series: khr tags: gen, wip, one-sided K27 summary: Tsuna was born a girl. notes: I could give you a full essay rant on the way genderbent Tsuna is potrayed in fanfic
Sawada Tsunayoshi is born a girl and although he is
briefly disappointed, Iemitsu is mostly relieved. A daughter to dote on, he
thinks. Far away from blood and mafia. Pure and innocent. His child.
“My little darling,“ he coos to the baby. “My
tiny, itty-bitty tuna fish!”
The nurse in charge of writing the birth certificates
hesitates over her name. Tsunayoshi,
she mouths, brows furrowed and uncertain. This is a little scandalous, isn’t
it? Out loud, she asks the couple if they are sure. After a minute of their
reply, she writes the characters down, slowly and carefully.
The ink is barely dry when Iemitsu leaves for Italy.
Nana smiles distantly and thinks about nursery room
colors and spinning mobiles.
When a new student from Brooklyn joins the reader’s school, she doesn’t know what is in store for her. He is the epitome of trouble and she finds herself caught in his headlights. The more she resists, the harder it gets. Limits are tested and so is patience. Will she fall for the greaser boy with the bad reputation?
Word count: 1,269
A/N: Here is part 2 of greaser boy and I’m pretty proud of it. I hope I tagged everyone and again if you want to be tagged, just ask and I will gladly do so.
“He did not!” Nike squealed. A smile plastered across her face as you told her about your encounter with Bucky Barnes earlier that day. “I saw him and he looks like quite the catch.”
“He’s probably already forgotten about me,” You mutter. “With girls like Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff roaming the school? I am easily forgettable.”
“I guess you’re right,” She frowned. “But hey! Are you going to Thor’s party tomorrow?”
You shook your head, “I have far better things to do.” You crumpled up the wrapper of your, now gone, granola bar. It was lunch and you only had two periods left. Fifth and sixth. Bucky Barnes was in both of those classes.
“Heads up, Steve Rogers is heading over here,” Nike pulled you out of your thoughts.
“Hey Y/N, Nike,” Steve smiled.
“Hi Steve,” You greeted.
“Did we have homework for Madden?” He asked referring to your shared math class.
“Yes it was the chapter review, questions one through fifteen, page 352,” You answered. “But it’s not due til Monday.”
He seemed to be making a mental note on that, “Thank you, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bye Steve,” You smiled as he walked away. Your eyes flickered down to your hands.
Nike sighed, “That boy is so sweet, he gives me cavities.”
“I’m gonna go,” You stood up and gathered your things. “Bell rings in two minutes.” With your backpack slung over your shoulder, you walked out of the cafeteria.
“Where are you heading to, doll?”
Your head snapped in the direction of Bucky Barnes, who was walking next to you. He looked at you and smiled. Your heart immediately began pumping faster.
You straightened up and raised your head high, “Class.”
“Been looking for you. Turns out, you’re hard to find,” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.
“Didn’t think you’d be searching,” You bluntly reply.
“You kidding me, doll? I said I’d come find you,” He continued.
Now, a bit agitated, you stopped and turned to him, “And here you are. You want a prize or something?”
A look of both surprise and admiration flashed across his face. He smirked and you watched as his tongue brought in his bottom lip before he lightly bit down on it.
“No need to be hostile, doll, it’s just a statement,” He defended.
The grip on your phone tightened a little. You knew you have no reason to be giving him smart-ass comments but he just got you so flustered.
“Do you like the school so far?” You asked instead.
He shrugged, “It’s fine. Really isn’t any different from my school back in Brooklyn.”
“So you really are from Brooklyn,” You mumbled. “Humph.” You didn’t think the information Nike had gotten from Margery was correct.
“I’m guessing you already heard about me before I even got here,” He said.
“There was a rumor going around,” You confessed. “About a troublesome kid from Brooklyn, that got kicked out of his school for getting into a fight.”
He let out a single laugh, “Not bad.”
“So the rumors are true?” You asked.
