#she's stubborn to a fault and rarely gives up on someone even if it'll be her undoing

[el3nasa]

let me assign you a love language.

an undoing influence.

can someone tell you what to do? you have been carrying so much love within you for so long it is starting to turn into anger (why does it matter, all you see is red anyways) and you have been dragging this body through each day and every night you are split open on your bed and it is so so so lonely. if someone were to walk in while you were on your bed that way and they stitched you back in a new way, lining the seams with their love and kisses, you’d probably find this dreary world a little more bearable. you want someone to turn you over and over until you look in the mirror and see yourself looking back at yourself with a gentleness which has been lacking in you since forever.

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[aggravatetheaxe]

For the sinclair brothers, when they get into an argument with their significant other, who's usually the first to apologize? Do they take the initiative or do they wait for the other to apologize first?

Good question!

Bo

For Bo, this depends entirely on who (in his view) "started" the argument.

His view isn't always correct, because he can be kind of a dick (this is known) and his perception of those kinds of things is warped.

Definitely someone who will be like "well you attacked me/you were nagging me/you were criticizing me, so you started it!" when he was the one who made it into a Big Thing.

Skirting blame is a coping mechanism from growing up in a situation where Doing Something Wrong would get him screamed at or beat - but that doesn't make it less annoying for his S/O lmao.

When something is undeniably his fault, though, he'll fess up to it. It'll take a few days, maybe longer, but once he's come to terms that he was the dick in the situation, he'll own that.

BUT keep in mind his "apologies" are rarely verbal. For smaller things, he'll nut up (or act, to make his own life easier) and say, "Look, I'm sorry, I was a dick" but big stuff is just naturally harder to confess to. In those cases, he'll "apologize" in other ways. Physical touch is his biggest love language, so if you'll let him touch you ... but otherwise, acts of service and gifts.

Words of affirmation, too. Say you cleaned the kitchen top to bottom to get the fuck away from him and let off some steam. He'll compliment you on a job well done instead of apologizing for causing the problem - and hope that's enough. If it isn't, he may get a little miffed, but he'll try again in another way. Or start another fight. We'll see if he chose violence today.

If you did start the fight, he'll wait forever for your apology if he has to (although the distance makes him antsy), but he's not gonna let you forget it. He also accepts non-verbal apologies like the ones he gives. Verbal ones make him preen - he likes to say he was in the right and he told you so - so for your own sanity, they may not be the right choice.

He is much more sensitive than he or anyone else gives himself credit for, so be aware of that. For instance, if he puts time into apologizing and you don't accept it? He's gonna be pretty fucked up over it (which, as we know, often manifests itself in anger and more fighting).

Vincent

You will not believe how stubborn Miss Vincent Sinclair is.

Seriously, he already has to eat the majority of fights he has with Bo, so I don't even know if he has the capacity to do so for another person.

Unlike Bo, Vincent doesn't really pick fights - he's much more direct - so either you're starting the fight or you've done something to offend him and he's pissed.

Regardless of who starts it, once she's had enough of fighting, she will do that thing where she leaves the room. Just leaves. And then is like "you needed space to cool off." The only person she gets in heated arguments with is Bo (and she knows how to pick her battles) and on very rare occasions Lester (but she's usually mediating between Bo and Les in those cases). Everyone else gets the blunt cut off.

I could see an exception to this depending on the kind of person his S/O is. If he formed a codependent bond with them, it could morph into more heated arguments. But generally, Bo is about the only person he'll play that game with. They're closer than anyone could probably ever know.

The queen of the silent treatment, and she should be, shouldn't she? If anyone is going to give you the cold shoulder, it's Vincent.

This isn't to say he'll do this to a ridiculous degree. He's still practical, so if you're fighting and something needs to be done, he'll probably do it. But it's lost that warm touch. Passive-aggressive as all hell (probably learned at least partially from his mom). Washing dishes and putting groceries away angrily type beat.

He'll wait for you to reach out and try to patch things up, but if you wait too long, you run a very high risk of drifting. He's not forgiving, and he can get very cold, so don't give him too long to stew.

You can apologize verbally, but he actually wouldn't prefer that. It's just awkward to sit there and listen to someone apologize, and it also comes with a higher pressure expectation for him to accept the apology. He'd rather have it in writing or in a gesture.

Don't touch her. Bridge the gap first, then you can touch. Only Bo can touch right away, and even he might get hit.

Lester

Man. Lester's RSD and his temper don't make for easy arguing, and they make for even weirder, messier apologies.

Like Bo, to a degree, it matters who "started" the argument, or who hurt the other more. He'd much prefer if you fessed up when you're in the wrong, and once he cools off, he'll admit the same.

But unlike Bo, who can deal with distance and only be made cranky and uncomfortable with it, Lester cannot deal with distance. He has rejection sensitive and abandonment issues to the max, so if you two haven't made up before bedtime, he's not going to be doing too well. Suicidal ideation and everything.

Very much believes in the "never go to bed angry" mindset, and he'll make up with you in bed at bedtime (not like that, although-) if he has to to keep that rule.

In the interim, he is just miserable. Gloomy and broody and ill-tempered and just not nice to be around at all, regardless of who started the fight.

If you're upset or angry or gloomy in any way, be ready for him to mirror you. He's a goddamn emotional sponge. He doesn't mean to invalidate you, he just can't help but be miserable when you're miserable. It can make for some very unpleasant interactions, especially if he's mirroring your anger.

If you don't make up with him within a few hours or, like I said, by bedtime, he gets hyper emotional in the other direction. This man will cry, and that's a threat.

If he really fucked up - I mean really fucked up - and he knows it, he will get defensive at first. Bitterly defensive, and probably end up saying things and defending himself in ways he doesn't really mean. He just panics. Similar to Bo's defensive response, something left over from their childhood. Soon after, though, he'll stiffen that upper lip and apologize.

BUT if the apology isn't immediately accepted with enthusiasm, he kind of ... spirals. He'll apologize too much just to get things back to the way they were, then in turn feel rejected again, then apologize more. To the point where all you can think - and all he can think, too - is "Jesus Christ, what a mess." Again, he just panics.

The upside of all this, however, is that the likelihood of him accepting your apology is extremely high. The second you apologize (and he actually likes verbal apologies and words of affirmation in general) he will accept it, and things will probably go back to normal. He just hates fighting and doesn't wanna do it. He'd rather just accept an apology and forget.

God help you, though, if that apology isn't genuine.

[catzula]

(Don't) Let me be the judge of that

a/n: enemies to lovers w Osamu. Nothing more to say.

genre: mostly fluff, enemies to lovers au, fem!reader

warnings: Osamu being an ass in the beginning, swearing, mentions of social anxiety, 5.6k

《Synopsis: Osamu Miya is too judgemental for his own good, never accepting he's simply wrong. You're here to change that.》

Osamu Miya had a habit of judging people. It would take him one look and a few seconds to decide whether he liked someone or not, the answer often being the latter. But the worst part was just how stubborn and maybe a bit self-centered Osamu was. He trusted himself a little too much, and it was impossible to change his opinion of someone after he had made up his mind, and if he didn't like someone, that was it, he would never grow to like them.

Or so everyone -including Osamu himself- thought until you entered his life.

~

You weren't surprised to feel the brown pair of eyes looking your way when your professor announced the project was in pairs. "Decide on your partners until the end of the hour and give me a list of the groups." He told the class and leaned back in his chair.

