him sure, but heâd just find another way to cheat death, he always did.
âSo, are you done yet?â There you were, standing in front of John, arms crossed with an impatient expression. Like you just couldnât stand still for one moment.
John let out an annoyed sigh, dropping the cigarette to the ground, and stomping it out beneath the heel of his brown Oxfords. âListen âere kid, when I tell ya to stay inside, I mean it.â John was tired, if you couldnât already tell from the growing bags under his eyes. Recently heâd taken on an apprentice, and he was starting to regret it.
You gave him a weird look, a mixture of confusion and slight annoyance. âYou said youâd teach me something.â You reminded him with a slight head tilt. John mumbled some incoherent words of nonsense under his breath. The only reason you didnât understand it was because of his thick Liverpool accent making it harder to catch whatever things he was practically whispering.
Although you did manage to hear the words âstubborn bratâ, making you roll your eyes, because if anything he was actually like the stubborn brat. A huff of annoyance left the man before he begrudgingly nodded.
John wants to have another smoke, but itâs bad practice to have a cigarette in front of a kid. Even though you technically werenât one, in his eyes you were, and unfortunately he did care a little. Heâll never let you know that though.
âFine,âHe clicked his tongue, pushing himself off of the wall heâd been leaning against, âone spell and youâll drop it for the rest âa the week.â He knows you wonât, youâll ask again, itâs in your nature. Worst of all, heâll agree again, he canât let his apprentice be disappointed can he?
He sees the way your eyes light up at his proposal, John scoffs. Not as annoyed now though, itâs light hearted, almost peaceful. You watch as John begins to walk off, most likely to take you somewhere thatâs safer for you to learn.
âWell câmon, we ainât got all day.â He puts a hand to your head, giving you a light pat. John will smoke later, but for now heâll entertain his little apprentice. Just for a bit at least.
summary: Jason Todd finds stops by his favorite cafe, book in hand and one thing in mind. Land a date with the barista whoâd caught his eye.
a/n: ive recently finished playing chapter 3 and 4 of deltarune (was able to kill the titan third try aha), i want to drop a new deltarune story since i hardly see any :p. Anyway this story is cross posted on my ao3 !
The corner booth was dimly lit, secluded, and hidden from view. That's what made it Jason's favorite place in the cozy cafe. That and the fact that you worked there.
Jason wasn't an active man, in the sense of the dating scene. In fact, he didn't have the time for it. The man was often preoccupied with his work as Red Hood, killing dirty crooks-although he has slowed down on the killing, mostly after he saw you. Now, he's trying to be a 'better man,' one might say. He wouldn't say that though, actually, if you were to ask him how he felt about you, he'd deny all and any feelings.
So there Jason sat, a black coffee on his right, and his novel on the left.
"The Art of War?" Jason was startled by the voice beside him, usually he was more on guard. He'd let this thoughts consume him recently. Looking up Jason saw you standing there, a small tray held between your palms balancing two coffees and a pastry that the cafe offered.
His throat felt dry before he swallowed, "Yea, Sun Tzu," he replied, closing the book, index finger stopping him from losing the page. "It's my third time rereading it."
You faintly smiled at his admission, "I've noticed, this is the second time I've seen you restarting that book," you let out a small chuckle, adjusting your hold on the tray, "Maybe I should check it out sometime?"
Jason wasn't sure what was happening, although he definitely didn't mind it, "Yea, it's a good past time read." He hummed, offering you a small nod.
Looking around the cafe you could see a few customers that were still in need of their orders. You turned your gaze back on Jason, "Hey I get off in like 30 minutes, if you don't mind sticking around maybe you could tell me what the book's about?" Jason was shocked, he never thought in a million years that you of all people would actually talk to him. He was self-conscious, it wasn't an understatement, he had scars that littered his body. They made him feel lesser, unlikable even.
"Yea, I can wait." He spoke, fiddling with the edge of his book.
Your smile grew at his words, "Great! I need to finish up but I'll be right back." You didn't even give Jason the chance to respond, instead turning around quickly dropping off the orders at their respective tables before getting back to work.
He watched you for a moment longer before turning his head forward again. Glancing at his reflection in the black coffee, he was still stunned.
Jason could not wait for these 30 minutes to pass by. His mind was being gnawed at by the fact you'd asked him to wait for you.
The ticking of the clock within the cafe was almost taunting him, each movement felt slower then the next. Jason felt himself rehearsing what he'd say (as dumb as that may have been). This was his chance and like hell he'd mess it up.
By the time the 30 minutes had passed Jason was able to make a whole speech, mostly a nerdy rant about how 'The Art of War' was a literary masterpiece, the premises wasn't actually about war, instead it was about knowing how to fight without direct contact. Like phycological warfare and strategic thinking. Something Jason was actively trying to incorporate into his vigilante life as Red Hood.
