#i’m not special here. i’m sure there were a hundred teenage girls writing the exact same fic

[mylittleredgirl]

every time i see one of those posts about how fans can’t send their headcanons or fics to professional writers because then they can never use those ideas, i think about going back in time just long enough to tell teen me to fold up my “scully gets pregnant with a magical baby and it might be mulder’s baby or it might be an alien and we just don’t know” fic, put it in an envelope, and address it to chris carter. could have saved us all a lot of trouble

[artificialqueens]

Kids Have Terrible Timing (Biadore) - Sarcastacnt

Summary; One of Roy and Danny’s two daughters has a tendency to get over excited at the smallest things and at the worst possible time for her fathers.

“We can always return her right?”

“See, this is what happens when we trust your genes. Let’s take a second to notice how the spawn with my genes is basically a Saint compared to her sister.”

Danny pulled a face and whacked Roy with a pillow. “Not what you said when she ruin, how many of your gowns was it again? 9?”

“It was 15 and you know it.” Roy grumbled still puzzled at how the then five year old Sabrina had gotten a hold of the gowns, let alone figured out how to work his sewing machine. Something that still eluded Danny.

“Let’s just agree that they’re both evil in their own special ways.” Danny offered, trying desperately not to laugh at the pained expression on Roy’s face.

Roy snorted, “Not much longer until they go through puberty. That’s when we cash in all those offers to babysit from Shane.”

Danny groaned and flopped down dramatically against the bed. “Two teenage girls in one house. What the fuck were we thinking?”

Roy shrugged, “Probably that at least one of them would be a boy.”

Danny laughed, “At least then they wouldn’t bug to borrow our drag. Well, your drag.”

Roy laughed at the memory of the two dark haired girls gasping in disbelief at the room full of princess gowns and lumberjack clothing. “Still can’t believe how good that read was, fucking lumberjack.” He was still snickering when Danny decided he was no longer comfortable laying on the bed.

With a surge of power from his left leg he moved to straddle Roy’s hips. “You’re the one who married a lumberjack Haylock.”

Roy automatically dropped his hands to rest on Danny’s thighs. “You married a princess, least I’m still gay in this version of reality.”

Danny snorted, “Whatever, that makes you a princess, least I’m still a man.” He leaned forward and licked Roy’s neck before whispering in his ear. “Although every single time I’ve fucked you while you were dressed as a princess was hot as hell. You really should let me fuck you in drag more often.”

Roy let out a groan as Danny squirmed on his lap. “Why would I put a bunch of clothes on for sex? Doesn’t being naked make everyone’s lives easier?”

Danny began kissing Roy’s jaw, taking a familiar path down to the collar of Roy’s shirt. “I meant when we preform asshole.” He said as he started to work the buttons of Roy’s shirt open.

Roy rolled his eyes, “Because normally after we preform you’re so fucking horny that you beg to get fucked.” Roy brought both hands crashing down on Danny’s ass, “Remember?”

Danny started to kiss his way down Roy’s chest now that the button down was pushed open. “Fuck yeah I do.” He looked up at Roy, eyes gone a little glassy with arousal. “Speaking of which, it’s been quiet for almost an hour. We should probably take advantage while we can.”

Roy chuckled and began to tug at Danny’s shirt. “You’re absolutely right.” When Danny didn’t move to remove his shirt quick enough, Roy rolled them so he was on top. He quickly pulled off the light sleep pants Danny wore and began stroking the already half hard cock. “Doesn’t take much to get you going, does it?” he teased before taking Danny’s erection into his mouth.

“Never has.” Danny admitted before groaning at the very talented tongue that was quickly turning his brain to mush.

Roy held out his hand, without stopping the blow job and Danny reached blindly for the small bottle of lube on the nightstand. He pushed it into Roy’s hand before letting his head fall back against the pillows.

Wasting no time, Roy lubed up two fingers and pressed them into Danny. It only took a few thrusts before Danny was demanding that Roy ‘stop fucking around and put your dick in me!’. With such a sweet request, how could Roy refuse? He pushed his own sleep pants down and lubed up his erection before taking a second to tease Danny’s entrance.

“Fuck me Roy!” Danny demanded, his hips lifting off the bed in frustration.

“Fine, but next time we have time I’m gonna make you pay for being an Impatient bitch.” Roy said as he grabbed Danny’s hips and started to push himself inside-

“DADDY!!!”

*CRASH, SLAM, BANG*

Roy didn’t know how he did it but somehow he got both of them covered up under the blanket before 6 year old Stevie managed to scramble up on the bed.

“Stevie remember how we talked about knocking? And you’re not listening to me at all, are you?” Roy sighed as he swung his legs over the far side of the bed and pulled his pants up. Danny had no chance to pull anything on, Stevie was not only on the bed but sitting happily on Danny’s stomach.

“Daddy! I found something cool! You gotta come see this!” the little girl had a big grin on her face as she waved her hands in the air. Stevie’s grin was an exact match for Danny’s (pre lip injections, of course). In fact Stevie was the spitting image of Adore, especially on the odd occasion her fathers put her in make up. Not only was the physical resemblance strong but both Stevie and Danny were two of the loudest people Roy had ever met.

A quiet knock at the open door caught Roy’s attention. He looked up to see blue eyed eight year old Sabrina shaking her head in exasperation. “Sorry dad, I tried to remind her to knock but…” she trailed off with a shrug, gesturing to the excited noises coming from the bed as Stevie and Danny talked about something Roy couldn’t quite catch.

Roy chuckled, “It’s okay, I understand my love. What were you two doing anyways? I thought we said goodnight an hour ago.”

Sabrina walked around the bed, giving it a wide berth. She had walked too close to the bed once during a similar situation just in time for Stevie to launch herself off the bed (much to her fathers horror) and land on not only her feet but her sister’s as well. “I showed her a book.”

Roy ached an eyebrow, “Why is she so excited about a book.”

Sabrina made a huffing noise as she crawled up on the bed to sit next to Roy. “There were no pictures in it.”

“You’re telling me your sister is losing her mind over a book, without pictures?” Roy could feel his eye start twitching.

Sabrina nodded, “Are you sure she’s really my sister?” she eyed Roy suspiciously.

Roy sighed, they had this conversation every few weeks. “Yes Rini, you both have the same mother, remember?” Roy remembered the initial thrill when they discovered that the surrogate they had used for Sabrina was more then happy to take on another pregnancy for the pair when they decided to expand their family a year and a half later.

“Are you really sure? Did you check?” Sabrina grilled her father as she watched Stevie and Danny (who had managed to pull pants on while he was distracted with Sabrina) rush out of the room to get a look at this ‘amazing book’ that Stevie had discovered.

“Yes Rini I’m a hundred percent sure she’s your sister. Besides she acts just like Dad, doesn’t she? I promise she’s part of this family.”

Sabrina frowned, “Whatever. I’m gonna go make sure they don’t break my stuff.” She hopped off the bed, her long twin braids floating behind her as she stormed off after them.

Roy fell back into bed and began laughing uncontrollably. He had no idea which part of the last five minutes he found so funny. The interrupted sex, Stevie’s excitement over a book without pictures or Sabrina’s continued irritation that her sister was insane.

