#but sometimes ill hear very loud words that are super clear

[maudiemoods]

Ok not cool why am I hearing voices

[love-toxin]

Hi! I’ve been reading a bunch about your new batch of oc’s (it’s really cool how they’re all super distinct from each other—that’s pretty hard to pull off, but you do it so well!) I was wondering (only if it’s ok!) to ask/req about how your new batch would react to a mouthy/sassy s/o who’s really not interested in a relationship? Thank you for your time and have a wonderful day!

merci!! ;w;

Leo

"I love you too much to let you push me around."

he may be domesticated, but there's no way he'll let your mouth run him away. he hates how much your laughter pisses him off in this moment, how it reminds him that you don't take him seriously enough to even consider his confession. nobody else makes him so crazy, so angry, so needy like the dog he's accepted that he is. you can barely collect yourself, and it's humiliating. it's all he can do to keep himself from baring his teeth and sink them into your neck to take you down and show you your place.

"are you serious, Leo?"

your voice cuts so deep into his chest, deeper than any knife of the most dire sharpness.

"this has to be a prank. you're not my type, puppy, and you know that."

you reach out to ruffle his ears, you think it's all just a joke at his own expense. you won't even look him in the eyes long enough to see how dark and cold they've become. if you don't see that he loves you now...

well, he'll just have to make it clear to everyone, so you'll never doubt him again.

Mel

"Mh? Is that an attitude I sense?"

it is. undoubtedly. but it's of little importance to him--he knows how to play this game, and he'll play it better than you ever will. you mouth off like you've never been shut up before, that much is very clear, and he didn't mind so much at first. thought it was just a little teasing back and forth, which isn't unnatural considering his personality.

but you don't wanna be his, and that's not allowed! haven't you realized by now that you're special? what the two of you have is rare, impossible even--he loves you so much he would give up his own life, and he knows you would do the same if you just admit it to yourself.

but you're so closed off. you serve back every flirtation with sass, get mouthy with him when he tries to be real and honest with you about anything, much less those times that you've been alone together and he tries to tell you how he feels.

this isn't how things are supposed to be. he won't let you shy away from the most passionate love he'll ever let you experience.

Noel

"Please, just listen to me....I love you."

how could you do this to him? just stop, pause, and stare right into his soul....and give him attitude? you're gonna make jokes like he didn't just pour his whole heart out to you?

what else can he do, now? he feels so lost, and for once your smile can't comfort him when you're holding back saying something rude to him. he doesn't want to cry, he wants to be strong, but the tears spill down his cheeks whether he wants them to or not.

"c'mon Noel, you know I don't want to be with you. is it really such a surprise?"

oh, now you've done it. his tears will abide soon, but only because he's realized what you're doing now.

you're just trying to string him along. test him to see if he's worthy enough to deserve being yours. and with that in the back of his head, he can find the strength to smile through the pain in his heart--because nobody has more patience than he does, and you'll understand just how much of your abuse he'll endure for the sake of your love.

Vivi

"So feisty, so cute! That's all I need to hear. You're mine."

it's adorable how you think a little brattiness will get you off the hook. don't you realize she's the master of this little game you've got going on? a few little scathing remarks aren't gonna make her run with her tail between her legs--in fact, quite the opposite. she loves the chase, after all.

"yeah right, Vivi. I don't think so, but thanks anyway."

aww, are you getting a little scared? she can see the twitch of your fingers against your arm, that look in your eye that befits an animal of prey. you couldn't get rid of her if you tried, and even if you did it would just end up pissing her off. so you keep hiding behind that wall of words you always put up to protect yourself, but she's gonna tear it down in seconds and take you for herself if you're not careful.

oh, dear. she didn't just say all that out loud, did she? your eyes are really struck with terror now...but it's such a cute look, isn't it? it really suits you more than all that attitude you like to give.

"just be still, darling." it'll hurt a lot more than your words ever could, otherwise.

Avi

"Settle down, little red. Don't make me bite you."

he's always liked playing with his food, but you bring a whole new meaning to that. you distract him with your little remarks and snarky comments, sometimes so much so that he forgets how perfect you would look with his teeth against your throat. he could choke you down and spit you up, churn you up from the inside out and leave you wanting more, absolutely ruin you so nobody else would even think of picking up such a filthy little pet.

and you still give him the best view of that pretty little mouth of yours. just that one comment alone has you giving him lip like your life depends on it, but all he can see is your energy wearing down bit by bit, your breaths getting slower with every passing word you spit back at him with more sass than you should be allowed. maybe he'll suit you up with a muzzle if you get this mouthy on your way back to his place.

just wear yourself out, he thinks to himself. you can't keep up the chase forever, little red.

Leigh

"I think you need to wash your mouth out."

does it not sound as serious when it comes from him? you laugh like you think he's joking, but he couldn't be more sincere. you like to tease him but this is different, this stings right in his heart and you know exactly how to twist the knife so it'll hurt the most. he can already imagine the expression you'll make when he grabs you by the jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks so you'll open up and he can squirt a bit of soapy foam on to your little pink tongue. just so you know he's really serious...but he can't stop thinking of sticking something else in there too, something that will really show you how serious he is.

he doesn't remember every little comment or ill-spirited jab, but the pang in his chest when you brush off his compliments and flirtations is enough for him to know it happens more often than it needs to. you're just being difficult for attention, and that's okay. you just need more of it, that's all, and who better to give it to you than him?

who better, darling? he'll wait for your answer, as long as it'll take to hear his name on the tip of your tongue.

Thorn

"Are you sure you wanna play this game with me?"

it's less of a question, more of a test. Thorn likes to drop these little riddles into your lap, and stand back to see how you'll react when he does. it's field research.

"you're gonna lose anyways, so what does it matter?"

oh, how cheeky. you always surprise him no matter what he throws at you, and this is no different--but this time he's just sick and tired of the answer. it's always the same no matter which way you phrase it, like unwrapping a candy and finding each one to be your least favourite flavour. there's always a part inside of him that thinks you're gonna change your mind one day, as if by a magical transformation--but no, you refuse, and to be honest it's really starting to irritate him.

you really don't know how good you could have it, do you? you don't understand how much he's been doing out of sight, and for you out of mind, just to ensure your happiness. you're royalty, and you don't even know it even when your prince is staring you right in the eyes, begging for the smallest scrap of your attention.

but you'll be the one begging soon. he knows it for sure.

Ilya

"That's enough out of you."

you may find it funny, but he doesn't think the same about you mocking him. sometimes he dreams about slapping that stupid little smirk off your face, but he's swiftly reminded that that may garner him the opposite reaction that he wants. people don't often take kindly to violence, that's right....but oh, you make it look so tempting. perhaps one day he'll get the chance to feel your throat bend beneath his palms, and listen to those sweet cries sputtering off your lips as you gasp for air....but you have to accept his love first, and you've promised him that it's never going to happen.

don't you realize how it breaks his heart? that your rejection time and time again is enough to make him feel like he may just die without you? why do you always do this to him?

he just has to collect himself. breathe. remember that your constitution is much weaker than his--you can't keep up this fight forever, and once you realize that he has no intention of letting you be loved by another soul on this earth, that's when he'll swoop in and claim you all for himself.

[mitts2002]

Aight’ Bet

Hi this is my first time posting on here so I hope whoever is reading this enjoys!! This is a noritoshi kamo x reader where the nori and (Y/N) need a little push from their wonderful Gojo sensei to finally confess~

"Dont you think (Y/N) and noritoshi would make the cutest couple!?" Gojo screamed over the phone to Utahime who sighed in response.

"I can't help but disagree Gojo, Noritoshi doesn't seem ready for a relationship plus is the only reason you rang me really to discuss our students non existent love lives?" Utahime retorted knowing that the couple would in fact be adorable yet refusing to accept that Gojo could actually be right about something.

"No Utahime! I bet if them two were able to spend a few hours together the tension would build up so high that one of them would burst and BAM a couple would be born" the blue eyed male replied, the volume of his voice increasing with each word trying to convince her that they were the highschool sweethearts the jujustu world needed.

“How could you even say that!? I get that its cute whenever they glance at each other and shy away with cute little blushing cheeks but i bet it would take more than a few hours for a whole relationship to-” “OH you bet“ Gojo interrupted an obvious smirk on his face knowing Utahime wouldn’t back down from his advances.

“you know what i meant idiot i wasn’t actually trying to make a bet with you especially after what happened last time” the black haired woman scoffed after hearing a chuckle through the phone.

“Aight’ bet! tomorrow ill bring my second years to kyoto for some training and then lets see if something happens between our precious students“ Gojo proposed excitedly as if he were a child in a sweet shop.

“you know what fine! and im only agreeing cause i know nothings gonna happen tomorrow between them i mean noritoshi is too stiff and (Y/N) always backs out last minute” utahime exclaimed not wanting to prove Gojo right. “GREAT! if i win then you will have to be my slave for 2 whole days and if you win ill be your-” “wait i never agreed to that!” “see ya tomorrow then!” Gojo had quickly rushed his farewells before hanging up relieved he avoided Utahime’s lecture.

"Alright class!" Gojo sensei yelled excitingly as he burst through the doors. This overgrown man child always had something new, it could never be a regular class where his students actually learn then were let out for a break. No Gojo Satorou had to be the most extra male on this earth and for the first time ever it worked in his second year student (Y/N)'s favour.

"What it is now?" Maki groaned with an annoyed expression on her face. No one could blame her though after all the blindfolded man put his beloved students through. "Don't be so sour maki! Be like me a sweet little mochi~ Oh and before I forget I wanted to let you all know that we will meeting with our lovely sister school for some training. Isnt that great!?" Gojo sensei had announced clapping his hands and smiling brightly.

'I wonder if training is all this is' (Y/N) thought to herself realising how sus this situation was before speaking out "wait Gojo sensei weren't we meant to learn a super secret technique today? You said that you were gonna show it us yesterday and that nothing could stop you" (Y/N) questioned as Inumaki gave a little "shake" for support.

"Well my dear (Y/N) something VERY important has come up and we must go to kyoto immediately. You have no right to deny and we will be leaving in 30 minutes so go grab whatever you kids need" Gojo sensei had practically sung before skipping out the door. What an odd man everyone collectively thought before getting up to grab whatever they needed.

30 minutes has passed and in that time panda had gathered his and maki's weapons while you and toge stocked up on cough medicine and basic medical equipment. The journey was short since Gojo had practically teleported you all there and all that was left was to approach the students.

A few figures from the distance were slowly coming into view and (Y/N) could vaguely make out that only utahime, miwa, mai, momo and noritoshi had attended this last minute joint training.

Despite the others reaching and gathering around your small group of second years giving their greetings the only thing your eyes could focus on was noritoshi’s thick black hair as it gently swayed in the breeze. Honestly it was as if the man was in a L'Oréal advert or something.

"(Y/N) stop staring we all know you both have this weird thing going on but we're here to train not flirt dumbass" Maki had whispered into your ear but little did she know that you were in fact here to flirt and not train due to a certain bet between two teachers.

“alright kids listen up! me and the wonderful Utahime sensei have set up this last minute training as its always good to train with new people and techniques. Everyone will be working in pairs“ Gojo announced before Utahime continued.

“The teams we decided on today will be Maki and Miwa, Momo and Imumaki, Panda and Mai then (Y/N) and Noritoshi. Eveyones free to do whatever they want in their sparring matches just don’t severely injure each other, me and Gojo will be watching over the matches and determine the winners“ Utahime informed all the students before they scurried off to in different spaced out areas.

"So Noritoshi how are you? Its been a while since we've last seen eachother" (Y/N) said trying not to let her nervousness show.

"I'm alright just studying and training to be honest. Although I recently started to practice cursive and can even write my own name now" he responded with pride and a small nice.

You laughed causing Noritoshi to cock his head to the side in confusion. "Is there something wrong with cursive?" His deep voice asked with clear offense.

"No no it's just that's so freaking cute and you look so happy about it too" (Y/N) teased with more laughter and ruffled his hair

"Oi don't touch my hair do you know how long it takes to do these wrap bang things?"

"Well how would I know I've never done them nori"

"Well one day I could teach you if you'd like" Noritoshi offered looking to the side trying to hide his red cheeks.

"Aww I'd love that I'm awful at doing hair to be honest so learning some new styles would be great but first we gotta get this dumb sparring match over and done with" (Y/N) moaned as she got into position.

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An hour had flew by and the students were taking a break from their matches happily chatting away while the teachers spoke in private about their progress. “come on look at the way they look at eachother OH (Y/N) touched his shoulder SHES FLIRTIN-” “GOJO SHUT THE FUCK UP YOUR SO DAMN LOUD” “sorry but loooook they in love” Gojo cried out with fake tears in his cerulean eyes

“Alright lets just observe look theyre going to the vending machine to get some drinks like FRIENDS DO“ Utahime emphasised on the friends worried she might lose and become this awful mans slave for 2 days.

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“Nori im gonna go get a drink from the vending machine do you want one?” “Actually ill just come with you if you dont mind” “OH sure thats fine does anyone else want anything!?” (Y/N) yelled to the whole group receiving a choir of get me this please or get me that and the single tuna mayo.

The walk to the vending machine was quiet but a comfortable silence had fallen upon the pair. It was always like this when you were around Noritoshi Kamo. Peaceful. She didnt feel the need to go the extra mile to entertain him or ensure he wasn’t bored in your presence as your playful banter and sarcastic remarks towards one another was enough for the both of you. 

“(Y/N) is it me or have Gojo and Utahime sensei been staring at us more than the others?“ Noritoshi questioned unable to shake off the feeling of being watched. “Um i’m not too sure i havent been really paying attention to anything other than yo-“ Embarrasment washed over (Y/N) as the words flew out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

“Is that so?“ Nori smirked slightly as you swore you could drop dead right here in this moment. “No i just meant that” “Meant what?“ Noritoshi interrupted leaning closer as you fumbled through your words

“OH LOOK the vending machine is right there better get those drinks“ You quickly said and scrambled away before Noritoshi could get any closer.

“SEE Nori was too intimidating and (Y/N) ran off despite clearly wanting him! its never gonna happen today“ Utahime whispered to Gojo benhind the bushes as he shook his head. “Trust me i have faith in my wonderful (Y/N) I AINT RAISED NO BITCH“ He exclaimed in response while Utahime facepalmed.

The two young adults had collected all the drinks they needed and were ready to walk back to the group. ‘come on (Y/N) you’ve liked this man forever now and everyone knows he must like you back ITS NOW OR NEVER HOE’ (Y/N) screamed words of encouragement to herself before grabbing Noritoshi’s sleeve.

“Is everything alright (Y/N)?” “I have something ive been meaning to tell you Nori, I um like you a lot and i’d like to take you out if you dont mind” (Y/N) had practically yelled at the poor boy because of her stupid nerves and adrenaline.

The silence was broken by an angelic laughter coming from none other than Noritoshi Kamo. “Well i would’ve liked to be the one to take you out but i guess sometimes its alright for traditions and stereotypes to be broken by the younger generation” Nori responded as he walked closer to (Y/N) wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a sweet kiss. The kiss was messy and clearly new to the both but filled with much love and passion that was finally being expressed by the pair.

As their lips eventually pulled away never wanting this to end, heavy breaths filled the air and cheeks flushed but all that was interrupted by a white haired male clapping in the background screaming “YES I WIN” while the other teacher crouched to the ground tears in her eyes.

[to00ch]

I love what you write! If not, can I please ask HC for Heartslabyul, Leona and Malleus with a "madly" eccentric and cheerful reader like the Mad Hatter who can become more frightening and violent when someone hurts or speaks ill of the reader's loved ones? (on the same level as Floyd when he is in a bad mood lmao).

I feel like most of them turned out rather platonic aaaa I am not sure if I correctly potrayed ‘reader’ as a madly eccentric character, I just wrote them based on my interpretation on how I viewed the mad hatter hahaha

I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless <3

Tags: hinted romance, platonic love, mad hatter!reader

Characters: Heartsabyul babies, Leona Kingscholar & Malleus Draconia

Riddle Rosehearts

he’d be having plenty headaches from you

sometimes he’d use his magic on you cause he’s so tired of you breaking the rules, but that’s only if your actions are too much for him to handle

you have a lot of fun teasing him honestly, cause he’s super cute when he’s mad!! whenever he’d use his unique magic on you, you would bug him more, so in the end he’d undo his magic and let you go

“Riddle~ please let me go hehe, I’ll behave? I think?” you’d repeat a number of times

You’re really protective of him, since you’re very fond of him. When you hear someone trash talking him, you won’t hesitate to throw them in a bin

“Oh my god, (y/n) how many times do I have to tell you to stop doing that?” he’d scold you as he rubs his temples “But Riddle, they were speaking ill of you! How dare they! Talking trash about my favourite person, so I decided that it’ll be good if I dumped them in an actual trash can!” you huffed. 