Unfortunately the moment you sat down across from him, everything he had previously thought about was thrown out the window. Your work apron was neatly tucked into your bag, now you adorned your usual after work outfit.
"So," You happily chirped, leaning your head against the palm of your hand, "tell me, what's so good about that book that makes you want to reread it three times."
Jason, as tense as he was from the situation, couldn't help the small chuckle that escape his throat. He could see the smile you were trying to hide, it made him melt even more.
Oh, he was smitten.
"It takes a bit to explain, plus I'm not one for spoiling the plot." He hummed, leaning back into the booth. Jason crossed his arms over his broad chest, head thrown back a bit in a comfortable position. Then an idea popped into his head, "If you're really curious why don't you borrow my book, you can give it a quick read," he paused, trying to gauge your reaction to the offer before continuing, "if it isn't something you find interesting you can give it back, but if you like it then read it all. After we can discuss it over a coffee." This was the most confident he'd been in a while but hey, if pretty barista crush was talking to him- sitting across from him, so dammit if he wasn't going to take this chance.
It seemed to work because before Jason could feel regret for his words you'd began to slowly nod, your smile growing wider. "Sounds good."
Jason let out a small grunt of approval at your words, 'Sounds good,' you just agreed to a date (Was it even a date? He'd have to check back in on that later) with him. With that Jason slid the book across the table, letting it rest in front of you. Picking it up, you carefully skimmed some pages, trying not to bend any of the pages or the spine of the book.
"It looks interesting, I'll start it tonight." Looking up at him made you breath hitch slightly, his eyes were piercing into you. You could almost feel yourself getting lost in them.
You wanted to say something else but he was making it hard to, frankly though, you didn't mind. They were mesmerizing.
Jason didn't notice the way he'd stopped you in your tracks, because he was thinking about you'd stopped him. He couldn't think straight, he stared at you.
Perfect, he didn't use that word lightly, because to him, everything and anything in Gotham was rough, cold, and devoid of life. Everything but you. You were bright and he was starstruck. He couldn't believe you were really sitting here across from him, his book delicately held in your hand.
"If you want," he started, snapping your attention back, "we could meet up during the week, where ever is most convenient for you, and read together."
The pitter patter of the evening Gotham rain began to smack against the glass window beside you, but the gloomy weather could not be a farther image of what you were currently feeling like. "Yea, I'd really like that." Noticing how late it was getting, you knew you'd need to get home soon, before the rain turned into a downpour. "I need to go, but, uh," you looked around the table before grabbing a napkin from the dispenser beside you both, and quickly jotting down your number on it. Sliding it across the table and handing it to him.
"Here!" You nodded, urging him to take it, which he did not hesitate to do. "So we can plan what days to go out and in case you wanted to just call."
Jason looked at your number, memorizing each part of it because he would not let his opportunity pass him by, "It's a date then." The word slipped by his tongue before he had the chance to think it through. He quickly looked up, trying to see how you'd react. Instead of a sour look he was greeted by a hardly concealed smile.
"Yea, it is." You agreed. Looking out the window, the rain had gotten heavier, "I should go before the downpour gets worse." Quickly gathering your stuff, you stood, regretting your decision of not bringing a jacket to work today.
Before you were able to leave Jason stopped you, "Hey," he began to take off his jacket, it was a nice brown leather jacket, it looked a bit worn out but none the less very comfortable. "here, so you don't get too wet." His hand was out stretched, offering you the crisp leather.
"What about you?" Taking his jacket in this weather felt wrong. but Jason looked sure in his decision.
"Don't worry, I'm more worried about you." He held it out a bit more to you, urging you to put it on. Taking a minute you looked between him and the jacket, he opened his mouth once more, "Plus, this ensures that I'll text you, since we'll need to meet up again for you to give me my jacket later on." Jason truly did have an excuse for everything he did.
A small chuckled escaped your lips before you grabbed the jacket, putting it on over your afterwork outfit. "I'll hold you to that." You smirked, giving him a small wave and quickly exiting the cafe, disappearing into the Gotham evening. Now adorning Jason's jacket as well as his book.
Carefully, Jason tucked your number into his pocket. He wasn't just going to text you later he was also planning on putting on his Red Hood attire to ensure you made it home safely tonight. Not in a stalker way- kinda.
He got up as well, exiting the cafe, rain hitting his face as he walked into a nearby alley. His night was just starting, Red Hood never rested, but tonight he'd feel a little lighter.
warnings: bittersweet, hurt/no comfort, very quick mention of drug addiction, heavy angst
summary: Jason Todd finds a cute florist whom he can't have because he's rough, calloused and doesn't believe he can be loved in such a delicate way
a/n: this is cross-posted from my ao3 !! jason todd nation how we feeling!? someone give this poor boy some love. also i picked up invincible again so possible new fandom to add to the fandom list?
