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well-its-not-human-anymore · 3 years

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Hi! Could I get HC from the guys? 👀 How they would always react to catching the reader seeing them "badly", in addition to the fact that he usually avoids them, but with his brothers it is incredible and they feel bad because they think they do not like him. But she actually likes them and she looks at them like that because she "studies" them to draw them and she is too clumsy and shy to talk to them, that's why she ends up avoiding them. Until finally he catches her drawing them with lots of hearts or maybe they'll find her notebook with lots of portraits of them.

It's kind of funny because when I study people to draw them, they think that I look at them with hatred xd maybe I should increase my glasses prescription

God, glasses are such a pain in the ass but I have to wear them. If I don't anyone within my near vicinity doesn't have a face. But why they gotta get dirty so easily???? Makes me wanna explode or something

TMNT Headcanons

The boys w/ a quiet reader who is fine with his brothers but acts cold around him and stares a lot

Michaelangelo

mikey couldn't describe his disappointment upon realizing that you didn't want to be friends with him

well, you never actually said that to him

but he was pretty sure it was the case

you'd never made an effort to be friends with him

stared at him an awful lot though, but there was always something off about your gaze when you looked at him

like you were sizing him up, scrutinizing him, like he was an opponent

it kinda worried him

to add to that, you didn't even attempt to look embarrassed when he caught you staring

you'd just stare harder

on your end it was quite the opposite

you always found the brothers fascinating and you LOVED studying their anatomy, you'd confessed this to Donnie early on and he happily indulged in your questions

and you loved how easily you got along with the boys

well, except for Mikey

but it wasn't for a lack of trying

whenever the orange sporting turtle came around your normally flamboyant personality crept back into its little corner and hid

any words of excitement that had previously been with you died in your throat

for the longest time you didn't understand it

and you hated not understanding things, so you turned to your only outlet

that's how you ended up with an entire sketchbook full of the youngest brother in vastly different styles and poses

you had a separate book for the others, none of them as detailed as this

and when you stared to analyze you'd fallen into a habit of not looking away when caught

by your logic, if you stared back hard enough he'd look away first or just assume you'd zoned out

he didn't

and on one hectic day you'd left your sketchbook open on the kitchen table in your rush to get to work

you hadn't even noticed the slip up until Leo texted you to let you know during your shift

instant panic

in truth, Mikey was the one who discovered the book upon waking up from his nap and he'd spent the next three hours analyzing every drawing

when you finally dropped in after work to grab your book the turtle was waiting for you with it in hand

he'd asked you if you hated him

you told him no and accepted your sketchbook from him

he was relieved and screaming excitedly, just in his head

"Do you maybe wanna hang out sometime?"

You sighed in relief and nodded

"If you're cool with it- you don't think I'm weird do you?"

"I mean- you are talking to a turtle..."

you lightly shoved his chest and smiled, although it faded within a second

"Oh hush, 10 o'clock tomorrow? I'll bring snacks."

he was so stunned he could only shoot you finger guns in approval

Donatello

Donnie genuinely couldn't understand your unease around him

he'd followed all the proper expectations of holding a conversation

he was polite and engaging

so why wouldn't you talk to him?

this boy has read so many social blogs to try and figure out what he was doing wrong and he just couldn't put his finger on it

you were fine with the rest of his brothers, you'd stay up for hours laughing and gaming with them

you'd even sat still long enough to listen to Leo explain some old Japanese myth that he'd read about in a book

but with him it was always a quick, cordial greetings and farewells with bland small talk in between

Donnie had picked up pretty quickly that you weren't interested in any sort of interaction with him

and he convinced himself that that was okay

but that didn't explain the staring

he'd caught you in the act several times, eyes narrowed and locked on him

especially when you were alone with him in a room or just in the lair

the poor turtle just couldn't put his finger on it

then he caught you drawing, he noticed early on that you always carried a small sketchbook on your person but he didn't think much of it

and it wasn't so much that he caught you drawing, in fact, he wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't snapped at him while he was trying to do a sudoku puzzle

"Damn it Donnie! Stop moving! If I fuck this arm up one more time I'm gonna decompose!"

he'd quickly moved back into the position he was in prior

"sorry?"

but you'd gone silent again, occasionally glancing up from your work and running your eyes along his frame before looking down again

nearly twenty minutes later Donnie had finished the puzzle and it seemed as though you had finished your drawing

"Uh- can I ask what are you-"

"I'm drawing you but you kept moving your arm and making me mess up. You always do that when I draw you so every damn picture I have of you stays a sketch because you always come out looking like a fucking octopus."

He just stared

"Sorry, I uh- I didn't mean to explode on you like that. I'm just- I'm really bad at talking to you okay? It's so easy with everyone else but you've just gotta be so damn smart all the time and I worry that you'll think I'm boring so I just... don't talk to you?"

Donnie is stunned™

You refuse to show him the drawing until you can complete the line art and color it

But at least he knows that you don't hate him

Leonardo

To be completely honest Leo didn't mind that you were distant from him

You created an aura of calm when you were around and you always managed to distract his brothers while you were present

And he enjoyed the alone time

But after a few months that calm acceptance turned into jealousy

Not that he would ever admit it

He would just push it off and ignore it, that usually seemed to work

So why wasn't it?

And your obvious staring problem didn't help at all

Leo didn't spend much time considering his appearance but something about your gaze made him self conscious

And he hated that with a passion

Why was it that you could hold entire debates with his siblings? Even his dad for gods sake. You'd have hour long conversations on almost everything but whenever he tried to say hello you'd make up some lame ass excuse and scamper away

He just wanted an explanation

It appeared that the answer resided in your sketchbook

You'd left it open on the couch when Raph had called you away to spar with him

Leo very delicately flipped through the pages, careful not to disturb some of the polaroid pictures of his brothers

He was admittedly surprised to find pictures of himself among the pages

One of him in a handstand, another of him meditating, there was even one of him mid sneeze that you'd recreated with pencil and paper

The image of his eyes was the most startling, but the book held no polaroid of his eyes

You drew them from memory

And he was shocked when you returned to the room and didn't immediately panic

But that might have been because he didn't try to withhold your book from you

"It took me three months to color them, your eyes. I could never get the shade of blue just right."

"I'm gonna be honest with you y/n, I really thought you didn't like me."

You had the nerve to roll your eyes and follow it with a laugh

"I don't. I mean- I do but no, you just remind me a lot of myself and I haven't exactly figured out why yet. I thought that maybe if I drew you it'd be easier to figure you out..."

"Well did it help?"

