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avionvadion · 2 years

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um, hello (^ ^*)/ I'm not really sure if you'll read this, but it's totally fine if you won't!! (no pressure) I'd just like to say I'm really grateful for you and your stories. They are probably something I see as a safe space, they're so inspiring and comforting!! it's really cool how you have the courage and passion to create your art and stories, along with sharing them to the rest of the world. that takes a lot of guts.

i guess i still lack the confidence and faith in my writing skills, since i can't help but doubt a lot about whether or not my stories are worthy and good enough. but anyways, I just wanted to say thank you (again) for being you and for the content you post, they never fail to bring me serotonin or hope that I'd finally feel comfortable enough in sharing my own stories as well. please take care and stay safe out there!! <33 (so sorry though if I rambled a lot, i was feeling a bit down haha)

I’m constantly second guessing my own writing, especially when they’re new fanfics or if it’s like an extra fluffy chapter, so I know how that feels. 😅

It often gets to the point where I reread and re-edit so much that I can’t even tell if I like the chapter anymore, but don’t have the heart to redo it again because I can’t figure out how to reword anything anymore. It’s even worse when it gets into the plot twists as I have a habit of writing very twisty stories because ✨drama✨ and I’m anxious over whether or not it’ll be received well. I also write in the first person PoV which a lot of people hate, but I’m just most comfortable with as it lets me get emotions across easier. As a result, I’m terrified every time I post a new chapter or fic 🤣😭

But I love writing and I love drawing, and I really like to share things and finding out whether or not other people will like them too, so I make myself post everything. What really matters most though in any art or story form is whether YOU, the creator, enjoy what is you’re making. As such? Any ideas of stories or art you want to do ARE worthy and good enough, and no one but yourself can tell you otherwise. Constructive criticism is one thing, hate comments are another. It’s vitally important to learn the difference. (Sometimes I still have trouble, buuuut I’m still learning, lol.)

Oh! And another thing that I promise is relevant even though it might not sound so at first. 🤣

I’m still haunted by the cringe of a Yu-Gi-Oh fic I wrote back when I was, like, twelve, which was the first big fanfic I’ve ever written that really got me into the “isekai” trope because… reasons, but if I didn’t write it back then I never would have gotten to the point where I am now. As a result, while I did delete the (cough) sequels (cough) to it, I still have the original cringe posted on fanfic net somewhere (it was adopted by someone else so it’s not on my profile anymore but like it’s still there) and on my deviantart (yikes) to serve as a reminder of my fanfic origins.

We all have to start somewhere, and that was the starting line for me. 💕

Twelve year old me had an absolutely blast writing that fic all those years ago, and even if I don’t necessarily like the cringe that it is now, if it wasn’t for that troubled kid that wanted to escape into a world of Duel Monsters to get away from reality then we wouldn’t have any of the fanfics I’m writing today. Which would mean no Once Upon a Dream/Tragedy or Desperate Decisions. So! Ahem.

Just know that you have my support and that I believe in you! It might be a little tough or tricky at times, but, whether it be writing or drawing, art will take form if you give it shape. You got this!

I’m also really happy you find my blog/stories/art as a safe space/comfort. 🥰 Drawing and writing has been my comfort for as long as I can remember, so it’s always really nice to hear others enjoy it/take comfort from the things I post!

I hope you feel better, Anon, and stay safe too! 💕✨💕 Thank you!

#fanfic #ask #writing #I’m not good at advice but I believe in you! You got this!

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stagnantgrief · 2 years

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get to know you tag meme

tagged by @alienfuckeronmain @takingthel @jerk-bitch-67 (thank you<3)

i'm a bit late since i totally forgot about this! Rules: tag nine people you want to know better. (everyone i know has been tagged already LMAO)

Three ships: SamDean/Wincest (obviously) Johnlock, Stony (pre civil war, after that I hated this pairing)

First ever ship: oh god. probably Drarry? i really loved Scully/Mulder and Bones/Booth as a kid and now. when i first joined tumblr i BREATHED Sterek which is funny since i have never seen an episode of teen wolf.

Last song: Seven Nation Army by the White Stripes

Last movie: I don't watch movies very often so the last one I watched a few weeks back was The Dark Knight, i posted about it on here too!

Currently reading: How Lucky (40% in a slump rn :/) Thursday Murder Club (25%) Anxious People (70%?) ALSO fic rec here that i finished last night that was absolutely incredible. big big fan of first time late seasons wincest.

Currently watching: White Collar (8th rewatch, yikes)

Currently consuming: my multivitamin :')

Currently craving: hmmmm probably mangoes? i'm having that thing where absolutely nothing looks appealing and eating feels like a chore

Thanks for tagging me! this was fun, i won't tag anyone since all my mutuals have been tagged on various posts so if you're interested feel free to do it and tag me :) I love reading these things. Here's a blank format to copy/paste.

blank format:

get to know you tag meme

Rules: Tag 9 People You Want to Know Better

Three ships: First ever ship: Last song: Last movie: Currently reading: Currently watching: Currently consuming: Currently craving:

#tags #long post

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axther · 4 years

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Heyo, can I get a bnha matchup? I'm a bisexual ENTP, but am mistaken as an introvert often due to being bad at social interaction and liking alone time. I talk a lot with people I'm comfortable with though. Sometimes I joke in serious situations. I don't worry that much and am carefree, though I can get randomly anxious sometimes. I'm a bit bad with emotions, but I've been told I can cheer people up because I'm optimistic. I'm a deep thinker and have been told a lot I'm smart.

Fnkdaofdnskao i really took a hot second with this one tbh 🥴 but here u go!! Also, since there was no gender listed, i just went w they/them pronouns!! If u want smth different, then just hmu and i can change it!! Also, i am so sorry i made the second one as more of a scenario?? And it was...oof. yikes. Sorry. This has become my style. Scenarios disguised as matchups. Im a liar

AS OF 05/25/2020 IM A LIAR ITS OUT TONIGHTTTT

#1 is…Denki!

okokokokok SO

Y’all meet during a training exercise!

It’s something similar to USJ, except it’s across several different schools and classes

And y’all had to find a bunch of objects

So there’s a mixed bundle of people

It’s a sort of competition

And everyone is sweating bullets

And honestly??

You’re just vibin

And i mean this like, you don’t really seem concerned.

You’re just chilling while everyone’s fighting, trying to find the best solution.

Naturally, you’re worried, too

But you know that it’s kinda useless to try and talk over Monoma and Bakugou

Now

Denki’s staying pretty quiet, too.

While it looks like he’s just vibing, too, but honestly?

He’s crazy nervous

Because here are all these super talented heroes-to-be, he feels like he’s gonna be glossed over

So as everyone’s duking it out, the two of you are just kinda...hanging in there

Now the thing is

You guys are avoiding eye contact.

Not in the sense of ‘oh my god, you atrocity to man,’

But in the ‘two bros chilling in a hot tub’ way.

So as the entire thing is falling on its head

You look over and notice that he’s trying desperately to remain chill.

