#still figuring out what tags are used for tes… apologies

[progmetol]

new Iveri art drop. I have also hit 100k dps on her, took long enough.

[albino-whumpee]

The Master´s party

A little teaser for you. 

A grin quirked the man´s lips up when he held his chin in a bruising grip. Sann let out a pathetic yelp as the man pulled his face closer to his. 

“You´re an awful liar”

(This one´s long, just heads up for that and just so you know what Albus is taking about at the end, read Of secrets and memories )

This is a series, here´s the Masterlist

Taglist:  @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @giggly-evil-puppy @cowboysrappin @haro-whumps @burtlederp @neuro-whump @comfortforthepain @whumps-the-word @whole-and-apart-and-between @broken-horn @ashintheairlikesnow @rosesareviolentlyread @starnight-whump @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @as-a-matter-of-whump  @whumpasaurus101 @grizzlie70 @twistedcaretaker

TW// Dehumanization, slavery, all the box boy jazz, past abuse, shock collars, defiant whumpee, torture, past abuse, conditioning, anxiety, desrealization, humilliation and dissoci@tion. 

The invitation came in a golden envelope.

Albus silently waited for Zarai to read it. He didn´t expect her face to turn from taciturn to horror in the split of a second.

“Absolutely not” she shouted, taking her phone and furiously typing a number as she walked to the studio. Albus glanced at Momo who meowed to be fed.

He was petting the cat while it ate, when he saw Zarai steaming from rage and straightened up in instinct, bracing for a hit that never came.

Zarai let out a loud groan before putting her phone back on the table with a slam that made Albus jump. Slowly his muscles relaxed as he watched the woman rub her temples. He waited a second, just to be sure.

“I can’t believe it. They’re nuts!” She shot her hands up suddenly “Uniform etiquette? That’s- I don’t even know where to start on how wrong that is!” She continued before exhaling a loud, long sigh.

Albus extended her coffee and gulped when he saw her drink it in one go. “I-Is there something wrong with mistress Heleba’s party, ma’am?” He ventured, catching her attention and glad it didn´t come off as misbehaving. She had simply let her chin rest on her hand as she stared at the envelope.

“They want pets to attend the party with uniforms”

Albus frowned. Wasn´t that normal? 

“Would ma´am prefer me to stay then?” he tried, picking up the cup to clean it. He knew she wasn´t exactly a fan of pets in the first place, but her discomfort was aimed more at their owners, so a party with too many of them around? He could smell her complaints from miles.

Albus was surprised to hear her sigh instead. 

“No, I need you there. I wanted you to meet other potential clients and the agencies we will form partnership bonds with in the future. Especially Dune´s executives, but…” she tapped the envelope with bottled anger. His eyes drifted down to the letter.

“Pets are required to use shock collars as uniform etiquette and security measures to our dear guests”

The man at the party´s reception told Zarai as Albus lifted his chin. The man´s partner putting the leather white collar on Zarai´s hand, as the other checked the electrodes against his neck.

Ah, what a familiar sensation, he thought to himself.

“Is it really necessary? He´s not dangerous…” She asked putting the leather collar on her purse with a deep frown on her face.

“Orders from above ma’am” the security guard limited himself to answer.

Zarai whipped her head back at the boy when she heard the buckles click. His hands twitched but he clasped them tightly over his lap, directing a small smile at his owner.

“It´s fine ma´am. Is just a security measure” he said, but a lump formed on his throat when he saw the remote. Squeezing his wrists tight, he held back the impulse to take the collar off himself.

“This button allows you control the intensity and this one is to make it shoot the electricity. Like this” It was already on the lowest voltage so when the man pressed the button, the collar’s box little LED lights turned red for a second as a short wheeze was forced out of Albus.

You forced me to do this 778900. You keep trying to run off somewhere… Don’t be so impatient. Someone will buy you, eventually. This is for your own good.

Zarai yanked the remote from the man “Enough!” He stared at her in confusion as Albus caught his breath. “There was no need for a demonstration” she shot a glare at the man who offered an apologetic smile before she walked away, dragging the boy with her by the arm. “C’mon, Claude will be waiting inside” she whispered, not expecting to not hear a reply. She stopped a few steps away, noticing Albus trembling figure. She looked around the sea of people and dragged both to a small spot besides the pet’s bathroom.

“Can…can you lift your neck Albus?” The boy complied without fighting. Almost robotically. He blinked surprised, however, when he felt her fingers searching for something on his neck. “There” she said with a triumphant click. “They never said anything about it being on” she said, putting the remote into his own hands “I don´t have a use for this. Keep it hidden for me, would you?” she smiled.

Albus eyes softened as he clenched his hand on the remote. “Thank you ma’am”.

Zarai recomposed after giving him a short squeeze on the shoulder “Let´s go. I don´t want to be here more than necessary. Oh, Claude!” she said, calling the doctor talking with some businesswoman and waving at him as Albus hid the remote on his coat´s pocket.

—-

“Mister Serra! I-I didn´t know” some of the guests told him upon seeing the collar on his neck. He was glad none of the people he considered close was there to see him sport the tag he had tried so very hard to keep hidden.

“I apologize for the confusion” he would say in a bow.

“A pet that can read and work, quite unheard of” a man with a funny mustache said reflexively. Albus recognized him from the archives Zarai had made him memorize about the party´s guests. The vice-president of the adjacent company of the many, Rupert Glass owned. “Pretty interesting tactic from Miss Montenegro to keep your status hidden. Never understood her very well… I might try buy one like you. Normal pets are mostly just for show and I want one that can be useful” he said brushing Albus from head to toe. The boy knew better than to keep his eyes at the same level and shyly let down his gaze.

He wished they could go back home soon.

Even if Zarai treated him well, for most of the attendants he was at the same level of importance as the fine glass on their hands.

A luxury they could afford to break.

They only didn´t because it wasn´t theirs. He, wasn´t theirs. It would be rude if they injured or broke someone else´s property. But they didn´t shy from dragging around by a leash their half-naked, bruised pets. 

Some of their eyes nailed on him with anger, but quickly lifted up at their owners pull on their necks. 

Albus could still feel the glares the other pets shot at him and tilted his head only to catch a glimpse of light brown hair. Sann was wearing a tuxedo with a white rose on his chest. But as soon as he spotted him, Sann disappeared into the sea of people taking Albus´ breath with him. “I…It has been a pleasure to meet you Mister Darcy, but I must attend some…matters. Miss Zarai gives you her greeting and wishes you good health” he said, offering his hand to stretch. The older man only gave it a look before wrinkling his nose.

“I don´t handshake pets” he said. Albus backed his hand slowly.

“Excuse me. Thank you for your time, sir” he bowed as he had learnt back on the facility before he dismissed him with a flick of his hand.

He quickly walked away to scan the crowd, not finding the freckled boy among them. He tried searching by the special drink fountain for pets in the back, next to the bathrooms. It only served water and tasteless crackers. A clear contrast with the tables overflowing with delicious looking pastries and varied choices of drinks for their masters. But he wasn´t there or at tables, laying his head on Robert´s knees either.

The man sat with another man, carding his fingers through a shivering girl´s hair sitting by his knees with a charming smile on. Albus backed away slowly when the girl convulsed forward and the man next to Robert laughed along him.

He thought maybe he had imagined him, when he felt a tug on his neck.

“Hey, this one´s collar´s turned off” a man with a security uniform told his partner. The man tightened his grip around Albus´ wrist

“What? Did it turn it off?” the man harshly made Albus whip his head to a side. A whimper escaped his lungs. “Ugh, delicate pet alert” He slapped him repeatedly “Did you turn off your collar? Thought you could get away with it? Do you want us to tell your owner what you did? Hm?”

“N-No, no sir” Albus heaved as both men laughed like jackals “Please, let me explain-Ah!” The man holding him twisted his arms to his back.

“Stay, boy, stay. Don´t make us hurt you more than necessary” He yanked his head up so his partner had free way to the collar. He heard it click on again “What a good boy” he cooed, wrapping a zip tie around his wrists “We can´t let this slip, though. We got to tell your owner” he said, holding his head down by the neck and forcing him to walk.

The man roughly shoved him to his knees besides the guard station, a few steps away from the entrance. His breathing got shallow as his eyes darted through the crowd trying to find the familiar black long hair and the blue suit of her partner.

He saw the man talking to the microphone to announce him as if he was a lost child on a supermarket. No. It was more similar to the announcement of a lost wallet.

People stared at him with indignation. Pets stared with apologetic looks before they clung to their master´s arms.

He pulled his knees closer to his chest. 

It was like he was back at the facility. Being disciplined in front of other trainees because his handlers were getting bored of him. Getting pushed to the front at the smallest inconvenience to make an example out of him to encourage the others to follow every order their handlers gave them through his own tearing screams.

He felt hands on his shoulders and jerked back so hard he banged his head against the wall.

“It´s me Albus, I´m sorry for scaring you” Zarai said, helping him up as a few spots invaded his sight “Didn´t expect this to happen…I´m sorry” she whispered as he felt the release of the zip tie on his wrists. He rubbed his bruising wrists, which infuriated the woman. “What´s the meaning of this?” She yelled at the guards.

One of them sighed “Ma´am, this is just standard procedure. It shouldn´t leave marks. Maybe albinos bruise too easily”

Albus heard those words and his brain turned off.  

Everything was below a thick curtain of fog, the sounds were slurred and his limbs moved involuntarily. It was like living a dream. Was he actually awake? He didn´t know.

He felt his legs walk, his mouth speak and his hand write as Zarai talked. But he wasn´t sure if it was real. He wasn´t sure if the people around him were really there.

Their voices sounded as if they were underwater. Unclear and foggy. A fog, thick as a veil covered the world around him as he walked. After a while, he suddenly found himself leaning against a wall. Just hearing the noise of conversations on the distance, when he allowed himself to wrap his arms around his knees on the floor of a balcony.

He tried to pull air into his suddenly too tight chest.

He hated it.

He hated not knowing why exactly those words put him off like that. Having the feeling he hated to hear it in a certain specific voice. He hated the laughter inside his head that filled his senses. He buried his head in his arms.

“Fuck off” he hissed, not expecting to feel a hand on his back.

He jumped up when he saw Sann on his tuxedo, letting out a lame squeak that made the other grin.

The boy stood up “Sorry…” Sann signed with a frown, his hands twitching in front of his chest as if wanting to say something else but not knowing how, he only stared at him.

Albus waited, just in case, before he looked away and set his eyes on the city “Don´t be, you just surprised me” He opened his mouth and then closed it with a sigh “I´m sorry… Just...give me a second” he said, biting his lip when Sann held his hand.

He brushed his thumbs against his pale hand as if saying “It´s ok, just breathe”

Albus made his lips a fine line before letting it out.

“I might always say hello with food, but you always try to hold my hand” he said in a half giggle, squeezing on Sann´s hand slightly tighter. A smile came to his face and somehow, couldn´t shake it away. 

“…Can we stay like this for a bit?” he asked, feeling the fog on his head dissipate slowly.

“Yes” Sann signed before curling his fingers around Albus´ hand.

Albus looked above at the night sky feeling the warmth of the boy´s hand leak into his before he took a deep breath. Despite the sound of the party inside where most likely Zarai was searching for him, it melted with the usual sounds of the city and the rumble of the sea in the distance. He let out his breath slowly, calm settling on his chest.

He wondered since when he had started to feel that way around the other boy. The other pet looked at the cars below with a little smile hanging on his lips. His hair was mussed up, pulled back in a way that framed his face and made his features pop. The sleek attire with the rose delicately set on his chest, was a look that couldn´t be ruined even by the shock collar on his neck intermittently lighting up.

“You look stunning” the words rolled out of his mouth and didn´t notice he had said it out loud until Sann turned to him with wide eyes. He pulled his free hand to his chin to sign a thank you with an even wider smile.

“You. Too” Sann signed as the albino felt his cheeks burn and tried to hide it by fixing his glasses. He squinted when he noticed something about his hand.

“What´s this?” he asked, fishing Sann´s hand and inspecting the new pink circles around his knuckles. Cigarette burns, he identified bitterly. “What happened? A punishment?” His tone urgent as he lifted his eyes and found Sann´s smile had ran away from his face.

He shook his head.

“No? Then why…” Albus asked as Sann pulled his hand away to lean on the balcony, watching the traffic below with a lost gaze and hiding the injured hand. Albus joined him a second later “…just because?”  Sann nodded with a shrug that pulled a string on his heart. Albus wondered if that was normal treatment for Sann and felt a sting of guilt.

It was a possibility to end up with an owner like that, the handlers had told them as much enough times, but Sann deserved someone better as owner. He deserved to be able to smile without fear of not looking pretty and eager enough to avoid being hurt.

The thoughts raced through his head before being interrupted when Sann looked up at the fireworks popping in the distance, putting that beautiful smile on his face yet again. He turned to him and finding his worried frown, his gray eyes softened.

He moved his hands up to sign, but then had second thoughts and simply smiled with slightly worried eyebrows.

“I´ll be fine” Albus could almost hear him say as he pointed his head at the fireworks.

As Albus watched the show of colors a dread began to grown in his heart. He was to act as a person, but that didn´t change he was a Pet. Just like Sann and the many others inside. They looked at him with envy and resentment, but Sann...Sann didn´t. Despite the scars on his neck and the rest of his body; the sadness behind his eyes, he still would let him hold his hand and smile at fireworks. The pleasant memories of his time with Zarai began to pop into his mind like the blue and yellow and red lights shining in the night sky.

How could he even change that for him if he couldn´t be free from it himself?

Albus felt Sann tap on his shoulder and he turned, only to find him smiling at him holding the rose of his chest and gently put it on him. He blinked perplexed at the rose, now on his chest, before his eyes found him shrugging playfully.

“Gift. For you” Sann signed as he watched Albus take out his small notebook and pen and extend it for him. It took him a second, but Sann pulled it up so Albus could read it.

“My Master can be very explosive, but he´s a man of his word. He promised me he would give me a bouquet of roses if I could stand the burns…“ Albus eyes widened in horror before Sann smiled again and tapped on the note, urging him to continue “I only got one flower, but do you like it?”

Albus was speechless for a long moment that made Sann tense up and shrink into his shoulders. Albus hand gently guided him to look at him again.

“I love it” he said as Sann´s face lit up “But, the best gift you can give me is your smile” at that, Sann´s cheeks flared up. “S-So, please, don´t do something like that for me ever again. Please...” Sann was stunned by his words and only could looked down as Albus let down his hand and Sann noticed the wild blush expanding on the albino´s cheeks, right before he felt a shock on his neck.

Sann wheezed, bent over the balcony, before he felt yet another shock. As he gasped for air, Sann worried if his Master was hidden in the shadows. The terror of it being true made him step forward, a primal fear screaming at him to rush to his side. 

“Wait!” Albus caught his wrist before he could run off. Sann stared at him for a second, heart drumming loudly in fear, agitated, so much more than the composure the albino put as front to his worry as he looked up at him could calm him. Ruby eyes full of determination nailed on him through long, white eyelashes. “Before you go, can I give you a kiss?”

Sann was thrown off the loop and glared back inside, darting his eyes through the crowd in fear of another shock, but when he felt Albus hand on his, his heart eased.

He asked.

He asked a toy like him who couldn´t say no.

Sann returned the squeeze and took one step closer. His hands were small and thin, a bit rough around the edges but so soft. Sann looked at his lips and waited for them to seal with his, but to his surprise, Albus pulled his hand and pressed his lips into his knuckles. 

It was a light kiss. Soft and soothing, Sann´s heart melted when he didn´t step closer to kiss him somewhere else and instead only saw Albus pull away.

“See you later” 

Sann stared at him for a moment, longing for more, but as Albus let go whispering, “Take care” he knew he couldn´t be greedy. He had to hang on to it until there was a chance they could meet again.

His Master glared at him when he came running to kneel besides him and then tugged on his collar, lifting his chin up as he checked his chest pocket and found it empty.  He gripped on either side of his cheeks and pressed just enough on his throat with a severe look on his eyes that made Sann recoil before he clipped his leash to his collar and took him outside. 

Sann slowed down when they passed through the security line to return the shock collar, but when the man only tugged on it for him to keep walking, he knew the collar would stay on that night. 

When the man opened the trunk for him to crawl and sit on, he saw something grim shine on his eyes. 

“Where did your rose go?” the man asked, stroking Sann´s cheek. “Did he like it?” 

For the split of a second Sann stopped knowing how to breathe, but the next he was leaning into the man´s hand, shaking his head and then tilting it as if he didn´t understand the question. 

A grin quirked the man´s lips 

[criminalminds4days]

Family Matters | Chapter 7: Happy Birthday

Hello people!!

I know I just came back, but school and work are really kicking my butt. I have virtual events, classes, projects and papers... On top of that I have to go to work and I barely have enough time to sleep. I am hoping I'll be able to keep writing, and I already have some chapter written in advance but who knows how my life will be by the time we reach the end of those chapters...

Anyway, I hope you guys are having a good week and a good year so far. Enjoy the chapter and let me know what you think!

P.S. keep in mind I did not have time to proof read this, so it might be wonky.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references, violence and murder references, public embarrassment, and very bad jokes!

Word Count: 5.2k

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Chapter 7: Happy Birthday

It was now time to get everything set up for Reid's surprise birthday party. She was still not talking to him, but something within her didn't allow her to abandon the idea of celebrating his day of birth. She wanted so bad to stop wanting to be his friend and talk to him, be around him and hear him laugh, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it.

"You're gonna let us know your decision soon?" She almost fell down the chair she was on.

"Can you not scare me to death, please?"

"Well stop keeping us in suspense."

"Emily," she stepped down from the chair and used it to sit. "I didn't accept the position, in fact, I told Luke that same day. To help him with his bosses being on his ass I said I would think about it, but I'm going to email them soon to say I won't be transferring. I don't know how Garcia found out but she didn't let me explain that I wasn't even leaving. Then all of you barged in and I just thought it would be funny to let you guys believe I was gonna leave."

"And you've had us in suspense for two days?! Do you know how devastated Reid is? He probably thinks that's why you won't speak to him!"

"That's not the reason I don't talk to him, I ignore him because he's a cheater!" Her mouth closed fast after saying those words.

"What do you mean? Did he cheat at poker or something?"

"No, just forget about it."

"Tell me!"

"No necesitas saber," She said in Spanish. Telling Emily she didn't need to know.

"¿Se te olvida a caso que también hablo español?"

"Yes, I totally forgot you spoke Spanish." She placed for a little bit, deciding whether to tell her or not. "I saw Reid and JJ a couple of weeks ago and they were in a very friendly situation, to say the least."

"Were they making out or something?" She shook her head, and Emily smiled. "Listen, I honestly don't think that they have something going on."

"You didn't see what I did."

"That's true, but I am also not emotionally involved."

"I'm not emotionally involved."

"Sure you aren't." She winked, "does Hotch know you're staying?"

"He was there when I turned down the offer originally."

"That little prick, he's mentioned nothing to me!"

"To you? Interesting." Before Emily could correct herself she had already made her way to the sitting area, setting all the dishes and cups. She looked it over one more time before deciding it was good. "I have to change, I will be back in a half-hour. Everybody should be arriving by then, do you mind just checking that everything is good while I'm gone?"

"Yeah, though it seems rather interesting that you're having a birthday party for a 'cheater' don't you think?"

"It's also weird that you expected Hotch to tell you specifically, rather than the team, things like my possible transfer."

"That's not what I meant."

"Oh, but it is."

"No, it's not!"

"Yes, it is, now bye!" With those last words, she exited the building.

She paced her room. She had about thirty minutes before Spencer arrived and she was about ten minutes away, so she still had some time to figure out what she was going to say or do once the party began. She knew someone would tell him it was she who organized the party, and that would only raise more questions about her current behavior towards him.

"I had already planned it, and I couldn't get a reimbursement for the salon." She said to the mirror. "No, that might be too mean. How about, Whatever else is going on, I am glad you're alive. No, that's too nice." She rubbed her eyes, frustrated with her responses, and then, the best idea she would come up with came to her and she couldn't pass up the opportunity.

Would it backfire? Most likely, but that didn't mean she wasn't gonna try her best for it to not. With one final look at the mirror, she grabbed her keys and made her way to the venue. When she arrived all the cars from her co-workers were parked, except for JJ's, who out of the goodness of her heart had offered to drive the birthday boy. She wouldn't be surprised if Will didn't attend the event, because that would give them some alone time. Absorbed by this thought she almost didn't notice that almost immediately after she exited her car, JJ, Spencer and Will pulled up in their car. When she noticed them she squealed and ducked, but it had been a little too loud, as all three of them turned to her and saw as she very awkwardly tried to hide by ducking next to her car. She sighed and stood up, waving at the trio.

"Dropped a contact." She weakly explained.

"You don't use contracts, nor glasses for that matter." Spencer reminded her.

"No, but my friend does, and she left them in my car, and when I got out, I ended up dropping one."

"Well, it might be time to go in," JJ said, trying to salvage the surprise.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Spencer asked her.

"I... I didn't know I was, it was sort of a last-minute thing."

"Oh, okay." He looked at her expectantly, as if hoping she would acknowledge the date and congratulate him. That was one of the few things that contrasted his serious demeanor, those small moments in which he would just act like a child and have that twinkle in his eyes.

"Anyway, why don't I go ahead and go inside and you guys catch up later."

"No, you can stay with us. I mean, you can be my date. Today doesn't feel like the day to be the third wheel." He gave her another expectant look, hoping she would ask what made today special, or simply acknowledge she knew what day it was. "Besides, we haven't really seen much of each other lately."