Tears were streaming down his face, high pitched giggles still escaping him and abdominal muscles cramping when Danny returned.

“She’s nuts.” Danny proclaimed as he flopped down next to Roy.

A minute later, Roy managed to get his laughter under control. “Was she really that excited over a book with no pictures?”

Danny nodded, eyes wide in disbelief. “War and Peace! I didn’t know books could get that big! That shit’s more complicated then anything I ever read!”

Roy nodded, “Katya was reading it last time her and Trixie were over with their hellspawns. She probably forgot it here.” They almost always used drag names when referring to Brian and Brian just to save themselves the confusion.

Danny snorted, “Least we had time to breathe between kids. I don’t know how they managed 3 at once! Like who even has triplets?”

“Trixie and Katya do, poor bastards. If two teenage girls seems like a nightmare waiting to happen, imagine three hormonal teenage boys. The structural damage alone may just bankrupt them! If those two weren’t bald already that’s what would finally do it. Trying to figure out how much to add to the budget for household repairs every week.” Roy mused, choosing to ignore the fact that while he and Danny did in fact have one less kid, one of said kids shared genetic material with Danny. Roy hoped, not for the first time that Stevie calmed down as she got older. Last thing he needed was one of his daughters proudly proclaiming to be a ‘messy slut’. The thought of the generally sweet (if loud) Stevie strutting around in a mini skirt and low cut shirt made Roy shiver in fear.

“We’re never gonna have sex again, are we?” Danny half heartedly complained, lacing his fingers with Roy’s as they looked at each other with tired smiles on their faces.

Roy released Danny’s hand and rolled so he was on top of his husband. “So dramatic.” Roy teased as he captured Danny’s lips in a breath taking kiss.

It wasn’t long before Danny was a moaning, begging mess under him. Roy sighed in relief as he entered Danny roughly, rather pleased with himself for the broken sound that tore itself from Danny’s lips.

“DADDY!!!!”

“I’m taking her back!” Danny proclaimed loudly as Roy pulled away from him and managed to get their pants back on before Stevie came flying into their room again. This time she was screaming something about the ‘coolest bug ever!

Wasn’t parenting fun?

A/N Thank you to the annon who requested a kid fic where Roy and Danny keep getting interrupted. Swore I’d never write one of these but hey, here we are! I’m also tempted to continue this but for the moment it stands alone.

The girls names; Stevie is named for Stevie Nicks of Fleetwood Mac fame and Sabrina is name for an alternative name for a boat neck collar. I know nothing about fashion so that’s what a quick Google search pulled up.

As for the teasing each other about which kid has which genes, it doesn’t mean they love either kid less then the other. I think most parents like to harass their partner about who is responsible for which less desirable trait their off spring demonstrates. Like when Sarabi says to Mufasa in The Lion King “Before sunrise, he’s your son.”

[gittetj]

Build an OC: Starting from scratch

Let’s say you’ve decided to write a story but you don’t have any characters yet. In fact, maybe you don’t even know what the story is about. Maybe you’ve never even made an original character before! Well, don’t worry because you can make a decent character out of nearly anything if you know how to add some surprise and conflict to their personality. I mean, everything in the following example is something I just pulled out of thin air as I wrote it.

Usually, characters belong in a story or at least some kind of setting. Some people like to start by making a cast of characters and then let them lead to a story, others like to put together a plot and let that lead to the characters. Either way works, but since this post is about character development, we’ll go with the former approach.

For the sake of this post, let’s say all you know is what kind of story you want to make. Let’s go with something common like a young adult story about a teenage girl who discovers she has superpowers. There’re already tons of stories about teenagers with superpowers out there so now here’s a challenge to come up with a protagonist that doesn’t seem too generic.

We have to start somewhere, so just think of the most generic protagonist you can. A teenage girl before she gets the superpowers? I’m picturing she’s 16, lives with her parents, goes to school, probably has some friends and probably has a hobby she likes to do in her spare time.

Now, this girl might sound extremely boring to you, but that’s because right now you’re probably thinking of a character you’ve seen variations of a hundred times in other stories. There’re actually already plenty of variables to play around with here:

For example, where do the girl and her parents live? Maybe they’re in a country you don’t usually associate with superheroes, like South Africa or Syria or Greenland. A Greenlandic superhero? Haven’t seen that before, that might be interesting.

What kind of school does the girl go to? Maybe it’s not an average high school but rather a boarding school or a tiny school out in the countryside or maybe she’s homeschooled for one reason or another.

Her friends don’t have to be typical either. Maybe her best friend is an 80-year-old woman who used to be a stewardess or the neighbor’s 10-year-old son who really likes trains. It could be literally anyone because you don’t know what the story is about yet - you can make their personalities work together and come up with an explanation for how they became friends later.

She could have an unusual hobby like cave diving or building really advanced Lego models or it could be something that requires a lot of her time and devotion like maybe she’s working to become a professional athlete. Again it could be absolutely anything, just pick something that feels interesting to you.

This is already a lot of options and you could create even more by moving the story to a different time period or a different universe. A teenage superhero in the wild west? A teenage superhero on a Mars colony in the future? A teenage superhero in a fantasy universe where she isn’t actually very special because humans are the only creatures who don’t already have superpowers? You can do literally anything you want!

Having a million different options can be pretty overwhelming though so let’s reel it in a little, let’s sort through all these ideas to come up with something cohesive.

In this case, let's say you really don’t want to have to come up with a fantasy universe or do a lot of research on time periods or foreign countries you haven’t lived in. Most people reading this will probably either be American or be familiar with what it’s like to live in the US, so let’s say our girl and her parents are American.

Now, of all the random ideas I spewed out earlier the one that stuck with me was the 80-year-old stewardess best friend because I personally really appreciate when elderly people are included in young adult stories - and that’s what you should do at this stage, go with whatever feels right and interesting to you.

At this point, a good start would be to figure out why the 16-year-old girl and this 80-year-old stewardess are friends. The first thought that comes to me is that the girl is probably fascinated by the stewardess’s stories about all the countries she’s been to and the people she’s met through her job. If this is something that stands out to the girl she probably hasn’t traveled much herself - in fact, maybe she’s barely ever been outside her own state. Maybe she hasn’t traveled because her parents are very bound to the place they live, like maybe they’re farmers. If they’re farmers they must live in the countryside which could very well mean the girl goes to a small high school where everyone knows each other. If the girl really wants to break free of this place and everyone who only knows her as a plain farmer girl and not the adventurous traveler she really deep down wants to be, maybe that has made her a bit lonely, maybe that’s another reason she’s found an unexpected friend in the stewardess.

See how one detail can lead to something that’s starting to feel like a person worth telling a story about? There aren’t even any superpowers involved yet! Developing a character this way is a bit like doing detective work - you find a couple of pieces of evidence that seem promising and then you try to connect them and make assumptions that lead to more and more evidence until you have a clear picture of who the character is.

This story was supposed to be about the girl developing superpowers so let’s move on to that. If wanting to travel is a theme here and maybe even a conflict for the protagonist it would probably be fitting to give her a power that has something to do with that - something like flight or teleportation. Flight and a farm just make me think of Superman so let’s not do that and take teleportation instead.