He’s kinda fiddling with himself

And you nudge him a bit

And as he turns to look at you, you may or may not be screaming ‘what the FUCK did I just do??????’ in your head

But when he faces you, you just give him a thumbs up

Like that

And he’s kinda at a loss

But he takes it, and gives you a smile and a big ol’ thumbs-up, too!!

There’s no interaction again, until he nudges you

“Do you think they’ll come up with something?”

You shrug.

“Considering that the only brain cell in my class went to the Class Rep, and it doesn’t look like these guys their class brain cell, I don’t think so.”

Denki pulls back a snort before wiping his smirk off his face.

“Do you think...we could try? On our own?”

“Maybe.” You shrug again. “You’re the shock quirk user, right?”

Denki is stunned

Did someone remember him?

Woah

From here on out consider him whipped

“Yeah! What’s your quirk?”

“Crystallian.”

You watch his face go through a journey of emotions before settling on muffled confusion.

“Warping, basic elemental magic.” You play with some of your hair. “It’s all tied to a crystal I keep at home. If it’s safe, I’m safe.”

Denki nods.

He hadn’t heard of quirks where they have a variety of unrelated uses

But he’s there for it!!

You two begin to make your own plan to succeed in the exercise

And once y’all look over and realise that the arguing isn’t going to change, thanks to Monoma egging Bakugou on

Y’all dip

And by that, I mean you warp him and yourself to the highest point in the building

Took one (1) look at the lights

Shared a glance

And y’all took out the power

Within about thirty minutes, y’all have all the goods!!

Most folks are still trying to get used to the lack of light

So when your group presents the stuff to the teachers, Aizawa is tired but takes it

And so you guys pass!!

You and Denki talk more after

And he finds out that you’re part of a special school for kids with special quirks

Which off the bat sounds really bad

But you meet folks that are like you

and you tell him that he’d probably fit right in.

He’s over the moon!!! For once!!

Someone that takes him seriously!!

Y’all exchange numbers and the entire class can’t begin to fathom that holy shit Denki Kaminari got a s/o before anyone else in the class

Throws them all for a loop

And meanwhile Denki’s thriving w hugs and cuddles

#2 is…Momo!

Momo is...complicated

She’s in a rich family with a strong quirk

She’s got more than enough pressure on her shoulders

Especially since she was in 1-A, so the entire literal country of Japan has their eyes on her

And all the while she’s doing her best to focus, focus, focus

She wanted one day where she could be like Mina, Ochako, Tooru, Jirou, Tsu…

Normal.

So she does it

One morning, while her parents are gone, and before anyone else is awake

She ties her hair up and places it into a gaudy blonde wig

(Which was a massive pain in the ass, but that was the price of freedom)

She dons sunglasses, an outfit that in any other case she would die being caught in

Leaves her phone on her bed

Tiptoes down the stairs

And leaves

The moment she’s past the gates of her house and out of view, she lets out an enormous sigh

She has no idea what she’s going to do

But her heart races a little, because that was the beauty of it!!

She finally had no rules, short of the law

So she waltzes down the road, the city wakes up, and as the first hour drips by, she notices a distinct wave of youth

They’re not doing much, just relaxing in cafes and alleys

and Momo wonders if anyone is planning to send truant police

but considering she’s doing the same exact thing, she’s not gonna call them out

But as she passes by an arcade, she notices a group

They’re a bit more subdued than most of the others, just watching one of their friends play a dancing game and fail horribly

But most notably, Momo sees you

You’re snorting at the lanky girl who’s tripping over her own feet, but at the same time, it looks like you’re cheering her on

Momo’s curious, of course, but she also doesn’t want to intrude

But then one of them, a boy, turns and waves her over

She jumps because oh my god and makes her way over

“Hey, did you want to play? Sorry that Tsukki was hogging the game.” The boy says, and you turn and glance at her.

At first, Momo’s wondering if she should really join in, but then she sees you, fully…

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Unfortunately, you seem a bit closed off because you start talking to the last member of the party

Momo brushes it off and nods quickly

because goddamnit that’s what she’s here for

being a normal teenager

So she starts playing Tsukki

And Momo wipes the floor with her

Tsukki takes it well, fortunately, but it sparks conversation

“Where’d you learn to play?” The boy, Seong-Jin, kept on asking

Momo wasn’t crazy comfortable telling the Korean transfer student that she had ballroom classes

But as she’s about to make an excuse

She sees Present Mic out of the corner of her eye

And immediately panics

But before she can tell the four that she needs to hide, you come in clutch

You notice her look of panic and take off your jacket

And you drape it over her and pull up the hoodie.

At that point, all you can see is the bottom half of her face

(seeing as she never took off her sunglasses)

And a tuft of blonde hair

Present Mic even pops by for a second to ask how the kids were doing, and he didn’t recognise Momo

So crisis averted

Almost immediately afterwards, the five bail from the arcade and ask Momo why she freaked out

But then you speak up

“She doesn’t have to tell us. But next time you might need to bail, feel free.”

You gave her a soft smile, and when I tell you Momo’s face lights up

You two stick together for the rest of the day

And Seong-Jin, Tsukki, and the last person, Keito, are here for it

Bit by bit, they start separating into groups

That is, the Momo/YN group and the Everyone Else group

Soon enough, the three disappear to do something while Tsukki is shouting

And you and momo decide to take a break by a cafe, on a wall with foliage hitting your back

and you guys are talking as the sun begins to set

You guys talk about everything and anything

And Momo confesses it was the most fun she had in years

The way you talk to her is almost methodical, with how you seemed to tip toe around any insinuations or trauma.

“I know I only met you today, but if you ever need a place to crash…”

You trail off, playing a bit with your hands, but more out of awkwardness than anxiety.

Momo’s heart swells.

She manages out a ‘thank you’ before hesitantly leaning on your shoulder

And you take a deeeepp breath in

But you don’t nudge her off

And slowly she begins to fall asleep, and her wig is tilted and her sunglasses are askew

but you glance at her out of the corner of your eyes and give a soft smile

(that was not the last time you two met, and five years later at the altar, she’s wearing the same damn wig)

#3 is...Kirishima!

PINING

This sounds really simple

But Kirishima would absolutely pine after you for 3.8 million years

Y’all went to the same middle school and you were friends

And he’s all over you

Sometime between the first and third year of middle school he just fell head over heels

And so he tags along with you the entire time

But after the Giant Figure incident, and he says he’s won’t go to U.A., you get lowkey pissed

You tell him that he’s worked so hard, he’s come so far, why give up now, he’s only fourteen for god’s sake.

But he doesn’t listen

And you two don’t talk after that

After he decides to go for it and not live a life of regrets, he’s doing his best to become someone he wants to be

But the biggest looming regret he had was the fallout with you

And it was a nasty fall out-parents stopped talking, kids took sides, teachers knew

You went to a completely different school than what he thought you were

And he was pretty sure that due to the fallout and the constant movement of time, you changed your number

So he knew it wasn’t going to be as easy as just saying ‘You were right, sorry.’

It starts consuming him

Half of U.A. knows that he’s thinking about something

But it comes to a head when he’s sparring against Bakugou

And all he’s really doing is blocking

And bakugou loses his shit

“Get your fucking head out of the clouds and focus!”