"Yeah, life's crazy. Let me take a rain check on that though. I'll see you all later!" She tried to walk inside but he took her arm, preventing her from leaving.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, she's just trying to prevent you from finding out about your surprise birthday party before we get a chance to say surprise." Spoke the one and only Derek Morgan. They turned to find all of their friends at the entrance with amused smiles on their faces.

"Surprise!" They exclaimed and his eyes lit up even more, if that was possible, at the sight.

"Can you let me go now, please?" He nodded and mumbled an apology as he let go of her arm, she moved next to Emily and avoided all eye contact with everybody.

"Way to go champ, you almost ruined it." The woman jokingly whispered in her ear.

"Happy birthday Spencer!" Everybody said.

"Thank you guys, this means so much to me. I can't believe you all took the time to plan this."

"Actually, it was all-"

"Emily! This was all Emily's idea." She exclaimed before JJ could finish the sentence.

"Well, thank you so much, Emily." He said to her. She couldn't help but notice a small hint of disappointment in his tone, but she decided to not read too much into it.

"Yeah, you're welcome." This one said, shooting a glance at her friend. "How about we go inside and get some food?" Everybody cheered and they all made their way to the table that she had set up earlier.

"So my idea, huh?" She mumbled.

"Shut up Emily, you don't need to read into everything."

"I'm not reading into stuff, it's all just out in the open."

"Whatever."

The dinner had gone great, everyone seemed to be having a great time, especially the birthday boy, though something kept bugging him and she wasn't sure what it was.

"So, have you made a decision about your transfer?" He directly asked her once the conversation had died down.

"Are you asking me?"

"Is anyone else considering a transfer?"

"Touche." She instinctively looked at Emily and Hotch, who casually were sitting next to each other, 'out in the open' she immediately thought. Emily gave her a pointed look while her boss simply nodded slightly. "I'm still thinking. Luke made some really interesting points about the position."

"For example, his deep voice." Emily teased.

"A raise in salary." She countered.

"How do you even know Agent Alvez? I heard of him, but I didn't even know what he looked like before this week." Garcia questioned.

"He was a mentor, per se, when I was finishing up my courses at the academy. I ended up going on my first mission as a graduate with him and his team, I was actually going to start with them when Hotch requested me for the BAU."

Everybody seemed a little impressed by this knowledge. It was true she never really shared her stories, and it was mostly because they were filled with embarrassment, but this was work-related, so it seemed okay.

There seemed to be more questions emerging but before they could be asked, footsteps were heard at the entrance, and soon enough, Anna, Tyler, her aunt Becky (Anna's mother), and her mom walked in.

"Who in the-"

"Happy birthday to my favorite son-in-law!" Her mother cheered and before he even had a chance to stand up he was already engulfed into a hug.

"Son-in-law? Reid, is there something we need to know?" Questioned Derek.

"What are you guys doing here?" She spoke, feeling her throat dry out.

"Well, your mom told us it was Spencer's birthday and that you organized a birthday dinner for him, so we thought we would stop by and congratulate him," Anna said.

"Wait, that's your mom?!" Garcia asked.

"Is there something you two need to share with the rest of us?" This time the question came from Hotch.

She turned to the uninvited guests and gave them the fakest smile to ever exist. "Family, can I have a word with you all, outside? Now."

"Aren't you gonna introduce us to your team?" Her cousin asked, a smile playing on her lips.

"Yes, of course." She turned to Emily, begging with her eyes for help.

"Aaron, do you mind coming with me to my car. I seemed to have left something there."

"Right now?"

"Yes right now. It's important." She basically dragged him out of the venue, and she took a deep breath.

"Well, Mother, Anna, Tyler, and Aunt Becky," she signaled to the uninvited attendees. "This is my team, Penelope Garcia, SSA Morgan, SSA Jareau, and her husband detective Will, SSA Rossi, and you already know Dr. Reid. Team, this is my family."

"Pardon me if I sound rude by pointing this out, but you seem familiar," Derek mentioned.

"Well duh, we're one of the wealthiest families out there. The Blackwood family is very well known, and we've had our fair share of magazine covers." Anna said with glee.

"Blackwood? Wait, that's your last name, but you go by-"

"ANYWAY!" She interrupted JJ, "let us congratulate the birthday boy and celebrate, let's worry about titles later!" She grabbed her mother away from Spencer and placed her and the rest of her family in additional chairs that were part of the venue.

"So, how old are you turning Spencer?" Tyler asked, with a hint of annoyance.

"Thirty." The mentioned responded. Both of them stared at each other and she couldn't decide if what was happening between them was pure hatred or sexual tension.

"I thought you didn't like older men that much."

"It is of wise people to change their mind." She responded.

"I honestly feel like I am missing so much information right now," Derek said out loud.

"Same." JJ and Penelope added.

"I think I have a somewhat good idea of what's happening," Rossi said.

"Well, as a gift from me and my daughter, here are the keys to the Noire museum downtown. I personally think it would be fantastic for your children to grow up going there every weekend or something."

"Mother!" She exclaimed.

"Thank you, but I can't accept that, it is too much." Spencer intervened.

"Nonsense. You are the only son-in-law I will ever have; let my daughter and I spoil you."

"Yes Reid, let your future mother and future wife spoil you," Rossi spoke, a hint of glee in his eyes.

"Have you proposed already?!"

"No!" They both exclaimed. She had no idea how much more of this she could take.

"Okay, let me get this straight, Reid and you have been dating, and you didn't tell any of us?! How long has this been going on?"

"Well-"

"One year, and about four months, right cousin?" Anna was asking to get murdered.

"Actually, it's one year five months, and six days since we met, but we've only been together for one year three months and 4 days. Unless I confused my numbers again." He gave her a look and she fought the urge to not smile. Sure, she had to pretend they were a couple, but she was still mad at him.

"Reid getting his numbers wrong?" Will whispered.

"Yeah, because of his dyslexia," Tyler said as if it was obvious.

"Of course, his dyslexia! How could we forget Will?" JJ added. She looked completely surprised and kept glancing back between Spencer and her, but her tone was controlled, making sure the non-profilers in the room would not see through her. She couldn't help but wonder if the blonde was at all upset by the situation, after all, if she was right JJ was Spencer's girlfriend. The reminder made her frown, but she soon erased it from her face: one problem at a time.

"Well, this was grand, getting to know each other but I am sure you guys have a long drive and-"

"Don't worry cousin, we made time for the party. After all, Spencer is practically family, and you two are just so perfect for each other."

After her words, the steps of Emily and Hotch made the room go silent. He gave her a knowing look and took his previous seat as well as her friend who gave her a wink. This was going to be a disaster.

"So cousin, you guys hadn't told anybody about your relationship? Why keep it a secret?"

"The FBI has very strict policies, and both agents needed to demonstrate that their work in the field would not be affected by their relationship, and it hasn't," Aaron said, giving her a faint nod.

"Wait, but what does that mean for your transfer?" Garcia asked. Her eyes opened in shock because nothing could ever go right.

"What transfer?" Her aunt Becky questioned.

"I got offered a position with the team I did my first case with. But that's really not gonna change my relationship with Spencer. It's not like I'm leaving the country if I accept it. If anything I would spend more time in D.C."

"Interesting."

"Listen, family, I really appreciated having you here and taking the time to come and congratulate Spencer, I'm sure he's so happy that you guys could be here, but it's getting late and since all of us have to be back in the office tomorrow morning we're probably gonna call it a night soon."

"Of course darling." Her mother winked at her and Spencer as if suggesting that was not the reason the two wanted people gone.

"Before we leave though, we would love to get a picture of the two of you. It's not every day you get to celebrate your partner's birthday number thirty." The annoying blonde she had for a cousin suggested.

"Maybe another time."

"No, I think that's a great idea." Morgan chipped.

"Sure, why not?" Spencer said casually.

Was this man crazy? Did he not understand that their boss was right there and this could cost them their careers?!

She sighed and approached the brunette she placed her arms around his torso as he enveloped her in a hug, they smiled for the camera and waited a few seconds for pictures to be taken.

"Now Kiss!" Anna said and followed by that Garcia and Morgan joined her in a chorus of "kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss." The rest of the team, except for Hotch joined in, and she made sure to remember to kill Emily at her next best opportunity.

She cursed internally and turned her face, meeting his eyes for the first time in days. Sure, they had made accidental eye contact from time to time in the last few days, but she had tried her hardest to make it rare, and now she felt somewhat vulnerable. He gave her a small nod and leaned in, his lips touching hers ever so softly. It had been over two months since they had last kissed, but she could remember the taste as if it was yesterday.

A couple of minutes and cheers later they broke apart, his hand immediately reaching for hers. She tried not to wince or remove it, but it seemed like an impossible challenge.

"So cute!" The woman said, disgust in her voice. "Anyway, happy birthday Spence, here are some books that we thought you might like." She placed them on the table and attempted to walk towards him and hug him, but both she and Spencer made it clear that was not an option. There was something about her spanking him during the retreat that didn't really sit well with either of them. "You two are just made for each other, aren't you?" She commented before walking back towards her husband.

"Happy birthday Spencer, I hope the next time we see each other it's to ask me about an engagement ring." Her mother squeezed his cheeks and planted a kiss on each one to later repeat the process on her daughter. Aunt Becky simply waved and Tyler gave the couple a head nod before the four left the building.

There was a silence, she let go of his hand rather abruptly and separated herself from him a couple of inches as the rest of the team observed them. "Should I go set up the karaoke machine?" She asked as she tried to navigate the room.

"You should tell us why none of us knew the two of you were a thing," Morgan said.

"Agreed." The rest of the team said.

"Really, Emily you too?"

"That kiss made me doubt."

"Let me just make sure they're gone." She walked towards the entrance, as her mother's vehicle drove away she sighed with relief and made her way back to the table. "All right, let us get this over with."

"Why didn't you tell us you two were dating?" Penelope asked.

"Because we're not." She responded.

"Really? Then what was all that?" Morgan arched an eyebrow, clearly not impressed by her response.

"I asked Dr. Reid to pretend to be my boyfriend for a family event because my cousin kept telling me she was better than me and I was gonna end up alone because I was horrible and-" everybody observed her, the message clear. "Okay, she didn't say that exactly but the intention was clear! Anyway, because he went with me now my family thinks we're a couple and we have to pretend we are."

"That can't be it, please tell me you're lying and you two are actually in love," Penelope begged.

"Sorry, but Dr. Reid and I are simply co-workers who got caught in a big lie because of my big mouth." She shrugged, "Hotch, I promise, you have nothing to worry about."

"I know." He said, but something in his tone suggested otherwise.

"But that kiss though. It seemed more real than it should." JJ pointed out.

She looked at her, wanting to say something to hint that she knew about her and Spencer and that she knew that comment was coming from a place of jealousy, but she decided against it. She simply rolled her eyes, as if disregarding said kiss and made her way to the karaoke machine.

After everyone had moved on from the conversation and had begun cheering at those who participated by singing one or two songs, she decided to take a little break and get some air.

“If I didn’t know any better I would say you hate me or something.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Then what is it, because ignoring me and barely answering me isn’t cutting it anymore. I thought we were friends.”

“JJ, there are just some things that I can’t condone.”

“Like what?”

“Cheating.”

“I didn’t cheat, I was the first one to the office, so I grabbed the first doughnut. I am sorry if you liked chocolate glazed ones.”

“I am not talking about that! Though I am a little upset about that too!”

“Then what did I do?”

“Are you sleeping with Spencer?”

After those words came out of her mouth and JJ processed them, the blonde couldn’t help but laugh her ass off. She observed as the woman continued to laugh without a sign of stopping soon. “Me, and Spencer?” she asked between laughs, “Have you seen this?” She pointed at the ring in her hand and began to draw images with her hands as if hoping to represent that she was married, and she and Spencer were nothing but friends, she even confessed to her second pregnancy, something only Spencer knew about. But the other woman didn’t really understand, she thought everything was signaling at her avoiding to answer. “You are a funny one! Now, let’s go back inside, I will buy you a whole box of glazed doughnuts on Monday.” She managed to say as she continued to laugh, “me and Spencer? Hilarious!”

After watching her enter the venue, she waited before following suit. The whole scene seemed bizarre at best. Her confrontation had backfired and now she was back to square one on that front. On the bright side, she would be getting her chocolate glazed doughnuts so not everything was lost.

After two more hours, the venue was completely empty. Though they didn't have to go into the office the next day as she had told her mother, they all were more than happy to sleep early when given the opportunity. She had stayed behind to clean up some of the areas, hoping to make it easier for the cleaning crew the next morning.

"Do you need help with that?"

She jumped at the voice. "Jesus! What is it with you people and trying to give me a heart attack?" She said to the brunette.

"Sorry, I just wanted to help."

"Shouldn't you be heading home?"

"That's the thing, JJ and Will got a call from the nanny and they had to go. I was in the restroom, so I didn't know and they, well they left me behind." He looked really embarrassed by the situation.

Don't do it, she told herself. Don't say the words that you're thinking, she urged. "I can give you a ride home." She said despite her best efforts.

"Thank you."

"Yeah, no problem."

She turned back to her duty and the silence that engulfed them was so awkward she almost backed out from giving him a ride home.

"What did I do?"

"Excuse me?"

"I'm a profiler, you know? And I'd like to think I'm good at my job. I know you're mad at me, I just wish I knew why."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Please, I can't keep going on like this. I miss you, I miss spending time together, joking around, and just being us. I really miss it and I will do anything so we can go back to being friends."

"Dr. Reid, six months ago we weren't even friends." She pointed out.

"But four days ago we were."

"Are you sleeping with JJ?" She blurted out before she processed the words.

His face went from confusion to amusement and soon he was laughing his ass off. Great, now both of them had laughed at her.

"Me and JJ? You do know she's married, right?" He said between laughs.

"Not everyone that gets married is faithful."

"You're mad at me because you thought JJ was cheating on Will with me? Why would you even think that?"

"I saw you two at the office the other day."

"JJ asked me to be the godfather of her second child. She's pregnant. And no, it's not mine." His smile grew wider as the laughter stopped as if knowing she thought he was cheating was the best news he could receive.

"Oh." She mumbled, everything making sense. JJ’s reaction, the whole signing, and laughing. The idea seemed so foreign to both of them she couldn’t help but feel like an idiot for thinking it to be a possibility. She wanted to hide under a rock and never come out again. How could she possibly think that the two of them would do such a thing? Now that she had all the pieces the idea seemed so far-fetched she couldn't even understand what led her down that path. "I-I'm sorry, I interpreted everything wrong."

"I'm glad you did though." He said, placing his hand on her shoulder. "It gave me a really important insight."

"About what?"

"I need to tell you something." He said, and his other hand moved a strand of hair behind her ear. She couldn't help but think this was all too similar to a movie and how horrible that was, and yet how much she wished she was part of a movie in that precise moment. A part of her already knew where this was going and she felt all bubbly inside at the notion. "I like you."

"I like you too Spencer. You're my best friend." She spoke, completely shattering her internalized movie.

"No, I like you romantically. If it was up to me that kiss would have not been as short nor as innocent as it was."

"Why are you being a dumbass?" She said as she pushed his hands off her shoulders. "Quit playing, let's get you home."

He shook his head, slightly annoyed by how dense she was. "Will you please stop for a minute? I am trying to tell you about my feelings for you because I have been hiding them for days and every time I see you I want to kiss you and hold your hand. When I saw Luke and you, first I thought he was kind of hot, but then I saw him as a threat, and I was dying to punch him in the face. Because I want to be more than your best friend. I've probably wanted to be more than your friend for a really long time, but it took Emily barging into my hotel room and scaring Derek into the cafeteria for me to realize it and now I know that you must feel something for me, otherwise why on earth would you get so upset about the idea of JJ and I having an affair?  So, can you please put the pieces together and come here so we can make out in the middle of a salon on my birthday like I dreamt last night?"

"You're joking, right?" She said, her heartbeat speeding up, half of her body wanting to run and the other half wanting to do exactly what Spencer had suggested. Well, it was more of an eighty percent for staying and twenty percent for running.

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"You actually like me?"

"Yes! And I'm pretty sure you like me."

"I mean, sure, you're funny and a great friend. Not to mention cute, well I guess we have to be honest here, you're hot, like really hot, but just because I see that doesn't mean I like you, does it?"

"Do you want to kiss me right now?"

"Yes! Wait, no! I mean yes! I-"

"Let me help you out a little with that." Before she could ask how Spencer had already shortened the distance between them, placing his lips on her. This was the first time they had kissed without an audience, or as a part of their fake relationship. To prove how real this was, Spencer didn't hold back. First, his hands were on her cheeks, but they slowly moved to her hair, hips, and pretty much anywhere he could find. Hers never left his hair, appreciating how soft it actually was and the fact that despite his immense love of his hair and that he despised people touching it, not once had he complained.

She thought back on her conversations with Emily, on how Reid always made her feel safe. Sitting on a couch with her head resting on his shoulder had felt so right, and the idea of losing him to JJ had made her spiral. She knew that Will's feelings were not going to be the only ones hurt if it had been true. She wanted him.

She liked him.

It was so ridiculously obvious that she had to laugh. One would think metaphorically, but since she can't ever have a good moment without ruining it, her body decided to actually laugh, interrupting what had become a heated make-out session. As she tried to stop her laughter, he looked at her, confused.

"That bad?"

"What?" She said between laughter, "no! It's not that, it's just that I am so dumb. How did I not see that I like you so fucking much?" She continued, her laugh subsiding. "Spencer Reid, will you be my real boyfriend?"

"This has to be the best birthday present ever." He smiled, “but I don’t know if I am convinced by this offer."

"How about I second it by offering a make-out session in my car, and instead of driving you to your apartment, you can stay with me tonight?"

"Yes, please!"

“Is that a deal then?”

“How could I ever say no to you.”

After what seemed like a lifetime, but also a blink of an eye, they had made their way to her apartment. His shirt was wrinkled, and both their lips were read as can be. The small hickeys that he had graciously given her were now on full display as her neck was left exposed. She opened the door and he stepped inside after her, making sure to close and lock the entrance.

“Before we go any further, I need to ask.”

“No, Spencer, I am not a virgin.” She responded with a smile.

“That’s not what I was going to ask.” She observed him, encouraging him to continue. “Are you seriously thinking of leaving the BAU to go work with that jerk?”

“First off, he’s not a jerk. You don’t need to be jealous; Luke and I are just friends. And secondly, I turned down the offer as soon as he presented it to me. I was just giving you all a hard time.”

He frowned, clearly not as amused by that knowledge as she was. “There is something you should know.”

“What is it?” Her smile faded as his expression turned to a serious and concerned one.

“I sleep on the right side of the bed.”

“But you said-“

“I know what I said, I simply didn’t want you to feel bad, so I took the left side.”

“Spencer…” They almost fell as she crashed her lips to his. For others, this simple gesture might seem like nothing but knowing he would do something just to accommodate her was somehow so amazing and heartwarming. This knowledge summed by her newfound feelings were giving her the urge to pull him to her bedroom right then and there, but sadly for her, there were still certain things that needed to be addressed. “Before I undress you, and trust me I am dying to do that, I need to request something from you.”

“Anything.”

“Stop wearing tight pants to work.”

“Excuse me?”

“You have a very nice ass, I have noticed. And recently you have decided to use dress pants that don’t let me forget about this knowledge. We need to keep our relationship secret, at least for the time being, and watching you in those pants is not gonna help me, at all.”

“On one condition.”

“Yes?”

“You need to stop wearing blue.”

“But it’s my favorite color!”

“I know, and you look really good in it, like really good. It’s not good for me.” He planted a soft kiss on her neck, and that alone would have made her agreed to pretty much anything he asked.

“Okay, yes.”

“Good, now can we please get to business.”

“Never call us having sex business again.”

“Noted, as long as this isn’t the only time we have sex.”

“As if.”

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Defenders of the Flame (TE Rewrite) Act 3, Scene 3 - "That Distance Between Us"

Title: Defenders of the Flame (A CIU Screenplay)

Main Pairings: Shreya x F!MC, Beckett x F!Atlas

Other Pairings: N/A

Genre: Full Rewrite (The Elementalists, Book 1)

Rating: PG-13 for violence, blood, swearing, alcohol, and sexuality

Summary: Fiora struggles with feelings of inadequacy after a Defenders training session.

Previous Scene: Back in Session

Masterlist: Link

EXT. PCSA SECONDARY QUAD - TRAINING GROUND - NIGHT

Late one night, the Defenders of the Flame have all assembled on Penderghast’s secondary quad, which they have reserved for the night. Lucia and Arvan watch over the new inductees as they practice their Combat Forms... or, in Fiora’s case, still practice Stoicheal Gather.

FIORA (to herself): I... no... this is... wait...

Fiora concentrates, but to no avail as she fails to materialize anything more than a few small wisps of energy. Meanwhile, the others continue working on their own tasks.

ARVAN: Everyone, focus! Hold tight to your foundation!

Several successive thunderclaps are heard as Shreya and the third-year inductees all pull off a perfect Stoicheal Gather. Shreya stands charged with energy, her skin glowing a bright orange.

LUCIA: Well done! Now for the Form itself... just like we’ve practiced!

From his stance with his arms crossed in front of him, Zannagan uncrosses his arms and sweeps them over his head and out to his sides... but aside from a momentary flare of fire around his body, nothing happens. A second later, he shudders and stretches his arms out above his head, launching a gigantic fireball into the sky!

LUCIA: Okay, Zannagan, try again--

Before she can say anything more, Shreya performs a similar maneuver. This time, however, the stoicheal energy illuminating her skin starts to glow brighter, brighter... just as she uncrosses her arms, it illuminates until it lights up the entire room, blinding everyone. And then:

FIORA (shocked): What the hell?!

LUCIA (ecstatic): You did it, Shreya!

ARVAN: Nice job!