Jason shifted awkwardly in the middle of the shop. He stood out like a sore thumb, he knew he didn't belong here. Then again, he didn't care.Â
If you asked him about flowers, he'd scoff, saying he doesn't care for that sort of thing. But now, as he stands before you, the flower behind your ear, he'd say they were the second most beautiful thing his eyes have ever seen. Second because only you could take first. He didn't know when he became so smitten. Maybe it was when he was patrolling, adorning his Red Hood helmet, he was hidden on a rooftop, only passing by, trying to get across Gotham to the docks. In hopes of stopping a drug deal that was said to happen that night.Â
As he jumped across the roof, his peripherals caught the sight of you. For a second he almost lost his footing, you looked like an angel. The moonlight casted a glow against your back, as the light of the shop illuminated you.Â
For a moment, it felt like time had stopped, but then Jason remembered it didn't, because time never stops in Gotham. So, he pushed the image of you aside and continued his journey to the docks. And as he fought, as he fist, his boots, his clothes, got bloodied, his mind swirled. It swirled, because for the first time in years, Jason could feel the way his heart got lighter.Â
That's why he stood here now -after about thirty minutes of walking past your shop because he was scared of messing this up- he stood in front of you, careful not to touch the flowers, or even get too close; because they're too important for him to taint with his dirty hands.Â
"So, anything in particular you're looking for?" You asked him, a small smile on your face. Jason could almost melt, he saw the way your hands moved to delicately touch the stem of one of the many flowers on the counter.Â
He cleared his throat, he stood straight, he looked so intimidating compared to you, he was tall, built, and almost nervous. Almost.Â
His eyes scanned yours, "Just something for my brother," he lied through his teeth. He wasn't planning on giving anything to Dick, but he couldn't outright tell you that the only reason he entered this shop was to be close to you.Â
A small hum of acknowledgement escaped your lips, "Do you know if he has a favorite flower, or color?"
"Blue."Â
Jason regretted the words as soon as they left his lips, his tone was rough. But he knew it was the nerves, even if he'd never admit to it.Â
"He likes blue," Jason quickly corrected himself, his words coming out softer. God, he could feel the way his shoulders relaxed as you smiled at him. Honestly, Jason wasn't even sure Dick's favorite color was blue, he just assumed it was because of his costume being black and blue. But then again, he wasn't ever going to give Dick the flowers, that was the thing, Jason was lying.
He didn't exactly need to lie, but it felt nice. In here, he didn't have to let you know about his life, what he does, or who he is. No, in here, he is Jason Todd, a normal citizen buying some flowers for his brother's birthday. That's all.Â
You quickly walked to the side, picking up a small vase, it was cute, you were cute. He watched as you grabbed a pair pruning shears, carefully cutting the stems of some poppies, hydrangeas, breaded iris, and lastly a batch of baby's breath. His eyes never leaving you, like he was memorizing each movement.
Carefully, you laid the flowers on the counter in front of you. For a moment, your gaze met his and he could feel the way his cheeks burned. He looked down, instead getting an idea of the kind of flowers you were gathering.Â
You couldn't help but smile at his nervous demeanor, "Do you buy flowers often?" You asked him, looking back down at the flowers, gently moving the vase, making room as you grabbed the floral foam to coat the bottom. A way of ensuring the flowers would last longer.Â
Jason's eyes snapped up again at your words, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he watched you work, "No," he paused, studying you. "I've never bought flowers before." He calmly stated.Â
He never had a reason, a person, to buy flowers for. As a child, he didn't have the money to waste on something like flowers, they were too expensive and his mother would always prefer to use their extra cash on drugs. Quickly he pushed those thoughts aside, because he didn't want to think of something so bitter, when you were right there.Â
At his statement, you nodded slightly, "Well, I hope these meet your expectations." You chuckled lightly, hands now moving to place each flower in the vase individually.Â
The sound of your laugh was sweet, Jason felt himself resisting the urge to melt at it. He felt his lips twitch upwards at your words, "They already do,"
He watched as your head tilted up to look at him, and this time, he didn't avoid your gaze. He held it, he didn't regret that choice. Your eyes were perfect, you were perfect. And here he was, anything but. Â
This time, you were the one who broke eye contact. Looking back down as you carefully placed each flower in a specific area. Your eyes softened for a moment, unsure what it was about the man before you, but you couldn't help the way your chest got warm as he spoke.Â
You got a ribbon from under the counter, it was white, and you handled it with care. That was something Jason couldn't help but notice; everything you did, it was always gentle, from the way you cut the flowers, almost like you felt sorry, to the way you moved items around. It was another reason he deemed you too good for him. Jason was not gentle, he was rough, and worst of all broken.Â
He watched the way you tied the ribbon around the flowers, bringing them all together.Â
Dusting your hands on your apron, you looked back at him, "What do you think?"Â
"Perfect," He spoke softly, but he wasn't looking at the flowers. His eyes were only on you. They would always be on you, "How much do I owe you?" He took out his wallet.
