I think we’ve all been in the situation where we want to write about a specific character but have no idea how to approach it. For some reason, despite them being your own character, you have no idea how they would act or what they would say in a certain situation. Sometimes, if you even write about your character(s) at all, when you read it back they seem fake or 2-Dimensional. Unrealistic, if you’d prefer.
In this post, I am going to give you some exercises to get past hollow characters and help develop your writing.
1) Empty Their Pockets
Pretty simple. Think of what your characters would have in their pockets on a day-to-day basis. It doesn’t have to be anything super extraordinary, of course. Just start writing some everyday items down and think about whether your character would have these items in their pockets.
Let’s take a look at one I did for my characters earlier. (sorry that just sounded like something from Blue Peter)
Character A’s Pockets Contained:
pack of gum, empty pack of cigarettes, library card, NOKIA brick phone
So, here a few things you can tell about Character A simply through the items in their pockets. They visit the library often, meaning that they probably have a high interest in reading (this also could be a sign of intelligence). Judging by the fact Character A has both a pack of gum and cigarettes this could indicate a potential smoking habit, chewing gum is a known way for helping people quit smoking. The pack of cigarettes could show that they are not very good at restricting themselves and could in fact be addicted and finding it hard to cope with smoking. Finally, the NOKIA brick phone shows how they may want to feel connected to people or want to allow their friends/family members/whoever to be able to contact them but have no desire to get the latest model of phone or perhaps believe that having such a device would distract them unnecessarily.
When doing this exercise, think about key objects which portray certain details about your character! Try not to overthink it too much, write whatever comes to mind and put it down on the page! After writing down a couple objects, go back through them and feel free to edit out items you think are unnecessary or add items which you think would suit the character.
2) Go Through Their Daily Routine
Again, another easily explained exercise. Go through a regular day in your character’s life, try and do this exercise as if it was happening before whatever events occur in your story or novel. This way it makes it easier to understand your character before they met a secondary character in the novel or before whatever events happened in your writing which may affect their routine. You don’t need to include every single detail in your description, just brief notes or key events which occur during their day would be fine. You can make it as short or as long as you wish, maybe don’t just do it for one day in your character’s week perhaps do it for multiple days.
Does their routine change during the week? What time do they wake up? What time do they go to sleep? Are they punctual with going to work? Do they do any other activities outside their day-job? These are the kind of things you may want to ask yourself when writing it.
3) Give Them Fears/Phobias
Everyone fears something: whether it be a phobia of spiders or oblivion, everyone has a fear. Giving your character a phobia makes them seem more realistic, it allows your reader to easily relate to your character.
However, just having a phobia for the sake of it doesn’t help develop your character at all. If you give them a terrible phobia of snakes and they come across a snake and suddenly within moments are able to get over their fear just like that, it’s not a phobia. It’s more of a mild inconvenience than anything else. The reader needs to feel convinced by their fears, they would feel more dissatisfied with your writing if they felt the character could dismiss anything and everything than knowing them being confronted by their fears could be a possible problem. Besides, it would give them no reason to motivate or encourage the character if they knew it was impossible for them to be defeated by anything. Still, this does not mean that your character has to be destroyed by their fear. There is a very big difference between simply dismissing your character’s fear and perhaps overcoming it in the future.
An easy way to write your character possibly overcoming their fear in the future is that when they first encounter that fear, add an element of chance or fate into it. For example, if a character were to move to get away from the creature which may be coming towards them; in the process of getting up, they could slip which could cause their legs to lash out towards the creature. The sudden movement may just be enough to scare the creature away, this way it does not appear to the reader as ridiculous or uncharacteristic courage but instead accidental bravery. This sudden revelation that the character’s horrible fear may not be as all powerful as they first thought could be the first step for them to slowly overcome that fear.
Don’t believe me? Let’s think about this for a moment. Imagine your character, let’s call them the Protagonist™, is stuck in a terrible situation. It doesn’t matter what the situation is but let’s say it’s something which involves them being trapped in a room with a snake. I’m going to give you two examples, both involving the same situation.
Protagonist watched with wide eyes as the snake slowly slithered towards them. The snake paused for a moment, it hissed lowly as it waited for Protagonist to move, waiting for the right moment to strike. Not hesitating for a single moment, they suddenly realised how dire the situation was and jumped to their feet. Their heart pumping wildly as their body was filled with adrenaline, they were terrified yet they had to do something. Protagonist grabbed the nearest thing to them and stepped towards the snake.
“Get away!” They threatened, “Get away!”