You grinned

"I'm talking to you, aren't I?"

Raphael

If there was one thing Raph hated it was not understanding something that was right in front of him

which is ironic, as a much younger version of himself probably couldn't care less

and a part of him wishes he didn't care about it so much

he wishes that your blatant avoidance of him didn't upset him

but shit, it got under his skin better than any needle ever could

was it too much to ask for you to just tell him what he said or did wrong?

was he asking too much of you?

but on the same scale you'd never shown obvious dislike towards him, you were never rude and you sure as hell didn't talk shit about him to his brothers

you got along great with them

in fact it was getting more difficult to remember a time before you became a part of his family

he'd become so used to your presence that it no longer put him off when he found you hanging around the lair

but in another sense he was certain that you hadn't spoken more than three sentences to him in your time knowing him or his family

so what was the reason

several months in he finally caught onto the staring, your narrow, glassy gaze locked onto his body and refusing to look away

he stared right back at you

this annoyed you for several reasons

because within five seconds your very peaceful drawing session had turned into a staring contest and your eyes were getting VERY dry

then you exhaled in a half-sigh and looked back down at your paper

"Huh, I guess your head is more of an oblong shape..."

he took offense to this

"What tha' hell is that supposed t'mean?"

now your eyes held more of an amused silent judgement, you begrudgingly held up your sketchbook

"I'm drawing you, you fucking walnut."

"Oh..."

now you rolled you eyes and tossed the book to him, he nearly dropped it and fumbled with the pages

your annoyance was quickly growing

"Careful with that."

He flipped through the pages at a snails pace, assumingly because he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing

you had some real talent

when he looked back up at you he was wearing that crooked smile

"and here I was thinkin' that my eyes were just green."

Hope I was able to get this down pretty well! I really enjoyed writing this one! Thanks for the patience!

-Mars 🌠

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt headcanons #tmnt x reader #writing blog #writing requests #askbox #ask response #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donatello #tmnt raphael #tmnt michelangelo

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r00en · 4 years

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Still Good

I decided to post this here too since I’m brand new to AO3 and writting outside of RP so please forgive my garbage! I just have a lot of feelings for All Might and I’m locked up during this crazy time with nothing else to do so! This is super long I’m so sorry! If you like soft nervous Toshi then you might like this? I HC him as having zero understanding of personal feelings beyond friendship so when his heart goes Doki Doki for a stranger he panics.

Chapters 1 & 2

One brief conversation with UA's new assistant Nurse makes Toshinori question the dark path he's set himself on and reminds him that there can be more than one reason to keep going. Even if that reason is just the chance to walk her home.

(No warnings yet....I plan on slow burning this thing a little bit...tiny bit. Maybe chapter 4....if I can make it fit right.)

All Might / Reader (OC)

It was that twisting pain again that forced Toshi slowly to his feet. That deep itching pain that started where his stomach should have been and spread over his left side like a wave ready to crash. He would normally ignore it for as long as possible. Stall and grip the nearest object with such force he could hear the poor thing giving way under his fingertips. But he was at UA now to gather his hire date paperwork, tour the grounds and have one last conversation with Nezu and the other faculty he would be working closely with before he started his new position. Breaking school property before he even started wasn't an option. Perhaps it was the stress and anxiety of this new start and task he put before himself. No. Explaining his injury, loss of powers and decline was surely causing this bubble of hate to slowly morph into all too real pain that now gripped him like a vice and refused to let go. So he staggered forward trying to recall the directions everyone had repeated time and time again to him today. Directions to the nurses station. Recovery girl was already well aware of his condition and surely had some of his much needed prescriptions or at the very least heavy duty pain meds to get him through the train ride home.

"Sorry for the interruption Recovery Girl..." He muttered, catching a wet cough with his hand and hoping the blood wouldn't spill between his fingers. "I was hoping to put off my visits here until at least my true start date but-" As Toshi opened his's eyes he was stunned to see not the tiny head nurse of UA sitting in her normal chair but a concerned stranger, eyes wide with worry as she took in his hunched and pained posture. "Ah! My apologies!" His hands waved frantically in front of his thin frame trying to wipe that look off her face if possible. Act bouncy, not sick. Happy, excited, normal! "Recovery Girl! I mean I'm looking for- she's an old friend you see and I thought I would say hello before I left is she..." He scanned the clean white office for the tiny support hero. Anything to stop the eye contact with this stranger.

"Ah...Grandmother?" Her voice was so soft, confused and not at all professional.

Toshi winced scratching the back of his neck to busy his hands. "I-I'm not-"

"I see the two of you have already met."

A sharp pain shot through Toshi's ankle and forced him to jump inside the office, just able to catch himself on a near by night stand. His eyes finally found the tiny nurse as she grinned up at him, well aware of his utter embarrassment and confusion as she pulled her cane away from where his skinny leg just was. "My my so jumpy today. Nerves from the new job?" She teased, the click of her cane echoing over the otherwise silent room. Seeing as neither her nor the mystery woman were willing to break that silence she continued. "As I was saying, this is my granddaughter! She will be starting here as my assistant and training to take over my work here as head nurse some day. The two of you will be starting this journey together so it's best you start out on the right foot." her words sounded more like a demand than a suggestion, and it caused Toshi to sand up straighter, wiping the back of his sleeve over his mouth just in case he missed any blood.

Likewise the young woman seemed to jump up from her seat. "O-Oh yes! It's a pleasure to meet you! Grandmother has told me great things!" Her bow was sloppy and awkward, like she was still getting used to the form and function. He watched her hand twitch at her side as if it wanted to reach out first but was quickly corrected. A thought crossed Toshi's mind as he returned the bow. "You're American?" he asked as politely as he could, quirks were so abundant these days it was impossible to tell just by looks anyone's nationally and her accent was harsh if not a bit endearing. It reminded him of his time over seas.

"Yes! The East Coast in fact! I was born and raised there but returned recently to Japan to help Grandmother here. Sorry if my Japanese isn't very good. I was never a hand at learning new languages. Thank goodness mother taught me some as I was growing up or this would be impossible." She flushed slightly and Toshi felt himself follow suit. She was attractive. Small and delicate with wide bright eyes that shone behind almost too big glasses and soft vibrant hair that flowed over her shoulders just barely contained in two thick braids that looked like they were hastily done in a sleepy daze this morning. Her nurses coat was clean and crisp, still wrinkled from it's packaging. Very new indeed. Just like him. As he watched her fingers twirl one of her braids he found himself wondering how soft they were, how tiny they looked compared to his. He tore his eyes away quickly lest he be caught staring like a creepy old man and turned to look at Recovery Girl who was grinning ear to ear and not in her normal bed side manner. He was caught.