“Sorry, dude!”

“What the fuck has you acting so damn stupid?”

Kirishima tells Bakugou, who gets it, but doesn’t really try to help

“Just tell her.” He hisses

But Kirishima’s nervous

And by the end of the week, he’s gotten a flurry of suggestions

People are coming up to him left and right, telling him what to do

And he just gets overwhelmed

On Saturday, he locks himself in his room until Mina knocks

She comes in and they start talking about you

And she mentions that she has your number, and that it really would matter if Kirishima was the one to text first

“YN supported you, and then it got rubbed in the dirt, and then ignored again. You need to be the one to say it, honestly, otherwise it’ll mean nothing.”

So he gets to work

He spends the rest of saturday trying to write it all out his emotions

But eventually he gives on getting them all neat and tidy, and just lets them ooze out

Sunday morning he gets up early and types it all out, willing his hands not to shake too much

Mina and Bakugou are there with him, and though Mina keeps making jokes and Bakugou doesn’t offer much in way of help, they’re there to support him

So when he sends it and lets out a sigh, Bakugou pats him on the back

“And now, we wait.” Mina murmurs, watching the phone with wide eyes.

And watching

And three days pass before Kirishima gets any sort of response

He’s expecting to be chewed out, to get the text equivalent of a teary welcome back

Not fucking eight ball.

But he clicks on it

And he wins, surprisingly

There’s a moment between his win and your text where he doesn’t dare breathe, just stand still

Before you text back

So.

ur in ua huh

guess you did it after all.

Yeah.

Again, sorry. I didn’t think a lot of stuff through back then.

figures lmao

u free next week?

For you?

I always am.

#matchup #matchups #anon matchup #bnha x reader

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 5 years

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The Tug || Stan U. x Fem?Reader

Requested: @trash-mouthlover Could you do a cute soulmate au with good ol Stan the man. If not that's cool too. P.s. your writings are amazing!

A//N: Absolutely! I love Stan the man! I will always love my sassy little noodle-head boi. I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!!! P.s. thank you, you are so sweet! After a lot of searching I finally decided on this soulmate au:

-You can feel a tug from wherever your soulmate is. These may either be automatic or have stronger tugs whenever your soulmate is in distress.

Also, while writing this, it actually started to morph into a Bev x reader without realizing and I had to steer it back on track 😂 Also, going back and reading it, I’m realizing there is almost no interaction between Stan and the reader and for that I apologize, this is the first time writing a soulmate au and I quickly realized, I’m not that good at it. Also, I’m probably gonna make a part two at some point to make up for the lack of Stan x Reader.

Pairings: Stan Uris x Fem!Reader <btw, the whole fem!reader is only on one small technicality and that was because reader uses the girls bathroom. But technically you can read it as any gender considering they didn’t exactly have gender neutral bathrooms so it can be read as either way I believe>

Warnings: Some cursing. Henry Bowers being creepy for like two seconds. Greta being mean and throwing literally ONE homophobic slur. It felt in character but I still didn't enjoy writing it and might take it out later.

{EDITED AS OF 6•17•19}

Summer break.

Fucking finally.

You forgot how angelic the final bell was on the last day of school. You were gladly swept along the ocean of kids into and down the hallway until you found yourself in front of your locker.

Entering the code you've done mindlessly so for the past 9 months for the final time. The metal door swung open and hit the adjoining lockers with a rather obnoxious clang that was drowned out by the crowd in the hallway. Given that your bus wouldn't show up for another twenty minutes, you knew you were in no hurry so you took your time emptying out your lockers contents. Having learned your lesson from last year, you had brought a spare plastic grocery bag for trash. You had just finished separating the trash and were now putting the rest of your belongings into your bag when you couldn't help but overhear a snippet of conversation from some passing boys in the hallway.

"Yeah, and I think the rabbi's gonna pull down your pants, turn to the crowd and say, 'Where's the beef?'"

With a curious frown, you froze and looked over your shoulder to see the infamous Richie, the trashmouth Tozier. Oh, you were definitely familiar with him. With a small shake of the head, you rolled your eyes and smiled. You closed your locker, swung your backpack over your shoulder and made your way to the girls room.

Of course, the traffic in the hall was still pretty congested so you found yourself a few feet behind Richie and his friends. Anxious to get to the bathroom, yet, as usual, there seemed to be absolutely no wiggle room to squeeze by leaving you no option but to trail behind them awkwardly unintentionally overhearing their conversation. You only saw the backs of their heads and you took an educated guess of who's who. To his right was a blonde boy, just a little taller than Richie, who you assumed to be Bill Denbrough. You frowned at the thought.

Poor boy.

Derry was a relatively small town, or at least small enough for word to travel fast. And the strange passing of his little brother Georgie was no exception. Everyone heard about that. To his right, the tallest boy, who was wearing a kippah, began speaking.

"At the Bar Mitzvah, I read from the Torah, and then I make a speech and suddenly I become a man."

Having been previously staring at your shoes, you nervously look up when you get the sudden feeling of being watched. Your eyes hastily dart up and you curse yourself under your breath when you see the cold dark eyes of Henry Bowers and his posse look you up and down.

No longer feeling safe, you quickly return your gaze to the floor, tighten your grip on your backpack straps and push past the boys. Unintentionally shoving them aside, a pang of guilt passes over you and you quickly turn your head back and throw a quick "sorry" their way.

You visibly relaxed when you reached the safety of the long hallway of the girls bathroom.

What you saw made your face scrunch up in confusion, there was a pair of girls standing around but the suspicious thing was one of them was filling up the trash bag from the garbage can up with water in the sink. Deciding staying out of it was your best option you kept to yourself and walked into one of the unoccupied stalls. The smell of a burning cigarette filled your senses and you couldn't help but cringe.

You had just done your business and done what you needed to do, you were just about ready to pull open the stall door when you heard an angry grunt followed by the sound of someone kicking the nearby stall. You froze out of instinct.

"Are you in there by yourself, Beaver-ly? Or do you have half the guys in the school with you, huh, slut? I know you're in there, little shit. I can smell you."

You frowned. You wanted to say something, but Greta was ruthless and you didn't what to say. You felt ashamed for sitting there, doing nothing.

"Which is it, Greta? Am I a slut or a little shit? Make up your mind." You couldn't help but smile at that. Good for her.

"You're trash."

Thump.

Oh, no.

Now you understood why the girl had been filling up the garbage.

You hastily opened the door to do something, not knowing what yet. You came out just in time to see the other girl standing on the neighbor toilet dumping the trash bag full of water into Beverly's stall.

"Hey! Get out of here! Leave the poor girl alone!" You yell, livid.

"A bit late to defend your girlfriend, you dirty little dike." She spit in your direction causing you to jump back in disgust.

The three girls laughed and strutted out of the bathroom.

It was quiet for a moment and you walked to stall Beverly was still in.

You two knew each other. You weren't exactly friends, but you didn't hate each other or anything. You were acquaintances.

Until now.

You softly knocked on the stall and asked in a quiet voice.

"Hey, you need any help?"

