New Beginnings

New beginnings

Pairing: Yondu Udonta x gn!reader

Summary: You're immortal: If you die, you immediately respawn in the closest safe location. Usually a few yards away, sometimes a few miles away. But in a time of global war, you die and respawn on a completely unknown planet, millions of lightyears away. - prompt by @writing-prompt-s and “i feel like shit.” “you look like it, too.” *they bump shoulders* “ you know, if you’re trying to make me feel guilty, you’ve succeeded.” “i wish i never acted the way i did towards you. i’m sorry.” “i know.” - enemies to lovers prompts by @malabu

Warnings: very long fic, cursing, torture, enemies to friends/lovers, description of injuries and death, slightly sexual themes, insecurity, scars, Yondu and the reader being jerks to each other

A/N: Aaaaaaaaaaaand my obsession continues!!! Hope you're buckled up, 'cause this bitch ain't about to stop lovin' on this man!

aIt was supposed to be an easy job. Go in, take the loot, get out. But of course, nothing in life's that easy. But it just had to happen to you. Of course.

You were pondering on that all while staring into deep red eyes of the ravager captain blocking your way to the exit. It seemed the loot was more important than you thought. If somebody hired fucking space pirates to get it for them, you must be holding something really special right now.

"'Ight, we can do this tha easy way, or tha hard way. Yer choice." the blue man had the audacity to smirk at you. Of course, you chose the easy way. But it seemed the captain had something else in mind when he said easy, because just as you pointed your weapon at him, a sharp whistle cut through the air and seemingly at the same time something seemed to cut through you, judging by the sharp pain in your chest.

You only had time to look down at your chest, which was now spewing blood like a freshly popped champaign bottle, from a hole the size of a marble ball, before you collapsed to the ground, your vision going black, your mind almost numb with pain.

You felt the familiar signs of bleeding out. The hot pain in your chest, where your wound was, the cold that seemed to spread through your body and the white noise that seemed to swallow your mind. The last thing before you let go was the cheerful cackle of the blue ravager and very faint sound of steps growing further and further away.

Whe you opened your eyes again, you quickly grasped at your chest out of habit. The phantom pain was still there and although you knew this was going to happen, you were glad when you felt that your chest was, in fact, intact. Quickly you sat up and shook your head to chase away the dizziness and looked around the room. You realized that the maps your...'team' gave you before they sent you to this place actually came in handy, because you were just in the next room.

Quickly you got up and rushed out of the room. And of course you had to run just into the same guy as before. Only this time, he wasn't alone. There was a scrawny looking guy, probably from Xandar, right behind him, then two very similar looking men with light blue scaly skin and yellowish eyes and then a dude with long greasy hair and a really messed up face. They were all in the same kind of uniform though, so you suspected they were the captain's crew.

They stopped dead in their track when they saw you, some of them even looking back at your corpse to make sure you didn't rise from the dead to haunt them forever. The captain however, only narrowed his eyes at you. It was your turn to smirk "I guess you chose the hard way." you cocked your head to the side and drew your weapon again. As much as dying over and over was tiring and annoying, you weren't about to just turn around at the first sight of trubble and run away with your tail between your legs, just to later get it from your boss.

You heard the whistle again, only now you realised it was the captain who controlled the mysterious weapon. His coat was slightly opened and the crest installed on top of his head was glowing faintly with red light, as an arrow shot from a holster joined at the buckle on the blue captain's hip. Quickly, before he could get rid of you again, you said "You do that and I'm gonna come right back, y'know?" The arrow stopped right in front of your face and you nearly sighed with relief. That would have been a nasty scar, you thought.

With the arrow still floating in front of your face, the captain spoke "Now I pried this tressure from yer cold dead hands. How come yer right here, tellin' me what to do?" he quirked a brow at you, the scowl still on his face. "Wouldn't you like to know?" you drawled and felt the arrow quickly float closer, pricking the skin of your nose. "Are ya cursed or somethin'?" the Xandarian asked suddenly. "It's more a blessing." you smiled at him. The captain seemed to think for a while, but after he probably decided you weren't lying, his scowl turned into a sly smile "Listen. Ya seem like a smart kid. How 'bout ya ditch yer crew and come workin' fer me instead? We could really use someone like ya." he tilted his head and shrugged.

You pondered on it for a minute. Either you could try to kill them all while dying at least 20 times, before you got what you needed before you would return to the group of criminals the captain just called your crew. Your 'team' consisted of five aliens, including you, on a small ship, with the most intimidating one as your leader. He was a brute of a man, they all were, no manners and no respect whatsoever. On the other hand you could just ditch those assholes and join the ravagers instead, who at least had a fucking code they followed. It seemed the choice was already made. "Alright." you chirped and lightly pushed aside the arrow pointing at the bridge of your nose, before walking over to the small group.