Protagonist watched with wide eyes as the snake slowly slithered towards them. The snake paused for a moment, it hissed lowly as it waited for Protagonist to move, waiting for the right moment to strike. The blood in Protagonist’s veins ran cold as the snake grew closer and closer, Protagonist couldn’t move. They begged and screamed on the inside to move away, to get away as far as possible. They had lost all control of their movement, their fear had consumed them. They were frozen to the spot and could only watch as the snake widened it’s jaw, ready to bite down on it’s prey. It widened it’s jaw once, twice - suddenly, Protagonist gained back their instincts. Fleeing seemed like the only realistic option and seconds before the snake could chomp down on their ankle, Protagonist stumbled to their feet. They stumbled backwards into a puddle of water which had pooled behind them and their ankle rolled as they slipped, their legs accidentally lashing out towards the predator. The snake recoiled backwards in shock before deciding that the risk wasn’t worth it: it quickly retreated back to it’s nest, disappearing from Protagonist’s view.
Now, hopefully you see what I mean. I think we can all agree that the second example is a lot better than the first one.
4) Create Their Flaws/Bad Habits
No one is perfect, this includes your characters.
If you’re finding it challenging to think of any flaws, try to think of some bad habits. It doesn’t have to be anything so terribly bad that’s it’s illegal. Think simple when it comes to this exercise. It can range from anything between chewing their nails to swearing.
It might help to try and develop these bad habits into possible flaws or weaknesses. If your character keeps biting their nails that might be a sign of nervousness or anxiety. So, creating bad habits might be a good way to show a certain trait your character may possess.
Flaws are important as well. Let’s be realistic, if no character had any flaws then every single book we read would be filled with a bunch of characters which are exactly the same. Besides, what’s a hero without it’s villain?
So, to give you a few ideas, let’s go back to superheroes. Maybe a hero is so set on doing the right thing that they lose sight of what they want? Perhaps it gets to a certain point where they can’t handle that hollow feeling inside of them that they grow arrogant, selfish or even stubborn? There’s a story for you right there.
Not only that, by giving your characters flaws it is possible that you could work that into your story somehow. This way, not only will you get to show off your amazing character development, but it could also be an exciting point in your storyline.
Write down some ideas, think of flawed personality traits and just write them down! Try to write down at least five straight off the bat, for each one you don’t like you should think about why it doesn’t suit your character. You’re bound to find one flaw you’re happy with!
5) Write Some Scenarios
Now that you’ve developed your characters, go ahead and write them in your story! If you think you still need a bit of practice, try writing something about them being in a certain scenario. It could be anything from ordering their favourite coffee to being trapped in a prison: just write it! Try not to think about it too much, just do whatever feels write (I unintentionally made that pun but i’m not deleting it).
It doesn’t have to be long either, just a couple paragraphs would be fine. Try to focus on body movements and interior thoughts, it would be ideal if your character was on their own in the situation: that way you can get to know the character on their own a lot better. No other characters means no distractions. It’s just you, the wonderful author, and your character - there is an endless amount of possibilities for you!
Have faith in yourself too! Nobody knows your brilliantly developed characters better than you do, so here’s your chance to show them off! If you’d like a second opinion, write something about them and give it to a friend/parent/random stranger etc. to read! If they don’t want to, make them read it anyway!
I hope this helps you all in developing your characters!
Boku no Hero Academia Fiction Recommendation Master Post
I have decided my new favorite anime and its fandom deserves some appreciation. Every work I recommend are - in my personal opinion - beautiful and I want everyone to read them. If you see your work up here that’s cause I loved it to the moon and back! I welcome suggestions too!
U.A.’s Heroics Division’s Class A was graduating. Moving on. Never coming back. And Izuku is going to be left behind, solidly trapped in a prison of his own making. There might be a few things that could make it more bearable, though.
Summary: Todoroki felt his own breath drop in temperature as the nerves settled in, steam rising with each steady exhale. He continued to stare, as if expecting the same to happen to Midoriya when he caught a whiff of cool mint as the boy spoke, face inches from his. In which Midoriya has a better grasp on the changes happening in Todoroki than Todoroki himself.
Summary: There was no magical moment that played a part in Midoriya’s realization that he liked Todoroki. The thin red string that greeted him every time he looked down at his hand was an obvious factor, yes, but it wasn’t love at first sight either. It sorta just… happened over time.
Summary: The law is clear: whoever correctly answers three riddles will marry the prince, while all who fail are to be executed. The people live in fear as more challengers try and fail, and the throne grows bloodier with every passing year. But a young prince, nameless and in exile from his home, believes there may be more to this brutal challenge than meets the eye. Of course, there’s only one way to find out: ring the gong, and take the trial.