“Partially,” He paused. “You should’ve seen the other guy.”
You shook your head and rolled your eyes at what he just said.
“I kid,” He added. “It wasn’t really my fault, he threw the first punch, I simply defended myself. That’s not the only reason I moved. My Ma, she wanted a fresh start. Somewhere new.”
“Did you want to leave?” You asked, genially curious.
“Not really, no,” He laughed lightheartedly. “But where she goes, I go.”
You enter the classroom and walk to the back of the room before sitting down in your usual seat. Bucky sat next to you and watched as you got ready for the period. At one point, you looked up and locked eyes with him. You immediately averted your gaze.
The class was now beginning to fill up. Some students walked into the classroom clutching paper bags with various fast food logos plastered on them. Bucky leaned back in his seat and drummed his fingers on the desk. You hadn’t noticed before, but now that you were this close to him, you realized that he smelled reallygood. It was a mix of smoke, clean laundry, and cologne. It all managed to mend together perfectly, which was quite surprising.
He remained quiet for the rest of the period. Which you were grateful for because this class needed your full and undivided attention.
The bell was about to ring and you were writing down the homework that was assigned. Bucky stood up from his chair. You expected him to leave, instead, he remained in his spot. After packing your stuff up, you grabbed your backpack and stood up.
“I’ll walk you to your next class,” He said.
You weren’t used to attention from the opposite sex. Now suddenly, here comes Bucky, calling you ‘doll’ and saying that he’d walk you to your next class. It made you nervous, yet it also made your heart flutter.
“Actually,” You intervened. “Surprise, we have the next class together as well.”
A smile broke out on his face and ohmygod, you next got tired of it. “Then we should get going.”
You tried your best not to look at Bucky from the corner of your eye. He held himself together with such confidence that it was almost cocky. He walked in a cool and collected way. Like he was walking up to a stand to receive a trophy.
The students, especially the girls, were eyeing Bucky as if he were a brand new toy. You hugged yourself, knowing that they wouldn’t even give you a second glance. Continuing down the crowded hall, you led Bucky to the next class.
“Nearly lost you there, doll,” He said once he caught up with you.
Instead of saying something to him, you simply walked into your next class and sat at your seat. There was a seating chart so you didn’t have to worry about Bucky sitting next to you. You told him to get instructions from Ms. Blackwood. He did and strolled up to her desk. He introduced himself and she assigned him to an empty seat that was two rows away from yours.
As he walked past you, he winked. You hunched over your desk and gripped the sides of the wood. You inhaled sharply and did your best to keep it cool. You couldn’t wait for this day to be over.
Even though Bucky was far from you, you still felt his burning gaze in the back of your head. It was infuriating because you couldn’t think straight the rest of the class.
As if on cue, Bucky leaned against your desk. He looked down at you and smiled. “Do you have a ride after school? Or do you have your own car?”
“I have a ride, thank you,” You replied.
Bucky walked with you towards the school parking lot. You spotted Nike across the lot. She was smiling widely and giving you a thumbs up. Bucky unlocked his car, a beautiful jet black, 1971 Dodge Challenger.
“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked and rested his arms on the car door.
“Looks like it, Barnes. I suppose you’ll come find me if you don’t see me,” You said.
He smiled, “You already know, doll.”
You turned on your heel and walked across the lot. Before you even reached her car, Nike was already clutching onto you. She was nearly screaming in delight and demanded to know every single detail of your second encounter with Bucky Barnes.
Request: Requested by @the-depressed-fangirl: 3(final one, promise) Peggy x reader + modern
au The reader is friends with Angelica, and she introduces her to peggy. It’s
just love at first sight and it’s painfully obvious. Peggy starts talking to
the reader, but they only respond with stutters.
anonymous: Please do a peggy x fem!reader
pleaseeeeeeee let it be fluffffffffff
A/N: Hey this is my first Peggy fic! (notice how I shamelessly
quote satisfied/helpless because I mean the opportunity was right there)
Angelica strode through her home, with you in tow.