Hushed whispers resonated through the few aliens accompanying their captain. Was he really taking you in? How can he be so sure you weren't going to ditch them, if you so easily abandoned your old crew? Thruth is, he didn't know. And that's why he pointed it out right away "Wow, tha' was quick. Neva' seen anyone betray their crew tha' easy." You only shrugged your shoulders "Well, it's not like I was thrilled to be there in the first place. And if you count five criminals with the biggest jerk in charge a crew, then I don't know how you wound up as a captain yourself." The man in question quickly whirled around to face you, the frown on his face returning "Now, ya go runnin tha' pretty mouth a' yours an' I'll stick this arrow in a place ya won't enjoy." he threatened you. But you looked at him uninterested and only replied with a shake of your head "Go ahead. See what happens." and shrugged your shoulders.

The rest of the journey to the M-ships was quiet. As much as the captain's threats didn't faze you, you weren't looking to die a second time today. You boarded an M-ship with the two blue twins, as you guessed and made your way to the mother ship. When you finally made it to the ship in question, your jaw nearly dropped to the floor with the various passages and bridges and whatnot. Seeing this, the men smirked amongst themselves and the captain patted you on the back "Welcome to the Eclector, uh..." he looked at you questioningly. "(Y/N)." you answered shortly, while never taking your eyes from the interior of the large ship. The captain grinned, his jagged teeth showing "Welcome to the Eclector (Y/N). You're a part of Udonta's crew now." he said as he began to lead the way through the mess of hallways and rooms.

"Now, before ya officially become a ravager, I need ta know some stuff about'cha." Udonta told you without even turning to you "So, how did'ya end up with those miserable fucks ya told us 'bout?" he asked. You shrugged, even though he couldn't see it "Well, since the global war broke out on my planet, I kept dying a lot. Well, once I died and woke up in Knowhere. I got into a bunch of trouble before these guys picked me up, offering me a place to stay in exchange for alliance." Udonta nodded, before asking again "Where's you from again?" "Bruirilia." you answered and couldn't help the tinge of sadness washing over you. Your new captain made a hissing sound at the mention "Oooh, I's heard that planet's been destroyed not too long ago. Sorry kid." But you just waved your hand at the apology "Nah, it's good. Haven't had any ties there since my parents died." Udonta nodded and mumbled "Good." quietly, before asking yet again "Last question kid. How does tha work? I mean tha curse o'yers." You took a deep breath "I'm not sure myself. But whenever I die, I just...respawn in the nearest safe place. The only thing remaining from my dead self is a scar." you explained as best as you could. The captain hummed in acknowledgement.

An that's how you became a ravager. You were given your own uniform and were acquainted with the ravager code, or at least, the parts you needed to know. Which, fortunately, weren't that hard to memorize. You also found out the full name of your new captain, as well as your crewmates'. Yondu Udonta huh? Pretty interesting name, at least in your opinion.

Finding a place on the Eclector wasn't that hard. Even though the crew was pretty big, the ship was bigger and chores were numerous. You went from cleaning up here and there and helping in the kitchen and med bay to being assigned with missions.

At first, everything seemed perfect. You felt as if everything clicked into place when you joined Udonta's crew. You felt as if you really belonged there, dare you say you found some new friends after years of solidarity. Plus, your captain paid you well. But as the months went on, with your salary also rose the danger of the missions Yondu sent you on. And the more dangerous the mission, the less people went with you. A few months in you noticed you were mostly sent on missions alone, and although they were mostly successful, they took a toll on you. By now, you were used to going on a mission, just to die at least five times and coming back, only to drop the loot off at the cockipt and flopping down on your bunk, sometimes not even having the energy to shower or change your clothes.

Last mission was especially gruesome. You were supposed to steal some precious metal right from the smelter on a planet inhabitated by dwarf-like people. The instructions were easy. Yondu told you that they stored the processed metal in wooden crates in a special part of the smelter complex, something like a warehouse. The more you could get your hands on, the better. Yeah, but try smuggling more than a crate from a horde of angry dwarf natives, alone. You told Yondu in the beginning that there was no possibility of successfully completing the mission by yourself, but he only dismissed you, saying you handled worse.

At least when you came back empty-handed, with a new scar that was caused by an axe to your face, so it stretched across the entirety of it, he didn't scold you. But it was that moment when you realised what your captain has been doing, perhaps from the very beginning. He's been assigning you only suicide missions because he knew you were gonna come back from them. Sure, he paid you some more than the others, but was it worth the mutilation your body went through? But, your crewmates admired your new scar, saying it looked "badass". So that made up for it a little bit.

Luckilly, captain decided it was time to let out some steam and announced a break on Contraxia. That made your heart jump a little in your chest. Now, you've never been on the planet, but its reputation surpassed its borders. As you layed on your bunk that night you imagined all the things you'd try out. You fell asleep with one thought that night, you were gonna enjoy it no matter what.

Or so you thought.

At first, you stayed close to your friends, tagging along, taking in your surroundings. You went through a few bars, some shops, having a drink here and grabbing something to bite there, buying bits and bobs that looked interesting, until you wound up in a brothel. First, you were with your friends at the table, drinking and having fun, but you couldn't not notice how most of them made googly eyes at the pretty waitresses and other...workers...of the brothel, with their perfectly smooth skin and curves. One by one, your friends were snatched by the ladies of different races and led to different rooms. And that left you alone, at the brothel's bar. At least the barman was quite handsome, you smirked to yourself. Oh but he noticed, and immediately asked you what you were smirking about.