Moments like this though, made him soften up a little for you, he didn’t show it though, cause if you knew that that made him happy, you would actually be more encouraged to do those things again. “Seriously, what am I to do with you,” he’d sigh and shake his head

Trey Clover

Trey is very good at handling you, it’s like handling a child

He really didn’t mind it, it amused him

Sometimes he’d get overwhelmed from it though, so he’d gently tell you to calm down a little

He always made you your favourite dessert, served with his special tea blend! He loved making you happy! But you felt like he always made you happy regardless

Trey always called you a good girl/boy if you calmed a little, and give you head pats

He gets really worried if you started acting brashly when you’re angry, so what he’d do is give you a butterfly hug (a method used to calm a person down) and made sure you breathed properly

“Sorry Trey, but they were bad mouthing you, I couldn’t let it go! I wish you didn’t do that to me so I can teach them a lesson,” you pouted. That made him chuckle a bit. “You see, (y/n), being violent could lead to something worse, and I don’t want anything bad happening to you,” he said gently as he rubbed your arm “You should really count to three before you act okay?” 

Cater Diamond

Dear lord, sometimes it could get tiring with you around so sometimes he would leave it to his clones

He’d try his best to avoid you, cause you knew which is the real Cater. How exactly? Well, you just knew

Oh but when you dress up eccentrically he’d take a picture and upload it on Magicam! And somehow it got pretty trendy, he knew what he was doing

Sometimes though he actually enjoyed hanging out with you, cause you were super eccentric, so he never got bored regarding the topics you talked about

During tea parties, he would sit with you! And you guys would gossip a lot, sometimes it got rlly funny and you couldn’t contain your laughter, so you laughed really loud and he’d close your mouth when people looked at the both of you

Cater didn’t mind people talking bad about him, well, atleast, he pretended to not care; which made you pissed when people were just being as*holes to him, purposely or not, and you just gave them a punch in the guts without any regrets. 

“Um, I guess I should say thank you? Oh but we totally gotta take a pic together, I won’t upload it though, its just a small memento,” and the both of you would casually take a selfie with the guys who messed around earlier on the ground, looking very much in pain

Ace Trappola

Phew, you guys would bicker everyday it gets worse when Grim is involved

Oh I think you guys would be the biggest headache combined, if you both weren’t fighting, you guys would sometimes gang up on teasing others

When you made stupid remarks he’d say “bro,,,,what IS going on in your head. I think about that every day,” you would look at him and giggle before pinching his nose “The fact that you’re thinking about me makes me kinda flattered,” and he’d pretend like he’s gagging

He won’t ever admit it but he really enjoys your company, if you weren’t there he’d ask your whereabouts

When he’s down, you’d always brighten up his moods by giving some random ass brain fart you thought of that day. It always worked, “you’re so weird, I’m getting worried,” he’d say but with a smile

Once he was picked on by a senior when you were there with him. Cause yknow he ‘bumped’ against that senior, and well the senior was like those typical “oH yoU bUmpEd me so aPologIse,” and obviously ace, being ace, was defending himself, which made that guy almost punch him but you just grabbed that dude’s arm and gave it a twist and threw him on the ground which came with a loud thud 

Ace smirked and gave you a high five and the both of you just left to wherever you guys were about to go and you guys kept on reenacting the scene otw

Deuce Spade

Deuce is very awkward around you, he didn’t know how to respond to your energy at first

But well people in NRC are all weird so this isn’t new, but he thinks the way you dress eccentrically is pretty cool

“Oh wow, where’d you get that fit? That’s pretty cool I’d be happy to wear something like that,”

Sometimes he unintentionally joins in your antics, then he suddenly realises that he has to act like an honour student

“Hey! We should probably start behaving. Jeez....I could’ve ruined my chance on being an honour student,” he’d clear his throat and return to his goody boy side “Aw c’mon Deuce, you’re no fun,” you’d tease him 

When he calls his mom you would always interfere him and embarrass himb

Ngl tho if the both of you were involved in a fight you’d partner up instead and scare those people away before they can even do stuff to the both of you 

Leona Kingscholar

He does not have the time and energy to deal with you honestly

Locks his room door before you can barge in

“Leona!!” *bangs door* “Open up, pretty please~” then you’d cackle

Groans all day long every time you bother him

But because he’s so used to you bothering him it’d be pretty weird if you didn’t show up sometimes, but he’d also be like “Good Lord, finally some silence,”

He was thankful though, there was this one time where you lost your sh*t when someone was insulting him for how he won’t ever be crown prince and you gave em a good whack plus a bunch of insults to feed em up

He started seeing you as a likeable person but definitely won’t admit it at all. He’s a tad bit tsundere but he got protective of you too and you’d tease him a lot regarding that

Malleus Draconia

He was kinda shocked at first how you easily just approached him, and you were very cheerful about it too!

Yours and his dynamic is the reserved one and the wild one, it was always a weird sight for people to see the both of you together

Oh people do be avoiding the both of you btw

Sebek would often scold you for acting such way towards Malleus and you would always just get on his nerves and the only way for the both of you to settle that is by Malleus’ words

“Well, I don’t really mind (y/n)’s company,” he’d say and you would stick your tongue out to Sebek who would mutter under his breath

You would always play tamagotchi with him together and compare each other’s, it would honestly go on for some time

There was a time when he saw you being violent and he’d be very shocked about it, so he used his magic to restrict you for a bit to calm you down, it was too strong for you so you ended up falling asleep from fatigue. He was very worried about you, so he took care of you the whole time you were asleep

[lokidrabbles]

Living For You (Loki x Reader)

Loki reflects on his newly developed relationship with reader, all while keeping them safe from an aggressive admirer from work

A/N: A longer one shot focusing on that sweet Loki POV and relationship development. I know it’s super cheese to have the whole partner protects you from unwarranted advances, but it makes for some interesting stuff! As always, Gender Neutral Reader! Warnings: Uncomfortable situations with insistent people who won’t take no for an answer? Otherwise, pretty fluff

Recently, things had become more manageable, at least in New York. Loki did acknowledge his arrangement on Midgard grew feasible now, and although he still received condemning glares from Stark and his entourage, it was more practical to put it in the back of his head. He attributed this to finally integrating himself among the Avengers and the pseudo-hero role that was imposed on him, but mostly due to you making things much more bearable for him while in New York. 

 His arrangement with the Avengers became interesting with you around, more tolerable. It had been recent since you and Loki confided in each other. You both had openly admitted your attraction to each other and one thing led to another. As things progressed, you had been very clear to take things slowly, not as an offense to him, but because you didn’t want it to become workplace gossip (and risk losing your job).

Humans liked to over complicate things, he figured, but he didn’t take any jabs at you for it. He liked you and that was as plain as it was. Now, the direction this relationship with you would take? He wasn’t sure about it. He avoided dwelling on the million reasons how it could possibly turn sour as to avoid sabotaging the opportunity himself. Instead, he enjoyed the present shenanigans you both would be involved in together and how it would at least aid him in brushing off  the fact that Stark and the Avengers continued to vilify him passively.  He felt happier having you around, and despite things being uncertain, it was therapeutic having you around to throw banter with.

It was as casual as it could possibly be. He’d meander around the facility to find you, strike up a conversation, but nothing beyond that. He’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t think about kissing you again like the first time. His memory remained vivid of your soft lips onto his, still unsure of how he’d respond to such an act. This was something he still didn’t mention to you but he continued to long for you coy kiss, allowing himself to think about entanglements beyond that.

He respected your boundaries however, and unless he had a clear say signal, he wouldn’t make any bold moves just yet. Besides, the build up to something like that would be much more savory this way.

Loki took you as a fairly attractive human for his standards. Not just with your physical appearance, but the way you presented yourself. You were quick witted and playful but easy to talk to regardless. You didn’t shy away from having conversations with him just about anything, and although you both came from very different worlds, the connection was instant. Needless to say, you were genuine with yourself and how you projected onto others.

Because of this, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Loki to quickly catch onto another staff member on your floor also having a certain interest in you.

Loki often hovered around your area any time he was back at the facility, but a new method would be warranted to ensure none of that unnecessary ‘gossip’ would begin. Despite it being something he shouldn’t be doing, Loki would utilize his illusions to disguise himself as random staff members and workers around the facility, just enough to take away any suspicion from his affliction with you. You were quick to catch onto his disguises, especially when he would casually stroll into your office and give you a quick wink as a random office worker. It was all part of the shenanigans you’d be involved with unwillingly, but he knew it brightened up your work day in some sense.

Loki’s illusions granted him close observation of those around you, especially the man who was blatantly interested in you. A fellow co-worker of yours, someone who had to provide you with daily reports and therefore would need to have some type of daily interaction with you. It was written all over his face. You weren’t completely clueless over the matter and continued to interact with him in the most appropriate work place manner possible.

Loki scoffed at how sheepish this man looked around you. His fidgeting fingers and lingering eyes told Loki he had an eye out for you for quite some time but was still too cowardly to say or do anything about it. He could tell this man would concoct ways to approach you in efforts to exchange a couple of words, only to have you completely ignore any tell tale signs. You were attentive with him of course, but nothing more. It satisfied Loki. It was ridiculous to assume he was jealous of this man, but it didn’t deter him from keeping watch over how he interacted with you. After all, how could he pride himself of having your interest if other men began to rush all over you? It wasn’t within his line of work.

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“He has his sights clearly on you.” Loki had said teasingly to you one evening after you had just finished a couple of reports. “I wonder how harsh you’ll be in letting him down.”

“Oh? What makes you so sure I’ll let him down if he asks anything?” You played with him like this often, which only fueled his motivation to be as arrogant as he could be.

“Perhaps because absolutely no one compares to me?” He retorted, hand plastered over his chest. “It’s a fact you should start getting used to.”

You scoffed at his theatrics. “You know, for taking things slowly, you really seem to be enjoying taking this boyfriend role already.”

“Boyfriend? Don’t be such a child. I’d rather be referred to as, the love of your life.”

“God, shut up. You’re so embarrassing.” You responded with a twisted smile.

“The flush on your face says otherwise, sweet thing.”

-

Unsurprisingly enough, the scenario Loki had teased you about presented itself to you later into the week. You had told Loki about how this co-worker had boldly approached you about going out sometime for a date and the excruciating efforts you had to make with letting him down gently, making it clear you were not interested in him in that way. You explained to Loki how awkward it had made the process at work now since you would need to have constant interaction with him and how his entire attitude around you had changed. Unbeknownst to you, Loki gleamed with the thought of you letting down the advances of this man solely because your interests lied with himself instead.

“What do you mean?” Loki asked hiding away a satisfied grin.

“He’s just super blunt and quick with stuff he needs to turn in to me. Like, I’ll have a question to ask about something and he zooms out of the office. I think I wrecked him.” You explained, your mouth twisting in worry.

“That’s his own volition then. You didn’t do anything wrong, you were simply being honest with him. If he can’t manage with that fact then he is quite the weak willed man.”

You squinted your eyes at him. “You sure you’re not just saying that because I rejected his advances in favor of you?”

“Well, yes. Is there a problem?”

-

Days had gone by and Loki continued to observe your admirer from afar through the guise of his illusion. There was something wrong with him. Again, Loki’s observation skills provided him with the clear indication that he had not taken your rejection rather well. Loki caught on to the man’s gaze and how dramatically it had changed. What was an obsessive, admirable stare now became calculated and resentful. He wouldn’t say much to you, but would still notably make efforts to come to your office as often as possible. This piqued at Loki’s interest, but more so, it cautioned him to keep a watchful eye over whatever ill intentions this man had with you. Loki knew men of that nature, and he knew how far they could fall when they don’t get what they want.

Towards the end of your shift, your admirer had once again made way to your office. Loki cast an illusion over himself as one of the security guards on your floor and placed himself strategically where he could see and hear the both of you through the open door of your office. Most security guards at the facility were often watchful of their surroundings, which allowed him to perfectly blend in with his surrounding. He heard you make small conversation with him, something relating to being relieved for the weekend, but he wouldn’t budge. Once you had thanked him for turning in some reports he had made it clear he had no intention of leaving your office yet. Loki’s brow furrowed onto him, his intuition continuing to tell him this man was up to something.

“What’s wrong?” You had asked him.

“Look, I’m sorry.” He began with a faltered laugh. “But I just can’t get over you rejecting me the other day. I have to ask, why?”

Ah. Loki figured as much. This man couldn’t handle something like that from you. Pathetic.

“Wow. I mean, wasn’t I clear?” You responded while gesturing at yourself. “I’m not interested, and I’m sorry. But that’s as respectful as I can be about it.”

“Who do you think you are?” His voice became loud and aggressive, triggering Loki’s defensive instincts.

“Hey, cool it. This is not the place or time to be talking to me about this.” You responded to him but Loki caught on quickly to the shakiness in your voice. You were getting nervous. Loki felt his fist clench, almost ready to instinctively conjure a dagger.

“Oh stop it. Don’t talk down to me like that, after all the efforts I put in for you.” He continued raising his voice at you, instantly pissing off Loki. A rage began to build in the pit of his stomach and a single thought ran in his head. This cretin had the audacity to speak to you, his human, in such a way.

After all, Loki took it upon himself to be your protector, your guardian. It wasn’t out of possessiveness but an affirmation that you, his human, were his to keep watch over. Loki was your tree, and he would protect you under his shade as much as he could.

The opportunity was open for him to simply dash in and knock out this excuse of a man right out.

“Excuse me? Just because we work together doesn’t mean I’m obligated to respond to your advances.” You had responded to him. “I was as respectful as I possibly was with you, what more do you want?” Loki continued to take notice at how uncomfortable you had become. Your usual calm demeanor was shattered by this cretin’s uncalled entitlement. Loki almost lost control of his disguise for a bit.

“You owe me, it’s as clear as that.” He continued, stopping for a bit and taking a long, deep breath. “Look, we can just forget about this and just grab something later this evening. What do you say?”

“Man, you’re insistent aren’t you? I’ve already told you no.” You said, this time standing up from your seat. “ And the reason being is because I’m already involved with someone else. So please, this is the last time I tell you. Leave it be.”

“Are you serious? (Y/N), stop being so fucking difficult!” He slammed a fist onto your desk, causing you to jump.

Bad move.

It all happened within a few seconds. The illusion dissipated, and the ‘ordinary guard’ was instantly replaced by Loki’s regal presence. Loki slammed his face against your desk, twisted and locked his arm in place behind his back, all within the blink of an eye. You pushed yourself back against the wall behind you in shock at the abrupt physicality in front of you. Loki knew this was extremely risky to do, knowing the security cameras could probably catch all of his actions. Simply put, he didn’t care. His only priority was protecting you and getting this piece of human garbage out of your sight.

The man pinned under Loki groaned and cried out to be let go. “Stop, you’re hurting me!”

“Quiet.” Loki snarled. “You were about to lay a finger on them, weren’t you? A huge mistake on your part. Now, how easy would it be for me to pop out your arm out of its socket?”

It would be ridiculously easy for Loki to have mutilated the man then and there. His arm would easily snap with Loki’s inhuman strength and the temptation was just at the tip of his fingers. He wouldn’t do it however, not with you there.

“Loki.” He heard you shakily call out to him, snapping him out of his violent thinking. “Loki, calm down. It’s fine, let him go.”

“Wait, Loki? Are you fucking kidding me?” The man pinned yelped out, only to groan in pain once Loki twisted his arm even harder.

“I told you to be quiet. Now listen. I won’t cause you any harm because this really isn’t a fair fight. However, I do want to make it known that if you ever come by and even land a single glance onto (Y/N), I won’t be so merciful next time.”

“Loki, stop!” You yelped out at him.

Right on cue, Loki released his grip on him, and the man stumbled backwards. He shot an incredulous look at the both of you, which Loki interpreted as shock and lingering fear. His life was in danger for a brief moment after all.

He padded out of your office, hanging his head lowly. He muttered something as he trailed off, but both you and Loki paid no heed to whatever else he had left to say. Loki was certain he wouldn’t even dare mention this to anyone after the threat that was placed on him. His intimidation tactics, while cruel, were still very useful to himself. 

“God, Loki.” You said lowly, stepping out from behind your desk. “Thank you, I don’t know what came over him.”

“Stop, it’s fine. Are you alright?”

Before you could respond to him, he approached you and carefully cupped your face towards his own. He planted a desperate kiss onto you, giving in to the inclination he was holding back for weeks now. To hell with whatever you wanted to do with taking things slowly. A rush of warm energy filled him once he felt you reciprocate with your own longing lips. He knew you were aching for it too. You gently pulled back, looking up at him with glassy eyes.

“I can’t believe that happened.” You said, pushing your hair out of your face. “I didn’t think it’d escalate in such a way.”

“Are you sure you’re well? You became terrified for a moment there.” He asked you as his gaze softened.

