#questions it. And why should she? She’s a fairly popular and smart girl with a football player boyfriend. And she seems to care about him

[emeraldart]

Relationship headcanons

[retrievablememories]

matched | ten (m)

title: matched pairing: alien!ten x black!reader genre: sci-fi, angst, fluff, romance, smut summary: the quest for love leads you to a new dating app with a slight twist—and straight into the inbox of someone who’s light-years out of your usual dating pool. word count: 9.7k warnings: familial conflict, strained parental relationship, mentions of cheating, prejudice/discrimination based on species, body modifications/alien biology, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), dom!ten, photography during sex, cumshot, squirting, some spanking a/n: as always, i lose all impulse control whenever i get a ten request so i have finished this sooner than i expected

i decided to lean more into the romance plotline than stress too much over the realism of the science-fiction elements with this fic, so there are some inaccuracies/impossibilities...but that’s fiction for you 🙃

AM 2074 (After Migration)

You are lonely.

Your last breakup did not end well, to say the least, and you haven’t dated for a while since then. It seemed like a smart move—a safe one—to shun all romantic relationships until you felt ready again. At the beginning, you were glad to be alone for a while, to regroup and rediscover yourself worrying about another person’s opinions on everything you did. To not have to deal with someone else’s drama.

The toll of not having companionship is gradually getting to you, though. Even if your last relationship was a mess more often than it wasn’t, you still long for those good moments, like going on night dates on the weekends and sharing pillowtalk into long hours of the early morning. You hadn’t realized how much you’d missed those things until all the emotions of it crashed down on you at once.

Your friend Malika claims to have a solution for your loneliness. Now, sitting at this outdoor cafe, you’re simultaneously eager and hesitant to hear what she has to propose, knowing her track record for silly plots.

With twinkling eyes, she looks at you and says, “You should try a dating app.” She clasps her hands together and puts them on the table like she’s made a grand announcement. You absorb her words for a few moments, looking out at the street across from you and watching cars—some hovering above the asphalt, some driven autonomously, and many still with human drivers—pass by.

You eventually sigh, your shoulders slumping. “That’s the big solution you called me out here for? People have been using dating apps for decades, that’s nothing new.”

“Exactly! The fact that they’re still popular even in 2074 is proof that they work, Y/N. You can put yourself out there and talk to dozens of guys without even meeting them in person. If one connection doesn’t work out, you don’t have anything to lose, and you don’t have to see the guy ever again.”

“Maybe I’ll lose my sweet time and patience during the process, though.”

Malika shakes her head and types something into her hologram pad, then holds it up for you to see. The hologram displays a dating app called matched—it reminds you of what Tinder was supposedly like before it became eclipsed by more advanced platforms, though that happened years before you were even born. “This one is kinda new, but it’s gotten popular fast and has good success rates. I’ve tried it before and met some nice guys. Give it at least one chance before you hate on it.”

“Ugh, I don’t know...there are always so many weirdos hanging out on those apps. What if I meet someone who keeps a collection of severed alien tentacles in an icebox in their house? Like that one guy who showed up on the news?”

“...Really?” Malika rolls her eyes. “You’re so dramatic. Stop getting in your own way and just take a risk for once.”

You shake your head at her optimism. “I’ll do it because I know you won’t leave me alone about it, but don’t expect me to find some great love story on this app.”

--

Once you download the app and start making an account, it becomes pretty obvious that this isn’t just a regular dating platform.

Choosing your gender and age preferences is normal enough, and you pass through those screens quickly until you get to one that gives you two new options.

➤ Species Preference ❐ Human ❐ Extraterrestrial

Whoa. Aliens? An alien-friendly dating app?

You weren’t overly familiar with the mechanics of dating apps, and you certainly didn’t consider that ones allowing aliens might’ve existed until now. It had been 15 years since the first contact with aliens was established, and a little less than a decade had passed since aliens began migrating to Earth and taking up permanent residence—and vice versa.

Humans had little problem with accepting aliens’ technological adaptations and claiming them as their own, though they were far less welcoming of the aliens themselves. That resulted in strained interactions between the two species, with aliens trying their best to assimilate and humans questioning their every motive. As far as personal relationships went, interspecies mingling between humans and extraterrestrials was still fairly uncommon—something that only people who were considered to be on the fringes of society participated in. There were “normal citizens of society” who built relationships with aliens, but many of them also kept it solely as a kink or fetish to be done only in the dark.

You decide to check both options. It feels a little scary, like diving headfirst into the unknown, but you are open to it either way. You’ve interacted with aliens before, both as kind acquaintances and near strangers, and they’ve always been relatively normal in the grand scheme of things—beings trying to survive and make a life for themselves like anyone else. Certainly not plotting how to take over Earth as many people have speculated. If they really wanted to, they possess the technology to have done that ten times over already.

You take a while trying to come up with a clever bio and spend an even longer time mulling over which pictures of yourself to choose, but you eventually complete your profile.

The first few matches you make are not very successful.

Whether it’s human guys feeding you terrible pickup lines or alien guys who can’t make it past the language barrier—or who ask you to move back with them to their home planet after two days of talking—you don’t see any potential love interests during your first two weeks of using the app. 

You’re not sure what kind of skills Malika used to make multiple good matches, but maybe you need to interrogate her so you can sharpen your own. So you decide to do exactly that.

“Don’t give up on it just yet. Just be yourself—which also means not being afraid to cuss someone out if they come at you crazy. Some of these dudes lowkey like the mean girl shit, though, which is kinda weird.” Malika speaks from the shimmering translucent mirage of your hologram pad as you walk through the park one afternoon. She couldn’t make it out to meet you today, but you managed to snatch a moment to talk to her even if it couldn’t be face-to-face. “You probably shouldn’t expect to find a boyfriend in the first few days—”

“Girl, I don't think anyone was expecting that. Duh.”

“I’m saying, just give it time!”

“Okay, but listen. You didn’t tell me it’s also for aliens. Have you dated one before? You never told me!” You lower your voice then, not wanting anyone nearby to eavesdrop on your conversation and hear that part. You feel kinda bad for even thinking that way, but it’s hard to shake the stigma associated with interacting with aliens.

“Yes, and it was the best sex I ever had, but maybe I’ll tell you about that later.”

“Sis. Don’t withhold tea from me!”

“Someday when you’re not literally standing in the middle of the park, okay?” Malika shakes her head, smiling.

“Don’t forget about it, either.”

“I won’t. And you know what to do if you find a guy. I want to be the first to know!”

“Sure, sure. I wouldn’t hold my breath on it, though.”

You decide to spend some more time on the app after that conversation instead of just deleting it like you’d planned to initially. And one day, you get another new match that catches your eye out of the many others.

“Ten? Like the number…?” Besides the interesting name, you immediately see that he’s an extraterrestrial. From the Sommu race, as it says in his bio.

You click on his profile.

You’re a little surprised by how pretty he is, which isn’t to say the other aliens you matched with were all hideous. But he doesn’t have tentacles coming out of his face or two sets of eyes, either. The most noticeable thing about his alienness is his blue skin.

“Likes...dancing, art, music, okay so we have an artist type here...dislikes...fruit. Huh. That’s...interesting.”

The pictures of him on his profile are all deliberately artistic, as in they aren’t just some half-baked selfies he took with a hologram pad. You grow increasingly curious. It’s safe to say he’s either super into himself or just appreciates the art of good photography, and you figure there’s only one way to find out. You decide to take the first step and message him.

➤ Nice pictures :) 

You don’t know when or if you’ll get a message back, since he’s not online when you send it, so you try not to get your hopes up too much. Maybe you should’ve tried to come up with something more cool and funny—nice pictures?—but you try to remember Malika’s advice and roll your eyes to yourself. There’s no point in getting stressed over a dude you don’t even know yet.

You eventually get a reply back from Ten.

➤ thank you 🙏 are you into photography too? you have talent for taking beautiful photos 

You giggle quietly to yourself; another line, but it’s definitely one of the tamer ones you’ve received. Why not see where this one goes?

The first conversation you have consists mostly of the regular getting-to-know-you talk, such as your personal interests and favorite things. You get him to talk more about his photography hobby, which he’s eager to tell you all about—as well as his penchant for art.

To your optimism, you and Ten quickly get comfortable with each other. You soon forget about all the other potential matches you have, but those don't matter much to you anymore. So far, you’ve connected the most successfully with Ten, which means you’re more than glad to stop spending your time reading boring messages from guys who’ve only pretended to have things in common with you.

Things go so well, in fact, that he asks you to meet in person not long after you begin talking to each other.

For your first meetup, you decide to meet at a park nearby—the same one you’d been walking through the day you were talking to Malika about that very dating app. You and Ten have talked through the hologram pad on multiple occasions, so you’re more reassured that you’re not starting from scratch with some faceless being. Still, the thrill of seeing each other in person for the first time is undeniable.

“Y/N?” You turn your head at the sound of your name, and you see Ten walking towards you.

“Ten!” You give him a smile, waving at him. You feel a little more nervous than you usually would on a date, though you can’t tell if it’s the good kind of nervousness. You mostly chalk it up to not having been out with anyone in a while.

Ten’s just as pretty up close as he was in the photos and on camera, if not even more attractive; he’s breathtaking in the light of the sun. His hair is styled nicely, meticulously-place strands curling over his forehead, and his clothes perfectly outline his slim body. He looks pleased to see you, his lips curving into a coy smile.

“You could’ve given me a warning,” he says as he outstretches his arms to you. You hug him, but not without a questioning glance on your face. He is warm and smells good, like juniper, which almost makes you forget about your question.

“Warned you about what?”

“How you’re even more beautiful in person.” He says this at your ear before pulling away, and it makes the back of your neck bloom with heat.

“Oh, you’re laying it on thick.” You giggle nervously, shifting on your feet.

“Are you ready to go?” he asks.

“Yes, let’s go!”

You leave the park to go to an aquarium nearby, which is the biggest one in the city. You find out quickly that Ten is easily fascinated by the wide range of creatures there. Despite living on Earth for a few years now, he hasn’t seen a lot of them until now.

You walk through the blue-lit hallways together, surrounded by water everywhere you turn. You observe the different animals up close and from far away, reading information about them from the signs beside their tanks.

“What the hell is that?” Ten says through laughter, looking at the squished-up mouth of a stingray as it floats in front of the glass, baring its pale underside to you both.

“It’s a stingray!”

He scrunches his nose up. “It’s ugly. But kinda cute, too…”

You both end up staying at the aquarium longer than you expected, with Ten wanting to see practically every animal they had on display; plus, you got to see some you weren’t familiar with before either.

After visiting the aquarium, you go downtown—which is otherwise known as food truck central, where you can get pretty much anything you’re craving. This area is always quite busy this time of evening, especially on the weekends. Food in hand, you and Ten end up walking through a few of the quieter back streets where there’s not as many people—streets where the closely-packed buildings give way to the grassy yards and paved roads of nearby neighborhoods.

“Should we talk about our families now, or is it too soon?” you say jokingly. “You know, that seems to be the only thing we haven’t mentioned after talking about everything else under the sun.” You’re not entirely sure why you bring this up while knowing your own relationship with your parents isn’t great, but you are curious to hear about Ten’s family.

“I don’t really know mine,” he replies.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You feel a little bad about it, thinking there was definitely a reason why he never mentioned the topic.

Ten looks confused for a moment before shaking his head. “No, it’s not like that. Sommu never form close bonds with their parents or siblings.”

You give him a curious look. “Why not?”

“Well, we aren’t born or raised the human way,” he explains. “Our parents have a bunch of us at once, raise us for the first couple of years, and then go off to reproduce again and continue the population.”

You’re startled at that. “Just for a few years? How do you survive?”

“We age faster...both physically and mentally. We become independent around 4 or 5 years old, and we can live without our parents.”

“That’s...definitely very different.” You try to wrap your mind around that information, though it’s difficult. Even with your not-so-healthy relationship with your parents, you couldn’t imagine having no family whatsoever at such a young age. You also can’t even begin to comprehend what it’d look like to be taking care of yourself at only 5 years old, fast aging or not. “But, you said a bunch at once...how is that possible?”

“We are formed inside things like eggs. It’s not like your form of childbirth. See?” And you become flustered when he lifts his shirt up to show his lack of a belly button, right there in the middle of the street.

“Uh, wow.”

“The human concepts of ‘family’ and ‘relationships’ are...very new to me.” He seems a little embarrassed to admit this. “That’s why I, um, joined a dating app, for more experience...I was told I need to learn to be more…” He searches for the word. “Im...pertinent?”

“...Empathetic?”

“Yeah, that.”

“So, did that come from a previous partner, or…?”

“Yeah, I’ve had two relationships since I’ve been here.” He seems wistful now, maybe a little sad. “They didn’t work out well. Maybe we were too different.” Before the mood can shift too far into negativity, Ten turns to you with a soft smile. “But maybe that’s not the kind of thing you want to hear while we’re on a date.”

You shake your head and smile. “I don’t mind, it’s interesting to know about.” More than interesting. You want to ask him a hundred more things about what his life was like when he first got to Earth. “Anyway, you can never have too many new starts in life. Let’s enjoy this one.”

--

At the end of your date, Ten walks with you back to your place. It’s almost midnight at this point, with you both walking all the way back from downtown. You’d drawn more than a few skeptical stares over the course of the day, but you both did your best to ignore those and just focus on each other.

“I’m really glad we got to go out today, it was fun,” you say, hugging your arms to yourself to shield against the cool spring breeze.

“I think I haven’t had that much fun in a while,” he agrees. Ten smiles wide then, the tip of his tongue sticking out from between his teeth, and you have to do a double take. 

“What—”

“Oh, that. Sometimes I forget everyone doesn’t have this...” And when he sticks his tongue out, you see clearly now that it’s split halfway down the middle. Sort of like how a snake’s would be. “D’you like it?” His expression is wicked when he asks this, and a strange heat sweeps through your body.

“Wow.” You cringe at your lackluster answer, but that’s the only thing you can muster up at the moment, too busy internally questioning yourself. You’ve seen body modders with split tongues in documentaries and on the internet, but it’s never appealed to you like this before, and you don’t know what to do with that new realization.

“It’s okay, it takes some getting used to.” He gives you a smile that might be called innocent by anyone else, but to your eyes it’s quite obvious he’s proud about making you flustered.

“Getting used to...yeah, I’m sure.” There are about 15 different questions you want to ask him about that, too, but you aren’t going there on the first date.

“So...can I expect to see you again?”

“Of course.” You smile again at the hopeful note in his tone. “Just let me know whenever you want to go out again.”

Before Ten leaves, he places a hand on your shoulder and kisses you on the cheek. It’s a simple and short kiss, but it still makes you blush beneath your brown skin.

You wave goodbye to him from your doorstep as he goes, feeling like you’ve finally done something right for the first time in a long time.

You’d taken a chance with dating an extraterrestrial, someone so different from yourself and your species, and you figured it would be a new experience. Obviously. What you did not bet on, however, was the idea that you’d fall for Ten so fast.

After three months of dating exclusively, you feel like you could say you love him, which is frighteningly quick for you; though you don’t tell him this yet.

You’ve decided to bring him to meet your family. The idea frightens you, because your parents have never been very receptive to the aliens’ migration. But you are still holding out some hope that maybe they’ll realize all their assumptions were wrong, and that you’ve found a nice man who you love and who you’re sure loves you just as much. Whether he’s human or not shouldn’t matter.

You manage to set a date when all your schedules match up so you can bring Ten over to your parent’s house. Ten is nervous—more nervous than he was when you went on your first date—which you find a little surprising. You’ve gotten used to him being the one who you can lean on, who always seems to know the right answer.

“Do you think it will go well?” he asks, his tone implying he’s not confident of the answer.

“I hope so.” You give him a smile that you hope is reassuring and squeeze his hand.

When your parents open the door, there’s visible surprise on their faces. You’d already told them your boyfriend was not human, which drew doubtful responses when you first said it, but they’re acting as if they never knew that information—as if this is the first time they’re seeing an alien, period.

“Um…hi, mom, dad.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Ten says, though his own tone is overly formal, like he doesn’t know how he should speak. “I’m Ten.”

Your parents pause for a few moments longer. Finally, the awkward quiet is broken. “We thought you were just messing,” your dad says, though he steps out of the way to let you both come in, if a bit reluctantly.

“I—no.” You’re uncertain how to respond to that, though you don’t feel optimistic about what it entails. Your mother doesn’t say anything at all, just stares at you and Ten like you’re both strangers who’ve just waltzed in uninvited. She goes back in the kitchen to finish dinner once the door is closed, not saying anything to either one of you, and you already feel a cold pit settling in the bottom of your stomach.

Your dad sits in the living room with you and Ten, and another awkward silence ensues as your dad gives a stiff smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. He clasps his fingers together and pulls them apart repeatedly, like they’ll give him the answers for what’s going on.

“This is just a fling, right? Of course you won’t be staying with this ma—” Your dad almost says man but then stutters, thinking maybe the term isn’t appropriate since Ten isn’t human. He makes a vague gesture to fill in the space of the missing word.

“It’s not a fling,” you say, feeling like you’ve had cold water poured down your back. You’re sitting straight and still on the couch, and it’s not comfortable, but you’re too tense to move. Ten is almost equally stiff beside you.

“Y/N, we just want you to make good decisions for yourself.” That’s what your dad says out loud, though the look in his eyes finishes the rest of that sentence: And I don’t think this is a good decision.

“I am,” you insist. “I don’t need to be told that over and over again.”

“Me and Y/N are happy together,” Ten explains, and your dad seems a little shocked that he’s decided to speak.

“Do you truly think you’re what she needs?” your dad asks. You’re not sure what makes you more angry; the question itself, or the fact that he keeps his tone non-accusatory and light, as if he’s only asking something like where do you work? Like the answer doesn’t matter because he’s already made up his mind.

“As long as Y/N wants to keep seeing me, there’s no reason to stop our relationship.”

A sound of displeasure comes from your mother in the kitchen, and your skin prickles. Your dad nods to Ten’s answer, but he does so in a way that conveys he just wants this conversation to be over rather than consider anything that was said.

You deeply regret not leaving straight after that failed discussion, but you soon find out just how bad it can get once you all make it to the dinner table. Your mother is chillingly silent for the first half of the dinner, acting like neither you nor Ten exist, while your dad attempts to make awkward small talk about how things are going.

There comes a point where you can no longer handle the cold sweat and the nerves, and you put your utensils down. Not that you had much of an appetite anyway.

“Why won’t you even talk to me?”

Your mother glares. “You can’t guess? What kind of question is that to ask?”

You falter. You don’t know why she always does this to you. Ask ridiculous rhetorical questions that you both already know the answer to. Now you must sit here and explain why you asked like it isn’t already obvious.

“I’m visiting after I haven’t been here in a while. With my boyfriend. I thought...I don’t know. The least you could do—” Your mother shakes her head at the word “boyfriend,” and you already know everything else you said went in one ear and out the other.

“I still don’t know why you didn’t just stay with Christian?” she interrupts. “He had a decent job, came to see us often, and was NOT an alien.”

“But he cheated on me,” you say, a sickness rising in you.

“That’s what men do sometimes, Y/N. You deal with it and move on. You’re supposed to be strong—fix whatever is making him do it.”

You and Ten exchange a tense look, and there is clear confusion whirling in his eyes, but you don’t say anything to each other. “That relationship is over. I’m trying to do something for myself for once, not whatever you think I should do.” Even saying those words makes you internally recoil, unsure of what the reaction will be, but you don’t take them back.

“You may be an adult but we’re still your parents. Frankly, you need to be with a man of your own race and species—not this blue Martian here. How would you even have kids?”

Ten gives a humorless laugh, like he wants to respond but doesn’t want to make the situation worse or offend you. “You know what, I should just leave,” he says abruptly, rising from his seat.

You get up quickly after he does, but your mom slams her hand on the table. “Y/N, you better not walk out of here.”

You feel defeated and exhausted, like you always do when dealing with your parents and their objections to every single thing you do, but you decide not to give in this time. “Stop treating me like I’m still a child, ma.”

“What does being an adult matter when you still act childish? Don’t come back here crying when this doesn’t work out. I’ve already warned you more than enough.”

“That isn’t going to happen.” 

“So now you think you know better than me, when you couldn’t even keep a man the first time around.”

“This is hopeless,” you sigh, feeling wounded and angry at all these cheap shots.

“Y/N, please just listen to your mother for once…” your dad interjects, but you try your best to ignore their protests as you grab your things and follow Ten to the door. You can still hear your mother’s angry complaints as you close the front door behind you, though you’re surprised—but grateful—that neither of them attempt to follow you outside.

The ride back home is uncomfortable and mostly quiet.

“I’m sorry, Ten,” you say, feeling like you’ve been frozen from the inside out despite it being nearly summer. You’re near tears when you speak. Ten shakes his head, keeping his eyes on the road ahead.

“It’s not your fault…” he replies weakly, though his words aren’t very persuasive to either of you.

He still walks you up to your door when you arrive back at your place, trailing slightly behind you. The night air is distractingly humid, wrapping around the both of you like a physical thing. Neither of you know what to say to each other.

When you get to your front door, you turn to look at him. “I shouldn’t have made you come. I should’ve known...” 

“I wanted to come,” he points out. “You didn’t make me do anything.” Ten’s tone isn’t outright harsh, but the words are noticeably sharp. Maybe he realizes it, because his face softens as if he’s said something wrong.

You nod. It’s as if there’s a mountainous gap between you two that you just can’t cross right now. “I get it.” You say this almost mindlessly, because you’re not sure what you’re getting, exactly. Your hand rests on the doorknob. You don’t want to end the night on this awkward and painful note, but neither of you are making any progress with this lack of a real conversation. Maybe now isn’t the right time to try to talk about it.

“I think...I’ll just go home tonight.” You expected he’d say that, but the words still make your heart hurt, even if you don’t want them to. He looks like he might say something else, but he just gives you a small nod before starting off.

“Ten…” You don’t know what you want to ask of him or tell him, if anything, but his name slips from your lips like it’s something you can’t keep inside.

Ten stops for a moment and turns back to you. He steps closer again, leaning forward to give you a soft kiss on the lips. When he pulls back, his eyes hold you in place.

He mumbles, “I’m not mad at you,” before leaving.

More than anything, you want to know how Ten is doing, but you’re too ashamed to contact him for the first couple days after that mess of a night. Maybe he thinks you’re just like your parents and doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore. His reassurance at the door wasn’t enough to soothe your worries, and you end up tearing yourself up internally over it—repeatedly recalling the warmth of his lips and wondering if that’s maybe the last time you’ll ever feel it.

Similarly, nothing but radio silence comes from his end. He doesn’t respond even after you finally muster up the nerve to send him a text—a short text, but still a message all the same—and you fear he must really be done with you.

On Ten’s part, he does have one justification for it; he’s preoccupied with dealing with the avalanche of unpleasant memories and emotions that incident resurfaced. Everything about what your parents said and how they looked at him reminds him of his past and ongoing struggles with trying to assimilate on Earth.

Even though he’s often very sure of himself and what he wants, he begins wondering if he’s “enough” for you. Maybe you’ve just been humoring him this whole time, or you’ve decided your parents are right and you’d be better off with another human. 

Those thoughts keep him up into the early morning hours, and he soon realizes he doesn’t want to let you go. In fact, he’s not sure what he’d do with himself if you decided to walk out of his life right now, and the idea of it makes him ill. Which makes him feel even more foolish for tuning you out.

Ten’s anxiety over losing you culminates in him standing on your doorstep again after almost a week of emptiness and not knowing how you were thinking or feeling—which has been killing him in its own way.

You’re not quite sure how to feel when you open the door and see him on the other side, but relief shoulders its way to the forefront.

“Y/N, I’m sorry—”

“Can you please—”

You both speak at the same time, your words breaking afterwards. 

“You can talk first,” Ten says.

“Come in.” You let him in the door, and the words start spilling before you know how to stop them. “Ten, I-I’m...really sorry. I should’ve known better than to put you in that situation, but I thought…” Your words trail off. You don’t want to let him know just how desperate you still are for your parents’ approval sometimes. Even though it’s a fruitless case. “I just wanted it to go well. I want things to work now, for us. I really, really want things to work for us.”

Ten surprises himself with how quickly he moves to take you in his arms before the last words have even finished settling in his mind. He hugs you tightly. “I thought maybe you wouldn’t want me anymore,” he whispers, like he’s telling you something forbidden.

“That couldn’t happen.” You’re saddened he’d come to that conclusion. “But...it’s not fair for you to leave me in the dark, either. I want to help you...so would you please let me?”

Ten squeezes you a bit tighter, as if you might disappear from his arms. “I’m sorry I ghosted you...it brought back bad memories of how things were when I first got here. When people were more open about treating me like some kind of enemy. I didn’t know how to deal with it.” You tuck your chin into his shoulder and listen to his breathing, his heartbeat, the sound of his words. “Y/N, I’m not sure if I’m very good at love, or if I even know enough about it. Maybe the others were right and I’m kidding myself with something I’ll never properly learn. But, I…” His voice cracks. “I-I think I love you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Entirely overwhelmed, you answer his admission with a long kiss, cupping his face in your hands. His response to your kiss is automatic, the knots of tension unraveling in your embrace.

“I love you, Ten,” you whisper against his lips after you separate. Here and now, it doesn’t feel too soon at all; there couldn’t be a better time to say it. His expression is a lot of things at once. Relief, happiness, contentment...he’s blushing, but it shows up as a darker blue on his already blue skin. When he smiles, it turns his whole face into a picture of joy.

--

“I want to go away.” Quietly, you tell him this as you rest your head in his lap.

You’re both lying on your couch, the room dim and the sound of rain occupying the silence. A downpour started coming down soon after Ten got to your place. You’ve sat there just like that and listened to the rain on the windows for the past couple hours, not wanting to do anything else or separate from each other. You knew he wouldn’t want to go home, and you didn’t even have to ask him to stay.

Ten’s been petting your hair the whole time. The motion of his fingers in your kinky strands makes you sleepy, but now the movements pause at your words.

“Go where?” he asks.

“Away from all this. My parents hate me, and they won’t let me have any peace as long as I’m with you. I just want to go away for a while.” Despite you overflowing with love after finally getting your feelings out in the open, the thought of your parents’ disapproval has lingered steadily in the recesses of your mind. You close your eyes against the tears that begin to well up. Ten’s quiet for a few more moments, and then begins stroking your head again.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

A few tears fall despite you trying to keep them in, and your eyelids flutter when you feel Ten’s fingers on your face, wiping them away. “Then we’ll go away.”

Ten’s homeland is a planet where the sun—or rather, a star called Proxima Centauri that’s much like the sun—is always out, no matter what time of day it is. There are days where it rains or gets cloudy, but night never falls and the star never dips any lower in the sky, always staying pinned in that same spot like a tack on a corkboard. That everlasting light throws your body clock off, and combined with this weird new form of jet lag associated with space travel, you are a mess for the first week or so after your arrival.

Ten makes a few jokes about fragile human bodies, but for the most part he tends to you as best as he knows how and tells you stories about how he grew up to get your mind off the discomfort. He feeds you these neon green drinks that don’t look like anything on Earth you’ve had before, and although they do make you feel better, you begin to think maybe you should’ve had a wellness plan before running off-planet.

You aren’t the only human who’s ever visited or even lived there, though, which gives you reassurance about adjusting to everything. By now, there’s a small population of human beings living here due to the interplanetary exchange initiated by Earth.

Before you left, Ten told you he had a small home in his homeland. You didn’t quite expect to hear this, since he’d been on Earth for a while now and had no family to return to. Though he’d migrated, he still expected to come back to his planet every so often, if only to visit. Now was as good a time as any.

Although many differences exist, the scenery is much like Earth’s; there are ecosystems with plants and animals and other living beings—like the Sommu themselves. Ten’s homeland is not filled with wall-to-wall technology like you’d expect an alien city to be, based on the small examples you’ve seen on Earth. You might compare it to the tropics back on Earth, with the Sommu yielding to nature’s rightful place in their ecosystem instead of clearing out whole forests or continually mining for resources. Ten is amused by your struggle to comprehend the newness and unfamiliarity of it all.

When you feel good enough to explore, he starts taking you to the beach often. It looks mostly like any other beach, but there are large coral forms that grow out of the ocean, reaching up towards the impossibly blue and constantly illuminated sky. Because there is no moon to guide the tides, the water is eerily still, the surface mirror-like—like a huge lake or pond that extends in almost every direction for miles. You’d almost believe it was a mirror if you hadn’t seen a bird-like creature skimming across the surface as it flew by, creating fleeting ripples.

You swim around a little in the still waters after Ten convinces you that you aren’t going to turn into a fish or something equally scary. He has to hold both your hands the entire time to get you to step in, and he doesn’t let go until you’re confident enough to explore the water on your own.

“Just focus on me, okay?” His smile is bright and shining against his blue skin, and he looks you directly in the eyes as he backs into the water, breaking the surreal stillness of it with his movements. “It’s just like the water on Earth.”

“Okay, okay,” you say uncertainly, gripping his hands and stepping in tentatively. The water does feel like any other water you’ve touched throughout your life, which helps you calm down slightly. His hands stay tight around yours as you get waist-deep into the water.

When you’re finally able to let go of him, he claps his hands more enthusiastically than the situation probably calls for. “Yay, you’re a big girl now!”

You roll your eyes at him. “You’re not funny, Ten.”

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On a bright afternoon, Ten lets you into a room of his house you haven’t entered before. You’ve passed by this shining white door several times, but it’s always remained firmly shut until now.

“What’s in here?” you ask as you hold his hand.

“That’s what I’m going to show you.” He laughs and pushes the door open.

You think it’s a darkroom at first, seeing nothing but dim light and the shiny surfaces of what looks like photographs as your eyes adjust. But when he touches his hand to a panel on the wall and the lights come on, you realize it’s not a darkroom. More like a small gallery for all his pictures.

The “pictures” are physical, but they aren’t like the old Polaroids or film photos that have begun fading out of existence on Earth. They’re small crystalline squares that play eternally-moving videos on their glossy surfaces—a bit different from the translucent holograms Earth adopted. You step further into the room to look at them. It’d probably take days to explore them all, there are so many. Different scenes play out as soundless movies, and when you look for long enough, you realize they’re split into different categories. Numerous events within a life.

Many are of the beach, other scenic places around his homeland, oddly-shaped buildings, and plants in colors that there are no names on Earth for. You step closer to one of the walls to look at the collection of images more closely. You actually do “recognize” a select few, linking them together with old memories Ten had shared with you only weeks ago. There’s so much happening in these small snippets of time, so many stories you haven’t yet heard, that you feel like you could look at them forever and not get enough.

“This is...something else.” Your words seem inadequate, but you don’t quite know how to express your sheer wonder.

“I could take some of you,” Ten suggests, from somewhere behind you. “I want to.”

You glance back at him. “Hm, yeah.”

“I’m serious.” Ten comes up behind you to clasp his arms around your waist. He tucks his chin into your shoulder. His lips are close at your neck, and you let them linger there. One of your hands goes to his own hand that’s over your waist, and you run your fingertips over his knuckles as you gaze at the photo wall before you. “I think you’d be the perfect muse.”

“You could do that.” You’re still entranced with it all, and you already know you’ve made up your mind to let him take as many photos of you as he wants.

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The next time you go to the beach, Ten takes some photos of you standing near the huge coral forms—or at least as close as you are willing to get—and he laughs at your lingering hesitation.

Still, the crystalline photos he takes of you are the embodiment of perfection. When you look over them later, watching yourself twirl around and strike silly poses in the water, you can almost hear the sound of your laughter twining together and feel the warmth of a star that’s not the sun on your skin.

“What if we stayed here?”

You ask Ten this while you’re lying in his bed, watching a kaleidoscope of shapes on the ceiling. The bedroom window is open to allow the breeze to come in. The ceiling of the bedroom—and every other room in the house—is more like an ever-changing reflection of shapes and colors than an actual ceiling. You might compare it to a mirror, like the surface of the ocean, but you think it’s much more complex than that. Sometimes you can see the distorted outline of yourself in it, like a funhouse mirror. Other times, you see the sky above.

Ten lies beside you with one hand behind his head and the other resting on his stomach, and he turns his head to look at you.

“Stayed?”

“If we just decided not to...go back to Earth.”

He pauses for a few moments. “Is that a good idea? You have a whole life there...and your friends…” Ten doesn’t mention your family, which you are grateful for.

You sigh. Nothing like a quick injection of reality after letting your imagination get ahead of you. “We’d have to go back. I’d have to tell them goodbye. And sort some other things out. Maybe it wouldn’t happen right now. But, after I do everything I need to do on Earth...maybe I could migrate here.”

“That’s a big decision to make...and it should be yours to decide.” Ten pauses again, like he’s weighing his words. “You know I don’t have many connections on Earth…” In other words, leaving Earth and returning home for good might not be as big of a deal for him as it would be for you.

You sit up and look out the window, seeing how the warm wind stirs the trees outside. “I want to.” You say it almost inaudibly, your words nearly carried off by the breeze. You turn back to him only to find him already there, sitting across from you and looking at you closely. Your faces are only inches from each other’s as he searches your eyes. “What do you want to do?”

“I’ll do anything you want to.” Ten’s voice is earnest, like he’d follow you to Hell and back if you asked, and you believe him.

Resting your hand on his cheek, you kiss him.

This kiss is a little different from the ones you’ve shared before—more yearning. More desperate. You kiss like there won’t be enough time to do all the things you want to do with each other—to each other. His split tongue bumps against yours, caresses it, and it causes a shiver to go down your spine, like it always does.