It’s been judged safe to send the students of UA home to their families for the first three weeks of summer, much to the relief of everyone whose name isn’t Todoroki Shouto. Luckily, Midoriya has a solution for him, and Midoriya Inko has a lot of love to give.
Summary: Izuku has never been one to curse but the only way to describe himself as his mother hugs him goodbye that morning, is royally fucked.He’s really, truly glad no one in their class has a mind-reading quirk because from the minute his feet touched warm sand, his mind has been screaming in tune to the same famous classical overtures Tenya listens to when they study together. Occasionally, the music pauses just long enough for his brain to point out observations about Shouto that make Izuku want to stick his head under the waves and just breathe in.
Note to self: don’t accidentally fall in love with a prince who’s in an arranged marriage keeping your kingdoms from declaring war against each other. Especially when you’re spying on him as his manservant.
Summary: It starts —like all ideas that inevitably lead to one’s downfall do— with something akin to this: Midoriya Izuku. Midoriya Izuku and a five-story house by the beach, completely devoid of any entry-fee –save for the one where Todoroki has to pretend to be Deku’s boyfriend. All-in-all though, not an awful price to pay for the vacation of their dreams, right? Right?
It’s Wednesday morning when Izuku’s mother texts him to remind him about his cousin’s wedding coming up the following weekend, and it’s Wednesday evening, when Izuku’s back in his room after classes and has time to call her, that she tells him she can’t go to the wedding with him.
Summary: In his third year at UA, Todoroki Shouto works in a burger place, catches on fire and falls in love. Only two of those things are on purpose. Or…Todoroki Shouto’s exciting adventures in customer service.
Shouto Todoroki is a cold Pro Hero who never uses his fire side. He refuses to be like his father, Endeavor, but every day it seems like he’s becoming more like him. Shouto meets up with Izuku Midoriya, a quirkless Pro Hero counselor and discovers that his power is his own. Also… he might be falling in love with his counselor. // AU where Deku never received One for All and became a quirk counselor instead!
Summary: … It wasn’t that he was annoyed. Okay, maybe he was a little annoyed, but that was just the lack of sleep talking. Because a certain explosive punk thought it was a good idea to test the flammability of his sheets at 2 in the morning. Every single morning. (In which Bakugou’s quirk wakes Kirishima up, and Kirishima gets way too invested in his bro’s well-being.)
Summary: "Hey! Wake up you piece of shit! Are you alive?!“ The man winces and scrunches his face in pain but Bakugou continued to hold him in place. Good, he’s alive- Piercing red eyes flutter open and gaze lazily straight at Bakugou’s face and Bakugou feels his heart skip a beat. Oh, Fuck- AKA merman! Kirishima au
Bakugou sleeping in the common areas like it’s no big deal seems to give everyone else permission to be just as bizarre, and little by little Kirishima starts learning things about his classmates he never knew.
Bakugou Katsuki and Kirishima Eijirou are paired together for a winter survival assignment! It’s inevitable that the two clash, but neither of them could have predicted an accident at the height of their tension. Trapped in the wilderness at the mercy of the environment, how will the two cope with finding help and mending what was broken?
Summary: “You’re a popsicle biter, you fucking animal,” Bakugou says. “You’re not?” Kirishima says around a mouthful of ice cream. “No,” Bakugou says. “I prefer my teeth unfrozen, thanks.” He wraps his mouth around the popsicle and Kirishima realizes his mistake very, very quickly.
Summary: Bakugou works at a convenience store, flirts like a loser, blows up nineteen aprons, gets a hashtag trending for all the wrong reasons and maybe manages to make a friend. Or…being Bakugou Katsuki is suffering.
Summary: With phone, money, and keys in his pocket, Kirishima wandered around the city for an age. With his legs on auto-pilot his mind wandered too. To the new movie that peppered the streets in posters and trailers, a new move he wanted to practise for another basketball play, wondering about how the current arcs for his favourite manga would turn out in the next issue of Jump. And, of course, he thought about how many of those things he could see and do with Bakugou.
Summary: Once upon a time a lonely beast lived in a manor deep in the forest. He dreamed of the day his true love appeared to break his curse… When a beauty finally appears in his life, it is not quite as he imagined. For who could have thought a beauty would be more of a beast. Or the beauty and the beast AU nobody asked for but here it is.
Also it’s kind of weird to see intl fans talking about how outdated South Korea’s marijuana laws are considering we’ve got millions of black and brown people locked up for weed and trap them in a vicious prison cycle so the rich who invest in prisons can profit even more but then again a lot of y’all are white
Jacin’s posture becomes rigid in the lunar palace, his attitude colder than usual. Winter and Cinder don’t think he realizes he’s doing it. Cinder has passed laws so that thaumaturges cannot hurt people or control them against their will, but every time a thaumaturge is nearby, Jacin shoves his weapons in one of his friends’ hands. Even now, he cannot trust himself not to hurt someone he cares about.