“Yeah, I’m good. I just can’t believe it had to come to that.”

“Men like that are erratic. I’d consider things fortunate on your end since I was around. A little lesson for you. Whenever a man has a fist formed in a heated argument, it’s a good way to indicate that he will be aggressive. Trust me.”

“Are you serious? I didn’t even notice that. Do you think, he was-“

“That doesn’t matter now.” He interrupted you. “What matters is that he will bother you no more, I will ensure of that.”

“Well, let me talk to Tony about what happened too. At least, to make sure he’s transferred somewhere else and to make sure you don’t get into trouble.” You said, gesturing to the security camera at the corner of your office.

“Don’t worry about me.” He scoffed, appreciating your concern for him. “I can tolerate whatever Stark dishes out to me, but it would be very beneficial to ensure this cretin is forever out of your sight.”

You nodded. “Yeah, I’ll get on that first thing tomorrow morning. Man, I wasn’t even involved in that brawl but I feel so drained now. Is this what you’re going to do every time someone hits on me?”

He rolled his eyes. It was too easy to respond absolutely yes to that. “Of course not. Don’t take me for a jealous type. I will however make sure no one harms you in any shape or form.”

You chuckled. There was that coy smile again, and Loki felt the tension be released from his shoulders. It was a strange feeling, something he didn’t feel for a long time. That easiness of having a person feel so safe and secure with you. It wasn’t gratifying, but it made him feel like he belonged along side with you. The sentiment grew a bit more, slowly blossoming into a much deeper, stronger intent. He didn’t like you anymore; he cherished you.

“By the way, you’re doing extremely good with this whole boyfriend, err, love of my life thing. It was kinda sexy actually.” You said with a playful grin. He chuckled lowly. “That’s what comes with the entire package dear. Shall we venture forth into the evening? Perhaps we could continue discussing how I bravely defended your honor.”

“Really? I mean, if that’s what you want. I was thinking we could have some sex but if you’d really rather just talk.” You retorted mockingly.

“You’re catching much of my sense of humor I see. Besides, what happened to wanting to take things slowly?”

“Well, I figured you care about me deeply if you’re willing to go out of your way to maim a man for me.”

He knew it was all just playful banter, but your questioning of his care for you did tug at him. “Do you think I don’t care about you?”

He saw your smile begin to dwindle to something much smaller. The sourness settled in, and this was one of the million of reasons that he had stored way in the recess of his mind. It was very possibly you had wanted to start things slow at first due to doubting his own feelings for you. He didn’t blame you.

“It’s not that.” You said lowly, your tone becoming more serious. “I mean, I know this is something new to us, but I was just careful about moving in too quickly. Or... is that selfish of me?” “No, it’s not.” He answered. “I think if a human wanted to have a relationship with me, they’d have every right to be wary. I’m not the easiest man to be with.”

“Well, I feel very comfortable with you. And much safer.”

Loki reached out for your hand and gently covered it with his own. He brought it up to his face, to his lips, just close enough for him to brush them against your knuckles.

“I do care about what happens to you.” He began. “And I’d much rather display our entanglement to the public if matters like this will keep happening to you.”

“I don’t think anything else like this will happen.” You assured him. “And if it does, I’m more than confident you’ll take care of it. But...I do still want to keep us....low-key.”

Your eyes veered to the side and Loki felt you holding back a snort.

He let go of your hand instantly, staring at you with his mouth agape. “I can’t believe you really used that on me. How old are you?”

“Oh, come on! It was perfectly used, you got to admit.”

“No. You’ve completely ruined the moment. I hope you’re proud of yourself.”

-

You continued with your efforts in making it known how brilliantly you had set up that line to be, much to Loki’s dismay. Things would remain at a slow, casual pace, just to test out the waters and see how far things could go with the both of you. Loki, again, shoved those intrusive memories at the back of his head, adapting himself to be present in these moments with you. A relationship with a Midgardian was new to him, and although there would still be kinks and knots to straighten out, it would be worthwhile just to continue seeing that gleeful smile on your face whenever he’d be in your presence.

He brought you joy, and you gifted him with something much more meaningful. Something to protect.

[alex-fucking-dempsey]

hi love! you don’t have to but could you write a zalex fic during the camping trip where after everyone finds out about winston and alex zach checks on him and they have this super cute moment where they’re like just looking at the stats/moon? kinda like the clannah scene in s1

The Same Person That I Need is The One I'm Running From

    The woods were still, they were quiet except for the occasional who-ing of owls, the rustles of the leaves, the movement of fabric as people moved in their sleep. Alex had been lying awake, he was freezing and heartbroken. Alex had his big yellow jacket on as well as being wrapped up like a burrito in his sleeping bag. He sighed, he felt so fucking betrayed and used and disgusting. He can’t believe he was played and lied to like that, he ran a hand down his face and That’s when he heard the crack of a stick right next to his tent. He saw the shadow of someone right next to his tent, his heartbeat quickened, what if it was a murderer. Alex decided he had faced scarier in his short 17-years of living and took a deep breath, waiting for the figure to go away, slowly the shadow moved towards the front of Alex and his father’s tent, then he heard a small “Alex,” He knew exactly who it was when he heard the voice, he rolled his eyes at the antics of the boy. He unzipped his sleeping bag quietly before crawling towards the front of the tent, unzipping the zippered up entrance. Seeing a familiar goofy and lopsided smile, Zach Dempsey, worlds resident sweetheart, Alex’s best friend. 

    “What do you want?” Alex said peeking his head through the entrance, he realized how close he was to Zach’s face, Alex flushed backing up from the entrance. 

    “Come out here with me,” He smiled. Alex nodded, wearily. He never needed much of reason to go with Zach, he would follow him into a void if he smiled at him like that. He zipped the tent back up before turning around and facing the boy who dragged him out of his deep and heavy thoughts. “Okay, I’m out here what do you want Dempsey?” Alex said folded his arms across his chest, his eyebrows raised.

    “Can’t a man tell his best friend to wake up without wanting anything?” Alex rolled his eyes, looking at him expectedly. A small paused, Zach, said more carefully, “I heard what happened…” 

    Alex sighed walking away from Zach and the campsite, it was no one’s business. He was furious with the way news of the two of them had got around not only was he furious about that it had gotten around but that it had reached Zach, the one person he deliberately didn’t want to know. Zach had followed him wordlessly. 

    “I’m okay, you know…”

    “I can’t believe that when the last time you said-” Zach inched closer to the boy in front of him with a frown painted on his lips.

    “I know…” Alex whispered. He let out a loud exhale, “I really am okay, Zach,” He said turning away from Zach, he knew he’d see the lie in his face if he saw it. 

    “I can tell you’re not…” He said crossing his arms, “You think I can’t hear it in your voice?”

    “Well, what about you huh?!” Alex’s voice crack, he felt like crying. He turned sharply in the direction of Zach.

    “What about me?” 

    “You obviously aren’t okay,” Alex ran looked down at his shoes, “Stop caring about other people and care about yourself for once, asshole!” He rolled his eyes, looking away from Zach.

    “I want to show you something,” Alex squinted his eyes a little taken back by the boy’s words, wordlessly, he nodded, Zach took the lead, the walk was awkward and uncomfortable. It was filled with the boys breathing, and the sound of twigs snapping underneath their weight. They came to a cliff, that overlooked the lake, the stars were brighter than Alex had ever seen. The small waves crashed on the shore, Alex thought it was rather peaceful. 

    Zach wordless walked towards the edge which caused Alex’s heart rate to speed up, although Zach didn’t completely sit at the edge, he sat closer to where the two were standing. Zach patted the hard ground next to him as a signal for him to come and sit next to him, Alex hesitantly took the gesture sitting down next to him with a groan. Zach looked up at the sky, then back at Alex. “I care about you, man,” Zach said in a small voice, “I’m sorry he used you,” Alex shifted uncomfortably looking out at the lake. 

    Alex furrowed his brows together, “I just…” Alex had a lot of frustration bubbling inside him. He was so hurt that people continue to use him, first Jessica, then Winston when does he get a fucking break. He let out a loud exhale, “Why do people do this me?” He said sadness and confusion filled his voice as he tucked his knees into his chest, he started to shake as the tears he’s held in almost all day were released. Zach hesitantly put a hand on his smaller counterparts shoulder, making the boy jump as a reaction, Zach felt him ease up underneath his touch. He sniffed loudly, before looking up wiping his tears on the sleeve of the yellow jacket. He laughed although, it was bitter and cold, completely void of humor. “Why am I not good enough for anyone, Zach?” He had his head on his arms that were on top of his knees, he moved it to look at Zach. His face was red, not in anger or embarrassment may be from the cold or the crying Zach couldn’t tell but all he wanted to do at that moment was make sure he was safe.

    Zach sighed, looking up at the stars twinkling back at him, “They fucked up,” He shook his head, “You don’t deserve that… No one deserves this, especially not you,” 

    “It happens so many fucking times why wouldn’t I deserve this I fucking killed a man!” 

    Zach was stunned into silence all he could do was look at the stars. “Do you believe in fate?”

    “That’s for dumbasses of course not,” 

    “Gee thanks,” Zach chuckled bumping their shoulders together. Alex just rolled his eyes and continued to look at the water crashing up against the shoreline. “I do…” 

    “Hence it being for dumbasses,” 

    “Fuck off, Standall,” Zach’s goofy grin. Alex thinks it may be his favorite smile he’s ever seen but he doesn’t dwell on the thought for very long, he already knows loud and fucking clear how Zach feels. 

    “Why?” 

    “Hm?”

    “Why’d you ask if I believed in fate?” Zach was silent again, he was silent for almost two minutes before he took a good look at Alex, then back at the stars. 

    “Do you think if we wouldn’t have killed him someone else would have? I think about it sometimes like maybe… If he didn’t die at the hands of us it was fate for him to die that night?” 

    Alex pondered the question, he didn’t like thinking about Bryce. It made him physically ill- he had blood on his hands that no matter how hard he scrubbed, no matter how many times he’s washed his hands- they are stained with the blood of Bryce Walker. “Isn’t that taking the easy way out?”

    “I guess so,” Zach stretched back putting his hands behind him as he watches the stars, he loved how beautiful and collected they were, he was envious of flaming balls of gas. “But still… You know, we aren’t the only ones who wanted to kill him I mean there was like a hundred suspects before they narrowed it down to us.” 

    Alex mulled that thought over, “I mean I guess you aren’t wrong, he was a piece of shit.” Zach nodded. A thick blanket of silence and tension fell over them. “How’d you know?”

    “About you and Winston?” Alex nodded slowly, “Ani and Clay told us about Winston Jessica told me that you guys were you know…” 

    “Making out?” Alex deadpanned, “Truth be told,” Alex said getting into the same position as Zach, “I never hooked up with him,”

    “Why?” Zach blurted out before he could keep his big dumb mouth shut, “I-I mean…”

    “I don’t want to have sex with people who I’m unsure of…” 

    “When did you become such a sap,” 

    Alex just rolled his eyes looked away from him, “Shut up, it doesn’t even matter he didn’t even like me anyway,” Alex said rather bitterly yet he was still playful. He felt a pinky brush his own he knew it was Zach’s- neither of them made an effort to move their hands so they kept their pinkies overlap.

    “He’s a fool,” Zach shrugged, now at this point, Zach’s hand was on top of Alex’s smaller one neither cared to move it. Reason three billion and four why Alex thought Zach liked him- the two of them could be hanging out and Zach and he would basically be holding the hands of each other and not say a single word and leave their hands there. “You are an amazing person, Alex,” 

    Alex just nodded, the two savored the silence as they looked at the sky. The night sky wasn’t completely clear it had small clouds moving passed the stars, quickly. Alex loved to watch the sky so intently he’d be able to see the world spin. Alex laid his head on Zach’s shoulder, “I’m obviously fucking not Zach…  I have a hole in my head, I have this dumbass limp, I mean look at me I’m so fucking ugly it’s no wonder why people leave…” He was just ranting out loud, but what he had said had hurt Zach’s own feelings. 

    His brows scrunched together, “I don-”

    “Zach, you opinion doesn’t matter you’re my best friend you’re supposed to say these things.”

    “No, I’m not I could agree with you but they aren’t true, I mean sure yeah you shot yourself so? You’re still just as beautiful as before if not more so, there is beauty in pain you know,” 

`    Alex sighed. He had no idea why Zach insisted on saying these things about him. He felt hurt in a way that he is allowed to say these things and also not reciprocate the feelings Alex has. He couldn’t wrap his head around why Zach did things like this. “We should head back,”

    Zach shook his head, “No one is calling us, let’s just enjoy the stars.”

    “Are you some sort of astrologist?” 

    “No, but sometimes- like right now, it’s peaceful… Like it’s just eh two of us,” 

    “Would you like that?” Zach looked away, Alex, didn’t take back his words nor his hand. 

    “I would, yeah.” 

    Yet, another thing to add on Alex’s running tally of reasons why he loves Zach, “Me too,” 

    Zach nodded as he hesitantly intertwined the two’s fingers neither one of them pulled away, they just stared at the stars in comfortable silence, just the two of them. 

[ziracona]

Do you have any tips for people who want to start writing? Specifically dialogue or how to research thoroughly?

Sure! For starting writing in general, the best advice to start with is look at the stories you yourself love, and identify what you love most in them. Relationships of a certain kind, high-stakes fight scenes, murder mysteries and scenes where people have to choose under pressure who they’re going to trust, redemption arcs, someone ending up adopting a child more or less because the kid has no one else to look after them? If there are scenarios you daydream about writing stories in your head, what are the common themes? No matter how oddly specific that gets or how often or scarcely you see it in fiction, I garuntee you you’re not the only one who likes it, and it’s good to base writing ideas around whatever you want to see more of yourself. You’ll be happy writing it, and the other people who yearn for it too, once they find you, will be very happy to see some as well! For me, I’ve always really enjoyed stories where someone who has no connection to the action ends up choosing to do the right thing and gets pulled into dangerous scenarios, found family, hope punk, and scenes where someone is injured/sick/drugged/unconscious/trapped and ends up at the mercy of someone they expect to hurt them, but who chooses to do absolutely nothing bad to them and saves/helps/looks after them instead (to name a few of many, many faves, haha). Some of those are pretty broad and some are wildly specific, but I love writing them all, and I’m not the only person who enjoys reading them either, so it’s a great kind of springboard to work with. : ) —Ok, for the specific questions though—I’ll do them in two parts to go with the two questions.

For writing dialogue, the biggest thing is to establish distinctive voices for all your cast. That sounds a lot harder than it is. The first real step is just to have some idea who they are as a person. Now, I know you probably don’t have time to be Bleach and have a sidebar backstory that goes for eleven pages about every guard who gets knocked out (and tbh I wouldn’t recommend it either haha), but don’t worry—you don’t need to. A lot of the time, I know very little about characters who aren’t primary cast when I write them first, and only during writing really get to know them either. Think of it a little as improv acting. If you ever have like, done bits with your friends, you actually know how to do this whether you’ve acted a day in your life or not. Friend greeting you on the phone with a fake accent & pretending to be an interviewer & you responding in kind & being like “Well yes, in my best selling novel How to Kill your Ex-Boss” and just running with it totally counts. You have no idea who the person you’re pretending to be is. You don’t know their favorite food or where they went to school. But you do know what they’re going to say next, because you’ve tapped into the person you’re running, and that’s the only thing you need to know. Same if you have ever given yourself fake interviews in your head. You’re playing both interviewer, fiction self (for whom you are for SURE making up details on the fly) & anyone else involved in that scene simultaneously. Writing can be pretty similar. Now, I do this to a bigger extent then most people, because I method-write (which uhhhh, I cant completely recommend, as it is devestating on the emotions :’-] ), but it works used less extremely too.

The idea, really, is to give characters a voice in your head, and have that voice not be the same for any two characters. And I mean voice literally. What do they sound like. Do they talk fast, get excited & into topics easily? Always sound mildly done with everyone else? If it helps, pick the voice of an actor or a friend or different tones you can use yourself speaking outloud—just give them voices. A lot of it will start flowing pretty naturally once the character is created. Writing has a lot of overlap with acting, in that you really need to grasp and be able to kind of jump around in a lot of different types of peoples’ heads. Most people have significantly different ways of speaking, even if they don’t have different accents than your other characters. Some people cuss more, some never do, you get varried vocabulary sizes, and just word choice and tone. I’m probably making this sound a little hard and overwhelming, but trust me, it’s not so bad. Mostly it will come naturally once you get a mental idea of what your character is like, sounds like, and the vibes they give off.