"Y/N!" You heard him before you saw him, a mop of bleached blond hair coming into your view right after. "Hi, Atsumu." You offered him a smile as you pocketed your phone, tilting your head when he frowned in response. "I already told you, Y/N, it's 'Tsumu to you!"

"Why?" You sighed annoyedly. Having had the conversation once before, you knew damn well he wouldn't stop until you did what he wanted, but you still chose to resist.

"Because," the boy whined, "it's a sign of our friendship. Only my friends and 'Samu call me that, and I want you to call me by my nickname, too." You chose not to talk about how he excluded his twin from his friends, knowing that would only lead to another argument. 

"Who even came up with this stupid name? It doesn't make any sense, it's only one syllable shorter, and it's even harder to say!" Atsumu's warm-brown eyes narrowed. "It's not stupid!" He protested, pouting until you gave up.

"Okay, okay, whatever. 'Tsumu-kun. There, happy?"

"Tsumu." The blond corrected with a grin.

"Kun." You added (to rile him up)

"Only Tsumu, goddammit! We're close enough."

"Are we, though? We only know each other for... what? A week?"

"A month!" Atsumu gasped as he corrected you. "And it doesn't matter how long we know each other, okay? It's a matter of how well we connect." His frown got deeper when you made a face, muttering something about him being cheesy, so he decided to switch strategies.

"But you always call me by my name when we're alone, Y/N-chan." Words spoken as flirtatiously as possible, Atsumu never missed the chance to tease you.

"A-atsumu, what the fuck, don't make it sound weird!" You exclaimed, already aware of the murmurs starting to spread around the room and the eyes turning on you both.

"There we go," Atsumu grinned when he heard his name falling from your lips, "wasn't that hard, was it?"

"You just had to be a little shit." You sighed, and his grin only spread wider. "I am a little shit, aren't I? Thank god I'm handsome. Anyway, I'm writing our names down." 

"It feels like we're getting married, seeing our names standing next to each other like this." He sighed, wiping the nonexistent tears from the corner of his eyes as he handed the paper to the person sitting behind you. You heard someone gasp at his words, and you never wanted to hit someone with a chair this much in your life.

"Shut the hell up!" You whisper-yelled, only feeling your anger growing when he sent you an innocent look. "What? I'm just saying-"

"I swear to god," You flared, "I'll tell everyone that one time you ran out of the library screaming when you saw a cockroach if you don't shut up." His grin disappeared as soon as you spoke the words, eyes widening and mouth shutting.

"You promised to never talk about it!" You had to admit that it did feel powerful to see him so panicked, face flushed, the sleazy look that was almost always in his eyes nonexistent and replaced with something similar to fear.

"It's up to you wether I talk about it or not." You shrugged.

~~~

"Woah, you look tired." You heard a familiar voice say as he plopped right next to you on the bench, holding a homemade bento in his hands, wrapped too neatly to be made by him.

"And whose fault is that?" You muttered, trying to conceal your murderous intent towards him. Even just thinking about your day gave you headaches. You groaned when he shrugged, focusing on unwrapping the bento box. "Yours, idiot!" 

"What did I d-" You winced when he spoke after taking a big spoon of rice and showing you everything that was in his mouth. 

"Your fans wont let me be! Ever since we started hanging out, it's almost like I'm being harassed."

"That's not necesarrily my fault." Atsumu shrugged, proceeding with another bite of his food. 

"It is, actually. I know you like to tease me, but if you keep saying shit like 'oh look our names together, feels like we're getting married' or that fucking 'you call me by my name when we're alone' you make it worse! You know how many people came up to me and asked if we were sleeping? One even asked me if we were engaged! We've known each other for two weeks, for god's sake!"

"A month." Atsumu corrected, shutting up when you sent him a look. "That's not even the worst part. Whenever I don't give an answer, or the answer they want to hear from me, people start to-" 

They started to get mean. Some even insulted you without batting an eye, speaking of how you weren't even pretty, that you had to be sleeping with Atsumu to be near him, and many fucking more.

"What?" He asked. "People started to what?" You knew he could sense how tense you were starting to get, but you always started to fight with him whenever he asked if people were bothering you, never answering his question, despite the answer being obvious. 

"Nothing, its just frustrating." You shrugged, taking a bite out of your meal to stop yourself from talking -or crying-. 

"Look, I can guess what's going on." Atsumu sighed, "and the only reason I can think of of you not telling me what's happening is that you don't want me to interfere, but you should tell them to piss off, already." He advised you the same stupid sentence he had been advising the past few days, ever since he noticed how his fans acted towards you. 

"Yeah, thanks for the advice, jackass. It would be easier if you stopped being so extra." You muttered into your cup full of coffee, feeling a tinge of guilt, putting the whole blame on him and not admitting you probably should tell people to mind their business already.

But you just weren't the type of person that was comfortable with talking to people you didn't know or know well enough, and you certainly weren't going to tell people to 'piss off' so comfortably.

You gulped when he sighed. "Okay, sorry, you're right, and I went overboard. But I gotta go to training now. It'll end around 5 p.m, so come to my place at 6?" He raised to his feet as he took one last sip of his drink when he finished his food.

"And if anyone asks you if we're married again, you have my permission to say yes." He grinned, patting your hair twice before you rolled your eyes, but couldn't stop a giggle from escaping your lips. "Oh, thank you, gracious lord." You cried out dramatically, scoffing when he pinched your cheek. "Exactly."

~~~

"I'm going into shower." Atsumu announced as Osamu shuffled through the fridge. 

"And?" The grey-haired twin asked from the fridge without pulling back, locating the eggs, and taking some out. "Do you want my help or something?

He expected an equally sarcastic comment from his brother, lifting his head as he closed the door of the fridge. "Cook for 3 today, a friend's coming over." He heard him say instead.

"A friend?" Osamu quirked his brow, ready to laugh given the punchline, but it never came.

"Yep." His twin answered instead, popping the p like some idiot middle schooler. "She's nice, you'll like her." He grinned, and Samu was already sure that wouldn't be the case. "Is this the girl ya can't stop talking about?"

Osamu couldn't say he wasn't interested since it was rare to see his brother drawn to anything but himself and volleyball, especially not to a girl. And judging by how Atsumu spoke about you, it was evident he had a particular liking to you.

The smug grin on Atsumu's face gave Osamu his answer, to which he grimaced. "don't wanna hear a fucking sound."

"She's coming over to study, you pervert! We have a project together."