+++

You were glad you made friends with Beverly Marsh. She was kind and funny and the two of you had a lot more in common than you'd realized. Of course, the time came for you to catch your bus and the two of you parted ways, not before making plans to hang out later of course.

You made your way onto the crowded bus for the final time and took a seat in your regular spot and got out your walkman and pressed play, turning off your brain. Many bus stops later you found yourself in your regular routine. You rounded the familiar corner of your neighboring street, only two blocks away from your house when it happened.

That tug.

The one everyone talked about. Bragged about even.

Sure a couple of times you thought you felt it, or the ghost of the tug. But this time you were sure.

It wasn't the good tug either, it was the rapid, frantic tug. It made your heart flutter. Were they okay? You'd heard stories of a soulmate being in distress, but it never felt like this. It was frantic and the pull was in every direction at once. It caused your own heart to thud rapidly against your chest. Once again you felt helpless. But what could you do? You didn't even know who your soulmate was.

Unable to think about anything else, you let your feet carry you home as your worried mind conjured endless scenarios. Anything that could possibly explain what the hell was happening. To your great relief, it gradually relaxed. Lulled into a soft but present tug.

They were safe. For now.

+++

A few days later, you finally were able to meet up with Beverly. She had insisted on going out and doing literally anything other than staying inside. When you stopped by her house and had a rather unpleasant greeting from her father you immediately understood why. The two of you were content with walking around town, and when she mentioned she needed to stop by the drug store you obliged. Naturally, you told her about the tug from the other day and she listened intently, invested in the conversation and offering advice as friends do. Which you greatly appreciated.

"I know, right? I'm glad you think so, I was starting to think I was paranoid or maybe I, I don't know..." You trailed off when you noticed two boys in the alleyway, one of them looked to be pretty bloodied up.

"Hey, why don't you go inside and get your supplies, I'll meet you out here? Sound good?" She looked confused but seemed to understand you had a good reason.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Sure thing." She smiled and headed inside, the ring of the store bell echoing.

Your eyes never broke contact with the boys in the alley and you walked toward them to offer help.

Upon closer examination, or rather being within earshot, you realized it was none other than Richie Tozier."Glad I got to meet you before you died." He said awkwardly standing above the bloodied up kid who was sitting on a crate.

You recognized the kid. It was the new kid, Ben. You remembered him from math class. He was a sweet kid.

"Alright, now just what did you do to him, Tozier?" You called out teasingly, grabbing the attention of the two young boys.

Richie's eyes bugged out behind his big glasses before he quickly recovered.

"Oi! Wassen' me I'm tellin ya!" He squeaked in awkward accent.

"Yikes! That accent needs a little work there, Tozier."You winked and turned to the bleeding boy before you could catch the offended look from Richie.

"Ben, right?"

He nodded.

"[Y/N]. Nice to meet ya." You two shared a polite but genuine smile.

You crouched down to meet his eye level, and sat on one leg."So, I'm just gonna assume that you that there actually IS someone who can help? You are aren't just letting yourself bleed out in some alley with this douche, right?" You said with a crooked smile, gesturing with your thumb to the speckled boy in a Hawaiian shirt.

You and Richie had known each other for a couple months. You two were the only ones who could keep each other sane during social studies class. Friendly banter was not uncommon between you two.

"Y-Yeah, they went inside," Ben spoke up.

"May I?" I gesture to his injury to take a look and he obliges.

You gently straighten out his shirt to examine the injury and it doesn't take too long to notice the three deep gashes that form an "H" on his stomach. You press your lips into a firm line, sighing, meeting the poor boy's eye.

"Bowers, huh?" You said quietly.

"Yeah." He admits quietly.

"Yeah, he is a real prick." You mumbled, terrified to say such things even when he's nowhere around.

Suddenly, you thought you felt a gentle tug in the center of your chest and your attention was quickly snatched at the sound of the drug store bell ringing rapidly. You heard a cluster of hurried footsteps and you stood to your feet turning in the direction of the noise to see two of three boys scurrying down the alley carrying a bunch of supplies.

You recognized the boys to be one the very same ones from school the other day. You could only name one, and that was Bill, although he seemed hesitant to walk over. It seemed he was more interested in something just outside the alley.

"I'm assuming you guys are the medical team I've heard so much about. Great response time." You quipped sending a smile.

The shortest one, who was carrying all the supplies was focused only on tending to Ben, which you dubbed a good thing.

"Why do you have two fanny packs?" You asked.

"I don't want to get into it right now, who are you anyway?"

"Y/N. I noticed Ben here in the alley, you know, bleeding out. And I figured, I better come rescue him from the company or Tozier, here." You smirk, and earning a glare and a snide comment from Richie.

Soon enough, the attention redirects itself back to Ben's wound. Richie starts yelling at the boy tending to Ben, who you learned his name to be Eddie, and Eddie argues back.

"You gotta suck the wound dry before applying the band aids. This is 101."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah, that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." You snort, and seem to have earned a chuckle from the other boy.

You were about to turn and introduce yourself when you heard a familiar voice.

"Are you okay? That looks like it hurts."

"Bev, there you are!" You stand up and make room for Eddie to tend to Ben.

You take a few steps back and stand next to the girl. It was then you made eye contact with Bill. He had a hint of recollection.

"[Y-Y/n], r-r-right?"

You smile politely.

"The one and only. Nice to meet you... Bill?" You asked his name, confidently, but asked anyway not wanting to seem weird.

He nodded and you took your hand out of your pocket for a brief moment to shake hands with the tallest boy.

"And I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met?" You asked politely.

The tallest boy stood still, almost in a daze of some sort and you frowned slightly, pulling your hand back hesitantly.

You looked around at the other boys in confusion. "Did- Did I say something, or-?"

Richie waltzed over, with the largest, shit-eating grin you had ever seen and placed his arm around the boy's shoulder shaking him slightly.

"Oh, no! Don't be silly! Ol' Stan the Man here loses his shit when he sees somethin' he likes." With that same shit-eating grin, he looked you in the eyes, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

You quirked an eyebrow and chuckled softly. "Excuse me?"

Before Richie could answer, the boy, Stan you presumed, spoke up, elbowing Richie in the process.

"Can it, Richie."

He sighed and straightened himself out as he looked back to you, awkwardly sticking out his hand to shake yours. "Stan Uris."

You smiled warmly and reached out to take his hand. "[Y/N] [L/N]."

The two of you froze when you simultaneously felt the same tug, the strongest you had ever felt, the one your parents gushed about, and you two shared a look. Silently agreeing not to bring it to attention and save it for later you two smiled at each other and turned to the poor kid who was still getting patched up. Although you couldn't help the blush that rivaled Stan's.

You made a mental note to ask him what happened to him the other day...

Bev directed her attention to the Ben, they seemed to know each other

She had a certain glint in her eye as she spoke to him.

"You sure they got the right stuff, to fix you up?"

Bill spoke up. "W-We'll take care of him. Thanks again, Beverly."

"Sure," she nodded, then turned gesturing to you. "Maybe, we'll see you around."

You made eye contact with Stan, and smiled knowingly, causing another blush to dust his cheeks and he awkwardly coughed.