Winter has days when she is scared to touch Jacin. Her hands hesitate over his shoulder, she stands farther from him than usual. She knows he has no reason to reject her, with the war over and Levana gone, but she can’t help but be afraid that he will. Winter doesn’t think she could handle it if he brushes her off, if he pushes her away again. Sometimes she feels like she’s just waiting for him to shut her out for good.
Thorne hates having his eyes covered, hates the feeling of blind darkness. He pulls his shirts over his head as fast as he can, and has to force himself to keep his eyes shut at night. On his birthday, Cress tells him to cover his eyes with a bandana she gives him. Thorne flinches away, telling her quietly, “I… I don’t really like not being able to see, since the desert. Can we do something else instead?”
Cress can’t stand isolation. She hates being alone in her empty room, and cannot fall asleep by surrounded by silence and emptiness. Being inside and alone is even worse-sometimes Cress will wake up in her room, thinking she is back in that horrible empty satelite, cut off from the world. She doesn’t want to be clingy, to suffocate Thorne and her friends, so she says nothing, letting her fear rise when her door closes.
Wolf has always hated doctors and needles, but after his second surgery, it’s become much worse. He no longer travels on trains and ships to avoid having to give blood samples, and he refuses to go with Scarlet to the doctors office. After a while, he agrees to let Jacin give him check-ups every six months, but he refuses to see any other doctors. Every time Jacin has to give him a shot, he can’t stop shaking for hours after.
Scarlet has stopped putting her chickens in a pen, letting them roam freely instead. When she and Wolf do renovations on the farmhouse, the first thing she does is rip out the iron trellises over the windows, the ones that make her feel trapped, that remind her of prison bars. Winter schedules one of the Rampion crew reunions to be a day trip to a local zoo. Scarlet pretends to be sick that day. She just can’t stand to see the cages.
Kai refuses to keep guards around his bedroom. He never locks the doors in the offices in the palace, and only allows Torin to own copies of his keys. Despite lots of outrage from his staff (and later, the press), Kai refuses to carry an ID chip anywhere on his person. Levana is dead and gone, and can no longer control him. Kai doesn’t care. It may be irrational, but he never wants to feel like a prisoner in his own home again.
Iko can’t be out of her body. She clings to it, despite how illogical it is, despite the fact that newer, better versions are becoming available to her all the time. Beauty matters less to her now-she’ll gladly accept physical flaws if she can say that they belong to her. Without a physical body she can call her own, Iko finds herself questioning her identity, doubting her humanity… She’ll take a few dull wires over an existential crisis any day.
Cinder has days when she’s scared to speak. She has days when her voice feels like a loaded gun, her finger perpetually caught on the trigger. With her voice, she could control all of the people she loves. She could kill people. She could turn into a tyrant, like her mother, like her aunt. With her voice, she could make a choice, an order, that might hurt people, unleash oppression, or start a war, and to Cinder, that’s even scarier.
They survived a war. They survived being criminals, being leaders, being fugitives, being soldiers, being prisoners. And they are okay, for the most part. They are. But there are some things that stay with you, no matter what. And the survivors are the ones who have to deal with the aftermath.
I honestly do not understand how Julie and the writers can be so okay with Bonnie’s character going seasons after seasons dealing with loss, torment, and hopelessness. What else does she have to endore for them to finally let her character be? When Elena comes back alive and she dies??
They had her grandma die, her mother and father killed, had her and Jeremy take turns dying to save one another, you had her be stuck in the prison world with Kai who hurt her, you had trapped alone in the prison world by herself where she almost KILLED HERSELF, You have her life linked to her “best friend” that if she wakes up at any point Bonnie DIES, you had Damon aka her best friend leave her and made her feel alone, and all the other things Bonnie endured in the 8 seasons of this show. Yet you have the one guy, the only guy that she really loved who was willing to TURN for her, to have a life with her they really did kill him off.
I don’t see how one can be okay with this?? How are they writing these storylines? They must be in their offices like “hmmmm how can we ruin Bonnie’s character this time? 🙃🙃🙃”
It’s disgusting and Bonnie deserves so much more! She deserves Happiness! She deserves Love!
WHY CAN’T THEY JUST LET HER HAVE THAT?!?!