Frankly, he didn't care about the price, he had money to spare. That was never a problem for him. As you told him the amount, he pulled out almost two times what you said, handing you the cash.
"This is too much," You counted the money in your hand.Â
Jason shrugged, "Keep it, consider it a thanks," A thank you for being able to silence the never ending voices that would ring in his head, even if he'd never openly tell you that.Â
You wanted to interrupt, tell him this was too much of a thanks but Jason silenced you, "Seriously, thank you." He smiled, not a small twitch of the lips, or some type of quick thing. He smiled, only for you.Â
A small huff left your lips, you couldn't help but shake your head at his strange antics, putting the money in the register. Slowly the receipt printed, and before you handed it to him, you scribbled something on the back.Â
"Thanks," You held the paper out to him, "for stopping by."Â
Jason took the flower filled vase and receipt from your hands, giving you a small nod as he muttered a goodbye. Not looking back.Â
"Hey," You called out, Jason paused for a moment, "What's your name?" You asked him, your elbow on the counter, your head in your hand.Â
"Jason," He spoke, and if you listened closely enough, you'd hear the sadness in his voice.Â
You hummed, telling him your name as well. Slowly, he began to walk away again.
The bell of the shop rang once, signaling his departure. He held the flowers close to his chest. His hands were calloused, a showing of his dangerous life. A life he realized, no matter how selfish he wanted to be, he could not drag you into. His other hand held the receipt, he turned it over to see what you wrote, 'Nice meeting you :)'Â
Jason felt the way his chest tightened, and he saw the numbers below it. Your number. He read the first three before he stopped himself. He couldn't drag you down with him. So instead of finishing reading your number, which he knew he'd memorize if he continued to read. He crumpled the paper beneath his hand. Tossing it into a nearby dumpster.Â
He went home that night, flowers beside his bed. The one thing he promised himself to take care of, something that he'd watch grow and blossom. Unlike the love he refused to let himself feel because he cared about the cute florist who deserved better than someone who's hand's bloodied the flowers of the flower shop.
warnings: major spoilers, reader has powers, reader has a form of ptsd from the events of endgame, slighttt survivors guilt, mentions of suicide/committing (in the void), angst but it turns into found family, honestly pretty long fic (3k+ words)
summary: being the youngest ex-avenger was weird, it's even weirder being grouped up with a bunch of misfits to save new york and take down the director of the cia
a/n: just watched thunderbolts and gawdddd, because the timeline in the mcu no longer matches our timeline, i imagine reader is in their late teens, early 20's, but no age is mentioned, so go wild. this is a very heavy topic to write and i'm not taking it lightly, the only mention of any type of self harm is when reader is in the void so please take that into account, love you all (this is cross posted on my ao3, Maaaak95, my only acc ty)
New York was never peaceful, maybe that's why it was called the city that never sleeps.
Leaving New York was something you'd considered for a while, it was crime ridden, constantly under attack by aliens, in need of every hero it could get. That's actually why you chose to stay.
Somewhere in that brain of yours, it was engraved, by Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, everyone you'd once fought with to save the world. It was engraved in you, that if you had the means, you had to fight, because who will protect the little guy?
So, there you stayed, but moments like this made you, slightly, regret your choice.
"How did you even get this number?!" Your expression was exasperated, to say the least. Bucky Barnes- pardon, Congressman, Bucky Barnes, was on the other end of the line.
Somehow he'd gotten your number, most likely from Sam at some point, and was telling you to suit up.
As if you haven't already been suited up daily, protecting New York from minor threats. Which was strange, considering only four years ago, you'd gone against Thanos.
It was weird, going from fighting against a God-like being, to stopping a petty thief from holding a gun against your favorite corner store clerk.
A grumble came from the other end of the phone, Bucky sounded tired, then again he always sounded tired, at least you assumed so from the brief meetings the two of you have had.
"Doesn't matter, listen," He paused, you swore you could hear some weird chattering in the back, "I'm going to be in New York in a few hours, be ready to fight."
"You?"
"No," That was disappointing, it would've been fun to fight him.
"Aw."
"Don't 'aw' me, this is serious, I know you patrol the area. I need, help, with a problem." He slightly hesitated when he asked for help. Bucky was a capable man, that much you knew, if he needed help then this must've been important.
You let out a small sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, "Okay.. just text me when you arrive, I'll be ready."
With that you hung up, quickly changing the new number that was in your phone to 'Bucky Barnes'. Welp, now you had the number of another person from your unpleasant past.
It wasn't that you hated being an Avenger, hell, you technically never became one. You were just destined to become one. But that day never came.
Gifted, blessed, abnormal, savior. Words needlessly passed around during your childhood, all because of the strange power you possessed. A form of light manipulation. It wasn't overpowered, it was cool though.