"Yeah, whatever, I said what I said." Osamu shrugged, turning his back to Atsumu and started to chop the vegetables, unable to shake off the unlucky feeling pooling in his stomach.

~~~

"Oi, shit-head, does yer friend have any allergies or somethin'?" Osamu knocked on the bathroom door that had steam coming from the gap beneath it. He waited as Atsumu closed the water. "Eh, I'm not sure." 

"Yer not sure? How long do you even know her?"

"A month." Atsumu answered, turning the water back on. A month? It wasn't like Atsumu didn't get close to a girl he knew for such a short time, but Osamu had never, ever seen Atsumu bring a girl home.

"Hurry up, already, what the hell are you even doing in there?!" Osamu shouted, knocking on the bathroom door and holding back an urge to kick down the door when he heard the happy humms of his brothers.

"Oi, idiot, I'm telling you- goddammit." He clenched his teeth when he heard the doorbell. 

"Hurry up or you're not eating." Osamu knocked one last time before he rushed to the door to let you in. 

He opened the door without thinking of opening the lights as well, and since it was well after the sun had set, he couldn't see what you looked like, but he knew he wasn't expecting- well, you.

You were bent forward, trying to undo the messy knot your shoelaces had formed when the door opened. Sending a glance at the silhouette standing at the door, you turned your attention back to untying the mess your shoes were. 

"Hey, Atsumu." You muttered without taking another look, assuming it was Atsumu who had greeted you. You didn't see how Osamu's face soured, dark-grey eyes narrowing at your form with some hostility he couldn't help.

In your defense, the light wasn't on, and you hadn't taken a good look at the boy standing before you, so it wasn't exactly your fault for not realizing it was Osamu, right?

No.

Strike one.

Osamu hated when people mixed him with Atsumu. Did they not see the bright platinum gray hair, clearly different from his twins piss colored one? Osamu hadn't dyed his hair for the sake of looking nice, and he certainly hadn't sat in the hairdresser for hours long just to get mixed up with his twin again.

You had noticed your mistake as soon as you stood up and looked at the tall figure staring at you, leaning on the door frame and his arms tied on his chest almost defensively. "O-oh," Osamu heard you mutter softly, not sure as to why your voice sent goosebumps down his arms. "You're not Atsumu."

The somewhat disappointed tone of your voice made him furrow his brows. The smile you had on your lips dropped as soon as you locked eyes with the grey ones, familiar yet strange, and Osamu could feel himself getting more irked by the second.

The truth was, you weren't exactly disappointed, mostly embarrassed and a little surprised, although the unsatisfied look his eyes held kept making you even more nervous. He waited as your eyes wandered over his face, over the scowl resting on his lips, looking so mean and hostile, you found yourself taking a defensive step away from him.

"I- uh," Osamu's scowl didn't move an inch when you forced a smile at him, and you checked the time on your phone to break the eye contact. "Atsumu told me to come by at 6, and... is he- is he home?"

"Yeah," The boy talked for the first time, and you noticed how his voice was deeper than his twin's. It was nicer, too, you thought. "He's in the shower, though he should be-"

"Y/N, you're here!" You heard the twin you were familiar with speak your name, standing in the entrance, hair still wet and dripping with excess water. 

"Don't get cocky, I'm here for the project." You rolled your eyes with fake annoyance, unsuccessful at hiding your smile. Osamu felt something in him shift as he watched the change in your demeanor, feeling- what, jealous? 

"You met 'Samu?" Atsumu approached you, not missing the tension hanging in the air. "Y/N, this is the inferior twin, 'Samu, as you can also tell. And 'Samu, this' Y/N." He introduced you, making you laugh awkwardly, but Osamu kept his glower. 

"Don't mind him, he can be an asshole sometimes." Atsumu whispered at you, which anyone even passing by outside the house could hear. "Look at who's talking." You told him with a snarky quirk of a brow, making Atsumu frown. "Mean."

The blond pulled you towards the living room, making you settle on the couch and plopping next to you. Osamu caught the glance you sent his way when he didn't sit, leaning against the wall that was across you, instead, and you found he still had that frown that seemed to be imprinted on his face.

Osamu's frown was deepening on his lips at how comfortable you looked next to Atsumu, the friendly banter you had the exact opposite of how uncomfortable you looked next to Osamu. Maybe it was the natural competitiveness that came with having a twin, but Osamu hated this feeling. Why couldn't you smile at him like that, too? Yeah, maybe he was acting like a dick, but wasn't Atsumu also?

"Go dry your hair, idiot, you'll get sick!" Osamu heard you tell his twin, watching you hit him with the nearest pillow. "Hm?" Atsumu turned to you with a grin, leaning towards you for easy access to his hair. "I thought ya could do it for me?"

Osamu watched you with interest as you glared at his twin with annoyance. "I hope you get sick." You narrowed your eyes at him. "If you keep this attitude around other people, I'll kick you."

"Alright, alright, I won't flirt with ya when other people are around." Atsumu grinned, and Osamu felt his appetite vanishing. "I'll just leave." He muttered to himself, closing the door behind him just after hearing your answer to his twin.

"Don't flirt with me, ever?" 

You had spoken it with such genuine annoyance that if you had listened closely, you could hear Osamu laughing from the other side of the door.

~

So, the meeting with his twin was anything but successful.

Osamu was very blunt with how much he hadn't liked you, his glare reminding you of the ones Atsumu had whenever his fans approached him, cold and cruel.

Grey was clearly the superior choice, though, that you found yourself thinking as you gazed at the blond. "What? Lost in my handsomeness?" Atsumu teased you when he noticed you weren't paying attention to the project. You had to hold yourself back physically before you said something along the lines of how his twin was hotter, but you knew he wouldn't talk to you ever again, so you shut your mouth and took the teasing. 

Luckily, Osamu was barging through the door before Atsumu could continue, bored-looking eyes finding you two where he had left you. "Dinner's ready." He told you and left the room.

"Food," Atsumu salivated, jumping on his feet the moment he heard his brother, ready to sprint to the kitchen. You shuffled awkwardly in your place when you felt his warm-brown gaze on you, expecting you to stand up, as well, and eat.

"I- uh," you muttered. "I'm not really hungry, and I ate before I came here." Lies. "Can't we just finish this project instead?"

Strike two.

Just as he started to think you weren't horrible, Osamu gasped from the other side of the wall when he heard you (the walls were thin), his teeth clenching in annoyance. Really? Did you prefer doing a fucking project over his food? The food he had cooked?

Osamu was never a forgiving person, but this- this was something he could never forgive, he decided on the spot.

"Oh, come on, stop bein' a baby." Atsumu told you, pulling you by your hand on your legs, he knew you well to understand you were hesitating to go there because of his brother. Or more as he was making you nervous and you would rather not eat than go in his presence. "Osamu's the best cook around, you'll see." He joked so you could relax a little, making you giggle nervously.

Strikeout.

Osamu flinched at the words, eyes narrowing on you as you entered the kitchen. Did you doubt his abilities? 

You thanked the boy as he placed your plate in front of you, steaming hot food, smelling so good that you wanted to bury your face in it, but the grey gaze hovering over you was making you so nervous that it made it impossible for you to take even a small bite.

"Do ya like it?" Atsumu asked you, noticing how you were nudging the food with your fork without eating. You flinched in your place, your friends' voice pulling you out of your thoughts and back to reality, to which you mustered a smile and nodded. "Yeah! Yeah, it's- it's delicious. Thank you." You turned back to Osamu, who scoffed at your words, causing you to frown. 

You could tell he didn't like you one bit, even though you weren't sure as to why, but you discarded the thought. He was free to like or dislike you, which, in this case, was the latter, though it stung a little since you thought he seemed nice when- well, when he didn't frown at you.

He seemed like the type you would either get along or hate mutually.

He had obviously chosen the latter, and both Atsumu and you could feel the almost hateful air coming from Osamu as he glanced at you with a disinterested, blank face. "Did ya have a bad day or something, 'Samu?" Atsumu broke the silence, and you felt like you could finally take a breath. "You look like someone kicked ya in the nuts."

"Fuck off, 'Tsumu." 

"Nah, you've been acting like a dick all day. What's with ya today?"

"I said fuck off!" Osamu warned his twin another time, this time successfully silencing the blonde. 