Sometimes her sleep was leaden and dreamless, and she woke from it more tired than when she had closed her eyes. Yet those were the best times, for when she dreamed, she dreamed of Father…Perhaps I will die too, she told herself, and the thought did not seem so terrible to her. (Sansa VI, AGoT)
Some mornings Arya did not want to wake at all. She would huddle beneath her cloak with her eyes squeezed shut and try to will herself back to sleep. If the Hound would only have left her alone, she would have slept all day and all night. And dreamed. That was the best part, the dreaming.
She dreamed of wolves most every night.
(Arya XII, ASoS)
After Ned’s execution Sansa falls into despondency. Sansa cries for days, she doesn’t eat or bathe, she doesn’t leave her room and she even considers killing herself. Her dreams are laden with images of her father’s murder and she prefers her dreamless nights because they give her more peace than her nightmares. Lady is dead, so is Ned. The rest of her family are far away and she’s not sure what’s become of Arya. She’s trapped in a prison of grief and soon enough she’ll realise that the Red Keep is to be her new cage.
This is a contrast to Arya who, although she is also a captive, falls into a different sort of grief after the Red Wedding. She is silent, she feels empty and numb and she doesn’t want to be awake anymore. Her dreams however are filled with wolves. In her dreams she is big, strong, fast and she answers to no one. She has a big pack; a family who would never abandon her and those are really the only moments in which she doesn’t feel alone. Her wolf dreams are a source of strength and a constant reaffirmation of her identity. It doesn’t completely alleviate her emptiness but for a girl in who a big part of her story is survival in the wild, her loyal wolf pack represents that fierce and survivalist energy that she has to adapt to in order to survive.
Joffrey was dead, he was dead, he was dead, dead, dead. Why was she crying, when she wanted to dance? Were they tears of joy? … Robb had died at a wedding feast as well. It was Robb she wept for. (Sansa V, ASoS)
Arya edged farther into the room. Joffrey’s dead. She could almost see him, with his blond curls and his mean smile and his fat soft lips. Joffrey’s dead! She knew it ought to make her happy, but somehow she still felt empty inside. Joffrey was dead, but if Robb was dead too, what did it matter? (Arya VIII, ASoS)
Conflicting feelings arise for both girls at the death of Joffery. Sansa watched him call for her father’s death after he promised her mercy and she was the main recipient of his torment and so she loathes him but she still weeps at his death. She cries because it was a horrible image, Joffery clawing at his throat and tearing at his own skin. She cries too because it also brings up memories of Robb who was also killed at a wedding.
Conversely, Arya still hates Joffery for Ned’s death and she still remembers the part he played in the death of Mycah and Lady. She too thinks she should be happy that he’s dead but in the end it rings hollow because her brother died too.
Both girls still had some naive faith that Robb would storm King’s Landing, kill the monster and that they would finally be safe and be able to go home. None of this came to be and instead Catelyn and Robb ended up in their graves killing any hope either girl had in ever being safe again. They can’t celebrate Joffery’s death because it doesn’t undo every loss and hurt he’s caused them and neither girl is able to reconcile the idea of rejoicing in the death of an enemy when Robb, Catelyn, Ned and Bran and Rickon (or so they believe) lay dead.
Swinging the doll by the legs, he knocked the top off one gatehouse tower and then the other.
It was more than Sansa could stand. “Robert, stop that.” Instead he swung the doll again, and a foot of wall exploded. She grabbed for his hand but she caught the doll instead. There was a loud ripping sound as the thin cloth tore. Suddenly she had the doll’s head, Robert had the legs and body, and the rag-and-sawdust stuffing was spilling in the snow. (Sansa VII, ASoS)
And there was one girl who took to following her, the village elder’s daughter. She was of an age with Arya, but just a child; she cried if she skinned a knee, and carried a stupid cloth doll with her everywhere she went. The doll was made up to look like a man-at-arms, sort of, so the girl called him Ser Soldier and bragged how he kept her safe. “Go away,” Arya told her half a hundred times. “Just leave me be.” She wouldn’t, though, so finally Arya took the doll away from her, ripped it open, and pulled the rag stuffing out of its belly with a finger. “Now he really looks like a soldier!” she said, before she threw the doll in a brook. (Arya XII, ASoS)
This was particularly interesting to me because children taking out their traumas on toys is actually pretty common. Sansa who has seen her father beheaded, accidentally ripping off the head of a doll and Arya who has witnessed all the horrors of wars reenacting a soldier being disemboweled on a doll. I think it’s important to note that while they could have taken their rage out on the children themselves they hurt dolls instead, inanimate objects.