You end up lying back on the bed again with Ten’s body crowding yours in, legs tangling together and hips pressing against one another’s. Neither of you have made a move to take the other’s clothes off yet, but then he separates from your lips for a long moment and studies your features, from your eyebrows down to your mouth.

“Touch yourself for me.”

Your mouth drops open slightly.

“I want to see it.” He takes one of your hands and guides it up under your skirt and between your legs, pressing your fingers against your sex through your underwear, and you look at him with wide eyes, taking a deep breath. He lets go of your hand, and you keep yours right where it is. You’re slightly nervous about his black gaze trained on you, unrelenting and prying, but you begin to move your hand anyway. 

Over your underwear, you press your finger between your lower lips, sliding between them and over your clit, and a little tremor goes through your body. You find yourself getting wet more quickly than you normally would with Ten watching you as you tease your entrance. You breathe a little heavier but make no sound yet. One of Ten’s hands reaches out for your ankle, though he doesn’t do anything other than keep his fingers there, a light touch that keeps passing back and forth over your ankle bone.

You circle your fingers across your clit more insistently, your legs tensing as the pleasure mounts higher. Ten’s lips part as he watches you, a heavy breath escaping from his chest. The hand on your ankle slides higher up your leg, just below your thigh, like he wants to slide his fingers into the mix and take over, but he doesn’t make a move to do so just yet.

Finally, Ten reaches under your skirt to pull your sticky panties off, sliding them slowly down your legs and leaving them somewhere on the floor. You want him to touch you again, the brush of his hands against your hips not enough, but he doesn’t grant your desire. “Keep going,” he says, leaning back on his hands, and you can see he’s growing hard.

You bring your hand back to its original place between your thighs, sliding through the wetness more easily and shuddering when your fingertips graze over your clit. You slide a finger into yourself then. A small moan slips out, and you close your eyes, but Ten’s fingers pinch your chin—not enough to hurt, but the sudden touch makes you look at him. “Keep your eyes open.” His thumb presses into your lower lip, and he stares at your mouth for a moment like he’s imagining sliding something hard and hot between your lips.

Ten kisses you on the lips again, and this time he trails the kisses down your body until he’s gripping your thighs on either side of his face. You pause in your movements when he reaches the junction of your thighs, and you watch as he grabs your hand and slips your finger out of yourself. He sucks the slick digit into his mouth, and you cannot tear your eyes away from him.

He lets your hand go and pulls you a few inches closer to his face, dragging you across the bed, and you can barely get your bearings back to sit up again when he slips his tongue through your lower lips. You moan, and he responds to that by repeating it again, catching your clit between the split in his tongue, and wiggling both sides.

“Oh Jesus...oh fuck.” Your hands go to Ten’s hair, pulling on it as you push your hips closer to his mouth, your back curving up. He is alluring tucked between your thighs like this, teasing and sucking your clit with his split tongue and prodding his fingers at your hole until he chooses to slide two of them inside.

His free hand keeps you close against his face as he eats you out, that wondrous tongue sliding against the most sensitive part of your body and making you gasp with boundless pleasure. Little droplets of moisture bead at the corners of your eyes from how good it feels, your stomach tensing and releasing as you try your best to keep still.

He has to keep his grip on your body tight when you come, as you try to squirm away from his tongue because of how stimulated you are. He only lets you go after he’s satisfied himself with licking up all the wet that’s spilled from you.

Then he strips your skirt off for you, because he knows you’re not quite in a state to do it for yourself right now. He peels the rest of your clothes off similarly, which doesn’t take much time or effort to do; you’ve dressed lightly for the weather.

Ten looks at you lying beneath him on the bed, his gaze stuck somewhere between awe and lust. 

He slips out of his own clothes with a certain practiced ease. Yes, he’s really blue everywhere. He looks mostly human-like everywhere, too, except for the lack of a belly button. 

Ten kisses you deeply as he slips into you, and you clutch at his sides. He tries to keep his pace slow at first, maybe for your sake or to just savor how it feels, but he gives into the feeling of you squeezing around him and starts thrusting into you faster. There is already sweat sliding down to his jaw, though you think it might be because of the heat, too.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” comes out of you in a voice you hardly recognize as your own.

His pelvis sliding against your clit from the proximity of your bodies makes you curl your fingers into the strands of his hair, wanting to touch every part of him you can. His lips go to the sweat-slicked skin of your shoulder, leaving little wet kisses behind as he wraps an arm around your waist and simply fucks into you, his shaft dragging against your walls.

He eventually separates himself from your neck, though it comes with some effort, to gaze at your face again. However, he finds that your eyes have drifted shut.

“Do you wanna come?” Ten asks, softly, gently, like you might break apart if he speaks too loud.

You’re a little winded from how he’s thrusting into you and can’t yet see the motive behind this question—because of course you do—but you answer with a shaky “I-I want to.”

“Then don’t look away from me.” His voice becomes harsher on these words.

“I…” Your lips move without any real words behind them as he thrusts into you harder, sinking all the way into you before pulling out to the tip. You want do what he’s just told you, but you find it difficult with the way he’s intent on burying himself into you, his eyes piercing into your own. “Mmm, I-I…”

You don’t know if you can, but the way he’s kindling your rising heat with each thrust makes you want to try very, very hard. Ten keep his hands on the sides of your face so you cannot look anywhere but at him.

The pleasure bears down on you more with each second, and you try to keep your breathing steady as another climax approaches.

“You’re almost there, come on baby,” he coaxes you, sloppily kissing the corner of your mouth before slipping his tongue in again. The way you gasp against his lips and tighten around him signals him to your orgasm, and he sits back to watch it play across your face, smirking at how you moan his name desperately.

Ten’s continued thrusts make you shiver from the flood of sensations overcoming your body, and you whimper at his movements until he pulls out and comes on your abdomen.

Ten gives you time to recover after you come down from your second orgasm, though he makes sure to lay a few more enamored kisses on your weakened body. He gets off the bed and exits the room after that. You don’t bother to ask where he’s going, because you know he’ll be back anyway.

When Ten comes back, he has his camera with him. The teasing tilt of his lips never leaves his face as he points it towards you. He takes a photo of you lying on his bed nude, with the breeze coming in and rustling the tree leaves and your hair, your skin shining bronze under the light of the eternal star. Then he comes closer, making the bed sink under his weight, and nudges your legs apart. He takes more photos of your lower stomach glistening with sweat and his cum—and photos of him sliding his slender fingers between your thighs and bringing you careening into another bout of euphoria.

The camera is soon forgotten after you come again. Ten climbs fully back onto the bed now and pulls you into his lap. His dick is hard again, and the length of it nudges against your lower lips, making you whimper from how sensitive you still are. He shushes you with a kiss and lifts your hips so he can slide into you, his shaft nudging that soft spot inside you and making you grip onto his arms.

You’re too mushy and dazed to do anything but let him push his hips up into you while you cling to him, your head lolling back. Ten’s mouth goes to the open expanse of your neck, and he wets your skin with his tongue.

The kaleidoscope of shapes above you on the ceiling morphs into one glistening reflection, throwing the blurred shapes of your bodies back to you. It’s like looking through a dense fog. You’re a little caught off guard by it, and you stare up at your nude forms. Ten looks up as well to see the cloudy figure of you cradled in his lap, and he only grins and thrusts up into you harder and smacks your ass in reply.

He grinds into you while he has you sitting full on his dick, and you think he must have set off your internal “reset” button somewhere between landing slaps on your ass and repeatedly hitting your g-spot. Your mind is blissfully, amazingly blank. The only clear thing you can distinguish is how he feels in and around you.

When you come this time, it comes with a gush of wetness that makes Ten whisper several smug praises into your ear for being such a good girl and making a mess on him.

As you quickly find out, Ten’s refractory period seems to be nonexistent, while his stamina is overflowing.

Ten knows how to mix the pain with pleasure in a way that enhances both feelings, and you don’t know if you’ve ever experienced anything more perfect. One moment, he’ll say something romantic and fairytale-like to you before shoving your head into the pillow and taking you from behind in the next moment, pulling one of your arms behind you for leverage as he thrusts into you hard. You want him to do whatever he desires to you, and so you let him hammer into you until you think your hips and ass will be bruised by the next morning.

You’ve never knew that sex could be so carnal and so loving at the same time, but this is all of those things, and it makes you feel so full that you could split at the seams. You scream, cry, and moan more times than you can count, so enveloped by pleasure that it seems like the atoms of your body will simply dissolve from the intensity.

When you both finally become too exhausted to continue, it’s still daytime. Of course. But Ten draws the blackout shade forward and seals all the light out, and so you know it must be time to sleep. Time blends together here. Even if it’s not yet the midnight hour, it will be as long as you deem it so.

“Come here,” he says, and rolls you over on the bed so you don’t have to sleep in the wet spot. You grin in sleepy amusement against his neck as he hugs you to his body. “Let’s stay right here.”

You know he’s talking about sleeping for the next few hours, but you can also imagine he’s referring to your new life—one you’ll create together.

[wtfevenismypage]

Observer, not Profiler PT.2

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

Summary: You’re similar to a profiler, but you can tell almost anything about a person just from a single glance. What they had for dinner, if they took a bath or shower, their name, favorite color, if they lie, even if they’re good in bed. You’ve been running from the government ever since you got caught hacking into their systems and since then you have been diagnosed with Extreme anxiety, anxious tics, and paranoia. But now the BAU need you’re help in Identifying killers.

Warnings: mentions of murder, mentions of child porn(for the case, doesn’t go into detail), mentions of corpses, probably a few curse words.

You watch as everyone separates, and you follow The three agents to a room with a round table and a board of pictures with dead women.

“what can you tell us about this man?”

Agent Aaron sets a file down on the table as Spencer gestures for you to sit down.

You open the file, looking at pictures of a man with short hair and a muscly build.

“His name is Maxwell, He’s thirty four. In this picture he had just finished... killing a woman. He probably had to force her away from a crowd because his social skills are lacking, he treats women like toys and men like competition. He’s a severe liar. He won’t just lie when it’s essential he’ll lie about anything for no reason. He’s killed before, but this time was for fun. He was bored.”

Agent Prentiss stares at you with her jaw on the floor, and your gaze drops to the floor.

“Okay that’s awesome. How do you do that?”

You shrug shyly before meeting her eyes.

“I’ve been able to do it ever since I was a little girl. I’m not sure why though. Don’t think I really want to know either...”

“He killed for fun?”

You nod at Aaron’s question, looking back down to avoid his steel cold stare.

“Okay, that got us much further than we could have gotten by ourselves, thank you Y/n.”

The scary agent says, returning to the victim board and analyzing everything.

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It’s been hours. You’ve sat in this room for hours and they have nothing else. 

To say you’re tired was an extreme understatement. You’ve gone three days without sleep and another three days without eating. You’re body is screaming at you to go to sleep, to just pass out right then and there, but you know you can’t.

“Y/n, are you alright?”

You nod, staring at the pictures of the dead, mutilated women. You didn’t understand how someone could do this.

“I don’t understand how you guys do this job... Staring at dead bodies all the time... You guys gotta have some sort of super power to be able to stomach this...”

Emily stifles a laugh before setting a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently before patting it twice.

“You get over it eventually, but it always haunts you.”

You let out a quiet yawn before closing your eyes and turning away from the board, the dead body sticking on your eyelids.

“Hey, I’m going out to get food, what do you all want?”

JJ says, standing in the doorway as Spencer, Aaron and Emily request their food.

“What do you want Y/n?”

You look up shocked, not expecting the offer of food.

“Umm... I’ll uh... Anything is fine I guess... Thank you.”

She smiles and nods before walking out. You sit down on a chair, your feet screaming hallelujah at the feeling of finally resting.

Spencer sits down next to you, handing you a bottle of water which you accept gratefully.

“You need to sleep, how long has it been since you last slept?”

You let out a chuckle, rubbing your sore eyes.

“I don’t know...Maybe, two, three days?”

Aaron- Hotch, turns to you with furrowed brows and mock concern. 

“You need to rest. Reid, set up a cot for her in an empty office.”

You shake your head with lidded eyes.

“No no, I’m fine I’m-”

You’re cut off by your own yawn. A faint blush creeps up on your cheeks while you rest your head on the table.

“M’ fine.”

The world slowly fades out as they call out your name again, but you’re already out cold.

When you wake up, you’re in a small sleeping bag on the floor, a pillow comforting your head. You’re up in a bolt, looking around warily before remembering what had happened withing the last twenty four hours.

Oh yeah... The FBI is using me..

You walk to the door with a sigh, looking around at the somewhat empty police station, a few officers working the stations, but it’s practically empty.

A blonde woman in colorful clothes walks by, pausing when she sees you.

“You, with me, now.”

She continues speed-walking on after that, and you run after her, following right on her heels.

“The team went out on a wild goose chase after the unsub, I need you and your magic hands to help me get into this guy’s computer, it’s blocked like nothing I’ve seen before, together we should be able to get in.”

You cringe at the thought of hacking, you haven't since the incident, but this woman is in the FBI and you’re pretty sure it’s unwise to disobey her. 

“Yes ma’am.”

She smirks and turns to you, but doesn’t say anything as she leads you into a room with five computers.

“Alright, we have to be quick. This guy is gonna kill again in ten minutes. I have the team on the line, anything you find, anything at all, tell them.”

You nod and sit at one of the two wheely chairs, looking at the database of the killers computer.

“A hash tree data structure, this dude likes things in groups. He has a NoSQL object oriented database and heavy protection on everything, he’s spent a lot of time protecting his files. This isn’t gonna be easy and I’m really rusty.”

You begin typing in every word combo you can think of, typing as fast as possible.

“Just do the best you can.”

Hotchner says over the speaker, you listen, continuing with any word combo you can think of when remembering his face.

Six minutes pass and you and Penelope still have nothing.

“Can I see another picture of him?”

She tosses a file to you, which you yank open, looking at the photo’s of him.

“Try anything star wars related, specifically characters, maybe a villain of the series.”

You tell her before tossing the folder aside and using your own advice.

Finally, you hear that satisfying noise of success from Penelope’s computer.

“We’re in.”

She enter’s the password into the computer you’re manning, which leads you to a killer’s screen.

A mutilated woman is the background, and you flinch away.

“Oh god...”

You click onto google, but it’s no better, every tab is war and chaos and horrible things. Child porn seems to be popular with him.

“Go through his stuff, look for anywhere he might be.”

You ignore all of the destruction on his desk top, clicking through everything before discovering a location.

“Got it! Go to the daycare at the Starrmole mall!”

“Copy that, all units to the Starrmole mall.”

You close the computer tabs, looking away and turning to Penelope.

“We did it my wonder girl!”

You smile as she holds her hand out for a high five, and you happily smack her hand before sitting back.

“Y’know, you would be really helpful around the office, specifically our offices?”

You look at her, shocked. Was she really recommending that you join the FBI? You couldn’t even say the word without spiraling into a tic attack.

“W-what? You... You want me to... To...”

“I think you would be great at it. You could help me out here, You don’t have to go on the field, you and I could do some serious damage together. The job pays fairly well too!”

At seeing your conflicted face, she sighs before setting a hand on your shoulder.

“Just think about it, okay?”

You nod with furrowed brows before the two of you walk out, waiting for the rest of the station to arrive.

It could be a smart Idea, working for the government instead of against it. Plus, you could do what you love again without fear of being locked up, but then again, you would have to get over looking at dead bodies everyday, you had to be ready to see them at any time.

Instead of thinking about it any longer, you direct your focus to something, or someone, else.

How the hell am I not able to read him?

You think to yourself when the image of the young Doctor fills your brain. You didn’t understand how he managed to avoid your reading, but it made you incredibly curious.

“So, what can you tell me about Dr. Reid?”

You ask Penelope with a slight blush on your cheeks. She looks at you, eyes wide and Jaw on the floor.

“Do you like him?”

You shake your head no, you had just met him! Yeah sure, maybe he was cute, but you didn’t like him like that!

“No way! Not like that! I was just confused at why I couldn’t read him! I don’t like him like that!”

“Like who like what?”

You jump in the air at the new voice, the tall Reid apologizing before sitting down across you and Penelope.

“No one! Like no one like nothing!”

You say rather aggressively, making Reid raise his hands in faux surrender, a smile plastered on his face as he laughs.

“Sorry I asked. So are you thinking of joining the Bureau?”

Your head tilts in confusion as you look at him, how the hell did he know that? As if he could hear your thoughts, he gives an answer.

“Garcia forgot to hang up, so we heard the conversation. Well I heard, everyone else shut their devices off, but I was pretty far away so I just turned around and came back.”

You and Penelope nod, but you look away.

“I’m not sure... I just... I spent my entire life running, but you guys found me, and now I’m supposed to join the forces of good and fight crime? I’m just having a difficult time deciding.”

They look at you with an understanding look, they know you’re having a difficult time with all of this, suddenly being pushed to let down all of your walls now. They knew you hated being center of attention.

Damn profilers...

You almost laugh at your thoughts, but you can’t, because the rest of the profilers and the Police just walked in with a serial killer.

“Well, you might want to choose quickly. We leave first thing in the morning. If you want to join the Bureau, I can talk to Hotch about bringing you with us on the jet, if not, we’ll arrange another jet to take you to any city you want, and you can start living there.”

Your mouth hangs open, it was already ten p.m, and you only had until morning to figure this out? Fucking perfect.

“I’ll go talk to Hotch about it. Spencer, give the girl some space to think, alright?”

The two nod at each other before walking off, Garcia going to inform Hotch and Spencer going to talk to the killer.

“This is a fucking mess.”

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You’ve spent the entire night thinking your options over, but you were still no closer to a choice than you were four hours ago. 

The night is silent. The entire office is asleep and you’re sipping on a cup of coffee, watching the stars as your debate marches on in your brain.

“Hey.”

It’s a deep voice, Derek, he sits in a chair next to you, plopping an arm on the back of your chair.

“Can’t sleep huh?”

You chuckle.

“That’s an oversimplification. I’m just trying to decide what the hell I’m going to do. If I join you, there are so many good things that’ll come out of it, but if I don’t-”

“You aren’t joining the FBI because you’re scared. You think you’re betraying yourself. I’ll tell you right now you aren’t betraying anyone. This is a chance to help yourself. To try something new. It’s a great job believe it or not, and I think you’ll fit right in with the team. Reid, Garcia, Emily, and I already think you’re great, but if you really don’t want to, nobodies making you okay?”

You nod, tears in your eyes as Derek brings you to a realization. You never even thought of it that way, but it made complete sense. Of course you held back because you didn’t want to betray yourself, you always did everything for your past self.

“Thank you Derek...”

Reid already thinks you’re great.

A smile crawls onto your face at the friendships that could be made. Just imagining working late nights with Dr. Reid made you happy.

“Does... Does Dr. Reid really think I’m great?”

He laughs before standing up and walking away.

That didn’t answer my question...

You think to yourself before returning your gaze to the sky. It was so bright, the stars were so easily seen at night. It was gorgeous, the way that the night sky was illuminated with constellations.

The rest of the night is quiet, you let yourself forget about the debate of the FBI job and you let yourself relax, listening to the hum of quiet jazz playing on the speakers.

When the rest of the police department wakes up, the FBI profilers included, they’re saying goodbye to the team and writing in their files. 

The team walks over to where you sit, looking at the sky as you sip on coffee.

“Well, have you made a decision?”

Hotch asks, you look down and spin around to face them,  glancing at their shoes nervously before speaking.

“Well, I have decided... And my decision is that...”

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A/N: I gotta be honest, I didn't expect that many people to enjoy this story! Just so ya’ll know, Requests are open! If you would like to request a fic for Reid, hotch, morgan, emily, dad!rossi (No romance for rossi, sorry) or any marvel character, just go ahead and ask! Keep me busy guys!

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Yes Miss

This Is Day 2 Of RolePlay May

Words: 5506

Warnings: Smut, Sub Dean, Younger Dean, Young Dom Teacher Reader, Detention, Good Boy Talk (Praise Kink), Oral Female and Male Receiving, Back Scratching, Hair Pulling, Orgasm Control, Think That’s It

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Several Douche Friends, Castiel

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summery: Dean Winchester is the cocky jock in school, who winds all of the teachers up to breaking point. However, he doesn’t have quite the same effect on the teaching assistant who takes over for the day. She make sure she shows him just how much of a good boy he can be.

Being a teaching assistant at your old school had proved to be very rewarding in the short time you’d been doing it. You were working beside the best professor in the entire building, at least in your opinion. There were a couple of older kids in the class, who had either been held back or who had decided to do an extra year, they had proved to be a challenge. They always pushed you more, since you weren’t much older than them.

Unfortunately since Mr. Turner wasn’t in today, he was away on a teaching conference, you were left in charge. 

But of all of them the worst by far, was Dean Winchester. He was new here, not that it had stopped him from becoming popular and very quickly. He came across cocky, self assured, in complete control of everyone and everything, almost like he didn’t have a care in the world. 

But you could see the truth.

Walking into the classroom you called for quiet. The chattering noise died down a little when you stood in front of your desk, looking around the room. All except for the older kids, who thought that they were above everyone, including you. 

“Quiet” you called again, louder this time, walking through the lines of desks that were placed around the room, heels clicking with every step you took.

You stopped in your tracks, hearing a snicker of laughter to your right, arching your eyebrow you folded your arms against your chest. Looking down at the main cluster of ‘problem’ students, you cleared your throat. “I’m sorry, is something funny?

“No need to shout sweetheart, we’re just having a conversation” Dean pipes up suddenly, looking up at you with those big green eyes, chin resting on the heel of his hand he smirks.

You scoff a laugh, “Excuse me. Did you just sweetheart me?”

Dean shrugs, a smirk curling his lips. “Yeah, why?” he asks matter of factly. “You look pretty damn sweet” he adds, licking those smirking lips.

“Well, Mr Winchester, lets see how sweet you find this. I will see you in detention when school finishes,” you reply as sternly as possible. 

Watching that smirk disappear, enjoying the nervous swallow that follows.

“You’re kidding right?” he all but stutters, green eyes now wide with complete and utter shock.

“Oh no. I’m deadly serious. You will attend your detention on time and hopefully you’ll learn who’s in charge. Or I will have you back, again and again until you learn” you reply smugly, walking away with an extra swing in your hips, ignoring the snickers from his friends as he tells them to shut it, you lean back against your desk.

“Anyone else?” you question with a smile, the entire class shakes their heads, almost in sync, looking down at their work books waiting for you to start. But you don’t miss the glare that you’re still receiving from Dean.

“Okay, brilliant. Then let’s start shall we!” 

Luckily the class goes well after that, with very few unwanted interruptions. But you could still practically feel Dean glaring at you from across the room. The bell rings informing everyone it’s time for their next lesson, you luckily have a free lesson next, so you’re not in any rush. As usual, the first row of students are also the first to leave, eager to get to their next classes and not be late.

“Mr. Winchester, could I see you for a moment before you leave, please” 

“Yes miss,” he grumbles, his friends shove at his shoulders, laughing as they make jokes about how much trouble he’s in and of course, making sure to wish him a sarcastic good look as they leave the classroom.

The room is silent, except for the shuffle of Dean packing his stuff away and the click clack of your heels against the tiled floor. You lean on the desk table, the one opposite his, which hitches your black pencil skirt higher on your thighs. 

You notice that Dean has paused and his gaze lingers on your legs. You clear your throat causing Dean’s focus to shift, finally looking back at your face. He licks his lips but has the decency to blush about the fact he’s been openly looking at you. You can’t help but smile at how embarrassed he looks, it’s so cute.

“I just wanted to let you know, my detention will be two hours long. So if you had any plans you may want to cancel them” you explain.

Upon hearing his grumble of annoyance you walk to stand in front of his desk, placing your hands on the top, you lean forward and his eyes lock on yours immediately.

“Look, you’re hot okay. I had to try it” he shrugs, looking suddenly very smug again. You notice he’s not looking at you anymore, he’s looking out the classroom door, over your shoulder.

You walk away from him and over to the door. 

“Would you all like a detention for being late to your next classes?” you question sternly, noticing the way they all look between one another.

“Whatever, don’t be such a ball buster” he huffs as he walks away, his remaining friends following behind him.

You turn to Dean closing the door behind you, finding him now standing, leaning against your desk. You take the papers that he’d snagged from your desk out of his hand, dropping them back onto the table top.

Dean watches you closely, the smirk now gone from his plump lips once more. “Your bad boy routine may work on your friends Dean, but it’s not gonna work on me. Clearly I need to pay you a little extra attention from now on” 

His mouth opens and closes a few times, like he’s trying to figure out what to say in reply.

“What does that mean?” he asks nervously, as you come to stand right in front of him.

“It means that you need to learn how to behave yourself in my classroom, because I won’t put up with it. Just because we’re close in age, please understand me here. I’m in charge, not you. Trust me, after today you’ll do as you’re told. Is that clear?” you explain firmly, watching the way his breathing seems to increase with every word.

“Yes m-miss” he practically stutters, eyes casting down suddenly.

‘Oh there he is’ you think to yourself, seeing the way Dean’s responding to your words. 

“Good boy” you practically purr, smiling when he looks back up at you quickly, his pupils blown wider. You hear him groan a curse under his breath, which makes you even more confident you’d been right.

“You’re smart Dean, those guys who you call friends, they don’t know it. You hide it well when you act like such an ass” you tell him honestly, leaning over him you grab the form you’d written for him, you hear him suck in a breath when your body brushes against his.

You hand him the paper which explains that it was your fault that he was late.

“I-uh thanks” he manages to get out, taking the paper from your hand, he slings his backpack over his shoulder and leaves the room, not waiting for a reply. 

The rest of your day goes fairly well, with the small exception of having the older people in the classes still acting up, but nothing compared to what you’d had to deal with earlier that day. With your last class of the day leaving you busy yourself with tidying up the classroom, sending Mr. Turner a quick message to let him know your day had gone well. Just as you close your laptop there’s a quiet knock at the classroom door.

“Come in” you call out, tossing the last of the trash in the bin.

You turn to find Dean entering quietly, until he notices you looking at him. “Um, hi miss. Should I just sit down?” he questions quietly, nodding to the chair he’d been sitting in earlier. 

“Actually Dean, would you mind if we went into my office?” you ask him gently, but it’s not really a question, you’re already walking towards your office with Dean trailing behind you.

Walking inside you wait for Dean to follow you in, before closing the door behind the two of you. You watch as he shrugs off his bag and drops it down by the door, “Take a seat” you smile softly, nodding towards the chair that sits a little way back from your desk.

Dean takes the seat rather quickly, dragging his hands up and down his thighs as he looks up at you expectantly. Leaning down, you rest your hands on the arm rests of his chair, studying the way he shifts under your gaze. The bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallows, his lips part as he licks them slowly.

“Why don’t you pay attention in class Dean?” you ask him quietly, fingers tightening around the arms of the chair.

He looks taken aback for a moment as he stares up at you, fingers tightening around his thighs.

“I-I don’t know, miss. I’m-” he starts to mutter a reply but falls short as your legs press against his knees, he lets them fall open, allowing you to step between them.

“You wanna know what I think?” you ask as your face edges just a little closer to his, he tries to push up higher in his chair as he nods eagerly, green eyes now a much darker shade than before. You hum with a smile, pulling back you step away from him, enjoying the way he slumps back down in the chair slightly.

Your fingers skim along his arm and up his shoulder as you circle him, finally coming to a stop behind him. Leaning in close enough for your breath to ghost over his ear you speak again.

“I think you act like you’re in control, like you’re the typical cocky jock, the bad boy that every girl wants. When in reality you’re a good boy, who likes being controlled, you need someone to look after you. You crave it don’t you?” 

Pausing for a second, you let the words sink in, revelling in the way he’s starting to lean further back with your every word. Not missing the way his breathing has increased, or the way he’s clenching his jaw, trying to hold back the noises he wants to make.

When he doesn’t speak though you move in closer, letting your lips brush against his earlobe. Dean leans into your touch when your hand pushes through the back of his hair, reaching the top of his head. You grip his hair between your fingers, using it to tug his head to the side harshly, finally pulling a moan from those perfect lips.

“Now, I asked you a question Dean, if I was wrong about you being a good boy, then you can always leave, any time you want in fact. You only have to ask, tell me you want out” you explain releasing his hair, walking back around his body to face him. You barely have time to lean back against your desk before he’s shaking his head at you.

“No, miss. Please, I’ll be good” he rushes out, with eyes wide and his fingers wrapped tightly around the arms of the chair he’s sitting on. 

The smile spreading across your lips seems to egg him on even more. 

“You were right. I need it,” he adds quickly, looking up at you with those big green pleading eyes.

Leaning back on your desk you push the paperwork to the side, noticing the obvious and rather impressive bulge in his pants.

“I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you tell me what you need, Dean?” you ask seductively as you remove your jacket and drop it to the floor.

You can tell how nervous he is as he clears his throat, voice shaking as he speaks.

“I really wanna kiss you, I haven’t stopped thinking about it since this morning” 

You hold on your hand out to him with a soft reassuring smile on your lips. Dean’s chewing on his lip still looking up at you like a lost puppy, but he’s also trying to hide his slight smile. 

Finally he reaches out with his big hand and takes your much smaller one. Taking a step away from the chair he’s standing right in front of you, releasing his hand, you place it on your hip, feeling his fingers flex against your soft white t-shirt before gripping your waist tightly.

Running your hands over his crisp white shirt, up his surprisingly strong chest, gently you pry his plump bottom lip from between his teeth and cup his freckled cheeks.  

“Come here” you tell him softly, rising up on your tiptoes as you pull his face down closer to you.

The first time your lips touch, it’s a light brush of your lips against his, they’re so soft and feel so good, that you let his other hand land on your waist. When he steps between your legs to pull you closer, your lips press against his again, a little firmer this time, more insistent. Your tongue carefully strokes over his bottom lip before you suck it into your mouth, pulling a desperate whimper from Dean when you drag your teeth along it and release it.

That helpless whimper does things to you immediately, you can even feel the slick beginning to gather in your panties. Standing quickly, you push Dean back gently, turning both of you so that Dean is pressed back against your desk. Your tongue brushes over his, he doesn’t even try to fight you for dominance, he lets you control the kiss, your tongues in perfect sync with one another.

Pulling away from his mouth his lips follow yours, eyes still closed and lips parted ever so slightly. A blush forms on those freckled cheeks when his eyes flicker open, finding you smiling up at him.

“Wow” he breathes out suddenly, making you smile as you start to unbutton your shirt.

You pause trying to meet those lust blown eyes, hearing his deep moan, realising that his eyes are focused on your hands.

“Want me to stop, baby? We don’t have to go too far, not until you're ready” you ask tentatively and he finally meets your eyes.

“What? No! Don’t you d-” he stops quickly, realising his mistake with your change in demeanour as you step back from him, crossing your arms over your chest.

Your giggle clearly surprises him, but there's no humour in it. 

He’s eyeing you carefully when your fingers wrap around the neck of his shirt, gently turning him and pushing him back into his chair. He swallows hard, closely watching your every move.

“Oh sweety, that’s just adorable, really. Did you forget who’s in charge here already?” you question with a warning edge to your voice.

“No miss. I’m sorry” he tells you quietly but very quickly, focusing on his shoes, suddenly finding them very interesting. 

Humming in approval you continue to unbutton your shirt.

“Good boy. Now, look at me again baby” your voice remains quiet and seductive, as he looks up at you and a low moan leaves his throat. Dropping your shirt to the floor, you crook your finger at him. “You like what you see Dean?” 

Dean stands as you’d instructed, “I….I fuck. You look incredible” he stutters about to reach out and touch you, but he decides against it, dropping it back on his thigh. Walking around him slowly, you can see his body tense with expectation. 

He turns finally when you clear your throat, where he finds you sitting down.

“Now, strip” you state playfully, but there’s still that authoritative tone to your voice.

“I uh, wait. What?” his stuttered confusion is completely adorable and your smile quickly turns into a smirk.

Leaning forward in your chair you reach out, running your hand slowly from his knee up his inner thigh. Dean stumbles towards you, clenching his fists at his sides when your fingers skim past the bulge, instead hooking into the top of his pants, where you tug him forwards.

“No more touching baby, not until you strip for me” 

Relaxing back in the chair you watch as Dean sighs, fingers moving back to his shirt and he starts unbuttoning it. Revealing that smooth tanned and freckled skin that lies beneath. He tosses the shirt away and you can’t help but bite your lip, you’d called him a jock for a reason, but being on that damn football team had its advantages. 

He was toned, but not overly so, like a lot of the team were. He was down right fucking perfect, just as you’d expected he would be.

Kicking off his shoes, Dean’s hands go to his belt, the metal clangs and the leather slaps as he unbuckles it. You eagerly watch as he pops the button open on his trousers, then he pulls the zipper down.

“Mmm, look at you” you murmur appreciatively as he kicks his pants away.

He blushes even harder when he hears you, his cheeks almost bright red, spreading down his neck, and up to the tips of his ears.

“Do you want me to take these off too?” he asks almost shyly, hooking his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his tight fitting black boxers.

Standing from the chair once more you begin circling him, fingers lightly dancing across his skin with every step. 

“Being such a good boy for me baby” you praise him, carefully dragging your nails across his skin, feeling him shiver as you come to stand in front of him. “So polite-” you pause to drag your nails up his inner thighs ripping a whimpering noise from his throat. “-unlike earlier. It looks like you might be learning your lesson. So yes, take them off for me” 

Your praise has the desired effect and he’s unable to hide his smile. 

“Thank you, miss,” he replies white teeth biting back his smile. 