Clearing her throat Recovery Girl moved to the desk and hopped herself up on the chair, her granddaughter looking like she desperately wanted to help but shied away at the last second. So she was kind, that warmed his heart somehow. "Now you may not like this Toshinori but it had to be done. My granddaughter here already knows all about your current circumstances, injury and treatment. All current staff who are to work closely with you were made aware as you know and since she will be here working closely with me and on her own Nezu deemed it important she know all the facts." Toshi's whole body went ridged like someone had dumped cold water down his back. The pain he felt earlier now lost to the worry that ate away at his core. Someone else knew. How much? He could only assume as much as the other teachers and though he hated it they had a right to know. And this girl would most likely be working closely with him in emergency cases or like now when the pain bothered him enough to distract from his teaching duties. It was the correct choice but he still didn't have to like it. He glanced back ready to be met with that sad look of pity and shock that all the other teachers leveled at him when they were told. The great and powerful All Might now a thin husk of a man hardly able to stand upright. Pathetic and sad. But she wasn't. She was smiling as if the information was about the weather and not about the nasty scar that covered half his side or he wasn't missing major organs. She looked at him like he was just a normal person and that chill ran down him again. That wasn't a look he was used to.

The sound of a cane snapping against the cold office floor snapped both of them out of their staring, both turning to see the tiny Nurse heading back out the door. "I'm sure you two would love a moment to get acquainted! Don't hold back on my account. I'm sure she will be able to get that pain managed right quick for you All Might so you don't need me poking around anymore!" She said that last line with such finality that Toshi was afraid to argue. It seemed her own granddaughter was too as she sat back down and scratched at her cheek lightly laughing when the door slid shut. "Oh my....I always worry what she's planning in that little head of hers but there is no stopping her once she's set on a mission. Sometimes it's even kinda scary, ya' know?"

Toshi swiveled back, returning this girls nervous smile. "Y-yeah I know what you mean. I can't count the amount of times I've been chewed out by her back in my younger years. Now it's happening all over again I can't say I'm trilled about it." They both chuckled again and tried to look anywhere but at each other. Toshi wanted to kick himself. Why was he acting like a nervous high schooler. The setting maybe? Back in his old stomping grounds. Though he couldn't pretend to have any experience with that sort of situation even when he was a kid. Her voice snapped him back again and had him scrambling. "You're pain....could I help you with it?" She was so soft, how could just a voice put his racing heart at ease yet nearly pound it out of his chest? He hummed, the sound caught in his throat as he moved to take a seat on one of the beds. "I know I'm new at this sort of thing but you'll have to be honest with me if I'm going to help you." There was a spark of her grandmother there and the idea made him smile and relaxed him. She wasn't some newbie kid brought in on nepotism. He would trust her for now. "You'll have to show me for my quirk to work." Wait, she wasn't just going to hand him some pain medication and shoo him out then door? What was her quirk? Show her?!

His ears started to ring, it felt like the whole room grew darker and lighter all at once. Panic flooded his mind and muddled it but his hands were moving on their own to pull his jacket off. She would be disgusted, would she scream and run away? Look at him with that pathetic look she was missing earlier? What would she say? How would he respond? Why the hell was he just letting this happen!? Questions crashed over him like un-buffered waves until he could feel her fingers helping unbutton his dress shirt, his oversized suit jacket already carefully laid over the back of a near by chair. Her fingers found the twisted scar tissue before her eyes did and he braced himself for the embarrassment to hit him like a brick but it never came. Just a warm tingle that blanketed the old twitching pain that had been blooming in his side for over an hour. Fuzzy at first like the muscles had fallen asleep but as it subsided it was like a warm compress and for the first time in how many years Toshi felt like he could breath again. With two lungs this time. His eyes snapped down to see her tiny hands softly pressed against that horrible scar. They were glowing a faint green that seemed to work it's way through the dips and curves of the wound and melt into his untouched flesh. He didn't know what to do with his hands so he gripped the sheets and hoped she wouldn't notice his trembling.

"The pain seems to come from prolonged periods of stress on the un-scared tissue pulling against the scar tissue and muscles. If you stay in one position too long they start to strain which sets off a chain reaction of pain through the rest of the wound. It's almost as if your body reacts defensibly to minor muscle cramps...." She was more talking to herself it seemed as she let her fingers press a bit higher up his chest. "Y-yeah?" was all he could mutter in response. Oh that was stupid Toshi! Say something smart, pretend you know about your own damn body! "If I help the muscles relax they won't heal...but they will lose some of that tension which should help your body's pain response. Like an off switch. Letting it know everything is okay and it can rest." Her eyes moved from his side to his face. Her smile so calm it had him melting in place. "That should do it for now. You might feel a little limp as I told your body to relax for now and it can sometimes effect your limbs and muscles in other areas too. But that should pass quickly enough. Sorry I can't wear gloves like Grandmother, get's in the way of my quirk." She wiggled her glowing fingers before turning around to wash her hands in the small sink behind her.

Toshi took the time to redress and think. She wasn't disgusted, she didn't turn away or mutter and apology. She touched him without so much as a flinch. Even Recovery Girl often frowned and softened when she treated him or spoke of his injury. "Your quirk...can I ask what it is?" He muttered, his voice deep and rumbling as if he was afraid to speak. "You said you were Shuzenji's granddaughter so I can only assume it's some kind of healing?" Small talk would ease the tension right?

"Mhm!" She gave a heavy nod and moved to the small cabinet that seemed to house medications and supplies. "Like her I am able to heal myself and others with a touch. Lucky for me I don't need to go around kissing anyone for it to work." She chuckled and so did Toshi though his mind flashed images of her sweet face pressed close to his chest, her lips ghosting across the skin there and maybe- No. Unacceptable. He would not stoop to that level of indecency. He just met this poor girl and already he was acting like a perverted old man. Where did this come from?

"It works the same way her's does though I'm able to do more than just heal wounds. It's hard to explain but I redirected the bodies responses to things like pain and discomfort and more or less turn them off or force the body to respond positively and numb the area. I can heal the same as her too though it takes a bit more out of me. Plus I was never so good at the true medical side of things so I kinda had to cheat a little to get here...." She knocked herself slightly on the side of the head as she turned back to face him. "I failed out of medical school since I'm not very smart so I applied to be a hero in the states program and go in as a support front line hero which opened me up to getting a license to use my medical type quirk in open situations rather than going the long way through school like grandma." That made sense to him. No one was able to use their quirk freely and even less so in any sort of professional manner without the proper license. Most support and healing quirk users simply went to medical school to be allowed to use theirs on the job, others became support class hero's which didn't always get them a job in the medical field but did often open them up to work in agencies as recovery hero's. It was a common practice. "Mm. It's done often enough but front line? Does that mean you fought villains?" He was finished buttoning his dress shirt but left his jacket off for now.

