‘m back with more iz art! because apparently i’m just drawing stuff for it every day now. this time with some characters i haven’t drawn yet! and also another tak, because she’s rlly fun to draw and i love her.
plot : after his mum’s new boyfriend kicks him out, Justin only has one thing to do
word count : 1403
notes : for two people who wanted Justin Foley but I forgot their accounts so I’m sorry for not tagging
Running out of his house, bag slung over his shoulder, Justin wiped his wet eyes on the sleeve of his varsity jacket, only for the tears to be replaced with new ones. He didn’t stop until he couldn’t run anymore, legs aching, throat burning. He had no idea where he was, he couldn’t tell with his blurry vision. It was almost nightfall, not a person In sight. He fell to his knees, bag dropping with a loud thump, as a quiet sob passed his lips.
There was one thing Justin could think of doing. One person he wanted to talk to now, he needed to talk to right now. He reached into his pocket, hands trembling as he did so, retrieving his phone. He somehow found your contact, a picture of your beaming face on his screen, the image alone calming him down the tiniest bit. He shakily pressed the dial button, holding his breath while waiting for you to pick up. Begging you to answer.
One ring. Two ring.
More tears gathered in his eyes.
You were probably busy. You didn’t need him as a burden.
More and more tears fell as another sob racked his body.
The world stopped. Justin’s voice was caught in his throat, no words forming.
“Justin? You there?”
He couldn’t help the cry he let out of his mouth.
“Justin?! Are you okay?”
The sound of your panicked voice, filled Justin’s heart. You cared, you were the only one who cared.
It was only a whisper, something you shouldn’t have caught but you did.
“Justin? What happened? What’s wrong? What did they do?”
“I- I can’t. I-”
The words wouldn’t come out, as much as Justin tried.
“Where are you? I’m coming to pick you up” you stated.
Justin heard the jingling of keys through the phone.
“I- I don’t know. There’s houses and- and a-” he stuttered, trying to speak through the suffocation he was feeling.
“Justin. Stop. Breathe in. Breathe out. Now tell me, can you see a street sign anywhere?”
He did as you instructed, following your smooth, familiar voice.
“Risely Avenue” he said after a while.
“Stay where you are, I’m coming. And Justin?”
He blinked back more tears as he listened to you talk.
“Everything will be okay”
It was a mere 10 minutes before your familiar car drove up the street, headlights illuminating the otherwise dark road. Justin looked at the ground as he stood, ashamed to look at you in his current state. He heard the click of the car door opening, followed the by the clicking of your shoes on the gravel road. He managed to look up, eyes meeting with your warm ones. You stood right in front of him, inches away. You held your arms out and in less than a second, Justin fell into your arms.
He swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat.
“Hey” he replied, his voice a tiny squeak.
You pulled away, much to Justin’s dismay. You picked up his bag from the floor and he didn’t have the energy to protest, taking his hand in yours, you walked back to your car, settling them in. And then you drove.
You turned to look at your boyfriend of more than a year for a second before fixing your eyes back on the road.
“I- uhm I-”
“You don’t have to explain Justin. Not now anyway”
You pressed your lips together, gently placing a hand on his knee while keeping the other on the steering wheel. He flinched at the sudden contact, but your hand stayed where it was.
“I’m sorry, I just I-”
He immediately started to apologise, even though you thought nothing of it and completely understood.
“Sh, Justin. Just relax, you’re with me now” you assured, running a thumb across his jean clad knee.
He nodded, swallowing thickly, shutting his eyes and focusing on your soft touch. You flicked your eyes to him, watching his long eyelashes fall on his cheekbones. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, dried tears on his cheeks.
Soon enough, you reached your house, parking the car in the driveway. Justin opened his eyes, blinking a few times. You silently hopped out, grabbing his bag from the backseat before opening the passenger door.
“You don’t have to do all this” Justin mumbled.
“Come on” you urged, ignoring his statement.
The two of you walked into your house, the warmth engulfing you both. You took his hand in yours, leading him to the spare bedroom.
“Have you eaten yet?” you questioned.
Justin shook his head, like you expected.
“Well, you know where the showers are, I’m going to heat up dinner okay?”
He nodded, looking at the floor. You could tell he was on the verge of another round of tears. You frowned, walking up to him and wearing your arms around his neck, placing a kiss on his cheek. You felt him smile, even if it was a small one.
You stepped away, smiling at him softly, before leaving the room. You walked to your kitchen, getting the leftovers from Robert out to heat them up. Nobody should be treated how Justin is. Justin didn’t call you about this, usually going to Bryce’s house or Alex’s but not yours. He never wanted to bother you with his problems, thinking he would be a burden to you. It took Justin almost a year before he even told you about his condition at home and that was only after Zach accidentally mentioned it.