“Where are we going?” You wondered, following her confident
“You never met my sister.” She commented. You tried to catch
up to her, to no avail.
“Yes I have. Eliza.” You finally were able to walk beside
Angelica, facing her.
“I have two sisters.” She stopped in front of a door,
knocking. “Peggy, you in there?” She called.
“Yeah, one sec!” An unfamiliar voice replied. The door
unlocked, revealing a beautiful girl.
“Hey.” She smiled, greeting you.
“H-H-Hi.” You stuttered, cringing at your words.
“I’ll leave you to it!” She abandoned you in your time of
“I’m Peggy.” She extended her arm, which you took
“Y-Y/N.” She giggled, which you realized was the most
beautiful sound you’d ever heard.
“That’s a nice name.” Peggy complimented. You felt your
cheeks burn a bright red.
“Y-Your name is n-nice too.” You mentally slapped yourself,
and all you wanted was to crawl in a hole and never come back out.
“Thank you.” She smiled. “Well, I’m going to go get coffee.
Do you want to come?” She offered.
“O-Oh sure!” The two of you walked out of the building to
the nearby coffee shop. You ordered, each of you paying for your own drink.
You and Peggy slid into the booth seats, before she started
“So you’re friends with Angie right?” She asked. You were
jealous of how casual she was able to me when you were a nervous wreck.
“Yeah. Um, and Eliza.” You laughed, trying to ignore the
rising blush that made its way onto your face.
“Right.” She responded, taking a sip of her coffee.
There was a long, silent pause before Angelica entered the
small shop. She saw the both of you, quickly taking a seat beside you.
“Hey!” She greeted cheerily. You were about to respond, when
you saw the knowing look she was giving you.
It was a look that purely read: You’re in love with her.
You responded with your best: Don’t you dare say anything look.
“You guys ok?” Peggy interrupted, and Angelica smirked at
you before responding.
“Yeah, Y/N’s just a little helpless.” You groaned as Angelica nudged you playfully.
“Oh who with?” Peggy leaned forward over the table, resting
her head on her hand.
“Angelica.” You warned. However, she waved you off.
“Well, she happens to like a certain girl…” Angelica
started. You were oblivious to the small look of hope at Peggy finding out your
sexuality. “And she’s only known that certain girl for a few hours.”
Your face had never been this hot. You tried to hide your embarrassment
in your hood.
“Just tell me her name!” Peggy exclaimed jokingly.
“Her name is…” You shot Angelica a desperate don’t you dare expression. “Her name is
That was when you experienced the most tense silence in your
“Me?” Peggy whispered.
“Oh I know you Peggy, don’t act like you don’t have a crush
on Y/N.” Both of you blushed a deep red, going silent.
“Ange-” You tried, but she stopped you.
“I’m going to leave you two, and you better have each other’s
number before I get back.” She stood up, and exited.
“We should probably listen to her.” Peggy said, taking out
“Yeah.” You mumbled, taking out your own.
She handed you her phone, and you handed her yours. You each
typed in your numbers, and handed the phone back.
“Ok, I really have to go, but I’ll text you ok?” Peggy got
up, and waved goodbye.
You got home, sighing heavily.
Your phone buzzed, and you pulled out your phone from your
is a strong leader, is courageous, is beautiful, unlocks new incredible powers, re-evaluates her belief system when necessary, knows when to apologise, loves her friends unconditionally and considers them family, had to hold off mourning the genocide of her people, has cute pet mice
BUT SHE WAS RACIST TO KEITH FOR FIVE MINUTES OF ONE EPISODE!!! I HATE HER!!!