"Thank you," You broke the awful silence that followed Osamu's voice. "The food was delicious." You told him after you finished your food. You could still feel his gaze over you as you placed your plate in the sink and retreated to the living room. 

"Your brother didn't like me very much, did he?" Osamu heard you mutter to his brother after he had left, too, feeling a fracture of guilt in his chest as he caught the disappointment in your voice.

"It's just... 'Samu. Don't worry about it." Atsumu told you, closing the door behind you.

~

Osamu was hesitant to knock on the living room door.

It had been about two hours since you had gone in, and knowing his brother- he couldn't be sure as of what's to happening.

"Oi, 'Tsumu!" He barged in the room, discarding the thoughts before he gave up. 

"Shut up." Atsumu whispered, eyes lifting from his phone screen for a second and glancing at you. You, who was lying on the sofa and- sleeping?

"She fell asleep." Atsumu grinned at his brother's questioning gaze. "I'll carry her back to the car. Can you drive her home?"

Osamu didn't hold back his snicker when Atsumu's voice dropped volume as he asked the favor from his brother, still not able to admit to himself the defeat.

"Your hair is still wet, idiot," Osamu mumbled, his eyes wandering over your figure. "And I will not take care of you if you go out and get sick."

"What?" Atsumu grinned mockingly. "Are you gonna carry her then? Be a hero for the girl you've been acting like an ass all day? What the fuck was up with you today?"

"I don't like her." Osamu shrugged.

"She's not the kind of girl you think of her as." Atsumu quickly responded, already aware of what his twin had decided about you. Atsumu knew Osamu too well, his stubbornness even more, so he wasn't exactly surprised when he shrugged. 

"Let me be the judge of that, and I don't have to like her."

"Whatever, you do you. But you know, you don't have to dislike her just because she's my friend, too."

Osamu stood silent, eyes falling back on you. He knew Atsumu was partly right, but he had his reasons not to like you, right? Osamu pocketed his car keys, nodding at his twin and lifting you off the couch.

Atsumu grinned at the audible gulp his twin took when you shifted uncomfortably in Osamu's arms, snuggling your body closer to him, your hand fisting his shirt unconsciously. 

You woke up with Osamu hovering over you, and it took you a second or two to notice you were in a car and he was tying your seatbelt. He was so close, yet so careful not to touch you, his smell -a different perfume than his brother's- filling your newly awakened senses with him, him, him. Your eyes met his when he tied it and pulled back, a brow quirking up as his frown settled on his lips. 

"Did I wake you up?" He muttered as he retreated to his seat, running his fingers through his hair as he fixed his mirror, pushing back the few stray strands back from his face. Osamu turned back to you when you stood quiet, a sarcastic smile quirking his lips upwards, but it fell as soon as you talked.

"Wh- uh, where's Atsumu?"

Osamu clenched his teeth, not knowing why it angered it so much that his twin was the first thing that came to your mind as soon as you woke up.

"Home." Osamu gritted through his teeth. "I'm dropping you home, 'Tsumu gave me the address."

He glanced at you when you stood silent. "He doesn't have a license." Osamu couldn't help but add, a feeling stirring in him when you laughed at that. "So he failed the exam and you passed? That must've been a blow on his ego."

"Oh, you have no idea." Osamu found himself laughing with you.

Silence. He could feel your growing anxiety, and you could tell he was nervous as well, the taps of his fingers on the stirring wheel echoing in the car. His hair reflecting the colors coming from the road, yellow, red, and green, the features of his face illuminated, you thought he looked too handsome to be true.

"Why are you friends with him?" Osamu blurted out after a few seconds of silence, but the question didn't seem to surprise you. "Why is anyone friends with anyone?" You teased.

"Atsumu isn't exactly the type people wanna be friends with." 

"Hm," he heard you humm thoughtfully, not answering the question. "If we're asking questions, well, here's one. Why don't you like me?"

He could feel your light gaze on him as he kept his eyes on the road. It wasn't if he liked you or not, but you asked him why. He found himself wondering where that annoying meak girl he had met inside went. "And you don't like me."

"No," you answered honestly, which he found amusing. "You're mean."

"And 'Tsumu isn't?"

He turned to you when you shrugged. "Well, Atsumu is, too. But there is a difference, you know."

"And what is that?"

"He's a naturally mean person." You explained as if it made perfect sense. "He's just mean, he doesn't try to be meaner or nicer. You, on the other hand," you looked at him. "I don't think you're naturally mean, not as much as him, at least. I think you're purposefully being mean, and thats why I don't like you."

You met his eyes when Osamu turned his eyes from the road to you when the car stopped at the red light, grey eyes glistening with reds and yellows from the road. Your eyes followed the small smile that appeared on his lips, and you couldn't help yourself from thinking how soft they looked. How much more handsome he looked with a smile, even with one as cruel as he had now.

"I just don't like you." He told you with as much spite as possible, not sure why he was deliberately trying to hurt you. His brows furrowed when you laughed at his answer, instead.

"You certainly aren't the first." 

"What does that mean?" He asked without missing a beat, the tension now almost solidifying in the air. His heart was hammering in his chest, eyes watching your smiling lips as he waited for your next words, your chest heaving in sync with his, and you were so close, so close that if he leaned even just a little-

"You only met me today, Osamu-kun." He felt goosebumps climbing his back as he heard his name from your lips for the first time. "You know me for what, a few hours at most, and here you are telling me you just don't like me." The cynical tone of your voice made him send you a glare, his hands working over the gear when the red illuminating the car turned green.

"People like you do this a lot, you know. Judge people by one or two mistakes they do, not even anything major, but things you don't like, and deem them unworthy of your time. And how much I hate it when they boast about it, too. What, do you think you're so perfect? Don't you ever make any mistake?"

"People like me?" Osamu repeated, uncharasterically silent after all those words you had spat. "Yeah, shallow people." You answered, but you weren't looking at him anymore as you tapped the window instead. "We're here." 

You were silent as he stopped the car, pulling to the side, and watched you open the door. "You know," he finally spoke, rolling down his window before you were too far. "You say I judge people so quickly, but you did a full-blown analysis just now, and you say I'm the one to judge quick?"

"Tell me, Osamu." You bent forward a little, leveling your face with his. "If you can promise me that you didn't think, ah, I know this type of girl, even once tonight, I'll take it all back and apologize to you."

You smiled when he stood quiet. 

"Goodnight, Osamu. Thank you for the ride." You told him before walking back to your house.

~

"Ya know, with the amount of time you spend here, you may as well move in." Osamu told you gruffly, eyeing you from his side of the couch. Your eyes followed him as he took a bite out of his food, adam's apple bobbing up and down.  

"I'll move in as soon as you leave." You answered with a fake smile, turning your eyes away from his as soon as you realized you were staring, hoping he hadn't noticed, but he had. 

"Yer sure ya want me to leave?" He quirked a brow at you, making you grimace. "Never been more sure." 

It had been about a month since you met Osamu, and it was like this ever since. Osamu never missed the chance to take a jab at you, or he couldn't sleep. You never backed down from it either, the fights going back and forth until either Atsumu got bored and pulled you away or one of their friends called you out.

You didn't enjoy it like they thought you did. In fact, it was getting tiring and annoying, but you couldn't stop yourself from taking a jab at Osamu whenever he shot you a remark.

He looked at you when you sighed, brows quirking up in a silent question. "When's Atsumu gonna be here?"

Atsumu had told you to come to his place that day, telling you he would be there in a few minutes after you and he had something to do, but as always, he was late at least an hour, and you were now stuck with his brother. 

"I'll just go home and meet you up later." You had told the blonde, but he had insisted you stay. 

"Have you ever seen 'Tsumu come somewhere not at least two hours late? I bet he won't be here for at least an hour more." Osamu chuckled. "I'm hungry." He added right after, eyes finding yours.

"And? You need me to cook?" You snickered, not expecting him to stay silent, looking at you for a few more seconds and rolling his eyes as he turned around and went to the kitchen. 

Your brows furrowed in confusion at the antic. Surely Osamu wasn't- he wasn't asking you if you wanted something, was he?

"At least open a movie or something as we wait." Osamu muttered from the kitchen. 

"Do you have something on mind?" You asked, feeling weird at how soft he suddenly was acting. "No, pick one."