Being able to create forms of light, alter it, change the trajectory, even make beams that harnessed the heat of the light. Something better than nothing, something that caught the eye of the infamous Tony Stark.
You never exactly got time to bond with them all, well, you were a kid when you accidentally demonstrated your powers in a public setting. The ol' parents weren't fond of that, so when Tony decided to help, seeing you as a future Avenger, they didn't pass up the opportunity to essentially hand you off.
You trained a bit, met some cool people, had a family for a short while, then they split, then they lost half the population, brought it back, half died, half survived. And for a while, you were alone again.
Some of the remaining Avengers checked in, hardly, but maybe it was the effort that counted?
An hour or so had passed before you got your next text, Bucky was finally in the city. He asked you to meet him by.. the old Avengers tower? You lived there only for a brief time. Hardly a few months, because after what happened between Stark and Rogers, Tony couldn't bear to continue to keep the tower.
You don't remember it very well, you were young and still getting used to being trained by hero's.
Shaking your head, you left, making the quick trip to the old tower.
There seemed to be soldiers inside, so you waited. Not for long of course, when suddenly a truck crashed right through the doors of the building.
Pushing yourself off the wall you quickly entered, seeing the man of the hour himself.
"Bucky?" Your voice cut through the commotion, the older man turned. His body now facing you.
He gave a curt nod, "Hey there, kid, no time no see."
You couldn't help but let out a snort at his words, even if you were never close to him, God it felt good to talk to someone with some kind of connection to who you used to be.
"Time hasn't been kind to you, Barnes, you look tired,"
He smirked, through all the stress it was nice to see the kid he once fought next to, grown, still seemingly protecting the people. Before he could respond a voice cut through the speaker of the lobby, a woman who you didn't know spoke.
Something about her having left the door unlocked for them. Whatever, the doors were broken now anyway.
With that, the group headed to the elevator, Bucky ushered everyone in.
You stepped in, looking at the group.
The elevator started its awkward ascent, "Hello there," A woman with a Russian accent spoke, "You must be the person Barnes was calling earlier." She stated, looking you up and down.
"Oh yea, that was me." You gave a small nod, leaning against the railing, offering your name.
"Ahh," The Russian woman said with a nod, "Yelena," She pointed to herself, then the man next to Bucky, "John Walker, Ava Starr, Alexei."
Just as she finished, Alexei interrupted, "You are quite young!" It sounded more like a statement than a question, "Why does the Soldier bring you along, little one?"
"He's not wrong, you look pretty young." Ava chimes before you can answer.
You sigh, not really wanting to divulge into the details, "I'm someone from his past,"
"That's not vague at all," John rolls his eyes, gripping his shield tightly.
Bucky gives him a small glare, you're unsure if it's on your behalf or there is some unsolved beef between the two, "It's almost like that was the idea!" You said with a sarcastic tone, "I'm just someone with certain capabilities, let's leave it there."
"Ah ah! Now I remember where I've heard of you!" Yelena smiles, not a real smile, more of a know it all grin, "You were one of those heroes who fought against Thanos, no?" She asks, causing everyone else to look either at Bucky or you.
You internally groaned at that, "Yea.. yea I fought against Thanos." Geez, was it just you or was this the longest elevator ride you've ever been on. Curse Tony for making his old building so tall.
"We both did, she's an old friend, and she's here to help, so don't antagonize her." Bucky told everyone, but it looked like he was looking mostly at Alexei and John.
Of course, Alexei didn't pay attention to Bucky, instead he put a hand on his belly while he laughed. He kinda looked like Santa, in a weird Russian way.
"Yes!" He pumped his fist into the air, "Now, we are a real team! The Thunderbolts will be unstoppable!" He exclaimed proudly, Yelena lowered her face into her hands in slight embarrassment.
"Oh my god, do not get started on this again."
You raised a confused brow, "What's the Thunderbolts?" You asked.
"Yelena's old soccer team! The West Chesapeake Bay Thunderbolts!"
Yelena just groaned loudly, "Okay, dad, we get it."
A small chuckle escaped your lips, it was nice, the dynamic at least. You'd been alone ever since the events with Thanos ended, so being able to be part of a team, even if for a fleeting moment was, homey.
All moments end though, and this one would end sooner than later, because once those elevator doors opened, everything became a quick blur.
It all went wrong pretty quick.
There was a moment that Yelena paused, as a man named Bob, -well apparently Sentry- descended the staircase. He had blonde hair and a strange yellow suit.
Ava commented on his hair, and he seemed more self aware after that. In the blink of an eye, everyone attacked. Or, at least tried.
He was so strong, for a moment you felt scared. Not because of the fact this guy could probably kill you with a flick of the wrist, but because he reminded you of that damn purple giant, the one who took away the future you could've had.
It felt like Thanos all over again, as dumb as it sounded. You saw Tony's body, you remember hearing what happened to Nat, remember the feeling of standing there as Steve explained on that bench that he lived a full life in the past.