Request: Hi! [I love your one shots btw] If you have time, can you please write one where you’re a shy, but you know happy and kind girl and you meet Dean and Sam at a bar and you become friends. But then you like Dean more, and more but you don’t know how to tell him because you’re shy and you don’t know how to act around him. But then Dean thinks it’s cute that you’re shy an he figure out that you like him so he talks to you and then you like, fall in love <3Flufffffff :]
Request: Love your writing!You do a Dean/ reader one Where the reader is a badass hunter and she and Sam and Dean just finished big hunt and decide to go to circus and Dean wins her a giant stuffes toy thing at ome of those impossible carnaval rather games and reader hates/ fears clowns. They go on roller coasters and eat fair food. Something romantic and cute. We need more happy Winchesters and such.
Note: You’re Charles’ girlfriend and after discovering that you have powers in telepathy too, Charles agrees to help train you but you’re not as confident about it as he is.
Requested by: Anon requested, “Sure it looks safe but watch what happens when I do this.”
“I don’t know about this Charles…” you said as you reluctantly trailed after him down the hallway.
“You wanted me to train you, Y/N and that’s what I’m going to do,” he said cheerfully.
You turned the corner and as you approached the large metal door, Charles pushed his wheelchair slightly more forward for the retinal scan.
As the doors opened, you felt your heart rate start to quicken. You never actually seen Cerebro in action before, and now you were going to be the one to operate it.
“I believe in you, love,”you heard Charles’ voice in your head.
“You have to say that, this was your stupid idea in the first place,”you said back to him, relaying your message telepathically as he had done to you.
“Stupid?” Charles scoffed, “I’ve not seen someone with potential like yours in long while, Y/N. If it’s stupid to want to help you unlock that beautiful mind of yours then so be it,” he laughed.
You groaned, “Fine, but if I die I’m going to kill you.”
“You’re going to be alright, Y/N,” Charles chuckled, moving his wheelchair slightly backwards from the control panels as he helped you put on the headset, “Besides, I’m right here, I won’t let anything happen to you… Press this when you’re ready.”
You nodded, “Okay, okay. Let’s just get this over with,” you shut your eyes, preparing for the worst.
“Y/N, it’s perfectly safe, honestly,” Charles reassured you once again.
“Sure it looks safe, but watch what happens when I do this,” you said, switching Cerebro on.
The room suddenly went dark before erupting into a brilliant flash of blue and red that you quickly realised was a large scale map of the world.
“Now, think of someone… Or something,” Charles instructed you.
Without thinking, your mind went straight to Charles and you soon found his image to appear before you.
He laughed, “That’s wonderful, darling, it really is. But, try and think of someone else– someone that’s not in this room,” he added for good measure.
“Okay…” you said, preoccupied as you scanned your eyes around the image. What would you think of? Or who? Your mind was racing as you tried to think of one single thing to focus your attention on.
“Y/N…” you heard Charles caution you, but you were only half listening. There was just so much to decide from, you could feel a connection to everyone. To everything.You could even smell… Something burning?“
"Y/N!” You heard Charles’ voice again and a small spark from the control panel suddenly made you jump, falling backwards onto Charles.
His arms immediately wrapped around you to ease your fall as you rested against him, “What the hell was that?!”
“It short circuited, nothing to worry about it really,” Charles explained as he removed the headpiece from you and placed it back on the control panel. He took your hand and kissed it softly, sensing how anxious you were.
“Is it broken? Oh, Charles did I break your–”
“Y/N, it’s fine,” Charles assured you, half laughing, “I think your brain was having a bit of a sensory overload. Cerebro isn’t used to that with me, that’s all.”
You sighed, burying your head in your hands, “I knew this was a bad idea, I’m so sorry.”
Charles lifted your head out of your hands gently and raised your chin so that you were facing him.
“Don’t you dare apologise to me, Y/N. I was half expecting it to spark like that with you anyway. If anything, it shows you how much potential you have.”
“Potential to mess up your technology, you mean?
"No, no, of course not,” Charles said quickly, “You’re a curious little thing, Y/N. I told you, from what I’ve seen of it, your mind is beautiful… Cerebro just isn’t accustomed to that sort inquisitiveness with me anymore because I’m so used to using it.”
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better about nearly breaking it,” you crossed your arms.