Well, word after word you made coversation and...it was actually quite pleasant. You haven't been really intimate with anyone since the war on Bruirilia started. Between protecting your home annd dying, there wasn't much time for you to really...get close to anyone. And the time after that was so hectic you didn't even think about anything like sex. But, you had to admit, the barman was doing this to your body. So you shot your shot. You asked him when his shift ended and if you could perhaps accompany him home. He looked you up and down and when you saw his expression turn into one of understanding and then nervosity, you knew you were going to face the hard, cold, rejection. "Listen," you remember him saying "You're really nice and I enjoyed talking to you, but...if this is going where I think it is...I just, if the rest of your body looks the same as your face then...sorry, but that's just kind of a turnoff, y'know?" but the second yu let your expression fall, he quickly added "It's nothing personal, just a preference!" but at that point, you had already paid and were on your way out of the brothel.

Of. Fucking. Course. It just had to be you. Were you really that hideous? Undesirable? Just because of some scars? You chuckled darkly. Yeah, some scars. At this point, there were probably more scars than clean skin on your body. But who's fault was that? That's right! Your captain's!! You balled up your hands into fists and clenched your teeth. You stomped your way to the Eclector and before you used your card to open the entrance you took a deep breath, in case anybody was back on the ship. Much calmer now, you made your way through the maze of bridges and passages and hallways that the ship was made of and towards your bunk. But just when you were passing the captain's quarters, the door opened, revealing the man you wanted to see the least himself.

For a second you two just stared at each other, both wondering, why the other wasn't out with the others, but it was Yondu who broke the silence "What're you doin' 'ere? Couldn't find a good fuck?" he smirked. Now, the rational side of your brain knew he didn't know that was the worst thing to say in that moment, he didn't know the emotional turmoil you just went through and how you viewed him at this very second, but the rational side of your brain was silenced by pure, white rage that bubbled up inside of you like a silent volcano and the lava finally spilled over the edge. With a frown you bared your teeth and spat out "No. No, I couldn't find a good fuck." but before Yondu, who now had a slightly shocked expression in response to your boldness, could get any word in, you growled "And you wanna know why? 'Cause of this!" you gestured wildly to your face. Yondu's eyes fixated on your newest scar adorning your face as his eyes narrowed and he opened his mouth to speak. Oh but you weren't done, no, not in the least. You wanted him to see just how much damage he had done.

Without thinking, you pulled off your ravager jacket, followed by your undershirt, leaving him gaping at your chest that was littered with numerous scars of various sizes and freshness. "You did this." you said slowly "You and your fucking suicide missions." you shook your head "And now, not even a fucking brothel bartender wants anything to do with me! And it's. All. Your. Fault." you squinted your eyes at him and jabbed your fingers in his chest with every word. Yondu could see your eyes glint with unshed tears. Finally, you stepped away from him and said quietly with a smal sniffle "You ruined me man. You fucking ruined me." and with that, you continued on your way to your bunk. Leaving your captain standing in front of his quarters, dumbfounded and maybe a little bit guilty, as he watched your trembling form dissapear behind the corner.

You didn't feel like your usual chipper self for the next few days and your crewmates noticed that. Some of them tried to joke about it in a similar way their captain did, but whenever that happened, you quickly shut them down with a glare. But after a few days, you managed to pull yourself together and were able to start focusing on work properly again. The only difference you noticed on the ship after that...eventful night on Contraxia, was the way captain started treating you. You two were never too close, he didn't really let anyone get too close to him, the closest he might have been to was Kraglin and that was just because he treated his first mate kind of like one would treat their younger relative. But you two sometimes shared a nice laugh or a few words about how your missions went, but now whenever you two were in the same room, he didn't look at you, talk to you, nothing. It was like he tried to ignore your presence completely. Even when he assigned you your new missions, he was either turned away from you or seemingly very busy with his control console. You tried not to let it bother you too much, but his treatment only fueled your anger towards him as time went on. The fact that he made no effort of changing the type of missions you were assigned didn't exactly help either.