A massive dragon, its scales the color of Shreya’s hair, floats in the skies above the training ground, flapping its wings to stay afloat. The dragon looks down at the others curiously, then starts to panic. Arvan makes a few quick hand gestures, then speaks, his voice amplified.

ARVAN: Shreya! Well done! Now, just like we practiced: focus and revert to your human self!

For a few seconds, nothing happens.

FIORA (terrified): She... she’s not stuck like that, is she?

LUCIA: Nah. Give her a second--

The dragon abruptly turns into a puff of smoke, then vanishes. Everyone starts coughing from the cloud of smoke now surrounding them.

FIORA (coughing): Ack! ...Shreya?

The smoke clears, and then:

SHREYA: Fiora! Holy Source, did you see that?! I did it! I pulled off a Combat Form! I--

Shreya lifts Fiora and spins her around, and Fiora kisses her, cutting off her words. After a moment (and an irritated cough from Arvan), Shreya seems to remember where she is, and abruptly sets Fiora down and takes a step back.

SHREYA: Mon dieu! That power... I had no idea Combat Form was that... that...

LUCIA: ...Intense? Yeah. It’s a rush.

ZANNAGAN: Nice job!

RHIIA: Impressive. Was it hard to come back to normal?

SHREYA: Not particularly. I kept my foundation point in mind at all times, and when I heard Arvan’s voice, I just thought about turning back to human. And it worked!

MICHAE: That was super cool! Do all Attuned turn into dragons like that, or does it depend on the person?

ARVAN: Combat Form varies by Attunement. Fire-Atts all get huge dragons. Air-Atts get gryphons the size of buildings, Water-Atts get giant sea serpents... etc.

MICHAE: Whoa. You might’ve mentioned the “dragon” part of Combat Form before now!

ARVAN (shrugs): Some things are more fun to find out for yourself. Besides, I love seeing new inductees’ reaction to it once they pull it off!

RHIIA: Shreya, that was amazing. You’ll have to teach us how to do it next!

SHREYA: I’d be happy to!

As Shreya rejoins the other inductees, Fiora looks in her direction wistfully. A hint of jealousy darkens her expression for a brief moment, then she stares down at her hands and slumps to her knees. The others continue practicing...

* * *

Some time later, practice is winding down to a close. The other inductees are all out of breath; none of them save Shreya have managed to perform a Combat Form. Arvan and Lucia exchange a glance, then start walking back toward the main quad.

LUCIA: Nicely done. Especially you, Shreya! Let’s call it a night for now. We’ll meet again next week, same time and place, okay?

ARVAN: Don’t forget to keep practicing your Gathers in the meantime! Just avoid working on Combat Form unsupervised. The last thing anyone wants is a feral dragon flying around Penderghast.

He laughs and continues walking. The third-years all retrieve their belongings and follow Arvan and Lucia; soon, Shreya and Fiora are alone on the secondary quad. Shreya approaches Fiora and takes a seat on the grass next to her.

SHREYA: ...Everything okay?

FIORA: Yes... no. Maybe. I don’t know.

SHREYA: What’s wrong? If it’s about the kiss, I do apologize; I’d quite honestly forgotten we were in public. I never meant to embarrass you--

FIORA: It’s not that! It’s just... (sighs) I’m really happy for you, Shreya. So glad you’re doing great with the Combat Form. Seriously! It was a little shocking seeing you turn into a dragon out of nowhere, but also... really cool.

SHREYA: Ah. I think I understand. It’s because you’re struggling with this, while I’ve already managed to achieve a Combat Form today?

FIORA: It’s not just that, Shreya. Forget Combat Form. I still can’t even pull off Stoicheal Gather.

She demonstrates that fact by getting into her stance. After a minute or so of trying, a single, pathetic wisp of fire stoichi flows lazily around her head, before falling to the floor and fizzling out uselessly. Fiora opens her eyes and shakes her head, gesturing around her.

FIORA: See? I don’t get it. I’m supposed to be this fancy, special Light-Att or whatever... and I can’t even manage that.

Shreya snaps her fingers as a sudden realization occurs to her.

SHREYA: Aha! So that’s what this has all been about. I’ve noticed that distance between us lately. Then... it’s not to do with me?

FIORA (shocked): What? No, of course not! Shreya, kissing you and getting to be your girlfriend was the best birthday gift I’ve ever gotten! You’re honestly about the only good thing in my life right now.

SHREYA: Don’t let Atlas hear you say that.

Fiora laughs weakly.

FIORA: Shreya...

Her voice trails off, and the two of them look at each other in silence. Shreya takes Fiora’s hand and squeezes it tightly. After a brief moment, Fiora takes a deep breath and tells her:

FIORA: It’s the foundation point. I don't have one! All this time, I’ve just been going along with whoever was around: my friends back at Hartfeld, then here with the Pend Pals, then Atlas... and now I feel like I’m doing the same thing with you. Without someone to follow, I have no idea who I am!

Shreya smiles gently and pecks Fiora on the cheek.

SHREYA: I’d be lying if I told you I hadn’t noticed that tendency of yours. But to be quite honest, I think you’re underestimating yourself. Fiora, you are your own person. You simply need to see yourself the way I see you.

FIORA: You’re right. I know you are. It’s... easier said than done, though.

SHREYA: That’s perfectly alright. We’ll figure this problem out together. Okay?

FIORA: ...Okay.

SHREYA: Besides, you know the next step for the Defenders after Combat Form will be training for Light-Attunement. And that is certainly something where you will need to help me!

Fiora laughs and hugs Shreya tightly.

FIORA: I never even thought of that! You’re right... I’ll figure this out, and then I’ll help you with that one when it comes!

SHREYA: Exactly. Shreya and Fiora. We’re a team!

They exchange a heartfelt kiss under the moonlight... when suddenly:

ATLAS (coughs): Um. Hi...

FIORA: Oh! Atlas! We were just--uh--

SHREYA: ...Busy.

ATLAS: I can see that! But maybe don’t stay out this late without telling us? Especially with Raife’s shadow monsters liable to attack at any moment?

FIORA: Right. Sorry...

ATLAS: No worries. Just don’t forget: Dr. Swan’s still missing, and we have no idea what Raife’s been up to since he escaped the Between when the breach happened. We can’t be too careful.

SHREYA (blushing): Of course. Right.

ATLAS: ...If it’s any consolation, Fiora, Beckett’s having trouble with his Combat Form too.

FIORA: What--wait--how much of that conversation were you listening to?

ATLAS (shrugs): Enough of it. For the record, Shreya is not the “only” good part of your life right now. Just saying.

Atlas strides past them, toward the main campus. Fiora and Shreya exchange an awkward glance, then follow her back to Fletchly Hall...

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Notes: And at long last, we see a Combat Form! People who manipulate fire and can also turn into dragons... where have Choices fans seen THAT concept before?

Worldbuilding: It didn't get mentioned directly, but people going feral while in Combat Forms is, in this universe, where legends of dragons, gryphons, sea monsters, etc. came from among the Tuneless. Back in the day, feral Combat Forms were much more common.

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Next: The Approaching Storm

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SHANIE’S CREATION MASTERLIST!!!

Updated 5/17/2023

Master list of all the fanworks I have out there!

NOTE: “The Happiest Luchador on Earth” is tagged as ‘steenerico disney fic’ in case anyone is looking for it, otherwise, it can be found HERE.

Music Videos

Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency - Don’t Stop Me Now   

Wrestling: Zowens - Open Arms 

Wrestling: Sami/Generico & Kevin - You Grew On Me

M*A*S*H: Weathered

Xena: Warrior Princess: Xena, Gabrielle, and Joxer - I Need A Hero (Video Vixen Remake)

WWE: Shane McMahon - Feet On The Ground

WWE: Shane McMahon - Kings

WWE: Shane McMahon - I Am The Fire

WWE: Shane McMahon - Written In The Stars

WWE: Shane McMahon - You’re Gonna Go Far Kid

Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Dark Willow - Down With The Sickness

Buffy: “Superstar” (Episode Tribute Vid) - The Real Adventure of Johnny Quest

How I Met Your Mother: What’s My Age Again?

Doctor Who: The Pond Family - Elevation

Doctor Who: The Pond Family - Who Wants To Live Forever

     Fanfiction

     How I Met Your Mother: Six

Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog: Apologies

WWE: The Death of a Fangirl (and the Birth of a Friend) [Dream Fic]

WWE: A One Fangirl Army [Dream Fic]

WWE: To Earthquakes, Lovers, and Newfound Friends [Dream Fic] (Zowens)

WWE: Finding Paradise (Zowens)

WWE: Vanished with the Dawn [Dream Fic] [Part 1 of Into the Horizon]

WWE: In The Heat of the Day [Dream Fic] [Part 2 of Into the Horizon] - WIP

WWE: Depression, Dissociation, and ‘Mania (Zowens)

WWE: Stay (Zowens)

WWE: The Sunshine and The Rain (Zowens - Poem)

WWE AU: A Sacred Place (Zowens w/ OC) [Dream Fic] - WIP

WWE: Sami Wasn’t Wrong (Zowens Endgame Sami/Jey fic) [Posted to Blog]

Ring of Honor: The Happiest Luchador On Earth (Steenerico Disney Fic) - WIP

WWE/Ring of Honor: Siempre te Amaré (I Will Always Love You) (Steeenerico/Zowens)

Fanfic Sagas/Series

WWE: Saved (Zowens) [Now Completed!]

How To Thaw A Heart (Rated T)

Like A Clock Shattered (Rated M)

The Fire in Their Veins (Rated E - Restricted)

Bonne Nuit, Mon Ange (Rated T)

To Dream A Better Dream (Rated M)

Far Greater Than Gold (Rated T)

WWE: He Used To Be Mine (Zowens)

Part 1: To Bring Back The Fire In His Eyes

Part 2: He Is Broken And Won’t Ask For Help

Part 3: He Is Lonely Most Of The Time

Part 4: And Makes Him Believe It’s All True

Part 5: Sometimes Life Just Slips In Through A Back Door

Part 6: I Would Give It All Back

Part 9: Most Days, I Don’t Recognize Me

Part 10: He Is Gone (But He Used To Be Mine)

Part 12: I Still Remember That Boy 

Part 14: He Gets Hurt (But He Learns How To Toughen Up)

Part 15: I Was Always Attention’s Sweet Center

Part 16: It’s Not Easy To Know

(Unwritten parts, may or may not ever be written)

Part 7: For A Chance To Start Over

Part 8: He Is Good, But He Lies

Part 11: These Lines And Imperfections

Part 13: I’m Not Anything Like I Used To Be

Part 17: A Man Who Can’t Love

Part 18: He Is Hard On Himself

Part 19: He Is Messy But He’s Kind

Part 20: Rewrite An Ending Or Two

Doctor Who/WWE: Journey’s Beginning [Crossover Dream Fic]

Doctor Who: Magickally Different [Dream Fic]

     Original Fiction

     “The Rain Can’t Hurt You Now” [Dream Fic]

     Artwork

     Search for it under tag “Shanie’s Artwork” (I’m not listing it here)

If you’re looking for my custom figures, search under the tag “Shanie’s Custom Figures”

     I think that about covers it. I’ll list more as I make it but, for now, that’s what I got!

[seriefic]

Loneliness is over - Oscar Diaz

Pairing: Oscar x Reader

Summary: (YN) takes care of Cesar and that triggers a series of events

Tags:  a little fluff , a lot of angst 

Warnings: some blood, some violence

A/N:  I don´t know what is this, i was feeling sad so this is what came out, i hope you enjoy(? it, English isn´t my first language,

Part 2 

-Oh shit, you scared me -you said when you saw the figure in your window, you opened it and made the boy enter quickly, before someone saw him.

-I'm sorry for coming this late but I couldn't stay at Ruby's house anymore.

-And where are you going to stay? -You said taking out the dinner you had prepared for the boy, Cesar shrugged and started eating while you were looking at him from across the table, while drinking a tea.

-You will stay here then-before he could answer you had already got up and were closing the door and the windows with a lock-It´s not a question, if you stay on the street they can kill you, nobody will look for you here, not at least in a few days.

-Oscar will be angry when he finds out.

-I don't care, you are a kid, they want to kill you, throwing you into the street has been too much, even for him.

Cesar said nothing and continued eating while you continued with your tea in silence, the boy seemed not to have eaten in days and it was clear that he had not slept either, so you got up and prepared your brother's room, you had not touched anything at all, you just went in to clean, ventilate the room and left, that was the routine, everything had remained the same for years,even the broken part of the door where your brother had kicked years ago... but it was time to change something, you undid the bed and changed the sheets so Cesar could sleep there,  you didn't think about it too much and tried to not to look around you , opened the closet and took out a T-shirt and sports pants for the boy to change.

-You will sleep here-you said giving him the clothes and pushing him into the bathroom-Take a shower before going to sleep.

Cesar rolled his eyes because you were treating him like a child but he thanked you before closing the door.

You went into your own room to put on pajamas, shorts and a tank top, because the last few days it was too hot, your plan was to stay awake a while longer reading, but that plan was ruined when you heard that someone was calling the door.

As soon as you left the room Cesar was also there, hesitating about what to do and looking at you with a worried expression, you went to the door and looked through the peephole.

-Go to your room- you whispered - and don't go out.

The boy obeyed and before the door was banged again he was already inside the room.

-It's 1 AM, I hope you have some good reason to be here-you said crossing your arms under the door in front of Oscar, he ignored you and entered the house, sitting on the sofa.

-Can't I visit a friend?

- Friends visit each other at normal hours

-Yeah but .... have you had a date? -He said looking at the plate on the table.

-No, it's my dinner.

-You hate tomato -he said looking at the plate that clearly had tomato remains- if you have had a date that's fine, you can tell me, I would like to meet your boyfriend, i´m not going to scare him, te lo juro -he said lying on the sofa and watching you pick up the plate to put it on the sink, you stood there leaning for a few minutes and turned to see how a cigarette was lit.

It hurt that the thought of you with another man did not bother him a bit, there was no jealousy, because of course he didn´t see you like that, but you did and with each passing day it was more difficult to continue being just a friend, watching how all the women in the world passed in front of you, you were convinced that even if you were on a desert island with no one else, Oscar would find some other option as long as you continued to be "just a friend"

-Why did you came Oscar? -You said sitting next to him and taking the cigar , for you, while he put his arm around your shoulder.

-The house is empty - you didn't need to hear anything else, you knew how he felt, so you just gave him back the cigarette and hugged him, while he stroked your hair and your arm while he finished smoking, you longed for that so much, you loved Oscar with all your soul and heart, you wanted to be like this with him every day, as a couple, a lover and that was never going to happen.

-I miss Karina- he confessed, taking his hand away from you for a few seconds and then coming back with the caresses, you didn´t move but you tensed, Karina was his ex-girlfriend, the girl was his girlfriend for two years, before he entered Prison, after that she went to New York -Having a partner to get home to, thinking about starting a family, a future, I miss that.

You didn´t know when you had started to cry but your face was soaked and tears did not stop flowing from your eyes, you couldn´ t speak either because you were sure that if you opened your mouth only sobs would come out, although all attempts to hide the crying were in vain , because Oscar touched your face and noticed the tears.

-It´s everything all right?-He asked sitting up straight on the sofa and separating from you, to be able to see your face, you denied and let out the crying, he hugged you and tried to calm you, not knowing that you were crying for him.

-Can you sleep with me tonight? -Oscar nodded and left a kiss on your forehead.

Oscar walked around your room while you got comfortable in bed, looking at all the things that adorned the walls and shelves

-Why do you keep having this? -He said looking at a necklace that he had given you in your quinceañera, it was made of plastic and had a cross and your name next to a small ghost, a ghost that was supposed to represent him.

-It's cute, am I supposed to get rid of my birthday gifts?-You said getting up and taking it off to put it on.

- It is not that, but it is very small, I mean, in your quiceañera they gave you better things, this is childish.

-I look bad? -You said posing with the necklace while sitting on the bed and Oscar smiled, lying on the side facing the window, with his arms under his head -I think I'm going to use it again -you said laying and using his chest as pillow

You´ve slept together like that more than once, but that night you hugged him more than ever and he let you do it.

His loving caresses never stopped, your hair, your arms, your back, your face...and you liked to go over his tattoos,like if you were drawing them, most people considered them vulgar but you thought they had charm, between caresses you both fell asleep without saying a word.

The next morning you woke up alone, hearing screams in the living room and it was at that moment that everything began to fall apart.

-Oscar stop - you yelled, pulling him away from Cesar to stop him from pushing the boy.

-When I told you to leave the Santos, that included people related to us.

-I told him to stay-you shouted at him to attract his attention-he didn´t want to but he had no other option-you tried to reason with the man but he looked at you as if you had committed the greatest betrayal.

-I'm sorry, it's fine, I'll leave and I won't come back here-Cesar looked at you with regret and took the bag with his things.

-You can't keep treating him like that Oscar, if they kill him you won't forgive yourself.

-If Cesar dies it will be his fault, because he did something stupid, like your brother, protecting him served nothing more than to lengthen his death and your mother´s-he spat those words in your face and you had enough, you didn´t answer, you only walked to the door and  opened it.

-Get out of my house please-You said looking down, you didn't want to see the man you were in love saying those things.

-It's the truth, you didn't listen to anyone, you decided to protect him and that killed your family and now you´re using people to not to feel alone and not feel guilt, Cesar is not your brother,stop with the fantasies.

His words stuck like knives in the chest and you didn´t understand why he was being so cruel, Cesar, who was watching you, feeling guilty for the situation, decided to go out, not stay to see the discussion that his presence had caused, but he remained in the front garden waiting to make sure that didn't end badly.

-Go away,- you repeated to Oscar- All the bullshit you have done with the excuse of protecting your brother and you have thrown him into the street at the slightest opportunity, at least I tried.

- (YN) - he screamed your name- You didn't try, you signed your mother's death warrant-Those words were the last thing you heard before you saw it all red, you pushed Oscar out into the street and slapped him across the face and chest.

-Go and never come back, I can't believe I was in love with a bastard like you, don't come near me ever again -your screams could being heard  all over the neighborhood, you couldn't see Oscar's expression well because your eyes were blurred , your body shaked with rage and pain, you felt how he grabbed you by the arms, trying to apologize because he had just realized everything that had just come out of his mouth, but you let go and walked back home. 

Before you could get to the door, you heard a noise, a shot, you weren't sure because your ears were ringing and suddenly you felt a pain in your chest and the voices of Cesar and Oscar were at your side, while you fell to the ground, familiar hands and arms held you, even when you still didn´t see well, you knew it was Oscar, who was holding and caressing you trying to calm you like the night before, of course you would recognize his caresses, even in that situation, in which you just realized that you had been shot.

You laughed, because after all, Oscar was right- You were right-you let out a whisper-you were right after all.

-No, no, no, no,-he repeated over and over again as he held you in his arms, waiting for the ambulance to arrive, "it's okay, breathe and be fine, i wasn't right, it's a lie, nothing I've said is right, you're going to recover and....

-Don't worry-the voice came out faltering-It´s okay if I die, at least the loneliness is over.

Oscar hugged you and you smiled at him, you felt like you were fading more and more and you started to close your eyes- Don´t fucking say that, you have always had me, please, open your eyes and look at me, (YN) (YN) Please, I love you.

He had always been the one to get you out of your loneliness, from the first day of high school, when he appeared running and started screaming to wait for him to get to class together, despite having gone to the same school you had never spoken, but that day changed everything.

At lunch he always ate your tomato because you didn´t like it and you ate his onion , when he had no girlfriend or girl, you went to the dances together, when he started skipping classes to be a full time Santo, you went to his house, without your mother knowing it, to update him on everything while he experimented his culinary recipes, when he started dating Karina, you started dating a boy named Carlos, it was Oscar who comforted you , after your breakup, when your mother and brother died, he stayed with you for a week and when Karina broke up with him on the phone when he entered prison, you went to see him to cheer him up and you sent him all his favorite sweets, when he got out of prison you went to the beach together and you were there all day, enjoying your mutual company and his freedom.

Of course you had always had him and he had always had you, until that moment. The last thing you did was smile at his words and your memories, you caressed his face one last time, it was wet, wet with real tears and suddenly you felt like all the air that was left in your lungs was fading and you could only close your eyes to see it all black, it was over, over in Oscar´s arms.

He pressed your lips leaving a kiss and that was the last thing you could feel.

[oliveiraveiro]

find an escape

part 2 of 3 of The Weekend

Open Heart, Rafael x F!MC

series summary: Casey and Rafael try to face their respective feelings and be honest about them to each other. With Sora in the picture, what can happen in short three days? What will happen after?

chapter summary: Casey and Rafael are definitely not dating.

tags/warning: pining, eventual happy ending, fluff, rafael x sora, emotional cheating

word count: 2043 / ao3 link / part 1 / part 3

Saturday night.

“She’s right, you know. Our situation isn’t exactly the prettiest.” Casey glances at Rafael.

They were now seated at a bench outside the hospital, Casey toughing out the cold air because the alternative is taking Rafael’s jacket.

Having his scent that intimately close to her when his girlfriend is already mad at them, she knew that was the last thing they needed. But even at a distance she smells his cologne and aftershave, and it was so familiar that too many memories flood her mind all at once.

“We’re friends. What’s not pretty about that?” Rafael interrupts her thoughts about needing to be strong to not give in and end up embracing him.

“Exes shouldn’t be friends, Rafael.” Casey sighs. “At the end of relationships people should be resenting each other. If not…” she trails off, looking away, embarrassed.

“If not…?” Rafael urges after a moment, only looking at her more intently.

“If not, then they haven’t moved on. Or…doesn’t want to.” She continues, only looking ahead, letting out another breath.

A beat passes, both of them silent. “You- you really think that?” Rafael asks after another moment and he bites on his bottom lip.