He shrugged, “So what if I am?” Charles reached up to kiss your forehead, “I told you, I believe in you, darling, and I won’t stop until you start to believe in yourself too.”
Requested: nah Warnings: swearing A/N: This is for @felicityash’s and @pretendtobepunkrock’s breakup!5sos blurb night. This is poorly written and long af but I hope you like it :-) fuckboy!calum is pretty hot ngl, this is pretty much based on Fireproof by Against The Current and Grown by Little Mix. Italics = flashback.
He was my everything. He was my best friend, he was my boyfriend, he’s the one that I thought to be my soulmate, he’s the one that I visualised a future with… But I wasn’t enough, he wanted more, he wanted someone better, but too bad that he didn’t know I was thing he ever had.
“Hey baby,” I wrap my arms around him as he steps into our shared apartment. Prying my arms off me, he storms into our bedroom without a word. “What the- Calum!” I call out, steppin into the room. “What the fuck do you want?!” He exclaims. “Why you so pissed, you’ve never been like this?” I exclaim. “I-Is it school, the exams, work? What is it Calum? Talk to me instead of being-” “You’re my problem,” he bluntly shouts at me, no regret on his face from the words that he’s just told me. “Look Y/N, you’re a sweet girl, you’re beautiful, you’re great, but you don’t even act like you’re 19, it feels like I’m dating a 15 year old and not only is it embarrassing but it’s unfair on me.” This was happening all so fast, first he storms into the house - and he’s never done that, ever - now he blurts out that I’m practically a kid. “How the fuck am-” “I don’t Y/N, you’re just childlike and you expect me to baby you all the time, you expect me to care for you all the time and expect me to do everything you need.” Not only did he call me a 15 year old, but he’s practically calling me a toddler now. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I scoff. “Is this your excuse to break up with me?” This isn’t like Calum, and this isn’t Calum’s decision, I mean after a year of dating and we even moved in together, all of a sudden he decides this? “It’s not an excuse if it’s a valid point Y/N.” “No, it’s because your friends chat shit about me and you all of a sudden agree, isn’t it?” I ask, his mouth telling me ‘no’ but his eyes telling me ‘yes’. “It’s your own fault Y/N, I tried to overlook-” “You had a full year you asshole! You had a year and months and days after that year! We moved in together! I left my parents house to fucking live with you! I moved schools to come live with you because my old one was far from here! And you told me you loved me! Now all of a sudden I’m 'childish’ and you don’t want to be with me anymore?” I shout at him, not giving a shit about his feelings. “Who the fuck do you think are?” “See! These are things you do Y/N! You’re throwing a tantrum over such a small thing!” “You are breaking up with me over nothing, dickhead,” I glare at him, my fists balling up as the rage build up. How is he throwing this all in my face as if it’s something simple? At least ease me into it or something, what the hell? “Don’t expect me to be fine this.” “Well, learn to be fine with it.” He terminates the conversation, barging past me and leaving the room. I hear the door of the apartment slam. Words can’t explain how shocked, surprised, upset and angry I was right now. How does someone walk out like that all of a sudden?
2 years later and you’ll find that I no longer think or dwell about Calum. We haven’t come into any type of contact in the past. I had gotten awfully close to a boy called Luke who once knew Calum. The two had went to primary school together, but when it got to high school they went their separate ways and never saw each other again. I had told Luke about Calum during our first date by accident, but then again he questioned about my past love life and Calum was my only answer to that question and that’s basically how I found out that Luke knew Calum. Small world I guess.
This was my 4th date with Luke, we are at some club that had recently opened and he thought it’d be fun to go on something aside from restaurants and parks. “I’m gonna get us drink, yeah?” I suggest over the loud music, he responds with a nod, his eyes falling to my lips as he leans in closer. I reel him in closer - just to tease him - but I stop him as soon as I feel any contact with his on mine. My finger is pressed against his lip, leaning back so he doesn’t go any farther whilst my finger separates his lips from mine. “It’s not going to be that easy Luke,” I smile at him, a smirk growing on his face. “I understand, but I will break down those walls Y/N.” He smiles back, accepting that I won’t kiss him just yet. “I’m gonna go get the drinks.” I remind him, walking over to the bar but making sure he has a good view to look at from my backside. It’s like I can feel his eyes on my ass, turning to look out the corner of my eye, I see that I’m correct.