You couldn't hesitate though, quickly using your powers to try and blind Sentry giving Bucky an opening to attack.
It was pointless.
He made quick work of you six, tossing you aside like a rag doll. Not even your powers, which were the only thing you had left worked. No matter how many beams you used, the deflected, in fact, they hit you. Pushing you back against the wall.
You spit out some blood, trying to get up, but Ava put her hand on your shoulder, shaking her head.
Both of you looked at the rest of the group, each one beaten and bruised. John's shield was bent in half, this guy means business.
Bucky was the last one standing, he tried to land a punch but Sentry discarded him with ease. He ripped off his arm, knocking him out with it and tossing, along with Bucky next to you.
Your eyes widened as Ava grabbed your shoulder, along with Bucky's arm, pulling you with her towards the elevator.
Alexei and John quickly grabbed Bucky, Yelena scurried up as well, joining you and everyone else.
The ride down was tense, your breathing felt heavy, your hands clutched to your chest. You've dealt with terrible things, maybe worse? You couldn't tell at the moment, it all felt like it was crashing down on you.
Turning to the side, you saw everyone else. Everyone was utterly defeated, John was trying to fix his shield. Alexei was quiet, for once. Ava still had a small reassuring hand on your shoulder. Yelena stared at the elevator door and Bucky was leaning against the wall with the assistance of Yelena.
There was a clear contrast from how you entered to how you left.
The elevator, that was filled with noise no longer than ten minutes ago, was now eerily still.
The ding let everyone know they'd reached the bottom, slowly making their way to the front of the building.
Ava finally let go of your shoulder, handing Bucky his arm.
There was talking but you weren't listening, the last time you felt defeated, a stupid purple man with a gauntlet had blipped half the universe away.
This wasn't the same, that was something you had to remind yourself of. You were not going to lose anyone else anymore. No, no, this was a corrupt CIA director using a man as a human experiment. Not the end of the world.
The feeling of someone's hand tapping your arm snapped you out of your daze.
Glancing towards the person, you saw Bucky, his arms crossed over his chest, a brow raised, "Kid, you okay?" Bucky was no idiot, he knew the signs of PTSD, the fear, anxiety. It was so plainly rolling off of you in waves.
You wanted to run away, scream, go back to that warm place you called home. But home wasn't a place, it was a fleeting memory. One that grew more blurred as the days passed by.
When you first met the Avengers, Tony brought you in, showed you around, then you met them all. Tony told you to 'put on a lightshow', honestly, it was stupid. A lightshow? Really? But you listened, because you were a kid who didn't know better.
It was a fun first day, you felt like you belonged somewhere.
"No," You shook your head as you responded to Bucky. He didn't push though, he could see in your eyes.
Instead he offered you a nod, patting your shoulder, "Okay." Bucky didn't know how to comfort people, at least not anymore. Maybe before the war, before his Winter Soldier days.
It was enough though, even if for a moment. He opened his mouth to speak, when suddenly you both noticed the way everyone had paused, looking up at the sky.
A shadowy figure floated above New York, you saw the helicopters closing in on it. But they began to spiral out of control, crashing into nearby buildings, causing debris to fall.
Neither Bucky, nor you wasted time, jumping into action. And it seemed you two weren't the only ones thinking that you saw them. The rest of the Thunderbolts jumped into action, helping protect people.
You saw a father running with his son in his arms, when a piece of cement made its way down, it was going to kill them.
Quickly you ran, raising your arms. Hands trained on the failing debris, a faint glow emitted, when suddenly it blasted, hitting the cemented building. It shattered, only smaller rubble fell, the bigger chunks luckily pushed to the side.
The man didn't stop running, but you could hear his grateful sobs as he held his son tightly against his chest.
You returned to the group, making sure everything was okay, when suddenly everyone clapped. Alexei looked ecstatic at that, his grin was proud.
It fell pretty quickly, as he saw a little girl standing right below another piece of the falling building, he rushed over to her. Using his body as a shield he saved the girls life.
At least he thought he did.
The girl became a shadow before your eyes. New York wasn't saved yet, as quickly as it became a rescue mission, it turned into an evacuation order.
You all ushered everyone inside nearby buildings, everyone but Yelena. Who stood before the void.
No one noticed before it was too late. Alexei yelled, both Bucky and John held him back. It wasn't two men holding back a Russian super soldier, no, it was two super soldiers holding back a father.
God, it was hard to watch, the remaining group rushed into an alleyway.
Ava proposed the idea of entering the void, to you, it sounded like a death wish. No one knew what was on the other side.
Actually, that was a lie.
Apparently John Walker knew. Of course he knew, he mentioned what happened when he first met Bob, the interaction that happened when he grabbed his hand.
It gave a vague idea that the void was a place where you relived your worst memories.
And if you wanted to save Yelena, and Bob. Then, dammit, you'd have to.