You step back to watch as he pulls the boxers down over his firm ass and lean hips and kicks them off to the side. Your eyes scan over his body appreciatively, taking in the sheer size of him, so well proportioned everywhere. 

Licking your lips you walk behind him, giving his ass a slap watching him jerk forward, a moan slipping past those plump lips. Your hands slide over his hips, one of your small hands wrapping around his thick length.

“Is this why you act so cocky, Dean?” you purr pumping his thick length in your hand.

“Fuck Y/N” he grunts loosing himself in the sensations.

“Does that feel good baby?” you ask hotly, pressing your front tight against his back.

“Oh god, so good. T-Thank you” he stutters through a moan, you slap his hip with your free hand when they start to thrust, trying to fuck into your hand.

“Stop being greedy, take what you’re given,” you warn him gently, your free hand moves to cup his balls and he groans loudly, nearly falling over his feet when he stumbles forwards.

“Sorry miss, I’ll be good. Can I touch you, please?” he pants as his hands finally find purchase on the windowsill to keep himself steady. 

Your hands fall away from his cock and you turn him to face you, he looks worried that he’s done something wrong until you smile up at him.

“Kiss me and take this off” you instruct him, grabbing his hand, you rest it on the zipper of your skirt. 

The words are barely out of your mouth before his lips are pressed against yours, this kiss is nothing like before, gone is the shy unsure boy, this one is eager to please and give you everything you want.

It doesn’t take long for your skirt to fall loose, dropping to your feet. Your fingers grip his hair harshly as your tongues meet and Dean melts against you.

When you finally pull away from his lips you're both gasping for breath, “Desk Dean, now!” you practically growl, doing your best to keep yourself in check, not let your control drop, you can tell how badly he needs this.

Dean’s big hands hook behind your knees as your arms wrap around his neck, he carries you quickly to your desk, brushing his lips over yours as he moves.

“You hungry baby boy?” you purr against his ear, as you ass hits your desk.

“Starving, Miss. Fuck, Please,” Dean begs hands resting on his thighs, blunt nails clearly digging into his muscles while he looks up at you. You’re unable to stop the groan that leaves your lips at his desperate pleas and the look on his beautiful face, which makes your panties dampen further.

Fingers tightening in Dean’s thick hair, you tug his head back harshly. Smiling at that pained whimper that leaves his lips, running the tip of your tongue up his throat, from his Adam’s apple to his chin, where you nip gently, before pulling your lips away. Gently you push down on his head, taking your lead he drops down onto his knees in front of you. Looking up at you with big green eyes, practically sparkling, wide with lust and pleasure.

“Fuck. You beg so pretty baby” you praise him, pulling your legs up, resting your heeled feet on the edge of the desk, spreading yourself open for him. “No hands. Not until I say” you warn him.

“Yes Miss” Dean agrees eagerly.

Shimmying to the edge of your desk, you quickly feel Dean’s hot breath ghosting over your inner thighs as he pulls his arms behind his back, holding them there. Goosebumps rise across your skin when Dean starts sucking marks into your thighs, slowly inching his way up. His tongue runs along the line of your panties, just out of reach to where you want him.

“Dean. Stop fucking teasing, or so help me God you won’t come” you growl your warning, unable to stop yourself.

“Shit Y/N, I’m sorry. I’ll be a good boy” he hurries to explain.

Dean doesn’t give you time to reply or change your mind before his thick tongue is pressing against your soaked panties. Making noises of appreciation against the slick black material as he drags his tongue up and down, pausing to suck now and again. One of your hands fist in his hair as the other pushes your panties to the side, causing a loud groan to leave Dean’s throat when his tongue finally starts to move against your slick pussy. He gives a long drawn out suck to your clit, making you cry out, clamping a hand on your mouth when he pulls away with a pop, that panty dropping grin from this morning returning to those plump lips.

Angling your hips up your start to roll them into his face, his muffled moans and groans spurring you on, twisting that coil in your stomach tight.

“Don’t you dare Dean, no hands” you gasp as his tongue presses against your clit harder, more insistently.

You’re just about able to see his thick cock from where you’re sitting, his nails digging into his hip as he fights his instincts to touch himself. Pulling back and looking up at you, green eyes wide and desperate, your slick shining on his chin and lips.

“I’m so hard, Miss please” he pleads before pushing his tongue inside you, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

“Dean!” you cry out, feeling your pussy begin to flutter as Dean’s tongue keeps moving, “Give me your hand” you pant out, feeling yourself right on the edge of orgasm, you just need a little extra.

Groaning as his name falls from your lips, Dean does as he’s told and you press his hand to the top of your pussy, “Rub my clit baby, wanna come on your tongue. I’m so close” 

He’s making so much noise beneath you. Your legs drop from the desk, pushing over his broad shoulders, Dean’s fingers move quickly back and forth over your clit. The band inside you snaps, legs seizing up as you come, pulling him as close as possible.

Dean licks you through your orgasm, slow and careful. He stops as your eyes flutter open, eyes lidded and heavy.

Your massive smile quickly turns into a look of annoyance as you look down at Dean, finding that he’s gripping his hard thick cock, pre-come leaking freely. 

He notices you looking and swallows hard.

“On the chair Winchester” you command, keeping your tone even, clearly failing to hide your disappointment by the look on Dean’s face.

His eyes are dark and wide as he gets to his feet, you pull your panties back into place, jumping down from your desk. Dean takes a step back for every one that you take forward, until the backs of his legs connect with the chair and he drops into it, the wood groaning under his weight.

Reaching behind yourself you unhook your bra, dropping it to the floor, Dean’s eyes widen even further, if possible and his mouth drops open. Hooking your thumbs into the sides of your panties you pull them down, over your ass and hips slowly, letting them fall down your legs you kick them off your shoe.

“Son of a bitch” Dean moans loudly, completely captivated by you standing bare in front of him.

Kicking his legs open, you climb into his lap, straddling his hips, his cock brushing through your soaked folds. You roll your hips over him, biting your lip as he watches you. Leaning in closer your breasts brush against his bare chest and you press your lips to his ear.

“You were doing so good for me baby, why did you touch yourself?” you question quietly, as his cock nudges against your clit, your hands grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin harshly.

Dean leans into your lips, the feeling of them pressed against his ear. 

“Had to stop myself from coming miss, you’re so fucking sexy. Your pussy is so perfect, I’m sorry,” he grits out through clenched teeth, hands gripping the arm rests roughly. 

You lean up against him, smiling despite yourself. Your hand wraps around his cock and you slowly lower yourself onto the tip.

“You wanna make it up to me baby?” you ask seductively, your voice coming out breathy and wrecked as inch by inch he sinks inside you. 

“Yes! Anything. Whatever you want Y/N” he whimpers, letting his head fall back against the chair. You nip at his collar bone, your tongue running over the thick vein in his neck.

“Then do as you're told. You can’t come, not until I tell you to. Think you can handle that?” 

“I can do it, please” he whines as the last inch of his perfect thick cock is pushed inside you.

“Good boy. Then you can touch me” you tell him with a smile, a smile that slips as your lips part and you start to rise and fall on his cock, letting your heels give you a little extra height. 

His hands cup your breasts, thumbs teasing your nipples. One hand drops to your ass and grips tightly, helping you move. Dean’s lips seal around your free nipple, teeth dragging over the hardened nub as you whine and moan above him.

When he pulls away from your nipple with a pop, one of your hands grips his hair harshly, his forehead resting between your tits as you continue to ride him. Your chin rests on the top of his head, feeling him everywhere. His arms wrap around you, nails dragging down your back,  “Fuck you’re so big Dean, feel so perfect inside me. I can feel your cock throbbing baby, you gonna fill me up with your come?”

“Oh g-god” he cries out against your tits, dragging his teeth over the taut skin, “I’m so close Y/N, please, let me come. I need it” he’s begging again, the way he’s clinging to you, like a lifeline, only pulls you closer to that edge all over again. You knew he’d been the perfect choice.

“Just a little longer baby, come on, you can hold it. You’re doing so well for me” your praises seem to help him hold back, but his fingers tighten against you, nails digging in harder but you fucking love it.

He nods breathlessly against your chest, a free hand slips between your legs, pressing your fingers to your clit, you rub fast hard circles into the sensitive nub. Rocking your hips, hard and fast, combing your fingers through his hair as you feel the pit in your stomach burning. 

“Y/N, I c-can’t” he stutters, sweat coating his skin, his teeth sink into the side of your breast.

“Do it Dean, Do it. Come for me!” you cry out loudly, right before your own orgasm hits, way more intense than earlier. It sparks every nerve ending in your body, heart beat thumping in your ears, blood rushing under your skin.

You don’t have time to come down before Dean’s coming too, right behind you, his orgasm ripping an inhuman noise from his chest, prolonging your own orgasm. 

When the two of you finally come down he’s shaking beneath you, his grip on your back has relaxed slightly, but he’s still holding you tight.

“Dean? You okay baby?” you ask gently cupping his cheeks, tilting his head up so his eyes meet yours again.

“I’m good I promise, really good. That was just really intense” he rasps out voice completely wrecked.

You gently press kisses to his nose and cheeks, finally meeting his plump lips in a slow kiss.

“I’m so proud of you Dean, you did so well” the second those words your lips he’s grinning up at you, eyes bright green and shining again.

He finally pulls his hands away from your back, you watch with wrapt interest as his fingers brush across the marks he’d left on your skin.

“I’m sorry if i hurt you, it just felt so good” 

You wink at him when you finally climb out of his lap, pulling on your bra and panties. When you turn to pick up your skirt Dean hisses and you turn back to him worried. “You okay?” you ask quickly, pulling your skirt up your legs.

“Y-Your back, fuck I’m sorry” he apologises, a sad look crossing his face.

“Hey! None of that! It felt amazing and still does, it stings a little but it was worth it! I swear, I'm fucking great and you were incredible” you assure him honestly, pulling him out of the chair he kisses you again, with a force which surprises you. 

Pulling away with wide eyes a knock at the door sounds through the room, “You! Sit and stay” you tell him quietly, pulling on your jacket, hoping that the I dropped my coffee story will work to get rid of them.

“I’m naked!” Dean hisses making you giggle, you arch your eyebrow and he nods licking his lips and takes his seat.

“That’s my good boy” you tell him sweetly, pressing a fleeting kiss to his lips.

Another knock sounds as you finally finish buttoning your jacket.

“Stop it!” he groans as you head over to the door, unlocking it you keep it just wide enough for your head to peek through the gap.

“Hey Garth, you need something?” you question with a smile, one you’re sure is awkward as hell.

“Hey Y/N, you got a second. Wait what happened to your shirt?” he asks nodding down to your badly buttoned jacket.

“I spilt coffee on it, all good. I’m kinda busy with a detention right now” you tell him, grip tightening on the door when he tries to look inside.

“Winchester?” he asks with a roll of his eyes.

“Yep” you reply shortly, running your free hand through your hair.

“Come on Miss! I’m getting lonely” Dean calls from behind you, causing a blush to rise in your cheeks.

“I’ll leave you to it, we can talk later. Good luck” Garth smiles, you thank him before turning back into the room.

You glare at Dean as you walk back into the room, locking the door behind you. 

His smirk makes you want to fuck him and slap him all at once.

“Oh you’re gonna pay for that Dean-” you warn him, slapping his boxers out of his hands. “- and this time, you don’t get to make any noise” your smirk quickly rivals one of his.

“Oh fuck” Dean groans, beginning to see that being a smart ass wasn’t the best idea, you back him up against the wall and drop to your knees in front of him. 

“Remember, quiet now” you wink up at him.

Dean couldn’t wait for his next detention.

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[addictofsupernatural]

Spidey Senses (pt. 1)

Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You have a big secret about your life, and so might your crush.

Word Count: 2253

Chapter 2

You woke up, looking around at the apartment to yourself, and got ready for school. You made yourself some scrambled eggs; they were quick enough to make. You ate and cleaned up, not that anyone was expecting you to. You went to the bathroom, looking at yourself one last time. You frowned, but smoothened out your shirt.

Peter liked this shirt. He once told you that at lunch, when you brought him cookies made cookies for him and Ned. It was a Bowsette shirt, and this time instead of wearing it lose you tucked it in. Maybe he'd like that? Not that it was doing much for your body. You did read somewhere that having confident vibes was attractive, so maybe you just needed to act confident, and he'd notice that you wore the shirt he likes? It was stupid, but you were doing it anyways.

You locked up your apartment and walked to Peter's nicer apartment complex, where you sat down on the untagged steps outside. A few minutes later Peter came rushing out with a piece of toast in his mouth. You turned and smiled, perking up.

"Morning Peter." You chirped. No matter how bad you could feel sometimes, you couldn't help but have the best of attitudes around Peter.

"Morning." He said, voice muffled. He took a bite and ripped off a piece of toast, silently giving it to you. You took it and ate with him. "So I just got a text from Ned, and we have to pair up in biology for a project on the genetics of different forms of life."

He sounded pepped up, and so were you. You loved doing projects. It was a stress reliever from working at nights, and you got to spend some time after school with Peter. To you, projects were amazing. "So, who're you gonna pick for your partner?" You teased.

"Of course only the one person I know who can keep up with me." He nudged you, and you giggled. "I wish Liz was in that class. She's really smart."

Then there was that. Peter's crush on Liz. Though it made you feel terrible about yourself, you couldn't help but constantly compare yourself to Liz. She was so much prettier than you, smarter, actually popular. Not that you really cared about popularity, but it seemed like everyone adored her, Peter included. You didn't dislike her, you just wished you could be more like her. But if she's what makes Peter happy, then you would try to be the most supportive friend you could be.

"I bet you do." You did your best to smile. "Are we still on for joining the Mathletes?"

"I don't know. What if I get too nervous around Liz and start messing everything up? Then I'll look like an idiot."

"First of all, never call yourself an idiot. You're a genius, own it. Second, me and Ned are gonna join with you. We'll have your back Peter. We'll all have some fun, and you'll get to spend more time with her. We'll be in the back for support if you need us."

He nodded and put an arm around you, squeezing your shoulders as he side hugged you. "Thanks y/n. I can always count on you and Ned to be really awesome friends."

Though it took a blow to your feelings and self esteem, all you responded with was "Of course." as you walked into school and met up with Ned.

Sometimes, keeping things to yourself was just the better option. There were two things you kept from Peter. One, you were completely and undoubtedly in love with him. Only Ned knew about this, since he's just as close to you as Peter is. Two, the day you went to the Stark museum field trip and got bit by that spider changed your life forever.

As the day went on, so did your anxiousness. It was good this time; you didn't have work today at Delmar's Deli-Grocery, meaning it was time to suit up. Queens always needed help, and you were happy to do it. So was this other guy with similar abilities, but you never met him, so you didn't worry about it.

Mathletes went pretty much as expected. Peter was adorably awkward around Liz, but a genius none the less. You actually had some fun with Ned, goofing off as well as being able to get some work done. Peter would come back to you two every now and then to give updates. "You okay?" Ned quietly asked.

"Yeah, I'm good." You rested your chin on your hand and leaned over. "What about you? Like anybody right now?"

He gave you a goofy smile. "Nobody specific, but I'm hoping being in the Mathletes will show girls how smart I am."

You gave him a toothy grin in return. "I'm sure they will. Girls who are worth your time are suckers for nerds." Ned nodded his head eagerly in response.

Peter caught a glimpse of your conversation with Ned about girls liking nerds, and it sounded like a really tempting topic to over and listen about, but he had to focus on Liz. Giving her his main attention will show her that this is just as important to him as it is to her.

When Mathletes was over, Peter went over to you and an excited Ned, trying to ignore that nagging left out feeling he was having. "What'd I miss?"

"Y/n's gonna paint the Millennium Falcon and Death Star on my walls!" Ned said excitedly.

"Woah, really?"

You shrugged and smiled. "Yeah, it's not a big deal. I like painting, and it's not like my landlord would let me do it on my own walls. His parents are gonna take me to buy the paints and pay me for doing it too, so it's really just me getting all the benefits."

"It's gonna happen next week, so we should have a marathon over the weekend." Ned proposed.

"I love that idea!" Peter said, getting pumped up and excited in a very cute way he does. "We should do it at your house!" He said to you.

"I'm so down!" You excitedly said. "But right now I have homework to do, so let's walk home."

Ned said his goodbyes as he got picked up. You and Peter walked home together talking about Star Wars and how he would love it if you painted for him sometime. You promised him you would and said your goodbyes, watching him walk up his apartment complex steps and disappearing. You then quickly ran home to put on your super suit and head out.

Meanwhile, Peter came home to see Mr. Tony Stark in his very own living room. "Aunt May, I'm ho–"

The two heads turned to see the suddenly out of breath teen. "Oh, hey! Mr. Stark was just telling me how you got accepted." Aunt May smiled.

"W...wha–how–um, hi." He breathed out.

Tony smiled effortlessly as he got up. "I was just talking to your Aunt May over here about your acceptance for your application into the Stark internship." He winked. "Can we talk privately in your room?"

"Ye...uh, sure. Course." They both went into his room and Tony closed the door, looking around the room.

"So your aunt seems nice." Tony said nonchalantly. "Really doesn't look like an aunt."

"Um, why are you here Mr. Stark? I never filled out an–"

"She's cute." He picked up a framed picture of you and Peter, you hugging him while you both smiled. Tony instantly recognized you as the other person he was going to recruit.

"Y–uh, I guess." The question was very flustering for Peter.

"Is she your girlfriend?"

"Woah! No, we're just friends. There's actually this other girl–"

Tony set the picture down and went on to his phone. "Okay, I'm bored with this story now." He then pulled up a video of a disguised man stop a car from crashing into a bus. "This you?"

"No! I don't know who that is."

"Yeah?" He looked up and got the broom that was against the wall, pushing one of the air vents out of the way and watching Peter's suit fall while tied to a rope. "Tell anybody about your powers?"

"No! Not even Aunt May, I promise. It's been a secret since I got them."

Tony nodded. "I'll cut to the point. I need you to come with me to Berlin. There's something you can help me with. Think of it as a mission. Are you up for it?" Peter only nodded his head. "Good, we got one more stop to make."

You got home to your apartment after stopping a robbery at a fast food restaurant. You took a shower and finished your homework fairly quickly. After backing some double brownie cookies for the weekend, you started pencil drawing to pass the time. That's when you heard a knock at the door. Your hair was still a bit damp as you curiously got up and answered the door. In front of your very eyes was the infamous Tony Stark.

"Woah." Was the first thing to drop out of your mouth. You wanted to slap yourself. You quietly said, "Hello."

You stuck out your hand for a hand shake, trying to make it as firm as you could while feeling nervous around the celebrity. As he shook it, you swallowed your nervousness down and remembered that everyone has flaws and he's just a regular person.

"Hi, can I come in?" You forced a smile and nodded, stepping aside as he came in and walked around your house. In all honesty, it was kind of making you uncomfortable how much observing he was doing. He noticed the same picture Peter had was hanged up on your wall. "Is this your boyfriend?"

You nervously laughed at the thought of that fantasy. "I wish." You blurted out. He raised his eyebrows and looked at you, feeling that this was going to be fun to tease about over this mission. "But I've been friend zoned, so yeah." You quickly said. "Anyways, would you like something to eat or drink?"

"Got any sweets or something? I am kind of hungry." He didn't look at you and kept wandering around your apartment. You silently nodded and took out the container of cookies you just put in the cupboard. You made those for the Star Wars binge, but if you had to sacrifice some for Tony Stark, so be it. You opened it from the kitchen counter, and he took one while inspecting your kitchen. "Oh wow. These are good. Make them yourself?"

"Yeah actually. Thanks." He opened your finance drawer with your bills, newspaper coupons and food stamps. You quickly closed it. "Um, please don't look at that!"

He looked you in the eye for a second before nodding and looking at another picture of Peter and you, this time with you trying to cover your face from the selfie. "So, I've read your personal file."

He was so straight forward that you didn't know how to react. "Oh. Are you even allowed to do that?"

"I'm allowed to bend the rules a bit sometimes." You huffed in response. Rich people. "Emancipated at 15. That's a lot."

"Yeah, I guess. I'd like to think I've adjusted well." You put on a smile again.

He leaned against the kitchen counter. "You miss your mom?"

"Um, she needed to learn how to take care of herself before she could take care of anybody else. I'm okay with that." You rocked on your heals.

"That's very mature of you, but you didn't answer my question."

You really didn't know why you felt so open with him. Maybe it was all that internet stalking. Damn. But you weren't about to spill out your life to this man and scare him off. No matter how well you felt like you kind of knew him. "Mm, it's complicated."

"And what about your dad?"

You truthfully never really think about him. "What about him?"

"You don't want to meet him? Know anything about him?"

You let out a laugh. "The only thing I want to know about him is his address, so I could file for some child support."

Tony smirked, deciding that he liked you. "Can you even file for yourself."

You sighed. "Probably not. Sometimes the government can suck."

He nodded his head, his eyes averting to your room. Shit. "What're those?"

"Oh, um, you don't need to see that!" He walked a lot faster than you and went into your room. You silently cursed your small legs. "Wow. These are a lot of drawings. And there's a lot of Thor. Do we have a little crush on a certain God?"

"Maybe!" You blurted out, much to Tony's amusement.

There was a small desk over a bulletin board full of your drawings. You got the desk when you saw pieces of wood being thrown out of a Home Depot because of chips and scratches, and you volunteered to take it off their hands. You built it yourself, wobbly and uneven, and painted some of it with the paints Aunt May got you. It made you look like the help, but it was nothing compared to the drawings you had of the superheroes.

"So what if I do? I know a ton of people who have fake crushes on you!"

"And you're not one of them?" He raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Should I be offended?"

You smiled, genuinely smiled, and shook your head. "People have fake crushes on unrealistically perfect people. Thor, Thor is unrealistically perfect. You have a ton of flaws but are essentially a good person at heart... With all respect."

"What makes you think I'm not just perfect?" He was truthfully interested in hearing your take on this.

"Because it takes a person with anxiety to know a person with anxiety." Tony uncomfortably shifted his weight onto his other foot.

"I've seen some bad stuff too, not as bad as you, but I know that memories creep up when things get too much to handle. You have a ton of things to handle. I've seen some interviews that get to you. Some things that people say. The rude reporters. Even though a lot of people say bad things about you, your company, and even your family, you still have it in you to fight for everyone. That's amazing. You're not unrealistically perfect, but you are realistically perfect to me."

He paused for a moment, absorbing what was said. "If you're not in love with me, then why do you take the time to know so much about me?"

"Because, while I don't think of you as the fake love of my life, I see you as someone I look up to."

"Believe me kid, you should look up to someone else." He tried to joke it off.

You shrugged. "I don't have anyone else." You felt embarrassed suddenly, looking down at your desk. You then smiled again and searched through your drawings, picking up one of Tony smiling. "Just think of me as your number one fan. You can have that."

"Huh." Was all he said as he looked at it.

"What? Not used to seeing yourself smile?" You giggled. "Anyways, why are you here?"

"Oh, right." He took out his phone, showing you a video of you suited up, stopping a moving car full of robbers until the police showed up.

You sighed. "Okay, you found me. What now?"

"You're not going to try and lie for your secret identity?" Tony smiled again.

"To Ironman?" You giggled again. "No."

"Well, there's a mission in Berlin I need you and the Spiderman's assistance for."

"Is that what he calls himself?"

"Yeah. You met him?" You shook your head, and Tony knew he was going to enjoy this. "Well, you're about to. Ready Spidergirl?"

"Um, shouldn't I pack or something?"

"No need. I got you provisions and clothes for a few days. Especially considering that's probably the only kind of things you have."

You clutched your baggy shirt. "Rude, but true."

"Okay then, stay here." He then left the apartment for a bit and came back with a nice looking shirt and ripped jeans. "I don't want people thinking I found a homeless girl off the side of the street."

"You're so mean." You breathed out a laugh. "Thank you though. I'll be out in a bit." You stepped out a minute later uncomfortably. "Ready?"

"Look at you, looking like a girl." He teased.

You laughed. "Who'd have known? Let's go."

"You ready to meet the Spiderman?" Tony asked as you both stepped down from the apartment complex.

"Should I be? I don't even know who that is." He winked at you before opening the door for you. You slid in the back seat and looked at a surprised Peter dead in the eye. "Holy shit!"

[moneypedia]

By Drew Shepherd

“You’re so judgmental!!!”

That’s the response I get when I delve a little too deep into my analytical side.

I’m somewhat of a perfectionist myself, so it’s no surprise that I hold others to my own lofty standards. And that’s one of many flaws I’m still working on.

There are certain times, however, when I’m unapologetic in my ways. And as you can see by the title of this article, this is one of those times.

The ability to screen out promiscuous women is one of the most valuable skills any man can have. It keeps you from wasting precious resources on a girl who couldn’t care less about you, and it protects you from being yet another clueless man in the dark.

A girl who sleeps around is never a good choice for your investment. And no matter what our culture tries to prove, the truth is that past sexual experience will always affect future relationships for the worse.

That’s why I created this list of 15 red flags to look for when you evaluate a potential partner.

This list is by no means exhaustive, and I’m sure there are plenty more signs you should be aware of too. But this one is intended to be a relatively quick check, and I’ve tried to limit it to signs you can notice within a few weeks at the most, or that you can easily find out with a scan of her social media.

Now I’m sure both you and I will catch some flak here for being “judgmental”, but remember, it’s not wrong to look out for your own interests. And in order to protect those interests, you need to discern the character of the people closest to you.

Being judgmental is assuming people’s character based on qualities outside their control. Discernment is deducing their character based on info they freely provide.

Only a fool would need a DNA test on an apple tree to confirm what it is…

Smart people just look at the fruit.

The 15 Red Flags Every Man Should Know

#1 She can’t stay at home. / She’s a party girl.

What it means: She needs excitement.

If she can’t enjoy a quiet night at home, walk away.

These kind of girls seem fun and interesting at first, but their lifestyle gets old fast. Plus there’s no telling how many intoxicated guys have taken their shot at her.

So find a girl who would rather read a book, watch a TV show, work out at home, cook a new meal, or talk to her friends on the phone.

“But that doesn’t sound like fun…”

No, most guys would say it doesn’t. But you know what’s more important than fun in relationships?

Stability.

A girl who runs out of her place every night has a need for excitement. And that need will find a way to bite you.

Sure, everything will be great when you’re both in a good mood, but what happens when she gets bored, or worse, when she’s unhappy?

If she needed excitement before she met you she will need it afterwards. And those thrills won’t be limited to a few drinks with the girls.

Most people are plenty fun when you get to know them anyway. So instead of worrying about that, ask yourself some more important questions:

Will she be there during a rough patch in your life?

Will she say “no” when a bigger fish comes along?

Does she avoid situations where she’ll be unnecessarily tempted?

Those are the questions you want answered (indirectly of course—actions speak louder than words).

Work on all those first. Then you can talk about fun.

#2 She has too many male friends.

What it means: She’s addicted to male attention.

Notice I said friends here and not acquaintances.

There’s nothing wrong with a woman having a conversation with a man. And if you do have a problem with that, you’re too possessive. A woman making small talk with her male coworker isn’t cause for concern.

But if she has close relationships to other guys, and she consistently talks to them about personal issues, that’s when you should be worried.

The true number of platonic male-female relationships is very small, and most of them only exist due to special circumstances.

But for the most part, men and women do not just become friends.

The truth is that the two sexes are equal, but different. And it’s tough for us to form close bonds outside of a romantic or sexual relationship.

Any girl who has tons of guy friends is bad news because almost all of them are attracted to her. And since she hasn’t made an effort to turn them down, it means she’s addicted to their attention.

If you don’t meet the requirements of such a popular girl, she’ll eagerly pick a replacement from her pool of waiting “friends”.

#3 She has tattoos or piercings on interior body parts.

What it means: She’s impulsive.

I’ve never been a fan of tattoos, so I wouldn’t look for a significant other who has any. But this red flag is more about the positioning of the ones she has.

If a girl has tattoos or piercings on any interior body parts (i.e. her upper thighs, torso, etc.), it is not a good sign. And here are only a few reasons why:

Someone had to put it there

People don’t get tattoos to cover them up

She makes long-term decisions based on short-term results

It’s just a terrible choice all around. Why would you taint the natural beauty you have with a man-made distraction?

It doesn’t make sense to me.

But in a way, I guess you should be happy when you see a girl like this. She’s made your job easy by effectively saying, “Don’t take me serious.”

#4 She’s a (moderate to heavy) drinker. / She does recreational drugs.

What it means: She allows unnecessary temptation.

Contrary to popular belief, human beings are not inherently good. And when given the choice, we will always be inclined to do what’s morally wrong.

Many times our conscious thought overrides this inclination, but whenever alcohol or drugs are involved, that inhibition goes out the window.

The point here is related to the first red flag about party girls—she allows herself to be tempted. And why would you ever trust a girl who intentionally lowers her self-control?

You are playing with fire and you know it.

Yes, crimes like theft will always be wrong, but we all have a responsibility to lock our doors.

#5 She’s a man hater. / She tests you to see if you’re man enough.

What it means: She lacks healthy relationships with the men in her life.

“All men are blah blah blah…”

“Guys only care about blah blah blah…”

“Men don’t deserve blah blah blah blah blah…”

Yeah, it’s annoying.

Man haters are the worst. I understand that some of us really are terrible, but if every guy she meets is like that, take a look at the common denominator.

Yes, I’m tough on the opposite sex sometimes, but even I know that there are fantastic women out there.

You can’t let the good ones convince you that all girls are sweet and innocent, and you can’t let the bad ones blind you to the praiseworthy women either.

The same is true about our side.

So if a girl always complains about the men in her life, she’s either still bitter about a failed relationship, or she presents herself as an object for men to lust after.

#6 She can’t put her phone down. / She’s addicted to social media.

What it means: She craves attention and drama.

The online version of too many male friends.

A smart girl knows that male attention doesn’t result from her “amazing personality”.

The number of friends and likes she gets is directly proportional to how attractive people think she is.

This stuff is honestly common sense by now but you still see the same thing all the time. A fairly attractive girl only has to post a few pictures, and boom, she’s got 50 dudes trying to hit her up.

She probably won’t give any of them the time of day—unless one of them is like, so hot—but at least she got her daily attention fix. Plus she’s found a new group of reliable “friends” to support her.

It’s ridiculous. And don’t even get me started on the drama.

If she’s more interested in her phone than she is in you, don’t try to change her mind.

#7 She’s comfortable in revealing clothes. / She’s insensitive to male touch.

What it means: She’s used to it.

Do you really think she dresses that way for you?

Do you honestly believe it’s normal for guys to hug and hold her like it’s no big deal?

She’s used to it, man. And even if she isn’t promiscuous now, it won’t take much effort for her to get that way.

But going back to her style of dress, you might believe her choice of clothes doesn’t matter anymore. You think that times have changed, and this girl is different. So different in fact that she’s above all of human nature.

Yeah, keep believing that.

The reality is that men are visual creatures. And both men and women instinctively know that the way a women dresses determines the type of attention she gets.

Our society doesn’t like to acknowledge that fact nowadays, so we try to ignore it as best as we can.

Instead, we say she has high self esteem, that she deserves to show off her body. And if you don’t like it, you’re living in the past.

But please don’t buy the “I’m-proud-of-my-body-so-I-need-to-be-half-naked” excuse.

People who are comfortable with a fit body, or great wealth, or whatever else they have don’t feel the need to show it off. They rest assured in the knowledge that it’s there.

The only people who show off are the ones who need validation. And they always need it from multiple people.

So if any girl shows too much skin, or if she’s fine with being hugged or touched any kind of way, you need to reconsider.

#8 She believes that things just happen. / She follows her heart. / She’s in love with “love” and relationships.

What it means: She lacks emotional control.

These girls are tricky for inexperienced guys, so let me explain.

It feels great at first to be the focus of a girl’s undying love. And the highs of having a beautiful woman enraptured by you is something straight outta the movies.

But guess what?

You will never be the only one.

You just happen to be her drug of the month. And all it takes is a more attractive or manipulative man to change her loyalties.

That is the dark reality of girls who “follow their heart.”

So instead of chasing a girl who’s crazy….about you, find a girl who tempers her heart with her head.

Don’t be afraid of love. Just make sure it’s the real thing first.

#9 She uses profanity.

What it means: She doesn’t value purity.

I don’t like profanity.

Sure, I went through a phase where it was cool to sprinkle in some “sentence enhancers”, but even then it still felt wrong.

Pure speech is something I value now, and it really does bother me to hear people—male or female—casually drop f-bombs. I don’t give them a stare or anything, but I know that profanity usually indicates that something is off in your life.

That’s one reason why I never use profanity on this site. Out of all the posts on HFE, I haven’t used a single curse word, and I plan to keep it that way.

But getting back to the meaning of this red flag, it just shows a lack of class.

If a girl doesn’t have the decency to control something as simple as her conversation, think about how ugly the rest of her lifestyle is.

#10 She’s friends with known promiscuous women. / She takes an interest in promiscuous celebrities.

What it means: She won’t be shamed for sleeping around, and she will probably be encouraged to do so.

Men compartmentalize their friends.

Of course not every guy is the same, but usually he’ll have his videogame pals, his college study group, his boys from work, his basketball squad, his fantasy football crew, and so on.

And what’s funny about all these friend buckets is that they usually include men from all walks of life.

You’ll have a mix of low income guys, wealthy guys, smart guys, dumb guys, you get the point. But as long as they all have that one thing in common, they don’t really care about much else.

Women are different.