“Can I please get the best cocktail you have, and make it two.” I order from the bartender, the man sending me a nod before turning to begin on making our surprise drinks. Leaning against the counter, I pull out my phone to occupy the time, but a voice interrupts me as I attempt to unlock my phone. “Hey beautiful, did you-” The man pauses as I look up to him, both our faces filled with shock and confusion. “Y-Y/N?” He questions, almost as if he doesn’t believe it’s me, idiot. “No, I’m her twin.” I scoff. “I think I’d still choose you,” [a/n: yeah, I made a work reference] he smirks, his eyes raking up and down my body that’s tightly wrapped with an LBD. Standing up straight, I fold my arms over my chest and look at the man that I was once in love with. “I miss you babygirl, I miss the way you-” “No you don’t,” I cut him off, laughing in his face in mockery. We never spoke for the past 2 years since he broke up with me now he thinks he can get a hold of me just like the, gimme a break. “I don’t need you or your company Calum.” I affirm. “If you didn’t want or need my company you would’ve been gone by now.” He smirks, biting his lip. It’s funny how the tables have turned, because I was the one who was apparently childish and now he’s become a 17 year old wannabe fuckboy. “Do one Hood.” I truly wish the drinks would hurry up.
“Look Y/N,” his cocky appearance and attitude suddenly disappears. “I really do miss you, I miss us, and I’m sorry for fuckig up.” “How is it from one minute you try get me in your bed and now all of a sudden you want to literally be with me? Make up your fucking mind Calum!” I exclaim, prepared to kick him for toying with me. In no way am I going to participate in this shitty games of his. “Y/N, I was a kid and I was-” “Stupid as fuck, you can’t get with me now just cuz I’m grown, okay. You don’t get to leave me then come back to me once I’ve changed,” I affirm. “I was so in love with you Calum,” I was mesmerised with all that he had done, all that he said, everything. Calum took advantage of my innocence back then, he didn’t realise that he was playing with fire. He didn’t realise that when you play with fire it all goes up in smoke.
“I know that you have a girlfriend Calum,” I confess, his eyes wide with shock. He opens his mouth to speak but no words came out. “I don’t know what makes you think that you’re sly and cunning, because believe that you’re not.” “She isn’t my girlfriend anymore, we broke up! I promise.” “You promised that you’d love me no matter what,” I remind him. “Don’t forget that Calum.” “Please, just let me explain this but not here.” “No.” I affirm, his eyes pleading for an answer. “You’re my worst mistake Calum Hood, you have no idea how much it hurt when you left me. I hope you feel the pain that I felt,” I say through gritted teeth, trying to refrain from causing such a huge scene especially when Luke is only a couple feet away. “I hope your hands burn whenever you touch another girl, I hope that she hurts you the way you hurt me so you know the pain I felt.” “Don’t say that.” “You lit the fuse and thought that I’d get burnt,” I humourlessly chuckle. “I watched your flames rise,” I pause. “Y/N, I want a second chance, at least let me talk things out properly.” “You don’t get a second chance, you played with a heart that’s fireproof.”
“We need a nurse in Room 184B.” A receptionist shouted from behind her desk frantically. You grabbed your stethoscope off of the counter where you were overlooking charts and volunteered to check on the patient.
You rushed down the hallway and made your way through the first door on the right. There was a middle aged man in the bed, vomiting up his dinner from that night. You sighed with relief that the situation wasn’t as serious as the ditsy receptionist made it out to be. The man was not in critical condition, but simply ill.
“How are we doing Mr. Curtis?” You asked the least liked question. He looked up at you, rolled his eyes, and began vomiting once again.