“I do, Raf. Because…I haven’t moved on from you. And I don’t want to because I want to keep you in my life.” She finally meets his gaze, smiling a little, but evidently serious. “What’s your excuse?”

“Like I said before, Casey, I still care about you--”

“I know, Raf. But you can’t, not anymore. Even more now that your girlfriend is obviously unhappy about it.” She interrupts.

“Are you saying we shouldn’t be friends anymore?” he asks, frowning and already looking sad.

“I’m just saying… maybe that’s for the best. This whole ordeal tonight, Sora kissing you like that in front of everyone… she means no harm. She did it only because she doesn’t want to make you choose between her and a friend, and with jealousy and alcohol mixed together… Well, it’s probably the only way that made sense to make sure I remember you’re hers.”

“You don’t have to defend her, Casey. It was inappropriate, and I… I’m sorry that she was disrespectful. I- we weren’t… doing anything wrong.”

“Weren’t we?” she looks over at him again. “Because my heart still skips a beat whenever you smile at me. Maybe that’s too obvious than I thought.”

Indeed, there are a plenty of times Rafael catches Casey blushing at something he says. But does that mean anything? Because he knows his eyes light up whenever he sees her beautiful smile or she says something funny, and he smiles too wide his cheeks hurt whenever she talks so passionately about something. Or…basically about anything, really. Do those mean anything?

Slowly, it dawns on him, and he starts to feel a sense of impending danger in his stomach. He used to think confronting Casey is the thing he is scared of the most, but confronting his feelings about Casey? Running into a burning building is easier than this.

“Listen… Sora’s been waiting for you for a while now. And I should get back inside soon.” Casey finally gets up, wrapping her arms around herself. “I still care about you too, Raf, but that includes me not being in the way of your relationship. We don’t-” her voice breaks. “We don’t have to avoid each other, but I don’t think we should be too comfortable spending time together either. It’s… for the best.”

I’d say you’re convincing me and not yourself, but I know better. Rafael takes a long shaky breath, standing up after her. “You’re saying…”

“I’m letting you go.” There is no mistaking Casey’s shining eyes. She does her best to blink back the tears, to no avail.

Rafael quickly moves to pull her into a tight hug, and Casey only tears up more at his warm embrace. She hugs him back as tightly, making the moment last. His scent, the feel of his body against her, the way he absentmindedly rubs her shoulder with his thumb: it all intoxicated her. If only she can stay in his arms like this forever.

“It’s my turn to talk. I’m not letting you, Casey. You’re right about a lot of things, and I have just as plenty to apologize and make up for, but this is not where we’ll end. Not when we broke up a few months ago, and not tonight.” He finally says after a long minute.

She starts to pull away, shaking her head. “Please don’t make this harder--”

“Trust me, Casey.” Rafael meets her eyes with pure determination that she does not dare insist otherwise. They can talk again, someday. Soon, hopefully. Tonight is already a real breakthrough, she doesn’t need to push it more.

“Okay, Raf. I trust you.” Casey need not to lie, and she smiles as Rafael smiles at her, her heart doing the familiar skipping.

He leans in close, pressing a soft, tender kiss to her forehead. Casey can only smile more and close her eyes, letting herself forget everything for a moment and focus on Rafael’s soft lips and his somehow warm hands holding her face. She takes more than a moment in his arms again, but it still feels too short as she starts to pull away.

She puts up a brave face. “Go get your girl.”

He takes her hand, affectionately kissing her knuckles. I will, Rafael thinks only to himself.

Sunday morning.

Casey is usually high-spirited during Sundays. At this day of the week she already had fun, and she will only spend the day to get more rest and relaxation. It is the perfect day to get her mind back to work so she is ready to face new cases and patients.

This particular Sunday, however, all her thoughts as she drank her coffee are about Rafael. This somehow feels worse than their breakup, because there is no staying friends anymore. No more spending time with him, no more stealing glances at his beautiful face, no more giggling to herself at something he says that is not even that funny.

Halfway through her drink Casey hears the doorbell. She peeks at the living room, but her roommates are not there anymore. She could swear she already saw Jackie and Aurora reading on the couch. She gets up from the dining chair, heading to the door.

She expected to see Bryce behind it. It might also be Phoebe, or Danny, or maybe even Farley. But it was someone she did not expect at all: the subject of her woes, none other than Rafael.

“Raf? What are you doing here?” Casey asks, noting the bouquet of flowers he was holding.

“Getting my girl.” Rafael gives her a smile. “Uh- trying, at least. I know we still have plenty to talk about.”

Casey can only let out a soft laugh with all the thoughts she was just having. She knows it can only mean that he and Sora broke up, and while he is very welcome right now she also knows nothing about this will be easy. But she’ll be damned if she lets him go one more time.

“Come in, Raf.”

Sunday evening.

Dinner.

They both agreed that they were going to take things slow. So this is not a date, just a simple dinner, Casey reminds herself despite their holding hands.

She is looking down at her hand intertwined with Rafael’s, while he is not letting his eyes leave her face. At the moment he is just staring at her forehead, but he does not want to stop looking at her beauty, as if she will disappear if he does.

“It’s a little funny, isn’t it? You took me here on our first date but we’re also here on our first not-date.” Casey finally meets Rafael’s eyes again, and the excitement in them as their gazes meet is now hard to miss now that she is not just stealing a glance. She almost giggles at how attentive he is being, cheeks flushing yet again at his intense stare.

“Hold on… wasn’t our first date in a helicopter?” Rafael asks after a few seconds of being lost in Casey’s eyes.

“Well…no. Not the official one. You were on the job, and I was too, technically.” Casey reasons.

“Not the official--” He trails off and gapes in dramatic disbelief. “You think I bring just any doctor with me for a helicopter ride around town?”

Casey laughs softly. “That’s- okay, that’s a good point. I really appreciated knowing about your uncle and your love for the community in that quote-unquote date. But…I’ve always thought that our first dinner is much more special. You really went out of your way to cheer me up.”

“From the moment we met I’ve had this voice in my head telling me I had to do what I could to make you happy. I’m glad I listened and continued to.” Rafael smiles. “Until- well, you know.” He sighs softly, frowning a little.

“Hey,” she gives his hand a squeeze. “Sora was your first love; I understand that now. And it’s normal for everyone to have baggage from their exes, you know? What is weird, actually, is if you didn’t.” She grins, trying to keep it light, but his face still expressed guilt.

“It’s no excuse. Look at us now, I’ve only hurt you both.” He frowns deeper, but also takes her other hand in his. “I promise you, Casey, I’ll do everything to make it up to you. I know we still have to figure a lot of things out, but--” he swallows, taking a few moments to himself, gathering courage. “I love you, Casey. I know and I’m sorry it’s a little too late to realize that, but I do. I assure you I’ll do better by you.”

Casey can feel her chest tightening. This got very intense very quickly, and her feelings are getting the best of her. Just how often did she fantasize this exact moment? She worried for a second that maybe this is one of the many scenarios her brain came up with, but the warmth of Rafael’s hands around hers is all too real. His scent, his cologne, his shampoo. He’s here.

She cannot speak a word, nor think a thought; her mind overwhelmed because the man she thought she would never get to hold like this again is right in front of her, telling her that he loves her too. Not wasting any more time, she grabs his face and kisses him.

When Rafael broke up with Casey, she was not able to give him a final kiss. She barely remembers the last time they shared a passionate kiss, but she is absolutely certain right now that this kiss puts all their other kisses to shame. Yes, this second first kiss is even better and more exciting than the one they shared in a free fall from a thousand feet up in the air.

Their feelings poured into the kiss are obviously pained but there is also excitement and it is completely full of love. In short, perfectly intense. It feels…right, and Rafael is sure he will never again doubt staying by Casey’s side.

He pulls away, also holding her face with a hand, grinning as he caressed her cheek with his thumb. He has never felt this way about anyone in his life ever, even with Sora then and now. His mind keeps on repeating how absolutely sure he is about Casey.

Not knowing what his too-happy smile meant, Casey makes a small face. “I’m sorry, I know we said this wasn’t a date--”

Their mouths meet again in a kiss, this time Rafael initiates, and it is her turn to grin as they pulled away. “Okay, I’m still not sure if that means this was totally a date, but for the record, I love you, too.”

He smiles despite his heart skipping a beat. God, how crazy is he about her? It was almost embarrassing, but she loves him back. Despite everything, she loves him, and he loves her. That is the only thing that matters.

“I love you, Casey.” he repeats.

“And I love you, Rafael. So much.”

[shadedrose01]

Maybe There's a Reason (To Believe You'll Be Okay)

Relationships: Harley Keener & Tony Stark (platonic), Harley Keener/Peter Parker (at the end)

Summary: Harley has a crisis, and Tony helps him through it (with a hint of parkner at the end).

Tags: Remix, Parkner Remix Event, Even though its barely parkner whoops, Emails, Letters, Phone Calls & Telephones, Tony Stark Acting as Harley Keener's Parental Figure, Sexual Identity, Identity Issues, Coming Out, Kinda?, Sexuality, Gay Harley Keener, Crushes, Harley Keener Needs a Hug, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Acceptance, Self-Acceptance, Love, Parental Love, Tony Stark is Good With Kids, tony stark is a dad, why is that not a tag, Parkner is only at the end, for like a paragraph, Just so yall know :)

For the Parkner Discord Remix Event!!

A remix of @official-impravidus ' fic "Sincerely, Me" (which you can read here!)

This is longer, so ao3 link is here!

Hope you all enjoy! Love you lexie!!

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Wednesday, May 8, 2013, 1:24PM 

From: countryroadstakemehometotennessee@gmail.com

To: tes@starkindustries.com

Subject: Relationships and Mark V

I don't understand dating. Like, my friend Bryan started dating Rachel today, and that's fine, whatever, but I just don't get it. All they did was hold hands and kiss each other all day. Is that all a relationship is? What even is the point of it? I mean, I know humans are animals and our instincts give us our need to reproduce so we need to find a viable mate and all that stuff, but why do you need to always be together, and hold hands, and do all of that gross stuff too?

Either way, I finally got around to building a mark V for my potato gun! It's just a few upgrades up from the mark IV, for faster shots and farther range, but I think it'll be cool once it's done. 

I hope your day is going okay.

-Harley

 

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Wednesday, May 8, 2013, 10:43PM 

From: tes@starkindustries.com

To: countryroadstakemehometotennessee@gmail.com

Subject: Re: Relationships and Mark V

Relationships are complex, and complicated. Humans are born to reproduce, yes, but dating, and finding a partner is more than that. It's finding someone you're compatible with, who can be there at your best and at your worst, and a bunch of other deep seeded emotions that are hard to explain.

You don't need to worry about that now, though. You'll understand more when you're older, anyways, so I wouldn't worry about it.

My day has been good. More of a lazy day today, Pepper and I ordered some take out and watched movies in our pjs. I didn't have my phone on me per Peppers request, or I would have answered sooner.

As for the Mark V, the updates sound good. Keep me posted, kid.

  -The Mechanic

 

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Monday, September 8, 2014, 4:57PM 

From: countryroadstakemehometotennessee@gmail.com

To: tes@starkindustries.com

Subject: Middle School!!

I started middle school today!! And honestly? It wasn't as exciting as I thought it was gonna be. I knew that movies and tv shows oversell the wow factor of middle school and high school but I didn't think it'd be this dull. I'm still in the same class, with all the same classmates, and my classes are still crazy easy. I had hoped that the increase in grade would make it even a little bit harder, but I knew everything on the outline they gave out before the teachers even started teaching!! It's bonkers!

Apparently this middle school also has a STEM, or "gifted" kid program for kids like me though, so hopefully that'll be harder. I'm still gonna be so bored in my normal classes though. Ugh.

I have the STEM classes tomorrow, so I'll tell you how it goes. I know you've been stuck in those awful meetings lately, but I hope your day is going better than mine.

  -Harley

 

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Tuesday, September 9, 2014, 5:04PM

From: countryroadstakemehometotennessee@gmail.com

To: tes@starkindustries.com

Subject: STEM Program

I had my STEM class day today, and it went a lot better than yesterday did! My teachers are all super nice, especially my math teacher, Mr. Trevor. He immediately starting teaching today, which was awesome, because all of my other normal teachers had a Ice Breaker class first (which I hate, we all already know each other, why do we have to say our names and something about ourselves??), but he just went right into it, and started teaching us trigonometry. I haven't learned any of it before, and I'm super excited to dig into it and find out how it works. It's seeming pretty simple so far, just formulas and using calculators right.

The only bummer is the class I got put with. They all seemed to click and get along well together, but none of them really talked to me much. I don't mind though. I'm more focused on my education anyways.

Also! I saw that Captain America and Black Widow took down SHIELD's headquarters on the news. What was that about? Do you know?? Apparently they leaked files too or something???

I hope everything is okay.

  -Harley

 

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Friday, September 12, 2014, 10:27AM 

From: tes@starkindustries.com

To: countryroadstakemehometotennessee@gmail.com

Subject: Re: STEM Program

Hey kid. Sorry for the late response, things have been hectic here, as you probably know. It's been a PR nightmare, with the whole "Cap took SHIELD down" fiasco. I can't say more than that though. Legal things, NDAs, you know how it is.

I'm glad the STEM classes are testing your abilities more. I know the regular classes can be boring for someone of your intellect, but try to enjoy them while they last, okay? Soon you'll be an adult, and doing adult things, and trust me, it isn't as fun as they make it out to be in the movies either.

Don't worry about those kids too. Give it time, they'll come around.

  -The Mechanic

 

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Friday, September 26, 2014, 9:02PM

From: countryroadstakemehometotennessee@gmail.com

To: tes@starkindustries.com

Subject: Update?

Hi. Just emailed to give an update on me. Everything's been pretty normal, I guess. Abbie's loving elementary school, her teacher, Mrs. Millar, is really nice. I did my trig test today, and I think I did well. Mama's working late again tonight, but that's just normal at this point too.

Have you ever, I dunno. Felt like you were weird? Or strange, or broken? Like, all of your friends are one way, and doing some things, but you aren't, and everyone looks at you weird, and treats you differently?

I don't know. I don't know where I'm going with this. I just feel off tonight. Think I'm going to go to bed early.

I'm sorry.

  -Harley

 

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Friday, September 26, 2014, 9:48PM 

From: tes@starkindustries.com

To: countryroadstakemehometotennessee@gmail.com

Subject: Re: Update?

 

You don't need to apologize, kid. You did nothing wrong.

I used to feel like that, quite frequently if I'm being honest. When I first went to MIT, I felt weird. I stuck out like a sore thumb, and had people talk about me behind my back because of how young I was. But then I met Rhodey, and things got better.

And then Afghanistan happened. And the invasion. Let me tell you kid, I've never felt more broken and alone after that. I had panic attacks, as you know, but I also struggled with a lot of paranoia. Lack of sleeping or eating properly, mixed with trauma does that to you. I was a wreck, and I was so certain I couldn't be fixed. That I'd be like that forever.

And to an extent, I will be. I'll always struggle with it, but it's much, much better now than it used to be. I went to therapy, talking about my feelings, which sucked ass (don't tell your mom I said that), and learned mechanisms to help myself. Learned breathing techniques, practiced meditation, focused more on self care, and now I'm doing so much better.

So, moral of this long, way too personal story. You aren't broken, kid. Whatever is going on, whether it's similar to me or not (I hope not), it'll be okay. You will be okay. Things will work out. And don't worry about what other people think. Focus on yourself, and do what makes you happy, no matter what.

I'm always here if you need to talk, Harley. I might not be much help, or be very good at this whole hormonal preteen emotions thing yet, but I can try.

I'm glad things are going okay outside of that though. I'm glad your sister's settling in well, and I'm sure you aced your test. You're a smart kid.

Goodnight.