Almost every girl I know has friends who are very similar to her. Everything from the way they dress, to the grades they get, to the income they earn, to the guys they like, and even their political stance—it’s almost always the same.

While men care more about the one activity they have in common, women focus more on similar lifestyles.

And now you see where I’m going.

You may not be able to tell if she sleeps around, but if you know her friends do, it’s a giant red flag.

Even if this girl is completely innocent, she knows her friends won’t look down on her if she does indulge, and that’s why she’s surrounded herself with them.

It’s even worse if she takes an interest in promiscuous celebrities. They’re just like her friends who get around but with additional influence and social status.

If [blank] can do [blank] and still be [blank], why can’t she?

#11 She uses New Age lingo. / She’s into horoscopes.

What it means: She won’t take responsibility for her actions.

If you meet a girl who always goes on about people’s “energy”, the workings of karma, or the meaning behind her horoscope, you need to run and run quickly.

I have numerous reasons why I wouldn’t get with a girl like this, but one of the more practical ones is that she won’t take responsibility for anything.

The stars are what drive her behavior, and she will be justified in spiting you because her negative-energy-sense was tingling.

It’s bad enough dealing with people who can’t control their impulses, but if she truly believes that “the universe” is causing her actions, avoid her at all costs.

#12 She has no discernible skills outside of her physical appearance.

What it means: She’s going down the wrong career path.

Everyone needs money. And if that need is not met, people will resort to all kinds of evil to meet it.

If this particular girl doesn’t have any marketable skills outside of being “hot”, she is going down the wrong road.

Eventually she will…

A. Find some way to make money off her appearance

B. Get bailed out by another man, or…

C. Be left in a financial hole when her beauty fades

Now you could argue that A wouldn’t be too bad of a scenario depending on the work involved (e.g. innocent modeling), but none of these are favorable to her developing a solid set of skills when she had the chance.

Not only has she put herself in a position where her beauty can be abused, but she’s also shown that she’s fine with being a drain on people’s resources.

That’s not good.

Everyone needs a strong work ethic, no matter who they are. And if she doesn’t have one, she’ll be pressured into compromising situations.

#13 She rushes the relationship. / She’s a little too perfect. / She tries too hard to seem like a good match.

What it means: She’s overcompensating.

Another tricky one here.

The average guy won’t deal with many girls like this, but the name of this site isn’t Hunger for Average, so you need to look out for this one.

As you start to care more about your appearance and get your life in order, you’ll notice that girls will seemingly come out of nowhere. And the ones you were invisible to before will make it obvious that they’re interested.

Sounds great right?

But the problem is that some of these girls won’t have the best intentions.

Almost every semi-attractive girl has been treated like a princess her whole life (and that’s one reason why a man who’s trained himself to be immune to beauty is so attractive to them).

But the side effect of this treatment is that many women expect partiality from every guy they meet. So now when they see you—a man who’s in good shape and has his life together—they don’t see a person, but rather, a tool who has the means to carry “her highness” through life.

This is particularly an issue with a girl in her late 20’s or early 30’s. Her internal clock is ticking and she knows she has to find a man before her beauty fades.

But you can’t let her clock dictate your life.

People get burned all the time by making hasty choices. And it’s a known manipulation tactic to rush people into big decisions.

Yes, there will be girls who genuinely like you, and they’ll be eager to start something special together. But you need to be aware of the other scenario too.

Beauty doesn’t get ignored. And if an attractive girl hasn’t locked down a man by this time in her life, it’s very possible that she used her beauty for other means when she was younger, and now she’s scrambling to find a man who doesn’t know any better.

Of course this isn’t always the case. Breakups happen and some people just have an unfortunate streak with relationships. But barring any significant change to her appearance, and without any other special cause, the former is a real possibility.

Remember that your interests are important too. And you are not obligated to take any dude’s leftovers simply because she needs a man now.

“But she’s changed! She’s not like that anymore! And she’s committed to doing better!”

That’s great. And I applaud her. But that doesn’t mean you owe her a relationship.

I’m all for acceptance and forgiveness, but I also know that forgiveness isn’t the removal of all consequences.

#14 She accuses you of being promiscuous, or worse, tries to prove you are.

What it means: She’s telling you how she would act if she was in your position (a.k.a. projection).

A girl who makes accusations like this doesn’t understand how any decent looking person could say no to their suitors. Especially since she could never hope to do the same.

You’re just a stupid boy who couldn’t possibly deny easy pleasure, and it’s her job to prove that assumption right.

It’s all so silly.

I’ve dealt with girls who tried to find faults that weren’t there and I had a real good laugh afterwards.

But while it is funny that a former acne-faced, overweight, emo guy would have to convince anyone he’s not about that life, I am very serious about guarding my integrity.

So if any girl accuses me of something like this, I know we need to part ways.

#15 Your gut tells you so.

What it means: You’re not comfortable with her.

Attraction is weird.

The first time anyone sees a person they like, comfort is nowhere to be found. There’s excitement, there’s anxiety, and there’s interest—not comfort.

But that all changes as time goes by.

The more you get to know someone, the more comfortable you feel around them.

The guy you thought was an antisocial creep just happens to be the life of the party. The girl you thought was such a snob before is actually kind and warm-hearted. And this new familiarity generally leads to more comfort.

But if time passes and you still don’t feel comfortable around this girl, it’s a bad sign. Your body is subconsciously telling you that something about her is off. And you know deep down that you can’t trust her.

“But didn’t you just make fun of girls and their ‘negative-energy-sense’? So how is it okay for guys to do the same thing?”

Because what I’m talking about here isn’t just a feeling. What I’m describing are physiological changes that happen solely because of this person.

Yes, it sounds far-fetched, but if you are fine around every person except her, something is wrong. And I’m not talking about a few butterflies in the stomach here.

If you start breaking a sweat when she shows up, if your sleep schedule suddenly changes, and if you’re always on your toes around her, your body is in alert mode. And instead of being able to work, or perfect your craft, or do anything else, you will constantly be thinking about her.

But again, don’t confuse this with some middle school crush obsession. This is about a girl who won’t give you any assurance that she is committed to you.

You will have to do everything to keep the relationship afloat, and that always leads to disaster. The minute you fall short in her eyes your worst fear will come true.

Of course you still want to be as attractive as possible to make her decision easy, but if the success of the relationship depends solely on you, find someone else.

Good leaders set an example for others and create a vision for the future…

They don’t do all the work.

Successful relationships will always take effort, but if you can’t relax at all with her, it’s a bad sign.

Weed ‘Em Out

So if you read this whole post, you’ve probably noticed a theme here.

All of these are signs that stem from a lack of one character trait:

Self-control.

This list is all about discerning if a girl has that one critical trait.

If she doesn’t have it, don’t try to change her, don’t make excuses for her, and please don’t waste time thinking about her. Just walk away.

And if you have a hard time doing that, ask yourself if you would help a man who acted the same way.

Sure, this may all seem cold-blooded, but when the stakes are this high, it’s always better to be safe than sorry. There is simply too much at risk when you choose a long term partner. And if you can’t trust someone you’ll eventually think about marrying, you need to end it as soon as possible.

No amount of beauty is worth the headache and embarrassment. If a woman’s actions show that she doesn’t respect you, move on and find a girl who does.

Just remember that nothing here is foolproof either. Some girls are crafty and they won’t show many of the signs listed here—but that’s okay.

The point isn’t to catch every girl who’s like this. The point is to save time by weeding out the easy ones. And once you do that, you’ll be closer to finding a girl who’s worth the investment.

So be smart, stay strong, and have a little fun too. It’s easy to get too serious about things like this, but keep a good attitude and you’ll be fine.

If you know what all to avoid, just imagine how much you can cherish a keeper.

-Drew

[saikostories]

FT - A Moment with You pt12

"Mira.. have you seen Lucy?" Gray came up to the bar. "No. I don't think she has come in yet.. so Gray.. I heard from several people that you and Lucy left together yesterday.. how was your date?" Mira said with hearts in her eyes. "It…" he blushed.. "went well."

"I KNEW IT! YOU TWO ARE DATING!" Mira screamed.

Everyone looked over at them.

"Mira…" Gray face palmed himself. "Gray-sama…" a voice was heard behind him.

His heart rate increased. … he gulped.. turning around he found himself face to face with Juvia.

"Juvia is ready for our date now." She blushed and squirmed.

Gray was cringing now.. he could feel the dark aura behind him.

"Gray….." Mira said with dark aura swirling around her.. "Mira.. wait.. hear me out." Gray said with his hands up in surrender. His face pale with fear...

It was darker in this portion of the forest.. the trees were tall and sunlight traveled in beams of yellow warm light through the leaves above. Gajeel was holding onto Lucy's hand tightly. She was stumbling a lot and was trying to act like nothing was bothering her. It didn't help that the ground had tree roots sprouting everywhere that aided in making the journey more difficult for her. And yet once again, she tripped on a root.. and Gajeel lunged to grab her. He held tightly onto her waist and had a deep frown on his face. He was annoyed.

"Thanks.." Lucy said with a flushed face. "Bunnygirl.. you can't be tripping on every tree root in this whole dang forest." He growled. "It's not every tree root! And do you see the ground? Do you not see the amount of tree roots popping out everywhere?" "Do you not see them? I'm not the one tripping. I swear… I think you've become even more clumsy than before you got the dragon lacrima… or blind." "HEY!" Lucy pouted. "Oiy Lily.. Take her ahead." "Okay." Lily said as he flew into the air and grabbed ahold of Lucy.

The two flew ahead dodging trees.

"I can walk just fine.." Lucy mumbled. "Sorry Lucy.. you have to admit though.. you are pretty clumsy" "LILY!"

Lily smirked as he kept on flying. And soon… Lucy's eyes widened as they came closer to a dark mass..

"Metallicana.." she whispered. The dragon's head rose and his tail slowly moved away from his body.

"So.. we meet again." Metallicana said Lily landed Lucy gently on her feet and flew down to the ground. Not a second later, Gajeel ran up next to them.

"What took you so long brat." The dragon hissed at Gajeel. "Don't look at me.. she was the one lagging and tripping over every little thing on the way here." Gajeel crossed his arms.

Lucy looked over at Gajeel and glared… "I did not." she seethed. "Tch.. did too." Gajeel glared back at her. "Did not." Lucy crossed her arms. "Did too." Gajeel bent closer to her and continued to glare.

"Silence." Metallicana growled at them. "Gajeel… go and get firewood ready.. it's already almost dark." "Yea yea…" Gajeel said as he turned around and went back into the forest.. "I'll… go help too." Lily said as he flew away.

Lucy stood standing alone in front of Metallicana. "uhm.. hello." She said nervously.

Metallicana raised his eyebrow at her in amusement. "uhm… you said you wanted to speak with me?" Lucy was beyond nervous… she was speaking to a dragon.. Gajeel's father.. the great Iron Dragon…

"Who are you?" "heh…?!" "I asked.. who are you?"

"I'm… Lucy Heartfilia of FairyTail. The only child of Layla and Jude Heartfilia. Celestial mage.."

"Wrong."

Lucy was startled.. "Try.. again." He stood up and Lucy took a step back. "I'll give you one last try."

She was sweating bullets now.. why had Lily and Gajeel left her all alone with Metallicana.. WHY?!

"Uhmm…. Uhm…." Lucy looked up at the dragon standing before her.. the sunlight that managed to pass through the leaves above reflected upon Metallicana's metal surface. Her anxiety began to subside.. and instead.. admiration of Metallicana's beauty and power began to grow… not fear like she had experienced during the Eclipse Gate fiasco.. but awe.. of what mighty Dragons were supposed to be.

Dragons….

Dragons…

She clenched her chest.. "I.. am Lucy Heartfilia… Celestial… dragon slayer." Her eyes widened… and she looked into Metallicana's eyes. The dragon gave a sharp toothy grin.. "Well… at least you're smart.. and not completely hopeless."

Lucy paled…

Awkward silence ensued after…Metallicana waited in amusement for what Lucy would do next.. but to his boredom.. she just stood absolutely still.. like a deer in headlights..

He brought his head down to his paws and closed his eyes.

"There are things you need to know about being a dragon slayer.. especially being the celestial dragon slayer."

Lucy's eyes widened.. she had never expected Metallicana.. to actively seek her out to help her.

"Long ago.. there was female dragon that fell in love with a male dragon. And that female dragon was loved by many males that fought over her.. even killing each other… for she had beauty and scales of gold. One day… she was taken and forced into a partnership by a powerful male dragon.. refusing to be with a dragon she didn't love, she died. And so the did the dragon that mated her."

He noticed her wide eyes and great attention to his story.

"You…. are in a position where you are being sought by the dragon slayers around you.. you are in no different a situation than that of that female dragon. A dragon can only have one partner in life… I am sure you are smart enough to know why I am telling you this story."

Lucy's wide gaze now went to the ground… she tried to make sense of everything being told.

"If they fall in love with you.. what do you think will happen to them? When the power of dragons is fueled by our emotions and ties with those around us.. "

She fell to her knees..

"You've seen first hand… what the power of emotion does to a dragon slayer.." She thought back to the times Natsu.. Gajeel.. Laxus.. all were consumed by their emotions.. their power… the formation of dragon scales on their skin.. their teeth. Their eyes… the thought of the three attacking each other in uncontrollable rage.. made her heart sink.. and even the thought that if she chose the wrong dragon slayer or man.. that she could end up dead along with her forceds partner.. made her blood run cold. "Why do you think they came back for you.. disregarding all the dangers of time travel.. they have changed the entire course of time… the future is completely altered…"

She brought her hands up to her head.. She remembered their competitiveness with each other.. their weird glances at each throughout the day.. unconsciously.. they had declared war on one another. Their possessiveness of her.. everything. If they were just like dragons, could they possibly hurt each other… over her?

"They thought that implanting the dragon lacrima in you would solve everything… Fools"

Her mind was running and running.. but one thing didn't make sense. "Was… that dragon... the golden dragon, Cosmologia?"

Metallicana opened his eyes and stared into hers. "She was.. wasn't she?.. then.. how are you alive?" "I’m surprised you know her by that name... but to answer your question... Yes. It was. I.. was her true mate.. the dragon she should have been with." The dragon shifted his head so that Lucy could no longer see his face. He took deep breaths and looked to be ready for a nap. Discussion time was over.. and that was all Metallicana was going to tell her. Lucy watched Metallicana silently.. and with a sudden grab at her chest… her body lit up with bright yellow light and she disappeared.

Soon after, Gajeel and lily came walking back to where Metallicana was with logs of firewood in their hands. "Where's bunnygirl?"

 -

Pant pant.. pant.. she was clutching her chest.. the burning subsided and in its place was a cooling sensation. She looked around.. her desk.. her bed... A wide smile grew on her face. It was mid day now and everyone at the guild was having a relaxing day. Mira had gotten the latest scoop of Gray and Juvia's date from yesterday. She was surprised to find that Gray had enjoyed his date with Juvia and had taken the time to get to know her better. Juvia spilled the beans and rambled on and on about how sweet the date was and how he was so amazing. Gray on the other hand drank and chilled with the other men of the guild.. not particularly divulging any information about the date other than the fact that it was nice. The men all seething with jealousy.. Gray had not only gone on a date with Juvia.. but Lucy as well.. TWO GIRLS! It didn't help that both were fairly beautiful and one of the most popular girls in the guild. But what they couldn't get over was that Lucy had finally opened up to Gray to go on a date... Laxus was sharing some comfortable silence with Master Makarov at a table.. both drinking their own beers.. Laxus had informed Master Makarov of Lucy's events in the last two days… Master Makarov just nodded and seemed to be too calm. And so Laxus' suspicions rose on whether Master was hiding something from him.

And then he smelt her..

The door opened Lucy walked in. Plue in her arms. Laxus was surprised.. he hadn't expected Lucy to come to guild today after yesterdays events... and especially alone and happy as she was.

"Good afternoon Lucy." Mira yelled. "Lucy" Gray said smiling from his table. "Hi Mira. Hey Gray." Lucy smiled and walked towards Gray's table.

In the process all the other men surrounding him dispersed away and left the two alone. Lucy sat down and began talking to Gray. Juvia.. was still sitting at the bar talking with the girls.

"Juvia.. does Lucy know that you went on a date with Gray?" Lisanna asked softly. "Juvia doesn't know.. Juvia thinks love-rival doesn't"

Lucy's eyes widened..

"What's up Lucy? You okay?" Gray asked noticing her sudden change. Laxus who had been looking away from Lucy turned around to see her reaction.. he knew that she heard perfectly clear.

"I'm fine Gray. So… how was your date with Juvia?" Lucy smiled. Everyone around the two became dead silent..

Gray's eyes widened.. "Lucy… I.." he stopped. "Well? How was it?" She smiled warmly. "It… was… good?" Gray was pale and sweating now.. he didn't know what Lucy was playing at. "Well that's good. I'm happy for you. You finally opened up to her. I'm proud of you Gray." Lucy put a hand on his shoulder. Gray was speechless.. so were everyone else. Lucy looked around for Juvia.. and smiled. "I'm in full support of Gruvia!" Juvia was wide-eyed… Gray was wide-eyed.. All the men were confused.. the girls smiling.

"Love rival is no longer my love rival!" Juvia cried as she ran over to Lucy and Gray. "Of course not. I never stood a chance against you Juvia." Lucy said laughing. "Wait.. Lucy." Gray said panicking.. "Gray-sama!" Juvia clung unto Gray. "Nooooo Lucy let me explain!" Gray reached out towards Lucy.. Juvia holding onto Gray's waist. Lucy just laughed as she walked away towards the mission board. Laxus kept watching Lucy from his seat. Blankly watching Lucy with a serious face. But as he noticed her walking towards the mission board.. he frowned. Makarov noticed Laxus' unwavering gaze on Lucy.. he looked alternatingly between the two.. Lucy and Laxus... He smirked and continued to drink his beer. Mira too noticed Laxus' unwavering stare at the celestial dragon slayer. She watched Laxus with curiosity. She glanced through each job request.. bandits here.. fixing there.. body guard here… all sorts of requests… she found one that was interesting towards the top of the board. She tiptoed onto her toes to reach it. But then she saw a shadow appear over her.. she had sensed his scent become stronger in the last few seconds.. and the shadow cast over her confirmed her theory.

"Hello Laxus" Lucy smiled as she continued to try and reach for the flier.

Laxus' raises an eyebrow.. "What.. do you think you are doing." He said in a low voice. "Taking up a job request." Lucy jumped a little to get the flier.. but it was just at her fingertips. "What happened to metal freak... I thought you went to see his dragon?" "Yup I did. Saw him and came home." She continued to jump up and down.. and her chest with her. "…" Laxus just watched her in amusement.

She finally got the flyer between her fingers and was about to pull the flyer down when Laxus' giant hand slammed the flyer to the wall. The loud bang of Laxus' hand against the mission board brought the attention of many towards them..

"You are in no condition to go out taking missions again." "And who are you to say I can't" Lucy turned around putting her hand on her hips. She frowned slightly as she looked up at him. "I say so.." Laxus looked at her with a serious face. "What? You have no authority over me. And why can't I?" Lucy crossed her arms. Laxus bent down to face her face to face.. she stepped back to lean away from him and walked into the wall. His face was awfully close now.

"I know exactly what state you are in by just looking at you. Sorry Blondie.. but you aren't hard to read. And plus… I was implanted with a dragon lacrima too.. " he pointed to his temple.. "Remember?"

"I'm not easy to read. And I'm perfectly fine." Lucy pouted and frowned.

"Ha." He straightened out his posture. "Whatever. You don't know how to control your new magic or even let alone use it. You'll just die out there. Plus... didn’t Jiji say you couldn’t anyway? Are you planning on breaking the rules Blondie?" He took the flyer in his hand and took a few steps away. "No I’m not now Give it back Laxus." She dropped her arms. "I was looking at that job first."

He turned around and looked at her with a smirk.

"It's mine now." "You know.. you can be a real jerk sometimes." Lucy crossed her arms and frowned.

He glared her..

"What did you say?" "You can be a real jerk sometimes!" Lucy yelled, not backing down. Everyone around them started backing away.. Lucy.. had just yelled Laxus.. and they did NOT want to be in the crossfire. Laxus stalked up to her and glared down at her.

"I come over here.. telling you you can't go on missions for your own safety.. and you tell me I'm a jerk?"

"You're a jerk because you just watched me struggle to try and get that flier the entire time.. and then you go and steal the mission I want. It's a simple mission that doesn’t need any magic to complete it and gives little money. You obviously don't need it. You think you're being nice? You are a jerk."

"If you think I'm such a jerk.. what about two nights ago?" Laxus growled back. "What do you call that then huh?"

The guild was dead silent.. Gray's eyes widened.. 2 nights ago?.. after he had dropped her off at home? He froze in Juvia's embrace..

"I don't know what you're talking about." Lucy panicked.. she didn't want anyone to know what she was doing in the lake.. it was her secret.. she had to stop Laxus from talking about that night

"Oh… don't you act like you don't remember.." Laxus smirked.. "What happened 2 nights ago?" Levy asked from her seat at the bar. "Nothing!.. I just went for a swim.. I.. " "TCH.. I found her at the lake.. washed up ashore.. shivering and cold. So I took her home and she stayed the night." He crossed his arms. "What were you doing in swimming at night? Where? At the lake?" Gray said alarmed. "I.. just wanted to go for a swim" Lucy said laughing nervously. "Wait.. You stayed the night? So.. it was just you two.. all alone?" Cana said surprised and smiling. "Wait.. you stayed at Laxus' place?!" Levy said shocked. "Yea.. I.. fell asleep… but.." Lucy tried to explain. "Where did you sleep?" Mira asked smiling mischieviously. "I.."

"She slept in my bed of course." Laxus said with a irritated look.

Mira, Cana, Levy, Lisanna, and everyone else.. looked shocked at Lucy and Laxus.. When.. when did THEY happen?!

"STOP IT LAXUS. YOU'RE GIVING EVERYONE THE WRONG IDEA! NOTHING HAPPENED BETWEEN US! I did sleep in his bed.. but he slept on the couch!" Lucy said panicking.

"Whatever blondie…" Laxus smirked.. "feel free to come by anytime to pick up the things you left behind." He was clearly enjoying toying around with Lucy.. he didn't mind what the other members thought that might have happened between her and him. And something about the whole situation.. made him smile.

"I NEVER LEFT ANYTHING! NOTHING HAPPENED!" Lucy yelled. She grabbed his hand and took the flier from it. She glared at him and hissed…

"You'll pay for this sparky."

"Sparky? You better give that flier back if you know what's good for you.. " Laxus said in a serious tone now. He wasn't kidding when he said she couldn't go on a mission. He knew how unstable her magic was.. it was only the second week she's had it for goodness sakes.. no one knew what her magic capacity was anymore… let alone what dragon slayer magic she would come to learn.. it was all just too early..

His eyes widened when he saw her smirk. She stepped a couple steps backwards away from him.

"Mira~ I'm going to take this mission." "Lucy… I don't think you should be going on missions so soon.." Mira said worried. "I'll be fine~ Don't worry! I'll show you all I'm perfectly fine and capable." Lucy said smiling.

"Hand it over." Laxus said getting more annoyed now. "And don't you dare think about running.."

"Make me." Lucy smirked. Everyone was amazed at Lucy's boldness..

"Are you crazy Blondie? Do you know who you're talking to?" Laxus frowned at her. "Yeah... do you?" She said lifting the flier up towards eye-level.

"Be back soon Mira~" Lucy said smiling as she winked at Laxus. Her body began to light up..

Laxus eye's widened and he lightning lunged towards to grab her. But he just found open air in her place.. He stared at the very place Lucy had stood just a second before..

Everyone did.. a few seconds passed… and then the guild went into to uproar. "WHERE DID LUCY GO?!" "HOW DID SHE DO THAT?!" "CAN.. SHE TELEPORT?" "IS THAT TELEPORTATION MAGIC?"

Laxus clenched his fists.. he walked over to his grandpa.. and sat at the table again. He chugged his beer and sat annoyed.. the raijinshu were sitting at the table right next to him..

"Laxus…" Master Makarov said calmly. "…yea….." "Go check on her." Master Makarov took a sip of his beer. "WHAT?!" "Make sure she doesn't hurt herself.. you're worried for her too anyways.. just watch over her as she completes her mission.. I know she can do it.. but whether she can without any damages…" he took another sip. "I'm not a babysitter Jiji.. I've got stuff and my own missions to do." Laxus got up and began to walk away. "Laxus… make sure she makes it home!"

Laxus continued walking to the guild exit. The raijinshu followed faithfully after him.

"Is it just me… or is Laxus flirting with Lucy?" Lisanna came up to Mira. "It is interesting isn't it Lisanna.. for some reason.. when it comes to Lucy.. he's always doing and saying surprising things.." Mira said smiling as she dried her mugs. He blinked a few times in thought.. had he been acting differently with Lucy? He continued on acting annoyed to the situation.. but inside.. he knew. That he was going to find her and make her pay for not listening to him.. once again.. she had run away.. and he was going to catch her all right.. Gray frowned as he look at his hands.. wondering what he had done wrong.. he thought he finally had a chance.. an upper hand… and now.. it was completely gone.. he looked to his side where Juvia was hanging.. she smiled warmly up at him.. he laughed at her warm smile… and admired Juvia's smiling face.. something warm began to grow in his chest.. he sighed.. at least now.. It was for certain.. Lucy and He.. could never work.. but as partners in a team.. they would be as close as always. At least he would always have that..

"So you finally arrived.. what took you so long Salamander" "Heh.. Igneel and I lost track of time because we were training." "Figures.." "How are you and Grandeeny Wendy?" "I'm a little nervous... but we are ready." "Gihi.. let's do this…" "Yeah! I'm all fired up!"

-

A flash of light appeared in the middle of a meadow. She fell to her knees. Space jumping was still very difficult for her and took almost all of her energy reserves.

"OH MY GOSH… HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!" she grabbed her hair. "I CAN'T BELIEVE I SAID THAT TO LAXUS." She started comically crying. "I really need to get my head down to Earthland.." she shivered. She couldn't believe she had the nerve to argue with him in front of the entire guild and why was she being flirtatious with him! That wink… was SOOO unnecessary. She took a deep breath in and out to calm herself. "He isn't Laxus.. I mean.. older handsome kinder Laxus. C'mon Lucy get a hold of yourself. That's it. When I get back to the guild, I'll just avoid him. We'll be just like before everything happened. Nothing has changed. But that jerk! How dare he go misleading everyone!" She slapped her cheeks with both hands.

Opening her eyes she looked at her surroundings. Her eyes widened. She looked left. Then right. "Where…. Am I?" She was in the middle of a meadow. With no one around. Beautiful flowers swayed in the wind and the puffy clouds were crawling by above. "EEEHHH! WHERE AM I!?" She stood up and looked around. She knew the place felt familiar. She turned around and her eyes widened as she a familiar mountain. She stepped forward and took in the sight of Mt. Goyang.

-

"Well.. I guess she went straight to the client." Bixlow said opening a drawer. He opened his mouth and smiled wickedly as he lifted a lacy panty from the drawer.

"Awww… Jackpot!" Bixlow said. "Jackpot Jackpot!" his puppets chanted.

Laxus looked over at Bixlow from the corner of his eye. When he saw the undergarment, he raised an eyebrow. Black lacy panties. "So… you like those kind of stuff" he thought to himself and smirked.

"Stop going through her stuff Bixlow. She's going to have a fit if she finds out that you out of all people went through her underwear" Evergreen said fanning herself from Lucy's bed.

"Ever is right Bixlow. You shouldn't be looking at Lucy's undergarments." He blushed as he sat at Lucy's desk. He was busy reading her manuscript.

"You're no better Freed." Ever said uninterested. "I'm pretty sure Lucy is not going to be happy with you reading her stuff….. it's terrible isn't it?" she laughed.

"It's…. really good actually." Freed said with raised eyebrows. "Ha.. I thought so!.. wait. What? Really?" Ever said surprised. "You actually like it?"

"And what are you all doing here!" a fat stubby lady stood in the doorway of Lucy's room.

"Uhm... hello. We are Lucy Heartfilia's friends." Freed said surprised.

"I know you all. You're all mages from FairyTail. I know Lucy likes to have guys over all the time. Like that pink haired pyromaniac. Such a scandalous girl." The team all raised their eyebrows in surprise. Laxus was very amused. "But you need to leave immediately. How dare you enter a girl's apartment through her window. She's not here so shoo shoo!" The lady pushed them towards the window.

"Okay okay we're leaving!" Ever said as she jumped out the window. Bixlow, Freed, and Laxus followed afterwards. The team looked up at the window and the fat stubby lady slammed the window closed and locked it.

"I really wanted to finish reading…" Freed said a little sad. "What was it about anyway?" Bixlow asked.

Freed smiled. "Four knights, who are actually princes in disguise, and a beautiful princess." "Ha.. figures.. Cosplay girl must have gotten a princess complex from all those times Loke keeps popping up after her." "Psh.. Lucy a princess. I'm more suitable to be a princess than her." Ever said smugly.

Four Princes.... It must be about us... no, them.... Laxus thought to himself before calling out the rest of the team "C'mon let's go."

"So where we headed?" Bixlow said with his hands behind his head. "To the client. She must be there." Laxus said. "We should hurry. She might be just as reckless as her teammates." Ever said sweatdropping. "Yea." the three other men said sweatdropping also.

She walked through the streets marveling how the town had changed. Bustling happy people everywhere. Men and women were now living in city. A certain store caught her eye.

Pilly's Magic Shop

Her eyes widened and a big smile grew on her face. The thought of new keys made her jump in glee. She ran into the store. Upon entering she saw that there were odd magic items everywhere. She walked towards the glass counter and rang the bell.

"Hello!" She said.

A creepy old white haired lady slowly appeared up from behind the counter.

"EEEEHHH!" Lucy screamed in shock. "STOP SCREAMING SO LOUDLY!" the lady yelled.

Lucy covered her mouth with her hands. The lady poofed! And in the old lady's place stood a beautiful black haired girl.

"Haha...Sorry if I scared you. You just caught me testing my latest creation." She said. "What.. was that just now?" Lucy said cautiously.

"Ah.. my latest potion. It lets the user age a while and it only lasts for a day or until you want it to. You just need to increase your magic pressure to a certain point and the potion will wear off." The girl said happily.

"My name is Pilly. What can I do for you today?" Pilly smiled.

"I was wondering if you had any silver celestial keys actually." Lucy said relaxing now. "Oh.. I'm sorry. I just sold me last key to a white haired celestial mage recently." Yukino? "That is a shame." Lucy said a little depressed. "Anything else I can help you with?" "No. Thank you anyways." Lucy said as she turned around to leave.

"Thanks for stopping by!" Pilly said.

Lucy took a few steps and was about to open the door. She turned her head towards Pilly.

"You.. don't by chance have a similar potion that makes you younger do you?"

"Depends.. I will only make it by special request. It's a potion of my own invention. What are you planning on using it for? You're young and beautiful right now? Don't know why you'd need it."

"Well… I'm kind of in a tricky situation." Lucy said walking back over to Pilly. "Do tell. I do love stories." Pilly said putting her elbows on the counter and her hands under her chin. She smiled warmly. "Well if you don't mind that is."

"I need to make myself unavailable. For the safety of others." Pithy scrunched her face. "Unavailable?" "Yes.. romantically. Make it so it's impossible for me to be involved romantically at the moment. Only for a little bit. Until everyone else is figured out."

"Well… you are in a tricky situation. So... I'm assuming you're in some love triangle or something huh?" "Yes! How did you know!?" Lucys said surprised. "Well.. I'm a woman too. I can understand your feelings. How long are you thinking of using the potion for? Matters of the heart don't resolve over night. It could take years."

"No.. just for a couple months or so. It's not so much for them.. but for me. I'm young and I have a whole life of adventures waiting for me. I don't want to deal with romance or love rivals right now. Haha.. So.. I'm taking myself out of the equation. If I can turn into a younger age then maybe things won't go the way I fear." Lucy said.

"Maybe this way.. the dragon slayers can all find their mates and be happy. I'll be doing the right thing. Best not to get anything started with them to prevent history from repeating."

Pilly smiled warmly and put a hand on Lucy's hand.

"You sure you want to do this? What if you miss your chance with THE ONE."

"That's very sweet. But.. I just got my life back. I don't want any drama right now. This is the best option for me."

Pilly stood up and put her hands to her hips. "Well then.. I'll get started on it then."

"Thank you!" Lucy said happily. "It'll be made by tomorrow. Oh… and it's going to cost a pretty penny though." "Hm.. " Lucy opened a pouch on her belt. She took out a sapphire gem. "Is this enough?"

"WOAH! WHERE'D YOU GET THAT? It looks just like the ones excavated from the mountain. They've stopped mining for gems because of the monsters that are coming down the mountain." Pilly took the sapphire from her.

"It's because it is from the mountain. I received it as a reward for a mission a while back." Pilly looked at her with slight suspicion.. "You.. don't happen to be the one who saved the city a while back.. are you?"

"Yup. I'll see you tomorrow! Thanks a lot Pilly!" Lucy said waiving and leaving the store.

Pilly stood there amazed.. Lucy Heartfilia was back in town. "LUCY HEARTFILIA WAS JUST IN MY STORE!" Pilly screamed with wide eyes.

"Ahh! What magnificent creatures!" he stood standing before the three dragons. His eyes wide and his mouth open in excitement and awe.

"Yo Grand Senpai!" Natsu said waiving from Igneel's head. He jumped down. Gajeel and Wendy jumped down as well.

Gajeel landed and smirked. "So he's of the four gods of Ishgar" he thought to himself.