From a more technical standpoint, a couple of really good suggestions are to run dialogue in your head before writing it, and to read your written dialogue out loud. No matter how well you write, you will think dialogue better most of the time. This is just how it goes, because writing is a different process. So something that helps is to mentally “play” a scene out, and jot down some of the dialogue as you hear it, or to pause in writing to run some of the scene mentally, then pick back up again. Another big one is that almost all people, when writing dialogue, will start out writing too formally. Now, that’s totally fine if your character actually just speaks very formally, but most people 80% of the time speak using contractions. Like, you’d probably say, “Hey! How’re you doing? It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” and not “Hey! How are you doing? It has been a while, has it not?” (And obviously, most people aren’t going to actually write out “has it not,” but simpler ones like “How are” vs “How’re” or “It is” vs “It’s” are super common to write. Try to keep that in mind writing dialogue, and also try reading your dialogue out loud verbatim. A lot of the time, something will read totally normal to you, but the second you hear it out loud, you’ll go “Oh. Oh, no. No one speaks like this.” It is SUPER helpful, and kind of funny too. Also, don’t be afraid to use verbal interrupters like “Uh” or “Uhm” or substitues for them like “Well” and “Like” —people use ‘em when they speak. We also tend to interrupt our friends to agree when talking about stuff, because the way language is set up a lot of the time you know the end of a sentence before it is said.

Other things that govern how characters speak a lot are their comfort level in a scene and what they want, how open or closed off they are about themselves in general, and their personal ways of thinking in general. For example, Joey Harmin and Quentin Smith are extremely fun to write in scenes together for me, because they both follow fairly understandable and clear logical thought paths, but those paths are completely different. Like they could not be operating on less similar wavelengths half the time, which is hilarious. There’s an exchange I haven’t uploaded for New Dawn Fades where they’re talking for the first time, and Joey is operating nearly 100% on small-picture context (But since you woke up, I have been very nice to you. Why don’t you trust me?) and Quentin is operating at nearly 100% big-picture context (You have killed me before—I have literally no reason to think you won’t any second now once again. I have no idea why you have not already). And both thought lines make total sense for the character to be following, but they could not be more confused by each others’ response. People think super weirdly and super different from each other, and that’s amazing, and some times you legit wont totally get what wild shit your own character is on, but that’s fine. You don’t need to—you just need to know it makes sense to them, and be able to understand it on some logic level, even if you could never really get it emotionally or more really than ‘in theory’ on a personal level. Also, side note—sometimes people speak super differently when in a professional setting vs relaxed, or with different friends, and that’s totally fine. Also-also, you might notice that if some characters spend a lot of time together, they start to speak similarly—that’s super normal too—don’t worry. It’s not you doing a bad job. Friends tend to pick up each others’ mannerisms and speech to some extent, and this is wildly more apparent when they hang out together.

This was a very long and in-depth answer to writing dialogue, but really, don’t let it overwhelm you. The TLDR is more or less just give them different voices in your head, and listen to them, then write down what you hear. Read it out loud to make sure it sounds like them if you feel unsure about it. I personally get into character and try to really think as/become them a bit at least when writing, because I approach writing from a very acting-based standpoint becuase that’s just how I am wired, but even if that’s not how you vibe, just know them a little. Know once you’ve talked to someone for like, three minutes, you have some idea how they talk. The synonym they’d chose, if they’d agree, or disagree, or just give a judgy look, or stay quiet. Know them that well, and try to hear them in your head. Read everything you write for them in that voice, thinking that voice well you write, and it’ll do wonders.

Now, for research.

First up, research is FUN! It’s amazing. It’s so wild to learn things and dip into thousands of parts of human existence you had no idea about at all. Try to think of it as a plus, not a pain, because really, it should be. Now, to be fair, I lean heavy into research—I’ll do days of research to try to find something out if I have to, and I have. I’m learning some of how to write and conjugate an extremely dead language right now for a fanfic, I’ve done massive deep dives from everything to ancient cultures and religions, screen shotting films to zoom in on set detail to learn what artist or band a character is into, what they drink, what they own, to the appproximate timing from specific streets in New York I’ve never seen to each other by specific subway line, to a myriad of wounds and diseases, to mental illness, to historical events as insignificant as marsh draining in specific cities. But bro? It was fun. Sometimes it’s a lot, but the thrill of finding what you were looking for? It’s great.

Now, I’m not saying you need to be me if you don’t want to haha. But when it comes to researching whatever you want to research, here’s some tips: First up, if what you are researching has anything to do with a human experience? (Mental illness, physical illness or injury, sex, birthing, death, how it feels to shoot a gun, or fall from a great height, or have a PTSD episode, anything like that?) You really need to hear it from people, if at all possible. The good news? In this day and age? It super is, almost always! Even with death. You can find people describing death (body death, not complete brain death) experiences they went through, and it’s very cool. I definitely recommend discussion threads, like Reddit, and YouTube videos of people giving their personal accounts for this kind of thing. They’re amazing resources, and also usually surprisingly fast! This is especially important for stuff like neurodivergence, disorders, mental illness, drug experiences, or anything else that’s on a cognitive more than physical level, because if you look at just textbook explanations, they’re not only usually very incomplete, but sometimes even inaccurate. Listening to people can give the truth if it’s missing, and the majority of the time while that’s not the biggest issue—especially concerning like, wounds or freezing or a near drowning experience, etc—it gives it a completeness a medical account just can’t. Also, if you have got any personal experience to lean on? Go for it! I’ve never been electrocuted horribly really, but when researching for the torture sequence in Proven, I both looked up a ton of first-hand accounts and some science to better understand what was going on, and took my own experience of the electric shocks I have gotten as the first building block in making a mental picture of what it would feel like to go through that. Obviously, being shocked hard enough to be flung backwards from a cattle fence (my history) is a far cry from being subjected to parrilla torture, but having a small amount of basic knowledge of the kind of pain electricity causes was useful as a first block in translating the information I was reading into something I understood better.

For non human-experience based research, a lot of it is pretty easy to look up, even if you wouldn’t think so. For example, guessing at the time period for cars in Autohaven and searching different years + truck + brand names for American cars was actually a really short process for finding a match—same with the make of the metal gas cans, back when I was trying to determine when, exactly, Philip was from. Visual image searches are great when applicable, especially if you’re trying to figure out what something is, because chances are if you describe a plant you saw once as ‘Tall lake reed plant with hotdog bun looking top,’ someone else will have once used some of those words when searching for a cattail as well. Also, for non-human research, books and academic papers are great, but so are non-academic sources like videos and photos for locations or objects. Sometimes again though, human info will honestly be where it is at, like reading firsthand descriptions of specific places. For most things, just type what you’re looking for into a search engine honestly and start there. You can totally start on the Wikipedia page for a city or a Greek god or a type of bomb, and move on from there—people put references in wiki articles, and you can check the bottom of the page for the specific source too. You can go on from basic knowledge to add or subtract keywords and refine your search. It’s pretty simple once you get going. If you’re getting extraneous results because a film title shares the name of what you are looking for, or a song or whatever, try quotation marks for an exact match, or - and then quotation marks around what you see that you want gone from results. Pretty basic stuff. Tbh, a lot of the time, it’s all you’re gonna need. Want to write a Stranger Things fic, but you have no idea what movies or shows were popular in the US at the time and need to know what they’d be watching in a scene? Honestly, searching “1980s (or 1980whatever-more-specific year) popular shows” will probably get you what you need in like 4 minutes. Also, if you’ve got a parent who was alive at the time and lived in the place, or older friend (or younger, I don’t know you, maybe this one doesn’t apply to you because YOU were there, but you’d have to ask a teenager irl now what the kids are into for a 20teens story, haha), utilize that resource and just ask them. Discussion spaces again, a massively useful resource. You can find people talking about their shared experiences with almost anything, and hear it more or less first-hand.

If you’re trying to learn about culture or history, again, first-person accounts are where it’s at. If you can’t find any, go for the next best thing, which is descendants or historians with a personal connection/interest. If you really, really can’t find much of that (as sadly has been the case for some cultures or religions I’ve researched in past, considering the lack of documentation period and/or intentional culture erasure going on), then read what you do find on it with a grain of salt. Who wrote it, and when? What biases did they bring? Also, often an old document like that might be the only first source you can find, but taking whatever badly documented info they have and trying new searches with the specific language you learned from them can yield new and much better results. Just do your level best. ^u^ Really, that’s all anyone can do. Sometimes there will be things without much out there period, and you don’t have to like, put 97 hours of research in combing your local library for any thing you may have missed for the fic you’re on right now or something. Just do your best, do what you can, and care, and you’ll be okay. It can seem daunting, but doing your sincere best is what anyone who does know the answer—living or dead—would care about, and it’s an important thing /to/ do, and also a pretty informative and fun one. Also, I swear it’s not as intimidating as I might make it seem. Pretty much always you’ll be able to find some decent chunks of solid and very useful information eventually, on anything. And most things actually do not at all take that long to research. I’m a monster, who likes to down research more and more each morning like I’m building up a resistance to iocaine powder to someday win a battle of wits, but you really don’t have to be me, and if you want to be, chances are that means you also just really heckin love learning new facts, so you’re gonna love the wild deep insanity of creating It’s Always Sunny Meme level conspiracy walls trying to track down ancient evil trees in mythology to figure out what in the goddamn the Entity really IS and you’ll adore it all. If you’re not, trust me—that’s completely fine. Most research is gonna take between 20 minutes and a few hours, depending on the level of complexity, and once you learn it, you have all this cool new knowledge! Like that you can fake a death with tetrodotoxin so well someone with a high but not fatal does in them could die undergoing an autopsy! Or how much opium kills someone, how it actually feels to black out, how hard it actually is to chloroform someone, or that wolves have been known to hold funerals for loved ones, or how to stitch a wound. It’s like, amazing. Join me, and become that thing from Adventure Time going “I have approximate knowledge of many things” while rubbing its grimy hands together with glee.

Uhhh haha, I made this one more concise wildly, but the TLDR version is just ask people or read or watch what people who have undergone X thing say it is like (oh, and make sure to read more than one account—big one with accuracy). For non-human research, start with just a basic search. If you’re a student and have access to academic searches more easily, totally use that. If not, don’t worry. Lots of academic search compilation sites are still open to you, and honestly, you’re only going to need to turn academic for highly specific and wildly rare information period. Most of the time, hear it from people who know the answer. Discussion forums and YouTube journal-type videos are fantastic resources. For what living in rural Wisconsin in the early 1980s was like for Philip, I searched about living in the early 1980s in rurual Wisconsin, found specific names in an article for the kinds of cheap apartments common, adjusted my search, and found a ton of good resources by people documenting the struggles and mistreatment of life there at the time, and also found out Milwaukee is surprisingly one of the most dangerous and racist cities in America, then and now, on the way. For Kate experiencing being forced to drink bleach, I watched seven different people on YouTube talk about their experiences drinking bleach, and read up on the medical side to understand the science of what happens to you, plus a few text descriptions as well. But really, both of those were pretty fun and fascinating and quick research stints. Most are. I super recommend trying some deepish dives out, even just for fun and not with writing planned in mind at all!

Anyway, I hope this helps! I wrote it at one in the morning & didn’t proof because I feel very bad and need to pass out to try and heal, so sorry if there are any errors that make this hard to read. Thanks for asking! This was fun to answer. Please feel free to ask any follow-ups if there’s something I didn’t seem to cover, or you want to know more about either of these or something else. I’m certainly not the world’s leading expert or something, but I got some fun methods and tips I’ve developed over the years I’m happy to share with a fellow writer (or bored or curious person just interested in the process, haha). Again, I gave long answers because I wanted to be thorough, but I promise neither dialogue nor research is a difficulty level reflected in the length of those answers—that’s just me being me. Don’t let it intimidate you! They’re both fun and actually not so hard things to do. You just kind of need to learn your starting off points and get your sea legs, and the rest mostly comes naturally and easily and is very fun. It’s super satisfying to read a line and be like “Only you, my dumb child” seeing the stupid crap they say, or “You’ve come so far” watching how they’re choosing to reach out to someone now vs as the story’s start; or to have needed a way to have a character pry open a wedged car door and find just exactly the perfect tool you could even have a logical reason for them to easily find in the scene and be able to sit back down thinking YES!!! I got it!! —it’s a rush, and very, very satisfying. I’m sure you can do it!! And I wish you the best of luck. I sadly made this on mobile because I forgot tumblr sucks and won’t let me retroactively add read mores on mobile now and it’s too late for me to change that, and I’m so sorry this is so long 😭😭😭, but I’m tagging it “long post” so hopefully tag blocks can still save people :’-] — anyway! Hope this helps and best of luck. Night! 💙

[malereader-inserts]

Silent Storm

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Tony Stark & Son!Reader Summary: It’s the least expected ones you have to ask if they’re okay, but maybe just maybe, they really aren’t. Word Count: 1,172 Request: “Hello! I was wondering if you could do a Tony Stark x son reader where the reader is struggling with anorexia, anxiety, depression and insomnia and is super stressed. Tony doesn't know about any of this and finds out eventually.” Warning: Triggers such as anxiety, depression, panic attacks, talks of suicide A/n: I’m pretty sure this is all over the place, but somehow makes sense also? Hey, hey, hey we’re around 49 followers till 2,000! Y’all smashing it! 💜

Tony Stark liked to think that his son was great.

What he doesn’t know how you lie in bed, stuck in the in between. Wanting to have the sweet salvation of sleep, perhaps more than that, or the staring into the great abyss. He doesn’t know how you sometimes wish you stay asleep. In the nights were you found yourself asleep, you just don't wake up, won't wake up, can't wake up.

But, often nights you were stuck with your insomnia buddy, weighing on your chest as he spat thoughts at you, poking your face, irritating you to no end. But, you were too weak to fight him away, bat away the anxious and nervewracking thoughts. Sometimes, it wasn’t anxiety dancing on your tired body, it was depression looming over you, like a shadow in the corner of your room just staring at you, watching you suffer.

Then, there were the worst nights. How you have the insomnia buddy crushing your chest, your anxiety tapping your mind away and your depression all there. Contradicting thoughts, clashing and fighting with yourself, with scenarios. 

It’s hard to breathe.

My god, you want everything to stop.

During the day, no one could suspect a thing. A young handsome man with everything at his fingertips, who could possibly think that you were ill? That there was something wrong with you.

For a bunch of trained spies, trained agents, you were surprised how well you’ve managed to keep the facade up. The fake smiles, the fake laughs, the fake you. 

Nothing was wrong, at least not with your surroundings, because in your head everything is wrong with you.

Sometimes, your body feels like a burial ground for all the people you should have become. 

Everything seemed to be amplified for you when stress is added to the complicated equation, deadlines are coming up and you don’t have enough time that you’ve just resorted to lying on the floor and looking up at the ceiling. 

But, even when you could hear your heart thumping against your ears, how tears were starting to form. You were quick to shut your eyes and cover your ears. Only for you to be yanked up and escorted somewhere else. Gentle hands against your wrist as you open your eyes, meeting with your father’s concerning ones.

“Follow my breathing, kid,” He murmured.

Were you having a panic attack? You barely noticed how loud your breathing became, how quick and short. Your mind switches on, it alerts you that you’re hyperventilating, you can’t breathe, your chest tightens and suddenly you want to pass out.

Your father stays calm at least that what you try to think, your tears block your vision. Your hands shake as your dad grips them tightly.

“Focus on my voice,” He speaks, but it sounds drowned out, “That’s it, you’re doing so well.”

Are you calming down, you can’t tell. Blinking the tears away, your vision clears, your breathing returns to its hiccup state, easier to handle. Looking around you see your dad, letting go of your hands, and your bedroom. 

Silence.

This was far much worse than your panicked state. Words at the tip of your tongue, thoughts swirling through your mind.

“Sometimes I just wish I fall asleep and never wake up,” You blurted out, was it nervousness? To complete the void of silence? “It’s like screaming and no one could hear. You feel hopeless, I just... wanted to stop. And I don’t want to think anymore.”

Tony looks at you, he knows the feeling. He goes through it daily, he was caught up in his own bubble that he forgot to be a dad, to look out for their sons. You can’t blame him, in fact, you refuse to blame him. 

It’s your fault, right? It has to be.

“I don’t want to die or kill myself, I just want to disappear until I feel okay again,” You continued, your shoulders deflated, “Sometimes, I tell myself I’m okay. I repeat it like a mantra: I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay because I’m afraid if I stop, even for a moment, I will drown in all the reasons I’m not.”

The tone settles, it’s tense and you both want to get away but Tony had suffered enough to know what you’re feeling, have a slight knowledge to what you’re thinking. 

“I know what you might be thinking, how you’re a coward, failure, you are to blame, that you’re weak,” He started, you could hear a deep breath your dad takes, ““Asking for help doesn’t make you weak.”

You scoffed, looking at your dad, he shrugs his shoulders and gives you a pointed look. He noticed how tired you look, not from your panic attack, but you were tired as if you were fighting the world and the world had won.

“You could never be a burden, (Y/n) when all I’ve wanted to do is care for you.”