  -Tony

 

~~~

 

Tuesday, October 7th, 2014, 3:38PM

From: countryroadstakemehometotennessee@gmail.com

To: tes@starkindustries.com

Subject: Call

Hey, can we call? I know you're probably busy, and we don't normally do that but I'm kinda freaking out about something and I don't know who else to talk to. My number is (___)  ___-____

  -Harley

 

~~

 

Tuesday, October 7th, 2014, 3:41PM

From: countryroadstakemehometotennessee@gmail.com

To: tes@starkindustries.com

Subject: Re: Call

Nevermind, ignore that last email. I was being overdramatic, and stupid. I'm fine, everything is okay.

Sorry for bothering you.

  -Harley

 

---

 

He didn't expect anything from the emails. He assumed the older man would've read his last email, and shrugged it off, pretending the previous didn't exist like Harley longed for him too. As he said, he was being dumb. It didn't matter that his heart was pounding, that his brain was screaming at him that he was a freak, and dirty, and so so so wrong , that he was shaking like a leaf and on the verge of tears. It didn't matter. It was stupid. It didn't matter.

He didn't expect that Tony would actually still call him.

He stares at his vibrating cell phone through teary eyes, blurry vision, the number unknown but he knows who it is, knows it because nobody else calls, because when his friends call, they call the home phone, not his phone, so who else could it be?

He blinks the tears out of his eyes, rubbing them away quickly when a few escape, swallowing down his fear and panic and self hatred as he scrambles to pick it up before the call ends (he doesn't think Tony would appreciate it very much if he let it ring to voicemail), stuttering out a shaky, higher pitched "H-Hello?"

"Hey, kid." Tony's voice, much lower and rougher than his, rings through the phone, and Harley braces for the questions, the interrogation he knows is coming, knows Tony's gonna ask him about it, about what's bothering him. Why, why did he email him? Now he's gonna have to tell him what's wrong, now he's gonna have to admit it, admit how wrong and messed up and broken he is- "How was your day?"

Harley jerks back slightly, mouth gaping and eyes wide, caught off guard by the unexpected tame question. "Huh?"

"How was your day?" The man repeats calmly, tone smooth, even, relaxed, like it's a normal conversation on a normal, boring day. Nothing like how Harley is feeling, nothing like the swarming thoughts in his mind, like the flood of emotions in his chest, like the churning in his stomach, the burning ache in his lungs. 

"U-uhm," Damn his stutter, he had grown out of it years ago, why was it suddenly coming back now? "I-it was good." He lies, trying to keep his voice from wavering, trying to keep it steady, trying to stay composed as the tsunami of emotions tries to pull him under. "Yeah."

"Yeah?" Tony prods lightly, voice softening slightly, and Harley shakes his head in a nod, firm, even though Tony can't see it, even as tears start to burn at his eyes again, even his chest winds tighter and tighter and tighter .

"Mhm." He forces out, not trusting himself to speak anymore, his throat closing as his feelings start rising up his esophagus, a sob clawing its way up his throat, trying to escape.

There's a pause, then, a moment when everything freezes. A moment right before the iceberg tips, right before everything crashing and burning down around him, right before the beginning of the end. And then, time starts again, as the mechanic asks, quiet, hushed "What's going on, Harley?"

And Harley crumbles .

The sob rips from his throat, echoing loudly in the large emptiness of his garage, a trembling hand covering his mouth as soon as he does. But the floodgates have already opened, tears are streaming full force down his face, his body shuttering through shaky gasps and shattered sobs. "I-I-Im sorry ," He chokes out as he sits down heavily in his old, pachy wheely chair, curling into himself as his body shutters again. He rubs his eye with the hand on his face, sniffling and coughing through a whimpered, "I-I know you're- you're probably b-busy, you- you don't h-have to-"

"I have nowhere else to be." Tony murmurs simply, cutting off Harley's poor attempt at waving him off, at delaying the inevitable for any longer. Harley lets out a small whine as the older man speaks up again, soft, soothing, repeating gently, "What's going on, kid?"

"I-I dont-" He hiccups, running a hand through his shaggy, too long blond curls, tugging slightly as his knee bounces rapidly. "M-My friends, or my classmates, they- lately, they've been, I don't know, they've been talking- talking more about crushes and girls and stuff." Harley sniffles, tugging his hair harder as his vision starts to blur again, the words tumbling out of his mouth now. "And- and I never really c-cared about it, you know? I never really- really unders-stood it, didn't see the appeal, s-so I didnt m-mind it. But they- they just keep talking about it, and getting g-girlfriends, and-and talking about their bodies and I didnt get the- the i-interest, so I thought maybe something was wrong with me-"

"There isn't." Tony chips in, but Harley just runs right over him, keeps blabbering. He knows it's rude, knows his mama taught him better, but he can't seem to stop talking now that he started, his words getting more and more wobbly, panicked the longer he goes.

"But there is , there is something wrong with me, I- I know there is now, be-because when I-I went to school today, the- the past few days really, I started- started noticing that I started f-feeling weird, and- and it sounds- sounds similar to how the- the others say they feel, but it doesn't make sense , it can't be that, I dont- I cant-" Harley's breath catches, and he grinds his teeth together, refuses to speak another word, refuses to accept it, refuses to admit the god awful truth, refuses to utter the words. Because it can't be right, it can't be true, it can't be-

They sit in silence for a few moments, when he assumes Tony thought he would continue speaking but he wont, he refuses , until the softer, calmer voice returns, slightly staticky through the speaker, but barely more than a whisper, as if he spoke any louder, Harley would shatter. He probably would. "So, if I'm understanding correctly, you think you have a crush, and you're... scared?"

He doesn't sound patronizing, just honest, if a bit curious, but it doesn't help calm Harley any, a higher pitched, frustrated noise escaping the back of his throat, his free hand going out of his hair going back to rubbing at his face, rubbing off the tracks of tears, trying to rub away any sign of upset, until his skin is red and raw. "No, I-I mean, kinda- its not- I can't- god , this is so stupid."

"Its not stupid. I get it." The man responds, and Harley wants to laugh, feels the bitter feeling bubbling in his chest, because does he? How can he get this? Harley doesn't even get this, it doesn't- he shouldn't- "What's her name?"

The sound erupts out of him at that, but instead of laughter like he thought it would be, it's just another pitiful whine, another loud, agonizing sob. Because that's the thing, the thing that's been haunting him ever since he figured it out earlier that day, the issue that's been plaguing his mind and freaking him out, winding him up more and more and more as the day went on until he got home and sent those messages. 

Because- because when he thinks back to earlier that day, he thinks of lunchtime, of sitting at his lunch table with his "friends", of them talking and laughing, of Harley feeling those weird feelings again, especially when he looked across from him, and saw big, forest green eyes, saw a big, toothy grin, saw two small dimples and scattered freckles, saw short, short black hair, saw a sharper, thinner jaw, saw male male male, felt butterflies flutter, and realized he was wrong, wrong, wrong .

Because- "It's not a girl." His voice is small, defeated, barely a whisper, his whole body tensed up in fear, waiting, waiting for his reaction.

There's a pause, before a faint, quiet, sympathetic, "Oh, kid." That Harley immediately the wrong way, because he hates him, oh god he hates him-

"I'm sorry!" He gasps, jerking upright, sitting ramrod straight and the apologies spilling from his mouth. "I'm so sorry, I didnt- I dont mean to, and I-I know its wrong, and I shouldn't, and I-I know I'm weird and- and a freak , and-"

"Hey, hey, woah!" Tony's voice is louder now, stronger, and Harley hushes up immediately, his mouth slamming shut, even as his body trembles with a silent sob. "It's okay, kid. You aren't any of that."

"But- but I am!" Harley whimpers. "I'm w-weird, and everyone else isn't like this , and-"

"Am I a freak?" Again, the random question sends Harley for a loop, trying to grasp onto any of his quickly scattering thoughts.

"W-what?"

He can hear a faint smile, faint amusement in Tony's tone as he asks again, still so so calm, so reassured, "Am I a freak?"

Harley narrows his shining eyes, still full of tears, staring down at the wooden table in front of him, at the chips and nicks covering the side of it, wondering if this is a trick question. "N-No? Of- of course not, you're Iron Man."

He can hear some noise in the background of the call now, squeaking as if someone's leaning back in a chair, before Tony speaks up again, voice full of warm amusement now. "Well, Iron Man has had a few rendezvous with men in the past, and still likes them to this day. Does that make him, and therefore, me, a freak?" When Harley doesn't answer, mostly out of pure shock than anything else, Tony keeps going, tone going serious again. "Kid, I'm gonna get this out there right away. There is nothing wrong with you for liking boys, you hear me?"

He swallows, and wants to agree, longs to agree, but- "But- but my friends, they all like- like girls , and mama, she- she said that traditional marriage was what God wanted and-"

Harley cuts himself off this time, and Tony only waits a few beats before murmuring softly, "Is that what you think?"

He just shrugs, picking at the table, sniffling, whispering quietly, "I don't know what to think anymore."

There's a soft hum and another pause. "You're different, Harley. I'm not going to beat around the bush, you are different." Harley stomach drops. "But," Tony continues, "Kid, you've always been different. You're so smart, way too smart for your own good, if I'm being honest. And there's nothing wrong with that. People may try to bring you down, or kick you while you are down, but you've gotta remember that, okay? There is nothing wrong with you."

Harley waits a few moments, let's the words wash over him and wrap him in a blanket of warmth, of security and comfort, but there's still one little thing that keeps rearing its ugly head, that's still making him antsy. "But, what if I'm just- overreacting? And I don't actually... y-you know." He finishes lamely, still not ready to completely admit to everything yet.

Tony doesn't seem to mind. "Then that's okay too." He says simply, a bit of shuffling coming through the line. "Kid, how old are you again, like twelve?"

He can hear the teasing in his tone, and rolls his eyes as he huffs out, "Thirteen." 

The older man chuckles for a second, before his voice goes back to calm, quiet. "Seriously though, you're thirteen , Kid. You don't need to have everything figured out right away." He snorts, then. "I sure didn't. I think I was a mess at your age, wasn't even thinking about relationships. At least, not long term." There's a pause. "Point is, you don't need to know right now. This might be a fluke, and you might end up liking only girls from here on out. You might end up just liking boys, liking both, or neither, who knows? But you've got time, kid, and that's the key. Give it time . And whatever it ends up being, whatever ends up happening..." His voice softens at the end, a smile prominent in his tone. "It'll be okay. You will be okay." 

For the first time all day, Harley finally takes a deep breath. His shoulders finally relax, his body practically melting back into his chair, and a smile grows on his face, warmth blooming in his chest. "...thanks, Tony." He whispers, hoping that the amount of pure, unfiltered gratitude he's feeling can be heard in his tone.

He thinks it can, as there's a hint of embarrassment and awkwardness in Tony's voice as he responds with a simple, "Don't mention it, squirt." 

Harley just chuckles at the sudden discomfort of the older man, before his eyes widen. "Oh! While you're here, did I tell you I passed my trig test?"

"Hey! I knew you would, kid, I had no doubt." Harley's grin widens, before he throws himself into another story, feeling warmer, safer, and happier than he has in a while.

A few years later, Tony was getting off of the elevator to his penthouse with a huff, having just gotten back from a rough meeting, when he freezes. His heart warma and a smile grows on his face when he notices Harley, now 17 years old (almost an adult, god he was so old ), curled up into Peter's chest, his face pushed into his neck, seemingly fast asleep. Peter's head rests on top of Harley's, eyes open but hooded, as if keeping them open was getting difficult. They glance over to Tony immediately, though (damn his spider sense and increased hearing), and a faint blush forms on his cheeks even as he smiles lightly, his eyes softening as he glances back down at his boyfriend and presses a firm kiss onto his head. Tony watches the interaction with a soft grin, before quietly stepping away, his chest full of mostly warm, sappy feelings, but also full of pride and joy, knowing his pseudo son is accepted, happy and loved.

[originaldanganronpascenarios]

Hello!! If possible can you write a rantaro x fem! Reader? High school/hopes peak( you decide) au, fluff. Let's say that the reader is talkative and popular. Ofc you are free to decline!! And if you decide to do it, take all the time you need!! I don't mind at all:)

Tbh if I did decline a oneshot request or someone requests it when they are closed I would just do scenario instead.

But damn it could be much longer tbh... Like I could make it a 3-part story. But I kinda suck at writing Rantaro's character. Still hope you will like it!

3rd person POV

Ever since you have started high school you were making more and more friends and had pretty high reputation thanks to that. But there was this one boy you couldn't get to meet even though you were in the same class. His name was Rantaro. He was gone traveling for a month and a half. You were unsure where to since nobody provided you with that info.

It was pretty wierd to see him back again and his desk wasn't now allways empty. So it was your time to get to know him.

You approached him calmly "Hi" you had a smile on your face and his voice seemed a bit tired as he said "Hey there... Y/N was it?" nodding you smiled "And you are Rantaro?"

He chuckled "That's me... Do you need anything?" crap you didn't think this through. But you had quick idea on what to say "I noticed that you were gone for a while and I was wondering if you needed any help with missed schoolwork. I can send you all the notes" you offered and he chuckled "That whould be nice" you took out a pen and piece of paper and wrote your contact info and gave him it.

He jokingly announced "Wow first day here and I alredy got someone's number"

"Wow I didn't expect you to be a flirt but well I guess I shouldn't have judged you" you joked back but he didn't seem to get the joke

"Oh it's nothing like that. I just thought I could keep the conversation going with the comment. Guess I didn't think it through and it came out as it did huh?" he rubbed the back of his neck nervously laughing "It was fun talking to you no wonder everyone likes you"

You raised your eyebrow at the statement "How do you know that?" crossing your arms you became curious since how he possibly could know it. He pointed at one of the students in the classroom her name was Kaede "Me and her went to the same middle school and she just gave me some info about the school and kept me updated on what's up" Rantaro looked back at you and you realized something "Whouldn't that mean that you already have the notes?" you weren't mad but you wanted to know why he'd agree to you giving him notes if he already had them "Well you see I don't have the most recent ones and since you asked if I needed it I said yes" he shrugged "I hope I can use this number not just for school related stuff" he said while waving the little piece of paper you gave him earlier. You smiled at him "I also hope we can become friends if that's what you are suggesting" he nods "That's exactly it you got me" he slightly raised his both hands in joking manner.

"By the way do you need to see around the school? I mean I don't know this place too well either but it's better than nothing"

"Nah I'm good. I'll probably figure it out myself. But if you just want to spend more time with me I'll pretend I haven't said that" he chuckled. He sure does laugh often. Not that you mind since it's quite pleasant sound and it also lightens the mood...

"Well we can spend time in some other ways. For example you can te-" you were cut off by a bell. Funny even though your conversation topic was school you forgot that you were actually in school.

"I guess we'll have to finish this conversation later" he went towards his seat.

=> After class

As soon as bell rang yet again he approached me "So what you wanted to say earlier?" you tried to remember what it was "Oh right! You could tell me something about your travels. If you'd like to of course!"

"It wasn't anything big really nothing much to talk about" he was a bit nervous that you wanted to get to know him better but hey that's what getting to know each other is right? "Okay I won't push you but if you have any good stories from your trip I'd be glad to listen" you announced.

"I'll keep that in mind" he smiled at you. And then there was a bit of silence between you two normally you'd keep the conversation going but you didn't knew what to say at this point.

So you just agreed to leave the conversation. The rest of the day you didn't talk much and now that you think about it you didn't see him during any breaks either.

Untill it was time to go home you had plans with few of your classmates after school so you were in a hurry (since you got held back by one of the teachers) and you didn't notice when your phone fell out of your pocket.

The one who noticed that was Rantaro so he picked it up and yelled "Y/N you dropped your phone!" you turned around and saw him with your phone. He catched up to you and gave you your belonging back "Thank you" you took it from him and checked if it had any damage. Luckily it didn't but since you were in a rush you couldn't stay with him longer... Until you got an idea "Hey Rantaro do you mind joining me and few of our classmates today? We are going to the cinema but think fast cuz otherwise I don't think we'd get there in time" he just nods and the two of you managed to meet up with the rest on time (Kaede, Miu, Kaito and Shuichi)

"Took you long enough" Miu crossed her arms and noticed Rantaro "Oh nevermind I know what held you back for so long" she laughed and before she got to say anything Kaede cut her off "You could call us you know" she pouted. You were a bit confused "When I was about to head out-" you were cut off by Kaito "It doesn't matter now. I mean we all will be late if we don't get going now right?" all of you agreed and managed to get to the cinema on time. After watching the movie you just talked for a while while walking aimlessly and then getting some food. It was clear that everyone had fun and you got a bit closer to Rantaro.

Some time after you got back home you remembered that you had to send him the notes. You were a bit tired but it was just a few pictures. Beforehand though you needed him to text you since you couldn't do it yourself because you didn't had his number. So after some time you got a text from him.

Unknown number: Hey there! It's me Rantaro

You saved his number before responding.

Y/N: Hey ^^ so what are your latest notes? I'll send you everything you are missing.

He texted you back saying what he had. It took him a while so he probably checked it.

Rantaro: Sorry for late response.

Y/N: Nah it's fine! I mean I don't expect you to remember everything :p

Rantaro: I guess you are right ;;

Rantaro: Btw thanks for the invitation today was really fun! I hope we can continue to meet like this more often.

Y/N: Don't mention it! I should thank you for handing me my phone. I'm pretty sure I'd notice it when I got home.

Rantaro: Well you're welcome then.

Y/N: How do you like our class so far?

Rantaro: You all are pretty cool. Can't judge much because I didn't get to know most of the class. But I feel like it's going to be gr8 in the end.

Y/N: I hope so!

Rantaro: Can I ask you a question tho?

Y/N: Sure!

Rantaro: How often do you go out?

Y/N: Whenever someone has an idea where we can meet. Like for example the movie was Shuichi's idea. But so far we didn't have much trips.

Rantaro: Understandable I mean the school year bearly started and you just met most of the people if not everyone.

Y/N: Yup!

Y/N: But I hope you will join us often it was even more fun with you!

Rantaro: You think so?

Rantaro: Well I guess I will tag along from time to time then.

Y/N: Oh shoot I almost forgot to send you the notes.

Y/N: Hold on a sec

Rantaro: I'm not going anywhere.

You took pictures of your notes and send them to Rantaro.

Rantaro: To be honest I almost forgot about them too.

Y/N: Then it's good that I remembered it.

Rantaro: Yeah.

Rantaro: But I should at least look through them now so I'll text you later.

Y/N: okay see you soon

You looked at the time it was 6 pm. You talked with some of your friends and as time passed Rantaro didn't text you again. It wasn't a huge deal he probably had something to do or just forgot to text you. You checked the time again and it was... 8pm already!? You really did kill some time earlier...

You did your thing for the rest of the evening and fell asleep. You didn't get any text from Rantaro.

=> Morning: In school

As soon as you got inside the building Rantaro approached you "I'm so sorry I didn't text you. I had to take care of my sisters and one of them took my phone"

"Ah so that's what happened? It's okay I don't really mind it" but you did lowkey hope that you could talk to him more back then but hey now you can talk in person and there is always tomorrow so there wasn't any problem to begin with.

"Thanks for understanding" he awkwardly smiled. Together you went towards class and had a small chat along the way. You could see that he was still a little bit guilty that he didn't talk to you yesterday but you decided to let it slide.

=> few months later (second term)

You really got close. The two of you were best friends but there was a problem. He felt something more for you and was unsure if he should confess. Sure you knew each other for a while now but it still wasn't long time. You noticed that lately he was acting a bit off. Almost like he avoided you but each time you asked him about it he just apologized and said that he's just overthinking stuff he wanted to deal with alone.

And if he thought it whould get you to stop worrying... He's wrong and couldn't be even more wrong.

He was talking much more recently with Kaito so you asked if he knew something. You know that Kaito whouldn't lie to you and if he did you'd probably be able to tell. His response was pretty obvious "What? Somethin' wrong with Rantaro? I didn't see him acting wierd lately" his voice was more calm than his face expression. That's when the thought hit you "So he probably acts like this only around me... Or you are lying and know exactly what's up" crossing your arms you looked at him as he tried to avoid eye contact "I don't know really geez I know you are worried but I think he's fine" after his response you sighed in defeat "What if he doesn't like me anymore?" you started working this might be it little you knew it was exact opposite.

"There is no way he hates you! I mean why whould he?" Kaito raised his voice catching attention of few people but they ignored it in the end.

"I don't know it either"

"Then maybe don't assume things. I think that Rantaro whould just tell you if you were bothering him wich you aren't"

"How can you be so sure?"

"How you can't be? I mean you two spend a lot of time together so you should believe that he'd be honest with you"

"I guess you are right... I still don't get why he ignores me"

"I tell you don't worry about it" he placed his hand on your shoulder. It made you feel a little bit better.

You just decided to go with it becouse you tried talking to him but he always refused to answer. But maybe you are just overreacting and nothing actually was happening?

While you were at your train of thought Kaito went to look for Rantaro luckily you weren't around when he said "Dude did you seriously ignore Y/N? That wasn't what I ment!"

"I know... But I just feel like I'm scared honestly" he sighed "guess I'm just a coward huh?"

Kaito looked away "You are but you can still change it. I mean you really got her worried" he paused "I whouldn't be surprised if she was now trying to figure out what she did to make you avoid her"

Rantaro thought for a bit how you must feel "Fuck it" he stood up "I'm going to tell her now if she doesn't like me I'll just have to deal with it"

"That's the spirit!" Kaito gave him a thumbs up "Tell me how it went later"

"I sure will" he chuckled.

Instead of looking for you he wrote you a text.

Rantaro: Please meet me at the courtyard.

He was there before you and was really nervous. Thinking of what could go wrong and what could go right. Rantaro was ready for rejection but he of course wished you felt the same.

You finally got there and his heart was beating faster with each step you took towards him.

"I'm sorry" you said tearing up wich caused him to be confused "For what?"

"I don't know! For what I did that made you hate me?"

"What...? Y/N you did nothing wrong" he said as he hugged you in order to calm you down you could feel his fast heartbeat "I did" you were quiet so he could finish "I wasn't honest with you... For a bit long time"

Before you could say anything he almost whispered "I love you" you heard it clear even though it sounded like he didn't wanted you to hear it.

You didn't knew what to say. This led him to believe that you didn't heard him. He was a bit glad but it meant that he probably had to repeat it but you said "I love you too".

Funny you thought it whould be harder to say those words...

"So... Does it make us a pair?" he asked.

"Only if you want to" you winked at him and he chuckled "Then I guess I'll call you my girlfriend now".

~Mod Angie

[artislifeevans]

IIBrothers,Above EverythingII Sam and Dylan

Tagging—> Sam Evans and Dylan Young featuring Allison, Richard, and Renee mentioning Trey, Charice, and Mercedes

When: 6:00pm September 18th

Where: New York

General notes: Dylan goes to spend time with his family before his father and sister have to go back to Ohio. Only to find out Sam was the one to help Trey with the proposals.