What would a young girl with wanderlust and a newfound ability to teleport do? It’d be a good idea to take a closer look at her morals and personality before deciding that.

There’re a few character traits we can derive from what we already know:

The girl is curious about the world and people different from her

She picks her friends based on personality, not who it’s cool to be friends with

For that same reason, she’s probably pretty sure of her own values

She’s responsible or respectful enough of her parents to stay in her hometown despite wanting to travel

Or if you want to cook it down to just keywords:

Curious

Open-minded

Independent

Responsible

Self-restrained

Apart from the self-restraint these are all typically seen as positive traits, but rather than coming up with a similar list of negative traits to round the character off, let’s think about what the downsides can be to the traits we already decided on.

First, there’s definitely a conflict between her curiosity and her self-restraint. That’s really good; internal conflicts like that are what makes a character engaging because we can’t quite be sure which trait they’ll favor when they’re in a situation where they can only follow one of them.

Curiosity and open-mindedness in combination might make her a bit gullible. If someone told her things about the world that were false or skewed by the teller’s own agenda she might not question it.

Her independence could easily make her set in her ways, stubborn or unlikely to ask for help. She probably has strong beliefs about what’s right and wrong but since she’s so young she probably adopted those beliefs from her parents.

If she adopted her values from someone else, the kind of responsibility she expects of herself might not be right for her. This plays into the internal conflict between curiosity and restraint.

It looks like the big question this character will have to deal with is: Should she be as her parents want her to be or should she leave and find her own path?

It’s interesting to give someone like her the power to teleport because teleportation is basically ultimate freedom. She can go wherever she wants whenever she wants. Before getting her powers it’d be easy to come up with reasons why she couldn’t leave, but once she has them what’s the excuse when she can go to the other side of the world in a second? She’ll be forced to think about that conflict she’s struggling with.

I don’t know what kind of adventures our teleporting country girl will get herself into, but with a bit of brainstorming and some detective work, we already have a good foundation for both a protagonist and the beginning of a plot.

If you want to try to develop characters this way just keep building on top of what you already know. There’s plenty we don’t know about this girl yet - what does she do with her free time? What is she really good and really bad at? What does she tell people she wants to do with her life and is it the same as what she really wants? Don’t focus too much on the really flat questions (how tall is she, what’s her favorite food, what clothes does she wear) the answers to those often come up naturally as you get to know the character’s personality, and if they don’t you can figure them out as they become relevant.

If you get stuck it might be time to start thinking about the other characters in the story. In this example we already know the stewardess, the girl’s parents and some of the kids and teachers from the girl’s school will have some importance. Flesh them out and maybe it’ll reveal something new about the protagonist. You can go through the exact same steps as we just did with her, except now you already have a setting and a vague idea of where you’re going.

[p-artsypants]

Longest Night (1)

Ao3 | FF.net

The day started out sucky to begin with. Her crush ousted to the class and Adrien. Lila taking pride in exacting her revenge.But by the time patrol was over, a young man was dead, and Ladybug’s identity was at risk. Lila was the least of her concerns.Good thing Adrien was taking it all like a champ.

Set two years up from season three.

PLEASE NOTE:

This story starts out kinda rough, but in oncoming chapters, there will be graphic torture of the physical, emotional, and mental nature. But I WILL NOT be writing anything sexually graphic. It would make sense, in terms of story, but I just don't want to.

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Three years was a long time to fight against one man. Hundreds of Akuma, thousands of frightened citizens, and yet they were no more closer to finding Hawkmoth than day one. He came out when it was convenient for him.

Because of the continued attacks, Paris was starting to grow concerned. It came out on forums and political talks on TV.

What was taking Ladybug and Chat Noir so long? What were they doing? Why haven’t they stopped him yet?

It started out slowly, and just in the most radical groups. But as time went on, more and more jumped on the band wagon.

Ladybug’s saving grace was the Ladyblog, that always reported every detail of any Ladybug related news. And Alya, reporter that she was, was quick to remind everyone that Ladybug fixed all damage that was done, and criticizing them wasn’t helping.

Still, concern and restlessness persisted in the back of minds.

But Ladybug and Chat Noir persisted in their promise to protect. They patrolled more often, and started to branch out into other crime fighting. Thieves, muggers, carjackers, pickpockets, any sort of criminal was taken care of.

But since they weren’t the police, there was no arrests made. It was mostly just a slap on the wrist and making them return what they’ve stolen. It was effective in the moment, and helped ease some minds about the heroes.

Then came Edward Savauge.  

If there ever was a god on earth, it was Mr. Savauge. A man who held no qualms about doing what needed to be done in business. He held all the cards, could pull any string, and had a lot of people wrapped around his fingers.

By trade, a drug dealer, a pimp, and a casino owner. And he excelled in all of those areas. Ask most people, they had either never heard of him, or pretended not to.

The most powerful man on earth, and his existence was only a rumor.

Until that fateful night when Ladybug and Chat Noir did their evening patrols.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s start in the morning, when Marinette and Adrien had to face what would become a minor problem.

Yet felt like the world was crashing down around them.

Marinette’s alarm blared some awful tune at maximum volume. She jumped, flailing, not knowing where she was in her sleep addled mind.

“That’s one way to wake up.” Tikki snickered, having also been startled.

Marinette sat up, her hair a tangled mess, and her legs twisted in her sheets. Blearily, she blinked to wake herself up. What a crummy night’s sleep. It was too hot with the sheets, too cold without them. The bed was just a little lumpy. And there had been an firetruck at work down the street. (Ladybug had checked in. It was just a false alarm) but the truck had remained there for at least an hour with its lights on.

“The point of setting the alarm was to make you actually get up and get to school on time.” Tikki chastised.

Marinette turned her bleary eyes on the floating red dot, and tossed her blanket over it.

“Hey!”

“Snooze.”

“I don’t work like that Marinette! Come on!” She phased through the comforter. “Don’t you want to see Adrien?”

Marinette smiled. “Adrien…” Then she groaned. “Fine!” She actually got up, throwing her blankets off, and got out of bed. Her hair took too long to untangle, her clothes were just a little too tight, or a little too itchy. And despite waking up early, she was still running late.

She threw her hands up into the air in the courtyard. “Anything else wanna go wrong today!? Go on! Take your best shot!”

Oh, how she regretted that.

She walked into the classroom, five minutes before the bell, and the room fell absolutely silent. Lila was sitting on a desk as everyone was gathered around her, but as Marinette entered, they all turned to look at her. The other thing of important note, was that Adrien’s face was bright red and he looked absolutely mortified.

This was very not good.

“G-Good morning?” She asked, tactfully, hoping to break the silence.

“Girl…you’re not serious…”

Marinette looked down at her clothes. She wasn’t wearing her pajamas, right? She didn’t have any embarrassing stains on her clothes, nothing on backwards. “Um…what?”

Alix crossed her arms with a ‘hmph,’ “You know very well what we’re talking about, pervert.”

Pervert? That was really really not good. “I’m…I’m sorry? I’m not sure what you’re talking about?”

Kim backed Alix up. “Lila just spilled. She said she caught you taking pictures of Adrien while he was changing in the locker room.”

Marinette’s eyebrows flew up to her hairline. “I would never do that!”