“I just want to sleep, everything to stop. Insomnia, anxiety, my depression, the stress, it’s too much.”

“Then, let's get you help and I’ll be by your side like you need. We’ll take it your pace, your comfort, let me take care of you.”

Tony looked at you, you stare back him. There was a new beginning, a sudden hope at the other end. It might be in the distance, hard to see and probably impossible to reach, but knowing that you have a loving, supportive dad at your side, you were willing to take the hardship. 

“As if you’d really be willing to do that for me.” You scoffed, you didn’t mean to come off as rude or bitter.

Tony sighs, you didn’t mean to make him feel guilty, you were aware that your dad have problems too and you were just adding onto it. You were convinced that you fucked up your dad’s life, yet Tony Stark was brilliant at proving everyone wrong.

Including you.

“You’d be surprised,” Tony responded back, “I know I haven’t been the most observant of fathers, but you’re my kid, my son, the boy I'm supposed to show off and tease you till you hate him. I’m supposed to parent you but in the end, love you. Love, care, support you. I know you’re worth more than you think and I will remind you every day, hell, I could shout it to the mountains.”

“It’ll take you days to reach the top of one without dying,” You responded, “I rather have my dad at home, thank you very much.”

Tony chuckled, ruffling your hair and pulling you into a side hug, “Sometimes, it’s just us two, us against the world.”

You lean your head on your dad’s shoulder. A soft smile creeping up on your lips, calming down and feeling totally safe in your dad’s comfort.

“Us against the world.”

You and your father had a unique bond, inside and outside. Away and to the media, to the flashing cameras, but everyone had learnt something from your bond.

Starks take care of each other.

[jofabray]

A Lazy Morning

TAGGING: DJ Berry (@submissivedjberry) & Jo Fabray 

DATE: May 26

SUMMARY: Like it says on the tin

DJ

When DJ had woken up that morning, she knew that it was super early in the morning. But despite that fact, she still rolled out of bed. She brushed her teeth and her hair and packed the necessary things that she had packed into her overnight bag and then made her way out of the dorm. She had been careful to be quiet as she was getting ready and leaving, not wanting to wake up her roommate when it was so early in the morning. Making her way from the submissive dorms to the Dominant dorms in her pajamas, she knocked lightly on Jo’s door; just loud enough to let her know that she was there and then knelt down on the ground. She was not going to make that mistake again.

Jo

While she’d never admit it to the other girl, Jo had been waiting up for hours for DJ to arrive.  The truth was that while she’d never admit it to anyone, she was very lonely in Lima.  She’d essentially fallen out of touch with both of her sisters, despite them being physically closer than they had been in years, and making friends of any kind was proving a challenge that she didn’t know how to meet.  DJ had quickly become not only someone she loved to scene with and whose company she enjoyed, but one of her best friends as well.

When the knock came, she scrambled to the door with a grin and opened it to find DJ kneeling there waiting.  “Go ahead and get up and come in, Sweetheart.  You can put your bag in my room, if you’d like.  You look lovely this morning.”

DJ

DJ stood and glanced down at what she was wearing, laughing softly with a shake of her head. “Miss...it’s just pajamas.” They were cute, that was for sure, with little black polka dots all over them, but she wouldn’t say that they made her look lovely. Even if the comment from Jo had her flushing a little bit. She kicked off her shoes and leaned in to press a soft kiss to Jo’s cheek before pulling back, clearing her throat. “Will we be cuddling in your room as well?” DJ questioned, head tilting to the side as she glanced back at the Domme, moving further into the suite so that she could put her bag down.

Jo

“It’s the wearer that makes them lovely,” Jo beamed.  She didn’t mind one bit the effect that her words had on DJ, and she intended to pour them on over the next 48 hours.  The little kiss warmed her from head to toe, and DJ’s question prompted a quick nod.  “We definitely will.  I felt chilly this morning so I’ve got my weighted blanket on the bed, but if it’s not comfortable for you then please just say so.”

DJ

“That should be perfectly okay, Miss.” DJ uttered gently, not really caring at all as long as she got to be in Jo’s arms. Jo was definitely one of her favorite people at the institute and it was going to be difficult for anyone to top that. Not that she wanted to think, at all, about what that meant for her chances at a claim. She shook off the thoughts and dropped her bag, off to the side, in Jo’s room before climbing onto the bed. Jo’s bed was so much comfier than what she had in her sub dorm and she was excited for two nights spent curled up in it, curled against Jo.

Jo

Climbing into bed as well, Jo wrapped an arm around DJ.  There were no classes, nothing that was going to drive them out of bed, just a lazy morning that would only be interrupted by the Harry Potter week events - which, honestly, Jo was looking forward to; more for DJ’s sake than her own, but she did look forward to watching the girl participate.  There was a fire in her eyes when she was determined, and it was always enough to send a chill up Jo’s spine when she saw it.  “Thank you for coming over early, sweetheart.”  A soft kiss to DJ’s temple followed the words.  “I’m happy you’re here.”

DJ

The submissive curled into the hold, nuzzling into Jo’s neck for a brief moment before she pulled back so that she could look up at her. The kiss to her temple was welcomed and she smiled softly. “It’s my pleasure, Miss. I’m happy to be here too.” She uttered gently, curling up and nuzzling back into Jo’s neck. She was comfortable and content, she felt warm and cared for, and she definitely didn’t want to move at all. It was still extremely early in the day and since there were no classes, just events that they would participate in, DJ was happy to stay like that for as long as possible; heck, she might even fall back asleep curled against Jo. “How have you been?” She mused gently; they hadn’t spent a ton of time together lately and DJ had missed her.

Jo

“I’ve been okay,” Jo replied softly.  “I honestly haven’t done much lately, things have been pretty quiet.  But at least I could catch up on homework and get ready for the event this week.”  It wasn’t an exciting update, but she hoped DJ would forgive her for that much.  She hummed quietly, glad to have DJ there against her - warm and soft.  “And you, darlin’?  What have you been up to since I saw you last?”  She was sure the girl was much more in demand than she was around the Institute.

DJ

“I’m glad you’ve been okay.” DJ replied honestly, kissing her neck gently. She shook her head slightly. “Haven’t been up to too much, Miss. Mostly just working on the production stuff, keeping up with homework. I have one scene that’s coming up...but not until after the event. Other than that, I’ve just been spending a lot of time alone in my room.” She expressed honestly with a shrug of her shoulders. She had been ill for a little bit and after she had healed, it just felt like it had been hard to reach out. But she knew that she needed to start. Needed to get some experience and practice, start learning about her likes and her dislikes; otherwise, she didn’t have a chance. 

Jo

A frown creased Jo’s brow as she considered that.  DJ was far too sweet a girl to be sitting alone in her room.  “I’m sorry to hear that, darlin’.  I don’t like the thought of you sittin’ alone in one of those little sub dorms with nothin’ to do.  You’re too good a girl for that, and people should really get a clue.”  She hesitated for a moment, wondering whether she was about to go too far.  “Would you like to make this a regular thing?  You and I?  We can’t do standing orders, but unofficially we could set aside a day a week that you could come over - not always for scenes, sometimes just to hang out.  If that’s...y’know, something y’all would be interested in.”

DJ

“It’s alright, Miss. It hasn’t been so bad. It means that school work hasn’t been a problem and I’ve been able to catch up with everything that I needed to do...since I came here late in the term and all of that.” DJ uttered gently, not minding too much. She knew that it was on her for not reaching out and getting to know people more. “But I’m glad that you think that way. You’re too wonderful to be sitting alone all the time too though, just so you know. People will see how great you are, if you give them a chance.” DJ said softly, her hand squeezing the Domme’s waist gently. At the question, she looked up and smiled softly. “I’d like that, Miss.”

Jo

Her eyes stung a little all of a sudden, and Jo blinked to clear them.  She wasn’t sure what she’d done to deserve DJ’s high opinion, or whether she even believed it, but it felt really good to know that someone thought of her that way at all.  “Thank you for sayin’ so,” she smiled, planting another small kiss on DJ’s temple.  “Yeah?  Good - I’d really like that too.  I’m not in any clubs or anythin’, so how about you tell me what day would be best for you?”

DJ

“Just speaking the truth, Miss.” DJ uttered gently. “Well any day works, really, Miss. I’m in production club. But that’s Monday to Friday until 3:30 and then I’m free.” She expressed, eyes closing as she got more settled against the Dominant. Being in her presence was definitely soothing. “Maybe Wednesdays?” She questioned softly, biting down on her bottom lip. “As long as I can also sometimes get time with you on the weekend too.” She said with a smile. 

Jo

“I’m glad that you feel that way,” Jo smiled.  “Wednesdays sounds perfect to me.  And you’re very definitely getting time on the weekend too.  Weeknights are much too short for me to enjoy your company properly.”  The more time that they could have, the happier Jo was going to be.  “If the blanket gets too heavy for you, darlin’, then just go ahead and push it over onto me.”  Her eyes were slowly drifting closed as well, and she gently pulled DJ as close as she could manage while still being comfortable.  She could happily stay there for the day.

[shinsohitoshit]

May I request a fem! Reader (wearing the boy’s uniform bc she doesn’t like skirts) walking in on some asshat giving Hitoshi shit about his quirk and is kinda like “what’s going on here” and asshat says something about Hitoshi becoming a villain and reader says “He’s not going to be a villain, I am” and gives asshat a right hook straight to the face, then turns to Hitoshi and (smiling and reaching for a handshake) jokingly declares herself his nemesis

I am super sorry it took this long ;;;;; I had it sitting on my desktop for weeks until now that I’m able to get some free time from work ;; it’s been hell but I’m here lol also, I kind of changed a few details but I hope it still works for you my dude! ♥

also I’m a 1k already????????????

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y’all are great for putting up with my shit lol

It wasn’t anything Hitoshi hadn’t heard before– the constant jokes and sometimes even bullying towards him thanks to hisQuirk had become so recurring throughout his middle-school days and up to histeenage years that he didn’t find it in himself to defend it anymore. He’dsimply nod and give a little smile to whoever had told him anything, a signthat he was at least listening, and endure what was being thrown at him withpatience. It had only been a couple of times that he used his abilities on someoneelse, but he learnt the price he’d have to pay for that really quickly.

When he arrived to Yuuei, he really didn’texpect things to suddenly take a turn for the better and he wasn’t surprisedwhen they didn’t, but he was perplexed at how many of his classmates seemed tohave taken a liking to him and were all eager to see how he used his power incombat. A few of them even congratulated him, telling him that, with the rightequipment, he’d get to be an outstanding hero; at first, he even considered theywere joking too, but their words didn’t have a single hint of malice, and so hewas able to feel more at ease among them.

Peace lasted short however, as one dayduring lunch a random kid approached him and sat beside him without notice,something that greatly annoyed him from the start. Hitoshi was about to tellhim off when the guy spoke first, his voice loud and whiny as if he wantedeveryone to hear. “You’re the brainwashing guy from General Studies, right?”

He quickly scanned the stranger and triedto remember if he had ever seen him before, something that didn’t really cometo mind at that very moment. Squinting a bit, Hitoshi shrugged and went back tohis simple food, some rice with a bit of curry and a few apple slices thatserved as dessert. If he hoped the little shit would leave him alone, thatsmall glimmer of hope got lost when he heard him let out a little laugh thatsounded more like a rat than an ordinary human being.

“You don’t want to talk to me because youdon’t want to brainwash me as well, right?”

“Shinsou from 1-C!”

He didn’t even have time to think of ananswer as a female voice was heard loud and clear, making almost everyonearound his table turn to see who was causing a ruckus – he felt confused whenhe saw you, a girl wearing the boys’ uniform walking towards him and he triedhis best to remember if he had met you before, but something about thedetermination on your face told him he would’ve known as soon as he saw you. Whenyou reached his side you put one foot up on the seat next to him, resting anelbow on top of your knee.

“And,” he started saying, already wonderingwhat else that day would throw at him, “who exactly are you?”

You scoffed, feigning indignation, but soonfollowed it with a little smile. “I’m (Y/N) from 1-D, we haven’t met yet but I’veseen you in the Sports festival; I heard that this bastard here was bothering you,is there a problem?”

Speaking directly towards the other guy,Hitoshi could see him cowing a bit, but he still didn’t desist much to hisdispleasure. “I’m just dealing with the type of students the school is lettingin nowadays – can you believe they’re letting future villains be amongst usheroes?”

Hitoshi swore that he could’ve just punchedthe guy and have it all finished right then and there, his tight grip on thethin chopsticks turning his knuckles white, but when you let out a loud laughhe was startled for a second. He turned and looked straight into your eyesbefore he looked around, seeing if there would be any teachers around todisperse the crowd that was forming around you three but he only caught sightof Lunch Rush, the cooking hero’s attentive eyes watching the scene from afar.

“You think that this guy right here is the one who’ll be the villain?”

For a moment it seemed that the wholestudent body had contained their breaths, eager to listen to whatever wouldcome out of your mouth next – Hitoshi couldn’t say the same thing as theconversation was taking a turn he didn’t feel all that comfortable with, butwhen you reached out your hand to him he looked at you as if you had finallylost it only minutes after having shared your first words with him. “What doyou mean?” the stranger asked, fear now tinting his voice.

You looked down and at Hitoshi, moving yourhand a bit until he got the memo that he should’ve shook it before. “Shinsou-sanhere will one day turn out to be a great hero,” you said, and then turned toeveryone around you. “We’ll all be here to witness it; and you know what I willaccomplish as well? He’s not going to be a villain, I am, and I now declare in front of every student here that I’llmake it my goal to defeat him. Shinsou-san, remember me for I’ll be yournemesis in the future.” There was a smile on your face as big as it could beand while there was tension in the air, the way you spoke so pompously and grandioselet students know it was all just a big joke.

Laughter erupted and even some claps wereheard throughout the cafeteria, and Hitoshi couldn’t help but feel more thanintrigued about you and what you meant by ‘nemesis’. Surely, he thought, therewas no actual ill intent behind your words, and as you shook his hand firmlyonce more you winked at him before pulling away, walking back to your own groupof friends as the students did the same thing. He was sure he’d see you againsoon, and that only solidified when you turned around to wave at him.

“W-was she serious?” the asshat asked frombehind him; Hitoshi had almost forgotten why the whole scene had happened, buthe only faced him with a deadly look on his face, one he was sure the guy wouldnever forget.

“I wouldn’t dare to try and find out if I wereyou,” were the only words he pronounced, making the stranger gulp and walk awayas well, finally leaving Hitoshi to resume his lunch.

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On the Verge of a Heartbreak - Chapter 23

Here, have some useless gays pining for each other and stalling. So, gays being gays. 

Pairings: Moxiety Words: 2095 Warnings: Nothing I can think of! Please let me know!!

Summary: Useless gays continue to stall, just looking for the right moment.

A year passed by with neither Virgil nor Patton confessing to each other. When asked by anyone, they’d admit that they hadn’t quite found the right time or place to do what they wanted. Patton often cited the fact that his idea just wasn’t ‘right’ yet, he wanted it to be absolutely perfect and finished before he even considered giving it to Virgil.

There had been several times where Patton had felt it was perfect to open up and confess. It was mostly on days where they were walking out of the school together, about to walk home, just the two of them. It was when both of them were at their most vulnerable and open, but every time he was about to ask, something would interrupt. It was almost as if the universe was telling him it wasn’t the right time.

The first time had been his friends, who he normally would have been extremely happy to see. Virgil had pointed out Daniel, Asher and Ayana all standing at the gate and the moment had passed. They wandered over to find out what the small group were all doing.

“Ah! There’s the dark one! Oh, and he brought another friend! Is this another one of yours, sweetheart?” A loud, cheerful voice called out as the pair approached.

Ayana was attempting to hide herself in the oversized hoodie she was swamped in, “Mom…” She complained softly, just audible above the noise of the other students leaving the school ground.

Ayana’s mother laughed intensely, giving her daughter a loud, exaggerated kiss, “No need to be embarrassed, sweetheart! All your friends are so adorable!”

Patton was slightly confused, tilting his head in the puppy-like way he usually did. His eyes travelled around all of his friends, seeing the rest of them vaguely amused. He looked back to the tall woman, who was somewhat tormenting his shyest friend. He wanted to say something, but Virgil’s hand on his shoulder stopped him. The two had a silent conversation with a simple look.

The interaction was not lost on Ayana’s mother, who coo’d loudly, catching the boys’ attention. “Let me guess, you two are the ones that are dating, right?” Patton and Virgil both rushed to deny it, their speech full of stuttering denials and wild gestures. Ayana’s mother merely laughed again, “All right, all right. I see what’s going on here. Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.” She winked playfully.

“Uh, w-we should probably be going. My dad’s expecting me home real soon, need to help him with… some stuff.” Patton offered with a hesitant smile, “It was nice meeting you!” Both him and Virgil scurried off, trying to get out of range of Ayana’s mother. As they were just getting out of earshot, they could hear her asking their friends about when they’d gotten together.