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Dylan: was happy to excited to be able to come over to see his dad and Renee before they had to go back to Ohio with Alison. He had so much on his mind to the point that he did anything and everything to avoid his feelings about Charice remarrying. He just wanted to ignore it, because ignoring it, meant that he didn’t have to deal with it. And to be honest that was fine with him. All he wanted to focus on now, was his job, his kids and his father, sister, and brother. And that’s exactly what he was gonna do today. He even told his father that he would like it if they didn’t talk about Charice today. He just wanted to have a good day before having to leave to grade more papers. Which his father obviously agreed to. He made his way up the steps that lead to Sam’s front door. He was so glad that Sam finally decided to get a house because he didn’t live that far away from him now. He opened the door to go inside, closing the door behind him “Dad?” He called out. “I’m in here Dilly!” Richard replied. Dylan walked into the kitchen to see Richard and Renee cooking. “Hey guys!” Dylan greeted, giving Renee a hug and kiss on her cheeks. He gave Richard a side hug, “Hey Dad! Where is Sammy?” He asked. Richard chuckled “Your sister is talking to Ari and Sam is in the living room”

Dylan: nodded “okay! I’m gonna go see him!” He said quickly going toward the double doors that was Sam’s movie room. He went to open the door, but stopped when he head Sam talking on the phone. He was trying to figure out who Sam was laughing with. But then Trey’s voice filled the large room. Dylan knew Trey and Sam were friends and it didn’t bother him. He just wanted to see what they were talking about, especially when he heard Charice’s name.

Sam: laughed as Trey was telling him about his night with Charice, smiling softly when Trey thanked him for his help. “No problem man! I’m glad that I could help! More importantly I’m glad that she said yes” he chuckled. He sat down on the couch and nodded his head when Trey let him go “Alright. see you soon” he said hanging up his phone.

Dylan: was trying not to get upset with Sam for helping Trey with the proposal. But at the same time all he kept thinking about was how Sam could do that to hi.m. But he quickly realize he wasn’t being fair. “Ugh get over yourself Dylan.. it’s not Sam’s fault” he mumbled,’walking into the living room “Hey Bro!” He said plastering a smile on his face.

Sam:quickly got up to run to his brother, giving up a big hug.”Hey! I’m glad you could come” he smiled, walking them over to the couch to sit down.“I just got off the phone with Trey.” He said obvious from the fact that Dylan still had feelings for Charice.

Dylan returned the hug, trying his best not to roll his eyes at the mentioning of Trey’s name. Don’t get him wrong, he didn’t hate Trey. He just didn’t want to think about Charice and her marrying someone that was him. Because it was only gonna upset him. But the way he was trying to keep himself calm. It was a little to late “Oh yeah! I heard! I also heard that you helped with the proposal” asked Dylan

Sam: raised an eyebrow at Dylan’s tone “Yeah.. I did! What’s the problem?” He asked.

Dylan:shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly “well I mean you only known him for a year Sam… it’s kind of weird that you’re willing to help your ex sister in laws new boyfriend with a Proposal. That’s what he has other friends for! Not my brother..” He said trying to hide his anger but was losing. The anger in his face turned into sad nice. And that was the last thing he wanted it to do.

Sam: was trying to figure out why Dylan was so mad about him helping Trey. As far as Sam knew Trey and Dlyan got along just fine and he wasn’t like Dylan still had feelings fo- nah it couldn’t be possible. Dylan would have been loud and clear if he was still in love with Charice. They both had moved on… but then again.. Dylan just broke it off with Jennie. And the way Dylan was looking at him, he looked as if was more sad than angry. “Wait.. you’re not mad that I helped Trey because we are friends.. you’re mad because.. you still have feelings for Charice.. don’t you?” Sam asked as he got up from his spot. He already knew the answer just from the way that Dylan’s face fell.

Dylan: shook his head, trying to hold back his emotions, but his heart was completely broken. The woman that he can’t live without was marrying someone else and he didn’t have a choice but to accept it. “It’s not like I didn’t fight it Sam.”

Sam: sighed, placing his hand on his brother’s back. “Why didn’t you say anything? To her at least?” He asked

Dylan chuckled bitterly“The same reason why you couldn’t tell Mercedes your feelings for her” he retorted, quickly shaking his head “I’m sorry..” he whispered

Sam: shook his head, waving off the apology “No it’s fine.. and you know what? I wish I would have said something.. maybe I would be with her right now.” He said honestly, “But because I was a coward.. I’m here… learning how to live without her”

Dylan: sadly smiled “You’re doing a good job Sammy.. I hope you know that I’m proud of you and how far you have come.. who knew you could be so matured” he chuckled, reaching over to squeeze Sam’s cheeks.

Sam: playfully rolled his eyes, smacking Dylan’s hands away. “Hey watch the cheeks Dilly” he chuckled, but turned serious. “Are you willing and ready to sit back and let her get married? I mean shouldn’t she at least know how you feel?” He asked

Dylan: licked his lips, rubbing his fingers through his curly hair “Sam.. I don’t deserve to feel this way about her. After everything I had put her through… she deserves to be happy..” he whispered sadly, sitting back down on the couch.

Sam: shook his head, smacking Dylan in the back of the head “you’re still not answering my question. Are you seriously gonna go ahead and let her go.. without telling her how you feel”

Dylan:hissed in pain “Ow! You jerk” he said rubbing his neck,punching Sam in the arm “asswipe!”

Sam: hissed dramatically, before rolling his eyes “you hit like a girl!” He said smacking Dylan in the back of the head again “answer the question!”

“Sam stop it!” Dylan growled

Sam: shrugged his shoulders, hitting his big brother again “your dodging brother! Answer the question. And I’ll stop” he said hitting Dylan over and over again, like the annoying little brother again

Dylan: was trying to smack Sam’s hands away from him but he was too slow. “Damn it Theodore Samuel Evans!!!” He groaned thinking by using his full name Sam would know to stop. But Sam didn’t stop, he kept hitting him until Dylan had enough and quickly pushed Sam off the couch, he felt a little guilty when he seen that Sam hit his shoulder on the coffee table “ Damn it Sam!!!!!..I told you! She is obviously happy with Trey! Because she said yes to marry him”

Sam knew he pushed his brother a little hard, but he only did it because it was the only way to get some kind of reaction out of him. He winced a little when he moved his shoulder away from the coffee table “Yeah.. Bu-“

Dylan: scoffed, looking down at his brother who was now sitting up on the floor “But nothing Sam! I did a lot of bullshit to her that if she took me back. I would have her committed!”

“I mean we all would..” Sam chuckled

Dylan:kicks Sam’s leg, giving him a hard glare

Sam: quickly cleared his throat when Dylan side eyed him and kicked him “sorry” he said softly

Dylan: rolled his eyes, “you know what this is pointless! I didn’t come over here to talk about this! I came over to hang out with my brother! Who feels the need to now be my therapist!” He said grabbing his things “you know what Sam.. if i wanted to talk to a therapist I would have called Chris!” He yelled. He knew he was being dramatic and he also knew that everything Sam was saying was true. He just didn’t want to admit it. “Call me when you want to be my brother again!” He said as he walked toward the door.

Sam tried to reach out for Dylan, only for Dylan to jerk away from him, heading toward the door m. He sighed heavily as he got off the floor “Dylan.. you know more than anyone that Charice doesn’t like when people make decisions for her and that’s exactly what you will be doing if you don’t at least tell her!.. Look at me.. I didn’t te-“ he said walking toward his brother,m.

Dylan quickly turning away to face his little brother with anger in his eyes causing Dylan to stop.. He wasn’t really mad at Sam, he was more mad at himself then anything. He wished he could go back and changed everything bad that he ever did to Charice.Because he wouldn’t be going through this. He would be with his wife, living a happy good life. But yet here he is,watching his ex wife move on with out and he honestly didn’t know how he was going to be able to deal with it. And Sam speaking the cold hard truth was the last thing he wanted to hear right now “I’m not you, Sam! This isn’t me not telling her because I’m too scared! I’m not telling her because she is finally freaking happy and who am I to break that up” he said harshly.

Sam: he was getting really tired of Dylan snapping at him. He was just trying to point out what he himself wished he would have told himself before everything blew up in his own face chuckled lightly, placing his hand on Dylan’s shoulder. “I hate to break it to you big brother! But this is exactly the same!” He shrugged “you think you’re doing this selfless thing by letting her be happy! But honestly bro you’re NOT! You’re fucking scared that she might reject you! And you know what Dylan? So what if she does! At least it will be her decision to move on from you!” He yelled.

Dylan faces dropped, he was tired of trying to hold his tears so he finally allowed himself to cry “why you keep pushing me? Huh? Don’t you like Trey?” He whispered sadly

Sam: face soften when Dylan mentioned Treys name. He knows some people would side eye him or think he was being two-faced for helping Trey and then turning around to tell him brother he should fight for Charice. Sam really did like Trey. He was a good man who always kept a smile on Charice's face. But at the same time Dylan was his brother, and from experience he knew hold feelings back wasn’t not only good for him but the other person who was involved. “I do like Trey.. he is my friend.. but you.. you’re my brother and I love you… I’m not saying ruin their relationship. I’m saying to at least tell her how you’re feeling.. and if she still chose Trey.. at least you can say you tried!” He said softly, seeing the pain in his brothers eyes. He cupped Dylan’s face, thumbing away his brothers tears ““Don’t you see Dilly… I don’t want you to wake up and realize you should have fought harder or you should have at least told her how you felt.. because trust me.. those thoughts never fully go away.” He said softly

Dylan was trying so hard to keep a strong face. He didn’t want to lose it completely. He knew he didn’t have a right to be sad because of everything he had done to Charice in the past. He felt like this was his karma coming back to bite him in the ass. But the more he kept thinking about how much he loved Charic, how much he missed her, how much he just really wanted his family back together. The more he realized he couldn’t hold his emotions back anymore. “I-I just want her back Sammy..” he choked

Sam:didn’t want to push him anymore, everything that he wanted to know. He pretty much got his answer. He wasn’t gonna push him to tell Charice how he felt right now. Right now he just wanted his brother to see that he was here and he wasn’t going to go anywhere. He sadly nodded when Dylan said he wanted Charice back “I know” he whispered, pulling his brother into a hug“I know Dill” he said rubbing Dylan’s back.

Dylan: sadly wrapped his arms around his younger brother tightly. He didn’t intend on crying the way that he was. But it felt good to let his emotions out and just allow himself to be sad about the situation. He wasn’t sure what he was going to tell Charice about his feels or not. But he was silently thanking god for an amazing brother as Sam. “I love you Sam” he whispered.

Sam: chuckled patting his brothers back “I love you too Dilly. Even though you are old” he teased.

Dylan: rolled his eyes, gently pushing him away “Hey! You know your about to be 30, you brat!”

Sam: pushes Dylan “no your a brat! Jackass!”

“Dummy”

“Your mom!”

“Hey! My mom is dead!”

“Andddd so is mine, jerk!” Sam shoves once again.

“Well mine died of cancer!” He yelled, shoving his big brother again, quickly

putting him in ahead lock.

Sam: groaned, hitting his brothers arms “oh yeah! Well mine died in a airplane accident!” He grunted, struggling to get out the head lock.

“Are we really trying to up one on each as far as her mother’s death goes?” He said letting out a small chuckle, tightening his grip.

“You started it. said Sam, once again trying to get out of Dylan’s grasp. He moved his hand enough to reach up and twist Dlyan’s nipple causing the older to let go, meaning in pain “Hey that hurt!” Dylan pouted looking inside of shirt to make sure there weren’t any marks left.

Sam: chuckled “that’s what your mom said when she gave birth to your big head” he teased, getting the knot out of his neck.

Dylan: shoves Sam once again “I wouldn’t be talking fish lips” Laughed Dylan, making fish lips at Sam.

Sam: scoffed, pushing Dylan back so hard that he knocked off the expensive vase that Mercedes had bought Sam when he first moved to California.Sam: gasped “Hey! You broke Cedes Vase!” Groan, walking over to pick up the pieces. “Shit Cedes is gonna kill! She spent a lot of money on it!” He said sadly. The vase meant a lot to Sam. Mercedes wanted Sam to feel like California was home. So she brought him an old antique vase of the city of Ohio painted around it. It was something that Sam made sure to take care of because it reminded him of where he came from and more importantly it reminded of him.

Dylan: sighed “I’m sorry! But if you didn’t push me like a five year old! I wouldn’t have broken it!” He pointed out, seeing that Sam was really upset about it “Hey! We can always get another one… Mercedes won’t ever have to know.” He suggested.

Sam:sighed sadly, picking up the pieces, tossing it in the trash “Yeah.. B-But she gave me THIS one” he sighed. He didn’t want to replace it like it didn’t mean anything to him. But at the same time he didn’t want her to know what happened. It would upset her. “I mean I guess I can go on the website and buy a brand new” he Whispered. Sam stood up from his spot. “How about we go see what Dad is cooking dinner huh?” He said wrapping his arm around Dylan’s shoulders. Sam looked straight ahead, quickly stopping in his tracks as his eyes laid on their eight year old sister who had her iPhone in her hand and a big smirk on her face.

Dylan chuckled nervously “U-Uh heyyyyyy Alley… h-how long have you been standing there.”

Allison:giggled at the shocked expression on her big brothers faces “oh long enough to film you guys breaking aunt Cedes favorite vase” she said “Hey Siri can you send this video to Aunt Cedes” she said hearing Siri repeating her request asking Alley if she wanted to send it now.

Sam: squinted his eyes at his little sister “Allison I swear on everything if you send that. I will kill you and all of your bears that Uncle Chris and Aunt Brittany has ever bought you!”

Allison: gasped dramatic, followed by a laugh “you wouldn’t! Because you know uncle Chris would be very upset with you!” She pointed out.

Sam: looked at his in disgust “What kind of monster are you!!!” He asked dramatically.

Dylan:shook his head and stopped Sam from attacking their eight year old sister Well.. you did create her” he shrugged, earning a shove from Sam. “Listen.. Alley.. if you send that.. Mercedes will very sad.. that meant a lot to her… you want her to be sad do you?” He asked sweetly. He looked over at Sam and winked hoping and praying that the guilt trip would work.

Allison: tucked her lips as if she was thinking long and hard about what she was about to do. Don’t get her wrong she loved Cedes and never wanted her sad. But she loved messing with her big brothers, especially Sam. “Mmmmm no.. I don’t want Cedes ever to be sad.”

Sam and Dylan both sighed in relief, placing there hand on their chest as if they were about to have a heart attack.

Allison: smirked “But! Getting Sammy in trouble would be so much fun! Especially since he got me in trouble with Daddy last week… I mean it would make us even Sammy”

Sam: gasped dramatically, getting ready to storm toward the eight year old, only for Dylan to hold him back, “Sam.. she’s only eight.. besides she is bluffing….she knows if she sends that.. she’ll get in trouble with Dad” he whispered before turning “give me the phone Allison” he said sternly causing the eight year old to shake her head “No can do Silly Dilly” she giggled.

Sam: rolled his eyes at his older brother trying to be stern with Allison. He knew that it wouldn’t work it would only add more fuel to the fire. But he was kind of amused how Dylan “father of the year” was trying to handle it. Dylan’s kids for the most part listened to him. So it’s funny to see how Dylan handles a child that doesn’t listen. Sure he was still worried about the vase. But if Allison could get a rise out of Dylan, it would be a little worth it.

Dylan: glared at his sister, thinking that the looks alone would have her scared “Allison Young! You bring me that phone this instant!” He said again with a deeper voice this time.

Allison: rolled her eyes at her eldest brother. “Make me!” She shrugged.

Sam: chuckled lightly at how red his brother was getting from anger “Yeah! Dilly” he nodded toward their sister “make her” He snickered, earning a glare “Too soon? Got it” he chuckled.

Dylan: eyes widen at the sassy that Allison was giving him. He walked toward her, Kneeling down to her eye level. “What. Did.You.Say?” He asked slowly.

Sam: decided to pull out his phone to video tape this and also let his the gang see it via live. He heard Chris and Mercedes asking what’s going on “you’ll see” he said softly focusing the camera on Allison and Dylan.

Allison:decided after realizing how bad Sam could get in trouble with Cedes. she decided that she wasn’t really going to send the video. But she wasn’t going to tell Dylan that. Messing with him, was too much fun right now. Especially since he looked like he was about to pop a vein. “I. Said.make. Me.” She said giggled, winking at Sam. She turned her attention to her brother “okay.. fine.. I’ll give it to you Bubba.. Buttttt” She said pushing Dylan on the floor. “You have to catch me first” she said, quickly running out of the room.

Dylan: hit the floor, looking at sister “why you little” he groaned, getting up as quickly as he can, taking off running after her. “I’m too old for this crap” he breathed “your gonna be a big brother! They said! It’s gonna be fun! They said!” He yelled loudly, now chasing his sister around the big hall way of Sam’s house. “THEY LIED!!!! ALLISON GET YOUR BUTT BACK HERE” He screeched, feeling his hamstring trying to pull “I’m too old for this!” He said hearing his sister laughing as loud as she could.

Sam:couldn’t help but laugh as he watched his brother running back and forth, trying to catch Allison. You can Dylan tell that old age was getting the best of Dylan. That and not working out. Because Sam would have been able to catch her by now “wow Dylan can run for an old person!” He chuckled, moving the camera so everyone can see what was going on. He could hear them all laughing. Richard comes running out of the room to see what was going on. He sighed seeing that once again Allison made Dylan made enough to run after her. He walked over to Sam who was filming it, wrapping an arm around his son “son? Why is your brother trying to run a marathon after your sister?” He whispered, seeing Dylan about to collapse.

Sam:chuckled, “Allison recorded something that could get him and I in trouble.. with someone.. and Dylan is trying to get her phone so he can delete it” Sam shrugged as he continue to film it. Richard shook his head, “ALLISON!” Her fathered yelled loud enough for her to hear him. The eight year old stopped in her tracks, only to run toward her father “yes daddy?” She asked sweetly.

Dylan: was trying to reach for her, only to fall out onto the floor, trying to catch his breath.

Sam and Richard, both tried not to laugh but when they heard the gang busted out laughing they couldn’t hold it anymore”You alright Dill?” Richard asked.

Dylan: pointed his finger at his father with sweat running down face “Don’t start old man! I have a way to get you. In.. the. Nursing. Homeee” he breathed out each word slowly. “Your. Daughter. Is evil. Just. Like him” he said pointing at Sam “I’m the only sane child you have!”

Sam: shook his head and chuckled “no sane person would chase after an eight year like that grandpa” he teased, hearing the group laugh along with him. “Alright guys.. that’s all I wanted you to see. Cedes I’ll text you later” he said, hanging up once everyone logged off.

Richard: held out his hand “Alley phone!” He said sternly

Allison: sighed, handing her father the phone “I wasn’t gonna send it. I was just messing with Dilly!” She said honestly, watching her father, looking at the video and then deleting it.

Dylan: raises his head up, feeling a little hurt “Hey! Why?” He asked.

Allison: shrugged and smiled “because it’s fun.. plus you chase me!” He said honestly.

Dylan: wanted to be mad at her. Especially now that he was in pain from chasing her. But he had to admit it was fun and he always loved hearing her laugh. But he just wasn’t gonna let her know that. He got up from his spot slowly, letting out little grunts and groans. “I’m gonna. Uh.. take a hot shower.. maybe it will make me joints stop hurting” he mumbled as he walked up the stairs.

Richard: waiting until Dylan went upstairs before speaking again “Alley.. I know you wanna play with Bubba.. but just be careful okay and by the way.. it’s not nice to film people without their knowledge” he said looking at Sam, then back at Allison. They both put their head down and sigh “sorry Dad”

Richard: shook his head, trying not to laugh at how much alike Sam and Allison was. “If only your mother was here to see you two together” he chuckled sadly.

Sam: picked Allison, placing her on his hips “We know Dad” he whispered wrapping his free arm around his father. “She’s with us… in spirit and in Allison” he assured his father. “Group hug?!” He said earning a chuckle from his sister and father “sure!” Richard smiled, wrapping his arms around his kids. “I love you kids! So much” Richard said feeling extra pair of arms around him “I love you too Dilly” he laughed.they all stood there for a minute just hugging and embracing each other. The family has been through a lot of shit throughout the years. But they’re failed to always be there for each other when they needed something.

“Guys! Dinner” Renee yelled from the kitchen.

Once they broke the hug, Sam put Allison down, who decided to run toward the kitchen without saying anything to them. Richard chuckled, patting both of his sons on the back “come on let’s go eat” he whispered softly as he walked past them to go into the kitchen, leaving the brothers alone.

Dylan: grabbed his phone, clicking on Mercedes name to video chat, turning down the volume without Sam noticing. “So Sammy what are you gonna do about Mercedes vase that got broken?” Wrapping his free hand around his brother's shoulders.

Sam: sighed “I hate that it got broken! It meant a lot to me.. but if I didn’t push you as hard as I did. It wouldn’t got broken. I’m just gonna replace it.. I mean she wouldn’t be able to tell the difference right!?” He asked earning a modded from Dylan “besides what she doesn’t know won’t kill her” he shrugged.

Dylan: smirked, raising his phone, showing Sam that Mercedes pretty much head everything “what the hell Dylan!” He yelled.

Dylan:giggles like a little child at the playground “Karma is bitch Sammy!” He said laughing at how white Sam’s face was when his eyes landed on Mercedes.

Sam: eyes widen, but quickly laughed nervously “H-Hey Cedes… Dylan was just playing a joke on you.. ummm you like pretty by the way! Umm have to go now! Bye!” He said turning off the phone. Sam glared at his brother “oh you are dead!” Growled Sam, walking dangerously toward Dylan.

Dylan: knew at that moment he really did mess up. Just from the Sam was looking at him. “U-Uh Dad! H-Help” he shouted as he took off running, with Sam right behind him.

Richard: gets up from the table to see what Dylan was yelling about, only to find them now at side. He walked toward the window watching Dylan running around, trying to get away from Sam, shaking his head. Dylan locked eyes with father “DAD HELP!” He shouted. Richard shook his head no, he wasn’t about to get in the middle of it this time. Especially since he was sure he seen Dylan recording their conversation about the vase. “Man for a 34 year old he can sure run” he chuckled, feeling Renee wrapping her arms around his waist. “Richie.. maybe you should stop it” she said softly, feeling sorry for Dylan who looked even more exhausted then he did when he was chasing Allison. Richard tilted his head, as he watched Sam pounce and Dylan, causing them both to fall on in the mud. “Do I have to?” He chuckled, not taking his eyes off his two sons. “You have to admit.. this is entertaining” he shrugged. Renee sighed, letting out a smile giggle at the sight in front of her. She was honest happy to see Sam so happy and so comfortable with his now older brother. Same goes with Dylan. They both have come a long way to get to the place that they are in. And she was just happy to see them both laughing. They both dealt with a lot of personal mistakes and it was good to see that they had each other for support. Renee watched Sam go from being angry with Dylan To now they were laughing at the fact they were both covered in mud. “Well maybe we can.. sit this one out.” She said softly “come on.. let’s finish up dinner…” she whispered, interlacing her fingers with his, leading him back to the dining room with Allison. Richard smiled, glancing back to see that the brothers were still sitting on the ground just talking and laughing“Yeah they are gonna be okay, Mary and Angie” he whispered, looking down to see Renee smiling at him. He kissed her forehead, before letting her go so they could sit back down. Richard sit down to finish his food with a smile on his face. He knew Dylan was still having a hard time with the fact that Charice was remarried, but he was sure that if it was meant to be they will find their way back to each other. Just like he was sure Dylan and Sam would find a common ground with each other. And they did. And now they are closer than ever. Richard couldn’t be more proud of how mature they both are now. He just hope they never lose that again, because after all they were always gonna be brothers above everything else.

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Hi Everyone I’m Fuckin’ Stressed So Here’s a Fic

My mind’s been in a pretty dark place the past couple of days because of some really unexpected and unwelcome personal shit, so I just banged this out and I’m releasing it into the wild for whoever to enjoy or maybe even add to/keep going, because I wouldn’t know where else to go with it past this point and I just keysmashed this much out purely for catharsis.  Or not.  It can just be this.