"Okay," you muttered to yourself, emphasizing the 'o'. You thought of opening a volleyball match, Atsumu always liked it when you did, and maybe he would- no, why were you even thinking of what he would like? He told you to open whatever, hadn't he?

Still, despite reasoning with yourself, you were jittery as you opened a random comedy show from Netflix. Trying to focus your thoughts on the show playing, you did your best not to think about the silver-haired boy inside, failing miserably by how your mind wandered to him and the odd way he was acting today.

"Say, ya never gave me an answer as to why yer friends with 'Tsumu." He entered the room, carrying a tray with two plates and forks inside. The crooked smile on his lips was making your heart beat twice as fast, even though you didn't want to admit it, and the way he focused on holding the tray on balance, the slight crease between his furrowed brows. Osamu Miya was too handsome for his own good.

"Thanks," you muttered half-heartedly as you took the plate from him, not even aware it was an olive branch he was sticking out. Osamu's face fell when you didn't spare him or his food another look. "You never gave me an answer of why you don't like me, so I guess we're even." You laughed, smile wavering when he didn't laugh along.

He sighed, eyes glancing at you and then back at his hands. It made you antsy, making you feel like something was wrong.

"You chose this to watch?" He turned back to the not answering you. He shifted in his place when you hummed, "I can change it i fyou want." The way he hadn't made fun of your choice of the movie yet, was too uncharacteristic of him.

"No, its okay." He answered instead, ending the conversation -if you could even call this one. You ate in silence, tv playing in the background, though neither of you cared of it, your gaze meeting now and then until you couldn't take it.

"What is wrong with you?" You couldn't help but blurt out, turning the TV off and facing him. You watched him as he quirked his brow up, looking at you questioningly even though he knew what you meant.

"What is wrong with me?" He repeated.

"Why are you being nice?"

He turned back to face the tv after a beat of silence, looking somewhat... shy? What the-

"Wh-what was that?" You asked when he mumbled something, the answer so silent that it was inaudible. "I said," Osamu repeated, eyes still focused on his plate. "You told me you didn't like me because I- uh, I was rude."

His voice was still uncharacteristically quiet, but this time you heard him loud and clear. That didn't mean you understood it, though.

"What do you mean?" He heard you ask, your voice laced with something resembling suspicion, you scoffed when he stood quiet, standing up to your legs and picking your plate off from the table. "If you're trying to tell me you want me to like you, I'm not buying it."

"You're not buying it?" He repeated, mirroring your movements and standing up, making you realize how much taller he was than you. The way he was looking at you- what was it, hurt? No, it couldn't be. Anger would be more like it. 

"Is there no way of winning with you?" He asked, following you to the kitchen and placing his plate a little too roughly on the counter. "You say you don't like me because I'm rude. I try to be nice and you fucking ask me what's wrong with me? What do you want me to do, disappear?"

Now, there was no denying that Osamu was, indeed, hurt, as his face soured when you stood quiet, staring at him blankly at his question. "So you hate me this much." He muttered to himself, running his fingers through his hair. 

"I don't know why you expected me to like someone who has been nothing but rude to me since the moment we met." You shrugged, but a part of you wanted to tell him it was a lie, and despite everything that you- well, you liked him. 

The glare he sent your way was enough to make you choke on the breath you took, taking a step forward to you, close enough for you to feel dizzy with his scent.

"Well, that concludes it, I guess. This was stupid, anyway." Osamu muttered, but he was so close- so close that you could almost feel the heat radiating from him, your eyes fixated on his lips, and if you just leaned forward- a few millimeters was all there was.

"What was- what was stupid?" You whispered, noticing his gaze was also wandering on your lips. Your heart suddenly started thundering in your chest, and you couldn't even ask yourself what's happening? What are you doing?

"This," Osamu breathed against your lips, his gaze so intense over you that it sent chills down your spine. He finally leaned forward, doing what you wanted but couldn't do, the word "apologizing," being the last thing you hear before you felt his lips on yours.

It was a soft kiss, nothing similar to how you thought Osamu would kiss -not that you had thought on it, or so you told yourself-, this kiss was deeper, irrational, amazing. 

"Do you always apologize to people by kissing them?" You asked when he pulled back, smirking at the way your chest heave, feeling a tinge of pride at how breathless he had left you.

"Hm?" He hummed, not wiping that damn smirk off of his face, it even grew wider when he noticed you pressing your fingers on your lips, still in shock, "I don't apologize to people." 

It was true. 

No one had ever seen Osamu Miya change his opinion about something, about someone. He would never admit he was wrong yet apologize.

But here he was, standing before you -just as breathless as you were- apologizing. 

"Maybe you should apologize more." You told him with a sly smile, to which he happily complied.

~

"I wanted to make peace." He told you, sitting on the couch right beside you, refusing to look at you, though. "I've been trying to act nice for a while now, but you seem to- you don't like that."

"A while?" You repeat. "You were never nice to me!"

"I was trying." His brows furrowed at your protest. "But you always had something snarky to say, and I couldn't just stay silent, could I now?"

"But- what? You were always the one who started them!" 

"Was I?" He asked, giving you the time to think, watching your face in disbelief fall into a look of 'fuck, he's right.'

It was you who started the fights, despite thinking it was him all this time. Upon recognizing that, you started to see the times he actually was nice to you, which you had always discarded or turned a blind eye.

Biting your lip guiltily, your turned to him. "I might... owe you an apology." You muttered, very aware of how his eyes glinted, gaze falling back on your lips. "Well," he told you, smiling. "I can't disagree."

[miriamandvictoria]

@ocprompting Fun Character Bio 

Name

What is it?

Miriam Willsson Paul (Neé Paul)

Does it mean anything, who gave it to them and why?

Their mum picked it. They were going to be named Linda, but because their cousin Linda was born two weeks before Miriam, she got the name instead. Her father used to call her "Jarrito", which is a Mexican soda, when she was little, claiming that he invented it before she was born because she used to give her mother hiccups when she was still in the womb.

Do they like it?

They think it's okay.

Other basics

Age?

47

Species?

Human

Personality traits

What are their most defining traits to their personality?

Stubborn, good hearted, loving and trust worthy

What sticks out as soon as you meet them, what kind of first impression do they make?

You'd probably notice what a warm and kind person they are first of all. They always make a good impression because their big heart shows clearly to everyone who look at them.

What are their good traits?

Compassionate, kind, loving

What are their bad traits?

Jelous, insecure, stuff all her feelings inside and does not tell anyone what she feel

Any other traits?

Ultinate mum friend, clever, a goof

How do they describe themself, how do they view themself?

Miriam describbes themselves as a dedicated stay at home mum with a daytime job. They don't have a great view of themselves - they know their personality is golden but they don't like their apperance, and they often feel as though they fall short in caring for theur family and when comparing themselves to their wife

How do others describe them, how do others view them?

Others describe her as cute, funny, and kind. They view her as a really good friend they can depend upon and discuss anything with.

What parts of their personality always prevail and are always present no matter what the situation is?

They are always trustworthy, and they are always hardworking and kind

Are they a different person when you first meet them than when you get to know them, does it take them time to open up? Or are they an open book from the get go?

They're pretty much an open book. There is a lot of reasons that they are the way they are and act the way they do that you won't know until you get to know them, but personality wise they're an open book

Appearance

Height?

151.5 cm

Body build/shape/weight?

They used to be underweight when they were younger and always had a very slim build, but put on signficant amounts of weight later in life. She is now quite chubby, though not qualified as overweight.

Facial shape - What are their eyes like? How about their nose, or lips? Shape of cheeks? Eyebrows?

They have big chocolate brown eyes with thick black eyelashes. Her face is very rounded with soft, chubby cheeks. She has big, full lips and soft arches for eyebrows.