They both walked in silence for a while, unsure whether or not they should address what just happened.

“It’s pretty stupid, right?” Virgil started, trying to hold a weak smile.

Patton glanced up at his taller friend, before returning the smile, “Uh, yeah.”

“I mean, us, dating? We’re just like, best friends and everything.” Virgil chuckled unconvincingly, “Just because we spend time together and do all this stuff, doesn’t mean we’re dating.”

“Y-yeah! It’s all just platonic things, we’re just super best friends.”

“Just because you’re a super hug-y person and I’m chill with that. Has no relation to romance or anything like that.”

The two laughed awkwardly, before returning to their relative silence. Eventually, casual conversation returned and the events outside the school seemed to fade from their memories - at least, that’s how it came across on the outside for both of them. After returning home, Patton got straight back to work on his gift for Virgil. He had to make it extra perfect, to make up for all this.

The next time Patton had thought to ask was when he and Virgil were hanging out one weekend in his room. Patton was writing out some notes onto sticky notes so Virgil could add his other friends’ words to his positivity wall that was next to his bed.

Patton looked up from his position laying down on Virgil’s floor. He could see his best friend sat cross-legged with his guitar in hand, strumming a familiar song quietly. He looked so peaceful and happy, Patton was overcome with emotion and felt the words bubbling out of him before he could even really think about the consequences.

“Hey Virgil, I-”

The bedroom door flung open to show Virgil’s father, “Afternoon, boys! Sorry to interrupt you two, but I need to borrow Virgil for a second, is that alright?”

Patton quickly put on his usual sunny smile and watched as Virgil lazily followed his father out of the room. Once the coast was clear, Patton’s head fell down to the carpet and he sighed heavily. Of course, the moment was gone, once again. He went back to working on the notes in front of him.

Virgil returned shortly after, shutting the door behind him, “Sorry, dad wanted me to look at some stuff. You were gonna say something before he came in?”

“Oh, it was nothing!” Patton held out the stack of sticky notes to his friend, “Here! All yours!” He giggled, trying to keep the mood light.

Virgil didn’t seem all that convinced, but he didn’t press for anymore information. The two worked together to arrange all the sticky notes on the wall, leaving the unasked question in the past.

While Patton was being thwarted each time he attempted to confess, Virgil was thinking of the best time. He knew he’d only be able to do it in a place and a way that made him feel confident and alone. Virgil just wanted to make sure it was the most special because Patton deserved it. His friend - crush - deserved everything and Virgil wanted to give him just that - especially after all the crap with Roman and stuff like that.

One night, he felt a yearning to take a walk as the sun was setting. There wasn’t really a reason as to why he strapped his guitar case to his back as he was preparing to leave, but he did it anyway. Virgil let his parents know he was going out and shut the front door.

The air outside was beginning to cool and the world was quiet. Cars had stopped rushing around, ferrying their drivers and passengers home from work and school. Very few people were out wandering the streets as most of them had settled down in their homes for the evening, if the filtered lights through shut curtains and blinds told Virgil anything. He wandered slowly down his street, thinking through everything and anything that came to his mind.

At the end of the street, the dark mass that was the secluded park filled his vision and Virgil felt like he was almost magnetically attracted to it. He crossed the main road, wandered around and walked through the dark gates into the deserted park. Virgil meandered through, feeling somewhat calmed by the dark trees that surrounded the empty area. He stopped near where he and Patton had sat when they’d visited this park months back.

Something inside called for him to pull out his guitar, and so Virgil complied. He strummed a few chords, before he instinctively began to play the song he’d created for Patton.

This moment felt perfect. Virgil had found the place he needed. He made up his mind on the first chord; he would ask Patton here. He just had to figure out when.

While both of the boys were being somewhat patient in waiting for the right moment, a lot of their friends were becoming restless with the lack of progress the two had made. Eventually, a couple of them decided to take things into their own hands.

“Hey Virge!”

Virgil looked around the door to his locker at the call of his name. He was greeted by the view of Abigal heading towards him, “Hey.” He said as the girl stopped just in front of him, “What’s up?”

“I’m just taking things into my own hands, because some people are just too chicken to do it themselves!” She said, hands coming to rest on her hips. There seemed to be some fire behind her eyes that caused Virgil’s anxiety to spike for a second.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean-!” Abigal started before huffing loudly, “It just looks like I have to be the one to get you a-!”

A dark-skinned hand came out of nowhere and covered Abigal’s mouth, causing her rant to be reduced to muffled, indecipherable words. At the same time, the mystery person’s other arm wrapped around her waist and started dragging her away from him. “Nope, you’re not doing this.” Reggie’s voice sounded from behind his locker door.

Some muffled protests from the girl in his arms had him shaking his head even more as he guided her away, “No. I’m telling you this is a bad idea. Me. Hear that? It’s me telling you that it’s a bad idea. That’s how bad this idea is, love.” This exchanged continued as the couple made their way down the corridor.

An embarrassed laugh had Virgil turning back around to his locker door. There stood Em, a sheepish smile on her face, “Really sorry about that, Virgil! Sometimes, she just doesn’t know when to stop. We had to run after her!”

Virgil was still utterly confused, “What was she even talking about? Who’s chicken to do what?”

Em laughed again and waved a hand, “Oh, it doesn’t matter! Have a good rest of the day, see you tomorrow!” With that, his other friend ran after the other couple - who he could just about still hear somewhere deeper into the school - leaving him all alone.

“What the fuck…?” Virgil muttered to himself. He decided to try and forget about it, but it was all still playing on his mind as he went to his next class.

It was almost exactly a month after Abigal’s weird moment that everything was falling into place. Virgil was waiting for a day where it wouldn’t be too odd that he had his guitar with him, and it seemed like the universe was finally giving him a break.

His music teacher was out ill one day, but Virgil wasn’t told of this until he’d already reached the school. While a part of him was definitely worried about if his teacher would be okay, the other part was utterly ecstatic. He relayed the information to Patton at lunch, who was extremely excited to have another day walking home with his best friend.

As Virgil left his final class for the day, Ana cornered him and asked him if today was ‘The Day’ - as they put it, air quotes and all. He avoided the question, but the slight flush to his cheeks and the smile he gave at Ana’s excited reaction gave him away.

Virgil could feel his heart racing and his nerves going haywire as he quickly grabbed his things from his locker. He had to take a detour to get his guitar from the music room, but he was soon on his way to meet Patton in the lower area of the reception.

He could see his best friend sat waiting for him through the large windows as he approached and Virgil’s nerves spiked even higher, but he could feel adrenaline running through him at the same time. He was definitely scared, but he was also excited. Something deep down was telling him, everything would work out the way he wanted. Everything would be fine.

After gaining Patton’s attention, the two started their walk home, laughing and chatting as they usually would. When the trees of the park came into view, Virgil began to prepare himself internally. They reached the turning into their road and Virgil stopped.

“Hey Pat?”

“Hmm?” His friend turned to him, looking utterly adorable in every way.

Virgil couldn’t help but smile, “Uh, I don’t really, wanna get home just yet… Want to come hang out at the park with me?”

The smile that spread across Patton’s face could only be described by Virgil as pure sunshine. The other boy excitedly agreed and they both headed across the road to enter the park.

‘Everything will be fine.’ Virgil thought to himself, repeating it like a mantra in order to keep himself somewhat under-control. ‘Everything. Will. Be. Fine.’

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Feathers and sniffles

Hi I wrote another huwumi fic cause I need more content so I guess I'll provide it myself. This is just a fluffy sickfic, hope you enjoy! Also on Ao3.

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A delinquent's quirk managed to spread a non-lethal illness to anyone in a specific radius. They had been apprehended, but not before managing to make a number of high-ranking pros and regular civilians come down with an extremely exaggerated case of the common cold.

The exact names of the affected were kept from the public, as to not stir unease in the week or two it took for them to recover. In the meantime several hero academies took this opportunity to have students studying for their licenses to work in large groups and pick up all the patrolling hours being neglected.

UA was one of the schools involved in this project. Shouto has been texting Fuyumi updates often to help ease her stress of him and his other equally young classmates running around playing Hero.

Thankfully the individual infecting people was not affiliated with any group, and claims to have taken out a number of villains and petty criminals as well. Given there has been little incident last week and most drug stores have sold out of cough drops and cold medicine, the police are inclined to believe him but tighten security in certain areas to be safe.

Being related to one of the pros turned sick, Fuyumi volunteered to be among those trusted by the police to monitor some of the heroes a couple times a day. It was too dangerous filling any one hospital with all the out-of-commission pros during the mini epidemic, so their addresses were shared with a very small select group of family or friends.

Some heroes, like Best Jeanist, had a plethora of very dedicated employees to check up on them. Others who were more of loners, like Miruko, had to deal with good Samaritans coming by to help out a bit.

Which is how Fuyumi finds herself in Hawks apartment.

It was on the very top floor of the building, and immediately upon entry Fuyumi could see it had large glass doors that let copious amounts of light pour in, leading to a nice sized balcony that housed several potted plants. The location made sense, Hawks' wings made access to the highest level of the complex simple and the balcony was an added convenience to come and go from.

The space was otherwise plain looking with a small couch, weights, TV and gaming consoles, and a futon roll on the ground. There were a number of empty waters, feathers, and a couple bottles of painkillers strewn on the floor, probably used in vain to try and combat the quirk.

Of the few heroes Fuyumi stopped to visit during free time over the week, Hawks’ space was easily the cleanest. She shuddered thinking back on Mt.Lady’s disastrous place, hoping it was mostly due to her being sick and didn't always look like that.

The sound of running water came from down the hall, signaling the winged hero must be showering.

Fuyumi closed and locked the door behind her, taking her shoes off before sliding on the guest slippers by the door. It was a little nerve-wracking coming over at all, but even stranger to use a spare key to enter.

She dropped a small bag of essentials on the kitchen counter, quickly putting things in the fridge and searching the cabinets for a stock pot to reheat the soup in. Hawks had a surprisingly large array of cookware, leading her to assume he cooked often.

Eventually Fuyumi found an appropriate pot and poured the soup in, placing it on a burner. The water down the hall stopped, and a few moments later a door opened. “Hello, please excuse me!” She called out.

Uncharacteristically heavy footsteps padded down the hall, and there emerged a pitifully miserable looking Hawks. He had large bags under his eyes, his skin was pale and clammy even after his shower, his hair fell limply around his face, and his nose was red.

He sniffled, and rubbed his eyes. “Hey…” Even his voice sounded pitiful.

Fuyumi gave him a sympathetic look, not bothering to criticize he greeted a guest with nothing but a large fluffy towel around his waist and...very tiny wings.

There were hardly any of those bright colored feathers attached to his back, and the ones there drooped sadly. “Um...where are your wings?” Fuyumi tried and failed to word the question eloquently.

“Hm? Oh…” He cast a glance over his shoulder. “I can control the feathers, but when I'm super tired or sick it's kind of fuzzy so I just let ‘em fall off. They're all over my room.”

She nodded, still a little confused on the nature of his quirk. She's seen on TV before how he can remove and reattach the feathers at will, but it was strange to see him wingless because he couldn't control them in his current state.

“Well, I brought you chicken soup, I figured you would prefer that to miso.” She gestured to the pot. “I can make you a serving after you get dressed.”

She half expected him to make a teasing joke about his state of undress, but instead he made a non-committal noise and slowly shuffled back down the hall to his room. Though she appreciated he was too sick to sass or flirt for once, it was bizarre.

Fuyumi pulled a bowl out of the cabinet and filled it with soup, hoping it would help Hawks act a little more normal.

Loud footfall signaled his return, and he carelessly fell onto the couch. He was still shirtless but had put on baggy sweatpants and a small towel on his shoulders. Fuyumi supposed that was dressed enough, and hoped he wasn't so delirious he’d spill hot soup on his bare chest.

Fuyumi grabbed a water from the fridge and carried it over with the warmed food. She sat next to him, no concern over the illness being contagious from anyone but the actual quirk-user, and gently nudged the bowl into his hands.

He huffed a thanks, and they sat in mostly silence. Hawks quietly slurping spoonfuls of broth, sniveling every few seconds, and occasionally groaning softly in annoyance, and Fuyumi lightly tapping away on her phone.

Eventually Hawks finished the soup and downed the water. He slumped back on the couch while Fuyumi swiftly took the bowl back to the kitchen. She washed it and the pot, and gathered up the various discarded bottles on the floor for the recycling bin.

“Hawks? Won't you be more comfortable sleeping in your bed?” Fuyumi nudged his shoulder gently until he finally blinked his eyes open.

“Hmm…hey…” He dropped his head back down and tried to resume napping.

She breathed a laugh. “Yes, hi. Now come on, let me take you to bed.”

Fuyumi slapped her hand over her mouth, face heating up from the poor wording of her request. She stared at the hero wide-eyed, scared of what his response will be.

Maybe he'll just shamelessly flirt back? But what if he gets weirded out or offended? I'm just supposed to be here to help, not accidentally say awkward things...

Hawks lifted his head up again, and sniffled. “...ok.” He slowly pushed himself off the couch, grabbed Fuyumi’s hand, and led her down the hall. Or he won't care...that works too.

Normally Fuyumi would've protested holding hands, but Hawks looked so out of it he probably didn’t even notice he took her hand. His palm felt sweaty, but she decided not to vocally complain.

Fuyumi briefly wonders how it'd feel to hold his hand sometime when he's not sick. Not that she'd tell the winged hero that.

The walk down the hall is short, even despite how slowly Hawks was moving. He pushed open the door to his room and made a b-line to the bed, letting go of Fuyumi’s hand so he could fall face first on it.

He wasn't kidding earlier, his room was covered in feathers. The fluffy quills stuck all over everything as if a bomb of crimson paint had exploded. Fuyumi was momentarily terrified when the door first swung open before realizing the walls were in fact not caked in blood. Aside from that, there were a couple more small succulents on his dresser, some clothes thrown on the ground, and a tall bookcase filled with novels and comics.

There was a glass of water and some more medicine on the bedside table, which Fuyumi happily took note of.

Fuyumi glanced around, before stopping on Hawks’ form collapsed on the bed. “Would you like me to tuck you in?” Briefly she worried again about crossing any boundaries, but Hawks peered up at her and nodded.

He shuffled a little so he was no longer lying on the sheets. She pulled them up and draped them gently over his back and shoulders, smiling when he mumbled a thanks.

Fuyumi tucked her hair behind her ear and glanced around. “Would you like me to help clean up? There are a lot of feathers everywhere...”

Hawks closed his eyes and shook his head a little. He looked like he was going to pass out any second, but eventually he cleared his throat. “Todo-san?” She didn't comment on the nickname, but hummed encouragingly for him to continue. “...Would you stay ‘til I fall asleep?”

Fuyumi’s face felt warm, the request was innocent but asked so timidly. It was hard to turn him down, especially when he was in this state, so she agreed and sat on the edge of the bed next to him after scooting some quills out of the way.

Fuyumi played with her hair nervously, reading the titles on the binds of the books she could see from her spot. She glanced at Hawks and smiled softly at his relaxed and sleepy expression. He was usually so talkative and snarky, but being sick left him very quiet.

Hawks was still sniffling a bit as he lied there. “Todo-san?” His voice was so small she would've missed it if there was any other noise in the room.

“Yes, Hawks? Do you need anything?” Fuyumi leaned a little closer to better hear him when he responded.

“Thanks for coming by…’ppreciate it…” Hawks snuggled his face further into his pillow, which made it harder to hear his hoarse mumbling. “I owe y’one.”

Fuyumi laughed lightly. “It's no problem, but if you want to repay me you can just get better soon. Ok?” He hummed in response, probably too close to sleep to properly understand her words.

After a couple minutes of occasionally peeping at Hawks’ face to check for any discomfort, Fuyumi was certain he fell dead asleep. She slowly stood from the bed and tiptoed out of the room, gingerly closing the door behind her.

Fuyumi did a quick scan of the living room to see if there were any missed bottles to clean up. She grabbed her bag and was about to leave when she noticed a whiteboard on the fridge with a grocery list on it.

She paused, before taking the marker and writing a small note. With that she took her leave, locking the door behind her.

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Hawks slowly blinked his eyes open, and immediately was hit with a wave of pain and disgust. He wished he spent more time appreciating how easy it was to breath through his nose back when he had the ability too.

The winged hero groaned as he sat up, spine cracking in several places. He was only in his early twenties but felt so old right now. He tossed a couple pills from the medicine bottle into his mouth then grabbed the water next to it and chugged, ignoring the slight discomfort on his throat from swallowing.

When he finished he stood up and headed to the kitchen to get more water, sniffling every few seconds. He pulled open the fridge door, grabbed the pitcher from the shelf, filled his glass, and put it back.