It seemed everyone was oblivious to this, thankfully.

"Yeah, we were thinking about going to the q-quarry tomorrow, if you guys wa-wanna come."

You and Beverley shared a look and you turned to the boys. "Good to know."

"Yeah, thanks."

Hiding your smirk, the two of you turned and walked down the alley together.

This would definitely be interesting.

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⇴ The Tug - [Part 2]

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gg-astrology · 5 years

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I'm pretty sure you're still doing these but libra sun/virgo moon? I checked your masterpost and it said to please request this placement so here I am lol

Hey there!!! 💞💞💞💞 yessss perfect I’ll do this now thank u for requesting!! 💞💞💞

[Below Cut: Libra Sun - Virgo Moon 🍢]

SMART but like subtle and sometimes a simplier unconventional kind of smart y know?

Clever would be a better world, these people are clever clever alecs

First of all Witty and BanterFULL!! You might often identify yourself through your quick witted-ness banter with others, intellectual stimulation is how u keep it 💯 with people around you!

When you can be honest, speak your truths say what you mean straight-forwardly it means you trust them to an extent (because you’re usually v aware/senses people’s comfortability level with you and that Matters to you)

Combine that with joking/having a sense of humour that’s compatible to yours ---you Know those who can take/handle it are Keepers 💯 for u!

It’s in the MIND that’s important, social relationship is important yes and with the Libra/Virgo combination-- sometimes you’re really bashful of compliments, or direct/heavy praises because both these signs are light-weight (air/mercury) and you also tend to think of yourself as y know, just being a good person/friend and lending an ear to someone.

Even when you don’t have to (so nice) you do kind of want to be low-key rewarded with people having a good impression of you, of being well-liked enough that you don’t have to approach someone, but they approach you instead (Libra/Virgo) of having a good social standing and presentation (Libra) -- that’s why you do your best to be kind, pleasant, cordial.

Common sense and judgement combined makes for someone who’s supportive of others, lenient but also no-nonsense (controlling occasionally, wants the best for others, brings up valid points) look out/take care of others subtlety in your own ways.

You’re kind but also you’re protective of that kindness-- that it could be taken advantage of by certain people at certain time if you’re ‘weak’ or give into obsession with something/someone too much.

Your Virgo Moon is logical and rational, combine that with Libra’s astuteness makes for someone who can be polite usually, level-headed and sometimes even professional ‘cold’ when you want to be (not like, overt aggression even though you may vent inside)

Your environment is a big deal considering your Virgo placement-- it’s kind of like an amplifier for Libra. If there’s tension in your environment, if anything is in disarray, if something catches your eyes or your environment isn’t up to your standard/preference--- your perfectionist streak comes out and you start obsessing over it because your Libra cannOT handle this (amped up by Virgo making it y know-- clonk in your mind until your Libra has to deal with it NOW instead of later)

Also,, you Do Not Get Emotionally Vulnerable About your Deepest Darkest Personal Fear About Another Person Ever

Things like feeling cheap, used, feeling like you’re not worth much. Feeling like you’re disposable or not valuable enough for others to see worth in/worth keeping.

These fear of ‘possibilities/future’ that has to do with yourself (and low key your self-worth with another person) is Never Going To See the Light with those around you.

Intimacy is the thing?? Like you may be scared of unequal relationship. With Libra/Virgo person there’s a certain degree of independence and Knowing You’re the Shit because you CAN Control it (which is why you pull your energy into manifestation in work, in yourself, in keeping yourself contained --- demand respect, rationalize why you deserve it. Know how others/yourself should be treated because of distance/tact/personal diplomacy that you have.)

---But when it comes to others?? And how they think/feel/treat you?? Yikes sometimes you fear that they might treat you wrong, abuse or mistreat you. And it’s that cautious and highly critical part of Virgo moon (imagination vs practicality) that makes you kind of afraid that things you can’t control (others) is going to hurt you if you give it too much power/surrender yourself to it

It’s not a big deal in everyday life, but long-term wise it’s important to figure out your own fears. Libra sun would absolutely REFUSE to acknowledge their own emotional need for others (aka their love/want for romantic intimacy and their fantasies for them) and your Virgo Moon enables that. You’re creating a system that’s sabotaging your goals/wants/needs to ‘settle for something more realistic/less personal’ even though you want romance?? You want all the good gooey shit you just?? Don’t want to acknowledge or work for it??? (and can sometimes overdo your niceness to make up for it, or let your timidity makes you reserved or cold towards others even though you want to stand up and show them who you are, feel valued and desired)

Virgo Moon in their everyday life sort through things and goes ‘this is unproductive?? what can i/am i going to do about it??' -- nothing you can change, or work on, so keep it out of sight and out of mind. You toss out the thought and work on the now but its STILL a part of your motivation, your anxiety, why you put your energy into other things so hard and much. Because THIS tension inside of you ISN’T released y know?

It’s MUTABLE so you’re always going to be nervous, slightly anxious about it. You need need want but you’re afraid (and low-key lazy) at sorting through your personal wants/needs desires and putting your foot down to do it.

Self-discipline is important, learning to look and acknowledge. To come to terms with true self-love and not self-sabotage is important for you.

You’re afraid of acknowledging and getting what you finally want, because most of the time you procrastinate or put off long-term life-changing manifestation because you don’t want to ‘commit’

Be good to yourself, treat yourself well. Buckle down sometimes and learn how to --- y know, express yourself fully and vulnerably.

Talk to someone who can give you a listen, who can wait for you to finally admit your true desires out loud and let you work through it yourself.

With your combination, it’s just a matter of self-admittance that’s hard. You don’t really need anyone to come along and tell you what you want/need, you intuitively know what it is you’re just afraid to say it into existence because it makes things ‘real’.

Get to talking-- it’s how your Moon works. What your Virgo needs is jus a little self-discipline because Libra in your sun (ego) can make you delude yourself into thinking you can wait around longer or not talk about it. It’s important that you learn how to make your Virgo speak up, get some clarity. Because you’re always going to want to please others somewhat and it BOTHERS you and this is the way to?? actually get to resolving it. You just have a problem with confrontation in yourself (and thus, lack of self-assertion as the consequence of it)

Once you start talking, even though it’ll take time (earth moon) you’ll slowly uncover parts of yourself and become stronger through realizing your vulnerabilities isn’t something that is bad at all (or as serious as you think, rather it’s normal and a shared experience other people also feel as well!)

You’ll learn how to use it to strengthen you and work through it healthily, instead of avoiding the problem which you tend to do!

Let me put it this way? Some Libras (you) have a hard time understanding because your emotions runs deep/heavy and you’re kinda low-key terrified you’re gonna scare people off ??

That’s why you never talk about shit unless you can ‘sense’ that the other person is receptive or open to it, heavy stuff drains you so you never really try as much to keep it going (once in a while). Your emotionality is kinda dried up sometimes, not your anxiety but your actual vulnerabilities.

Sometimes you may like to keep it cool--- keep it contained and smoothened out on the surface. Problems?? Nah maybe This and This but NEVER That haha ;; -- letting others in or know your problem is hard. But the key lesson here is to communicate.