"Hello Warrod-sama!" Wendy said happily. "Ohh! We meet again youngsters. And a new youngster." Warrod said looking at Gajeel. Gajeel eyebrows twitched. "Young….ster?" "HAHAHAHAHA" Metallicana laughed behind Gajeel.

"Ohh.. and what do I have the pleasure of meeting you youngsters and your dragon parents?" Warrod said smiling. "We have a favor to ask." Natsu said scratching his head. "Favor?" "Warrod-sama.. are you able to turn our parents into humans?" Wendy said.

Warrod blinked several times. Silence.

"IT'S IMPOSSIBLE!" Warrod yelled.

Natsu, Gajeel, and Wendy all looked away.. and then looked up at their parents. Worry in their eyes.. they had hoped that by utilizing Warrod's wisdom and green magic… maybe, just maybe. Their parents could transform into humans for their safety and so that they could all live together. Especially after the eclipse gate incident, it wasn't very wise to have dragons roaming about publicly.

Seeing the drastic drop in mood, Warrod smiled.

"I JOKE, I JOKE!"

Natsu and Wendy looked towards Warrod sweatdropping. Gajeel's nose was twitching with irritation.

"I'll see what I can do." Warrod said with a glimmering eyes.

"FINALLY! YOU MUST BE THE FAIRYTAIL MAGES I ASKED FOR!" the client said bustling about his store. "Sir, we are indeed from FairyTail but we are not here to accept your request." "TCH THEN WHY ARE YOU HERE?" the client said as he gathered clothes and accessories onto a clothes hanger. "We're looking for our guild mate who did accept your request. Her name is Lucy Heartfilia." Laxus said in a professional voice. "Lucy Heartfilia accepted my request?! Then why isn't she here?! I haven't seen her at all. If she isn't here in the next 15 minutes my show is ruined!" the man cried.

Laxus turned around and faced his teammates.

"What do we do now… she isn't here." Ever said frowning. "Maybe she got lost along the way." Bixlow said. "Lost lost!" his babies cried. "That might be possible.. either way... I say we wait for her." Freed said. "That fureikn blondie.. I told her she couldn't handle jobs right now." Laxus was getting very annoyed.

"Well since you are all here. Are you going to accept my job request or not." the man said angrily. "Yes. We will." Laxus said hiding his irritation with a calm face. "FairyTail has accepted your request and you have our word. We'll make sure your show is the best fashion show ever." Freed said smiling.

"Great! Thank you so much! Now.. put these on." The man gave each of them an oufit. "OKAY LADIES I NEED HELP HERE WITH THESE MODELS! GET THEM FITTED AND READY FOR SHOWTIME!" the man yelled out.

Soon teams of stylists and make up artists were bustling about the Raijinshuu and Laxus.

Laxus sighed heavily.. What had he gotten himself into.

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.

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"COOOL! SO COOL! THE RAIJINSHUU IS HERE! COOOOOL IS THAT LAXUS DREYAR!?" was heard in the back

"FOR THE LOVE OF-" Laxus said angrily.. Laxus did NOT want to be in a fashion show. He did NOT want strangers to be looking him up and down. And most definitely.. he did NOT want this embarrasing event to be recorded for all of Fiore to see...

The Raijinshuu paled.

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Jason. was. here.

-

Walking out of the shop, she strolled along the streets once again. Smiling and excited for tomorrow to arrive. But in the mean time..

"Wait.. where am I going to stay.." Lucy paled as a swirling gust of wind flew by. "sigh… I really should have thought this through.. If I space jump now, I might not be able to come back again." Lucy bit her bottom lip.

"STOP GIVE IT BACK!" a boy yelled. "And what if I don't? What you going to do about it huh?!" a older boy kicked the younger boy down to the ground. "HAHA stay down!" The older boy had a balloon in his hand and was smirking mischievously. He had a needle in his hand and he slowly brought to the balloon.

The younger boy's eyes widened.. "NO PLEASE!"

"HEY!" Lucy screamed at the bully. The older boy looked over at Lucy with a glare and was soon wide-eyed. The younger boy crying on the floor looked over at Lucy and his eyes widened as well. Lucy.. had her death glare on. The one that could scare Natsu and Gray into ceasefire. "You better not pop that balloon.. Or I'll make sure to POP you some manners!" Lucy said stomping over. She glared down at the boy and he gulped. He gave the balloon over to her and quickly ran away. With the balloon in her hand she squatted down towards the little boy. "Here you go. No need to cry now."

The little boy sniffled. "Thank you… thank you soo much.." he cried harder. "Aww.. Don't cry. Here let's get you up." Lucy helped lift the boy up onto his feet. She remained squatting and patted all the dirt off of the boy's pants and back. "Let's get you back to your parents. Where do you live?" She asked smiling warmly. "I…" the kid looked down at his feet. "Do.. you have parents?" Lucy asked sincerely. "I live with my grandpapa.." he said sniffling still. "Ok. Let's get you to your grandpapa. Okay? Where does he live?" "We live just over there.. but he's not there." "Oh where is he?" "He's at the hospital."

"Oh….." Lucy said worried now. "Do you want to go see him?" "Okay."

Lucy held out her hand and the little boy put his little hand in hers. She gently squeezed and let the boy lead the way. People watched them walk by and began to murmur.. They looked at her a little confused.. some with shock.. and some even happily waving to her. The little boy huddled close to her as he noticed all the people staring. Lucy just smiled and kept walking.

Soon they stood in front of the great big doors of the Mt Goyang Hospital. She took a deep breath.

"So.. are you ready?" "Yes." The boy smiled and pulled her along.

Lucy's heart broke for the child. His grandpapa seemed to be the only family he had here. All sorts of scenarios were racing through her head. Was his grandfather terminally ill? Like her mother? Was he on his death bed… was he..

"GRANDPAPA!" the boy let go on her hand and ran up ahead towards a man. "Oh Luca! What is that in your hand?" the old man chuckled as he picked up his grandson. "Eh…?!" Lucy watched the healthy grandpa with Luca. With a closer look at the older gentleman her eyes widened. "DR. BROM!?" Lucy said.

Dr. Brom looked over at Lucy and his eyes widened with warm surprise.

"Lucy! What are you doing here child!? You look great!" He walked over and gave her a hug. "Grandpapa.. you know this lady?" "Oh Luca. Don't you know how this is?" Dr. Brom said smiling. "No.." the boy shook his head. "Well then. I'll introduce you both. Luca.. this is Lucy Heartfilia from FairyTail"

Luca's eyes widened and his mouth fell open. "REALLY?!"

"Lucy.. this is Luca. My grandchild." Dr. Brom said hugging Luca. "Hi Luca. I'm glad to meet you." Lucy said warmly.

"YOU'RE REALLY LUCY HEARTFILIA! THEY LUCY FROM FAIRYTAIL! WHAT'S FAIRYTAIL LIKE!? DID YOU REALLY BEAT THAT MEAN CAT LADY?! CAN YOU USE MAGIC?! CAN I.." "Calm down Luca… haha.. She'll answer all your questions one by one." Dr. Brom said.

"Okay.. OH! Grandpapa! I got you this!" the boy put the balloon in his grandfather's hand. "Oh?" Dr. Brom looked at the balloon. "Happy birthday grandpapa! I thought you would like it." the boy said happily. Lucy and Dr. Brom.. and nearby nurses.. all smiled warmly at Luca.

"That is very sweet of you Luca. Thank you. I love it and I love you." Dr. Brom squeeze Luca and Luca hugged him back. "Love you too!" Luca giggled.

Lucy smiled with tears at the edges of her eyes. She was so relieved. She had been worrying over nothing. She then realized why the balloon was so precious to Luca.

"Well Lucy.. I'm so glad to see you so healthy and happy!" Dr. Brom said. "Will you be staying long? I hope we can talk and catch up. I'm sure this little youngster has many questions he would like to ask you as well if you don't mind. He is your fan."

"Please please stay!" Luca said with wide eyes. "Haha. I'm planning on leaving tomorrow.. I'm still trying to find a place to stay for the night." "Ah then you must stay with us. It will be an honor to have you as our guest." Dr. Brom said. "Oh.. thank you so much.. but I don't want to intrude.." "No no you must! I insist." Dr. Brom said ushering her to the doors. "You came at the perfect time. I was just about to leave anyways."

-

"well…..? How's it loooook~" Warrod said with wide eyes and a smile.

"woooww grand-senpai! They look amazing! You look amazing dad!" "Of course I do.. the sky does look a lot larger now.."

"Grandeeny.. I'm so happy it worked." "I'm glad it did too Wendy. We can finally live together as a family again."

"HAHAHA… you look like an old man. That's what I'm going to call you.. Old Man Gihi. ACCHHAKKKKK!" "What did you call me boy?!" "AKCJFLADF.. OLD… MAN!" "RRRRRRRRRROOOOAAAARRRRRR!"

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

"Woah…" lily said wide-eyed. "They've retained most of their dragon powers?!" Carla said shocked. "Wow! It's like they are super Natsu, Wendy, and Gajeel!" Happy said with round eyes as well.

"Oh YEA! IM FIRED UP! LET'S FIGHT DAD! YOU AND ME VS. SCRAP METAL HEAD AND HIS DAD!" "That does sound fun." A toothy grin.

"YOU'RE ON SALAMANDER! BUT GET READY TO GET YOUR FACE PLUMMELED! WE'RE GOING TO WIN!" "Igneel.. it's time to settle this once and for all.. my son and I will show you that iron is stronger than fire." Red glinting eyes with a wide grin.

"Let's just watch the show Wendy." "Heh heh… yes Grandeeny."

"Such lively youngsters." Warrod said smiling.

The guild doors slammed open.

Everyone looked over towards the doors and saw Laxus and the Raijinshu walking in.

"Welcome back!" Mira said happily as she served Macao a beer. When she saw the Raijinshus face and specifically Laxus'…. She paled and sweatdropped.

Evergreen, Bixlow, and Freed all looked tired beyond belief.. they dragged their feet and had an air of extreme irritation. Laxus.. had the most fearsome death glare... that could make anyone pee their pants.

"Where's Lucy?" he seethed.

"What do you mean where's Lucy?" Gray stood up from his seat. Even Levy from her seat stared at Laxus in worry. "Lucy did not show up for her mission. We took up the mission instead." Freed said wearily.. he slumped onto a chair and rest his head on top of the table. Ever and Bixlow did the same.

"YOU MEAN SHE'S MISSING?!" Gray yelled now. "Are you sure she's not at home? Did you check everywhere?" Levy spoke up alarmed. "She wasn't at home and we don't know where she could have gone.." Ever said with her head on the table.

"Heh…." Mira sweatdropped and looked towards Master Makarov sitting on a nearby table with Asuka. He too was alarmed.. he was about to speak when..

"OH OH OH! I KNOW!" Asuka said raising her hand. Laxus gaze turned towards the little girl.. Master winced.. causing Laxus to frown even more.. he took heavy steps towards Master and Asuka. With a thud, he sat down in front of them. Asuka looked at Laxus' dark face and became a little nervous. So did everyone else in the guild. Laxus sighed and his shoulders slumped.. he put his giant hand on her head. With that gesture, everyone let out their held breaths and relaxed.

"Hehe.. Hi uncle Laxus.." Asuka said giggling. "Hello Asuka." Laxus said messing up her hair gently. "Did you have fun with jiji today?" "Mhm! I had lots and lots of fun!" Asuka giggled. "Good. So.. you know where blondie is?" "Mhm!" "Will you tell me where she is?"

"Only if you make a promise?"

"And what might this promise be?" Laxus said "You have to promise me that you wont be mad at auntie Lucy." Asuka said with a slight frown to show she was serious. Laxus' eyes widened and his eyebrows rose. Even master Makarov was shocked at Asuka's response. The entire guild watched Asuka in curiosity.

"I don't think I can make that promise Asuka. Blondie has been a very bad girl. And bad girls get punished." Laxus said as he leaned his head on his hand. "Then I won't tell you." Asuka crossed her arms. "Well.. then I guess I have no choice." Laxus said letting out a deep breath.

Asuka tilted her head in confusion. Master Makarov smiled at the two.

"I'll just tickle you till you tell me." Laxus said bringing his hands closer to her, his fingers wiggling. He was smirking as he watched Asuka. "AAHHH NOOO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!" Asuka giggled.

Asuka's laugh resounded throughout the guildhall and made everyone smile. "JI-CHAN SAVE ME!" Asuka jumped off the table and ran around. Laxus smiled as he watched Asuka run away. But then his whole facial expression morphed into that of blatant murderous glare as he looked towards master Makarov.

Master Makarov sighed. "Jiji…. Where's blondie." "She's safe… with Brom."

Laxus' glare softened.. then he gave a confused look to his grandfather. "What… you mean.. Jiji Brom?" "Yes.." "Where is he? How did she find him?" "She.. somehow ended up in the city he has been staying in." "JUST TELL ME WHERE BLONDIE IS BEFORE I GO HUNT HER DOWN MYSELF. When I do find her…" Laxus facepalmed his face and slid his large hand down his face in frustration. Sparks were emitting from his body now.

Master Makarov sighed again….. "M-." "NOOO! Jiji! You can't tell him!" Asuka popped up behind Laxus.

"Sorry Laxus. Asuka says I can't tell you." Master Makarov said smiling. "You wouldn't want Asuka to cry now do you?" It was master Makarov's turn to death glare at Laxus.. Having been defeated… Laxus stood up quietly and gave Asuka a gentle heavy headpat. He walked towards the guild doors.

"If you promise I'll tell you!" Asuka yelled.

Laxus lifted up his hand and gave a goodbye wave to Asuka and Master Makarov. And with that, Laxus left the guild.

"He should just promise.." Asuka pouted. "Well.. it is as he says Asuka. Bad girls get punished." Master Makarov had a glint in his eye. Lisanna and Mira came up to them now. They both shook their heads at Master Makarov. "But Auntie Lucy isn't bad. She's a really nice person! She's saved me twice!" "Is that why you wanted Laxus to promise you? So she doesn't get into trouble?" Lisanna said smiling. "yes…" "That is very sweet of you Asuka." Mira said hugging her. "I just want to save her too!" Asuka said smiling. Mira, Lisanna, and Master Makarov were surprised. Their hearts melted from Asuka's sweetness. With the youngest FairyTail member this strong, they really had the strongest guild in all of Fiore.

-

"You were in FairyTail before?" Lucy said surprised.

"Haha.. yes.. that was quite a long time ago. I was there.. when your teammates were just little children.. and oh let's see…. Laxus was just getting on in his teen years."

"Wow! What were they like?"

They talked for hours. Luca had fallen asleep in Lucy's arms and Dr. Brom indulged Lucy in everything she wanted to know about the FairyTail he remembered.

"Natsu wasn't always such a bright and happy kid. He was lonely for quite some time. Lisanna was always the one who tried to get his mood up and help him assimilate into being with people. Him, happy, and Lisanna were such best friends. Through time, he learned to open up and be happier. "

Lucy smiled. She could imagine them. She felt so sad for Natsu.. it must have been very hard for him to live without parents or his adoptive dragon dad. She admired how well he had grown up.. how strong he had become from where he started.

"Gray.. was always the quiet child. He had that unusual habit of stripping. I hope he outgrew it. Did he?" "No.." "Oh.. that terrible habit of his is going to get himself in trouble one day." "Hehe…."

"Despite that habit, he was such a great kid.. always kind and reserved.. but it all stemmed from having such a traumatic childhood. I don't know what his story is.. but Makarov has told me that he's gone through hell and back." Lucy then realized that she really didn't know much about his past. Other than Leon and Deliora, Lucy never really knew about Gray's family or any specific past about him. It was so puzzling.. he was such a close friend.. yet she didn't know much about his past at all.

"You know.. I really do feel terrible for Laxus… he was such a young boy when his father did that unspeakable act. it really changed him. He never had a good relationship with Ivan.. but after that incident, it became impossible. It was just such a shame.." Lucy fumbled with her hands.. she could feel for Laxus. The bad father relationship. The frustrations.. pain.. everything... They went on and on talking about everything... They laughed at each others stories and after much sharing, Dr. Brom took Luca and went to bed. As she lay in bed to sleep that night, she thought endlessly about FairyTail. how each of her friends were as children and how far they had come since then. It made her smile.. made her proud..

And with such warm feelings, she fell asleep.

[neshabeingchildish]

League of Extraordinary Geniuses || The Prologue

The Girl with the Purple Hair AKA The Smartest Woman in the World 

Author’s Notes

‘They just GAVE her this honorific! The Smartest Woman in the World? How insulting! I didn’t spend the entirety of my life working beyond my hardware and having to remodel and upgrade frequently for some normal human girl to get a few degrees and just RECEIVE status as my female counterpart!’ 

Chase Davenport was in a very bad mood, and currently stuck in his own head. Davenport Industries was donating a dozen high quality, top grade androids to one of its employees, for an assignment in Dystopia, on which she would be attempting to deconstruct and rebuild the city to make it a Davencity - one of the many cities where basically all of the income and resources fit into an ecosystem created and maintained by the success of a Davenport driven economy. 

Chase felt like it was gentrification and colonization, but as long as Mr. Davenport saw to it that the people in the communities selected were allowed to stay and contribute, then at least, they wouldn’t be completely taking away people’s homes and lives. 

So… more of an occupation of sorts, but… Dystopia was one of those places that was such a mess that ANY change had to be for the better, and it was very close to this lady’s heart, apparently. She’d worked there for many years, traveling back and forth on charity missions between semesters in her academic career, ‘until she ingeniously swindled universities into giving her degrees.’ 

Chase pulled up her information in his bionic system, something he had been doing quite religiously ever since finding out that he was expected to be a part of these shenanigans. Mr. Davenport lauded this woman as “the person most fit for this job,” and as a condition of Chase’s current position in the company, he would have to shake the hand of this person in front of the world and approve of that sentiment, ‘thus endorsing the so-called “SmArtEst WOmAn In thE wOrld”’

Feeling that she “swindled” universities was unfair, but he was still pretty raw about all of these plans and mostly about that ‘COMPLETELY UNFATHOMABLE TITLE.’ Secretly, he admired her audacity and her follow through. He would never be able to admit it, as long as she was considered his intellectual equal and a high priority for Mr. Davenport.

She began a little challenge that she called "The Degree Collection Challenge." She would contact the Deans of Ivy League campuses and basically profess that she would be able to complete certain degrees in (some unprecedented amount of time), with their permission. Initially, they would agree, out of the pride and certainty that she couldn't do this. It became her brand - doing all of the work possible to earn an official degree in what should have been not enough time. Organizations began to try to monitor her endeavors and make sure she wasn't somehow cheating, hacking, doing SOMETHING illegal to yield the results that she was yielding, and eventually androids were utilized. Universities paid Davenport Industries A FORTUNE to basically stalk this woman with the intent to prove that she was unfairly gaining elite degrees from their institutions. 

She kept fairly earning her degrees, racking up work, experience, and notoriety as one of the smartest people in the world and her new title as the Degree Collector, ‘a title she can be worthy of.’

It was on her verified social media, and whenever she went to do interviews and speak at colleges, it would always be on the caption or the headlines. He was fine with that. In fact, after a mention from a fan who said that they would LOVE to see her have a conversation with Chase Davenport, the bionic smartest man alive, she confessed that she was a HUGE follower of his work and would also love a conversation with him. He was flattered. She was famous, in her own right, and smart, as well. Also, she looked pretty in all of the photos and footage he saw of her, so finding out that she was a fan was highly favorable.

Her announcement led to Donald arranging the meeting AND giving her a job in one of his places close to her Alma mater, Harvard. She was already earning him money with the android monitoring systems from several colleges, and he wanted someone that popular and smart under his umbrella. Chase would be her “introduction to Davenport Industries” in her biography, even though he didn’t actually have the opportunity to meet her. In fact, his brother, Leo wound up having to pick her up and getting her settled into her new Davenport provided space, because Chase was out on missions. 

She understood. As a self proclaimed huge follower of his work, she knew he went all over the world to tend to various threats, and after a while, the prospect of having a conversation with him became lost and he forgot all about the girl with the purple hair who Donald used as a publicity stunt a few years ago. ‘UNTIL… She became lauded as “the Smartest Woman Alive.” 

For THAT to be true, she would need bionic access to all of the world’s information, to computer connections, satellites, etc. She would have to be extraordinary. She was just some woman with a bunch of degrees that she did get impressively quickly for a typical woman… but still… She was just a typical woman and he got frustrated every time he thought about the fact that her title pretended to rival his! 

“Mr. Davenport?” He heard from behind him and he cleared off his research and cleared out his eye before turning and seeing a slim, petite, far more beautiful in person than in any of the publicity photos where she was typically working. “Hi!” She said, excited and extended her hand, “Charlotte Page. I know that I’m early, but The Dom said that I could let myself in with my access permissions, and I really wanted to be able to speak with you outside of all of his… panoply.” 

Chase shook her hand. It was soft and her handshake was firm. She had on a cream colored pantsuit that fit her form, but was sleeveless and her arms indicated someone who took great care of her body. In fact, her body indicated someone who took great care of her body. And her face, her hair, and so on. 

She didn’t look distressed, disheveled, with a mound of purple hair tied up in a puffy, messy bun. She wasn’t to her knees in an assignment or charity work, or in protective gear in her lab, and she wasn’t online, in a dimly lit room, speaking tired, because of the lack of rest she had. Her hair wasn’t purple either, or curly or puffy... It was... they call those goddess locs, if he remembered correctly from having seen the hairstyle before, and hers were a mixture of browns, with golden accents and charms in them. 

He saw several superhero emblems - Captain Man, Kid Danger, the Dystopian Defenders, ‘So, she’s a superhero fangirl’ some African symbols and cutesy stuff too, a few lightening rods... She was staring at him and he wondered if he was studying her looks too long.

This was the first time he saw her face to face, and it was an amazing sight. “Well… Nice to meet the…” He paused. He realized at that moment that he had never said it out loud and also that he could not.

“The Degree Collector?” She said, saving him the discomfort of calling her the smartest woman alive. She folded her arms casually and said, “Although, my degrees can’t really be at all impressive to you, with the educational catalog that you’ve got. And for what it's worth, I never actually refer to myself as the other thing, either. When there’s someone like you out there and nobody else comparable, that would seem gauche. Not to mention the fact that my life has been teeming with privilege and opportunities. There’s probably a woman out there right now that might have mollywhopped me in the degree collecting challenge if she had more access and wealth, so… I’m good with being Charlotte Page. Charlotte Page is amazing.”

He relaxed a little and felt secretly justified in his silent protest of her being called that. But, now that it was out of the way, he did have other questions and interests about her that he would have already addressed had he not been simmering in anger. He began with, “What is it about Dystopia that makes you so passionate about it?”

A twinkle sparkled in her brown eyes and she was the prettiest and softest thing he could ever remember, in that moment where she thought about Dystopia. She unfolded her arms and began to move her hands around as she talked, “I think it’s because it was my first chosen home. I decided to go there and try to make a small difference. I brought along the two most important people in the world to me and together, we made it our home, for a little while, but made a big difference in a small span of time. Whenever I had to leave, my heart stayed there. My friends didn’t come with me because there was just so much to do and they felt more needed there than I might have needed them with me.” She called over one of the water boys and grabbed a fresh bottle of water from them. “I was working on a Biological and Biomedical Sciences degree and after only one year of doing that, realized that it would take too long for me to do everything that I wanted to do in Dystopia, or even in this world. SO, I took a note out of my friend’s little sister’s book… She managed to graduate high school early because she had to take so many summer classes. I shot for the same basic principle, but on the college level and once it began to be a thing that I just do… I continued and I use everything that I can to try to make Dystopia better, for my friends and for my fondness of it as the first home that I chose for myself.”

“Wow. I’ve actually never chosen a home, so I don’t know this attachment. Mr. Davenport has orchestrated where I go for all of my life,” he admitted.

“Why?”

“Well… Because, he’s the one in charge,” he said and shrugged his shoulders, slightly embarrassed. She studied him for a while and he felt mildly uncomfortable under her watch, but simultaneously enjoyed the attention.

“At least he’s a genius. The gods know I’ve worked under the control of complete idiots before..” She thought for a little while longer, then added, “But… not genius enough, I would say.” She finally commented and averted her eyes to glance around the room. “He’s definitely probably smarter than me, but nobody’s smarter than you. You’re Smartie GOALS. It doesn’t rationally make sense to me that you’re in a room with someone, but you’re not the one in charge.” She shrugged and called over a recycling collector to pass off her empty bottle. “You know?” She punctuated the thought, hoping she wasn’t completely out of line for speaking it.

He placed his hands in his pockets and said, “I’m always the smartest man in the room… but not necessarily the wisest person, and definitely not always right. There has to be some humility to make our dynamic work, and if there are these gods you speak of somewhere, they know that HE’S not going to have any. I’ve challenged his authority a couple of times, but it never works in my favor. He really has an infrastructure that calls for his leadership.”

“Maybe you need to separate yourself from that infrastructure to reach your fullest potential,” she said. He looked at her, startled and she laughed and shook her hands and head, “Sorry, sorry! I realized after I said it that I totally sound like an up-and-coming supervillain trying to get the smartest man alive in her corner! I’ll shut up immediately about that. It’s just...my parents weren’t really that involved in a lot of my decisions… They did this thing where they raised me from the first moment I seemed cognizant to learn to do for myself. I don’t always understand those of you who have a more codependent situation with your parents. I think that I expected less commitment, since you refer to him as “Mr. Davenport. I don’t even refer to him as Mr. Davenport!”

He just laughed a little. It wasn’t really her business how he was raised in a capsule in a basement, that his biological father was someone else, etc. She was just making conversation, and you don’t spring heavy things on pretty girls in the middle of conversation. That’s how you never get pretty girls. One of the many ways, at least. His list was still growing at this stage in his life.

After a while, Donald Davenport came through with the camera crew and the dozen androids. He and Chase presented Charlotte with the supplies and she gave a thank you speech to him, and to Chase, although with all of the emphasis that she put on Chase in this thank you, she noticed that The Dom took it as a slight against him. 

That was one of the reasons she called Donald Davenport, “The Dom,” instead of Mr. Davenport or even Donald. That man would honestly be completely comfortable with total submission from others and she often wondered and worried about his wife with these habits, though his brother, Douglas, told her that the wife “wore the pants” at home. A likely story!

She liked Douglas. He was usually her means of contact. While she did bond with Leo upon her first meeting over their shared experience of limited bionics (and hers being even LESS accessible than his, at the time), it was Douglas that she could count on for fun experiment approval and such. She wished that he was here today, but he had some things to do in Centium City, so he had to miss it. He did promise to help her get settled with the equipment in her Dystopia office, whenever he  finished.

After the speech, Chase escorted Charlotte to the shuttle, hating the thought that when this conversation ended, he’d never see her again, and resenting himself for not being able to meet her sooner, or at the very least, to appreciate her for who she was and seemed to be. “Well, thank you for indulging me,” she said. “I’ve wanted to meet you for so long, and now that dream has been achieved!” Her smile was bright and her eyes were hopeful. “Should… we exchange info, or would that be weird for you?” 

“NO!” He said, too excitedly, with a chaotic smile, then followed up with, “I mean, no, it wouldn’t be weird! Yes, to we should!” 

She laughed uncomfortably and handed him something, “Here’s my contact info.” He looked at the  chip inside of the palm of his hand. “New tech that your Uncle Donald and my mentor Schwoz have been working on. It’s an information chip. It basically lets you, as a bionic have access to a normal that you would have to the other bionics.”

“Like… I can track your GPS?”

“On my devices. I don’t have a GPS system in me, but, you definitely have all my numbers, email addresses, etc, and contact with my devices. So… If you don’t get in touch with me this time around, I’ll know that you just didn’t want to.”

“What if I were a stalker?” He asked.

“You aren’t. You’re not the only person who can do extensive research, Mr. Davenport.” She winked at him and he practically melted. ‘Charlotte Page IS amazing.’

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Three Years Ago...

She heard an electronic alert in her inner ear and uncovered her forearm to check the notification. She tapped the side of her face a few times in order to translate the message, then delete it. “The drop off is here,” she told Henry and Jasper, over the comm. 

“What? We can’t go now!” Henry complained and punched one of the henchmen.

“I know. WE can’t. But, I’ll rendezvous with the supplier and we’ll reassemble at the base,” she said. 

“No! That’s too dangerous.”

“Danger is our brand,” she reminded him.

“Defense. Defense is our brand. That’s why we’re called the Dystopian Defende- Cha… Dystress!” He called out loud. But, she was already barreling her way passed the automatic gunfire being aimed at her and dived behind a collapsed statue.

On the comm, she said, “Deflector… Focus on your mission, and I’ll focus on mind. Catch you when we get back.”

“Dystress, you do not have a forcefield and there is gunfire!”

“T-Force is here with the shipment and if they have to leave it at the drop off, you know that everything will be pillaged. The kids need those supplies.” She adjusted her metal glove gauntlet, pressed some codes on her forearm and groaned as she lifted the biggest piece of the statue and flung it at the shooters. Two were crushed and two ran for cover. Henry and Jasper fought with other henchmen as she made a run for it and slid beneath a pulled up piece of gate to get off of the site.

She notified her contact to beg them not to leave, because she was on her way, then proceeded to run for 15 minutes, dodging curious onlookers and maneuvering through sporadic waves of people. Whenever she reached the drop off, her contact was still there. “Max! Thank God you stayed,” she said and rushed to give him a hug. 

He smiled, “For you? Of course.” They slapped hands and he shook his in pain and hissed. She was quickly apologetic. She still had on her metal glove gauntlet AND her strength was still enhanced. “Were you in a fight?” He wondered. They were usually the contact and coyote for the charity that Charlotte worked with to get quality supplies brought in - everything from seeds, food, school resources, and hygiene products. Sometimes, they couldn’t even PAY for them in the city, because their charity put a dent in the business of too many crime lords depending on child trafficking, child soldiers, and other exploitation of the impoverished kids of Dystopia. But, Max always seemed far more concerned about how Charlotte was doing than the kids he was helping. She had a feeling that he might have had a crush on her.

“Yeah. I had to leave Deflector and Dogwalk in battle to come collect. Supply theft is one of the few crimes that has INCREASED since we got here. We’re causing such a dent in the organized crime, some of the well kept criminals are turning to petty crimes, and some of the bosses are trying to hit our shipments personally. We need an entire goddamn redo with this place. I’m supposed to be leaving after a short while... I didn’t even want to leave them today for this. I hate that they’ll be fighting crime here, probably until they die!” she complained, knowing that she was exaggerating, but also that Max would let her complain to him.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes, “Hey. You get this stuff to the kids and don’t worry about your team. Give me their coordinates,” he said. He was already in his super suit and mentally prepared for a fight.

She tapped on the screen on her arm, sent the coordinates, and he opened a portal, “This one will bring you and your supplies to the base,” he said. Then another opened beside it, “I’m gonna go make sure that your dudes don’t die.” She covered her heart with both hands as he stepped into the golden light and it evaporated with him going to Henry and Jasper’s aid. Charlotte collected all of her things and stepped into the light. Workers would meet her on the other end. 

She came through the other end right outside of the camp, tapped her face twice and her outfit morphed back into regular wear. Her purple hair was even tied up. She took the handle of the trolley and moved towards the base. 

And that was exactly what she thought about whenever she walked back onto base with supplies and resources, from Davenport Industries, ready to execute her most ambitious plan ever.

“Is that Charlotte?” Someone asked. She turned to see the director of the charity and was going to go greet her, but “CHAR!!!” from two very eager big boys came roaring towards her as Jasper and Henry ran up to hug her. 

Jasper lifted her into the air and spun her around. Henry yanked her down and bear hugged her painfully. “Ummm… Are you two trying to incapacitate me?” She asked. They put her down and she shook the director’s hand. Everyone was talking to her at once, but whenever several jets landed nearby, she grimaced and promised, “I’m sorry, but I have to touch base with T-Force and with my deconstruction team,” she pointed a thumb at each of the jets. “I’ll definitely regroup and do stuff with you guys later, though.” She turned to go towards the jets, and Henry and Jasper frowned.

Though, Henry squeezed Jasper’s shoulder and said, “You know her work is very important.”

“And we’re not?” Jasper wondered.

“Yeah, but… I’m sure she’s on a tight schedule. And that’s millions of dollars of support that she has to oversee. Come on. Let’s start on dinner!”

Charlotte’s heart rate sped up the closer she got to the T-Force jet. She had gotten word specifically from Max Thunderman, himself that he was going to be heading up this mission (which was basically to guard the Davenport staff as they set up operations for the project, personally vowing to guard Charlotte with his life. She didn’t need it, but the sentiment still made her all giddy inside. He’d never know it, though. 

Whenever he got out of the jet and approached, advanced and new black super suit with an emblem that rotated fire and ice around a lightning bolt; she dipped her head courteously and said in a calm voice, “Nice to see you, Thunderstrike. How’s the suit working out?” He smiled and pulled her into a hug that she returned, but quickly ended, lest she get caught up in her feelings. 

“It’s working out wonderfully. The best fashion designer that I know designed it and the best biological technologist and engineer that I know made it.” 

Her face warmed up and she couldn’t believe how after not even seeing him for years, the thought of being around him already had her semi floating. “So, you ready to help me to create a whole new Dystopia?”

“I’m ready to watch your back while YOU create a whole new Dystopia,” he said, with his hands held out.

“That works!” It was a good day for her. She had been able to see her favorite people in the world, and set out on a journey that would maybe rightfully earn her that title that made Chase Davenport cringe. 