The question seemed to catch her off guard and she thought about her answer for a moment. Toshi wondered how such a small and soft woman with a quirk like her's could possibly fight anyone at all. "Well when you say fight..." she sighed waving a hand at him "...that's not really correct. I distracted the villain's to allow the real hero's an opening or time to determine their quirk and form a counter strategy. It saved hero's the need to throw themselves at the villain and needlessly get hurt to figure out a plan. It made more sense for me to do it." The look of confusion on Toshi's gaunt face must have given him away so she continued. "I was kinda like the tank, or a punching bag might be a better example! My body can recover so quickly that any injury I sustained from a fight would be quickly corrected! He could wail on me all day long without doing any permanent damage and that would distract them long enough for the hero's to do what they do best!" She explain it with such ease that it made Toshi feel sick to his nonexistent stomach. People used this sweet girl as an literal punching back. Hero's let that sort of thing happen! It made his blood boil, knuckles gripping his pant legs so tight he could hear the fabric strain with the tension. "It wasn't a foolproof plan however, if I'm distracted or scared and I can't focus on my quirk it's slower to act and I can end up with some injury. But that hasn't happened in a long time!" She must have seen the look on his face and was trying to put him at easy. "Mostly fit as a fiddle!" She posed a bit, looking a bit goofy but the action let Toshi's shoulders slump and relax. The thought still clawed at the back of his mind and that feeling of wanting to protect someone from danger was ever present. A pill bottle was suddenly thrust close to his face and snapped him once again from his racing mind. "Here you go! This is right yeah?" That jumbled Japanese was so cute Toshi felt heat rise to his cheeks. The bottle did indeed read his name.

"Heh, yeah. Yeah you got it." He took the bottle carefully from her fingers purposely brushing his against them. Soft. The both stared at each other for a moment, unsure of what to say or do. All Toshi knew was he didn't want to leave, he didn't want to walk back outside this office into a world that looked at him with pity or disgust. He wanted to stay here with this kind stranger who spoke so softly and sweetly to him. Who smiled and treated him like a person. Not like The Symbol of Peace, not like the broken dying hero he really was. Just a person. "W-would you like..." His adams apple bobbed and he swallowed thickly. That little tilt of her head she gave in question was just so damn cute his mouth ran dry. "You're new to Japan you said?" "Mhm! Not my first time here as I've been to visit a few times but you know the normal tourist things. If I'm honest I struggle to find the right train every day heading home! Mr. Principal has been very kind and took me home a few times before but-" She looked away almost too afraid to finish "I'f I'm honest he's kinda scary sometimes..." As if she caught her mistake she quickly backed up and the loss of closeness saddened Toshi somehow but her cute little stumble made up for that. "I-I-I'm so sorry that was so rude! It's not that he's mean at all! But you get this feeling that he's so much more powerful than he lets on...." Toshi chuckled and stood up, when they were both standing he noticed just how short she really was. He watched as she turned around and handed him back his folded jacket carefully. "Don't worry, I understand that feeling no need to apologize." He sighed watching as the worry drained from her face. "But what I was saying before....you're new to the area. Would you like help walking home?"

He wasn't expecting the sudden rush of emotion that seemed to bloom across her whole body. Eyes blurred with what looked like tears as she took a hold of both his hands in her much smaller ones. "Oh! I would love that thank you so much! It won't be so hard with you there I'm sure!" That feeling of being needed, of helping even if in this small way swelled him with pride. "You really are my number one hero!" Oh that helped and Toshi was grinning like an idiot. "I-I have some errands to run around town but I'll come back and pick you up at the front gate? What time do you get off?"

She let go, and Toshi had to hold himself back from snatching her hands back in his. "Since I'm just helping Grandmother get set up for the new school year it's not normal hours for us just yet. Around three I would think. Would you like my number just in case?" He would love her number. "Y-yeah." He nodded pulling out his comically small phone. It stunned him when she pulled it from his fingers and started typing away on her own. He had to remind himself that she was American and such forward actions were normal for her. "There we are! Feel free to text me any time alright! I'm sure you know all about this area and any information you could give me would be so helpful." Toshi glanced down at his phone and noticed the small star and emoji she put next to her name. Cute. Everything about her was so cute. He quickly moved her name to his favorites, he would apologize to Kayama later for knocking her out of that number five spot on his phone, and shoved it into his back pocket. "Sure, yeah...." He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck again as they both stood in silence together. "R-right...you're medication. Make sure you take one in about an hour if you feel my quirks effects start to wear off. Sometimes trauma areas kick back into panic mode too soon so if you feel any pain don't be afraid to take it. Other than that take you're normal medications on time as directed. They shouldn't effect each other. Any other odd feelings of pain in other areas come back okay? Right away! It's best to nib it in the bud quickly less you distress your body too much." As if Toshi needed any kind of excuse to come running back to this office. He was already thinking of some little white lies to do so. "Of course, thank you." He rumbled her name out and she flushed a bright pink. Was this really happening? Was he really flirting with this stranger he met no more than twenty minutes ago? He opened his mouth to say something else but the sound of the office door slamming open caused them both to jump out of their skins.

"You've hogged my dear sweet Granddaughter long enough All Might! She's a fast worker I know you two have been done by now!" Recovery Girl shuffled her way back in trying her best to look as annoyed as her little face would allow but she couldn't hide that twitch of a grin trying to spread. "Go on now! I have to go over a few more things with her before she's done for the day and she'll get nothing done if she's just staring at you! Shoo shoo!" The poor girl looked modified but maybe not for the reason Toshi feared. She was smiling as she tried to hush her little grandmother who was wacking Toshi's legs with her cane as he stumbled to the door.

Lucky she was able to push past the grumpy faking nurse to close the door behind him, only pausing long enough to peak her head out. "Three o'clock still okay?" She whispered, low enough that he had to bow his head to catch her words. "Yes....I'll be at the gate then but just in case I'll send you a message when I'm on my way." "Good! Good! I'll see you then." She parted him with one more shining smile which he tried his best to return before the door slammed shut almost catching her nose in the process. Toshi could hear Recovery Girl's fake attempt at scolding as he stood dumbfounded by the door.