Combine Virgo-- a nocturnal mercury sign-- with Libra’s venusian/social relationship trait. Utilize Libra’s cardinal nature to make it happen for you!

In order to do that you have to communicate first. Bring the self out so others can catch you and be there with you (emotionally)

Being able to feel like you belong, as part of a group/community and that your fears/feelings are validated is important. Becoming truly emotionally empathetic to others because your own hurt/pain/secret is out in the light now is important for your growth/self-development too!

It’s the way your practical nature and good-head-on-the-shoulder Libra/Virgo nature can shine honestly and freely (without the stress/tension you carry prior). It becomes more open and honest, more willing to learn. Release?? Tension within yourself??

Because what you were doing before is keeping it in?? Keeping it contained and that’s self-protection ok but ALSO burdening/heavy on you. Learn to trust others to carry your weight this way too.

Phew anyways!!💓💓💓 I hope this is helpful!! 💓💓 Good luck!! 💓💓💓

#libra sun #virgo moon #libra-virgo #anon #asks

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rimi chan! hi hi hi ‘m sorry for such rlly late reply! ahhh it’s alright, as long as you do take care and rest. i get that sometimes we just can’t help but rush things, i sometimes like that too (pls there’s nothing to be sorry at all lovely!). yes especially baji san’s death, the moebius arc already got me shock enough but soon relieved to know the draken lived,, but i DID NOT EXPECT BAJI ASDFGHJKL i thought he was gunna live 😭💔 watching tokyo revengers must have got me in tears for more than twice i swear — ToT (also u like mikey? ooo good taste 👍✨)

oh well, whatever projects they are, hope you’ll fin ‘em soon! yea rn for me half way thru first week of school already got me real busy and exhausted. for the last 2 days i got loads of work to do too (but i already fin ‘em now haha), so i agree. please lessen the work and projects on students. please we also need rest TwT and you’re welcome darling!

whaaaa thank you so so much sweetheart! okay so ah as i’ve said above on monday i got an art project — uh it’s a test actually, which the teacher give us one week to fin but for me who’s too lazy to procrastinate it away (only for me to be even more lazy 😂) i decided to do it right away which take me like 2 whole days + also having to or at least try to focus on classes and taking notes and stuff so yeah :// but luckily i finished all the work now! ‘m kinda proud with it tbh. and even tho my shoulders r still a bit sore, maybe from drawing too much or maybe bc of my earlier violin practice (if it’s about the back part my fingers hurt too lol) but they’ll be fine — anw again ‘m sorry for such late reply rimi! hope you can forgive me, pls have a luvly day or night as well!

[ SPOILERS FOR THE TOKYO REV ANIME !! ] : this gonna be a long answer; but if it's for bammie my beloved, i'll do it <333 (under the cut because again, it's long and i value yalls time <3)

bammie my dear don't feel guilty for late replies. i'd gladly wait for days for replies, i understand not everyone's free by the time i send something in and timezones differ :0 so really, i don't mind!! :D

my adrenaline and creativity all spike at different times and they're most often in the most inconvenient times ughh. notable mentions are when i get very nice fic ideas as i'm about to: sleep / enter classes / deliver speeches next / and answer a test. but then i don't have a single coherent thought when i actually get free time >:'(

baji's death has me crumbling and crying. from the moebius arc onwards, i have been anxious on my seat askjhfk. draken living is a huge relief but then the next arc baji dies and i just... i was not prepared for the emotional damage. i just wanna give them big ol' hugs and cry for them :( also yes mikey. i love everyone (ehem. except for kisaki.) but just wanna spoil mikey a tiny bit more <33

yikes, first week and you guys are exhausted already? the workload's not showing any mercy, huh? well, if anything, i'm really proud of you for working through all of it!! ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜i'm sure you did well, but don't forget to take some breaks too!! (we definitely need a petition to decrease workload or give reasonable time to work on it ssob)

so you did a test for arts? :0 eek that's gonna be quite the work for your hands ! and having to add on the note-taking for class... aaa !! DD: well, i'm sure you did well though especially considering the time you allotted for it <3

you deciding to not procrastinate the work because you were lazy is both a mood and a powermove, haha! then again, it'd make sense to do everything as much as you can before resting so you won't have to worry later :0 it's also something i practice (mostly in studies... here... not so much, unfortunately) i remember you mentioned once somewhere you play the violin, yes! i also used to play the violin back when i was in elementary! :00 stopped because i decided to prioritize my sports though.

again, i don't mind with the late response dear! you're all good <333 have a pleasant day or eve too, bammie <333

#⛩️៹ %.・letters #tobibam.🏮₊˚.༄

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John: 2, 4, 8, 10, 11, 13, 17, 18, 21, 26, 29, 46, 48, 49

thank you

02. What is one of your character’s biggest insecurities? Are they able to hide it easily or can others easily exploit this weakness?

Believe it or not, he used to be real insecure about his looks, especially when he was younger. Before the glo-up (or rather, before his voice broke), he used to get made fun of how his hair made him look like a girl (”Hey Jake, what’s your sister doing here??”) or his lips being compared to a fish. “Johnny Fishy Lips, Fish Lips” etc. (His brother, not so much. They’re twins.) Or honestly, not bearing a lot of ‘white’ features (quote his grandparents on his dad’s side – yikes), or on how brown they’d get during the summer. He never quite understood why adults looked at him and his brother funny when they were with their parents – Noelle being Filipino and his dad is white and… there was some unfortunate-ness to that because they look mostly like their mom and none dad, and it was assumed that his dad got tricked or some shit or insert racist shit. At one point, he asked them if he and his brother were adopted; it’s caused John to be very shy and defensive and even gotten into a few fights because of it.

After the glo-up, it became way less of an insecurity because he’s learned to own up to everything about himself, and he also grew into his features. He still got snide comments about his lips and that he probably wouldn’t be a good kisser because of it. Pffft.

04. What are their favorite traits about their lover? (one psychological and one physical)

John loves how resilient Brian is. He came from a pretty bad family situation and Brian choosing to rise above that and be a better person for it? Amazing! (And then there’s karma and Brian is p e t t y knowing that what goes around, comes around).

John’s a fan of Brian’s legs. They’re very shapely and John loves to run his fingers the length of them, and just do a lot of things with them.

08. What is, perhaps, their biggest flaw? Are they aware of this or oblivious to it?

His biggest flaw is that he can be really stubborn, and to get him out of that is to frame whatever he’s stubborn about in such a way is to escalate it. I would also say when he gets a strong (negative) emotion, it’s hard to get him out of that state because it overwhelms him. He’s aware of both and he’s working on it; if he has strong feelings about something, he’ll remove himself if he can.

10. Is your character more feminine or masculine?

John’s fairly masculine, he’s not like “RAWR I’M A MAN HEAR MY DEEP ASS VOICE AND WATCH ME EAT THE HELL OUT OF THIS STEAK”. Or, he’s not toxic about it. He’s subtle with the way he dresses, anything with a V-neck or schmedium shirts (he swears it’s not intentional, but Brian begs to differ). A lot of people think he’s hella feminine because of his long hair and how he looks in general but, it’s really not the case. He just likes to take care of himself.