Throughout the deconstruction, The Defenders kept working Dystopia and with T-Force nearby, Charlotte’s work was able to be done without attacks and theft, AND, she set up daily feeding cycles to discourage stealing and establish healthier diets for less privileged Dystopians. One of the first buildings that was worked on was the high tech, maximum security prison. The other one had been overcrowding since she, Jasper and Henry first came to Dystopia, and Henry had told her that a lot of the lower level criminals were simply released because the courts couldn’t ethically put or keep many of them in there under the population conditions. Charlotte named the place for Max. The Thunderman Super Max Penitentiary of Dystopia. He liked having his name on something and all, but he was more concerned about rehabilitation and reformation. So, she got with an architect for designing a rehabilitation center for criminals and villains who could be redeemed. That one, she put his full name on.

She was working on her favorite thesis during that time on the necessity of superhuman and nonsupers relations for the balance of global inequities and her rapport with Max became a better gateway into the supers world than she previously had, while her relationship with Swellview’s finest gave her the down home and small scale hero angle. 

As things became more functional, and more Davencentric, T-Force was reassigned to other missions and the Elite Force would be rushed in for any emergencies in Dystopia. Charlotte was sad to not be able to see Max as much, but it was kind of nice that she got to see Chase sometimes. Unfortunate that it was usually during a crisis, but they actually worked well together in those. The last visit that the Elite Force (his team) came to assist, she was able to show him the Chase Davenport Reference Library of Dystopia. He was honored, though shocked that “Mr. Davenport would approve this.” She laughed about that. She hadn’t gotten approval on anything and as long as the statistics she sent him kept improving, he wasn’t bothering her for it.

In her time there, jobs had been created with the nearly constant building, the pollution problems had been addressed, littering and waste disposal rectified, plant life and trees planted, wastelands beautified, and the corrupt government and laws cleaned up. The head of the charity was now the Mayor and Henry and Jasper inherited the charity and renamed it Budding Flowers. The base was fortified and remodeled, while The Dystopia Defenders’ lair, the Defender Dome, was erected nearby. 

Dystopia became the most flourishing Davencity in the world. The Dom loved being “the most” something “in the world,” so she was pretty much set for life and the Defender Dome was the lair that Henry and Jasper had both always dreamed of. She had revived the ecosystem and the economy - not on her own of course, but as the leader of the project, she would get the credit deserved of her work and announce additional credit while in her spotlight. She loved Dystopia, and now, she could always be proud of it... But... She didn’t necessarily want to just quit while she was ahead and rest of the fruits of this venture. Charlotte Page was amazing. One city was absolutely an accomplishment for her to save. But... how much more of the world could she save if she kept pressing forward?

“Charlotte Page is amazing,” she said, looking out of the Defender Dome at the city below that was unrecognizable from all of the before photos taken via satellite and from the place that she lived a year and visited on “breaks” from school. It was a new place. She was capable of possibly molding an entire new world.

[hanbeihood]

A D&D 5e Build: Ron Stoppable

I did one of these sometime last year for Halloween and just wanted to do another, so here it is. First up: Why am I attempting to build Ron and /not/ KP? Simply put, Kim is a fairly straight forward build in 5e terms. She’s an Inquisitive Rogue with a single dip into Monk. You could give her some Fighter levels (that UA Unarmed Fighting Style is so tempting) to keep up with Shego’s combat prowess, but her brain is honestly her key feature, making those Rogue levels very valuable (11 at minimum as far as I’m concerned). She’s you’re basic, average girl, and she’s here to save the world. Ronald, on the other hand, is remarkable by just how unremarkable he is while still somehow keeping up with Kim. Barely. For those who didn’t watch Kim Possible when they were younger or don’t have Disney+, he might not even seem like an adventurer. But Ron’s amazing in game terms; he’s at that level of naco cheesiness I just love to play. Plus, he has Rufus, and everyone loves Rufus. Spoilers may appear.

Let’s get into it:

I’m going to be using the standard point array from the PHB. If you would like to roll for stats, just keep in mind where to put your higher and lower rolls.

Ron’s 15 is going into Wisdom. He may seem like a totally inept doof, but he’s incredibly insightful and holds onto his own philosophies. Also, his best friend aside from KP is a naked mole rat (a very smart one at that, but that’s cartoon logic). I’m going to put 14 in Charisma. Ron isn’t intended on being conventionally attractive, but Charisma =/= being hot. It’s all about your presence and ability to get people to listen to you and consider what you’re saying. Ron is somehow able to casually talk with so many villains, so his CHA must be high. Also, he’s an honorary Pixie Scout. 13 is going straight into Constitution. He is R-unstoppable after all... He can take a real beating from even the more threatening foes and eats so many nacos that an above average CON is the only reason he hasn’t been hospitalized for his diet. I’ll give 12 to his Dexterity. He’s dodged lasers, booby traps, and incoming fire from all sorts of things. An adolescence of fighting robots and super-humans will leave you light on your feet and your hands. This may sound weird, but I’m giving his Strength the 10. He’s worked in retail and has lugged around some pretty heavy looking things. And that leaves Intelligence with 8. Ron isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. He says good stuff, but don’t ask him to tutor you for the upcoming exam unless it’s a subject he excels at without question. I know he was kind of a genius when he became evil that one time, but I’m going to rationalize that as his INT & WIS swapping places when his alignment got shifted. Ron’s a Neutral Good guy with Chaotic leanings, so going Evil is bound to mess with your brain in more ways than one.

STR 10 || DEX 12 || CON 13 || INT 8 || WIS 15 || CHA 14

Ron’s a Human of the Variant variety, but if you want to play him as a Bugbear, that’s cool I guess. I’m not your dad. I’m going to bump up his WIS to 16 and CON to 14. And I’m going to give him the Magic Initiate (Wizard) feat. Prestidigitation & Mending can reflect parts of his Movie Makeup Magic Kit, but I’m really taking this feat for Find Familiar so we can have Rufus right off the bat. He’ll also get the Animal Handling skill because Rufus loves him.

For his Background, I’m going with Entertainer for proficiency with Acrobatics, Performance, Disguise Kits, & a musical instrument of your choice. This solidifies his place as the Middleton Mad Dog mascot, the costume of which he made using his MMMK, and he has disguised himself as Mr. Dr. Possible & The Fearless Ferret. However, if you feel that the By Popular Demand feature doesn’t fit Ron quite right, go with the Rustic Hospitality feature from the Folk Hero background.

Oh boy, time for the class.

Ron is a Monk, first and foremost. Despite his clumsy, slacker nature, he’s incredible capable when it comes to dodging blows from Shego & Kim even with his hands behind his back. In addition to Martial Arts & Unarmored Defense, he’ll receive proficiency in Cooking Utensils, Insight, Stealth. He will continue down this class for some time, but what kind of Monk would he be? In the show, he eventually becomes the Supreme Monkey Master as recognized by Master Sensei (I know what you’re thinking.), so we should probably begin with looking for which subclass could best emulate Monkey Kung Fu.

There is a lot of history when it comes to Kung Fu, more than I’m going to type out. That’s not even to mention the 5 variations of the Tai Shing system. I bring this up because Ron’s arch-nemesis, Monkey Fist, is a pracitioner of Tai Shing Pek Kwar and probably would be best described as a user of Wooden Monkey. However, the beauty of 5e is that many different martial art styles can be emulated based on how you use your action economy and describe your attacks & movements. Flavor is everything.

If I were to put all the Monkey magic from the show aside, I would guess Ron could pass as a user of various styles due to him not being nearly trained as much as Monkey Fist in a particular discipline. For D&D 5e, he could be seen as a Drunken Master or Open Hand Monk, but he does have that Monkey magic, putting Four Elements on the table even if we want to say the more mystical side of his simian abilities are due to multiclassing.

At 2nd level, Ron gets access to Ki Points that he can use for Flurry of Blows, Step of the Wind, or Patient Defense. PD is especially handy for the sidekick who would rather avoid danger. He also gets Unarmored Movement which is incredibly useful for a guy like Ron. His running ability landed him a spot on the Middleton High School American football team. Crazy right?

With all that out of the way, I’m going to say once he reaches 3rd level of Monk, Ron will adopt the Way of the Four Elements, learning Elemental Attunement (a more elemental version of Prestidigitation that we can swap out later) & one other viable Four Elements Discipline of your choice. Fist of Unbroken Air is a great option for pushing a foe back while dealing damage. He also gets the ability to Deflect Missiles which is always good.

4th level Monks get the option for an Ability Score Increase or a feat. Take the Lucky feat. It’s honestly super impressive that Ron survived so long fighting baddies before he started his martial arts training. Remember, Kim Possible is one of those shows that has stuff going on off-screen, so there have been many missions between the episodes we see. Monks get Slow Fall here too; Ron falls a lot and this may be how he’s avoided concussions when he should clearly get one.

5th level gives Ron an Extra Attack and Stunning Strike. The best way to avoid a punch is to insure your opponent can’t even throw one. Also, your Martial Arts die is now a d6.

At 6th level, Ron can gain a new 4EleDis as well as swap one out for another. Drop Elemental Attument like I mentioned earlier for Gong of the Summit. This allows you to cast Shatter, and we can flavor this to be a sort of mystical monkey screech. Pick up Clench of the North Wind so you can cast Hold Person; KP will have an easier time boppin’ bad guys when they aren’t moving. Also, your unarmed strikes are now magical when it comes to overcoming resistance and immunity against non-magical attacks & damage. Talk about that Ron factor.

7th level Monks get Evasion for even more ways to avoid danger & Stillness of Mind; he may seem like a coward, but Ron Stoppable won’t be swayed into abandoning his friends.

8th level gives Ron another chance for an ASI/feat. Bump up DEX by 2 to 14 so you can start dealing more damage and have a higher AC. 15 isn’t great but PD has probably served you well if you’ve survived this long.

At 9th level, Ron’s Unarmored Movement is improved so you can have him run along walls or over liquids as long as you keep moving. This isn’t super in-character, but it’s useful.

10th level of Monk gives our boy Purity of Body, making him immune to disease and poison. Looks like he won’t be able to miss school unless he fakes being sick.

11th level is really what we wanted from the Four Elements because now Ron can use Ride the Wind to cast Fly on himself like the Supreme Monkey Master he is. Plus, his Martial Arts die is a d8 now.

For 12th level, we have another ASI/feat opportunity, so that’s another +2 to Ron’s Dexterity for a 16. This gives him an AC of 16 with the ability to take the Dodge action as a bonus action with PD.

I’m going stop here with this build because I think this is a solid place that could potentially coincide with the show, but if you want to take Ron to 20th level, Monks do get two more ASI/feat opportunities at 16th & 19th level. Use these chances to bump up your DEX & WIS to 18 each, or make one of those a 20. Four Elements Monks also get one more Discipline they can take at 17th level; Ron would probably take the Fist of Four Thunders in order to cast Thunderwave. However, if you don’t want to continue levels in Monk, almost any subclass of Fighter or Thief/Swashbuckler Rogue (if your DM is cool with Martial Arts counting towards Sneak Attack) could be viable.

If you decided to opt out of the Magic Initiate feat I took at 1st level, you could easily just take the pet mouse from the Urchin background equipment. Or you could make Rufus a player character with an Awakened Rat as the race if you want him to be more involved.

[omgjasminesimone]

Homecoming Part 3

Bryce x MC

Previous Part: Part 2

Next Part: Part 4

Summary: Bryce and Casey attend his sister’s bachelorette party

Word Count: ~3000

Author’s Note: As always, let me know if you’d like to be tagged for the next parts!

“Ughh.” Bryce mutters as he wakes up, head pounding from his hangover.

After leaving family brunch the day before, all he could think about was how badly he needed a drink. (Not a mimosa though, that would just remind him of his alcoholic mother.) But he had promised Casey he’d teach her how to surf, so they did that first. Later in the night, they met up with the high school friends he was still in contact with for drinks at his favorite Honolulu pub. Back in the day, they didn’t used to card so he’d spent plenty of time there during his teenage years.

Casey fit in seamlessly with his friends, and he enjoyed showing her off. They’d been out very late, had drank quite a lot, to the point where he could almost forget about the brunch disaster.

Bryce is quickly sobering now though. And already dreading the joint bachelorette-bachelor party that they’ll be attending tonight. His mother is hosting at the house, which means it will be an offensive display of wealth. The dress code is black tie, which informs him that it will also be boring.

Bryce rolls over to his side, wrapping at arm around Casey. He kisses the back of her neck, squeezing her gently. “Baby, wake up. Do you still want to go hiking?”

Casey groans, speaking into the pillow. “Too hungover. I feel like I’m dying, amor.”

“Amor?” Bryce repeats, his pronunciation of ‘love’ nowhere near as good as Casey’s.

Casey rolls over to face him. “Now that we’re using the L word, you finally get a term of endearment. All the good Spanish ones are so romantic that I couldn’t use them if you just liked me.”

“All I had to do was tell you that I loved you to finally get my endearment? Well damn, I should have done that months ago.”

Casey laughs, giving him a quick peck.

He’s unsatisfied with such a chaste kiss. He cups her cheeks, pulling her to him and kissing her again. He licks at her lips until she opens her mouth, his tongue sweeping inside.

“Say it again.” He mumbles against her lips when he pulls away. “Roll the r.”

“Amor.” She pronounces, exaggerating the rolled r at the end.

“I love you baby.”

“I love you too, mi amor.”

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 Haku laughs as he surfaces, shaking the chlorinated pool water out of his dark hair.

“Again Uncle Bryce, again!” The boy cries out, swimming back to his uncle.

Bryce grips under Haku’s armpits, hoisting him far into the air once again.  He stretches as Haku hits the water with a large splash. His arms are starting to get tired. Haku really does have limitless energy. That’s why Abigail asked him to babysit. Their mother wanted him out of the house as she made preparations for the party, not running around under the hired help’s feet.

Haku smiles as he surfaces, swimming back once again. “Now let’s play Marco Polo!”

“I don’t know little man. The rest of the hotel guests might not like that.” The pool is fairly popular today, and Bryce narrowly dodges a small girl doggy paddling by him.

Haku pouts. “Ok, I’m taking a bathroom break and then we can have a holding our breath competition!”

Haku hurries out of the pool, tugging up his blue swim trunks. “Do you need me to go with you?” Bryce offers.

Haku looks at him incredulously. “No!” He says insistently. “I’m eight!”

Bryce smirks. “My bad, you’re right. You’re a big boy. But don’t run off! Come right back here!”

Haku rolls his eyes, but doesn’t retort.

Bryce’s gaze falls on Casey, who is watching with a smile from the in-pool bar. He swims to her, leaning against the stool next to her. “I know what you’re thinking.”

Casey sips on her non-alcoholic smoothie, returning his flirty gaze. “And what’s that?”  

“Something along the lines of…” He pitches his voice up in a mocking imitation of her’s. “Wow, Bryce is so good with him. He’s going to be an amazing dad. Definitely not one of those workaholic doctors who never plays with his kids. Wow, I really want him to father my children.” He leans in closer, delighting in the blush that spreads across her olive skin.

“Even if I had been thinking something like that, the arrogance with which you just said that immediately made my ovaries shrivel up.”

Bryce puts a hand over his heart, pretending to be hurt. “Don’t say that babe.” He drops the act, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her softly. “We’d make such pretty babies. And they’d be smart too.” He breathes against her lips.

Haku returns, cannonballing into the water. Bryce kisses her one more time before pulling away. Haku swims to Casey. “Want to do the breath holding competition with us Casey?” Haku asks.

“Why don’t I be the referee? We have to make sure your uncle doesn’t cheat.” Casey whispers the last part conspiratorially.

“I never cheat. When you’re as talented as I am, you don’t have to. I’ll show you who has the better lung capacity Haku. But after that we have to head back to the room and get ready for your mom’s party.”

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Bryce takes a deep breath when he stops the car outside his family’s colossal mansion, composing himself. The valet appears, opening the door for him. He nods, handing over the keys. Haku and Casey step out of the car as their doors are opened as well.

“Haku, come here.” Bryce orders.

Haku approaches and Bryce crouches, fixing Haku’s tie since he’d been playing with it during the car ride. He claps his nephew’s shoulder, and Haku grins before running into the house. Bryce turns to Casey, placing a hand on her lower back. She turns to him, gripping his black tie. “This is crooked.” She straightens it, tugging on it to bring his lips down to her’s when she’s done.

The kiss is chaste, because she’s wearing deep red lipstick and doesn’t want to get it all over him. He admires how beautiful she is for a moment. Her black dress is long with a slit running up to her thigh. The deep v neckline exposes a tasteful amount of cleavage. He smirks when he sees she’s checking him out as well. She’s never seen him in a tux before. As good as he looks in his scrubs, he knows he really shines in a tux.

He offers her his arm. “Shall we?”

She grins, gripping his strong bicep. “Let’s.”

They enter the house, and Casey is clearly awed as soon as she glances around the ballroom he leads her to. Hawaii’s richest and most powerful are all in attendance, mingling and networking in the large open space.

“You guys have a ballroom in your house?” Casey asks with disbelief.

“My parents have a ballroom in their house.” He corrects, grabbing some champagne off the tray of a passing waiter.  

There is a live band playing, but it’s soft elevator music and no one is dancing. Bryce spots Haku sitting in a chair in the corner, playing a video game on a handheld console. “This is a pretty low key bachelorette party. I was hoping for debauchery. And strippers.” Casey comments.

Bryce smirks, resting his hand on her back, a little lower than is proper. “Is that what you’re into? I can strip for you.”

“Was that another one of your med school side hustles?” She jokes.

“Nah, the bartending and modeling were enough to get me through. But I think I’d be good at stripping. Probably one of my many talents. We can find out when we get back to the hotel tonight.”

Any response Casey might have had is interrupted when Mrs. Lahela spots them from across the room and approaches.

“Bryce, dearest.” She is wearing a black ballroom dress, encrusted with expensive stones. She kisses both of his cheeks in a European style greeting. “And Casey, darling, how wonderful to see you again.” She kisses Casey on both cheeks as well, grinning when she pulls away.

Casey is a little thrown off by the transformation. There is a wine glass in her hand, but Bryce’s mother is just sipping on it casually. Nothing like the lush she met at brunch. “Nice to see you again too.” Casey returns.

“You look wonderful.” Mrs. Lahela compliments.

“Thank you, so do you.” Casey replies.

Mrs. Lahela spots someone over Casey’s shoulder and turns back to her with an apologetic grin. “You must excuse me, I just saw the Governor. Hostess duties call, but do try the escargot! It was very expensive and it’s delicious.”

Bryce scoffs when his mother is out of earshot. “She never drinks heavily in front of other people. You’ll learn soon that nothing is more important to my family than appearances and reputation. She saves the alcoholic you met at brunch just for her immediate family.” He answers her silent question.

Casey squeezes his hand comfortingly. “Well, you heard your mother. Let’s find this escargot.”

They meander through the room, sampling the food the wait staff is carrying around.

“Bryce!” Abigail calls, dragging her fiancé behind her by the hand.

“Ryan.” Bryce greets shortly, nodding at the handsome blonde man.

“Hey Bryce. Good to see you again. It’s been years….I think the last time I saw you was prep school graduation.” Ryan responds.

Bryce doesn’t try to keep the conversation going.

“I’m Casey. This is quite the bachelor party.” Casey interjects to fill the awkward silence.

Ryan smiles at her, shaking her hand. “Nice to meet you Casey. I can’t take any credit. Mrs. Lahela – I mean Kate, she insists that I call her Kate now – planned everything.”

As Ryan and Kate talk, Abigail leans in to talk in Bryce’s ear. “Dad wants you to join him in the cigar room.”

Bryce grimaces. The cigar room. That’s never good. “I can’t just leave Casey.”

Abigail shoots him an annoyed look. “She’s a big girl Bryce. She can mingle. Would you just go talk to him so he doesn’t come out here and cause a scene in front of all of my guests?”

Bryce sighs, running a hand through his hair irritably. “Fine.” He turns to Casey, interrupting her conversation with Ryan somewhat rudely, but he really doesn’t like Ryan. Back in prep school, Ryan had been a womanizer, a bully, an elitist who treated the boarding school staff terribly, and just an all-around asshole.  

“Baby, I’ve got to go for a few minutes. Will you be okay out here?”

“Of course Bryce. I’m a big girl.”

Abigail smiles. “That’s what I said. Come on Casey, I’m going to introduce you to a few people.”

Bryce reluctantly walks through the hall to the cigar room. He knocks, and waits for his father to say “enter” before opening the door.

Aoloa sits in his favorite red plush chair, very expensive and reminiscent of a throne. Bryce’s older brother Francis sits in a smaller chair beside their father. In addition to his family, some close male family friends are also in the room. They’re all puffing on expensive cigars.

“Bryce, take a seat. Have a cigar.” Aoloa suggests, but it comes off as a demand.

Bryce sits on a couch beside his father’s lawyer, nodding at the older man. “I’ll pass on the cigar. It’s not good for you.” Bryce replies.

Aoloa shrugs. “Suit yourself. They’re Cuba’s finest though, so you’re really missing out.”  

“You won’t find a lot of physicians who smoke.” Bryce retorts.

Francis scoffs, and Bryce glares at him. “Something you want to say?”

Francis’ eyes narrow as he regards his little brother. “Yes actually. Ever since you became a doctor you think you’re so much better than us. That the family real estate business is beneath you. Frankly, I find it infuriating.”

“Francis, stop. This is between me and my son.” Aoloa insists.

Francis looks angry, but he defers to Aoloa. As always, playing the faithful little lap dog.

“Bryce, business is booming lately. With Ryan entering the fold, we’ll acquire an exclusive contract with his father, an important developer. We need all the Lahelas involved in the business.”

Bryce’s jaw clenches. They’ve had this conversation before. He’s never wanted in on the family business. He’s always been passionate about surgery. When he admitted this at his prep school graduation dinner, his father had become enraged. Ultimately, he refused to support Bryce financially through college. With his father’s income, Bryce qualified for no financial aid. He had been admitted to Stanford for undergrad, but he couldn’t afford it on his own so he’d taken a scholarship to the University of Hawaii.

He’d been looking forward to getting out of Hawaii. Looking forward to distancing himself from his toxic family. But he’d had to wait until medical school to finally go to Stanford, working his way through since his father still refused to help him.

“I’m about to be a senior resident. I’m the best surgical resident Edenbrook has. This is my dream, and I’ve worked hard for it.”

Aoloa’s eyes narrow. “Your dream? To be so poor that you have to ask your parents for money to buy a house?”

Bryce’s fist clenches. “I knew you would try to hold that over my head. I’m paying you back. I send you money every month. And let’s not forget you’re charging me interest, a much higher interest rate than any bank would charge.”

“No bank would ever give you a loan. You have no idea what it’s like to actually earn something on your own merit. To work hard. I came from nothing, and built all of this. You had every advantage, groomed for this work, and you’re throwing it all away.” Aoloa says with disappointment.

“Well so be it then. Invoice me for whatever I owe you for my upbringing. I’ll work on paying that back too.”

Francis leans back in his chair. “I told you this was a waste of time Dad.”  

“Seems like raising him in the first place was a waste of my time.” Aoloa responds cruelly.

Bryce stands, heading for the door. “I’m done here.” He slams the door behind him.

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Casey and Abigail have migrated from the ballroom to the patio, where heat lamps and twinkling lights have been set up for ambiance.

“You know, I’m surprised you’re out here with me. Don’t you have a lot of friends in there?” Casey asks.

“Those are my parents’ friends. You’ve probably noticed, but my mom likes to throw parties seemingly for other people, but really just to show off her expensive house. Luckily, my actual friends planned a much better bachelorette party last week. There were strippers and penis decorations.”

Casey smiles. “Good. The bachelorette party you deserve.”

Abigail smiles, sipping on a cocktail and regarding Casey. “You know, I really like you. And I like you for Bryce. And this is a huge compliment coming from me because Bryce’s ex Tia is one of my best friends, one of my bridesmaids even. I kind of ship them, but man, you’re making me waiver.” Abigail seems to be a little drunk.  

“Thanks, I think.” Casey replies dubiously.

Abigail finishes her cocktail, gesturing for a passing waiter to bring her another.  “Bryce is just such a good guy, I always want the absolute best for him. Did he tell you that he let me live in his dorm room when I got pregnant?”

Casey shakes her head no, Bryce definitely didn’t tell her any of that.

“My parents were pissed. Unmarried teenage daughters don’t get pregnant very often in their circles. They said I was ruining the Lahela name. They wanted me to get an abortion.”

The waiter brings the cocktail, and Abigail downs it in one gulp before continuing. “But I loved Kahoni. And I wanted his baby. So they threw me out onto the streets. Kahoni is one of ten kids and lived in a three bedroom house with his whole family, so I couldn’t go to him. Francis had his own condo in Honolulu at the time, but he told me to get lost. He’s an asshole. But Bryce was living in a dorm at the University of Hawaii and he moved me in no questions asked. He even gave me his bed. He slept in a sleeping bag on his floor for the rest of the semester. I felt really bad about that, worried he was going to mess his grades up since he wasn’t getting a good night’s sleep.”

Abigail’s eyes well up with tears. “He’s just such a good guy Casey. He was the first one to hold Haku, you know. Kahoni had a car accident rushing to the hospital when I went into labor, so it was just me and Bryce. And he also helped me and Kahoni pay for our own place afterwards, for almost a year until Kahoni finally got a decent job.”

Casey takes Abigail’s hand, squeezing it to comfort the younger woman. “What happened with Kahoni?’ Casey asks.

“Love doesn’t pay the bills. I thought he was going to get it together eventually, be the man that I needed. But he never fully stepped up, not the way I wanted him to. Kahoni says I’m spoiled, that I expect too much. But my parents softened a little bit after Haku was born. They never liked Kahoni and told me I could come home if I left him. So two years ago I did.”

“Well, at least you’re happy now with Ryan.” Casey says.

Abigail smiles sadly. “Happy enough anyway.”

Bryce suddenly appears, making a beeline for her. “Casey, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Let’s get out of here. I can’t be here a second longer.”

He sounds so insistent she finds herself immediately getting to her feet.

Abigail laughs humorlessly. “That bad huh?” She asks softly. She stands as well. “Thanks for coming big brother.” She hugs him tightly. “See you tomorrow bright and early for the rehearsal!” She chimes when she releases him.

“Wait, rehearsal? Why? I’m not in the wedding party.” Bryce questions.

Abigail looks surprised. “Of course you are. I made Ryan make you a groomsman.”

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[itsclydebitches]

Not trying to sound like a piece of shit, but genuine question .Isn't apart of the reason stories feature het as normal and queer as 1 or 2 characters in stories, because in real life the numbers are skewed that way to? It's only based on a quick google search, but around 5% identify as LGBT in the US. Ok add some extra for those unwilling to admit. Say 10% max. people tend to write what they know. I know everyone is normal technically, but if you define it by majority then LGBT aren't normal.

It’s a good question, anon, and one that plenty of people ask. The truth is that we don’t have hard and fast percentages yet. Some studies say it’s only that 5%. Others 7%. I’ve even come across studies as high as 20% within the Millennial and Gen Z groups. This tells us less about how many queer people there actually are and more about how difficult it is to whittle something as complex as sexuality down to a scientific study. Are you measuring sexual attraction, sexual behavior, or sexual orientation? Are you including identities like asexual, demisexual, pansexual, genderfluid? You’ll also find that people lie because they’re not assured of true anonymity. That, as you say, some people are just in denial. If they haven’t admitted their sexuality to themselves, why in the world would they put it down on a form? Though seemingly a simple act, that’s a form of commitment a lot of people just aren’t ready to make. 

More importantly, we also have a feedback loop to consider. Meaning, people are largely a result of the culture they grow up in and part of what builds that culture is popular media. Let’s take a separate example. Whoopi Goldberg has famously told the story of how “When I was nine years old, Star Trek came on, I looked at it and I went screaming through the house. ‘Come here, mum, everybody, come quick, come quick, there’s a black lady on television and she ain’t no maid!” This moment demonstrates, in a racial context, the impact seeing yourself in media can have. I guarantee you in the 60s if you’d asked a white person why more black women weren’t given prominent roles in Sci-Fi television you would have gotten a lot of BS answers about how they’re not “made” for it. Or to be even more blunt, they’re not smart enough, civilized enough, whatever enough for such a role. It wouldn’t be “realistic.” But of course that’s not the truth. The truth is you saw less black women in prominent roles because back then fewer people were willing to look past their racism/take the risk. Then Roddenberry did and Uhura inspired Goldberg and Goldberg inspired countless others, so on and so forth with numerous other inspirations until seeing black women on TV is now the new “normal.” 

We see a similar setup with queer media. The person living in a town that has only ever allowed het relationships, that has only het media, that perhaps even preaches a doctrine that makes anything other than a het existence sound sinful… that person isn’t going to have any easy time questioning their sexuality, let alone settling on a queer one. Which isn’t to say they won’t–plenty of people have grown up in homophobic societies and pushed past what they’d been taught–just that it’s a whole lot harder. And of course, situations are far more complicated than that example. What if your society isn’t outright homophobic? Surely everyone should know they’re safe and admit to this stuff easy-peasy, right? Well, o get personal for a moment, I grew up in just such a happy society. I attended Quaker schools (very accepting), with fairly liberal parents, with a support system that included gay friends… and it still took me until graduate school to admit that I was bi. Simply because I’d grown up in a culture that is still so het-centric. “I’m normal,” I thought to myself. “Why wouldn’t I be? Mom expects me to meet a nice boy like my brother met a nice girl and start having kids just like him. Every extended family member asks if I have a boyfriend yet when we get together for Christmas. All my media–from Rom-Coms to Action films–reassures me that there’s a hot guy out there waiting, somewhere. My friends ask me if I dressed up to impress that guy in our class. When I first put on makeup I was assured that I’d catch the eye of all the guys at the dance. Sure, I think girls are pretty, but appreciating aesthetic beauty isn’t the same thing as attraction. I’m going to dig in my heels with the simplistic feminism I just learned and reiterate that I can appreciate other women confidently because we’re not each other’s competition! Yeah!” and on and on like that for years. 

Putting queer rep in media is one way of combating all those other subtle messages: from a mother’s expectations to friends’ supposedly innocuous comments. If I’d been surrounded by queer role models–if that had been depicted as “normal”–how much more quickly might I have been willing to accept my sexuality? How many more people might accept theirs at all?

In the end though, percentages don’t matter much to me. After all, what percentage do we have to reach to make representation “worth it”? Must we hit an even 50/50 to justify seeing ourselves in stories? Keep in mind that percentages are also misleading. Yes, 5% sounds very small… but it sounds a whole lot bigger when you translate that into millions of people. And that, as said, is currently the most conservative estimate. 

(And, to be entirely blunt, people aren’t writing fewer queer characters because they’ve done demographic research and are trying to be realistic. Even if they were, a Sci-Fi or Fantasy series has all this impossible nonsense in it, but having two or three gay characters is suddenly pushing the envelope? It’s never about being “normal”–most stories are anything but. It’s about ingrained teaching and, in more extreme cases, outright homophobia).

[whitecrownsblackthrones-archived]

Chosens|Hannah Ruby

As part of a deeper dive into the lore & creation of the Immortal Realm world, I will be diving into the many Chosens that were selected by Ying & Yang throughout the years, as the Chosens have shape the world more then anything. Note that, I will not be doing ALL of the chosens which existed, as some of them aren’t notable or worth talking about. I will be talking about them in no particular order, so bear with me, as I may be jumping from era to era. These characters will also be available for rps, but only via request.

Looking more into the darker side of our chosens, we’ll gaze upon perhaps one of the more complicated, & powerful Chosens of Ying, as well as being the most recent before the current chosen, with many tidings, this is Hannah Ullruh, aka Ruby Lisa.

Face-claim(s): Wraith, Apex Legends & Kokoa Shuzen, Rosario Vampire.

Born from two unwed, lower class parents, in 188A.E. Hannah was named after her Great Grandmother on her mother’s side & given her father’s last name. Her eyes were colored white, so it was believed by her family that she was born blind, but such was quick to be proven otherwise, for as she grew she was able to walk on her own, find things, without any issues. However, where she didn’t have any problems in her sight, she did in other areas, for her parents had often noticed she would be talking to people who weren’t there. At first, it was thought to be just a child’s overactive imagine, for it was normal for kids to have imaginary friends, however, when this proceeded on into her teenage years was when concern grew. When asked about such, she expressed about hearing voices in her head. Such brought her parents into something of a panic, fearing their daughter was having psychotic tendencies, as these voices she has heard since she was very, very young & thought that everyone heard things in her head. As she aged on, & the voices grew louder & louder, & she began to understand them more & more, her parents became so panicked & worried, after a long time spent deliberating, they decided the best they could do for her was institutionalize her within a mental hospital, where she can be properly monitored & receive the help she sorely needed that her parents could not give.

Her new home became the Mayes Mental institution, within her homeland of the Song & Dance Empire, when she turned 18, & there she would stay, for another 18 years of her life. While there, many with the institution attempted to help Hannah, to clear the voices inside her head, but no success actually came of it. Such voice persisted to ring clear in her mind, did the workers surrendered their hopes for her, & treated just as they would any other patient, forgone of hope, & but yet another mistake of life. Little care went to her, giving her only the basics of what she needed; food, water & of course, the medicine that would silence the voices within her mind, but at the cost of making her very stoic & vegetable-like. Those 18 years with Mayes went by as mostly something of a blur to Hannah, only able to remember the first few weeks of her entering the institution, & her very last day before she left such a place. On her last day within Mayes, it was but a routine day, a nurse bringing Hannah the usual tray of food, & a single pill of medicine to take with a glass of water. This nurse, however, had made the mistake of not staying an extra few moments, to make sure Hannah takes the pill, as Hannah was known to take her medicine on routine, usually without even having to be asked or reminded to do so. One this particular day, did Hannah forget to take her pill right away, & within a few minutes or so, did the voices return to her mind, loudly yelling & screaming at her.