When he closed the door, he did a double take at the exterior.

Hawks had a whiteboard on the fridge for his grocery list, but a neat handwriting that definitely wasn't his had marked it.

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You fell asleep, so I made sure the dishes and empty bottles were cleaned up before leaving. As I said before, you can repay me by getting better soon! :) -Todoroki Fuyumi

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The winged hero must've reread the words at least five times now, face getting warmer with each time.

The first real smile he's had since getting sick spread on his face as he read the message a sixth time. “Well...I guess being sick hasn't been too bad. I really hope Todoroki-san is the one to drop by tomorrow too.”

[hereliesbitches--me]

“You really think we should be celebrating that now?”

Valentine’s day in the Zompocalypse! ( Always accepting) 

“ As good of a time as any. I don’t think we’re gonna have a break like this again for a while.”

       After a weeks of travelling, avoiding the dead and other scavengers, sleeping with one eye open, and rotating in shifts when they had to sleep in the open, this was one of their rare opportunities to sit and sleep in a house that wasn’t tainted by any of the dead. They hit the jackpot. They found sanctuary in one of those gated communities that seemed clear enough to use the house without fear of waking up to a herd caging them in. The suburbs of New York had a sparse population of the undead in comparison to the congested cities. Here, Rosie comfortable let her bag fall into the kitchen, let the dogs roam about and sniff out for pests, and from the corner she watched as the kids excitedly pulled out a collection of colorful papers, scissors, markers , and glue to set out over the dusty table to work on once Eddie had left for some scavenging and clean up in that day. What he came back to find was a mess of paper clippings and cutouts all over the floor, the kids hiding their little projects away from his sights with a whine that it wasn’t ready – more Mia than Thursday, as her brother timidly tried to hide his creation under a dscolored manila folder he found. It was Rosie keeping Eddie in the living room, checking over what remains of supplies and what had been added. 

“ It’s Valentine’s day, ya know.”  She spoke up suddenly, softly, peering up from the collection and smiling briefly at him. “ That’s why they’re making projects. We used to have a tradition to make gifts for each other, just in case things don’t go so well at school.. ”Rosie settled for a moment, letting herself sit in the worn cushion that had once belonged to some unknown person that was probably among the wandering dead outside. It only took them a few months, but they were finally beginning to get along.. comfortable enough to speak with a little more ease. Sometimes she just talked.. sometimes he would listen, sometimes he wouldn’t, but it didnt matter to her (or did it?) , as long as she could just let it out. Those rare moments he actually conversed back, even if it was just a few words, she savored and kept in mind. The mother let her shoulders sink back for a bit, leaning into the groaning seat as the springs threaten to give, and she looked aside to where she could hear her children quietly chatting in hurried voices. The feline features at the top of her head stood tall and rotated to better catch their words. Her smile was always a tired one, but at least hearing them happy brought a warmth to her soul.. 

 “ Don’t ask why I know its Valentine’s day. Its an amazing worthless sixth sense I have for vital dates to keep in mind. I get its probably stupid to you, but its really important for them to still have a chance to keep good memories alive..”  Though Eddie asked for no explanation, she felt the need to defend it even when no one else would think it wise.  There was a conscious self awareness in her soul that always existed even before the end of the world. She was off in many ways, confusing and nonsensical to many, even before her spiral against mental illness after years of service in the military, and the police force. So few bothered to understand.. She knew something was strange inside her.. Something so very wrong that she just couldn’t fix, but she tried her best to hide it. The only one who had ever seemed to accept it was her Rocky… but just like everything else she touched, her illness was the very thing that killed him. She lived with it every day.. Could Eddie see how she wilted in that moment? How her eyes seemed to sink into her skull and hollow out as her racing thoughts remind her of her loss on a supposed day of love..? She practically ran in a state of autopilot, wearing an empty smile while her tired eyes stared off. 

 Wake up, Rosie. Wake up, you’re drifting. Don’t be so insensitive, you’re not the only one who’s hurting.

Suddenly, she blinked again. That’s right, she thought, he had a wife before too.. 

Rosie turned her head back to Eddie, and she mustered all her energy to offer him a warm look as she dug around her back for something that crinkled loudly as she pulled it out, “ I know it’s not much but..you won’t believe the fact that I found really good chocolate not too long ago to share on this day- ”Then, she was cut off by a chirping high pitched voice.

“ ITS DONE! ITS DONE! We finished- EDDIE, EDDIE, LOOK! FOR YOU!! ”Mia practically skid across the floor, her voice much too loud in a world of deathly silence as she skipped towards the two adults with her colorful crafts in each little hand. Even Rosie winced, and her heart spiked up in paranoid fear at the crowd the volume could arouse from outside. The look alone, sharp on her mother’s slim features, was enough of a warning for Mia to realize her mistake. The 8 year old gasped quietly, a warmth rising in her colored cheeks as she gave Eddie a sheepish grin. She lowered her voice in a quiet apology. In each hand she held a small, hand made card with the artistic eloquence of an elementary schooler’s work. To each adult, she offered her mismatching cards with an eager brilliance in her eyes. “ For you.” 

Eddie’s was a cutout heart much like Rosie’s, decorated in small doodles of hearts and stars and other little images in colorful marker on the front, titled ‘ Happy Valentine Day! ’ in bulky, slanted handwriting.  ‘ From: Mia! To: Awesome Eddie!  ’          Signed off with a heart.Mia was practically bouncing on her toes, eyes shining in anticipation while her restless little tail wagged. Rosie held her card, but her eyes were drawn curiously to Eddie’s card more than her own. “Open it!” Mia urged him, impatience clear in her voice. Rosie found her lips switching slightly in their corners. When the hard opened, It was a mess of glitter, stickers, and drawings. A true arts and crafts work with an explosion of color all around the lopsided heart she cut out of the card. In the center, her bulky little words were written with clear attempt to make it formal, though her hand writing send to change direction as she went. It read: 

      “ Dear Eddie, Don’t let mommy read this.        Happy Valentine’s day to the coolest superhero ever!         Thanks for staying, and making Mommy happy.           And you make me happy! And Thursday happy!          And the doggies happy! (Yes, even doggies are happy)          You make everyone happy, and we have lots of fun together!

          I love you lots, and think you’re so cool.          Thanks for not letting the monsters get us.We protect you too!

         I want you to stay forever. Can you stay forever please? 

         P.S. Mommy likes you a lot. I like when you don’t fight.         P.P.S. Keeping secrets are super hard.

             Love you! And Goop!   - Mia   ”

Drawn on the other half of the heart was their little family, made of triangles and circles. There was Mia in the middle, a lovely rectangle and triangle with a circle head, and little triangles that marked the ears on her head and tail. Besides her Could be assumed as Thursday, made of circles and ovals, with a head full of squiggly lines much like Mia’s own picture self. Mia’s doodle held onto a much larger catlike person, made of circles and triangles that made both her body and cat features. Rosie stood on one side, while on the other, holding onto the Thursday doodle, was the large Dorito-bodied persona that was Eddie. He was composed of bulbous circles and rectangles that make his arms and legs, towering above the rest of the family, with a triangle knife in his stick figure hand. Of course, complete with the dogs on the side, tied together with hearts, and dead bodies of green skinned zombies all around. And the family crudely colored in color pencil to complete the master piece.  “ What does it say?” All Rosie could see was the picture, her brows quirked curiously at the long paragraph her daughter had written, but Mia would not have it as she hopped in between the two and pushed for Rosie to read her own. 

Off in the corner, 6 year old Thursday stood quietly, bashful of the two cards he had in hand. They were not as elaborate as Mia’s… he couldn’t draw like her.  His handwriting was still shaky and in the works.. and worst of all, he decorated his cards with the flowers he picked from outside. Boys dont pick flowers.. men don’t like flowers.. He chided himself and felt the need to sulk away in embarrassment. Eddie would laugh at his card..He was about ready to crumble his creations, up until his mother noted her silent son hiding behind the wall.“ Honey, do you have cards too? What are you doing over there?” Rosie looked at him expectantly, smiling affectionately as she waited for her youngest to come over.. Thursday was startled that she mentioned him. A fearful feeling rose in him suddenly, a horrible ache in his muscles that didn’t let him move. The little boy felt his stomach drop under the eye of both adults, his face growing hot that showed blatantly on his pale freckled face. With wide eyes, he found himself frozen like a deer as they all turned to look at him. Especially Eddie… The light look became concern from Rosie when she noted the fearful shake that overtook her young son. How his breathing changed.. and his body shook like a leaf with the signs of tears that already threatened to fall. Rosie was quick to stand and hurry over to him , but by then he had already taken cover behind the kitchen wall and curled up. The two had vanished for a time.. Thursday whimpering and crying, Rosie’s hushed voice quietly soothing, until they both could talk low enough to not be heard. Mia frowned a bit as the attention was taken away from her card but she turned her attention to Eddie with a shrug of her shoulders. “ Sometimes, Thursday can be so weird. I can never tell why he suddenly cries..”

Rosie emerged once again with her son after a few minutes had passed, holding him in front of her, while Thursday timidly held his card desperately behind his back. His mother already had her pink card in hand, and smiled  gently as she ushered him towards where Eddie sat, “ He made you a card, Eddie. But he think you won’t like it because it has flowers. Isn’t that silly? Everyone likes flowers, right?”Thursday seemed to shrivel even more the closer he came. The boy dropped his head as he grew even smaller than he already was before his idol, stricken with fear that couldn’t make him stop his shaking. Rosie pursed her lips, and looked at Eddie expectantly for some comfort for her son. Her eyes expressed her desperate plead that he say something to encourage Thursday. As they stopped , Rosie knelt down and gently tapped on Thursday’s arms to bring them forward. From his mother’s touch, he nearly recoiled. Rosie grew more worried than before as she carefully put her arms around him, “ Thursday, please.. You didn’t work hard on it just for Mr.Eddie not to see it, did you? ” “ He won’t like it..”“You won’t know that unless he sees it. And I don’t believe he thinks flowers are bad, baby.. It looks so pretty. I bet he’ll keep it forever.”

Her assurance seemed to work to some extent. Thursday raised his head up just enough to look at his mother, and Rosie gave him a nod in return. He felt fragile and pathetic.. more than normal as he was put on the spot. But Rosie was right.. he wouldn’t know unless he tried. If Eddie liked Mia’s.. then he could like his own, right? Right. He swallowed the lump in his throat, and mustered all the courage he had in his little body to will his arms forward, to offer the black card of hearts.    “.. I-I hope y-you like it.. “

Yes, it was simple. It was not like Mia’s , who’s card looked like a rainbow threw up all over it with her abundance of stickers, glitter, and drawings that made it up. No, Thursday kept his card simple and clean. To the true nature of a fan, he kept it black and white themed, having written in chalk ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ on the cover with each letter a struggle to keep at the same size, and decorated the outside with an array of little flower blooms from lavender to yellow. Inside were drawings much like Mia’s, however oriented around action as ‘Venom’ kicked Zombie ass and protected them all. His text was much simpler, and expressed all he wanted Eddie to know :

    “ You’re my favorite Hero.        You make me happy. Please dont go.

       I love you.” 

Just like Mia’s, Rosie had taken the hint enough not to look.. Perhaps she’ll glance in later when the kids sleep. Satisfied with the scene, Rosie sat down on the couch, and pulled both her little ones into the seat besides her before once more reaching in to pull out a silver bag for them all.The Jackpot: Half melted hershey’s kisses. 

The sight of chocolate drew both the children’s attention onto the crinkling bag with slack jaws gaping. Chocolate had not been seen.. in months. almost  a year? Not edible chocolate at least. The fact that they let out audible gasps of excitement was enough to earn a rare titter of laughter from Rosie as she grinned,

“ I say since we passed out the cards, its about time we get into the chocolate.Dessert before dinner sounds good.

Anyone disagree? ”

There was not a word of protest from the children as golden smiles lit up across their faces. This would be a good Valentine’s day..

Even with their new friend.

[mypokemonpride]

Today, on the start of Pride Month, I have come to realize something very important that I feel everyone can learn from like I did (IMPORTANT READ)

I LET YOU GO

An analysis of life through a mega lesbian’s eyes 

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So, a while back, I went through a break up that I really did not see coming but somewhere deep down I knew that it was what I wanted, but was too afraid to do and that knowledge deep inside me manifested into confusing stress and denial, anxiety, and emotional pain. Things kept happening and happening and I’d find myself up at night (on the worse freshman dorm bed ever btw) wondering what’s gonna happen next. Needless to say, when it happened, I was destroyed, heart shattered and it felt like I lost all the shards and couldn’t even try to piece it back together. But, anyways, that is not the focus of my little story here. (Random snipets of things ive learned) 

 I realized that I have a whole life ahead of me, so many things I want to do and see, I will meet so many people, and I only have this one life. I could be here mulling over a break up every now and then or I could go out and discover new things about myself, try out a new hairstyle (CAN’T WAIT OMG PRAY IT WORKS LOL), eat new foods, exercise more(i love exercise) see new places, find new hobbies, meet new people, live and laugh. 

You can accept that someone was toxic for you, but not hate them. Hate is such a wicked emotion, you think you use it to direct emotional revenge at someone, but, in reality it only backfires on yourself, it is not a good emotion for the giver or the receiver. I found that loving others, remembering the good in people and in the world, and most importantly, taking steps to remember how to love yourself, makes everything in your life brighter and more fulfilling. Of course, hate or dislike is not immediately invalid and wrong either, in some cases, it is completely warranted. But, never let the emotion consume you, because then it will try to destroy you. 

For me, I chose not to hate her. Honestly, I have no idea how she feels about me, she could be steaming, making me out to be some super horrible girl to others, she could be sad and longing, she could be fine, happy, or a mixture of this and things unsaid, or none of them. However, this is the part  that I really learnt. IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT THEY THINK/FEEL ABOUT YOU NOW, the only thing that matters now (and always has) is HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT YOU. Because you can always find a 100% ensured long term, committed and loving relationship only within yourself and no one else. 

I believe that choosing not to hate her was the greatest development in my emotional health and character development post-breakup. I had all the reasons to hate her should I have chosen to, I mean she did confess to me that she only dated me because I was the only lesbian she knew, that she never liked me, and said I made her question her sexuality to make me feel like such a horrible person and lesbian among other post breakup aggression in front of my friends and when alone....BUT, I am choosing to LET IT GO. It is not exactly easy knowing that your first love was just using you, for anyone regardless of sexuality. I would never wish that knowledge on anyone, nor would I wish for anyone to feel like its OKAY to do that to someone else because it’s not, its really not. What good does it really do, to hate, to let someone have emotional power over you when that person isn’t even in your life anymore? 

I want to make it clear, however, that feeling is not bad. You need to feel what you’re feeling in order to move on and forward. So, at the start, have fits of utter disgust and hate, feel that deep rooted betrayal, feel the loneliness of loss, let the tears fall like the greatest waterfall, let denial cloud a night or two to make sleeping easier, LAUGH SO HARD YOU SCARE THE DEVIL, don’t feel guilty for feeling happy, for looking at someone else, for loving yourself, accepting yourself and the situation. Peace of mind is yours to keep, fear is something we all lose. Realize that nothing is ever a one person cause, recognize your faults, get better and learn from the bad to make something good, but don’t pretend that theirs didn���t exist, never blame yourself. let it be known that things happen, people drift apart, the system that you thought was working and operating fine had a major and mutually created, mutually discovered malfunction inside, and the only way to fix it was to ship it away and find a better one. But, it doesn’t mean the first one was completely horrible, it just simply wasn’t meant to work for you. But, it will work perfectly fine for someone else, just as there is a system that will work for you. And, aren’t we all happy to have something that works? Why would we want to keep something that isn’t working, it can’t turn on, can’t go anywhere? 

I am letting go, but I know I still need time, I know I will have seconds, minutes, maybe even a day of fleeting thoughts of anguish, of hate, of desire and of many other things still, it is not something that goes away just like that, and that is okay. It is a wound, but, over time, every wound scars over and begins to heal. However, some scars will never completely fade. And even if they do on the skin, the memory of it never leaves your brain. It is still a battle for me trying not to hate myself, to not let her words or actions determine my worth in this world. Because, I know I am a good person, and I loved her with all my heart, and I cannot forget that, but it does not mean I will condone or even pardon those things she said and did just because I chose not to hate her for it. Yes. I have a scar. It will not fade from memory even as it begins to fade from the surface. But, it certainly stops hurting, and let me tell you, there are many real scars I’ve had throughout life all over me and inside me that I’ve stopped caring to think about. They may be there,but, they do not hurt me anymore, but sometimes, I happen to come across them and I’ll remember fleetingly, oh yeah that wound right there had really hurt and then move on. Life is a lot like that too. 