Credit to MythicMittens for the original premise and credit to @fialleril for Amatakka and Tatooine slave culture in general.  (Fia, if you hate time-travel, I apologize profusely in advance and you’re free to ignore, but if this isn’t a squick, consider this an encouragement fic in return for all your indulgent snippets?)  And I had to do this scene twice from both POVs because I just...couldn’t not.

(Also: Cliegg is not in this for Reasons.  *handwave*)

Yes, I stalker-trawled your #amatakka tag and took literal notes.  I’m pretty sure I used at least one word/phrase wrong, but I couldn’t find a mention for it, so I improvised.

“Father.”

Their time has run out; his own yearning can’t keep him here, but he can’t bear to let go yet.

“I won’t leave you,” Luke pleads, his voice breaking, leaning forward as his father sags back against the boarding ramp.  But Anakin is gone, his last free breath rattling from his lips.  Bereft, tears flooding his vision, Luke lets his prosthetic hand caress the armor shielding his father’s heart and bows his head under the weight of his grief.

Thunder cracks behind him, and Luke flinches and looks back to see a white-hot wall of flame rushing toward them, a searing pressure wave knocking him flat against his father’s body.  On instinct he clutches Anakin tightly – there is nothing else left to do in this last split second of life before the Death Star’s destruction takes him.

Takes him to death, to the Force, to –

Cold, hard-packed sand greets him, grinding into his cheek, and Luke splutters grains from his mouth.  His eyes fly open to see a vivid desert pre-dawn, deep violet and crimson still blanketing the sky with only the hint of a sun’s golden glow kissing the horizon, and his father is nowhere in sight.  His ears are still ringing from the explosion and its heat tingles across his skin, but…he isn’t dead.  He can’t be.  This feels too tangible, too anchored by the sense of his own body in all its discomfort and disorientation.  The dry air is sharply clean, scoured of any distinct life, but he recognizes it nonetheless as he lies there breathing raggedly.

Perhaps death has a strange sense of humor, sending him back to this place where it all began.  This is home, it insists, whether he wants to regard it as such or not.

Groaning, Luke struggles to sit up, then freezes halfway when he hears the soft crunch of footsteps approaching.  He whips his head around to glance behind him – regretting it immediately – and sees a woman hastening toward him, her figure shrouded in a shawl and poncho over layered skirts worn against the dawn’s chill, all aged homespun.  She’d left a basket on the ground near a vaporator about a dozen meters away; she must have been out gathering the mushrooms before the day’s heat shrivels them.

He has to fight a dual wave of dizziness and nausea from his movement, and his eyes are shut when her hands grip his shoulders.  When he forces them open again, he’s staring up into a kindly and gracefully weathered face with warm brown eyes, a few dark strands of hair escaping from the shawl wrapped over her head.

“Traveler, I didn’t hear you make a sound before I spotted you,” she remarks with gentle wryness, her expression concerned and bemused.  “Are you hurt?”

“I’m…”  His voice sounds irrational to his own ears, as if it should no longer exist.  I’m a dead man, he thinks.  But Ben has continued to speak to him, hasn’t he?

She doesn’t even wait for his answer, reaching into the folds of her skirts to pluck out a canteen and offer it to him.  Basic aid and hospitality on Tatooine – if anyone passes by or seems remotely in need, water is always offered and almost always needed, and he’s certainly not going to refuse.  He takes several long draughts to slake his thirst, but doesn’t drain it; unless one is dying, it would be callous to do so.  Before he can hand the canteen back, though, she unwinds the shawl from her head and shoulders and wraps it around him.

He does hurt – he’s exhausted and shaky and fiercely sore from both the Emperor’s attack and the strenuous effort of half-carrying his father through the Death Star’s corridors.  But that’s not important right now.  “I don’t know why I’m here,” Luke blurts out quietly.

The woman scrutinizes him intensely, but he has no urge to shrink under her gaze; on the contrary, he feels a great sense of safety in her presence, and familiarity, despite never having seen her before.  “Do you remember your name?” she asks with a softly cautious and nurturing solemnity.

Something makes him hesitate for a moment – perhaps the sheer inexplicability of this situation – but he can’t find a reason to distrust her within himself.  “Luke.”

A spark alights in her eyes, and they flicker over him as if appraising him anew, and she smiles, the joy in her countenance as bright as the sunsrise.  “Hello, Lukka.”

He startles slightly.  She knows the tongue.  Suddenly he realizes what she must have been thinking about him, and how that view shifted with the addition of his name.  “Te nimku masa?” he asks in return.  The desire to know her name has become an urgent need he can’t fathom.

“Ek masa nu Shmi Ekkreth ku.”

His heart starts to pound.  Shmi Skywalker.  His father’s mother.  Nothing more than a missing grave marker and fond but wistful memories from his aunt and uncle, now somehow kneeling in the sand next to him, very much alive.  These vaporators must be the edge of his family homestead.  He is home, far before he was ever around to call it such.

Whether this is a dream or a vision born from the Force in the last moments of his living mind, stretched beyond the temporal limits of his body, or something far more profound – has he actually been sent to the past? – he can’t stop himself from breathing reverently, “Grandmother,” and leaning forward to throw his arms around her.

Even though he is a stranger, her arms encircle him and hold him firmly, accepting him without condition, and Luke finds himself unable to hold back the tears that his father’s death have already loosened.  He cries into her shoulder, deep and taut sobs that make his chest ache and leave him gasping.  Her hand strokes the back of his head and she rocks him gently as she lets him weep, and Luke knows now why he felt as though he belonged with her, much as he had with Leia.

Once the tide of his emotions washes back out and he sits limp in her grasp, they part slightly and he can see her own eyes glistening. Slowly she rises while still supporting him, gripping his hand, and says, “Come, Lukka.  Let me take you home.  We’ll speak more there, if you wish.”

So Luke pushes to his feet and lets her lead him back to the farm not yet touched by fire and loss.

They’re dressed in the color of night.  The color of freedom.

How odd, Shmi thinks, for a Jedi.  Her eyes catch the dull gleam of dawn’s light off the silver cylinder hooked to their belt, and she remembers when a Jedi first and last passed through her life, leaving it untouched save for the freeing of her son.  But she puts away the fleeting bitter thought; whoever this person is, they’re in some sort of need – one doesn’t wind up sprawled face-down on the cold night sands on the outskirts of a moisture farm for idle pleasure.  Perhaps they’ve been fleeing through the darkness seeking shelter, although it’s strange that she never heard them approach in the utter silence, as if they simply appeared out of thin air.

When they stir, trying to sit up with a drunken lurch, her breath seizes a little at the sight of their features.  Even in the dim early morning light she can see a tousle of dark blond hair, a dimpled chin, and a flash of blue eyes before they snap shut, and her heart quickens as she tries to reconcile the precious memories of her son’s face.  Could this be her Ani?  Enough time has passed for them to be grown. Have they finally come back to her, and were they accosted along the way?

But when she kneels by them and holds them steady, that sense deep within her that she has never been able to name but knows as surely as her own soul can tell that this isn’t Ani.  Something about them still rings true, though, like a distant echo of her voice off the canyons.  They’re young, but with a face that’s already aged well beyond their years.

“I don’t know why I’m here,” they say, looking terribly lost.  It’s possible they’re not even a Jedi, but rather employed a ruse.  Playing the trickster.  But calamity befell and someone else may have dumped them at the perimeter of the farm, hoping another would take responsibility for them while they washed their hands of the matter and took off.  Between slavers and pirates, anything could have happened.

Terror can be as effective at damaging memory as a brain injury.  “Do you remember your name?”  Do you remember who you are, child?

“Luke.”

It could be a coincidence.  It could be only an offworlder’s name, and the black garb meaningless.  But she’s not inclined to believe in pure chance.  A free one, clad in the cover and relief of night.  Shmi lets a smile split her face and greets them.  “Hello, Lukka.”

Their eyes flare with recognition.  She was right – Amavikka, a child of the Mother, whether freeborn or escaped.  When they call her Grandmother, their fervent whisper sets off a hum in her bones that runs deeper than any connection she might have with them through the honorific – she doesn’t recall anyone with this face during her time in Mos Espa, but they might have learned of her from the quarters after she was freed.  Behind every story was a person.

They seek comfort and solace in her arms, and she offers it without reservation.  They still remind her so much of Ani that it hurts, and she hopes that wherever her son is out there among the stars, that they can feel her unceasing love and faith for them.

Lukka will need a place to rest and recover, and Shmi knows that Owen and Beru will be more than glad to open their household.  Beru will probably have her tzai ready by the time they make it back.  “Come, Lukka.  Let me take you home.  We’ll speak more there, if you wish.”  She’ll understand if they won’t, but a small part of her is eager to hear their tale if they’re willing to share it.

Lukka keeps hold of her hand as they walk, and they haven’t gone ten steps before they murmur, “Ek masa nu Lukka Ekkreth ka.”

She stops in her tracks and looks aside at him, and he’s gazing back at her with a mixture of wonder and courage, and Ar-Amu’s song is singing high and clear in her blood.

[funkymbtifiction]

can you help me identify my MBTI?

Hi, I’m a guy (and I’m a non-native English speaker, so I apologize for the mistakes I could make, and for the length of my message) who’s read several articles of your blog. I’ve found them extremely interesting, especially because, since I’ve come through MBTI, some years ago, I’ve started to look for MBTI-related articles A LOT. However, I still have some troubles figuring out what my MBTI type really is. […] In the 16personalities test I’ve come out as an ENFP, but I know many ENFPs and I feel I’m different from them.

Your test results were accurate. ENFP is correct.

Just as a very basic example of how Ne you are, you sent me a long submission in which only about a fourth of it was actually relevant information to help type yourself -- this strongly indicates dominant Ne, since you are just including whatever your random train of thought happens to be, without filtering it in terms of “is this useful / relevant factual information or not?” which is common in low Te users. All of it was that, plus what you do / do not like about other types and how they are different from you, which is Fi. There was very little sensory information and/or facts (low Si and Te).

I highly discourage comparing yourself to other people and assuming you are not their type, because you “feel different” from them.

Because:

A) You may have typed them wrong / they may be typed wrong,

B) You likely have different Enneagram types that play into how they and you act and think differently,

C) Comparing self to others isn’t a good way to find your type, you need to pay attention to how YOU process new information and cope with it.

On a general note, since some of you may have missed my announcement:

I have retired from typing people.

Please don’t send me “type me” asks anymore. I am happy to answer questions not answered already in the tags (you can use the tagging system or search) if you are struggling to determine if you are one of two types (narrowing it down that much shows me you have done a lot of work in self-analysis) but that’s it. :)

Thanks,

ENFP Mod

[ill-be-istj-if-no-one-else-is]

This is the previous Ti anon, and I’d first like to say I apologize for coming off the way I did, as if I just really wanted to be typed as a Ti user; I didn’t mean to and was only experiencing frustration, as Ti was sort of a last resort, but I’m having trouble identifying whether or not I use it. I’ve no idea why, as I usually have no problem seeing it in other people (such as my confirmed INTP friend, who I recognized high Ti in immediately when he thought himself to be an INTJ),

but when it comes to myself my mind is blanking out on whether or not the definitions apply to me. Due to the misunderstanding, I’ll try to be clearer in this ask, so beginning with this, the question: Judging by the following things, do you think I use high Ti or high Fi, or any other judging function for that matter? I’ve narrowed it down to those two, but I’m not a hundred percent sure. I’m asking solely about the judging functions though because I’m nearly a hundred percent sure that I use dominant Ne and inferior Si, so nothing I say will pertain to those two functions (unless, somehow it does and you think I’m mistyped, in which case please feel free to correct me). I’m not at all sure if everything I’m about to list is really helpful, but: 1.) I think aloud, nearly lol the time. I’m constantly thinking while I’m speaking, as my head is far too messy to organize this stuff internally; the only time I ever release a semi-finished product is in writing because I often edit as I go 

2.) When I don’t understand something, I obsess over it. While I can usually still operate on the basis that that thing is true, in the background I will still try to figure it out on my own time. For example, I’ve more or less settled on being an ENTP due to no other types matching as far as I can see, but before I can truly move on, I need to have it confirmed, and I need to understand why. Otherwise I’ll always doubt it. Hence this ask. (The original question still stands though.)

3.) When I was younger, I always considered things on a logical basis, not anything else. My friend would have a problem, and rather than sympathize, I’d tell her how to fix it and expect her to stop being upset. Now, I’ve gotten a lot better at doing that and understanding that just because there’s a seemingly simple solution to me doesn’t mean they won’t still be upset, but I had to work on both considering others’ feelings when making a decision and taking into account their feelings in general communication. 

4.) When I get stressed, I become a control freak. I obsess over small things, and I don’t let anyone do anything because they won’t do it as well as I do, and if I don’t do it well, I’d still rather it be my fault than theirs. This is shown most often when I wait and procrastinate too long on something and then someone offers to help; I almost always have a mini freak out and tell them not to touch anything, and I hate them hovering over my shoulder. 

5.) When upset, esp anger,I’m very dramatic; I explode and then I get over it. Even mild inconveniences often result in me being overdramatic, though I usually recognize I’m being overdramatic and try not to take anything at face value because I know I’m being irrational. I’m pretty open with most of my emotions, excluding sadness, but thats due to mental illness things that I won’t address. My mood fluctuates a lot, and everyone knows it. I can go from apathetic to happy in two seconds flat and will at least squeal.

Also, I’ve an extremely hard time acknowledging my emotions. I’m usually aware of them, but when it comes to acknowledging them, I’ve the bad habit of shoving them to the side until I absolutely have to deal with them, meaning they’re interfering to a point of it being a problem. When I do finally recognize them, I always shoot for the root of the problem and fix it before moving on, which isn’t always as simple as it sounds unfortunately. Wow, okay, that was an extremely long ask,which I also apologize for, but I’m hoping it gave you anything to work off of? If not though, could you at least tell me what to look for when trying to type myself as a Ti user? (If you’ve already done this elsewhere, my bad; I’ve scrolled through various tags of yours [entp, high ti, ti, etc.] and not been able to find one, which would be a mistake on my part.)

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Hi anon,

This paragraph is before I’ve done any typing and just quickly skimmedbut: if you’re having trouble probably the most significant aspect here is thateven after I’ve explicitly pointed out that your question is not “what is mytype” but rather “please type me as having Ti” the question you asked was still“how do I determine if I have Ti or not” and that’s not really how I type(which is also why you probably didn’t find anything on the blog). I tend notto go by “do I or do I not have this specific function”, but rather “whatfunctions do I seem to have based on this behavior.” Which is also not to saythis is the only way to type but it is the way I do it, so if you’re looking for someone to zero in on Ti I am probably not a good resource for that.

For the actual typing:

Thinking aloud is very associated with Te actually –the act of externalizing one’s thought process. I suppose it could beconsistent with a dominant extroverted perceiving function as well, but I wouldnot associate it with Ti. Editing as you go could be anything. I edit as I go.I suspect it’s just a matter of habit and preference.

Similarly, wanting to figure something out and having asense of curiosity about it isn’t exclusively Ti; most people are curious andmany are extremely curious and never entirely move on from things they couldn’tfigure out; however, I’d associate Ti with being less able to push it to aconcern to be dealt with in the background.

Focusing on the solution and not comfort is more generallytrue of thinkers, and stressing out and becoming very obsessed with control isI’d argue least true of Ti as a higher judging function – stressed Ti userseither tend to get very logically finicky but not controlling, or have emotionaloutbursts. The controlling aspect could be inferior Si but I’d actually expectto see this far more on the Te-Fi axis; either as high Te going into overdrive immediatelyand you leaning on your strengths, or as lower Te in a stress reaction.

Your emotional description is also making me think of highTe more so than anything high Ti to the point that I think it might be worthcontacting your INTP friend and rethinking their type. Many thinkers tend toignore their emotions to an extent but high Ti users tend to be somewhatunaware of them, whereas Te users are more likely to be aware but refuse toprocess, and especially to shove them aside (though to be fair that can just begood old-fashioned coping mechanisms and denial; I completely understand notwanting ot share mental illness information but as you mentioned that may be havingeffects on your emotional state that are not well explained by MBTI.

So: I would look at the Te doms.If you are absolutely positive you have dominant Ne, I would next considerother factors outside of MBTI; while you’re not necessarily a typical ENFP from this ask you do have some separation of expression vs. felt emotions and I wouldn’t rule out a feeling type entirely, especially since you mentioned mental illness may have an influence on some of your behaviors (not because feelers are mentally ill but because there are known factors that might be influencing your behaviors such that you don’t seem like a typical feeler but could still be one).

[choiceslife]

When Worlds Collide: Part Two (Limited Series)

Disclaimer: Based upon characters in Choices - Endless Summer, It Lives in the Woods, The Royal Romance, #LoveHacks, Home for the Holidays, and The Elementalists series. All characters presented are the property of Pixelberry Studios. I claim no ownership. This story is purely the work of the poster as fanfiction.

Overall Series Rating: 18+

Warnings: Adult Language, Adult Content, Sexual Discussions. Future chapters may contain SMUT and Gratuitous Sexual Descriptions

Overall Series Summary: The sisters are together again and Ava Cunningham believes only they can help her.

Author’s Note: This Limited Series is a companion/sequel to Divided By Circumstance. I suggest you at least read that series in order to understand this one. As with most of my stories, this is a crossover and is part of my interconnected Chromatic AU. My MC’s are as follows: Carrissa Monroe (TRR), Abby Bennett (#LH), Scarlett Joy (HFTH), Taylor Reed (ES), and Donovan Bailey (TE). There will be an End Note following this chapter. Previous Chapters can be found in my Master List located in my header.

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Somewhere Over the United States

The jostling of Jake’s private plane jolted Dan out of his uncomfortable sleep. He and Ava had expected to fly commercial from Louisiana to New York, but when Jake said he owned a plane, they thought it would be an awesome experience. It had been nothing of the sort.

The first leg of the trip, Dan had gripped the arm rest so hard, he thought he would leave finger impressions in the aluminum. For the second and final flight, Dan tried to sleep away his worry, but every slight movement the plane made stirred him out of his slumber. “I thought you said he was a pilot?” Dan asked turning to Ava who was seated across the aisle from him. Ava chuckled with a smirk before sliding a sleep mask back over her eyes. “Guess I’ll check on him myself.”

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“Take a seat and strap in Mop Top,” Jake remarked after glancing behind him at the sound of the cockpit divider being opened. “There’s a lot of turbulence to deal with right now.”

Dan did as he was told, quickly sitting in the co-pilot chair and buckling up. He looked over at Jake wearing a vintage green bomber jacket over his snug black t-shirt. Even clothed, Dan couldn’t deny Jake’s natural sex appeal. “Only Mop Top this time? No Sexy?”

Jake playfully side-eyed his new friend. His heart remained firmly with Taylor, even more so knowing that there was some chance he could be reunited with his lost love. But it was nice to know that others still found him desirable, even though his peak physical condition faded months ago after Taylor vanished from his life. “Your shirt is on,” Jake replied as he flashed his signature underwear dropping lopsided grin.

A tiny laugh mixed with the faintest snort left Dan’s mouth. “I can fix that ya know,” he said with a wink. Dan saw the corners of Jake’s lips curl up slightly before the pilot refocused his attention to the controls. He knew Jake was taken and that he was working with Ava to help them reunite, but damn if something inside him didn’t ignite when he met the pilot. Ava had asked Dan to accompany her in this quest in case things didn’t work as she hoped and Jake needed someone to help him cope with the trauma. Dan was more than willing to help in that capacity, but he hadn’t expected to crush hard on Jake. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be flirting. Taylor is a lucky guy and I hope we can help bring him back.”

“No apology necessary Dan. My Bayou charm is impossible to resist.” A brief moment of silenced passed before the two men burst into a riotous laughter. “But I appreciate it and the help you and Ava are giving me. Come what may, you’ve given me hope again and I realized, I need to live for Taylor whether we are successful or not. He wouldn’t want me to be acting all sad and lonely.”

Dan fist bumped Jake to acknowledge their mutual respect. He sat quietly for a moment as Jake adjusted several control settings and verified their flight position. “So I gotta ask, how the heck did you afford a plane?” Dan finally inquired after Jake had gotten everything situated with the controls.

“Oh Delilah here?” Jake affectionally patted the control as he looked over towards Dan. “Long story, but let’s just say I won her.”

“Someone gambled a plane? Jeez! What did you wager?”

“My clothes.” Jake saw the absolute shock on Dan’s face at the revelation. Sure, Jake had omitted some key facts to the story, but Dan didn’t need to know that information. “I told you Mop Top...Bayou charm.”

Another fit of laughter and soon Jake and Dan were engaged in more friendly discussions and jokes. Dan learned about everything that happened on La Huerta, while Jake learned all of the strange happenings in Westchester. Before they knew it, the plane was descending towards their destination at a small airport outside of New York City.

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Teterboro, New Jersey

The plane door lowered inside a private hangar allowing the three occupants to finally feel land again after hours in the sky. As Ava descended the stairs, her girlfriend Stacy bolted across the hanger as fast as her legs could carry her. The two wrapped each other in a tight embrace as they pecked tiny kisses all over one another’s faces.

From the top of the stairs, Jake observed Ava’s reunion with her girlfriend, as well as two gentlemen standing off in the distance. “I gotta admit, I’m pretty surprised that Hermione would date someone so peppy,” Jake remarked as Dan stepped beside him. “I figured Clark Kent or Pretty Boy was dating Cheer Squad.”

“You have an amazing knack for nicknames,” Dan laughed. “Cheer Squad would be Stacy Green. She and Ava started dating shortly after our near-death experience. Pretty Boy is Cade Phillips and he’s actually dating Stacy’s brother, Connor. And Clark Kent is Lucas Thomas. He’s one of the smartest guys I know and as far as I know he’s currently single.”

“That’s a good thing for you, Mop Top, because his eyes haven’t left you since we stepped off the plane.” Jake winked at his new friend before making his way down the stairs for the official introductions.

Dan stared at Jake in confusion before looking towards where Lucas and Cade were standing. He locked eyes with his smart friend and was sure he noticed his smile widen and cheeks blush. Lucas gave a little wave and in that moment Dan began to wonder if Jake was right. Hmm. Lucas Thomas huh? All this time we’ve known each other and I never noticed it. Dan waved back and made his way over to greet his friends.

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New York City, New York - Manhattan