"This one should be easy." he said as you stared at his back. It was as if you've already been in this situation once. Go in, take the loot, return to the ship. But right now you were face to face with someone you've never expected to see again. Your previous crewmates were standing there, a few meters away from you, arms folded and expressions pissed off. You weren't scared, just surprised. Seems like you had competition. Quickly, to avoid conflict, you ducked into the next room of the small, but highly sheltered gallery you were supposed to rob, switching on your communicator quickly "Kraglin? Kraglin! Can you hear me?" you said, urgency clear in your voice. "Loud and clear, (Y/N). What's up?" you heard the first mate say nonchalantly. He must've had so much experience with missions going wrong that it didn't faze him anymore. "We have company." you panted and Kraglin could hear your hurried footsteps and somebody chasing you in the background. "Don't tell me you were caught?" he groaned and you had to fight the urge to scold him, before remembering he was your superior. "Of course not, I wouldn't be calling just because of that. No, my old group showed up." you said hurriedly, getting tired of how leisurely Kraglin was talking. "What? What do ya mean?" the Xandarian in question seemed to straighten up at that mention. "Yeah, one moment I'm taking whatever I can and the next they appear from around the corner like they owned the place!" Kraglin could hear a booming noise ring out as you quietly cursed to yourself "Shit, they're firing. I gotta go take cover-" your voice was interrupted by a loud shot that seemed to have come from somewhere near you and before Kraglin could get a peep in, your painful scream filled the air in the cockpit. Yondu, who was up until that point trying to be very interested in piloting the ship through the vast space turned around with his eyes slightly widened. They both knew that you died on missions frequently, but they've seen it in person only once. But then you were strangers, it was different now that they nknew you. Kragling listened intently for any signs of you being alive and his heart jumped in his chest when you groaned with pain. But the voices and footsteps that were quickly approaching couldn't mean anything good, so he quickly ordered you "(Y/N), go hide somewhere, ya hear me? (Y/N)!!" but it was for naught, because the line went dead. Kraglin spent a second just staring at his communicator before turning to the captain "Cap'n, we lost contact." he said sadly. Yondu, who already turned back to his control console, only shrugged "Don' worry 'bout it, they'll turn up eventually."

Little did they know what really happened. You didn't have time to report to Kraglin if you were ok, because you recieved a nasty hit to the shoulder, which made you drop to the ground in pain, your vision blocked by black spots. Your communicator unfortunately was damaged by the fall, so you didn't suppose that Kraglin could hear your ex-aquaintances grab ahold of you and start dragging you back to the ship you once knew so well. You could roughly m,ake out where you went, but everything was hazy. But you knew for sure that you were losing a lot of blood. You hoped death would come quickly, so that you could get out of this place, because somehow you knew that these guys meant no good.

To your dismay, you woke up in a locked room, your hands bound behind your back and your legs at the ankles. You were sore all over and couldn't move properly. You felt tired, hungry and thirsty all at once, you were disoriented and confused. You didn't die? When your vision cleared up a little, you turned your head slowly to glance at your shoulder. It was bandaged, haphazardly, but it kept you alive. Why? Why were they doing this? You couldn't figure it out. That was, until the leader of your old group came into the room, a wicked smile on his face. He stepped closer to you and cupped your jaw in his hand, making you look at him. You frowned as deeply as your sore muscles allowed you to and had to supress the urge to spit in his face when he started talking "So we finally found you. The traitor came back home." "I wouldn't say that." you rasped out. He chuckled "Doesn't really matter, does it? You're here and that's all we've wanted." he squinted at your face before growling out "Did you seriously think you could betray us like that and expect us to just let you go?" he tsked "Well, here's where you're wrong. Your actions have consequences, y'know? And we've brought you here to teach you to face those consequences."

"And what did you expect me to do? Stay somewhere where I felt scared to fall asleep in fear of getting robbed or worse in my sleep? Did you seriously think I was gonna stay with this bunch of assholes whose leader thinks he's all high and mighty, but he's just an insecure idiot? Yeah, I ran away. So that I could feel more safe. And you know what? I'm doing better than ever! So what are you gonna do? Kill me?" you smirked up at him. But your smirk faded when he smiled even wider "Kill you? No. We both know that's useless. Oh no, we're gonna do something so, so much worse." And then the pain came.

It didn't happen often that the captain was wrong about something. Usually, his somewhat of a sixth sense helped him detect things others could not, so the fact that you did not in fact return not later that day, not in a few days, but not in a few weeks, was concerning, to say the least. Was it because he just thought you'd be alright like you were after every mission? Or was it perhaps because he was ignoring the feeling in the pit of his stomach that was telling him something happened? Nobody knew for sure. But at the start of the second week of you missing, the crew started to get anxious and whether he liked it or not, Yondu too, was worried. That is why he called Kraglin away from his task to the cockpit to discuss what they should do next. "We could track down their communicator." Kraglin shrugged and his captain nodded. It was probably their best bet. He himself couldn't think of anything else they could possibly do. If they were lucky, it would lead them straight to you, but if they threw your communicator away, it would at least serve as a lead.

They got to work immediately, leaving Kraglin's communicator on, trying to search for connection. One of them always stayed in the cockpit and monitored the device, while the other was allowed to go away and perform his duties. But they both were in contact, in case the communicator picked something up. For hours they were switching in the room only for the result to be nothing at all. But in the late afternoon, when Kraglin was the one looking after the device, the light on the screen, to which the communicator was connected, turned green and the line representing the sound wave started flickering up and down, he quickly gave captain the signal to come to the cockpit.