Hair - short/long? texture/shape? Do they wear it different ways or only one way? What colour(s) is it, natural/changed?

They have dark dark brown hair that almost looks black, which is their natural colour, though it's gotten lighter with the years and is more like a chestnut brown now. Her natural texture is very thick and straight. She had it very long with and without bangs when she was younger, as well as curling it or making it wavy on occasion. She then cut it down into a very short style for four years in her late twenties. After that she let it grow out again in her early thirties, before once more starting to cut it down shorter and shorter. Nowadays she has it in a bob of varying length and has had for some years.

Skin tone?

They're half Mexican, half white American. They appear white, but when standing next to someone of completely white heritage it is noticable that they are slightly darker skinned by a few shades.

Anything such as glasses? dimples? scars?

They have dimples. Their knees and feet are covered in little scars from a lot of (barefeet) adventures in the Arizona dessert as a child. They also have a thick scar just above their hairline from falling off their pet cow, which she once rode on when drunk. Their wife Victoria rode toghther with her and tried to catch her when she fell, but was too drunk and instead ended up joining her on the ground. Miriam hurt her head and Victoria broke her wrist. She got glasses shortly after she turned forty, but doesn't need them constantly.

Do they look younger, average, older than their age?

They have always looked much younger than their age. When their oldest daughter Alice was small, she was often believed to be her big sister, and the same happened when her wife had their second daughter Lydia. In fact, at the Hospital, Miriam's wife (at the time girlfriend) Victoria was believed to be her step-mother, and that their daughter was Miriam's little sister. As they've gotten older, though, their age has started to catch up with them and combined with a more mature dress sense and make-up regime, they are rarely thought to be much younger than they are anymore.

How do they feel about their appearance? Do they like it, dislike it, mixed, or do they not place much value on their looks?

They try not to put much value in their looks, but does occasionally feel bothered by their weight. They know it's not entierly their own fault they have put on so much weight over the years, but it still hurt.

Anything they would want to change about their appearance? anything they refuse to change about their appearance?

They like their apperance, except perhaps they wish they could shed some of the weight they've put on. They would never change hair or eye colour, which they have sometimes been told they should try, because it'd make them look 'less foreign'.

Gender identity/etc

What is their gender? Are they perisex? Are they cis or trans? What are their pronouns?

She is a perisex cis female, pronounse she/her

Orientation/attraction

Sexual orientation? Romantic orientation?

They are a homoromantic Demisexual

Dating anyone? Married? Do they want to get married? Prefer ‘one night stands’?

They are married to a woman named Victoria Willsson. When they first met, Victoria was twenty-six and was working as an art teacher with side jobs doing sculptures and paintings to order, as well as singing and playing guitarre in a band. Miriam had just turned twenty and was a single mum to a one year old baby girl. She'd just landed her first job as a freelance journalist.

It turned out Victoria's school was the subject of the article, and she agreed to be her insider source. They continued to spend time toghther after the article was published, and fell in love. They got married on Victoria's fiftieth birthday, and had at that point lived toghther for over a decade and had three children.

How do they react when they first fall for someone?

They fall in love slowly but surely. A little something might spark, and then it'll grow over time.

How do they react when they first begin being intimate with someone? How do they react further on down the relationship?

They are always very careful. After being abadoned by the father of her daughter - even if she did not love him - she doesn't want to get too deep into anything until she feel she knows for sure its genuine. Further down the relationship they're much more confident, and they'll definatly be a fussy kind of hen mum partner who check in constantly to make sure their partner is doing good etc.

Do they have a lot of dating experience, little, none?

They have little dating experience. Before their wife, they only really dated their high school sweetheart, and their daughter's father - a shallow aquintance who she drunkenly slept with, then dated for a couple of months until it was revelead she was pregnant and he abadoned her to get by on her own.

What ways do they express intimacy or love? Hugs, Kisses, gifts, favors, Creating things for them, Verbal flattery, etc?

Hugs, kisses, favours and gifts. They show love more in actions than in words, though they frequently use loving and romantic nicknames in Spanish for those they love the most. For her it's a way to signal someone's importance to her.

Are they casual or intense in relationships?

Intense, if they think its answered. Usually they try to match their partner.

Do they value the relationship as important & lasting, or just fun & fleeting?

Lasting & important

Are they fast or slow in their relationships? dominant or passive? Do they take the lead, their partner(s) take the lead, mixture, or is there no lead?

They're pretty slow. Slow and steady wins the race, in their opinion. They're very dominant, however, and so is their wife, so it really depend on the situation. They have diffrent strength and weaknesses and let the one most well suited to handling whatever is happening lead the way. This usually means that Miriam rule the household and Miriam handles them when out in public and socilizing.

Do they enjoy sexual aspects ornromantic aspects more?

They enjoy the romantic aspects more.

Do they have any sexual interests that they do with their partner, for themself or for their partner?

Not really. They do occasionally have sex with their partner because they knows that she enjoys it, but unless they are extremely drunk they are not very intrested in sex in general, attraction or no.

What do they do if there is something upsetting in their relationship, how do they handle slight turmoil?

As they got older and wiser, trying to talk is normally what they do. Trying to solve it as best she can without beeing confrontational. This is both because she doesn't like fighting, and because she has a partner who handles conflicts abysmally due to past trauma. However, this attitude didn't fully set in until her early, mid thirties. Her and her wife has had sever issues communicating through out their relationship and it was not unsual that one of them would sleep on the couch, sometimes for weeks on end in the beginning of their relationahip. This would go on until they either returned on their own accord or was persuaded by the other partner to abandon whatever issue had sparked it and move forward. Which, in truth, wasn't much solving at all, and unfortunatly they still carry both bigger and smaller issues from the very beginning of their relationship with them to this day.

One of them is the fact that Miriam is still secretly hurt by having been caught up in a triangle drama between her wife Victoria and a man that she was also seeing when they first began going out, as well as his wife and other side-girls. At some point she would like to talk it out with her wife, but fears bringing it up as she knows her wife is deeply traumatized from the man killing himself by the way of drugs and alcohol little under two years after she began seeing him and less than a year after she met Miriam.

Non the less they have always loved eachother, and they would never let anything come between them so to the point that they split up.

Are they confident when with a partner, or insecure? If confident, how do they feel about confident partners? insecure partners? Do they have a 'type’?

They are connfident. They don't have a 'type', except perhaps women. But they want someone that they know they can rely on if they need it. At their core they are a confident person, but much like their partner it doesn't show until they feel safe enough to trust that their partner will stick around. This means that first they were both insecure, and then they were both strong. It kind of clashes but it tends to solve itself.

Personality wise, what do they enjoy in a partner? Looks wise, what do they enjoy? do they handle heartbreak well?

They want someone who is kind and empathic and creative. Culture, music and art are things that they find improtant, and they want someone who appreciate it too. Look wise, they enjoy tall people and have a weakness for sharp cheek bones. They handle heartbreak rather well - they pick themselves up and move on, and even if it hurts a lot inside they don't show it much.

Platonic relationships

What kinds of people do they make friends with?

They can make frienda with more or less anyone. They're the kind of person who can walk into a coffee shop and have twenty new aquintances by the time they walk out.

What kinds of people DON’T they make friends with?