“Does my spewing chunks not give away the fact that I’m doing pretty shitty?” He sneered once he mustered the strength to look up from the bucket and glare at you.
“It wasn’t meant to be taken that serious, sir. I’m sorry.” You kept your voice down, though you felt anger building inside of you; the ungrateful man.
“Stupid nurse.” He mumbled with his head tilted down towards the bucket again. “Where’s the doctor? You know, the guy who actually knows what he’s doing.”
“He’ll be right in.” You took a deep breath before approaching him to do a quick evaluation of him before the doctor came in. Surely you hadn’t spent years in school studying medicine and the human body to be treated as if you were a moron.
You made a mental note of the man’s health and jotted a few things down on the clipboard at the end of his bed as the doctor finally arrived. Once you looked up, you felt your heart rate increase at who was walking into the room.
emily!!i don't know if this is a weird ask,but i've read boo and i'm generally v dissatisfied so maybe that's why i still struggle to like piper mclean, cause most of her best arcs happen in the book i dislike??i read your mbti and i UNDERSTAND why she's like this, and i don't skew her characters in a bad way in fics. i want to like her, how do i get over this, lmao
how do you get over this. um, i’ll tell you how i did, i guess?
embrace that she’s immature. embrace that she’s a brat. she’s selfish, she’s whiny, she’s clueless. people will tell you it’s wrong to say that—some people will even tell you it’s #problematic but trust me, it’s not. people tend to attack when they see people “hating” on characters.
but here’s the thing: piper has flaws. ugly flaws. flaws that make her unlikable to some people. acknowledging that doesn’t mean you have to hate her, it doesn’t make it character hate—it’s just pointing out that the character was crafted and literally written to have these specific flaws.
and then recognize that it’s really refreshing to have a three-dimensional young girl of a character with these flaws. most teenage girl protagonists are literally perfect, except for the fact that they’re ~~clumsy~~ or ~~shy~~. i’m not saying that you can’t write a great female character who is clumsy and shy, i’m just saying that it usually becomes an issue, particularly in YA, because there is literally no substance to the rest of the character, and then these “flaws” are coincidentally dropped when they become inconvenient: “ohh, she might be shy and awkward, but she’ll be able to flawlessly seduce two beautiful men who will contest for her heart” “she has bad people skills and looks awkward all the time, but don’t underestimate her ability to become the leader of the entire country”. this trope can be handled well, but that’s not typical. katniss is a great example of how to write this trope well, bella swan, tris prior, and clary fray are great examples of how to write this trope really badly.
but piper. piper’s flaws aren’t endearing. they’re not cutesy. they’re a real issue. and her character arc is literally about realizing that these flaws need to be addressed, and learning how to address them. that’s fucking revolutionary—a young girl character who goes, “my behavior is wrong, i need to learn how to fix it” is fucking…. that’s like…..IM AMAZED.
not to mention that piper is an exact subversion of one of the worst tropes in all fiction—the one where the girl isn’t ~~classically beautiful~~ except that she’s white and conventionally attractive and everyone is drooling over her all the time. piper is cherokee, she braids her hair traditionally and wears feathers in it. she’s proud of her culture. she doesn’t conform to euro-centric beauty standards. her skin is brown. and, her arc is the literal exact opposite—rather than discovering how to unlock her ~~~natural feminine beauty~~~, piper starts off the series being beautiful, and she knows it. she’s well aware that she’s stunning. and she makes a conscious, deliberate decision not to embrace that, because she doesn’t care. in the beginning, it comes because the attention makes her feel uncomfortable, so she tries to hide. but by the end of TLH, she’s not hiding anymore, she just genuinely doesn’t care. she goes, “fuck your beauty standards, i’m wearing cherokee braids and a ratty hello kitty shirt, because GUESS WHAT, my face and my body is not the most important thing about me and nothing you say can make me care about it. i know i’m beautiful, but i’m also worth way more than my face, and you’ll never fucking take that away from me.”