11. What is something that would make your character fly into a rage?

If someone threatens Brian or his mom in any way. He’ll probably break bones behind that for real and he can do that real easily.

13. What are your character’s sleeping habits? Heavy or light sleeper? Blanket stealer? One that always rolls onto the floor? Pushes their lover onto the floor? Sleep talker or walker?

70% healthy. He can get anywhere between 6-8 hours on a good night, but since he loves naps, it can get pretty wild. He’s a heavy sleeper so, hardly anything can wake him up. John’s given up on stealing blankets from Brian, even the sheets so he just sticks a foot underneath the burrito and be done with it. He used to sleep walk, but he mostly grew out of it. I say mostly because he would sit up and stare at nothing or Brian for a while, then go back to sleep.

17. Does your character have dreams of getting married and/or having children?

Absolutely @ both of them. He and Brian actually talked about it several times, casual at first and even a joke or two (”omg just marry me” “huh?” “what??)” and then hypotheticals ‘okay so picture this–’ and then, ‘y’know, we’ve been through some tough shit together…’ so, he’s sort of waiting to pop the question.

Fatherhood makes him a little nervous because his dad died when he was young and other than his uncle who stepped in that role (and he’s a little problematic), he doesn’t have any male guidance. He would be the type of dad to read a lot of guidebooks and go to classes (”omg is that supposed to happen???”) or be worried about every single thing.

Fun fact!: At the end of Bare Knuckle, I wanted to do an epilogue/timeskip ending with John telling the whole thing to the kids (they ended up having a boy (the oldest) and twins – a boy and a girl. The twins were a surprise in that they were expecting the girl and come delivery time ‘yeah no you got a boy too’ “WHAT?!” ) and they’re like ‘papa, that’s wild as hell’.

18. What kind of home would they want to live in? Where would they place this abode?

He’s actually living in it now, lol. The house is medium sized, but the lot is HUGE. It’s right on the water with a private beach. The house has a quiet area/sunroom (which is what he’s wanted in particular anyway), and the yard is really big enough to put just about anything and everything in it. At some point, he’d like a small garden to tend to, a study area for Brian, maybe a pool?

21. What is one of your character’s biggest fears? How would they react when dealing with this fear?

His biggest fear is not being able to live a long life; he wants to be old. Both sides of his family, the men tend to not live that long due to whatever reason. John gets a little anxious when he gets super sick because of what happened to his brother, so he listens to Brian when he tells him he needs to slow down and take meds. As for fighting, he’s less apt to take bigger risks – he puts more thought into it instead of ‘eh, I can take it’.

26. What is their lover like sexually? How do they feel about their lover’s quirks, needs, etc?

John likes to think that Brian is like an onion – he has many layers. Some layers are tougher than others. Sex is really dependant on how Brian feels since his needs is on the low side; foreplay is a requirement but John doesn’t mind because he’s all about spending time and peeling back the proverbial onion layers Brian has. In fact, he’s learned to be patient with Brian. He feels like he could be a little more adventurous, so once in a while he’d ask Brian if he wants to top (even though John can sort of take him) or ask for a ~special~ night where he’s subbing and let him do whatever. It turns out that that’s a major turn on for Brian, and when he’s feeling very touchy-feely, John lets him. Brian has told him that he feels a little selfish that he wants to use John sometimes, and he’s like ‘no, please, go ahead!; if you wanna do some nasty things, I’m down!’ Brian think he isn’t that good, but John is pretty vocal and lets him know he’s doing right.

Brian has became more bold in his advances and demands (turns out he’s pretty bossy lol) and a couple of times, John had to ask for a raincheck (”I am with you in spirit but my dick ain’t having it”) – but that’s what toys are for. In fact, he has a collection and when the drives or work schedules are really off, then that’s always an option.

Sex isn’t sex but it’s more like the smaller things and how they really feel about each other. And then there are the times Brian wants John to fuck the stress out of him… he’ll do what he can, lol.

29. What is one of the most courageous things your character has ever done for a loved one?

When options to treat Jacob’s cancer were dwindling, John pretty much tried to sacrifice his own body up for anything that needed for him to get better, or at least try to have a better fighting chance. He got the gist of a lot of what was happening, but it really came down to this: “He’s my brother. We’re supposed to protect each other.”

46. What is some random affectionate thing that your character always does to their lover?

John has a tendency to roll up on Brian, and like does what the cat does sometimes and gently head bunts him and when Brian reacts, he kisses him either on the cheek or forehead and acting like nothing happened OR he waits a bit to read him and see where it goes. Or random kisses. It can get tricky because Brian is a little taller, so he always grabs his head and just *smooch* on his forehead. (He knows that that’s his favorite aside from neck kisses)

48. Is there anything in particular that would ignite your character’s jealousy? Or does your character not get envious?

John’s not really the type to get jealous or anything like that. He likes it when Brian smiles, no matter what the source of it is.

49. What is something that your character has nightmares about? Are these frequent? Do they heavily affect your character’s mood?

John has vivid nightmares either about trying to rescue his brother from whatever and then when he gets within a very short distance, Jacob just dies, or the nightmares about being medicinally tortured, not being able to protect Brian and/or watch him die, or ‘fighting’ and him being greviously injured. They used to be real frequent to the point of being diagnosed with nightmare disorder. Now, they don’t happen so much because he knows all of the triggers and how to avoid them, and if they do happen, he knows none of it is real (even if they do feel like they are).

It fucks him up emotionally every time, and it takes him a while to calm down, from removing himself immediately to just talking it out or even cry about it.

#ennie answers #storybooksimblr #a text post #non sims #ask memes #hi it's me the fucker who treats questions like essay questions #i hope ya'll like to read lol #long post #oc: john

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hey:) for the ask thing, im about 5'5, i have long wavy light brown hair and big brown eyes w olive skin. my myers briggs is campaigner&my star sign is a cancer! i'm kinda built (?) bc i do competitive sport, i play lotta instruments, and im v social. i have adhd yikes and anxiety YIKES but it's chill lol, sometimes that does get in the way though. for the fandom, BoB would be great:) also ya u are a legend i didn't mean another word for champ i deadass just meant legend. thanks ❣

NO MORE PLS.

Wow. But… if I were… a legend… I would’ve gotten this done FOREVER AGAOAUHDFgrihEJADF. I’m so SORRY. Babe. But to make it up to you, this blurb is fucking LONG. @v-esperteen

The Character I See You As: Buck Compton. HIGHLY SOCIAL? SPORTS? ANXIOUS? You got yourself a recipe for BUCK COMPTON. Aka the wonderful, sweet lil sunshine that loves literally everyone and makes everyone feel so comfortable and relaxed (and sometimes not relaxed depending on how boisterous he gets). I love him because even though he has all of these amazing qualities, he is independent to a fault (daring to argue with Winters I scream he’s–), highly emotional (losing his friends literally KILLED HIM) and anxious (though he hides it well behind his EVERYTHING IS FINE face or his dead inside face).