You all looked at each other, nodding, ready to let the void take you all.
Bucky gave you a quick glance, his expression held guilt, in the midst of trying to take down Valentina, he'd forgotten that he'd dragged you into this mess. To him, you were just a kid, no matter how old you were.
A kid who was raised with the idea that they had to be a hero, it was noble. Stupid, that's also what he thought it was.
He couldn't think about it for long though, because within a matter of seconds, the void had swallowed you all whole.
The Void either wanted to start off strong or you had a pristine line up of terrible memories to choose from.
The first thing you saw was you, standing next to an overflowing bathtub.
You could feel the wince you let out at the sight. This wasn't long after the battle with Thanos, when things were getting harder to deal with.
When the thoughts of how Tony should still be alive with his family, how Nat should've been at the Barton's annual Christmas party.
You tried to grab onto the past version that stood in front of the tub, but you couldnât.
That person turned around, grabbing at your wrists and threw you against the wall with a hard crack.
Looking up you saw the same image again, it was repeating. This time you didnât intervene. Instead you watched.
You knew you wouldnât do anything, you were still here.
This past version of you fell to their knees. The tile floor was cold, and wet.
Instead of getting in, you only dunked in your head, screaming into the water.
A glimpse in the mirror caught your attention, it looked like, Yelena?
You quickly punched the bathroom mirror, shattering it and feeling how it sucked you into another memory.
One where you couldnât save everyone.
This was a fairly recent memory, thatâs why it felt more vivid, at least in your opinion.
New York was a big place, and even if you knew there were other heroes who could help, they also couldnât be everywhere.
You had stopped a mugging, but not fast enough, not carefully enough. Someone had been shot.
You were careless and stupid and slow. Everything you thought you were taught not to be.
The paramedics were on the scene, your arms had blood, the womanâs blood.
She looked old enough to possible be a mother, maybe she had a partner at home, she was someoneâs daughter, aunt, neighbor. And you let her die.
Maybe it wouldâve been better if you took the bullet, because at least you wouldnât have anyone truly worried about you.
The memory replayed, this time, you stepped in front of the gun, trying to save her.
But the trigger never went off, instead, she pushed you away, her face was sad, her frown killed you. Then she was killed.
The memory kept going on over and over, and for a moment, you were somewhere terrible.
You were in front of Tony Starks body, his side was burnt and he looked weak. There was a body in front of him.
You didnât recognize him though, his face was almost blurred. He spoke the words over and over again , âMr Stark, we did it,â it was painful to hear.
Then, there she was again, Yelena, being strangled with Bob beside her.
You gritted your teeth. Forget these memories. They hurt like hell, but you had somehow prevailed, each time growing stronger because for some reason, you felt that this was your purpose.
You were still alive because you needed to help people, help them, help Yelena.
Within the blink of an eye you were in the same room as her, along with the rest of the Thunderbolts.
Each one looked confused, and slightly worried for the entire group.
You saw Bucky again, âYou look like shit, Barnes,â You let out a shaky, relieved exhale.
âWell, you know my life was pretty good so no bad memories.â He joked, trying to lighten the mood. It wasnât the best joke to make, but you smiled at the effort.
Ava also seemed to notice you, she had seemingly taken a liking to the youngest ex-Avenger, maybe because she knew the burdens of having powers growing up. Even if her experience was different.
With everyone back together, you all needed a plan of escape. Thankfully, Bob seemed more than ready to try and fight back against The Void.
Everyone began to rush through Bobâs memories, most were sad to see. Just from the small snippets, you could gather that his father was abusive, he was an addict, and he had some mental health issues.
Although it was funny to see Bucky punch a giant chicken.
Finally you all arrived at the last room, âIâve been here before,â Yelena spoke, her eyes darting around.
In the middle of the room stood Void. His eyes held a faint glow and it was making you more nervous by the second.
Just as everyone got ready to charge, he lifted his hand, and pieces of metal had bound everyone against the walls.
John got it worst of all, his shoulder was impaled, he was stuck against the wall like that.
You tried to kick, get out of the metal bounds, but if three super soldiers couldnât get out, you doubted youâd be able to.
Then they fought, Bob and his darker half.
The Void was taunting him,
âYou thought you were gonna be some great man?â Void had kicked Bob to the ground, he stood tall. He paused before he continued again, âSome savior? You canât even save yourself,â
Bob got up this time, but Void quickly put him down again, âWe will always be alone.â
His words were painful, but Bob stood, and charged at him. Tackling him to the ground.
Yelena was struggling to breath a bit, Void had tied something around her neck, trying to egg Bob on, make him angry, accept the dark part of him.
He kept punching, over, and over.
Beating Void, but that was what he wanted. The shadows began to consume Bob, âStop, Bob, stop it!â Yelena yelled, trying to get free.
Alexei used all his strength, lifting the metal off them enough to get Yelena out of the binds.
