ArchieMcRichie

Physical Quirks ❖ Cracks their knuckles when thinking. ❖ Tilts their head too far when listening, like a curious bird. ❖ Always rolls up their sleeves; even when it’s freezing. ❖ Bites the inside of their cheek instead of nails. ❖ Writes with their non-dominant hand for notes/doodles. ❖ Compulsively counts stairs, tiles, or ceiling beams. ❖ Uses hand gestures way too big for the conversation. ❖ Stares just past someone’s shoulder instead of at their face. ❖ Always needs to fiddle with coins, rings, or a pen cap.

Speech/Language Quirks ❖ Uses outdated slang like it never went out of style. ❖ Slips into another language for swears or exclamations. ❖ Repeats the last word of someone else’s sentence under their breath. ❖ Adds a little whistle or hum between phrases. ❖ Ends most sentences as questions, even when they’re not. ❖ Misquotes famous sayings but insists they’re right. ❖ Can’t resist giving everything and everyone a nickname. ❖ Stutters only on words starting with the same letter as their name.

Behavioral Quirks ❖ Always chooses the same seat in any room. ❖ Eats one food at a time, in strict order, never mixing. ❖ Picks up random objects (salt shakers, paperclips) and rearranges them neatly. ❖ Never steps on cracks, lines, or patterned tiles. ❖ Hoards receipts, tickets, or fortunes from cookies. ❖ Stares at light bulbs until their eyes water. ❖ Reads the last page of a book first. ❖ Never finishes a drink—always leaves the last sip.

Psychological/Emotional Quirks ❖ Laughs during tense or uncomfortable silences. ❖ Refuses to say “goodbye”—always changes it to “see you.” ❖ Finds comfort in exact routines (same breakfast, same route). ❖ Talks to inanimate objects as though they’ll answer. ❖ Gets unreasonably angry at minor inconveniences (a pen running out, a sock slipping). ❖ Collects bizarre little “lucky” items like bottle caps or broken charms. ❖ Panics if they don’t have something in their hands. ❖ Over-apologizes, even when clearly not at fault.

EDIT: Before you share this saying 'oh this is just a list of things neurodivergent/autistic people do' let me stop you right here.

Context exists.

Check out this other post 👉 ☕️ Character Quirks (Now with Context, Since Apparently We Needed That)

I have ADHD. My brother’s autistic. I fucking get it. But as a writer—and as a human—I also know that half the things y’all are labeling “neurodivergent traits” are just people being people. One behavior can wear a hundred different reasons. That’s called context, not coding.

A little thing I wrote after seeing @jellojolteon​ AMAZING art. I promised I wouldn’t write anything. But here I am. Writing. For this. Fan art. That I love. So freaking. Much. 

Enjoy this little drabble!! (also listen to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5PfSGBO3Ic while reading) 

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He growled, smacking the boiler. “C’mon c’mon,” he muttered. He needed it to work. It was the key part of his plan. He was going to fill the building above (where a meeting was being held) with a toxic gas that would cause hallucinations, and unveil the CEO as the scum he was. 

But without the boiler he could kiss that paycheck goodbye. He smacked it one last time and let out a whoop as it started. 

He grinned at the gritty ceiling, try and stop him now. 

“Deku.” He wilted. 

Fuck. 

He plastered a smile on his face, trying to ignore the flutter of his heart or the tinge of excitement he felt. “Oh, Uravity. Nice of you to float by. Do you need something pinky?” He asked, knowing the name grinded on her nerves. 

“I’m here to stop you.”

He laughed. “Of course you are.” Her eyes flashed, seeming to glow in the dim lighting. They read of pain and hurt. He let himself smirk. 

He enjoyed the thrill of fighting her. It was some sort of poison. It was toxic, but thrilling and exhilarating. He loved the thrill of the danger. She forced out a laugh. “Well what else would I be here for?” She barked. 

His smirk turned wolfish. “A kiss from me? Maybe more?” He purred. He enjoyed teasing her. 

She snorted. “How about I kick your ass? That sounds more fun,” she growled. He mocked hurt. It was a little too real for his taste. 

“Ouch Uravity. Can’t have a little bit of fun?”

“There are innocent people you are going to hurt!”

His eyes flashed with his anger, she stepped forward, he blocked the boiler with his body. “And?” He snapped. “Those ‘innocent’ people have hurt more than I have.”

She growled, stalking forward. Her heels clacked against the cement, making his skin erupt into goosebumps. “What’s your point, you hurt people. And those upstairs are more than business men and women.”

He grinned. “I know.”

She got close enough for him to reach out and touch her. He ignored the urge to do so. Her skin looked soft under the glow of the controls. But she was mad. 

He snapped himself out of his thoughts, she brushed a finger along the seams of his jacket. His lips were parted in a breathless gasp. Her hands gripped the fabric tight as she pulled him off the controls, nose so close to his. 

“I hate you,” she growled. 

He smiled. “I know.”

She was toxic. It wasn’t right. They were on different sides of the law. 

But it was the rush of feelings and heat that kept him still. 

He was slipping under. 

Her lips turned into a sneer. “You are going to prison.”

“If you can get me there,” he whispered. She let out a growl of exasperation. 

“I will.”

His eyes darted to her lips. He had never been close enough to kiss a hero before. 

Let along one he was in love with. 

She caught his gaze, and growled again. “Don’t even.” He let himself smile again, eyes flicking up to meet hers again. Her hands tightened. He licked his lips, eyes darting back down to hers again. Who knew a hero could be so…amazing.

“You’re amazing, you know,” he whispered. She blanched, but caught herself again.

“Flattery gets you nowhere,” she gasped. He didn’t miss the red glowing against her cheeks. She was beautiful. Full of hatred for him. 

So toxic. 

He kept his gaze on her mouth, she pursed her lips. He wondered how he fell so low. 

A beep went off, they both moved. Him to protect it, her to turn it off. 

A stolen glance, and she smashed her mouth on his. 

He froze, her hand shifted to turn the machine off. He moved, holding that arm, lacing their fingers, being careful not to touch all five. She growled against him, shifting to turn everything off and keep him pinned. The taste of her lips sent him on a ride of emotions. 

He was slipping under again. 

But it was a different slip. 

He kissed her back, trying to block her from turning everything off. 

She let go, pushing him away, turning off the boiler. Foiling his plan.

He didn’t…he didn’t seem to mind though. She growled, spinning to look at him. He was frozen, pressed against his own machine. 

“I hate you,” she whispered. “I hate you! I hate you!”

“I love you,” he replied. She froze, and then screamed.

She yanked his jacket again, slamming him into the boiler. Her eyes were seething. But there was something else in them. “I hate you so much,” she whispered, pressing another angry kiss on his lips. 

She pushed again, and stomped off. “You have an hour to get away before I come after you. With backup,” she said, shooting him a look over her shoulder. 

He didn’t move. She scoffed, walking off. 

When she was out of sight, he pressed a finger to his mouth. 

So toxic. 

He was slipping under. 

That gaze, passion, kiss. He was addicted to her. So toxic. So…infatuating. 

He loved her.