Alya couldn’t meet her eyes. “I don’t know, girl…you tend to go overboard when it comes to Adrien…”

“But I didn’t!”

“I’m sorry Marinette,” Lila said, pathetic little snivels between words. “I saw you, and I wasn’t going to say anything, because it’s none of my business, but…Adrien is my friend. He deserved to know. Everyone deserved to know.”

She dared to look at Adrien, who still was red and extremely embarrassed. “I would never do that to you.” She told him.

“I believe you.” He assured, but his eyes darted away.

Lila had hit hard and right in the weak spot. Adrien couldn’t support her here, because how would he know?

“Everyone knows you’re basically a stalker,” Alix said again. “Everyone has seen all of his pictures all over your walls.”

“And don’t forget that you have his schedule all written out.” Added Mylene. “And all those plans you made so that you could just be alone together.”

“Marinette, you’re obsessed. And you definitely crossed a line here. You need serious help.” Alya said, concern in her features.

Marinette frowned, her chest unbelievably tight, and her eyes prickling with the tears of betrayal. “So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh? Fine.” She took off her bag, and placed in at her desk, then she stood in the front of the room, and addressed her peers.

“I’m in love with Adrien Agreste.” She announced.

Adrien looked to her, his mouth opening slightly. He didn’t know how far this lie went, but it seemed pretty steep.

“I figured out his schedule, and made a calendar, so I could know where he was at any given point in the day. Because I wanted to be able to find him if I ever actually got up the courage to talk to him. I think he’s super cute, so I hung pictures of him all over my room. And that was easy, since he was a model.” She let out a sob, as tears started rolling down her cheeks.

Bless her heart, Rose started crying too.

She rubbed her cheek with her fist, and sniffed, but continued. “I stole his phone once. I called and left the world’s most embarrassing voicemail. So I stole his phone and deleted it before he could hear it.”

Lila just sat there, looking smug and triumphant. Though no one else saw it, since they were all focused on Marinette.

“Every week, I made a special macaron, passion fruit, just for him. But I never got the courage to ever give it to him. I stole a note he threw away in the trash, that was a love letter for someone, and I dared to hope it was for me, so I responded to it. I even tried to kiss a wax statue of him at the museum…only it turned out it was actually Adrien, and not a statue.”

There was some snickering at that.

“So yeah. I love Adrien. I don’t always think clearly when it comes to him. But I’m a dumb teenager, and I’m allowed to make mistakes and do cringey things.”

She wiped her face and swallowed hard. “But I swear, on all that is good and holy, that I have never taken pictures of him in any context without his permission. I respect him too much for that.” Then she took out her phone, unlocked it, and placed it in front of Adrien. “To prove it, I want you to go through my photos. If there’s any of you that shouldn’t be seen, you’ll be the only one to see them.”  

So the class waited in silence as Adrien swiped through her phone. He checked her recents, and then some other albums, including the biggest one labelled ‘Adrien <3’

“There’s…a lot of pictures of me…” he said sheepishly. “But none of me changing. They all look like they were saved from shoots. Which…isn’t that weird.”

“So,” Marinette spoke up, evening her glare at Lila. “One of us is lying, and it isn’t me.”

Lila pouted, and said with an irritatingly concerned voice, “Well, I’m just glad that you recognized what you were doing was wrong, and decided to delete the pictures.”

Marinette punched the table, overcome with palpable rage.

Adrien glanced around the room, keeping a watch for an akuma. Doubtless, one was on the way.

Marinette seemed to notice this gesture, and took a massive breath. When she spoke, her voice was eerily calm. “What did I do? What made all of you suddenly so eager to distrust me? Since when did I become a liar?”

“Marinette...” Alya tried to say.

“You doomed yourself, Dupain-Cheng.” Said Chloe, speaking for the first time. “If you were willing to do all that other stuff, what’s stopping you from doing this?”

“Because it’s not only wrong, it’s a felony.” She returned.

“So is stealing a phone.”

“I gave it back!” She nearly shouted. “Yes! I get it! I…I have a problem…but I wouldn’t do this. Please believe me, I wouldn’t.”

“But Lila saw you…”

“She’s lying! She’s always lying! All she’s ever done is lied!”

“Marinette,” Lila said, hiding her face in her hands, hiding the fact she wasn’t even crying. “All I ever wanted was to be your friend, but you let your jealousy get in the way of it. You need to face the truth.”

“The truth?” Marinette let out a humorless laugh. “The truth is that I have done everything I could to help everyone in this room. I bent over backwards to arrange parties, to make banners, give encouragement, talk to teachers, stand up to bullies! And the moment I need support, everyone is gone! There’s no proof! No evidence! Just some faked tears from a girl who has lied to get attention.”

She snatched her backpack up from her desk. “Congratulations Lila, you made good on your threat. You’ve turned everyone against me, just like you said you would. But I’m ending things on my own terms.” She glanced around the room. “If you ever need me again, think twice.” She shouldered her backpack to leave, and then looked at Adrien.

He had tears in his eyes, his heart breaking for her.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “For all the immature stuff I did. I…I still love you. I hope you can forgive me.”

Then she bolted, without looking back.  

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Back at home, Marinette darted into the bakery.

“Marinette! Why are you home? Oh goodness, what happened?” Sabine noticed her daughter’s distress almost immediately.

“Girls are catty and stupid!” She cried out.

Sabine took off her apron and called to her husband. “Tom, I need you to take over the register! Marinette needs me.”

“Okie dokie darling!”

Sabine led her upstairs, as she sobbed and squeaked out everything that had happened. Sabine just held her, hushing her silently.

“And-And then I just…I just left! I didn’t know what else to do!”

“No, honey, leaving was a good idea. That was a terrible thing for your so-called friends to do.” She handed her a cup of tea. “Don’t even worry, darling. I’ll make sure to pick up any homework you miss. There’s no reason for you to have to see your classmates, unless they come groveling and begging for forgiveness.”

Marinette managed a laugh. “Thanks maman.”

Sabine kissed her on the forehead. “So what do you want to do? Wanna watch a movie? Or play some games?”

Marinette shook her head. “I…I just want to be alone for a while.”

Sabine seemed hesitant, the thought of an akuma taking her daughter…

“I’ll be okay. I’m just kind of tired from all the crying. I’m going to lay down. Maybe I’ll watch some funny videos.”

“Okay, honey. but if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call for me.” She gave her another kiss, and then returned to the bakery.

Tikki appeared the moment they were alone. “Marinette…” She sniveled. “I’m so sorry…”

“Oh Tikki…” She cupped her in her hands, holding her gently to her cheek. “Thank you. I’m so glad you’re with me.”

“I won’t leave you alone for a second.” The kwami insisted. “Not until you’re smiling again.”

Marinette stood and went upstairs, closing the door behind her. “Will you keep watch?”

“Of course.”

She hooked up her phone to her speakers, and started blasting Jagged Stone as loud as she could stand. The bass rattled in her chest and the shred of the guitar numbed her skull. Over the next few minutes, she went around and yanked every last picture of Adrien off her walls.

When the song ended, and the walls were bare, she collapsed on her chaise, spent and exhausted.