At first, there was only cracking and static, but then the first mate could hear hushed voices, before everything went quiet again. It seemed both sides were waiting for the other to start. Luckilly that was solved by Yondu coming into the room, expression stern and his walk resolute. He looked to Kraglin, who pointed at the screen and Yondu bent down so those on the other side could hear him clearly. "(Y/N)?" he called. Dark chuckling came in response. "Who's there?" the captain shouted. He looked at Kraglin and then pointed to the control console, signaling him to track the location of the signal. Kraglin nodded and swiftly went to work, while Yondu listened to the person chuckle again "Definitely ain't the one you're looking for." the person joked. Yondu recognized the voice as a male one, quite deep, but other than that, he had nothing. "Where's (Y/N)?" the captain asked shortly. "With us." the voice said and laughed "And ya ain't getting that sad fuck back, 'till we're finished with'em." the voice paused "But if you stick around long enough, maybe you'll hear them scream."

Yondu was just about to give this motherfucker a piece of his mind, when a bloodcurling scream ripped through the air, followed by cheering of multiple people. "Sounds like they are having fun, don't'cha think?" the voice mocked. Yondu growled and cut the connection, ending the conversation. Turning to his first mate, he said "You got it?" Kraglin nodded his head "Yes sir." "Right. Set the course to the coordinations. Gather a few men. We'll go in, kill anyone on board and get them out. Undersood?" Kraglin saluted "Yes, sir!" before quickly exiting the room.

Yondu could vividly remember your face when you yelled at him that night on Contraxia and showed him their scars. You looked so...broken. The one person that was able to laugh in the face of death suddenly looked so...defeated. And it didn't make Yondu feel good, at all. For the next few days he shut himself in, trying to come up with a reason he was feeling this way, but in no way admitting it was guilt. He didn't need to feel guilty for anything. In fact, he should punish you for being impudent with your superior. But the truth was, he let greed consume him. And now he saw it. And that's why it suddenly felt so...personal.

It wasn't long before the Eclector reached the destination. Yondu, along with Kraglin and a few men the first mate deemed worthy of this very important mission were gathered in the hangar by the M-ships, going over the details. Once everything was clear, they took two of the small ships and set out in the direction of the enemy ship. It was farely small, so the possibility of many enemies was off the table. When they broke in, it seemed they caught the enemy team by surprise, which definitely played into Yondu's cards. His men quickly dealt with the enemies, there were roughly five of them. Yondu wondered if they were worth of keeping alive for some questioning, but decided it would be better to dispose of them straight away. Then, after the enemies were dealt with, the search for (Y/N) started. Everyone looked in every nook and cranny, very room where they might've hid you. Luckilly, one of the men found a place at the bottom of the ship where they seemed to keepo hostages. In of the rooms was you, bound and bloody, it semed tyour fingers were broken, you were badly beaten and cut up and were on the verge of death. At the bloody sight Yondu could feel his blood boil. What kind of sick animal results to torture somebody?

He quickly went over to you, kneeling by your side and calling your name softly. At the sound of a familiar voice, you seemed to wake up a little from the haze you must've been in "Captain?"you asked shakily. "Yeah kid. Don't'cha worry, we'll get'cha outta here soon enough." Yondu said reassuringly, then lifted you slowly up to your feet. Your knees buckled, but before you could fall back down, the captain caught you. After that, Yondu thought it would be best if he threw one of your arms over his shoulder and supported you that way on the way to the M-ship. Halfway through the journey, you piped up grogilly "I feel like shit.” “You look like it, too.” Yondu chuckled and bumped their shoulder, but quickly apologized whenyou yelped in pain. After you two made it with the rest of the small crew to the M-ships and flew back to the Eclector, you were rushed to the medbay, where you stayed for almost a week.

At one point, Yondu visited you, saying he wanted to talk. He sat down next to your bed and sighed "Back then, on Contraxia...You know, if you were tryin' to make me feel guilty, you’ve succeeded.” he said and nodded his head “I wish I never acted the way I did towards you. I’m sorry.” “I know.” you said and reached for his hand. He took it gently and ran his thumb over your still bruised knuckles. "Let's start from the beginning, shall we?" you suggested. "From the beginning." he smiled.

enemies to lovers (part 4)

“i don’t even remember why we used to fight so much.”

“they would be so mad if they found out.” “fuck ‘em”

“just because i’m the bad guy doesn’t mean i’m a bad guy.”

“you’re not a bad guy. you’re actually kinda nice to have around.”

“why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance?  “you know why.”

“you bring out the good in me.”

“please, for the love of god, shut up for once.” “why don’t you come over here and make me?”

“you know, you’re really hot when you’re angry.”

“why are you really here? to mock me? to… make me hate you more?” “no. none of that. i came to be a friend, because it really looks like you need one right now.”

“i wish i never acted the way i did towards you. i’m sorry.” “i know.”

“we’re not good for each other.” “why not?”

“i used to want to kill you. now i just wanna kiss you.”

“i don’t think you’re evil.” “you don’t?” “no. i think you’re just lost. misguided. and you don’t know anything else.”

“they’re gonna hear us if you don’t be quiet.” “good.”