When it is time for me to date again, it will be when all the pieces of my heart are put back together. I am still working on some pieces, but it will be finished in time, brand new and better. And should it happen again, well, with these hands I will pick the pieces up and rebuild it again, and again, and again, until I find a design that works perfectly with me. 

To my future girlfriend, I will love you with all of my heart, I will be the best version of nia i can be for myself and for you. But, right now is not the time. But, the time will come, and when it does, I will be so happy to hold you in my arms and welcome you into my life. 

To my ex-girlfriend, my first love, I will not forget you, I do not know if we will ever speak again or see each other, but, if by some chance we do, I will say hello and smile, I do not hate you, I have let go of what has happened between us, of both of our contributions to the breakup, and I have let go of you, but I do not pardon and forgive your words that spoke of manipulation and your actions, but, I have let it go. And I honestly wish you the best in life, wherever that takes you, with whoever, but for yourself above all else. As I wish for the same with my life. If there is one advice I wish you could hear or see, I would say, please, whoever you date next, please actually like them this time and want to date them for them not to simply date.That will make me happy, the person you date happy, and make yourself happy too.  Because people are humans; humans do not deserve to be treated like that, trust me, knowing what I know now is the worse feeling. I’ve let go of the fact that you’ve done this to me, but I won’t be able to let go of it if you do it to another person. 

To everyone who read and to those who won’t or stopped midway, i wish you all well and happiness. Remember life is so short, live it the way you want. The universe has a funny and slightly cruel way of making things work for the better in the long run. 

So, in closing, I’d like to say this: (this is not a poem, but an anthem.)

 ..... 

I say it out loud 

I let you go

I say it loud in these letters

I let you go

I say it loud in my mind 

I let you go

I say it loud to nothing 

I let you go

I say it loud to everything

I let you go

I say it loud to Past 

I 

Present

let

Future 

you

And gently, I whisper it to my mending heart 

Go. 

[taeyongdoyoung]

Honesty

Sebastian took a sip from the wine he’d been devouring for half an hour and sighed deeply. Things weren’t looking very good right now. In fact, they’d been terrible ever since Melinda broke up with him. And if he had to be completely honest, ever since Kelly had started dating his guard Leonard. It’s not like he felt anything about Kelly. It’s just that he was so used to having his best friend all to himself that he was lowkey jealous when she began to spend more time with someone else. Not that they’d been very close throughtout the last year. But still, he wanted things to go back to the way they used to be. He missed the times when she would comfort him because of his nightmares, the times when he’d tease her without any worries, the times when she would smile at him in her special way.

Suddenly, he heard a loud knock on the door.

“Who is it?” he inquired with annoyance. He was obviously not in the perfect state for conversations with anyone. Damn you, wine!

“It’s Kelly,” she informed him.

He wanted to open immediately. But he also didn’t want to hear her worried voice, he didn’t need her pity or concern. However, the need to see her, to talk to her was stronger than any shame he felt for getting drunk on his own. Sebastian somehow made his legs walk and unlocked hastily.

“Hey,” he muttered anxiously.

“You holding up?” she asked cautiously and sat herself in an armchair.

He returned to his seat and nodded.

“I wanted to ask you something about Leo.”

“Shoot.”

“Do you think he’s hiding something? Like, sometimes he’s really secretive and I wish I could ask him directly but honestly, Your Majesty, he scares me sometimes.”

Sebastian rubbed his chin thoughtfully and tried to look at Kelly in the eyes.

“Kelly...I’ve been feeling the exact same way! I mean, Leo is super loyal and that’s great. I don’t want to speak ill of him, believe me. But I know what you mean, this boy is definitely keeping some secrets from us. And yet, don’t we all?”

Kelly shrugged.

“I don’t think so. Personally, I have a secret of two myself but...you’re like the most honest guy in the whole kingdom. Your kingdom. God, it still feels surreal, you know. My best friend and my king are the same person. Wow.”

Sebastian laughed softly.

“Cute.”

He could swear he saw her blushing. And he was supposed to be the drunk one.

“Anyways, I should probably leave you to...Wait! Have you been drinking alone?”

There it is. Judgment Day. Sebastian leaned his forehead against his palm.

“Yes, Kelly, do you always have to react like that? Are you my mother?”

Kelly snorted.

“Okay, fine, no shame. But you could have at least invited me to drink with you!” she pretend to be offended.

“Right. As if that’ll ever happen,” Sebastian scoffed sarcastically.

And as if to prove him wrong, Kelly grabbed the bottle of wine from the ground and drank. A lot.

“Holy shit, girl, chill!” Sebastian was actually worried about her limits.

Kelly gave him a cold grin.

“Why? So you can drink more? I don’t think so, mister.”

Sebastian stared at her in disbelief.

“You know alcohol’s not good for you, Kelly. Don’t you remember when-”

Kelly groaned.

“Ugh, you don’t have to remind me. But it’s not good for you, either. You should find another way to deal with your Melinda issues.”

Sebastian was no longer certain this was about Melinda. Maybe, it had never been about her.

“You think I’m drinking because of her?”

Kelly shook her head.

“Until you give me another plausible explanation, I won’t believe your empty words.”

Sebastian ran a hand through his golden hair.

“Very well, Kelly. Let me spell it out for you. You. Are. My. Issue.”

Kelly wasn’t sure she was breathing.

“What do you mean?”

Sebastian looked away.

“No, this is wrong. You’re with Leo now and I have no right to demand anything of you.”

Kelly just wished he would tell her whatever he meant already. She was done with his ambiguous sentences. Such conversations were supposed to be clear, easy, straightforward. At least, they used to be.

“Please, be truthful with me. Don’t think about Leo. Don’t think about what is right or wrong. Just tell me whatever’s been tormenting you.”

Sebastian was never good at this. But it was high time he admitted this. Not only to Kelly, but to himself.

“I met this really cool girl a couple of years ago. She’s like...so gorgeous, extremely smart, super funny. And I’m like...the biggest idiot for not realizing all that sooner. We could have been the greatest couple in the kingdom, you know? But I guess, it’s too late for that now, eh?”

“Tell me her name,” Kelly replied faintly.

Sebastian smiled at her.

“It’s yours.”

[nurseperriestyles-blog]

More of the Same

A/N: I do not take credit for this picture. But I did have my husband edit her hair and eye color to match Perrie. This is the closest I’ve found online, and it’s pretty close. 

This post probably had a lot of typos and issues, as per usual. I was fighting sleep when I wrote it

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“I’d much rather save the heroes than be the hero.” --Perrie Styles

 General Information

Name: Perrie Styles

Pronunciation: Pear-ee

Name Meaning: Pear tree

Name Origin: French

Other Names: Pear

Gender: Female

Titles: Nurse Styles

Birth Name: Perrie Styles

Birth Date: October 17th

Birth Length: 16 inches

Birth Weight: 6 ½ lbs

Birth Place: Infirmary in Wall Rose

Manner of Birth: Natural

First Word(s): “Uh oh”

Dominant Hand: Right

Astrological Sign: Libra

Catchphrase: “Fuck.” (She says it way too much)

Autograph: Literally just a “P” with illegible scribbles after it

Handwriting: The messiest, most lazy chicken scratch ever. She has very pretty, neat cursive handwriting, though, when she tries.

ID Number/SSN: N/A

License Plate Number: N/A

Appearance

Picture: See above

Height: 5’4

Weight: 110 lbs

Species: Human

Race: Caucasian  

Blood Type: A-

Symbol: N/A

Skin Color: White

Birthmarks: N/A

Extra Anatomy: N/A

Hair Color: Pale, icy blonde

Hair Length: Just above her collar bones

Hair Type: Wavy

Hair Style: A long, messy bob

Widow's Peak: None

Eye Color: Dark blue/grey

Eyebrows: Full with a subtle arch

Nose Shape: Small and turns up at the end

Teeth: Straight and white

Face Shape: Heart shaped

Complexion: She has pretty clear skin, but around her hair line tends to get a few small bumps from sweating.  

Facial Hair: None

 Health and Image

Diet: Perrie doesn’t watch what she eats at all. It’s lucky that she finds time to eat at all.

Exercise: She walks to and from work, and is on her feel all day, but that’ all the exercise she gets

Fitness: That’s one of her least favorite words

Posture: She slouches a lot, but if she’s trying to impress someone, she’ll stand up straight

Dexterity: She isn’t very clumsy, unless she’s really tired

Reflexes: Her reflexes are better than average. She’s pretty good at dodging items thrown by hysterical patients

Abnormalities: None

Handicaps: None

Medication: None

Allergies: Cats

Diseases: None

Illnesses: None

Disorders: PTS from the fall of Wall Maria

Broken Bones: None

Wardrobe: She mostly wears cotton dresses and skirts, her nursing smocks, collared button ups

Accessories: None. She doesn’t wear any jewelry or anything because she loses it or it gets in the way

Equipment: N/A

Musical Instruments: None. She has no musical ability whatsoever

Piercings: None

Hygiene: She’s not a neat/clean freak, but she keeps herself and her hands very clean

Makeup: Nope. Perrie doesn’t have the time or skill to put on makeup

Perfume / Cologne: She keeps a bottle of her mother’s perfume that smells like roses, but she only wears it on special occasions

Scent: She washes in strawberry scented soap and shampoo. She really, really loves strawberries, ya’ll.

Scars: She has a thin, diagonal scar on her left thigh

Tattoos: None

Voice

Voice: She has a sweet, soft voice. When she’s mad or super serious about something, it’s more loud and firm

Pitch: On the higher side, but not obnoxious and squeaky  

Laughter: She has a rather loud laugh, and she snorts sometimes

Impediments: None

   Psychology

IQ: 148

Vocabulary: Perrie has a very extensive vocabulary, especially medical terms and such. She isn’t pretentious about it, however.

Memory: When she’s learning something, or needing to remember something important, she has an excellent memory. If it’s just everyday things, or when she’s really tired, she can’t remember anything

Temperament: Choleric

Learning Style: She starts by reading and studying something, then moves on to hands on learning

Emotional Stability: She is very emotionally stable. She can, however, become overwhelmed and freak out, but not very often

Mental Health: She’s healthy. She has slight PTS and can freak out in certain situations, but it isn’t debilitating.

Philosophy

Religion: None. She believes firmly in science and thinks religion is ridiculous, but she doesn’t slam it in people’s faces. She never talks about religion with others.

Superstitions: None

Spirit Animal: If she had to pick an animal, it would probably be an owl

Etiquette: Perrie is very polite and kind in social or professional situations, but she can be very vulgar in casual situations, or if she’s bothered

Alignment: Lawful good

Perception: Realist

Philosophy / Motto: “She believed she could, so she did.”

Taboos: Murder. No matter what, Perrie could never bring herself to take another’s life. It is against everything she stands for as a nurse

Vices: Cursing, spite

Virtues: Kindness, open-minded, hard-working

Character

Primary Objective: Become a doctor

Secondary Objectives: Enjoy life with her family and friends

Priorities: Her job and her loved ones

Motivation: Being the best she can be

Self Confidence: Very high

Self Control: High most of the time, but sometimes her temper can get the best of her

Self Esteem: High, though she can be self-conscious about some things

Quirks: Chewing her lip, snorts when laughing, dry hands, always has stained clothes, her hair is always a mess. 

Hobbies: Cooking, gardening, reading, sewing

Closet Hobbies: Drawing. She isn’t very good, but she likes to doodle and sketch. She would die if anyone knew

Guilty Pleasures:

Habits: Lip chewing, cursing, hand washing

Desires: Success in her job, safe family and friends

Wishes: Defeat of the Titans, to become a doctor

Traumas: Titan’s invading Wall Maria, being betrayed by close friends...

Worries: Her friends/family being hurt, failing at her job, Titans

Nervous Tics: Lip chewing

Soothers: Quiet places, her garden, cooking, sewing

Soft Spots: Kids, puppies, pretty flowers

Cruel Streaks: Perrie isn’t cruel at all, but she can be a little spiteful. She would never intentionally hurt anyone, though

Accomplishments: Finishing nursing school and becoming a nurse, saving many people, learning how to cook new things

Greatest Achievement: She will always say her greatest achievement is making her dad proud. She’s such a daddy’s girl.

Failures: Not being able to help people when the wall fell, losing patients, she feels like she fails Eren everytime he gets kidnapped. She also felt like a failure when Ty joined the Survey Corps despite her trying to convince him not to, not remembering her mother

Biggest Failure: She feels that Carla Yeager’s death was her fault. She feels that she should have gone and seen if she was okay before fleeing Shiganshina.

Favorite Dream: She dreamt that she had a giant garden beyond the Walls, and there were no Titans. She could hear her father whistling somewhere near by, and she could smell strawberries and tea leaves..

Worst Nightmare: Perrie had a nightmare that her father and Ty were Titans, and she watched them eat Mikasa and her mother. She woke up and felt like crying after it

Earliest Memory: She remembers a woman singing and a vase of roses on the kitchen table

Fondest Memory: There’s so many, but her favorite is her father teaching her how to plant a rose bush

Worst Memory: The day Shiganshina fell

Most Prized Possession: Her mother’s perfume

Most Valuable Possession: A rare cookbook Ty got her for her 19th birthday

Collections: Cookbooks

Embarrassments: She’s embarrassed anytime a guy flirts with her. She gets so flustered

Humor: Sarcastic and silly

Regrets:

Secrets: The fact that she draws, her secret savings stash,  

Darkest Secret: She doesn’t really have one

Pet Peeves: Weeds in the garden, when people can’t cook

Phobias: Germs

Greatest Fear: Losing her family/friends

Confidence: 8/10

Creativity: 8/10

Generosity: 10/10

Honesty: 9/10

Loyalty: 10/10

Insecurities: 4/10

Patience: 7/10

Predictability: 6/10

Reliability: 10/10

Responsibility: 10/10

Trustworthiness: 10/10

Common...

Compliments: “Cutie” “Healthy as a horse!” (She’s a damn medical nerd)

Insults: “Asshole”

Expletives: All of them. Every one of them.

Farewells: “See ya later” “Be safe”

Greetings: “Hi” “Hello, I’m Nurse Styles” (at work)

Mood: Tired and friendly

 Preferences

Likes: Flowers, books, working, new dresses

Dislikes: Losing things, arguments, not being right

Favorites: Strawberries, pastel colors, spring, naps

Least Favorites: Lettuce, cold weather, Military Police (Even Perrie thinks they’re assholes)

Home, Work, and Education

Sleep Patterns: Sporadic at best

Eating Habits: She eats whenever she remembers

Pets: None

Job Title: Nurse

Experience: 4 years

Work Ethic: She is diligent and hardworking

Transportation: She walks

Criminal Record: None

Dream Job: Doctor

Social

Mother: Moria Styles (deceased)

Father: Desmond Styles

Guardians: She’s of age, so none

Siblings: None

Children: None

Close Relatives: Ty Styles (cousin) Ansel Styles (Uncle) Lise Styles (Aunt)

Distant Relatives: None. She had a very small family. Her grandparents on her mother’s side only had one child, and her father’s parents had Desmond and Ansel. Both sets of grandparents were killed in the culling after the fall

Best Friend: Ty, Hanji, Eren

Close Friends: Mikasa, Armin, Petra, Levi, most of the Survey Corps

Confidantes: Hanji, Levi, Ty

Allies: The Survey Corps

Acquaintances: Her co-workers

Rivals: Hanji, but in a friendly way

Inspirations: Hanji, Levi, Erwin, the doctors she works with

Heroes: Ty, Desmond

Mentors: Grisha Yeager, Hanji

Romance

First Love: Levi

Love Interests: Levi

Marital Status: Single

Orientation: Straight

Flirtiness: She’s too awkward and shy, but she has her moments

Turn ons: Intelligence, dedication, loyalty

Turn offs: Cockiness, selfishness, “assholes” (as quoted by Perrie)

Fetishes: None

Virginity: Perrie hasn’t even been kissed. Poor kid.

Reactions

Angry: When she’s angry, she’ll have a stony expression and not speak unless spoken to. She will say spiteful things, but not very hurtful. She’ll roll her eyes and curse even more than usual.

Anxious: She’ll tear into her lip big time, sometimes she makes it bleed. She will pace a little and talk rapidly and nonstop

Conflicted: She’ll go back and forth between her choices, being very adamant that she’s made her choice, but then the next second she’s switched.

Criticized: She can take criticism very well most of the time, especially when it is from superiors. But if someone is just being overly critical and mean, she’ll bristle and call them out

Depressed: She’ll bury herself in her work, and when she’s home, she’ll hide in her garden or bedroom and avoid people

Embarrassed: She’ll avoid eye contact, blush violently, and stammer a lot

Excited: Perrie’s eyes light up and she’ll smile and jitter around

Frightened: She’ll freeze up for a moment, but then slide her mask on and fight through the fear

Happy: She’ll smile and hum and compliment everyone

 Personality

MBTI Personality Type: INFJ-A