They don't make friends with people who are racist, anti-lgbt, critical/slut shame single-mothers, or in any other way mean and negative. Being both lgbt and of immigrent heritage as well as a single mother at a young age has made her sensetive to these kind of subjects and she's been subject to discrimination and attacks for all three specific points - from her heritage to orientation to, when she was younger, status as a young single mother.

What kinds of things do they enjoy to do with friends?

Chill at home or coffee shop mostly. Any activties with her and/or their pets, too. When she was younger she'd go riding often with her friends, but its rarer after they busted their back.

Do they enjoy a large friend group or small? A few great friends, or many good friends?

They enjoy many good friends. They get along good with people and think it's fun to have a lot of people who she can invite to things and who will invite her to stuff. Though sometimes it gets too overwhelming, and then she likes to just sit at home with a cup of tea.

Do they make friends easily? How long before they consider them a friend?

They make friends pretty easily, but it might take a little while before you're a 'verified' friend, just to make sure she isn't in for a nasty surprise later on.

How do they handle a fight with a friend?

Like any other person. On the outside, the handle it perfectly, and are mostly composed and level headed. On the inside, though, they are often deeply hurt and you do not get away without a substancial apolegy.

Animals

How do they feel about animals? friends, helpers, tools/rescources, equal companions, annoyances, or enemies?

They love animals, and see them as family members or children.

Do they have a favourite animal?

Horses and cows

Do they have any pets? Have they had pets?

Their wife has three dogs: A black hounddog named Bonaparte, a brown and white border collie/sheep dog mix named Keira, and a choclate coloured American Water Spaniel named Espresso. Their son has a cat named Claude and she has a horse, a cow and an Oxen. The horse is a Gray American Quarter Horse called Old Paint Jr., the cow is called Blue Moon and the Oxen is named Sweet Pea. She has officially owned 8 diffrent horses before Old Paint Jr., having gotten their first one at age four.

Are they good with animals?

They are great with animals in general, but they're better at large animals like horses because they've been around them the longest, having aquiered their first horse at age four.

Food/Diet

What kinds of food do they enjoy?

They can eat more or less anything, but has preference for Mexican cuisine.

What kinds of foods do they not enjoy?

They don't like Asian food (Thai, chinese, Indian, Vitnamese etc)

Do they eat a little, a lot, inbetween? If a little, Do they only eat a little due to being poor, or is there another reason?

She is a person who enjoys food a lot, and like to eat, but tend to limit herself due to insecurities about her weight. At the same time eating too little or inconsistently risks aggravating her gastro-intestinal problems and therefor she and her wife have worked up strategies to keep her eating properly with food consistently. Mostly she ends up eating small portions but many times a day to ease her own guilt yet still get the needed nutrients.

 Do they have any food allergies, or restrictions such as vegetarian/vegan/pescetarian/etc? If the latter, is it a personal belief, a cultural belief, a religious belief, due to allergies, or something else?

They eat a mostly vegetarian diet but does on occasion ingest meat. A vegetarian diet is better for the sake of her health issues - her doctor has ordered her to preferably avoid heavy food whenever possible, recommending a lighter vegetarian diet, and therefor she has eaten more and more vegetarian over the years, as well as that it better alines with her and her wife's intense love of animals and animal activism.

Do they view food as just sustenance or as a pleasure? Or balance it out?

Pleasure, when they get a chance to cook for their family - which they love - and eat a good home cooked meal with people they love. Just feeding themselves, its sustanance, as they will be very restrictive in what they eat and how much due to being uncomfortable with her weight and apperance. Dieting is unlikely to do much to help her, but she feel better that way

If given a big plate of food, do they eat their fav food first or last?

They eat their fav food first

If given a big plate of food, do they eat it all at once, or save some for later?

If in a comfortable, safe situation they eat it all. If uncomfortable they will probably leave some of it.

How do they feel on sweets?

They like sweets. They have a good sweet tooth.

How do they feel on sour foods?

They're not too fond of sour food, but they can eat it.

How do they feel on spicy foods?

They love spicy foods

How do they feel on bland/basic foods?

They don't like it, but they force themselved to eat it.

Are they good at cooking/baking, or do they instead just buy premade meals? Do they cook basic storebought foods or do they make food from scratch?

She do basically all the cooking in her household and she make it from scratch. She doesn't know how to do it any other way, really, all these half-fabricate short cuts just confuse her because she doesn't know how to apply them to her recipies. In her family growing up, her grandmother did all cooking, and she considered it offensive to offer anyone half-fabricats.

Social/political beliefs

What are their views on social groups? Are they open minded or close minded? Are they progressive, or do they dislike if their society changes?

They're open minded and proggressive. As a Mexican-American Lesbian and at one point single mother, there is a lot they wish to get better in their countries and they view it in a posetive light when it does.

What is the government like in their setting? Do they like the way it is set up, or not? Do they like their current leader, or not?

They are not a fan of the current American president, which is where she is from. Nowadays she and her wife live in London, having moved there about fifteen years ago after she was offered a job there. She chose to take the job and move because they didn't like how the political climate was evolving and did not feel as safe as they used to in the town where they lived.

Fashion

What kinds of clothes do they like?

When they were younger they had a very half-dressed hippie kind of style. They liked shirts and cut off jeanse and t-shirts and skimpy dresses.

Nowadays, They go for comfortable but good looking. They have a lot of jeanse and a lot of soft pants and shirts and tunics.

They own a number of pantssuits for work purpous, if they need to meet with a publisher or similar.

What kinds of things will they include in every outfit?

They don't have something for every outfit, really, but they will probably have some kind of jewelry. Turqoise stones have a lot meaning to her amd she has a smaller jewelry collection with turqoises.

What kinds of clothes do they dislike? What kinds of things would they refuse to wear?

They don't wear dresses much anymore, though they liked them when they were younger. They don't really like pantsuits because they tend to be made out of harsh fabrics and they're not very soft of flexible, but they wear them when they have to.

Any accessories they always wear, like a bracelet, hair tie, ring, locket, etc? Does it have any significance?

Naturally they always wear their wedding ring. They have a silver braclet with turqouises that their wife gave them and they cherish it a lot, often wearing it to more upscale events. They also have a matching ring, but they do not wear it as often because it's larger and clunky and they don't think it suit them as much anymore.

What is their relationship with clothing? Do they wear what’s comfortable, what they aesthetically like, what is easy to work in/what fits their profession?

They like to wear what's comfortable, mostly. Usually it's casual but not sloppy. They do adapt their apparal a lot after the weather and occasion, though.

Do they view clothes as just fabric to cover their body, or do they consider it an important/integral part of their identity?

It depends on what item of clothing you're looking at. She has a few pieces of clothing that are traditional Mexican clothes, and those are very important to her and a part of her identity. The rest is mostly just a neccesary part of being a living human being.

Do they prefer to have less or more skin exposed in their outfits? Do they wear as little as possible, or maybe do they use clothes to hide something about themselves?

Growing up in a warm climate but with cold nights, they usually dressed rather skimpy and then had a quilt or jacket to add on top. However, as they have become older and gained weight, they started wearing more clothes - both because it is expected and because they feel uncomfortable about their apperance and wish to hide it with their clothes.

Do they live somewhere with the same temperature/weather all year, or does the climate change? do they change their clothes by the changing seasons, or do they stick to their “brand” no matter what?

They lived for the longest time where it was mostly the same all year round, and being a poor single mum/living in a low-income household for quite some time they stuck to the same worn-out closet. Even when they got a better economy and a more stable situation, they were fine sticking to one wardrobe.