“i don’t like you. i can barely tolerate you.” “then why do you keep coming back?”

“no one has to know. it’s not like they’d believe us anyway.”

“it’s too late for me.” “no. i don’t believe that.”

“i’m tired of having to pretend we hate each other.”

“we can’t help who we fall in love with.”

“i think i just… felt this pressure, you know, to be the bad guy.”

“you’re annoying, you know that?”

Heyyy!! I rlly love your account, could you do a clone high Van Gogh x reader?? I love the lil guy so much and cant find much content about him :(

could the reader be a closed off person who doesn’t let many people into their life or get close to them, I have a hard time letting down my walls so something about Vincent just approaching the reader and shyly starting a conversation and the reader rlly liking him and letting him into their life would be rlly nice

also if the reader could be an artist or writer that would be cool :) no problem if you don’t wanna do it!!

A thousand times yes!

Pairing: Vincent van Gogh x gn!reader

Warnings: use of they/them pronouns (putting this here just in case)

A/N: Ok, this was requested when requests were closed, but I kept it, just because I haven't written anything for Clone high in a long time, so consider yourself lucky :D Also this really reminds me of my Clone high oc, Art. So if you'd like to read about them, you can find the first two parts on my masterlist <3

(Y/N) - your name

(Y/S) - your surname

Another day, another lunch.

Another time spent by him starting at them from afar.

Others might say they weren't that interesting, but Vincent couldn't disagree more.

They met during one of his art classes. They came in to model and Vincent immediately felt drawn to them, despite not being sure why. It was everything about them that made him curious, something he wasn't used to. Especially with other people, since most of the time they made him wary more than anything.

But not them, no. Everything about them was peculiar, their pose, their expression, their eyes...oh god, their eyes. There was so much hidden emotion in them, it made Vincent feel like an explorer in front of a new adventure or a curious child standing in front of a dark forest.

After that fateful class, he found out he noticed them around more. Like in the school caffeteria for example. They always sat alone or with a small group of friends, but they always seemed reserved or didn't talk at all. Sometimes a very scary frown blossomed on their face at a sensitive question or a remark that hit too close to home.

And each lunch did Vincent sit just a tad closer to their usual table, but never quite gaining the courage to fully face his classmate.

But this day, he made up his mind. He was going to talk to them. No buts, no excuses. And so before he gave himself the chance to talk himself out of it yet again, he got up and marched straight to their table with a determined expression set on his stubbly face.

He stopped right next to them, his lunch in hand. They quietly raised their head and looked at him with an unsure expression "Can I help you?" they asked. Vincent's determination instantly dissapeared as he got out, not without struggle "Is this seat taken?" he more mumbled than said and they smirked "Sure thing."

Vincent awkwardly sat across them, both continuing to eat their lunch in quiet. While Vincent was beating himself up for not knowing what to say next, they took a bite out of their lunch and raised their head once again "I remember you." Vincent whipped his head up from his meal to look at them "Re-really?" he asked, shocked. They noticed him? When? Oh god, he hoped they hadn't noticed him staring at them.

His worries were soothed soon enough though, when they said "Yeah, you're van Gogh, right? I remember you from art class when I volunteered to pose that one time." Vincent blushed and shyly asked "How do you know my name?" they grinned "Dude, everyone was talking about you when you made that sick painting of Gandhi that one time!" they exclaimed and giggled. If Vincent wasn't blushing then, he sure was now.

"Yeah, can't stand the guy." he mumbled and looked to the side. They only shrugged "He's alright. He can be a douchebag sometimes though." they nodded. After that, they looked teasingly at Vincent "Any other questions?" Vincent kept looking away as he nodded his head "What's your name?" They were quite shocked, not expecting such kind of a question. But Vincent seemed innocent enough, so they figured telling him their name wouldn't hurt "(Y/N) (Y/S)."

At the sound of their name, Vincent perked up "(Y/S?) Like the writer (Y/S)?" they laughed softly at his enthusiasm "Yeah..."

After that day, Vincent kept meeting (Y/N) at lunch, eventually mustering up the courage to ask if they want his number, to which they agreed, much to his joy. They texted each other nearly every day, if they didn't have any exams to study for. After some time they started meeting outside of school too, making various trips to gain inspiration, (Y/N) for their writing, Vincent for his painting.

Just as Vincent's feelings for the writer blossomed, so did (Y/N)'s feelings for the short painter. He was sweet, kind and most importantly genuine. He respected their boundaries and so did they when it came to his. There was just so much mutual understanding in their friendship, they felt like they had known him forever and they only hoped he felt the same. But they were scared. They were hurt by their closest ones in the past, who's to say that won't happen with Vincent too? They knew what he did to Gandhi, even though the little jerk deserved it.

They felt scared and insecure. But they couldn't get Vincent out of their head. Even their writing was starting to center around him. Finally, they told themselves they had to put a stop to this madness.

So (Y/N) did the only thing they could think of. They approached the only person they could trust. This person earned their trust and it took a long time for (Y/N) to open up to them, and they still weren't at a point where they would trust that person with their life, but they were very close. Close enough they trusted them with their love troubles.