[pens-swords-stuff]

I feel like I should remind everyone that I actually write sometimes too — shocking, I know. So here’s a thing I wrote a long time ago, just to pretend that I’m a real Writeblr for a bit.

If there ever was a reason to be grateful, it was that Blake lives in a time where coffee and other sources of caffeine are readily available. Although it was just before 9 o'clock in the morning, she was already half-way through her second mug and a small tower of used creamers were stacked unevenly at the corner of her desk. Damn those early morning meetings; was it really necessary to gather everyone under the age of twenty-five early in the morning to discuss the implications of retweets? The Capital was full of old, decrepit people who would still use fax machines if they could. At this point, Blake was sure she was spending more time teaching her superiors how to use computers instead of her actual job.

And they said that the life of a journalist wasn't glamourous.

Her desk was full of unfinished drafts, photographs, and other piles of papers stacked haphazardly over every inch of the surface. With a sigh, Blake just piled the existing piles on top of each other to create a precarious mountain of paper to clear out some space. It was organized chaos at its finest — her desk may be a mess, but she knew where everything was... Or at least she hoped.

With a heavy sigh and tapping fingers fueled by coffee jitters, Blake impatiently waited for her computer to load web pages. Fingers automatically typed up ‘twitter.com’ into the address bar, but she thought better of it and quickly hit backspace. After lecturing a sixty-year old crusty, balding man on how to navigate the 'tweeter-sphere', she really wasn't in the mood to revisit the social media site and its apparently impossible-to-use interface.

When she logged into her email account, it was no surprise that hundreds of unread emails were blinking on the browser. 317 emails to be exact, the red bubble notification on her phone had been mocking her for days now. Wearily, Blake started clicking and manually sorting through useful emails and trash that didn't even need to be read. Passive-aggressive work memos from loud coworkers (shut up Patricia, no one cares about your lunch), junk mail (there's a sale going on in a nearby department store apparently), and death threats (only 12 emails, significantly less than yesterday) were among the ones immediately deleted without even opening.

Several rapid clicks later, her inbox was emptied of all unnecessary emails, and she could focus on what actually mattered — once she sorted through all of the false leads, that is. Days ago, Blake had published a request for the Other to contact her if they wanted their stories heard. It was a good idea in theory to gather information and first-hand accounts, but she really, really should've seen the amount of humans pretending to be the Other coming. Internet anonymity was a bitch, and a lot of trolls, people that were obsessed with the Other and bored humans who had way too much time on their hands were claiming to be special.

Somehow, Blake sincerely doubted that a real vampire or werewolf would throw in blatant Twilight or Vampire Diaries references into these emails. Just a hunch. On the off chance that they were truly what they said they were, it wasn't the type of person (could they still be called a person?) she wanted to write about. Now that article would immediately become the laughing stock of the internet. Blake's mouse hovered over the trash can icon for a long second as she fought the urge to delete the lot of them. Duty won out, just in case she was deleting important information. The things she would do for a story...

There was one email in particular however, that seemed more genuine for whatever reason. Call it journalist's intuition, or just a lack of modern (if slightly outdated) pop culture references.

Dear B. Preston, Apologies for the throwaway email address – I don’t like paper trails. I saw your call for stories from the Other in The Capital, and after serious deliberation, I have decided to express my own interest in the project. I am a vampire of not insignificant experience who would be willing to answer any questions you might have, from my condition in general to my personal history, so long as the result is anonymised. As this is uncharted territory for the both of us, and perhaps even both our kinds, I am an unsure as to whether the best medium would be in writing or an in-person interview. Whichever option you would feel more comfortable with. Obviously, dining with the stuff of nightmares isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Looking forward to your reply. Sincerely, Someone who would rather not sign his name in writing.

Blake leaned back into her office chair as she read and reread that email, thoughtfully chewing off the lipstick she had hastily smeared on so that she could claim that she cared about appearances. It was impossible to gleam whether this email rang true or not, but there was something different about this one that felt like it was worth following up on — at least the throwaway email wasn't something like totallyabloodsucker69 that she saw about three emails prior.

After quickly doing her carpal tunnel prevention hand stretches, Blake wrote out a long reply, then went back and deleted an entire unnecessary paragraph and several other snarky comments that had just slipped out. She was a professional, and should probably act as such. No need to scare off a potential vampire contact — as silly as that sounds.

Dear someone who would rather not sign their name in writing, Thank you for your response, your willingness to share your story to the public is greatly appreciated. I can promise it will be put to good use. An in-person interview probably would work best, if only to be able to say that I've confirmed that you're a vampire in person. It's far too easy for people to pretend to be something they're not online — there's simply not enough credibility over the internet. I conduct a lot of interviews over at The Daily Grind for the casual atmosphere, but I'm open to any alternatives you have in mind. I've attached my schedule to this email, let me know when you're available. And finally as a formality — and I honestly have no idea what I'm looking for — is there any way you can send me proof of your claim? As mentioned before, there are far too many people pretending to be anything other than human. Regards, Blake Preston.

Perhaps only a split-second after she hit send, a roar of "Preston, turn the radio on now!" was shouted at her from behind. Blake spun around in her chair in alarm, staring at Jones who just barged through the door with wild, panicked eyes.

"What are you——"

"Do it! Now!"

Jones didn't even give Blake another moment to respond as he flew forward to fiddle the radio to the right broadcast, not bothering to wait for the shocked journalist to catch up to his intensity. Precious few seconds were evidently lost as Jones' fumbling fingers finally managed to push the right set of buttons. Blake actually listened to On the Edge radio quite often, but an unfamiliar voice flowed through the speakers.

Think of the teenagers lost during Nick Bloodfang’s rampage: three young girls, on their way home from a party on the wrong night of the lunar cycle, left for dead. That is only the tip of the iceberg...

Though she didn't quite understand what was going on yet, Blake turned on the recording function of her phone after seeing Jones frantically gesticulated to her. Blake's brows were knit in confusion as she listened to the broadcast. Something wasn't right, something didn't feel right.

Blake's jaw dropped along with her stomach as the 'segment' ended with a human call for action. It was pathos at its finest, playing up on the fear that she knew swept throughout the humans when the Other first came to light a month or so ago. Even though the current position of most people was uncertain, tension and fear grated roughly on most humans that she knew. Jones and Blake shared a slack-jawed stare of disbelief.

This was hate speech, inciting people to violent acts because they painted the Other as mere criminals with no other purpose besides murdering innocent people.

By the time Louise's voice came back on the air, Blake snapped out of her stupor to open a brand new word document on her computer. Although the highjack had ended only seconds before, she was already replaying it on her phone as her fingers flew over the keyboard, transcribing it to the best of her ability. "I can't believe I missed the bloody beginning. Colin, did you get——"

Blake's fingers kept moving as she glanced over to her partner's desk, suspiciously empty and untouched since yesterday.

"Where the hell is Colin!?"

[runenc03]

Everything has changed

Writing date: December 2018

Genre: fluff (at least I think it's still qualified as fluff)

Warnings: Kissing ;)

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Scene 13, corridor, near the lockers

Synopsis: Billy walks through the corridor to his next class. He sees that Ivy is getting bullied and stands up for her.

  Billy: Looks shocked when he sees the boys surrounding Ivy. Walks faster towards them.