You took the food out of the microwave, placing it on the dinner table while waiting for him to arrive. Your parents were big business people, meaning they were out of town a lot of the time, so they bought you your own little house to stay in which they occasionally visited.
Ten minutes later, the sound of water running stopped, meaning Justin was out of the shower. Another ten minutes later, Justin padded into the dining room, where you were waiting for him. His hair was dripping wet, droplets trailing down the back of his neck. His eyes were redder, even puffier while his bottom lip quivered. What you noticed now was the significant bruises that had formed around his neck and the sight of all of this made you shatter a little on the inside. He tugged at his sleeves, still looking at the floor. He had changed into a pair of sweats and a t shirt.
You went to him, pressing a slight kiss on his shaking lips. You gripped his jaw with a feather-like touch, tilting it upwards to expose the purple and blue skin of his neck. You gingerly touched the large bruises that were vaguely in the shape of fingerprints. He gulped, Adam’s apple bobbing under your thumb. You sighed and pulled away.
He listened to your words, taking a seat next to you. He picked up his fork, staring at his food with no intention of eating it.
“I’m not that hungry right now Y/N, I’m sorry for making you go to all this trouble-”
“It’s fine Justin, I understand. Want to go to bed?” you offered.
He nodded, standing up from the table with you following suit. You put his plate back in the fridge before taking his hand and walking back to bed. You got in first, opening your arms and inviting him to lay with you. He complied immediately, putting his head on your shoulder, intertwining your legs.
“You have to report them Justin. Those bruises… they look bad. It’s the worse it’s gotten so far” you gulped, your own heart becoming heavy with the thought.
“I can’t Y/N, I’ll be shipped off to some foster home with people I don’t even know and I might even have to move away. I’m not risking that”
You nodded, it was a hard decision for anyone.
“How are you feeling?”
As the words left his mouth, you felt wetness on your shoulder.
“Oh Justin, you don’t need to act strong now. It’s okay to be human” you whispered into his ear.
And those were all it took before he broke down for the third time that evening. His body shook violently as you held him tight.
“It’ll all be okay Justin. I promise”
And in that moment, Justin realised that the only real place he felt safe was with you.
This one took a while not bc of the editing or drawing but because i couldnt decide whether tim should wear a mask or not SNDNFKSKJF
ANYWAYS Quote from @incorrectcreepyramen and?? Sortve tim requested by @funguts but he’s maskless sO??? Now i need to draw him with a mask
anonymous request: heya honey! i saw you were looking for blurbs/prompts, so what about reader (gender neutral or male is preferable but you do you!) has steve rogers as their home screen/lock screen and steve has no idea what that means and he asks clint who’s just “it means they at LEAST like your face, dude” and steve’s very flustered ahdhdhdjd sorry i just love old man steve being confused at technology
paring: steve rogers x reader
a/n: i posted this before but forgot to tag it which it lead to it flopping, HOWEVER, I AM SO PROUD OF THIS?? it was so fun and cute to write!! :,)) also if you wanna be on my tag list ask me!! it is currently open
Steve always thought of himself to be a good and quick learner. With almost everything really. Almost. He still didn’t quite grasp the whole idea of social media, and the slang of it yet. You tried so hard to teach him the in and outs but he didn’t really get it. However you had to admit, the questions he asked made you laugh. He was still so innocent at heart.
“Y/N whats a snapchat?” Steve once said too you in a serious tone before you could burst out laughing. He was always asking for you guys to take a selfie, plus while texting he always sent you various emojis that didn’t quite make sense. But you still couldn’t help but giggle when reading them.
One thing you did admire about Steve is that he tried, and that’s what you loved most about him. You had feelings for the tall blonde for a while now, but just never choose to act on them, knowing he might not feel the same.
You and Steve had a late night at the bar hanging out with some of his friends and you had just gotten to the Avengers home.
“Steve, can you please check what time it is?” You asked with a smile, taking off your sneakers. Steve quickly reached your matte black iPhone turning it on.
His eyes went wide when he saw a candid picture of him on your phone’s lock screen. It was the time you guys went to the park, and you had your camera on you. So, you kept snapping photos of him and the one on your lock screen was your favorite out of all of them.
So many questions entered his head at once. Did you have short-term memory loss, that you needed a picture of him to remind you who he was?? Is the robot in your phone messing with him? He remembered that one time when the robot, Siri came on accidentally and he got so scared he threw your phone across the room. But, right now Steve was just so confused.
“Steve?” you called out his name. He was in his own little world. Once he heard your voice, his eyes immediately darted to you.