They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They’ve never seen a battle, they’ve never seen a man die, they know nothing. Their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before Joffrey cut her father’s head off. Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them. (Sansa II, ASoS)
A whooping gang of small children went running past, chasing a rolling hoop. Arya stared at them with resentment, remembering the times she’d played at hoops with Bran and Jon and their baby brother Rickon. (Arya V, AGoT)
For Sansa, constantly subjected to torment and abuse and for Arya, starving and scared on the streets of Flea Bottom after fleeing from the Red Keep, they are reminded of the children they used to be and of the childhood they so desperately wish they could regain. From two children who have had their childhoods ripped away from them, and quite cruelly too I might add, we see some natural resentment towards children who are allowed to be just that, children.
Ser Arys offered his arm and she let him lead her from her chamber. If she must have one of the Kingsguard dogging her steps, Sansa preferred that it be him. … Arys Oakheart was courteous, and would talk to her cordially. Once he even objected when Joffrey commanded him to hit her. He did hit her in the end, but not hard as Ser Meryn or Ser Boros might have, and at least he had argued. (Sansa I, ACoK)
She bit her lip. “I—”
He slapped her.
The blow left her cheek stinging, but she knew that she had earned it. “Thank you.” Enough slaps, and she might stop chewing on her lip. (The Ugly Little Girl, ADWD)
They both internalise their abuse in different ways and either way it is very sad. With Sansa believing that Arys is not so bad because he doesn’t hit her as hard as the others. (He is. He could have refused.) And Arya deciding that she deserves to be hit (She doesn’t) in order to learn a lesson. Both reactions are very common in abuse survivors and I don’t think it can be stated enough that both girls have suffered tremendous abuse and trauma and there are actually some similarities in how they deal with the things they’ve faced.
These aren’t all their parallels by a long shot but these are the ones that I don’t see a lot of discussion about.
Arya and Sansa have a complicated relationship and a past full of bullying, resentments and disappointments. When they reunite there is going to be friction, GRRM himself said that they have issues they need to work out and while we can all be certain it won’t be the poorly written disaster that it is in the show, it certainly won’t be easy. But Sansa is still part of Arya’s pack and whatever they have to work through they need each other to succeed or as good ol’ Ned once said:
Sansa is your sister. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you … and I need both of you, gods help me. (Arya II, AGoT)
Character A has recently been arrested and proven guilty, since their assigned lawyer did not have enough evidence to prove them innocent.
Character A is then sent to one of the State Prisons, having to stick up for themselves constantly and prove they are trying to balance out their sins and good deeds. They’re a teeny but on the trusted side, so they help take out the trash and all.
While Character A thought of all the different things that they could go back in time for in the trial and fix if they could, they see an opening.
It’s super rare, being a state prison, and a lot of people would get fired for it. But Character A sees it clear. The fence is not on, and the guard had left for one of the coke machines, and no one was watching. Character A takes advantage of it and escapes.
You’re Actually Bucky’s Sister But You’re Pretending to Be Tony Stark’s Niece? (Part 1/?)
Prompt: Can I request one where the reader is Buckys baby sister that was rescued from cryo and now that she’s recovering well he tells her she needs to attend high school. She throws a fit up until she meets Peter and instantly crushes on him. School becomes more tolerable for her with the cute nerd by her side. - @purplekitten30
A/N: Sorry it took so long! It’s a little different than the request but I hope you like it anyways. This is gonna turn into a series because I like it so much This takes place before and during Civil War and after Homecoming. Since I have no idea what’s going to happen after Homecoming, I’m just going with it. I tried my best and hopefully, this all makes sense. Also, slight spoilers for Homecoming. Tagged for spoilers.
Peter Parker x Reader, words: 2000+, requested?: yes, warning: none
At one point in your life, Y/N had been a prisoner, trapped inside a machine that had frozen you and kept you trapped against her will. The Cryostasis Chamber haunted your nightmares after you were rescued by the Avengers. You were lucky to be reunited with you older brother and he promised to never leave you. HYDRA had used you just like they had used your brother, to do their dirty work. You felt truly sick to your stomach knowing the harm you had caused innocent people, you could never take it back. You had blood on your hands which constantly made you feel unclean. You felt as though you were unworthy of forgiveness and refused to listen to the voice of reason.
Your brother, along with the other members of the Avengers, told you that it wasn’t your fault and you knew it was true. Yet you still felt like you were to blame. If you hadn’t been so weak, if you hadn’t let HYDRA weasel their way into your mind. To this day, you didn’t know how HYDRA had found you and knew about your relation to Bucky. Your past was foggy to her, you could only recall bits and pieces. What was the truth? While your brother was assigned to kill Nick Fury and Captain America, you were stuck in your frozen prison while her brother did HYRDA’s bidding.