Had that really just happened? In just a short amount of time Toshi felt his whole life flipped upside down so suddenly. He was really going to walk her home, that's what employees did all the time for each other right? Normal work place behavior, helping the new girl out was common. This wasn't weird at all. No it was. It was very weird for Toshinori Yagi to interact so closely with anyone. But All Might was leap at the minor chance to help someone in need and he was still All Might after all. His hand moved to his side that was still numb and free of pain for now. Maybe it was just the idea of feeling so good that wrapped up his emotions. That warm fuzzy feeling in what was left of his gut was just her quirk doing it's not. But images of her face and that damned smile flashed through his mind and he knew that was a lie. He felt that way when she first spun around to look at him confused and startled by his sudden appearance. When she started at him while Recovery Girl spoke before she had a chance to use her quirk. His heart was already pounding in his chest from the moment their eyes locked and she spoke. Is this how normal people felt?

He feet started to drag him away from the door. Reminding himself he needed to change into casual close before he left school grounds he pulled his phone from his back pocket and opened his contacts. That little star next to her name made him smile and he held himself back from texting her right then and there. He had a lot of feelings to work out but for now he just wanted a sweet bun.

Chapter 2

Toshi wasn't sure he had ever texted more furiously in his life, he had forgotten all about that young nurse and his offer and to top it off he even forgot to text her about this massive delay! His large thumbs constantly mistyping and back tracking his words as he ran as fast as his thin legs would take him. In the back of his mind he tried to remember his younger years being quirkless but at least back then he was young and in shape. Plus he had both his lungs. Though that girls quirk treatment was paying off. It gave him those few extra moments in his hero form to beat that slim villain and save the day though now his side was burning like it was on fire and he could only gulp in air in a desperate attempt to catch his breath. His run in with that kid weighed on him and if he were being honest the only thing he wanted to do was rush home and take a much needed nap. Scratch that, coma. He wanted to sleep for days. Over using his hero form always wiped him out and this was the Plus Ultra of over doing it! But he couldn't think about that now, not the kid, not the burning pain shooting down his side and numbing his legs. Someone was counting on him and if this was the last heroic thing he would do today god damn it it would get done! With the school gates in sight he pushed his legs to run faster no matter how much they protested. Until he was skidding to a stop so hard he thought smoke would start rising from his heels.

His head swiveled around the main gate which swished open as he approached, the court yard seemed empty save for a few birds who skipped around picking at the cracks in the concrete. The plastic bag he was holding slipped from his fingers and landed with a dull thud at his side, his wheezing so loud it scared those poor birds away as he held his head back and tried to brush the sweat from his eyes. He didn't make it. His heart sank with the though of that poor girl waiting around for hours for him. What if she got lost, took the wrong train and was headed to a horrible part of town? He would hold himself souly responsible for any ill begotten fate that befell such a kind young woman. Stupid! He was so stupid! How would he be able to face her or god forbid her grandmother after this!?

Just as Toshi was kicking himself mentally for the hundredth time his phone buzzed in his pocket and he made a mad scramble to see who it was. That little start popped up on the ID and his heart leapt and sank at the same time. Fingers shaking he wondered if he should even open it. Maybe he could pretend he lost his phone and bring her a gift the next time he saw her to make up for his horrible mistake. Did she like chocolate? Was that too romantic for a 'forgive me' gift? Was he trying to be romantic? Was that kid's muttering tendency rubbing off on him already. Swallowing his fear as best he could he flipped his phone open all the way.

"Turn around dork ~<3"

Was that an American phrase for something? Dork was a playful teasing name he remembered that much but what did turn around mean? He stood there a moment trying to piece together what he believed was the worlds most cryptic text when a flash of colored hair brushed past his vision. Toshi nearly jumped out of his skin scrambling to catch the phone he sent flying into the air and keep his feet firmly on the ground as she stumbled to the side and out of what his body has suddenly decided was danger. The only thing to stop his heart from exploding was the sudden sound of her laugh. It was loud, but so warm and happy and much like her quirk quickly put his body at ease. She was still here, still waiting for him. The guilt of that was almost as bad as his panic moments again and it seemed to flash across his face as her laughter died away and was replaced with a moment of still silence. "I-I'm sor-" her phone cut his apology short. A large touch screen shoved in his face with a news app open to show a video of him only an hour before elbow deep in that slime villain. "Geez you really think I'm gonna let you say sorry for saving the day?!" She grinned behind her phone, pulling it away to flip through a few more pictures. "It's a good thing you were there went you were, those poor kids I can't image how scary that must have been for them. I think this photographer really liked the chest shots....you can't even see you're face in some of them."

Toshi was staring, jaw slack as she kept swiping through pictures. She didn't look mad, she looked happy. Content maybe, but all Toshi could do was stare and try and ignore the low ring that seemed to be filling his ears. "Y-you're not...mad?" he muttered, so softly that it took her a second to really hear what he said. He whispered her name to grab her attention and she glanced up at last flashing him that beautiful, kind smile.

"Mad?! Why would I be mad you were amazing! Someone live streamed the whole thing! Of course you were going to be late after something like that!" She dropped her phone into her bag shifting it slightly to get a better grip before turning back to him. "You ready to go? I'm starving." In that moment Toshi was sure he looked like a fish out of water, sweating down to his bones and still out of breath he gripped his side as another flash of pain shot from his scar to the tips of his toes. As if on que she was at his side fussing over him. "You over did it didn't you! It's to be expected after a fight like that....you didn't run all the way here did you? Of course you did look at you you're dripping with sweat. Here come sit down." Regardless of his protests he was shooed over to one of the school benches and flopped down with about as much grace as his lankly limbs would allow and she plopped right down next to him. "Here....you mind if I use my quirk out in public.?"

Swallowing hard again Toshi took a second to look around. No one was around, the school was closed and most likely void of the rest of the staff. It was well past six, he kept her waiting an extra three hours. The though made him cover his gaunt face with his hand and sigh. "Should be alright. T-thank you..." He helped by lifting his comically sized white shirt up enough for her to slip her fingers under and the second those soft hands pressed against his burning flesh he felt that cool numbness overtake him. It was almost a fight to keep his eyes open and a soft moan of relief from slipping past his lips. The hand he used to smooth down his face kept rested over his mouth just in case. "S'fine...really." She smiled up at him though she was clearly focused on her task. It took a bit longer this time. Her worry was how his muscles were twitching and twisting so rapidly that she could feel them even after she pumped a good amount of healing into him. "Still...I don't want to over do it, how does that feel?" She asked after a good five minuets of contact. A good solid five minuets that Toshi wished lasted longer.