“Oh, uh, it’s 11:00 PM. I’m going to go to bed, goodnight!” He quickly yelled out before you can say anything leaving your phone on the floor.
Steve reached his room and paced back and forth. He tried going sleep but just didn’t understand why he was on your phone. Did you have bad eyesight?? That’s why you needed a picture of him? So you could see what he looks like up close? He just didn’t get it. He got ready for bed, and soon his overthinking caused him to drift asleep.
Steve woke up early in the morning and headed to the kitchen. He saw Clint sitting on one of the stools, eating breakfast.
“Hey,” Clint called out.
“Hey, can I ask you a question?” Steve hesitated to ask, remembering about last night.
Steve went closer to Clint sitting on the stool next to him.
“So, (Y/N) asked me to check the time on their phone, and I saw they have a picture of me on their lock screen… I think its called?” Steve rambled before continuing,
“Anyway, do they have like bad vision?? That they need a clearer picture of me, I am just so confused, like why am I on their phone?” he spoke using hand gestures before ultimately sighing.
Clint let out a small chuckle before smirking.
“You do realize (Y/N) having you on their lock screen is a compliment right?”
Steve dumbfounded, raised an eyebrow.
“Look, dude, they like your face. And if they like your face, they probably like you. They aren’t secretly hunting you down, and last time I checked (Y/N) has 20/20 vision…”
Steve’s mouth formed an ‘o’ before thanking Clint and going back to his room.
Did (Y/N) really like him back? Steve has always had a thing for you ever since you guys got super close. The feelings really hit once you both started hanging out just together without anyone else. But how could Steve tell you how he felt?
You woke up later in the afternoon, and everyone was up. You groaned brushing your teeth and looking at yourself in the mirror. You tried fixing your hair to look somewhat presentable before stepping out into the world.
Steve quickly barged into your room, with his iPhone in his hand. You smiled leaving the bathroom and sitting on the edge of your bed.
“Whats up?” You asked, slightly biting your lip. Steve smirked, trying to look for your phone.
You raised an eyebrow, as he looked through your desk before finding the matte phone. He turned it on and faced the phone towards you so you could see the lock screen you had.
Your eyes went wide. You forgot to take the picture off but you liked it too much. And it also meant he saw it last night.
“So, you like me?” Steve asked very bluntly as your face heated up.
“Uh..” You said, your eyes trying to avoid him.
Steve handed you his old iPhone, as you took it confusingly.
“(Y/N) what time is it?” He asked. You took the phone in your hands and powered it on.
You smiled once you saw the picture of you on his lock screen. It was the day you guys went out to eat at a diner, and you got ketchup all over your face. Steve adored the picture, while you hated it.
“It took me while to figure out how to get your face onto there, until Sam literally had to show me,” Steve rambled fidgeting with his fingers.
“Is this your way of saying you like me too?” You smirked, as Steve walked towards you leaning over you.
“Who knew technology would be so helpful in getting two people together,” he laughed. As he cupped your cheek and before you know it, he was kissing you.
“Also, you aren’t a hitman, right? Just trying to make sure..” He muttered between kisses, as you chuckled, happy in his arms.
“Question,” Tony groaned as he dropped his pack. “Here we go,” McGee muttered, making Ziva smirk. “Do all illegal blood banks keep a log coded with Star Wars references?” Ziva arched a brow. “I thought you enjoyed movies.” “I do,” he replied quickly, “It’s just…you need variety. Why stick to just one? And why make them so obscure…” “They’re fans, DiNozzo,” Gibbs stated while strolling into the squad room, “It’s in their DNA.”
Tony chuckled while looking over to McGee. The man just rolled his eyes. Gibbs smirked, but for a different reason. Ziva had just finished packing up for the day, ready to go home. McGee was nearly done as well.
“Good night everyone,” Ziva called out. “Mind holding the door for me?” Tim asked, zipping up a pocket. She smiled. “Sure.”
The pair left together as Tony remained seated at his desk. He was staring at his monitor’s picture of him and Y/N, his girlfriend. She had been deployed for the last sixth months. Maybe he’d call her tonight; see how she’s doing. Gibbs looked over at him. He let out a sigh.
“Go home, DiNozzo,” he instructed, “Get some sleep.” “I…I will, boss,” he replied half-heartedly. Gibbs stared at him for a moment. “Then go.”
He shot his gaze up to see a smiling boss. He knit his brows in confusion. After a moment, Tony packed up his stuff. He gave a small smile to Gibbs and a half wave.
“Tell Y/N I say hello,” he told Tony. The man chuckled. “If she answers, I will.” Gibbs smirked. “She’ll answer.” Tony eyed the man for a moment. “Thanks boss.”