"Hey! Don't you dare bothering her!"

  Ivy: looks at Billy with a vulnerable expression. In slightly stuttering voice:

"No, Billy, I- I'm okay"

  Billy: looks angry at the bullies. "Dont you  dare coming near her ever again. Do I make myself clear?"  Takes Ivy by her arm and pulls her into him. Then kisses her (actors are free to improvise in this scene. The most important thing is that it looks real, so the actors are free to decide how they kiss, how long, etc...)

                                ******

  Sean's pov, 1st person

  I sighed deeply, worries clouding my mind, my brain coming up with scenarios I didn't want to imagine. I had just finished reading one of the many scenes Kaycee and I had to act in for our very first movie.

  Many months ago, I had read about an audition for a new movie. It immediately interested me, and I had convinced her to go with me. The movie was about 2 best friends, Billy and Ivy, who were in high school, and their adventures together throughout their teenage years. Not really that special, but still a good chance to start our acting career with.

  When the director had seen the way we acted around eachother while waiting for each of our turns to go into the audition room, he'd immediately asked us to go in at the same time. Apparently, he saw the chemistry we had, because we got the 2 main roles. And that's why I was sitting on the couch in our living room right now, Oreo curled up in my lap, reading one of the scenes from the movie.

  I hadn't read the script before.

  And I didn't know Kaycee and I had to kiss.

  Most people probably think that I'd have jumped at the chance to kiss her. And in all honesty, if I had had the  feelings I have for her for someone else, I probably would have.

  But I fell in love with Kaycee Rice.

  And that made everything a lot more complicated.

  You see, Kaycee's never been a big fan of physical contact, with no-one. It has taken years for us to hug without her tensing up, or me feeling guilty that I made her uncomfortable. We had worked so hard on the bond we have now, and I was afraid that being forced closer than she was comfortable with would do the exact opposite: scaring her away.

  This would ruin my entire plan.

  Yes, you heard that correctly, I had an entire plan in my head. A plan that would make her realise just how much I love her and, with a bit of luck, would make her fall in love with me. I knew not to push her, or her feelings, she was too precious to me.

  I cursed myself for taking her to that audition months ago. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have to worry about this right now. I didn't want to kiss her.

  Well, no, scratch that, of course I wanted to, I have fantasised about it for years now. I might have been the first teen ever who wasn't confused about their sexuality, or their 'type', for that matter. From the moment puberty had kicked in, I had known that I only wanted Kaycee Rice.

  You're probably wondering why I'm complaining so much about kissing her if I've had feeling for her for such a long time. Well, I've got a really logical explanation for that.

  I wanted our first kiss to be real.

  I didn't care when it happened, or where, but I wanted her to know how much emotions I would pour into that kiss, and I wanted her to do the same. I didn't want to feel what it was like to kiss her, only for us to never do it again. I wanted to feel her lips on mine with the knowledge that she wanted to because of her feelings for me, not because of some stupid script.

  I wouldn't have the chance to give her a real first kiss.

  Unless...

  My eyes immediately went back to the script laying in front of me, looking for the words I had paid no mind to a few minutes ago.

  Actors are free to improvise in this scene. The most important thing is that it looks real, so the actors are free to decide how they kiss, how long, etc...

  I sighed in relieve, my plan wouldn't go to waste after all.

  I could just give her a loving kiss on her forehead, a kiss is a kiss after all. It was the perfect solution: the directors had their kiss, Kaycee wouldn't be uncomfortable because I gave her foreheadkisses almost daily, and I could continue with my plan.

  I laid the open script next to me, and began petting Oreo behind his ear, relieved that I found a solution.

  I'd show those directors what real love is.

                          *********

  Kaycee's pov, 1st person

  Contrary to what most people would probably think about me, I wasn't all that shocked about Sean and I's kiss scene.

  Well, no, that was a lie. I was shocked, the directors had told us the general story, but they hadn't specifically mentioned a kiss scene. I hadn't seen that one coming, so it took me by surprise, but it wasn't necessarily a bad surprise.

  In all honesty, I felt kind of giddy.

  When I was scrolling through comments on video's of Sean and I -yes, I checked the hashtag seaycee regularly- most of the comments were about how cute we were, and about half of those comments got a reaction on their comment from people who thought that I was too young to be in a relationship.

  Let me tell you, those comments annoyed me way more than all the seaycee-related comments.

  Apparently, when you encouraged people to be themselves and didn't walk around half naked all the time, people forgot you were a 16 year old girl.

  A 16 your old girl with hormones.

  People always seemed to think that I was the most innocent person in the whole world, but in all honestly, I was just like every other teenage girl. Yes, I was aware of the other sex, and yes, I did check out boys.

  Well, one boy, to be precise.

  The thought of that certain boy brought me back to the script in front of me. The more I thought about it, the more I began liking the idea of acting in a kiss scene.

  It was kind of the perfect opportunity.

  I could experience kissing him, without all the drama afterwards. Believe me, I've wanted to kiss Sean for a while now, and I was exstatic that I would finally get the change to do just that. Now I can already hear you thinking: "why hasn't she confronted him with her feelings yet?" The answer's simple, really:

I'm grown enough to fantasise about kissing Sean, but not quite brave enough to really make a move.

  Endless comment about how Sean looked at me like I was his light, or people who were able to point out every lingering touch in our behind-the-scenes video's just couldn't convince me that he really liked me. I was scared, no, terrified, that me talking about my feelings for him would scare him, would break the precious bond we had created over the years.

  Still too shy to make a move after at least a year of keeping my feelings for him hidden, I stayed silent. I began to believe that people would always see me as an innocent child, who only shied away from Sean as soon as our duet's were over.

  If only they knew about those thoughts swirling inside my head.

  Kissing Sean on set would permit me to go all the way and pour all my feelings out -I wanted to be a good actress, after all- without the chance of having a broken heart, because the whole thing was an act.

  At least, for them.

  I closed the script in front of me with a sigh, ready to go to bed. I knew my dreams would consist of a certain asian boy and a lot of kisses.

  I was seriously looking forward to that scene.

                           **********

  Sean's pov, 1st person

  I sighed, my worries from a few days prior coming back to me at full force. I'd been happy with the solution I had found, but right now, on set, our scene being shot in a few minutes, I began doubting my decision again.

  True, I gave Kaycee kisses on her forehead all the time, but that was when we weren't being watched, surrounded by the comfort of one of our homes. Part of my plan was carefully getting closer to her, testing the waters at home, and only beginning to act like that in public after I was one hundred percent sure she was comfortable with it.

  I knew she was comfortable with the forehead kisses, I even thought she liked them, but I had never kissed her in public, let alone in front of an hd-camera.

  Would it still be too much for her?

  Maybe I should just go talk with the director, ask him for permission to just give her a side hug or something. I looked at the typical highschool  clock that hung on the wall. We  already should have been filming, but Kaycee was still stuck in the make up room because her eyes had to look like she had been crying, and that girl couldn't keep the sparkle out of her eyes to save her life.

  I had just started to walk to our director to talk about this whole situation when...

  "I'm here, I'm so sorry it took so long!"