"Better. Much better. Thank you. It feels like I can breath again." He returned her smile, no longer pained and forced but a real one this time. They sat like that for a while, just watching each other. It should have been awkward and he was sure it looked strange to anyone passing by. To people just staring at each other smiling on a school bench and dusk. Saying nothing. Not moving. It wasn't under he could hear the soft rumble of her stomach that they both snapped out of it and quickly moved apart as if an electric shock has past between them. "S-sorry! I havn't eaten since lunch...how embarrassing..." She rubbed the back of her head and tried to shield her stomach with her free hand hoping the sound wouldn't happen again. Her cheeks were flushed that lovely pink and she avoided all eye contact with him. "No it's my fault. I held you up so long I'm sure you're hungry. Here." He pulled up the plastic bag he forgot he grabbed. It still had the convenient story sandwiches he meant to have for lunch before the attack. He never had a chance to eat and in the back of his mind he thanked what ever god was gifting him at least a bit of luck today. He could be a hero and fight the villain that was her hunger. "It's a bit plain, I can't eat much now given my injury but it should still be good." The way her eyes lit up made his heart melt.

"You're sure? Don't you need to eat something?" She asked as she took the bag from him and pulled out the carefully wrapped sandwich.

"No. I'll be fine. I have some soups at home to eat. Far better for me anyway." The sound of contentment she made as she took her first bite made him smile and relax. This was nice. Sitting watching the sky turn to night slowly wasn't something he ever bothered doing before. And never with someone else. Toshi noticed that he legs were almost swinging hardly able to touch the ground as she happily munched away. She was so small, so delicate. Even in his weak state he worried he could break her in half if pressed. How on earth did this tiny thing manage to be a professional punching back for top criminals? "Could I ask you something?" Toshi turned his head slightly, catching her large eyes starting up at him behind those glasses. Giving a slight nod her tone worried him. "Are you...alright?"

That caught him off guard. So much so he wasn't really sure how to respond. He felt wonderful now thanks to her. As good as he could feel given his condition. Did he still look like he was in pain? He knew his stomach couldn't physically rumble so it couldn't be that. "What do you mean?" Toshi wasn't sure he wanted the answer to that but the way she looked at him, not with pity, but worry. Worry about him here and now.

"When we first met back in the office you were coming to see Grandma about your pain...and even though I was in uniform you didn't want to bother me with it and even tried to pretend you were just stopping by to say hello. And when she left and I tried to use my quirk...you looked so scared. I knew it couldn't be because you were afraid it would hurt. You were afraid of what I would think right?" Toshi stayed silent keeping his eyes on her though she had moved to look at the food in her hands. "You're worried about what people think of you now...I know we just met but please don't look at me like that again okay?" There was a small twang of pain in her voice that he hated hearing. This girl, she was so new to everything around her. A new job, new country, new life and here she was worried about what he felt. She picked up on his insecurity so fast it was almost scary. He felt his jaw clench tight. Why did he want to wrap his arms around her and protect her from that sad look on her own face. She shouldn't be worried about him that wasn't her roll here. That was always his job to worry about others.

His hand moved before he hand a chance to stop it and he found himself resting it on her lower arm. "I know better now." He muttered quietly, catching her eyes as she looked up from his touch. "You're not the type of person I need to worry about that with. I know that now." As if he suddenly realized he was touching her his hand snapped back and a blush bloomed across his face. "Even now after only a few hours you're so worried about me you can't finish eating. I thought I was doing a good job of hiding it, no one else noticed but you. That's the mark of a great hero kid, someone who see's the fear in others and tries to set it right." There was that long pause again between them. Neither needing to speak just soaking into already said words and emotions. Suddenly her cheeks puffed as she tried desperately to hold in a laugh.

"K-kid...." She squeaked before barking out and nearly doubling over. "I can't believe you called me kid! Oh man grandma is gonna get a kick out of that! I know I look young but geez I never thought someone would call me that again, I don't know if I should laugh or cry!" As happy as he was to see her smiling again he was beyond confused.

"Wait, so how old are you anyway?" What a rude question Toshi! Another thing to add to his 'kick yourself' tonight list but for now he was far too confused to worry about that now.

"I'm thirty two!"

"You're joking....you don't look a day older than twenty...that can't be right." He tried to do the math in his head though he had to admit he had no idea how old Recovery Girl was. Hell he didn't even know she had a child to begin with. "You're serious?"

It was her turn to start patting his arm, a dazed look crossing her face as she grinned up at him. "I'm so old now it's nice to hear someone say such nice things to me. First you treat me to dinner and now this, you really are the best kind of hero out there aren't you? Won't you tell me I look young more often? That's just the kinda ego boost I need to get through my days it's so nice!" Toshi chuckled into his hand and watched her bask in the glow of his accidental compliment. If it was this easy to make her so happy he would take her up on that and call her young and beautiful every day. Not that it was a stretch or a lie to do so. The more he looked at her, really looked at her the more beautiful she looked to him. Was this really how normal every day citizens felt about each other day to day? He was so unused to every day life he couldn't be sure of his own feelings interacting even with old friends. Always second guessing their feelings about what he was now, who he was going forward. Aizawa questioned his ability to teach, not that he blamed him Toshi had no experience with kids let alone shaping the young minds of the next great heros. Hizahi and Thirteen worried about his physical ability and how well he could handle being in public and at work in his hero form for so long. All good worries, all valid and all made him feel worse. But here she was just fresh into meeting him and the only thing she worried about were those feelings he had. She didn't want him to be afraid around her above all else. He decided then and there that he wouldn't be. What ever was happening here, what ever was between them now fear wouldn't be lingering in the background.

"Thirty two..." Toshi muttered looked back to the darkening sky. The street lamps had turned on by that point and the cold night air was starting to blow in. She wasn't as young as he thought she was and those creepy feelings he felt when she touched his chest or brushed her hands against his they felt less....creepy now. No. This was creepy, thinking about it like this was creepy. The way his leg bounced like an excited wag at the thought of 'this could work' was creepy! She was a kind nurse who wanted to take care of him and be his friend. "Leave it at that All Might..." he muttered though clenched teeth.

"Hm?" Crap, she heard him. "You say something?"