Now that they live in England they have a more interchangable wardrobe and they tend to try and adapt to the weather and season. Still, their style is mostly the same, just addapted to the circumstance.

Disabilities

Do they have any physical disorders/ailments/etc?

They have IBS and a bit of a funky back from falling off a horse once too often. The back doesn't bother them too much but is there.

Do they have any mental disorders/ailments/etc?

Not that they are aware of, though they do suffer from anxiety

Is their disability something formally diagnosed or understood in their setting, or is it something not well known or understood in their universe?

It is recognized that it exist, but most people don't have much understanding for how problematic IBS is and how much it affect her.

Does their culture offer accomodations, treatments, and services for their type of disability, does their culture just ignore or not recognize it, or does their culture view it negatively?

It is modern day characters so it is as it is in today's society.

Hobbies and talents

Do they have any hobbies or recreational interests?

They like reading and writing and cooking and riding. Caring for their horse is something they like spending time on. They do sing, and can play the violin and guitarr, but it's more an occasional occupation.

Do they practice them a little at a time/during whatever free time, or are their hobbies more time consuming and take up a good deal of their day/week/etc?

Most of their intrests are just whenever they have time/feel like it, though since they cook for their family on the daily it has sort of become a part of her daily routine to practice that particular hobby. Reading books is a part of their work description, too, so it has come that way too.

Is their hobby to destress, to bring fulfillment, to build up a skill, or another reason? Why do they do their hobby?

It's both for skill, and just to have fun and destress. Most of it comes from their childhood - she had to mind herself a lot when she was little, finding things to do when her parents worked and her , and otherwise her hobbies were introduced to her by her relatives.

What made them pick up/do this hobby? Is their hobby something done in their alone time, or something done in a group setting/with friends?

The animals and reading are solo activities. Cooking can be both, and music is something she only does with other people

What kinds of talents do they have? What are they good at? Is it something more well regarded like singing, dancing, painting, etc.. or something more obscure like quickly organizing things alphabetically, remembering what kind of flowers their friend likes, or another skill that isnt as widely seen as a typical “talent/skill”?

They're a mean horserider, ad cook, which are well-regarded skills. They're also a good book editor which is rather well regarded in its field and she bring in quite some money with her work.

is there any type of hobby they detest and would never partake in?

Sports

Is there a hobby they wish they could try? Is there a skill they wish they had?

They wish they were better at building things and at painting and drawing, all of which their wife is rather good at.

Are their hobbies or skills more practical and useful in a job or career, more suited for social life/aspects, more creative and for fun, or do they serve a different kind of purpose in their life?

Most of their skills are things that are either beneficial to just them or to her partner and three children.

Religion and spirituality

Are they religious?

Yes

Are they a part of a group or place which practices their faith in an organized manner, or do they practice it on their own/by themself?

They keeep themselves in touch with the community at their church and does participate in activities and happenings every so often. They also try to go to church about once a month.

Are they spiritual?

Yes

Are they part of a group or place which practices this in an organized manner, or do they practice it on their own/by themself?

They practice it mostly on their own

Do they consider religion and spirituality to go hand in hand, or are separate things in their life? Do they do one without the other?

They do both, but consider them two things that coexist rather than exist as one.

What parts of their beliefs do they enjoy the most, what speaks to them the most?

They enjoy the company. To not feel alone and feel that there is a community to support one and a place where you can always turn for comfort and advice come what may

What is the core reason they are a part of that faith?

It's a tradition for them. Their parents and grandparents were religious, and they were rasied as a part of the faith. Its an ingrained part of their person shaped during their childhood.

Is there any part of their faith they don’t like? Be it the faith itself, or the people within?

They do not like the fact that there is a tendency for homophobia and racism among catholics, especially when they lived in the south of the USA

financial status/job

What financial class do they belong to?

A normal middle class family, though they used to be pretty poor. They grew up in an extremely hardworking but therefor also well-off family.

Are they a ruler/royalty, nobility, upper class, middle class, lower class, or poor as can be?

Middle class

Were they born in to this class, or came in to it later on?

They were born into a rather well-off family, but one where every penny earned was slaved for.

What is their job, if they have one?

They're a book editor

How do they earn their money, or at least things like food and other necessities?

They and their wife work. Their wife also recives royalties for certain things - including some music and album covers designed by her.

Do they enjoy their work, do they only work for the money, or do they detest their job?

They think their job is rather fun, and they don't mind doing it. That said, they'd easily not have a job at all if it was an option.

Is work something enjoyable or is it stressful?

It's enjoyable

Is this their dream job, or is there something they’d like to be doing more?

It's not their dreamjob, but they don't really have a dream job and would much rather be a stay at home mum/partner if they could - though it's not financially viable.

Phobias

Do they have any phobias or fears? Anything that scares them beyond belief or something that they reguarly avoid out of fear?

They have a fear of flying, and they avoid it as much as humanly possible due to the fear. Unfortunatly, living in England and having friends and family in America, they have to fly more than they'd like.

They also have a mild fear of some reptiles/animals/insects which stems from her childhood, when she was often told not to approach/run away from certain animals if she saw them, as they were not uncommon out in the dessert but could be bery much dangerous to young children.

When confronted with their fear, how do they handle it?

Their fear of flying is usually handled by way of having their wife or any of their children with them, not hvaibg a window/seat by emergency exits, and by bringing medecation which she has been provided by a Doctor and can use if neccesary.

The animal fear is often controlled by sternly reminding herself that the actually dangerous breeds of these albums are very much rare where she now lives, and by not coming close to the nimals that trigger the fear unless neccesary, and then taking it slow and being very careful about it.

After escaping the situation, how do they recover? How long does it take to do so?

Both fears are of the nature that they let go as soon as she is removed from the triggering situation, so the recovery is more or less immidiate.

Is their fear easily able to be overcome after facing it once or twice, or is it something more chronic and they have the same response no matter how often they experience it? Does their fear come from a frightening life experience, or is it more 'random’ and not 'derived’ from anything?

Both are more or less chronic. Flying is random and animals is just due to her uppbringing.

Fun/misc

When playing truth or dare, which option do they take when asked?

Truth

If hypothetically stranded on an island for a week, what three objects and three people would they take with them?

Their wife, water bottle, lighter

If given 3 wishes, what would they wish for?

They would wish for their mother to not have died when they were young, they would wish they still felt fully safe and comfortable in their home town, for her family to be happier.

What’s their fav music genre?

Traditional Mexican music

What’s their fav tv/book genre?

Fantasy and Romance/RomCom

Do they like board games, or do board games frustrate them?

They like them

Do they sing in the shower? Do they sing when they cook? Do they sing when doing chores? How do they react to having an annoying song stuck in their head for 3 days?

Yes on all 3 but diffrent songs. They usually humm songs a lot when they get stuck in their head.

What’s the quickest way to make them smile/laugh? Quickest way to make them cry/break their heart? Quickest way to get on their nerves/piss them off?

Speak Spanish to them and they will smile. Tell them they're a horrible mum/partner and they will cry. Insult lgbt people, immigrants or single mums and theyll be pissed.

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