“So we’ve been following the sisters for a couple of days,” Cade said as he steered the large passenger van through the streets of New York. “It’s been tough to get anywhere near them. What with one being a Queen and all.”

Jake sat beside him in the passenger seat, holding on for dear life. He wasn’t a religious man, but Jake lost count of how many prayers he made since getting in the van with Cade. And people give me shit for my flying?

“Needless to say, but security is always around,” Lucas chimed in from the back of the van, momentarily distracting Jake from wondering when the inevitable side swipe of one of the many yellow cabs would occur. “But I read this morning that King Liam and most of his entourage are returning to Cordonia on business. The Queen is staying behind to get to know her sisters better.”

“And through some casual eavesdropping, we were able to find out which club they’re going to this evening,” Stacy added. “So we’ve gotta quickly get back to the hotel, devise a game plan, and change in order to not stand out like we don’t belong. And don’t worry gents, I had some clothes sent up to the rooms for you.”

“We might not make it there. Pretty Boy might kill us with his driving first,” Jake quipped. He ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair, letting out a puff of air in the process. “Can’t believe I flew up to New York to go to a friggin night club.”

Cade glanced into the rear view, making eye contact with Dan, after hearing Jake’s grumbling. A mischievous smile appeared on both their faces before Cade spoke. “Jake, ohmygawd, if you’re a tourist and looking for a good time, New York’s hottest club is Rumper Thumper.”

“Rumper Thumper?”

“Yes yes yes yes yes. Situated in an old processing plant in the meat packing district where Thomas Hunt once posed for shirtless photos during his underwear modeling days; this club has everything. Techno. Bubble baths. Stock broker’s on mobile phones from the 80’s. ‘Bare Mables.’

“Bare Mables?” Jake questioned as he looked at Cade in total confusion.

From the back of the van, Dan smiled before he spoke. “Yeah, it’s that thing where a shirtless muscle guy planks and you use him as a table.”

Everyone broke out in laughter. Everyone except Jake. He simply cocked an eyebrow at Cade until the noise subsided. “I’d much rather use a muscle guy for something much more fun than pretending to be a table. I’m sure I’m not the only one in here that feels that way.”

The others looked perplexed, but Dan knew what Jake was hinting at. He looked up towards the front of the van to see The Pilot smirking in his direction, before he noticed Lucas’ ears blushing from the seat beside him. Dan patted his friend on the knee. “This Jake guy, he needs to stick to flying instead of comedy eh?”

“Yeah.” Lucas shuffled his shaking hands into his lap, strategically covering his swelling length. He couldn’t have Dan notice that one simple touch caused him excitement.

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Everything in the hotel hallway looked swanky. The art hanging on the walls, the design motif on the plush carpet, and the upscale decor contained in the nooks peppered periodically along the corridor - all of it looked fancy and more expensive than anything Jake owned. Not including Delilah. “Hey Clark Kent. How are we affording three rooms in this place?” Jake and Lucas were at the tail end of the group. Hermione and Cheer Squad led the way, with Mop Top and Pretty Boy close on their heels.

“My name is Lucas, not...never mind. Anyway, Stacy’s dad is loaded. When her parents split, he moved to New York and made a fortune on Wall Street. All she had to do was call and say she wanted to bring some friends to the city to shop and he got these rooms.” Lucas halted his conversation and walking when he noticed Stacy stop.

“Ava and I are in here,” Stacy said as she swiped her key card to unlock Room 309. “Cade and Lucas are next door in 311 and Jake and Dan are across from them in 310,” she said as she handed the other room keys to Cade and Dan. “Everyone be dressed and meet downstairs in two hours to go over the plan.” And like that, Stacy and Ava disappeared into their room. Jake swore he heard some giggling between the girlfriends as he passed making his way towards his room.

“Swap rooms with me,” Jake said placing a arm across Lucas’ chest to impede him from following Cade. “I need a south facing room or I won’t be able to sleep at all.”

“This room faces north.”

“That’s what I meant. Just switch rooms Clark Kent.”

“It’s Lucas.”

“Okay. I’m sorry. Please Lucas?” Jake playfully pleaded with the agitated young man.

“Ugh. Fine.” Lucas huffed and made his way into Room 310. Jake grinned as he entered 311 across the hall.

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Lucas barely made it three steps into his new hotel room before stopping dead in his tracks. His mouth agape as his eyes blinked several times, trying to determine if what he was seeing was really happening. He always knew Dan was muscular - had to be in order to play football. Lucas just wasn’t expecting Dan to be that muscular. After a few moments of taking in his friend’s sinewy, shirtless beauty, Lucas cleared his throat. “Sorry. Looks like...” his mind ceased functioning mid-sentence when Dan turned to face him and Lucas saw his long time friend’s chiseled abs and defined pecs. “Jake needed to switch rooms. I’m gonna grab a shower,” Lucas blurted out rather succinctly, averting his gaze. He bolted into the nearby bathroom before Dan had a chance to realize what happened.

The shower clicked on moments later and immediately Dan chuckled. He knew exactly what Jake was doing. Dan grabbed the garment bag that had been laid out on the bed by the hotel concierge; the bag meant for one Jacob McKenzie. He threw open his hotel room door and was instantly met by the pilot, leaning against his own door jamb with an arm bent back over his shoulder holding the clothing bag meant for Lucas. “You’re a funny guy Jake. Poor Lucas damn near had a coronary when he walked in and saw me.”

“Told you he liked you Mop Top.” Jake extended his arm holding out Lucas’ garment bag.

Dan quickly exchanged the one he was holding with Jake. “You forgot Sexy, Jake.” The pilot looked at him curiously for a moment, clearly not recalling his earlier commentary. “I’m not wearing a shirt,” Dan reminded him before retreating back into his room and closing the door.

How could I forget? Sexy Mop Top. Jake chuckled before heading into his own room to get ready.

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Hours of thumping bass music and drunk patrons were taking its toll on Mara. She knew the Queen wanted a fun night out to bond with her new sisters; she just wished it would have been anywhere other than a packed nightclub. Only two other member’s of the King’s Guard stayed back in New York with her. One served as a look-out up on the club’s balcony, while the other remained with their black SUV out front. Mara had the honor of standing guard near the Queen’s table; never more than a few steps away.

All through the night, Mara kept a keen eye out for any patrons that may wish to do harm to the Queen. Thankfully, most Americans had no idea they were in the presence of royalty. This made Mara’s night go by relatively uneventfully. There was one gentlemen that caught Mara’s attention. He was a heavyset man in a grey pinstripe suit. His being in the nightclub caused Mara’s hairs to stand on end. Something seemed odd about him and she swore when he smiled that he had what could only be described as fangs. He ended up leaving in a huff when an attractive business woman approached him and exchanged some words. Mara breathed a sigh of relief when the man left and shook the image of him from her brain. Fangs? Ha. Get it together, Mara.

“Ohmygawd! Is that, like, the Queen of Cordoba?” Stacy pretended to be drunk, peppy, and apparently from the San Fernando Valley as she approached the female body guard protecting the Queen. “I, like, totally need to get a selfie for my Pictagram.” Stacy turned her back towards the Queen and her sisters, aiming her phone up high, parsing her face to make duck lips, and pretended to take a picture.

“Miss, I’m gonna have to ask you...” Mara began before being bumped into by a tall, attractive woman with beautiful streaks of pink in her flawless hair.

“I’m so sorry. Is my girlfriend bothering you? Come on Stacy. Let’s leave these nice people alone.” Ava placed her hands on Stacy’s hips, pretending to try to escort her away. On cue, Stacy challenged Ava, knocking the two of them backwards into Mara and onto the ground.

Carissa, Scarlett, and Abby jumped from their booth as Mara and the two strangers fell. Cade and Lucas made their way over, pretending to be two concerned patrons just trying to help. As Cade reached down to assist the fallen trio, Lucas slipped a note into Abby’s palm.

“Please,” Lucas begged. “We need your help. This was the only way we could figure out how to talk to you.”

High above the commotion, one of Mara’s fellow guards saw what happened and tried to make his way down, but he got tripped up over the foot of Jake McKenzie. “Careful there bud,” Jake snickered as the Guard fell into Dan’s arms. Dan snatched the radio from the Guard’s hand and quickly shoved him into a nearby utility closet. He slammed the door shut and pressed his body against it until Jake pushed a couch over to block the Guard’s escape.

Mara bolted up from the floor, swatting hands away from her in the process. “Speed Racer get the car ready. Eagle Eye get down here. We need to extract Glitter Eagle and The Doves.” She received an affirmative response from Speed Racer in her ear piece, but silence from the other guard. “Eagle Eye? Report.”

“We have code names? So cool.” Scarlett giggled. She sipped her drink clearly reveling in the sudden action.

“Calm down Mara,” Carissa finally said. She had the note in her hand that Lucas had given to Abby. “I would like to chat with these...eager patrons.”

“Your majesty?”

Carissa handed the note over for Mara to read. Mara’s jaw went slack for a moment before returning the note to the Queen and resuming her professional demeanor. She stood attentively as Carissa motioned for the others to join her and her sisters. “So you need our help, but first...” Carissa placed the note down onto the table. We have information about your mother. “How do you know about the three of us and our situation? And why shouldn’t I perceive this as a threat?”

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“The Learned One and her friends have made contact with The Sisters.” Zeph alerted the others that had been trying to observe the siblings via one of the many mirrors that lined the walls near the club’s seating area.

“We need to decide soon if we are going to do something,” Beckett remarked. “If The Learned One convinces The Sisters who they truly are, they’ll be in grave danger.”

“Beckett’s right. Everyone in the magick world felt something when they came together and the binding spell broke.” Griffin pinched the bridge of his nose before exhaling deeply. “But if they do a spell and there is no precaution in place, then those forces that wish to do them harm will be on them instantly. We gotta do something Donovan.”

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End Note: Cade Phillips is the name of my MC from It Lives in the Woods. Also, special thanks to @endlessly-searching-for-you for letting me reference her fic, Plane Luck. The events of that story have a similar, corresponding event in my AU. If you haven’t read it, you should check it out.

[exnobis-archived]

♛ FILL IN THE BLANKS | NOXTRA EDITION

(art commissioned from Nipuni)

MEME | ATTN: @starshrouded Tagged by: @theharellan Otherwise known as ‘Nox is Absurdly Sentimental and Astra has the Patience of a Saint - The Meme.’ This is predictably super long, so under the cut!

Who’s more likely to find who wearing their clothes?: This is a little tough because, especially in TES Verse, they would not fit in each other’s clothing. Still, I would say it may be possible to find Astra in one of Nox’s tunics for lounging from time to time, but more frequently you would find Nox having stolen one of Astra’s scarves. Especially if he’s traveling away from them. Having a reminder of them and their scent is comforting.

Who initiates hand holding?: Nox, Nox, and Nox. Not that Astra is not physically affectionate, they certainly can be. But Nox is definitely the more guilty of the two when it comes to public displays of affection.

Who likes having their hair washed by who?: This is definitely equal, actually. Nox washing Astra’s hair is in some ways just practical, considering they have a ton of hair. But he does like to make a thing of it, massaging their scalp and brushing it out to loosely braid it before it dries. On the flipside, Astra is actually one of the scarce few people who Nox is comfortable letting touch his hair. He’s very nervous about people touching his hair. But Astra has experience caring for natural hair, and they are very gentle with him, and he’s come to enjoy their touch and their scalp stritches very much.

Who likes to slow dance?: Brace yourselves - it’s Astra! Assuming you’re talking a proper dance and not that prom night type shuffling about. Both of them enjoy dancing, but Nox would typically prefer to do any other kind of dance over things that are slow as he finds them painfully boring. In fact, Astra’s the only person he will slow dance with. 

Muse that’s more likely to fall asleep with their head in the other's lap?: Oh Nox, easily. Nox likes to lounge, Nox likes to cuddle, and Astra’s lap is very comfortable. 

Muse that does all the cuddling in a blanket fort?: See above? Though really it’s hard to say - at this point in their relationship, they are so very familiar with each other’s wants and habits that one will move to initiate the other’s desire before they might even get a chance to. I.E. Astra moving to cuddle in first because they know Nox was getting ready to anyway. And again, it’s not like Astra isn’t physically affectionate, it’s just that Nox is a cuddlebug. 

Who hogs most of the covers at night?: Astra. Nox overheats and doesn’t like being too tangled up in blankets anyway.

Muse who nuzzles the other's shoulder to get them to give them a head rub?: Nox. Are you sensing a pattern here?

How do they share a desert? Two forks or one?: One! Believe me, they are well acquainted with each other's mouths.

Who gets jealous more easily?: Real jealousy is really not a problem for them. Jealousy is typically indicative of some sense of possession, and neither feel like they ‘posess’ the other. Absolute freedom is very much part of the foundation of their relationship - they put into it willingly, and they take nothing the other has not been willing to give. ...But Nox does like to whine sometimes, like the drama queen he is. Looking at you Sotha Sil.

Who gets angered more easily?: That depends on if you mean angered at each other or just angered. If it’s the former, it’s a non-issue. Not that they don’t have their disagreements, but there’s never any anger. When they don’t see eye to eye they talk it out, and if it’s a big thing (i.e. Solas destroying the world) they adapt to the acceptance they’re just not going to see eye to eye on it, and work with each other to find some kind of comfortable compromise that works for them. Basically, the health of their relationship to each other is more important than anger. But if you meant the latter, it’s absolutely Nox. Astra is forever level-headed, and Nox is a chaotic ball of feelings.

How do they go to sleep at night?: There’s a few positions they like to sleep in, but I would say more often than not Nox likes to sleep with his head on Astra’s chest, one arm draped across their torso while they rest with fingers in his hair and their other in his hand.

Who gets the most shoulder rubs?: Astra. Nox is all about Astra’s comfort. Also, he just likes to touch them, in case that wasn’t obvious yet.

What are there arguments/fights like? How often do they fight?: I accidentally already answered this, so go three questions back. But to recap, they really don’t fight. They compromise in a way that works for them, and then they adapt. Again, the health of their relationship to each other is more important than getting angry or having the ‘last word.’

Who is more likely to throw things in fights?: Not applicable? Unless they’re fighting other people. Battle couple. Because then the answer is both of them, whether that’s throwing magic balls of ouch or knives.

How do they make it up to each other/apologize after an argument? Still not really applicable, but when they have their conversations about compromise there is usually some affectionate kisses afterward.

Do they have nicknames for each other?: Yes, though they vary a little by verse. One that is consistent across all verses though is Nox calling Astra his sun.

Caring for each other while ill, how does the other muse go about it?: Astra is very calm and logical about it, as they are in all things. They brook no protests, either. If Nox is sick, he knows damn well whining isn’t going to get him anything, and he better keep his ass in bed to rest. As for Astra, they don’t...get sick. Like not really physically capable of getting sick. But I imagine if they did, Nox would panic because it’s so rare a thing, and would dote and care for them the whole way through.

Who’s more likely to be patching the others wound?: Astra patching up Nox. Outside of the fact that Astra is a healer, Nox is the weapons master and gets up close and personal in melee combat of all kinds. Skilled as he is, he’s not invincible. 

Muse that says ‘I told you so’ after they come home from the beach and the other muse is burnt to a crisp while whining how bad it hurts for not listening and putting on sunblock after the other muse repeatedly told them they’d get burnt?: Another one of those not really applicable questions, as it’s obviously really hard for Nox to burn and Astra basically self-heals. But I imagine if Astra did burn, Nox would never say I told you so even if he wanted to because he likes life.

Your otp has a newborn baby, who gets up in the middle of the night when he/she cries?: It’s as realistic to say both of them as it is to say they take turns because they have had so many children now that they’ve got a very streamlined system, and considering they’ve had so many sets of twins (and now a set of triplets), they’re used to needing two pairs of hands.

Your muse’s reaction to finding the other crying about something? And how do they make them feel better?: Nox is definitely the one crying because the man has a lot of feelings and he easily gets very emotional. The most comforting thing Astra does, and really all he needs, is for them to hold him. That’s it. Feeling their embrace and knowing he is safe is really all he needs.

What would they be like as parents?: Oh my god I could write a literal book lmao. They have 11 beautiful children and knowing them, they’re not going to stop there. They’re very good parents and have had the time to figure out how to work as a team. Astra is definitely the disciplinarian of the two, though, and Nox is the parent the kids go to when Astra said no about something (which never works because his default response is ‘did you ask your mother’). 

What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts? Obnoxious, probably. Not in that ‘have to show off our gooey romance to everyone’ type way you see in high school drama movies, but more just because they exist so peacefully with their feelings for and confidence in each other. They probably would make a lot of marriages look bad lmao. I don’t think they’d treat each other any differently than they do normally. But to be fair it’s really hard to picture either of them as children, so... Who initiates taking a bath together?: At this point in their relationship, there is no initiating, it just happens that way. Bathing alone? Are you kidding? Nonsense. Bathtime is together time. Who likes who playing with their hair?: I think I answered this earlier, but it’s another mutual thing. Astra is one of the very rare few who Nox lets touch/play with his hair, and he is very fond of when they scritch his scalp. Meanwhile, he enjoys helping Astra care for theirs and especially likes to braid it. The place they most likely accidentally fall asleep together?: At this point in their lives, and especially after 11 kids, they can pretty much fall asleep on command, anywhere. It doesn’t even have to be a horizontal surface. One of them provides the shoulder to lean on so the other can rest their head and take a short standing nap. They’re very... versatile with their sleeping arrangements. Though I will say that leaning on Astra, or otherwise in Astra’s arms, is the only time Nox puts his guard down enough to actually sleep sleep.

[thecharmingknightemma]

note:  I'll be adding some things due to the particular nature of this blog lol aka rewriting a character from scratch but keeping canon information of the pre-change

Name / Alias:  Ele

Are you over 18? yes

Is your muse(s) over 18?  tes

When was your blog established? 2012 with the url thecharmingprincessemma, basically as soon as the first season of ouat was over I went 'but what if the curse had been avoided instead and Emma had been raised by her parents in the Enchanted Forest'

– W R I T I N G  –

Are you selective about who you write with?

No ( anyone )   /   semi (most people)   /   yes ( some people )   /   Highly ( few people )   /   Private ( mutuals only ).

Are you selective about who you follow?

No ( anyone )   /   Semi ( most people )   /   yes (some people)  /   Highly ( few people ).

If your muse is canon, how much do you adhere to canon?

Not at all   /   A little   /   some  /   mostly /   Strictly   /   Not Applicable. - I adhere to the canon setting and the way I see Snow and David as parents, and the changes they even managed to bring in an Emma who rightfully had a completely different personality due to having lived a horrible life

What post lengths do you write?

One-Liners    /   single-para /   multi-para /   novella /   All of the aforementioned.

Do you use icons and/or GIFS?

No   /   Gifs   /   icons but it’s not ‘required’ /   Yes   /   Sometimes.

Do you write on other platforms?

No  /  yes.  

What level of plots do you write?

Unplotted  /   Open-Ended Plots   /  Semi-Plotted (it's impossible for me to write fully plotted things or even be sure of where the thread will go because I'm character-driven, and if we decide for example that our muses will 'reveal their feelings but not get together and part ways' and then in the thread your muses chooses some words that actually work and convince my muse, I can't write her as rejecting him. A different phrasing can change my muse's feelings about something and if I stop writing their honest reactions I won't be able to write at all (yes this is me apologizing to people because plots got changed lol)  /   Fully Plotted Epics    /  all of the aforementioned. 

How quickly do you usually respond to threads?

Very Slow ( more than a month )  /   Slow ( 3 - 4 weeks )   /   Average ( 1 - 2 weeks )   /   Fast ( less than one week )   /   Very Fast ( less than three days )   /   IT DEPENDS.

What types of themes do you like?

Adventure   /   Romance   /   Fluff   /   Angst   /   Smut   /   Violence   /   Tragedy   /  Domestic   /   Family. / all of the above, my fave ones are hurt/comfort and romance and happy things, angst turns into hurt comfort or nothing, smut it’s only when it helps us develop muses and relationships

What genres do you like? ( Feel free to add ! )

High Fantasy   /   Supernatural   /   Science Fiction /   Historical   /   Horror   /   comedy /   romantic /   drama /   action /   adventure   /   Espionage   /   all of the aforementioned.

Are there any themes you’re uncomfortable writing on your blog?

No  /  yes, many /  Sometimes.  

Do you have any triggers?   How do you request it tagged?

they are not 'triggers' but I can't see images with gore, it just fuels my nightmares. also when it comes to sexual content, there are some days when I'm more repulsed than others or surrounded by people so I prefer having the choice whether to see them or not, so I usually only follow people who tag them in easy ways to block. Also sometimes detailed talks of hell or black&white aesthetic that reminds me of dead people like the Addams Family makes me literally panic lmao go figure 

– S H I P P I N G –

What types of relationships are you open to?

Romantic   /   Platonic   /   Familial   /   ALL OF THE AFOREMENTIONED.

What types of pre-established relationships are you open to?

Romantic   /   Platonic   /   Familial   /   all of the aforementioned. / pre-enstablished can only happen in new verses after we have interacted for a while, or with A LOT of plotting in which we talk about our muses and their behaviors in several scenarios, or it's just too hard. Emma is almost an oc, it's difficult to guess her behaviors right and correct people if they assume wrong

Do you have OTPs?

No   /   chemistry only  /   yes - killian jones only if kept like in canon and other crossover canon characters when they follow canon.(gonna be honest, usually when muns change a canon character because uncomfortable over how much 'nicer' love made him/he was whipped, the result is someone I'd never ship with Emma because I never see them as whipped as much as respectful of female characters' traumas and needs? or simply not as dark, which I appreciate)

Do you have NOTPS?

No   /   YES.  Sorry but I never want to see anything about Emma and Regina or Emma and Neal, when it comes to Emma at least

What is your muse’s sexual orientation?

heterosexual /   Heteroflexible   /   Bisexual   /   Pansexual   /   Homoflexible   /   Homosexual   /   Demisexual   /   Sapiosexual   /   ( Grey ) Asexual   /   Still trying to figure it out.

What is your muse’s romantic orientation?

Heteroromantic   /   Heteroflexible   /   Biromantic   /   Homoflexible   /   Homoromantic   /    Panromantic   /   Demiromantic   /   Sapioromantic   /   Aromantic   /  still trying to figure it out

Are you comfortable writing smut?

No /   Selectively   /   yes.

How early in a relationship do you ship romantically?

Autoship   /   during plotting  /   after a couple ic interactions   /   Several IC interactions  /   Slow burn /   plot dependent   /   Never.  

Are you open to toxic ships?

No (not even platonically which makes hard to interact with many characters and me pretty boring lmao)   /   selectively  /   Yes    /   I am not sure.

Are you open to problematic ships?

No, same as above, though to be fair what's not problematic to me may be to others   /   selectively /   Yes   / I am not sure.

Are you open to polyshipping?

no /   Selectively   /   Yes  /  I am not sure.

Are you an exclusive shipper?

Never   /   sometimes /   Yes.

Does crack shipping ever happen?

Nope,because it doesn't matter how crazy it is, if it works, I ship for real lol   /   yes

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tagging anyone who wants to do it because chrome sorta froze and it took me thirty minutes just to do this, let alone if I wait for tagging to works