#jaime lrbi

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Spin-Centric (Trans Spin Fic)

These are the designs I did for Jaime on picrew. The last one is the latest one. So if someone maybe wanted to draw them /hj

Anyway, I wanted to try and capture how they wear their scars proudly, but I also wanted them to have like... a tech-y sort of vibe. So the last one is my best attempt at that.

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Spin-Centric (Trans Spin Fic)

I hope you guys don't mind me having an oc in this story, but if you do, I can try to avoid featuring them heavily.

Spin spent the next few days training exclusively with Leo, Bree or Chase. It was nice, having these people who supported him.

Chase told him that he was trans too. Spin tried to argue this, as he’d seen Chase shirtless before. Chase explained that he came out so early that he was able to get on puberty blockers and then T, so he went through an average male puberty. 

Spin envied that. It was too late for him. 

Part of Spin was happy for Chase, because he didn’t have to go through what Spin was going through. But that didn’t mean he was okay with going through it either. 

It was still nice to know that Spin wasn’t alone. 

He wondered if Bree knew that her brother was trans, as she’d mentioned earlier not knowing many trans people. Was Chase one of the few she knew, or was she not even including him because he had a mostly masculine childhood.

After a week, Spin was cleared to bind and train again. 

He took a single, tiny dose pain reliever before training. Just in case. His ribs were still a bit tender. He’d stop in a couple of days, it was temporary. 

When he arrived in class, he noticed something. Jaime. 

The colour on their shoulders was green now. 

Are you… fucking kidding…

“Did you seriously get fucking credit for fighting me while I was injured?” Spin asked, shoving the blonde back. 

“What? No, I—”

“You’re wearing a colour up,” He said, shoving Jaime’s shoulder where the colour started. 

“That’s because I—”

“You didn’t beat me because you’re skilled, you beat me because I was already hurt!”

“Spin!” Jaime practically yelled. “I fought someone else to get green,” They said. “Even if they’d offered me green for ‘beating,’ you, I wouldn’t have taken it. I want it fairly.” 

“Oh,” Spin said quietly. He backed up. “Sorry,” He admitted. 

“It’s okay,” Jaime said with a small laugh. “Are you okay, by the way? I know I was tough on you, you seemed really hurt.” 

“Yeah,” Spin said, “I’m feeling better now,” he said, running his hand over the side of his ribcage. It was true. He was feeling better now. 

“Good,” Jaime said, crossing their arms, “Wouldn’t want to kick your ass while you’re hurt, now would I,” They said with a small laugh. 

“You wish,” Spin retorted. 

“Hey, I’m serious. I don’t want to injure a fellow classmate just because they’re already injured. I’d rather leave a few bruises than break a few bones,” Jaime said. Spin shook his head realising that Jaime definitely didn’t get the point of that quip, but let it go. 

“So, who’d you fight to get it?” He asked, changing the subject. 

“Thomas,” Jaime said, admittedly smug. Spin’s eyes widened in shock. 

Jaime and Spin were among the shorter students. In fact, Jaime was a year older than Spin and was only 2 inches taller. Thomas on the other hand was 5’10, about 10 inches taller than Jaime, and a full foot taller than Spin. 

“Seriously? Dude, that is so cool!” He exclaimed. Jaime shrugged.

“Yeah,” They said, not even trying to be humble about it. “I honestly don’t know why I was ever put in yellow. I think it’s just because we’re young, y’know?”

“Yeah,” Spin agreed, although he did feel guilty when he was automatically bumped up by Mr Davenport when he showed off. It felt… icky. Sure, it was a nice feeling to one-up Leo, but sometimes it felt like Mr Davenport pitied him.

It was like he was ranking him not as a bionic hero, but as a child. He was better than your average child, so that’s what made him good. 

“I mean, you probably should’ve been in green to begin with; you’ve always had really good control of your powers.”

“I mean, I only really have the one,” Spin admitted. “So it’s not like I have to practise with multiple powers to master all of them. I can only practise with one, so I get the most practice with one.”

“Hey, you know we get more bionics as we grow up,” Jaime said, poking Spin in the arm. Spin looked at Jaime, confused. “You did know that, right?”

“No,” Spin said, confused.

“Yeah, dude. Like, Before I only had super speed. But now I have plasma spheres too,” Jaime said excitedly. “I think I might also have superstrength, but I haven’t talked to anyone about it,” They said quieter. 

“I thought you always had plasma spheres. I don’t remember seeing you without them,” Spin said, still confused. Jaime laughed nervously. 

“Right,” They said. “I probably was just bumped back down to yellow since I got new powers that I needed to master.”

Jaime themselves sounded unsure about the excuse they’d generated.

Spin raised a brow but didn’t get a chance to interrogate them, as the class started. 

As Spin thought back, he realised that he really hadn’t seen Jaime when he first went there. He only really saw them pop up after… hm. Oh, after he and Bob helped the police catch those robbers. 

Only then did he see them around. He figured he’d remember hair that obnoxiously bright blonde and the oddly confident stature. 

But at the same time, Jaime had numerous scars that they wore happily on display that could’ve only formed if they were there the whole time; if they were part of the bionic army from the beginning— if they had been going to the academy the whole time.

Various half-healed cuts, gashes and burns, and a single frozen scar on their left bicep. There’s no way they’d only been there for the few months between now and visiting the mainland for the first time. 

And to Spin, that just begged the question… where the fuck did this person come from?