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It baffles him how great she is with words because he is not. He is awkward but still she takes the time to read the odd novella that is his hidden personality. She reads every word vividly and in technicolor, in sepia, and in black and white and the canvas she paints of him in her mind is so flawless that he doubts he could ever live up to such perfection. But she assures him that each stroke is no lie and each shade she adds, layer by layer, is indeed what she sees in him despite the fact that he himself does not. She is solicitous and kind, responding gently to any and all the cold words he snaps at her. She is frustratingly understanding

“Are you sure the Doctor said we’re taking an off day?” You asked. Walking alongside Donna, your flip flops echoed in the TARDIS’s hallway. “Absolutely. Said it three or four times,” Donna replied confidently, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “He’s in the console room, waving his screwdriver around like he’s air traffic control or something.” You laughed and tugged on the strap of your bathing suit. “Well, it’s nice getting to relax some. And swimming was a great idea, thanks for asking me.” Oddly, a tiny smirk tugged at the corner of Donna’s mouth. &ldq

"You do realize what time it is, right?" "Yet you still showed~" Your eye twitched as you resisted the urge to punch the smug smile from Urahara's lips. Yawning with a huff, you rubbed your eyes and stomped your foot. "Only because Renji called me and told me it was an emergency!" Plus, Ichigo's yelling in the back ground with someone else only made the matter worse. But you were way to tired and worried to do that at the moment. Pushing past the shop owner, you walked with fast steps to the back. Reaching out, you pushed on the traditional Japanese doors and slip them open as you spoke, "If someone isn't dying-!" Stopping your sentence and

“I just want to be alone.” It was a simple statement. There was nothing over complicated about it, nor were there any flabbergasting words embedded within the sentence. Yet it seemed to (name) that no one could understand it. “Oh, don’t be like that, (name)! Come over and watch movies with me! You can have the first pick.” No. I’m not in the mood. “Hey, let’s go out for lunch! I’ll even pay for your food so you can’t use the excuse that you don’t have money.” I’m not hungry. “(Name), please…talk to me. I miss you.” Please just leave me alon

The Doctor was worried, you’d been avoiding him for what seemed like days, he could never tell in the Tardis, and when you were around you were withdrawn. You had always been shy and hesitant but never like this, he missed your usual soft giggle and quiet enthusiasm. The Tardis whirred as if trying to soothe his uneasy thoughts and he wondered if it had something to do with the fact that tomorrow was Christmas back on Earth. He pulled off his thick-framed glasses and ran a hand down his face with a sigh before ruffling his permanently wild hair and deciding call it a night. As soon as he left, you popped up in the console room, a smal

  Aka How the Avengers deal with a pmsing you Tony “Hello sweetheart.” Tony greeted you as you sat glaring at your coffee for not being hot enough. You sneered at the cheerful man before you while you grabbed a knife smeared with jelly and began to spread it on your toast. You went to dip the knife back into the bottle only to discover it had been moved. You pulled it back to you and quickly resumed preparing your breakfast as Tony hummed beside you. Anger started to build inside you as his humming increased in volume and eventually gave way to singing.       Thankfully Tony shut up before you grew homicidal. With a sigh of re

"If you don't mind me asking, were you always mute?" Bruce asked, cringing when the words came out. _________'s delicate hand crumpled the paper she was writing on. Bruce knew he'd touched a nerve. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, staring at the floor apologetically. She nodded, taking up the wrench again. She made a little figure of Iron Man, then one of Thor, then of Clint, one of Natasha, and a little metal Steve. She even made Steve's shield. She painted the little circles, each one painstakingly perfect. Bruce watched, completely entranced by her deft, accurate strokes. She smiled at her handiwork and let a little breath whisper over the fig