#sloanepearson

💣 for a stress headcanon

Ben’s calm and collected facade only begins to falter when he reaches a breaking point of keeping everything bottled up for too long, like it did in October. There are a few small tell-tale signs that can give away that he is stressing out before he reaches this point, however. First, he’ll be prone to rubbing the scar on his forehead or biting his lip. Second, he’ll pick up new or get back into old hobbies out of nowhere so he can keep his mind off of what he is doing. Third, he won’t stay still except when he stops to talk someone; he’ll have his hands clasped together then and actively making sure he’s not too fidgety since he knows it would be a give away. 

😡 for an anger headcanon

It takes a lot to make Ben angry, even more to make him show his anger. Whenever he feels himself becoming aggravated, he’ll simply remove himself from the situation before it can escalate. Ben can count on one hand how many times he’s gotten so furious that he could not contain it and started a fight, a few of which escalated to being physical.

💕 for a love headcanon

🥇 = a supportive text

🌊 = a sad text

[ to: Sloane | April 19th, 7:58 am | UNSENT ]

Next time you’re in town, I’d like to have a reading. After our talk today, I feel a bit... To be honest Sloane, the thought of the cards bringing me face to face with something I didn’t want to confront just made me anxious. But you make it seem less overwhelming than I picture it in my head. That’s a bad place to be sometimes.

Plus, I think I’ve put it off long enough, right? 

[ to: Sloane | April 20th, 12:00 pm | UNSENT ]

Of course I’ll sign your petition! We need to do all we can to make sure that the local businesses can still thrive. If you and Alex need any help with it, let me know.

[ to: Sloane | May 27th, 8:00 pm | UNSENT ]

I’m pretty sure fighting you on not having to pay me back would be pointless. I doubt you would yield. Just promise me you’ll try not to rush with it. And count all the tea you give me during our talks towards paying me back!

And I promise I didn’t talk Felix down on giving you a special deal because we’re friends. Figured you might have considered that since you couldn’t understand what I was saying. He’s just a good guy like that. If you ever have auto problems, he’ll help. And so will I.

[ to: Sloane | June 27th, 2:00 pm | UNSENT ]

New York is a long drive from Boston, but if you need anything, I can send one of my cousins to help. They’d be willing to help, I promise. Or if you get a chance to go up there, my uncle has a pizza shop in the city. It’ll be on the house. You’re part of my family here, so you could get the family discount there!

[ to: Sloane | July 17th, 6:30 am | UNSENT ]

I’ve lived here for five years, but this is the first time I’m actually staying in town for my birthday. That’s weird isn’t it? It feels weird. It just became a sort of tradition for me to go to Zuzu city to celebrate it.

Went for a jog this morning through the woods to clear my head. Part of me was hoping that you’d be there by some miracle. But you’re still out east. Sometimes I wonder if I should move back to New York. Not because I miss the city. Just miss feeling like

[ to: Sloane | August 12th, 3:30 pm ]

My aunt sent me some tea back in July and there’s a few that I think you might enjoy. I could bring them by tonight. Or tomorrow if you’d prefer. Since you just got back, I figured you might want some time alone. Just let me know!

I need to leave.

They pace back and forth in their bedroom, looking at the bus hours on their phone. Sure, they could take the bus to Zuzu City, but then they’d have to find out how to get from there to DC. How much money would that take? Maybe they could just find a place to stay in Zuzu for a little while. No, that’s still too close. I need to go home. They pace and pace, then sit on the edge of their bed and run their hands through their hair, then stare at the contacts in their phone, trying to guess who might not hate them yet. Eventually, they land on Sloane’s number.

finley: hey

finley: do u know if ur going on one of ur trips soon?

finley: i need a ride somewhere

They wait a bit, heart stammering in their chest before they add:

😶 - Quietly lean against my muse

they’re at the saloon, it’s a slow night and malia has drank quite a bit and is a little sleepy. it’s not often that sloane and malia hang out but fae just happened to be here when malia came in. they had a couple of drinks together, malia not really talking but listening to sloane talk about what faer been up to lately. it was nice for malia just to listen. malia can’t remember the last time she just listened to someone talk without feeling the need to say something back. but she smiled, nodding her head along to the conversation which was easy and light. malia could use easy and light after the couple of months she had been having. 

it’s nearing last call and malia asks for a water and pays for both their tabs and she walks sloane out the door. it’s not like malia ask for sloane to stay for a bit, but malia wants to smoke and she needs to sit, be out in the cold air for a bit to sober up so she could walk home, and sloane being the nice person faer is does. stay with malia. 

“it’s been a long winter,” malia says, tapping the ash off of the cigarette. “i’m excited for warmer weather. i need spring.” 

malia rests her head against sloane’s shoulder. she doesn’t know why she does it. malia is not a physical person by nature, that was her mom’s thing. malia can’t remember the last time she really initiated any sort of intimacy. and she supposes this could be an intimate moment between friends but right now it just felt like a weird lifeline, if for a moment, of needing someone there. 

“sorry.” malia says, stabbing the butt of the cigarette onto the pavement. “and thank you.” malia reaches out to squeeze fae’s hand.