"Oh! No no it's getting late! That's all. We should get going if we want to catch the next train." "Tatooin Station right?" She stood, brushing some crumbs off her work skirt and shoving the trash from the sandwich into the plastic bag he brought. Toshi nodded and stood himself, almost shocked that his side wasn't burning from the sudden movement like it normally did. "We don't have to rush, they run the trains until about twelve tonight so no hurry. Did you have enough to eat? We can always stop on the way-" She hold up a hand, almost needed to stand on her toes to reach his face. "I'm fine, really. That was more than enough. We should get you home so you can eat...." She gave him that look again, that worried look that wasn't pity and a small part of him found he kind of liked being looked at like that. Someone to fuss over his every day needs was an odd change of pace. It felt like home.

The train ride home was as uneventful as possible and Toshi thanked his stars he couldn't catch wind of any emergency or villains near by. Her apartment was apparently in a different distract and it took nearly forty minuets to get there by train, not to mention a short walk but they passed the time by chatting away in an empty train car as to not disturb other passengers. She fussed over him when ever he coughed into his hand and insisted on wiping his mouth for him to make sure he caught all the flakes of red blood staining the corners of his mouth and he would smile and give into her demands no matter how cute her tough stern voice was. She showed him a few american apps on her phone that had his eyes light up with a pang of nostalgia which turned into long winded stories about his time in the states with Dave. Everything flowed so naturally and he adored watching her move across the train car as they passed Tokyo Disney, that cheery melody playing over the stations sound system when the doors opened. Seeing her enjoy the small wonders of the country was going to be something he greatly looked forward to, and he even promised to take her to places no tourist would never know about.

Their walk was much the same, talking in hushed tones and passing under street lights that were far brighter now that a full night had settled over the city. The more residential area she lived in was far quieter and thankfully safer than the main city streets. He helped her try and read the names on some of the buildings though her understanding of written Japanese was spotty still she seemed so excited to learn he couldn't help but indulge her. "Will you be at the school tomorrow?" She asked finally as they stopped at her building. Toshi shook his head, rubbing his neck as he suddenly was want to do in front of her. "Unfortunately no I'll be out of town for a while finishing up some things at the agency. With me going into a some what retirement there's still so much to do and a limited amount of time for me to do it in my powered form, not sure how many days of it I have left really." He looked for the sign of sadness in that but found none. It was like he was saying his car was on it's last legs; a bummer but not the end of the world even if it seemed to be the end of his. But she did look sad, as if she was looking forward to seeing him at work already.

"H-hey hey I'll text you like I promised alright. No need to look so down about it." Truth be told he was a bit down about it himself. "And if you want when I get back I'll take you to a coffee shop close to the school. You said you liked coffee right?"

The smile she gave melted his heart in a second, if he didn't know any better he would have assumed her quirk was that damn smile. "Right! I'll let you know how things are going with Grandma and the school too! And now you know were I live so if you need a little pain relief don't be shy about coming by alright! I'll try and stock up on those soups you can have just in case you stay for dinner." God that sounded nice. Would it be weird to ask if he could do that right now? Spend a night with her magic fingers against his chest eating dinner and watching a movie. Shaking the thought from his mind he gave her a thumbs up. "Course kiddo-I-I mean...ah..." "N-no way! Call me kiddo! That's great! I can go to bed happy and young tonight!" She was laughing again, all red cheeked and teeth as she turned to enter the building. "Goodnight Toshinori..."

"Night Kid."

#all might #All Might/Reader #MHA #Toshinori x reader #Toshinori Yagi #OC #all might x reader

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— && guests may mistake me as ( haley lu richardson ), but really i am ( marley buckley + cisfemale + she/her ) and my DOB is ( 6/13/1994 ). i am applying for the ( vet tech ) position as part of the EHP and would like to live in suite ( 211 ). i should be hired because i am ( witty & empathetic ), but i can also be ( indecisive & absent-minded ) at times. personally, i like to ( dance, knit & volunteer at the zoo ) when off the clock, but that won’t interfere with work.

hi pals! we’re back with a marley mae revamp! our favorite lil cowgirl is getting the makeover she deserves, so let’s get started, shall we?

before we get too into it, though, we have a stats page and a pinterest (which is also getting a revamp before too long bUT...i digress).

lil tw moment: abuse, alcohol, drug, death mention tws. per usual, i went a little heavy on the tws just to be safe!

- marley mae buckley was born june 13th, 1994 to finnegan and shailene buckley.

- her father is a chief exec at an oil company and her mother was a stay at home mom and socialite, the latter of which she preferred.

- the family moved to billings, montana shortly after marley was born so her father could be more involved with work. this meant her mother had more time on her hands and more time to attempt to mold marley into the perfect daughter.

- except marley liked dirt, climbing tress, and pretending to ride the family dog like a rodeo bull.

- needless to say that did not go well????

- substance abuse tw early in marley’s life, her mother mixed prescription pills and pinot, which only made the tension between the two more intense.

- abuse tw baby marls never understood why her mother would want to self medicate, essentially checking out and missing a majority of her only child’s life, until one night after her father came home after a day of ‘meetings’. smelling like expensive scotch and cigar smoke, marley saw her father hit her mother for the first time.

- abuse tw she didn’t witness the actual abuse often, but marley started noticing the signs more and more often. bruises around wrists, large sunglasses when it wasn’t sunny out, concealer caked around her eyes and jaw. for a while, she begged her mother to take her and leave, but marley’s mother refused - firm in her belief that she wouldn’t be able to make it on her own.

- so they endured. more often than not, marley’s mother took her pain and frustration out on her daughter. it didn’t take long for marley’s parents toxicity to turn her into an angry, resentful person. marley was around 8 when she started acting out - “accidentally” breaking things around the house, saying out of pocket things at her father’s work events or fancy dinner parties. marley was 10 the first time she left home and didn’t come back for hours on end, only to come back and realize no one had really noticed she was gone.

- when she was about 13, marley really started acting out and rebelling. she started hanging out with a rougher group of kids who were significantly older than her. even though she never took part in the more intense stuff, marley did manage to get herself into some trouble that finally managed to catch her parents’ attention.

- one night, while out with that older, rougher group of friends, marley was arrested for a destruction of property charge. since she was a minor, her parents were called immediately and, after making a sizable donation to billings pd, made the whole thing go away.

- officially done dealing with marley and the whole “mothering” of it all (if you can call it that), her parents shipped her back to their hometown of big timber to live with her paternal grandparents.

- she tried to run away a few times (even going so far as to steal her grandfather’s work truck - even tho she didn’t get far because she didn’t know how to drive stick yet) because rebellious, but after paw made her stay and help one of their cattle give birth, marley fell in love.

- marley fell in love with every animal on the ranch - all their quirks and distinct personalities. it quickly became the home marley’d never had. it was warm and loving and full of joy and life. her grandparents became the only parents she’d ever really known.