After hanging out with them for the afternoon, they agreed that you only live once and that they should go for it and not worry about the outcome.

So when in the evening (Y/N) came home, they sat at their desk and started writing away all their feelings. They meant for it to be a short note, but it turned out longer than expected, their whole heart poured onto the paper. (Y/N) sighed and with trembling hands they put the note, or should we say letter, into a envelope.

The next day they came to school early so that they could drop the note into Vincent's locker. Then they hid just behind the corner to see his reaction, curiousity eating away at them.

Finally, the man of the hour arrived. He unlocked his locker, when (Y/N)'s letter fell out. They watched as Vincent oh so carefuly opened the envelope and unfolded the letter within. They saw his eyes scan the paper once, twice, slowly welling up with tears as he did.

(Y/N) quietly tiptoed behind him and after he was done and only clutched the piece of paper to his chest, they coughed. Vincent whirled around, a big, toothy smile blooming on his face. Quickly he threw himself into their embrace, not caring if anyone saw, that great was his joy. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!!!" he cried into their chest. As the two now lovers embraced each other, a letter fell gracefully to the ground.

Dear Vincent,

There is something sitting heavy on my chest and has been for a while now. It seems my heart decided to let you in, although I tried to fight it many times. Your kindness, empathy and caring personality tore the doors to my soul open, only for you to waltz right in and make yourself at home. My mind is open to you, every secret I kept locked is now yours too. I only wish you let me share your heart, just like I am ready to share mine. It is you who holds the key to my heart now, your new forever home. Do you wish to enter?

Love,

(Y/N)

Punk s/o headcanons

Pairing: Yondu Udonta x gn!reader

Warnings: none :)

A/N: I feel like this is getting out of hand. But I just got so many ideas for fics, what else am I supposed to do than write them?? Besides, there is so little content for this man, it's sad, really...

Ok, so his first impression of you is...well, complicated. Like, don't get me wrong, he is amazed by you and how you look, but also, isn't it incovenient? To that you could say his belts and buckles also seem inconvenient, but he'd just wave you off, saying they all have a purpose.

But a bigger part of him is amazed I must say. He really likes what he sees, your hairstyle, the colour of your hair, your piercings, if you have any, your tattoos, again, if you have any. Your clothes also amaze him. How can you make something that looks like it was pulled out of a dumpster, and possibly could have been, look so good?? But your chains and pins make him uneasy, because it's easier for enemies to take ahold of you.

However, when he sees you absolutely shut down someone making unwanted advances at you, his fear dies down a little. Now he's impressed with your courage and your attitude.

He really likes your sharp tongue and carefree approach to life. You two make great friends at first. You're loyal, fierce, courageous and witty, while also thoughtful and kind and fair. Basically just his type.

He's glad when you show him your soft side, it really means a great deal to him, because it shows you trust him and feel comfortable around him. You also take off all that gear, as he likes to call your leather/denim jackets and spiky clothing/accesories. This might be the point where he slowly realises he might be falling in love with you.

If you decide to show him punk music or take him to a concert, he would fall in love, while, again, be a little concerned. He loves the wildness and anger of it, but seeing you throw yourself into a crowd of total strangers that could possibly stomp you to death is a little frightening and he asks himself if you've lost your mind. He might not join a mosh, but he'll be on the sidelines looking out for you. Also, he's not the type of person to delve deeply into the meaning of a song, but rather enjoys the feel of it, so he won't really care if the song is about police brutality, systematic racism or sexism, or if it is about being sad and smoking to cope (I'm looking at you fellow folkpunkers), but as I said, he'll enjoy the rawness and agression of it. Anyway, he likes punk a tiny bit better than Peter's music, but just because punk tends to be very lyrics centered.

If you ever decide to cut your head into a mohawk, he'd make fun of you for sure. After he'd calm down, he'd frequently and quite cheekily point out that you two are matching now. But all of your hairstyles make him interested, as well as your makeup looks, if you wear makeup. Whether you decide for liberty spikes, a mullet, mohawk, or shave your head completely, he is amazed.

The two of you are a very sassy couple, who take no shit from anyone!

Some tips on writing Latino OCs/characters

Avoid the stereotype of the sex-siren “fiesty” Latino tropes: This stereotype does more harm than good, as almost all classic TV representation for Latinos is shown as the big hypersexualized character. By boiling down a Latino character to simply their sexual appeal, it denies them of their cultural identification if they do not fit what non-Latinos imagine all of them look like. 

Not all Latinos speak Spanish: In fact, many Latinos do not speak Spanish that often or at all. Many times, non-bilingual/Spanish speaking individuals will write Latino characters “slipping” into speaking Spanish. This, obviously, does not happen in real life. If a Latino says something in Spanish then they meant to say it in Spanish. Here are some realistic reasons why a Latino character could say something in Spanish/Spanglish:

They are speaking to their grandparents or other people who only speak that language

For emphasis. I would sometimes speak to my partner in Spanish because I felt as though I could express myself better and more naturally (also ‘te amo’ feels more impactful than ‘I love you’, but that just may be a personal thing), but this did not occur often. 