You could remember when you were found, Cap had made it his mission when Bucky had told him his sister was still out there. Your brother had been on the run and Steve promised to bring you back. After he had pulled Steve from the cold water and before he ran off, he told him to find you. You knew why he couldn’t do it himself, he feared HYDRA would capture him again. Steve had told you the story of him finding you about a million times but each time became more and more interesting. You owed him so much.
“It took months,” Steve recalls as he tells the group of Avengers in front of him. They had all heard this story before but Y/N wanted to hear it once again. “Once I had gotten there, there wasn’t a soul in sight. It looked to be abandoned for awhile, at least a month or two.” It had made you so upset that you had been left there as if you were nothing. You knew HYDRA hadn’t relied on you as much as they had your brother, he was stronger and better than you. “We flew you out and didn’t unfreeze you until we were in a safe place.”
“Then I tried to kill you,” you laughed despite it being a terrible thing to do.
“It wasn’t really you.” Steve placed his hand on your shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Luckily, with time, we got you out of HYDRA’s mind control. It’s great to have you back, Y/N.” Steve had always been like an older brother to you and you were incredibly thankful for him. You gave him a weak smile but it didn’t reach your eyes. You had hurt so many people and you’d never forgive yourself.
“So,” Tony began, getting up from his chair that the large dining room table. “I have an idea.” Everyone at the table seemed to groan in unison. Tony and his ideas. You rolled your eyes. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s a great idea and it has nothing to do with you guys. Well, besides Y/N.” He placed both his hands on your shoulder and gave them a squeeze, it was your turn to groan. “I was thinking school.”
“What? No! No way!” You protested. It wasn’t that you were terrible at school or anything, but you had better things to do. Besides, you had spent so much time brushing up on all things you had missed in history and tinkered around with Tony in the lab. You had wanted to know as much as you possibly could, you wanted to know all the things you had missed since you had been…asleep. “I have much better things to do than going to school.”
“You’re the one that’s always wanting to learn more about the world you live in,” Tony argued. You knew it was no use putting up a fight but you weren’t going to give in so easily. You’d whine until you couldn’t whine any longer.
“If I’m going to school, give me time to get used to everything, okay? I need time to get used to everything.” How did girls your age dress? How did they talk? How were you going to fit in? “I’ll tell you when I’m ready. Until then, think of me as being homeschooled.”
School had been pushed to the back burner when The Avengers had split into teams and fought against each other. You had been away, studying to join the school that Tony was interested in you going to. If you had been home, you would have been fighting right beside your brother and Steve. It had been so long since you had seen your brother and you missed him dearly. You had heard a lot about the battle and how Steve and Bucky had gone into hiding. Hopes of seeing your brother again were growing slim. Until you received an unaddressed note from your brother waiting on your pillow. He promised to see you once again and wished you good luck in school.
Things had been very tense with you and Tony because of the events that happened months ago. You pushed off going to school that year and opted in going the following year. You had too much on your mind.
A sigh escaped your lips as you made your way across the campus to your new school, Midtown School of Science and Technology. Tony thought it would be the best place for you since you were pretty handy in the lab and picked up things pretty easily, you were like the kid he never had. Things between the two you eased up and he began teaching you everything you wanted to learn and more. “Was that a sigh I heard?” a voice from you watch said. Tony had given you a special watch to help you keep in contact with him whenever you needed him. You lifted your wrist to look at Tony’s face. “I’m nervous, okay? This place is bigger than I thought and I haven’t been to school in-” You were cut off by some flying thing almost crashing into you. Your first instinct was to grab it and destroy it, but you thought against it. Instead, you ducked out of the way. You heard someone yell an apology from the distance but couldn’t tell who it was. “I have to go,” you told Tony as you swiped his face away.
Another sigh left your lips as you gripped the straps of your backpack and entered the building. You had to find the office to get your schedule. When discussing school, you and Tony had agreed that using a fake name would be best. Tony had that he’d deal with everything and to leave it up to him. You were regretting that because you weren’t sure what you were supposed to tell the principal when you entered his office. You gracefully made your way through the crowd, avoiding teenagers from left and right. You still weren’t entirely sure where you were going.
“Um, excuse me,” you stopped in front of a boy who looked to be your age. “I’m looking for the principal’s office. Could you help me?” You gave him your best smile which was met by a smirk. It was then that you knew that you chose the wrong person to ask.
“Yeah, sure,” the boy said, the smirk still plastered on his face. “I’m Flash, by the way.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you so badly wanted to break it. But then he started to walk you towards the office. “Watch out!” he called out to the other students. “New babe coming through!”
You were beyond anger at his comment so when you stopped in front of the office, you threw his arm off your shoulder. “Thanks.” You gripped his hand and gave it a small squeeze, which wasn’t that small of a squeeze when you had super human strength. “Now, don’t ever call me babe again.” A look of pain took over his face and you let go of his hand. “You should probably go to the nurse to get that checked out, get some ice for it.” Without another word, you entered the office.