She ran as fast as she could to Bob, hugging him, âYouâre not aloneâ she whispered.
And his punches slowed, but not enough, not yet.
Quickly the rest of you were able to get free, running over as well, all of you wrapped around Bob. As the Void lost.
You returned, all of you.
The shadow that engulfed New York began to retract itself.
Unfortunately Valentina was able to use this to her advantage. Debuting you six as the New Avengers.
Alexei actually thought AvengerZ was better.
It didnât matter though, because at least this way you could keep that evil woman in check, and you kinda got a new family out of it.
For once in a long time, everything felt okay, you were going to be okay.
14 months had passed since then, you all lived in a new Compound together as a family. You still wonder what the old Avengers wouldâve thought of you now.
Maybe theyâd be proud, that you continued on, despite the pain. Or wouldâve hated the idea of a new team of Avengers.
âSamâs suing us for use of the Avengers name,â Bucky let out a low sigh, sitting down on the couch beside you.
A small laugh left you, before you stopped and realized his serious expression, âWait, he can do that?â
Alexei laughed, as he still tried to sell Yelena and John on his new, âAvengerZâ team sweaters.
Bucky walked over to Yelena, getting more info on the supposed unidentified ship nearing Earth.
Alexei gave you one of the sweaters as he argued with John about supposedly using Bob as some kind of rocket to launch them all into space. Safe to say Bob wasnât amused.
âThat sweater looks dumb,â Ava smiles at you, taking Buckyâs empty seat beside you.
âReally? I think itâs growing on me.â
She just rolled her eyes at your words, âDonât let Alexei hear, itâll get to his head.â
With that, Ava gave you a light pat on the head.
This was nice, you were happy, even if your team was going through legal issues and was a weird set of characters. You wouldnât have had it any other way.
Life with the New Avengers(Z) wouldnât be so bad after all.
I would like to request a shadow x teen reader where the reader is naturally cold and is a deep sleeper so when shadow goes to see her or wake her up she gives him quite the scare
Nap Time
pairings: Shadow the Hedgehog x teen!reader (platonic)
warnings: Shadow slightly panicking
summary: Shadow finds you asleep but can't seem to wake you, the worst case scenario comes to mind
a/n: kinda short sorry, also if i did a valentines day special who would you guys want?
Cold, your body felt cold and still. It was unnerving, and Shadow didn't like it one bit. He'd walked in on you 'asleep' at least that'd what he wanted to assume. Earlier you'd told Shadow you'd be taking a short nap. That was 5 hours ago, and he hadn't heard from you since. He walked into your room, he saw the bed; it was unmoving and eerily cold.
He walked over to where you laid, his eyes scanning your face to see if you were breathing but he couldn't tell. He felt his heart beat spike as he watched you. Slowly he reached out a gloved hand, his small paw lingering over your arm before he put it down to rest on it. You were freezing and so, so, still.
Shadow felt his stomach drop as he stood still but your side. His other hand coming up to grab onto your arm, trying to shake you a bit, yet you continued to lay there not even a muscle moving. He felt his breathing become heavier, he hated what his thoughts were telling him. The mind was a powerful thing and currently his was telling him terrible thoughts, that your nap may have led to his worst fear.
"Wake up," His voice was steady but there was a slight pleading to it. You didn't react, he just shook harder trying to wake you up. Looking at you lay there was oddly reminiscent of a scene he'd witnessed before, one that he never wanted to happen again.
Shadow didn't let up, shaking you even harder, it was the only thing he knew what to do in the moment. After a decent amount of shaking a small groan escaped your lips. Slowly you rubbed your eyes and sat up, glancing over at the hedgehog through squinted eyes, "Shads?" You asked him as you slowly blinked, taking in your surroundings.
He felt a small sigh escape his lips, tension leaving his shoulders as he watched you sit up. Shadow let his hands fall from your arm back at his sides as he stood at your bedside, his eyes never leaving your form. Worried that if he did you might still be laying down.
"What happened?" It was clear to tell he was disheveled, his quills look like they'd been on their end, which would've been funny if you weren't worried about him.
As you leaned against the back of your bed frame, adjusting your position Shadow opened his mouth to speak, taking a second to form the words, "You're a deep sleeper," a quiet mumble was his response.
You raised a brow as you watched him, "I guess so?" pausing to give him a moment, "I'm just tired," you shrugged, sighing a bit and patting the top of his quills.
He let you be affectionate, not asking you to stop, instead keeping quiet. It was his way of embracing the affection you gave, "It was unnerving," he grumbled as he gave you a dark look, although it was easy to tell he wasn't upset.
Your hand fell from his head and you let out a airy chuckle, "Sorry bud, I'll warn you next time"
Shadow didn't say anything, he just nodded but he was happy to hear that you'd let him know. He could tell his little heart wouldn't be able to handle another scare like that.
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