They are short phrases that any non-Spanish speaker could pick up on. Hola, gracias, de nada, mucho mejor, qué onda, madre/parde, casa, por qué are all ones I use around my friends sometimes. Again, sometimes.

There are others I am sure, but please be careful when writing a Latino character speaking Spanish. As a Latino living in America, if I am be honest, unless speaking with other Spanish speaking individuals, I do not use the language all too often (just like any other language, weird how that happens). 

Do your research naming Latino characters: Please do not simply look up “Hispanic names” and choose the ones you like off of a list. If all your names look something like “Diego Rodriguez” then you are doing a bad job. Here are some tips: 

69% of South America is Catholic and 19% is Protestant. Using that information, you are bound to have a lot of religious names. All of my siblings are named after biblical figures. Some examples I see a lot are: Rebecca, Isaiah, Claudia, Gabriela, Marcus, Elizabeth etc.

In Latino culture, many times children take both their parents last names so their names would be hyphenated. For example: Father’s last name could be Perez-ABC and Mother’s could be Ramirez-XYZ so the child’s name would be Perez-Ramirez. 

This isn’t a hard and fast rule. If only one of the parents is Latino than most often they will simply do what most of Western culture does and take the father’s last name as the family name.

Represent many aspects of Latino culture: I far too often only see Mexican Latinos, which is great, but also there are many other countries/places to represent (Cuba, Colombia, Puerto Rico, Costa Rica, Peru, Chile, Honduras and more)

Latinos have a variety of hair colors and skin tones and body types, make them: Afro-Latino people exist, write them. White passing Latinos exist, write them (though if you are only ever writing Latinos with pale olive skin and eurocentric features, you’re doing it badly). Latino people with thick curly hair and bold features exist. Talk about it. Latinas are not just your vessel to write about “thicc” or curvy women. Petite Latinos and especially plus sized latinos need representation. Represent them. 

Latinos do not just eat ‘Mexican’ food: Stop associating all your characters with tacos and burritos. 

If you do have Latino characters don’t be afraid to make them queer or disabled or anything else under-represented. 

Avoid stereotypes altogether: The maid, the drug dealer, the sex symbol, the immigrant, we get it. That’s all we see in the media. Look up stereotypes, avoid them. It’s not “making a statement”, it’s racist, stop it. 

If you describe any Latino person as “spicy” or “exotic”………………… :) you know

Make sure the connection to their cultural background makes sense: Some Latinos have a strong connection to their country and culture, some do not. Make sure it makes sense for their family history, background, etc.

This is all I can sort of think of off the top of my head. Latino people, please feel free to add on with anything else (my experiences are a bit limited as a Puerto Rican living in America, so the more perspectives the merrier). White people and non-Latino POC’s can comment questions but please don’t clown (no “I am not latino but also…!)

Please reblog, this is important for non-Latino creators!

Aaaaaaaaaaaah, this was so cute! I could listen to Bruno ramblr about his rats forever!! I could also ramble about my rats forever too XD thank you so much!!

Hi! Could I please request a Bruno x reader where the reader is also a rat lover? Like maybe they have a bunch of them as pets etc.? (Definitely not me projecting myself into this ask, no, what are you talking about?😅)

‘Really? Me too!’

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x Gn!Reader

Summary: Bruno with a s/o who loves rats just as much as he does!

Pronouns: [they/them] for Reader and [he/him] for Bruno

Author Note: Of course! This is my first time writing for Bruno so I hope it’s good!

Requests are open

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Oh boy was he nervous to tell you about his little furry friends

In the past, most people didn’t react well and considered it weird

But you didn’t see it that way at all!

When he told you and introduced said rats, your face lit up with joy!

“Querido, I have some too! Wow this is perfect!”

He was shocked at first, but you looked so happy interacting with his rats

A small smile overtook his look of shock as he began telling you about each one

In all honesty, you never heard him talk so much about something

It warmed you heart to see him opening up as such!

And even after he told you about them all, you began talking about yours!

Such an incredible bonding experience that Bruno didn’t think he would ever experience with someone

“They’re so cool, Mi amor! I’ll have to introduce you to mine.” You smiled at Bruno as the rats seemingly scurried to other parts of the room.

“So-” He started, shifting in his spot. “You don’t find it weird at all? I know quite a few people do.”

You smiled softly, patting his head gently. “How could I?! They’re so cool to befriend!”

All his previous worries subsided at your words. He was so relieved to have someone share such an odd interest in other people’s books. It was.. comforting.

“I’ll bring mine over next time, alright? Oh! Or you can come and see them! Whichever you prefer!”

Bruno laughed quietly. “I would love that. I can’t wait to meet them, mi vida.”

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Author Note: THAT WAS SHORTER THAN ANTICIPATED IM SORRY! I hope it was okay! [im getting better at writing for Bruno. Once it comes out on disney+ i’ll do a lot better T-T]