“Ah! You must be Y/N Stark! Your uncle has told me so much about you,” you were greeted by the school’s principal. “He talked so much about you and how much you excel. I believe this is the best school for you and I hope you agree so too.”
After getting your schedule and leaving the office, you pull Tony’s name up on your watch and dial his number. “Your niece?” you say when you see his face on the screen and before he could even say hello. “I thought this was supposed to be low key. Low key is not being a Stark. That’s high key, very high key.”
“Calm down, Y/N. You needed a guardian to enroll you, you couldn’t just show up and go to class.”
“But couldn’t someone else enroll me? You know, someone who isn’t one of the most well-known billionaires to ever exist.” You noticed people looking at you so you ducked into the girls’ room and made sure it was empty. “I’m not a normal student.”
“You were never normal.”
“That’s not the point, Tony!”
“Now is that any way to talk to your uncle?”
“What’s my backstory? You told them you’re my guardian.”
“Your parents died and I took you in. No one is going to ask, okay? There’s no need to worry.”
“You say that and I’m still worrying.”
Before lunch time, everyone knew who you were. They all knew you were Tony Stark’s niece and everyone wanted to sit with you. All you wanted to do was be normal but instead, you were met with people just wanting to know you because of your relation to Tony Stark. But if they only knew the truth. It felt like sighing was all you had been doing today as another sigh escaped your lips as you looked for a place to sit. Your eyes scanned the crowd of teenagers and almost all eyes seemed to be on you.
You noticed a pair of teens who were in deep conversation with each other and decided those were the people you wanted to sit with. You made your way across the crowded cafeteria, you could feel eyes on you as you walked. You paid no attention to them as you approached the two boys. “Can I sit here?” Now that you were over here, you felt ridiculous. What if they said no? You could always eat alone. It felt as if the whole room was watching you but you just kept looking at the two boys in front of you.
They looked up and both looked shocked that you had asked them if you could sit with them. “Yeah, sure,” the one with black hair and a friendly smile said. “I’m Ned.” You smiled and took a seat in front of them. “This is Peter.”
“Y/N. Y/N Stark,” you greeted.
“Peter knows Tony Stark.”
Your attention turned to the boy who had yet to say a word. You remembered Tony telling you about Spiderman going to your school, that his real name was Peter Parker. “Internship?” you guessed. That’s what Stark had called it. Peter only nodded and turned his attention to the chocolate milk on his tray. When Tony mentioned Peter, you hadn’t thought he’d be so cute. “Tony talks about you a lot. Said you did a great job helping him last year.”
“What all do you know?” Peter looked up from his drink to look at you. He had the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes. He spoke softly so no one around them could hear their conversation.
“That you’re,” you spoke. You stopped to look around before mouthing, “Spiderman.”
“Smart girl,” Ned grinned. “Is it cool being Tony’s niece? How come he’s never talked about you?”
You looked around once again to make sure no one was paying attention to you. “I’m not actually his niece,” you said before biting into a chicken tender. “I’m actually Bucky Barnes’ sister.”
“WHAT?” Ned practically yelled. People seemed to stop what they were doing and look towards your group. Peter slapped his friend’s arm. “Nevermind!” he called out to the cafeteria. People stared for a bit longer before returning to what they had been doing. “Okay, hold up,” he whispered. “Your brother is a criminal! Wait, how old are you? Because he should be hella old along with Captain America. Were you trapped in ice too?”
“You could say that,” you muttered. You weren’t entirely ready to go into detail about your past. “Listen, I don’t think this is the right place to talk about my past.”
“We could go to Peter’s after school,” Ned offered.
“What? Aunt May, remember?” Peter whisper shouted. It had been a couple of months since Aunt May had seen him in his Spiderman costume and she had been beyond angry with him. Peter still couldn’t believe he had managed to talk his way through it all.
“It’ll be fine,” Ned rolled his eyes. “We’ll just say we’re working on a project or something. Helping the new girl catch up on school work. It’ll be a piece of cake.”
“May doesn’t trust me with anything anymore, Ned.” Ned gave his friend a pleading look. “Okay, fine.”
The two them turned back to you, Ned with a smile on his face and Peter with an uneasy look on his. “If we’re doing this, you have to promise me that you will not think any differently of me and that nothing will change your mind about me. Okay? Got it?” The last thing you wanted was for your almost friends to change their mind about you.
To Be Continued….
A/N: I hope you enjoy this. I really wanna know how May reacted to finding out about Peter being Spiderman