- they were the only reason marley agreed to go back to her parents. they’d made a deal that if she behaved at “home”, she’d be able to spend the rest of her summers at the ranch.

- so marley went back to her parents and did the dance classes, and dinner parties, and even did the whole debutante thing and “came out” to society.

- at 16 she petitioned to be emancipated and a judge granted said petition. she promptly moved into the renovated barn at the ranch that her grandparents had rented out while she finished school.

- marley ended up graduating early and began attending classes at the local community college, eventually getting her associates in science all while still working on the ranch when she could.

- at 19, marley began classes at montana state, majoring in microbiology as a pre-vet track.

- death tw shortly after she finished her first year at msu, marley found out her mother passed unexpectedly. when she went to attend the services, her father effectively disowned her (even though they hadn’t spoken in years) and blamed her for her mother’s issues and death.

- marley came back to the ranch more depressed than she’d ever been and instead of dealing with the hurricane of emotions she felt, marley dropped out of school and ran

- marley drove all along the west coast, eventually settling on a cattle farm in texas.

- there, marley met literally the worst thing to ever happen to her. only a month or two after settling in texas, marley started dating wade because mess attracts mess. duh. his parents owned the farm she was working on and he gave her attention. that’s it. that’s all it took.

- abuse tw it didn’t take long for the gas lighting, lying, and cheating to start. a short six months into their relationship was when the physical abuse started. growing up, she’d always told herself that she’d never allow a man to treat her the way she’d watched her father treat her mother - that she’d be stronger than her mother and leave after the first time. finally, though, marley realized the battle her mother had fought to endure all those years of abuse and just how hard it was to muster the courage to leave.

- to this day, marley carries around the guilt of spending years blaming her mother for being weak and missing the opportunity to apologize while she was still alive.

- eventually paw caught on and WASN’T having any of it. so he snuck down with maw in the middle of the night while wade was out on a bender and packed marley’s shit and took her back home to the ranch like the knight in shining armor that man is.

- two years of animal therapy and literal therapy, marley applied to finish her bachelors in chicago after maw suggested it. she was accepted and once again left her home behind, but this time it was to chase her dream and we’re all v proud.

- she’s been at the mlanati now for two years and has finished her bachelors and is a certified vet tech. she’s currently in her last year of undergrad and is getting ready to start applying to vet schools officially.

hcs!

- marley is a jeeple. she owns a 2008 black jeep wrangler x. 100% named it ringo. definitely has a black jeep of the family bumper sticker and let me tell you, this girl is SO proud.

- y’all will never catch this girl in shoes. she will start the day in shoes and by the time lunch rolls around she’s barefoot. the only pair of shoes she enjoys wearing are her justin boots or her vvv worn out vans.

- she knits when she’s anxious, which is more often than not now that she’s in a new place. but it also means she’s giving out cute lil beanies and scarves to her new frens.

- loves and i mean LOVES westerns. tombstone and gunsmoke were staples growing up.

- also probably the worlds biggest dolly parton fan. if it involves dolly, marley is in.

- ALIENS, MAN. your girl loves aliens and most space things. roswell (the og and new shows) are her jam bc...y’know....cowliens.

- she has three tattoos: some wildflowers on her upper left ribs, “worthy” in her grandpa’s handwriting on her upper right forearm, and the silhouette of big timber peak at the nape of her neck.

- marley is also one of those people that doesn’t need a ton of sleep? 4-5 hours max and she’s golden.

- cold brew coffee also runs through her veins. her coffee order is a trenta cold brew with hazelnut and almond milk, thanks. it’s also probably one of the reasons she never stops moving....ever.

- big time questioning her sexuality. marley’s only ever been with men, but uuuuuhhhhh WOMEN y’know? also nb folx are v nice. we do not discriminate in this house.

- 2 cats! doc (7 y/o himalayan long hair) and ike (2 y/o munchkin). both rescues she met while volunteering at a shelter.

- snake tw would also v much like a colombian rainbow boa pls and thank

- will always make time to take a dance class or book space to just dance all her feelings out. it’s one of the few joys she has that comes without feelings of pressure or stress.

- holds most people at arms length. she’s more than happy to listen and support everyone around her, but is a literal steel trap when it comes to talking about herself and her past.

- alcohol/drugs tw not a drinker. buckley’s don’t have a great track record of being able to handle their liquor (never let her do shots pls), so marley sticks to the occasional blunt. esp when she’s feeling extra anxious, it calms her down and evens her out.

- she do be jumpy af! loud noises (that don’t obviously come from animals) make her anxious and shaky. it’s the *pTsD*.

- marley’s triggers include but are not limited to: grabbing her face/chin, breaking glass, loud noises - specifically yelling, general violence, the smell of vodka or scotch and cigar smoke, being grabbed from behind/picked up without warning.

wanted connections!

- travel pals! : people marley met on her trip from montana to texas! she wouldn’t have stuck around long, but she was a hot ass mess and these would have been people who met her at p close to her lowest? so seeing her at the malnati would be like meeting a whole new person. she’ll probs be hella flustered and embarrassed so, like, we love that.

- hype squaaaaaad! : marley’s self esteem is still.........nonexistent, almost. she’s all about giving the love, but is the worst at accepting it, so obviously we need someone to shove all the love and positive affirmations her way! help ya girl see her worth!

- post hook ups! : likely only one or two! marley isn’t one to hook up unless she’s feeling pretty awful about her self and needs some instant validation. can be awkward or cordial! i’m down to plot specifics!

- crushes! : unrequited or nah (lbr i’d live for unrequited pls) male, female, nb - gimmie it all! babie is ready to give all the love....kinda. from afar. bc trauma. bUT!!! leggo. lololol.

- confidant! : literally probably the only connection that’s limited to one person. they know eeeeverything. every horrid, gruesome detail about marley’s past and all her insecurities. they could be someone that met her when she was on her way to texas/she met in texas or someone she met after and got to witness one of her panic attacks post texas. aka the one person she trusts most.

- scurry folx! : pls gimmie plots where marley is at odds with someone, whether or not it’s because they scare her a lil (aka angry, aggressively loud, bully-ish type someones) or just people who can’t handle her goofy, oddball, pollyanna type personality! i. need. ANGST!! pls. ty.

- chemistry, ofc!

#×○┆ooc⌇a salutation & a farewell #malnatiooc #manatiintro #bc i don't remember which one this goes in lmfao #but honestly if you make it all the way through this #you deserve a drink or candy or something #ily

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