‘RUN AWAY.’ They would say. ‘THIS IS NO PLACE TO WASTE YOUR LIFE AWAY. THESE PEOPLE DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOU, YOU WILL DIE HERE & YOUR LIFE WILL MEAN NOTHING.’

For the first time in a long time, she was hearing the voices again. For the first time in... ever... they were commanding her to do something, they had never told her to do something before... it was almost like something of a warning, like they were... trying to save her.

Why she had so quickly believed the voices, despite having been told, for so long, that they were not real, only products of her own busted mind, she never understood, but after today, she would find that she would never doubt them ever again. Following the advice, Hannah endeavored to escape, picking the lock of her room with her one & only hair pin, listening to the guise of the voices that assisted her, telling her how to unlock the door. Continuing on through the hospital itself, the voices, again, assisted Hannah in getting through the large, confusing place, as well as remaining hidden from the hospital staff, via telling her where to go & when to hide. While she didn’t understand how these voices had known the layout of this place, despite Hannah herself having never been anywhere besides her ward room, she followed such advice to the T, & as a result, she managed to escaped from Mayes Institution, with no one being the wiser at the moment. Of course, Hannah knew however, that it wouldn’t be long before her disappearance would be noticed, she knew she would have to run, run far & run fast. So she took to heading north, trying to cross country lines, to where she believed she would be safe. Along this path, she was forced to commit many crimes, such as stealing, robbery, mugging, once even having to kill a man to defend herself, all the while, the voices within her mind proving to be her only support. As they were about to give her predictions into future events, allowing her to be prepared & make split-second decisions to save her life.

Indeed, never again would she question their judgment, for they had saved her time & time again. And, now that she was wanted for robbery & murder, she needed their help more then ever.

Finally, upon coming to the country Agrazia, Hannah was given a chance to rest, as the authorities from her homeland could no longer chase her in this new country. Finding a temporal home in a hotel, she used the money she had stole over her travels to spend as much time as she could afford resting, spending many hours sleeping & attempting to figure out more about the voices within her head. Such a rest had not lasted longer, for soon the voices would begin to warn her, of nearing authorities will be knocking on her door. That the Song & Dance Empire, have alerted the Agrazia government of her presence in the country, & are coming to fetch her. Unflinchingly, did Hannah throw herself out the window of her second story hotel room, landing on her feet without issue, & taking off running. And upon returning to the area later, did Hannah discover the room she was staying in had been raided. So, hiding out even in this country, wasn’t an opinion anymore... should she run again? To another, father away country? Or would she simply be chased to the ends of the earth? She had to think, running away wasn’t going to work, & no way was she going to turn herself in... then what could she do...?

‘... Identity....’

Gentle & smooth, the voices within her mind once again began to speak to her. Identity... change your identity. You’ll never be in danger, if no one  ever knew who you truly are. She had never thought of it, forgetting her name, her family, everything, & become someone else completely, to fade away from life like a passing shadow.

Truly, what else was there for Hannah to do? If she truly wanted to survive, she would have to change herself, become someone totally different & begin anew.

So it would be, that she would dye her black hair, red, & wear green eye contacts, making herself appear, smaller, younger, like she was half her age, through careful choice of clothing & hair style, as well as talking with a higher toned voice. She went from looking like a 22 year old woman, to a 16 year old girl. To further on this, she decided she would play that role, to truly be someone else, so as such she managed to enroll herself in a private school, using more stolen money, using her mother’s name as her guardian’s signature. And her own name?

... Ruby Lisa... sharing her mother’s last name, to distance herself from her father’s name & her previous life.

And so it was that wanted thief & murderer, Hannah would begin her new life as the innocent school girl, Ruby, in the year 1509 A.E. The same year that her equal opposite was to be born. It was in short time that Ruby became very popular amongst fellow classmates, being very smart, kind & even athletic, she charmed even her teachers, which in itself was very strange. The voices within proving to help her even with her new identity, providing Ruby with test answers & helping solve difficult equations, basically being the ultimate living chat code. During this time, she had joined the Choir class as an extracurricular activity, where she discovered her talent for singing, & was given multiple lead singer roles for concerts & practices, which only furthered her popularity around her school & the towns surrounding it. With such talents, the head of the choir, Ruby’s teacher, who had connects with many record companies within the music industry, offered her a chance to sing before a company & become a star once she turned 18 & competed her schooling. 

Presented with this starlight opportunity, Ruby flew through her schooling with perfectly passing grades & was able to preform in front of the officials of the ‘Raging Records’ music company. So say it was fairly easy to win over the officials was an understatement, seeing Ruby potent & amazing talent with her vocal control, able to change the pitch of her voice consistently. And as such, after a bit more training her voice & going through some Choreography practice, it wouldn’t be long before she would publish her first song & begin preforming in small concerts, which quickly grew larger & large in scale, her previous popularity in school servicing to help send her off into stardom.

While preforming, she found that during this time, she could no longer hear the voice that had forever followed her in her mind, as such she felt a form bliss while singing & dancing, no longer needing the voices to guide her & being able to do something fully on her own. So happy & successful during this time, that by 1520 A.E. Ruby had become indescribably famous, writing many songs & preforming with other popular singing stars. By this point, she had completely left behind her life as Hannah, nearly having forgotten her birth name. And while she felt extremely happy with her new life as a superstar... she couldn’t help this... strange emptiness. Something she knew was there, but couldn’t understand at all. For a few more years, she choose to ignore the feeling & continued on performing, all while the emptiness remained.

It’s believed somewhere around 1538 & 1540 A.E. was when Ruby was finally contacted by the voices again. The voices reaching out to her.

‘... Bored....’

Whatever they said to her, they help her realize the reason for the emptiness within her. As happy as she was, being Ruby Lisa, being a superstar, singing & performing in front of thousands, if not millions. This life did no longer provide the same kind of rush of adrenaline, the same high stacks of danger, that her previous life as Hannah Ullruh did. Being a criminal, doing illegal things, at the risk of life threatening punishment, that was where the rush was, that was got her adrenaline pumping, like nothing else ever did. But how could she even think about going back to that life as Hannah? When she is so successful being Ruby?

‘Why choose only one? No one knows that Hannah Ullruh & Ruby Lisa are the same person.’

And so, a choice was made that day. A choice that defined Hannah Ruby to what she is known for today. She would not live one life, but both. To be a superstar & a criminal, a super criminal? A star criminal.

At first it was little things, draining the dye from her hair, removing her contacts & sneaking away to rob small stores & stations, taking small amounts of money & other items. Then it evolved into bigger & more difficult heists. Banks, museums, using her impressive physical abilites to always get away & the voices in her head once more speaking to her, telling her the nearing future & allowing her to stay a step ahead of everyone. She was acquiring quite the collection of stolen goodies, which she was storing away in a storage space under her Ruby name, claiming it was personal items, which no one but her had access too. Each heist was more & more dangerous, with higher & higher stacks, it wasn’t long before Hannah Ullruh was back on the wanted listed for the Agrazia government.

The rush was back, the emptiness gone, & Hannah would go on to enjoy her double life, as a legendary criminal & singer.

The rush however, the wanted life, it came with it’s downsides. As she became more & more dangerous to the Agrazia government, they sent more & more people to try to catch her. Though, she was always one step ahead of them all... 

... & it all came to a head one day, that would be her biggest catch yet. Hearing rumors of a revolutionary device that was secretly being work on by the Agrazia government, Hannah decided to make it her goal to steal the device, to mess with the people who have been chasing her around.

And steal it she did. Sneaking into a highly private government building after taking a high access key card, she broke into the experimentation chamber, to discover an arm band... a strange, strange arm band, & a stack of papers, a manual. And later she would discover just what the arm band could do. After much fussing, she would learn that the arm band was apparently capable of travelling through space & time. To take one to different worlds & different time frames, the future, the past, whatever one wanted.

Oh... now this was a jackpot.

With this arm band in her hands now, she knew she could use it to continue her double life style. To use it for making quick escapes in tight situations, as the Agrazia government closed in on her, with more fervor then ever before. Despite having never used the arm band, Hannah learned how to use it quick, after using it to evade the law a few times, & with such a quick mastery, it was like nothing could stop her now. Although, using the band did have it’s draw backs. It was quickly learned that the band could only be used so many times in quick succession, up to a number of 3 or 5, depending on distance & time traveled. It was also easily noticed that using the arm band caused Hannah extreme pain, a pain that caused her to nearly faint the first time she used it. And was often seen clutching her arm when she began to use the band. Despite the faults, she still went on using it, making her simply uncatchable to anyone...

...expect for one that government agent that eventually came along. 

This new Agrazia government recruit was just as fast as her, just as strong as her & was inadvertently intelligent enough to keep up with the process of the voices relaying information to Hannah’s mind... not to mention, that they did it all with flare & decisiveness. Not only that, but when Hannah used her arm band to escape to another place & time to avoid the agent, that said agent was able to follow her to the place & time she went too, despite not having any arm band of her own. 

And who was this person?

The friends around the woman called her Bond... Mira Bond.

Hannah almost ended up being caught, just barely escaping with only a few bumps & bruises, from there, did she choose to lay low for a period, knowing that Bond would appear again the next time she went out, retreating back to only being Ruby Lisa for a time.

Although, the call of crime couldn’t be ignored & she would eventually be drawn back into her Hannah Ullruh life again... & just as she knew, when she went out to rob yet another museum, there was Bond again, there to take her down a peg.

These encounters would happen time & time again. Hannah vs Bond became something of popular stories that were told, like an unsung action film that no one saw, yet loved regardless, their rivalry becoming as legendary as they themselves were & would still be after their deaths.

Mira & Hannah would later die as a result of the ‘Anti-incident of 1912′, Hannah herself living 6 years after the incident, in the hospital with gravely wounds, before eventually succumbing & dying in 1918 A.E.

As a Chosen of Ying, Hannah sported many powers that were typical of her position. However, many have called into question the voices that she had always heard within her mind. The usual persisting theory was simply that it was a result of a mental illness. Others however, believe that with the voices being able to predict the future, that there was more to them. Multiverse theory believers, suggest the voices Hannah was hearing was her own, that she could hear different versions of herself from different universes, that have lived through her experiences already & were her assisting her in getting through them without extra hassle. More religious people theorize that perhaps she was hearing the voices of other chosen from the past, or perhaps even Ying herself was guiding Hannah to make the all the right choices. Whatever one chooses to believe, it was an undoubted factor that those voices help lead to her success.

Much of Hannah Ullruh today, lives on through the music & songs she created as Ruby Lisa, being perhaps on of the most popular & well like of Ying’s chosen, even to the modern day. It’s rumored that today, even the current Ying Chosen, Princess Suzanne Li, looks up to & admire’s Hannah Ruby, for despite her early life, & her short comings, Hannah still managed to live the life she wanted to live & was vastly successful as a result.

[britesparc]

Weekend Top Ten #359

Top Ten Future Transformers Spin-Offs

So I finally went to see Bumblebee, the delightful, charming, and utterly loveable Transformers spin-off/prequel from Travis Knight. It’s a great little film, on a much smaller scale than the other films in the series, offering some beautifully retro Amblin vibes whilst telling a more compelling and characterful story full of warmth, heart, and genuinely good performances. And as a great big Transformers fan (is there no Transformers equivalent of Trekkie or Browncoat I can adopt?) I got a huge thrill from the recreation of war-torn Cybertron, straight from the iconography of the classic ‘80s cartoon series. I spent the first ten minutes just cooing and bubbling, going “Look! Wheeljack! And Arcee! And Ratchet! And Soundwave! And Shockwave! And Ravage!” and so on.

Anyway, I think the film is all kinds of great, and captures the spirit of the brand and the stories much better (in my opinion) than the Michael Bay ones do. But if one spin-off could succeed where the “mainline” films failed, could that trick be repeated? And this got me thinking: what other stories and characters are ripe for the big-screen treatment? Where else can Transformers go cinematically, without doing any kind of real follow-up to The Last Knight?

Here, then, are ten suggestions. Rather than proposing any kind of reboot or reimagining of the property, I've tried to find stories that could exist within the loose canon of the movies (which, to be fair, is a fairly shifting proposition anyway, with several movies contradicting one another in large and small ways). So, inspired by my love of the original characters, and often by stories I’ve read in the meantime, and with the potentially large caveat that I’ve still not seen The Last Knight and therefore might actually be retreading story grooves already worn, here are ten suggestions for possible future Transformers spin-off movies.

Megatron: Dawn of the Decepticons: drawing heavily from both IDW’s Megatron: Origin and More Than Meets the Eye, this will be a biopic, essentially, of tyrannical baddie Big Megs. Although I know there’s a strong influence from The Fallen in Cinemegatron’s backstory, I don’t see how we can’t square this with the portrayal developed primarily by James Roberts. Megatron is a miner, struggling under a brutal regime on an off-world energon mine, who has the strength and smarts to lift himself and his co-workers out of bondage. But will he remain true to his principles or follow the advice of a mysterious old ‘bot (who turns out to be The Fallen)? Basically the tragic tale of a charismatic working-class leader breaking bad and becoming a monster. Could feature an Optimus Prime cameo – maybe as Orion Pax?

Last Stand of the Wreckers: a moderately-straight adaptation of the Nick Roche/James Roberts classic, one of the most beloved Transformers series of all time. Instead of Bumblebee’s delightful whimsy and Megatron’s tragic drama, this is a straight-up war movie. Obviously it’d have to be tweaked from the comic: no more Garrus-9 or Decepticon Purge. Perhaps tweak the last third to be a bit more like Rogue One or Seven Samurai; the Autobots decide to stay, and die, for a cause. I’d put some more mainstream ‘bots on the team, from the original cartoon and movie. Perhaps it could, like Bumblebee, even be set on Earth in the past, and end up being a story covered up by both the Autobots and Sector 7? That way you’d make it cheaper by having more humans and a little less CG. But the basic gist – an Autobot black ops squad is sent on a mission that goes very badly wrong and most if not all of them die whilst trying to work out what it means to be an Autobot in the midst of this war – should remain the same.

Windblade : whilst I don’t necessarily think the movieverse should adopt the “Thirteen Colonies” storyline from the comics – and I definitely don’t think they should adopt the “all the girls left” sausage-fest fudge that was required after Arcee was declared the “only” female Transformer, especially as Arcee herself and newcomer Shatter both feature in Bumblebee – I do  like the idea of Windblade as some kind of ambassador or diplomat, travelling the universe. Perhaps she left Cybertron before the war really escalated (with besties Chromia and Nautica too, natch) to pursue peace elsewhere? Part flashback to pre-war Cybertron, part  return-to-Earth narrative, it would be a great opportunity to focus on the often-sidelined female Transformers and  have a positive feminist message. I’d have them team up with a now-adult Charlie and her estranged daughter... Verity Carlo. The baddies should be combiners, to go with the “Combiner Hunters” toy set.

Beast Wars: at the risk of causing controversy, I wouldn’t make this a straight adaptation of the popular cartoon. Not unless they want to meddle in far-flung futures or alternate timelines (although, er, see below...). Rather, I’d introduce the concept of “Beast Modes” that mimic organic creatures perfectly (like the “pretender” Decepticon in Revenge of the Fallen that looks like a sexy human girl, because of course she does). So my pitch is this: a lonely Autobot scientist, on a research ship that has more-or-less escaped the war (let’s make him Perceptor, for kicks) has developed this “beast mode” technology that hides Transformers in organic shells. His ship is attacked by Decepticons, but he rockets his subjects into space where they follow Prime’s signal and eventually land on Earth, befriending a young boy (younger than Sam or Charlie; let’s say about 12). But Decepticon hunters (I’d go for Carnivac, Snarler and Catilla – who later has a change of heart – all of whom have inorganic beast modes) follow. So it would share similar tropes with Bumblebee and the first Transformers, but with three or four cute animals instead of robots. This would skew young, perhaps even younger than Bumblebee.

Rodimus Prime: I know Hot Rod is in The Last Knight, but from what I hear he isn’t really representative of the character of Hot Rod/Rodimus from across other aspects of Transformers fiction. Regardless, this film isn’t about him: it’s about Rodimus Prime. Set in the future, it tells a Next Generation-style story of a human/Autobot alliance. Very much a sci-fi space opera, it would feature Rodimus going on a quest to discover the roots of a mysterious force that is attacking human colonies, and its apart links to an ancient Transformer legend. But is he abandoning Earth at its darkest hour to go on a wild goose chase through space? Rodimus must battle his own self-doubt as a leader, as well as a growing number of humans and Transformers who question the alliance. It would have a similar tone to your average Star Wars movie.

Wreck-Gar: Transformers films often have funny moments, but you’d never call any of them a comedy. Wreck-Gar is a comedy, Deadpool-style (but without the filth). A severely-damaged Transformer who crashes to Earth no memory and manages to rebuild himself in a junkyard, Wreck-Gar is a crazy, pop-culture-spouting dervish who just trashes every room he’s in, even though he’s not malicious or a bad guy. Indeed, he is chased by a trio of Decepticons (Swindle, Brawl, and Vortex) who are cruel and unusual (and Swindle wants recompense for a deal gone wrong). An all-out wacky comedy is something not often attempted by big-budget action movies; I’d even go whole hog and get Ward and Miller on board to shepherd the humour to the screen.

Starscream: we’re always focusing on the good guys! Well, here you go: a story about a bot who’s born to be bad. Starscream would be set in the past (naturally, since he’s dead now) and follows Megatron’s least-reliable lieutenant as he heads to Earth to look for Megatron during the time when he was in stasis underneath the Hoover Dam. I can’t remember the chronology, but maybe this could even be set in the late 70s/early 80s, with Starscream  assuming a jet form more like his classic toy (and in that colour scheme, too). He’d be conniving, plotting, scheming, and essentially coming across like a giant metal version of Loki. Perhaps he’s playing a number of human “allies” off against one another, as well as some big Decepticons (Thunderwing? Tarn? Who haven’t we seen yet?) and even a troupe of Autobots he double-crosses. It could be darkly comic and incredible fun.

Hearts of Steel: Wild West Transformers! I mean, what’s not to love? Adapted from the IDW comic series (which was supposed to be out-of-continuity, but was so popular that writer John Barber retroactively incorporated it into the main Transformers timeline), this would need a bit of manipulation to change characters around (I don’t think Bumblebee should be in it, but given the often-contradictory nature of the movie timeline, I don’t see why we couldn’t bring back characters like Jazz, Ironhide, or maybe even Optimus himself). A rollicking steampunk adventure that hopefully would capture the freewheeling outback sci-fi tone of Back to the Future Part III, and hopefully not come across like another Wild Wild West.

Cybertron: I suppose this is a sort-of sequel to Megatron (see above). Set during the war, it’s a men-on-a-mission movie starring a young Optimus Prime (perhaps he could still be Orion Pax at this point). I don’t think we should worry too much about mythologies and intricacies of Transformer society the way James Roberts depicted it, but all the same they could do a lot worse than adapting his Shadowplay storyline, where Orion lead a team of misfit Autobots in an illegal heist to save the world. That kid of behind-enemy-lines vibe could give us a great Cybertronian war movie without wallowing in the grimdark explodey nature of Transformer combat. But especially if this was the movie where Orion earned his stripes and officially became Optimus, that might be nice. Like Megatron, of course, this would end up being an entirely CG affair.

Bumblebee 2: Energon Boogaloo? Look, the ending of the film – without wanting to give away spoilers – could be seen as neatly segueing into the 2007 Transformers film. One could imagine no additional adventurous meetings between Bumblebee and Charlie.  But on the other hand, let’s not rule it out. Perhaps Bumblebee has been on Earth, dicking around, since 1987, and during that time he got up to more mischief with his first best human friend. Some covert Decepticon invasion requires him to break cover, or he needs some kind of human contact to spy for him, and oh look he goes back to Charlie. I’d skip forward a little bit, to around ‘91 or ‘92, slap a bit of early grunge on the soundtrack. See what happens. Just bring back Travis Knight.

So there we are. My ideas for ten possible Transformers spin-off movies. I didn’t really intend for this to turn into ten pitches with little mini-synopses; it was really meant to just be a quick fun game of “stories or characters who’d make a cool movie” but then I thought about it too hard, as I tend to do where Transformers is concerned. Hey, look, some of these films could even tie together! Megatron and Cybertron especially, but you could scatter seeds of stories or references among the lot. Anyway. Wishful thinking. But hopefully a film like one of these will roll out before too long (see what I did there?).

[macbookpro-hard-drive]

HI HOW DO YOU WRITE CHARACTERS

hewwo! i can answer this! im literally gonna do a quick list of both deh and bmc characters for u under this readmore! :D

im gonna start with deh because smaller cast!

evan: 

isn’t so much stuttery as he tends to repeat things and uh stammer a bit here and there. stutters over his words sometimes but it’s more l-like this and uh, like… like this

evan hansen has anxiety. he is not anxiety. evan hansen fucks up and makes mistakes and probably internalizes a lot of things. very polite when in public but he can be a bit snappy (as seen w evans comment abt how zoe’s parents have never been poor i believe? it was something he said to zoe)

soft spoken, most of the time. probably not the kind of guy to vocally ask for things until he’s at a comfortable enough point that he feels like he’s not bothering you (same buddy)

i see evan as someone who gets frustrated with himself easily. not as a sense of “god i wish i were normal” but more of a “i should be able to do this, why cant i do this, i want to do this but i cant” because sometimes it’s just a matter of i literally cant do this and i dont know why? and god its so frustrating sometimes

jared:

jared kleinman is a fucking asshole and he knows it. very sarcastic and uses it to cover up his own insecurities, probably the kind of dude who laughs in your face when you tell him off when internally he’s just OH FUCK OH SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK

a lot of ppl write jared as being insecure abt his weight and tbh i don’t see that being a problem for him? i see jared as being insecure abt the fact he comes off very snarky and assholeish but he turns it around and tries to own it even though… that’s not something you want to be proud of? and he knows that

not the kind of dude who stops to assess his feelings. he powers through shit and insists he’s okay until he’s out of steam. i think it was psy who said he’s a “needs therapy boi” and tbh she’s right? 

can be very passive aggressive imo it’s something he really needs to work on.

arrogant, sarcastic, and just a big fucking dick who needs to learn how to watch his mouth.

zoe:

not an pure baby angel, by any means. we’re at a disadvantage because we only see zoe when she’s sort of grieving (because grief can and will come in different ways, and while i see her as not missing connor, i do think that her pushing away her feelings is a form of her grieving imo? it’s a weird thing to explain but there’s a part of zoe that does miss (the old) connor’s presence as w the fake emails evan “gave her her brother back” (albeit a very fake version of connor) and sort of standoffish when it comes to the subject of connor

a bit of an ambivert. extremely outgoing when she’s around her friends or when it comes to music and other things she loves.

very individualistic! her style tends to have doodles on her clothes, she dyes her hair a lot, she probably would be the kind of person to make her own jewelry!

very sweet. the castng call for zoe describes her as being the kind of person who learns the names of the kids who sit alone at lunch and thats she goes out of her way to be nice to people since. connor. yeah.

thats all ive got for zoe but u can always send questions in and i can say yes or no after i ask my pals too

alana:

smart gal! valedictorian! president! i love her! tends to overshare a bit. anxiety + depression gal.

probably into gardening tbh? i can see alana having succulents in her room and maybe a dog that just chills with her.

dont be afraid to make alana mouthy. alana is someone whos extremely headstrong in her actions imo and does what she believes is right, even if others dont believe that. like… think about the fact that she literally published what was believed to be connor’s suicide note because she thought it’d get them the last bit of help they needed for the orchard. it literally fucked the murphys over - but she never considered that?

very much an extrovert. just really wants to belong, man. very optimistic on the surface but i can see her being a little less so underneath. she looks on the bright side because if she doesnt, she doesnt know who will and idk i dont think alana’s the kind of person who just... lets that risk be there.

connor:

we dont kno much abt connor in canon but uhhh…. i can see connor as being a loner, sort of aggressive by accident (tbh this dude’s probably used to people being a dick to him so he’s just sorta standoffish in response) but like… whenever i write connor i usually write him as getting better? he’s gotten the help he needs and he’s doin better 

artsy depressed dude. poetry, painting, ect - whatever u want tbh. i just see connor, with help, finding himself in art or something creative (theatre and music included! u do u!)

very much a reader. this dude both has a lot of books on his bookshelf and a lot more books he hasnt fucking read because hes terrible at reading new books. (i personally hc he loves all of poe’s work)

to sorta sum connor up: bold, but not outgoing. caring, but not obvious with it (once he gets help btw). easily angered but sometimes he just doesn’t fucking know why and that frustrates him further. troubled.

honestly if u want to see one of my fave connors - check out @ask-sincerely-memes​! i rly love how they portray all three of the boys, but connor is by far my favorite! (mod con and/or mod ev if u read this i love u)

OK ONTO THE BMC FUCKERS if you want to kno abt the adults for either show then feel free to ask

jeremy:

anxiety boy, but not evan hansen level of anxiety. more just… self deprecating, not super confident in himself, probably underestimates himself a lot.

jeremys hard to explain sometimes because a lot of his actions and dialogue comes naturally since i can actually relate to jeremy a lot, personality-wise? a really good fact to throw out there is i don’t think jeremy’s the kind of guy who just goes for stuff sometimes. he has to sorta be hyped up by others imo. michael motivated him to sign up for the play, rich and michael both played parts in getting him squipped (michael in the aspect of “lets check this out and see if its legit” bc i doubt jeremy would have genuinely done that on his own).

which really means jeremy isnt the kind of guy to just… confess things, unless it’s built up enough (i.e. jeremys confrontation w reader in unlonely since it was a conversation he’d been thinking about for a bit). in canon, he didnt really… confess to christine without the help of alcohol (at the halloween party) or without other people building him up (voices in my head). 

im literally rereading jeremy fics rn because im trying to come up with a good way of describing him

extremely horny teenage boy. hormones suck. for anyone who writes nsfw: i dont see jeremy being incredibly kinky and sexual and dominant (god forbid) his first fucking time having sex. especially if its both him and the readers first time. sex can be clumsy. you can laugh during sex. but also sex smells. like… once you’ve smelled it, you fucking know it - its just a weird combo of sweat and bodily fluids. 

that last part was just a PSA for ppl.

lightweight boy. a lot bolder when drunk. thank you.

honestly if u have any questions abt jeremy, i can try to answer them more specifically but this is as general as i can get.

michael

not an uwu anxious depressed innocent baby boy uwu. remember that michael literally withheld the mtn dew red from jeremy because he wanted an apology. remember that michael wouldnt have been squipped because michael had been completely comfortable with who he is. michael likes his place. he doesn’t want to be cool and popular - he likes who he is. michael in the bathroom was a peak moment of michael finally letting go of emotions he’d been withholding - jeremy calling him a “loser” was the final straw that broke him. thank u this has been a psa.

a goofy boy. probably snorts when he laughs and im not projecting there what are you talking about-

okay, canonically: likes video games, likes retro shit (probably the kind of nerd who LIVES for arcades and record stores and vintage clothing stores even if he doesnt mix that into his personal style), very into music. there’s a lot you can do with this! 

imo he’s very caring? like. okay, yes he did withhold mtn dew red from jeremy - but michael still went through the trouble of finding and obtaining that in order to deactivate the squip. i think michael’s a fairly understanding dude, even if he has moments of anger.

just a very warm person. probably the kind of person who stops and makes sure people are okay when he notices they’re upset.

sometimes impulsive. sometimes very restless, imo. bouncy boy. 

like w jeremy - you can absolutely send me questions abt michael (or anyone tbh!) and i’ll answer them the best i can! im by no means an expert but ive got pals i can bother in order to help get a solid answer :3

christine

chriiistiiiiiiiiine, the love of my life. a gal w ADD! please don’t forget that! i personally hc that she got into a theatre as a way of like… sort of getting energy out since she’s fairly restless??? track girl christine….. also good

loves herself a lot tbh! like. in the show, its canon that she has stuff to figure out but i personally think christine loves herself and her body and is proud of who she is?

very friendly, very open, very passionate abt theatre! these are basic facts lmao

very sweet! very smart! she’s like... The Girl in all the movies that everyones like “oh no i love her” bc shes just a bubbly gal

writing christine is really hard to describe sometimes. like with all the characters, i write what feels right and sounds right to me and to others.

but like... to be honest, as long as you stay a bit happy and supportive and loving with christine - you’re on the right track.

jake

god - one of my favorite boys to write sometimes because there’s a lot to do with jake’s character

he’s the ultimate cool dude in high school. probably the kind of dude who would join a frat in college. handsome, popular, flirtatious - you fucking name it man.

sorta effortlessly popular and cool. there’s problems underneath - considering his family - but it’s hard to see that he has flaws when everything just comes so easily to him.

a very caring and sweet dude tbh. his friends mean a lot to him and he’s the kind of boy who carries your books and asks where you’re going and how you’re doing

he makes mistakes. he gets aggressive and protective and just angry physically - he did try to attack jeremy, albeit drunk, based purely on the idea that jeremy was having sex w chloe - so like... that’s a good thing to acknowledge

i said hes flirtatious and he is - without realizing it. someone probably has called him out on it and he’s like “sorry what?” bc he was caught up in talking to someone and not realizing that the dillinger charm never went off. because it never goes off. rip.

rich

GOD, my FAVORITE BOY, the LOVE OF MY LIFE, i love him.

squipped: aggressive. a bully. stinky. 0/10.

post-squipcident: getting better. sorta numb at first before happy, outgoing rich resurfaces because He’s Fine! Do Not Worry! but y’know like... he definitely has a lot of problems with what he did and who he was while he had the squip

a bit sensitive imo. easily upset on certain topics, easily angered on others. really misses his mom (i hc she died and his dad took up drinking as a coping mechanism and its mainly rich and his older brother relying on each other but thats just me tbh.)

rich is tricky to write when it comes to his home life. while i see rich’s dad as being a loud drunk, others see him as being physically abusive and so forth and - okay, that’s your decision, but please make sure you’re being respectful and you post trigger warnings because some people are in abusive homes and it’s not a fun thing to read. 

great sense of humor imo. flirtatious but in the more obvious “haha hey lets bone ;)” way. alternatively: flirtatious with squip, floundering a bit without it because all he knows is “haha hey wanna fuck” 

would probably fight a dick for his pals. rly just loves his friends even if he doesn’t show it.

chloe

chloe is a bit hard to write without saying “shes kind of a bitch” but like... she is and she knows it and she fucking owns it.

casting call: “ confident, crass, sexy, manipulative, and downright mean at times”

so like. she’s nowhere near bein a sweet angel baby uwu

has problems. explore them. she literally was down to fuck brooke’s boyfriend since jeremy was dating brooke yknow. part of it could be alcohol but like... dont ignore that fact. like. she probs needs to talk to both brooke and jeremy.

i think of chloe as someone who can see the potential in others tbh. gets slightly annoyed when people arent achieving what they could - but i like to imagine she gets it after a while since some ppl dont have confidence and such. 

yknow the kind of people that take charge when the situation calls for it? that’s chloe. she’s very much a leader. cunning, ambitious - she’s fucking ready.

brooke

more of an angel i guess? sweet, a bit insecure, and a little more caring. not very dominant in situations - tends to be more of a follower (as shown w her and chloe’s friendship)

very caring actually. she literally followed jeremy out and said “uhhh he was kind of a dick to women but i know u like eminem” upon his death in the show??? like??? she literally went to check on this boy.

imo she sorta needs to learn to be bolder. to not take shit. shes probably the kind of person who says yes to a lot of things even if they’re conflicting bc she doesn’t want to like... bother someone and make things worse

emotional, imo. fairly feminine.

its hard to keep describing sdfkjhds sorry

jenna

not popular. remember that she wanted people to be interested in her, which is why she gossips a lot

probably tends to overhear half of the gossip. other than that, i can see her easily finding shit out bc she has eyes Everywhere

bold, fairly extroverted, probably really fucking smart tbh. give her love. she deserves it.

thats both at me and everyone else. jenna rolan ily...

very much a big sister figure, post-squipcident. theres this kdrama i was watching where the main protag lives w a couple other girls and one of the oldest one of the bunch is very much a big sister figure that will call other people out on their bullshit because she knows protag isnt the kind of person to do that? thats jenna. and chloe, but mostly jenna.

probably the kind of person who wants to be helpful imo. she likes feeling useful.

[cornyregans]

Capp Manor - Day 4

Our visit to the Capp Manor begins with an early morning sibling confrontation.

Tybalt: Why are you interrupting my morning dance session? Juliette: You’re in my room, lameass! Get out!

As soon as everyone went off to school or work, the penguin dropped by for a visit.

Tybalt returned home from school with an A+.

Tybalt: Look, Grandfather, I’m smart!

Um, hate to break it to you dude, but Consort’s still at work.

Not to be outdone by her older brother, Hermia got an A+ of her own.

Hermia: FINALLY!

Hermia: I finally got an A+ of my very own!

The celebratory atmosphere came to an abrupt end once Juliette realized that her toilet was clogged.

Juliette: That damn idiot brother of mine! Who does he think he is, clogging my toilet?! He better watch his back!