  Kaycee still looked out of breath, but it was actually a good addition to her already red eyes. She really did look like she had been crying.

  Even though I knew that she was completely okay,  I wanted to wrap her in a million layers of bubble plastic and take her home with me.

  "Okay, let's begin then. Sean, can you go to the other side of the room please? You're still on camera right now. Kaycee, take your place near the the lockers, Bullies, where are you? Matthew, Mitchell, Kayne, encircle Kaycee please. It has to look intimidating. Is everyone ready?"

  By now, everyone stood in place, and was ready to act. While the director received several nods, I felt too nervous to answer him. Because Kaycee had been in the make up room for so long, I hadn't had the chance to talk to her about it, and I was scared that I'd do something wrong.

  I decided to minimise the amount of risks I took as much as possible. After all, a scene could be shot several times, but once something cracked inside of Kaycee, it'd take me a long time to fix it.

  "Aaand...Action!"

  Don't take risks. Don't take risks. Don't take risks.

  I took a deep breath and began walking in Kaycee's direction, trying to get into my role of angry best friend/boyfriend.

  "Hey! Don't you dare bothering her!"

  Kaycee looked away from the boys, her 'bullies', and locked eyes with me, a vulnerable expression on her face, even more dramatic with the red eyes.

  She was one breathtaking actress.

  "No, Billy, I-I'm okay", she said, her voice lacking the normal happiness.

  Once again ignoring the instinct to take care of her right then and there, I turned towards the other actors and gave them all a glare. I hoped I was at least a little bit convincing.

  "Don't you dare coming near her ever again. Do I make myself clear?"

  And with that, I wrapped an arm around her, instantly feeling my eyes soften as they landed on the gorgeous girl next to me. I leaned closer, I couldn't help myself.

  I softly kissed her forehead.

  If Kaycee was surprised by my move, she didn't show it. Her eyes showed mere curiosity, but before I could talk to her, the director spoke.

  "Cut!"

  Everyone dropped the act, and turned towards the director, silently asking him why he had stopped the scene.

  "Sean, what are you supposed to feel right now?"

  I was a bit startled that he directly spoke to me, instead of addressing us as a group, like he did most of the time.

  "Uhm, I need to feel protectiveness towards Kaycee?"

  I hated how it came out so hesitantly, like a question, not an answer. To my defence, I really didn't know what I had done wrong. I didn't forget my lines, I glared at the bullies, I even kissed her for God's sake!

  "Correct, you need to feel protectiveness towards her, but that's only a little part of this scene. How many movies are there about the best guy friend protecting his best girl friend and eventually falling in love? I need originality! And where did that kiss in the script go to? You're too soft, you need to feel the anger Sean! From now on, I want you to focus on that anger you feel towards her bullies, and kiss her with the same intensity. On the lips. Alright?"

  I really didn't know what to do now, seemingly having lost my voice. What did I do now? The director wanted me to kiss her, like, for real, but I was convinced that she'd be traumatised by that. She was strong, yes, but there was also a really vulnerable part of her, the part I didn't want to bring out. Cold sweat began forming on my back and my upper lip, and I was convinced Kaycee could hear my heart beat from where she was standing.

  "Sean, look at me."

  There it was again, her sweet voice talking to me.

  I'd always do whatever she asked for.

  So I forced my head away from my shoes and focused on Kaycee instead. I had expected her to look at me with an uncomfortable expression, or a hurt one even, but her brown-green eyes only held an incredible fierceness in them that took me completely by surprise.

  "Sean, just do it. I don't mind, really."

                        *************

  Kaycee's pov, first person

  "Sean, just do it. I don't mind, really."

  I couldn't believe I just dared saying that. I, Kaycee Rice, had just made a move on my long time crush, Sean Lew.

  Can you believe it?

  Well, he clearly couldn't, because his eyes seemed to almost pop out of his head in surprise.

He didn't look disgusted though, which was a huge relieve to me.

  "You sure? I mean, they don't want me to stay gentle with you, but I don't want to hurt you..."

  He trailed off towards the end, unsure and trying to get his worries across.

  I felt my heart melt a bit at the sight off him, but not for long.

  My weird brain seemed to think it was funny to come up with all kind of fantasies about Sean kissing me on the day we were filming that particular scene.

  And not all of those fantasies were so gentle.

  I guess it's always been a hidden desire of me to see a 'rougher' side of Sean since he's always been so gentle with me. Not that I'm complaining or anything, it's just something that really intrigues me.

  'I'm positive. Let's do this, Shamu."

  He seemed to relax at my words, now realising that I wasn't as fragile as he always seemed to think. I watched as his expression changed from worried to more confident, a smirk even appearing on his face.

  It made something inside of me flutter.

  "Alright, let's do this again. Everyone, go to your place please!"

  The booming voice of the director brought us out of our bubble, and Sean quickly shook the smirk off of his face, walking away from me, but not before turning around once again and giving me a cheeky wink.

  The flutter inside of me was back.

  "Aaand....action!"

  I forced myself to put a scared expression on my face, discovering it was much more difficult then the previous time, with Sean's wink still in my mind's eye.

I didn't have much time to get into my role however, 'cause Sean's deep voice boomed through the room, much more angry than a few minutes ago.

  "Hey! Don't you dare bothering her!"

  I looked at Sean, not being able to keep my eyes off of him. Let me tell you, from the moment I had the right age to understand that he was a boy, as in, a potential future boyfriend, I had realised that Sean was attractive. You could say that I was used to it by now, and through the years, I had indeed learned how to hide the fact that I was incredibly attracted to him (hence all the comments that I friendzoned him). But right now, with Sean standing only a few steps away from me, breathing heavily from 'anger', rigid posture, clenched jaw, balled fists, it took me every ounce of willpower I had in me to not kiss him senseless right then and there.

  Silence fell upon the room, and I saw the actor who played Matthew, one of Ivy's bullies, glance at me from the corner of his eye, clearly expecting me to do something. It was only then that I realised that it was my turn to say something.

  "No, Billy, I-I'm okay"

  The stutter was real this time, I was still trying to recover from the unusual sight in front of me.

  Sean's scowl never left his face, his pupils contracted - I have no idea how he managed to do that, it looked scarily convincing- and he took a step towards the bullies, one of his fists unclenching to point an accusing finger at the boys.

  "Dont you dare coming near her ever again. Do I make myself clear?"

  I don't think the bullies' intimidated faces were acted, if Sean would look at me like that, I would be scared as well.

  His gaze shifted towards me, and his anger was replaced by some kind of intensity I hadn't seen before.

  But I knew what it meant.

  In a few swift movements, he was near me, invading my personal space, but I absolutely didn't mind.

  I unconciously licked my lips, knowing what would come next, but he once again took me by surprise.

  Instead of taking my arm like in the script, he had grabbed my hips, swiftly pulling me closer to him.

  My eyes flew open in surprise, a gasp trying to escape my lips, which didn't work, because Sean had already lowered his face and captured my lips with his own.

As soon as I felt his lips, the connection between my body and my mind seemed to dissapear, my body acting on instinct. I couldn't help but close my eyes again, letting the feeling of being closer to him than ever wash over me. My arms found their way around his neck, pulling him even closer, if that was even possible. In return, he squeezed my waist lightly, but surely, and I felt like I was on fire.