Your Three Best Friends: Don Malarkey, Alex Penkala, Skip Muck (aka the squad)

The One You Don’t Get Along With: Henry Jones. Sweet, sweet Henry. It’s no one’s fault, but he’s so composed and so put together that you honestly don’t know what to do with him. Try and joke with him? He just stares at you (maybe smiles pitifully). Try and initiate conversation? Part of you burns because he takes himself so damn seriously and you decide never to try that again lmao. You like him… you just don’t know what to do with him and him with you, so you just stay out of each other’s hair.

Who I Ship You With: Shifty Powers. The ENFP plus the shy, cute, unassuming, but also incredibly brave and intelligent Shifty Powers? HELLO HOW FREAKING ADORA- I digress. Shifty is wonderful because he’s mellow and gentle, gets embarrassed easily if you try and shower him with affection, but somehow keeps cool in the middle of combat, never gets injured, etc. His name is Shifty for a reason, one minute he’s there and the next you’re like ?? hello ?? Shifty? ANYWAY. I love him a lot. He’s like the least anxious person. Whenever you have your anxious moments he’s there to cuddle you and tell you in his sweet lil accent that everything is gonna be just fine (dont mind me im crying).

Wildcard: Captain. 2nd Battalion Staff S-3. 101st Airborne.

Lil Blurb??: Your charisma got you here. Your athleticism, sharp wit, ability to make solid decisions under pressure, and aptitude for route planning got you here. You were a valuable assistant to Colonel Strayer. Your gender also got you here: pouring coffee for him at 6:30 in the morning, tapping your foot with a bright smile on your face. You pretended it was fine that you were reduced to such menial tasks. You knew it was too good to be true that you would be used for much after being moved from the WAAC to the 101st. You had trained hard with a handful of women to handle the difficulties of battle–you would never see combat, but you would get as close as any woman ever had.

But that still meant making coffee for all of the men, pouring it, and often being left out of discussions. You kept reminding yourself that it was insane that you were here, in England, part of the planning for D-Day. You wouldn’t get to drop though, not like the boys. Knowing that crushed you, not because you particularly wanted to see combat and death, but because you had grown so close to the everyone. To be left behind was cruel. You were a favorite on Easy Company’s sports teams. It was Buck Compton that had used his charms to sway you into joining their soccer game. You were just as uneasy as the men, but once the game started, it was like you’d been playing with them forever.

Malarkey, Penkala, Muck, you, Compton, and Luz versus Guarnere, Toye, Heffron, Talbert, and Skinny Sisk. It was the most fun you’d ever had, throwing elbows and repeatedly trying to trip Tab (who kept throwing hands and swearing he was just going easy on you). You even managed to get a laugh out of Toye, something you hadn’t accomplished before. You patted yourself on the back for that one. But damn, it would hurt to be cut from the friends you’d made. You had brothers. These boys were like your brothers now, far from home, keeping you company in the daylight.

But, despite those boys being the group you had become so close with so quickly, it was the charming Southerner that caught your attention right off the bat. Powers was all broad shoulders passed down from generation to generation; he was meant to hold a gun, you could tell by the way he cradled his rifle against his arm. It was like an extension of himself, but that wasn’t the only thing you admired about the unassuming Shifty. He was a hell of a shot, probably the best in the company, but he was about as quiet, humble, and bashful as they came. And you thrived on making him blush.

First it was through subtle compliments when you caught him alone, without Tab or Skinny by his side. You would sit while Shifty cleaned his rifle, admiring his perfect form when shooting or suggesting he was the best you’d ever seen. You didn’t push him, you read him well enough to know he was easily made uncomfortable. You asked him about home, about his favorite gun, about the squirrels he used to shoot up in Virginia. Shifty would smile fondly at you, then his shoes, and lean back against the wall or the back of his chair, tipping his head back and squinting his eyes. He always took his time talking–he was deliberate. You loved that about him. When you sat with him it was like time stopped for just a sweet moment, like the anxieties and the frustration that fluttered in the back of your mind stopped.

One night, after sharing a drink or two, you both wandered into the nearby cow pasture and he told you about the farm he grew up on. “I did always like cows the most,” he murmured, running his hands along the dew-ridden grass, the other hand rubbing his jaw. “Big eyes, big ears.” He trailed off, screwing up his nose, trying to think of other reasons why he liked them so much. “Well I suppose they never did want nothing bad for nobody,” he finished with a short nod, drawing both hands behind him to lean on. “Chickens were too cranky, and the horses were too smart for me. I almost got kicked once. My daddy almost lost it, started hollerin’ about how I needed to stop sneakin’ up on ‘em. I was too quiet.”

You, yourself, had never been so quiet in your life. You were laying on your side, fingers threaded through the grass beside Shifty’s hand. You wanted nothing more than to keep listening, to drink his words in, to know him from the inside out, but he stopped and furrowed his brow. “You know, I never tried cow tippin’ before.” You looked up through your eyelashes, face flushed from the alcohol that still burned in the back of your throat.

“What do we do, huh, Powers? Do we just run at them?” You had never done it before either. It sounded just like something a boy from Virginia would want to do.

“S’pose so, I never thought about it.”

“Wanna do it?”

“No, I don’t think that would be very kind,” he replied, sliding back down until his head hit the ground. He rolled onto his side and blinked up at you, a crooked smile gracing his features. “I’m too tired to run anyway.”

“Mmhm,” was your defeated reply, still propped up on your elbow, hovering over him. You felt a little tired too, buzzed, slipping down until your face was right beside his. You laughed. He laughed a little too, but he also looked like a deer caught in headlights. You weren’t one for personal space, at least not with people you enjoyed being around, and you hadn’t thought that it might be pushing it for him to be so close.

“Never kissed anyone neither,” Shifty murmured after a moment. You tilted your head slightly, leaning back.

“Really?”

“I didn’t play football. I didn’t live in town. I don’t think I had a lot goin’ for me. Bad luck.”

You quirked a brow. Your heart was hammering against your chest. You weren’t supposed to being doing this with an enlisted man. You were his superior, and the reason most had objected to women in the military was for this damn reason exactly. “Why did you bring that up, Shifty?” You were just antagonizing him now.

He was silent for a moment, searching your gaze for any emotion other than drunken amusement. “Well, Y/N, I-I rightly think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. I was just thinkin’ that. I’m sorry–” He broke off, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was thinkin’ I wouldn’t mind kissin’ you.”

“Well, Shifty Powers, I don’t know what those girls back in Virginia were thinking,” you chuckled, reaching to grab the fabric of his shirt. “I must do my civic duty after all, send you off to war right,” you murmur before planting one on him, gentle, careful, trying not to spook him. This was real, you reminded yourself. And it would be gone soon, so you’d best enjoy it while it lasted. He draped his arm over your waist, pulling you in close, the other hand supporting your cheek.

Shifty was a quick learner, you found, and you also discovered it would be very, very difficult to reverse what you’d done. After that night, discreet as you tried to be, he nearly gave it all away with his puppy eyes and his silent begging. And you were a sucker, running off with him to the fields and pastures whenever you could under the cover of darkness to romp, wrestle, play, and kiss a little before he and the rest of the men were dropped over Normandy.

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