Tybalt and Juliette also brought some townie friends home. Heck, Tybalt’s is even wearing a similar suit. Who knew Great-Grandpa Octavius was such a fashion icon?

Tybalt: Hey, person who actually wants to hang out with me, guess what time it is? That’s right, it’s noogie time! Jihoon: Dude? I know you’re a social trainwreck to the nth degree, and that’s cool, but this is not how you make friends with someone.

Once he arrived home and saw that the manor was filled with teens, Consort decided to invite his two living daughters over for a visit.

Goneril: Juliette! Juliette: Aunt Gon! Regan: Don’t forget about me! I’m walking over as fast as I can!

Upon entering the manor, both sisters made a beeline for the nearest bathroom. Goneril got there first, and Regan wasn’t exactly happy about it.

Regan: How long are you planning to be on the toilet? Goneril: Regan, I drank five cups of coffee throughout the day. I can’t tell you exactly when I’ll be through here, but it won’t be for quite awhile. Regan: Oh, take your time. It’s not like I have two babies pushing down on my bladder right now. Nope, I can wait forever. Goneril: Playing the pregnancy card won’t work on me, Sister. I have four children of my own, all of whom have pressed down upon my bladder while they were growing inside of me. You should be aware of that little fact considering you were present for each of their births. Oh, and speaking of things you should remember, there are three other bathrooms in this manor. If you cannot hold it in, then please use one of them and leave me be.

After finishing up in the bathroom, Goneril decided to spend some time watching TV in Tybalt’s room.

Goneril: Goodness, Tybalt. Of all things I expected to see on my visit today, a girl actually liking you enough to let you touch her was at the absolute bottom of my list. Tybalt: Shut it, Aunt Goneril! I’m plenty popular with the ladies! Goneril: I’ve heard otherwise from more reliable sources, thank you very much.

Juliette: I just realized that I haven’t slapped my brother around for clogging my toilet yet. I should get on that.

Luckily for Tybalt’s face, Goneril managed to distract Juliette with a pillow fight.

Juliette: GOTCHA! Goneril: Oh! So you have, my dear niece! But I’ll get you yet!

Outside the manor, the ghost of Scribonia Capp was making the rounds yet again.

Scribonia: My mother would not be happy with the current state of this family!

Scribonia: She would especially hate my hideous great-grandson who has the audacity to go around wearing my late-husband’s clothes! Why, his lack of charisma is absolutely atrocious!

It was also during this haunting that I realized Scribonia also has a discrepancy regarding her aspiration. Much like Julius Caesar, she is clearly displaying a thought bubble containing the family aspiration. Unlike Caesar, she does not possess the unfinished “power” aspiration, rather she was yet another fortune sim in the Capp family.

She also decided to channel her late father-in-law by possessing the inflatable pumpkin.

Scribonia: Wooo! This pumpkin is disappointed!

Back inside the manor, Consort and Regan decided to spend some father/daughter time while engaged in a battle of wits.

Consort: So, you’re saying that you have two children in there? Regan: Yes, Father. Honestly, I found the thought a little overwhelming at first, but now, Corny and I couldn’t be happier. After all that has happened, neither of us thought we would even have one child, to suddenly be having two...words cannot describe how much joy we are feeling. Consort: How delightful! I am very much looking forward to meeting some new grandchildren. May I try talking to them? I believe you are far enough along for them to be able to hear outside noises, are you not? Regan: You are absolutely right, Father. Please, go ahead.

Consort: Hello, grandchildren, I am your grandfather. My, you both gave us quite a scare all those months ago. I am glad to see that the two of you and your mother are well. Make sure you do not cause her too much trouble once you are out, you hear me? Regan: I’m sure they’ll be fine, Father. They’ve been fairly well behaved since the scare. Consort: You are probably right, dear. I just want to make sure they do not find themselves being questioned by the authorities after causing a scene in public. After all, we have to do everything we possibly can to keep the family name from being sullied. Regan: I see...

Consort: Oh, that was good fun! Do you mind if I feel -- Regan: My apologies, Father, but I’m afraid I’ll have to decline. It’s nothing against you personally, but you have a tendency to use a little too much pressure when pressing down on things. Consort: Goodness, Regan! I thought you were pregnant, not made of glass.

Regan: Made of glass?! Well excuse me for being cautious, Father! Consort: Cautious? Regan: Yes, cautious! I’m sure the words “recurrent pregnancy loss” don’t mean much to you personally, but those words have haunted me and my husband for fifteen years now! We very nearly lost these two once already, and all we want is for them to arrive in this world both happy and healthy! Is that too much to ask, Father?! Corny and I are so close to finally having the family we’ve wished for for so long, and I’ll be damned if my own father takes that away from us!

Consort: You’re right Regan, I’m sorry. Come here. Regan: Oh goodness, I’m such a mess! I can’t believe I lost my temper like that. Consort: Pish posh! You’re fine! Just try to relax and keep your stress levels down. Should anything happen, do not forget that I am just a phone call away. Regan: Thank you, Father. Perhaps I should be going now? It’s getting rather late and I’m quite tired. Consort: That sounds reasonable. Good night, Regan.

While things quieted down a bit after the guests left and everyone went to bed, the calm was eventually broken when Mercutio came back to kick over the trash can again. Since Consort was the first one awake, he went out to pick it back up. Unfortunately, he was greeted with quite a nasty surprise.

Consort: You’ve done it now, Monty! Thanks to you, my sweet Tessie’s home could have been infested with these hideous insects. I hope you’re happy!

Consort: Goodness, I finish up with these cockroaches, and I very nearly wet myself. You and your family better keep one eye open, Monty, because you went too far this time!

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Rewrite The Stars (1/?)

New fic! Probably going to be three parts.  Summary: Rin confesses to a girl she likes only to be rejected. The rest of Muse decide they need to help her move on, while tackling their own relationships.  Ships: Honoka/Umi, Nico/Eli, Kotori/Maki, Rin/OC. 

Rin walked across the grass verge outside of the school, her stomach twisted with nerves. She was finally going to do it. After months of watching the girl she liked from afar she was going to confess to her. Seeing the girl in question sitting on the bench beneath a tall tree, Rin took a deep breath. Sunlight lit the girl’s brown hair from behind her, making it seem lighter than it actually was. Rin knew from how long she’d spent staring at the girl that her hair was a dark brown. Nowhere close to as light as Hanayo’s hair but at the same time not black like Nico’s hair either. It was tied in twin tails which were shorter than Nozomi’s, just about reaching shoulder length, giving her a cute but mature look. The girl’s eyes were lighter than her hair. They were amber and always seemed soft, even when other students were seeking her help. She was a popular girl, given her appearance and warm personality, but she didn’t seem to let it go to her head. She was always humble when the younger students praised her. It was one of the many things Rin liked about her. “M-Miyuki-senpai!” Rin exclaimed, coming to a stop in in front of the girl. Miyuki had been reading a book leisurely under the tree for the past ten minutes and looked up, startled. She seemed to relax a little when she saw Rin.

“Rin-san, right?”

“R-Right!” Rin felt her heart pounding hard against her chest, elation flowing through her. Miyuki remembered her name, that was a good start. They had spoken on a couple of occasions but only in passing. “Sorry to disturb you, nya!” She felt a little guilty for that. She knew that Miyuki liked to spend her afternoon recess alone. She willingly gave the rest of her time to accommodate everyone else, sitting with students at lunch when they asked her to and running errands for teachers. It seemed this was the only time she really got to be alone. “That’s okay.” Miyuki smiled patiently and closed her book, setting it aside next to her bag which sat beside her on the bench. “Is there something I can do for you, Rin-san?” “Ah, um…” Rin felt herself grow flustered. She hadn’t even expected to get this far if she was honest. Part of her hand thought that she would panic and run away. “”I-I have something I want to ask you, nya. N-No, tell you!” “Okay.” Miyuki said, her smile widening as Rin blushed. “What is it?” Rin had to looked away for a moment. Miyuki really was too pretty. She felt herself blush further, her skin prickling with heat. She could feel her palms growing clammy. “Rin-san?” “Sorry!” Rin turned back to Miyuki. She swallowed once, twice and then a third for good measure before she blurted out her next words. “I-I like you, nya! Um...I-I’ve always admired you. How nice you are a-and how pretty you are a-and I-I was wondering if...if...will you go out with me, nya?!” Rin had squeezed her eyes shut, bowing her head slightly as she spoke so she didn’t see Miyuki’s reaction. She did hear her laugh though, first softly and then louder. “That’s funny, Rin-san. What do you really want?” “H-Huh?” Rin looked up, her stomach plummeting. “T-That was it. Really. That was what I wanted to tell you, nya.” A smile remained on Miyuki’s face for a moment before it slipped away. “Really? No, I-I can’t go out with you. I’m not interested in girls a-and even if I was, I don’t like you.” “You…” Rin  tumbled back slightly, her eyes wide. “You don’t…” She paused, shaking her head. Of course. She should have expected this. “Oh, b-but I thought. I-I mean, when I see you in the hallways you always smile at me a-and you told me once I was your favourite Muse member so I…” “I TOLD YOU, I DON’T LIKE YOU!” Miyuki’s voice rose to a yell before it quickly softened. She grasped at her bag. “Please, just leave me alone.” “I-I’m sorry, nya…” Tears blurring her vision, Rin turned on her heel and hurried away, back to the school. ----- Eli was relieved to find that the library was fairly empty. She was due to meet the others in the clubroom after school but she had wanted to return a book to the library before she went there. Nozomi had offered to accompany her but Eli had declined the offer, telling Nozomi to tell the others she’d be on her way. Right away she noticed the strange look she was getting from the dark haired girl sitting behind the desk in the library. Eli knew her fairly well given that she was almost always the person to stamp books in and out of the library for the students. Besides that, she was third year student too. Eli supposed the girl was confused because she was cutting it so close to when her lessons would start. “Hi, Shizuka. I was just…” Shizuka stood up so suddenly that Eli was startled into taking a step back from her. “Um…is something wrong?” Shizuka looked around, biting her lip before she leaned over the desk, closer to Eli. “Your friend is here. She has been for about an hour or so and she seems really upset about something.” She pointed over Eli’s shoulder to one of the furthest rows of shelves. “She’s right at the back.” “Friend?” Eli echoed in confusion, trying to figure out who it would be. They would have had to skip their last class if they had been there for an hour. That ruled Umi and Maki out. There was no way either of them would skip classes. She’d seen Nozomi in class so that ruled her out too. “First year?” Shizuka suggested sheepishly, noticing Eli’s confusion. “I don’t know her name, I’m sorry. She was really upset. I wanted to help but she was crying and…” She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing with guilt. “I should have helped.” Eli immediately assumed it was Hanayo and nodded in response. She placed her book down on the desk in front of Shizuka before she turned and walked across the library to the far shelves. Even when the library was full of people nobody seemed to go to that section. It was dusty and smelled like musky books. Turning the corner she expected to see Hanayo but instead found Rin huddled against the wall, her knees pulled to her chest and her face buried in her legs. “Rin?” Rin looked up at the sound of her name and Eli was surprised to see tears trailing down the girl’s cheeks. Usually Rin was so upbeat. She hurried over, crouching down next to the first year. “What happened?” Rin sniffled in response. “I-I confessed to Miyuki-senpai a-and she laughed at me!” “Oh.” Eli said softly, surprised by the answer. She hadn’t thought that Rin liked anyone like that. “What did she say about your...confession?” “She laughed.” Rin repeated, reaching up to shakily wipe her eyes. “And she yelled at me after w-when I said I wasn’t kidding, nya. She said that she didn’t like me like that and she didn’t...like girls. B-But I do s-so there must be something wrong with me, right?” “Did she say that to you?” Eli asked in a steely voice. Rin shook her head, her lip trembling. “No. I was just thinking that…” “There’s nothing wrong with you, Rin.” Eli shuffled closer, gently drawing Rin to her in a light hug. She felt the younger girl shake with silent sobs and gritted her teeth. She didn’t know this Miyuki girl but she didn’t sound like a very nice person. “Come on, school is over. I’ll get Hanayo. Did you tell her you were going to confess to someone?” Rin nodded her head as Eli helped her to her feet. “She doesn’t know it’s a girl though. Y-You won’t tell her, right?” “I won’t.” Eli said, sighing softly. She hugged Rin once more, her heart aching for the younger girl. “It’s going to be okay, Rin. Come on.” She gently led Rin out of the library, noticing Shizuka glance at them in concern. “This Miyuki girl sounds like an idiot if she rejected you.” Rin shook her head. “Miyuki-senpai is the nicest person I know. She’s so sweet a-and she’s in the theatre club. She’s really good at it too. And she has the nicest smile of anyone I know.” Eli sighed once more and fell silent as she led Rin to the club room. “Wait here.” She instructed gently, assuming Hanayo would be better at comforting Rin. She opened the door to the club room and stepped inside, scanning it quickly as she shut the door. “Hanayo, Rin’s waiting for you.” Eli said, noticing Hanayo sitting next to Nico. “She’s upset. Can you take her home or something?” Hanayo nodded swiftly and got up, grabbing her bag. She quickly left the room. “What’s wrong with Rin-chan?” Honoka asked in concern, sitting up a bit straighter in her chair. “Is she sick?” Eli shook her head, noticing equally concerned looks on the faces of the other members. “She’s just...she’s...confused.” She shook her head. “Do any of you like girls?” “WHAT?!” Maki exclaimed loudly. “Y-You can’t just ask us that!” “Shameless.” Umi muttered, looking down at her lap. “I do.” Nozomi raised her hand, shrugging her shoulders. “I only like girls. You should know that, Elichi.” Eli raised her own hand. “I do too. Only girls.” Honoka tentatively raised her hand too. “Um...I like a girl. I like a certain girl a lot but I haven’t told her yet. But maybe girls in general. Kotori-chan is really cute.” Maki gritted her teeth at the nonchalant response while Kotori’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing red. Kotori took that as her cue to speak up. “Um...I like girls. Maybe boys too but definitely girls.” Nico sighed loudly. “I don’t care for whatever. If I like your personality and if you happen to be close to me maybe. “ “So you like people who are smart?” Honoka asked curiously. “No it’s just...argh, why are we talking about it?!” “Nicocchi is blind Honoka-chan. Sexually.” Nozomi explained, leaning back in her seat. “How?” Honoka asked with a confused frown. “I’d rather focus on other things.” Nico explained with a shrug of her shoulders. “The only way I’d know I’m attracted to someone is if I ever do something for them before my family.” “Nicocchi, didn’t you put two hours in helping Elichi in the council room when Honoka-chan forgot to do her paperwork yesterday, making you miss making dinner? You even complained to me that your mom ordered out.” Nozomi said with a smirk. “NOZOMI!” Maki snorted. “Well now we know who she likes.” Eli looked away, blushing. “I was looking for you but Nico offered and yeah…” “Nothing happened, damn it.” Nico blurted out hurriedly, earning herself some strange looks. “What’s the point of this, Eli?” “I’ll tell you in a minute.” Eli looked between Umi and Maki for an answer. “If you don’t want to say, it’s fine but we won’t tell anyone…” Umi hesitantly looked up. “I do too. Like girls.” “Same.” Maki muttered, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “I only like girls. Well...only one girl right now. Can you tell us what the point of this is now, Eli?” “I was getting to that.” Eli replied pointedly, rolling her eyes. “I found Rin crying in the library a-” “Is Rin-chan okay?!” Honoka, who had repeated her question from a moment ago stood up swiftly from her seat, her eyes wide. “What happened?” “She confessed to another girl. And she was rejected.” Eli glanced at the other members of Muse, seeing they were all frowning. “It sounds like the girl was...kind of harsh about it too. Apparently she yelled.” Nico gritted her teeth, growling under her breath. “What was her name?” “Miyuki, I think she’s in second yea...hey, where are you going?!” Eli’s voice rose slightly as Nico stood up from her chair, almost knocking it to the ground. “To have a talk with this second year.” Nico replied simply as she skirted around Eli to get to the door. “I’ll go with her.” Eli said with a heavy sigh, noticing Nozomi’s worried look as Nico left the room. “Don’t worry.” Nozomi nodded and watched as Eli followed Nico, closing the door behind her. Shaking her head she turned back to the others. “What are we going to do? We need to help Rin.” “Maybe we could help her find someone else?” Kotori suggested hopefully. “I have an idea actually.” Nozomi frowned slightly. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s too soon to…” “That’s a great idea, Kotori-chan!” Honoka exclaimed brightly. “Isn’t there a saying? Like um...getting over someone by getting under someone else?” Umi jolted in her chair before her gaze shifted to Honoka. “SHAMELESS! W-Where did you learn something like that?” “Huh?” Honoka asked cluelessly, noticing a blush crawl up Umi’s cheeks. “Um…” Kotori gave a soft laugh. “She has a point, Umi-chan. Anyway, I know someone in the school who might like Rin. Her name is Amagi-chan. She’s come by the student council room a couple of times.” Maki looked up sharply. “Amagi? I know her. She’s a first year. Her family is rich. I see her at parties all of the time.” “You mean the ones Umi-chan sometimes goes to?” Honoka piped up curiously. Umi groaned. “Right, the high status ones. Her parents own half of Tokyo’s finest galleries.” “She’s the second best in our class. After me, I mean.” Maki said with a huff. “She’s also the prettiest after Maki-chan.” Kotori said, earning herself several surprised looks. “N-Not that I think Maki-chan is pretty! I mean I do. But as a friend.” Maki smirked softly. Her girlfriend was adorable. “Um...anyway, I know her. Maybe we could talk to her together? If we think she can help Rin’s confidence.” “I really don’t know if this is a good idea.” Umi said with a frown, glancing at Nozomi. “I agree with Umi.” Nozomi said even as Kotori and Maki moved around her to get to the door. Kotori closed the door behind herself and Maki. As she started walking down the hallway with her girlfriend she glanced over at her. “Do you think they noticed?” Maki casually grabbed Kotori’s hand. “Not a clue.” “M-Maki-chan!” Kotori felt her face flood with warmth. She glanced around to see if anyone was watching but when she saw nobody she carefully tangled her fingers with Maki’s. “We still need to be careful.” “There’s nobody here.” “As if, love birds.” Kotori let out a cry of surprise and quickly drew her hand back. Glancing to the left she found Hibiki was standing at the corner of the corridor ahead of them her bright blue eyes twinkling at what she is witnessing. “Hibiki-chan! I-I thought you’d be in the art room.” “You thought wrong.” Hibiki raised an eyebrow before she turned and sauntered into the art room. Numbly, Maki followed, mostly to check that what she had seen was correct. Indeed when she entered the room she found that Hibiki’s shirt was untucked, her blazer tied around her waist. A golden necklace with a paintbrush charm hung around her neck while her black hair was pulled into a messy bun. Instead of her indoor shoes she was wearing black chucks. “Why are you not wearing your proper uniform?” Maki blurted out. “Chill.” Hibiki sat down in front of her easel again. “I just modified it to my liking. Anyway, I didn’t expect there to be anyone here right now. Did you need something?” She glanced to Kotori, noticing the girl looking her up and down. “Oh, does the principal’s daughter like what she sees?” Kotori felt her face flush with embarrassment. “S-Sorry, your shirt was undone.” Hibiki gave a light laugh. “You know I’m only messing with you, Kotori. I don’t mind if you check me out. It’s not like I haven’t checked you out before.” “Hey, that’s my girlfriend you’re talking about.” Maki growled in annoyance. “M-Maki-chan, that’s meant to be a SECRET!” Kotori exclaimed in shock. She sighed when Maki merely shrugged. “So I’m not the only gay one here.” Hibiki said in amusement. “So what is it I can do for you, Kotori?” “It’s about Rin-chan.” Kotori said, mildly relieved at the subject changing. “She likes girls too. She confessed to someone today and she was rejected. So um...I was thinking we could introduce you to her. To cheer her up. I know you like her.” “So...let me get this straight. Since both of you know I have an interest in hot shot, especially since I watch her specifically when she does sports...you’re assuming I should ask her out.....do you guys want me to corrupt her or something?” Maki scoffed. “We both know you are as innocent as any first year Amagi." "Really Nishikino, you want to go there? Because if I recall someone came into class with her collar buttons fastened to the top of her neck..” Maki cringed. "...Okay, okay not all first years." “But you do like her, right Hibiki-chan?" Kotori asked hopefully. "I-I mean sure. But she only knows my school persona....what if she doesn't like art or even my attitude?" Hibiki asked, sounding a little bit worried. "She'll like your confidence.” Kotori said confidently. “Besides, she's not used to people actually flirting with her." "That's because hot shot is pretty hard to flatter…” Maki frowned. “Why do you call her that?” “What? Hot shot?” Hibiki asked, tilting her head. “Because she’s hot and is daring. Obviously.” Maki grimaced. “Sorry I asked. Will you do it then? You’ll meet her?” “Sure. Just tell me the time and place and I’ll be there.” Hibiki said with a shake of her head. “Thank you.” Kotori said in relief. “Oh and Hibiki-chan? Can you not tell anyone about me and Maki-chan? We’re trying to keep it quiet.” “You might want to tell your girlfriend to keep her hands to herself then.” Hibiki quipped, nodding to Maki’s arm around Kotori’s waist. She laughed at the glare Maki shot her. “What? I’m just saying.” ---- “Nico, wait!” Eli had to jog a little to keep up with Nico who was storming down the hallway. “Do you even know where this girl’s going to be?” “She’s in the theatre club.” Nico answered hesitantly, glancing over at Eli. “What? We can’t let her get away with what she did to Rin, can we? I need to at least tell her she was out of line.” “I agree with you.” Eli said with a slight wince. “But I’m still the former student council president. If you start a fight…” “Come on.” Nico scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I’m not going to fight her. I’m just gonna talk to her.” Eli sighed softly. She couldn’t deny that she wanted to speak to the girl too. She hated the fact that someone had managed to hurt Rin so much. “Fine. You have to remember that Rin likes this girl though. You can’t...be too harsh.” “Screw that. Of course I’ll be harsh.” Nico scowled at the thought. “She can’t just...treat someone like that.” Eli relaxed into a soft smile. “What?” Nico muttered, feeling her cheeks flush at the soft look Eli was giving her. “You’re looking at me like I said something weird.” “Nothing, you’re just...nevermind. It can wait.” Eli said, forcing herself to stop smiling. “So what are you going to say to her?” “Don’t know. Haven’t thought about it yet.” Nico replied, picking up her pace as she saw the entrance to the room she was aiming for up ahead. She paused briefly outside of the room, glancing at Eli before she opened it. She found three girls sitting at the table. The girl with straight blue hair stood up upon seeing them enter. She looked as though she was going to get annoyed before she noticed Eli. “Miyuki, right?” Nico asked bluntly, looking to the girl in the middle seat. Miyuki slowly stood up, looking a little afraid. “Yazawa-san. If this is about Rin-san, I…” “Of course it is!” Nico gritted her teeth, looking between the other two girls. “Out. Now.” The two girls quickly scrambled up and hurried from the room. Miyuki sighed as Eli closed the door. “I don’t really think this is any of your business. It’s between myself and Rin-san.” “It’s my business when you hurt my friend.” Nico snarled angrily, taking a step closer. She felt Eli move with her and felt a wave of gratitude at the fact that the blonde was silently supporting her. Miyuki frowned. “I’m sorry. She just surprised me, that’s all. Her...confession came out of nowhere. I didn’t even know she liked girls.” “So what if she does?” Eli asked pointedly. “Does it matter?” Miyuki shrugged and glanced away. “I just don’t like her in that way.” “Well then you should have been more gentle about it.” Nico growled in annoyance. “Hasn’t anyone ever confessed to you before?” Miyuki bristled slightly at that. “What’s that meant to mean? It’s not like you have people queing up to confess to you either!” Nico growled in annoyance, her hands balling into fists. “Just leave Rin a-” “Wait, did I just hear that right?” A girl with dark red hair stepped out of the backroom where the props were kept. “Hoshizora confessed to you? Seriously?!” She burst out laughing at the thought. “Wait until I tell Akane-chan.” “Junko!” Miyuki exclaimed in surprise, her eyes widening. “Y-You can’t tell anyone! It’s embarrassing!” “Embarrassing for her when this gets around school maybe.” Junko said, smirking maliciously. Her smile quickly slipped from her face when Nico stormed right up to her. “What the hell did you just say?!” Nico growled furiously. Junko scoffed. “Get out of my face, Yazawa. Why are you even he-?” She trailed off with a grunt as Nico grabbed her by the shoulders, tackling her to the floor. “HEY! Get the hell off me!” She instinctively raised her fist as she struggled and lashed out, catching Nico in the face with her knuckles. Nico grimaced but hit the girl back, fury overwhelming her. She heard the girl cry out in pain a moment before an arm wrapped around her stomach. She felt herself being pulled up, lifted off of the girl. “Come on.” Eli said without letting go of Nico. “Forget about her. We have to go.” Nico glared at the girl on the floor but didn’t fight as Eli dragged her from the classroom. ---- “I don’t get it. Why would nobody want to date Rin-chan?” Honoka who was walking in front of Umi twirled around a little. “Sure she can be hyper but she’s fun.” “You would know, right?” Umi asked, raising an eyebrow as she hitched her bag up on her shoulder. She was reminded of how weighed down with homework it was. She hoped she would managed to get through most of it while she was at Honoka’s house. Honoka stopped walking backwards suddenly, almost causing Umi to crash into her. Thankfully Honoka managed to steady her in time. “I feel like I’m not that hyper...am I?” Honoka asked, her eyes big and confused. “Hey, Umi-chan...do you really like girls?” “I-I said I do, didn’t I?” Honoka laughed softly. “That’s good. I wouldn’t want you to be afraid of your father.” Umi sighed and looked away. “That doesn’t mean I’m going to pursue girls, Honoka.” “Umi-chan shouldn’t go with what her jerk of a father wants. Ame-san needs to loosen up.” “Honoka!” Honoka smirked a little before she leaned in closer to Umi. “Oh, I know! We should fake date in front of your parents.” “WHAT?!” “Think about it!” Honoka said, grinning brightly. “It’ll kill two birds with one stone. Though I bet me kissing you would give your father a heart attack…” Umi paused, thinking of her father’s reaction. It was so stupid and dangerous but she couldn’t help but wonder if it would be worth it. She realized that Honoka’s hands were still lightly holding onto her upper arms. “How would we go about it?” Honoka blushed. “Wait, you’re seriously considering it? “Maybe.” Umi leaned in to Honoka, their breath mingling. “You are making quite an offer, Kousaka.” Honoka smirked in return. “It is a good offer, Umi-chan. I’m totally girlfriend material.” Umi pulled back, covering her mouth with her hand as she laughed. “Pfft, girlfriend material? Who taught you these lame pick up lines? Nico?” Honoka blinked. “Wait, no. it wasn’t a pick up line. I was just being honest!” Umi laughed harder at that though her laughter was silence by Honoka’s next question. “Hey! Wait, isn’t that your grandma..?” “What?!” “Wait, I’ve got this, Umi-chan.” “What?” Umi objected as Honoka drew her close. “What are you...mmph!” Her eyes widened as Honoka kissed her square on the lips. “Oh my!” She vaguely heard her grandmother exclaim. Umi drew away, her eyes wide. “Honoka! Sh-SHAMELESS!” “Huh? But I thought you wanted…?” Honoka frowned in confusion. “That was my first kiss.” Umi hissed at Honoka, her face flushed red with embarrassment. “And it was in front of my grandmother! Just...just keep going.” “Keep going?” Honoka raised an eyebrow. “You want me to kiss you again?” “No, just...just…” Umi grabbed Honoka’s hand and turned to her grandmother who had just crossed the street to get to them. “I’m just on my way to Honoka’s house. I’ll be home before curfew, w-we’re just studying.” “I’ll tell your father you’ll be late.” Umi’s grandmother said with a smile. “No need to come home if you’re with Homura’s grandchild.” “R-Right. Thanks.” Umi tugged at Honoka’s hand, hurrying away. “You okay?” Honoka frowned in confusion at Umi. “I feel like I’m going to faint.” “Huh? Why?” Honoka asked obliviously. She quickly shook it off. “I’m sorry if I surprised you by kissing you. It was my first kiss too. Was it...bad?” “No.” Umi said, quicker than she would have liked. “I-I mean it was...strange. I don’t know.” Honoka huffed under her breath. “I haven’t kissed anyone before. Maybe we could practice!” “P-Practice…?” Umi stuttered nervously. “Yeah. Kissing and stuff.” Honoka answered with a confident nod of her head. “Is that okay?” “Y-Yeah. Okay.” Umi quickly let go of Honoka’s hand, realizing she was still holding onto it and sped up a bit. ---- “Sit down.” Eli sighed, finally letting go of Nico’s arm when they were safely inside the student council room. “I can’t believe you hit that girl. If the principal finds out you’re gonna be in serious trouble.” “Like I care.” Nico muttered as she sat down at the desk Eli usually occupied. Or rather, Honoka now. Eli sat down next to Nico with a huff. “Look at me.” She said softly, drawing Nico’s attention to her. She winced slightly at the line of blood that trailed from Nico’s split lip down her chin. She lifted the soft washcloth she’d taken from the nurse’s office on her way there, gently wiping at the trail of blood. Nico blushed as Eli gently touched her cheek with her free hand as she worked. Unconsciously she leaned into the caring touch. “Why are you even doing her work while I’m cleaning?” Nico asked with a sigh as she looked at the messy desk Eli was working at. “Someone has to check her spelling.” “God and people call Nozomi the mom of this group.” Nico said with a roll of her eyes. “You’re more of a mom than her.” “Really? Putting me that old?” Eli paused for a moment before she looked up. “I-I didn’t really mean it like that. You’re just...really mature. That’s what I meant.” “Oh.” Nico was taken aback by the sincere look in Eli’s eyes. “Uh...thanks. I guess.” Eli smiled softly before she reluctantly went back to the paperwork she was looking over. Nico walked around the desk to Eli. “You really suck at communicating. How is it possible you managed being student council president all these years, Ayase?” Eli shrugged, pausing what she was doing again. “Well Nozomi did all of the talking. I was just...the assertive one mostly.” “You don’t sound too assertive to me.” Nico smirked. “Haven’t you  ever done something that went against your better judgement? Nothing spontaneous?” “I-I just prefer order.” Nico smirked even further as she casually leaned against the desk. She could see Eli watching her closely. She reached for one of the sheets of paper in Eli’s hand and narrowed her eyes. “I’m not gonna do anything.” She said, seeing Eli tense. “I just wanted to see what you-” Eli leaned in, pressing her lips suddenly to Nico’s. Nico’s eyes widened in surprise at the sudden kiss. She barely had time to even think about what was happening before Eli quickly drew away. “Eli, what the…?” Eli swallowed thickly, staring at Nico through wide eyes before she bolted from the table, hurrying toward the door. “Wait…” Nico called feebly, still too stunned to say anything else. Her words died in her throat as Eli left the room. “What the hell…?” “You seem to be the only one besides Nozomi who cares about my wellbeing. Remember when I got sick?” Nico mumbled, locking eyes with Eli. “You took care of me.” “Of course I did.” Eli said softly. “Why did you do it?” Nico asked bluntly. “Take care of you?” Eli asked obliviously. “Well, I…” “Not that. Yesterday. In the student council room.” Nico replied, refusing to let Eli shake the topic off. “You kissed me.” “Right, um…” Eli blushed and looked away, “Maybe I was just trying to show you that I can be spontaneous.” “Bullshit. You’re not a spontaneous person.” Nico disagreed, her voice soft despite her harsh words. “Tell me the truth.” Eli took a deep breath. “I like you.” “WHAT?!” Nico’s eyes widened. She was sure that Eli and Nozomi had something going on. “Nico, calm down. I understand if you don’t like me back.” Nico felt her heart pounding against her chest as Eli spoke. Nevertheless she leaned in and pressed her lips to Eli’s. For a moment she merely relished in how warm the kiss was until Eli kissed her back. She winced, drawing away as her lip stung sharply. “Sorry.” Eli said softly, reaching up. She gently brushed her thumb over Nico’s lower lip, biting her own. “So...does this mean that you…?” “Obviously.” Nico murmured, doing her best not to shudder at the touch. She cursed herself for hurting her lip of all places. If she hadn’t she could have been kissing the blonde. She felt her ears burning at the thought and looked up. “I really thought you liked Nozomi or something…” Eli shook her head. “After I took care of you that time...and became friendly with your sisters and brother, I started to see you in a different light. You really would do anything for them. Even get yourself sick. I’m kind of like that with Arisa.” Nico nodded slowly. “Look, I um...don’t know what this means...or what you want it to mean but...I do want to see where it goes. Maybe we can…?” She trailed off unsurely. “Yes.” Eli nodded in response, drawing a light laugh from Nico. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.” Eli flashed Nico a grin. “I didn’t have to.” She tugged Nico closer inadvertently dragging the girl into her lap. She didn’t protest though, electing to wrap her arms around Nico’s waist instead, lightly nuzzling her neck. “I guess we’ll have to wait a while until I can kiss you again.” “Damn it.” Nico muttered, rolling her eyes. “This just makes me hate her more.” “If it makes you feel any better, I hate her too.” Eli lightly pressed her lips to Nico’s neck. Hearing Nico’s breath hitch, she did so again. She felt Nico’s hold on her tighten. “Kiss me.” “But…” “Maybe I like it rough.” Nico leaned back, fixing Eli with a hungry stare. Eli didn’t need to be asked twice. She leaned in again and kissed Nico hard. She felt her flinch but this time she didn’t pull away. Neither did Nico who held onto her tighter as she kissed her back. TBC?