We kept kissing, I don't even know for how long we were standing there. All I knew was that I was kissing Sean, and it was everything I had ever dreamed of.

  Suddenly, one of his hands left my hip to climb higher on my back, and I was about to complain about the loss of contact when his hand found the back of my head, gently but surely angling my head in such a way that he could deepen our kiss.

  You wouldn't hear me complaining anytime soon.

  I was playing with the little strands of hair on the back of his head, and he seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was. Was this what heaven was like?

  His lips left mine for a second, only for him to angle his head differently and capture my lips once again. This time however, it felt a bit more gentle, a bit more loving, than the previous time. It felt like we both had had the chance to let go of our pent up frustration and could pour more meaning into the kiss now, instead of just focusing on the lust. With my endless fantasising, I'd thought that once I had discovered what a rougher Sean was like, I wouldn't be satisfied with his soft, loving side anymore.

  God, I was wrong. This kiss made my heart flutter and my skin tingle just as much as the previous one, and I absolutely loved it.

  "Cut! Well done guys!"

  Still in a daze, I forced myself to pull away from Sean's lips. He however, seemed to have other plans. I felt his hands go from my hip and head to my waist, completely wrapping his arms around me.

  "Whoa, Kaycee, that was..."

  Our eyes locked, and even though the scene was done and the camera's weren't rolling anymore, Sean's eyes still held that same intense love, finally convincing me after all those years that my family, friends, and fans were right. He did have feelings for me.

  Before all this, I had told myself that this wouldn't change anything between us, that what we have would stay the exact same and this would just be a nice opportunity.

  I couldn't have been more wrong.

  Things had definitely changed.

  But they had changed for the better.

[greatwrath]

Ask me about my OC!

1: Origins! How did you come up with the concept for your OC? Answered here!

2: Were they originally well received by the fandom? Or if they’re fandomless, did the RP community take to them right away or was it hard to get attention? As I mentioned before, Azrael was ignored by the Supernatural fandom, but that’s completely understandable. There are plenty of sarcastic brown haired teenage girl angel OC’s out there and Azrael really wasn't anything special. She wasn't a big part of my life at that time. I didn't develop her back story, I didn't have any details on her, I just didn't spend a lot of time figuring her out, not that there was anything to really figure out. Azrael had no presence, nothing that set her apart from sixteen-year-old girls in high school.

So, with that said, I’m really glad I deleted that RP account in 2012. This incarnation of Azrael took a few months to get going, which I’m sure is pretty common for female muses. Then I stumbled upon all these fabulous muses and Azrael started existing in a far more diverse world made up of everyone’s characters and interpretations.

3: Has your OC gone through different incarnations during their stay on Tumblr? Were they reimagined or have they stayed the same all this time? Azrael was a Dominion OC for about two months, until I changed her to fandomless. Since then, she’s been pretty much the exact same way.

4: How do you get into your OC’s mindset to write for them? How do you find the muse for them? Answered here!

5: Were you nervous about putting your OC out there? How long did it take before you decided to play your OC here on Tumblr. Answered here!

6: What is your OC’s family situation? Do they get along? Do they fight? Or are they alone? Two older sisters, three older brothers. Raphael, Uriel, Michael, Gabriel and Lucifer. There is a bit of a time-gap between the creation of the Archangels and the creation of the second generation of angels, like a couple of billion years, thus making the Archangels and the other angels half-siblings or something of that nature.

The Archangels are often squabbling, until it descends into armed conflict again. However, they do love each other dearly, even if they struggle to show it normal ways.

There are a lot of formalities between Michael and Azrael. They are both stern, emotionally inept military generals, with straight faces and rigid postures. Between Azrael and Uriel, there is more squabbling, since they are polar opposites. Uriel is in touch with her emotions, her sexuality. She is brave and powerful, without sacrificing compassion or warmth. Uriel has no problem loving others, and showing that she loves others. This is in stark contrast to Azrael, who may be brave and powerful, but consolidates her power with fear.

Raphael and Azrael get a long quite well, because they are both a bit odd. Gabriel is very much like Uriel, but much more sensitive. He is merciful, passionate, gentle and does not enjoy the act of killing. Gabriel leaves the massacres to Michael and Azrael.

7: What does your OC look for in a friend? Do they value friendship a lot? Loyalty is very important to an angel who has been betrayed by her most loyal Lieutenants. She actively dislikes people who are loud and bratty, but she enjoys the company of people who are courageous, genuine, capable and quick on their feet. You shouldn't keep the Archangel waiting.

8: What does your OC look for in a significant other? Are they looking at all? Azrael is never looking for a significant other. However, if she were to, Azrael would seek the same characteristics that she looks for in a ‘friend’, but she would like someone who could teach her how to be kind and softer.

9: What is your OC like when at work? Are they diligent? Slacker? Do they get along with their co-workers? Answered here!

10: How do they deal with strangers? Answered here!

11: Is there a place they go to in order to escape the world, the stresses of life? What’s their favourite place? The Barrick Bullfrog mines.

12: What scent calms them? Reminds them of home or something soothing? Answered here!

13: Do they have any favourite foods? Would they eat it all the time if they had the chance? What do they hate to eat? French toast, with lots of cinnamon. Perhaps a bit of dark chocolate.

14: Pet peeves. Tell us what would really tick them off. Do they have a Berserk Button? Answered here!

15: Does your OC have any awful fears? Do they get paralyzed with fear or can they work through their fears? Abandonment. She doesn't want to be left alone in the dark again, after her Father left her.

16: What are concepts they value? Virtues? What do they look down upon? Azrael hates greed, cowardice, corruption. This is something Azrael will seek out in people and punish them for it. That’s why she hangs around Vatican city.

17: Do they have any guilty pleasures? They embarrassed about them? Do they flaunt them? There is no flaunting. Ever, of anything Azrael enjoys. She does enjoy bath time, having her wings stroked and of course, dark chocolate.

18: Do they have a guilty conscience? Why? Did they ever do something they totally regretted? She never used to have a guilty conscience. Her persona, pre-dark ages, was defined by a callous disregard for human life. Azrael could kill hundreds of people without a tiny bit of remorse. It wasn't until Mary Magdalene that Azrael developed a conscience and the full weight of what she’d done in the past hit her like a freight train.

Currently, Azrael does have some sort of conscience, but necessity overrides that conscience sometimes. If something has got to be done, then it’s got to be done. She won’t let something like “This is a terrible thing and I shouldn't do this” stop her.

19: Have they ever been injured? Sick? How do they deal with it? Azrael has been injured, by Lucifer, at the end of the war. She dealt with it by almost dying.

20: What are Tropes you associate with your muse? You can find them all here!

21: Name an embarrassing situation that your muse has been in. Answered here!

22: If given a million dollars, what would your OC do? Find a better place to live.

23: Any ships for your OC? Azrael and Zamara is the only romantic ship I have had so far, but that was way back in 2016. I do have a lot of platonic ships though, most notable being Kara and Azrael.

24: Have you ever gotten anon hate because of your OC? Nope! I think that’s a good sign!

25: What are your plans for your muse in the future? I would really like to write a novel, although I’m not sure how it would work out.